Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences Book Two

Nightmares

In the silence of the bedroom, you heard mumble something. Harry had talked in his sleep before, usually about random things that never made sense, and once or twice he'd even sung their songs while he was sleeping. There was something distinctly different about this though; for one, his voice sounded as a whine. His fingers twitched against your skin, his legs kicked out and tangled in the sheets. He was thrashing around suddenly, fighting off the terrors in his dreams, jostling you awake in the process. 

"Harry!" You grabbed his arm as it swung towards you. 

"Harry!" You somehow managed to climb on top of him and pin his arms down with your hands and his legs with your feet.

 "Harry, look at me!" His eyes opened and the pupils were blown wide with the adrenaline. 

"Are you okay?" You asked him as his chest heaved with each breath and his whole body relaxed underneath you as if every muscle had been tensed. Harry gulped in a few deep breaths of air and it took a few moments until he could push out the words in a hoarse voice.

 "It was only a dream. You're okay. I'm okay. It wasn't real." You dropped your forehead down onto his, pressing a kiss to his lips.