It was a chilly Saturday afternoon when you were stood in the kitchen, following a recipe to bake cookies for yourself and Niall. Tilting the clear bowl, you used the wooden spoon in your hand to mix the ingredients throughly, your arms beginning to ache when you felt Niall approach behind you. Gently, he placed a hand on either side of your waist, resting his head on your shoulder and placing soft kisses along your cheek.
"Do you need help Princess?" He mumbled into your neck.
"Please. Just keep stirring the mix until it's smooth," you instructed him with a smile, stepping aside to let Niall do some work.
"Got it!" He said eagerly before spending the next ten minutes in the kitchen, doing as you asked.
"How many chocolate chips do you want in the cookies Ni?" You asked, pulling out a bag of chocolate from the nearby cupboard.
"A lot!" He exclaimed with a grin, causing you to laugh.
"Of course baby, if you go and wait in the living room then the cookies should be done in about 25 minutes," you told him before placing the dough on a flat tin tray, pushing them into the oven.
About half an hour later, you made your way over to Niall, placing a plate of cookies in his lap. Without a second thought, he grabbed a cookie and took a large bite, instantly realising his mistake.
"Ouch, their hot!" He whined, dropping the sweet biscuit back onto the plastic plate.
"Of course they are! They just came out of the oven!" You laughed hysterically, watching as Niall panted, feeling the burn in his mouth.
"Hey! Not funny!" He chuckled, unable to do anything but smile.
As your fits of laughter continued, Niall couldn't help but copy your behaviour and giggle uncontrollably. The two of you sat on the sofa for a few more minutes, waiting for the cookies to cool down before you both started to eat and turned on the TV to watch some movies.
