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: in which Harry loves baths and can't keep his hands off of Y/N + kinda soft, kinda giggly sex.
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Harry doesn't recall having fallen asleep until he feels her cool fingers poking at his sides. He sits upright quite suddenly and then, taking a moment to drag himself back to reality, feels the warm water soothe over his skin and lap at his shoulders. The bathroom is cozy, still balmy from the bath they had ran not too long ago, mirrors dripping with perspiration and steam billowing in certain areas. Then her voice comes to him, drifting with a slight echo that makes her sound almost angelic.
"Were you falling asleep on me, Harold?" she giggles.
He sighs contentedly despite the name. If there is one thing that is for certain, it is that Harry loves baths. He can thank her for that.
He loves them for more reasons than one. Sure, he finds it simply relaxing to recline in the warm water, breathing in the calming scents of essential oils but, most often than not, baths in his household usually always consist of him and her. In a world that can be so hectic, Harry simply cherishes the moments of solitude he is able to have with Y/N. The moments in which it is just the two of them without a care, sitting seemingly frozen in time so that they can bask only in each others presence. It's all that he truly needs. A moment of restoration and clarity. He hadn't necessarily been opposed to it when she had first suggested he join her for one, though he had usually been one for a shower if only so he could be quick, jump in and out, when getting ready.
But a bath, he comes to find, is a cure for almost anything.
He can count more times than he has fingers a warm bath has solved something in their relationship. Most times, it is used as a way to unwind after a long and frantic week, the two of them embraced in each other's arms as they giggle and chat. Quite a few times it has come in handy after spending a morning or afternoon or night driving each other to sweet euphoria and are in need of a way to calm their shrill hearts and wash the sex from their bodies. Other times, if she isn't feeling particularly well - whether that be because of a cold or because of a terrible mix of stress and anxiety - he'll run her a bath, make her sit in it. Sometimes he joins her, other times he will sit outside the bath on the tiled floor, his hand lazily swirling in the water as he listens to her every worry and problem, wanting nothing more than to wish it all away for her.
But most specifically, Harry favours a bath for those days in particular when he wants nothing more than an excuse to spend more time with her. What with his busy schedule spiriting him away all over the world for business meetings, album recordings, concerts, and other social events, she isn't always with him. Sometimes she is, but most times he is sitting somewhere on the complete opposite side of the world from her, yearning to touch her, hold her, kiss her. It's nice when he comes home from those long trips and falls right into her arms, setting up a bath just for the two of them so they can spend the evening attempting to fill a week's worth of missing each other with sloppy kisses, stolen kisses, breathless kisses, loving kisses.
