Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

He gets mad at you

"Harry, come on" you giggled as you followed Harry up stairs.

"I don't want to hear it" he glared.

You continued to laugh at how cute he was being.

"Harry, I'm sorry. I just....your spaghetti needed just a tad of salt" you told him.

"So you added some behind my back?" He overreacted.

You always loved when this happened.

He always took it over board when someone did something to his food.

"Only to make it taste better. You should be happy. I did us a favor" you smiled innocently.

He turned around in his tracks and pointed at you with his finger in a motherly manner.

"STAY OUT OF MY KITCHEN WOMAN!!" He yelled.

You clamped your hands over your mouth trying to hold your laughter.

He rolled his eyes and walked into you two's bedroom, closing the door in your face.

You continued to stand by the door and wait for Harry to open it.

"Please open the door" you begged.

"No" you heard him say from the room.

You stayed quiet, hoping it'll open soon.

"Y/ N...I know you're still there. I can hear you breathing" he said, and you could make out the smile in his voice.

"Fine. Then I'll just walk away."

You started to stomp your feet, trying to make it sound as if you were walking downstairs.

There was a long pause.

The door opened a bit and Harry saw you standing there.

He quickly shut the door again and you frowned.

You knew there was only one thing to do.

So...you began doing it.

You heard harry clear his throat as he began talking again.

"I feel like you're pouting...." Harry spoke quietly.

"That's because I am" you admitted.

Harry sighed and opened the door, pulling you into his arms and hugging you tightly.

"You know I can't stand it when you pout" he groaned.

"I know...that's why I did it" you bravely told him.

He let out a small laugh.

"It's impossible for me to stay mad at you" he huffed.

You smiled and he lifted your chin so he could kiss your lips.

"Promise me you'll stay out of my kitchen" he grinned, lifting his pinky.

You rolled your eyes and took his pinky with yours.

"I promise."

THE NEXT DAY

HARRY'S P.O.V.

After taking my shower and continuing to let my food cook, I walked downstairs to let the amazing smell fill my nostrils.

As I walked into the kitchen I noticed my beautiful girl standing there.

She had the top to my pot open and I watched as she drizzled some seasoning into it.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked Y/ N as I leaned against the wall with my arms folded.

She jumped up and her face turned a bright red.

"I uh....I just wanted to spice your food up a bit an-"

Before she could finish, I silenced her by lifting up my hand.

I pointed towards the living room.

She sighed and placed the seasoning down.

"Go ahead. Yell it" she said rolling her eyes.

I smiled.

She knows me too well.

"GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed.

She folded her arms and walked passed me and out of the kitchen and I couldn't help but grin and smack her cute little arse.