Harry: And he comes home prepared to order some carry out and watch the Titanic with you for the third time this week, but he opens the door to inhale something that smells delicious and he’s shocked to find you hovering over the stove cooking for him.
Liam: And he had known you were going to, the way you rushed him out of the flat to hang out with Louis for a few hours, your apron draped over your arm. So he went, to humor you, and when he got home to find a warm dinner on his table with candles, he wasn’t surprised too much.
Louis: And he expected it to be sort of terrible, because you couldn’t even cook microwave popcorn correctly in his mind, but when he tasted the dinner sitting in front of him, he was thoroughly surprised and went back for seconds and thirds in the first five minutes.
Niall: And being Niall, he would eat anything, but when he ate your dinner and it crunched in his mouth, he smiled awkwardly, trying to force it down with a glass of water, and going back for seconds just to see that beautiful smile, even if he had to eat the burnt dinner.
Zayn: And he couldn’t eat it, he just couldn’t, so he apologized and when the tears started to stain your face he jumped up, pulling you into his arms, promising you that it was okay, it was, and he would order some take out and you could cuddle on the couch for the rest of the night.
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One Direction Preferences
FanfictionOne Direction Preferences :) I saw a lot of these on tumblr and decided to add them for Wattpad readers (: None of them are mine unless I write that they are! So all credit goes to the writers!
