Harry Styles BSM

66. Random BSM

Age: 17

Okay so this is just a random imagine like thing, I don't know what you call them but yeah. It just pops unto my head while I was doing things and I had this like conversation of a character with Harry and I was like, it has to be done and yeah. So, sorry for rambling, please, continue...

"Goodbye guys, see you on Monday!" I yelled as I walked through the door wobbling a bit because of the tons of shopping bags on my both hands. I just got home from a shopping trip with my friends, I am completely worn out but I can tell it's so fun.

I tried opening the door but I can't, my hands are full and I don't want to set down the bags on my hands, it will be harder to pick them all up. So I did the most obvious thing to do, I rang the doorbell using my chin. Yes, call me lazy I don't care, lucky though they didn't put the doorbell high up so I just have to bend down a little bit for my chin to reach it.

A couple minutes later the door opened "Oh, you're home" Harry said standing in the doorway leaning onto the door frame (how many times have I mentioned the word door?)

"No Harold, I'm Y/N. Aren't you going to move over? My feet is hurting ya' know" I told him. Slowly, I saw one corner of his lips shoot up, that ruddy pumpkin head is smirking at me "Nah, I'd like to stay here you know, need a bit of fresh air" he said.

"Seriously" *glare*. I threw him my icy glare "Okay, okay, I'll move over. Why do you wear heels when you know you're going to be walking around?" he said arms in front of him as if he's surrendered yeah I can't explain. And I just shrugged stepping over the door mat with a 'welcome' written on it

"How many things have you bought anyway, looks like you're planning to build a boutique in here" he said reaching for my other shopping bags. Thank God the idiot has thought about being a gentleman. "Ya know, a couple"

"If its only a couple how come you have these loads of bags in your" he said following me and I cut him off

"Dozen" I continued as we reached the front of my room "Remind me not to take you shopping okay?" he said as I opened my room and went straight to put down my bags "Why do you lock your room anyway?" he asked placing the bags at the bottom of my bed where I had put the others.

"To avoid things like this" I said. I know I didn't hurt his feelings so I went towards the bathroom to wash my face and change to something comfy. I thought he'd leave because I heard his footsteps but then his footsteps got louder and yeah, he followed me on my bathroom. I just ignored him as he sat on the chair just beside the table near my lavatory. I washed my face rubbing it with my special soap, ya know the soaps that should be at your face for a couple of minutes, I don't exactly know. As I am rubbing my face *click* yes, Harry's there, staring up at me with his phone on his hand. "Cut it out Harold" I said my hands rubbing my cheeks in a circular pattern "You look like a clown" he said laughing. Once I decided that the soap had stayed longer on my skin, I bent down to wash it up with warm water, once the soap has removed, I grabbed the jar of 'cetaphil' from my little cupboard just under the sink and applied it on my face, then washed it off. I dried my face and proceed to apply things I should apply on my skin "Harry I'm going to change, can you please exit this room" I told him as he is still sitting on the chair "Why? I used to bathe you before" he said smirking "That was before Harry" I said "I know" he sighed and then stood up and left the room not without closing the door. I changed into my pajamas and went out of my bathroom. I was about to walk towards my bed and surprisingly I have found my dear older brother going through my shopping bags. Thank God I didn't bought undergarments. "Harry, what are you doing with my stuffs?" I asked sitting beside him

"Just looking through. How can you manage shopping like that?" he asked "What do you mean?" I asked him as I grabbed the bag full of hair care products "Ya' know, that long, and that.. that .. all of that" he said gesturing towards the tons of bags placed in front of us "It's fun actually once you got used to it" I said chuckling at him and he just stares at me. He's so innocent at the things like this, I feel like I was the elder child.