Your P.O.V.
Zayn:
"Peanut, what are you doing later? Could you stay for dinner tonight or are you busy?" my mom asks me from the kitchen as I'm laying on the couch watching TV with my boyfriend Zayn. I roll my eyes. She hasn't called me that in years, and now, when Zayn is here, she decides to use it again. I hear Zayn chuckle and I turn to glare at him. "What?" he asks while laughing, making the words come out broken up and breathy. I glare at him some more. "Aw, Y/N" he's still laughing. "Yeah, the name is funny, but you should've seen your face!" I giggle after looking at him for a while, knowing that it's true. My embarrassed face was pretty odd, so I don't blame him for laughing. I lay back down on his chest, thinking about how I would go out with Zayn tonight to avoid any further embarrassment. Later that night as we're leaving, Zayn calls to my mom. "Bye Mrs. Y/L/N! Have a fantastic night. Peanut and I are going to go out for dinner now. I'll have her back by ten" he says, smirking, as he closes the door and I think about how I will never hear the end of this peanut thing.
Niall:
"What do you think of this one, Toto?" my sister asks me, holding up a dress she just picked off the rack. I freeze at the sound of the word. My entire family has called me 'Toto' for as long as I could remember, but we were in public, plus I'm not a little kid anymore. To make matters worse, I had made my boyfriend, Niall, come with me to take my sister dress shopping for her school dance. He walks up to me, trying to stifle a laugh. "'Toto'?" he chuckles, now bending over slightly from loss of breath. I let out a big sigh, and explain to him that it was an old name my family had for me. Niall just looks at me, an evil smirk forming on his face. "You know, my dear Y/N" he begins, "I'm going to remember that. Don't think I'll forget this. You'll regret you had ever made me come shopping with you" he threatens me, though it doesn't sound much like a threat from all of the laughing he's been doing. I glare at him and turn to walk away, but he catches me by the hand and tries to keep me with him for the rest of the time there.
Louis:
It's my dad's birthday today and I'm in the kitchen making his cake with my mom. Whilst in the middle of mixing the frosting, the doorbell rings, so my mom rushes to get it. I hear the door open and she talks to the person for a little while. Then I hear her call, "Munchkin, you're boyfriend is here". She says it with a snicker at the end when she realizes what she's called me. "Mom" I say sternly as Louis walks into the room, a huge smile on his face. "Hey Munchkin. Long time no see" he laughs, pulling me into his side and kissing my cheek. I try to turn away and escape his grasp, but he just pulls me right back and leans close to my ear. "Babe, you'll be hearing much more where that came from" he continues, still chuckling to himself. Sighing, I turn back to the frosting. "So" Louis nearly sings, "Mrs. Y/L/N, what other kinda of creative nicknames did you give Munchkin here when she was younger?" I whip my head around to see that Louis is smirking as my mom goes on and on about the dreadful names she called me in the past.
Liam:
My hands nervously fidget around in my lap as my parents take a seat across from Liam and I. It's our first time having an actual formal dinner together with my parents, no one but the four of us. I don't know why I'm nervous, but I am. "Hello Mr. Liam" my mom greets him as my dad shakes his hand. She turns to me. "How are you, Snugglebug?" she says to my horror. My eyes go wide as I sit still, praying that Liam handy heard. Of course, he had, and I see him turn his head and place a hand over his mouth to prevent the chuckles from escaping from his throat. "What's wrong?" my mom asks me, concerned with the way Liam is turned away and I am staring straight ahead. "Nothing" I shoot back. "Honey, I know something's wrong" she continues, not giving it a rest. "Excuse us for a moment" I continue to ignore her question as I pull Liam's sleeve to follow me to the restroom. When we're outside the dining area, Liam can no longer contain his laughter. I beg him to not use that with me, as I thought I'd heard the last of it years ago. "Okay" he agrees, "but..I'll think of something else" he chuckles as he runs off back to the table, and I chase after him.
Harry:
It's that time of year when my family takes out summer vacation, and this time my mom allowed me to ask my boyfriend Harry if he'd like to come. Of course, he said yes, being the lovely guy that he is and not wanting to miss a moment with his girlfriend. It's the morning that we're supposed to leave, and Harry is helping my dad and I pack the luggage into the car. "Boo Boo, could you get the last couple of bags from inside?" my dad asks. "Sure" I say as I hop up the steps. When I step back out of the house, I find Harry laughing hysterically while my dad talks to him. He looks at me as I make my way towards them, lugging the bags behind me. "What's so funny?" I ask him as my dad takes the last few bags and shoves them in the back of the car. Harry grins. "Oh, nothing really. Your dad here was just telling me about how much you love to be called Boo Boo. And Sweetiepuff. Plus the occasional Buggybop" he says, smirking. Harry continues the list of dreadful nicknames my family has called me for years as I think about how I'll have to deal with this for the entire eleven hour drive.
