A Collection of Imagines

Harry

Falling Asleep

He's doing really well. Not like I didn't expect him to, but everyone doesn't do that well in their first movie. I mean I didn't. Or at least I didn't think so. I didn't start off with Christopher Nolan.

I can't tell if she likes it yet. When she found out I was in a movie, she wanted to see it really badly. I guess she didn't think I was the acting type, considering my never ending tours. She's the real actor here and that's what I'm so nervous for her to be seeing me in such a serious film.

The story is amazing. I love how they don't romanticized the war. Although, he does play a massive douche.

I check in on her every now and then. She has been curled up beside me for the duration of the movie. Her head on my chest and her legs mixed with mine, eyes blinking away. She's becoming less and less talkative as we reach the late hours of the night.

He's so not though. Even when he's playing an asshole. The way he yells at others is surprisingly attractive. The way his nose flares when he curses makes me shift next to him.

She moves next to me, which catches my attention. When I look down at her, she can barely keep her eyes open. She looks so cute falling asleep. However, I know she's not dosing off because of the movie. She was so excited to watch it. She did have a long day.

So many questions arrive in my head, like how long did he have to be in the water? Did he like being in a movie that told a valuable piece of English history? What was it like to work with Christoper Nolan? But nothing escapes my mouth.

I think back to set and how me and Finnen went to a pub in Los Angeles right after. I walked in thinking that he and I will have a few beers and go to the hotel. But then I caught sight of a beautiful waitress behind the bar and I stayed for hours, even after Finn left. I was trying to get the courage to talk to her. I was hoping she would know who I was and come up to me, but the only thing that she did was make my drinks like I was just an everyday person. That's why I knew I needed to get to know her. It wasn't until a few years when I would meet her again at a premiere for her first movie. Turns out she's now a highly paid actress and a big name. Then and only then did I get the balls to talk to her. Now she's here in my house on the hill, sleeping in my lap. Oh lord. She's asleep. I literally laugh aloud when I find her fast asleep on top of me.

I really like him you know. He's like a hidden jewel buried deep under a shit ton of assholes. Ha, I don't know what I am talking about.

I turn off the TV and stare down at her. She looks so perfect there. Like she belonged there. I move the strands of hair away from her face. So beautiful. Just like when I first saw her behind the bar.

I feel my body being elevated and pressed hard into his body. My eyes fly open. I didn't realize I fell asleep. God, I feel awful that didn't stay awake long enough to see the rest of his movie.

I walk closer to my bedroom with her in my arms. Something about this feels right. Me, barefoot, capris and a band-tee with messy hair and her, wrapped in a shaggy blanket, close to my heart. Just us, standing there in the hallway, late at night. I felt like somehow I was protecting her, guarding her from the rest of the world when she is truly and utterly vulnerable.

He stops in his pursuit and I have never been in such a place of tranquility. He was standing there, holding me. I felt like my problems were non-existent. He had healed me from my pain just by holding me in his hallway.

I softly place her down on my king size bed, trying not to wake her. She falls to her side, still facing me. Her peaceful expression lures me to be by her side.

I feel the mattress dip next into me. I feel his breath on my face. It's staggered like he's nervous. Which made me slightly panic and I open my eyes. Catching his gaze.

Her eyes blaze open into mine. She's distraught for some reason. So I do what I thought was right in the moment. "It's ok, I'm here now. You're alright."

The words he said to me make me relax. Why is he comforting me like this? Can he care for me as much as I care for him? The room fell silent. No other words need to be spoken.

She relaxes and so do I. She moves closer to me, which makes my heart race. Her nose is placed centimeters from mine. I can't believe she's this close to me. I can clearly see every freckle on her face. Every eyelash. Every beauty mark. Her eyes slowly close when I bring my hand up to her face. The skin of her cheek feels softer than it looks. We both fall asleep here under the satin covers of my protected paradise.