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The Night I Lost You

Request: Hi. Can I do a request where y/n is a famous actress/singer and she is dating Harry but they both decided to have a break because of their busy schedule then Chris Evans made a move with y/n and Harry got jealous? Thank you! :)

Pairing: Harry Styles x Fem!Reader, Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader and Harry take a break on their relationship and one particular night changes everything.

Warnings: Angst, and little fluff.

Word Count: 6k+

A/N: It’s finally here!!! This was requested to me a long long time ago and I am finally posting this gem! I really hope you like it. I know I am moving past the original writing that I used to write, but I am just trying to explore on what I like to write and so far I like it! If you want come talk to me here! I love love you all! I am sending all my love and stay safe beauties!! - A.💕💓💞💖💗

*3 weeks ago*

You get invited to attend the Oscars! You were truly ecstatic that this was your very first invite to attend an awards night. Well, you got invited because you were an actress yourself and the movie that you played a role in was nominated for the ‘Best Original Screenplay’ award, and boy were you excited. It was not like you were nominated for best new actress, but hey, the movie that you were in was nominated for a freaking Oscar award!

So you told your close friends and family right away once you found out the news; you were so excited. But there was an emptiness in you, and all the excitement that you felt just moments ago disappeared. After talking with your agent you were going to call Harry, your boyfriend, well sort of boyfriend because you two were currently on break. You were the one to suggest the break due to yours and Harry’s schedules. Both of you always missed each other and so, the idea of taking a break seemed like the simple way to keep the relationship steady.

As for Harry, he was alone in his tour bus sipping some water from a water bottle as his phone was faced down on the table. He drifted his eyes to the bottle and down to his phone, he was contemplating on calling you. He just wanted to call and see how you were, but would it make it weird. You two were still on break, so would calling cross that boundary? He really wanted to hear your sweet voice, that voice that always made him fall into a deep sleep. Your fingers running deep into his scalp as you whispered sweet nothings near his ear, he missed that, he missed you. He loves you so much that it is hard to stop loving the person that you are emotionally vulnerable to. It is hard to let all those memories go, when just two months ago you two made love and confessed to each other that you were both going to love each other for the rest of your lives.

*Present Time*

“Y/N you know you’re invited to the after party, right?” Emma, your agent says.

You simply nod and rub your heel on the floor, and as you were doing so, you moved a piece of fabric that was extended on the tail of your lilac colored dress letting people walk along without stepping on your dress.

“Yeah I know, but I really wanted to go with Eric. You know how much he likes these types of parties. I just feel naked without him, you know.” you say. You look down ready to maybe call it a night.

“I know sweetheart, but I just want to make sure you have fun,” Emma puts a hand on your shoulder reassuring you, “You know, you do have to get back to work with that movie you got a role in, must I remind you.” Emma smiled as you looked up at her, with a growing smile.

“That’s right! Shit Emma, I almost forgot,” you exclaimed. You rest your hand on Emma's arm. “How did I almost forget?” Emma just shrugs her shoulders and smiles at you.

“Go over there and have fun. Promise I will be close by if you need, okay?” You nodded at this and started walking towards the venue that surely had more than ten colorful lights on display. You were surely going to see actors and actresses that you loved. You turn around and look towards Emma who is giving her two thumbs up as encouragement. This would have been better if you physically had someone with you accompanying to this party. You were glad that Emma was going to stay here for a bit, but you still felt unsure if staying here was a good idea.

~~ ~~ ~~

So you were sitting at a table of four, but the only occupant was you. You swirled the alcoholic liquid that was sloshing around in the martini glass. You let out a sigh, wishing that this party would end sooner. You kept swirling the liquid and you glanced every once in a while to see people talking just feet away from you. You stared down at your phone and decided to look through it, but before you could look through social media you felt a presence next to you.

"Hi. Is this seat taken?" He asked, a hand on his hip and the other holding a beer bottle.

You didn't look up to see who the man was; you just stared at the liquid swirling around in the glass.

"I don't think there's anyone sitting there. Pretty sure it's just me here." You looked up and saw the man with eagerness and a smile plastered on his face. Blue eyes that could probably beat the shininess of a sapphire diamond and lashes that could closely resemble lashes of a beautiful and majestic forest creature. Chris Evans was talking to you.

When you were nearly a teen you had a slight crush on a particular actor that always swooned you whenever you saw him on the big screen and you didn't really think much of it until right now. Right now, Chris Evans was standing next to you, a smile on his face and his eyes dancing over your face. Damn him, and those precious blue eyes

"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound like a smartass."

Chris only let out a hearty chuckle which made you feel more clueless.

"No, no. It's fine. I didn't mean to interrupt. I just noticed that you were all alone here and felt tempted to come and talk to you. If you’re comfortable that is.” He reasoned.

"There was literally nothing to interrupt. And yeah-- why would I not feel comfortable? I’m just-- not in a party mood, I guess." You muttered out. You sipped the last contents from the glass.

“Would you want some company? I’m not really in the mood either.”

You froze. You literally stood still as you stared up at him. He looked amazing wearing a three piece burgundy suit with a pair of sunglasses peeking from his suit pocket. Seeing him there in front of you, inches away from you; you literally had no words that you could say other than just stare into those blue eyes of his.

He nudged your arm and you automatically came back from your fantasy land.

"Uh- hi." You finally let out, rubbing your arm, a nervous mechanism you got during your teen years.

"Hi," he smiled yet again, "Y/N, right?" He asked and drank a gulp of beer.

Wait, what? He knows your name?

"Uh-yes. How did you kn-,"

"I watched the movie that you were in. Nice character by the way." He complimented.

"Oh, oh really?" You sounded flabbergasted, how the hell would Chris Evans even recognize you? You were an actress but it wasn't like you were a well known actress.

"Yeah! I really enjoyed your character and how you portray someone that was so hurt, yet she still managed to kill a lot of people." He replayed back in his mind. You nodded at his response, your arms crossed over your chest as the phone that you were busy looking through was now on the table faced down.

"Well, you know I just tried to do my best as I always try to do with the roles. But yeah, it was a pretty good film, there was action, drama, romance, literally every movie genre you could think of is in that movie."

"You didn't get nominated. It sucks, I think I would've voted for you." He said, a smile on his face as he takes another sip of his beer.

You blushed. Not like a soft tint of pink, but a tomato-red tint blush.

"Oh, umm-, no… I wasn't that good to be nominated," You reasoned, "I mean I was okay. I don’t think I deserved to be nominated anyway." You mention. Was it true though?

“Give yourself some more credit, doll. I think you were a great talent in that movie.” Chris smiled, he set his now empty beer bottle on the table and stared at you with those blue eyes that you could not stop staring at.

“You mean it?”

Chris shrugged and nodded, “Of course. Why would I lie?”

It was your turn to stare at him with your eyes squinting a bit trying to see where he was getting at. He was telling the truth. Why would he root for her though?

“Well, thank you Chris. You are too sweet.” You smiled as you took a sip of your drink. Chris raised his brows and smirked down at you.

Maybe this party was not going to be that bad after all.

~~ ~~ ~~

"So tell me about yourself, Y/N. Anything interesting about the Y/N Y/L/N?"

You sat there and thought to yourself. A finger on your chin.

"Hmm," you hummed to yourself. "Well I grew up in Brooklyn, New York. Attended a couple of theatres in high school and during senior year I trained to be part of an acting camp and I guess that is where I started to fall in love with acting." You said, as you remembered the very first time you auditioned for a role.

"Really? That's kind of how I started too." His brows raised as he swallowed the last drops of his water.

"Never knew that Chris Evans started just like how I started."

"Well, gotta start somewhere, right?" He smirked.

And yes. That was how the night went. You still couldn't believe that you just met Chris Evans that same night and he was literally a shiny gem that you would find in a clear blue body of water. A gem that you could never get tired of looking at.

But the night and the party had to eventually end at some point. You were getting tired and also Chris was getting a bit woozy from the long day. His eyes were starting to feel heavy and his mouth couldn't contain the treacherous yawns that would soon make you yawn as well.

The night was eventful and having to meet Chris was just the cherry on top. You felt so honored in being invited to the Oscars. You were beyond ecstatic to join so many well renowned actors and actresses. You were living your best life.

You and Chris walked alongside each other as you exited the party. The double doors leading back to the party were gold-colored and the floor was covered with velvet-red carpet. You made sure to examine the room before you left because you had a feeling that this night might not happen again or maybe you might get lucky in the future.

Chris opens the door for you, you thank him and walk out; Chris following behind you.

"It was really nice meeting you Y/N. Hoping to see you around, maybe?" He smiled. His hands were tucked away in his pants pockets.

"Yeah. It was a pleasure meeting you Chris, really, a true pleasure." You smiled and hugged Chris. Once you both parted Chris leaned down and laid a kiss on your cheek.

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You arrived at the house that you rented. You moan under your breath when you remove the strap from your ankle and toss your heels to the floor. You could just carry them in your hand and put them where they belong, but honestly, you were tired as hell.

You wandered into the hallway as you reminisced how the blankets covered your body and made you feel so comfortable. You wished that you could go to the master bedroom and lie down and sleep, but you really wanted to take a warm bath before you called it a night. A simple whimper came out of your mouth when you came inside the bathroom. You sighed at the exposure of the bathtub and how it clearly invited you in with the pearly white tub empty- waiting to be filled with warm luscious water.

You walked towards the tub as if you were summoned by the bathtub. You twist the tub faucet and you feel the water temperature to make sure that it was a good temperature for you to bathe in. As you are content with the water temperature, you add in one of your favorite bath bombs. You watch the bomb sizzle and change the water into a bright blue.

If only you could have nights like these. Take warm baths, pamper yourself with face masks and foot masks. Yes, of course you would have breaks when you finished filming your parts, but tonight just felt different.

After going to your very first awards night and attending an after party, it was literally your dream to go to one of those. But not only that you attended that party, but you also met Chris Evans who you have had a crush on during your teen years.

All in all it was a good night. Very busy, but it was a good one. You begin to lather your body as you also start swooshing the water making little designs with the purple hue of the water. You were having fun. You were making yourself smile from how relaxed you were. You finish up washing up and finally drying yourself up as you get ready to go to bed.

~~ ~~ ~~

You woke up to a ringtone that blared out from your phone that was sitting on the nightstand. You hurriedly rub your eyes and look for your phone haphazardly as your eyes haven't adjusted to the bright sunlight that was peeking through the curtains.

'Hello?" You answer. Your voice groggy.

Shuffling on the other end makes you queasy. It was literally early in the morning, you weren't ready to hear loud sounds, let alone answering a phone call.

"Hiya Y/N!" Emma exclaims in excitement.

Again, you close your eyes from the faint ringing you heard from her voice.

"Uh- can you not yell right now?"

Your agent chuckled as you sat up on the bed.

"I love the enthusiasm, but- it's just you're so loud sometimes, especially being early in the day."

You heard Emma scoff in response.

"You call this early? Sweetheart it's 11:46 AM."

You remove the phone from your ear and look at the time. Shit. You were supposed to wake up at 7:20, how the hell did-

"I need you here asap. I don't want to drive up there to fetch you myself."

"Oh and- when were you going to tell me that you ended up meeting Chris Evans?"

"Er, how did you find out?"

"I got a call from his publicist and he just asked for your number."

"Wait you gave my number to his publicist?"

"No, no. I gave it to Chris. He was with his publicist so I spoke with Chris for a few minutes.

That made more sense to you. You guess you were too busy getting to know more about Chris that you both forgot to exchange numbers.

The next few days went like a blur. Literally each day you would go on set for the upcoming movie that you got cast on. You felt happy that you were finally working again, but you really wanted a short break from it all. You wanted to take a hot bath and stay in the tub for hours and hours, and not be worried about a certain time that you would have to go to bed. Right now you just wished something could happen. Something great. Anything- anything at all.

“Y/N! I need you to listen to this! It’s a call from one of the directors that are shooting that one movie.”

You curled your lips at the mention of another movie. Wait. You just finished filming a movie and now directors are wanting to talk to you? You remembered that once you started your acting career things weren’t looking too good for you, but now that directors have seen your face plastered for nominations, you were literally getting loads and loads of calls from so many directors.

“For what movie?” You asked.

“It was that one movie that you were so interested in!”

“Wait, the movie that has the main female character be an advocate for lgbtq+ community during the 1960s?”

Emma nodded her head in excitement.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!!

You were beyond excited when you got the news that a few directors were going to make a movie about the lgbtq+ movement. It was going to be a beautiful and yet tragic project. You wanted no more than to just be casted in this movie. You didn’t care if you were going to be casted as the side characters, but all you cared about was having the chance to be part of a life changing movie.

You grab the phone from Emma and answer.

“Hello?” You squeak. You couldn’t contain your excitement anymore.

The director’s voice comes on the line and you get more jumpy when the director mentioned that you got a part in the movie. He didn’t say what character you were going to play as, but you were ecstatic of course.

Once you said your goodbyes and thank yous to the director you hang up the phone and look behind to see Emma. She was grinding her teeth and her eyes wide open as if she was waiting for you to spill the beans.

“Well?” Her arms extended.

You couldn’t contain yourself any longer and erupted with a happy dance.

“I fucking got it! I got a part in the movie!” You bounced up and down in place as your manager jumped to you and danced along with you. You two were like two little bunnies hopping in place.

You stopped dancing in place when you heard your phone chime in the distance. You look behind and retrieve your phone and see that you got a message from a private number.

Private Number: I just heard the news! I’m excited for you! You fucking deserved the part.

You: Who is this?

Private Number: Ah shit sorry. It’s Chris. Chris Evans

Emma peeks over your shoulder. A prominent smile on her face.

“It’s Chris Evans I see.” She smirks as you lightly hit her arm. Your cheeks tinting a soft pink.

You Chris! Hi! How are you!

Wait, that's too many exclamation marks. Maybe notch it down a bit.

Hi Chris! How are you?

Chris Evans Hi. I’ve been good. I just got a call from the director that is going to direct that movie that you just got in. I got the male leading role. I’m excited to work alongside you.

Chris got the lead male role? You are going to be in a movie along with Chris? No, no, no- this is literally a dream. How could you have been able to be casted on a movie with one of your favorite actors?

You took a deep breath and contemplated what you wanted to send him. You went along with saying how excited you were about the movie and you were also excited to work along with him.

You and Chris continued texting each other back and forth for the next couple minutes. Throughout the activity you had a smile on your face, but your smile would slowly fade once you thought back to when you told your boyfriend that you got casted on your second movie.

~~ ~~ ~~

You were literally jumping on the couch when you found out the news. Your phone was clutched in your hands as you had it close to your chest, not wanting to let go or ever delete the message that you received from the directors. You just couldn't wait to tell Harry about the big news.

And speaking of Harry, you hear the door of the house open and Harry came in wearing a gray sweatshirt along with a red bandana tucked in his messy curls.

'Hi darlin'. How was your day?' He put his gym bag down on the floor and lazily removed his shoes near the doormat.

You excitedly jump off the coach and tackle him into a hug. You catch Harry off guard as his back hits the wall and wraps his arms around your body.

'What’s going on, love?' A waiver in his voice. He sounded concerned and looked concerned as well. You look up to him and his brows are furrowed in concentration and his lips are set in a thin line.

You cup his cheeks and caress the rough stubble that was starting to grow on his cheeks. You smile brightly at him as he smiles back, confused why you were so happy. He loved seeing you like this obviously, but he just sensed that something brought you into a good mood.

'I got it!' You finally say. Still, Harry was very confused at what exactly you got.

'Got what, love- oh wait… you got the part?!'

You nodded in agreement.

Harry then ran towards you and lifted you up from the ground and twirled you around. His mouth connecting with your cheeks as your eyes were shut as the close presence of Harry made you feel protected and loved. Harry was beyond happy with you at this moment and he was waiting for the right time to ask you to marry him if he ever did get that chance.

You were enveloped in his arms for the rest of the night and you both watched your favorite movies. But with you and Harry, you both never actually watched the movies because you two ended up making love that same night.

The very last time you both were intimate with each other.

~~ ~~ ~~

You hugged the pillow close to your chest. Emma left right after you finished talking with Chris and now all you felt was the absence of a certain someone. You wanted to see him so bad, but then again you two were probably already broken up by this point. So you shifted your thoughts from Harry back to Chris.

You Hey! Do you want to come by sometime to have dinner?

… Chris Sure! Special occasion?

You Could be? Just celebrating that we got parts for an upcoming movie?

… Chris Okay, awesome! I can come by Friday if that’s okay?

You Sure! Friday it is then. How about around seven?

Chris Yeah that works for me. I’ll come by your place.

You Great! I’ll send you my address!

Chris Can’t wait to see you Y/N!

You Me too :)

You turned off your phone and set it on the coffee table in front of you. You sit back, your arm shading you from the living room lights. You just sat there on the couch for what felt like hours. And you didn’t have anything else interesting to do after your text messages with Chris.

You left your phone untouched, sitting still on the coffee table. You get up from the couch and walk towards your bedroom and close the door behind you. If only you could feel happy right now. You wished about feeling the happiness you were aiming for, but the harder you tried to, it just became easier to lose the feeling of being happy. You obviously felt happy with everything that was going on in your life at this moment, but you didn't really feel that ecstatic energy that you once felt before.

~~ ~~ ~~

It was Friday. You felt like staying in bed for the rest of the day, but you knew that you had to get ready for a guest later.

So you did your morning routine as usual and you started to do small things around the house. Organized the shelves in the living room, and wiped down the dining table and you even prepared a pot of water where you were going to put potatoes to boil.

You weren't really wanting a fancy dinner, but you wanted something that could fill you and Chris up for the evening.

For the rest of the day you continued to cook and clean here and there. During parts of your cooking sessions you would dance to the rhythm and sing out loud as you tried to be in sync with the blaring speakers.

Within the comfort of your home, it was a wholesome experience when it all came together. Food was cooked and the music was now at a low murmur in the background, and your thoughts roamed through your head. A buzzing sound is what it sounded more like, as if you were a busy bee, but only hearing it in your brain.

