Harry Styles Imagines

23 - Pizza boy (au)

PIZZA BOY

                               Only twenty minutes after I ordered pizza, the door bell rings already. With hope that the cute pizza boy from all the last times is bringing me the pizza I walk towards it. Before I open the door I adjust my shirt and sort my hair, wiping under my eyes to remove black mascara stains.

 Then, finally, I open the door and in front of me is, indeed, the very handsome pizza boy called Harry. He told me his name when he first brought me my pizza but I refused to tell him mine. And every time I see him I get a tingly feeling in my stomach and I could just stand there and watch him the whole night.

 "Hello, love." Harry says and winks at me, "Pizza again?"

 I just stare at him, unable to form a whole sentence. He is just so handsome with his messy curls framing his face. His green eyes piercing through me, looking at me in this overwhelming way. His pink and plump lips looking so kissable that I wish we would know each other a lot better so I could just kiss him. His voice sounding so deep and raspy, I wish I could record him so I can listen to him talking all day long.

  Harry hands me the warm pizza box and gives me one of his incredible smiles. I don't want him to leave already. I need to find a way how to make him stay here, five minutes longer are all I need.

 Luckily, Harry seems to think the same thing because he leans against the door frame and I catch him admiring my body from head to toe.

 "May I know your name today?" Harry asks with a boyish smile on his lips. I place the pizza box on the little dresser next to the door.

 "Hmm...I don't think so." I answer and try to hold back my grin. Harry, in front of me, pouts whereupon his lips looking even more kissable. 

 "How many pizza's do I have to bring you until you tell me your name?"

 "Who knows?" I reply and I dare to take step closer. Close enough to smell his manly and overwhelming scent. His muscles are straining against the tight shirt he is wearing. The little cap he is wearing on top of his head is making him look younger, like a little boy, if he weren't so broad and muscular. A few rings are adorning his long and slender fingers from his right hand that are playing with his bottom lip.

 "You cut your hair, right?" Harry asks and for a second I'm caught off guard. He has noticed that I have cut my hair even though it was like only the tips that went off.

 "I...uh...I, well...yeah, I did." I stammer.

 "You look beautiful." Harry says quietly, his voice sounding even deeper than usual. I didn't realize that I stepped even closer to him until there are only a few inches separating his body from mine. Harry stands straight up, towering over me due to his height.

 "Thanks," I say and start blushing, "Y/N." I tell him after a while and he raises his eyebrows.

 "My name's Y/N." I explain to him with a soft smile and he laughs gently.

 "Nice to meet you, Y/N." Harry whispers and leans a bit closer, so close that I can feel his breath fanning over my face. I close my eyes, only for a few seconds, and enjoy being so close to this handsome stranger that I funnily enough know so well, though.

 Harry surprises me by putting his large hands on my hips, pulling me just a tiny bit closer so his chest is pressed against mine. This is all I have imagined the past few weeks, since the first time he brought me pizza. And it feels even better than I thought it would.

 "May I try something?" His voice sounds breathless.

 "You may." I tell him. And I did expect him to kiss me but as soon as I feel his lips on mine it feels unexpected but so, so good. At first he is going slow, testing things out and I'm already now blown away. As weird as it should feel that I'm kissing a stranger, it doesn't. It does not feel weird a tiny bit.

 Slightly, he pulls away and I cannot do anything against the smile forming on my lips. Harry pecks my lips one more time before backing away a bit.

 "See you next time, Y/N." Harry winks at me and slowly goes away but I pull him to me once again, feeling the urge to have his lips against mine one more time. Of course, I could just order another pizza and he most likely will be the one to bring it to me but I want to kiss him just one more time until I will see him again.

 "Y/N." He laughs and I wish he would never stop saying my name. I told my friends about how handsome this pizza boy called Harry is and all they did was laugh, saying that all my fantasies "will never come true." But here I am, kissing him for the second time this day.

 "I'm gonna go now, love." He tells me again and squeezes my hip before backing away for the second time, "I hope I can see you again."

 I wish he would stay here and tell me about him because I really want to get to know him a lot better. I want him to know me better. I watch him leaving. My fingers automatically touch my lips, still feeling the pressure of his lips on mine. And if I'm certain in just one thing then it is that this guy has me wrapped around his finger.