harry for mckenna 😍 @holmeschapel
I was snuggled up on the couch with Harry, as my stomach filled with butterflies. We were watching Grey's Anatomy, and it wasn't even paying attention to what was happening. I was too focused on my feelings for Harry. We'd been best friends since birth, well, since my birth because he was six when I was being born. Now, I'm twenty, and he's twenty-six and I don't find the age gap as scary, but Harry cares too much what people think about him, so he does.
I excuse myself to the bathroom, but right before I can get up, Harry kisses my hair and pulls me back into him. "Harry," I whine, even though I love the attention he's giving me. "I need to pee."
He frowns, then pouts at me, hugging me tighter. "Promise you'll come back quick and so we can snuggle again?"
If he likes snuggling with me, does that mean he likes me? I don't know.
Probably not if he's so insecure about our age difference.
"Yes, Harry," I say, a smile playing on my lips.
"Okay," He sighs as he reluctantly let's go of me.
I slip into the kitchen and send one of my friends a text asking what to do to make Harry realize I like him more than a friend. I don't actually need to use the bathroom I just wanted to be alone without Harry looking over my shoulder to see who I was texting.
She texted back real quick saying, "tell him duh"
I roll my eyes, "you're a real help." I texted back.
"Kenny, did you fall in?" Harry jokes, and even though it's not funny, it's coming from his mouth which is enough to make me silently laugh.
I run up to the bathroom and flush the toilet, and splash some water on my hands to make it look like I actually went to the bathroom. I exited and groaned, knowing I left my phone in the kitchen. There Harry was, reading the messages on my phone, but when he heard me coming, he made it look like he was looking through the fridge for food.
I bit my lip, knowing he saw the messages I sent asking how to tell him I liked him.
"Harry.." I muttered.
He was playing dumb, as he turned to look at me with his question face. "Yeah?"
"Harry, I know you know, about my.. crush on you." I muttered, putting my phone in my bra, discreetly so he couldn't get it back.
"I find it cute," he says back, grabbing my hips and pulling me close to him. "Adorable, even."
That's it?
"Oh.." I reply, realizing he didn't feel the same.
"And I just want to say that I feel the same way- possibly more."
"That's definitely impossible, Harry," I tell him snuggling into his chest.
"Um, definitely not." He says in his best falsetto voice.
I busted out laughing and smiled at him for a while after wards, as I looked up in his eyes.
"What are we gonna do about the paparazzi, Kenny? Now it's not only what people say about me, it's what they say about you. And if they accept you or not," he says. "And your age, you're six years younger than me."
"Harry, there are so many couples- celebrity couples who have way bigger age gaps than us. Just to name a few, Tyga and Kylie; they're eight years apart. Beyoncé and JayZ; they're eleven years apart. Not to mention, Nicholas Cage and Alice Kim who are twenty years apart!" I argue. "I think we're okay, Harry. And if you care too much about what the fans say, then forget you. I understand you about care they say, but it shouldn't be to the point where you can't date me because of them. Any other guy, for example Jack Gilinsky- he gets hate every minute of every day for dating Madison Beer, but he's still with her because he loves her. I'm sorry for rambling, but you need to realize that nothing can tear apart true love." I say as a small tear rolls down my cheek. I'm frustrated that Harry has the audacity to say he likes me more than I like him, but won't date me because of our age gap and why his fans think.
"Babygirl, I'm sorry. I didn't realize how much I let the fans walk all over me. I won't let them tell me what to do anymore, I promise. I love you, so much. I'm willing to fight for our relationship," Harry reaches out to wipe the tears running down my cheeks.
I let out a sob and he looks worried, "Why are you still crying, baby?"
"These are happy tears. Happy because I've been waiting for this since I was eighteen. I love you,"
He lifts me up and wraps my legs around his waist, kissing my tears as he walks us to his room.
He places me on top of him with his arms around me and he's holding me, whispering lovely names like Sweetheart, Sugarplum, Baby, Love, and Babygirl.
I love him so much.
a/n:
hope you like this one :)
the position they were in is in the photo section.
& I didn't forget about you other guys, I'm working on them !! 💜
