a/n: Welcome to the addiction series!! this is my first ever serious post lmao, so please take it lightly. give me ur honest opinions tho! i hope you guys like it <3
this story is placed around the time harry got mugged on the street, but im changing some thing! he is also still dating olivia in the begining of this story so if that bother you im sorry. but that will change, just be patient my children....
famous!harry x plus size!normal oc
1.9k words (i promise i will try to make them longer lol)
the one where harry meets meg, but not in a way you would expect....
content warnings: mugging, talks of knives, talks of drugs and alchol, talks of being cross faded. i think thats it but let me know if there is anything else!!! this is an 18+ story!!! i cant stop you from doing it but please, viewer descretion is advised!!!!
part one, megs pov:
"damn, your crossed as fuck." pepper said laughing. i couldn't really feel it but i knew she was right. at this point im so use to the feelig that i cant even tell the difference. aside from the alchol i had taken a couple of things that were past around and somked a bit of weed. i wouldn't say i'm the 'highest iv'e ever been' but im definietly i in no state of mind to be driving. thank fully med had driven me her, as she was D.D tonight.
i was starting to get really hot. i knew that as soon as i felt that fire start to creep up my spine it was time for me to tap out from everything for the night. i passed the joint in my hands to the person on my right with out even remembering who it was. i picked myself off the couch and make a b-line for the front door, but not without pepper noticing me.
i feel someone follow me and i assume that it pepper. i turn around and see my assumtions are correct.
"hey, you ok?" she asks. i nod a brush it off, but at this point in our friendship there is nothing i could hide from her. physical or emotional. "tell me the truth meg." she says giving me her famous stare of truth, as we walk to a place more private.
"yeah, just having that feeling again." i dont need to explain more. she gives me a knowing look understanding what i'm talking about the minute i say it. she had a worried look on her face and sits there thinking about what to say next.
"maybe you should go home. do you need a ride?" i know she hasn't been drinking and it would probably be safer to drive with her, rather than walk the streets alone in LA at 1am, but i saw her talking with cassie (who she's been crushing on for month.) and i dont want her to have to stop something she barly got to start. i shake my head no and tell her that i can walk. she gives me an 'are you sure' look.
"i think it will be good for my head and make the hangover a lot more bearable in the morning. besides, i think tonight will finally be the night you get lucky with cass." i wink at her. she turns red before giving me a nod telling me to text her when i get home. i agree before hugging her and making my way out.
i start my jouney home holding on to the knife in my pocket just to be safe. i don't live in the best part of town, so i have to be ready for anything. i pull out my vape just to calm my nerves. i've always hated walking alone, and being crossed out of my mind wasn't helping.
i walk pretty fast for being in the state im in. as i start getting closer to my nighborhood, i hear some shit going down not far from me. of course its got to be the path i need to go down. i put my head down trying to ignore whatever it is and just get home. i make a lot of rash choices while being this fucked up, and the last thing i need to to go back to jail for the night.
as i get closer, i see a group of short guys surounding a rather tall man. i couldn't tell if this was some kind of drug deal with a skinny king-pin, or if the tall guy was in trouble. i decided to just act like i dont see anthing. the last thing i need tonight was to be dragged into what ever the fuck this was.
as i walk by i see the tall guy pull out a big stack of cash. i don't think i've seen that much moneyin one sitting in my life. i then realize the group of short guys was pointing a knife to him.
they were mugging him.
i may sound like a bad person for saying this, but i think i need that cash more the tall guy and the rest of these idiot. like i said, i make rash and stupid choices when im in this state of mind. so with out think i start to walk faster. i hear the group of me start to ask him for his phone. thats when i decide to take action.
"hey! leave him alone." i shout from about 12 feet away, being way more loud than i intended to. they look at me and start to laugh.
"i suggest you keep walking and turn your pretty head beforw something bad happends to you sweetheart." he says now pointiing his knife at me. the tall guy gives me a look telling me to just run.
i keep walking over there with my slightly bigger knife in my pocket with my hand on it incase i need to pull it out quickly.
"well this 'sweetheart' is perfectly capable of pretecting herself from idiots like you." god i'm so fucking stupid sometimes. i am in not shape to being doing this shit right now.
but the things i do for money are actually ridiculous.
"seriously sweetheart. the last thing i wanna do is use this big scary knife on such a pretty thing like you. so save yourself the trouble and keep walking."
at this point i'm pissed. maybe it was the alchol talking or maybe he was just a sexist pig. but now i had to do something. i chuckle a bit before starting my next sentance.
"you know what's a lot scarier then a 'big scary knife' attached to a 'big scary man'" i ask while stepping closer. he gives me an amussed look before letting me continue.
within 1 second my knife is against his throat and i'm in his face.
"an even bigger knife, with an even scarier girl who really doesn't give a fuck." fear pools into his eyes as he looks down to the knife he is stuck under. i look around the the rest of the guys seeing a look of shock on their faces as well as the tell man in the corner. they all look aroundnot knowing what to do next, conflicted on whether to help their friend, boss, or whhatever he is to them, or to stay where they are not wanting to be the next one under the knife.
"so what's it gonna be? are you going to leave me and this nice gentlemen alone and walk away? or are you going to have a painful reminder of how you got mugged while trying to mug someone. not to metion there is witnesses."
he thinks about it for a bit before he drops his own knife and him and is crew walk away.
good choice.
i look over to the tall, skinny man and see the look on his face of pure disbelief. i could almost laugh if it wasn't for the fact that i'm no better then the men i jusy scared off.
"thank you! thank you so much!" he says with a smile on his face. i grip my knife harder walking up to him slowly.
"don't thank me yet." i mummble before quickly pointing the knife to his stomach. he laughs to himself for a second. before i know it the knife is outo of my hand and on the ground while im being pushed against his chest and restrained.
"you obviously have never done this before, and if you have you are really bad at it" he says luaghing as he picks up and throws me over he shoulder.
thats new...
i laugh finding humor in the situation i put myself in.
"what gave it away." i ask still laughing. he chuckles along before answering. "maybe the fact the you are clearly not sober and aimed the knife at my leg rather then my stomach." if that was his leg then this guy is taller then i thought.
"what's your name?" i ask as we walk aroud with me still on her shoulder, having no idea where we are going. "harry. what's yours?"
"i'll tell you if you put me down." the blood was starting to rush to my head and if were to stay in that position for another 2 minutes i would probably throw up. before i know it i'm on the grown again, losing my balance. i almost fall but he grabs my arms and hold me up until im steady. "meg, my names meg." i say while looking up at him. he has a face i've see before but to be honest, when im thing crossed everyone looks like someone i've seen before.
"do you have a girlfriends harry?" i ask with a suggestive tone in my voice. "yes." he answers immediately, while straightening up his posture.
"good," i drop the tone looking at him seriously. "go home and tell her you love her. you could have died tonight." and with that i start to walk away. after this whole thing my mind is way more clear then when i left the party. now i just want to go to sleep.
"wait!" i hear fast foot steps approaching. i turn around to see him pulling out his wallet and phone. he takes out a couple of $100 bills and unlocks his phone. "i feel like i owe you this for saving me. and i feel like you owe me your number for trying to mug me after." i give him a pointed look feeling like this is some kind of joke and he's trying to mess with me for pulling a fast one on him. "don't you have a girlfriend you are suppose to be telling you love?" he luaghs. "i just want to keep in contact. you seem fun, even if you are a criminal." i smirk and grab his phone entering my number. as i'm doing so i pull out my vape taking a couple of hits before looking up. once i do i see a look on his face telling me he's not super into it. but he's a stranger so i dont really care what he thinks.
"what? you act like half the people in this city dont do this and you've never seen it before." i say before putting it back in my mouth and taking a few more hits. "i mean, i know and i have. its just i know really like it. you know how how bad that stuff is for you, right?"
"its called an addiction for a reason." i say. i had him back his phone. "and on that note, i bid you adieu." i say bowing and copying the accent i picked up on. i walk away and this time he doesnt follow me.
as i walk into my appartment i text pepper to let her know i make it home. i check the clocked to the that its now 3:30am. i didn't realize that much time had gone by. she response asking what took so long and if i was ok. i answer back telling her i'll tell her in the morning when we go on our daily walk-and-talk. something we've been doing since freshman year of highschool.
my head hits my pillow and i knock out almost intantly. deciding that what ever choices i make tonight will be a problem for future meg to deal with.
ynstyles: Sitting in the OBGYN I'm so bored lol. Ask me questions!! #askboredyn
harryfan1: What is the worst thing you've experienced so far? - I'm scared of pregnancy 🙈 #askboredyn
↳ ynstyles: @harryfan1 Morning sickness sucks!! I hate feeling sick 😭 (Anyone got remedies? #help)
harryfan2: Will you be public with your pregnancy / baby? #askboredyn
↳ ynstyles: @harryfan2 Atm somewhat public? I don't want to hide it, but pregnancy is a scary thing and being too public is nerve racking atm
harryfan3: Is Harry with you? #askboredyn
↳ ynstyles: Always 💞
harryfan4: Do you and Harry want a boy or girl? #askboredyn
↳ ynstyles: @harryfan4 As cliché as it sounds, we just want a healthy baby!
↳ynstyles @harryfan4 (I want a boy, Harry wants a girl shh) You guys hear something?? 🤷🏽♀️
harryfan5: @harryfan4 YOU GOT TWO REPLIES NO FAIR
harryfan6: Who did you tell first besides Harry? #askboredyn
↳ ynstyles: @harryfan6 @annetwist ❤️
harrystyles: #askboredyn Do you need to pee?
