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City of Angels: Just a Little Doped Up

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Lexa ached seeing her wife in pain.

Ached.

The weeks leading up to the big day had left Lexa feeling emotionally drained; a jittery ball of nerves bouncing from one room of their apartment to the next, testing out any and every remedy she could come up with to alleviate her wife's discomfort. Weeding through half-hearted protests of, "I'm fine," and diligently argued pleas of, "I'll do it later," Lexa clawed, begged, borrowed, and stole her way to this particular finish line.

After a month of grumbled fights and empty threats of a contentious divorce if Clarke didn't stop rescheduling, Lexa could only manage a haphazard sigh at being on the receiving end of her wife's icy glare when they'd finally led her away.

Because Clarke had eventually agreed to the procedure, albeit with an air of begrudging resignation, having spent the days leading up to the appointment grumpily preparing Lexa for what to expect.

And she thought she did know what to expect. Lexa had fully anticipated the swollen cheeks and glazed eyes that greeted her when the nurse had called her back. She'd expected the blood tinted dribble of drool that leaked from the lax hang of her wife's mouth. Even the wobbly chin and glistening sheen of tears upon seeing her again didn't lead Lexa to think a single thing was amiss.

But this?

She certainly hadn't anticipated this.

"Who the hell is that?"

"Pardon?" Lexa mumbled in return as she continued to read through the clipboard in her hands, a sigh escaping her at the fifth question in a row.

"I thaaaid," Clarke pushed out with a glassy roll of her eyes, "who the hell is that?"

Slowly dragging her eyes up for a moment Lexa flashed a pleading, yet overly-saccharine, look of love at her wife.

"Clarke?" she said as sweetly as she could manage.

"Hu?"

"Shhh. Just for a little bit, okay?"

Lexa watched an affronted frown pull at her wife's lips, cheeks stuffed with enough gauze to render any threat from the look quite moot. Shooting the disgruntled love of her life another smile, Lexa turned back to the discharge sheet she'd been attempting to fill out.

"Is she always this… lively?"

A cough of laughter jumped from Lexa's chest as she dotted the final 'i' in her last name. Handing the clipboard back to the waiting nurse, Lexa grinned over at the woman now fighting through a series of torturous looking blinks.

"You have no idea," she whispered. "But this is rare form, for sure. You'd think a doctor would-"

"Oh no," the nurse, Monroe, interrupted, shaking her head ruefully as she moved to slip the clipboard in its holder. "Doctors make the worst patients. If they're not pulling the MD card on you, they--"

"Heeey you. C'mere."

"-- Act like a fool?" Lexa finished for her, tossing an exasperated look toward the caregiver in charge.

Turning to the sound of her wife's call, Lexa had to swallow the urge to laugh. Despite Clarke's best attempt at what Lexa knew to be her sultry voice of seduction, the growing puddle of spittle escaping the loose sling of her mouth was enough to kill any hope of that particular mood.

"Yes, my love?" she soothed anyway, rolling the wheeled stool she sat on over to catch her wife's searching hand. "You feeling okay?"

"Yeah," Clarke hummed, her words sticky, and slow, and slurred. "There's thit in my mouf."

"It's gauze, sweetheart," Lexa said, leaning down to press the whisper of a kiss to the swollen curve of Clarke's jaw. "You had your wisdom teeth taken out."

"They took my teef?!"

Seeing the flash of indignant anger in Clarke's eyes, Lexa immediately moved to intercept Clarke's free hand that had sluggishly tried, and failed, to fly up to her mouth.

"You asked them to, remember? They were hurting you."

Clarke shook her head, her eyes turning watery along with her words. "I wouldn't do that."

"I promise ya, hun," the nurse chuckled as she moved to Clarke's other side. "You did."

"But I hate doctorth."

"Amen, sister," Monroe hummed as she took Clarke's wrist and did a final check of her vitals.

Lexa watched as Clarke's eyes seemed to spin in their sockets for a moment before landing on her again, a smile blooming on Lexa's lips at her wife's adorable befuddlement.

"I lub you," Clarke slurred with doe-eyed conviction, picking her head up just to have it fall back a second later. Letting her wandering gaze loop around to her opposite side, baby-blues turned to the nurse instead. "I lub her, ya know."

"I should hope so," the nurse grinned as she placed Clarke's hand back down. "Otherwise the whole marriage thing would be kinda awkward."

"Yeah," Clarke said in a lazy sigh. "That'd be weird… Like we were straight--."

"Okay, Clarke," Lexa tried, shooting Monroe an apologetic smile. "Why don't we just-"

"But I'm in lub with her," she rolled on, pausing for a moment to noisily smack her obviously numb lips. "She's an angel, ya know?"

"She seems like it."

"No. No," Clarke shook her head defiantly. "You don't get it."

Releasing a nervous laugh, Lexa squeezed the hand in her grip in warning. "Clarke--"

"She's an angel. Like with the flappy wingth one. A halo and… 'N a harp, I think. Birkenstockth."

"Well those are certainly all words," Monroe smiled down at the babbling patient.

"She fell down a cliff to lub me," Clarke crooned in high-pitched broken words, her lip starting to tremble again with emotion.

Running a soothing hand through blonde hair, Lexa shook her head at the nurse holding back laughter as she stood to lean over her doped-up wife. "Clarke, sweetheart, shhhh, okay? We're gonna be going home in a minute, so just rest. If you talk too much, the swelling will be worse."

"Thee, look," Clarke said, ignoring Lexa entirely as she flopped a hand in the general direction of Lexa's face. "She's still got a lil thcar on her eye... I kith it when she's thleeping."

Head rolling back towards the nurse, Clarke looked up with a deadpan warning.

"Don't tell her that though."

"It'll be our little secret," Monroe winked before moving toward the door. "Okay, Mrs. Griffin, I'm gonna go get you the rest of your aftercare info and a wheelchair, and then you can get this one home."

Lexa breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "Thanks, Monroe."

"No problem, just sit tight."

The door clicked shut as the woman left, Lexa taking her seat again to fire off a text to Raven to let her know they'd be done soon. A hush fell over the room as she slid her phone back into her pocket before lifting her head… and seeing her wife glaring daggers at the closed door.

"What?"

Blue eyes rolled to her with what Lexa supposed could be defined as righteous indignation.

"I think that bith was flirtin' with me."

"Clarke," Lexa gasped and her mouth dropped open. "Do not call her that."

"She got all winky with me," Clarke argued, mimicking the move by seductively winking with both eyes. "I know what that meansth."

"Sweetheart, she was not flirting with you."

"She's trying to busth up a happy home. Make me get a divorce."

"She wasn't. She just thought you were being goofy."

"I'm not goofy… You're goofy."

Lexa simply sighed. "I am goofy, you're right."

"I know," Clarke nodded as Lexa tucked back a wayward curl behind Clarke's ear. "... 'N fuckin' 'winky' out there-"

"Clarke, stop."

"You tell her to sthop," Clarke frowned. "I'm married and she nid- no- needs to knock it off."

"I'll tell her that, okay?"

Clarke merely sighed, head falling to the side as stared over at Lexa through several slow blinks. "I can't feel my lipth."

"They're still there. Pretty as ever."

"I think they took my tongue away."

"I hope not. Definitely need that for later."

Clarke perked up at that.

"Are we gonna have thex later?"

"No," Lexa chuckled. "You're high as a kite, love. And you're going to be in a lot of pain in just a little bit, so I think it's gonna be a while before-"

Her words cut off as Clarke's bottom lips scrunched together, eyes filling with tears yet again.

"Oh, don't cry," Lexa hushed through a laugh as she scooted closer, carefully cradling her wife's face in her palms. She swept the pad of her thumb along the delicate row of lashes, collecting the dewy droplets before they could fall.

"You don't wanna have thex with me anymore," Clarke sniffled.

"I always want to have sex with you, Clarke," Lexa assured with a smile, rolling her eyes at the entire trainwreck of a conversation. "But you just had surgery, so for now you have to heal first."

"... Heal first?"

"Yes," Lexa nodded definitively. "Heal first, then sex. I promise."

Clarke seemed to debate the matter for a moment, her eyes shifting in and out of focus as Lexa ran fingers through the tendrils of her hair.

"Okay," Clarke finally conceded, giving a lazy shrug of her shoulder as all traces of sadness suddenly vanished from her face.

Lexa snorted as she pulled back, glad to have seemingly navigated that particular minefield successfully. A quiet knock on the door pulled her attention away as the door eased open and Monroe walked backward into the room.

"Alright, Clarke," she announced, pivoting around to pull a wheelchair up to the side of the recovery chair. "Your chariot awaits, m'lady."

"Oh look, winky'th back. Mleeeh."

Monroe's face pulled to the side in confusion, her gaze darting to Lexa who could only close her eyes and shake her head in answer. Biting her lips to seemingly hold back an amused response, the nurse gave a tiny nod of understanding as she moved to help the patient currently losing a battle with a blanket.

"Alrighty. Anyway. Ready to head home, Mrs. Griffin?"

"Griffin-Woodth," Clarke immediately groaned as she lumbered to her feet, one arm hooked through Lexa's while the other elbowed the nurse away. "We're a team."

Monroe lifted her hands up in surrender when Lexa grunted against Clarke's struggling and gave up on their coaxing method of transport, instead moving to wrap an arm around Clarke's waist to bodily shuffle her into the wheelchair. Easing her wife down in the seat, Lexa dodged a sloppy kiss aimed at her cheek.

"Hang on, sweetheart, you're bleeding again," she rushed out before Clarke could become emotionally unglued at her rebuff, mechanically moving to ransack the sterile tray still off to the side to grab a few fresh bundles of gauze.

Squatting down, Lexa tipped Clarke's head forward by her chin, thanking everything holy when her wife let her mouth fall open at her urging. Swapping out the soaked gauze for fresh ones and escaping unscathed from the teasing nip of teeth at her fingers, Lexa tenderly wiped Clarke's chin clean before tossing the rolls in the biohazard bin and moving to wash her hands.

"Well at least we know she's all set for home aftercare," Monroe said with a grin as Lexa shook her hands off and wiped them dry on a few paper towels.

Ears pinking at the statement, Lexa ditched the towels in the bin as well and made her way back over. "Yeah, sorry. Force of habit. Working inside of a hospital and being married to a doctor for four years, you just kinda get used to it."

"A lot of spouses can be a little put-off by the blood and drool."

