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glitteredrry · 8 months

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harry’s love languages

summary: let’s explore all the love languages, and how it pertains to your relationship with harry.

warnings: fluff and the smallest bit of angst.

wc: 1.3k

author note: hello, i’m back from my little break. excuse any spelling errors i wrote this at 2 AM. enjoy!

1) acts of service

Throughout your relationship with Harry, you knew one thing for certain he had a heart of gold. His soul was like no other that you had previously dated. From that very first week, you knew that he was different from other guys. You and Harry met due to the unfortunate meeting of you going off on him being a noise disruption, and you having to find out you moved next to a struggling musician. After you left his place, you felt guilty about how abrasive you were. You knocked on his door with takeout in one hand and red wine in the other, and from there you two hit it off. For the following weeks, depending on how both of your schedules worked out you would eat dinner together. During one of your dates with him, you mentioned how because of your schedule with work you never had the time to go stop in the morning to get coffee. Harry’s face immediately frowned but he chose not to continue the topic. So, imagine the surprise when Harry showed up at your door bright in the morning with coffee and a pastry. He didn’t say much and never wanted any money back from it. It was something that he was more than happy to do, and some days that he was in a rush he would often leave it to the side. Your feelings for him were growing rapidly because of how attentive he was. If he noticed a certain drink that you liked at his house he would make sure for it to always be stocked. You would leave him on the couch in your apartment to go take a shower, then end up seeing him in your sink cleaning the few dishes you had inside. He never complained, you never forced him to do these things he did them all out of the kindness of his heart. Your love for him grew, and your relationship grew, but these acts of service never stopped.

2) gift giving

Fighting is normal for every couple right? You get in an argument, say something stupid, and then your significant other buys you a gift…then all is forgiven. Well, not for you. The arguments started because of the gifts and would only cause another argument if another gift was given. As soon as you and Harry hit the one-month mark in your new relationship, you bought each other a gift. It was meant to be something silly but something that would be significant in your relationship. Well, that’s what you told him and he agreed to a budget. No more than $20, so you couldn’t understand why you opened the box with a bracelet that you knew was more than $20. The argument was just that you couldn’t understand why he was trying to spoil you and he just had to explain it because he feels that you deserve it. Once your relationship hit the year mark, you knew that his giving qualities weren't going to fade away. So, the argument subsided but the gifts continued. From fresh flowers sitting in the kitchen in your shared apartment weekly, to him deciding to spend money on any recent hobby you picked up.

3) physical touch

If you were to look up the term clingy, Harry would be pictured right next to it. Looking back, you could remember the signs of him being someone who loved physical touch. It was in the first few months when you had noticed it. If you were sitting together Harry wouldn’t miss the opportunity to lay his head on your shoulder. It didn’t matter if it was just the two of you in the comfort of your home, or out with a group of friends. He didn’t miss a beat. His hand rested in between your thighs, First, he gave a joke saying he needed the warmth of your thighs for his cold fingertips, eventually, it became his place of comfort. His body entangled in yours as you both slipped into a different world in your sleep. Harry never told you that once he slips into his sleep, his mind travels to a different universe. You were always by his side. His hand in yours. You were his forever home.

4) quality time

Harry was one of the healthiest relationships that you’ve ever had. After your first anniversary, you knew he was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. He was gracious, kind, giving, and an all-around amazing boyfriend…although he was amazing doesn’t mean he was perfect. By the time you were living together shortly after your anniversary you learned something about Harry you didn’t know before. He was shit at time management. You didn’t ever get to understand or see this side of him since you both lived in two separate apartments. Harry would have to fit you into his schedule, and it had never been a problem before. Yet, when you moved in with him you were often left with last-minute text, cold food, and a silent apartment. You had never been with a musician before so you couldn’t quite grasp that his schedule fluctuates. One day he could be home before the sunsets, another day he could be getting home at 3 AM. At first, you brushed it off, but once Harry didn’t make it to dinner for a week straight you couldn't help but feel his absence. You took a shower and spent the entire time overthinking the situation, you couldn’t understand why Harry went from in the beginning spending dinner with you multiple nights out the week to not showing up at all. So, when you mix overthinking and coming up with your conclusion it never works out. You couldn’t help but think that Harry might be getting sick of this relationship. Maybe living together wasn’t meant to be. So, once Harry came home to you around midnight, he couldn’t understand the distance he felt between you two. His heart couldn’t take the feeling it had that you might be upset with him. Once he asks, it opens up a healthy conversation. You asked if he was feeling any second thoughts about living together. He asked what made you think that. You explained, he listened with a heavy heart. He calmed your thoughts explaining that this is how his job works, and how he should have communicated better about it. Harry only had to hear your concern one time because he never made you want to feel lonely in a relationship. From there he spent and free time he had within his to go be with you when it fit both of your schedules. From sharing sandwiches on your lunch break, going to the studio as he writes, or making a special night for dinner and a movie at home. Harry never again neglected that quality time with you, he never wanted to take your love for granted.

