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When he accidentally sees you half naked: HARRY

You've been dating your boyfriend, Harry Styles for almost 6 months now... and today he's coming to relax and spend time with you in his flat ( he doesn't want to go out because paparazzi will follow you both everywhere)...

You're sitting down on your couch, still in your pajamas, watching a random Discovery Channel episode of deer's, before your iPhone begins to vibrate beside you. You quickly grab it and look at the caller ID.

Harry De Harold Styles You roll your eyes, oh silly Harry, always changing your contact names...

"Jello?" you say playfully.

"Uh, I want some jello," Harry murmured with a chuckle. You can't help but notice your heart flutter at the deep tone of your boyfriends voice, his accent sending butterflies through your stomach. You laugh.

"My love, I'm stuck in massive traffic, I'll be there in a few," he said softly, a little disappointed. You smiled to yourself.

"It's fine, Harry. I'll get cleaned up then," you reassured happily. You heard him sigh, before beeping and huffing angrily.

"Calm down, Mr.Road Rage Styles!" you chuckled. He laughed.

"Well, I'll see you soon. Love you, [insert name here]," he finished. 

"Love you too, Harry. Don't get to angry," you said.

"I can't get angry when I'm thinking of seeing you," he said cheekily. You rolled your eyes.

"See you, Styles."

"Goodbye, my love," he finished before chuckling and you hung up.

You stood up and headed for your room that was through the living room and in the hall, the bathroom being on the other side of your flat. You walked into your room quickly, grabbing your yoga pants, what looked like a shirt, and your underwear and bra.

You planned to make Harry do some yoga with you today, just to see him suffer... You quickly put down the clothes on the farthest couch in the room- upset with the stupid set up you had, and grabbed your phone- no new messages... You quickly grabbed your clothes  rushed into the shower, singing Titanium to the top of your lungs, hearing your horrid screeching bounce off the walls. You couldn't help but laugh at yourself.

You walked out of your shower, putting the towel over your body, wiping it off. You roll your eyes as you realize you only brought one towel... You clean off the water and put on your underwear and yoga pants... until you realize you forgot your brazierre on the couch and had brought a pair of pants that looked like a shirt...

Damn. You decided to pull the towel over your head and cover your chest, even though no one was in the house, you couldn't help but feel insecure not covering your chest in an empty home...

You open the door, humming Titanium again. You walk across the hall, heading through the living room. Your towel turban began to fall, and you quickly caught it before it fell to the ground.

"Hey love, the door was open so I-WHOA" you hear a familiar voice from the couch... You throw a gaze and find Harry, his face reddened as he glared, his green eyes in complete surprise.. and enjoyment at your chest that you covered with only your arm... You're eyes  almost popped out of your head and you threw the towel at him in reflex.

"HARRY!!!" You yelled as your sprinted back into the hall and into the bathroom... You don't know why either, now you still need your bra...  You heard him walking near the door of the restroom as you took a sigh, your heart fluttering in surprise...

"My love, I'm soo sorry," he couldn't help laugh. You pouted .

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE HERE BEFORE HAND," You growled. You could hear him trying to hold in a laugh...

"I did, I texted you.. and your door was open! Not my fault you enjoy walking around without a shirt... or bra," he chuckled. You could feel yourself blush in embarrassment.

"No, Harry. Go home!" you yelled, being stubborn.

"I'm sorry, my love!" he replied with another laugh. You still needed your bra...You opened the door slightly, and you could see Harry trying to get a better peak.

"If it helps, I didn't see anything too too exciting," he winked. You gave him a stern look and he threw his fingers through his hair, pursed lips, hiding a smile.

"I'm sorry," he said, giving you apologetic green eyes. He threw his smile, his dimples too cute for you to not forgive...

"Ok.. Well," you gulped, feeling your face redden. "Can you pass me my bra, and get me a shirt?" you said flinching, embarrassed. He laughed and revealed his hand that was behind his back, holding your pink bra by the shoulder string. He eyed it and smiled.

" You mean this one?" he smirked. He began to observe it, playing with it in his hands, putting it over his chest... You couldn't help but laugh at how much of an idiot your boyfriend was.

"Very elegant, you should model it for me someday," he snickered. You snatched it from his hand.

"No, I don't forgive you either." you closed the door behind you. You thought, not wanting your boyfriend to go through your drawers to find your comfy shirts you wear to relax... Ah! You remembered that last night you threw one across the hall, when you had brought an extra shirt to change into, and were to lazy to put it back... It was... It was on the cabinet! You opened it, finding Harry on the floor, the shirt you were thinking about over his face.

"Please forgive me, my love! I've cried many tears, left many boogers of love in this shirt now," you could see his smile from under the shirt as he dramatically threw his hands in despair. You couldn't help but laugh at his attempt to make you not be mad at him..

" Okay, close your eyes," you said seductively.. His smile grew under your shirt, expecting you to do something kinky. He shut his eyes tightly. Oh Harry, you little perv.

You grabbed the shirt and shot it on in seconds. Jumping over him and stealing his boot as you headed into the living room. 

"Hey!" he laughed, getting up and going after you...You had to distract him.. and yourself. You couldn't help but laugh at what just happened.

You mean, your boyfriend, Harry Styles, just saw you half naked.