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0oolookitsme · 3 months

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It's Buzzcut Season, Anyways!

Eeeeekk!!!! Hi Hi everyone!! I hope you are all doing well, here comes the first post of the year! <3

So.. It is my birthday today, and I'm very excited to tell you that I'm introducing to you, another one of my pairings! This a little excerpt from the fic (wip) I'm writing about this chaotic pairing, and I really do hope this gets you as excited about their story, as I am! This was supposed to be up in December but for some reason, I didn't post it?? Anyways, other than that, you shall see more, further on in 2024 :)

Also, shoutout to @cupid-styles and @elioslover for picking my ice hockey!Harry to be the one to get a buzzcut, hahah! My indecisive self (who lowkey wanted you guys to pick him), could've never 💗

All the love always, A.

Verse - NHL Player!Harry x Figure Skater!Y/n (uni era)

Word Count - It's just an excerpt so it's short!

Warnings - None that I can find but if there are any, do tell me and I'll edit them into this!

Y/n is reluctantly trimming Harry's hair when her nose feels funny, and she sneezes. Its good though, that Harry asks for her opinion regarding a change that he would rather appreciate.

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Y/n sat on her unmade bed, hair unbrushed and messy since she woke up from a 3-hour nap. Her fingers typed away on her laptop, her face showing zero signs of any stress regarding the assignment she's going to have to turn in un-edited.

Probably because of the breakdown she'd had before taking nap. She'd been so stressed that she had drawn blood from her lips and broken two of her nails -- which was rather disappointing to her considering she'd got them done not so long ago in the honour of the upcoming season of winter.

The temperature was still as hot as summer, but half of the world was snowed in, and she wanted the peace of mind that winter brought her; so, she deluded herself into thinking that it was indeed her favourite time of the year.

A silent burp made its way up her throat, as she drank the day-old diet coke she'd been drinking before her meltdown-that-leads-to-an-amazing-nap.

Just as she slurped on the last sip that wasn't anything but melted ice, she heard the door to the flat open and her eyes rose up just in time to catch the sight of a sweaty and out of breath Harry, through the open door of her room.

"Y/n?" He called for her, walking towards her room when she only hummed in response. He passed her an apologetic smile on reaching her doorframe, and she knew he was going to ask something of her that the both of them know she wouldn't be willing to do quite easily.

"I need your help," he grinned at her. "...And Immediately."

She looked at him suspiciously, before deciding to shift her focus back on her assignment, knowing that he would lure her in if she were to continue looking at him.

But Harry was at once kneeling beside the side of bed she was sitting on. With his hands joined, he contorted his face in a way that looked like he was about to cry. "I beg of you, please! If you don't help me right now, my life will be ruined forever!"

Y/n's eyes had fallen into untrusting slits by now as she minimized the document that she had been writing in. "What is it, Harry?" She asked him in a monotonous tone, shutting her laptop as if procrastinating the essay any longer would be a great help.

"Cut my hair."

Instantly her jaw dropped open. Shaking her head, she began reopening her laptop and Harry took a hold of her wrists. "Harry, there's no way!" She yelped as he began making her get off the bed.

"I'm not asking you to give me haircut like Zayn!" He exclaimed, as if that'd ease her. "Just trim it a bit," he shrugged, walking out into the small living-room with Y/n thrashing behind him. She even threw a few hands at him, but he had a feeling that she wasn't as opposed by the idea as she was pretending to.

He pulled out a chair in front of the mirror that, though they had been living in this flat for nearly two months, had yet to be pinned to the wall. "C'mon, you work at a salon -- surely you know how to trim a guy's hair," he teased her, knowing that questioning her abilities would get to her and she'd cut his hair better than any hairdresser ever could.

Looking at her reflection glaring at him through the mirror, he winked at her before bending down to unzip his bag. He pulled out an electric trimmer from inside it and handed it to her, pulling the towel from the coffee table that he had left there earlier in the morning.

Once done draping it over his shoulders, he handed her the trimmer and added a touch of his puppy-dog eyes even though he knew they simply don't work on her.

"Okay. If you end up bald, don't complain then," she grumbled before running her hand through his hair. "Is this sweat or did you wash your hair after practice?" Her face was already contorted in disgust, like she knew he surely couldn't have done the latter.

"Don't you worry, I washed it after practice," he assured her, looking at her as if she should appreciate him.

