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NETFLIX SPECIAL | h. lewis

summary: an episode of the sidemen documentary follows harry around his day to day life with you. [12.3k words.]

pairing: reader x bog (W2S.)

notes: longly anticipated!! i’m so happy it’s done and i’m excited to share it with you!! (i’m so nervous and feel like it’s going to disappoint 😃) hopefully it lives up to your expectations!!!! it was so cute to write and soo long to edit i got a bit lazy so hopefully there isn’t too many mistakes. mentions breakup era. pleaseeee let me know what you think and let me know your favourite moments! much love, don’t forget to reblog! <333

TWO MONTHS.

Two months of lights, cameras, and lack of privacy, eight whole weeks of cameras following you, or in particular, your boyfriend, around.

The Sidemen documentary was coming . . . and you knew your boyfriend was dreading it.

“I don’t like this . . never catch a break from these . . bastard cameras,” you made eye-contact as he was mic’d up, your first official day of filming playing in front of you.

You laughed at his attitude, getting mic’d up yourself with cameras already rolling, you snapped the film clapper closed making him jump, “smile! you’re on camera baby!”

As far as you were aware, each of the boys were getting an episode each containing an hour and a half long of footage of them in their natural habitats, showing what they got up to off-camera, how they behaved off-camera, their home life with loved ones, hanging with friends, staying with family, and sometimes, getting up to no good.

Harry was someone who of course cherished his privacy greatly, dropping social media and cameras whenever he could outside work, he was a live-in-the-moment man with no desire to post everywhere he went and everything he did — so the boys agreeing to this idea was against his own will, and he had no choice but to agree to it when the other six signed the agreement, loving the idea of getting their own reality show, different from the last which just showed the making of the group.

For eight weeks, the boys all had their own camera crew, nothing too OTT as a big professional team most likely took away from the moment and made the whole ordeal less natural, so most camera footage came from ones placed around their homes, with just a couple days a week, a pair following them around if the occasion required them too. They’d then have extra footage to throw all together, jumping from one boy to the other to see what they got up to, already one episode complete with the amount of footage they’d gathered from them all working and hanging together in London.

You couldn’t lie, you were pretty stoked.

You felt like the Kardashians, hoping to get your moment and show everyone just how loveable you were, how you, dare say, could be funnier than your man, and more importantly, were not the heartless cow the little boys following them made you out to be.

You supposed you were excited because you got to show everyone why Harry picked you, why he liked you, and just how well you went together. You wanted to show them how much you loved him, and effortlessly.

Harry and the boys had spoken on how far they agreed to get into it, how deep they would dive into areas and share even more of their lives with the world, and according to him, they were willing to spill most, taking in the fact they didn’t have much . . dirty areas of their lives to uncover. Ethan may have some younger day recollections he may sugar coat, and JJ might not go too overboard on those first paycheck days but Harry felt like his was different than the rest – stuff he wasn’t sure about sharing fully that people probably knew about anyway, most revolving around you . . and the timeframe you split ways.

On one hand, he wanted to say fuck off, it’s nothing to do with anyone, but on the other, he felt like it was a dirty secret he’d have to live with forever, not knowing if telling everyone would make him feel lighter, and he felt like he owed it to you.

You did feel bad for him, but he was in control of what he wanted to share, and you wouldn’t dare say anything he didn’t want you sharing, so you didn’t get the point in it, “it’s your show, you show what you want to show,” you’d told him the day before, “you know I don’t care.”

Not that it mattered, you had a feeling you wouldn’t be in it much, it was Harry’s episode afterall, not yours.

“Do I share these?” he pulled out the massive photobook thrown carelessly in a box under his bed, busting with photos of just the two of you from 2014 to 2018.

The documentary was based around these boys from YouTube, from social media, of course there was gonna be hundreds of clips and photos imported. Just last night, JJ had sent in a snapchat from 2017 he’d said he’d sent to the crew to include on his episode, sending the boys into hysterics of laughter.

You also had the fun job of getting to pick what songs you wanted over some footage, Harry allowing you to do that job as he said you were best at picking songs that fit the moment, so you’d started a list already of 30 songs they could put over your fun, chill moments to add to the carefree vibe. You didn’t think there’d be much heavy songs for Harry’s segment. “Yeah . . just do it.”

I suppose you didn’t have issue with sharing those moments because they only worked in your favor, and it just showed Harry’s . . humane side, I suppose.

Plus, they were still only seeing a fraction of the memories you created together, but it was Harry’s call, and you just wanted to reassure him it wasn’t the biggest deal.

“Why? ‘Cause you look good in them and I don’t?”

“Shut up, man,” you’d rolled your eyes playfully, “you were the internet’s crush back then.”

A lot of footage had been captured back in London and although you appeared in scenes, mostly around the house, it was casual conversation and moments between you, nothing personal or intimate.

Today, you were back in Guernsey and Harry’s family were in the middle of saying their piece in the series:

“As his mother, can you tell us what he was like in school?”

“Did you ever think he’d end up in this type of career?”

“Do you think he’s good at what he does?”

Talking about his upbringing, what he was like as a kid, how he is as a brother, what they thought he’d grow up to be, they liked getting to have their say without Harry interjecting, sitting in a room without him barging in to tell them not to do him dirty with their stories. Big things that played a great part in his life, that made him . . him, of course they had to be discussed.

“Can you tell us what he’s like as a boyfriend, do you think he’s a good partner to y/n?”

Harry’s mum looked around to make sure he wasn’t about before continuing to speak, “—dying about her,” she breathed exaggeratedly, shaking her head, “absolutely dying about her.”

Cameras followed you a lot more than usual that week, capturing clips of you doing the most normal of things, standing by the sink, making a cup of tea, playing with Herb on the floor. It cut to you leaning on the counter, arms folded as you watched Harry faff about for something in his suitcase alongside his mother, watching him get worked up while you stood and watched humorously.

“He . .” she couldn’t explain it, “he honestly — i can’t imagine him with anyone else . . . i can’t visualise them with anyone other than each other, they just fit, I just . . .” she shook her head again, “i just can't imagine another girl sticking him that long - putting up with him the way she does. Nobody will compliment him as well as she does - in the way that she does.”

Everywhere began to play as your photos began to pop up, a small edit of a stack appearing on top of the other, photos from the year you got together until the most recent ones of this year, ones of you in different countries, different events, dressed casually on vacation or smart for a wedding.

“Think they began dating in 2014?” she guessed, “not that he was telling anybody, he was very hush hush as you can imagine . .” she rolled her eyes, more old pictures appearing of the two of you from that year, a fluffy-haired teenage Harry smiling in multiple pics with a fresh-faced girl, full of youth with her full rosy cheeks and bright eyes, wrinkle-free with her signature messy ponytail and frizzy flyaways. A lot of your photos were taken in secret places, from cars when you used to only go out at nights or his room during the day when no-one was home in his house, your aesthetics and styles extremely different from how they were now.

You’d forgotten Jack Wills existed until you saw those photos.

“Never used to let anyone even look at her, you weren’t allowed to speak to her when he brought her home,” Rosie said her bit from the seat in the sofa, “just used to rush up the stairs before we could get the chance to. And I hated him for that ‘cause I was the most excited, I was waiting for the day I got a girl in the family, you know?I wasn’t even 15, I was buzzing at the idea of this person being able to . . be like a big sister to me? I think most girls have that dream of being besties with your brother’s girlfriend, them treating you like you’re older than you are and treating you like a friend rather than a kid.”

It cut to a clip of you curling Rosie’s hair, then another taking pictures of her at the front door, and another of you laughing about something on your phone with glasses of rosé. You could say she got that sister dynamic she always wanted.

“ ♪ Feel the rain on your skin! No one else can feel it for you, only you can let it in! No one else! No one else can speak the words on your lips!—”

You were driving and she was next to you, belting out the words alongside each other while the sun blazed down, dancing with your arms and hands. She was a friend for life.

“Your brother is being a massive dickhead right now, I’m going to kill him when I see him,” it cut to another of you being able to vent to her, biting your knuckle in the passenger seat as she drove you both in her car, nodding whilst checking her blind spot, “yeah, he’s a prick,” she agreed, not even knowing what wrong he’d done.

“—she’s known me since I was 14, she came into my life when I was at that age you kind of distance yourself from your family, you think you’re more grown up that you are and you’re going through changes and you feel alone - she is exactly what every young girl needs at that time, she was a very . . safe space for me and she’ll always be a safe place for me.”

Few images appeared of you both, a lot when Rosie was just a girl when you tagged along on their family holidays and she somehow managed to get Harry out of his room for you two to bond and mess about, taking pictures and helping her with her hair and makeup to take selfies on your phone that was much cooler than hers - not forgetting the trendy filters at the time.

“Harry is very . . .” Rosie struggled to explain her thought process, “he’s a good boyfriend to sum it up, he is very good to her as she is to him, they’re very settled together, but like . .” she was leaning back in the chair, playing with her ponytail in thought, considering she didn’t know a lot of sides of her brother, she could only base her knowledge on her experience around them, and him at certain points in his life, “I think if you knew Harry before y/n . . and when they weren’t together, you wouldn’t expect him to be the boyfriend type? Not in that sense, but like, my brother is so laid back and careless about . . a lot of things, including people.”

It cut to him walking around the kitchen, eating something from his hand as her voice played over, “he’s a dickhead a lot of the time. He can’t do dating. He can’t do high maintenance, granted - he does if y/n requires it,” she giggled, “but he hates people, hates socialisation and meeting new people, he can’t do it,” she almost laughed, not painting her brother the best, “he doesn’t care about stuff like that, he doesn’t have an opinion on marriage, he doesn’t care to have kids ‘til he’s like 40. I think he can be viewed as a very selfish person which I do get, like he wants to live his life and that’s it, which is why I think if you didn’t see him with y/n you would think . . he’d be awful to a girlfriend? Very self-absorbed, not very attentive . . doesn’t care what she gets up to . . . really only cares about himself, like, wouldn’t take a great lot of pride in an other half, like they’d kind of just be someone for him to have when he comes home like . . a convenience I guess?”

Him walking around his kitchen panned out to him approaching you by the island, looking down at the recipe you and his mum were going to make, he appeared behind you, violating your personal space, head almost in your neck as he peered down, still chewing on whatever, and your hand subconsciously slipped into his to take a bit of whatever he was eating as you both observed the page below you, chewing obnoxiously.

“But he worships her. He is a very different person when he’s not with her.”

“—What are you doing you donny?! ‘Av just - what you doin’!!!”

“What?!!!”

“Stop!!!” He pushed you away from the sink.

“I’m putting it in the sink!!!”

“No!! Don’t!!!”

“They are . . a very secure couple.”

It cut to you both standing amongst your friend group, standing the same, swaying side to side, and then smirking at the comment made by a friend before looking at each other knowingly.

“They just make it work.”

You both sat on the sofa, one at each end, your legs over him, his hand massaging your socked foot, your eyes glued to the movie on the TV while his stuck to his phone he had propped up on the arm of the chair to watch the football game. “Effortlessly.”

And then it was Harry in the chair, that look on his face that showed he was not nervous or angry to be doing this bit but . . had been putting it off. “So how did it start?”

He slowly broke out into a smile, eyes closing at the famous question.

The date ran back to 2014, footage showing the old school building and other places around Guernsey you could always be caught at growing up. “Basically we knew each other from school . . that’s where we knew of each other, nothing major. We didn’t speak or anything, just had classes or whatever . .” he sat with his fingers hooked, head low in thought as he sat with his legs spread, trying to think, “she didn’t even like me, she’ll tell you.”

Photos and videos of Harry in his school uniform appeared, of him in class and with friends and of course, that god-annoying video of him trying to be funny by running headfirst at a wall in a changing room. “I was an annoying kid. I was as I am today, probably worse,” he evidently cringed. “Y/n hated school as it was, all her friends left, she didn’t enjoy it very much, she was pretty . . Wednesday Adams coded,” he laughed taking the piss out of you and your heartless youth, “didn’t give a fuck if the person sat beside her in maths died, y’know—”

A pair of socks hit him as he shielded himself with his arms, laughing at your attack and scolding, “now take that back! That’s not true!—”

Photos of you appeared on the screen, taken by old friends who helped get you through the rest of school at the time, sat in class with always a nonchalant judgmental look on your face, an expressionless one in your shirt and tie or one of you sticking your middle fingers up by the front desk as your teacher had their back turnt, taking wayyy too long to find their glasses to read your paper. You were as pretty back then as you were now, having the flex of not having horrifically ugly photos from school, you’d always had your bold features and a natural face, hair always in a messy ponytail. Anyone who saw you knew you wouldn't have been the popular it girl at school, but you were unofficially crowned the prettiest girl in the school by everybody, you were just too . . scary to be the obvious highschool crush . . and as effeminate as her, I guess.

“So we did know of each other beforehand, never interacted though—”

“Did you fancy her?”

Harry dramatically sighed and groaned, rolling his eyes as he fell back in his chair, feeling like the piss was being taken out of him but he didn’t say no to the question. It cut to him sitting up and whispering after you’d gone, rushing a little, “i feel like everyone had this unspoken crush on y/n but we never acted on it ‘cause she had this weird vibe she didn’t give a shit about you, so . .” he quickly explained, “not that you’d tell her that ‘cause she could do without the ego boost, y’know?”

