One direction imagines and prefrences

Breakfast (niall)

Niall: It's beyond early and you're wide awake, as usual. The sun isn't quite up yet and the windows are still covered in frost from the biting weather outside. You know he's not one to wake up before noon but today is special. Christmas is just around the corner and he's finally on break from tour, home just in time for your three year anniversary. It isn't necessary to tread carefully towards the kitchen since the carpet muffles your footsteps. Dressed in only the button down he wore last night and your undies, you go on to pick out all the ingredients needed to start your little plan. Eggs, bacon, cheese, you name it, it's on top of the counter. You start with the eggs and move on progressively to the prepare the French toast. The sun hasn't risen yet and so you go on to fry the bacon. It doesn't occur to you that you accidentally left the bedroom door ajar and that the tantalizing smell of frying bacon will most definitely wake your slumbering boyfriend. Scratching his cheek, he follows the aroma only to find you slaving over the stove wearing his clothes. His smile is lazy but decidedly warm as he sneaks his way over to you. Lean arms wrap around your middle, surprising you slightly but not enough to prevent you from sagging into the loose embrace. The shirt sticks to his bare chest, kisses are pressed to the nape of your neck. There really is no need for words. The sun begins to rise while you eat, not affecting you in the slightest as the both of you go on to get lost in each other and this precious time you have together.