One Direction Imagines

harry-we'd never do that

I sit across from him taking all of him in. His soft pink lips. His forest green eyes. His gorgeous curly hair. The way he bites the inside of his cheek softly when he's concentrating. The way he furrows his brows when he reads over what he's wrote. He's gorgeous, and I can't believe that he's mine.

"You're looking at me," he says without lifting his eyes from the pencil and paper.

"I am," I respond.

"Why are you looking at me?"

"Because you're handsome."

His eyes lift from the paper and looks me in mine. He gives me a small smile and shakes his head returning to his work. He's writing a new song for Ariana Grande's album. I know it is going to be great, but he's never satisfied with his work, even when I think it's amazing.

"What's your inspiration?" I ask.

"Huh?"

"When you write your songs. What inspires you to write?" I ask again.

"I don't know. It just depends. I'll see something walking down the street or I'll watch something on TV. I don't know, love, it just comes to me. Except for right now..." He sighs.

"Oh," I say. "I'm sorry." And his eyes return to his paper. And I return to myself. There's not much to sidetrack Harry when he's in his artistic mode. He's determined and focused. He's hardworking and careful... And he's so goddamned sexy.

We're at his house in the study. He didn't want me to come here with him, but of course I did. I promised I would be quiet and I wouldn't be a distraction, but it's so hard with Harry. I just look at him and my heart leaps. I always want to be with him. I always want to see him, hear him, feel him.

"So what type of song are you writing? A dance song? Breakup song? Love song?" I ask killing the silence.

"It's a love song, y/n."

"Oh. Well how do you find inspiration for a love song just walking down the street or seeing something on TV?" I ask.

"Well, ironically, my inspiration is distracting me right now. And considering this is fairly important I wish the distraction would stop," Harry says pointedly.

"That doesn't make much sense," I say oblivious not understanding what he's really saying until he raises and eyebrow up at me.

"Oh! I'm distracting you?" I gasp.

"Jeez, y/n!"

"Well, I didn't know I was such a huge distraction, I guess I'll just be going then!" I roll my eyes lifting from the chair muttering a few profanities before slamming the door.

I walk into the living room not really knowing what to do with myself. I had come over to spend the day with Harry considering it was one of the scarce moments we had time to spare for each other when we weren't both working, but he's still basically working. I sit on the couch huffing and complaining to myself when a thought occurs to me... Harry said I was his inspiration. That I was the person that gave him that incentive behind every great love song. I was it for him.

That's one of the sweetest things Harry had ever said to me. Hell, that was one of the sweetest things anyone had ever said to me. I smile as I cross the living room back to the study thinking about what he said. I feel the overcoming need to hug him; to kiss him. I reach my hand out to turn the knob when I realize something else: Harry also said I was a distraction...
I'm not mad at him anymore, not really.
But I do think I owe it to him to let him have his peace and finish his song. I would just have to wait and suffer until it's finish and I can hear it. With nothing else to do, though, I decide it's probably best for me to go home. There was really nothing for me to do here.

I pick up my purse from the living room and head to the door. Before leaving, I decide to leave Harry a note telling him that I've gone home. I grab a small piece a scrap paper and take a pen out from my purse.