Hardin Scott Imagine

Hardin Scott Imagine! (Hardin x Reader / reader's point of view!)

"Can we please pretend I never said that?" Hardin chuckled, his British accent sounding thick in his voice.

 It's usually never like this. It's never a peaceful night in our apartment where we can just escape from life and it all. 

It's always busy, chaotic, and just stressful with work and everything revolving around the things you need to do in order to maintain a healthy and sustainable lifestyle. I sigh at the thought of having to go to work tomorrow morning. Everything is so calm when it's just Hardin and I, laying in bed, laughing at the stupid things he says to try and impress me.

"Baby, what's on your mind?" His calm voice says, interrupting me from my daydream. 

"Nothing, nothing-" I say, my mind falling out of all the thoughts I was thinking just before. I always do this. I always worry about what's coming next, instead of living in the moment. Living in the moment with Hardin by my side, his bright and beautiful green eyes that always manage to lighten up a room. 

"Okay." He says softly, turning the other way, his back facing my front. I had expected him to argue with me, in attempt for me to say what's going through my mind, but he dropped it. I don't know if it's a good thing that he did, or a bad thing. Either way, I don't care. I just want to be with him. Right now. I want to be with him, and only him. 

I start tracing his back with my finger, feeling the material of his black t-shirt against my skin. How does he always manage to look so good- with just a black t-shirt? He doesn't even need to dress up for me. He looks flawless, all the damn time. I sit up slightly, trying to see his face, and when I do, his eyes are almost closing. He looks tired, even maybe a bit exhausted. 

"You're so cute when you're half asleep like this.." I say, almost whispering. When I lay back down he grunts softly, turning to face me. 

He looks into my eyes, and damn.. I can't get enough of those perfect green eyes. 

"I'm not sleeping, darling. I simply can't." A sly grin plays on his face, and I start to get confused. 

"...What do you mean you can't?" I slightly smile, and he places his hand on my cheek, brushing a strand of my brown hair behind my ear. 

I shiver slightly as his thumb caresses my cheek in a perfect rhythm. "Well, I mean, I'm highly distracted." 

He says calmly, the same grin forming on his face, only now his perfect dimples are more noticeable. I still don't get what he's trying to say, and I just want him to stop playing around and get to the point, even though I may have an idea of what he could be meaning. 

"You, honey. You've made me very, very distracted." He says to me, in a cheeky voice. I giggle and sit up, moving his hand from my face hesitantly.

 "And how's that?" I jokingly ask him. I want to hear him say it. I just want an excuse to see that sexy grin once again. "Well," He begins, sitting up, his back against the headboard and a book that he was reading earlier on his lap. 

"Damn it, babe, you've given me a hard-on." Hardin's cheeks flush, and I giggle at what he just said.

 It's the little things he says, like 'hard-on' that really get to me. Especially with that accent... I just can't get enough of that accent. When I look down to where he's placed the book, I immediately reach over and remove it from his clutch. 

"How 'bout you stick it up your ass instead!" I tease, moving my body over to sit onto his lap. I immediately feel his hardness grow on me, and it makes me shift my body over a little.

 "You love teasing me, don't you?" Hardin lowly growls, and I begin to think it's because of the pressure of me sitting on him, and how his body reacts to it.