Hi! Can i request for the OC to cook breakfast before Harry wakes up in the morning, but she wasnt expecting him when Harry suddenly backhugged her while she was cooking saying something like “Good morning, baby” the OC is a good cook, too!
Hii, thanks for your request. Sorry it took me so long, I hope you enjoy it though.xxx
When she woke up it was still early, the sunlight just barely shining through the curtains of Harry’s bedroom. She decided to stand up though. For once she wanted to be the one to make breakfast and spoil him with some pancakes and other good stuff.
His body was curled into hers, his head on her chest and his lips pressed to the top of her breast, the air they released tickling her soft skin.
She stroked his hair back, off his forehead and pressed her lips against his skin. She never quite understood those couples before, which were always kissing all over each other but now she did. It was almost a reflex to press her lips against parts of his body.
Carefully she moved away from him, almost whining when the warmth of him left her body. She made sure the blanket was covering his whole figure before pressing another kiss to his face and then silently tip toeing out of the room and making her way to his kitchen.
Y/N turned the radio on, getting all the ingredients for a nice breakfast and then getting started. She prepared pancakes, bacon and fried eggs. A small fruit salad with berries and apple pieces and fresh orange juice.
She was almost finished with everything when Harry came in. She didn’t acknowledge his presence before he wrapped his arms around her from behind. A soft squeal leaving her lips at the sudden contact. Harry tucked his face into her neck, breathing in her smell of shampoo, fresh laundry and his own perfume which for some reason made him feel all happy inside. His arms were tightly around her waist, pressing her back as close to his front as possible.
“Good morning, darling.” he whispered into her ear before pressing a kisses from her cheek down to her neck and over her shoulder.
“Good morning.” she repeated with a almost disappointed sound to her voice.
“What’s the matter?” he asked a bit concerned.
“Wanted to be ready with everything when you woke up. Maybe even bring it up in bed.” she sighed.
“Oh, my love” he chuckled.
Harry turned her around and engulfed her small figure in a tight embrace. He loved hugging her. Something about it made his heart beat faster and his stomach fill with butterflies. His arms were so tightly around her that his hands squeezed her sides and his face was squished into her neck.
He pulled back after a few moments and cupped her cheeks to make her look at him.
“It’s absolutely perfect, sweetheart.” he told her before he pressed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss.
She sighed and melted into him, her lips finding his again and again until the timer on her phone went off, signaling that the pancakes were ready.
She pushed him away softly, her hands slapping against his shoulders.
“Sit yourself down.” she grinned.
He watched how she put all the foot on two plates and put all of it on the table and then finally sat down in front of him.
“Wow.” Harry said as he eyes all the delicious things she prepared for him.
“Thank you very much, baby.”
“No need to thank me. You cook for me all the time, was long overdue that I made something for you.” she smiled at him and grabbed his hand which he placed on the table.
He squeezed his fingers with a loving smile on his lips before they both started eating.
“Goodness, love. That was the most delicious food I’ve ever eaten.” Harry sighed contently.
“You’re just saying that because you love me.” she teased him.
He caught her wrist before she could take his plate and made her sit down on his lap with her legs on either side of his.
“I do, yes. I love you very much.”
Somehow the atmosphere changed. The funny banter and easy chattering turned into deep stares and serious words.
“I don’t think I tell you enough but I do really love you. A lot. And the fact that you prepared all this just for me made me love you even more. If that’s possible.”
She stared into his eyes a few seconds more before she diverted her eyes to her lap.
“You’re gonna make me cry.”
Harry chuckled and wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly to his chest.
“M'sorry, love. Didn’t mean to make you cry.”
She pulled back after a bit, pressing her forehead against his.
“I love you too, you know. A lot. Like a lot, a lot.”
He smiled softly at her words and cupped her cheeks with both hands before pressing his lips against hers.
“How about we go back to bed now?” he asked with a sheepish smile on his lips.
“I’d love to, but there’s a lot of dirty dishes and-”
He interrupted her with another kiss.
“So you’re saying you prefer dirty dishes over a bit of time in bed with me? Maybe even a bit of naked time with me?”
Y/N laughed softly and shook her head.
“Of course not.”
He stood up with her still clinging to him, a surprised squeal leaving her lips. He carried her to his bedroom where they did exactly what he said.
