One Direction Personal Imagines [CLOSED]

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This is for @Kat_Styles ! I hope you like it! Enjoy! Sorry it took do long, but it's finally up! xx

#imagine

"Harry! Stop it!" you exclaimed as Harry pushed you on the swing, though every time you swung towards him he tickled your sides.

You had taken a walk and ended up at the local park, where Harry had set up a romantic picnic for you. After eating all your favorite foods, you decided to play around for a little while before you walk back home. The first thing you did was run over to the swings. Harry willingly stood behind you and pushed but decided to liven things up by messing with you as you swung.

You swing back once more, and what do you know, he tickles you again. You squeal happily and decide to jump off the swing before he can do it again. Your landing isn't very smooth, and you end up falling to the ground.

"Brenda!" Harry calls out, running over to you. You suddenly get the idea to pretend to be quite injured just to see how Harry will react.

"Harry, my ankle.." you mumble in fake pain, rolling into the ground and clenching your teeth.

"Brenda, are you okay?" he asks, seemingly believing it.

"No," you grit out. "Wanna know why?"

He gives you a confused face but asks, "Why?"

"Because you," you slowly force out, "just fell for the oldest trick in the book." You burst out laughing and roll over to face Harry. He's smiling, too, and his hunched over you protectively.

"Smooth move, Brenda, smooth move," he states with a chuckle, helping you up. You brush yourself off and peck him on the lips.

"Thanks for being so concerned though, Styles," you joke, locking arms and walking down the path back to the picnic blanket. You plop down on the blanket and sigh heavily. Harry pretends like he's going to fall on top of you, but instead he dives to the side.

Giggling, you shove his shoulder and he dramatically pretends that you knocked him over. You roll your eyes, not realizing that Harry stole your jacket and is now running away. When you do finally realize, you quickly get up and run after him, laughing.

"Harry!" you call out, but he keeps running. He tosses your jacket over a high tree branch and finally stops running. You catch up to him, panting. "Harry, you know I can't reach that!"

"Oh yeah, I forgot you're shorty!" he teases, ruffling your hair.

"Harry," you whine, "get it down for me!"

"Oh, I'm good," he says, and starts to walk away.

"Harry!" you shout, hopping on his back.

"Brenda, what are you doing?" he questions, turning his head around as far as he can to look at you.

You wrap you arms tightly around his neck and your legs tightly around his waist. "I'm not letting go until you get my jacket down," you say abstinently.

"Fine," he says with a breathy laugh, walking over to the tree. "Uh oh, I can't reach it either."

"Harry!" you squeal, jumping off him and slapping him lightly. "Jump for it," you order him, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I still can't reach," he states after unsuccessfully jumping for it.

"How am I going to get it, then?" you ask, laughing at the predicament he got you in.

"Erm... Climb the tree?" he suggests, shrugging.

"You're joking, right?" you question incredulously.

"I afraid not, Brenda," he said with mock seriousness.

"Boo you, Styles. Give me a boost," you command, cracking your knuckles.

"Let's do this, poo," he said excitedly, forming is hands into a sort of step. You places your foot in his hands and raised your foot as high as he could. You could just barely reach the lowest branch so you grabbed on. Harry let go of your foot and readjusted so he could push you higher, and from there, you climbed the rest of the way to your jacket.

Not feeling that the branch was steady enough, you decided to stay near the trunk and just reach

out as far as you could for it. Your fingers locked on the sleeve of your jacket, and you gave it one hard yank. Too hard.

It knocked you off balance, and before you could catch yourself, you were tumbling off the branch. Letting out a screech and attempting to latch on to anything you could, you found yourself falling to the ground. Bracing for the impact of hitting the ground from your height, you stopped struggling and just let yourself drop. Just before you hit the ground, you felt strong arms wrap around you. It was Harry breaking your fall and taking the brunt of your momentum.

"Oh my gosh, Harry!" you exclaim, hopping off of him and kneeling over him. You're afraid he's really hurt, but he cuts the tension by breaking out in a fit of laughter. Relief floods your body, and you sit back on your heels, chuckling as well. Soon, as a release of all the nerves and adrenaline, you find yourself in stitches, lying on your back next to Harry and clutching your stomach.

"I think this is a pretty positive outcome for my first near death experience," you joke, finally being able to compose yourself.

"Yeah, I guess it is," Harry mutters, chuckling lightly a little longer.

Sitting up, you lean over Harry and murmur, "I didn't hurt you at all, did I? I'm glad you saved me."

"You didn't hurt me at all, and if you want to repay me, I'd be satisfied with a kiss," he states cheekily, looking from your eyes, to your lips, back up to your lips.

Instead of responding, you bend down and plant your lips on his. Your hands hold his cheeks still, and his hands are tangled in your hair. You can't resist smiling against his lips, but you still refuse to break away from the kiss. When you both separate for a breath, Harry stands up and extends a hand to help you.

"Ready to head home?" he asks with a beaming smile.

"Sure," you say, accepting your hand and pulling yourself up. You walk back to your house, hand in hand, joking and smiling the whole way home.

The end