Harry x Reader: With love, always. (One Shot)
Prompt: The one where Harry proposed to you ... right?
It was a warm day, almost too warm if not for the wind whooshing through the open window in Harry’s car – his Esmeralda he calls it. He wouldn’t stop bragging about his little treasure that he found in some junk shop in California while he was filming his music video. He worked on it tirelessly day and night and spent enough money to warrant him a brand-new car to make her the emerald beauty she is now, hence, the name.
You glanced at Harry, as if making sure he was still here. That he came back here – back home. The humble town that was a whole world away to the glory and lux of Los Angeles. It was a surprise, he said, as he beamed down at your slackened jaw that was almost touching the birthday cake you had in your arms. You could’ve been sure he was an illusion. Another one of those cruel glimpses you see of him every now and then when you take your guard down.
There was no way he really went back down to you on your birthday, didn’t he?
Yet you dare to hope, glancing at him every now and then to make sure he would not disappear. You were sure when you woke up, head heavy from the birthday wine that he would be gone. And that you had dreamt it all.
But he was there, snoring on your stained living room carpet. A sight so familiar yet so foreign because of time that it made you realize how much you missed him.
Maybe this time – this time you can tell him. This time things will change.
“Are we cooking or having take out?” he asked, patting your thighs to take you attention, eyes still on the road.
“Take out,” you answered, not in the mood to clean the dirty dishes. He nodded, taking a turn towards the nearest McDonalds.
“You sure, sweetheart?” he glanced at you, smiling. “On such a special day?”
You giggled, softly slapping his cheeks, making him grin too. “My birthday does not last the whole week, you goof.”
He frowned, before shaking his head, taking your hand in his and kissing it. He looked at it questioningly before smiling back at you. “Let’s go shopping in LA okay? Get you a good ring.”
One of your eyebrows raised but he already took his eyes off you and started lining in the drive thru. You warned him about his expensive gifts but it never seemed to stick you just gave up.
You don’t hate LA. It had it’s good moments – great food, bigger malls, and great weather 95% of the time. It’s just … whenever you were in LA you were always with Harry and Harry comes with a lot of companions – his other friends you just don’t seem to connect with, the rude paparazzi, and the wide-eyed fans he just can’t seem to say ‘no’ to.
You get it – you really do. You are the bestfriend of the most sought-out man in the world. But for once, you couldn’t help but selfishly wish, he would just be yours once again. Even for just a day.
“You want a large drink?” he asked, You nodded., guilty for such selfish thoughts.
You have him now. You’ll take what you can get.
Even if it was just a one-week back and forth visit to his world or yours,
You’ll take it.
There were three cars in front of yours and you could feel your impatience bubbling. All this thoughts did nothing but sour your mood and make you hungrier.
“You want a penny?”
You looked at Harry as he faced you, your hands back in his.
“Hmm?”
“For your thoughts.”
You scoffed, not giving him the satisfaction of laughing at his jokes. “Just thinking of what else we can do in LA aside from hiding in your apartment.”
He looked offended, “We’re gonna celebrate, of course!”
“Celebrate?” you asked. Now, you really didn’t want to do that. Your small celebration in here was more than enough. “Harry, you know I hate big parties.”
“But,” his eyes seemed torn. You couldn’t help but wonder why he was so insistent in prolonging your birthday celebration. He was never like this before. “How will people know?”
You rolled your eyes, thinking back on how he almost broke the internet when he suddenly used his stagnant Instagram to post a photo of the two of you with a message that made you tear up. “Trust me, honey, people already know, okay?”
He bit his lip and relented, his body slumping in disappointment. “If that’s what you want, baby.” He shot you a small smile. “I just want to make you happy.”
You couldn’t help but feel bad. He is such a good friend. You’re sure he was just doing this to make you feel special in ways he knows how.
You cupped his face in the palm of your hands and gave both his cheeks a kiss. “I’m more than happy you’re here. With me.”
He grinned, taking a loose hair and hooking it behind your ears. You could swear he was leaning in when you heard a sharp squeal on your side.
“Can I get a picture, Harry?!”
You immediately plastered yourself to the side of the car – almost instinctively – trying to be unseen and trying not to let him see how red your face is and how fast your heart was beating.
