Harry Styles Imagines

54.Day Off

I fluttered my eyes open and smiled at Harry's lights snores. I lay my head on his toned chest and his arm is wrapped around my waist, our legs tangled together. Saturdays is my favorite day of the week since its my and Harry's day off and we get to spend our time together, either go out on a date or stay at home and chill. I drew circles in his stomach and I he shuffled a bit, I looked at him and he's awake. He smiled at me and I snuggled closer in his neck, inhaling his heavenly scent.

"Good morning beautiful." He rasped.

"Good morning handsome." I smiled at him.

"So what do you wanna do today?" He asked hugging me closer, if its even possible.

"Let's bake!"

"I bet you'll love me even more when you taste my bakes." Harry smirked.

"And I bet I could do better than you."

"Oh are you challenging me?"

"The game is on." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"What's the prize?" He asked.

"Uhm, you get all the bacons on the fridge." I wasn't sure if that's a good bet because I feel like my week isn't complete without having bacons at least twice a week.

"Sounds like a bet to me."

"Can I change that?"

"No changing." He pouted.

"Ugh fine!" I whined.

"Give me a kiss." He leaned in but I dodged.

"My breath smells like shit so no." I chuckled then got up but he pulled me down and I squealed. "Harry let go, you jerk."

"Just a kiss." He pouted his lips and I giggled.

"No kissing butthead." I rolled my eyes and tried to get away from his grip but he's too strong. "Babe! I'll kiss you after I brush my teeth."

"I want a kiss now." He stubbornly said so I kissed him in the cheek and I ran away towards the bathroom.

I heard Harry groaned and I laughed loudly. I started brushing my teeth and washing my face. I walk out of the bathroom to see our bed fixed and Harry is nowhere to be seen.

I walk downstairs to see Harry cooking, his back against me and he looks really hot. His sweatpants is hanging low in his hips and he doesn't wear his shirt so I could see the muscles on his back and the black ink drawn into a perfect art in his upper body. He must notice my presence when he looked back and smiled at me, I walked to him and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind. I nuzzled my face in the crook of his neck and he let's out a deep chuckle.

"That smells really good." I peered at the eggs he is cooking and the French toast he's making.

"Are you afraid you'll be missing your beloved bacons for a weak?" He chuckled and I punched his arm playfully standing beside him.

"No I'm not, I'm pretty sure I could beat you." I rolled my eyes at him.

"Whatever, after breakfast let's go to the supermarket and buy ingredients, yeah?"

"Okay sure." I nod.

"Now sit down and leave me here. I'm doing my masterpiece, can't you see?" He pushed me slightly and I squeezed his ass earning a death glare from him.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?" He hummed in response.

"Can we just walk in the park?" I asked.