Band Imagines and Preferences cx

Preference 20:He Meets Your Parents/Family

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Harry-

"Harry..."

"Y/N..." he mocked your whine before straddling you.

"Stop it..." you pouted at him.

"Now, why would I want to do that?" he grinned, leaning down to take your bottom lip in between his lips.

You were currently at your parents' vacation house. They had owned the place since you were in high school and recently renovated it, so knowing your famous boyfriend needed a weekend getaway, you asked your parents if you could use it.

Obviously, they had agreed.

And thank goodness they did.

You and Harry could finally do some normal, couple-like things without having to worry about fans or paparazzi.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered against your lips. "How did I get so lucky?"

You grinned at his words, "How did you get lucky? Love, I think you forget that I'm just a normal, human girl, dating a celebrity."

Harry chuckled before bringing you into another mind-blowing kiss, "And I think youforget that I'm just a normal human boy, dating a goddess."

His mouth kept you from laughing, but when you broke apart, your hands cupping his face, you giggled, "You're so cheesy..."

"But you love me," he smirked, his dimples showing.

"Yes...I do."

Harry's smile faded, "Now, how am I supposed to hold back when you agree so earnestly?"

"Who said you have to hold back?" you questioned, arching a brow as your hands made their way to his chocolate hair.

Harry's only response was to bring you into a passionate kiss, one that only gave you a preview of the pleasure to come.

*****

You woke up to the blinding sunlight streaming through the windows of your bedroom. It bounced off the white snow on the ground, and you knew it was cold out...

But you were so warm in your nakedness, wrapped in sheets and the love of your life's arms.

"Morning," you heard Harry's lazy voice by your ear.

"Morning, Love," you grinned, looking over at him only to find yourself laughing.

"What?" Harry furrowed his brows in confusion while stretching the arm that wasn't around your waist.

"Your hair is a mess," you giggled, bringing up your hands to mess with the individual curls.

Harry pretended to pout, "That's not nice to say..."

"But it's true," you said, pecking his cheek. "Besides...I think it looks cute."

Harry grinned, nuzzling his nose against your cheek, "I wish we could stay like this forever..."

You hummed in agreement.

"So...what shall we have for breakfast?" Harry asked, pulling you closer to him. "I could make you eggs or pancakes or waffles or..."