The Little Black Book of Imagines

Harry Styles Imagine 19

Hello :)

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I grab his face with both of my hands kissing his lips, nose, eyes, cheeks and forehead.

"I can't believe you're here." I tell him. "Just yesterday you were in London."

"I missed you and I wanted to see you." His deep voice sounding in my ears thick with his accent.

"I love you." I tell him looking into his eyes.

The green in them darker from our heated make out session from earlier and suggestive seating.

"I love you too." His eyes dart from my eyes to my lips to my neck before settling on my lips. "You're so soft."

He runs his hand up my back from under my shirt and slips his thumb into the waistband off my jeans and plays with the band.

Our lips connect and the fiery attraction I've been missing for months soothes my need for him. Tongues and hands caress what they touch and moans urge the continuation of the acts. Clothes are removed, his first, his shirt hitting the floor with a soft thud.

The feel of familiar, soft, toned skin under my fingers. I've missed him so much and having him with me is overwhelming my senses.

My eyes never wanting to leave him. My hands never wanting to not feel him. My nose wanting to inhale his scent at every waking moment. My mouth wanting to taste him whenever I can. And my ears wanting to hear his soft gratitude whenever we physically display our love for one another.

"Baby." He softly says into my ears and I love when he calls me that. He knows this and more clothes are shed.

The touch, the physical touch of his love is what I need and I am relieved when I have it. I can feel him fully and I never want to fill anyone else for as long as we both exist.

The atmosphere is thick with the smell of us. The sound of continual contact vibrating off of the walls and filling our ears, encouraging faster pace . Our movements encouraging breathtaking releases. I love him so much and I am so pleased that he's mine.

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"Hello love of my life"

"Hi, baby happy birthday."

"Thank you."

"What did you do today?" I ask her and she tells me about school and the lab she couldn't miss. She tells me about the conversations she's had today with her friends during classes. She doesn't like school and she doesn't need it. I've told her that i'll take care of her for the rest of her life, for as long as she'll let me.

"We went out but I forgot my ID and everyone was pretty upset about it." She giggles. I wish I was there with her. Hearing it over the phone isn't the same.

"So, what did you do?" She asks me and I know she's smiling.

"Well, I ate pancakes and I bought a plane ticket."

"A plane ticket? To where?"

"I only want to be one place right now and this conversation could go two ways."

"Wow, you're so romantic Styles." I know she's rolling her eyes now.

"I try."

"You're smiling right now and your dimples are showing. You're probably also rubbing your hand across your zipper too." I gasp and stop rubbing myself.

She knows me just as well as I know her and it's such a turn on.

"Harry?"

"Hold on I'm almost finish." I joke.