I love him H.S imagines

angel [@sleepwalkingstyles]

This is the last entry for my imagine competition! Thank you for every single person who entered I had a lot of fun reading them :)

This girl right here wrote basically an entire novel and it is just so so good. The storyline is amazing and I just loved it. I really hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed reading it.

Make sure to check out sleepwalkingstyles own imagine book if you enjoyed this because her work is soo good 🤍

Synopsis - harry is a ruthless gang leader and you, his girlfriend, gets kidnapped

Looking back, it was hard to remember a time by when you weren't looking over your shoulder every five minutes.

Becoming the girlfriend to the notorious Harry Styles, otherwise known as 'Smoke', came with its ups and its downs. It was hard to tell which category outweighed the other though.

Ups; well let's see. Harry was the kindest gentleman to you. Harry always put you and your safety first. Harry liked you a lot, and the feelings were very much mutual. Harry showered you with gifts beyond want or need. He was just everything you'd want in a normal boyfriend, but Harry was anything but normal.

To many, he was a force not to be reckoned with - the man your parents warned you about as a child. However, to you. Well, to you he was just Harry. He was this kind and compassionate man, who was an angel by definition in your eyes. He was your saviour, for many reasons, emotionally and physically, and he would hold that responsibility up until his ends of time.

Your boyfriend was King of London - well, not literally. His underground name, 'Smoke', was a name feared by many. 'Smoke' represented danger and fire. It represented the most feared gang in all of England, possibly even the UK. It was a name given to Harry because of his smoking addiction and the fact he lived in The Big Smoke; London. You see, if you hear 'Smoke', you run away, only you ran towards.
So there's no point in explaining the downs of being in this relationship, because they seem pretty self explanatory.

"Angel, i've got to go do something. I'll be back as soon as possible. Okay?" You felt Harry lean over you, from where you were laying on Harry's bed. Since being with Harry and finding out about all of this, you completely understood why Harry wanted you in the safety of his house and his room and his bed. Hell, you even felt safer.
It was nice to have him close.

Most nights he would be cuddled right up against your side, spooning you tightly. His black silk sheets were a poor excuse for a cover up, but they sure as hell made up for it when Harry would love on you. The feelings of the soft and dreamy material on your bare back, or gripped between your fingers, where he would fuck you until he was assured you wouldn't walk the next day, was so celestial - you could relish in the feeling for years.

"Angel, did you hear me?" Harry asked again, stroking your soft cheek so gently it barely could be felt.

"Mhm." You lazily nodded. Harry often slipped away in the night or early morning like this, so it was no surprise to you. Harry liked you knowing his whereabouts so you didn't over worry - like you often did. You appreciated it and rarely asked questions about his dirty work.

Today, however, you were a little curious.

"What are you doing?" You asked, softly as your morning voice broke through the silence. He was still near the side of your bed, probably enjoying watching you so beautifully laid down.

He huffed a large sigh before answering, letting you know he was reluctant in speaking about his gang-related business. "I have some things to do with Lara." He answered quietly, probably because he didn't really want you hearing it.
Lara. Bane of your existence.