summary: harry and yn go on a date, and he tells her he loves her.
warnings: none
word count: 748 || masterlist
authors note: this took me so long i got through like two rotten mango videos while i was writing it 😭
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The summer sun was pouring down on YN and Harry as they hurriedly set up a picnic under a large willow tree.
They had found the perfect spot by a pond, a beautiful, grassy field overlooking the water. The sound of rustling leaves and a faint breeze created a peaceful and serene atmosphere.
After YN and Harry finished setting up the picnic, they settled down onto the blanket and began to unpack the food. They had brought a variety of treats, from fresh sandwiches to homemade cookies, and a bottle of wine. The sun was still high in the sky, and the gentle breeze kept the temperature just right, making it the perfect day for a picnic.
Harry took a bite of his sandwich and as he chewed, he wrapped his arm around YN, who looked up at him, her eyes bright with curiosity as she asked, “Is it good?”
Harry swallowed the bite and nodded, laughing slightly as he replied, “Yes. It’s really good.”
The two of them continued to enjoy their picnic, eating and drinking as they talked about anything and everything. They didn’t realize how long they were sitting there until they noticed that the sun began to set, casting a warm gold light over the landscape. It was a perfect day, and YN and Harry were glad they had decided to spend it together.
“YN?” Harry spoke up after a few moments of silence.
”Hm?” She hummed, looking up at him.
He took a deep breath and looked back in front of them as he debated if what he was about to say was a good idea or not. If it was too soon, or if she’d say it back.
He turned his head back to face her, brushed a strand of hair away from her face, and tucked it behind her ear, before dropping his hand back down next to him.
”…I love you.”
He and YN have been together for just about two months, and they haven’t said those words to each other—until now. He’s been thinking about saying it for a long time, and he decided that he was going to do it on this date while he was on his way to pick her up.
Harry studied her expression, seeing shock written all over her face.
”Oh-“ YN began, but he interrupted her.
”You… you don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to know.”
She nodded slowly, still staring back at him with widened eyes.
YN was not expecting him to say that to her at all. Or at least not anytime soon. She was not prepared.
She was worried for their relationship to get to this point—where they tell each other that they love them. The last man she loved, cheated on her and completely broke her trust, and she was scared to love ever again.
YN knew she loved Harry, and she had a good feeling that he’d never do anything like that to her, but she was still hesitant about being vulnerable like that ever again.
She looked away from him, blinking a few times, and then he spoke up, “It’s getting late, I should get you back home.” He said monotonously, not giving her the chance to respond before he began packing everything up.
As Harry continued gathering the containers and glasses that their food and wine used to be in, YN watched him intently, trying to tell if he was mad at her or not.
She slowly stood up, grabbed the blanket, and then folded it, still looking at Harry from time to time. She really didn’t want him to be mad at her.
Harry seemed to notice that she was staring at him, but he didn’t mention it. Instead, he said, “Let’s go.”
As the two of them began walking away, she decided that she needed to know if she just ruined what they had.
”Are you mad at me?” She asked softly, before adding an even quieter, “I’m sorry.”
He looked down at her and shook his head. “I’m not mad at you. I told you that you don’t have to say it back, it’s okay.” He placed a kiss to the top of her head before they began walking again.
After a few minutes of silence, YN decided that she couldn’t wait any longer.
”Harry?”
The two of them stopped walking once again, and Harry asked, “Yeah?”
SUMMARY: harry goes home with YN for christmas to meet her family.
WARNINGS: none
WORD COUNT: 1.7k || masterlist
A/N: merry christmas/happy holidays! this is so rushed because i wanted to get it out today so its def not the best 😭 but thank you so so much for all of the support already it means so much :’)
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The snow fell heavily from the night sky, cascading downwards in a flurry of glittering white. YN sat in the passenger seat of Harry's car, staring out her window at the beautiful scenery, her breath slightly fogging up the cold glass.
A sudden warmth on her thigh broke her from her daydream, and she knew it was Harry’s hand. She swiveled her head to glance at him, finding his gaze fixed intently on the road, and his other hand firmly gripping the steering wheel.
YN broke the silence by asking a question, her voice laced with a hint of concern. “Are you nervous?” She inquired, her gaze flickering from Harry’s hand to his face as they traveled towards her parent's home. They were scheduled to stay for a few days for the holidays, during which time Harry would have the opportunity to meet her family.
YN saw the look of nervousness on his face as her hand sought out Harry’s, its warmth enveloping his. She gently squeezed, offering a reassuring smile as she said, “You have nothing to worry about. They’ll love you. I love you. I know they will too.”
Harry glanced over at her, her smile showing a hint of nervousness. He rotated his hand, interlocking their fingers together before refocusing on the road ahead of them. “I hope you’re right. It means a lot to me to be liked by your parents,” he confessed, lifting their intertwined hands to gently press his lips upon the back of hers. “And I love you too.” He placed their hands back in her lap.
As they pulled into YNs family’s home, Harry took a deep breath and shut off the engine. He turned to YN, a flicker of nerves still apparent in his expression. She took his hand in hers once again and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
”You’ll be fine.” She said, her voice soft yet steady. “They‘ll love you just as much as I do.” She leaned in closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.
”Thank you, love.” Harry responded with a small smile.
They sat in silence for a few moments more, their hands still joined together. Harry’s thumb stroked gently over YN’s knuckles, a small gesture that comforted them both. Finally, Harry spoke again.
