One Direction Imagines

Harry Styles Imagine Part 1

Harry Styles Imagine Part 1

*-Harry's Point of View-*

Me and y/n decided to have a cuddle session this afternoon, since I had the entire day filled with no plans and decided to spend it with the love of my life. She is so beautiful in every way; I may sound cheesy, but her imperfections are what make her so damn perfect and beautiful in every way. I always remind her that she's beautiful everyday. Even though she finds it annoying, I don't care. I want her to know that. When she tells me to stop informing her she's beautiful because she thinks it's annoying, I think its cute the way she gets annoyed at me and scrunches her nose and pushes me away from her.

"You want some popcorn, Harry?"

"Yeah, I'd like some." I smiled at her and she returned it as I watched her make her way to the kitchen with her desiring curves that made me want her even more and her dark locks falling on her back perfectly as she bounced her way to the kitchen cabinets.

"Stop smirking at me! Your smirk is going to fall off if you keep smiling like that!" she broke me out of my thoughts, smirking at me.

"It's not my fault your so beautiful." I informed her, once again.

"Harry how many times do I have to tell you-"

"Y/n, stop. We both know who's going to win this argument, so just shut up and make me some popcorn already!" I grinned at her and stuck my tongue out at her. She blushed a little, before flashing me a toothless grin.

While she made popcorn I tuned the DVD player and set up the movie. All I needed was to press play but y/n wasn't here yet with the snacks.

"I'm Here! Quick! Press play!" she jumped next to me snuggling next to me as I wrapped my arm around her waist and kissed her softly on the tip of her nose before she faced me and flashed me her full grin while squeezing her eyes shut hard. I chuckled a bit before she asked, "what's so funny harold?" she smirked at me. Damn it she knew I HATE it when they call me Harold. It makes me sound old and I hate it.

"Stop it."

"Why? Is wittle Harold mad?" she whined. Ugh. She's not making this day any easy.

"No, you know I hate when they call me Harold. It makes me sound older than I already am ok?" I informed her.

"Harold, please baby, don't get mad at me? Harold...-"

I unwrapped my arm from her waist and threw the popcorn from her hands across the living room.

"Why'd you do that for-" before she could finish her question I pinned her down on the couch and leaned in close to her face and whispered in her ear, "Wanna say that again babe?" with a smirk playing on my lips. I stared at her, trying to read her emotions. They looked like they consisted of fear and they even looked like she was turned on! Well then...

She kept starring from my eyes to my lips since our lips were barely brushing each other before she muttered, "I-I-I...was...uumm....I was...just...erm..I was..."

I felt her warm breath brush lightly against my lips and I couldn't take it anymore. I crashed my lips against hers and started kissing her passionately. The kiss was full of power and emotion and was about to get more deep. I ran my tongue on her bottom lip but she refused, teasing me. I hate it when she does that! I groaned in our kiss in frustration and y/n just chuckled. So I snaked my arms around her back and pulled her closer to me in surprise and she gasped and that's when I made my way into her. She cupped my cheeks with her hands as we were sharing our first French kiss.

To Be Continued...

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Hey guys! Long time no see??? Haha ☺

Anyways I wanna wish you all a Merry, Merry Christmas & have a happy new year!

So what do you all think about this imagine? :) sorry I haven't updated in forever! I had family plans & a lot of bullshit going on & I had a bit of writer's block??? Idek??? :/

Anyways, comment, vote, fan etc.

ilyasm

~Steph(:*