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perfidy;tom holland|19

chapter 19: the script II

enemies to lovers au/enemies with benefits

chapter summary: Valerie and Robbie. Tom and y/n.

pairing: tom holland x y/n

warnings: angst, a lot of swearing, the script, tom gets drunk again, poorly written script :) IF FOR SOME REASON THE PICTURES DON’T WORK PLEASE TELL ME!)

word count: 8.2k

playlist(1: with song names) (there are many songs from here featured on this playlist, btw the 70′s songs I meant is ‘Yes, Sir, I can Boogie’.

playlist 2 (Spotify link)

Playlist: perf1Dy (one direction+solo songs)

social media before you read :

tweets, texts and instagram: with harry and y/n hanging out.

previous chapter next chapter series masterlist wanna be tagged?

So, this chapter is super different! You’ll be able to read part of the script! So I added some pictures to give in with the aesthetic (that’s the script) you know? So, tell me what you think! Reblogs are more than welcome!

She’d choose him. She would choose him. Even if right now Tom was the love of her life, or whatever she meant by that. She would choose Robbie—Harry. Harry. Because even if she believed that Tom—or Timmy? Was the one. She’d rather it be Harry.

Tom guessed that what had bothered him the most was what he had most feared for, what he had been sure for his entire life. Harry and y/n were supposed to be together. And y/n believed that, too.

And she had once been in love with him. Because the script was a love story, indeed, about Valerie, an aspiring dancer, imagine Flashdance, Dirty Dancing, Footloose, and Fame combined, somehow. 80’s classics, y/n’s favorites. Valerie, still listening to 60’s music, paired up with her childhood enemy, William, already a dancer, and along the way, she met Teddy, the poet. And Robbie, her whole life best friend and number one fan, a guitarist, playing in his local band. Of course, Valerie, tired of Will giving her obstacles, in life, in her dancing career, decides she’ll break his heart. After one steamy night, everything is changed. So yes, of course it was a love story. But not between Will and Valerie.

It was the story of her love for dancing, and how she’d do everything to get her, even taking Will down, and a story of a love that should’ve been, and how it kept pulling them backwards. Either their friends, the situation, misunderstandings, their feelings or lack of. But timing. Usually timing.

That scene wasn’t even the worst thing he’d read. Problem was, he knew he was probably not the only one who knew it. Tim knew it, and maybe that’s why Tim had been smart enough to set Harry up with Emma. But Timmy wasn’t that wicked right—?

But y/n had once loved Harry, before Rome. And it made sense, Tom remembered it. He perfectly remembered it. How y/n and Harry had been hanging out more because she’d be leaving. How even Sam had told Tom.

“Think they might finally date?” Sam had asked Tom.

Tom had felt just a little heartbroken, but he had to admit they had been even—closer, and not closer as they were before. Sure, they’d always be together and they’d hug and even cuddle, but they’d seen it. They’d changed, a bit. How they’d go out alone, and they’d be giggling more. How y/n would look at Harry and smile, Sam had sworn he’d even seen her blush once.

She’d written about it, how they’d almost kissed. And how Valerie had told nobody. Neither had Robbie.

And somehow that made Tom feel broken-hearted and guilty and stupid and then—because it all made sense. He’d taken that from his brother. How did he not know?

Because it made sense. Y/N had had feelings for someone who treated her like she was the only girl in the world. It made sense.

But of course, then came Rome. Or… London, yes. That’s what she changed it for. As if London alone didn’t have any part of their story. But before London, and after London. How y/n had completely shut out her feelings for Harry. She only mentioned it. How Valerie and William had once found each other again, in London. And how she’d forgotten every feeling towards Robbie, the instant she’d seen William.

But even after everything, Y/N believed Harry was crafted for her. Or not crafted… but, she did say it, how she didn’t understand why she couldn’t love the one. And Harry was it. Not even Timmy, or not even Tom. How y/n had caged up and boxed her feelings for Harry because she’d hate to ruin a perfect friendship, but did she even love him back? Had she hidden her feelings all this time?

If he thought about it, it made sense. But it didn’t. But it was a script, right?

And Tom wouldn’t have believed it, everyone based their own works on their own life, or outs a little bit of them. But, this was y/n’s story. And this was a story of how, tired of not being loved back or tired of not loving the right person, she breaks someone’s heart.

But maybe it was fiction..

But then he had looked around her room, and he’d seen two boxes, Tim and Tom. Tom was biggers and older, and after being hit with that bomb he might have wanted to open his box, search for more answers, but he had already sneaked in and found something he didn’t want to know, he had decided not to open the box. But then he searched for a third box, Harry’s. He knew that if there was a box it had to mean something. And there wasn’t a box. But there was—her whole room. Things which she didn’t have to hide.

Polaroids, movie tickets, concert tickets, everything that screamed Harry. Their projects, their memories. Presents, parties. Her entire room was her and Harry, and she didn’t have to box it. She didn’t have to—hide it, because she didn’t look at Harry and was sad or pissed. Harry was her happy place.

And then Tom’s box was ripped and old, and even dusty. Tim’s seemed recent. Which only confirmed it, she had to box it because she didn’t want to see it. And she didn’t have to box Harry. Harry didn’t hurt.

And Tom couldn’t stop thinking about that. And it felt weird. Had it always been Harry? And did he have to tell him?

Because maybe y/n always thought about it, and she kept hanging out with him. But did it hurt her? That she never had the chance? That’s when it all started, didn’t it? Because it started with that, with Robbie being in love with someone else for the first time. Her, feeling like she’d lost her chance.

Right after she’d broken up with Tim, first she was heartbroken, sure she’d seen her. But Tom had… seen her with Harry, more and more. Which was different when Rome happened, when she shut everyone out.

But then Harry was serious with Emma. And y/n had said it: They shouldn’t get married.

Maybe that’s when she finally let him go, and that’s when Tom had stepped in. When Harry had declared he would get down on one knee. It made sense, y/n knowing she’d lost her chance for chasing someone who wasn’t meant to be, because she was too scared. Tom couldn’t get it.

But she didn’t have a box. And she’d run out of time, because she’d shut him out. These two months, she’d ignored Harry. Was she getting over him? And Tom maybe understood why she had said no to Timmy, not because of Tom, it was because of Harry. Because she didn’t look for Tom when she broke up with Timmy, no she looked for Harry, and she had avoided Tom, until that bet came. Until she said she’d make Tom fall in love with her, and she didn’t love him anymore.

