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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2015 5:56:03 GMT
Niall I DON'T ASK FOR MUCH I AM MY OWN MAN AND I MAKE MY OWN LUCK | When it came to luck? Well, that just wasn't something that was ever on Niall's side. No matter how hard he tried or how careful he was, something would always manage to mess up. The lid to the blender wouldn't be on tight enough and the fruit he'd been pureeing would be a mess on the tiled floor. One of the pieces to the mixer would be too loose, causing it to fall of it's spinning counter part and paint the walls with the batter it had been mixing. A gentle knock of an elbow to the left into the shelf holding the dyes and the frosting he was tinting a pastel pink was suddenly a mosaic of reds, greens, and blues. Ten minutes on the ice and one bad idea later (he swears it would have been cool if they could have pulled it off, and he blamed Serena for the poor execution), Niall and his date end up in the back of an ambulance with a broken ankle and sprained wrist. The aftermath hadn't been cheeky either. Serena's dad hadn't been too pleased with the news of his daughter's accident at the hands of an eager boy. To say the least, the two men had a long chat and Niall was terrified of the man from here on out.
It was dually noted to never get on the man's bad side. Again.
So from that day forth, Niall had been careful. Knowing how unlucky he could get, he set out precautions to make sure nothing too bad happened. He would talk to her dad before dates, listen to all the rules and curfews- and on the dates, he would tend to her still injured ankle. For once, luck was on his side that his wrist had only been sprained and healed quickly enough that he didn't have to keep stale cakes out for too long.
A month out from the accident, Niall scrambled behind the counter of his bakery. Payne was out on a supply run, and he was expecting Serena any time now. Hiding all sharp objects and shoving anything that may be a tripping hazard, he was essentially baby-proofing the place so his girlfriend wouldn't hurt herself further as she hobbled about the shop.
Once upon a time, he'd been the fun guy. Now, he was constantly paranoid and equally flirty. |
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Post by Serena Swift on Jun 21, 2015 18:33:12 GMT
A swipe of blusher and Serena wondered how this had all begun. Ah, she remembered, she'd been looking for Clara and Niall had offered to help and well, they'd hit it off, although them both being outrageously flirty may have helped. A touch up on her mascara and Serena glanced down at her ankle, it was piratically healed now but the doctor still said to 'be careful' blah blah blah. The worst part of it had to be Serena's father's reaction, it was safe to say he hadn't been too please but at least her hadn't stopped her from seeing Niall. That wouldn't have stopped her though, she could be very sneaky if she needed or wanted to be. It definitely hadn't slipped Serena's noice that Niall and her dad had long talks before each date and in many ways Serena found it sweet, almost as sweet as Niall's cakes.
Speaking of cakes, Serena needed to get going.
Reaching the bakery about 15 minutes later, Serena pushed the door open, she'd recently managed to ditch her crutches so getting around was easier, just limp-y still. "Ah, is that my cheeky little cupcake I see?" Serena teased, door shutting behind her as she (slowly) made her way towards Niall, resting her arms up the counter, Serena leaned forward and gave him a small kiss on the side of his lips, not giving it much thought but enjoying it nonetheless. "So, what are we making today? Or at least attempting to make?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2015 5:57:17 GMT
Niall I DON'T ASK FOR MUCH I AM MY OWN MAN AND I MAKE MY OWN LUCK | “Cupcake?” Niall called at her accusingly, as if the term actually offended him. Pressing the frosting coated fingertips of his right hand over his heart, he feigned shock and defended himself by saying, “I’m definitely a whole cake. Like, Devil’s Food Cake, because I’m so enticing and smooth. Not just some pansy cupcake.” Puffing his chest out with pride for just a moment, he instantly caved and turned to the display holding at least a dozen cupcakes and whispering, “I didn’t mean that, you’re all amazing.”
If there was ever a need to sum up Niall, that was it.
Turning his attention back to Serena just in time to be granted with a swift, but sweet kiss, Niall grinned lazily. Offering his hand out to her to help her around the counter, through the small double panels that served as a ‘door’ between worker and customer, and into his arms- which may have appeared as a charming gesture, but it had a motive. He really just didn’t want her to put too much pressure on her ankle. God, if she hurt it again? He was scared of the day that happened. Her father would probably gut him and blood didn’t taste all that good in cake batter, thank you very much.
With a purse of his lips, he wrapped his arms around her waist once she was on the proper side of the counter and murmured against her lips, “I was thinking about making a few cakes. Maybe a pie. Nothing too difficult for my beginner baker.” Chuckling softly, he eased his mouth onto hers and gave her a proper kiss, savoring it before pulling back slightly and letting his lips shift into a cheshire grin.
Today was going to be a good day, he just knew it.
