[I’m posting this on mobile so I’ll fix the formatting when I get to a computer— hope you enjoy regardless!]
I brushed my fingers over hers, trying to memorize the feeling of her skin. Just like usual, her hands were cold. Maybe it was dumb, but it made me smile. But, my smile quickly turned sour as remembered that soon her hands wouldn’t be mine to warm. Soon all of the little things I knew and loved about her would just be useless facts about a stranger. And that hurt.
All through dinner I tried to seem as normal as I could— I wanted this one last memory with her. Maybe it wasn’t fair, but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t think I’d ever stop loving her.
"Alright, what’s up?" she smiled kindly across from me.
"Hmm?" I asked, looking up from our hands folded on the table.
"Something’s up. What is it?" she raised her eyebrows. That look— oh, I’d miss that look. She could read me like a book.
I sighed a sad smile, looking back to our hands and softly fidgeting with her fingers. I think it made her nervous.
"Harry…" she started, her brows showing a hint of confusion.
Finally I looked back up at her, involuntarily biting my lip as I thought about what I was about to say. I didn’t want to do it, I don’t think I’ll ever have wished for it. But I had to. For me. For her…
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The steam of your apple cider brushed your nose as you held the warm mug close to your body, your eyes intent on the textbook in your lap. Blankets draped around your body, glasses dipped off your face, and soft jazz music swirled through the living room. Sure, it wasn’t the most exciting Friday night, but you figured if you had to stay in studying, wrapping up in a cocoon of warmth and nestling in the corner of your couch was the best way to do it.
Harry had been busy with work all day (all week, really), so you didn’t expect him home until late. You knew he must have been exhausted, but it worked out well for you to have the time alone to study.
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Hi Dear:) My friend Libby is going through a really hard time right now. I was wondering if you could help me with an imagine for her? She and Harry have a special connection and Harry Imagines just make her day. She has brown hair, shes petite, and could you please mention something about the two sharing glutino (gluten free cookies) and chips and salsa? Thank you!! xx
very sweet of you to request for your friend:) here you go— hope she feels better soon! let her know if she ever wants to talk, I’m more than happy to listen and offer encouragement if she’d like<3<3
Hiding things from Harry would be nigh impossible— he’d have this way of just seeing right through you, through your voice, through your short texts back. And as such, he’d know without you even really having to tell him: things were rough and you were hurting. He wouldn’t know quite what to do or say or suggest, but he would know he had to do something.
As soon as he’d tromp in, he’d set the bags down and smother you in the biggest, warmest, most concerned hug. He wouldn’t even speak at first, he’d just hold you for as long as it took to feel your body relax against his. “I love you. No matter what, I love you.” he’d mumble, knowing that it wasn’t nearly enough, but the only thing he’d have to offer. And maybe it wouldn’t fix all the hurt in your life, but in that moment it’d at least dull the pain and help you remember that no matter what, there’s always hope.
Which is exactly what he’d say after pulling away and holding you at arms length, forcing you to look in to his eyes though. “Don’t give up on life, don’t give up on there being good in the world. Don’t give up on yourself, love, don’t do it.” he’d shake his head, the seriousness of his voice making you want to cry. You’d never quite figure out how it was he was so good at pep talks— how every single one seemed genuine and real and true. Because, well, they really were. He was right— there’s always hope, always good, always a reason to go on. No matter the pain or the hurt or the trials, there’s never anything quite so bad that rules out all the things worth going on for. He’d remind you that, yeah, life really sucks sometimes. It has a way of twisting and turning and tossing you in all sorts of directions, but he’d also remind you to never forget that another twist or turn— a good twist or turn— could be just around the bend. And he’d tell you over and over again, "Give it time, love. Time’s really scary, but it’s really cool too. Like, that’s the thing about life. No matter how bad it gets, time will help you forget the bad, and it’ll help you hold on so much tighter to the good. Somebody once told me that and I think it’s really true." And then he’d crack that giggling smile of his, all wide and dimply as it is, and shrug a shoulder. "Besides, I’ve brought all this food and do you know what the best way to spend your time is? Eating." You wouldn’t be able to help but slip a small smile at his silly attempt at humor. And just like that he’d do that special thing he’d always do— mixing seriousness and laughter all up into one. It was just like him to have you stuffed up inside his arms one minute and giggling the next. And that’d be one of the things you love the most.
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Hi again! It's Aria (I don't know if you remember me) Anyways I reblogged your fangirl video (loved it) and your Siblings Sing: Beauty and the Beast. And guy would be Louis since you shipped me with him haha. Thanks <3
well hey there aria! of course I remember you:) thanks so much for reblogging!! glad you liked them! <3
blurb: mornings with louis would be sort of the best and the worst. almost always he'd wake up in a grump of some sort, sleep fogging up every part of his brain that might usually be agreeable. and for much of his life he'd just sort of accepted that and moved on, but once you'd come along, as much as he'd try to stay grumpy and tired, your gentle glares and playful comments would force him to crack a smile. how could he not? as much as he'd want to be stubborn and unyielding, your sass about his bead head or rumpled shirt or stupid groans would make him break into silent chuckles. yep, having you around would make him want to be happy, no matter how early the hour might be:)
Hi!(: My name is Cami(or Cameron) and I reblogged your roadtrip to Disney post c:
thanks, love! :)
(I think you sent this before I posted the new promo post, so I'm writing yours with Niall!) :)
blurb: pretty sure niall would be just too crazy about how similar your interests were-- he'd just love that you'd spend a whole weekend playing video games with him, not caring if the dishes got done or if you ever left the house, except maybe for food. he'd love that you'd be content to lay for ours, his head on your stomach or vice versa, just listening to all your favorite albums over and over again. life with you would just be easy-- easy and fun-- and as such that childish little grin of his wouldn't ever leave:)
