dark night rises

Yacht love.

Authors Note: This was requested, “idk if you are taking requests for Harry sorry for bothering you if you aren’t, but could you write an imagine where the boys and Harry your boyfriend of 3 yrs rented a yacht like they always do and you go on it with them and Harry is being clingy (but in a cute cuddly way constantly holding your hand, arms around you, head on your shoulder,kisses,etc) and he barely even interacts with the boys because he is so drawn to being with you and they call him whipped but he doesn’t care bc he loves y/n.” Here is what I came up with, it is not the best, and it was pretty hard to include the boys’ but I tried. I hope you enjoy. Xx

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At first, you were sceptical about the idea of setting off on a yacht with Harry and his old band mates. Their hiatus has been a prolonged hiatus, lasting the last four and a half years, all of them going off and doing their own thing, starting families, starting solo music careers, living the life they all individually want.

It took a lot of convincing for you to agree to the outing, not for any reason but the fact that the boys’ have no reunited all together for anything other than music events as solo artists. They have cheered each other on from the sidelines, but never have they all hung out at once for anything other than music, there is always some sort of issue when a social gathering is brought up.

They decided to rent a yacht like old times, when things weren’t so rough, when they weren’t off doing their own things, they’d rent out a yacht and breathe, they’d have a few drinks, throw around some banter, and laughs. It was more of a ‘Boys’ outing more than anything. But, since Niall declared he was bringing his girlfriend, you gave in and complied.

You relax on the sun deck, soaking in the sun for a sun-kissed tone, Niall’s girlfriend doing the same as the boys’ do only God knows what, probably causing havoc below deck.

You feel the sun fade away, a shadow casting over you as you open your eyes, your boyfriend of three years standing over you, blocking the sun. “You are blocking the sun.” You comment, sitting up and lifting your sunglasses to rest on the top of your head, a habit that Harry managed to rub off on you.

“Mhm, you goin’ to lie here all day?” He raises a brow, smirking as you take the moment to admire his shirtless body, his toned abs, and his tattoo covered skin.

You shrug, a small grin etching on your lips, “maybe, you going to stand in the sun all day?”

“Maybe.” He smiles, leaning down and kissing you sweetly, the two of you being interrupted by a row of cheering. “Damnit,” Harry mumbles against your lips, moving away from you. You glance over and notice the boys joining on the sun deck, beers in their hands, sunglasses on heads.

“Did all of you copy the trend of wearing glasses on your head?” You question, “They are meant to cover your eyes.” You playfully fool around with them as they scatter around on the other sunchairs.

“Yes, Harry is the only one to wear sunglasses on his head.” Niall nods, gesturing to Harry as he continues to stand over you, obstructing the sun from your body.

“Harry, can I have the sun back, please?” You gaze up at him. With a sigh, he nods, sitting down at the end of your sunchair wanting to be close to you.

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I went to Florence, there’s this cafe, on the banks of the Arno. Every fine evening, I’d sit there and order a Fernet Branca. I had this fantasy, that I would look across the tables and I’d see you there, with a wife and maybe a couple of kids. You wouldn’t say anything to me, nor me to you. But we’d both know that you’d made it, that you were happy.

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