One Direction Preferences

39- Making Christmas cookies

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Louis: “Do you smell something burning?” He asks, looking up from his phone, apron still tied around his waist. Looking up from your book you sniff the air and cough a burnt smell of smoke and char filling your lungs. “Fuck, must be the cookies.” You gasp getting up quickly, pulling the hot pan from the over, tossing the pan on the stove. Waving your hand to clear the smoke, you sigh seeing blackened snowmen, stars and Santa Clause’s. “Look what you did Louis.” You pout as he gasps and laughs shaking his head, “Oh come on babe, you were supposed to be watching time.” Shaking your head quickly you pout, “Well either way these are ruined.” He chuckles and kisses your pouty lips, mumbling, “It’s alright, we can make more.”

Niall: You pressed out another cookie in the shape of a star as Niall came into the kitchen, smiling, “Smells fresh in here baby, what are ya making?” You smile seeing him reach for a cooler cookie out if the corner of your eye. “Just cookies for you babe, I know you like them, and I figured it would give you a nice holiday feel.” You smile as he takes a bite of one shaped like a tree. “That is if you leave enough to last a few days.” He laughs, grabbing a couple more in his hand. “You can always make me more right babe?” He smiles kissing your cheek as you scoff then giggle, tossing some flour on him, “Only if you help, babe.” He chuckles and shakes the flower out of his hair taking a bite of his cookies, nodding, “Sure.”

Harry: He stirred the bowl as you poured in a mixture of ingredients varying from milk, eggs and cinnamon all whisked together. “We should do this more often.” He says smiling at you. Nodding you smile, “I think I’d like that Haz, it’s a very tasty reward for spending time with you.” You laugh as he pouts, stirring the dough as it continued to thicken. “That’s mean of you to say. I think the real treat is me, and the cookies are just a consultation, a bonus if you will. You laugh and take the bowl from him, laying the dough out so he could flatten it. “Well I guess spending time with you isn’t that bad.” You smile as he laughs and starts to roll out the dough, “Oh shut up you.” He smiles as you laugh again, smiling, “Never.”

Zayn: You walk through the door, body aching badly from the days events, frowning when you smell something coming from the kitchen. There was no one else supposed to be here, Zayn was gone and you had the house to yourself. Quickly you grab an umbrella from next to the door, if anything you could use it to hurt the intruder. You walk in smelling something sweet, and savory, peeking around the corner, eyes widening when you see Zayn’s dark hair, and form standing at the counter sprinkling sugar on some cookies. “Zayn?” You ask as he smiles and turns around smiling, as you drop the umbrella and hug him tightly as he smiles, “I made you cookies.” You laugh and kiss his cheek, squeezing him tightly, “I missed you.” You smile as he kisses your head, “I missed you too.”

Liam: “Daddy, no! That one can’t have red sprinkles, it has to be green!” Your daughter shouts as Liam goes to sugar the cookies with red sprinkles. Fresh out of the oven, it was dubbed Liam’s responsibility to put sprinkles on the cookies, your job to roll the dough, and your daughters to use the cookie cutters to make different shapes. “Why does it have to be green?” he pouts, setting the sprinkles down, letting your daughter climb in his arms with the green sprinkles. “Cause that’s a tree silly.” She smiles shaking the bottle of green sprinkles. He laughs and smiles watching her, “You’re right baby, I’m sorry.” He smiles as she kisses his cheek telling him she loved him anyway, but that he would be relieved if his duties if he did it again.