One Direction Imagines ✔

Harry Styles Imagine - Thanksgiving

Imagine…

It was the night before Thanksgiving, and every year since you moved to London with Harry you would fly to America to celebrate with your family. But you always left Harry behind so that he could visit his family while you were away.

You and Harry were laying in your bed, and you were wearing that light, baby pink, silk bathrobe that Harry absolutely loved when you wore it. You were reading your English textbook, trying to study for a final, but you could just feel his eyes on you.

“Babe,” he said, turning his head to look up at the ceiling, placing his hand on your stomach, “I think it’s finally time that I met your family. I mean, we’ve been dating for almost 2 years now, and you’ve met my family, but I haven’t met yours and I just feel lik-“

You placed your hands over his mouth, laughing at how much he was rambling. He turned his head to look at you, your hand still over his mouth. He smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

“Of course you should come with me! They are going to absolutely love you.” You smiled at him, and leaned over to kiss him. Suddenly, he jumped out of bed, and shot down the hall toward your study. “Where are you going Harry?” You jumped out of bed also, and ran down the hall, almost tripping on your guys’ cat, Puss in Boots. “Crap, sorry boots, mommy loves you.” You quickly said, blowing an air kiss to him, then ran into the study. The White and Black cat just walked into the laundry room where he ate even more food, gaining and extra pound he DIDN’T need.

“I’m buying a plane ticket for me, of course!” He said, pecking quickly at the keys of the computer, in such a hurry.

“You know this can wait until tomorrow right? I mean, you don’t even need to buy a ticket. You’re Harry Styles, you know that right?” You joked, pulling up the big swirly chair that you two always spun each other in, to sit next to him. You just watched him, staring so transfixed and set on getting that ticket. You smiled, knowing how lucky you were to have him.

“Yeah, but it won’t be as official. When I’m with your family, I want to be Harry Styles that one boy from Cheshire, the one who arrives in a public airplane, coach.  Not Harry Styles from One Direction, the one who arrives in a private jet, 1st Class of course.” He turned away from the computer to face the you, took your hand, and kissed it gently. He came closer to you, so that you were touching nose to nose, just staring into each other’s eyes, the light of the computer on Travelocity illuminating your faces. You sat there in silence for a bit, just basking in each others presence. Harry broke the silence after a while, cheekily saying, “(y/n), I heard you were the Mommy to Boots. I’m the Daddy, right?” You laughed, and kissed him.