#harrytrope

She reached up, brushing a stray curl from his forehead, and that was all it took. His eyes fluttered open, hazy with sleep but locking onto her immediately. A slow, lazy smile spread across his face.

“Mornin’,” he murmured, voice thick and gravelly.

Y/N felt her heart stutter in her chest. “Morning.”

Harry exhaled deeply, stretching slightly but keeping her close. “You stayed.”

Her lips twitched. “You think I was gonna leave you after everything?”

His hand slid up her back, fingertips tracing light patterns against her skin. “Would’ve chased after you if you did.”

She laughed softly, but there was something deeper behind her smile—something warm and real.

The moment was too perfect to ruin with words, so she didn’t say anything, just nestled closer, pressing her cheek to his chest as his arms tightened around her.

For a while, they just lay there, wrapped up in the quiet of the morning, pretending the rest of the villa didn’t exist.

But, of course, the villa always found a way to interrupt.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Lucas muttered as he sat up on the other couch, rubbing his face. “Some of us were tryna sleep without being blinded by all this romance, yeah?”

Y/N let out a small laugh, burying her face in Harry’s chest as he threw a pillow at Lucas. “You’re just bitter ‘cause no one wants to cuddle you, mate.”

Lucas smirked. “Oh, don’t worry about me, bro. I was plenty warm last night.”

Before anyone could question him, another phone buzzed, followed by a loud, high-pitched gasp.

All heads turned toward the villa entrance, where Sophia stood, holding her phone in both hands. A smug smile played on her lips as she looked around at the Islanders, letting the suspense build.

Then, in the most dramatic voice possible, she read aloud:

"Islanders, it’s time for a dumping. The girl with the most votes at the end of today… will be leaving the villa immediately."

The room went silent.

Y/N’s stomach clenched.

Harry’s grip on her tightened.

Ian’s voice, as always, broke the tension:

"Welp, looks like somebody’s about to get their suitcase packed. But the real question is… will they be walking out alone?"

The tension in the villa was unbearable. Even as the sun shone brightly over the terrace, an ominous weight lingered in the air, pressing down on all of them. Conversations were quieter, laughter forced. No one wanted to say it out loud, but they were all thinking the same thing—someone was leaving today.

And it could be Y/N.

She sat on the sun lounger, legs curled up beneath her, staring at the infinity pool without really seeing it. Her stomach churned with nerves, a mixture of dread and helplessness settling deep in her bones.

Harry sat beside her, knee bouncing restlessly. He hadn’t let her out of his sight all morning, his protective energy tangible, even in the silence.

“Talk to me,” he finally said, voice low. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

Y/N exhaled, rubbing her arms. “I don’t know. Just… thinking.”

“About what?”

“About how quickly everything can change,” she admitted. “Yesterday, we were happy. And now—” She swallowed hard. “I might be leaving.”

Harry’s jaw clenched. “No. Don’t say that.”

She turned her head to him, giving a sad smile. “We don’t know what’s going to happen, Harry. I have to be realistic.”

His brows furrowed, frustration flickering across his features. “Realistic?” He shook his head. “Sod being realistic. We’ve got something real, don’t we?”

“Yeah,” she whispered. “We do.”

“Then let’s focus on that.” His fingers brushed against hers, gentle but firm. “No matter what happens, we’re in this together.”

Y/N wanted to believe him. She did believe him. But the fear was still there, gnawing at her, whispering worst-case scenarios in her ear.

Before she could say anything, Chloe appeared, marching towards them with determination. “Right, enough moping. We’re not sitting around acting like she’s already gone.”

Harry smirked slightly. “That was dramatic.”

Chloe shot him a look. “Not as dramatic as you pouting like a lovesick puppy all morning.”

Y/N laughed under her breath, and Chloe grinned, pleased. “See? That’s better. No more doom and gloom. Until we get a text, we’re carrying on as normal.”

Harry nodded, squeezing Y/N’s hand. “She’s right.”

Y/N took a deep breath, pushing away the nerves. Normal. Okay. I can do normal.

She wasn’t going to let this day be ruined by fear. Not yet.

Because for now, she was still here. And she wasn’t ready to say goodbye.

The villa was still buzzing with nervous energy, but that didn’t stop production from throwing in another challenge—because why let them sit in peace when they could stir the pot instead?

