Harry Styles Imagines

#71 Sacrifices

Summary: Harry willingly sacrificing sleep for you.

SACRIFICES

You wake up extremely early, cramping and shaking because your period is due to start any day now—unfortunately. Everything seems to be closing in on you. "Harry, please wake up," you softly whisper. After repeating that a third time, he groggily stirs. There's just enough light from the moon for you to make out his tired green eyes taking in your body.

"Are yeh okay, love?" There's worry laced in his thick voice. "Hmm?" He props himself up on his elbow to get a better look.

"I'm not feeling too well," you murmur.
It wasn't often you woke him, but when you do it's always was within reason. When it's early like this, the chance of you falling back to sleep without his help is nearly impossible. Somehow, he always manages to send you back into that beautiful, peaceful state. Whether it be by using his God given talent, or giving you those soft kisses you adore.

Not that it matters anyways, because when it comes to you, he's a complete sucker. Saying he would do anything for you is the truth. The two of you have long made it to the point in your relationship when love is not just l-o-v-e, it's making sacrifices and doing things you wouldn't normally do solely for the others' benefit. In fact, just last week you had canceled your long awaited girls night with your friends to attend his moms' birthday celebration with him.

Harry presses his free palm to your forehead. "Think yeh got a fever, or is it your tummy that's botherin' yeh?" His hand then moves to gently cup your cheek—which felt normal to him, not too warm.

"My tummy," you tell him, your voice weak and whiney.

Guilt takes root in his chest. "Yeh hadn't been tryin' t'wake meh fo' long, had yeh? M'sorry fo' not getting up sooner," he apologizes, always one to feel bad for letting anyone down.
To his upmost surprise, a small, grateful smile stretches across your face. "No, baby, I just woke up," you assure him.

"Oh, then that's good then. M'gonna go get somethin' for your that tummy of yours, how's tha' sound?"

He's just about to crawl out of bed, but you quickly catch his wrist. "No, I'll be fine. Stay here and sing to me. Pretty please?"

His eyebrows furrow. "You're over here dyin' and yeh want meh t'sing yeh a song? You've gone mad," he jokes. You whine and jut your lower lip out like a child. "Fine, fine." When it comes to weaknesses, you are definitely his.

You smile contently as his strong arms pull you into his toned, warm body. The pain doesn't completely fade, but you feel much better than you had before. Knowing you he's here for you is comforting all on its own.

"Thank you," you murmur.

"Don't mention it. Even as mad as yeh are, m'not cruel enough t'let yeh suffer all alone," he jokes. "Now, wha' would yeh like fo' meh to sing?"

"The usual."

He lets out a light chuckle. "Figures." He places a sweet kiss on your forehead.

"And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am."

By the time he's sang a few more verses of the song, you can already feel yourself drifting off. He smiles upon seeing your fluttering eyes. "Goodnight, beautiful."

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Song featured: Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls (beautiful song)

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