The first time he saw her, was in 2017.
He had a concert to give and before going on stage Jeff had told him that a friend of his would come, at first he hadn't cared, but when he returned at the end of the show full of adrenaline and saw her, he knew he was lost.
"Hi! amazing show, i'm Y/N." She introduced herself with a gleaming smile.
"Hi, thank you. M'Harry."
It didn't take Harry long to fall in love with her, with her constantly being around being friends with his manager, they used to see each other several times a week and besides, she was perfect in his eyes, so kind and beautiful, that he couldn't help it.
Sometimes he really believed that he could cry from the love he felt for her. But the saddest thing? she didn't know.
She didn't know about the nights and days that Harry spent thinking about her, wishing he was the one to make her happy and not those stupid guys who didn't know anything about her. He was for her, and she for him.
Nor did she know the pain that he felt in his heart when she appeared in the study exclaiming that she had another date, but she did know that he didn't agree at all.
"Absolutely not, look at their hair!"
"No, they haven't seen Friends."
"THEY DON'T LIKE ROMCOMS???!!!"
And the list goes on.
Now, in 2021, Harry seems to be falling more in love day by day, and Y/N passes excitedly through the studio door, where he and other producers check a new song.
"Good morning!!" She greets her with her smile, lighting up the entire room and making his heart pound. "New track?"
"Yeah, wanna finish it first before i show it to you." He says before hugging her. "Hello, love."
Maybe he hugs her more than he should, but he appreciates these moments when he can have skin-to-skin contact with her more than anything.
"Good, so i have time to show you... my date of tonight!"
Harry rolled his eyes, used to the twisting in his stomach at hearing that.
"Show me the lucky one." He says, and Y/N puts her phone screen in front of his face.
He takes it from her hands and looks at the photo of the man, he's 29 years old, blue eyes and reddish brown hair, perfect smile and that bothers Harry.
But what bothers him the most is the perfect description he has, as if he had come out of a movie.
This guy has nothing wrong that Harry can criticize.
"What do you think?" She asks.
He doesn't have time to think before the word escapes his mouth.
"No."
And it hurts to see the smile disappear from her face, but he is selfish and only wants her with him, even though he doesn't even have her.
"What do you mean by 'No'?" She asks, clearly angry.
"I don't like him, that's all."
Y/N lets out a dry laugh, tucking her phone into the back pocket of her jeans so she can grab her bag and purposefully walk to the door.
"Y/N, where are you going?" Harry asks, scared. She had never reacted like this when he criticized her dating, she just laughed and said a comment to lighten the mood.
"Away from you." She answered. "Find me when you finally want me to be happy."
The studio falls silent as she leaves, and not even Harry's voice is heard through the speakers, everyone looks at him, expectant of his next step.
"Let's get on with this." He clears his throat uncomfortably, not being able to run after her because he knows Y/N doesn't want him to, he has to wait a couple of hours.
Hours go by and Harry can't finish the song because of his mind elsewhere, so when Jeff tells him to leave for his own good, he takes his things and runs to his friend's house.
6:30 PM, she must be getting ready for the date.
God, what he would give for a date with her. Hold her hand all night, have dinner, take her out for a walk, kiss her on the porch of her house, maybe she would even invite him inside.
He doesn't notice when he parks in front of her house and gets out of the car until he stands at the door, where he nervously presses the bell.
It takes a few minutes to her to open the door, but when she does, the surprise is evident on the singer's face.
She's in her pajamas.
"Harry, what are you doing here?" She asks. "Come in, it's cold."
He entered the house where he had spent hours on the couch watching movies and series with her, but now he felt somewhat uncomfortable.
"Why didn't you go to your date?" He looked at her, and she sighed irritably.
"After you just gonna insult everyone who wants to go out with me?" She said, arms crossed. "I don't understand what you want."
I don't know either. He thinks.
He doesn't want her to be with anyone, but he also doesn't want her to be with him since he could also hurt her, and he could sink in agony if he ever hurts her, although he doesn't know that he is right now.
"Tell me what you want from me, Harry." She begs, her voice cracking. "Is it that you don't want me to be happy?"
"It's not that..."
"So what is it then? Why do you hug me and treat me as if I were unique but when I need you to confirm it, you don't give me anything? but then when I wanna be with someone else, you don't fucking allow it."
She's furious, her eyes full of tears and fire, and Harry's sad, on the verge of tears and wanting to not let her go, but he doesn't even know what to say, so she keeps talking.
"I shouldn't of listen to you, i should've gone out with whoever I fucking want, but then you look at me with those eyes and with that face so... so stupidly pretty that I can't go out and pretend that I'm interested in another person."
"What?" He says without thinking. "What's with my face?"
Y/N laughs without heart, thinking that it cannot be that this idiot is the one who has her in love, but he is, and she is happy about it.
"Listen, Y/N." He grabs his courage and walks over to her, now they are only a few feet apart. "I don't want anyone to hurt you, I don't know what I would do if you showed up at my door with a broken heart, I don't know how I would remedy it." He sighs. "I'm in love with you."
It feels so good to tell her, but when she's about to say something he cuts her off.
"But I can hurt you, love. I know it's only a matter of time before I do." He lowers his head.
"Don't you think I'm old enough for you to make decisions for me?" Y/N ask, taking his hands. "I don't care, I know you won't hurt me. I trust you."
He was sure his face must be a poem right now, with confusion surrounding his mind, he couldn't believe that she was reciprocating his feelings.
He had been in love with her for so many years and he hadn't told her cause he was fucking afraid.
"Well, I'll do my best, I promise." He said and they both smiled. "Now gimme a kiss, will ya?"
Y/N rested his lips against Harry's, and he felt as if he had been drowning his entire life and that now he was finally coming to the surface, moving his lips against hers, he took her by the waist to draw her into his body, and she stroked the hair on the back of his neck.
When they parted, they propped their foreheads together and breathed heavily until she spoke.
"Likewise, it was wrong that you insulted anyone who was going on a date with me."
Harry laughed awkwardly, and stroked her hips with his thumbs.
"I have plenty of time to fix it." He said, and pouted. "Kissy?"
"Mhm, kissy."
