The new neighbors were moving in today, and being the nice person you were, you were making cookies to welcome them. You had finished mixing the batter and walked over to the sink to rinse your hands. By the time you turned back around, the bowl was half empty and Niall was standing with his mouth full of cookie dough. “Seriously, Niall? I told you twenty minutes ago not to touch that.” You said tiredly, sick of not being able to cook anything without it being half gone by the time it’s done. “What?” he asked thickly, his mouth still full. “I was making those for the neighbors.” You said, trying to keep calm. He gave you a strange look. “We have neighbors?” he asked, confused. “YES NIALL. WE DO HAVE NEIGHBORS AND YOU MIGHT KNOW THAT IF YOU WERE EVER HOME!” You felt horrible as you screamed this, knowing that all the pent up feelings you had were coming out because of such a trivial thing as eaten cookie dough. “Babe, you know I have to work.” he said, trying to be rational despite the fact that you were yelling. “WORK WORK WORK. WHEN YOU AREN’T THERE YOU’RE HERE, STILL TALKING ABOUT IT. NOT SPENDING TIME WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND BEFIRE YOU HAVE TO GO BACK!” Niall was starting to get mad now, too. “WELL EXCUSE ME FOR WORKING CRISTINA! IT’S NOT LIKE I CAN JUST QUIT! YOU CAN’T JUST QUIT A BAND! I WANT TO BE HERE WITH YOU BUT I JUST CAN’T, OK!?! I HAVE A DEDICATION TO THE BOYS AND THE BAND AND THE FANS!” You felt a tear drip down your cheek. Niall bolted over towards you. “No baby please don’t cry.” He said softly, wrapping his arms around your waist. You felt yourself being lifted up into the edge of the counter. “I’m sorry Niall. I just… I just..” He wiped away your tear. “I know. And I’m sorry Cristina. I really am. I always want to be here. Always. But with the new album and the tour it’s hard. But I swear, I try.” “Really?” you asked, looking up at him. “Yes. Really. Why wouldn’t I want to spend time with someone as amazing as you?” You could feel yourself blush. He took your chin in his hand and very gently pressed his lips to yours. “All better?” he murmured, his lips making their way down your jaw. “Yes.” you giggled. “Good.” he said, just before his lips crashed onto yours. His hand was in the small of your back, pressing you against his chest. You wrapped your legs around his waist and put your hands on his neck. His tongue traced your bottom lip as he picked you up and carried you down the hallway to your bedroom, never breaking the kiss, cookies forgotten.
(via imgTumble)zayn casually sleeping
niall and harry just being badasses standing on the bumper cars..
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parents: why are you awake so early
me: who said i went to sleep
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My eyes are the same color as his. Just realized that. #theworldneededtoknowOh, okay. Not like I wanted to bREATHE or anything.
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onedirectionloveandotherdrugs:
Niall omfg
he’s awkward like us
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