But she… had said it? That she was in love with him. But was she? Tom had broken her so many times that he didn’t blame her, he didn’t blame her if she wasn’t in love with him.

Tom’s thoughts made no sense. And it had been rough. But he missed her, he really missed her. And he really wanted to get over this. He wished he hadn’t read it.

And he could believe it now, that she probably wasn’t going to hurt him, not in the way he’d expected. But in the worst way, the perfect perfidy. A perfect perfidy.

Make him and herself believe that it was Tom. Not Harry.

Because it probably had never been Tom.

Tom hadn’t slept, he hadn’t eaten and he hadn’t talked to his brother. He had seen her hanging out with Harry. And the smile she gave to Harry’s camera could only confirm it to Tom.

He’d even seen Emma’s stories, y/n had been with her once. ‘Maid of honor and bridesmaids and Timmy’. But she didn’t look happy. Only with Harry. But Timmy knew.

Timmy knew.

What if. Maybe that’s all Harry was. Her thoughts wondering what would’ve happened if she’d fallen in love with Harry instead, not Tom. But it was Harry.

It had always been Harry. Or she had wanted it to be Harry.

Tom didn’t get it. Tom didn’t get his own thoughts and maybe he hadn’t read what he was supposed to read. Although he had. He tried to convince himself that she loved him. Especially with what she’d said. “I always end up choosing you.” Because she did, she hated herself as much as Tom had hated her because she chose him, not Harry.

But that didn’t mean that she chose him because she wanted to. It was… complicated. But he wanted her to lie to him, somehow Tom wanted to keep believing her, that she’d always loved him.

And maybe that’s why he had somehow cheered up when she’d showed up again. She looked tired, dark circles around her eyes, and she looked weak. Tom was doing what he’d done the past few days, play video games.

She had stayed at the door frame, quietly. Tom glanced at her once and then continued playing. Sure, he’d missed her but he was still hurt.

Y/N quietly walked in and sat on the other side of the big couch as Tom kept his glanze glued to the TV.

He felt her staring and paused the game. “May I help you?” He asked harshly.

“Can we talk?” She asked.

“No, I’m playing,” he said and resumed his game.

Y/N crossed her arms, and rested her head on the couch. “Okay, I’ll wait.”

Tom frowned. “Prepare to be there all day, then.”

She shrugged. “I’ve got years of training, I’ll annoy you until you stop playing.”

He blinked and glanced at her. “What?”

“We were enemies first, remember? I know how to poke your guts, so I’ll just annoy you until you pay attention to me,” she stated. “I’m not leaving until we talk.”

Tom clenched his jaw. “Why?”

“We’re in a relationship, Tom, I’m not giving up on you only because you deal with your emotions like a two year old,” she pointed out.

He rolled his eyes but kept playing. She initially didn’t do anything, she was just scrolling on her phone. Tom did glance at her every now and then. Subconsciously both of them were scooting closer each time, until y/n was eventually resting her head against Tom’s shoulder. It felt weird, as if both of them only for a bit wanted to pause their thoughts, pause their sorrow and just be there for the other.

He missed her too much, no matter how angry and broken-hearted he had been, he couldn’t help but rest his own head against hers. But he knew they couldn’t get out of this one, not him. And he really didn’t want to ask about it because he knew he wouldn’t like the answer.

Because he knew that she’d been hurt and he was a monster. Tom was a monster. She’d done that to her. And he knew that she hadn’t even written how it had really been. Not her real heartbreak. Tom wondered if she’d really gone to the doctor, and if the doctor’s diagnosis had really been a heartbreak.

But Tom wondered a lot of things. If she loved him, if she didn’t. If what was written on paper was the truth. Because she believed he was a monster. Because Valerie was doing everything so she could dance, but was y/n doing everything so she could write?

She hadn’t really annoyed him, not really. Not like when they were kids and she’d scream to him, pinch him, yell, or whatever she could to either bother him, or make him give her the controller. No, she was quiet, and she was only texting, synchronizing her breathing to his. She was only texting Harry, and she wasn’t even telling him about Tom, it was just them being silly.

And Tom had to remember again, he was angry. Tom paused the game.

Y/N quickly looked up. “Finally, can we talk now?”

Tom only stood up, her head fell down to the couch, she frowned watching him storm off the room..

“Tom,” she called out as she followed him to the kitchen.

Tom ignored her as he opened the fridge. He wasn’t hungry, he hadn’t been for the past few days, but he kept staring inside. Y/N only hugged him from behind, he tried to shoulder her off, but she didn’t let him go.

“Tom, can we talk?” She mumbled into his back as she placed a kiss below his neck..

“No.” He closed the fridge door.

“Tom,” she whined as she let him go. “You’ve been ignoring me for the last few days, you yelled at me the day I came andI have no fucking clue why you’re angry or upset or whatever, I need to know.”

“Have you been eating these days?” Tom asked.

She blinked. “Tom can you please tell me something? What did I do wrong?” She pushed.

He paced around the kitchen. “Hm, are you hungry?”

“Tom, did I do something wrong?” She insisted. “Please, tell me what’s wrong. I miss you, okay? I love you and I… I’m maybe clingy or needy but fuck, I miss you and I fucking hate going to bed alone, and it’s only been a few days but I… Please, don’t take this away from me. Why are you ignoring me? Why are you upset?”

“I…” He finally turned to her. “I think I’m gonna order a pizza.” He said to himself as he took out his phone.

“Thomas, what the fuck,” she snapped.

“Cheese pizza, right?” He asked as he turned back to the call.

She rolled her eyes, as she leaned against the wall watching him as he finished the call.

“Tom, can you stop ignoring me?” She insisted as she walked back to him, she cupped his face. “Please?”

He looked down at her lips.

“Tom?”

He pushed her to the wall, he brushed his lips against hers, as her breathing got heavy, she tried to connect their lips together but Tom pulled away, left her and then made his way to his leaving room. Frustrated, y/n followed after him.

He didn’t want to hurt her, not really. But he knew that by ignoring her, she was frustrated. He’d learned that over the years, y/n hated being ignored. Besides he really didn’t want to talk to her, so this was a win-win situation.

“Tom,” she sat beside him, and Tom walked away to the single couch. “Tom, what the fuck, can you at least tell me why you’re mad?”

He looked up at her, as he finally could turn on his speakers, he played a very particular song. “Valerie.” Amy Winehouse. He turned the volume up as he sang along, loudly.

Y/N only sat there, confused, watching him.

“Tom this is very immature,” she pointed out.

