harry imagines

Rain Dancing

Harry imagine

You were at Harry’s place. Just another lazy afternoon with your lovely boyfriend. You were resting your head on his shoulder, almost falling asleep from the slow movements of his body, caused by his breathing, when he said: “I’m hungry. Should we eat something?”

You agreed to go at some local restaurant that was only three blocks away from Harry’s apartment. You were quite hungry as well. You walked to the restaurant, because you needed some fresh air and the weather was pretty good, which was surprising. After you arrived there, you had a nice meal, followed by conversation with Harry about everything that came up on your mind. He was always trying to make you laugh, so you would often end up almost choking because of laughter.

After maybe an hour, you finished your meal and decided to go home. When you got outside, the sky was cloudy and grey. What a fabulous weather change. The weather in London acts like it has mood swings- one minute sunny and bright and the other almost black from the clouds that were pushing around.

Harry took your hand and you started to walk. In the middle of his joke, big drops of rain started to fall. At first slowly, landing on your cheeks and hands, but then it erupted into shower. It cleaned streets from the people, they were all hiding somewhere from the downpour,so you started walking faster, too.

Suddenly, Harry stopped.

(Y/N) -you heard his husky voice.

You turned around and looked at him like he was crazy. You were standing in the rain, getting wetter and wetter with every second. He pulled you close to him and said: “May I have this dance?”

He sneaked one arm around your waist and put one of yours on his shoulder, while the other was still in his hand. He started slow dancing and mumbling a song you didn’t recognize, but it sounded perfect coming out of his mouth. You couldn’t help but smile. This was so romantic. There you were, dancing in the rain, in the middle of an empty street. You pressed your head on his chest, absorbing his scent that was now very intensive through his wet clothes. You closed your eyes, enjoying slow movements he was making, feeling like you were poppling on little waves. You wished this moment could last forever.

Harry stopped dancing and you looked him in the eyes, almost begging him to continue. This silence was telling more than words you could possibly exchange. This was not an awkward silence. It was that kind of silence when people understand each other like they are reading each other minds.

He leaned in and kissed you sweetly, making your heart jump up and down uncontrollably. This was the first kiss in the rain for both of you. You felt so honored that you are the girl he’s sharing it with. And you know you wouldn’t do this with anyone else. Harry was special. He was the one.

You were making up in the rain, until it stopped. One last drop fell on your nose, making you smile.

“I love you, (Y/N) .”-Harry said stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“Love you, too, Hazz.”-you replied and he rested his head on yours.

You stood there for a couple more seconds and then continued to walk.

When you returned to Harry’s apartment, you were dripping wet, so Harry lent you some of his clothes and you spent the rest of the night cuddling with him on the couch, watching movies and talking, feeling more connected with him than ever.