Harry Styles Imagines

imagine twelve

His hands were heavy on your back as he wrapped you in his arms, swaying you gently to the music.  His aftershave tickled your nose, but that wasn’t what brought the smile to your face.  It was the fact you were dancing with the heart throb of the school.  Harry Styles.  When he had asked you to dance, you’d laughed, expecting there to be his clique behind him ripping you to shreds.  But there wasn’t.  He was alone, and to be honest, he looked crestfallen that you had laughed at him.
Harry: I mean it I actually want to dance with you.
You: For real?
Harry had nodded, and slipped his hand into yours, linking your fingers with his before leading you to the dance floor where you swayed to Ed Sheeran, The A Team.  Your cheek pressed against his chest was probably the most comfortable you had ever been.
Harry: I was wondering.
You felt his words vibrate against you, and you tilted your head to meet his eye.  That mossy stare was looking down at you wish such intensity, your breath hitched.
Harry: Could I kiss you?
You’d never been asked to be kissed before.  Usually, some guy had pressed their lips against yours and groped you trying their luck.  To be asked; for some reason it made your head rush and the world span dangerously on its axis.  You managed to nod, and he lowered his head, before gently pressing his lips against yours.  His were warm, and damp, and they moulded against yours perfectly.  Then his hot tongue, dabbed against your bottom lip, begging for entry, which you gladly granted him.  His tongue slid into your mouth smoothly, rubbing against your tongue gently, before rolling over it.  Your own tongue moved back easily; as though it was made to do this.  It was soft, and sensual, and it made your toes curl.  His hands, splayed across your back pull you closer to him.  Your bodies are tightly pressed together.  Then, he broke away, resting his forehead against yours.  Part of you wants to run around screaming that Harry had just kissed, and another part of you wanted to sit on the floor for you didn’t believe your legs were going to support you much longer.
Harry: Wow.
A smile dances on your lips.
Harry: Look, I know school is ending and that, but I really want to see you.  More.  Outside of school.
You blink at him, and then nod slowly at his unanswered question.
Harry: Maybe I could take you to dinner tomorrow night?
You: That would be lovely.
He beams at you; before leaning forward and capturing your lips once again.  Sealing the deal with a kiss