”Ready?” He asked, his voice laced with anticipation.
YN nodded, her anticipation mingled with a sense of excitement. She looked at Harry, admiring his courage in facing her family for the first time.
”I’m ready,” She answered, “Let’s go.”
Harry unbuckled his seatbelt, hesitating momentarily before opening his door and stepping out into the cold winter air. He took a deep breath and then made his way around to the passenger side, opening YNs door and holding out a hand for her to take.
YN took his hand, feeling his warm palm against her cold one as he led her from the car. Together, their hands intertwined once again, they made their way towards the front door of her family’s home.
The sound of laughter and conversation filtered through the door, giving him a glimpse of the welcoming family that awaited him inside. YN glanced at Harry, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
He returned her smile, his grip on her hand tightening slightly before he brought his other hand up to knock on the door.
After waiting a couple of seconds, it swung open, revealing YNs mother, which Harry knew because of the many pictures he had seen.
“You’re here!” She exclaimed excitedly before pulling her daughter in for a hug.
”Hi mom.” YN smiled, immediately hugging her back just as tightly. It had been so long since she had last seen her.
As they separated, YNs mother turned her attention to Harry, a kind smile on her face. “And you must be Harry.” She said. “We’ve heard so much about you.”
He smiled back at her, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. “Yes, ma’am.” He replied, trying to maintain his composure. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Her mother chuckled. “Please call me YMN,” she replied, her smile growing. “And I have to say, YN hasn’t shut up about you lately.”
YN couldn’t help but blush as her mother spoke, her cheeks turning a rosy hue at the mention of how much she talks about Harry. She looked at him apologetically, but he returned her gaze with a smirk, clearly amused.
”Is that so?” He asked, his voice filled with playful teasing. “I hope it’s all been good things.”
YNs mother laughed again. "Oh, don't worry, it has been," she responded, reaching out to pat Harry's arm. "I think you've made quite the impression on her."
YN knew that this was her mother's way of expressing approval and acceptance of him, and she felt a wave of relief wash over her. She knew how important her parents' opinion meant to her relationship, and it seemed like things were going pretty well so far.
Harry smiled, feeling reassured and thankful for the warm welcome from YNs mother. "I'm glad to hear that," he replied, his voice more relaxed than it had been earlier.
YNs mother turned back to her daughter, her expression softening slightly. "Why don't you show him around a bit? Everyone else is in the living room."
YN nodded, wrapping her fingers around Harry's hand again. "Sure, we'll go do that." She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Sounds good," Harry responded, returning her smile. They stepped past YNs mother and into the warmth of the house. The foyer was adorned with beautiful holiday decorations and the scent of the dinner that was being cooked filled the air. Harry soaked in the sights and sounds of YNs childhood home, his grip on her hand tightening slightly as she led him through the house.
They passed through a long, narrow hallway with various family photos lining the walls. YN pointed out different ones and shared memories about each, her voice soft and nostalgic.
Harry listened intently, his eyes fixed on the images of YN as a child. He noticed how the woman in the pictures resembled the one walking beside him now, seeing the same sparkle in her eyes and the same dimples in her cheeks.
Finally, YN led him into the living room, where the rest of her family was gathered. They looked up as they entered, all giving them warm smiles and greetings.
YN introduced Harry to each of her family members, who welcomed him with open arms. Harry shook hands with each of them, feeling a bit overwhelmed with nerves again, but YN kept her hand on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze every now and then as if to remind him that she was there for him.
They spent the next few hours chatting and laughing with YNs family. Harry found himself relaxing and enjoying their company, feeling more comfortable with each passing moment. They asked him questions about his job, his interests, and how he met YN, to which he answered honestly. Throughout it all, YN stayed by his side, offering little touches and discreet smiles whenever he glanced over at her.
Time seemed to fly as they all talked and got to know each other better. Stories were shared, memories were recalled, and more laughs were had. Harry noticed the genuine warmth and acceptance that YNs family showed him, and he felt a profound sense of happiness.
He found himself looking at YN often, her soft smile and loving gaze making his heart flutter. He realized that this was what family was supposed to be like, and he was grateful for it.
The night winded down, and one by one, YNs family said their goodbyes. YN and Harry helped clean up a bit before heading upstairs to the guest room where they would be staying.
As they lay in bed that night, YN snuggled closer to Harry, her head resting on his chest.
Harry wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as his fingers gently traced patterns across her back. He felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over him, the earlier nerves and anxieties completely gone.
He spoke quietly into the darkness, his voice soft and sincere. "Your family is incredible," he said, his fingers still moving against her skin.
YN smiled against his chest, her hand tracing mindless circles on his bare skin. "They really liked you," she whispered, tilting her head up to look at him. "I knew they would."
Harry lifted his hand to brush a strand of hair from her face, his thumb lingering on her cheek. "I liked them too," he responded, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
They were silent for a few moments, simply enjoying each other's presence. YN snuggled closer to him, her body molding effortlessly against his.
Harry tightened his arms around her, his fingers splayed across her back. He rested his chin on the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her hair and feeling the steady rise and fall of her breath against his chest. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to be here with her, surrounded by her loving family and creating memories together.
"I love you," he whispered, the words feeling as natural as breathing.
YN smiled, feeling a warmth spreading through her chest at his words. She pulled away slightly to look up at him, her eyes meeting his in the dim light. "I love you too," she murmured, her voice soft and filled with emotion.
