One Direction imagines
Isn't She Lovely
(Request: Can you do a story based off Harry singing “Isn’t She Lovely?”)
Your eyes fluttered open, but they were at once enveloped by the darkness of the room, so it was as if they were still closed. The only light came from the red glare of the digital alarm clock that rested on your bed side. You propped yourself up on one shoulder and turned to look at the numbers that illuminated the old, wooden nightstand. You read the time. 3:46 AM. Sighing, you rubbed your eyes and attempted to lie back down and reclaim sleep, shifting carefully and slowly in the bed so as not to wake Harry. Your head met the pillow, and you felt your eyes close…
You awoke again, this time suddenly, to the familiar crying from down the hallway. Groggily, you turned to look at the time again. 4:57 AM.
From the other side of the bed, Harry groaned, and pulling the covers over your head stubbornly, you moaned “Your turn.” Harry groans once more. “Alright, I got it”, he says, and reluctantly and slowly he dragged himself out of bed and down the hallway into the next room.
After a few moments the crying ceases, and you attempted to go back to sleep, but after about ten minutes with little luck, you sighed and climbed out of bed. Walking down the hallway, you peered into the next room. Harry was sitting in a rocking chair in the corner of the room, holding your three week old baby in his arms, quietly humming “Isn’t She Lovely”. You tip-toed into the room quietly, and Harry looked up at you and smiled, and beckoned you over to the chair next him with a nod of his head. You looked across at the small, defenseless child in your husband’s arms.
“He has your eyes”, you whispered. Harry smiled, and leaned over to kiss you. That night, you fell asleep to Harry quietly humming, and the last thing you saw before drifting off to sleep was your little baby smiling, with his hand curled around Harry’s thumb, and Harry’s other hand entwined in yours. xx
Your eyes fluttered open, but they were at once enveloped by the darkness of the room, so it was as if they were still closed. The only light came from the red glare of the digital alarm clock that rested on your bed side. You propped yourself up on one shoulder and turned to look at the numbers that illuminated the old, wooden nightstand. You read the time. 3:46 AM. Sighing, you rubbed your eyes and attempted to lie back down and reclaim sleep, shifting carefully and slowly in the bed so as not to wake Harry. Your head met the pillow, and you felt your eyes close…
You awoke again, this time suddenly, to the familiar crying from down the hallway. Groggily, you turned to look at the time again. 4:57 AM.
From the other side of the bed, Harry groaned, and pulling the covers over your head stubbornly, you moaned “Your turn.” Harry groans once more. “Alright, I got it”, he says, and reluctantly and slowly he dragged himself out of bed and down the hallway into the next room.
After a few moments the crying ceases, and you attempted to go back to sleep, but after about ten minutes with little luck, you sighed and climbed out of bed. Walking down the hallway, you peered into the next room. Harry was sitting in a rocking chair in the corner of the room, holding your three week old baby in his arms, quietly humming “Isn’t She Lovely”. You tip-toed into the room quietly, and Harry looked up at you and smiled, and beckoned you over to the chair next him with a nod of his head. You looked across at the small, defenseless child in your husband’s arms.
“He has your eyes”, you whispered. Harry smiled, and leaned over to kiss you. That night, you fell asleep to Harry quietly humming, and the last thing you saw before drifting off to sleep was your little baby smiling, with his hand curled around Harry’s thumb, and Harry’s other hand entwined in yours. xx
I want one with Harry 18 he is 19 Brown hair curly green eyes ( yes I'm much like Harry.) goes home with Harry it gets hot and we date. Simple. :)
2/28/14