Imagining One Direction

Nightclub With Harry

A/N: Warning-This imagine is a little frisky ;) Nothing too serious. Just a little interesting if ya know what I mean xx

"Ready Chlo?!" Harry shouts as he runs his fingers through his hair and adjusts his jean jacket.

"One sec!" You give yourself a quick last glance in the large mirror.

You can't seem to move as your eyes linger on your reflection. You scrutinize yourself as you second guess your outfit. The tight, hot red dress wasn't particularly revealing but it hugged all your curves making you feel a bit vulnerable and insecure.

You bite your lip in contemplation and you decide you should change.

Before you can pull your eyes away from your reflection you feel a pair of large strong hands snake around your waist.

“You look stunning.” He says sweetly in your ear. He kisses your temple softly. He can feel the insecurities radiating off of you.

“What do you see when you look in that mirror?” he whispers slowly. “

Just a plain girl standing next to a perfect boy.” You look down at the ground not being able to bear your own criticism anymore.

Harry spins you around and forces you to look up into his eyes. “Well I see the luckiest man on earth standing next to the most stunning, warm hearted, funniest person in the world. It still amazes me how you really don’t know how breathtaking you are.” He smirks at you, eyes full of desire, making your face heat up.

He still knew how to make you feel beautiful and wanted. His emeralds dance happily as he gazes at your face.

He leans down and gently cups your face as his lips come to yours. His pink pout barely grazes over yours, giving you goose bumps. As his lips lightly brush against yours, you feel his sweet breath on your waiting lips as he tries to steady his quickening heartbeat.

Even after three years, simply touching each other still set your passions aflame. Feeling his lean, fit body against yours still makes your head spin and your supple skin on his still causes his heart flutter.

You both are out of breath before even having your lips on each other and you both smile as he rests his forehead against yours.

“I didn’t even get to kiss you.” He laughs as he places your hand on his chest.

You grin at his erratic heartbeat as he puts his hand over your heart, as it tries to rip out of your chest. “Well as sexy as that fake-out make-out was, we’re going to be late. Let’s go.” You say as you put your heels on.

Harry helps you into your studded leather jacket and grabs the keys to his newest ride. You snatch up your clutch as Harry protectively grips your waist, his expression serious, remembering the awaiting mob. You peck his lips and nod as he pulls open the door.

Flashes and screams pour into your home before he closes the door behind you both.

Thankfully the bodyguards were already waiting and restraining all the girls trying to claw at you. You laugh loudly as Harry makes a comment on a fan wearing a Larry shirt.

You smile at the blinding pops of light as you finally reach his car. Harry helps you in before closing the door and you adjust to the complete silence that the vehicle provides.

You see Harry shake his hair as he walks in front of the car before grinning and giving the fans a big wave. You hear the screams intensify and some girls drop to the ground.

You shake your head in disbelief wondering how he chose you. The chaos pours into the car as he hops in and shuts the door, cutting the rope tying you to the real world.