Flowers and Compromise
Hellooooooooo everyone! I wrote a little something and I'm super excited to share with you guys. This is my first ever fic so please be nice and tell me what you guys think! I have a lot of ideas for these two as well so let me know if you have any requests. Enjoy!
Description: Harry and Y/N take a stroll around London and have a little chat about what their future should look like.
CW: lots of lovey dovey-ness, fluff teensy tiny bit of angst if you squint that gets resolved by the end.
WC: 1.5k
They’re walking down the street hand-in-hand when she comes across a little flower stand and asks him to stop. Harry smiles fondly at his wife and obliges. They love walking together in London during the early hours of the morning. Ever since their respective tours ended two years ago, it’s been nothing but bliss for the both of them. Once the dust had settled after his last show, they stayed in Italy for weeks in their little villa by the beach. Nothing but sunkissed skin, sweat dripped brows, bellies full of bread and hearts filled to the brim with love for each other and relief, for they could finally relax. It’s not often that the two pop stars are able to have such an extended time off. The past ten years they had known each other it had just been go go go. Recording session, promo for new music, tour, rinse and repeat. They had started to slow down in the past few years and they were better for it. Nothing could be more draining than performing, even though they both loved it. Nothing brought them more joy. But now, they were on a walk in downtown London stopped in front of a flower stand.
“These would be nice next to Sonny’s window wouldn’t it?”, she says, letting go of his hand briefly to softly caress the soft petals of the blue hydrangeas, leaning down to smell them next.
“Oh, they’d go perfectly. Next to the vase your mum got him, right?”. His hand grips her shoulder as he goes down to smell them next to her. As he stands up, he kisses her cheek and brings his hand to the side of her neck as he continues to kiss down the slope of her cheek, down the curve of her throat. He’s insatiable this morning, they didn’t have a chance to finish their usual morning routine of intimacy before they were interrupted by mournful wailings. After that it was time to start the day.
The clerk notices them shopping and asks them if they need any help deciding.
“Just these today, thank you.” Harry grabs his wallet before she can even think about reaching for hers. He pays for the flowers before thanking the clerk as they head on their way.
Now, they’re walking again down the cobblestone streets with the bouquet of blue hydrangeas in her hand and her other in Harry’s. The birds are tweeting as the sun sits halfway in the sky. He lets go of her hand to wrap his arm around her shoulders, hums and kisses the side of her head.
“I love doing this with you, I miss you so much” he mumbles into her hair.
“H, we’re just walking, and there hasn’t been a day in the last few months that I haven’t seen you.” she says matter of factly, but still smiling.
“I know but we don’t get to be alone much anymore. Not since Sonny, and starting things up again. I kind of miss when it was just us. I love our life now, but I miss being spontaneous with you.” He’s still mumbling into the side of her neck like he might be a little shy to say it out loud. His hand that’s still around her shoulder starts playing with the hair by her temple, almost using it as a distraction.
“Aw sweet baby, come here,” she slows them to a stop and presses his back against the nearest building holding his cheeks in her hands. He’s got this pathetic look on his face, like maybe he wishes he hadn’t said it. He always wants to be honest with her, but he knows she’ll take this really seriously and he doesn’t know if he can handle those emotions right now. Her thumbs stroking his cheekbone is enough for him to relax for now though. How could he not feel at ease when she’s looking at him like that? Like she can fix all his problems and hold him close while she shuts the world out from them. Her brows furrow as she leans up to meet his lips in a slow and sensual kiss. It relaxes him even more as he reaches up to cup her face, she slides her hands down his chest and stomach to hold his hips tightly. She pulls back after a few seconds. He chases after her for another, and after accepting one more she pulls back and holds his hips against the wall so he’ll stay there.
“My love, why didn’t you tell me you were feeling this way?” she asks, concerned. Suddenly he has that look on his face again.
“It’s really nothing, I-I dunno,” he doesn’t really know what to say. Now he’s in too deep to brush it off. He takes a deep breath.
“I just don’t want us to move too fast. I’m not ready to go back to such a demanding life I don't think.” This surprises her a bit. While she knows he’s been stuck in a rut lyrically, she’s been able to write and record enough songs for another album. She would never pressure him to get into the studio, for she knows better than most that inspiration can’t be forced and has to come naturally for a good and authentic sound. Because of her album being practically finished, she’s been having more meetings with her management and promotion teams to figure out dates for the release, potential interviews, and eventual tour dates. She feels like she’s spent enough time resting and she’s ready to get back on stage and sing her heart out. All the while Harry has been letting this feeling of not wanting the tranquil, predictable life they’ve built go fester inside of him until it was too much to hide. Of course he’s happy about the album being finished but, he’s just not ready to jump back in right now. She furrows her eyebrows.
“Do…do you think I should postpone things? I thought you were excited to jump back in..?” She’s got no idea what’s going through his head. He looks extremely conflicted.
“No, no of course I’m so happy and proud of you, darling. I-I think I’m just…not ready yet.” he exhales. It feels like the emotion that’s been looming over him for months is finally out in the open. Ugly, and bloody, and disgusting but finally acknowledged.
There’s a lot going through her head right now. She’s the cute little furrow in her brow that he just loves so much, it takes everything in him not to kiss her forehead. He has to be serious for a second. Meanwhile, she’s thinking of all the times when he seemed a little standoffish while she recounted her management meetings to him. Never formal, just a casual way to keep him informed. He could never look at her for too long while she did it. He would often change the subject after feigning interest or shock or surprise when appropriate. She always chocked it up to tiredness or true interest in another subject, but it’s all so obvious now. She starts to feel more sympathetic, but also a little disappointed. She thought they were over that part in their relationship where they hide feelings from each other. She puts her hands back on the sides of his head and strokes the apples of his cheeks with both thumbs.
“I’ll call Jenny in the morning and tell her to move promo back to at least the middle of next year” she smiles. If she was being honest with herself she also thought things here were moving a bit too fast for her liking. She had to get her mind out of her usual write, promote, tour cycle. It would be okay to just sit with this album for a while. Maybe change up a few things before giving to the world. He felt a flutter in his stomach when she muttered it. This was the best case scenario for this conversation, but he wanted her to be sure that was what she wanted.
“Are you sure?”
“Oh, don’t act like that’s not what you wanted me to say,” she laughed. Honestly, she felt quite relieved herself. She loves performing, but maybe she should take a bit longer to get joy how her life is right now. Nothing makes her happier than being with Harry and their child.
“Now, let’s go back, hm? I’m getting a little hungry.” she says pulling him from the wall. He’s got a nice, satisfied smile on his face now as they go back to walking down the street, his arm around her shoulders and his lips peppering kisses along the side of her face as she talks about why she’s actually glad to have more time off and can’t wait to call Jenny. Hes glad now that she pried that information out of him. And when a nice friend group made up of three girls with huge smiles on their faces stopped them and asked for a picture, they stopped and had a nice conversation. They were in a great mood now, so why not! Life was good. Later in the day the girls will post the pictures of the two pop stars, recounting how they were the nicest people they had ever met and Harry had to constantly have a hand on Y/N, never leaving her side. That was just who they were.
