Harry: You and Harry were making some dinner for when the boys would come over that night. "(Y/N)," Harry started, grabbing the knife from your hand. "I really don't think you should use that knife. Remember last time?" You winced remembering the deep wound you had carelessly made on your skin because of a stupid move and nodded. "What can I do, chef Styles?" you asked him. He grinned and held some carrots out to you. "Wash them." You frowned. "You know, I can do more than just wash Harry..." "Yes, but to wash them thoroughly is the key." You sighed and went to the sink. As you were washing the carrots, Harry walked past you with a pan in his hand. As he passed you, he gave your bum a little squeeze and you let out a little squeak. You turned around to give him a playful slap but as you made contact with him, he dropped the pan and it landing on your foot with a sickening crunch. "OW!" you yelled, hunching over to your foot. "BABE, OH MY GOD" Harry yelled and tried to look at the foot you were holding in pain. He lifted you from the kitchen and took you to the living room, all the time muttering apologies. He placed you carefully on the couch and took a look at your foot, rubbing it softly. "Nah, nothing too serious." he cooed, trying to calm you. "Nothing ice can't help." He looked up at you to make sure you were alright and you smiled, reassuring him. He sighed in relief and gave you a kiss on your forehead. "I'll go get the ice," he said, walking to the kitchen. "No more kitchen for you!" he yelled back.
Louis: "Come on!" Louis whined at you, pulling at your hand. "Stop studying and come have some fun with me." You rolled your eyes at him and pulled your hand back. "Louis, I'm already stressed out I'm going to fail this test." you said. "Just let me-" "No." "UGH," you groaned and put your head in your hands, trying to cool down. You felt a soft hand on your back. "Babe?" You looked at Louis carefully. "I'm joking, go on and study." He slowly walked away, exaggerating every step and before he shut the door, he gave you a dramatic look and walked off. You sighed to yourself, smiling. A couple of minutes with Louis won't hurt right? Naah. You ran to the door and opened it to find Louis grinning at you with his hands in his pockets. "I knew you couldn't resist." he said, looking smug. You giggled and took his hand. "So, what's your idea of fun?" you asked him. "Well, I have an idea but I think it's too early for that..." "Definitely too early. Any OTHER ideas?" you laughed. He smiled at you and pulled you into the living space. "Let's dance the stress away!" He turned on Kiss You and you two started 'dancing'. Jumping and laughing, you soon forgot about the test. "AND YOU JUST WANNA TAKE ME HOME, BABY SING YEAH-" Louis was singing before BAM, his hand made contact to your face and you fell in pain. "(Y/N)!" Louis yelled, before he crouched down to you. You tried to wave him away but he just turned the music off and came back to you. "Are you alright, love? I'm so sorry, oh my goodness, please, are you-" "I'm fine, Lou." you cut him off, trying to laugh. He took you face in his hand and studied it. "I'm so sorry, baby." he said sadly, and kissed your nose where it hurt the most. You giggled and kissed his cheek, a sign of forgiveness. "See what happens when I don't study?" you asked him. "I get punished." He just smiled and shook his head. "I'll get some ice."
Liam: "(Y/N)!" Liam called you from downstairs. "YES?" you yelled back. "CAN YOU COME HERE PLEASE?" You ran down the stairs, curious as to what Liam was yelling for. "Yes?" Liam sat on the ground with a bunch of wooden objects and nails surrounding him. "What the heck is all this?" you asked him, motioning to all the materials. He looked up at you and grinned. "Our new table." You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. "You're building it? Why not just buy a ready made table?" He sighed in exasperation. "Pu-lease." he said. "What's the fun in that?" You shrugged your shoulders and sat next to him, grabbing a hammer. "Let's get to work then?" you asked him. He nodded his head and grabbed the instructions. "That's why I called you," he explained. "I don't quite understand how to do this." "Well for starters, you're holding it upside down, babe." you laughed, and fixed the instructions in his hands. He laughed with you and you two started the work. Time went on and you guys were almost done the table. You were working on the bottom part of the table, sitting down, and Liam was standing and reading the instruction. You leaned back, resting your hands behind you, admiring your work. All of the sudden, someone stepped on your fingers, crushing them painfully. "OWW!" you howled in pain and hunched over holding your hand in pain. "(Y/N)!" Liam cried out and tried to look at your hand. "I'm so sorry! Please, let me look at it. Babe? Did I break it?" As Liam was blabbering, you shook your hand out trying to ease the pain. "Nothing too serious..." you muttered under your breath, examining your hand. "But you did peel some skin." You eyed Liam's shoes and he sighed and pulled you to his chest. "I'm so sorry, it was an accident." You giggled into his muscular chest. "I know, I forgive you." "Ok," Liam said, looking at the table now. "I think that's enough work for today. Let's eat something and get some ice on your hand." "And next time we buy ready made tables." you said, laughing. He frowned. "But that's not fun, babe."