"She drools when she sleeps anyway," Lexa shrugged, gathering up the paperwork they needed and stuffing them inside Clarke's purse. Placing the bag over her shoulder, Lexa leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her wife's forehead. "You ready to go home, love?"

"Mhmmmm," Clarke hummed with a dopey bob of her head.

Lexa held the door open as the nurse started wheeling Clarke out, her eyes doing a scan of the room to make sure they had everything. A quick jog let her catch up to the pair as they neared the patient checkout, Clarke babbling Monroe's ear off the entire way.

"Hey, sexy," a voice shouted as the doors of the clinic slid open. "Get your fine ass over here."

Lexa smiled at the call as she looked up from the soggy flow of words her wife was directing at seemingly no one in particular.

"Wabeeeen," Clarke called back in a throaty haze of excitement, her head and hand not holding an ice-pack wobbling back and forth in a bizarre kind of drugged-up celebration dance. "Baby, Waben's here."

"I know," Lexa said as Monroe wheeled them toward the SUV parked by the curb. "She drove us here. And now she's gonna give us a ride home, remember?"

"That'th nice of her... She's tho nice," Clarke sniffled as they pulled to a stop. Lexa could barely hold back a sputter of laughter at that, giving Clarke a conciliatory nod.

"Sure she is. We'll go with that."

"Jesus, Griff, what'd they do to you?"

Lexa's head snapped up to level their friend with a warning glare after blue eyes turned to her and started welling up all over again.

"Because ya look great!" Raven very expertly added, pulling her lips back in apology before spinning around toward her car and opening the door. "Okay, let's get you up and in, princess. Chop chop."

Scoffing at that pathetic display, Lexa pulled the purse off of her shoulder and shoved it in Raven's general direction as she rounded to the front of the wheelchair.

"You ready to get in, love?" she asked as she squatted down in front of her wife. "Me and Monroe are gonna help, okay?"

"No."

"Clarke--"

"I can walk mythelf."

"Let us help."

"You really shouldn't walk by yourself, Mrs. Griffin."

Clarke scowled at the nurse, a mumbled "Griffin-Woodth" floating between them as Lexa straightened back up.

"Don't make me do it, Clarke."

Blue eyes swung back around to her, a defiant glint coloring them… once they'd stopped rolling in Clarke's head.

"You're gonna be mad at yourself later," Lexa reminded. She waited a long moment as her wife stubbornly stared back. Shoulders slumping in defeat, Lexa stepped aside with a sigh and nodded toward the car.

Raven smiled and shook her head as she raised a knuckle and rapped twice on the darkened window.

"You owe me five bucks, Woods," Raven said as the door popped open.

"Yeah, yeah," Lexa frowned and shuffled aside to make room. "Excuse me for siding with my wife."

"Well in all fairness, it was a really dumb bet."

"Thank you," Lexa drawled as her friend stepped out.

Anya only shrugged as she closed the door behind her. Stepping to the wheelchair, she pulled up the sleeves of her long black coat and smirked down. "So we meet again, Clarke."

"Anya!" Clarke cheered, throwing her hand up to awkwardly pat the woman on the arm. Twisting around to look at the nurse behind her, Clarke hushed her voice and added, "She's an angel too, ya know?"

"Is that right?"

"Mhm. Our guard- our garden- our gardenia angel. But she kinda thucks at it. Don't tell her I thaid that though."

Anya's spine snapped to attention at the words, her glare darting between Lexa and the nurse eyeing the strangeness of her thick, dark outfit in the middle of L.A. heat with curiosity. Letting out a nervous chuckle, Lexa minutely shook her head and grabbed Clarke's hand to get her attention.

"Yes, sweetheart, everyone here's an angel. Let's get you in the car now, 'kay?"

"Yes," Monroe said as she seemed to blink herself out of whatever thoughts she'd been having, instead walking to the side of the wheelchair and flipping on the breaks. "Time to go, Mrs. Griffin… Woods. Griffin-Woods," she tacked on at the narrowing of Clarke's eyes before glancing up at the woman across from her. "You wanna grab that side?"

"Don't worry about it, just step back," Raven said as she helped Lexa guide the nurse up and away. "It'll be easier this way 'cause grouchy ass likes to fight anyone helping her."

With that, Anya crouched down and slid one arm beneath the bend of Clarke's knees, the other snaking between her arm and waist to wrap around her back.

"Up we go," Anya murmured and lifted Clarke out of the seat, ignoring the lazy protests from her passenger as she kicked aside the wheelchair with ease. Monroe grappled to grab and right the seat as Lexa refused to look at her, instead letting her head fall into her hand at the entire display.

Raven opened the backseat door as wide as it would go when Anya stepped forward.

"Clarke, tuck your head into me like you do Lexa," Anya said as she bent to scoot the woman through the door of the car, only to yank back a moment later with a garbled yell of disgust. "Not like that!"

"Anya--"

"She licked me!"

"You thaid like Lexa."

"Why did I agree to not film this?" Raven groaned and flopped back against the side of the car.

"Can we please get this shit show on the road," Lexa sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she took control of the chaos and began rattling off instructions. "Clarke, no licking. Anya, just get her in the car. Raven, you agreed because your friend, my wife, is a very well-respected doctor and teacher, and having a video of her licking a random woman's neck wouldn't be great for her career. Now, go start the car. Monroe… I don't even know. Thank you? And I'm sorry about all of this."

The nurse simply smiled as she reached down to unlock the wheels again and looped around back toward the clinic. "Don't worry about it. Happens more often than you'd think. She'll be out of it for a bit, but just roll with it. Keep everything clean, read the aftercare instructions, and call if you have any questions."

Exchanging a final nod of goodbye, the nurse left the group and went back inside.

"Okay, put her in, Ahn. I'll meet you on the other side."

With a disgruntled huff, Anya gave the woman in her arms another wary glance and moved to settle her into the backseat. Lexa rushed around the back of the SUV and flung the door open, slipping in and across the bench seat in the back as Anya leaned in and set Clarke down.

"Hey, Clarke? I'm gonna buckle you in now," Lexa said as she accepted the seat belt clasp Anya stretched out for her.

Clarke glared between the two of them, her hands swatting at her sides. "I'm not a child. I can do it mythelf."

"You just licked Anya's neck in the middle of a parking lot," Raven pointed out as she started the engine. "And that was after you told a random stranger that she's a whole ass angel."

"Yeah, she told her I was one inside as well," Lexa said as she clicked the buckle in place.

"Hence why we're not exactly trusting you or your motor functions right now, babe."

"But she is an angel. You are an angel," Clarke hummed, sending a hazy look of adoration to her wife while Lexa draped a blanket over her lap. "You're my angel."

"Say angel again," Raven snorted and slipped on a pair of sunglasses.

"... Sure doesn't fuck like an angel though."

"Ew, no!" Anya thundered and flung herself backward out of the door frame, dramatically heaving twice before slamming the door shut hard enough to rock the entire car.

"Clarke," Lexa hissed as her wife continued to leer.

"Huh?"

Anya grunted as she whipped the front door open and climbed in. "Why did I agree to come to this?"

Clarke's lips pooched as she sent a very wet sounding smooch in Lexa's direction. "Don't be mad, baby. I like that you're nasty in bed."

"Oh my G-- Lexa, will you please muzzle her. No one wants to hear this."

"Speak for yourself," Raven gleefully cut in as she started to pull away. "Get it, Griff! Tell us the really freaky shit."

"She lets me--"

"Clarke!" Lexa yelled while leaning forward to get her attention. Glazed eyes blinked at her in slow passes as a pout spread across Clarke's face. Sighing when she was sure she had her wife's attention, Lexa reached up and tugged a curl of blonde behind her ear. "... I promise you, whatever it was you wanted to say just now, you would wholeheartedly regret saying it later. Especially to Raven."

"That's fair actually," Raven called back as she moved them through midmorning traffic.

Clarke shifted to reach for Lexa's hand, assuring her in what Lexa supposed could be a valiant attempt at a whisper. "Don't worry, baby. I wasn't gonna tell 'em about the butt stuff."

Eyes sliding closed as a chorus of retching mingled with cackling laughter from the front seat, Lexa sat back in her seat and ran a hand through her hair.

"Not a word."

"I'm not saying anything," Raven choked out through the dying rolls of her laughter.

The car fell quiet as they drove, Lexa looking out the window and letting her mind drift. She watched the cars and hills of the outskirts of L.A. fly past as they wound their way home. Despite… well, everything, she was glad this was finally over; the final expense officially checked off of their list of 'to-do's'. She idly tapped her fingers on the leather of her seat and admired the green hillsides, smiling to herself as she thought of what came next.

They hadn't told anyone when they'd made the decision to start looking through private listings, Lexa having sworn Anya to secrecy until they'd figured out an actual plan. She wondered if she'd miss the familiar drive to their apartment, the only home she'd truly known on Earth. She was excited, if not a little nervous, but ready to take the next step with the… absolute mess of a woman beside her.

Letting her head lull back over to check on her patient, Lexa startled a bit to find watery, blue eyes already staring back.

"What's the matter?" she hushed in a soft and concerned voice, scooting closer as she reached up to brush away a rogue tear.

"You're really hot... And tho pretty."

Rolling her eyes at the dreamy words, Lexa grinned back. "Not as pretty as you."

"My wife'th gonna be tho mad at me," Clarke whined and shook her head.

"... Why is your wife going to be mad at you?" she asked with a quirk of her brow.

"'Cause I think you're really hot," Clarke confessed through a fresh wave of tears.

"Seriously can you like, knock her out or something?"

"Shut up, Anya," Lexa said as she scooted the remaining distance between them. "Clarke, darling, I promise, your wife won't be mad at you for thinking I'm hot."

"How do you know?"

"Because she's your wife, genius," Anya drawled. "I still can't believe they trust that woman with human lives."

"You're just a little doped up right now," Lexa soothed even as reached out to flick her friend on the ear. "Don't worry though, I'll take care of everything. You just relax."

Clarke blinked owlishly at her for a minute, Lexa clearly able to see the cogs grinding to life through the fog of the drugs. She smiled and nodded as Clarke's face suddenly lit up, eyebrows shooting upward as her mouth dropped open.

"Oh yeah," Clarke beamed, her head wobbling back and forth as she flopped around a little in her seat. "That is you, innit. I forgot, ha. That'th crazy."

"It is."

"Man, I am high."

"You are."

