One Direction Prefrences and Imagines

Harry Imagine (lovely)

Word Count: 1538 (got kind of caught up with it all ;))

(His POV)

I could feel my eyelids flutter and I began to be aware of where I was. The sun shined through the window and down on the bed. The sheets were messy and I was alone and naked. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable, when I realized where I was. I was in her apartment. I sighed relieved and grinned cheekily. I closed my eyes again thinking back at the events from last night.

We were sitting in my car outside her house and saying goodbye, wasn’t something I expected to affect as much as I did. I felt kind of bummed out, that it already was time to say goodbye. She smiled brightly, as she told an anecdote from earlier today. I couldn’t help it, but a smile grew on my lips. She suddenly stopped talking. As she gave me a questioning look, she asked “What is all that about?” referring to my beaming smile. I looked down at my hand, which was placed in my lap playing with the hem of the white dress-shirt I wore. I felt embarrassed and I chuckled. “You are just really cute, when you get excited about telling stuff” I said honest. There was something in her presence, which made me so comfortable. I had felt it since the first time I met her, which was almost two months ago now. I hadn’t even seen her apartment yet, even though she had been in mine and even slept there once. But I wasn’t pushing. I just enjoyed her company and I’m almost a hundred percent sure that she also enjoyed mine. I finally decided to look at her again. She was still smiling that smile, showing the cute gap between her teeth, which I knew she hated. She turned her whole body towards me and leaned in so our foreheads touched. I could feel her sweet breath against my skin and I felt the urge to just kiss her. She sighed deeply and kissed me lightly. It was nothing compared what we had done before, so I couldn’t help the disappointment I felt. She let out a giggled, seeing the look on my face when she pulled away. She swung her curly hair over her shoulder and gave me a smirk that I had never seen before. “Do you want to come in?” she asked and giggled at little more, when she saw my eyes widen. She reached out and took my hand in hers. She squeezed it lightly before she opened the door of the car and stepped outside. I immediately opened my door and got out, walked over to the other side and grabbed her hand. As soon as had her hand in mine, she began to lead me up towards her door. She stopped right in front of the door and turned around to look at me. She looked at me with a sorry look on her face. “The reason I haven’t brought you here before is because I didn’t feel ready to show that side of me yet” she said silently. “It’s nothing special, but it’s a part of me” she smiled as she opened the door. The warm air hit me like a wall, and I suddenly realized how cold it was outside. I stood in a little entrance with a long line of all kinds of shoes to the left, with a coat rack above it. To my right was a huge mirror, with a silver frame. Along the sides of the mirror was little words written, little sweet messages from people, whose names I already have heard before. I automatically began to read the words, when I felt someone on my arm. She had laid her head on my shoulder and wrapped her arm around mine. My eyes searched for hers but she kept looking at the mirror. “This mirror was a present from my closest circle of friends and family. I went through a difficult period in my life, filled with self-hatred and depression. And then one day I came home and found this mirror right here. With it was a note that said ‘This is for you. Each of these words is true and filled with love. A reminder to you; that you are beautiful’. Everyone I love has signed this”. She ran her fingers over mirror while she was telling. I finally understood what she meant with ‘this side of her’. She, like everyone else, had an unhappy story. A story she didn’t tell everyone. But this made her, her. She knew that and she was happy with herself today. I knew that. She had said on our second date, where thing got deeper. This confession had just, showed me, that she trusted my just as much as I trusted her. “Thank you for telling me” I said quietly. She looked up at me with a happy smile, happy that she told me. I leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. When I pulled away again I couldn’t help it, but it blurted out. “I love you” I said bluntly. I was surprised by my sudden outburst, but she didn’t seem fazed. Her smile only grew when she told me: “I love you too”. My heart skipped a beat, when I finally realized, what she said. I smiled like I never had before. She squeezed my arm, let go and walked further into the house. I kicked of my shoes and took of my jacket and throw it over the other jackets on the rack, before following her into the house. I stepped into the living room. It was a huge room, which made me realize that this wasn’t a house with two floors. The roof was at least 13 feet over our heads. The walls were painted white. A big beige couch was in the middle of the room, with a dark wooden table in front of it. Right behind was a taller table, which matched to the sofa-table. On the walls were several of paintings and pictures of her, with friends and family. Some of them were huge while some were just small photographs. I stepped further into the room and took a good look around. One wall wasn’t painted white like the others and didn’t have pictures on it. It was filled with all kinds of patterns and little drawing in all kinds of colors. It was artistic and it made the whole room come more together. As I looked around and saw some of the other items in the room, I felt like it was her. Everything in this place was a part of her. I had been thinking about how I thought she was living, but I never imagined this. But now that I was here, it fitted perfectly. On one of the walls was a huge television, with a shelf below it. It was filled with DVD’s and books. I smirked at how I already felt at home here. I didn’t notice her standing behind me, when she said: “Do you want to come to my room?” I turned around. She had changed into pajama-shorts and an oversized football jersey. I smiled at her. She looked so cute, so fragile. I nodded and started following her, when she started to walk further into the house. She entered the room, with me right behind her. She sat down on the huge bed, which was in the middle of the room. It was made of white tree, with cutouts. The curtains where drown and the only light in the room came from the little lamp, on her nightstand. There were a huge stack of books on her nightstand too. Across from the bed, was a huge door, which I only could assume, was the closet. I want to the bed and sat down next to her. I put my arms around her and we just sat there. “Thank you for bringing me here” I said as I nuzzled my head into her hair. “I’m glad I did” she stated simply. I raised her face with my fingers and looked her in the eyes. “You are so beautiful” I said as I kissed, like I never had before.

I lay back in the bed and looked to the ceiling, when I heard the door open. I raised my head to find her, standing beside the bed smiling at me. I let my eyes wander over her body, when I realized she was wearing my shirt from last night. It was just long enough to cover her and she had only buttoned it from the bottom and up the middle of her stomach. Her hair was messy, but it still looked perfect. She looked so cute and unbelievably sexy at the same time. I didn’t think it was possible. “What?” she giggled. I sat up in the bed and reached out for her. She took my hands and as soon as she did I pulled her down on top of me. She laughed out loud and her hair fell forward and framed her face perfectly. “I just love you” I said as I pulled her in for a kiss.

Before I left that day, I signed the mirror.