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THE SUN WILL RISE (part 6)

A/N: here we are, last part of this little series! i hope you guys enjoyed it, i did, and now im excited to work on the next story!

PAIRING: College!Long-hair!Harry X Reader

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It’s been only a few weeks since the last time you saw Harry, but it feels like a decade has passed since you said goodbye at the airport. Now you’re on your way to pick him up and you can’t wait to see him again, to feel his arms around you, kiss his lips… You never thought you could miss someone this much, but here you are.

The arriving terminal is full of people when you arrive and check the board to see that Harry’s plane just landed, so he could be here any moment. You lean against a pillar and stare at the exit, your heart jumping in your chest every time someone walks out who resembles him even the slightest.

And then it’s finally him.

He looks just like when you parted ways in December, his hair is let down, he’s wearing a black hoodie and a pair of black jeans, carrying a sports bag on one shoulder as he stops in his tracks, his gaze roaming through the crowd until they find you.

You move towards each other at the same time, pushing past waiting relatives and loved ones before finally meeting halfway. You throw your arms around his neck and practically smash against him, he catches you just in time, his bag sliding off of his shoulder and landing on the floor with a thump as he holds you in his embrace.

“Hi baby,” he murmurs, kissing the side of your head.

“Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to live together just when we started dating,” you mumble against his neck, making him laugh.

“I’m guessing you missed me.”

You just nod and hold him a little longer before leaning back just enough so he can kiss you. He takes his time savoring your lips, his hands holding your face as if he had some kind of treasure in his palms. You used to frown at couples who made out at public places but now you’ve gladly become one of them.

The ride to the resort is over an hour, but it’s just some extra time you can spend alone with Harry. You try to hold him a briefing about the key characters of the family, who he should be watching out for (basically everyone) and who are the safe people (maybe your aunt Cecilia on her better days). He listens carefully and nods along, keeps telling you there’s nothing to worry about, but you know better than that.

“You haven’t met my family, Harry,” you groan, when he repeats the same thing.

“I met your sister,” he cheekily replies.

“But she… she could be fine. And she was alone, she’s different when the whole family is around.”

“Y/N, it’s gonna be fine. I can handle it.”

“I’m serious, Harry. My dad can… he can easily say the most hurtful thing and not even realize it.”

“Okay, I’m a big boy, I can handle that,” he chuckles and reaching over he gives your thigh a squeeze.

“Alright,” you sigh and then add with a chuckle: “Big boy.”

Even though you told Harry in advance that the whole thing is gonna be unreasonably over the top, his eyes widen when he sees the luxury resort that was rented out just for the wedding. Of course, everything is paid by your father, because his favorite daughter deserves only the best.

Grabbing his bag from the trunk of the car you head inside, hands clasped together and you’re silently praying you don’t run into anyone before you could reach your room, but it seems like the gods have turned their back on you. Just as you walk into the lounge, you’re met with your father and one of his partners that obviously needed to be invited to the wedding to keep up the good partnership and make it look like they are friends, when in real life, they would both push each other to the sharks if they had the chance.

“Fuck,” you breathe out when your father notices you right away and seemingly excuses himself from the conversation. “Brace yourself,” you hiss to Harry.

He gives your hand a squeeze before your dad walks up to the two of you, not even trying to hide the way he is examining the man standing beside you.

“Hey dad, this is Harry, my boyfriend,” you speak up, not as confidently as you wanted to, but it’s too late now. “Harry, this is my father, James.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir,” Harry holds his hand out. Your dad glimpses down at it before finally taking it and giving it a shake.

“Harry, I finally get to see Y/N’s mysterious plus one, huh!”

His words alone would be normal, but there is just something in the way he said them that makes you shiver. The cold gaze he is shooting Harry before letting go of his head, you just know he is already taking the poor boy apart in his head.

“Not so mysterious anymore,” Harry smiles at him politely.

“No, definitely not,” your dad agrees.

“We’ll see you later at dinner, dad. Harry must be tired from all the traveling.”

“Sure. Please dress properly for dinner,” he adds, clearly referring to his simple outfit. You just take Harry’s hand and pull him towards the elevators, feeling your dad’s burning gaze on the back of your head until the elevator doors close finally.

“He is…” Harry starts, looking for the right words. “He is surely something,” he ends up saying and the two of you just laugh at his wording.

