Harry Styles Imagines

Rainy day

*long hair harry*
"I'm bored" you say, laying your hands on his chest then resting your chin there. Harry moves his hands to your hair. "Lemme do your hair!" You sit up on his hips. He laughs at you as he sighs. "Please?" You stick out your bottom lip.
"Fine" he groans, sitting up.
"Alright. Sit on the ground in front of my legs" you move your legs to hang over the edge of the bed. He moves himself to the floor, between your legs as you start combing through his long hair with your fingers.
"Oo, do a French braid" Harry requests.
"I can straighten it" you say.
"But I want a braid" he pouts.
"I don't know how" you shrug.
"I'll teach you." He says, standing to switch spots with you. You place yourself on the ground between his legs. He brushes through your hair soothingly.
"Gemma taught me when I was like 8" he tells you, satisfied.
"Ok so you need three strands but for a French braid you start with three small strands at the top." He splits your hair. He explains how to braid step by step. "You just go overtop but as you go down you grab a little bit more hair and add it to each strand til you get to the bottom then you just finish the braid." You almost fall asleep as he's explaining. He ties the hair tie around the bottom of the braid. You stand to look at your hair in the mirror.
"I think I can do that" you nod. "Shoo shoo" you wave your hands for him to sit on the floor. He does and you sit behind him. You grab a chunk of hair at the top and split it into three parts then you layer them on top of each other as you grab more hair.
"Ok" you finish, proud of the loose braid. He looks at the braid in the mirror and nods, trying not to laugh.
"So?" You ask, eager.
"Its not bad for your first time." He holds back a laugh.
"Shut up." You hit his chest as he burst out laughing. "I think it's cute" you shun your face away from him.
"I think your cute" he wraps his arms around your shoulders.
"Why wouldn't you?" You joke.
"touché" he kisses your cheek.