HARRY STYLES - IMAGINES

Of crop-tops and burned Potatoes HS

(Obi-Wan voice) Hello there! it's been a bloody long time again, but I've been quite busy with my life and...on Tumblr...yk, casually wasting my young years. (with yes, writing. big surprise.)

None the less, this was a request. It took me AGES to write those few words and honestly...is it what you wanted? I don?t know. But it's fluff! And it's positive masculinity bc we need that. natasha_2030 dear, don't take it personally please, I just cant seem to write for him lately...I don't know. 

I listened to...Fly To My Room by BTS whilst writing this!! I'd recommend you give it a few seconds of your attention, even if you don't really like them (BTS), I promise its a sweet song! Listen now, judge late lol ;) 

(I would also like to casually announce that my requests are closed till further notice...I don't want to let ppl wait anymore, it seems just rude.) 

Anyhow, sorry for the long intro, I hope you can still somehow enjoy this fluff-dumpster of words and no real plot (wow I'm such a ray of SUNSHINE today). With much love and low energy levels, Nica <3 

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"Do y'think I could pull that off?" Harry asked, leaning over towards you, the screen of his phone facing you.

"A crop-top?" he nodded, a slight blush on his cheeks. A small smile made itself present on your face. "Oh sure. How could you not?" he just shrugged, looking at the piece of clothing for a bit longer. "Ye know, I thought...maybe for the music video?" you rose an eyebrow at him. "Golden? Yeah, I think I'd like that."

He snapped around, almost looking surprised. "For real?" you gave him a wide grin and nodded again, pulling the phone closer to you again. "Let me have another look."

It took Harry and you one hour and three minutes to choose a bunch (twelve in total) of crop tops Harry considered appropriate. You had spent that time cuddled into his side, head resting against his chest, listening to every satisfied hum whenever he found a top he liked. Sometimes he would pause and let his finger hover over one, waiting for your hum of approval or attempted shake of head. He wouldn't immediately neglect the item if you didn't express your liking towards it, but rather contemplate for another second before adding it to the chart anyways or scrolling past.

It was almost therapeutic, watching him choose clothes, silence surrounded the two of you, only the noises of the traffic from outside and soft music from the sound surround system was to be heard. Harry scrolled, paused, you hummed, the shopping chart was filing itself and Harry continued to scroll.

You ended up with a yellow one with flowers, one in green and black, one with blue butterfly print on light grey fabric, one with a hideous grandma print – Harry loved it and you...well you didn't – another yellow one, one with red and greenish stripes and lilac elements, a black one with white polka dots and a bunch of monochrome coloured ones. Harry  gave the items a last firm glance before deciding to order them.

"It would be more fun shopping them tho." He pouted, right after switching his phone off and stretching his back. "I know. But Miss Rona is not letting that happen any time soon." You just sighed, sitting up so he could fully stretch himself.

"Pardon my French, but lockdown fuckin sucks." Harry sighed deeply again, giving you a half grin. "I wanna go crop top shopping, dammit."
You just laughed, shaking your head. "Sorry. You'll have to wait for them, or so it seems. did you chose same-day delivery?" he nodded in a matter of factly. "Sure have. Anything else is a waste of time these days."

You simply nodded, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "You could text Jeff about your outfit of choice. Or at least, your idea with the crop-top" Harry nodded slowly, reaching out for you as he leaned back. "I actually could. C'mere..."

Phone in one hand, he managed to catch your hand and pull you towards him and into his chest. With a lazy huff he let himself drop backwards against the armrest of the couch, securing you quickly on top of his chest.

"So clingy." You whined in fake annoyance, right before immediately snuggling into his embrace deeper. "Yep. I gotta call Jeff now, shush, sweets."

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Since the call took too long for you to not get bored, you spontaneously decided you'd rather make some food. Not primarily because you actually were hungry, more because you knew nothing else to do and food was always a good idea. 

Having the speakers blast "Lotto" by EXO whilst trying to roast potatoes however seemed like a bad idea. The song was an bop, undoubtedly, and it made you dance through the kitchen. Not that you were an ace at dancing, but who was watching, right? The only problem was, that you were really bad at doing something else than dancing whilst dancing, hence roasting potatoes in oil presented itself to be quite the challenge. Soon, the task of scratching half burned pieces of potato off the bottom of the pan demanded your full attention and you almost started to regret wanting to cook something. Who knew potatoes could be such bitches when burned.

It even occupied your mind to the extend where you didn't even realised how Harry ended the call and carefully stepped behind you.

"If you want to roast the potatoes like this, you'll have to add more oil." Harry muttered, a tad too close to your ear. With a yelp you jumped back, hitting his chest in the process before causing him to stumble back towards and bumping against the counter behind him.

"Jesus Christ! Harry don't sneak up on me like that!"

He rubbed his back with a pout, scrunching his nose slightly. "Yeh, sorry. Heavens, darling, why so jumpy?" you shrugged, pointing at him with your spatula.

"I don't know. Maybe because I'm occupied with my  poor potatoes that are all sticking to the pan burnt, yet still raw. How is that even possible?"

Harry chuckled, taking the spatula from your hands to have a look himself. "More oil, I'd say." With a deep sigh you stepped aside, leaning against the stove. "Or we just order food, how about that?" Harry huffed, shaking his head.

"No. I still have faith in your potatoes." You snorted at that. "You're the only one then, Harry. I've given up." He simply gave you a playful nudge.
"That's only because your patience runs shorter than the crop tops we ordered." You crossed your arms over your chest, giving him a challenging look. "Well it would be more fun ordering food, I'd say." You repeated his own words back at him and Harry obviously noticed immediately. "Are you mocking me?" your answer consisted of an innocent smile as you wrapped your arms around his lower half.

"Never. How could I even laugh at you." he simply narrowed his eyes. "If you keep this up, I'm not gonna lend my crop tops to you." the look of ultimate betrayal on your face cracked Harry up and he reached forwards to catch you again. You twirled out of his reach quickly, shaking your head.

"Now pardon my French, but you don't even have to try and pull that stunt now. Damn." Harry rolled his eyes playfully. "We all mess up sometimes. Look at the potatoes, they are a wonderful example." You narrowed your eyes at him. "What's wrong with my potatoes all of a sudden?" he just groaned.

"At least I didn't order a crop top with print: grandma-curtains of the late 70ties, Mister." Harry almost dropped the spatula.

"Now excuse me?"

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I hope you enjoyed reading this! have a nice day and stay healthy.