HARRY STYLES - IMAGINES

Let me show you HS

ahaaaa hiiiiiii, (insert Nicki Minaj's bACK OiGAIN here pls). Requested by the lovely Mini_Peppermint ....I uh hope u like sweetheart. Listen, I couldn't get myself to actually write smut bUT it's something a bit more spicy than I think I would've written it usually? I tHINK? Maybe not. This took 360 years and I am so sorry. 

Being short had its advantages, most of the times however, it sucked. Rolling up jeans, having to deal with too long sleeves, tall people knocking you out of their way, having to jump to reach the top shelf in some supermarkets (sometimes not even that was good enough) and having to wear heels and use a chair when decorating the Christmas tree, those were the things I dealt with. Beside those challenges I faced due to my minimized size, People seemed to love pointing out the obvious: "Oh my god you're so cute!" "Are you even 5ft?" "You're so tiny!". Speaking of tall people, Harry loved to just randomly pick me up whenever he felt like transporting my stubborn ass anywhere. He also enjoyed using me as a armrest from time to time and whenever I was in a good mood and dancing around the kitchen, he couldn't help but hum the tunes of "Tiny Dancer" by Sir Elton John. Not that it hurt me, I learned to live with the fact that being tiny (or very tall I suppose) seemed to automatically turn you into a target for jokes. The only thing it did, was annoy me. Because frankly, I did not choose to grow the way I did, and having to wear 6 inch heels whenever I was not in the mood for commentary seemed highly unfair since those fuckers easily destroyed my feet. I really adored Ariana for putting up with this every day.

