Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

Backstage Cuddles (H.S)

* Y/N stands for your name *

The boys were getting ready to go on stage and Harry wanted one last cuddle before he had to go.

He pulled me towards the little sofa in the middle of the backstage room.

"Sit," he ordered, pointing to the sofa.

"I'm not a dog Harry," I scoffed, as I sat.

"I'm sorry baby. Please take a seat," he corrected himself.

I smiled at his second try and held out my arms for him.

He came to me willingly, curling his legs up and laying his head in my lap.

I ran my hands through his hair, the curls tangling around my fingers.

He sighed with content and closed his eyes, as he relaxed.

I trailed my hand down, from his hair to his forehead.

I traced his eyebrows with my fingers and he moved them, wiggling them up and making me giggle.

He grinned.

His dimples appeared beside his lips and I poke each one with my fingers.

He turns his head this way and that, trying to get me to stop.

I touch each corner of his pouted lips and pull them up into a smile.

"You're a loser Y/N," he grumbles, pushing my hands off his face.

I touch his side and give him a shove, making him fall to the floor in a heap.

"You're the loser," I laughed. "And you're also a shitty kisser!"

I stick my tongue out at him, my eyes closing and scrunching up.

I don't hear him get up but when I open my eyes, his face is inches from mine.

He smirks as I gasp in shock, and he slams his lips against mine.

His hands grab at my legs, lifting me up onto his body and I cling onto him.

He groans against my lips, as he switches positions and pulls me into his lap.

He sits with me straddling him, his fingers digging into my hips.

My hands cradle his face, my fingers tangling in his hair and he sighs happily.

He pulls back, leaving me breathless.

"Now whose a shitty kisser?" he asks, smiling smugly.

He sits back, his arms lying on the back of the couch.

He smirks and I shrug.

"Still you," I tease him.

He glares at me, his smug look disappearing and I jump up, running away from him.

He grabs for me but misses and I giggle as I race away.

He comes bounding after me and I squeal.

"Harry, we're ready. Are you - "

Niall comes into the room, calling to Harry but stops when he sees the pair of us.

He looks at us confused and I try to race around him.

"Grab her Niall!" Harry shouts.

As I come full circle, Niall's arm darts out and grabs me.

"No!" I squeal. "Let go!"

Niall laughs loudly as Harry comes to a stop before us and he passes me to him.

"You crazy fuckers!" Niall chuckles as he leaves the room.

Harry's arms wrap around my waist and he lifts me, spinning me around.

I scream and laugh, kicking my legs and pulling at his arms.

"Put me down," I beg.

He chuckles deep in my ear.

He puts me down to my feet, spinning me around to his and his lips crush against mine.

"I need to go baby," he groans against my lips.

Feeling breathless once again, I nod.

His hands cup my cheeks and he kisses the tip of my nose.

"See you later baby," he said, winking as he left.