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Imagine…

You and Harry were watching The Notebook while holding hands and all of a sudden he gets up and starts looking through drawers in your kitchen.

“Harry what are you looking for?” You ask curiously.

“Do you have a glue gun?” He asks still looking around.

“No, why?”

“I wanna glue our hands together so we could be like this forever.”

Imagine…

Watching silent movies with Harry and making up your own words.

Imagine…
You’re in bed, reading a book, and Harry is beside you, staring at his laptop screen with a smile on his face.

 “What’s so funny” You ask, smiling slightly because he’s smiling. Harry looks up at you as if he’s holding in a laugh.

 “Oh, nothing.” He says slowly, staring at you openly with an unrecognizable look on his face. “Harry.” You say, your tone inquisitive.

“Okay, I’ll read it to you.” He clears his throat, and shakes his head, laughing again, before reading; “Imagine you’re in the pantry when Harry waltzes in. Oh, hi, Y-slash-N. He says, reaching for the cat food…”

You feel a flush creeping up your neck and face, and you make little noises of horror before lunging towards the computer. Harry is quick though, leaping up from the bed and away from you.

“No, wait [Y/N], I haven’t gotten to the best part!” You groan and hide your face in the covers as Harry reads one of the numerous imagines you wrote about him.

“…a flour fight ensues, and the two of you are laughing-“

“Please stop.” You’re practically begging now, but Harry hasn’t quite finished.

 “You swear you can practically hear the smirk in his voice ‘I can help you with that.’ My, my, [Y/N], sounds like you were quite the teenage girl.”

 “Are you done?” You ask.

Harry laughs and the mattress creaks when he climbs onto it, crawling over to where you’re hiding under the comforter. He pulls it back and gently forces you to look up at him. You’re blushing wilding, desperately looking anywhere but his face.

“Why are you so embarrassed?” He asks, green eyes glinting and a smirk playing on the edges of his lips.

“Because…” You say.

“Well, I think they’re cute.” He leans down and kisses you softly.

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