harry styles bath

Mum taught us to be independent. As teenagers she raised us both in what was generally a happy little house. “Latch key kids”, as she called us, we came home from school before she was done with work. While it sometimes caused her maternal guilt, it was never a bad thing, and we learned to coexist as a pair for that daily window, boiling pasta and arguing over the TV remote. When she’d had a bad day, as we all do sometimes, we tried to step up where we could. Harry’s attempts at cheering her up were all the better for their youthful earnestness. a 12-year-old has seen enough romcoms to know that a thoughtful close is one who runs a bath, so thats what she’d get from time to time, with a mismatch of house-gathered candles place around the bathroom.
—  Gemma Styles on Harry
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I can’t imagine a better thing than taking a bath with harry, especially after a long day. 

You would gently undress each other, maybe he would massage your shoulders a little bit after he peels your shirt over your head. There would be candles in the room, giving the cold tile floor a warm glow and casting shadows on your skin. The tub would have already been filled, salts and oils added, a heavenly aroma diffusing to the room. Harry would run his hands down your arms, from your shoulders to grip your hands. He would lead you to the tub and stabilize you as you stepped in. He climbed in after, situating himself across from you in the large clawfoot tub. Your bodies were hidden under the slightly pink heated water by the dozens of bubbles that glittered in the candlelight. He would stretch his long legs all the way out, placing them on either side of your hips, and you would sit with your knees close to your chest. 

You would talk about your days, your weeks, or however long it had been since you had seen each other last. You would talk about the people you both surrounded yourselves with, how they made you feel, how much they meant to you, or in some cases how much they pissed you off. You both would talk about things that had been weighing on your minds,  taking the time to listen intently to the other. When Harry spoke in your deep chats, you cherished his words. You knew how evasive he could be and you loved it when he let you in. 

After a while, you would turn around to press your back against his chest. You would curl up into his chest and Harry would gently wash down your neck and shoulders and arms.The conversation would die down a bit, but as Harry washed your body he would notice tiny details. Maybe it was a scar from when you were younger that he would ask to hear the story about. Maybe he would comment on your nail polish or tell you how cute he thought the freckles dusting your body were. You would sit with each other, enjoying each other’s company, Harry stroking your arm gently, allowing the silence to be comfortable.

When you realise there are probably tons of other photos from Harry’s album photoshoot that haven’t been released:

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X “Was that fucking necessary?”

“Yes, yes it was. You know why? Because you’re boiling and I won’t have more of your self-sacrificing ass. So, suck it up and take off your clothes, you need a bath.” You put the pillow aside, watching as he clenched his lids shut, refusing to look at you.

“Move, (Y/N). I’m fine.”

 “Liar.” You pressed, shaking him a little. He had to wake up.

He huffed, rolling on the bed. “Please, I just need to sleep.” 

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Stress and A Bath - Harry Styles Imagine

Originally posted by ohstylesno


Words: 1,955

Pairing: Harry Styles & (Y/N) (Y/L/N)

Warnings: Some smut at the end, but nothing too extreme.

Requested: Yes

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She heard it, before she saw it. She was cooking in the kitchen, Harry coming in through the door. Instead of the typical start of of conversation, about something that happened in the studio, or a quick, ‘hello, darling.’, there was nothing. She heard him drop his things, like usual, but it was not just a steady drop, it was a thump, and a kick adding towards it. She heard it, before she saw it.

Several seconds, she saw his image come in, bags under his eyes, he was constantly brushing his hair back with his fingers, and squinting his eyes. She took note right away, her husband was stressed. (Y/N) turned the gas stove off, putting a lid upon the stew she made for that rainy day, wiping her hands on her pants, and instantly moving towards her husband.

She leaned against the counter next to him, while he placed his hands on it, leaning towards the black counter, just taking a breather. His wife thought of something to say, not to cause anger, or the cold-shoulder.

“What happened?” She instantly said, starting to rub his back, gently, he moved his shoulder, lightly, in order to brush her off, she moved her hand away, then.

“Nothing.” He grumbled towards her, starting to walk to the staircase. She rolled her eyes at his behaviour, taking off her apron, and placing it on that counter, following him.

“Harry, talk to me.” She said, sternly, eyeing his back, while he started to climb the birch stairs.

“I told you it’s nothing, (Y/N)” That came out harsh, she took a breather, and kept following him, faster now. She turned to the left, knowing he was heading to the bedroom.

