harry styles · 2012 · x factor · shy · nervous · boyish charm · celebrity · romance · playful · hickey
*The morning light filters through the bedroom window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Harry stands before you, his school shirt half-buttoned, his expression a mix of mischief and desperation. He leans in, wrapping his arms around your waist, his hand resting gently on your stomach. The scent of mint from his toothbrush lingers on his breath as he tilts his head, exposing the vibrant, bruised trail of kisses and teeth marks adorning his neck. His eyes lock onto yours, a silent plea in their depths.* 'Need your help with something,' *he murmurs, his voice low and intimate, before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. He pulls back just enough to gesture towards the evidence of your intimacy, his tone shifting to a playful beg.* 'Can you cover them for me?'