Imagine you’re at Niall’s house and tu both feel really bored.
“What the hell shall we do now?” Niall screams. He is lying on the sofá on his back and his head rests on his hands. You’re sitting on the floor, browsing this stupid magazine about cars.
“Why do tu even have this?” tu sigh, and tu throw it away.
“I don’t know”, Niall says tiredly, as he yawns.
Suddenly tu catch sight of a cooking magazine.
“Wait”, tu say and tu stand up, after stretching yourself a little bit. tu take the cooking magazine from the mesa, tabla 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 tu to the kitchen.
The mesa, tabla is filled with ingredients tu need to bake a cake, and other supplies.
“Thank you”, tu say happily and tu take a large rosado, rosa bowl from the table. “So, where do we start?” tu 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.”
tu squint. “Need to get rid of those o-…” tu 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, tu grab a handful of flour, which tu 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 tu just throw flour at your boyfriend? Now this is war!” Niall yells at tu and he takes the other bag of flour, which he completely empties on parte superior, arriba of your head.
“Oops”, he grins mischievously.
“Look what tu did to my hair!” tu laugh loudly. This time it’s your turn to throw something at him again.
“Payback time. Choose your weapon wisely”, Niall speaks to you.
tu take your time to watch the objects on the mesa, tabla very closely: butter, sugar, spoons, another bowl, a mixer, eggs… Wait.
“I choose eggs!” tu say with an enormous smile on your face.
“Nooo, don’t tu dare to do that!” Niall says, and tu chuckle.
“Guessed wrong!”
It actually looks like tu two are a couple of big children, throwing comida at each other: but tu actually have the time of your life.
At some point the mesa, tabla is empty and the cocina is a mess, including tu and Niall. tu both don’t care at all.
“Hey love, tu 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 sofá on his back and his head rests on his hands. You’re sitting on the floor, browsing this stupid magazine about cars.
“Why do tu even have this?” tu sigh, and tu throw it away.
“I don’t know”, Niall says tiredly, as he yawns.
Suddenly tu catch sight of a cooking magazine.
“Wait”, tu say and tu stand up, after stretching yourself a little bit. tu take the cooking magazine from the mesa, tabla 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 tu to the kitchen.
The mesa, tabla is filled with ingredients tu need to bake a cake, and other supplies.
“Thank you”, tu say happily and tu take a large rosado, rosa bowl from the table. “So, where do we start?” tu 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.”
tu squint. “Need to get rid of those o-…” tu 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, tu grab a handful of flour, which tu 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 tu just throw flour at your boyfriend? Now this is war!” Niall yells at tu and he takes the other bag of flour, which he completely empties on parte superior, arriba of your head.
“Oops”, he grins mischievously.
“Look what tu did to my hair!” tu laugh loudly. This time it’s your turn to throw something at him again.
“Payback time. Choose your weapon wisely”, Niall speaks to you.
tu take your time to watch the objects on the mesa, tabla very closely: butter, sugar, spoons, another bowl, a mixer, eggs… Wait.
“I choose eggs!” tu say with an enormous smile on your face.
“Nooo, don’t tu dare to do that!” Niall says, and tu chuckle.
“Guessed wrong!”
It actually looks like tu two are a couple of big children, throwing comida at each other: but tu actually have the time of your life.
At some point the mesa, tabla is empty and the cocina is a mess, including tu and Niall. tu both don’t care at all.
“Hey love, tu got flour on your lips”, Niall says, smiling cutely, as he kisses you.
Now this tastes even better than a cake.
