Harry styles Imagines (Book 1)

The Truth

Your POV

“What are you thinking about, baby?” Harry asked me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“I was just thinking about the reason I love you,” you smirked, relaxing to his touch.

“And why is that,” he whispered, placing small kisses on the side of my neck.

I thought for a moment, then spoke. *GIF* “I love you because you’re real,” I smiled. “you’re the truth. You make me feel like I can fly.”

“Oh really,” he replied raising his eyebrows at me.

“Yeah, do you remember the day we met?” I asked him.

“Of course! How could I forget? You were so beautiful and you kept staring at me like I had something on my shirt.”

“Sorry about that,” I blushed. “I knew for the moment I met you, you were interesting. Hiding behind your shades. You were real mysterious, but like I knew you before. Maybe in like a past life.”

“A past life?” He chuckled pulling me closer to him. “And what was I in this past life?”

“My husband of course.” 

He brought his lips down kissing me passionately. “I like that,” He whispered, pulling away from me.

“I love you, Harry,” I whispered resting my head against his chest.

“I love you too.”

When it come to the truth, there is no substitute. I love everything about him. He’s my truth. And there’s nothing better.