Harry Styles Imagines

Painting his nails for his concert

(2018 Harry)

You and Harry have been together for about 6 months. You've been best friends since you were both little, which made your relationship even better. Tonight, Harry was performing in London, night 1 of his 2 nights at the o2 arena.

11th April 2018//8:26pm
•Harry's dressing room•

You and Harry were in his dressing room. He had to be on stage in 34 minutes.

'Alright, I'm going to leave you two alone now. Remember Harry, you have to be out here in no less than 3o minutes' Paul says. He nods and smiles. You smile at him as he walks out, shuttling the door behind him.

You sit down on the settee which was facing the screen where you could see all the fans dancing and singing to Mabel.

'She's so good at singing. Harry you really chose the best opening act' you say, smiling, singing along to the words. He smiles and picks up his black Gucci nail polish.

'Thanks love, i think I did too' he says, sitting down on one of the chairs facing the big mirror. You watch him as he opens the bottle of nail polish, wiping the excess off the brush. He furrows his eyebrows and bites his lip as he carefully brushes the black polish onto his left thumb.

'He's so cute when he's concentrating...wow I really do love him' You think to yourself, smiling.

'Fuck sake' he says, shaking his head. You snap out of your thoughts and look down at his right hand. There was nail polish all over the place. You giggle, making his head snap towards you. You gulp and walk over to him.

'Harry, honey, do you want me to help y-' he cuts you off.

'Please?' he asks, sliding the bottle over to you. You giggle and stand in between his legs, lifting his hand up so that you're holding it gently in your left hand.

'Sit down, kitten' he says. You nod and turn your head, looking down at the chair next to him.

'No, no. Sit down on my lap' he says. You look at him and smile. You sit down on his knee and kiss his cheek.

'You missed' he says. You playfully roll your eyes and begin to paint his right hand. He huffs  and pouts. You look up at the mirror, looking at his face. He had his bottom lip out and his eyes closed. You giggle and kiss him on the lips. His face immediately lights up and he smiles. You finish the last nail, putting the lid back on. You gently take both of his hands and place them on the counter.

'I love it when you have painted nails' you say, smiling at his hands. He chuckles lightly and presses a kiss on your temple.

'Thanks, love' he says, kissing your cheek once again.

'10 minutes Harry!' You hear Paul shout. You quickly begin to blow cool air on his nails, allowing them to dry faster.

'You know, the fans love it when you wear nail polish' you say, continuing to blow on his nails. He smiles and looks up at the screen, where he can see them all.

'They do?' He asks. You wrap your arm around his neck and smile.

'Of course they do, Harry. I was actually looking at their tweets today. I found out a lot of things they like' you say. He turns to look at you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

'Hmmm. Like what?' He asks. You smirk.

'Maybe if you go on Twitter, you'll find out' you say, kissing him. He kisses back and chuckles. You pull away and look at you both in the mirror.

'They love it when you say 'it's a family show! or is ittttt?' You say, saying it in exactly the voice Harry uses, making him laugh.

'They also love it when you actually post things on Instagram and tweet things' you say, kissing his cheek.

'Yeah...i did notice that...I've gotten better though! I've posted a picture for every show! That's a good start, right?' he asks, smiling.

'Yes, that is such a good start. They really love it when you post, or when they get new pictures of you. They really love you, Harry. I think you truly do have the best fans' you say, smiling at him.

'I think so too. I'm so incredibly lucky. They support me no matter what I do...they're patient with me and so loving...oh! not to mention that they love my jokes!' He says, jumping up slightly. You giggle and run your hands through his hair.

'Who doesn't love your jokes?' You ask, playfully, making him chuckle.

'They also love you' he says, grinning from ear to ear. You furrow your eyebrows and tuck a lose strand of hair behind your ear.

'They do?' You ask.

'Yes! Almost everytime I meet a fan, they always ask how you are, or tell me how lucky I am because of how sweet and lovely you are!' He says, placing a kiss on your cheek. You giggle and kiss him back.

'Really?' You ask, surprised and relieved that they actually like you.

'Yes! A couple of fans who I met today said to me that when you were on your way to the venue, loads of fans came up to you and asked for your autograph and pictures and you did! They told me that you spoke to them and that you followed them all on twitter too! That makes me so happy, darling' he says, smiling. You smile and shake your head, beginning to blush.

'Kitten. I really love how you get along with my fans. It means everything to me. I love you Y/N. I really do' he says, rubbing small circles on  your lower back. You look up at him and smile.

'You love me?' You ask, making sure you didn't hear him wrong. You hadn't told each other you loved one another yet, but you always wanted to.

'Of course I do, kitten. I've loved you ever since we first met' he says, smiling. You kiss him passionately, being so overwhelmed and happy that he said that. You pull away and rest your forehead against his.

'I love you so much Harry' you say, making him smile.

'Harry! It's time!' Paul shouts, knocking on the door. You get off of Harry's lap and smile, straightening out his suit.

'You're going to do amazing out there honey. I'm gonna be watching you on that screen, singing and dancing!' You say, giggling. He chuckles and looks down at his nails.

'Thank you for painting my nails and just thank you for being so supportive. I love you so much' he says, cupping your cheeks. You smile.

'Now, get out there and put on the bestest show ever for your bestest fans in the whole wide world!' You say, wrapping your arms around his waist. He smiles and kisses you, still cupping your cheeks. God, you loved it when he did that.

'Thank you, kitten. I'll be thinking of you out there' he says, rushing towards the door. You giggle.

'Have fun!' You shout as he runs out of the door.