His head was on your chest, your fingers running through his curls. He nuzzled up under your neck, a small sigh of contentment passing through his lips. “What do you see when you think about our future?” you asked him, eyes half closed with sleep. He grinned. It felt to Harry that he was always thinking of his future with you. “What part do you want to know about? I’ve got it all planned.” You let a dry laugh slip past your lips. Surely he couldn’t have everything planned. He guessed as much from your laugh and he rolled over, until his chin was resting on your navel and he was looking up at you. “I want to be married within two years,” he said surprising you. Suddenly, you were riveted to Harry and his perfect pink mouth. “I want a house in London and one in the states by your parents. I want to wake up every morning to hear you sing in the shower, and eventually, sing with our kids down stairs when we make breakfast together. I want to fall asleep and wake up each day knowing I’ve got you right where I want you- in my arms. I want to eat your really shitty chicken and pretend I love it.” You playfully flicked his nose and he laughed, capturing your fingers and pressing a kiss to the tip. “I want to travel all over with you and show you the world. I want to sleep late on Sunday’s and eat too much junk and spoil our kids because they’ll be our world and they deserve it. I want to be old and gray on our porch swing, drinking tea and talking about this moment right now,” he pulled you up so you were nose to nose, his large hands tangling in your hair. “I want an an entire lifetime with you, but even then, at the end of it, it’ll never be enough. I want forever with you, baby.”
