Harry Styles Imagines and one-shots.

Shaving and Photography

I think everyone, even the most introverted of us, has the secret dream of traveling around in a caravan with our best friends. To make memories on the open roads, visiting landmarks, and of course, there had to be the mandatory bonfire and guitar playing. Well, I was finally doing it! My best friends Lorenzo and Daisy had organized it. They'd also invited Lorenzo's college friend, Harry, and another girl named Cassie, who I'd met a couple of times.

Harry was almost a complete stranger, but I'd gotten to know him better since we'd been kinda living together for the few weeks. Harry was sweet, charming, smart, kind, and honestly, dead sexy.

"Y/n can you help me a moment," Harry called from his small corner in the caravan.

"Coming," I called. I ran over to the door and opened it.

"Um, y/n," pink, colored Harry's cheeks.

"Yeah, Harry?" I said questioningly.

He nodded towards me with his head, and then adverted his eyes. I looked down at myself. I realized I'd forgotten to button up my flannel the whole way, and my black bra was showing.

"Oh sorry," I laughed, fixing the issue.

"Now," I said putting my hands on my hips. "What did you need?"

He gestured to his face that was half covered I'm shaving cream.

"Lorenzo's got the bathroom, so I decided to shave here, but I haven't got a mirror. Can you just clean up the bits I didn't get?" He asked, his cheeks were still pink. I couldn't tell if it was from the bra incident, or the newly posed question.

"Of course," I said a bit awkwardly. I sat on the small bed with him.

"So do I just?" I said cautiously picking up the razor. "I'm not sure how to..."

"You've got to come in closer," Harry chuckled.

"Oh, um, okay," I nodded, moving in slowly. I was practically straddling him when I was finally close enough. Harry hadn't missed much, which relaxed me a bit, I didn't want to knick him at all.

"Are you sure about this?" I breathed. Harry's green orbs looked up into mine. He held my gaze for a minute, before nodding.

I gently pulled the razor across his face, clearing away the stubble. He coached me a bit as I finished it up.

"Beautiful," he complimented, running a hand over his smooth face.

"Thanks so much," he grinned.

"No problem," I smiled back.

....

Later that day we were checking out the local museums. Harry and I seemed to be appreciating it the most of anyone.

The way was sort of cool, and grey, and windy. My long maroon sweater was comfortable, and the company was nice, the day was just really wonderful.

Eventually Lorenzo, Daisy, and Cassie started complaining they were hungry. Harry and I wanted to keep looking around. Harry and I decided to walk along the scenic bridge, while the others went further into the city. We lazily strolled past the river, as the wind tangled our hair. I stood against the railing, staring out at the lights reflecting on the water.

"It's so pretty here," I said admiringly.

"Look, Harry, ducks!" I pointed to the mother ducks and her babies.

"Aw," Harry commented, but he sounded a little distracted.

"Harry?"

I turned to see that Harry was snapping photos of me with his Nikon.

"Harry!" I said indignantly.

"You looked so beautiful!" Harry grinned. "I had to capture the moment!"

"Let me see that picture," I said advancing toward him.

"I don't think so, you'll delete it," Harry said walking backward a couple paces.

"Harry I demand to see it," I chased after him. I could hear him laughing as he dodged my hands. Though his legs were long, I caught up with him, and made a grab for the camera.

"Stop, don't hurt the camera," Harry giggled, grabbing my hands with his large ones, and holding me back from him.

"I wanna see the picture," I grinned.

"Trust me it's lovely," he said matter-of-factly.

"Hmmm," I mumbled dubiously. Then, without warning, he pulled me into him and kissed me gently on the mouth. I smiled at Harry, and he gazed back fondly.

"That was nice," he said, his deep, and accented voice giving me happy chills.

"I agree," I said cuddling into his chest.

"Here, I'll let you see the picture now," he said, and turned on the camera. The picture was of me looking out to the water. My hair was blowing wildly in the wind. It was actually, quite a nice picture.

"See, I told you, beautiful," Harry kissed my temple.