He Accidentally Scares You
Harry - you woke up in the middle of the night, blinking in the light of the alarm clock on your bedside table. You swallowed enough sleep to wake up properly, rubbing your eyes until the flashing green lights made sense.
"Haz?" You groaned, rolling over to his side of the bed. It was empty. You bunched up sections of the covers, searching the darkness for him. You heard a thump by the other side of the room, and craned your neck. A lean body was hunched near the open bedroom door. "Harry?" You whispered uneasily, "babe, is that you?"
Panic flooded you instantly when there was no reply. You backed up against the headboard, struggling against years of convincing yourself you'd never be the victim of a robbery. You scrunched the covers and eased them back, remembering that baseball bat Harry had stored under the bed last summer. You slipped yourself from the bed, watching the figure move as you did. You held your breath, bending and feeling blindly for the bat. When you raised yourself up, the bedroom light suddenly flickered to life and you took aim.
"Whoa, babe!" Harry's eyes widened in surprise, and he raised his arms, "what the hell are you doing?"
"I... I thought you were a... robber," you gasped, exasperated.
"Aw, babe," Harry chuckled, taking the bat from you gingerly. He gripped it one hand and brushed light strands of hair from your face with the other. He kissed your forehead, "I didn't mean to scare you. I was just looking for a t-shirt." He kissed your forehead again, skin warm and led you back to bed. You burrowed beneath the covers as a unit, legs sliding against one another. He held you tightly in his arms, "you know if a robber ever broke in, I'd kick his ass."
"I know," you sighed, your heart beat slowing.
"Unless you get to him first," Harry snickered before turning out the light, earning himself an elbow in the ribs.
Liam - you flopped down on the couch in your sweats, landing gently against Liam's chest, his arms open to encase you warmly. "We're finally living together," he sighed, still rimmed with sweat from moving boxes all afternoon. He rested his chin on the crown of your head.
"I know," you breathed, smiling contentedly. He hugged you close to him, peddling fingertips around your stomach. With every warm breath, he bothered the loose strands of hair atop your head. You snuggled in closer to him, and let your eyes close. Liam shuffled his body behind yours, arms tightening until you could feel the pressure on your flesh. "Do you think maybe we should start having kids?" He sniffed, making your eyes snap open.
"What?!" You choked on the word. You'd just moved in together, barely been dating a year. "A baby? Are you serious?" You flipped around, hair whipping to face him, "Liam, my... my finances are a mess. I don't even have a full-time job. I'm still trying to figure out what I want to even do with my life. We're so young. You... you're on tour all the time and you've got priorities with the band, and..."
Liam reached forwards with eyes wide like buttons set in his sockets, cupping your face in his hands to soothe you. "Babe, babe," he started panicking to rival how much you were, "I was kidding, I know we're not ready, I was just... I don't want to start having kids now, I..."
"Oh," your lips formed the word. Reeling back, you counted breaths until your heart returned to normal. Liam watched you with caution, rubbing your shoulders gently. You swallowed when your breathing slowed to normal, realising how awkward you'd made things.
"Babe," he murmured finally, chancing a glance your way. He pecked your lips and you blushed, exhaling loudly and almost laughing at yourself.
"You're so cute," he smiled, caressing your beet red cheek, "and I love you."