Amy’s surprise party was tonight, but right now, we were all in the Bowling Alley… bowling. It was sort of a distraction whilst her mom and other members of her family were at the house decorating and preparing everything for the party. And we were all pretty sure that Amy would give us that whole “You didn’t have to throw me a party” thing again once we arrived home, but we didn’t care. There was gonna be cake and she would never reject cake.
After I threw the bowling ball and managed to knock off 7 bowling pins, I sat down next to Emily and watched as Luke stood up and grabbed one of the balls. “Hey,” Emily nudged my shoulder. “When are you and Harry gonna solve everything out?”
“What do you mean?,” I questioned, glancing quickly at Harry, who was sitting on the other side and chatting with Ray, before looking back at Emily. “Everything’s fine between us”
She raised an eyebrow. “Yeah right, you stupid bitch. We’ve all noticed that you and Harry have barely talked these days and we have seen very little PDA between you two”
“So,” she slapped the back of my head. “Fix it! I can’t stand you two like that!”
“What do you want me to do, Emily?,” I hissed, rubbing my head. “It’s really awkward between us and I’m too stubborn to go and talk to him first”
“Look,” she said. “I get that Nicole is probably an even bigger slut than Amanda, but understand that Harry didn’t do anything with her! She’s the one up his butt! Do not let that whore ruin something that was anticipated by your best friend since forever!”
At this point, she was grabbing me by the arms and shaking me as she talked. “Honestly, Emily, It’s not like I’m gonna break up with him. It’s just-” I couldn’t help but to look up at him once again, and this time we made brief eye contact before I quickly ended it. “-I wanna go there and apologize for acting like a dumb bitch, but I’m actually nervous to do it”
“How about you do it at the party?,” Emily suggested. “Just grab him aside and go to a separate room so you can settle everything in private. And if you guys wanna do something else, well-”
“I’m kidding!,” she raised her hands in defense, chuckling. “Although, you wouldn’t mind it, would you? You thirsty-”
“Stop talking now” I covered her mouth with one hand.
When the game was over, we ate some buffalo wings before heading to the parking lot. When we were there, Harry walked up to me and spoke to me for like the 3rd time this night. “So, um, do you wanna ride with me back to Amy’s house?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck.
I was going to say yes, but then I thought about how awkward it would be with me and him in the front seats whilst three other boys were in the backseat. So, I went with, “Uh, no, I’m just gonna go with Emily and the girls”
I probably sounded rude, and I almost held him tight once I saw his expression. “O-oh, okay. See you there, then?”
I nodded. “Yeah… bye”
And then I walked back to Emily’s car, where all of them where shaking their heads at me disapprovingly.
As expected, Amy was actually surprised about the party, but was more surprised because of the people that had attended. Of course, she also repeated “I told you guys that you didn’t have to throw me a party”, but she was enjoying it anyway. And whilst she caught up with some of her other friends, the rest of us were mainly chatting with each other. And after a while, Emily nudged me on the ribs and motioned at Harry with her head. Sighing, I stood up, my stomach already twisting.
He was laughing about something with Niall, Louis, and Liam, but I really couldn’t hear it because of the music playing. I didn’t even have to catch his attention because his eyes landed on me as I walked up to them and stood next to him. “Hey” he said, sounding almost surprised.
“Hey,” I said, then leaned closer to his ear. “Can we talk?”
He nodded. “Of course”
Then, after excusing ourselves with the boys, I grabbed his hand and guided him to one of the rooms upstairs.
We ended up in Amy’s room, which was mostly covered in Supernatural, Sherlock, The Hunger Games posters. Her bookshelf was full, just like mine and Emily’s and Valerie’s. Her room was the biggest, though, and that’s why we mostly did sleepovers there.
Harry sat down in her bed as I subconsciously ran my fingers softly through the books. And when I turned to him, he was watching me with a small smile. “Sorry” I muttered, stepping away from the bookshelf.
“S’okay,” he said, watching as I sat down next to him. “Are you feeling alright?”
“Yeah. I’m just…” I brushed a strain of hair behind my ear. “I don’t know why, I’m kinda nervous to talk to you right now”
“I’m nervous, too” he admitted.
