Harry Styles Imagines

watermelon sugar

Description - you're on the set of the watermelon sugar music video

To be woken up to the sight of a sleeping Harry Styles was but a dream to some. However, for you it was a blissful reality.

The way his skin glistened in the morning sun was magical. The embedded ink, of his tattoos, just added to the masterpiece that his flawless body was. You often felt smug at moments like this. You were the only one to get to see him like this. You were the only one that knew the meaning to every single tattoo written into his skin. You even knew where the secret tattoos were.

It was nice having him next to you, for a change. Having him away on tour, for months on end, became very lonely and miserable - but something that couldn't be helped. You were in the midst of trying to find a job, after finishing your PhD, so you were constantly rushing around for interviews - meaning you weren't able to join Harry on tour. Having him next to you made the bed more comfortable too. You two were currently in his villa in Malibu, in order to shoot his new music video, and no matter how often you complained about the bed Harry didn't change it.

It was too soft - just like you.. But if it meant getting to sleep next to your gorgeous boyfriend then so be it.

You admired his peaceful state for a little while longer, before deciding it was time to get up. Quietly shuffling out of the warm sheets and in to the awaiting air-conned room, you sat up in bed with legs dangling over the edge of the bed. You let out a small yawn, but unfortunately one that was loud enough to wake up Harry.

"Umm, where do you think you're going?" He asked you, in his gravely morning voice.

"To get up and start the day." You replied stupidly, not seeing how Harry could mistaken your actions for anything else.

"Absolutely not." Harry grumbled before slinking his arm around your waist and pulling you, harshly, back down against the bed. You tried to get back up again but Harry was having none of it. Wriggling out of his hold only made his grip tighten on you.

"Harry! We have things to do!" You laugh into your sigh. He didn't verbally respond but gave you a soft hum, which was your sign to stop your restraining and give in to him. You did a different shuffle and moved so you were half laying on top of, and half laying off, Harrys body. Harrys hands moved over your body until they find a happy place to settle - which so happened to be your lower back and leading to your behind.

"Talk to me." Harry mumbles, from where he's trying to stuff his face into your neck, sending cool shivers down your spine.

"Haz. If I talk to you you're going to go straight back to sleep, which we don't want." You stated, earning a childish moan from Harry.

"You're so mean to me." He pouts.

"I know. So horrible that you saying that to me has lost your chances of kissing me today." You smugly say, which earns a quick head rise from Harry out of your neck. You strain your neck to look at him and he's wide eyed looking at you.

"You wouldn't dare." Harry challenged.

"Or would I?" You contradicted.

Harry gave you a smug smirk now. Within the second Harry had managed to place his hands on your hips, push you off him to then push you under him, and end up with him, very closely, hovering over you.

"Don't push me, darling." Harry teased, and made sure you were securely under him - not only to keep you from escaping but to keep you from falling out of bed.

"You were the one calling me 'mean'." You reminded him, pouting your lips and furrowing your eyebrows as your plan to make him feel guilty.

"But you denied me kissing you, and you know that's my favourite thing to do." He says in his remained deep and stoic voice.