Hariana Imagines

First Dance

Song for chappie: Photograph by Ed Sheeran

"Harry, it's raining!" Ariana giggles, her hand being taken by Harry as he guides her across the grass that was becoming wet.

"Then it'll be more romantic." he smirks, kissing Ariana's knuckles.

"Harry, I don't know how to slow dance." Ariana frowns, crossing her arms and tugging Harry's coat tighter on her that Harry placed around her shoulders for more warmth.

"I'll show you, love." he smiles and softly places her arms around his neck, placing his own on her waist and pulling her closer.

Ariana looks down on their feet, not knowing what to do next.

"Just put your feet on mine, and follow my lead." she hesitantly moves her feet towards his.

"Are you sure? I don't want to dirty yo-"

"Trust me sweetheart."

she secures her feet on his as his feet start to move slowly.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you."

"Never. Just look at me, and focus on my face." she obliges, switching her gaze on his bright green eyes that sparkle under the moonlight.

For a few seconds, I just feels like they're the only people on earth right now. Like nothing, not even the rain that's drizzling on them, can ruin this moment between them.

Harry admires every inch of Ariana's face and her beauty, from her chocolate brown eyes to her pink full lips. He can't resist anymore, so he slowly leans in and connects their lips together.

During their first kiss in the rain, they both smile in the kiss and bring each other closer as they slow dance.

As they break apart, Harry can't help but smile at his petite girlfriend. As Ariana returns the smile, he pulls her in a hug and snuggles his head into the crook of her neck, kissing it softly and taking in the lovely moment.

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"Now, I present the first husband and wife dance."

Harry takes Ariana's hand in his, and guides them to the center of the floor.

Memories flash back to them as Ariana brings her arms around his neck and Harry brings his to her waist.

Their feet start to move in sync, as they only focus on each other.
Harry inches his face closer to hers, whispering,"You really got the hang of this, sweetheart."

He places his forehead no hers after a peck on the lips.

"I learned from the best." Harry grins, gently kissing her nose and smiling at the crowd as they cheer for the newly wedded couple.