Harry Styles Imagines & One Shots 💓

Bake or goof off?

Your POV

After the cook-of challenge with Sarah from Sarah's kitchen, Harry got even more hyped and begged me to join him to bake some muffins.

"Alright, Harry... I'll search up the recipe, yeah?" I stood up from the couch I've been sitting on and started scrolling through my phone.

"What about banana blueberry muffins? They're pretty nutritious..." I suggested and Harry wrapped his arms around my waist, gazing at me goofily.

"Anything you want, sweetheart."

We settled on that and started preparing the ingredients. Thankfully, we have all of them in stock. 

I got down to business: "Alright-y, Mr. I-work-in-a-bakery, first of all we gotta mash the bananas together in a bowl.

Harry chuckled and did as he was told while I proceeded to the next step: adding the sugar and egg together. 

Harry glanced over me to read the next step after that on my phone and proceeded to add the melted butter and blueberries in another bowl. We worked together perfectly, knowing what each of us are doing and moving around the kitchen in a synchronized way.

Harry held his hand out at one point and said: "Whip?"

I grabbed the whip next to me and playfully did a little whip with that: "Now watch me whip, now watch me nae nae..." I sang out playfully, keeping the whip out of his grasp.

Harry rolled his eyes: "I don't get the craze about that, there's this little boy that taught us how to do that during the meet-and-greet and all I hear is mayonnaise!"

I giggled: "I love how you pronoun mayonnaise like "main-naise". That's so hot." 

Harry leaned in closer to me and whispered in my ears: "And I love how you say "may-yo-nise" instead of that..."

We both laughed, thinking about how quick this conversation has escalated. From a whip to mayonnaise, smh.

We co-orperated and combined the dry ingredients to the moist banana mixture. After a few stirs, it looked well combined and ready to be popped into the oven.

Suddenly, Harry stared at me seriously, to be exact he stared at the corner of my mouth.

"What?" I asked him and instinctively reached out to touch it. He quickly grabbed my wrist so I can't rub it away and murmured softly.

"You got a little something here..." He pointed to the corner of my lip and slowly leaned in. I flutter my eyes close, heart beating so fast....

His lips collided with the corner of my mouth and he softly moved them to the center. I moaned a little as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. He kissed whatever's on there away but lingered near my lips for a long, long time.

I leaned forward too and we crashed our lips together with passion, him holding me close by wrapping his arms around my waist.

We could have gone on longer if it wasn't for Gemma, who came in and groaned jokingly: "Oh for God's sake, it's as if every time I bump into you guys, you guys will be full on making out. Now even while baking?" Gemma shook her head and us while Harry stuck his tongue out, me burying my face against his chest.

"Whatcha guys making, anyways? Anything good for me?" Gemma came closer to our working station and glanced down to inspect the content of the mixing bowl.

"It's banana blueberry muffins." I replied proudly.

"Mmmm, sounds yum! I call dibs on two of those!" Gemma grinned and proceeded to scooping the mixture out into the cupcake liners.

We both looked at her questioningly while she replied noncholantly without even turning back: "Go ahead, you two lovebirds. I could already tell the muffins are least of your concerns and I think it's better to leave it to the hands of a more responsible and not so crazy in love individuals that might burn the kitchen like they almost did last time."

Harry and me laughed instantly and we thanked Gemma for knowing exactly what we're thinking and leaving us to it. Harry took me by the arm and we went back to the couch for a heated and official makeout session, much to the fake disgust of Gemma, who kept crying things out like "Oh, mercy me" or "Bless my eyes.", cracking us up.

Best sister ever.