The Moment | hs au

You Are in Love

The package was small. Margo held it in the palm of her hand and eyed Harry.

"Better not be expensive." She mumbles while pushing her nail between the crack of top and bottom to open the box.

Inside, a silver necklace caught the light and glittered. It was elegantly shaped like an M. Small, but beautiful.

"Oh yeah," Margo sighs, "This looks expensive."

"Wasn't bad." Harry shrugs with a hint of a blush across his cheeks.

"Sure."

"Well I can't just not get you anything, you're a girl," he pauses, drawing in a breath, "I like this girl. So I got the girl something pretty. Like she is."

"You're cute." Margo smiles, "Will you help me put it on?"

"Yeah."

Margo pulls up her hair and turns her back to Harry, her exposed shoulders shudder in the cold December air. The chain slides down around her neck and the M settles just below her collarbones.

"Thank you, Harry."

"Of course."

"I'm sorry I didn't get you something." Margo says sadly.

"Don't, this is all just me. It's okay."

"I don't like you sometimes." Margo fakes a pout and crosses her arms. Harry just grins and his dimples dig into his cheeks.

"You're cute. You love me." And then it hit her.

She did love him. She felt that gut-wrenching feeling. She loved Harry more than anyone else in her life. Well truthfully, he's the only person in her life that knows her. Knows the real Margo. He has already shown that he accepts her, childhood and all. He's been by her side all this time. Even after hearing how damaged she is. He stayed.

"Yeah, " Margo whispers, "I do."

Without further hesitation, Harry bent over and placed a gentle kiss on Margo's lips.

"I need to shower." Margo says, standing up and yawning.

"But it's Christmas." Harry's says.

"What's that supposed to mean? Do you not shower on holidays?" Margo asks with a laugh.

"No comment."

"Oh boy." Margo says, chuckling. She grabs towels and fresh clothes while Harry repeatedly glances at her across the apartment. She smiles back before closing herself into the bathroom.

Margo turns on the water and sets everything on the cool marble countertop. Thrusting back the shower curtain, she steps into the warm haze. She can't help but smile, acknowledging that she, maybe, just maybe, might've found the one person who would stick with her unconditionally. It's exciting.

The door to the bathroom gently clicks open and Margo is pushed out of her dreamy thoughts.

"Harry?" Margo calls, subconsciously covering her body with her washcloth and hands. Nervousness grows in the pit of her stomach and she draws away from the edge of the shower.

"Yeah, sorry, had to wee." He apologizes.

"Couldn't wait ten minutes?" Margo forces a laugh, even though she's panicking. The only thing that stands between Harry and Margo's naked body is a thin piece of plastic and cheap fabric.

"I tried. The sound of the water made it worse." He laughs. Margo relaxes a bit after she hears the toilet flush.

But then her stomach does a backflip, "Hey Margo?"

"What?"

"Would you be completely against me joining you?" Harry asks with a shy note to his tone.

"Completely? No. Strongly against? Definitely." She says quickly.

"Okay." And with that he leaves the bathroom.

Margo takes a moment to reflect on what just occurred. Harry respects her privacy and wishes—she sees it even more now. He asked about taking it further when they were kissing, and now this. He's a wonderful soul. Liam, and Margo hates to compare the two boys, would never ask for Margo's consent. It was just assumed, and Margo let it happen.

Turning the water off, Margo squeezes her hair until it's not dripping. She dries off her tattooed arms and back before realizing she didn't grab any fresh undergarments. Deciding between her options, she opens the door just a pinch, "Hey Harry, do me a favor?"

"What?" He calls back from her couch, consumed in watching the Macy's parade.

"Top drawer in my dresser. Bring me some."

"What?" He says, seemingly missing her request.

"I need you to bring me underwear and a bra." Margo yells back, more straightforward because he evidently didn't pick up what she was saying.

"Oh."

She closes the door and hears him walking towards her dresser. She hears it slide open, then pause. Give a man a lady's underwear drawer and he'll get some ideas.

She hears him say something so she opens the door slightly and calls, "What did you say?"

"What kind? There's so many."

"Something plain, it's not too difficult, Harry." Margo chuckles.

She sees Harry approach the door with his hand covering his eyes. Without peeking, he hands Margo the times through the crack in the door.

"Thanks hun." Margo says, clicking the door shut.

She dresses and exits the steamy bathroom.

"How many kinds of underwear are there? Guys only have like, three options." Harry says.

"I'm a boy-short kind of girl. There are ones called hipster that have thicker edges, thongs of course, bikini types, hipster..."

Harry seems mesmerized.

"Yeah."

"I like briefs." He says simply, turning back to the parade on the television screen.

"What time is it?" Harry asks, looking around for a clock.

"Like, ten o'clock."

When Harry doesn't say anything else, Margo questions, "Why? Got a hot date planned?"

"In the process of planning one."

"What?"

"Do you like steak or pasta?"

"Oh, I—um, pasta I suppose."

"So yes, I do have a hot date planned." He smiles cheekily, pushing his curls off his forehead with a swipe of his hand.

"Slick."