Together at Last
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This is a christmasy request!!
Picture isn’t mine which was to be expected tbh.
It was safe to say that Harry was crazy about her. Everything she did and every word she said enchanted him in a way he hadn’t known before.
Harry found himself sighing with relief whenever she entered a room, just as if he’d been waiting and looking for her from the moment they parted until they were reunited again. Didn’t matter if that distance laster a month, a week or an hour or even a minute. And once his eyes found hers there was a wide smile decorating both of their faces and their bodies would almost glow with light.
Sometimes, especially after a drink or two, Y/N would walk towards him instantly, almost as if she were as drawn to him as he was to her, and if she was particularly brave, Y/N would cuddle herself in his lap and he’d lean down to kiss her cheek.
The way they interacted with each other didn’t really fit into what was deemed to be the norm of two best friends and it had earned them some confused looks or silly comments from others in the past, but all in all, Harry was happy and Y/N was too.
He spent a lot of time with the person he cared for the most, and even if he wasn’t allowed to kiss or hold her like he was itching to, it was just as he’d written in a song once: “A little bit was all he was asking for.”
Things were particularly hard in December, though.
The nights were long and cold, leaving a burning sensation in his chest as well as goosebumps all over his arms. The want for someone to hold on to, specifically for her, grew and grew, to the point where it almost hurt and there were many morning he left the bed without having slept for a moment.
The days weren’t much better, either. It snowed constantly and the sun left London’s cloudy sky shortly after 4 in the afternoon. And with all the lights decorating everybody’s home and the Christmas songs playing on repeat no matter which radio station he happened to be listening to, Harry’s heart hurt with the disappointment over how lonely he always was.
“Earth to Harry.”
Her voice pulled him out of his thoughts and upon looking at her, his heart fluttered. She was breathtaking. He recognized the jumper she was wearing as one he’d gotten for her, well, technically he’d gotten it for himself but when he’d shown it to her she’d loved it so much he’d gifted it to her without a second thought. It suited her better than it would’ve suited him anyway, and to see her all cozy and comfortable warmed his heart.
Her body lay comfortably on his couch, her socked feet propped up in his lap and when his eyes locked with her pretty ones, she gave him the sweetest smile a person could wear.
It’s unfair, Harry thought, she didn’t for a minute give me a chance to not fall in love with her.
“Is everything alright, H?” Even her voice was soft. Harry sighed.
He nodded and when his fingers found her feet to slowly massage them, she stifled a giggle, all worry leaving her expression.
“M’fine, love. A little caught up in my head, but… s’all okay. What about you? Comfy?”
“I’m good,” Y/N replied, before holding out one hand for him to take, a gesture he happily complied to, “I’m always good when you’re around.”
The second phrase she uttered quietly, a little as if she hoped he couldn’t hear. His heart dropped and with flushed cheeks his eyes left her face and instead focused on her fingers.
“What’s got you all stuck in that head of yours?” Y/N pressed on.
Her fingers felt warm in his grasp and he loved how the tiniest hint of a blush crept onto her cheeks when his thumb drew a small heart into her palm. The closest he’d ever got to tell her how he felt, Harry thought grimly.
“I’m wondering why you’re not going to be with me on Christmas.”
It was an unpleasant topic for either of them, one that brought a lot of unspoken disappointment and let down to the pair. In fact, when she’d first said no to his invitation for Christmas eve, he’d been so baffled that he’d had to ask her to repeat herself and after hearing her rejection a second time, he’d found it difficult to talk to her for the rest of the evening.
The quiet words tumbling from her lips made him feel like crap. His constant whining had painted a frown onto her pretty face and when her eyes went as far as getting glossy, he pushed himself up with a sense of guilt so strong it made him sick. Harry’s body got dangerously close as he let himself fall on top of her chest carefully and between her open arms.
“No, I’m sorry,” he hushed, “You’ve got that thing with your friends and I shouldn’t be an arse about it. S’just… I’d really like it if we’d be together whilst celebrating, you know? It’ll feel wrong with you not around and to be honest m’a bit bummed out by it.”
“I know,” Y/N sighed, “I am, too, Harry, and honestly I would so much rather be with you than with my friends. But we made those plans ages ago and I can’t just bail on them.”
“You’re a good friend.”
“I think your point was that I’m a shitty friend,” she giggled softly, then added, “We can meet up the day after.”
She sighed upon feeling his nod against her neck and hear chest tightened when he laughed against her collarbones.
“Of course, yeah. We’ll meet after.”
