Easter request
sorry its late but i hope you all enjoy it xx keep those requests coming
*bang* I hear a loud noise from the kitchen apartment. ‘harry are you alright in there?’ *clash* ‘OUCH!... yer babe…ouch… all good’ I laugh quietly not moving from the comfy hammock.
The boys were on tour and it was Easter tomorrow so I flew out to be with Harry and the boys for a week. Harry and I had been married for almost a year and this was our first Easter as husband and wife so he wanted it to be special. However as always it sounds like he has bitten off more than he can chew. As I continue to do my work from the laptop lazily lying in the hammock I hear him drop something else with a crash as it hits the floor ‘harry are you sure I can’t help you with whatever you are doing because at the moment it sounds like you are trying to make a set of drums out of pots and pans?’ I slightly rotate in the hammock to try to look into the kitchen only to see harry running towards me full speed ‘HARRY ARRRR!’ I scream as he gets awfully close but stops as soon as he reaches me. He looks down at me laying with his sparkling green eyes and that grin I love so much ‘no babe I told you it’s a surprise’ he takes my laptop off me and moves it to the side table and then kneels down next to me so we are the same height. ‘are you sure?’ i bring out my puppy dog eyes and pout and he chuckles in his deep raspy voice. He leans in and kisses me on the forehead, then trails down to my noise, my cheek bones and then kisses me softly on my lips ‘I am sure’ he whispers keeping his nose touching mine. I place my hands either side of his face and bring him closer kissing him slowly but more and more passionately as he moves to be closer. He stops for a second and winks next thing I know he jumps into the hammock and we both laugh as he tries to get comfy ‘harry the hammock can hold both of us!’ however he starts kissing me again pulling me in with his strong arms wrapping around my waist and back making me forget about the probability of us collapsing onto the ground. ‘Harry can I have one of the chocolat…GET A ROOM!’ we break apart to see Niall holding an Easter egg in his hands and judgementally looking at us. Harry chuckles as I giggle ‘sure thing mate’ Niall unwraps the egg and places it into his mouth all at once winking at us and walking off. Harry looks back down at me ‘I should get back to your surprise’ before I can object he pecks me on the lips and jumps out of the hammock nearly falling as he goes ‘hahaha have fun my little Easter bunny’
The next day I wake up to harry drawing patterns on my back and placing small kisses everywhere. without opening my eyes I wrap my arm around his bare chest and back pulling him in. chest to chest and legs intertwined he whispers ‘happy Easter Mrs styles’ with a soft kiss.
‘happy Easter Mr styles’ I say back. As we get up I throw his hoodie on and step into my slippers only to see little Easter eggs leading a trail from my slippers to the door ‘harry what is this?’ I ask looking over to see him staring at me beaming ‘well I guess you will just have to follow it to find out’ ‘oh my god Harry what have y…’ ‘just follow it babe!’ he chuckles and walks over to hug me from behind and kisses me on the back of my neck ‘trust me’. I follow the eggs out the door, through the lounge room, through the kitchen and out into the sun room where they stop at the hammock. I peek over to look inside the hammock a see hundreds of Easter eggs big and small ‘Oh My God Harry! How long did this take you!?’ ‘I woke up at 3am and did it whilst you were asleep. Niall helped for a bit but he kept eating them all. I giggle when all of a sudden I hear from the other end of the apartment ‘YUMMMM’ I walk over to a laughing harry and wrap my arms around his waist as he does the same ‘I think Niall is awake and eating’ ‘I think so too’ I stand on my tippe toes and kisses him ‘thankyou I love it, but you didn’t have to do this’ he pushes a stand of my bed hair out of my face and says ‘I know but I wanted to have some practise you know for when we have kids so I can give them a really cool Easter egg hunt’ he beams as he starts talking about children and I can’t help myself but jump up into his arms and kiss him even harder. ‘Far out guys you have your own room!’ Nial laughs ripping us off whilst eating the hundreds of eater eggs he has collected in his shirt. Harry puts me down and I say ‘well I guess I better give you your present’ harry lifts his eye brows up in surprise. I walk back into the kitchen with the other two following and open the fridge pulling out 3 cakes.
I hand the one covered in chocolate eggs and kitkats with a bunny butt poking out to Niall ‘happy Easter Niall’ he runs around the bench and hugs me so tightly I think I almost pop and kisses me on the cheek ‘you are the BEST y/n!’
I then look at harry and hand him the smaller of the three, it is covered in dark glossy chocolate with eggs and shaved chocolate on the top ‘it my 8 layered chocolate mousse cake. You’re favourite’ ‘wow’ is all he can manage to say as they both grab a knife cutting into their cakes, both taking a huge bite. Simultaneously their eyes roll into the back of their head smiling I laugh at them and harry comes over trapping me in his arms a kissing me with chocolate all over his face rubbing it all over me ‘HARRY!’ he just laughs and goes back for more ‘you are the best babe when did you make these because they weren’t in the fridge yesterday? ‘ I also woke up but at 1am to make them’
‘what’s the other cake for? Niall asks with cake stuffed into his mouth ‘that’s for when everyone when the rest of the boys and the girls come over this avo for our Easter party and Niall…’ ‘yer’ he says worried as I give him stern eyes ‘don’t eat it until then, ok!’ he nods his head and continues eating. Me and harry grab a hand full of the Easter eggs out of the hammock and head back to bed. As we lay there I watch harry try to unwrap an egg out of its foil ‘so do you want to start making kids now or later’ I say with a cheeking grin. He drops his egg looking over at me with wide eyes ‘now defiantly now’. Easter was perfect.













