Imagine
Breakfast-
Author's Note: And here is the second one-shot of the series called Breakfast. So I know that this is not the best title for it but that's all I could think of at the time. If anything else comes to mind I'll change it. Not exactly how I wanted it to turn out but here it is. Posting one more tonight and then that's it for Imagine. Will start writing another one tomorrow and will have it posted. Updating Welcome Home tonight with two new chapters and a Torreno one-shot. Fun few hours ahead for me since all this is hand written and I'm the world's slowest typer. But I love you guys and it's worth it. I'll take any ideas you have. Love you all and hit that review button. ;)
Niall's P.O.V.
Standing on my tippitoes I scanned the cabinets one last time before I gave up my search for the cinnamon. I was currently making breakfast for the boys. We took turns and today was mine. With my amazing cooking skills I managed to make scrambled eggs, bacon, french toast, and blueberry pancakes. I knew that they would come pouring in as soon as the smell hit their noses. Grabbing a few plates from the cabin I set the table with forks and knives. The napkins were folded nicely in the shape of boats on the top of the tablecloth beside each glass filled with orange juice.
Mugs were filled to the brim with coffee or tea, depending who liked what. Walking over to the radio I cranked with knob up and soon got lost in the music. My 'kiss the chef' apron was on and I was jamming out to one of Demi Lovato's songs, having absolutely no shame. The pancakes were cooking in the pan and I tried one last time to look for the cinnamon but failed once again. Nearly forgetting what I had on the stove I rushed over, picking up my spatula in the proccess and flipping the pancakes over on one side. Relief rushes over me when i saw that they were a perfect shade of golden brown. "Looking for this?" A voice asked, literally giving me a heart attack.
I stumbled backwards onto the floor, catching myself on the cabinet handles before I completely fell on my ass. Looking back up at Harry I glared at him with cold eyes. He let out a low chuckle and held something in his hand. "God damnit Harry, why do you always have to do that?" I asked ignoring his previous question. He simply shrugged his shoulders and kept his stance against the counter. "Thank you." I said taking the cinnamon from him. "How long have you been standing there?" This time I wanted and answer from him, preparing for the embarrassment.
`"Long enough to see you dancing around in those skinny little jeans looking as sexy as ever." My cheeks burned a dark shade of red as I noticed the smirk on his face. Facing away from him I went back to cooking and relaxed as the atmosphere turned to a more quiet one. I suddenly felt a pair of hands wrapped around my waist. A low whisper filled my ears. "I know you have a little problem, and I want to help you fix it." He started nibbling on my ear well-knowing the effect it had on me. A moan dared to escape my lips and I felt Harry fiddling with my belt loop, waiting for his chance to jump me. I was about to give in when I remembered where we were and that anyone could walk in on us any minute. "Harry." I said pushing him away lightly. "What?"He groans, clearly not happy with my response.
His eyes held desire and mine must have reflected the samething because he tried reaching for me one more time. "Harry, don't you get it? Someone could see us! We can't do this there!" I said firmly trying to get my point striaght across. "I don't care, let them." Harry said with a more gentle tone. I was surprised by his response and didn't say anything further on the subject. "Since you're here can you help me with the tea? The tray is in the cabinet by the sink." He did as told without a word. I turned back to the stove and heard some rummaging behind me. When Harry walked past me he slapped my ass, hard, with his large hand. I jumped back in shock and saw the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He knew that it hurt me but did it anyway to rub it in my face. The night before we had sex and he took full advantage of me and now I couldn't walk normally for a few days. My arse hurt and he would make fun of me for it.
Pushing the thought aside I went back into reality. Harry inched his way forward and had pinned me against a drawer. He came closer to me and I couldn't back away any further unless I wanted to become a part of the kitchen itself. Pulling him slightly back I took this as my chance to get out of his grasp and ducked down. "Come on Niall, I just want to kiss the chef." With those words I gave him the strangest look I could muster, having no idea what he was going on about. Simply poiting to my apron I soon looked down and understood. "So can I have my kiss now or what?" I finally gave in to his somewhat begging and pecked him quickly on the lips. He looked rather disappointed by my lack of interest. I didn't know why I was acting like this, I did not want to feel this way towards my boyfriend.
Brushing past him I stacked the mugs onto the tray and handed it to him. "Take this into the living room and wake the others." I said not meeting his eyes. The pancakes were finished and I was adding the finishing touches a bouquet of flowers in the middle. My mouth began to water and I knew that we had a rule about eating together, but I couldn't resist much longer. I took a seat and dove right into breakfast. "Hang on." Harry's voice echoed off of the kitchen walls. "We never have breakfast or tea in the living room." He said in an all knowing tone. When he noticed me getting food on my plate he let out a laugh and a small howl. "Were you trying to distract me so you could eat breakfast alone?" He took my silence as an answer and his smile grew bigger. "You cheeky little monkey."
I could tell that he was in a sense impressed by my sneakiness. When he leaned in to kiss me this time I gave in for just a moment. I got lost in his touch but suddenly came back into reality when I felt him tilting his head to deepen the kiss. I gently dettached my lips from his and looked into his eyes. "Why do you keep doing this? Do you not like me anymore?" He asked me a sudden change in his voice. "No, of course I still like you Haz-" and I stopped myself. "Harry I'm just being careful." The answer I gave him was vague and the way his eye brows furrowed I knew he didn't understand. "What are you on about?" Not really wanting to give myself away I sighed and debated whether or not I should tell him. But his eyes held a pleading look and I resumed my stance.
"It's just that we agreed that we wouldn't come out yet. If you're not ready I don't want to push you or be the reason someone finds out. If we're all over each other Lou, Zayn, or Liam could walk in at any minute and find out. It isn't like I meant to push you away or anything. I just don't want you to be mad at me because they don't know and-" Harry interrupted my little rant mid-sentence. "They already know." My mind started racing as I proccessed what he has just told me. "W-what?" I asked in clear shock. "When?" Harry was unsure of my reaction so he paused before speaking again. "The first night we spent together." He said with such ease."But that was over a year ago. What happened?" I asked. "Well, after you fell asleep Lou came in asking for a pillow. He saw you and figured it out himself. He told the others and I made them promise and act lke they knew nothing until you were ready." I smiled upon learning this new bit of information. "You did this for me?" I asked.
No one had gone through this much trouble. He nodded his head yes. "Are you mad?" This time it was my turn to shake my head no. Wrapping my hands around Harry I smiled up at him sweetly and kissed him. It was filled with passion and love. Soon the silence was broken by the sound of doors closing and feet running down stairs. Intertwining our hands I stood by the doorway waiting for the others. "Niall nice job with breakfast, as always." Liam said upon entering with a warm smile. Zayn gave me a look of praise and approval, noticing I made his favorite food. "Did we miss anything lads?" Louis asked rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. I buried my face in the cook of Harry's neck and burst out laughing. He mirrored my actions and the others gave us strange looks. They simply shrugged their shoulders and went back to their food, happily chatting amongst each other.
Author's Note: Hoping this was better then the first one. I honestly don't know what it is just came to mind. The third one is all smut and Louis is in it as well, not saying anything more, other than that it's my favorite among the others I've written so far. It will be detailed but nothing too bad so if you have anything against gay people or bisexual people don't read it and I own nothing. Just fictional.. well I hope Narry isn't. Enough of my rambling onto the next one-shot we go! Bye lovelies.