HARRY STYLES - IMAGINES

Parents and parrots, HS

Requested by the lovely @muffinCreature 💞 thank you for requesting babe, some nervous Brazil-sunkissed Harry for the heart. I hope it is okay w u (I drifted off at the end, sryyyy), if you're  not ok with it, then dont be afraid to tell. ALSO I am not Brazilian, sooo the phrases that I used...I hope they are correct:) PLS DO TELL IF THEY ARE NOT THOUGH!!

P.S: that picture makes my stress disappear, the longer I look at it, the more I relax. Mister Harry Styles, you are not only art, you are a whole ass trend. KISSYYYY (I just love that word so much, bear with me ok) Nica xx

surprise...not proofread (do I still have to warn y'all though) 

Harry looked nervous. His curls were ruffled through and messy from his nervously brushing through fingers and his cheeks were slightly flushed. "Are you sure I don't have to bring a present...?" he asked for maybe the fifth thousandth time, giving me a worried look. I rolled my eyes and laughed at him, shaking my head. "Yes Harry, I am sure. She forbid it." He sighed and grabbed his luggage tighter. I watched amusedly how he nervously fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, his eyes wandering around the airport quickly. With a soft nudged him and linked my fingers with his, giving him an encouraging squeeze. "Mom will love you. I know that she will, and I am pretty convinced that she already does..." he just sighed. "I hope so...but what if your dad doesn't..." I grinned and pressed a quick kiss on his cheek. "He does too. Don't get freaked out if he acts a bit distant...I'm positive that he secretly loves you." He gave me a sceptic look. "Secretly? How convincing..." I just giggled and winked at him. "Don't be so scared. But come on now...we might get into some traffic and I don't want to come late...mamãe cooked!" Harry nodded quickly, letting go of my hand just to wrap his arm around me. "Then let's not let her wait, shall we?" and with that we both walked steadily towards the taxi that already waited for us. 

Harry looked gorgeous in his the white shirt and the teal-blue pants. The slight tan he had from our stay in Miami made him glow golden in the white and I couldn't help but gape at him. "Something wrong with it?" he asked insecurely and turned around again to walk back into the bathroom. I sighed and grabbed his hand quickly. "Harry! Stop worrying!" I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck. "You look hella fine." He grinned, the insecurity slowly disappearing from his features. "Thank you babe. So do you...oh by the way, have you seen my glasses?" I slowly shook my head. "Have you checked my bag though? Maybe you've put them in there during the flight..." he nodded. "You're probably right. Just a second then, then we can leave." He quickly dipped down for a kiss before hurrying off to the bedroom. I smiled happily, looking out of the huge window into the city. The noise of the street was audible through the closed window and we were quite high...and I had missed it. With quick steps I walked towards it and opened it with a soft screech. The hot Brazilian-city air immediately hit my nose and I smiled, closing my eyes. Of course, there were better smells in this world (not to sound too cheesy but Harry...) but nothing quite beat the smell of home. The cars, the heat on the concrete and stone, the people, the cars the hot air...I've missed it. "I'm ready...everything alright?" Harry asked from behind me, when he watched me smile into the humming city like a mad woman. "Yeah, brilliant. I just missed...this." I said with a soft smile, pointing at the open window before closing it. He gave me a cute little smile. "I see. We should come here more often then." I grinned, walking up to him. "Have I told you that I love you Mr. Harry Styles, and you are perfect." He just laughed and shook his head. "I am not, far of it. Now come on, I don't want to be late my love." I smiled and nodded, quickly pressing a peck on his cheek. "Yeah lets!" 

As we waited for my mom or dad to open the door, Harry started to fidget his fingers again, and nervously picking his nails. I leaned against him calmingly, giving him a warm smile. "Don't pick on them. The nail polish!" he shrugged softly when we suddenly heard steps approaching the door. "What does Good evening even mean in Portuguese? shit, I literally have no idea how to say anything in this language, I am so screwed..." harry suddenly whispered, stress clearly evident in his voice. I giggled softly. "Boa tarde, love. But don't add the "love" though." I answered with  grin. He rolled his eyes at me  "Obrigada - thank you. Most important for you to survive in this relationship: te amo, to me and only me!" he chuckled, nodding quickly. I couldn't say any more before the door got opened with a jerk. 

