Harry Styles Imagines [Book 1]

91.) Morning

A/N: A bit dirty so go ahead and continue if you want. BUT IM TELLING YOU ITS BAD. IM NOT GOOD AT THIS. DAMN.

Y/N's POV

I opened my eyes just to be blinded by the lights coming through the window.

I rolled to the other side of the bed, noticing that Harry is not with me anymore. I look around, squinting my eyes.

I heard noises outside so I stretched a little bit and went out.

The sweet aroma of food welcoming me as I entered the kitchen.

I saw Harry, cooking in front of the stove, his shirtless body in my view. I sneak behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

He turned his head to me, smiling. "Goodmorning, baby."

"Goodmorning!" I grinned. "What are you cooking?"

"Pancakes." He answered.

I smiled. "How sweet of you." I was about to kiss his back when I noticed scratch marks.

My eyes widened as I examined it. How come I didn't notice it before? Well, it's not that noticeable if you're far but damn, these are deep.

"Y/N." I heard Harry so I let go of him and he turned around, looking at me. "What's wrong? You went quiet."

I opened my mouth to answer but nothing came out so I just shook my head and went to sit on a dining chair, leaving Harry confused.

I saw him turning around again so my eyes examined his back again. I gulped as I noticed how long they were. I, then looked at my nails. It's not that long but they passed my fingertips.

I tried scratching my arm and my eyes widened at how easy I make scratches. I didn't even scratch it that hard and it already made a reddish line.

"What are you looking at?" Harry placed the plates on the table and sat opposite to me.

I looked at him but his eyes were fixed on the food infront of us, "Are you okay?"

His eyes met mine, giving me a questioning look. "Yes... I am?" He answered, confused.

We were still looking at each other for a few seconds until I nodded. "Well then, let's eat!" I can't open the topic, fuck it.

He chuckled, "Why? Is something wrong?"

I shook my head as I took the bite off of the delicious pancake he made.

"You know, you can tell me anything, right?"

My eyes switched between him and my food. Should I? Oh well.

"I'm sorry." I blurted.

He raised his eyebrows at me, "Why are you saying sorry?" And smiled.