Harry Styles x Reader One-Shots

The Best Kind Of Night

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: After a long day filled with meetings and overbearing reminders of deadlines, Harry's in need of a little time with his girl.

Warning(s): Stressed out H, a spa night, mentions of nudity (nothing explicit or sexual), and innuendo to some sexy time (but nothing to dramatic), fluff, not edited (i JUST had people beta read a piece for me and I don't wanna bother them lmao)

A/N: this was a piece that an anon requested on my tumblr, but i figured i'd post it here too!! so i hope everyone enjoys :)))

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When he was sixteen, he never thought that being a singer could be this hard. In his head it was simple: write songs, record the songs, go on tour. And when he was in a band, it still kind of seemed like that, especially because he had other boys to help him do everything.

But now he realizes that it's a lot harder than he thought at sixteen, and sometimes he feels like it's near impossible to do it on his own.

Every single day it's "Harry, I need you to approve this" or "Harry, you need to redo this" or "Harry, there's something that requires your immediate attention." Sometimes it almost feels like it's too much. There's only so much he can handle before his brain feels on the verge of bursting at the seams with all the things that he has to do.

On days like today, where it was meeting after meeting, he's drained. At the end of the day all he wants to do is go home and spend time with the love of his life. He wants to ask about her day and have her ramble on for as long as she wants about all the little things that made her day enjoyable.

That's what he's looking forward to when Jeff stops him and tells him that there's yet another emergency meeting that Harry has to attend. He barely stops himself from audibly groaning about the prospect of having to sit through another meeting when he could be at home with his girl. The last thing that he wants right now is to go sit at a table with a bunch of people he sees once a week and do absolutely nothing but sign a paper or two. But he's not really in the mood to push it off and then have Jeff mad at him, so he follows him to the conference room and takes his seat.

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She can tell that he's had a long day the moment that he walks through the door without his usual pep. Normally, there's a smile on his face, albeit a tired one, and a twinkle in his eyes. Tonight, though, none of that's there. It's just a blank face, almost like he's not entirely present.

"Hey, honey. Welcome home." She greets as she pads over to where he's kicking off his shoes.

"Hey, baby." He mumbles. He sounds exhausted and she knows that he's going to need some loving tonight so that he doesn't go to bed upset about today.

"Wanna tell me about work?" She tries to gauge what exactly caused him to be like this. She knows that it has to be something to do with the business part of his musical career, but she needs to know exactly what's gotten him to this point so that she'll know what to do to fix it.

"Just meetings and Jeff badgering me about getting things done." Before he can even finish the entire sentence, she has her arms wrapped around him.

She knows exactly what he needs to get his mind off of the stress and aggravation that's weighing him down. Fortunately, it had been a while since he had paid enough attention to the details of his appearance to give himself a spa day, so she has enough room to give him the entire experience.