Harry Styles Imagines

26 - Cold mornings

Cold mornings

                                                     Still half asleep I leave the warm and comfy bed just to be greeted by a cold wind gust. Goose bumps are covering my skin and I just want to rush into my bed again but work is calling. I pull at the shirt of Harry to cover more skin with it but it is impossible.

 Sighing, I look at Harry who is still peacefully sleeping. His curls are covering half his face and the blanket is pulled up to his chin. After I placed a light kiss on his forehead I leave the bedroom to make myself a cup of coffee. With the cup in my hands I walk back into the bedroom to get my clothes but when I try to quietly enter the room I see Harry opening one eye. He grunts and buries his face in the pillow.

  "Why are you already up?" I hear him mumbling although it is almost impossible to understand him due to his deep morning voice and the pillow covering his mouth.

  "Work," I simply reply and chuckle, "By the way, you have to get up as well."

  "I don't wanna," Harry whines and looks at me, "It is so cold."

  "Then put some clothes on," I tell him, rolling my eyes whilst taking a sip from the hot coffee and burn my tongue, "Do you want a sip?"

  "No, coffee makes me wake up."

  "That's the plan, idiot." I say, rolling my eyes.

 "I know other ways how you help me to wake up." Harry offers smiling but I shake my head. Harry sighs before he continues: "You could come back to bed and snuggle with me."

 I put the cup on top of the dresser to walk over to the bed. Harry looks satisfied and happy when I walk over but I had something different in my mind.

 Laughing, I pull the blanket away from his body and Harry groans loudly and his arms wrap around my waist to pull me back into the bed. I fall backwards over his body, screaming and giggling. Harry leans over the edge of the bed to get the blanket back and then covers our bodies with it. Both his arms are wrapped around my body, his head nuzzled in the crook of my neck.

  "Much better, isn't it?" Harry mumbles against my skin and I nod. Only a few seconds later it is getting comfortable and warm again. My cold fingertips draw little things on his bare side, feeling his muscles. His fluffy curls tickle my nose so I put my finger on his chin to tilt his head. Harry smiles adorably and presses our foreheads together, his eyes closed. My fingertips trace his nose and then his full lips.

  "I won't let you go now." Harry mumbles against my skin, placing little kisses on my lips.