Harry Styles Imagines & One Shots 💓

Ice cream and other flavours

Harry and I spotted an ice cream truck the diner from the both of us had lunch at. Since we had a light meal, I figured there's definitely room for ice cream. I pointed the inviting truck out and dragged an amused Harry there, bouncing with excitement.

The both of us walked up to the display counter and observed the selections while the vendor smiled at us politely. 

"I think I'm going to go with mint chocolate, please." I told the vendor with a bright smile and turned to ask Harry.

"What about you, Haz? What taste do you like best?" 

"Yours." Harry whispered with a smirk. Apparently, it's not soft enough as the vendor stopped scooping my ice cream and coughed dryly.

I gaped at Harry in horror at what he just said in front of the vendor while he chuckled: "Uhm, I'll have the caramel swirl, please." He told the vendor as if that awkward sexual moment didn't happen at all.

Once we paid the mentally ruined vendor and was far out of his earshot, I shoved Harry lightly in the chest and hissed at him.

"The hell, Styles?! Did you really just say that? Are you aware of how awkward that was just then?"

Harry defended himself with his hands held up: "Hey, I'm just telling the truth!"

"Well, did you really have to state your thoughts at that particular time?!" I spluttered.

"Yes, I think I do." Harry smirked, challenging me as he stepped closer towards me. 

I noticed Harry's ice cream was starting to leak and advised him. "Lick your ice cream, it's melting."

He licked it while looking at me intently the whole time, making me uncomfortable yet aroused at the same time.

"What? Stop staring!" I ordered and licked mine, but couldn't help but laugh when I saw him still staring at me. The minty coolness of my ice cream seemed to have diminished my slight anger at him. Hmm, ice cream really do make you happy.

"STAPHHHHH....." I giggled and Harry couldn't help but chuckle as well.

We strolled hand in hand along the empty pavement scattered with brown and orange autumn leaves.

"Hey, can I try yours?" Harry asked and I thrusted my ice cream to him.

He offered his and we exchanged our ice creams. This time, the richness of caramel flowed down my throat and I closed my eyes blissfully, relishing the flavor.

"Yup, I still like your taste better... none of these compare. Any idea when I can taste it again?" Harry threw me a meaningful look and I blushed, telling him to quit it.

"So do you like my taste?" He asked suddenly after a while and I commented thoughtfully: "I like the richness of it, it tastes kinda sweet too, although it's a little too sweet for my liking."

Harry raised his eyebrows and burst out laughing.

"You're.... not talking about the ice cream flavors anymore, are you?" I blushed as I confirmed my suspicions.

"No, I'm not talking about ice cream flavors, love."Harry laughed and pulled me close.

"Oh good Lord....." I placed the back of my hand on my forehead and rolled my eyes.

"So what do you say we go back and make some?" Harry murmured in my ears and I blushed deep again, knowing what my answer would be.