Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences Book Two

Snuggle Day

Your eyes flutter open, quickly shutting once the sun pokes through the shades. You groan, turning over to face your boyfriend, your hands rubbing at your throbbing temples, a slight smile falling on your face as you feel a kiss on your forehead.

"Good morning, my love," Harry whispers, his lips resting on your forehead. "Baby, your head in burning up. Do you feel ill?"

You nod, leaning into his touch, cuddling into his side.

"Aw Sweetheart, I'm sorry," Harry whispers. "Stay here. I will be right back with medicine, okay?"

"Thank you" you mumble, sliding deeper underneath the duvet whilst your boyfriend leaves the bed. Harry quickly climbing back in bed once you had swallowed the drops that would keep the fever under and the other symptoms at a minimum.

"How about we just stay in today, hmm?" Harry asks, his hands rubbing light circles in your hips.

"I'll let go of my plans and we can spend the day in bed. How does that sound?"

"That does sounds wonderful, Harry, but I don't want you to cancel your plans just because I'm not feeling very well," you whisper, voice hoarse and dry.

"I want to stop my plans for you, this way I can spend the day looking after you. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you stay at home by yourself when you're feeling like this," Harry questions, looking down at you as your look up from his chest, your fingers tracing his tattoos.

"Harry-" you attempt, not wanting him to cancel any of his plans.

"No, it's settled, my love," he insists. "Is there anything else I can do for you at the moment?"

"Could we please just have a snuggle day? That's all I really want," you whisper.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," he smiles, pulling you into him, letting your head rest on his chest. "Let me know if you need anything else, okay?"

"I will. I promise," you smile lightly, eyes drifting close as you fall asleep once again.