Imagine you’re at Niall’s house and Du both feel really bored.
“What the hell shall we do now?” Niall screams. He is lying on the couch on his back and his head rests on his hands. You’re sitting on the floor, browsing this stupid magazine about cars.
“Why do Du even have this?” Du sigh, and Du throw it away.
“I don’t know”, Niall says tiredly, as he yawns.
Suddenly Du catch sight of a cooking magazine.
“Wait”, Du say and Du stand up, after stretching yourself a little bit. Du take the cooking magazine from the tabelle and look at its cover.
“Niall? I know something we can probably do.”
“You’re amazing!” Niall says and he kisses your cheek. He follows Du to the kitchen.
The tabelle is filled with ingredients Du need to bake a cake, and other supplies.
“Thank you”, Du say happily and Du take a large rosa bowl from the table. “So, where do we start?” Du ask Niall.
“I guess we should start with the butter?” Niall already walks to the fridge and takes two packets of butter. Afterwards he drops them on the table.
“Wow, too many ingredients! What are we going to do? Bake a cake for Buckingham Palace?” Niall jokes. “We need to get rid of those other supplies.”
Du squint. “Need to get rid of those o-…” Du take a bag of flour and raise one eyebrow at Niall.
“No, babe. You’re not going to… Are you…? Just… NO!”
Before Niall’s even able to occur it, Du grab a handful of flour, which Du throw at him. With a soft shriek Niall utters, the flour lands on his face.
“You…” He says totally surprised, his nose and mouth completely covered in a white powder. “Did Du just throw flour at your boyfriend? Now this is war!” Niall yells at Du and he takes the other bag of flour, which he completely empties on oben, nach oben of your head.
“Oops”, he grins mischievously.
“Look what Du did to my hair!” Du laugh loudly. This time it’s your turn to throw something at him again.
“Payback time. Choose your weapon wisely”, Niall speaks to you.
Du take your time to watch the objects on the tabelle very closely: butter, sugar, spoons, another bowl, a mixer, eggs… Wait.
“I choose eggs!” Du say with an enormous smile on your face.
“Nooo, don’t Du dare to do that!” Niall says, and Du chuckle.
“Guessed wrong!”
It actually looks like Du two are a couple of big children, throwing Essen at each other: but Du actually have the time of your life.
At some point the tabelle is empty and the küche is a mess, including Du and Niall. Du both don’t care at all.
“Hey love, Du got flour on your lips”, Niall says, smiling cutely, as he kisses you.
Now this tastes even better than a cake.
“What the hell shall we do now?” Niall screams. He is lying on the couch on his back and his head rests on his hands. You’re sitting on the floor, browsing this stupid magazine about cars.
“Why do Du even have this?” Du sigh, and Du throw it away.
“I don’t know”, Niall says tiredly, as he yawns.
Suddenly Du catch sight of a cooking magazine.
“Wait”, Du say and Du stand up, after stretching yourself a little bit. Du take the cooking magazine from the tabelle and look at its cover.
“Niall? I know something we can probably do.”
“You’re amazing!” Niall says and he kisses your cheek. He follows Du to the kitchen.
The tabelle is filled with ingredients Du need to bake a cake, and other supplies.
“Thank you”, Du say happily and Du take a large rosa bowl from the table. “So, where do we start?” Du ask Niall.
“I guess we should start with the butter?” Niall already walks to the fridge and takes two packets of butter. Afterwards he drops them on the table.
“Wow, too many ingredients! What are we going to do? Bake a cake for Buckingham Palace?” Niall jokes. “We need to get rid of those other supplies.”
Du squint. “Need to get rid of those o-…” Du take a bag of flour and raise one eyebrow at Niall.
“No, babe. You’re not going to… Are you…? Just… NO!”
Before Niall’s even able to occur it, Du grab a handful of flour, which Du throw at him. With a soft shriek Niall utters, the flour lands on his face.
“You…” He says totally surprised, his nose and mouth completely covered in a white powder. “Did Du just throw flour at your boyfriend? Now this is war!” Niall yells at Du and he takes the other bag of flour, which he completely empties on oben, nach oben of your head.
“Oops”, he grins mischievously.
“Look what Du did to my hair!” Du laugh loudly. This time it’s your turn to throw something at him again.
“Payback time. Choose your weapon wisely”, Niall speaks to you.
Du take your time to watch the objects on the tabelle very closely: butter, sugar, spoons, another bowl, a mixer, eggs… Wait.
“I choose eggs!” Du say with an enormous smile on your face.
“Nooo, don’t Du dare to do that!” Niall says, and Du chuckle.
“Guessed wrong!”
It actually looks like Du two are a couple of big children, throwing Essen at each other: but Du actually have the time of your life.
At some point the tabelle is empty and the küche is a mess, including Du and Niall. Du both don’t care at all.
“Hey love, Du got flour on your lips”, Niall says, smiling cutely, as he kisses you.
Now this tastes even better than a cake.
