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He arranges a play date with one of the other members kid

He arranges a play date with one of the other members kid~

LIAM:  As you enter the house, you notice Lane standing on a chair grabbing cookies out of the cookie jar on the counter, while Makenzie stands on the floor next to him, gathering the cookies in her hands like a squirrel as her friend pulls them out and hands them to her.  “I see the play date is going well,” you call into the rest of the house as you drop your purse onto the kitchen table.  “What?  The kids are getting a snack for themselves.  They’re fine,” Liam calls back to you.  You pluck Lane off the chair and put him onto the floor where Makenzie hands over some of the cookies before the two scamper off, no doubt to devour their treat.  “Great, then if you have this all under control, then you can also be the one to get her to bed tonight with all that sugar in her system.  And, Zayn, I’m sure your wife will feel the same way when I call her to tell her,” you lightly scold as you enter the living room where the men are.  You’re smiling through your words, unable to contain the amusement of witnessing Liam and Zayn’s babysitting skills firsthand.  “I thought this play date was for the kids, not you two,” you comment, perching yourself onto the arm of the couch as you watch them play a rousing game of FIFA.  “It’s for both of us,” Zayn corrects you, never tearing his gaze from the screen.

ZAYN:  “I’m bored,” Lane whines, slumping down in his chair with his arms folded across his chest.  “Go play outside.  I’ll come join you when I finish up with this in about ten minutes,” Zayn tells him.  “No offense, Dad, but I kinda wanna play with someone my own age,” Lane breaks it to him.  Zayn chuckles.  “Alright, well, want me to see what Lea is up to today?  Maybe Uncle Louis can drop her off,” Zayn suggests.  “Yeah!” Lane chirps happily.  “Go get me the phone,” Zayn instructs as he wipes his hands clean.  When Lea arrives 45 minutes later, the two kids take off for the backyard, never to be heard from again for the rest of the afternoon.  When Louis spots the project taking place in Zayn’s living room, he offers his help.  “What the hell happened in here?” you demand, walking into a disaster zone that was once your living room a while later.  “Um, the kids got into some stuff.  We tried to stop them…” Zayn weakly lies.  You see right through his words and shoot him a glare as you say, “I suddenly am unsure as to which ones are the kids here…”  “I love you, babe,” Zayn tries.  “Yeah, yeah, clean this up before I explode,” you instruct playfully, exiting the room.

LOUIS:  “Carson, stop trying to look up Lea’s skirt!” Louis shouts from his spot on the deck.  “Why is she even in a skirt to play on the playscape?” you ask, handing Louis his glass of lemonade.  He shrugs.  “That’s what she wanted to wear today,” he tells you.  As he goes to take a sip of his drink, he pulls the glass away to holler, “Carson!  Knock it off!”  “I’m not doing anything!” the young boy’s voice carries across the yard.  “Would you stop it?” you ask of your husband.  “He’s not doing anything wrong, leave him alone.”  Louis doesn’t say anything.  Instead, he steals one last careful glance at Carson before sitting in a chair and relaxing.  “So, this play date is going well,” you comment after several moments of silence where all Louis does is glare at the two children on the other side of the yard, keeping watch for anything Carson might do that he doesn’t approve of.  “They’re at that age, you know?  Where they get all curious and stuff,” Louis responds.  You nearly choke on your sip of lemonade as you laugh at what he’d just said.  “What are you talking about?” you manage to say through that laughter.  “I dunno!  I just don’t trust that kid.”  “Oh my God, Louis.  Grow up,” you tell him, amused, as you rub his shoulder to lighten him up.

HARRY:  “Where are the boys?” you ask as you come downstairs from your office.  “Outside playing.  You can’t hear them?” Harry asks with a chuckle, referring to excessive amounts of noise they are making.  You peek out a window overlooking your yard and smile as you see Carson and Cole running around the yard, seemingly playing some kind of chasing game.  “They’re cute, aren’t they?” you comment.  “Yeah, they’re good kids,” Harry agrees with a smile.  “You think Carson and Cole would wanna have a sleepover tonight?” you wonder out loud.  “Let’s not push it.  There’s only so much of their energy that I can take,” Harry mentions with a light laugh.  “Oh come on, it will be fun!” you insist.  Harry eyes you skeptically.  “Are you sure you’re up for it?” he asks you.  “Yeah!  Come on, it will be tons of fun, please?”  Harry laughs at you.  “You sound like a kid yourself.  Alright, yeah, if they want to have a sleepover then I’m all for it,” he gives in.  “Yay!  This will be fun.  And maybe tomorrow night, the boys can sleepover Niall’s and we can have a little sleepover of our own, just you and me,” you mention seductively, sealing the deal.  “I like the sound of that,” Harry confirms, kissing your forehead.

NIALL:  “My dad taught me how to cook, watch,” Cole says to Makenzie as he pulls a few random items out of the fridge and drags a chair over to the stove.  “Oh no no no, I don’t think so!” you put a quick stop to it as you enter the room.  “First of all, you know you are not allowed to use the stove.  And second of all, since when does your father cook?  He eats, Cole, but he doesn’t cook.”  “Damn straight!” Niall confirms from the other room, having heard what you’d said.  “Language!” you remind him before turning back to the kids.  “How about I make you both some lunch and then we can all bake some cookies together for dessert?” you offer, getting squeals of excitement from both kids.  “Can I get in on those cookies too?” Niall asks, coming into the room as the kids wander off.  “Wanna play dolls?” Makenzie asks Cole sweetly as they go.  “Ew, no!  Let’s play robots,” Cole responds.  you smile and shake your head at them as you turn your attention to your husband.  “Sometimes I wonder if these play dates are for Cole and Makenzie or for Cole, Makenzie, and you,” you tease, poking him in the chest.  “Right, so, the cookies?”  “Yes, you can have some of the cookies,” you tell him, rolling your eyes goodnaturedly.