"You should kith me."

"I should not."

Lexa nearly groaned as soon as the words left her mouth.

Clarke's face fell into a devastated frown, her lip trembling as her head fell to her shoulder. "You don't wanna kith me."

"Clarke, no, that's not it--"

"I knew it. I'm tho ugly now you won't kith me anymore."

"Oh my God, stop. Just, hang on," Lexa huffed. "Raven, do you have napkins or Kleenex in here? Anything?"

She waited as Anya rifled through the glovebox, accepting the fistful of napkins along with a deep look of disdain when she passed them back. Gently cradling her wife's chin, Lexa tilted her face back up.

"I'm gonna make you a deal," she murmured as she dabbed away as much blood and spit from Clarke's lips as she could. "I will kiss you. But. You have to let me kiss you. You just sit there, okay?"

Clarke bobbed her head in a tiny nod, Lexa's heart squeezing tight at the sad but hopeful face still cradled in her palm. Once she deemed those lips as clean as she could ever hope for given the situation, Lexa tossed the soiled napkins into the seat beside her.

Bringing her other hand up, Lexa held her wife's face between her palms, a smile spreading over her lips as she took in the sight of her. The sight of laugh lines that had begun reaching out from the corners of baby blues, their recent appearance reminding Lexa how happy their life together had proven to be. She admired the few twists of grey that weaved in and out of silken blonde, the effect of them making the woman look all the more distinguished.

Running her thumbs over the apples of delicate cheekbones, Lexa leaned in and gently pressed a kiss to her wife's lips. She hummed at the familiar feeling, soft and sweet as ever, her movements steady and light so as to not cause any pain. Pulling away, she left a last peck on Clarke's upper lip, forever a slave to sealing the little beauty mark with a kiss.

"Better?" she whispered as she watched Clarke's eyes flutter back open.

Clarke was quiet as she stared back, a long moment passing before she heaved a defeated sigh.

"I couldn't feel it."

Lexa did her best to bite back a snort of laughter, head dropping forward as her chest shook with the effort. "Don't worry, sweetie. I'll kiss you plenty to make up for it when you feel better, I promise."

"We're here, lovebirds," Raven announced as she pulled to a stop outside of their apartment building. Lexa squeezed her shoulder over the top of the seat in thanks as she reached for the handle. "I'm gonna stay here so my lazy ass doesn't have to find a place to park, but I'm gonna call you guys later, okay?"

Grunting in acceptance as she opened her door, Lexa hopped out and ran around the back of the car to meet Anya on the other side. A few petulant protests and a very one sided bartering war later, Lexa pressed the button to shut the doors of the elevator in their building.

Sighing as she all but collapsed back against the rail of the elevator, Lexa reached out a hand to nudge her friend's shoulder.

"Thanks again, Ahn."

"Yeah, whatever," Anya grumbled, adjusting her grip on the woman sagged at her side.

If Lexa had had the energy she would've laughed at the pair of them, knowing full well Anya was supporting every inch of the woman's weight despite Clarke's staunch insistence that she could walk.

She reminded herself that her wife's stubbornness was part of why she loved her.

"Okay, here we go," Lexa rallied as the doors slid open on their floor. "Last stretch, love, and then you can rest."

"I wanna make nachos."

"Yeah, we'll have to see about that," Lexa shook her head as she jogged ahead to unlock the door, holding it open as Anya all but dragged Clarke through the entrance of their apartment.

"Where should I put her?"

"Bedroom."

"No," Clarke said with enough ferocity it startled the pair, taking Anya particularly by surprise when she elbowed her way out of the hold and launched herself toward the couch.

Lexa felt her heart jump up into her throat as Clarke nosedived toward the cushions, landing face first into the set of pillows.

"Clarke!" she yelped, darting around the couch and crouching over her. Biting back a twitch of annoyance, Lexa pulled the woman upward and helped her flip over. "Jesus, you have got to be more careful. You could've really hurt yourself."

"I'm fine, baby," Clarke slurred, glassy eyes shining behind the low droop of her lids. "I don't feel anything. You could punch me right in the mouf and I'd be fine."

"I'm not going to punch you."

"I might."

"Goodbye, Anya. Thank you for helping," Lexa blindly called over her shoulder, "but you can go now. Raven's waiting."

"Right, right, right," Anya said, rapping a knuckle on the wall as she turned to go. "I'll leave you to take care of the little missus. Call if you need anything. Feel better, doc."

"Byeeeeeeeeee," Clarke sing-songed out to her before the door closed, shimmying in place as Lexa helped her adjust on to her back. "She's gonna go makeout with Waben."

"What else is new," Lexa grinned and pulled the blanket off of the back of the couch.

Lexa moved to take off Clarke's shoes and socks, leaning down to peck a quick kiss to the wiggly toes before tucking them under the blanket as well. After placing the shoes in their home along the front hall of their apartment, she moved to ditch the balled up socks in the laundry despite the disgruntled yowl from the plump feline stationed on top of their washer.

The jingle of Penny's collar followed her as she went about collecting the supplies listed on the aftercare sheet, piling a tiny tray up with gauze squares, water, pain medicine, and snacks.

"That'd not nachoth," Clarke said with a sleepy grump of a frown as Lexa laid the tray on the coffee table beside her.

"Not nachos. No crunchy stuff, unfortunately. Doctor's orders. But may I offer you a bowl of our finest applesauce?"

"This is bullthit."

"I know."

"You did this to me, and I'll neber forgib you."

"I know."

"Will you cuddle wif me?"

Smiling down at her wife, Lexa simply nodded and quickly tied her back into a ponytail.

"Scooch," she hummed, toeing off her shoes before gingerly climbing over to the opposite side. Lowering herself as gently as possible, Lexa fit herself into the snug space between her wife and the back of their couch. She wriggled down enough to make sure she was safe from knocking into the already swollen jaw.

"Better?" Lexa whispered as she rested her head on Clarke's chest and draped an arm around her waist.

"Mhm," Clarke said, the drowsy weight of her hum sounding peaceful and warm.

"You can't sleep with those things in your mouth."

"Not thleepin'."

Giving up that fight before it could start and deciding she'd just slip them out once the woman dozed off, Lexa snuggled in deeper, breathing in calming lungfuls of her wife's scent.

The day had been insane, which after four years of marriage she was generally used to, but overall Lexa couldn't help but pat herself on the back. She knew when the medicine started to wear off they'd both be in a world of pain, but for now, she let herself relax into the peace of the moment.

Which was promptly broken by the faint buzz of Clarke's phone.

Sighing in annoyance, Lexa dug her hand under the blanket and into Clarke's pocket to pull it out. She thumbed in the passcode, muscle memory having her click 1203 for their anniversary without a thought, and tapped to open the notification.

Asshole (11:42 a.m.): so... you're gonna tell me about that butt stuff thing later right?

"For fuck's sake, Raven." With a disgusted sigh, Lexa closed out the message and slapped the phone on the table.

Snuggling back into the snoozing body beneath her, Lexa decided she'd just have to deal with that later.

#sorry for the ugly ass moodboard just go with it #clexa #clexaweek 21 #clexaweek 21 day 6 #day 6 magic #CoA

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onlystylesangels · 6 years ago

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My Love For You (Pt. 2)

Requested: Anon: Imagine H being really in love w y/n celebrating his daughter birthday at Anne’s and everyone realising that Harry has found the one OMG THS IS REALLY CHESSY I LOVE IT

Pairing: Harry x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, some angst, death of significant other.

Word Count: 11k+

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

A/N: Second part to MLFY. This was sad for me to write and I hope you lovelies enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing this! Much Love!❤💓💞

“Evie! Evie! Darlin’ c’mon open the door, lovie.”

“No, daddy.”

“Evie… Look Evie I know you don’t like the dentist, but we gotta check those shiny teeth of yours, yeah?”

“Not today daddy.” Evie stuttered out.

“Would it be best if we invite Y/N wit’ us?” Harry said, as he was beginning to sound more convincing.

“Is she coming wit’ us?” Evie asked as her voice soft and heartbreaking for Harry. He knew that Evie was going to start tearing up.

“We can call her if she is available. Please open the door, lovie. I’m sorry, I should’ve not lied to ya.” Harry apologized, as he rested his forehead on the cold wooden surface of the door.

There was no response back behind Evie’s door. Which probably explained the soft footsteps that were heard behind the door.

“Call her daddy.”

“Now if she says yes, will you promise to open this door?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Now open the door, Evie.”

Evie slowly opened the door as Harry stared down at Evie with saddened eyes. She was already dressed, because she thought they were going to the park, but when Harry told her that they were actually going to the dentist, Evie ran to her room and locked it. She hated the dentist, could we blame her?

“You said we were going to the park daddy, you liar!” Evie exclaimed, as her eyes began to develop tears.

“I know Evie. I’m so sorry little bub, but what else could I have done? You hate the dentist.”

“You didn’t have to lie, daddy. The doctor stinks. And the nurses are always mean.” Evie pouted, as Harry knelt down to wipe away the fallen tears that slipped down her cheeks.

“How so?”

“They put pens in me mouth. That’s mean!” Evie exclaimed as she squished her daddy’s cheeks together making him look like a puffer fish.

Harry smiled at his daughter as she concluded her argument that the dentist was the worst and the meanest place. He did agree with her, but he wasn’t going to tell her that.

“Darlin’. It’s their job. They keep kids like you safe from the monsters that are cavities.” Harry tried reasoning with little Evie.

“Cavities?”

“Yep.”

“You crazy, daddy.” Evie teased, as she removed her hands from Harry’s cheeks.

Harry’s smile faded into a frown, as Evie’s big green eyes looked brighter and happier.

“Crazy? Who you callin’ crazy, lovie.” Harry said as he tickled Evie's side, as Evie erupted with giggles and tried to tickle her daddy back.

Harry brought Evie close to him so he could give her a hug, “I love you Evie. Now let's go and check those little teef of yours.”

**//**

“Y/N are you sure they're going to be nice? What if they aren't.”

“Yes Evie. We'll be right there with you. Me and your daddy are going to be in there, sweetie.” Y/N cooed as she smoothed Evie's hair. “Promise. We'll be right here.”

Evie smiled and looked back at her daddy as he sent her a wink. “Do you want us to come inside bub?” Harry inquired as he bent down next to Y/N.

Evie looked to Y/N's eyes and then back to her daddy. Evie thought deeply is she wanted Y/N and her daddy in with her.

