Harry Styles imagines

Tshirt

Y/n loved Harry's shirts. She loved them so much she wore them constantly. One in particular was one he performed in. It was pink with white dots all over it. Coincidentally, it was one of Harry's favorites as well. Y/n was making her breakfast when Harry turned the corner to her wearing the shirt...and nothing else. He came up to her and scared her so bad she dropped the pan and the contents almost spilled everywhere. "Harry!" He laughed and turned her around. "I love when you yell my name like that. Especially in that shirt." Y/n smiled as big as she could looking at Harry. His smile faded and Y/n looked and him confused. Harry touched the shirt, feeling the silky pink fabric under his fingers. "Y/n...kiss me." Y/n kissed Harry slowly and then pulled away. "Do it again." She leaned in and when she touched his lips he picked her up and carried her to the couch. His hands roamed her body causing chaos in her brain. He hugged her as tight as she liked and kissed her nose. "Now I'm making breakfast. All you have to do is look...scrumptious in my shirt." She smiled and watched Harry make the food she started. "I love you." He turned around and winked and her, making her blush. "I love you, my baby."