Harry Styles Imagines

46. He's A Family Friend

Wrapping your arms around your chest, you jumped out of the bus and ran toward your house. It was raining cats and dogs out, the drupplets of water slowly soaking you. Your house was a mile away from the bus stop, so when you finally stood on your doormat outside your house, you were dripping wet. With your shaky hands you unlocked the door and stepped in the house, relief filling your body when the warmth inside hit your skin.

The familiar smell of your Dad's spaghetti had spread itself over the entire house. Your stomach grumbled loudly just at the thought of his amazing cooking skills. Laughter was suddenly heard from the kitchen and you realised there must be some friends of your parents here. Frowing, you took a step closer inside the house. You weren't sure you were wanted in there right then, so you called out for your mom.

"In here, sweetie," she answered.

You walked into the kitchen and immediately saw the friendly faces of Anne and her son, Harry. Anne's gaze fell on your wet hair and clothes and in the corner of your eye you saw Harry smirking at your appearance.

"Oh, dear," Anne mumbled quietly.

You laughed at her reaction, taking a bit of an apple quickly after.

"I know. I know. I'll shower right now."

Anne sent you a sweet smile and then continued talking about whatever your parents and her were talking about before you came home.

You were already walking out of the kitchen when you turned back around, facing the handsome man. With a nod of your head, you signed him it was okay to follow you to your room and Harry eagerly stood up from his chair.

When you two arrived in your bedroom, you started to get your stuff together to take a nice, long and hot shower. You felt like you had totally deserved that after an hour and a half of hockey practise.

Harry fell backwards on your bed, smiling widely, while you gathered your PJ's in your arms. Your room was definitely not a strange place for him, since you guys were good friends. Well, you two had kind of been forced to start a friendship, because your parents would always come over to each other's places and you certainly didn't want to be a part of their boring adult talk. So that's when Harry and your friendship started. Not that you minded, though. Harry was good company. And he was good looking too, you smiled to yourself.

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Half an hour later, your whole body felt warm again and you weren't shivering anymore. Harry immediately looked up from his phone when you walked into the room and his lips turned upwards as he saw you with your messy hair and sweatpants.

While he took the time to check you out, you did the exact same thing. He looked slightly younger lying there in the middle of your bed with a soft smile playing on his lips. Harry was a couple of years older than you and although you never really thought about that, he looked like the same age as you in that moment. Some strands of his hair were pointed upwards and the brown colour of it made him seem like a huge teddy bear to you. All you wanted to do was cuddle up to his chest and never let go.

The several hugs you had shared with him throughout the years always gave you that feeling of being safe and secure. And his smell. Oh God. He smelled absolutely heavenly. Every time you were close to him you just wanted to melt on the spot. Harry had probably never thought into the matter as much you had, but being his friend really meant a lot to you.

"YN?"

Harry's voice shook you out of your thoughts and when your eyes met him, the soft smile was still there and he had tilted his head a little to the left, trying to figure out why you zoned out on him. It only made him look even more adorable than he already was.