Harry Imagine
"Okay, I’ll count sheep," you say to yourself, frustrated, after four hours of no sleep. "One sheep," you start, feeling dumb, "Two sheep, three sheep." As your mouth says the words, your mind wanders and your stomach twists at the direction your mind takes you. You glance at the clock. It’s 12 am — too late to call your boyfriend, Harry. "Twenty sheep," you think, still wide awake. You give up on counting sheep and sit up in bed. You run your hands through your hair aggressively, contemplating the likeliness of Harry answering. It’s about 5 am where he is. You give up and grab the phone. "Harry?" you say into the voice-mail. "I hope I don’t wake you. I just need…I don’t know. To talk, I guess. Well. Anyway. Love you. Goodbye." You curl up on the couch, feeling lonely. Suddenly, your phone starts to ring. You answer it eagerly, "Harry?" "Hi, love," Harry says, his voice crackling over the phone, "Are you alright?" "I … I don’t know, Hazza," you sigh miserably. You are clutching your phone to your ear, desperate to hear his voice. "What’s wrong?" He’s concerned. "I don’t know. I just can’t sleep," you say helplessly. "I bet you miss me and my hot body," Harry teases. "I do," you say sincerely but end up laughing. Harry says, "Okay, um, how about I tell you a story to go to sleep?" You giggle a little and agree. Harry launches into a hilarious story about a time the band went hiking and was chased by a hungry flock of ducks. When he’s done, you say, "Thanks, Hazza." "Anytime, babe," Harry replies softly. You can hear his smile over the phone. You say goodnight, tell him you love him. He replies with a simple, "I love you more." And then you feel so much better. You fall asleep within a few minutes of hanging up.
