Harry Styles Imagines/Blurbs

Goodnight

Harry squinted in the light of your phone. “Babe, are you still up?” he groggily asked as his eyes squeezed shut again.

“Yeah, sorry… I got distracted,” you replied quietly.

“What time is it?” he asked, his hand finding your bare side under the covers and rubbing softly.

“1:45,” you sighed, remembering how early you had to get up the next day.

He sighed sleepily, clearly slipping in and out of consciousness. “You sleeping soon?” he asked after a moment, his thumb catching your hip.

“Yeah,” you responded, setting your phone aside and turning towards him. His hand shifted to your back, helping you snuggle down with your head up under his chin.

“G’night,” he mumbled, his fingers tracing slow circles at the base of your spine.

“Night,” you whispered into his chest, thankful for his warmth.