Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

Long Car Rides

Harry's arm was draped around your shoulder and a blanket was draped on both of your laps. The sky was just beginning to set in the night sky surrounding your car with a beautiful view. Oranges, pinks and purples filled your field of vision and left you in awe. You leaned up in your seat in the back of your friend's shitty old car and looked out the window.

"It's beautiful," you said softly but just loud enough for Harry to hear. His fingertips ran down your shoulder ever so lightly that small goosebumps began to rise on your skin.

"It's beautiful but not as beautiful as you are," he said cheesily and you sat back down in your seat. Harry's eyes examined your every feature and his fingertips trailed down your forearm. His hand then connected with yours and your fingers intertwined.

"That was pretty cheesy Harry," you said with a grin. "Like 90's television show cheesy." 

Harry chuckled. "You should know by now that cheesy jokes and comments are my specialty." 

You cupped your free hand over your mouth. "That's for sure," you added. Harry smirked and brought your intertwined hands up to his lips while pressing a light kiss to your knuckles. Your head leaned against his chest and you focused on the simple silence of the car and the beat of Harry's heart;