He explained how it basically started over a text he’d sent, not even officially shooting his shot but something that required you to come to his house after you’d spotted each other in a shop a year after you’d both left school. “I saw her when I was out with my mum . . and I think I text her on Instagram or Facebook for something — ‘cause I’d never text her on my own accord, I wasn’t that ballsy,” he cringed again, explaining smoothly, “was I what? Seventeen? NO! Wait! Y/n, weren't I 17?” He asked off camera.

“—16? Think we were 17 that year, no?”

“16?” He questioned, leaning back in his chair. “Fucking hell, was I 16?” He began to laugh, waiting for the crew to work it out, which was right, he wasn’t 17 until that November. “Fuck me, any wonder my mates thought I was a fuckin’ weirdo.”

Jeez.

“Anyway, shoppin’ – we got to talk for a bit and then . . I dunno, we just bumped into each other after that, we always saw each other on nights out and then . . I dunno, I somehow did get the balls to–to ask her to go out with me,” he looked oddly at the camera, “something like that, there’s no proper timeline, it just . . just felt like it happened. It did just happen,” he licked his lip in thought, “one minute she was this girl from school who hated everyone and definitely hated me . . and the next I–I was sat across from her at dinner and going to festivals over the summer and,” he scratched his nose, “ . . . and now I can’t get fucking rid of her!” he threw himself into the sofa in a fake cry, covering his eyes in a distressed manner.

Clips appeared, captured by friends and camera crew, of you both in your unusual couple state of hidden moments of affection and intimacy, like Faith who’d zoomed in on you both talking to each other in your tipsy manners, dressed elegantly for Vik’s wedding, Harry’s hand pulling you into him and not so discreetly dropping to your ass, his evidently drunk smile on his face, eyes creasing as you both snickered together over something funny — not forgetting the caption ‘GET OFF MY WIFE!!!!!!’

Another was a video from your snap memories, the pair of you in bed, Harry’s head under your arm while the other curled under his neck, cradling him at your chest with your thumb stroking downwards from his cheekbone while he, was evidently, rough from his night out, but clearly not suffering too bad with your touch.

And another was from Freezy when it was 2:00AM in Ibiza one year, and an 18-year-old Harry carried you up 5 flights of stairs bridal style in your bikini, after you’d conked out at an after-after-party.

“Most people at that age don’t really want a relationship but . .” he shrugged, “i did. With her.”

A snapchat of you both at 16, running down the paths of Guernsey to his house at 12:00AM in the dark featured, the camera flying around you could hardly hear anything, just laughing ‘cause you were partly scared, and he made it worse by screaming behind you to scare you, which did, ‘cause you screamed back.

And then another of you in his room at his first house, baby faces talking to the camera in his bed, the caption saying something about getting him to watch love island with you.

“—he surprised me, getting into a relationship that young and I did have my doubts . . you know, he’s your average lad, he’s young and he’s making more money than . . anyone at that age for a start,” his dad laughed from his seat, “but . . you know, these boys trips, parties, moving to a different city — they never changed his mind. He’s never been — I don’t even think he had a—a celebrity crush or . . .”

Videos from Christmas of you all sitting at the kitchen table at night, sipping over glasses of Bailey’s and munching on crisps and pretzels with a board game played on the screen. You and Harry were in partnership, and you were tucked right into his side, chewing on your crisps whilst you both drunkly observed the cards in your hands, and then you moved to the left to show his Nan, who hadn’t been playing the game but was helping you out more than Josh and his dad agreed with.

And then the next was another video in the club, quite a suffocating club you could remember, and in the world of the prettiest of girls with their killer bodies, dazzling wardrobes and sexy dance moves they were currently showing off - you were being filmed with your dweeb boyfriend and his chicken-neck dance moves with sunglasses on, your friends laughs, but you too, in your sexy little two piece were mimicking his dance moves, smiling idiotically at each other like you were the only two in the club, ignorant to everyone around you trying to intervene.

“Did you ever think you’d last this long?”

And then it was your turn.

You sat on the sofa, smiling at the lens and thought about your answer.

First, you had to introduce yourself in his story.

“I’ve been with Harry for almost 10 years, we went to the same school although I didn’t like him as much as I would have, had I got to know him . .”

“—perfect example of don’t judge a book by its cover,” the camera zoomed out on you to fling to Harry interrupting, waving his finger at you.

“—well no because you were still really annoying,” you looked at him, fighting to roll your eyes. “We didn’t start going out until we’d left, I was seventeen? I think?”

My girl played over old pictures of a 16-year-old you, your old instagram selfies and school pics taken just before Harry entered your life - before London took over your feed and your social life went from 0 to 100.

The clip cut to you in your house, standing with Harry in the living room with your mum around the corner in the kitchen. Two suitcases lay on the floor, open and overflowing with clothes that needed sorting, trying to sacrifice what was coming home with you and what was staying.

“I’m getting flashbacks,” the woman started, circling the mess on her floor.

You snickered a little, knowing what she was getting at, and found it the perfect subject to focus on whilst the film crew were in your home. “What was that like, like did you not want to kill me.”

“Kill you?! I could’ve trailed you around this whole island and broke my frying pan across you head when you told me!”

Harry secretly laughed too, sharing a glance with you leaning on the fireplace. “I—to be fair, I’d have killed me too.”

“You didn’t get it at the time and you said you knew where I was coming from but you’ll never get where i’m coming from ‘til one day your teenage daughter tells you she’s moving to London —LONDON— with her boyfriend –BOYFRIEND OF BLOODY FIVE MONTHS!—”

“—six months.”

“–shut up,” she threw a t-shirt carelessly behind her to hit the boy, “either way, don’t come crying to me when your child pulls a stunt like that, goodness sake. The balls you had to tell me, not even ask, to tell me—”

You laughed at her, and she laughed too telling the story, but you knew at the time she did probably want to kill you all jokes aside. Call it your biggest rebellion move but hey . . it paid off.

“Were you just scared for me?”

“Of course I was scared but . . I was more scared you were,” she let out a huff, folding a pair of jeans, “diving head first, it was so fast. What if you were dropped sooner than expected and . . I don’t know. You just think of these things when your parent, you always assume the worst! I love you Harry but I had to be prepared incase you broke up with her and I had to fly over and beat you up for making a fool of her and embarrassing her like that!”

“— ♪ heartbreak is one thing, my ego’s another, I beg you don’t embarrass me, motherfucker,” you danced in the kitchen to the song, hand gripping your boy’s arm while the other hung around his neck, waving your finger warningly and poking his chest like there was some truth in the lyrics.

You sister stood in the back too, half-smirking at the discreet telling off you were giving although it seemed like a cutesy little joke.

No, there was truth in the lyrics.

“I wanted to kill you because you aren’t usually that stupid and thick, but you thought this was the brightest idea ever and your little plan sounded clever . . . you didn’t think ahead or take in any ‘what-ifs’, your mind was made up already! No point in arguing with you, you were going whether I said yes or no,” she ranted. “Can’t keep you apart for five minutes!”

“Did you think you’d ever last this long?”

You swayed on your chair, facing the lens in your face and made a face, “. . not at all, no.”

Videos of your first apartment in London began to play and it brought all the nostalgic feels: regular videos of you and Harry appearing in the back of Freezy’s recording or you giving a haul of clothes in your first bedroom; videos that Lux had taken of you passed out on the sofa by 9:00PM after a night out made you laugh but it was the view of the city lit up that stole the show. “Since I was young, I used to hate people my age getting into relationships because I knew it was a waste of time and they got really dramatic about it. When they were together barely a year and acting like a married couple it used to bore me. How do you not realise you are both 17 and are not going to end up together? It just doesn’t work, it’s a normal thing like you’re still so immature at that age and you shouldn’t really settle — so I didn’t count myself any different,” you explained. “I knew I loved Harry and I really did want it to last a long time but mentally I did give it a year in my head ‘til he fucked off and left me for someone else,” you shrugged, “th—that’s just how I thought, I knew he had money, he was young, he was good-looking and girls really fucking fancied him - I wouldn’t have blamed him for tapping out I mean yeah, I would have been heartbroken and I’d probably hate him but as well like, I was being honest with myself, I was 17, I knew it wasn’t that deep. I knew he might not be the one for me.”

Harry playing with Herb took the screen and you sat in the back, watching the dog get hyper, wagging his tail and scraping the floor with his nails.

“Especially with the friend group, like, they used to joke and say he was getting girls and all that in front of me to wind me up but deep down I genuinely expected something to come from them. I think 8 months into dating Harry it must have been like . . . Ayia Napa or Ibiza? He was on a proper lad’s holiday, and I had like, fully accepted my fate. He was going to cheat on me, he was going to break it off - I was fully prepared – I was ready. I was like ‘this is where it ends ‘cause if he’s going to cheat on me, it’s going to be on that holiday, in Ayia Napa, surrounded by his mates who will be egging him on—’”

“Are you home my darlin’?!” keys slid across the counter as Harry kicked the door closed, making eye-contact with the camera in their kitchen and immediately cringed, regretting the pet name.

“—yep! I’m in the room!”

“But he was the one,” you sighed dreamily, visibly warmed, but you did bang your head on the wall, leaning too far back and grabbed your head.

“Ok, see you later, love you.”

“See ya.”

“Love you.”

You continued to the door.

“LOVE YOU!”

“See you later?!”

“LOVE YOU!!!”

You opened the door and proceeded to close it, biting your tongue as you heard a thump of footsteps before Harry’s head poked out from the living room and look at you like you’d grown 20 heads. “Did you not hear me?!”

“What?!” You played dumb.

“I’VE SAID ‘LOVE YOU’ ABOUT 80 FUCKING TIMES!”

“Love you?!” You said back passive-aggressively, trying not to break, and it was even harder when his face fell and formed into a genuine offended and slightly irritated look.

“Are you fucking serious?”

You laughed then, not able to to stay serious as he walked over in his socks and messy hair, phone in hand, you had to lean on the door frame as you cackled. This was exactly how you expected him to go. “I’m joking!” you walked back to him.

“Are you?!” He sassed.

“Yes!” you chuckled, wrapping an arm around his neck, “I heard you, I was just doing it for the cameras,” you laughed, pointing to the one filming you in the hallway, “i’m sorry, i’m sorry,i love you,” you kissed him and his bitchy face, “i’ll see you later.”

“Yeah, just as well,” he grumbled.

“I’ve known Harry since he was a literal kid, bro. Just before he turned 18, we were hanging out, agreed to be roommates, ready to be his brother over in London town,” Calfreezy crossed his leg over the other in the sitting room of the apartment, fingers crossed in concentration, “I brought that guy to his first big nightclub, lads holiday, showed him all the big boy places he could spend his money – y/n if you’re watching, i am not to blame for his gambling habits,” he ruled out, “and he loves it man, it’s Harry bro, he loves a night out and a drink and a good time with friends — but my guy has no interest in girls. Not one inkling and I know it sounds silly ‘cause he’s been cuffed since forever but genuinely like — any other guy that age with that kinda money and attention from girls — he just had this thing – he’s — I mean he doesn’t fucking like anybody! Let us not forget! He doesn’t like people to begin with but . . I think as a longtime friend of his, I’ve seen him go through a lot of phases but the loyalty and . . I think the pure dedication and commitment — I mean this guy - the guy would almost make you think he’s disgusted in women who isn’t his mrs, you know?” he actually laughed, “and he’s always been like that. Any other guy would more than likely give that up and go through girls like a fuckin’ . . pack of cigs. We used to think he was a right twat like we wanted to shake him, he was like a 16-year-old acting like he was married, we were like be young bro! Enjoy life!! We just didn’t want him settling for the first one - no disrespect to y/n but at this time, we y’know, we didn’t know how great she was, we just assumed she was gonna take him from us, deprive us of a fun time with our boy. But I think he always knew it was special . . I think he just knew he found a best friend in it and would never, y’know, dick it up, so big up him for not listening to us.”

Videos of you three in the apartment played, laughing over something in the kitchen, hitting them on the arm. “I have seen the many different versions of that guy but he’s himself most when they’re together. He’s very chilled,” he noted. “I love y/n. I know exactly why Harry’s with her and why it’s worked for so long. She’s a part of our friend group, she’s good with the boys. She has a very loveable soul and they stay the best match I’ve ever encountered.”

Right Here played over a combination of funny snaps of you and the group, the funniest drunk memories caught between you both in clubs, on holiday, random streets of towns being the most unwise pairing, a right pair of dickheads. Falling off chairs, spilling drinks, dancing weirdly or running and swinging from things - there was no time for a backstory to all of them, but the clips alone were enough for viewers to rewind and replay, wishing they could be apart of your friendgroups.

“I’ve never seen two people so suited. It’s disgusting, man,” he finished.

“Don’t freak out . . but we have to get our bloods done next Thursday.”

“NO.”

“Yeah.”

“NO Y/N.”

“Harry, yeah, we have to—”

“NOOOOO—” his fingers gripped his hair before he shoved his face in a pillow, crumbling up into the sofa with a groan, “no, no y/n, I’m not—”

“Listen,” you held up the letter.

“GET THAT AWAY FROM ME, NO!”

“Harry—”

“I’M NOT GOING! YOU KNOW—”

“It’s just a needle, Harry, it takes 10 seconds—”

“NO!”

Cut to you both in the car on your way, Harry’s head leaning on the window, hand stressfully on his temple, silently hyperventilating in his seat while you were driving with a hand patting his thigh every now and then, holding in laughter whilst steering the wheel. “S’okay, don’t worry about it—”

“Please shut up.”