After the food was cooked you went over the table and made some small adjustments that needed to be mended with. You made sure that the table had space where the large dishes would be set at. And you also made sure that the table made itself inviting. A vase of flowers perched in the middle, and a little decorative object you loved having presented on the table.

Now that you finished cooking the food and organized the table all you had to do now was wait. It was 6:40, so Chris could come any minute now. You tucked stray strands of hair behind your ear and smoothed over your top as if your shirt was getting more wrinkles by every passing minute. You just sat on the couch looking ahead at a blank wall waiting for the blue-eyed man to come.

And as if on queue, you heard a distinct knock near the door. You got up from the couch and walked towards the hallway that led to the kitchen. You stop on your tracks, almost making it to the door. You wait until you hear another knock. The soft pounding on the door comes again and so you start walking towards the door this time and slowly open the door revealing Chris wearing a black Henley paired with some blue-washed jeans. His feet were adorned with black sneakers.

You move aside and invite Chris in. A smile slowly showing on his face. You look down at the ground and prepare on what you were going to say, but once you were going to say something; Chris stopped you.

“How are you, Y/N?” Chris asked as he brought you close to him and pecked your cheek.

“I’m doing fine. And you?” You answer back.

“Great.” He nodded as you motioned towards the living room.

Chris was met with picture frames hung on the simple white painted walls, and some that you set on top of shelves. The couch sat adjacent to the coffee table that had little miscellaneous objects.

“Here, just sit here for now, let me set the table so we can eat.” You suggested as you walked towards the kitchen without getting a reply from Chris.

You started setting the table; you put the main dish in the middle along with the mashed potatoes. The sun's rays were starting to peek through the curtains which illuminated the kitchen. The rays almost blinded you from what you were currently doing. You grabbed the plates and utensils. You didn't notice Chris was standing next to you, he takes the utensils that were in your hands and sets them on the table. You smile brightly at him as he returns the gesture.

Chris sits down on a chair that is across from where you were going to sit. He waits for you to get settled onto your chair and unfolds his napkin and lays it on his lap.

“So you literally made all of this?” Chris inquired. His right hand holding a fork. You looked from your plate and caught his eye. The sunrays were cascading a light blue hue to his eyes and it was something that you couldn't stop laying your eyes on.

“Of course. What do you think? That I was going to order takeout?”

Chris shrugged, “Would’ve been a shorter route.” You smiled at that as you continued to eat some of your mashed potatoes.

And the night went just like that. You and Chris ate and conversed on the side. You were glad that Chris came to have dinner with you, because you honestly made it an excuse to do something. If you never invited Chris in the first place then you would have probably slept in and watched a lot of your favorite movies and shows. But hey, there was nothing wrong with that too.

But now you weren't so sure. It just felt odd for some reason. You were thinking about Harry. You wished that you could call Harry and tell him that you were ready to go back to what things used to be. You wished that you never put on a break on the relationship.

But who knows if you have the courage to call him.

~~ ~~ ~~

“So was it really that bad?” You asked.

You and Chris have already finished with your dinner. Now it was for embarrassing stories. You already had told your story so now it was time for Chris to tell his.

Chris takes a sip of his beer and almost bursts out laughing.

“You know. Having a brother like Scott is huge work. There was this one time where we both got drunk, but I was still a little sober, so I went to look for him since we were outside swimming in the beach-”

“Bad idea.” You interrupted.

“I know,” Chris chuckles again. “So I finally found him and he was lying on the sand as the ocean waves continued to touch shore. I was so fucking scared because he could have drowned so I grabbed his shirt and as I was pulling him towards me I saw shit on the sand-" Chris couldn't finish what he was going to say, before laughing his ass off.

"I turned him around and his swim shorts were covered in shit.” Chris laughed out loud. His hand grasping his left pec.

You as well laughed along with Chris. That story was literally one of the funny things you have heard in a while.

While you two talked you invited Chris a glass of wine- glasses of wine. You started to talk more about the new movie project that you got along with Chris, and you were honestly excited for what would be waiting for you. You continued talking as Chris just sat back and listened along. You have probably drunk two or three glasses of wine, but to be honest you didn’t quite remember how many glasses you have drunk. As to Chris he was taking it slow on the wine. He only drank one glass and a half, since he had to drive anyway.

The talking was non stop, but to some point it had to come to a stop. Chris was ready to leave your place. He let that feeling sit, but he knew that he had to get going. It was getting late after all.

“I’m gonna get out of your hair now, Y/N.” He announced. Hearing him definitely made you quiet. “Wonder if we can do this again?” He got up from his chair and walked towards the two big sliding doors that led to the massive backyard.

Was he asking for another hangout?

“Uh sure? I mean if you’re up for it.” You stuttered out. You follow Chris close behind, leaving the large sliding doors open.

Chris walked along the pebbled path that led to the driveway. There was just silence between you and him as you walked alongside him. The willingness of letting this day go was distant and it made you seem so sure that this night was one of those nights that you enjoyed in a long time. You started enjoying Chris’s company and you felt this coat of sadness weighing on your shoulders. You were really going to miss having him there or was it because of something else?

Suddenly Chris stopped at his tracks and looked behind, he grabbed your right hand and carefully held it in his. You loved that touch, that simple, soft, and yet delicate touch that you always loved when-,

Chris walked close to you and finally embraced you. He felt hesitant at first as if he should not do what he was wanting to do. He slowly leaned forward and cupped your cheek, he closed the space that separated you and him and he landed his lips on top of yours.

Well, shit.

He smelled delightful. A smell that you would smell if you were living in a cabin deep in the woods. Cedarwood and pine trees-, no stop. Why were you thinking about Chris that way? You couldn’t and you shouldn’t.

“No.” You whispered. You removed your lips from his and stepped back, “This is wrong, we shouldn’t-,”

Chris retrieved his hands back, not knowing what to do with them, he gave in and put them at his sides.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Y/N.” Chris apologized, “Fuck I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to-,”

“I think you should leave.” You cut him off.

Chris had his hands up in surrender and walked backwards. His expression was blank, there was no longer a smile and his eyes were no longer twinkling under the moonlight. He looked to turn back to you, but you weren’t looking at him; you had turned around looking at the ground, ashamed for what you let him do. Chris turned back towards his car with his head low and his hands buried in his pants pockets.

“You fucking idiot, Chris! God dammit.” He mouthed under his breath.

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Harry parked behind some dark bushes and opened his car door and swiftly got out. He closed the door after he retrieved the bouquet of flowers that he had bought for you.

He began to fix his hair. He didn’t have to fix his hair, but he did it out of nervousness. He walked up the trail that led to the backyard. His smile was prominent as he hugged the bouquet of flowers close to his chest. At that moment he had no idea where you were at, but he hoped with his gesture he would be able to have you back.

He continued walking with that smile still present on his features. He stood still when he briefly looked up and saw you close to another man- kissing. Harry couldn’t do anything at that moment because he just felt confused and angry, so he just stood in place and continued to watch you and this other man kiss.

Harry waited until the man was nowhere to be seen. He started walking towards you where you had turned around looking down at the ground. He couldn’t bear to see you now that he just witnessed you kiss another man.

You felt someone touch your shoulder. You opened your eyes and turned around ready to face Chris.

“Chris, I told you ju-,” You stopped yourself when you were fully turned around. You expected to see Chris, but you never expected to see Harry, your boyfriend for the past three years, the person you were on a break with.

“Harry.” You muttered. You instantly felt everything shatter around you.

Harry didn’t say anything to you, he just stood there right in front of you. You looked down and saw the bouquet of flowers in his right hand; his hand clutched the bouquet so tight that his knuckles turned white.

"I saw everything." He told you.

"Harry let me explain-," you said, tears welling up in your eyes.

"Don't," he moved closer to you. "Please don't make it hurt more than it already does." Harry warned. He cupped your cheek. "I just-, I wasn't ready to lose you. Especially now that I came back from the tour." Harry stuttered out. He looked down at the bouquet of flowers. His rings sparkled from the moonlight. His voice was shaky and his eyes were also forming tears. He knew that he had to break the relationship between you and him, so… that was what he was going to do.

“I can’t do this anymore.” He confessed.

Those words broke the sweat and it broke the feelings. The night changed from light to darkness, inviting the depths of the hollering ghouls of the night.

"I'm s- I'm so sorry, Harry." You let out. Your head hung low.

You wished that you backed away when Chris neared you, you fucking wish that you never invited him for dinner, because then- because then this wouldn’t be happening. You wouldn’t be losing your friend, your boyfriend. The man that you loved for three years, the man that you were sure you were going to marry, and the man that you would one day have children with. But now, all that was left was just heartache and a massive regret.

Harry looked down at the bouquet of flowers that were clenched in his right hand, his rings sparkled from the moonlight. He motions it towards you and you take it from his hands.

"Me too." He whispered. His brows furrowed and the corners of his pink lips pulled downward.

"Harry-," you started.

You leaned forward to touch his cheek, but Harry didn't let you touch him, he just backed away from you. You knew you messed up. And the guilt and pain that you started to feel in your heart was so huge that you couldn’t describe how much it hurt, but it hurt so much. Seeing Harry backing away from your touch did something to you. You were once so used to seeing Harry craving for your touch, but now it seemed as if Harry saw you as a stranger and not someone that he once loved, someone that he was once madly in love. The memories now just seemed like a false life. Memories that no longer existed.

Harry turned around without saying another word to you. He began walking towards his car. He was trying very hard to keep the tears from falling down his cheeks, but he couldn’t fight his body. He let the tears trail down his cheeks as he continued his walk towards his car. You stood on the pebbled path for a moment. You stared behind Harry as he was making it close to his car. You didn't have the guts to run to him, because he made it perfectfully clear that he didn’t want anything to do with you.

The whole world shattered. The man that you were in love with for the past three years was gone. There were no longer stars nor moon that would guide the way through the dark night. Everything that happened that night was slowly coming to an infinite end. The one person that you loved was now forced to move on from you and you were left with your selfishness and the regret. You wished that somehow that this night would have never happened. You wished that this was all a bad dream, but you knew that reality felt more real than any other dream.

You were now sobbing. The tears drastically came down your cheeks and your throat felt heavy and painful. You began swiping away the tears that were falling down your cheeks with your hand. You glanced up, and for the last time you saw Harry’s car drive away. You knew for a fact that you both lost each other that night.

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onlystylesangels · 4 years ago

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Sneak Peak: The Night I Lost You

Warnings: little Fluff, short sneak peak

A/N: I know. This has been in my inbox for so long and I finally got to this! This fic is not done yet, but I wanted to share a short sneak peak to give you a little taste on what the whole fic is going to be about. Hope you enjoy! Talk to me here if you want! Sending bunches and bunches of love to you and please stay safe! - A. 💖💞💕💗💖

And speaking of Harry, you hear the door of the house open and in came Harry wearing a gray sweatshirt along with a red bandana tucked in his messy curls.

'Hi darlin'. How was your day?' He put his gym bag down on the floor and lazily removed his shoes near the doormat.

You excitedly jump off the coach and tackle him into a hug. You catch Harry off guard as his back hits the wall and wraps his arms around your body.

'I got it!' You finally say. Still, Harry was very confused at what you just said.

'Got what, love- oh wait… you got the part?!'

You nodded in agreement.

The very last time you both were intimate with each other.

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onlystylesangels · 5 years ago

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Little Family

*Gif not mine*

A/N: So when I saw this Gif I got this idea and I was, “got to write this!” so here it is lovies! I have really missed writing here again and I really missed you guys that have stuck around with me! Love you all! - Ani 💓❤💞💕😘

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Fluff, cuteness all around!!

Come talk to me here if you want!

Harry stood in front of his dressing room mirror. He checked his hair for like the twentieth time this evening. He was nervous so he drank some water before he was called to start the show. He grabbed his phone that was sitting on a table that was in the corner of the room, and he tapped the icon of his pictures and looked back at the screenshot he took that showed his little bub that was growing inside of his girlfriend. He ran a hand through his brown curls and smiled to himself. He was going to become a dad really soon, even though Y/N was just going to be two months pregnant. Harry was so excited to become a father and he was happy that he was going to have a chance to experience fatherhood.

**//**

His breathing became ragged, but he was calming himself by looking at the photo on his phone that showed his little angel barely a ‘bean sized’ fetus. He smiled again as Mitch nudged his shoulder and he smiled as he gave him a pat on the shoulder.

“You ready, Harry.” He asked him. His hand not leaving Harry’s shoulder.

Harry clears his throat, “Yeah. I’m ready more than ever, Mitch.” Harry smiled.

As the voiceover introduces Harry, Mitch whispers to him.

“You got this, Harry. We’ll be there on stage with you soon.” Mitch smiles and gives Harry a side hug.

Harry smiles back and whispers a ‘thank you’ and he is walking towards the double doors and he opens one of the doors and walks down a step and bows down and waves his hands to the audience, a wide smile on his face and the little crinkles near his eyes are present as he looked over the audience and tried to make eye contact with each guest. He was happy he was here tonight, but he was mostly happy that Y/N got the chance to come with him and sit with the audience.

“Hello! Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He smiled yet again as his hand was on his chest bowing again.

“It is a great pleasure to be here tonight with you all, and it certainly is a pleasure to host for the very first time.” He says as the audience starts clapping again and Harry just smiles and mouths a ‘thank you.’

“I’m glad to be here to host, but also it is also a pleasure to be chosen as a musical guest. Let’s just get one thing straight, my main priority is about the music. I am going to try my best to get you up from your seats when I start singing some of my songs, and my other main goal is to make you happy for the entire show.” Harry invites, he walks towards the audience and asks, “How’s that? Is that okay with you?” The audience automatically stand from their seats and start clapping again. “Good. Then let’s get started.”

Harry walks towards a black piano and begins to play the piano and starts talking facing one of the cameras that was hovering over the piano.

“You know I never thought playing piano and talking was going to be hard. But as you can see, it’s doable.” Harry teases as the audience starts snickering.

Y/N was smiling and a hand was on her stomach and she looked down and whispered,

“You hear your daddy, little bub? He’s such a little goof isn’t he?”

Her eyes were looking down at Harry and with love in her eyes, she was just too giggly she wanted to stand from her seat and scream ‘I love you’ but she didn’t want to risk it because she was still not public with Harry and either way if she did say it then probably everyone in the audience would think she was just a big fan of his.

“Before we start the rest of the show, I have to say something. There is an amazing woman in the audience who is expecting a beautiful little baby. Now I have to ask, is anyone else expecting?” His eyes look over the crowd as everyone in the audience pit are all exclaiming. “I don’t think all of you are expecting.” He chuckles as he takes a sip of his alcohol drink.

“Now, this little song is to that little bub and to other babies that are probably dancing in their mothers’ bellies. So young bubs, this one’s for you.” Harry cheers as he raises his glass up and takes a sip.

“Sorry darlin’, you can’t share a drink with me, but it’s okay, right?” Harry looks over his right to make eye contact with Y/N and she just smiles and nods.

“Alright. Let’s get to the show, shall we? I think I’ve bored you all.” Harry continues to smoothly tap the keys of the piano and moves to the music as if the music was taking control of his body.

“Stick around after this series of commercials and we will be right back!” Harry exclaims as he takes a final drink.

**//**

The series of the commercials, the short skits, and Harry’s short performances came to an end. Harry was tired and he couldn’t wait any longer to go back to his dressing room and see her. He was so excited to see Y/N and his little baby. All he wanted in that moment was to wrap his long arms around Y/N’s small frame and lie his head on Y/N’s thick luscious thighs that were growing almost every month because of the pregnancy. But before he could go back he wished the audience a good night and a safe drive back home and asked them to treat people with kindness. Harry made sure he shook everyone’s hand before he walked off to his dressing room where Y/N was waiting for him.

Y/N was sitting on the couch and she was scrolling through her phone while eating the last tub of ice cream that Harry had bought a couple days ago.

“Hey darlin’.” Harry whispered yelled as he ran towards her with just two long strides.

“I missed you.” He whispered near her ear as Y/N set the tub of ice cream on the couch, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I was out there the whole time you were hosting, Harry. We made eye contact most of the time.” Y/N reminded him, but eye contact was not enough for Harry. Harry needed to feel her, he needed to feel her secure in his arms and had to hear her voice, seeing her from afar was just not enough.

“Yeah I know, baby, but it’s not the same.” He smiled as he kept a hold of her and looked down at her mesmerising eyes.

Y/N just giggled and wrapped her arms tighter around his neck.

“How’s our little bub?” Harry asked, he lowered his hand and landed it on top of Y/N’s belly. Her belly was not yet swollen, but Harry knew that his little baby was in there hanging about.

“The little one is all right. How are you after hosting SNL?”

“Peachy, but also tired.” Harry pouted, as he ran a hand through Y/N’s beautiful hair.

“Let’s go?” Y/N whispered as she leaned forward and teased him by almost landing her lips on his.

“Don’t be a tease, love!” He whisper-yelled while Y/N chuckled and cupped Harry’s cheeks.

“Me a tease? Never, Harry.” She smiled. She leaned again and this time she landed her lips on Harry’s and they stood there for a couple of minutes which sure looked like they stood there for hours and hours.

Harry and Y/N drove home later that night and once they arrived at Harry's hotel room they practically ran towards the bathroom and started the water for a relaxing bath time. Harry made sure that Y/N was comfortable enough once she sat between Harry’s legs, and once she was comfortable, Harry started to rub soothing circles on her shoulders and back, which started to calm her breathing and also gave her goosebumps from just the simple touch of Harry’s hands on her naked skin.

“I love you so much, Y/N.”

He caught Y/N by surprise. She was just lost with Harry’s hands causing her to almost fall asleep by the soft and tender touches he was giving her. Y/N turned around as she was now facing him.

“I love you, Harry.” She beamed as she was now straddling his lap and her hands automatically moving to cup his cheeks. “So much, I can’t even explain how much I love you.” Y/N smiled and nuzzled her nose with his.