“You’re right about that, yeah.”

You have just a few short hours before dinner that you spend making up for the time you spent apart and then taking a walk to look around the luxurious resort that truly looks like a winter wonderland. The staff is already dressing up the place for the big day tomorrow, fairy lights and white and silver decoration hanging from every corner with a hint of light blue.

Harry doesn’t comment on it, but you know what he is thinking: that this is all just so over the top, way too much for a wedding. You agree. Even if you weren’t the blacksheep of your family and you got treated the same way as your sister, you wouldn’t want your wedding to be like this.

More like an intimate little event somewhere hidden, but special, only with your loved ones. No business partners or work related people. You never understood how your dad can mix work and his private life so much.

There’s a massive sunroom in the back of the building, watching over the snowy mountains in the distance, that’s where you settle for a bit before heading back to the room to get ready for dinner.

“I told my mum about you,” Harry speaks up, breaking the momentary comfortable silence.

“You did?” you ask with genuine surprise. You’ve been officially dating for just about a month and you spent weeks apart from that, you weren’t expecting him to tell his family about you.

“Of course. She knows me too well, she would have noticed that something happened, so I went ahead and told her about us,” he grins at you.

“And… what did you say?”

“In case you want to know if I shared our past and the deal we made, I didn’t. She knew I moved in with a friend when I had to leave the dorm and I told her that probably living together brought us together. Which is not entirely a lie,” he chuckles.

“Right,” you let out a small chuckle as well.

You’re tempted to ask him about what his mother had to say about you or the relationship, but you don’t want to look too eager or anxious. However, Harry knows you well enough to figure out what’s on your mind.

“She is thrilled to meet you as soon as possible,” he tells you softly.

“Really?” You breathe out.

“Of course. She wants to meet the girl who makes her son so happy.”

Your nervous thoughts turn into heat in your chest that spreads up on your neck to your ears and cheeks. He seemingly never fails to make you feel so cared for like never before.

Leaning closer you press your lips against his, kissing him as your response when words fail to come to your tongue.

“Wow, look at these young lovers!”

Your sister’s voice snaps you out of the moment and when you pull back you see her approaching the two of you with Gabriel by her side. You and Harry stand up to greet them, Harry kisses Alice on the cheeks and then shakes hands with Gabriel.

“Nice to see you again,” Harry smiles at your sister politely, one arm coming to curl around your waist effortlessly, but you see that Alice notices the movement right away, a small smile playing on her lips.

“I’m glad you’re here too. Y/N has been moping around without you all winter break.”

“Hey!” you protest, though she is right.

“What? I saw you checking your phone every ten minutes to see if Harry has texted you,” she outs you without hesitation. “Y/N, I want to discuss something with you about the ceremony, can I steal you for a moment?”

“Oh, sure.”

“Gabe, why don’t you show Harry the sports center downstairs?” Alice suggests, clearly wanting to get some alone time with you.

“Sure,” he nods. “Do you play anything?...” he asks as the two of them walk away.

“What’s up with the ceremony?” you ask, worried that something might have come up.

“Nothing, just wanted to ask you something without the guys around. Tell me, when did you and Harry get together?”

You freeze at her question, but then manage to recover and act like nothing happened.

“What do you mean? I told you we started dating–”

“No, I don’t want the little story you made up. I know it was all fake when I visited you, but now it’s genuine. When did the change happen?”

You open your mouth a few times just to close it, unsure what to say or how to react.

“How… how did you know?” you ask at last

“Please, the two of you were so awkward when I visited, clearly not a real couple. But I could tell you both had feelings for each other, so I decided to wait till you figure it out yourself. That kiss at brunch though…” she chuckles, fanning herself with her hands. “That was hot.”

“Yeah, it’s a shame we barely talked for weeks after that,” you mumble under your breath.

“But it seems like it all played out well in the end,” she smiles at you. “You look good together. That guy is wrapped around your finger.”

“You think so?”

“Absolutely,” she smirks. “I can see it in the way he looks at you. I’m glad you finally found each other.”

“Me too,” you nod with a soft smile.

Harry is your rock during dinner that evening. He is such a natural, meeting all these new people and charming them with his confidence. You’re in awe how he can easily chat with basically anyone.

