Harry Styles Imagines & One Shots 💓

Pillow fight

Harry's POV

Me and Y/N were seated in front of the TV, watching an intense episode of Pretty Little Liars Season 6. Y/N's eyes were glued to the screen, leaning forward in anticipation. She looked so focused and tensed, biting her nails nervously as her eyes wide opened in suspense.

She looked extremely cute like that so I've decided to sneakily snap a picture of her, to add to the collection for when I want to remind her how beautiful she is.

I didn't cover my tracks too well as the familiar sound of the camera shutter echoed after I clicked.

Y/N turned to me instantly, narrowing her eyes and from the looks of it, it doesn't look like she quite minded about the plot of PLL anymore.

"Harry, did you just tried to take a picture of me- again?" she confronted me with a fake threatening glare.

I shrugged playfully, not willing to give in because she might ask me to delete that precious picture. After much questioning, I'm still firm to deny.

Finally, Y/N cried out playfully as she took a small pillow closest to her and started flinging it at me. "Fess up, big boy!"

She might look innocent and cute, but she can definitely pack some good swings and hits. She flung the pillow at me several times, playfully hitting my face, my chest, and my hair.

"Heyyyy!!!" I laughed as I held my hands up to defend myself.

Two can play at that game, I thought as I grabbed a cushion near me and hit Y/N's side of the face with it.

She didn't expect that as she took the blow. She lowered her face so I'm unable to read her expression. Just as I was about to ask her if she's alright, she said quietly: "So this is how you wanna do it, huh? In that case, LET THE FIGHT BEGIN!!!"

She hollered out the last sentence before collapsing in a heap of giggles, although her hands did not rest as she continued hitting me with the pillow. I laughed along with her, enjoying this moment and never wanting it to stop.

I grabbed her wrist while she was in mid-swing. She froze as I pulled her in closer to me. I whispered, my breath hitting her neck: "You're gonna pay for this, kitten."

I swung my free hand to her face, hitting her back with the pillow with no mercy. Ha, payback's a bitch.

Suddenly, my grip loosened and Y/N jumped up, then ran away to safety. I followed suit and we wound up playing impromptu chase around our house.

Y/N leaped upstairs, taking the stairs two at a time while screeching. I laughed uncontrollably watching her so worked up. I chased her around the hallway upstairs and she took a sudden turn into the guest room.

Y/N screamed again as she tried to lock the guest room door before I caught up to her. She was one second too late as me and her started battling it out, seeing who's the first one to open or lock the door.

I won. Y/N rushed to the bed, giggling as she tried to hide under the covers. I grabbed her around her waist from behind, stopping her plan. I took out my pillow again as I hit her with it on her head, or on wherever I can land the blow.

She didn't give up as she flailed her arms around blindly, trying to hit me back. We were both giggling so hard I'm finding it hard to breathe.

Suddenly, Y/N delivered a massive blow to my face and I pretended to lie dead. I didn't respond to her, my head buried into the mattress and body lying limp when she hit me several times more on my back.

Y/N's not like any typical girl who would care and worry for their boyfriend when they see them in this state. Instead, she proclaimed nonchalantly: "Wow, really Styles? That's the best you could think of? It takes more than that to fool me..."

She just sat next to me, not even caring to take a glance at me as she checked her nails casually. I smiled under my breath, that's what I like about her, her feistiness and determination.

I couldn't take it anymore as I yelled suddenly: "BOOOOOO!" and turned my face back up, seizing Y/N by the waist as I grabbed her towards me. She let out a little shocked squeak as she stumbled on top of me.

The both of us fit like a glove, as she filled up any gaps in us perfectly, her chest on mine, her legs on mine, her face on top of mine.

We giggled looking at each other, Y/N's hair was slightly tousled from the chase. I reached over and gently smoothen her hair. I rested my hand on the back of her head even after that. She leaned a little closer and for some reason, the both of us stopped laughing and the room was so quiet, you could hear both of us breathing.

She breathed a little fast and hastily, probably from the shock when I pulled her to me. My breathing was slower and steadier compared to hers. I look into her bright eyes, so serious now but a hint of playfulness glinted behind all that.

Without realizing, my body instinctively reached forward to her lips. She responded immediately as we started moving our lips together in sync, savoring each other slowly.

Even our body had started to move together, grinding on each other. After a long time, we broke off and Y/N caught her breath.

"That was amazing, Harry." She breathed.

"What? The kiss, the chase, the pillow fight or PLL?" I joked.

"PLL who?" She giggled before resting her face on my chest.

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Lol I actually wanted to write a plot twist (again) that Y/N's hit was so strong it hit Harry unconscious but she didn't believe Harry HAHAHAH that would be so amusing....

Love, Cheryl x