Harry Styles Imagines

(77) - baking

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"I wanna eat a cake, Olivia...", Olivia's head rested softly against the comfortable pale pillow, and Harry whispered his wish.

However, Olivia didn't give him any signs of life, apart from the way she softly breathed and enjoyed the dream she was in.

"I know that you're going to say that I should buy one or that I should bake one myself...", Harry's head rested against the mattress right beside Olivia's tummy, since he was sitting in front of their bed.

"I know that you came from work very tired yesterday, so I don't want to put pressure on you, darling...", Harry sighed, as he told her gently.
He kinda tried to make her believe that he didn't really want her to bake him a cake.

Persuasion? Probably, and it was not working because Olivia exactly knew what game he was playing.

"You know, for Valentine's Day... I have something for you a-and I'll give you the present if you do something for me. Insignificant. I swear, it's easy and quick.", he looked at her sleeping face with hopeful eyes.

Harry was so sure that the idea of her getting a present from him would be enough for her to even open her eyes a little- but all he received was Olivia's body changing position.

Harry snorted and moved to sit in front of the other side of the bed.
"Please, baby? I won't mispronounce anything in that beautiful language of yours, ever again.", he swore.

"I'll cuddle with you as long as you want.", Harry suggested.
"And everytime we kiss, I'll kiss you with so much passion that you'll remember me throughout the day.", Harry blew a strand of his hair away and rested his head against the palm of his hand.
"I'll love you more than I do now. If it's even possible.", he muttered.

"I'll buy all the chocolate muffins in the world, for you. All of my promises are a bit exaggerated for my lonely little wish, if you have noticed, Olivia. See how much I love you? I'd even give up on my favourite grey sweater... Okay no, how about-"

"Really?!", Olivia suddenly sat up and squished his soft dimpled cheeks.

"I- no- I mean-"
"Thank you so much!", she hugged him and kissed every inch of his perfect face.

Harry snorted, regretting every word that escaped his lips without asking his brain first.

"Okay, now give me your sweater and we can start.", after all the sweet kisses, Olivia was given Harry's soft, grey sweater and both of them started making their way towards the kitchen.

"Take the baking pan from the drawer and the biscuits from the cupboard, please.", said Olivia while looking for cream cheese, liquid cream and butter.

"What about sugar?", asked Harry when he put everything on the kitchen table.
"Yes! And a spoon. Wait, also, a small pot and-", Olivia closed her eyes shortly, trying to remember.
"And a mixer! Thank you, Harry. You're such a sweetheart.", she kissed his lips once as he quickly blinked and grabbed a clean bowl from the table.

"Should I put the cream cheese and the liquid cream in the bowl?", asked Harry as his fingers were about to open the cheese.

Olivia nodded.
"I'm going to put the butter in the pot, so it can melt. Could you crush the biscuits, after you do what you have to do, please?", the way she asked him that, made Harry somewhat soft, so he nodded.

Harry wasn't the best chef in the world, so he usually let the women do all the cookings for him.
Although, he strongly believed that men should also be involved; or to at least help them.
Harry loved to help. Most of the time he's the one who actually is in need of help, because of his clumsy ways to do things.
But, he helped.

"Okay, now I need the crushed biscuits. I need to mix the compound and then put it in the backing pan... Are you done with them?", Harry nodded at her words and let Olivia mix the warm liquid and the crushed cookies together.

"How did you crush them?", she asked when she was about to spread the mixture in the backing pan.

"Ehm. With my hands, why?", Harry looked at her weirdly as she did the same.
"Oh- ehm. I was just- wondering.", she pressed her lips together and after checking that the mixture was spread equally, she put the backing pan in the fridge.

"Cool. What's next?", Harry rubbed his hands together and looked at her, eager to learn something new - even though, everything that they had done till now didn't stay in Harry's brain.

"Grab the mixer and mix the cream cheese and the liquid cream. As you do so, I'll add two or three spoons of sugar, okay?", Olivia smiled and Harry nodded.

Harry started mixing and slowly his brain started losing focus on what he was doing, and began thinking about all the things he could've actually done if he hadn't met Olivia.

Nothing.

Maybe it was true; Harry had no idea, because with her, he had been through everything.
She helped him discover the little things he never considered. For example, Harry never knew that he liked having his own nails painted, until Olivia decided to paint her own.

Harry didn't like cooking. Before he even started, he gave up, knowing that he'd fuck up by just holding a spoon in his hands.

She helped him find the confidence he didn't know that he needed.

"Thank you, Harry.", Olivia thanked him by kissing his two cheeks and he quickly blinked, his brain back to focus on the reality.

"Take the pan out from the fridge and... Yes, we'll do it right now.", she said to herself and Harry turned around to look at her, confused.

"What did you want to say, love?", she smiled at the nickname.
"The recipe said that we should wait a couple of hours before putting the cream over it.", Olivia pouted and furrowed her eyebrows.

"I want to eat the cake soon, so we'll do it now.", Harry happily exclaimed and took the pan out.

"But-", he put his lips on hers reassuring her in the most adorable way.

"Let's do it.", Harry took the spatula in his hands and spread the cream equally on the light brown surface, before putting it back in the fridge.

Harry sucked at backing, but Olivia helped him find the confidence: now he thought he was a real baker-

"Let's eat.", said Harry after a few seconds, making Olivia raise her eyebrows.

"You just put it in the fridge-"
"I was kidding.", he kissed her cheek as she rolled her eyes.

"You frog.", his lips melted against hers, sealing the end of another eventful morning.

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Published the 17th of February 2019.