Harry styles Imagines (Book 1)

Grandchildren

You and Harry sat on the couch in the middle of Harry’s mom’s living room making out. “Are you sure she doesn’t mind?” you asked, pulling away from him. “It’s weird to be doing this in her house.”

“She doesn’t mind,” he replied, kissing your neck. “She actually encourages it.”

“Encourages it?” 

“Yeah, she’s really pressed for grandkids,” he smirked. “But I’m okay with that.”

You rolled your eyes playfully smacking him. You were about to reply, but Harry’s mom stopped you. “Harry. (Y/N). Come upstairs. I have a surprise for you.”

You eyed Harry skeptically, but he just shrugged his shoulders. The two of you made your way upstairs only to find Harry’s mom grinning outside our bedroom door. “Mom, what’s this about?” Harry asked raising her eyebrows at her, but she didn’t reply.

She pushed you and Harry into the room and locked the door behind you. “I’m not letting you out until I have my grandkids,” She called.

You sighed turning around to face the room. She had placed candles and rose petals everywhere. “Umm, okay,” Harry muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Even I think this is a little much.”

“I told you,” you replied, shooting him a look.

“Well,” he smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist. “We don’t have to let it go to waste.”

“Mhmm,” you moaned, as Harry began planting small kisses on the side of your neck. *GIF* “You naughty boy.”