THE SUMMER CAMP
It's almost the end of summer and sadly, I will spend even the rest of my summer break in a stupid summer camp, watching little children swimming in a lake. Fortunately, the end of my shift is near so I check every ten seconds the time so I won't miss when I can finally drop everything and relax in my room.
"Hey [Y/N]." A way too familiar voice greets me. I sigh and turn around to face the boy who's talking to me. It's Harry. Another employee in this summer camp.
Harry uses every opportunity to be around me and unfortunately, he is hot, one of the hottest boys here in this whole camp and I wouldn't lie if I say that I have a little crush on him. So it is always difficult to push him away when he tries to talk to me. But I just do that for my own safety. I don't want to end like one of these girls who are just another scratch in his bedpost.
"Can I ask you something?"
"You already did." I reply annoyed and raise an eyebrow. I collect some towels and throw them into the basket. I want to walk away but Harry blocks my way. His chestnut brown curls are hidden under a beige fedora hat. His chest, covered with tattoos, is hidden under a white tanktop. You can see only the beginning of his bird tattoo and a few more tattoos shimmering through the white shirt.
"Come on, Styles. I really need to finish this before my shift ends."
"If I see it right," He glances at his watch, "your shift is already over."
"I'm tired and exhausted. Just get out of my way and leave me alone. Find someone else to entertain you."
I want to walk around him but I bump his shoulder and stumble backwards. I feel the edge of the floor under my feet and try to hold my balance but I fail. I fall backwards into the lake. I scream and try to swim back to the water surface. But I'm too shocked to make the right moves. Suddenly a strong arm wraps around my waist and pulls me back to the water surface.
"You're alright, Y/N? Hey, answer me. Y/N, can you hear me?" A warm hand cups my chin and turns my head from side to side. I cough and wrap my arms around his neck in order to have a firm grip.
But as soon as I realize how close we are, I swim backwards, out of his grip. Harry's swims to the edge of the lake and gets out of it. He offers me his hand and I accept it. After he pulled me out of the lake I stumble into him. I can see through the wet white tanktop and silently admire his upper body. I lift my eyes from his chest up to his face and see him smirking.
"Like what you see? You know I can easily take it off."
"In your dreams, Styles." I say and try to sound strong and cool.
But he is close. So very, very close. Our chests are touching. My fingers hold his upper arms, having a firm grip on them. Softly he puts his hands on my waist and when he recognizes that I'm not pushing him off he strengthens the grip. I risk a quick glance at his lips which look so soft and full and kissable.
I inch my face closer and then I can no longer resist the urge and press my lips to his. It feels perfect. At first the kiss is innocent but it gets more passionate with every second. The thought that I'm not the only one for him comes back to my mind and I end the kiss immediately. Harry looks at me quizzically.
"I need to go now. You can do this with your other girls." I try to shake his hands off my waist but he tightens the grip with one hand. The other hand comes up to my face and holds my chin. I'm forced to look at him. Redness fills my cheeks when I realize how jealous I had to sound, only seconds ago.
"There's no other girl."
"Sure and what else do you dream at night?"
"It's true. The whole summer I've been thinking of how to ask you out, how to make you like me but every time you push me away. You seem to hate me and I don't know why. All I want is you to like me but whenever I make a move you take two steps back."
Does he say that to every girl?
"That's a really good pick-up line and maybe that worked for other girls but I'm sorry, that won't wash with me."
"That's not a fucking pick-up line! How can I prove you that you're the only girl on my mind? Day and night. I can be whatever you want me to be for you. I can be the guy who helps you with your work. I can be the guy who always takes you out, I can be the guy who—"
"Can you also be the guy who leaves me alone?"
"I'd rather be the guy who tells the whole world that I'm in love with you."
"You...you are—what? In love? With me?" I stammer as my eyes widen. I didn't expect to hear this. Harry's starts to blush and now he is the one who looks away.
"I—uhm—well," He stutters, "Yes. Yes, I am."
His voice is so quiet, I can only understand it because I'm so close to him. I smile and take some steps closer to him. My fingers run through his wet curls and then pull him closer to me. Waterdrops are rolling from his lips, dripping onto mine.
"Maybe this could work." I say and press our lips firmly together.
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Harry Styles Imagines
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] (1) Just a collection of Harry Styles imagines written by me.
