in which...

...Y/N tries to make something sweet for Harry

request: diana:((( i am begging of you.. give us some soft loving and kissy harry comforting you because of something you're sad about... my life has been a mess this whole year please make it better

something short and sweet, coming right up! 

The kitchen is what can only be described as a straight up mess. It's filled with dirty dishes, a counter top dusted in flour, sticky tiles and the sound of quiet complaints coming from underneath the table. Y/N is scrambling to catch the spoon she dropped, hitting her head when she tries to get up, hissing in pain.

"This is not good," she sighs and worries her bottom lip, "not good."

She paces around, trying to clean as much as possible, throwing out yet another batch of burned cupcakes. The afternoon was filled with serenity before she decided to do this. She thought it would be a good idea to expand her culinary knowledge over to desserts as well. Harry might like it so she thought she'd give it a try. After all, how hard can it be to make some basic lemon cupcakes? Harder than she thought, apparently.

"Should've just bought the boxed stuff." She shakes her head and pushes back the whine of frustration that's already building in the back of her throat.

Running quickly to the sink, she wets a rag and starts wiping the counter, reminding herself that a messy kitchen is never a good kitchen to be working in. Muttering out a string of okay's and trying to get in the right mindset, she goes back to trying to fix the batter. All the positive thoughts go to down the drain though when she runs her spoon through it and realizes it's way too watery, the loudest whine yet coming out of her mouth in frustration, letting her forehead hit the counter loudly.

Suddenly there's the sound of a key twisting in the lock of the front door and her head whips up at the sound, wide eyes watching as it opens and Harry walks inside. He locks the door behind himself and turns around, scrunching his nose up in a weird way, probably at the smell of burning. Y/N wants to jump out the window. As soon as his eyes meet hers and he sees her messy appearance, his mouth parts.

"Help." Is all Y/N says and her forehead falls once again on the marble countertop.

"Oh, no." He quickly slips his boots off, keys and wallet falling somewhere in the hallway and he hurries to her side in the kitchen. "What've you done, poppet, huh?"

Y/N sniffles quietly, realizing all the frustration made her get a bit teary. "Was just trying to make something nice for you."

Harry quite positively coos, arms circling her hunched over frame, nose brushing her cheek. "Sweet angel." He dotes on her, cold fingers running through her hair in a comforting way. "Tried to bake me cookies?"

"Cupcakes." She corrects him, speaking in an obvious pout.

Harry gives a small laugh, smearing a wet kiss on her cheek and tries lifting her chin up with his free hand. "All for me?" He asks and she nods bashfully, wiping the dried batter from her fingertips on her apron, looking up at him through wet lashes. "You shouldn't have, love."

She snorts, face falling back on the counter, hiding between her arms. "Clearly." Harry's eyes widen.

"No, no, come on." He tries to keep in a chuckle, fingertips stroking over the tops of her cheeks, trying to lift her head once again. "Didn't mean it like that."

"I'm sensitive, don't be mean to me." She mumbles, slapping his thigh and wiping under her eyes.

"I'm not!" He drags out the word, biting his bottom lip to bottle in another laugh. "I appreciate it. Look at that." He nods towards the unsuccessful batches on the table. "Cupcakes for me? Made with your own two hands?" He holds her hands in his, stroking over her knuckles in a comforting way. "Where will I ever find someone as sweet as you, hm?"

Y/N lifts her head up and looks at him, watching as he smiles and tilts his head slightly to the side, in a cute way. "Pretty baby."

Y/N slaps his shoulder lightly and lets her head rest on his chest, cheek pressed against his hoodie, trying to pick out the sound of his heartbeat. His arms quickly circle her, lips pressing to the top of her head, leaving a drawn-out kiss behind. He slowly strokes over her back as he speaks.

"You're an amazing cook, lovey." He pauses. "Desserts are just not really your thing." She sighs a little in agreement. "And that's fine!" He quickly adds. "You're sweet enough for me already, don't need any cupcakes. Might just give me a toothache."

Y/N feels her lips pull into a smile for the first time today and she breathes in the scent of his cologne, fingers gripping lightly on his hoodie. They sit quietly like that for a few moments, before Harry whispers.

"Hey," she lifts her head, looking up at him, "there's a few that don't look all that bad."

She looks back at the failed batches and smiles a little sadly. Turning around, she looks into his eyes and he lifts her chin up as she speaks. "Wanna make some icing?"

Harry quickly presses a kiss to her lips and smiles, stroking his thumb over her cheekbone. "Cute." He presses the lightest peck to her nose, before looking around the mess still left in the kitchen, cringing a little on the inside. "Don't worry, I got it."