Harry Styles Imagines

Happiest Birthday [4]

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As the song began, Y/n locked eyes with Harry once again. She didn't want to miss his reaction but she also did it because there was nothing that calmed her nerves more than looking at him. And Harry? Well, Harry was already a mess. He allowed some tears to spill from his eyes as he couldn't believe what was happening.

His girl, his little love has written a song just for him. He knew he was a lucky man but as she started singing he couldn't help but reminisce their moments together. He paid attention to every single word she was singing, feeling his heart grow twice its size at how much adoration he was feeling for her right now.

As the chorus came, Harry completely understood what she wanted to say as he felt it himself very early on in their relationship.

They were just seeing each other, Y/n wasn't even his girlfriend yet but Harry acted like she was. He couldn't help but follow her around like a lost puppy, taking every opportunity to spend time with her. It didn't matter what they were doing or where they going, he just wanted to be with her.

"What are you doing today, love?" He had asked over the phone. He wanted to see her but didn't want to come off too clingy as they saw each other the day before.

"I need to go to Ikea to pick up a new rug. I might've fucked mine up after trying to wash it."

"Can I go?" He didn't think twice.

"I'm afraid I'll scare you away after you find out how picky I am even to pick a rug." She joked.

"I'll be fun. Besides, I need some things for my house too." Lie. He didn't need anything, he just wanted to see her.

"Okay, pick me up in an hour."

Harry was awfully punctual and a part of him couldn't believe how fucking excited he was over going to Ikea. If his mates saw him they'd make fun of how whipped he already was. Somehow he wouldn't mind.

He let her drag him around the store, trying to find the rugs yet getting distracted every two seconds. He found the woman in front of him unbelievably adorable, not minding for even a second at how excited she'd get over a pillow she saw or how she took over twenty minutes looking closely at each rug before picking the first one she had seen.

"I have my rug, now I can help you with what you needed for your house." She smiled sweetly at him.

Harry blushed but tried to cover it with a cough. "W-well, I needed... plates?"

Two hours after, Harry walked out of the store with a set of baby blue plates, two fake plants, and a small coffee table he did not need. He didn't know it then, but he'd continue to follow Y/n around everywhere, basking on every moment they got to spend together and losing the fear to ask if he could go anywhere she needed to go.

"And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you," She sang with a little bit of attitude and Harry knew exactly what moment she was talking about.

Harry had surprised her by taking her to her favorite restaurant for dinner. It wasn't a special date or an anniversary, he just wanted to treat his girl to a nice meal, a bouquet he had picked up on the way home and enjoy each other's company.

"Hi, I'm Lucy and I'll be serving you tonight." A young, blonde woman appeared at their table. "Have you decided yet?" Now, Y/n wasn't a jealous person, at least not to the point where she couldn't stand another female close to her boyfriend, but she could swear Lucy kept only looking at Harry while talking, moving her body slightly so she would be mostly facing him.