AN: Since I did the you get jealous for Zayn and Louis, I'm doing this one for the others
Harry:
"HARRY!" You screeched as you tried to put as much distance from your body and the cockroach as possible.
Harry ran into the room, and began to laugh as he saw the desperate state you were in. You had been making dinner, but found the roach in the bag of flour. You were standing on the counter top and the food was burning on the stove.
"KILL IT! KILL IT! KILL IT!" You shouted at your boyfriend. He took off his shoe and smacked the bug, but made a disgusted face as he heard the crunch.
"I'm going to be sick." You muttered as you ran towards the bathroom
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Niall:
"KILL IT! KILL IT WITH FIRE!" You screamed at the T.V. You and Niall have been watching a horror movie, and you got to the part where the demon came crawling out of the girls ear. Niall couldn't calm you down, because he was too busy laughing on the floor. The boy almost peed himself, because he thought that it was so funny.
"DID I NOT TELL YOU TO PUT AWAY THE POSSESSED DOLL? NOW YOU HAVE SOME DEMON LIVING IN YOUR BODY! KILL IT! KILL IT! KILL IT DEAD!"
"S-stop!" He sputtered while holding his stomach. "Please."
"KILL IT NIALL! KILL IT!" You began to cry out of fear. You swear, the fly on the screen just came alive and flew around the room. "Niall! Kill it!" You wined.
He shut off the T.V., and tried to regulate his breathing. "Never again are you watching a horror film." He spoke.
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Liam:
You woke up to an unusual feeling on your chest. It felt like tiny, harry fingers brushed against you.
You felt around for Liam, and had discovered that both of his arms were wrapped around your waist. Being the curious girl that you are, you turned on your bedside lamp and screamed.
Eight beady eyes stared back at you. The creatures eight legs splayed out, and I swear, the thing hissed at you!
"KILL IT, LIAM! KILL IT!" You yelled to your half awake boyfriend. He grabbed the spider by the leg, and threw it out your open bedroom window.
"It's gone, now cuddle with me." He said in his deep, morning voice. You pushed him away, and he gave you a confused look.
"Not until you wash your hands, nasty."