Niall: You were making some pasta for your boyfriend, Niall, as you turned on the stove and waited for it to heat up. "(Y/N)?" you heard Niall call through the front door. "I'm here!" you called back, leading him to the kitchen with your voice. He walked in and smiled when he saw you. "What are you doing, beautiful?" he asked and walked closer to you. You blushed as you answered. "Making my handsome boyfriend some pasta." He pulled you in and kissed you on the lips, first soft but then more hungrily. He pulled you in so close that there was no space between you too. His lips skillfully moved with yours and he pushed you against the nearest object; the stove. You placed your hands on the stove, trying to gain some balance but ended up burning your hand. "F*CK!" you yelled and pulled away from the stove and Niall. Tears sprang to your eyes as you shook your hand furiously, trying to cool it down. "Oh shit, babe! Water! Cold water!" Niall started yelling. He turned to the sink for cold water and grabbed your burning hand. You were crying now and could really feel the pain. He forced your hand under the water and it felt better within seconds. You sighed and wiped the tears away. Then you felt the fingers that belonged to Niall wipe the remaining tears away, still holding on to your hurt hand. He kissed your forehead softly and whispered in your ear. "Better?" You smiled a small smile at him and nodded your head. He sighed in relief and took your hand from the water and held it tight in his hand. It actually felt better when he squeezed it like that. "I'll go get some medicine for that." he chuckled. "What's so funny?" you asked him curiously. He just shook his head and smiled mischievously. "I always wanted to do 'it' in the kitchen. I thought it'd be kinky but-" "Just get the medicine Niall." you sighed, but smiled shyly at him. He laughed his famous laugh and kissed your hand once more before running up the stairs.
Zayn: You and Zayn were sleeping together, entwined and peaceful. You thought Zayn was asleep but his arms already around your waist tightened its grip. You turned slightly to see if his eyes were open but he interrupted you with a quick kiss on your neck. "Morning Zayn..." you greeted him. "Morning, babe." he replied, his voice groggy. You two stayed there for a little bit more until Zayn kissed your neck again and you laughed. "I'm ticklish, man." you told him. "Don't you know that?" He raised his eyebrow at you. "If I had known I would have done this much earlier." "Done what-" you were cut of with Zayn tickling your sides like a maniac. You were laughing so hard you couldn't breathe. "Zayn!" you screamed. "Stop....doing....that....." You couldn't even talk properly. "Not a chance!" Zayn laughed with you. You suddenly felt the bed disappear from you and you landed on the ground with a thud. You hit your head on the floor and your eyes blacked out. "(Y/N)! Oh my gosh, baby are you ok?" you heard Zayn asking. He quickly jumped down to the ground and helped you up. You sat there, rubbing your head. "Ouch..." you finally muttered. Zayn laughed quietly but loud enough for you to shoot him a glare. "Sorry," he chuckled. "It's kinda funny when you think about it." You smiled, rubbing your head. "I guess, but it's your fault." Zayn gave you a mock surprised look and you laughed, already feeling better. "Do you need ice?" he asked, turning serious and examining your head. "No.." you shook your head. "I'm fine." Zayn's soft lips pressed against yours and he left the room. "That's why I didn't tell you I was ticklish!" you screamed at him and heard his soft laugh before he shut the door.
A/N: HERE YOU GO ~ Long time no see my lovely followers and readers. I missed you guys! So, what did you think about this? Hope you all enjoyed it. Requests and feedback would be appreciated. (: BYE NOW ~
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