A/n- I'm super cereal about this, I'm going to a 1D CONCERT GRJEOFWIPODS
Ashton: “Um, babe?” You call as you enter the kitchen, watching as streams of smoke exit the toaster. “Yeah?” Ashton calls back, running into the kitchen. You turn and look at him, watching as his jaw drops and he runs forward. “Holy, I’m so sorry! I was trying to make you toast… You know, your favorite?” He explains as he unplugs the toaster and extracts the burnt toast. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, Ash.” You tell him, just as the fire alarms go off.
Calum: “Your toast sucks.” Calum tells you, making a face as he bites into the whole grain bread you had toasted and buttered for breakfast. “Well, maybe if you actually made your own breakfast, you’d like it.” You tell him, kissing his cheek. Calum rolled his eyes and took another bite. “Yeah, but then I’d have to make it. And we all know how that will turn out.” You let out a laugh as you slide another piece of toast into the toaster. “Yeah, you’d probably set the world on fire and kill hundreds of people.”
Luke: “I don’t believe you.” You tell him, taking the bread out of the bread drawer. “It’s true babe, I make amazing toast.” “No, I refuse to believe you. I definitely make better toast than you.” Luke hugs you from behind and whispers into your ear, “Fine, then let’s have a contest.” You nod yes, and within ten minutes both of you are finished toasting and buttering. When you taste test it, you have to agree that Luke makes the better toast. “So, I think I get a prize for this.” Luke says, picking you up and carrying you out of the kitchen.
Michael: “How do you do it?” He asks, taking a bite out of the toast, face in awe. “Michael I’ve made toast for years and you’ve eaten it, why are you just asking now why it’s so great?” You ask, laughing as he furiously bites into the toast. “Well, I had to live with Ashton’s ‘lightly burnt’ toast for the whole month of the Europe leg of the tour, so now I fully realize how amazing it is to have someone so toastfully talented.” He explains, kissing you on the mouth. “Love you too, Mikey.” You laugh as he continues to eat your toast.