Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

"Then We Will Go Home And Cuddle"

"Only a few more hours," Harry promised you from across the room as a woman adjusted his jacket and Lou touched up his hair with a few sprays of hair-spray.

You rolled your eyes, burying your face in your hands. You were absolutely exhausted. The photoshoot for the boys - which was supposed to have only gone for a few hours - had now been going for 12. Sure, it was mainly the boys' faults because they pissed off everyone in the room by being the biggest pains in the ass. But you wanted to get home and crawl into bed.

"Babe." Harry whined, moving away from his stylists and over to you. He knelt in front of you, Caroline groaning in frustration.

"Now he's going to dirty up his jeans." She muttered, dropping her hands to her sighed in exasperation.

Harry tilted your chin up after ignoring his clothing stylist, and Lou who was laughing at Caroline's annoyance. "I promise, two more hours then we'll go home and cuddle. Okay?"

You pouted as you met his eyes, letting out a tired sigh. He brushed his thumb over the area beneath your eyes, kissing your lips quickly.

"You look so tired baby. I'll get you out of here as soon as I can."

You nodded, nestling your face into the palm of his hand as he cupped your cheek. You shut your eyes momentarily and Harry kissed your forehead.

"Let me go chat with the photographers. I'll try and get us out early."