Harry Styles Imagines/Blurbs

Something with Cuddling and Being Cute

 “Do you want anything?” You’d asked with a kiss to his cheek, standing up to start off towards the concessions.

            “Nah, I’m okay.” He’d responded, shaking his damp hair out of the way.

            You’d quickly sprinted to the overhang and made your way to the food, buying only a drink before returning to your seat. You’d laughed at the sight of Harry when you got back, all wrapped up in the blanket you’d brought with only his face showing.

            “You look pitiful.” You’d giggled, making him aware that you were back. He’d looked up at you and grinned, holding the side open and wrapping his blanket cape around you as well when his arm curled around your shoulder and held you close. You snuggled in to him and held your drink up.

            “Want some?” You smiled cheekily and he lowered his head down to take a sip before playfully licking your nose, making it sticky from the soda residue.

            “Hey..” you’d laughed and wiped your face on his shirt. “Uncalled for.”

            He chuckled back before tucking the blanket down further over your heads, working to block out the cold rain.

            “Louis better know we love him after this.” he sarcastically mumbled, making you laugh again.

            “Oh, you know he does, Haz. And it’s kind of fun, don’t you think?” You smiled up at him, the edge of the blanket folding over half of your face and making your hair smush up all weird next to your cheek. He looked at you and tried to be annoyed, but failed miserably.

            “Eh, I guess so.” he drawled with an impish grin, but you knew he wouldn’t miss being there, even with the rain and cold, no matter what he said. So you’d giggled when he’d leaned down to kiss you like he didn’t care. But it didn’t last long because once you heard the announcer you’d playfully pushed him away and peered out of your cocoon, searching for the first glimpse of Louis on the field. And he’d rolled his eyes, mumbling about how you were such a fangirl, and you’d punched him in the side before correcting him with a silly kiss and shouting excitedly when Louis waved up at you.

             And really, he was just as excited and proud of Louis as you were and wasn’t really jealous— okay, wasn’t that jealous— he just liked to tease you because he loved the playful banter and your silly kisses and how you burrowed further into his chest— maybe because of his shenanigans, or maybe just because of the cold. Really, it didn’t matter as long as you did because he couldn’t think of anything more fun— especially at a cold, rainy football game with nothing better to do than cuddle you as close as he could while cheering on his best friend.