Harry Styles Imagines

His mom

*you and Harry are at his moms house for a week to visit.*
You wake up with Harry's arm draped lazily over your stomach. You hear someone downstairs. You walk down the stairs to find Anne cooking breakfast.
"Good morning y/n" she smiles after she sees you.
"Morning" you give her a tired smile in return.
"The birds wake you up?" She asks with her back to you, tending to the old school coffee pot on the stove.
"Kinda. His rooms very bright." You laugh, taking a seat at the island.
"Yeah. I always meant to get him better curtains but..." she shrugs.
"Can I help with anything?" You change the subject.
"Um. I was thinking about making my blueberry muffins. Would you like to help me make them?" She turns around with a mug in her hands, gesturing you a mug. You shake your head no.
"I'd love to" you smile, standing from the stool and joining her in front of the oven. She lists the ingredients for you to grab from the fridge. You place each one on the counter as she grabs a large bowl. You turn on music as you two dance around the kitchen, happily following the recipe. After about an hour of work, you place the muffins in the oven for 30 minutes.
"So." Anne frumps.
"So?" You repeat, confused.
"Nows the time we dish all the dirt" she elaborates.
"Um. I don't really have any dirt on anyone" you hesitate.
"It's not like that. Me and Gemma usually just talk about everything. You know, what's been going on in our lives recently. So what's been going on recently. How's everything going?" She takes a seat at the island.
"Well I actually could use someone to just listen" you follow her.
"I'm all ears" she offers.
"So I get it. You know? Harry's famous or whatever, people are gonna make rumors. But like, woah. It's like people are actively trying to break us up. There are soooo many rumors everyday about how 'Harry styles caught cheating on y/n last night' or 'is there a wedding soon' or 'sources are lead to believe that y/n is pregnant. how can we be sure it's Harry's?' Like I'm not sure what sources they're getting this information from, but it is all wrong" you rant.
"I know. Some people thrive on seeing others struggle. I know it sucks. But you really do just have to ignore it. You have to trust, a lot, in public relationships. More than usual." She places her hand on yours.
"And I do trust Harry. I have no reason not to. It's just a lot" you sigh.
"You learn to ignore it." Anne coos. You nod, continuing the conversation by bringing up the things that annoy you both about him or laughing at the funny things he does without noticing.
"When do you think he'll wake up?" You ask a while later, looking up the stairs.
"Not sure. He's always been like this. But I think he finds a sort of comfort in sleeping late in his old bed. I know I do" she stands to check the oven after the timer went off.
"They're done?" You question as Anne removes them from the oven.
"Yep. Now they have to cool" she verifies. You turn around as you hear the stairs creak.
"Good morning mum" he pecks her cheek "gorgeous" he wraps his arms around your shoulders, pressing his bare chest to your back as he kisses your hair. You feel little flutters in your stomach; you smile and lay your head back to kiss his lips.
"Good morning babe" Anne says to him, offering coffee. Harry turns it down as he seats himself next to you, moving his hand to your thigh. You like that he always wants to be touching you, it's comforting.
"So what'd you two do without me" he jokes.
"Not much" you shrug, smirking at Anne knowingly.