Harry Styles Imagines & One Shots 💓

Coffee, Tea or Me?

"Morning, sunshine." Harry drawled in his deep morning voice, pulling me closer for a peck on my forehead.

I pressed a soft kiss on Harry's lips and smiled into his lips. "Morning, curly."

"I'm hungry today, can we skip the cuddles for today and head straight to breakfast?" I teased. 

"Breakfast in bed? I can fix us something while you wash up." Harry offered, being the caring boyfriend he is. I grinned and commented on how perfect that plan sounds.

When I came out of the bathroom and tucked myself back into bed, Harry came in with a tray balanced expertly on one of his palm faced upwards. He threw me a charming smile and carefully put the tray down on the blanket before slipping under the blanket with me.

"There." Harry smiled, satisfied that he had managed to make it here without spills and asked me cheekily: "Coffee, tea or me?" He motioned towards the two options on the tray then himself.

I stuck my tongue out at him and took the inviting coffee mug "You know my answer already, I need my caffeine to get through the day."

He pouted in disappointment and took the teacup: "You know, I've never really seen you drinking tea...."

"That's because I don't like it." You answered simply and sipped the hot coffee, staring at him innocently.

He placed his hand over his heart: "Baby! How could anyone not like tea? I insist you try it, really."

"I've tried it, Harry. I don't mind it but I still prefer coffee." I assured him and took another sip.

"It'll be different this time, trust me."

"Why.....?" I eyed him suspiciously while he rolled his eyes at me.

"Don't look at me like I've poisoned the drink, Y/N. It's going to be different this time because it's made of my loveeeeee." Harry sang.

He thrusted his teacup at me and I thought of something: "Tell you what, I'll try to drink tea but you.... have to drink my coffee!"

He doesn't mind coffee that much, like me, he prefers tea, having grown up in England. He always joked that he doesn't like betraying his "english-style" by drinking coffee, as tea is so common in Britain.

"Deal." Harry agreed with a shrug and we exchanged mugs.

I took a sip of his English Breakfast and.... yup, I still prefer coffee. It doesn't taste bad, don't get me wrong but I'm staying true to my caffeine.

"How's it?" Harry asked, anticipating my answer while I shrugged.

"Ehhh, I don't mind it. Could use a little sugar though." I commented and added half a bag of sugar into it and nibbled on a piece of choc chip cookies from the tray.

"Bottom's up, English Boy!" I teased and waited for him to drink up. He took a gulp of my coffee and winced at the bitterness of it.

"Bleurgh! How do you manage to drink it just like that?!" He questioned. 

"Who knows? There's such thing as sugar, Styles?" I teased, reminding him and he stuck his tongue out at me.

"There's also such thing as a tea lover, Y/L/N! Gimme back my tea!"

"Gimme back my coffee!" I retorted and the both of us burst into laughter, happy to have our preferences back.

We munched on some cookies and granola when Harry suddenly spoke up: "You know, coffee and tea can't compare to you.... You're so much better than the both of that, I might have you for breakfast instead!" 

Harry suddenly lunged at me with his arms extended like a monster and I squealed, hitting back onto my pillow while he's on top of me, tickling me and pretending to bite off chunks of me. 

He nipped playfully at my arms, sucked on my neck and nibbled on my earlobes tenderly while I giggled when he touched my soft spots.

"I could get used to this...." Harry grinned. "Next time, I might as well put you on a tray."

"And add it to the options for breakfast?" I suggested seductively while he kissed my neck.

"Mmmmmm....." Harry teased and we both laughed at the same time.

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WHUT. IS. THIS. 

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