harry styles imagines

don't blame me for falling - part 2

"this has to be the worst part."

harry grabbed your hand, sensing you were anxious about the plane landing. he looked at you with a gentle smile.

"we'll be alright."

you took a moment to examine his face. his moles and freckles, his dimples and the way his eyes were an array of colours.

"i think we might just be."

the plane hit the floor and your anxiety left your body, the relief of being in your home city took over. you grabbed your hand luggage and waited for harry to be ready to get off the plane.
walking from the plane to arrivals, you linked your arm through harry's. a few girls were stood by a security guard and screamed harry's name, taking photos and videos of him walking by. he waved to them and smiled at their excitement.
the pair of you stood by the luggage collection point and your suitcase was the first one to appear. you waited with harry for his case, almost trying to cling on to what could be the last moments you'd know him.

"you didn't tell me you had bitches."

you joked. harry smiles and blushed.

"no i didn't. but i do have a lot to tell you about myself. have you got anywhere to be tonight?"

"i was going to treat myself to a glass of wine and a bath, but if you're suggesting something else.."

"you can have wine and a bath at mine, right?"

"how forward of you."

you looked into his eyes again, trying to hold a sarcastic grin on your face but you simply melted at the sight of him.

"forgive me."

"i was joking. it's a date."

harry picked up his suitcase from the conveyor belt and held his hand out for you.

"then follow me."