Harry Styles imagines ( Book 2 )

Flour problem

" Then you add the eggs" I instructed as I watch my boyfriend crack the eggs and pour them into a bowl.

" I worked in a bakery, y/n" he said in a factual manner and I rolled my eyes playfully. "My kitchen , my rules" I said and he just chuckled.

***

Few minutes later

I put the already mixed cookies into the oven and then closed it happily. I looked at my boyfriend and saw him smirking.

" What ?" I asked.

" Nothing, you just don't look like you just baked something" he said and I raised a brow at him confused.

" What do you mean?" I asked.

" This" he said pouring a handful of flour on my head . I opened my mouth in disbelief and then rushed over to him and did my own payback.

" You arrogant Baker" I glared.

" You arrogant Baker" he repeated and hit my face with another flour .

" I hate you Harry" I said .

" Love you too babe".

I grabbed his shirt and rubbed my face on it making an imprint of my face, he glared at me and I laughed.

We kept on chasing each other with flour, thereby covering ourselves with it . Then we both slipped and fell on each other, Harry on top of me , we stared at each other for a few minutes before he smashed his lips into mine.

After we pulled away, he helped me up and then we looked at the mess we made in the kitchen.

"So... we better get cleaning" he said and I nodded " Right" .

Then he pecked my lips and said " I love you my cute cookie" .