Picture is not mine. Though I wish I would have ever gotten close enough to him to take it.
The prevailing silence of the lightless room was interrupted only by the soft sound of our breathing and the gentle tab from thousands of tiny raindrops quietly pattering against the window. My body had been covered with two thick blankets to protect myself against the cold, yet the main warmth was provided from the strong, male body laying behind me. Harry’s tattooed arms were both slung around my waist and he held me close while he pressed himself against my back. I couldn’t help but smile out of pure joy and relief as my eyes focused on our interlocked hands, resting just above my chest. It brought me more joy now than it had a few hours ago, when my hand had been clasped tightly in Harry’s and I had struggled to follow him as he’d led me down the stairs.
His fingers had still felt slightly sticky from wiping the last remaining tears off my cheeks, but he didn’t seem to have noticed. My heart had beat in a hammering rhythm and my knees had felt awfully weak. Yet Harry had walked straight to the living room with more confidence than I could ever have mustered, a living room that was packed with celebrities. He hadn’t let go of my hand.
“Harry,” I had urged and pulled at his arm. He’d stopped to turn to me and frowned when I attempted to free my hand again. "You should let go now.“
At first, my words didn’t seem to have made much sense to him, but eventually the coin dropped and the cocky smile I secretly loved so much appeared on his lovely face.
"You’re staying right here by my side,” he’d decided. “And if anyone asks, you’re my girlfriend.”
“Harry,” I’d warned but all he’d done was wink and turn to pull me into the crowd. I had found it difficult to wrap my head around this new attitude of his. Months of us sneaking around and going to ridiculous lengths to keep our relationship a secret had forced me to almost become invisible next to him. A quiet and inconspicuous shadow.
Tonight however, Harry was having none of it. We had previously decided that a few quick goodbyes were appropriate before we’d leave and as always, the moment Harry had entered the room, all the attention seemed to shift onto him. It had felt as if everyone wanted a piece of him. I had decided stick to standing at his side and to keep my focus on our connected hands.
At first no one else had noticed, but after a few minutes of him talking to fellow musicians my eyes had caught a few glances drifting down to mine and Harry’s interlocked fingers. Mostly female glances. One woman in particular stared at us and when her eyes found mine she, to my great surprise, smiled. The amount of confidence that simple gesture had given me almost seemed ridiculous. But my joy was short lived, because the next female I’d noticed practically staring at us was no one other than a tall, thin and dark haired woman, who’d had her mouth against Harry’s earlier that same night. Kendall Jenner. I’d instantly tensed and tried to avoid any eye contact with her. The pit of my stomach had oddly decided on a mixture of guilt and insecurity at the same time. The thought of Harry wanting me instead of her seemed even more ridiculous when she was present. What if she was now angry at me because she had believed that they would become a thing again? Harry had stayed clueless, while my heart had dropped when Kendall pushed herself forward and closer to us until she’d stood directly in front of me.
“You must be Y/N, am I right?” she asked in her melodic voice that somehow didn’t drown in the loud pop music playing from about five speakers at once. Unable to form a proper sentence I’d just nodded.
“Oh dear, I am so sorry!” she had exclaimed and placed one of her hands on my arm. “Jeff told me about the deal being off literally just now!” She shook her head in exasperation.
“I would never want to interfere in your relationship to Harry. He’s really just a friend to me and I never meant to hurt you by making you think otherwise.”
She’d quickly continued before I could say something. “I know it doesn’t look like I did it for the cameras, but I was under the impression that we were meant to make out while dancing. So that it’d look realistic, you know. Guess I got that wrong too, I’m sorry.”
She’d sighed in relief of having gotten it all out and she stared at me with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Knowing that she’d expected me to say something, all I could sincerely say once I’d found my voice again, was, “It’s okay, Kendall.”
Finally Harry had realized who I was talking to and he quickly apologized to Kendall for whatever it was he’d thought he had to apologize for. My heart had squeezed happily when he’d finished their short chat by saying: “I’m gonna head home with my girlfriend now.”
Even escaping the paparazzi was different now. He hadn’t forced me to quickly walk ahead of him before anyone could snap a proper picture like he normally had. Now he had held my hand tightly and led the way to his car in a comfortable speed. It was as if he’d wanted them to take pictures of us. Once he’d told his driver where to go, Harry had wrapped one arm around my shoulder and pulled me into his side. Though I’d enjoyed it, this new behavior did freak me out a little. Once we’d reached the apartment building I was currently staying in I’d thought I’d try and asked Harry to stay the night what he’d accepted to my surprise. He normally never did. He’d gone from wanting to hide me to being comfortable with the whole world knowing about us in three days. How genuinely could that be?
“Babe, would you mind stop moving around all the time?” Harry murmured behind me. I jerked in surprise at his raspy voice and he gave me a reassuring squeeze.
