Harry Styles Imagines

#77 Scared

THINGS FORGOTTEN

It's a monstrous looking thing. As it leaves the old, raggedy shed, its slimy legs take determined steps towards the house. The worst part is that the family inside knows nothing of its existence. A coarse shriek then emits from the TV. Even as the screen turns black for a moment, you snuggle yourself closer into Harry's body.

Despite how chilling they could be, old horror movies are everything. Instead of being filled with blood spewing demons, or scientific mutations, they simply have good, old fashion monsters. For that very reason, going to the movie theater with your dad used to be the highlight of your weekend.

The arm Harry has draped around you instinctively gives you a gentle squeeze. It was then you realized the faint scent of his woodsy cologne still clung to the air around the two of you. It was your favorite. Somehow, despite not being a big outdoors person, the scent fit his physique very well. "Yeh good, love?" He asks, his tone is soft.

You try to smile up at him, but it ends up being more of a quirk of your lips. "Mhm." That wasn't the actual truth. Physically, you were, but mentally, not so much. Which supports the fact that you've always been crazy enough to put yourself through traumatizing things.

As your eyes advert their attention back to the TV screen, you feel an uneasiness begin to stir in your stomach. The sudden rise in temperature happens when he lowers his head towards your ear. Just when you assume he's going to kiss you, his warm breath tickles your skin as he starts whispering. "Let's hope it doesn't come an' eat us tonight," he says.

Your immediate thought is to hit him, but you settle on calling him a jerk. His eyes are practically shimmer with amusement, and small dimples indent in both of his cheeks when he smiles. This is exactly why you two can't do things like this together—he always has to go and make things worse for you.

"Well, it'll probably eat you first," you say. Neither you, or Harry were messed up about the movie anymore. It was now playing for an inattentive audience.

He lets out a chuckle, it's deep and his shoulders shake some. "S'not very nice of yeh, love. For all we know, it might want t'eat yeh first," he says. "Yeh do taste pretty good."

Your face immediately fills with the pulsing flow of warm blood. Every time he says something sexual, it manages to get you flustered. You discretely try to look away from him, but he's watching you with a big smile all the while.

His strong arms pull you closer than you already are to him and you can feel the vibrations of chest on your back. He's about to open his mouth to speak, but more laughter pours out.

"Let go of me," you say. You try to pry his hands from around you, but tightens his hold.

"M'only teasin', love bug," he says.

"I don't care. Let go of me, Harry."

At the use of his name, he stops laughing. "Wait. Baby, m'sorry." He presses a few light kisses to the side of your head. They're quick, but they still make your heart flutter. "I really am. I'll stop." He reluctantly lets go of you.

Without saying anything, you take his hand and force him to drape his arm back over your shoulder. "No. I like it better when you're holding me," you say.

He shakes his head before giving you a smile. "You're somethin' else."

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A/N

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-Nic