#request:filled

Harry takes a deep breath before scanning his eyes over the beautiful printed words, even the font they used was pretty, what the fuck.“ Dear miss Y/F/N, we are pleased to inform you THAT YOU’VE BEEN SELECTED-“ Harry doesn’t have to continue. The words “pleased” and “you’ve been selected” are all the indication both of you need to start screaming and jumping into each others arms. Harry sways you back and forth and you hide your face in his neck. “You did it, you got in” he whispers against your ear and his hand runs circles on your back. It feels amazing to be hugged by Harry, it’s easily one of your favourite feelings in the world. He pulls back a little bit and his nose bumps yours, but he keeps his face there. None of you move, and your breaths and his clash as they escape your parted lips. His eyes search yours, the green is a lot more intense today, or at least they look like that up close. And the moment, if there ever was any, is kind of ruined when you hear the typical“ JUST GET MARRIED ALREADY” that someone screams at you as they walk down the hall. You and Harry both groan and separate from the embrace.“ Shut up Nicholson!” the both of you scream at your friend as he walks away and into his classroom. You turn back to Harry shaking your head and find him looking at you.“What?” you ask confused, and he’s quick to shake his head rid of whatever thought.“ Nothing… Gosh you made it!”“ I know” you can’t help but squeal and Harry takes a hold of your hands, giving them kisses all over. You tried to get your tummy to calm down, this was a typical Harry thing to do. Just hold you and kiss you and flirt, the reason why everyone was always so into you getting together, but you were just friends, and you both knew that.“I love you, and I’m proud of you”“ And I love you and am proud of you too, mister” you bop his nose with your finger after freeing your hand of his. “You’ll get your letter soon, ok? And we’ll go to London and we’ll laugh like these days were something small” the words come out of your lips soft and with a smile. Harry was so nervous he was going to have to settle for one of the colleges that were NOT his dream. He’d been accepted to some, but his London University of Arts acceptance letter had yet to arrive. Still, you never lost hope. You were both going to get into your dream college. Harry nods and sighs taking a hold of your hand before walking with you over to your fist period class.

During lunch time you both got the same jokes and looks from your friends as you sat between Harry’s legs, resting against his chest and he had his arms wrapped around you over your shoulders, while everyone chatted and munched on their meals. It wasn’t you, it was Harry. As usual the moment he reached the bench where you were sat, he made you sprawl on him. It’s not like your heart jumped every time he did it, but you liked it. You liked being close to Harry. You liked him. The bell rang and you had to go to P.E but Harry’s head was elsewhere, as he never let go of you even when people picked up their things and left.“ Uh, Harry?” “ Hmm?” he responded not really looking at you, as he just stared at the sky or something, deep in thought. You craned your neck to look up at him and tapped him on the cheek, his head turned to you this time, and his nose bumped with yours. You both stopped there for a second, shivers going up your spine and breath caught in your throat. Harry moves leans down and presses a quick kiss to your cheek, breaking you from the spell that the embrace had you on. You clear your throat“ Uh, I have to run. I have P.E”“ Oh, oh! Uh, yeah” he snaps out of his daze and untangles himself from you, allowing you to get up and pick up your stuff, but he reaches for your hand, giving it a quick kiss as well, before he also gets up and waves goodbye, walking off to his next class, surely late.

You stand there for a moment reliving the feeling of his lips ghosting over yours over and over and over.

The next day at school, is filled with people delivering silly prom-posals for the upcoming senior prom. You still can’t believe it’s your last year of high school and you get to go to London to study some more. There’s still no news from College for Harry but you still have no doubts he got in. “ Hey beautiful” Harry says as he comes to your locker and drops a kiss on your cheek, that immediately flushes red.“ Hey H” you answer closing it. You take just two steps before running into another prom-posal, this time apparently Jenny asked her boyfriend Mark with the help of the whole Girl Soccer Team. “Ok that was seriously cute” you start to say to Harry “but if I see another prom-posal today I might go insane.” Harry looks at you chuckling“ Sick of them already?”“ People go a bit too over board with these. It’s like they have to out-do each other with the biggest proposal Jefferson High has yet to see” Harry scoffs“ Come on, you’d melt at a big proposal like that” you giggle at him and stop in your tracks over to your car“ I don’t think so” Harry nods when you say that“ What kind of prom-posal would you like then?” This question though you don’t know how to answer. You’ve never thought of it. After all you only had a date to prom back in sophomore year when you dated Steven Matthews for about 4 months and everything went to shit before summer when he was going away to Italy with his family and kept saying that his heart wouldn’t be able to stand a long distance thing and you laughed, more like his boy hormones wouldn’t have let him not bang an Italian chick. Every other prom after, in fact every other dance, valentines, spring, halloween, pride week, football championship season, any dance, you’d gone with your friends, Harry included if he had not asked some girl or some girl had asked him, like the last 2 years when he got asked by 3 girls on Girls Choice Dance. But one thing was certain, even if he never told you, whoever he went with always knew that they’d have to share him with you, it’s what he always told them when you were not around, and it was the reason why Harry never went with the same girl to two dances. They never said yes to him when they knew of the whole “ M’also spending the night with y/n” situation that you were oblivious to.

