Harry Styles Imagines

Cupids ChokeHold

Smut warning ;)

It starts with glances here and there, then it turns to soft, barely-there touches whenever he's talking to her. She knows he feels it too, especially when there's those touches– on the back of her hand, or on the small of her back when they're on their feet and walking, they're always there.

With her being close friends with Willow, she saw a lot of Harry, especially during this time of the year– Christmas break.

She loved spending Boxing Day with the Styles's, going on their annual walk around the block and in the forest behind their house, and she appreciated how welcoming they have been each year, despite Willow's grandparents joining last year in which Willow tried to make it less awkward and as enjoyable as possible.

Harry was always nice to her.

Sure, your friends' parents should always be kind to you, but that didn't stop her from having a crush on her friend's hot, single dad. Not to mention, he probably and most likely felt the same–if the look he's giving her right now is something to go by–.

She sighs, then calls out Willow's name again. They're standing at the staircase, waiting for Willow to come down so they can go on a little walk before breakfast.

"Willow," she says again, frustrated. "Are you coming down or what?"

"I seriously can't, you guys. I can't leave the toilet– it's bad."

Harry gives her a look, then sighs. "Do you want me to come up?"

"Ew, no, dad– I don't."

"Just asking."

"You can go. I'm sorry guys," she yells back, making Harry raise his eyebrows.

A worried look washes over his features, and it's moments like these where she can tell how much he loves and cares for his daughter. Unlike some dads, she can't help but think.

Harry folds his arms in front of him, making his muscles tighten under his white jumper. "I'm not leaving you when you're feeling ill, Willow," he says, brows still furrowed.

Willow disagrees. "I'm fine. Just need to sit here for a while. I'll be fine– you guys go. Seriously."

"It's okay," she says. "We don't have to go, Low."

"I want you to, though. I promise I'm fine."

Harry clears his throat, then turns to her. He gives her a look– one she can't quite figure out, and turns to the top of the stairs again.

"Are you sure, Willow?"

"Yes, dad."

He turns to her again, eyebrows raised. "That okay with you, love?"

"Yes..." she murmurs, heart feeling like it's going to explode in her chest. "We won't take long," she says, hoping Willow has heard her.

"Call me if you need anything, Willow. We won't be too long, darling."

"Okay, bye you guys."

They share a look, and Harry shrugs, walking towards the door where their winter coats are hanging on a hanger. She follows him, and copies him as they both start getting their coats on and he watches with a smile as she gets her scarf on, wrapping it twice around her neck before she moves onto her boots. With a final goodbye to Willow, they leave, and Harry unlocks his Jeep, and they get in.

She connects to the Bluetooth right away, making Harry smile, and they drive in silence for the most part up until they reach the car park where the path leads them towards the forest where they usually walk. Once parked, they get out, and begin walking, both silent as the birds chirp away, and despite it being Boxing Day, the usually crowded forest and the park in the entrance is eerily quiet and deserted. Perhaps they're just too early.