Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences Book Two

Early Mornings

There's a beeping off in the distance. It is nonstop and annoying. Through the haze of exhaustion, you feel the bed shift but sleep overtakes you once more. Cool fingers trace across your jaw and while the cotton sheets are slowly pulled from your body, you snuggle deeper into the pillow under your head. It doesn't take long for a chill to overtake your mostly nude body but you're too tired to care. Your eyes feel heavy when you try to open them and such a simple task becomes seemingly impossible. Darkness surrounds you but you are no longer asleep but instead stuck in the haze between awake and alert. Moments later you manage to crack one eye open and through the haze of exhaustion you make out a body emerging from the bathroom at the other side of the hotel room.

"It's time to wake up beautiful," Harry says softly, kneeling over you on the bed to place a kiss to your forehead. You mumble, head shaking before you roll away from him and curl back into yourself to fall back asleep. Harry chuckles at your antics and reaches for an ankle to drag you closer to him.

"Love, we have to go soon. The plane will leave without us," Harry reminds you, lifting you into his arms to carry you into the bathroom. The room is too cold. Pressing your body closer to Harry's, you inhale the clean scent that is uniquely Harry and allow yourself one final moment of rest. Harry nuzzles his cheek against the mass of your hair partially covering his face and he squeezes you to his chest just a little tighter. This has become the routine for this tour. Harry is the one to wake early, the one to allow you to sleep until the last possible second before waking you and knowing he has to physically lift you into the bathroom otherwise you won't get out of bed

"It's so early," you mumble tiredly, eyes closed as Harry cuddles into you. It has been a constant, never ending cycle of touring; spending small sounds of time in different hotels before moving on to the next city in the 134-day tour. After your shower, you force yourself to move and dress but find the task too hard. With a chuckle Harry pulls a pair of his athletic shorts up your legs before tugging his hoodie over your torso before he helps you into the white converse that you insist on wearing at all times. He slides your phone into your pocket before he tucks you into his side to help you towards the elevator while dragging your suitcase behind him. Paul meets him down the hall and takes over suitcase duty which allows Harry to lift you into his arms. He sets you against his hip, hands curled under your thighs as you cling to him and doze off back to the land of slumber. His movements are comforting as he makes his way towards the van you know is awaiting your group. You faintly hear Louis complaining at the time,

"It's 3:30AM, we haven't gotten a proper night's sleep weeks." With Harry's help, you stumble into the airport and through security before boarding the plane. After this tour you doubt you'll ever be a morning person again.

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