dimples and all (Harry Styles one shot)

Legs.

Long, spindly legs that twist through yours, give off the warmth that the sheets of the large bed you share lack. Strong, muscular legs that make you feel safe, unafraid of the cold world that has harmed you for so long. Legs that make him stand tall, let his head rest on yours when you embrace, your head close to his heart that beats just a tiny bit faster when you're near.

Arms.

Arms just as lengthy as his legs, wrapped around you keeping you safe as you sleep in the crooks of his body. Lean but muscular, his arms protect you, but don't constrain you from moving around underneath his limbs. Arms that wrap around your waist perfectly when he holds you, when you kiss, when you're mad and he just wants forgiveness.

Faces.

Close together as you both sleep soundly, minty breath tingles your senses with every exhale. Faces that are always close together, kissing or just exchanging silent whispers between lovers. Flawless, that’s what his is to you, as it meets yours in the dark room you two share.

His green eyes meet yours, glowing emeralds even in the total dark of your bedroom. You can tell something is wrong, his eyes wide and filled with worry, his body growing tense around yours. You open sleepy eyes, eyelids struggling to lift themselves up, and slowly plant a kiss to his open lips, lips that are worried, scared.

"Baby, what's wrong?" you ask, running your hands through his smooth luscious curls, an attempt to soothe him and bring his breathing back into a relaxed time with yours.

He lets out a shaky breath, revealing a side you aren't used to seeing; Harry was usually a cheeky, confident soul, protective of you when he needed to be but never shaky or fearful like he appeared now. His breathing slowed a bit as you continued to stroke and play with the curls at the nape of his neck, twisting your fingers through each individual lock.

His mouth opened slowly, uncertainty controlling the speed of his movements. "I had a nightmare," he started, swallowing hard, letting his eyes close and open again before he continued, "You left. In the middle of the night. I woke up, and you were just—gone." Tears began to form in the corner of those beautiful green eyes, rolled down his cheeks where you gently swiped them away. So he was scared of you leaving. You couldn't help being flattered by this; he was Harry Edward Styles for God's sake, he could have whoever he wanted, but he chose you. You, just a girl from the coffee shop in his hometown, one he saw every single day when he wasn't on tour with his four best friends and the millions of fans they have around the world. At this thought you couldn’t help but laugh, causing Harry's frown to grow even larger.

"Babe, are you laughing at me?" You could hear the hurt in his voice, which snapped you out of your flattered state and back into the consoling one your boyfriend really needed. You shook your head as you went back to toying with his curls.

"Only because you're cute," you paused to sneak another quick kiss on his lips before continuing, "And you treat me better than anyone else has before." His eyes lit up—they pierced the dark—and a smile replaced the frown that had consumed his face. It was nice to see that smile, dimples and all; after all that's what you loved most, what really topped off the rest of Harry Styles. Those dimples you could kiss and admire for eternity.

"Only because you deserve it, my princess," he replied, pulling you close, allowing you to smell his cologne that made you dizzy with feeling, a feeling so overwhelming you couldn't ever explain with letters or words. It was like the color red, passionate, driving, and strong. But it was also like a blue, cool and relaxing and serenity. It was a mix of every emotion you could ever feel, and you loved it, unable to ever find it anywhere else besides in Harry's arms.

You looked up into those beautiful eyes once more as tiredness attacked you again, and mumbled to the boy who held you so gently, "I will always love you, forever and ever. I could never leave you, Harry. Believe me." With that, you drifted back off into slumber in your man's arms, safe and comfortable and as sure of your feelings as ever.

Although he knew you were far from consciousness by the warmth your heavy breaths spread over his chest, he kissed the top of your head and whispered into your skin, "Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. You are my world." And with that, his green eyes fell prisoner to his heavy eyelids and he fell asleep too, a smile on his face, dimples and all.