"I made pancakes," Louis sings, as you groggily make your way into the kitchen. "Ugh, why are you so awake and cheery in the morning, are you on drugs?" you tease, plopping down at the kitchen table with a yawn. "Your love, your love, your love is my drug," he sings, quoting a Ke$ha song. He sets a pretty looking plate in front of you, a small stack of chocolate chip pancakes with powdered sugar and a swirl of whipped cream. "Jeez, Lou! I guess being on tour with Harry so long, his cooking skills have rubbed off on you," you tease, hungrily eying the dish. He lets out a laugh, then grabs a less-beautifully decorated plate, setting in front of himself. You cut into the pancakes, taking a delicious bite. "Lou, you should make me breakfast every morning, these taste like heaven," you sigh, clearly impressed. "Well, you can thank the wonderful magic of pancake mix a la Betty Crocker," he laughs, taking a sip of tea. You go to cut into the pancakes again to take another bite, but your knife hits something metal. "Whoa! What is in here? You trying to kill me?" you ask, digging through the once-pretty breakfast with your fork to investigate. "Aw, I was just trying to be romantic...Niall suggested it," Louis frowns. "I shouldn't have listened to him when he told me to hide the bracelet in food. What a dumb idea..." You laugh as you lift up a sugar and chocolate covered silver charm bracelet from the plate, twirling it around. It was gorgeous! "Aw, Lou, maybe it wasn't the smartest and safest idea, but this bracelet is stunning," you smile, wiping it off on a napkin. "Really? You like it?" he asks hopefully. "Of course I do! It's amazing, but why?" you inquire, turning it over in your hands. "Just a thank you for putting up with me all the time," he teases, leaning over and giving you a kiss.
"Is it really necessary to blindfold me?" you ask as Harry slides a scarf over your eyes, tying it gently. "Yes," he replies, placing his hands carefully on your waist. "I'm afraid of why you're blindfolding me," you tease, grabbing his hand. "You should be," he replies creepily, playfully grabbing your ass before bursting into laughter. "Nah, just kidding. I've got a surprise!" He leads you carefully into your flat, keeping his hands on your sides so you don't fall. You feel the plush carpet under your feet and realize you must be in the living room. "Harry! I don't like surprises, show me! Show me!" you plead, once you both stop moving. "Okay, okay, calm yourself, Kitten," he laughs, slowly untying the blindfold. "Ta-daaa!" You open your eyes and gasp as you see a glittery Macbook Air with a bow on top lying on the table. "Harry!" you exclaim, sliding your hand over the smooth metal of the laptop. "Do you like it?" he asks hopefully, green eyes glittering. "Of course! Wow," you breathe. "I feel so bad...This must've been so expensive..." He sighs and shakes his head. "Don't," he whispers, busying your lips with a kiss before you can say otherwise.
"Ahh! Where is that ringing coming from?" you exclaim, dropping your fork on your plate. Zayn shoots you a confused look, his hazel eyes filled with mischief. "I don't know," he shrugs, taking a bite of chicken. The ringing stops and you two go back to conversation, laughing as Zayn retells the story of how a fan was convinced he had a blueberry tattoo on his ass. "I don't know where she got that rumor from!" he chuckles, shaking his head. "Said some blog or something wrote a story about it...definitely craziest rumor about me so far!" You laugh but then let out a groan as the familiar ringing resumes. "I'm going to punch whoever's phone that is!" you moan, looking around the restaurant. "No! I don't want you to punch yourself," he laughs, pointing towards your purse. "What? My phone broke last week, I still need to get a new one..." you mumble, raising an eyebrow. You unzip your purse and sure enough, there's a shiny new iPhone in a bedazzled Union Jack case. "Zayn!" you laugh, extracting the phone and waving it. "You didn't have to buy me a phone!" He smiles at the way your eyes are lit up in excitement. "Well, without a phone I wouldn't be able to talk to you as much, so I figure I'd replace your old one with an upgraded version," he says simply. "Louis picked out the case." You laugh and shake your head at the gaudy bedazzled cover, of course Louis picked it out! But, the case is actually super cute. "Aw, thank you so much, I love it," you tell him honestly, deciding to change the ringtone ASAP.
"Wow, this dress is so beautiful," you sigh, peering at the store window. "You'd look really beautiful in it," Niall offers, snaking his arm around your waist. "Nah, it's from Topshop, it'd probably cost me an arm and a leg," you shrug, grabbing his hand. "Let's go to the food court and get some lunch." He looks at you with slight confusion, wondering why you'd been so quick to dismiss the thought of getting the pretty dress. You know he'd happily buy the dress for you, but you didn't want to ask him to. You were the kind of girl who wanted to earn what she's got, plus the paparazzi would call you a gold digger and all kinds of nasty things. "Okay," he says unsurely, the two of you walking to the food court hand-in-hand. Two hours later as you're going to your closet to get your pajamas, you see a familiar black and white sheath hanging in your closet with a sticky note on the sleeve. "Doesn't cost you an arm and a leg, maybe just a few kisses xx Niall :)" it says. You grab the hanger and smile to yourself, although feeling slightly guilty for him spending so much on you. You hear footsteps entering the bedroom and turn around. "Do you like it? I thought maybe you could wear it to that interview tomorrow or something," he says shyly, offering a smile. "Oh, of course I do! But, Ni..." you mumble, looking at the price tag with a frown. "I know, I know," he replies, kissing your nose. "But what fun is having money if you can't use it make the people you love happy?" You decide to accept the dress gracefully and you give him a quick kiss. "Well, thank you. I love it."
Ever since you'd woken up this morning, Liam had been extra cheerful. Usually he was an upbeat kind of guy, but he's had a 'kid on Christmas morning' way about him, and it was kind of suspicious. "Li, you're so cheerful today," you laugh, watching him hum a happy tune while he buttons up his shirt. "Well, I've got all the reason in the world to be cheerful," he chirps, smiling. "I've got a day off to spend with my beautiful girlfriend." You smile and give him a quick kiss, leaning back on the couch. "Hey, do you want to watch a movie?" he asks, ruffling his hair. "Sure, which one?" you reply, heading over to the two of you's huge collection of DVDs. "I'm thinking something classic," he smiles. "Hm, okay," you run your finger along the edges of the movie cases, looking for a good one. "The Breakfast Club?" He shakes his head and jumps up from the couch, standing behind you. "How about your favorite Disney movie, maybe?" You nod, reaching over to the Cinderella DVD case instinctively. His eyes are focused on you, a smile across his face as he watches you pull the case from the shelf. "Why are you watching me like that?" you ask curiously, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, just open the case!" he exclaims. You oblige and gasp, seeing two Disney Land season passes sitting inside. "See? Now we can go together whenever we want and stuff," he grins, clearly just as excited as you. "Aw! This is perfect! Can we go tomorrow?" you squeal, wrapping him in a hug. "I've got to record tomorrow," he says sadly, giving you a quick kiss. "But, Thursday for sure. Thursday."