“No. I think I can do this.” Evie smiled as her smile made Harry and Y/N smile and cheer for little Evie.

“Yay! My lovie. You’re growing up so fast.” Harry cheered as he rubbed his glossy eyes.

“Go on then, Evie. We'll be out here.” Y/N said as she leaned forward and pressed a kiss against Evie's forehead. “Proud of you little Evie.” Y/N smiled as Evie gave her a hug and hugged her dad who was busying himself by rubbing his glossy eyes.

“No mo’ tears daddy.” Evie softly said as she smoothed her daddy's cheeks. “I love ya daddy.” Evie smiled as she waved her little hand before she went into the room, she pressed a kiss on Y/N’s cheek.

“She loves you, you know? She really adores you. She adores you more than me!” Harry confessed as he kept wiping at his eyes.

“I adore her Harry, best yet I love the little one.” Y/N giggled. “You’re still crying, darling?” Y/N asked as she wiped the little tears that were threatening to leave Harry’s beautiful emerald eyes. “There.” Y/N smiled.

“You’re too good to me, darlin’.”

**//**

“Daddy! The toofman gave me candy!” Evie exclaimed from the back seat of Harry’s car.

“You sure they're candy? They might be mints, lovie.” Harry said as he looked at the rear view mirror watching his little daughter inspect the contents of the circular little pebbles.

Evie tastes the little circular pebbles and she gags as she tastes a distinct mint flavor.

“Daddy they're mints!! Y/N do you want some candy?”

“I don't think they're candy, sweetie. Didn't you just say they were mints?”

“Darn it! I can't tell jokes.” Evie pouted as Harry and Y/N both laughed and Evie laughed along with them.

The car ride was pleasant. Harry focused on the road while Evie talked with Y/N during the drive.

Y/N couldn't describe how she adored little Evie. She is an amazing little kid, she's smart and she has a love of art probably getting it from her dad or mother.

She wondered where her mom was. It's not really her business to know about the mother of this adorable little girl, but she was curious, that's all.

**//**

“Okay, my little bub go on and go to bed I’ll be there in a bit to tuck you in, yeah?” Harry says as Evie starts hopping up trying to get her daddy’s attention.

“Carry me, daddy!” Evie giggled, as she waved her little hands.

“Alright, lovie.” Harry smiles. “Y/N, I’ll be right back. Got to put this little bub for a nappy.”

“Sweet dreams Evie!” Y/N smiled as Evie waved and smiled back at her. Harry walked off carrying a sleepy little Evie as he walked towards a hallway that led to Evie’s bedroom.

Y/N stood standing near the dining table, smiling to herself. Oh how Y/N loved Harry and Evie. They were gems to her, the most precious thing that she came across with and she is always thankful of Evie. She was the reason of Y/N meeting Harry and Evie. That precious day was soon going to change into a time that Y/N herself didn’t know she was going to enjoy the company of a precious, little three-year-old and her dad. A man that she has known for months and who she fantasized of. Is it bad that she fantasizes about Harry?

“I’m back, love. Now, what was it that you were talkin’ ‘bout your feet?” Harry asked as he made his presence into the lonely living room interrupting Y/N’s recent thoughts.

“Uh, yeah. I had this pain since yesterday at work. I was standing most of the time and wearing my favorite high heels. But by the looks of it, they aren’t my favorite anymore.” Y/N added, her hand smoothing down the little hairs on her head that just couldn’t take the hint of staying flat on her head.

“Love, why don't ya sit down, don't want ya to get your feet hurtin’ more than they already are.” Harry encouraged, as he sat down on the couch. “Ya have foot support?” Harry asked, as Y/N finally sat on the couch.

Y/N shook her head, as she started to massage her socked foot.

“Gotta get 'em fo’ ya. Don't want your feet feelin’ sore all the time. I don't want ya complainin’ about them.” Harry expressed, his hands wrapping around Y/N’s right foot.

“You tired of me complaining, Harry?” Y/N beamed with a smile.

“Not at all darlin’. Jus’ looking after ya, thas’ all.” Harry said as he sent her a wink.

Harry rubbed Y/N’s feet, massaging the aching flesh of her foot. While doing so, he would look up to Y/N and smile and look back down smiling as he continued massaging Y/N’s feet.

Y/N's heart started thumping and thumping. Has her heart ever beat this fast? She didn’t know. She can’t recall the moment her heart thumped this hard and loud that she can literally hear the thumping in her ears.

“You're tickling me, Harry!” Y/N exclaimed as she tried to ignore her loud, pounding heart.

“'S not on purpose, love!” Harry smirks, as he continues massaging and tickling part of Y/N’s foot that makes her laugh the most.

“Stop Harry! You're tickling me!” Y/N laughed out, her hands trying to cover her feet that so Harry wouldn’t have the advantage to tickle her again.

Harry laughs and stops massaging her feet and just tickles Y/N’s sides.

“'S fine love. I'll let you have your fun with me as well.” Harry teased as he put on Y/N’s socks back on. “Why didn't ya stay home, love? If your feet were hurtin'?”

“I didn't want to let Evie down. I wanted to be with you both anyways.” Y/N confesses as she smiles looking down at the floor.

“Ya wanted to be here with us? Are you sure it's not because of me?” He smirked, as there was a distinct change of demeanor in his eyes and face. Was it lust? No. It couldn’t be…

“Jus’ jokin’ love. I know you come here to see little Evie.” Harry stated. His last statement becoming a wind of lost words.

That teasing manner of his was driving Y/N insane. He knew what he was doing with that face having so much emotion but also cockiness.

Boy was Y/N in for a reckless ride of emotions.

**//**

“Y/N. I want you to be at this meeting and I need you to write notes of the next big thing that they talk about, okay?” Her boss rephrases. Her short blonde hair looking a little stiff from the tight bun on top of her head.

“Today? I have another meeting with the secretary and other colleagues. Can Emma do it instead?” Y/N reasoned. Her boss giving her an expressionless look.

“I’m asking you to do it, Y/N. Besides, I really think you can do this. I only ask people to do this for me if I trust them, and you Y/N, I do trust.” The blonde woman explained.

Y/N nodded in response and tells her that she can do it even though in her mind she is telling herself to just skip that meeting. But knowing Y/N, nothing will change her mind from going to that meeting.

Speaking of a reckless ride of emotions. Y/N was currently sitting through a long, boring meeting about a company wanting to partner with the company that Y/N is working for. Why couldn’t she man up and considered the idea of opening her own coffee shop? Ever since she graduated from college she had the idea of opening a coffee shop that had its own bookstore, but she really wasn’t sure if she should have done it. Now? Now she actually wished she considered it.

“Alright. That will be all. Does anyone have any further questions before we end today’s meeting?” A colleague said. Someone that Y/N didn’t even know worked in this building.

Everyone shook their heads as Y/N was relieved to seeing everyone getting up and gathering their papers and notes. Y/N gathered her notes that she took while colleagues were presenting their new solutions investing on new things to buy and then sell to other companies.

She stepped out of the meeting room and walked passed other cubicles. Her mind only focusing on leaving and getting home and treating herself to a relaxing bath. But before she could think more about relaxing, she heard Cami’s voice call her from behind her.

“Y/N! There is someone asking to see you. It’s that good looking lad with green eyes and his little daughter.” Cami informed her. Her eyes glancing down at the papers in her hands and back up to Y/N.

“Uh… Are they in the front desk?”

“Yes. Go on, go. I’ll take these papers to the boss for you.”

“You sure, Cami? I can take them to her right now I don’t want-”

“Nonsense. I got it. Now go with them, don’t want the good looking lad waiting too long.” Cami winked. Her eyes not leaving Y/N’s as her face started to evolve into a pink and red tint on her cheeks.

Oh. Is it really that obvious?

Yes. It is obvious she told herself.

Once Y/N grabbed her coat and purse she had a smile plastered on her face when she entered the coat room. Her hands started to tremble for a weird reason. Was it because she was excited to see them or was it for something else? She couldn’t really explain it but boy, she was excited to see them.

She walked quickly, passing other people that walked beside her. Her smile never faltering, her smile got even wider when she landed eyes on the beautiful family of two.

As Y/N came closer to them, Evie waved her little hands catching Harry’s attention. His gaze moved from looking down on Evie to Y/N, his eyes wandering on her face and seeing the big smile on her face.

God, how he adored her beautiful smile.

“Y/N!” Evie exclaimed. As she was bouncing on her toes.

“Hi, lovie!” Y/N exclaims. As she brought Evie close to her to hug her.

Harry stays behind them, admiring them both.

Evie and Y/N separate from each other as Y/N looks up to find Harry smiling down at them.

“Hi love.” Harry smiles.

That smile would be the end of her.

Harry came close to her as he embraced her as well.

“How are you Y/N?” He asked, his voice sounding like luxurious velvet.

“I’m great. How are you Harry.”

“Splendid.” He smiled yet again. “Lovie. Why don’t you show Y/N your new sneakers, yeah?” Harry encourages by patting Evie’s shoulder.

Evie smiles up her dad as he returns the smile to her. “Y/N, I got my new sneaks yesterday! Do ya like ‘em?”

“Of course, lovie! I adore your new sneaks. Might have to get myself some too!” Y/N mused, as she knelt down and booped Evie’s nose.

Harry glanced at Evie giving her one of his infamous smiles. “I wanted to- we wanted to ask you if you can go to the park with us today? I hope we didn’t interrupt your shift.”

“No, it’s alright. I was just about to leave when you two came in. Good timing.” Y/N grinned. “Is it nice out there? It was quite chilly when I got here.”

Harry nods in agreement and continues. “Feels like spring out there. It must be coming early this year.”

Both Y/N and Harry stand awkwardly near the exit of Y/N’s workplace.

“I think we should get out, yeah?” Y/N reminds, her hands tucked in her heavy coat pockets.

Harry nods and takes Evie’s hand in his.

“Shall we go to the park?” Y/N suggested, as Harry ran a hand through his messy head of curls.

“Ye- Yes. Let’s get goin’.” Harry stutters, as Evie giggles at him.

How did Evie see the effects that Y/N gave her dad whenever they were around each other?

Is it really that obvious that even Evie laughs at her dad for stuttering trying to get something out without his cheeks turning a light shade of pink? If it was obvious to Evie then it was totally obvious to them both, right?

