Harry Styles Imagines

8| Don't Let Me Go II

                        "You're just making it over dramatic!" Harry protests causing a pissed off look on Y/n's face. He puts his hands up in surrender and wraps his arms around her.

Narrowing her eyes at him, she exclaims, "That's exactly how it happened!" Y/n scolds him.

"Ok, ok," he mumbles and snuggles his face into her neck. Liam and Louis look at each other, while Niall continues to eat the muffins.

"I'll tell it from here," Harry proposes y/n nods in response to his suggestions.

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"Fucking hell!" Harry kicked the wall with his shoe, which made a hole.

"Don't be mad Harold," the girl purred while running her fingers along the nape of his neck. Then a flashback is shown through his mind.

"So your full name isn't Harold?" Y/n asked as she chopped some lettuce.

Popping the 'p,' he says, "Nope."

"Lies, all lies Harold," she smirked and as she said that, she cut her finger. She dropped her knife in shock. In instinct, she turned away from the cutting board.

"Ow," she whined. Harry ran over to her the second he heard her cries for help.

"Are you ok?" He asked, inspecting the wound. She nodded and walked over to the sink.

Harry simply smirked at her. When she noticed him staring, she looked towards him, "what?" defensive, she asked.

"Nothing, it's just the universe telling you to not call me Harold," he laughed. Y/n slapped his arm while attempting not to laugh.

"Rude," she smiled a bit. The avoid the subject, she wrapped her finger in a paper towel. Harry apologized and kissed her temple.

"Don't call me that," Harry growled at her. The girl didn't look phased at all, so she pressed kisses onto his back.

"Just give me the damn cookbook," the cookbook from Ratatouille, to be exact. Before Harry could get his hands on it, she dangled it over his head.

"Gotta kiss me first," she smirked.

In response, Harry rolled his eyes, "for fucks sake," he cursed. Harry grabbed the closest thing to him which was a flower vase with y/n's favorite flowers in them and threw it at the woman. The vase broke before her, causing her to be drenched in water.

The lady gasped and Harry grabbed the cookbook from her, along with her stuff, "take your stuff and leave. We made a deal. Go!" Harry angrily commanded. Scared half to death, the lady left sobbing.

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"Harry! You didn't tell me that side of your story! Awe!" Y/n gasps. With admiration in her eyes, she leans over and kisses Harry straight on the lips. The two begin to make out on the couch, then Y/n decides to climb on him and cup his cheeks.

Niall slightly chokes on the muffin, "Oi! We're eating here!" He exclaims with his voice a bit scratchy.

Y/n pulls away and properly sits on Harry's lap. Blush then, begins to creep among her porcelain skin at the comment.

"Nah you guys are good. I'm enjoying the show," Louis winks at y/n. Harry growls at Louis, but y/n calms him down.

"Anyway. I'll put another batch of muffins in the oven," y/n's eyes widen as she makes her way to the kitchen.