you laid on the couch, the sun glistening off your melanin skin. your white romper rose a little bit above your lower thigh, exposing the beautiful soft skin of your upper thigh. from the tip of your toes to the hair on your head, harry saw you as beautiful in its purest form.
how could anyone not see it? he wondered to himself.
no makeup, your hair thrown in a messy bun as you watched whatever was on the tv.
"why are you looking at me like that?" you asked harry, your eyes shining and your skin glowing.
"you. you're beautiful y/n."
he watched as you smiled, and hid your face in his neck.
you as always, beautiful in its purest form.
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you guys are beautiful! even if you don't see it, just know somebody else does.
i love you, elli. xx
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HARRY STYLES INTERRACIAL IMAGINES.
Fanfictionthe title says it all. all these imagines are written by me, hope you enjoy. ethebratt2017
