Harry Styles Imagines

#84 The Best Hugger

Summary: Just a quick blurb about Harry and how good his hugs are. It's pretty cute.

THE BEST HUGGER

When Harry pulls the hat from his head, his fluffy hair splays in every direction. It almost reminds me of a troll toy's, except shorter. Him getting it cut was a change a few months back, but it still needs the amount of attention his shoulder-length hair did. With both styles it'd take finger combing throughout the day to keep it from resembling a mad man's. It was only on occasion that it got like that, but only in my presence.

A sheepish laugh leaves his mouth when he realizes my eyes are on him. His cheeks and ears are tinted pink from being out in the cold. "Don't mind it. It has a mind of its own," he says, in reference to his hair. "S'gettin' pretty cold outside too."

I nod. "I can tell."

He stumbles a bit as he toes off his boots and puts his hand on the wall to steady himself. Those boots still look brand new. They weren't his usual tan ones, but they looked similar and happened to have more insulation for wearing in colder weather. That way, he could be both warm and stylish at the same time; which is something that seems to come naturally to him anyways.

His fingers pause in the middle of undoing the buttons on his coat. "Wanna help?" He asks with a smile on his face. "You don't have to, but the offer's out there."

I'm almost surprised by how swiftly I stand up and allow my feet to carry me to him. My fingers take over from where he left off, his eyes following as they venture downwards. When I finish he he thanks me while shrugging the coat from his shoulders, and hangs it on the rack.

Only then do I realize he's wearing the sweatshirt I got him for his birthday. It had been just as cold as it is now. Winter has never owned a spot in my heart, but if it means I get to see him bundled up I can make space.

The room grows quiet. There was nothing in particular we needed to say to each other. We had long gotten to the point in our relationship where moments like this would happen on occasion. They didn't worry me though, because they weren't awkward; they were actually quite comfortable.

The older I get, the more I realize how important silence is. The sound of the heating system kicking in is what breaks the air with its initial rumble.

Without uttering a word, Harry pulls me into his body and wraps his arms around me. I'm immediately welcomed by the heat radiating from his body and the faint scent of herbaceous cologne lingering on his skin. It's an open invitation and excuse for me to nuzzle my face into his neck.

"You give the best hugs," I murmur.

"S'that right?"

"Mhmm. You're warm and snuggly. And you smell really good. And you're arms feel quite nice around me," I ramble, quietly.

He then rests his chin on top of my head. "You're full o' compliments, pet. Tryin' t'make me feel fuzzy inside?" he asks.

"S'workin' pretty well." I feel him press his lips to the top of my head.

If only this moment could last forever.

A/N

This is more of a blurb than a real imagine (you can also find this on my Tumblr @1nfinityDreamer). But either way, I hope you guys enjoyed!

Btw, I love the facial hair Harry's got going on. If he grows it out more it'll be so hot tbh.

-Nic 💗