Harry Imagines

A Serious Question

This imagine is not mine. All credit goes to the original owner.

"Have you ever fallen in love?" Harry asked looking up at you. He was lying down with his head on your lap, as you ran your fingers through his soft chocolate curls, feeling them slip through your fingers.

"I don't know," you replied, looking down.

"Do you ever want to?" he questioned, as his emerald eyes glinted, staring at you. You took in a deep sigh, and shut your eyes.

"I don't know that either," you replied. He got off you, sitting right next to you, placing a hand on your cheek, as his eyes looked into yours.

"You're pretty," he whispered as he leaned closer.

"Yeah right," you said shyly, your cheeks blushing. "How do you know you're in love?" you asked curiously.

"You feel it in here," he smiled, placing a hand on his chest. "Your heart flutters. You think about the person again and again. That person consumes your thoughts. She makes you feel like holding her in your arms, protecting her, never letting her go," he smiled, dimples showing.

"Who is she?" you asked with amusement hinting in your voice.

"You," he grinned widely.

"In that case," you whispered softly leaning closer to him, your lips an inch apart. Immediately, he crashed his lips with yours, as fireworks, and sparks emitted. Your tummy turned butterflies as he entangled his hands lightly in your hair, pulling you closer. He pulled back, his forehead leaning on yours.

"I love you," he said in his raspy voice.

"I love you too," you giggled.

"I just love it when you giggle, Baby," he said. You smiled, blushed, and looked away. He put two fingers under your chin, turning your face toward his. "And you're even cuter when you do that."