↳ harryfan7: @harrystyles omg haha #preggoprobs
↳ ynstyles: @harrystyles Are you tweeting from the restroom? And no Xx
↳ harryfan8: @/ynstyles girlie it's barely a nude! lol @/harrystyles
harryfan9: Weirdest thing @/harrystyles does? #askboredyn
↳ ynstyles: @harryfan9 Picks his nose and he eats it
↳ harrystyles: @/ynstyles I DO NOT
↳ ynstyles: @/harrystyles Lies
↳ harrystyles: @/ynstyles Can we both get off our phones so those ladies quit looking at us?
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"Are you excited to see our babies?" Harry asked, a giddy feeling in my stomach.
"Look how big my tummy is" I grinned, pushing my shirt up to rest under my boobs, shifting a little. "I thought I was quite big for the first trimester"
"You're housing our beautiful babies in that perfect round tummy"
"I can't wait to feel them kick or move" I sighed, Harry's hand resting towards the lower side of my stomach.
"You say that now, just wait till they're kicking your bladder babe" He teased, leaning down to peck my lips.
With the absurdly cold gel on my stomach, Harry and I focused back on the black and white static screen, our male tech flipping the switch to hear their heartbeats.
"Here is baby A's heartbeat............................. baby B's........................... and baby C's"
Harry and I coo'd over them each when a familiar look appeared on the tech's face.
"Baby A" he hummed, flicking to the next one "Baby B" to the next, "Baby C" and... the next? "Mothers?" his tone was wavered. "Baby A... Baby B... Baby C.." he did it again before excusing himself from the room to grab the doctor and now I was royally freaking out.
One of the on call doctors came in, Harry's hand squeezing mine as tears threatened to fall, the screen turned away from us.
Was something wrong?
With quiet hums and the click of a mouse, the screen was turned back to us, the ultrasound technician standing to the side; "Alright, everything is looking good" She eased, my tightened chest slowly letting air back in. A grin started to appear on the doctors face, Harry's fingers intertwining with my own, his rings rubbing against the insides of my fingers. "Here is beautiful baby one's heartbeat" She smiled, showing the little flutter before showing us the baby. "Here is baby two" she repeated, "baby three" her smile got bigger as she flipped to the next screen, "And baby four"
Excuse me?
Harry's hand stilled in mine as my lips parted, my throat clearing as my head shook, "What?"
"Here is baby one-" she started to repeat, my head continuing to shake.
"No, no, I heard you.. four? Four?!" I begin to panic again, this time Harry not attempting to stop me as he leaned back in the chair.
"Yes, four" She confirmed, my shocked gaze staring at the new babies placenta sack, the tiny fetus shocking me to my core.
"How? It was.. it was three, last time! How is there four? Just four?" I rushed, moving to lean up on my elbows to view the screen better.
"Just four"
"You sure?" I snapped, the doctor nodding.
"How? How is there four?!"
"Mrs. Styles, sometimes with so many multiples, it's hard to see them all. They get overshadowed, or hidden-"
"There's just four, right?" I asked again, the doctor nodding. "How are you sure? We thought there was just three last time!"
"Like I said, sometimes-"
"No, I heard you! I'm just... four?! There's four?"
"Yes, you're having quadruplets"
"Oh my god" I exhaled, my body falling back as my eyes closed.
How in the hell am I supposed to carry FOUR babies?! F O U R ?!
"Your due date will be moved closer-"
"Oh my god! My due date!" I gasped, turning to look at Harry whom seemed to be caught in a state of disbelief as his body went catatonic.
"You'll be induced, pardon-" her throat cleared, "scheduled for a cesarean surgical procedure around 30 weeks"
My eyes widened.
"30 weeks?! THAT'S 10 WEEKS EARLY!" I yelled, Harry seeming to be snapped out of whatever state he was caught in, "They'll be too small!" I worried, the doctor moving to step closer to me, reaching for my hand only for my instinctive reaction being to yank it away. "I can't have four babies at 30 weeks! They'll be too small! They're.. they're supposed to be inside of me till 40 weeks!"
"With twins we try to induce you around 35 weeks. With more, we move it up, so triplets like you know would've been 33 weeks, and quads, 30" She explained, my racing heartrate causing my breathing to become a pant.
Frantically looking over at Harry who was staring at the ultrasound screen with a bewildered look on his face, I looked back over at the ultrasound technician, then the doctor, "I can't carry four babies" I stated, the doctors face becoming unreadable.
"You can. You're healthy enough-"
"No. You don't understand. I can't carry four babies"
"Why do you believe you cannot?" She asked, the room starting to move and blur as my waterline was ready to overflow.
"I.. I knew the risk... the risk of carrying.. carrying.. one baby!" I whimpered, "And then and then I was told.. told.. told I had three! Three babies! When I wasn't even supposed to have one!" I cried, "And now.. now... now I have four! Four babies inside of me?! Do I look.. look like someone who can carry FOUR babies?!" I shrieked, rubbing at my eyes so I could see clearly.
"Mrs. Styles, if we, medical professionals, didn't think you could safely carry multiples, we'd be having a different discussion" She tried to explain, the faint sound of one of my babies heartbeats ringing in my ears.
"Y/N? What are you saying?" Harry asked softly, finally zoning back into the conversation. "You can't have an abortion- they already have heartbeats" He said softly, the nerves he was feeling made his voice wavier slightly.
"I don't want an abortion" I cried, "I just... I can't carry four babies!"
The room was quiet other than my whimpers and whines; the faint sound of the heartbeat and Harry's chair scooting back against the linoleum floor.
He grabbed my hand, carefully moving me to sit upright before pulling me into his chest, "Harry, the gel" I worried, Harry ignoring me as my front pressed against one of his shirts.
"Inhale" he breathed in, "Exhale" he breathed out, having me copy him before he crouched in front of me, his hands resting on top of my thighs, eye level with my - bigger than normal for first trimester - belly. "There are four beautiful, loved, and wanted babies in here. I know you're scared, Y'N. I'm scared shitless too, but we can do this. We'll work with the doctors, make sure everything goes smoothly, and if it doesn't, they have everything they need to do their best job at helping us. We can't play god, Y/N. We can't change the world, or alter fate... but you found out at 23 years old that you'd have a hard time conceiving and I know how hard that was to find out, and live with. To get in a relationship where both of us wanted kids, to get married, and not follow through with that next step broke your heart, baby. It broke you into pieces. Your darkest days- You're getting what you wanted, babe. You have four beautiful babies right here" his hands moved to cradle the sides of my stomach, "Quadruple the amount you were told you'd have, and if you couldn't do it, if it wasn't meant to be, then we would've been looking at different painted colors, baby. We're lucky enough to be okay. To know we can support them, to know we have the means, the house, the yard, the family... we can do this. You are single handily carrying our family, and I know how terrifying that is" I wiped at my tears, Harry moving to stand on his feet, bringing me back into his chest, "But you're not alone. You've never been alone, Y/N." He kissed my lips, moving to cradle my face in his hands, "One step at a time, baby, remember?"
He wiped my tears as I nodded, leaning my head on his chest, "One step at a time" I repeated, my chin resting against his chest as I looked up at him, "I can't believe we have four babies...."
I heard a chuckle in front of me, reminding me that we weren't alone.
I pushed away from Harry, embarrassingly wiping at my face, apologizing to the professionals in front of me.
I could feel the heat radiating off of my cheeks when I was asked to lay back again as more gel got applied and moved around with the wand.
She mouthed something to Harry, to which he nodded at, before telling me, "I just want to check each one a little closer, get some photos and then we'll talk about our next steps, okay?" She asked calmly and I nodded.
I left the office hand in hand with Harry; Harry holding even more medical paraphernalia as I held onto the ultra sound photos and my bag.
"I knew IVF was known for being one of the main causes of multiples but... I never expected it to go this far. I mean, I guess we're lucky it stopped at four, right?" I joked, Harry opening the passenger side door for me, letting me hop in before closing it, muttering "Hopefully" and entering the car himself.
a/n: (another part for painter!harry) this took me waayyyyy much longer than it should have, but finaallllyyyyyyyyy here it is... many many many thank you’s to my literal queen @lollypopsx for always reading over my work and giving me great ideas. ILOVEYOU.
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Harry has a special fascination for sunflowers. He loves to paint them, draw them, sketch them on the corners of papers if he’s too distracted to focus on what he had to be writing. He doesn’t remember the specific reason or day he grew this captivation for them, but it has yet to falter.
The blinds of his hotel room were wide open, as well as the balcony door. Harry sat outside in the fresh air, an 11x16 canvas sitting on the round table, scattered with acrylic paint. Tubes of yellows, blacks, white, and browns, a couple of brushes and a plastic cup of water. He started at the bottom left with a wilted sunflower; petals dark and droopy, some nearly falling off the disk florets. The middle of the canvas was perceived with a little more life. Some sunflowers missing petals, but more yellow than brown. The stems a darker green, roots still attached as if they’d been pulled out from the soil. And the top of the canvas, adorned in sunflowers filled with life, beautiful and bright as if their purpose were to bring smiles to faces and happiness to hearts – Harry’s mind instantly drew him to (Y/N), brush in hand, stroking white paint over the last few petals of the sunflower at the top right of the canvas.
His heart was racing at the thought of (Y/N). Harry was a bit sad that she hadn’t texted him since last week, but at the same time, he was somewhat glad because he had no idea how the hell he’d gather enough courage to text back. Harry couldn’t explain why (Y/N) made him so nervous. Her beauty was breathtaking, and though he had yet to see her art, he knew she had to be amazing at that too. Her confidence stuck out to him even if in contrast, he lacks it. He could sit down and write twenty-thousand reasons why she makes his heart race, even if they hadn’t known each other for so long.
