Description: it's yours and Harry's engagement party.
tw: skin burns/sickness
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You woke up as you felt the warm sun beam upon your face and the strong arm of your fiancee was draped over you.
You smiled at the thought that today was yours and Harry's engagement party. A day especially reserved foe you two. You had been waiting for this for what felt like an eternity, even though in reality it'd been less than a year. Harry had popped the question a few months ago and wanted to celebrate the occasion as soon as your could, but with Harry being Harry it'd been impossible trying to find a date to finally have your engagement party.
You tactically turned around, so not to disturb your snoozing fiancee, checking once to make sure that he was still asleep. You gently moved his arm off of you and sat up in bed. You stretched your arms as you quietly yawned, and then leant over to apply some hand cream. As you placed the, lemon scented, hand cream bottle back onto the bedside table you felt an arm sling round your waist and pull you closer to a warm chest.
"Morning love." You smiled into his warm embrace.
"Morning beautiful. " Harry said in his rugged morning voice. He kissed you on the back of your head and you sighed in comfort, whilst he snuggled tightly back into you.
"Sorry if I woke you up." You apologised. "I tried to be as quiet as possible." You defended yourself as you start fiddling with his hands.
"You were as quiet as a mouse, but it was the lack of you that woke me up." You lightly laughed at how cheesy he was being for first thing in the morning. You manoeuvred yourself around so you're now facing Harry, his hypnotic green eyes staring into yours.
He was so beautiful. Eyes like a deep forest where you could get lost in. His freckles all soft and placed perfectly, putting Banksy's art to shame. The light highlighting the golden wisps of hair that had caught the sun. You were lucky he was yours.
"Hi."
"Hi." Harry replied, giving you a kiss on your forehead. You closed your eyes and smiled at the gentle gesture. You kept your eyes closed, heavily sighing as your mind began to race. "Hey? Hey what's up? " He asked, pulling your chin up slightly so he could meet your unhappy face. You opened your eyes to see him giving you the knowing look of 'I know something's wrong.'
"I—" You were cut off by your phone ringing. You groaned as you had to turn around to grab it off the bedside table. "Hello?" You questioned in your most cheery voice you could put on, slightly pissed off that they'd just interrupted you.
"Hi is this Y/N L/N?" You heard a man on the other side of the phone.
"Speaking. " You replied, jogging your memory to think who could be calling you this early.
"Hi! It's Ted from 'The Cake Company' calling about the cakes you've ordered for a party today." Your silence is a signal for him to proceed. "The cakes you've ordered for today are ready to collect now, if you want, because we had a cancellation and managed to start earlier on your order. " You sat up, startling Harry who had been drawing patterns on your bare back with his finger.
It was his favourite thing, caressing your subtle skin. He made patterns all the time, always making you try and guess what he was drawing. Sometimes it would be hearts, sometimes 'i love you' and, yes, sometimes penises.
"Oh right okay." Running a stressed hand through your hair. "Um, I'll be there in like 30 minutes tops." You said starting to get out of bed, your feet meeting the cold of the floor, leaving Harry lying alone in bed.
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Fanfictionjust get lost in a world where harry styles is the main character in your life [requests open]