Harry Styles Imagines

Spinning Over You

Y/N rushes downstairs, holding her laptop to her chest. Her urgency and excitement can be noticed from miles away. He is sitting on the couch with a guitar on his lap. His leather journal sits beside him; opened in the most recent page.

A stern 'no' leaves his lips when she first asks him. He leaves no room for negotiation. He keeps his gaze down, concentrated on the lyrics of the song; that he has been trying to compose for almost a week. She remains silent and still, but he still perceives her eyes on him.

"Nu'uh" He insists after he had made the mistake of looking up at her pretty eyes. Harry's strict facade slowly vanishes into thin air. Y/N hasn't said a word yet but her eyes always speak volumes. After almost two years together, he occasionally knows what she is thinking. Even with her across the room. You can call it his superpower. It inevitably makes their relationship run smoother. He never has to guess or force an answer out of her.

"Why not?" She chews her lip. Y/N feels like she isn't asking for much.

"You know why m'love" She does actually, but she wants a better explanation.

"But it's my birthday" His girlfriend adds in hope that she can persuade him. She hates celebrating her birthday. She usually just asks for a slice of cake, a movie night, and a cuddle session from him.

He hates the months leading up to her birthday. They drive him crazy because he always strives to celebrate her birthday in the most extraordinary way possible. His only intention is to satisfy her dreams and most wanted desires that particular night. Although, it is particularly difficult when the birthday girl refuses to ask for something.

"S'not. Is it?" Harry's lopsided grin ignites the same feeling within her as when she wakes up to a quiet, sunny morning. It always brings her a sudden rush of happiness and excitement. She can't stop the smile that spreads across her complexion. "it would take a lot of work, lovie. We could get mobbed. M'not putting you through that".

Y/N shuts her laptop closed, nodding at the love of her life with a half-hearted smile. Even though she dreams of going, she wouldn't dare to put him at any risk either; especially for something as silly as attending a concert. She even feels silly for asking in the first place.

Harry reaches out of her, clapping their hands together, he pulls her down on his lap and into his arms. He can sense her disappointment from miles away. He can't ignore the heavy feeling in his chest that her discontent brings upon him. He feels like an ass, for not being able to give her such a mundane experience, especially for her birthday.

He has previously attended concerts, but before the night can ever end, they would turn into nightmares. People are always able to recognize him. Getting pushed and shoved around is something he always tries to prevent. Let's not forget about the occasional videos and pictures that the next day would surface, depriving him of keeping his private life — private.

Harry's hand makes its way to the back of her head, pulling off the loose scrunchy that keeps her hair off her face. She never goes anywhere without it. It is the only one that survived out of the bunch. Y/N had brought the pack of five, pastel color scrunchies after a disappointing day of shopping. She had lost the rest without noticing. If it isn't on her hair, the velvet, baby blue scrunchie, adorns her wrist. without it, she manages to feel naked.

Y/N places the laptop under his journal. Her eyes peek at the sloppy words, but can't make out a word. She has always been curious to know the content of his journals. It is an outspoken rule that no one is allowed to read them besides him. That doesn't mean she has never felt tempted by the small pile of them, that resides on his side of the bed. They taunt her from time to time when he isn't home. But as tempting as it can ever get, she wouldn't dream of violating his privacy.