Harry Styles. BSM, DDM.

You prank him. Bsm.

You prank him. Bsm.

Harry age 14.

"Are you sure you don't see it? Because I do." You said as Harry peered into the water bottle. You tricked him and told him you saw a fly in it and now he's trying to see it.

"I don't see it." He shakes his head.

"Are you positive?" You press and he huffs.

"Positive."

"How bout now?" You smack the bottom of the water bottle, making it splash up into his face. You burst out laughing as he recovers from the shock.

"You sneaky little- ugh!" He groans as he grabs some tissues to wipe his face. You clutch your stomach, still laughing from how gullible he acted.

"You-you actually fell for it!" You laugh as he glares at you. He goes to sit on the couch, arms crossed and glaring at the wall.

"Harry, don't be mad at me." You whine as you recover from your laughing attack. You go to sit next to him but he moves over so you couldn't sit down.

"Seriously?" You scoff and just sit on his lap.

"Get off." He huffs as you wrap your arms around his neck to hug him.

"I'm sorry I splashed water on your face." You say, stifling your laugh. He rolls his eyes, wrapping one arm around your back.

"Mhm. Just know, that this means war."