HAROLD FINCH IMAGINES

WHIPPED?

"Baby boy..um have you seen my pants?" I asked my boyfriend.
"Um,they were- where ever I tossed them last night. I can't remember. Are you leaving already?" Harold replied.
"Yeah,but I'll be back because you will miss me. I have a brunch meeting today,boring stuff. John should be here by now..Finch he's Late and I will be too if I dont find my pants.And it will be your fault Techie."
"Well if someone hadn't spontaneously decided that they were going to seduce me."
"I dont need to hear all that Finch. Y/N's stayed over again?" asked Reese,slightly disgusted.
"Yes, its not fun to sleep on the floor.." "Harry, find my pants or you will find me employment!" I yelled as continued looking for my pants.
"Okay, okay. Dont call me Harry.. N/n. Excuse me Mr. Reese." said my boyfriend.
"You are so whipped." commented John.
"What exactly does that mean John?" Harold asked.
"It means she's um,I'll tell you later." Reese replied, appearing intimidated.
"Actually Harold is not whipped,he can do whatever he wants. I just worry next time he does legwork he'll get injured or worse." I reply as i finished getting dressed.
"I will be fine baby girl. I er found them,John you can look now. I have the new number." Harold announced.
"Okay baby boy,I'm gone. Kick ass and save bitches.. just kidding." I joked,kissing my boyfriend's cheeks.
"Stop using so much profanity,My dear. Hope you win em over." said my boyfriend, not looking away from the photos and things of the latest poi.
"Like I said WHIPPED, Mr. Finch." said Reese.
"I heard that!"