Harry Styles Imagines

#67 Some Moments Last Forever

SOME MOMENTS LAST FOREVER

Letting out a a small yawn, you roll over to look at the clock on the nightstand. 10:23 were the bright red digits displayed. All this week, the two of you have been fortunate enough to have the simple pleasure of sleeping in. Filming for Dunkirk was almost complete, so Harry, along with other cast members, had been granted a much needed time off. They've put so much of themselves into this movie; it was only fair that got to spend time with friends and family.

For the past few days, you and Harry have been staying at a beautiful water front Hotel in London. You tried to convince him that it would be okay for the two of you stay somewhere less "upscale," but he wasn't having it. As long as you're with him, you'll get nothing but the best. In this case, the best happens to be valet parking, a suite with exclusive room service, hot breakfast, and a breathtaking view.

"'S'not an act of showin' off, love," he always insists. "I jus' want yeh to know I care about yeh a whole lot." And he does. If you weren't with him, he honestly doesn't know what he'd do. Life would carry on, but there would be a huge piece of his heart missing. The love he has for you is so strong, and simply saying the four letter word is never enough. Actions always speak louder.

As time does its job, boredom begins to set in, compelling you reach for your phone with a slightly pained grunt. The first thing you see upon it turning on is a you and a few friends at the beach. It's not until you get to the home screen that a smile spreads across your face. It's an even cuter picture, but of you and Harry on a ferry for your 3rd anniversary. The weather that day had been perfect. After weeks of chilly weather, you guys had finally been able to whip out shorter clothing.

Speaking of Harry...

His green eyes haven't opened, even by the time you've turned back over. The longest strands of his hair are resting on his forehead and his pink lips are parted, relaxed breaths escaping them. He's as handsome as always. Watching him sleep is something you don't do as often as one would think, but it's surely is a treat. Knowing you're one of the only few people who get to see him in this state this makes it all the more sweeter.

You're fingers act before your brain can catch up, and you open the camera. Upon pressing the white capture button, a shutter sound puts a break in the once comfortable silence. His nose cutely twitches. Surely, that hadn't been enough to wake him. He's not that light of a sleeper.

"Thank God," you say out loud. Oops.
His hands move up to his face to rub his still closed eyes. "Baby?" He says, huskily. A small ping of guilt runs through you. You hadn't meant to wake him. He needs these extra minutes of sleep.

"I'm so sorry, baby, I didn't mean to wake you up," you promise quietly, locking your phone.
"Did yeh take a picture o'me?" His eyes flutter open and briefly glance downwards at your phone. You shyly nod, feeling bad. "'M'ugly right now," he claims. You look at him as if he's grown a third eye. He's the last person on Earth who should be saying something like that.

A small laugh slips past your lips. "Are you joking, babe? You're not ugly. You're far from it, actually," you assure him. For some reason, he has the audacity to shake his head "no" in denial. So it was going to be that kind of morning. Sighing, you open the camera on your phone again.

His big hands quickly shield his face like a little kids would. "No, wait, don't," he muffles out. "I already told yeh 'm'ugly."

A scoff emits from your mouth. "Harry, you've been in the spotlight for the past six years, if you haven't noticed. What's me taking a picture?" When you try to tug his hands down, he resists with a childish whine. "Okay, fine. I guess we'll have to go to extreme measures." He won't see it coming, but he'll feel it.

With one hand, you start delivering gentle pokes to his bare stomach, which makes him try to curl in on himself. "This isn't fair," he protests, a light laugh escaping his lips.
"It's totally fair." You move up to his ribs and he starts squirming. "All you have to do is stop me," you tell him in a teasing tone.

After having had enough, he grabs your wrist with one hand and uses the other to protect his torso. There's a lazy smile plastered on his face, and you swear it's the most beautiful thing in the word. This moment is perfect. He's perfect.
Click.

Instead of whining this time, he simply lets go of you and sighs contently, looking into your eyes. This moment will now last forever. And both of you are okay with that.

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This is from my Tumblr, so my attempt to write his accent. :))

-Nic 💕