my favorite trope ever I love this so much
NUMBER ONE
A/N: i've been dying to post this fic for so long! i wrote this first so it's been sitting in my drafts for over a month, if not two haha! it's a good old fake dating trope with personal assistant reader, one of my fav things! happy holidays to you all, hope you are having a loving time!đ
PAIRING: Harry Styles X PA!Reader
WORD COUNT: 10.3k
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âWhat do you mean you canât come?! You promised me a month ago, Jonathan!â
Holding the phone to your ear you have a finger in your other to hear whatever he is saying on the other end of the line. The concert is still on and itâs almost impossible to find a spot backstage where you can actually hear something, not when Harry is blowing the place up, just as usual.
âI know! Iâm sorry, but you know my brother is the only one in the family with a driverâs license other than me and he broke his fucking ankle, now I have to be the chauffeur for all my aunts during the holidays!â he growls in frustration.
âThen get a real chauffeur! Or canât you drive them around after youâve spent the night at mine?â
âJust tell your mom something came up for me, okay? And that Iâm really sorry, I wish I could be there blah blah blah. Iâm sorry, Y/N, okay? I really wanted to help you, but I canât.â
Closing your eyes you take a deep breath, trying your best to hold your tears back.
You should have known this whole plan was the worst idea youâve ever had, but when youâre desperate thereâs nothing that sounds too ridiculous. The plan was to bring Jonathan home for Christmas so he can pretend to be your boyfriend and your family would stop bugging you about being single now that your sister is engaged. When Leila called you with the news a month ago you were extremely happy but you also knew you would never hear the end of it that your sister, who is three years younger than you is engaged and you donât even have a boyfriend.
âI have a busy schedule and Iâm focusing on my career,âyou tell them every time, but they think itâs just a lame excuse. Well, it is an excuse, but you wouldnât say itâs lame. Itâs the truth, you donât have much time left next to the tasks you carry with being a superstarâs personal assistant and tour manager at the same time. Itâs a killer combo, but you love the challenges and you love the job. Your mother however thinks youâll never find a husband if you keep working in this pace and she is already praying for your soul even though youâre only twenty-seven, you have plenty of time.
And besides⊠youâre not quite interested in dating. Not when the man of your dreams is right in front of you and he also happens to be your boss.
âItâs fine,â you mumble into the phone.
âIâll make it up to you, okay?â
âSure. I gotta go,â you sigh when you hear the last song starting.
You end the call with a bitter goodbye and take a moment to yourself to think about the trouble you brought on yourself. When your mom kept bringing up your nonexistent dating life over the phone you couldnât take it anymore and opened your big mouth, telling her that youâd be bringing someone home for Christmas. Not anyone, your boyfriend. Which you obviously donât have. Jonathan is your only straight male friend who youâd trust with the situation and it took some time to convince him to do it, but at last he agreed to be your fake boyfriend, however his brotherâs accident screwed it all up and youâre supposed to fly home in a few days with him but⊠itâs gone to shit and youâre gonna have to explain to your family why youâre alone again.
It seems like a frown is etched onto your face, because as Harry runs off the stage, sweaty and high on adrenaline he freezes as he sees you, a quizzed look in his eyes.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing,â you grumble. âGo and get ready to leave,â you tell him, sending out a few texts, avoiding to look at him. When he doesnât move for several moments your eyes snap up at him. âWould you not be a pain in the ass and do what I asked?â
âWoah, whatâs gotten your panties twisted?â he asks with a frown, but heads to his dressing room finally and you walk along him, busying yourself with your phone.
âI said nothing. Iâm gonna go and talk to head of security. Meet me at the car in thirty.â
Harry wants to question your sudden change of act, but he has no chance as you run off to do your work.
Running your usual rounds in the venue you make sure everything is going smooth, the arena is slowly emptying out and the stage crew starts to take the stage apart and load everything into the trucks. For a little bit you forget about having to face your family, but as soon as you head out to the car to meet Harry it comes back clashing down on you.
âYouâre starting to worry me, Y/N. You look like the world is about to end,â Harry comments on your act once again as the two of you climb into the car and head back to the hotel.
âIf the world ended today I would be the happiest,â you mumble barely audible, but he still catches your words.
âYou sound like an emo teen, would you just tell me what got you so upset?â
âIâm upset because Iâm stupid!â you groan, folding your arms on your chest. The driver starts the car and you roll out of the parking lot, passing by hoards of fans, but neither of you care about them now. Harry is watching you intently as you load your problems out on him. âJonathan was supposed to come home with me for Christmas, but his brother broke his fucking ankle so he canât come and I have to go home alone!â
âOkay, I feel like Iâm missing something,â Harry comments, eyes narrowed at you. âWhy was he supposed to go home with you?â
Pursing your lips you think about telling him a lie. You donât necessarily want him to know that youâre so desperate you told your mother you have a boyfriend when youâre as single as you can get. This is something only crazy people do who think that their life is a movie.
âI, uhh⊠I might or might have not told my mother that I have a boyfriend who Iâm bringing home for Christmas. And that boyfriend was supposed to be Jonathan.â
âWait, what?â he grimaces. âYouâre dating Jonathan?â
âIâm not!â you growl rolling your eyes. âI just wanted him to pretend like weâre dating.â
âBut⊠why exactly?â
Sighing sadly, you turn to stare out the window, the flickering lights of the city passing by you in a blur. Youâve never told anyone in details about what it was like to grow up with your sister. She was just always better than you. Prettier, more popular, she nailed everything in life. She was a cheerleader in high school and of course, prom queen, sheâs been dating her boyfriend since the eleventh grade, she got into Columbia with scholarship and now she is working a perfect job, lives in a perfect house with the perfect man whoâll marry her soon.
