HARRY STYLES - IMAGINES

A superbly savage show, HS

Ya'll. Rihanna. a qween. And Savage x Fenty is damn comfy, let me tell you. 

and also, this is not smut, (I can't writeeeeee itttttt as said) but it's somehow suggestive and also it was sort of a request but not quite. (@Golden_Harry I hope u like love💞) Another thing would be, that I haven't proofread it for a second and I don't know what exactly it actually is...I'm running out of "smart" things to say. Bye, kissy, nica. 

Lace, mesh, silk, satin, cotton...and that in all colours you could wish for, granting you to find one that'd fit your skin tone the best. I was in heaven and Harry...well Harry was certainly not. He sat on a chair in front of one of the changing room and glimpsed uncomfortably down on his phone. I knew that he dreaded the second someone would recognise him, though he was not the only man feeling slightly uncomfortable. Not because he was ashamed that he was in the pop up store (his words) but...and to be honest, he had tried to explain it to me several times before, I didn't really understood why he was so embarrassed slash not embarrassed but clearly not in his comfort zone. I mean yeah...a lingerie pop up wasn't the first place he'd visit on a rainy day, but since I (as well as he, for the records!) liked a good set of lingerie, here we were. Besides, this wasn't just any pop up store, oh no. This was the one and only Savage x Fenty by Rihanna pop up store. The one, that when I got the message that Rih would open up one in London for five days, I choked on my hot coffee and almost spilled it over my laptop. I knew that I would have to go...and so we went. And I was an absolute goner by now. I had tried on a wide variety of bras and bralettes already and I had a hard time choosing what would be worth my closet. Theoretically everything, I was just limited by the cute little price tag that tangled innocently in between the shimmering fabrics. Not that they were too expensive, they were far from overpriced, the decent part of my brain simply reminded me that money wasn't an unlimited source for me.

"Harry...what d'you think about that one?" I called out, carefully pushing the curtain aside. Harry's eyes flashed up, he blinked a few times quietly as his eyes wandered over the soft lavender coloured set, a lace bralette with a plunging neckline, a racerback silhouette and beautiful floral details. "I...it's very pretty one you." he commented with a boyish smile, peeking shyly from between his lashes. I grinned satisfied and looked back into the mirror. "Yeah, I like it too...let me just try on that shimmery one..." I heard Harry sigh softly and turned around. "I'm sorry babe...I'm done soon. Only two left, I promise." He just nodded, eyes flitting over my frame. I grinned smugly, grabbing the curtain. "Are you liking what you see?" I teased cheekily before closing the curtain. Harry just snorted. "Well, what do you think sweetheart?" I heard him mumble and couldn't help but chuckle softly, slipping into the grey ensemble. It was wireless, unlined and an all-over floral stretch of lace with glitter foil. Heavenly and so comfortable... "I really don't know H..." I sighed, turning in front of the mirror. "What?" he asked from outside and I carefully pushed the curtains aside again. "They are both really cute." He snorted again. "Yeah cute...wouldn't exactly be my choice of words, but whatever." I laughed, winking at him as I caught the soft blush creeping up his neck. "A-do-ra-ble Harry. That's what they are. But which one do you like better?" he frowned softly. "I don't know...why don't you take them both? It's not as if I would mind..." he added much more quiet and I laughed. "Bet you don't. But Harry..." I fumbled at the price tag, softly hinting at the issue. His eyebrows shot up. "You haven't really thought about paying yourself?" I tilted my head. "I have? I have worked a bit extra last week...and you know how I dislike it when you pay all my shit." Harry shook his head dramatically. "Just take'em both and stop worrying. I got it." I crossed my arms over my chest. "Harry! That's not what I want." He gave me a small grin. "Listen babe, how scary you can get, standing there in a shimmering bralette and matching panties is not adding to that bad gal image...I wouldn't consider myself scared right now." I snorted, partly amused partly annoyed. "Then what are you, Mister." He just arched an eyebrow. Realisation made my cheeks warm up. "I think you know and also, you are playing on it." The mischievous smirk that stole itself on my lips gave me away and he hummed confirmed. But who could really blame me? it was just a good feeling that I could get the man flustered and well (assuming I read him correctly) turned on, which had performed as if nothing was happening when a bunch of even lighter dressed VS models walked by. "Now get that last one on, put them in a bag and let's leave. Please babe?" The pleading urge in his voice made me soft. I nodded slowly. "But you really don't have to pay anything..." I started again, but Harry simply got up and pressed a kiss to my lips. "You're still an independent woman, dear. Consider it a gift...valentines." He grinned and I laughed. "That's a tad late, don't you think?" he waved it off. "Then let me spoil my wonderful girlfriend?" I smirked softly, giving up. "You're cheesy, curly. Love you." he shrugged softly. "N' you're hot. Now, hurry up, doll." I quickly nodded, closing the curtain hastily. Jesus how I loved this man.