**//**

The walk was pleasant. The park that they were going to was very close to Y/N’s job which was convenient. Her feet started to hurt just a little but she thanked Harry when he surprised her one day giving her foot support.

“Had to get ‘em fo’ ya, darlin’. Don’t want your feet hurtin’ again.”

He cared for her so much and she felt bad for accepting the foot support that he got her. He used his time and money in getting her something that Harry knew Y/N was going to use. It’s just he didn’t have to get it for her, but he wanted to anyway. He was just too kind for his own good.

Harry and Evie walked beside each other as Evie held her dad’s hand and Y/N walking beside Evie. The weather was beautiful, even though it was in the middle of January. The sun was blazing and with its brightest rays and the wind whispering short nothings.

“Daddy? Can we sit there?” Evie asked, as she shaded her eyes with her hand

“Of course, lovie. Choose where you fancy, yeah?” Harry smiled down at her as Evie ran to a bench under a tree that overlooked the river.

“This park is really beautiful.” Y/N acknowledged.

“It is innit?” Harry said as he looked at Y/N and admired her beautiful features.

How he was lost in love with her.

“We have never been to this park before. Just the one near your house.”

“Yeah, but I think I like this one better." Harry said as he sat down on a bench overlooking the still frozen little pond.

Y/N walked behind him as Evie ran towards them and held Y/N’s hand.

"It's almost Daddy's birthday, Y/N." Evie added, her eyes glancing back to Harry.

"Really? When is it, lovie?"

"Ask him!" Evie whispered yelled. "Daddy can I play with the other kids?" Evie asked Harry as they were all settled on the bench.

“Sure, lovie. Be careful please, okay?” Harry warned Evie as she rolled her eyes and hugged Harry.

“Okkayy.” Evie elaborated, as Harry smiled of her sassiness.

Evie ran towards a group of little kids that were nearby so Harry and Y/N could keep an eye out.

“Love her! She is such a little sassy little bub, isn’t she?” Y/N asked as she bumped Harry with her arm.

“She is. Don’t know where she gets it from.” Harry added, he looked down and began playing with his rings.

“So, I heard from Evie that your birthday is coming soon. When is it?”

Harry smiled. That cheeky smile that shows off his beautiful dimples. “First of February.”

“That’s next week Harry! Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Y/N questioned, as she put a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I dunno. Jus’ thought ya didn’t want to know.” Harry stated as he made it sound like a question.

“Of course I want to know! I would probably make you a cake or get ya a present of some sort.”

“Stop, love. Don’t want ya gettin’ me anythin’. Being in your company is already the best thing I can ask for.” Y/N’s face reddened, as her whole body started to warm up as she started to unzip her jacket. Gosh she was burning up. Along with the heat, butterflies consumed her belly as Harry smirked at himself from her reaction.

“Look at ya. Got ya all red ‘n blushy.” Harry teases as Y/N gently hits him in the arm.

“Stop it will you!” Y/N exclaimed as Harry continued to laugh finally making Y/N laugh along with him.

**//**

“Evie? Can you come here and get your lunch? I jus’ finished makin’ mac and cheese.”

There was shuffling heard from the end of the hall as Evie ran towards the kitchen, as she had a stuffed bunny in her hand.

“Mac and cheese!” Evie exclaimed right after she sat down on a chair.

Y/N admired Evie and watched Harry as he carefully put the pasta in a little plate. He was so concentrated that he didn’t even bother to turn off the burner.

“Alright, love.” Harry said as he walked towards the dining table. “Here ya go, little bub.” Harry set the small plate in front of Evie as Evie clapped her hands from excitement.

“Tank you daddy.”

Harry stood near the table making sure that Evie had everything before he walked himself towards Y/N.

“Do you need anythin’, love? Water, soda, anythin’?” He asked, as Y/N shook her head and looked towards Evie as she enjoyed her lunch.

“She loves mac and cheese.”

“Yeah. Wouldn’t blame the little bub. I love mac and cheese as well. You?”

“Love it.”

While Evie finished up eating her mac and cheese, Harry went into the kitchen to wash up the dishes he used to make the pasta. Y/N was sat on the couch by herself and she got up, curious to look at the photo portraits on a shelf.

She walked herself towards the the shelves that had pictures of faces that Y/N didn’t recognize and only two portraits that she recognized was Harry and Evie.

Her mind wandered to the thoughts and feelings that each person felt when Y/N picked up one frame and saw each unfamiliar face smile. They were all so happy. But there was one picture that caught her eye, one that only showed a woman carrying a newborn baby in her arms and a man kissing the woman on her forehead and having his hand on top of hers while she had both wrapped around the baby.

Was this her? Was this Evie’s mother? It had to be, who else would this woman be. Y/N felt happiness but a rush of sadness at the same time. She set the picture frame back on the shelf where it belonged and went to sit back down on the couch. She looked over to the dining table and saw that Evie wasn’t there anymore and glanced over to the hallway and found Harry walking over to her.

He moved slowly towards the living space, he kept rubbing his eyes and he almost bumped into the chair that Evie sat on.

“Fuck sakes!” Harry whisper yells. He pushed the chair in and continued his way towards the living room.

“Are you alright? You look a little woozy.” Y/N cautioned.

“Yeah. Jus’ a little tired tha’s all.” Harry slowly said.

“I’ll go if that’s alright. Don’t want you to stay awake because of me.”

“No, no, love. Please stay as long as you want. Don’t want ya to feel forced to go because I’m jus’ gettin’ a little tired.” Harry added. He rubbed his eyes and let out a yawn. “Plus, like I said,” He pauses and lets out a yawn. “I love havin’ you here.” Harry smiles as Y/N smiles back.

After an hour of talking about work and more about Evie’s birthday party, Harry and Y/N were both covered in a blanket as they were enjoying a show that was currently playing in the background.

Y/N tilted her head to see Harry intently looking at the tellie. She wanted to ask him what was in her mind, but right now? He fascinated on what was on the tellie, this could surely wait another time, but no. She was just that curious to ask him.

“Harry?” Y/N asked. Harry shifted and abruptly looked over to her eyes.

“Yeah, love?” Harry asked. He rubbed his eyes from looking at the tellie for far too long. “Is there somethin’ ya need, Y/N?” Harry asked as he smiled.

“No. I just wanted to ask you something?” Y/N’s statement coming out as a question.

“Go ahead, love.” Harry chuckles

“Okay. I wanted to ask about Evie’s mother. I just saw the pictures on the shelf and I saw a woman carrying a newborn baby. And I know it is none of my business to know this you don’t have to tell me anything if you-”

“It’s fine, Y/N. It’s just been a long time since someone has asked me about her and I think today is better than any to talk about her.” Harry confessed.

Y/N shifted her weight so she face Harry. Her arm was on a cushion of the couch and her head resting on her hand.

“We were happy. We met in college. She was going for a psychology degree as I was going for a fashion design degree.” Harry said as he ran a hand through his curls. “I loved her so much. I miss her everyday whenever I think ‘bout her. We were happy and so in love before little Evie came into our lives. Every single day I thought I was dreamin’ like nothing felt real, but then it was real, ya know?”

Y/N nodded, “Yeah. I know what you mean. You feel as if it’s fantasy but it’s not it’s just reality.” Y/N added.

“She was young when it happened, she was twenty-one and I was twenty-two. We actually met two years before we started dating.” Harry said. He rubbed his eyes and inhaled deeply before he continued. “She was so amazing before she gave birth to Evie. We decorated the nursery room together. When she told me that she was pregnant, I fuckin’ lost it. I fuckin’ cried and held her so tight that she kept trying to get out of my embrace ‘cos she told me I kept squishing her.” Harry laughs.

“When we found out that we were goin’ t’ave a baby-girl we were both so fuckin’ happy. We came up with some names but we honestly couldn’t choose only one. We never decided on a name. So I decided to name our baby girl Evaleen. A name that would always remind me of Evelyn.” Harry confessed. His smile slowly diminishing to a frown.

Y/N held Harry’s hand as she noticed his eyes getting a little watery and watching his face change, his lip started to quiver and his voice shaky.

“She did amazing while she was in labor. But right after… right after-”

*Flashback*

"Baby, you have to let me go. Find someone else to love and someone that our little girl enjoys being around. When you find that special person I want you to throw this ring in the ocean.”

"Evelyn don't talk like that! You're going to get through this baby, I know you can. You're so strong you can go through anything my love." Harry confirmed. As Evelyn’s hand cupped Harry’s cheek and wiped away the fallen tears.

"Not today, Harry. This is the end. You don’t know how much you made me feel so happy, loved. Harry you gave me the best adventures while we’ve been together all these years. I love you so much. Thank you for this little baby girl. You gave me this beautiful little us and now she is lucky to have you as her daddy." Evelyn whispered. Her eyes slowly closing and opening again.

"This is it, my darling. We will meet again somewhere and I will always, always love you till the end. I love you so much Harry and our little baby girl." Evelyn whimpered, her hands trembling as Harry held onto them for dear life.

"Don't leave me Evelyn, please don't leave us!" Harry croaked, his eyes forming tears as Evelyn smiled and underlined Harry's jawline with her finger.

The monitors made a loud sound once Harry looked over to the machines and saw the flatline of her heart. Doctors and nurses came running into the loud, but silent room and ran towards Evelyn’s side. Her body still, her hands beginning to get colder and colder by each minute that had passed. Evelyn was no longer with him. She passed away not even saying a goodbye to their newborn baby girl. A newborn that has not been granted her name yet. Harry couldn’t believe that the woman that he has been with for so long was taken away from him, his sobs becoming louder each time the doctors tried to get her heart beating again. But with each electric shock, Evelyn’s heart never sounded on the monitors. She was gone.

“She was gone jus’ like that. I think it was five or six hours after she gave birth to Evie, the doctor and nurses told us that Evelyn lost a lot of blood. They were goin’ to make blood transfusions, but they were too late. Evelyn died once the doctors had the blood transfusions ready to use.” Harry concluded. He looked down at his hands and played around with one particular ring. “This is the ring that she wants me to throw into the ocean. I promised her I was goin’ to throw it once I found someone new, but it’s jus’ not that simple to forget all those memories that you had with the first person you fell in love with. It’s jus’ not that simple.” Harry cried out. His hands grasping Y/N’s.