Once Harry finished his painting, he sat and admired his creation with a small smile on his face, then carefully lifting it up to set it inside for it to dry. Harry’s phone let out a *ding* as he placed the canvas on the table by the front door, his eyes widening a bit at the thought that it could be (Y/N).
And of course, it was.
From (Y/N): ‘Hi, H! Hope you’ve had a good week so far. How are you? What have you been up to?’
Harry’s heart was racing. Her message requested a simple response. Harry had a fine week, he is good. But of course, Harry being Harry, things are never that simple. He grew nervous, rereading the message about a hundred times as if the wording were to change if he looked away for a couple of seconds. He huffed, throwing his phone onto his bed as he paced around the room, racking his brain for an answer.
“C’mon, you idiot. S’just a message.” Harry told himself, shaking his head as he reached for his phone, finally replying to her.
To (Y/N): ‘Hey, (Y/N)… My week was good, hope yours was too.’
To (Y/N): ‘I’ve been good, just working on a painting right now.. You?’
Harry immediately widened his eyes, cursing at himself for double texting. Does that make him seem too desperate? Will she know he had been waiting for her to text him so eagerly even if he was too nervous to even reply?
His mind was going a thousand miles a minute, picking at his cuticles while he thought of ways to apologize if she said something about his way of replying but no… she couldn’t even give him more time to think before she was replying less than a minute after his reply and of course, she mentioned nothing about him double texting her. What a relief.
From (Y/N): ‘Mm, I had a good week too. Thanks. (:’
From (Y/N): ‘Ooooh, mind showing me what you’re painting?’
Harry smiled at his phone like an idiot. She double texted back. Anyone else would find that so insignificant but to someone like Harry who stresses every minute detail of every little thing he does, it made him feel so much better. But regardless, her message got him all anxious again. He never really showed his sunflower pieces to anyone. They were for his eyes only, to safeguard and keep as his little fascination and hobby, away from the rest of the world.
To (Y/N): ‘Well, it’s nothing special. Just some sunflowers, y’know…’
And again, almost instantly, Harry sees those three bubbles show up in the chat and he rushed out of the app, letting out a small huff.
From (Y/N): ‘OMG! I love sunflowers, H… they hold a very special meaning to me. If you ever want to show someone, I’m always here, yeah? Besides, never really seen your art, ha. We never sit near enough to admire each other’s work.’
Somehow, someway, Harry kept on texting (Y/N) for a few more hours. He felt a little more relaxed given that they were only speaking through a screen, and he wouldn’t be stumbling over his words like an idiot in front of her.
The evening was approaching, and Harry realized it was nearly 6 PM meaning it’s been a few hours since the results of a painting contest had been released.
Back when he first arrived in Italy, Harry noticed a poster on a bulletin board near his art class displaying a painting contest with a reward that called out to Harry’s attention: a voucher for another summer abroad for an art program, only it would be in France, and it could be taken any summer within the next three years. A couple more rewards were listed, but really, all Harry wanted was that damn voucher. He remembers making a reminder on his phone for today’s date, but texting (Y/N) had his mind completely revoked from anything else.
Harry rushed to the website, putting in his credentials to log in, pressing buttons that lead him to the status of his entry. His eyes widened, a small gasp emitting from the back of his throat.
He won.
Harry won the voucher and whatever else they were giving.
“No way!!” Harry laughed excitedly to himself, his shaky hands trying to take a screenshot to send to his mum and sister, typing in a messy but excited message that made no sense but got the point across.
Once the excitement died down a little (which wasn’t really possible, but he tried his best to stay calm), Harry went back into the website to accept his rewards, this time thoroughly reading them to find out what else he had won. Harry won the voucher of course, a brand-new set of high-end brushes, and two tickets to the sunflower field museum here in Italy. Harry was surprised. That museum was always sold out, tickets never being able to be held if not bought at least two months in advance.
Harry felt like a little kid opening Christmas presents, nonetheless. The rest of the evening consisted of Harry feeling like he was bouncing on clouds with every step he took around his hotel room. He showered with music blasting, took thousands of pictures of his new canvas that was now dry, there wasn’t a thing that could ruin his bubble of happiness.
The following day started perfect for Harry. He woke up a few hours before his noon class, took himself on a stroll through the city to find himself a cute little café for breakfast (maybe to find some inspiration for his next piece too). After finding the perfect place, Harry pulled out his phone from his pocket – still chewing on a piece from his half-bitten muffin – somehow using both hands to take pictures of the beautiful scenery before him. Busy people roaming the sidewalks of Italy: some puffing on a cigarette, others busy looking down on their phones, a couple walking in pairs and small groups talking about God knows what with huge smiles on their faces.
Who wouldn’t be happy while in Italy? Harry surely was. He’s in an amazing art program that allowed him to travel on a scholarship, he has the most supportive mother that pushed and pushed for him to pursue his artistic abilities despite his fear of rejection and neglection, and well, a pretty girl that makes his heart race with just a look. Harry would never forget Italy.
Noon started to approach, and Harry knew he had to get up and go. He gathered his trash and dumped it, making sure he’d leave the small table he sat at as tidy as possible so the person who would come clean wouldn’t have much to do. That’s just how Harry is and even though someone got paid to come and clean after people, he couldn’t bare leaving a trashy mess behind.
Thankfully, Harry made sure to bring his book-bag with him to avoid having to go back to the hotel before class which gave him more time to spend outside in fresh air. Maybe the fact that he had a great night made him see everything in a brighter light - the sky more blue than usual, the leaves on the trees bright and lively, the wind hitting his skin so nice and chilly in the most perfect way.
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“Good afternoon, studenti. Today, I will be giving you all back your still life canvas’ with your marks before you leave. So please, remind me if I forget.”
Harry did his best to listen attentively to Professor Vitale despite her monotone and low baritone voice, only paying attention when it came to the work he was to do for the class. Especially when he had a little bit of trouble concentrating when his mind was elsewhere, focused on (Y/N) and how pretty she looked that particular day.
Picking apart words and orders, Harry knew today’s focus was on shadows and depth. Thankfully, the professor allowed them all to choose what they could draw as long as they could perceive the features she asked for. And that was fine, Harry could do that.
Given that the room was now adorned with stools and easels in a different placement, they were in two rows, four columns, but facing each other.
Harry could see (Y/N) from where he was sat at the corner of the first row, and perfectly to his advantage, she was at the other opposite corner of the other row. (Y/N) looked up from her easel as if to find inspiration in the room, right until her eyes landed on Harry. She smiled and gave him a little wave in which he returned the smile but awkwardly waved a dry brush at her, furrowing his eyebrows quickly and looking down at his lap as his cheeks flushed red. The epitome of awkward. Harry swore anyone could find his name on the dictionary right by the word.
Nothing came to him. Harry looked around the room, even thought about the beautiful things he’d seen earlier in the morning, but nothing would help him perceive depth and shadows. That was until he looked over at (Y/N) again, the sun creeping in through the window lighting up only one side of her face and - right then and there - Harry knew exactly what he was going to paint.
For a second, he froze. What if she finds out he painted her, and she doesn’t like that? What if that’s inappropriate? How would she even find out? Professor Vitale only gave the canvas’ back to whoever painted them and never displayed them. Really, (Y/N) would only find out through him.
On the other side of the room, (Y/N) just so happened to painting Harry for her own grade. She was just as stuck as he was. She didn’t want to be basic and a paint a flower in a field with the sun shining on it to portray its shadow on the ground right behind it. So, Harry seemed like the best bet. He was at a perfect view from her stool, sitting on the darker side of the room. What could be better?
Both painting each other without a clue, stealing long glances from each other though trying to avoid looking straight into each other’s eyes like the bubonic plague. Anyone looking at them from an outside perspective would laugh at them, would poke fun for two grown individuals crushing on each other like grade school kids.
The length of the class always varied. It all depended on the benchmark that day, whatever Professor Vitale had in mind. After all, they were all there for that specific class so if the professor warranted for an eight-hour class, then that’s how long they all had to be there. It had been about four hours, Harry finishing up his last touches on the shadows he’s created on (Y/N)’s face, content with the masterpiece created before him, all at the wake of his hands dripping every bit of his talent. Has he ever created such a breathtaking piece? He doesn’t think so.
Harry cleared his throat, a little nervous to speak up while the room was dead silent. “Professoressa Vitale… mi scusi signora. I’m done.” Harry doesn’t know why speaking up in class always works him up, feeling embarrassed to interrupt people’s peace and serenity just to speak up and say he was done. Nonetheless, he let out a deep breath as the professor walked over. She stood behind Harry, admiring his work with a stern nod and that same stoic look on her face, always seeming unimpressed. Harry looked up at her from his seating position on the stool, noticing how the professor looked towards (Y/N) for a second before looking back at his canvas.
“Hm, you’ve done very well, Harry. Assolutamente fantastico. Puoi andare.” Harry let out a breath in relief, nodding with a shy smile as his eyes trained over his perfect canvas. With a quick grab of his bag, Harry rushed out of the class. He looked at the time on his phone, eyeing inside of the room through the small window the door offered, eyes focusing on (Y/N) as he decided he’d wait for her until she was done – no matter how’d long she’d take.
It didn’t take more than 30 minutes of Harry waiting outside sat by the door before (Y/N) was walking out with that killer smile on her face. Always so happy and it warmed Harry’s heart. “Harry? You waited for me?”
