One Direction Preferences And Imagines

#6 He Makes Food For You But Fails (P.)

He Attempts To Make Food For You but Fails

Harry: "Babe?" You questioned, giggling as he places his his hands on your back. He gently pushes you out of the kitchen as you laughed. "Y/N! Come on! It's a surprise!" He whined, stomping his feet like a little kid. You giggled as you nodded. "Okay. Okay. Fine" You went back to the livingroom, dropping yourself on the couch. You read a few pages of your new magazine when you heard Harry groan. "What's going on there?" You asked, standing up to your feet. "Uhh.. Nothing!" He stuttered. You shake your head and enter the kitchen, seeing him rushing around. "What happened?" You asked, going to him. He stood in front of the stove where you were heading. He raIsed his arms in a shield kind of way. "Nooo" He shook his head. "Harry. Come on. You're obviously having trouble in cooking" You commented, swooping down his arm. You quickly turned off the stove, seeing the burnt vegetables and all. "I'm not having trouble in cooking. I'm having trouble cooking the dish you love" He defended himself, poking the potato, making it bob. "You don't have to cook my favorite food. All you cook for me is all delicious and they're all my favorite" You said, wrapping your arms around his waist from the front. 

Louis: "Okay. Okay. Celery? I don't have any celery. Babe, did we buy any celery at the store?!" Louis called out, obviously panicking. You stand up from the seat on your dining table and head towards him. "You don't have to put it in. The food will live even if you don't put in one vegetable" You  assured. "But I want it to be perfect" He whined. "Louis, trust me. Everything you do is perfect" You smiled and pecked his lips. "You know that makes me feel better but it didn't bring the food to perfection" He said. You giggled. "I don't care" He smiled and turned back to the stove. "Okaay. No celery. Next ing- Ah!" He cut himself off by screaming. The pot suddenly bubbles up. You sighed and turned off the stove completely. "I stand corrected. Everything you do is perfect, just not cooking" You joked. He pouted. "Hey!" 

Niall: "Ta-Da!" Niall grinned, waving his hand after he placed the plate full of food in front of you on the table. "Wow. You cooked?" You giggled, attempting to stab the meat with your fork. "Yeah. Just.. um. I kinda failed" He blushed, embarrassed. To make him feel better, you attempt to eat the hard meat. It's too salty and hard, of course. "Um.. Is it okay?" Niuall asked. You gave him a thumbs-up, your eyes twitching as you swallow it down. You grab a glass of water, chugging it down. "I'm the worst cook eveer" Niall said. Yoiu choked on your water, leading you to a coughing fit. "Princess. Come on. Okay. Okay" Niall said as he pats your back, patiently waiting for you stop coughing your lungs out. "Next time, I'll just hire us a private chef" Niall sighed. 

Liam: "How do you do that?" He asks as you knead the dough. You shrugged. "Just.. flip and fold" You answered. "Can I try?" He grinned. You nodded and stepped aside. "Remember, okay? Flip and fold" You instructed, mixing the batter you had. "Flip and fold. FF Flip and fold" Liam chuckled to himself as he murmured the words. After a few minutes, you dtopped mixing the batter and turned to him. "Oh my gosh, what are you doing?!" You gasped, seeing him frying a part of the dough. "Umn. I just.. want to try it out" He stuttered, eyes wide. You know you can never be a mad at him so you quickly softened, walking over towards him. "I wanna try what dough tastes like"He smiled, taking the fried dough out of the pan and into the cutting board. He places it on a spoon, too hot to touch. "Try" He grinned, pointing the spoon towards you. You shake your head, smiling. "You first. You made it" He nodded and carefully bite a small part, lifting his lips apart as far as possible from the hot dough to avoice getting his lips heated. He started chewing, his face molding into a 'what-the' face. "It tastes like... nothing" He said. You giggled. "It's because you didn't put the batter, babe"

Zayn: "What the hell is a 'manok'? Zayn asked as his eyes trailed down the pages of the cooking book "Why the hell would you even buy a foreign cookbook?" You laughed, shaking your head. "It's English on the front!" He defended, showing the book to you. "Know what? Come 'ere" He grabbed your hand and pulled you to the kitchen. "Translate, okay?" He smiled. "Why can't you just cook the dishes you know?" You giggled. "Because I like a challenge" He answered. "Okay. What's 'sibuyas'?" *** "It looks exactly the same but the tastes seems.. bad" Zayn said, looking down at the plate of food. "I don't know! I was just translating!" You defended. "Yeah. I know. It's me" "Taste it then" You challenged. "What?" He asked. "Taste" He said. He sighed and nodded, picking up a spoon. He scooped a piece of chicken andf put it in his mouth. "It's so sour" He said through his scrunched up face.