Frosting
So Sweet
Sometimes they make cupcakes together and when Niall's eaten half the frosting before any gets on the cakes, she lets out this funny little sigh and swipes a finger through it with him.
She grins and puts it on the end of his nose because he's so cute with that blob of baby pink (or whatever colour they picked out of the rainbow that day) on his freckles, like a paler kind of human Rudolph.
He crosses his eyes and she giggles helplessly because honestly, how stupid does he look right now? He sticks out his tongue and it doesn't quite reach, of course it doesn't, so he's stood there in the kitchen huffing with crossed eyes and a blob of frosting at the end of his nose, his tongue waggling in the air with frustration.
She leans up and kisses his nose gently, the frosting sweet against her lips, and who cares about the cupcakes anymore because his mouth tastes just as sweet and oh, fuck the baking, she has better things to be doing with him right now.
She grins and puts it on the end of his nose because he's so cute with that blob of baby pink (or whatever colour they picked out of the rainbow that day) on his freckles, like a paler kind of human Rudolph.
He crosses his eyes and she giggles helplessly because honestly, how stupid does he look right now? He sticks out his tongue and it doesn't quite reach, of course it doesn't, so he's stood there in the kitchen huffing with crossed eyes and a blob of frosting at the end of his nose, his tongue waggling in the air with frustration.
She leans up and kisses his nose gently, the frosting sweet against her lips, and who cares about the cupcakes anymore because his mouth tastes just as sweet and oh, fuck the baking, she has better things to be doing with him right now.