harry imagines

waking up

A single sunbeam hits your eye slowly opening your eyelids. Your heavy eyes try adjusting to the new light as you rub your eyes in effort to focus them. You look around your room and see it slowly starting to illuminate by the sun. Feeling heat on your back, you turn your neck and start hearing light snores, smiling as your remember who sleeps with you every night. You carefully flip yourself over so you are now face-to-face with Harry, admiring his features. The way his hair so lazily is scattered on the pillow, his lips slightly parted, his chest slowly rising up and down almost matching yours, the way his tattoos are etched into his skin so effortless. You trace the tattoos with the tips of your fingers in awe of them. You feel a shutter underneath the skin you just touched but still continue to trace the inked skin. A raspy voice says, "Good morning beautiful" as you feel his arm hold you tighter. A sloppy kiss is placed on your cheek as you feel yourself start to smile. You look over at him and see his emerald eyes glisten in the morning sun. He smiles and says with a hint of tiredness, "What no kiss for me?". And with that you give him a slight peck before teasingly pulling away but feel yourself being pressed back into him, your lips connecting once again. "You should known I can't get enough of you. That little peck wasn't gonna do the trick babe", he says with that smirk plastered on his face