Niall-
I gripped the can of sauce extremely tightly with my last attempt to pry this god damn thing open before I burst. I swear my face could be mistaken for the devil. Niall suddenly popped in the kitchen asking, "need any help (Y/N)," with a smirk that I just want to smack right off of his face. I bet that he would really love that. Note to sarcasm. I didn't even get to answer and he came and took the can away from my hands. The Irish-man puffed out his chest like a baby penguin and tried getting it off, "You know, you should've just asked me." No, he wasn't finished, "men are totally more stronger." He muttered smirking. "Yes, they are, but try not to jinx it okay?" I walked out of the kitchen waiting for the 'genius' to finish.
15 minutes later…
Pop! The sound of a pop echoed through the air. "Finally," I muttered getting off the couch. How long does it take for someone to open that? I walked into the kitchen to fine a red faced Niall, literally red faced. It took no time to figure out what happened. I was already rolling on the floor laughing my ass off. By the time I was finished Niall was still registering what happened.
"And you said that you could handle it." I started laughing again at the sauce splattered all over his face.
1 hour later… but in reality, about five minutes.
Still standing there frozen of his own embarrassment. "I agree men are strong, but try not to make a mess next time Ni." I giggled, some of the laughing still didn't finish itself. He wiped some of the sauce off his face. Then the Irish snowflake then stormed out of the room. "Aw, Nialler don't be so mad." I pouted my lips. He turned around right at the bottom of the stairs and smirked. I knew that smirk anywhere, he had some idea planned. Before I could register anything, he was headed towards me. "(Y/N), you want a kiss?" I immediately backed away with my hands in the air. "Nah, I don't think so." He kept on backing me up, that was until then, my back hit a cold hard surface. "Damn it." I muttered to myself.
"Can't escape now," At the last second, I slipped out and ran. He ran after me. Somehow, yet once again, I was trapped between him and the wall. "Niall, let's make a deal, you take your little bum upstairs to take a shower, and then you can get a kiss from me." He moved forwards, his breath hitting my face. "Nah," He grinned and placed his lips on top of mine. Yeah, I admit to kissing him back. I pulled away with sauce smeared all over my face. Niall fist pumped. "Mission accomplished!" He cheered as I just shook my head and laughed. Who can just ignore the cuteness?
Liam-
"Ready set go!" Liam hollered next to me. It was one of those days again. One of those days when Liam and I feel lazy and don't want to do the dishes. Immature? Yeah… But come on! Would you want to do it every single time? I sprinted down the street rounding a corner. I turned my head slightly to see if the loser is still far behind me. Just as I did, a gust of wind flew past me. Damn it, I let him get in front of me! I picked up the pace. We still had a whole three blocks before making it to the park where the winner shall be announced. I could see Liam a couple steps ahead of me. I'm not letting him win again! Every single time he won the race and I would have to end up doing the dishes.
"Liam James Payne! I will not let you win again mark my words!" I shouted as I tried and pushed myself to pick up my pace.
"Nope! I will win like I always do! Just admit it, I'm a better and faster runner than you!" He shouted ahead of me. I crossed another block, okay, two more blocks to go. The sweat stained my forehead. I finally catch up to Liam. I ran beside him as I watched the shock register on his face. I smirked. He mouthed no way in determination as he tried to pick up his own pace, but I kept the same pace as him. If I can't beat him, then I'll have to have a tie with him then.
