I and Harry were both really tired from our work schedules, due to that we were not able to spend time together for 2 weeks. And I could say that we both were frustrated about that.
Today was my off and harry came back home earlier than expected but was in a bad mood.
"Hiii," I said but he seems to ignore me. "bad day, huh?" I asked him. Still no answer.
Then to lift his mood I thought of making some cupcakes when he was upstairs doing something...probably.
I started making the batter and he came downstairs and put his elbow on the island counter and leaned his head on it. "Are you making cupcakes?" he asked in excitement and I was happy that my plan worked to lift his mood.
"Yups," I said popping out the p.
I cracked some eggs and heard Harry standing up from his seat and walked towards me.
"need a hand, kitten" He whispered in my ear making me shiver. I shoved him away with my hip to which he only laughed.
"no, need Harry I am fine."
He looked at me in amusement before going back by my side, folding his sleeves upwards, and started pouring the batter in the container and I watched him curiously.
"I can do it more perfectly than you." He said with a smirk plastered on his face.
I crossed my arms over my chest. "Who cares, they are still going into the oven and wear an apron dumbass. I don't want your cooties all over the food."
I swatted his hands away and pushed him to the rack where the aprons were. He was about to grab the white one when a brilliant idea popped into my mind. I grinned deviously as I snatched the pink frilly apron with black polka dots on it. And it had Mama's cooking printed on the front. I almost died laughing when I saw Harry's facial expression when I gave him the apron.
"No, no thank you" he blurted out in the blink of an eye.
"oh, come on! Just wear it! You will look good in it!" I said, urging him to wear the girly apron.
He shook his head at me. "How do you know if I look good in it?"
"Imagination does a lot of things," I explained.
He raised an eyebrow. "I don't know what creeps me out more. You imagining me in the apron or the apron itself."
I rolled my eyes impatiently. "Just wear it, Harry. If you don't wear it there will be no cupcakes for you."
He looked at me suspiciously before putting on the apron and tied it around his waist. I tried to resist laughing out loud but his embraced face did it for me. I laughed so hard that my stomach started hurting, there were tears in my eyes and I couldn't even breathe properly.
"Oh my God, just look at your face. It's priceless! Wait I should get the camera!" I sprinted towards the living room where my phone was. I could hear Harry's footsteps when he was shouting at me.
I grabbed my phone from the coffee table just when he pulled me by my waist and tackled me on the couch. I was still laughing hard that I didn't even realize when I dropped my phone on the carpet. Harry had me still on the soft couch, his expression was unreadable when I saw his eyes moved from my eyes to my.... lips.
The next thing he did almost made me fall off the couch. His lips pressed roughly on mine, his tongue forcing itself into my mouth to which I gasped in utter shock, making my mouth wider for him and making it easier for his warm and wet tongue to probe deeper.
I tried to push him away, but his hold on me kept me in place. I tried to speak but end up muffled by his-dare I say it- sinful lips. Every time he kisses me I feel butterflies in my stomach even though we have kissed many times but this kiss was different. His kiss is mostly tender and gentle, but today I couldn't read what his eyes or lips wanted to say.
After a couple of minutes, my lungs felt like they were ready to explode and I tugged at the collar of his shirt, praying that he would get the message and he did. He pulled away from my lips and I could still feel his minty breath.
He kissed me once, twice, before he looked into my eyes as if he was searching for my soul. "you have beautiful eyes, kitten."
I blushed madly at his compliment. Deep inside, I felt the warmest feeling pooling over my body, making my heart beat faster.
For a while, we stayed like that, him on top of me while I lay beneath him not saying anything but enjoying each other's company.
After a while, my arms were getting numb. So, I gently nudged him away but he suddenly circled his arms around me in a tight embrace. I let out a silent gasp when I felt his hot breath on my exposed neck.
"Harry, the cupcakes," I said trailed off weakly.
He grumbled in his breath in disapproval, but his arms never let go. Instead, he hugged me tighter and snuggled his head under my chin. Watching him like this made me imagine him being a baby. An overgrown baby.
"Let's stay like this for a while," he mumbled.
I put my hand in his hair and started playing with his hair and his fruity scent of the shampoo filled my nostrils.
"Harry, I am hungry and I know that you are too. Let me go so I can cook for both of us."
Then, I heard soft snores coming out of his mouth that I could feel against my neck.
I didn't want to wake him up so I decided not to move and just let him be. I played with his hair by running my fingers through the strands. I watched the ceiling and waited for the time to go by.
Then I remember something that made me chuckle to myself.
Harry was still wearing that apron.
Hope you likes this one. It's was my first imagine so bear with me.
And I do take requests if anyone wants.
