One Direction Preferences Part 2

Another member babysits you

Another member babysits you

Niall, age 2: You had a cold, and Niall couldn’t look after you now because he had to record. Your mum was busy with work, so Liam was babysitting you. Awaking groggily, you held on to your bunny tightly. Finding your balance, you got up, gripping onto your crib. “Niall!” You yelled, voice hoarse. You heard some prodding footsteps, assuming it was Niall, you calmed down. But when Liam came in instead of Niall, you were upset. “Where Ni?” You asked Liam, as he picked you up from your bed. “Niall’s singing, okay? But uncle Li is here!” He smiled, and you nodded, snuggling into his chest comfortingly. He took you to the kitchen, knowing it was your time to eat. Liam made you a sandwich, and when you had finally finished, you begged him to play dress up with you. “Liam! Dis, dis!” You squealed, pointing to a purple strap on tutu, for him to place on. By the time Niall had come home, Liam was practically a girl, but he didn’t mind at all, babysitting you came with its ups and downs, and he knew that. And he loved babysitting you.

Louis, age 16: You had broken your ankle, and it was difficult to move around, so you would either use your crutches, but your brother, Louis, and the boys insisted on carrying you around. “Louis, I told you I would be fine by myself!” You protested, and he shook his head. “No you won’t. You know you’re a clumsy ass babe, look at what you did to your ankle!” Louis winked. Harry’s as coming over to look after you since he had a date with Eleanor, and he couldn’t cancel, even though Eleanor insisted he should. “Fine,” you huffed, and just as you said that, Harry stepped in to the room. “Bye love, Haz,” Louis waved, and you hugged him awkwardly, trying not to hit your ankle. For the rest of the day, Harry had to carry you around and you felt really bad, so when you had gotten hungry, and Harry was on the phone with his mum, you decided to go by yourself. Grabbing your crutches you hobbled to the kitchen. “What are you doing up by yourself?” He demanded. “Oh Harry, I feel like such a pain. You have to carry me around all the time!” “Nonsense. You’re never a pain love,”

Liam, age 5: “..And the shopping list is on the table.” Liam finished, and Zayn nodded. You gripped onto your brother, and kissed his cheek. “Bye Li!” You waved, and he was surprised you were taking it well that he was leaving. Even if it was just for a while. Zayn took you from him and you both waved, while Liam pulled out of the driveway. “Should we go shopping then?” Zayn smiled. “Yes!” You chirped, and he settled you down. You took his hand and you both walked to the car. As soon as you were there, you helped Zayn get everything, and it was super easy, considering the manager close the store because of fans. He spotted you staring at a nearby doll, and smiled to himself. “You wanna get that?” He kneeled down next to you, pointing over to the doll. You shook your head shyly, knowing you shouldn’t even be staring at the doll, knowing Zayn would probably get it for you. “You don’t have to say no, I want to get it for you!” He smiled.

Harry, age 3: “I want Hazza!” You shrieked. You loved Louis, but right now, all you wanted was your brother. “Love, Harry’s with Gemma, be patient please,” Louis begged. You shriek again, growing more impatient. “Alright, I think it’s time for a nap,” he breathed, setting you on his hip in a fatherly way, carrying you to the kitchen and starting to make some warm milk for you. Laying your head on his shoulder, you began to become sleepy. He carried you to Harry’s room, where he gave you your warm milk and hummed a lullaby. Resting your head on his chest, you fell asleep quite quickly, and he smiled at you. Finally, when you woke up from a long needed nap, you begged Lou to play dollies with you, “I look fab!” Louis squealed, in a high pitched voice, moving the doll’s head for emphasis of speech. Let’s just say it was a very, long day for Louis.

Zayn, age 6: Niall scrunched his nose up as you put more eyeshadow on his eyelids. “Don’t move!” You giggled, watching as he squirmed endlessly, clearly not liking the process of make-up. “Ahhh, this tickles!” He chuckled, as you brushed the blush over his face. You and Niall had been doing a twitcam, just as the fans suggested, but when he told them he had to babysit and might cancel, the fans went against him and begged for you to be in the twitcam. “Are you done?..” He smirked, about to open his eyes. “No!” You squealed, “I’m showing them what I’m using next,” you clapped, and he sighed dramatically. Finishing up his look, you applied some clown-like red lips, giggling at the sight. “TAH-DAH!” You chirped, pushing the mirror in his face and he gasped at the sight. Sighing, he smiled. “I don’t look half bad you know?”