Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences Book Two

Waking Up Next To Him Would Be Like...

You're never quite sure if you're still dreaming when your lids open to reveal a soft glow of light, unsure if it's the sun or the moon but not caring either way. You roll over silently, gently, immediately focusing on the sleeping man outstretched and laid bare beside you on the bed.You never take it for granted, waking up next to Harry. His chest rises and falls rhythmically, his lips parting in soft, peaceful snores. Every time you look at him you see your past, present, and future, unable to imagine your life without him in it. Harry's arms are your sanctuary, his comforting words your personal lighthouse amidst the unrelenting storm.Your gaze roams across the body you know better than your own, pausing on the new tattoos etched across his abdomen. The tattooist did a better job than you could have imagined, the foliage nearly an exact carbon copy of the drawing you created mere days ago.Reaching out a tentative hand, you lean your head against his chest and ghost your fingers along the dark raised ink, smiling at the steady thump of his heart beating beneath you. You don't understand how some people hate Harry's tattoos, blind to the story his skin tells when his words fail him. You press your lips to his warm skin and Harry squirms in his sleep, angling his body towards yours as he buries his face in your hair and drags his hand absently to your swollen belly. "I love you," you whisper as your unborn daughter kicks against his hand, and Harry sighs in content as he pulls you closer into his chest."Forever 'n ever," he mumbles, and you drift back to sleep in the arms of the man who keeps his unconscious promise - forever and ever.