#personalimagine

You're at Harry's house tonight. Yes, Harry Styles. You've been friends for a couple months now after he asked for your number when he saw you at one of Nick Grimshaw's parties. Tonight he had invited you over to his for a movie night. You had been doing these alot lately. You'd usually just turn up with some of his favourite foods and he'd buy the film and get everything set up at his. You couldn't do it at yours as you hadn't got your own house yet and you couldn't trust your dad not to come downstairs, sit in between you two and automatically think something was going on relationship wise. I spend most of my free nights here anyway as it always gets too late to drive home and Harry worries.

Tonight you had decided to let Harry decide which film to watch as you decide most nights. You ring the doorbell and harry comes to the door in trackies and a white top, also wearing a massive smile before hugging you and pulling you quickly inside. "The movies going to start, quickly Emily!" "Ok, ok Haz. Two minutes- I'm going toilet and here's the food." As Harry takes the pot of ice cream and bag of all sorts of junk food you run upstairs to his massive bathroom.

When you come out Harry is already sat on the sofa waiting for you. On the coffee table infront sits around 5 big bowls of unhealthy snacks and two oranges. You both have a little joke about keeping healthy that you're not going to go into. "EMILY, WHY DO YOU TAKE FOREVER TO PEE?" he groans. "Oh shutup Harry, what are we watching then?" "Titanic, you love this film too yeah?" He smiles like a little child at his choice. "OMG HARRY, I love it. Leonardo DiCaprio too, wouldn't mind him." "Me either, mmmm" You love the little jokes Harry makes, so immature yet so funny and cute.

A bit further into the film it gets to the part where Jack and Rose have the 'car scene'. "Aw, this is my favourite part" you yelp and sit up with your knees up to your chest." Harry looks at you and laughs. "Shhhh! Don't ruin the moment silly!" You snap playfully. "Emily..." "Harry, please be quiet just for this scene. Its so cute." you plead with Harry to just shutup. "No, Emily-" His hands cup your cheeks and he kisses you on the lips. Only a quick peck but when you move away from eachother you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him again; ignoring your favourite part of the movie. The kiss goes on for ages, his tongue battling with yours for dominance. His lips were so soft and suptle. Is it wrong you're enjoying this moment with one of your closest friends.

No one spoke for atleast 3 minutes while you kissed romantically with the titanic music on in the background (by Celine Dión). "I can make cuter moments than Leonardo DiCaprio" He mutters before kissing you once again. The wine had gotten to you. What if this isn't meant to be. Its worth a shot, right? As Harry's hands traveled up towards your neck he ran his index finger along your collarbone giving you sharp goosebumps along your arms. As he began to leave small kisses on your neck, you helped him remove your top and your jeans so you were laying in your matching lace knickers and bra. You couldn't resist but to remove his top revealing his biceps and tattoos. The kiss continued, getting sloppier and more intense, groans escaped the both of your mouths before you were both in your underwear.

~Time skip~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes  You had been invited on tour by your best friend Harry. You were staying on this cramped tour bus which often got stunk out by the boys old food and washing.

Today was the boys day off. You layed staring out the window with your headphones in leaning on Nialls shoulder wrapped in a blanket. The boys were chatting about random things. Liam and Zayn talking about the weather while Niall and Louis spoke about a new resturant near where their next concert is. The door swung open as Harry walked in drenched from the rain. "Hiya guys" the shouted with a smile. Everybody looked awkwardly at eachother due to knowing what had happened. Niall tapped you on the shoulder to get your attention. You take out your headphones and notice Harry before putting them back in. "Niall, i'm gonna go to bed" you whisper quietly to Niall. You stand up putting the blanket on Niall and switching off your music. "Night everyone" You smile to everyone. Ignoring Harry but not making it too obvious.

As you get into your room you take off your shoes and your clothes and put on some shorts and your dads large t'shirt. Since you share a room with Harry he's bound to come in any minute so you try to fall asleep as quick as possible. You just couldn't! He got into bed, noticing your mood.

