"Harry," you say, running your fingers across his butterfly tattoo. It's not long before his green eyes flutter open and you're staring into their beauty. Alone, they were a world of their own you could easily get lost in. "Hey, baby," he whispers, smiling warmly. For a few moments the two of you just enjoy each others presence. And during those moments, you notice little things about him that you hadn't noticed before. All you could say is that nobody compares. Something completely random comes to your mind. "Babe," you begin, he hums and raises a brow, "are you ticklish?" You ask, curious. He answers truthfully, "If you catch me off gaurd, yes." Smirking, you lightly spider your fingers across his stomach, a small laugh escaping his lips. The dimples that appear on his face make your heart melt. "Little cutie," you state, booping his nose. Harry pouts at your nickname for him. "Why not handsome or sexy?" "This." You run a finger along the waistline of his boxers and he squirms, attempting to suck in his tummy. "I can't help being ticklish," He protests. You smile at him. "I'm just kidding, Haz, you're very handsome and sexy. Always have been." That brings a smile to his face. "I love you, ______."
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