“Does your partner support your career?”

Harry pulled a confused face, itching his ankle in the chair. “Eh?”

“Right, bye, love you,” you kissed cheeks at the drop-off, watching him hop out for the building before indicating back onto the road, singing to yourself, “back home I go, lonely two hours ahead.”

“Oh man, she’s like . . it’s not even in question, obviously she does. It’s something I’ve taken for granted and still probably do at times,” he scratched his beard. “She just took to it as I sort of expected her to and . . yeah. I mean I-I don’t think my ‘lifestyle’” he air-quoted “involves much adaptation I mean, I’m not a fucking footballer, I’m not gone every day, left her with three kids to deal with, embarrass her with cheating rumours in a paper every week, y’know–” he grinned playfully, picking at the armrest, “but I-I understand it’s still not normal. These last couple years more than ever, I see it more as the channel grows and evolves into bigger things: it’s not just filming once a week on a fuckin’ – football pitch or at home in your bedroom anymore, we’re doing what we been doing: big videos, all the side channels, SidePlus now, products and just– fuckin’ everything – it’s a lot. I am gone more but I–I like to think I’ve done pretty well at – working things around us, though. No-one will understand that but trust–trust me! Arguments have been had! I have refused point blank at times ‘cause I’ve felt like I haven’t seen my mrs!” He awkwardly laughed, waving his finger. He felt like he didn’t see his front door sometimes, let alone his girl.

“Do you really want to bring that?” You screwed your face up slightly at a shirt in your hand he was just not going to wear - you knew he wasn’t, and as he stood in front of you, glancing between you both, he realised too because his smile began to grow, inching closer. You threw it in the case anyway with an eye roll, keeping him happy.

“Does it ever get in the way?”

He scratched his chin again, shaking his head, “nah, not that I can think of. We’ve never had an argument over it, I don’t think – which I think just proves her support and . . understanding. I mean I know it’s time consuming, it bores me at times so God knows how she really feels!”

“Has anything ever got in the way of you two?”

Harry’s expression slowly faltered and he paused, glancing to the camera tight-lipped, he visibly bit his tongue in his mouth as music faded.

Silence, and then a black cut.

A mix of old clips, snapchats, videos and vlogs that had since then been deleted began to play, all of which highlighting the bits that may have been small and unnoticeable, actually were part of a bigger, ongoing problem.

The first was a clip from Freezy’s deleted vlog, you and Harry both sat in the booth opposite him but a foot apart, drinks flowing at a bar in the airport, the boys already tipsy, but you’d been too focused on your phone while Cal was egging your man on with some joke. Cal said something, and anyone watching knew he shouldn’t have said it, because the way Harry’s eyes shot to the left to look at you from his seat, yours shot right to look at him, and silent stare down filled the air before Freezy’s laughter cut in. It was the kind of joke you didn’t make around your mrs, but there was more to it that only you and Harry knew about, and anyone watching could tell there was a warning in your eyes.

‘That why you didn’t want me helping with your suitcase’ you’d started a ‘petty’ argument with him just before your flight, your fault that already put a downer on the trip.

You remembered the comments bashed you for that one 10 second clip, how you were a ‘classic woman’, a bitch-faced spoilsport for leaving the table and unable to take a joke — not that it bothered you.

Another was a snap from one for the boys accounts, videoing Harry so far gone, he was unrecognizable with how outward he was being - the center of attention, sunglasses on, ‘dancing’ obnoxiously but it had the group in hysterics, accidentally knocking glasses down and bumping into people just asking for a fight. Joe had recorded your reaction which was funniest of all, standing there clearly not pleased, not enjoying yourself, arms folded with an untouched drink, you forced a smile so you didn’t get slaughtered again online.

You were pretty sure you tried to take Harry to A&E that night because he’d completely fucked up his face with his antics, scared he’d hit his head a certain way, you remembered the blood everywhere, you’d spent ages washing it out of his hair the next morning.

But he wouldn’t let you, warning you not to, that it wasn’t an option and you weren’t allowed to take him. You didn’t understand at first but Freezy had tried to reassure him, telling him ‘it’s fine! It’s fine! Just say you were spiked?!’ — and then it made sense – and Harry wished he’d hit his head harder to knock himself out instead of having to deal with you when you dropped his hand and walked off.

That clip was also there, the boys laughing around Harry on the ground while you walked off, again, painting you as the joykill you were.

The rest were taken from youtube videos, any drug-related comment or innuendo made about him or from him montaging for a minute, finishing with your clip on a podcast about your attitude towards it, “i don’t find any of those . . drug joke as funny moments, funny, I really don’t. You won’t catch me laughing.”

“Get them the fuck—” you threw the mini weighing scales out of your kitchen drawer to fish for the scissors, wondering why you hadn’t thrown them out yet. Actually, you did know why: Harry refused to because they were Supreme, and it was a funny gag gift.

Harry currently sat in the armchair clueless as what to say, scratching his head as he debated where to go with it.

He didn’t want to touch on the topic but . . he felt like he kind of owed it to you . .

“Weee . . . did . . break up for a bit.”

“VIK! FUCK OFF!”

“You’re all fucking me off, I’m actually quitting tomorrow – Simon shUT THE FUCK UP!”

“Ay— HARRY! You just fucking broke that throwing it at the wall you fucking moron! Get fucked! Move! You’re not even fucking funny!”

Videos of his rotten attitude montaged, his foul behavior seeming different this time around when viewers would now realise he was being genuine and not just messing about.

“I was a massive knob.”

He shared his memories he’d sent to friends of him ripping any photos of you off the walls and facing photo frames down, done as a laugh. Other clips of him throwing your things in the bin when he was moving apartments, makeup wipes and bottles of tan, saluting a good riddance for the camera when really he’d get all deep in his head when he’d first found them and taken an hour to make a move.

“I literally was insufferable, wasn’t I?” He watched his mum who had joined him, squeezing in beside him.

“Oh yes. Oh Jesus Christ,” she mumbled the more she began to think about it.

“Nobody wanted him near, he was a — a literal monster,” she got to say when he left. “Genuinely. The fights in this house — there’s no arguing in any of my kids, they all get along; don’t get me wrong, they’re brothers and sister, they have their moments, but all in all they’re close. They back each other and they get on. At that time—”

Rosie had the most videos from those years when she’d secretly film her brother being a spoiled little twat who argued with anyone going. It was the funniest thing in the world for them to watch back, seeing his bitchy self start an argument with the dog at that point.

She’d zoom in on his oh-so-punchable face and record him have a hissy fit in his dressing gown with their younger brother, Josh, who turned to shoot a look at Rosie at the time to see if she was witnessing that moment then.

“I was kept out of that whole thing, I never got any details but Harry was open and did say it was more so on his part or he he was a dick or something, which, personally, to me sounds about right if it’s between him and y/n,” she shrugged, not wanting to get into it too much either. “I did have my suspicions but to be honest, i’ve never really wanted to know, and even then, there was no asking anyway or you got blown up in your fuckin’ face,” she made a face at the camera.

“When we broke up, my life genuinely flipped, I was so lost on what to do, I literally did not know where I went from there. I forgot who I was for a moment,” you sat in the chair all cozy. “I think I went through multiple identity crises, became an alcoholic, gave my whole family PTSD and spent a million pound on holidays and holiday insurance,” you listed with your fingers. “I transformed into a different person.”

And then Escapism played, and your photos and videos began to play, your hot pics on one of many vacations and recorded memories from friends capturing you in your single era, singing, dancing, living life up as a freed woman.

“If you look at my socials, you’ll think I look like I’m living my best life - like I escaped a horrendous marriage. My media is the definition of a hot girl summer all year around. I made amazing memories and reconnected with so many friends and saw so many different places together and it was the best time, I did find the light at that time, but . . I’m given more credit that I’m due because I was really not that girl all the time. I was really weak and struggled to adjust to my new normal for a long time. I cried a lot,” the camera panned in on your face for your blunt fact, likely to become a relatable meme, “‘n yeah, I was not as I appeared after those holidays ended, I was sad and I missed him. A lot.”

Your own personal videos began to play, ones from your saves, some from your sister as she had hellaaa videos of you during this time as she’d seen it as the biggest pisstake ever. She was like Rosie, secretly recording you starting arguments but more likely - crying to your mum in the midst of an argument ‘cause you were easily set off.

Most were the ones from home as you’d moved back, and everywhere you went, no matter what you were doing, your aura was negative. Always looking lonely. Dress fittings for your cousin's wedding or sitting at your Nan’s 75th birthday, you could tell you were trying to not dampen the mood but you could tell even surrounded by your loving family members, you were still blue and missing a piece of yourself. When you pointed out you were going through a breakup, it was easy to spot in photos and videos.

The funny ones were when you picked your sister up from school, and she always filmed herself singing your breakup bangers together.

“It was a hard timeframe . . and I didn’t ever think we’d ever get back together. like, if we did, it’d fizzle out quickly after, probably worse. It’s a tricky thing to explain because it didn’t end on bad terms but it did in some ways . . and it wasn’t immediate either but it was . . ? I don’t know. I can’t explain it. It was a little messy and it still doesn’t make sense in some areas but . . we got over it and that’s what matters, but it was a big grey area in my life. It’s like falling out with your best mate. I really had to like, rebrand my life,” you raised your brows at the camera. “But there was no . . bad blood between us. I was angry for reasons but I never ever hated him. I never talked bad about him or the boys in general, my side of the street was kept clean. I still cared about him and worried a lot about him, actually.”

Much happier songs played over memories from when you got back to your London life, enjoying the bottomless brunches on balconies and going on runs with your girls under the bridge, you did show the brighter side to it. “Eventually I did get over it, I guess. Still, I thought about him the odd time but I was done being sad. I think we were broke up like . . almost 2 years or som—”

“–were like a year and a half, not even—”

“Ok, a year and a half,” you rolled your eyes back.

Jamming to more songs in the car, more girls holidays, more clubs, more drinking and more new people. “I think it was good to have that time apart and see what life was like when living it entirely for yourself. A lot of issues can come from getting into a relationship quite young and people often forget who they are but I think it was more just finding that again and taking that leap whilst you have no restrictions or responsibilities, y’know? I had no rent to pay for a bit, was out of work for a while, I took that time to spend money and make memories and be on my own for a bit, just as Harry did. We can laugh about it now . . I think.”

When you’re drunk and soppy, maybe it’s the latter.

It cut to a snapchat of the very blond laid on his sofa, hungover and hanging out his arse, contemplating his life choices with his hand on his head whilst Freezy sat and recorded him from the other sofa, laughing his head off at his mate’s contemplation. “I hate being single, I hate hate HATE it. I fucking hate drinking, i’m not going out again, ever in my fucking life . . . what am I even doing? Why did I do that? You can — please fucking shoot me the next time I suggest that, I want you to kill me before that. Never bring me outdoors again, I’m never leaving this room again.”

“Doesn’t matter what we did in that timeframe apart, I think we’ve filled each other in on every little second we lived apart, there’s no secrets, no bitterness — we know all the girls holidays, lads holidays, the stories just get told naturally.”

“AH! Don’t add that photo!” You squealed, unplugging your phone from the laptop downloading your data.

“How did you guys end up talking again?”

“I used to play this when I was broke up with your brother,” you and Rosie jammed to I’ll Be Thinking Bout You on your way back from the store, dancing like that banger like it was just released.

“We basically got to talking and . . met up. Talked. A lot of talking,” Harry explained with his leg crossed, “it wasn’t like we got straight back together, it was a longgg process. I didn’t even think it would happen, as much as I wanted that to happen — I didn’t actually think it would. I didn’t even think she’d agree to meet up.”

About You played over the scenery of London around the area you and Harry had met up at a little over four years ago, after you, did in fact, hold on and hope that you found your way back in the end. “I realllly didn’t want to go, I was a bundle of ner— I actually— this is funny, because I thought at the time, right, I was just gonna run into him and talk and be very mature and hear him out and then . . go home and get on with life and be normal like it was nothing. I was thinking it was gonna be like a job interview,” you were really laughing at this point, “mate, when I tell you,” you were crying from laughter but also maybe because of the bittersweet memory that pulled at your heart, “I had game face on, ready to be all professional and then — it’s like you’re just sucked back to the beginning like the walls come crumbling down . . I was 17 again. Literally lovestruck. I literally got a kick in the face of these feelings I thought I’d never have again. It was like everything was erased and I was just looking at him like . .”

“♪ And the love kickstarts again,” Harry sang from the kitchen.

Little photos from your rekindling era played next and it was sweet to see. Taken in 2020, just before Lockdown, when you started talking again and going for coffees . . and then it was games and activities . . and then it was games and activities with dinner and drinks — and then you were back to square one.

The photos were mostly selfies of you both in dark places as you were still keeping things on the DL and the thought do your friends or family coming across them was terrifying. “I enjoyed Lockdown given the circumstances, it feels like it was yesterday but I feel like we got back together . . 10 years ago,” he chuckled, “it feels like we were never even apart, we spent Lockdown together and . .” he shrugged, “mate I fuckin’ loved Lockdown,” he chuckled, “it was perfect like -not perfect obviously- but I mean we got to be young again, living at home, no work to do – I know I shouldn’t say it so much but I really did love Lockdown.”

“Our normal came back while the rest of the world was all over the place,” you itched your ankle.

“Right, bend over,” you instructed, holding up a belt from your suitcase, “you know the drill.” He laughed, a clip of you both talking about the competition you had over who could take a whip better on a podcast playing afterward, giving context.

