A Harry Imagine
Harry and I were in his room snuggled underneath the blankets, watching The Princess and the Frog on his bed. We were laying close together with his arm on my waist and my legs tangled with his. I was watching intently as I saw Harry's eyes advert from the screen, to me, and back. He did that a few times more. When he did it again, I whipped my head around and caught him red handed.
"Is there something on my face, Styles?"
"Maybe," he said jovially.
He swiped underneath my eye, they fluttered as he made contact. He held out his index finger, on the tip was an eyelash.
"So cheesy," I commented.
"What?"
"Guys do that all the time so just they can do this."
I leaned forward pressing my lips against his, catching off guard. His body tensed but soon relaxed and moved his lips in sync with mine. I felt fireworks dancing across my mouth. He rolled us over so he was on top and straddling my waist, not once breaking the kiss He pinned down my wrists and trailed kisses down to my neck. He leaned down and whispered in my ear.
"Why'd you do that? That was my job," he said smirking.
"Looks like somebody got fired." I whispered back.
THE END.
