Harry Styles Imagines & One Shots 💓

Bully

"Harrryyyyyy, I demand you hand me back my brush!" I jumped up and down, trying to reach Harry's height with his arms outstretched upwards, my brush dangling at his fingertips.

"Come and get it then." Harry stuck out his tongue childishly and waved the brush even more vigorously.

After several attempts of jumping with no result, I went closer and stood on top of Harry's feet to give me some extra height, leaning on his firm body while reaching up as far as possible.

Harry seemed to be enjoying the view, what with my face so close to his. He kept trying to lean down to give me a kiss, but I kept dodging his lips just to get revenge.

"Get your stupid lips away from me, you bully!" I seethed at him, causing him to retort.

"You know there's another brush downstairs, right?"

"And you know it'll be faster for you to just hand me that wretched brush than me walking down the flight of stairs, right?"

"No, I don't know?" Harry smirked, testing my patience. He seemed to be in an extra playful and cheeky mood today.

"You're honestly hopeless...." I rolled my eyes at him before an idea flashed before my mind.

I immediately put my plan into action as I swiftly leaped up to our bed on one foot, gaining the height advantage. My perfect plan ends with me taking Harry by surprise and snatching the brush away from his hands, but as always, a plan doesn't always go as.... well, planned.

Maybe it was because my actions were too hasty, but I lost balanced while I'm trying to reach out for the brush. My body leaned forward and down as I let out a scream, waiting for what's about to come, which is not exactly pleasant just by thinking about it.

In a flash, Harry's strong and long arms wrapped around my waist tightly, bracing my dramatic fall onto the bedroom floor. By saving me, he dropped the brush and now that I'm in his embrace, my heart warmed. But am I going to show that? Hell nah.

I scrambled out of his grasp to grab my brush that was on the floor before getting captured into his arms once again.

"A kiss for gratitude would be nice, babe?" Harry suggested helpfully while I tried my hardest to pretend that embarrassing yet magical moment didn't happen.

"How about no?" I stuck my tongue out at him. "Harry the bully." I added later for effect.

Harry let out a whole-hearted chuckle and pouted: "But I did save your life.... What about Harry the hero? Same letters?"

I couldn't take it anymore and decided to give in by kissing him full on the lips. He held me close to him as he smiled into the kiss, savoring the moment.

I smiled at him and replied after we broke off: "Harry, my boyfriend."