Harry Styles One Shots !!

Feel Better Honey ❤️

A/N : I know first of all I didn't update in like...AGES ? And Most Of You Guys Seriously Maybe Are Mad At Me , I am So Sorry but from today we ll continue normally with our weekly schedule , Lots Of Love x.

ENJOY ❤️🙏🏻

"Welcome home honey!" you shouted from your position on the sofa in the living room as soon as you heard the front door open to your house. You closed the book you had been reading to get up and greet your boyfriend but you stopped when you saw him sluggishly hanging his black leather jacket on the hook, his shoulders slightly drooping.

'What 's wrong? ' you thought to yourself, placing your book on the coffee table in front of the sofa as he sighed and kicked his brown boots off. Harry was usually very chipper when he came home. You'd usually kiss him on the cheek, help him hang his jacket up and ask him how his day was. He'd launch into a funny story of how he either tripped over his own two feet or how one of the other lads did something hilarious. For him to act this way was very strange.

"What's wrong Harry?" you finally voiced your thoughts, concern overcoming you. You got up to hug him, maybe hoping that would make him feel better, but he held up his large hand to stop you.

"Sit," he simply said, his voice low. You obeyed quickly knowing an angry Harry was a scary Harry. He sat down beside you, letting out a long breath and stretching his long legs out until his socked feet touched the edge of the black coffee table.

In the next moment he glanced over at you, his eyes hard and tired. You expected him to start yelling but he simply leaned over to rest his head on your shoulder. You took a breath, not quite knowing what to do for a moment but soon after he began to talk, clearing up your confusion, "Today... was a long day."

"What's the matter babe?" you tried again. You wanted to help him feel better but if he didn't tell you all the details you couldn't possibly do that.

"Hmmm..." he sighed, nuzzling his cheek into your neck this time. You could feel his soft, curly hair against your skin, making you desire the feeling of running your fingers through his hair. "Can we talk about it later? I just wanna be here with you right now. That's all."

You nodded and scooted over a bit so he could have more of the sofa. He curled up beside you, his lips suddenly ghosting over your skin. "I missed you," he whispered against your neck, planting a soft, gentle kiss on your sensitive skin. You felt the warmth of his lips lingering still on your neck when he moved down to your shoulder, leaving another soft kiss on your exposed skin where your pajama shirt had slid down.

"Missed you too." You turned to look at him only to almost bump noses with him. The both of you stared at each other for a moment before he turned his head ever so slightly to the side to capture your lips with his. Even though he had admitted to being tired you couldn't tell by his kisses. He was just as passionate as any other time he had kissed you.

After several kisses later he had you out of breath and on your back. "Hey... kitten?" His green eyes seemed to be shining down on you.

"Yeah?" You blinked as he slowly stroked your cheek with the back of his hand. Even though the sofa was barely big enough for the both of you to be lying down on, he slowly eased himself beside you, looking you in the eyes.

"I feel better now." He suddenly laughed to himself, pecking you on the lips again. He wrapped his arm around your waist and nuzzled his face into your chest. "You're so warm... and soft. And you smell so good. Just what I want to come home to."

"Oh Harry stop..." you muttered, trying not to blush. Even though you had been dating him for nearly a year and a half he still could say things to have your face turning red as a beet, especially if it was something naughty.

"Stop what?" He was lightly peppering your chest with kisses until he shifted himself to look up at you. "I can't stop-"

"Yes you can!"

"You didn't let me finish." He frowned but then started to smile again. "You can't make me stop loving you."

You blushed even harder but Harry didn't seem to notice as he brought your lips to his again in another kiss, placing one of his slender, long legs on top of yours. "I'm glad you feel better hun," you whispered as you stroked his hair, letting the silky, soft strands tickle your fingers. You knew that once Harry got in the mood, there was no stopping him. The both of you had a long night ahead of you.

:)x.