Harry Styles Imagines & One Shots 💓

Airport Love

Harry's POV

Flying is stressful, even more without the boys. I hate jet lags, I hate the food, I just hate it, period. I'll be in a cranky mood every time I touch down, especially at the prospect of paparrazzis trying to get every inch of me.

I managed a strained smile when my passport got checked and the officer checked that I don't have anything illegal with me. As soon I got pass custom and got my luggage from the conveyor belt, I headed towards the exit, longing to see my baby girl, Y/N.

I texted her: otw back now. Can't wait to see you, beautiful xx

She texted me back instantly: Excitedly counting down the minutes at home... :)

I cracked a smile at the sight of that text, even though I'm so freaking tired and jet lagged. What can I say, that's her effect on me...

As I head out the exit, I saw a lot of typical signs that travelling agencies carried, signs like "Follow me!", "Welcome to NY!" "ABC Tour Agency" and "Missed you, prunes!" (refer to the chapter: Prunes & Wrinkles to get a better idea.)

Wait, what?

I did a double take and realized that the "Missed you, prunes!" sign was extra glittery with extravagant, with girly script that was obviously hand written. With the handwritings of..... Y/N.

The person who held up the sign finally lowered it, and above it peeked the lovely face of my baby girl. She squealed as soon as she saw me, her grin widening at the same rate as mine.

I ran towards her, ignoring my luggage. She did the same, dropping the sign and running straight into my arms. As soon her body connects with mine, the puzzle was finally complete. I probably crushed the air out of her, but at that point I was beyond caring.

She smelled the same as always, a comfort to know. Our lips connected soon after, oh how much I've missed this! Her arms wrapped around my neck and I stroked her flowing hair, bringing her closer to me and deepening the kiss.

My hands lingered towards her waist and I squeezed it a little, missing her beautiful curves. Sooner or later, my tongue was exploring the depths of her mouth, loving every inch of my baby.

This girl right here, she's all mine. And I'm not afraid to show the world. We're full scale making out in the airport, paps and passerbys busy snapping. But for once did I give a toss? Nope.

When we finally break off, I stroked her cheek lovingly, staring into those eyes I missed so much. Damn, I missed her so, so much.

"I missed you." I whispered, a bit breathless.

"Miss is an understatement." She smiled. "Did you like the sign I made? I went through a whole bottle of glitter for you." She giggled at the thought of it.

"I loved it, babe. What's it with the prunes bit?" I chuckled and pinched her cheeks.

"I didn't wanna make it obvious it was meant for you because y-know..." She rolled her eyes slightly before continuing. "So I just made it into our inside joke only you would understand."

She smiled hopefully at me, like a little kid asking her teacher to grade her drawing. Could I love this girl anymore?

"Let's go home, babe. I really, really want you right now, and we obviously can't do it here...."

She laughed and we took my strayed luggage as we head home, back to our own little heaven.