Harry Styles One Shots.
These are one shots I have found on tumblr.
All credit goes to the writers of which I name at the end of every chapter. If any original writers of these one shots would like me to remove them, please let me know.
description: The one where you hate waking up early and Harry burns the toast.
word count: 1.1k
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Night and Day. Hot and Cold. Positive and Negative. No better way to describe the both of you than as the above. Harry was the Sun, and you were the Moon. As in he woke with the sun, and you groaned at the thought.
Mornings were best spent in bed. This point had no use in being argued (as Harry had found out) and was Law in your shared home since you'd both moved in just under a year ago. The solace of the bedroom, enveloped in a honey-yellow light of the sun, was to be enjoyed to the utmost potential.
Always.
Harry found this hard to abide by, though, and had learned over the past 11 months how to shimmy out of bed with little disruption to your sleep. He always pressed a kiss to your cheek before leaving, and more often than not, would sneak back under the covers once he'd returned from the gym or a run or the juice bar.
He'd come to calling you his "koala" in the way you'd cuddle back onto him when he came home. Harry didn't mind, of course, and found it endearing. Especially the way you frowned subconsciously when he first sat up to leave. You weren't one to talk in your sleep, but words were deemed unnecessary and your facial expression was explanation enough.
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You were notorious for being a pouting mess in the morning, and today was no different.
...except for the burning smell wafting down the hallway.
Normally you'd nudge Harry with a swift kick to the calf or push him off of you, but his side of the bed was empty. Cold to the touch. Mr. Morning loved to get up and run before the sun rose, and you sleepily wracked your brain to try and remember if he'd mentioned a plan for the morning. Coming up short, your sleepy-self fought (and lost) against the waves of exhaustion again, and you snuggled yourself back into the cocoon of blankets heaped onto your side of the bed.
A shrill chirping from the smoke alarm down in the kitchen snapped your eyes back open with a painful force, and a small bit of fear began to grow in your chest.
Please be Harry, please be Harry, you thought.
The chirps rang throughout the house at a constant tempo, echoing in your ears. It took a superhero amount of strength to pull yourself up and out of bed, but the adrenaline helped somewhat.
Donning an old pair of joggers and slipping into Harry's well-worn TPWK jumper, you completed your "I'm Not A Morning Person" look with your signature pout. Mostly 'cos it was feeezing in this house. Slightly because you were nervous.
The smoke alarm directly outside of yours and Harry's room was chiming into the screaming match rather confidently. A groan rumbled low in your throat and you pulled the hood over your head; as if it would really do much for the noise. Another alarm sat under the archway between the hall and dining room, battling with the others in the house in a cadence that was slightly unnerving.
"Harry?" You choked over his name, clearing your throat and trying again. A little louder this time. "Harry?"
A muffled "damn thing!" peaked your interest, and through the sounding alarms, you followed the voice.
There stood Harry, atop a barstool in the kitchen. His back was to you and he must've just gotten back from a run, judging by the navy athletic shorts and heather grey T-shirt. The curls at the nape of his neck wrung tightly upon themselves though some had managed to escape the confines of his headband prematurely.
His arms were outstretched above his head and fidgeting with the kitchen alarm, making little progress in shutting the annoying sucker off, judging by the muttered swears. You stood beside the range and were leaned up against the doorframe as you watched. The smell of burnt toast or an egg gone overdone was strong, pungent almost.
Sunlight beamed through the windows of the kitchen and set your face in a concrete pout. Eyes squinted and arms crossed, you couldn't have looked much less pleasant than right now.
"Harry?" You asked again.
He snapped around on the stool, grabbing at his heart in the hand not held up by the (still) ringing smoke alarm. "Jesus!"
You didn't have the energy to pursue further questioning.
"Fuckin' thing won't shut off-!" He sneered in the direction of the plastic circle in his hand. "Jus' tryin' t'make some breakfast before coming back t'bed... didn't want to wake y'up, either..."
The smoke alarm finally quit, a wheeze of a final chirp echoing through the kitchen. The others followed quickly in suit. Harry sighed and jumped down from the stool. His eyes offered a plead of forgiveness, mouth remaining silent. It was as if the alarms had made enough noise for the day and talking was no longer necessary. Not an option.
Harry tossed aside the alarm and made his way over to you. He chuckled, almost pityingly, at the way your mouth sat in a frown and your arms were locked in place. The hood swallowed your head whole and was much too big, but only added to the look.
"Baby," his arms were outstretched, "Didn't mean to wake you."
Wordlessly, you fell into his chest without opening your arms. Harry didn't argue, nor question, and held your sleepy self in his arms. He was warm and probably still sweaty from a run, but you didn't mind. Your eyes instinctively began to close on their own and you considered sleeping. Right there. In the middle of the kitchen.
"Can I get you a cuppa? Promise I didn't burn tha'."
You nodded against his chest.
"Okay," his voice hummed in his chest. "Can you go sit in the living room? Much more comfortable than the chairs in here, I'll be back in a second?"
You sighed and sleepily looked up at him with a frown, but broke your composure pretty quickly. You weren't mad anymore, less annoyed and tired now that you'd woken up a bit.
"Mhm."
Harry smiled. "Tha's my sleepy girl."
Your face twisted into a smile, bashfully moving to hide behind a hand or two.
"Little cheeky this morning, too, hm?"
"Stoooopppp," You whined.
"Okay, okay," he snickered again. "Off you go, we've got some morning cuddles to make up for."
