Harry Styles Imagines [COMPLETED]

Hands

My hands. They're missing something. Something special.

My hands are empty. There's nothing there but air. They're missing something.

My hands are lonely. They're all alone. They're missing something.

They're missing him. Yes, they're missing him. They need him more than anything.

His soft, tattooed hands help to heal the wounds of my own. They show my own the love they need.

His hands. They're all mine need. His hands are everything to me.

Who is this man? The love of my life, that's who. What's his name? Well, his name is beautiful.

His name, his beautiful name, is...

Harry.
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This was the most random thing I've ever written. But whatever. I hope you enjoyed it, my lovelies!

All the love,

Sydney xx.