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21. Five More Minutes

|Liam|

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.

|Niall|

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.