One Direction Preferences Part 2

You're pregnant and have cravings

You're pregnant and have cravings

LOUIS:  “Did you get my text?” you ask as Louis walks through the door with the pizza you’d ordered for dinner.  “Yeah, here you go,” he replies, tossing you the jelly beans you’d requested.  “I’m guessing you had a craving?”  “Like you wouldn’t even believe!” you confirm.  As soon as Louis sets the pizza down, you dig in, grabbing two slices immediately.  You rip into the jelly beans, dumping several over your pizza, and smushing them into the toppings.  Louis gawks at you, giving a disgusted look.  You ignore this and bite into your creation, letting out a small moan of contentment as you chew.  “That really hits the spot,” you rave happily.  “That’s so gross,” Louis disagrees.  “When you’re pregnant and crave weird things, then you can come talk to me about what’s gross.  For now, just shut up and let me enjoy this,” you request forcefully.  Louis simply laughs and bites into his own pizza.

NIALL:  Niall comes into the room with the chicken wings and a couple beers.  He brings in a glass of water for you and sets them all down on the coffee table.  You both dig into the pile of chicken and Niall cracks open one of his beers.  He takes a sip and you stare him down the entire time.  “What?” he asks as he lowers the can and replaces it with the chicken.  “I dunno, as soon as you opened that beer I just had a really bad craving for one,” you tell him.  “What?” he asks again, this time chuckling.  “Yeah, it’s so weird…  And of course it’s something that there’s absolutely no way I can have,” you grumble.  “Beer, really?  You’re craving a beer?” Niall asks in humored disbelief.  “Well I am carrying your child, Mr. I-love-pints.”  “Kid’s Irish, it’s in his blood to want a beer,” he tells you proudly.  Niall quickly downs the one already opened before getting up and returning the other to the fridge.  He comes back to the living room with a water of his own in his hands.  “Better?” he asks you.  “Not really, but it will have to do,” you playfully smirk.  Niall shakes his head, muttering, “I can’t believe you’re craving a beer…”

LIAM:  After prodding Liam with your index finger for several minutes, he finally wakes up from his sound sleep.  “What?” he grumbles tiredly.  “I can’t sleep,” you tell him.  He rubs the spot you’d just been poking, saying, “That hurt; I’m gonna have a bruise from that.”  “Liam…I can’t sleep.  Can you go get me some ice cream?” you ask, bringing the conversation back to yourself.  “I guess.  You couldn’t get it yourself?” he questions, tossing off the covers and standing up.  “No, cuz we don’t have any,” you inform him.  He eyes you, unimpressed.  “So what do you expect me to do about that?”  “Could you go get me some?” you ask hopefully, giving him the puppy dog look you know he melts over.  Glancing at the clock, he retorts, “It’s almost 3:00 in the morning; where do you expect me to get you ice cream at this hour?”  “The 24-hour convenience store,” you reply simply.  “You’re serious?” he asks you, hoping it’s a joke, but when you just give him another puppy dog pout, he sighs.  “Let me get my shoes…”  “You’re the best!  I love you!” you chirp happily.

HARRY:  Harry enters the kitchen, whistling along to whatever song he and the boys had been recording earlier that day.  The whistling ceases when he stops dead in his tracks and gives you a confused look.  “Are you starting a game of Chubby Bunny?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.  “Nnnh,” you grunt around your mouthful of marshmallows.  Your cheeks are puffed out, and you resemble a hamster with an entire baby carrot shoved in its mouth.  Harry chuckles.  “Is this one of your famous cravings, Chipmunk Cheeks?” he asks teasingly, knowing you’ve been craving some really strange things lately.  You take a moment to chew and swallow before responding, “There’s nothing weird about marshmallows.”  “No, there’s not.  But there is something weird about you hoarding them in your face like that,” he jokes, snatching one from the bag and popping it into his mouth.

ZAYN:  “Im kinda hungry,” you mention absentmindedly.  “What else is new?” Zayn jokes, poking fun at the fact that you’ve been eating enough to feed the whole country lately.  “You know what I’m in the mood for?” you continue, ignoring his jabs.  “I could really go for a nice juicy steak.  Ohh, and some mashed potatoes and dinner rolls slathered in butter.  Mmm, doesn’t that sound good?”  “It sounds great, actually.  We’ll have to make it for dinner tomorrow,” Zayn agrees, his own mouth watering at the thought.  “I can’t wait that long.  The baby wants it now,” you tell him, pulling the baby card in the hopes that he’d grill you up a steak right now.  “It’s past midnight!” he protests.  “Please, Zayn?  You and I both know you won’t be heading to bed anytime soon anyways.  C’mon, a late night steak dinner could be romantic,” you try to convince him.  “You’re lucky I love you,” he kids, getting up from the couch and heading for the kitchen to get started on the meal.