You never blamed her. You couldnât hold it against her that she had everything she wanted. Itâs the way your family always treated the situation. You werenât popular, didnât get to be prom queen, hell you almost didnât even go to prom because no one asked you out. You dropped out of college and started as an assistant in a law firm before you ventured over to celebrities. Two years ago you landed this spot next to Harry and youâre proud of what you accomplished, however your parents donât feel quite the same. You never hear the end of it that you didnât finish school, but Leila did, that your job is not the type they generally consider serious, but Leilaâs is, or that you havenât had a serious relationship in five years, unlike Leila⊠Nothing you do is good enough or just simply⊠enough.
You just wanted one Christmas when youâre not the disgrace of the family. Apparently, you wished for way too much.
âDoesnât matter, Harry,â you mumble, shaking your head softly.
He remains silent and youâre convinced the topic is dropped, but when you reach the hotel and the two of you are heading up in the elevator, he breaks the silence and almost makes you faint.
âI could go home with you and pretend to be your boyfriend.â You turn to him with wide eyes, fully convinced that he is just pulling your leg, but he seems serious.
âExcuse me?â
âI could do it. Only if you havenât told your parents that itâs Jonathan, because then we would have some problems with the changeâŠâ he muses.
âI-I didnât tell them, but⊠Harry, you canât.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause you canât.â
The elevator arrives and youâre quick to storm out heading to your room, but Harry catches up with you in a heartbeat.
âI totally can and Iâm willing to do it, Y/N.â
âYou canât! They know youâre my boss!â you shush him, but he just rolls his eyes.
âSo what? That doesnât mean we canât be a couple.â You ignore the way your heart skips a beat as Harry talks about the two of you as a couple. This is not exactly the setting you imagined it come up.
âHarry,â you sigh stopping in the middle of the hallway. âThis is just⊠ridiculous, okay? The whole thing was a bad idea. I shouldnât have even come up with it. Iâll just tell them the truth.â
âWell⊠if you change your mind, you know where to find me,â he shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets.
âOf course I know, Iâm the one who puts your schedule together,â you scoff and he just grins at you before walking up to his room and disappearing inside.
Not even twenty-four hours later youâre sipping on your afternoon coffee in a different city, laptop in front of you on the small table of the hotel bar, going through loads of emails, making calls to all parts of the globe. Youâll head to the venue soon to check out how the stage building is going, itâs been your usual for months now, life on the road.
Your fingers are typing away fast on the keyboard when you spot the familiar figure approaching you from the corner of your eyes. You donât have to look up to know itâs Harry, wearing a black hoodie and grey sweatpants, a coffee in his hands as he lazily walks up to your table and takes a seat, inviting himself into your company.
âHave you thought about it?â he hums, stirring the black liquid as he stares out the window.
âI think about a million things a day, you have to be more specific,â you answer in a flat tone, eyes still glued to the screen.
Itâs been the dynamic you built up. You like to be sarcastic, a bit rude to him but he always knows itâs just a game. It helps you keep a very fragile wall between the two of you so you donât fall for him even more and at least you can do your job. Though Harry likes the bickering, even fuels it as much as he can, enjoying the little remarks and teasing.
âThe Christmas thing,â he adds, taking a sip from the coffee, sliding lower in his chair.
âI have not,â you mumble, but itâs a total lie. Itâs all youâve been thinking about since he offered to be your fake boyfriend. You havenât been able to wrap your mind around the absurdity of it: your boss, who youâre in love with, coming home with you for Christmas to pretend to be your fake boyfriend. This straight up sounds like the plot of a Netflix movie.
âOkay, then think now. Because Iâve thought and I came up with a few things that would convince you.â
âHarry, Iâm working. My job doesnât end when you run off the stage, alright?â you sigh, leaning back in your seat, pinching the bridge of your nose.
âYouâre just answering Jeffâs million emails, that can wait,â he says and simply shuts the laptop down, your eyes widening.
âAre you fucking crazy?!â
âI am, but whatâs new?â he smirks at you, crossing one leg over the other. âSo. Iâm the perfect candidate to be your fake boyfriend, because I know everything about you. Weâve been practically living together, I know the way a boyfriend would know you.â
âHarry, can you justââ
âSecond, Iâve met your mother and I totally charmed her, she would love me!â
âYouâre giving yourself way too much credit, H,â you roll your eyes.
âCome on, donât tell me I wouldnât make her swoon as your boyfriend!â
Itâs hard to admit, but he is right. Your parents might not like your career choice, but they love Harry. They think he is the greatest person in the celebrity world and your mother even said that you should quit your job and just date him. As if that was so easyâŠ
âAlright, third. I assume we would have to sleep in the same room so we would have to share a bed and weâve done that before. Wouldnât be a problem this time either.â
âHarry, how long did you spend thinking about these stuff?â you huff, your head rolling back as you let out a frustrated groan.
âEnough to make the perfect plan,â he smirks proudly. âCome on, itâs gonna be fun!â
âNo, itâs not,â you shake your head right away. âYou donât know the shitshow that goes down on Christmas in our family.â
âItâs a shitshow everywhere, I can manage,â he shrugs.
âAnd how do you plan to explain to your mother that you wonât be home for Christmas on time?â
âMumâs in quarantine, one of her girlfriends tested positive so now she is locked up as well. It ends after Christmas so weâre celebrating later.â
âI canât believe you have an answer to everything,â you scoff in disbelief. âWhy are you so desperate to do this?â
âBecause I wanna help you! I can tell itâs something important to you and you do so much for me, I could finally do something for you! Just let me help!â he begs, running a hand through his hair and god, he looks way too good for your league. No one will believe you scored Harry StylesâŠ
âI donâtâŠâ
âCome on!â he groans in frustration. âItâs gonna be fun, we can spend some time together without any work loading on us. When was the last time we did that?â
âYou took me out to dinner on my birthday,â you answer without a second thought, because youâre definitely keeping tabs on the times you spent alone with Harry.