He only kept singing, looking at her every time he sang Valerie. She picked up a cushion and threw it at his face, he laughed cynically but rolled his eyes, throwing it back at her.

“I’m not playing, Tom.”

“Good, I’m not either,” he smirked. “Valerie,” he dragged an awful note.

“This would be so fucking easier if you weren’t a stupid kid, still,” she had said.

She stayed quiet for a while as Tom kept playing louder music.

Harrison had come down, “man can you please--turn the volume down?” He complained and then saw y/n. “Oh, hi, y/n. Didn’t know you were here.”

“Hi,” she said, bored and tired of trying to get Tom to talk.

Tom frowned. “Wait didn’t you open the door for her?”

“I borrowed a key from Harry,” she admitted.

Tom clenched his jaw and stormed off the room.

Haz rolled his eyes, watching as y/n turned off the speakers. She paced around the living room.

“Still ignoring you?” Haz asked.

“Yep,” she clenched her jaw. “Haz,” she sighed. “I really…I want to give up,” she shrugged.

Haz bit his lip. “It’s complicated.”

“You do know why he’s acting that way, right?” Y/N wondered.

Haz sighed. “I… It’s none of my business, really. Just talk to him.”

“Is it because of Tim?” She asked him. “Because...He was in my room, and I dunno, maybe he saw I still have… Some of Timmy’s belongings but I’ve been-”

“Y/N, I really don’t know.”

“I don’t know, I’m not the only one he’s ignoring, apparently he’s ignoring Harry, too,” she commented. “It’d be easier if he fucking talked to me, so tell him that I won’t try anymore.”

Haz watched her with pity. She left.

Tom didn’t even reach out to her again, and she had ceased her texting, her calling. Harry had reached out to him, though. Once, asking him not to make a scene with y/n at his engagement, asking him to hold their fight until the party was over.

Emma and Harry’s long awaited engagement party had come and even though Tom Wasn't sure if he was invited after days—almost weeks of ignoring his brother, he had showed up, clean and handsome. He really didn’t want to be there. A dinner, that’s what Emma’s parents had come up with. Elegant. Simple. At their garden, beautifully decorated now, with lightbulbs hanging around.

Emma’s hands didn’t leave Harry’s, and he was sure he’d never seen his brother as bright. Maybe he had. Even happier, with his eyes shining more. But Tom didn’t have to do anything. Instead he was pacing around with a beer in his hand, avoiding any kind of conversation.

He’d seen Tim, pacing around, too. He’d stayed close to Emma. Tim had been observant, and he probably had noticed Tom had walked in, not alone, but with someone by his side. That someone wasn’t y/n.

Tom cursed his decision making process and hated himself for inviting Madison. Although, Madison probably didn’t think much of it, as long as Madison knew, Tom was still dating y/n.

Everyone still thought that. And technically, he… still was. He hadn’t given her any explanation. He had given no one an explanation.

“Where’s y/n?” Nikki asked as soon as she saw Tom fidgeting near the bar. Or the excuse of a bar with only a table where a guy was serving drinks.

Tom ordered a glass of whiskey to the bartender, and shrugged. “Uh—Not here yet.”

“Why didn’t you pick her up?” Nikki asked.

Tom sipped of his drink. “Mum, she has a car.”

Nikki frowned. “And?”

“She had some things to do,” Tom added. “Uh—“

“Are you guys okay?”

Tom didn’t have the guts to tell anything to her mother. How could she tell her? What would she tell her?

“Mum, perfectly,” he lied.

“And Madison?” Nikki pushed.

“She’s just a friend,” Tom Insisted. “Really, nothing to worry about.”

Nikki watched him, she wasn’t buying it. “And What about y/n?”

“My girlfriend? I love her, with all my heart, don’t worry, she just had to pick some stuff up and insisted that I should be here with my brother.”

Nikki gave him a suspicious glance before walking away.

Harrison approached him. “Why did you even invite—what’s her name?”

“Madison,” Tom said.

“To make y/n jealous?” Haz asked. “Like that will solve any of your problems.”

Tom hadn’t thought about that. He really didn’t know why he had invited Madison. He knew y/n didn’t like her, Madison had once technically called y/n a whore for “sleeping with her boss”, and she didn’t like her since. Maybe it was in his nature, y/n had been his enemy for a long time. And it felt like he was paying her off for the script.

But of course now that he saw Madison there, speaking to Sam, and then also to Timothee, he knew he had fucked it up.

“I dunno,” Tom admitted. “Didn’t want to arrive alone, less with Tim here.”

“You could’ve called your actual girlfriend,” Haz pushed. “Although you’re not in speaking terms because you’re fucking avoiding her, that would solve it, and do you think Timmy cares if you walk in with Maddie? If anything you’re basically giving him y/n away.”

“He’s not the one for her anyway,” Tom snaked as he gulped down his whiskey in one single shot.

“That’s utter bullshit,” Haz explained. “I thought you would talk with her.”

“Well, we didn’t, and tonight is most certainly not the day we make up,” Tom gave him a cynical smirk before walking back to the bar, he ordered some gin and tonic, with a lime.

“I’m so fed up with you, ah, great she’s here,” Haz said.

And as he turned around back to see the party, Tom had seen her walk in, a very light sweet yellow flowered dress, elegant, the drapes falling to her knees, a golden necklace around her neck, and her usual red lips. She had wandered in alone first, confused and sad. She looked around the place and her eyes initially landed on Harry and Emma, over by Emma’s parents, a sad smile formed across her lips. But then her sight continued and finally landed on Tom, he looked away and gulped. Y/N kept staring at him before giving up. Eventually, James walked behind her.

They continued her way across the garden, quietly and carefully. She didn’t say hello to anybody, James had stopped to say hello to some friends and family, and she just made her way to the bar, walking right past Tom, brushing his shoulder.

Tom clenched his jaw, as he turned to see her. Haz chuckled, seeing how the tables had turned.

“Y/N, hello,” Haz greeted her, approaching her.

“Hi,” she gave him a quick smile, but then turned to the bartender. “Gin and tonic, please, and if you could add a lime in there, that would be lovely.”

Haz chuckled, “huh, could’ve sworn someone just ordered the same.”

Y/N directed her gaze at Tom, “Ah, great,” she watched him. “Meant to be,” she sassed as she waited for her drink.

“Hi, y/n,” Tom mumbled.

“Oh, so you’re talking to me now, good to know,” she rolled her eyes as the bartender handed her her glass. She walked away. Tom followed after her,he took her hand and stopped her.

She sighed as she turned to him. “May I help you?”

