You didn’t really know Harry. He had lived
two doors down from you for the last 8 months. He had introduced himself to you
when you had moved in and you frequently saw each other while entering and
exiting the apartment building but you didn’t really know much about him.
However with your frequent interactions, your daughter had become quite fond of
him, especially because he was so nice to her and gave her a funny face or a
big smile on the way past. She had even on occasion asked to visit him when she
was bored, but had never really acted on it. She was only three after all; she
didn’t really understand he was a stranger.
After a long stressful day of work, it had
been a lot more stressful then usual, (difficult clients were the worst) and
you had just picked up your daughter from day care. It was very late and you
were very tired, and looking after a three year old on top of all that was
hard, but you did it because she was the best thing that ever happened to you.
Her father wasn’t in the picture, so you shared your little apartment with her
and all her soft toys, and that was the way you liked it.
You got her situated in the living room
with a bowl of pasta and went into the bedroom to get changed into something
more comfortable, but instead decided to rest your head on the pillow for a
moment. Only a moment later you’d fallen asleep.
After a while your daughter got restless.
She hadn’t seen her mummy around for a while. She got up and checked the
kitchen, and again the living room but couldn’t find you. When she was eating
she was so used to you being in the room with her, that she couldn’t even think
of where else you could be.
She began to get scared and upset, and
didn’t have anyone to help her. That’s when she thought of Harry.
She stood up on her tippy toes, reaching
for the door handle, and walked down the hall to his front door, softly
At first Harry thought he was hearing
things. He had the TV on, but he was mostly looking at his phone, and the knock
had been so soft he could have missed it. However when he heard it again he got
up to investigate.
Opening the door he sees your daughter, at
first he smiles but then is a little confused because firstly you are not there
and secondly your front door in wide open.
“Hey sunshine,” says Harry. “What can I do
Your daughter looks up at him with wide
eyes. “I can’t find my mummy.”
Harry looks at the little girl confused.
“Why hunny? Where’d she go?”
You daughter starts to get a little more upset,
tears starting to form at the bottom of her eyes, “I dunno. She gone somewhere
Harry looked at your daughter
sympathetically. He didn’t know much about you but he could tell you were a
good mum. He was sure you wouldn’t have just left her alone in the apartment.
“Well how about we go and have a look
alright munchkin?” he asked. She just nodded in response.
He lifted her onto his hip and walked back
into your apartment, knocking on the open door first, but receiving no reply.
Harry looked around the living room. He
couldn’t see anything weird or strangely out of place.
“Where is mum usually hun? He asked your
daughter in a soft voice.
You daughter snuffled. “I dunno. She’s
always just with me.”
Harry chuckled under his breath. “Where’s
her bedroom. Did you check there?”
You daughter shook her head. “No. Id
fordot,” she mumbled into Harry’s shoulder, pointing in the direction of the
It was then that Harry saw your sleeping
form and chuckled under his breath again. You daughter squirmed and jumped out
of his arms.
“Mummy I found you!” she yelled waking you
up from your sleep.
You woke up with a shock, first from your
daughter’s loud voice, and then because of the man standing at the end of your
bed. It only took you a moment to realize who it was though.
“Harry? What are you doing here?” you asked
running your hand through you hair.
He laughed. “Your daughter couldn’t find
you so she came and asked for some help. That’s all. I’m glad you’re ok.”
You laughed and squeezed your daughter into
a hug. “You silly billy! I was right here!” you giggled.
She laughed. “Sorry mummy!” Now that she
had found you she was content and happy, going back to her dinner and movie in
the living room.
You looked back at Harry. “I’m so sorry
about that. She’s so silly sometimes.”
He laughed. “It’s alright. I’m glad she
trusts me enough that she can ask for help.”
You smiled. “Me too. But I hope it wasn’t
too much trouble. I mean she interrupted your night and…” before you could
finish he interrupted you.
“I honestly didn’t mind. She’s very cute.
Just like her mum.”
You smiled and blushed, a little taken for
“Anytime. But maybe next time she turns up
at my door, you can come to.”
You were terrible with directions- the absolute worst, and it wasn’t an exaggeration. If someone plopped you five blocks away from your apartment, you’d probably walk the opposite direction and end up in the middle of nowhere! Although, there was one advantage to being clueless with a sense of direction- Harry found it absolutely adorable.
“Okay, I put the location in Google Maps, so we should be fine.” You buckled yourself in before reaching up to adjust the mirror. “But the truth is, we probably won’t need Google Maps because I’ve already memorized the path to that cute little diner you said you wanted to go to.” You beamed, very much proud of yourself. You’d never let Harry know this, but you had spent the past week practicing the route of getting from his place to the diner.
“A’right, love. I trust yeh. Hopefully, we get there before the sun sets.” Harry joked, smiling over at you when you rolled your eyes playfully. He always liked teasing you about how scatterbrained you were when it came to directions, and even though you didn’t really mind- Well, you wanted to prove to him that you were somewhat capable of getting from point A to point B without getting lost!
