One Direction imagines (one shots)

Warm Harry Styles Imagine

(Hi guys here's a little treat from my good friend to you enjoy)

"Y/F/N, DON'T YOU DARE!" I scream, throwing snow at her face. She gasps from the cold and I laugh, continuing to sprint away from her. As I'm looking back at her, I trip over absolutely nothing and face-plant into the snow. Y/F/N runs after me and accidentally falls on top of my back, unaware that I was there. "Get off me!" She gets up and runs off, continuing to laugh. But then the laughing stops and I hear a thud, indicating she fell, too. I couldn't help but laugh at her stupidity. "Karma!"

"Shut up!" I hear her scream.

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I open my eyes to find myself laying down by a big fire place, in a house made out of logs. I'm guessing it was a cabin. But how'd I get here? "Oh, good. You're up," the too-familiar deep and husky British accent says from behind me. I sit up and look over my shoulder to see the one and only Harry Styles smiling down at me, walking towards me with a blanket and two mugs. DON'T FANGIRL DON'T FANGIRL DON'T FANGIRL.

"Hi," is all I manage to say. He chuckles and sits down beside me, wrapping the blanket around the two of us.

"Do you like hot chocolate?" He extends one of the mugs out to me. I smile up at him and take it.

"I'm Y/N."

"I know," he laughs. "I've read some of your tweets to me and I kinda maybe sorta stalk your Instagram." His cheeks turn a rosy pink, making my entire face go fire truck red. OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD.

"But yet you've never replied to any of my tweets or followed me?"

"Whenever I'm about to, I chicken out," he explains. I tilt my head to the side and raise an eyebrow, sipping the delicious drink.

"Explain, child." He sighs, slumping his shoulders and staring at the open fire.

"You just seem really laid back all the time and chill whenever you message me... Plus I always get nervous when I'm about to reply."

"But you're a ladies man," I point out. "Stuff like that should be easy now."

"I don't know," he shrugs. "I guess it's just something about you that makes me lose myself."

We spend the rest of the night cuddled up against each other, sipping cocoa and listening to cute Christmas music. "Harry?" I ask, looking up at him as my head rests against his shoulder. He smiles, looking down at me.

"Yes, love?"

"Where's my friend?"

"Most likely still stuck in the snow," he says, trying to keep a straight face. But both of us just end up dying of laughter.