Harry Styles Preferences/Imagines

39.) Soft Kisses

"You're so beautiful," Harry murmured against your lips. Your hands found his curls, your fingers knotting into them. His lips traveled down to the soft skin of your neck, pressing kisses to the hollow. His warm breath against your skin. He was gentle, extra cautious, making sure not to jostle you, as he set you down on the edge of the bed. "You okay?" he asked, knowing how sore you were, he was worried about causing you extra discomfort, his hands gently caressing your back as he stood in front of you, as close as he could get with both the bed and your belly in the way.

You nodded, your forehead brushing his. "Just keep holding me," you whispered, desperate for his warm touch, especially with your achy muscles.

"I won't let you go," he promised, his voice low. He peppered your face with soft kisses. Your fingers hooked in the hem of his t-shirt, slowly pulling it over his head, tossing it to the floor in a heap. He undressed you carefully, his hands trailing gently over your skin, his green eyes watching your own for any sign of distress, as your clothes fell to the floor. He slid his trousers down his hips.

"I love you," you murmured, scooting back further onto the bed carefully, Harry climbing up after you, helping you get situated.

"I love you so much," he murmured against her neck. He pressed warm kisses down your swollen body, starting at your neck and continuing down your chest, around each of your slightly tender breasts and around each side of your belly, leaving multiple kisses around your belly button, before he continued down to the soft skin of your inner thighs, his lips leaving linger kisses there. Your lips in his hair, arms around his neck. Each kiss leaving your skin tingling and your toes curling. You breathed in the comforting smell of his cologne, tasting it against his skin, as his lips found your own again, moving together hungrily. As he made you feel beautiful. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands on his shoulders.

"Thank you for making me feel beautiful," you mumbled, against his lips.

"You're so beautiful to me, love, I love you," he promised, the words falling into your mouth as the kiss continued. His fingers stroking down your sides

Harry held you like you were breakable, worried about his weight on you, nervous about any pressure on your belly. He kissed your forehead gently. "Tell me if this is uncomfortable, at all, okay?"

You nodded, feeling the tips of his curls brushing against your cheek, lost to everything but him. His eyes gentle. You suddenly felt your cheeks getting wet, burning with tears and you weren't sure why, but everything become very real in that moment. You were one day past your due date, and the idea that you could have the baby at any time in the next few days, scared you. What if you couldn't do it? What if you weren't strong enough? Your stomach tightened with worry.

Harry noticed the sudden tears and pulled back from your lips, eyes growing concerned as he looked you over for the cause of the tears.

"Babe? What is it?" he asked, cupping your damp cheeks in his hands.

You sniffled. "I'm not ready," you cried.

Harry frowned. "For what, love? We don't have to do this if you're too uncomfortable, I promise, it's alright."

You shook your head quickly, taking in a hiccupping breath. "No, it's not that. I'm scared. I'm scared to have the baby."

Harry sighed. "Sweetheart, there's nothing to be scared of," he whispered, bringing you tighter against him, your chin resting on his shoulder as he cupped the back of your head in his hand. He kissed your temple, burying his nose in your hair.

"What if I can't do it?" you whimpered.

"You can do it," he promised. "You're strong. And I'll be there with you every step of the way, you won't be alone. I know it's scary, I know you're scared, but I'm here with you, and we can be scared together. Don't cry, my love." His warm fingertips brushed your cheeks lightly, before going to cup your belly gently.

You looked up at him, eyes still glassy. "Will you hold my hand?" You knew there was no question, that it was ridiculous to feel the need to ask this, but in your slight state of panic, you needed all the reassurance you could get.

"The entire time," he promised, kissing your lips gently.

You settled back against the pillows, untangling your legs from around his waist, all hope of any sort of lovemaking gone for the moment.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, as he sighed, settling down next to you.

"It's alright, babe, we can just cuddle," he assured you, an arm snaking around your shoulders. Your fingers traced patterns lightly on his bare chest. You both laid there for a while, in the comfortable silence, before Harry slipped his arm from around your shoulders, swinging his legs over the edge and getting up and walking towards the attached bathroom.

You sat up a little. "Where are you going?" you mumbled.

"To take a shower. Are you going to join me?" He raised his eyebrows, slightly seductively. "We can pick up where we left off."

You smiled, nodding, and he padded over to scoop you back up from the bed, carrying you towards the bathroom.

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ITS MY BIRTHDAY! I turned 16! dam. I feel so old YET so young... YOU feel? Hehhe! I hope YOU HAVE a GREAT DAY! STAY SAFE LOVE YOU KITTIES! ❤️💖 -SUZIE

I tried to get 5sos and 1d to wish me a happy birthday but nothing happened. I overall had a good day! Bye.