Can you do one where Harry and Luke both like you and are trying to 'win you over' and you end up picking Luke but feel bad for Harry, please? Xx
it’s late so I haven’t checked for mistakes yet I’m sorry but it’s 2 in the morning and I’m tired haha. thanks for the request and I hope you like it :) xx
Today was the day. I had to tell them who I was going to choose. Harry and Luke had both confessed that they liked me. I almost fainted when they told me. I mean two perfect people had said they like me. They seemed very chummy about it, like they’d sat down with each other and decided what the best thing to do was. They had it all planned out, it was kinda cute. They sat me down and spoke me through their plans. “Listen Y/N, we both like you and before you say anything we have a plan.” Harry started. Luke stepped closer to me, “We’ve decided that we’re both going to take you on a date. Not together obviously, I meant separate dates. And then let you choose the day after.” “Pretty good huh?” Harry smiled. “Yes, very clever boys.” I giggled, looking at them both, my gaze lingering a bit longer on Harry. I had been a fan of his for years, years before I met him. You see I’ve been friends with Luke for some years now. Obviously at first I had some feelings for him but he never returned them back them. Next thing I’d found One Direction and I fangirled over them hard. I used them to get over Luke. So obviously when Luke found out he was going on tour with them he asked if I wanted to go too. Without hesitation I said yes. 4 months later and I was here, having to choose between my dream guy and my best friend.
Harry’s date was first. It was so surreal. We started the day off with jetting off to New York. He said he heard me say I’ve always wanted to go there and it was true. The tour wouldn’t be going to America for another month and the New York date was 2 months and 3 weeks away, I was counting. He took me shopping because I’d told Zayn once that I needed some retail therapy. My retail therapy is just trying the clothes on though. Harry laughed at me when I told him this. He offered more than once to buy me the clothes but I refused. I couldn’t take his money. Especially since I didn’t know which one I was going to choose yet but mostly because I wasn’t raised like that.
He dragged me into basically every shop on the street. “Come on Y/N.” He pulls me into another shop. “I think you should try this on.” He laughs. He held up a neon green dress that had a meringued bottom made out of foam. These designer stores had the funniest dresses I’d ever seen. “Showtime!” I smiled at him as I walked into the dressing room. “Now, be professional. I’ve been to a lot of fashion shows so I know how it should be done!” Harry speaks through the curtain. “Maybe you should model for me then?” I smirk and open the curtain. He pulls me out of the cubicle and close to his body. His hands land on my hips, swaying them from side to side. “Move your hips like this. And remember, one foot in front of the other.” He lets me go so I can walk. I do as he says and turn around at the end of the “runway”. “Like that?” “Exactly like that.” He bites his lip causing me to blush. “I should put the next one on.” I awkwardly shuffle back into the changing room. The next dress was made out of fur. Like 100% fur. It had no shape. It was like a bin bag covered in hair. “I feel like a cave man.” I pout while Harry opens the curtain. He starts to hit his chest and stomp his feet. I can’t help but laugh. He starts to comb through my hair, pick out “bugs” and eats them. “Harry, stop it!” It was getting hard to breathe but I didn’t want him to stop. I hadn’t laughed like this for ages. “Okay, okay. Are you going to wear this dress on our date tonight?” “Tonight? So what are we doing now?” “Just having a day out, oh and getting to know each other obviously.” “And what have we learnt today?” “That I’m really fun to be with,” He smirks that cheeky smirk that makes every single girl’s knees weak, “and that you can make anything look good.”
Those words never left my mind. They’re still running through my mind, as I look between the two of them. Both pairs of eyes were on me. Nervous about what words that will leave my mouth.
The rest of the date with Harry was good too. The dinner was just dinner really. A standard good date. It was at a fancy restaurant but we laughed and talked like we were sat at home. It was lovely. But then I went on the date with Luke. It was great. Oh god. He knew I’d be tired from my day in New York so he let me sleep for however long I wanted. I guess him being my friend for so long gave him an advantage. He knew how much I liked my sleep. He’d slipped a letter under my door saying that I should knock on his door when I’m up. So I did. “Finally!” He laughs, “I’m sorry, you know I can sleep for England. I haven’t messed up the date have I?” “No, don’t worry.” His hand grabs my wrist and pulls me into his room. His bed had transformed into some sort of fort. “No way.” I whisper, without noticing. Luke’s soft chuckle lets me know that the words actually did leave my mouth. “This is exactly what I need!” I squeal and run to the sheet and pillow cave. “Which one first?” Luke held up three DVDs, all Disney because he knows how much I love those films. “Surprise me.” I smirk. Flirting with Luke was so natural it didn’t feel like flirting anymore. We automatically cuddled up like we always would. It was strange. It didn’t feel like we were on a date as such. I was just spending time with Luke. It made me think, how good it felt to be with him. How happy I was to just be in his arms. We didn’t need to be doing something special for me to enjoy being with him.
We were now in the middle of watching The Little Mermaid, Kiss the Girl came on. It is my favourite song so I started to sing along. Luke chuckled, his eyes said he knew this would happen. It wasn’t until I started to sing the song properly and look around the room, comparing it the scene on the screen. The sheets were like the branches of the willow tree and the hundreds of fairy lights strung around the fort were like the fireflies in the movie. He had recreated the scene. He knew I’d figured it out because I’d stopped singing. I looked up at him, our eyes connecting straight away. All the butterflies that I’d suppressed for the past years had erupted like a million fireworks. I’ve never wanted to kiss someone so bad in my life. We were already so close to each other but we weren’t close enough. “Luke…” “I know Y/N.” We spoke in hushed tones, not wanting to ruin the moment but we knew we had to.
From the moment I realised what Luke had done I knew I was going to choose him. I just feel so bad for Harry. He’s done nothing wrong. I guess it wasn’t a fair fight. Luke knows everything about me. I’m sure once Harry got to know me better he could pull the same thing off too but it wouldn’t have felt the same. I’d dreamt about Luke and I being in that scene, but we actually kissed at the end. Never in my life would I have thought it would have actually happened. “Okay. So I’ve made my decision. Harry, can I speak to you outside please.” I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t tell them both at the same time. “I’m going to choose Luke.” He face fell, it broke my heart. “I’m sooo sorry. I’ve just known and liked Luke for longer. I had such a good time on our date though, and just between the two of us, if I knew Luke for as long as I’ve known you I would of chose you okay. If you go on a date with anyone else take them on a similar date and say all those words because it works. You made me feel so confident and at ease. I congratulate you on being so modest and normal too. You have to understand this is the hardest decision I’ve had to make.” “Its fine,” he half smiles, “I understand. If you and Luke don’t work out just know I’m always here.” “Good.”
When I enter the room again I see Luke with his head in his hands. “You chose him, didn’t you?” “Luke, look at me.” I kneel down in front of him, “You recreated one of my favourite scenes of all time. Of course I chose you!” “What?” I giggle at his surprise. He really thought I’d choose Harry. “Shut up and ‘Kiss the Girl’.” I did my best Sebastian impression, causing Luke to chuckle before pressing his lips to mine. It was everything I wanted and more. A wave of relief washed over me. I’d definitely chosen the right person.