Harry Styles Imagines

Library

"Harry, will you help me, please?"

You ask him, unable to find this damned book. You've been looking for a good 10 minutes, looking back at Harry a few times. He was casually looking through the books, he even dropped one and the look on his face was priceless as he scrambled to pick it up.

Harry strides over to you with those long, skinny legs. You can't help but watch him, mesmerized. He's so..perfect. You're still not used to him, can't grasp the fact that he's yours.

"What's it called, babe?" he asks you.

"Looking for Alaska, by John Green." you answer, looking up at him.

His lips curl into a smirk, "Alaska. The country? Isn't that in the northern hemisphere?"

His smirk turns into a smile, showing his deep dimples and shining white teeth. Just him standing in front of you is enough to make you weak in the knees.

You slap him playfully and he starts laughing, loudly. You quickly cover his mouth with your hand. "We're in a library!" You jokingly whisper/yell.

Harry lifts his hand and gently removes yours, giving you chills. Every touch is like the first time.

He smiles down at you, his eyes twinkling, and you feel yourself already smiling without even realizing.

"Why don't we look for the book now..?" he says, breaking the moment.

You watch him as he focuses on finding your book. His eyebrows furrow with intent as he scans the shelf, and he bits his lip in concentration.

"Ah, found it." he exclaims with pride.

You go to take it from him, but he pulls his hand back.

"Can I have it please..?"

"Kiss me."

"Harry, stop." you say.

"I guess you don't want the book then!" he says like a child.

"Harry. Please?"

"Not until you kiss me."

You give him a look, and he smiles in return.

You roll your eyes and lean in, pecking his lips softly and quick. You're not much for PDA.

"Okay, can I have it back now, please?" you jokingly plead.

"Nope, that wasn't a kiss. That was a peck. C'mon..you know you want to," he winks.

"Forget it,Harry." you say, getting annoyed with his childish cheeky banter.

You go to turn, but he grabs your arm and pulls you behind the row of shelves. He has you under his grip, foreheads touching.

Harrys lips meet yours, hungry and soft and warm and perfect. He drops the book, holding you with both hands, one around your neck and one on your waist. Your tongues intertwine, deepening the kiss. You're losing control, losing your thoughts.

After what seems like only a second, he pulls away. Same cheeky smile on his face, he leans down and grabs the book.

"Here," he says as he places the book in your hands and walks toward the counter, leaving you breathless.