Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

Beautiful

"Stop staring." You said through a smile, continuing to pose for the cameras as you hung off Harry's side.

"Harry, over here!" One paparazzi shouted, and you were surprised that the flashes weren't as blinding as you had expected them to be. Harry squeezed your hip in response to your question, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your cheek. This only resulted in twice the amount of flashes going off.

He smiled against your skin, talking softly so only you could hear it, "I'm sorry Y/N", you just look beautiful right now."

That made you grin and you shook your head as he pulled back. You turned to look at him, watching how his eyes sparkled and his dimpled smile only grew larger.

"You're so charming, Styles." You whispered, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, "It's a little bit adorable."

Harry's mouth fell open in mock shock, making you giggle.

"Excuse me, I am not adorable. I'm sexy."

You rolled your eyes playfully as he laced your fingers together and started to lead you through to the venue on the security's instructions.

"Sure, Harry. Sure." You teased, making Harry laugh and pull you in a little closer.