One Direction Imagines

16. Buy furniture...

Buying furniture

Niall: You and Niall have probably left this too late, what with your seven month pregnant stomach limiting your movements, but it’s still just as exciting, wandering through the cot display, Niall almost buzzing with nervous excitement next to you, your hand in his. “Should we get a pink one? Or do you want a neutral colour.” You shrug, happy hormones buzzing through your system. “Whatever you want, babe.” “I think we should do pink, do the whole thing, we can paint the walls pale pink or something, and Zayn’ll probably paint some fairies or something.” You smile up at him, already able to see the room in your mind as the two of you slow to a stop in front of the perfect cot. “It all sounds perfect.”

Harry: You and Harry stare up at the ceiling, occasionally shifting on the mattress, reluctant to get up after the tiresome hour of hunting for the perfect bed. “What do you think?” You finally break the thoughtful silence, rolling your head over to look at him. He shrugs, “I think I like the other one better.” “Harry,” you sigh, a twinge of annoyance in your tone, “You can’t just say ‘the other one’, we’ve looked at over fifty. Which one was it.” “Babe, we can always do this another day if you’re tired.” You rub your forehead, “No, I want to get this done. Now, which one do you like?” He grins at you, shifting closer to kiss you, “Whatever one you like.” You feel remarkably better after that.

Liam: Ikea is a maze of different displays and furniture and prices, and you’re heard it nicknamed ‘the divorce factory’. Strangely enough though, you and Liam have never really been cursed with an argument in the middle of the shop, instead, you find yourself pushing a trolley half full of various things for the new den you’re recently re painted. “We just need a tv now.” “What size do you want?” He asks as you make your way to the lounge room section, and you smirk at him, “Well, you know what that say, go big or go home.”

Louis: Louis is holding a sleeping Sam as you wander through the different couches, searching for a new one after Sam had decided to take his packet of textas to the cover of your old sofa. Louis shifts Sam slightly to point to a white one, “What about that one?” You shake your head, trailing a finger over a brown leather couch, “It’ll get stained to easily.” “Good thinking, ninety nine.” You roll your eyes, but find yourself smiling anyway as Louis drops a kiss to the top of your head. It takes a good thirty minutes, but you eventually find yourself sitting on the perfect sofa, Louis beaming happily at you.

ZayN: You’re slightly distracted by the group of teenage girls giggling and taking photos as you and Zayn search for new bedsides tables. He looks up from a dark wood one, gaze flicking between you and the group, reaching out to tug you into his body, “Everything okay?” “They’re watching us.” He sighs, “Yeah, they tend to do that.” “Right,” you laugh, but there’s not a lot of humour to it, “Sorry, I’m just not used to…” you make a vague hand gesture, “All this attention.” “Well, yeah, I don’t think even I’m used to it.” You smile, and he drops his head to kiss you, before pointing towards a different set of nightstands, “What about those?” 

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