Harry Styles Imagines

#40 Stubble

STUBBLE

Careful not to nick him, I slowly glide the razor down his cream covered cheek. The only other sound that was audible was our slow, steady breathing. Moments like these are the ones I cherish the most in our relationship. Time is gold. With his new work schedule and my studies, we aren't around each other as much as we used to be. It's not until now that I truly realize the importance of spending time with the people you love.

"Y/N?" Harry says, his warm breath fanning over my hand, "You're really pretty," he compliments. A smile stretches across my face. He chose the most random time, but it made my heart flutter. His unpredictable personality is what I fell for. Hard.

I pull the razor away from his face and set it on the sink beside me. "I love you," I say because it's the only thing I can think to.

"I love you too. I'd kiss you but I have shaving cream all over my face." The disappointed sigh that comes from his mouth makes me laugh and use my dangling legs to pull him closer. "Baby, I don't wanna get it on you, but I want to kiss you so fucking bad," he softly explains, our lips almost touching.

Rolling my eyes, I cup his chin and swiftly close the tiny gap.

End of imagine. Thanks for reading!

Hope you enjoyed this short one. It's late and I'm out of it so sorry if it makes no sense. *holds up lazy peace sign*

*is adopted by 1D*

Yes, I just went there.

-1nfinityDreamer ;)