The only person who seems skeptical about him is your dad. You catch him staring at your boyfriend several times during dinner and the look on his face is just not too pleasant. It’s kind of the same you usually get from him, you’re just not sure how Harry earned it when he’s been amazing all evening.

“So, Harry, what do you study?” your dad asks at one point.

“Graphics design, sir,” he answers and you swear you see the disappointment in your dad’s eyes at his response.

“And what do you plan to do with such a degree?”

“Well, I think I have plenty of options. I’m really interested in doing digital illustrations though, I’ve actually designed a few book covers, maybe I might continue doing that.”

“So, no solid plan after graduation?”

“Dad,” you plead quietly. He is obviously trying to shame Harry and his studies and plans or the lack of them in this case, when it’s completely fine that he doesn’t have his future planned entirely.

He gives you a piercing look as if it was a warning for you not to get involved. Harry’s hand finds your knee under the table and gives it a gentle squeeze to let you know he’s got it.

“I have plenty of plans, sir. But I don’t want to restrict myself to just one while I’m still not done with my studies.”

You’re amazed how he can stay so calm and collected, there’s not one ounce of irritation in his tone.

Your dad doesn’t say a word, just lifts his nose up and then turns to talk to someone else, a clear sign that he felt like he couldn’t control the conversation the way he wanted. Pride fills your chest, knowing that Harry could stand his ground against him and he didn’t let your father intimidate him.

Leaning closer you press a tiny kiss to his cheek, which earns you a smile as he glances at you.

“What was that for?” he quietly asks.

“For being so amazing,” you murmur back, his smile stretching even wider.

Dinner seems to never end, but when it’s finally time to retreat and get some rest before the big day tomorrow, you’re aching to finally be alone with Harry. When you get into the elevator you’re already eyeing him with lust, but not just in a sexual sense. The way he dealt with your family, especially your dad tonight, how he didn’t let anything or anyone get a rise of him, he remained calm and patient, even in moments when you could feel the hair standing up on your back.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks with a chuckle and you swear you see him blushing. “Is there something on my face?” he jokes.

“Yeah,” you nod and moving closer you place a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, his hand coming to rest on your lower back out of instinct. “This was on your face,” you giggle.

“Mm, put it back,” he teases you, making you laugh, but you obey and move to kiss him again, this time on his lips.

You walk to your room, hand in hand, feeling like a giddy teenager, a tired sigh slipping through your lips when you finally walk inside and the door locks behind you. You’ve been dreading this moment of the evening, especially because you’re wearing a matching underwear set you bought just for tonight. You knew it’s gonna be a challenging evening, so you thought you’d end it on a better note.

“Would you mind unzipping my dress?” you bashfully ask, turning your back to him.

“Sure,” he mumbles and you don’t miss the way the corners of his mouth curl up.

You lift your hair up to give him access to the zipper, which he pulls down slowly before brushing the straps off your shoulders, letting the dress bunch around your waist before you push it further down so it pools at your feet. His hands find your waist and move to your stomach as he pulls you into his embrace from behind, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“You had this on all evening?” he murmurs, before kissing the soft spot underneath your ear. You tilt your head to the side to give him more access and he eagerly peppers the curve of your neck with soft kisses.

“Wanted to surprise you,” you hum with your eyes closed, giving yourself over to the sensation. “Though you might need something extra after tonight.”

“I might need this extra every night,” he chuckles against your heated skin before his hands get a hold of your hips and he turns you around so he can finally kiss you.

Soon enough, his dress shirt and pants come undone and thrown to the floor as you fall to the neatly made bed, limbs tangled together while your kisses never stop. Feeling confident, you push him so he lies on his back on the mattress and you get on top of him, the sight of his exposed chest in front of you burns into your mind forever. Leaning down you capture his lips in a sweet kiss.

“Thank you,” you whisper against his pink lips.

“For what?”

“For… everything. I couldn’t do this without you.”

He exhales through his nose, one hand coming to cup your jaw as he runs his thumb over your cheek, looking deep into your eyes.

“You definitely could. Don’t belittle yourself, Y/N. You’re capable of so many amazing things. But I’m glad I could be here to support you.”

Turning your head you kiss into the palm of his hand, every time Harry does or says something that’s proof of how much he cares about you, part of you doesn't even know how to process it, because you haven’t experienced anything like this before.

