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"Harry"
"Hi"
"Look I know I understand why you worried but I'll be fine"
"Let me talk"
"Okay"
"Look I love you y/n and I know that this is your dream I love that you want to help others I know that you have had many opportunities to go to other countries and help them but you have stayed for me"
"Yeah"
"I know that I'm being selfish and that you have the right to do whatever you want I'm just scared of what could happen to you"
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Strong Pt.33 "Harry" "Hi" "Look I know I understand why you worried but I'll be fine" "Let me talk" "Okay" "Look I love you y/n and I know that this is your dream I love that you want to help others I know that you have had many opportunities to go to other countries and help them but you have stayed for me" "Yeah" "I know that I'm being selfish and that you have the right to do whatever you want I'm just scared of what could happen to you" #harrystylesimagine #harryimagine #onedirectionimagines #harrystylesimagines #1dimagines

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Explore prettystxles's Instagram 10. Nude.
“Why didn’t you draw her face?” Carson asked.
“Her face isn’t important.” Harry said.
“Why not, Harry?”
“Because it doesn’t matter what her face looks.”
“And her body matters?”
“I did what the weird looking guy told me to do, fucking hell. Not everything needs to have a deeper meaning.”
“If you had more time would you have drawn her face?”
“I don’t fucking know.”
“Think about it for a moment.”
“I guess.”
“You guess what?”
“That if I had more time I would have drawn her face.”
“Next time, start with the face.”
“There will be no next time.”
“There will be. Next Thursday at 8.” 1433700450385672001_1719526544

10. Nude. “Why didn’t you draw her face?” Carson asked. “Her face isn’t important.” Harry said. “Why not, Harry?” “Because it doesn’t matter what her face looks.” “And her body matters?” “I did what the weird looking guy told me to do, fucking hell. Not everything needs to have a deeper meaning.” “If you had more time would you have drawn her face?” “I don’t fucking know.” “Think about it for a moment.” “I guess.” “You guess what?” “That if I had more time I would have drawn her face.” “Next time, start with the face.” “There will be no next time.” “There will be. Next Thursday at 8.”

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Explore harryzfrog's Instagram I LOVE HIM OMG 1433697674091167704_3178577361

I LOVE HIM OMG

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Explore louis_is_bae_bitches's Instagram Sorry if I scared you with my UGLY ASS FACE. 
I'll delete this later😊 (Sorry if I also ruined your feed)

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Sorry if I scared you with my UGLY ASS FACE. I'll delete this later😊 (Sorry if I also ruined your feed) #harrystyles #louistomlinson #liampayne #niallhoran #zaynmalik #harrystylesimagines #louisimagine #liamimagines #niallimagines #zaynmalikimagines

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Explore runawayimagination's Instagram Pt. 127
Harry was early for our date which didn't surprise me but was still frustrating seeing as I wasn't ready yet. I spent over an hour just picking out what I was going to wear, then another hour on my hair and makeup. I wanted to look as close to perfect as I could for him so I made him wait downstairs a little longer as I put the finishing touches on my look. I had a million fantasies about this moment and I wanted it to be flawless so I took my time then joined him in the living room fifteen minutes after he told me when to be read. "Damn...that was worth the wait." He mumbled as he turned to watch me walk down the stairs. He looks me up and down with a smirk that made me blush and smile back. "I didn't know what we were doing so I didn't know how to dress." I told him honestly as I grabbed my coat and purse off the hook by the door. "This is...perfect." He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek then lead me outside where his mum's car was sitting in the driveway. "Where are we going?" I asked as he held the passenger door open to me. "Relax, I've got everything planned, just trust me." He quick went around to the other side and started the engine, flicking on the radio but keeping it quiet enough that we could still talk. He distracted me by asking a million questions about me, everything from my favorite color to my funniest memory from my childhood. It wasn't a super long drive but it gave us time to start the night off laughing and holding hands over the middle console. Then eventually he pulled into the parking lot of a grocery store and got out, running around to open my door for me. "This is...romantic?" I teased as we walked around the store with a basket. "Don't judge me just yet." He retorted, tossing some candy in the plastic basket. "Pick some stuff out, whatever you want." We both picked out a bunch of snacks and sweets then when we got out to the car Harry tossed it all in a backpack he had hidden in the backseat. "What is up your sleeve, Harold?" I asked as I watched him over the back of my seat, catching his dimpled smile that he tried to hide in his shoulder. He still wouldn't tell me what was up as we drove to a nearby pizza place.
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Pt. 127 Harry was early for our date which didn't surprise me but was still frustrating seeing as I wasn't ready yet. I spent over an hour just picking out what I was going to wear, then another hour on my hair and makeup. I wanted to look as close to perfect as I could for him so I made him wait downstairs a little longer as I put the finishing touches on my look. I had a million fantasies about this moment and I wanted it to be flawless so I took my time then joined him in the living room fifteen minutes after he told me when to be read. "Damn...that was worth the wait." He mumbled as he turned to watch me walk down the stairs. He looks me up and down with a smirk that made me blush and smile back. "I didn't know what we were doing so I didn't know how to dress." I told him honestly as I grabbed my coat and purse off the hook by the door. "This is...perfect." He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek then lead me outside where his mum's car was sitting in the driveway. "Where are we going?" I asked as he held the passenger door open to me. "Relax, I've got everything planned, just trust me." He quick went around to the other side and started the engine, flicking on the radio but keeping it quiet enough that we could still talk. He distracted me by asking a million questions about me, everything from my favorite color to my funniest memory from my childhood. It wasn't a super long drive but it gave us time to start the night off laughing and holding hands over the middle console. Then eventually he pulled into the parking lot of a grocery store and got out, running around to open my door for me. "This is...romantic?" I teased as we walked around the store with a basket. "Don't judge me just yet." He retorted, tossing some candy in the plastic basket. "Pick some stuff out, whatever you want." We both picked out a bunch of snacks and sweets then when we got out to the car Harry tossed it all in a backpack he had hidden in the backseat. "What is up your sleeve, Harold?" I asked as I watched him over the back of my seat, catching his dimpled smile that he tried to hide in his shoulder. He still wouldn't tell me what was up as we drove to a nearby pizza place. (👇🏻👇🏻)

