Harry Styles Preferences/Imagines

You Faint On Tour In Front Of Harry

*YOUR POV*

My eyes fluttered open to meet Harry's. I gave him a small smile that he returned, tightening his hold on me in the small bunk of the tour bus.

"Morning." He whispered huskily, moving his lips to my neck.

"Morning." I mumbled in return, combing my fingers through his thick waves as he kissed my skin.

"I have to be in the stadium in an hour." He groaned and nuzzled further into me.

"Better get ready, then." I kissed his forehead and eased myself away from him, hearing him whine as I left his bunk.

"Don't leave." He whispered dramatically. "Don't leave me."

I rolled my eyes and laughed as I left him to get breakfast with the boys.

I eyed the swarm of fans outside the tour bus, screaming and crying as they tried to get a glimpse of the boys. The nervous butterflies made me feel slightly sick as I pictured pushing through a crowd of people who hate me. The last time I'd gone through the mob of yelling girls I actually had some hair pulled out – it hurt like fuck.

"Baby?" I turned at the sound of Harry's voice, smiling at him as he slipped his arms around my waist and kissed me softly.

"There are so many people outside." I breathed and leaned against him.

"I know." He kissed my temple. "You'll be okay."

"Sure." I grumbled. "They're going to rip my hair out."

"They'll be more interested in my hair than yours." Harry boasted as he flipped his long hair sassily.

"They won't wanna pull my hair because they like it – they'll pull my hair because they hate me." I sighed, pouring coffee into my mug and walking to the small sofa where Louis and Niall were already seated.

"They don't hate you." Harry protested, but it was pointless. I knew they did. "They're just jealous."

"Yeah, and that jealousy leads to hated." I sipped my coffee as I flopped down beside Louis.

"What're you talking about?" Louis questioned.

"How your fans will yank my hair out when I go into the stadium with you guys." I mumbled, scowling at the thought.

"What if I tweet telling them not to?" Louis suggested.

"It won't work. I highly doubt they'll listen. It's not like they listened to Liam when he told them to leave because it was a snake habitat." I giggled lightly at the memory and Louis snorted while Niall snickered. Harry just scowled at me.

"You'll be fine, Y/N. It's just a mob."

I almost choked on my coffee. "Just a mob? Are you crazy? I nearly died once."

"Stop being so dramatic." Harry put his head in my lap and I was tempted to pour my coffee on his pretty face.

"Fine, but if I die, it's your fault." I prodded his nose and he smiled.

"You won't die. No one's girlfriend has ever been killed in a mob."

"There's a first for everything." My nervousness grew as I observed the growing crowd outside the bus.

Louis entered the room, looking tired and sleep deprived. "They scream so loud." He fondly said as he collapsed into the sofa.

I huffed and played with the ends of my hair, ignoring Harry falling asleep again on my lap.

"Alright, time to go." Liam ordered everyone half an hour later. "Everyone ready?"

I was just finishing up with my mascara when the tour bus door was opened and the screaming was significantly up a few octaves. My stomach churned and I set my makeup down, fiddling with my fingers as I walked up to Harry. He slipped his arm around my waist and kissed my temple. "You'll be okay."