Mummy Direction (One Direction 6th Member)

Morning Melodies with Niall

I suggest listening to the Midnight Memories album while reading this one! and also, Change Your Ticket ;)

That album, I swear, has soooo many great songs.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter with Niall!!

Happy reading, everyone! 🩷

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The first rays of sunlight crept through the blinds in the flat, casting a soft glow over the living room. Y/N yawned as she padded down the hall, still in her pajamas, but wide awake. 

Being the early bird of the group, she loved these quiet moments in the flat before everyone else stirred. It gave her a chance to gather her thoughts, to enjoy the calm before the daily chaos of life with five bandmates.

Today, she decided to treat the boys with a proper breakfast. They had a few rare days off, and with a well-stocked kitchen and time on her hands, she figured it was the perfect way to kickstart the morning. She rolled up her sleeves, tied her hair back, and got to work.

Soon, the scent of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee wafted through the flat. She hummed to herself as she scrambled eggs, flipping pancakes in the skillet, feeling content in her little moment of solitude.

Just as she was plating the last stack of pancakes, she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Smells amazing, Y/N," Niall mumbled, rubbing his eyes as he walked in, his hair still tousled from sleep. He gave her a sleepy grin and plopped down on one of the kitchen stools.

"Good morning, sunshine," she teased, setting a steaming cup of coffee in front of him. "You're up earlier than usual!"

He laughed, taking a sip of his coffee. "I caught a whiff of something good cooking and followed my nose. I think I'd wake up at any hour if it meant free breakfast."

Y/N chuckled, pouring him a glass of orange juice. "Fair enough. Now, you get the honor of being my taste tester. Let me know what you think."

She set a plate piled high with pancakes, eggs, and bacon in front of him. Niall wasted no time, digging in with enthusiasm.

"Brilliant, as always," he said between bites, giving her a thumbs-up. "The guys are going to lose their minds when they see this spread. And by the way, you didn't have to do all this, you know. But thanks. I mean it."

Y/N shrugged, grabbing a cup of coffee for herself. "I don't mind. Besides, you know I like cooking. Figured it was a good way to start the day."

As they sat and chatted over breakfast, Y/N felt like she was in a bit of a rhythm. But then, she heard the sound of footsteps, and before she could turn around, a voice spoke from the doorway.

"Is it just me, or do I smell food? Real food?" Zayn's voice had that half-awake, sleepy lilt to it as he entered the kitchen, stretching. He blinked at the sight of the spread on the table, his eyes lighting up.

"Well, I wasn't sure if you'd wake up in time for this," Y/N said, laughing as she gestured for him to join them. "But you're welcome to help yourself."

Zayn, now fully awake and grinning, poured himself a cup of coffee and grabbed a plate. "Couldn't resist." He dug in, complementing Y/N on the food. "Honestly, this is way better than what I had in mind for breakfast. I was thinking about some cereal or toast, but this... this is perfect."

Y/N smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. It wasn't often that they all managed to sit down and share a meal like this, especially not without some sort of rush or pressure. This quiet morning, just the three of them, felt like a moment frozen in time.