The Islanders stood in their swimsuits by the pool, the sun beating down on them as the challenge setup was revealed. A giant inflatable heart sat in the middle of the garden, with a runway leading up to it. Next to it, a podium with a very smug-looking Callum, who cleared his throat before reading out the rules.

"Alright, Islanders, it’s time for a challenge that’s guaranteed to get pulses racing. Welcome to… ‘The Heat Is On!’”

The group cheered, but Y/N could already sense the impending chaos.

"Here’s how it works: Each of you will take turns pulling a card that gives you a steamy dare to complete. It could be a kiss, a sexy dance, or even revealing a juicy secret about someone in the villa. But be warned—some of these dares might land you in very hot water. Now, let’s get to it, shall we?”

Lucas immediately rubbed his hands together. “Oh, this is gonna be a madness.”

The girls took their seats on the benches while the boys stood in front of them, ready for the first dare.

Callum reached into the bowl first and pulled out a card, chuckling before her read it out loud.

"Chloe, give a lap dance to the person you fancy the most in the villa."

Chloe’s face lit up, and she immediately turned to Lucas. “Right, sit down, you.”

The Islanders erupted into cheers as Lucas plopped onto the chair, spreading his arms out smugly. “Go on then, don’t be shy.”

Chloe strutted toward him, rolling her shoulders back as she flicked her hair dramatically. The second the music kicked in, she moved, swaying her hips before dropping low between his legs. Lucas’ mouth fell open, his hands gripping his knees as Chloe ran her hands over his chest before whispering something in his ear that made his jaw go slack.

“Oi, that’s enough of that,” Callum laughed. “Get a room, you two!”

Lucas, clearly flustered, stood up, grabbed Chloe’s face, and kissed her full on the lips, pulling her close as the villa erupted in cheers.

Ian’s voice boomed through the speakers. “Well, well, well! Didn’t need a dare for that, did ya, Lucas?”

Chloe grinned as she walked back to the bench, and Y/N nudged her. “That was something.”

“Babe, I don’t do things by halves.”

Next up Callum, pulled a card and smirked before reading it aloud.

"Harry — Kiss the last person you had a dirty dream about."

The boys started hollering immediately, and Y/N felt her stomach drop as Callum handed the card to Harry.

“Oh, this is easy,” Lucas teased. “We all know who he’s picking.”

Harry shot him a warning look before turning toward Y/N. His eyes met hers, and her breath hitched.

Before she could react, Harry stepped forward, closing the distance between them. He reached for her waist, his fingers curling against her skin as he leaned in. The world blurred around her as his lips met hers—soft at first, almost teasing, before he deepened it, making her head spin.

Y/N melted into him, her hands sliding up to his shoulders as the cheers around them turned into a distant hum.

“Okay, okay, we get it, you fancy each other!” Amber laughed, clapping her hands.

Harry pulled away slowly, his forehead resting against Y/N’s for just a second before he stepped back. His hand lingered at her waist, his thumb brushing over her skin, and she shivered at the feeling.

Ian's voice cut in: “And here I was thinking he might pick Callum. Shocked, really.”

Callum turned to the group, barely able to contain his excitement. “Alright. The next dare is… Sophia, give the steamiest lap dance to the Islander you fancy the most.”

The villa exploded with shouts and laughter.

The reaction was instant.

“Oh, this is mad,” Callum wheezed.

Lucas howled with laughter. “This is about to be painful.”

All eyes flickered to Sophia, who plastered on a smug expression, even though everyone could see the wheels turning in her head.

For a second, she hesitated—because this was risky.

But then she flipped her hair over her shoulder, squared her shoulders, and strutted over to Harry.

Y/N, sitting cross-legged on the daybed, tensed, but she didn’t react. She didn’t need to. Because as soon as Sophia got close, Harry leaned back slightly, arms crossing over his chest.

When Sophia placed her hands on his shoulders, Harry let out a sharp laugh.

“Nah,” he said flatly, shaking his head. “I’m good, babe.”

The atmosphere shifted instantly.

Sophia froze.

The reaction from the villa was immediate—Lucas literally choked on his drink, Callum smacked his own forehead, and Amber was laughing.

Y/N felt her stomach flip at the sheer rejection on Sophia’s face.

But to her credit, Sophia recovered quickly, forcing a tight smile. “Alright,” she said breezily, flicking her hair back. “No worries.”

