Hi hello just curious how hatefuck!Harry and y/n are. Are they together yet, or still pretending to hate each other?
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It’s been a few weeks and Harry hasn’t gotten a moment alone with you since having been interrupted in his dressing room. He’s frustrated, and contemplates actually wringing Adam’s neck because, seriously, who in the hell could actually time a moment like that so poorly?
Harry had been right on the verge of confessing his feelings to you, only to be cut off. He’d punched his pillow multiple times once he’d gotten back to his hotel room, burying his face in the duvet and screaming until his throat was raw and itchy. He’d then queued up Music and Lyrics on Netflix (because if he couldn’t have you, at least he could watch Hugh Grant have Drew Barrymore–someone deserved to get their happy ending) and turned himself in for a night of self-pity and warm, toasty blankets.
The tour had ended. He’d gone home for the holidays to see his family and to receive some much-deserved relaxation. But throughout his little break, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.
God, he was so fucked.
So he thinks it was smart, albeit a little cliché, to have invited everyone over to his home in L.A. just so that he could–hopefully–catch a moment alone with you. He could put Gatsby to shame, he thinks. Hosting a full-blown party just to see one person? Harry could smell the desperation dripping off of him.
You were much prettier than Daisy, though, he had to admit.