One direction imagines and prefrences

Breakfast (harry)

Harry: You both tend to wake up at approximately the same time; bright and early. With a husky groan, he tells you just how hungry he is and how he could sure use some of your buttermilk pancakes. You'll go on and make your way across the hall, socked feet sliding along the wooden floors. His lanky form brushes past you and moves towards the fridge, goose flesh rising up his skin as soon as he opens the door. As a pair, you organize all the necessary ingredients and utensils and place them up on the counter top. While you whip up the batter, his head droops onto your shoulder, large hands going on to encase your hips while humming a pleasant tune. He absolutely loves seeing you this way; his jumper draped over your small frame, hair a bit of a mess, cooking up his favorite breakfast. When you're done with the stove and go on to stack the pancakes up on a plate, he doesn't go in to eat immediately. His lips will bow down to press up against yours, a whispered 'thank you' brushing against your flushed cheeks.