“You look beautiful,” Tom said.

She gave him a sad smile. “Thanks, you look… beautiful too.”

“Yellow flowers?” He asked looking at the dress, as he stepped in closer.

She shrugged and cleared her throat, avoiding his gaze. “Found the dress, it was pretty,” she said. “I—I guess we have to act normal, right? We don’t want our family to know we’re about to break up huh, not after we just made them so happy.”

Tom pursed his lips, ignoring her comment. “I tried to call you earlier,” Tom said. “To pick you up.”

“Yeah, I know, I didn’t want to come,” she admitted. “I’m not exactly fond of this engagement.”

Tom felt it again. He started questioning it, if it was because she didn’t think Emma and Harry were meant to be or if it was because she’d run out of time for her.

“Really?”

“Or maybe I just didn’t want to pretend I was fine in front of your family and mine,” she said.

“You do look sad,” Tom pointed out.

She cackled dryly. “And one might only wonder why.”

Tom took a deep breath, and then gulped. “I—“

“Tom—Oh, hi, y/n!” Madison had come just in time to interrupt. “Y/N, love why are you here?”

Y/N blinked with surprise. “Why—excuse me?” She looked between them. “Why am I—why am I here?”

“Yeah, thought you and Tom had a fight,” Madison said.

“I—really, that’s—that’s what he told you,” she blinked watching between them.

“No—No, I didn’t,” Tom intervened quickly. “No.”

“Well, I happen—I—“ y/n didn’t even know what to say.

“Honestly whenever I had a fight with my boyfriend I wouldn’t show up to the places where he’d be,” Madison insisted, she stank of alcohol, she’d probably had too many glasses.

“Well, I—I am still the maid of honor,” y/n smiled. “Now—if you’ll excuse me—I’ll—“she quickly walked past Tom and flicked his hand away as he tried to stop her.

Tom followed after her, calling for her but she’d arrived with Harry.

“Harry,” Tom gulped. He hadn’t even said hello to him.

“Tom,” Harry looked between them. “Children behave, both of you.”

“Oh, I will behave,” y/n sassed, watching Tom.

Tom scoffed. “Oh, you will now?” He snapped back.

“I’m not the one causing a scene, Thomas,” she hissed.

“And wouldn’t you love that?” He snapped. “That’s all you want.”

Harry rolled his eyes and walked away.

“I’m not the one who fucking brought someone else,” she snapped.

He shrugged. “She’s a friend.”

“Ah, yes sure, and you didn’t bring her to make a statement,” she growled.

“Says yellow flowers,” he snapped.

“I don’t even know why you’re angry at me,” she crossed her arms. “You literally have no right to call me out for a dress--”

“Oh, and it was a coincidence-”

“Dom, hello!” She changed her frown for a smile as she turned to Tom’s father.

“Y/N, you look lovely,” Dom grinned. “Hadn’t seen you around, thought you’d arrive with Tom here.”

“Oh no, no, I just got here, had to do… some stuff,” she grinned. Tom gulped as he awkwardly walked to her side, wrapping an arm around her waist.

Dom smiled. “Ah, great,” he nodded. “So how’s everything going? Have you finished your script?”

Y/N pursed her lips. “Yeah, good, yeah, I um.. I yeah, I finished it, it’s… It’s, yeah.”

“What’s it about?” Dom asked with a smile.

She coughed. “It’s uh, about an aspiring dancer in the 80’s,” she said.

“Really?” Tom frowned. “That’s all it is about?”

Dom frowned watching between them.

“Yeah,” she nodded, as she turned to glare at Tom, mostly confused. “It’s about a dancer, and well, you know, a love story but--.”

Dom nodded. “Ah, I’d love to read it, it’s always a pleasure reading you.”

Tom chuckled. “Yeah, I’d love that too.”

Dom probably felt the tension between the two and decided to walk away.

“I thought we were going to behave,” y/n snaked and Tom shrugged.

“No, I just… really want to know about your script,” he watched her. “You’ve never told me about it.”

She rolled her eyes. “And you won’t get to know,” she said as she started to walk away. “Oh, we’re behaving, right?” She only came back to kiss his cheek before making her way to an empty table.

Timmy walked to the table, and he said hello, y/n initially hesitated but then as she saw Tom watching them, she invited him to sit with her.

It bothered Tom. So he only stayed close to the bar, ordering Tequila, rum, whiskey, whatever the bartender could offer him. Madison had stayed close to him, and he really needed the alcohol to get through this.

He’d seend y/n talk to Emma and Harry, and y/n and Harry had taken some pictures together. He’d seen y/n again, alone with Emma as they stared at the ring, y/n looked sad. She’d talked to Sam, to her brother, to some other friends. Everyone but Tom, she’d been avoiding her. And Tom was angry, everything he’d bottled up for the past days was slowly trying to come out. Mixing that with the alcohol wasn’t a good idea.

And his thoughts had gone back to the dark place. Y/N had only searched for Tom when she was lonely, everytime she broke up with someone, something happened. Or when she was lonely in Rome. Because it wasn’t Tom.

It was Harry, and it was obvious. It’d always been Harry. He’d seen her throw her head back laughing, and the way she’d magically turned happy when Harry was around. Not like when Tom, where she was cautious, no she didn’t have to.

And Tom now not only wanted what she’d had with Timmy, no, he wanted what she had with Harry. But he could never have that. He could fake what she’d had with Tim, but how could he ever have what Harry has with her?

Tom was drinking, more and more, and the dinner came eventually, everyone sitting down, soft music playing in the background. And y/n had sat near with Tom, as he was drinking even more. Everything was blurry now, and the music was only accentuating the drink.

His father gave a speech, Emma’s father gave another one, and Tom found it as an invitation to talk, too.

He didn’t hesitate twice. The song playing in the background was so chaotic, as if it was cueing him to talk. 70’s song, he could tell. He didn’t know the song but it was perfect.

“Hi, everyone, can I—get everyone’s attention I’m so—So happy to be here,” Tom yelled, before burping. Everyone turned to look at him as he stared at Harry and Emma. Harry shot a glare at his brother. “Emma, you look lovely, Harry man, so—proud of you.”

Y/N stood up and tried to pull him down. “Tom, sit down you’re drunk, don’t make a scene,” she whispered.

“Y/N, love,” he looked at her. “What a lovely dress you’re wearing sit down, you’ll—you’ll actually be quite important here.”

She frowned, as she tried to pull him down to sit. “Tom.”

