But like imagine what it'd be like to text harry whilst he's on tour... I need this in my life 😩
Gurl meh’ too, da’ fuc?… no? okay I’ll leave.
The darkness of the night has already engulfed the baby blue that used to rule in the sky. You’re wrapped in Harry’s purple jumper, already in bed, cuddling with his pillow on its center. His scent is still palpable in the pillowcase, yet inevitably fading away with every deep inhale you take of it.
It’s been two weeks since he went away, and, though it hasn’t been that much time, you can’t help but start noticing his absence and yearning of his company, especially in the night.
Silence prevails in the room. The lingering breeze of air peeking through the half closed window hits your naked legs, contrasting with the warmth of the fabric covering your upper body. Everything seems to be conspiring to get you to fall asleep, but the buzz on your nightstand manages to win over any persistent attempt.
“Pet, are you still awake?”
Any hints of drowsiness are cleaned off of your system when you see the handful of words on display on the screen.
“I can’t believe it! Donald the Duck is texting me!” You answer playfully.
“Yeah… you are… Daisy”
“Did you know Daisy was my all time favourite character?” You giggle to yourself, continuing with the joke.
“You’re ruining my attempt of a cute good night text… :’(”
“I was loving the way this conversation was taking :(”
If there’s something you miss the most about being with Harry face to face, that is teasing him. Playing with him until he gets all bothered and pouty and you have to kiss away the expression insistently.
Doing so over texts isn’t the same, there aren’t any puckered lips to kiss right away.
“Okay, let’s turn a few minutes back in time and restart the conversation”
“What does that even mean, Harreh?” You frown, digging your teeth into your lips to keep you from laughing.
“I’m rewinding the conversation, isn’t it obvious?”
As soon as you see the reply glowing on the screen, you throw your phone to the bed, shaking your head at it. You don’t want to recognise it, but the message has managed to tug the corners of your lips upwards.
“Harry, you’re incredibly extra… I can’t even”
At the other side of the conversation, there’s him, snorting at his humour and wishing to be in front of you, watching the way you roll your eyes at his chuckles but still accept him spreading pecks all over your face.
“Love you! xx“
“Ugh… love you too“
(Know that I might be slow on posting them because I’ve got some other stuff I’m working on, but if you still wanna send them in, I’ll gladly take them!)