Like Paint, You Splatter My Heart with Love (Harry Styles 1-SHOT)

AUTHOR's NOTE : I would like to dedicate this 1-shot to Maureen [4ever_directioner_34] (or as I prefer to call her Mauee.)  She is the most dedicated Directioner I have ever met in my life, and I am so proud to call her one of my best friends. I hope you like this, Mauee!

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"Darn it." Maureen said, as she laughed. "How are we going to finish recording if you keep on laughing?" Harry asked her jokingly. Maureen couldn't stop laughing because the room next to the recording studio was under construction and while the other room was making loud noises, Harry was making hilarious faces. "Stop it, you!" Maureen said, as she smacked Harry's shoulder playfully. "I knew today was a bad idea!" Harry told his manager, Paul. "All right, guys, we'll take five." Paul said, as he left the studio. Harry and Maureen stepped out of the recording studio, their hands clasped together. "Who wants a hug? Who wants a hu-" before Maureen could finish what she was about to say, Harry turned to face her and pulled her towards him. "I do." he whispered to her ear, and smirked. He led her to a room that said DO NOT ENTER - WET PAINT. "It clearly says do not enter, Hazza. Cheeky boy!" Maureen said, as she squeezed his hand. He gave her a mischievous smile and went inside. They stopped in the middle of the room, and Harry touched his lips to Maureen's. Maureen felt a jolt of electricity running through her body. Suddenly, Harry felt a sticky, wet sensation brush along his cheek. "Gotcha!" Maureen said triumphantly, holding a paintbrush with orange paint dripping from it. "Oh, it is on!" Harry yelled out. He grabbed a paintbrush and dipped it in a pail of blue paint. They splat each other with paint, laughing, until Maureen finally gave in and put the paintbrush she was holding on the floor. "I give up, Hazza, you win!" Harry walked towards her, grinning. He then cupped his hands on her face. She's beautiful, even if there's paint all over her. he thought. Harry kissed her, and Maureen kissed him back, running her fingers through his curly hair. It was a long and passionate kiss. When Harry finally pulled away, he said, "You do know this is permanent paint, right?"