One Direction Preferences

#101 You teach him a house hold chore:

Guys I'm really sorry about the lack of updates, I'm just kinda trying not to fail my last year of high school.
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You teach him a house hold chore:
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HARRY:

"Shit." Harry muttered under his breath. "Now what's wrong?" You ask, walking into the living room. "I can't figure out how to use this...this, machine!" He whined, pointing at the vacuum cleaner. You laughed at his frustration, "Did you plug it in?" "Yea," he huffed, "I just can't find the switch." "Harold, it's right here." You giggled. "This little pedal thingy at the bottom, you step on it. Wah la, magic." You said sarcastically, stepping down on the pedal as it turned on. "Oh, I feel really dumb now." He said, face palming. "Probably because you are really dumb." You joked in a sympathetic tone while softly rubbing his back. "Well that just makes me feel alot better." He said, playfully pushing you. "But you're my dummy." You said, kissing him on the cheek before walking away.
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LIAM:

"What's this?" you heard Liam whisper to himself as you walked past the laundry room. "What's what?" You asked him, stopping in your tracks. "I didn't know you were there." He said startled. "But I don't know what to do.." His cheeks reddened from embarrassment. "Well for starters, what're you washing?" you asked. "Clothes." He responded, making you face palm. "What..kind..of..clothes" You asked. He still looked confused. "Like, whites..darks..delicates" You added. "Oh, erm, dark so guess." He answered unsure. "Just look in the basket." He nearly mumbled to you. "Well there's a white." You said with a sigh as you pointed to a white shirt in the basket. "So you're gonna want to put the setting on cold so your colors don't mix. Ok?" You asked, making sure he understood. "Ok!" He said smiling as he opened the washer and dumped his clothes in. You returned the smile as you held up the detergent and began pouring some into the lid. "Ok, now fill the cap half way and dump it in."
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LOUIS:

"What the hell...ARE YOU DOING?" You asked laughing as you watched Louis pile everything at once into the dishwasher. "Loading the dishwater what does it look like?" He asked. "It looks like you're doing everything wrong." You laughed. "Well Miss know-it-all...Please enlighten me on the PROPER way to load a dishwasher." He retorted in a sassy tone. "My pleasure." You said sarcastically as you walked over to him. "Cups on the top shelf, plates and bowls on the bottom shelf, and silverware in this little tray." You said re-arranging the dishes. "Hmm, well that makes more sense." He said smugly. "But why can't we just be old school and do them by hand?" He whined. "I don't know, I like washing them better by hand too." You said. "Well then, its settled." He said, starting to take the dishes out and put them in the sink. "Glad we agree on something." You said with a smile as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He turned to face you and place a kiss on your forehead.
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NIALL:

"Y/n!" Niall shouted from the kitchen. "Whaaat?!" You asked, already smiling as you walked into the kitchen. "I burnt it." He practically mumbled as he tried not to smile. "Seriously..again?!" You whined, losing your smile. "I'm sorry, I know, I ruin everything." He whined back with a light laugh. "Nah, I think you managed to pour bowls of cereal without disaster," You both laughed, "Nevermind, you'd probably spill the milk, drop the bowl or something along those lines." "Hey!" He began defending himself. "Im not the one who seems to injure themself every five seconds." He teased back. "Besides, I can cook soup," "Annd.." You asked. "Well..that's..that's about it." You both were laughing harder now. "Here I'll teach you how to properly make brownies." You said still laughing as you grabbed the eggs and milk from the fridge. "Alrighty." He laughed.
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ZAYN:

"What the-" Zayn grumbled. "What's the matter?" You asked. "It made a hiss sound.. I hadn't even touched it! Scared the shit outta me.." He said, pointing at the floor steamer. "Awh, poor baby, scared of the steamer." You laughed as you patted his back. "Im not scared of it..it startled me." He defended. "Whatever ya say." You teased. "Ye, ye. Just show me how to use this thing." He said, pushing the steamer towards you. "It's alot like a broom.. you just slide it across the room and it wipes everything clean." You explain, pushing it around the open floor. "The hissing is just the steam." You add with a smile. "Sick." He whispered to himself watching the steam shoot out as you continued. "Ok well now I feel stupid." He spoke up as you both chuckled.
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