"Honey are you..." Harry stopped mid-sentence, a stupid smirk playing around his lips. I closed my eyes in annoyance, waiting for the teasing to start: Kneeling on the marble top of the washbasin in front of our huge mirror, the blush still in my hand I surely made a brilliant picture. Harry opened his mouth to say something, but in this moment I decided that today, I would have none of it. I was in a bad mood anyways, since my make-up refused to work out the way I wanted it to and I had to redo my lipstick two times already. On top of that was the second shoe of my favourite pair of heels nowhere to be found and I'd gained just a little bit of weight (how I discovered today) so the dress I intended to wear did not fit just as smooth as I wanted it to fit. "If it's about my height: save it. I fucking know, not everyone is fucking six feet tall and has a perfect fucking look over the whole damn...world okay?" I snapped angrily, closing the lid of my blush with a bit too much force. The tin slipped from my grip and slithered from off the counter just to smash down on the polished floor. "Fuck!" I yelled out, hopping off the counter immediately. Harry still stood in the doorframe, a slightly shocked expression on his face. The blush broke, of course it would. The powder was scattered into little pieces and the lid had a large, nasty crack going right through the middle. I could've cried I was so angry. And Harry still staring silently did not help at all. "What are you looking at?" I hissed, starting to pick up the pieces of my beloved powder blush. "I...I am sorry love. Can I help you?" he cleared his throat awkwardly, still trying to grasp the reason why I was so upset. "No." he sighed softly, dropping down on his knees next to me. "What did I do?" I ignored his question, hastily putting the make-up back into the tin and then got up. He sighed again, quickly reaching out for my waist to pull me back. "Talk to me please?" he begged again, looking up at me with big eyes. He had his arms now wrapped around my whole waist, resting his cheek now at the hem of my sweats. Short: it was impossible for me to walk away now. "I am just annoyed okay? Bad day." He frowned worriedly. "Sure?" I snorted softly, carefully wiggling out of his grip. "Let me go get dressed." Harry dropped his arms, letting me go without a second thought. At least he knew when to shut up and back off. I could hear him getting up in the bathroom, carefully entering the bedroom behind me. He dropped onto the bed, his phone in his hands. I carefully closed the zipper on the side of the dress I chose, slipping into the heels I found. They weren't nearly as comfortable as the other pair...I gulped annoyed, trying not to get me worked up over it again. A look in the mirror made me sigh softly. Something was missing...maybe a nice scarf would complete the look. My eyes wandered up the closet shelves, internally sighing. The scarf were right in the top shelves because I almost never wore scarves. This was why I had decided to move them up there to make up more room for things I wore on a daily. Harry must've followed my gaze up because I could feel him shift. "Can I get you something..." he started but I cut him off quickly. "I can get it myself. I am grown am I not?" Harry frowned softly. "Undoubtedly you are...but this has nothing to do with your height, doll." I just glared at him, not answering. I heard how he sighed before getting up and walked towards the bathroom again. Just seconds later he returned, carrying a stool. He placed it in front of me wordlessly, walking back to the bed again. I swallowed hard, feeling my anger slowly turning into regret for snapping at him like that. "Thank you." I mumbled under my breath, pushing the stool in front of the closet to finally get to my scarf. Harry just nodded slowly, a heavy sigh escaping from his lips. "Have I...offended you?" he asked almost hesitant and it made me feel even worse about myself. With a sigh I grabbed the scarf, stared at the soft fabric for a second before turning around to him slowly, still on the stool. "It's just that "little" thing. I know you are not trying to embarrass me or be mean to me on purpose but...I didn't choose to be like I am and I can do nothing against that." I started carefully, avoiding his eyes by carefully stepping off the stool. Harry had straightened himself up, brows furrowed softly and bottom lip sucked in slightly. "I just...like I fucking had it being half as tall as anyone else!" that maybe was a bit exaggerated, but it really was how it felt like. "And I don't wanna be cute all the time!" I breathed out frustrated, looking up at him for the first time without feeling embarrassed about opening up finally. Harry slowly got up, reaching for me slowly. "I am sorry babe." He sighed, wrapping his arms around me. "It's fine Harry just...it's not one of my features I am very confident about and not the one I want people to point out all the time." Harry pouted slightly before very softly placing his lips on mine. "I understand that...and I am sorry for not noticing that making you uncomfortable. I can only tell you that I never ever said it to make you feel less good about yourself or insecure. I fucking love you, with all that is you, your height included." A smile softly formed itself on my lips as I reached up to him for another quick peck. "I'm glad to hear that." He just hummed, following my lips down, not breaking the kiss. "And just so you know...cute is not exactly how you look all the time." My eyebrows slowly wandered up. "Yes?" he grinned slyly before kissing me again, a tad more eager than before. "Jump." I chuckled against the kiss before doing as he told me. I wrapped my legs quickly around his waist and Harry's arms tightened around me, securing me. "Another thing why I love your absolutely perfect height." I couldn't help but grin at that. "Now?" I asked innocently, parting carefully. Harry huffed before quickly closing the gap between us again. "Let me show you, yes doll?"

Harry had always been a good kisser, very loving and often gentle...but he had an undoubtedly naughty and willing tongue. It made me almost dizzy how he kissed me now, feeling how his own breath deepened made everything way hotter. His one hand carefully slid down my spine, making me gasp lightly as he managed to singlehandedly hold me up and press me even closer to his body. He chuckled softly against my parted lips catching my quick breaths with an amused twinkle in his eyes. "Now doll...I could continue, but I believe that we won't be on time for my mother's lovely dinner..." I sighed, feeling almost disappointed that the day wasn't over yet. Harry on his part wasn't making things easier by very carefully kissing along my jaw before going back to my lips, teeth grazing my lower lip. "I..." he only laughed softly lowering me back down, right on the stool that was still standing there. "Guess I'll have to be the uh, bigger person in this situation now. Pun intended." He winked before letting me down fully and walking towards the door, heading towards the coat rack. I gasped softly, giving his back an outraged look before (very maturely) sticking my tongue out. "Come on now doll, get your sexy ass over here we need to get going..." "Big fucking dick." I mumbled, cheeks hot and flustered. Harry raised his eyebrows at me. "Fantasizing now? Don't worry doll, you'll get put to bed soon enough." My eyes widened at his words and I was only glad we were alone. "Harry!" he just winked cheekily, unlocking the door as if nothing happened. 

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am i a sucker for harry being a cocky little shit? Perhaps. 

xo Nica (who has NOT proofread this despite the ages she took writing it)