One Direction Imagines and Preferences Book 3

#389 It's Cold Outside - harry

Harry:

You couldn't even see the other end of the street through the quickly-falling snow. It covered everything within sight with a thick, white layer of cold. You close the blinds again, letting a quiet sigh escape your pink lips, your plans of Christmas-shopping ruined. It looked like you would just have to go another day.

"You know, you could always spend the day in bed with me." Harry's sleepy voice spoke from underneath the mound of blankets he was beneath. He rolled over, his green eyes staring into yours, a smirk on his face, and a content sigh escaping his lips as you crawled into his warm and inviting arms.