Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

His Friends Are Rude To You When He's Not Around - Part 2

*HARRY'S POV*

I watched as she slept, hair fanned out across her pillow. I lay on my side, nose against hers, inhaling her warm breath as she curled up peacefully. Our lips occasionally brushed, the glow to her skin in the dim lamplight mesmerizing me.

She was the most beautiful person I'd ever laid my eyes on. I was lucky enough to call her mine, to hold her in my arms, to be in hers. The fact that people I called my friends had the audacity to treat her like she was less than amazing, like she wasn't good enough... it infuriated me.

I tucked her hair behind her ear, softly kissing her parted lips before raising my body so I was leaning on my elbows. I took in her figure, appreciating how gorgeous every part of her was. Every perfect imperfection.

I eased off the mattress, noting it was four a.m. I couldn't sleep, couldn't ignore the raging anger burning in my chest. I needed to let it out, and I know who on.

I was about to put on a shirt when a small whine immediately caught my attention. Y/N skimmed her hand across the sheets, searching for my body. I held my breath as she fisted the duvet, brow furrowing and lips softly pouting. I tried to ignore how weirdly endearing that was, slipping the shirt on as she stilled, trousers going on next, then socks. I didn't bother fixing my hair properly, just throwing it up in a messy bun. After slipping on my boots, I crept to the door.

"Wh... Harry?"

I froze in the doorway, eyes wide. "Y-Yes?"

"Where are you going?"

"I was going to get a glass of water." I blurted stupidly.

She eyed my choice of clothing suspiciously. "In jeans and a t-shirt?"

"Uh, yeah." I bit my lip.

Her eyes trailed lower, brows rising. "And boots?"

"Yes." I said more confidently.

"It's four in the morning."

"I... I know."

"Don't lie to me." She scowled. "Where were you going?"

"I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"Because you'll get pissed."

She frowned, deliberating. Then her eyes got huge. "You were gonna fight them!"

"Fine!" I burst, throwing my arms up. "I was!"

"I thought you said you wouldn't!"

"I changed my mind, okay? I want to kill them, literally. I want to snap their fucking necks; you have no idea how angry I am."

Y/N sighed, chewing on her bottom lip. She sat up slowly, opening her arms wide. "Come here."

I complied, pulling off my boots and hurrying into her arms. She wrapped them around my neck, hands untying my hair. My curls fell around my face and she gazed up at me, giving me the look of adoration that always took my breath away.

Her hands lowered, lifting my shirt over my head. I allowed her to discard the piece of clothing, too lost in the way her eyes glimmered in the soft light to do much else. Next, she unbuttoned my jeans, easing the tight material down my legs. I stepped out of them, kicking them away.

"Don't go after them, stay with me. You make me feel safe." She whispered as she pulled off my boxers.

I let out a breath, gently pushing her back, her arms around my neck causing me to fall with her as her head hit my pillow. "I love you. I want to protect you. I feel... I feel like I failed you, honestly."