I looked up at him. “Really?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, fiddling with his fingers. “I’m hoping that the words ‘I’m breaking up with you’ don’t come out of your mouth”
I kept looking at him until he finally looked at me back. “I’m not breaking up with you”
He let out a sigh of relief. “Oh God, all this time I was completely scared because we were barely talking and I thought that I had messed up everything and-”
“No, you didn’t mess anything up,” I shook my head. “It was me who acted like a jerk and I insulted you pretty badly”
He chuckled. “But you had every right to be mad. You missed part of the concert because Nicole ruined everything, and I didn’t try hard enough. I mean, why did I even agree to tutor her?”
“’Cause you’re dumb”
“Yeah,” he said with a nod. “Yeah, I am. I was stupid enough to think that you were actually fine with me tutoring her, what the hell?”
I rolled my eyes, chuckling. “I guess you don’t know me well enough”
He nudged me playfully as I laughed at his face. And then when it went silent we both looked at each other at the same time and said, “I’m sorry”.
That made me feel so much better. It was as if those two words calmed every inch of my bones and that all of a sudden everything was back to normal. How can just two words make you feel like that?
I guess I wasn’t the only one who felt it, ‘cause Harry seemed to have the same expression of calmness in his face. And soon I knew it, our lips met for what seemed to be the first time in a thousand years. It was like we were on our very first date and he had kissed me at the doorway, just like in any cheesy movie. I couldn’t stay mad at him for too long, that was for sure, but one good thing that came from it was the amazing sensation to have his warm body close to me. Our lips seemed like they didn’t want to be separated any time sooner, and our hands were just embracing each other strongly. It didn’t even seem desperate, it just seemed like we really needed each other.
Every little thing counted right now, like the way Harry bit my bottom lip at some point and it really caught me by surprise, and how his arms felt stronger than usual. I think we both forgot that there was a party going on downstairs, but it didn’t matter. Harry pulled away for a moment, our mouths still really close, until he grabbed the back of my head and kissed me once again with much more force. He slowly pushed us both back so that my back hit the mattress and he was on top of me. My hands moved up to his back and his lips moved down to kiss my neck. And then he kissed my collarbone, and then he just let his mouth wander around the area. I honestly didn’t know where this was going… but if it was going in that direction, then I had to stop it. 1) I didn’t think it was a good idea to lose your virginity at a birthday party that wasn’t yours, and 2) This was Amy’s room and that would be very uncomfortable to explain afterwards. But it was like I couldn’t stop at that moment because once I felt his tongue lightly tracing the skin of my neck I lost the little self-control that was left in me. And then I felt his fingers under my shirt and I felt like I would lose my mind. Oh my God. I needed to stop this, but it was getting difficult by the second…
Luckily -but not so luckily-, there was a knock on the door, which made us both sit up straight as quick as lightning. “Henley? Harry? Are you in there?!” I recognized the voice as Amy’s.
“Y-yeah, we’re here” I called back, turning to look at Harry.
“You better not be doing something in my bed, I sleep there!” she said loudly.
Harry and I snickered like immature kids before hopping out of the bed. I was making my way to the door when suddenly he grabbed my hand and pulled me back again. “Hey,” he said quietly as I stood in front of him. And then he grabbed my face and kissed me one last time, and it felt like a tease the way he traced my lip with his tongue during the kiss before he pulled away. “I love you”
“And I love you,” I told him, trying not to sound too mesmerized. “Now, come on, before Amy kills us both”
Chuckling, he followed as I opened the door, where we found Amy leaning against the doorway, arms folded across her chest, and one eyebrow raised. We both gave her innocent smiles before Harry said “Happy birthday!” and then we walked past her with our hands intertwined.
When Emily saw us together, she gave a nod of approval and a big smile. Of course, she was happy about this, and I was, too.
Ooof! I took waaaaaaaayyyyyyy too long with this and it ended being kind of short but I hope you guys liked it anyways! The next chapters will probably be pretty simple as well, because I’m ending the story soon :( I think It’s almost time for it to end because I don’t wanna just keep writing 50 more chapters and ending up ruining it, you know? And this story ended up being WAAYYYY longer than I expected omg, but It’s all because of y’all, for wanting more and supporting the story! Thank you all so much, I absolutely love you, and I hope you guys read my upcoming stories, because without you I don’t think I would still be writing here! You guys are really the best!!! <3
Pedido: Faz um do Harry em que ela tem complicações no parto e o bebê quase morre – Anônimo
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Imagine do Harry:
Eu estava deitada na minha cama enquanto acariciava minha barriga, eu estava grávida de 8 meses e o meu marido Harry está muito animado para ser pai, foi complicado demais para eu ficar grávida porque tenho um problema no útero. Mas com um tratamento e várias tentativas eu consegui ficar grávida.
