One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Random Harry Imagine

I got this from a picture thing on Twitter, and I thought it was hilarious, so I decided to make an imagine out of it. Credits to whoever made this picture thing that I got the idea from! :D

“Harry, I’ll be back in a few hours, okay? I have to run to my mum’s!” you called up the stairs. You heard Harry reply to you, his voice muffled by the pillows under his face.

The boys had had a late night at the studio yesterday, and Harry was taking his free day today as an opportunity to sleep in. Other than attending lunch with you, your best friend, and Niall today, he had no plans.

You laughed to yourself before opening the front door, stepping out into the rain and closing the door behind you. Using your bag as a shield, you ran to your car, quickly unlocking the door and diving into the driver’s seat. You smoothed out your hair before starting the car and driving to your mother’s house.

“(Y/N)! Darling! It’s been forever,” your mother cried when you knocked on her front door. She was over-exaggerating quite a bit; you and Harry had just visited her a couple of days ago. It was the second time that Harry had visited your mother, and your mom was still skeptical of you dating an international pop star.

“Mum, I just saw you a few days ago,” you said, wrapping her in a loose hug before walking into the house, wiping your shoes on the mat.

“Oh, same thing,” she dismissed, waving her hand. “Do you want some cookies? I just baked some cookies for your brother and his new girlfriend, but he left the house with her before I could offer them. Something about how I’m embarrassing,” she explained, confused as to why her son would think of her as embarrassing. You flashbacked to Harry’s first visit with your mum and all of the weird questions she used to interrogate him with, shaking your head at the stressful memory. You were pretty sure Harry was still shaken up over it, but if he was, he didn’t let it show.

“No, thanks, Mum. I’m going out for lunch later. But I’ll take some home for Harry if you want me to,” you said, already reaching into the cupboard to grab a container. You walked over to the stove, where the cookies were sitting on a tray cooling off.

Your mother hummed, and you glanced at her before placing a cookie in the container. She had a grim expression on her face, her eyes downcast and her mouth in a fine line. “What?” you asked her.

“I’m still nervous about you dating that boy,” she confessed, and you groaned, placing a few more cookies in the box before sealing the lid. “No, honey, listen. He’s a very sweet boy, and I’m sure he could take care of you perfectly fine. But, darling, it’s just, he’s so much older than you. And he’s famous! You’re not worried about all the girls fawning over him. That one day he might just drop you for one of them.”

“Mum!” you cried out, shocked that she would assume something about Harry. “You don’t know him like that! You’ve only met him twice! He’s not like that, so stop saying such rude things about him,” you shouted. Your mother stared at you, surprised at your outburst. You were not the short-tempered one in the family, so it was rare that you ever raised your voice unless it was about something you passionately cared for.

“I’m sorry. You’re right. I don’t know him well enough to say that,” she apologized, sitting down at the island in the middle of the kitchen. You leaned against the kitchen counter, staring at her before sighing.