Harry smiled as he grabbed her ass, but then his hands traveled upwards towards the small of her back keeping her balanced on his lap.

“I love you and this little bun that soon will keep us awake all night.” Harry smirked and leaned down and kissed Y/N’s belly.

**//**

Months later. Precisely seven months and two weeks later a set of twins were born. Harry and Y/N at first struggled with being parents and it was especially difficult with two little newborn babies. Harry and Y/N loved both little bubs with so much love and they were just cute little beans all around. Harry was happy and content while Y/N was tired almost all the time, but she would not trade that feeling for nothing. Having her two healthy babies in her arms was the best she could ask for, and as for Harry, he was just happy that both of his babies came out healthy and strong. Harry was happy to be a dad and Y/N was excited to be a mom and they were both excited to explore this new chapter along with their newborn babies, and who knows, maybe Harry and Y/N were going to give them more siblings to add to the little family tree.

And that is exactly what they did.

Much love!!

-Ani 💓

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onlystylesangels · 5 years ago

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Hi. Can I do a request where y/n is a famous actress/singer and she is dating Harry but they both decided to have a break because of their busy schedule then Chris Evans made a move with y/n and Harry got jealous? Thank you! :)

Hey lovie!!! I know you requested this a long time ago and I'm sorry I am just replying to you now. This fic is in the works right now, but not sure when I'm going to post it.

And this request sounds really interesting to write. Let's see what happens!👀

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onlystylesangels · 5 years ago

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Could it Hurt ( Just Practice)

Prompt: Y/N wants to be in a more romantic relationship with Harry. Does Harry feel the same towards her?

Pairing: Harry x Reader

Warnings: Smut!!!, Fluff, angst

Word Count: 10k+

A/N: It’s really been four months huh? That fucking long! I started writing this in the month of May and I finally finished it today! Hope you enjoy reading this!

Feedback is much appreciated! You can come talk to me about it here!

Much Love!!!❤💞💖💕✨ -Ani

You were just ready to leave. Your shift already went two hours too late and now you were waiting to close up the little candle shop. A small family made it their decision to come fifteen minutes before closing time but you weren't going to drag them out of the little shop.

You looked through your phone as if the time would magically start ticking faster but that wasn't the case. You sipped the remaining water in your water bottle and just waited for the family to finally make their decision on what candle they were going to buy.

The family finally walked up to the register as you rang them up, you wished them a wonderful evening and they were out with jubilant smiles. You walked towards the aisles filled with candles and made sure they were put where they should be and brought out the broom to clean away any dust that accumulated throughout the day.

You closed up the shop and waited for your ride to pick you up. You were hesitant in having Harry to come and pick you up since he lived half an hour from the candle shop and compared to you you lived about three blocks from the shop, but each time you would tell Harry that he didn’t have to, he always insisted picking you up everyday.

So you waited for Harry to arrive as you stayed inside of the little candle shop. You looked through your phone and clutched the little brown bag that had two candles that you purchased. One you were going to keep in the kitchen and the other candle you were going to give Harry, hopefully he takes it because he took your favorite candle from your apartment. Guess you couldn’t blame him, you were obviously not mad at him so you made sure to buy him one every two months.

You heard a car honk from outside and you smiled once you noticed it was Harry outside waiting for you.

He opened the door for you and you entered inside but before you could put on your seatbelt Harry leaned over to your side and gave your cheek a peck.

“Hello there, love.” He said as he pulled away and stared at your eyes.

“Hey Harry. How was everything?” You asked as you started to buckle up.

“Good. And you?”

“Great.” You nodded.

“Home?”

“Yes.” You simply responded as you smiled at him and he returned the smile. He changed the gear and started to drive along the road leading to your home.

**//**

“Bub! Did you want the crust?” Harry yelled from the kitchen as you were in the bathroom changing into your pajamas.

“The whole slice Harry!” You pulled up the sweatpants that Harry left here once that you never actually returned back to him, but you kept them because there were so comfortable.

“Alright, I’ll take the crust too!” Harry yelled again as he had a smirk on his face.

“Harry!” You exclaimed as you ran out of the bathroom as you tried to not bump into anything on the hallway.

Harry turned around once you made it into the kitchen and grabbed a slice of pizza from the box.

“You know I was kidding, right?”

“Were you really?”

“Maybe.” He smirked down at you as you rolled your eyes at him and lightly punched him on the arm.

You would be lying if you said you hated having Harry here in your apartment. You would be lying if you told yourself that you never wanted to kiss his lips, or that you would be lying to yourself if you never wanted to love him in a romantic way. You knew you were lying to yourself, but you wished it was true for a moment, you really wished that you never started to love him more than just a friend.

“What’s that little mind of yours thinkin, love?” Harry whispered as he twirled a strand of your hair in his fingers.

You looked up at him and smiled, as you leaned forward and wiped his mouth clean with your napkin.

“Nothing. M’jus’ tired.” You lied, as Harry looked at you and kissed your forehead.

“Aww my little love’s all tired and woozy.” He giggled as he poked your nose, and then took another big bite of his pizza.

“Yes.” You smiled lazily.

“Mhm, come here then.” Harry encouraged, as he walked towards the couch and covered himself with a blanket. That couch and blanket and him looked comfortable to snuggle and fall asleep for a couple of minutes.

So you walked to him and sat next to him as you lean your head onto his shoulder. You breathed that familiar scent of Harry that you loved.

Both of you sat there watching the movie as Harry kept munching on his slice of pizza as you just kept dozing off with every passing second.

**//**

Harry sat there and stared down at his folded hands on his lap.

You both sat there in silence watching The Lion King.

You tried to focus on the television, but it was just too hard to not look at Harry. Watching him sing along to the songs in the movie and it was too hard to miss those little moments that he would smile as his dimples would show up.

It was hard. It was so bloody difficult keeping your eyes on the screen and not scoot closer to Harry. It was hard not to sing along to the songs in the movie. It was so hard to confess what you had locked up in your head all these years. Why was it so hard to confess? Why was it difficult trying to change? Why does change hurt so much?

You had no idea, but you hated change, so you're better off keeping those expressionless feelings in your head.

**//**

"Think I'm going to head out, love." Harry said, as he got up from the couch to throw away his paper plate.

You saw him in the kitchen as you stayed put on the couch. You grabbed your plate and your cup on the coffee table.

You walked the short trip to the kitchen and entered the still silent atmosphere. It felt awkward and funny, because you and Harry were always talking to each other, but somehow tonight wasn't one of those gleeful nights. It felt different, so you did the first move and talked.

"Harry take these extra slices of pizza, yeah?" You told him. You wanted to smack your face, but at least it disturbed the awkward silence.

"Uh- sure." He simply answered, as he took the extra slices you handed him.

He put the slices of pizza on a paper plate and covered the cold food with aluminum foil.

"Alright love, I'ma head out now." Harry said, he stood in front of you and caressed your cheek. He stared into your bloodshot eyes as you couldn't control the yawn that left from your mouth.

"Promise me you'll get some rest, yeah?" Harry asked you. He wrapped his arms around your frame and kissed the top of your head.

"I promise Harry." Your muffled voice answered. You inhaled his scent and tightened the embrace. You never wanted to let go of him, you wished you both could stay like this, but some things just never last.

"Love you Y/N. I'll text you when I get home." Harry smiled as he cupped both of your cheeks.

You reached up and pecked his cheek. You felt tears welling up in your eyes, but you stopped them from falling down your cheeks.

"I love you, Harry. Drive safely, bub." You whispered. Harry smiled down at you and zipped up his jacket and walked towards the door.

He opened the door and looked behind and saw your beautiful face that he wished he could wake up to every morning, but like it was said before, things are just hard to change.

You were smiling and he smiled back. He waved goodbye and you returned the gesture.

He was already far into the hallway.

The next day was like a normal regular day. It was Thursday so you had to pick up Harry and take him to work. It was always like this from the first time you and Harry got your first jobs. Harry would take you to work and you would take him to work. This gave you the time to chat and hang out after long shifts.

As you waited for Harry to come out of the apartment complex, you sit in your car and mumbled to the song lyrics to your favorite song. You tapped the steering wheel being in sync with the beat of the song. You replaced the mumbling with your singing voice and began dancing in place. You were in your little world right now. You didn’t remember closing your eyes, so you open them and see someone in your eye peripherals. How long was Harry standing there?

You unlock the doors and Harry sits down, a smirk on his face as he was ready to chuckle at what he just witnessed.

“You were dancin?” Harry asked. Amusement present in his features as you switched gears and started driving along the street.

“Yes. It was rather fun in my opinion.” You defend, as you peaked to look at Harry.

“Loved your dance moves, love. Wish I could have joined in.” Harry says as he puts bluetooth on his phone.

You smile at the song he put on. A song that you both loved listening to.

**//**

After dropping Harry off at the record store you drove to the candle shop.

Once you arrived to the candle shop you unlocked the shop and you were ready for the customers to come by so they could look around.

You sat at the counter where the cash register and where the mini candles were displayed. You sat there patiently as you tried to ignore the clock, but couldn’t since it was hung above the doorway of the little shop. An hour, then two hours, and the shop was still silent with no one to fill its presence.

So you stayed in the little shop alone as you twiddled with your fingers trying to distract yourself, but continually failed.

"Hi Y/N. Anyone come by yet?" Charlie, the owner of the candle shop. A nice old lady that you came to love.

"Not yet Charlie. It's been boring the past two hours. You're late by the way." You acknowledged, as the old lady just smiled.

"Yes, I know. I'm sorry about that, but I was caught up in traffic." The woman said as she slowly walked towards the back room.

"Here, let me help you Charlie." You let Charlie hook her arm with yours as you guided her to the back room. You looked down to see her face as she looked sad.

Shit. You hoped she didn't take your acknowledgement serious of her being late.

"Uh, Charlie. I apologize for snapping at you for being late. It was inappropriate of me to tell you that." You said, as you hoped Charlie would forgive you.

The elderly woman just smiled at you as you mimicked the smile.

"Oh my dear, it's okay. Someone has to remind me to wake up earlier. Shit, I should be telling you that, but I don't because you're the one that opens up this shop and closes it every evening. You're the one that does most of the things here. You never offended me, dear, you don't have nothing to apologize for." Charlie confessed. Her blue eyes looking straight up at you. Her eyes holding that familiar love and sweetness to them.

"Oh Charlie. I really felt like shit when I said that. I'm sorry." You muttered. Charlie just embraced you and kept you in her arms for a good two minutes or maybe longer. It felt like thirty minutes.

"It's okay, honey." Charlie rubbed your back as you let out tears. "Y/N? Honey, I told you you didn't have nothing to apologize for anything." Charlie soothed, but you kept crying.

"No, it's- it's jus-, I can't tell him. I- I'm, shit, I didn't mean to cry over something." You cried as you pulled away and rubbed your eyes.

"What're you talking about, honey?"

"I don't know if I should tell him. What if it messes everything up? What if he doesn't feel the same?" You asked as Charlie just stared at you confused.

"A boy? Is this that Harold boy you bring here sometimes."

"It's Harry, Charlie." You corrected her.

"You sure? He told me it was Harold."

"F'course he did." You chuckled while still wiping away your tear stained cheeks with a tissue.

"Look honey. I don't know how long you two have known each other, but I do know this. I have never seen a man in love look at someone as if they've been a couple for years. I've never seen someone look at a person so much love in their eyes and their cheeks turning red whenever that person would compliment them. He adores you Y/N, he really does." Charlie smiled. A genuine smile that made you smile back at her.

Was she right? Does Harry really love you back in that way? Have you really not noticed all those times? All those times that he almost leaned in too close, but every time he did he would lean away.

"I don't know. You think he does?" You asked.

"Worth a shot." Charlie whispered as she hugged you again. She gave your shoulder a pat and she walked away from you and entered into her little office.

You stood standing in that little space and played with the tissue in your hands. You had to do it. You have to tell him how you feel, because if you were to wait longer, then maybe it would be too late. Could it hurt though?

**//**

After your talk with Charlie you came into terms with yourself that you were going to tell him how you felt. You didn't know if you wanted to tell him today or next month, but you were willing to tell sooner than later.

Your shift was on the verge to end as two customers came in the little shop. They looked around for a bit and made up their minds on what they were going to buy. Once the transaction was done you greeted them goodbye as the customers left with bright smiles.

"Darling, can you close up the shop please?" Charlie's voice came from the backroom.

"Right now? We close in an hour." You replied, confused as to why Charlie wanted you close up the shop so early.

"It's my grandson's birthday today and they're celebrating it today. Plus, gives you time to think about the Harold boy." Charlie added as you just smiled at her as your cheeks turned pink.

"It's Harry."

"Same thing." Charlie smiles.

You scoff at her and give her a smile. You walk towards the entryway to lock it.

Now you just had to leave the candle shop and drive to the record store to pick up Harry.

**//**

Harry was busying himself putting back records on their specific shelf and putting retail prices on record players and stereos.

You were on your way to the record shop, a coffee in each hand and a couple of croissants that you kept in it's little to-go bag.

"Harry?" You called from the door. You heard slight footsteps come from the back as you put the coffee cups down on the counter.

"Y/N? Hey bub what are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to come by and say hi. My shift ended an hour ago."

Harry smiled as he walked himself towards the register and grabbed all of the receipts.

"Alright love. Jus' let me do something real quick and then we can leave, yeah?" Harry said as he walked towards the backroom and grabbed his jacket.

"Ready?" He asked once he stepped into the room.

"Always." You replied as you grabbed his hand in yours and both of you walked out of the record shop.

As Harry finished locking up the record shop you and Harry both got in your car. You drove away from the record shop as your next destination was Harry’s apartment. You wanted to peek a couple times to look at him, but since you were the one that was driving you had to focus your attention on the road.

**//**

"I hate this movie." You said as you swallowed down left-over food that Harry had in his fridge.

"I thought you loved it?" Harry asked behind you, a plate in his hand.

"Exactly. 'Loved'. You know when you watch too much of your favorite movie you start hating it more and more?"

Harry shook his head not looking over at you as he made himself comfortable on the couch his focus on the screen.

"Well this is one of those movies." You elaborated as you looked at the screen with slight disgust.

"You really hate it that much huh?"

"Yes."

"Okay." Harry said. He turned off the television and looked over at you. "What do you want to watch?"

"Titanic?"

"Again?" Harry complained.

"You asked. I'm just answering." You giggled as Harry smiled at you and ran his hand over your cheek.

"You make me happy sometimes love. Thank you for that." He mused as he kissed your cheek.

"Harry! Stop it! You're gonna get makeup on your lips?"

"And what's wrong with that?" He smirked.

"You want the taste of foundation on your lips?"

"Maybe," Harry teased as he tickled your neck and sides. "That doesn't bother me love." His touch was soft on your skin. Everytime he would tickle you and kiss you on the cheek you were flustered and you adored his touch and his lips on your cheek. You really wished you could tell him that you wanted to be with him but would it be worth it? Would it be worth it to lose a friendship that you both had over a decade? Would it be worth losing a friend but gaining a lover?

“Harry, stop. Stop bub!” You screeched as his fingers continued to tickle your sides.

"I love you darlin'." Harry murmured once he stopped tickling your sides.

You smiled up at him as he leaned down and kissed your neck.

This is it! Tell him already!

"I love you too Harry." You replied back. Your hands were holding his as you kept rethinking if you really wanted to tell him right now, but why would you ask him of this knowing well that this would destroy your friendship. You both loved each other as long time friends and you both adored being in each other's company, so why not go for it?

But you had no clue that Harry was thinking the same thing. He's been wanting to ask you for so long now, he wants more, he wants you. So instead of opening his mouth again he hugged you tightly against him. Your back comforting his chest and smelling that familiar scent he became so accustomed to.

**//**

After finishing watching Titanic, you and Harry were both asleep in each others arms, but you woke up before you could get into a deep sleep. You unravel your arms from hugging Harry’s torso and smiled as you stared at his sleeping form. You kissed his forehead and walked towards the door where your shoes and jacket were at. You were almost done tying your right shoe when you heard Harry shuffle in his sleep as he was searching for your body, but since he didn't feel you near him he woke up right away.

"Y/N?" He rasped as he turned his head back and gazed over at you.

"Hi, Harry." You smiled.

"Bub? Where you goin'?" He rasped. A hand running down his face.

"It's getting late darling. I'm gonna head home." You say as a smile falters from your face. You really wanted to tell him.

Harry abruptly got up from lying on the couch and walked towards the door and narrowed his eyes at you as if he could sense that you were serious about leaving especially at this time.

"I can drive myself, Harry. Don't worry, love." You tried to reason with him as his eyes were still narrowed and his arms crossed over his chest.

"You sure, love?" He asked, his brows raised as he helped you zip up your jacket.

You nodded your head and leaned forward to kiss Harry's cheek.

"I'll text you, yeah?" Harry nodded his head and gave you an embracing hug and kissed your forehead.

"I love you, bub. Drive safely."

You smiled at him as you turned around to open the door and waved him goodbye. Harry stood there at the door as he looked behind you and made sure you made it to your car safely.

He stood at the window that overlooked the street as he stared at your moving car and let out a sigh. He looked down at his feet and ran a hand through his brown curls. The atmosphere wasn't the same without you, he stood at the window for a few minutes and reminisced the memories he's had with you, even some that he wished could happen again.

**//**

"Hey love? I'm gonna wash these dishes I'll join you in a bit!" Harry yelled as he kept his eyes on the dirty dishes in the sink.

You were in the living room as you looked through the many titles of movies but not one single movie caught your attention.

You went to sit on the couch when you heard Harry's footsteps behind you.

"Found a movie?"

"No. Do you have my copy of The Lion King?"

"Yes! I'm sorry I watched it a couple days ago."

"You didn't even invite me?" Your face fell after he told you.

"Sorry?" Harry replied.

"It's fine."