“I thought you were asleep,” I whispered back.
“I was,” Harry chuckled softly, “but you nestling around woke me up, darling. Are you having trouble falling asleep?”
I shook my head and turned in his arms to look at him. He closed his eyes and sighed happily when I carefully moved my knuckles across his cheek. A smile graced his lips when my eyes locked with his sparkling green ones again.
“What’s on your mind,” he asked, his voice hoarse.
I shrugged, unsure of how to explain my confused emotions. I didn’t want to hurt him by voicing my doubt in him, but I knew I couldn’t lie either. He patiently waited and playfully squeezed my hips to get me to answer his question.
“I love you,” I whispered and watched with delight yet another big smile spread on his lips.
“Love you, too, darling,” he answered and turned his head to press a kiss on my hand that still rested against his cheek. “But that’s not what you were thinking about.”
“It was,” I murmured, “among with other things.”
He frowned and pulled my body closer against his as he turned to lay on his back. I sighed contently and wished he’d let it go so we could simply enjoy this moment together. I knew that he wouldn’t be too happy about my thoughts. If we’d both just close our eyes, maybe the fear would disappear.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
“I just worry a bit,” I admitted, “To the public, you’ve gone from kissing Kendall Jenner to introducing your non-famous friend as your girlfriend in mere minutes. Everyone is going to start asking questions and make a mess, Harry. I’m scared that you’ll change back to wanting to hide me away again. It’d certainly be easier. ”
I watched his forehead frown and his eyes sadden slightly. I knew that Harry wanted to make everyone around him feel save and loved, that other people’s happiness was all he cared about. That it was me out of all people who didn’t believe in his sincerity, pained him. I continued in a more hushed voice.
“You never used to stay for the night because you worried someone would snap a picture of you leaving in the same cloths as you came in. We had an argument about that remember? I was sick of always having to come to yours. But now all of a sudden you’re in my bed and staying. Which makes me very happy, don’t get me wrong, but what about tomorrow when the media have pictures and everyone is asking questions about me? About who I am? And you’ll have to explain yourself? What if you decide that a public relationship isn’t what you want after all?”
Harry’s eyes focused on mine and again silence stretched throughout the room. The rain had gotten heavier and goosebumps crawled up my skin when I heard the faint noise of thunder in the distance.
“I want you,” Harry chose to say. He reached forward and gently took my face in his hands. “I was a fool to ever believe I could go a day without you and it being a good day. As long as you’ll allow me, I’d like to be able to openly cherish and love you.”
My heart warmed and I smiled. I leaned up a bit to press a kiss to his soft lips. My hands traveled up to wound in his hair and he groaned when I scratched the back of his neck. Harry’s arms wrapped tighter around me and he pulled me up so I was now completely lying on top of him. I rested my chin on my folded hands and he smirked up at me.
“I understand your fear, Y/N. Because you’re right, you are my first honest and public girlfriend, who’s not famous and who’s house I leave in the same cloths I entered with,” he winked cheekily and laughed in relief that he wasn’t angry at me. I sighed when I felt his hands push under the shirt I was wearing to gently hold my hips in his and I fisted my hands against his naked skin.
Harry cleared his throat and continued more seriously. “That’s exactly what I want you to be. And because you’re my first in that sense, I can’t promise that I’m the perfect boyfriend. But you could teach me to be and I promise that I could make you insanely happy. Happier than you even knew was possible.”
“I’m sure you could,” I smirked and pressed a kiss to his chin and than added, “you did make me very happy in the last few months. I just want to go back to that.”
“I don’t,” he surprised me by saying. “Back then I didn’t appreciate you enough. The days I spent without you were the worst but they thought me. I will never do anything that could make you leave me again. And before you say it, I’m not forcing myself into anything. I want our relationship to be exactly this way. Public enough that everyone knows that I’m yours and that you’re mine.”
He squeezed me again and I moved to nip on his neck. He half moaned and I giggled breathlessly.
“But,” he tried to continue but had to pull me back down and against him before I let go of him, “with you not being a public figure, I can keep what matters private between us. And I like that very much.”
“You’ve done your fair amount of thinking,” I murmured.
“That I have.”
He smiled and raised his head slightly. I leaned down and pressed a heavy kiss to his mouth, one that he was eager to return. My arms wrapped tighter around his neck and he moved to settle me back down on the mattress, pressed against his side. We continued to kiss for what felt like hours, until neither of us had any air left in our lungs and until our lips were red and swollen. My heart beat rapidly but the aching feeling had finally gone and was replaced by warmth and joy. When Harry pulled away he reached up and caressed my cheek gently with the back of his hand.
“All will be good, Y/N. I promise you.”
“I believe you,” I whispered before my lips found his in another kiss.
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