Harry styles Imagines (Book 1)

Neighbor

Harry’s POV

 

I drummed my thumbs on the steering wheel, as I made my turn onto my street. I was pulling into my driveway, when I noticed my neighbor out washing her car. The only problem was that this wasn’t just any neighbor, this was (Y/N).

 

Stepping out of my car, I smiled and waved to her. “Hey, Harry,” She called. She leaned on her car, and it took all the strength I had to keep my eyes on her face.

 

Now (Y/N) has been my neighbor ever since I moved in a couple of years ago, and I have to say she is one of the finest women I’ve ever laid eyes on. She was smart, confident, and independent. All the things I was looking for in a woman.

 

“What’s a fine woman like yourself doing out here all alone?” I asked, a smirk crossing my lips. “Where’s your boyfriend?”

 

She rolled her eyes at the mention on her boyfriend. She sighed, “Oh Justin….he’s out.”

 

I leaned against the hood of her car, and she sighed. “I swear he’s always out,” She frowned, subconsciously scooting closer to me. “I try so hard to be okay with it…” She trailed off.

 

I pulled her into my arms. “I know,” I soothed, and she pulled away from me.

 

She slid on the hood of the car, lust filling her eyes. She fiddled with her legs. Opening them, then closing them again. “I just get so lonely.”

 

I smirked, catching on to her subtle hints. “I can fix that.” I wrapped her legs around my waist, lifting her off the hood of the car, and carrying her into her house. Her lips began leaving a small down the side of my neck. I stumbled blindly into the kitchen with the intention of heading to the bedroom, when she stopped me. “Wait,” She whispered. Her eyes cut to the counter, and I quickly cut on.

 

I pushed everything off the counter, making room for us. Then, I carefully placed her on the counter. I slid my fingers in her shorts, toying with her wetness. She let out a soft moan, as I pumped my fingers faster. She pressed her lips to mine, hungrily kissing me. Her mouth formed a small ‘o’ as she neared he peak.

 

Satisfied, I pulled my fingers from her shorts, earning myself a warning glance. “Don’t tease me,” She warned. I slid off her shorts, and she gladly parted her legs.

 

I slid inside of her, smiling when I felt how tight she was.  “Harry,” She moaned, adjusting to my size.  Her grip on my back tightened, as I increased my pace.

 

I ran my hands over her body, admiring her many love faces. As I concentrated on hitting it just right, I could feel her reaching her climax. I brushed her g-spot once more, and that was enough to send her over the edge. I came a few strokes later.

 

I leaned against the counter, struggling to catch my breath. “What took you so long?” She smiled, running her fingers through my hair. “I thought for sure all those short skirts and bending over when I know your watching me water my grass would have made you come faster.”

 

I smirked. “You have a boyfriend.”

 

“But my boyfriend doesn’t do it like you.” Her lips curved into a devilish smile. “Plus, I don’t see him.”

 

I pulled up my pants, turning to leave. “Well next time he's not around…” I trailed off, thinking to myself. Did I really want this? Fuck yeah. “Call me.”

“Oh I will,” She cooed. “And maybe next time the hood of the car.”

I smiled, leaving on that note. I knew (Y/N) was bad, but I had no idea she was that freaky. Today was my lucky day.