Harry sat down next to you and kissed your forehead as an nonverbal apology.

"Maybe we can watch Jurassic Park with Jeff Goldblum? How does that sound?" His eyes beaming as you smiled from the dreamy look he had.

"Forgot I even had that movie! Yes, of course, let's watch it."

The next two hours you and Harry were cuddled next to each other as you both focused on the television.

There were moments that Harry would glance down at you. Would it be weird if he confessed right now how your face changed when the action started to play? Or how he secretly admired when you struggled to pick one movie for you two to watch? Would it be weird if he confessed how much he lo-

"Why are you staring at me, bub?" You asked. Your brows furrowed and eyes heavily focused on Harry.

"You have a strand of hair in front of your eyes." Harry simply said with a nod. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as you smiled and cuddled even closer to him.

You turned your head so you could land a kiss on his cheek. You were close to kissing his cheek, but Harry turned his head at the right moment as he felt your lips kiss the corner of his lips.

His cheeks turned pink he just knew it because he felt a heat wave strike his cheeks and he just wanted to disappear from there.

And that's exactly what he did. He said goodbye to you and left before you could get up to give him a hug.

**//**

The weekend was lonely and boring. You spent most of the morning in your apartment watching reruns of your favorite t.v. shows. Even though they were supposed to be entertaining, but you were off from being entertained. You sat on the couch bored so what you did was get up from the couch and turn off the television and ran towards your room.

There you put on a comfortable sweatshirt and put on some sweatpants since you were wearing shorts. You fixed your hair and put it up in a ponytail. You were ready to head out.

**//**

You sat in your car and looked up at the apartment complex. Should you go in or just drive back to your apartment.

No. You were going in. You weren’t going to ignore these feelings that you had locked in you. You were ready to tell him right now, even if it would destroy the friendship you had to be honest for once. This could be the only chance anyway.

You walked through the hallway that Harry’s door was in. Once you were face to face with the door your hand was in a tight fist. You raised it and knocked on the door. Your cheeks began to reddenned, your palms began to sweat, and your heart began thumping rapidly.

The door finally opened. Harry revealed himself behind the door and his face looked surprised, but there was a sign of happiness behind his features.

“Love! What are you doin’ here? Thought you were taking a self-care day.” Harry reminded.

“Yeah. I got bored while doing so… so here I am.” You beamed as Harry had a cute smile on his face. Dimples showing and the corners of his eyes crinkled.

“Well come in, bub. Let me feed you, yeah? You hungry?”

You hum in response once you enter the little apartment and inhale the air. Did he make Lasagna?

“Did you make Lasagna?” You asked as Harry smiled as he looked through the cupboards grabbing a plate.

“Yeah. Felt a little ambitious today.” He smirked. He cut a piece of Lasagna and set it on the plate as you sat near the kitchen island.

“Thank you, Harry.”

“Of course, bub.” He kissed your cheek as you blushed like crazy.

You ate in silence as Harry was beside you sitting on the other chair. Harry was drinking a glass of water as you continued eating. There was so much silence.

"Harry." You say, interrupting the silence.

"Yeah?" Harry looked over at you now. His eyes beaming and his smile present.

God, he looked so fucking beautiful.

"Can I tell you something?" You asked him as you shuffled your body to completely face him.

His face was calm. A smile was on his face his full attention on you.

“Can you… shit.” You sighed as you looked down your brows furrowed.”

“I’m pretty sure everyone can shit, Y/N.” Harry laughed. He glanced back at you seeing how distressed you were. “What is it, bub?” Harry’s face softened as he tried to grab one of your hands.

“It’s just-,”

“Just what?”

"Do you ever get that familiar feeling in your heart and stomach."

"What feeling?" He asks.

"You know, that little spark in your heart and stomach."

"I don't know what you me-," Harry says not finishing.

"The one I'm feeling right now." You confess as you stare up at Harry’s eyes, his face perplexed from what you just said.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

You stared up at his emerald eyes as you looked back down at your folded hands on your lap. Here it goes.

“I love you, Harry. I really fucking love you so much.” You confessed to him.

“I love you too, bub.” Harry smiled as he caressed your cheek.

“No, what I mean is that I love you more than a friend. I- I want to be with you Harry.”

Harry looked away, his hand that was on your cheek slowly lifted away from your face. He looked down at his lap, his eyes were closed and his hands were on his head.

“Look, I know this might change everything, but I have been wanting to tell you this, Harry. I have been having these feelings for you over these past few years, but I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

You glanced over at Harry as he walked to the couch and sat down. He didn’t say anything and by the quietness of his change of demeanor you felt like you broke something.

You messed up. You knew it was risky to tell him and you knew that it would potentially ruin your friendship with him, so why tell? Why would you tell him if you knew what the consequences were going to be in the future? Part of you thought that maybe just maybe he probably felt the same way towards you and that it wasn't just you having these feelings.

You loved him so much you couldn't even explain how much you loved him. As for Harry, Harry loves you so much too. He has been loving you since the two decades you both have known each other. He has loved you since the day you gave him a banana as a present for Christmas one year. He has loved you all those years you made him smile and laugh. He has loved you for so long, but he just didn't have the guts to tell you how he really felt about you.

Harry lets out a breath that he didn't even realize he was holding. He pats the couch cushion telling you to come and sit down next to him.

You sat next to him as he turned his head to look at you. His eyes held a different feeling and his brows furrowed.

“I love you too, Y/N." Harry said as he grabbed your hand and kissed it. "I've also been wanting to tell you that I wanted this to be more serious. I wanted to ask you if you could be my girl. There were so many times I wanted to ask you and I just couldn't because I was afraid of what would happen after." Harry confessed as his eyes averted from you and down at his hands on his knees.

You didn’t speak. How could you speak? You were speechless the entire time while listening to Harry also confess to you how he felt towards you. You were shocked.

“This is going to change everything, Harry.”

Harry scoots closer to you on the couch as you stare deep into his green eyes.

“I know it will, but I would love for it to change. And sometimes love comes in surprise, I just wish it wasn’t so fucking difficult to confess to that person how much they matter to you and how much you love them.” Harry smiled as he held your smaller hands in his big ones.

You sat there trying to figure out what else you wanted to tell him. You wished you could be the first to kiss him, but Harry beat you to it.

He leaned in, his hands cupping tour cheeks. Your eyes staring up at his green orbs. His brows furrowed but once he closed his eyes his face softened as he kissed your lips.

You dug your hands in his brown curls. You pushed his head closer to your face as you wanted to intense the kiss. He moaned when you started pulling on his hair.

Harry held onto your waist as he scooted you closer to him and brought you on top of his lap. He roamed down your body as you shivered each time his fingers would slowly caress your skin. His hands ran down your arms and yours were still stuck in his curls. He separated himself from you as you pouted from getting disconnected from him. He smiled and caressed your cheek as you leaned into his touch.

“You really want this?” He asks. His left hand tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Do you want this right now?” He asked again, as he stared down at your lips.

You wanted to answer. God knew how much you wanted to answer yes, and so that is what you did. You answered him as you were tugging on the hem of his shirt. He looked down at your actions as you finally leaned close to his left ear and whispered.

“Yes.” You muttered out.

Harry let you pull up his shirt. His shirt was off and you right away run your hands over his chest, his stomach and kissing the many tattoos that he had on his torso. You kissed the crook of his neck as he moaned and stopped your actions when he had one arm under your butt as he scooted to the edge of the couch and stood up, he helped you wrap your legs around his waist as he walked towards his bedroom.

This was it. You were going to lose your virginity to the man that you have loved for over two decades. You were ready to lose something that you knew eventually you were going to lose. You were ready to see where this next chapter of your life takes you, but you aren’t going to be afraid of it, because Harry is going to be there to guide you through it.

Harry let you sit down on his bed as he walked towards his bathroom and grabbed a little foil package. He walked towards you slowly as he was waiting for you to tell him if it was actually okay that you wanted this.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Harry asked you. He was on his knees in front of you as you nodded and tried to ignore his intense green eyes. Damn, his eyes are so dark than their usual light green shade.

“I’ve-- I’ve never had sex before, Harry.” You told him as he immediately looked into your eyes.

He held your hands, “Bub.” He sighed out, his head down facing the floor. “Do you want this? We don’t have to do anything you don’t want. We can jus’-”

“I want this. I really do Harry, I want you.” You answered, your voice slightly quiet and shaky. You were nervous, but you were ready to make love with Harry.

Harry was the first to initiate. He leaned forward as he cupped your cheeks and ran his index finger along your cheek. He smiled for a second and went back to having his brows furrowed in concentration as if he was feeling your skin for the first time. He kept running his fingers along your cheeks as you became impatient, you were becoming selfish you wanted to feel his hands everywhere on your body, but you were being patient for now.

Harry then stopped stroking your cheeks and went in and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. You ran your hands through his messy brown curls as he moaned in your mouth as he began wrapping his arms around your body. Your kisses were causing Harry to feel overwhelmed in a good way, he wanted it now, he wanted you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss as you fell on the bed and kept him closer to you. You left small kisses trailing down his jawline and began softly biting his ear as he stared down at you with a menacing look. His stare concentrated on you as he then ran his hands under your sweatshirt giving you shivers from the cold feeling of his rings. He unhooked your bra and asked for your permission just by looking at your shining eyes of desire. Harry didn’t hesitate and pulled the shirt off of you as you quickly removed the straps from your shoulders and threw the bra elsewhere.

Harry’s breathing became ragged and yours the same. He brought you even closer which sounded impossible but he kept you close as he wrapped one arm around your body as you lay beneath him. He slightly got up and carried you for a bit so you could rest your head on the pillows better. He was at the foot of the bed and started landing kisses on your stomach and trailing up towards your breasts. He sucked on your left nipple then pecked it and sucked on your other nipple giving it the same attention.

You kissed his neck as he started to smile as it tickled him a bit, but a moan escaped his pink lips when you bit his ear lobe again, you smiled and wrapped your arms tighter around his neck.

“Harry-,” You breathed as he looked up at you with those beautiful green eyes of his.

“Yes, bub?”

“Please?”

“What do you want me to do?”

“I need you, please.”

“Soon, pet. Soon.” He purred close to your ear.

He teased your skin by landing kisses everywhere on your tummy and sucking on your nipples. He moved his relentless mouth to yours and kissed you passionately as his hand was buried in your hair. You tried to land kisses on his neck but he went back down. He looked up at you as if asking for your permission you replied with a bite of your lip as he resumed back to sliding your sweatpants off you. He threw them across the room and cupped your private. He kissed along the skin of your inner thighs and separated your legs so he could continue caressing your core and kissing your skin that he hasn't yet touched.

Here is where you started to pant. His mouth was doing wonders to your clit as he swiped his tongue along your sensitive bud. You scrunch up the comforter each time he hit that spot that made you a moaning mess, each lick, each time he rubbed your clit made you pull on his brown hair harder and harder as he let out a groan. Why have you missed on this for this long?

You just lay on your back as Harry continued kissing and sucking on you while you tugged on his hair and holding tightly onto his arms that were lazily on your tummy. He brought his left arm down and he inserted a finger inside of you as you were already soaking wet.

"You're so wet fo' me love" He rasped out. You looked down at him and cupped his cheek as he leaned into your touch. His eyes told you something without using his words. He stared up at your eyes and smiled for a bit then coming up to cradle your face in his hands. He leaned forward and pressed a delicate kiss on your lips as you tasted yourself.

“You really want this?” He asked again close to your mouth, you felt the warm air of his mouth close to yours and cupped his cheek as you leaned forward and whispered into his ear.

“Please Harry.” Harry then kissed your forehead and went back down to your private. He stuck two fingers then three in you as he pumped softly and slowly. He then brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. He got up to his knees and started to unbuckle his belt as you stopped him and motioned for him to leave it and that you were going to do it.

You obviously have never done this before but you wanted to try. So you got down on your knees on the bed as he stared down at you once you set your fingers on the leather material of his belt. You unbuckled it and unzipped his jeans and slid them off his thighs, he got off the bed and took off his jeans as he stood on the floor as you stayed on the bed your knees bent as you grabbed his prick still covered from his boxers. You slid his boxers down as his prick flinged out. He was already hard and precum already staining the pink tip. You stroked his hard prick and leaned down as you opened your mouth and took him inside. You felt his hips buckle once you licked his tip and began bobbing your head up and down as you took him all in your mouth. Harry's hands were in your hair as he tugged and tugged harder when he would feel your throat clenching around him.

"Fuck angel." He breathed as he caressed your cheek and felt a slight bump which was his cock. You took him out of your mouth and licked down his length and massaged his balls as he rolled his head back and eyes shut. His brows furrowed from the pleasure he felt and the way your hands worked their magic on his cock. How you were inexperienced but you did it just perfectly, you made him feel powerless in a good way. You made him feel good.

"Harry." You whispered as you had your hand on his shaft and looked up at his green eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Can I feel you now?" You muttered out as your cheeks started to heat up by the way Harry stared down at you.

"You want me now?" He asked a smile appearing on his beautiful face.

"Please." You mumbled as you looked down at your hand holding onto his hard prick.

Harry stared down at you. How your hair frames your face and those lips that he wanted to touch and kiss the whole night. He just really hoped that he could make you feel good tonight, that’s all he wanted for you.

He cupped your cheek and lifted your chin so you could look at him. He caressed your cheeks and kissed your lips as your tongues fought for dominance. He ran his hand through your hair as you tugged on his curls and let out a groan. Harry grabbed the foil package on the nightstand and turned around to get on the bed with you. He faced you as he ripped the little package and inserted the rubber on him. He crawled towards you as he separated your legs and inserted two fingers and pushed them inside of you as he rubbed your clit as you arched your back in ecstasy. He then removed his fingers and licked them clean before he kissed your skin of your thighs and moving up to your tummy laying small sloppy kisses on your soft skin and then kissed your forehead. He pumped himself before he was going to get inside of you.

“You’re ready, love?”

“Yes Harry.” You nodded. Your hands caressing his chest.

“Please tell me if I’m hurting you. I don’t want to ruin your first time, bub.” He whispered. He pecked your nose and trailed down to your collarbone as you nodded your head in response.

Harry was lined up near your entrance. He was sucking on one of your nipples and one hand still pumping himself as he was just centimeters away from entering you. He looked up at your eyes as he finally inserted himself inside and you whimpered as soon as you feel the tip enter inside of you. You leaned forward as you pushed him down so you could feel his warm torso against yours. You kissed his collarbone and shoulders as you also dragged your nails along his back as he moaned. He held onto you tight and secure. His thrusts shaking your body physically and emotionally. His hands wandered down to your hips and then back to your flustered cheeks. His thrusts became uneven and slow as he wanted to go a bit faster but he didn't want to because he was worried that he was going to hurt you.

"Harry." You panted as he had his head hidden in the crook of your neck.

"Mhm...yeah?" He gasped out.

"Go... faster." Harry looked at you with concern in his eyes as you cupped his cheek.

"You sure?" He whispered.

"Ye- yeah." You stuttered.

Harry still had worry in his eyes but he granted your wish. He went faster and each time he thrust inside of you he went deeper as you scrunched up the comforter and your back arching each time he pushed and rubbed your clit.

You’ve never thought that it felt like this. You never thought that at first pain filled your nerves, but then it transformed into pleasure instead of sharp pains, it was magical in a sense. Harry thrust himself deeply every time you would bite his earlobe and pull on his hair. His hands did wonders to your thighs and breasts as he kneaded them, sucked on them. His eyes hiding that dark and yet soft side of him. His mouth open each time he moaned and felt you clench your walls around him. You would drag your nails down his back as he groaned and pushed himself faster into you. Your thighs wanted to close themselves as you started to feel overwhelmed with pleasure, but you kept them open and held Harry closer to you as a way to feel his stomach against yours and his hands wrapping around your frame.

You wanted to feel all of him inside of you and you didn’t want this night to end, you wished that it could be night so the shining moon could be your only light and Harry being the only person here with you, hugging you keeping you safe.

Harry kept pushing himself inside of you as you moaned out his name each time he thrusted harder and harder. He kept hitting that spot that made you arch your back and toes curl, your breaths became uneven. You were ready to face your first orgasm, you were ready to finally feel the climax of this night. Harry held you close as he whispered in your ear and gave you a reassuring peck on your forehead.

“I’m comin’... undone, love.” He whispered as you kissed his lips cupping both of his cheeks. He took a handful of the bedsheets and scrunched them once he felt himself release in the condom. You felt himself twitch in you as he started to feel your walls tighten around him. You arched your back and brought Harry closer to you as he held you close so you could release as well.

You orgasmed as Harry kissed your lips and moved himself down your body and sucked on your nipples softly kissing them and landing featherly kisses on your stomach. He went down to your core and stuck two fingers inside of you.

Harry's mouth did wonders to your core and you tried your best to keep your thighs separated but the pleasure was starting to get too much.

"Har… Harry." You moaned out, Harry's fingers not stopping from pumping inside of your cunt.

Harry took his fingers out of you and climbed up to cup your face. His eyes sparkling, his hair ruffled in a mess and his chest wet with sweat.

"Cum for me again, bub." He whispered close to your ear. He cupped your cheek and kissed your lips. "Can you…-" kiss.

"Do that…-" kiss. "For me?" Kiss… mhm, nope.

He teased you thinking that he was going to kiss you that last time.

"Ya fuckin' tease!" You whisper yelled as you hit his chest playfully. Harry just laughed at your reaction and gave you a kiss on the forehead instead of your lips.

"Maybe later. Right after I make you cum again?" Harry reasoned with you as you ran your hands through his messy hair.

"Okay. Go slow first, yeah?" You responded to him. Harry smiled and finally kissed you on the lips.

"F'course love." He kissed you again on the lips before he slid down to come face to face with your clit.

Harry teased your clit by swiping his tongue over it and sliding down to lick and kiss the flaps. He inserted one finger inside of you as he licked and continued teasing your clit some more. You were overwhelmed already. You wanted to push his face away from your core, but you knew that you secretly loved feeling his tongue swipe and slide in your core each time he pumped his finger in you.

