#ceolife

She watches him in awe as he raises the British Business Community award for his excellence towards her with a short nod when gasps were exchanged, bewildered funny stares were darted her way, quirk of smiles in; jealousy, some cheery and some in grimace were passed her way as Harry stumbled from the short distance of stairs her way and doesn’t hesitate to scoop her in his warmth.

He’s being this lovey-dovey since they were getting ready together in his wardrobe.

“Hi baby.” Y/N squabbles a jubilant yap pretending to be startled by him looming his strong arms around her waist and pawing at her hips gently to squeeze her closer to himself, instead, she’s melting drip by drip into fuse of pinkness on hearing him call her baby for the very fucking time.

Baby, baby, baby ..... BABBBYYY!!

It rattles and outrageously destructs Y/N's insides.

His eyes doe, gooey and puppy like with clear whiskey floating in them as he looks down at her as if she’s the garden of daffodils he worked secretly and hard under the moonlight for eternities – waiting for them to grow and cocoon him in it’s comforting loving scent.

Everyone tries not practically gush from proper envy and some from true happiness as Harry wraps his love’s tiny hand around that award with their hold pressed between their crammed bodies clumsily as he caresses his lips against her forehead trailing his wet liquored lips in the centre, taking in her breath completely and letting his eyes flutter pecking the soft sheened skin once again when he feels like it’s not enough.

“Hi, H. I’m so proud of you,” The man who’s already warm and fuzzy with undeniable endearment for this girl absolutely bursts from the seams of his perfectly fitted suit as Y/N tippy toes on her heel awkwardly and hugs him to bring him down from the nape of his neck, sponging a soft loving kiss to his dimple.

His wide splayed fingers rubs back and forth atop her back while they stay swaying in their own love for some seconds.

He’s separating away with a tiny peck to her temple and goes to meet his employees and his mate all giggly and cuddly. Y/N watches in fond as they all shower him in praises making him all pink and shy which was an impossibility, a rare scene for everyone working in his company because he might be most respectful towards them but he’s never this chatty and loosey-goosey.

Flutes of champagne are served to everyone in the amidst of cheery congrats and Y/N breathes out an airy pretty laugh as Harry wiggles his heavily jewelled fingers towards where she’s standing beckoning her to give her hand in his’s so he could keep her closer to him.

The room drops silent. Harry’s warm affectionate gaze stays flickering over Y/N's features, seeping her in, savouring the delicacies of it in his heart and breathing her to the deepest corners of his lungs.

He raises his glass of champagne in the air. Eyes still stuck to the love of his life. In that moment he realizes that she’s the one and only, perfectly and sweetly made for him as his words moulds around his tongue.

His words rums through the silence, for some odd reason he doesn’t want to make this night a boasting parade of his success but rather a festive memory of the time he truly knew that’s he’s deeply and passionately in love with Y/N.

“...Let’s raise a toast, to the girl I love most!” He giggles and Y/N was too caught up in admiring him that when everyone hollered she didn’t realize her eyes were glazing and her shoulders were wavering.

“You–..” She stammers, taking a step back. Eyes wide shock and glossy. “You what?” She all but whispers and Harry bobs his head profusely not hesitating to cup her hot pink cheeks in his equally warm palms along with the cold flute pressing against her neck as he catches her mouth in a most intimate, merrily sweet kiss.

“Yes baby. I love you so much.” He murmurs in the kiss and Y/N fists the lapels of his suit in order to keep her sane as she loves him back, “My sweet baby.” He giggles deepening the kiss and she feels dizzy from such overwhelming emotions buzzing in each of her pore.

“I love you too, so much, Harry.” She’s just a syrup of awe and happiness all over him as he kisses both of her eyes tenderly.

Though the gentleness of moment’s ruined when the flute tips more than required and the sparkly champagne soaks Y/N’s dress.

“Oops. Someone’s have t’a get rid of this dress.” He barks out a laugh pleased with his silly clumsiness and it’s his cuteness for the day that Y/N didn’t bite his nose of and let him escort them outside and home.