drarry hc: Weird habits Or dancers AU Or the one where Harry loves watching Draco do the dishes Or or or Ahhhans
Draco didn’t need to turn around to know that he was being watched. The only thing he just couldn’t figure out was why.
At first Draco was sure he was imagining things, but in the weeks since they’d first moved into a flat together his suspicions had been wholly confirmed.
Harry liked to watch him do the dishes.
Draco couldn’t understand why Harry was constantly staring at him when he did them. At first he’d been defensive, snapping at him that first night that he could certainly do some things without magic and how Harry didn’t need to stare. Only instead of getting angry Harry had looked embaressed before mumbling something unintelligible and leaving the room.
A few days later he’d caught him staring and tried to make a joke of it, “Got a kink that involves yellow dish gloves and a sink of dirty dishes, Potter?”
Harry had just blinked a few times, before closing his eyes and disapperating with a loud pop so sudden Draco had dropped his favorite teacup.
Which is why, despite the fact that he can feel Harry’s eyes on him once again as he cleans up the remnants of the steak and kidney pie they’d had he doesn’t make any funny jokes or snide remarks. Instead he stays silent despite the curiosity burning a hole in his brain.
It’s a few weeks before the subject is broached again.
Draco is puttering around the kitchen, placing the dishes from tea in the sink when Harry comes up behind him, wrapping his arms around him and squeezing him in a firm hug. There’s something shaky in his voice when he whispers “Do you want to know why I like watching you do the dishes?”
Draco is almost too nervous to speak, so he nods instead. He’s almost afraid Harry hasn’t noticed his nod though because he doesn’t speak at first, but then Draco quite suddenly he feels Harry press the side of his face against Draco’s shoulder inhaling deeply before he starts to speak.
“I never thought I’d have this…someone to share things with like this. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were always so angry. She used to slam the dishes into the sink like she resented having to cook or clean for us, or she made me do them. I used to think that was just what family was like. Then I met the Weasley’s and I remember the first time I saw Mrs. Weasley doing dishes without magic…she told me she didn’t mind because it meant she had a family to take care of. You….you look like that when you do them; as if it’s not a chore. It makes me feel,” and at this Draco can feel Harry’s hands begin to shake. “It sounds stupid I know but….seeing you so happy even doing our dishes makes me think you’re happy with me. That we’re gonna make it. That…you won’t ever leave.”
Draco swallows, feeling like his entire world is spinning because they don’t do this….this talking about feelings things often. Both of them have always been better with actions than words. But for once he knows actions won’t be enough.
So Draco turns, placing his hand on Harry’s chin and tilting his head up just a bit so he’s looking him in the eye.
“I’m not leaving, Harry. Not ever. I want this life and I want you.”
Omg Susie if u ever get the time can u write a one shot like based in the POU world where the kids get older and somehow the fact that harry cheated is brought up to the kids and they get angry at him? I hope this makes sense!! ❤️
The Sins of the Father
“Can I help you, Sir?”
I nodded, taking a step forward to the young jewelry store employee standing in front of me,
“I have a ring I need to pick up today. Should be under Harry Styles?”
She nodded, reaching forward to take the claim check I held out for her,
“I’ll go check.”
I looked down to fold my wallet and put it back in my pocket when I caught a glimpse of a picture staring back at me. It was old. When Em and I were far younger. Lucy was still a toddler. We were still figuring things out. It seemed like yesterday and somehow also eons ago. So much had changed in our last decade and a half together. Sometimes it was hard for me to believe we had weathered all of it.
I pulled the picture out, running my thumb over the faces of my wife and our daughter. I was still as in love with her as I was when I’d taken the picture in my hands. It hadn’t waned or declined in any way. It had only gotten stronger. So much stronger.
“Here you are, Sir.” I heard the employee’s voice again. I pushed the picture back into my wallet and looked up. She set the box down in front of me, “Let’s just open this to make sure everything was how you ordered it.”
hey, hun! sending you love as always. when you get a minute would you consider writing a blurb about Niall and his girl having a complication during pregnancy/delivery? just thought I'd ask xx
My hospital room looked like a flower shop. I wasn’t exactly sure how the hell so many people sent flowers when as far as I knew no one even knew I was in the hospital, but apparently someone had seen Niall walk in with me and as things do with social media nowadays, word got around.
Most of the flowers came from names I didn’t know which lead me to believe they were from fans. I didn’t mind. Shockingly enough Niall’s fans were super supportive of our relationship. I don’t know how I’d gotten so lucky to not induce the hate I saw Harry’s girlfriend get, but they left us alone for the most part.
However the announcement that I was pregnant was met with more fan fare than the boys announcing their return to being a group. So I shouldn’t really have been shocked that they found out the hospital and room number I was in. I should have been shocked there wasn’t a crowd outside, but Niall reported that so far the hospital was bare of any fans.
Niall walked into the room with yet another huge vase full of colorful flowers. He smiled,
“This one is actually from someone we know. Bressie and the Boys.”
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