Harry Styles Imagines & One Shots 💓

Stay, please...

You and Harry had another major row again. And again, it was over nothing. You guys had separate dinner that night (him showing his soft side when he cooked dinner enough for two). Even though he didn't serve it to you, he silently motioned to the leftovers in the pan with a backward throw of his head.

You didn't bother to say thanks to him too, not even a nod. The both of your ego is so huge, none of the two of you like to admit defeat in a fight. You went to eat once he's out of the room. Even though the food is already cold, it still tasted warm to you and you had to swallow back a huge lump at the back of your throat.

At night, Harry automatically moved his pillow and a spare blanket to the sofa downstairs without you telling him to. He knew it would make the situation worse and more tense than it already is if he stayed.

The both of you didn't wish each other goodnight that night, silently drifting off the dreamland without one another. You stayed awake for about an hour, twisting and turning without the familiar feeling of his arms around you, but you finally managed to catch a few z's after that.

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You woke up in the middle of the night, frightened by the loud thunderstorm outside. Rain was picking up, and it hit on the windowpanes in an out of tune rhythm. You looked around helplessly, knowing you won't be able to sleep anymore as you were scared of thunderstorms.

Actually, terrified is a better word. Since you're a child, you would be awoken by it and would cry till either one of your parents come in and console you, putting you back to bed with their lullabies.

You heard that childhood fears usually disappears after adolescent years, but apparently that statement didn't apply to your fears of thunderstorm, as you buried yourself even deeper underneath the covers and tried to stop hyperventilating.

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When you woke up again by the sound of the persistent thunder outside, you felt someone's arms around your waist and you screamed, sitting up immediately in an defensive position.

You saw a very confused bed-hair Harry staring at you and within seconds, he pulled you back into his embrace and smoothed your hair while whispering comforting words like "It's alright, baby..." or "It's just me, darl."

You forgot all about the grudge you're holding on Harry and burrowed your face into his chest, comforted by his warm aura that made you felt safe.

"I'm sorry for coming in, babe... It's just that I heard the thunderstorm going on outside and figured you might need me there next to you. I- I can go, if you want?"

Harry looked down at me lovingly yet cautiously, as if he's afraid I might take offence with him being so close to me. You realized that he might have also just remembered about that fight that now seemed ages ago, as he instinctively loosened his grip around you waist.

You took his arms and guided them so they're once again tight around you waist. You shook your head lightly and said softly, resting your head on his warm chest: "Harry, stay... please?"

He smiled at you and pressed a kiss to your forehead, murmuring: "Of course, love. Forever."

You smiled back at him and after a moment of comfortable silence, he spoke up again. "Y/N, I'm really sorry about the fight.... I don't even-" You shushed Harry with your index finger on his lips.

"Just stay, that's all you need to do to make up to me." 

And so the both of you stayed like that, peaceful and happy being around each other's presence. You didn't even realized that the thunderstorm had stopped by then.