drowninherperfume - harry styles writings

Cleaning

"Get up! Now quickly Y/N, c'mon." Harry shouts, banging on the bedroom door loudly with his hands, his rings contributing to the distressing noise. You stretch slightly, your eyelids heavy as you pull the white duvet over your head to hang on to what was left of your slumber.

Harry climbs on top of you after placing a warm mug of coffee on your nightstand, taking careful steps to prevent ruining your cream-coloured carpet. "Y'know today's Sunday." He murmurs, placing a kiss to your forehead. You crinkle up your nose, your eyes still tightly shut as the sun poured through the large window of your room. He reached up, pushing some loose strands of hair from your face and kissing you again. "I let you sleep in, but now it's time to clean." He grins mischievously, goosebumps creeping up your skin as he stands there with your duvet in his hands.

"Harry." You whine, sitting up in your bed with your face resembling one of a pouty child. "It's Sunday, day of relaxation and all that." You complain, dragging yourself off of the grey sheets. Harry tuts and pulls you into him, his thumb running over your hip under your t-shirt. He leans down and presses a sweet, short kiss to your lips.

"Actually Sunday is going to be our cleaning day from now on." He smiles widely, his morning motivation being a complete mystery to you. You shake your head, pushing him by his shoulder in a playful manner.

"It's a good job I love you, Styles." You smile, making your way to the bathroom to shower.

When you finish, feeling refreshed and relaxed, you make your way into the kitchen where Harry is scrubbing the sides. You smile slightly, knowing most of your friend's boyfriends would just leave the tidying up to them, but you were glad Harry was different. His eyes shot up to you, creasing slightly at the sides when he takes in the sight of you. Bending down to fetch something from under the sink, throwing it in your direction.

"Please Y/N, my love. It'd be lovely if you could help." You mimic the way he should've asked you, him smirking as he moves the toaster out of the way to clean. Holding the spray in your hand, you move to wipe the windows down.

"You look really hot in my shirt." He murmurs, nudging you with his hip once he makes his way round to where you're standing. You stumble slightly and grasp onto the white marble sides, a gasp slipping past your lips.

"But then again you look extremely cute with your hair up in a bun like that." He coos in a baby voice and you can't help but let your cheeks tint pink.

"Shut up." You mumble contrary to the smile present on your face. "You look like you're part of a teenage thug club with those shorts on." You tease, knocking him back with your hip.

His fingertips trace your hipbone before
squeezing it and turning you towards him.

"Your attitude today is just too much to handle." He jokes, pulling you closer to his body with this hands on the small of your back. A lock of hair falls over into his eyes and you reach up to brush it out of the way, receiving a grateful kiss on the forehead from him.

"I'm just playing around." You smile, placing a kiss on his jaw before going back to cleaning. With a content expression on his face, he steps back and watches you carry out your task with complete and utter focus which makes his heart flutter a little. At that moment, he realised he wants to spend every Sunday for the rest of his life doing this with you.

"You coming to clean the porch?" He asks, breaking out of his thoughts as he grabs two sweeping brushes. You nod and reach for his hand as you walk out together. An abundance of orange and red leaves were scattered the front way, the autumn chill settling over you both once you stepped outside. The sky was dismal, a few children playing outside wrapped in coats and scarfs. "I could do this with you every single Sunday for the rest of my life." Harry sighs, watching you clear up the pillows you had left there last night.

"I don't know Harry, cleaning all day." You complain again playfully, eliciting a groan of response from Harry. "I'm kidding. I could spend every single day of the rest of my life doing whatever you desire, as long as we're together."