Harry Styles Imagines

31 - Shaving

SHAVING

                                           "Y/N! Can you help me?" I hear Harry yell from the bathroom. Sighing, I get up from the couch, leaving my comfortable place in order to see what is Harry's problem now. I enter a steamy bathroom and see Harry standing in front of the bathroom mirror with only a towel around his waist.

 Little water drops are still running down his back and are dropping from his hair onto the floor. Harry holds a razor in his right hand and turns to me with a pout on my face.

 "I cut my chin," Harry pouts and I roll my eyes, "Can you do it for me? Please baby?"

 "Alright, alright. Sit down." I command and point at the toilet lid.

 Harry sits down with an obvious smirk on his pink lips. I take the razor from his hand and bend a bit to be on level with his face. Harry's eyes travel down to my breasts for a short second and a smirk appears on his lips. Shortly before I want to start, the razor incredibly close to his face, Harry pulls me down by my hips so I'm sitting on his lap.

 "Harry, I could have cut you!" I say, pulling the razor away.

 Harry shrugs with a smile on his lips. "Can I get a kiss before you start?"

 Rolling my eyes, I peck his lips before starting to shave his face, careful not to cut him. My hands are trembling a bit because the fear to hurt him with the razor is stuck in my head. And Harry does not make it easy for me as well. He keeps moving around, opening and closing his mouth, trying to kiss me, talking about random things.

 "Harry, shut up and stop moving." I tell him sternly and concentrate on the sharp thing in my right hand.

 But he ignores my command. "You look so hot right now, so concentrated." Harry whispers and his large hands rub over my thighs, up and down. I break into a smile and place the razor on the sink after I'm done. Finally giving him a longing kiss.

 The few stubble that I have missed scratch my skin a bit but I don't mind them at all. When my fingers gently touch his chin I can feel the wound underneath my fingertips. I immediately pull back and tilt his head back bit so I can observe the injury on his chin.

 "We need a..." I lean over to the side, still sitting on his lap as Harry voices under his breath about how I just pulled away and stopped kissing him. I rip open a package of band-aid's and apply one to the wound on his chin.

 "That looks stupid." Harry mumbles and wants to rip it off but I snatch his hand away.

 "You look stupid." I reply and Harry bursts out into laughter.

 "What a great comeback!" He mocks me and my fingertips trace over his collarbones as he places a kiss on my temple, "You're not really funny, are you, baby?" He teases and I roll my eyes.

 "You aren't funny as well," I say back and kiss him once again before I stand up, "with all your knock-knock jokes."

 "Guess, that's why we're such a great team." Harry answers and pulls me back on his lap to kiss me once more.