Harry Styles Imagines/Preferences

#17: Change of Plans

Imagine #17: Change of Plans

(Imagine for Mya. a.k.a - Hazzasbabexx)

Enjoyyyy!

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The month of December. What a beautiful month for the holidays, and snow.

Lots and lots of snow.

"Do you think we'll be able to go out tonight?" I ask Harry as I walk into the kitchen after examining the snow flakes falling from the clouds.

"Yeah, it will stop eventually." He says as he kisses me forehead and hands me a mug of coffee.

"Ok, Mr. Styles the meteorologist." I say sarcastically and sit on the couch.

"Look, it's not even snowing that bad-" he stops as he points at the window.

The snow is falling rapidly and the snow flakes are thick.

"It'll stop." He shrugs and sits next to me.

"Just check the news." I roll my eyes.

"Ok, ok." Harry turns on the television and switches to the news.

"London will be getting some heavy snow tonight. We're asking you to please stay indoors due to the weather conditions. Roads are icy and slippery and will get worse when you're on the road." The weather lady in a heavy blue coat says, looking like she's in Alaska.

"Oh, what was that? The snow will stop, huh Harry?" I pretend to listen and put my hand next to my ear.

Harry sighs. "I guess our dinner date tonight is cancelled."

"Hey, who said anything about our dinner date is cancelled?"

"Are you seriously going to go to a restaurant in a dress and heels when there's going to be at least a yard of snow outside?" Harry raises his eyebrows.

"No, idiot. I mean we can do something here!" I get up and jump over Harry's legs that were resting on the table.

"Ok, uh. What do you want to do?" Harry asks as he stands up and looks around the living room.

"We can have dinner while watching a movie and then some dessert later." I say as I walk to the kitchen.

"Mmmmmm I'd like some dessert." Harry wraps his arms around my body and kisses my neck.

"Um no, I wasn't talking about that kinda dessert." I back away from him while laughing.

"Ouch, you're not gonna have some fun tonight?" He asks.

"No, my monthly friend has arrived." I tell him.

Harry makes a puzzled face. "Who?"

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THAT NIGHT:

Harry and I made dinner, Alfredo pasta with some bread.
A glass of red wine to drink while we watch 21 Jump Street.

"Channing Tatum is so hot." I say.

Harry narrows his eyes at me. "Hey."

I look at him with a big smirk. "Heeeeyy." I wink.

Harry laughs and makes a squeaky noise then covers his mouth.

I burst into laughter. "What the fuck was that?"

"I honestly don't know."

We stop laughing until I hit Harry in his balls.

He groans and slaps my arm.

"What was that for?"

"I was getting bored." I shrug.

Harry recovers and after finishing the movie, we make some hot chocolate.

Harry dips his finger into the chocolate that I'm currently stirring and for a second I thought he was going to have a taste test but no, he decides to smear it on my face.

"Harry!" I wipe the chocolate from my face and check my hands.

"It looks good on you babe." He says before he licks his fingers.

"You're so childish." I wipe my face with a damp paper towel.

"Have you ever wondered that we don't act like we're dating, but like brother and sister?" Harry asks.

"Ew. Don't ever say that again." I warn him.

"Ok ok." He raises his hands and smiles.

After finishing preparing the hot chocolate, Harry and I sit by the fire place to warm up. The house is cold and the fire place is the only place that we can have some warmth.

I'm sitting between Harry's legs, my back against his chest and huge blanket around us.

"I'm sorry we couldn't go out today." He apologizes for no reason.

"You don't need to apologize. But you are a meteorologist. You should know when it snows." I joke.

Harry chuckles and I snuggle more into him.

"I love you, Mya." He kisses my head.

"I love you too, Harry."

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