One Direction Preferences

68- Forts

CREDIT: TUMBLR

Liam:  “We need like 10,000 pounds of pop-corn.” Your daughter says, totally serious, her brown eyes blinking up at you. “That seems a little excessive, doesn’t it?” You say, smiling as you put a bag into the microwave. “I don’t know that word.” She says, hopping up onto a chair, waiting for you to be finished. “Means too much, baby.” You explain ad you reach onto the highest shelf to grab your children favorite candy you keep hidden. “Daddy said it’s the perfect amount.” She says, swinging her legs. You glance at your husband in the living room, him and your son placing blankets over the TV and chairs, making a huge fort out of the living room. He catches your gaze and smiles broadly at you, still making your stomach drop. The microwave beeps and you let it sit for a moment before pouring it into a bowl, before following your daughter into the living room. “Who is ready for movie night?!” Liam says excitedly, pumping his fists, as you shake your head fondly. “I am, but no more Batman, Daddy.” Your son replies as he dips into the fort first. You guys had a movie night at least once a month, more when Liam was home more often. You’re not sure how it always ended up being underneath a huge fort, you and Liam on the couch and your kids below you, safe as a little family under all your bed sheets, but it did. You didn’t mind, you stayed the entire time, curled into Liam’s arms, hearing your children laughs fill the space at whatever movie you selected that night. “Course not. You guys pick.” He says, pulling you into his side, pressing a kiss to your temple as your kids ran to the DVDs.

Louis:  “Well maybe if you stayed out of my room, we wouldn’t have this problem!” You glance at Louis, and he doesn’t react at all. “You went in mine first! And stole my shirt! All did was borrow your shoes, they’re back now, chill the hell out.” A door slams, and you’re honestly not sure which one of your daughters it was. “Maybe you should both just shut up and leave each other alone.” Your sons voice booms, until what you assume is his door, shuts. “We did want children, right?” Louis finally says, offering some of the candy he was eating, holding the bag out to you. “Yes, and as I recall, you wanted 3.” You say, taking a few, popping them into your mouth. “I was young and naïve. And horny.” He muttered as an afterthought. You can still hear stomping around from the second floor, but neither you nor Louis seemed bother. Was it immature to shove all the couches and chairs together and toss a blanket over both your heads to avoid your fighting children? Probably, but it was Louis’ idea and they were driving you so insane you agreed. “Mom!” One of them screeches and she is much closer now, and you can tell she has brought company. Louis pokes his head out from the small hole in the blanket ceiling. “No! Your last name must have been Tomlinson for longer than 20 years to enter past here.” He says, and you can see his narrowed blue eyes in your mind. “That’s only you and Mom.” Your younger daughter points out. “Exactly. Go to one of your Uncles house and bother them.” You added and giggled slightly as Louis high fived you. Taking a break from parenting once in a while with Louis was always nice.

Zayn:  You hear a child’s giggles and squeals and you know Lux is back from her walk, and by echoing footsteps, she brought at least one of the boys. “Shhh.” Zayn says as you open your mouth to speak, pecking your cheek as he rolls off the bunk. You glance at your boyfriend, crouched behind a huge stack of pillows, separating the front of the bus to the bunk area. You hop down off his bunk, sitting beside him. “What plan of attack are you thinking Malik?” You question, pulling your legs into your chest, toying with one of the water guns on the floor. “Plain ole’ surprise attack.” He mumbles back, scanning the front of the bus, as if it wasn’t painfully obvious the couch pillows were missing from the living area, instead forming a wall in front of your boyfriend. Niall and Harry appear in front of you both, tossing questioning looks at Zayn. “Payback.” He says simply, and in true fashion, they just nod, not really caring as long as they weren’t the ones about to get soaked. “She is a one year old.” You say, as he narrows his eyes at Lux, who is now happily sitting next to Niall, eating her yogurt. He ignores you, instead picking up the tiny weapon, sending a squirt at Lux. She blinks for a moment, realizing she is wet, then turns to look for its source. Zayn doesn’t bother hiding, just smirking and squirting again. She giggles, enjoying it and hobbles over to Zayn, her little arms reaching for the gun. He grins widely, standing up to scoop her into his arms, lighting spraying her with water. “We don’t touch Uncle Zayn’s underwear and color on them, do we?” He asks loudly, shaking her jokingly. She giggles more, and you make a goofy face as Zayn breaks through the pillows, going to play with Lux more.

Niall:  Niall is still breathing heavily beside you, and you can feel his feet already starting to creep up on your bare leg like he always does. “I’m never leaving this bed, or you, ever again.” Niall stated, staring up at the ceiling. “You’re only saying that cause you got laid.” You retort, turning your head to look at him, his hair still matted to his head and blue eyes shining. “True.” He says, nodding and you kick his knee for good measure. “Jesus woman.” He says, bending awkwardly to rub at it. You sit up finally, expecting the mess you two have made of your bed. “We’ve like surrounded ourselves.” You mutter, noticing how the pillows all seem to be on the perimeter of the bed, like a barricade, blocking anyone out who dares try to enter. “Fort Niall and ___.” Niall says dumbly, also now sitting up. You glance at him to see him waving around a random sock of his, like he is staking his claim. Rolling your eyes, you crawl back towards Niall, slipping underneath his welcoming arms, resting your head on his chest, his heart still beating a bit quicker than normal. He squirms a bit to bring the sheet from being wrapped between you two to his hands, quickly shaking it out above you both, letting it fall over you guys like a parachute. He chuckles a bit, “We’re invisible now.” He says as it comes down flat, both your faces and bodies covered in sheet. “Course we are.” You say dryly, kissing his chest, content to lay under the sheets with him.

Harry:  “Are you in the corner?” You question, dropping your spare key into the Harry kept next to his door. “Maybe.” Came his muffled reply. You walked through Harrys dark living room, not sure why no lights were on. His large frame was curled underneath a blanket, his phone light illuminating it a bit. You lifted up the blanket, causing Harry’s head to lift up. You set down your purse, sitting across from him, draping the blanket across your head too. “Have a bad day?” You question, crossing your legs. He starts playing he the frays on his jeans, and you’ve been around him long enough to know that’s a yes. “Maybe.” He mumbles. “That all you can say today?” You retort. “Maybeeeee.” He says, dryly, his smirk popping out at the end. “Want to talk about it?” You ask, staring up at his eyes, noticing now that they were actually glassed over a bit. “Not really, kind of just want to sit here with you.” He says, hunching over to rest his elbows on his knees. It’s silent for a while, you studying him, and him doing the same. “They’re wrong. I don’t know who said what about you, but they’re wrong. Because you are huddled up under a blanket like a little boy, which in my book qualifies you as a very good person.” You state, tapping his knee. He chuckles a bit. “Or as pathetic.” He mutters. “Well sitting under here with you has been the best part of my day. Although it’s sort of hard to breathe and I’m getting hot.” You state, glad you could get another laugh out of him. “You’re the best part of my day a lot.” He says quietly, refusing to look at you. “I’ll believe that when you stop winning awards around the world, you say, ducking out of the blanket to hide your blushing face. You toss it off of him, extending your hand as you stand. “Come on, we’re going to order food and watch crappy TV and be all together very un-womanizing like.” You say, smirking a bit. He shakes his head laughing, “Sounds great.” He says, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders, standing to follow you.