Imagine slow dancing in your dark living room to Take me to church by Hozier, his arm lightly around your waist, you not meeting his eyes but knowing he is looking at you, dark, thoughtful eyes watching every strand of hair on your forehead, every little movement going over your lips. No other sound than the speakers, no cars outside on the street, quiet around the house, and slow movements only visible where you are standing. Tomorrow can wait. Tonight is tonight, never to let go.
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One Direction imagines(mostly weird ones)
De TodoSo I was going to try to actually make a book out of these. Update when I have time, but will try as often as possible.
