HE COOKS YOU DINNER
Louis: "Should I be afraid?" you ask, Louis' warm hands are covering your eyes as he leads you into a kitchen for a 'surprise'. "That depends, do you have a fear of meatballs? A spaghetti phobia, perhaps?" he laughs, pulling his hands away from your eyes and revealing to you a neatly set table with spaghetti and meatballs and a flower perched inside a glass vase in the middle. "I've got a massive fear of meatballs," you joke, causing him to smile. "This is amazing, Lou, thank you." He smiles proudly and pulls out your chair, allowing you to sit down in front of your neatly plated entree. "I hope it doesn't suck, I've never cooked pasta before," he admits, picking up his fork and twirling it around his plate. You take a bite of spaghetti and wince, it's kind of undercooked and a tad crunchy. Louis frowns when he notices but you paint on a smile. "No, no it's great, crunchy pasta, mmm," you lie, not very convincingly. "It's okay, I'll order pizza," he smiles, pulling his phone from his pocket. "Aw, I do appreciate it though, it was sweet you made dinner for me," you lean over and kiss his cheek, digging paper plates from the cabinet to use for pizza.
Niall: "Guess who's awesome and made tacos today?" Niall sings as you enter the flat. You toss your keys on the table and slide off your coat, a delicious spicy smell is emanating from the kitchen. "Hmm...I'm going to take a shot in the dark and say you?" you laugh, smiling at him standing in the kitchen, placing tacos on a plate. "They smell delicious," you admit, sitting down on the kitchen counter and eying them hungrily. "They are delicious," he smiles, taking a bite of one and holding the taco it out to you to taste. You lean over and take a bite, chewing thoughtfully. Delicious indeed. "Wow, you should cook for me more often, babe," you wink, dabbing your mouth with a napkin. "I'm more of an eater than a cooker, but if you like my cooking and it makes you happy, I'd love to cook for you," he grins, putting a taco on a plate and handing it to you before making his own dish.
Harry: "What are you cooking in here, Styles? You've been in the kitchen all day!" You loiter at the doorway to the kitchen, watching Harry stir and slice, putting together a delicious smelling dinner. "It's a surprise," he replies, looking up from a pot and kissing your nose. "Now, get out of my kitchen!" With a laugh, you head back to the living room to finish your episode of Dance Moms on DVR. "Babe! Dinner's ready!" Harry steps into the living room beaming proudly, ushering you into the kitchen, "Wow! Looks like a professional chef made it," you muse, admiring the chicken dish that's been plated neatly with a sprig of oregano on top. "Harry Styles, sex God, musician and aspiring chef, that's me," he jokes, gesturing for you to sit down and enjoy the meal.
Liam: "Might I ask why you've got your laptop in the kitchen and you're wearing an apron?" you arrive home from work only to see your boyfriend talking to his laptop with your pink apron on his waist. He blushes and waves good-bye to the screen, shutting the laptop and walking over to you. "Well, I decided to cook you dinner and I got lonely so I decided to also do a twitcam," he smiles, leaning over and giving you a quick kiss before turning to resume his cooking. "Aw, that's sweet," you reply, watching him lift a covered pan from the oven and place it on the table. "But why are you wearing my apron?" He looks down as if remembering he'd been wearing it and starts to laugh, sliding it over his head. "Well, that was a dare," he admits, sliding the cover from the pan and scooping the stew into two bowls. "Well, you look good in pink, babe," you tease, sticking out your tongue and grabbing your bowl hungrily. "You look good in every color," he retorts somewhat cheesily, handing you a spoon and taking a fork for himself.
Zayn: "Jesus Christ! Why is the fire alarm going off?" You wake up from your nap with a start, the whole flat smells of smoke and the loud beeping is hurting your ears. Zayn is coughing in the kitchen, waving smoke away with a towel. "Sorry! I didn't mean to wake you up!" Zayn shouts, the smoke beginning to clear. You run over to the living room and slide open a window, taking a breath of fresh air. "What happened?" you ask, looking at the kitchen with concern. "Well I was trying to make you dinner-pizza-but I kind of put it in the oven too long and um," he gestures to the smoke hanging around the room and frowns. "Aw, baby, it's okay," you smile, leaning over and kissing his cheek. "From now on I banish you from using the oven." He blushes and grabs a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter from the cupboard. "How about we make PB & J for dinner? Doesn't involve ovens or dangerous objects," he suggests, waving the peanut butter jar in the air. "Sounds like a plan, my man," you sing-song, grabbing the jelly.
QOTD: Do you currently work? If so, what do you do?
A: I am currently working as a kennel staff at a dog training facility! I pretty much take care of tasks that you would your own dog. Bathing, walking, feeding, etc.
