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Harry's "best friend" is the best boyfriend in the entire world.

Y/n loved her boyfriend more than she loved most things. He called her all sorts of beautiful things, would give her beautiful gifts for no good reason, and most importantly, he loves her and doesn't let her forget it. Amongst their friend group, they are the perfect match. Never apart. Never not talking to each other. Completely connected. It's been like this for the past year, and she loved it.

It took a while to get used to the constant flow of compliments, but she soon learned to bask in them. She still blushes and giggles at them because she still got butterflies whenever he showered her with love.

Harry hated it.

He hated how his best friend asked out the girl he had a crush on for the last year of uni, the one he befriended first. He hated how happy she seemed under his arm. He hates everything about them.

But

He still likes her. He loves whenever he is lucky enough to catch her alone. He loves catching her eye in a crowded room. The thing he loves most is when she smiles at him. He would give up a lot of things to just see that smile more often. It's not like she doesn't smile. In fact, she is smiling almost constantly, but it never quite meets the eye.

It's another one of the friend groups' weekly brunches where Harry overhears a conversation that piques his interest.

"We need to talk, and I think we should leave." The once warm voice of Y/n sounds upset and shakey it makes Harry feel uneasy.

"Let's just talk here. If we leave, people will think something is wrong." Dean's voice is stern and unmoving.

"Fine." Harry has never seen her this upset. "I know that you're cheating on me. I just need to know what I did wrong." To add salt into the wound, she reaches out for his hand, and he pulls back.

"Y/n, I'm not talking about this here." This is what made the tear fall from her big eyes. Harry just wishes he could reach out and wipe them away.

Taking a shakey breath, "You treat me as if I hung the sun, so I don't know what I did." A small sob is let out. "I love you so much. You mean everything to me. I'll fix whatever is wrong with me, just please don't leave me for her." Y/n's begging and pleading is a bit louder than she intended.

"You need to leave. I'll tell everyone you have a family emergency that you need to tend to by yourself. Go home and pack your shit because I'm done." Never in Harry's life has he ever wanted to physically hurt someone until this moment.

"No, you're not doing this to me. You can't be." She's in complete disbelief. "You said you were going to marry me!" Y/n semi shouted. Everything is falling apart in front of her. The man she so deeply loved destroyed her with so little words that he deserved a prize.

He built up her confidence with his sweet nothings. He overfilled her with love and words of affirmation. He made her feel seen. Then he took it all away with an affair.

They talked about marriage and kids and a future where they would have a porch swing and watch their grandkids run around. He said he was looking at rings.

They were supposed to be together till the end, but now...

Her mind is racing. Was she not pretty anymore? Was she ignoring him? Was she just simply not enough for him?

As she is stuck in her mind, she doesn't realize Dean has completely left her.

She's slowly losing the ability to breathe, and she can't feel the ground beneath her feet. Harry watches it all, and he can't bear it anymore.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry, but we need to take deep breaths." He holds her shaking hands gently.

"I'm not enough for him anymore, Harry, I'm not enough." She sobs into his chest. He's now holding up half her body weight, and he cradles her head.

"He doesn't deserve you. How about we leave through the back door and we can go back to my place and change out of these uncomfortable clothes and watch some movies?" Harry whispers gently to her as her tears stain his shirt.

Although something he would never admit, his heart broke for her. Not because he was upset that the pair was officially broken up, but because of how much pain she is in from it. He knows how difficult this is all going to be on her, especially since her and Dean lived together.

For now, he just wants to be there as a best friend. He'll help her get back on her feet. He'll be the best person possible if it means she will be smiling and not crying.

She simply nods at his suggestion and whispers a small "please" that makes him frown at how meek she is.

"Ready to go?" Another nod follows, and they are on their way out, leaving the weekly brunch.

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SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

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i would LOVE #2

i love the sound of it but especially since it’s something you want to write

okay this one just came to me when i was supposed to be revising, but here we are;

Release day was fast approaching.

In more than one way.

‘Harry’s House’ had been in the making now for over a year, Harry having worked on it through lockdown and tour. It was still something you were trying to wrap your head around, that he was actually about to put out his third solo album. 

Proud was an understatement.

He was just as proud of you though as you were of him.

See, not only had Harry been busy working away on an album, but he had also been working on starting a family with you. 

Ever since you had met three years ago, you remember your first date together being spent eating ice-creams in a car park and talking about anything and everything. You found out then that Harry was so ready to start a family and have his own little football team. It was then that you both felt that you would both be together for the long haul.

Choosing a date for an album to be released should normally be a challenging thing, especially when Harry is so busy with movie promotions and the European tour too, but ‘Harry’s House’ was being released on one day and one day only.

May 20th.

The due date for your bean of a baby.

All this sounds very exciting in concept, but these past few weeks of the pregnancy have been awful. Every morning you’d find yourself hung over the toilet, waiting for Harry to come in and tell you off for not waking him up to help.  This baby was both a blessing and a right pain in your back. Literally.

“If May 20th doesn’t come sooner I will personally reach up into my womb and get her out quicker.” You groaned, sitting against Harry’s front as he rested agains the bath tub.

Both of you found yourselves in this position more than you cared to admit. He liked knowing that there was someone there for you through the terrible cases of morning sickness. 

“Her?” Harry questioned.

You and Harry had chosen to leave the gender a surprise until the baby was actually born. 

“Has to be. No way would a boy wriggle as much as this one does.” 

“Must get it from her mum then. Swear you almost kneed me in the eye the other day.”

“Babe, i’m not that flexible.”

“I beg to differ.” Harry inappropriately joked, but it made you laugh nevertheless. 

Harry continued to rub soft circles on your belly, knowing that the baby liked it and always calmed them down. He hated that sometimes it caused you a lot of pain, but he knew that you are strong and are secretly loving every moment of this journey to bring life into your worlds.

“You excited for your baby?”

“Y’mean the album?”

You nodded your head, leaning further back against his chest for support and comfort.

“I mean of course I am. Not as excited as I am to finally hold this one in my arms though.” Harry kissed your lips as your head tilted to the side. God, did you love him so much.

“What if they don’t actually come on May 20th?”

“Then i’ll always have an album that reminds me of a time in my life where I was most happy.” 

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My only brain cell after everything that happened today. What a day!

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This piece was dedicated to my loving partner James because he is my little matching pecan tree.

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I used to translate you are home in Italian with “sei a casa”, a stands for a motion to place, as in you were not home but now you are back. You were going home and now you are home.

But then I realised You are home could mean “tu sei casa” too. God the comfort I feel from three words only