Harry Imagines!

Surprises

Surprises

Imagine for Moriah

                The knock on the door makes me jump. Curled up in my blanket in front of the TV, I can’t fathom who could possibly be here at this odd hour in the morning. I carefully throw my blanket off and curl my arms around my chest as I pad over to the door. When I peek through the side window, noticing a familiar car in the driveway, I gasp.

                It’s Harry.

                His dark hair is short now, which is still a shocker to me because I remember when it was long, in drawn out tousles that I could run my fingers through. He is waiting almost too impatiently on me to answer the door, and here I am almost melting in my pants at the sight of my boyfriend.

                It has been four months since he was stationed in Germany, and the sight of him is just too much. We grew up together; we were each other’s first kiss, first slow dance, and first love. We graduated high school together, planned on getting engaged, and then it happened. Harry felt the pull to join the military, and that was that. We both agreed to postpone the engagement until he decided what to do with his career, and it has been a tough ride ever since. These last four months have been the worst without him here.

                I pull the door open so quickly that I am afraid the hinges will break and within the next second I am in his arms. I jump up, pulling my legs around him. He is still in uniform, still handsome as ever. He supports me easily, bringing a hand to grab me at the small of my back. Before either of us speak, he kisses me.

                “Harry,” I finally say. “I had no idea-”

                “Neither did I,” he says, setting me down. “You look… sexy,” he comments, doing one of his careful, daring eye sweeps that I always adore.

                “Harry, I’m in my pajamas. It’s two in the morning.”

                “I know that.”

                “You look… hot,” I say, meaning it. Every time I see him, it’s like a new revelation for me – he is handsome, he is the greatest man I know, and he is all mine. We have only ever been with each other. That fact has always thrilled me to no end. I look down self-consciously at my skinny purple shorts and tank top.

                “Why thank you, miss,” he smiles, pulling off his army cap and following me into the house.

                “You want anything to, um, eat?” I ask, walking through the kitchen. He follows me, and I feel his eyes on my back before I spin around to face him.

                “I…No, I am okay,” he says. He seems nervous, though I don’t understand why. “Actually… no. I’m not okay. I’ve missed you. There’s only one thing I can think about right now,” he admits.

                “Me too.” Even as I say the words, the warmth in my face grows. It’s not something we normally talk about, sleeping together. But tonight… it is all I can think about. The shock of his visit has all but faded, and I want to take advantage of this as best as I can.

                I cough awkwardly and turn towards the bedroom. “Do you, um, need a few minutes?” I ask. He is still in uniform, and oh, how I imagine pulling that off of him. If he wants to change, though, I am all for it. He nods.

                “I’ll meet you in the loft.”

                “The loft?”