Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

Tired Harry Blurb

Imagine tired and wrung out Harry getting home to you finally after all these months touring, hugging you almost painfully at the airport and quiet during the car ride home. he holds your hand and doesn't let it go unless absolutely necessary, keeps gazing at you with his soft, sleepy eyes until you laugh and ask him if you have something on your face, and he smiles and shakes his head, telling you that he just can't believe he's really here, next to you and close enough to reach out and touch you.

at home, he stays awake long enough to get something to eat (something you cooked special for his homecoming, an adaptation of a recipe from his childhood that he's particularly fond of) and to talk to you at the kitchen table about random topics that pop up, happy to hear your voice straight from your mouth and not through the phone and watch the way your face scrunches up when you laugh or how you brush his hair back from his face for him. Even with his eyes drooping and his body sagging in his chair, he would only agree to go to bed when you say you'll go with him; you won't give him the ego boost of knowing you cleared your entire schedule just to nap with him all the rest of the day, but you did.

He already showered before his flight, so it's only a matter of him undressing sluggishly down to his underwear, you giggling and having to help him when his shirt gets stuck on his necklace, and then he's climbing into bed alongside you. Tucked under the warm, downy covers and wrapped firmly around you, Harry would mumble against your skin as he gives you lazy but no less loving kisses on your collarbone and shoulder as he falls asleep. You'd only catch certain words, 'love' and 'thank you' and your name, and you'd pet his hair and tell him it's okay to sleep now, that you know how much he loves you and how important you are to him. You know there were countless nights curling up in this bed all alone, fighting the shadows and the cold and the emptiness with all he had, and you know that he can't put into words how grateful he is to have you here to come home to. You'd kiss his forhead and that's how he would fall into slumber, wrapped up in you.

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