"Don't you think you've taken enough pictures of me?" you laughed as you put your hands over your face, "Take pictures of the city. It's a lot prettier than me." You and Jack had decided to enjoy some free time before he had to be back for a sound check at the venue, stopping at a bench to sit down.
"No," he immediately grabbed your hands and took yet another picture of you, "You're the only thing I want to take pictures of."
"Why though?"
"Because I want to remember this.. you being here with me."
You knew it meant a lot to him, and how he struggled not seeing you months on end. And now, seeing him so happy and relaxed brought a smile to your face.
You sighed, getting up from where you sat next to him and placed yourself on his lap, rubbing your hands through his soft curls and pressing your lips to his.
"I love you, Jackman Thomas Harlow." You say, going to kiss him again.
He smiled at the use of his full name and went to take another picture, but before he could you pushed his hand out the way, making him give his full attention to the kiss.
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Jack Harlow Imagines
Fanfictionimagines/ blurbs about Jack Harlow. i'm new to this please bare with me :) feel free to message me any ideas! may start writing for urban.
