You shot up out of bed, another nightmare leaving traces in your mind. Ever since Harry had brought you home a week ago, you couldn't go one night without having a nightmare. Tears streamed down your face as you ran a hand through your messy hair. The bed stirred beside you. You automatically felt bad for waking Harry up again. "Another one?" he asked, already knowing what it was. "Sorry Harry," you whispered. "Babe, don't worry... C'mere." He held open his arms and you settled into them. "Shut your eyes kitten. I'm here, and I'm going to protect you. I love you (Y/N). Okay? Nobody is ever going to hurt you again." You felt your eyes closing. "I love you to Harry." You took a gentle handful of his shirt and breathed in his scent. Your eyes closed completely, and now that you physically knew Harry was with you, you were able to sleep peacefully.
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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