She turned on the trimmer and held his hair in sections by one of her hands. "Why didn't you go to a salon?" She asked him, trimming the hair on his sides with her mouth parted.

Harry shrugged and immediately retorted when Y/n shrieked, mumbling an apology. "The salon's too far. I don't have the time to get there; got a handful of assignments to turn in before midnight." He told her. "And I mean, saving some money never hurt anyone."

"You do realize that I've put doing my assignment on pause to do this silly shenanigan with you?" Her eyebrows rose up as she fired another question at him. She suppressed a smile when he passed a dimpled-lopsided grin to her. "God, I hate you," she said, and a smile slipped on her lips as she moved to the other side to trim the rest of his hair.

She had no reason to be doing a parttime job at a salon, it wasn't going to help her in the future in any way, but it did help her in the present with its money. The money she got by being apprenticed to a dance company went straight into the flat-bills and some other necessary purchases that she couldn't avoid.

But she wasn't complaining about it. Living among frat people was a nightmare for her. She did have fun with people but being a clean-freak and a morning person didn't match well with the frats. They did love her dearly, but when Harry came in asking if someone would be willing to be his flat mate, everyone had chanted for Y/n. And, when he asked Y/n at the rink, she had quite literally jumped at the opportunity and in the joy of the moment, hugged Harry with a tight grip that still had his heartbeat rise whenever he thought about it.

With her touching his hair, Harry's heart was beating so hard in his chest that he was afraid it was going to break a rib. His eyes never once left her reflection in the mirror, not with the way she was being so careful and serious. Her lips had parted without her knowing, and she wasn't even blinking often enough.

That was when Harry saw a hair-strand fall in her face, and her face scrunch up in a way it does when she's about to sneeze. He saw as she turned to sneeze in her elbow -- a habit that she still hadn't gotten rid of. He shifted his gaze down on his hands in his lap, to prevent her catching him staring at her.

When Y/n caught her breath after the sneeze, her eyes grew wide. Her hand began shaking as she brought the other hand to cover her mouth, looking at his head in horror. She wasn't sure if she should laugh or begin spewing apologies and decided on the latter one.

But as she opened her mouth, Harry looked at her. "Should I just buzz it off?" He questioned her and thought that she had paled at the thought of him going bald. "I mean, the match season is finally over. I don't have anything to do but study, do my parttime and of course practice hockey." He shrugged explaining his point of view, looking at her to help him decided.

"S-sure! I mean, you'd look good with any-any type of haircut." She was shaking and stuttering, but Harry was too lost in his train of thoughts to question her. "A-and its buzzcut season, anyways!"

That seemed to be helpful for Harry. He smiled at her, "Shave it off, then. I'm basically on vacation from tomorrow... and I guess I'd really appreciate a change like this!" He was back to grinning and Y/n's sweat was beginning to cool off.

She imagined sitting with Harry on a sofa on some ordinary-night with her feet in his lap like he were her closest friend and telling him about today -- a movie playing on the lowest volume possible in the background. She stopped herself before she could get lost thinking about his reaction and mess up even his buzzcut.

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stylessupremacy · 2 years

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Everything Will Be Alright

Prompt: Harry, the incredible hockey player that has every girl at his beck and call, meets Y/n - who changes his whole perspective on his love life. He's finally found the one.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Language

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“Let’s do shots!” Amelia suggested - who was Y/n’s best friend and roommate - to their group of friends at the bar. Y/n cringed at the thought of more alcohol - she’s only had a beer and the thought of pure alcohol made her want to vomit.

She wasn’t much of a drinker.

The way Y/n’s dad would drink was insane. Y/n made a promise to herself a long time ago that she would never touch alcohol. She does on rare occasions, but otherwise never drinks.

Amelia stumbled her way up to the bar and ordered shots for the whole table. Fumbling her way back to the table and almost tipping the shots over, she managed to pass them all out.

Amelia insisted on another round of shots, everybody groaning in response feeling their hangover’s coming on early. Their heads pounding and stomachs churning were not good signs. The other friend besides Y/n spoke, agreeing to make sure everybody got home safely.

While Y/n bid everybody goodbye she turned and saw Amelia flirting with some dude. “Everything okay?” Y/n questioned as she approached the two, but she was instantly met with the most beautiful green eyes she's ever seen.

