Harry Styles Imagines

15 ~ Kiss In The Rain

••KISS IN THE RAIN••

••PERSONAL IMAGINE••

"I never would have thought that Harry Styles is into romance movies." I tease him as he settles down next to me on the couch.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me." He replies with a cheeky grin and slings his arm casually around my shoulders.

"Oh, please. As if there would be anything interesting." I snort with an eye roll. "And besides, I'm pretty sure I know everything." I finish and turn to look at him.

"Oh, is that so?" He asks with raised eyebrows, his eyes holding a playful glint.

I nod my head and suck my bottom lip into my mouth, grinning up at him.

"Atheer, Atheer, Atheer." He shakes his head in fake disapproval. His lips curl upward and he leans forward, his face nearing mine. My breathing hitches and my eyes widen. I suck in a short breath and dig my fingernails into my palms that are already growing sweaty. Yes, I'm quite nervous. We're always messing around, but it's getting harder every time. Let me tell you one thing; it's not easy to hide one's feelings.

His green eyes bore into mine and his lips are still holding that mischievous grin. What is he going to do? His tongue darts out to wet his lips and I'm about to lose every ounce of self control. He inches closer and I swear, I can feel his hot breath fanning over my face. I swallow and glance down at his lips that are no longer set into a smirk, but slightly parted. I look up into his eyes just as he cups my face with his hand. I close my eyes and wait. For what, I don't know. A kiss, I guess. But I don't think that Harry would do that. I don't think that he likes me that way. And he has to have some feelings for me if he were to kiss me, because you can't just kiss someone without having feelings for them; that's what I think.

I hear him sucking in a breath and that's when I think that 'it' is going to happen, but his lips don't touch mine. Instead, I feel a soft kiss being placed on my cheek. I let out a shaky breath and lean lightly into Harry's touch. His lips withdraw from my cheek, but I decide against opening my eyes. As I feel his soft lips against my forehead I let out a content sigh. His lips leave my skin again and that's when I decide to open my eyes. His thumb rubs small circles on my cheek and his other hand rests on my knee. His hand falls back against his side and I rub my palms over my covered thighs.

"I'm..uh...gonna get something to drink." I stutter and rise from the couch. That little encouter left me breathless and flustered.

Damn you, Harry. Why did you do that?

When I return to the living room Harry has put in the DVD and tries to get the movie to play.

"Do you even know what you're doing?" I question with a raised eyebrow.

While I was getting our drinks I was thinking about how I'm going to act. I could have made everything even more awkward by not talking to him or stuttering the whole time, but I went for being -well, trying to be- normal.

" 'Course I know what I'm doing. I'm not stupid." He scoffs and presses a button on the remote.

"I know..just wanted to see your reaction." I shake my head and try not to laugh at his pouty lips.

"There, done." He waves his hand at the TV that is now playing 'The Notebook'.

"Oh my! You have to be a magician." I tease him and clap my hands together, my lips turned upward into a grin.

"If I were a magician, you wouldn't be here anymore, but on Mars." He narrows his eyes at me.

"Rude, Styles." I slap his shoulder.