wrapped around your finger.
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request : Could you do one where y/n is insecure about her body and Harry comforts her. Maybe they are like going to the beach for the first time together as like a 3rd official date? And y/n wanted to wear a bikini but wasn’t sure if she likes how she looks?
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you were in deep.
he was in deep.
you and harry have only been on two dates so far and both of you are already so whipped for each other. not that any of you two would make it completely known as it’s so new right now.
harry absolutely admires your personality. your laugh, your kindness, your knowledge, your confidence, and oh that face. he can never stop looking at you. so mesmerized by your eyes, your lips the way it curves into a shy smile as you blush at his flirtatious words to make you swoon. when glenne showed him your instagram when she wanted to set you guys up together, he couldn’t stop looking. “how does one look so..ethereal?” he would mumble, with his doe eyed look. glenne would snatch her phone back laughing, already about to call you up asking if you’d like to go on a date with him.
you on the other hand? you always thought he was attractive, humble, and funny. you never said anything though. it was just a thought. you only seen him from afar at big parties glenne and jeff would host, but you never met. you also assumed he probably already had someone, so you never cared, and carried on with your life, not really caring about wanting a relationship as you love the independence.
but i mean, who wouldn’t take up an opportunity on him? so when glenne called you up asking if you’d like to go on a date with harry as she thought it could work out between the two of you, you kindly accepted.
now that brings you to yours and harry’s third date.
he wanted to take you to a private beach as it’s possibly the last week of warm weather before cooler conditions come around. he decided it was probably gonna be his last hurrah at the beach for the year. and he wanted it to be with you.
you’re not going to lie and say you weren’t nervous, because you are. this is the first time harry will see more of your body. you two haven’t had sex yet, and you haven’t worn anything revealing on the past two dates. so you’re nervous.
you have always been pretty confident, not needing a person’s validation, and not worried about how you looked. but god this was harry. you’ve never been this attached to someone already, and it’s only the third date.
“he’s been with models..” you quietly mumble, looking at yourself in the lengthy mirror. wearing a plain black bikini set with the straps as gold chains, you also have a sheer, sexy, long & flowly beach robe on.
should i just postpone? have our third date when it’s colder so we won’t have to go to the beach?
or should i just keep my robe on the whole time?
as you’re contemplating which to do, your thoughts get interrupted by a knock on the door. fuck.
you quickly just wrap yourself with the beach robe and head to the door, opening it.
“hiya darling” harry says, leaning against the doorframe. he’s wearing yellow swim trunks, with a golden hawaiian button up, and his hair in its natural state.
“hi harry, come in” you sweetly smile, give him a little kiss on his lips, and step out the way so he can come in.
he trails behind you, as this is only the second time he’s been to your place. so he’s still learning his way.
“you look prettyyyy,” harry says in a girly like tone. arms behind his back, saying it all shyly, dimple popping out.
you turn around blushing, and murmur a quiet “thank you,” and have him sit for a bit at your breakfast bar while you take out the little platter you made of appetizers so you two can eat and go.
“wasn’t kidding when i said you look pretty y’know. beautiful you are. can’t keep m’eyes off ya. i swear it.” harry sweetly said as he indulges in the food.
liar. he’s pitying you. you don’t look good in this bikini.
all of those thoughts are running through your brain. and you don’t know why you feel your eyes water up. it’s harry. you just want to impress him. look good for him. but it’s so hard to feel validated when you don’t feel good wearing this.
harry notices how you’re looking down, staying quiet. “..y/n? y’good?”
“h-harry,” you choked, looking up at him. he sees your sad demeanor and watery eyes, and quickly ushers across the kitchen island to cup your face.
“what happened, hm? what’s got you so upset? don’t like seeing you cry darling, shh,” he coos.
your heart warms.
he wraps his arms around you and cradles your face into his neck. this is the first time he’s seen you upset, as it’s only been about a month and a half knowing each other. and it hurts him.
harry comforting you was the best feeling. especially since he had no clue why you were upset, he did his best to make sure you’re okay.
“i’m sorry i-i think m’just a little sensitive right now. s’like, i want to make a good impression on you and all, but i feel like i can’t wearing this..i just don’t feel good about myself..i’m sorry it’s dumb i-” harry kissed your lips to shush you.
“shh. s’not dumb at all love. we all have insecurities. but darling, you have to understand, i’m whipped for you. m’crazy about you. you don’t have to do anything to try and impress me. you’re a beautiful person, and y’know when glenne first showed me your pictures, i spent so long staring at them, she had to snatch her phone away” he states, kissing your forehead.
you giggle a bit, slightly feeling better and mumbling a “stoppp,”
“m’serious! honest! ask her. it makes me so upset that you’re feeling like this because you radiate so much confidence which is one of the many things i admire about you. you look amazing in this, and in anything really, so please don’t think otherwise,” he says sincerely. you nod in his chest, feeling much more better.
obviously just a little talk like that won’t make it completely go away. but it’s so comforting. you never felt this appreciated. so loved.
“thank you, harry. s’just, y’know i see the tabloids of the girls you used to supposedly be with, it’s a little hard to not push those insecurities aside,” you state, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.
“i understand that. but y/n personality is so much to me. and if m’honest, half those girls you might of saw didn’t have that, but y/n baby, you do. you’re a beautiful person inside and out. best believe, darling, you have me wrapped around your finger. i’m so into you,” harry confesses. you’re blushing and you look into his eyes.
“and i can physically show you how much i’m into you, if you’d have me that is..” he trails off.
you smile and murmur a quiet “yes please,” and he smirks, picking you up bridal style and headed to the room where he’d love on you all night.
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a/n : @harrystylesdoesntknowiexist thank you for sending the request in! and i’m sorry if this is bad, or cringey. i tried to make it so it wasn’t a specific insecurity having to do with the body if that makes sense. i want to make my writing for all. no specific insecurities or details (unless requested.) this is my take on what harry would do when this happens. also sorry if this is rushed!! let me know what you think! 🤍