“Yeah, she just spilled her shot on me is all,” his raspy, accented voice filled the air. Looking down she noticed his wet shirt. “I’m so sorry. She’s just had too many drinks tonight and I was coming over to take her home,” Y/n apologized profusely, feeling horrible that her wasted friend spilled alcohol on this handsome gentleman.

“It’s okay. Just got done with finals this week and I actually want to get toasted like your friend too,” he chuckled. “What school do you go to?” Y/n questioned, as she wrapped Amelia’s arm around her neck making it easier for her to walk Amelia home.

“Just the school around the corner.” Y/n’s eyes widened a little, “Me too and so does Amelia.” Y/n chuckled, “This is Amelia by the way and I’m Y/n.” “M’ Harry,” He smiled warmly.

Pointing to Amelia - who passed out on her shoulder, Harry asked, “Do y’want some help getting her home?” Y/n shook her head, “It’s alright, thank you. You deserve to celebrate after a long year.”

Now it was Harry’s turn to shake his head, “I actually can’t. Year-round hockey player trying to make it to the pros by next year. Can’t really be slacking much, besides I’ll see these idiots tomorrow. Well maybe,” he shrugged, making Y/n laugh.

Harry grabbed Amelia’s arm and swung it over his shoulders to help walk her out to his car. Harry and Y/n were laughing their asses off as they made their way to Harry’s car.

“Did- did you hear what she just said?” Y/n laughed, buckling herself up in Harry’s passenger seat. Harry laughed as well, “I assume y’guys dressed as bananas one year for Halloween?” “Maybe,” Y/n chuckled with a shit-eating grin.

Harry helped Y/n get Amelia up the stairs and into bed making sure she was on her side and had a bucket nearby just in case she needed it.

“Thank you again for helping me bring her home,” Y/n spoke, getting a glass of water. “Would you like a drink?”

“It’s no problem. And no thank you. Gotta get up n’at them tomorrow morning,” Harry joked heading for the door. “It was nice meeting you, Harry. Hopefully, I’ll see you around.”

“It was nice meeting you and Amelia as well. Have a good night.” Walking back to his car Harry was flabbergasted. Not once has he ever had a girl - besides his mum or sister - be that kind and caring towards him. He had the biggest grin on his face and he didn’t even know it at the time.

Most girls found him attractive and just wanted to use him for sex or to show off. Nobody has ever been as caring as Y/n was.

“Hey, mister. You’re pretty handsome,” a girl spoke, catching Harry off guard from where he was taking a break from his lift to catch his breath.

She was average height, and wore a sports bra that showed off way too much cleavage - how could she even workout with her boobs almost falling out? And her matching spandex leggings were so tight and high up it gave her a camel toe.

“Thanks,” Harry grumbled, picking up his weights again to do his next rep.

The same girl waltzed up and started touching his biceps as they flexed under the gym lights as Harry did his bicep curls. “Look at these muscles. I bet your other muscles flex this good when you’re in bed.”

Dropping the weights harshly Harry turned to face her, “Do you fuckin’ mind? M’just trying to work out but all you care about is getting in my pants.”

“So are we still on for tonight?” The girl called out after him watching him storm off to the men’s locker rooms.

“Amelia, why would I want to go to a hockey scrimmage?” Y/n bit back agitated by her best friend.

All day Amelia has been nagging Y/n to go to the hockey scrimmage so she could meet the cute guy she spilled her beer on. Still, when Y/n asks if she can remember anything from that night, she insists all she can remember is the ‘cute’ guy.

Deep down Y/n really wanted to go to the scrimmage. She wanted to see Harry again, but if her best friend found him cute she couldn’t. She didn’t want to ruin their friendship over some stupid guy.

“C’mon please Y/n!” Amelia begged. “Fine,” Y/n huffed out, “Don’t say I never did anything for you.”

“What kind of hockey game will this be if they are not even selling beer?” Amelia whined to Y/n as they walked to their seats.

Y/n shrugged, “You’re the one who wanted to come to this.” Amelia ignored her remark and sat down in the seat.

“Now which one is the guy I spilled my beer on?” She questioned as she watched the men in hockey uniforms file out for the national anthem. “I’m not sure. It’s hard to recognize because of the gear.”

They stood for the national anthem, then sat back down again picking up their buckets of popcorn and digging back in.

