"M'tired," Harry muttered from beside you, his eyes drooping with sleepiness.
"Then go to bed babe." You smiled at the pages, meaning for your boyfriend, but the book was honestly to good to look up from.
"But, baby, I want you to come to bed with me." He tugged at your arm like a young child and his mummy. Giving you a puppy dog flare but you were too occupied to look up.
"Not know Harry, I'm reading." He groaned, continuing to tug on your arm.
"Please, I can't go to sleep without you."
"You're such a fucker." You sighed, placing your book down and following the now giddy boy upstairs.
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Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences
FanficImagines and Preferences about the one and only Harold Styles as you may have worked out from the title oopsssssssssss Feel free to check out my other 5 books of one direction imagines and preferences ;p
