Harry Styles Imagines

You're an American

I was on tour with Harry, and we were on our way to the US in the plane. We were laughing, playfully debating between Americans and Brits.

"You people call the bathroom the 'loo'!" I giggled.

"Well you call the loo the 'bathroom'!" He smirked back.

"You call jumping jacks 'star jumps'!"

"And you call star jumps 'jumping jacks'!" He laughed, "What does that even mean?! You Americans have the weirdest names for stuff."

"Harry, you guys think that we're all, like, gangsters or something who use the words 'bro' and 'dude' in every sentence."

He sighed and put his arm around me, "Oh that's just a stereotype, babe. I still love you, even if you have the funniest accent I've ever heard."

I smacked his arm and giggled. "Well we Americans prevailed over the British in the Revolutionary War soo..."

He pretended to look hurt by my words. "Oh Y/N...I can't believe you went there."

"Sorry baby. Love you?" I smiled and cuddled into him further.

"Love you too, kitten. You know, and this is no insult, but I never dreamed of falling for someone from America. It was just never in my mind, until I met you, Y/N Y/L/N." Harry then pulled me in for a long, sweet kiss on the lips. The sparks flew, and my heart exploded.

We kissed again and again until I stopped to tell him, "I could say the same to you, Harry Styles."