Harry Styles Imagines

Christmas Cookies

This imagine isn't mine

"Oh no!" you muttered.

You had been looking forward to the Macmillan Charity event all year,but looking at the assignment sheet now,you couldn't help but feel your spirit sink.

Someone had thought it was a good idea to put you on the Christmas Cookie team.You thought everyone here knew by now that you weren't really good at baking.You were more the arts and crafts kinda person.

You went over to the organisation desk.Anne twist was sitting there,smiling gorgeously at everyone.Whenever you saw her,you found yourself hoping that you would look like she did at her age.She wasn't old enough,of course, but she wasn't twenty something anymore either,though she didn't look a day over  28.

You grinned at her

"Hey Anne."

She gave you a particularly wide smile."hello Y/N! It's nice to see that your taking part again this year"

"Well of course.Theres just one thing."

"Anything,sweetheart"

"Um,so for some reason I've been assigned to the Cookie team and I thought,after the cake disaster two years ago we had all decided that I should be kept away from any sort of cooking or baking"

Anne frowned for a second,then her face light up in realisation."oh,yes of course.Oh,I'm so sorry Hun,I must of forgotten."

Your shoulders slumped. "Is there anyone I can switch with,perhaps?"

She didn't even look into her list,which all of a sudden made you suspicious.

"No sorry Y/N,but most teams are already at work"

She saw your face and gave you an encouraging smile.

"Don't worry! My son is on your team.He's great at baking sometimes maybe a bit overenthusiastic,but he means well.Just stick to him and things will be fine".

You sighed and nodded "Alright...I guess.Thank you anyway".

"No prob.And remember,it's for kids". Anne winked at you,as you started to walk away.You frowned.She was way too cheery.Something was up.

It all fell into place when you arrived at the local bakery,where the cookie baking was going to take place and met Harry,Anne's son.

He was standing outside,wearing a beanie,button-down,with a white shirt under it,and black skinny jeans,and was talking to a woman and her son.

So far you had only heard about Harry,the singer,the boybander,the superstar.In Cheshire everyone was just calling him Haz or Harold.No one here thought of him as a millionaire,no,to them he was just a normal boy,turned into a young man over the past few years.You had heard stories about his wild child years from some old friends.And as he talked and laughed with the little boy in the woman's arms and then high fived them,you could see it: The boy behind he man.The teenager that had to grow up way too fast to fit into a weird new world,but every once in a while got to come home and be himself.You could also very much see Anne's radiance in him.They both had this magnetic field to them,that pulled everyone around them in and made them bathe in their warmth and kindness.

Harry must have felt your eyes on him,or maybe the kid gave away with a look,either way,he turned,saw you standing there and gave you a big smile,just like Anne.Then he came over.

"Hey,you must be Y/N.My mum's told me a lot about you". He said,stretching out his hand.

You took it and shook it for a second,as a thought crept into your mind.But it couldn't be,could it? Anne would never...