HARRY STYLES IMAGINES (REQUESTS OPEN)

#2 The Day Off (REQUESTED)

Dedicated to : ScorpioStyle99 and everyone else reading this!! Since I'm using Y/N, you all can read this!

Thank you to ScorpioStyle99 for requesting this imagine.

Since you let me decide between your own name and Y/N, I decided to go with Y/N so that everyone could relate!

WARNINGS : NONE, JUST FLUFFY, SOFT HARRY

WORD COUNT : 1594

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It would be the weekend, meaning Harry's day off from the studio and your day off from your workplace as well. The night before, the two of you would have had a couple glasses of wine, had watched reruns of Friends and planned out your activities for the coming weekend, which on the contrary both would never end up doing.

Morning cuddles

The sunlight would break in through the thin material of the curtains, falling on Harry's tanned skin and he would stir, scrunching his nose because of the brightness. He would breathe deeply, the scent of your lavender shampoo filling his nostrils and a boyish smile would creep onto his handsome face.

"Lovie," he would mumble, his voice hoarse. "You're too far away."

He would extend his arms out, wrapping them around your much smaller frame and pulling your back against his own chest, holding you as close as he possibly would be able to.

Your body would relax instantly in his embrace. You would turn on your side, facing him, the sleep leaving your eyes swiftly. "My handsome man," you would whisper softly against his lips, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, him squirming as your warm breath would tickle his skin.

"Morning cuddles are my favorite part of our day off," he would say, placing gentle kisses on your head, entangling his legs with yours.

Making breakfast together

He would carry you downstairs bridal style, swooping your body up from the bed, your legs dangling back and forth freely, and childish giggles falling from your lips.

"H, put me down, I can walk," you would laugh as you would try to squirm free from his grip.

He would just stare at you adoringly, knowing that deep down you loved it more than he did but would never admit it. "Sure you can walk," he would say. "But I would carry you everywhere if I had to."

In the kitchen, he'd finally let you on your feet, and you would immediately open the cabinet in which the waffles mix was kept, taking it out and handing it over to Harry.

"Waffles, eggs and bacon?" You would suggest, your mouth watering at the names itself.

Harry would only chuckle, humming along silently. "I'll start preparing the batter."

Soon enough, a delicious fusion of aromas would sporut inside the kitchen, emitting from the voice of the sizzling bacon and fried eggs, while Harry would be drowning the warm waffles in maple syrup.

"Would you like to do the honours by having the very first bite?" Harry would ask, cutting into the Waffle with his fork and knife.

You would tilt forward, mouth wide open in anticipation and stomach growling from hunger.

As he would feed you a bite of the succulent waffle, "Fuck," was all you would be able to say, the sweet taste of it melting on your tongue.

Having a warm bath together