#sickly fluff

How dreamy🤭

Warnings: cussing, suggestive themes, absolutely Harry being a prince.

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There first date as fiancés, oh how that title absolutely sent a shiver down y/n’s spine, she recalls that moment at least once a day, the day they became fiancés.

It was an Italian summers evening, the day had began with a swim in there private villas pool, exploring the beautiful cost, cuddles kisses and plenty of red wine, harry knew he was soon going to pop the question and under the Italian sunset seemed right for them.

However they were back in there shared home in London and reality started to sink back in they were officially fiancés and it felt so surreal.

Tonight was there first proper date since the life changing event and honestly it felt like the first date with all the butterflies and excited nerves.

“God your gorgeous” harry said leaning on the door frame admiring the beautiful girl in only a matter of time he can call his wife.

“Harry” she jumped, “was gonna surprise you” she fauxly pouted.

“Save that for the wedding day love” he said throwing his arms out signalling for her to come closer.

She walked into his embrace wrapping her much smaller arms around his muscular frame and allowing him to rest his chin on her head and hold her.

“I got pretty lucky” she sighed under her breath.

“Mmm suppose y’did” he remarks, y/n can practically her the smirk on his face.

Leaning back slightly to catch a glimpse of his face.

She was correct.

“So pretty” she gushes using her right hand to rest on his cheek.

While putting his ringed hand over hers and manuvering it over his lips.

“That’s you my love” he answered in between small kisses.

“Should we get going?” She mumbled against his chest.

“Mm, reservations at 8:30”

“M’kay I’ll grab my bag and we’ll head off” she answered lifting her head up for a final kiss before reluctantly parting ways briefly to finalise getting ready.

Harry always outdid himself with whatever he did so date night didn’t change,

The drive was a comfortable silence and Harry’s ringed hand remained on the girls exposed thigh.

“Doing alright love?” He asked gently bring her fist up to his face and pressing a sweet kiss.

“Mmhmm, just thinking” she softly answered.

“Mm what about?” He said squeezing her thigh softly.

“Your always spoiling me H”

“Well” he began.

“It is m’job, make sure your spoilt and happy love” he answered placing his palm back on her thigh.

The restaurant sign beamed in the darkness of the night, as y/n was right this was an expensive place she could immediately tell by the types of cars simply parked outside of it.

When Harry parked up he wasted no time in exiting the car and getting to the passenger side to open his girls door, she wasn’t going to be moving a muscle this whole night.

“M’lady” he smirked, offering a hand to her to which she accepted.

“True gentlemen” she giggled pressing a kiss to his rosy lips.

As they walked up to the place Harry’s arm remained around the girls waist time.

The place was uniquely them, there first date here, where they became officially girlfriend and boyfriend and now it was there first n last time there as fiancés.

Harry booked her favorite seat by the window, candles were lit, rose petals were traditionally scattered across the white table cloth and there was already a bottle of her favourite pinot on the table

Y/n gave him a look of ‘how do you do this every single time’ to which Harry smirked and pulled out her seat for her.

“Harry, how?” She giggled shaking her head at his continuous chilvary.

“Y’know how it is love” he said sitting in his own chair.

“Drink?” He added.

“Please” she blushed

Watching him do the most normal stuff still had y/n blushing and the butterflies are still flying around all this time, she didn’t know how she was gonna cope knowing by the end of the year they would be married.

“Thank you H” she said taking the poured glass from him.

“You look so handsome tonight Harry, don’t think I say enough” she said, her own eyes scanning his features.

“M’flattered love, it’s only fair if I say I’m sitting opposite a very gorgeous girl”

“How come after 4 years of a relationship you just, know” she said after she tries subtly hiding the blush on her cheeks.

“What can I say, I like seeing m’girl go all red”

30minutes into the date, they order there food (well Harry ordered for her) and it’s hard to believe they’ve come so far as a couple, Harry still knows everything about her and y/n still blushes and gets nervous

“And yeah so I said-“ she cut herself as she noticed Harry’s eyes scanning herself.

“Have I got something round my mouth or-“ she causally asked

“Not at all, carry on love m’listening” he said, reaching his hand arm out to place his palm on top of hers.

She giggles but tries to carry on “as I was saying I- Harry!”

“What love?” He asked snapping out of his trance within her.

“Why you looking at me like that?” She blushed

It was Harry’s turn to go red, “I just, love you” he started “love your voice, could listen to you for hours” he stated taking her hand and pressing a kiss to it.

