HufflepuffHolland's Writing Collection

"I'm In Love With You" (Part 1) // Harry Holland

(This series was listed as "Dating Harry Holland")

By Hufflepuffholland

Pairing: Harry Holland x Reader

Summary: First "I love you" Confession

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You groaned, covering your face as the couple of French fries you stuck in your mouth still dangled. "Stop it, Harry!" You pleaded, trying to shield yourself from his camera. "I'm literally just trying to stuff my face – let me have peace!" You smiled softly at the sound of his laugh, not being able to stop yourself. It was one of your favorite sounds.

"But, you're so pretty," he complimented, leaning over to steal one of the fries from your bag. You gasped, letting your arms fall to your sides, not caring that Harry had the perfect opportunity to take pictures of you (which he took advantage of).

"Did you just steal some of my fries?" You looked at Harry as he shrugged at you, giving you the most innocent look he could muster. "You're so lucky–" You cut yourself off, not being able to bring yourself to say the three words that usually followed that threat.

"I'm so lucky, why?" He teased, not trying to give off the impression that his heart was literally about to beat out of his chest. You looked at him, and, with the sun hitting him and that stupid smile on his face, you thought it wouldn't be so bad to tell him. To just open your mouth and say—

And then his phone rang.

"What, Sam?" Harry grumbled, sitting against the seat of the car and rolling his eyes. His brother had never sounded so annoying to him. You sat next to Harry, frowning while eating your fries. Not even those could lift your mood right now. "You need the car right now? Like, in this exact moment?" Harry just groaned. "Alright, alright. We'll be there in fifteen." He hung up the phone, not letting Sam finish what he was going to say before starting the car and looking back at you with a sad smile. "Okay if we move this party back to my room?" He winked, trying to make a suggestive joke out of it.

"Sure," you mumbled, smiling softly. You were somewhat upset that Sam had distracted you and made your confidence wane, but the other part of you knew that somehow, you'd mess it up or end up not saying it at all.

"Great," Harry yelled into the dark – the power had just been cutoff and all the lights in house had went down. "Mum!" He yelled again, trying to get himself to his bedroom door. He opened it, leaning against the frame, "What happened?" There was silence, until Nikki's faint voice was heard.

"Block outage!"

Harry frowned, knowing that if it was the whole block, they'd be waiting in the dark for awhile. He closed the door again and stumbled over to his bed, accidentally falling half-way on top of you. "Hm," he hummed, letting his hand come up and find your cheek, "god works in mysterious ways, don't you think?"

You laughed, pushing him off you and still rolling your eyes, even if he couldn't see it. You knew he could feel it. "You're annoying," you commented, but the way you struggled to say it made Harry picture a smile on your face as you did, which made him smile.

"What do you want to do?" Neither of you said anything. You two laid next to each other in silence. Harry jumped slightly when he felt your hand land on his chest, causing you both to laugh lightly. You let your fingers crawl up until they met his face, then felt around until your fingers were tangled in his hair, rubbing his scalp softly.

"We could make out in the dark," you suggested, half-way joking but for the most part, you were being serious.

"Don't have to tell me twice," he mumbled, moving so he was sat above you again, leaning down and kissing you – only to meet your cheek. You both laughed as he pulled away.

"You missed."

"Yeah, thanks. I think I got that. Let me try again." Harry moved down again, this time purposefully aiming for somewhere farther – this time he kissed the shell of your ear.

"You're getting colder," you whispered, tugging on his hair.

"Sorry – third time's the charm, promise." He mumbled, this time dragging his lips down your ear, toward your jaw, "Am I getting warmer?" He whispered, letting his lips linger there for a little while as he kissed you there a few times. You shook your head, causing him to smile against your hot skin. He dragged his lips from your jaw, to the corner of your mouth. "Hm, I feel like I'm a little warmer now." He whispered, kissing you there, then leaning back.

"Harry," you whined, reaching your hands out to him, "kiss me, shithead."

"How romantic," he mumbled, leaning down and finally kissing you. You sighed through your nose, your hands returning to grip his hair.

"Finally," you mumbled, feeling his tongue skim the bottom of your lip lightly. "Harry," you whispered again, feeling a bit of confidence in the dark.

"What do you need, baby?" He asked, pulling away to breathe, resting his forehead against yours.

"I'm in love with you."

"I – you, what?" Harry pulled away from you, you both couldn't see the other's expression, but god – you felt like you didn't want to.

"I said – I love you. I'm in love with you." It was silent for a few seconds as Harry climbed off you. You frowned, laying stiff on his bed, feeling him lay next to you. Fuck, fuck fuck. The word kept wrapping around your head, begging to be let out past your lips – and then, you felt Harry's hand brush yours. You felt his fingers unwind your fist.

"Promise?" He whispered, linking your pinkies together. You wanted to scream at him, but instead, you nodded.

"Promise."

"I'm in love with you, too." He rasped out, turning his head and scooting closer. His lips found your shoulder and he kissed you there. "I didn't mean to scare you – I love you. I love you, how could I not?"

You smiled, flipping over and throwing a leg over him, straddling him. "Asshole!" You exclaimed, hitting his chest. "I thought I scared you!"

"You're the asshole!" He said, grabbing your hands and placing them both on his chest. "I wanted to say it first!"