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Harry Styles Bsm/Ddm Imagines

Brotherly Affection



Harry's age 17; You're age 13.


You were scrolling through the comments of a fanfic on wattpad when you heard a knock on your bedroom door.

"What?" you called out.

"Open up, baby," he crooned. His knuckles rapped against the door a few more times before trying the doorknob. He hated it when you lock your door.

"What do you want, Harry? I'm busy." Huffing, you continued back to reading the fanfic.

"With what? Reading some stupid story's comments on an app which is probably highly inappropriate for someone your age?"

You froze. You could almost swear Harry had an occult third eye for things that concerned you.
Regaining composure you said, "So?"

Harry sighed and you could have sworn you saw his pouty face through your wooden door.

"I was kinda hoping you'd want to spend time with me. Cuddle? Watch a movie together or something?"

You rolled your eyes. "Isn't that what your girlfriend is supposed to be doing with you? Why can't she do it?"

"We broke up. I thought I told you that." You noticed a note of pain in his tone.

"Yikes. Right. Sorry, Haz." Sighing, you turned off your phone and hooked it to the charger so you could lay it on the pillow. Then, you walked over and unlocked the door. As soon as you twisted the knob to reveal Harry, he took you into his arms and placed a big fat kiss on the side of your head.

"Come now, babe. We're watching a movie."

He stooped down to wrap his arms around your legs, haul you over his shoulders, and carried you down the stairs. Dropping you on the couch like a sack of potatoes, he dashed off to the kitchen.

"I don't get paid enough for this kinda stuff," you muttered under your breath as you fixed your clothes and straightened out your hair.

Harry came back with four bags of popcorn in one hand and a litter of soda in the other. Two bags for him, and two for you. Let's be honest, before the first fifteen to twenty minutes of the movie, you both would already be done with the first bag of popcorn.

Getting settled after Harry placed everything on the small table in front of the flat screen, both of you picked a movie. Echo,2014.

No more than five minutes went by when long legs outstretched across your lap. Harry's large toes almost stuck themselves into your bag of popcorn.

"Sorry, sis, but I needed a place to stretch my legs out." Harry grinned as you swatted at his feet and legs. When he refused to move, you grunted and ignored him for the majority of the movie.

"What?" You said through your teeth as Harry's long index finger persistently poked your cheek.

"I love you."

You nodded and focused back on the movie even though you already knew what would happen next. The film was at the falling action scenes and for some odd reason, you felt really emotional. You ignored the flexing of Harry's feet and toes in your lap, and sat up straight, giving your undivided attention to the screen.

"Y/n?"

"Y/n," Harry tried again, "baby, you're crying."

This snapped you out of your trance from the t.v.

"What?"

Warm thumbs, feather-light, brushed stray tears from your cheeks. As many times as you've watched that movie, you've never cried before. Ever. Swatting his hands away, you claimed it was just your allergies. Harry gave you a look and you knew you weren't fooling him. It was silent for a couple of minutes, the movie finally migrating to the resolution which teared you up even more. Surreptitiously, you brushed and blinked back the wetness as the credits rolled in. Such a magnificent ending.

Then, you stood up to travel back to your room, but a warm one enveloped yours and pulled you back.

"C'mere." He pulled you closer to him. He turned you around and drew you onto his lap before engulfing you from behind. He nuzzled the side of your neck with his nose and breathed in your scent. He took your hand in his and fondled with your fingers. Harry placed soft kisses to each of your knuckles and stroked a patch of your skin with the soft pad of his thumb.

Leaning back, he laid you on top of him, his arms around your waist and your head pressed to his shoulder as your hand splayed across his chest. Harry snuggled into you and you both laid there in the quietness of Harry's hold.

"I love you, baby" Harry mumbled into the strands of your delicate hair.

"I love you more, Haz," you whispered.

"Not possible, Y/n."

"Shut up, Harry. Yes, it is."

You closed your eyes as you felt the vibrations of his deep chuckle rippling through his chest. Moments later, you both fell fast asleep.




PerciaxXXx



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Notes

Hmm...cheesy much?

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