Only you knew how much you wanted to stay like this forever.

Harry continued to push in his finger then he pushed in two and then his third finger. He kissed your clit and your core each time you arched your back and pulled on his hair. Harry didn’t stop even for a second he just kept pushing his fingers inside of you and he never went up to kiss you. You were dying to kiss his lips that tasted of you. You were dying beneath him right now and you couldn’t do anything about it because he was too heavy and too tall to push off. You just felt, dead. Motionless and weak by the way Harry has his left arm wrapped around your right thigh and his right hand busy trying to please you.

You rolled your head back as your back arched each time Harry swiped his tongue over your clit. Your hands intertwining in his curls. Your eyes were shut and your mouth wide open groaning out Harry's name. It was all too much again. Harry was giving you that feeling yet again, that feeling that you now know too well.

Your eyes squeezed shut even more and your hands were now scrunching the bed sheets, no longer lost in Harry's hair. You were squirming beneath Harry. Your hands still scrunching the sheets and your toes curling from all the pleasure you were receiving.

Harry pulled his fingers out of you and grabbed your hands so you could pull on his hair instead of the sheets.

"Love? You okay?" Harry asked, concern written in his features.

Is he serious? Is he really asking if you're okay? Obviously no! You were about to cum for the hundredth time it felt like, and it started to feel more overwhelming and you just couldn't take it any longer.

He had his eyes on you as you looked down at him for a few seconds, but then closed your eyes.

So you didn't answer him with words you just answered by whimpering and moaning out his name.

Harry cupped your cheek and kissed your lips.

“Jus’ hang a little longer, love. Promise I’ll let you release.” Harry whispered into your ear.

Harry went back down to finger you as you kept your hands in Harry’s hair. You pulled each time he thrusted his fingers in you as each time he did so, you moaned out his name.

You knew you were about to release. You knew you were going to cum the second time, but this time it felt different. His fingers worked wonders down there, but you did feel overwhelmed.

Harry in the other hand loved feeling you with his fingers. He loved kissing your delicate skin and he loved how each time he pushed his fingers into you you would moan out his name. He loved how he filled that pretty mouth of yours with his prick. He loved how your mouth, and body kept that same feeling. Lust and love.

So he continued thrusting his fingers in you as your body kept squirming beneath him as he tried to keep your thighs separated from each other. You pulled his hair even harder than before and Harry groaned and looked up at you.

“Har… Harry, I’ma- I’ma cum,” You slurred as Harry smirked and went back down.

“Cum for me, love.” Harry spoke in front of your cunt. You shivered from his breath hitting your sensitive spot, and scratched along his arms as you bite your lip. Once in a while you would look down and make eye contact with Harry which made you bite your lip continuously.

As soon as you came, Harry cleaned you off and finally licked his fingers clean as well. He kissed along your stomach and he landed small and messy kisses on your collarbone. He teased your bottom lip with his finger and he finally landed his lips on yours. He kissed you passionately. The kiss was slow, but also dominant. Your tongue and his were fighting each other for dominance, but both of you failed to do so.

“I love you so much, bub.” Harry said once he separated his lips from yours. He laid soft, breathy kisses on your tummy and kissed your nipples and slightly sucked on them both. Harry then kissed your collarbone again and sucked on your neck, and meeting your face again.

“I love you, Harry.” You gasped out as you tried to catch your breath from kissing him for a long time. You cuddled closer to his body and he let you as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. He kissed the top of your head and smoothed out your messy hair.

Right now it was silent between you both. You intertwined your fingers with his and he did not hesitate one bit when you wanted to feel his fingers with yours. Harry kissed your hand folded with his and smiled at you as you returned the smile as well.

Both of you lay beside each other. You kept your hand on Harry's tummy and slowly started to drag your fingers along his warm skin. You started to feel little bumps forming on his stomach as you smiled and kissed Harry's forehead.

"Love you Harry." You whispered near his ear.

"Love ya too, bub." He kissed the top of your head and cuddled even closer to you. He scooted down so he could kiss your left breast as he tucked his head in your chest. You smiled and ran your hands through his brown curls.

You and Harry stayed like that the entire night. You continued running your hand through his hair before you started to fall asleep. And Harry continued to kiss and cuddle close to your warm chest.

If this wasn't heaven then you didn't know what was. Because being cuddled next to Harry felt like fucking heaven itself.

**//**

The next morning you woke up first since Harry was still asleep next to you. He looked so adorable. His mouth was slightly open and he snored a bit as you smiled and moved a strand of hair away from his forehead. You were about to get up, but a certain pain shot down your private area before you got off the bed, Harry’s strong arms wrapped around your waist keeping you from getting up from the bed. You plopped back down and giggled at Harry’s cute reaction to you almost leaving the bed.

Was he even asleep?

Nope.

"Mornin', love." Harry whispered as he moved his face down to kiss your neck and lightly bite your skin. "How'd ya sleep?" He smirked as his voice sounded very croaky.

You moved another piece of hair away from his forehead so you could kiss his forehead.

"M'sore. It kind of hurts." You said as Harry kissed your forehead and lips.

"M'sorry, Y/N. I didn't want to hurt you that bad." His expression fell once he heard how you felt. He retracted back from you and got off the bed. He put on his underwear and walked out of the bedroom.

Taking this as a signal, you also get off the bed but wincing once you were in a sitting position on the bed.

"Fuck sakes." You wince at the pain. You slowly get up from the bed and walked towards Harry's dresser and picked out a shirt to wear. After you pulled over the shirt over your head you started to walk slowly towards the door.

You held the doorknob and was about to turn the knob, but Harry twisted the knob. He was carrying a towel and some… bath bombs?

"Harry? Are going to take a bath?" You asked him as he took your hand in his and led you towards the bed. You sat down, and he walked to the door of the bathroom that was connected to his bedroom.

"You're taking a bath, bub. Hope these bath bombs can help you relax." He noted as he twisted the faucets and turned on the water.

You stayed on the bed while Harry was busy filling up the tub and adding a bath bomb.

"Ready?" Harry asked from the bathroom.

"Yeah." You walked towards the bathroom. Harry handed you his hand for guidance to get in the tub and you gratefully intertwined your hand with his.

"Are you joining me?" You quickly asked him.

"You want me to?" He asked back. He scratched his head and leaned over and gave you a kiss. "Maybe next time, love. I need you to relax. I'ma be in the kitchen making you a tea, yeah?"

"Nooo!" You pouted.

"What?" Harry smiled. " You gonna miss me?" He came close to you and cupped your cheeks. "Promise I'll bring the tea in when I'm done and maybe I'll join you." Harry looked down at your lips instead of your eyes. He started to lean closer to you, you started to pucker your lips, but Harry noticed this and backed away with a cheeky smirk on his features.

"Ya fucking tease, H!" You exclaimed as you threw a loofah at him.

“I’ll see ya in a bit, yeah?” He smiled.

He had the fucking audicity to smile too? This man was going to be the death of you.

**//**

After an hour passed you were still in the bath, but what was different this time was having Harry in the bath with you. A cup of tea in your hand as Harry washed your back soothingly. With each passing second you and Harry kissed whenever you craved it. You knew that you wanted to take it further than just kissing each other, but you also felt sore from last night, so maybe waiting is your best bet… for now.

After the long bath. You dried yourself off and changed into some fresh clothes. You had to borrow a shirt from Harry which he didn’t mind. You put on your sweats that you wore yesterday and you were ready to head out to the Farmer’s Market to get a proper breakfast.

Harry was ready before you so he was just waiting patiently on the couch. When you walked into the living room Harry walked towards you grabbed your hand.

“Ready?” He asked, those green eyes staring down at you lovingly.

“Absolutely.” You answered.

**//**

The drive was quick. Harry kept one hand on the steering wheel and his other hand on your thigh which you had your hands intertwined.

Harry would send you cute little smiles your way. You giggled and held his hand tighter.

Both of you arrived at the Farmers market and walked around to see the food in the different food stands.

You walked alongside Harry as he held your hand tightly in his. You let Harry lead you both to the food stands. There were many food stands to choose from, but there was one that caught your eye. There was a food stand that was serving crepes which was the meal that you have been craving.

“How ‘bout crêpes?” You asked Harry. He looked down at you and smiled.

“Love the idea.” He replied to you. He walked towards the food stand with you following close behind.

Harry ordered the meal as you looked around the little farmer’s market. You scanned the other little stands and smiled while doing so. You stopped scanning the area when you set your eyes on someone familiar. You looked at the older woman and you automatically recognized her from her ocean blue eyes and her long grey hair.

Charlie.

She looked at you and smiled from afar. She looked to her right and saw that familiar ‘Harold’ guy you sometimes brought to the candle shop. She smiled yet again, but this smile was much more bigger than her last smile. She was about to leave with someone that she was with, but before she could she gave you two thumbs-up and mouthed something that looked like she said, “I told you.” You smiled at her and gave her a wave as she returned the gesture before she walked with a young woman.

And yet it was because of that talk with Charlie that gave you the wits to tell Harry how you felt. Charlie did have a way with words didn’t she?

“What are ya lookin’ at, bub?” Harry asked next to you. You forgot that Harry was right next to you this whole time.

“Nothing, Harry. Did ya get the crêpes?” You asked as you kept your lips curved up as you were still smiling.

You and Harry walked towards a bench where you both could eat your breakfast and chat for a bit. After you both finished eating your crepes, you and Harry just walked around for a bit before you both decided to head home.

Once you arrived to Harry’s apartment, Harry decides to put on a couple movies for the rest of the evening. You and Harry were comfortably cuddled next to each other on the couch, stealing kisses from each other and forgetting about the movie in the background. You gave Harry a seductive look and Harry took this as a response.

“Bedroom?” He asked you. Your hands were cupping his cheeks as you sat on his lap.

“Hmm? Let me think.” You teased. Harry wrapped an arm around your waist and spoke near your ear.

“Let’s say that yesterday was just practice, yeah?” Harry smirked, the corners of his eyes crinkled.

“Jus’ practice then.” You smiled at him and kissed Harry’s peaking dimples.

“Shall we do it one more time?” Harry asked you. His eyes holding so much emotion, and his lips turning watermelon red from you kissing him.

“Uh- y-,” Harry cuts you off from what you were going to say by his hands cupping your ass and carrying you.

“What was that, bub?” He smirked up at you as you kissed his forehead and he slightly squeezed on your bum as you giggled.

You and Harry stayed in bed making love for the rest of the night and continued when the sun peeked through the curtains of the bedroom.

You stayed enveloped in Harry's arms for the entire morning and kissed almost every second. You would kiss Harry on his lips and cheeks and his adorable face would smile and the corners of his eyes would crinkle. That morning was one of the many that you were ready to share with Harry. This was just the beginning and you were so ready for it.

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My Love For You (Finale) Pt. 3

Requested: Imagine H being really in love w y/n celebrating his daughter birthday at Anne’s and everyone realising that Harry has found the one OMG THS IS REALLY CHESSY I LOVE IT

Pairing: Harry x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, and angst.

Word Count: 13k+

A/N: I cried a bit when I wrote this part too. I hope you have enjoyed this mini series as much as I did writing their relationships. (P.S) These songs inspired this part so enjoy listening to them! 💕💓

Series Playlist:

Meet Me in The Hallway - Harry Styles

I Was Made For Loving You - Tori Kelly, Ed Sheeran

Saving My Love For You - Whitney Houston

A week later after Y/N’s and Harry’s little get-together or date, Harry’s birthday came around.

Y/N was in the kitchen baking a carrot cake that Harry mentioned was his favorite. Y/N didn’t have to bake a cake for him, but she wanted to.

**//**

As soon as she finished baking the cake and frosted it, she went to the shower to freshen up and get ready so she could head over to Harry’s house.

The present was at hand as it was sitting on the kitchen island next to the cake.

She grabbed everything and walked out of her little apartment and stood at the bus stop so she could arrive to the mini birthday celebration.

Meanwhile in Harry’s home, Evie was jumping around on the sofas excited that Y/N was going to come over to celebrate Harry’s birthday.

“Y/N is coming! She’s coming, she’s coming, daddy!”

“Lovie. You sound more excited than me!” He exclaimed, his hands on his hips as he continued watching Evie hopping on the couches. “Please sit down, Evie. You know I don’t like you jumping on the couches.”

Evie obliged and sat down on the couch. Before Harry could say anything else, there was a knock on the door and Evie stood right back up and started hopping on the couch again.

Harry sighed and walked over to the door, “Oh, Evie.” He sighed.

He opened the door and there she was. Y/N was seen carrying a white cater box and a small present bag.

“Oh, love. Let me help you with that.” Harry requested. He held onto the white cater box and Y/N walked in the lovely home and put down the present on the dining table.

Once she closed the door behind her, Evie came running at her and hugged her legs.

“Y/N!”

“Evie! Hi, lovie! How are you, bub?” Y/N asked, her arms wrapping around the small child.

“Good! I haven’t seen you!”

Y/N laughs and sees Harry come from the kitchen and smiles brightly at them.

“It’s only been a week… I think.” Y/N says as she thinks to herself when the last time they’ve seen each other.

“I’m happy.” Evie smiles.

“You’re happy I’m here?”

Evie nods her head as Harry touches his chest and looks offended.

“How ‘bout me, lovie? I don’t make ya happy, eh?” Harry mocked.

“I love ya, daddy. You always make me happy.” Evie’s smile causing Y/N to smile.

“I love you too, Evie.” He said. He landed a kiss on Evie’s forehead and gave her a high-five. “Now can I take Y/N from you for a bit, yeah?” Harry asked. His sights going up to meet Y/N’s eyes.

Harry took Y/N’s hand in his as Y/N’s face was burning up when Harry held her hand, just like when they were dancing last weekend.

“Have ya eaten, love?” He asked. His hands already having a plate ready for her so she could serve herself.

“No. Not yet.” Y/N said after clearing her throat.

Harry gave her the plate and guided her towards a pot of spaghetti and macaroni salad. Y/N served herself and went towards the little kitchen island and hopped up on a stool.

She started eating the spaghetti as Harry was looking through the fridge getting a water bottle, and a soft drink.

“Not sure which one ya wanted, but here you go, love.” Harry set the soft drink and the water bottle in front of her.

“Thank you, Harry.” Y/N thanked, as she smiled up at him.

Harry sat there typing on his phone, he noticed Evie came into the kitchen and started attacking him with tickles.

Y/N couldn’t resist to let out a fit of giggles as she was eating her spaghetti.

“Don’t lovie!” Harry exclaimed his arms protecting his sides from Evie’s mischievous little fingers.

Evie continued giggling and tickling Harry as Harry was now running, trying his best to get away from Evie.

Y/N continued to eat as she watched Harry and Evie running around the house. As soon as she finished eating, she went to the sink and put the plate in the sink and started to wash the dishes she used.

“Hey, Y/N! Come here to the living room.” Harry called out as Y/N was now drying off the dishes and putting them where they belong.

Y/N walked herself towards the living room and enjoyed the view of Harry and Evie having an intense tickle fight.

Y/N was leaning on the wall and just admiring the happy father and his little daughter.

“Y/N! It’s your turn!” Evie yelled out as she ran towards Y/N her hands already ready to tickle.

Harry ran towards her quickly and stopped her,

“No, no, no, lovie, she jus’ finished eating. Maybe another time, yeah?” Harry told her as Evie looked up and held Y/N’s hand.

“Can we play something then?”

“Sure thing, lovie. What would you want to play?” Y/N smiled down at her.

“Cars and then coloring?” Evie suggested.

Y/N, Evie, and Harry all went to Evie’s room and waited for Evie to get all her little cars out, coloring paper and coloring supplies.

They first played with the cars and then moving on to coloring.

Before Y/N finished her drawing, Evie showed her the drawing that she just finished.

“Y/N! Look, its you, me and daddy.”

Y/N looked at the drawing and the three little figures. It was her, Evie and Harry. Harry and her were holding hands and Evie was next to Y/N. Evie put so much detail in it that her face and Harry’s were both looking at each other admiring each other. Evie’s little figure looked forward, smiling. It was so illustrated, each color, each facial expression showed so much emotion and especially in her’s and Harry’s. Was it really this obvious?

“It’s pretty, lovie. You’re great at drawing, sweetie.” Y/N smiled as she only looked at Evie, ignoring Harry’s eyes as much as possible.

“I think it’s time for the cake. And then presents.” Harry suggested as he got up from sitting on the floor.

Y/N waited until Harry was out of the room and she got up along with Evie following suit.

“You sure you liked me drawing, Y/N?”

Y/N smiled, “Of course, lovie. I adored it.”

As soon as Y/N and Evie made it to the kitchen Harry was busy looking for candles in the drawers.

“Harry? Let me and Evie put on the candles, yeah? Y/N encouraged as Harry sat down on a stool.

Y/N and Evie both had a different numbered candle in their hands and put them on the cake.

“You’re going to be twenty-six right, Harry?”

“Yeah, I’m gettin’ quite old if I’m being honest.” Harry smiled.

“You’re granddad now, daddy!” Evie laughed and tickled Harry’s side.

“I guess I am, lovie.”

Harry picked up Evie and walked towards the cake with lit candles.

“Make your wish, Harry.” Y/N told him, as she stepped aside and grabbed her phone and took a couple pictures.

Harry closed his eyes and Evie closed them as well when she noticed that he closed them.

Harry didn’t know what to wish for. His last birthday wish came true, so he was definitely positive that this wish was going to come true too.

Harry blows the two candles and opens his eyes and feels Evie wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Happy birthday, daddy!” Evie exclaimed, smiling brightly at her dad.

“Thank you, little Evie.” Harry smiled back and poked Evie’s little dimples, as Evie did the same to Harry’s.

“Happy birthday, Harry.” Y/N said. She walked towards the two.

“Thank you, love. Thank you for the cake. Ya didn’t have to bake it yourself.”

