Harry Styles Preferences

Change Your Ticket

Watching you get dress messes with my head.

You were almost dress now. The morning was the calling you to leave after all you know the rules and he knows them too. You look at Harry who was sleeping soundly as you button up your blouse. "Where are you going (Your Name)?" He asked hoarsly his voice still thick from sleep. His long adorable curly hair all over the place as he puts it in a messy bun. "Away I don't hover, you know that." You state fixing you hair. "But..." He whines he looks at you with those green eyes as he took your arm pulling you into the soft hotel bed you both slept in. "I have a flight on three hours." You mutter trying to deny him. "Please for me." He begs with that accent of his and you roll your eyes. "(Your Name) please I'll refund your ticket and you can go a different date in first class instead coach." He suggests all too sweetly and then starts kissing your neck as he takes off your shoes.
"But my rules..." You said and he mutters against you. "Rules are meant to be broken." Let's just say your ticket were changed several times.