One Shots

Emily&Niall

My finger runs down the list of ingredients as I bob my head to the music playing through my headphones. I had the recipe memorized, but it had become habit. I grab the egg, cracking it on the edge of the bowl, dumping the insides into the cookie mixture and tossing the shell into the garbage. I start mixing it in when I feel arms wrap around my waist causing me to jump. I let out a short scream, turning around and pulling out a headphone seeing Niall’s familiar face in front of me.

“You scared me” I exclaim, trying to slow down my heart rate. He grins reaching around me and dipping a finger into the cookie dough, popping it into his mouth.

“I knocked,” he says. “But you must not have heard me” he says grabbing the dangling headphone, twirling it in his fingers. I stick out my tongue at him but turn off my iPod, placing it to the side. In my momentary attention lapse, Niall once again reaches around me, swiping some more cookie dough.

“Hey” I say swatting his hand away as he laughs, popping the cookie dough into his mouth once more.  I give him a mock glare before sticking my fingers in the flour tub and flicking some flour onto his shirt. He looks down at his shirt in shock before the expression changes to mischievous as he looks back up at me.

“Oh no. Nuh uh” I say backing up hastily as I realize his plan. “Don’t you dare Niall” I add shaking my head, hands up in front of me as he grabs the vegetable oil. I let out a shriek turning and running but he wraps an arm around my waist pulling me back towards him and dumping it over my head. My hand immediately reaches out, grabbing the first thing it could, a carton of eggs. Niall lets out a laugh trying to wrestle them out of my grip but it’s to late and soon his hair is matted with egg yolk and shells. He shakes his head, sending the egg yolk flying out and I cover my face to prevent getting hit. He takes my moment of weakness to grab the cookie dough and scoop out a handful. My eyes widen as I see him advancing on me with the handful of cookie dough.

“Don’t you dare” I say backing up but my back hits the fridge and I’m cornered. Niall continues his advancement until he’s pressed up against me, pinning me to the fridge.

“I surrender you win. Just don—“ I start saying but it’s to late. He smears the cookie dough on my face. “I hate you,” I say jokingly.

“No you don’t” He grins nuzzling my face, some of the cookie dough rubbing off onto his face. I laugh, wiping some of it off his chin, popping it into my mouth. 

“You know we’ll have to clean all of this up right?” I say glancing around behind Niall at the mess we’d made.

“Yep” he says, not looking back, keeping his eyes on me, his arms around my waist. “We can start with you” he adds pressing his lips to my cheek kissing it while at the same time licking off the cookie dough, leaving a trail of these kisses until his lips finally press against mine.