“It’s no worries, Harry. I wanted to.”

Harry put Evie back down on the floor and brought Y/N in his arms.

This hug, this right now was a dream. They both didn’t know it but they enjoyed this physical contact, it wasn’t much, but it was something.

“You’re a precious beauty, Y/N. You know that?” Harry whispered in her ear. “You’re jus’ so special, love.” Y/N smiled. Hiding her face on Harry’s chest, pleading that her face wasn’t bright red from all these compliments.

“You’re the beauty, Harry.” Y/N whispered back to his ear. “Happy birthday.” Y/N said as she reached up to kiss his cheek and released herself from Harry’s arms.

“Evie do you want some cake, lovie?”

Evie jumped up and down signaling Y/N that she wanted a piece.

“You Harry?”

Harry was still flabbergasted by the kiss. It wasn’t the first kiss that Y/N gave him, but today was just… different. Both of his hands ran through his hair as he looked away from her, feeling his face heating up.

“Uh… Yeah, um. Jus’ a moment, Y/N.” He replied back. His hand on his beating heart as he tried to regulate his breathing to a minimum pace.

Fuck, why do you make me feel so breathless. Can I just tell you how much I love you now?

Harry was now calm and joined Y/N and Evie as they were both busy laughing at something that Evie said.

“That piece is yours, Harry. The biggest slice out of ours.” Y/N smiled as Harry returned the smile.

Harry sat next to Y/N and took a bite of his carrot cake.

“Mmh, this is really good, Y/N.” Harry said after taking another bite of the cake.

“Thank you. You got some frosting in the corner of your lips.” Y/N added. She grabbed a napkin and cleaned the frosting.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Harry smiled his eyes staring down at her lips and up to her precious eyes.

They both went back to eating their cake as Evie looked to them both and smiled. She hopped off the stool, leaving Y/N and Harry alone, and she went to the living room and turned on the tellie and watched some cartoons.

**//**

After they finished eating their cake Y/N grabbed the little bag that had Harry’s present in and handed it to him. He took it and sat down on the couch next to Evie.

“I got you this. I chose it because it reminded me of you.” Y/N smiled as Harry looked at the bag in his hand and took out the little tissue paper that was sticking out from the bag.

Once all the tissue paper was out, he took out a little book, a sketchbook that had a little design embedded on the cover of the sketchbook. Harry was about to hug her but Y/N motioned for him to continue looking through the bag. As he did so, he got out a black newsboy cap. It felt so soft in his touch, the fabric just felt comfortable and it looked nice.

“Did you like them?” Y/N asked. Her sights on the newsboy cap in Harry’s hands.

Harry smiled and brought her again in his arms and she felt that familiar little nook in his arms where she loved tucking her head in, oh, how she loved hugging him.

“I loved ‘em, love. Thank you so much. You didn’t have to give me anythin’.” Harry told her, as he smelled her perfume in her loose hair. He unwrapped his arms and moved to sit back down on his spot.

He put on the little newsboy cap on and hid his eyes under the brim of the hat and tilted his head up on the couch cushion and pretended to sleep.

“I might have to use this when I go to sleep, love. It’ll keep the light out.” Harry teases as he continued having his eyes covered by the brim of the hat. Before Harry could let out a fake snore, Y/N gently punched Harry’s arm.

“You better not, Harry!” Y/N exclaimed as she started tickling Harry’s side. Evie saw this and went to tickle Harry’s other side.

“No, lovie! Y/N, love, stop!” Harry exclaimed as he tried to block Evie’s and Y/N’s hands from tickling his sides.

Evie, Y/N, and Harry both continued to tickle each other. Harry managed to keep both Evie’s and Y/N’s hands away from his tummy and ran towards the bathroom and locking himself in. Y/N and Evie followed suit, but they decided they were done with the tickle-fight and promised Harry that they weren’t going to try to tickle him.

Harry walked out of the bathroom and went in the living room finding Evie and Y/N both watching a cartoon together.

Two hours of watching cartoons, Evie started to get a little tired from watching the tellie. She cuddled in between Y/N and Harry. Her legs were curled up and an arm lied on Harry’s stomach.

Harry was going to carry her to her bed so she can feel more comfortable but she said ‘no.’ Evie stayed between them. Y/N moved a strand of Evie’s hair away from her face and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

“Goodnight, Evie.” Y/N whispered.

“Goodnight, my little bub.” Harry whispered as well. He kissed her forehead and went to the closet and grabbed a fluffy blanket to cover her with.

Harry spread the blanket on her and as he was doing so, Y/N got up from the couch and moved Evie’s body so she would be more comfortable.

“I think I’m going to head on out, Harry.” Y/N said, as she rubbed her eyes a bit and let out a yawn.

“You sure, Y/N?”

“Yeah. It’s getting quite late.”

It was barely eight, but around that time Evie was already put in for the night and Harry was usually wide awake at that time.

“Okay, love. Take some food with you. There’s still a lot of spaghetti and macaroni salad left.” Harry assured as he walked towards the kitchen and went to grab a tupperware.

“Uh, sure. Don’t put in too much, Harry.”

“It’s no problem, love.” Harry smiled as he continued filling up the medium sized tupperware.

As soon as Harry finished filling up the tupperware he put it into a little bag and handed it to Y/N who was standing near the kitchen island.

“Here, love. Let me go grab your jacket.”

Harry went on ahead and walked towards the coat rack and grabbed Y/N’s coat.

Harry helped Y/N to put on her coat and they walked towards the door.

“I would give you a ride home, but I don’t want to disturb Evie by putting her in her car-seat.” Harry said as he looked behind him as Evie was sound asleep.

“It’s okay, Harry. Maybe another time?”

He was definitely thinking of seeing her again.

“Be careful, love. Get home safely and let me know when you get in your apartment, yeah?” Harry reminded. Y/N walked closer to the door and she turned the knob as she was ready to leave.

Harry got close to her. Y/N turned around and looked up to lock eyes with Harry. They were close, just like the other time when they were dancing. Was it going to happen now? Or will it never happen, thought Y/N.

They both didn’t know. Both craved the taste of each other’s lips. Was it selfish that they both wanted to kiss each other and run their tongues along each other’s lips? Was it just too selfish to ask for more physical contact? They didn’t care, but all they anticipated was a glimpse of physical contact.

Harry got even closer and cupped Y/N’s cheek as Y/N leaned into his touch, he cupped the other side of her cheek as Y/N had her eyes closed and opened them again staring at those mesmerizing green eyes that she adored. Harry leaned forward almost touching Y/N’s nose. He leaned even closer, and he went for it. He kissed her lips and pulled her closer to him if that was even possible they were literally molded into each other. He swiped his tongue along her bottom lip and released his lips from her and took a deep breath. He set his forehead on hers and ran both of his hands in Y/N’s hair. Y/N moaned and did the same to Harry.

“Y/N.” Harry whispered his hands moving down to land on her shoulder.

Y/N didn’t say anything back she just hummed in response, she didn’t know what to say. The kiss, everything came so fast that she didn’t want to ruin it by saying something that would probably end the moment. But she had to, it was getting late.

“I’ma go, Harry.” Y/N gasped out, her breath short and heart beating way too fast.

Harry caressed her cheek and kissed her lips one last time, well actually two more times because he couldn’t get enough of her.

“Sweet dreams, love.”

Y/N walked out the house and walked towards the bus stop. Butterflies swirling around in her belly, a feeling that she hasn’t experienced in a long time.

**//**

Y/N arrived to her little apartment and went to bed right after she did her daily night routine. Before she even closed her eyes she messaged Harry. She kept deleting each sentence that came into mind and couldn’t make up her mind what to send him. Should she say goodnight? No she already said that before she left his house. Does she say see you soon and then goodnight, or should she mention the kiss? She cleared her mind and just sent another goodnight message and told him to sleep with the angels.

While Harry was in bed his phone’s screen lit up and he picked it up and saw a message that YN currently sent him.

Once he read the small, but meaningful message, he sent one back and put his phone on his nightstand and went to sleep peacefully. His last thoughts regarding Y/N and that kiss that they both shared before she left.

*2 Weeks Later*

It was February 15th, Evie’s anticipated birthday party was finally here. Harry was home alone getting everything ready for the party later in the day. Evie was at her grammy’s house because Anne wanted her there before her birthday party started, so Harry took her the day before.

Harry was making macaroni salads and making some vanilla cupcakes for dessert.

He couldn’t believe that today was his little baby’s birthday today, she was going to turn four and it didn’t feel like that much time has passed. He still remembers the day she was born and her big first birthday party when she turned one. Four years have passed that quick. Just in a couple months Harry is going to have to send her off to grade school, and he wasn’t quite keen on the idea of sending her to school yet. He loved the little bub too much that he would probably miss her running around in the house and causing some mischief. But he knew that he had to let her grow up.

As for Y/N, she was getting ready as well. Harry sent her a message a couple hours before she woke up. She was currently wrapping the present that she was going to give Evie. A coloring book and some paint supplies and colored pencils. Evie has always expressed how much she enjoyed coloring and even painting. Y/N was excited to see Evie’s reaction after seeing the two things that she got her and to be honest, Y/N was excited that she was going to the birthday party, she adored Evie with all her heart and just loved her to bits each time Y/N came over to their house. A wonderful little girl that has captured Y/N’s heart and she didn’t mind it at all.

**//**

Y/N was dressed and ready to go to the party. Harry sent her a message that he was coming by to pick her up before they headed out to his mum’s house.

Harry quickly messaged Y/N that he was outside of the apartment complex. As soon as Y/N walked out of the exit of the complex, she got in his car and smiled brightly at him. With just a smile they were both off to Harry’s mum’s house.

The drive was quiet, a comfortable silence invading the space in the car. Y/N and Harry didn’t mind it at all, they were both comfortably looking at the road. Both didn’t know what they were, they weren’t even sure if they wanted to ask each other what they were now after that kiss they shared after Harry’s birthday. They were both scared what they were going to become. Harry was afraid that it might not work out and Y/N was swirled with all these questions that if she actually was capable of loving him and if they were going to work, they both felt iffy about the whole thing.

**//**

“Mum, Gemma! Where’s my little bub?!” Harry exclaimed as he set foot into the comfortable house.

There was no answer but there was a sound that Harry recognized too well. Running footsteps were heard near the living room and Harry looked over the direction of the footsteps and saw little Evie running towards him, her arms open.

Harry hugs Evie and he kisses her on the top of her head.

“Happy Birthday, bub.”

Evie thanked him and looked over her shoulder and looked at Y/N.

“Y/N! You came!” Evie exclaimed as she was now hugging Y/N’s legs.

“Of course I came, lovie. I wouldn’t want to miss it.”

Y/N stood up from hugging Evie and followed Harry through the little hallway of the house.

It was basically full in the house, well outside of the house. Kids and adults were all outside having the time of their lives, laughing and kids playing ball. Once they made it to the kitchen, there was a woman that looked very familiar to her. She wasn’t sure if she’s seen her at a market or somewhere else, but she felt like she knew her for some reason.

“Mum! I would like you to meet someone.” Harry said, as he looked behind him and caught Y/N’s eyes.

His mother! No wonder she looked familiar. Harry was basically a copy of his mother.

“Hello! I’m Y/N Y/L/N. It’s very nice to meet you.” Y/N greeted. She shook her hand in hers and smiled.

“Y/N! Harry has talked about you so much. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, love.” Harry’s mother added. “My name is Anne.”

Y/N nodded as Anne smiled at her and went back in the kitchen to finish up what she was doing.

“Y/N, love, can you help me with these trays? I have to put all of this food on those big trays.” Anne asked, as she pointed at the big trays on the counter.

“Of course.” Y/N replied back and moved into the kitchen to help Anne with the food.

Meanwhile, Harry went outside and said hello to everyone else and thanking them for coming. He walked towards his sister and tickled her side.

“Bloody hell!” Gemma exclaimed, “Harry?! When did ya get here?”

“Jus’ now, Gem.”

“Always bothering your sister, eh?” Michal chuckled.

“Oh stop it you!” Harry smiled, “It’s jus’ a tease.” Harry assured.

“Who’s that with mum?” Gemma said as she looked through the kitchen window.

“It’s- She’s a friend.” Harry muttered out.

“She got you all stuttery, love.” Gemma smiled. She looked at Harry, his eyes looking through the kitchen window.

“Yeah, she does.”

**//**

Y/N and Anne finished with putting food in the big trays. Anne was busy doing something else and told Y/N to go outside where Harry was at.

She didn’t go outside though, she was wandering in the living room looking at the many portraits that were displayed on the wall and on the shelf of the tellie. She came across a picture of a little girl and a much younger little boy than the girl. Pictures after pictures she saw were all there out in display. It was an art gallery of family photos and it felt very welcoming.

“Y/N?”

Y/N put a frame down and looked behind her, a smile on Harry’s face. A woman and a man walking alongside him.

“Y/N, I would like you to meet my sister. And this is my brother-in-law.”

Gemma walked towards her, “Hi Y/N. I’m Gemma, Harry’s big sister.” Y/N shook her hand and smiled at her.

“Hi, I’m Michal. Gemma’s husband.”

“It’s very nice to meet you both.” Y/N smiled. “Thank you for having me here. Everyone here is just wonderful.”

“Of course, love! You’re always welcome.” Gemma beamed, as her and Michal held hands.

“I’m going to find the birthday girl and give her her present.” Y/N beamed as she started to walk towards outside.

Gemma, Michal, and Harry all nodded. Harry looked between Michal and Gemma as they sent him mixed signals.

“What is it?”

“You like her don’t you?” Gemma asked.

“No.” Harry said. He smiled a second after he said it and looked at Gemma who had a smile.

“You do!” Gemma exclaimed.

“Aww, mate. You’re in love.” Michal added, as he softly punched Harry’s arm.

“No. I don’t like her that way- it’s jus- fuck, I don’t know.” Harry elaborated.

“Go for it, Harry. I know that you might not-,”

“No, Gemma, I can’t. I don’t think I’m ready for it.”

**//**

After everyone ate their food, Evie’s grammy brought out the cake and candles. Anne called for Harry and Y/N to join Evie so they could be beside her while she blew out the candles. Once the candles were lit, Evie smiled. Her big green eyes stared at the purple and pink undertones of the cake and took a bit of frosting. Harry and Y/N laughed, they both looked at Evie and pulled the cake a little towards her and waited until everyone finished singing to her.

Evie blew out the candles and took two swipes of frosting and slightly dragged it across Harry’s and Y/N’s cheek. She giggled as she got one last swipe of frosting and ate it. Harry, Y/N, and Evie were all laughing, they looked like a proper family. They all looked happy which caught the eyes of Harry’s family.

“Look at them, mum. They’re both happy. That’s the happiest I’ve seen Harry. She’s good to them.” Gemma said, her smile never leaving her as she continued looking at her little brother and Y/N.

“She is isn’t she? I just hope Harry gets his opportunity with Y/N.”

She was happy for Harry. The only times she remembers the last time she saw her son happy was for each birthday party they threw Evie. There were even times that when Anne wanted to come over and celebrate his birthday but he always told her he was busy designing or just didn’t really want to go out. But with Y/N he seems different, not in a bad way but in a way that she got her son back. Ever since the death of Evelyn, Harry seemed distant from the family for a bit. Anne and Gemma didn’t blame him for it, it was natural for taking time for himself to heal from the death of someone that was so close to him and someone that he gave his whole heart to. Anne and Gemma even thought that part of Harry went with Evelyn. He was there but he wasn’t fully there, which terrified Harry’s family.

**//**

After the cake was cut and everyone else went to back to their conversations. Harry went inside holding onto Y/N’s hand. He was leading her towards a guest room where he hid the present that he got for Evie.

“I hope she likes it. I know she’s been asking me to make her this for the longest and I just feel like today is the day to give it to her.”

Harry brought out a little green dress. Jewels adorned the bottom seams of the dress and the short sleeves were ruffles and loose. The dress looked like out of a Disney Princess film, little and big jewels looking like specs of water drops or little stars falling from the sky.

“She’s going to love it, Harry.” Y/N smiled, her hand landing on his shoulder. “It’s a beautiful dress.”

Harry wasn’t nervous about Evie liking the dress but he just wondered what her reaction would be when he pulls out the second present.

As Harry and Y/N entered the living room, Evie was playing with her cousins that were around her age. Luna and Danny were twins and they were always together. They are just one year older than Evie, so she is always hanging out with them because they’re the only cousins that are close to her age.

“Lovie?” Harry called, “I need to show you somethin’.”

Evie stands up and walks herself towards Harry and Y/N.

“Yes, daddy?”

Harry smiles and bends down so he could be at eye-level with his little bub.

“I got you this. I hope you like it, bub. Happy Birthday.”

The little gift bag is set on the floor in front of Evie. She looks at her dad then to Y/N. Y/N nods her head telling her to open it.

So she opens it. A small yellow box was in her hands as she concentrated on opening it. When she does, she sees little bundles of baby bananas. She squeals and jumps up and down finally wrapping her arms around Harry’s neck.

“You remembered, daddy!” Evie beamed, her smile never leaving and hops never depleting.

“Of course, bub. Why would I forget?” Harry smiles as she brings Evie back so he could look her small face.

“Tank you, daddy!”

Evie thanks her daddy with kisses to his cheeks and tickles to his tummy. Harry was happy that Evie was happy, he was just so darn happy about this about everything in general.

Evie came back to the little box and grabbed one baby banana and started to eat it.

“It’s so gooooooood!” Evie chuckled. She grabbed two more little bananas and walked towards Luna and Danny and offered them some. They gladly took them and started eating them along with Evie.

“Evie, I have one more present for you, bub.” Harry added as Evie looked behind her watching him grab a little bag behind him.

“I made you this.” Harry hands Evie the little bag as she takes it and narrows her eyes at him.

“Is it a pony?” Evie asks as Harry smiles and gives her a peck on her forehead.

“I don’t know Evie. Open it and see.”