Then, in an attempt to save face, she turned to Callum instead.

The moment she moved towards him, Callum’s hands shot up defensively. “Nope! Keep me out of this.”

Ian’s voice cut through the villa speakers.

"Well, well, well… talk about a lap dance going horribly wrong. That’s two strikes, Sophia. Might want to cut your losses before you get a third."

Sophia forced a laugh, waving it off like she wasn’t absolutely mortified, before settling for Tom—who, to his credit, let it happen, but not without pulling the most awkward, stiff-body reaction ever.

The moment the dare was over, Sophia practically ran back to her seat.

The villa was still losing it, but Y/N couldn’t even enjoy it because all she could think about was the way Harry had shut it down instantly.

And when her eyes flickered to him, he was already looking at her.

His gaze was steady, like he wanted her to know—

There was never a choice.

It was always her.

Callum, still laughing from the madness of the game, held up his hands. “Right, right—that’s it, game over!” he announced, still grinning. “You lot need to start getting ready for tonight, and something tells me this is gonna be a big one.”

The energy shifted instantly. The challenge had been fun, full of shocking kisses, brutal rejections, and wild dares, but now? Now, the reality of the night ahead settled in.

Y/N barely heard the chatter around her as everyone began moving toward the villa. She felt the warmth of Harry’s hand brush against hers, lingering for just a second longer than necessary before he pulled away.

“Buzzing for the ceremony?” Lucas teased, slinging an arm around Chloe as they made their way inside.

Chloe rolled her eyes. “Buzzing? I feel ill, mate.”

Amber groaned. “I hate the waiting. Why do they always drag it out? Just tell us who’s getting dumped and put us out of our misery.”

“No one’s getting dumped yet,” Tom said, adjusting his mic pack. “Voting’s still gotta happen.”

Y/N swallowed hard, but Chloe, ever in tune with her emotions, gave her a reassuring nudge. “Come on, babe,” she murmured. “Let’s get ready.”

As they stepped into the dressing room, the villa’s buzzing energy dulled into something heavier, something more uncertain.

The fun was over.

Tonight, everything was about to change.

The villa was alive with the sounds of everyone getting ready—hairdryers whirring, perfume being spritzed, the occasional burst of laughter or nervous chatter—but somehow, Y/N and Harry had managed to steal a moment away from it all.

She stood on the balcony just outside the dressing room, the warm evening air brushing against her skin as she stared out at the softly lit garden. Everything felt different tonight.

She didn’t hear Harry approach until his arms wrapped around her waist from behind, pulling her back against his chest. “You alright?” he murmured, his lips brushing lightly against the shell of her ear.

Y/N exhaled, her hands instinctively resting over his. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “I feel… uneasy and I don’t know if I’m ready for it.”

Harry turned her gently so she was facing him. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his touch lingering. “I know what you mean,” he said, searching her eyes. “But I don’t want you overthinking tonight, alright? No matter what happens, I’ve got you.”

She let out a small, almost disbelieving laugh. “You say that, but—”

Harry cut her off by cupping her face, his thumb tracing softly along her jaw. “I mean it,” he said firmly. “I’m done letting things come between us. No games, no doubts. Just you and me, yeah?”

Y/N felt her heart squeeze, overwhelmed by the intensity in his gaze. The way he looked at her—as if she was the only thing that mattered in the world—made her chest ache.

She nodded, barely able to find her voice. “Yeah,” she whispered.

Harry smiled, slow and warm, before leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her lips. It wasn’t rushed or desperate like before—this was something deeper, something that felt like a promise.

Y/N melted into him, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as he deepened the kiss, his hands sliding down to rest on her hips. For a moment, the tension of the night ahead didn’t exist—there was only this, only them.

When they finally pulled apart, Harry rested his forehead against hers, exhaling softly. “Let’s go knock ‘em dead, yeah?”

Y/N smiled, feeling lighter than she had in days. “Yeah.”

Hand in hand, they stepped back inside, ready to face whatever came next.

The Islanders gathered around the firepit, the usual playful atmosphere nowhere to be found. Tension crackled in the air, heavy and suffocating. Everyone was on edge, shifting uncomfortably in their seats as they exchanged glances.

Y/N sat beside Chloe, her fingers laced tightly in her lap to keep from fidgeting. Harry stood behind her, his arms crossed, his jaw set as he scanned the group. Something felt off tonight.

