Harry Styles Imagines & One Shots 💓

Hairy Harry

Harry came back from work late today. Actually, he came back from work late for almost a full week now, and every single time, he has a frown on his pretty face which upsets me a lot. *GIF*

However, he tends to brighten up a little as soon as he saw my face, so I make sure to do my best to soothe his stressed mind and tired body. I want to be Harry's support system and today's no exception.

He walked in the front door with a stressed face as usual and I immediately stopped doing my work and went up to him, giving him a huge hug.

He hugged me back gratefully, rubbing my back with his big hands and breathing me in deeply.

"You feeling okay, love?" I asked gently. He looked at me and gave me a curt nod, trying his best to smile but I know he isn't feeling up to it.

"Yeah, what's for dinner?"

"Well, I've cooked some curry and rice! (a/n: YASSSS)" I replied, holding Harry with both hands and leading him towards the kitchen.

"Smells amazing, sweetheart. I'm starving.... sorry for making you wait." He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his smile no longer forced.

"It's okay. I'll heat the curry up now, you can change or take a shower while I'm at it."

Harry gratefully nodded and went upstairs for a relaxing shower. Before he made it up to the landing, he asked cheekily: "Any chance of you getting in there with me?"

I turned around and placed my hands on my hip. "A big fat 0!" I stuck my tongue out at him playfully while he sang: "Love you, babyyyyy...."

I turned back to the curry and clicked my tongue several times, pretending to be offended but I'm smiling really widely that Harry has obviously cheered up compared to just now.

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Harry came down soon enough and we ate a hearty dinner, filled with conversations and waves of laughter.

After I cleared up the plates, I went to sit with Harry on the sofa. He was at first seated upright, scrolling through his phone but once I cuddled up next to him, he changed his position and ended up laying his head on my lap comfortably, the rest of his body splayed out on the couch.

He had splayed out his hair behind his head, so his long curls reached the other side of my thigh. I leaned over to kiss him and he kissed me back sweetly.

I switched on the TV to find what's good and after much switching of channels, I settled on HBO, which was currently showing Beautiful Creatures. Harry silently watched it with me.

My hands unconsciously played with Harry's long mane, never being able to rest and always caught fiddling with something.

I can feel Harry relaxing his body as he sank down deeper into me, closing his eyes contentedly. He was obviously enjoying that sensation as much as I do.

At some point, I've stopped fiddling with his hair as I was too concentrated on the movie. I felt Harry's pair of hands gently grabbing my own and guiding it back to his hair.

"Don't stop, baby. I love it when people play with my hair." He whined a little.

"Alright, curly." I joked, pinching his nose lightly as he scrunched it adorably.

He snuggled comfortably on my lap as I massaged his scalp, braided random tiny braids in them and twirl it around my fingers.

His hair is so soft and smooth, not at all greasy or too dry. It's just the right texture and it flows so beautifully like a waterfall. A curly, brown waterfall. I giggled silently to myself, thinking about it.

Harry had drifted off to a peaceful slumber on my lap, his arms instinctively wrapped themselves around my waist loosely, his face facing me.

I gently stroked his smooth cheek and his prominent jawline. Gosh, why don't I have it? I caressed his hair softly, combed and twirled his beautiful curls lightly through my fingers. To me, Harry's hair is my fidget spinner or stress ball, or whatever most people play with to calm themselves. He's even better than any of that anyway.

I didn't dare move even an inch, not even when my legs are starting to go numb.I wavered after a while but determined not to wake Harry up as he really, really deserved a nap.

Beautiful Creatures ended and the credits started rolling, I didn't move from my position and focused my attention on Harry's peaceful face. I caressed his cheek softly again and he felt him stir from his sleep.

He blinked slowly, his double eyelids became more obvious now. Once he familiarized himself with the surroundings, he looked up at me and gave me a sweet and lazy smile.

"Did I wake you up?" I asked softly while massaging his scalp.

"No, but you should a long time ago, I must've been squashing your thighs for so long!" He replied in his croaky just-woken-up voice.

He immediately sat up and stroked my thighs. "Poor you, I could almost see my head imprinted into your thighs!" he joked.

I laughed lightly and my thighs felt so much better, blood rushed back along it to replenish the lack of it for about an hour.

"Do you feel better now?" I asked him again, leaning my head against his chest. He ruffled my hair lovingly, pressing a firm kiss at the top of my head.

"Yeah, much better love. Thanks to you." he whispered lightly before pressing his lips into mine. 

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By now most of you must've realised my imagines r mostly at home and when Harry's free but we all know how busy the boys r in real life....:( I'll try to spice my imagines up a little next time but fsr my ideal date with Harry is just chilling at home so I guess my imagines r unconsiously based on that :)