Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

Hickeys

Harry pulled your chair out at the dining table as the two of you joined your parents for breakfast.

"Thank you mom for the food" you said as you sat down.

"Yes, thank you so much Mrs. Y/L/N" Harry smiled.

"Anytime. And Harry, I told you, you can call me Y/M/N" your mother laughed.

"Right. Sorry Y/M/N" Harry apologized.

"So did the two of you sleep well?" Your mom asked.

Memories of the amazing sex you and Harry had last night filled your head.

"Oh yea. Very comfy" Harry smirked, causing you to blush.

"Um Y/ N....what's that on your neck?" Your dad asked.

You looked at him confused.

Harry moved your hair away from your neck just to see the enormous hickey he had left.

"Oh my god" Harry said quietly. "It's a hickey" he mouthed.

Your face turned the brightest red it ever could have as your mother and father continued to examine the bruise.

"Oh um....I fell" you lied.

"Fell?" Your dad asked. "On what? Harry's lips?"

"Oh Y/F/N hush!! Let them be. You remember how you use to leave them all over me?" Your mother said.

You felt your scrambled eggs start to come back up.

"Ya know. I think harry and I will just eat our breakfast outside on the deck" you suggested.

"You mean dick" you heard your father quietly murmur.

"Y/F/N!!" My mom scolded my dad.

"DAD!!" I glared.

"Sorry, I meant go ahead" your father corrected.

You rolled your eyes and ran outside, trying to hide the embarrassment that continued to cover your face.