Harry Styles Imagines

66 - Icy hours

ICY HOURS

                                                        Harry holds my left hand with both of his large one's. His fingers are just as cold as mine but still he is trying to warm not only my fingers but also his. It's an icy December night and our car ran out of gas so we had no other opportunity than trying to find a bus stop so we will be home soon.

 Harry suggested to stay in the car and just sleep there but I didn't wand to spend this cold night in our cold car. Our car is already so old, even the heater doesn't work anymore.

 "I don't think I've ever witnessed such a cold night." I mumble and lean into Harry's tall body. My head leans against his upper arm as he still holds my hand with both of his.

 "That is probably because you are wrapped in thousand blankets every night."

 "I hate the cold." I reply and Harry nods.

 "I know," He replies, "But I'd prefer a cold day over a burning hot one every day."

 "No, never."

 "You'd rather sweat than freeze?"

 "No." I frown. I don't like either but I rather have it warm than cold.

 Harry sees a bus stop with a bench and roofing above it. Quickly, he pulls me with him and puts me underneath the roofing. He checks when the next bus is supposed to arrive and growls under his breath.

  "We could have waited an hour in our car," Harry says and sits down next to me on the bench, "The next bus arrives in an hour and a half. Now we can freeze our butt's off."

  Harry crosses his arms in front of his chest and pulls his up his shoulders to bury his nose in his scarf that is decorated with a few snowflakes. I wrap my arm around Harry's and lean my head on his shoulder.

 "Sorry." I whisper as my teeth chatter. Now that we are not moving anymore, the coldness of the floor slowly seeps through my shoes and crawls up my body. A gust of wind blows around the bus stop and makes scary noises as we sit in here in the dark and cold.

 "Come here." Harry says and pats his lap. I obey and climb into his lap, leaning my body against his, "We should have brought gloves with us."

 "We should have topped up the car or at least look if the gas would have been enough to get us back home."

 "Next time." Harry mumbles and I turn my face a bit so I can watch his. His nose and cheeks don't have that rosy, adorable touch anymore but they are no a deep red. A few snowflakes got stuck on his eyelashes and he tries to blink them away. His brown curls are decorated as well with the tiny snowflakes. His usual soft and pink lips, now look split and blue.

 "Your lips are so blue." I whisper and touch them with my cold fingertips. Harry puckers up his lips to a small smile.

 "Probably because I'm cold." Harry responds, "Yours are blue too, baby."

 "Maybe we should warm." I suggest and adjust my sitting position a bit.

 "Do you think this is the right place to make out?" Harry asks impish and I nod eagerly, "Then come here." Harry says and pulls his hands out of the pockets of his coat to pull me close to his face by my cheeks.

 At first it is cold meets cold. Both our lips are numb by the coldness and it is weird to move them against something that is cold too. But soon our lips slowly warm up and Harry's lips feel like his lips again. Our kiss becomes gentle but also impatient. I bury my hands underneath his coat and press it against the thin fabric of his shirt.

 In shock, Harry pulls away and looks at me, "That wasn't very nice of you, baby."

 "But my hands are so cold." I mumble and lean in for another kiss. Harry only gives me a quick peck and leaves me craving for me of his now warm lips.

 Harry takes out his phone and checks the time, "Hey, only one hour and twenty minutes and then we're in our warm home."

 That is when I realize that I forgot something, "Harry?" I ask innocently and he raises his eyebrows, "It won't be very warm at home."

 "Why not?"

 "I might have forgotten to turn the heater on." I mumble into his coat and feel Harry sigh.

  "Well then we go straight to bed and make it ourselves comfortable underneath the hundreds of blankets you've brought into our bed," Harry says and kisses the top of my head, "Or I will snuggle underneath the blankets and you'll make us tea."

 "But it's gonna be cold in the kitchen." I complain and pout, lifting my head a bit so I can look at Harry again.

 "Well, who forgot to turn on the heater? You, exactly. So you can suffer some more before you're allowed to come into our warm bed."

 "You're a jerk." I laugh and kiss him once more before I press myself closer against his broad body and keep waiting for our bus to arrive.

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I'm sorry the update comes so late but I had no wifi for the past three or four days (worst punishment ever, so guys don't make your parents mad)

By the way, please check out my new story 'BLAZING FEAR'. It's gonna belong to the genre paranormal, so something new.

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