#20: So... You're kinda stuck...

Zayn:

"ZAYN!" You screamed from the kitchen. He came running down the stairs from your bedroom mere seconds after he heard the distress in your voice.

"What happened?" He asked frantically while whipping his head from side to side. He couldn't see you. "Y/N?"

"Down here."

He looked down to be met by your butt. You had gotten yourself stuck inside of a kitchen cabinet while cleaning it out. "How did you manage to do that?"

"So, I was cleaning, right? And then, I see this speck of dust or whatever that was in the far corner of this cabinet. My practical side was telling me to leave it, but it was just so annoying that I pushed myself through and got it... Then I got stuck."

Zayn tried not to laugh as he pulled you out from the cabinet. Your hair was sticking up in all directions and you smelled like dust. "Did you get the speck?" He asked smartly.

"Yes, yes I did."

**

Liam:

"Babe, where are you?" He had called for the millionth time. You had answered, for the millionth time. After half an hour of playing this game, he found you in the bedroom, stuck under the bed. "What happened?" He asked, trying not to laugh.

"Well, Loki ran under the bed, so I went to get him. He was chewing on something and coughing, so I began to get worried and shimmied under faster. When I was halfway in, he came out the other end; turns out that the little bum ate a dust bunny."

Liam laughed while trying to lift the bed to get you out. Even with his huge muscles, he couldn’t pick up your expensive bed to help you out. “I told you not to buy this bed Y/N.” He scolded with a laugh. “I told you it was too heavy.”

“Shut up.” You grumbled.

**

Niall:

"Y/N!" Niall had called again, just for you to not answer. He was frantically running around the house, trying to find you. He came across the living room, and almost screamed.

Your arm was sticking out from the couch. A red stain was covering the pillows. He thought you were dead.

"Y/N NO! Please don't be dead!" He screamed as he dug into the couch. Your arm moved, and a loud slapping sound echoed through the house.

"I'm fine you idiot." Your muffled voice said. "I sat down on the couch with some cranberry juice and sunk in."

"Oh."

Niall sat down on the hardwood floor and just watched you try to get out of the couch. He didn't help at all, because he was too busy peeing himself laughing.

**

Louis:

You and Louis were playing a game of hide and go seek, and you both agreed that the loser would buy dinner. You didn’t want to pay today, so you decided to hide in the one place Louis hated to enter; the attic.

You quickly scrambled in, and roughly slammed the door closed. You hadn’t realized how old the attic actually was, though; so when you slammed the door, you got it stuck. Louis has been trying to get you out for hours. “Louis, just call somebody.” You sighed.

“Okay.”

Two hours later, some guy came with a chainsaw and cut open the floor of the attic. He helped you out. You came out with dust worked its way into every crease on your body. You both have a permanent hole in your roof now.

You had to buy dinner, too.

**

Harry:

“HARRY! I’M STUCK!!” You screamed. You had both made a bet; if you could fit yourself into one of the baby swings fully, than he would take you to a Imagine Dragons concert. “HARRY HELP!”

“Okay, erm… I saw an episode of “Good Luck Charlie” before and this exact thing happened. Let me go get some butter. That worked for P.J.” He rambled. He was freaking out just as much as you were.

“Wait, you watch Disney Channel?” You asked; completely forgetting the situation that you were in. Harry blushed.

“Yea. Now, for the butter.”

Harry ran to the store and bought three bricks of butter, but it didn’t help. He called the fire department, but they couldn’t get you out. You called your doctor to help you, but your doctor said that the only way to get you out was to cut off your legs, and neither you or Harry wanted that to happen.

“I guess I’m staying in this until my wedding day.” You sighed. And you did. You and Harry got married the following year, and you had the same swing set underneath your dress.