Harry Styles Imagines

Assistance [2]

In continuation....

When you walk out you find Harry in the living room and he has opened another bottle of wine, two glasses sitting on the coffee table as he is filling them up when you walk out.

"Do you want to watch a movie maybe?" he asks smiling warmly and your heart is somersaulting in your chest from just being around him in such a cozy, everyday setting.

"Uh, yeah, sure," you nod, sitting down to the couch with some distance between the two of you. Harry hands you a glass and then grabs the remote to find something to watch.

He puts on something he found on Netflix and you try your best to focus on the movie, but your thoughts just get louder and louder and you try to numb them with the wine, but that's actually the worst thing you could do.

Thirty minutes into the film and you feel the familiar buzzing feeling you get when you've had a few drinks on a night out. Only that now you're not in a bar but sitting on your boss' couch.

When you finally get yourself to actually pay attention to the movie, you realize that an intense sex scene is playing, the woman on the screen moaning explicitly as the man first eats her out and then fucks her good. You feel your whole body setting on fire, cheeks heating up as you keep your gaze glued to the screen, too afraid to look in Harry's direction on the other end of the couch.

Clearing your throat you grab your glass and chug down the rest of the wine that's left in it, the couple on the screen still going at it when you hear Harry's soft chuckle and you finally dare to look his way.

"What?" you ask, like a reindeer caught in headlights. He shakes his head smirking as he leans forward and grabs his own glass, sipping on it comfortably, not at all in a rush like you just did.

"It's just amusing how nervous you got over a sex scene."

Your mind fixates on how the word sexrolled down his tongue and what it did to your body. Your thoughts quickly wander to places they shouldn't go when it comes to your boss. But the way he is comfortable sprawled out on the couch, looking at you with hazy eyes, a lazy grin on his lips. You can't help but think about what he would look like if he was shirtless, you know he has quite a few tattoos even though he is great at keeping most of them hidden when he is working. A few months ago you went to Spain with him and had an afternoon free from business. The two of you decided to go to the beach and that was the first and so far only time you've seen him shirtless. You definitely needed a few moments to compose your thoughts before you could look him in the eyes.

Now the image of his naked chest has resurfaced in your mind and the heated sex scene playing on the TV is definitely not helping your case.

"I'm not nervous," you clear your throat, moving around a bit until you settle in a pose, legs crossed to ease the throbbing between your thighs. God, you feel like a teenager again!

"You are, you've tugged your hair behind your ears five times in the past thirty seconds and your foot is shaking like crazy. You are nervous," he points out and suddenly you're aware of your hidden actions, your hand caught in movement as you were just about to tug your hair again, but you quickly drop it and push it between your thighs.

"You know an awful lot about what I do when I'm nervous," you mumble under your breath, your heartbeat quickening.

"I know you, Y/N."

"Or you just think you do," you defy, though you're not as confident as you'd have wanted.

"Oh, really?" he chuckles amused. Reaching for the remote he stops the movie as you turn to face each other on the two ends of the couch. "I think I know you well. I know exactly what makes you nervous or angry or so happy that you almost jump out of your favorite red heels."

Squaring your shoulders you narrow your eyes at him slightly, trying your best to look intimidating, but judging from the look on his face, it's not working.

"This movie didn't make me nervous," you state and it's more or less the truth. You wouldn't have had any problems with the movie if you weren't watching it with Harry.

"Is that so?" he arches an eyebrow.

"And you have no idea what makes me nervous."

"I feel like this is a challenge," he smirks, cocking his head to the side. "You think I can't make you nervous?" Not trusting yourself with your voice you can only nod at his words. "Okay, we'll see that."

He starts the movie again, as if the conversation was over even though it's as open and full of questions as it could get. What did he mean by that? Is he going to bring it up again? Does he know that he already made me nervous just by saying that?

You manage to finish the movie and forget about the little chat you had. The snow is now falling a lot less heavy than before, but it will take time to clear the roads enough for you to head home so you accept the fact that you're spending the night. You make a quick call to your neighbor in case she notices that you're not home, she can get a bit worried sometimes, you're two women living alone, it's evident you're watching out for each other.

"Everything alright?" Harry asks when you join him in the kitchen after calling Stephanie.

"Yeah, just told my neighbor that I'm not going home. She would have freaked out if she found out I wasn't home," you chuckle softly. Harry places a glass of water in front of you without even asking, one in his hand also. You can use the hydration after all the wine you've consumed today.

"You guys watch out for each other?" he asks, leaning against the counter next to you.

"Yeah, it's nice to have someone you can rely on close."

"That's great. I always worry about you," he confesses and a shiver runs down your spine.

"You do?"

"Of course," he nods, his gaze flickering down at your hand gripping the glass before back to your eyes. "You're a beautiful young woman living alone and you meet men off the internet, which is definitely not a safe choice."

"How do you know I do that?" you narrow your eyes at him.

"People talk in the office," he chuckles, inching a bit closer and you realize how close he is standing to you now and it hits you that he just called you beautiful.

"And they talk about my dating life?" you ask, swallowing nervously. It's obvious Harry knows that he got you just how he wanted and that he is doing this because of your conversation earlier, but the way he is still inching closer stops you from even questioning his motives.

"Sometimes," he hums, placing his water to the counter and he takes yours from your hands as well. "I've heard you had a few disastrous dates lately."

"That's unfortunately right."

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