Harry Imagines

Tent

Imagine it's a cold winter night. Your body shutters as the night wind blows through the thin tent. Your head jerks up as the zipper slowly opens. Even though it's dark you can make out a pair of sparkling green eyes and tasseled mess of curls.

"Hey babe are you okay?" Harry asks peering down at you.

"Y-Ye-Yeah. I'm f-fin-fine" you say through your chattering teeth.

Harry gives you a doubtful glance back. "I'm not going to let you freeze. Now slide over." He says as a charming smile spreads across his face.

Your stomach flutters as his hand brushes your thigh as he slides in alongside you. Unable to speak because of both the cold and being so close to his breathtaking features you give him a small smile of gratitude.

He lays down, propping himself on one elbow as dimples appear in the crevice of his cheeks.

"You know if we share body heat we will get warmer a lot faster." He says in a cheeky manner.

Your cheeks flush as you shake your head no, despite the fact your mind telling you to give into what your heart wanted, what your body wanted.

"Okay we'll we can just cuddle then is that okay?" He asks in a hesitant manner, being cautious not to do anything you weren't comfortable with. Searching your eyes for permission to move nearer.

"Mhm," you hum back, inching yourself closer as he gestures for you to flip to the other side. You follow, feeling his strong arms grasp around your waist moments later.

At that moment it feels like sparks radiate through your body. His touch making your heart melt with all the emotions running through.

And the best part? The feeling grows stronger as he cradles you in his arms. Never once loosening his grasp during the night.