You open your car and throw your books and bag in the back seat and turn to Harry to answer his question“ I don’t know. Something smaller? There’s no need to get the marching band to learn a song just so I can go to prom with someone. Also what’s up with roses?” you giggle and settle in your car. Harry is quick to lean down and press a kiss to your cheeks as he always does when you are about to get separated. And with always we mean always. He’s always kissing your cheek goodbye, even when you’re just going to freshen up in the ladies room for a brief moment. He kisses your cheek when he drops you off in your classroom door or at your house after a movie night.“ Something small” he repeats and you look at him confused “See ya, love!” he says and steps back, walking towards his car instead.

Later that night you hear the distinct tap of rocks hitting your window, not soon after Harry’s climbed up your balcony. It’s not like the rocks are some sort of ‘hey open up thing’ they are more like “get ready I’m coming up” message between you too. You had insisted on the rule after he’d climbed up to find you half naked and belting out to Maroon 5 in your room one night. Both of you were blushing intensely red and Harry had to hide a boner from you for the rest of the night.“ Yeh naked?” he asks“ No, you dork” you answer him rolling your eyes and closing your balcony door after him“ Ah, bummer” he says cheekily making you blush and you chuck a pillow at him. He laughs and sets his backpack to the side and then lets himself fall on your mattress, you’ve always liked the no frame thing, so having your bed on the floor allowed him to free fall on it every time without worrying so much about noise or breaking something. You followed suit and he opened his arms, pulling you closer to him, pressing his lips to your exposed shoulder. It was a movie night at your place tonight. You selected the movie and Harry opened his backpack to show the array of snacks he brought with him.

