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#Imagine

Its a mature imagine. If you are under 13 please don't read it. I really don't want to blow your innocence. Thanks read on...

P.S.- This imagine is specially dedicated to @NewYorkLove for inspiring me. He writing is fantastic. I suggest everyone to check out her works. 'Did you ever love me..Harry?' is an amazing story. I am so gratefull that I read that story..so you should all check it out its @NewYorkLove's. 

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For the First time (Hazza imagine)

          You look at the clock hung on the pale green wall and its 2:30 a.m and as usual Harry is late in his off day. He went for some afterparty Burberry fashion week which you are least interested in. You thought of giving him a surprise earlier in the evening by wearing a lace red bra and a black lacey panty and over it you wore one of his white shirt of which only three were buttoned covering only your bra and a little of your tummy. You even took a bath with some lavender soapy liquid and curled your hair in big raven curls to make this night more special for him. But its 2:35 a.m. now he is still not home. You get out of your bed and walk over to the different parts of the room blowing off the scented candles. Just then you hear the front door open and close. You blow the last of the candle when you hear Harry’s voice,

“Oh…babe ..you are awake.”

         You look around and see Harry his curls all messed up and stained shirt, coat carelessly on the floor. Though you are angry at him you decide not to say anything now and just go to bed and sleep. He almost leans down to pick up his coat. When you step up,

“Um…its alright I ‘ll pick it up ..you can go and freshen up…” You give him a fake smile and pick up the coat. He tries to hug you but you cleverly dodge it and walk down the stairs to get him a glass of water.

        The lights are all turned off and you don’t  even care to turn any on. Some of the city lights penetrate in through the long glass windows and they are the only lights faintly illuminating the living room and the kitchen. You take a glass from the cabinet and sit on the stool next to the pantry table. You fill the glass with water and take a sip trying to calm your nerves as you are still mad at Harry. Sometimes you feel like Harry takes you for granted, you feel like you don’t even deserve Harry. Just then you feel someone’s lips on your collar bone. You instantly know its Harry. His arms slowly wrap around you as he kisses under your ear whispering,

“mmm….you..smell so good…(y/n)…”

          You try to get rid of his arms and he frowns.

“Harry its too late…and I am feeling sleepy.” You somehow get out of his hands but still just inches away from him. You give him the glass of water and again a fake smile before leaving the kitchen. He looks confused and a little angry too.

“I am going to sleep..if you are hungry I made  some pasta ..its on the table…just put it in the microwave for two minutes.” And you walk away.

          Harry walks towards the table and there he sees two champagne glasses and your fancy china all decorated as if for a special night. There are two red candles whose fire had just died down as he could see the smoke but not the fire and he knew what was going on. He realized that you were planning a surprise for him and he stood you up. This made him instantly angry upon himself. ‘I am a jerk!’ he thought to himself. He quickly sprinted upstairs where you were lying in silent tears. You never liked to show your soft side to anyone not even to Harry. You didn’t like tears but now as you knew Harry was downstairs you let it out. Just when you heard Harry’s footsteps you wipe your eyes and pull the covers and pretend to sleep. Meanwhile Harry takes a look around the room and he sees all the died down candles. He quickly gets inside the covers and pulls you towards him from the edge of the bed. His fingers resting on your soft and a little chubby waist. He quietly whispers in your ears,