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