Harry got up with a sheepish chuckle, wiping his sweaty hands on his black jeans. He shrugged and took in a deep breath. “Uh, yeah. Hope that was okay…” (Y/N) giggled and nodded, her hands shoved in her back pocket as they both slowly walked to the parking lot. “Of course, H. Don’t mind at all. Did you find today’s benchmark hard? Took me a bit to finally find what I wanted to paint.” Harry was grateful she didn’t ask what he had painted, he’d properly pass out trying to lie.
“Mm, I like shadowing. Wasn’t awfully hard. But yeah, struggled too finding my inspiration, ‘till it jus’ came to me.” A comfortable silence fell over the two, but of course, Harry didn’t do well with that. In his mind, it felt like it just gave (Y/N) time to find things wrong in Harry and never talk to him again. She was far too good for him, or so he thought.
Harry scratched the back of his head nervously, finally feeling a little braver to speak up again. “So, um, y’know that sunflower museum they’ve got here? The one near that pretty tower in Tuscany?” Immediately, her face lit up with a small gasp. “Oh, yes! I’ve been dying to go there but they’re always sold out! The next dates available are for when the program is over, so I won’t be here.” Harry felt his heart pick up in pace, his hands even sweatier than usual as he chuckled at her little bout of excitement.
“Hm, well… I have two tickets. I was wondering if maybe you’d… y’know, maybe want t’come with me? You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Jus’ have a spare ticket and I’ve no one else to go with so- “
(Y/N) stopped Harry’s rambling with her hands now on his shoulders, halting their steps as Harry’s eyes widened nervously. Did he talk too much? Is she annoyed by his nervous rambling? He was not ready for her rejection. Can the world just crack open and swallow him?
“Of course. I’d love to come with you, Harry. I’d go anywhere with you.” Harry felt his heart now stop in comparison to its usual fast pace around (Y/N), a shy smile finding residence on his pink lips in something close to relief. “Really?” He asked above a whisper, eyes hopeful and soft. “Yeah. Anywhere. I like being around you.” Harry felt his heart rush again, pumping blood throughout his body once more to bring back the color to his cheeks. (Y/N)’s hands dropped from his shoulders, down his arms and he felt her warm fingers wrap around his wrists for a few seconds before she completely dropped her hands back to her sides. His skin felt cold again and he’d do anything to feel her touch once more.
“Um, I’ll text you then… I’ll pick you up on Saturday if that’s okay.” (Y/N) smiled at his nervousness, giggling softly with a nod. “Perfectly fine by me. Can’t wait for our date, Harry. See you soon.” Just at that, she left Harry standing in the middle of the parking lot with his eyes wide and throat dry. A date… Harry sighed as his mind went miles a minute. He started thinking about what he’d wear, what time he’d pick her up, what cologne he’d have on that hopefully (Y/N) would like.
Harry didn’t want to go straight to the hotel. He still had curiosity in his bones to explore more of Italy. Without another plan in mind, he got on his Vespa and drove off to the opposite side of the hotel.
He ended up in a street decorated with a bunch of small shops, parking nearby to walk into every shop one-by-one. He was fascinated and directly drawn to the art store hugged by a jewelry store and a gelato parlor. The lights were only dimmed with bulbs accentuating what’s being sold, an older gentleman behind the counter with a newspaper in his hands, and soft piano music filling the store. Harry felt happy. He was like a kid in a candy shop, his eyes looking at everything, and if he really could he’d buy the whole damn store. He nearly did, leaving with a bag filled with new tubes of paint and a couple new brushes which he stuffed into his book-bag as he headed out. The night was getting closer and closer, but Harry didn’t want his little excursion to end just yet.
Looking into the jewelry shop, Harry thought about possibly getting his mum a little appreciation gift for being so supportive of all his choices. He went inside and after roaming the clear countertops encasing the most beautiful jewelry he’d ever seen, Harry decided on a simple silver bracelet. As he reached for his wallet in his back pocket, Harry’s eyes landed on a gorgeous silver necklace with a palette pendant that held the primary colors on a tiny little brush. His thoughts ran straight to (Y/N). How weird would it be if he got her that? Maybe she’d like it. But what if she finds the gesture sweet and thoughtful?
After a long internal debate, Harry decided to hell with it and bought it too. He decided he was tired of being too afraid to make the wrong choices and learn to live a little on the edge – but just a little.
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Saturday couldn’t come any slower. Anyone would think Harry would want the days to fly by. But the closer Saturday got, the more nervous Harry grew. Knowing it was going to be a date made him feel pressure. Harry’s a detailed person. He remembers everything. He’s all about the small things that people appreciate, even if it’s just the thought that someone was thinking of you, so they bought that silly pen with a panda at the end of it because you like it. But God, he felt like he had to impress her, as if being himself wasn’t enough.
After (Y/N) had texted Harry her current location, Harry gave himself a quick pep talk in the mirror as he fixed his hair and spritzed on his favorite cologne.
“Y’got this. You look just fine.”
Harry huffed, shaking his head at the fact that he really just spoke to himself in order to soothe his nerves. Before heading out, he made sure he grabbed the navy-blue velvet box despite his shaky hands and messy thoughts.
The drive to (Y/N)’s location wasn’t long. It was near to their class and after realizing she was staying in a house, he wondered if she knew someone here in Italy or was staying with a host family. His thoughts were then interrupted once (Y/N) came out of the door. She was wearing a beautiful sundress which funny enough was covered in sunflowers. That signature smile on her face that Harry tells himself she pulls out only for him to make himself feel better.
“You look beautiful, (Y/N).” Harry parked the Vespa and used his foot to keep balance on the ground though that didn’t do too much because his nerves nearly threw him to the ground. (Y/N) murmured a soft thank you as she hiked her leg around from behind Harry and sat comfortably, her arms hugging at his waist and there it was. Harry felt all his nerves wash away and his heart steady in pace. Her presence and touch brought him comfort and though he was only slightly nervous, this was okay. This was good.
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“Look, H! They fixed the bushes to look like an archway to the sunflowers!”
Harry was so happy to see how excited (Y/N) was to be there. She was holding Harry’s wrist and guiding him to everything she wanted to see, and Harry couldn’t help but follow behind her like a lost puppy. He was almost overwhelmed by all the beauty. In between his favorite flower and (Y/N), he could drown and perish happily.
Standing in the middle of the sunflower field was exhilarating. This was all Harry every painted so perfectly and in every way. He took so many pictures (even sneaking some of (Y/N) walking through the field), finding inspiration for his next canvas.
Harry looked around and was pleased to find that they were in a spot that wasn’t heavily filled with people that could overhear their conversation or peek at what they were doing. “Hey, I’m going to get something from my scooter really quick. Wait for me here, please?” (Y/N) looked up from where she was kneeling at the flowers, furrowing her eyebrows a bit to Harry. “Are you sure? I can come with.” Harry felt his nerves kick in again and quickly shook his head before he rethought all of it over and decided on not giving her the necklace. “Yeah, it’s okay. Uh… just wait here.”
Before she could say another word, Harry scurried off to his scooter. His mind ran different scenarios of how things could go wrong before thinking of the first one where this was all a good idea. Harry finally reached the scooter, opening the seat where things could be stored and grabbed the velvet box. Harry let out a deep breath as he walked back towards the field, promising to himself that even if she wasn’t happy with the necklace, she was happy to come to the sunflower field and that was enough for Harry.
He wasn’t surprised to find that she was in the exact spot where she was once he left, only now she was sitting on her legs and holding a sunflower in one hand with her phone in the other. Harry mirrored her position by sitting on the ground beside her, holding the box in both hands. “So… the other day I was at this store getting my mum a gift and I saw something y’might like… Couldn’t help myself to get it for you. I’m sorry if it’s not something you like but it’s just that it made me think of you and-“
It seemed like it was redundant at this point. Every time Harry went on rambling, (Y/N) would do something to stop him and assure everything was okay. She dropped her phone onto her lap and wrapped her fingers around his forearm, her thumb rubbing his skin in soft movements. “Harry, listen to me. You don’t ever have to be nervous around me, okay? You could never say anything wrong. You’re so sweet, you know that? And more importantly, you could’ve gotten me a napkin and the thought alone is more than enough for me to like it. I’d be so happy no matter what.”
Harry let out a nervous chuckle and nodded at her words, rolling his lips into his mouth as he built up the courage to show her the necklace. “Means a lot to me…” He looked down to his hands then back at (Y/N), handing her the velvet box as his eyes attentively watched her despite her affirmation that she’d be happy no matter what.
(Y/N) opened the box, instantly being greeted by the prettiest necklace she’d ever seen, a huge smile on her lips as her arms wrapped around Harry. “Harry, this is beautiful! How- I just. Wow, I don’t even know what to say. Thank you for being so thoughtful.” Harry was so glad she liked it. Nothing could’ve prepared him if this were a different case. He wanted everything to be just as beautiful as (Y/N) but that was impossible. Nothing could beat her beauty. “Would you put it on me?” Harry smiled and nodded, reaching to grab the necklace from the box and getting on his knees to be a little above her level and clasping the necklace around her neck.
For a second, Harry felt all the air sucked out him as soon as he sat back down, and his eyes landed right on (Y/N)’s. Her face was soft in expressions but seeming as if her mind was stuck on something and Harry was afraid of what it could mean. He swallowed hard as his eyes widened just a bit and his suspicions seemed to be true when (Y/N) leaned in. Harry stupidly yanked a sunflower from the ground and put it in between them, grabbing her hand and handing her the flower. “God, I’m so sorry.. I- I just don’t want to mess this up and now I’ve done something I’m sure isn’t allowed and I look like a fool.”
