Harry Styles Imagines

Romantic Evening

The paparazzi had been crazy lately because of your engagement announcement to Harry. You had to be escorted to and from work by a herd of security guards and going anywhere without an excessive amount of planning had become nearly impossible. You haven't left the house to go anywhere besides work in nearly 3 weeks and you hadn't been publicly spotted with Harry since the announcement. You were beginning to feel restless.

You fumble with your keys and finally push the door open. When you step inside the first thing that catches your eyes is Harry leaning against the table who wasn't supposed to be back until tomorrow.  He's dressed in a pair of navy blue dress pants and a blazer. Candles light the room, and there is a bouquet of flowers on the table

"Harry-" You say, your breath catching in your throat. 

"It's not an ideal date night, I know that. But I know all of this is causing you stress. I'm sorry that we can't live regular lives that aren't analyzed underneath a microscope." He takes a step away from the table towards me and I meet him in the middle. 

"Don't apologize Harry. This life is a blessing." You say as he wraps you into a hug. He rests his chin on the top of your head and then ducks his head down to kiss your forehead.

"I've missed you." He whispers. He picks you up and you wrap your legs around him. "I have to show you something." He makes his way towards the bedroom, the room is dimly lit with candles. He doesn't stop and continues into the bathroom. The tub is nearly overflowing with bubbles, and just like everywhere else in the apartment, candles light the room.

"This is the cheesiest romantic thing you've ever done." You say through a smile that he is quickly kissing.

Soon you are in the tub of sudsy water sitting between Harry's legs. He sweeps your hair aside and places his lips against your neck. His lips linger on your skin, his hot breath sending chills down your spine.