"Clumsy", a familiar husky voice chuckled from outside the door
"clumsy, slippery silly Harry".You heard him laugh to himself
"Do you need a hand out there babe", you quietly snickered as you heard the clatter of numerous objects.
"Shhhh. I can't wake (y/n) up".he whispered back in a loud voice, clearly not aware of the volume of his voice
"I think she is already awake Haz".You chuckled
"No", Harry firmly spoke. "My girl needs to sleep".
A toothy smile grew over on your pale pink lips. Swinging open the door Harry's giant stature stood in front of you.
"You're awake", he beamed, his arms pulling you into his body for a tight hug.
"Where's your shirt babe?" Completely unaware, Harry's necked craned down to see his inked torso was exposed, only a dark blazer hanging off of his trimmed shoulders.
"Must've fallen off I guess" he smiled "Guess I should go and sort myself out really" he examined himself in the mirror before attempting to climb the stairs
"No Haz, you're not in your finest form are you".
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Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences
FanfictionImagines and Preferences about the one and only Harold Styles as you may have worked out from the title oopsssssssssss Feel free to check out my other 5 books of one direction imagines and preferences ;p
