Preference 121: Your Son's Friends Think You're Hot And...
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Niall: All of your son’s friends were over, like always, and Niall was in there trying to be the cool dad. They were all joking and laughing together before your son’s voiced boomed through the whole house. “She’s my mum, you pervs,” he yelled, only earning a huge chuckle from Niall. Of course, you could hear your husband’s loud laugh. You were wondering what was going on, but you opted out of going into the living room where they all were. But Niall had ended up coming into the kitchen, red as a tomato as he laughed. “What’s going on?” you asked, holding a smirk and a risen eyebrow in curiosity. “T-they think you’re hot and Y/S/N got pissed off. But I gotta agree with them, you’re hot,” he said, walking over to you. “They think that? That’s kind of creepy,” you said, leaning into his touch. “It should be an honor,” he joked, kissing your cheek. “That’s weird,” you whined.
Zayn: You and Zayn had rushed into the front doors of the school, making your way into the principal’s office. The call saying your son had been a fight got the two of you rushing to the school. Zayn had looked over at your son, who was seated in the chair in the office, and almost gave him a high five until you stopped him. “Why’d you do it?” you asked, ready to give him a scolding. “None of your concern,” he said, talking back. “Don’t talk to your mum like that,” Zayn said, giving him a look that made him sigh. “He called mum hot and I was defending her because he was being crude. I wasn’t going to let someone talk about my mum like that!” You were taken back by his reasoning, so was Zayn, and you didn’t know what to say. “That’s an acceptable reason,” Zayn said. “No, Zayn, it’s not. You shouldn’t be getting into fights. But since you feel strongly about this, you’re only going to get grounded for a week. On top of your suspension, of course. Let’s go home.” You turned your back and you could hear two hands slapping, knowing Zayn was praising your son.
Louis: Boy talk something you always found yourself interrupting. Though this time, Louis had been with you as you entered your house with shopping bags. You knew your son was home with his friends, so you tried to be quiet to see what they were doing. The two of you had made your way into the theater room where they were playing games. “No, but dude your mum is hot,” one of his friends said, looking over at your son. You took in a gagged breath of air, looking at Louis who was smirking and trying not to laugh. “Ew, don’t say that. That’s gross,” your son said. “She’s got a nice body on her, man. She’s a MILF.” You gagged slightly. “Your dad’s a lucky dude. I wish I had that luck.” “Alright. Stop, I don’t want to hear these things. I’ll kick your ass next time you say that,” he scolded, turning his attention back on the game. “Just stating facts, man.” “That’s nice of you all to say about my wife,” Louis piped in, causing all of their eyes to turn to your two. You shied back and watched as their eyes widen in embarrassment, making Louis laugh out loud.
Harry: Your son had wanted to invite his friends over for the annual barbeque that you and Harry liked to throw, so you both agreed and let them come. Everyone was in their bathing suits, including you. They had been eyeing you since they had walked in and you could feel their eyes on you. It had made you a little uncomfortable. Harry had noticed as well, so he had walked over to have a little chat with them. You had seen him hanging back for a minute before approaching them. They had immediately shut their mouths and eyed him before looking at your right quick and then going back to him. Your son had a smirk on his face, only laughing out loud as his dad walked away. “What happened?” you asked as soon as Harry was near you. He smiled and pulled you into his arms. “They think you’re hot. I heard them talking about you and Y/S/N was getting mad, so I walked over and told them to cut it out,” he smiled, looking down at you. “They called you a MILF, I think that’s what set Y/S/N off.” You made a disgusted face and looked over at them before turning your attention abck to Harry. “That’s creepy. They’re only 12, they shouldn’t be thinking like that,” you said. He laughed out loud, “It’s normal. Trust me.”
Liam: “Thank you, Mrs. Payne,” one of your sons friends said as you placed down plates of food down for them. Your son rolled his eyes, knowing that his friends were being kiss asses. You smiled at them and walked away, but you stopped short of walking out of the room, remembering that you had to tell your son something. But you stopped outside of the door when you heard them talking. “Your mum is a dime,” one of his friends said, earning ‘yeah’s’ from the other boys at the table. “How’d your dad land that?” You heard your son grown, but you had a smirk on your face. You felt a little prideful, knowing that you still had some looks to you. “We go through this all the time. Don’t talk about my mum like that. I might throw up,” your son fake gagged. You chuckled, feeling arms wrap around your torso. “Eavesdropping isn’t nice, love,” your husband said, kissing your cheek. “Just saying, your mum is fuckin’ hot.” Liam laughed, pulling away from you and walking into the dining room. “Talking about my wife I see,” he said, sitting down. “N-no sir,” one of the boys stuttered, earning laughter from your son and from you as well. “Lucky guy aren’t I?” Liam asked, smirking at all of them, making you roll your eyes and walk away from your secretive spot.