âThatâs right, but thatâs been so long,â he whines. âIâll be your best fake boyfriend, your family will fall in love with me and they are gonna finally get out of your hair about being single.â
âI never told you this is why Iâm doing it,â you narrow your eyes at him.
âY/N, I know you,â he smiles at you softly. âYouâve complained to me several times how your parents just keep bugging you to get a boyfriend and your sister just got engaged. You donât want to go home alone and listen to them dragging you down because Leila is getting married and youâre not.â
You never thought he paid attention, not this much at least. But it seems like Harry remembered everything you told him and itâs making your chest ache. It would be easier to keep your emotions out of the equation if only he wasnât the greatest man alive, always so caring and thoughtful. Youâre afraid that if youâll pretend to be dating Harry your heart will get broken, even more than it already is. Thatâs why youâre so adamant about not accepting his offer.
âYouâll have someone to complain to all Christmas, I think thatâs a great deal, Y/N,â he smirks at you, slurping up the rest of his black coffee.
Just as youâre about to answer him, your phone starts to ring and the words die on your tongue as you reach for the device.
âI have to take this,â you mumble. Harry nods and standing up he grabs his empty cup.
âThink about it some more,â he softly tells you, giving your shoulder a squeeze before walking away. You pay one last glance after him before turning back towards your phone and answering the call.
Itâs the last show before everyone is heading home for the holidays. The tour dragged longer than it was planned at the beginning, more and more shows were added, because Harry just wants to give the people what they want. Thatâs how you ended up with the last show being so close to Christmas.
Harry is on stage now, talking to a fan whose sign just asked for dating advice, he is wearing a magenta suit, of course, no shirt underneath. His smile is beaming as he is talking about how they should never trust a man who forgets their birthday and youâve always found it funny how wise he can get when he is definitely no expert in dating. After all, he is just about to pretend to be your boyfriend for the holidays, what kind of sane man agrees to do that?
Fixing your mask you step out to the arena to the secluded area where crew members can get a glimpse of the show. You stay close to the wall, watching him parade on the stage, another rainbow flag glued to his hands, just like about every night. Thereâs no doubt this is his element, the place where he is himself the most and youâve always admired how open he can get with thousands of people around him.
Itâs not a surprise you fell for him, how could you not? You hit it off instantly when you started working for him at the beginning, an odd but deep friendship forming between the two of you quite fast. Being vulnerable with Harry feels like second nature, he is a great listener and has a magic power to get you to trust him right away. One month into knowing him it felt like youâve known him all your life.
And loved him all your life.
While you shared almost every detail of your life with him, he has seen you at your best and worst, bought you tampons in the middle of the night and held your hair as you threw up from food poisoning, there was one thing you could never tell him: how badly you fell in love with him.
You know youâll never get to have him the way you want. It just wasnât meant to be, no matter how painful it is to accept it. But as you watch him sing his heart out on stage, the ache to get closer to him just grows and youâre desperate to get just a tiny slice of him.
Thatâs when you make up your mind that youâll let him go home with you and pretend to be your boyfriend. Because if thatâs the only way you can have him⊠youâre gonna take it.
Itâs an emotional moment as Harry leaves the stage for the last time, he is throwing kisses everywhere, bowing and waving around before he runs behind the curtains where youâre already waiting for him.
âGreat job,â you pat him on the back, the two of you heading to his dressing room.
âThanks. Gonna miss this a lot,â he sighs, chest still heaving as he is trying to catch his breath. âWhen are you leaving tomorrow?â he asks, pushing the door to his dressing room open and you follow him inside, closing it behind so itâs just the two of you. He gets rid of the mask as he starts unbuttoning his shirt, his suspenders already hanging from his waist.
âYou mean⊠when are we leaving?â you ask, biting into your bottom lip. He freezes and then his head snaps around to look at you, a cheesy grin already growing on his lips. âI thought about what you said and⊠if youâre still up for it, I would appreciate it if you came home with me to⊠pretend to be my boyfriend. God, this sounds so stupid,â you groan shaking your head.
âOh, you wonât regret it, Y/N,â he chuckles and walking closer he yanks you into his arms, hugging you tight, almost knocking the air out of your lungs. âThis is gonna be so much fun!â
âYeah,â you mumble against his shoulder. âI really hope so.â
âWould you relax? You definitely donât look like youâre happy to bring your boyfriend home.â
Harry places a hand over your bouncing knee as he pulls up to your parentsâ house, your anxiety rising high when it comes into your vision. Itâs decorated exactly the same as every year, your mother never buys new decorations, not even when they start to look rusty and worn down.
You shoot Harry an awfully fake smile, but he just chuckles as he places his hand back at the wheel.
âI will not take the blame for any emotional or mental trauma you might suffer from while youâre here, alright?â you remind him again.
âYup, you want me to sign a contract?â he teases you smirking and you just smack his chest playfully.
He pulls up to the driveway and you see the curtains move in the window so itâs just a matter of seconds for your mother to burst out the front door and attack the two of you. You still havenât told them who your alleged boyfriend is and sheâll probably flip when she realizes that itâs Harry.
âGet ready, babe,â Harry smirks as the two of you get out of the car and the front door flies open just as you expected.
âFinally!â your mom runs out, hands in the air as she approaches the two of you. You walk around the car, joining Harry by the driverâs side, his arm coming to curl around your shoulders to pull you to his side and you swallow hard, plastering a smile on your face, watching your mother finally realize who youâve just brought home. She stops, mouth hangs open, covering it with her hands as she stares and you and Harry with wide eyes, while the man on your side is just smiling at her sweetly, always the charmer.
âOh my God! Y/N, why didnât you tell me?!â she screeches before taking the rest of the way to you, pulling you into a hug.
âDonât freak out, okay? I wanted it to be a surprise,â you grit through your teeth as you hug her back before she turns to Harry, arms wrapping around him as well.
