**RIYAS POV**
I woke up to the most ridiculous smell. So I found the will to open my mouth and ask, “Harry? What is that?!"
When he didn’t respond, I threw my arm over and he wasn't there. So I called him again.
“In here, love!" Harry called back from inside the kitchen. I groaned about having to get up, but I wanted to see his face more than I wanted to sleep.
Inside the kitchen was a busy Harry. He had every pot and pan in the house out on the island and he had the cutest 'KISS THE CHEF' apron on. He had the stove on and I then realized what the smell was.
“Harry, what did you burn?" I asked incredulously.
“Ok. So here’s what happened. I woke up and you were still sleeping. So I decided to go ahead and make you some breakfast. I burnt the omelet about four times." He admitted sheepishly.
I laughed at him and said, “Thats very sweet of you. But you need some help. Let me go freshen up and I'll help you out. Alright?"
“Alright. Fine." He grumbled, turning the stove off in defeat. He then smiled and then leaned in to me. But as hard as it was, I stepped away from him. “What’s wrong?" He immediately inquired.
“Harry....I probably have morning breath." I shrugged.
He rolled his eyes and leaned in to kiss my nose and said, “You're cute because you think that I care."
After washing up, I returned to his rescue and taught him how to properly make an omelet and french toast.
“Where are the plates?" I asked.
“In that cabinet." He pointed to the cabinet behind me. As I was turning to get to it, he stopped me and shook his head disapprovingly. “Obey the apron."
I obeyed.
“You know, I hope you'll be able to cook for me when we’re both old and wrinkly." Harry told me.
“We'll see about that," I rolled my eyes, “You'd probably have to help me."
“Okay. Or maybe one of our nine kids can help us cook." Harry shrugged.
He continued eating in all of his seriousness. My jaw dropped and he only looked up at me once I involuntarily dropped my spoon.
“Nine?! I think my hips probably would have exploded already by then." I said confidently.
“As long as I'm the one exploding them." He smirked at me.
We finished up and then I smacked Harry’s head as he began to get up.
“What do you think you're doing, mister?" I demanded.
“Getting up to take a shower?" He said innocently.
“No you're not. You're going to do these dishes before that. The entire kitchens a mess" I told him.
He laughed and said, “Yes, Dear." before coming in swiftly to kiss my cheek.
I helped him clean and in about ten minutes, the kitchen was spotless.
“Wow Riya. I could probably eat off the floor if I wanted to. This is the cleanest my kitchen has ever been."
“You're very welcome." I smiled at him
“Ri, do you mind running the water for me. I have to run up to get a towel." Harry said.
I agreed and walked to the end of the hall and turned the water to cold.
I turned around and I was immediately bombarded by a shirtless Harry Styles.
“So I had this idea. You know. Nine kids is a lot."
“Yeah...it is..." I said slowly. Wondering where he was going with this.
“So I thought it'd be best if we started practicing now." He came closer and closer to me and his face was serious but I could see the joke in his eye.
So I played along. I stood up on my tiptoes and got real close to him before maneuvering my way around him and I let him fall into the shower. I ran off and I heard him holler, “Ahhhh! The water is COLD!"
I laughed because it was completely incidental that I set the water on cold.
Once he got out, I couldn't help but laugh. I also couldn't help but stare. His curls were so perfect when they were wet.
“You thought that was funny. Didn’t you?" He asked coming close to me again.
“No. I actually thought it was hilarious." I admitted.
“Well so is this." He flipped his wet hair all over me and I had nothing to retaliate with. He didn’t stop until my entire head was wet.
“How was that?" He asked, holding me by the hips.
“It was great. I hope you had a nice shower." I told him, putting my finger to his nose.
“It only would have been better if you were in there with me." He winked.
We ended up laughing the rest of our morning away.