And just like that, they were once again in a position other best friends probably wouldn’t end up in, and when Y/N slung her arms around Harry’s shoulders, it was clear that they wouldn’t be moving out of each other’s reach anytime soon.
There were moments where it annoyed Y/N how ridiculously crazy she was about her best friend. But who could blame her?
Whenever she walked into a room, she could be certain to have his eyes follow every move she made, every breath she took and once she let her own orbs find his, they would both find themselves smiling uncontrollably.
The people around them knew as well. Hard not to nice since it wasn’t everyday you saw two people give each other the kind of looks and secret glances that held nothing but pure wonder. Their expressions were ones of surprise, not because they couldn’t understand why their hearts had decided to fall for the other, but because their chests ached with the amount of love they felt. They cared about the other so deeply, at first it had come almost as a shock to their systems. Harry blushed at the mere thought of her while Y/N’s heart jumped whenever somebody mentioned his name.
Why they didn’t just confess to each other nobody in their friendship group understood and there’d been plenty of plans to play secret match maker with the two, but after years of friendship they also felt like it wasn’t their choice to make for the pair.
And it was because of that affection she held for him, that Y/N wished she would’ve agreed to spend Christmas at Harry’s. That, and because her friends never showed up.
The party they were meant to attend was set in the north of London and in a club Y/N had never been to before. It was packed with people and the moment she’d set foot into the venue somebody thrusted a drink into her hand and about three others offered her something to smoke.
The cigarettes she declined and the drink she set down on one of the tables.
She wasn’t naive enough to consume something she’d been given by a stranger.
It wasn’t at all the christmasy party she’d expected and hoped for. People wore reindeer antlers as well as red Santa hats and there were remixes of Christmas songs blasted through the speakers, but other than that it was nothing like she’d been told it would be. It wasn’t cozy, it wasn’t small and above all, there was nobody around that she knew.
Y/N hated it. This wasn’t how she wanted to spend Christmas.
Close to tears Y/N did the only thing she could think of doing, the only thing she hoped would help her flee the uncomfortable situation. Shakily she pulled out her phone and began dialing the familiar number, before pushing her way to the very back of the club and into a narrow hallway where it was somewhat quieter.
She knew he was having a small get together himself, that his sister, his mother and several friends of his were over. So him noticing her call was unlikely and a desperate attempt that promised little help. Y/N whimpered and brushed her free hand over her forehead.
She would leave a message, she decided, one he would hopefully hear before tomorrow. Oh god, what was she supposed to do all alone at a club full of wasted strangers?
Y/N could have cried with relief upon hearing his voice.
“I didn’t think you’d pick up.”
Harry chuckled lowly. “I’m the shitty type of son who doesn’t switch of his phone during Christmas.“
There was the sound of laughter in the background, probably his mother, and Y/N’s heart sank. She was ruining everything for him.
“To my great luck,” she sighed and before she knew it the first tears spilled over and onto her flushed cheeks.
“What’s up, baby?” Harry cooed playfully, unaware of just how upset his best friend was, “Already regretting saying no to me and instead going partying with you friends? Or are you calling me to rub it in my face that you’re having a great time without me?”
“As if,” Y/N hiccupped, “They never showed, Harry. And now I’m stuck in a club I don’t know and I’m alone and there are so many drunk people dressed up as santa and I- Harry, I know it’s Christmas and I’m so sorry but could you please come pick me up? I’m a shit friend to even ask and you’re busy, but please, I don’t want to be here, Harry.”
Y/N was full on sobbing by this point. Her voice was shaking and some of the words she said didn’t even sound right and were swallowed by a sob. Harry already reached for his keys. When he spoke next his voice was tense and heavy with worry for her.
“Of course, Y/N, absolutely. M’on my way, alright? Don’t you worry. Message me your location and I’ll be there.”
Harry glanced at his mother. She was standing by his side and up until now she’d been chatting with one of his bandmates, but now she was looking at him with worry in her eyes.
“It’s Y/N,” Harry explained without hanging up the phone, “She needs me to go get her. I’ll be back in a bit. Sorry, mom.”
He kissed her cheek quickly before making his way to the door, already pulling on a jacket. One glance at his phone told him that Y/N was a good twenty minute car ride away. He even knew that club.
“I got your message,” Y/N heard Harry say, and when he added that he would be with her in twenty minutes, probably fifteen, more tears fell from her eyes. This time they were happy ones, at least.
“Thank you. You’re the best friend anyone could ask for, Harry. Truly, you are.”