The firelight flickered across their faces as the familiar voice of Ian Sterling broke through the silence, addressing the viewers at home.

"Tonight, our Islanders are about to learn their fate. The public has been voting, and let me tell ya… it’s about to get spicy. Some will be safe, but for one unlucky soul, their time in the villa is up. Let’s see who’s about to get a one-way ticket back to reality, shall we?"

The Islanders barely had a second to process that before a phone dinged.

The group froze.

Sophia, sitting with her legs crossed confidently, reached for her phone. She smirked as she read aloud:

"Islanders, the public has been voting for the most compatible couple. The results are in. The couples with the fewest votes are now vulnerable. The least compatible individual will be dumped from the villa tonight."

Gasps rippled through the group, and Y/N felt her stomach drop.

Lucas raked a hand through his hair. “Bloody hell…”

Another phone dinged.

This time, it was Amber’s. She inhaled sharply before reading:

"The following couples are safe and will remain in the villa:"

Everyone held their breath.

"Chloe and Lucas."

A wave of relief passed over them as Chloe clutched Lucas’s arm. He kissed her cheek, and they both exhaled.

"Max and Amber."

Amber clapped a hand over her heart, while Max let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head.

"Tom and Georgia."

Tom squeezed Georgia’s leg, while she simply smirked, looking entirely too self-satisfied.

The silence stretched unbearably before Amber continued.

"That means the remaining Islanders are at risk of being dumped."

Harry, Y/N, Sophia, and Callum.

Y/N’s ears rang as the reality of the situation crashed down on her. She felt Chloe grip her hand tightly.

Another phone dinged.

This time, it was in Y/N’s lap. Her stomach turned to stone.

Her fingers trembled as she picked it up, swallowing past the lump in her throat before reading the words aloud.

"The individual with the least amount of votes and therefore the next Islander to be dumped from the villa is…"

The pause was excruciating.

She forced herself to look up, meeting Harry’s intense gaze. His green eyes burned into hers, filled with something between desperation and defiance.

She inhaled sharply, then read the name.

The moment Y/N read the text, it was as if the world around her had gone silent. The words hung in the air like a death sentence.

"The individual with the least amount of votes and therefore the next Islander to be dumped from the villa is… Y/N."

For a second, no one moved. No one breathed.

Then—

"What?!" Chloe’s voice rang out, breaking the stillness like glass shattering.

The firepit erupted into chaos.

Chloe was on her feet instantly, eyes wide with disbelief. "Are you having a laugh?!"

Lucas swore under his breath. "Nah, this is bollocks."

Amber blinked rapidly, as if trying to process what she’d just heard. Even Callum, who had been sitting stiffly, let out a breath of frustration. "This don’t make any sense."

But Y/N barely heard them. Her vision blurred.

Her stomach twisted painfully as the realization hit her like a freight train.

This was it. Her time was up.

Harry was already looking at her. His jaw was clenched, his hands in fists at his sides, as though he was physically restraining himself from doing something reckless.

She exhaled shakily, gripping onto his shirt.

“I don’t want to leave you alone,” she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

It was the first thing she’d said since the text.

Harry turned to face her, his movements sharp, deliberate. He cupped her face between his hands like he needed to anchor her, to make sure she heard him properly.

"Then don’t."

Her eyes flickered up to his, wide with confusion. “What?”

His expression softened, but his voice was firm, unwavering.

"If you go, I go."

The words hit her like lightning to the chest.

The group erupted around them—gasps, exclamations, Chloe muttering, "Oh my God," under her breath. Lucas dragged a hand over his face, looking like he was witnessing actual madness.

"But you—" Y/N started, but he cut her off.

"I’m leaving with you," Harry said, as if it were the simplest decision in the world.

Sophia scoffed, folding her arms. “Oh, give me a break.”

Amber turned to her with a withering look. "Sophia, do us all a favor and shut up for once."

Harry didn’t even acknowledge them. His eyes never left Y/N’s.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” he said softly, challenging her. “Tell me I’m making a mistake, and I’ll stay.”

Y/N stared at him, stunned. Her heart was slamming against her ribs, her thoughts a mess.

This wasn’t how she thought things would go. She was meant to leave alone.

Not with him.

Her throat tightened. Everything in her was screaming at her to take his hand and just run.

Chloe let out a short, breathless laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. “Oh, this is proper Love Island history, this.”

