Harry Styles Imagines

Brownies

Y/N'S POV:

I was bored. I was waiting for Harry to get home from work.

I decided to bake him some brownies so when he got home he'd be a little happier when he got home, cause I know work makes him tired and grumpy.

I heard the door open, "Hey, Love. I'm home."

"Hi, honey!" I yelled. "What smells so good?" He asked, hanging his coat. "Brownie," I smile.

"Oh yummy, yummy, to my tummy🤪" he sings, "may I try one, m'lady?" He bows, "You may!" I grant him permission.

He takes a bite,"THESE ARE AMAZING!" He exclaims. "Good," I smile.

"Mind if I have the whole pan?" He smirks. "Nope, they're all mine." I laugh.

"Guess I'll fight you for them." He replies.

"Do it." I request.

He picks me up and throws me onto the couch, tickling me.

I can't stop giggling, "H-H-Harry s-stop," I stutter.

"Not until you let me have the whole pan," he mutters.

"Fine," I say.

"YAY!" He screams, immediately sprinting towards the kitchen.

I smile as I slowly walk behind him.

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BYE LOVESSS:))