Harry Styles imagines + preferences

Golden slumber ✨🌝

Part 7

She's restless again, her breaths staggered, heart pounding out of her chest.

'Love..' he whispers softly, trying not to scare her.

She turns her head around, trying to make out his face in the darkness. His hand immediately brushes over her belly, nose nudging against her cheek.

'Oi! S'not nice. Leave mama alone' he tsks, bringing his lips to her belly.

He kisses it lightly and that somewhat calms the baby down. She's a sweating mess now, wincing when she feels waves of pain. But his soothing voice and gentle rubs are calming the baby down.

'Think it's working. Keep talking' she encourages him.

He does, spending 15 minutes to calm the baby.. and in no time she's drifting back to sleep, his hand still rubbing her belly with gentle strokes.

When she awakes the next morning, she's scurrying along the wooden floor boards, throwing up in the toilet. She hears his padded feet and feels his soft hand brush her hair out of her face while rubbing her back.

'S'alright, love. Let it all out' he encourages her.

Once she's done, he leans her back against his chest, letting her rest her eyes for moment.

'C'mon, love. Lets get you back to bed' he whispers, softly playing with her hair.

He's holding her steady, laying her back down under the covers and for an hour or two she finally falls back to sleep. She's laying with has hand over her belly, rubbing it gently as he whispers sweet nothings to her ears. 'S'not fair, love' 'wish I could have morning sickness just to take the pain away' and softly singing 'sleep pretty darling do not cry, and I will sing you a lullaby'. She smiles, her eyes drifting into a golden slumber, happy to have him in her life.

'Night my love, sleep wonderful things'