you're my last shot

harry snaps at y/n because she won't admit her feelings (parts one + two)

part one

In hindsight, it had been a total lapse of judgement on Y/N's part.

The kiss wasn't bad. Anything but, actually. And that's why she was regretting it — memories of gentle touches, a hesitant squeeze to her hip, and lips smacking against one another wreaked havoc on her psyche. Every time she closed her eyes, she was back in Harry's arms, kissing him goodbye as if this was something they always did.

It wasn't, though. They hadn't touched each other in that way since the night she got pregnant.

She doesn't know what came over her. One second, she was walking him out after they fell asleep on her couch watching Friends. It was a Saturday night and he'd brought Chinese food for dinner after she mentioned having a craving for dumplings and lo mein.

The next minute, they were standing in her doorway, tired eyes staring at each other, soft promises leaving their lips: "Text me when you get home?""I'll see you soon." "I'll let you know if I feel the baby kick. Doctor said it could happen soon."

And then, it happened. She's not sure who leaned in first, but she knows it felt so good, like a warm shower after getting caught in a rainstorm, or waking up to the scent of French toast and pancakes on a Sunday morning.

Neither of them said anything about it when it was done. An impromptu makeout in the arch of her doorway that had them both secretly kicking their feet like teenagers. All he did was brush his thumb over her cheek and give her a small smile before turning on his heel and walking away.

But now they're in the car, on their way home from shopping for some maternity clothes for her, and things feel... weird. Y/N doesn't know if she's the one to blame for the awkwardness, but it's thick, filling the interior of Harry's car up in a way that neither one of them can ignore.

"I'm sorry." she finally blurts out, her eyes glued to the road in front of them as her hand clutches the handle of the shopping bag.

With furrowed eyebrows, he glances over at her. "What?"

"I'm sorry," she repeats. "About... you know."

"About...?"

She huffs, dropping the bag back between her legs. "Kissing you. The other night."

"Oh." he says before rolling his lips into his mouth, pressing them into a thin line. "Why are you apologizing for that?"

"Because now things are weird between us."

Harry shrugs. "I don't think so."

Y/N rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. Normally, he might view this as a somewhat intimidating pose, but with her rounded tummy, her forearms are pressed against her bump. It makes him smile some, especially given her grumpy expression.

"You know, we've kissed before. Done more than that actually." he says when she doesn't reply.

"I know that, but we haven't done it since that night."

"That's true," Harry murmurs, tapping his fingers against the leather of the steeling wheel. "Is it really that big a deal, though? I mean... we clearly have chemistry, Y/N. There's something... between us. Don't you think?"

Y/N's eyes nearly bulge out of her head as she whips around to look at the man beside her. "That's news to me."

"What is?"

"That there's chemistry between us."

"Y/N," Harry scoffs. "You can't be serious."

"You are?"