You usually can always tell when he's stressed because of how much huffing he does when he gets home and by today, he was clearly stressed.
He had slammed the door, grumbling under his breath as he had entered your shared bedroom, where you stood placing clothes which you had washed, back into the wardrobe (closet).
"What do you want for dinner?" You asked him, getting a shrug in response as he sat on your shared bed.
"Don't you have an idea of what you want? I can make you something or we can order a takeaway," you offered.
"I don't know," he huffed, seeming to have his focus elsewhere as he sat, deep in thought.
"Tell me what your thinking," you asked him, patting his knee as you took a seat next to him on your shared bed.
He shrugged, wrapping his arms around you, his face resting in the familiar crook of your neck.
"Nothing, I'm just not having a good day," he mumbled against your neck, his breath fanning over you at the close proximity.
"Do you want to tell me about it?" You offered.
"No," he said, shaking his curls slightly as they tickled the side of your face.
"Okay, what about if you go and take a relaxing shower or a bath." You suggested.
"No." He stated simply.
"I can run it for you," you said, wanting to be able to do something that would help.
"No because that means you getting up and leaving me sat here by myself," he argued.
"Then what do you want to do?" You asked.
"I want to sit here with you for the rest of the night." He said.
You sighed, not bothering to question him anymore about the fact that if you both sat here all night, you wouldn't get anything done, such as the dinner. But you didn't mind much, because when he practically told you he wanted your comfort, he was opening up to you, instead of walking away from you and you wouldn't deny that for a moment.
"Y/N?" He called, taking your attention away from your thoughts as you looked back at him.
"Yeah?"
"What are you thinking about?" He said, repeating a similar question to what you had asked him earlier.
"You." you admitted, seriously as a smile overtook his frown that had been etched onto his face since he got home.
"Really? Me?" He asked, surprised as one of his dimples popped out as his smile widened.
"Yeah, why do you sound so surprised by that?" You smiled, glad that he seemed more happier than before as you began to run your fingers through his hair.
"I don't know, I guess I just didn't expect to be on your mind that much." He said, a cheeky smile still evident on his face.
"Harry Styles, you are on my mind nearly all of the time. So much, that you won't ever get out." You scoffed, jokingly and he laughed.
The sound of his laugh coming out in small giggles at his new discovery.
"You make my day, every day." He smiled as he snuggled into you further.
"You make my day too." You said, quietly as you enjoyed the blissful moment as you leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead.
Harry was always special to you because of how adorable, funny, talented, incredibly thoughtful and kindhearted he was and you would treasure him for as long as you could.
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I loved writing this one! I wanted to make it as cute as I could because I thought this was something Harry might do<3
Lauren<3