He burped. “So, we are here gathered up to celebrate this guy for getting down on one knee huh? Yes that’s—so bloody amazing,” he chuckled.

“Tom,” her voice was dark.

He turned to her, sloppily kissed her cheek. “I’ll be with you in moment love,” he said shrugging off her hands. “so, okay, it’s—amazing, right? Finding the love of your life and loving them back it’s amazing isn’t it, to find the one, your one and only—soulmates if you all believe in that crap,” He laughed. “How incredible it is that two people find each other.”

“Tom,” this time it was her mother.

“Tom, can you please?”Y/N insisted.

“Y/N—let me be,” he frowned as the room was turning around. He was dizzy, and his movements were very slow. “You know what? ladies and gentleman, actually, here—y/n, her,” he pulled her into a side hug. “Dunno if you know her she’s the maid of honor, beautiful girl, talented.”

“Thomas,” Harry warned.

Harrison approached him. “Tom, come on, sit down.”

“I’m trying to give a speech to my brother, shh,” Tom laughed. “I—look, I would’ve written a speech but we all know I’m not the writer here, no, no I’m not y/n, am I?” he laughed. “She’s a screenplay writer and she’s amazing at what she does you know? Incredible stories and I—I read something of her lately. About how people fall in love, and people--hic-- breaking each other’s hearts.” He managed to say between dizzy and slurred words.

Y/N froze.

“It’s… It’s stupid, if you love someone and they don’t… they don’t love you back, huh? And it’s horrible when you don’t love who you want to love” Tom laughed. “It’s…I’m really glad you found Emma, brother, because the love of your life didn’t love you back, huh? It’s good you settled down.” He had continued between burps and drunken giggles. “Let’s hope Emma actually loves you and isn’t planning to pull a—what’s it called? Perfidy? Right, y/n? Let’s hope Emma actually loves you back and isn’t planning on breaking your heart.”

“Thomas,” Dom had approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

The crowd started to mumble. And Harry was telling him to stop. Y/N couldn’t move.

But everyone seemed to be frozen too, as if even if they wanted to stop him they were too invested in this to stop him.

“No, no, it’s true, Harry here had been in love with her, with y/n his whole life and he couldn’t get her and that’s how life is sometimes,” he laughed. “Ah dad, remember you asked about her script? It’s amazing, I read it! she wrote how she actually did love Harry back! We were all wrong, it’s always been Harry, don’t worry Tim, it wasn’t me, it’s not you, it was Harry” He laughed. “At one point but guess what? It’s my bloody fault they’re not together—“

Harrison finally managed to tackle the drunken Tom, who was very dizzy, tipsy and blurry to even know the whole chaos he’d caused with just a few words.

He didn’t even know what had happened, or how he got to the entrance with Sam, his father, his mother and even James yelling at him. He was too drunk to even listen, they were all angry.

Dom and Nikki eventually left as he was going to apologize to Emma’s family. It was all chaos.

“Where’s—where’s y/n?” That’s all he could ask.

“You’re—You’re really fucking asking that?” Sam yelled. “What the fuck was that?”

“I told the truth,” he hiccuped.

Haz frowned. “By fucking ruining your brother’s engagement party and even his fucking engagement, too?”

“He loves y/n,” Tom continued “which by the way—“

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Y/N’s voice was heard.

“Nothing, darling, I just fucking made your life easier, so you can benwith the actual love of your life, ” Tom snapped.

She had been crying, she turned to Sam and Harrison. “Give me a minute with him, please.”

Sam watched her, hurt.

“Sam, please,” she begged and they stepped back, giving them space.

Tom saw her and then started to walk away, trying to look for his car.

“Oh, no, Tom,” she rushed after him, stopping him, “What the fuck was that?”

He laughed, and shrugged. “I’m just—I’m a monster y/n, what can I say?”

“So fine, you read the fucking script,” she raised her voice. “You didn’t have to pull a scene.”

“Ha, don’t you love it, it’s perfect!” He raised his arms. “You can use that on your script!”

“For god’s sake, Tom, why did you—Was that the reason why you kept ignoring me? And now you do this? You ruined everything!”

“So, go write it then!” He growled. “Make some fucking money out of it.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” she cried.

“No, I do.”

“Did you even read the fucking thing?” She barked. “Seems like you just fucking read one page!”

“I did read it,” he admitted. “And I’m a monster ain’t I? I’m just looking to hurt you and bloody hell you’re right y/n, why would I—why would I ever fucking love you? You never know what’s going on with you.”

She was holding back her tears. “I love you, Tom I didn’t mean to—“She looked away. “I didn’t want to hurt you! I never thought this would happen—but you’re so bloody stupid, Tom!”

“Is that my name really? Or is it William?” He fumed. “And I should start calling you Valerie, shouldn't I?”

She closed her eyes. “Is that—the song, Tom, oh my god but why—did you have to do this?”

“Because you were sad anyway! You bloody want to be with Harry!” He claimed. “And—I’m fucking helping you with that.”

“I don’t, Tom!” She hissed, “I—and now you’ve ruined my friendship, and now you’ve ruined your brothers engagement all because you fucking didn’t ask about it, why did you even have to do that? It’s a bloody story!”

Tom walked away. “No it’s not, you know that.”

“I love you Tom,” she stated. “It's a story! I was—I didn’t mean to hurt you, and i certainly didn’t fucking want this mess! I—Why did you have to do this?”

“No, you don't! You don’t love me, you just fell in love with your writings, with the idea of what it would be to have your childhood crush fall in love with you, and you settled! because that’s all you want the fucking aesthetic the fucking story but you don’t live y/n, nothing matters to you!” He snapped.

“You matter to me,” she snapped. “If you fucking didn’t matter I wouldn’t be out here fucking trying to mend things! You really think I would be here? Even after that you just did?”

Tom avoided her glance. “Yet you still wrote that.”

“And I was going to tell you!”

Tom scoffed. “What for, anyway? This was just a good fuck and that’s it, should’ve stayed there and it doesn’t matter because it meant nothing.”

She stepped back. “You can’t say it meant nothing.”

“I think I just did, and alright I was hurt but—Hey, I’m gonna get over it, and you just lost everything, Tim, Harry, me, I don’t even think Sam will talk to you after this,” he pushed. “So I think I’m fine with this, for my own revenge without even planning on it, go be lonely again y/n because you fucking deserve it!”

She stepped even more far from him. “You really—want to blame this on me.”

“May I remind you what you wrote of me?” Tom crossed his arms. “How you fucking started dating me because of a script?”

