Harry Styles Imagines || no. 2

4| Airport

I was standing beside the railing, waiting impatiently for Harry to come out of the door.

Harry's plane landed, I'm so thrilled that I get to see him again. He just got back from tour that was two months long.

A couple of fans knew Harry would arrive today and waited for him just like me.

The doors swung open, revealing two huge bodyguards, In the middle Harry, carrying a suitcase.

When I saw him, my stomach was filled with butterflies.

He was wearing a grey hoodie, a brown coat over it, sunglasses above his head, he also looks tired but cracked a smile when he saw me, waving at him.

I grinned, running towards him, he dropped his luggage, carrying me into his arms, his arms were around my ass, peppering me with kisses.

It felt wonderful, finally reunited with Harry after two months of not being able to touch each other, he smells so good. I felt so comfortable in his arms.

"I've missed you so much, love." He let go of me. I pressed my lips to his. I didn't care that people watched us.

I imagined that it was just the two of us alone, savouring the moment.

"I missed you more," I replied, staring at his beautiful face.

Once the moment was over, Harry took pictures and signed autographs for the lovely fans.

It got more crowded that security pushed us into the car. I was seated beside Harry.

"How was the tour?" I asked, trying to make small talk. He placed his arm on my thigh.
"It was so incredible, I wished that you were there, but I know you have work." He explained, I nodded.

"I love you so much, H, I'm glad that you're finally home," I spoke, giving him an embrace. I felt him smile.

"I love you too, it's great to be back here with you." He replied, kissing my forehead.