"What's up with you miss?" he says while shaking your arm. "What makes you say theres something wrong?" you snap rather coldly. "Well usually you'd have jumped up to me when i walk through the door to make you pasta or something, and you never go bed this early!" "I'm tired, not really hungry. That's it" you pull yourself further underneath the covers and further away from Harry in the double bed you share. "I know you're lying Y/N! You can tell me." He places a hand on your shoulder before you shake him off. His eyes widen at your unexpected action. "OK, you want to know whats wrong? you, thats whats wrong?" "M-M-ME" he stutters pointing to himself. "Yes Harry. You! I've been training for these Dance finals for years and you've been to nearly every single one of my practises and suddenly a better offer comes up and you don't even turn up. I made a fool of myself Harry. I thought you were there!" you could tell he had forgotton by his expression. "Oh my god Y/N. I totally forgot. I would never have bailed on you, especially for your dancing, you have to believe me. It was a total accident." "Oh it was a total accident that you asked a girl on a date. Last time i checked you don't 'accidently' ask someone on a date Harry!" "WHAT?" He sits up looking rather p*ssed off. "Don't play stupid. That's one thing you aren't- well i'm not too sure anymore. KENDALL? Oh thats not good, forgetting about your date half hour after. I thought better of you Styles" You began to walk away as Harry shouted to you. "You can be so bitchy sometimes Y/N, it was a date. You think its easy seeing you cuddle up to Niall and flirting with him?" This made you angrier than before. "THIS ISN'T ABOUT YOU BEING WITH OTHER GIRLS. ITS BREAKING PROMISES TO SOMEONE WHO'S MEANT TO BE YOUR BEST FRIEND. Me and Niall were NOT flirting. I was tired so i leant on him. He's been there for me today when you weren't. He picked me up and took me to dinner. He tried to make me feel better where as you've made me feel worthless Harry. All these years... for nothing. I hate you!" You storm out of the room already regretting those last words. As you run out into the living area it was empty so you decide to go to Niall's room. He was alone, good! You open the door crying hysterically. "Niall." "Oh my god Y/N, come in." He pats the empty space next to him on his bed for you to come and sit. He pulls you close to him before kissing the top of your head. "Did you speak to Harry?" He asks lifting your face so your eyes meet. Your words just makes it out over your wimpers. "Y-Y-Yes. He was a total idiot about it. I thought we were best friends. I thought he was different!"

Your Spanish Tutor - Niall

You were sat across from the blue eyed not natural blonde beautiful boy that had an amazing mind for the Spanish language. 

"So do you understand that?" Niall asked, his Irish accent very thick as he looked up at you. 

Niall might of looked cool and calm from your view - but underneath he was dying to kiss your precious lips. 

He was dying to place his hands on your hips and pull you close to his warm body. 

God Niall wanted you. 

"Sorry?" You asked, you had totally zoomed out - and who could blame you?

He was too beautiful to be human. 

"You weren't listening were you?" He laughed, as he pulled your hand across the table. 

You could feel your heart start to race as he touched your skin. 

Oh god how were you going to get through these tutoring lessons and god did you need them 

You were absolutely shite at the Spanish language. 

You remembered signing up for the class - being excited, thinking that it would all be a new experience and that maybe in the process you would meet a beautiful Spanish boy that could seduce you in his beautiful Spanish accent. 

Well you'd met the beautiful boy - he just wasn't Spanish but at this point you couldn't care less - also he could speak the language so really you'd won that part. 

As for the rest you were domed. 

"I'm sorry, I just I can't I don't get the language at all," you moaned totally giving up. 

"Well listen, we'll try this last lesson and if you don't get it we'll go watch some spanish film okay?" he smiled, reassuring you. 

He took a Spanish book and placed it under your hand - the hand he had taken in his. 

"Can you try and read me one of the pages from this book?" He asked, looking at you - his blue eyes shined a little with faith in you. 

All you had to read were a few Spanish sayings but god did you know you were about to make a fool out of yourself. 

"A caball regad no say les miren loss dientez," You muttered the words which you knew were coming out wrong. 

Niall let a loud laugh escape his perfect lips as he sat back in his seat. 

You sat back your cheeks becoming heated as you hid your head behind your ear, his laugh died down and you heard him push his seat back as he made his way over to you. 

His hands were moving your hair behind your ears before you knew it and his lips were on yours. 

The first kiss was light, he pulled his head away to whisper to you. 

"Don't hide your face, it's too beautiful to be hidden," he mumbled as his lips landed back on yours. 

Soon his tongue had found  entrance into your mouth. 

As yours had found into his. 

Your tongues met and both your tastes mixed into one anothers. 

You were taken from your seat, as your legs wrapped around his torso, as his hands rubbed the small of your back. 

Your hands flew to his hair as you pulled on it, moans escaped both your lips. 

Your bodies fitted together like two jigsaw pieces. 

He brought you to the couch and lay you down while he places kisses down your neck, stopping to suck on your sweet tasting skin. 

"Niall," his name left your lips before you could stop them. 

"I have wanted you to say my name like that since the very moment I agreed to tutor you," he laughed as his head came back into view. 

His blue eyes staring into yours as a smile took over your face. 

"You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered. 

"God Niall, just fuck me," you declared. 

He sat up and pulled your body into his side. 

"Not tonight, I don't think I want to just fuck you Nicole," He muttered, as he ran his free hand over your thigh. 

And even though you wanted to fuck him hard, real hard you knew he was probably right. 

Why give him everything in one night? 

Maybe this could be more than just a one off thing.