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Michael - “Could you please get off your lazy ass and grab this box?” You barked at Michael, your back aching and your body tired. Michael groaned, heaving himself off of the couch and walking to you, taking the box from you. “For someone who was so ready to leave home sure is lacking.” You said, giggling as he rolled his eyes at you. “I hate hard work.” You straddled him, sighing. “I know babe, but once we unpack we can do other things.” You giggled, kissing his neck as you continued to pull boxes into the house.
Luke - “Luke, pull it this way.” You said, pointing to a corner in the house as Luke had pulled off his singlet. You bit your lip, seeing how his muscles flexed every time he picked up the heavy furniture. Okay, focus Y/N. You and Luke just bought a small apartment and are rearranging today. “I’m tired baby, can we please take a break?” You nodded, sitting on the couch and sighing. Luke grabbed a water and threw himself on the couch too. Just as he got situated, the legs on the couch broke, you two falling with the couch. You looked at each other and started laughing. “Looks like we need to go couch shopping, huh?”
Ashton - “Vouch with me here, Y/N.” Ashton said, sighing as he held up one end of the heavy crib. “Ashton, i’m 7 months pregnant. This thing is heavy and my back hurts.” Just perfect timing, you and Ashton just decided to decorate your sons room 2 months before he was due. You still had to buy toys, paint it and put up more furniture. “I know, but hang on 5 more minutes.” You sighed and held it, and he was done in 5 minutes. He made the bed and you smiled, playing with a teddy bear his sister passed down to you two. He put his arm around your shoulder, kissing your head. “He’ll love it, once it’s done.” You nodded and smiled, admiring the crib as you went to unpack more boxes.
Calum - “Calum!” You warned, as he chuckled and moved away from you. Calum was acting so stupid today, from humping you every time you bent over or whining about how heavy the boxes were. “If you want to live with me, I suggest you stop acting like a dick and help me.” You said, groaning and flopping down onto the bed. He laid next to you, smirking as you had your arms crossed. “Stop pouting, i’m just trying to have fun. I mean we’re both 19 and living together, i’m just happy.” You rolled over, kissing his jaw. “I know, but be serious for an hour so we can unpack these boxes.”
