One Shots

Denne movella er dedikeret til disse såkaldte 'one shots' eller 'imagines', som er små, korte og ubetydelige tekster, hvor jeg skriver om ting, der alligevel aldrig nogensinde kommer til at ske. De er baseret på One Direction, hvilket du sikkert allerede har regnet ud på anden vis. Du er mere end velkommen til at ønske diverse scenarier nede i kommentarerne, men jeg kan ikke garantere, at jeg vil kunne opfylde dit ønske; dog vil jeg gøre en indsats. Jeg skriver ikke personlige one shots, men jeg modtager gerne input eller idéer.

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19. Harry: Den, hvor han tager billeder af dig

 

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one shots

OBS: Dette one shot er oversat til dansk længere nede!

The sound of a camera that silently went off made your eyes quiver and finally open. It took you a moment to realize what was happening. You were awake. And you had a camera shoved in your face with a curly-haired idiot behind it.

    "Harry!" you yelled as loud as your tired morning voice allowed you to.

    Harry giggled. "Sorry. I couldn't help it." He looked through the pictures he had taken while you were sleeping.

    You rolled your eyes at him before you pulled the duvet closer around you, but you didn't say anything. You just let your eyes slide down over his almost naked body. The only thing to cover him up were his white Calvin Klein boxers as he sat there beside you in the bed. His curls was in disarray. Something told you it wasn't a long while ago that he had woken up himself.

    "Let me see those pictures!" you demanded, leaning towards the camera in his hands.

    He leaned back just enough for you to not being able to reach the camera. An annoyed sound left your lips as he smirked without his eyes ever leaving the camera in his hands. This was such a typical thing of him to do to you.

    "You're such a douche," you mumbled.

    You let your hand fall down to his stomach, since you didn't have the strength to keep it up in the air any longer. You just had to wait until he had seen the pictures himself. You took a heavy breath and yawned. You didn't know what time it was, but you were tired. Even though you probably had slept around the twelve hour mark. You just loved the days where you could stay in bed with your boyfriend. Lately there hadn't been many of them. But it only made the ones there were more meaningful.

    "You look so cute..." he smiled, but didn't even glance from the camera.

    "Haz! Let me see 'em!"

    You wouldn't let him have any embarrassing photos of you where you were drooling in your sleep. Without even noticing your fingers that were spread over his stomach had started to cuddle him. You could feel his muscles right beneath his skin.

    Harry smiled again when he saw a new photo. "You're adorable."

    "I won't continue being that, if you don't let me see those pictures." Unfortunately you didn't off as serious as you'd liked.

    Finally he looked towards you. His mouth became a little o as if you just endangered him. You couldn't help but giggle at his attempt to be scared... but it must've worked somehow, cause he finally handed you the camera to see the pictures.

    You removed your hand from his stomach and took the camera.

    All of your attention landed on the device in your hands... and you were horrified. The most ugly bunch of pictures ever taken was right here in front of you. You couldn't help but frown disgusted as you went through them.

    Harry was so going to get pay back.

    You could feel the bed cave in as Harry stood up on his knees and linger half out of it, trying to reach the radio on the dresser. Your eyes quickly wandered towards him, before you placed the camera in front of your eyes. You zoomed in on his ass that was facing you. You laughed quietly before taking some few photos of it, before he could say anything.

    Harry, whom noticed the sound of the camera, turned his head to look at you. Instead of looking at him, you moved the camera so his face was in the picture and took some shots. By the look on his face he didn't seem to like his own medicine.

    "Stop it!" he complained laughing, as he suddenly succeed getting the music to start playing.

    "Revenge is sweet," you smirked, before taking one last shot.

    Teenage Dream by Katy Perry was blasting out the radio as you put the camera down on the floor in fear of Harry taking revenge over your revenge. You just smiled innocently, before you leaned towards him and grabbed the elastic in his boxers.

    "Get back here," you said with the sweetest voice you were cable of.

    His eyes wandered between your hand on his boxers and your face. You couldn't help but smile every time his green eyes landed on yours. He was so beautiful. Even in the morning. His strong arms, muscular body and detailed bone structure.

    How could he be so perfect?

    The wry smile you knew so well, formed over his face as he made his way towards you. As the song ended in the radio, he laid down beside you. You just looked him in the eyes as both of you listened to the radioman speaking.

   Your hand was still on his boxers. "So, this was the superhit by Katy Perry; Teenage Dream. Now we're heading towards the tunes of '12 and to start out with, we have the new song by One Direction. It's said to be Harry Styles', one of the members of the world's hottest boyband in case you didn't know, favorite song on the album Take Me Home. It's Last First Kiss."