Evie opens the little bag once again and takes out a soft cushion like object. It’s wrapped in green tissue paper so she can’t really see what the object actually is. She rips the tissue paper apart and looks down at what has revealed itself to her. A green little dress that she has asked her dad a couple months ago. She didn’t really think he was listening when she was describing the dress to him, since at the time he was busy sewing up a shirt.

“You listened daddy?”

Harry laughs a small smile appearing, “I was always listening, bub. Even though I was busy finishing a shirt, I was listening to each exact detail you wanted for this dress.”

Evie’s eyes start welling up with tears. Evie doesn’t usually cry but when she does, it’s usually times when she’s overthinking and overwhelmed.

“Tank you, daddy.”

“Oh, bub, why are you crying?” Harry asks as he tries to comfort her by rubbing her back and giving her kisses on her cheeks.

“You were doing somethin’ else. I thought you forgot.”

“Oh bub. I wouldn’t ever, lovie.” Harry said, his head resting on her back, as he tried to calm her.

“I love you so much. You’re growing up so fast, Evie.” Harry added his voice cracking from the mixture of emotions soaring through him.

Harry eventually calms Evie down by telling her to put on her dress.

Minutes later she comes out wearing her little green dress. Jewels sparkled under the dim light of the living room lights.

"You like it, Evie?" Harry asked his smile slowly appearing when he sees Evie smiling her dimples coming to life.

"I love it daddy!" Evie exclaims. She runs towards Harry and hugs him once again. Her arms wrapped around his neck. "I love you Daddy."

Y/N admired from a distance. She was sitting on the couch adjacent to them and smiled as Evie and Harry were both bonding.

She admired everything. Harry and Evie being happy and she adored that about them. Harry has been a great father even though she has only known him for nearly a year. And she loved everything about it.

"Evie, baby. Did you want a cupcake?" Anne said as she stepped into the living room, her hands holding a cupcake in each hand.

"Yes please, grammy." Evie added. Harry let her go as Evie ran towards Anne.

"Lovely dress, bub." Anne looked at Harry as he smiled at her. "Did your daddy get it for ya?" She softly tickled Evie’s side as she giggled in a fit of laughter.

Evie nods her head from not being able to sound out a word. Anne gives her a kiss on the cheek.

“Love you Evie. Can you give your grammy a kiss?” Anne asked as she made a kissy face that made Evie giggle again.

Evie kissed her on the cheek. Anne started to walk away but before she could she set her hand on Y/N’s right shoulder smiling down at her. Y/N returned the smile back, as she looked back at the wonderful woman with soft, kind eyes.

**//**

“Okay Evie, last one. And only throw Haribo, darlin’.” Harry encouraged as he kept his mouth open so he could catch the little gummy bears.

Evie was about five feet away from him, she was in position.

Once in a while they would play who would be able to catch food in their mouth. Harry only let Evie throw food in his mouth because he was scared if he threw food in her food, she would either choke on it and he didn’t want that for Evie. Evie always told him that she was going to be fine, but Harry disagreed and told her to wait until she was older.

So Evie throws the little gummy bear, Harry leans to the right and catches the gummy bear, arms up as he celebrated. But he stopped celebrating when he tasted the flavor that he disliked.

“You gave me the green one?” His eyes squinted, as he tried to get rid of the taste by drinking a bit of water.

“‘Cos I know you hate them daddy.” Evie grinned, as she plopped one gummy in her mouth.

“You’re funny Evie.” Y/N added, her hand out in front of her as she asked Evie for some gummies.

“Funnier than daddy!” Y/N, and Harry laugh as Evie was bouncing up and down.

Harry and little Evie continued eating little gummies as Y/N joined in the fun. Y/N was going to ask Harry something that she thought she wasn’t going to ask until later, but now is good as ever.

Before she could open her mouth and ask him, Gemma came into the living room.

“Hey Y/N, would you mind if I take Harry out of your hands?” Gemma asked as she went over to Evie and picked her up.

“Oh, uh, sure.” Y/N responded back. She looked down at her hands. Harry was still sat on the couch trying to decipher what Gemma wanted him for.

Y/N got up as Gemma kissed Evie on the cheek before she put her back on the floor. Gemma sent Evie and Y/N a smile before they both went outside. Right when they were outside Y/N started playing with Evie and her little cousins.

“So what is it you want to talk about, Gem?”

“Mom sent me in to talk to you, Harry. She can see, I can obviously see it, and I am guessing everyone else can too.”

While Y/N and the kids were playing, Harry watched them play from the big window.

“She seems nice.” Gemma interrupted the silence.

“She is innit?” Harry smiled to himself

“You fancy her? Am I right?” Gemma inquired, her arms crossed over her chest.

“You’re always right, Gem.” Harry sighs, his attention now at Gemma.

“Have you asked her yet?”

“About?” Harry furrowed his brows.

“How you feel towards her. I can tell that you love her, Harry. Just the way you felt towards Ev-”

“Evelyn. I know.”

“Harry you don’t need to feel scared about telling her it’s just… I think it would be good for you if you tell her how you feel.” Gemma encouraged.

“I don’t want to talk ‘bout this, Gemma. I will tell her eventually.” Harry said as Gemma felt the slight change of atmosphere.

A strict feeling of sadness and regret, but Gemma didn’t want to mention anything. She was sure that he was probably feeling this towards after she mentioned Evelyn. Her name always brought his grief and beautiful memories that he shared with her, but he knew it was time to close that chapter of his life and begin a new one, but he wasn’t ready to start afresh. Some things are just too frightening to start again.

“Okay then. How is little Evie? Has she done anything mischievous?” Gemma asked as she tried to change the subject of their talk to something more enlightening.

“When isn’t she not doing somethin’ mischievous? That little bub will always continue doing mischief.”

“Any stories to tell?”

“Maybe how I got the chance to meet Y/N.”

**//**

“That’s how you met? Little Evie always embarrassing you huh?” Gemma laughs, as she took a gulp of her wine.

“That little one will always be the death of me, but I love the little bub.”

They were now in a little room where Anne had couches at, making it seem like a mini living room.

Gemma didn’t want to annoy Harry about speaking of Y/N. She wanted to see him happy again. He is happy now, but before Y/N came into the picture she noticed a different aura about him. Everything seemed more approachable and there were days that he would call her about Y/N and tell her how wonderful she is and that he was thankful for getting to know her and Gemma was happy for him.

“I know you’re going to get annoyed about this but we have to talk about Y/N, Harry.”

“Okay then. Do you want me to tell you that I love her or that I think about her everyday? Or the time I wished she was at the house hanging with me and Evie? I think about her all the time and drives me crazy every fuckin’ day, Gem. What if she doesn’t love me back? What if she doesn’t want to be in a relationship with someone that already has a child? What i-,”

“Harry, you really think that? Why do you think she has stuck around this far? You two have known each other for a year, right? If she has stuck around this long then I think she feels something towards you.” Gemma stated, her eyes holding empathy. “I think you’re afraid to love again.” Gemma finalized as Harry looked at her, his eyes holding so much emotion.

“I’m scared, Gem. I’m afraid to love her. I don’t want to feel regret. I loved Evelyn and I thought I was never going to feel love again. She told me to move on, but I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship.”

Harry stared down at his fingers, he played with the rings that were on each finger and then rubbed his nose.

“Harry, nobody is ready for a relationship. I think you should just tell her and see what happens. It might be good you never know, love.”

“I'm scared Gemma. I'm really fuckin’ scared.”

“Harry, love. You need to find someone to love again. Life is too short to let opportunities like these slip away. She’s right there Harry, just tell her how you feel.”

“And if she doesn’t feel the same towards me what am I going to do? I’m going to lose a friend and Evie loves her too much too. I can’t lose her like this.”

“You have to tell her how you feel, Harry.” Gemma told him. She knew deep down that Harry wanted to tell her how he felt towards her, but she also understood that it was his decision to tell her or not.

“I don’t know if I can. I love her, yeah. But I am afraid to lose Y/N. I’m afraid to lose her and not see her again anymore. I can’t ask her, I know I’m being selfish, but I can’t risk anything. I love having her around and she is the sweetest woman I’ve met. She’s so fuckin’ beautiful too. Her eyes, her laugh everythin’ ‘bout her is just beautiful.” Harry described.

He was honest about everything. He loved Y/N, but telling her how he feels towards her felt wrong. He wasn’t expecting falling in love with someone now and he never had the thought of falling in love. He felt guilty being mad in love with someone else. He did promise Evelyn that he was going to find someone else to love, but he just did it because he didn’t want Evelyn to go without being at peace with him. He feels guilty for loving someone else because his very first love was Evelyn. He loved Y/N, but he wasn’t ready to be in a relationship. He knows that it has been four years that Evelyn passed away but he can’t shake the feeling of loving someone else.

“I can’t love her, Gem. I jus’ can’t.”

What Harry didn't know was Y/N was behind the closed door. She went back to the closet to get her purse and her light coat near the room where Gemma and Harry were both talking. She didn't mean to eavesdrop but Harry did mention her during their conversation and when she realized what they were talking about, shocked her.

She had deep feelings for Harry and she always knew that, but she never told him anything. All she wanted to do was to leave the house and not look back.

Her heart was ruptured. Tears started to brim in her eyes, they were threatening to stain her cheeks and wash away fifteen minutes of her makeup. He really had the audacity to say that he doesn’t want to love her? Hearing that made her lip quiver, made her eyes watery making it hard to decipher the room she was in as she started walking along the long hallway. But she didn’t let the tears go down, no, she wasn’t going to let him see her like this she wasn’t going to stand there and let him comfort her and tell her he’s sorry. He knew what he said and there was no going back.

But once she was ready to open the entryway, the room that Harry and Gemma were in opened and revealed Harry and Gemma right behind.

“Y/N?”

Y/N didn't answer back she looked ahead of her and didn't want to look behind her and face Harry. He can't see her like this, her eyes welling up with tears and her bottom lip still quivering. She had to leave with no explanation.

So she did. She walked away as fast as she could. Thankfully her Uber was there already so she got in and once she closed the door, the driver drove off. Y/N ignored the yells of Harry running behind her trying to call her back so he could explain to her, but Y/N ignored him. All she heard were muffled cries in the far distance.

She knew they weren’t exactly official, but it hurt hearing Harry say that he didn’t love her the way that she would want him to love her. It’s silly to think that being caught up from Harry not loving her, but it hurt. It hurt more than slowly peeling away a band-aid. She was so hurt, she went directly to bed trying to forget the whole night. She tried, but the whole night she was tossing and turning, not being able to fall asleep, the only thing in her mind was Harry.

**//**

The next morning was like no other. Y/N woke up late, her eyes puffy and light red from crying all night and from the lack of sleep. She was in her bed as she looked at the time and saw she had fifteen minutes to get ready to go to work.

She usually doesn’t work on Sundays, but today was an exception, she was forced to because the company was getting some major improvements with other companies and so the boss asked her best workers to stay for work. Good thing it was a half-day because she did not feel like being surrounded by her co-workers in a time that she wants to be alone in her apartment and watch sappy movies.

**//**

“Y/N? Are you all right? You didn’t answer my texts yesterday. How did it go?” Cami asked as she closed the door behind her as she stood at the entryway.

Y/N nodded as she pretended to be concentrating on the paperwork on her desk.

“I’m great. I just fell asleep and forgot to tell you about yesterday, sorry Cami.” Y/N let out.

Cami knew Y/N was lying, they have been friends since they both entered in this building together. Cami knew when something was bothering Y/N and it was obvious that something was bothering her, either it was about yesterday or something else that she had to get out of Y/N’s mouth.

“Are you sure?” Cami narrowed her eyes at her, as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Y/N nods her head and Cami takes that as a hint and walks out of Y/N’s little office.

Later on the day Cami and Y/N both ignored each other, they were both busy working on the paperwork they were given. Cami knew something was wrong with Y/N, so she texted Y/N if she could stop by her apartment and bring dinner with her.

**//**

“He said he doesn’t love me, Cami. How am I supposed to feel about that?” Y/N whimpered, “I know it’s silly of me ever thinking that we were going to be in a relationship, but it hurts when you start gaining feelings for someone and hearing that person saying they don’t love you. I don’t know if I should just forget about him and move on with my life.” Cami sat next to her and brought her in for a hug.

“Y/N, I think you should talk to him. I know you might want to ignore that because you’re so stubborn sometimes, but just talk to him.” Cami encouraged her.

Cami has never been in a relationship with someone, but when someone close to her that she loves is struggling with circumstances like these she is open to tell them about her thoughts. Cami just wants to see Y/N happy, she’s noticed the smile she gives off once she steps into the building. Something or someone was making her feel happy whenever she glanced at her phone. She knew Harry was making her happy and she knew that they had to work it out and see where it takes them.

“Just please talk with him. He makes you happy, darling. You don’t want someone that makes you happy walk away from your life ever. I know that you know that you love him more than anything.” Cami confessed. “Please let me know if you ever talk with him about what you are feeling. It’s best for the both of you.” Cami finalized.

And so Cami stayed over at Y/N’s apartment trying to get her to say everything she was feeling and let out all the pain she currently had. She wished that Harry and her would resolve this, but she knew it was on them to come forward and talk it out. Cami was hoping for that day to come and just hoped to see Y/N happy again. That’s all she wanted… she hoped for her best friend to be happy again.

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*1 Week Later*

Harry was sitting on the couch alone, he was watching a television series that he wasn’t even paying attention at. Evie was in her room sleeping since it was barely 6:30 in the morning.

He didn’t have anything planned for today, since he was still unemployed and was living off the last paycheck he received from his last job. He was still looking for a new job, but there were still other fashion designers that weren’t interested in hiring him.

He was also sitting on the couch because he’s noticed that’s the only place where he can think over what he is going to do or what he wants to do, but he is too afraid to go for it. What he wants to go for is going to Y/N’s place and explain what he meant. He knew he was being harsh and rude when he let those words slip out of his mouth, but he had to fix it one way or another. He knew he had to go to her and explain himself and hopefully they can work it out soon. He thinks he will be brave enough to tell her, but he wasn’t going to her just yet.

A couple days later, he called Gemma if Evie could spend the night there again. Harry took Evie there and kissed her goodbye before he left and called his mum and asked her if she could meet him at the coffee shop that they always went with Gemma on special occasions. This meeting was far from that, but there wasn’t any other place that Harry would feel comfortable other than that coffee shop.

“Thank you for meetin’ me mum. I know you were busy with the cats.”

“It's alright my love, the cats are fine, just had to feed them.” Anne said as she sipped her tea. “Now. What was it you wanted to tell me?”

“I think I love her mum.” Harry spoke quickly, as he looked at his mum her reaction not changing.

“Love who? Y/N?” Anne asked as a smile started to form.

“Yes. I haven't talked to her since after Evie's birthday party.”

“My love, you have to tell her how you feel. You can’t keep this between yourself. Did I not teach you to be honest with people, my love?”

“Yes Mum. I jus-”

“Harry. You need to go to her and tell her how you feel. She might even share the same feelings towards you.”

“I want to mum, like I really want to tell her, but I’m bloody scared.” Harry confessed as he ran a nervous hand through his hair.

“I know Harry, I know that you’re scared that you might destroy a relationship of knowing each other this long, but you only get one life and you only find true love once in a lifetime.”

“I feel as if I’m betraying Evelyn. It feels so wrong.” Harry whimpered, his hands folded in front of him.

“Nonsense.” Anne said, as she put her hand on Harry’s folded hands. “My love, Evelyn would understand that you would eventually find love, she would want anything for you that makes you happy. And Y/N, she makes you happy, right?”

“Of course mum. I haven’t felt this happy with someone since Evelyn.” Harry confessed as he looked down at his hands.

Anne gently squeezed Harry’s hands and smiled at her beautiful son. She knew he was madly in love with Y/N, but Harry was just too stubborn to tell Y/N how he actually felt towards her.

She has seen her son this nervous and unsure about something for a long time. Anne wasn’t going to let her son torture himself over not telling someone how he feels. She wants to see him happy with someone that he cares and loves, she just hopes he will eventually tell her how he feels so they could think about where this could lead them.

“Whatever you decide, Harry. I will be here if you need me, my love, just know that. I want you to be happy and Y/N is someone I see you happy with.”

Anne smiled as she looked down to her tea as her smile started to fade. She remembered the funeral of Evelyn and she remembered how torn and shut down her son Harry was that day and how she just wished all that pain could transfer to her so she wouldn’t see her son hurt from so much pain.

*Flashback*

The wind was steady, the rain fell upon the fabrics of the dark dresses and suits. Gray clouds filled the sky like the darkness of the deep blue ocean. Pain, sorrow, and heavy coated eyes filled with tears and a man, a man that had his head bent down, his eyes shut as he tried to keep in his tears.

He hugged the little infant in his arms as she was sound asleep and looking peacefully, not knowing that someone so close to her has gone away and was left with just one parent to care for her. The little infant had no idea that she was going to grow up not knowing who her mother was not recognizing her beautiful voice from a mile away.

The tall man grabbed a handful of Earth's dirt and tossed it where the hole of the casket was now buried. As the man was holding his baby daughter in one hand and the other he threw the dirt.

“Rest in peace my beautiful Evelyn.” Harry said as he hugged little Evie

“Thank you for our beautiful baby girl, I love you so much my love.” Harry wiped at his eyes as he tried to hide his face with Evie's blanket.

Harry walked away he couldn't bear to watch the people put in more dirt on the casket he couldn't bear the mournful comments that people would tell him that everything will be okay. But will it? After loving someone so much and for so long, nothing was going back to the way it was. Nothing was going to make Harry smile again or ever love someone that has now left this Earth. He just wants to focus on loving little Evie to death and raising her the way that Evelyn would have wanted to.

So Harry left as he fastened Evie's car seat and opened his car door, gently shutting it. His head leaned on the steering wheel as he wept quietly to himself trying to not wake up his sleeping baby daughter.

