I’ve always thought there aren’t enough fluffy, hand-holding blurbs out there, so I wrote one!
ALSO, IT’S FLUFF MONDAY!
He was nervous.
You could tell even though the room around you was dark and you could only really make out the outline of Harry seated next to you. His eyes were completely focused on the movie playing on the screen in front of you, but his mind was a million miles away. He kept fidgeting in his seat beside you and you snuck a glance in his direction every time you heard him shuffle beside you.
You stuck another handful of popcorn in your mouth and leaned in toward him.
“Hey, you okay? You’re moving around like you need a wee.”
“Sorry,” he mumbled, “Seats are uncomfortable.”
You turned your attention back to the movie. Truthfully, you were a bit preoccupied as well. This was only your third date and you could tell that Harry had been hesitant to make any sort of move, other than asking you out. You hadn’t slept together, hadn’t kissed or cuddled, or even held hands. Harry had been the perfect gentleman over the first two dates, but you were starting to wonder if he was ever going to make a move.
You glanced back over at him a few moments later and saw that he was still staring straight ahead. His hands were tightly clasped together in his lap and his knee was bouncing slightly.
You sighed and readjusted a bit in your seat, placing your arms haphazardly on the arm rests on either side of your seat, just out of comfort. While you settled in to continue watching the movie, you didn’t see Harry glancing over at you, and then down at your hand that was now resting only a few inches away from him.
He wanted to hold your hand, he just wasn’t sure if you would be okay with it. The first two dates had gone well, in his mind, but he knew you were a bit shy and he didn’t want to scare you off. He couldn’t stop thinking about what your hand would feel like intertwined with his own, however. It didn’t matter much to him if he had to wait a few more dates to kiss you, but he was starting to crave the feel of your skin on his own. He was undoubtedly attracted to you and wanted you to know that he was starting to really enjoy your company and wanted to advance your growing relationship.
He couldn’t have told you what had happened in the last half hour of the movie, but he couldn’t help it. His mind was only focused on one thing and he knew he wouldn’t be able to get through the rest of the film without holding your hand. He needed it; he had to.
He unclasped his hands and slowly started to inch the left one closer to the arm rest, trying to seem inconspicuous by shuffling his body a bit to make the movement appear natural. You were still looking at the screen and not really noticing what was going on, so he moved a little more. His hand was now only inches from yours and he could feel his fingers twitching with anticipation.
It was now or never; he couldn’t hold his hand in the awkward position it was currently in without seeming bizarre. He inhaled and slowly edged his hand until it was hovering on top of yours. The first time his fingers brushed against yours, he felt your hand twitch, but you didn’t move. He took another breath and lowered his hand until it covered your own. When he knew that you weren’t going to reject his advances, he gently intertwined his fingers through yours and found himself finally able to relax when you tightened your grip around his fingers. He brushed his thumb against the top of your hand and smiled, settling back into his seat, not seeing the smile that had formed on your own cheeks.
A few minutes later, you leaned close to him again.
“Next time, don’t wait until the movie is half done, okay?”
Harry smirked, giving your hand a squeeze.
He wouldn’t wait that long next time; in fact, he had no intentions of ever letting go of your hand again. He hoped you were okay with that.