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tobesolonely · 4 years ago

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beekeeper!yn & best friend harry sneak peek :)🐝

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It did not surprise Harry that the sweetest girl he’s ever met (arguably in his entire life) is a beekeeper.

A beekeeper!

He thinks that might be the coolest job title he’s ever heard in his life––he decides it’s even cooler than his own title of “famous person”, as y/n likes to call him.

Harry didn’t mean to fall in love with y/n, but it was hard not to. Her energy is electric––so much so that Harry’s skin feels like it’s on fire when she gives him a cuddle, and his cheeks heat up to the temperature of an oven whenever she compliments him.

Y/n is eccentric and extroverted; loving and gentle. She’s patient. Harry wasn’t sure exactly what it took to become a beekeeper, but he figured you at least had to have all the qualities y/n did to qualify. Maybe even then sum.

It started with Harry admiring her from afar every time he saw her. He’d spend entirely too long fawning over the different apples from the booth across from hers when he was actually just trying to stay in her vicinity for as long as possible. Once he worked up the courage to approach her, it relieved him when they immediately hit it off. She had a voice as sweet as the honey she sold. Harry was captivated! Their friendship quickly went from only seeing each other two days a week, to seeing each other nearly every day, to basically living together. (Harry wasn’t complaining).

Harry always tries to remember the exact moment he realized he liked y/n as more than a friend, but he can never recall it. The truth is, he’s always had feelings for y/n. Anyone with eyes and a brain knew this (except y/n, he supposes). Harry’s known she was the one for him ever since he met her. Sadly, she was fresh out of a relationship with some idiot who had gone and absolutely ripped her heart to shreds, and Harry was just some health nut who visited y/n’s booth at the market every Tuesday and Saturday morning. Their crossing paths were inevitable, but neither one of them ever thought their relationship would blossom into what it has.

Although y/n constantly asks him not to, Harry always clears his schedule every Monday and Friday night so he could spend the evening helping y/n prepare for the farmer’s market the next morning. There was a lot of labeling, and moving boxes, and packing, and double-checking––but Harry loved it! Lived for it, actually. Anything was fun if he was doing it with y/n.

Harry often tried extending his help to work her booth (she could get very busy very quickly, and Harry knew she was easily overwhelmed) but she was a stubborn person who had a hard time accepting help from anyone. So, every Tuesday and Saturday Harry would ride to the farmer’s market before the sun’s up, help set up her booth, then spend the whole four hours the market was open shopping for himself (and walking laps around the park when he needed a break from inspecting pieces of fruit).

When all the other vendors packed up their booths and loaded their trucks, Harry made his way back to y/n to help her do the same. She’d tell him all about the people she spoke to today and all the praises her regulars sang to her as they loaded the car, and Harry could never bite back the smile on his face. She always told him how proud she was of him, but Harry couldn’t even express in words how proud y/n made him. At least, he was afraid he couldn’t do it without telling her he loved her while he was at it. Y/n was incredible, and it always made Harry thrilled whenever she believed it, even if it was just for a while.

The ride back to y/n’s small farm was always Harry’s favorite part of the entire ordeal. The combination of lack of sleep from the night before plus the long day she just had would finally catch up to her, and she’d fall asleep mid-conversation with him. He didn’t mind it one bit––always said it was the most adorable thing he got to witness.

He’d always wake her when they were about ten minutes out from her house because he knew she hated being woken abruptly. Harry would reach over while driving her old, rattly truck (she didn’t care how rich Harry was; he was not allowed to buy her a new car under any circumstances) and gently rouse her from her dreams, promising to make her a nice, warm cup of decaf coffee while she showered. If Harry didn’t have to head out he’d stay for a hot shower and chat with her over a cup of tea before eventually luring her off to bed with the promise of cuddles and Real Housewives reruns.

This was their relationship, their friendship, and Harry cherished it. However, when the pretty little beekeeper that instantaneously stole his heart all that time ago is cuddled up in his arms, Harry can’t help but wonder what it would be like to be more than y/n’s friend. He falls asleep with a smile on his face and thoughts of y/n in his head.

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please lmk what you think!! Idk when it’ll be done but yeah also thank u @harryysstyless and @nationalharryleague for reading what i have so far <3

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