Harry Styles Imagines

#52 Reunion Kisses (2nd Day)

REUNION KISSES

I'm in the middle of peeling an egg shell when I hear Harry's sock covered feet padding onto the wood floor. "Morning, baby" I greet, keeping my eyes focused on the task at hand.

"Good morning," he says back. Unlike me, he was fortunate enough to have slept in. God knows I would've if I didn't have to meet up with Ashely for planning. That's why I've showered and taken care of my personal hygiene already.

Once the soft egg is bare, I put it on my plate, which already consisted of toast, and toss the moist shell in the trash.

As I'm eating on our island, Harry turns to me with a disappointed expression. "Are we all out of jam?" He questions. "I thought you bought some yesterday."

I mentally face palm. "Check the pantry. The new ones in there," I inform him before taking another bite of my toast. "You need to look for stuff," I sassily mutter under my breath. If he would open his eyes half the time he wouldn't have to ask me so many Food Location Questions.

He sighs in relief and heads for the pantry. Seconds later he emerges with a jar of jam in hand and a dimpled smile on his face. A smile finds its way onto my face too. "Well this lad is gonna have himself some jam on his toast," he states in a victorious tone. He then saunters over to the bag of bread I accidentally left out.

After finishing breakfast I begin gathering what I planned on bringing to Ashley's. Suddenly, Harry walks over and stands in front of me. For a few seconds I stare at him in confusion, but he then wraps his long arms around me. Instinctively, I return the gesture and rest my head on his chest.

"I never got my morning hug," he murmurs. "Or my morning kiss." He presses his lips to the top of my head and a familiar fuzziness spreads throughout my body. You'd think I would've gotten used to the feeling by now, but that wasn't the case. With him every kiss felt like the first.

"I love you," I say into his chest. I let my eyes flutter closed for a brief moment.

"I love you more."

Those words make me look up at him. "I'm afraid that's not possible."

"Actually, I'm afraid it's very possible," he counters back, sweetly kissing my nose. "Now you better get going."

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It's around 2:30 p.m. when I make it back to our apartment. Harry is sound asleep on the couch with Family Guy on. Smiling to myself, I go grab the remote and turn the TV off.

Instead of completely being put on the end table, the remote tilts and falls onto my foot. "Holy sh—" I'm quick to quite myself, remembering that Harry was sleeping. But it's too late. His green eyes are now open and alert and trying to take in the situation.

"Are you ok, love?" His raspy voice asks.

I carefully—this time—place the remote on its rightful surface and offer him an apologetic smile. "I'm fine. Sorry for waking you," I tell him.

He chuckles and runs a hand down his face. "Don't be. I need to get up anyways." He lets out a grunt as he sits up. I can't help but notice how ruffled his hair has become as a result of laying on the pillow. I'm almost tempted to go smooth it down for him.

"Hey, I bet you missed me," I tease, making him smile.

"I did actually." He walks over to me. "But now that we're reunited," He starts before gently taking my chin in his hands and pressing his soft lips to mine.

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This concludes the second day of The Five Days of Kisses. Consider reading the first day if you haven't already and stay tuned for the three more days to come. ;) 💞

Despite how you're feeling right now just know that you are loved unconditionally by the person who created you. If that's not enough then I don't know what is. ❤️

- Nic 💫