"Only two more weeks," A tired Harry said softly as a sigh left his lips. The hectic tour schedule he had been dealing with left him overtired and more homesick than ever. "Two more babe, we can do this." He said halfheartedly. "Two weeks too many." You said longingly as you positioned your phone between your cheek and shoulder to allow you to use your hands to pull back the duvet.
"Sleeping alone is no fun." You said meekly as you plopped down on your side of the bed and pulled the covers over your body. You rested your head on your hand and with your other one, traced circles into the mattress. Normally Harry would endure you tracing shapes onto his skin, but you had to make do with what you had at the moment. A yawn made its way out of your mouth which caused Harry to chuckle, "Someone's tired eh?" "Tired of missing you, yes." You said softly into the receiver as you sighed and yawned once more. "Harry," you began softly as you felt yourself dozing off, "Harry can you sing me to sleep. I-I miss it."
Almost immediately Harry replied, "Of course." He began to sing the words to your favorite song, he didn't even need to ask you what you wanted him to sing, he already knew. His voice caused you to relax and soon you were fast asleep.
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Your once peaceful slumber was soon disturbed by the annoying hum of the lawnmowers coming from outside. You muttered slightly under your breath and pulled the pillow out from under your head and put it over your ears to try to block out the horrible noise. With no luck, you soon found yourself in a rather irritable mood so you decided a cup of coffee would be helpful to help perk you up.
You grouchily made your way to the bathroom and washed up. Once finished, you head downstairs to find yourself greeted by a large bouquet of flowers on the kitchen table. A gasp soon escaped your lips as you hesitantly headed towards them, immediately sniffing them. Attached was a card which read, Good morning beautiful. x - H. A large smile grew across your face as you leaned in yet again to smell the flowers.
"Aren't you going to thank me for those?" Chimed a voice from behind you which nearly caused you to jump out of your skin. You turned to find your Harry standing before you. Tears of joy began to well up in your eyes as you immediately ran to embrace him. No words escaped your lips, you couldn't seem to find the right ones to explain how happy you were to have your Harry in your arms again. His large frame seemed to swallow yours as you both stood their silent, neither one of you felt the need to talk. Just being with one another was enough. His pointer finger made it's way under your chin and tilted your head up. Seconds later, he pressed his lips against yours and for the first time in a while, everything seemed right again.
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Harry Styles Imagines
FanfictionImagine this, a book about just Harry. I think yes. Read on to see what imagines makes you go from happy, maybe even to mad. Maybe some tragedies, and maybe a little bit of some smuts(;