Only inches away from him, he brushed the door close, on her face. That was it, she was now angry as well. Opening it to him, taking his clothes off, slowly.

“Harry, I don’t know what happened, but please talk to me.” She said, walking up to him, his back facing her.

She gently placed her hands on his shoulders, watching his skin twitch, him releasing a breath that he never knew he held. (Y/N) moved her hands down his bare back, gently rubbing, and massaging it. Placing her thumb into the skin, kneading it. Arms slid across his stomach over time, placing her body against his back, breathing him in.

“Just a bit stressed, love.” He simply said, she kissed his back a few times, he loosened his shoulders that he held tense.

“How about a bath, I run one for you, with some of those candles we got from our wedding, a few months back. I can come in, if you want or, just let you be.” She said, turning him, pushing his long hair back. His frown turned into a smile, not a full one, but a one that it takes awhile to find. It was hidden.

He looked down at his feet, her hands were still around his waist, he took his hands and placed them on her cheek, slightly moving one thumb.

“That’ll be nice.” He said, she smiled, walking past her half naked husband.

The missus leant down by the sink, opening the cabinets of their bathroom, and taking the candles out. The lavender ones were her favourite, taking it and placing it on the windowsill, the bath in front of it. She placed them there, opening the blinds to view the London street, the streetlamps were on, the rain coming down the window, and the night sky was a faded, but humble blue, from their townhouse window.

She lit them with the lighter, she had stored, and turned the bath on, keeping it to a warm level. The water began to come out, she tested it with her finger, and nodded, plugging the bath. She walked back to the room seeing Harry sitting on their bed, only in his boxers, and just stared at the window to his right, watching the water hit the window.

“Come on now, darling.” She said, walking up to him, taking his hand and leading him to the bathroom.

They stood facing each other, she pulled off her top, leaving her in her bra. The noise of the tap behind them as it poured out the water into the white basin. He looked at her, trying his best to keep eye contact with the eyes that he fell in love with. He watched as she pulled her leggings down, leaving both of them in their undergarments. (Y/N) picked up his hands and placed them behind her, letting him unhook her bra, he did it, watching her breasts come out of the cups. He smiled to himself, the stress slowly, but surely, beginning to go. She knew what she did to him. Her fingertips came in contact with his waistband of his boxers, she placed them down, behind them, her wedding ring grazing his soft skin on his hip. Eventually she pulled them down, and she did the same with hers.

She placed her glasses on the counter, taking her hair up into a bun, and getting into the tub, that was now full. Her back came in contact with the tub, as she put her hand up for her husband to grab on, he sat back to her. She placed her husband’s hair into a bun, loving that he grew it out, and gently massaging his back, kissing his shoulder blades. Harry began leaning back, placing his head on her shoulder, the water coming to his midline. He could feel her breasts against his back, the soft tissue, as she moved her hands to his stomach, gently playing with his tattoos, tracing them with her fingertips, letting him just relax.

“Tell me, tell me what happened.” She simply stated, rubbing his stomach lightly, giving him a small tickle.

“Just the boys, you know them. They love to fool around, talk. It just adds up, and I tell them that I have a wife now, that I can’t stay at the studio till the A.M., I’m expected home by six. But, they just ignore me, and talk about girls and all. I just want to get the work done, we are behind for the next album, because we use the studio time to do this.” He said, releasing his thoughts to her, she simply nodded, kissing his forehead, as he closed his eyes, letting her touch him.

“That’s not fair on you, hun.” She said, taking her arms and placing them, draping them, over his shoulders. He nodded, humming.

“I just want to get the album done, so I can spend more time with you. You’re not just my girlfriend anymore, you’re my wife, you expect more, and I want to give you that.” He said, still laying like that. She just nodded, listening to him speak.

They stayed like that for awhile, her listening to him ramble on about whatever was on his mind, she just listened. The silence arose an hour in, she kissed his temple, him slowly getting up, turning his body to face her.

“Hi.” He said, smiling, she could not help but smile, “Hi.” She said back, looking at his eyes.

He came closer towards her, bringing her in for a kiss, letting him move his mouth around hers, feeling the love coming from her, as he did to her. He pulled away, “I’m going to get out, come with me.” He told her, starting to stand up from the bath, helping her out, drying themselves.

He began doing his nightly routine, as well as her, both naked. She went down to the sink, placing back the candles, and took out the oils she had from their honeymoon, standing up. She walked back into the master seeing Harry standing there, looking at the mirror.

