Your POV
I walk into the kitchen to see Hayes stirring something in a deep pan.
"What are you cooking?" I asked him and he jumped slightly
"Food" He said, with a sly smirk on his face.
"Oh, I've heard of that before" I said, trying my best to be as sarcastic as possible.
"I bet you have" Hayes said back, smiling
"So are you calling me fat?" I asked, faking a hurt voice
His head slightly moved up and down.
"You're mean" I said, fake crying.
He slowly walked over, picked me up, and put me on the counter. He stared straight into my eyes, not moving.
"Stop that, you're scaring me" I said, laughing
"I can't stop staring - you're too beautiful" He says
"Are you okay? I think you're coming down with something" I said as put my hand on his forehead.
"No, I'm totally fine" He said, swatting my hand away.
I rolled my eyes as Hayes cuddled me. I like it when he's clingy, but sometimes itgets annoying.
"Your food...I think its burning" I said
"It can wait"
"No, Hayes, I don't want our house to get burned down!" I said
"Okay, fine" He said, walking to the stove.
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This was a bit cheesy...
Sorry it was so short, will update tomorrow!
Bye
Samara
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HAYES GRIER IMAGINES
FanfictionThe title explains everything! Just some random situations that pop into my head when I'm bored. #8 when you search up "Hayes Grier Imagines" I also decided to do imagines because I'm horrible at plots and I eventually get bored of writing a long a...
