Harry Styles Preferences/Imagines

55.) Stuck With Me

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"You're getting her a stripper, aren't you?" He had his eyes focused on his sister, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned back against the counter. She was digging in his large fridge, making sure to pull her dress down so her baby brother didn't catch anything he didn't want to see.

"You bet I am," she pulled out a piece of watermelon, popping it into her mouth as she smirked back at him. He groaned, closing his eyes and shaking his head. "She's not married to you yet, she can have a little freedom."

He narrowed his glare at her, his lips pressed into a tight line. "Knowing you, you probably pulled him off of the cover of the newest Calvin Klein ad and he's going to have his hands all over her."

"Hey, he's hot. I'll admit that, but he's not going to touch her. You know she's head over heels for you. And who knows, I might be the one taking him home with me toni-"

"Enough!" He held his hand up, his face twisting in discomfort at the change of conversation. "No need to tell me about your fantasies or whatever it is that you do."

She laughed at him, rolling her eyes as she took a swig of her water bottle. He gave her one last look of disgust before he pushed himself off of the counter, sauntering out of the kitchen. "I'm going to check on my fiancé. You just stay down here and don't be weird."

"Love you too, kid."

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He peeked his head into the bedroom, watching as you studied yourself in the mirror. Your hands made their way down the front of the dress Gemma had picked out for you; the sparkles giving the white fabric the extra touch it needed. It clung to your body, hugging your curves in all the right spots. He gave himself a moment to admire you, a smile forming on his face before you caught him in the mirror. You smiled, turning to face him as he walked in and propped himself on the edge of the bed.

He held his hand out before you quickly took it and he pulled you between his legs, his arms wrapping around your hips. "Hi," he mumbled.

"Hi," you pushed his loose curls behind his ear as you watched his eyes skim over your body. "I'm up here, handsome," you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. He chuckled, looking back up at you, keeping his hands at the curve of your bum.

"You look absolutely stunning," he admitted, pressing a kiss to your chest, to your chin, and then to your lips. You leaned into him, wrapping your arms tighter around him before pulling away.

"I'd rather stay here and cuddle with you," you pressed your forehead against his, a pout on your lips before he swiped his thumb against it.

"Mm, I agree. But it's your night and you deserve to go out and have a bit of fun before you're stuck with me for the rest of your life," he grinned, a joking look in his eyes. You laughed, your fingers playing in the curls at the nape of his neck.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"I sure hope not," he pecked your lips once more. "I can't wait until we get married."

You let your eyes close and you took in his words, a smile creeping to your face. A day never went by without him confessing how much he wished he could marry you the very next day just to make you his missus at last.

"Me neither," you breathed out before opening your eyes again to look at him. "A few more weeks, baby."

"Thank God," he laughed, pulling you closer to his chest. "I want you to have fun tonight, but not too much fun. I want you back in one piece, I'm the only one allowed to break you," he wiggled his eyebrows playfully before giving your bum a squeeze. You hit his chest with your palm softly before you turned away to finish getting ready.