Harry was sure (Y/N) would be upset, maybe a bit embarrassed but instead, she broke into a fit of laughter as Harry stood up nervously shifting from one foot to another. She held onto her stomach as she tried to get up, holding onto Harry’s arm before she started to run. Harry was confused but he followed behind her until they stopped at his scooter, and both fought as their lungs did everything possible to suck in fresh air and settle down. “What? Why- why did we run? Are you upset?” (Y/N) shook her head as she giggled, holding a finger up as she tried to compose herself, softly huffing when she finally gathered that she was okay and could speak.
“Harry, I could never be upset. I understand how you feel, and I should’ve asked first. I ran because you yanked a sunflower from the ground and that can get you banned from coming ever again.” He smiled at her and looked down at her hand holding the sunflower as he chuckled, “Um… guess you’ve got souvenir then?” (Y/N) nodded and hummed happily, standing on her tippy toes to plant a sweet and chaste kiss onto Harry’s red cheek. “Take me home, sunflower.”
a/n: another part of painter harry <33333 writing this warmed my heart and i hope it does the same for you guys!
please reblog if you enjoy this! it means A TON to us writers <333 muah, love you all!
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“And here. Here we are. Il museo di Vincent Van Gogh.” Professor Vitale sports a wide smile on her face. Harry couldn’t recall ever seeing her so happy. She was probably one of those professors you believe is grumpy and alone, living with animals because they couldn’t care less to give a person a chance.
Harry looked around, his hands shoved in his pockets as his eyes wander the beautiful scenery before him – and no, not the museum.
Since they arrived at the parking lot of the school, Harry couldn’t keep his eyes off (Y/N). She looked stunning, wearing a beautiful mini floral baby doll dress and her hair falling down her shoulders in waves. Harry was intoxicated by her beauty. Worst of all, she would give him a small smile if she caught him looking. All it did was make Harry’s heart race and his cheeks heat up as he looked away.
Harry avoided her on the bus. He sat somewhere in the middle rows, alone and finding importance on a loose thread of his jeans so no one would talk to him.
Soon they arrived at the museum, and they kept walking in a tight group until they reached the inside and God, it was a relief. Harry could finally breathe. Being so close to her made him incredibly nervous, even if (Y/N) wasn’t looking his way or paying him any mind.
Nonetheless, Harry’s eyes were magnets to the radiating wavelengths of beauty that the woman had no idea could make anyone falter, enamor, and absolutely melt. So, he kept his distance, walking around the huge multisensory room that had its light’s out except the illuminating walls and ceiling show casing Van Gogh’s masterpiece, The Starry Night.
For a moment, Harry was distracted from (Y/N) consuming his thoughts. The room was beautiful. Seeing The Starry Night so up close and personal made Harry feel like he was in the painting. Like he could touch the stars, reach for that moon that stared at him with suggestive eyes to lay down and enjoy the view.
“Very beautiful, huh? Feels like I’m really in there.”
Harry gasped softly, looking to the side to see none other than (Y/N) standing beside him with a small smile on her face, head titled up as she looked at the stars.
“I’m.. uh… sorry, you startled me.” But that was exactly what I thought…
(Y/N) giggled and Harry felt his heart melt down to his toes just like when she heard her say his name and all he wanted was to hear it another thousand times in her melodical voice.
“I’m sorry to have scared you. Should’ve made my presence known…”
Harry took in a deep breath, praying and hoping she wouldn’t hear the loud and fast thumping of his heart. God, he felt stupid. Like a little boy back in grade school crushing for the pretty girl of the class. Is this how crushes are supposed to feel?
“It’s okay… Was just lost in my thoughts looking at this beauty. Those stars… they just look amazing. Don’t know why they call out to me the most from everything in the painting.” It’s easy for Harry to talk about art without letting his nerves get in the way. It’s his passion and nothing ever made that falter from its importance in Harry’s life. Though (Y/N) right next to him and talking to him nonetheless certainly made him feel his spine tingle and his cheeks burn.
(Y/N) stepped forward, the projection of the painting illuminating her some. The stars and part of the moon were reflected on her hair, part of her back and Harry smiled. (Y/N) blended into the painting – in Harry’s eyes. Like if she was the star Van Gogh knew could not miss in his work of art, being important factor that lights a night as if its purpose is to bring warmth and assurance that peace and tranquility is coming, that you can rest without a worry because this is the time for that when the starry night arrives and makes its promise.
Harry couldn’t bring himself to avert his gaze from (Y/N) when she turned around and looked at Harry this time, the smile on her face still prominent and sweet. “So smiley, aren’t you?” Harry chuckled nervously at her words, shrugging, and shifting his weight to his other foot with his hands once again in his pockets.
“Mm… La luna e le stelle invidiano la tua belleza. Verrebbero poter brillare la metà de ti, mia stella.” *The moon and the stars envy your beauty. For they wish they could shine half as bright as you do, my star.*
It was now (Y/N)’s turn to feel like she was in a trance of honey gold dipped words and something that felt like warm promises. She had no idea what Harry said but it made her knees weak and her stomach flip.
She laughed softly, biting her lip with a soft shake of her head. “Maybe last week mislead you but, uh, my Italian is very limited and while I’m sure you’ve said nothing bad – I hope – I’ve got no clue of what you just said.”
Harry chewed the inside of his cheek timidly, trying to find something else to look at but who was he kidding? She deserved all of his undivided attention. “Oh, it was nothing. Just, making a comment about the stars and their beauty.”
“I’ll trust your words, Harry.” (Y/N) giggled again, softly bumping her shoulder into Harry’s, earning herself a chuckle from him.
(Y/N) thought his nervousness was so cute. It made her heart skip a beat to think that she was a possibility to this feeling, though maybe he could be a nervous person in general, but the former argument was the idea she was going to stick with.
Harry finally brought his hand out of his pocket, though it was only to look at the time from the watch on his wrist. They still had about ten minutes in the multisensory room. Harry was racking his brain, trying to find something to say to fill the silence between them because it was choking him. (Y/N) beat him to it.
“Do you think that, maybe I could have your number? Y’know, in case we ever do partnered work or you just, need someone to talk to. Whatever is it.” (Y/N) bit her bottom lip nervously, quickly digging into her purse to find a pen and a small piece of paper to write on. She would have given him her phone as that would be ten times easier, but her forgetfulness last night took the better of her brain function and she forgot to charge her phone. She couldn’t find any useless paper, so she grabbed the museum ticket and sighed softly, looking back at Harry as she put her hand out with the ticket and a pen.
Harry looked at her dumbfounded. How could she want his number? He’s terrible nervous, barely speaks and man, if only he would’ve had the courage to ask her first. “Uh, yeah. Well – I don’t see why not. Here…” Harry reached out for the ticket using his left palm for a surface and right pen in hand.
(Y/N) grinned, taking the ticket back and quickly looking over it. He had slightly messy handwriting, a small ‘H’ right beside the digits. “See you next week… H.”
a/n: grab some tissues, here we go. i am not a paramedic, things might be wrong but lets remember this is fiction. we still have one or two more parts to go. <3
here is part one
word count: 1.6k
warnings: death (not of main characters), angst
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Just like always, Harry and (Y/N) didn’t speak after the party. They didn’t speak after the kiss. Truth be told, Harry felt a little shock go through him, the kiss lingering on his lips for a few moments right after. But Harry shrugged it off. The party went on and Harry didn’t see her anymore throughout the rest of the night.
For the first time in a while, Harry was more tired than usual and dreading to go into his 12-hour shift. He fell asleep a bit too late than he should’ve and waking up at 5 in the morning was a mission.
The first few hours we’re uneventful, thankfully. They only got a couple of calls, nothing major, things the paramedics could deal from the people’s homes.
Harry had just arrived from a ride along, heading straight to one of the beds in the little rooms they had for a quick power nap. The man slipped his boots off, throwing himself onto the small, uncomfortable mattress with a huff, quickly closing his eyes
But unfortunately, it was short lived. Harry was woken up by ring of his phone, groaning as he felt around for his phone.
“Hello?” His eyes were still half closed, voice groggy and laced with sleep, not even checking who was calling him but soon enough by the sound of the frantic voice, he knew exactly who was calling.
“Harry! I need your help, please! Mum- she’s uh, I don’t know, she started complaining of her arm, and her stomach…” A sob breaks through the phone. “Harry, she’s on the floor. She fainted; she isn’t moving. She’s – she’s not responding.”
It was certain that now Harry was wide awake. His heart was racing, and his head was pounding. Despite the fact that he has an emotional attachment to Gina, he had to maintain composure for (Y/N). She was in the worst position right now and she called Harry for help.
“Hey, (Y/N). Breathe for me, okay? Just try and breathe and I promise I’ll be there as soon as I can. Can you please try and find a pulse? Touch her neck, wrist, her chest. Let’s make sure she’s conscious.”
Harry could hear her harsh breathing and frantic sobs over the phone, they were heart breaking. He ran out of the small room, calling the attention of one of his coworkers, Jason, to haul into the ambulance and he caught on it was a personal call – they had to be quick.
“Don’t hang up please. I, I don’t know-“
“(Y/N), find a pulse. I need to know her state right now.”
(Y/N)’s breathing slowed down only a bit, hushed ‘okay’s being heard through the phone now in speaker as he drove the ambo in the direction of Gina’s home.
“I think I feel something? It’s just very slow, Harry. It-it’s slow and it soft.”
“Fuck.” Harry muttered under his breath. “Alright, listen to me carefully and follow my lead. I know you’re nervous and shaky but please, for the sake of your mum’s life, try to be calm, okay?”
“Yes, okay. I – I can do that. What do I do?”
“You’re going to do CPR. Remember how I taught you? 30 compressions, then 2 breaths. Remember the beat too, sing it if you have to.”
