Harry: "Anything I can do?" you lean against the doorway and watch Harry and your mother chopping an stirring away at dinner. "No, no, no!" he shoos you away and kisses your cheek before returning to his cutting board. "You need to relax, rest, it's all taken care of." You bite back a smile and your mom quickly chimes in. "Sweetheart, the doctor said you need rest. Now, go and we'll call you when dinner is ready!" You willfully oblige and groggily return to the sofa. Maybe it kind of sucked being sick, but going back to your childhood home and having your boyfriend cook dinner for you with your mom was pretty adorable.
Niall: "I'm back from the store with dad!" you call out, stepping into your childhood home and looking for your mom. You and your dad had gone shopping for your mom's christmas presents while your mom stayed home and prepared for dinner. "Hi honey! We're in the kitchen!" she calls out and you quickly look to your dad to confusion. 'We'? Your heart pounds when you notice a familiar blonde carefully slicing tomatoes as your mom shows him the proper way. "I thought you were in London!" you squeal, throwing your arms around him and laughing as he gives you a kiss. "I was, but I flew here and I got here early so I was helping your mum cook," he grins, gesturing towards the food and utensils all over the counter. "You two knew about this, didn't you?" you roll your eyes with a smile and look at your parents as they nod. "Knew about it for weeks, sweetie."
Zayn: "What a masculine apron," you tease, watching Zayn stir a pot of stew while wearing your mom's sparkly pink apron. "Aw, leave him alone, he's a cutie," your mom insists with a laugh, getting bowls from the cabinets. "Don't mock the chef, I'll spit in your food," he teases, giving you a wink. "But is the apron really necessary?" you continue, sitting cross-legged at the kitchen table as you watch your mom and boyfriend cook. "I don't want to get food on my shirt, it's a nice shirt." You raise an eyebrow and he laughs, quickly shaking his head. "This is making me seem less and less masculine by the second." And with a quick step over towards you and a soft whisper so your mom doesn't hear, "But I'll change your mind later about that." is added on--leaving your heart beating a little faster.
Liam: "And now you add the flour," your mom instructs him, watching him carefully stir the bowl. "Liam, you don't have to do this, it's fine," you say for the tenth time, watching him carefully follow the recipe with your mom's help. "No, no, you said you wanted cookies like your mom used to make and I want to learn how to make them this way so when we go back home I can make them like this, too," he explains, cracking an egg into the bowl. "Aw, Liam, my future son-in-law you are a gem," your mom coos, ruffling his hair and making him blush. "At least let me help?" you offer, grabbing a whisk and leaning on the counter. "All right," he agrees, leaning over and giving you a quick kiss before passing you a bowl.
Louis: "I should make bets with you more often," you laugh, snatching a chocolate chip from the fresh-out-of-the-oven tray with a knowing smirk. "You should help me in the kitchen more often!" your mom exclaims, teasingly ruffling his hair. "Maybe I should bake with mum over here more often, I feel the love," he jokes, wrapping you and your mom in a hug. "And that bet was completely rigged. I definitely could've jumped over Niall with my skateboard if he hadn't moved!"
