okay so i don't have a complete prompt or anything but could you write something really fluffy and really sweet? can just be a little blurb, i don't care. i've just been reading so much angst lately it's lowkey making me depressed. so idk something cute with maybe harry's family it as well? could be something as simple as meeting his family for the first time(: thank you love you're the best
In which Harry soothes your nerves about meeting his family.
You’ve been up for hours, since long before the sun rose, making yourself busy, straightening up around the flat. When you and Harry made plans to have his family over for dinner, your heart had jumped in your chest, just as it has every time the thought of tonight has slipped into your mind since. Today, however, there is a constant thrumming, an uncomfortable, jittery feeling that makes your hands shake and your head dizzy.
You shriek when you feel arms wrap around your waist, doubling over and away from the warm body behind you.
“Oi!” Harry pulls you back into his chest, locking you in his hold and pressing a gentle kiss to your hair. “’S jus’ me, Y/N, chill out.”
“Sorry,” you whisper, attempting to catch your breath.
“Are yeh all righ’?” He loosens his arms and allows you to turn around. “Can feel your heart beatin’ through your back.”
“I’m fine.” You slip out of his arms and return to the dishes you’d been washing, scrubbing at a plate until your fingers begin to ache. You don’t even realize Harry’s left the room until he returns and you feel his presence in the doorway.
“Love, how long yeh been up?”
You glance over at him where he’s leaned against a wall with his arms crossed over his chest, crease formed between his eyebrows. His eyes are curious, watching you closely.
“A while,” you answer quietly, turning back to the sink and rinsing the plate in your hands and setting it off to the side for drying.
“Baby.” He says it with a sigh. You dry your hands off and turn to face him.
“Yeh’ve cleaned the whole place.” He steps toward you and smooths his thumb over your forehead, pressing out the lines that have set in there. “Yeh nervous, angel?”
Your gaze falls to his feet, socked and cozy against the kitchen floor. You heart had begun to calm, but now it picks up speed again as thoughts of tonight flood your mind once more.
“Oi, look a’ me.” He pinches your chin between his thumb and forefinger to lift your head, staring down straight into your eyes. Your chest warms, heart lifting again, but this time not with nerves. “’S gonna be fine. They’re gonna love yeh, everythin’ about yeh.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Do, too. They’re gonna love yeh b’cause I love yeh, and b’cause yeh have exactly no flaws fo’ ‘em to pick out.”
Harry’s lips slot gently over yours in a kiss that you can feel in every nerve, soothing you with all of the confidence he feels. His hands cup your jaw and he presses his forehead to yours after a moment, freshly brushed breath fanning over your face. You take a deep breath, hands closing around the sides of his loose t-shirt.
“Yeh’ll be jus’ fine. Migh’ even have some fun.” He rubs his thumbs back and forth along your cheeks, nudging your nose with his. You’re amazed at how easily just a few touches and some words from him can put your mind at ease.
“I’ll even hold your hand under the table ‘f yeh need me to.”
You giggle at him and he grins, pecking your lips again.