Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

Forced Kisses

"KISS ME DAMMIT!!!" Harry groaned.

Right now the two of you were messing around as you laid in bed lazily.

You denied every kiss Harry asked for and now he was only getting playfully annoyed.

His lips went for yours and you turned your head again.

He did another go and you returned the act.

He grabbed your arms and pushed you onto the bed, hovering over you and grabbing your cheeks with one of his hands and squishing them so your lips poked out.

"KISS ME!!!" Harry yelled, pushing your squished cheeks to his lips.

You frowned as he won the game.

He only smiled and kissed all over your face just to annoy you.

"Your irritating" you spit.

He shrugged.

"But I love you."

"Yea, wish I could say the same" you teased just to drive him crazy.

He laughed and kissed your lips again, applying more pressure to your arms.

You then wiggled underneath him determined to become free.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked as he grinned down at your terrible attempt.

"I'M BREAKING FREE, I'M SOARIIIING!! FLYYYYYYING!!!!" You sung loudly.

"There's not a scar...in heaven that we can't preach" Harry tried to sing.

You laughed uncontrollably.

"Oh my god Harry no. Those aren't the lyrics" you told him.

"No?" Harry asked, seeming surprised.

You chuckled.

"You're such a total high school musical fan" you teased.

"Hey...no teasing...that's like...totally the rules of feminism" Harry said in a girly voice.

"And apparently a mean girls fan too."