Straddling his waist as he scrolls through Twitter on his phone, you want to get his attention. "Baby..." you say softly, reaching out and running a finger though his curls. His eyes looked up from his phone as he smirked, keeping his phone positioned in front of his face. "Can I help you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yes you can," you smirked back at him, grabbing his phone and tossing it to the side, leaning forwards and pressing your chest on his. Your lips found his, and your eyes fluttered shut. His arms found their way around you, pulling you even closer to him. Twitter was forgotten, and you were back in Harry's focus.
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Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences
FanfictionImagines and Preferences about the one and only Harold Styles as you may have worked out from the title oopsssssssssss Feel free to check out my other 5 books of one direction imagines and preferences ;p
