Harry Styles Imagines

Too Hot

"Truth or dare?" Harry said with a smirk. He combed his fingers through his hair as you thought silently to yourself.

Both you and Harry were drunk and he had the brilliant idea of playing truth or dare. Harry was your best friend so you knew that nothing crazy was going to happen which is why you agreed to his idea.

"Dare," you said after a few moments. The smirk on Harry's face widened as he lifted up the full bottle of vodka and pressed it to his lips then tilted the bottle back. You grabbed the bottle from his hand as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand. You took a swig and waited for him to speak.

"I dare you to play too hot with me." He said after a pause. He swiped his tongue over his lips and you smirked. You placed down the bottle of vodka and moved closer to him. "Fuck this is going to be so hard." He said raspily. He moved closer to you and stood up on his knees. You did the same and placed your arms behind your back so you wouldn't be tempted to touch him.

Harry pressed his lips sloppily against yours and you had to fight every urge not to touch him. He had a hard time too because his hands were placed behind his head and he would occasionally lift them and then place them back down.

He bit down on your lower lip and you couldn't help but move your hands behind your back and brush them down his neck. He broke the kiss and slurred, "You lose." You nodded your head and moved your fingertips down his neck and to his shirt. You didn't care if you lost you just couldn't control yourself. "I win." He said softly into your ear and he picked you up off the floor and carried you into the bedroom.