Harry Styles Imagines & One Shots 💓

S'mores

Your POV

You and Harry were chilling on the living room couch, your head on his lap while the both of you scrolled through your phones.

Suddenly, Harry muttered loud enough for you to hear: "What are these things?"

"What are what?" you asked and he shoved his phone screen near your face for you to have a look. It was Sandy's Instagram post and it seems like he and a bunch of his mates are having a nice camping trip. Beneath a picture of a bunch of s'mores, there's a caption that read: S'mores are a must for camping trips!

"Wait... hold on a second. Are you telling me you've never heard of S'MORES, LET ALONE TRY ONE?" I sat up and stared at him wide-eyed.

"Please tell me you aren't serious." I stared at him dead-panned.

"Uhm...." He seemed a bit intimidated by me getting so worked up about it. "No, I haven't tried or heard of it."

"WHAT?!" I screeched. "I don't care, we're making some right now! Get up, get up! You've been missing out on a lot Styles, how can you not-"

"Wait, isn't s'mores only supposed to be for camping trips?" Harry cocked his head to one side innocently.

"Screw camping trips, Harry! You need to try it RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" I bounced up and down his lap, making him chuckle at my enthusiasm.

"Graham crackers, we definitely need graham crackers... and who could forget marshmallows...." I muttered under my breath, going through a quick checklist of ingredients.

Harry only watched me going crazy with an amused expression.

"Grocery store. Now." I commanded and he burst out laughing at my seriousness.

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We got all we need for plenty of s'mores and I got straight to work. I tore open the big bag of white and fluffy marshmallows while Harry requested for some. I tossed him some over the counter where he stood watching me make it.

He catches it expertly with his mouth and lolled out his tongue like a dog, asking for more. I got distracted for a few minutes just fooling around with him, laughter filling the kitchen.

Harry offered his help as he heated a metal pan to heat the marshmallows, making it all gooey.

"So you wait till it's a little brown before removing it from heat." I instructed expertly while displaying the graham crackers so they'll be ready to be sandwiched.

Suddenly, Harry's finger swiftly swiped across my cheek and I realized my cheek was gooey with melted marshmallow.

"Harry!" I couldn't help but giggle after I turned around and saw his goofy look.

After the marshmallows were fully melted, I taught Harry how to assemble a perfect s'more.

"First, the graham cracker on the bottom..." Harry followed suit obediently.

"Place a bar of chocolate on top, then a thick smear of marshmallow followed by another chocolate bar. The chocolate bar should melt slightly because of the marshmallows." I explained patiently while Harry assembled it eagerly, hungry just looking at it.

"And the finishing touch, another graham cracker on top. Voila! Ain't it just gorgeous?!" I sighed wistfully at the ready s'mores, looking ever so tempting.

Harry let out a hearty laugh before taking a bite. It was obvious he seemed to like it as he immediately finished his and started assembling another one.

"Wonderful, isn't it?" I teased.

"This taste lovely, baby! I wished I knew this before! Definitely worth the allergies..." He said innocently and wrapped both arms around my neck, pulling me close.

"I knew you'll love it!" I grinned then realised what he just said.

"..... HARRY, I FORGOT YOU WERE ALLERGIC TO MARSHMALLOWS! I'm so so sorry!" I immediately apologized and tried to get him to open his mouth full of marshmallows by squishing his cheeks.

"Harry spit it out, spit it out!!" I panicked while he laughed and swallowed the s'mores, much to my horror.

"Hey, hey calm down baby! It's just a mild reaction anyway. I'll be fine, darling. But this-" he motioned to another s'more "Is no joke, I'll risk it." He chuckled and I laughed along with him.

"Why is it called s'mores anyways?" I suddenly thought about that.

Harry shrugged and chuckled: "It makes you want to eat SOME-MORES!"

I shook my head in disbelief as for once, his corniness made him right. "I guess you and the creator of s'mores think alike."

Harry whooped as he got the answer correct and you guys spent the rest of the day making s'mores and eating to your hearts' content.