Niall:
You had spent the morning perfecting your oatmeal bowl, topping it carefully with blueberries, nuts, and a drizzle of honey. It looked like something out of a food blog. Proud of your work, you set it on the table and went to grab a cup of tea from the kitchen.
When you came back, the blueberries were gone. All of them. Your jaw dropped as you turned to see Niall sitting across the table, a guilty yet satisfied look on his face as he chewed.
“Niall, did you just eat all my blueberries?” you asked, half-laughing, half-scolding.
He shrugged, trying to look innocent, but his grin gave him away. “I couldn’t help it, babe. They were just sitting there, calling my name. You know blueberries are my favorite.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stay mad at him for long. "Next time, ask!" you teased, shaking your head.
“I’ll go to the store right now and get more,” he promised, standing up and grabbing his keys. “But, uh… can you make me a bowl like that, too? Yours looked amazing.”
Louis:
You were feeling fancy that morning and decided to try something new: avocado toast with a perfectly poached egg and chili flakes on top. You had seen it all over social media and wanted to see what the hype was about. As you sat down at the table to take your first bite, Louis walked into the kitchen, his eyes narrowing as soon as he spotted your plate.
“Hold on a second,” he said, pointing at your breakfast. “Is that… avocado?”
You nodded, a little confused by his tone. “Yeah. Why?”
He looked at you like you had just committed a crime. “There’s no way you, of all people, have avocado in this house. You hate that stuff as much as I do!”
You shrugged, trying to defend yourself. “I thought I’d give it a try! Everyone’s always raving about it.”
But before you could react, Louis had snatched the plate out of your hands. “Absolutely not,” he declared dramatically, walking over to the bin. “This is an avocado-free household!”
“Louis!” you shouted, laughing as he dumped your carefully crafted breakfast into the trash. “I worked hard on that!”
“And I just saved your taste buds,” he shot back with a smirk. “You can thank me later. Now, let me make us some proper breakfast—something with actual flavor.”
Despite being annoyed, you couldn’t help but laugh as he started rummaging through the fridge. “Fine,” you said, crossing your arms. “But you’re making the eggs this time.”
“Deal,” he replied, winking at you. “And no avocados. Ever.”
Liam:
It had been a quiet morning, and you decided to treat yourself by making waffles. You whipped up the batter, added fresh strawberries, whipped cream, and a drizzle of maple syrup. It was a masterpiece, and as you sat down to eat, Liam walked into the room.
His eyes widened as they landed on your plate. “Whoa,” he said, sitting down across from you. “That looks incredible. Did you make that?”
You nodded, a little proud of yourself. “Yep, just thought I’d try something new this morning.”
He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand as he stared at your breakfast. “Do you think you could make me the same? Or even better, share yours?” he asked with a hopeful smile.
You laughed, knowing you couldn’t say no to him. “Alright, give me ten minutes, and I’ll whip you up a plate.”
His face lit up as he reached over and squeezed your hand. “You’re the best,” he said, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “But seriously, that looks so good, I might not wait.” You had to guard your plate as he jokingly reached for it, laughing as he promised to wash all the dishes in return.
Harry:
The smell of fresh pancakes filled the air as you stacked them high, adding a handful of berries and a drizzle of syrup to top it off. You were just about to dig in when Harry walked in, his hair messy from just waking up.
“Good morning,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. Then he saw your plate. “Oh, wow, those look good!” Before you could respond, he reached over and grabbed one of your pancakes.
“Harry!” you gasped, watching as he took a massive bite.
“What?” he said, grinning through a mouthful of pancake. “Sharing is caring, isn’t it?”
You rolled your eyes, trying to act annoyed, but his cheeky grin made it impossible to stay mad. “Fine, but you owe me. I spent ages making these!”
He leaned closer, stealing a berry off your plate. “Tell you what,” he said, his voice soft, “I’ll make the coffee, and we can share the rest. Deal?”
You sighed, pushing your plate toward him slightly. “Deal. But only because you’re cute in the morning.”
Zayn:
You had woken up early and decided to make a simple but beautiful breakfast: a bowl of Greek yogurt topped with granola, fresh blueberries, and a drizzle of honey. You couldn’t resist snapping a picture before taking a bite—it looked too good not to share.
Zayn walked into the kitchen, his hair still messy, a soft smile on his face. “Good morning, love,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. “What’s this?” he asked, peering over your shoulder at your bowl.
“Breakfast,” you replied with a grin. “Want some?”
Instead of answering, he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, his lips warm and soft. “Looks almost as good as you,” he teased, making your cheeks flush.
You laughed, turning to face him. “Cheesy much? Do you want to share, or should I make you your own?”
He smirked, grabbing a spoon from the drawer. “Sharing sounds good to me. But you might have to fight me for the blueberries.”
You shook your head, smiling as he took a bite. “Fine, but only because I like you,” you teased, watching him steal another spoonful.
