Harry Styles Imagines

His Side

Credit- anythingandeverything1d
Your pov:
You yawned, rolling over and letting out a frustrated sigh. It was almost 1:30 am and Harry was still not back yet. He had gone out with the band after his concert, and while you had been invited to go as well, you had opted out saying you were tired and had a headache, all of which were true. So you had kissed him softly saying, "have fun." and  "I love you." while watching him leave. Now, however, you were frustrated he was still missing from the bed. There was just something about the way he cuddled into you that made sleeping so much easier on the road. You didn't sleep well to begin with while touring. In fact it was your least favorite part about tour. You were never in your own bed, never had your own pillows or blankets, and it was never really quiet with all the people up and moving around.
You picked up your phone, 1:35 am. Another sigh and exasperated flop over onto your stomach, clutching the pillow tighter and squeezing your eyes shut, determined to fall asleep. It wasn't working. You needed the warmth of Harry's body. The light wave of cologne that was left on his skin, and the scent of his body curled into yours. You rolled onto your side and looked at the empty space where his body would typically be. It was now cold, lonely, and anxiously awaiting his return. You bit your lip and scooted over, bringing his pillow to your head and his side of the blanket to your chin. You took a breath, the smell of him lightly remained on the sheets from his nap earlier in the day, and that comforted you more than anything else. You closed your eyes again, took a deep breath, and drifted off into a relaxed sleep.
Harry's pov:
"I can't believe you Styles! We were having s'much fun!" Mitch hollered, slurring his words and not walking straight.
"He's got ta get back home to the girlfriend Mitch!" Adam laughed, clapping Harry on the back. "You know how it is."
Harry shook his head with a laugh, "No we had to leave because you threw up all over the bar and the bouncer said enough."
"Sure sure blame it on me." Mitch laughed, racing towards the tour bus behind Harry and Adam.
Harry opened the tour bus door, giving the guys behind him a finger to the lips ensuring they were quiet. He looked at the clock. 2:41 am. (y/n) was most definitely asleep at this point, and he knew that waking her would be a mistake no one would want to encounter. She took sleep more serious than anyone he had ever met, and waking the sleeping monster would definitely mean a grumpy morning. He rushed to the bathroom, looking in the mirror. His eyes were tired, he had been ready to leave the bar hours ago, but had stayed with the guys, drinking another round and then another and then another. Luckily, Harry held his alcohol well, he really didn't feel as bad as the other guys, especially since he had downed equally as much water. He splashed his face, cleaning up a bit and then brushed his teeth, cleaning away the smell of vodka and beer. He stripped off his shirt and threw on a clean pair of briefs.
He was ready for bed, but more importantly he was ready for (y/n). There was just something about the way she would snuggle into his chest, her hair lightly falling against his body. The way her breathing would slow and even out as he rubbed circles into her back. The sweet smell of perfume left from the day before traveling up to his nose. Her warm body on his and the way her mouth fell open slightly, allowing silent snores to escape. It was one of his favorite things, being able to observe his angel in the most peaceful and relaxed state. He walked out of the bathroom, peaking at the clock again. 2:50 am. He wandered over to his bed, pulling the cover back slightly and revealing her small shape in the blanket....on his side of the bed.
There was no rhyme or reason to it, other than it was the side he had chosen the first night of tour. He always slept on the left side of the bed, closest to the wall, farthest from the light of the bus and people who could disturb him. (y/n) always chose the right side, cuddling into him and his side either way. It was a good balance. No one wanted to wake Harry up for rehearsal if (y/n) was the one closest to their grasp. Now, however, she was curled up, clutching his pillow and his side of the sheets. It was kind of cute, the idea of her wanting to be with him when he wasn't there, the idea that a piece of him was with her when she fell asleep. It was also a little frustrating. Harry wanted his side of the bed, switching sides was just something you didn't do. He looked back at the clock, 2:52 am. There was no way he was going to wake her up this late. He let out a sigh before climbing into bed and closing the curtain behind him. Her side of the bed was cold, but it smelled like her and that was something he instantly loved. He snuggled his way to her, her back against his chest, his chin tucked into the nook of her shoulder and neck and drifted to sleep.