“Babe, come here.” She said, beginning to walk to him. He instantly turned around, seeing she had the oils, a smile came upon his features.

“I love those oils, they bring some memories back.” He said, giving her a smirk, as she pointed to the bed. He sat, naked, while her naked figure sat behind them, her back almost hitting the headboard of the bed. She took the jojoba oil and placed it on his back, gently placing her weight on her knees as she leant into him, placing a kiss behind his ear. He groaned a bit. (Y/N) massaged her strength in his back, taking away some of the knots that lied there. Kissing him every so often, it was when she turned to the bedside table to grab the shea butter, where she was pulled away from it, her back hitting the mattress.

He towered over her, kissing her neck gently, at first, and then began sucking her neck, moving to her jawline. She moaned his name, her hands coming behind him, hitting his lower back, as he placed a hand on her breast, and the other went to her hip, balancing himself out. He eventually placed his lips on hers, making himself the dominate one. She allowed, after all, she caused it, and he had a hard day.

He took over her mouth, fighting for dominance when she opened her mouth, but like always he won, exploring her mouth as his erection grew.

“No teasing, I just want love.” She said to him, as he reached over her to his side of the bed, towards his side table to grab a condom from inside the drawer, ripping it with his mouth as he straddle her, she just watched, trying not to stare at his boner. He slid it on, and went back kissing her.

“Ready, love.” He said, taking his lips off of hers once again, looking in her eyes. She nodded, relaxing her body, allowing him to take over. She felt him slid in, after the six years they have been together, and the few months of marriage, she is still not use to him. Taking a breather from his size, and nodding when to go.

They moved in sync, it was not a fuck, this was pure love making, the pace was slow, but fast, trying to feel everything of the other. She placed her hands on his bare butt, squeezing it once in awhile. He placed his hands above her, their eyes were both close, but sometimes open, kisses were shared, but they just felt it all. But of them groaning and moaning, saying each other’s name, every so often.

He picked up the speed, her noticing the same feeling in her stomach, as she tightened her grip.

“I’m about to come, H.” She said, almost whispering, but it was pure of sweetness, he nodded, her picking up upon the sweat on his forehead.

“Me too.” He grunted, putting his hands on her hips, as she placed one on his hip, and they other on his cheek, gently moaning his name.

Both of them came to their highs, him falling on top of her, placing his head on her breasts, as she rubbed the back of his neck, he was still inside her, but she just loved the feeling of him being so close.

“Thank you.” He mumbled, kissing the side of her breast. She nodded, kissing his head multiple times.

He pulled out taking the condom off of his dick, and throwing it in the trashcan next to the bed, pulling himself into her.

“I love you, I love you so fucking much. I hope you know that.” He told her, bringing himself closer to her.

“I love you too, gorgeous.” She simply said, turning the lamp off next to her, and falling asleep, holding Harry.


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Lush Is Sending Harry Styles 100 Bath Bombs Because He's a Sex Bomb, Obviously
When Harry Styles started teasing his highly anticipated Harry Styles album back in March and April, people understandably were buzzing about the music, but
By Hedy Phillips

This bestselling bath bomb would take anyone’s bathing routine to the next level, what with its superromantic vibes. Lush’s description of it says it all: “Scintillating jasmine, clary sage, and ylang ylang are powerful aphrodisiacs, and soy milk softens up your entire body.” Needless to say, this massive supply that Harry’s about to receive will keep him relaxed and soft-skinned for quite some time.

13th of May: giving no fcks whatsoever
  • Me: Hiya, I have quite the random question and was wondering if you maybe could help me out?
  • LUSH person: Sure! Give it a try!
  • Me: I am looking for a bath bomb that looks like Harry Styles' bath
  • LUSH person: Alrightttttt. I haven't seen his bath so do you have a picture?
  • Me: Sure!
  • (shows picture)
  • LUSH person: Oh wow! This looks really cool!
  • (explains that it's not his actual bath but the album cover)
  • LUSH person: Did they say which bath bomb they used?
  • Me: I don't think so?
  • Another LUSH person: Well, the shop is empty so we could do some experimenting!
  • (all go over to the little tub and try a few different bath bombs; find a great combination)
  • LUSH person: Well I have to be honest with you, this was definitely the most fun moment of my day so far!
  • Me: Yeah?! I am happy that I could bring some fun in to your day of work
  • LUSH person: YEAH! This gave me the opportunity to do some experimenting and try some fun stuff out.
  • All the LUSH persons: Enjoy your HARRY BATH!