You were the love of Harry’s life the moment he met you. He was a die hard lover man despite his wealth and high status. He was all for romantic gestures and sweet little dates. Of course he’d take you shopping and fancy holidays- but mostly he liked to love you quietly, at home in his $12 million dollar mansion.

Now he’s sat as he reads a book, your knees up by his side as you scroll on your phone. It’s silent, but the edge of his forefinger is gently rubbing against your bare knee, his big veiny hands gently rubbing over your skin so tenderly it’s melting your heart.