Harry Styles Imagines You Can't Sleep
Harry caresses your scalp with tenderness, making you feel at ease and you snuggle closer to him. Harry then pulled you down next to him and you placed your head on his chest. "No, I never went to sleep and I just couldn't. As you went to grab the mug, you held your breath as Harry stirred beside you. You sigh quietly rolling out of bed to make yourself some hot tea, hoping it would help calm and relax you enough to fall into unconsciousness. His green eyes stare into yours, filling up your entire body with love and warmth, like the hugs of your father always made you feel like when you were a kid. Harry deserves and needs as much sleep as he can get, especially since he has been working his ass off with writing his new solo stuff. "Hi there, beautiful, " Harry whispers while brushing your hair out of your face. They aren't, obviously, but you can't help it to feel a bit shy about your request. Harry styles imagines he sleeps on you. His warm chest and arms wrapped around you are like your safe haven, but as you think it through, the man Harry Styles - with or without chest and arms - is your safe haven. This is how you like it.
Harry stirs slightly in his sleep, but then just carries on with his snoring. Harry whispered in a deep voice full of sleep that you could barely hear him. Just Harry and you, his hand on your upper thigh when he doesn't have to use the gear shift and little make-out sessions when you're in front of a red light.
Still, you wish you could just fall asleep. With a soft smile playing at the corner of your mouth, you move your legs to tangle with your boyfriend's. "As long as you don't wake me up every night and ask me to drive at midnight, I'd do anything for you, darlin'. He loves you so much, Harry realises as you order your ice cream and keep looking at him if he would judge you for taking three balls of different flavors and whipped cream on top of it all. Harry styles imagines you can't sleep inn. Dark engulfs you as you lie on the soft mattress. It didn't matter if he was in a car, on a plane or on the floor. When he still doesn't wake up, you bring your hands up to his chest, tracing the black ink on his warm skin. Please vote and comment!!! He turned off the lamp and then started running his fingers through your hair. When the car makes a turn to the left, you're shaken out of your thoughts and you look around you. After you had heated up the water and made some tea you grabbed the warm mug and walked back down the dark hall into the bedroom.
Your chest tightens when you see Harry is looking at you with so much adoration in his green eyes and honestly, you just want to jump out of your seat, onto his lap and kiss him as hard as you can. You watched as Harry poked his finger into the hot liquid and then brought his finger to his mouth, sucking the little tea he got off his finger. You lift your legs a little, then turn a bit on your side so your feet touch his hairy legs. "Did you have a nightmare or something? " You ask nervously, fidgeting with your hands and you look at them, like they're the most interesting thing in the room. You slowly opened them and took in the sight of Harry's face. Now lets try to sleep okay? " Sometimes, you were jealous of your boyfriend. Harry turns around in confusion and faces you with slightly furrowed eyebrows and little eyes from just waking up. "Shh, sorry for waking you. "I'm not driving you around at night without having ice cream as my prize for being the best boyfriend you could wish for, " Harry teases and sends a wink your way.
"Couldn't sleep, " you admit quietly. "Goodnight my love" were that last words you heard before drifting off to sleep. He looks incredibly peaceful. He laughed and took your wrists in his large hands and moved your hands away from your face. You pout and try to hide the smile thats trying to appear on your face.
Without even noticing it, Harry's smiling at you too, because he just loves waking up next to you, no matter what time it is. He could literally fall asleep everywhere. And a complaining Harry means a pouting Harry, which is beyond adorable. You had been laying in bed for hours it felt like. His eyes scream for a kiss and you gladly oblige. "My fingers aren't " Harry smiled giving you a wink. As Harry finally starts to gain consciousness again, a smirk forms on your face, lighting op your entire being.
Even if the last thing you would do was kiss him. Jazz music plays softly through the radio and you tangle your hands with his. You just stay quiet, giving him some time to fully awake. Out of nowhere, Harry stops walking, causing you to take a halt too. No matter how hard you tried you couldn't manage to fall asleep. Your boyfriend just smiles at your childish behavior and walks over to you so he can entwine your fingers. In one swift motion, you're on top of Harry with his strong arms safely secured on your back. His eyes then moved to your lips, within seconds you felt his plump lips connect with yours.