The gentle, distant sound of his voice lightly awakens you from a restful sleep. You open your eyes to see your window slightly cracked open allowing a small breeze to drift through your room, you smile slightly as you hear the light sound of rain grow steadier. You walk to the window, and watch the drops of rain roll off your favorite flower, it's the first bloom of spring.
Everything is steady and calm, no obligation to anything.
You allow yourself to focus on his voice. It's smooth and passionate. You can feel his emotion through each note, conveyed through a slow personal song. His voice floats lazily through the hallway as you slowly make your way to him. He has his back toward you as he continues to look out a large window while plucking guitar strings and singing. You stand beside him and rest your head on his shoulder, his soft curls tickling your face.
There was nothing you more that you could ask for.
He looks at you and pauses singing for a moment to place a delicate kiss on your forehead.
"I love you" he whispers against your head
"I love you too" you reply into his shirt.
His dimples become obvious as his mouth curls into a fond smile.
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One Shots inspired by Harry Styles
Short StoryA collection of short stories/imagines that are inspired by Harry Styles. Most of the stories are written in 2nd person Small excerpt from "Mellow Morning Melodies", "The gentle, distant sound of his voice lightly awakens you from a restful sleep. Y...
