Harry Styles Preferences/Imagines

10.) Afternoon to yourselves

"Leave it to Gemma Anne to get herself stuck in Manchester at the train station, huh?" Anne grumbled under her breath as she slipped into her sandals and snatched her keys from the piece of kitchen counter they had landed on.
"She's your daughter, love," Robin said, with a chuckle, placing his half-finished beer in the fridge to keep chilled.
Anne made a noncommittal sound from the back of throat and jiggled with her keys in her hand, looking around the kitchen that was fragrant with the smells of Sunday roast dinner, and summer air filtering in through the open French doors out to the back garden. Mixed with the scent of chlorine wafting off the pool water and sun-warmed grass. The cat was lounging on the patio's bricks, fanned out on her back and letting the setting sun warm her belly as she snoozed.
"We'll be back once we save Gemma from her delayed train," Anne said cracking a smile at the frantic phone call she'd received from her twenty-something daughter about how all of the train lines were going to be delayed well into late evening, making her miss dinner entirely. The train station was in shambles with cabs scarce, as all expected departures and arrivals were thrown off completely, leaving all passengers in states of varying levels of panic.
"You sure you don't want me to go and pick her up, Mum?" Harry inquired, plucking his fedora from his matted down curls and slipping his wayfarers from his face as you both padded back inside, lazily, barefoot and sun-drenched, from where you were you and Harry had found a cozy place on the patio swing, enjoying one of the rare, balmy warm days while it was here.
Anne shook her head, looking around for her suddenly misplaced sunglasses.
"No, we'll get her, you two enjoy the house to yourselves for a couple of hours. Keep an eye on dinner for me, will you, honey?" She smiled up at the two of you, before returning to searching for her glasses. "Where have those things gone...?" She turned back to her husband, bumbling behind her for his own keys and pair of sunglasses. "Babe, have you seen my...?"
"On your head, my love," Robin said, motioning to the crown of his own head, with a smile at his endearing wife.
Anne cautiously felt for the pair, smiling and shaking her head when they fell into her hands as she pulled them from her hair.
"Right," she whispered under her breath, before turning back to the two of you. "We'll be back in a couple of hours, dinner should be alright to stay in the oven for a bit. Shouldn't have to worry about it." She cupped each of your chins in her hands one by one and kissed you on the cheeks. "No falling asleep for too long." She gave a pointed look at her son and he smirked, rolling his eyes playfully.
"Fine, we won't," he promised, his tone coming as a whine, and Anne kissed his upper lip and patted his cheek.
"And I'm fine if you two get down to a little hanky-panky..."
Harry cheeks reddened, his eyes going wide, and he cut her off quickly. "Mum!" he whined, watching her crack a very satisfied smile. "We won't..."
She put up her hands in defeat. "I'm fine with it, just make sure you're finished before Mummy gets home, yes?"
Harry had his eyes fixed to a spot on the floor, so embarrassed; he couldn't look at his mother.
Even if he had no reason to be. It was no secret. You were married after all, and even before then, he'd always been open with his mother about his relationships, be they physical or otherwise, and what they entailed. Especially considering, the now distinctive, half-way there, swell wrapped up by your color block sundress and busying growing a little more everyday. There was no denying it. But she was his mother. She had tucked him into bed and cuddled him after a bad dream, wrapping him up in his favorite blanket and petting her fingers through his hair until he fell asleep again. Kissed his scraped knees and dried his tears when his first proper girlfriend had broken up with him, stayed up with him the night before his X Factor audition because he was nervous and restless and the butterflies wouldn't settle and there was no way he was going to sleep. So they sat in the kitchen, nursing cups of tea and just talked to keep him distracted. She let him pace around the kitchen. Talked until the early morning light started to crest the rooftops and peek through the windows, until she helped release every worry, every insecurity that was rattling around his head and pulsing through his stomach. Because her boy was brave. And whatever answer had come that day; he would always be a star to her. So, the idea of taking about him being naked and fully blissed-out with someone, in the very typical fashion, made the heat rise to his cheeks.
He shifted his weight awkwardly, wanting to evaporate from the kitchen and out from under his mother's soft, innocent gaze, bearing into his. He was squirming, looking over to you, to find your cheeks just as flushed and pink, exchanging an embarrassed smile with him, sucking your lips into your teeth.
"Alright, enough making them squirm," Robin said, with a smile, squeezing Anne's shoulder and kissing her cheek. "Let's go rescue Gem." He wrapped an arm around her back, attempting to herd her out of the kitchen and towards the entry.
"Okay, bye loves, be good! We'll be back!" You and Harry watched them disappear around the corner and down the hall, waiting for the sound of the front door clicking closed.
"Oh," he groaned, cupping his face in his hand as the embarrassment washed away, every tingling muscle relaxing. You laughed, rubbing his shoulder and leaning up on your bare toes to kiss his neck.
