Imagine... Harry found this Witty Profiles account. The boys

   Imagine...
              Harry found this Witty Profiles account. The boys and I were still on tour. I didn't use this Witty account very much anymore, just to talk to a few fans who found out it was really me. Otherwise, I would just go back and read the old quotes and reminisce over the old days, and smile because my wildest dream had come true. Harry and I had been out for most of the day with the other boys, sight seeing, shopping and just enjoying their time off. Once we got back to our hotel rooms, I put my stuff down and turned to Harry as I said, "I'm gonna take a shower." He kissed my forhead and said, "Take your time, sweetheart." As I went into the bathroom, Harry grabbed my computer and opened it, he knew I wouldn't mind if he used it. The background was a silly selfie of us making weird faces. He easily typed in the password, knowing it by heart, then he proceeded to open Google Chrome so he could check his email. I had Google Chrome set to automatically open to the last viewed page, which happened to be this Witty account. He looked at it, a bit confused, read my bio, then proceeded to read the quotes. He read the imagines, the rants, the list of our similarities, and the random thoughts. He was on page 8 of 15 when I came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, water dripping from my hair. I walked over beside him, to look over his shoulder, then I said, "Oh my gosh..." He looked up at me, I blushed and asked, "How'd you find this?" He simply said, "I opened Chrome and it was just there." I grimmaced slightly, "You didn't read it, did you...." then I looked at the page numbers, "...Oh, you did." He reached out and wrapped one hand around my waist, pulling me down until I was sitting on the edge of the bed next to him, "You're an amazing writer, I can't believe you came up with all these different scenarios. Even more amazingly, you've talked about us as if you really did know us. Everything written in here is exactly like we would say or do it." He kissed my cheek then said, "I love that you had this imagination, this perfect world, but most of all I'm glad it came true for you." I turned to face him, looking into his green eyes, I gently kissed him, then I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against his as I whispered, "I love you. Thank you for making my wildest dream come true." He quietly whispered back, "Thank you for making me happy, I love you more."