    The intro of Last First Kiss started playing and you raised your eyebrows in surprise of the coincidence... or wherever you go, there's One Direction, so maybe it wasn't such a coincidence. But you somehow were still surprised.

    "This song fits so properly to this moment right now," Harry suddenly whispered, while Liam's voice began singing.

    You moved your hand up his torso and as you reached his chest, you could feel his hand closing around yours. "Girl, what would you do, would you wanna stay? If I were to say -You bet your lip as you listened to his voice singing in a whisper. 

    You loved it when he was singing. But it had never been like this. Not that intimate. Not that... serious. He was always so goofy and silly, and he could always make you giggle. You loved that. But this was a new site to him that you had yet to see.

    "I wanna be last, yeah, baby, let me be your, let me be your last first kiss. I wanna be first, yeah, wanna be the first to take it all the way like this," he continued without looking away from you, but was interrupt by your lips pressing against his.

    You wanted to hear him sing, but you just couldn't help it. You had to feel his lips.

    And the feeling of him kissing you back was just... indescribable.

    His hand moved around you back, pulling you closer. His body felt warm against yours and made your heart skip several beats. You didn't know how long you've been like this, but suddenly you had to pull away from him, gasping for air.

    He cuddled you gently up and down your spine, while giggling soundlessly.

    "Not funny, Styles," you muttered.

    He didn't answer, but continued laughing, before placing a kiss on the tip of your nose.

Lyden af et kamera, som lydløst gik af, fik dine øjne til at glippe et par gange, før du endelig åbnede dem. Det tog dig noget tid at finde ud af, hvad der skete. Du var vågen. Og du havde et kamera stukket op i hovedet med en krølhåret idiot gemt bag det.

    "Harry!" råbte du så højt, som din trætte morgenstemme tillod dig.

    Harry fniste. "Undskyld. Jeg kunne ikke lade være." Han så igennem de billeder, som han havde taget af dig, mens du sov.

    Du rullede med øjnene af ham, før du trak dynen tættere om dig uden at sige noget. Du lod dine øjne glide ned over hans halvnøgne overkrop. Hans krøller var et stort rod. Noget fortalte dig, at det ikke var længe siden, at han selv var vågnet.

    "Lad mig se de billeder!" befalede du og lænede dig hen mod kameraet i hans hænder.

    Han lænede nok tilbage til, at du lige præcis ikke kunne nå kameraet. En irriteret lyd forlod dine løber, som han smilede lumsk, uden hans øjne nogensinde forlod kameraet i hans hænder. Det var så typisk ham at gøre sådan noget mod dig.

    "Du er sådan en tumpe," mumlede du.

    Du lod din hånd falde til hans mave, siden du ikke havde styrken til at holde den oppe i luften længere. Du måtte vel bare vente til, at han havde set billederne selv. Du tog en dyb vejrtrækning og gabte. Du vidste ikke, hvad klokken var, men du var træt. Også selvom at du højst sandsynligt havde sovet omkring de tolv timer. Du elskede bare de dage, hvor man kunne blive i sengen med sin kæreste. Her på det seneste havde der ikke været mange af dem. Men det gjorde dem kun mere meningsfyldte.

    "Du ser så sød ud..." smilede han, men så ikke væk fra kameraet.

    "Haz! Lad mig så se dem!"

    Du ville ikke lade ham have nogle pinlige billeder af dig, mens du savlede i søvne. Uden overhovedet at bemærke det lod du dine fingre spredes ud over hans mave og begyndte at nusse ham. Du kunne tydeligt mærke hans muskler lige under hans hud.

    Harry smilede igen, da han så et nyt billede. "Du er nuttet."

    "Det vil jeg ikke blive ved med at være, hvis ikke du lader mig se de billeder." Du lød ikke lige så seriøs, som du gerne ville.

    Endelig så han mod dig. Hans mund formede sig til et lille o, som du truede ham. Du kunne ikke lade være med at fnise af hans forsøg på at virke bange... men det må have virket på en eller anden måde, for til sidst rakte han dig endelig kameraet.

    Du fjernede hånden fra hans mave og tog imod det.

    Al din opmærksomhed landede på objektet i dine hænder... og du var forfærdet. Den mest grimme bunke af billeder, som der nogensinde var blevet taget, var lige der foran dig. Du kunne ikke holde en utilfreds lyd tilbage, som du så igennem dem.

    Harry skulle så meget forvente gengæld.

