Harry Styles Imagines

21 - First morning (au)

FIRST MORNING

                              Lazily, I open an eye only to see that brown curls are shoved against my face. I scoot a bit away and support my head on my elbow as I look down at the handsome guy beside me. His eyes are closed but his mouth is slightly open. His pink lips are forming a shape of an 'o'.

 This was the first time I slept over at his place. We are in a relationship for over two months but I have never stayed at his place nor has he at mine. However, last night we changed this and I really hope I did not do any weird faces, noises or moves in my sleep.

 The thought of how I might behave when I'm asleep causes me to think about how I have to look right now. My hair has to stick up in every possible direction because it is always doing this in the morning. And what about my breath?

 I quickly, but quietly, wiggle myself out of Harry's loose grip and get up from the bed to enter the bathroom. After I closed the door behind me I dare a look at the mirror. I do not look too bad. If Harry had seen me that way, it would have been okay.

 Nevertheless, I brush my hair and teeth, pinching my cheeks to get a bit more colour in my face. I splash my face with some water. Then, it knocks at the door and before I can say anything it swings open.

 In front of me is a rather tired looking Harry whose curls are loosely falling into his face, making him look adorable. I know no guy wants to be called adorable but he just looks like that in this exact moment.

 "Good morning, sunshine." Harry mumbles and wraps his arms around me from behind. His cheek is pressed against my shoulder blade.

 "Morning." I say back and pick my toothbrush up again, putting some toothpaste on it. Harry still cuddles me from behind as I brush my teeth for the second time this morning.

 Harry laughs and rests his chin on my shoulder as he pokes my cheek, "I know you've brushed your teeth already."

 "Not true." I say with the toothbrush still in my mouth.

 "I know you have." Harry teases and his fingers slide under the shirt I'm wearing of him, drawing little patterns onto the bare skin of my stomach.

 I take the toothbrush out of my mouth and feel my cheeks redden.

 "You're so cute," Harry says chuckling as he attempts to brush his own teeth, but I only shoot him a death glare, "You are. Cuter than a fruit."

 Smiling, I shake my head as I watch him making weird faces whilst brushing his teeth. I hear his mother calling his name, asking if he is awake and he only grunts.

 Together we walk back into his bedroom where he pulls me into his bed again. Our legs are entangled and I lay with only half of my body on top of him.

 "How did you sleep, Y/N?" Harry asks while his hands travel up my thighs, over my behind and rest on my lower back.

 "Very good, you?"

 "Me too," Harry replies and then kisses my nose, "You look adorable when you sleep."

 "I do not."

 "You do. And you talk."

 "What?"

 "Really, you're like mumbling stuff but I couldn't make out what you said. It's cute though."

 "Cuter than a fruit, huh?" I tease him and rub my nose with his. I have my fingers lightly pressed against his cheeks, my thumb stroking over his plump bottom lip.

 "Can I get my good morning kiss now?" He asks, pouting a little.

 "Don't know." I giggle and suddenly Harry flips us over and cages me in with his arms and legs. He leans down and gives me kisses all over my face but nowhere near my lips. He even tickles me with his curls a bit while I try to push him off me, which does not work at all, no matter how I hard I try.

 Eventually, I give in and put my arms next to my body. Harry smirks and his mouth comes closer until it is finally pressed against my own. We move our lips slowly since both of us are still kind of tired.

 "I'm so happy you're mine, Y/N." Harry whispers against my lips as he pulls the blanket over our bodies again.