Imagine requested based on Waiting for Superman- Daughtry
You wrap your arms around him, placing your palms flat against his shoulder blades while resting your head on his broad chest. His chest raises softly with the inhale and exhale of oxygen from his lungs. You can hear the faint sound of his heartbeat against your ear. His familar aroma of his Bleu de Chanel cologne radiates off him invading your scenses. "I've always loved the way you smell," you confess. No matter how long y'all would be apart you would never forget the smell that is Harry.
"Loved?" He leans back to get a better view of your face that is nessled into the soft fabric of his jumper.
"Love," you clarify, gazing up at him. "It's one of the things I love about you, Harry." The emerald of his eyes brighten slightly with the empact of your words. Harry unlocks his hands that were resting on the small of your back and cups your face, his immense hands taking up the entirity of your jawline. He lowers his lips onto yours making your lips mold together. This wasn't a kiss that would lead to more. It was a kiss to display your love for one another, a love that you could feel down to your bones.
"I love you," he breaths against your lips. You stay like that momentarily, his forehead rested against yours, his soft, full, cherry red lips barely touching yours before he places a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. "I don't want to leave you," Harry whines against your hair, holding on to you tight. "How about we just cancel the tour and we runaway to Bora-Bora?" He jokes.
"You have to go mister, you have millions of girls who paid good money to see you," you wiggle against his tight grip to try and put some distance between you before he suffocates you under his grasp. You would like nothing better than to pack up and runaway to a tropical island with just Harry, but that's not practical. "Besides, your fans would hate me more than they already do if they found out you cancelled your world tour to run off to a island with your girlfriend."
His brows furrow, "I wish they weren't so cruel to you. Why can't they just see how wonderful you are and love you like I do?" He rubs his thumb over your bottom lip.
"Because they're too busy loving you. It's okay though because as long as you love me it doesn't matter if nobody else does. The important thing is they see how amazing you are!" You smile and pull him into one last farewell hug. It's only a month you remind yourself. A month and then you can see him again. Even with your positive word of reassurance you still can't help the tears the escape your eyes and run onto Harry's jumper.
"Heyyy," he says, pulling you to face him fully. "Please don't cry, baby, I promise I'll call you so much it'll be like I'm not even gone," he wipes your tears with his thumb. "When I get back I'll spend so much time with you that you'll get so sick of me you'll be begging me to go back on tour," he chuckles.
"I'd never get tired of you, H." You stand on your tippy toes and plant a single kiss to his lips. "Never." You smile up at him. "Now go and drive teenage girls into a hormonal frenzy, but keep your hands to yourself!" You narrow your eyes playfully.
He slides his hand around to your ass before giving it a rough squeeze. "I can't make no promises, because once I get off the plane you're mine baby." His words taunt you. This month will be longer, and more physically painful, than you though.
"Come on, Harry," Paul calls to him impatiently. We took far more longer than the time allotted.
"He's coming," you wave to Paul.
Harry leans dangerously close to your ear, "Not yet, but I will be," he whispers, his minty breath fanning over your neck. A gasp escapes your lips causing a deep laugh that reverberates throughout his chest. "I love you, baby" he kissed your cheek.
"I love you too, Harry" you release his hand when he throws his carry-on bag over his shoulder. You watch him walk away intently observing every physical thing about him. They way his broad shoulder slump forward when he walks. The way the wide expanse of his shoulders tapper off into his slim waist. The way his black skinny jeans hug his lower half perfectly. His long curly hair peeking out underneath his snapback. You take in everything in order to never forget this moment. Truthfully, you could never forget it even if by some insane chance you wanted to. You watch until he disappears to go and be someone's sunshine while you stay back and patiently wait for your superman to return.
