HARRY STYLES - IMAGINES

Sunflowers HS

„What are yeh thinking about?" I snapped out of my thoughts and focused on the wonderful man in front of me again. „Oh nothing really." Harry took a sip of his water before placing his hand on the table between us. His rings flashed up in the sunlight and I carefully laid my hand into his. "Are you enjoying yourself love?" I nodded and sighed in joy as I took in my surroundings. Harry had just finished his worldtour and had now decided to take a well deserved break. We had decided to just travel around a little bit, meet a few people and relax. Finally relax. Right now were had been invited to spend a few days on board of the Eos, a very luxurious schooner owned by Barry Diller and his wife, designer Diane von Furstenberg. Also attending the trip was Karlie Kloss, the super model who frequently made my body insecurities bubble up. But Harry's loving looks always made them disappear. Everything had just been so perfect the last few days. Everything, apart from me not really enjoying ships and maybe the choice of flowers on this giant yacht. "What?" Harry asked immediately, observing my face carefully. "Sunflowers. I don't like them." He frowned and brushed with his free hand over the bright yellow petals. "How's that?" "I just don't like yellow all that much. And my mom already hated them so I probably got it from her." Harry had his eyebrows high as I finished, eyeing me with a slightly reproachful look. "Yeh don't like yellow? But since when? I even wore several yellow suits on tour and one, I can remember, one which was light yellow." I grinned as I saw his pouted lips. "You always said I looked beautiful?" I squeezed his hand softly. "So you did. You are not a sunflower after all, are you?" he just hummed and pressed a quick kiss on my knuckles, hiding a smirk. I couldn't help but adore my boyfriend of now almost a year. He looked completely relaxed, his hair a bit longer and slowly curling itself again, a hint of something like a beard on his cheeks and top lip. A whole month of growth how he disclaimed. "Take a picture it will last longer." He remarked cheekily before turning slightly to Karlie who sat next to him. He didn't let go of my hand however, not a single second. And he was perfectly right, a picture would indeed last longer, so I grabbed my phone and opened the camera as quick as possible. "Harry..." I called him softly, pointing the camera at him. He immediately gave me a lazy, tiny bit amused smile. It wasn't a full blown smile, more like a curl of his lip corners, but it reached his eyes and he looked very satisfied. "You look handsome. If just those flowers weren't on the picture..." he chuckled lightly. "And yet they are. Ignore them or crop them out if they bother you that much...and yeh look beautiful as well." I smiled at him. "It's alright they don't look too bad on it." He smiled before turning back to his previous conversation. "How has your summer been?" Diane suddenly appeared next to Harry and sat down. I smiled friendly at her and hoped that she hadn't heard Harry and mines previous conversation about sunflowers. "Oh apart from Harry being away, it had been quite wonderful." Diane nodded understandingly. "I can imagine. For how long hade he been gone?" my finger carefully tapped against the glass of my now empty drink. "About ten month all in all. With a quick break for the Europe tour...yeah around that." Diane nodded again before her eyes fell on my empty glass. "Oh dear, you are finished already...I am sorry. Would you like something else?" my cheeks slightly heated up when everyone suddenly looked at me and my empty glass. Karlie had merely sipped at her drink, Harry was halfway through. I must look like an alcoholic or something. I caught Harry's amused smirk as he drew small circles on my hand with his thumb. "Stressed love?" I shook my head quickly. "Of course not why should I?" I looked back at Diane. "If I could get a water...but I can get it myself..." but Diane already turned around. "Bruno! One water please. With ice?" I nodded. "Yes please. And quiet please." Diane just nodded and instructed the waiter they had on the ship. "So..." she said with a smile, "What are you doing in all that time?" well what was she expecting me to do? "I work at Columbia Records as an artist's services manager in Milan currently. But mostly in the UK. Which is also where I and Harry met." In this moment, Bruno the waiter approached us, balancing a platter with a cooled glass of water. He placed it in front of me and took my empty glass with him again. I thanked with a short nod and then looked back to Diane. "Really? Interesting...so what exactly is your job as an artists services manager?" I took a sip from my water, noticing Harry still drawing circles on the back of my hand. "Well you have to identify potential artist and management targets for example. You also have to be able to build a strong relationship with artists. You work as a help to get through the industry basically. You negotiate about fees, terms and service commitments...and so on." Diane looked over to Harry. "So you were his manager?" I shook my head. "No, we weren't really supposed to even properly meet. I was just the one who brought the contract into the room as he signed. And polite as he is, he immediately got up and introduced himself." Diane's eyes sparkled and she leaned forward a little bit. "Oh really? And that's how you met? How sweet." I nodded a bit shy, before feeling Harry's eyes on me. He looked at me with a small smile and rose my hand again to press a kiss on them. 

The next day we left the ship early, because Harry, Karlie and Barry and Diane were invited to Google Camp. Me, being Harry's girlfriend was invited as well...very kind. The Camp, as it is known is a three-day conference combining tech, fashion, and music. Mornings are filled with spirited discussions from education to human rights, how to extend human life and the design of cities of the future, all blending the greatest minds and visionaries, while the afternoons are for pure relaxation and lots of food and drink. The evening however we spent outside, enjoying a beautiful firework. Harry wrapped his arms around me from behind as I watched along the other A-List Celebrities who were invited how the colourful light spread over the sky. "Have you said hi to James?" he mumbled into my neck and I nodded. "Sure have Harry. He is the only one I know." Harry straightened himself up immediately. "You know no one else? Love you must have been bored to death..." I only laughed and turned around. "Bored? Harry can you hear yourself? Look where we are, look what we have...there is nothing to be bored about! And you clearly enjoyed your time so why would I complain?" Harry eyes me carefully. "Yeah but..." I just cut him off with a quick peck. "Shut it Harry. I also enjoyed my time and that thanks to you." He chuckled softly. "So it does have his advantages to have me as a boyfriend? Even if I am hardly ever at home?" I smiled I wrapped my arms around his neck. "You mean having a music and style icon as a boyfriend who is the most loving and sweet person on this planet? Yeah it doesn't hurt, not really." He laughed. "Music and style icon?" I threw him a look. "Yes? Six billboard music awards, seven brit awards and I don't know, but I think it was Harry Styles who won the British style awards...oh and not to forget your participation in Dunkirk..." Harry ended my speech with a quick kiss. "Stop it you get met all...nervous here. You know sometimes I forget how much of a fan you are..." I only huffed. "Of course I am? What kind of girlfriend would I be if I wouldn't support you?" Harry frowned. "A normal one? You are not obligated to like my music as a girlfriend, nor approve of my choice of music." I rose my eyebrows at him. "Really not?" he shook his head. "Nope...hold on is that your way of telling me that you think my music is shit?" I laughed and quickly shook my head. "No! I love it! And I love you." He just smiled down at me. "I love you too. Glad I have you." He pressed another sweet kiss on my lips. "So glad." I just smirked and returned his kiss. "Look at you two. Such a beautiful couple!" I heard Cordon's voice and we broke off. "She is beautiful right?" Harry said with a proud smile before pressing a kiss on my forehead. Lord knows how much I loved this man. 

(a/n): I would like to add, that I would gladly take a bullet for relaxed after-tour Harry. Or Harry in general. Not to be dramatic or anything. But I mean...

...yes. 

thats it for today folks, have a nice one