Preference 301 - He Wants To Start A Family

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Harry - “Haz,” you called out from kneeling on cool tiles in the bathroom, in front of the cabinet, rifling through the shelves. You heard him call back from the other end of the house, voice carrying the way you listened to a clear tone. You nudged a few soaps aside with one hand, fingertips dancing along the line, “did you end up getting more condoms when you went to the store?”

"Um, no," his voice sounded out again, behind you, instead of across the hallway. You turned quickly, smiling as you stood up. Your brow furrowed as you surveyed him, "I was thinking," he kept going, leaning against the bathroom door, "maybe we wouldn’t use those for a while…" and as he finished, he swallowed.

"Harry, I…"

"I wanna try," he almost shrugged, but something in him caught, or maybe the way you were looking. He stepped closer to your body and held you, around your waist. He pressed his smirk to the side of your cheek where he kissed, before he met your eyes, "I wanna start a family with you."

Liam - “So,” he rolled over to your side in bed, and at first, you blinked into the darkness to find him, little light from the full moon outside shining in through the window. You shuffled a little closer, differently, when he leant one arm to wrap you up.

"So…" you prolonged the word for him, stretching your neck to look up and find him, lazy expression, head nestled into the pillows. 

"I’ve been thinking the past couple weeks, and," he swallowed, saying it all with his hands, "and you don’t have to say anything right away, I mean you can think about it, I just… I don’t know, I mean, every time I think about it, it just… I don’t know," he shook his head down, smiling, "it feels right…"

"Liam," you chuckled quietly, smiling up, "you can tell me, you goof. What is it?"

"I wanna, maybe," he peered down, "I wanna think about having kids…" and he finished the way his voice stopped, and he caught your eyes to try to read them.

"Let’s do it," you nodded, reaching up to kiss him, "I mean it, let’s do it."

Louis - you browsed the aisles in the shoe store, feeling his hands skim your waist as he walked behind you, peering around over your head. You stopped in front of a small display, eyes skimming what you saw in front of you, feeling Louis move to stand next to you, “hey, look at these,” his soft voice caught you to make you turn, an array of tiny Converses on display in front of him.

"They’re adorable," you squeezed his arm as you looked down. 

"Imagine the tiny feet that would fit into those," he moved to the back of you again, and held you there, looking with you, "we should make some feet to fit in those shoes," he whispered by your ear, kissing softly, biting down on the lobe when you didn’t say anything. 

You swallowed, to find words, “you think we’re ready for that, Lou?” You didn’t move, standing where you couldn’t see his face, only hear the steady exhale of his breath, warm where you felt it on the back of your neck. 

"I’m ready if you are," he whispered again, holding you in the middle of the store.

Zayn - you felt the change in weight when he dropped your fingers from entwining, “hey, babe,” he murmured softly. His legs either side of your body, you lay back, gently against him on the living room floor, watching TV on a Thursday night. You craned your neck a little, to almost turn around and face him, “yeah?”

"I’ve been thinking," he kissed the side of your face," maybe we should start trying…"

"Trying…" you narrowed your eyes, thinking, "to exercise more? To watch more Breaking Bad?"

"No, no," he chuckled, squeezing your middle with arms around you, smiling up before he stopped, "I mean," he cleared his throat, "trying for kids, you know, starting a family."

You didn’t say anything at first, caught between fighting a smile to keep him from seeing, and figuring out words to sound okay. You nodded down to your feet and found his hands, holding them again before you spoke, “I’ve been thinking the exact same thing,” you smiled, “I want that too, Zayn.”

Niall - he kissed your temple when he rolled over near you in bed, kissing a line down your face, lips hovering over your neck before he found the right spot, lapping at your skin with his tongue. He groaned when you started to move over, stretching one arm out to reach for the nightstand and the condoms in the top drawer. 

"Wait," you felt Niall’s hand curl around your wrist, pulling it back, "I…" he stopped, bare chest heaving a little from not a lot of breath, and how you’d left him. He took in his bottom lip, looking down at you, "I don’t think we need those anymore… I kinda," he swallowed, "I’ve been thinking about, you know, kids… with you…"

"Kids…" you repeated the word, softly, fiddling, aware of his body between your legs before you started. 

"Kids…" he said it again. You leant up to kiss him as an answer and he took it well, kissing you back, holding your frame as he sealed it.

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