Small City Girl - Part Six
Small City Girl - Part Six
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MASTERLIST.
in which, there is a miscommunication, quite literally, and harry and Y/N are soppy morning people.
Harry clicked his seat belt in and confirmed its security with a tug. His warm Audi in the cold weather was comforting to say the least.
But the ache in his heart to know that Y/N was probably, okay almost definitely, in her flat, warm and cosy thinking about how Harry didn’t like her.
But Harry has a plan.
He doesn’t always.
But today, today, he has a plan.
He’s already done the rounds filling a few missing gaps of finding her favourite things.
He already knew stuff like her favourite flower, favourite take out, her love for big hoodies and a cheeky glass, bottle, of Sauvignon Blanc.
But, with help from friends, he discovered her love for candles (on the contrary, Harry and been in Y/N’s flat and seen her love for candles, but Harry was a man for details) and fresh linen was her favourite.
Equally, her love for plants. Y/N’s flat was flowing with green spikes and leafs. But, thanks to Niall, he was now aware that a Monstrea was a plant she had been looking for for a while.
His apology kit.
His intention wasn’t to bribe Y/N with all of those gifts, but more show he is interested and that he does know her and wants to get to know more.
So, Harry drove through the wet roads towards Y/N’s flat praying she would be happy to see him.
Harry’s palms felt warm and sweaty, his nerves flooding through him.
How could she seriously think that he wouldn’t want to message her.
Disneyland had been one of the best times he had, and for a moment he forgot about everything that was wrong with the world.
Y/N for him was a breath of fresh air, continuously. He adored seeing her in an oversized hoodie, snuffling away and looking cozy. He loved waking up and hearing her bump and thump all over their hotel room because she was so clumsy.
She even managed to break a towel rail in the bathroom and all the towels fell into the shower whilst she was showering, leaving Harry a wet soggy towel and doe eyed eyes.
But, Y/N, of course, always became flustered and as quick to ring front desk and asked for extra towels.
And how she wore his hoodie on a day it was extra cold and it looked so cosy, but somehow, in the midst of roller coaster to roller coaster, she spilled a dark hot chocolate down the fronts of the fluffy grey jumper.
Harry wanted to be annoyed, he really did. That was one of his favorite jumpers, always made him feel warm and homely, no matter where he was in the world.
A hoodie that stayed with him through luggage rather than being part of his LA wardrobe or his London wardrobe.
But, seeing the dark dripped stains on the front over the past two weeks, has made him like Y/N even more. Like a small little reminder that her petite body had once graced the inside of his hoodie.
It was sitting on his passenger seat. Folded and washed and ready for Harry to see on her petite body.
Harry pulled up at Y/N’s apartment block and parked in the downstairs parking garage.
Harry struggled to get everything out of the car and make it towards the lift, but somehow he managed it.
Knocking twice on her door was a slight struggle, but nevertheless, moments later, Y/N appeared in the entryway.
“What are you doing here?” She asks quietly. She wants to be firm, she wants to tell him to go away and not come back and to delete her number, but she's a nice person and would never say such thing.
Especially when that person is Harry.
“Love, look, I’m not sure what happened, but I did text you, I have been!” He confirms.
Y/N raises her eyebrows, the cold from the brick hallway seems to be letting the cold air brush through the small flat of hers, not caring much for her gas bill.
“What do you mean? All I’ve had off of you is flowers” Y/N states and Harry shuffles a bit, trying not to drop anything and pleading inside his head she’ll over him in.
Y/N’s already starting to notice the few things he’s holding.
“Y/N, I promise I sent you texts and called you, if you let me in, I'll show you.” He smiles and tries to put on his best begging face.
Y/N complentates her options and the pro’s and con’s of letting him in.
“C’mon,” He pleads, “Your flats losing warmth by the minute”
Y/N sighs and rolls her eyes before slowly taking a few steps backwards and motioning for him to come in.
“Thank you”
They walk into Y/N’s kitchen, candles blearing a gaze.
“I brought you some gifts” He smiles. He places the wine, candle, hoodie, chinese take out and her bunch of tulips on the counter.
Then he slowly brings round the Monstrea he’s been desperately trying to hide from behind his legs.
“Harry!” She screeches.
“Where did you find this!” She smiles. She wanders over so she's standing next to Harry and hands at the leafs to further inspect it.
“Just had to look a little further a field” He smiles.
As confused as Y/N is, she cannot find it within herself to be able to stay mad at him. Harry had gone to the effort to find her favorite plant and bring it to her with some over goodies.