“Wait they're announcing the starters,” Y/n said as she noticed they were announcing the opposing team's starters.

“And at starting forward, Harry Styles!” The announcer enthusiastically said into the mic, making the crowd erupt into loud cheers and roars.

“Damn, you guys would make cute babies.” Amelia shrugged innocently and shoved some popcorn in her mouth. Amelia’s comment made Y/n’s cheeks turn crimson red and she almost choked on her popcorn.

Y/n threw some of her popcorn at her, “Shut up!”

“You don’t have to hide that you like him. You haven’t shut up since you guys met the other night!” Amelia giggled girlishly before turning her attention back to the game. Was Y/n really falling for Harry?

Towards the end of the third period, Y/n’s and Amelia’s popcorn buckets were empty and water bottles were dry. To say Harry was a good player was an understatement. Harry was an amazing player.

He was definitely going pro by next year. Every time he scored or broke up a play the crowd would erupt into loud cheers. The fans loved him, but the opposing team, not so much.

Harry also wouldn’t tolerate the back talk while playing. - One of the opposing players tripped Harry on purpose. Harry was getting on his nerves by being an arrogant son of a bitch and taunting him.

My mum could skate faster than you.

You know the goal of the game is to get the puck into the net.

God my blind cousin could do better than you.

I’m the dick? Yeah, and you’re a fucking twat!

That was the last comment Harry said before he was full force going at the player. Fortunately, the refs and his teammates were able to calm him down some.

As Y/n and Amelia were talking - not really paying much attention to the game, they could hear gasps. Turning to see a hockey puck come full force towards them, but not having any reaction time. The puck ended up smoking Y/n in the ribs.

“Oh my god, Y/n are you okay?” Amelia panicked as her best friend gripped her side. The on-call paramedics came rushing to Y/n’s aid and took her down to their makeshift exam table.

“Raise your hands above your head, please. Just want to feel around and make sure everything is okay.” Y/n did as the paramedic asked, as he lightly touched the already bruising tender flesh.

Y/n focused on the hockey players heading out of the locker room and not on the searing pain in her ribs. Y/n hissed as he touched a very tender spot, “Looks like you’re just going to have some nasty bruises. I don’t feel any breaks.”

“How did this happen?” Y/n questioned, tugging her shirt back over her head. She couldn’t quite fathom how the puck hit her because there was glass and nets surrounding the ice.

“There must have been a broken loop and the puck slipped right through it,” he said, packing up his equipment so he could leave. “Oh,” Y/n hummed, hopping down from the table, “Thank you.”

As she went to walk away a recognizable voice was calling her name. “Y/n wait up!” Harry yelled through the hall running towards her. His curls matted to his head from the sweat and helmet.

Harry caught up to her, “I’m so sorry about the puck hitting you.” His eyes held sincerity - something Y/n wasn’t used to. “I thought the goal of the game was to hit the puck inside the net?” Y/n teased as they continued walking through the halls.

“Hey! That was uncalled for,” Harry pouted, “Thanks for coming though. It was nice seeing a familiar face.” “Your family doesn’t come?”

“No. M’from England so it's a long trip just to watch hockey,” Harry said with sadness lacing his voice. “I’m sorry. But that does make sense why you talk funny,” Y/n joked, a fond smile gracing her lips. “Hey!” Harry whined, “Is it national make fun of Harry day?” Y/n shrugged a playful smile adorning her lips still.

“Where's your sidekick?” Harry asked as they reached his car. “After I got hit she wasn’t allowed with me so she left to go get some drinks since the venue didn't sell any.” Harry hummed, “Do you want a ride?” “Yes, please,” she nodded.

“You played very well. I could see why you’ll be in the pros next year,” Y/n spoke from the passenger seat to break the silence. “Thank you. Most people think I need to focus on school instead, but playing pro has been my dream since I was little.” Harry spoke turning into Y/n’s apartment complex parking lot.

“Just do what makes you happy, nobody can tell you differently,” Y/n said as he unbuckled her seat belt, “Thanks for the ride, Harry. See you around.” Y/n quickly hopped out of the car and headed inside.

‘Just do what makes you happy’ was stuck in Harry’s head as he drove himself back to his apartment. Harry has always been told to focus on his education and not sports. Still, he continued to work hard in both the classroom and on the ice - look at where he ended up.

He has a major chance to make the draft next year and the only people who have supported him were his mum and sister. And merely this girl he met a few days ago. What was she doing to him?