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9. Nude. Harry's drawing.

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Explore z_texting's Instagram Strong Pt.32
Which side are y'all on? Who is right harry or y/n?
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Strong Pt.32 Which side are y'all on? Who is right harry or y/n? #harrystylesimagines #1dimagines #onedirectionimagines #harryimagine #harrystylesimagine

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Explore fantasizingstyles's Instagram Y/n sat on the bed, knees drawn to her chest as she watched him sleep. The small puffs of breath he took, the soft curls that messily framed his face, it all brought a small smile to her lips as she gently swept his hair away. She loved him.  More than anything. But her smile faded and was replaced by a single tear as she pulled her hand away. He was leaving today, and as much as she tried to convince herself he was just going away to work, she knew he wasn't. He was going to see her, his secret that wasn't a secret at all. She could smell the faint rose scent that lingered on his clothes and luggage everytime he came back home. The faded pink marks on his back that she wished she could unsee . The first time she convinced herself it was nothing. But as the trips became longer and more often, the scent and the marks became undeniable. Y/n carefully slid off of the bed trying not to wake him, her tears silently falling as she walked into the bathroom. The second the door clicked closed, she fell apart. What was wrong with her that he had to go to another woman? What was she giving him that she wasn't? Was she prettier? Skinner? The thought had Y/n staring at the shell of herself in the mirror. Her hair was messy, eyes and cheeks puffy and red. There wasn't anything she saw that was desirable. Another tear fell as she studied the woman who used to be his one and only for years. The one who he used to hate leaving alone for even a day. She faintly smiled remembering the times he would call her just seconds after walking out of the door, pouting because he already missed her. She cherished those memories because they didn't happen anymore. Y/n took a deep breath, grabbing a handful of tissues to blot away her tears. As much as she wished she could keep him from going, she knew she couldn't and no amount of tears she cried in the bathroom would change anything. The only thing she could do was pack his bags and hope he'd come back like always. The thought made her look down at the shirt she was wearing. The oversized button down drowning her entire figure. It was her favorite shirt of his, one she would usually keep while he went away. 👇 1433676944750196937_3588300494

Y/n sat on the bed, knees drawn to her chest as she watched him sleep. The small puffs of breath he took, the soft curls that messily framed his face, it all brought a small smile to her lips as she gently swept his hair away. She loved him.  More than anything. But her smile faded and was replaced by a single tear as she pulled her hand away. He was leaving today, and as much as she tried to convince herself he was just going away to work, she knew he wasn't. He was going to see her, his secret that wasn't a secret at all. She could smell the faint rose scent that lingered on his clothes and luggage everytime he came back home. The faded pink marks on his back that she wished she could unsee . The first time she convinced herself it was nothing. But as the trips became longer and more often, the scent and the marks became undeniable. Y/n carefully slid off of the bed trying not to wake him, her tears silently falling as she walked into the bathroom. The second the door clicked closed, she fell apart. What was wrong with her that he had to go to another woman? What was she giving him that she wasn't? Was she prettier? Skinner? The thought had Y/n staring at the shell of herself in the mirror. Her hair was messy, eyes and cheeks puffy and red. There wasn't anything she saw that was desirable. Another tear fell as she studied the woman who used to be his one and only for years. The one who he used to hate leaving alone for even a day. She faintly smiled remembering the times he would call her just seconds after walking out of the door, pouting because he already missed her. She cherished those memories because they didn't happen anymore. Y/n took a deep breath, grabbing a handful of tissues to blot away her tears. As much as she wished she could keep him from going, she knew she couldn't and no amount of tears she cried in the bathroom would change anything. The only thing she could do was pack his bags and hope he'd come back like always. The thought made her look down at the shirt she was wearing. The oversized button down drowning her entire figure. It was her favorite shirt of his, one she would usually keep while he went away. 👇

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