You woke up as a loud crash sounded through the room, followed by the sound of your boyfriend cursing under his breath. You groaned as you rolled over "Harry what are you doing?" you asked, your voice thick with sleep and your eyes searching the dark room. "Sorry babe, go back to sleep, I'm just leaving for the studio." Harry said his voice low. You followed his voice and found him in the darkness, standing outside the wardrobe, rubbing his right shin. "Alright, but is anything broken?" you asked. "Nah, I just ran into the corner of the dresser," Harry responded voice sheepish. You laughed softly, "You're so clumsy." Harry laughed and walked over to the bed and leant over to brush you hair from your eyes and pressed a kiss to your temple, "but you love me." "I do" you responded, settling back into the blankets. "Sleep well babe," Harry whispered before slipping out of the room, thankfully quietly this time.
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Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences
FanfictionImagines and Preferences about the one and only Harold Styles as you may have worked out from the title oopsssssssssss Feel free to check out my other 5 books of one direction imagines and preferences ;p
