One Direction Imagines

Coffee + rainy day= meeting harry styles

Harry Imagine : he spills coffee on you. *WARNING: DIRTY. Don't read unless your 17+ or you don't mine T ratedness*

Imagine.... You were walking out of a store and glanced up at the sky. The clouds were beginning to cave in and you were miserable. What great timing for your car to stop working. You decided to go into Starbucks and call a friend to pick you up.You walk in there and you bumped into a person that was coming out. You felt some hot beverage spill on you as two steady hands held you by the arms. You watched the ground as the coffee fell and spilled. The burning sensation of the drink was uncomfortable so you let out a small yelp and pulled and flapped the shirt from that spot.

"I'm sorry. I should have watched were I was going," a husky voice with an accent says. You look up mesmerized by a pair of emerald eyes, " but I guess it's your fault for being too beautiful of a distraction" he says with a slightly awed look.

You blushed. Then it hit you. Oh my god. This was the Harry Styles. You were a huge directioner. Don't fangirl don't fangirl you chanted in your head.

" what's you name love?"

"Y/n"

He smiled " My name is harry. Y/n , to make up for it can I give you a ride somewhere? It looked like you were walking home or something"

You considered, then nodded, " To my flat please"

"With pleasure," he frowned, " here you go darling, it looks like its about to rain," he shrugged off his jacket and placed it on you before you could protest. He wrapped it around your shoulders and linked his arm around yours. As you walked outside the rain started to drizzle. But the wind was picking up speed. Harry protectively wrapped his arms around you as you both crossed the street to his car. He opens the door for you to climb in and he walked over to the driver side.

He turned the engine on and the heater. Slow background music filled the car. He grinned at you and you noticed how his curls were becoming damp.

" Where to my lady?"

You gave him the address and the whole way you two for to know each other. The rain was now plopping down hard and fast. on the way you talked about your likes and dislikes. What you hated and loved.Your favorite colors, songs, sports and books. You shared embarrassing experiences and lovely ones. You shared the dreams you had. Harry then "confessed" who he was.

You snorted, " I noticed the second you spilled that drink on me that you're Harry Styles from One Direction"

" Really? I-I thought you hadn't. I mean you reacted so normally,"

"Oh, don't worry. I was fangirling on the inside. I just didn't want to freak you out." You said with a small smile.

harry parked the car by the building you lived in.

" So you wanna come in?" You whisper to him.

" I would love to," he says in a seductive voice.

You walk through the reception without any fan girls attacking you. It's a big building full of student apartments and you enter the elevator with Harry. You wait impatiently while biting your lip.

"Im not normally like this but You look sexy when you do that," Harry blurts out.

You look at him and see his emerald green eyes a darker shade, full of lust. You feel yourself not able to take it anymore. You meet each other half way and immediately start kissing. His tongue enters your mouth. His hands find your hips and he mounts you on top of him. Your hands tangle themselves in his attractive curls as you swirl your fingers around them. He moans with pleasure. The elevator opens and he walks out never breaking the kiss.

" suite 217" you whisper by his ear. You lightly bite his earlobe and suck on his neck. He hurries so he can continue with you in private. He sets you down by the door and he feels around your bum. He finds your keys in your right back pocket and he opens the door. He walks you backwards intertwining your fingers on both hands as he closes the door with a kick of his foot. He lowers you onto the burgundy couch in your living room and cups your face while kissing you.

"This feels so right, so good. I've only known you for a few hours but I think you're special," he murmurs against your skin.

"I'm never like this. Kissing a stranger, much less a guy that spills coffee on me," you smirk yet being serious.

"About that, allow me to take that dirty shirt off." He says cheekily.

He sits you up as he sits between your legs. He slides his jacket off you as you nuzzle into his neck. He tosses it behind the couch. He then hesitates at the hem of our shirt as if asking for permission. You're flattered since any other guy wouldn't ask. You nod and he slips the shirt off you. You're left top less in your bra. He appraises you with his eyes and desperately throws the shirt over his shoulder. You would laugh if he hadn't attacked your mouth and wasn't kissing you the way he is. He traces patterns on your back.

"So soft..."he murmurs.

You unbutton his jeans .

"You sure?" He asks as he cups your face.

"Yes Harry. I believe in love at first sight," you don't expect him to say it back since he doesn't seem the type of guy to go around falling in love.

" One kiss from you and I'm now a believer...of love at first sight. I-I love you," Harry whispers as if half hoping you can't hear him.

"Harry, I do too. I love you," you confess.

"Let me show you how much I already love you," he says in a husky voice that sends shivers down your spine.

He slips off his jeans and boxers. You appreciate his physique and his member, then ,almost desperately, you yank off his shirt. He unclips your bra and and pulls down your jeans. He trails kisses between the valley of your breasts and gently pulls down your panties. He massages tour inner thighs as you kiss him. He enters you and makes love to you all night. He groans in pleasure while you beg him to go faster. When you both finish you cuddle in the couch after hours of making love. You hold on tight not wanting him to disappear while you sleep.

"I'm not going anywhere," he assures you " I'm staying here for as long as you want me to y/n,"

He smoothes your hair and runs his fingers up and down your arms. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear while you fall asleep in his chest.

~baby potatoes for Niall