“I'm sorry Harry. If I knew I wouldn't have asked you this. I know you're still hurting from your loss. I know by just hearing you say beautiful things about Evelyn she would have been a caring mother to Evie. You're so strong Harry. I know you were in a lot of pain, but you raised Evie. You raised this little bub of joy. She's a true blessing and I just know that Evelyn is looking down at you both, she's proud of you Harry.” Y/N praised. Her hand wiping away the tears that have fallen down Harry’s cheeks.

“I really miss her, Y/N. I jus’ want to see her again, jus’ for another minute.” Harry croaked in the crook of Y/N’s neck.

Y/N held Harry in her arms for as long as he wanted to be. She didn’t move a single muscle she just stood there hugging Harry so he could let everything out.

Y/N loved Harry as a friend and she was heartbroken when Harry told her everything that happened with Evelyn. He was once happy before. He was in love with Evelyn and fate had to end their relationship right after they both saw their baby girl be born. It was unfair how Harry had to lose someone so close to him and to Evie that she didn’t want to see Harry in a situation like this ever again. A beautiful soul such as Harry’s didn’t deserve to face the tragedy and sadness that he felt years ago, but he did, and that’s the facts. Him and his family didn’t have to go through this.

“Harry. I’m always here if you need someone to talk to. With anything, I’m always here.” Y/N comforted.

Harry wiped his eyes, and inhaled deeply. “Thank you love.” Harry smiled shyly. “Shit, I got snot on your shirt, sorry Y/N.” Harry apologized as Y/N smiled at him.

“It’s fine Harry. I don’t want you to worry about the shirt. It’s just a shirt, hun.” Y/N laughed. Her hands cleaning his wet cheeks and giving him a kiss on the forehead.

“I got you, Harry.” Y/N whispered.

Harry loved her company. He was going to be honest, he tried hiding his face into the crook of Y/N’s neck so she wouldn’t see his tinted pink cheeks from the simple kiss she gave him. He felt safe while being enclosed in her arms. He hasn’t felt safe since Evelyn. His mind admitting that yes, he was gaining feelings for Y/N but he didn’t want to accept just yet. He wasn’t ready to accept it and love someone else and he also didn’t want to lose someone else he loves.

Harry unwrapped himself from Y/N and held onto her hand.

“Thank you, Y/N. For being here and for comforting me, love.” His hand making little circles on hers.

“Of course, Harry.” Y/N smiled. She looked down to see Harry’s hand. His ring finger adorned with ring that Evelyn gave him. She smiled up at him and he smiled back, his beautiful dimples showing.

“Daddy?” Evie asked once she came into the living room.

“Evie. Hi little bub.” Harry let go of Y/N’s hand and looked back to see his little girl.

Evie rubbed her eyes, as she slowly walked herself towards the couch. “You’re crying.”

“It’s nothin’ bub. I jus’- Daddy was jus’ sad for a bit, yeah. Nothin’ to worry about, lovie.” Harry sniffed. Evie motioning him to bend down to her height.

“You’re okay now?”

“Yes, lovie. I’m okay.” Harry takes ahold of Evie’s little hands in his. “I’m okay now.” Evie hugs Harry and kisses him on the cheek.

Y/N was sat on the couch admiring Evie and Harry from a distance. She was about to get up before Evie ran to her and gave her hug as well.

“Tank you, Y/N.”

“For what, lovie?”

“Making daddy feel better.”

Harry stood before them and smiled. Staying still so he wouldn’t interrupt this beautiful moment of his daughter and Y/N.

Harry didn’t want to end this too short but he had to send Evie off to bed and he was positive that Y/N was getting a little tired since it was now midnight.

Harry clears his throat and sits down on the couch. “Lovie? I think it’s time for you to go back to bed, yeah. I think Y/N wants to rest up too.” Harry assures. His hand set on Evie’s shoulder.

“Okay daddy. Can I say bye to Y/N first?” Harry nods as Evie gives Y/N one last hug.

“Goodnight, tall girl.” Evie smiles, her eyes wanting to close any minute now.

“Goodnight sweetie.” Y/N answers.

Evie gives Harry a goodnight kiss before she runs off to her bed waving a last goodbye to Y/N. Harry had his arms crossed over his chest and looked into Y/N’s eyes.

“I would ask you if you would like to spend the night here, but I also know you work later today. I could drive you back home?”

“It’s alright, Harry. I can catch a bus. I don’t want you to leave Evie here alone.”

“Right.” Harry concluded as he went to the coat rack and grabbed Y/N’s belongings.

“Be careful, Y/N. And please call or text back when you get back home, yeah?” Harry asked. His eyes meeting Y/N’s as she nods her head and zips up her coat.

Harry walks beside Y/N as they are both nearing the door. Harry opens the door for Y/N and she walks ahead and looks back to catch a last glimpse of Harry before she leaves.

“See you soon?”

“Yes, Y/N.”

Y/N steps a bit to hug Harry, but before she could walk away and unwrap her arms around him, Harry lands a kiss on her forehead.

“Goodnight, love.” Harry said with a grin.

Y/N whispers a ‘goodnight’ in return and begins walking away from the house. Her thoughts causing her to walk slowly by that single kiss that Harry gave her. That simple kiss, causing her to smile to herself as she walked herself towards the bus stop. The smile never leaving her face.

**//**

“Evie, darlin’? Are ya ready yet? Come on, lovie we gotta get goin’.”

“Daddy? Is lunch ready?” Evie asked Harry, her little hands messing with her hair.

“I prepared it yesterday, lovie. Is there somethin’ else ya wanted?”

“Peanut butter crackers.” Evie simply said with a smile.

Harry ruffled Evie's loose little hairs and smiled down at her.

"Of course, lovie. But jus' one little packet, yeah." Harry warned. His eyes intently looking at her when she reached into the box of the peanut crackers.

He had to make sure she was only going to take one. There has been times that Evie has taken three or four packets of those little crackers that cause her to get super hyper.

Once Harry brushed Evie's hair and made two little braids; (courtesy of his mum for teaching him how to braid hair.) They were both ready to go. Every morning Harry would take Evie to daycare and after he would say his goodbyes, and he’s off to work.

Harry entered the chatty reception room where all the receptionists were all talking. Harry walked over to the tea kettle and made himself a tea and poured it on a little cup.

Harry walked away from the little breakfast station and walked towards the hallway where his little office was located at.

While walking, he sees a woman who Harry has befriended these past few years since he’s been here. The woman was around her mid-fifties or so Harry thinks, (Harry never asked her about her age, he was too scared to.) When he first met her she looked intimidating. But once he started to talk to her more he realized that she was one of the nicest women he’s ever met. She was also sometimes Evie’s babysitter whenever Harry had to go on a trip out of the country to look at different fabrics from other countries.

“Harry, love!” The woman said with a smile.

“Peggy!”

“It’s been so long since the last time I saw you!” Peggy exclaimed as she hugged Harry’s tall frame.

“I know. Been a bit busy tha’s all.”

“Busy? With work or-,”

“Work and personal things.”

“Ah, I see. So how’s the little bub?”

Harry smiled, “She’s good. Jus’ took her to daycare.” Harry finished. “How have ya been Peggy? I heard you went on a trip to Rome. How was that?”

“It was amazing, Harry. Wished you come. There were so many beautiful clothing designs. They were just exquisite.”

“Mhm, I heard. Gonna have to design somethin’ with those fabrics. Did ya get extra Peggy?”

“Don’t I always.” Peggy teased, as she lightly elbowed Harry on the arm.

“I still have to get somethin’ for little Evie. Not sure what she wants.”

“Oh yea! It’s almost her birthday. Planning on inviting me, Harry?” Peggy asked, her eyebrows raised.

“Of course! Would love to have ya there, Peggy.”

Their boss came out of his office and scolded at them. They both began walking towards their offices.

“I’ll give you the fabrics before you leave, yeah?” Peggy informed him, “Please let me know when you’re planning Evie’s birthday party.”

Harry nodded, “Of course, Peggy. See you later.”

And with that they were off. They both went into their offices and worked on their current designs that they were working on.

Harry had this particular design that he was working on. He told himself that it was design that was going to be gender neutral. The design he had in mind was going to include ruffles. A lot of ruffles. A big bow on the neckline and sheer fabrics that he started to use when he got this idea of the new clothing designs.

With each drawing, intricate little designs covered the paper. He carefully examined each fabric carefully and made sure that it was going to look beautiful after his design was finished. But before he could put the fabric on a mannequin the door to his office abruptly opened. His boss glancing over to him.

This can’t be good.

Harry didn’t like his boss very much, he was nice at times but for the most part he would be a complete asshole. Harry had to always hold off his creative, unique designs because of him. He always wanted something new, fresh, but every single piece the company has done has been the same design over and over again. Who could understand him?

“Harry, I want you in my office. We got to talk about your recent designs.” The man demanded, as he dusted off his expensive looking suit.

“Yes, sir.” Harry simply replied back.

He got up from his chair and walked towards the door, examining the room making sure everything was in its proper place before he went to his boss’s office.

As he was now facing the door of his boss’s door he breathed in deeply and exhaled quietly before he twisted the doorknob.

There he was met with his boss sitting in his chair, his eyes fixed on his computer screen.

Harry cleared his throat as he walked towards his desk. “You wanted to see me sir?”

“Yes, Harry. Please sit down.”

Harry obliged and sat down. His hands on his lap and eyes fixed on the man that looked too serious all the time. (Wondered if he ever smiled.)

“I wanted to talk about our recent designs. They weren’t… uh, how could I say this. They weren’t that great.” The man criticized.

Harry took a huge gulp before he could respond back to him, “Sir. I worked hard on those designs. Why are you sayin’ they aren’t that great?” Harry questioned.

Mr. Blair was no stranger to criticizing his employees’ designs, but for some reason Harry had more criticism from him.

“They weren’t good, because I specifically told you to design men suits. I didn’t ask you to design trash such as dresses for men or suits for women, I said men suits.” Mr. Blair snarled, “If you aren’t going to design what I ask you to design then it was nice having you here, Harry.” Mr. Blair finalized

Harry was shocked, his eyes were intently staring at Mr. Blair as he kept his hands on his lap. His tongue swirling in his mouth as he was starting to get frustrated from this whole discussion.

“You know what Mr. Blair? I designed those because I wanted to bring somethin’ different to this company. Don’t ya get tired of designing the same thing every fuckin’ time?” Harry fumed, “Every time I designed something different I always got called in here to hear how you didn’t like ‘em, but at the end of the fuckin’ day my creations are the ones that are selling more than those suits you want us creating all the damn time. So yeah Mr. Blair, it was nice meetin’ you too. It was a real bloody treat working for you.” Harry finished. He stood up from the chair and left the room without speaking another work to Mr. Blair.

