watching your child(ren).
Harry: You left your 16-year old daughter in the hands of her father, Harry, for the week while you were on a business trip. You come back to see the house trashed. Cups, Chinese food, pizza, ice cream, and everything you could imagine - all over the tables, counters, chairs, and floor. "Harry! What the hell happened?" you yell. "Listen, okay. I can explain completely. Elizabeth said she was going to have a couple friends over and she did. They just... Obviously didn't clean up." You pick up a cup and smell it, "Harry, this is alcohol. How could you let this happen?" "I didn't know. I swear to god, I didn't buy it for them. I'll ground her don't worry. And I'll clean this all up." You sigh, "Fine. But I'm not happy, and don't think you're getting out of this so easily." You see Elizabeth looking at you, wide-eyed. "Don't think you're getting out of this, either, young lady."
Liam: Liam told you to go have a spa day with your friends. You were very reluctant because your son is only a few months old and you don't know well Liam can handle the baby by himself. Five minutes into your spa trip, Liam calls. "Hi honey, I know you're relaxing, but on your way home, can you pick up some diapers?" "Sure, Liam." Your spa day ends and you begin your journey back home, not forgetting to stop for diapers. When you walk in the door, you see Liam struggling to get your son to stop crying. "Hi babe. I'm just getting him to sleep." You laugh, "Not like that." You take your son from Liam and rock him right to sleep. "Thank god," Liam whispers. "Rough day?" you ask. "You have no idea."
Louis: "Louis Tomlinson! How dare you!?" "I'm sorry, (y/n). She said she could skip school today, she said she already talked to you." "You don't listen to a five year old! Look at this! There's marker and paint everywhere! Now I have to clean this all up, thanks," you say, angrily. "I'll clean it u-" "Louis, you've done enough today." "I'm sorry! I swear I didn't know, (y/n). I'll do anything to make it up to you." "Anything?" you ask, and he nods. You end up with a very nice massage and a beautifully cooked dinner.
Niall: "Niall, the house is cleaner now than when I left it. How did you manage that with the kids?" "Oh, the boys weren't home very long. I sent them to their friends house for a sleepover." "Clever, Mr. Horan, very clever." "I thought you'd like that. They're still not here. They won't be here for another few hours," Niall says and begins to kiss your neck. "Niall.. Niall, stop. I have to get this work done." "Who needs work when you have me?" You laugh, "Niall, seriously. I have to get this done, I love you and all, but seriously stop." Niall stops and looks at you with a pouting face, "Fine. Don't expect anything later either." You laugh again, "Fine." "I'm just kidding, later is better," Niall says and runs to the kitchen singing, "The kids are coming, the kids are coming."
Zayn: You and Zayn have been dating for a little over a year. You have a family emergency, so you had to leave your four-year old daughter, Lexie, with Zayn. "I'll be back in a few hours, just give her lunch and I'll bring something home for dinner." "All right, babe. See you soon, love you." When you returned home, you found Zayn and Lexie on the couch, sleeping. The sound of the door closing woke Zayn. "Sorry I'm late. Did you guys eat dinner?" you whisper. "Yeah we had some grilled cheese and soup, don't worry. Everything okay with you?" "Of course," you say as you sit down on the couch next to Zayn. "Was she good for you?" "Perfect, as always." You smile and snuggle up to Zayn and watch the movie that was currently on the television.
