I have edited this slightly- it was bulky and I thought it could use a little editing. Hope you understand!
Niall:
Sometimes, being home alone can get boring and irritating. Having quit my last job because mistreated and overworked, though, I don't have much of a choice in the matter. At my last job, my boss almost never stopped piling tasks onto me and my colleagues. Eventually, the workload got so big, and not only was I still only earning minimum wage but it was also beginning to affect my mental health. So, I left.
Without a job, I have nothing else to do. Louis wouldn't be home from work until late tonight, Liam doesn't finish work until six in the evening, and both Zee and Haz work until four in the afternoon. It was another four hours until I would have anything interesting happen. It was boring.
Since I was thinking about Liam, I could feel myself getting hungry and wanting him to be home so that he could make me some of his spaghetti bolognese for me to eat. Thinking about food only made me want to get Nandos, but eating alone was a form of sadness that I didn't want to stoop to on a Tuesday lunch- that was Friday night's job. I grab my phone, finding Luke's name in my contacts.
Luke: hey, man :-)
Come to mine. Like, now.
Luke: okie dokie, will do. will be there in fifteen.
Make sure to stop by Nandos, will you?
Luke: Obviously. Same as usual?
Putting my phone down and reaching for the remote, I curled up on the couch and turned on the TV. I could hear the front door's handle beginning to jiggle, and then a kick to the door, and I instantly begin to mentally prepare for a random intruder coming to murder me. How would I defend myself alone?
"Lou!" I cheer, and once realising that he wasn't a serial killer I stand up and hugged him as tight as I could. He grinned and kissed my hair.
"Hey, love," he said, letting go after a few moments. "I'm just stopping by for now. I have to go back later."
"Luke's on his way with Nandos. Oh, and I put in an application at the pizza place. I'm also babysitting tomorrow night, and have an interview for a restaurant on Wednesday." smiling, he nodded and pulled me down onto the couch. For a moment he stared at my lips, as he always did to all of us before he finally kissed me hard on the mouth. I gasped into it, letting him push me back roughly.
POV change: Louis.
Just as we were beginning to get carried away, Luke walked through the house and cleared his throat awkwardly, face stained red as he held their food. I greet him quietly, pulling myself away from Niall with a smile.
"I think I'm going to have a nap before I leave again, can you wake me up in about half an hour?" nodding, Niall kissed my cheek before letting me go. Upstairs was eerily quiet, but I could still hear the giggles shared between my dyed blond and Luke. I debated going into my own bedroom for a minute, before settling on Harry's- my charger was still in there from last night.
The bed was mostly made, though a few of the pillows had been thrown on the floor this morning and neither of us had bothered to pick them up. When I noticed that the room was bare of almost anything, I pull off my socks and let myself run downstairs to get some water.
I could see that the kitchen was a mess. The washing up still needed doing and our counter was rather cluttered. I didn't bother Niall about it, though. He would do it when he finished eating, he always did. As I opened the cupboard to grab down a glass, something knocked down a glass and as it hit the ground it shattered. Almost immediately, it sliced into my foot and made me start to bleed. Blood was going everywhere.
"Shit."
"Lou? What's wrong?" I could hear the panic in his voice and cursed myself for interrupting his fun over a cut on my foot that I could solve myself.
"I dropped a glass and it cut my foot. It hurts." he sighs, looking at me.
"It will, Louis. You just sliced open your foot." I glare at him and he smiles innocently.
"Mind your attitude, Ni. Could you go get the first aid kit." Luke grabbed the sweeping brush, brushing away the glass as Niall crouched down in front of me.
"The glass itself hasn't gone too deep into your foot, so I can remove it without causing too much damage. You'll just bleed a little," I nod, watching him lift my leg so that he could a better angle of my foot. It made my leg ache a little bit, but my foot definitely hurt more. "Now, pull my hair."
"All I wanted was— you what?" my brow automatically arched, and his face was redder than the blood on staining my skin. He shook his head and I smiled, taking a grip of the back of his hair when he starts cleaning my injury. It stung, but I didn't mind it.
Back from work late, Liam was clearly in an awful mood. Something had clearly happened and we were all trying to stay in his good books. Nobody liked it when he was in a bad mood, and nobody ever wanted to make it worse by being snappy.
"Li?" I whisper, finally finished with some paperwork I had leftover.
"What?" his tone was harsh and sounded like he was being snappy, but I knew that he didn't intend to sound that way. He'd always been that way.
"Do you want to cuddle?" he looks at me and nods, raising an arm so that I could sit beside him comfortably. I leaned into his side carefully, and he sighed, looking at me. The bandage on my foot quite obviously stood out, and he made a point to ask. "Oh, a glass smashed earlier. Wanna see?"
"Let me see it. I wanna know if it's bad." I nod, showing him the cut quickly. The air hit the injury and made it start stinging all over again. "Okay. That doesn't look too bad."
"What happened at work?" I ask, careful when I saw his expressions change.
"Something."
"I know, Li, but what?" he glares and his jaw tenses, making me gulp and sit back.
"I don't want to talk about it." I push a little more, trying to get him to talk. "I just don't want to talk about it, is that a problem?" I finally snap when he starts to get angrier.
"I just wanted to know what got you so mad. We all do, so that we don't have to fucking tip-toe around you all night." I could almost hear his teeth grinding after what I'd said.
"I wasn't mad, but you know what does make me mad?" he whispers, a hand suddenly in my hair pulling my head back. "When certain people decide not to listen and have a shitty attitude with me."
"Fine. Have it your way, then."
"I swear to god, Louis. You don't want a spanking tonight, do you?" my entire body seems to tense at the new tone of voice, but I manage to collect myself before I shake my head. "Use your words, since you're so eager to talk."
"No," his eyebrow arches and his grip on my hair tightens. "No Liam. I don't want a spanking."
I stop myself from saying anything else, agreeing to silently cuddle whilst we both cooled down. It was difficult sometimes since Liam was the only one I'd ever submitted to. To him, I could never do anything that in any way controlled him. There have been many switches that tried to dominate me, but they would never win me over. It was too easy to win. Liam was different. There was nothing I could do to make Liam not have power.
