Harry Styles Imagines

Simplicity

"Isn't it beautiful?"

I turn my head to face him.

Harry's looking out at the lake, a dorky little closed smile on his face, his messy hair lightly blowing with the wind. He's wearing his jacket with the fur in the hood.

"What?"

He breaks his gaze and his eyes meet mine. Although its been 3 months, 3 months we've been officially together, I still get butterflies whenever he looks at me.

He's breathtakingly beautiful.

"All of this."

I unwillingly peel my eyes away from him and take in my surroundings.

Autumn leaves everywhere, some floating on the lake, around our feet, crackling along the concrete with the wind. Orange, yellow, red. The crisp smell of nature.

"All of this.." he repeats, placing his hand on my knee, sending chills through my entire body. I'll never get used to Harry.

He's still staring absentmindedly at the park, like a happy child. I just stare at him.

"Autumn..the lake..the colors.."

I watch his lips as they lazily move.

"You."

He turns his head slowly, his perfect teeth showing, dimples sinking in.

I look down and smile, blushing from his words.

His hand touches my chin, lifting my head to look at him. Before I know it, his lips are pressed to mine. Gentle but passionate, soft but hard at the same time. I lose my thoughts and melt into him, he's taken over me completely.. I'm his. I belong to Harry, and I still can't believe it.