The boys embarrass him in front of you
Niall: The boys were on their way to their next show and you were lucky enough to have the weekend off so you could come be with Niall for a couple days. You sat on Niall’s lap on the couch in the tour bus, with a movie playing on screen, but neither of you were paying much attention. “Aww look at you two little lovebirds,” Liam cooed taking a seat on the other end of the couch. “Just make sure he doesn’t fart again,” Louis smirked, and you instantly felt Niall tense up. You gave Louis a puzzled look. “Well you see [Y/N], the other day, your lovely boyfriend Niall over here farted so badly, we had to pull over and clear out the bus for a bit,” Louis explained, snickering all the while. You turned and looked at him over your shoulder, giggling a bit when you saw his beet red face. "Thanks a lot Lou,“ Niall grumbled. You giggled and took his face in your hands, pressing a kiss to his lips. "Don’t be embarrassed Ni.” He ran a hand down his face and then pushed his hair back. “I’ve got some real great friends don’t I?” he smirked. "They’re just teasing you, besides, I think it’s cute when you get embarrassed.“ you grinned and leaned down to kiss him.
Liam: "Hey! Look who’s up from his nap,” Harry was sitting on the couch on the tour bus, a smirk playing at his features. “Yeah, yeah. Has anyone seen [Y/N]?” Liam asked, glancing around the small space. “Yeah, man, she stepped outside to get some air for a minute,” Zayn grinned. Liam looked at his bandmates. “What is up with you two?” Before they could answer the door to the bus opened and you climbed on. “Hey Li–,” you paused, a small smile instantly began to play at your features. “What? What is it? Why are you all acting so strange?” Liam whined, feeling completely out of the joke. “Babe,” you giggled, deciding to put him out of his misery, “You may want to go look in the mirror.” A confused look spread across his face but he instantly turned and ran to the bathroom. Less than a minute later he burst back out, “Seriously?” he pointed a finger at his face, attempting to keep his angry facade instead of laughing. While he was napping Harry and Zayn had taken your eyeliner and drawn cat whiskers across his cheeks and written ‘How do you like meow?’ on his forehead. The boys burst out laughing, falling over each other on the couch. Liam turned to you, he shook his head and smiled. "So, [Y/N], what do you think of meow?“ You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck, "I think I like this new look,” you smirked and he bent down to kiss your nose. “Okay, I’ll keep it on for our date tonight, yeah?” “I don’t think so Payne,” you grinned. He laughed and pressed a kiss to your lips.
Zayn: "Hey [Y/N], come here,“ Niall whispered, he gestured for you to come over to where he was, crouched down beside Zayn’s bunk. "Want to see something funny?” You nodded, and glanced at Zayn, already knowing the humor was going to be at your boyfriend’s expense. "Hey Zayn,“ Niall whispered, lightly tapping on Zayn’s shoulder, ”[Y/N] is going to come visit later.“ "She is?” Zayn’s sleepy voice rang out. “Yep,” Niall assured him, covering his mouth to quiet his laughter. “Hooray!” Zayn cheered, his voice languid and slow with sleep. "You know, I think she likes me,“ he added. "You don’t say?” Niall snickered, and you found yourself giggling, trying to contain your laughter. "I do say,“ Zayn remarked. "I think I’m going to tell her tonight.” “Tell her what?” Niall questioned. “That I’m in love with her.” his voice exaggerated, still keeping its sleepy quality. “I reckon she already knows that,” Niall told him. “Oh….darn,” Zayn’s face contorted with frustration and you couldn’t contain your laughter anymore. You and Niall sat there laughing, causing Zayn’s eyes to shoot open wide, taking in the scene in front of him. “What? What’s so funny?” he demanded. “Nothing babe,” you smiled, sitting next to him on his bunk. "I just love you is all.“ "I love you too,” he smiled, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his bed with him. “Well, I’m gonna get out of here before I see something I don’t want to,” Niall stated, and quickly walked away.
Harry: “[Y/N] we’re so glad you could make it,” Zayn smiled as he led you through the arena. It was Harry’s birthday tomorrow and the boys had flown you in to surprise him. “Thank you for flying me out here, you guys are the best,” you smiled at him. “Where is Harry though?” you asked. “He said he wasn’t feeling well, so he skipped the soundcheck and is on the bus.” Zayn replied and he led you out the back of the building to where the bus was parked. He opened the door to the bus and you both climbed on. “Something tells me he’ll feel a lot better once he sees you,” Zayn whispered, as the two of you tiptoed toward to bunks, careful not to give away your presence. “Shhh,” Zayn placed a finger to his lips when you arrived at Harry’s bed. “Hey Harry, look who I found,” Zayn announced, and whipped back the curtain. “Wha?” Harry’s face contorted into a look of confusion and then fear before he quickly wrapped his blanket around his body. But that had not stopped you from seeing him with his hand wrapped around himself. “Okay, I’m gonna pretend I didn’t just see that,” Zayn shuddered. “Have fun you two,” he sing songed before quickly exiting the bus. "Oh my god [Y/N],“ Harry turned to you, his face bright red with embarrassment. "I’m so sorry, it’s just been a…while, and I didn’t think I would see you and–” Harry stammered, rushing through his words. “Harry,” you interrupted him. “It’s okay. I’m here now, you smirked,” and climbed into his bed with him, pulling the curtain back to conceal yourselves.
Louis: “I’m doing a load of laundry, does anyone else have anything they’d like me to throw in?” Harry looked around the group. “How about Louis’ sheets from his bed,” Niall inquired, nodding toward his friend. “No, they don’t need to be washed, Louis said, looking back down at his computer. "Lou, you haven’t washed them in about a month. That’s a bit gross,” Zayn said. "I don’t care, you’re not washing them,“ Louis stated and he shot Zayn a look. "Why not?” Niall demanded. “I’ll tell you later,” Louis looked back at his computer, trying to dismiss the boys. “No, tell us now or I will go rip the sheets off your bed and wash them anyway.” Harry threatened, taking a step toward the bunks. Louis stiffened, then rand his fingers through his hair. His face flushed a bright red, and he glanced at his computer. “Fine, I don’t want to wash them because they still smell like [Y/N] from when she came to visit.” He admitted and looked down. “Awwww,” all of the boys cooed. “Why didn’t you just tell us? That’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Liam smiled at his friend. “It wasn’t you I was embarrassed to say it in front of,” Louis’ face flushed a brighter red as he stared at his computer screen. You and he had been in a Skype call before all of the boys came and interrupted you. Louis just gave you an apologetic small as you did your best to hold back your giggles.