Harry Styles Imagines

massage

"I feel so tired Harry. This has been such a busy week. At least I'm glad I got rid of those stupid exams." I groan in annoyance only to receive a chuckle from my boyfriend harry who's laying half naked in the bed with me.

"I'm so proud of you baby girl. I'm sure soon your professors would be proud of you too." Harry comforted, his hands busy in my hair.

"My professors and proud don't go hand in hand they are super grumpy." I roll my eyes.

"Hey I have an idea!" Harry sat up. "You've been working  so hard for the past few days you definitely need some rest. How about I give you a massage to calm your nerves?"

"You don't have to do that Harry. I just need some sleep and I'll be fine." But Harry wasn't the one to listen. He gently pushed me down on the bed so that now I was lying on my stomach while harry got off the bed to grab oil and lotion and rest of the stuff he needed meanwhile I took off my t shirt, Harry's t shirt actually. I was only lying in my shorts and bra now.

Once he was well equipped, he got on top of me, seating himself just below my hips.

"I'll have to unclasp your bra babe." He softly asked.

"Sure!" My voice muffled in the pillow. It was not the first time he would be seeing me like that. His fingertips traced across my bare back creating goosebumps on its way.

Once the back was clear, I heard him open the cap of the oil, pouring it on his hands. After rubbing it on his palms his large hands travelled through my bare back all the way up to my shoulders, massaging me to release all the stress and worries out of my body.

A moan escaped from my lips. "It feels so good Harry!" I heard him laugh due to the way my voice muffled in the pillow, but that was the least of my concerns. I jut wanted to live the moment and feel at ease and harry was doing a good job at it.

His soft palm remained attached to my skin while he gently rubbed the moisturizer all across the back. His thumbs softly digging into each muscle allowing me to relax and moan in pleasure.

"Let's play a game." Harry suggested. "I'll draw some shapes on your back you'll have to guess it." I gave him a nod. This sounds fun.

After thinking for what he was going to ask me to guess first, his finger tips began tracing a pattern on my back. "Its a letter." Harry gave me a hint.

"Umm...is it...is it the letter H?" I asked after a long thoughtful pause.

"YES!!! You're so good at this. OK another one!" Harry exclaimed.

After playing for a few hours my eyes started feeling heavy. I don't know what answers I was mumbling and I don't know if harry understood what I was saying or not.

Harry's POV :

I loved the way y/n was enjoying the whole massage session although she refused to have one. After a long busy week she definitely deserved it. About an hour later the soft voice coming out from her lips had stopped. I gently removed myself from her body.

Her head was resting against the pillow. Her hair was sprawled all across the pillow and was also blocking the beautiful view to her face. I moved my finger tips across her forehead, brushing away the loose strands of her hair away from her face.

Her eyes were closed. Her long lashes resting on her cheeks. Her lips were slightly parted. She was deep in her sleep. I couldn't help but stare.

After staring at the view in front of me for what felt like hours I covered her bare body with the duvet, careful not to wake her up and the joined her in the bed.

Sorry if its short and boring!