Harry Styles Imagines

#4. Masquerade

You and Harry have been invited to a masquerade party by Harry's parents to celebrate their wedding anniversary.

You put on your ball gown which you had specially tailored for this occasion. It is thin on the bodice, clinging to you like second skin with a low neckline but aquamarine gems cover till it's just the right, but allowing enough to show your collar bones. The dress is just as tight against your hips, but flow to your feet like a mermaids tail. The dress is golden, shining like pure gold and giving a beautiful glow to your already radiant skin.

You put on your golden sandals, which are high heeled yet comfortable, prepared for a lot of dancing. Then you put on your mask and move put of the house.

You are going to the masquerade party with Niall. You two drive, chatting on the way. He looks gorgeous, with his blue eyes and dark blue tailored suit.

The party is with filled with chattering, low music, women with beautiful, delicate masks on.

You spot Harry beside a blonde, her boobs sticking out and her eyes painted midnight black, like she has been punched- by a sumo wrestler. Harry throws his head back and laughs at something she said which sends a pang of jealousy to run through you.

But then, as if she has sensed your presence, Harry's head turn to look at you, his eyes widen and he walks towards you.

The woman is left standing, looking dumbfounded, her expression would have been comical if you weren't noticing Harry's intense green eyes staring at you.

He stands inches apart from you, oblivious to the swarm of people.

He looks gorgeous. Just like a gentleman, a rowdy gentle man. His long hair fall over his shoulders. His off-white coat, trimmed over his slender frame. The luscious way it fits his chest and shoulders and his narrow hips makes you speechless.

"You-u look beau-tiful." He ends in a whisper, stuttering. He gulps which makes his Adam's apple bob up and down and his dimple to pop out, making him look extremely cute.

"So do you, I-I mean handsome." You stutter then bite your lower lip.

"Your innocence turn me on." Harry says, his eyes have turned a darker shade of green with lust.

Too shy to say anything, you look down, playing with your fingers.

"I want you so bad right now, you don't even know." His breath brushes against your neck a you realize that his lips are grazing your neck.

"Calm your hormones, Styles." You say even though yours are running wild.

"You want me to?!" He asks, his voice husky.

"Yes." You lie, looking away.

Harry smirks then pulls you by your hand, leading you to the balcony.

"I said yes, I want you to calm your hormones." You whisper-yell.

"Really? I heard you say 'no'." He says innocently.

You sigh. Not bad, that's what you wanted.

You reach the balcony, he stands with you in a corner as the darkness engulfs you, both.

His hands pulls you closer to him, his shiny green eyes looking at your with such an intensity that you are forced to look down. His hand wraps around your waist while the other tugs at your hair to pull your head back.

His lips touches the skin on your shoulder. He sucks and licks at random spots then trails wet kisses to your lips. His arms moves to pull you closer by your hips. As his lips links with yours. He nibbles at your lower lips making you moan.