Mummy Direction (One Direction 6th Member)

Mummy and Her 5 Sons

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The night had started out innocent enough. The boys had decided to have a small get-together at the flat, just a few drinks, a laugh, and some music. But as the night wore on, they enjoyed their time a little too much,, the drinks turned into shots, the shots into cocktails, and before Y/N knew it, all five of them were a mess.

Niall was laughing at nothing, Zayn was lying on the couch mumbling random words, and Louis... well, Louis had taken off his shirt and was making ridiculous poses in the middle of the living room, declaring he was the next big fashion icon. Harry and Liam weren’t much better, giggling uncontrollably in the corner.

Y/N sighed, trying to keep her cool. "This is exactly what I warned you about," she muttered, looking over the wreck they’d created. Cups, bottles, and empty snack bowls littered the floor.

The flat smelled like stale beer, and all she wanted was to curl up and forget about the chaos. But she couldn’t. Not when they were this far gone.

Luckily, Lou and Paul Higgins had been there to help, managing to keep them semi-contained while Y/N kept making sure they didn’t knock each other over or break something.

But, after a couple of hours, Lou and Paul had to leave. They both have family obligations to attend to. "You’ve got this, Mummy Direction" Lou winked before she and Paul exited the flat.

Y/N had begged them to stay, but they had their own lives, and she understood. So now, she was left alone with five drunken, irresponsible boys.

“Alright, guys,” she said, standing in the middle of the room, hands on her hips. “You’ve got two choices. Either I help you, or you all sleep in your mess.”

That got their attention—sort of. Niall’s wide grin was the only thing that suggested he’d heard her. He snickered, probably because he couldn’t remember the last coherent thought he’d had.

Louis slung his arm around Harry's shoulders, “Y/N, let’s just get pizza, yeah? Forget about all this cleaning. We deserve it.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “You deserve a nap in your own puke, but I’m trying to be nice here.”

She rolled up her sleeves and started with the easy stuff—collecting the empty bottles and cans, throwing them into the recycling. As she worked, she made sure to keep an eye on the boys, making sure none of them attempted to do something stupid, like jump off the couch or get into a food fight.

When the trash was cleared, she moved on to them. "Okay, lads. Let’s get you into something comfortable.”

One by one, she helped them up, guiding each of them to their rooms. Harry protested the entire way, saying he could walk by himself, but she could hear his slurring. His posture told her otherwise. She changed him into sweatpants and a T-shirt, even though he kept swatting her hand away, thinking it was some form of attack.

Zayn was next, already asleep on the couch when she walked up. His clothes were all wrong, mismatched from the night’s antics, so she gently slipped him into a clean set of clothes.

Louis gave her a bit more trouble, tugging at his shirt when she tried to change him, but a soft but firm hand on his shoulder and a "Don't make me get the cold water bottle" was enough to get him in a fresh set of joggers and a hoodie.