Harry Styles Imagines

#69 This is Crazy

THIS IS CRAZY

For the third time within the past five minutes, he vainly checks the small woven basket where he usually places his keys. The expression on his face is priceless. It's an interesting mix between worry and anger. "Baby, you honestly haven't seen my car keys?" He questions, frantically. When I shake my head, he lets out a loud groan. "This is crazy," he mutters under his breath.

I try my hardest to bite back a laugh when he begins patting himself down. Of course, he ends up feeling nothing and has to take a deep breath to calm himself down. A second later, he's helplessly looking at me. This should make me feel bad, but surprisingly, it doesn't. He's done his fair share of mean things to me, so I'm simply returning the favor.

He loves his car like all guys love their car. What better way to get him worked up than stealing his precious keys? I thought. It's only a matter of time before he comes to senses and realizes I have them. Unfortunately, maintaining an innocent façade is something I've never been good at.

"They'll turn up," after assuring him, I turn my attention back to the magazine in my hands.

A scoff sounds from my left. "What do you mean, 'they'll turn up?' They sure as hell won't if I stop looking. Why aren't you helping me?" He questions, a hint of irritation in his voice. "This is my car we're talking about," he unnecessarily reminds me.

My eyes stay trained on the page, not even bothering to pay him any attention.

"Y/N, seriously?"

I don't say anything.

"You're making me angry now." Like you weren't before. "Wait a minute—"

Before I know it, he's making his way over to where I'm sitting. Quickly, I scramble to my feet and toss the magazine down. He knows. As he gets closer, I back up. There's now excitement buzzing within me.

"What?" I question, smiling.

"Please tell me you're joking. You had me scared for nothing. Hand them over," he orders, extending his hand. It's funny how he expects me to let up so easily. He could at least act like he knows me.

I do the first thing that comes to my mind. Run. I run all the way to our bedroom and take cover in the closet. When the door suddenly swings open, I involuntarily squeal. There he was with a smirk on his face. His eyes are a lighter shade of green than they were earlier.

"What are you gonna do now, love?"

"Not give them to you," I answer.

He pulls me out of the closet and picks me up. The next thing I know, I'm being thrown down onto the bed. "Want to give them to me now?" He asks.

Complying to his previous requests, I pull his keys out of my sweatshirt's pocket. He reaches out to take them, but I move my hand out of his reach. He falls forward, but luckily manages a to catch himself before all of his weight crushes me. Our faces are now centimeters apart. I can smell the faint scent of his earthy cologne.

Swiftly, he presses his lips to mine, and what I don't realize is that he takes his keys from me. When he finally pulls away, there's a satisfied grin on his face. Dang it. "Thank you," he says before pushing himself up.

"This isn't the end," I state.

He shrugs. "Cool. But it's my move, so I'd watch my back if I were you, love," he warns, throwing his keys up and catching them. I huff and roll my eyes. "Don't be a sore loser. Maybe next time." He winks at me before walking out of the room.

"Sore loser my ass, you British bloke," I call after him.

I hear him laugh.

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Another update just because I'm on the road and I'm bored. I'm finally in NY. Sorry if it's sloppy. :))

-Nic 💕