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Harry secluded himself at the kickback. He wasn't having nearly as much fun as he thought he would, having only come to chat with Y/n. But he'd only been left discouraged when he noticed that she'd been spending an awful lot of time with the tall sandy-haired blond boy beside her.
It made Harry's stomach plumet to watch them interact, his brain immediately formulating that the two were a couple—which crushed the poor boy, as he'd had a thing for Y/n for months.
So he'd stalked off, found an unoccupied room, and just stewed in silence, occasionally checking his social media timelines just to take his mind off his upset.
Suddenly, there was the unmistakable sound of a door clicking open, catching Harry's attention. He glanced toward the door, his heart immediately jumping to his throat as he saw Y/n poke her head in. She smiled when her gaze landed on Harry.
"Hey stranger! I was wondering where you'd snuck off to."
"...hi," Harry replied, his nervousness now at an all-time high, hands suddenly clammy. It was insane how simply seeing Y/n could absolutely shut down Harry's nervous system, but that's a crush for you.
"Mind if I join you? I was starting to feel a bit crowded downstairs." She asked hopefully.
"I guess," Harry mumbled.
Y/n snickered as she crossed the room to the mostly-vacant couch. "Well don't sound too excited." She says with playful sarcasm.
"Sorry, I'm just..." Harry's sentence trailed off as Y/n sat beside him. "Just..." he tried again to speak. Just what, Harry? He decided not to finish the thought. Mainly cause he wasn't even sure where he was going with it, but additionally because now that Y/n was sat beside him, he was absolutely ensnared by the warm floral scent of her perfume. It also didn't help that she was wearing a skirt, so her bare leg was touching his, and he was trying with all his might not to stare at them. God, I'm such a boy.
"Harry, you there?" Y/n giggled.
"Sorry, what?" Harry shook himself out of his stupor and dared to look in Y/N's eyes. Her beautiful y/e/c eyes.
"I asked why you hadn't sought me out earlier during the party," Y/n said. "I was actually really looking forward to seeing you. I even looked for you, but couldn't find you anywhere."
"Um..." Harry started. She looked for me? She'd been wanting to chat with me? What about that blond, surfer-looking guy? Hadn't she been more excited about her conversation with him?
"I had to settle for chatting with Darren," Y/n added as if hearing Harry's thoughts. "And he's a nice guy, don't get me wrong. But he has a habit of chatting your ear off. Would've much rather talked to you." She punctuated her sentence with a gorgeous smile that brought a vibrant shade of pink to Harry's cheeks.
"Oh, I had...I'd seen you two talking...and I figured that was your boyfriend, so I hadn't...wanted to interrupt."
"Boyfriend? Darren?" Y/n said this like just the very idea was insane. "Yeah, I don't think so. I don't have a boyfriend, and if I did, Darren wouldn't have been my first pick. He's not really my type."
"Oh," Harry scratched sheepishly at his jeans, forcing himself to ask his next question. "What exactly...is your type?"
Y/n gave Harry a sidelong glance, a smile slowly appearing on her face, and Harry immediately wished he could take it back. There's no way that question wouldn't read as incredibly obvious to her. There's no way she'd even give him a legit response—
"I tend to go for brunets over blonds," Y/n says. "In terms of personality, I think I like when they're a tad bit shy. Kind of balances out my boldness, you know? And a pair of pretty eyes never hurts. I'm also a sucker for curly hair and dimples—"
"Y/n, I think you're describing me," Harry just barely manages to say above the breathlessness he detects in his own tone.
Y/n smirks. "I am, aren't I?"
Harry opens his mouth to respond, but is suddenly distracted by the feeling of Y/n lacing her fingers through his own. He glances down at their intertwined hands, wondering when that had happened and why he hadn't noticed it. He meets Y/N's gaze again, his poor heart now thundering in his chest.
"Y/n—"
"Harry?" Y/n had leaned closer in the time it took for Harry to notice that she'd taken his hand. And if he wasn't surrounded by her perfume before, he certainly was now. Butterflies crowded his stomach as he tried to get his frantic mind to form a cohesive thought. But the best he could do was, "I really want to kiss you right now."
Y/n giggled again and it was music to Harry's ears. Then, she leaned in even closer, her breath was on Harry's lips and his heart was now in overdrive. "That makes two of us," she whispers before touching her lips to his.
Wow, this one was kind of long. Didn't intend on that, but it was fun to write, and I feel it turned out really cute!! 💗
