Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

Your Stressed In The Middle Of The Night

"Y/N will you calm down babe," Harry said in a hushed tone. Your bedroom was almost as dark as the sky outside but you just couldn't sleep. "Come back to bed." 

The rational side of your brain yelled at you to go to sleep and told you to stop worrying about the trip you were going on tomorrow to Harry's hometown but the irrational and more overpowering side of your brain told you to keep doing what you were doing which was to stress. 

"I can't Harry," you whispered back at him. "The trip is tomorrow but there is still so much to do." A heavy sigh left your lips as you walked back and forth from the bathroom out into the hall and then back into your bedroom while searching for something, "I feel like I missed something when I packed last night but I just can't find i-"

"Y/N," Harry interjected. You peered over at him briefly before your mind reeled once more. "Everything is going to be fine. You're worrying way too much and if you keep worrying you won't get enough sleep." 

"I don't need sleep I need to finish packing," you retorted. Harry exhaled deeply and climbed out of bed, tossing the covers to the side. "No, you need to come back to bed." He gently pulled your wrist out of the suitcase that you were packing and unpacking and then he walked with you over to the bed. 

Although you felt as though there was so much work to be done before your trip sleep did seem like a bright idea. 

"But Harry-"

"Don't 'but Harry' me." He said calmly. He led you over to your side of the bed and you climbed under the covers. Your back was pressed against the headboard of your bed and Harry could tell that you were going to get out of bed again as soon as he fell asleep. Harry's arms soon wrapped tightly around your waist and he pulled you against his chest. His lips brushed against your ear and he whispered into your ear, "Relax babe." His eyes fluttered shut and soon enough so did yours.