âI surely am surprised! Oh my, I was not expecting you, son!â she cheers, patting Harryâs dimply cheeks.
âItâs so nice to see you again Mrs. Y/L/N.â
âDonât be ridiculous, just call me Martha!â
âAlright,â Harry chuckles, his hand coming to rest on your back. âHope you donât mind Y/N didnât tell you about me, but weâve been keeping it low.â
âOh, I understand, though Iâm a bit hurt you thought I wouldnât keep my mouth about it!â she jokes. âBut letâs forget about it, come on in! Donât freeze out here. Iâve just made hot chocolate. Leila and Stanley will be here in a bit too, they are on their way already.â
Unloading your stuff from the car you head inside, your dad coming from the kitchen with a steaming mug in his hand when he spots the two of you, his eyebrows shooting up upon seeing Harry with you.
âYouâre dating your boss?â he asks right away, no filter on him at all.
âDad!â you roll your eyes at him, Harry just grinning next to you.
âWhat? Is he not your boss?â
âHe is, but⊠itâs not like that, alright? We donât work in an office or something like that.â
âThat I know,â he mumbles and you bite your tongue not to comment on his words. âWell, welcome back, Harry.â
He extends his hands for your boyfriend and he takes it with a soft smile.
âNice to see you again. And I know this might be a bit weird, but I assure you that we do everything we can to keep our relationship separated from work. Itâs been going well.â
âIâm not one to judge,â your dad shrugs. âWorked with your mother when we got together,â he smirks, patting Harryâs shoulder and you let out a long breath. This could have gone better, but itâs not as disastrous as youâve imagined it. Nice start.
The two of you bring your bags up to your old room, having a few moments to yourself as you close the door saying youâll unpack.
âThis went well, right?â Harry hum, sitting down to the edge of your bed and you try to ignore how weird it is to see him in your old room, the one you grew up in.
âIt was fine. But I think Leila will be more skeptical than them, so we gotta convince her.â
âNo problem,â he smirks confidently.
Not too much later you hear the front door open and close downstairs, your sisterâs voice hitting your ear as she and her fiancĂ© are welcoming your parents. You take a deep breath, mentally bracing yourself for the meeting.
âOkay, come on. Letâs say hi to them,â you say Harry, whoâs been lying across the bed flipping through your high school yearbook until now. Shutting the book closed he jumps to his feet and follows you out of the room.
You spot Leila at the bottom of the stairs, Stanley right behind her and they look just the same as you remembered them.
âHey! There you are!â she greets you with a bright smile when she sees you walking down the stairs, Harry trailing behind you. âAnd Harry! Hi!â
She doesnât seem surprised to see Harry and the way they hug got you suspicious. Leila doesnât seem fazed at all that Harry is the one she is seeing by your side.
âSo, um⊠I know I didnât tell you about it, but Harry is⊠the one Iâm dating.â you explain, the words feel strange and unfamiliar on your tongue.
âThatâs great!â she beams, but no trace of surprise is seen on her face still. Something is off. âOh, let me put the tiramisu into the fridge,â she rushes off, Stanley following her behind with their bags as you turn to face Harry.
âWhat the fuck is going on?â
âWhat do you mean?â he asks with an innocent look.
âLeila doesnât seem surprised to see you, you know anything about that?â
âThatâs because I told her,â he answers as if it was the most usual thing ever, but you donât share his opinion.
âWhat do you mean you told her?â
âI talked to her and told her that Iâm the one youâre dating and youâre bringing me home for Christmas.â
âWhat the fuck?! When did that happen? And why are you talking to my sister?!â
It seems like youâre the only one who is shocked by the information, Harry doesnât seem too shaken up by any of it. If anything, he is looking at you like youâre crazy.
âTalked to her on the phone yesterday. Why is that so shocking to you?â
âBecause I didnât know you were just casually making calls to my sister!â
âYou talk to my sister all the time.â
âBut thatâs different! Iâm your assistant, I need to keep in touch with the people around you.â
âI donât think gossiping with my sister is your job,â Harry smirks at you. âIâve kept in touch with your sister since I met her last year. Thought I would let her know that youâre bringing me.â
âAnd do you think she believed that weâre dating?â you nervously ask, glancing towards the kitchen where you can see Leila already arguing about something with your mom. When you look back at Harry he seems a little hesitant, but it disappears from his eyes pretty quickly.
âDonât worry, she didnât even question it. Come on, letâs mingle a little.â He puts a hand to your back, guiding you after the rest of your family, though youâre not quite in the mood to put up an act for now. However you donât have much of a choice.
Somehow, you manage to survive the first day at home. Harry was right, he charmed the shit out of your mother and by the time dinner was over you were sure she was more in love with him than you. Your dad seemed a little skeptical at first, but it didnât take long for Harry to warm him up and they sat down for dinner like old pals. Everyone seems to love Harry and the fact that youâre dating him.
Itâs a shame itâs all just one big lie.
Wrapping yourself up in a thick blanket you grab your tea from the kitchen counter and head out to the sunroom to join Leila, Stanley and Harry for a late night chat. Your parents are already out, your mom is gonna be up by six probably in the morning to start everything for the big family gathering tomorrow, so itâs just the four of you.
Itâs too cold to sit on the porch, thatâs why you decided to take the evening to the sunroom where your mom keeps most of her precious plants. Arriving you see that youâre the only one drinking tea, an open bottle of wine sits on the table, Everyone nursing a glass of the red liquid as you hold your steaming mug in your hands, sitting down next to Harry. Heâs been drinking a bit throughout the evening, though he is not drunk, and you know how touchy he can get with some alcohol in his system, but you still get surprised when he curls an arm around your shoulders and tugs you to his side.
âApple and cinnamon?â he asks with a lazy smile, sniffing the air that smells from your tea.
