HARRY STYLES - IMAGINES

Fiancé HS

It's...very soft and short. I dont even know how I managed to write something so fluffy, but it is how it is. Enjoy:) 

I couldn't help but admire the man in front of me. Harry leaned against the headboard, his upper body exposed and his legs carefully tucked under the fluffy white blankets I had just washed. The golden light of the nightlamp made his body shimmer in a bronze tone, and gave his tattoos an almost grey-gleaming shine to it. He looked relaxed and calm, the afterglow giving him a raw and almost intimidating magnificence. He had his eyes closed, just sometimes a peek of deep green flickered over to me from under the hooded lids. "What'cha staring at love?" he mumbled sleepily, opening his eyes fully. "You." I responded honestly, leaning back against the bed pole. "And? Liking it?" I shrugged. "Who doesn't. But maybe you should do something with the..hm..face..." I suggested, a sarcastic lilt to my voice. His lips curled up slightly as he pushed himself towards me, carefully brushing over my cheek. "Ye think so?" I nodded softly. "Urgently." He chuckled, pressing a hasty kiss on my lips. "A little minx you are, birdie." I laughed softly, pulling the covers up to my shoulders, before wrapping my arms around my drawn up knees. "Getting chaste suddenly?" Harry immediately asked, giving me an amused smirk. "Getting cocky suddenly?" I fired back, earning a small chuckle. "Whatever." I smirked, stretching myself slightly, ignoring Harry's eyes. "How is the recording going by the way?" I asked, trying to spot bra or a negligée, just something, in the dim light the room. "It's going...okay. I've still not managed to finish that one song I told you about. It's in the making for now almost a year and I just can't seem to...get it right...searching for that, bird?" he said with a smile evident in his voice. My head snapped over to him, rolling my eyes. Between his thumb and index finger there dangled what I was searching for, a self-satisfied smirk on his pinkish lips again. "Yes indeed. How long have you had that in...you know what, I don't wanna know. Back to watermelon sugar...what's missing? Another voice, an instrument...or just something like a writers block?" Harry sighed, before handing me the bra. "I don't know. Probably a writers block thing. But I will figure it out eventually." I nodded, giving him an encouraging smile. "Good that. Mind if I take a shower quickly darling?" he shook his head, smiling back. "Not at all. For what'd ye need the bra then, birdie?" I carefully slid from under the covers and gave him a pointed look over my shoulder. "For afterwards, smartass. And don't you dare coming in..." I threatened and he just chuckled. "Easy there tiger...and not that you would really mind...but alright, I won't." I gave him a last, suspicious look before walking towards the bathroom. "Ye're beautiful." Harry suddenly said behind me, making me turn around. A soft smile spread on my lips as I blew him a kiss. "So are you H. Love you." He hummed satisfied, pretending to catch the kiss. "I love ye too." 

The damp towel was still wrapped around my body when Harry made a sudden entry. "Sorry love, but I heard that you're finished. You wanna go out tonight?" he asked softly, stepping behind me to wrap his arms around me. "D'love to. Fancy a certain place?" he shook his head. "Not really. Whatever you'd like to have...I would however like to take you to somewhere a bit posh..." I chuckled. "So 'd have to doll myself up properly." Harry smirked against the skin of my neck, throwing me a coy glance through the mirror. "If you'd be willing to do that..." I nodded quickly, turning my head to press a kiss on his cheek. "What sane woman would say no to such an offer?" he shrugged softly, pressing another kiss on my neck. "I'll go make a phone call then...could you...could you maybe wear that cute little dress you got from that vintage store last week?" I gave him a quick smile. "The white one? Will do babe." He replied with a dimply smile, pressing another loving kiss on my cheek. "Right back..." I nodded, starting to search through my different kinds of lipstick, a first step to plan my make up for today.
Harry had said a posh place, but I hadn't exactly him taking me to the Ivy, an indeed posh restaurant right at the corner of the Litchfield street and the west street. From the moment I walked in, the beauty of the together with the stunning bar and cute decor, it I fell in love. Being here with Harry only enriched the beauty and specialty of the place. "You like?" he asked, grabbing my hand swiftly. "I am in love." He smirked satisfied. "Well I hope this place isn't outbidding me..." I laughed it off. "It's amazing Harry...but nothing comes even close to you. Ever." A small smile played around his lips as he tilted his head. "I sure hope so birdie. Wouldn't want to lose my fiancé to a restaurant, would I." my breath hitched at his words, my eyes widened immediately. Harry still had this smug smirk on his lips, a knowing little twinkle in his eyes. "What have you just said?" I whispered softly, seeing his smirk sharpen. "Oh nothing big, it's just that...I don't want to lose my fiancé to something like a place. At least leave me for a proper man, not a room full of woody assets." Though I noticed the joke behind his words, I still couldn't muster to choke out a single word. My head was still spinning over that one, little word that had slipped out of his mouth: Fiancé. "I heard that...just...because of the fiancé...I mean we aren't engaged...?" I finally said, searching in his eyes for a sign of him bullshitting me. "Oh right, about that...why don't we change that then, love? If you don't mind." And with that he got up, walked around the table, got down on one knee and pulled a tiny, black box from his pocket. "My love. There aren't many words I can say that I haven't said sometime before, but that won't make them less true. I love you, I think I have never loved anyone in the way I love you. I adore you. I cherish you, worship, admire and look up to you. My mother once said, that whoever you think about when hearing one of those kitschy love songs first, is the one. And well, you are the one in my case. You make me so happy, whenever you are around, you fill my life with so much joy and light...and I want to try and be the same to you. I want to make you feel happy, appreciated, beautiful, believed in, needed, missed everything...because that is what you do to me. And I know I can be extremely cheesy and helplessly romantic, which is exactly the reason why I am doing this the way I am doing it, but it's all for you." He stopped for a second, giving me a little smile and brushing the tear that slowly rolled down my cheek away. "So will you marry me?" it had become quiet in the restaurant around us, I knew how everyone was staring, maybe recording, because it was Harry freaking Styles who just proposed...proposed to me. And I couldn't believe it, not a single second of it. My throat felt scratchy and hoarse when I finally opened my mouth to answer him. "I...I do. Yes, yes of course!" Harry's shoulders relaxed instantly, a warm glow spreading in his eyes. "Oh thank god." He breathed out shakily, and I noticed how his hands were shaking. Loud applause erupted from all around us, even the staff had showed up, listened and now applauded. Harry slipped the ring over my finger, pressing a quick kiss to my knuckled before getting up and pulling me into a sweet kiss. I was at a loss of words, not able to process what had just happened. Harry softly broke the kiss, just to pull me closer and bury his face in the crock of my neck. I rose my hands behind his neck to look at the ring for the first time. It was a beautiful, silvery shimmering ring that was set with a line of small, white diamonds that twinkled like little stars. In it's middle sat a marquise cut, white, blue and pinkish gleaming diamond, letting all the other stones pale in comparison. Harry pressed a kiss on my lips, pulling back with a happy smile. "You like it?" he whispered and I could only nod. "It's so beautiful...oh Harry..." I felt tears brimming in my eyes and he chuckled. "Hush baby...you will make me cry...it's alright." I smiled through my happy tears, before kissing him again quickly. "Bloody hell I love you." He smirked. "Fuck yeah you do, wifey." I grinned, pressing another kiss on his lips.