The movie was a bit boring and you found yourself yawning through it. Harry tapped on your shoulder, signalling you to turn around and face him, he knew that if you were sleepy you preferred to cuddle facing him, than to spoon. The sudden thought that if you listed the things Harry knows of you and have become habits between the two of you, you wonder if there’d be enough paper in the world. He knew your favourite shampoo and you knew his, and his fave gum, or what weird things he claims he always has to carry are - toothbrush and paste (in case he can’t get home), socks (for his feet are always cold) and bandaids (he says “I’m almost always with you, clumsy butt”). You’ve been best friends for so long, able to read each other like a book, and easily the only person that has seen all around any and every emotion the other has felt.“ Hey” he mumbles lowly pausing the movie.“ What?” you say half asleep, half awake.“ Wanted to ask yeh something real quick” he sits up, forcing you to do so as well seeing as you were engulfed in his arms. When he gets your attention he then proceeds to hold your hands in his and play with your knuckles. “Was wondering…”“ Yes?” you’re truly confused. Harry looks nervous, shy even, and you have no idea what. Your stomach becomes fuzzy, either cause he’s holding your hands or cause of the mood he’s set with this mysterious question. “ So yeh said you’d like a small prom-posal, right?” your heart skips a beat. He isn’t doing what you think he’s doing, is he?“ Harry-““ Wait, wait!” he shushes you and smiles “ Would yeh… Would yeh go t’prom with me” You giggle“ I thought we were already going together” you say “That was the plan. No date? Group prom…” you remind him of the plans your whole group of friends had made at the beginning of the month. He comes to kiss your forehead and nods“ Yeah, I know. But I wanted to ask yeh proper… I mean, we’re friends” he sounds a bit panicky as he says the words “but I want to be your date. We’ll go as friends, but… together?” He sighs and palms his forehead “ M’making no sense” you throw your head back laughing hysterically.“ No, no. I get it” The look on his face says ‘you do?’ and you nod at him. Sure your heart aches at the mention over mention that you’re friends, just friends, but this… This prom-posal is the cutest thing and it warms you all over. “ I’ll go to prom-“ No wait! uh fuck I forgot!” he interrupts you and leans back, letting go of one of your hands to turn to his backpack as he pulls out a small 5 flower arrangement from it. You gasp. They are so pretty, the most beautiful tulips you’ve seen. he hands them to you and smiles. There’s a small note attached to the flowers and you flip it to read it. ‘Something small… Prom? -H’“ Ok, you can answer now” he smiles cheekily and you giggle pushing at his chest“ Dork!”“ M’your dork!” he shouts before engulfing you in his arms once more. You mumble a quiet yes against his chest as you hug and when he pulls apart and looks down at you, it’s like time’s stopped once more. His nose and yours bump and your eyes battle with each other. Like every other time this has happened this week, this month even, one of you end up looking away or saying something, causing your faces to pull away, and forcing you both to continue with whatever was happening. You sit in your bed and smell the flowers. Tulips are one of your fave type of flowers, and it was really thoughtful of Harry to do that, and specially to not bring roses.“ Are you staying the night?” you ask him after a bit of silence and some more cuddling. Harry sighs and stretches before slowly getting up.“ Can’t. Promised me mum I’d be back after the movie was over” he says and smiles at you and giving you a kiss on the cheek before walking over to your balcony to climb back down. It’s a bummer that he can stay and chill for a little bit but you’ll see him tomorrow anyways, and surely every day before that. “ Let me know what colour dress yeh are wearing” he says as he’s about to leave. “Goodbye my love. Try not to miss me too much” he jokes and turns around“ Harry wait!” you scream after him and he stops in his tracks.“ Miss me already?” you roll your eyes.“Can I have the skittles, doofus?” he laughs and opens his backpack, quickly tossing you the bag of candy you like so much. “Kay, be gone now” he places a hand over his heart, acting like he’s offended and you grimace at him “yikes. Thank God you’re not applying for acting school”“ Wow, ok. That hurt” he laughs as he climbs down “love you!”“ Love you back!” you screamed, and neither knew that the other meant it so much.

Weeks had passed and still no such luck with Harry’s university letter. He’d already cried on your shoulder and punched everything at the gym a hundred times, but Harry was a happy lad and worked his hardest to get back up after his meltdown over his top choice dream college not giving him any replies. He always joked that he was a lot happier about the fact that high school was ending, once and for all. And high school ending meant prom.

Soon the big night came. There were butterflies in your tummy while you got ready in your room. Your friends were already on their way to prom but Harry promised to pick you up, in good ‘you’re my date’ fashion. Your mom already gushed at how cute you and Harry would look before even getting to see how cute you guys actually looked on prom night, but she claimed she just knew that you’d both look amazing, specially together.

You twirled around in front of the mirror. The dress was wonderful and it took you ages to decide on which one, much to Harry’s annoyance - “Y/N yeh need t’pick something. I need t’know the colour!” he kept texting you - but thankfully you had picked the right one. The soft pastel gown looked good on your skin, fit like a glove, and had an amazing and comfortable cut. A medium dip showing your back, soft lace covering your chest and small details all around, and the skirt fell softly to the ground.“ Y/N! Harry’s here, come down for pictures!!” your mom yelled up the stairs and you gathered your things ready to go have a fun night.

Coming down the stairs you were left breathless at the sight of Harry. He had trimmed his curls, and sported a really nice sleek black suit with details in white on the edges, and a sleek black dress shirt. And you weren’t the only one that had no words, it was obvious as Harry stood stuck in place looking at you up and down and up and down again. He could not believe his eyes.“ Holy fuck”“ Harry! Language!”“ Sorry Mrs. Y/L/N, but you’ll agree with me your daughter is…” he reached over and held your hand pulling you to him slightly “The most beautiful thing I’ve seen…”“Aww!” your mom gushes and you pat yourself on the back for not adding too much blush, you knew that if you were going to spend the night with Harry, both of you dressed so nicely, you would most likely blush naturally all night long. “Ok! Picture time” a soft groan left your mouth but Harry laughed, pressing his lips to your cheek.