“And, I thought you’d never turn down that chinese takeaway you were talking about in Paris” Harry smiles, pulling each item out the back making Y/N’s heart flutter at every item and how she remembers telling him why she loved each one of them.
Part of Y/N, wants to cuddle Harry, bring him to the sofa, make him eat that lo-mein she was fussing over and make him watch Pretty Woman, because he’d never seen it, but there was so much uncertainty around the pair.
“Harry,” She says sympathetically, he knows what she’s trying to say.
“Look.” He urges, passing his phone to Y/N, and it's all there, seeing all his texts, then having Harry come and stand behind her. Wrapping his arms around the small of her waist, leaning in a little so that his front engulfs her back.
His hands move to his phone to show his call history and sure enough, Y/N see’s outgoing calls to herself.
“Harry, I’m so sorry” She says softly. She looks up at Harry, doe eyes a full glare.
“Honestly, it’s fine, I said I would call and I didn’t so it only makes sense you’re annoyed.”
Y/N turns in Harry’s arms and wraps her arms around his neck, resting her arms on the tops of his shoulders.
“I really thought you wouldn’t want to talk to me” Y/N says, hiding her face in his neck, nuzzling a little out of embarrassment.
“You silly girl” Harry laughs pressing a reassuring kiss on the top of her head.
“Of course I’d want to talk to you, you’d be daft to think any less” Y/N smiles at his statement.
“Thank you for my gifts, they’re all so wonderful” Y/N smiles pressing a few kisses to his neck, ensuring to leave her lips there, lingering for a moment or two.
“S’okay, wanted to treat ya, felt bad.” Harry smiled, swaying her using her hips.
“Does this takeout mean you’re staying?” Y/N asks quietly scared to be rejected.
“Obviously, I’ve missed out on cuddles and I think it's time for some compensation” Harry says.
“Does this mean we can watch Pretty Woman?” Y/N laughs.
A breathy laugh escapes through Harry’s nose.
“This means we can watch Pretty Woman” He assures.
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By no means did Harry intend on staying the night. But, how could he resist? Y/N was all tucked up in a cuddle with him by the time the film had finished around ten.
Y/N had ensured to pick out the best, cosiest blanket she had in the house when choosing to cuddle up on the sofa and eat their chinese.
But for Harry, watching Y/N snuggle into him and let out a breathy snores and twitch her nose ever so often was enough persuasion that he shouldn’t have left a note saying goodbye and jump into his Audi and call in the morning.
Instead, he opted to turn the TV. Carefully peel Y/N off his arm that she was cuddling and pick her up and plop her in her bed. And of course he had planned to sleep on the sofa, not wanting to push any boundaries.
However, when Y/N reached out for him with the cutest moan after he’d plopped her down, he couldn’t resist but to slide in next to each her.
So, naturally, when Y/N woke before Harry this morning, it gave her a little fright to see another human in her bed, but her heart instantly warmed as soon as she saw who was in her bed.
He was such a peaceful sleeper, his lips were parted a little, air dancing through his lips and his chest rising and falling with each one. His hair was messy and a little bit all over the place, but nevertheless, he looked adorable.
How was his skin so clear?
Y/N would definitely be raiding his bathroom cabinet when she goes to his flat.
The duvet engulfed their warmth and secured them from the cold that graced her walls, of course Harry hadn’t put the heating on, she wouldn’t expect him to be able to find it.
Y/N’s shoulders were a little uncovered and a breeze began to make the hairs on her arms raised. She grasps the covers from underneath and pulled them up over her shoulder. Noticing that Harry too was a little uncovered she pulled them over him.
She placed her arm over his body, moved his arm so that she could slot herself up his side and rest her head on his shoulder, leg slung over his own.
Harry moaned, still asleep, but pulled her in closers and dozed back over into a sleep.
Y/N thinks that this is the most perfect morning she’s ever had, if every Sunday was like this, she wouldn’t moan about anything in life.
One of her hands reach up and grasps Harry’s face softly, slowly stroking his cheek with the tip of her thumb. Harry smiles a little, slowly waking up and leans his head into her hand.
Harry’s eyes flutter open and when he’s sees Y/N a wipe spread grin breaks onto his face and Y/N snuggles in hiding her face.
Morning snuggles and faces cause for giggly grins and sheepish sleepy people.
“Mornin’” Harry smiles and Y/N returns.
“Hey, wanna come away wit me’”
