This Is Sooo Cute It's Not Even Funny

this is sooo cute it's not even funny

SINGLE DAD HARRY!!! And like he's coming home from a Christmas party (or nye party) slightly drunk off eggnog and Y/N's there and he decides to pour himself a glass of wine as he's paying her but ends up spilling it all over his Christmas jumper leading to him stripping it off and Y/N having to help him clean it!!! And Harry being a little shit and asking Y/N things like "what'd you ask santa for feh Christmas" with a slur and jokingly telling her to sit on his lap and omg 😍😍

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everything about this movie was just so dkdjdjnd

“Pain only makes you stronger”

Black Widow (2021) dir. Cate Shortland

hhh you had one job harry 🤦🏽‍♀️

Somebody Else.

b4.) “who is she?”

b27.) “i’ve waited years for you and i still can’t have you.”

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You’re in love with your best friend.

You didn’t want to sugarcoat it, you just wanted him to notice you outside of what you guys already had. As if dropping hints or small touches didn’t set off the idea that you wanted him.

But he was blind to it. Harry had always been one to look over those kinds of things and for a while, you thought he felt the same way, but recently he’s been so distant.

Distant because of a drunken kiss you guys shared two weeks ago at the bar. You were out with your friends and Harry kept ordering shots after shots after shots. You didn’t mind it though, you had a rough week and wanted to relax.

It was weird the way it happened, though, you were waiting for your uber and everyone had already gone home, but Harry was waiting for the uber with you to make sure you were safe.

It happened so quick, you weren’t even sure how it led up to that moment. Within seconds, Harry had caught your lips with his, his hand was tangled in your hair while his tongue flicked and caressed your bottom lip. You would never forget that kiss—it was so heated, why wouldn’t you?

His hands were all over you, your hands were all over him. The way his tongue felt when massaging it against yours had lit a fire in your stomach and you begged silently in your head for more. He even moaned into your mouth and you swore that you could feel your heart drop to your stomach.

He tasted like tequila.

But now, you haven’t heard from him since. You’ve tried to call him, text him, hell—you even reached out to his best friend and his best friend said Harry was doing fine and they had just hung out.

You were let down, once again, by a guy. Were you surprised? Mmm…no. Men are not reliable anyways, but Harry was so different. There was something so fucking addicting about chasing him. The adrenaline rush it gives you when you do something risky with him, or the way he hurts you leads you to wanting more of him.

There was no doubt in your mind that you were chasing that constant feeling of being hurt because you would rather be hurt than ignored. You wanted Harry to notice you in any way possible.

One of your friends had invited you out to the bar again and you debated on going because you knew Harry was going to be there. He’s always there. He didn’t want to miss out on what his friends were doing so he was always there.

You ended up going anyways. You searched through your closet and found the hottest outfit you could find, maybe in hopes that Harry would see you and want to kiss you again, but that was few and far between.

The bar was extremely busy that night. You kept to yourself, but still talked to your friends and Harry was nowhere to be seen. You were almost sure he was going to show up, but I guess it was too much to ask.

Was he ignoring you? Was the kiss really that bad that he would run away and never talk to you again?

It hurt. You knew it was a drunken kiss and there was a high chance it meant nothing, but it still hurt to have a taste of something you wanted so bad, but still couldn’t have.

Your eyes kept looking at the entry way in hopes that Harry would walk through the door and come join you and your friends, but the wind got knocked out of you when he walked through with another girl.

It was like slow motion and you felt like you could puke. Your friends didn’t even notice that all the color in your face had left and that you were now clutching the glass of whisky in your hand tightly while you watched him kiss her.

Kiss her.

His lips were all over her neck, his hands going places that he dared never to touch you at. You wondered if she knew about you, if she knew that prior to this, he was all over you and you both were sharing a kiss.

But he wasn’t drunk and she wasn’t either. This wasn’t a drunken thing. He was soberly kissing his way down her neck and back up to her lips and his hand was on her hip as they walked to the booth.

“Hey, guys.” Harry waved off, scooting into the booth across from me. You stared at him in anger, your jaw was clenched and you tried not to show how jealous you were of the girl that still had his hand on her hip.

“This is Kate.” He introduced her to the table and you wanted to fucking scream. Everything inside of you was ripping from the inside out.

But you had to be nice.

“Hi, Kate.” You faked the widest smile while your voice shook—even your hands were shaking. You downed the rest of your whisky, knowing that it was going to punch you in the gut later.

“Will you excuse me?” You looked over to your friend, gesturing for them to let you out of the booth. You escaped from it without saying anything to Harry, you even grabbed your purse and your keys.

You couldn’t stay here. You knew that seeing them together was going to crush you more than it already has. Seeing them together made that whisky want to come right back up.

“Y/N! Hey!” You heard Harry call after you as you walked out of the bar, but you kept walking. You acted like you couldn’t hear him or maybe you wanted him to know that you were ignoring him.

“Y/N! Wait!” Harry grabbed your arm, pulling you to him, but not close enough. You stood outside on the porch of the bar, the summer air warming your body as he looked at you.

“You’re leaving already?” He frowned.

“Really?” You snapped, letting out a chuckle, “That’s funny coming from you. You haven’t answered any of my texts or calls and now you’re upset that I’m leaving?”

“Well… I’ve just been busy. I haven’t been able to—“

“Bullshit, Harry!” You seethed, clenching your fists together as you bored a look into his eyes. You tried to hold back crying and you were doing so well, so magnificent at it.

“Your best friend told me that you’ve been answering everyone else but me. Is it because of the kiss? Or is it her? Who the fuck is she?” You demanded answers out of him, but he looked at you in shock that you would yell at him like this.

“The kiss… That was just for fun, right?” He laughed out, but he had a confused look on his face as he stood there with his arms over his chest, “I mean, that’s not the reason, but she….” He looked back at the door, then back at you.

“Who. Is. She.” You demanded once again, tears threatening to ruin your makeup that you spent an hour and a half on. All of this was for nothing, you wanted to stomp back in there and yell at the girl, but she didn’t do anything wrong.

Kate didn’t kiss you.

Kate didn’t lead you on.

It was Harry.

“She’s.. my new girlfriend.” He sighed out, shrugging slowly as he caught his bottom lip with his teeth, taking a step back from you, “Listen, I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression when I kissed you…”

You felt your heart drop to your stomach, but this time it wasn’t in a good way. You kept having to remind yourself that it was just a kiss, but you still had feelings for him. The kiss was a mistake on both parts because all it ever did was fill you up with more lust, more longing for him.

“You know what?” You choked out, waving your hand in front of your face as you looked away. A sad smile spread across your lips as you started to back away, “I really thought you would have noticed that I like you—no, love you. I’m in love with you.”

“And it hurts so bad that I have waited years for you and I still can’t have you. Watching you come in with someone else? That….” You choked out, quickly catching your tears with your fingers before shaking your head, “I’m sorry I misinterpreted our friendship.”

“Y/N….” Harry whispered out, his brows knitted together as he watched you. His body language was stiff, his arms dropped down to his side as he watched you walk away.

“I’m sorry, listen, I’m sorry—“ He went after you, grabbing your hand in hopes to make you stay, but you pushed his hand away and looked back at him with a hurt look.

“Don’t.” You laughed out, putting your hands up as you backed away, “I really hope that you and Kate are happy. Really. ‘S all I ever wanted was for you to be happy.”

You didn’t give him a chance to say anything back, you just got into the car and left. The buzz you had was far gone and you just wanted to get the fuck out of there as fast as you could.

It was really a bad ending to a bad night.

And you realized that one thing that you’ve been chasing your entire life could never be yours.

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