And then—

Ian’s voice, as smug as ever, echoed through the speakers:

"Well, well, well… Looks like someone’s about to leave this villa, but they sure as hell won’t be walking out alone."

A shrill ping rang through the tense air, pulling everyone’s attention back to Y/N’s phone.

Her hands trembled as she unlocked it, the final blow already expected.

She swallowed hard before reading aloud, her voice barely steady:

"Y/N, pack your bags, say your goodbyes and leave the villa . #EndOfTheRoad #GoodbyesAreHard"

A fresh wave of emotions crashed over her.

This was it.

The villa was silent except for the sound of a few sniffles. The girls looked devastated, Chloe shaking her head like she still couldn’t believe this was happening. The boys looked pissed off, like they were seconds away from flipping the firepit over.

But it was Harry’s reaction that hit her the most.

His grip tightened around her hand—firm, certain. Like there was no force on this Earth that could pull him away from her.

She exhaled, nodding. "Let’s go."

And so they did.

The walk back to the villa was heavy, silent. Everyone trailed behind them, watching as Y/N led the way into the bedroom.

Chloe was the first to throw her arms around her. "I can't believe this," she murmured into her hair, her voice thick with emotion.

Y/N held on tight, soaking in every last second. "I love you."

Chloe let out a watery laugh. "Not me cryin' like a little bitch."

The other girls followed suit. But Y/N wasn’t paying them any mind.

Because when she turned around, Harry was packing.

His suitcase was open, his clothes being thrown in haphazardly.

It took a moment for her to process. And then it hit her.

She stepped toward him, eyes wide. "Harry, are you—"

He didn’t even look up. "Course I am."

Before she could react, another voice cut through the room.

"Are you actually serious?"

Sophia.

Y/N tensed as she turned, watching as Sophia pushed through the doorway. The rest of the group instinctively moved aside, giving her space.

Harry finally looked up, unimpressed. “What do you want?”

Sophia folded her arms tightly, her expression unreadable. But the way her fingers dug into her own skin gave her away—she was desperate.

"You leaving puts me in danger," she blurted out. "I could get dumped next!"

Harry let out a bitter laugh. "That's not my problem."

Sophia stepped closer, lowering her voice like she thought it would make a difference. "You never even gave me a chance, Harry. Not a real one. And now you're just—just throwing away everything we could've had for her?" She threw a sharp glare toward Y/N.

Harry stilled.

And then, he looked her straight in the eyes. Cold, unwavering.

"I never wanted to know you, Sophia," he said simply. "There was no need."

Sophia sucked in a sharp breath, as if he had physically hit her.

"And before you start blaming everyone else," he continued, stepping around her, "just remember—this is all on you."

He slung his bag over his shoulder and reached for Y/N’s suitcase, pulling it up as well before looking back at her.

"Ready?"

Y/N nodded, her chest tight, emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

Harry took her hand again, leading her through the villa one last time.

By the front door of the villa, the Islanders gathered, forming a tight circle around Y/N and Harry.

It was bittersweet—every tear, every whispered goodbye.

Chloe was the first to wrap her arms around Y/N again, holding on like she never wanted to let go. “These are happy tears,” she sniffled, pulling back just enough to look Y/N in the eyes. “Because you found what you came here for, babe. And that’s love.”

Y/N smiled, eyes glossy. “I really did.”

Lucas turned to Harry, gripping his shoulders before pulling him into a proper hug. “You’re doin’ the right thing, mate,” he murmured, patting his back. “Proud of you.”

Harry nodded, swallowing thickly. No words were needed.

One by one, they hugged, laughed softly through the tears, whispered their last words to Y/N and Harry before pulling back.

All except for Sophia and Georgia.

They stood off to the side, watching with unreadable expressions, but neither said a word.

Harry didn’t spare them a glance.

With one final deep breath, he turned to Y/N and offered his hand.

She took it without hesitation.

And together—with smiles on their faces, hands intertwined, and hearts steady—they walked out of the villa.

----

Their future together held the promise of endless possibilities, and Harry had envisioned the perfect moment to ask the most important question of his life. Yet, every attempt was thwarted by the incessant interference of the bothersome couple. Frustration and disappointment mingled in Harry's gaze as he looked at Y/N.

