Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

My girl

"Princess..." you heard a raspy voice whisper into your ear.

You groaned which caused him to let out a cute laugh.

"Come on baby....wakey wakey.....eggs and bakey" Harry sung into your ear.

You started giggling.

"You're adorable" Harry commented, brushing his nose against your neck.

"Adorable enough for you to let me sleep?" You asked with hope in your voice.

"Mmmm" he hummed as he continued his light skimming with the tip of his nose against your jawline, a low moan escaped your lips as he bit down onto the smooth skin.

"Harry" you moaned.

"Y/N" he moaned back.

He brought his hands down to your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"As much as I'd love to make hot, heavy, deep, passionate love to you.....you need to get up" Harry spoke against your neck.

"Why?" You pouted, grabbing the back of Harry's head and bringing his lips more to your neck, applying pressure.

"Because baby. I've made my beautiful girlfriend some breakfast" he smiled, placing a few more kisses to your neck before getting up and reaching a hand out for you.

You sighed but grabbed his hand anyway.

He grinned satisfied with his work and placed his hands onto your hips, pulling you closer to him.

"Afterwards we can go to the beach and have a nice romantic lunch?" Harry suggested.

You could tell by his voice that he had planned it out earlier and was hoping you would agree.

"That's sounds great Harry. Thank you baby" you smiled, pressing your lips to his.

"Anything for you......my girl" he smiled, wrapping his arms around you.