Harry Styles Imagines

Cooking

8. Cooking

YOUR P.O.V.

I was stirring the batter that was going into the oven. I was making a delicious cake for dinner tomorrow. My family and Harry's family were both coming over to celebrate Christmas!

It was mine and Harry's third Christmas together and I couldn't have been happier.

I was about to pour the batter into the bowl to put in the oven but hands came around my waist and distracted me.

"What are you doing babe?" he asked.

"Baking. You didn't forget the whole family is coming over right?"

He stilled for a minute. His breathing stopped as if he had just remembered something important.

"Oh Harry, please tell me you didn't." I sighed.

"No I did... I guess I just didn't realize what day it was." he said.

I chucked. "Always forgetting, you."

He reached around me and dipped his finger in the batter, before I could scold him, and ate it. I turned around to frown at him when I saw him smiling cheekily at me.

"Harry! This cake is for tomorrow! I don't need your nasty fingers in it." I scolded.

"Nasty fingers," he gasped. "I would say you usually like them."

I groaned. "Harry! Please don't."

He smiled and kissed me.

"Don't worry babe, I like your nasty fingers too."

My head fell onto his shoulder as I chuckled.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I mumbled.

He lifted my head and kissed me. He tasted like chocolate, mint, and just Harry.

"Nothing. Just a young boy in love."

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Xoxo my kitties

~Katie~