Harry Styles Imagines

59. Balcony

A little surprise. :) Short but I hope you enjoy.
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'C'mere,' he smiled while patting his thigh in invitation to have you sit on his lap.

It was a calm summer night and you decided to stay on the balcony a little bit longer after your dinner date. But a while quickly turned into a couple of hours, and it was starting to get quite a bit chilly.

You smiled back at him, raising from your little armchair opposite from him and gladly accepting his warm body he was offering you. Desiring to look beautiful, you were wearing only a light summer dress, which wasn't very appropriate seeing it was now close to midnight.

Sighing, you snuggled into him, laying your head on his chest and wrapping your arm around him. 'You're not cold?'

He only shook his head, looking down on you with a lazy smile.

'What're you thinking about? You've been awfully quiet.'

'Nothing...' He shook his head again, jutting his bottom lip a little. 'Just us... You.'

'Good things?'

'Only good things. Always.'

You wanted to know more of what good things he was thinking about but it started raining. And although you were really enjoying the moment you shared, you knew you had to go and clear the table before it got wet.

'No!' Harry took your hand and brought you back to him quickly. 'Don't go yet. It's nice out here.'

'I know it is, Harry but it's also cold and everything will be wet.'

'And?'

'Well... you know... we have to tidy everything up...' You wanted to continue and explain to him properly why you had to get up and be responsible, but you had no words when Harry looked at you the way he did. Because nothing seemed bad enough when you were with him. If he didn't care about the mess and rain in the food and everywhere then who were you to care? Well... whatever. It kind of pained you to see the mess and not do anything. It took some real self control as you were looking upon it, but luckily your tiredness helped and you eventually averted your eyes from the table.

Harry could see the defeat in your face.

'Come to me.'

And just like the first time, you couldn't resist him.