Random Harry Styles Short Stories || Completed!

Cafes and Poetry

A/N: Okay so I recently found out Harry is into dirty ass poetry (check out Charles Bukowski y'all he's raunchy af and also inspired lyrics in woman) so it kind of got me thinking about sitting in a lil cafe and reading poetry with Harry. I usually don't write imagines in this format so I'm sorry if it's terrible but I figured I'd give it a shot,

- It was rare you and Harry were free together on a Sunday mornings

- But when you were, you found yourself tucked away in little cafes

- Golden sunlight filters through the silence between you, as you read through the lines of your favorite poets.

- You didn't need to speak, just enjoyed each other's company, fresh coffee, and beautiful words

- However, Harry couldn't help but share his favorite lines with you

- "Babe listen to this: I love you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of."

- His eyes flicker to you as he reads, admiring how you smiled softly as he spoke

- "I love that Harry."

- He smiles proudly, loving when he impresses you.

- "Read me something, babe." He sips his drink, peering at you through steam and a flutter of thick lashes.

- " The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to the ocean-
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition."

- He muses over you, infatuated by the way beautiful words spill out of your sweet lips.

- "I've got some more that make me think of you."

- "Let's hear it, Styles."

- "I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I offered you what was left of
me"

- Your heart dances in your chest, you're a sucker for the way poetry sounds coming from him.

- It's honest and raw, as if he wrote it just for you

- "That's beautiful."

- "Just wait there's more."

- You put down your book, leaning in to give him your total attention.

- He loves your eyes on him.

- "I began rubbing myself, just before her bus came, I climaxed -"

- "Harry!" you gasp, cutting off his wicked words.

- He smirks, getting the reaction he wanted.

- "What's wrong love?"

- Acting innocent, though he knows what he knows what he's doing.

- "We're in public, people will hear you."

- You nod to the table just behind him, occupied by an older couple.

- Harry chuckles, ignoring your pleads.

- "I suck on her upper lip, her cunt -"

- A blush creeps across your cheeks

- It only eggs him on

- "her soul, I mount her and tell her, 'I'm going to shoot white hot juice into you."

- "Jesus, Harry." Your face is burning now, feeling an a neighboring woman's eyes on you.

- Harry smiles proudly

- "Love when you blush like that, babe."

- His fingertips brush across your bare knee under the table.

- He bites his lip, watching you carefully.

- You don't want to admit his dirty words turned you on

- Then he would never stop speaking explicitly in public

- Your shy little heart couldn't handle that

- You try to pout, despite the heat growing under your skirt

- "If you're trying to pretend like you don't want me, 'is not working babe."

- He knows you too well

- "I would take you right now, here on this table if I could."

- He's leaning into you, whispering now to your relief, his voice low and smooth as silk

- You suddenly didn't care about the people around you

- "Gonna mount me, babe? Suck on me too?"

- Your voice was overly sweet

- Harry was a sucker for that

- He nearly jumps up from the table

- "Just wait till we get home, y/n. I'll show you exactly what I'm gonna do to you."