    Du kunne mærke, hvordan sengen gav sig, da Harry rejste sig op på hans knæ og lænede sig halvt ud af den i et forsøg på at nå radioen på kommoden. Du slog hurtigt blikket mod ham, før du placerede kameraet foran dit ansigt. Du zoomede ind på hans numse, som han havde rettet mod dig. Du grinede stilfærdigt, mens du tog nogle billeder af den, før han kunne sige noget.

    Harry, som bemærkede lyden af kameraet, så sig over skulderen og på dig. I stedet for at kigge på ham, drejede du kameraet mod hans ansigt og tog et par billeder af det. Ud fra hans ansigtsudtryk lod det ikke til, at han brød sig om din egen medicin.

    "Stop det!" brokkede han sig grinende, som det pludselig lykkes ham at få radioen til at virke.

    "Hævnen er sød," smilede du, før du tog et sidste billede.

    Teenage Dream af Katy Perry spillede i radioen, som du stillede kameraet fra dig på gulvet i frygt for, at Harry ville tage hævn over din hævn. Du smilede bare uskyldigt, før du lænede dig hen mod ham og greb fat om elastikken i hans boxershorts.

    "Kom herhen," sagde du med den sødeste stemme, som du kunne præstere.

    Hans øjne vandrede mod din hånd og dit ansigt. Du kunne ikke lade være med at smile, hver eneste gang hans grønne øjne landede på dine. Han var så smuk. Selv om morgnen. Hans stærke arme, muskuløse krop og detaljerede knoglestruktur.

    Hvordan kunne han være så perfekt?

    Det skæve smil, som du kendte så godt, formede sig over hans læber, som han kravlede tilbage til dig. Sangen sluttede i radioen, som han lagde sig ved siden af dig. Du så ham blot i øjnene, som I begge to lyttede til manden i radioen snakkede.

    Du holdt stadig fast i hans boxers. "Så, det var superhittet af Katy Perry; Teenage Dream. Nu sætter vi sejl mod '12 og til at starte med, har vi en helt ny sang af One Direction. Det siges at være Harry Styles', en af medlemmerne af verdens lækreste boyband lige nu, i tilfælde af du ikke vidste det, yndlingssang på deres album Take Me Home. Her er Last First Kiss."

    Introen til Last First Kiss begyndte at spille, og du løftede øjenbrynene i overraskelse over tilfældet... eller hvor end du går, er One Direction der, så måske var det ikke så stort et tilfælde. Men alligevel blev du på en måde overrasket.

    "Den her sang passer så godt til øjeblikket lige nu," hviskede Harry pludselig, mens Liams stemme begyndte at synge.

    Du bevægede din hånd op langs hans krop, hvor du kunne mærke hans hånd om din. "Girl, what would you do, would you wanna stay? If I were to say -Du bed din læbe, som du lyttede til hans stemme, som sang til dig næsten hviskende.

    Du elskede, når han sang. Men det havde aldrig været sådan her. Ikke så intimt. Ikke så... seriøst. Han var så fjollet og tosset, og han kunne altid få dig til at grine. Du elskede det. Men det har var en ny side af ham, som endnu var uopdaget for dig.

    "I wanna be last, yeah, baby, let me be your, let me be your last first kiss. I wanna be first, yeah, wanna be the first to take it all the way like this," fortsatte han uden at se væk fra dig, men var afbrudt af dine læber, som blev trykket mod hans.

    Du ville gerne høre ham synge, men du kunne bare ikke lade være. Du blev nødt til at mærke hans læber.

    Og den følelse af ham, som kyssede dig tilbage var bare... ubeskrivelig.

    Hans hånd flyttede sig og lagde sig ved din ryg og trak dig tættere ind til ham. Hans krop føltes varm, og fik dit hjerte til at springe op til flere slag over. Du vidste ikke, hvor længe I havde ligget sådan, men pludselig blev du nødt til at gispe efter luft.

    Han aede sig forsigtigt op og ned langs din rygrad, mens han lo lydløst.

    "Ikke sjovt, Styles," mumlede du surt.

    Han svarede ikke, men fortsatte med at grine, før han placerede et blidt kys på din næsetip.

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Så blev det til endnu en på engelsk.

Jer, som følger mig på Twitter, vil måske vide, at jeg har haft lidt af en skriveblokering for tiden, så jeg har haft rigtig svært ved at skrive... men nu fik jeg altså noget ned, og det blev klokken to om natten. Sådan er det jo!

Det var nok også derfor, at det blev på engelsk; jeg ved ikke lige hvorfor, men sådan blev det altså. Teksten er inspireret af sangen Last First Kiss af One Direction, hvilket I måske har bemærket ud fra handlingen.

Jeg undskylder for min mangel på skriveri, men jeg gør alt, som står I min magt.

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