Originally posted by harrysimpact

“You’re so hot for him.”

I turned away from the full body mirror as my best friend and roommate Zuri walked into my room.

“What?” I asked, although I already knew the answer.

“Don’t play dumb, Y/n. This is the most feminine I’ve seen you look all year,” she replied as she fixed the sleeves of my outfit. I traded my usual look, which mostly consisted of jeans & t-shirts, for a cute & puffy, yellow, off-the-shoulder romper paired with white block heels. 

“Zuri Brooks, always the comedian,” I stated sarcastically as I turned towards the mirror once more to apply a coat of sparkly lip gloss onto my full lips. 

“You know I’m right though,” she said as she leaned against the dresser. “You only look this good when Harry’s around.” I scoffed as I shook my head. Well, she’s not wrong.

Over the past couple of months, Harry and I had become very close friends due to Zuri, who happened to be his personal stylist. Everything was fine for a while until I started crushing on him super hard. I tried my hardest to push away those feelings because I didn’t want to be disappointed when said feelings weren’t returned. He’d never be into a girl like me.

“You made it!” Harry exclaimed as Zuri and I made our way towards the already packed table. 

Harry stood up and pulled me into a tight hug after embracing Zuri. I wrapped my arms around him in return, subtly burrowing my face in his chest a bit. Damn, he smells good. 

“Thought you’d never show,” he grinned as he pulled away. 

“Hey, it takes time to look this good,” I (sorta) joked. 

“You always look good,” he replied, and I could’ve sworn his cheeks tinted red. I don’t think I can make it the entire night.

“Congrats on #1 by the way,” I diverted. For whatever strange reason, compliments always made me feel a bit uncomfortable.

“Thank you,” Harry replied graciously as a genuine smile spread across his features. “I like these by the way,” he said as he picked up one of my box braids, “s’cute.” I grinned in thanks as he lead me to the bar.

“D’you want a drink?”

An hour later, Harry and I, slightly buzzed, had made our way onto the dance floor, moving to the beat of a song I didn’t care to know the name of. 

“M’really glad you made it,” Harry shouted over the music.

“Why wouldn’t I?” I shouted back. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

He was about to respond before Nick made his way over, wrapping an arm around him. “I see Harry’s finally won you over, Y/n! Quite the lad, yeah?”

“We’re just friends, mate, fuck off,” Harry laughed. Although I knew that my feelings for him would most likely never be returned, it still hurt to hear Harry say those three words. 

“I’m gonna get another drink,” I said before quickly making my way to the bar. Just friends. Ugh.

I woke up the next morning with a huge headache and a sour taste in my mouth. I slowly opened my eyes, groaning as sunlight poured through the windows. I snuggled deeper into the covers in an attempt to shield myself from the brightness. Funny, my sheets smell just like Harry. 

Wait a minute. 

I popped up from the sheets, groaning again at the rush. I looked down to see that I was wrapped up in his dark sheets, dressed in a large t-shirt and sweats. I quickly downed the glass of water and two painkillers he set aside for me on the nightstand before kicking off the sheets. That was when last night hit me. 

“Woops,” I giggled as I almost tripped on the stairs. 

“Careful,” Harry said as he wrapped my arm around his neck and an arm around my waist. “You can’t walk on your own in this state.”

“Ooof,” I let out as I plopped myself onto his bed. I nuzzled my face into his pillow, breathing in his scent that smelled of mint and cologne. “Yum,” I mumbled.

“Here’s a change of clothes,” he said as he placed a t-shirt and sweatpants at the end of the bed. “They’re a bit big, but I’m assuming you’d be more comfortable sleeping in these instead.” He left the room, stating that he’d be right back. 

I slowly stood up from my comfortable position and began to undress. I had just rolled up the large sweatpants when Harry walked back in, equipped with a glass of water, eyes widening in surprise as his cheeks tinted red.

“S-sorry, I should’ve knocked,” he stuttered out as he turned his back towards me. 

“S’okay,” I shrugged as I slipped on his large t-shirt. “I’m done,” I giggled as I waited for him to turn around. He peaked over his shoulder, turning around fully once he saw that I was indeed fully dressed.

“Sorry about tha’,” he apologized again, running his hands through his hair. 

“I don’t mind,” I shrugged as I plopped back on the bed. If I was sober, I’d be freaking out at the fact that Harry saw me half-naked. “I like you too much to care anyway.” I laid on my side, propping my head up as I watched him rummage through a drawer. 

