Harry Styles Imagines & One Shots 💓

Basorexia

"Babeeeeeee....." Harry whined from across the room while I was busy fixing up a sandwich in the kitchen.

"Hmmm?" I hummed in response and when I turned around to look at him, his face was writhed with agony and despair.

"Oh my God, Harry... What's wrong?" I immediately rushed to his side as he looks like he is in pain.

"I'm sick...." Harry moaned and winced after he spoke, like every word he uttered costed him.

I touched his forehead instinctively and felt that his temperature is normal.

"Are you having a fever, baby? A cold? Flu? Headache?" I listed out the common sickness in a rush, desperate to help him find the right medication for whatever it is.

"I have.... I have...." Harry uttered the words out painfully and it's killing me to see him like this.

"Yes?" I rubbed his arms soothingly, encouraging him to spit the words out.

He suddenly wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his embrace as he whispered in my ear: "Basorexia."

When I looked up at him, his lips were inches away from mine as I laid on top of him.

"The heck? This isn't funny, Styles! I was worried sick!" I thought he was pulling a joke on me and made up a random sickness just to get my attention as I saw his playful smirk he's trying hard to contain.

I struggled to get out of his grasp but Harry pinned me against him and quickly explained: "No, babe! Don't leave! Basorexia's a real thing and I'm at the terminal stage!"

I threw him a skeptical look and he continued with a serious look on his face: "Basorexia is the overwhelming desire to kiss."

I rolled my eyes at him: "Oh bullshit, Styles... Yeah right, you're only making this up for a reason for me to kiss you."

"No I'm absolutely serious! Search it up!" Harry urged and passed me his phone, which was lying just next to him.

I unlocked his phone and typed in the term and found out that it was indeed, a real thing.

"Huh...." I mumbled thoughtfully but a little embarrassed that I didn't believe him.

"So now that you know it's true, can you put me out of my misery, Doc?" Harry smirked and nibbled my earlobes gently.

 "You sure you're gonna trust a doctor who doesn't even know what basorexia is?" I teased him playfully.

He shrugged: "I'll take my chances...."

I rolled my eyes but leaned in nonetheless and pressed my lips against his. He reacted immediately, moving his lips in synchronisation while holding me tight against him. His lips slowly traveled down to my neck and sucked it affectionately. We ended having a full makeout session on the couch and in my expert opinion, that should cure his sickness for a while....