Harry bent down to capture her lips in a gentle kiss, the touch of her mouth sending a jolt of electricity through him. They kissed lazily for a few moments, their mouths moving in perfect harmony before they pulled apart and settled back into each other's arms.
They lay there in silence, their bodies entwined and their breaths syncing. Harry's fingers continued to caress her back, his touch gentle and soothing. YN closed her eyes, listening to the sound of his heartbeat, the steady rhythm lulling her into a state of complete relaxation.
With each passing moment, the weight of the day's events and emotions began to fade away, leaving only a sense of peace and contentment. They both knew that they were exactly where they were meant to be, and they wouldn't want it any other way.
SUMMARY: YN has the flu and harry is determined to be there for her.
WORD COUNT: 751 || masterlist
WARNINGS: yn is sick, mentions throwing up, she takes painkillers
A/N: i wrote this in like 30 minutes 😭 i needed to get something out before my cousins visit because i won’t be able to post anything for a few days probably
i might make a pt 2 ! please reblog & comment <3 thank you sm!
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YN rubbed her tired eyes and got up from her bed when she heard tapping on her bedroom window. she knew it was her best friend, harry.
they were on the phone when he noticed that she sounded off. he asked her what was wrong, and she brushed it off and told him that she just had a cough, but he didn’t believe her. he told her he was on his way, and before YN could stop him, he hung up.
YN unlocked her window and opened it, revealing harry standing in the tree that they used to climb all the time when they were younger, and the one that he still uses to this day to sneak into her room during times like this.
“you didn’t have to come.” she spoke weakly, stepping to the side so he could come in, “you’ll get sick.”
“i’ll be fine.” harry shrugged and closed the window, locking it as well.
“no you won’t. i feel horrible.” she laid back down in her bed and pinched her eyes shut as her head began pounding.
YN had been getting up and running to her bathroom at least once an hour to throw up, she’s been coughing nonstop, her nose is stuffy, and she just feels absolutely terrible.
“harry, i’m serious. i’ve been throwing up for hours. you don’t want to risk getting whatever i have.”
“YN,” he began, his tone stern as he sat next to her on the bed, his feet hanging off the side while he took his shoes off. “i’m not leaving. if i get sick, which i probably won’t, i’ll be okay. i want to be here with you right now. i know you’d do the same if it were me. so stop being so stubborn and let me take care of you.”
she sighed and stayed silent, not having the energy to fight him on this much longer, until she heard the sound of a medicine bottle opening. she cracked an eye open, and saw harry pouring two pills into his hand.
“you got me medicine?”
“mhm.” he handed her the pills and opened a water bottle for her.
YN took the pills from him, popped them into her mouth, and downed the water. “thank you.” she muttered, her voice weak.
harry sat next to her on the bed, his eyes fixed on her. “you look awful,” he said, his tone both concerned and teasing.
“i feel awful.” she replied.
harry chuckled softly and brushed some of her hair away from her forehead. “you have always been a terrible liar, you know that, right?” he teased, referring to when she told him that she only had a cough.
YN grumbled in response, not having the strength to come up with a comeback. she could feel the medicine starting to kick in, her headache beginning to subside.
harry scooted closer to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to his side.
she leaned into him, appreciating the comfort his presence brought.
“you didn’t have to come.” she mumbled, knowing there was no point in arguing anymore.
“you already said that.” he said quietly, his fingers tracing light patterns on her arm.
YN closed her eyes, feeling exhaustion take over her body as the medicine continued to relieve her headache.
“you should sleep,” harry told her, his grip on her shoulder tightening slightly.
“mhm,” she hummed in agreement, her eyelids feeling heavier with each passing second.
harry pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering on her skin for a few moments. “get some rest,” he whispered, his fingers combing through her hair.
YN mumbled something incoherent in response, already beginning to doze off.
harry smiled to himself, watching as she drifted further into sleep. he shifted his position, settling back further against her headboard as he got comfortable.
he sat silently next to her and stared at the ceiling, listening to her soft breathing as she slept. he could feel her warm body pressed up against him, the rise and fall of her chest, the faintest movement of her fingers on his leg. all of these things reminded him how much he cared for her. how much he loved her.
harry looked back down at YN, still asleep. he leaned down and placed another soft kiss on her forehead, savoring the feeling of her skin against his lips. he then positioned himself more comfortably, closed his eyes, and began to drift off to sleep himself.
SUMMARY: YN has the flu and harry is determined to be there for her.
WORD COUNT: 751 || masterlist
WARNINGS: yn is sick, mentions throwing up, she takes painkillers
A/N: i wrote this in like 30 minutes 😭 i needed to get something out before my cousins visit because i won’t be able to post anything for a few days probably
i might make a pt 2 ! please reblog & comment <3 thank you sm!
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YN rubbed her tired eyes and got up from her bed when she heard tapping on her bedroom window. she knew it was her best friend, harry.
they were on the phone when he noticed that she sounded off. he asked her what was wrong, and she brushed it off and told him that she just had a cough, but he didn’t believe her. he told her he was on his way, and before YN could stop him, he hung up.
YN unlocked her window and opened it, revealing harry standing in the tree that they used to climb all the time when they were younger, and the one that he still uses to this day to sneak into her room during times like this.
“you didn’t have to come.” she spoke weakly, stepping to the side so he could come in, “you’ll get sick.”
“i’ll be fine.” harry shrugged and closed the window, locking it as well.
