Harry Styles Imagines

32. Cooking Together

After quickly brushing your hair with a comb, you put on some lacey black lingerie and then got dressed in your favourite jeans and one of Harry's colourful button ups. After checking your appearance in the mirror, you walked downstairs and looked for your boyfriend.

Harry's back was facing you when you walked in the kitchen, his muscles flexing every once in awhile.

"Whatcha doin'?" You asked while placing a kiss on his back and then hopping on the counter.

Harry stopped doing whatever he was doing and immediately stepped in between your legs. Before you could question his actions, his lips were on yours, moving together like one. A smile crept onto your face and he rested his head in the crook of your neck.

"Your hair smells nice." A giggle left your lips while you played with the ends of Harry's hair. "Are you cooking dinner?"

Harry nodded his head before taking a step back again. He started cutting some vegetables and you couldn't help yourself as you quickly snatched away a slice of cucumber. When Harry glared at you, you smiled innocently and acted like you didn't do anything wrong. After another minute, you grabbed some little tomatoes and ate them with a stupid smile on your face.

"Are you going to eat everything?" Harry joked, a smirk evident on his pretty face.

"I want to help," you said before hopping off the counter and walking next to Harry. He gave you some carrots so you could cut those and then went back to his work. You playfully bumped your hip into Harry's and he chuckled at your childish behavior.

Ten minutes had passed and you had already cut 5 carrots and a crop of salad. When Harry didn't look, you quickly grabbed some pieces of cucumber and put them in your mouth, giggling everytime you did so.

"You're such a baby," Harry said while laughing. He had clearly noticed you stole all his food, but he didn't mind. He liked cooking with you, being near you even.

"But I'm your baby," you winked and ran a hand through your now dry hair.

"Can't deny that. Now, please, get out of my kitchen before we don't have any food left for dinner."

You playfully scoffed at his words, turning your back to him. Before you left the kitchen, Harry slapped your bum lightly, laughing afterwards and you quickly joined him.

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"This was really good, Harry," you gestured toward your empty plate and smiled. "Thank you."

"No problem. I'm glad you enjoyed it." You both put your plates in the dishwasher and then went to the couch. Dropping youself down onto the couch, you cuddled up to Harry's chest.

"I like your new shirt, by the way."

Your boyfriend looked down to your chest and a dimpled smile appeared on his face. "I see you already claimed it as yours."

"It looks nice on me, doesn't it?" You teased, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

"Everything looks great on you, Y/N," he muttered under his breath, probably not intending for you to hear it. But you did, and your heart started to beat faster in your chest.

"You know what would really look nice?" Harry asked, while starting to unbutton the top buttons of the shirt you were wearing. Your breath hitched in your throat and you shyly shook your head.

"Your clothes on our bedroom floor," he whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He softly took your small hand in his, leading you up the stairs.

"And that's exactly what's going to happen."