5) words of affirmation

Harry was big on finding a way to constantly fill up your cup. He wanted you to be confident always, he always wanted you to believe in yourself as much as he does. Harry didn’t miss an opportunity to give you reassuring words. He left sticky notes all around the home wanting you to find them. Somehow whatever sticky note you found is what you need to hear at the moment. Thank you for walking this journey of life with me. You’re better than any dream I could have. My home, have a beautiful day. You inspire me. There aren’t enough words in the world to explain my love for you. With each sticky note, you discover your saved. He didn’t stop there. He was constantly complimenting you in more ways than one. Your cooking, your beauty, and your mind. Harry’s words filled something in your soul that couldn’t be explained. So, how could you say no to him when he got on one knee on the day of your third anniversary?

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glitteredrry · 8 months

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thank you so much hun 🤍

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glitteredrry · 1 year

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GQ couples quiz

summary: Y/N quizzes Harry to test if he’s truly been paying attention during their relationship.

warnings: fluff

wc: 700+

“Greetings, I’m Y/N.”

“And my name’s Harry,” He cut in, eyeing the camera with a bright smile.

“Today we’re doing,” I said looking over to Harry to get our timing correct.

“The GQ couples quiz,” we said at the same time. We held up our hands in the air, silently cheering that we got it right.

“Are you ready?” I asked him pretending to be being more serious than I could ever possibly be around him.

“Hit me with all the questions, bunny.” He said confidently while adjusting himself in the seat.

Clearing my throat, I looked at the cards that GQ prepared for us trying to get ready to speak. “Mr. Styles, what is my full name?”

Harry pondered and teasingly hit his head as if he could not remember, “I think your name is Y/N Y/L/N. You weren’t given a middle name like us common folk.” I let out a laugh throwing the card in the air moving to the next one.

“What was the name of my first pet? For bonus points, what kind of animal was it?” I squinted my eyes at him because truthfully I believe that I’ve only mentioned it once. The time that I did mention it, we were at the beginning of our relationship.

“It was a cheeky name, I can’t think of the name. But I’m positive that it was a guinea pig.” My eyebrows shot up in surprise while I smiled. I can’t believe he remembered the animal.

“I’m shocked you remembered good job baby-”

“Sargent tater tot!” He interrupted excitingly remembering the silly name I picked out at six years old.

“GQ give him all the points you can, I told you that like the first month of our relationship. How did you remember?” He shrugged his shoulders confidently.

“I’ve just got better memory skills than your average person. Next question, bunny.” He said while giving me a small laugh.

“How did we first meet?”

“Easy. You went to a show of mine with a dear friend of mine. We got acquainted backstage, you fell madly in love with me. The rest is history.” I turned my head to the camera, giving it a moment of silence.

“That is how we met, Y/N.” He called out, breaking the silence.

“No, it’s not! You just don’t remember, but we met when you were performing at the Victoria Secret fashion show. I was an invited guest.”

“Oh, that doesn’t count. I didn’t even get the chance to speak to you! We only said hi.” He was right, that night he was the center of attention and we didn’t get a proper greeting. It still counted to me.

“I say let’s give him a half a point.”

“Deal.” He agreed to it, even though I could tell the competitive part of him wanted the full point.

“How many years have we’ve been together?”

“Three long, long, long,” he said looking at the camera as I laughed at his theatrics. “Loving years.” He ended up saying; causing everyone in the studio to awe. He shook his head nodding with a small smile, soaking in the attention his answer was getting him.

“Let’s go to the next question, you little attention seeker.” Harry bursted out in a cackle at me calling him out in-front of everyone.

We ran through the questions, making everyone in the room fawn over our relationship. Harry’s eyes never left mine, and him getting all the correct answers caused a bright blush to never leave my cheeks. Laughs went across the room as we told some antidotes that were behind each answer. The room calmed down as we approached the final question of the video.

