#h.h.

🗝️𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻🗝️

Hi, angel! I hope you like this!

You were laying on your backs, staring at the ceiling. Nerves and excitement swirled in a dangerous cocktail in your stomach, making heat prickle along your skin. Tomorrow, in mere hours, would be your wedding day. Harry laid beside you, breathing so evenly you weren’t even sure he was awake. But it didn’t take long for him to wrap an arm around your waist, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“You okay, my love?” He whispered huskily in your ear.

“Just thinking...” You trailed off, snuggling into his side.

“You aren’t getting cold feet, are you?” He teased.

“No. Of course not.” You giggled. “Just...do you think everything will go okay?”

“Of course it will. You planned everything with my mum and yours down to the last detail. What could possibly go wrong?”

“NOO” You whined, burning your face into his neck after facing him fully. “Don’t say that! Now if the minister bursts into flames tomorrow, I’m going to blame you!”

“That’s fine, darling. As long as you’re still there and still my wife after, I’ll be perfectly happy. Burnt minister and all.”

AHH @quinjetboi thank you!!! I wasn’t sure if you meant the blurb was supposed to be about a birthday but here ya go.

If it weren’t for Harry, you weren’t sure how you would have ever made it in London. Now, with his curly copper hair bouncing around his cute face as he carried your birthday cake to you, you couldn’t help the thudding of your frail heart inside your chest. Harry Holland, the boy who had become your closest friend and you would give anything to find the courage to tell him that you wished he could be so much more.

As he set your cake in front of you, the candles flickered, giving you a silly, childish idea. The crowd around you, mainly consisting of the Holland family that you’d come to love so much began to sing happy birthday to you, making you feel awkward, yet loved. It was time to blow out the candles, and a whisper of hope spoke from the back of your mind ‘I wish I could tell Harry how I feel.’

You blew them out, a small amount of smoke billowing around the cake and up into the air. Lifting your eyes, you smiled at your best friend. His eyes sparkled, opening his lips to whisper low enough that only you could hear over the cheering of everyone else in the crowded room.

“I think I love you.”

Maybe birthday wishes come true, after all.