"Seems like it's getting late," Harry declared abruptly, interrupting the tiresome, trivial conversations with the couple. The desire for some intimate, uninterrupted time alone with Y/N in the sanctuary of their room was becoming irresistible.

The resort room welcomed Harry and Y/N back with a soft glow from the bedside lamps. The rhythmic sound of the waves outside created a serene ambiance, a stark contrast to the frustration simmering within Harry. He needed a moment to collect himself.

“I am going to have a bath” Harry admitted, running a hand through his tousled hair. The night, initially filled with anticipation, had been repeatedly hijacked, leaving him on edge.

“Can I join you?” Y/N said, sensing his agitation, gave him a reassuring smile.

Harry nodded appreciatively and disappeared into the bathroom. Once inside, he decided that a relaxing bath might help him shake off the irritation that clung to him like a persistent shadow.

As the water filled the tub, Harry glanced at his reflection in the mirror. He was a mix of emotions — frustration, anticipation, and a touch of disappointment. The sparkle of the engagement ring nestled in his pocket seemed to mock him, a reminder of the proposal that kept slipping away.

The warm water embraced him as he eased into the bath, closing his eyes to block out the world outside. The subtle aroma of bath salts filled the air, creating a sanctuary within the confines of the bathroom.

The gentle lull of the waves failed to drown out the intrusive thoughts that swirled in Harry's mind. He replayed the moments when he had attempted to ask the life-altering question, only to be thwarted by Paige and David's unwelcome appearances.

As Harry soaked in the warmth, the tension began to dissolve. He thought about Y/N waiting just beyond the bathroom door, the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Determination flickered in his eyes.

As the warm water embraced him, Harry found solace in the soothing confines of the bathtub. The flickering candlelight added a soft glow to the bathroom, creating an intimate atmosphere. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice Y/N quietly entering the room until she stood at the edge of the bathtub.

“Hi” She smiled as she took off her clothes and slip into the hot water on the other side of the bathtub.

Y/N gracefully slipped into the water, settling in front of him. The warmth of the bath and the closeness of their bodies created an unspoken connection. Harry welcomed the comfort of her presence, feeling the tension melt away.

Y/N traced circles on the water's surface with her fingertips. "What's been bothering you, honey? You seemed a bit off tonight.”

Harry sighed, grateful for the understanding in her eyes. "I had plans for tonight, plans that kept getting interrupted. I wanted everything to be perfect, especially for you.”

Y/N's gaze softened. "Everything is perfect. We're here, together, and that's what matters.” She caressed his leg under the water.

He nodded, appreciating her perspective. "You're right, love. It's just... I wanted tonight to be special, and it felt like every time I tried, something got in the way.”

In the soft glow of candlelight, Harry's eyes locked with Y/N's, and a tender smile graced his lips. The warm water enveloped them, creating a cocoon of intimacy. As he reached out for her hand, his voice, filled with emotion, began to paint a scene of love.

"Y/N," he whispered, the words carrying the weight of all the love he felt. "From the moment I met you, my life changed. You brought colors to my world that I didn't know existed. You're my anchor, my partner in every adventure, and the love of my life.”

Y/N's eyes shimmered with understanding and affection as she held his gaze, captivated by the sincerity in his voice.

"And, well, I had this whole grand plan for tonight," Harry continued, a touch of vulnerability in his tone. "I wanted it to be perfect, because you deserve nothing less.”

He took a deep breath, his fingers gently caressing hers. "Y/N, will you make every day brighter, every moment richer, and every future better by being my wife? Will you marry me?"

As Harry spoke the question that had been lingering in his heart, the room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for Y/N's response. A tear slid down her cheek, carrying with it the depth of her emotions.

"Yes, Harry," she whispered, her voice a symphony of love. "A thousand times, yes."

Harry's hand reached out of the water, grabbing his pants. He fumbled for a moment before pulling out a small red box. The Cartier logo adorned the elegant packaging, and Y/N's eyes widened with surprise.

Y/N's breath caught, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears. "Harry..."

He looked at her with a hopeful smile. "Say you'll be mine forever?"

Y/N's heart swelled with emotion. "Yes”

The room was filled with the warmth of their love as Harry slid the ring onto Y/N's finger, sealing their promise in the intimate glow of the candlelit bathroom. The imperfections of the night faded away, leaving only the perfect moment they had created together.

