One Direction Imagines

I Don't Wanna Miss This (Harry Styles)

Songfic. Based off I Don’t Wanna Miss This- Tyler Ward.

I roll over slightly as a soft noise against my ear gently wakes me. I try to look back to the warm body pressed against mine but it is no use. I feel his chest expand and deflate rhythmically against my back. One arm is thrown over my middle keeping me in place and the other is laying stretched out underneath the pillow my head is on. I’m effectively snuggled and secure in his arms. I reach out and slowly touch the tips of my fingers in his outstretched palm. His fingers twitch a few times from the soft brush of my nails & the curls on the top of his head tickle my cheek as his face presses into the crook of my neck. He mumbles something in his sleep & I can feel his lips moving against the skin of my neck. I’m unable to make out what he’s saying; his voice is quiet and my mind is getting foggier with drowsiness as the seconds pass. His voice quiets once more & his breath fans up over my shoulder & lightly sweeps against my ear. It’s warm but it still sends a wave of goosebumps over the entirety of my body. I shiver & without realizing what I’m doing, I move closer into him. He sighs in his sleep & this time it is clear enough that I can hear my name slip from his lips. I smile lazily as my heart pitter-patters & I scoot down in the bed so now I’m laying lower than he is. I turn to my right so I can lay facing him and he pulls me even closer (if possible) to his body by my hips. I’m flush against him, our warm skin connected at every possible place. I carefully wiggle my left leg between his, letting it rest there. I watch him through my lashes, my droopy eyes struggling to stay open. After fighting several minutes to watch him like this, I decide to give in to my drowsiness & nuzzle my face between the skin of his neck & the pillow it’s resting on. He hums contentedly in his sleep & throws his right leg more fully over my own. My leg between his means it’s now possible for our torsos & hips to get even closer than before. Our legs are now messily intertwined & I get a small giddy head rush from the feel of light stubble grazing against my nose & cheeks as well as the smell of his cologne & aftershave. I’m roused enough to squeeze my hand & arm up under his arm that has been now thrown over my shoulder. I bring my fingers up to lightly play with the curls at his nape. The silky strands flow through my fingers & I give his chest a light peck above where his heart lays gently beating before sleep overtakes me once more. *** The first thing I notice as I slip into consciousness is that the majority of my body is cold. There is no blanket covering me anymore & all I’m wearing is one of his tanks and underwear. The second thing I notice is that I am laid in an awkward position halfway on top of Harry who is also in nothing but a pair of boxers. He’s laid on his back while my body is turned into his. This time it’s my left arm stretched across his middle and my leg thrown carelessly up & over his left side. His leg is slightly raised which means my knee is high on his hip. I blink the sleep from my eyes slowly while trying to fight their tired burn. As I try and guess what time it is I realize it’s probably very early; the room is cast in dark grey as the sun rises outside against the blinds & curtains. I carefully raise up to rest my top half on my elbow & rest my head in my palm as I stare down at Harry in the almost-dark. I smile to myself a bit wryly as I take a minute to stare at the boy that had stolen my heart. What started out as two lonely old friends getting together for a good shag here & there had turned into something much more. At least for me. It might have been masochistic, but I knew Harry didn’t feel for me as I felt for him & yet I couldn’t stop myself for coming back for more of him. I knew it would only hurt more in the end, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. I put those thoughts in the back of my mind as he inhaled deeply, slightly stirring. His lips are parted just enough to inhale & exhale through & they look a bit dry from the air rushing past. I smoothed the skin of his chest, gently tracing my fingertips across the scattered tattoos. His eyelids flutter as I trail his skin & he scrunches his face up in an attempt to resist consciousness a bit longer. I smile to myself as I watch his facial expressions flit across his face. I bring the hand that I’m not currently resting on up to his face & gently cup his cheek, turning his face towards mine so I can bring my lips to his for a soft kiss. My thumb brushes his cheek bone & he sighs into me & raises his head to press our lips together more firmly. As he wraps his arms around my mid section, he rolls me so I’m fully laying on top of him now. I pull back to look at him & he has yet to open his eyes, but a smile is playing on his lips as his head falls back to the pillow. He cracks one eye & smiles up at me; his dimples come to life on his cheeks & I feel a flutter in my stomach as I look at him. My leg that was thrown over his hip before is now laying between his. He raises the leg that is between mine up & places his foot flat on the bed so his thigh is pressed right up against my core. I raise up & peck his lips in a chaste but lingering kiss. I pull away & go to rest my head on his shoulder & his lips follow mine, not wanting our kisses to end. He looks down at me as I look up at him which gives him the perfect opportunity to nuzzle our noses together. I laugh lightly at the little Eskimo kisses & eventually our lips find one another’s again. My heart clenches as I realize we’re acting couple-y. I fleetingly wonder if the thought crosses his mind & then I immediately inwardly scoff at myself. Of course not. When we pull apart he wraps his right arm around the back of my neck & shoulders as his left hand rests on my right thigh & draws aimless designs on the skin. I lay with my hand resting flat across his chest and I feel his heart beat beneath it, trying to be thankful for the part of Harry that I have, even if it’s not all that I want of him. He takes a deep breath in, lifting me slightly with the effort since I’m across his chest and midsection & lets it out in a great huff of air that ruffles my hair slightly. He is still for a moment before speaking. “It’s for you,” his gravelly voice says almost silently. I raise up slightly to stare at him in question, unsure of what he means. He catches my expression & explains. “My heart. It beats for you. It’s yours. I…I love you. I’m in love with you.” My heart clenches and I feel a pit forming in my stomach. I have to look away before he can see how hopeful I am. I lay my head back down on his chest. “Don’t play with me, Hazz.” “I’m not,” he simply replies. “Yes you are & it’s not very nice.” “No I’m not.” “Yes you are. You have to be.” I feel & hear him groan beneath me. He brings his hands up to grip his hair as he speaks. “No, I’m not. Do you think I’d do this with a girl I was just shagging? Wouldn’t it be easier for me to go pick up a girl at a club or party if that’s all I really wanted? Wouldn’t that be a lot less messy than this?” At first I laugh bitterly & then I actually think about what he’s saying. I glance up to look at him as I contemplate his words and logic. I raise my head up once more and all I can do is stare at him for moments on end searching his face for a hint that this wasn’t some cruel joke or a spur of the moment falsehood. He starts to lift himself off the bed while muttering something under his breath. I can see a flash of hurt in his eyes & I interrupt his hasty getaway & pin his shoulders back down on the bed. I lean down & kiss him again with more fervor than before. He stays still & I nibble on his bottom lip, his lips then parting in shock. I take advantage quickly by slipping my tongue in his mouth & that’s when he responds. After a few seconds of heatedly kissing, I pull back to look in his eyes. The wonder & adoration I see swirling in his green eyes amazes & shocks me. I give him one more small peck before I speak, watching his eyes light up as the words leave my mouth. “I love you. I’m in love with you too.”

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