A/N: Constructive criticism is appreciated.
Harry: The rain hit the roof in a constant motion, never varying much from the speed it had started out at. His arms were wound around your waist, blankets draped across the room as you looked at the television screen. You tucked your head under his chin, the movie playing as he sighed quietly, moving so that he could press a kiss to the crown of your head. Even as the credits rolled, both of you didn't bother to change the movie, content in sitting in silence with eachother, the only sound coming from the rain.
Niall: He bounded in through the door, rain dripping from his soaked clothes. "I'm home," He called through the house, shrugging out of his wet coat as he started toward the bedroom. "Niall?" You ask, peering out of the bedroom, folding some of the laundry you had done earlier. "Niall, you're soaked!" You say, once he had come into your view. "It's stormin' so bad out there," He frowned, pulling off his shirt and kicking off his pants. "Well, go take a warm shower, Ni. Don't want you getting sick on me." You smile, reaching to pick up the wet clothes off the floor. Niall gave you a grin, pecking your lips before scampering off to the bathroom.
Louis: "Louis, no." You shook your head, staring at the pouring rain. "It'll be fun, babe." He grinned, reaching for your hands. "It's pouring,' You protested once more, before he yanked you out into the downpour. He settled a hand on your waist, both of you soaked within seconds of being out in the rain. "May I have this dance?" He asked, a certain sparkle in his eye. "If you must." You rolled your eyes playfully and he grinned even wider, both of you beginning to twirl around in the torrential downpour, soaking and laughing and happy.
Zayn: Talk. That's what the two of you did while it rained. The rain had a calming effect on both of you, your head on his chest as his fingers drew lazy circles on your arm. 'I think,' He mumbled, pulling the blanket tighter around you both. You looked up, meeting his eyes. "I think I'd really like to keep you." He whispered, pressing a kiss to your hair as a small smile graced your lips. "Think I'd like to keep you, too." You whispered, burying your face into his bare chest.
Liam: His gripped your hips, holding you down on the bed. His mouth worked hungrily at a small patch of skin on your neck, as you let out soft moans, when he sucked at just the right spot. Your hands played with the hair at the nape of his neck, as he reached for the edge of your shirt, gently lifting it up and tossing it off of you. His lips ghost over your collarbones, as the rain pitter patters against the window. Soon, both of your moans drown out the sound of the rain.
