I may have gotten a bit carried away with this prompt but I’ve been meaning to write something like this for a while. Thanks to everyone who requested something from the drabble challenge!
#142: “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”
You’d been a bit skeptical when Harry invited you out to the bar so soon after your breakup. He’d always been a good friend, so you trusted him when he said it would be good for you to get out and have some fun.
It hadn’t been an easy breakup; you’d been completely invested in the relationship when your boyfriend decided to leave you without warning and get with another girl immediately. But Harry had been incredible. He let you stay at his house when you were feeling lonely, and cleared his schedule enough to have lots of movie nights or bring some dinner over to your place. So, you trusted him enough to go along with his plans for the night.
Your dress hugged your body in all the right places, and your heels did a nice job of showing off your legs. Harry’s eyebrows had shot up when he first got a look at you; it had been a while since he’d seen you in anything other than sweatpants or pajamas.
“You look lovely.” He smiled, taking your hand and helping you descend the few steps out of the house.
“You look handsome as well, Harry.”
It wasn’t long until you were pulling up to the bar, Harry sprinting to the other side of the car to open the door for you. The bar was nice; sophisticated but not overly crowded, exactly the way you liked it.
Harry managed to get you to drink a little, with the promise that he’d stay sober in order to get you home safely. You mostly stood out of the way with Harry, swaying to the music and talking a little.
You’d been there a while when a familiar figure came through the door on the other side of the bar, with some skinny blonde girl attached to his arm. You froze. Out of everyone at the bar tonight, the one person you were trying to get over had to show up. Harry had seen you tense, and he barely missed a beat before he leaned down to your ear to ask what was wrong.
“Everything okay, sweetheart?”
Your eyes remained set on the man on the other side of the bar; the one who had told you he loved you only a few short weeks ago and was now pressing kisses along another girl’s jaw. He suddenly stood up straighter, wrapping his arm around the girl and looking around the bar as if he could tell he was being watched. By you.
“Harry, quick, hold my hand so he gets jealous.”
You didn’t wait for approval before you grabbed his hand tight. Harry looked at your face, clearly confused by the sudden change in your behavior. He followed your gaze, his eyes locking in on the man on the other side of the room, and his hand squeezed yours tighter as soon as he recognized him.
You nodded quickly. Harry was clearly fuming by now; his hand was nearly cutting off the circulation in yours, and you had to hold him back as he tried to take a step forward and move toward your ex to have a little talk.
“Harry, don’t. It’s not worth it.”
You tugged Harry closer, as you were sure the two sets of eyes across the room had found their way to you. The uncomfortable feeling hit you like a ton of bricks. All of the sudden, you felt self conscious about absolutely everything; you didn’t think you looked nearly as good as the girl your ex had brought along and he was probably over there telling her about how pathetic you were. But Harry sensed it immediately.
“Would you feel better if we just leave?”
You hesitated, not wanting to ruin what was supposed to be a fun night out to make you forget about the very person who had managed to show up at the worst time. But you reluctantly nodded, and Harry was quick to hand some money to the bartender and pull you out of the building.
You were silent most of the way home. There was no way you wanted to talk about what happened, especially since the sick feeling in your stomach confirmed your suspicions that you weren’t any closer to getting over him.
“He’s an ass, you know that right?”
Harry’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, and you caught his eyes as he rolled up to a red light. You nodded slowly, looking down at your legs when you felt the waterworks coming.
His heart stopped when he saw the first tear fall down your cheek, wanting to reach out and pull you into the biggest hug until you felt better, but he opted for grabbing your hand instead. You pulled his hand farther into your lap, his warm palm anchoring you from getting lost in your own flood of emotions.
“He’s not a good person. He doesn’t deserve your tears, sweetheart. Good riddance.” He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, as you reached your hand up to wipe the tears.
“I just… I thought he loved me, and seeing him tonight, I don’t think he ever did…”
He was driving up to your house now, as you sniffled and tried to pull yourself together before you had to go inside.
“He didn’t deserve you. He was a shit person, but I promise, you’re going to find someone someday who will treat you so much better than he did. And you’re going to wonder why you ever loved someone like that fucking asshole.”
You swallowed hard, shooting Harry a small smile from across the dimly lit car.
His hand was still tight around yours, not willing to let go until he was sure you were okay. He wanted to be some kind of support for you; even though he’d much rather be holding you and kissing your tears away, he needed to just be your best friend for now until you were ready to move on. He’d wait.
He wasn’t oblivious to the fact that your hands fit comfortably together, and his hand was exactly where he wanted it. It wasn’t long before you found your front door staring you down as you resisted letting go of Harry’s hand. You didn’t want to be alone at home again, when it was supposed to be a fun night and make you feel better. You knew as soon as the door shut behind you, you’d break into tears if you didn’t have someone there to keep you preoccupied.
“Do you wanna come in? You can spend the night and we could just hang out.”
Reminding yourself how lucky you were to have an easygoing best friend like Harry, you smiled brightly when he nodded. But you couldn’t help noticing when his hand latched onto yours after you got out of the car, and again once you got inside after unlocking the door. It wasn’t until you sat down on the couch, a bowl of popcorn on your lap and the remote in your free hand, that you decided to question it. His hand had once again found yours, and you certainly weren’t complaining, but it was a bit unusual for Harry to be this way. He was always cuddly, of course, but something about the stiff way he held your hand tightly was giving you an off feeling.
“Harry, is everything okay?”
He looked confused, as if he didn’t know why you were asking. You thought he’d know what you were referring to when you questioned if there may be something wrong, but it looked as if you were going to have to explain it to him, and you weren’t quite prepared for the awkwardness it might bring.
“You’ve been holding onto my hand all night. I mean, I don’t care, it’s just that you don’t usually act like this. Is there anything bothering you?”
He smiled, giving your hand a small squeeze nonchalantly.
“Everything’s fine. Just, you deserve a little extra love, you know?”
It was a bit of a weird thing to say, honestly. Very sweet that he thought this way, but still weird. So you slowly let go of his hand, scooting closer to him and letting his arm wrap around you instead.
“Your ex was a dick. And he managed to ruin the night I set aside for just us to have some fun. When someone hurts you like that, it hurts me too.”
He frowned. Your hand found his knee, squeezing gently over the torn black fabric where his skin poked through.
“I didn’t know it bothered you this much.” You whispered, staring down at the floor and becoming lost in your thoughts again as silence took over the room.
You knew what it was like to hurt for someone else. You’d felt it for Harry countless times, of course, but you also thought you felt a bit more for him than a friend should, so you always attributed it to that. It was such a feeling of helplessness, when you knew someone you loved was hurting for reasons beyond your control. You reminded yourself that Harry was an exceptionally caring and selfless person, so you stopped yourself from venturing too far into your own fantasies of how he may feel some attraction to you as well. Until he said something you didn’t think he would.
“I love you.”
He blurted it out before he could stop himself, holding his breath afterwards as he feared the repercussions of what he’d just admitted. The look in his eyes said it all; what he just told you was completely true and he was glad you knew it, even if you didn’t feel the same. You stared for a few minutes, both your hearts beating quickly as some of your pain washed away and you realized, maybe he’d been the one you’d been waiting for all this time. So you cuddled up to him, leaning your head on his shoulder and looking upwards to kiss his cheek. You’d need to talk about this situation eventually, but for now, you were content with the knowledge that he loved you and he was already beginning to make you feel more loved than you’d ever felt with your ex.
“I love you too.”