The ride home was quite. The comfortable kind,thankfully, comfortable enough to calm your racing heart.
Harry has been crashing at your apartment for the time being. You really didn’t mind.
“How about on December?” he asked.
“December?” you quickly opened your calendar to check if you had anything set on December. Did he have a tour date you forgot about? Or an award show? “Yeah, I’m free on December.”
“Good,” he nodded, he took your hands and you prepared yourself to control your facial expression for the inevitable kiss on your knuckles but he took you off guard when he gave it a small tug instead, to pull you towards him and gave you a nonchalant deep but short kiss. It was so quick you weren’t sure if it actually happened. “We can have a winter wedding.”
You felt like you were gonna faint. It was as if the car didn’t exist and the only thing planting you to reality was the grip you had on the leather seats you were surely ruining with your nails
There was no way …
There was no way he kissed you.
He didn’t kiss you right?!
I mean it’s not like you’ve never kissed before, some are dares others are in a fit of happiness when you see each other after months of being pulled apart by your responsibilities but it’s never that … never that way.
Wait – wedding? What wedding?!
“What wedding?”
Was one of his friends getting married? You don’t remember anyone famous getting engaged? Holy shit why did he kiss you?
“Our wedding?” he looked at you, a questioning frown on his face deepened when he saw your confusion. “By the way, did you want a big wedding so I can start calling people who can assist you.”
“Assist- assist me …”
He nodded, his hands playing with his lips as if he was deep in thoughts. “I’m sure designers will be begging you to let them make your dress but it’s all up to you, lovely. No pressure”
“Harry, are you fucking with me right now?”
He shook his head smiling. “Nope, you’re engaged to me after all.” He quipped, chest puffing out.
“I’m engaged … to you …”
He slowed down the car, and took both of your hands in his, forcing you to look in his eyes.
Have they always been that green or is it your increasing blood pressure?
“Hey, hey, I told you no pressure. If it’s a small wedding you want we can have that too. I know crowds make you uncomfortable.”
You could feel your jaw drop.
“H-Harry …”
He made a humming sound, eyes looking at yours for answers as if you weren’t as confused as him.
“I … “ you swallowed the saliva that pooled in your mouth. “Were not engaged ... right?”
He pulled back, a frown on his face, he looked down on your empty ring finger, eyes flickering back and forth as he recalled what the two of you did yesterday. He took a flight home, fought jet lag to surprise you, had too much wine to drink and then he … he …
“I KNEW I FUCKING FORGOT TO DO SOMETHING YESTERDAY!” he slammed his fist on the steering wheel making it honk
“Wha – I,”
Harry suddenly started banging his head on the steering wheel, his cheeks starting to look like he was slapped by three people at once by how red it was.
“Harry, stop!’ You placed your hand in between him and the wheel so he can turn back to you. “I’m …”
You started to think back on your conversation. “Wait the celebration was not for my birthday?”
“How will people know?”
He looked away, face still burning red. “N-No.”
“An engagement party … “ your mind finally started placing the puzzles together. Him looking at your ringless fingers in distate,
“Let’s go shopping in LA okay? Get you a good ring.”
The sudden need to have a party,
“On such a special day?”
December,
“We can have a winter wedding.”
… the kiss.
“Love,” he covered his face with his hands. “I think, I think I dreamt that I proposed to you last night.”
“You dreamt –“
“It’s not like I didn’t think about it. In fact, I was thinking about it for months and I would’ve gotten you a ring but I freaking forgot your ring size so I thought we should just buy one together in LA and have an engagement party there. I’ll fly your parents and my parents there and then your mum can help plan –“
“Shouldn’t we date first or something?!” you asked. Things flipped a 180 degrees way too quickly your brain still had whiplash.
“If …” he looked at you through his lashes sheepishly. “If that’s what you want, I guess? I- don’t mind marrying you already though. I’ve loved you my whole life”
You couldn’t help but let a tear out. Your feelings finally catching up to you.
“Harry, I …”
“You really don’t have to say yes now, sweetheart I –“
“Harry,” you pulled him for a kiss. A long and deep kiss you have always dreamt of. “I do.”
xxx
A short one I made in 2 hours. Hope you like it.
