[y/n] POV
He's sleeping on my lap. Harry Styles. His muscular arm wrapped around my torso as his head of curly locks lay upon my thighs. A smile paints on my lips as i swiftly play with is soft brown curls, twirling them around my fingers. The boy had told me a million times that he loved me with all his heart and soul, but somehow i never had the nerve to tell him i did back. It was because i was nervous, but maybe i should tell him how i really feel. Slowly, my head falls down until my lips are hovering over his ear. I kiss his earlob softly. "i love you" i whisper. I then rise my head back up, meaning ever single word i said. Suddenly, i feel Harry fidget. I hold my breath, not knowing if what you did was a good idea. I feel his lips press against my stomach. I gasp, my eyes becoming alot wider than before. Gazing down, Harrys face is still buried in my stomach. "i love you more, y/n." he mumbles, squeezing me tightly. I grin and continue to play with his brown curls as he drifts of to sleep again.