Once the sun-kissed days in Anguilla had faded into cherished memories, Harry and Y/N returned to the States, hand in hand, ready to embark on the next chapter of their journey. The warmth of the Caribbean sun may have been replaced by the crisp air of their hometown, but the glow of their shared experiences lingered.

The townhouse, a charming abode with a history of its own, stood welcomingly as they approached. With keys in hand, they stepped inside, greeted by the echoes of empty rooms and the promise of turning this space into a home.

Over the next few days, Harry and Y/N dove into the process of making the townhouse their own. Boxes were unpacked, revealing memories and mementos from their time in Anguilla—a seashell collected on a morning walk, a framed photo capturing a sunset, and the scent of ocean air lingering in their clothes.

In between arranging furniture and choosing color schemes, the couple found moments to steal kisses in the midst of chaos, laughter bubbling up as they navigated the unfamiliar terrain of assembling furniture.

"I never thought I'd be packing up and moving once more," Y/N sighed, meticulously cleaning the picture frames before carefully arranging them on the mantle above the fireplace in the living room.

Harry, carrying yet another box into the kitchen, flashed a reassuring smile. "This truly is the last time, love. I promise." The process had begun upstairs in the bedrooms and gradually made its way to the ground floor. The rhythmic tasks of unpacking and settling into a new home felt both familiar and promising, a shared endeavor for the couple embarking on this final move.

"Do you think our collection is enough to fill the shelves in the office library?" Y/N questioned, securing the last unpacked box in the living room.

Harry grinned, glancing at the myriad of books around them. "I hope so. But if not, I know you won't hesitate to fill them up with more from the bookstore for your own pleasure." He had embraced her love for reading, gradually turning into a reader himself.

"Feeling hungry?" Harry sprawled on the couch. "I'm starving."

"Thai?" Y/N suggested with a chuckle as Harry reached for his phone. "What's so funny?"

Harry grinned, dialing the restaurant. "Nothing. I just know you've been on a Thai kick since you got pregnant."

The doorbell rang, drawing Y/N's attention. She swung the door wide open, and there stood Michael, Violet, and Alessandro.

"Well, what are you doing here?" Y/N exclaimed, her face lighting up. She pulled them into a group hug.

Alessandro's eyes fell on Y/N's pregnant belly. "You're glowing, really suits you," he said with a warm smile, planting a kiss on her cheek. “You look beautiful.”

"Come in!" Y/N ushered them inside, the atmosphere instantly filling with laughter and the comfort of cherished friends. “Welcome to our new home”.

"This place is gorgeous," Violet commented as they admired the townhouse. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm alright. Very tired, but happy."

"No way!" Violet's exclamation caught the attention of both men, and she grabbed Y/N's hand to get a better look at the ring.

"Harry proposed?!" Alessandro's disbelief resonated in his voice. He never imagined Harry settling down and creating a family. "Styles!" he called out, making his way toward the back of the house where the living room was situated. "Congratulations, stronzo!" Alessandro grinned, pulling him into a tight hug.

"What brings you here?" Harry asked, still processing the engagement.

"A baby on the way, a new house, and now you're engaged?! Who are you!" Alessandro chuckled, teasingly expressing his shock at the whirlwind of changes in Harry's life.

"Harry, I didn't know you had it in you," he teased, Michael joined the conversation.

"Well, it seems life has its surprises," Harry replied, glancing at Y/N with a fond smile.

"Let's celebrate!" Violet suggested. "I brought a bottle of champagne. This calls for a toast!"

As they gathered in the living room, Alessandro couldn't help but express his genuine happiness for the couple. "You know, Y/N, I always knew Harry was head over heels for you. It was just a matter of time."

Y/N blushed, appreciating the kind words. "I'm lucky to have him and to have all of you”

The champagne cork popped, and they all raised their glasses for a toast. "To love, happiness, and the future Mr. and Mrs. Styles!" Violet exclaimed.

The clinking of glasses filled the room, marking a joyous moment in the midst of unpacked boxes and the promise of a new chapter in their lives.

Later that evening, as they enjoyed their Thai takeout, Alessandro turned to Harry. "So, when's the big day, mate?"

Harry exchanged a glance with Y/N, and a smile played on his lips. "We haven't decided yet, but we'll let you know. You might have to travel across the ocean for a wedding."

Alessandro chuckled. "I'd cross the ocean for you, Styles. Just let me know when and where."