First Piece 💖
Harry told you that you were pretty, but he never told you like this.
It was prom night, and he was taking you along with him in his expensive car. His black and white suit and dark red bow tie complemented your maroon gown. It had long sleeves, and a low-cut front. You wore black flats on your feet because you wanted to play it safe and have the best night possible.
Harry's pink lips part from each other, and his soothing voice spills out from in between them.
"You look stunning, y/n."
"Thank you, Harry. You look handsome yourself."
You grew up around him, but you never really talked to each other until this school year. Maybe it was because it was your last year together and he knew that you wouldn't see each other after these ten months.
He doesn't seem to feel this way, and he doesn't even give off that vibe. However, you overthink everything, and simply don't believe people when they tell you they want to be with you or that they want to be more to you. You haven't told him you felt this way, only one of your friends know how you think. You two have been dating for two months now, but you are still afraid that you will scare him off.
You adore him, and at this point, you can't imagine being without him. It hasn't been long since you got together, but you fell for him so quickly, and he acts like he did the same in return.
When you lift your blue eyes to look into his green, his appear lighter than normal, suggesting happiness and appreciate him.
Your mother insists pictures prior to the event, so Harry takes it as his time to put the corsage on your wrist. He focuses, not really knowing what he's doing, but you tell him to fake it for the pictures, and that once your mother was done being gushy, you will help him.
After what seems to be forever, it's time to head out the door to his car, and he drives slower than he does when he's alone to keep you safe. He sings you songs while he drives down the street, and he reaches for your hand.
"Would you hold my hand, y/n?"
You smile, and place your hand over his large one. His fingers intertwine themselves with yours, and your thumb lightly rubs against his skin, soothing whatever thoughts are flooding his brain at the moment.
When you arrive at the hotel, he sighs, and smiles big after looking at you. He helped you pick out the color of your gown, and he was eager to see you in it. Harry believed that maroon was certainly your color.
When you walk to the prom ticket collector, you hold hands, but have to separate when they ask for your tickets. You hand them over with no issue, but impatiently due to the chilly weather.
Once you are inside, you greet your friends, and gather plates of food. You decide not to fill up just now because you think you will feel uncomfortable for the rest of the night, but Harry takes the opportunity to his advantage. His plate is covered from one edge to the other, and the food is piled on top of itself. You have no idea how he can eat that much, never mind how he keeps his body in the shape that it is.
After about an hour of eating and mingling with the rest of your table, most people have contaminated the room, not leaving much space for anyone extra. The dancing section takes up a lot of the room, and people have already began putting it to use.
You stand up, and ask Harry to take your hand, and he insists that he leads you to the dance area, as it makes him feel more elegant. You giggle at him, but you quickly begin dancing comfortably as you socialize with him and the friends who have joined the two of you.
He whispers things in your ear, and you can’t help but blush. He is sweet; incredibly sweet.
After a while of dancing, Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur comes on, and you can’t help but slow dance with Harry. He holds you close, and your head rests on his rest, causing you to shut your eyes and absorb the lyrics and moment. He steps softly and at a solid pace, which you mentally thank him for.
At this moment, it feels like you two are alone, and all you seem to want to do is remain like this forever. He brings you happiness and comfort, and it is so relieving for you to be with someone who gives you a peace of mind.
The guy you previously dated didn’t fit you well. Actually, he didn’t really fit anyone well. You didn’t feel like you were dating most of the time, and at some points, you felt that you shouldn’t have been. He wasn’t a bad guy, he just wasn’t a perfect match.
Although Harry is different.
And you are so beyond grateful that he is.
When the song ends, you to seal the moment with a soft kiss on the lips, and calmly walk back to your original seats. The two of you are in a total relaxation and happy state, that anything one of you says can be held to them, as it’s definitely true.
And during that minute, Harry opened his mouth, and released what you have been feeling for the past month.
“I love you, y/n.”
