Harry Styles Imagines

Problems Part 2

The car ride to the restaurant was silent. My mind was too crowded to fit in a conversation. 'What if I make it worse? What if we get into an argument? Was this actually a good idea?' were the constant questions running through my head. I turned to look at Harry. His eyes were focused on the road in front of us. One of his hands rested on the wheel; the other on his knee. Without even thinking, I slid my fingers between Harry's. He looked over in shock so I instantly let go and looked out the window. In a matter of seconds, I felt Harry taking my hand and resting them on the side of my seat. We haven't been this affectionate in the car for ages. Usually we'd be annoyed at each other or I'd be too 'busy' on my phone to care. A small smile slowly crept onto my face and I could feel my cheeks heat up. Once we made it to the restaurant, we walked in, still with his hand in mine. Where it was meant to be. Harry pulled out my chair, allowing me to sit down. He pushed me in before sitting down across from me. "Remember on our fourth date, I pulled the chair out to far and you fell?" Harry asked. I could hear he was nervous to bring up something so long ago. "We both laughed and everyone glared at us" I laughed. I felt like I relived the moment from just the one small memory. "I thought we were gonna get kicked out" Harry chuckled. "I mean our waiter didnt act like he liked us for the rest of the evening" I said smiling. I hadn't felt like this with Harry in what is definitely too long. It slowly turned back into silence. I wouldn't say it was awkward...out loud. We tried talking about we had been doing in the past couple days. Except from work, it was just out with friends or something. Dinner was actually ok. We didn't argue. I didn't feel mad at him once. Unusual. We made our way out the restaurant and back into the car. We were quiet again but Harry held my hand so I didn't think it was so awkward. We got home and both got ready for bed. We laid down but facing away from each other on our own sides. I started thinking of the first things I did with Harry. When we first met, our first date, first kiss, first time. A few tears ran down my cheeks and quiet sobs escaped my lips. Harry placed his hand on my arm and I looked over. "What's wrong?" he asked. Even though his face didn't show it, I could see the worry in his eyes. "Nothing" I said. "Then why are you crying?" he asked. I sat up and turned on my lamp. Harry sat up beside me. "Do you remember our first kiss?" I asked. "Of course I do. We were in my car outside of McDonald's at about 1am" he said with a smile. "Do you remember how it felt?" I asked. It took him a minute to reply. He was deep in thought. "The best kiss I've ever had, it was magical in a way" he said. I took his hand in mine and brought it close to me. "Harry, why are we fighting. What has caused us to be so cautious around each other? I've loved you from the very start and I feel no different. Those feelings haven't gone away. We're married, we decided to be with each other for the rest of our lives and that's the way I want it to be" I said truthfully. "I do too. I don't know what ever caused me to shout at you. (Y/N), I love you" he said. It had been so long since we've said these 3 words properly. "I love you too, Harry" I said. He placed his hand on my cheek and leant closer to me. His face merely inches away from mine. "May I kiss you?" he asked. "Always" I whispered back. He pressed his soft lips to mine. Finally, we were back to where we needed to be.