My love for him is too strong, washes over me like a tidal wave every time he shoots me that un-freaking-believable smirk. How can this love, this person breathing in the form of happiness, be so beautiful and irresistible? And how can he break me like this, yet fix me everyday? ~ Used to be Love With Harry.

Just some Imagines about the sometimes funny but always adorable and handsome 27-year-old named Harry Edward styles. some of them have drama and some of them are dirty but most of them are cute and funny. I do take requests but I do not do personal Imagens only X reader. This is my first book so please no hate they're probably not that good so if you don't like them don't read them. Updated on\made: 1/7/2017. Writer FirePhoenix_25

"Kiss me." He orders, slamming my locker shut. "Is she coming?" I ask, turning my head to look behind me, but he grabs my face and makes me look up at him. "Yes, now kiss me." I do as told, getting on my tippy toes as I lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back slowly, before he pins me against the lockers and deepens the kiss. My eyes widen and I try to push him away. This isn't part of the deal. He pulls away, a full on smirk plastered on his face. "I lied." He confesses, turning around. "She wasn't coming." Then, he walks away.