"Yeah," you agreed, the words not needing to be uttered to be felt.
He padded around the kitchen, a bottle of cider held in just a few of his fingers that he was languidly sipping on. And you looked after him, clad in his jean shorts rolled up at the hems, and hanging deliciously low on his hips, a loose white tank top hanging on his shoulders, that displayed his muscled arms. You licked your lips subtly. His hair was a little matted down from the slightest sheen of sweat clinging around his hairline and along his temples. Your mind going wild with what you wanted to lick and kiss on first.
The house was completely quiet now, no cooking sounds and pans clanging together filling the lower level. Just wind rustling between the leaves outside. Harry stretched, with a satisfied groan, raising his arms above his head. And as he did, the hem of his tank top raised up a little, revealing just a peek of the coarse trail of hair down his soft stomach and what lie beneath and waistband of his shorts and traveled down the dip of his torso, between his legs.
"You're teasing me," you warned, flitting around him to the fridge for a glass of ice water.
"What?" he said, trying to play it off, but he knew exactly what he was doing. "Me?"
You hummed, sucking lightly on a piece of ice that bobbed against your lips.
"Yes, you, mister. I see what you're up to."
Harry wiggled his eyebrows, giving you his best smirk and rolling his lips together.
"And the answer is no," you said firmly, your hands cupping the mild swell of your belly. No matter how much you wanted it to be yes. In fact, you were resisting every urge you had to tear off those shorts and your dress and make sweet, summer scented love right here, had this not been your mother-in-law's kitchen. "There is no way. We can't, we'll get caught."
Harry pursed his lips and sauntered forward, fingers playing with the waistband of his jeans.
You eyed him, up and down, when he was just in front of you, toes nearly touching, waiting for his next move. He leaned in and kissed the base of your neck, his lips colliding with the section of sensitive skin making a tight breath pass your lips.
"Harry..." you warned.
He let his lips glide over the crook of your neck, before moving down to your collarbone, and biting at it softy, moving fluidly down to the neck of your dress pushing it down with his chin and kissing the flesh at the tops of your breasts. You hissed when you felt his hand slip under the hem of your dress, skimming up your torso and over your belly, massaging the skin between your belly and chest. Your skin was starting to tingle and flush with desire at each of his placed touches.
"Harry, we can't. It's your parent's house."
He made an unassuming noise against your neck. "We have before," he breathed.
You widened your eyes. "I know, and Gemma almost caught us. We swore we never would again."
"But Gem's not here," he reasoned, soft and breathy, still working slowly against your skin. "We've got time. Let me love on you, baby."
"Oh, God," you breathed, sucking in a heavy breath to try and steady yourself, you cupped the side of his face, holding him to your neck. Too much longer, and your knees would be quaking. You whimpered, when the suction of his lips released, and he ran his thumb under his lower lip.
"Where you are you going?" you asked forlornly, arms hanging limply.
"For a swim," he stated simply, already stripping from his tank top, revealing the rippling muscles of his back. You nearly moaned right then and there. He turned back to you. "Are you coming to join me, or what?"
You looked after him, watching him hook his fingers into the waist of his shorts and pull them down his legs, taking his boxers with them and tossing them down on the patio.
Your breathing hitched, taking in the curves of his body. The dimples in his lower back, lean muscles of his thighs. You watched him dip the toes of one of his feet, into the water of the pool, before he dove in with a loud, ringing splash, bouncing water up to land around the edges of the pool, popping back up to the surface, a few seconds later and pushing back his now fully soaked curls, clinging to his face. He blinked the water from his eyes a few times, before swimming over to the edge closest to the door
"Come here, babe," he called out, holding out his arms. "Come get in with me."
You shook your head, your dress suddenly feeling too tight, and like it was sitting awkwardly on your body, and you pulled at it uselessly.
"Come on," he coaxed. "Come on, baby. It'll be fine, get in with me, please?"
He stuck out his lower lip, a trick he knew worked well on you, and you wrinkled your nose, fighting the urge to climb in after him. You huffed, walking out onto the patio and standing a safe distance away from the edge of the pool.
He smiled, looking up at you and, you noticed the water droplets clinging to his eyelashes, the saturated raspberry color of his lips.
"Harry, I don't want to," you whined, although the heated pool looked inviting. You crossed your arms over your chest.
"What's wrong? Just come here, sweetheart. Get in the water, please."
You huffed. "What's wrong is, I'm massive," you explained, your voice high and tight. You pointed to your belly. "I don't look like I used to." You'd had a bit of a difficult time adjusting to your rapidly filling out physique. Every time you looked, you seem to find new places that were a little softer and more supple, or a new place where something stuck out a little further. "I think I'll just sink, if I get in."
"Baby, you're not massive, come here, please. Look at me for a second."
You kept your head down, shuffling your feet together, feeling your dress flapping against your thighs.
