“When was the first time you realized you loved me?” Your actions froze as the unexpected question slipped past Harry’s lips before you were turning to glance at your boyfriend.
“Where’s this coming from?” You snorted lightly, shaking off the initial surprise and continuing to chop up the vegetables you were using to make stir-fry. The knife bit into the carrot, your brows knitting together in concentration as you thought about the question while trying not to slice your fingers open.
To be completely honest, you had never really been an affectionate person. You hated being hugged, you hated being touched, you hated seeing couples get all gross and cuddly with each other in public - Which was one of the reasons why everyone was confused about why you and Harry ended up together. If there was an award for being the most affectionate, Harry would definitely win it. Now, just because you weren’t an affectionate person didn’t mean you weren’t friendly! You were charming and extremely witty the first time Harry met you, and he found it endearing whenever you’d crack a joke or make a sarcastic comment about something.
“I was jus’ wondering. I told you about when I first realized I loved you, so it’s only fair that you tell me your version!” Harry shrugged, setting his phone down and adjusting his seat slightly as he watched your back.
The first time Harry realized he loved you, the two of you were watching a nature documentary on whales. He hadn’t really been paying attention to the film, his eyes flicking over to you every once in a while just because he loved looking at you. He loved the way your brows stitched together when you were focusing on the screen, he loved the way your nose twitched which resulted in you looking like a little bunny… But the thing that really made his heart melt was when you quietly mimicked the sound of a whale’s call to yourself, bursting into giggles after doing so. Absolutely adorable.
The first ‘I love you’ came from Harry, obviously. It was an early Sunday morning, the two busy making breakfast in the kitchen. Well, it was more like Harry was sitting by the counter and you were busy with the waffle maker. (You liked taking control in the kitchen so Harry really didn’t have a choice.)
“Can you put some-”
“Bananas and a dollop of whipped cream on the side?” You cut Harry off, turning to set his plate of waffles down on the counter before your lips tugged up in a small smile. “Just the way you like them.”
“I love you.” Harry hadn’t even realized he said it until he saw the smile drop from your face, your eyes widening in surprise. Your lips parted as if you were about to say something before you turned back swiftly to see if your waffles were ready yet. The silence he received in return pretty much confirmed the fact that you didn’t feel as strongly as he did about you, his heart dropping to his stomach as he quickly dug into the waffles while keeping his head down. Fuck, he was humiliated. He’d never felt so upset in his entire life, and he even began scolding himself in his mind when he felt his eyes well up with hot tears. And then he heard you speak.
“I, um, I really, really like you.” It wasn’t an ‘I love you’, but he’d take it.
Now, the first time you said ‘I love you’ was a surprise to Harry. He knew it took time for you to get used to someone, he knew how awkward you got with lovey-dovey business, so when those three little words slipped out of your mouth… He felt like he was dreaming.
“I guess that’s fair. The first time I realized I loved you… Hm.” You paused, wiping your hands on your apron. You kind of already knew that you loved him from the start… It just took a while for you to wrap your head around the thought of ‘I love you’ rolling off your tongue.
“Fuck, I didn’t even realize I was running so late!” Harry hissed, stumbling over the rug as he attempted to put a shoe on with one hand. He had a super important meeting regarding the embryonic stages of his debut album, and he was already ten minutes late.
“I know, I’m sorry I didn’t check the time!” You winced, reaching up to scratch the back of your neck. You were in such a comfortable position with Harry, and a part of you wanted to stay cuddled up together. Just knowing that you got to wake up to seeing his face, to hear his voice, to feel his touch made your heart flutter. (A very odd feeling. You had never felt that way before and WebMD told you that you were in the beginning stage of having a heart attack, which wasn’t very reassuring.) Also, you had kind of forgotten his meeting was today. But he didn’t need to know that. “I promise I’ll make it up to you!”
“It’s alright, love. It’s not your fault, you’ve got nothing to apologize for. I’m the one who wanted a quick snuggle before work.” Harry wheezed, out of breath from just slipping into his boots and his coat. He opened the front door, ready to leave before he realized he didn’t even have his car keys. “Where are my-”
“Here!” The car keys jingled slightly as you handed them over to Harry, Harry thanking you before leaning in and planting a kiss on your cheek.
“Promise I’ll be home in a couple hours!” Harry puffed out, beginning to trot down the front steps as quickly as possible.
“Okay, I love you.”
“Yeah, I lo-” Harry immediately paused in place before whipping around to look at you. Was he dreaming? Maybe he was hallucinating or something. That protein shake he had earlier did taste a little funky. “You- You what?” And that’s when you began malfunctioning.
“What? I didn’t- I didn’t say anything.” You cleared your throat, feeling heat rise to your cheeks and your heart beginning to pound. Oh, god. Why would you say it now? He was in a rush and now was the time you decided it’d be a good idea to hit Harry with an ‘I love you’?? “I mean, I don’t know- I didn’t, uh, I said I’ll see you later! Yeah, that’s what I said.”
“Say it again,” Harry demanded quietly, already making his way back up to you, a smile beginning to grow on his face.
“I didn’t-” You hid your face in the crook of Harry’s neck as he pulled you into a tight squeeze. This was humiliating. You were never going to say that again!
“Y/N, say it again.” He breathed out, pulling you away from him gently before reaching up to cup your cheek. “I need t’ make sure I’m not crazy.”
“I… I love… I love you.”
“Kind of went off in the ‘first time I said I love you’ direction but it’s sort of the same thing. But, yeah. I knew I loved you from the moment we met, as cheesy as that sounds.” You shrugged, already feeling gross and icky from the amount of affection that was floating around in the air.
“Really?” Harry smiled fondly, a soft smile gracing his features. You nodded before turning back to continue with the carrot that had barely been chopped up. “Can you say it?”
“You know what I mean, silly.” Harry couldn’t help but giggle as you muttered a sheepish ‘I love you’ under your breath.
“Anyways, that’s the only time you’ll hear this story, so- Ah!” You shrieked in surprise when you were suddenly swept off your feet, letting out an ‘oof’ as Harry tossed you over his shoulder with a laugh. “What the hell do you think you’re doing??” You snorted, yelping as Harry delivered a smack to your bum.
“Can’t a man give his girlfriend a little loving before dinner?”