Liam
You rushed through your front door, excited for your anniversary with Liam. He'd said he planned something special for the two or you and you couldn't wait. You bit your bottom lip, anxious for what he's done. "Liam?" "In here!" He shouted from the kitchen. You skipped happily. The smell of your favorite food lingered in the living room and in the hallway. You smiled at him when he turned around. "I hope you like it." His face look tired and worn out, but you could tell he was into it. "Aw, Liam. You're so sweet." You giggled as he squished your face and placed a kiss on your nose. Then he wrapped his arms around you and said,"Happy anniversary, sweetheart."
Harry
"Come and get it!" Harry's raspy voice awoke you from your doze. You lazily walked to the dining room. Most of the time you would eat on the couch, but he had just gotten a new one and didn't want to ruin it. You objected, but he was paranoid. "What's for dinner,?" You spoke in a tired voice. Harry smiled at you, it was sweet but it was definitely a teasing smile. "You look absolutely adorable right now." You shrugged and hid your face. "What's for dinner, Harry?" He dropped the subject and answered you, "Enchiladas." You smiled and grabbed a plate. Needless to say, it was the best thing you've ever had.
Zayn
Zayn wasn't much of a cook, but when he did it was heavenly. You begged him and begged him. Over and over he said no, but one day he gave in. He stood in the kitchen with his shirt off. His defined muscles flexing every time he chopped an onion or stirred something. You were almost drooling over him. He soaked it up, too. Milking every chance he had to look hot. "You know, you could help me out here," he smirked. You moved to do something but he stopped you, "It's fine, babe. It's fine." You rolled your eyes, but smiled. He made you so crazy sometimes.
Louis
Louis was nearly hopeless at cooking but he wanted to impress you. So he bought all the ingredients for Chicken Parmesan. He slaved for hours trying to perfect it. Taste testing it every once in a while. He smiled brightly to himself as he set the plates out on the table, anxious for your arrival. The door opened and you popped your head in. "It smells amazing in here." You sniffed the air as you shut the door behind you. Louis hugged you tightly, "I cooked!" "Should I eat it?" You teased. He rolled his eyes and pulled out your chair for you. "Or course you should." You waited for him to sit down. He rushed in his seat and watched you expectantly. You slowly took your first bite and were surprised at how good it tasted. "Wow, Lou. You did a great job." You shoveled more and more into your mouth until there wasn't any more left. "I'd have to agree with you on this one," he joked.
Niall
Niall always jumped at the chance to cook. He was always happy to help you figure out a new recipe. But tonight you had the worst cold you could possible ever have. You didn't feel like making dinner so he did it himself. He cut up vegetables and mixed them together for the perfect stew. After hours of work, it was finally finished. He proudly brought you a bowl. His cute little mouth curled into a smug smile. "Here you go." He placed the bowl in your hands and watched you in silence, patiently waiting for you to finish. You held back a giggle of happiness. He wrapped an arm around you, not wanted you to feel cold at all. You were so lucky to have someone that cared for you so much.
Alright, I want to thank @nicole102292 for requesting this. I hadn't even thought about it at all. :) Also, I have a new fan fiction called Love Inks. It would make my day if you read and told me what you thought. :) Check out TheBoyfriends because she helps me out with it sometimes. Okay, well, most of the time. And do you guys even read this? It's okay if you don't but I would like to know. :) And I was super tired when I wrote this so, sorry for the cheesiness.
~Aiden
