One Direction Preferences

102. Sleepover.

Louis: You and Louis had been together for about six months, and today was a special day; you were finally going to spend the night together. You’d planned this out for about a week, and you were extremely nervous. You had never stayed the night at a boy’s house before, because your mother and father had been very strict with their rules. Even now, as an adult, you could still imagine your mother in the back of your head saying, “Now, (y/n). Remember what daddy said: Boys only want one thing!” You laughed and rolled your eyes as you cycled the laundry from the washer to the dryer. You’d made sure to wash the sheets and all of your blankets; you were very picky when it came to things being clean. You heard a car pull up in your drive way, and you did one last dash around the house to make sure nothing was sitting out. You hear Louis’ light steps coming up the walk way, and you hear an equally light knock on the door. You saunter over the door and lean against it, “Who is it?” you chime. "(y/n)…it’s me," Louis says cautiously. "Who’s me?" you question, trying to sound serious. "Are you being serious right now, or are you joking? It’s Louis!” he shouts. You open the door and peek around the corner. “I know, I was just making sure,” you explain with a smug look on your face, “I wanted to make sure you weren’t The Smiley Face Killer or something.” “Now babe, do you really think I’d tell you if I were The Smiley Face Killer? You couldn’t keep a secret to save your life!” Louis laughs, patting your shoulder. You roll your eyes and watch Louis walk down the hall way to your room to deposit his bag. “Hey babe!” he calls. “What is it, Lou?” you shout from the kitchen. “Where are your sheets? Do I need to get some from the linen closet?” He asks, you can hear him coming towards the kitchen. He peeks his head around the corner and smiles. “Uh, no, thanks. They’re actually in the dryer right now. The blankets are too,” you explain, “Thank you though.” He nods and heads to the laundry room to pull them out. He emerges with them in his arms; they’re all squished into a massive ball, and he throws them onto the couch. “Lou, you’re supposed to put them on the bed…if you leave them there, they’ll get all wrinkly and gross,” you scold. “Well, we’re not going to put them on the beds anyways,” he says, shrugging. You raise an eyebrow and watch as he drags a few kitchen chairs into the living area. He sets the chair a few feet away from the couch and begins spreading the fitted sheet; one end over the back of the couch, and the other end over the back of the chairs. You automatically knew what he was doing. Louis was making a blanket fort in your living room. You go to your room and gather all the pillows off your bed and start spreading them on the bottom of the fort. After about thirty minutes of strategically placing blankets and arguing about who gets which pillow, you a Louis had finally built an extravagent fort. You grabbed the remote to turn on the tv, but Louis quickly takes it from you. "I don’t want to watch the telly," he says, "Let’s just snuggle." You roll your eyes, but still cuddle up to him. 

Zayn: You pulled up to the complex Zayn’s flat was in. You turned of your car and gathered all your bags from the back seat. You threw your bags over your shoulder and trudged up the three flights of stairs to get to Zayn’s floor. The door opened before you were even remotely close to the door, and you saw Zayn approaching you. “Babe, let me take those!” Zayn says, quickly grabbing your bags. You were extremely thankful to have the weight lifted off your shoulder, and you let out a sigh of relief. Zayn laughed and lead you inside. He took your hand and pulled you into his room. “So, I don’t have blankets on my bed yet. We’re gonna have to get some out of the closet, I was just making the bed when you got here,” he explains setting your bag down. You nod and head towards the hall closet where you knew the sheets were kept. You pulled down a white fitted sheet and a matching flat one as well. You returned to Zayn’s room to see him sitting on the floor and transferring the contents from your bag into a drawer in his dresser. You stop and look at him, “What are you doing?” you ask cautiously. “Well, I cleaned out a little drawer for you to keep some things in. I’m hoping if I do, you’ll stay over more,” he answers sheepishly. You smile and join him on the floor. “I’d love to have my own drawer, and I’d love to stay over more,” you say happily. You take the clothes out of the drawer, and he looks at you confused. “Well, if I’m gonna have a drawer, it needs to be organized ” you shrug. He laughs and kisses you before helping you carefully fold all of your clothes.