Life Is What You Bake It // A Harry Styles AU

Chapter 11 - Christmas Week 1

Monday (Christmas Eve)

In the morning, as Adele wakes with her back pressed against the wall and a heavy weight on her chest, she releases a long but calm sigh. Peeling one eye open, the first thing she sees is Harry's hair - messy and knotted and sticking up in all manner of places. A small smile graces her lips, and she lifts her hand to poke her finger against one of his flicks. To no surprise it bounces right back up, and it makes her giggle.

His head lies against her chest, legs intertwined and holding one another - a standard way for the two of them to wake up when they share a bed together now. They could fall asleep facing the opposite direction, but they'll always end up this way, and Harry's hand will always find its way under Adele's pyjama top to her breast, and there's no preference, either.

Unthinking, Adele glides her hand through his matter curls. To no real surprise, she catches a volume of knots between each finger, tugging his head slightly with it.

He groans, brows pulling together before he buries his face completely into her cleavage. Somehow, in the night, Adele's top two buttons on her pyjama shirt have come undone.

"Sorry." She mumbles, quickly retreating her hand to stroke the back of his head.

Harry starts talking into her chest, a tone so deep and muffled by her skin that it sounds nothing more than a low bass line.

"You know I can't hear you." She tells him flatly.

He lifts his head up just a little, inhaling sharply before he speaks again. "I said, it's a bit early to be pulling my hair like that, sweet cheeks."

Adele rolls her eyes, lightly smacking the back of his head. "S'all over the place, was just trying to calm it down."

"Sure," he teases, dipping his head down to nip at the top of her breast lightly with his teeth.

"Ow," she mutters with a frown, smoothing her hand against the same spot he'd bitten her when he moves to lie on his back.

"Now we're even." He grins through sleepy eyes, rubbing them with the pads of his index and middle finger.

She breathes a heavy breath of laughter. "You're such a twat."

"Rude." He scowls, and hauls himself into a sitting position. "Tea?"

Adele hums, sitting up with him with a warm smile. "Yes please."

He nods slowly, shuffling his way to the end of the bed. "Do your shirt up, you tart. Don't want other blokes staring at my boobs."

"Your boobs?" Adele scoffs.

Harry turns his gaze over his shoulder at her, the smuggest grin on his face.

"Prick." She grumbles, leaning forward to smack his arm.

He grips her wrist before she can move away, pulling her towards him and wrapping himself around her while she giggles. "It's Christmas, sweet cheeks. We shouldn't be calling each other names."

"You started it." She says as she falls into his lap, avoiding his kisses.

"I think you'll find you called me a twat first." He retorts, leaving an incredibly wet kiss to the end of her nose.

"No, you called me sweet cheeks first."

"That doesn't count - you love it."

She scowls again, lips pressed together because she knows she doesn't have another smart comeback.

The bedroom door opens after a soft knock, Anne peeking her head through the crack in the door with an easy smile. "Oh good, you are up."

"In part." Adele returns quietly, scrambling out of her uncomfortable position in Harry's lap and doing her pyjama shirt back up before one of her tits falls out for Harry's mum to see.