Your mom held you back for pictures for about 10 minutes, and for about 10 more after you put on the corsage Harry had brought for you, but finally you and Harry had made it to prom. Although you never believed much in prom, and it was a bit sad cause the year was coming to an end and soon everyone would part ways, you had to admit, it was the most fun prom you’ve ever been to. Harry stayed by your side all night, a hand at the small of your back when you walked and his fingers intertwined with yours when you danced, and you shared moments with all your friends, took countless photos and danced to your favourite songs until you had to put your hair up cause of how heated the dance floor got at some point. Harry kept biting his lip whenever you were close, or when you danced something really really close, at some point had even a bit of a discussion with Niall over who’s date was the prettiest.“Mate, shut up. Y/N is the hottest, prettiest girl, in the block…” he’d say staring right at you “no questions asked” his eye drops in a wink and you blush once more.

You found yourself swaying softly from side to side with Harry some time after 10pm. There wasn’t a lot of people dancing, some decided to sit around and talk instead of dancing to a slow song, but Harry had insisted. Your hands wrapped round his neck and your chin rested on his shoulder, as you could feel the heat of his large hands pressed to your back through the opening of the dress, and his lips pressed to your shoulder over and over slowly coming up to your neck and coming back down, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “ Y/N” he murmurs and you hum back an answer “ I wanted to show you summat” he pulls away, causing you to step back as well. “ What is it?” he smiles cheekily and opens up his suit jacket reaching into the pocket hidden inside“ Well… It’s… Something small” he says and winks pulling out an envelope. You gasp recognising the sleek design you knew so well, and start to hop up and down.“ Oh my, oh my, oh my!” you take the envelope in your hand and start to rip it open, after all he’d promised he’d let you. You read over the words in silence. Dear Mister Harry Styles, we are pleased - there was nothing more you needed to read. You look up at Harry with the biggest smile on your face and he sighs a sigh of relief and smiles as well when he sees it. “You… You got in! We’re going”“ We’re going to London…” he finishes and hugs you tightly. You try your best not to let your tears escape and ruin your makeup while you whisper congratulations to Harry.“ I want to go with you” he murmurs but keeps you close to him in the embrace “I want us to go… together”“ We are Harry! We are!”“ No, I-I don’t mean like… together like we came to the prom.” he whispers and pulls apart, looking at you intensely and keeping his nose to yours. Your heart feels like it could burst in any second, you’re not sure you can take another one of these close-enough-to-kiss situations, and not jump in his arms. And Harry feels the same way. He’s been so close to kissing you for the past month, his patience breaking at the seams. He had held back for years and lately all he’s been thinking about is how to tell you that he loves you, not like he’s been saying for ages, but he really, really loves you. The moment he got the letter in the mail, he knew, he had to tell you before you left and he stayed behind, or before you both left if the odds were in his favour. He had to let you know, and now that he knew his nightmare -which was that his days with you this close would come to an end, and you’d leave and he’d stay and nothing would be the same- wouldn’t become a reality. Instead his dream was. Dream college, Dream girl. His hands come to hold your face in place “I… I want to ask you something small” you nod silently as one of your hands comes to play with his dress shirt over his chest. You’re both breathing erratically, the same way your heart is beating. But Harry never asks. Instead his patience comes to an end and he dips his head down, making his lips finally meet yours. The kiss is soft, and passionate at the same time. It feels like you’ve been waiting for snow for years and then you suddenly got it in July. It feels like warmth all over, and something familiar. It doesn’t feel like something small, because it was so long overdue, but it is perfect to every extent. The way his lips and yours move in sync, and your breathing patterns seem to align, and your hearts beat the same. “ I don’t know” you say when you pull apart, eyes closed and foreheads touching “I don’t know what the question was, but the answer is yes” you giggle giving him a quick peck to the lips. The sound of his laughter fills your ears and you keep dancing from side to side, the acceptance letter in your hand as you wrap yourself closer to his body.

Smooches- Iv. x

alsjdfhalskdjhf Again I want to get back to finishing requests so yes! I’m stock piling these, trying to get them done so I’ll be popping more during the week i think. I’ll try. If not I will after #BIM is over... IDK I TRIED.