“So far, you’ve had a winning streak,” I said to him, causing Harry to give himself a slight pat on the back.

“Are you ready for the final question, babe?”

“This is a lot of pressure, give me a moment.” He took a dramatic, drawn out deep breath as if he was meditating. “I’m ready.”

“What was the very first, and I do mean the first professional gig I had?” My career as an actor began before I could even count to three. My first acting gig was different from my first professional gig in the industry.

“You’ve been acting your whole life…but when you were six months old?” He said questioning the age. “Yes, six months you modeled for Gap?” He said still unsure of his answer.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have ourselves a winner! Harry Styles, come on up and claim your prize.” Harry shot up celebrating as he walked over to my directors chair to plant a kiss on my lips.

“My man knows me well,” I said to the room, causing them to laugh. Harry began to hug me, not caring about the cameras being there.

“GQ, we are Harry and Y/N. Thanks for having us.”

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glitteredrry · 1 year

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ahhh thank you!! 💗

i’ve loved you for forever

summary: Harry attends his best friends wedding, only to end up running away with the bride.

warnings: angst & fluff

wc: 3k

inspired by anon. thank you so much for this inspiration. 💌

Harry stood behind the door of the bridal suite picking at his fingers in anticipation. Y/N was getting married today. His best friend since he was sixteen was finally getting her happily ever after. He recalls when he used to sneak out of the house as a teenager to go next door to hers, and talk in the treehouse she had.

They used to speak in hushed whispers trying to be as quiet as possible, so they wouldn’t get caught. They talked about their future’s, and everything in between. Flash forward more than ten years later, and she was finally getting everything she had dreamed of. So knowing that her dreams are finally coming true, why couldn’t Harry find one part inside him that was happy for this special day? It’s actually wasn’t even a question for him. He knew exactly why.

He was head over heels in love with her.

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glitteredrry · 1 year

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thank you so much 💓

i’ve loved you for forever

summary: Harry attends his best friends wedding, only to end up running away with the bride.

warnings: angst & fluff

wc: 3k

inspired by anon. thank you so much for this inspiration. 💌

He was head over heels in love with her.

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glitteredrry · 1 year

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I'VE LOVED YOU FOR FOREVER WAS SO GOOD- YOU ARE THE BEST. OML I COULD LITERALLY CRY. YOU GO QUEEN. LOVE YOU <33

ahh thank you so much. i wrote that in one sitting and was nervous if people were going to like it because it felt rushed to me. so this bit of reassurance means a lot. 💌

#anon 🤍

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glitteredrry · 1 year

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THANK YOU SM 💓💓

i’ve loved you for forever

summary: Harry attends his best friends wedding, only to end up running away with the bride.

warnings: angst & fluff

wc: 3k

inspired by anon. thank you so much for this inspiration. 💌

He was head over heels in love with her.

It wasn’t a feeling that randomly sprung up out of jealousy of her being with someone that wasn’t him; no he knew since the tender age of sixteen that he was in love with her. When Y/N moved to the neighborhood is when their story started.

The street they lived on was mainly filled with people in the middle-ages part of their lives. So, when Harry caught word from his mother that a family had moved in next door with a daughter his age he was overjoyed. He devised a plan to go over there and introduce himself.

Harry and his mother walked over, and greeted Y/N’s family; but the girl his age was nowhere in sight. It was only when a loud crash came from upstairs starting the house, Y/N made her appearance. When Harry glanced at the clumsy girl at the top of the stairs whose cheeks were blushed with embarrassment he was gone for her. He wasn’t sure that he believed in love at first sight, but he knew that he was going to stop at nothing to get to know her better.

After their introduction, everything just started to fall into place for him. Harry would try to leave his window open to hear what kind of music she had blasting from her room; so that the next time he saw her they would have something to talk about. Or how he would try to find any excuse to go over to their house.

Whether it be to ask for an ingredient that was already in his house or make up a lie that he forgot his key and his mom was at work; he just did what he had to do to get any chance to talk to her. It worked. Slowly but surely, Harry and Y/N became two peas in a pod.

Everyone in their neighborhood and at school recognized them as a pair only. If you were searching for one they were for sure with the other. If you saw one of them missing the other would get questioned about where the missing link was. Not only were they the best of friends, but they were the first everything to each other. Both of them trusted each other more than they did anyone else in the world. So, it was only natural that one day while they were studying in Harry’s room Y/N spoke up to him.

