"Babyyy," he whines from the bed, jutting out his bottom lip and holding out his arms. "Come cuddle?" he asked like a small child. "Harry," you giggle, "Let me just take my makeup off okay?" You walk into the bathroom, wetting down a washcloth, starting to clean your face when a pair of arms snuck around your waist. "Cuddle now," he murmured into your shoulder, causing you to giggle again. "Clingy boy," you teased, causing him to smile softly. "You know you love it.
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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
