Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

The Styles Brothers

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You were at Harry's house because his mother insisted you joined the family for dinner.

While Anne continued to cook, you and harry were up stairs in his room.

You laid underneath Harry as he hovered over your small frame on the bed.

He pecked kisses to your neck, occasionally stopping to suck on your sweet spot.

"Harry...." you whimpered.

He brought his lips all the way back up to yours, kissing you passionately and rubbing up your thigh as he hitched it around his waist.

You skimmed your nails on his shoulders as he grinded against you.

"Hey harry, have you seen my lucky pair of sock- OH SLIPPERY CHOCOLATE NUGGETS!!!!" We heard a voice scream as they opened the door.

"Dammit Marcel!!" Harry yelled, lifting off of you.

Harry glared at his younger brother, frustrated that he ruined the moment.

"Sorry button. I was just wondering if you seen my lucky socks" Marcel asked, pushing his glasses back to the bridge of his nose.

"No I haven't seen your Damn socks" Harry spit.

You elbowed him.

"What?" Harry asked innocently.

You glared at him and he sighed.

"No I haven't seen them. Check in the wash room or your room again, now if you'll excuse me, Y/ N and I are busy" Harry repeated, nicer.

"You're right. They're probably on my night stand next to my favorite book and underwear" Marcel agreed.

"Yea yea, woo hoo, now get lost" Harry mumbled, crawling back over my body.

"H-hi Y/N" Marcel said suddenly.

"Hey Marcey" you greeted giving him a small smile.

Marcel smiled widely in reply, loving the nickname you gave him.

He gave you a wave.

Harry turned around to face his brother.

"Didn't I tell you to get lost?" Harry asked his twin.

"Right sorry. You two can continue. You're as cute as a button...every single one of you" his high pitched, nerdy voice cried out as he grinned, leaving the room.

You laughed loudly.

You loved Marcel.

"Dork" Harry said, referring to his brother.

"Hey. Why are you so mean to him?" You asked.

"I'm not mean...just brotherly. Plus I hate when he always ruin moments like these" he complained.

You rolled your eyes and kissed his lips.

"Well I love Marcel" you said.

"And he, You" Harry replied.

You smiled.

"I'm serious Y/ N. The little nerd use to have a crush on you until I told him you were mine" Harry admitted.

"What??" You gasped.

"He liked you since the fourth grade. Remember you use to come over all the time and hang out with him. Well that one day, when you tripped and almost fell, but I caught you....I fell in love with you.....And I told Marcel."

"What did he do?" You questioned.

"He was pissed. The reason I told him was because I remember him telling me one day that he had the biggest crush on you....and I would have felt guilty if I continued to lie to him about liking you" Harry continued with the story.

Wow.

That's absolutely crazy.

"Does he still....you know..." you asked, hoping Marcel moved on.

"Poor lad still writes your name all over his notebook" Harry laughed.

"Awww" you pouted.

"Pisses me off a bit. Especially in the middle of the night when I hear 'Oh Y/ N, faster' " Harry mocked his little brother.

Your jaw dropped.

"Little twerp masturbates to my girl-

"Okay Harry that's enough, I get it" you cut him off in disgust.

He laughed.

"What? I don't blame him. You're irresistible" he smiled, connecting his lips with yours.