Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

Back Row Of The Cinema

The cinema was doing a special showing of one of your favourite movies for Valentine's day and Harry had decided to take you, no matter how clichéd the date may be. It may have been one of your favourite movies, but even you were finding it hard to concentrate, when Harry was whispering the words of every romantic scene into your ear, "Every morning I still wake up and the first thing I want to do is see your face" Harry whispered in time to the Irish voice on the screen. "Harry stop" you giggled, "I'm trying to watch the movie." "No you're not, you've hardly paid any attention to it" Harry disagreed with a smirk, "I know, cause you keep distracting me" you told him with a playful slap to his half exposed chest. The next line seemed to be all too well timed, as Harry leaned in again to press his lips to the edge of your ear, his hot breath running over your quickly flushing skin, "what do you want? I know what I want, cause I'm holding it in my hands." His words were accentuated by his large hands running over your side, smoothing down the edge of your dress, resting on the curve of your hip. "Harry" you said softly, not sure at this point, if it was a warning or an encouragement. Harry looked at you with a quirked brow, clearly waiting for you to make the next move and after a quick glance around at the other people in the cinema, you were quick to reach out and pull Harry towards you, connecting your lips slowly, sinking back into the seats with him, the rest of the movie completely forgotten.