“Harry, have you ever kissed someone?”

“Of course, loads of people.”

“You’re forgetting I know you better than I know myself, liar.”

“Fine, I’m caught. Have you kissed someone?”

“No, I don’t trust anyone.”

“Do you trust me?”

“With my life.”

“So, would you kiss someone you trusted just to get it over with?”

“Stop asking me questions you goofball, and kiss me.”

That was only the start of the way their relationship shifted in a way there was no turning back for him. For the rest of their schooling, they acted like a couple without ever defining what it was. Of course, it wasn’t something that Harry liked. He fucking hated it, but at the time he thought it was better to keep it that way. He thought that if they put a label on it, and they broke up he would lose her as a best friend.

Time passed and they remained as close as ever, but once they graduated from school, Harry and Y/N moved to different universities. The distance never made him stray away from his feelings for her, once they both had winter break he decided that he would tell her over the holidays. His plan was put on to a halt when Y/N showed up with a boyfriend.

It was obvious that she didn’t carry the same feelings as him, so he moved on. Just because he forced himself to move on doesn’t mean the feelings were resolved. If anything it was worst for him because with each girlfriend he had, he found himself subconsciously comparing each new partner to Y/N. Self-sabotage some might call it. So, now he was in his late twenties, single, and watching the love of his life get married.

Harry had many regrets in his life, but one that haunted him was the fact that he never gave them the proper chance. He was young and foolish, but still left with the same feelings he had at sixteen.

“Are you ready to see her?” A voice spoke out making Harry shoot his head up getting out of his head. Y/N’s older sister was peeking out the door looking at Harry whose face that was pale.

“Yeah,” Harry let out feeling his voice shake. This was going to be his first look. Y/N refused to let him see her in her dress before the big day. Even when he asked why she didn’t allow him to go dress shopping with her, she never did answer him. Walking through the door, Y/N’s sister pointed in the direction of where she was then left the room. Harry just let his feet carry him instead of thinking with his head. As soon as he walked through the threshold of her room, he felt himself nearly being in tears at the sight of her. She was the most beautiful person in the world to him.

“What do you think?” She asked looking at Harry with the same look that made his heart feel like it was turning into liquid mush inside him. Harry’s hand ran over his heart as he stepped to her. This dress was made for her, and only her.

“Beautiful, cherry.” The nickname slipped out of his mouth dripping in admiration. He had always called her cherry for the way the apples of her cheeks would shine bright red.

“I can’t believe this. It feels surreal. I’m so nervous, Harry. What if I trip or what if something goes wrong? There is so much that can go wrong. What if the caterer doesn’t remember I requested another entree just for you?”

“Then I won’t eat,” Harry answered trying to calm her anxious nerves. She was always like this.

“What if the rings get lost?”

“Just distract everyone, and I’ll run to the nearest stores and get some ring pops for you two.” Y/N laughed hitting him with her hand.

“You can never be serious.”

“And you never stop worrying, cherry. Today is your day. We used to talk about this all the time together. You’re finally getting your happy ending and you’re worrying about things that are out of your control.” Just as Y/N knew him, Harry knew her. This look on her face wasn’t something of anxiousness, she looked unsure. Harry studied her face more, and after a moment she spoke up.

“You’re right,” she said with a smile. “I just need to stop worrying.”

“I have a question for you though, isn’t the bride supposed to be the only one wearing white? You trying to take my shine?” She asked teasingly, tugging on his white suit.

“I don’t need to do that, my beautiful face does the work.” Y/N rolled her eyes stepping closer to him.

“Oh really?”

“You should know this already, you said before that you know me.”

“I do know you,” Y/N threw her arms surround his torso snuggling into his body. Harry didn’t care if her makeup transferred, and ruined his outfit. He wrapped his arms around her tightening his grip on her.

Strangely in his mind them being in this position, she still felt like his. This made his mind go to a place where everything was more simple between the two. When they were just young teenagers. When they were each other little secret, each memory came flooding into his head. His love for her would always be there.

Now, it would just all be different. She would go on to start her own family. While he would go on, and settle with living with this gaping hole in his heart.

