Harry Styles Imagines

(103) - family lunch

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"Welcome home, son.", Olivia's dad; Alessandro, welcomed Harry for the first time in their home in Italy.

"It'a pleasure meeting you, sir. Thank you.", Harry said shaking his hand, making Alessandro lightly chuckle.

"Follow me in the kitchen, Harry. Oh, and by the way, I hate being called sir if I don't have anything to do with work. Please call me Alessandro.", Harry nodded quickly, feeling that the anxiety started building up in his chest.

"Uhm, where is Olivia?", the young man managed to ask.
"She's in the kitchen helping Francesca with a couple of things. The food should be enough to fill everybody's stomach.", Harry nodded once again, and as they finally entered the kitchen he nearly lost his eyes at the sight.

The food on the table weren't a couple of things. There was enough food to feed the whole country.
Harry looked at Olivia who was mixing something in a small pot; he assumed it was pasta.
He recognised pasta, lasagne, pizza, chicken and some kind of soup.

"I thought you were making gnocchi.", Alessandro looked at Francesca, who was also preparing something.
The woman rolled her eyes.
"I'm no slave in this house. When you want something, you do it for yourself. I thought you knew that the day we got married.", Francesca quickly hit him with the rag she was holding.

"Go set the table. The plates, forks, spoons and glasses are in the other room. The napkins too. Hop hop.", Francesca made Alessandro roll his eyes.

Olivia made eye contact with Harry and exchanged a little smile, before both of them had to help her parents.

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"Olivia, psst.", Harry looked at his girlfriend from the kitchen door, his long curls impossible to hide.
Olivia stopped her actions and lowered her spoon, slowly turning around catching her boyfriend's green eye.

He motioned with his hand to follow him.
"Mum, can I take a small break?", she quickly made up an excuse.
"You won't be saying that while eating, darling. But, whatever. Go.", Olivia rolled her eyes and as she exited the kitchen, she caught Harry's hand.

"Let's go to my room.", she whispered and they slowly made their way towards the wanted place.
Her hand was in his, as they finally laid down on her bed, their backs meeting the soft material of the sheets.

"I missed you, H.", Olivia murmured as she nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck, making Harry release a content sigh.
"I also missed you, Ollie."

"Who else is coming for lunch?", Harry asked.
"Ehm, nobody but us. Why do you ask?", the man's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"All of the food is for us?", Olivia nodded at his words.

"Food is ready, children!", they both jumped a little at Francesca's loud call.
"Let's go.", Olivia grabbed his hand and they walked in the dining room, Harry's eyes widened at all the food that was only meant to feed four people.
"Have you ever wasted any food?", Olivia shook her head at his words.
"We're naturally very hungry, so nope.", Harry shook his head, smiling.

"Please take a seat Harry. Some wine?", Alessandro asked.
"Just some water, please.", Olivia's dad quickly brought the wished drink and Harry sat down beside Olivia.

"What are all of these forks?", Harry whispered at Olivia, looking at the three different forks beside his plate, all of them owning a different size.
"And these spoons... Are you sure that it's just us?", Olivia was about to answer and to explain, until Francesca told them to put some food in their plates.

"We know that you like chicken, dear.", Francesca put some chicken and vegetables on Harry's plate, while Alessandro snorted.
"You have never put food in my plate.", the woman rolled her eyes.

"Please start eating. Buon appetito.", Olivia's mum smiled and started eating. Harry blushed, not knowing which fork he should use first.
"What are you waiting for, son?", Harry's cheeks were on fire and Olivia laughed.

"He doesn't know which fork he should use, dad. For the chicken.", Francesca dropped her spoon in the soup at her daughter's words.
Alessandro and Olivia laughed at the situation, Francesca immediately silenced them.

"Darling, it's okay.", the woman patted Harry's hand, who pressed his lips together in embarrassment.
"We eat chicken with our hands. No cutlery.", Harry's eyes widened.

"Really?", Francesca nodded at his surprised word.
"Stop laughing, children and eat. I didn't cook for nothing-"
"I also helped-"
"Eat."

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Welcome to another #Harry'sSunday! It was so much fun writing this chapter! :)
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Published the 7th of July 2019.