"Somebody's being a grouch," Harry accuses as you sit across from him at the dinner table wearing the same scowl on your face that's been plastered there all day. "Am not," you try to defend. "Baby, if you were frowning anymore, the corners of your lips would reach the floor." In no mood to deal with his pestering, you grumble and begin to get up from the table. He reaches across the table to grab your arm and stop you. "Hey, hey, I was just messing around with you. You usually laugh when I say stuff like that." You plunk back down in the chair. "Why did the boyfriend cross the road?" "What??" you ask, scrunching up your face in confusion. "Just answer the question." "I don't know, Harry. Why did the boyfriend cross the road?" you spit out, your patience quickly wearing thin. "To give his beautiful girlfriend a kiss." With that, he gets up and walks to your side of the table, wrapping his arms around you from behind and planting a loving kiss on your temple. The second his arms are around you, you begin to feel better and are once again grateful for his ridiculous sense of humor.
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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