- Está tudo bem? – Harry pergunta quando entra no quarto.
- Claro que sim, nosso bebê está bem tranquilo hoje – Respondo sorrindo, Harry se aproxima e acaricia minha barriga com afeto.
- Estou ansioso para a chegada dele, nosso pequeno Luke – Ele fala e eu sorrio.
Durante a noite eu acordo com uma dor forte em minha barriga e ela passa tão rápido como veio, mas depois de alguns minutos ela volta novamente e eu percebo que estou com contrações.
- Harry…– Chamo ele com uma voz fraca, a dor me toma novamente – HARRY – Dessa vez eu grito e meu marido acorda rapidamente e me olha assustado e preocupado.
- (S/n) o que houve? – Ele pergunta passando a mão em minha barriga e no meu rosto.
- Estou com contrações, nosso filho vai nascer – Falo e Harry olha para minhas pernas e eu sigo seu olhar e vejo sangue. Isso não é normal.
- Meu Deus, vamos – Ele diz e me pega no colo. Depois de me colocar no carro, Harry sai praticamente voando pelas ruas de Londres.
Eu me sinto tonta e fraca, não sei se conseguirei aquentar por muito tempo.
Chegamos no hospital e Harry mais uma vez me pega no braço e praticamente arromba a porta do local, minhas pernas estão empapadas de sangue e eu estou cada vez mais fraca.
Os médicos me colocam em uma maca e eu seguro a mão do Harry.
- Harry… – Sussurro o nome dele e meu marido se aproxima e eu consigo ver seus olhos verdes nublados pela preocupação e medo – Se for para salvar um dos dois salve o nosso filho, quero que cuide dele com todo o amor do mundo, escolha a nosso filho, me prometa, Harry – Peço com a voz fraca e tento apertar a mão dele.
- (S/n)… não irá acontecer nada – Harry diz com a voz embargada.
- Me prometa, Harry, agora – Mando enquanto os médicos me levam as pressas para algum lugar.
- Eu… prometo – Ele diz por fim e eu dou um sorriso fraco e minha visão fica escura e eu não vejo mais nada.
Acordo quando sinto eles me trocarem de maca, vejo que estou dentro de uma sala.
- Olá, senhora Styles, iremos começar a cesariana – O meu médico diz – Conseguimos estabilizá-la e já demos a anestesia, tudo irá ficar bem – Ele diz e eu respiro fundo.
- Harry… – Falo e ele sorri.
- Seu marido terá que ficar fora da sala de parto, para o bem da minha equipe, ele estava fora de si quando viu você desmaiando – O médico diz e ajeita sua luva – Vamos começar.
Eu não sinto nada graças á Deus, mas faz um tempo que estamos aqui e nada do choro do meu filho e eu começo a ficar preocupada. Vejo a porta da sala de parto ser aberta e Harry entra por ela vestido com roupas especiais. Ele me olha e sorri carinhosamente, me dá um beijo na testa e segura minha mão.
- Temos um problema aqui – Escuto o médico dizer e me sinto enrijecer – O cordão umbilical está envolto ao redor do pescoço do bebê, temos que ser rápidos – Ele avisa para a equipe – Seu cordão é curto e está impedindo a passagem de sangue e a frequência cardíaca está baixa, assim que eu por a cabeça para fora irei desenrolar, mas tenho que ser cuidadoso para que o aperto não piore – O doutor explica e começa a fazer o que foi dito, se passa alguns minutos de pura tensão quando eu escuto o suspiro dele.
- Consegui, rápido façam uma suave massagem cardíaca no nosso pequeno recém nascido – Ele diz e eu aperto a mão do Harry.
Depois de dois minutos eu escuto o choro do meu bebê e fico mais aliviada, Harry solta minha mão e caminha até o filho, vejo que meu marido está emocionado e eu estou do mesmo jeito.
Harry traz o nosso bebê e coloca em meus braços.
- Veja como ele é lindo igual ao pai – Harry diz e eu dou uma risada.
- Ele é perfeito – Digo sorrindo.
- Ele é o fruto do nosso amor, o nosso pequeno milagre – Harry diz, nos encaramos e damos um selinho, voltamos a encarar o pequeno Luke em meus braços.
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