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Post by Serena Swift on Jul 1, 2015 16:41:34 GMT
"Yeah, you're my chosen cupcake." Serena said with a laugh, pointing a finger at him teasingly. "It was a spur of the movement nickname." Eyes looking over to the cupcakes and then at Niall's fingers, covered in frosting which by now was not a surprise. Taking his hand easily, Serena always felt like a VIP once she was back here, stupid really since many times she had been a legitimate VIP at capitol events, this always felt more special though.
Holding onto him tightly, Serena guessed that this had something to do with her ankle, although she wouldn't question Niall on this. In truth her ankle didn't really hurt it was just inconvenient, going up stairs took about 5 minutes these days and she'd gone up them on her butt backwards more times than she'd like to admit.
Everything Niall did drove Serena crazy and not in the insane way in the 'I want to rip your clothes off right here' way, that was also something she wouldn't tell him, she was good at keeping her cool in that way. "Hmm, maybe a pie is a bit too ambitious," Serena whispered back one hand tracing over the top of his shirt to the back of his neck. The kiss that came next was even sweeter and irresistible than one of Niall's cakes which were fantastic, Serena knew that for sure. As Niall pulled away, Serena couldn't help but grin back before she remembered something, "there's a chance that later Clara might turn up, not for too long but it's likely you'll have to also protect her from chopping off a finger." Serena told Niall, moving both hands to rest on her chest.
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Niall I DON'T ASK FOR MUCH I AM MY OWN MAN AND I MAKE MY OWN LUCK | Humming his assent to her explanation on his new nickname, he tilted his head to the side and acted as if he was really thinking it over, as if he was really weighing in the pros and cons of being called a cupcake. In the end, he concluded that he it really didn't matter what Serena called him as long she kept coming around. He tried to not pay too much attention to it all- to the way their relationship was blooming and the way butterflies erupted in the pit of his stomach anytime someone simply even mentions her. He didn't want to overthink it, to make it into something bigger than it really is and resolutely ruin it all with his fumbling- because that's what he did, he tripped over his charm and babbled out his feelings. Say he were to profess his love, would it make or break them? He didn't know, and that's why he held back and shut down the thoughts while she was around. He'd rather accidentally squirt her with frosting than blurt out those anxious three words.
So yeah, he kept himself on the hush hush and paid attention to the now.
Hands clasped around her waist, fingers dancing gently over the dip of her spine, Niall found himself smirking at her words. He tilted to the side, he let his emerald eyes dance between hers, as if inspecting- feeling her out, before he finally purred, "Nah, I think you could take a pie. I believe in you, Sugar Plum." The boy cringed at his own words, curls bouncing as he shook his head and chuckled, "Yeah, I think that's way worse than Cupcake. I'll get back to you on a nickname." Still giggling like a child, he pressed one more swift to her lips before untangling himself and stepping back over to the cake he'd been frosting before she'd entered. He went rigid at the mention of a possible accident, and instantly went into baby-proofing mode as he discretely moved all sharp objects of the counter.
Managing to easily keep his grin on his lips, he toss a look over shoulder as he hides a knife in the drawer to his left, voice light as he responds, "Clara's coming? God, I need more workers to keep an eye on you two, keep you from being a safety hazard to my cakes." Sending a teasing wink over his shoulder, he chuckles again, completely at ease with her here despite the emotions fluttering about his stomach.
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Post by Serena Swift on Jul 27, 2015 13:40:05 GMT
"Hmm, hold that thought for later. Dough might get the better of me and I'll end up wearing the contents of the pie." Serena replied, bouncing up and down ever so slightly on the tips of her toes, he was taller than her although not ridiculously so. Serena was grateful for the height Niall had though, most people she seemed to dwarf over. Okay, maybe not dwarf but she could definitely peer down at most people's hairlines with ease. It hadn't taken a moment for the nickname to even occur to Serena and when she realised what he'd said, well, she laughed, she couldn't help it. Eyes crinkling up at the sides, Serena leaned towards him, filling the small space between them. Serena had been about to say something but her words were cut off in the best way as he kissed her.
Stepping back, Serena leaned against the counter, one hand curled along it's edge. Eyes following the frosting, his change in actions when she mentioned Clara nearly sent her spiraling into laughter again. "Hey, it's not our fault that we're accident prone." Serena said with a laugh before adding, "okay maybe it is..." Tucking her head against her shoulder as she tilted it, Serena smiled as she caught sight of his wink, the action sending a wave of wanting through her body. Pushing off from the counter, Serena was in front of Niall in a second.
Turning his face towards her with one small hand placed under his chin, Serena pulled him towards her teasingly before kissing him on the cheek, starting towards his ear and covering the distance to his pink lips with quick pecks. "You drive me crazy." Serena admitted, leaning against him, not caring that all this kissing was probably breaking some kind of health regulations. She just couldn't resist.
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