Harry Styles Imagines

75 - Thunderstorms

PERSONAL IMAGINE

Thunderstorms

                                The loud sound of thunder rams through the dark flat and I shoot up, all of a sudden wide awake. My head turns to the side and I look out of the window. The curtains in front of it are going wild, rain dabbles against the window glass and a bright flash lights up our bedroom. A choked whimper escapes my lips and I quickly lie back in my bed, burying my head in the crook of Harry's neck.

 My sudden move seemed to wake him and I feel his hand rubbing up and down my, in his shirt covered, back, "Shh, baby, nothing's going to happen. You're safe." Harry mumbles sleepy and tightens his embrace.

 "I always feel like baby," I whisper against his skin, "I'm an adult and I'm scared of thunderstorm. How pathetic is that?"

 "Everyone is scared of something." He whispers and kisses my hair. I lift my head and see that his eyes are closed. Harry has no problem falling asleep during thunderstorm whereat I'm wide awake right now and probably for several hours.

 "What are you scared of?" I say and support my weight on my elbows to look down at him. Harry looks so peaceful and just handsome without any effort. He is just him.

 "Aside from losing you?" Harry answers and pulls a corner of his mouth up but his eyes are still closed. I roll my eyes with a soft chuckle.

 "Yeah." I whisper and wince when the sound of thunder interrupts our conversation. Harry holds me closer, presses me against his body until I have calmed down again. My fingers trace over his mouth, over his cheekbones, up to his eyebrows and back over his nose. He is literally the most beautiful man I have ever seen.

 "Don't know," Harry mumbles tired, "Death?"

 "Nothing common?"

 "Death is quite common."

 "You know what I mean."

 "Yeah," Harry yawns and I rest my chin on his bare chest as another thunder rattles through the stillness but I don't really realize it because I'm so into staring at my handsome boyfriend. His hand atill rubs my back, eventually going under the shirt to rub circles onto my bare skin, "Scorpions? I don't know, Sdyney."

 "Are you tired?"

 "Yes very," Harry mumbles and I place a kiss on his jawline, "Aren't you?"

 "Not really," I murmur and my fingers play with his curls, "I'm keeping you from your sleep, don't I?"

 "Yeah, kind of but it's okay, baby." Harry tells me and places my hand back on his curls after I have removed it. I smile while I swirl his tight ringlets around my index finger.

 "Do you think my fear of thunderstorms is stupid?"

 "No, it makes you you. I like that."

 "You like me having this fear?"

 "Yes because I can hold you then."

 "You're quite cheesy tonight." I giggle and see Harry smiling. I lay my head back and take Harry's arms to wrap them around me, "Thank you, Harry." I mumble to him who already snores softly. When I adjust myself in under the covers I realize that our little midnight conversation has distracted me from the thunderstorm, which is over by now.