“no you won’t. i feel horrible.” she laid back down in her bed and pinched her eyes shut as her head began pounding.
YN had been getting up and running to her bathroom at least once an hour to throw up, she’s been coughing nonstop, her nose is stuffy, and she just feels absolutely terrible.
“harry, i’m serious. i’ve been throwing up for hours. you don’t want to risk getting whatever i have.”
“YN,” he began, his tone stern as he sat next to her on the bed, his feet hanging off the side while he took his shoes off. “i’m not leaving. if i get sick, which i probably won’t, i’ll be okay. i want to be here with you right now. i know you’d do the same if it were me. so stop being so stubborn and let me take care of you.”
she sighed and stayed silent, not having the energy to fight him on this much longer, until she heard the sound of a medicine bottle opening. she cracked an eye open, and saw harry pouring two pills into his hand.
“you got me medicine?”
“mhm.” he handed her the pills and opened a water bottle for her.
YN took the pills from him, popped them into her mouth, and downed the water. “thank you.” she muttered, her voice weak.
harry sat next to her on the bed, his eyes fixed on her. “you look awful,” he said, his tone both concerned and teasing.
“i feel awful.” she replied.
harry chuckled softly and brushed some of her hair away from her forehead. “you have always been a terrible liar, you know that, right?” he teased, referring to when she told him that she only had a cough.
YN grumbled in response, not having the strength to come up with a comeback. she could feel the medicine starting to kick in, her headache beginning to subside.
harry scooted closer to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to his side.
she leaned into him, appreciating the comfort his presence brought.
“you didn’t have to come.” she mumbled, knowing there was no point in arguing anymore.
“you already said that.” he said quietly, his fingers tracing light patterns on her arm.
YN closed her eyes, feeling exhaustion take over her body as the medicine continued to relieve her headache.
“you should sleep,” harry told her, his grip on her shoulder tightening slightly.
“mhm,” she hummed in agreement, her eyelids feeling heavier with each passing second.
harry pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering on her skin for a few moments. “get some rest,” he whispered, his fingers combing through her hair.
YN mumbled something incoherent in response, already beginning to doze off.
harry smiled to himself, watching as she drifted further into sleep. he shifted his position, settling back further against her headboard as he got comfortable.
he sat silently next to her and stared at the ceiling, listening to her soft breathing as she slept. he could feel her warm body pressed up against him, the rise and fall of her chest, the faintest movement of her fingers on his leg. all of these things reminded him how much he cared for her. how much he loved her.
harry looked back down at YN, still asleep. he leaned down and placed another soft kiss on her forehead, savoring the feeling of her skin against his lips. he then positioned himself more comfortably, closed his eyes, and began to drift off to sleep himself.
SUMMARY: Y/N and Harry got into their first big argument as a married couple.
WARNINGS: none
WORD COUNT: 595
A/N: a small blurb for now while i get other things done ! please repost and comment !! thank you <33
Y/N and Harry have been married for just a few months when they got into their first big fight as husband and wife. It was over something stupid and neither of them could even remember what it was about.
Y/N was very upset, so she grabbed her things and muttered something about her sleeping on the couch.
Harry laid down in bed, feeling worried about how this would affect their relationship. He knew they had never gone to bed mad at eachother.
After tossing and turning on the couch for almost an hour, Y/N heard Harry coming down the stairs. She knew he wanted to talk, but she really didn't want to.
She opened her eyes and saw him leaning against the doorframe as he rubbed his tired ones, then looked back at her.
"Can we talk, pretty girl?" Harry asked, his voice soft and tired.
Y/N's stomach clenched at the sound of his voice. He sounded really sad.
"I don't really want to talk," she mumbled, her voice heavy with emotion.
"Please," Harry basically begged, taking a step closer to her. "I can't go to bed knowing you are upset with me."
Y/N felt herself waver. She hated fighting with him and she hated the thought of sleeping on the couch, or anywhere without him.
"I'm not upset with you. I just don't want to talk about it right now."
Harry sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. "Fine. We can talk in the morning. Just please come back to bed, baby. I'm sorry."
"No. I'm sleeping on the couch. You'll be fine." She tried to hide the fact that she could feel her resolve weakening.
The look of desperation on his face made her feel bad, but what made her feel even worse, was when he dropped to his knees next to her on the hard, cold floor and said, "Please, baby. I'm sorry. I love you so much. Please come back to bed."
Y/N's heart ached as she looked at Harry's pleading face. She knew he was sorry, and she loved him more than anything in the world. Seeing him on his knees, practically begging her to forgive him, tugged at her heartstrings.
She let out a sigh, her resolve weakening further. "You don't play fair, do you?" she murmured.
Harry smiled weakly, feeling a small wave of relief wash over him. "No I don't. I just really don't want to spend the rest of the night without you next to me."
Y/N chewed on her bottom lip, torn between her stubbornness and her love for him.
"Please, baby." He repeated.
Y/N looked at Harry's hopeful face and felt her resolve crumble completely. She could see the sincerity and love in his eyes, and she couldn't say no to him.
With a huff, she sat up and muttered, "Fine. I'll come back to bed, but only because I love you."
She let out a small laugh in surprise when Harry scooped her up into his arms, carrying her up the stairs bridal style.
Once they reached the bedroom, Harry gently laid her down on the bed and crawled in next to her. He pulled her into his arms, holding her close to his chest.
