9. #9: FOOTBALL ON THANKSGIVING NIGHT
#9: FOOTBALL ON THANKSGIVING NIGHT.
Louis: Not at all interested in the game, he absentmindedly weaved his fingers in and out of your hair, stroking down the length until he got to the small of your back. "You're a bit of a distraction, you know," he said in a clipped voice, but when you smiled at him knowingly, he lost all attitude. "Oh please, you wouldn't pay attention to the game anyways."
Niall: Goodness, he looked nearly like an American boy, a Broncos' hat on the top of his head (which, okay, your father may have possibly made him wear) with a beer firmly held in his hand. You found it quite attractive, really, that he was getting into the game as much as possible. "Wear that hat more often," you whispered in his ear, and he smirked.
Liam: "Um... how much is a touchdown?" you whispered in his ear, and he only gave you a shrug with worried eyes, not knowing much about football either. Surrounded by some of your high school friends as they cheered on the game, you two probably knew the least. "Stick with me, babe," he said with a grin, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
Zayn: American football had nothing on soccer, so he thought, but he didn't so much mind the part about you lying your head in his lap and staring up at him as you focused on everything about him, rather than the game on T.V. "Bored?" you muttered softly, and the both of you two both smirked before going to do something more entertaining.
Harry: "That's a foul!" he screams at the T.V., beer in his hand as he lounges on one of the couches with you, his arm slung around your shoulders. You cock an eyebrow at him, knowing very much well that he is definitely not a fan of American football. "What?" he asks innocently, smirking, "Maybe I'm trying to impress your father, babe."