“I didn’t—I—“

“You did, initially.”

“I’ve been in love with you my entire fucking life and—It was a shitty thing to do but I swear Tom, I didn’t mean to—“

“You didn’t? You just got a job out of it, you perfectly knew you wanted this,” he barked. “You know what? You’re a good actress made me believe you actually wanted this, maybe you should consider pursuing that instead, not writing!”

“I was not pretending anything,” she sighed,

“You lied y/n.”

“I didn’t lie.”

More people were walking out of the party and they watched them, fighting in the middle of the road. Y/N dragged him to the other side of the road.

“I didn’t lie.”

“Withholding information is a lie,” Tom pointed out.

“I—I didn’t tell you because I was going to rewrite it,” she gulped.

“No you weren’t , y/n, you—“

“Tom, I was planning to tell you I just—“ she pursed her lips. “I didn’t want to ruin this.”

“Well you did!” He continued walking away. “Have fun with the script, it’s not even good by the way, utter bullshit!”

She laughed, “Yeah, I know, they rejected it.”

He turned and smirked, raising his arms in the air. “That’s excellent news then.”

“You don’t have to be an asshole,” she yelled at him.

“And besides how could I love someone as shitty who knew—You knew Harry was in love with you and you did nothing? And you fell in love with him—“

“You don’t understand anything!”

“Ah, I know because I’m the—What words did you use? dumbest person you’ve ever met?” He chuckled walking back to her, “that was it, wasn’t it?”

“I didn’t—“

“It was there y/n, but don’t worry, I’m okay, I understand this, this was just to get back at me for the fucking yellow flowers, is the dress your way telling me that you won?”

She was crying now. “You didn’t read it—“

He watched her, incredulous, “I don’t think I have to y/n!” He bellowed. “I think I read enough—and oh my god I was so stupid thinking it was Tim—“

She gulped. “Tom.”

“Piss off, y/n,” he continued walking down the street. His car was nowhere to be found, and he didn’t even have his keys.

“No, Tom, please—I really—“she ran to him again. “I really love you I didn’t mean to—“

“No, y/n, you dont, you never did but hey that’s on me isn’t it? For being such a monster and such an asshole.”

“And you’re still acting like one! Look what you did!”

“You made me do that—You know what? You don’t even know my side to this story, how you never cared, how nothing I did cared, because hey, I tried my whole life to show it to you and you never cared! You would’ve noticed how much I loved you if only you’d just paid attention but nothing matters to you unless it’s something you can use in your-I don’t even know, you know you probably were just prancing around you were in love with me so you could play the victim because yes I was bad but—Jesus you—You never felt anything for me how was I so stupid! I feel like—You weren't even hurt and it was just what you thought should happen like your movies or whatever, because I don’t even think you ever loved me! That’s it!” He laughed.

“How can you say that? I made a mistake!” She babbled.

“And I’ve made them too but I don’t go around writing it—“

“You fucking made a speech ruining everything! Don’t you think that’s worse?” She cried.

“And you loved Harry?”

She stayed quiet. Tom licked his lips as he rubbed his face.

“Well?”

“Yes at some point but you have to understand—“she turned her voice calmer. “When he’s shown me his whole life that he loved me I did—think about it and you pull this kind of shit and you expect me to be okay?” She chided. “Yet I choose you.”

“Do you?”

“Even after that shit you just fucking pulled, even after that I’m here trying to fucking—I don’t even know what Im doing, even after that—I still love you what the fuck do you think that is?”

Tom shook his head. “Well I don’t, y/n I can’t love someone so bloody selfish.”

“I’m the selfish one?” She croaked. “When you just fucking ruined your brothers party? Am I really the selfish one?”

“Why didn’t you choose Harry?” Tom asked.

She watched him with frustration. “You can’t possibly—“

“It was before Rome, wasn’t it?”

“You knew it, you fucking knew it, Tom,” she clenched her jaw. “it was like you planned it, don’t play the victim here, before Rome, you saw it and you couldn’t stand it, you couldn’t stand that it was him for the first time and not you—“

Tom stepped back. “That’s not true.”

“Then why did you go to Rome? You had nothing to do there and you know it!” She called him out.

Tom gulped. “I didn’t.”

She was sobbing now, Tom saw Harrison and Sam Approaching them.

“Tom—I don’t even, Harry is happy with Emma, I was happy with you— why did you do this?”

“Because we don’t fucking work, I’m too hurt to pretend I love you.”

She nodded, and then chuckled. “To pretend—“

“I’m fucking leaving.”

“Great, I’ll go fix your fucking mess,” she yelled at him as she rushed back into the house.

But there are first times, and there are last times. It’s just a matter of retrospective to see if it's the end of a beginning or the beginning of an end, even if both of them showed how big of perfidy they can pull.

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First date

Okay, this imagine is not only the longest that I’ve written but also the one I’ve spent hours with. 4 hours I needed for it but I’m honestly proud of this work. Hopefully, you guys will like it too. Please give me some feedback, I really appreciate evry opinon. Sorry for typos and grammar mistakes. Enjoy my lovelies! Btw, Harry looks like the picture above in the story! (Both pics are not mine!)

“How are you feeling, babe?” (Y/N)’s best friend asked her as (Y/N) was observing herself in front of the mirror for the last time. To say that she was nervous was an understatement, she was hell terrified of the upcoming night even though there was no reason to be. Deep down she knew everything would go just fine and she had not have to be worried about it at all. But still, her legs were so shaky that (Y/N) felt like they would give up steadying her when she even dared to walk. And not to mention her heart. Her heart beat increased faster, threatening to rip off her chest in two the more she thought about the date she would have in an hour. She took a deep breath to calm down her nerves, to get rid off of the uncertainty that was consuming her. Breathe in, breathe out. Relax. She reminded herself nonstop. How bad could it be? It was just a date.

Yes, it was just a date but which girl would not freak out if she was asked for a date by the one and only Harry Styles?

She was still perplexed if she was being honest. How come that someone like Harry wanted to date somebody like her?

(Y/N) turned around and a pout appeared on her lips as she looked at the black dress that adorned her body. She wore it only on certain occasions or when it came to important events that she had to attend. She was never the type of girl who liked to be overdressed to be fancied by a man. No, she always stuck to natural beauty, preferring a less amount of makeup on her face even though her job was contrary to what she usually held on to. She was a makeup artist, working alongside Lou Teasdale, a very close friend of Harry’s. That’s how she met him.