It was like the universe was working against Harry. Despite having the sirens on and not braking once, the roads were filled with traffic and idiots who would take forever to move out of the way. Harry was in a trance of his own, trying to keep his own composure as he drove around, almost a minute away from Gina and (Y/N).
“H? My arms hurt, please hurry. I can’t anymore.” Her voice was rushed and sounding out of breath.
“I’m almost there. Don’t stop. We’ll be there soon.”
Finally, Harry and Jason arrived, jumping quick out of the ambulance with the AED machine and rushing into the house – thankfully the door was unlocked.
Harry found them on the kitchen floor, (Y/N) tired and face puffy with tears, immediately in relief when her eyes land on Harry. “Thank god! Please help. Please. I can’t lose her, H..” Harry almost drowned out her voice, immediately moving to the ground with Jason and the AED. Jason helped him cut her top and bra off to avoid any burns from the machine, attaching the electrodes to her chest.
The moment the AED turned on, Harry kept his eyes on the screen, waiting for it to detect a beat. Nothing. Harry’s heart began to race, reaching over to click the shock button, making sure him and Jason weren’t touching Gina.
Shock.
No beat. Asystole.
“Fuckin’ hell!”
Harry huffed, placing his hands in between her breasts, starting compressions as his eyes began to water and blur his vision. This couldn’t be. She couldn’t die.
“What?! What’s going on, Harry!? Please, save her!”
Harry stopped compressions, looking at Jason suggestively, as the man reached over for the shock button once more.
Shock.
Asystole.
Harry began compressions again, huffing frustrated after each compression, stopping to look at the machine and still detected no beat. And he began once more. He could faintly hear (Y/N) crying and screaming frantically, Jason speaking something but he couldn’t make sense of it.
“Mate! Harry! Stop it. She’s gone, mate.” Jason’s hands wrapped around Harry’s wrists, stopping his movements on Gina.
“Fuck!” Harry stood up, walking out of the kitchen as he ran his hands through his hair, tears falling down his cheeks. Harry wiped the tears away, walking back to do his best to help (Y/N). He knew this wasn’t easy for her. Jason was on the phone dealing with the situation, (Y/N) on the floor beside her mother crying.
“I’m so so sorry, (Y/N). We did everything we could.” Harry’s voice cracked, kneeling down beside (Y/N) with his hand on her back. “Harry… she’s… I…” (Y/N) moved slightly, dropping on top of Harry in a fit of sobs.
“I know, love… I know…”
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Breaking the news to his mother was the most painful thing he’d ever had to endure. She screamed and cried. She held on to Harry for dear life.
Harry suggested (Y/N) stayed over with his mum for a few weeks and they both agreed. It seemed the best idea so they can both console and help each other through their grief. Harry decided he’d stay too to help them. He’d cook and clean, wash their clothes, make them go out to the garden for fresh air.
It couldn’t be put into words how Harry felt for (Y/N). He felt like he had to watch over her, take care of her, make sure she’s okay and eating enough despite going through the worst grief of her life.
Two weeks in and Harry can tell (Y/N) is in the second stage of grief: anger. Anything Harry does seems to set her off. She’s as if a bubble about to burst.
“Harry, I told you I don’t like ham on my eggs. I just. Just move, I got it.” (Y/N) bitterly complained, almost shoving Harry away from the stove.
Harry sighed, reaching for the pan and wooden utensil. “It’s okay, I’ll do them again. Don’t worry about it. I’ll do it.”
And there it was, he grabbed the needle and burst the bubble of anger.
“Stop fucking babying me! I can do my own fucking things! It’s like you’re breathing down my neck. Just leave me alone, for heaven’s sake!”
Harry stood in shock, looking at (Y/N) as a sigh left past his lips. “Alright. I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone.” Harry turned around and left the kitchen.
Maybe he was overstepping, but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t know how else to help (Y/N) when she barely spoke to anyone, let alone Harry.
Harry wanted to work, he did. But he knew his mum needed him at the moment more than anything. It was from one extreme to the other – at times he felt needed and others he felt like he was just in the way. It’s never a linear way of healing when it comes to grieving death. It’s a rollercoaster: it has ups and downs.
After (Y/N)’s fit of outrage, Harry made himself busy for hours. He did some yard work his mother couldn’t find the energy to do. He washed dishes, cleaned the living room, and cleaned his own room. He simply made sure to steer away from (Y/N)’s path.
Harry decided he’d take a shower, wash away worry and stress, try and forget the current situation which was inevitable to do anyway. He finished soon enough, throwing in briefs and sweats before throwing himself on the bed.
And he heard a knock on his door, then (Y/N)’s voice, soft and mellow unlike the past few days.
“H? Can I come in?”
“Of course.”
The door opened, (Y/N) coming in with fresh tears down her cheeks, almost shaking as she closed the door behind her and approaching Harry’s bed.
“Can I?” She points at the bed.
Harry nods and scoots over to give her space.
(Y/N) immediately crawled onto the bed, then right beside Harry, her arm draping around his waist. Her cheeks wet Harry’s bare chest, Harry mirroring her and wrapping his arms tightly around her.
“I miss her so much, H. I can’t deal with his.”
“I know you do, my love. I miss her too.” Harry kissed her forehead that was covered in a film of sweat but he couldn’t find it in him to care. All he wanted to do was comfort her and hold her as long as she needed.
a/n: i’m going to list this as a blurb even though it’ll have 2/3 parts because i don’t see it as a series... anyway.. cry with me (:
word count: 1.4k
warnings: angst (: (i leave it on a cliffhanger so bare with me hehe)
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They say falling in love is easy… and truthfully, it is. It only takes one look, one touch, one kiss… then you’re falling all in.
It also didn’t help Harry with the fact that he’s a hopeless romantic. Harry is all about the small details that can make someone smile. The sweet good morning messages, the small gifts he’d make to someone just because it’d remind him of that person, the fact that he’d remember everything he’s told in case he has to comfort them in the future.
Harry couldn’t explain why he was that way – so considerate and thoughtful even if it wasn’t reciprocated, even if it hurt him that it wasn’t appreciated.
Loving (Y/N) was one of the easiest yet hardest thing Harry could ever do. There were no words to explain how much Harry loved her since the moment they met at her father’s publishing company when he started to write his book.
Somehow someway, Harry grew the courage to go up to her, introduce himself, even ask for her number. But the moment she took her phone out of her purse, something called Harry’s attention. Something shiny and huge. An engagement ring on her ring finger.
Time went on and eventually (Y/N) was assigned as his editor and they spend nearly every day together. They’d sometimes leave together for dinner, leave for their separate ways with heavy hearts while the other had no clue.
(Y/N) loved her father. He was amazing, but the man was stubborn. When he wanted something to go a specific way, he’d do anything and everything to make sure it happened that way. It explained why (Y/N) was engaged to Matthew. He wasn’t terrible. She just wasn’t in love. (Y/N)’s father wanted a man to take over the company but given that she was an only child, it’d be whoever she married, and he wanted Matthew. He made them meet, pushed all these ideas into his daughter’s head that it will be beneficial for her in the long run.
Matthew eventually proposed and (Y/N) couldn’t find it in her to say no. She was okay with it for a while. She settled – the one thing she promised herself she’d never do. Then Harry comes along, and she’s fucked.
Harry cared: he listened, he remembered, he took notes. Every time Harry brought her a new chapter to edit, they’d end up talking for hours and hours, (Y/N) having to take work home because she was too busy with Harry instead if working.
It didn’t take long for her to realize what was happening inside of her. She actually looked forward to going to work now. Harry always showed up with her favorite muffin and a little card with a different quote.
Today was no different.
(Y/N) was always the first one to arrive, being welcomed with dark halls and cold windows. By the time Harry arrived, a few other editors were already there and of course, her father too. (Y/N) sat in her office before the door whipped open to reveal a happy Harry with filled hands and a huge smile on his face.
“I come with a new chapter and blueberry muffins. They were out of the banana ones.” Harry walked towards her desk, dropping the papers and small paper bag holding the muffins.
(Y/N) smiled and shook her head as she grabbed the papers, fixing them before adding them to her file with Harry’s name.
“That’s fine. Anything you ever bring me is perfect.” Before she could reach out for the bag of muffins, Harry was handing her the small card with a new quote.
-Sometimes following your heart means losing your mind.-
(Y/N) stared at the card for a few seconds… It felt awfully personal and Harry wouldn’t take her eyes off of her, almost scared of her reaction.
“They’re random, y’know? I bought this little box that brings 365 quotes and I randomly choose one every day to bring it to you.”
Harry’s words snapped her out of her trance, looking back up at Harry with a sigh then a small smile. “Yeah. Um, thank you. Just, got lost in my head.” (Y/N) shoved the card into her purse and reached out for the muffin bag, taking one out of her and one for Harry.
“So, about the last chapter…”
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“Honey, the wedding planner called saying she hasn’t been able to get in contact with you… Did you lose her number or something? She said we can give her an email if that’s better.” Matthew stood behind (Y/N) in the bathroom as she took off her make up.
Truth be told, she was purposely ignoring their wedding planner. The next 4 months were dreadful, and she told herself that if she ignored the wedding planner, then it’s an excuse to push back the wedding.
“I’ve been so busy. She calls me whenever I’m meeting with clients. I’ll give her a call tomorrow during my lunch.”
Matthew stepped closer to (Y/N), placing his hands on her waist with a kiss to her shoulder. “I told you I can take care of it. You have simple requests.”
No person ever has simple requests for their wedding. They always want it perfect and beautiful. (Y/N) didn’t want a big wedding like she always dreamed of… with a man she loves like she always dreamed of… So, a simple wedding was fine with her. It wasn’t like she was even looking forward to it.