Your pov:
You don't know what time you heard them come in. You didn't open your eyes to look. You just waited. Waited for Harry to wake you up in the process of trying to move you back to your side of the bed. You had never slept on his side before, and he had never slept on yours. He liked being tucked away from people, your body acting as a shield from those looking for him. Instead, you heard him sigh, climb into bed and sit there for a minute, his breathing the only thing you could hear. His body then pushed into yours, your back against his chest, his chin in your shoulder, and his arms tangled around your body the way you loved. There was no conversation, you weren't even really awake. His heart was pounding, the slight thump beating through your back. He let out another sigh, before his breathing slowed as well. The two of you asleep like any other night, this time however on opposite sides of the bed.
You rolled over, now chest to chest with Harry. His chin was resting above your head, the light snore of his falling down across your face. You blinked a few times, momentarily confused why there was no light drifting in from the hallway of the tour bus. Then you remembered. You were tucked into the bed, on Harry's side. His body was blocking yours from the light and the sounds. You took in the moment, his light breathing, the curls falling down into his face. You traced the heart tattoo on his arm and smiled. Someone pulled back the curtain, light flooding the small cubby of the bed. A hand gently shook Harry's back. "Harry....Harry....we need you to get up man." Adam's voice whispered. Harry's eyes fluttered open, landing on yours, a smile coming to his face. "Harry...it's time to get up..." Adam mumbled again.
"Yeah, I'll be there soon." Harry's voice was deep, raspy, and heavily downed in sleep this morning.
"Sorry man."
"It's all good." He mumbled. "Be out soon." The curtain closed and Harry sighed, his finger gently running across your cheek. "Morning love." he whispered, his lips lightly grazing your nose.
You smiled, pulling yourself closer against his body. "Morning H." His arms wrapped around yours and his fingers traced shapes into your back, the way you loved. He then released you carefully and rolled over onto his back with a groan. "Noo...." you grabbed back onto him, your cheek resting on his chest, your hand on his hip. "Don't leave."
"I have to..." Harry mumbled with a smile and a kiss to the top of your head. "The band calls."
"Stay...just a little longer...please..." you looked up, biting your lip. Harry smiled again and his arms tightened around your body. "They can't reach you in here."
Harry laughed. "Well today they can...see somehow I ended up on YOUR side of the bed." he teased. "You somehow ended up on MINE."
You smiled and laughed a little. "That's your fault."
"How is that my fault?" Harry laughed, his fingers combing through the small tangles in your hair.
"You weren't here to fall asleep with me." You pressed a kiss to his neck. "I was all alone and needed something to help." Harry didn't say anything, just kept his fingers moving through your hair. "Your side of the bed smelled like you....it made me feel like you were here with me..." You looked up, your eyes landing on his green ones, neither one of you saying anything. You were suddenly nervous. Nervous he was upset you had blamed him. Nervous he was upset you had slept on his side of the bed. Nervous he was upset it was your fault that he was woken up this morning. "Are you mad H?" you whispered, biting your lip softly.
Harry look confused and shook his head. "I'm sorry I wasn't here last night (y/n)." He pressed a kiss to your lips and smiled. "I'm sorry I couldn't have been the one to help you get to sleep. I know how much you hate sleeping on the bus.."
"So you're not mad I slept on your side?"
Harry scattered gentle kisses all over your face. "Not in the slightest." He looked down with a grin. "I'm glad my side of the bed was able to comfort you when I couldn't."
"It smelled like you...." you smiled. "Your pillows, your sheets. All of it."
"And your side smelled like you..." He kissed you again, this time carefully on the lips.
"Maybe we should switch sides more often." you teased.
"Harry...you up?" Mitch's voice called out, lifting the curtain again.
Harry sighed, sitting up, and then looked down at you with a smile. "Maybe not." He kissed your head once more before acknowledging Mitch and rolling out of bed. "Be there in a minute."
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