His hand moves to the back of your neck and pulls you down so your lips touch, but he doesn’t kiss you just yet, holding your gaze. You can feel his chest rising and falling underneath you and you’re pressed against him so tight that you feel his heart hammering in his chest. You’re just about to ask him if everything is alright when he speaks up at last.

“I love you.”

The words sink right into your chest, wrap around your heart and burn into it while they also echo in your mind, on repeat. You move back, just enough so you can look him in the eyes easily, his pupil is dilated as he stares back at you, lips parted.

“Do you mean it?” you ask in a whisper.

“Of course,” he breathes out, brushing your hair out of your face before taking your face in his hands. “You’re an easy person to love, Y/N. I hope I can make you believe that soon.”

With wobbling lips you lean down and kiss him with everything you can’t say out loud. You know you feel the same way about him, but you need more time to be able to say it, so you tell him without words this time.

And he gets the message. Loud and clear and the way he kisses you back reassures you about it.

“Okay, are you ready?” you call out from the bathroom, nervously smoothing your hand over the soft fabric of your dress.

“Have been for like… twenty minutes!” Harry teases you from outside with a chuckle. You wanted a big reveal for your bridesmaid dress, because it’s the only aspect of the wedding you’ve been looking forward to. Alice has excellent taste and she made sure the dresses are flattering to everyone, so it fits you perfectly, emphasizing your best features.

“Alright, alright. I’m coming!” you announce before taking a deep breath and opening the door.

You walk out, Harry is sitting on the edge of the double bed, already dressed in his black suit pants paired with a blue shirt, the sleeves rolled up to flaunt his tattooed arms, his hair in a neat bun at the back of his head. He looks insanely hot and you’re already having a hard time not throwing yourself at him.

Harry looks up as you step out of the bathroom, holding the long skirt of the dress with one hand before letting go of it as you stop in front of him, nervously showing your outfit to him. His eyes scan over your body, several times, with his lips parted and the look on his face mirrors an expression of someone who just found the biggest treasure in the world.

“Woah,” he breathes out at last, standing from the bed holding his hands out as if he was afraid to touch you. Pride fills your chest and you give him a twirl to show him the whole look and he is drinking up every drop of it.

“Do you like it?” you ask, biting into your bottom lip.

“I fucking love it,” he groans before his hands finally grip your hips to pull you against him. “You look beautiful, baby,” he murmurs before kissing you.

Since last night, you’ve been in a bubble of joy, the wedding, your family and everything that’s been weighing down on your shoulders stopped existing inside the walls of your room. Harry’s confession and the passionate night you spent together after has brought you blinding bliss, ignoring anything that’s beyond him.

“You look amazing too,” you smile at him, running your hands over his arms, up to his broad shoulders. “Let’s get this over with,” you sigh before stealing one last kiss.

Luckily, your sister doesn’t turn into a bridezilla, she is actually taking it so well, making it easier for everyone else around her. You keep going back and forth between her and Harry before the ceremony, even though Harry reassures you every time that he is fine on his own, you shouldn’t worry about him. Honestly, you just don’t want him to run into your dad and have to deal with him on his own, though he is pretty busy himself, pretending like the wedding is just as much about him as it is about Alice.

The ceremony is beautiful, the back of the room where the altar is has floor to ceiling windows that look out on the mountains. It truly is a winter wonderland. However all you can look at is Harry, who keeps staring back at you, as if you were in the center of the attention. As your sister and Gabe exchange their vows, you share a secret, intimate moment with Harry too with just smiles and looks, but it says more than words can.

When the ceremony is over you’re quick to make your way to Harry, planning to stay by his side for the rest of the evening.

“You were supposed to look at the bride and groom, did you forget?” you tease him, as you lace your fingers together and head to the ballroom where the reception is going to be held.

“I found someone else I liked better,” he smirks cheekily, before pressing a kiss to the side of your head and your stomach is somersaulting from his words.

Everything is going as planned, you’re even having a good time and what you enjoy the most is when you get to introduce Harry to people. Finally, you’re not the sad little single sister, you’re glowing with Harry by your side.

You eat and drink, dance and have a blast finally. You do more of the dancing, the DJ is playing amazing songs, Harry is always eager to have you in his arms whether it’s an upbeat or slow song. He is a great dancer as you learn it and you gladly stay on the dancefloor with him until your feet start hurting from the high heels.

