Harry Styles Imagines and one-shots.

A Little Jealous

Harry and I were working on some homework together. We were taking some of the same classes so every week we got together and worked together.

"So how's your week been?" Harry asked as he worked out a math equation.

"Pretty good," I sighed.

"Yeah?" Harry asked.

"And you?" I asked.

"Well, I'm glad to be seeing you, this week has been a little wild," Harry admitted.

"Well, that's sweet," I said, finishing the problem.

"How's work?" I asked.

"Great," Harry smiled brightly. 

"Except for Blake," Harry said scathingly. I rolled my eyes.

"I'll never know what you see in that guy," Harry mumbled.

"Well, he's nice to me," I shrugged.

"You still fancy him?" Harry asked weakly.

"Why do you care," I chuckled.

"I don't," Harry said quickly.

"Yeah you do," I laughed. "Look at your cheeks," I said running a thumb over his cheek. Harry's cheeks only got redder.

"Thinking you're not the only baker in my life?" I teased.

"Look, I'm not jealous," Harry said shortly.

"It's okay, Harry, don't worry. I'll always make time for you," I snickered.

"Well you better," Harry finally joined the joke.

"I will," I assured him. A few minutes had past. I smiled down at my work.

"I just can't believe you were jealous," I said teasingly. That's when Harry yanked me to him, and crushed his lips to mine. I responded heatedly, pulling him in closer by his shirt.

"Maybe I am jealous," Harry said breathlessly. "What are you gonna do about it?" He asked.

"I've got some things in mind," I grinned seductively.