Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

Stay

He laughed, bopping your nose after you screamed bloody murder at the TV. 

"Babe, you know full well that I don't like scary movies." You yelled into his shirt when the little girl on screen started asking where the Chucky doll was again. He laughed again, bringing his hand up to tangle into the strands on your hair. Trying to help sooth away the fear of the dark living room, but it wasn't enough as you screamed again when the doll suddenly appeared on the screen

"Harry!" You finally yelled, stuffing your head behind his back to try and make you deaf so you couldn't hear anything or see anything for that matter.

 "Fine, fine, I guess I'll turn it off." He smiled turning off the tv. 

"Baby it wasn't that scary." He mumbled while he pulled you from behind his back and into his lap. 

"Don't start with that 'It's not scary' shit Harry" You mocked

"That was the scariest thing i've ever seen" Your nails dug into his maroon sweater as your eyes clamped shut in a protest to open them. After a few minutes, Harry's hands stopped running through your hair. 

"It getting late, my mum will be worried." But you still clawed at him to stay put. 

"You can't get away that easy, styles. You wanted to watch the movie, you have to stay." you began to cling onto him 

He chuckled while returning his hands into your hair in a soothing motion 

He sighed "If i have too" he smiled