Harry Styles Preferences xo

Hickeys.

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon, and you and Harry were enjoying sometime to yourself for the first time in what felt like absolutely forever.
"I've missed this." You say, caressing Harry's face.
"Me too, Bub." He replies, running his hand through your hair.

There is a beautiful silence for only a moment as it is disturbed by Harry's phone ringing.
"Are you going to get that?" You ask.
"Nope." He replies, shaking his head and smirking.
You smirk back.

"Do you know what I am going to do though?" He states, more than asks.
"No?" You respond, chuckling lightly, confused.
"I'm going to do this." He says, leaning in and kissing you passionately.
"Ooh, okay." You say, as you pull apart.
He leans in again, but this time his lips trail to your neck.
"People need to know that you're mine and only mine." He says, continuing his work on a constellation of dark hickeys, decorating your neck.
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