Imagine you’re at Niall’s house and te both feel really bored.
“What the hell shall we do now?” Niall screams. He is lying on the divano on his back and his head rests on his hands. You’re sitting on the floor, browsing this stupid magazine about cars.
“Why do te even have this?” te sigh, and te throw it away.

“I don’t know”, Niall says tiredly, as he yawns.
Suddenly te catch sight of a cooking magazine.
“Wait”, te say and te stand up, after stretching yourself a little bit. te take the cooking magazine from the tavolo and look at its cover.
“Niall? I know something we can probably do.”

“You’re amazing!” Niall says and he kisses your cheek. He follows te to the kitchen.
The tavolo is filled with ingredients te need to bake a cake, and other supplies.
“Thank you”, te say happily and te take a large rosa bowl from the table. “So, where do we start?” te ask Niall.
“I guess we should start with the butter?” Niall already walks to the fridge and takes two packets of butter. Afterwards he drops them on the table.
“Wow, too many ingredients! What are we going to do? Bake a cake for Buckingham Palace?” Niall jokes. “We need to get rid of those other supplies.”
te squint. “Need to get rid of those o-…” te take a bag of flour and raise one eyebrow at Niall.
“No, babe. You’re not going to… Are you…? Just… NO!”
Before Niall’s even able to occur it, te grab a handful of flour, which te throw at him. With a soft shriek Niall utters, the flour lands on his face.
“You…” He says totally surprised, his nose and mouth completely covered in a white powder. “Did te just throw flour at your boyfriend? Now this is war!” Niall yells at te and he takes the other bag of flour, which he completely empties on superiore, in alto of your head.
“Oops”, he grins mischievously.
“Look what te did to my hair!” te laugh loudly. This time it’s your turn to throw something at him again.
“Payback time. Choose your weapon wisely”, Niall speaks to you.
te take your time to watch the objects on the tavolo very closely: butter, sugar, spoons, another bowl, a mixer, eggs… Wait.
“I choose eggs!” te say with an enormous smile on your face.
“Nooo, don’t te dare to do that!” Niall says, and te chuckle.
“Guessed wrong!”
It actually looks like te two are a couple of big children, throwing Cibo at each other: but te actually have the time of your life.
At some point the tavolo is empty and the cucina is a mess, including te and Niall. te both don’t care at all.
“Hey love, te got flour on your lips”, Niall says, smiling cutely, as he kisses you.
Now this tastes even better than a cake.