Oh how he was relieved in quitting his job. He obviously had to find somewhere else to work which had now surfaced his head. Why did he have to say something? He thought.

“Fucks sakes!” Harry exclaims in the confines of his office. He holds his head as he starts pacing the room, trying to figure out what the hell he just did.

Harry grabbed a box and stuffed every little portrait he had on his desk and his sketchbooks along with some fabrics he was working, hell he took all the little fabrics that were lying around in his office. He shoved everything in the box with each puff of air he exhaled. What was he going to do now?

Harry walked the long corridor and walked towards Peggy’s office, the door to her office slightly open.

“Peggy? Are ya in there?” Harry asked, as he opened the door more and peeked inside to see Peggy sitting at her desk.

“Harry! Hi! I actually got your fabrics here. I was jus-,” Peggy’s gaze travels down to the big box that Harry held with his arm. “Harry? What happened? Why are you carrying a moving box?”

“I quit my job?” Harry said, his statement ending in a question.

“Why in the world would ya do that?”

“Personal reasons.” Harry answered. His gaze going back to the box he was carrying.

“Oh love. He yelled at you again about your designs? Come here love.” Peggy motioned him to sit down on a chair and handed him the fabrics that she promised she was going to give him.

“I know Mr. Blair was always an asshole with you, but that doesn’t mean he took away your talent. Look, Harry. You got so much talent, love. You have created these beautiful pieces of clothing, I know somewhere or someone will appreciate your artistic pieces, yeah? I need you to know that. You can design what your heart desires and no one is going to take that opportunity away from you. You never know, you might even own your own fashion line and company.” Peggy encouraged as she smiled up at Harry.

"You think so, Peggy?"

"Of course. You're a talented young man. There will be endless opportunities for you." Harry glanced back at the sketchbooks and fabrics that were randomly throw in the box.

"You got the fabrics. Use them for one of those designs that I know you've held off for so many years." Peggy got up from her chair and went to stand next to Harry, his grip on the box tight. "You know you can create anything you want, Harry. This is your chance." Peggy smiled as she hugged Harry a smile now making its appearance on his face.

"You’re always good with words, Peggy." Harry laughed as he made Peggy smile bigger than ever.

**//**

“Evie will you please jus’ sit down and eat your dinner, lovie?”

After Harry left work he went to pick up Evie and they spent the whole day together at home. Harry noticed when he went to pick her up she seemed very jumpy than usual. She kept running around and it took ten minutes to get Evie in his car. He thought she was just happy to see him or maybe she just had an incredible day?

“Daddy! Look I got a moosestache!” Evie exclaimed as a black marker was in her hand.

“Darlin’, please put that down. Come here and eat your dinner, yeah?”

“Daddy, look!” Evie ignored him and began running around the living room.

Harry had a frustrated frown, his eyes moving each way Evie went running around.

"Evie! Why are you so hyper? Did they feed you bubs at daycare?"

"No daddy! I took two packets of peanut butter crackers!" Evie giggles. Evie still running around the house.

"Evaleen Styles! Come back here!” Harry motioned, his hand on his hip. “How did you get two packets of crackers. I was right there when ya got one."

"You went in the bathroom to get me brush for me hair. I got another one from the shelf!"

"From the shelf? Lovie, you could've fallen!" Harry admitted. His hands on his head as he exhaled a sigh. “Jus’ please, Evie. Sit down and eat your food.” Harry said his eyes having no emotion.

Evie realized his change of demeanor and walked towards the table. As she sat down and began eating her spaghetti.

Harry was stuck in his little office where he had outfits on racks and mannequins wearing unfinished pieces. He stared at a drawing that he was currently drawing. A familiar face that he loved looking at if he was lucky enough, he would be seeing the face everyday. Y/N’s face was just a little sketch. Lines and scribbles defining her beautiful hair and her facial features making it difficult for Harry to finish the face. Next to her face he began drawing a shirt that had elements of Y/N’s fashion pieces. Before he could finish adding the last little designs on the shirt, the door to his little office opens, Evie staring back at him.

“Oh. Hi, lovie.” Harry said, his eyes soft.

“Can you read to me?” Evie asked. As she tried rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

Harry simply smiled and put his sketchbook and pencil down on his desk and walked towards Evie. “Of course, lovie. Come here.” Harry picked her up as Evie smiled, her eyes ready to close any minute now.

Harry finished reading to her and was about to kiss her goodnight and to tuck her in.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, Evie?”

Evie’s softened and her smile left her face as she looked down at the little book that was in her hand that Harry just finished reading to her.

“M’sorry I ate two packets of peanut butter crackers.” Evie apologized, her gaze ignoring Harry’s.

Harry softly patted her little head and grinned, “Lovie. I’m not mad at ya. I was jus’ worried ‘bout you. You could’ve fallen, my little bub.” His hand tucking a strand of her straight hair behind her ear. “I was afraid somethin’ would have happened to you, lovie.” Harry confessed, his smile leaving. Evie concentrated on his face. She hated seeing her daddy without showing off his dimpled smile.

“You look sad, daddy. Can I make you smile?” Harry nodded as he held onto her little hands in his bigger ones.

Evie puckered her lips as Harry laughed at her silliness.

“The kissy face. Tha’s a classic, lovie!” Harry laughs as Evie laughs along with him.

“Love you, daddy.”

“I love you, Evie.”

Harry kisses Evie’s forehead and tucks her in, making sure she stays warm the whole night. He leaves her room and leaves on her little nightlight.

As Harry lies down on his bed, he switches his light off and goes instantly falling asleep thinking about the one person that was thinking about the whole day.

**//**

It was the weekend. Y/N was busy cleaning her little apartment and listening to music while doing so.

A couple miles away from Y/N, Harry was up an hour early packing a small duffle bag for Evie because she was going to sleep over at her auntie Gemma’s house. Harry didn’t really sleep well the day before because of stressing over finding a new job and creating designs for his future employers.

His mind kept circling back to his past job and always circling back to Y/N and how she was during this beautiful Saturday morning. For the rest of the week he couldn’t take Y/N out his thoughts, and he was glad too. Thinking about her didn’t bother him at all it made him smile during random times throughout the day. As for Y/N, she was waiting for Harry to text her or call her. She would’ve called or texted him but she didn’t really want to because she worried that he was probably busy with Evie or maybe he was doing something important.

After Y/N had her breakfast and sat on the couch, relaxing with a book in one hand and a coffee mug in the other, she was happy. During her reading, she received a text and then a call right after she noticed the text message.

“Y/N?”

“Harry, hi.” Y/N greeted. She set her book down keeping her hand on the page she was in so she wouldn’t lose her place.

“Hello, love. Did I interrupt you? Were you doin’ somethin’?”

Y/N smiles, “No, no. I was just reading. What’s going on?”

“Okay, good. I jus’ wanted to invite you to dinner or maybe if I could come over or if you could come over today?”

“Er- um, sure?” Y/N replied back as she slapped her forehead, embarrassed from not being able to reply quick enough. “And Evie? How is she?”

“She’s good, Yeah she’s doing good. I jus’ got from my sister’s, I took Evie there cos she’s been askin’ to spend the night and hang out with her cousins.” Harry added.

“Oh, I’m glad she’s doing good.” Y/N said. Harry and Y/N didn’t say anything for a bit before Y/N spoke again. “So, do you want me to go to you or you c-,”

“I can come to you. If tha’s alright wit’ you.” Harry assured. As he searched on his laptop some top good take-out restaurants.

“Yeah, yeah. That’s fine. At what time will I be expecting you?”

There was shuffling heard in the background and a little ‘ding’ heard.

“Uh, maybe at five or six? I’m still thinkin’ when. I’ll message you, love, when I am near your place, yeah?” Harry confirmed.

Y/N nodded.

“Love, will that be alright?” He asked, as Y/N’s side of the line was silent.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry, I nodded yes. Forgot it was a phone call.” She confessed, as Harry let out a little laugh.

“Oh! Don’t be sorry, love. It happens.” Harry smiles, “I’ll let you know when I get there, okay? And don’t make anythin’. Jus’ leave that to me, yeah?”

Y/N nodded again and scolded herself for doing it yet again.

“You nodded again, huh?” Harry asked, as Y/N giggled in the background.

“Yeah.” Y/N smiled.

“You’re too cute, Y/N. I’ll see you later then, yeah?” Harry smiled. They both hung up the phone as soon as they said their goodbyes.

Was Y/N ready for this little dinner date? Could it be considered a dinner date? No, no, It’s just dinner.

Or was it?

**//**

Hours after Y/N talked with Harry on the phone, she started to organize everything in her little apartment. Shoes, random items that were on the coffee table were either thrown away or put where they actually belong. She even got every candle she owned and lighted them and put them wherever in the apartment. Yeah, she barely had any visitors, so today was a busy day in cleaning.

Harry on the other hand was busy looking for restaurants to get dinner from. The only times he did eat out was the breakfast place he would go with Evie and to fast-food restaurants.

All he thought though was he was hoping that Y/N was going to like this restaurant he was currently looking at. An Italian restaurant that he has never gone to and a place he never thought existed in London.

**//**

The dark blue embers of the night came. Harry was just finishing up dressing himself up. While doing so, he was on the phone with Evie. He told her he was going to hang out with Y/N for a bit and she was all giggly when she heard where he was going to go. As Harry finished dressing up and gently brushing his loose curls he was ready to head to the restaurant and go to Y/N’s home.

He was beyond excited. He’s been wishing to see her for a whole week and now he was ready to see her again, like birds coming back to the city when it’s warm out.

Meanwhile, Y/N was sat on the couch watching one of her favorite shows. Candles were still lit as other candles were blown out a long time ago.

While watching the third episode of the show, Y/N’s phone vibrated as a text came in from Harry. Seconds later there was a knock and Y/N shot up from the couch immediately and walked towards the door. She looked through the peephole, already knowing who it was, but she just did it for precautions.

Y/N was met with a smiling Harry, his hands busy with two bags of food, and his mouth dangling his car keys.

“Harry, hi. Please come in, and let me help you with those bags.” Y/N invited as Harry hummed in response and walked in before her.

Y/N set the two bags of food on the kitchen counter and grabbed plates and cups.

