HARRY STYLES IMAGINES

ALL I'LL NEED

I couldn't sleep. Like I couldn't couldn't sleep. I knew I was somewhat restless and it took me time to shut my mind off and go to sleep. But tonight I couldn't and I was pretty sure Harry noticed from the amount of times I kept moving in bed.

"What are yeh thinking?" I heard Harry mumble out in a sleepy voice.

"Nothing" I said, flipping over my pillow. "I just can't find a position"

"Yeh always do this" Harry said, turning around in bed.

His face and mine were to each other. Even in the dark I can tell Harry's eyes were slightly open.

"No, I don't" I whispered to him.

"Yeh do" Harry whispered back in his more raspier voice. "Yeh move when yeh think"

"Or I'm just restless" I suggested to him.

I heard the sound of the lamp string being fiddled with. I realized Harry was trying to open the light.

"No, Harry don't" I begged.

Harry turned his head towards the lamp, pulling on the string. I pulled the blanket on top of my head trying to escape the shining light.

I heard Harry chuckle at me from under the covers. How is he not blinded by the damn light? It's midnight.

"Love, what are yeh doing?" Harry asked me.

"Hiding in the dark" I said. "Trying to hide away from the devil who turned on the light"

"I'm the devil?" Harry asked.

I could hear him being offended and sarcastic in his voice

"You're acting like it" I answered.

The blanket was being shuffled around. A glimpse of light entered and disappeared as Harry pulled the blanket over him. We both were under the blanket now.

"Sorry, jus't wanted to see yeh" Harry apologized. "What's the matt'er?"

"I don't know. I just have this weird feeling" I said.

"Like what?" Harry asked me. "Did yeh feel it be'fore?"

I could feel Harry's green eyes on me.

"I think I have" I said. "I remember I sorta felt like this when I was starting college. I felt . ."

"Scary?" Harry asked me. "Nervous?"

"Its a mix of those. Almost uncertainty" I spoke.

Harry uncovered himself, allowing light in. He closed the lamp light.

I came out from under the blanket, moving and laying closer to Harry.

"So 'bout what?" Harry asked. "What's making yeh feel like this?"

I turned and stared at the ceiling.

"I think I'm scared of where our relationship is going to" I stated.

Harry moved closer to me. I could sense he was as confused as I.

I loved Harry. I truly did. But knowing Harry never had a steady and long relationship before made me uncertain of where this was going. The thought that I might end up being one of his troubled past relationships made me feel queasy.

"Why yeh say that for?" Harry asked.

I turned my head to him.

"I think I'm scared of something horrible happening between us" I said. "I can't help thinking I'll end up as one of exes"

"Don't think like that, love" Harry said, trying to comfort me. "Yeh know that won't happen"

"It's a possibility" I said, all of sudden feeling my eyes start to water up. "All of your exes thought that wouldn't happen either"

Harry looked down. He took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers.

"Yeh not like them" Harry said. "Yeh bett'er"

"What do you mean?" I asked him, looking into his eyes.

"Yeh different" Harry stated.

I chuckled at how vague Harry was being. Different could mean anything.

"Different?" I laughed.

"Like yeh understand me'h better" Harry started to explain. "Yeh know me'h better than anyone"

"Really?" I asked him.

"Yeah" he answered. "Yeh my best. Always be"

I faintly smiled. I cuddled up to him.

"Thank you" I said to him. "I love you"

"I love yeh too, pet" Harry said. "So, stop moving around to much. Need yeh to cuddle me'h" He added with a hint of sarcasm.

"I'll try my best" I promised.

At least, I was certain about one thing. I love him and he loves me. That's all I ever need.