One Direction Preferences.

#1- 101 Dalmatians ;D

Niall-

Upon seeing the puppies were missing, you let out a squeak. “Oh dear!”

Your husband, Niall, found his words and stood, linking his arm with yours and turning to closet, where there was rustling and muffled cries. Opening the door, you realized it was Ms. Cook, your house maid. Gasping, you helped Niall untie her and take the tape off of her mouth. “Ms. Cook, please tell me you saw where are puppies have run off to!”

Shaking, the old woman stepped out of the broom closet, “There were thieves! Thieves!”

You clenched your fists, “It’s that Cruella! I knew she would have something to do with this.”

Niall  looked at you sympathetically, placing a warm hand on your cheek, “It’s alright, sweetheart. We’ll find out puppies.”

You returned him with a smile and a peck on the cheek that was interrupted by familiar barking. “It’s Pongo!” Niall cried happily, clasping your hand and rushing out, following the sound of the distressed barking. “And Perdita!”

“Oh, thank god!” You exclaimed, following Niall into the night as the two of you ran after your Pongo and Perdita, happy to have such smart dogs.

Although it didn’t occur to you how Pongo and Perdita hadn’t been able, or just didn’t protect their children from such harm as Cruella Deville. You did know that they were going to make up for that now.

The two dogs were running awfully fast, and you and Niall were not catching up.

So you stopped, watching as your dogs ran off, following the car that was just rolling out of the neighborhood with your dogs.

“We’ll find out puppies.” Niall promised once again.

Harry-

Fixing up your collar, you peeked into the window of the house, eyes narrowed. Next to you, Harry, your husband, stood, waiting for the signal. You gave him a thumbs-up and he raised his fist, knocking on the door, waiting for the kind old woman to open the door.

Harry and you were proud employees- or, people who do the dirty work- of Cruella Deville. Your mission: Get those puppies. In your pockets, you two held sacks big enough to hold the lot of them.

The door pulled open, revealing an old woman, bundled up tight to protect herself from the old woman. The maid, you assumed.

“Hello, we’re-“ Harry started, before you shoved past the old woman, taking her by surprise.

“Excuse me! Excuse me! What on earth are you do-“ The woman panicked, thrashing out her arms as you pinned them behind her back, winking at Harry who returned the signal as he shoved past the woman and made his way to the back, looking for the puppies. “LET GO OF ME RIGHT NOW!”

“Shut up.” You growled, yanking her to the nearest closet you could find, and shoving her in.

“HELP! HELP ME! SOMEBODY-“

You put a piece of duct tape on the woman’s mouth, as her hands were tied behind her back and she could not escape. Through all her panic, she slipped and fell on her back, unable to get up. She squirmed and you shut the door before she rolled out.

Now calmed from the chaos that just happened, you perked your ears up to hear what Harry was doing. Following the noise coming from the dogs, you smirked to yourself and found Harry trying his hardest to get four fiesty dogs into the bag. Where the parents were, you didn’t know.

Kneeling down beside him, you grabbed out your own bag and helped, trying not to laugh a bit to yourself as Harry got bit several times, because you did too.