A/N: Hey guys! I had this thought in school and I was super eager to write it! Feedback please?? Enjoy! -omgitspatches
“Just leave me the fuck alone!” I screamed and tried to rip my wrist from my father’s harsh grip. The hot tears flowed down my face as he dug his fingers in harder….
“Zayn, you don’t have to do that, really.” You sighed, putting a bored undertone in your voice. Since Zayn couldn’t see and only hear you, this felt as if it’d be the right way to convince him to stop.
“But I want to, and I know that it’ll all work out. See, he really likes you.”
And you…
Lena’s Harry Imagine Request
“Realizing”
You and your best friend, Harry, were on your couch at three in the morning, watching some nineties movie. He was sat up with his feet on the sleeping bags you had set up on the ground, while your back was leaned up against the arm on one side of the couch, your legs rested over his lap, his hands laying over your knees. He lifted one of his arms and poked your side randomly, making you jump.
“I’m too tired to be tickled!” You murmured, squinting as you struggled to keep your eyes open.
“Oh, come on! You’re no fun.” He responded like a five year old, his voice raspy and deeper than usual.
“No.” You refused, covering your face with your hair. He got out from under your legs and stood up.
“Don’t you dare, Harry.” You warned, sinking down into the couch, and before you could uncover your face from your hair to look up at him, he sat on top of you and started tickling your stomach, making you laugh hysterically.
“Stop! Just let me go to sleep!” You shouted, but your excessive giggling did not make you sound very stern at all. He laughed at you, continuing to poke your sides. You pushed him off of you and he fell on the sleeping bags, but he pulled you down with him, and you landed right on top of him, your bodies pressed together. He continued to chuckle, and as much as you disliked tickle attacks, you couldn’t help but giggle. He rested his hands on your back, between your shorts and your shirt on your bare skin, his touch warm and electrifying.
“Stop making my laugh, I’m mad at you.” You spoke, going to slide off of him, but he held you tight and made sure you stayed put.
“Okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Do you forgive me?” You looked down at him, his face only a few inches from yours. His lips only a few inches from yours. You looked down at them as he slid his tongue over them quickly. You bit your lip and looked back up at his eyes, both of your smiles faded.
“Yes.” You responded, as he moved one of his hands from your waist to the back of your head, gently pulling you towards him until your lips barely collided with his. It was the slightest contact, until he deepened the kiss and you placed your hands on each side of his face, kissing him back. Your heart raced, your senses suddenly awake as you felt his passion. He pulled away slowly, letting out a breath as his eyes remained closed and he shook his head quickly.
“I, uh… I just realized something.” He stated as he opened his eyelids to look at you. You swallowed and bit your lip again, smiling shyly.
“What’s that?”
“I’m in love with you.” He told you, just as a strand of your hair fell into your face, and your jaw dropped. He tucked the strand behind your ear as you stared at him in shock, and his hand lingered over your hair. “Do you love me back?” He asked, a slight smirk across his face. Your smile grew instantly as you thought of all of the years you had felt this way for him.
“Yeah.” You whispered.
“I wanna hear you say it.” He whispered back, his smile only growing.
“I love you. I… I love you, Harry. I’ve always loved you.” You barely got to say, before he kissed you again.
“I’m sorry.” He breathed quietly on your mouth.
“Why?”
“It took me a really long time, didn’t it?”
“That’s alright, It was definitely worth it.”Hope you like it Lena! xx
1:30 AM
