You never thought you’d be attracted to the idea of strolling around town hand-in-hand while wearing matching Hawaiian shirts, but you’d do anything to make Harry happy. And if what made Harry was wearing similarly patterned clothing whenever possible, you’d do it! Harry had a quirky sense of style and you always admired it, and you’d pick absolutely no one else to walk around with wearing flamingo-pattered button downs. Sometimes you’d come home to see multiple bags from high-end luxury brands thinking that Harry went on a crazy shopping spree for himself, but only a quick peek into the bags would make you realize that he probably spent way too much money splurging on matching shirts and blouses for the two of you.
“Hey, look a’ you!” Harry’s eyes popped open when you stepped into the room, a grin immediately gracing his features. “What a foxy lady…” He teased, getting up from his seat on the couch and walking over towards you. It was Day 2 of Harry starring on the Late Late show, which meant it was Day 2 of you wearing a dress that matched perfectly with his suit.
“Never thought I’d ever wear a bloody Donald Duck patterned satin dress.” You joked, smoothing your hands over the fabric before twirling around in a circle so Harry could see the whole custom-made outfit.
“I love it! You look amazin’ in it.” Harry purred, leaning forward to give you a quick kiss as his hands slid down to grasp at your waist. “Love the material, too.” He hummed, an arm slinking around you to pull you closer. “Nice and smooth…” His hair tickled your chin as he tucked his face into the crook of your neck to plant kisses to your skin, a smile twitching at his lips when you let out a shallow breath.
“Cut it out, you perv.” You snorted, pushing him away gently once you rememebered there were probably security cameras in the dressing room. “Let me see your suit! Give me a twirl.” Harry beamed, taking a step away from you before turning in a circle and showing off his suit.
“Oh, you look so pretty!” You gushed, reaching forward and fixing his collar to make sure that he was looking his best when he walked out on that stage.
“You look so pretty!” Harry grinned, cupping your cheeks gently and giving you another kiss. Sometimes it concerned you how much you and Harry loved each other.
“You both look pretty!” You turned around at the sound of James’ voice, your cheeks heating up slightly. You never liked getting caught being all mushy with Harry. “C’mon, Mr. and Mrs. Donald Duck. Show’s about to start!”
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