Harry Styles Imagines

My bestfriend's brother

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*CONTENTS IN THIS IMAGINE WILL BE VERY INACCURATE. REMEMBER, IT'S ONLY FICTIONAL*

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M I C H E L L E

He was my best friend of 6 years but he was 1 year younger than me, meaning we didn't have any classes together. We only had lunch together and study period.

"Hey," he greeted as he walked into his bedroom. It was always him at my house or I at his. Because he had to take his younger brother home, I always got back before him.

"Look at this Li," I smirked as I showed his the school's newsletter. It was of him on the cover about his win at the 'Battle of the Bands'. But what caught my eye was that his fly was open, and a bright red arrow I had marked was pointed to it. He snatched the booklet from my hands as he glanced at image. His cheeks turned a crimson red which caused me to burst out laughing. He frowned at me as I tried to contain myself.

"Harry is beginning to irritate me. He's hanging around with those druggie boys after school, so I end up waiting an extra 15 minutes for him." He grumbled as he plopped onto his bed with a science textbook.

"Oy, Liam did you take m- Oh...Hey Michelle." Harry smirked as he barged into Liam's room. I tried to contain my expression as he sent me wink. Liam looked up at his brother and rolled his eyes.

"Why was the door closed, you guys fooling around?" He asked, keeping his eyes on mine.

No but you and I are

Liam began to blush as usual. I pretended to roll my eyes as if he was annoying me but all I could think about was him pressing his toned body against mine.

"Um...Michelle can you...um help me out with our Math's homework?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck. Liam looked at us strangely as if he knew something.

"Why do you always seem to ask her for help with your Maths? You're good at Maths." Liam asked in a strange tone. I bit my lip in nervousness.

Crap.

"Well she's better. You getting jealous big brother?" He cocked his eyebrow. Liam blushed. Again.

"No, Ofcourse not. Just go but don't hog her again."

I rolled my eyes at him as I pushed him from his seat in the corner of the bed.

I followed him to his room and closed it once I stepped in. He stood still by the bed as I walked towards his computer desk to check out the math work but I was taken by surprise when he pushed me into the wall behind me. Now he was standing infront of me, his hot breath fanning my face. I stared into his eyes and down to his lips, which were curved up into a smirk. He put one hand by the wall behind me and grabbed my waist with the other.

"You're so hot." He mumbled, grazing his lips across mine. I huffed as I pulled his lips onto mine. We hurriedly moved them in sync as he pushed my body into his even closer. I could feel him unbutton my dress quickly to where the buttons stopped. He continued to grind himself on me, grazing his fingers on my butt. I rose his hand away from my ass to my waist.

"We have about 20 minutes before he starts getting suspicious." He panted. I pushed his face away from mine which he cocked an eyebrow at. "Oh come on babe, we've been doing this for 2 months now. I've waited long for you." He sighed. I rolled my eyes and pushed him away from me, buttoning up the school dress which was half done, revealing my black lace bra.

"I'm not your f.uck buddy." I muttered, patting my hair down from our previous encounter. He sighed as he popped himself on the couch, patting his hair down.

"What do you want from this then?" He asked. I whipped my head to his, sitting on the computer desk and crossing my legs.

"I'm not a w.hore Harry. I'm not doing this to get some sort of pleasure from you."

He bit his lip again and leaned his head back onto the seat. "So...you want a formal relationship right?"

I was quiet. I knew how he felt about that. He wasn't crazy about the idea, but I wasn't going to just be a f.uck and run kind of girl.

"Michelle, you know how I feel about that. I really do like you okay? But I'm not a r-"

"Relationship type of guy. Yeah, I get it."

"Besides, if my brother found out we were dating or something, he wouldn't be okay with it. He's practically in love with you Mi,"

I rolled my eyes at his comment. I knew about Liam but that wasn't going to happen when I was so into his brother.

"Whatever." I groaned as I stood up, getting ready to leave. "Whatever's...going on here...it's not happening anymore okay?"

He stood up quickly, walking to me and placing his arms around my waist, but I wouldn't look him in the eye.

"Don't be like that babe, we can act still all coupley if you'd like but I just don't like that whole formal naming thing ," he placed his head on my forehead but I ignored him.

"Don't babe me. I really need to go, Liam's probably becoming suspicious. This...never happened. Got it?" I snapped, snatching his toned arms from my waist and exiting.

I couldn't help feel like I was making a mistake. It was the closest I would ever get with Harry but I wasn't going to continue to fool around like that, especially with his brother in the other room.