Imagine wearing the red jersey Harry had for wembley. The moment he sees you in it, especially with his last name stretched across your back he completely loses his mind
He closes the distance between the both of you instantly, pressing his chest flush against your shoulders and pulling you tightly against him from behind. His hands grip your hips anchoring you to him so closely that you can feel the heat radiating right through the fabric of the jersey. His breath catches against your neck deep and undone "You look entirely too good in my name" his voice thick with desire😫🥵
OHHHHHH MY FUCKING GODDKJNFBHHUJDNFBHHEJDNBH BITCHHHHFBVJIFNVHIJ
