"Minha filhinha! Eu sinto saudades de você!" my mother exclaimed, wrapping her arms immediately around my neck. "Olá mamãe..." I mumbled into her neck with a small smile, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "How have you been sunshine? Good? How was the flight?" I smiled softly. "All good mamãe. By the way..." I stepped aside, revealing Harry behind me. "this is Harry. Harry, my mamma." Harry's smile was surprised but very genuine when my mother immediately hugged him affectionately as well. "So you are Mr. Harry Styles, the one and only! Believe me, our daughter has told us about you a lot!" he gave me an amused grin. "Good to know...very nice to meet you m'am." I just rolled my eyes at him, shaking my head. "Cadê o papai?" I asked my mother, and she pointed into the direction of the kitchen. "Somewhere there." She just said, still occupied with Harry. "Papai?!" I called out, walking towards the livingroom and kitchen. There he stood, a beer in one and a steaming pan in the other. "Hello there princess..." he said with a beaming smile, placing everything down to hug me. "How have you been?" I asked, giving him a loving look. "I have been well. I heard the same from you...and also that you finally brought that Harry home..." he said, an amused twinkle in his eyes. "Be nice to him! I am serious, he was so nervous...don't you dare scare him away!" I threatened with my finger in the air. He just chortled before nodding quickly. "I won't...maybe." I gave him a playful shove before Harry and my mom entered the kitchen. Harry gave me a slightly stressed look before giving my father an almost shy smile. My heart melted at his adorable face, never have I seen him so intimidated and nervous before. My father frowned deeply, grabbing the hand Harry offered him. "I'm Harry..." Harry started, but my dad cut him off, roughly even. "Styles. I know who you are, young man." He started darkly and Harry's jaw tensed. My mom and I both simultaneously groaned. "Papai!" I hissed and my father started to laugh loudly. "Tô brincando. Me-desculpa." He chuckled, Harry's body relaxing slightly. I stepped behind him, wrapping my arms around him protectively. "He says, that he is only messing with you and he is sorry. You must excuse him." I explained with a reproachful look towards my father, whose eyes twinkled mischievously. Harry finally relaxed. "However, let me now show you my children...let them be for a moment." I said, with an amused lilt to it, before I grabbed his arm and pulled him into another room. The cage with the three birds stood in the corner of the room, and when we entered, two of them immediately began to chirp. Oh, just one chirped – the other one cursed. Harry immediately grinned widely as he heard him. "There they are. The really yellow, goldish one is Mexinha – the cussing golden conure. The other one, the flaming orange-yellow and red one, that is Pimenta – a sun conure." Harry nodded, slowly stepping closer. "Do their names hold a special meaning?" I nodded, opening the cage for Pimenta to hop out of it and land on my finger. "This one – Pimenta – means basically hot pepper. i don't know exactly why I named it like that...maybe because of his vibrant feathers. Then Mexina means literally "little mess-maker"...which fits perfectly, since the first thing she did was picking my father's finger and then start to cuss." Harry chuckled, watching the still caged in bird. "Who's that little yellow one?" "Xerox. He looks like a perfect copy of Mexinha, which is also what his name is. Photocopy." I explained with a laugh and Harry grinned. "Nice. They are really cute." I nodded proudly. "My children." He shook his head slowly. "They seem lonely you think they'd mind if they had another little sibling? Not really, right?" he winked smuggle as I placed the conure back into the cage. At his words I snapped around. "Oh shut up! If my dad hears that you plan on putting a baby into me already..." Harry just grinned, pulling me towards him. "You never know...they'd be cute though." I hummed softly, eyes flickering over his lips. "They? Now already more than one?" he chuckled, pulling me even closer. "Go big or go home." He whispered before planting a kiss on my lips. "Dinner is ready in a oh – I am sorry!" my mom interrupted us, a knowing smirk on her face. "Sorry...we are coming. Is there anything we can help with..." Harry asked politely, stepping slightly back. "Well, not getting my daughter pregnant would be a start..." Harry blushed slightly, a mischievous smile tugging on his lips. "...though I would not mind it so much if I am honest. They would be very pretty at least." My mother finished with a shrug and Harry and I both broke out into loud laughter.