Harry Styles Imagines

[07] Embarrassing Moment.

Harry frantically searches around our bedroom. Opening all the drawers we own multiple times then slamming them shut again, groaning in frustration.

"Harry, what's wrong?" I look up from my laptop, I sit on our bed keeping my eyes on his moving body.

"We need to go, get ready!" He snaps at me, grabbing his car keys and brown suede chelsea boots making his way downstairs.

I scoff at his demanding rules, grabbing my shoes and phone following his quick steps.

What has got him so worked up.

He pulls into a local drugstore, the car engine coming to a stop. He sighs, taking his keys out. "We- well I need condoms," he looks next to me smiling, his mood completely changed compared to the way he was acting back home.

"So why couldn't you go without me? Do I need to hold your hand?" I give him a sarcastic sympathetic face as he rolls his eyes.

"No, I thought you could help me. You're the one that'll be having the luxury of feeling it," he smirks at me.

I scoff getting out of the car. "C'mon then you big baby," He furrows his brows.

"Hey," he looks at me unimpressed, not wanting me to lower his ego of him being a confident man.

Harry quickly follows, locking his car and doing a quick jog over to me.

We walk down the aisle full of different types of condoms and other sexual pleasures. The cashier keeps an eye on us as Harry is looking awfully nervous for someone who seems so confident.

He starts pressing his body up against the back of mine, giving us each no room to walk normally, I turn around to look up at him. "Stop doing that, you look like you're about to become a theif," I slap his chest lightly, stepping away from his proximity.

He nervously scratches the back of his head, look around to see if anyone is in the same area as us.

I scan over his face, his eyes full of regret for even bothering with this idea. He seems so desperate to get these condoms and leave the store.

An older lady comes walking down the aisle, she looks at the different medication stacked up on the shelf behind us. Harry forms his lips in a line, nodding at her.

I shake my head at him trying to act so casual. I scan over the sexual health items.

I raise my voice, speaking louder so the older lady can purposely get a listen into what I'm about to say. "I think these will be perfect, extra small right?" I smile innocently holding up the box in Harry's face. The lady turns her head quickly towards us and giggles slightly, putting her hand over her mouth to suppress her louder outburst.

Harrys eyes widen, grabbing the box from my hand and putting it back on the shelf quickly. His cheeks flush with a deep red as he tries to explain himself to the women.

He nudges me, my laughing comes to a stop. "I can not believe you!" Harry holds my wrist, pulling me closer to him in a harsh manor. He leans forward whispering into my ear, "that's so fucking embarrassing,"

I mean thats the whole point Harry.

The lady walks off still laughing to herself after grabbing her items.

"Fucking hurry up then. You dragged me here when you could have got them yourself, you're a grown man!" Harry rolls his eyes bending down to look at the lower shelves.

Whilst Harry and I had our little disagreement, another person comes down the aisle, he looks around the same age as Harry and I. I saw the smirk on Harry's face, he looks up to me holding a different box of condoms.

He raises his voice, "should we try these out in the back of my car" he turns his head to the window, looking out at his car parked outside the store.

The young man let's out a loud cackle as he studies the back of a medicine bottle.

"Harry!" My hand smacks his balls, embarrassed from his comment.

He gasps at the unexpected move, crouching over at how much pain he is feeling. "What was that for!" He says through the pain, his face scrunches, his lips forming in a thin line. I smirk, grabbing the box and putting them back apologising to the man behind us both.

"Look, just get them and let's go. I'm never going anywhere with you again," I fold my arms, scanning my eyes over another box of condoms. He nods, slowly standing back up so he can grab the box. He composes himself, fixing his crotch as he tries to walk it off like normal.

"C'mon on then trouble," he starts walking to the cashier as I trudge along.