Harry Styles Imagine

Sometimes I just get jealous

Part 54;

Hailie and Harry spent the next two weeks keeping themselves very busy. In week one alone, they went swimming in their private pool, they dove off the pier, Harry took Hailie skydiving, as it had been on her bucket list ever since she was around thirteen. They went pier jumping on Sunday, one of Hailie's favourite days. As they were drying themselves and putting on their clothes, Harry suggested they go sight seeing. "yeah! Definitely!" Hailie exclaimed. She was excited about this idea. "we are in Italy after all" just as they walked into the touring office, the young woman sitting at the desk greeted them excitedly. Luckily, Hailie was fluent in Italian. " Benvenuti in tour in Italia, ¿come posso aiutarti?" Hailie smiled. "Ciao, ci piacerebbe un tour di tutti deve vedere attrazioni qui a Venezia, ¿e per favore potrebbe darci una mappa a un centro commerciale?" the woman smiled. "your girl, she has very good Italiano, no?" she said to Harry. Harry slung his arm around Hailie's shoulder. "she's my wife, and she's amazing" Hailie giggled, blushing. Taking the map and the guided tour, Hailie thanked the receptionist, and they left.

It was now eight o'clock Italian time, Hailie and Harry were walking around the shopping centre, Hailie's right hand in Harry's left, her left hand on his firm bicep. They walked into a small boutique. "Benvenuti! Posso essere di aiuto?" the woman at the till chirped. Hailie waved her hand. "No, grazie, ma vi farò sapere se abbiamo bisogno di nulla!" she nodded, and began to type on her computer. The man beside her didn't say anything. Harry eyed him up and down. He knew he was staring at his wife, and he didn't like it. Harry pulled Hailie into his grasp. "oo! Ookay! Hello!" She giggled. Harry didn't say anything. He simply crashed his lips to Hailie's. it was a rough, jealous kiss, and Hailie didn't like it. She tried to part their lips, but Harry simply pulled her closer, slinging his arms around her neck and kissing her harder. Hailie couldn't breathe and by the sounds of it, neither could Harry. Someone tapped Harry's shoulder. Harry moaned, and parted their lips. He looked to his right. Standing there, tapping his foot impatiently, was the man at the desk. He was Harry's height, tanned, with jet black straight hair, slicked back with wax. He had bright green eyes and a devilish smile. Not that he had smiled much since they came in, that is. "yes?" Harry said, like he had just interrupted something important. "Non baciare in negozio, la nostra politica" he smiled and pointed to a sign which pretty much said the same thing. Harry looked at Hailie, confused. "Mi dispiace molto, abbiamo appena vado ora" the man nodded, and returned to his post behind the counter. Hailie waved to the woman as they left, who smiled and waved back. Hailie burst into a fit of giggles as they returned into the cool air of the evening. "it's not funny!" Harry pouted, but ended up chuckling himself. Hailie gripped his hand. "c'mon, let's get you home, someone's going to pop up any minute and he can only be seen behind closed doors" laughing, they got into their rented car again and drove back to their villa.

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Oh Harry, ever so protective :')

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