Harry sighed and momentarily his eyes squeezed shut. “M’getting into my car now, baby. Okay? And m’on my way. Please just- please don’t cry, love, yeah? You’re not going to be in that situation for much longer. I’m coming for you, yeah?”
“Yes, okay,” he heard her say quietly, “I’ll meet you by the entrance?”
“Perfect. S’it okay if I hang up? I got to focus properly whilst driving. Snow and all.”
“Sure,” she nodded, a smile making the tears disappear from her face, “see you in a bit then.”
“See you in a moment, love.”
It took him half the amount of time he’d expected to reach the club where his girl was, partly because it was Christmas Eve and people were home with their families and not driving around London, but also because of how he was pushing the tempo limit. He knew he ought to be cautious, but knowing that Y/N was in distress, he could’t help himself from pushing his foot onto the gas.
His heart ached at the thought of his Y/N afraid and alone in a club full of drunks.
Y/N’s stomach fluttered and her heart-speed increased when she recognized the black car pulling up and her feet hurried towards him the moment he stepped out of his vehicle. He already held out his arms for her to jump into.
“Thank you,” she sighed into his neck and another sob fell from her trembling mouth.
Harry didn’t reply, but wrapped her up and pressed her to his chest, utterly relieved to see her safe. His lips found her temple, her forehead and finally her cheeks, warming her soul.
“I’m sorry I made you come and get me, Harry.”
He shushed her quietly. “So glad you rang me. M’always just a phone call away for you, Y/N. And I’d come get you no matter what time or day it is.”
Her hold around him tightened and he whimpered when her lips found the spot right below his ear and when she even dared to poke the skin with her tongue, his knees weakened.
“Can I come to yours?” Y/N whimpered against his ear, “Or has the offer expired?”
A chuckle shook his chest. “Of course you’re still welcome to celebrate Christmas with me.”
Upon stepping into Harry’s warm flat, Y/N was greeted with hugs and kisses on both of her cheeks. Harry’s mother handed her the cup of tea she’d prepared for her and held ready and his friends reached out to greet her and engage her in their conversations.
Nobody commented on her late arrival, her flushed cheeks and puffy eyes or on the fact that Harry was holding on to her the whole time. When they entered the flat, he’d been holding her hand, fingers intertwined loosely and when he had to let her go so she could say hello to everyone, his hand remained on her back. The moment she sat down on his couch, he followed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Y/N didn’t seem to mind, of course she didn’t, and when she leaned into his body or stole a kiss to his cheek, most of their friends turned to look away, the moment too private and innocent as that they felt comfortable enough to stare at them.
Harry’s chest could’ve burst with golden butterflies symbolizing how incredibly happy he was.
They ate dinner with everybody settled on chairs around the small Christmas tree, shared jokes and at some point Anne told parts of the Christmas story, simply because it was a tradition.
“You’ve got a lovely tree, H. Love how colourful you decorated it!”
“Thanks, Kate,” Harry smiled at his friend, “But the compliment should really go to Y/N. She did all the decorating and was the one who picked out the tree in the first place.”
“Oh, so you two are finally a couple, then? Took you long enough to tell her, mate. Jeez.” Jim, Harry and Y/N’s mutual friend, spoke casually with his eyes fixed on the biscuits he had on his plate, completely oblivious to the numerous stares of shock and amusement that were set on him as he was busy deciding which he would eat next. “And Y/N? You’re awful at hiding your feelings, love.”
It was as if somebody had emptied a bucket of ice water over her head and Y/N hid her burning cheeks in Harry’s neck, who, for some reason, felt nothing but joy.
Of course he was in love with her, and of course none of his friends had stayed oblivious to it. And frankly, Harry was sick of not having Y/N as his girlfriend.
“Thanks, mate,” Harry replied lightly, “Know I should’ve told her ages ago.”
And when his arms cuddled Y/N further into his chest and their friends quickly changed the subject, one of them even swatted the back of Jim’s head, Y/N felt herself relax as well.
Harry hadn’t disagreed with Jim, hadn’t laughed or shrugged it off. He’d… admitted it hadn’t he?
“I really do fancy you,” Harry muttered into her ear, soothing the tiniest bit of doubt in her mind, “And maybe it’s the christmas spirit that got to me or it’s because m’so damn happy you’re here after all, that I don’t mind you knowing.”
“I reckon it’s the eggnog you drank,” Y/N joked quietly.
Their eyes met, the red painting their cheeks darkened and when she leaned up to press her mouth to his softly, they pulled apart with a shy giggle.
“I fancy you, too, Harry.”
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