“It’s fine. Leave it to me. I’ll take care of it.”
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Harry knew he was an utter idiot for loving someone he couldn’t have. Even after conversations where he’d noticed that (Y/N) wasn’t too enthusiastic about her wedding, or her fiancé. She never spoke about it unless necessary. Harry even noticed she’d show up to work more often than not without her ring on.
Part of him lived in this fantasy where (Y/N) loved him too and was ready to leave her fiancé for him. But the realistic side told him that those things only ever happen in movies.
But the curiosity was growing inside of him and he couldn’t keep quiet anymore. He had to ask. He had to know if his mind was playing tricks on him because he knew she had to be feeling something even remotely similar to his own feelings whenever they were together.
“(Y/N)? Can I ask you something personal?”
She looked up from the mock book in her hand, pushing up her glasses to the top of her head.
“’Course, you can. Think we’re more than just client and editor at this point.” She chuckled and Harry nodded, nervously picking at his cuticles.
“Why did you stop wearing your ring?”
(Y/N) wasn’t too shocked to hear Harry ask her that. There was an obvious pull between them, and she knew that at some point, Harry would have questions.
The answer was obvious. She knew she didn’t have to dwell too much on it because it was simple: she loved Harry and felt disrespectful wearing a ring from another man that didn’t make her feel an ounce close to what Harry did. But why say the truth? To have her father cut ends with her? To hurt a man that’s nice to her? To make a fool out of herself when she wasn’t entirely sure that innocent Harry felt the same way?
“I… It’s complicated, Harry. If I say it out loud then I’m officially the shittiest person to walk this earth.” A sigh left her lips, knuckling at her tired eyes and quite frankly too afraid to look into Harry’s eyes because she knows she can’t lie to him. And clearly, he does too.
Harry stood up from the chair parallel to her, both his palms flat on her desk as he levels his face to her.
“Is it because of me, (Y/N)?” Harry’s voice came out barely above a whisper almost afraid someone was listening, his eyes staring right into her own and she knew she couldn’t look away because his were begging for an answer – the answer that could ruin the settled life she had planned but could make her happy again for the first time in forever.
Harry was afraid of her answer. Even though he would want nothing more than to be selfish and have her to himself… she belonged to someone else. (Y/N) was about to start her life with someone else and Harry meant nothing, he was only in the way.
a/n: hi babes!!! new seriessssss! i have been a bit inactive due to family matters but i am back and i missed you all!!! enjoy <3 this one is a slooow burn but just wait for it. (;
word count: 1.5k
warnings: zilch
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Harry knew he wanted to be a paramedic for a major part of his academic career. Most of his drive was inspired by him helping his mother take care of his sick nan during his middle and late childhood, feeling encouraged to want to help and save people when it involved him. Soon after high school, Harry signed up for a paramedic program, graduating top of the class and soon being offered jobs left and right.
Thankfully, Harry was offered a job on the nearest fire station by his home so he could stay close to family because if there was another thing Harry loved more than anything - especially more than his job of course - it was his family.
After a long overnight shift, Harry find himself at his mum’s house, gathered at the dining table with Anne and Gemma, all enjoying breakfast over small talk and conversations revolving the holidays, which reminded Anne to tell her kids about her plans.
“So, I’m going to host New Years this year. Gem I’d appreciate your help with the decorations. Gina is going to take care of dessert.”
Gemma nodded to her mother with a smile, sipping on her juice. “Of course, mum. I’ll spend the weekend here.”
“Will you be off work this year, H?”
Harry was relieved that he was. He never minded working the holidays but after 3 years of working each and every holiday, he wanted to spend the holidays with his family this year. Thankfully, his boss compensated him by giving him the holidays off to enjoy.
“I will. Count me in. I’ll spend the weekend here too.”
Given that Anne had mentioned that Gina, her best friend, was going to take care of the desserts, it was a confirmation that she will be attending the party which meant that (Y/N) would also most likely be there too.
Despite the fact that Gina and his mum had been friend for many, many years, Harry and (Y/N) knew of each other and were friends but they never really grew awfully close. They spoke during occasions where one of the mums would host a party and all their children would attend. Harry was thankful because third wheeling Gemma wasn’t something he was looking forward to. (Y/N) is pretty cool and Harry is more than okay to catch up with her.
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“Harry, no! I didn’t give you this task so you could eat all the fucking grapes!” Gemma swatted Harry on the back of his head, ripping the bag of grapes away from his hand as he gasped, his hand coming up to rub where Gemma just smacked him.
“Hey! No need to fucking hit me like I’m whack-a mole. Rude.”
Anne rolled her eyes from her stance in the kitchen, busy with helping Gina make her special custard when she heard her grown kids going at it. “Come on, you two! Too grown to be bickering over some grapes. I’ve got more in the fridge, Harry. Don’t eat the ones for the party.”
Though Christmas was now over, Christmas songs were playing through the speakers inside Anne’s home while everyone worked on something for the party.
Harry was now occupied with filling the pool with black and gold balloons, Gemma was up on a ladder putting up decorations, and Anne was in the kitchen with Gina. They all still had a few hours before people start showing up, though thankfully they were nearly done with setting up.
Gemma was the first to finish, heading to her room to start getting ready – which Harry never understood why she needed 4 hours to get ready before anything. Nonetheless, he picked up the last bit she had left. Soon after, Gina left to get ready and Anne headed to her room to start getting ready as well. On the other hand, Harry was quick to get ready so he waited until the last hour before people would arrive.
As Harry suspected, he was the last one to get ready and the first one to finish. He was in the back yard, hooking up the music and making sure everything was perfectly set when the first guest arrived at the front door. Little by little, family and friends started gathering in Anne’s home and backyard, all chattering of life and things they’ve been through in the past year. Gemma’s boyfriend had already arrived, so Harry was now sat on the brown rocking bench, his hand nursing a cold beer as he looked around at everyone filling the space before him.
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Mindless chatting around only got him so far before he grew bored, finding himself once more on that damn brown rocking bench. His beer now half empty, Harry threw his head back to look at the stars and try and figure out the constellation they formed on this special night which meant a farewell to this year and a welcome to the new one. His neck started to ache and right on time, he could hear his mother calling (Y/N)’s name so Harry looked up as if his savior just walked in – which pretty much that’s exactly what happened.
Every party consisted of them keeping each other company so they wouldn’t be alone or too bored while everyone else was busy having their own conversations with their preferred people.
“You look incredible, sweetie! You get more and more beautiful every time I see you!” Harry’s mum wrapped her in an embrace with a kiss on her cheek, both chatting away quickly before (Y/N) walked around greeting a few other people. He couldn’t agree more with his mother. (Y/N) is breathtakingly stunning and she only got more gorgeous as time passed.
What do they call it?
Oh, aging like fine wine.
Harry stayed put on the bench, allowing time to pass before she noticed where he was and joined him which frankly didn’t take much time.
“Harry! Hi!”
(Y/N) approached him with that dazzling smile, her arms wide open to take him in for a hug. Harry stood up with a smile, meeting her a few steps away from the bench and wrapping his arms around her, both rocking side to side for a few seconds.
“It’s been a while, (Y/N). You look great. Glad you finally came. I was growing gray hairs here waiting on you.” Harry teased her before guiding them to the bench with his hand softly pressed on her back, allowing her to sit before he did.
“Oh, hush. My mum took forever, and we decided to come together.”
Harry liked how despite their lack of extreme closeness in the realm of friendship, they were comfortable around each other and whenever they spoke, they just picked up where they left off last time. It was calming and Harry appreciated that he didn’t have to force any type of conversation with her. It’s always just natural.
“Your mum told me you recently got promoted at the station. So, so happy for you! Glad that’s been going well. I remember you mentioning how you wanted to help save people’s lives all the time when we were younger. Look at you now. Badass paramedic.” (Y/N) poked his arm with a grin, a soft giggle escaping her lips.
Harry always made her feel giggly and a tad bit nervous. Being around a man so handsome and intelligent can do that to anyone, especially when he was so nice and caring, too. It’s like a whole package deal that you’d be insane to say no to. It’s always generous compliments between them back and forth.
“Thank you so much. Really. I love it. I had a great support system too so it was easy to keep pushing forward. M’very happy with how far I’ve come.”
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Hours later, (Y/N) and Harry were still sat on the bench deep in conversation before Gemma and her boyfriend pulled them up to cheer the new year all together.
Harry hadn’t realized it was nearly 12 A.M. already. It was like time flew whenever it was (Y/N) and him talking about anything and everything.
Gemma handed each of them a champagne flute filled with apple cider. The screen on the wall displayed a countdown that revealed they were about 20 seconds away from welcoming the new year.
And then everyone began in unison.
“10!”
“Are you alone, Harry?” (Y/N) asked over the loud chanting.
“9!”
“8!”
“Yeah.. why?” Harry replied with furrowed eyebrows.
“7!”
“6!”
“So kiss me when the clock strikes 12.”
“5!”
“4!”
“3!”
“2!”
“1! Happy New Year!”
Harry and (Y/N) both leaned in without a a second thought, their lips crashing into a sweet yet simple kiss.
Harry was a bit shocked at her proposition, but he figured it was a simple way to bring in 2022 with someone you genuinely cared for. Besides, everyone wants a new year’s kiss. Harry didn’t pay too much mind into it and thankfully (Y/N) seemed as if she wouldn’t either. She smiled at him right after, drinking her apple cider then walking away to continue greeting the rest of the crowd. Gemma looked at her brother with her eyebrow’s raised, poking his stomach with a laugh before giving him a hug.
“I fucking saw that. I knew it would happen eventually.”
