I fucking hate it when you’re in such a fantastically giddy mood and then you see one simple little thing that makes you think, “oh” and then you just get this empty feeling in your chest and you get nauseous and the world just crumbles and you want to just lay under a blanket and close your eyes and fall asleep and never wake up.
you know harry is really tall and big and no matter what height or size you are he’d literally just be a giant standing next to you and you’d be little and dwarfed next to him and curled perfectly into his side or under his arm and feel protected and safe and loved and in just this little world where no one but him can touch you and no one would harm you and he’d keep you safe from every little bad thing in life
harry would want control in bed and if he didn’t get that control, he would get really pissed. and his eyes would be focused on nothing but you and his hips would be weighing yours down and his fingers would be locked around your wrists down against the mattress and his face would be red and skin taught and sweaty and he would tell you that if you moved one more fucking time he was going to have to punish you
I just want to get a cute apartment with a cute person and wear nothing but underwear and a big t-shirt or sweater and dance around, cook for each other, make our own movies and record each other while we’re playing, smiling, and laughing, and lay in bed together at night snuggled up warm together so close that we can hear each others pulse.