“She keeps you humbled, doesn’t she!” Harry’s Mum called.

He just looked at the camera without needing to say anything.

“I’ve never been so grateful for someone like that, she is very important to him and important to his . . growth? He moved out quite young as you know and we haven't always been there to maybe keep an eye on him, per say, ‘n keep him grounded but she has,” his mum ranted, “I’ve always loved the fact she’s kept a normal life and normal jobs and strived to keep that normality y'know? I admire her for that and her independence because she could have easily dropped and been a . . stay-at-home girlfriend,” she laughed, “he has no hold over her that way and it shows she doesn’t care what what he does and how much he makes, and I think it also subconsciously keeps Harry grounded, y’know, he always thinks twice about things he might do or say. . .”

“Yeah she influences my perspective,” Harry rubbed his eye, not really paying attention, “you can’t impress her with money, you can’t bribe her with anything, she’s–she’s someone I need around, yeah.”

“How do you think things would be if she maybe didn’t get along with your career / lifestyle?”

“Pffft,” Harry let out a breath, scratching behind his ear. “There’s–there’s a funny answer and there is the honest answer.”

It was a simple answer. It was the same one he’d had since before his first big cheque and the same since his latest one. He probably had it before he’d even joined the Sidemen.

“Oh he would.” His mum answered.

“Yes. Definitely,” Rosie agreed. “He’ll pretend he wouldn’t but definitely. Absolutely.”

“I think he’d pretend he wouldn’t but I think he would,” Josh fixed his hair.

Nobody would understand the depths to your relationship, how you’d been there for each other during the highs and lows, as a safety net and shoulder to cry on, stuff that would never hear the light of day on the internet. They’d never hear about getting through those hard days together when a loved one passed or when you were in the most manic meltdown over life in general - you had each other and that was all you needed. You’d sensed that pretty early on, but it showed the most on those long days, whether holding each other during a loved ones funeral or stroking their hair from a hospital bed - which most of the time had always been you lying in the bed, the last time being when your appendix had burst.

You never knew something like that could be life-threatening as it was until it happened to you.

The day before, you’d felt like shit, blaming it on the bug, you felt like you’d had a fever while also shaking with the cold; you felt sick and your stomach was in knots, hurting even when you coughed.

You’d brushed it off and gone to bed with painkillers, only to wake up the next morning in 10 times worse agony. You couldn’t even sit up, your stomach ached like never before, especially on the right side.

You had no clue what was wrong, but Harry remembered how you looked, how you trembled and had sweat dripping down your face, how you were breathless and burning up. He had to trail you to sit and stand from bed. When he watched you almost faint he wasted no time picking you up and driving you to the hospital, not trusting an ambulance to be able to find the house in time.

To cut a long story short, your appendix had burst, and as most know, a burst appendix left untreated can cause infection (like Peritonitis) and cause serious complications, and you can even die.

Your issue was . . you had caught Peritonitis.

It was slightly complicated because you had left it later than ideally and although complications were being dealt with, you were frightened for yourself in the long run - what if you got organ failure? What if your fertility was fucked? What if your life expectancy had 20 years chopped off?

You had surgery and it was all well and good now, but at the time - it was really fucking scary.

You felt out of the loop and confused what was happening. You were terrified, but if there was one person who managed to make your biggest worries sound stupidly minuscule - it was your Harry.

You were in pain days after your surgery and just wanted to cry all the time - you did cry all the time, and the many what if’s just made you stress more.

Harry had said he wanted to punch the doctor for running you through all the precautions and possibilities while you were sobbing tears as it was, but you knew he just had to tell you even if they didn’t all apply to you - he was just going over the depth of your situation and why he’d need to check up on your for the coming weeks after.

Really, it was more worries to fill your head with.

You remembered him saying about internal organs being damaged, organ failure being a thing, life expectancy wouldn’t be impacted, pain and bruising, fertility potentially being impacted if blocked fallopian tubes appear and a bunch of other stuff that just made you want to roll off that hospital bed.

“It’s so sore,” your eyes were painfully heavy from crying and your stomach only hurt more with the subtle jumps you gave between breaths.

You clung to Harry’s arm, wrapped around, cuddling it as he sat next to your bed, also tired, his anxiety just as bad as yours.

He’d never seen you in this state and he absolutely hated it. Your parents were on holiday, your mum not able to come comfort you, and you didn’t want anyone else to see you anyway. His heart broke the entire time and he begged he got the pain instead of you, physically and emotionally. “My head is so sore,” you whined more, hand covered your eyes. That was from the crying.

“I know, darlin’, I know, you need to calm down and just breathe, you’re alright now, you can’t do anymore, we just have to wait and see,” he used his other hand to stroke your head, swiping the hair from your face and soothe your thumping head.

“It’s so sore,” you felt disgusting in your body anyway at the thought of a dirty infection creeping through your system, but the pain in your abdomen was still fresh.

“Y/n, it’s only been a few hours, it is going to be sore,” Harry tried not to seem inattentive, tickling his thumb over your forehead and beginning to stroke your eyebrow. You tried to relax.

He passed you water, hoping it’d help with the headache, and took it back as you cuddled more into his arm, your sad frown not budging.

He didn’t want you to cry, but he didn’t like when you went quiet, either. “Stop thinking.”

“What if my tubes are impacted?”

His heart crushed at your tone, broken and hopeless, like you’d already accepted your fate.

“Y/n, as long as he didn’t say you have 10 days to live, I don’t really give a fuck about the rest.”

You knew Harry had an underlining of anger, whether it was because he was scared or for not going to hospital sooner. He’d told you to go the moment he saw you discolored and you refused, reassuring you’d be fine the next day. You’d always brushed off things like that, refused to phone in sick to work or get something checked out, although in fairness, you usually were always fine the next day or so, this time just had to do you wrong.

You didn’t mean to be annoying, but now you felt like you were putting your future at risk being so careless. “But what if they are . .”

The doctors told you they couldn’t see any issue with any of your organs during check-ups, including your reproductive system, but you always had that fear and what-if moments, although you never went to fully look into it to make sure.

It didn’t matter to Harry anyway, and overtime he effortlessly made you not care either - not in a careless manner but he’d proved to you that even if it was just the two of you forever - you’d be fine with that; that it was appealing anyway.

“You need to stop thinking there’s something wrong with you. I told you as long as you’re ok, that’s all that matters. That’s my priority. I’m not leaving you if they had to take away all your toes, your eyes, if you had to be in a wheelchair for fuck sake. I told you if we can’t have them naturally then we’ll adopt but I’m not thinking about that right now, y/n. You should just be focusing on getting better and stop waiting for the worst. You’re just stressing yourself out for no reason.”

He was tough with you and you needed it. You’d be the same with him.

“You’re lucky you didn’t faint and hit your bloody head,” he breathed, replaying you losing your footing in the house and scraping the counter with your hand to try and catch yourself. He didn’t know what he’d do in that situation. He’d probably collapse right after you. “You’re so fucking lucky.”

You could feel your lip wobbling as he spoke to you, realising just how much you worried him.

And how much he loved you.

You squeezed his hand. “You make me sound like an ungrateful cow.”

“You are an ungrateful cow,” he said seriously, but then you felt his lips on your cheek, kissing you affectionately over and over again ‘til you gave a small giggle. You could feel his smile on your face too. “Never scare me again like that, you witch,” he’d said, before continuing.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

You wrapped your arm around his head, pulling him as close as the bed allowed you, holding your boy who squeezed you (gently) back. “I love you so much Harry.”

“Not as much as I love you, girl,” he muffled in your hair, kissing you again and again.

“This was me just over a week after my appendix burst,” you held up your phone for the camera focus on, a stunning image of you standing at the stairwell of a club, dressed beautifully for the event in your shimmering short skirt and top, looking like a model posing for a magazine cover with your long crossed legs on display, “–when I nearly died. Well, I didn’t really nearly die but it was serious,” you scrolled through the next couple images, showing the one of you and Harry posing together at the bottom of the staircase, noses an inch apart and smiling wholeheartedly at each other. “Oop, this one’s too lovey dovey,” you said just as he threw himself down next to you on the sofa, throwing an arm over your shoulder, you laughed, “that’s our rule, if it’s too lovey dovey, it doesn’t get posted,” you snorted, leaning into his embrace.

And he’d been with you through recovery, just as he he’d been by your side when you had your wisdom teeth removed, broken your leg, broken your arm, had your kidney removed, gotten spiked, caught covid - he was always there to pick you up. Help you walk if you needed to, help cut your food up, to shower, drive you around or stop you from saying the craziest shit when you were doped up.

He had your back, and you had his, although, in this sense, he seemed to sound the more sensible one, which if you know Harry, is very fucking hard to believe.

Harry sighed in thought as he tried to tiptoe around the previously asked question, bouncing his leg annoyingly high, “i-it’s hard because I know I always sound like I don’t give a fuck about the boys and the channel and I’m overworked and I’m done with making videos – i-i am gratful I’m not gonna get into that but y’know,” great, waffle.

“If we agreed to end it now, I’d have no problem, like, I-I wouldn’t be mad about it. I’m old. I’m ready to, y’know, I’d move back here and think about what I want to do next with my life,” he scruffied his hair, “you can only do it for so long.”

“If you had to choose between the two though—”

“—fuuck sakee,” he groaned.

Why did they want him to be a simp so bad?

“I think . . if I knew . . my lady was getting fed up with my work, and feeling like it was getting in the way of things, or impacting my mood too much, because it does sometimes,” he gave a knowing look to the camera, recalling the many times he came home snarky and cold from a video that didn’t go his way or even filming too long, “I—I would agree to stop, yeah. I would know when to stop.”

You making the bed back home aired the screen, tidying it up and placing belongings on your bedside tables fans would be pointing out in fan account. Harry stood talking with you, discussing something about what he would wear to an upcoming wedding as you put your clean laundry in your drawers.

“Maybe that should be my excuse!” He laughed, the idea shining brightly in his head.

Plating your dinner in the kitchen, pouring a small amount of sauce over it, making it look all neat and presentable while steam was still coming off it had viewers wishing they had you to cook for them everyday.

“At the end of the day, an ideal life for me doesn’t involve work. If I missed it, I would go back to it but on my terms. I want to move out of London, move back to Guernsey. I want to raise my family there. I want to travel any time I want, spend time with my family and friends without a camera in my face all the time. I don’t look forward to coming home to work everyday, the channel doesn’t greet me home every day, it’s not gonna grow old with me and-and have a family with me!”

And more wholesome clips played of Harry’s life with you. Videoed moments at festivals, on vacation, riding jet skis and sleeping on planes together. Partying with friends, cheering him on at charity matches and overdoing every birthday, moments when Harry walked into your bedroom with a cake in one hand and Herb in the other, cards and gift bags on his wrist - purposely singing badly. Mauling a kebab after a night out, laughing at how messy you both are but not caring ‘cause you’re in your own house. Ones of you cracking smiles in hospital, shopping together in town and chilling in your family backyard, waiting on the barbecue. Harry trying to open a bottle of champagne over you on Valentines, shoving the last bit of food in your mouths from going out to dinner, being weird in the living room after sharing two bottles of wine and joining each other on Christmas Day after being with your own families.

“I can’t believe he’s getting married.”

“I know! I’m going to cry seeing them together—” you awed at the idea of Simon and Talia on their big day. You were packing for the airport, making sure you had everything, most importantly, your dress and Harry’s fit. You’d do the same 100 times for Vic and Ellie’s, packing back-ups so you didn’t embarrass them with your underdressed attire if accidents happened.

“Then The Big 123 next,” Harry chuckled, grabbing the jacket you tossed him. “WhO nExT?”

“Tell me about it,” you stuffed your makeup bag inside, “I mean a diamond on my finger wouldn’t hurt,” you bit your tongue to hide your snigger, the camera catching Harry’s amused but tired eye roll.

“No, but it’d hurt my wallet,” he threw your bra at your head.

“Well Boggy, clock’s tickin!”

“And what? You gonna piss off if you don’t get what you want?” He smirked, craning his neck in disbelief at you. You’d never been pushy for a ring but maybe it was all weddings going on you were getting FOMO.

You shrugged playfully, folding a shirt, “look, I know ten other guys who’d already have that rock around my finger.”

“Yeah well, I’ll get you both a rock and tie it to your necks and drop you in the ocean, how’s that sound?” He pranced over the piles of clothes to quickly leave you laughing by yourself in the room, no longer interested in the convo.

The next bit had your journey traveling to Italy to the Minter wedding, reunited with the boys and getting ready for the reception. The ceremony wasn’t filmed but the moments after when music was playing and drinks were flowing and laughs between friends were being shared, had been. Quick shots of you sat on Harry’s lap, dancing with Faith, somehow behind the DJ booth and getting loved up on Harry as he tickled your neck with kisses behind you, fingers interlocked over your shoulder.

. . and then ‘serenading’ him with your 7th glass of prosecco in hand . . . and him reciprocating.

“—♪ LISTEN BABY! AIN’T NO MOUNTAIN HIGH! AIN'T NO VALLEY LOW, AIN'T NO RIVER WIIIDE ENOUGH BABY!”

“♪ IF YOU NEED ME, CALL ME! NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE! NO MATTER HOW FAR!”

“–♪ DON'T WORRY BABY!”

