“Damn, where the hell did I put it?” The sound of the drawers opening and closing was the thing that caught you attention as you looked up from your magazine, a small smirk playing at your lips. You knew what he was looking for. “Y/N, love - Have yeh seen my embroidered blouse? The black one.” Harry asked, not even bothering to look at you as he continued rummaging through the drawers to find his beloved shirt.
“You’ve got plenty of embroidered shirts - I’m sure it wouldn’t be too big of a problem finding something else to wear.” You hummed, fingering at a button on your shirt. To be a little more specific - Harry’s shirt. The one he was currently frantically looking for.
“I know, but I jus’ wanna wear tha’ one today! I wore the white one the other day so I wanna wear the black one today.” Harry groaned frustratedly, reaching up to scratch at the back of his neck. “I swear I ironed it last night and put it right here.” He gestured to the second drawer before moving onto the closet.
“You’re going out to lunch?”
“With the boys?”
“Yep. I promise I’ll be back soon - Plus, I haven’t had lunch with the gang in a while. I asked if you wanted to come..”
“I know, bu-” Harry’s phone began ringing, cutting you off abruptly. He pulled it out from his back pocket and sighed slightly.
“Niall!” Harry answered the call, pressing the phone in between his ear and shoulder while he quickly went through the closet. “Yeah, I’ll be there in a bit. Ten minutes, tops- Yes, I know I’m always late, but I jus’ need t’ find my-” Harry turned around, about to ask you to help him find the shirt before he blanked.
Your were on your knees at the foot of the bed, fingers already undoing the buttons on his shirt you were wearing. You bit your lip, reaching out and tugging Harry closer, a smirk plastered on your face when you noted how dazed he looked with his eyes wide and his lips parted.
“I can always give you your shirt, but.. You sure you don’t wanna stay home with me?” You purred quietly, sliding your hand up his arm slowly. Harry’s cheeks were already a little pink, his free hand already creeping its way down to cup your bum. You could hear Niall’s voice over the phone, asking continuously why Harry wasn’t speaking.
“Hey, Ni? I’m gonna need to take a raincheck on lunch today.”
🌹 || Saw your eyes today in a memory painted in the sky.
You smiled and said to me, “a love like this can never truly die.” So now the show’s over and I’ve got to disguise the thing I’ve become.
I only wish I could stop laughing!
I grin because the joke is on them this time!
They don’t have a clue.
Calm consumes me.
I immerse myself in sick reflection…
I shut my eyes and once again the pleasure shackles me.
I taste the tears of sweet indulgence, pain and fantasy.
Oh, the visions inside my head…
The emptiness will haunt you… || 🌹