Good morning, sleepyhead." You greeted as Niall shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes as he adjusted to the bright room; he looked adorable with his messy hair and plaid pajama pants.
"Thanks, babe. It looks delicious." He complimented when you gave him a plate of scrambled eggs.
Though they were rare, you loved days like this: no shows, photo shoots, or interviews. Just a day of relaxation - you and Niall were creating a tradition of making breakfast at home whenever you both had a day off from work. Whoever got up first would be the one to cook. However, both of you had been guilty in the past of pretending to be asleep to avoid cooking.
"Is that mine?" He gestured toward the top you were wearing. The fact that it was a few sizes too big should've been enough of a clue, but you answered anyway.
"Mmhmm." You didn't think it was a big deal, but the way he stared made you think otherwise.
"Is something wrong?" You asked cautiously.
"No." He smiled, "I just can't get over how, a few months ago, I wanted to learn your name... and now you're having breakfast with me in my jumper."