“♪ JUST CALL MY NAME, I’LL BE THERE IN A HURRY, YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY!—”

“—♪ CUS BABY THERE AIN’T NO MOUNTAIN HIGH ENOUGH!”

It was entertainment for the guests, friends laughing and family members of the happy couple witnessing the reason for friendships. “—♪ TO KEEP ME FROM GETTING TO YOU, BABY!”

“I do want to get married . . .” Harry shot a look at the camera from the living room sofa, telling the camera he most definitely did not want to get married. “Y/n wants to get married,” he corrected. “I have no issue getting married, it’s nothing to do with assets or fear of commitment or–or any shit like that, it’s the actual wedding part.”

“Tell your son to propose to me already,” you picked at the dinner as it was to be dished, his mum copying you and smiling at the comment.

“Fuck off y/n!” He responded.

“Get a nice holiday booked and do it, love,” she told him casually.

“We’re just back from Italy and Dubai and doing Amaterdam next week! Give me a minute to breathe!”

“Did my best,” she looked at you.

“Where do you see yourself in five years time?”

“Where do I see myself in five year’s time? Hmph.”

The blond thought, trying not to deep it but it was quite a big question.

“I’m not gonna say about the channel being done ‘cause I’ve said that for ages and if we haven’t stopped after 10 years then I don’t know. I can see it slowing down, and I’d be ok with that. I wouldn’t mind doing the odd one every now and again but definitely slowed down with work.” He tried to calculate his age next. “I think I should be married by then . . maybe a kid, maybe.”

You and Harry at Simon and Talia’s wedding stood at the practice dinner, Olive in your arms, laughing away at you and Harry smothering her in attention. Effortlessly making her laugh and hide under your chin with cackles, Harry couldn’t believe a baby this young could be so pleasant. You both looked at her so lovingly and she was so happy being left with you both while Ethan and Faith got to mingle at the bar.

“Kids are so needy though, man,” he rubbed his eye, “mm, five years, yeah maybe one,” he gave in, “new house, maybe married, maybe a kid - I’m saying maybe in case it doesn’t happen. Would I like it to? I mean,” he looked up, shrugging, “not that i’d rush anything but yeah, I’d be happy. I am excited for that stage but I do still enjoy what’s left of my youth . . but I do want a family and I want to grow old with y/n and our kids on a farm . . with chickens and dogs . . and be done with work. If my life is like that in five years, I would not be complaining.”

Harry’s mum put away the dishes after you had washed them, joining your man on the couch after dinner, you threw yourself under his arm as he focused on the match, instinctively pulling you close as you began flicking on your phone. Your natural habitat.

“I’m happy with how things are at the minute though. I moan a lot but I wouldn’t change a thing for now. I’m happy,” he smiled, sending a genuine look to the lens. “Check-in in five years and see where I’m at.”

guys there was a fic in which the reader and harry quarantine together and like they smoked and shit and the reader gave him a tattoo and they were like childhood friends but i can't find it now :')

i think it was somehow related to watermelon sugar since he said that the reader should've been in the music video but idk

harry styles

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The soft sounds of the far away waves sent relief washing over her, clutching onto her walking stick tighter at the sound of footsteps nearing her. Angelica stepped further to the side in case the person behind her needed to get by, her curls bouncing on her face from the sudden gust of wind that blew over her. Much to her dismay the footsteps didn't stop, they seemed to linger behind the small girl. Pushing her dark sunglasses further up the bridge of her nose, taking large steps down the familiar sidewalk. Her body was slightly tense at the now mocking footsteps, trying to ignore the uncertainty climbing up her chest. Angelica swiveled on her heels, standing in front of whatever it may be that was following her, the footsteps came to an abrupt stop not too far from her. She tightened her grip on her walking stick, preparing to unsheathe the sword within it in case the figure wanted to try anything on the girl. Angelica ignored blobs of moving shapes and dark spots in front of her eyes, something she had grown quite used to and tried to peer at him through the smallest little amount of light her eyes let her see.

"Look, I don't know if you've noticed but if you wanted to try to rob me you could have easily done so. Don't have much except for my phone, and my lovely walking stick but it's rather odd having you follow me around like a lost puppy," Angelica spoke out loud, her voice coming out clear in the cool night the figure standing before her seemed surprised to hear those words come from her mouth. Harry eyed the girl in front of him, her curls coming to rest a little above her shoulders hiding that perfect neck of hers that he had seen in the bakery. When he walked in to taste whatever it may have been that smelled so nicely, he never expected it to be the sweet girl with the gorgeous curls. His mouth nearly watered when he followed her down the sidewalk in the empty time of night, her scent intoxicating him, the smell of cinnamon and honey lingered around her body and he couldn't stop himself from wanting to take a nibble. His ring cladded hands came out of his pockets, crossing his arms across his chest at the sight of the unwavering girl before him. Harry was confused at the use of the stick, wanting to know why a little human was carrying around such a large piece of wood.

"Why do you carry a stick around? Looks rather stupid. On the other hand...I don't remember reading about this, is this new to your species?" His thick accent sent her body into a whirlwind of different emotions, confused at his use of words. Species? Is this dude Russian or something? Angelica was very lost, taking a step towards the odd man ignoring the ever growing tension.

"I'm blind. You know what that is right? I can't see you, or anything in this world. Only small amounts of light, but nothing more. That's why I carry around a stick, thank you very much" She explained, taking another step towards him catching scent of a small hint of mint coming from the husky voiced guy. Angelica noticed the guy hadn't made any advances on her quite yet, but she didn't let her guard down.

"You can't see me? Hmm... this is relatively new," Before she could utter anything, a small gust of wind came rushing onto her flushed skin, the sensation of a pair of large hands grabbing her arms caught her attention. The mint she had gotten a whiff of was significantly stronger, his warm breath fanning over her exposed neck the young girl closed her eyes out of fear. Untwisting the lid off her sword carefully, letting the wooden lid fall onto the concrete the soft sound of clanging filled the silence. Harry noticed the glinting metal the second the cover came off the wood, stepping away from her as far he could to get the stinging sensation coursing through his body to stop. She stood in a defensive stance holding the sword expertly in her hands, turning her face all sorts of directions at the sound of any small sound in the night. Angelica clenched her jaw at the sound of a small twig snap sent her sword swinging in the direction, the heavy metal swishing through the air.

"Love... don't be foolish. Let me have a bite and I'll consider letting you live-"

"How comforting!"

"Little human-"

"Don’t call me little human you inconsiderate shrimp!" Angelica growled, her grip tightening on the sword as she turned to where she last heard his voice. Her feet sent her walking towards the shuffling footsteps, breaking into a full sprint as he ran further away from her. She knew every little tree, twig and rock in this forest so she had no trouble getting around the plush area. Holding her hand out a small vibrating coming from her hands, the sound of her wooden cover rapidly cutting through the air filled the silence in the forest, clutching the cover back onto her sword standing in an open clearing waiting for the mysterious British boy to appear once again.

"What are you doing out here, doll? Don't you know of all the dangers laying in these woods? Tsk tsk... might have to teach you a lesson," Another voice rumbled from behind her, having a similar voice to the other guy but she quickly noticed that they were not the same person. As quick as she could let out a small breath, the cold man had a tight grip on her moving her body away from the glinting silver pulling her as close to him as humanly possible. The feeling of her walking stick being tossed aside onto the plush grass sent shivers down her spine, feeling more defenseless than she had earlier. She felt his hair tickling her jaw as he leaned close to her bare neck much like the man before him had done, taking a large whiff of her intoxicating scent. Silence overcame her as she waited for his next move, tensing almost immediately as the warm sensation of his tongue licking at a small area of her neck. Liam growled softly, enjoying the taste of her intoxicating scent on his warm tongue. One of his hands was wrapped around her waist, while the other was supporting her head exposing her neck. Bringing her warm body against his stone cold body once more, ignoring the way her body tensed when her body came in contact with his.

"Bloody hell... you taste amazing, doll." Angelica closed her eyes, trying to regulate her heavy breathing. His lips pressed a gentle kiss to her neck directly over where he left a wet spot on her neck, sinking his awaiting teeth into her neck. The taste of blood made it's way to his mouth, groaning at the sweet taste of the never ending crimson liquid trickling from her neck. She tasted super sweet with a small tang but he couldn't get enough of it, trying to take the biggest drink from her as he could. Angelica put two and two together, cursing herself for bumping into a vampire of all people, trying to blink away the stinging sensation making it's way all over her body. Writhing slightly in his hold feeling herself growing weaker the longer he spent sucking on her neck, his hands tightening around her making the young girl whimper.

"Liam. Drop her this instant," The familiar sound of the British guys voice made its away into her ears, his voice sounding rather far away. Liam withdrew his teeth from her soft flesh, letting her body crumple to the floor. Angelica winced softly at the feeling of the rough ground come in contact with her body, trying to regain her consciousness from the slight dazed state she was currently in. Her hands felt around the ground for her walking stick, making her way around her surroundings ignoring the footsteps from the two guys above her, the tip of her pinkie brushing against the humming wood tugging the familiar weapon into her embrace.

"She was mine... "

"You were nowhere around, sir. Your scent was nowhere on her, so I figured-"

"Well you thought wrong. Go before I do something I regret," Almost as quick as he had appeared, Liam disappeared into the night sky leaving only the crumpled girl on the ground and the menacing vampire looming over her. She heaved herself off the floor, pushing through the dizziness that tried to wash over her.

"I apologize for Liam, love. He has no control. He's still new to the pack, so please let me apologize on his behalf," Angelica almost lashed out on the guy but held herself back, knowing she wouldn't be any better than the guy who decided to sink his teeth into her neck. She felt herself nodding softly, clutching her cane tightly knowing it was best to keep her distance to matter how much her body yearned to be in his bubble once again.

“Could I ask a favor of you?”

“Anything, love”

“Could you help me get back home?” Angelica hated herself for asking, but her sense of direction was all messed up after getting thrown every which way. Her hands tensed up as the boy was at her side in an instant, his hand resting on the small of her back as all she felt was the harsh wind slapping against her face.

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valentine ~ h.s 

i listened to valentine by laufey while writing this. and i highly recommend you do as well. this got me all in my feels and i hope it does the same for you :3

i've rejected affection for years

and years

"you absolutely amaze me. you can't just do that to people,"

"and why not? it's my life- and last i checked i could do whatever the hell i wanted." you retorted back at your best friend who was shaking her head at you. you were spending your day off of work with one of your closest friends, secretly trying to make her head explode with your mind from all of her cristisim. your feet dangling on the back of the couch swiping through your phone, popping another grape into your mouth.

the tall girl was getting onto you for rejecting a guy who had been pining over you since you were 15. you guys had been playfully flirting with one another for some time, but you personally didn't take him seriously up until last year.

the two of you had gone on a couple dates, and while he thought things were going great, you just couldn't see yourself with him. hence the beginnings of this conversation because she had just found out that you had flat out stopped responding to the guy after he had said something that had irked you the week before.

"he's literally perfect for you! he's got the same sense of humor as you. he loves being outside. AND he wants kids."

"honey, i know you're trying to be helpful, but it's not that simple. i tried. i really did, but i couldn't. i just know when things click. i can feel them falling into place. but we were just a little too similar. we were butting heads, even this early into the relationship. he was hardheaded, so am i," sighing as you threw your phone down on the floor, your fluffy rug cushioning its fall. bringing yourself to get off the comfort of your sofa. padding into the kitchen, while speaking over your shoulder as you refilled your bowl with more snacks. "i'm indecisive, and so is he. the entire car ride was spent with us saying 'oh i don't mind' 'whatever you want' 'it's up to you'. it drove me INSANE. and i figured he would finally get the message. hey! I really don't like you, and maybe next time think about what you're saying before telling me you were expecting something different with me. stupid asshole..."

"i think it's just cause you're picky. you guys would have made cute babies,"

"if you like him so much, then why don't you date him?" the slight jab made her throw her pillow at you, a loud laugh leaving your lips. grabbing the biggest cube of cheese you could find on your bowl, chunking it at her face a cackle leaving the both of you guys' lips.

now i have, and damn it

its kind of weird

"hey, honey..." the sound of your nickname rolling off your boys tongue made you smile softly, turning to face the brunette whose face was currently smushed against the sofa. you eyed his sleepy frame, feeling your heart melt as you saw all of his bouncy curls sticking out from his hoodie. "i miss you."

a soft scoff left your lips, quirking an eyebrow up at him. you set down your batter covered spoon, crossing your arms across your chest feigning annoyance. harry had just woken up from a nap, his eyes still puffy. he just kept on smiling up at you, your facade crumbling with every second you spent looking at his face. shaking your head at the boy, strands of your hair falling onto your forehead.

"you're crazy, h."

"crazy for you." it was almost laughable how quickly that boy was able to respond to your comments with cheesy lines. even after a year, he still treated you exactly like he had in the early weeks of your relationship. taking it upon himself to woo you every chance he got.

you tossed the rag you had used to wipe off cookie dough from your arms, the dark red fabric plopping on his head of curls. "mmm. those cookies smell delicious, honey…red velvet?"

"your favorite." making your way over to harry, running your arms over his as you wrapped them around him. swatting the rag off his head, his green eyes popping out from behind the rag a playful glint in them. he adjusted his position to where he was sitting up, trying to drag you closer to him. "h, baby, i'm trying not to burn cookies over here."

