harry styles one shots that come from my tumblr @moonchildstyles

READER INSERT // lifeguard!harry You're in love with your best friend, he has no idea, and there are plenty of complications in your way.

A capricious rollercoaster of feelings - just for you and Harry, minced with a flavour of each emotion and sentiment you desire to experience. . . . [Oneshots] First prize winner of Imagines category in Kiwi Awards, 2019.

Just imagine. Harry and you. | Cover by @reviewsbylou | | 2015 - 2018 |

WARNING: Most of these stories may contain sexually explicit scenes, alcohol/drugs or violence. STORIES IN THIS COLLECTION ARE NOT OWNED BY ME. EDITED SOME BUT NOT MINE.

[COMPLETED] (1) Just a collection of Harry Styles imagines written by me.

A shy Y/N has feelings for Harry Styles, her coworker. They start to bond over pink things. All credit goes to maylovexhs on Tumblr.

Imagine being with Harry in his full week in The Late Late Show?

word count: 26k (i have no self-control oop) content: a ton of domestic banter, a huge amount of fluff, two (2) make out sessions, demon!h putting that tongue piercing to good use, a load of filthy ass smut, him looking hot while doing some spells, and some dogs of course preview: Y/N's attitude is one of timid guilt. "Isn't that tapestry a sacred antique? Wouldn't it be wrong to...y'know...?" Harry belts out a disbelieving laugh. "Since when do you care about defiling satanic artifacts? Thought you'd be all for it." She scowls. "Won't Lucifer find out?" Her boyfriend rolls his eyes haphazardly, waving a hand weakly for emphasis before using it to push his disheveled curls away from his forehead. "I highly doubt it." "I feel like he has a way of knowing everything, H." "He does, most times. But," he holds up his pinky symbolically, wiggling it around with a shit-eating grin curving his cupid's bow, sing-songing. "I won't tell if you won't." The raunchiness of it all is appealing to her urge to be rebellious- an urge he had instilled in her over the months they'd known one another. She reiterates her previous point, trying to convince herself more than anyone because it really is so unbelievably tempting. "It's a risk, and it's wrong." Harry fits her chin between his thumb and forefinger, ghosting his mouth over hers and blinking slowly, establishing a seductive hold. His whisper is warm and raspy, almost as if he's trying to keep their shadows from eavesdropping. "That's what makes it so fucking hot." Y/N follows his lips, aiming to draw him into a kiss, but he pulls back, brows kinking in a mocking fashion. The action silently communicates its intended message: If you want a kiss, you have to give in to me. or demon!harry wants to introduce angel!y/n to his hellhounds but an extremely sinful offer ends up postponing the summoning ritual