“Y/N, they’re not going t’ hold onto our lunch reservations forever…” Harry let out a breath as he checked the time on his watch - You two had about twenty minutes to get to the restaurant before they gave your seats up to other customers.
“Gimme a minute!” You replied, seeing the image of Harry rolling his eyes as he waited for you downstairs. You couldn’t help that you were taking a little longer than usual! After all, this was the first time in weeks that Harry actually had time to go out for lunch, and you wanted to make sure you looked as nice as possible. Now, you were fully aware that Harry wouldn’t mind at all if you stepped out of the house wearing a potato sack - He liked you in just about anything, but you were doing this more so for yourself rather than your boyfriend. Everywhere Harry went, paps followed, so if this was going to be your first appearance with Harry in a while, you were going to make sure you looked your best.
“Y/N, love, we might as well stay home if yo-”
“Hold on, I’m here.” You scoffed playfully, padding down the stairs while checking to make sure everything was in your purse. “Alright, let’s go stuff our faces!” There was a moment of silence before Harry spoke up.
“What is this? What is this??” You raised your brows in confusion, turning around to look over your shoulder before facing Harry once again.
“What is what?”
“Your outfit!” Harry gestured to your clothes, making you look down to inspect your outfit. A pair of scuffed-up boots, skinny jeans, and one of Harry’s tops. Harry was used to seeing you wear one of his old band tees, but never one of these fancier, silky ones. The one you were wearing was the black button up with Styles embroidered on the chest pocket. “I’m wearing the blue version of tha’ shirt!”
“It’s not my fault you have a million copies of the same shirt!” You frowned, unbuttoning one of your buttons. Although, you had to admit - The two of you were certainly matching this afternoon. “Besides, you weren’t complaining about me wearing your shirt after you fucked the living lights outta-”
“Alright, alright!” Harry cut you off, his cheeks glowing slightly as he let out a small laugh. “I’m jus’ upset cos you look far better in my clothes, and they’re custom made for me!”