"the quicker you get over here the quicker you get back to the cookies," he teased, his voice still raspy from having woken up. you allowed the brunette to tug you onto his lap, your knees on either side of his waist nearly melting into him due to how warm and cozy he was. his hands quickly finding their place on the small of your back, his thumbs rubbing over the exposed skin a small shiver made its way up your spine.

"you know- i feel like you do this on purpose. you get all nice and comfy, so whenever you wanna cuddle me you just pull me in; knowing damn well i can't resist you. and next thing you know, i'll never want to leave."

"that's the plan, lovey." a small flutter made its way to your chest, blush dusting your cheeks as you nuzzled into his face pressing a soft kiss onto his forehead. harry let out a noise of appreciation, nudging your nose with his as he tugged you closer. "your mouth smells like chocolate... were you eating the batter?"

"shut it,"

he tells me i'm pretty

don't know how to respond

bright. so damn bright. a soft whine left your lips as you attempted to twist away from the sunlight burning your eyelids. after spending a couple minutes of trying to ignore the bright white light, you decided to make a better use of your day and attempting to get up. your bleary eyes making eye contact with an inked chest, stiffening slightly. a small sound left your lips, as you rubbed your eyes to see if it was truly real life or if it was just a dream.

"pretty girl... did i wake you?" a soft flutter erupted in your stomach, smiling sleepily at his choice of words. he wrapped his arm around your frame, tugging you close to him laying your head on his chest. a soft whine left your lips as you nuzzled further into his warmth, allowing your legs to entwine with his. "still sleepy?"

"mhmm... so warm."

"then go back to bed, pretty girl." the sound of his morning voice, and with your head on his chest made him sound so good. so unreal. it was heavenly. you lifted your head up just to press a soft kiss on his startled lips, a chuckle leaving the brunette. you locked eyes with his bright green ones, wanting nothing more than to just spend all day staring at him.

"you're so pretty..." the brightest shade of pink dusted your cheeks, shying away from his stare. he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss onto your face.

i tell him that he's pretty too

can i say that?i don't have a clue

it truly didn't matter how many times your eyes looked onto that man, you were absolutely breath taken every time. he was gorgeous. absolutely beautiful. every tiny little scar, and the dark ink coating his toned skin. slowly lifting your hand up to trail it over the exposed skin. you traced the outline of every tattoo you could get your hands on, leaving featherlike kisses on his chest after you had finished a tattoo.

harry had told you many times about how insecure he got at times, especially after being on tour and most of his outfits being quite tight on him. so if he did have something he wasn't happy with, he knew his fans would end up capturing it from every possible angle.

but you couldn't see it.

you just couldn't.

he always told you about how sometimes his hair annoyed him because it never wanted to style just how he wanted it. his curls were always sticking out, every which way. he didn't like the little wrinkles by his eyes, that showed that he wasn't as young as he was whenever he first started. but you loved every inch of that man.

you made it your mission to shower that man in as much love and endless compliments, knowing it not only made him feel good but you would be able to see his cheeks flare up a bright red.

which was huge plus in your book.

one things you did every once in a while whenever you felt he was a little down; press a chaste kiss on his forehead, down to his left cheek, and then to his right, and then a nibble on his nose. if he hadn't already interrupted your nibble with his own lips, you would press a much awaited kiss onto his awaiting ones.

with every passing moment, i surprise myself

im scared of flies

im scared of guys

someone please help

"you have to get your shit together,"

"you think i'm not trying? i'm fucking terrified..."

"of what..?"

"of falling in love. i'm scared to let myself fall in love, cause i know the second i let that wall fall down he's gonna leave."

"you can't think like this-”

"i know! trust me i know. i just can't stop... every single person that i've dated, has always broken my heart like this. its only whenever i allow myself to relax, that's when they do it." your voice wavered at the end of that statement, tugging at the loose hairs that were falling out of your bun. your best friend was currently trying to get you to calm down, her worried eyes scanning your distressed figure.

you and harry's 1 year anniversary was coming up, right after valentines day and you were absolutely stressed. everything felt too good.

a little too good.

you were scared shitless. you felt like everything in the relationship was great. amazing, even. but you couldn't stop your anxiety from being at an all time high. harry had been a little distance, not incredibly, but enough for you to be stressed.

"he could just be busy, hon."

"he always tells me whenever he's busy. i just- what if i did something wrong?" she pursed her lips as she eyed you, her demeanor softening as she was realizing how worked up this was getting you. she wrapped her arm around you, allowing you to lay your head against her. "i'm sorry i get like this."

"no need to apologize. we just need to work on your fight or flight mode. and hopefully turn the flight off of auto."

"it's not my fault-"

"i know, sweets. but you can't just prepare for the worst whenever you get the slightest thought that he could be 'leaving'."

"i know... i'm just so scared of getting my heart broken, that my defense mechanism goes a little haywire."

cause i think i've fallen in love this time

i blinked, and suddenly i had a valentine

the sound of something crashing behind you made you jump, hastily turning around in fear of what the sound was. a groan leaving your lips as you realized your basket had fallen over.

you were in the middle of trying to build your boyfriend a gift for valentine's day, and things were going pretty good. well. they were.

you had taken it upon yourself to make him a goody basket with all of his favorite things; some throws for his house, a couple of his favorite brand of candles, his favorite sweets, and even a little crochet cow that you had made yourself as a spur in the moment decision. all you needed to do was throw them in the basket in an organized manner.

as a spontaneous decision you wanted to tie some balloons on the back of the basket; awful choice truly. for some reason you weren't thinking about using something to weigh down the basket before attaching the balloons, and next thing you knew the basket was laying sideways in a puddle of paint.

"you've got to be kidding me," you uttered some curse words, hurrying to grab some paper towels from the kitchen and trying to wipe the red blob of paint on the front of the basket. to no avail.

"everything okay in there, lovey?" the sound of harry's voice made you stiffen, halting your hurried movements. you scrambled to chuck the basket into the empty coat closet, struggling to get the balloons to cooperate with the door. you could give two shits about the paint getting on your clothes, successfully getting the door to shut.

the sound of harry making his way down the stairs made you jump into hyper speed, hastily grabbing a half done project of yours and plopping some of the bright paint on it and smearing it around with your hands to make it look like you were doing something. harry stopped as he spotted you sitting criss-cross on the floor, a smile making its way onto his face once he realized the mess you had made on yourself.

"lovey... you do know the paint goes on the canvas, right?"

"jesus, honey you scared me. and for your information, yes i do. the paint just doesn't like to stay on the canvas." you pouted, looking up at your boyfriend who was dressed in nothing but a pair of black sweatpants. you offered the brunette a paintbrush, a cheeky smile sported on your face. "wanna join? i can't make any promises that the paint won't get on you."

what if he's the last one i kiss?

a soft gasp left your lips. a small chuckle left harry, his face buried against your neck as he covered every inch of your neck in wet kisses. your hands buried themselves in his curls, tugging softly.

"lovey..." the warning tone in his voice made you giggle, allowing your thoughts to encourage him. tug. "don't tell me that i didn't warn you,"

a loud squeal left your lips as he hoisted you into the air. his hands finding their place on your waist your legs wrapping around his waist as he made his way towards your made bed.

what if he's the only one i'll ever miss?

"i don't want to go on tour,"

"then don't" you bluntly stated, a small smile tugging at your lips. harry just shook his head at you, chuckling at your statement. the brunette was currently packing all of his belongings from his closet that he had wanted to bring with him on tour, stuffing the last of his toiletries in a small bag.

"you know its not that easy-"

"i know, h. i'm just joking"

"but i wish you weren't... i don't want to have to miss you." he mumbled, running his fingers over the exposed skin on your torso.

today was the last day before he went back on tour, one of his biggest yet. while he was excited, the thought of leaving you behind still made him want to second guess himself. he was choosing today to take advantage of seeing you.

spent the morning cooking you breakfast, bringing it to you in bed where the pair of you cuddled and ate some delicious pancakes. and for lunch he insisted on cooking some pasta for the two of you to share, which was delicious.

and now as the sun was hiding behind the horizon, streams of purple, pink and orange coating half of the sky. you guys were in your favorite lounge chair, with his head on your lap watching the sun go down. your hands were running through his locks wanting to remember every second of this.

his lips.

his smile.

his dimples.

and even just his scent.

maybe i should run, im only 21

i don't even know who i want to become

"i feel like i don't have my life together, whatsoever. all i do is paint, and substitute teach like a couple times a week..i'm not doing what i wish i was doing. i just feel like i'm back in high school again. trying to kill time by picking up a job so i could at least make money and be bored."

"honey, if you're not happy, then why don't you just go out and try to find a job in what you like doing." harry's words sounded muffled over the phone, but the message was still clear. you nibbled on your bottom lip deep in thought as you were looking at your last paystub.

"it's not that, h. i just don't want to be a burden for you-"

i've lost all control of my heartbeat now

got caught in a romance with him somehow

i still feel a shock through every bone

when i hear an 'i love you'

cause now i got someone to lose

breath.

god damn it say it back.

stop looking at him like a fucking guppy.

"i love you too." a soft voice emitted from the tip of your mouth, feeling a warm sensation course through your body. you hadn't even noticed that your eyes had watered until a tear escaped and made its way down your cheek. harry's face lit up, bringing you by wrapping his arms around your waist. the warmth of your bodies pressed up against each other made the room 10x hotter, wanting nothing more than to remove your jacket and toss it across the room. the second your lips touched, you felt a small shock. like electricity making its way through every little vein in your body. allowing yourself to melt into his embrace.

that was the first time he had ever uttered those words and dear god if those were the most holy words you had ever heard in your life.

"i love you so much." harry mumbled those words onto your lips, his breath fanning your face feeling your knees buckled slightly as he tightened his grip on you. "are you glad i didn't say it months into us getting together?"

"i would have done it the first day if you let me," you teased, a rumble of laughter coming from harry who threw his head back in laughter. you joined in on his teasing, knocking into his shoulder. even though this moment was everything you could have ever hoped for and more.

there was the tiniest little voice whispering to you that harry could leave you at any second, and absolutely destroy you.

the first one to ever like me back

i'm seconds away from a heart attack

how the hell did i fall in love this time?

and honestly, i can't believe i get to call you mine

i blinked and suddenly

today was valentine's day, or as you liked to call it; one long ass anniversary day. you guys had officially been dating for over 3 years now, the best three years of your life. nevertheless, you were still terrified to see how harry would react to the gift you had made him.

that was your whole thing.

you love giving gifts.

absolutely loved it.

but you also took gifts incredibly serious. you just want everything to be perfect.

"before we went to dinner, i wanted to give you your gift. if you're okay with that." he chuckled, knowing you had been begging to shower him in gifts since you had woken up. but he wouldn't let you. he wanted to wait until after you guys had dinner.

you practically jumped into the air, almost breaking your ankle from your shoes. he just smiled at your newfound energy, practically vibrating from excitement.

"can i give you mine first?"

"absolutely you can, lovey."

after he had finished the first word you spun on your heels and made a break towards the couch. you would pay money to see what his expression looked him, as you proceeded to toss the cushions to the floor making small signs of approval as you found exactly what you were looking for. a small book; a beautiful leather cover that you had engraved yourself. h's initials were at the bottom of the spine.

"what in the world did you hide in the couch-"

his words were cut off by you spinning around with a nervous smile, showing the book to him. you felt like a toddler whenever they hold up something to their parents, a cheesy grin on their features. harry took the book from your hands as tenderly as he could, his fingers running over the intricate detail on the cover.

"love... wow. this is- this is beautiful. where in the hell did you find this?"

"i-i made it. i started working on it a couple months ago... i know how you're always trying to find new things to read. and to find inspiration for your songs. so i wrote you a book."

"you wrote me a book?!" the flabbergasted look on his face made you giggle. you went around the other side of the book so you could show him, turning the cover over so he could see that you had written it by hand. you had practiced over and over to make sure you didn't mess up the ink on the paper, or to ensure that you didn't misspell anything. "honey... i... my gift is gonna look like- i don’t- this is amazing. this is the sweetest thing anybody has ever done for me. thank you so much, i love you so much"

"oh hush. and of course honey, it’s no biggie... i love you most,"

"well... i- i don't even know how to follow that up." you giggled at what he said, pressing a soft kiss onto his cheek. his eyes were doe eyed as he stared at your face in complete adoration. you noticed a small movement from his hand, flickering down to a small box he had in his left hand. "honey... i love you so much. you have been one of the best constants in my life. i've never been this happy; ever. seeing your face every morning when i wake up just further proves my point. i know that you're the last person i ever want to miss. the last person i want to have to kiss. you have made me into a better person. you taught me patience, and learning how not to take things for granted... and i really can't imagine being able to see you walk down the isle with anyone other than me."

"harry..."

he took that as his cue to drop down on one knee, his eyes brimming with tears. a small sob left your lips, drawing your shaking hands up to your mouth. he propped the box open, your eyes falling on the prettiest and daintiest ring you had ever seen in your life.

this can't be real.

"will you please... make me the happiest person on this planet- no... in existence and do me the honor of spending the rest of your life with me?"

breath.

a second passed by.

"i-what- of course! yes. yes! a million times yes!" you struggled to choke out, throwing your arms around the brunette who just let out a small cry as he held you tightly against his chest. he struggled to get the ring on with both of your hands trembling, small laughs leaving both of your tear stained lips.

and at that moment... your mind was silent.

there was no little voice.

no anxiety.

no second thoughts.

you knew. you knew that this is exactly as it should be.

i had a valentine

a/n: ahhhh! i haven’t written about the loml in forever, so please lemme know if you have any feedback. my requests are also open! feel free to spam me. thank you lovelies 🫶🏼

Draco Malfoy and his Rose Pt.3

Word Count: 2,227 words

Warnings: cursing, making out, some fluff

November 16th, 1996. The Room of Requirement. 12:36 am.

