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