Harry Styles Imagines

26. Early

Very very short. Sorry...

My eyelids flutter open and I immediately cover my eyes with my arm due to the blinding sunlight peeking in through the window and turn to the side.

I'm not ready to leave the bed yet and want to fall back to sleep, thinking - and hoping - it's way too early to get up.

Mindlessly, and still half asleep, I reach my hands and pat the sheets next to me, looking for my own personal pillow, my Harry.

While I'm doing that, still with my eyes closed, I hear a small, raspy chuckle coming from next to me.

I turn around quickly and see Harry sitting on the edge of the bed farther away, looking back at me with bright eyes and a dimpled smile on his face. "Mornin'," he says, still chuckling,

"Mornin'," I answer and smile with my eyes closed again, too tired to keep them opened.

"Oh, no..." I sigh, "I'm so tired..." A laugh escapes my lips as I rub hands over my face.

"You look so cute when you sleep..." Harry tells me quietly and I smile.

"No, you look so cute when you sleep."
He only shakes his head, smile on his lips.

I decide that it's time, and sit up in our bed. "Are you alright?" I ask Harry, wondering why he's already up at this hour. It can't be later that 7.

I push myself out of the bed and want to sit on the edge next to him. "Ahh! Harry!" I scream out and cover my eyes quickly while turning my back to him.

He looks confused at first, then looks down and laughs."Oh, sorry."

We're both laughing while he's walking over to the dresser to pick up some clean boxers.

"What a wake up call," I joke when he comes back and sits down next to me while we laugh a bit more.

-Veronika