#imagine You and Harry have been dating for two months, and he asked you to stay with him at his house tonight. You’re getting ready to leave, when you get a text saying “when you get here come on up to my room you know the way ;) xxx” You had expected this message, because he sends it every time you go to his house.
When you get there, you leave your bag in your car. You just want to hurry up and see him. You push open his bedroom door, and he jumps up. “Hey babe,” he smiles and you can’t help but to smile back. “Where’s your stuff,” he asks. “I left it in the car I’ll get it later,” you tell him. You sit on his bed. “So, what do you have planned?” you ask watching him cross the room. “We are going to watch The Goonies, do you like that one?” “It’s one of my favorites, good choice Styles,” you joke. He laughs and puts the movie in.
When the movie is over, you decide to get ready for bed. He steps out of the room for you to change. “Harry,” you yell, “is it okay if I wear one of your shirts?” “I’d be mad if you didn’t,” he yells from the kitchen. You look through his closet and find his Mick Jagger shirt. “This will work,” you say to yourself. You put it on, and go to put on your pants when you realize your pants are still in your car. “Shit!” you yell. Harry comes in, “I heard you yell is something wro-“ he stops as he realizes you only have on his shirt and your underwear. “Oh,” he smiles mischievously, “I see.”
He walks over and grabs your hand. He places it on his chest, and you feel his heart beating fast. You look up, and he is staring at you. You’ve never seen this look before, but you like it. “I want you Linda,” he groans. “Wh-what?” you ask surprised. He pushes you up against the wall and starts kissing you roughly, first your lips then your neck. “I want you…now,” he sighs. “Harry,” you try to speak, but you can’t. Your heart is pounding. He grabs your chin and pulls your face closer to his and kisses you passionately. He lifts you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist.
Kissing you the whole time, he finds his light and turns it off. He lays you on his bed, and starts slowly removing your clothes. He kisses your jaw line, your chest, and down your stomach, giving you goose bumps. You grab his face and kiss him, biting is top lip teasingly. “I love you Linda,” he groans. That’s the first time he has ever told you that. “I love you too Harry,” you sigh. This is it, this was the first time you two have had sex, and it was perfect.
Afterwards, you both just lay there looking into each other’s eyes. “This night was way better than I planned,” Harry smiles and kisses you. “It was perfect,” you smile. He grabs your waist and pulls you closer, and kisses your forehead. “So, I kind of have a surprise for you.” Harry looks at you smiling. “Oh yeah, what’s that?” you ask. “Well it requires clothes,” he laughs, “I’ll go get your bag for you, then meet me in the shed outside.”
You get dressed, still wearing Harry’s shirt, and walk out to the shed. There you find Harry, Zayn, Liam, Louis, and Niall sitting on the couch, Niall with guitar in hand. “What’s this,” you ask shocked. “I talked the guys into throwing you a mini concert,” Harry says. He pulls you up a chair, and you sit and listen to your boyfriend and his best friends sing to you.
An hour passes and the guys leave, because it’s getting late. “Let’s lay outside for a little bit,” you suggest, and Harry agrees. You both lay on the hood of your car and look up at the stars. “What a perfect way to end the day,” you say scooting closer to harry. “It’s not over yet,” he smiles, “It’s 11:59” He leans over and kisses you, the longest, most passionate kiss you have ever dreamed of. “Now what a perfect way to end and start a day.” He smiles as he pulls you closer. “I love you Linda, and nothing will ever change that.” This night was perfect, that’s really the only way you could describe it. “I love you too Harry,” you say as a tear runs down your face. He wipes it away and kisses you. This was the best day of your life, and you and Harry both knew there were many more like this to come.
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