Harry Styles Preferences/Imagines

36.) He picks you up when youre down

"Baby, you've got to get something in your system. You've barely eaten," Harry's hands continued to knead at your back as you hovered over the toilet. You shook your head, a sigh escaping your lips as you pushed your hair out of your eyes.

"I'm okay," you groaned, pulling yourself off of the floor and rinsing out your mouth. He sighed from behind you, leaning against the frame of the door as he watched you. Turning to face him, you shot him a pout before wrapping your arms around his waist.

"I hate seeing you like this," he whispered into your hair, his lips pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"It's all part of the process, my love," you reached up to push his hair out of his eyes.

At almost 10 weeks pregnant, you'd been having a hard time adjusting to the new struggles. You'd be up at the crack of dawn emptying out the barely there contents of your stomach, you'd felt very tired lately, and you'd get nauseous with every smell that came into contact with you.

"Let's get you back into bed, yeah?" He led you back into the bedroom, watching as you climbed back into bed like a child, burying yourself deep into the duvet before he followed. He pulled you to his chest, your arm draping over his chest as you relaxed into him. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay," you leaned up to press a kiss to his chin that now had a bit of scruff growing. "Someone hasn't shaved," you grinned.

"I'll get on it once we're up," he looked down at you, a small smile playing on his lips.

"No, I like it," you trailed your finger over his jawline before tracing over his lips.

"You do? You usually hate my facial hair," he raised an eyebrow, his hand at the small of your back.

"It's...manly," you watched as smirked down at you, the blush creeping to your cheeks. "What?"

"You know, this pregnancy thing has gotten you all wild lately," he wiggled his eyebrows. "I should get you pregnant more often."

You smacked at his chest gently before burying your face in his shoulder, a laugh escaping your lips. He couldn't help but laugh, his arm tightening around you.

"You're terrible," you whispered, letting your eyes drift close.

"But do you love me?" His voice was soft, his lips pressed to your temple as he spoke.

"Mhm," you nodded against him, your eyes staying closed as you began to loll back to sleep.

"That's all I ask for."

**

You hadn't been able to get much sleep so instead you'd been lying beside your husband, admiring his features as he slept; the way his hair was side swept on to the pillow, the way his lips were slightly parted as he snored quietly, the way his arm was tight around your waist to press you to him, and the way his chest rose and fell with every intake of a breath. You absolutely loved it.

You watched as he stretched his long legs out, his torso arching off the bed as he did so. You grinned, watching as he began to flutter his eyes open before they were set on you.

"You're up," his voice was raspy and it never failed to send chills down your spine. You nodded, your index finger tracing the swallows on his chest.

"Been up for a while now."

"Are you feeling sick again?" His fingers trailed down your back, stopping at the small of it to give you a soft rub. You shook your head, nuzzling your head against his shoulder. "Oh, I get it. You were doing that weird staring thing that you do when I'm sleeping."