Harry Styles Imagines

28 - Capturing

CAPTURING

                             A soft cushion hits Harry's head when he tries to take another photo of me with his phone. All day Harry has been chasing me, always having his phone within reach to take photos of me. I would have been okay with it every other day but not when I haven't put on any make up and are simply dressed in some shorts and a shirt of Harry which is way too big for me.

 "Baby, please just one more!" Harry begs and crawls over to me on the couch. He holds his phone in front of my face but I turn away and cover my face with both my hands.

 "I said no!" I say frustrated and get pulled onto Harry's lap after I tried to get up from the couch. Pouting, I cross my arms in front of my chest and Harry wraps both his arms around me, resting his chin on my shoulder. He holds the phone up and takes a selfie from the two of us. I try to delete it but Harry stretches his arm out so his phone is out of reach for me.

 Sighing I turn a bit, so I'm still sitting in his lap but can look at him. I see a huge smile on his full lips as he admires the photo of the two of us. All of a sudden he holds his phone up again and snaps one of me.

 "Harry! I said no more photos!" I exclaim and try to snatch his phone out of his hand again, "You already have like five hundred photos of me!"

 Harry smiles and scrolls down in his album named 'Y/N' to see how many photo's he has taken. "I only have 856 pics of you and I can tell you that they are certainly not enough for me when I'm away from your for months."

I roll my eyes and Harry pulls me closer so my head leans against his chest. He places a few kisses on my head whereupon I bury my head in his shirt, smelling his manly and overwhelming sent. Through closed eyes I see how it suddenly gets brighter around us and I know Harry took another picture of me.

 "Harry..." I sigh and nuzzle my head even more into his chest and curl into a ball in his lap.

 "I'm just so overwhelmed by your beauty I need to capture it whenever I have a chance to do so," Harry whispers against my ear, "And I'm just so in love with you that I don't wanna look at everyone else."

 "I love you." I whisper and Harry hugs me tigher.

 "And I needed a new Lock and Home Screen," Harry tells me and I turn my head a bit to look at his phone where he shows me the old photo's of me, "Look, these pics are from, like, two weeks ago!"

 His words make me a smile and I lift my head to kiss his lips. I move around a bit to straddle him. My face cup both his cheeks as we share a passionate kiss. But all of a sudden I feel his hand, where he holds the phone, rise again.

 "Harry, I swear if you—" But Harry snaps a picture before I can finish my sentence. I immediately take my lips away and glare at him, "You're such an idiot."

 "I can live with that," Harry shrugs, smiling satisfied, and presses me against his body, "Because I know you love me, though."