Harry Styles Imagines

Sunday Morning

"Settle down with me.."

A tiny smile begins to form on my face.

"Cover me up, cuddle me in.."

He thinks I'm asleep.

"Lie down with me and hold me, in your arms.."

God, I love it when he sings. He's sleepy. Singing while he's sleepy.

He moves, careful not to wake me. So oblivious to the fact that I hear every perfect word leaving his lips.

I feel his arm slip around my waist and I fight the electric chills running through my spine.

"And your heart's against my chest..lips pressed to my neck.."

I can't take it anymore.

I turn my body to face him. His eyes meet mine, suprised by my sudden movement. His eyebrows furrow.

"Did I wake you, babe?"

I just smile at how oblivious he is and meet his gaze.

"Keep singing.."

Harry looks down at me and brushes a piece of hair from my face.

"And I'm falling for your eyes.."

The morning sunshine falls in through

the window, illuminating Harry's perfect face, perfect chest, perfect soul.

"But they don't know me yet. With this feeling I'll forget..I'm in love now.."

His voice is so raw and real it makes every inch of me swell love. He hasn't taken his eyes of mine. I just stare at him in awe. He's hypnotizing.

"Kiss me like you wanna be loved,"

He pulls me close and kisses my forehead.

"you wanna be loved,"

He kisses my cheek;

"you wanna be loved."

Now my nose;

"This feels like falling in love, falling in love..I've fallen in love."

With that line, his lips finally meet mine, soft and sweet and gentle. Safe.