Harry Styles Imagines & One Shots 💓

Lady & The Tramp Remake

Your stomach grumbled as you stirred the pasta sauce from time to time, making sure it doesn't burn while Harry had his arms around waist, resting his chin on your shoulder blade.

He peppered your cheeks with kisses and every time you turned to look at him better, he presses his lips against yours sweetly. 

"Can you check on the pasta for me, love?" You instructed him and he unwillingly let go of you and fished out a strand of spaghetti for trying.

He decided that it was done and drained the hot water from the pasta, then pouring the pasta into the sauce while you stirred it.

Once you stirred it, you asked Harry for the plates to serve them but you only received one. "Uhm, Harry? We need another one." You didn't look at him as you said that, focused on serving the pasta.

"Oh, I figured we could share today. Saves washing up." He shrugged.

"Harry, we have a dishwasher..." You reminded him.

"Oh come on, Y/N! Gimme a break!" Harry rolled his eyes while you laughed.

"Okay, okay..." You placed all of the pasta on the dish and placed the meatballs on top. You brought it to the table and you and Harry took your respective seats opposite each other.

The both of you dug in straight away, entranced by the inviting smell of tomatoes and mushrooms.

Suddenly, as you were delivering a mouthful into your mouth, Harry suggested something. 

"Hey baby, remember the Lady and the Tramp's spaghetti scene?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You nodded, not realizing anything.

 "Let's do that, shall we? Choose one strand and we might get the same one!" Harry seemed really excited about the idea so you agreed, picking a random strand closest to you.

On the count of 3, the both of you slurped the chosen strand, looking at each other goofily like two love fools. The both of you giggled as you both reached the end but it wasn't connected.

Harry kept insisting that you guys try again and again, saying something about how true love will allow us to choose the right one.

After the umpteenth time, you sighed, ruining Harry's romantic and ideal moment: "Hazza, you know the chances of us slurping the same one is that slim we'll be here all night, right?"

Harry chuckled: "Patience goes a long way, sweetheart... nevermind, you know what?" He said as he picked out a long strand and passed one end to you.

You took in without questioning him and he lifted a pile of pasta with his fork, lowered the chosen strand and buried it among the pile so it looked like it wasn't chosen beforehand.

You giggled at his silly antics and accused: "Cheat!"

Harry squeezed his eyes and scrunched his nose up adorably, holding up his index finger to his lips. "Shhh...."

"Now.... picked your strand yet?" Harry winked at you and you winked back.

"Yup!" The both of you smiled and started sucking the strand, hoping it gets you to where you think it will.

You could feel the spaghetti strand straining under the weight of the pasta but somehow, it didn't break and the strand got shorter and shorter, bringing to both of you closer, much to Harry's delight.

He couldn't stop grinning and neither could you. You felt like your cheeks are as red as the pasta sauce by now...

3 inches, 2 inches, 1 inches.... The strand disappeared and the both of your lips connected. Harry breathed out a small sigh as he felt your lips against his.

Finally.... after the long suspense... (haha see what I did there? Suspense, the strand?) 

The kiss lasted for about 5 seconds, and the both of you smiled into the kiss halfway. This was so romantic you wanted this moment to never end. You're willing to pick thousands of strands just to achieve this moment again.

The both of you blushed as you looked at each other, then turned away shyly.

"You know, I'm pretty sure Lady and Tramp didn't went on for so long...." You broke the comfortable silence with a laugh.

Harry chuckled: "Who said we're Lady and Tramp? We're Harry and Y/N, and we do it our way." Harry leaned forward to wipe a bit of sauce away on the bottom of your lips.

"Besides, you're way prettier than Lady anyway..." Harry added.

"Harry! Lady's a dog! So you're comparing me to a dog now?" You accused him, trying to contain your laughter.

"No, that's not what I meant! Besides, I said you look better than the dog..." Harry weakly defended and you rolled your eyes playfully, getting out of your seat to leave as a joke.

"Way to go, Harry.... You've just ruined the romantic moment." You shook your head at him.

"Babeeeeeeee!" Harry chased after you while you couldn't help letting out the laughter you've been holding on for so long.

"You're such an idiot sometimes, H...." You let him embrace you and looked up at him with loving eyes.

"Only for you." Harry grinned back shyly.