Harry Styles Imagines

Summer

Brilliant sunshine radiates through the window, waking you from your sticky slumber. It's hot. Unbearably hot. You throw the thin sheet off of your legs and rise, stretching and yawning. You sleepily walk to the bathroom and turn on the light, cringing at your sleep hair. After brushing your teeth, you take a quick shower and throw your hair up in a top knot, thankful to get it out of your face. You grab your phone and head downstairs to make a nice cuppa and some toast. There's like, 6 missed texts, most from your friends, 1 from your mom, and one from Harry. After putting the bread in the toaster, you open Harry's message first.  

"Morning babe,  

You looked so cute sleeping and I didn't want to wake you, but I'm down at the pool. Come down and maybe we'll walk to the beach, yeah?"

You smile sweetly at his text, and you feel almost a wave of calm course through you. Your first year at Uni was incredibly stressful, and your final exams were beyond difficult. But it's over, and you did it, and now you're on vacation with Harry and you're about to eat some damn good toast. Life is pretty good, and you're more than happy to be spending this time with Harry.

You eat your toast, which was indeed, pretty damn good, and head back upstairs to throw on a bikini and an old band tee. You grab your favorite sunnies and walk out the door, heading towards the resorts pool.

You almost laugh obnoxiously loud. The first thing you see is Harry's white- ridiculously white- body in a little speedo, laying out in the sun.

He doesn't even realize you're creeping up next to him. You take off his glasses and he jumps up, frightened. He must've been dozing off. Dork.

After you contain your giggles, you give him back his sunglasses. "Babe, why on earth are you wearing that?"

You see his eyebrows furrow and you know you wounded his pride. "What's wrong with it?"

You roll your eyes and giggle. "Nothing, Harry. Nothing.."

He looks at you with fake offense. "I look good. I don't know what you're saying," he says like a little kid. You laugh and sit down on the lounge chair next to him, smiling faintly as you listen to Harry laugh at his own stupid joke.

You slip on your sunglasses and get comfortable, taking in the sunshine on your skin. It's nice to just be able to lay out with Harry, not worrying about the paps or crazy fans. Just you and him.

After a while, Harry taps you on the shoulder, "It's bloody hot, I'm gonna take a quick dip. Come, yeah?" He smiles and you automatically smile back. His eyes are so, so green in the sun and his tan skin is glowing and his hair is pulled back in a stupid headband and he's just radiating blissful happiness, and that means the world to you.