Hope tugged her hair into a low ponytail, trying to make sure none of her curls were hanging out giving Draco a dirty look. The blonde looked irritated, running his ring cladded fingers through his gel free hair eyeing the angry looking girl as if she had grown two heads.

“A Death Eater!? Malfoy, are you out-of-your-mind?! What in the hell is-”

“Keep your voice down!” The blonde hissed, slapping his hand over her mouth his eyes wide.

Hope parted her lips not hesitating to lick a stripe up his palm, which made him pull away from her wiping his hand on his trousers an annoyed look etched on his face. The small witch felt tears pricking her eyes, looking up at the ceiling in an attempt to stop the tears from streaming down her cheeks.

Draco had never felt so broken, and so lost in his life then he had at this very moment. He was watching his best friend having a break down at the thought of him being a Death Eater.

He let out a shaky breath reaching a hand out, having it moved away by Hope who just snapped her head at him a harsh glare set on her face.

“Don’t. You. Even. Dare.”

A loud sob managed to escape her lips raking through her body, closing her eyes shut as everything started making sense.

The reality of the situation just now hit her like a ton of bricks, feeling her whole body shaking as more heartbreaking cries left her parted lips sinking onto the floor. She covered her face with the sleeves of her hoodie, the hot tears seeping through the grey material as more and more tears streamed down her face.

Hope had never felt so broken. She lost her best friend, in more ways than one, and she knew there was absolutely nothing she could do about it, “Draco... p-please just hold me,”

Draco didn’t hesitate for one moment, letting his knees rest on the stone floor scooping the sobbing girl into his arms tightening his hold on her. He whispered sweet nothings into her hair, rocking her back and forth as he rubbed small circles on her back. The trembling girl clutched at the black button up of his shirt, resting her forehead on his chest as she hiccuped a few gibberish words.

“Lovey... I swear to you on my life. I did it because I had no choice. Besides, nothing will happen to me or you-”

“Draco. The Dark Lord could ask you to kill any of us without a second thought, what would you do then, huh?” The blonde struggled to answer, knowing she had proved a point with her statement.

“You’re telling me,” She pulled away from his chest to lock eyes with his soft stare, “You would not hesitate to kill any of your friends? What if it were Blaise? Or how about a ‘lousy Gryffindor’ like Ron? Or better yet... what about me, Mal?”

A shaky breath left her as she stared intently at his face searching for an answer, feeling her heart shatter as she saw nothing but sorrow and a darkness that wasn’t there several months ago when she saw him up at the Astronomy Tower. 

“I-I...”

“Malfoy, you didn’t do it because you had no choice. You always have a choice... if they had tried to do you harm I would be there in an instant. Anyone at this bloody school would stand in front of you, regardless of what you’ve done. You are loved, Mal. Always have been. If Narcissa and Lucius refuse to see what they are doing to their only son, then they really need to re-think each and every single decision they have made up to this point.”

“Is this your way of saying you’re leaving?” He angrily spat, this glare in his eyes sending dagger at the girl who was currently sprawled across his lap. Hope shook her head cupping his cheeks, sensing the boy visibly relax.

“Of course not. I am... I am going to help you through this. This is too much of a burden to carry all on your own. But, if things start involving the harm of any of the students here in Hogwarts, I will not hesitate to turn you in a ferret and leave you in this dingy room.” She tried to make light of the situation, making the blonde turn a shade of red at the statement nodding to her words. Hope leaned down pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek, holding him tight as he hummed appreciatively.

“I love you, Rose,”

“I love you too, Draco,”

November 17th 1996. The Great Hall. 1:16 pm.

Hope let out a chuckle as she saw the Golden Trio making their way over to her, a flushed expression on their faces. She popped a few grapes into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully as they took a seat on either side of her, with Hermione on one side of Ron flashing a quick smile. Unbeknownst to the smiling girl, there were a pair of grey eyes already watching her, stabbing rather angrily at his salad. 

“Hi Hope,” The redhead breathed out rather heavily, his cheeks almost as strikingly red as his full head of hair. You pursed your lips, fighting off a smile as you eyed the pair.

“Hello, Ronald... Why do you guys look like you’ve just finished running from a herd of Hippogriffs,”

“Harry thought it would be a bloody good idea to go on a rant about a certain toad. She happened to turn the corner at the same time, but since there were several other kids in the hallway we decided it be best if we hurried here as quickly as we could so she wouldn’t remove any more house points.” He choked out, taking a swig out of Hope’s cup, some of the orange juice making it’s way down his chin. After Hope smacked him upside the head, all she heard after that was Hermione scolding him for being a pig, before they got into a heated discussion off to the side. She rolled her eyes, facing the dark haired Gryffindor her cheeks flushing pink as she caught him staring at her. A teasing glint gleamed in his eyes, wetting his lips as he caught her growing flustered at his small action.

“Hey, H,”

“Hi... you look really pretty today,” Harry smiled at the brunette, reaching up to brush a stray curl out of her face her grin growing wider. Feeling her breath getting caught in her throat as she felt Harry scooting in closer to her on the bench, attempting to get as close as possible without being weird.

“Thank you, H. I don’t think I can say the same about yourself-”

“Oh sod off,” Harry laughed shoving her playfully, sending her into a fit of giggles as she almost bumped into the redhead behind her, “You love me, Lupin,”

“You are very much correct about that,” Hope sent the grinning boy a sly wink, fiddling with the hem of her skirt as she leaned in close to the boy whose eyes had widened, “Remember that morning in your dorm room-” At those words Harry felt himself growing flustered, nodding tentatively, “And what we talked about when we went down to the Common Room.”

“Y-yeah...”

“I made up my mind. If the offer still stands, I would love to go out with you, Potter.” Harry practically beamed at her words, cupping her face eagerly pressing his lips against hers as he poured all the emotions he could into that kiss. Hope gingerly place her hands on his chest, melting into his touch before pulling away from the heated kiss. She failed to notice the bickering friends behind her had stopped arguing, now sitting gaping at the action they had just witnessed.

Draco dropped his fork onto the table, making it clatter rather loudly a wave of rage washing over him. He felt sick to his stomach watching Potter and his dear Rose lip locked, nearly gagging at the sight focusing on his salad having lost all of his appetite. The sound of Draco fuming beside her had made Pansy shut her mouth turning to face Goyle instead as she watched Draco, anxiously awaiting his next move.

“I don’t think you understand how happy those few words made me,”

“Well, I mean... I could take them back-” Hope teased, letting out a giggle as the boy recaptured her lips in his, laughing into the kiss as she caught sight of pout resting on his face, “You’re a big baby, Potter.”

“Ummm... hello?! When in the hell did this happen?” Ron exclaimed, a shocked expression on his face eyeing the pair who just sat there looking flustered.

“Remember that day where Seamus, Dean and Neville were making fun of me very early in the morning, and we woke you up?”

“Uh huh...?”

“Well, the reason they were making fun of me was because they had caught Hope in my room, a-and the curtains happened to be shut around my bed,” That sentence caught Ron’s attention, a cheeky grin spreading across his face eyeing the couple who just blushed. The red-head 

“Oh you dirty dog,”

“Ron! You’re one to talk. What about you and Lavender? You guys were horrendous at least they had the decency to do it behind closed doors,” Hermione scoffed, slapping the red head upside the head making him sulk as he rubbed the sore spot, “But I’m happy for you guys, truly. You guys are cute together-”

“Lupin. Professor Umbridge would like to speak to you. At once,” The sound of someone practically hissing her name caught her attention, looking up to see an angry looking Draco. She flashed him a soft smile, picking up her hoodie off of her lap giving a quick wave to the group making her way to follow the blonde. A hand wrapped around her wrist, stumbling backwards into a broad chest.

“Hold on,” Harry cupped her face, pressing his lips against hers holding her close to him. Hope’s eyes fluttered close, feeling her chest tighten at his intoxicating touch, her nimble hands clutching his robes before she hear someone scoff behind her forcing her to pull away from him.

“10 points from Gryffindor. Lupin unless you want Umbridge to hear about this, then I suggest you hurry,”

“I’ll see you later, H,” Hope mumbled, briskly following behind a seething Malfoy whose pace only seemed to increase struggling to catch up to his long strides. “Slow down there, buddy,” She rolled her eyes as she felt him grab a hold of her arm, dragging her into a nearby empty classroom locking the door with the flick of his wand.

“What-in-the-hell, Rose-Anne?” He growled, turning on his heels facing the brunette who had taken a seat on top of one of the desks, setting her books and wand on the open desk beside her, “How long?”

“You know, people think you’re crazy every single time to call me Rose, considering they all know me for my name; Hope.”

“Lupin, I have called you Rose-Anne since I knew what words were... If it bothers you that much then I’ll quit-”

“No, no. I find it cute,” You made the blonde blush, his already reddening cheeks growing a shade darker shaking his head at your comment. Attempting to ask you the previous question he had asked you, wanting to know when you and Potter had grown all lovey dovey.

“Potter and I? Not long. I guess we always just had slight attractions to one another since the beginning, but we didn’t do anything besides hang out and hang out a few times on our own until like a couple weeks ago. Since then, we’ve just been testing the waters,” Draco angrily ran his fingers through his hair, throwing his head back rolling his eyes at her words. Potter. Of all the guys in the Hogwarts, she chose the scummiest of the scum. He thought to himself, swiping his tongue across his lips wetting them in the process. 

Hope hopped off the desk, making her way over to the boy who looked like he was going to burst in any second. She tentatively rest her hand on his shoulder, his body stiffening before relaxing at her touch. He let her wrap her arms around his waist, her head resting on his chest humming softly at his warm embrace. They stood there for a few moments, enjoying one another’s presence, before he parted from her holding her a few inches from him. His light grey eyes scanned her face, trying to see if he found any sort of sign of her lying to him.

“Does he make you happy?”

“Yes... he really does.”

“Then... as much as it pains me,” She giggled, messing with his black robes peering up at him, “I’m okay with it. If you’re happy, then that’s all that matters. But, if he lays a hand on you in any way, or if he even dares to dream of hurting you. I won’t hesitate to hex him,” Draco teased, a serious underlying tone in his words making her smile nodding her head.

“Thank you, Mal. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, I don’t really think I could considering we just made it official about...10 minutes ago,”

“About that, if you start snogging like that anywhere where I can see you, I will not even begin to second guess myself before taking points.”

“Oh shush. Let’s go back and finish lunch, I didn’t even get to eat all of my grapes,”

a/n: this took me 5397394 years to finish. please lemme know if you guys have any questions, or if you have any feedback. my requests are always open. thank you lovelies <3.

Perfect

Pairing- Harry Potter x Fem!reader

 Summary: The series of events of Y/N’s and Harry’s love story.

Warnings: Mentions of death, pure fluff

Word count: 2.9k (including song lyrics)

A/N: This is based on Ed Sheeran’s Perfect. So listen to that for a better experience. Also it’s my first time writing something like this so please lmk if you find any mistakes. And English isn’t my first language so their maybe grammar errors.

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I found a love for me

Darling just dive right in and follow my lead.

‘She’s so beautiful’ he thought. You were celebrating your 5 year anniversary with your boyfriend Harry, and your two best friends Ron and Hermione. And Harry couldn’t stop looking at and admiring you.

Today he was going to do the thing he has always dreamed of. He had asked your god parents for your hand three days prior and he was glad that they gave him their blessings.

“What are you looking at?” you asked as you noticed him staring.

“You are gorgeous.” He replied. Your cheeks slowly turned into a shade of pink.

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me.

Harry’s mind drifted to the day he met you; The love of his life.

You were just sorted into Gryffindor and came to sit next to him. “Hi, I’m Y/N, Y/N L/N,” you greeted him lifting your hand to shake. “I am Harry, Harry Potter.” And you two instantly became very good friends.

“Oh stop it,” you said covering your face with one hand. “What? I am just saying the truth.” He replied grinning.

‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Not knowing what it was,

“Harry it’s okay, I’m here,” you said pulling him in your chest while he sobbed as Dumbledore laid there dead. “It’s alright.”

“Please don’t leave me too, Y/N,” he begged in between his sobs. “I’m not going anywhere, Harry. I’m here and I’ll always be. I promise.” You promised as you rubbed his back to calm him down. That was the moment he truly and deeply fell in love with you.

He was smiling widely as he thought about this memory. He felt as if he was the luckiest person on this earth because he got to loved by you.

I will not give you up this time,

Darling just kiss me slow,

Your heart is all I own 

And in your eyes you’re holding mine.

“NO!” you screamed as you tried to reach where Hagrid held Harry’s body when Voldemort announced him dead but George Weasley held you tight. You couldn’t lose him. You couldn’t lose the boy you truly loved. You couldn’t lose him without telling him how you felt.

But then everything happened so fast and now you were watching Voldemort fading away in the air.

“Harry!” you yelled as you ran towards him and threw your arms around his neck. He wrapped his hand around your waist and pulled you close and hugged you tightly. 

“Oh Harry, I thought you- you-” you couldn’t say it. He placed his one hand on cheek and said, “I’m here Y/N, and I’m not going anywhere.”

