New York, New York
Just spat this out, so there’s no proof reading or anything. Hope you guys like it!
This one is about rediscovering what you love in someone.
babe.” Harry told you as he grabbed his wallet, the key to your hotel room
and his shades, hand running through his long hair before popping a beanie over
it as you watched his languid movements.
He was clad in Packers gear, the green hoodie paired with a bright green beanie, hair curling around his ears, a coat on top and his long toned legs clad in his usual black skinny jeans, his tan boots giving him even more leverage over you. You draped your scarf around your neck while you stared at him, eyes roaming the length of his body and fixing on the way his green eyes stood out to you because of all the green on his outfit.
Harry was in a mood, that you were sure of. Not really up for talking, lips in a tight line, frown on his forehead and eyes dark like a storm and you understood that just from looking at his demeanor. You weren’t in a mood to talk yourself. In fact, if it were up to you, you two would be cuddled back in bed, clothes nowhere near your body as you two got reacquainted with each other’s body’s again. You didn’t get to do that, unfortunately.
With work stuff and your individual lives as busy as ever, you two hadn’t had the time to just be together for a while. You got in for work at 8am and got back home at 7, when Harry was just about leaving for an event or something of the sort. Along with that, the studio sessions and meetings took over his day and when he got back home, usually at some ungodly hour, when it was almost close to the time you needed to be up to start your day, you were sound asleep, head buried deep into his pillow and a hand clutching into the shirt of his you decided to wear to bed as a way of keeping him close, even when he wasn’t within reach.
Harry was disgruntled and haunted by the vision, no matter where he was. At the studio, singing his heart out until his voice was hoarse and tired, his skin prickling and heart heavy on his chest from how much he missed you. During an event, when all he wanted was to have you in his arms, to make the boring speeches and excessive amount of rubbing elbows with important people a little more bearable. Every hour, of every day, he was missing you, no matter where he was and what he was doing.