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out swiftly as he walked into the store, a bakery he loved and he frequented with his friends. He stood in the short line as he removed a mitten, lilac and with white dots, that she had knit for him last christmas, and pressed his finger to the green button.“ ‘Ello”“ Merry christmas Harry!” he heard on the other side and smiled, even though it wasn’t christmas just yet, as the queue advanced.“ Liam. Merry Christmas to you too. How’s New York?”“ Frozen mate. How else?” Liam chuckles on the other side and Harry takes to signal to the cashier his order. The young lad winks, already knowing exactly what Harry wanted, as he punched in the order and grabbed two cups, writing down his name on them. Placing his phone between his shoulder and ear Harry reached into the inside of his coat, for his wallet.“ S’what yeh get, although it’s cold here too, but I like it better”“ Of course ya do” Harry can practically hear the smirk on Liam’s face and Liam can sense Harry’s rolling his green eyes at the comment. Harry pulls out a few bills and pays for the coffee’s. He quickly stacks both cups as best as he can, turning to leave the store, not before he’s stopped at the front door, when an older lady is just walking in. Harry stops, his eyes looking up for a brief second, to then dip slightly, pressing a kiss to the lovely lady’s cheek, and walking the small steps out of the shop, careful not to spill a drop of the hot drinks, as he mutes Liam out and walks backwards, staring at the small hanger, green leaves, a grin popping in his face.

His chat with Liam is short, and before hanging up, Liam asks about her, though Harry has no answer other than “ Oh, busy as ever” as he takes the steps towards the big building one by one.

He rides the elevator up to the eleventh floor in silence, listening to the faded out elevator version of “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” as he takes sips of his coffee, a mitten covered hand carrying the other.

The ding chime takes Harry off his thoughts and he steps on his way to the office he knows too well. There’s a smile slowly forming on his face at the smell of cinnamon in the air. He drops a quick smile by the young receptionists and lets himself in the long hallway. Right as he’s about to burst in through the door, the “Honey, I’m home” about to leave his lips, as usual, it comes open and another body almost collides with him. Harry stands there, green eyes looking up and down at the lad. It’s Niall, he knows him well. He works with her. He’s nice and gives Harry a smile, hand out ready to shake his, when a voice interrupts “ Look up children” Harry hears and he looks up for a second, as does Niall, noticing the small green leaves that seem to haunt Harry ever since the run in with the old lady at the bakery. Harry groans but laughs anyways, dropping a small kiss one the blonde’s cheek, and then Niall does on Harry as well, before continuing on his way out.

She’s sitting on her desk smirking at the interaction of the two. Harry turns to her and for a second he can’t really breathe.“Coffee’s here” he spits out however he can, moving his body so he places the warm drink on her large desk. He did this every time she had a rough morning and couldn’t stop for coffee herself on her way to work, or if she couldn’t sit with him for coffee on her lunch break. It’s what they did. The warm cup has her name on it, with the barista’s messy handwriting. She sighs, content, and takes a sip.“ You’re glorious, Harry”“ S’no biggie, Y/N” Harry looks at her as she sits on her desk in front of him. Her outfit, perfect for work but still warm enough, and he notices the coat draped on the chair next to him, it’s the one he gifted her last christmas. And he can’t help but feel fuzzy and warm inside, knowing it wasn’t the coffee he’d just had himself, but her. Her eyes and her smile, warm and inviting, giving him comfort. Harry fights the urge to spill everything, to tell her just how much he liked her, how much he wanted to kiss her and take her on dates and have her be his. Harry fights off the urge to kiss her and sweep her off her feet, afraid to mess up the life-long friendship. But Harry’s also tired of having to fight urges. He wants, he needs more.

He fixes his coat and his beanie atop his curls as he prepares to leave, and Y/N sports a confused face instantly.

“ You’re leaving? So soon?” Normally Harry would stay, for as long as she wanted him to stay. He’d share a bit of time with her before her break was over or before her boss did the usual rounds and caught her completely lazing around. But today he had his mind set on a mission. He leaned over and propped a kiss on her cheek as a goodbye. Though his heart was aiming for her lips, and he’d say dead-straight that he missed, he’s glad, because he still doesn’t want to lay this on her too hard. “Got couple errands to run. See yeh tonight?” He says. He’s hosting a small pre-christmas-eve dinner with a couple of friends and family, and of course she had been the first to be invited. Y/N smiles back at him as a yes, and he’s out the door in no time. His head set on a mission.

His feet carry him faster than he thought and soon he stand inside the store, all the way at the decoration isle, counting just how many openings were in his house. He settles for 4 of the small prickly-leaf decorations and runs to the cashier. Time to be strategic.

