Harry imagines

Just ask honey

Authors note: (before the short story) Hi my dear Harrie readers, it's been too long! I'm sorry for the absence, high school has been very busy and consuming. I'm not going to sugar coat anything, I kind of forgot about wattpad (oops 😅) but please excuse my absence, thank you for still supporting me and I appreciate the love and care. Thank you 🤍

TW: Pure fluff cause I know you guys have missed updates.
Word count: 530

With the weather in London getting a bit chillier than the warm bask of The sunshine rays, London has been very... cold.

You looked over at Harry on the couch, nose buried and busy in a book. You smile to yourself and see that his hair has gotten a bit longer, his stubble more darker and his nails clad in a soft pastel yellow the simple colour alone making the London weather less gloomy.

"H?" You call out, pulling Harry out of his book. "Yes darling?" He calls back, closing the book before marking his spot. "Do you need anything? I mean do you want anything to drink or snack on?" You say, your pointer finger tugging on the bottom of your lip. A habit of yours. "Darling, c'mere." He says softly, noticing your slightly shaking form.

Must be from the cold outside... he thinks.

Your feet clad in white and grey socks pad across the floor to met him on the other couch. "Yes?" You asked as he simply pulls up the blanket from the couch, draping it around your shoulders and pulling you into his very warm frame.

"How did you—" you ask in disbelief as he simply kissed your nose. "Because I know how ye' get when the weather changes honey." He states, his eyes soft on you. The green in his eyes combined with the grey skies outside made it feel warm, made you feel at home.

"Harry..." you trail off as you snuggle closer into him, your legs now tangled together as he wraps one arm around your smaller frame and rubs his hand up and down your arm. "Want me to read to you?" He asks as you simply nod your head.

"Alright... let's see." He says barley above a whisper. He clears his throat and continues where he left off, flipping to the page and taking the marker out.

"The boy washed up on the third day. Maester Cressen had come down with the rest, to help put names to the dead. When they found the fool he was naked, his skin white and wrinkled and powdered with wet sand. Cressen had thought him another corpse, but when Jommy grabbed his ankles to drag him off to the burial wagon, the boy coughed water and sat up. To his dying day, Jommy had sworn that Patchface's flesh was clammy cold." Harry flipped the page but before he continued to read, you looked up at him with such need, passion and loving care.

"Honey, just ask." he whispered and reconnected your lips again once more. You smiled against his lips, your heart flipping in your chest at the realisation that the man you admired for a long time, really did love you.

"I know." You whispered as you snuggled into Harry closer.