“I’m so sorry.” He whispered into her hair. “I don’t want to fight with you ever again. Especially over something so stupid. I love you.” He planted a soft kiss to the top of her head.
“I love you too.” She responded tiredly. They both fell asleep shortly after.
Crying after looking OG one direction pictures and remembering that Liam is dead, I’ll never be a 12 again, I’m just gonna get older, life is only going to get more complicated, and I’ll just have to live day in day out till I’m dead.
SUMMARY: Y/N and Harry got into their first big argument as a married couple.
WARNINGS: none
WORD COUNT: 595
A/N: a small blurb for now while i get other things done ! please reblog and comment !! thank you <33
Y/N and Harry have been married for just a few months when they got into their first big fight as husband and wife. It was over something stupid and neither of them could even remember what it was about.
Y/N was very upset, so she grabbed her things and muttered something about her sleeping on the couch.
Harry laid down in bed, feeling worried about how this would affect their relationship. He knew they had never gone to bed mad at eachother.
After tossing and turning on the couch for almost an hour, Y/N heard Harry coming down the stairs. She knew he wanted to talk, but she really didn't want to.
She opened her eyes and saw him leaning against the doorframe as he rubbed his tired ones, then looked back at her.
"Can we talk, pretty girl?" Harry asked, his voice soft and tired.
Y/N's stomach clenched at the sound of his voice. He sounded really sad.
"I don't really want to talk," she mumbled, her voice heavy with emotion.
"Please," Harry basically begged, taking a step closer to her. "I can't go to bed knowing you are upset with me."
Y/N felt herself waver. She hated fighting with him and she hated the thought of sleeping on the couch, or anywhere without him.
"I'm not upset with you. I just don't want to talk about it right now."
Harry sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. "Fine. We can talk in the morning. Just please come back to bed, baby. I'm sorry."
"No. I'm sleeping on the couch. You'll be fine." She tried to hide the fact that she could feel her resolve weakening.
The look of desperation on his face made her feel bad, but what made her feel even worse, was when he dropped to his knees next to her on the hard, cold floor and said, "Please, baby. I'm sorry. I love you so much. Please come back to bed."
Y/N's heart ached as she looked at Harry's pleading face. She knew he was sorry, and she loved him more than anything in the world. Seeing him on his knees, practically begging her to forgive him, tugged at her heartstrings.
She let out a sigh, her resolve weakening further. "You don't play fair, do you?" she murmured.
Harry smiled weakly, feeling a small wave of relief wash over him. "No I don't. I just really don't want to spend the rest of the night without you next to me."
Y/N chewed on her bottom lip, torn between her stubbornness and her love for him.
"Please, baby." He repeated.
Y/N looked at Harry's hopeful face and felt her resolve crumble completely. She could see the sincerity and love in his eyes, and she couldn't say no to him.
With a huff, she sat up and muttered, "Fine. I'll come back to bed, but only because I love you."
She let out a small laugh in surprise when Harry scooped her up into his arms, carrying her up the stairs bridal style.
Once they reached the bedroom, Harry gently laid her down on the bed and crawled in next to her. He pulled her into his arms, holding her close to his chest.
“I’m so sorry.” He whispered into her hair. “I don’t want to fight with you ever again. Especially over something so stupid. I love you.” He planted a soft kiss to the top of her head.
“I love you too.” She responded tiredly. They both fell asleep shortly after.
we could call it even, you could call me babe for the weekend || masterlist
SUMMARY: two former lovers who had been separated for four years find themselves back in their hometown for Christmas and unexpectedly cross paths. As they reconnect, they rediscover their love for eachother and must decide if they want to give it another chance.
WARNINGS: not proofread
WORD COUNT: 3.9k
A/N: this is the longest thing i’ve ever written and idk how i feel about it… also this was kinda rushed towards the end because i haven’t put anything out in a while so i wanted to finish this im sorry 😭 ALSO… the ending is kinda abrupt I just didn’t know how else to end it without dragging it on for a long time, but i can always make a pt 2 if anyone wants!! please comment and reblog! thank youu <33
y/s/n - your sisters name & y/m/n - your moms name
After pushing through the large crowds of people for what felt like hours, Y/N finally arrived at the store she had been looking for. She was back in her hometown, and even after living here for 18 years, she's never seen the mall this packed before. Apparently everyone else was doing last minute Christmas shopping as well.
The mall was filled with people shopping for presents and the air was filled with a loud buzz of conversations and holiday music. It was starting to get late and the sun outside was starting to set, the sky getting darker by the minute.
Y/N quickly walked through the store, scanning the aisles for the perfect gift for her friends and family. As she walked down the aisle, she noticed the countless number of people doing the same thing as her, bustling around with purpose as they searched for gifts. She picked up a few items, but put them down again, not quite satisfied with any of them.
That's when she saw the most perfect thing for her little sister. It was a small white giraffe plushie with pink spots all over, and she knew her sister would love it.
She didn't even notice that another person was reaching for it until she grabbed the plushie at the same time as him. The hand had a small tattoo of a cross, and rings all over his fingers. No way.
Y/N looked up at the person who the hand belonged to, and she was right. It was Harry. Her ex boyfriend from four years ago. They dated for about a year and broke up after he went on X factor and started to gain fame.
Her heart skipped a beat as she looked into his eyes. It had been four years since they had broken up, but she couldn't help the butterflies that she felt erupting in her stomach when she saw him again. He looked a bit different from how he had looked all those years ago, his longer hair framed his face perfectly, and he had tattoos. A lot of tattoos. He looked good. The way his fingers brushed against hers as they both reached for the same thing sent a shiver down her spine.
