Credit (mrsallaustralian)
Luke:
When Luke texted me not to worry about dinner that night, I had to admit I freaked out a little bit. I mean, he always has good intentions but he wasn't exactly handy in the kitchen. The first thing I noticed when I got back to the apartment was the fact that it there were no smoke alarms going off. That was a good sign; at least he wasn't setting the place on fire.
"Luke, honey?" I called from the living room.
"Don't come into the kitchen!" His voice sounded excited. "It's a surprise. Go sit in the dining room." I couldn't help but smile. I ran to our room to change out of work clothes before going to wait at the dinner table. A few minutes passed and I hadn't heard a peep from him. "(Y/N). I think I did something wrong." I went into the next room to see Luke poking a knife at a raw chicken. "I don't understand. I followed all of the instructions from my phone." Looking up, I realized his mistake and tried not to laugh immediately.
"Sweetheart. What is the main thing you need to cook a chicken? Besides the chicken itself." He turned to follow my gaze. His jaw dropped.
"I forgot to turn the oven on."
"You forgot to turn the oven on." I almost started to laugh before I noticed his frown forming. "Baby, it's okay. We can have chicken tomorrow."
"But I wanted to surprise you. I made the worst mistake." I hated seeing him upset. I pushed up on my tip toes to give him a light peck on the cheek.
"It was lovely of you to try. We're going to have some leftovers from last night. Tomorrow we're going to make a wonderful dinner together." His face lit up.
"Are you sure?" He sounded like a child. It was so characteristic of him, so endearing.
"Yes I'm sure. I love you." Luke bent down to give me a quick kiss.
"I love you too, so much. Let's heat up some food. I'm starving."
Ashton:
It never ceased to amaze you whenever Ashton did something romantic. Whether it be a few roses after a bad day or just an unspoken cuddle session when he knew you needed him, he was always working to make me happy. When the day came that I lost my first job out of college, he told me not to worry and that everything would be okay by tomorrow. I arrived home tired and angry with a few tears still on my lashes. Opening the door, I noticed flower petals littering the ground.
"Ash. Are you home?" I heart a small crash and a muttered cuss.
"I am here. Follow the flowers." Shaking my head a little, I notice they lead to our bedroom. "Just go sit on the bed. I'll be there in just a minute." I kicked off my heels and put my box of supplies from the office on the ground. I sat down on the bed just in time for the door to fly open. Ashton walked in with a small, waiter style tray and a big grin on his face.
"What is this?" He plopped himself down on the bed next to me and sat the tray in front of us."
"This is dinner. Cooked it myself. We have wine too." He looked around. "Wait. I forgot the wine." Ashton stood up quickly and sped off to the other room. I looked down in front of me. He made some kind of pasta dish. He had always been a pretty good cook. With a nice looking bottle and two glasses in his hands, Ashton returned to the room. He just looked so excited that I had felt guilty bursting into tears in front of him. He jumped to my side and put his arms around me. "Don't cry. Babe, everything is going to be okay." I sniffled.
"No it won't. We can't afford this. I have no job." He wiped the tears from my eyes and held my face to look at him.
"(Y/N). I can promise that we will be okay. You will find a job, and I will always be here. We can get through this. It was only your first job. You know I love you so much. Please smile." He was so sincere. I put together a small smile to make him happier. It worked instantly, a huge grin spreading from ear to ear appeared on his face. "Thank you. Now, babe. Please eat this. It's going to get cold, and then I'll be crying too." He pressed a kiss to my forehead. Even though everything was rough, I knew it was going to be okay as long as I had him by my side.
Calum:
I knew that something was up when I came home to the apartment smelling of a fresh cooked meal. Calum was horrible in the kitchen. I stepped cautiously into the dining room.
"(Y/N)! I made you dinner. It's gonna be amazing. Come sit!" He took my purse and pulled out a chair for me. Despite my worry, I couldn't help but smile and the huge grin he was sporting. His dimples made him look so innocent. I knew better than to trust it. He walked to the kitchen and returned with two plates with salad. Okay. Salad. That is safe. He couldn't possibly manage to mess that up. As expected, it was just an average salad. We talked about our day and had a cute conversation. After that, he brought out two plates with what looked like some kind of fancy looking steak dish on it. He started eating immediately until noticing I hadn't touched it. "Why aren't you eating?" I looked at the plate and then back at him.
"You can't cook," I stated simply.
"I did tonight."
"But you can't cook." He sighed deeply.
"(Y/N) eat the food." Suspicion growing, I decided to listen to Calum and just try it. I was completely baffled by the amazing taste of it.
"Wow, Cal. I'm impressed. This is actually very good." His smile widened.
"Good, because the nice restaurant down the street cooked it." He burst into laughter. I gave him a light hit on the shoulder. He followed up with a big kiss on the cheek. "I can't believe you thought for even a second that I could do this."
"Oh my gosh. Just let me eat this plate of lies." He laughed again. "Thank you for buying a nice, home cooked meal."
"Shut up, you love me." His laughter subsided a little as he returned to his food.
"Yeah I do."
Michael:
I was at work when a text from my boyfriend lit up my phone. "Got out of rehearsal early. I'm making us food tonight."
"You don't cook," I replied.
"Babe, I got this." When I got home, the first thing I noticed was a horrible burning smell, but no smoke alarm. I dropped my bag and ran to the kitchen where Michael was sitting calmly.
"Sweetheart," I started calmly. "What did you do?" He grinned.
"Okay. So I tried to make chicken fingers and make and cheese. But the pasta stuck to the pot, and I couldn't get it off at all. Then I might have accidentally set the chicken fingers on fire in the oven."
"Michael. How do you even set frozen chicken fingers on fire?" I wasn't even mad at him, just genuinely amazed and curious. He shrugged.
"I have a talent. But don't worry fair maiden, I have solved the crisis of our dinner. I got us a pizza." We laughed for a bit and then settled down to some TV with dinner. After we put the leftovers in the fridge, I noticed the pile of pots and pans in the sink.
"Did you just leave these here?"
"I told you I couldn't get it to come off. I assumed you knew how to." I sighed.
"You made it worse by leaving it here! You didn't even let the pot soak. Come on; you're helping me with these." I turned on the water and waited for it to heat up while grabbing some gloves from under the sink. What I didn't notice was Michael pouring a large amount of dish soap into the pot. Once I found the gloves, I lifted my head to see bubbles starting to pour our of the pot.
"Michael Clifford what did you do?" He grabbed a fist full of bubbles and blew them out of his hand onto my shirt.
"I made it better." Figuring that two could play at that game, I filled my hands with the bubbles and squished it into his hair. "Oi! Not the hair!" Quickly he retaliated and it became the bubble war of the year. Before we even realized, we were both soaked and the dishes had still not been done. We were sat on the ground unable to quit laughing. Once he could catch his breath, Michael turned to me. "That was so worth not doing the dishes." I looked up at him and smiled.
"I'm glad you think so. Because you get to finish them while I take a shower." I stood up and started to walk away.
"Babe." I ignored him. "Babe!" He ran up behind me and lifted me into the air in a hug. "Can I at least come shower with you?" I couldn't deny his goofy smile.
"Fine, but come quickly before I change my mind." He let go of me and sprinted towards the shower. Even though he was such a dork, he was my dork.
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