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harry holland x reader

It was your second time seeing his parents again. You weren't as nervous as the first time, having been with Harry for over five months now. You were sitting beside Paddy, deep into conversation about something regarding rugby. At least, it was rugby when he left to refill your drinks.

He sat down beside you, and Pat excused himself. Harry smiled at the opportunity to have a moment with you, despite everyone still around them. You giggled as he pulled you close, setting your drink down and wrapping your arm around his neck, the other going around his middle.

His lanky, rough fingers found a place on your waist, and you missed Nikki's loving gaze, admiring the fact that her son found someone he could finally be himself around.

You were Harry's muse; his light and his rock, his savior and his baby angel. He honestly doesn't remember how he used to live without you, how he once lived a life that didn't include you. He's happy you're here, grateful you're wrapped up in his life just as much as he is yours.

He thinks about it a lot, when you're there and when you're not. He thinks about how much he loves you, how completely and totally in love he is with you. He remembers confessing it to Sam, the only person he's ever told his feelings about you to.

It was a rant, about how much he cared about you and how much his heart longed for you even though you were already his, even though you were already in his arms and next to him.

"I'm so- so fucking in love with her and I love it!" He'd screamed, freezing as Sam's mouth dropped. Harry teared up that night, sitting on his bed talking with his twin until three in the morning for what must have been the first time since secondary school.

"What're you thinking about, mister?" you giggled at his loving gaze. He was lost in thought, thinking about it. When your hand went through his thick curls, he was brought back to reality.

He smiled, squeezed you a little tighter, pulled you a little closer.

"Just about how much I love you."

You paused, looking at him with soft eyes and a small smile, eyes tearing slightly. Your hands ran through his curls again, and you spoke back. "I was thinking about how much I love you, too."