“ S’a fail-proof plan, Li” he says to Liam on the phone, while he stands un a chair, under the entrance to his kitchen, hanging the last of the 4 traps. Well traps because they are a crucial part of his plan.“ You think so? How many people are going to walk under them at once Harry”“ Tha’s not the point. Jus’ got to get her t’walk under it… With me”“ And what are you going to do after that?” Harry doesn’t know what to answer to Liam’s question. What was he going to do? He was in such a hurry to cover every entrance with a mistletoe, that he hadn’t really seen out his ‘fail-proof’ plan. What then? Did he kiss her? Did he tell her, plainly? What if she rejected him. What was he even going to say. He doesn’t have to answer Liam because there’s people knocking on his door and he’s rushing to be a good host. It’s his mum and Robin, and they smooch under the green hanger, before each giving Harry a small kiss to the cheeks.

As the night progresses and people pile in his house for a nice meal, he notices that somehow, someone had opened the door for Y/N. There goes the first mistletoe he misses. He also notices that being a host on a mission takes a bigger toll than he expected. Having to serve and run around with drinks, allowing him no time to cross paths under the mistletoe with her. The kitchen and backyard door mistletoes are a failed plan, so is the dining room one, as she stays in after going in, talking and making conversation with the rest of the guests. Anne and Harry place the food on the table and sit down, ready to dig in and have a nice time, and Harry’s glad everyone’s got a mouth-full or has a small conversation that includes the whole table, and no one is directly speaking to him, because he’s not paying attention and he’s not thinking about anything other than reaching over the table and kissing y/n square on the lips. His fork dances in his fingers, up and down and up and down, at a fast pace. If she looked over she’d know he’s nervous about something. How could she not? They are best friends. When Harry was young and he’d stop walking at stoplights while walking around with her and his mum, during winter, she was there with him to blow out puffs of air and look at the cloud their breaths made on top of them. How could she not? When she was always there for him during every heartbreak, as he was there for her. When she was always calling at the most convenient of times, and they planned to go to their usual bakery together. Also, Harry wondered, how could she not sense his love and adoration for her? They’ve been gifting each other wool mittens since she learned to knit and taught him how to so he could help her knit a sweater for her mom 8 years ago. He sat there and wondered and wondered, how could she not have fallen for him right back?

“Thank you for coming!” He dropped a kiss on his mum’s cheek, as he bid goodbyes to all his friends, all of them ignoring the mistletoe as they all file out basically together. It would be impossible to kiss anyone when everyone is just walking under the same doorframe. Harry feels a bit defeated, ready to call it a night when he turns and notices… She’s still here. She’s still in his kitchen, with her nice polka dot tights and her pretty red dress, and her shoes long forgotten somewhere in the house. Playing host had kept him from realising, until just now, that she had stayed behind to help clean up the mess. “ Yeh don’t have to” He says coming over to her side and taking the dish from her hands.“ I want to help. Let me do the dishes. Get the table” she smiles up at him and there’s butterflies around the room. Well, they are in his tummy but he feels as if he’s all fuzzy and dizzy, not knowing what to say or do, or where to go.

They settle into a small routine, as Harry’s willpower slowly chips away. Each time he brings another dish, or another cloth, he’s closer to dropping every single material and just kissing her. There’s snow falling right outside and he can see it pile up on the edges of his windows.“ Well, I should get going” She breaks the silence making Harry snap from his thoughts of her.“ What? It’s really snowy out there” he says, concerned for her safety driving back home.“ I know. I have to go home anyways.” Harry follows her around while she gathers her stuff and puts her shoes back on. “I’ll see you tomorrow for coffee?” she asks, stumbling as she tries to hop on to get her shoe strap to slip up her ankle. Harry steadies her when she tumbles over in his direction. An arm placed on her upper arm, and she’s so close, and he’s so close. 

How can she not feel his heart beating erratically? How can she not feel the warmth she brings? 