Harry rolled his eyes and scoffed, pulling away from the hug.
a/n: i was sad and then this happened... i don’t apologize for the tears.. and a big thank you to my queen @lollypopsx for helping with ideas and proof-reading
word count: 2k
warnings: angst
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(Y/N) found it bizarre that after knowing Harry for about eight months, all she knew about him was his name and that he liked guitars.
That was about it.
Prior to meeting him, Sarah had warned (Y/N) that Harry was usually reserved and not one to talk much so she made a mental note to not suffocate the man when meeting him. But after repeated encounters and seeing him various times a week by association, she figured she’d learn more of him as time went on, but man, was she wrong.
Harry avoided any long conversations. He would cut it short, or he’d be saved by the bell with a call from work.
(Y/N) especially hated how interested she was in him despite his best efforts to show no push in revealing anything about himself.
But nonetheless, she would try without being too pushy.
Like tonight. Their little get together for dinner and catch up will be at her place and unlike their usual meet ups, it would just be Sarah, Mitch, Harry, and (Y/N).
The thought of a possibility of forced conversations freaked (Y/N) out. She wanted to be optimistic and believe that Harry will at least give her some small talk tonight, but the back of her mind was more realistic, telling her that there will be no change and if Sarah and Mitch are wrapped up in their own conversation, than she might as well twiddle her thumbs.
(Y/N) really didn’t feel like cooking tonight so she stopped for some take out and wine before heading home after work.
She had enough time for a shower and a bit of picking up before the three arrived right on the dot at 8.
The moment (Y/N) opened the door, Sarah met her with a big hug, Mitch following suit only his hug wasn’t as long and passionate, and of course Harry simply walked in with a nod of his head.
(Y/N) put it past her and began making her way to the kitchen, gathering stuff to prepare the dining table for the four of them, Sarah soon joining her to help. “I’m sorry it’s just us three. No one else could come…” (Y/N) shrugged and shook her head softly. “It’s fine… and it’s not your fault, babe. I’ll be fine. I’m used to him already.”
The two prepped the table, having Mitch and Harry join them a few minutes after.
Thankfully, dinner wasn’t terrible. Sarah was sure to engage (Y/N) and Harry into their conversations and (Y/N) was beyond thankful for that.
(Y/N) started to pick up just as soon as everyone was done with their food and much to her surprise, Harry brought the rest of the things from the table. And stayed standing beside her, drying anything she’d wash. She looked up at him a small smile, “Thank you but you don’t have to. I can just let them dry overnight and put it away in the morning.”
Harry shrugged his shoulder softly and (Y/N) swore she could see a small smile displayed on his own lips. “Wanna help.”
After Harry and (Y/N) put everything away, (Y/N) folded the small rag over the sink, ready to leave the kitchen but Harry stopped her by grabbing her forearm.
“M’sorry.”
(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “What for, Harry? You ha-“
“For being dismissive. You always try talking to me and y’so nice to me despite me being… well, me.”
She stood a bit taken aback, but not in a bad way.
Harry’s expression seemed genuine, maybe even a bit confused himself. There was no way (Y/N) could ever hate him even after feeling like he barely acknowledged her presence. And with his apology, she knew that wasn’t the case either.
“M’ working on myself to be nicer and more, talkative, I guess. Just… thank you..”
(Y/N) smiled at him once more, her own hand coming to rest over his with a small, delicate squeeze. “Don’t stress it. I’m always here for you, okay? To listen or to talk. Whatever you’re more comfortable with.”
That small conversation was a huge step for them.
Harry spoke to her more and albeit it wasn’t a lot, or as much as she talked, it was something.
Unbelievably, the two started hanging out on their own without the group, but nothing crazy. It would usually be over coffee or a lunch in between Harry’s break from work since his schedule was a bit more hectic, (Y/N) would accommodate to him.
Harry wasn’t sure of how he felt. He didn’t know what liking someone was, what falling for someone even meant or was supposed to feel like. He never allowed himself the genuine pleasure of letting himself love someone because he swore it wasn’t real and much less something for him. Especially not after the terrible examples he had at home. It never made him believe in love, so he never knew the feeling.
He figured that’s why he was the way he was. The lack of love and care growing up made him reserved and bristly.
But being around (Y/N) sparked something in him he never felt before. It was as if he felt more alive, as if he wanted to run and tell her the dumbest things he’d seen or thought of. He felt like for once in his life, there was something worth fighting for. But it scared the shit out of him. Having someone like (Y/N). Harry promised himself he’d never share his confusions with her because losing her would be worse. The risk alone was enough to pull him back from allowing himself the delicacy of love that life offers.
Harry wanted her around more than just for coffee or lunch next time around, but he was a bit unsure as to how to ask. His fingers were busy on the small straw in his coffee cup, stirring around before he mustered up enough courage and cleared his throat, looking up at (Y/N).
“Hey, um, if you’re free tomorrow night… I was thinking that maybe y’can come over and I can make us dinner? Feel like were always so rushed since it’s my break and all. But you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
(Y/N) giggled at his nervous rambling before reaching out to softly squeeze his forearm in hopes to ease his nerves. “I’ll come over, H. Thank you for offering. Can’t wait.”
As if Harry wasn’t a nervous wreck around her before, he was a walking nerve now. He called Sarah to make sure he was cooking something (Y/N) liked, he asked her what her favorite scent was so his house welcomed her in an embrace, asked her what her favorite dessert was so it’d surely be on tonight’s menu.
Hell, he even looked up online a couple of wiki-hows on relationships.
“God, I’m so pathetic.” Harry whispered to himself as he changed the candles around his living room and kitchen, then checking the oven for the lasagna he’d been working on. He had no idea why he felt so nervous around her when he was usually confident and sure of what he wanted to say, or not to say for that matter. But this was different. This was (Y/N).
It was almost time for (Y/N) to arrive and thankfully Harry had everything ready. All he had to do was wait for her. Little did he know she was already parked outside, giving herself a little pep talk in her car.
(Y/N) was anxious. She didn’t want to ruin anything by talking to much or asking too many questions, but she assured herself everything should be fine because they’ve made such great progress. After a long conversation with herself, she finally gathered the valor to walk up to his front door and lightly knock.
Harry didn’t let her wait for long, opening the door with a shy grin as she walked in, the scent of jasmine flowers laced with some sort of beefy delicacy filling her nostrils.
“Wow, Harry. It smells amazing.”
He smiled as he walked them over to the dining table – surely after taking her coat and her purse and hanging them on the coatrack.
“Made lasagna for tonight. And we’ve got some cherry pie to follow for dessert.”
(Y/N) was thankful for the effort he’d put in. It was sweet and so heartwarming.
Dinner was delicious and she was glad that he was the one mostly talking. She loved hearing his voice, his architecture jargon sounding like some sort of romantic tongue to her. She felt honored to say the least, hearing him speak this much. She felt his trust and comfort around her and it made her heart skip a beat.
But dinner and dessert weren’t enough for Harry. He wanted more time with her so a movie seemed like the perfect suggestion and she agreed, thank God.
Harry kept a small distance between them doing his best to focus on the movie, but his thoughts were driving him elsewhere.
Those fears came crashing again. He felt like he was rushing and running, like he was pushing it too far and that was the last thing he wanted. He didn’t want to put their friendship in a place where he’d risk losing her altogether. But of course, he let his confusing feelings get in the way and put himself in his position.
“(Y/N)… I- I’m sorry but I think I maybe have been misleading you… I should’ve thought this out and waited a bit longer. I think I’ve done too much.”
(Y/N) was perplexed and baffled, to say the least. She thought the night was going perfectly but maybe she did look into it too much and thought this was more than their little coffee and lunch meetups. But no, Harry did make it seem like it was more tonight and that was freaking her out. “I’m so confused, Harry… I thought we were having a great night? What’s going on?”
“I don’t know, it’s just that – I. I think I’m making a mistake.” The moment it came out of Harry’s lips, he regretted it.
She stood up from the couch, heart launched to the bottom of her feet in embarrassment. “Wow… This is… God… All I’ve done is be nice to you and really try for something here because I know that deep inside those walls there’s more to you Harry… but to call this a mistake? I’m embarrassed.”
(Y/N) didn’t want for a word to leave his mouth as she made her way to the door, grabbing her purse and throwing her jacket over her arm.
Harry was hot on his feet behind her, cursing at himself for being so stupid.
“No! Wait, (Y/N). Fuck! I didn’t mean that! Please!”
(Y/N) didn’t look back, feeling the cold weather freezing her skin just seconds of being outside. She just wanted to get into her car and disappear. But Harry didn’t allow that. He caught up to her and stood right in front of her.
Harry’s eyes were filled with tears, his warm hands cradling her cheeks as his eyes registered hers while he picked apart the whole dictionary in his mind.
“I am so sorry but please don’t give up on me. I- I’m just scared, okay? I’m scared that if I go all in… then I risk losing you.”
(Y/N) sighed, a frown adorning her lips as her own eyes filled with tears. “Harry, I’m not going anywhere. I think I’ve been pretty clear that I love being around you and all I’ve done is try and show you my efforts that I want to be with you.”
“Show me, please. Teach me how to love you and not be afraid. I have no idea what t’do. I don’t know what I feel but it’s intense and being around y’brings me to life. Just please, don’t give up on me yet.” His eyes were pleading for her too, eyebrows scrunched in worry as if this were his last wish.
Instead of opting for a verbal response, (Y/N) attached their lips into a sweet kiss.
Despite the cold weather outside, Harry felt warmth fill his love-lacking body, feeling as if her lips could wash away any doubt or worry he previously had. He felt electricity run through his veins, chills run down his spine.
“I’m not leaving you, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”