“You’re really beautiful, you know that,” I slurred out as I watched the crease between his eyebrow appear as he continued searching for whatever he was looking for. 

“Uh, thank you?” he questioned, as he let out a little laugh. 

“I’m serious,” I persisted, reaching over to run my hands through his hair. “You’re like, the prettiest person I’ve ever seen.”

“And you are really drunk,” he chuckled. 

“I’ll show you a drunk,” I slurred as I moved closer to him. 

“I think you already have, love,” he smirked, finally grabbing a bottle of painkillers. He looked up to place the bottle on the nightstand, jumping a little when he noticed how close we were. 

“I really like you, Harry,” I blurted out without a hint of regret.

“Oh,” he said, eyes widening in surprise again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him closer from his kneeled position on the floor. Our lips brushed a couple of times, but before I could fully press ours together, he took my wrists in both of his hands.

“I think it’d be best if we discussed this in the morning when you’re in your right mind,” he whispered as he placed his hand against my cheek. I shamelessly leaned into his large palm, enjoying the warmth that he brought me. Or maybe it was all of the alcohol.

“I’m gonna puke!”

After heavy contemplating whether or not I should sneak out through the window, I decided to make my way downstairs and do damage control instead. I made my way into the kitchen, stopping when I saw Harry with his back turned, cooking breakfast. Okay no, I can’t do this. I can fit through the fit through the window if I suck in a bit.

Before I could turn around and tip-toe out of the room without alerting him of my presence, he turned around. Damn it.

“Hi,” I shyly greeted. 

“Good morning,” he replied as he placed two plates of pancakes on the granite island. “How’d you sleep?”

“Like a baby,” I rolled my eyes as he smirked at me. It was silent for a while before he hesitantly spoke up, breaking the awkward tension. 

“So, about last night,” he trailed off, turning off the stove before leaning against the counter. 

“Let’s just forget anything happened, okay?” 

“That’s the thing, Y/n. I actually want to talk to you about–”

“I was drunk. I shouldn’t have said anything. It was really stupid,” I interrupted. 

“Why was it stupid?” Harry asked with curiosity, crossing his arms.

“Harry..” I warned, hoping he’d let it go.

“I just wanna know, Y/n.” I let out a heavy sigh, playing with the end of one of my braids as I tried my best to not make eye contact with him.

“Because I know you’d never like a girl like me!” 

Silence washed over us, lasting for what seemed like forever. I slowly drew my eyes upwards to see he was already looking at me, the crease between his eyebrows present. 

“Why..why would you ever think that?” 

“Because Harry,” I sighed again, “I’ve seen the girls you’ve dated before! And I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not a model, blonde, or thin. I’ve got wide hips, chubby thighs, and stretch marks all over my ass. Hell, I’m not even white.” I closed my eyes as I pinched the bridge of my nose, willing myself to get it together. A little too late for that, sis.

“I’m sorry, I’m just gonna head out. Just..forget I said anything.” I hurriedly walked out of the kitchen, but Harry ended up catching up. He wrapped a hand around my wrist and pulled me towards him.

“Harry, I don’t–”

“No, listen,” he interrupted this time. “Don’t I get a say in how I feel about you?” 

“Look at me,” he said as his fingers guided my chin towards his gaze. “I don’t ever want to hear you compare yourself to anyone else, because you are absolutely perfect just the way you are, alright?”

“Shut up,” I said in disbelief as I shook my head, looking away once more. He brought my gaze towards his again.

“M’serious! You need to understand that, Y/n. You are one of the sweetest, funniest, and most gorgeous people I’ve ever gotten to know. I’ve actually liked you for quite some time, so please don’t think for one second that I don’t feel the same about you because of the color of your skin. You’re beautiful inside and out, and it hurts me to know that you feel this way about yourself.” 

We both stood in the doorway of the kitchen, eye contact never wavering. I wrapped my arms around his torso as I embraced him. “I like you so much,” I whispered into his chest as he hugged back. 

“M’glad to hear it, love, ‘cuz I like you too,” he lightly laughed, resting his chin on top of my head.

i was listening to supermodel by sza while writing this ha

big thanks to @raspharries to helping me with this!!

i’m sososo sorry it took forever for this to come up, but i hope you guys liked it! & to the anons who sent in request: they’ll be up soon! please be patient!