Preference #18 “Five More Minutes”
You walked into your home and sighed. You had just finished your shift at work and saying your were tired was an understatement. You had also called Liam a couple hours before to tell him to make dinner and clean up a little so when you entered the kitchen, you were more than disappointed. There was things on the counter from the morning that he promised to put away. The dishes from breakfast and lunch were still in the sink.
“Dammit, Liam!” you yelled through the house, but no response. You walked deeper into the house and heard the faint sound of a TV. The door in Liam’s man cave was slightly ajar and the sound of the TV becoming louder. “Liam, where is dinner?” you asked him.
His mind was focused on the game at task. “Liam, seriously,” you said sternly nudging his shoulder making him mess up and losing.
“What the fuck, Y/N?” he exclaimed.
“Liam, I called you two hours ago to clean up and make dinner. What happened?” you asked.
“Can you give me five more minutes, and I promise I’ll make dinner,” he said, still ignoring your request.
“No, Liam, I asked you to do it two hours ago,” you said, getting frustrated. You grabbed his controller and pressed pause.
“Y/N! What are you doing?” he yelled standing up.
“Liam, you were home all day, and I was at work for the past eight hours. I called you and said can you please make dinner. You could of ordered a damn pizza for all I fucking care,” you yelled, throwing his controller back on the couch.
“Y/N, I’m sorry,” he apologized.
“Don’t be sorry, just make dinner,” you sighed, patting his cheek.
“What do you want to eat?” he asked, grabbing your hands.
“Something editable because I’m hungry,"you groaned putting your head on his chest.
You have been dreading this day for awhile. Of course you were happy for Niall to go on tour because it made him happy and excited, but while he’s having the time of his life with his friends, you were at home alone. You promised him that you would take him to the airport and see him off, but you knew that would be the hardest part.
"Hey, you’ll be fine,” Niall said as you both got out of the car.
“I know, I’m just really gonna miss you,” you said, helping him get his bags out the car.
You were both silent on your way to the plan. It wasn’t much of a awkward silence, but a comfortable silence. Neither of you had to say good-bye to someone that would be leaving for awhile that wasn’t family and you didn’t know what to say.
“Please be careful on stage,” you told him, as you approached the plane.
“I know, mum,” he joked, making you shove him.
“Seriously though Niall. Last thing I need is you to bust your knee again,” you laughed.
“Hey Niall, you almost ready?” Paul asked, walking past you both.
“Yeah, almost but can we please have five more minutes?” Niall asked.
Paul nodded before grabbing Niall’s bags. Before you could say anything, Niall embraced you into a hug.
“Don’t be too bored without me around,” he smiled, with his head on your shoulder.
“Don’t have too much fun without me,” you shot back. “Call me when you land,” you told him.
“I’ll be calling you everyday until I get back,” he whispered before kissing you sweetly.
“Ew,” Louis commented as he walked by. “I would say get a room, but we really gotta go,” he said grabbing Niall’s arm.
“Okay fine, but I love you,” you smiled.
“Love you too,” he said before kissing your forehead and then leaving.
“Zayn, please just stop. It’s getting annoying,” you begged.
You were eight months pregnant, and it felt like you were getting bigger by the second. Every time your baby would kick or you felt movement, Zayn would never be around, but today he was determined to feel your baby girl kick just once. So all day he had been rubbing, poking, and talking to your stomach all day trying to wake her up.
“Please babe just five more minutes. I just want to feel her kick once before I leave in a couple days because when I come back, it’ll probably be to late,” he reminded you.
“She’ll kick when she’s awake, and you’ve been trying everyday,” you told him.
“But even my mates have felt my baby kick,” he complained.
You did feel bad for him though. All he really wanted was just to feel his baby kick. Everyone from you to his family had felt the baby kick.
“Fine just five more minutes but then I’m taking a nap,” you decided. He smiled and continued to work on your bump.
“Come on baby. Please kick for daddy so mommy can go asleep,” you laughed rubbing your sides. “Ow!” you exclaimed. “Did you feel that?”
“Here,” you said, placing his hand on your side.
She kicked again making Zayn smile. “She’s strong,” he chuckled.
“Yeah, I’ve never felt her kick that hard,” you laughed. “She probably wants you to stop,” you joked.
“Whatever but I’ll let you sleep. I love you,” he said before giving you a quick kiss. “And I love you,” he smiled kissing your belly. "We love you too, but we are both very tired and we would appreciate if daddy made some dinner.“ You smiled. "Anything for my girls.”
You closed your literature book and sighed. It was almost eight o’clock, and you were working on an essay and had forgot to make dinner for yourself and Harry. You heard the back door open making you pop your head up.
“Y/N, I’m back,” Harry called out.
“I’m in the kitchen,” you answered back. You heard him come closer to the kitchen. “I meant to make dinner, but I was caught up with my studies,” you mentioned before you heard him enter into the kitchen.
“I didn’t think you were making dinner. It’s Sunday,” he said, confusing you. You turned around to see Harry with a pizza.
“Oh my god. I totally forgot,” you said, surprised.
Every Sunday, you and Harry would have a standing date night. Tonight, you had planned to get a pizza and watch a movie.
“It’s fine just go and put on something comfortable,” he said putting the pizza down.
“Okay just give me five more minutes,” You pleaded, opening up your book.
“No, Y/N, you’ve been studying for hours. Just take the rest of the night off with me and this pizza. You deserve it,” he begged, putting his hands on your shoulders.
“And I will, just let me finish this page and then I’ll change,” you promised making him groan.
“You said this is due next week, and you have six out of seven pages done, and you are so tense right now,” he said, rubbing your shoulders. “And I know you haven’t eaten lunch or dinner so if anything else just eat.”
You sighed and stood up. “Okay, I’ll be done for the night,” you said before kissing his cheek. “But I wanna choose the movie.”
“Maybe, babe if you’re lucky.”
You were finishing up making Louis’s favorite dinner. You wanted to celebrate you moving into his house by making his favorite meal. You put a bottle of wine on the table as you heard Louis enter through the front door.
“Y/N?” Louis called through the house.
“Yes, I’m in the kitchen,” you answered. You heard him walk into the kitchen and stand next to you before kissing your cheek.
“What is this?” he smiled.
“Well since it’s my first time cooking here as a non-guest, I wanted to make your favorite to show my appreciation,” you explained. He nodded. “I got the recipe from your mum this morning and when I was looking for the ingredients I realized you had like no food in your house, so I had to shop today and restock everything,” you said, putting the remaining ingredients away.
“Ow Oh!” Louis hissed, dropping the food on the stove, catching your attention.
“Louis, stop!” you yelled, putting the food back in the pan.
“It burned me,” he whined.
“Yeah it’s hot. Just wait five more minutes and then we can eat,” you said putting a lid on the pan.
“But babe, I can’t wait another five minutes. I’m starving and it looks so good,” he said.
“You can last a couple more minutes. Just go up stairs and change and when you come back down, you’ll be able to eat all you want,” you promised.
“I don’t need to change.”
“Well then Louis just sit down and wait,” you laughed, putting him in a chair.
“What the hell on we waiting on?” Louis asked, sinking in his chair.
“The vegetables aren’t done yet.”
“We don’t need vegetables,” he whined making you laugh. “
It’s almost done.”