Harry Styles Imagines

He Sings You To Sleep

"(Y\N), stop moving around so much." Harry whispers quietly on the other side of the bed.

"I can't sleep. I'll sleep on the couch so you can sleep." You say as you sit up and grab your pillow.

"No, no, no. I want you in here with me, love."

You slowly lay back down.

Harry wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close to him.

"Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me." Harry begins to sing.

"This isn't going to work." You say,but he only squeezes you harder.

"If my singing can't put you to sleep, I don't know what will."

You glance at the clock and see that it's nearly 2:30 in the morning. If you went to bed right now, you'd get 3 hours and 30 minutes of sleep.

"But bear this in mind it was meant to be. And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks, and it all makes sense to me."

You love listening to Harry sing. It makes you happy and just a for a moment you can think of something else besides your sleep deprivation.

"I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile, you've never loved your stomach or your thighs." Harry's singing is interrupted by a yawn escaping his mouth.

"The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine, but I'll love them endlessly."

You feel yourself getting groggy and tired.

"I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth." His voice grows quieter, and you grow sleepier.

"But if I do, it's you."

"It's you they add up to. And I'm in love with you, and all these little things."

His voice still lingers in the room. You feel a sleepiness you hadn't felt all night.

"I love you, (Y/N)." Harry whispers in your ear just as you are drifting off to sleep.