Harry Styles Imagines

He Hears You Singing

I was drying off from the shower, singing "Break Free" by Ariana Grande. I thought it wasn't anything to brag about, but I wasn't a terrible singer, in my opinion:

"I only wanna die alive."

"Never by the hands of a broken heart."

"I don't wanna hear you lie tonight."

"Now that I've become who I really are."

Then, I heard another voice singing it from outside the door. A voice I'd know anywhere:

"This is, the part when I say I don't want ya."

"I'm stronger than I've been before."

"This is, the part when I break free."

"Cuz I can't resist it no more."

I was so embarrassed. Though he couldn't see me, my cheeks turned red in the mirror as I looked at my surprised face. Harry, my boyfriend who happened to be one of the most famous singers there's ever been, just heard me sing for the first time. I panicked. What if he didn't like my voice? Will he think any less of me?

"Harry!" I whined, "What are you doing?! I thought I was alone."

"Well we finished earlier than expected, babe," He said, laughing a little, "Your voice is beautiful!"

"Stop laughing at me!" I complained.

"I'm not joking, love! You have a great voice!" Harry said more seriously.

"Oh you're just trying to make me feel better." I said while opening the door. I was all dressed now.

As soon as he saw my face he moved in to kiss me. "You think I'm sugar-coating it, yeah?"

"Yes, I do." I raised my eyebrows.

"Y/N, you have a better voice than Miley, Taylor, Adele, Beyonce, or Rihanna." He smiled, "There. That time I sugar-coated it."

"Hey!" I punched his muscular arm. "By that you mean mine is worse."

"Okay, and this is not sugar coating it: Y/N, you're voice is better than Miley, Taylor, Adele, Beyonce, and Rihanna combined. I mean it, baby."

"Then I guess we should take turns singing each other to sleep." I chuckled.

He smirked "Maybe we should. Bed. Now."