"Guys, I'm hungry," Niall says.
I giggle, "Well, we'll have to fix that. What does everyone want?"
"You can cook?" Harry asks.
"Yep. Now what do you guys want?"
They all look around at each other. Like their trying to read each other;s minds. "How about," Louis starts, "chili?"
"Sounds good," Liam says.
"Sounds like a challenge. Show me the kitchen," I say with determination.
*An Hour Later*
My hair is up in a ponytail, and I've just putting the finished chili into five bowls. Then I take my apron off. A mere second later, Harry walks in. "Need me to take some to the boys?"
"Yes. Thank you."
"You're welcome. Um, our date, it's, erm, tomorrow."
"You have trouble talking to me. Why is that, Styles?" I look at him with a concerned look.
"Um, I'm not good with, erm, words." He gives me a small smile. "That, and you're the, um, prettiest girl I've, erm, ever met."
"You're too sweet."
He gives me a cheeky smile.
"Let's go give the boys dinner."
"Kay," Harry grabs three bowls, and I grab two. Then we go to the living room. Hand out the bowls, leaving one for ourselves, and sit down. Everyone takes a bite.
"This is really good," Niall compliments.
"It's delicious," Liam says.
"Thanks," I respond.
"Well, that's my little sis. An amazing cook."
"Thanks Lou. Looks like I beat the challenge."
We continue to eat and watch football. Once everyone's done, after going back for seconds (Niall goes back for thirds), I put the dishes in the dishwasher. While Niall goes and gets his guitar.