Harry Styles Imagines

Coffee

For Leah! Enjoy:)

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"Leah." you heard Harry's voice call your name behind you, raspy from the winter cold, or really just the usual cold of England.

You peel your eyes away from the beautiful shirt you were eyeing through the store window and turn to look at him. He's all bundled up in his coat and scarf, shivering a tiny bit with his hands stuffed in his pockets. You smile at him, "Yes, babe?"

"I'm cold!" he shivers, pouting at you. You laugh and walk over to him, joining your arms and continuing your walk to his flat.

Harry's humming a tune, and you recognize it, Coldplay. You start humming along, and he looks down at you smiling, and you notice how long his eyelashes are.

You both turn a corner, and you spot a Starbucks. "Can we stop?" you ask him. "Of course." His arm slips out of yours and he grabs your hand, squeezing it hard, warming you instantly.

He opens the door and you walk in, the warm heat of the place feeling amazing on both of your reddened cheeks.

He walks upto the counter, politely aka for two tall pumpkin spice lattes. The girl looked at him star struck, but he just smiled and moved towards the end of the counter to wait for your order.

After about a minute, a guy brings us our lattes. Harry grabs both, in one hand. How he manages to do that, you'll never know. You watch his fingers as they stretch around both cups,his veins sticking out. You love that.

You take one from him and wrap both hands around it, letting the heat transfer to your hands.

Harry takes a sip and starts to walk over to an empty leather couch. You watch him, hypnotized by the way his long legs move, and the sound his boots make as they hit the floor. You're infatuated with him. But who wouldn't be?

He plops down, and you do the same. He wraps his arm around you and you lean into his chest, inhaling his scent. Chanel.

Your eyes close and you being the coffee to your lips, enjoying the simple pleasure of the moment.

"This tastes amazing." Harry says. You open your eyes and turn your head to look at him, and he has a bit of a coffee-mustache. You giggle and wipe it off as he smiles at you.

You go to take back your hand, but he grabs it and kisses it lightly, making you blush. He still manages to make you blush.

You and Harry finish your coffees and walk the rest of the way home.

"Ugh, warmth!" he exclaims as he walks through the door, into the familiar flat you've grown so fond of.

You laugh and he pulls you close, kissing your nose. You hug him tight and smile into his chest, loving how easy things were with Harry. Easy and simple and beautiful.