Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences Book Two

Proposals

You felt his toes trail up your calf, the cold tips sending shivers up your body and making goosebumps rise up from your skin. His arm was tucked over your hip, curling around you and pulling you closer to his body. His chest was bare and warm against your bare back, the waistband of his boxers being the only material feeling against your body. His nose was tucked into the nape of your neck, just below your hair, with his soft breathing fanning your skin.

You could tell he was awake. His breathing wasn't spaced and you could feel his lashes when he blinked. His fingers were tapping against your hip, rousing you from your sleep. His leg hitched over yours, pulling you closer, while his lips pressed soft kisses to the skin of your shoulder.

"G'morning, gorgeous" He slurred, as you groaned in response. A low, sleepy and throaty chuckle leaving his lips. "C'mon now. Don't be so grumpy, baby" Harry smiled, as he felt your head tilt up to look at him. Your hair tickling his chest. "There's my favourite person in the whole wide world" He teased, as you placed a hand on the thigh hitched over your legs. Your palm patting against his skin.

"Get your leg off of me, Harold. Your feet are cold, and I don't like it" You whispered, drawing patterns into the material of his boxers. "Besides, they tickle me. It's a weird feeling. Especially against my soft and smooth legs" You grinned, as you rolled onto your back. Feeling Harry do the same, as he laid cozily beside you, his leg rolling away from you.

"Put some socks on or something, H. Cold feet are not nice" You pouted, as you felt his foot trail up your leg. "Stop. Harry, stop" You groaned, pulling the duvet up and over your head.

"You love me. You love me, baby" He grinned, his lips dangerously close to your ear. His nose nuzzling into the inner shell. "Your feet aren't so warm either. And neither are your hands" Harry argued, as you rolled your eyes, turning your head to look at him.

"Excuse me... Shut up. I do not appreciate this type of nastiness in the morning" You grinned, as you watched his tongue roll over his lips. The soft flesh glistening under the light filtering into the room. "You're horrible to me. I don't know what I'm doing here with you" You teased, as his eyebrows furrowed together.

"Well... I guess you can find someone else to be all cuddly with. Maybe he won't mind your cold hands, and cold feet. Maybe he will have warmer feet in the morning. You know, like burning hot. So they burn you, and then what will you do?" Harry joked, as you slapped his chest lightly. "Besides, my feet wouldn't be so cold, if my darling girlfriend didn't steal all the covers in the middle of the night. If anything, I don't see why I share a bed with you" He teased, as he pressed kisses down your jaw. "You're a terrible sleep buddy, has anyone ever told you that, missy?" He winked, kissing the weak spot behind your ear.

You suppressed a slight gasp, rolling onto your side and wrapping an arm underneath his. Your other hand trailed underneath his head, your fingers gripping at the curls at the nape of his neck. "I love you. And, surprisingly, I love your cold feet too. So, you're lucky you're cute" You winked, rubbing noses with his. You grazed your lips over his pink ones, ever so lightly, watching as his eyes gazed into yours. With lust filling his orbs.

"Marry me?"

His lips brushed against yours as he proceeded to ask you that one simple question. Your eyes widened, and your face pulling back from his. Shock. That's what covered your face. Your hands locked into the tufts of hair behind his ears, as he looked at you. Waiting for your answer.

"Excuse me, mister?"

"Marry me? Become my wife. My Mrs Styles. My darling wife. What do'ya say? Be the one who ends up growing old with me, and listening to me groan at how my hair is turning grey. Be the one who gets to wake up beside me everyday, and groan at how my feet are cold, or how my leg hairs tickle your soft and smooth legs. I love you, so much. And I want to be your husband. I know we've only briefly spoken about this, but I want this so much. I want to see you walk down that aisle, in a dress, with your dad, and our families surrounding us" He whispered, his breath fanning your lower face. "I just want to be with you forever, baby. I want kids with you, and I want to watch them grow old and see how they become just like their mother. I want that. With you. I want babies, and a future, with a big house and a dog" He grinned, as you breathed out a soft giggle.