“Hi, love. Didn’t get to properly say hello to you.” Harry said as he leaned in and kissed her cheek. Her cheeks blushed as she quickly turned around, busied herself with thee food.

“You can, um- sit down, Harry.” Y/N said as she motioned to the chair that was close to the little dining table.

Harry sat down but then got up and walked towards her.

“I would like to help you, Y/N. May I?”

Y/N nodded as she gave the other plate to him.

As motioned hands were at work putting in Italian breadsticks, three different types of pasta and dessert being the last thing left in the bag.

“Harry, how much was all this?” Y/N asked as she glanced at the bag and back to him.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, love. It’s my treat, so let me treat you, yeah?”

Y/N smiled as Harry smiled back and gave her side a gentle nudge with his elbow.

As they both walked themselves to the coffee table in the living room, they were eating their dinner and talking about how their past week has been and ongoing plans for Evie’s birthday party.

“Still have to ask the little bub what she wants.” Harry said, “Although, she has told me ‘bout gettin’ her these baby bananas. I guess she loves bananas like me.” Harry laughed, his dimples indenting on his cheeks.

“I think I might get her a painting set. I’ve noticed she loves to draw and paint.” Y/N acknowledged, as she swirled her fork in her spaghetti.

Harry nods as he chews a mouthful of pasta and swallows. “Mhm, yeah. She does love painting the little bub.” Harry smiles, as he goes back to swirling his fork in his food.

“So you quit your job. Why’s that?”

Y/N let Harry chew on his pasta as she did the same. Harry sent her a lopsided grin as she smiled back at his silliness.

“Yeah, I quit the job. Boss didn’t like my clothing designs and I was jus’ tired of hearing him how he hated them. So, I quit the job and now I’m sending some off to other fashion designers see what they think. Hopefully I get a bloody job.” Harry beamed, his expression falling as he thought back to those years he was in that building. Designing and creating, but everything went to waste because of his boss not accepting them and just pushing them aside.

Y/N set her plate on the table and found Harry’s wandering eyes on his plate.

“Harry. You’ll find a job soon. I know it must feel awful, but I know someone will find your work amazing as I find you amazing as a person, yeah?” Y/N comforted, her hand on his cheek. She grabbed a napkin and cleaned a corner of Harry’s pink lips. As she was brushing off the food off his lip Harry stared at her eyes that were so concentrated on cleaning his upper lip.

“You’re such an angel, love.” Harry whispered, his hand now landing on her cheek. She took off her eyes off his lips and looked directly at those precious emerald eyes that she has enjoyed staring at.

“Come with me.” Harry whispered, his smile present along with his dimples.

“Where?” Y/N grinned

“Jus’ come with me.” He said, as he stared at her lovingly, his hand still on her cheek.

Harry grabbed Y/N’s hand. Before they walked out from Y/N’s apartment, they put the leftover food in the refrigerator and they both walked towards Harry’s car.

The ride was silent. Harry would sneak little glances at Y/N when she wasn’t looking.

After ten minutes of driving, they finally pulled up next to the house. Harry got out first and walked to Y/N’s door so he could open for her. Harry’s hand was still intertwined with Y/N’s.

Once they set foot on the house, Harry closed the door behind them and guided Y/N towards the hallway that she knew too well. Near the guest bedroom that she stayed in was another door that she has never been to.

“Harry?”

Y/N felt strong hands, land on her shoulders and they swiftly dragged up to cover her eyes.

“I’m going to guide you from here, yeah?”

Y/N nods her head and starts walking when Harry begins walking behind her.

They stopped abruptly as Harry leaned over her shoulder and twisted the knob to open the door.

“Okay, we’re here.” Harry says. He removes his hands from Y/N’s eyes and lets her examine the room. The room that Harry has created so many clothes for people. Creations that he adored making and drawing.

“Harry… This is so beautiful. You designed these yourself?” Y/N asked. She was overwhelmed when she saw so many blouses, trousers, and even jewelry pieces that were on mannequins.

Harry watched her as she admired pieces of clothing and drawings that were on a corkboard. She examined each sketch that were on his desk, sketches everywhere as if they were splashes of paint.

“I wanted to show it for so long. May I give you a tour, love?” Harry smiled as he offered her to take his hand.

“Please do, Harry.” Y/N beamed as she took a hold of Harry’s hand.

“I know you already started exploring on your own, but I jus’ wanted to personally give you a tour of the small space.” Harry beamed, his hold on Y/N’s hand never leaving. “Here are my latest designs I have sketched and those on my desk are jus’ ideas.” Harry informed. Y/N’s scanning through each little sketch.

“And this? Is this a dress?” Y/N asked, a particular sketch she was holding in her hand.

“Yes! That is a dress that I am planning on making for men and women to wear. I also wanted to make suits for women and some accessories. What do you think of this one?” Harry asked as he picked up one sketch that had a woman sketched wearing a navy blue suit.

“I love them Harry! Everything here is so unique and beautiful.” Y/N complimented, her eyes locking with Harry’s.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! I’ve never seen pieces of clothing so beautiful. These fabrics are amazing and the designs, oh my goodness, Harry. You’re such a fucking talent!” Y/N praised, her hand gently squeezing his.

“Thank you, love. The reason why I design these clothes is ‘cos I want people to feel comfortable in what they’re wearing. I don’t want them to feel as if they are forced to dress as because of their gender. I want them to embrace their individuality and that is what I do in everything I create.”

“You’re so passionate about fashion and designing fashion, Harry. You have probably changed so many lives with creations that you have designed and that’s so amazing! I adore this room and I adore your uniqueness in everything you do.” Y/N confessed. Her eyes looking down at their interlocked hands. “You’re amazing at what you do, and I adore that about you, Harry.”

“You’re jus’ beautiful, Y/N. You always know what to say and how to make someone’s day better with that cute smile of yours, love.” Harry mused.

They both adored each other, it was obvious, but was it obvious to them? They were both perfect for each other. Harry was passionate and just a kind beautiful soul, whereas Y/N loved that about Harry and she was someone that Harry started to love and he loved her company. And best of all she’s an angel with Evie.

Harry led them both to the living room, he offered her some water but she politely refused. Harry then walked towards the vintage player near a shelf of books. He turned it on as slow music started to play.

Harry walks back to Y/N as she was sitting on the couch.

“Dance with me, Y/N?” Harry asks his smile never leaving. Y/N pinched her lip and grabbed a hold of Harry’s hand in hers.

“Just promise me you won’t step on my feet.” Y/N beamed, her smile as big as ever.

“I promise, love.” Harry says as he twirls her and Y/N lets out a giggle.

Harry swayed himself and Y/N along the empty floor of the living room. His hand gently holding onto her back. His chin resting on top of Y/N’s head, smiling. Y/N grinned as she hid her head on Harry’s chest. She smelled the familiar cologne. Vanilla and forest woods filled her senses. His hands felt so gentle and soft. Everything about him was just amazing and pure. So she left her head there, not daring to look up at beautiful eyes that she would always lose herself while looking at them. His touch was soft, soft breaths were heard more than the music playing in the background. And his heart. His precious, beating heart making her relax and close her eyes while she was in his arms. But she opened them and felt Harry remove his chin from her head. He looked down at her, admiring the sight in front of him. Y/N did the same. Her eyes intently staring at those green hued eyes. They were so close that they could feel each other’s breaths. They were mere inches from touching noses, and lips. Harry continued swaying them both as Y/N held onto Harry tighter. They were so close to touching lips, but before Harry could lean in, Y/N moved her face away and was prepared to sneeze, (fake sneeze). She detached from his arms and went to the kitchen island and retrieved her glass of water.

“Oh. Bless you, love.” Harry said as he ran a hand through his curls.

Y/N hums in response and sips onto her water, eyes wide from the last moments that she shared with Harry.

Harry stood in the middle of the living room, his fingers pinching his lower lip.

“Ha-,”

“Y/N-,”

“You go first.” Harry said. A soft smile on his face.

“I think I’m going to head out, Harry.”

“Let me drive ya, yeah?” Harry offered, his hands deep in his trousers pockets.

“No, I’m fine, Harry. I’ll just catch the bus again.”

Harry shook his head in disapproval. He walked where he left his keys and grabbed his jacket and Y/N’s.

“I’m taking ya, love. I don’t trust bus drivers, especially at this time.” Harry added. Y/N nodded her head and grabbed her jacket from Harry’s hand.

She couldn’t say no to his offer. Why would she decline? She wanted to spend as much time with him even though their time was limited because they were heading towards her apartment where she would dread of saying goodbye to him. But she was too stubborn to kiss him back and instead of kissing him back she decided to fake sneeze. What a classic save.

Harry drove, his sights on the road, but there would be tiny moments and glance at Y/N. He wanted to kiss her so bad. Why did she have to sneeze? He wanted those, he wanted her. Not sexually, but he just wanted more time with her. Times where they can hang out with each other and talk about personal stories and talking more about what they love doing. He wanted that so bad. He wants to be honest with her, but he feels like it won’t end up well.

The car ride came to a stop when Harry pulled up to Y/N’s apartment. Y/N was about to jump out of Harry’s car when Harry stopped her by holding onto her hand.

“Goodnight, love.” He smiled, his eyes tired.

Y/N smiled back and told him the same. They said goodbye and Y/N was walking up to her apartment as Harry drove off once he made sure she was in her apartment, safely. She prepared herself to go to bed and she lied down on her bed staring up at the ceiling.

Fuck! What the fuck was she going to do? She couldn’t just lean in and kiss him. She didn’t like Harry that way, or did she? Either way, she was relieved that they didn’t kiss it would have worsened the friendship that they had. She couldn’t do it, she couldn’t kiss him and act as if the kiss never happened. And with that, with that she was glad that she leaned away from him. But for the rest of the night she couldn’t fall asleep. She knew she wanted to kiss him so bad and there was no way that she was going to doubt it, gosh how she wanted to kiss those beautiful heart-shaped lips of his. How much she really wanted to tell him that she has been loving him ever since the first time he started calling her to hang out or those times when he would simply invite her so she could spend more time with him and Evie. Why was she too stubborn to tell him that she wanted more, that she craved more than what they already were? Why was she scared? Why won’t she tell him?

Why won’t he tell her?

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this part! Next part is going to be up hopefully by next week. (That’s my plan!!) Love you all so much and I would love to hear what you thought, and your feedback is always appreciated! Much Love! 💞❤💕💕

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