Harry Styles Imagines

27 - Man child (au)

MAN CHILD

                                     I stand on my tip toes and try to reach the can on the highest shelf in the grocery store Harry and I are currently visiting. Harry sighs and gets it for me, putting it into our cart. I thank him and then see that he has the biggest pout on his face.

 "What's wrong, Harry?" I ask and nudge his shoulder as I keep looking for some more groceries we need.

 "Shopping is boring." Harry whines and rubs his eyes with his hands.

 I shake my head giggling. "Has to be done, though."

 "But it's so late and I'm tired." Harry complains and wraps his arms around me from behind. He presses his cheek against my shoulder blade and walks behind me, not letting go of me. 

 "I'm done soon."

 "Hurry." Harry commands and rests his chin on my shoulder, placing kisses on my cheek. I turn my head to give him a quick peck on the lips before turning back to the vegetables in front of me. Harry still leans on me and has his head nuzzled in my neck. His hot breath is tickling my neck.

 "You could help me, you know." I suggest and Harry groans.

 "Too...tired." He says and lets go off me. But instead of standing next to me with a pout on his face he climbs into the cart. I watch him from the side with wide eyes. Harry pushes all the groceries to the front of the cart and sits down in the back. His long legs don't fit in so they hang over the edge of the cart.

 Harry has his eyes closed and his head leans against the thing to push the cart with. "Harry!" I scold and try my best to hide the smile, "You can't sit in there!"

 "I can as you can see," Harry says and wiggles in the cart, "The grid hurts my bum, Y/N."

 Harry pouts again and wiggles some more. My eyes glance through the store, hoping that no one will watch us. But an old lady stares at us in pure confusion, seeing Harry, a grown man, in a cart while he complains about the grid hurting his bum.

 "You're such a child." I laugh and place a bag of tomatoes in the cart. Harry hums, tilting his head back and purses his lips. I quickly lean down to give him a kiss and then try to push him.

 "You love me, though, baby." Harry chirps tired and I smile, giving him a kiss on the head.

 "Shut up."