Harry Styles Imagines

Spaghetti

Imagine, you've had a long day at work and you come home to Harry, cooking dinner in the kitchen.

"Hello, beautiful!" Harry greets you enthusiastically as you walk through the door.

Your hands are filled and you're struggling to make it to the table without dropping anything.

You sigh, a loud, dramatic sigh of relief once you put your things down safely.

Harry is standing at the stove, cooking something that smells delicious.

"Smells good, huh?" he winks at you with goofy pride. He's such a dork sometimes, but you love it.

You lean your elbows on the set table as a tiny smirk forms on your lips, and you nod in response, rubbing your temples.

"Headache?" he asks.

"I've had a really long day, babe." You sigh and take your hair out of its high sock bun, instantly relieving the tightness and relaxing just a bit.

"Well I've got a lovely dinner cooking," he looks up at you with the same goofy smile on his face,"spaghetti a la Styles!"

You laugh loudly, the bad mood slipping from you by the second. You're so lucky to have him.

"Almost ready? I'm starving." you inquire.

In response, he takes the pot in his big hands and places it on the table. He looks so cute, putting all his concentration on getting the right amount of spaghetti on the plates. He catches you watching him and smiles.

You begin to pull out your chair, but Harry stops you.

"No, no. A lady never pulls out her own chair." he cheekily pulls out the chair and gestures with his hands for you to sit down.

A huge smile spreads across your face, and you roll your eyes at him-lovingly, of course.

"Thank you, Harry." you say, stifling a laugh. You love his playfulness.

Suddenly, you feel his hands on your shoulders. His big, strong hands massaging your shoulders..your neck..

You instantly relax under his familiar, comforting touch.

"What's all this for, babe?" you ask with closed, relaxed eyes.

"Because," Harry leans down until his lips are tickling your ear, "I love you."

He kisses your cheek, letting his lips longer a bit. You smile as he continues rubbing your shoulders. "I love you too, Harry."