HARRY STYLES - IMAGINES

Sisyphean HS

[sɪs.ɪˈfiː.ən] (a.) used to describe a task that can never be completed

"How in the bleeding fuck do they do that?!" I called out, angrily staring at my laptop. The lady on screen continued to effortlessly apply dark eyeshadow on her cheekbones, unbothered by my sudden outburst.

I pressed pause and was about to get up for another mug of tea (and a treat, I deserved it) when someone came sprinted into the living room.

"Everything okay? I heard you swear like you just got a positive pregnancy test..." I looked up with a frown. "If I had a positive pregnancy test, I wouldn't swear like that. However, does that mean, you expect me to swear like this in case I had one? And if we analyse that, does it mean you don't want kids because you projected your own reaction onto me in that situation, and your reaction was this?" Harry stared at me for a moment without blinking.

"And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why you should never date a psychology major." Despite my bad mood, I had to grin.

"Sorry." And then I pressed play again. "What are you watching?" Harry asked, sitting down next to me. His eyes trailed over the many opened make up palettes and brushes, sponges and make-up wipes. There was a little pile of them, stained black and red and dark green, because I had decided that I disliked the look when I was already half through. Consistency and patience were not one of my biggest strengths.

"I'm attempting to do this..." I pointed at the YouTube video and the woman doing her thing, before sighing deeply, "but to be honest, she lost me at applying primer because I don't...I don't even know if I ever even owned one." Harry hummed and leaned closer to the screen. "I didn't even know you were into Halloween like that." I shrugged. "I am not. I just like doing make up. Besides, it's not like we would go anywhere anyways. We're in midst of a pandemic after all." Harry nodded, carefully lifting one of my brushed in the air. "Alright. And why are you on the floor and not in the bathroom or at least a table?" I shrugged, trying to darken the corners of my eyes like the woman. "I don't know...we have a comfortable rug. Ah, can you pass me that fluffy brush please...hey what the heck? Why is she done all of a sudden? She skipped the eyeliner part and the...why would she do that, I am not even done with my left eye!" Harry started to laugh loudly and that laughter only grew when the creator announced that she "did the eye liner off camera because if you followed me for some time now, you know how I do it anyways!"

"Oh she did not." I breathed in anger, clicking away from the video consumed in self-pity and anger. I wasn't following her and this was my first video of hers so I was appalled greatly. I scrolled through my feed, trying to find a similar look so I could at least modify the mess I had already made on my face a bit. So far, there was nothing and I felt like throwing my lap top away. "Why is this happening! I was doing so well, I don't want to waste more make up." I whined dramatically, flopping against Harry before placing my head in his lap, sulking in my make-up misery. Harry poked my cheek softly.

"You could improvise." I snapped up. "I can't even come up with an original look Harry, what do you mean." He shrugged. "Okay, I could improvise for you." now that was an offer.

"I could do your make up and then we cook something. And watch that Ateez performance you yelled to me about for the last two days. But you stop sulking. Deal?"

Moments like this was when I questioned if I really was living or if I was stuck in a schmaltzy  rom-com or just simply daydreaming.

"For real?" he nodded, a small dimply smile appearing on his handsome face. "Yes, for real. I'm feeling generous today, you know." I hummed, feeling as if my heart grow impossibly big with all the love I felt for him.

"How comes?" he laughed softly. "Well, first of all, I am a generous human being," I slapped his arm softly, "Generous maybe, humble rather not." He grinned, sending me a wink. "I never said humble. However, secondly, because I am an amazing and supportive boyfriend..." I could only nod to that; no lie detected, "and thirdly because I had a good laugh at how you dragged this one twitter user to filth this morning."

Ah well that.

"Yeah I had to. The comment was so impossibly stupid I had to reply. What fucking dumbo calls  wearing lace gloves the beginning of the end of real men? Like yeah, we get it, you're reeking of toxic masculinity, no need to be so loud about it." Harry grinned proudly. "I mean, I'm all in for kindness but "If "real men" describes people like you, please everyone wear lace gloves, quick. I wish you and your fragile ego a good time." Is a pretty solid answer." Harry hummed amused and I laughed. "I also tweeted a link to affordable gloves, did you see that? Also, he basically gave your video a free shout out because now all his dumb friends go watch it too and feel attacked. Bet he was one of those men who threw a massive mantrum when Wonder Woman came out. I bet." I sat up from his lap and stretched my body.

"I think you would win this bet, babe. I did see your second tweet, by the way. And I retweeted it too, right before I heard your cursing." He nodded towards the make-up products scattered across the carpet.

"Which would be a perfect transition back to the issue. Before I completely ruin all you've accomplished so far, any specific wishes?" I laughed shaking my head. "I just ask for you to not poke on of my eyes out or something. The look doesn't have to become too graphic, neither does it have to be permanent." He grinned smugly.

"If you would wholeheartedly love Halloween you would sacrifice one eye at least. It's just an eye." Surely an interesting take, yet I had not met anyone that was so invested in Halloween that they would go the extra mile and willingly remove an eye for authenticity. "I said before that I am not, so you don't even have to worry about that." Harry pouted in fake disappointment before leaning forward clicking on a video.

"Just for inspiration..." he mumbled when he caught my questioning eyes. "Alright. Close you eyes...alright so black in this corner..." a few minutes passed quietly, only filled with the instructions of the make-up artist in the video and Harry's whisper, since he repeated everything under his breath. Suddenly it was quiet for a second, Harry's muttering and brush stokes stopped. I opened my eyes, seeing him stare blankly at the screen before taking a deep breath.

"Alright, but how in the bleeding fuck does he do that?"

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If you celebrate it: Happy Halloween! If you dont: Happy Mandalorian S2/ Ariana Album release/ Saturday/ (late) Golden MV release...! off to watch that and mentioned Ateez performance later (though, the later I have on repeat since it came out...) I hope you're all doing well and are healthy. sorry for not being really active here:) Kissy, Nica xo🎃