One Direction Imagines/Preferences

Harry Imagine for Lillian :)

*Your POV*

You were hanging out at your best friend’s house in London. This best friend just happens to be Harry Styles. Now you’re not some old primary school friend or anything, just someone he met and likes to talk to. You’ve been friends for a while now, always hanging out together... but you’ve started to feel something towards him. A crush. 

“So then, I told Liam that I surrendered and he dropped the water gun!” Harry laughed as he recalled the story of him and Liam having a water fight on the tour bus. 

“Cool. Hey Harry I’m hungry,” you whine. 

“And what can I make for you Lillian?” he asks rather poshly, pretending to be a butler or something as he gets up and bows making you laugh. 

“How about I raid your kitchen and have a look,” you poke your tongue out at him and race off into the kitchen, followed by him. 

You open his freezer to find ice cream and then in his fridge there’s caramel and chocolates sauces and three cans of whipped cream. 

“What’s with all the whipped cream?” you ask. 

“I like whipped cream don’t judge me,” he pouted playfully, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Nawww I don’t judge Harry. Well I do but don’t worry about it,” you kiss his cheek as you hug him and you take out the whipped cream, sauces and ice cream. “I vote for making ice cream sundaes!” 

“Sounds like a plan babe,” he smiles at you, those dimples making you want to melt. You blush and turn back to the food in front of you and go and grab two fancy sundae glasses and start making them. 

*Harry’s POV* 

I’ve missed Lillian. I haven’t seen her in months. I had a problem on tour where she was all I could think about. See... I have this inside issue that she doesn’t know about. I’m in love with her. Our friendship started off as just that - a friendship. But quickly her innocently flirty ways got the better of me and now every time I look into her piercing green eyes behind her cute glasses, I have to correct myself before I lean in and kiss her soft looking, pink lips, letting my emotions take over me. 

On tour there’d be nights were I’d lock myself in the bathroom and cry. Pressure from the tour would get too much, mixed with the pressure of trying to work out when to tell Lilli just how I felt. This was the first time I’d seen her since I’d gotten home a week ago. I couldn’t wait to see her but she’d been out of town but she got back today and surprised me with a visit. 

As she made the two ice cream sundaes for the two of us, I found myself staring at her. She’s so beautiful yet she doesn’t believe it. I hate that she doesn’t. Every time someone shoots her down I jump in, getting probably over-defensive. But I’m allowed to get defensive over the girl I love. End of story. I constantly tell her she’s beautiful but she takes some convincing. 

“Harry can you help me with this! This things are a bitch to make work,” she complained about the whipped cream cans, snapping me out of my trance and daydreaming. 

“Sure love,” I wandered across my kitchen and took the whipped cream out of her hands and noticed a slight rosy blush form on her cheeks. “You look cute when you blush Lilli.” 

“Shut up,” she elbowed me in the ribs and I chuckled. 

“I’m just saying the truth.” 

She was right though, this thing was a nightmare to make work. I pressed down as hard as I could, and it took a few tries before I got it to work. Only issue was it was pointed at her head.