Harry Styles Imagines

39. You Can't Sleep

Dark engulfs you as you lie on the soft mattress. Soft snores leave Harry's mouth as he continues to sleep on his stomach. He looks incredibly peaceful. As you keep staring at him, a smile makes its way onto your face. Still, you wish you could just fall asleep. Sometimes, you were jealous of your boyfriend. He could literally fall asleep everywhere. It didn't matter if he was in a car, on a plane or on the floor. The boy could fall asleep everywhere in a matter of a minutes.

As time passes, the frustration grows. You don't want to bother Harry with your little sleeping problem, but you can't just keep lying there with your eyes wide open while all kind of thoughts float through your head. Harry deserves and needs as much sleep as he can get, especially since he has been working his ass off with writing his new solo stuff. But the thought of not getting any sleep during the night washes away your concern.

With a soft smile playing at the corner of your mouth, you move your legs to tangle with your boyfriend's. Harry stirs slightly in his sleep, but then just carries on with his snoring. You lift your legs a little, then turn a bit on your side so your feet touch his hairy legs. You've always loved to tease Harry with your cold feet, because he would always complain about it. And a complaining Harry means a pouting Harry, which is beyond adorable.

Silently, you whisper his name while tenderly caressing his calf with your toe. The cold of your feet mixing up with his warm leg causes his little hairs to stand up and you giggle lightly.

When he still doesn't wake up, you bring your hands up to his chest, tracing the black ink on his warm skin. As Harry finally starts to gain consciousness again, a smirk forms on your face, lighting op your entire being.

Harry turns around in confusion and faces you with slightly furrowed eyebrows and little eyes from just waking up.

"Y/N?"

You just stay quiet, giving him some time to fully awake. A shiver runs down Harry's entire body as you carry on with your gentle touches. The smirk only grows when you are reminded of what effect you have on him. And you love it.

The brown-haired boy next to you turns completely to lie on his back and groans while running his hands over his face. You giggle at the sound. Without even noticing it, Harry's smiling at you too, because he just loves waking up next to you, no matter what time it is.

"You had to use your cold feet against me again, didn't you?" In one swift motion, you're on top of Harry with his strong arms safely secured on your back. His green eyes stare into yours, filling up your entire body with love and warmth, like the hugs of your father always made you feel like when you were a kid.

"Hi there, beautiful," Harry whispers while brushing your hair out of your face.

"Hi."

"What's wrong?"

"Couldn't sleep," you admit quietly.

Harry caresses your scalp with tenderness, making you feel at ease and you snuggle closer to him. His warm chest and arms wrapped around you are like your safe haven, but as you think it through, the man Harry Styles - with or without chest and arms - is your safe haven.

"Can we, like..." Again, you're careful with your words, not wanting to disturb or bother Harry with your needs.

Your boyfriend continues to stroke your hair and asks what you wanted to say.

"Would you mind driving around a bit?" You ask nervously, fidgeting with your hands and you look at them, like they're the most interesting thing in the room. They aren't, obviously, but you can't help it to feel a bit shy about your request.

"As long as you don't wake me up every night and ask me to drive at midnight, I'd do anything for you, darlin'."

15 minutes later, Harry and you are in the car, driving through town and talking about nothing important. This is how you like it. No paparazzi or fans around, no work to interrupt and no best friends to make gag sounds when you share a sweet kiss. Just Harry and you, his hand on your upper thigh when he doesn't have to use the gear shift and little make-out sessions when you're in front of a red light.

Jazz music plays softly through the radio and you tangle your hands with his. Harry turns around to face you with a boyish smile on his face. His eyes scream for a kiss and you gladly oblige.

"Now eyes on the road, bad boy," you say and let out a small giggle at his reaction. Your chest tightens when you see Harry is looking at you with so much adoration in his green eyes and honestly, you just want to jump out of your seat, onto his lap and kiss him as hard as you can. But unfortunately for you, Harry was still driving and you don't want to get in an accident. Even if the last thing you would do was kiss him.

When the car makes a turn to the left, you're shaken out of your thoughts and you look around you.

"I'm not driving you around at night without having ice cream as my prize for being the best boyfriend you could wish for," Harry teases and sends a wink your way.

The happy sound that leaves your lips at his little joke, makes Harry's heart boost as it almost jump out of his chest. God, you make him so happy.

"Let's go!" You shout as soon as you get out of the car. Your boyfriend just smiles at your childish behavior and walks over to you so he can entwine your fingers. Just the simple touch of your palms touching sends a warm wave of happy feelings through his entire body.

Out of nowhere, Harry stops walking, causing you to take a halt too. With confusion written all over your face you ask him what's wrong.

"Nothing," Harry answers, "everything is perfect."

"Okay then. Let's go, Mr. Perfect. I want my ice cream."

You stand on your tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his lips before you turn around and start to drag him toward the ice cream shop.

He loves you so much, Harry realises as you order your ice cream and keep looking at him if he would judge you for taking three balls of different flavors and whipped cream on top of it all.