Harry loves looking at you.
Whether you’re watching something or staring into a view, you’re always in his sight. Be it pictures or in real time, he loves it.
He loves watching you furrow your eyebrows on something you don’t get. On how you laugh when you find something funny that makes him do too. He loves it when you’re annoyed that served as the main reason he teases you playfully.
Harry loves looking at you on how determined you are to prove a point when it’s doubted; when you go straight to his arms the moment you see him and breathe him in.
When the time he looks at you sleeping, under the sheets and eyes closed and lips slightly parted, he’ll savor it in, or maybe even take a picture. He swears that you were the main reason he developed a lot more love for photography since he wants you to be the only focus, something he could see while you’re not beside himz
It hurts him to look at you every time you’re crying, especially when he’s the reason of it. His heart would sink and eyes would look at you in remorse, his fingers going over his rings as a habit when he’s nervous.
So by the time you stop what you’re doing and feel his eyes on you, you’d look at him with a smile on his face, his eyes grateful.
He’ll chuckle, scratching the back of his head before putting a hand on your waist.