"Baby c'mere..." he murmured, picking you up from your spot on the bed, and placing you on his lap, holding you like a small child. You curled up, your arms resting on your stomach as small sniffles came from your nose. The last few days, everything had just been ripped out from under you and you had been feeling absolutely hopeless. But when Harry had you in his arms, something felt different, something felt right. It was as if as you sat in his arms, being held close to his chest, it felt as if that was where you belonged.
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Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences
Fan fikciaImagines 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