“I love you so much Evelyn.” Harry said in between tears and sighs “I'll miss you my beautiful little angel, please rest in peace my love.”

*End of flashback*

Harry looked back up to find his mother smiling but once she made eye contact with him her smile slowly faded and she tried to make about what Harry was currently feeling.

“Harry, are you thinking about her?”

Harry hummed in response “Evelyn. Are you thinking about her, darling?”

Harry looked back down looking at his intertwined hands.

“I miss her so much, I really want to see her again, mum, but I know I can't. I love her and I love Y/N.”

“If you love Y/N then tell her. Evelyn will always have a part in your heart. I know Evelyn will want you to move on, Harry.”

Harry repeated his mother's words in his head and started thinking about them more and more. She was right, Anne was always right. Harry knew that he had to tell Y/N sooner rather than later. Letting the years pass without telling Y/N would be a catastrophe that he knew he was going to regret.

So Harry kissed his mum on the cheek when they arrived at her house before he left to go to Y/N’s apartment.

He didn’t know what he was going to do first or how he was going to explain. He really hoped that Y/N was still home and did not go someplace else. So he drove until he saw the street that Y/N lived on, he parked on the driveway and went to enter the apartment complex and hoped that he found Y/N in her apartment.

The knocks begin, as he softly knocks on the door and stops abruptly waiting for someone to come open it, but still no answer.

“Please, love. Open the door, I don’t want to hurt you anymore. Jus’ please open the door.” He said, as he ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

“Y/N. Y/N, I know you're there jus' please open up. I need to talk to you.” Harry pleaded, “You probably heard about everything so I just want to explain myself. Love, please jus'- I want to talk to you, I want to see you again jus'- open the door, my love.”

Y/N continued sitting on the couch, a blanket wrapped around her and her fingers fiddling with each other. She was hesitating in getting up and opening up the door. Should she just stay sitting and maybe he’ll just walk away? Or should she just open the door and hear what he has to say?

She chose her second option and walked towards the door. As she neared the door she heard Harry's soft breathing. She now noticed how bad she really wanted to see him again, hold him and see his beautiful smile again. Again.

As the doorknob turned Harry retrieved his hand away from the door as he was getting ready to knock the door again.

There was no better sight that he has landed on his eyes before. Seeing Y/N wearing comfortable clothes and having her hair up in a messy bun. He adored it, he adored her and he was finally here to confess what he has been keeping to himself for too long now. He stared at Y/N, her eyes red, cheeks puffy. He hated this. He hated seeing Y/N like this.

“Y/N. Hi. I Jus' wanted t-”

“Come in Harry.” Y/N let out, as she turned away from Harry and walked into the little living room.

Harry came in as Y/N dragged her feet toward the couch.

She sat down and patted the spot next to her for Harry to sit.

“Harry I wanted-”

“Hold on love. I need to explain myself. What you heard that day of Evie's party was not true, jus’- part of it was.”

“You don’t have feelings for me?”

“I do Y/N. I have been since these past few months. I've been wanting to tell you. I was scared to tell you because I thought you didn't feel the same toward me.”

“Harry-,”

“Y/N I know if this feels weird we can stop, we can stop seeing each other. If you feel uncomfortable about this I can leave. I never wanted to tell you this because I knew I was going to lose you as a friend, bu-,”

“Harry.” Y/N interrupted, as she stared at her hands. “I need you to know that I have feelings for you. I know I have been stubborn about never telling you how I feel, and I blame myself for that, I should’ve told you a long time ago how I felt towards you, but I also didn’t want you to feel pressured in being in a relationship after Evelyn.” She confessed.

She was honest about that. She knew if she would’ve told Harry how she felt towards him then it would’ve pressured him feel something that she didn’t know he felt the same towards her. She also didn’t want to destroy that relationship that he had with Evelyn.

Harry was silent, he understood what she was saying and all of this was getting kind of overwhelming, but in a good way.

He knew he had to eventually move on from the life he shared with Evelyn, but would it be possible after loving someone for so long and then moving on with someone else? Was it worth the pain and the tears he shed the day he lost her and now he was moving on with someone else? Harry felt selfish, but he was also making Evelyn’s wish come true by moving on. That is what she asked of him after she passed away and he thinks that he is going to be alright with that thought.

“You have feelings too? You want to stay in mine and in Evie’s lives’?” Harry asked, his eyes welling up with tears.

“Yes.” Y/N smiled as tears started to form in her eyes.

“So you- do you-,” Harry tried to let out.

“Do I love you?” Y/N waverd, her hand shaking.

“Yes?” Harry took Y/N’s hand in his and held it close to his chest.

“I do Harry. I love you.” Y/N confessed. Tears were now falling uncontrollably.

Harry wrapped his arms around Y/N and gently rubbed her cheeks with his finger, as he tried to wipe away the spilling tears that came from her gorgeous eyes.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry you had to hear it behind a closed door. I'm sorry I never got the nerve to tell you earlier. I’m sorry I made it sound like I didn’t care about you. My love, you mean so much to me, I love you, Y/N.” Harry leaned forward touching Y/N’s forehead with his.

Y/N wanted to tell him that everything was okay, that she misunderstood and that she knew there had to be more of a clear explanation from what she heard two weeks ago. She wanted to say everything that was in her wandering mind right now, but she couldn’t let the words out. Her mouth became rough and dry from the tears. She couldn’t say all those words out at once, but what she wanted more was to taste his heart-shaped lips that she always sneaked a look whenever he was talking. All she wanted was to connect lips with his and never let go, she wanted to finally taste those luscious lips of his and confess her love to him. And that is what she was going to do.

“Can you- can you kiss me?” Y/N whined as tears continued coming down her cheeks.

“You want a kissy?” Harry smirks, his eyes glossy as well from the tears that were shed.

Harry leans closer as he soothes Y/N's cheeks. His stare was overwhelming, his eyes even said something. They sparkled their usual emerald hue, but they held a different feeling.

Love.

He hasn't felt love for so long, and never having the chance to feel romantic feelings for someone, felt foreign, it felt right.

Harry pressed his lips on Y/N's and it was just what Y/N expected it to feel like, his plump pink lips caressing hers as it sent butterflies in her tummy.

They both came back and stared into each others eyes.

“Stop, love. You makin’ me blush.” Harry said as he tried to hide his face with his hands.

“Don't hide from me Harry. I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

They both hugged and there was nothing else Y/N wanted, all she wanted was to be here with Harry enclosed in his arms listening to the soft beat of his beautiful, pure heart.

Thump, thump, thump, is all she heard and his soft breathing coming from his mouth. His hands running up and down her back. She wanted to stay like this forever, hugging him feeling him against her like this.

“You don't know how you make me feel, love. I love you so much.”

“Harry, stop sweetheart you're making me blush too.” Y/N giggles as she playfully punches him on the arm.

“Ow! That hurt.” Harry exclaimed, as he unwrapped his arms from around her.

“How's Evie?”

“She's good. She really liked the coloring supplies you gave her. She’s worried where you’ve been.”

“I feel terrible for leaving like that. Can I see her?”

“Of course, love. You know you’re always welcome with us.” Harry pecked her lips and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Can we stay like this?”

“Like what?”

“Hugging. Can we stay like this?” Y/N asked, as she stared at Harry’s pink lips.

Harry hummed in response as he lay beside Y/N on the couch.

There they lay next to each other, hugging and feeling the comfortable warmth from each others’ body heat. They fell asleep while still embracing. Steady breathing and smiles present during their resting.

Y/N stirred in her sleep and opened her eyes looking beside her as Harry was still sound asleep. She stared at his lips, his long eyelashes. She had a hand resting on his chest and felt his heartbeat against her hand.

“Watchin’ me sleep, eh?” Harry murmured, as his eyes were half open.

“I thought you were sleeping.” Y/N smiled as she tucked her head in the crook of his neck.

“Was. But someone had to wake me up.” Harry teased as he looked down at Y/N. “Fully awake now.”

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” Y/N muttered, as she kissed his neck sending shivers down Harry’s spine.

“Don’t apologize, love. I’m not mad.” Harry reassured her. He kissed her forehead and pressed her against his chest more. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Harry.”

Harry spent the night at Y/N’s apartment. They both fell asleep again hugging each other on the couch. Y/N wanted to move to the bed so they could be more comfortable, but Harry told her that he was too lazy to even get up and walk towards her bedroom, so they stayed on the couch the whole night, hearing each other's heart- beats and synced breathing. If someone would have told Y/N and Harry were going to be spending the whole night together, they wouldn’t believe them. But oh how were they so content in being in each other’s arms, sleeping and spending their night together, the world couldn’t have been this generous to them, but tonight it was.

The next morning Y/N and Harry woke up. Harry drove himself and Y/N to his house and he told Y/N to make herself at home and that he was coming back with breakfast.

Harry was off, but he didn’t leave before he kissed Y/N goodbye. Once he closed the door Y/N made herself busy and began putting the dry dishes where they belonged. After that she sat down on the couch and turned on the telly where a movie was already playing. She sat there and waited until Harry came back.

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**//**

A half an hour later Harry came home carrying a takeout bag from that breakfast diner that him and Y/N like. He unlocks the door and glances beside him and looked at Evie.

“Guess who’s here!” Harry exclaims as he opens the door and Evie runs and goes directly to the living room and finds Y/N sitting on the couch.

“Y/N!!” Evie exclaimed as she ran and jumped in her arms.

“Evie! Hi sweetie.” Y/N exclaimed as she picked up Evie and held her close to her. She couldn’t help it, tears started to form in her eyes once she had Evie in her arms. She knows it’s only been two weeks since she hasn’t seen the little bub, but she was so used to seeing her almost every day.

“Why are you crying?” Evie asked, concerned why Y/N was so sad.

“I just missed you so much, little bub.” Y/N replied back as she hid her face in the crook of Evie’s neck. Evie did the same and held onto Y/N so tight.

Harry smiled and hugged them both in a bear hug.

He kissed Evie in the forehead and Y/N.

The rest of the morning they spent the day together and ate breakfast. All three of them were all eating and enjoying the laughter and jokes that Harry would tell and even Evie. Y/N was at home here, she was glad that she was finally being here with Harry and Evie like it was when they first met. Everyone in the table were happy and that was that.

**//**

*1 month later*

Harry was sitting on the couch coming back from taking Y/N to work. Evie was watching cartoons with him as he was sipping his tea.

He got up and got up to wash his teacup. While washing it his phone was ringing once then it went to voicemail then it rang again and Harry picked it up.

What he was expecting was a call from credit card callers, but he was not expecting a call from a fashion designer. He wasn’t hiring him as an employee, but he has seen Harry’s work when he was working for Blair Designs. The fashion designer wanted Harry to be his own company and create his own fashion line.

Harry was speechless. He didn’t know what he wanted to say because this was something way different from what he actually expected.

So Harry told the man that he was going to think about it, and that’s what he did he waited and told Y/N about it once he went to pick her up from work.

**//**

“Should I take the offer, Y/N?” Harry asked. Y/N smiled right away once he told her the big news. She was obviously going to tell him to take the offer.

“Yes, Harry! I think you should definitely take the offer! I’m so happy for you, darling.” Y/N tried to convince him. “I’m positive you’re going to do great, love.”

Harry needed this, he needed something different and this was it. He could finally work for himself and design all those creations that were always turned down when he worked for that one guy, but this time his creations will always make the final take because it’s his company and his creations. He had to take advantage of this new opportunity, it’s not like something is causing him to not accept it.

“You think it’ll be good? You think I should take this?” Harry asked again. Still contemplating if he should take the opportunity or not.

Y/N grabbed both of Harry’s hands that were busy playing with the rings on his hands.

“Yes, Harry. You’re going to be great. What’s holding you back?”

“This is new, I’ve never done this before and I don’t know if I’ll be good at it.” Harry noted. He was nervous if he was actually going to do something good or something bad with this new opportunity. Was he even going to sell one of his designs or was he going to fail and start all over again?

“Harry, look.” Y/N motioned him to sit down so Harry would stop pacing around. “You’re going to be great if you take this. You have created so many beautiful clothing for men and women. Your clothing is gender neutral and I know there are people out there wearing your pieces right now and they feel comfortable portraying themselves with that clothing. I know you have changed lives already, Harry. Why not continue changing their lives in a positive way?” Y/N said her eyes holding admiration towards him.

Y/N was right about that. Harry already made so many positive impacts with his clothing that were sold when he worked with Mr. Blair. There are so many people out there wearing those designs that Harry created and it would be life changing for him taking this opportunity, but there are always risks being made during life, and that’s the meaning of life, taking risks.

So he called back and said he was going to take the offer. He was going to create his own fashion company and he was going to continue designing clothing the way he wants to design them. No one was going to tell him ‘no’ and this was his chance to prove that his designs aren’t worthless, that his designs came with so much thought and creativity and love that he was sure that he was going to see people wearing clothing that they feel comfortable wearing. He wanted that for people, he wanted them to feel comfortable in their own skin and unique personality. And that is what he did, the next two months he created new designs and brought in old designs. He sold most of his clothing and he was getting high reviews, but this was just the beginning to his fashion career and he knew it.

**//**

The next couple months went pretty quick. Considering Harry’s hectic work schedule and Y/N’s heavy load of paperwork back at work, but everything was good overall. Evie had to go to daycare or sometimes Anne would ask Harry to leave Evie at her house so they could spend some time together.

About a month ago, Harry asked Y/N if she wanted to move in with him and Evie. He guessed that it was appropriate since they have been dating for over four months now. Y/N usually spent her days at his house and has slept over sometimes as well. So why not ask Y/N if she wanted to move in?

“You really want me to move in?”

“Yeah. Love, you mostly spend every day with us here, you barely go back to your apartment.” Harry acknowledged. He looked at her eyes while she was looking down at her hands on her lap. “Do you want to move in?”

“Uh,” Y/N stuttered out.

She knew it wasn’t a hard question, but it was also pressure too. Should she say yes or no? What if she says no to him and hurts his feelings? She obviously wanted to move in with them, but why was it so hard to say yes?

“Let me think about it first, yeah?” Y/N replied back. Her answer was not the answer Harry was waiting for, but he understood what she meant. This was obviously way too quick to ask if she wanted to move in, but he was willing to wait.

**//**

It was a week later that Y/N told Harry and Evie that she decided to say yes to Harry about moving in with them. When she told Harry and Evie their faces were filled with so much happiness and excitement that they were just ready to go and hug Y/N.

Y/N already knew that she wanted to move in when Harry first asked her if she wanted to, but she just wanted to wait a week and see what happened. And so that weekend Y/N gathered all her belongings and put them in boxes. Y/N didn’t have too much stuff in her apartment and most of the furniture she was going to sell anyway. It took three trips to bring every box filled with Y/N’s belongings. There wasn’t a rush to take every box to the house, but Harry insisted in getting every box that day.

So the next couple of days they settled in. Every morning Evie was taken to daycare and then Harry would drive Y/N to her work and Harry would go to his. It was a literal family. Y/N, Harry, and little Evie were just a sight, they portrayed all of the traits of being a family.

*Later that day*

“Darlin? Come sit here.” Harry whined as he was sitting on the couch alone watching a cooking show.

Y/N was busy washing the dirty plate that she finished using. She looked across the hallway and Harry was looking at her his head hanging from the armrest of the couch. Was she complaining that Harry was a bit needy when she first moved in the house? Of course not, she enjoyed it even. Being needed by someone else was a luxury and it was something Y/N didn’t really experience before she met him.

“I’ll come in a bit, sweetheart.” Y/N replied back. Harry smiled from the pet name she gave him, and boy, was it creating little butterflies in his tummy.

“What is it, Harry?” Y/N asked as soon as she stepped into the living room.

Harry peeked his head from behind a pillow and whispered to her to come closer. So she did and Harry grabbed her by the waist and set her on his lap, her legs hanging, touching the couch.

“I just wanted to tell you I love you.” Harry said as he pecked her lips and cheeks.

“Really that’s it?” Y/N asked. As she scrunched up her face from the sloppy kisses he gave her all over her face.

Harry nodded and continued, “And that my love for you is jus’ so indescribable. I love you so damn much and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, if you let me.” Harry confessed. His hands caressing Y/N’s face and playing with her hair.

“I want you to.” Y/N smiled and intertwined with his hand that was on her face. “Stay in my life forever, Harry.” Y/N told him. Her sights never leaving his. She held onto his hand firmly.

“I love you so much, Y/N.” Harry said as he leaned forward and kissed her lips. But they ended it early as they heard Evie’s voice.

“Heyyyy!” Evie elaborated her arms crossed over her chest.

“I also love you as much as I love Y/N, bub.” Harry replied. He stood up from the couch and went to carry Evie and sat her on the couch as he covered her cheeks with kisses. “Love you little Evie.”

“I love you, sweetie.” Y/N smiled as she kissed Evie’s cheeks repeatedly.

Kisses and more kisses later, Y/N, Harry, and Evie all went to her bedroom where they all sat on the floor and began coloring as Evie painted a little portrait. Laughs and jokes were said and they were just enjoying this precious night as a little family, some would say. The night was still young and there were continuous laughs going on still.

Harry and Y/N knew their love was infinite and that it was just faith that made them bump into each other. Even though Evie was the one that went to talk with Y/N the first time they met on the train. Evie was the reason why Y/N and Harry met, he mentally thanked her for asking her why she was tall because of her age, every time he thought about that night he laughed about it. Y/N thanked Evie almost all the time too. She was glad that she was on that train, she was happy she had the courage to talk to Harry and develop a friendship with him and Evie.

Harry was sure that his love for Y/N and Y/N’s love for Harry was never going to vanish any time soon. They were both positive that they were going to live as much as life would grant them. They were both happy about that night at the train that began their relationship and that it has now recreated itself into a life-long dream.

A/N: Thank you lovely anon for requesting this prompt. I have enjoyed writing this mini series and I will miss writing about them. I would love to write future blurbs about them, so my ask box is always open if you want to submit something for me write about them! Sending much love!!!❤💓💕💞

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