“Let’s have a break,” you giggle, dragging him back to your table.

“Want another drink?”

“Yeah, that sounds great,” you smile at him, plopping down to your chair. He leans down and kisses you shortly before heading over to the open bar.

Your sixth sense kicks in before you even see your dad sitting down beside you. The hair on your arms stands up and your blissful mood is gone in an instant.

“Stop this parade, this is not a nightclub.”

“W-what?” you ask, turning to face him, but he is not even looking at you.

“This Harry guy… He is not the right fit for the family.”

“Why would you say that?” His words are like punches in your stomach and you feel your confidence crumbling.

“He’s got very little plans and even those are bullshit. You’re gonna be a lawyer, you can’t choose just anyone, we have a reputation to keep up.”

“Dad…” you breathe out, so many things are crowding your mind as you try to process what’s happening.

“I don’t want to see him after the wedding. You’re better off without him, he would just keep you back.”

You’re seeing red. Like never before.

It’s one thing for him to destroy you and make you believe you’re worth nothing. You’re used to that and you can deal with it. But for him to talk like this about Harry? That does not sit right with you. He doesn’t know him, he just judges him based on some ridiculous assumptions he made after having one short conversation with him.

“Don’t talk about him like that,” you speak up, your voice coming out stronger and more confident than you expected, but you guess that’s what rage is doing to you. Seemingly you surprise your dad with your reply, he looks at you with an expression you’ve never seen before, a mixture of disbelief, anger and confusion.

“What did you just say?” he grits his teeth, shooting you a death glare.

“I said, don’t talk about him like that! You don’t even know him! But still, he is an amazing person and I’m lucky someone like him wants to be with me. Harry is caring and inspiring and he treats his loved ones with so much respect. But what do you know about that, am I right?” you snap and you just know this is the moment when the dam has broken and you won’t stop until you unload everything that’s piled up throughout the years.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he growls, clearly irritated by your behavior. From the corner of your eyes you can see Harry approaching the two of you with the drinks in hands, but he is quick to realize something is happening.

“It means that you never treated me like you love me. Like a father should treat his daughter. You put me through hell, trying to turn me into my own sister and nothing I did was enough for you, but I swallowed it all, just wanted to please you. Because that’s what children do, they want to see their parents be proud of them, though you never showed an ounce of that to me. It’s fine, I will eventually get over that. But I will not let you talk like this about him. He showed me that I’m more than just a burden, which I am to you. I know I always have been.”

Harry places the drinks on the table as you stand up from the table, already knowing you’ll have to leave as soon as possible after you’re done talking.

“You know what? You always said I should do things that take me ahead and make me succeed. I finally figured out what would help me do that,” you chuckle bitterly. “I just need to get myself away from you and live my own life. Thanks for nothing, dad.”

When you turn around to storm away you see that Alice was standing close enough to hear what you just said. She is staring back at you with guilt and when she opens her mouth to say something you just shake your head and march out with Harry following you right behind.

The farther you get from the ballroom the more the adrenaline wears out of your system and reality sets back in, your actions finally sinking into your consciousness.

All the things you just told your father. All the pent up feelings and hurt that just snapped right out of you. It comes down crashing on you and in a blink of an eye, you can barely breathe.

Harry notices as panic takes over you and when you take a turn towards your room he grabs you by your shoulders and pulls you to the side.

“Hey, hey! Y/N, look at me,” he tells you, slouching enough so his gaze is in line with yours that is now filled with tears. “Baby, look at me. Why are you crying?”

“I-I don’t… Harry, what did I do?” you wheeze, your chest heaving crazily as you lean against the wall.

“You stood up for me and yourself! You did amazing, okay? Nothing to panic about.”

“B-But my d-dad… The things I-I said… He will never talk to me again.”

“If that’s what happens, it’s not your fault. He treated you horribly all your life, made you feel like nothing. You did what should have been done a long time ago, Y/N. No one deserves to be treated like this, especially not by a parent.”

He takes your face in his hands and wipes your cheeks with his thumbs, urging you to look him in the eyes.

“The guilt you’re feeling is because of all the mistreating you had to go through growing up. You were conditioned to want to please your parents at all cost, even if it takes your own happiness. I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself, Y/N.”

You can only nod, gulping your tears back as you try to calm yourself down. Harry stays with you the whole time, pulling you into his embrace and giving you the support you always needed.

