Harry Styles Imagines

Mr. Styles [2]

The elevator rang, alerting him of his arrival and snapping him out of his trance. The doors opened revealing an empty and too quiet foyer. He quietly walked out and dropped his bag beside the elevator doors, heading down into the living room to find desolated too. He expected to find Y/N on the couch with Oliver or on the mat having tummy time. However, the apartment was dead silent. Harry doesn't announce his arrival just in case Oliver or the both of them were sleeping.

It was late so it wouldn't surprise him. He slipped off his coat and threw it on the back of the couch, as he headed upstairs. Harry just craved a hot shower and a goodnight's sleep. Although he couldn't resist the temptation of seeing Y/N so dragged himself down the hall to check on Y/N.

"Y/N?" He called out softly as he stood outside her bedroom and noticed that she wasn't in bed and the bathroom door was semi-open whilst soft music played from the inside. He mentally debated for a few minutes whether he should enter and interrupt whatever activity she was carrying out. He was rather confused that he couldn't hear the water running or anything from within except the music. Harry knew he shouldn't be interrupting her in the intimacy of her bathroom but the fear of her being hurt rushed through his body like wildfire and drove him to take the plunge.

Harry pushed the door open and couldn't help feeling annoyed at himself for being stupid enough to tempt himself in this matter. He felt like his sight was playing games on him. Finding his nanny sitting completely bare in his bathtub wasn't something he planned this morning when he went out for a run.

Bubbles partially covered her, hiding her most intimate parts from his prying eyes. Y/N's back was turned his way. Her complete body was unmasked for his eyes only. Every single curve on her body looked carved by the god themselves, making it pretty hard for him to tear his eyes away from her. Her skin was completely smooth and unmarked. It seemed to be delicate enough to be harmed by his mere glaze. He was too lost for words by the lovely sight.

For the first time in a very long time, Harry found himself lost for words. He didn't want to scare her, but he knew that he couldn't continue gawking at her. Although if she offered, he wouldn't mind sitting down and quietly watch her bathe herself for hours.

"You are back" It is she who startled him. She had heard him from the moment he had entered the room. She wasn't angry or mad at him for finding her in such a compromising position. She recognized it's was her fault. With Harry's absence, Y/N had started leaving the doors semi-open just in case Oliver woke up and she had to sprint out to his bedroom. She just wasn't expecting his arrival. Y/N had thought he would be back the next morning or so. Yet that didn't mean that she wasn't happy to see him. She was elated.

"Hey" Harry cleared his throat as he leaned back against the bathroom counter and pushed the sleeves of his shirt up to his forearms. He still wasn't sure if Y/N had done this on purpose or if it had been just an accident, but he was very happy to be greeted this generous way. Y/N turned her head and looked at him over her bare shoulder and gave him a small, welcoming smile. Her face was flushed and not from embarrassment, but from the temperature of the hot water that she sat in. Harry's hands went up to his neck and began untying his tie. The room was suddenly too hot for him.

"Thank you for the flowers" They had arrived a day after they had spoken about Valeria. Harry had asked Andrew to send them out to the house with a simple I miss you written on the card. "You are quite the romantic, aren't you?" She teased. Sure, she had made lots of assumptions about his character when she had first met him, but Y/N never imagined him to be so. She couldn't complain though.

"Oh! You have no idea, Ms. Y/L/N" The flower arrangement was composed of white and blue roses. The gesture had made her heart flutter. She had placed them on her nightstand. It's the first time that anyone had ever sent her flowers. Y/N isn't used to be spoiled. Her last boyfriend was cheap and had even once refused to pay for their dinner.