She pulls away and Harry groans internally. His plans of getting her under the mistletoe have gone down the drain, and without the “rule of christmas” to back up his actions, he’s not brave enough to just tell her. She takes a small box from her purse and hands it to him,“ Early christmas present” There was no need for Harry to open it. It was a new pair of wool mittens she’s knit herself. The kind Harry treasures, and loves more than meaningless store-bought ones. He sighed defeated, defeated that she has to go, and also defeated that his plan went downhill. It wasn’t a well thought out plan in the end, and maybe he could try to get her under the mistletoe she had hung up at her office, or the one at the bakery. The town was filled with mistletoes, not just the one’s in his dining room, his backyard entrance, or his kitchen. Or the one on his front door…

The one on his front door…

Harry’s head snaps up. The small, prickly-leaf ornament is basically smiling at him. When he looks back down, she’s looking up at the tiny decor, and he gulps. Well now that he’s here, what was the next step? When she looks down, she smiles at him. It’s warm and it’s giving him all the strength to spit out something, anything. He just doesn’t know what to say.

So he doesn’t.

Instead he gets a bit closer to her, notices her innocent smile fall, and her eyes shine. And he dips down, pressing his cherry red lips firmly against her own sweet ones.

There’s a sigh of relief that escapes Harry, as he kisses her, and he feels her hands come up to rest on his shoulders and caress his jaw. They kiss for a while. Longer than Harry had aimed for, but still he won’t complain. It’s not just him kissing her, she’s kissing back, and that’s the biggest thought on his head as he continues to kiss her as lovingly as one could possibly kiss another person.

When he pulls away, he misses her touch, and her taste, almost immediately. He figures it’s best to apologise, to explain profusely and ask for forgiveness until things are back to being the same. He’s one hundred percent sure, this friendship is over. And the first part of a “sorry, let me explain” is about to leave his lips when she’s the one that pulls him close and crashes her lips to his.“ I didn’t know” she whispers, and Harry’s in a bit of shock. He felt as if it was the most obvious thing in the world that he was head over heels for her. How could she not know that he liked her after all these years. And all she can think of is “How could he think that I didn’t feel the same after all these years.” How could he not know she wanted to walk with him under the mistletoe she had hung up at work, and not Niall.“ Y/N” Harry mumbles under his breath, and there’s an unspoken agreement that is signed with looks of desire and love, that this was the next step, as snowflakes cover their hair, and their noses get red as they bump into each other slightly, and the cold air slips into Harry’s house. The next step was kisses, not necessarily under mistletoes.“ Harry” she says looking at him before pressing their lips together once more. Harry closes the door and walks to settle their bodies on his couch and hopefully catch a film, and have her stay over even if it’s not for… that. Even if it’s just to look at her and sigh and love her, and maybe catch all the kisses they had been missing out on. He’s content, he officially has all he need right there and then. He pulls out a small box from under the table and she knows it’s handmade warm wool mittens. She smiles and gives him kisses as they cuddle and look at the fireplace.“ Merry Christmas”

Smooches- Iv. xRequests Are: Open! <3My writting: Masterlist

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It didn’t take long for feelings deeper than those of friendship rose inside you. Harry was a handsome lad, you had to admit it. It had taken a while for it to sink in your brain, but the moment you felt it, you knew. You didn’t deny it to yourself that you liked him a little bit more. His gentle ways and his funny self seemed much more endearing nowadays, because you knew you had feelings for him. You did deny it in front of pretty much everyone though. You weren’t about to let it slip in front of any of your friends, or his friends, Lord knows they might not keep the secret. Also, you had promised yourself to not let this affect your relationship, so everything kept being the same, therefore there was no need for you to act or speak upon these feelings. It was hard to have him over all the time while he was on breaks and during the hiatus, before the movie and such. It was hard that every time he came over he’d lay his head on your lap as he always did, to watch movies and catch up on everything going on in your life, or he’d cook for you in the mornings after he stayed over, and having lunch with his family when he went down to visit. It was hard because your feelings became stronger and people really close to you and to him were starting to notice how you both actually look like a couple. At least that’s what Gemma had briefly commented on last week when you had coffee with her.

You were preparing a little bit of a “Welcome Back” party for Harry that also mixed with a “Congratulations on your first film” thing. He was going to be done recording in just 2 days, so you had gathered all of his friends and sent them invites and asked them to keep quiet. You had planned the full thing along with Gemma and Anne. Gemma was going to pick him up at the airport and fake a work emergency to give you all a head-start with getting the guests over and last minute decorating when he arrived, and Anne helped you bake tons of cute Dunkirk and WWII themed cupcakes and sweets, along with decorating the place as much as you could with what Harry had commented over the months were his favourite things to experience on set. You even got a hold of Cillian, which was the toughest because 1. He didn’t know you and 2. He wasn’t done filming which gave him a small period of time to come celebrate, also he had to look un-suspicious to Harry, and 3. It was Cillian freaking Murphy.

