Harry Styles Imagines

•Don't do it •

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NOT MINE. I DID NOT WRITE THIS, I GIVE MYSELF NO CREDIT. IF YOU KNOW THAT THE WRITER DOESN'T LIKE OTHERS REPOSTING HER IMAGINES THEN TELL ME SO I CAN REMOVE IT.

GUYS I WAS SEARCHING "mr grey gifs" AND I WAS SCROLLING DOWN AND FOUND HARRY'S GIF HAHHAHAHAAHHHAHAHAAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHH, OMFG IMAGINE HARRY AS MR.GREY OH FUCK

"I see a bunny."

You were laying on your back, the grass tickling your skin, as you stared up at the baby blue sky. The field was silent, as usual, besides you and Harry. He was laying beside you, and his body heat making it seem as though you were touching though you were only a centimeter apart. Harry snorted.

"That looks like a plane, not a bunny," he told you, nudging your arm. As usual, a jolt of electricity was sent through you. That always seemed to happen when he touched you.

"You don't even know which one I'm talking about," you retorted playfully. He pointed, and it happened to be at the exact one you were looking at yourself. "Dammit Harry."

"I know you," he teased. You both fell silent for a while, letting the sounds of the birds and wind talk for you. It was so peaceful here, in the field that you'd been going to since you were little, and arguing with your parents got to be too much, so you snuck away into the woods, silent and sneaky, where you would both lay just like this, creating images from little puffy clouds.

"Are you nervous?" Harry asked after a moment. You sighed, knowing this conversation was coming. He was speaking about your upcoming marriage, to Thomas Reilly, who lived just across town. Thomas was nice enough to make you smile, wealthy enough to support you both, and stable enough to marry.

"No," you said. You lied. While Thomas was nice and polite, and your mom adored him, there was one key factor. He was BORING. There were no risks with him, there was nothing other than the tedious routines that life brought.

Harry didn't respond to that, but you felt his eyes on you, burning into your skin. You met his gaze.

"Do you love him?" He asked, and your breath caught in the flash of pain in his eyes.

No one had asked you that question. They asked instead about how you met, when the marriage was, etc. No one asks if you're in love when you're about to become a newlywed. But Harry has always known you better than anyone else. You didn't know how to answer him, just gaped as you searched for the words to describe your feelings.

And instead of waiting, Harry kissed you.

You've only kissed Harry once. He was your first kiss, and you were his. Neither of you wanted to mess up the first time, and you knew there was no judgment between the two of you. You were both inexperienced, both clumsy and giggly. Now, though, Harry knew what he was doing. He knew how to taste you, and how to make your toes curl. He knew how to leave you wanting more. You surprised yourself by kissing back, by the butterflies that erupted in your tummy. When you came to your senses, you pulled away.

"What are you doing?" You asked breathlessly, your heart racing. He was breathing heavily as well, his eyes bright and alert.

"Don't do it," you couldn't tell whether that was an order or a plea. It sounded a little like both. You were stunned into silence. "Please, Y/N. Don't."

"Harry, what are you-"

"I'm in love with you." He said it quick, in one breath, and then sighed like it was a weight off his shoulders. As if he'd been holding it in for quite some time now, just waiting for the perfect moment to spring it on you. "I always have been. I don't think I knew it until you kissed me that August day, way back when we were still in middle school, all shy and sweet. I just didn't realize how much I loved you until then."