Milkshake | A Valentine’s Day One Shot
I know it’s a day early but here we have one in which Harry fucks up because I hate Valentine’s Day and we don’t need any extra sappy-ness, ok? It’s hard enough being permanently single without having a special day to rub it in my face.
“Date night Tuesday, yeah? For Valentine’s Day?” Harry says as you lie your head on his chest. There’s a show on the telly at the end of the bed but neither of you are really paying attention, more interested in the whispered conversation you’re having. He’s been home for a while but soon he’ll be gone again and you wish you could keep him by your side like this forever so he could never leave. But Gucci clothes don’t buy themselves, do they? Oh but yes they do, you reason, when they’re sent to him for free.
“Gotta be seen to be wearing ‘em, makes everyone money,” he justifies with a small giggle.
“Yeah but I still don’t understand why they give the free stuff to the very people who can afford to pay for it? This is how rich people stay rich, you know? They don’t have to buy anything for themselves. I read that Lady GaGa got given a £10k place to stay for the Super Bowl for free by Air BnB, I mean, what the fuck?”
“Are you saying you don’t like the dress YSL sent you?”
“That is completely beside the point, Harry. Entirely. I can’t afford it, you can.”
“Oh, of course, sorry, I forgot you can’t afford anything with your multi-millionaire fiancé,” he rolls his eyes.
“Nope. What’s yours is yours until you get that ring on my finger,” you tease.
“Still think we should skip the big wedding and jus’ go t’ Vegas.”
“Your mother would kill us both,” you laugh. “And why Vegas, of all places? Could go anywhere in the world on our own and you choose Vegas?”
“When we’re in LA sometime…quick flight to Vegas, married an hour later, done.”
“Gosh, remember when I thought you were romantic?”