Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

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The day had taken all of the energy out of you – and the two of you were more than ready for bed. You'd gone through the whole routine – brushing your teeth, washing your face, getting into your sleepwear before crawling into bed with Harry. He welcomed you into his side, your head resting against his bare chest as he lay in only his underwear.

Your fingertips traced over some of his tattoos before you closed your heavy eyes and let sleep come and take you away for a few hours.

Only, you'd been lying there for ten minutes unable to sleep because you could just feel his eyes settled onto your skin. He was watching you; and you didn't need to be looking at him to know that. You could just feel it.

"Why are you looking at me?" You asked sleepily, a tired chuckle falling from your lips. You adjusted the position of your head, nestling closer to Harry's chest so you could hear the steady thudding of his heart beneath his skin. It was the most calming sound to you.

He shrugged his shoulders, making your head move in the process, before his fingertips started dragging back and forth over your bare lower back. Then he played with the ends of your hair, chewing on his lip.

"Can't sleep?" You asked, scratching your nails over his abs lightly – an action that he seemed to ask you to do frequently.

You could hear him shake his head before he continued, "No."

"Then what's bothering you Haz?" You asked, tilting your head back so you could look at him. He smiled gently down at you before sighing.

"I just want to enjoy the feeling of you in my arms for a while. I just don't want to take these moments for granted. It won't be happening for so long while I'm on tour and I... I just want to savour it." He said softly, his fingers brushing over your cheekbone which caused your eyes to flutter shut momentarily.

You smiled and moved to lay atop of him, your head to his chest still, but your body blanketing his. He held you close, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before he sighed, "I wish I could take you on tour with me."

"I know Haz." You whispered, yawning as you let your palm rest to his chest – directly above his heart, "I'm gonna miss you like crazy."

Harry chuckled lowly and rubbed your lower back in small circles, "I'm gonna miss you too, babe. More than you'll ever know."