One Direction and 5SOS preference book 2.0

Terrible twos BSM

Niall: “Come on princess, please?” Niall begged, tired of asking. See, Niall wanted you to come downstairs because your mum was ill and needed a rest but you wanted to stay upstairs. “No.” You simply stated, crossing your arms sharply and sitting down on a step, near to where the gate at the top of the stairs was. “(YN).” Niall grunted, getting frustrated as you continued to be your sassy two-year old self, not listening to him, and stomping your foot - almost as if to stand your ground. “Now.” He barked, and you flinched slightly, he was pretty loud. “But me want to stay up!” You whined, and Niall gave you a firm look. “(YN) (Y/M/N) Horan. I said get here, now.” He hissed, and you groaned again. “Niall! Please!” You pleaded, watching as he opened the baby gate at the bottom,  rushing up the stairs to pick you up. “I said that you needed to come down, and you disobeyed me.” He sighed, taking you down the stairs, where your time-out chair was. “Niall, no, no please!” You shrieked, noticing where he was taking you. “Just for two minutes, sweetheart. You should of come down, okay?” He explained, and you nodded, sitting on the chair, and waiting the two minutes.

Zayn: “(YN), give it to me, it’s not yours love,” Zayn chided, watching as you, your hand rather, gripped onto his new phone. “No, I want!” you grumbled, holding the phone closer to your chest. “(YN), please. I’ll get you a new doll? Crayons?” Zayn bribed, and you thought about it. This phone for some new toys. “And sweets?” You raised an eyebrow at your brother, shooting him a cute look, just for the sweets you wanted so badly. “Fine. Sweets too - only if you give me my phone back.” He gambled, and you nodded, handing over the phone to your brother, and he smirked. “Thank you very much, and you’re going over to the naughty step.” Zayn cheekily smiled, picking you up and setting you on the naughty step. “Listen here. Two minutes, okay?” He left you there, and you sighed. After the two minutes, Zayn came back again. “Do you know why you’re here?” he asked, and you nodded. “Because I no give you phone back.” You indicated, and he nodded. “So, how about the doll, the crayons AND the sweets?” Zayn grinned and you squealed in delight, nodding and clinging onto him.

Louis: It was time for your bath, but you knew that straight after your bath you had to go to bed, and so, here we are - you didn’t want to take a bath because you didn’t want to go to bed just yet. “(YN), bug, come on let’s get you in the bath,” Louis smiled, starting the bath and you watched it fill with warm water. The blue-eyed lad turned to you, helping you take of your clothes. “No Lou.” you protested, now only in your diapers. “Why not? You love taking baths!” Louis raised an eyebrow at you, finding it strange that you didn’t want to bath. “If me bath, me go to bed,” you shuffled your feet, and Louis smirked in an understanding way. “I see. But if we can wash you up quickly, we can stay up a bit and watch some cartoons, yeah?” he quipped, and you nodded, letting him take off your diaper so you could get in. After getting you squeaky clean, it was time to get out. “Ready to get out?” “No, stay!” “(YN)..” Louis stretched out.

Harry: “It’s my toy!” you shrieked as you snatched the toy off of Gemma, receiving back a very shocked look from her. You didn’t get your afternoon nap, and you were just being a plain moody (YN). “Hey, just because you didn’t get a nap doesn’t mean you have to be mean.” Harry cautioned you and you stuck your tongue out at him. “Harry, leave it alone.” Gemma warned him, knowing how you were moody even if you did get your naps, especially since you were going through your terrible twos. “No, she shouldn’t do that,” He furrowed his brows, and you whined as he picked you up to take you to the time-out spot. “Stay here, okay?” You ‘hmmphed’ at him, being sassy and rude, it WAS your toy after all. After a while, he came back. “You know what you did, yes?” and you nodded, the usual ritual following. “C’mon, let’s go back to Gemma.” Harry grinned, taking your hand and taking you to the living room. But within less than three minutes, you’d done it again. “Told you it wasn’t the nap, Harry!” Gemma teased.

Liam: “Look this way. (YN). (YNNNNNN)?” Liam drawled out, but you paid no attention, simply staring at the TV, watching Monsters Inc. for the near millionth time. “(Y/N), babes,” Liam cooed, and you faced him sharply. “Shush!” You hushed him, and he widened his eyes. “Hey, that’s not nice,” Liam declared, and you huffed. “You have to eat, otherwise you won’t be a big girl!” He gasped dramatically, making you giggle. You had a few bites, but got distracted again. “That’s it - no more TV until you’re done eating.” He demanded, and went to turn off the TV. “NO!” You screamed, taking your hand and smushing it down onto your plate, bits of food flying everywhere in the kitchen. “Oh my gosh, (YN)!” Liam groaned, “That’s very bad. C’mon, we have to clean you up now.” He calmly said, picking you up and settling you on his hip, starting to clean up and praying that the terrible two’s would go by quickly.