Harry
"BABY I'M HOME!" I called out as I walked home from work. I hung both the house and car keys on the holder that was on the wall. "Babe?" I called again shrugging off my jacket and hanging it on the coat hunger. I frowned when I received no answer and went up the stairs to our bedroom. I opened the door and smiled fondly when I saw my boyfriend sleeping , snoring softly, cuddling our cat. I went to kiss his temple and made my way back down to the kitchen. On the table there was a plate under a cloche with a note:
If you're reading this then it means I fell asleep and I'm sorry :(
But I cooked pastas for you! I hope it still tastes good. And don't worry I already fed Kly. I love you cupcake♡
It read. I groaned at the cupcake part but smiled at the cute little heart. I put the plate in the microwave, filling a glass with water and waiting for my food to be ready. When it finally was, I ate while looking over some work stuff. I should really take a week off to spend some time with my babies. I washed the dishes quickly, took a shower and went to bed spooning my boyfriend.
"Harreh?" He whispered, opening his eyes a little.
"Oh hey doll, go back to sleep it's late." I whispered stroking his tummy. He hummed and was back into slumber. I chuckled and pressed a kiss to his neck before falling asleep too.
"Daddy wake uppppp!"
"Fuck off." I groaned.
"Kly, come help me wake Daddy up!" I heard my baby whisper. And few seconds later, I felt two tongues lapping over my face.
"Kly, Zee stop!" I chuckled
"I'm up!" I groaned sitting up.
"Morning!" Zayn said with a bright smile. I rolled my eyes before pressing a small kiss to his lips.
"Meowww" I looked down at Kly and pressed a kiss to his forhead.
"What did you wake me up for now?" I sighed rubbing the sleep off my eyes and glancing at the clock. 7am.
"I want blueberry pancakes!" Zayn exclaimed happily bouncing on the bed. Ugh it's Saturday morning and he wakes me up at 7 o'clock to cook bloody pancakes?!
"It's 7 in the morning Zaynie." I whined.
"But I love your pancakes. They're the best!" He pouted.
"I'll do it only if you give me a kiss." I said, puckering my lips afterwards. He kissed my lips, and I suck on his lower lip a bit before pulling away.
"Now pancakes?" He asked in a whisper. How cute. I nodded and got out of bed stretching my muscles.
"C'mon let's go!" I said, yawning.
We went down the stairs and I made the pancakes with scrambled eggs, putting it in a plate. "What d'ya wanna drink?"
"Apple juice please." I took the bottle from the fridge and two glasses, setting everything on a tray. "Can you feed Kly for me sweetie?" Zayn nodded and did as I asked him while I brought the tray on the coffee table, turning on the tv. I went back in the kitchen to take a fork and a knife, which I forgot earlier and walked in on Zayn talking with Kly. He was laying on the floor, on his belly, his (my) shirt was raised enough for me to see his black boxers.
"Be a good boy okay? You can come with Daddy and I when you are done eating EVERYTHING I gave you. Because if you don't, you won't be a big beautiful and strong cat. Understand?" Kly meowed making me chuckle softly. I excited the kitchen, leaving them alone and plopped down on the couch. As soon as I grabbed the blanket, my phone rung. I groaned and took it. Louis. I answered.
"Hello Harold!"
"Mornin fucker. Stop calling me Harold you damn well know it's not my name."
"Woaw there...did I wake you up?"
"No, but Zayn did. To cook blueberry pancakes." He laughed. "Shut it Lou." I chuckled.
"Soz" He said calming down. "So I called to know if you were free next week."
"Umm I guess yeah. Why?"
"Mum wants us to go visit her." He said calmly. I love my mum, really. But her boyfriend is the biggest homophobic prick.
"Lou-"
"I KNOW! But she feels like you hate her."
"I don't! I'm just trying not to spend time with that prick. Especially since we all know Zayn is coming with me. He's really sensitive and I won't tolerate any of his insults."
"Yeah Haz I know all that." He sighed. "Listen, I'll try to like... send him off to vacation so he won't be a bother yeah?"
"Thanks boobear."
"Stop calling me that you cunt!"
"Love you too. Tell hi to Freddie and Eleanor for me."
"Will d-"
"Harreh?!"
"What's wrong babes?" I asked looking towards the kitchen.
"Who's that?"
"Louis." I said covering my ears afterwards.
"LOULOU!" Zayn absolutely adores my brother and vice versa. Actually all my siblings do. Louis chuckled when Zayn snatched the phone from my hand and greeted him, rather excitedly. I rolled my eyes and started eating focusing on the tv.
"Bye Boobear, love you lots."
"Bye Zaynie love you too, see you soon." And they hung up. Zayn had a huge grin. I rolled my eyes.
" Can we go at Lottie and Tom's today?" Tom' is Tommy, Charlotte's finacé.
"Uhm yeah sure why?" I asked chewing on the scrambled eggs.
"Been a long time since I last saw Lots." I hummed.
"Uhm...maybe we could go visit my Mum too?" He tensed.
"Uh...y-yeah sure." He stuttered, I sighed.
"Zee, you don't have to go if you don't want to, I can just ask them to come over." I said while slowly stroking his cheek.
"No it's fine, but I'd still love to have them over too." I groaned.
"How can you like these demons that much?"
"They are far from demons!" He scoffed.
"Oh no they are not. They are pure evil. "
"Maybe they are only behaving like that with you because you're a big meanie!" He said poking his tongue at me then rushing up the stairs while stomping his feet, looking like an upset kitten, much like Kly.
"Meowww" Speaking of him, I smiled down at him, petting his head. He suddenly pulled away making me jump and ran upstairs. I heard Zayn's giggles and the sound of Kly's toy making me roll my eyes in fond.
"Zee you should eat before it gets cold." I said when he got down the stairs, carrying Kly.
"I think you poisoned my food." He said very seriously looking at me with an accusative glare. I frowned.
"Why the fuck would I do that?!" He gasped.
"No swearing oh my God!" He said covering Kly's ears. I rolled my eyes once again.
"C'mon sit your pretty ass here and eat or I'll gladly do it for you." He hurriedly sat down, poking his tongue once again. I waited for him to finish before I went to do the dishes. Afterwards, we took a shower and I wore thight black jeans with a grey hoodie. While Zayn wore blue jeans with a stripped shirt and one of my rare black leather jacket. I looked at him fondly, loving the way my jacket looked on him.
"Ready angel?" I asked. He nodded so I took his hand in mine. We made sure that we fed Kly and turned the camera and alarms on before we went over to Lottie's.
Part 2?
