Harry Styles Imagines ♡

☞Bad boy Styles (part 2)

"What the hell are you doing here?!" I hissed, making sure my mom wouldn't hear me.

"Well, your mom actually was very kind to invite me over. She said that I would be the perfect match for you," he smirked.

"Oh save it Styles. Never in a million years will I date you," I scoffed as I walked away.

"Oh honey, I'll make you love me."

We sat down and ate dinner, Harry had to sit next to me which made me upset because he kept putting his hand on my thigh under the table.

"Harry, do you want to stay over tonight?" My mom said, making me drop my fork and stop eating.

"Oh, Mrs-"

"Please, call me (Y/M/N)," my mom said. Did she really just offer him to stay over? Where's he gonna sleep if he does?

"I'd love to," he smiled, looking at me as I rolled my eyes.

"Sounds good-"

"Where's he gonna sleep though?" I said, "we only have 2 bedrooms in the house."

"Well I'm sure you wouldn't mind if Harry slept with you," my mom continued to eat her food.

"Actually I do mind. He's not-"

"(Y/N)," my mom said, giving me a serious look as she stopped eating.

"Oh my god, fine. But just 1 night. And it means nothing," I said as I got up and cleared my dishes, walking up to my room.

About 20 minutes later, he walked in with a smirk on his face, "your mom's room is all the way on the other side of the house."

"And?"

"And that means I can give you the pleasure you've been waiting for," he placed is hands on my waist.

"No. Get off me," I said.

"Fine," he got undressed down to his boxers and got in bed with me, "you know, I'm bad for a reason."

"Yeah, to be cool. I know."

"No, because I like you."

"What?" I turned around to face him.

"I like you (Y/N). I really do," he smiled, making his dimples show.

"I like you too," I smiled.

"Be my girlfriend?" He said.

"Yes," I smiled as he cuddled me against his chest. I finally felt loved.

This was so bad and rushed I'm sorry.

All the love, H ♡