“We’ll arrive in less than twenty minutes, and if I’m unsuccessful, I’ll treat you to your disgusting green smoothies for the next week.” You challenged, already feeling a little heated at the cocky smirk plastered on Harry’s face. You loved him dearly, but good God, he was irritating.
It turns out that putting yourself on a time limit wasn’t the best idea because that had definitely put a damper on your confidence levels to get you and Harry to this damn diner. All the roads seemed to look different, and you had forgotten your glasses so you could barely read the signs.
“In two blocks, turn left.” What exactly was a block? Was a block where the sidewalk ended? That seemed to make sense. Right? Or maybe it was-
“Yeh missed the turn.” You nearly swerved when Harry’s voice interrupted your oh-so intense questions about what a block was.
“That’s fine, I’ll just… I’ll just U-turn!”
“Yeh can’t U-turn here.”
“Wrong direction. Wrong direction.”
“You’re not being very helpful, Siri.” You muttered, aggressively flicking the turn signal as you tried to figure out a solution. Maybe if you just turned on this street, you could drive back to the right route!
“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”
“She didn’t catch that, Y/N.” Harry poked your arm, giggling when you swatted his hand away. He leaned against the armrest, watching you intently. “Y/N, yeh need to speak up fo’ Siri.”
“She’s a robot-”
“She has feelings jus’ like you and me, love.”
“You sound insane.” You grumbled, stepping down on the gas pedal and keeping your eyes peeled for any familiar looking routes. Nada!
“Reminder: brunch in five minutes.”
“You heard the woman, Y/N. Five minutes!”
“Harry, I swear to go-”
“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.” Quickly, you reached over and locked your phone, letting out a little huff. Siri was just as annoying as your boyfriend.
Four wrong turns and forty minutes later, you finally made it. Except, this wasn’t a very triumphant moment.
“So what have we learned?”
“Always listen to Google Maps.”
“And?” You let out a heavy sigh, propping your chin up on your palm as you looked out the window.
“Speeding through red lights to get to brunch isn’t appropriate.”
“Siri has valid feelings just like you and m-”
“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”
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The quality that Harry found most endearing about you had to be your awkward nature. He loved just about everything about you, like your sense of humour, your sweet and nurturing personality, how amazing of a cook and a baker you were, but there was just something about your awkwardness that was just so damn adorable.
You weren’t usually awkward around Harry because he was your boyfriend, for God’s sakes. However, in your mind, there was one exception where you were allowed to be awkward. The following minutes after your guys’ first time, y’know, together. It was a special moment, truly. You wanted nothing but to replay the whole night, consisting of Harry’s strong arms wrapped around you, his lips sponging kisses to your skin as he brought you into a world full of nothing but ecstasy. It was only after you had floated down from cloud nine that your brain finally processed what had just happened. You and Harry had sex for the first time. You were now aware of what he looked like when he really had an orgasm. Your panties had been completely shredded by Harry, so you’d have to buy a new pair soon. You were still completely naked. I just had sex with Harry… nice.
“So, uh…” You broke the comfortable silence, sitting up and leaning against the headboard with the sheets covering your body.
“Hm?” Harry turned to glance at you from the drawers before pulling out a pair of clean briefs for himself. He couldn’t help but smile lightly at the sight of a post-sex Y/N with what looked like perfectly messy hair, rosy cheeks, and swollen lips. “What’s up?”
What was I going to say again? And that’s when your awkward nature kicked into full gear. “Was that… I mean, was the, uh… Was the ‘intercourse’, like, acceptable?” You raised your fingers as you air-quoted yourself. Intercourse?? What am I, a robot?? Something that would happen during your little awkward episode would be that you’d always try to make it better by cracking a joke. Key word: try.
“The… you mean the sex?” Harry giggled, tilting his head when he noticed your cheeks flush red. You had always been a shy person, but he discovered you were even shyer even during an only slightly scandalous situation. It was funny, really. He had discovered, literally moments ago, that you weren’t the same person in real life compared to who you were in the middle of very steamy sex. He wasn’t going to think about that right now, though.
“Like, if you were to grade me, or something, or look at the whole situation based on certain criteria, then how do you think it was?” You joked, already scolding yourself inwardly at how lame you must’ve sounded.
“Define what you mean by ‘it’.”
“You know… the… sexxxx…” You trailed off, feeling your cheeks burning brighter when Harry broke out into laughter. “…Ooh, whatever!” You huffed, pulling the sheets up over your head to hide your tomato-coloured face. Harry’s laughter slowly died down before gentle giggles were slipping past his mouth. He made his way over to you and sat down, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight.
“The sex, Y/N,” He muttered softly, tugging the sheets down gently to see your pouty face. “Was good. It felt really good.” He beamed, leaning in to give you a sweet kiss. You were quiet for a moment before you spoke up.