Lou once took her on a gathering where her famous friends met each other, among them were people like Nick Grimshaw or Lottie Tomlinson. (Y/N) was quite honored to meet each one of them, but when she was face to face with Harry Styles it honestly felt like she achieved at least something in her life. Okay, that was definitely an exaggeration but it really gave her that feeling. She was a fan of him you can say.

“Do you think I look slutty?” (Y/N) questioned her friend. Her ass was sticking out obviously too much for her liking and matter how much her friend tried to convince her that she looked fine and sexy as fuck, she couldn’t stop doubting it.

“Slutty? Are you kidding me? You don’teven wear something that makes you look like a slut. Geeze, you look more like a nun if you ask me.”

(Y/N) threw her pillow at her friend who had a cheeky grin on her lips.

“Not funny,” she mumbled, turning around to face her reflection and adjusted her dress.

“Relax, it was just a joke, girl. Calm down. You look really good and Harry will definitely fall down on his knees because he’ll be so overwhelmed by your amazing beauty. Hell, if I was gay I would totally want to date you. I mean those boobs and this ass-wow! ”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at her, shaking her head. ”I don’t feel like I’m okay. Maybe I should call off?”

“No way this is happening!” Her friend called outraged, standing up from the bed she was sitting on the whole time and placing herself behind (Y/N). With laying her hands on her shoulders she continued speaking. “You’re going to on that date and you’re going to have so much fun, okay? Babes, I totally know how you’re feeling and I understand. If Harry Styles asked me out I would have probably burned down an entire city out of happiness but I promise it’s going to the best date that you’ve ever had. And the sex you will have afterwards will be mind-blowing, I’m sure.”

“I’m not going there to get laid and don’t plan on doing it,” (Y/N) replied, an annoyed tone underlined her statement.

“But you can’t deny that you haven’t wasted a thought on it.”

Both girls laughed because it was indeed a true fact and (Y/N) reminded herself of why she loved her so dearly. (Y/F/N) always did everything to cheer her up, to put a smile on her face. In her hardest times she was there for (Y/N), wiped off her tears ,never left her side for once and supported her countless of times. (Y/F/B) was more like a sister to her. A sister she never had. They were so close and a lot of experiences and memories bonded them to each other.

“Come on, let’s finish getting you ready,” (Y/F/N) suggested and led her to the dressing table where she made (Y/N)’s hair and makeup.

***

Meanwhile, somewhere in London in a fancy and quite expensive penthouse, a young man went back and forth to check up if everything was prepared and was going well as he planned. Harry spent hours in his kitchen to prepare a delicious meal for his date and he was quite proud of himself. Hopefully, (Y/N) would like it.

He took a look at the dining table which he decorated with two plates, forks, knives and wine glasses a few minutes prior. He also made sure to scatter some rose petals on the table and he even lightened two red candles. With the soft music playing in the background, a very romantic atmosphere was created, exactly how Harry wanted it. Normally, he was not a romantic guy in his opinion but the sight in front of him proved that he could be if he gave a little bit of effort.

Checking up the time, which told him that he had no longer than fifteen minutes, Harry hurried to the kitchen and took the dessert he made out of the fridge. Mousse-au-chocolat with raspberries on top.

He placed it on the dining table and voila, the evening could begin. He immediately ran to the bathroom to check up himself. Running his hands through his messy hair, he tried to fix them so at least it looked like something. With spraying a few splashes of his favorite cologne before, he brushed his teeth afterwards.

Harry couldn’t remember when it was the last time he had been so excited for a date. With his busy schedule in the past, the touring, the interviews and songwriting in the past, he never had the time to get to know somebody or ask them out. His busy lifestyle never allowed him to find somebody that he liked very much and to date her. Even though he talked to (Y/N) only a few times when Lou brought her to the gatherings, he knew she was something special. The first moment he laid his eyes on her he just wanted to make sure that no one except for him could make a move on her. He wanted to make her his. He would love to call her his girlfriend sometime, to introduce her to his family and friends. Yet he was afraid of how the media and the fans would react if they ever found out but at the end they had to live with the fact.

“You already think like she was yours,” he mumbled to himself, fixing his white shirt, wrinkling its sleeves up to his elbows.

He was wondering how the night would end. Before he dared to ask her out for a date, he’d been a nervous wreck. He was scared she would turn him down. But as a ‘yes’ escaped her beautiful lips, Harry was so relieved he could have jumped out of happiness. However in front of her colleagues, he thought it was a good idea to not doing it. He felt like he had already embarrassed her in front of them.

At point 8 PM, Harry perceived a knock on his door and he breathed in and out deeply as he went to open it.

(Y/N) who was standing behind the door patiently, tried to stay calm. All the way long to Harry’s she reassured herself that everything was going to be just fine and she would enjoy the night with him. Her hands became slightly sweaty as she heard footsteps reaching the door.

“Here we go,” she mumbled under her breath. She put on a smile on her lips as the door was finally opened.

But her smile slightly faded as she faced him. Her heart stopped its beating and she felt a huge amount of warmth spreading through her whole body. She was out of words. He looked absolutely handsome. Beautiful. Angelic.

He wore a white shirt and she could see the outlines of his tattoos underneath. His legs were adorned by tight black jeans and black boots covered his feet.

But she wasn’t the only one who was speechless and knocked out of breath. Harry, Harry was totally mesmerized by her, blinded by her beauty. He could have indeed fallen on his knees in front of her, just like (Y/F/N) predicted. Her normally straight hair was curled and that black dressed fitted to her body perfectly. She was absolutely breath-taking.

The two of them stared into each other’s eyes for a while before (Y/N) could regain herself and made the first move.

“Hello Harry,” she smiled at him with slight red cheeks. His gaze on her was warm but she still felt uncomfortable.

“(Y/N)…” he only breathed out. He knew he made a fool himself right now by staring at her instead of inviting her in but who could blame him? “You look- (Y/N), you’re- wow.”

That was it. Just wow. Gorgeous. Astonishing.

“Thanks,” (Y/N) replied sheepishly. “You look handsome yourself. May I come in?”

“Of course,” Harry stepped aside so she had full access to enter his fancy penthouse.

“Can I take your jacket?” he asked her, helping her out of it like the gentleman that he is.

(Y/N) thanked him for his kindness and Harry led her to the living room. Her eyes widened as she entered the room. Everything looked so elegant and just like Harry but it seemed hella expensive. Even the furniture. (Y/N) didn’t want to know how much he probably had spent for the couch she was sitting on.

“Do you want something to drink?” Harry inquired. “Water, wine, juice?”

