Harry Styles Imagines

(36) - the muscle and the brain

the muscle and the brain part 1

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"Okay so I planned the night perfectly.", Harry announced proudly, making Olivia raise an eyebrow.

"Enlight me, Styles.", his lips formed a smile and before he started talking, she sat in a comfortable position and let her eyes wander on him.

"So... I created a belt... And in every situation you'll be able to activate one specific weapon. Obviously, since the night is planned and nothing could go wrong, you'll be able to activate one weapon at time-"

"What if it doesn't go as planned?", Olivia raised an eyebrow and started sharpening her knives.

Harry shook his head and positioned his glasses on top of his nose.
"Nah, there's absolutely nothing that could go wrong.", Olivia rolled her eyes at his usual answer, while he examined the belt.

"That's what you said the last time and the time before and before. Causing me to almost die!", she exclaimed and stood up from her seat, dropping the knives to the ground.

"I told you I was sorry. There's no need to exaggerate.", he quickly said and stood up to walk towards her.

Slow, painful steps towards the woman who already had her eyes on him.
"Sorry for snapping.", Harry muttered quietly and let his hands familiarise with her hips. Quickly adjusting the belt around her waist, Olivia's fingers tugged his hair here and there.

"I'm sorry. I love you.", he kept talking quietly and kissed her cheek, before hiding his face in the crook of her neck.

"No need to apologise, baby. I'm aware that you're stressed out and I can't lie that I'm not too. It's quite... surreal.", she let her cheek rest against his head and pulled him impossibly closer to her body.

"Surreal?", Olivia nodded at his curious word.

"I have a bad feeling.", Harry loudly gulped and looked back at her, quickly adjusting his position.

"Don't worry.", he kissed her lips, cupping her cheeks. "Now, go put that pretty dress that I bought you.", he kept sending kisses to her lips, making her lightly laugh at his silly, persistent action.

"I don't think I'll be able if you keep kissing me.", she managed to throw the muffled words in between the laughter and kisses.

"I'll help you, then."

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"What's the guy's name again?", Olivia whispered to him in the back of a cab.
"No idea.", she glared at him, before his lips were closer to her ear.

"I'm not joking about that. He's recognisable, don't worry. Shoulder length, blonde hair and dark green suit. You can't miss him."

"What if I shoot the wrong person, Harry?!", Olivia hissed at him, making him roll his eyes.
"I'll show him to you, don't worry."

"With you repeating that word all the time my anxiety is fading away.", she sarcastically commented.
"I'm just reassuring my girlfriend.", Harry found himself rolling his eyes once again.