Harry Styles Oneshots

Sing With Me

"This is such a mess.", You say as your hands rummage through a box of what looks like old...cassettes?

You and Harry Styles, your boyfriend had made up your mind finally taking time on an easy Sunday morning to clear out the dusty attic in your house. Harry was taking out the cardboard boxes one by one and setting it in front of you. You were sitting down, legs splayed across the wooden floor. Sunlight streaked in through the windows that you had opened up to let fresh air in, casting a bright golden light across the room.

"I know, baby. But we got to do this.", he says, knowing that you hated cleaning.

"Why can't we just let it be. Everything is fine. Look at this cute little bear. He didn't want to be disturbed, did he?", you say picking up a stuffed brown teddy bear from another box.

"Mr. Bear is filthy as heck. He does, so badly, want to be cleaned."

"Ugh!", you let your head fall back onto the ground, your hands comin up to cover your face, throwing the stuffed bear next to you. You hear Harry laugh a little. He walks over and settles himself beside you. When you take your hands away from your face, you see those painfully beautiful green eyes looking at you. A broad smile growing by the second tugs at the corners of his mouth.

"What?", you ask, "Why are you smiling at me like that?"

"Nothing. Just... you're cute when you're angry"

"Styles, don't try flirting with me to get this dump clean."

"No I mean it.", he says, stretching his arms to reach you hip with one hand and moving your hair out of your face with the other. He leans down to feel you lips with his, when your hands find his soft brown locks streaked golden from the sun.

"Ok, now we really got to go through this stuff.", he says pulling away.

"No. I quiet liked you on me.", you said pouting.

"Did you now?", he says, smirking. You pick up the bear lying next to you and throw it at him.

"Hey!", he says laughing. "Cheater. I don't have anything!"

You laugh, not caring.

"Ok look I'll make you a deal.", Harry tries. "We can go out for ice cream, if we finish this quickly. How 'bout that?"

"Seems fair, I guess." Shaking his head, he gets up, smiling, before planting a kiss on your temple. He pulls you up with him.

Several carboard boxes were checked and a huge pile of things you didn't need was made. Harry made sure to check if you had gone through everything properly. You too worked, even if you didn't like it, both of you humming a tune occasionally or cracking a joke as you laughed. Finally, only one corner was left out.

"Hey check this out.", you said, bending down to inspect a machine with buttons and a mic. "Omg!, its a karaoke machine!", you exclaimed excitedly.

'Don't get too excited now. Its pretty old, we might have to give her away."

"Absolutely not, Harold. We got to fix her up."

"Seriously? You want to fix an old karaoke machine. "

"Uh-uh. My dad taught me well how to fix a machine. Besides why would you throw away such a beautiful one?"

"Ok fine. But only because I want to hear you sing."

"Haha, very funny. I'm going to do no such thing. My voice sucks."

"We'll see."

A few minutes later, after struggling with screws and what not you finally got it to work. And Harry got very excited. While you sat on one of the boxes, Harry sang loudly with a insanely good voice that always made you wonder if its actually real. When he gestured for you to come towards him, you hopped down from the box and waddled into his stretched out arms. You laughed as he screamed-

"I SAID, CAN YOU GIVE IT BACK TO ME. SHE SAID NEVER IN YOUR WILDEST DREAMS. SING WITH ME." He said pointing the mic towards you. When you refused he said, breathlessly, "BUT YOU HAVE TO! ITS ICONIC."

"My voice sucks, though. I'm not singing. No ways!", you revolted. But when the next part came you couldn't contain your excitement anymore, so you sung along too giving it everything you could. "AND WE DANCED ALL NIGHT TO THE BEST SONG EVER, WE KNEW EVERY LINE NOW I CANT REMEMBER HOW IT GOES BUT I KNOW THAT I WONT FORGET HER..."

Your voices echoed through the walls, filling your heads with music as I Harry spun you round and round. After a whole lot of dancing and yelling through the top of your lungs. Both of you landed on the floor in an absolute fit of sweat and giggles, your limbs tangled together. He leaned again to kiss you, laughing and you kissed him back.

"Your voice, my baby, is absolutely beautiful.", he whispered into your ears, still holding you close.

"Yours is ok too, I guess. Although it makes me want to kiss you forever.", you said, trying to contain yourself. He smirked, knowing that his singing voice turned you on very much, before you landed on him, connecting your lips again.