Ashton:
"Ash?" You question, walking into the kitchen of your apartment. You sniff the air once more and look over towards the man standing in your kitchen. If it weren't for his looks you would've never guessed it was Ashton, for he never stood behind the stove.
"Hey babe, welcome home." You look at him like he's crazy and bite your lip. What the hell?
"What, uh, what are you doing?" He turns and shovels some scrambled eggs onto a plate beside the stove.
"Making you breakfast." You look down at your watch and narrow your eyes.
"But it's five-thirty... in the evening." Ashton rolls his eyes and takes you by the arm, leading you over to the bar. He sits you down on the stool and places a plate before you.
"Well, it's the only thing I know how to make without completely ruining it."
Calum:
"Something smells good." You comment, coming into the beach condo where the two of your were staying. You turn the corner into the open kitchen and see Calum, pulling food out of the oven. He was wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks.
"Yeah, take a sit." He tells you. You walk over to the dinning room table and sit down. He places a steaming pan of chicken on the table in front of you.
"Since when do you cook?" You ask, as he cuts you off a piece and puts it on a plate.
"Since you and I made that bet last night." Calum raises his eyebrows before placing a kiss on your lips. You narrow your eyes, allowing your memory to go back to last night.
He did say that if you could make him, you know what, in less than two minutes he'd cook dinner for the rest of the trip. It's safe to say you know what the outcome was.
Luke:
"Mom, I swear to the Lord above if you have called me up here for dinner, I'm moving out of this house." You say in a beyond pissed tone. You told her not to bug you, even for food. "I told you I had a lot of stuff to-" You stop mid sentence when you see a familiar face standing in the kitchen.
"Hey Y/N." You enter the kitchen at a slow rate and Luke takes your arm, leading you over to the kitchen table.
"What are you doing here?" Luke says nothing but guides you to a seat. You sit down and stare at the bowl of macaroni and cheese that is before you.
"Your mom called, said you wouldn't leave your room for anything." You smile and pick up a spoon. "I told her to let me in, let me cook you dinner, and we'd see if I could change that."
"Idiot."
"Yeah, but I'm your idiot."
Michael:
"Are your eyes still closed?" Michael asks before you run into some object with a loud thud. You laugh lightly and if your eyes were open you would be rolling them.
"What do you think? Can I open them now?" You ask. Michael rubs your arms lightly.
"Yeah, go ahead." You open your eyes to see a lovely backyard barbeque set up. There was a pleasant set up of flowers, fruits, burgers, and all other fun barbeque things. You look up at Michael as he smiles down at you.
"You did this?" Michael takes your hand and leads you over to the outdoor dinning table.
"Of course I did this, who else?" You smile and look down at the delicious looking burger. "Love you."
"I love you too baby."