"Oh, uh." She cleared her throat awkwardly and looked away when she realized she'd been staring. "Sorry. You can take it."
Harry was still staring at her as he shook his head, "No, it's alright. I don't need it. You can have it." He paused, not so subtly checking her out. "Are you visiting for the holidays too?" There was a hint of something in his eyes that she couldn't quite place, but she thought she saw a flash of nostalgia there.
Y/N blushed a little when she felt Harry's eyes on her, raking over her body. She crossed her arms over her chest and glanced away again, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "Yeah, I'm visiting for a few days to see family and some friends." She said, her voice sounding slightly strained even to her own ears.
He nodded in agreement, a warm smile brightening his features. "Me too." He couldn't help but glance at her lips as he felt another wave of nostalgia wash over him. "Uh... you look good." He said, his voice barely above a whisper.
She blushed more at his words, "Thanks, you too." She spoke quietly.
Harry's eyes flicked back up to hers, noticing the light shade of pink that dusted her cheeks. He couldn't help but feel a little bit of satisfaction in the fact that he can still make her blush after all of this time. He shifted on his feet, feeling a little bit awkward now. "So, uh, how've you been?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck nervously.
"I've been... good. Yeah," she fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, "I've had some... not so good relationships, but other than that, everything's been good." She offered a small smile, "What about you?"
Harry raised an eyebrow, a hint of jealousy flashing in his eyes at the mention of her past relationships. Despite having broken up years ago, and the amount of girls he's been with since her, he couldn't help but feel a little bit possessive, even after all this time. He knew he didn't have a right to feel this way. After all, he had been the one to break up with her.
"Oh, uh," he said, quickly looking away and trying to push down the feeling of jealousy that had flared up at the mention of her other relationships. "That's nice. I've been good too. Y'know, just... busy with the band and stuff." He paused, not really knowing what to say next.
The silence between the two of them felt suffocating. They had broken up years ago, but the tension between them now was almost palpable. Y/N shifted awkwardly, feeling like the weight of their history was pushing down on her.
"So... you're back in town for how long?" She asked hesitantly, trying to break the tension.
Harry shrugged, looking down at the floor as he played with his rings nervously. "Just a few days." He said, not looking up. "I'm staying with my mom and Gemma."
There was another beat of silence, which gave Y/N the chance to think about if her next question she had in mind was a good idea or not.
She decided to just go for it.
"So, uh... would you guys wanna come over on Christmas for dinner? I mean... I'm sure my mom would be happy to see you guys. It's been a while."
Harry's eyes snapped back up to hers, clearly surprised by her question. They had been best friends since basically birth, and ruined it by dating eachother. Before the breakup, their families spent pretty much every holiday together.
"...I'd have to ask my mom if she wants to. But uh... yeah, I'll let you know..." He nodded a bit.
"Alright, yeah, uhh..." She gestured to her phone with the hand that it was in. She didn't wanna say it. Y/N was too scared to ask for his number.
"Yeah, sorry." He put his hand out for her phone, which she quickly unlocked and went to the keypad to call someone and then handed the phone to him. He added his number and saved the contact before handing it back to her.
"Thanks." She whispered, smiling awkwardly at him as she took her phone back and put it into her back pocket. "Uhh, I'm gonna go. I need to get shopping done. You can have it by the way." She said, talking about the stuffed animal that still sat on the shelf next to them. "Bye!" She left before he could convince her to take it.
He chuckled and shook his head as he watched her go. She was still as stubborn as she was when he last saw her.
The days flew by pretty quickly, and before Y/N knew it, it was Christmas morning. Harry had texted her the day before that they'd be able to go over for dinner, so she got ready for that.
Y/N took her time getting ready, trying to look her best. She put on a long sleeves red dress with tights to keep her warm and did her makeup carefully, wanting to look presentable in front of her ex and his family.
The doorbell eventually rang, and Y/N took a deep breath before answering. When she opened the door, Harry was standing on the other side, along with his mom, and his sister Gemma, who was carrying a little girl on her hip.
She focused her attention back on Harry and her breath hitched. He was dressed sort of casually, but he still looked extremely handsome. Her eyes flickered down to his hands, and he was holding three gift bags. He brought gifts for them.
"Harry, you didn't have to." Y/N spoke as she stepped aside to allow them in. She felt incredibly guilty, since she didn't get them anything.
"It's no problem." Harry said, his eyes skimming over her red dress and his lips curving into a small smile. "We wanted to bring you all something."
Gemma glanced at Y/N's dress, a knowing smile appearing on her lips, "You look amazing, Y/N." She said, her eyes flickering between her and Harry.
"Oh, thank you, Gemma. I missed you so much." She stepped up to her and hugged her, mindful of the baby on her side.
"I missed you too." Gemma replied, hugging her back with one arm.
They pulled away, and Y/N moved to hug Anne as Harry closed the door behind them. "I missed you. Merry Christmas, Y/N." Anne hugged her tight.
"I missed you too. Merry Christmas." She smiled and pulled away after a moment. "How've you been?"
"I've been good. How about you?"
"Good!" Y/N nodded and her mom spoke up, "Guys, dinner is done!"
When she turned around to look into the kitchen, Y/N saw Harry and her mom having a conversation as he set the bags somewhere off to the side, probably to open after dinner.