 I carefully grabbed the soft lace from the last two-piece, a smirk appearing on my face. That last one...was something special. "I'm ready in a second H...it's from the Lacy, not Racy collection." I informed him before slipping in. It fit perfectly and I couldn't help but spin satisfied in front of the mirror. I had seen that piece on her website before, and I had toyed with the idea of buying it...I just never did. But when I saw it, displayed on one of the shelves I couldn't help myself. I had to at least wear it once. The Lacy, Not Racy crop cami by Adam Selman featured a trapeze silhouette and flyaway back, a not that subtle underboob (but decent enough in my opinion, the black top ruffle still covered everything) and was a mix between geo mesh and floral lace. However, the top was light and flowing but it wasn't too much material that you felt too hidden. Adding to that, was the black sheer fabric that gave the whole look a very flirty feel. Nonetheless, it was a PJ and despite being more on the sexy side, extremely comfortable and billowy. I loved it.

"H...what do you think?" Harry's eyes immediately widened and the green darkened, his lips parted with a soft plopping sound. There was a blush on his cheek and he gulped hardly, still not saying anything. "This...Jesus Christ." He breathed out, flustered, hot and embarrassed all at once. "It's...you look, w-wonderful." He then muttered, his eyes darting to the ground nervously. I tilted my head, a shit eating grin on my face. "It's quite comfortable though. I really see me wearing this to sleep." "T-To sleep?" Harry chocked out, his eyes still wide and dark. "Yeah why not?" I asked innocently, turning back to the mirror. He mumbled something under his breath and rubbed his palms together. "You have some drool on your chin H" I taunted and he looked up, narrowing his eyes at me. "And whose fault it that? Now get that off you little devil..." I giggled, leaning against wall. "You're so cute when you're flustered Harry." He just bristled and refused to look at me. "Get changed doll. I really would appreciate it if not everybody saw you like this..." he mumbled and I rolled my eyes. "Right, those women in here will absolutely fucking die at a pair of thi..." he snapped up at me again, getting up quickly. His eyes were even darker from up close. "I don't care about those women in here, frankly darling, they don't care either. But I do care about those other men drooling over you since I don't get myself to like that. Now get changed, let's pay and then leave. You are driving me insane!" he hissed under a low breath and I have never been more amused and...attracted in my life than right now. Jealous Harry was just something else. I batted my lashes innocently at him, my lips forming a pout. "I'm sorry babe..." he just kissed me quickly, shoving me into the changing room. "S' fine doll, just please...get that off?" he let out an deep breath and I tilted my head again. Him being putty in my hands like that was tempting. "Eager?" he snorted. "Smug?" I nodded with a laugh before pushing him through the curtain. "Have it your way Mister! I'm out in five."

I pressed a kiss on his cheek when he carefully slid his credit card back into his purse. "You're the best Harry." I coed softly and he wrapped an arm around my waist, guiding me out. "And you're the absolute worst. A true savage may I add." I laughed. "All credits to the amazing Rihanna for that." He laughed. "All complaints to her as well, I guess." I snorted softly, nudging his side. "We'll see how much you will complain tonight." He rose an eyebrow at me, a twinkle in his eyes. "My, my, my. Got big plans for tonight?" I shrugged, gripping the bag with my new treasures tighter. "I figured you deserve it." He hummed softly, pressing a kiss on my hair. "Agree. Hungry?" I nodded, leaning a bit closer towards his tall frame. "Yeah. I pay!" he rolled his eyes. "Babe..." I shook my head. "I pay. What do you want?" he gave me an amused smirk, shaking his head. "Anything the missus feels like paying. But something sweet, preferably." I nodded, but his suggestive tone made me snap up and arch an eyebrow at him. "Something sweet?" he grinned boyishly. "A little foretaste of what's to come for me..." he hummed and I hit his arm. "Harry!" he just laughed "Bloody pig." He flashed me a grin. "No lie! I know, believe me." He exclaimed and I shove him off, fighting the grin on my face as he simply tightened his arm around me and laughed his dimply laugh. 

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Taste like staaaawwwberries. Btw, for all the Londoners: on June 13, the pop-up shop will open its doors at Shoreditch Studios, for real.