Deep, deep down she made him happy and he knew that. She didn’t try to get down in pants when she first met him. She was the opposite, down-to-earth, kind girl he's ever met.

As Harry drove home, he thought about how he was scared. If he ever opened up to her would she take off? Would she judge him? Would she flip a switch and want what everybody else wants with him? He only had one way of finding out.

But deep down, Harry knew she was different. A kind and loving girl with a big heart.

As Y/n laid in her bed that night she thought about Harry. How his family didn’t come to the game which was understandable with the traveling. She felt bad for him in that sense because she understood.

Y/n’s parents were alcoholics. Well her mom was up until she died of liver cancer. She hoped that her dad would stop drinking after the incident to see where he would end up next, but he never did.

Her parents never physically abused her; it was all emotional abuse. She was in a toxic environment for her whole life.

Y/n and Amelia met in high school. Amelia was a transfer student and she and Y/n instantly hit it off and have been inseparable ever since. Amelia would let Y/n spend the night when her dad got really bad which was most of the time.

Y/n was scared of opening up and saying too much to Harry because what if he didn’t want that? She knows he deserves a girlfriend without the baggage. That’s all Y/n was, just becoming somebody else’s problem with baggage.

“Why don’t you actually go out and do something productive?” Y/n’s father questioned as he came into the kitchen with a six-pack in hand. “I’m doing my homework so I can earn a scholarship to pay for college.”

“That’s good. I don’t plan on paying for your tuition. You'll be eighteen soon enough and I won’t have to pay for you anymore.” Cracking open a beer and taking a swig, “Then you’ll just become somebody else’s problem,” he shrugged.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/n questioned packing up her things and getting ready to head over to Amelia’s since she practically lived there. “You know what I mean. You’ll rely on somebody else to take care of you. I’ll be much happier without you in my life anymore.”

That was the night Y/n left her childhood home once and for all and moved in with Amelia and her family. She hasn’t talked to her dad since.

But that’s why Y/n is afraid. She doesn’t want to become somebody else’s problem. But yet she still has doubts and they will be a constant burden till somebody tells her differently.

Waking up to knocking was not surprising to Y/n. Amelia probably spent the night and forgot her keys inside. Y/n quickly threw her hair into a messy bun and put her glasses on.

“Really Amelia? You frog-” Y/n swung the door open to definitely not reveal Amelia, “Oh Harry! Hi! I wasn’t expecting you.”

Harry chuckled, “I take it you thought I was Amelia?” “Yeah I did,” she laughed, “Please come in.” Y/n stepped off to the side to allow Harry to come in.

“What are you doing here?” Y/n questioned as she made a pot of coffee. Harry scratched at the nape of his neck in nervousness, “Well uh-” he chuckled, “There’s a festival going on downtown and I was just wondering if you would like to go with me? I understand it’s last minute so if you say no it's fine, I just tho-”

Y/n cut Harry off with a warm smile, “It’s okay Harry. I have nothing going on.” She chuckled, “I would love to go with you.”

“I can just wait for you to get ready,” Harry shrugged, not really minding waiting. Y/n agreed and gave him a cup of coffee, “Help yourself to anything you want. I’ll be back shortly.”

Y/n quickly went into her room and got ready. Doing her hair in a simple claw clip to keep it off her face, and wearing some jean shorts paired with a simple tank top and her classic converse. She finished her look with some gold earrings and a gold necklace.

When Y/n walked out of the room Harry’s jaw dropped. Y/n looked beautiful - she was dressed in simple clothing yet looked drop-dead gorgeous. She was naturally beautiful.

“Y’look stunning Y/n,” Harry said, catching Y/n’s attention where she was double checking she had everything in her purse.

Y/n’s cheeks heated up at Harry’s comment, “Thank you.” Harry got up and put his used coffee mug in her sink, “M’ready whenever you are.”

“I’m ready,” Y/n smiled. She and Harry made their way out of Y/n’s apartment and down to Harry’s car.

Y/n took in Harry’s apparel. He was sporting simple black Nike shirt with vibrant green shorts. The brightness of the green shorts brought out the green of his eyes. ***

Y/n’s mind wandered and she couldn’t help but see how lucky she was. She was going out with a guy who was sexy, fit, and trim.