âYeah. You want to try?â you ask, voice barely more than just a whisper. You havenât been able to get used to the little touches and looks youâve been getting from Harry. You keep telling yourself not to fall too comfortable into this role, because itâs all fake, but itâs hard to draw the lines.
âNo, Iâm good, but thank you,â he smiles at you, taking a sip from his own drink.
âOh my God, you two are the cutest,â Leila sighs and you look at her, meeting her dreamy eyes as she sits cuddled up to Stanâs side. âYou havenât told us how it happened, I wanna hear the story!â
You purse your lips, looking up at Harry you share a glance and he is the one speaking up first.
âIt just⊠kinda happened. I slowly grew some balls and asked her out one day.â
âSo you were always into her?â Stan asks.
âSince day one,â he answers, but his eyes are locked on yours and the damn butterflies in your stomach are going crazy. Itâs really hard to remind yourself that itâs all just an act, especially when his fingers are delicately dancing on your arm and shoulder.
âAnd how did you ask her out? Did you just blurt it out or did you plan it?â Leila asks in excitement.
Harryâs eyes shift to his drink as he runs his tongue across his lips, probably coming up with a story he can feed them and you wonder what heâll say.
âIt was at the beginning of tour, just a few shows into it, in Dallas to be precise. She was in my room before the night of the show, going over my schedule for the next few weeks and I was trying to decide if I wanted to shave or not. We had some wine, just chilling and taking it slow,â he starts and you realize that this evening actually happened, you still remember it.
âShe was lying on my bed on her stomach, typing so fast on her phone, I wondered how her thumbs havenât fallen off,â he chuckles and you canât push down a smile either. âMaybe it was the alcohol or I just finally came around and figured out what I want in life, but I sat down, took her phone and she whined, but I just stared at her smiling and⊠asked her to have dinner with me in the next city. Then she asked if I wanted her to reserve a table and if anyone else was coming, but I told her that it was just gonna be the two of us, because itâs gonna be our first date.â
Your lips part and your chest aches as your eyes are glued to his. He described that evening perfectly, everything happened like that except he never asked you out. When he grabbed your phone from you, he just stared at you as you whined and asked for it back and he cocked his head to the side before handing it back to you at last, walking back into the bathroom.
âThat sounds just like Y/N, thinking that itâs a group thing,â Leila chuckles, snapping you back from your thoughts, you definitely got lost in the memory and the way Harry is staring at you right now.
âUh, yeah,â you chuckle nervously, bringing your mug to your lips to busy yourself with something, but you were too fast with that and the hot drink burns your tongue.
âI kind of always knew you two would end up together,â Leila muses and you can feel your cheeks heating up.
âSure you did,â you mumble to yourself, religiously avoiding to look at Harry for the rest of the evening.
You head up to your rooms about an hour later when the wine has run out and youâve been yawning for a while. Leila and Stanley take her old room while you retreat into yours, Harry following behind and for a hot minute you forgot that you have to sleep in the same bed, but reality comes crashing down on you when he closes the door and itâs just the two of you after being surrounded by your family all day.
You use the bathroom first while Harry lies in bed, scrolling on his phone before itâs his turn. Youâve never been more anxious to sleep next to him, this whole day just turned your world upside down and now you have to share a bed with him, even though itâs not the first time. He has crashed in your hotel room several times not just on this tour but on several trips youâve taken around the globe since youâve started working for him.
Placing your rings to the nightstand you cocoon on your side of the bed, pulling the covers up to your ears as you lie on your side, facing the wall. The bathroom door opens and you listen to Harry fumbling around in the room until the mattress dips behind you and he makes himself comfortable on his side. Just when you think heâs gonna go to sleep without a word he speaks up.
âAre you mad at me?â
Turning around you give him a puzzled look.
âWhy would I be?â you ask, your heart beating like crazy.
âBecause youâve been so quiet since Leila asked how we got together. Did I say something wrong?â
The two of you are lying now facing each other, your hands tucked under your head as you take just a split second to adorn his handsome face squished into your pillow. You wonder why everyone believed so easily that youâre a couple when he is clearly way out of your league.
âIâve been just tired. My mother can be a bit too much all at once,â you say, forcing out a tiny smile.
âAre you sure thatâs all?â
âOf course.â
âOkay,â he hums nodding into the pillow. âTomorrow is the big day? Your whole family is coming over?â
âYeah. Grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins, the whole fam,â you chuckle softly, a smile tugging on his lips too.
âAlright, Iâll switch into full boyfriend mode.â
âWas it not that today?â you tease, making him chuckle.
âKinda, but I can put some extra into it.â
âNo need, you already charmed everyone.â
âEveryone? You included?â he asks teasingly, no clue how on spot that question was.
âDonât get too cocky,â you warn him, trying to mask your real emotions.
âOkay, Iâll take it as a yes,â he grins, clearly pleased with himself. âGood night, Y/N.â
âNight, Harry,â you sigh, turning back around, your heart pounding in your chest and you can only hope he canât hear it in the silence.
The house is packed and itâs not even nine am. You didnât joke when you told Harry that itâs gonna be a shitshow. Your mom has three sisters, each of them at least two kids, but Aunt Carol spent her twenties popping babies out one after the other, gifting you with five cousins alone, so your home would be full if only they came over, but thatâs not an option. Youâre trying to fetch yourself a coffee, but your cousin Annabelleâs twin daughters have been running in circles in the kitchen, making you trip over them almost three times in the past thirty seconds. Today is going to be way too long and tiring.
If it wasnât enough, the morning was kind of awkward.
Your bed is not the same size as the ones youâve shared in hotels before, so you and Harry ended up tangled in each other sometime in the night and when you opened your eyes you were met with his chest, his arms draped over your figure as you were hugging his waist under the covers. You were so shocked, for a minute you didnât even know what to do, then he woke up too, hugged you even tighter for a second before he realized the position you were in.
