Harry Styles Imagines

(89) - stupid eggs

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"Goodnight baby.", I tell Harry one last time and fall asleep on my side of our bed.

"Goodnight princess."

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"Olivia, hey baby, wake up. The sun is shining."
"Hmm.", I slowly open my eyes and look at the clock on our wall.

"Frog.", "It's two a.m.", I close my eyes again, trying to fall asleep once again.
"But, but, I want a cake.", he kisses my cheek.

"I truly hope you're not kidding."
"I wish it too.", he whisperes.

"Ugh. Why can't you men do something for us women?", I rub my eyes with my fist.
"Because.", Harry attacked my face with kisses.

"Alright. I'll tell what to do and you'll do it by yourself.", I suggested.

"But, I want you to do it.", he pouts.

"Together?", I ask him.

"Together."

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"Separate the yolk from the egg white.", I tell him still feeling sleepy.

"Stupid eggs.", the eggs fall on the ground.

"Wow Harry. Good job.", I compliment him yawning.

"I don't think I've done a good job by breaking them.", he looks at the yellow and white compound.

"I want to sleep.", I yawn.
"And I want to eat cake."

"It's three a.m. now, Harold.", he starts talking and I cut him off by just heading towards the stairs.

"Goodnight frog.", I tell him and walk away.

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I wake up to the shining sun, for real now.

Beside me there's no one, when usually there would be a frog with no sheets on his body, because I'd steal them during the night.

"Frog!", I call and get no response.

I stand up and head towards the bathroom to wash my face.
Afterwards, I enter our empty livingroom.

"Harry!", I call once again.

I hear music from the kitchen, so my next stop would be the room I left Harry this early morning in.

"Mornin', frog.", I tell him yawning.
"Holy Niall.", I exclaim looking at the disaster in front of my eyes.

"Vas happenin.", I cover my eyes.

"Oh, hi! Didn't see you there.", he waves his hand.

"Of course you didn't. What happened?"

"I made you a cake.", he smiles looking as tired as ever.

"Aww frog. You didn't have to.", I kiss his lips as he slides the plate with the cake towards me.

"Try it.", I take a spoon and try the horrible looking cake.

It tastes awful.
"Wow Harry. It tastes amazing.", I convince him with a small smile.

"Alright. I want to try my masterpiece too."

"No, no, no, baby. First breakfast and then the cake.", I stop him from eating.

"You haven't eaten breakfast either.", he whined.

"Yes I did.", I lie.

"When?", he raises his eyebrows.

Think of a lie. C'mon.

"I hide sweets under our bed.", his eyes go wide.

"I smell lies in this room.", he sniffs.

"Why would I ever lie?", I ask innocently.

"Because you wouldn't want to make me feel bad about the shit I did.
And yes, I tried the cake before. I know, it's horrible. But that's what you get for not wanting to bake me a cake.", he crosses his arms.

My eyes go wide.

"I'm so, sor-", he cuts me off and kisses my lips.

"Your lips taste awful.", he chuckles.

"Thank you Harry.", I roll my eyes.

"They're still mine.", he smiles and kisses me again.

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Thank you so much for 500 reads!
Wow.

I experimented a bit with the last two chapters. The first has been written in the third person and this one in present tense. I personally feel easier to write in past tense.
Tell me your own opinion with a comment!

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All the love,
belle.

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Published the 24th of March 2018.