“Harry?” you breathe out, looking up at him again.

“Yeah?”

“What’s gonna happen now?” you ask in a weak voice. “What if… What if I never see my family again? If they never speak to me again? What will happen after this?” you voice your fears and questions.

“I’ll tell you what will happen, alright?” he speaks to you softly. “The sun will rise. Tomorrow and the day after and so on. Life will go on and you’ll learn to live your own life without wanting to please the people who are not worthy of your time. And I will be there with you the whole time, okay? We will figure it all out.”

His words slowly sink in and you nod. All you care about is to have Harry with you on this new journey you’re going on, wherever it takes you.

“Okay,” you whisper. Harry leans down and brushes a soft kiss to your lips. When you pull back you look him in the eyes and say the words that've been forming on the tip of your tongue. “I love you.”

Harry stares back at you in awe, the corners of his mouth curling up as he holds your face in his palms like you’re made of glass.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he kisses you softly. “Now, I think it’s time to leave, alright? Let’s pack our bags and find a flight back home.”

“Home?” you ask, looking up at him.

“Yeah,” he nods, smiling. “Home, where we live together and where you truly belong.”

You change from your fancy clothes and start packing up the room, while you’re looking for the earliest flight you can take. Luckily, there is one in two hours so you’re planning to make it to catch that.

Then there’s a knock on the door. You look at Harry with panic.

“Do you think it’s him?” you ask in a whisper.

“I don’t know.”

“Y/N? It’s me, Alice,” you sister calls out from the other side of the door. At first you feel relief, but then you realize that you literally just walked out of her wedding reception.

Rushing to the door you open it and find her standing there in her white dress, a concerned look on her face.

“Alice…” you breathe out, not sure what to say. Luckily, she knows.

“It’s okay. I understand. I’m not mad that you’re leaving,” she reassures you with a sad smile. “I just… I wanted to apologize.”

“Apologize?” you ask and then realize that she is still out in the hallway, so you step aside and let her walk in.

“I heard what you told dad and… I feel so bad, Y/N.”

“You didn’t do it.”

“I know, but I witnessed it and never said anything. I never stood up for you. I was a horrible sister, I should have taken your side, but I didn’t do anything.”

“You always had your fair share of pressure on you, Alice. I don’t blame you,” you softly tell her.

“But I do blame myself. So I’m sorry and… I hope you don’t want to cut me out too.”

“Of course not,” you breathe out, hugging her to reassure her you’re fine. “Is dad mad?” you ask, rubbing your face with your hand when you move back.

“Oh, he is vivid!” she chuckles, wiping off the tears that escaped her eyes. “He is fuming about how disrespectful you are, but I told him to just drink a shot and relax,” she snorts.

“He is famous for knowing how to relax,” you laugh.

“Do you think he won’t want to see me? Like, ever?”

“I don’t know. He is so unpredictable…” she sighs looking around. “You’re leaving now?”

“Yes, we found a flight back home. I’m sorry I’m leaving in the middle of your wedding, but I just… I can’t stay here any longer.”

“It’s okay, I get it,” she shakes her head. “Just promise you won’t shut me out.”

“I promise.”

You hug one more time before Alice moves over to Harry who’s been quietly packing up. She stands in front of him and he looks at her patiently.

“Take good care of her, Harry,” she pleads and he nods right away.

“Of course.”

“Thank you.”

Alice stays for a few more minutes, but then she needs to go back, after all, it’s her wedding that’s happening. She is the only one who comes to your room until you leave. It’s bittersweet, knowing that your dad didn’t realize the weight of your words and now he is letting you leave, just like that. But you also feel free in a way. You most likely need time to process it, but you know you’re heading into the right direction.

The flight is delayed, so it’s the middle of the night by the time you get to board. Every time you feel your anxiety growing, Harry just simply takes your hand and squeezes it to let you know you’re not alone. Sitting by the window you smile when you realize that Harry has fallen asleep, his head on your shoulder, one hand on your knee. You press a soft kiss to the crown of his head, careful not to wake him up before turning towards the window.

As the plane is flying above the fluffy clouds, the sky is starting to light up, the sun rising as a new day is starting. You can’t help but smile, thinking at what Harry told you, because, of course, he was right.

And today is the first day of your new life that you’ll share with him, leaving your past behind.

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