It was a bunch of sorry and no worries and awkward fumbling and mumbling before you jumped out of the bed and locked yourself up in the bathroom. You never plan to talk about it again, but itâll be stuck in your head probably forever.
âGood morning!â Harry greets everyone walking into the kitchen, dressed in a pair of light washed jeans and a simple red sweater. He looks so cozy, you almost want to bury your face in his chest, but you just stare back at him, stirring your coffee, not even realizing that you should introduce him to the people he hasnât met. Luckily, your mother takes the situation into her own hands.
âIsnât it great that Y/N finally has a boyfriend?â your mom enthuses to your aunts and you just roll your eyes, sipping on your coffee. âI was starting to get worried that sheâll be alone forever!â
âMom, Iâm only twenty-six. Itâs not like I was behind or something,â you scoff at her.
âYou havenât had a boyfriend in so long, we all thought youâd just given up to even look!â she laughs as if she just told the joke of the year, but youâre not laughing at all.
âIâve been busy, Iâve been working a lot to get here in my career. Iâm holding two positions on a sold out tour, that doesnât leave much time to look.â
âOne of those positions is an assistant, honey. Those are never too hard, I assume,â she smiles innocently and youâre quite close to throw the mug at the wall screaming. But before you could react, Harry steps over to you, pulling you in front of him, his arms snaking around your waist from behind as he keeps you tight to his chest.
âWell, itâs not,â he speaks up calmly. âI usually work on at least three projects at the same time and Y/N is the person who keeps it all together. If it wasnât for her, my career would be literally over. And beside all that, she is tour manager, she stays in contact with about a hundred people on the daily basis and she makes sure everything goes as smooth as possible. I can assure you that Y/N works harder than anyone and Iâm so grateful for her, every day.â
Everyone in the room is stunned from Harryâs little speech and you have to blink a few times before you can even move. Harry just smiles around before his eyes fall on you and he simply kisses your cheek before his arms fall from around your waist and he moves to pour himself some coffee.
Your mom just mumbles something that resembles a sorry before she is called away, your aunts leaving as well so itâs just you and Harry left in the kitchen for a few minutes.
âHey,â you softly say, standing next to him as he is sitting at the kitchen island. âThanks for⊠standing up for me.â
âJust told them the truth,â he smiles at you, his hand finding yours on the counter, squeezing it gently. âI hope you do know that youâre amazing at what you do, keeping everything together. Iâm sorry your mom doesnât see how huge it is.â
âNothing is serious to her other than being a lawyer or a doctor,â you scoff rolling your eyes.
âShe has pretty high standards,â he chuckles softly. âBut if that makes a change⊠Iâm really proud of you, Y/N.â
âThanks,â you breathe out. If only he knew how much that means to youâŠ
Somehow you survive the first part of the day without breaking down fully and it has a lot to do with Harry on your side. Every time one of your aunts or your mom or one of your nosy cousins comments on something about you, he swoops right in and not only stands up for you, but he always makes sure to keep you grounded and calm, touching you in any way he could. A hand on your arm or back, sweet and tiny glances and smiles, an arm curled around your shoulders or waist, heâs been really good at this pretending and if you didnât know better youâd think that he is doing all of this for real.
Sometime after lunch you get caught up in a raging game of Scrabble and you lose track of Harry. When Uncle Thomas wins the third round, using words you all think are made up but he proves over and over again that they arenât, you leave the table to look for Harry and make sure your family hasnât wrecked him.
Walking upstairs you hear his voice coming from your room and as you get closer you realize that he is not alone, Leila is in there with him. As you appear at the door their conversation comes to an abrupt stop and Harry jumps to his feet as if he was just caught doing something he shouldnât have been doing.
âHey, everything alright in here?â you ask, eyes switching between the two of them.
âOf course, we just had a little talk,â Leila smiles at you sweetly, standing up from the edge of the bed. You catch them share a look and your stomach drops, something is going on, but you have no idea what it is and it seems like they are keen to keep it away from you. In the matter of just a few seconds, your anxiety and darkest thoughts take over your mind and you come to the worst possible conclusion.
What if Harry is into your sister? He kept in touch with her all this time and now they are sneaking away from the rest of the family, this looks awfully upsetting, but you canât let your mask fall.
âHey, do you maybe want to take a walk?â Harry asks stepping closer to you, but this one time you want to keep some distance between the two of you.
âUm, Iâm not feeling too good.â
âOh, whatâs wrong?â
âJust⊠I think Iâm gonna take a quick nap, if thatâs alright,â you mumble.
âAre you sure youâre okay?â Leila asks, worry lacing through her voice and you just nod, forcing out a smile.
âYeah. Iâll be fine.â
She leaves so you can have some peace and you get to bed, pulling the covers over yourself, realizing that Harry is still in the room. He comes to sit on the edge of the bed next to you, brushing your hair out of your hair with a soft touch and it churns your stomach.
âDo you need anything?â
âNo, Iâll just rest a bit. I promise Iâll be fine,â you smile at him and he doesnât seem convinced, but nods anyway and leaves, closing the door behind him.
Youâve done this before, got yourself over the fact that youâll never have a chance at Harry. But this time it hurts even more, because you got a glimpse of what it would be like if he was yours and now your heart is breaking more than ever.
An hour later when you wake up you feel a tad bit better or at least good enough to get back to pretending. While you were out, Harry befriended the younger ones in the house and as you get downstairs you find him in the living room, focused on a coloring book, all the other kids doing the same thing around the coffee table. When he spots you, he abandons his work and he is quick to get to his feet and rush over to you.
âHey, how are you feeling? Any better?â His hand moves to check your forehead in case you have a fever, but physically youâre alright.
âYeah, Iâm better,â you smile at him and he pulls you into a hug, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.
For some reason, Harry doesnât leave your side from that moment. He is just always around you, watching you like a hawk.
