harry imagine

Imagine you’re on your way to the beach with your boyfriend, Harry.  You know you’re close because you can smell the salt water in the air. You look over at him and smile. He’s humming to himself, and bopping his head along with the music as he does so his curls are just bouncing adorably.
“You seem excited,” you say to him, and he turns to look at you.
“I am,” he says, his smile growing wider, “I love the beach.” He pulls up to the beach’s parking lot and you get out when the car stop. You watch him lay the blanket that you had bought down on the sand.
You cuddle into him as you both look out into the waves. It was such a beautiful day. You hadn’t planned on going to the beach, but you couldn’t help yourself. You tilt your head up and press your lips into his cheeks. You feel his cheeks rise under your lips, and you know he’s smiling. Soon, his lips are plastered against yours. Your eyes are closed and your hands are pulling at his hair, you can’t feel anything but Harry on top of you and the sand below you. All you hear is the waves as the beat against the shore, and the soft moans escaping your lips.
Before you know it, it’s drawing dark, and you and Harry are cuddled up under the blanket, holding on to each other to keep warm. Your clothes are somewhere at your feet and the only thing you’re thinking about is how lucky you both are that people rarely go to the beach at 5 pm on Tuesdays