But I Made Cookies
Hey yall so this is kinda a little blurb thing and its my first harry fic and i was imagining younger harry when i wrote this so just picture him how he looked in back when he wore the headbands cause that was great so ya
Warnings: none except terrible character development and awful writing
“Harry!” (y/n) called, opening the front door to her apartment, “Harry!”
Harry had just gotten back from his tour a couple weeks ago, and although (y/n) still had to go to work, every day when she came home he had been sitting on the couch, bored out of his mind, just waiting for her to return.
“Babe,” she heard him call back from her bedroom.
“Harry, love, what are you doing?” she asked, walking towards her room.
“Um, I’m, uhh” he responded slowly as she laid eyes on him. He was laying on the bed, staring awkwardly back at her, covered in a white powder.
“Baby, what’s all over you?” (y/n) asked, a little afraid of the answer.
“It’s flour. I tried to bake you cookies and now it’s all over but i made cookies!” He said with a cute little grin on his face. (y/n) couldn’t help but smile at Harry. He was always getting into trouble like a little kid, instead of the adult he was, and though it could sometimes get annoying, she loved him for it.
“It’s getting all over my bed lovey” (y/n) said, trying (and failing) to be at least a little upset with him.
“But i made cookies!!!!” he said with a pouty smile, grabbing her and pulling her onto the bed with him.
“Bubs your getting flour on me too!” (y/n) said, half-heartedly pushing him off.
“I don’t care…We could take a shower?!?!?” he joked.
“Fine.” (y/n) giggled.
“Really?.. I mean.. Ok ok ok ya ya ok umm” Harry said running out of the room to grab a towel.
“What has gotten into you?” (y/n) laughed at his bubbly mood.
“Nothing… OH SHIT THE COOKIES!!!” He exclaimed and darted towards the kitchen.