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Admit it, how many of you went 'beside you i'm a loaded gun' after reading the chapter name ;)
Can you picture waking up one morning with Harry sprawled out with his arms tightly wrapped around you. You'd softly shake him awake and ask why he's practically on top of you and he'd brush some hair away from your face.
"Why am I in one of your jumpers babe? Did I put this on before I went to sleep?" you questioned as you looked down to see yourself swamped in one of Harry's jumpers
"I saw you shivering during the middle of the night and I wanted to warm you up a bit so I got you one of my jumpers and put it on you, I hope that's okay baby." His voice was slightly deeper as he whispered in your ear, his lips brushing against your earlobe with every word.
"You're beautiful in the morning, by the way."
"That is such a lie, Harry. My hair is awful." You protested, causing Harry to wrap his arms around your waist and pulling you up to straddle his waist.
"Your bedhead is my favorite thing to wake up to, babe." He paused to nuzzle his face into your neck, causing you to giggle and him to smirk at your reaction to him.
"You will always be my favorite person to wake up too... No matter what happens."
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Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences
FanfictionImagines 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
