Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

You Comfort Him

You were at home while Harry was working at the studio. You figured since he probably had a long day, you would order take-out and just have a relaxing evening at home. A couple hours later, Harry was home. He opened the door and kicked his shoes off. When you glanced over, you couldn't help but notice the bags under his eyes. You followed him into the living room where he was sitting with his head in his hands. "Hey," you cooed, sitting next to him and rubbing his back. "Hi," he mumbled in reply. "Hard day?" "You have no idea... First the mics weren't working properly, then I screwed up my solo," he said a little louder, getting agitated from today's events. "Hey, calm down... you're home now, okay?" He nodded and sighed. "It's just getting really hard, you know?" It was your turn to nod. You continued rubbing his back soothingly as he placed his head on your lap. You then switched to playing with his curls. "You hungry?" you asked after a few moments. "Yeah." "There's take-out in the kitchen. I figured we could eat and then just watch movies for the rest of the evening, sound okay?" He nodded again and sat up, making his way to the kitchen with you behind him. You both ate and you let Harry rant about his day. Once that was all over, you both changed into sweats and shirts and went to the living room. Harry put in a movie and both of you cuddled on the couch. Eventually, Harry fell asleep with his head on your lap and with one last smile, you too fell asleep.