AN: Okay, I got this first one off of my friend Amani and I. I know your reading this May, so I hope you get a good laugh out of it
Liam :
You walked down the stairs with your laptop in hand, and with an confused expression etched into your features. You were reading some books on wattpad, and a term came up that you didn't understand. You were going to ask Liam if he knew.
"Liam!" You called through your guys' shared flat. "Liam, where are you?"
"Downstairs!" He yelled back. You made your way to the living room, and saw your boyfriend watching 'Family Guy.'
"Liam, what's spooning?" You asked him. He turned off the T.V. And gave you a puzzled look.
"What do you mean?"
"What's spooning?" You repeat. Liam tried to hold in his laugh.
"Babe, it's when people go to sleep, the person goes behind the other and kinda hugs them... But from behind."
You pondered this over in your head, but still couldn't quite grasp it.
"Come here, I'll show you." He laughed while grabbing a piece of paper and a pen. He drew you a diagram of spooning, and tried his best not to laugh.
***
Niall:
You heard a loud slam from downstairs, and a string of cuss words. Instantly, you knew that Niall was home.
"Bad day?" You asked him. He turned to face you, and his face was as red as a tomato.
"It's Harry." He sighed. "He was just goofing around, but his banter got serious. I love him and all, but he can be such an eejit!"
"What?" You asked him with a laugh.
"Eejit, you know, a gobdaw, an gom?"
"I'm sorry, but I don't speak Irish slang." You laugh harder. He looks at you like you were crazy, and answered you.
"It means 'idiot' Y/N."
He left the room, while leaving you in hysterics on the floor. He muttered something under his breath that sounded like, 'Americans these days.'
***
Louis:
"I just don't understand why you don't like carrots!" You asked him while munching on one of the orange veggies. "There delisious!"
"Maybe it's because the fans made a huge joke about it!" He sighed while flipping his fringe out of his face. "And, it makes your skin orange... But it's not like it would make a difference on you."
You gasped at the sassy lad. "Did you just call me tanorexic?"
"If the designer shoe fits." He joked while snapping his fingers. "But seriously, I just don't like them."
***
Harry:
"How do you fit yourself in those jeans?" You gasp at him as you entered your bedroom. Harry was squeezing himself into his extremely (and I mean extremely) tight super skinny jeans.
"I don't know, I just jump and slide in." He said in his lazy, raspy voice.
"I can see that now... But how do you sit in those?"
"That's easy. These" he pointed to the jeans, "are standing jeans."
You laughed at his serious expression. "Did that amuse you?" He asked.
"It's just... You sounded so feminine right there."
He just rolled his eyes and walked out of the room. You couldn't help but stare at his legs. They were just so defined!
"Dang... He has better legs then I do!" You whisper to yourself.
***
Zayn:
"Why do you keep staring at me like that?" Zayn asked you. You just smiled.
"How do you get your hair that high?"
"Easy. It takes a lot of gel." He laughed at your dumbfound expression.
"Yeah, but... How can you afford all of that gel? I mean, your halfway through the bottle that you bought yesterday!" You cried while eying the jar of gel. He just laughed. "How can you afford all of that stuff?"
"Remember, I am a part of a world famous boy band called One Direction." He laughed. "I can afford anything!"
"Except a proper dye-job." You snicker to yourself as you walked out of the bathroom.
"Rude!"