Harry Styles Imagines

Uni

"Harry, I'm freezing." you look up at him, shivering. You two are walking at a fairly brisk pace, mostly because Harry's long legs allow him to walk faster than normal people. Also because it is ridiculously cold. You're walking on campus at uni. Harry's visiting you for the weekend.

He looks down at you, intense green eyes staring into yours. He wraps his arm around your waist and his big hands pull you close. "It really is so cold, is it like this all the time?"

"No, it's really not, just the winter." you answer.

The street lights are dimly lit, illuminating the dark, chilly night. Christmas lights are circled around the poles. It feels like winter, and with Harry by your side, it feels like home. "Harry smiles and you continue walking to your dorm. You don't have a roommate, and you're looking forward to spending every moment of the next 48 hours alone, with Harry.

"Do you want my scarf, babe?"

You can't help but notice how the harsh winter air makes his voice more raspy than usual, and you can't deny that you love it.

Looking up at him, you nod quickly and smile as he takes the chunky cream colored scarf off.

Harry gently moves your hair out of the way and wraps the scarf around your neck, twice. You watch his face as he intently fixes the material. You watch how his eyebrows knit together in concentration, and you giggle at how he's so intent on making the scarf look perfect. You watch how is eyes move, and his lips are a rosy pink. His nose pink, too.

Harry feels your eyes on him and smiles to himself without looking up at you. He finishes fixing the scarf and quickly leaves a chaste, sweet kiss on your forehead.

He grabs your hand and you turn the corner, about 10 minutes away from your dorm. Harry's only visited once before, and god knows how he remembers the way to your dorm, buy he does.

You guys walk in a comfortable silence. You love this. Even though your teeth are chattering and you can feel the cold air infiltrating your bones; you love winter and the feeling of Harry's long fingers intertwining in yours, being comfortable enough to just walk and enjoy each others presence without having to speak. You love taking in your surroundings, and being thoughtless. You love looking down at the paved gravel walkways, at your feet. Harry's feet.

You love the way Harry's feet point in sometimes when he walks, and how they seem to shuffle over each other and drag across the rocky ground. You love the sound of your own feet dragging along with his, because you drag your feet, too. Lastly, in general, you just love Harry and all things that go along with him.

Finally you arrive at your little dorm. Harry takes your key and opens the door, looking around.

"Its a mess!" he jokes with you. You laugh and tell him to shutup, and he grabs you by the waist and pulls you close. His lips meet yours and all thought fades away, everything fades besides you and Harry.

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After an hour, (or maybe 2), of you an Harry entwined and kissing and enjoying the simple pleasure of having his lips on yours, you pull away from eachother and relax.

You're laying in your little, cozy bed, in your little, cozy dorm, with the Christmas lights strung over the walls, illuminating posters and pictures and Harry's face. "I'm hungry..you wore me out, babe." he cheekily grins at you, and you hit him lightly and laugh.

"Chinese?" you ask, though you know the answer. He smirks, and you watch his dimple grow deeper. He reaches into his pocket and gets his phone out, a picture of you two making silly faces as his lockscreen. You can't help but smile. You've missed him so much.

He goes to his contacts and finds the name of the little Chinese place a few miles over, the place you go to every time he visits.

"Hello," his slow, deep voice drags out, and you listen as he orders a number 3 with an extra eggroll, and you smile because Harry is here and you're getting Chinese food and you're really so happy to be with the one you love.

Inevitably, given 20 minutes before the food got here, you become intertwined with Harry once again, the world around you falling away.

Suddenly there's a knock on the door, and you both jump off eachother immediately. You look at eachothers messy hair and glassy eyes and laugh, and Harry gets up to get the door.

He brings back the food and you guys eat it cross legged on your bed. Harry throws a chopstick at you, and you almost choke on your noodles from laughing.

A nice, beautiful night alone with Harry. You couldn't ask for anyone better.