She sat at the table while Harry, his mom, and his sister all said their hellos to her mom and her sister. Y/N heard Harry tell Y/S/N that she grew a lot since he last saw her, which was true, because when he saw her last, she was three. She was now 7.
As Harry spoke to her sister, Y/N glanced at her mom, who gestured for her to go up to him, since he was the only one she hadn't hugged yet, and she was the only one he hadn't hugged yet.
She thought about it for a minute before standing up and smoothing out her dress before walking up to him, "Hi." She smiled nervously as she watched him ruffle Y/S/N's hair playfully, causing her to giggle. He looked up at her and smiled. "Hey."
She hesitantly wrapped her arms around his neck, she felt very uncomfortable doing this, but all of the tension in her body disappeared when he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Thank you for coming." She whispered, resting her chin on his shoulder.
"Of course." He whispered back.
She stayed in this hug with him longer than she did with Anne and Gemma. She felt safe in his arms, even if it reminded her of all of the good memories they once shared.
Y/M/N began to set the table, and Harry eventually pulled away just to help her, Y/N followed behind, grabbing the plates and silverware from the cupboards.
After setting the table, the three of them sat down with everyone else. Y/M/N sat next to Anne, leaving only two seats left that were right next to eachother. Y/N sighed as she sat down in one of them and watched Harry sit in the other.
They all talked and ate for a while, when Harry noticed Y/N's leg bouncing anxiously. He looked away from it for a few minutes before resting his hand on her thigh, rubbing it gently with his thumb as he took a bite of his mashed potatoes. Her leg immediately stopped bouncing.
After dinner, they cleaned up their dishes and put the leftovers in the fridge. Y/M/N grabbed the bags from earlier and gave one to Y/N, one to Y/S/N, and kept the bag that was for her.
Everyone sat back down at the table, and Y/S/N opened hers first. She pulled the pink tissue paper out of the pink gift bag, before pulling out a plushie.
The one Y/N was going to get for her the other day.
"Yay!" Y/S/N squealed happily. "Thank you!" She ran up to Harry, Anne, and Gemma, hugging each of them.
"Of course, sweetheart." Harry chuckled, ruffling her hair again.
Y/S/N then went back to her seat and waited patiently for her mom or Y/N to open their gift as she held the plushie close.
"Harry," Y/N whispered to him, causing him to turn his head to face her. "How did you know?" She asked.
He shrugged, "You're welcome."
"No seriously, I told you to get it."
"I know. I was gonna get it for Olivia, but I found something I think she'd like better." He gestured to the small girl in his sisters arms, who was holding a small monkey plushie. Harry smiled and looked back at Y/N, who said, "Well, that was very thoughtful of you. Thank you."
"Of course," He smiled, "now open yours."
Y/N listened to him and pulled the tissue out of the gift bag that sat in front of her.
The bag seemed quite heavy, so she knew there was something more than a small gift inside. She pulled whatever was at the bottom of the bag, out of it, and revealed a big book with a red leather cover.
"What's this?" She asked as she examined the book.
"Open it." Harry spoke from the chair next to hers, a smile on his lips as he watched her.
With a confused expression, Y/N opened the book, and she was shocked to see what was inside.
The front of the book was a handwritten note, asking her to forgive him after everything that went wrong after the breakup, then she flicked through the other pages, revealing pictures of the two of them from when they were babies all the way until right before the breakup. Y/N was speechless. She skimmed through the entire book before looking up at him, tears in her eyes.
"Do you like it?" Harry smiled nervously. He was worried she'd think it was weird or something.
"I- how?" She asked quietly, still in shock. "You didn't throw them out." She spoke in amazement, flipping through the pages again.
"Obviously I didn't throw them away." He chuckled a little, "I made this right before everything happened. And... I wrote the note last night. But... I found it in my bedroom yesterday, so, yeah."
Y/N pulled him into a tight hug, to which he immediately reciprocated. She thanked him and told him how much of a thoughtful gift it was a million times.
-
Harry, Gemma, and Anne were getting ready to leave after the dinner was over. Everyone was saying their goodbyes, and as Harry hugged Y/N again, he asked her, "Would you wanna hangout tomorrow? I was thinking we could go to the movies or something."
Her eyes widened a bit in surprise, but she smiled at him and said, "Yeah. Sure, I'd love to. What time were you thinking?"
"Is noon okay with you? I could pick you up then." Harry returned the smile when she pulled away from the hug, his hands still on her waist.
"Yeah. Sounds good." She nodded in agreement. "I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Great. See you tomorrow." He gave her a soft smile before saying his last goodbyes and walking back out to the car.
-
The next day, Y/N woke up early and got ready to meet up with Harry. She put on a nice outfit and did her makeup and hair, trying to look nice for him. She didn't know why she was putting so much effort into how she looked, since they were only hanging out and watching a movie together, but she couldn't help herself.
At 11:50, Y/N heard a knock at the front door. She took a deep breath before walking over to answer it.
As she opened the door, she saw Harry standing on the other side, looking as attractive as he always did. He smiled when he saw her, glancing down at her outfit, before looking back up at her. "Hey." He said, his voice soft.
She felt her cheeks heat up when his eyes scanned over her outfit. She quickly looked away, trying to hide the way his gaze was affecting her. "Hey," she responded, trying to keep her voice casual. "Ready to go?" Harry asked her, and she just nodded.