You received a text from Gemma right as you finished hanging a small banner with timey photos of people of the era, and opening the door for the last guest. They were almost around the corner.“ OK! Everyone hide!” And everyone scurries to a hiding spot, ready to jump up and give Harry a good scare.

The moment he opens the door, he almost drops his bag as he stumbles back when his friends pop up and scream in his face, some throwing confetti in the air. Slowly a smile creeps up his face. This was such a pleasant welcoming. He comes inside and his mom is hugging him instantly. There’s a small line of people waiting to greet him as Gemma puts his bags aside. “What in the world?” he asks while wrapping his arms around various friends. His eyes look around the room, looking for someone.“ Y/N set it up” Niall admits while patting him on the back and Harry’s already searching eyes finally catch you as you walk over. Harry kindly pushes through his friends to come and engulf you in his arms. Your face hides in his neck as he squeezes you.“Missed yeh so much” he whispers dropping a kiss on your shoulder and rubbing your back. It takes a while for Harry to let go of you, and when he does, it’s almost as if he didn’t, because he never removes his arm from around your shoulder, taking to hugging everyone else with just one arm.

As the small party progresses, and you never leave Harry’s side, there’s people starting to file out, going home, and soon there’s only a small group of really close friends of both you and Harry left in his house. His mom and Gemma say goodbye and Harry lets go of you to take his bags upstairs and start unpacking, and maybe changing into something more comfortable to sit in the couch and snuggle you while you all watch a movie. There’s a kiss to your cheek as he walks out of the kitchen leaving you there with Niall and a couple more friends.“So” Niall is the first to speak “Going ta be straight forward” he turns to you and rests his chin on his hand. “Yeh into Harry?” You roll your eyes. Not this again. You’ve been asked this a lot. But as you see everyone looking at you with a knowing look, and how tingly you are inside from Harry’s arm around you all night and everything that has been going on inside you, you are left to blush, and your friends aww. “Shut up”

“ There’s nothing wrong with that! He’s a handsome lad” a friend of yours says, flipping her hair over her shoulder. You nod at her statement. Harry is indeed a handsome lad.“ He seems pretty into you” someone else says and you gasp. There is no way he’s into you as well.“ Don’t get my hopes up guys” one of the guys scoffs at you“C’mon Y/N I don’t think I’m the only one who’s not surprised you lot haven’t fucked already” and all around all your friends agree, leaving you to blush even harder than you were before. If that was even possible. “Shut up!”“ Admit it” Niall places a hand on your shoulder “Yeh’d like some of tha”. A wave of laughter erupts from your friends as you sheepishly say yes. “I’m just glad yeh finally admit it”

The laughter is cut short by a clap coming from behind you, and Harry enters the kitchen, placing his hand on Niall’s shoulder “What are yeh all laughing about?”“Nothing” they all say. You roll your eyes, that’s so freaking suspicious, all of you answer the same thing at once. You’re groaning under your breath and coming up with several different things to say when he asks what were you actually laughing about. Instead Harry chuckles and shrugs, leading everyone to the living room to catch a film. As usual he picks up the blanket that you two always share and pulls you in closer when he drops on the couch. You’re freaking out, wondering if he’d heard anything of the conversation with your friends, and you catch Niall’s eye several times during the movie, and all he does is shrug. You breathe in, figuring maybe he didn’t hear a thing and was just too tired to ask. If he ever asked at some point, you’d come up with something  to hide away the fact that you were talking about your feelings for him. He heard nothing, you keep telling yourself and you visibly relax in his embrace.But Harry isn’t even paying half attention to the movie, all he can seem to do is smile and giggle softly, all giddy and warm, trying to hide his smile and to calm the beating of his heart, that’s so freaking fast in his chest. He heard everything. And he’s fuzzy and infatuated at the fact that you like him as much as he liked you. His heart always beats erratically when you cuddle, but now, knowing that you’re into him as well, is stirring him up instead of calming him down. There was no way he was letting that slide, the moment everyone else left, he was going to go for it. He was going to ask you out. He couldn’t help himself as he dropped kiss after kiss on your shoulder, making you giggle because you were so ticklish.“Harry, stop” you whisper at him and he chuckles, pulling away. God he couldn’t wait to make you his.