"Come back to bed, baby." He mumbled, wrapping his arms back around your waist and tugging you back into the warm spot you'd just vacated. You wiggled against him, happy for the warmth, but you desperately needed the toilet.
"I'll be right back I swear." You ran from the warm sheets and across the cold room to the even colder bathroom. When you ran back into the bed, burrowing deep into the blankets and tucking yourself against him, he groaned.
"You're cold."
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Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences Book Two
FanfictionContinued from Book One me lovessss :p
