One Direction Preferences

81. Camping

Louis:"How much farther?" you groan as he hikes in front of you, stick in one hand like a true hiking professional. He chuckles and looks back at you, shaking his head, "Not much farther, I promise." he smiles jumping over a couple of rocks. After a few more rocks to jump over and wading through a small stream he stops at a small clearing, dropping the tent and bags you had packed beside your own. "It’s beautiful babe." You smile, sitting in the grass, looking around breathing in the crisp air listening to the running water of the stream. "Well I thought you might like it. What better place to camp eh?" He chuckles sitting beside you. Nodding you lay down and smile at him, "Well get started setting up then." You giggle as he pouts and gets up to put the tent up. "Thanks babe." You smile watching him as he sticks his tongue out at you, "Yeah yeah."

Liam: “B- babe a- are you al- almost done with th-th-the fire?” You chatter, blowing into your hands trying to get warm. He had been trying to start a fire for an hour or so now, constantly brushing sticks together, trying to start a fire, having no matches to start it. “Almost love. Just a bit longer, then you can get nice and warm, promise.” He says looking over at you sadly, hating to see you suffer. He continues to brush the sticks together as the sun dips down, darkness starting to take over. After a few more minutes he sighs, “Babe just go get warm in the tent and I’ll have it in a few minutes.” He says as a few sparks begin to fly from the kindling he set down. Nodding you climb into the tent and curl in your sleeping bag until the tent unzips and Liam comes inside crawling in beside you, sighing. “Fire blew out.” He mumbles hugging you close. Closing your eyes you curl into him as he starts to zip the bag closed. “That’s alright, I’ve got you now.” You say yawning, “That’ll do for now.”

Zayn: You grabbed another marshmallow and stuck it on the end on the stick, placing it in the glowing orangish red flames. It burned easily, quickly becoming engulfed in flames. Blowing it out, you look to Zayn who was looking on the ground for a stick of his own to use. “Here babe, do you want a s’more?” You ask as he smiles and nods sitting on the log beside you, grabbing a couple graham crackers and a chocolate bar. Swiftly you press the marshmallow to the chocolate then try to pull it away, laughing as it takes it with it, making the melting combination to the floor. “Sorry sweetie.” You laugh as he pouts at it. “Here I’ll make you another one.” You giggle, grabbing another marshmallow from the bag onto the stick. “You’re the best baby.” He smiles kissing your nose, “I know that babe, I know you smile watching the marshmallow become engulfed in orange again.

Niall: He grabbed his guitar and sat beside you as you nestled into a folding chair, blanket wrapped tightly around your arms. Happily sitting in the trees and darkness you listened to the quiet hum of insects and creatures settling into their own burrows and trees for the night, until he strums a quiet note. “How about a song love?” He asks as the fire hisses and cracks. Smiling you nod and sit up a bit, falling more into the fabric on the back of the chair, “Please babe, that sounds amazing.” He starts to play, fire illuminating both of your faces, his voice cutting through the night creatures, slowly lulling you to sleep. A few minutes later he carries you into the tent as you cling to him, stirring a bit as he crawls into the cot with you. “Night babe, hoped you enjoyed the show.” He says as you nod and crawl under his arm, falling back to sleep, after mumbling, “I did. Thank you for bringing me babe.” He presses a kiss to your head and nods, “My pleasure, anything for my girl.”

Harry: You rolled over onto Harry’s side of the bed and let your hand out to look for him until you pulled it back under the blanket remembering that he had promised to take the boys camping. Getting up you grab your robe and slippers then venture downstairs, and into the campground Harry had set up because there was no way he could get your two boys to some kind of camping grounds because of the rain that had come pouring down. There were dishes everywhere, popcorn bowls, and clothes littered the floor around a makeshift fort. Crawling into the fort Harry had set up, you snuggle into him as he stirs, pulling you close. “Have a nice camping trip?” You ask as he nods, breathing out, “Very nice, the boys enjoyed it.” He mumbles opening his eyes to look at the two curly haired boys at the end of the fort. “Thank you.” You smile curling into him, as he smiles and pulls the blanket over the both of you. “My pleasure, maybe next time you can come.” Giggling you nod, “Sounds like a plan.”