Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

Inked Baby (H.S)

I ate the last bite of my sandwich, and stood, taking my plate into the kitchen.  Just hearing the utter silence and the peace, made me realise just how much I missed Harry.

I missed hearing his voice flowing throughout the house.  I missed hearing his silly jokes, that were never even remotely funny, but just seeing how excited he got whilst telling them made a person smile.

I missed his deep, raspy voice telling me how much he loved me.  I just missed him, I missed his presence, I missed the warmth of his body next to mine during the night and I hated waking up alone.

He'd been touring with the boys for three months now, and didn't get much time off.  And the time he did have off, just wasn't enough for him to come back home for a while.

But the day had finally come when he would be back, he'd be home again.  The band had a couple of months off until they began touring again and I couldn't wait to see him.

He phoned last night as he finished packing and told me, "I can't wait to see you tomorrow."

I'd showered already, my hair was done, I just had to find something pretty to wear.  I wanted to look beautiful for him.  Putting the empty plate in the sink, I dusted off the crumbs on my hands and made my way to the stairs.

I walked up quickly, spilling into our bedroom, and moving towards the closet.  I pushed through the hangers of clothing, shaking my head impatiently as I was met with nothing that I wanted.

I stopped suddenly, a little black dress coming into view.  It was one of my plainer dresses, but he'd always told me how much he loved it.  He liked the way it hugged my curves and accentuated my body.

I pulled it out, smiling as I took the hanger off it and put it back in the closet.  I slipped on the dress, wiggling my body as I pulled it up and pushed my hands through the little spaghetti straps.

I slipped on the matching black, wedge heeled shoes, when I heard the sound of the front door opening.  He was home!

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I make my way quickly down the stairs, eyes watching my feet so I don't trip.  As I go towards the living room, I find him stood there, his back to me as he shrugs out of his leather jacket.

Underneath the jacket is one of his many floral print shirts, and I know that when he turns I will catch a glimpse of his chest.  I lick my lips, as I stare at the back of his head, his ever growing hair curling at the ends, and just reaching his shoulders.

The last time I saw him, it was just at his jawline.  He turns to me, a huge grin already on his lips and his eyes shining as he looks at me.

He holds his arms out in front of him and I go willing, allowing him to envelope me into his chest, holding me tightly.  I breathe in and get a whiff of his scent, his smell so beautiful, so unique and so all consuming.  One of his hands rubs up and down on my back, the over is in my hair, pushing my head into the crook of his neck.

"It's so good to see you, babe," he whispers. "God, I've missed you so much Y/N. You feel so good!"

I pull back so my eyes connect with his, his green eyes darkening with lust, but the sparkle is still there.

"I know, it's been too long," I reply.

My eyes are filling with unshed tears, and I will myself not to let them flow.  His hands cup my cheeks, his lips pressing against my forehead.

"Way too long," he agrees. "I promise next time won't be so long."

I sigh, shaking my head.  We've been over this so many times, that it's beginning to tire me having to go over the same thing.

"Harry, we've been over this. You're going to be gone for long periods of time and we both have to get used to that. It's part of the job," I muttered.

He frowned, his head dropping to look at the floor, making his hair spill over his face.  I reached up, pushing his head back, and tucking his hair behind his ears.

"I love you," I told him.

"And I love you Y/N," he replied, his hands coming to land on my hips and giving me a gentle squeeze.

"Okay," I decided.  "And that's all that matters. Let's not think about the future right now, alright."

He nods in agreement, as he took my hands from his face, and leads me over to the sofa.  He sat, pulling me down beside him.  He reaches for my hands and holds them in his lap.  We sit there for a while in silence, just looking lovingly into each other's eyes and trying to memorise every detail before we have to be parted again.

The tears form in my eyes and begin rolling down my cheeks unexpectedly.  He frowns and pulls me into his chest, holding me tightly and kisses my neck.

"Shhh, please don't cry," he says, rubbing my back

"I'm sorry, I'm ruining everything. I'm wasting time crying," I sniffle, sitting back so I can look at his face.

He wipes my tears away with his thumb and kisses my lips

"It's fine," he reassures me.

He sits back, his hands disappearing from mine and he nods at the empty spot beside him.  I sit back, swivelling my body round to face him, one leg bent and lay on the sofa, the other planted on the floor.

"I want to show you something. I have a surprise for you," he tells me, grinning excitedly.

He pulls off his top and I blush.  Even after all the times I've had sex with him, it still makes me blush seen his toned chest.  He points to where his heart is and I notice a new tattoo.

I lean in and inspect it closely and gasp, my hands coming up to my open mouth.

"Oh Harry..." I whisper.

Written in ink across his chest is my name.

"Since we don't have time to be together as much as I'd like to, I want to make sure you're close to my heart always Y/N," he explains.

I reach out and stroke his chest, fingering each letter softly.

II love you Harry," I whisper, with tears in my eyes.

"I love you too baby," he replies, pulling my lips to his and kissing me fiercely.

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Hi! This is just another old imagine I found that I edited a little and decided to post in my book!

- Meg