You felt around his side of the bed, unable to find any trace of his body. Your eyes fluttered open slightly, seeing the empty half of the bed. "Harry?" you called out tiredly, running a hand over your face. He didn't answer in words, but shortly after you had called out slightly, he emerged from the bathroom with a towel sitting low on his hips. "You called?" he smiled kindly, leaving you with a smirk. You giggled softly nodding your head patting the bed. "Wasn't sure where you went," you smiled as he came over to side next to you. "Just showered." "I know now," you rolled your eyes playfully, kissing his cheek.
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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
