#britspg

Harry thinks it’s much too early for his alarm to be ringing, but it is, and it’s incessant. He groans, letting out an inaudible sigh while reaching his right arm forward.

His green eyes are still half hooded, curly hair a mess as it sticks out in different directions. He’s shirtless, a pair of boxers the only thing covering him from the waist down. His house is a comfortable warmth, just as he likes it, but that doesn’t mean the comforter isn’t pulled over him and Tam.

Tam, her remembers, has stayed the night once again. It’s become a routine now, and Harry finds himself not minding at all. Not even in the slightest. He finds it nice to turn around and see another body next to him. Someone warm and small, someone curled with her back to him, someone he could easily lean over and wrap his arms around whenever he wanted however long he wanted.

So basically, Harry really doesn’t mind when Tam sleeps over. Not at all.

Harry’s particularly long fingers finally find the off button on the alarm clock, the buzzing coming to a prominent halt. He stifles a yawn while letting his back hit the mattress beneath him, crisp and white sheets welcoming the fall. The green eyed boy sucks in a large breath, exhaling through his nose as he turns his head towards Tam. Harry then turns on his side, letting his fingers find her hip to squeeze gently.

"Tam," he mumbles, voice overwhelmingly deep and filled with sleep. "Tam, wake up, love." she doesn’t stir, only groaning loudly. It’s muffled by the pillow beneath her, but Harry smiles like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard. 

Her steady breathing tells Harry that she has probably fallen back to sleep, but his eyes still stay upon her. 

Tam’s hair is pulled back in a ponytail, though with her tossing and turning it’s loose with strands fallen out completely. She’s wearing one of his shirts, and he loves that, even if it’s a little too big for her. Her legs are bent at the knees, and she’s practically curled up in a ball. Small, warm, and his. 

Completely, one-hundred percent his. 

And as his eyes all but form heart shapes he doesn’t even realize it’s snowing. It’s fucking snowing outside and Harry doesn’t even notice.

He only notices when a large pile of it topples off of the roof, making a loud thud noise outside of the bedroom window. Harry blinks hard, and a few moments later he sees the small white flurries fall from the sky. 

"Tam," Harry pushes again, pinching her sides a few more times before she moves around underneath the comforter. "Tam, love, it’s snowing." and finally Tam opens her eyes. 

"Snowing?" he nods. Though her eyes are barely open her face warms with a broad smile. Her cheeks are a rosy pink and all Harry wants to is kiss them until they lose their color. 

"Then why are we still in bed?" Tam whispers, and Harry is impressed by her second wind as she practically jumps out of bed. The boy lets his eyes close, a sleepy and lopsided smile pulling at his pink lips before Tam calls him from across the room. 

By now they’re outside, a field of white surrounding them. Tam's cheeks are still red, though brighter than before. There's a checkered scarf wrapped around her neck, a puffy winter coat keeping her warm. Her mittens are a bit too large for her delicate hands, a pair of his sweatpants hanging from her legs that he's found at the bottom of the closet. She's kneeling on the ground, hands molding the snow that has already fallen to the gray lined sky.

It was Harry's idea to put together a snowman. He's walking back outside, accessories in hand: one of his knitted beanies for a hat, two discarded buttons for eyes, a carrot for a nose, and a scarf to pull everything together. Harry doesn't do things halfway, and as Tam looks up to him, smile wider than he has ever seen, he doesn't think he's seen anything so perfect in his life.

He's in love, he thinks, more in love than he's ever been in his life.

Girls have come and gone, some for real and some for the ride, the adventure, but Tam is nothing like them. She makes him happier than he's ever been, and part of him wonders if she knows that.

And Harry wonders if it's true love that has blinded him, but when the snowball collides with his face he doesn't even see it coming.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer!"

She's laughing louder than Harry's ever heard, smiling brighter than Harry could ever remember. He's so sure it's love by now.

He's heard stories like this before, that only fools rush in this fast, but as Harry drops everything in his arms and makes a snowball of his own he knows it doesn't matter what everyone thinks, or what they say.

um okay so a little about me...

im 17

i live in ohio

i talk like im british

it really pisses my mom off

i loooooooooooove food!!!!!!!!!

i adore one direction and little mix and ed sheeran and cher lloyd (notice, all british)

also demi lovato and 5sos woo

im telling you i was born in the wrong flipping country!!

ummmmm idk im not good at these things!!!

i really love youtubers???

i cant really make stuff (except outfits.. im really good at that!!)

im friendly and nice and love to meet new people and i'll help you guys out as much as i can in any way that i can bc you are all amazing people and ya :)

niall horan is my spiritual animal

i really have no life so im always on here and im always up for promos or whatever

that's pretty much it i guess!!!! love all you guys seriously youre the best!!!