Harry Styles imagines + preferences

touring with you and lil bean

'uh oh— ' he coos as his little bean throws food everywhere. 'that's not nice sprout'.

he tries to clean the mess, when he's called on stage. in five. he leans in to press a drawn-out kiss to his bean's head. then leans in to press a kiss to your cheek.

'be good for mama..' he tells her.

she's a blabbering mess, cheek pressed to your shoulder. he takes a quick pick with his phone. then walks to the back of the stage with you following him.

'shine baby.. paint the room rainbow.. tonight's your night' you tell him.

he's a little distracted when they call him on stage. really he's smiling at his two loves. sleepy bean resting on your shoulder, staring up at him with curious eyes.

'love you' he whispers.

'love you too' you coo.

and he's off, taking his guitar and beginning the chords of Golden. a smile appears, seeing you on the sidelines. his bean babbling away with her soundproof headphones on.

he takes side glances. watches his bean dance to sunflower. her favourite. sometimes he calls her his little sunflower. that makes her giggle.

he dances on stage. sends air kisses. makes funny faces.

when it's the final song he dedicates Sweet Creature to his little bean.

'this one's for my sunflower. my precious. my everything.. and also to my wife who has been my biggest supporter' he tells the crowd.

by the end of the show, he's quick to give you a peck on the lips. a soft kiss to his bean's cheek. then makes his way to the green room where he showers and changes.

'want me to take her?' he asks. 'must be tired, baby'.

you simply shake your head. again her cheek is squished against your shoulder. light snores echoing down the hallway as you both make your way back to the hotel room. and once you have arrived, it's simple really. little smooches. i love yous. and slowly drifting into a peaceful slumber.