“Thanks, I’m fine,” (Y/N) responded.

“How was the ride?”

“It was okay,” she offered him another smile. “I just had some difficulties with finding the address. But I’m glad I made it on time.”

“I’m sorry about that,” Harry said, returning the smile (Y/N) gave him. So beautiful, he thought.

“No need to apologize. I’m here now.”

They had a small conversation of how they had been in the past weeks and what they had been doing before Harry invited her to the dining room. (Y/N)’s eyes went wide open as she saw the beautiful decorated dining table. Just like how she imagined it to be.

“Harry…” she spoke, touched by his effort. “You really didn’t have to do that. I would have been fine with take outs as well.”

“You’re worth more than just take outs, (Y/N),” he said, pushing her chair back slight so she could take a place. “And you’re a terrible lair.”

“I’m not-“

“Do you want some wine?” Harry cut her off, pointing to a bottle of red wine in his hand.

“Sure, I would love to.”

He tilted the bottle carefully and poured some wine in her glass. They clinked their glasses and took a gulp of it.

Placing her glass next to her plate, (Y/N) glanced at the meal in front of her. Harry had prepared pesto pasta with grilled chicken and it looked so alluringly delicious to her. She probably could never prepare such a meal. She was quite clumsy when it came to cooking. She admired his cooking skills. Maybe he could teach her how to cook sometime.

“You can start if you want to,” Harry offered, and (Y/N) obeyed, taking a small bite from her plate. Harry observed her features intensely as she chew the food in her mouth. He was insecure how she would find it. With the look on her face he could neither tell that she liked or that she hated it.

But (Y/N) didn’t mean to make him feel that way. She only needed time to enjoy the food she was tasting. And it tasted heavenly.

“Not bad, Styles,” She commented with her thumps up and Harry let out a relieved breath. “I’m impressed.”

“May I say something?”

“Sure.”

“You almost gave me a heart attack,” Harry laughed. “I thought I did bad.”

“Oh no…I’m sorry. It tastes really delicious.” (Y/N) blushed. “I never ate something cooked by a male, and it is very admirable how you managed it.”

“Thank you,” Harry responded. At the same time he felt honored and proud of himself because he was the first man in (Y/N)’s life who cooked for her.

While eating, they talked about different stuff. Harry was very interested in her life which he showed by asking her numerous of questions. He got to know her family and friends, the people she grew up with and the ones who made her the person she was today. Harry watched her in awe as she passionately spoke about her job and stuff that she liked because he loved the shine that formed in her eyes. Inwardly he really hoped that one day he would be also the cause of this shine in those mesmerizing orbs of hers.

When he was talking (Y/N) could not stop but to be focused on his lips. She had never expected that words could sound so beautiful when they came out of his mouth. His voice was so indescribably amazing and soothing, she could have listened to him all day without any interruptions. The most important thing was that he was talking. The way he pronounced a word, the way his British accent would underline them, it was to melt away. But the way he spoke out her name was even more beautiful. Whenever he used to say her name, a shiver would run down her spine, giving her chills in her whole body. He had lips of an angel. (Y/N) wondered how they would feel on hers, how it would feel to kiss an angel.

She woke out of her trance as Harry looked at her worriedly.

“Excuse me?”

“I just asked if you wanted a bit more of the pasta.”

She shook her head smilingly. “Thanks but I’m quite full. It was really delicious, Harry. Great job! I would love to eat more of your cooking sometime.”

“I’d be honored. Would you like to eat the dessert on the balcony?”

He pointed at the area behind him. (Y/N) agreed with a nod but before that she made sure to help him putting the dishes into the sink in the kitchen. Harry appreciated her help but told her that she had not to do it. She shrugged her shoulders, telling him it was fine for her. After the table was tidied up, Harry took the cups with mousse-au-chocolat while (Y/N) took the wine glasses and the wine bottle and the two of them entered the balcony.

Even though it was already in the evening, the weather was still warm enough. Harry had an area with a tiny table and lounger. They had a perfect view on the city and (Y/N) held onto the railing while admiring the view in front of her. The moon and the stars emphasized it wonderfully.

Harry joined her but instead of looking at the same direction as (Y/N) he rather looked at her because she was the one and only beauty there. He had no idea if he was ever able to avert his eyes away from her, she was so captivating. She smiled and had her eyes closed, just listening to the noises from London’s streets. The wind was slightly blowing into her face, moving the curly strands of hair. Harry had the urge to touch them because he knew they’d be soft on his fingers.

(Y/N) caught him staring at her, a blush crept its way on her cheeks.

“You look beautiful when you blush,” Harry admitted.

“Thank you,” (Y/N) uttered. She wondered how many times she had thanked him the night. Probably a thousand times. Suddenly, she felt his fingers between hers and the warmth of his hands overwhelming hers.

“I really enjoyed our date, (Y/N),” he admitted. “I would love to take you on a date again. Only if you want to of course.”

She nodded her head in agreement. “Yes, that sounds like a very good idea.”

She knew she couldn’t let him go out of her life anymore. He had intrigued her in so many ways tonight, the thought of leaving him alone seemed impossible in her mind. All she wanted to do was to keep him till the end. This date shouldn’t be the one and only they had. She wanted more. And she was willing to do everything to get it. To get him.

Harry entwined one hand out of hers to shove back one strand of hair behind her ear. One simple touch but enough to make hear heart beating wildly in her chest.

“I really want to kiss you,” he whispered with a smile.

“I don’t usually kiss on the first date,” (Y/N) said, causing his smile to drop slightly, “but I think I can make an exception.”

With that, Harry put her face softly between his hands and gave a dimpled smile before he leaned forward to capture his lips with hers. (Y/N) felt like she was flying and thousand, no millions of butterflies erupted in her stomach. Harry kissed her so gently, so soft that her she thought her heart would explode out of happiness.

When they pulled away, they smiled at each other and Harry caught the glimpse of passion in her eyes that he craved to see.

“(Y/N), I don’t know about you but I have feelings for you and they’re deep. I have feelings for you ever since I saw you. And if you give me a chance, I would love to show you how much I care about you. Being your boyfriend is all I want.”

(Y/N) smiled at his confession but she had to admit that she was very shocked about his honest words. This time, she was the one who bent forward to bring their lips to a kiss again.

“I give you a chance, Harry,” she said.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning her head against his chest where she could perceive his constant heart beat. Harry slung his arms around her body in order to keep her safe and secure. They stood there like this for a while and gazed at the city together.

It was the best first date that they’d ever had.

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