Harry Styles Imagines || no. 2

6| Cooking

After a long day from work, I got home so exhausted, taking off my shoes, I noticed Harry in the living room on his phone.

"Hi, baby." I smiled, kissing him on the cheek. He turned off his phone, watching me.

After a hectic day, all I wanted was to be home with Harry and talk about the most random things, that's one thing I love about Harry is that he actually listens to you.

"Hey, are you okay?" He placed his phone on the coffee table, I stared up at the ceiling, sighing.
"Yeah, just tired that's all." I looked at him, running my hand through his soft curls.

While talking with Harry, my stomach suddenly made a sound, I groaned.

"Have you eaten anything?" He asked, getting worried, I just shook my head.
"No. I got so caught up at work I forgot to eat." I frowned.

"I'll cook! Besides, I also haven't eaten dinner yet." He got up, walking towards the kitchen.
"You really don't have to-" I was cut off by Harry putting his hand over my mouth.
"Shh, I will handle it go take a lovely shower, since I know that's what keeps you relaxed and I will handle it." He explained, giving me a quick peck on the lips along with grabbing an apron.

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I got dressed into something comfortable, dried my hair, walking back to the kitchen. I saw Harry putting plated on the table.

The room smelled so good from the food Harry made.

"Just in time, have a seat darling." He grinned, placing some food on your plate.

I opened my mouth, to taste Harry's dish. It tasted so delicious.

"This is amazing." I praised Harry, he smirked, biting from the fork.

"Thanks for making dinner, I love you!" I cheered, enjoying the meal.