Harry Styles Imagines

21) Tickle fight (request)

The one where Y/N and Harry have a tickle fight...

"Babes?" Harry's voice echoed through the new house he and Y/N had bought together.

They have been together for fourteen months and they decided they were ready for the next step: living in the same house.

This house was their dream house. It wasn't big, but big enough for kids running around. At the front of the house was a porch with picket fences and a swing. The walls of the hall were covered with pictures of Harry, Y/N and their family. The living room and the kitchen were one giant open space, so if Y/N was cooking she could see what Harry was watching on the TV. The kitchen was divided into two parts; one against the wall and an island. It was Y/N's dream kitchen. In the living room stood two giant couches with a huge TV. Upstairs were two bathrooms, four bedrooms and an attic. The garden was probably bigger than the house itself, but Harry and Y/N loved it. It has a big terrace with an outdoor kitchen, a swimmingpool and a hammock.

When Harry and Y/N visited the house for the first time, they were immediately in love. So it wasn't that hard to make a decision.

So a couple months later they moved in the new house and made it their own paradise.

Now, three months later, they were extremely happy in their new house and it couldn't get any better.

So when Harry got home from the studio, he didn't expect to get a silence as an answer.

"Babes? Where're you?" He called again, but still no answer.

Slowly Harry got a little bit worried. He grabs his phone to check if Y/N had texted him, but she didn't and Y/N wasn't someone to leave the house without letting Harry know.

He walked to the kitchen to see if she left a note behind, but he saw nothing except for a few glasses and plates. It was when he smelled something, he noticed that the oven was on. He looked inside and saw that Y/N had made an apple pie, his favorite. Harry's heart melted at the thought that Y/N had made this just because she knows apple pie was his favorite.

A wide grin spread across his face and it was then, that he noticed the garden door was ajar. He walked outside and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, when he saw Y/N in the hammock, her favorite place in the garden.

Slightly relieved, he made his way towards his girlfriend, crouching down next to her. Her sunglasses covered her eyes, but he knew she was sleeping. His thoughts were confirmed when he saw her book closed with her finger in between the pages where she stopped.

Harry's heart skipped a beat at the side in front of him, and as much as he wanted to let her sleep, he knew she needed to wake up otherwise she wouldn't sleep that night.

"Honey," he whispered, before caressing her cheek softly with his finger, "you need to wake up."

"Hm," Y/N mumbled before opening her eyes slowly.

A wide smile spread across her face when she saw Harry. "You're home."

"Yes, I'm home, honey." He put her sunglasses on her head, so he could look into her eyes and grinned warmly at her, making her heart melt. "C'mon, I saw you made an apple pie and I'd love to taste it." He said, grabbing your hand.

Y/N's eyes went wide and jumped out of the hammock. She totally forgot about the apple pie. "Oh my god! I totally forgot about that. Did it burn? I'm sorry if it burned. I just wanted to surprise you, you know... after those busy days..." Y/N trailed off, heat rising to her cheeks.

Harry chuckled and shook his head slightly. "It's okay, honey. You didn't have to do it, but I really appreciate it. Hell, I love it," he said, pulling her hair behind her ear, "but I love you more."