sorry bestie i was busy having a mental breakdown bc a guy with some sort of fruit kink decides to post the album date :(( FUCKING MAY BESTIE MAY. IM NOT GONNA SURVIVE
anyways idk wtf this is but yes :)) THIS IS MY POST HAPPINESS WRITING OKAY
Harry felt like he was going fucking insane.
First of all, you knew exactly how hot you are are. Second of all, you knew exactly how hot you are in that workout attire. Third of all, you knew exactly how much power you had over Harry and he couldn’t even be mad! You could’ve asked him to get down on his knees for you every single of the day and he wouldn’t even hesitate to follow you.
It was the jacket that really got him worked up.
He knew that when he decided to wake you up at 5 in the morning, edging you again and again the night before that he would get some sort of pay back. Out of all his weaknesses why. did. you. that. fucking. jacket.
A lululemon jacket. Those jackets where it makes you look like a BBL. That was Harry’s weakness.
You tried to control your laughter as you saw his annoyed face, a bulge evident in his pants.
[pls hit me in the face <33]
It was getting harder minute by minute for him as you made sure that your ass/ boobs (depends on what you have BAHAHA) was jiggling along with your tightly fitted outfit.
Of course, Harry being Harry didn’t want to tell you that his dick was bothering him so he acted like he was giving his all into jogging. The man looked like he was in a heat. Groaning, moaning and all that just because of a lululemon jacket.
The both of you stopped at the little trolly shop who was selling ice creams, paying for your ice creams as Harry rests his cheek on top of your head. You look up atm him making his chin detach from your head before pressing a peck on the tip of your nose.
You laugh swatting him away, “It’s allergy season, I swear if I sneeze on you it’s not my fault.”
“Is that a new kink?” he teases, intwining his hands with yours, pulling you closer.
“You’re sleeping on the couch tonight, Mr. Styles.”
He laughs, “Why?! I was just asking!”
“Sure you were.” you snort. “Go sit there, you’re being a nuisance.” you nod your head to the bench beside the trolly.
“Why are you always so mean to me.” he pouts, nonetheless sitting where you told him to.
“You’re like a puppy.” you retort referring to how he follows your every favor.
He sticks his tongue out to you in an attempt of comeback, “Very Mature.” you state.
You smile at him with no response, before the man working hands you your ice cream making you smile. You stay there for a little while, appreciating your ice cream until Harry calls out for you, “Hey, come here.” he mutters.
Rolling his eyes, he reaches for your hand before pulling you to him, you standing in between his parted legs. “You’re so pretty.” he whispers after a while, just looking at you. “I can’t believe you’re my wife.”
You both just stared at each other for a while, the edge of your lips curving up as you noticed the way Harry’s cheeks started to heat up. “Have some ice cream, you little shit.” you shoved the ice cream cone up to his mouth.
“I’m confessing my love to you and here you are shoving an ice cream up my mouth!”
“I couldn’t get you to shut up.” you roll your eyes.
“You could’ve at least kissed me!”
