Niall Blurbs

Dirty Laundry

It had been a long week for you. You were thankful for the weekend, but knew it would be filled with chores. You and Niall were constantly busy and let things go. Dishes were dirty, the floors were horrendous, and the laundry pile was getting to be much.

You promise yourself that you will go to the gym, run the last of your errands and start on the many of the chores that have been left for the weekend.

Niall was in the garage when you pull up and you give him a quick kiss before going up to change. You change quickly and drag the two baskets worth of laundry to the laundry room and separate the colours and the delicates. You start the first load before heading down.

"Babe, there's a load of laundry in the wash. Will you just toss it into the dryer when it's done? I'll finish up when I get home." You peck his cheek and wave as you pull out of the drive. You hoped he would remember because it would be smelly if he didn't.

Niall watches you go and waves back. He could totally do this. He bites on his lip a bit. You did a lot for him during the week to take care of him, make sure that he was always ready. He heads in to the laundry room and puts on a timer to remind him to change it before going to start on the dishes. He washes and dries everything before going to change out the laundry and starting on another load. Between those loads, he vacuums and sweeps, dancing and singing to the music he had playing.

He hung up his nice shirts and your nice blouses to dry so they wouldn't ruin in the dryer. He's seen you do it before.

By the time you come home, he had cleaned up your home and was on the last load of laundry. He was folding it and still singing to himself as he was doing it.

You look around and eyes widen. The house was basically spotless. "Ni?" You call out and wander to your guys' bedroom. You watch him fold the cotton shirts of his and hang up yours. Even the bed looked like the sheets had been changed.

"Hey," Niall grins widely at you. "Laundry is done." He nods and puts aside the last of his shirts. 

You shake your head slightly and you throw yourself into his arms, making him fall onto the bed. He tightens his arms around your waist. You lean in to give him a long kiss. "Let's fuck in fresh sheets. Please." You whisper, for some reason turned on more than you should be about Niall doing the household chores.

"But... I just-" He stops when you palm him over his sweats. "Yeah, let's." He says a bit breathlessly.