You wake up and get out of bed, and walk to the kitchen. You start to get everything ready to make some pancakes.
"You started without me?" Harry says in his raspy morning voice.
He walks up and hugs you from behind. You turn around and give him a peck on the lips. He's in his boxers, but he has no shirt on revealing his inked chest.
"Okay, come on, let's make these babies. I'm starving." Harry says walking over to the counter.
"Babies?" You ask between giggles. He pulls you in by your side, and twirls you so you're in front of him once again. He reaches under your thighs and lifts you up onto the counter. "Oh you're gonna make fun of me, are ya?" He says a starts to tickle you.
You put your hand on his chest, trying to push him away. He doesn't budge though. "Harry. Please." You manage to get out between laughs. He stops his attack and rests his hands on your hips.
"No but seriously, I'm starving."
