Harry Styles Imagines

He sees you wearing his clothes for the first time

Backstory- he's famous in this one but you guys just own a flat. You guys are in a relationship, and have been for only about a couple months.
(Harry's POV)

I walked in to see a sight I never thought I wanted, but I definitely needed. It was Y/N, dancing with her headphones on, wearing my shirt which fit her like a dress. She was moving her head to the beat and just dancing like no tomorrow.

I sucked in a breath. She was beautiful. No make up on, no heels or dresses or anything else. Just...her. As I slowly set my bag down on the floor, I went over to her, waiting for her grand hair flip to be over. "Whatcha listening to?" I asked, carefully removing one side of her earphones.

She jumped a bit as my hands circled her hips. "Just some of your songs with the band. 'No control' is playing," she whispered. "No control, huh?" I asked as my hands slid up her body. "Mhm."

The next morning...

"Y/N! You're up?" I inquired as I stepped out of the bedroom. "Yeah. Figured I'd make some tea for you," she was still in the shirt. "Well, thanks. Here I'll help," I offered. "No, no sit down. I'm fine."

"Okay. But aren't you sore?" "Yeah I am, from all that dancing. Obviously." "Obviously," I agreed with a wink. "Hey Y/N, do you ever wanna... I don't know... wear more of my shirts?" "Why? Do you like it when I do?" She said as she spun around with he cups.

"I really do." I remembered last night, her hair all messy and tangled, her lips unintentionally moving along to the lyrics, her body ungracefully moving, but she was so perfect in that moment. So perfect.