Harry chuckled at her response before gesturing for her to follow him out to the car. He opened the passenger door for her, waiting for her to get in before closing it and walking over to the other side.
Once they were both in the car, Harry glanced over at Y/N before putting the car in reverse and pulling out of the driveway.
The drive was mostly silent as they made their way to the movie theater. Y/N looked out the window, trying to distract herself from the fact that she was alone with Harry, but she could feel his eyes glance at her from time to time.
Finally, they arrived at the theater, and Harry found a parking spot near the entrance. He killed the engine and looked over at Y/N, his gaze studying her face.
Y/N could feel her heart skip a beat as his gaze lingered on her. She tried to look back at him casually, but she could feel herself blushing underneath his intense stare.
Harry smiled as he saw her blush, his eyes studying the way her face flushed at his gaze. He watched her for a few seconds before reaching out slowly and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, his eyes dropping to her lips for a second.
Y/N felt her breath catch in her throat as his hand brushed against her cheek. She couldn't help but stare at him, her eyes flickering between his lips and his eyes. The air between them suddenly felt tense, until Harry cleared his throat and looked away. "We should probably go see the movie." He said, trying to break the tension. He looked back at her, his eyes seeming to soften for a moment, before he opened his car door and climbed out.
Y/N followed suit, feeling somewhat disappointed but not even knowing why. The two of them made their way into the movie theater and headed towards the counter to buy the tickets.
Harry was the one to walk up to the counter and buy their tickets. Y/N stood back, watching as he paid for the two of them. When the man at the counter handed him their tickets, Harry turned and held one out to her, his fingers slightly brushing against hers as she took it from him.
She looked a the ticket in her hand, and saw that it was for the movie, The Fault in Our Stars.
She had talked about wanting to watch it yesterday evening during dinner.
"You remembered." She spoke quietly, not looking up from the ticket.
"Of course I did." Harry smiled at her, his expression softening. He gently took her wrist in his hand before walking to the counter to get food.
"Want some popcorn?" He asked her as they stopped in front of the counter. Y/N thought about it for a couple seconds before nodding. She hadn't had food before they met, so popcorn actually sounded really good.
Harry ordered a large popcorn, as well as two sodas. When the person behind the counter handed him the food, Harry thanked her and they headed over to their designated theater to watch the movie.
The two of them found their way into the theater, sitting in their seats that were all the way in the back and that were next to each other. Harry motioned for Y/N to sit, and he sat next to her. The trailers started playing, and Harry put the popcorn in the seat next to him, then the sodas in the cup holders.
Y/N looked over and saw that they still had 20 minutes until the movie started, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
The two of them were quiet for a few minutes until Harry cleared his throat and asked her, "Are you excited for the movie?" He turned his head to look at her. Y/N looked back at him, her eyes meeting his. She nodded as a small smile appeared on her lips. "Yeah, I am." She replied. "I heard it's really good but also sad."
Harry chuckled softly, "Yeah, I've heard that too. Pretty sure it's a bit of a tear jerker."
Y/N smiled at that, her mind suddenly wondering what would happen if she started crying during this movie. The thought was sorta embarrassing.
-
After the credits finished rolling and the lights came back on in the theater, Harry slowly turned to Y/N who looked to be crying quietly next to him.
He shifted in his seat so that he was facing her, a concerned expression on his face. "You okay?" He asked her quietly, holding her face in his hands and gently wiping her tears away with his thumbs.
Y/N sniffed and nodded, her tears still falling slowly down her cheeks. "Yeah, I'm okay." She said, her voice soft.
Harry stared at her, his expression gentle and understanding. He continued to cup her cheeks in his hands, his thumbs rubbing over her tear-stained skin as his eyes dropped to her lips once again.
The two of them sat there for a second, neither one of them speaking or making a move to leave the theater. Harry's hands were still on Y/N's face and his eyes were still on her lips, his gaze becoming almost hungry as he studied them. Y/N could feel her heart beating quickly in her chest, the moment between them seeming almost electric.
Harry continued to look at her lips for another second, his thumbs brushing against them lightly, before he finally raised his gaze back to her eyes.
"Can I kiss you?" He asked quietly, his voice gentle and almost hesitant, like he was worried that she might reject him.
But she nodded.
He wasted no time before crashing his lips onto hers for the first time in four years.
His lips were hot and urgent against hers, the kiss passionate and full of longing, like he had been waiting for this moment for so long. Y/N grabbed onto his shoulders to steady herself as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, his hands moving from her chin to her waist.
He grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his lap, his tongue still searching her mouth as she straddled him. His hands moved over her body, mapping it out as if he was trying to memorize each part of her, like he didn't know if he would ever get to do this again.
“Y/N I missed you so fucking much,” He muttered against her lips before kissing her again, “thought about you every single day.”
“I missed you too.” She mumbled as she kissed him back.
They eventually pulled away, and Y/N got off of Harry’s lap, smoothing her hair down awkwardly as he stood up and fixed his hair as well.
He looked down at her and chuckled, bringing his hand up to her lips and wiping away the lipstick that smudged around her mouth with his thumb.
She couldn’t help the smile that grew on her lips as she looked into his eyes, which were focused on getting all of the smeared lipstick off of her.
They were almost distracted enough to not think about how stupid this is. Almost.
“Harry-“ Y/N got interrupted by Harry as he placed a finger over her lips and said, “Shh, not right now. Let’s get you home, okay?”
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