Request: (Ph-1 scenario where you have a date night and he can't stop staring at you?!!)
You and Harry hadn't been dating for that long. In these beginning stages of your relationship it was obvious that everything still seemed fresh and new to you both. People would often tell you that this was the 'honeymoon period'; where neither of you could do wrong in the other's eyes. You'd have to agree with them. You probably shouldn't think so but everything about Park Junwon was perfect to you. From his awkward nature, that you often were accustomed to seeing when you two were in private, to his confidence that arose as soon as he stepped onto a stage, learning new things about him was your favourite thing to do.
Harry was a busy man. Extremely busy. But he made sure to make time for you. He wanted to give you as much of his time as he could without slacking-off from work. It wasn't always possible, but he gave it his best try.
Lately it seemed as though you had seen less of each other than usual, Harry was gearing up for new music to drop and even more importantly getting prepared for his upcoming tour. You were more than supportive in his endeavours and he didn't understand how he could be so lucky. You weren't the complaining type and even though you wanted to see him and be with him more than anything, you were considerate to his needs and the demands and pressure that his work put on him.
When anyone asked him about his girl, Harry couldn't help but to let that dreamy smile drift onto his face. He was sure he was falling in love with you, if he hadn't fallen already. He had no façade when it came to you. He was through with playing it cool and acting disinterested, at this stage and with you by his side he would tell everyone that he was enamoured. Harry was a naturally laid-back and chill person and to see him so swept up in the tides of love meant to those around him that this might be the real deal. You two could be the real deal in the long run.
Knowing he would be going on tour and leaving you behind was not something that Harry looked forward to. He had tried to convince you to come along with him, but you had vehemently denied his offer and told him you didn't want to be a distraction to him or his work. He knew you were right, but he wished you were selfish and had chosen to come with him.
There were only a few days left before he and his team would be packing up and leaving, he wanted to spend it with you but his schedule had meant that he would only be afforded one night with you before he was forced to go. Harry wanted to be extravagant about it all, something not in his nature but he thought it would be nice. Once again, you as the voice of reason were forced to calmly shoot-down his offer of taking you to a fancy restaurant with expensive food and tiny portions. It just wasn't you two. Instead you agreed to have a comfy night-in with movies and snuggling, the perfect date night in your opinion.
Harry turned up at the door of your apartment that night with a smile that could light up the night sky plastered onto his face. His oversized hoodie looked slightly worn and with the hood pulled up, the edges of his bleached blonde hair peeking out, he looked so adorable you wanted to squeal. Sunshine personified, you didn't understand how he could be so pure and gently beautiful. Your boyfriend was truly good through and through. You quickly dragged him into the apartment and pushed him onto the couch. You had already set up the movies and put snacks on the table that rested just in front of the two of you.
You got comfy on the opposite side of the couch, feet firmly planted in Harry's lap as the first movie started, grabbing a handful of sweets to nibble on. He laughed at the expression of your face as the opening credits rolled, you looked so excited. He couldn't look away. He really was in love with you.
Harry slowly looked at you, savouring the view of you, etching you into his brain. He wanted to remember this moment as you sat there, you were so beautiful. He wanted to give you everything he could. The changing expressions that crossed your face and your amusing commentary as the film progressed caused him to feel dizzy, how could have fallen so hard and fast for you?
You could feel his eyes on you, you'd given up trying to get him to watch the film after softly kicking him a few times and not managing to get any response other than him laughing to himself. Finally, you couldn't take it anymore and paused the film, turning to look at your doting boyfriend.
Your breath hitched slightly as you looked at him. Had all the stars always been in his eyes?
Harry's face was that of a man in love and in his eyes, there was only you. You imagined that your face had become somewhat similar. You were deeply and heart-wrenchingly in love with the man in front of you. There were no two ways about it. You knew it. Park Junwon was it for you.
For a moment you both just sat there, looking into each other's eyes. No one and nothing else mattered. In the whole universe only you and Harry existed in that moment.
Finally breaking the moment, slowly and cautiously, you moved your body inching towards Harry. He was impatient and reached forward, pulling you directly into his embrace. His body was warm and inviting and the material of his hoodie was comfy as you had expected, it was perfect to you. Just like him. You snuggled up into his side and put the movie on again. As you got engrossed in the movie Harry pulled you closer into his arms, pressing soft kisses to the crown of you head. He snuggled his face slightly into your soft and fragrant hair.
His caress was gentle and loving as he turned you to face him, his hands carefully tracing your features like an artist studying his muse. Harry pressed his lips to yours. This wasn't a fiery or passionate kiss by any means, this was different. This was slow, patient and wanting. This was a proclamation of love. Meant only for you to understand.
As you separated, Harry breathed out deeply. “I'm in love with you." He whispered, as though testing the taste of the words in his mouth. He nodded to himself, if there was one thing he was sure about, it was this. "I'm in love with you." He said it again, this time much louder and assuredly.
You shyly looked down; you had never had anyone look at you the way Harry did. "I'm in love with you." You replied, moving to cup his face with your hands, trailing your fingers down to his neck and lightly touching the tattoo at his throat, the very word 'love' etched there for all to see.
You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his neck where his tattoo lay, your feather-light kiss imprinting onto his skin. You moved away leaving a trail of kisses from his collarbones, to his neck and back to his face. Harry's eyes had closed from the sensation against his skin, he relished in the feeling.
"Harry," You called out his name, his eyes fluttering open at your voice, "I love you.”