Harry Styles Imagines

#51 Kisses All Over (1st Day)

Ok, so I've decided to do something called The Five Days of Kisses. What's that you ask? Well, for five days straight I will only update imagines that all have the word "Kisses" in the title. Just thought it'd be fun or whatever. Sorry in advance for any mistakes. ;P

Enjoy!

KISSES ALL OVER

Harry's POV

Her beautiful lips are filled with love as they place featherlight kisses down my torso. Saying the feeling was amazing would be an understatement. It's much more than that. The past few weeks haven't been the best. I'm not as active as I used to be, and it's affecting me both physically and mentally. Unlike before, I'm uncomfortable getting dressed around Y/N because I fear she'll point my weight gain out.

One of the worst things I could do was ask her for privacy for that reason—of all reasons. She wasn't the judgmental type, but I've convinced myself otherwise. 

I never knew asking would hurt so much. The look on her face the first time I did was one I'll never forget. It was a mixture between confusion and hurt. Those are the last two feelings I want to bring out of her.

Y/N sits up, now straddling my waist. "You know I don't think any differently of you, right?" She asks. "You're still my Hazza. Even if you do have a little chub"

Hearing that from her means more to me than she probably thinks.

"Try to ignore the poison your mind has been feeding you for the past month. You're not any less desirable than you were before then. And besides, I fell in love with who you are, not how you looked. Don't let your own thoughts get the best you," she continues. She scoots herself down before leaning forward and placing kisses around my belly button. I let my eyes flutter closed.

"Harry," she says, sitting up yet again.

"Hmm?" I look up into her eyes, placing my hands on her thighs.

"Do you understand?"

Of course I understand, but it's not going to be easy for me to dive into accepting the person I've become. And I'm ok with that. As long as she's willing to continue helping me, I'm willing to keep trying. Being self conscious is truly one of the worst feelings in the world.

"Hey." She pokes me.

"I understand," I say.

She smiles, it's the type that meets her eyes. "Ok, good."

Carefully, she crawls upwards and presses her warm lips to the side of my neck. I tilt my head to grant her more access. An invulnerable moan escapes my mouth when she kisses the spot just below my ear. I can feel her smile into my skin, making me smile as well.

She works her way down and playfully nips at my collarbone. "Just in case you couldn't tell, I love you very much," she whispers.

"I love you," I say back.

When she makes it too my chest she uses her fingertips to trace over my tattoos, causing tiny goosebumps to rise on my skin. The only thing I can seem to focus on is the way her touch is making me feel. I honestly don't know what I'd do without her. She's one of the only people who knows about my mental struggle and she's been doing everything within her power to help. I'm beyond grateful for her.

She lifts her head a little. "When I say love I mean all of you, Harry. Flaws and all. You can criticize yourself all you want, but know that you're nothing but perfect in my eyes," she says, kissing both of my sparrow tattoos.

"Thank you," I tell her.

End of imagine. Thanks for reading!

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