Because quite frankly, it's freezing and your tips of your fingers are turning purple from the icy weather. He brought your hands up to pepper them with kisses only letting the warmth of his breathe reach your skin for a few seconds until they went back to freezing. His arm around your waist, brining you into his chest, almost suffocatingly but the warmth radiating off his skin was the reason you hadn't let go.
"I'm not letting go." He smiled, a dimple forming an indent in his left cheek. His hands, just as cold, cupped your cheeks. Harry's thumb running circles along your skin that was cold on the surface but warm on the inside while your heart thumped against your ribs. Silently hoping he couldn't hear, even thought the snow and wind blew so hard it was hard to hear anything. He smiled once again, before bringing you up to his lips.
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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
