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He Paints Your Nails

Here's a quick one I thought would be cute.♡

Louis | Age 14

You recently broke your arm. You had on a cast that made it impossible to bend your fingers well enough to paint one hand, and impossible to bend for your other arm to reach. You being the teen you are, you have to have your nails painted. So you found a solution.

"LOUIS!" You yelled from your room. He jogged up the stairs. "Yes, babe?" "I need help." He raised an eyebrow and came closer. "Okay, what?" He asked skeptically. "I need you to paint my nails," you said bluntly. He laughed. "You can't be serious. I can't even paint normally. Let alone your nails!" You whined. "Louis, please!" You pouted. He looked at you. "Ugh, fine. Just because you're crippled!" You laughed. You picked out a color and sat up in the bed. He sighed before opening the bottle. "No, you have to shake it up first!" You exclaimed. "Fine, fine." He closed it back and shook it as he rolled his eyes. "Ugh I don't know how," he whined, re-opening the bottle. "Hush, it's easy!" He sighed and spent way too long, but they did turn out pretty perfectly.

Niall | Age 9

"Niall?" You asked, drawing out the vowels in his name. You were sat at the kitchen island, painting your nails while Niall was across from you making sure you didn't spill anything. "Hm?" He hummed, not looking up from his phone. "Will you do me a favor?" You asked. He cocked an eyebrow and looked at you, slightly lowering his phone.

"Will you paint my left hand?" You asked sweetly. He laughed. "Y/N, I can't paint nails," he mumbled and went back to his phone. "But I'm left handed and my right hand looks bad enough! Please?" You begged. He grumbled, sitting his phone down and snatching your left hand. "What am I supposed to do?" He asked. "It's like painting a wall. A tiny wall. It's not rocket science!" You sassed.

"Pfft, you've been hanging around Louis too much, sassy-pants," he snorted, taking the polish bottle and beginning to paint. He concentrated really hard on not messing up, and you couldn't stop giggling at his concentrated expression. "Shit," he mumbled under his breath as he got some on your skin. You fake gasped. "Ni!" You giggled. "It's hard!" He whined. He finally got done, and they were a little messy, but he tried.

Liam | Age 5

You were used to Liam's girlfriend Elise (totally made that shit up) painting your nails. So when he told you she was coming over, you got excited and hoped she would do them. You were in your playroom, patiently waiting her arrival. "Y/N?" You heard Liam call. You raced down the hall to where he was, hoping Elise would be there. "Hey baby, Elise got sick so she couldn't make it over today. I'm sorry," he said, picking you up and resting you on his hip. "But I wanted her to make my nails pretty," you whined. "I know, I'm sorry. She can do them when she's all better. You don't want to get sick, do you?" You pouted and shook your head. You sighed and dramatically rested your head on his shoulder.

"Hey, I have an idea. Want me to do them?" He asked, sounding unsure himself. You rapidly nodded your head. "Yes, yes, yes!" You cheered, struggling to be fee of his grasp. He chuckled and sighed. "Okay, go get a color," he said, sitting you on the ground where you raced upstairs and into the bathroom. You ran back downstairs and climbed up onto a reluctant looking Liam's lap.

"Alright, munchkin. I can't promise to be as good as Elise, but I'm gonna try," he sighed. He turned you in his lap where your back was against his chest, and he put your hands on the table. "You had to pick hot pink, didn't you?" He muttered to himself. You giggled and let him paint. Of course when he was done, you 'paid' him with a slobbery kiss on the cheek.

Harry | Age 16

"I TOLD YOU I WAS GOOD AT THIS GAME!" You screamed, jumping up from the table and dancing in victory. He sighed, groaning. "What do you want?" He asked, folding his arms and staring off into space. You thought, tapping your chin in thought. You suddenly got a great idea and pulled your hand away. "You get to do my nails," you said simply, dragging him to your room.

"Whatever," he sighed. You gave him everything he needed and you both sat on the floor facing each other. "How the hell do I do this?" He mumbled, trying to uncap the nail Polish.

You sighed, taking it from him and opening it easily. You handed it back to him and he scowled. "I loosened it," he mumbled, taking your hand. You laughed and rolled your eyes. Where do I start?" You rolled your eyes again. "On my nails." He groaned, throwing his head back and chuckling. "I got that part. But, like, how do I do it?" You groaned the same way he did. "Pick a nail. Start painting it. It's not hard. You're supposed to be smarter." You said, pursing your lips and shaking your head. He sighed and began the shaky process. He did pretty good, but didn't take his time so it was obviously sloppy.

"Now, since you didn't take your time," you began. "I'm painting your nails!" His eyes went wide, but you both knew, he was going to have his nails painted whether he liked it or not.

I'M SO SORRY I'M SICK ALL OF THE TIME AND I'M WORKING ON SO MANY OTHER STORIES I AM SORRY THIS IS SHIT