I love him H.S imagines

she is the sun

Synopsis: Harry is depressed but talking about a girl he adores makes him happy.

"So Harry, can you tell me about this girl?"

"What girl?"

"The girl you always speak about...I want you to describe her to me, anything about her I want you to tell me about her."

"Where do I start?"

"That's up to you."

Harry hesitates before shaking his head and looking up at his therapist who's staring at him intently.

"She is the sun..." He starts. "She's the moon, she's the stars, she's everything God put on this Earth and more. She has eyes as bright as a thousand blazing fires that you just want to touch and hold in the palms of your hand on a winter's day. She has lips the colour of strawberries and taste the same too. She's always cold, even on days where you would want to walk around in shorts and a t-shirt, she'd be wrapping herself up in a blanket in the evening. 

We met when we were eighteen so fifteen years ago now. She was a trouble maker at school, couldn't sit still for a second. She hated the idea that we were being forced to sit in a classroom and learn about irrelevant things when everything we needed to know was outside on our front door step.

I was captain of the football team and loved the way she stood up for her beliefs. I was too shy to say anything to anyone that made them upset or angry just like everyone else was, so it was refreshing to see someone speak up for themselves.

I became her tutor for maths and that's how we got closer. She'd ask me all these weird questions and it was actually her that asked me out on a date. I went through a whole rollercoaster of emotions, wondering whether or not it was right for us to date. Imagine if I'd have said no..."

Harry laughs and tries to imagine it but simply can't think of any other life.

"She loves evening walks and hates early mornings, she's always the last one to fall asleep and the first one to wake up.

It use to bother me because I wanted to hold her as she fell asleep in my arms but I could never stay up long enough. I remember asking her if it would be alright for her to fall asleep earlier but she's so stubborn, she replied: "Baby, you're just going to have to stay up a little longer."

She loves animals. She use to beg me to allow us to get a pet dog for our apartment. I knew that if I said yes she would think she could buy the whole pet store so I let her get a fish which she called Trent. I asked her why that name and she said: "Why not that name? I think it's beautiful." She's good at that... seeing the beauty in even the worst of things. 

She has a terrible temper. She use to yell at the TV when things didn't go the way she wanted to or She would yell at girls when we'd go out to pubs and one of them would even blink my way. I love and hate it about her because even I fall under her wrath sometimes. 

I love her. I love her so much my heart hurts. I love the way she laughs at my jokes that aren't even funny. I love the way she dresses with so much confidence and the way she makes me feel confident too. I love that she loves to cuddle me as much as I love to cuddle her and the fact that she sings so loudly in the car you can hear it from outside even with all the windows closed. I love the way she sleeps with her mouth partially opened and her hand resting on my chest so she knows I'm right next to her. I love the way she's interested in everything about someone else and the way she always listens even if she doesn't care. I love her voice and how soothing it is after a long day at work and the feeling of her hands in my hair when we're laying on the couch to watch one of her boring TV shows that she always persuaded me to watch.

I love Y/N and that will never change no matter what I do."

Harry finished his rambling but could have gone on for eternity describing how much this girl meant to him. 

"I can tell she means a lot to you." The therapist said, looking at Harry with sympathetic eyes. 

"Yeah...That's what made it so hard to watch them bury her six feet underground." 

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I'm writing another imagine which is going to be quite long but I was inspired  by something for this one. 

Thank you for reading!

-Clo xx