Harry - he’s never more interested in the food than he is in you. His favourite line is that he’s hungry for you rather than the eggs your’re frying, which he growls against the jugular in your neck before clamping down on your skin hotly.
You giggle when he says it, your concentration on the meal before you wavering. He’s always placing his hand over yours as you chop, palm to palm running up and down. “You have no idea how hot you look when you’re cooking,” he whispers in your ear, standing behind you, his body aligned with yours against the bench.
Liam - he’s always opening the jars for you. And you’re not ashamed to hand them over, wincing at the bubble and pop of blisters as he twists the jar for you and eases the lid off like it’s effortless for him.
"I loosened it for you," you always tease, before he kisses your hand and the sore, red spot where you tried. You spoon the contents of the jar into the pan you’re stirring, and he stands behind you, knowing that no matter how many jars he opens, he’ll never be as good a cook as you.
Louis - he’s never been in the kitchen and not started a food fight with you. He can’t help it. Your picture-perfect nose with specks of flour all over it is the most amazing thing for him to see.
"You… ah, got a little something there," he flicks more flour across your face and points to your lower lip. He leans in and licks the white powder away with eyes closed. For the moment, all he does is distract you from baking the cookies, brushing flour from your skin with the backs of his thumbs, but a minute later, he’s back to cracking an egg over your head and chasing you around the room with the batter, "you’re so gonna get it," he growls, and eventually captures you in his arms, a fit of giggles drenched in sweet, runny cookie mix.
Zayn - he’s always watching you cook, fascinated by the method and the little gestures and the way you always poke your tongue out when you’re concentrating whilst reading the recipe. He steals you away from the stir-fry every few minutes to kiss you lightly, and taste the food you’ve been testing that still rests on your lips daintily.
"Mmm, can’t wait for this," he murmures every time he gets to know what’s in store for the evening. You can never tell if he’s talking about the food or you, though, because the way his eyes follow you as you cross to the fridge make you wonder what he’s really waiting for as he perches down on the kitchen stool.
Niall - he’s always taste-testing for you. You love to experiment in the kitchen and he loves to be there to say yay or nay, whatever the flavour tells him. More often than not, he’ll take you by the waist and sit you on his lap, lie and say it’s delicious even if he’s struggling to keep it down.
"You’re such an amazing cook," he’ll always tell you, "I love whatever you come up with." You bite your lip, anxious about the concoction that’s swirling in the pot over the stove, but he reassures you, bringing your lips to his to tip flavour into your mouth and prove to you just how delicious what you’re making really is, and just how amazing you really are.
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One Direction Prefrences and Imagines
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