Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

He's stressed

You laid down in bed, watching Spongebob, your favorite show.

Harry should be home any minute now from work.

Speaking of Harry....

That's when you heard some noise from downstairs.

You immediately smiled, knowing it was him.

God you missed him so much, you couldn't wait for him to walk into the room so you could tackle him with hugs and kisses.

The door of the bedroom opened, revealing a tired looking Harry.

He walked slowly into the room, his head hanging down.

He got rid of his clothes right away and got into bed.

He automatically pulled you close to him, holding you in his strong arms.

"I missed you so much" he yawned.

You ran your small hands through his hair, tugging slightly from time to time, knowing he loves when you do that.

"Whats wrong babe?" You asked him.

His grip on you tightened.

You calling him babe seemed to have an effect on him that he loved.

"Just such a busy and stressful day at work. The management would not get off my back today. It's like everything I did, was wrong. All I kept thinking at work was 'i just want to get home to Y/N', " he explained.

You smiled.

"Well I missed you a heck of a ton as well" you admitted.

"Really?" He asked, his head buried in your neck.

"Of course....we're just crazy for each other" you smiled brightly.

"True....because I know damn well I'm crazy for you" he agreed.