Harry Styles Imagines

Sharpies

Your eyes are closed as your head rests on Harry's chest, perfectly content as you breathe in rhythm with him. You guys were watching a movie on tv, but Harry fell asleep about 30 minutes ago, and to be honest, you weren't that interested in the movie. You've just been laying and thinking as his chest rises up and down against your cheek. You cuddle up real close to his warm body, the cold winter air creeping through his flat making you shiver.

You try to fall asleep, but you just can't. After a while, you decide to do something. You hastily try to slither out of Harry's bed, and succeed. A triumphant smile spreads across your face. You're in a...playful mood.

You go to his desk and slowly open the first drawer, which held pens, markers, stationary stuff. You quietly sift through the utensils until you find a big black Sharpie marker. You grab it and out of habit shut the drawer without thinking. It really didn't make that loud of a sound, but being the only sound in the flat is Harry's breathing, it was pretty loud. "Shit," you whisper as you flinch, turning around to see if Harry woke up.

Thankfully, he was still beautifully asleep. You sigh with relief and tiptoe back to the bed, slipping in and flinching every time the mattress squeaked. You uncap the sharpie and and can't help but smile like a little kid.

You place the tip of the marker above the left side of his lip, swirling it until you made a dorky little mustache. His nose twitches and you instantly draw your hands back, holding them in. He stirs a bit, but remains asleep. You cover your mouth to keep from laughing, half feeling bad because he looks so innocent in his sleep.

Next, you fill in the space between his brows and make some inhuman noises while stifling giggles. You're about to draw something on his forehead, but he intakes a sharp breath and his eyes flicker open.

Harry sees you, leaning over him and his green eyes go wide. He leans up and you start cracking up, about to cry because he looks so ridiculous.

He rubs his eyes and then looks at you, "WHAT are you doing?!" he confusedly asks you.

"Nothing," you choke out as tears begin to fall from your eyes.

He starts to laugh too, which makes you laugh harder because he's so oblivious to what youve done.

"Why are you laughing?" he smiles at you.

"Look in the mirror."

He gives you a weird look and gets up, heading towards the bathroom. You watch him as his lanky body moves. He turns the light on and looks up, and his mouth drops open.

You start laughing harder, as he makes a squeaking noise and turns to you with his mouth wide and eyes shocked.

For a second, you think he's mad, so you stop laughing and look down, start playing with your hands.

Then, Harry starts laughing. Like, hysterically laughing. He walks towards you and raises his eyebrows, "I'm beautiful!" he says, smirking.

"Best you've ever looked," you say and wink.

He throws his head back laughing like a little kid. He walks over to the bed and leans over you, planting playful kisses all over your face.

Before things go further, he stops and looks at you, his hands resting on either side of your head, and his strong arms holding him up.

"Wait," he says, as a smirk spreads across his face. "One thing."

He quickly rolls off the bed, grabbing something from the counter and putting it behind his back so you can't see it. You roll your eyes, cause he's really such a dork.

His hands come around and reveal a sharpie, and he quickly jumps back on top of you.

"Payback."