Dinner finally comes and you all gather around the table, naturally, you sit next to Harry and he keeps putting an arm onto the back of your chair as you both try to keep up with the conversation at the table.
âSo when are you guys getting married?â You hear your cousin, Penelope ask and you donât even look up, assuming the question was addressed to your sister, but the silence grabs your attention and when you raise your gaze you realize that she asked you.
âIâm sorry, what?â you chuckle nervously. âWeâve been dating for just a few months, P. Donât be ridiculous.â
âCome on, Iâm sure you want to tie this dude down as fast as possible!â she jokes, more people joining in on the laughing while you just grit your teeth. Harryâs hand moves to your knee under the table and he gives it a gentle squeeze before handling the situation.
âWeâre not in a rush. Got all the time in the world, right, love?â
The way he called you love has turned you into jelly and you can barely manage to hum an answer as he smiles at you warmly. God, youâre so gone for the man, itâs ridiculous.
âY/N, would you please bring in the tiramisu from the fridge?â your mother asks and you nod, standing from the table, but Harry moves with you at the same time.
âLet me help.â
You donât protest, just let him follow you into the kitchen, grabbing the two massive boxes filled with the dessert before heading back, but right as you cross the archway of the kitchen your grandma speaks up.
âHold on! Stop right there!â
You freeze, Harry right beside you as you stare back at your grandma with a puzzled look, but she just smirks back at you and itâs giving you a sinister feeling.
âLook up, darling!â she tells you and you do just that, finding a mistletoe hanging right above you, your stomach dropping instantly.
âGrandma, come on!â you groan, anxiety rising in your gut.
âIâm not the one making the rules!â she chuckles sweetly and itâs infuriating that you still canât be mad at her, when she is forcing you into your most awkward situation ever. You dare to glance at Harry just for a second, seeing him with a blank expression, nothing can be read from his face.
âItâs just a silly thing, weâre not gonnaâŠâ
âIf itâs just a silly thing, then get over with it and you can come back to the table!â she pushes and you have to bite into your bottom lip to stop yourself from a remark.
This is it. This is the moment where youâll just die from embarrassment, because youâre sure Harry will not go through with it, that would be way over the lines and also, it would be stupid of you to think he would ever be okay with it. So you start thinking about a way to get out of this, but you donât get far.
Because the next second, Harryâs hand cups your face, he turns your head, angling your head for him before his lips press onto yours.
A round of gasps and exciting murmuring washes over the room, but you shut it all out, only focusing on how Harryâs lips are gently sucking on your bottom lip, kissing you for the first time ever. It doesnât end in just a few seconds, because when his lips let go of yours he goes right back again, kissing you a little more confidently and this time you return it as well, deepening it just a tiny bit. Your free hand moves up his chest to the base of his neck as you try to wrap your head around whatâs truly happening, though it surely feels like a dream. One youâve already had several times, but none of them were as good as this one.
âGet a room!â one of your cousins laughs, her voice bringing you back to reality, so you pull back, shock plastered all over your face and Harry seems to be mirroring the expression as he stares back at you. But a moment later you force a smile on your face, not wanting to draw any attention.
The two of you walk back to the table, place the tiramisu to the two ends and take your previous seats as the conversation carries on while you sit there in total disbelief that you just kissed Harry under a damn mistletoe.
Well, technically he kissed you and that just makes you even more anxious, not knowing what went down in his head before he made the decision. You have absolutely no idea how youâre gonna move on from this.
Later, when most of your family has left, only those are still around who are spending the night, some of you move to the sunroom again with some wine and leftover for the hungry men. Itâs Leila, Stan, Harry and you, two of your cousins, one of your uncles and his wife occupying the beat-up couches your mom has moved to the room a few years ago. This time youâre having some of that wine as well, the conversation is going well and since thereâs not that much space, youâre pushed up against Harryâs side while he has an arm curled around your shoulders. Ever since that kiss under the mistletoe something has changed, you can feel it in not just him but yourself too, but you donât know yet what it really is and youâre a bit scared to face him alone in bed tonight. But for now, youâre just enjoying having him close to you.
Excusing yourself you take a quick trip to the bathroom, fixing your smudged mascara in the mirror before heading back. Just as you near the room you stop, seeing Harry and Leila in a seemingly confidential conversation in there, they are leant closer, pulling themselves a bit away from the rest of the group and your throat closes up at the sight of them. After the kiss you were way too busy to think about what you suspected before about Harry and Leila, but now it hits you like a train.
You should have expected it, Leila was always better than you in every possible way, you were always just a shadow of what she was. When you were a senior and she was a freshman in high school, you remember some of the boys in your class coming up to you, asking if you could introduce them to her. She was always the first one men noticed, the stunning and the pretty sister out of the two of you, why would it have been different with Harry?
With trembling lips you turn around and decide to take a few more minutes alone before returning. Making your way into the empty living room you sit down in the dark to the couch, the only light source is the Christmas tree in the corner, painting the room in a red and yellow hue. You pull your knees up to your chest and try your best not to let the tears spill out of your eyes, but itâs hard to control your emotions after everything that happened in the past two days.
You get sucked into your own dark thoughts and doubts so much that you donât even hear someone else coming in.
âY/N?â Your head snaps up at the sound of Harryâs voice and you spot him slowly approaching you on the couch with a worried look on his face. âWhat are you doing here alone?â he softly asks, sitting down next to you.
âYeah, I just⊠I needed a minute. Why did you come inside?â
âBecause youâve been gone for like fifteen minutes, I was worried about you. Is everything alright?â Reaching out his hand falls on your knee and he gives it a gentle squeeze, as if he is saying that he is here and listening.
âSure. Iâll be out in a second. You just⊠go back and enjoy the evening, donât worry about me.â
âY/N, I always worry about you and you seemed a little shaken up all day.â
âNothing is wrong, Harry. Just go back, Leila must be looking for you.â
You couldnât help the petty, bitter comment and you can tell that it took him by surprise as well. But itâs been bottling up inside you all day and it slipped your mouth.
