Harry Styles imagines/ Preferences

My Love: Harry Styles imagine

I wake up to a nice warm body pressed against my bare chest. My arm wrapped around its medium frame. I turn my head to look at the time 8:30 am. After a long but short yawn I close my eyes just desperate to imagine the events of last night.

I can remember y/n's body underneath me. Her breathlessly calling my name. The way she would look at me while our hips meet again and again.

I open my eyes with a smirk on my face after I feel y/n's body stir under my inked arms. Her hand comes up to cup mine. I loved it when she would do that just to make sure I was still there.

"Good morning love" I say slyly. I clutched her tighter to me. She lightly chuckled. "Good morning babe" she said as she turned around to face me.

Y/n pressed her cheek to my chest. She would do that when she was tired, upset (rarely), happy, excited, sad... I loved that about her too.

In fact I loved everything about her. Of course I loved her looks, but she's so much more than that. I love how she's stubborn and won't give up easy.

I love how shes creative and how she's herself. I love how she's opinionated. I love her flaws, they let me know she's real... Beautiful.

Most of all I love her past. It makes her who she is. Y/n didn't have it easy as a kid. I remember she would call me crying at night on tour because she was thinking of it.

To be honest I cried too whenever I wasn't with her. I often fear that she would turn back to it whenever the hate got to her. I just can't imagine y/n hurting her self.

Y/N's POV:

I glance up to see that Harry's eyebrows are furrowed and a slight frown on his beautiful lips. He's quite talented with them... You know singing and all.

I giggle at my thoughts of Harry's clumsiness last night during our night activities. He would try to remove his and mine skinny jeans 'gracefully'.

Not only that, but when he tried to 'talk dirty' we would both end up laughing because of how bad it was. He looks into my eyes. His frown faded and a smile took place.

"What?" He said. "Nothing just thinking about how cute you are." I say and poked his right dimple. "We're you thinking about last night?" He said raising his eyebrow.

He had cute eyebrows.

"Maybe?" I was matching my smile with his. "Well then why were you laughing?" "Because of your 'dirty talk'" " Oh well we don't need to discus it..." Harry trailed off looking at the wall.

He then looked back at me. Starting into my orbs he always said were beautiful. I sometimes wonder what he was thinking when he did that.

I wonder if he ever thought about my past when he looks at me. I always wonder if he thinks he should leave me. If he did I would understand.

Who would want to date a person who had depression problems? Who sometimes still does? If Harry were to leave me I don't know what I would do?

For months I convinced myself I wouldn't fall in love and get hurt. Months I was on my own convinced that love didn't exist. Then Harry came along. My love.

He is the only thing keeping me going. The night I told him everything was the night for the first. A new first everything. Beginning to end. Harry had made me promises that he would never leave.

As I child I understood that promises were something nobody kept they were more like stories you would tell just to keep someone happy. But Harry, Harry was different.

I knew Harry was my forever and always.

Harry's POV:

From the beginning I knew that when I made a promise to y/n that I would keep it. I knew that she was the only one I wanted. The only one I need.

Wow ok so I hope that this one was good. I'm sorry I tried to make it good yet personal. This one got deep. Lol.

-Mallory