Harry Styles Imagines

43 - Beach

BEACH

                                                     I make a huffing sound when I feel a heavy weight on my body. Without opening my eyes I know that it is Harry who tries to convince me—again—to play volleyball with him.

 "No, Harry." I say, not even giving him a chance to speak. Harry sighs and moves around so his head rests on my stomach.

 "Why not?"

 "I don't want to," I tell him, "I'm tired and I don't wanna be all sweaty after it." I say and eventually open my eyes to see Harry stretched out on our blanket that we spread out on the warm sand, his head resting on my stomach.

 "You're boring," Harry pouts and crosses his arms in front of his muscular chest, his muscles straining against his tanned and inked skin, "I thought we came to the beach to do something fun but you're just laying here, doing nothing."

 My fingers play with the little curls that peek out underneath his snapback. Harry turns his head but his eyes stay hidden behind his sunglasses. He crawls up to me and hovers with half his body above mine.

 "Harry, you're wet." I say and try to push him off me but he stays put, "Harry, look, I just wanna relax. You can lay here with me and enjoy the sun or you go back to into the water but get of off me, you're heavy." I say annoyed and take my sunglasses from my face to look at him.

 But Harry doesn't move, instead his hands wander up and down my in a bikini covered body. I shoot him a death glare, remembering him that we are on a public beach and that people can see us and our actions but he doesn't stop.

 "C'mon." Harry grins and places kisses all over my face and neck and even dares to go down to my chest but never kisses my lips. 

 "No, go away." I say although I feel like I start to be putty in his hands, "I don't think people enjoy watching us make out."

 "But I enjoy making out with you." Harry counters and pecks my lips several times. His hands rest on my waist as Harry kisses me gently and longer this time, his sunglasses slowly sliding down his nose, "Now, c'mon, let's have some fun at the beach."

 I roll my eyes when Harry jumps up and takes the ball to play volleyball from beside the blanket. Groaning, I stand up and follow him to the net where no one else is playing right now. I grip Harry's hand before he leaves for his side and pull him to me once again.

 "Give me one more kiss or I won't play." I say with raised eyebrows and Harry laughs before he kisses me tenderly so we can start our game.