Imagine

You remained in the car for a few moments, leaning your much too heavy head against the head rest. It’d been a hard day, your boss had got angry to you for like no reason and a friend had just broken up with her boyfriend and had taken a lot of energy from you by calling and texting nonstop. Plus, you’d overslept in the morning, so you’d left angrily and hadn’t even had the chance to give your boyfriend Niall a goodbye kiss. You finally decided to get out of the car. A beautiful sunset glow dyed the sky orange and the few clouds deep red. The last sun rays played in your hair, as you reached the door and fought with the keys. The door opened, not without problems, and hissings, the sound of cooking and the smell of steak or something different meaty hit you. It smelled delicious. Your stomach immediately began to grumble. You put off your shoes and coat as fast and as silently as possible. You stepped in the kitchen, which was flooded by the now purple sunlight. Niall was standing at the cooker, stirring in a big pot. His head was encased by the fog that rose from the pot. He poured water in the pot, the noise increased even more and the steam fogged the whole cooking area. Niall was so concentrated that he didn’t even realise that you were here.

“Hey!” you groaned voicelessly, but strong. Niall winced and looked at you with a shocked expression at first, but his facial expression changed quickly. He smiled at you in a way that warmed your heart.

“Hey honey!”

“You’re cooking?” That was such a stupid question.

“Seems like it, huh?” Niall giggled.

One half of his face shined bright, the other lay in darkness. You didn’t turn on the lights; you just walked over to Niall. You took a sneak peek in the pot. Apparently he was cooking a Bolognese. Niall went away to grab some spices. As he came back and added them to the Bolognese, you wrapped your arms around his torso and hugged him tightly from the back, pressing your head between his shoulder blades. Niall took your hands in his own warm hands.

“How was your day?” he asked with a smooth, almost whispering voice.

“Uhg, let’s not talk about it,” you murmured in his shirt.

“That bad?”

“Yeap!”

Suddenly Niall’s hands forced you to loosen your grip by pulling them away from his upper body. For a moment, you have been a bit disappointed, you could have stayed forever this way. Eyes closed, feeling the warmth of Niall’s body, smelling his scent mixed with the delicious Bolognese smell. But what came was even better: Niall turned around and pushed you closer to him, using his hands at the small of your back. He kissed you, neither too forcefully, nor too innocent, but with an overwhelming passion. Your lips separated for a moment, just to get back together even passionately just seconds later. The world stopped at this point, problems were blown away. Just you and him and the kiss existed.

Later you ordered a pizza, because the beautiful Bolognese had got forgotten between all those kisses.