You're at home, watching Criminal Minds when your phone rings.
You answer without checking who it is; '[y/n] here!
'Hey beautiful!' You hear a familiar slightly husky voice.
'Harry!' You've missed his voice so much!
'Hey you, I just wanted to let you know that since Niall got homesick we're coming home sooner than expected. just 3 more concerts and our TMH tour is finished. I'll see you in 3 days! I miss you so badly!
You can't believe it, your boyfriend is coming home within 3 days! 'I miss you too Harry and...
Harry cuts you off: 'Sorry [y/n] we just got our 5 min call, have to get on the stage! Love you so much!'
'Love you too Hazza!'
Criminal minds is completely forgotten, the only thing you can get your mind to right now is that your boyfriend you haven't seen in 5 months is actually coming home.
You turn off the tv and decide to go clean the house for Harry's arrival.
After 5 minutes the silence has bored you enough so you turn on the radio: *I'm coming home, I'm coming home, tell the world that I'm coming home...* How relatable...
That night you just can't sleep. You just lay there with your eyelids forcefully pressed together hoping to fall asleep, after 2 hours of laying like that you feel like a plonker and get out of bed.
You step into your car and drive. Just drive. When it's about 4 am you return to the house you share with Harry.
The next few days go by in sort of a rush. You just let it be, everything seems wonderful.
Then... after a few days of patience held up by the thought of seeing Harry again, the day of Harry's home coming is there.
You swiftly walk through the house, cleaning the last dust and stains away, whilst singing along to all One Direction songs.
You take a shower, shave where needed, dress nicely and cook Harry's favorite meal when you receive a text, it's Harry:
Hey baby, our plane's delayed, be home a little later, sorry! xoxoxoxoly
Disappointed you look down at your phone, SNAP why did THIS plane have to be delayed?
You stand up and pick some ice cream from your fridge. After a few minutes you're starting to accept it and just focus on the moment he gets here. That's enough to put you in the happy mood again.
You've got a book to finish anyways. After an hour you've finally finished "The Return: Shadow souls". It's getting late so you go upstair and change into one of Harry's shirts.
You look in the mirror, you look cute and fragile in Harry's way-to-big shirt, but you like his style and his smell is on it.
Eventually you come back to reality, you just can't believe Harry's smell got you losing yourself.
Tired you go back downstairs when you hear the song on the radio:
*azy till we see the sun, I know we only met but let's pretend it's love*
'WOOOH THIS IS MY SONG!' you scream and start singing and dancing like crazy. You grab a spoon from the table and start screeching into the spoon as if it's a microphone. 'And if we get together, yeah get together. Don't let the b*tches steal your phone ohooo!'
On your socks you slide over the floor, still "singing" into your "microphone". You sway your hips and flip your hair around. Tonight let's get some, and live while we're yooouuung!!!'
'Wow, never know you were so talented! You should join X Factor!' The sudden sound makes you squeel and jump up, throwing your spoon to the other side of the room. You turn around to face a bright smiling Harry leaning against the door frame.
'Harry!' you scream and run over to him only to throw yourself at him.
Luckily he knows you by now to see it coming and he opens his arms right on time to catch you and press you tight against his chest. You feel his lips on your head so you look up and stare right into those beautiful green eyes.
He pulls you in and kisses you passionately. After 10 minutes of non-stop kissing he pulls back, only to look at you. Your head's spinning like crazy! 'I've missed you so much [y/n]!
'I've missed you too Haz!' You feel tears coming up, Harry's kissing them away.
'So glad I'm home, the last 3 weeks I've been crying myself to sleep because I've missed you so much! You're always on my mind! Once during a concert in Amsterdam, I forgot my lines because you crossed my mind again.' He says with that adorable, dimplecausing, Harry smile.
'I thought you just forgot, didn't think of a reason. But hey, it wasn't my favorite concert anyways, so!'
His eyes go wide. 'Have you seriously made a list with our concert and whether it's a favorite or not?'
'Yes, well... It's only because I love seeing you perform!
Harry laughs at your shy smile. 'Then tell me darling, what is your favorite concert of ours?'
'The one during which Liam pulled down your trousers, I liked that view, though those tight jeans weren't bad either!' you wink at him.
'Hm... so that's what you're looking at when you're with me?' He asks playfully.
'It's not the only thing i look at, but deffinitely something I'd never mind looking at!
With that phrase finished he picks you up and runs with you to your bedroom where he throws you on the bed. He climbs on top of you and just kisses you.
After another 10 minutes of kissing, he pulls back and pulls you to his chest where you stay the rest of the night. Snuggled up to Harry, the one boy you'd do anything for.
When Harry's eyelids start to flutter you only wisper 'Good night sexy' and kiss his lips one more time.
'Good night baby, and by the way you really should sing to our songs more often!'
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Harry Styles Imagines
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