Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

You Braid His Hair

The rain relentlessly pounded on the rooftops providing your quiet bedroom with the monotonous sound of raindrops hitting against your house. Outside it was bleak and dreary; lifeless even, but the inside of your house juxtaposed the outside completely. Inside was warm and cozy; full of life. With the heat cranked up high to keep the comfortable atmosphere going you and Harry were at peace. Harry was sitting in between your legs on the floor while your fingers raked through his thick locks.

"What are you doing?" He said softly, his voice blending in with the peaceful pitter patter of raindrops. You could sense that a smile was present on his face as he spoke.

"You'll see," you replied as your fingers continued to rake through his hair. You began to separate some of his hair into three separate pieces and you then began to braid them.

Harry pressed his back up against you as he closed his eyes. You continued to braid his hair and when you finished you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Okay you can look now," you announced, feeling proud with your hair braiding skills. Harry pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened the camera so he could see what you did.

When he saw the braids he let out a small chuckle before getting up from in between your legs. He leaned down to pick you up and he placed you on top of the bed where he pinned you down and peppered your face with kisses.

"You look so pretty Harry," you said with a laugh. He smiled before pressing longer kisses to your cheeks, jawline and forehead. He lied down on top of you while his kisses trailed down your jaw and onto your neck.

You smiled widely while wrapping your arms around his neck. He rested his forehead against yours and pressed a final kiss to your nose.

"I love you," he said softly.

"And I love you," you replied while Harry leaned down and buried his face in the crook of your neck.