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"That looks painful," he perches on the bed and watches as you curl your lashes with the shiny eyelash curler. You laugh and turn to face him. "It's not, want to try?" He raises an eyebrow and thinks for a moment before sauntering over and shrugging his shoulders. "Okay, but if it hurts I'm deeming you a liar and I'll never believe anything you tell me ever again," he says mock-seriously, leaning forward as you go to curl his lashes. "Don't move," you warn, giving his lashes a pinch and watching as they slightly curl. "Ow!" he yelps, pulling away dramatically. You look at him with surprise and he laughs. "Kidding, I didn't feel a thing," he admits, taking the curler from your hand and giving you a kiss.
This wasn't a Harry imagine but I turned it into a Harry imagine. "You make cute faces when you put make-up on," he muses, watching you suck in your cheeks and apply bronzer in the hollows. "Do I?" you stick out your tongue and smile as he laughs. "You don't even need all this make-up, but you do it really well," he nods, watching you swipe eyeliner over your lids. "Thanks," you reply, capping the liner and tossing it on your dresser. "Now, let's go or we'll be late," he wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up. "Harry! I still need lip gloss," you protest, giggling as he carries you towards the door. "No point in lip gloss, I'll end up kissing it off anyway," he points out with a laugh. Good point ;)
This wasn't a Harry imagine but I turned it into a Harry imagine."What's this called?" Harry questions, picking up a tube of mascara. "Mascara," you tell him, smoothing lipstick over your lips. "Sounds like a dance...like the macarena," he laughs, doing the dance and making you laugh. "Stop making me laugh! I just got lipstick on my cheek," you scold, dabbing the smeared make-up with a tissue. "Blame the people who named these things," he counters, picking up an eyeliner with amusement. "So this is like a pencil...but for your eyes?" You nod and reach over, taking the pencil from his hand and zipping up the bag. "You're like a little kid sometimes, it's very endearing," you smirk, leaning over and pecking his cheek. "I don't want to be endearing, I want to be manly," he purrs, making his best seductive face.
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Harry Styles Imagines
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