Harry Styles Imagines

golden

Description - a time together, in the golden,  Italian, sun, with Harry

Italy was one of those countries which you would never be able to turn your nose up at.

The ocean, the scenery, the people and don't get you started on the food. No one made a carbonara, or a four seasons pizza, quite like the Italians. You always assumed you'd been born in to the wrong country, wishing that Italy was your home country. However, with every passing year it slowly was becoming a second home and sometimes even home-home.

Your boyfriend, the masterpiece that is Harry Styles, had recently bought a house in Italy and you couldn't be more in love. He said it was an investment. A very expensive investment at that, but nonetheless beautiful. It was a rugged looking, castle styled fortress. It was so modernly authentic that there was not a single flaw about it.

It was called "Villa Styles".

You'd teased him about how narcissistic of a name it was to call the new Italian palace, but he said it fit just perfectly. It was named as if it was exclusive to the Styles family and the Styles family only, something you felt a little behind on. Walking in to the house, as a L/N, felt almost wrong and intrusive.

The house was rented out during the winter months, whilst you and Harry spent quality time with both your families. Normally it would be Christmas as the L/Ns one year and then at the Styles the next, however it had been a bit different since Robin had passed. Christmas was too much for Anne to deal with by herself and so it was always at the L/N com-pad now. Winter was no doubt a lovely time of the year, but you just could never beat the Italian summers with Harry.

Over the years you'd been blessed to travel to hundreds of new cities and countries, all because of your incredible boyfriend. He gave you so many wonderful opportunities that you feel like you're never going to be able to pay back your debt to him.

The Maldives, for your 6 month anniversary, had been a luxurious surprise, and one that you still can't believe actually happened. You'd mentioned it a few times to Harry, only when holidays came up in conversation, but never expected him to book you two a romantic getaway there. Germany, for your birthday, was one to remember - of what you could remember from it. You remember drinking a couple of beers and that's it really. The Canary Islands, for your 3 year anniversary, had been extra special. It was the first trip you'd organised, and paid for, for Harry. It had been such a peaceful vacation.

Nothing, though, compared to Italy.

If 6 years of being with Harry has let you learn anything it would be 1) treat people with kindness, 2) that you love Harry Edward Styles with every bone in your body and 3) that Italy is the most underrated, but most beautiful, country to exist. If you could permanently move to Italy you would, but unfortunately it's not feasible right now. You couldn't exactly teach your nursery kids how to count if you were over a thousand miles away from them.

Italy was golden paradise, which was exactly the reason why you were there right now.

Harry was filming a music video, for his adoring fans, to his unmatchable tune; Golden. The first time you'd heard the song you wept, and wept and wept. You thought it was revolutionary. That it was the most marvellous, most genius, song that had been written to date. It's been over a year since you'd first heard it and it was still your number one song of all time. It even outdid Fools Gold, and that was saying something.

The music video didn't really have a storyline behind it, but more that it was just going to be a visual masterpiece. It was going to be a boost of serotonin for the Harry-content-deprived fans.

You'd seen a few of the shots already and you truly believed it was going to be something special. Harry had originally wanted you in it, with him, but even after 6 years you were still crazy camera shy. You hate even Harry taking photos of you, but you bare through it because you do exactly the same to him. Any chance you got you were snapping photos of him. Your camera roll was nearly all him. Him smiling. Him gardening. Him eating. Him sleeping. Even him reading a newspaper on the loo. He was undeniably the biggest constant in your life, so it was only right to have +5,000 photos of the man.