One Direction Imagines/Preferences

Preferences 59. He cooks for you...

Niall- You rolled over and laid your arm out to lay over Nialls waist but you opened an eye when you found and the spot beside you empty. "Ni?" you mumbled, pushing yourself and rubbing your eyes as you yawned. You grabbed Nialls shirt off the head post and slipped it on before you got out of bed. "Niiii?"

You heard clanking and singing coming from downstairs. You tilted your head and walked down the stairs, turning the corner and smiling as you say Niall dancing around in sweats and a tank top as he made pancakes.

You yawned again and rubbed your eyes, causing him to turn around and look at you, smiling. "Morning, luv," he said, walking over to you and kissing your forehead.

You smiled and watched him walk back to the stove, turning it off. You walked over to the dinner room table and sat down, waiting for Niall. "I woke up without you in bed, got scared you left me," you said, smiling as he placed a plate of pancakes in front of you.

"Sorry, babe. I wanted to make you breakfast since you've been so stressed this week," he explained, sitting beside you with his own plate.

You smiled and kissed him gently. "Thanks, Ni. That's really sweet of you."

Harry- You were studying since you got home from work, having a test the next day and you hadn't left your room since then. You even missed dinner, ignoring Harrys' calls from downstairs, studying more.

It was a little past midnight when you heard a knock on the door of the study, making you jump out of a nap you had fallen into without meaning too. "S-Shit," you mumbled, rubbing your face as the door opened.

"Y/n," Harry said, sighing as he walked over to you.

"Not," you yawned and rubbed your eyes before mumbling, "now, Hazza."

"Babe, you need to sleep."

"I have a test in a few hours."

He sighed and walked over to you, placing a bowl of chicken Alfredo in front of you and kissing your forehead. "Then at least eat something please," he said before walking out of the room.

You watched him and looked back at the the bowl, smiling before putting a fork full in your mouth, going back to studying your notes.

Liam- You sat on the counter watching Liam as he made french toast. "I told you, you didn't have to make me breakfast. It's only my wrist that I twisted, I can still cook for myself, Liam," you said, pouting as he chuckled.

"I know, babe, but I thought I'd do something nice for you since you're injured," he said, kissing the pout on your lip.

You huffed but nodded. "Fine. But next time when you're injured, I'm gonna take care of you even if you don't want it," you said, sticking your tongue out.

He laughed softly and nodded before putting his attention back to the french toast.

You smiled and continued to watch him.

Louis- You laid in bed covering into the covers and groaning as you breathed though your mouth the best you could. You were home sick with a sore throat, a stuffed nose, and a throbbing headache. You weren't alone though, Louis was with you but you didn't want to get him sick so you told him to stay in another room.

But Louis being Louis wouldn't listen and would peek in to check on you to see how you were doing and if you needed anything. A few minutes again you had asked him for a bowl of soup and he said he be back with it for you.

You had fallen asleep at some point while waiting because you heard Louis calling your name. You opened your eyes and coughed as you looked at Louis, smiling slightly as he held up the bowl of soup for you to see. "Chicken noodle soup, my queen," he said, bowing as you pushed yourself up to sit against the headboard.

You chuckled only to cough into your hand, sighing as he put the bowl in your lap. "Thanks, Lou,| you mumbled, slowly putting a spoon full in your mouth.

"Anything for my sick girl."

You smiled and continued to eat, letting Louis sit at the end of the bed just to be on the safe side.

Zayn- You yawned as you sat up from bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "Zayn?" you mumbled, looking around the room before looking at the open bedroom door. You threw the covers off you and got out of bed, walking out of the room. "Zayn?"

"In the kitchen, Y/n!" you heard him call.

You walked to the kitchen, rubbing your eyes, and looked at Zayn, tilting your head. "Whatcha doing, Z?" you asked, walking over to hum and hugging him from behind.

"Making your favorite."

"Breakfast pizza?"

H laughed and shook his head. "Homemade waffles."

You smiled and kissed his cheek, still hugging him. "That's sweet of you, babe."