Harry Styles Imagines

#8. Grinding

You and Harry have a date today. He has invited you at a popular, local pub.

You wear a little black dress. It reaches your mid-thigh and is strapless. You put on matching, black sandals and leave your hair to fall down your sides in soft waves. You apply minimum amount of makeup, that's how Harry likes it.

You enter the pub, music is blasting, mixed with the babble of teenagers or young adults, the air smells of liquor and sweat but also of something sweet. You see Harry next to the DJ, whispering something is his ear then suddenly, 'Little Black Dress' starts to play. Your eyes widen and your face splits into a huge grin. You see Harry, gazing at you. Even at the distance, you can feel the intensity of his gaze.

You both walk, more like doge between people, towards each other.

"You look so damn sexy." He admires.

You blush, "you don't look less sexy yourself." You return the compliment.

Harry smiles, his dimple popping. "Lets get a few drinks." You sit on the bar stool, Harry next to you, all the while looking at you, even when he orders. You talk for a few minutes as you sip the drinks. You feel yourself loosen a bit.

"Lets dance." You offer.

Harry gladly accepts. You dance to the beat for a while, then seeing a couple grinding against each other, you also start. It takes Harry by surprise, as you hips grind against his crotch, he moans at the contact.

You sexily, pull your hair over your head, and grind, while Harry places his hands over your stomach and guides you. After a few heated minutes, he spins you to face him, his hand cups your cheek, while the other snakes it's way around your waist.

He kisses you, his lips moving a fast, passionate pace. Your bodies sway to the beat, never breaking contact, except to take short breaths.