Harry Styles Imagines

10 ~ Photobooth

••PHOTOBOOTH••

••PERSONAL IMAGINE•• 

 "Please, Tala." Harry tugs at my arm and looks back at me. 

"No." I whine and try to get my hand out of his grip.

"Why not?" He moves to stand in front of me, still grabbing my arm tightly.

"Because I don't look like photo material right now." I explain.

You see, Harry and I went to the cinema. Movie's over now and I'm ready to go back, but Harry spotted a photobooth and now he won't stop bugging me.

"Yes, you do. You look absolutely gorgeous." He smiles and pecks my lips.

"Harry." I sigh, but can't suppress the smile that's tugging at my lips.

"Please, baby." He pouts at me.

"Fine." I murmur and shake my head at him. I mean, how can you say 'no' to that face?

"Yay." Harry smiles widely, both dimples showing.

Harry tugs at my arm again and we start walking. He leads the way and I trail behind him. We walk down the corridor and round the corner and come face to face with the black box. Mentally, I'm already planning on running away from this stupid photobooth, but I can't do that. Just seeing Harry's eyes light up  like a little kid's on Christmas Eve is enough to go through that. I don't even know why I think it's that bad. It's not going to kill me right?

"Come on." Harry grins and moves the curtain aside and steps into the booth. I follow suit and now we stand in the small 'room', almost pressed up against each other. Harry inserts a coin and pushes a few buttons.

"Do you even know what you're doing?" I raise my eyebrows and try not to laugh.

"Yeah. Thank you very much." Harry replies in a playful manner. 

I stand there with my arms crossed over my chest, watching Harry. He's chewing at his bottom lip and pokes his tongue out ever so often. He runs his hand through his hair and lets out a sigh before he turns to me.

"Need help?" I smirk.

"Yes." Harry mumbles.

"Aww, Harry." I lift his chin. "You don't need to be embarrassed." I tease him and poke his cheek where his dimple is supposed to be.

He rolls his eyes, but smiles nevertheless. I turn away and focus on the buttons, trying to get the thing to work. 

"Harry." I giggle as he wraps his arms around my waist from behind.

"I really like you." Harry whispers in my ear, pressing a soft kiss against my neck afterwards.

A shiver runs down my spine and Harry tightens his grip around me as I let out a shaky breath.

"I-I really like you, too, Harry." I reply quietly and snuggle further into his body. 

We've been together for about 2 and a half months, but we had yet to exchange 'I love you's. I don't know if Harry loves me, but I know for sure that I love him. He's everything I could ask for. He's sweet, caring, adorable, protective, funny, loving and he's all mine. And I love him; good god, I really love him. It literally hurts to be seperated from him. I practically can't go a day without Harry. It's hard to fall asleep without him, it's hard to not being able to feel his protective arms around me. Let's make it short; it's hard being without him.