Harry Styles Imagines

#63 Man Down

MAN DOWN

Harry's POV

Her eyes shimmered with excitement, having finally managed to position herself on the opposite side of the couch. Now, the piece of furniture itself served as a barrier between the two of us. Forgetting about our game for a moment, I find myself shamelessly taking in her entirety. Her hair is pulled back into a lazy ponytail and the only articles of clothing covering her body is one of my old T-shirts and her panties. She's beautiful. I think to myself.

Not only on the outside, but on the inside too. Any guy could be lucky to call her his and I'm glad that guy happens to be me. She's such a  down to earth and understanding individual, but at the same time she'll hit me in a heart beat if I do something she thinks is stupid. I love her for that.

Having picked up on my actions, she chuckles. "Okay, quit gawking and make your move," she temps, a sly smile stretching across her face. She thinks her chances of winning—not being "it"—have increased. What she doesn't know is that I could easily maneuver over the couch and claim the winning title. Gemma and I used to play this very game all the time, and I always won by using my—what I like to call—"Spider-Man climbing skills."

Those were the days.

Slowly, I begin walking to the right, rounding the corner of the couch. She's quick to react by hurrying to her right and carefully rounding the other corner. "I'm going to get you," I speak confidently. The eye roll she gives me only makes me laugh. "What, you don't think so too?" I raise a questioning brow in hopes of annoying her.

She picks up her pace when my strides become longer. "How do you know you're going to win? I'm fully capable of winning," she stands up for herself, eyebrows furrowed. "Unless you've got some type of super speed I'm unaware of," she jokes, laughing lightly. The soft sound is like music to my ears. More than anything, I wish I could kiss her right now. One would think this moment would elicit a playfully mood out of me, but in all honesty, it's working me up as well.

Deciding to work towards my desire to kiss her, I stop in my tracks and act natural. The back of the couch is in front of me and she's standing on the other side facing the cushions. Managing to look cute while doing so, her eyes remain on me like a hawk. It's not until she crosses her arms in mock boredom that I decide now's the time. Quickly, I place both hands on the top of the couch before jumping and swinging my legs over.

Realizing it's far too late for her to run, she helplessly squeals as I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her into my body. We both fall back onto the couch. "Told you so, princess," I whisper in her ear. She shivers due to our close proximity. Knowing I caused that reaction boosts my ego and heightens my desire to kiss those lips of hers.

We weren't to far from each other in height, but her body still seems small compared to mine. "Hey, totally not fair, Styles." She squirms in protest as if she was any match for me. "You're a big, fat cheater pants," she whines, mad that I'm holding her. I can't help but laugh at her adorable childishness.

"It's not called cheating, it's called utilizing what's around you. Try it sometime. It'll prevent you from being a loser," I tease, lightly squeezing her sides.

She jumps out of surprise and slaps my chest. "You're—" I cut off her insult by pressing my lips to her plump, warm ones. The feeling immediately manages to intoxicate me, causing my brain to shut out everything around us. Her tongue glides over my lower lip and I grant her access, soon tasting her watermelon chapstick. What I don't see coming is her tongue swiping along the sensitive roof of my mouth. The foreign feeling makes an involuntarily shudder course through my body.

She suddenly pulls away with a smirk on her face, eyes on my lips. That alone tells me her unspoken words. It was payback for me supposedly cheating. "Aww, why the long face, hon?" She slowly runs her index finger down my cheek and curves it under my chin.

My body desperately craves even more of her touch now that she's winding me up. It's mind boggling how someone who appears to be innocent can be a devilish on the inside. Y/N is anything but innocent when she's around me 99 percent of the time. I never know what to expect from a girl like herself.

"It's rude to tease people," I look into her amused eyes while I tell her this. "You've created a little problem in my pants, love."

"Little? You're not little, big guy." The next thing I know, she's standing up from my loosened grip and walking in the direction of our bedroom. "If you want me, come and get it me, baby." She turns around and winks at me. Fuck. I feel my pants grow even tighten. I don't want her, I need her.

She sure as hell has the power over me now. Man down. I think to myself. Maybe she is the winner of the game after all. What has this girl done to me?

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Author's Note

+ I might be doing a part two. Then again, I might not be. I'm not sure yet. Either way make sure to VOTE for this imagine if you liked it. Feedback is always greatly appreciated as well.

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