One Direction Imagines (closed for requests)

I'm so sorry guys, but I don't accept any more imagines because I feel like writting a fanfiction, so I don't have the time to write them anymore, I'm so sorry to anyone that requested, but they would be so bad because I don't have any more ispiration for them :( I'm so so so so so sorry but yeah... hope you enjoy the one's I actually wrote :D

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29. Dirty Harry imagine for Miranda (you're enemies but like each other)

“Don’t you dare touch me!” I shouted to Harry as he chased after me, through the crowd of people.

He’s such an asshole sometimes! Well not some times, always! And I thought that today he was gonna be different, I was so wrong! He’s the one that always pushed my buttons, kicked me when I was down, make fun of me, hid my backpack around school and place a map where it is, and because of him I was always in so much trouble.

I met him when I moved to this small city, he was my neighbor and at first I actually kinda liked him.

Ok I liked him, he was nice, he brought cookies and he stayed with his mum for coffee. He used to text me and call me and talk to me all the time, and a week after high school started, well he changed.

He became this confident guy that was a dick towards me. He was the guy that single handedly ruined my whole high school experience and here he is now, at this lame ass party.

My best friend Andrea threw it for my 18th birthday and he wasn’t even invited but I guess he invited himself, at first I didn’t mind it and then he started goofing around and he poured some wine over my brand new yellow dress, I know he is out to get me, and on my birthday! I didn’t knew he could drop so low.

“I said I’m sorry!” he shouted as he grabbed my upper arm and turned me around so that I was facing him.

“Don’t act all innocent I know you did that on purpose” I shouted and shrug my hand out of his grip. His green eyes were now glaring at me, he had anger in his eyes, lots of it.

“I have no fucking idea why I even apologized, that dress is awful and so are you” he shouted. I ignored all the glares at us and slapped him across the face

“I can’t believe I ever liked you” I whispered and turned around, walking into the hallway. Suddenly I felt strong arms push me against the wall of the empty hallway.

“What did you just say?” he asked, his voice softer than earlier… His green eyes weren’t that dark anymore, they were the same shade as when we met. He practically trapped me by placing his hands on either side’s of my face

“You fucking heard me! I liked you, I liked you so much and then… you ignored me and pushed me around and insulted me just like you did now” I said and kept looking into his eyes, they changed their shade and became so much softer than earlier and well he seems normal again.

Suddenly a smile spread across his plump lips and he chuckled, and I was sure he was gonna laugh at me but he didn’t. He looked down and then up again.

“Yeah, right” he said shaking his head. I sighed and said a little louder

“I can’t believe it myself” he bit his lower lip and I noticed him glancing down at my lips.

“Then why did Victoria tell me you hated me?” he asked, suddenly hurt was evident in his eyes.

“When?” I asked shocked. Victoria was my best friend when I moved here, but soon I found out she was a bitch.

“Well, you invited me to your home, along with Victoria and we watched movies and I was just about to grow some balls and ask you out when she told me everything, how you pity me, how you’re only hanging out with me because you feel sorry for me, how you hated me, how you thought I was so ugly, how you thought I wasn’t fit..” he trailed off. My eyes widened and I pushed his hands and moved away from him

“And you believed her!? I liked you Harry, I liked you so much it hurt every single day that you pushed me away. I never experienced that much pain in my life! You are an idiot, you should have just asked me out” I said and he swiftly turned around and pushed me against the other wall, his body was closer to me, and I didn’t knew if I should like this feeling or not… His body pressed to mine… I should hate him, I truly should. But I don’t.

“I’m sorry ok!? I was just.. I was broken by her saying that I mean I thought she knew you more than anyone, and I didn’t have confidence and…. I’m sorry for every bad word I said, you probably hate my guts now” he said, his eyes drifting to the ground and him pulling away.

“Harry, as much as I should hate you, I don’t” I whispered and he looked up, he had hope I could clearly see in his eyes. Come on Harry, ask me out. I’ll say yes!

And then, well he was suddenly so close to me, his nose brushed my occasionally and he looked up at my eyes one final time, like he examined if I would pull away. Needless to say I didn’t

He crashed his lips against mine, and it felt so much better than I thought it would. It felt so good and so natural. He pushed my body closer to the wall, his body touching mine, I placed my hands on his waist underneath his shirt and traced small circles on it with my thumbs. He placed both of his hands on my face, like he was afraid I would pull away.

He deepened the kiss, and soon I felt like I was on cloud nine. He pulled away hesitantly and looked into my eyes, them being the most beautiful color ever, and then.. ahhh… he smiled.

That perfect smile I missed, his dimples popped up and he chuckled as he leaned his forehead against mine.

“So much better than I imagined” he mumbled and closed his eyes, and I did the same. A couple of moments passed, the only thing you could hear was the faint music from the other room, soon it played my favorite song “Parachute- Kiss me slowly”.. My eyes opened as I noticed the familiar tune, so did Harry’s. He smirked as he pulled away and grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him, he guided my arms to wrap around his neck as he wrapped them around my waist

“What are you doing?” I asked and giggled. The smile never left his face.

He leaned his forehead against mine and swayed to the rhythm of the song

“What does it look like Miranda?” he whispered and opened his eyes once again, looking into mine

“You don’t dance” I whispered and he chuckled pulling away slightly and twirling me around before pulling my body closer to his again

“For you I would do anything, and I know you love this song” he said happily.