“Harry” she giggles

“Being honest love” he uses his thumb to massage her hand, his thumbs skims over her engagement ring and he smiles at the memory.

“It’s kinda sad” she fauxly pouted when she realised he had noticed the engagement ring.

“Sad? Love why?”

“I don’t know, it’s more sentimental but, our last dinner here as y’know not married, end of an era”

Harry couldn’t help but chuckle at what she said, she loved how sentimental and thoughtful she was about there situation.

“Love- it’s a beautiful thing though hmm?” He started as he picked up her hands and brung them to his face.

“You were m’crush, m’girlfriend, and now my soon to be wife” he says peppering kisses across her hands.

“Bit of an upgrade” he chuckles against her fingers.

“Correct” she nods and uses her fingers to stroke his skin.

“Your being awfully lovey” she added on, unable to hide that doe eyes gaze she reserved for him and him only

“Not a crime is it?” He quipped back, idly tracing his fingertips across her skin, as if trying etch her touch into his memory

“No, just a simple observation”

As the night grew older, there was always a part of them touching, from mindless holding hands across the table to their legs absentmindedly playing with each others under the table.

It was obvious Harry was enamoured by the girl, absolutely infatuated, despite there time together he still found his heart swelling at every word she spoke, his eyes practically melting into hearts as she did the simple things like taking a sip of her rosé, he was sure he had never felt such adoration for anyone in his life and he’d be dammed if anything was to change what they had.

As the night drew to a close, with y/n fresh rosey coloured cheeks from the endless compliments (and the endless tipple supply) they had slowly but surely decided it on calling it a night

“How are we splitting it?”

The girl innocently piped up, as she instinctively grabbed her clutch and looked over at him, who had just received the bill for there evening as a whole, to which he immediately flashed her a familiar look she had seen multiple times on various occasions

"don't give me that look" she smiled out, as a small giggle escaped her lips

"well don't ask silly questions" he playfully quipped back, his eyebrows raising in a playful manner as he leaned back in his chair, his playful but affectionate expression still showing, but his tone laced with a hint of sincerity.

y/n knew for as long as they were together she had zero chance of paying for anything, and despite her familiarity with that, she always tried regardless.

As usual, Harry worked his charm and paid, leaving no room up for debate, promising she could chip in on the next date, both knowing full well that wouldn’t happen, as they got up to leave, Harry was quick to be first up offering a hand to his girl, before letting it fall on her waist as he gently guided him and her out of the place, and doing the usual holding of the door before getting outside into the fresh air, where despite the walk back to car being only minor he always went the extra mile.

“Lovie, don’t upset me”

He’d speak up, tone still playful and laced with affection, but highlighted with meaning, to which y/n would look up at him, a small confusion on what he was implying.

Feb.14

Happy valentines my Loves! Hope you’ve been made to feel special 💘

A small insight to How y/n and Harry spend there day of love..

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February 14th.

For couples around the world today means a lot.

Valentines was one of y/n’s Favourite days of the year since Meeting Harry.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee made y/n almost float down the stairs to her lover.

She walked through the archway that connected there shared living room to there kitchen, the smell of freshly baked pancakes and croissants filled the air making y/n further excited.

There kitchen island had scattered rose petals and a newly vases bouquet sitting in the middle and just to top it off a card that read “my one and only valentines” the sound of her gasp made H turn around revealing y/n wide eyed and smiley.

“Baby!!! Im going to cry!” She exclaimed, pulling out a stool from the island and sitting down examining the flowers in front of her.

“Happy valentines my love” he said getting to her side and placing his ringed hands on her chin guiding her lips to his.

“This is too much Harry!” She squeals pulling him in again. “Thank you so so much” she smiles

“S’never too much when it comes to you darling he explains taking the plate of goodies from the side and placing it in front of her. “Coffee?” He asks already knowing her answer “please!” She said. “Don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this H, truly” she said taking a bite of her pancake.

“Don’t get me started darling”

“You’ve been my most amazing girl this year, hey?” He said placing the hot beverage on the coaster in front of her “now, eat up we’ve got a day planned” he says kissing her temple.

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I am a woman of simplicity.

I would much rather stay at home with a good book than go to any party.

So why, I ask my self once again, am I stood in front of the country's most elite millionaires in some goddamn itchy dress?

"We wish you to enjoy our Christmas Dance with all of our members," a suave, smooth voice drawls from my left. I look over to him and catch the whisper of a smile dancing on his stupidly perfect lips.

Ah, that's why.