in which you and Harry got matched for a penpal thing back in middle school (but it's been 10 years now since you've last corresponded and you'd pretty much forgotten all about him)- when out of the blue he reaches out through social media: he's mov...
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Things had taken an interesting turn ever since that fair you took Harry to the first night you officially met, in person.
You were not only getting to know Harry, but apparently a whole other side to yourself, one you hadn't even known you had to begin with.
You'd always been... not necessarily shy, but timid. Reluctant to really allow yourself to just be, with really anyone apart from your mother and your bestie, maybe. Let alone other friends, and much less so, any guy you've ever dated.
And you hadn't even realised it before Harry came into your life. But being with him was just so effortless, and you'd never felt so giddy in the presence of another person before, your smile had never felt so genuine as it did when he'd put it on your face.
It truly felt as though ever since that night your life had somehow fallen into place, everything seemed to be right on track and it was such a novel feeling for you that you feared you would somehow fuck it up. Nothing was too good to be true, surely.
You tried to catch yourself whenever you would start thinking that way. What was it with you that you just couldn't accept that you deserved happiness for a change?
You'd only ever been in lousy relationships. Men had treated you poorly, especially your ex, but somehow they'd always made it seem like it was your fault and that you were the reason they had to act the way that they did. You were "bringing out the worst" in them.
Hell, you'd been with your ex, Sam, for 2 whole years, even lived together, and now that you looked back on it, you realised it truly had been a toxic relationship. You'd never been happy with him, yet he manipulated you into thinking it was all in your head, everything you disliked about him, about your relationship, was all just exaggeration or your lack of appreciation for what you had.
It took you all the courage you could muster to finally pack your stuff one day and leave, moving back in with your parents, but you knew you had to end it. Even if it meant taking a step back in the large scheme of things- you never thought you'd end up living with your parents at 25.
But, here you were, finally moving into your new apartment. Harry had helped you move all your stuff, barely let you carry any boxes, checked first to see if they were indeed lightweight and shook his head in mock disdain everytime he caught you trying to sneak away with a heavy one in tow.
"Bun, cut it out. 'M not gonna tell you again"
You huffed "Fine. Break your back, what do I care..."
"Gotta give me more credit, I don't hit the gym for nothing, you know"
Yet, by the end of that day, when all your boxes were finally in your new place and your mattress on the floor, Harry plopped on it and you could literally feel the tension radiating off of his body.
He mumbled something into the mattress and you had to scurry next to him and push him onto his side by his shoulder amusedly "Try that again?"
He sighed, stretching his long limbs "I said, I can't believe you moved all your shit before at least buying a bed. How are you gonna sleep on the floor, Y/N, come on now. Even you have to admit that's a tad ridiculous."
