Imagine you’re at Niall’s house and toi both feel really bored.
“What the hell shall we do now?” Niall screams. He is lying on the canapé on his back and his head rests on his hands. You’re sitting on the floor, browsing this stupid magazine about cars.
“Why do toi even have this?” toi sigh, and toi throw it away.
“I don’t know”, Niall says tiredly, as he yawns.
Suddenly toi catch sight of a cooking magazine.
“Wait”, toi say and toi stand up, after stretching yourself a little bit. toi take the cooking magazine from the table, tableau and look at its cover.
“Niall? I know something we can probably do.”
“You’re amazing!” Niall says and he kisses your cheek. He follows toi to the kitchen.
The table, tableau is filled with ingredients toi need to bake a cake, and other supplies.
“Thank you”, toi say happily and toi take a large rose bowl from the table. “So, where do we start?” toi ask Niall.
“I guess we should start with the butter?” Niall already walks to the fridge and takes two packets of butter. Afterwards he drops them on the table.
“Wow, too many ingredients! What are we going to do? Bake a cake for Buckingham Palace?” Niall jokes. “We need to get rid of those other supplies.”
toi squint. “Need to get rid of those o-…” toi take a bag of flour and raise one eyebrow at Niall.
“No, babe. You’re not going to… Are you…? Just… NO!”
Before Niall’s even able to occur it, toi grab a handful of flour, which toi throw at him. With a soft shriek Niall utters, the flour lands on his face.
“You…” He says totally surprised, his nose and mouth completely covered in a white powder. “Did toi just throw flour at your boyfriend? Now this is war!” Niall yells at toi and he takes the other bag of flour, which he completely empties on haut, retour au début of your head.
“Oops”, he grins mischievously.
“Look what toi did to my hair!” toi laugh loudly. This time it’s your turn to throw something at him again.
“Payback time. Choose your weapon wisely”, Niall speaks to you.
toi take your time to watch the objects on the table, tableau very closely: butter, sugar, spoons, another bowl, a mixer, eggs… Wait.
“I choose eggs!” toi say with an enormous smile on your face.
“Nooo, don’t toi dare to do that!” Niall says, and toi chuckle.
“Guessed wrong!”
It actually looks like toi two are a couple of big children, throwing nourriture at each other: but toi actually have the time of your life.
At some point the table, tableau is empty and the cuisine is a mess, including toi and Niall. toi both don’t care at all.
“Hey love, toi got flour on your lips”, Niall says, smiling cutely, as he kisses you.
Now this tastes even better than a cake.
“What the hell shall we do now?” Niall screams. He is lying on the canapé on his back and his head rests on his hands. You’re sitting on the floor, browsing this stupid magazine about cars.
“Why do toi even have this?” toi sigh, and toi throw it away.
“I don’t know”, Niall says tiredly, as he yawns.
Suddenly toi catch sight of a cooking magazine.
“Wait”, toi say and toi stand up, after stretching yourself a little bit. toi take the cooking magazine from the table, tableau and look at its cover.
“Niall? I know something we can probably do.”
“You’re amazing!” Niall says and he kisses your cheek. He follows toi to the kitchen.
The table, tableau is filled with ingredients toi need to bake a cake, and other supplies.
“Thank you”, toi say happily and toi take a large rose bowl from the table. “So, where do we start?” toi ask Niall.
“I guess we should start with the butter?” Niall already walks to the fridge and takes two packets of butter. Afterwards he drops them on the table.
“Wow, too many ingredients! What are we going to do? Bake a cake for Buckingham Palace?” Niall jokes. “We need to get rid of those other supplies.”
toi squint. “Need to get rid of those o-…” toi take a bag of flour and raise one eyebrow at Niall.
“No, babe. You’re not going to… Are you…? Just… NO!”
Before Niall’s even able to occur it, toi grab a handful of flour, which toi throw at him. With a soft shriek Niall utters, the flour lands on his face.
“You…” He says totally surprised, his nose and mouth completely covered in a white powder. “Did toi just throw flour at your boyfriend? Now this is war!” Niall yells at toi and he takes the other bag of flour, which he completely empties on haut, retour au début of your head.
“Oops”, he grins mischievously.
“Look what toi did to my hair!” toi laugh loudly. This time it’s your turn to throw something at him again.
“Payback time. Choose your weapon wisely”, Niall speaks to you.
toi take your time to watch the objects on the table, tableau very closely: butter, sugar, spoons, another bowl, a mixer, eggs… Wait.
“I choose eggs!” toi say with an enormous smile on your face.
“Nooo, don’t toi dare to do that!” Niall says, and toi chuckle.
“Guessed wrong!”
It actually looks like toi two are a couple of big children, throwing nourriture at each other: but toi actually have the time of your life.
At some point the table, tableau is empty and the cuisine is a mess, including toi and Niall. toi both don’t care at all.
“Hey love, toi got flour on your lips”, Niall says, smiling cutely, as he kisses you.
Now this tastes even better than a cake.
