Harry Styles Imagines

Duvet

Credits to: all-my-love-for-harry on Tumblr

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"...We should probably try out the pink scarf- "

"Harry! psstpspst, hey, follow me..."

The sun was a little too warm today, beams jumping from the shiny gates of the Buckingham Palace, where Harry was currently shooting a music video for his new song, DUVET. People were excited for the new mv, not only because it meant new music was coming sooner than later now, but more because of a special appearance in the video. After a lot of persistent from Harry and his team, y/n had agreed to appear in Harry's new music video for a song which detailed their little tender moments, that took place in the soft covers of their London bedroom. It was a peak into the cute life Harry and y/n had carefully woven in their love-nest, which they kept tucked under their duvet, safe and away from prying eyes. Harry was busy discussing his costume for the next shot with Harris, when Lambert interrupted them in a hushed voice, and asked him to follow, which left Harry confused.

"Everything okay? weren't you with y/n?" Wasn't he supposed to help y/n through her next costume change? Is everything okay?

"...everything's fine H, just follow me, there's something you gotta see"

Harry usually got nervous when it came to his y/n, and her safety because he knew she suffered from anxiety. He always tried to keep things as homely and comfortable for her as possible, he even brought a knitted throw her mum had made for their home for the video so she'd have something to comfort her. He made sure she was never caught in any situation that made her feel uncomfortable. His mind was racing with fear and panic as he quietly followed Lambert out of the tent as they made their way to the bed setup. His breathing was picking up from the fear of seeing y/n hurt, or passed out from an anxiety attack. Whenever Harry fussed over her, y/n always said "...you're such a pessimist sometimes", to which he always responded with "...just worry about m'pet a lot", which made her smother him with slobbery kisses all over his giggling face.

Despite all the worry, the sight he was met with when they approached the bed made his heart squeal, jump out of his chest, and land straight into the same duvet that y/n was under, dozing off in the warm sun like a cute little puppy. He cooed at her from where he was standing, soft cheek smushed into the pillow as the warm breeze ruffled her soft curls. Gosh, she was so precious to him, his angel. He looked at Lambert, who watched him looking at her with a smile, before leaning forward and pressing a feathery kiss to her warm cheek, whispering "m'bunny" into her ear as he brushed some stray hair which were falling onto her eyes. Maybe for someone else it might have been unprofessional, but to Harry, watching his exhausted little baby crash on their cute little set, under a dozen blankets literally made his heart grow ten sizes, making him want to pick her up and snuggle the fuck out of her, and never let go.

Small one, enjoy!