frat alpha harry (a/o/b)

harry doesn't like Valentine's Day

"I just think Valentine's Day is kinda dumb."

Y/N swallows a sigh. For the past few days, she'd been hinting to her silly, alpha brained boyfriend that Valentine's Day was coming up. When it finally clicked for him, his response made her heart crack just a tinge. She's never properly celebrated the day — not because she hasn't wanted to in the past, but because she just didn't have anyone. She knows Valentine's Day can be about self-love or friendships or whatever else girl-boss-social-media-influencers try to force down single peoples' throats, but she would be lying if she said that she wasn't just a little bit excited about being in a relationship for it this year.

And there's a part of her that wants to please Harry — to maybe say, "yeah, you're right, it's not a real holiday," but she'd like to think she's past the people-pleasing era in her life.

"I like it," she peeps out, nibbling on her bottom lip as Harry continues aiming his entire focus on whatever video game he's playing. "I think it's a sweet opportunity to show people how much you love them."

Harry hums, "Yeah, but I can do that any day."

"You could," she admits. "I think... I think people just hype it up a lot in their heads. It's not all poems and heart candies and big, grand romantic gestures. I just think it's nice to reminded that the person you're with cares about you."

At that, Harry finally pauses his game and sets his controller down on the TV stand.

"Are you trying to tell me that you want to celebrate Valentine's Day?"

It's not a hard-headed question, and she knows Harry's not being accusatory in any way. He has that soft crinkle between his brows and those cushy, concerned eyes he always gives her whenever he knows she's studying too hard or hasn't been taking care of herself properly.

She shrugs her shoulders and sets her gaze to the floor. "I think it would be nice."

"Yeah?" Harry asks, leaning forward slightly to thumb at her chin. With a playful smile, he raises her head back up to catch her eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were into it."

"This is the first year I have someone," Y/N explains softly, "And I know we're not properly mated yet—"

"We basically are—"

"We're not," she reminds him with an impish smirk, "But I would really like it if we did something. It can be small, but... yeah."

"Well then," he says, clearing his throat and straightening his posture. He looks like he's about to do a professional presentation, and it makes Y/N smile. "Will you be my valentine, my sweet little omega mate to-be?"

"Yes, please."