Niall:
"Honey, I'm home!" Niall shouts as he enters your apartment. Your husband had left to run errands and came back with more bags than you had expected. "Umm babe?" You question, pointing to the load. He shrugs and places them on the counter, "There was a sale on ice cream, so I thought we should stock up!" You laugh as you start to put the cartons in the freezer. "Did you leave any for the rest of the world?" He grins and pokes your side, "Well I figured you'd be needing more anyways, isn't that what most women crave when they're pregnant?" You peck him on the lips and nod, "Yes, love, but I'm eating for two, not twenty." He places his hands on your stomach and grins, "Just lookin' out for you, princess." You lean in and kiss him, thankful for what a great father you know he will be.
Harry:
"Kitten, the movie's about to start!" Harry yells into the kitchen from his place on the couch. You grab the ice cream tub out of the fridge along with two spoons before joining him on the couch. The opening scenes of The Notebook begin, as Harry slings his arm around your shoulders and you nestle into his side, the ice cream tub in between you. By the end of the movie, tears are streaming down both of your faces and the ice cream tub is empty. Harry moves the tub onto the side table before scooping you into his lap, placing kisses all over your face.
Zayn:
"I'm getting a bit hungry, love, want to grab a bite?" Your boyfriend asks you as you walk around, window-shopping in the streets of Paris. You and Zayn were on a trip for your second anniversary. "Mmmhhmm," you agree, pointing to a nearby ice cream parlor. "That place looks cute," you say, grabbing Zayn's hand and pulling him into the parlor. As you stand ordering your ice cream, his hands wrap around your waist as he holds you from behind. You take the hot fudge sundae and Zayn leads you over to a secluded window seat, where the two of you share the sundae, glancing out the window every so often while enjoying your special day.
Louis:
"BABE DID YOU HEAR THAT?" Louis yelled, bolting into the kitchen. You laugh and grab your wallet. "Yes, silly, of course I did," you said as you hand him a few bills. Louis grabs your hand, pulling you out into the street, towards the ice cream truck slowly rolling down the road. "I want a chocolate covered cone," he says, standing in front of the truck. As you order your ice cream, Louis is impatiently bouncing up and down on his heels behind you. Turning around, you hand him his cone. He takes a bite before grabbing your waist and pulling you to him. "Hey babe, you've got something on your chin," he says. "What? No I don't," you say, bringing your hand up to your chin. "You do now!" he laughs, pushing his ice cream into your chin.
Liam:
"Alright love, which one do you want. French Vanilla or Vanilla Bean?" Liam asks as you stand in front of the frozen dessert section of the drug store. You groan with the weight of the decision. "I don't know...both?" you ask. He laughs, wrapping you in a hug. "I'm sorry you don't feel well, love," he says into your hair before kissing your forehead and turning to open the freezer door. You groan again as your stomach turns, "I should be used to it by now, but thank you for taking me here." "Anything for you, babe," he smiles at you before loading the basket with both tubs.