The car ride to the fair was not too long from Y/n’s apartment. Her and Harry made small talk including Harry asking how her ribs were doing after that nasty hit she took from the puck.

“They're okay. Bruised, swollen, hurt like a bitch, but I’ll be fine,” she replied.

Fondness overtook Harry when she spoke those words. They were not fake by any means. She wasn’t trying to put up a front for Harry. Y/n was just being Y/n and that's what Harry adored with her - along with many other things of course.

Harry and Y/n spent the day at the fair eating and drinking a bunch of junk food - Harry normally wouldn’t do that since he’s on a strict diet with hockey, but when Y/n insisted he would have to help her eat the food he gave in. When did Harry give into a girl's command or wish?

They rode the rides, both of them a little scared the ride would bust though since it was a fair and these people pack up and take down their equipment so quickly.

“Harry, c’mon! Stop being a wimp! It’ll be fun!” Y/n spoke enthusiastically trying to sweet talk Harry into riding the ride.

“I don’t know Y/n,” Harry spoke nervously and jokingly, “I think I might throw up those deep-fried Oreos you made me eat.” To be honest, Harry was a little nervous he might throw up since it was one of those spinning rides.

“You’ll be fine Harry,” Y/n grabbed Harry’s hand and dragged him to get in line. Harry just had a fond smile on his lips as he watched the amazing girl before him.

Now Harry and Y/n are on their last ride, the Ferris wheel. After almost a whole day at the festival, they decided to wrap it up and call it quits.

They sat in the seat together just talking about anything and everything that came to their mind. Harry enjoyed Y/n’s company and Y/n enjoyed Harry’s company.

Without thinking, Harry snaked his arm around Y/n’s back and she leaned into his hold. He was warm while Y/n was a bit chilled from the late night summer breeze.

“Y/n I really like you,” Harry started and stared off at the bright lights from the fair. “This might be too soon, but I was wondering if you’d like to give us a shot?”

Y/n hesitated, “I don’t know.” Harry’s heart sank fast, “I- I come with a lot of past issues,” Y/n spoke, hearing the hurtful words her father said to her playing over and over again in her head.

“We can work through that, you know? Heck, I probably have something we would need to work through, but I completely respect your decision either way.” Y/n’s eyes met his and she could tell he meant it - he was serious about this relationship.

“If you’re still offering I would like to give us a shot,” Y/n smiled.

“Let’s take a quick picture, I want to have something to cherish this day,” Y/n spoke, taking her phone out. She and Harry quickly snapped some pictures. Knowing this was instantly becoming Y/n’s new lock screen photo.

“Here I want to get one of my own,” Harry said, taking his phone out. They both smiled and made cheeky faces as he clicked the photo button but on the last one he dipped in and kissed Y/n on the cheek. That was his favorite picture of all and was going to become his new screen saver.

He loved the way it made Y/n’s cheeks heat up. Hell, he found everything Y/n did adorable and fascinating.

On the ride home, the new couple was very giddy. Harry pulled into Y/n’s apartment complex and parked, “You should spend the night. We can kick Amelia to her room and watch some movies?” Y/n spoke nervously, gauging Harry for his reaction.

“I would love to. Make a healthy dinner so we at least have something good in our system,” Harry smiled teasingly. “Hey!” Y/n swatted playfully at him with feigned offense.

And that's how the night ended. Harry and Y/n cooked a healthy dinner - per Harry’s request, and sat in the living room watching movies while getting to know each other even more.

Y/n couldn’t be happier. She feels like she’s known Harry forever since it's so easy making conversation with him. Plus they will literally talk about anything. It just flows out naturally.

Y/n is in a better living environment with her best friend and dating a beautiful, perfect, and handsome man who makes her happy. She couldn’t ask for anything more.

As for Harry, he’s finally found somebody who makes him happy. He was never happy when all girls wanted from him was sex. He wasn’t for that. He wanted a true relationship and to take things slow. He didn’t want sex right off the bat.

He found Y/n. Yeah, she may have some past trauma but they will be able to get through it. Together, as a couple.

Y/n has made Harry happier over the past few days than anybody - other than his mum and sister - has ever done in his whole life.

Couples have their ups and downs, work through problems together, and have bumps in the road throughout their relationship. Still, everything works out for a reason. Everything will be alright for the new couple.

They’ll navigate their way through this new adventure, together. And everything will be alright.

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