He was mourning her as she was in his arms. There is nothing in this life more painful than mourning someone who isn’t dead. It’s even worst when Harry had that realization he is mourning what could have been. He couldn’t handle these emotions coming up inside of him as he breathed in her scent. Feelings of sadness, guilt, and regret.

Breaking away from her, Y/N looked confused because he never broke away first when they hugged.

“I’m going to go find my place, seats are probably filling up.”

“Yeah, you should go do that.” She couldn’t help but let a flash of hurt show on her face.

Harry turned on his foot and walked out of the room before he could let it show how this was hurting him. As soon he walked out of the suite, he stopped in the hallway trying to catch his breath. He felt as if was drowning.

“You’re so in love with her, Harry. Why are you letting her go?”

He turned his head to the right noticing Y/N’s sister had been watching them the entire time.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said immediately, shooting up his defense walls not wanting to be called out on his own shit.

“I’m talking about you clearly being in love with my sister.” She said with a laugh moving closer.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Harry’s voice raised, feeling as if he has to defend himself.

“Oh, but I do, and if you let her get married today; you’re going to regret it for the rest of your life. Just giving you some sisterly advice, I am older than you both.” Harry looked at her sister bewildered.

He wasn’t shocked at her being this bold, because she had honestly been the only one who truly knew they had more than they led on. She was also the one who teased them the most about looking like a couple more than best friends.

“So, you’re telling me to ruin her wedding? She would never forgive me for that. It’s selfish, and I can’t do that to her no matter how in love I am with her. If I truly loved her I have to let her go.” There was no point in arguing or denying his love for her anymore, she could see right through him.

“That’s the dumbest saying ever. If you truly loved her you wouldn’t let her go. You wouldn’t let her go when you know she is in love with you as well. Don’t lie to me either, and say you haven’t seen it. She’s been with this guy for two years, and I’ve yet to see the look she has in her eyes when she’s with you.”

“Why did I wait so long?” He asked in a whisper.

“Because you are both stubborn scary cats. You can only live your life for yourself. Don’t care about the judgment of others, because at the end of the day, everyone on this planet will die. So, no matter how today goes just remember that.” The both of them laughed at her view of life.

“That’s dark don’t you think?” Harry said with a smile lingering on his lips.

“Whatever you do today, Harry is up to you. You control your fate. Take care, Harry.” With that said she walked back into the room leaving Harry in a vacant hallway with his thoughts.

…

“If everyone will please rise.”

The room stood together and directed their attention to the closed doors. On the cue of the music, the doors flew open revealing Y/N standing with her father.

Harry nearly felt himself lose balance once his sight was on her. This entire time of sitting out here he’s been having this whole internal battle with himself. Thoughts were whirling around his head.

This was just all wrong, he had never imagined it going like this. He always had this certainty that in his life some way somehow she was the end for him. Anytime he thought about love, it started and ended with her. When he thought about the future mother of his kids, it was her. Everything was her.

Harry was glad to have had an aisle seat so he could take her beauty all it. Harry stared right into her eyes expecting them to be faced forward, but instead, they were on him. The same unsure look behind her eyes contradicted the smile she kept on her lips. Her eyes didn’t leave him until she passed. When she made it to the altar, and got given away everyone sat down. Harry tuned out the service as the voice of Y/N’s sister floated in his head.

You control your own fate.

It was as if a switch flipped off in his head, he had to try. No matter how it ended for him, he could never say that he didn’t. For over ten years, he sat with the comfortability of having her as his best friend and that being good enough. This just isn’t enough for him anymore. He wanted all of her. He thought that he would lose her if he tried to push for anymore other than what they were but wouldn’t he lose her if he also didn’t? He questioned if he would be able to truly stay around in her life knowing he was this in love with her. How could he be around her husband? It would be constant torture.

“Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

A synchronized gasp filled the room causing Y/N to turn her head to see what the commotion was, and there he was. Harry was standing in the middle of the aisle looking directly at her.

“I’ve loved you before I knew what love was. You’re it for me, I’ve always been shit at my timing. Please, if I’m wrong, go on with this and I’ll walk away forever. I can’t let this go on without you knowing that I’ve loved you for forever.” Harry spoke out loud enough for everyone to hear. No matter how much the rest of the wedding guests were in shock at what they were watching, no one could deny that Harry was utterly in love with Y/N.

It was as if both of them were the only ones in the room. It was tunnel vision for her. Y/N turned back to face Rodger, her groom, who looked as if he would have burned Harry alive right where he stood.

