My Dearest Harry (H.S. Imagines)

"Why can't you be like that?"

Synopsis: Y/N and Harry are high school sweethearts and everyone wants to be like them.

"Hi, baby," Harry murmurs as he stuffs his head in Y/N's neck, his arms encircle her from behind. They are currently standing at her locker as she takes out a few books she needs for the first few periods with her 6-foot tall boyfriend clinging onto her like he hadn't seen her in years when, in fact, he saw her yesterday evening.

Even then he was throwing a whining fit about how he misses his baby when he's away from her. Harry has always been the clingy and soft type of boyfriend. He would always whisper sweet things into her ear (like "Y'so pretty baby." "I love y'so so much." "I don't ever wanna be away from y' m'darlin', just love y'too much." "I'll miss y' when I sleep alone at night.") He'd give her a kiss (or kissy as they both call it) whenever his heart desired. He just loves showing the world that she is his, and he is hers.

He is completely and utterly in love with her and never misses a chance to show it.

Y/N turns around in his arms with that soft smile that he loves so much, "Hi H," She whispers, cradling his face in her soft, tiny hand. Harry shoots her a lopsided smile before turning his face so he could kiss her open palm.

"I missed y' m'darlin'. Can I have a kissy, please?" He asks which makes her breathe out a laugh at his cuteness. She leans up to place a peck on his lips but he isn't having it.

"Nuh-uh, baby. I want mo'." He murmurs, connecting their lips, kissing her with everything that he has. She parts her lips slightly when he licks her bottom asking for entrance. His tongue pushes into her mouth, caressing it with her own making them both moan into the kiss. He still feels that fire, those sparks even after being in love with her for two- almost three years. It doesn't even feel like it's been three years since they two met.

Harry still vividly remembers that memory when she was new on the campus. She looked so beautiful and soft, that Harry was immediately gravitated towards her. He was absolutely smitten when she talked to him in that sweet voice of hers. She wore a baby pink off-shoulder crop top that had lace on the top, with blue light wash jeans, white boots, and scrunchy in her hair.

Harry has been with a few girls before Y/N but there we all just flings. No one made him feel like Y/N did. She is his dream. It's like his life was dark before she came into it. She is the light, she is the love of his life. He loves every little thing about her. Her soft skin, her smooth hair, her cute nose, her Bambi eyes and her smile. And God, that smile.

Anyone who has seen her smile has known perfection.

He just doesn't understand how he was able to survive every second when she wasn't in his life. A life without her? No thanks. He doesn't want it. Losing her would be worse than death itself. To be honest, nothing matters right now because all he cares about is his girl. His baby. His angel. And most importantly,

His love.

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"Why can't you be like that?" They hear a few whispers as they walk through the hallways. "They're so cute." And some like, "They're disgusting."

Harry figures that if he wants to be called disgusting, he only wants it with Y/N.

He knows that Y/N has had a rough past. Her parents got divorced when she was 10 and when they found their new partners, they got married to them and produced new offsprings and just ghosted her. But her aunt took her as her own. She was the kind of parent she never had. Then her previous and very first boyfriend cheated on her. Moreover, he abused her emotionally. That was the reason she was suspicious of Harry's intentions when he first started showing interest in her because he was (still is, that's why she has to face all the hate she gets) one of the popular kids in school. But Harry had proved that he was only there to keep her safe from this cruel world numerous times.