Harry Styles Imagines

86 - Screaming love (au)

PERSONAL IMAGINE

Screaming love

                               "You don't get to decide with who I can spend my night, Harry! You don't fucking own me!" I scream at him whilst hurrying down the streets as fast as my shoes let me. Harry jogs beside me, begging for me to understand. I hate having dinner with Harry. The waiter just has to look at me and Harry loses himself. And the funny thing is we are not even in a relationship. We do stuff like a couple, sometimes, but we are not in a relationship so I can talk with whoever I want.

 "We were together here and you flirted with this dipshit of a waiter in front of my eyes?!"

 "I did not flirt with him and neither did he with me!"

 "Really? Getting compliments from a waiter who is supposed to bring you food is not flirting? Great that I know that by now!"

 "What is wrong with you, Harry? You flirted with girls as well!"

 "Months ago! But unlike you I stopped flirting with random girls after I have met you!" Harry roars and his eyes look wild, angry. His breathing is fast and heavy, his hands clenched into fists. For a moment we just stare at each other while I'm trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with him.

 But Harry turns around and walks even faster to his car. He opens the passenger door hastily and with such force I wince in fear that he tears the car apart. "Get in, Carly." 

 Without replying I get in the car and Harry slams the door shut. He takes a step aside and turns around, leaning with his back against the car. I shift in my seat to see Harry with closed eyes, running his hand through his hair. Even after a minute he still stands there and I decide to get out.

 His eyes flutter when he hears the door opening. Harry tilts his head slightly to the side to look at me. A sigh escapes his lips and he stares straight forward.

 "I said get in the car." Harry says wearily but I choose to ignore his remark.

 "Harry, I'm sorry for screaming and for behaving like that during our dinner." I say and stand right in front of him. Due to Harry's height he can easily look over my head so even with standing in front of him I can't force him to look at me.

 "Yeah, it is okay." Harry answers cold and pushes himself off the car but I grab his arm. He could easily shake my grip off but he stops in his movements and turns around to look at me.

 "Before you get in the car and stop talking to me, I—I have a question."

 "What makes you think I would ignore you?"

 "I know you, Harry," I answer and give him a wry smile which he does not return, "Why did it bother you so much?"

 "It didn't."

 "You stormed out of the restaurant and screamed at me. It did bother you."

 "Carly, just get in the car."

 "No, I want to know it!"

 "Just get in the damn car!" And here we are, back to screaming and fighting.

 "Why is it so hard to tell me why it bothered you so much?"

 "Because I'm in love with you, Carly!" He screams and pushes me with such force against the car. His body pressed against mine, I can feel his heart beating in his chest. Shortly after the words left his mouth he kisses me.

 All the times that I have imagined how good of a kisser he would be I have been wrong. His lips seriously can work wonder. They are softer, fuller, better than I have imagined them to be.

 "I'm in love with you and I hate guys talking to you like that while I'm next you but I'm not allowed to tell them to fuck off." Harry murmurs against my lips and I stop him from talking by kissing him, "That I'm not allowed to say you, this beautiful girl, belongs to me, is only mine."

 His hand grabs my thigh and he wraps it around his waist. My hands are buried in his hair as our lips move with such passion I'm afraid I will drown in it. His other hand is pressed against the window of the car, next to my head to not crush me with his body weight.

 "Harry." I mumble.

 "Shh, please."

 "No, Harry, I need to say something."

 "Carly, please."

 "I love you, too, Harry." I say even though he does not want me to talk. Harry takes his lips away but he is still so close that I can feel his minty breath fanning over my face. His eyes light up when he hears my words and his smile, which I have missed so much during our date, returns.

 "I'm in love with you, too." I repeat and my fingers poke his dimple which seems to deepen by the time I touch his cheek. Harry leans down again to place kisses all over my face. My cheeks, my nose, my forehead, the corners of my mouth.

 "You really are? This is not a joke?"

 "Of course not." I answer and give him a smile.

 "You're mine?"

 "I'm yours." I tell him and Harry kisses me again, mumbling multiple times "mine" against my lips.