Harry accepted defeat as she turned away from him.

“I’m so sorry, Rodger.” Y/N backed away from him as his hands shot out trying to grasp her. Kicking her heels off, she ran down the aisle taking Harry’s hand.

Hand in hand, they ran out together leaving all of her family and friends stunned. “You really do have shit timing. Oh my God, H. I’m a runaway bride.” Harry cackled out of a pure adrenaline rush as they ran through the parking lot.

As they approached his car, Harry ran to the passenger side of his classic Mercedes opening the door for her, before she climbed in she reached up grasped his face, and smashed her lips on his mouth. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” She said in between each kiss.

“I love you so much more, but we need to go, cherry.” Y/N climbed in the car, and Harry shut the door running over to his side. Harry barely waited for the car to start as he put it in reverse, peeling off through the parking lot just as the guest were rushing outside. Y/N watched in the side view mirror for a moment, and then looked away.

“We’re going to have a hell of a story to tell our kids one day,” Harry turned to look at her while her eyes were already on him.

“We are not telling our kids this, they’re going to tease us forever.” Harry gripped her hand in his, and kissed it multiple times repeatedly filled with much joy.

“Whatever you fucking say, you’re mine forever that’s all that matters to me.” Y/N smiled proudly hearing the words she had always wanted to hear from him.

“And your mine, why did we wait so long, Harry?” She asked still smiling at him.

“I asked your sister the same question.” Y/N looked over at him confused.

“My sister…what?”

“I’ll explain later, I promise.” Y/N shook her head thinking of what her outspoken sister could have told him.

Harry turned on the freeway just heading away as far away from the venue, not necessarily having a destination in mind. “Where are we going, Harry? I’m in this huge wedding dress. Where are we going to live? How are we going to explain this to your mom?”

“That’s my girl. My anxious girl. There are no more worries. I’m yours forever, okay. No more worries.” He said to her reassuringly.

“My mom? She will be more than ecstatic, probably happier than us. Where are we going to live? We will figure that out. As far as your wedding dress, it would be a shame to let it go to waste wouldn’t it?”

“What are you saying, H.” She looked at him knowing her had some wild idea in his head.

“My sweet girl, I’m saying that Vegas is four hours away. I want forever with only you. Do you want it with me?”

“Is that your lousy way of proposing to me?” Y/N teased him.

“I’ll think of a better proposal within four hours, I promise.”

“The rings?”

“Ring pops until I get you the proper ring.”

“You’ve always got everything figured out,” Y/N said leaping across the console, and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I’m the optimist and you’re the pessimist…the perfect mix don’t you think?” Harry asked teasingly.

“More than perfect. Everything I’ve always dreamed of.”

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glitteredrry · 1 year

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i’ve loved you for forever

summary: Harry attends his best friends wedding, only to end up running away with the bride.

warnings: angst & fluff

wc: 3k

inspired by anon. thank you so much for the inspiration. 💌

He was head over heels in love with her.

“Harry, have you ever kissed someone?”

“Of course, loads of people.”

“You’re forgetting I know you better than I know myself, liar.”

“Fine, I’m caught. Have you kissed someone?”

“No, I don’t trust anyone.”

“Do you trust me?”

“With my life.”

“So, would you kiss someone you trusted just to get it over with?”

“Stop asking me questions you goofball, and kiss me.”

Harry had many regrets in his life, but one that haunted him was the fact that he never gave them the proper chance. He was young and foolish, but still left with the same feelings he had at sixteen.

“Are you ready to see her?” A voice spoke out making Harry shoot his head up getting out of his head. Y/N’s older sister was peeking out the door looking at Harry whose face that was pale.

“Beautiful, cherry.” The nickname slipped out of his mouth dripping in admiration. He had always called her cherry for the way the apples of her cheeks would shine bright red.

“Then I won’t eat,” Harry answered trying to calm her anxious nerves. She was always like this.

“What if the rings get lost?”

“Just distract everyone, and I’ll run to the nearest stores and get some ring pops for you two.” Y/N laughed hitting him with her hand.

“You can never be serious.”

“And you never stop worrying, cherry. Today is your day. We used to talk about this all the time together. You're finally getting your happy ending and you’re worrying about things that are out of your control.” Just as Y/N knew him, Harry knew her. This look on her face wasn’t something of anxiousness, she looked unsure. Harry studied her face more, and after a moment she spoke up.