"I'm never going outside again," you muttered under your breath as you carefully climbed into the front seat of Harry's car. Your skin was a bright tomato red color and it stung beyond belief. To top it all off it radiated so much heat it felt like a second sun. "This sucks." You said to Harry who was closing the trunk of the car after placing the beach chairs inside.
"Well I told you to put on sunscreen," Harry said as he climbed in the seat next to you. He stuck the key in the ignition and turned the car on.
"I never get tan or burned so I figured I wouldn't need it." You said and Harry shrugged his shoulders in a condescending matter. Both he and you knew that he was right but you would be damned if you admitted it. Harry on the other hand was rather proud that he was right.
Harry pulled out of the parking lot to the beach and began to make the drive home. You examined your reddened skin and mentally cursed yourself out for being hard-headed. Sitting out in the sun for several hours will no doubt burn your skin, so why did you make the dim decision of ditching the sunscreen?
"Do you want me to stop at the store and get you some aloe vera?" Harry said as he stopped at a red light. You nodded your head and looked at your skin while he laughed under his breath.
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Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences
FanfictionImagines and Preferences about the one and only Harold Styles as you may have worked out from the title oopsssssssssss Feel free to check out my other 5 books of one direction imagines and preferences ;p
