The first time you cook for Niall, you make pani-puri and he decodes to hork it down like a complete idiot.
You:Niall it's spic......
Niall:AHHHHHHH. MY MOUTH's ON FIRE!!!! YN CALL THE AMBULANCE!!!! NO NO CALL THE FIRE BRIGADE AAAAH I CAN'T BREATHE ANYMORE!!!!!
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Indian Imagines~2
FanficContinuation of the joblessness that turned out to be quite comic. If you liked it I'm glad you came back.
