how i wanna push every member of one direction onto the ground, in specific and unnerving detail
harry: i walk up to him, furiously and with purpose. he is probably in the middle of telling a long, meandering, and ultimately disappointing story to yet another person who will end up falling in love with him anyway. he’s decked out in full gucci. i put both of my hands directly on his chest and PUSH him, firmly and directly, into a very wet and very deep puddle of mud. i help him up and wipe him off with more of his gucci, which i brought from his house expressly for this purpose, then slap him softly but definitively on the cheek and walk away.
niall: he is standing with both arms raised above his head, either cheering for some sporting event or holding a beer and making a particularly enthusiastic toast. i come running at him, full tilt, from AT LEAST 50 feet away, and barrel into him in some kind of tackle-hug hybrid, right as he’s mid-laugh. he’s warm and my arms are around him and i just lie there on the floor on top of him while he laughs.
louis: he skateboards by me, probably shouting something incomprehensible at someone very far away. i trip him with a stick. he falls over. he doubles back around to scream obscenities at me. it’s honestly the greatest thing that’s ever happened.
liam: i have cajoled/bullied him into carrying me around on his back all day. he is hauling me good-naturedly through the grocery store when i spot a particularly good-looking peach. instead of asking liam to stop, i try to pull a drive-by and lean out to grab it as we pass. i lean out too far, unbalancing liam, and he, the peaches, and me all fall to the floor in a heap. the heap, collectively, smells very good and tastes very sweet.
zayn: i sock him in the face, there’s nothing else to do. he’s standing there looking like he’s in a broody gq photoshoot, even though he is actually stood in the middle of a fluorescently-lit low-end department store aisle, and i run past him and punch him square in the jaw. my hand hurts. he doesn’t even fall down, just mumbles “ow” in his bradford accent and continues to look beautiful. i am livid.
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