Harry Styles │Imagines

chillin'

----> man bun era

"Hey babe" you hear Harry calling for you from the kitchen. You're lying on the sofa, your day has been so stressful and your tired muscles need to rest. 

"Hey love, some wine?" you say, seeing him with two glasses  of white wine in his hands, your favorite. "Shall we chill a bit?"

"Sure babe" you say and let Harry sit next to you, taking a glass of wine and laying your head on his shoulder. Your legs are bent on the couch and his right arm circles your back, grabbing your shoulder and rubbing the soft skin with his thumb.

"Wanna listen to some music?" You ask and Harry obviously agrees with you, so you open Apple Music on your phone and start playing your playlist when Dive by Ed Sheeran starts playing. You've always loved his music and the way he sings, his voice is overwhelming.

"This song is amazing, innit?" he asks, looking into your eyes and melting your tiny heart.

"Love it" you reply, nuzzling even more your head in his neck.

You're so focused on the melody and on the wine's taste when you feel his warm hand slowly detaching from your shoulder and tracing your sking with his index, up and down your hip. Goosebumps appear on your entire body and you bite your bottom lip: he always knows how to treat you after a difficult day.

He starts playing with your grey pants' band and he slowly slips his hand under your pants, grabbing your butt. 

"Really?" You say, sipping a bit of wine and looking at him. 

"I suppose?" he says, placing a kiss on your forehead.

His hand keeps travelling on your curves when you feel his fingers playing with your panties' band, so you turn around and face him, sitting on his knees.

His green, shiny eyes make you treble even more and you can't help it but kissing those rosy lips, crashing in a long kiss.

Your hands detach from his face and they find place on the back of his neck. Your rings make contact with his warm skin and the only thing he can do is grabbing your thighs.

Your fingers travel up his hair and you untie his bun, settling his mid-long hair on his shoulder and fitting his band in your wrist. But as you feel his hands slowly grabbing your butt thighter and thighter you suddenly get up and detach from the kiss.

"Woah, woah, woah, what's up darling?" He seems to be a bit worried, as he lets you sit back on his knees.

"Nothing special, I just love you" and a smile comes up on your face, making him giggle and two dimples appear on his cheeks like magic.

"It's just that, ehm I-" 

"C'mon y/n, tell me"

"Can we, you know, go to the bedroom? I don't want to fall from the couch while screaming your name. Well, not again." 

As you say so, he starts laughing, as he perfectly remembers what happened some nights ago, when you were reaching your limit and you suddenly fell from the sofa.

He takes you up bridal style and goes upstairs, while kissing you and rubbing your noses.

"I love you" he whispers in your ear. 

"Love you more".