Imagine you’re waiting backstage for your boyfriend to finish his set so you can surprise him. His band mates flew you over because he was annoying them with his bad moods. You pace his dressing room anxiously, waiting to see Harry for the first time in months. As you hear the last song of the set finish you get ready to see him. He walks into his dressing room looking down at the ground, upset, but he looks up when you clear your throat. He smiles and you run into his arms, your lips connection in a passionate embrace. This is how you dreamed it would be. <3