We danced through the whole song, without even saying a word and then “Conor Maynard= Animal” started playing. I started moving my hips to the rhythm and then I turned my back towards Harry and grinded against his lower body. I felt his hands roam my body as I did that.

I loved dancing alone with him, in this empty hallway, no one judging us or watching us.

… I don’t want you to dance like this with anyone else” he whispered against my neck before sucking onto the spot. I moaned slightly and that’s when he whispered

“Fuck this” and pushed me against the nearest wall before attacking my lips with his own. It surprised me but soon I kissed back.

“Jump” he whispered against my lips and so I did. He grabbed just under my ass and pulled me up against the wall, so that he didn’t have to lean in that much. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he asked against my lips

“Can we go to your room?” I nodded, not being able to speak after that kiss. He smirked and kissed my neck before walking up the stairs with me in his arms

“Harry, I can walk” I whispered against his neck before kissing it gently

“I know you can, you know.. you are the reason that I started going to the gym and you’re the reason I became so buff” he chuckled and just as I kissed his neck he growled and slammed me against my bedroom door

“Sorry” he muttered and opened the door before slowly and gently laying me on the bed

“It’s okay” I whispered as I pulled the shirt over his head. He helped me and threw it across the room, before he looked around

“It looks the same” he said with a goofy smile on his face.

“Yeah, I know” I said and he returned all of his attention to me…

“Wait..” he said as I was about to take off my shirt

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Are you a virgin?” he asked, his voice being slightly high. Was he nervous or scared of the answer.

“I’m not.. I slept with Jake, but only once” I whispered. Jake was my boyfriend of 7 months before I found out he cheated on me. I guess he got what he wanted. Come to think of it, Harry used to glare at Jake.. A lot!

Harry pulled away and sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands and he sighed

“I should have just asked you out, and then I would be your first…….. and last”  he muttered and I crawled to his side and removed his hands from his head and kissed his cheek.

“It’s okay Harry, at least we’re together now” I whispered and moved myself so that I was now sitting on his lap, facing him.

He sighed sadly and shook his head. I grabbed his head between my hands and kissed his forehead, his cheeks, the tip of his nose, his jaw and that’s when he mumbled with his eyes closed

“Kiss me on the lips Miranda” wow, was he begging?

I leaned closer to him and brushed my lips against his for a second

“You’re such a tease Miranda” he said with a chuckle before turning us around and hovering over me before kissing me on the lips gently.

I played with his curls as he kissed my neck and removed my shirt…

I flipped us over and sat on his thighs as I kissed down his collarbone to his happy trail, I felt him shiver as I went even lower. I smirked up, looking at him, with his eyes closed, and his bottom lip between his teeth. And that’s when it hit me

“So because I answered you so directly, would you tell me who was your first and how many times you slept with other girls?” I asked, nervous because of the answer. He opened his eyes, guilt in them.

“My first was Victoria and…. We slept around a lot and I fucked… a lot of them too” he whispered, his eyes never leaving mine, a hint of sadness in them.. I bit onto my lip. That fucking Victoria, she got what she wanted, she got to fuck Harry, she got to kiss him, she was in the same position I am now. I shook that thought out of my head as Harry raised himself onto his elbows.

“I would love to take it all back, but I can’t. I only slept with them to keep my mind off of you” he whispered as he kissed my cheek lovingly.

I pushed him down on the duvet before unbuttoning his jeans and throwing them aside. I was determined to show him, I’m so much better than Victoria.

I saw that huge bulge in his pants and I palmed him through his boxers as I looked up at him, his eyes were wide and he was gripping onto the duvet, a good sigh I suppose.

I leaned down and licked over his underpants, teasing him as I painfully slowly pulled them down. His erection shot up and I began to stroke it

“Fuck Miranda” he growled and bit his lip while closing his eyes.

I put all of him in my mouth, well not all of him, he was huge. I pumped the rest and twirled my tongue along his tip

“Miranda, fuck, fuck, fuck…” he moaned repeatedly and then I stopped as I felt him twitch and I pulled my dress up and grabbed a condom from the drawer and put it onto his shaft and ….suddenly started riding him.

He opened his eyes looking at me as I went up and down at a slow rhythm, adjusting to his size. He grabbed a hold of my dress and unzipped it at the back letting it slide down, before he grabbed my breast and started massaging them while moaning

“Fuck Harry, you’re so big” I moaned, trying to keep my voice not that loud

“You’re so tight baby girl, faster, please” he pleaded and raised himself again as he kissed my lips lovingly. I scratched his back as I came undone and screamed his name a couple of times. And soon he came too…

I collapsed next to him while breathing heavily.

“That was the best sex I ever had, honestly” he mumbled as he looked next to me and hesitantly asked

“Want to snuggle?” I giggled and laid my head onto his chest

“Why so unsure?” I asked and with one hand traced his bird tattoo…

“Because usually girls just want to be fucked and leave me” he mumbled and kissed the top of my head

“Well I’m not like those girls, I actually lo..” I stopped, was it the right time? Was it? I asked myself and I heard him chuckle

“I love you too, Miranda” he whispered against my head, me sighing in relief

“But I still want to hear you say it, loud and clear” he added and I pulled away slightly, looking into his eyes

“I love you Harold Edward Styles” I said, knowing he hated the name Harold

He chuckled and started tickling me. That was the start of a really good friendship, and who would have thought I would call Harry my husband someday… And who would have thought that my kids would call him daddy…

 

 

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