‘It’s now or never’ you thought before taking a deep breathe and started, “I’m in love with you, Harry Potter.”

“Y-you are?”

“Yes, I’ve loved you ever since you comforted me when my parents were killed back in sixth year. And I promise to love you forever if you let me. I promise to be with you forever if you let me. I promise-”

But you were cut off in between when Harry pressed his lips on yours. You were shocked at first but then kissed back. It was a gentle and sweet kiss filled with love, passion, admiration, happiness and so many other emotions you both felt.

“I love you too, Y/N, so much. Ever since you comforted me when Dumbledore died.” 

You pulled him into another kiss. This time it was more passionate than before. Filled with more love and happiness than before. He moved his one hand and rested it on your cheek which gave you butterflies. You placed your one hand in his hair and the other on his chest.

And soon there was cheers coming from everywhere, but you didn’t care.

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark,

With you between my arms,

Barefoot on the grass,

Listening to our favorite songs,

Your mind drifted to the tent dance back when you were on Horcrux hunt.

“May I have this dance?” he asked when he heard your favorite song play on the radio and gave his hand to you when he approached where you were sitting. 

Ron had left and Hermione was in the other room sleeping so it was just you and him.

“You may,” you replied smiling slightly taking his hand.

And the two of you danced as if nothing else mattered in the world. There was an ongoing war, but you didn’t care. There were Horcruxes you came to find, but you didn’t care. Voldemort had risen to power, but you didn’t care.

All mattered in that moment was just two of you, dancing slow at the song that played on the radio, and staring into each other’s eyes with pure love, admiration and other mixed emotions.

When you said you looked a mess,

I whispered underneath my breath

“I look a real mess, don’t I?” you asked but Harry shook his head.

But you heard it,

Darling you look perfect tonight.

“Oh darling, you look perfect tonight,” he said kissing your forehead and your cheeks turned pink and your heart fluttered. Even after all these years he’s still able to make you blush and give you butterflies.

Well I found a woman,

Stronger than anyone I know, 

“Stupefy!” you shot a death eater who was going to attack Harry from behind. Harry looked at you with a grateful face and you nodded back.

Then you ran off from there to help Hermione who was also shooting spells on other death eaters.

She shares my dreams I hope that someday

I’ll share her home.

“One day-,” you started while you both were cuddling in your bed, “We’ll buy a house and live there forever.”

“We will, love,” he said smiling. He leaned down and kissed you softly but sweetly. He was glad you thought same about the future.

I found a love, 

To carry more than just my secrets,

To carry love, to carry children of our own. 

He wanted you to carry his heart and love. He wanted to be with you forever. He wanted you to carry both of your children. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

We’re still kids but we’re so in love,

Fighting against all odds,

I know we’ll be alright this time.

“Who does she think she is?!” you snapped when you read an article about you and Harry written by Rita Skeeter. 

‘Y/N L/N is just with Harry Potter because he’s The Boy who Lived. She’s just using him for fame. We know this is sad but it’s true.’ The article said.

“I’ll kill her!” you said as you grabbed your wand but Harry grabbed your arms to stop you.

“Calm down love. We both know it’s not true.” He said kissing your temple.

“But people will get the wrong idea about us,” you said. 

“Let them, we’ll be alright. I promise.” He replied.

Darling just hold my hands,

Be my girl I’ll be your man,

I see my future in your eyes.

“Take my hand,” you said as you and Harry were walking on a street in the night of silent winter. He smiled at you before taking your hand in his.

You rested your head on his shoulder as you walked and you couldn’t help but stare at him. His clenched masculine jawline, his beautiful emerald eyes shining in the moonlight behind his round glasses, his soft and pink lips.

You loved everything about him. He caught you staring and chuckled while your cheeks turned pink.

“What are you looking at?” he asked grinning. 

“Have I ever told you that you have pretty eyes?” you said.

“You have,” he replied smiling and staring right into your glistening E/C eyes. You could look into his eyes forever. You could see a perfect future with him in them. 

You leaned up and pressed your lips on his, softly but passionately. He kissed you back with a smile and with the same passion, love and admiration as you.

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark,

With you between my arms,

Barefoot on the grass,

Listening to our favorite song,

“May I have this dance?” you asked giving him your hand as Ron played both of your favorite song.

“You may,” he said taking your hand and he placed his one hand on your waist while he interlocked your fingers with his other. You placed your free hand on his shoulder and started dancing slow on it. 

Ron and Hermione too started dancing and smiled whenever they glanced at you both.

“You’re still a terrible dancer,” you said giving out a small laugh as Harry stepped on your foot for the fifth time.

“Sorry, I never really danced after our tent incident,” he replied. 

When I saw you in that dress,

Looking so beautiful

I don’t deserve this darling

You look perfect tonight.

He was still in awe when you showed up in your gorgeous red dress today. You looked even more beautiful.

‘How did I get so lucky?’ he thought still dancing with you. Your head was resting on his chest. He watched you as you sighed dreamily clearly thinking about something. 

You both switched partners so now you were dancing with Ron and him with Hermione.

You frowned a bit when you saw tears in Ron eyes. “What’s wrong?” you asked him concerned. Ever since you met Ron and Hermione they had became like a brother and a sister you never had. 

“Nothing, I’m just very happy today,” he replied smiling widely. 

“Oh, what’s the occasion? Is ‘Mione pregnant?” you teased as he rolled his eyes.

“Don’t be stupid, if she was you’d be the first to know. Even before me.” You laughed at this as you both continued to talk and tease each other like siblings.

On the other side, Harry was getting panic attacks while Hermione was trying to calm him. “What if she says no, ‘Mione? What will I do then?” he asked worried.

“Don’t be stupid. Of course she’ll say yes. She’s head over heels in love with you,” she reassured, “and if she doesn’t, I’ll make sure that she’s sent to Azkaban for not saying it.”

Harry laughed at this but his insecurities were still there. What if you didn’t loved him enough to spend your life with him? What if he messed up? What if you broke things off? What if-

“Harry!” he snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Hermione’s voice.

“Yeah?”

“Are you ready?” 

He took a deep breath before nodding making her smile. She nodded as she stepped away.

He looked at Ron and mouthed ‘I am ready’ and Ron nodded smiling in response. 

He started moving you towards Harry and pushed you lightly to make you turn around and when you did-

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark,

With you between my arms.

Barefoot on the grass

Listening to our favorite song

You couldn’t stop your tears flowing at the sight. You found him bent down on one knee, with a ring his hand and happy tears in his eyes as well.

He started, “Y/N, when I was young, I never knew what was love because of the Durlseys. But when I met you, everything changed. I found the brightness in my dark life. I found the reason for my smile, the day I found you. I love you so so much, Y/N. 

With you, my life becomes whole, with you my days become bright. In your hands I would love to lay, this night and for the rest of my life. You’re the only thing I’ll see forever. In my eyes, in my words, and in everything I do, your sight is the only sight that will ever bring me peace.

I have faith in what I see,

Now I know I have met an angel

In person, and she looks

Perfect

I want to grow old with you. I want to raise our children with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to be with you forever and ever. So Y/N L/N, will you marry me?” he finished tears now uncontrollably falling from both of your eyes.

You were overwhelmed with your emotions and no words came into your throat. So instead you pulled him up and kissed him hard putting all unspoken words, feelings in just one kiss. He kissed you back with same emotions as yours.

“Yes! A million times yes!” you said as you both pulled away and he slipped the ring on your ring finger.

Ron and Hermione, who were watching from a distance couldn’t help up but cry and cheer. They couldn’t tell the happiness they were feeling in words.

I don’t deserve this

You look perfect tonight

You and Harry had your foreheads touch as you stared and smiled at each other.

“I love you so much, Harry Potter.”

“I love you too, soon-to-be Mrs Potter.”

Your lips collided once again. And this was the beginning of a new chapter in your both’s lives.

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A/N- I know it sucked but thanks for still reading it.

Who he really loves

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Reader Summary - Who knew that one star-gazing night and a simple question could change everything?

Warnings: Super ‘fluffy’ (iykyk), very very little angst in between and as always my poor English :)

Word count - 1.3k

A/N: I've had this idea for a while so decided why not post it. So here it is. Hope y’all enjoy <3

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The cold prickly grass was nipping at your arms and legs through your clothes as you laid down near the Black Lake, and warmth radiating from your side where Harry Potter laid. The light from the stars and moon was the only source of light. The dim lanterns of Hogwarts seemed like fairy lights.

It wasn't uncommon for you and your best friend Harry to sneak out of the castle at late nights, or in this case very early in the morning. At this time, it was 1.45 am. For the most part it would be a comfortable silence, you both star gazing, deep in thoughts, or small talks about random things.

You had always loved space and everything about stars because everything about them fascinated you. So while you two lay in the grass, you often looked at the constellations or wondered about moon and it never tired you.

"Um, Y/N?" Harry called breaking the silence. You hummed in response not taking your eyes off the night sky.

"I need your opinion on something. Something important." His voice wavered a little, so this had to be important if he was so nervous about it.

"Oh okay, go on," you said and waited for him to continue.

"So, um, well, I-I think I'm in- in love with two different people," he said not looking at you but the moon and placing his one arm behind his head like a pillow, "and I don't know who should I go after."

"Well," you paused not really knowing what to say as no one ever has asked you such type of question.

"Well, tell me about the first girl. What do you think of her, how you feel for her." You said quietly finally getting a head start.

"Well, I've know her since our first year but didn't really start talking to her until our last. She is really pretty and I do like her, and I want to protect her but I think these feelings that I have kind of shrunk, when I realized I liked the second one. I know I still I like her but not just as much as I used to," he finished slightly glancing towards you. You were thinking.

"If you don't like her as much as you used to do, why are you still hanging on?" you asked glancing at him as well.

The moonlight made your skin glow and your eyes got a nice twinkle to them, and that one glance made Harry's heart flutter.

"Because I think she is the only one I really have a chance with and can have a two-sided relationship." He turned his gaze back to the sky.

You thought even more. There were so many girls out there who would date him in a heartbeat. And okay, you included. Because even though you've tried to deny it, you had fallen for him. And you'd fallen hard. Very hard.

You were best friends for years and it just happened. Maybe because it was the way he looked, the way he smiled, the way he laughed, the way his hair would always be messy, you just couldn't help it.

But this isn't about you, it's about Harry.

"Okay, now tell me about the second one." You said slowly coming out if your thoughts.

His face turned pink, "I realized it only a couple of months ago, but I thought it was just a crush but I don't know when this crush became more. I'm friends with her, and the more I am with her I only fall for her more. But I don't know if she feels the same." He said his voice getting smaller and smaller.

"So you knew you liked-loved the first one, correct? But then you fell for the second one?" you glanced at him.

"Yeah." He said simply.

"Well, who do you think you should go for?" you ask looking back at the sky.

"Um, I think I should go for the first one, as I loved her first right? And I have more chances with her." He said with the same quiet voice. "But who do you think I should go after?" he asked his hands getting sweaty as he waited for your answer.

You thought for some more time and finally came to a conclusion.

"I think you should go for the... second girl." You said. Harry's heart bounced hearing you.

"Why do you think that?" he asked a little more quietly looking at you with pink face.

"Because you said you still loved the first one when you realized your feeling for second, right? So if you truly loved the first one, then why would you fall for second one?"

The only sounds that could be heard now were of the crickets, some owls, rustling of winds in the trees and water from the lake.

Harry laid there quietly, taking in every word you said. It all made sense now.

Why he would mostly be awkward with you, why he would mostly get nervous when you're around, why you were the only one who could make him smile even in his dark moments, why he would seek only your cuddles and sweet words whenever he would have a bad day.

Thoughts went through his head and then he realized. He was truly and unconditionally, deeply and undeniably, in love with you. He was in love with your smile, your laugh, your silly jokes, your personality. He was in love with everything about you.

He just thought he loved Ginny but it was you all along.

"Why did you ask me this, anyways?" you asked bringing him out of his thoughts.

"The first girl asked me out on a date and I wanted to know who I really wanted to be with before I said yes." He admitted. You felt something inside you by thinking of him being someone else.

"And have you made up your mind?" you asked looking at him.

He had a soft look in his eyes and even though the night was chilly on the December night, they still gave a warm look.

"Yeah, I'm going with girl two." He said casually.

"Really?" you asked with a teasing voice.

"Yeah, I'm gonna tell Ginny how I feel about her tomorrow." He said as he let out a deep breath.

Your heart sunk deep in your stomach when you heard him. Some tears came but you blinked them back. Was Ginny the girl he loved?

"You- your in l-love with G-Ginny?" you asked trying to sound as casual as possible.

"No, she was girl one. She asked me out earlier today and I'll tell her tomorrow what I feel about her." He replied.

You were somewhat relieved hearing this but still worried who this second girl might be. He can love whoever he wants and it couldn't be possibly you right? You didn't stand a chance. But maybe you could help him get with her if you knew who she was. Then he would be happy. And that was all you wanted.

"So who's the second?" you asked your heart beating faster than ever.

Harry softly smiled to himself and looked at you. The smile never left his face. His green eyes glistening behind his round glasses from moonlight and his messy hair all over his forehead, you couldn't help but stare with pink cheeks.

"You."

When you watch a whole bunch of Harry Potter and now you just want some sweet fluff with Harry but when you look up “harry potter x reader” all that comes up is mattheo, tom riddle, theodore, draco, or smut 😔😔😔

I guess I know what I’m writing nextttttt

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