Harry: “Can I crumble it?” Harry asks once the two of you agree on which Lush bubble bar you were going to use. You roll your eyes but give it to him nonetheless, watching in amusement as he crumbled it under the running water, piles of bubbles already beginning to form. You stripped down once there was more than enough bubbles, climbing in and sighing the second you sat down. “Move over,” he mumbles, getting in after you, scooping up some bubbles and rubbing them in your face as you make room for him.
Liam: ”You’re making this much harder than it’s supposed to be,” Liam grunts as Alex squirms away from his father’s grip, determined to play in the bath for as long as possible. “He probably thinks he’s not clean enough, Li,” you laugh as you lean against the doorframe. “He made a mess during dinner, he doesn’t even know the difference between clean and dirty yet!” Liam protests, playfully glaring at the toddler as his son just giggles at him, lightly slapping his soapy hand to Liam’s stubble.
Louis: ”How hard is it to wash a dog?” Louis rolls his eyes after hanging up the phone. “Liam literally went on and on about what shampoo I need to use and I even have to blow dry Loki after. Who does that?” “Lou, have you ever bathed a dog?” you ask as the two of you lead Loki up to the bathroom. “No, but it shouldn’t be that difficult,” he shrugs. Five minutes later, you were attempting to block the door as Louis struggled to get Loki back in the tub. “This is why I’m not a dog person!”
Niall: You got home to find Niall asleep on the couch, his plane clothes still on as he snored and shuffled around. You gently shook him awake, smiling widely when he pulled you in for a tight hug. “Missed you,” he whispered, his voice all scratchy from his nap. “Did you leave a sink on?” you ask when you hear running water. A look of confusion passes over his face before Niall jumps up from the couch and runs towards the bathroom, groaning when he sees that the tub had overflowed, ruining the bath he had prepared for you.
Zayn: ”This is nice,” you sigh, leaning back as Zayn wraps his arms around your middle and pulls you closer to him. He hums in agreement, ducking down to press a few kisses to your shoulder, scooping up some water and watching as it dripped down your arm. You closed your eyes as he began to shampoo your hair, shutting them tight when he dumped water on your head. “Thank you for this,” you mumble, reaching over to get the soap. “Anything for my favorite girl.”
