Harry Styles One Shots.
These are one shots I have found on tumblr.
All credit goes to the writers of which I name at the end of every chapter. If any original writers of these one shots would like me to remove them, please let me know.
description: Harry loses his favorite cardigan. You learn how to knit.
word count: 2.1k
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Harry's sense of style is one of the main things that make people around automatically drowns to him. High waisted flares, custom Gucci suits and newsboy caps - Harry in a nutshell. His style is so distinctive, that even if his face and tattoos were covered, people around would still recognize him just by looking at his outfit.
You, of course, are one of the many fans of Harry's style. Being his girlfriend had its benefits. Getting to steal his clothes was, obviously, on top of the list.
"Sweetheart!" Harry calls out for you from the bedroom.
You got up from your place in the living room, following your boyfriend's voice. You knew that if he just wanted to tell you something, he would've texted. He clearly needs you to come up to him, so that's exactly what you do.
Going up the stairs, you kept thinking about who could be the killer in the new detective series episode you've been watching.
When you reached your bedroom, your eyes trailed right to your worrying boyfriend, who was walking in circles around the room with his brows furrowed and in deep thought.
"Love, is everything okay? You seem upset." You gently started.
He really looked frustrated, and you had no idea what was the reason behind it. He would always take every hardship light-heartedly, knowing that everything can be solved and everything can be fixed, and if that's not the case, he would say, "Well, that's what life's about, isn't it? It can't always be easy. That's the beauty of it." Your mind started walking in circles just like your distraught boyfriend, thinking about anything that could've caused him to react this way.
"Y/N, I think I lost m'rainbow cardigan." Then it hit you. He really loved that cardigan. It wasn't just adorable, warm and cozy. He wore it for your first date, and being someone who imbues everything with meaning and gets emotionally attached to things, his reaction wasn't surprising to you.
"My dear, I'm sure we will find it. Come on. I'll help you lo-"He cut you off full of sadness and frustration.
"I've already looked everywhere, and I mean everywhere. I've looked in every room, on every shelf. I looked under every couch, just in case. I even checked the stove. Like, come on, it could never be there, but I still looked! I don't know what t'do. I always take it along wherever I go. If I am here and it's not - I lost it. I fucking lost it. Y/N, what do I do? Where else could I look?" He was full-on bawling now. You couldn't help but cut the distance separating you short and hug him.
"Don't worry, Har. We will find it. I know how much it means to you. We'll find it." You kept repeating it. Although, your voice was muffled by his hair, he caught every word leaving your mouth.
