Hello, Mr. Impossible

Chapter 10

I seriously want some action to start. xD Sorry if i've been dragging you along like toilet paper on the back of someone's foot. x3 I like that simile. Might use it one of these times :P Anyways, there's going to be some Niall-Liam-Ariella action ;PPP

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I stirred the sweet, tangy sauce in the bowl around and around until I was positive the ingredient's were mixed together exquisitely. I couldn't wait to see Niall's face once he tried my secret recipe; Honey Barbeque Chicken wings.

Just then Niall stumbled down the steps; dramatically sniffing the air.

"Hmm . . ." Niall says, putting a hand up to his chin.

"What?" I ask, popping my head out of the kitchen with the bowl wrapped around my hands.

He scrunches his nose and takes another whiff of the air.

"Does it smell bad?" I laugh, unconvinced that he could think that.

"I'll be the judge of that." he sneers, snatching the bowl from my hands and poking in a finger; drawing it up to his face.

"No you don't!" I snap, whipping the bowl - carefully - out of his hands, and licking his finger.

"Eww!" Niall roars, quickly rubbing his contaminated finger on his slacks.

"Do I have cooties or something?" I giggle.

"Sure do!" Niall drawls, laughing along with me.

"Hmmph." I pretend to act sad, storming off back into the kitchen.

"No! I'm kidding!" Niall bleats, chasing after me. I laugh and face him, smirking.

"Why did the lord make me gullible?" asks Niall with a pout playing on his full, light pink lips.

"So I could play jokes on you all the time." I muse, eying him before I start drizzling the sauce over the chicken wings.

I had been spending time with One Direction for two weeks, and I had a new inside joke with one of the boys every day. I was still surprised that the Press hadn't discovered me staying with the lads. I must hide myself very well.

"I highly doubt that's the reason why he made me such a kind, sensitive, and might I add attractive young lad." marvels Niall, smiling uncontrollably at me.

"Oh gosh, I'm starting to think the fame's getting to you." I laugh, my back facing him as he aimlessly walks around in the kitchen waiting for dinner to finish up.

"It has. And millions of girls telling me they want to get in my pants everyday doesn't help either." Niall comments, laughing loudly.

"Wonder why you're such an airhead." I hiss, adding a laugh at the end.

"Har. Har. Har." Niall laughs sarcastically.

I smile to myself and stack the Chicken Wings on to an oversized plate.

"Mind taking these to the table?" I ask Niall. He nods eagerly and takes the plate gingerly from my hands and speed-walks out of the kitchen.

"Hey! If I catch you eating any of those before dinner I'm going to chop off your head!" I yell but hopelessly slump against the sink. I wouldn't be surprised if he had already ate half of them. No, he probably already ate all of them.

Just then Harry saunters into the kitchen.

"I smelt something delightful while I was upstairs. Please tell me Niall hasn't already ate all of it?" Harry whines, crossing his arms and giving me his puppy dog face.