Imagine - Niall

NIALL HORAN


#imagine you're at Niall's. You are there because you bet on who was gonna win a football match and you lost. Now you have to bake a cake for him, that's the deal. You knock the door a little bit nervous, on one hand wishing he's not home and on the other excited cause you're gonna spend your day with him. 
the truth is that you've only baked one cake in your whole life and the recipe was pretty easy. What if Niall picks a hard one? Or what if you ruin the cake and he cant help but to throw up? Ewww.
Suddenly the door opens and you see Niall with a big smile on his face. 
  "Hey, babe" he says happily. "Ready to cook for the winner?" he adds. You hug him.
  "Ha-Ha" you reply and walk in.
  "Where's my kiss?" you didnt give him one like you usually do. 
  "Well, as a winner you will have to wait. I bet you wont resist" you tell him.
  "Oooooh, are you challenging me?"
  "Maybe...." you smile. He thinks about it for a while, like if he was about to make the hardest decision. 
  "Deal" he finally says. 


You're in the kitchen now. He's checking some recipes out. He decides for a chocolate cake with a vanilla-strawberry cover. Not a difficult one, luckily.
You both take all ingredients out and you start baking while he just watches. Then he puts some music on and starts telling you about his day. After about 40 minutes you're almost done. You just have to put it in the oven. Yo have to wait for almost one hour and half according to the cookbook.
Meanwhile you decide to clean up the table. 
  "i think we took out too many ingredients" you say.
  "Yeah, i guess. I'll help you clean, so it's not that much" Niall answers. But wait..... You've just had a great idea. You raise an eyebrow and take a bunch of flour. You look at him playfully and he notices. 
  "Oh, no. You're not gonna..." you throw the flour at him before he can finish the sentence and you cant help but laugh. Half of his face is now all covered with that white dust.  Without even thinking too much, he takes a bottle of milk and pours it on your hair. 
  "OMG" you yell. "This is war". 
  "Okay...choose your weapon wisely". You think for a while, looking at all of the ingredients carefully. 
  "I choose the eggs" he makes a face.
  "Oh no, you wouldnt throw eggs at your boyfriend, would you?" you dont listen to him and you just start throwing the eggs at him while he throws other things at you. You're both laughing and having fun. Suddenly you hear some steps and realize some just arrived.
  "Niall, i'm home!" shouts his mom. "Is everything okay?"
  "Hi, mom!" he shouts back. "Yes, we're fine. Just cleaning up" He looks at you and without saying a word you understand that you better start cleaning everything up. 
While you're both cleaning, he cant take his eyes off of you and everytime you pass bye he tries to hold you and kiss you, but you keep reminding him of the bet, even though you do want him to kiss you.  When you're finally done with the messy kitchen he takes a step closer. 
  "You still have some food" he says. You wipe your whole face. He takes another step closer. "I meant on your mouth" he says looking right into your eyes while he grabs you and kisses you softly.  You sigh.
  "I didnt have anything, did I?" you ask. He shakes his head and you smile biting your lower lip. He smiles too and kisses you again.
  "I guess i lost" he whispers.
  "Who's the winner now?" you answer.
  "It's still me. I have the most amazing girl wrapped around my arms. I am the winner". You both look at each other for a long moment until suddenly you hear a *beep*.
  "Cake is ready" you say as he lets go of you.
  "I think i will have a new favorite dessert" he winks at you.


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