a concept: harry walking in on you in one of his shirts (that reach your mid-thigh and make him absolutely crazy) dancing around the room lazily to 'sign of the times'; standing against the doorframe with that small fucking cocky side-grin.
imagine h coming home to you belting sign of the times off the top of your lungs. then he just sort of watches you lovingly/amusingly and you get caught off guard when he starts clapping obnoxiously. that goes to say; there’s a bit of teasing on his end but he assures you it’s nothing to be embarrassed of since he’s just so happy you love his song.. and it prompts you to ask when you’d get to have a listen at the album to where he just smiles and tells you to wait like everyone else.
my mom walked into my room and found me dancing obnoxiously to sott and it wasn’t like i was naked or anything so idk why i felt so exposed lol i could only imagine what harry would think if he caught me doing what i was doing 😪
Seems to be a popular occurrence/daydream. ;) x
Maybe you’d played it cool when he first let you have a listen. Or maybe you were so proud that was all you were able to convey – that pride – and he’d been chuffed with that but he hadn’t really been able to gauge what you thought of the song as a song. Would you listen to it on your own? Would you turn it up on the radio if it came on? Would you like it if it wasn’t his?
So when he finds you swaying to it? Wearing one of his shirts after a long. long night between the two of you while cooking breakfast (cause maybe it came on the radio and you had, in fact, turned it up), he just… stops. He commits this moment to memory. It’s unfiltered. It’s honest. It’s a glimpse of what you’d look like if he didn’t know you, but he’s damn glad that he does, cause how could he miss out on this?
And when your eyes finally land on him and you nearly jump three feet in the air from how badly he’d startled you, he just grins and does the laziest once-over, tilting his head a bit when his gaze lingers on the hem of his shirt. It just needs to lift the tiniest bit higher to give him quite the view, and you think he’s already constructing it in his mind.
“Go away,” you snap. “What are you doing out of bed?”
“You were taking ages,” he says. “Guess I know why.”
You scowl even as he comes over and slides his hands over your waist and sways you gently to the bridge.
“Think m’goin’ to have to thank Nick for playing this one this morning, don’t you?”
“I don’t like you,” you snap, feeling hot from having your own private moment intruded upon.
“No?” His grin betrays how unwounded he is. “No’ even a bit?” He nuzzles your cheek even as you twist away from him. “Just a little?” He smiles as you squirm, whipping your head all around to keep him from being able to land a kiss.
“No,” you say firmly, employing your hand to push against his face. “Harry!” you shriek his name when he manages to kiss your cheek.
“D’you like me yet?” he asks with his mouth still on your face as he makes a puckering sound. “At all?”
You both dissolve into laughter and he pins you to the counter and peppers kisses over your jaw and neck as the song fades out. “Turn that off, will yeh?” he says while holding your face of the radio, which has just started blaring Nick’s voice. “Can’t love on you when he’s chattering in my ear.”