Harry Styles Imagines

[01] Moody.

After proving Harry wrong last night, he hasn't been too happy all morning. I had some free time off of work so I decided to come along to the studio, he wasn't impressed with my decision but I wasn't prepared to spend my time sitting around in our apartment for a few hours.

The car journey was awkward and silent. He storms ahead as I follow behind, carrying everyone's drinks that I got on the way. I roll my eyes at his pettiness towards me.

I open the door to see all eyes on me, Harry didn't even bother looking.

"Hey y/n, thanks for the drinks!" Louis gets up grabbing the refreshments, putting them down greeting me into a hug.

I smile over at Niall as I sit next to him, "what's wrong with stroppy pants over there? He hasn't acknowledged us all morning" he asks, speaking softly so Harry wouldn't hear.

"We had a little disagreement last night leading to me proving him wrong, now he's being like this" I lift my hands gesturing towards Harry. Niall laughs a little, shaking his head. I take a sip of my coffee, the room becoming uncommunicative, the only thing you could hear is the tapping of Harry's foot.

A few hours pass, Harry still not saying a word.

I was starting to get bored, I've been talking to Liam mostly, scrolling through Twitter. I look up at Harry, he's looking at me. His emerald eyes practically burning into me. He realizes his act, sharply turning his head back so he's facing the wall. I put my phone on the armrest of the chair and walk over to him, resting my arms on his broad shoulders and bringing them around his neck, kissing softly below his ear.

I could feel him shiver underneath me as I reached his sweet spot. I move down to his neck, he leans his head back so I have more access.

"Harry, baby, I'm sorry for proving you wrong" Harry pauses, shrugging me off, not enjoying my company anymore. The remainder of my achievement from last night being brought back to him.

I sigh. I look behind me to see the boys looking amused at my attempts to get attention.

I part my lips to say something else, being interrupted by Liam, "Harry, I think your girlfriend wants your willy!" I gasp at what he had said and flip him off, the boys burst out in laughter. Even hearing a little giggle from Harry.

"You think that's funny Harry Styles!" His ignorance got the better of me. I pull out his chair and position myself on his lap, he looks up at me with an expression in his eyes 'don't you dare.

I rest my hands on his shoulders traveling my way down to his waist then reaching his jeans. I snake my hand underneath. He gives me a look, he was struggling.

"Ok ok, I'm not mad anymore!" He panics as I carry on with my thing. He groans at my actions, completely unaware of what was about to hit him.

I realize the boys were still there, I looked up at them, raising my brows. They all quickly clear out of the room, hearing them laugh out into the corridor.

Harry throws his head back as I pleasure him, palming his erection through his boxers. I come up to his ear and whisper in a seductive tone. "Is Mr. Styles sorry for being moody with me" he became weak at my words.

"Yes- oh god yes," he says between groans, I smile and stop my movements. I take my hand away and get off of him, brushing down my clothes. He looks at me with frustration in his eyes.

"Baby, why are you stopping?" Harry leaps up from his chair, coming close to me, holding my forearm.

"Oh, I'm just doing what you did to me. You stopped talking to me so I'll leave you like that. Stopping you from reaching your high," I smirk, looking down at his prominent bulge. I innocently smile at him, walking away to take a trip to the bathroom. I open the door, the boys slightly falling as the door pulled away from their bodies.

"I hope you heard everything boys, he's going to be in that state for a while," The boys stand up straight, watching me walk past them. Their eyes widen, looking back at Harry covering his boner.