Harry Styles Imagines

b r e a k f a s t ?

Third Person's Point of View

  "Harry, wake up, I made breakfast!" You call out, wiping your hands on your apron after turning the stove off. Walking over to the cupboard, you grab a clean plate and carefully transfer the newly-cooked pancakes on it, a proud smile on your face for cooking something decent and presentable.

  Placing the plate onto your table along with butter, maple syrup, and steaming sausages, you shout his name again, eager to get his feedbacks on your food that have been fortunately not burned. You sigh, knowing he was probably not going to leave bed for another twenty minutes or so.

  A smirk involuntarily comes up to your lips, thinking of the idea that came up your head. So instead of calling him over and over again until you'd have to re-heat the food, you quickly go to the fridge and snatch the can of whipped cream then hurriedly walk to your and Harry's bedroom.

  With soft steps, you go over to his side of bed and come face to face to his angelic face, snores coming out of his mouth. Your heart flutters. Getting to see his face in the morning will never get tiring and being his girlfriend of two years just summarizes how lucky you are to be able to kiss him every time you felt like showing affection or even just feel his skin on yours.

  Millions of fans would do anything just to be in your place.

  A content smile appears on your face, and for a minute or two, you stay standing beside him, admiring the precious human-being in front of you until you had to snap out of it and go back to your plan.

  Carefully spraying the cream on the back of his left hand, you try with all your strength to not stifle a laugh but fail anyway. Luckily you knew how much of a heavy sleeper he was.

  "Harry, wake up," You manage to speak out once again. "Hey, I made pancakes and cooked Hungarian sausages and managed not to set the whole house on fire, so please try them out?" You pout innocently even though you knew that he couldn't see the face of the person he loved so dearly.

  He stirs, and you fight the urge to run out of the room, not wanting to miss his reaction. Yawning, his hands fly up to his face and the white substance immediately sticks on his face, causing a loud laughter to come out of your mouth.

  "Huh?" His eyes open at last and he tries his best to investigate the fluffy blob of whipped cream on his hand through his sleepy state. He stares at it for awhile and his gaze snaps to you the moment he realizes what you had done. He was fully awake. "Oh no, I'm going to give you five seconds to run until I attack you with tickles." He warns playfully and your eyes go wide. "Five,"

  "Four," he smirks at you. And you begin rushing out the room, finding a not-so-suitable hiding spot behind the couch in your living room. You sat, staying glued to the sofa and closing your eyes as if it would make you go invisible.

  Oh, how you sucked at hiding.

  You didn't know how long he has been in front of you but the moment you built up your courage to open your eyes was the moment you started screaming in his grip. He starts tickling you, and you were laughing so hard that you started tearing up.

  "Harry, s-stop!" you squeal, trying to remove his hands away from you, he ignores your plea and continues with his punishment for you. "I can't breathe!" and he stops, a laugh escaping his mouth.

  "Good morning, Y/N." his lips immediately find yours. Taken aback, you kiss back and pull away after a few seconds, rolling your eyes but greeting him back anyway.

  "I made breakfast."

  "Really? I never heard the alarm go off." he teases, holding you tighter in his arms.

  "Hey," you hit him softly, giving him a playful glare. "C'mon, please, I don't want it to completely go cold, so can we eat now?"

  "Yeah," he breathes, "I was kidding about the alarm thing though, I appreciate it when you cook," he says cutely, genuinely smiling at you.

  "Aw, Harry." You coo, not being able to stop yourself from pinching his cheeks.

  "He- Ow! That hurt," he pouts, rubbing his reddened cheeks. "I would pinch yours back, but you're lucky I love you so much, and knowing you, I don't want to make m'girl cry if I accidentally squish your baby cheeks so hard." he cheekily says, and your cheeks were the ones that were now reddened.

  "I love you, too." You reply in awe, disregarding his statement of you having 'baby cheeks'. 

  Sometimes, you would question yourself with, "How did I get so lucky?"  But you never really knew what you did to deserve someone like him. So being his girlfriend was something you embraced so tight, you were nothing without him. "So, breakfast?"

  "Okay," he pecks your lips one last time and helps you get up from the floor.

  And you both enjoy your meal, actually getting a lot of praises from him that morning.

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this sucked bananas, i'm so sorry, plus, english is not my first language. anyways, please leave your comments below, click vote because it isn't that hard, follow me, if you dare, anddd pleasee avoid being a ghost reader, that's all.

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