hihihi!! i love your writing and was hoping maybe each eras saying ily for the first time??!!
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ how the different harry eras would say 'i love you' for the first time!!!
a/n: i havent written in so long but lifes been busy guys:( but i have a couple requests so trying to do one every day but i might not be able to keep that promise... feedback, advice, requests, anything lmk!!!!
fetus harry
it would completely slip out by accident.
you’d both be on the phone stupidly late at night, neither of you wanting to hang up first. he’d already said goodnight about four times but would keep finding randmo things to say before either of you could actually end the call.
eventually there’d be another pause.
“alright, i’m actually gonna sleep now.”
“night.”
“night, love you.”
because he wouldn’t even realise he said it at first. it comes out naturally, easy, like it’s been sitting in his chest long enough to become instinct.
you’d hear him sit up immediately on the other end of the phone. “shit. i- no, i mean- not no, fuck-”
he’d start panicking instantly, words fully crashing into each other while you sat there smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.
but the second you laugh softly, he calms down a little.
because even though he’s absolutely mortified, there’s also relief underneath it now. he said it. and he really meant it.
frat boy harry
he’d try sooo hard not to say it first.
mostly because all his mates would absolutely rip into him for how down bad he is. but it gets harder and harder the longer you’re together because he basically already acts like he’s in love with you anyway.
then one night after a party, he’d be walking you back to your flat, both of you slightly tipsy, his hand shoved into your coat pocket to hold yours because “your fingers are freezing.”
and you’d say something that makes him laugh, really laugh, and he’d just kinda look at you for a second too long before it slips out naturally.
immediate silence. because he wasn’t planning it. wasn’t trying to make it a moment.
he’d genuinely look a little shocked at himself after saying it, like his mouth moved before his brain caught up.
but the second you smile at him?
long hair harry
oh he knows for ages before he says it.
everyone around him knows too. the boys. his family. his friends. management. probably strangers on the street at this point.
because this man gets painfully affectionate when he’s in love. constantly touching you, staring at you while you talk, kissing your shoulder absentmindedly mid-conversation like he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it anymore.
he’d say it late one night on the tour bus while everyone else is asleep, your head tucked against his chest while music plays quietly somewhere down the hall.
and he’d just look down at you with this softest expression ever before mumbling, “love you so much, angel. y’know that?”
like he physically can’t keep it inside anymore.
and if you look up all sleepy asking: “yeah?”
he’d smile immediately and kiss you before whispering, “yeah. think maybe abit too much. If thats possible.”
hs1 harry
oh he says it intentionally.
like this man has thought about this. not in a dramatic speech way though. more of a ‘i want you to know properly’ kind of way.
it’d probably hapen after a rough day for you. you’ve been quiet all evening curled against him on the sofa while he plays with your fingers absentmindedly.
youd apologise for being “off.”
so he’d just look at you softly for a second before saying, “you know i love you, yeah? you dont have to apologise.”
no build up. no warning. no nothing.
and hes so calm while saying it. because it’s not some terrifying confession. it’s simply become a fact to him.
fine line harry
he’d say it when he realises you’ve become part of his peace. you’d both be cooking dinner together, music playing quietly while he attempts to help and mostly just makes a mess of the kitchen instead.
and you’d be laughing at him for chopping vegetables genuinely terribly when he suddenly just… pauses. watching you. taking you in for a second too long before smiling softly to himself.
“think i’m in love with you, y’know.”
and you’d laugh at first because the wording catches you off guard. but then you realise he’s serious.
and suddenly he’s the shy one, smiling down at the counter while you stare at him like he’s just altered your brain chemistry.
love on tour harry
he says it fast but not relationship fast, just emotionally fast.
because he wears his heart on his sleeve when it comes to you. he almost says it multiple times before heactually does too.
then one night after a show, completely exhausted and still buzzing with adrenaline, he finally gets back to the hotel and just melts the second he sees you waiting there.
like physically melting into you. arms around your waist, face in your neck, holding you like he’s been needing this all night.
and then he pulls back just enough to look at you properly. really look at you. before quietly saying: “i love you.”
like he physically needed you to know right then.
kissco harry
he says it like he’s been feeling it forever. because he probably has.
there’s no huge speech. no panic. no dramatic buildup. just certainty.
it’d happen during one of your stays at his place. the house calm, food eaten, wine drunk while you’re both half asleep together on the sofa.
you’d be rambling softly about something completely random, probably not even realising he stopped listening properly five minutes ago because he got distracted just looking at you.
that soft kind of distracted that only happens when someone’s become part of you.
eventually you’d notice him staring. “what?”
he’d smile a little to himself before leaning over to kiss you softly. then against your mouth, “i love you.”
he’d sound so sure saying it that you realise hes definitely loved you quietly for much longer than this.
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