"If you don't come here, then you're going to leave me no choice but to get out and come get you. I'm all wet and naked and you won't be able to resist me," he teased.
You tried to fight it, but you cracked a smile, looking up at him.
"Ahh, there it is," he announced proudly. I knew I could find it."
You smiled again, still staying firmly where you were.
"Baby, you're beautiful." You heard him say. "I know you don't always think so, but I think you're incredibly sexy."
That made your cheeks flush, you could feel it, and you looked up at him.
"Even now?" you checked.
He nodded. "Even now. It's just us. Nothing's going to get you. No one is going to see you. Just me. And I..." He pushed off from the side of the pool, floating on his back. "Adore your body. I want kiss all over every inch of it."
That had you nearly tearing off your dress, as you gave up on trying to fight it, and joined him, tossing it down next to his discarded shorts and tank top. You could almost see his pupils dilate, as you stood in front of him, the breeze on your naked skin, fanning your hair out from where it got caught in your neck.
"Enjoying the view?" you inquired dryly.
The smile on his lips was blissful. "You have no idea." Your body full and round with his child. The child you'd created together out of nothing but pure, unapologetic love. It made him everything within him lit, with an intense warmth. He'd always found you sexy, but now, he'd never found you sexier. He held his hands out for you, gently helping you to step into a more shallow end of the pool. You gasped as the cool water lapped up and suspended your body, you flailed your arms, and Harry held his arms out for you, hugging you to his chest.
"Oh!" you gasped. "It's cold!"
Harry hugged you a little tighter, dragging one of his wet hands through your hair, the drips running down your scalp.
"Hi," he said, moved your head back to be able to look at him. "Better?"
"Hi," you replied, kissing him softly, carding your fingers through his soppy hair. "Yes."
He took you up in his arms, turning you around in a small circle that made the water swirl around you and carrying you through the gentle turn.
You laughed, hanging on to his shoulders.
"How is it now?"
You nodded. "It's nice."
He smiled, a little mischievously, and lowered his hands under the water to give your ass a gentle squeeze.
You gasped. "Well, is that how it is, is it?"
He shrugged, and you kicked your legs out to wrap around his waist, his hands moved to cup your things and help to settle them on his hips, attacking your lips with his, he moved his hands down your body, under the water, going to take your breasts in his large hands and massaging them in his palms. You moaned into his mouth. As he worked to pleasure the pillowy soft flesh.
"Cheeky," you breathed, breaking away for a moment. "Damn."
"For you, yes," he whispered against your lips. Pulling away, he kissed down your shoulder. You could already feel the taunt skin of him, on your thigh, and you knew you had to be careful. You cringed at the thought of having to tell Anne to clean the pool because you'd both gotten a little too carried away. "God, you're beautiful."
"We have to slow down," you breathed, eyes closed, as you cupped the back of his head in one hand and kissed down his jaw, letting your lips rest in on his ear. "We can't here. Later. But not in the pool." Chest to chest, your heat just nearly touching his, you wanted nothing more than to let him have you. But you couldn't. Not here."
"I know," he whispered, kissing your full, wet, lips in a few quick spurts. "I want you so bad."
You nodded, cupping his face. "Believe me. I do too."
"We're staying the night," he reminded you. "We could sneak back down here to the bungalow, once everyone's asleep."
"Just like the first time." You wrapped your arms around his neck.
He nodded in affirmation. He held you close, letting your breathing even out slowly to gentle. He moved to cradle you in his arms, against his chest, turning you slowly in the water and creating a smooth current.
"This is nice," you hummed, letting your head rest on his shoulder. "Baby's kicking."
"Is she now?" He lifted a hand from your back and placed it under the water, on your belly where the baby was wiggling.
He smiled. "That's my favorite thing. That, and her hiccups."
You let go of him gently, kicking back to float on your back and let the water suspend you. Tilting your face up towards the sky. You watched Harry dive down under the water and break the surface just at the right place to scoop you back into his arms. You yelped in surprise, followed by a laugh.
"Oh, my God, Harry, get your knickers off the bloody lawn!" Gemma's voice came out of now where. Harry jumped, holding you tightly against his chest, to obstruct Gemma's view, and whipped his head around to see his sister in the doorway.
"Gemma!" Harry bellowed, continuing to hide you against his body. She rolled her eyes. "What the hell?"
"Dinner's ready," she called back dryly.
Harry nodded frantic. "Okay, could we have a second to get dressed, maybe, before we come in? Go away!"
"Or we might die of embarrassment," you squeaked, cheeks flaming.
"Don't worry, love. Nothing I haven't seen before." She snickered, before slipping back inside.
Harry sighed heavily, his head flopping onto your shoulder.
"We wouldn't have been able to do anything if we'd tried," you laughed, rubbing his back. "Between your mom and Gem."
Harry grunted into your shoulder. "At this rate, I may never be able to get it going again."
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