One Direction Imagines Book Three

Harry - Waste The Night Part Two

With a soft sigh, you find yourself lost in the masterpiece in front of you. It's half past five in the morning, yet all you could focus on was the soft, peaceful breaths exhaling from Harry's lips.

He was on his side, one arm wrapped around your waist as he held your hand in his, intertwined so he could sleep close to you.

He was perfect, despite his literate scars which lingered on his arms, never quite fading.

It shook you when you found out about his self harm. It upset you to know that you couldn't help him sooner, and it especially hurt you to know that his behaviour was down to insecurity; a feeling you knew all too well.

He was now a week clean, and you couldn't be more proud. He was absolutely certain you would leave him, and had been struggling with those feelings for months before admitting them to you. But now, he didn't need to worry anymore, because you're determined to spend every single day proving to him that you're here to stay.

"Y/N?" Harry's syrupy morning voice speaks, coaxing you out of your thoughts.

"Shh," You coo, not realising that you had been tracing your fingers up and down his back for the past few minutes.

"Why a're you a'wake?" He mumbles, his words muffled by his pillow.

"I can't sleep." You admit, as he shuffles his head closer to you so that his hair was tickling your shoulder.

"Why not?" He questions, his voice honey-like and sweet.

"Just thinking."

"About what?" He presses, in genuine curiosity.

"Harry, go back to sleep." You tell him, not wanting to keep him awake for any longer than necessary.

"We're you thinking about me?" He asks, avoiding your change in subject.

"I might have been, why'd you ask?"

"Because I think about you all the time." He tells you, his arm wrapping around you tighter.

"Can I ask you something?" You sigh.

"Of course."

"Why did you choose to tell me about your struggling last week? Why not before?" You ask, his health and his wellbeing one of the most important things in the world to you.

"I wanted to tell you, but it's hard, like, how do you find the words? How do you tell the person you love that you're hurting?" He sighs, rubbing his cheek against yours.

"I would never judge you, Harry. No matter how you would've told me, I would've taken you seriously and listened." You assure him.

"I know, but I didn't know how to deal with my emotions, so I struck out. I tried to drink to take my mind off of it, tried to avoid you and hope the feelings went away. But... They didn't. They just kept coming and getting worse and worse,"

"I didn't even know how you'd take it after that because we weren't exactly on good terms." He explains, softly.

You squeezed his hand in yours gently, letting him know that you would be here for him, silently.

Harry wasn't one for lots of words; he tripped over them and didn't know how to explain things mostly, and so, he's the most challenging book you've ever tried to read. But you sure weren't giving up on trying.

"I think of you like a book, Harry," You tell him, speaking your thoughts.

"You and your books." He laughs lightly, snuggling further towards you as he wraps his long legs around yours.

"Oh, shut up." You scoff, letting out a small laugh.

"No, come on, tell me why you think of me like a book." He gently instructs, pushing back the hair that had fallen your forehead.

"With you mocking me?" You ask, raising an eyebrow, as you catch his lopsided grin.

"Please," He pleads, and although his tone is still jokey, he is also asking you to give him some comfort and some reassurance about how you feel about him.

He needs you to tell him how you feel in a description because even though he is handsome, he doesn't always see it. Even though he is kind, he doesn't always give himself enough credit and even though he is the best boyfriend you could've wanted, he doesn't always see that.

He needs reassurance that he is enough.

"I think of you as a book I've chosen to read; you're a normal guy, and you caught my eye. You're not like any other book though, you're... Harder to read, and you're certainly more of a challenge, but you've turned into my favourite book. The feel of the pages as each one turns is captivating and the creasing of the paper never gets tiring. You're the book I want to keep for my whole life, to treasure and to read again and again. I'm not saying I won't take you for granted sometimes, because I most likely will. But I am saying that you're the only book that can ever be my favourite because you're irreplaceable." You tell him, expressing your thoughts and feelings wholeheartedly.

"Do you really mean that?" He asks, quietly.

"Of course I do." You confirm, genuinely.

"You read loads of books though. What makes you want me?" He questions, yet you know he isn't referring to a book in his question.

"Because you're the type of book that I never want to put down. You're the type of book where I've fallen so far in love with the characters, that I can't get it out of my mind. Don't ever think you're not good enough, because you are more than amazing and you always have been." You elaborate, earnestly.

"What part of that are you doubting?" You ask, watching as he remains quiet, chewing on his bottom lip.

"None of it." He replies, jaggedly.

"Then what's wrong?" You prompt, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles in reassurance.

"I just - you know when you said..." He trails off, before letting out a sigh.

"You know when you said I was a horrible, insensitive boyfriend last week? I know you were upset and angry, but did you mean it?" He asks, expressing his queries.

"No, Harry, of course I didn't mean it. At the time, I was upset with you because it seemed as if you didn't care and it seemed like you just liked to reject me, which is why I said it. But you're far from being a horrible boyfriend because you do absolutely everything with my interests in mind and that means so much."

"I was so scared of loosing you," He exhales, tightly.

"I love you so much." He adds, intently.

"I love you too, Harry." You respond, in an equal tone.

"Because I'm you're little bear, right?" He simpers, snuggling further against you as his warm lips meet yours in a soft kiss.

"You will always be my little bear." You affirm, with a soft smile.

Something about your talk made Harry hold you closer that night, as well as every other night from then onwards; something that brought your relationship closer and stronger.

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Hello lovelies <3

Here is the part two :) I hope you all enjoyed. <3 I'm sorry for the wait. Xx

Also, I wanted to ask you all if you think I write regarding Harry and Y/N as affectionate enough? Because I've noticed that I haven't been putting as much kissing and hugging into my writing and I wondered if you all would like me to try and write more of affection? Please be honest. I realise these imagines are supposed to be affectionate anyway, and I'm sorry for the lack of that :/ I will try to do better. I hope this imagine is an okay start :)

Lots of love,

Lauren xx