Harry Styles Imagines

#53 Deserved Kisses (3rd Day)

Ever have those moments when you start thinking about deep stuff. Well that's kinda what this imagine is going to include. Sorry in advance for any mistakes and/or confusing parts. Enjoy!

DESERVED KISSES

All the Bright Places rests in my lap as my forehead rests on the cool glass of the window. The lively streets below had become far more interesting to me than the words on the bonded pages. The only difference between the two is that one is real life. And as much as we humans love our imagination, part of us still craves for reality; its flaws and all.

There's that side everybody has. The one that holds greater appreciation for things and people of existence. Books are magical, but sometimes I would much rather develop connections to the actual world, rather than the ones peoples' minds create.

"Do I have permission to come in?" Harry's voice sounds from the other side of the door. Considering that this is his room too, my face contorts in confusion, but I then remember our inside joke about me being a queen.

"You have permission to come in," I approve his request, unable to keep a smile off my face. The doorknob twists before he steps inside. His hair isn't styled and he's wearing a blue V-neck with grey sweatpants.

He looks around observantly before his eyes finally land on me. "You look bored." He walks over to the bed and hops on it with me, then laying down. "What have you been doing up here?" He questions curiously.

I offer him a simple shrug. "I'm not bored. I've been thinking about life." That was the least complex way to put it. Life itself is something of complication that nobody will ever fully comprehend or get the hang of. "Comparing it to works of fiction," my mind tells me to add.

He hums softly before pulling me down into his chest. "What else?" He asks. "That's pretty much it," I tell him, snuggling myself into the warmth of his body. He nods and lovingly squeezes me tighter.

"Real life is better. We get to feel more. Feelings suck sometimes, but I'm grateful for them. It's a reminder that there is both good and evil in the world," he says. I nod in agreement and allow my fingers to trace over his tattoos.

"You wanna know another reason why it's better?" He asks, I nod. "All the people we love and are loved by are here. In books the author chooses who we know and like. In reality we have a choice. There's so many real people who are worth our time and attention," he tells me.

I smile and look up at him. "Like you. You're here."

"And you're here. I wouldn't mind if everybody else was gone," he jokes. I playfully pinch his arm. "Ouch, baby." He winces in mock pain.

"Listen, that didn't even hurt," I laugh.

He chuckles and affectionately rests his cheek on the top of my head. For a few moments we lay in comfortable silence, but he breaks it by saying, "I love you."

"I love you too," I whisper, lightly kissing his neck. His skin felt so warm under my lips.

"That felt good. Do it again?" He murmurs.

I smile and kiss his neck yet again, this time letting my lips linger a little longer. "Only because you deserve it." Right after I say that a soft laugh vibrates through his chest.

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Idk.

Sorry for screwing up and not updating. That's what I get for thinking I'd be able to write and publish a 700+ word imagine everyday day for 5 days straight without slacking. Especially being in school and all...

I just need to catch tf up (I'm a day behind). ;)

In case anyone gives a crap, my 8th grade graduation song is Flashlight by Jessie J and the one that's gonna play during our baby picture slideshow is 7 Years by Lucas Graham. High-key ready to graduate next month. *dabs* 🎉

- N i c 💫