Strong love (Harry Styles x Reader)
A/N: I hope this is not too cheezy! You know some of you do not like too much romantic stuff! haha. Anyway, I had this imagine in my head for a week and I was almost going to explode. I had this scenario in front of my eyes. *sigh* Hopefully, you enjoy this and please, PLEASE give me some feedback!!! I really want to know what you think of it! Thx <3
Word count: 1,205
The best feeling to ever wake up is when you notice that you’re wrapped up in the arms of the person that you love more than words can express. Soft breaths on my neck caused me to wake up early in the morning. I slowly opened my eyes. Our bedroom was already illuminated by the sunlight. I instantly could tell that the weather had to be very warm and beautiful. I smiled. I loved beautiful weather. It made me happy.
I became happier when I turned around and was greeted by the handsome face of my boyfriend. The smile on my lips widened. I think I’ll never be able to describe my deep feelings for him. Because I love him more than words can explain.
He was still asleep, soft snores escaped his slightly opened lips. I laughed lightly. He looked like an angel when he slept. So beautiful, so innocent and so pure. My heart always punched harder against my chest when I caught him in a state like this. I observed his flawless features. My fingers traced over his perfect jaw line. He is so damn beautiful. How did I even manage to win his heart? I really had no idea.
My eyes went down to his exposed chest. Last night’s actions were still lingering in the air. I still felt his taste on my lips as he captured his lips with mine into a hungry a kiss. I still felt his weight on me even though he lied next to me. I still felt his hands on me, exploring every inch of my body. I remembered the love, lust and passion in his eyes as he made love to me.
He made me feel perfect. He made me feel loved. He made me feel saved. And I couldn’t thank him enough for that.
Normally, even though I would let him continue sleeping, I had the urge to wake him up now. So, I supported myself on my elbows and leant forward to him. I peppered his face with lightly and gentle kisses. First his forehead. Then his nose. Then his cheeks. Then his chin and finally his soft and pouty lips. I loved the feeling of his lips against mine. The emotions that run through every cell in my body were indescribable every time he kissed me.
I knew he was awake as I felt his lips moving against mine. I slightly pulled back, looking at his mesmerizing green eyes. He smiled at me, tugging a lose strand of my hair behind my ear. His gesture was so affectionate, so loving, so caring. He put his warm hand on my cheek and I leaned against it.
“What a wonderful way to wake up.” He said. His husky and sleepy voice caused chills on my spine.
“Good morning, my love.” I whispered to him.
“Good morning.” He replied.
“How are you feeling?” I asked, letting my hands wander through his hair.
“Perfect…” He sighed, closing his eyes, enjoying my hands being buried in his soft curls. “Everything is perfect at the moment.”
It was. Harry’s solo career went quite well at the moment. 84 countries. He conquered 84 countries’ heart with his song. That was remarkable. He had a fantastic performance on the Graham Norton Show. I could see how proud he was on himself after he hit his last note. And that cute smile afterwards, it was everything. Unfortunately, I couldn’t be at the show one day prior to support and encourage him. But I watched it on TV. And hell, my tears streamed down my face like a waterfall.
I was so damn proud of my baby. Whatever he was planning in the future, I would always be there to support him. I would be there for him until I would take my last breath. I love him so much.
Suddenly, Harry pulled me against him, his arms engulfed me into a tight embrace. I nuzzled my face in the crook of his neck. My favorite place. Home. That’s what I’ve felt when I was with him. Home. He was my home.
“What are thinking about, darlin’?” Harry asked. His scent hit my nostrils and I breathed it in like my life was dependent on him. He smelt so heavenly.
“About you.” I admitted. At the same time I was lucky that he couldn’t see how red my cheeks were turning. “And how proud I am of you. How much I love you… “
“Is that so?” He questioned in with a playful voice. I looked up at him.
“Yes, Harry! God, it is insane how much I love you. Look at that, I can’t even keep my hands off of you. You’re addicting to me Harry!” He giggled. I was never embarrassed when I confessed my eternal and deep love to him. He knew how much he meant to me. I showed him every day by little gestures. And he did the same. He bought me a bouquet of roses, sometimes he would even buy lots of sweets and ice cream because he knew I was crazy about them.
I never knew what true love meant until I met Harry. He showed me the wonderful side of unconditional love. I couldn’t thank god enough for sending such an angel like Harry into my live. He saved me. When I was about to give up hope or even give up my life, Harry was sent to rescue me. I had a reason to live again. Thank you so much, dear god…
“I love you to the moon and back, (Y/N). You’re my life. You’re my everything, my girl.”
I responded by singing a line from One Direction’s song “Loved you first”.
“I never understood what love was really like…” I truly didn’t. Until I met him.
“But I felt it for the first time, looking in your eyes…” He completed, then capturing his lips with mine again. Every time I felt his amazing lips on mine, it took my breath away. Every kiss he gave me felt like having my first kiss all over again.
“What are our plans for today?” Harry inquired, after pulling away.
I shrugged with my shoulders. “I have no idea. What do you want to do?”
“What about having breakfast outside and then walking through the city?”
“And being photographed by annoying paparazzi all the time?”
“You know we can’t hide forever. I just want to do normal things. I missed being “normal”.”
I kissed him. “Whatever you want, Harry. But before we stand up, can you do me a favor?”
He looked at me questioningly. “Can you sing your song for me again?” I loved “Sign of the Times”. I have to admit that my music taste was different than Harry’s but it was amazing.
“Of course love…” He said, caressing my cheek. Then Harry’s angelic voice filled the room, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the chills that run down my spine.
“Just stop your crying, it’s the Sign of the Times
We gotta get away from here, we gotta get away from here
Just stop your crying it’ll be alright
It’s only that the end is near
We gotta get away from here…”