Harry Styles One Shots

Blind Kiss

"Hi, would you like to participate in an experiment?"

One question led from me walking home to ending up in some building, a blindfold covering my eyes and a stranger in front of me.

I'm supposed to kiss this stranger. I don't know how I feel about that..

"You two don't know each other, correct?" The camera man said. He's actually recording this. I nodded, and a deep, raspy voice replied with yes. "Okay, so, we've brought together 10 strangers to kiss each other. Its an experiment-"

"Wait, wait, I have to kiss 10 people?" My covered eyes went wide as I cut of the man. "No, no! No, you're only kissing the person in front of you," the stranger chuckled. "First off, what's your names?"

"I'm Y/n," I said shyly, my cheeks heating up. I've only ever kissed one boy. What if this guy is a bad kisser? What if he's lacking looks? Oh god, maybe he didn't ever brush his teeth.

I was so lost in my thoughts, I almost missed out on his name. "Eh, I'm Harry,"

Man, his voice is deep.

I felt something touch me and I squealed and backed away. The camera crew laughed at me. "I was trying yo shake your hand," Harry laughed. I pursed my lips, but held my hand out as well. I felt his and he wrapped his large hand around mine and shook it. I giggled.

"What do you think you can get from this experience?"

"Well I think, like.. It'll create a better bond. Ya know, since we're blind folded, because to me, Y/n might not even give me a second glance if she ever saw me on the street. So," Harry sucked in a breath. I turned to face him, or what I thought was him. Maybe he was right? "Being blind folded, and kissing first might actually create that relationship, that bond and... Yeah,"

"What do you think, Y/n?"

"I don't know," I awkwardly laughed. "You don't know?"

"No, I mean.. I'm kissing a stranger, its awkward,"

"Well, let's not make it awkward. Tell each other something about yourselves," the guy said. "Y/n?"

"What, why me?" I whined. I was laughed at again, my cheeks burning. "Okay, uh.. I like to sing?" I played with my fingers, a nervous habit I've always had. "No way, me too," Harry gasped. "I used to be in a band in high school, I was the lead singer."

"See, I could never do that," I shook my head. "Do what, be in a band?" I nodded my head, but felt stupid when I remembered he couldn't see me. "Yeah, because bands lead to preforming and I have stage fright.. Seeing all those people," I shook my head. Harry grabbed my hands in his. He has really large hands..

"Its not as bad as you think. You should sing me to me for practice,"

I giggled, "If we make it through this, I'll think about it," he chuckled back. "You can kiss now if you want," the guy said. Harry let go of my hands and trailed them up my body to my face. He cupped my cheeks in his hands, "Wow, you're really tiny," he laughed. "Just kiss me." I breathed when I felt him lean forward. My hands fisted his shirt and after a few times of our lips grazing each others, he captured my bottom lip between his. I silently gasped, my nerves hitting me harder than before. His lips slowly and gently moved against mine. Once we fell into it, his hands fell from my face down to my hips where he gently held me. He pulled me closer to him and took control of the kiss. My head started to spin, he's an amazing kisser. My arms wrapped around his neck, holding him to me. My fingers tangled in his hair, his long, curly hair.

Harry slowly started to break the kiss however long later, but as he pulled away he continued to peck my lips. I brought him back to me and kissed him a little longer. When we finally broke apart completely, my heart was pounding, my head clouded. The only thing registering was the feel of Harry's lips on mine. The guy told us to take off our blindfolds.

When we did, it was as if time had stopped. We stared at each other for seconds but it felt like minutes. Harry smirked at me. "Hello, beautiful," he grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles. My cheeks flushed and I looked away. He chuckled, "Harry,"

We shook hands again, "Y/n,"

"So, I'll ask you again, what do you think you gained from this?" The guy asked.

"Possibly a date," Harry winked at me.