âWhy would she?â
âHarry, Iâm not blind,â you chuckle bitterly. âItâs not a surprise you like her, but I hope you know she is a risky business since she is engaged.â
âExcuse me?â he huffs in disbelief. âAre you implying that Iâm into your sister?â
âItâs pretty obvious,â you mumble under your breath. âYou kept in touch with her, talked to her on the phone even before we came here⊠And when I found the two of you in my room earlier? That seemed pretty intimate.â Your cheeks are burning, but hopefully the dim lighting is hiding your embarrassment that you even have to talk about it.
âThatâs⊠You got the whole thing wrong, Y/N, let me explain.â
âYou donât need to explain your feelings for her, I get it, Iâm used to it, itâs totally fine.â
âWould you shut up for a minute and let me talk?â he laughs amused and you finally close your mouth, giving him the chance to talk. âI did keep in touch with Leila but not to the extent you think and most of the time she was just asking if you were doing alright because you havenât answered her texts. I called her before coming here because it felt odd to come here without telling here, thatâs all. Sure, I like her, she is a nice girl but⊠I assure you that I have no feelings for her or whatsoever. When you caught us in your roomâŠâ
He takes a deep breath, like he is getting ready for some kind of announcement and youâre holding your breath, staring back at him intently.
âShe figured out that we are not dating.â
âWhat?â you ask, all blood rushing out of your face.
âYeah, she saw right through us. But she also saw through me,â he admits clearing his throat. âShe wanted to talk to me because⊠okay, Iâll just say it. She asked if Iâm into you, because it seems like that and I told her that I am.â
Your stomach drops, eyes widen and your lips part at his words and it feels like youâve just entered a parallel universe, because thereâs no way Harry just admitted that he is into you.
âI told her that Iâve been in love with you for probably as long as Iâve known you and she urged me to tell you, because she thinks you feel the same way. Then you came up and I suggested to go on a walk because I wanted to tell you, but you didnât feel good, so I just⊠dropped it.â
He rubs his face in his hands, letting out a long sigh as he leans back and stares in front of him for a moment before he continues.
âThen that kiss happened at dinnerâŠâ A tiny smile tugs on his lips and your heart is fluttering in your chest. âThat wasnât how I imagined our first kiss happening, forced by your grandma in front of your whole family, but⊠It didnât matter, I was seeing stars, Y/N. Fucking stars and it was just a kiss!â He lets out an amused chuckle and you canât help but smile as you listen to him intently, a feeling in the back of your mind still bugging you that itâs just a fever dream. âLeila has been bugging me to tell you all day, but I just couldnât find the right moment and this is not that either Iâm pretty sure about that, butâŠâ He turns to you and reaching out he tugs a loose strand of hair behind your ear. âI donât care anymore.â
Thereâs a few seconds of silence of the two of you just staring at each other, letting everything sink in and you have no idea what to do or say next.
âI literally just admitted to you that Iâm in love with you and you havenât said a word, Y/N. Iâm starting to worry,â Harry speaks up chuckling and you canât help the grin plastering across your face.
âI think that my jealousy scene was pretty obvious,â you mumble back and Harry reaches out, cupping your face in his palm, making you melt into his touch.
âI canât believe you thought I was into your sister who is engaged!â he chuckles and you shoot him a narrow-eyed look.
âHey! You acted suspicious! And you canât blame me, my sister always came before me in everything.â
âNot for me,â he hums and you could cry from his words as he scoots closer, his hands grabbing a hold of your legs as he pulls them across his lap, his palms resting on your thighs. âYouâve always been my number one.â
âAlways?â you ask in a whisper, your faces getting closer with each passing second and your hands find their way to the base of his neck, your noses bumping against each other.
âFrom day one, I told you,â he smirks at you cheekily. âAre you gonna say something to my confession or youâll leave me hanging?â
âYour ego could use some humbling,â you tease him, though your heart is about to jump out of your ribcage.
âNot the time for that, baby,â he warns you playfully before he finally leans in, closing the distance between your lips, kissing you for the second time today.
Itâs similar to the one you shared during dinner, but somehow different. Thereâs no anxiety and guessing about what it means or how the other is perceiving it, because itâs clearer than daylight.
Your hands cup his cheeks and he grasps your waist, pulling and positioning you until youâre straddling his lap and you canât help the moan that slips through your lips, right into his mouth when your chest presses up against his. His kisses are slow but demanding and deep, he is taking his time savoring the moment, doing everything he couldnât when your family was watching you with curious eyes earlier.
His lips move softly against yours, sucking and tugging on yours, tongues and teeth clashing, itâs a bit messy, but you donât mind it. Itâs perfect.
âWhere did theyâOh!â Leilaâs voice breaks the moment as she walks in, quickly stopping when she sees the two of you tangled up on the couch. You pull back, trying to pretend like you werenât just making out on the couch like teenagers.
âHi Leila,â Harry smirks as you hide your face in the crook of his neck, still sitting on his lap.
âDidnât mean to disturb the lovebirds,â she grins widely, knowing exactly what she just walked into. âI wasnât even here!â she calls out, going back to the sunroom.
âI think we got busted,â Harry murmurs, his fingers carding through your hair.
âWe did. And sheâll tease me about it forever!â you groan, lifting your head. âWeâll never live this down, getting together after pretending to be dating.â
âDonât care, would do it all over again,â he smirks pleased, eyes wandering down to your lips over and over again.
âThis feels like a shitty Netflix Christmas movie,â you chuckle and leaning closer you wrap your arms around his neck, pecking his lips shortly.
âShitty?â he gasps dramatically. âYouâre talking about our relationship!â
âWe have one?â you tease him.
âOf course,â he grins back. âYour last one.â
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