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"Don't Leave Me" (Part 2) // Harry Holland

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

Pairing: Harry Holland x Reader

Summary: Harry drunkenly confesses never wanting to lose you.

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"Harry, how many of those have you had?" You rolled your eyes when he counted his fingers, holding up four. "Four shots? Harry, what the hell!" You laughed as he groggily walked up to you, throwing his arm around your shoulder when slammed in next to you in the bar booth.

"Baby, don't be mad. I'm sorry." He stuck his bottom lip out, pouting slightly as he looked up at you, his chin resting on your shoulder. "Love me," he whined, drawing out the word "me".

"You're a pain in my ass," you mumbled, leaning down to peck him lightly. "But, I do love you." Since the first-time you guys had said it, it became too easy for you both of you to just let it slip on random occasion. Harry would pop into the room while you were studying and just say, "hey, you know I love you, right?" or he'd be making coffee and you'd be sitting on sofa and yell out "harry! I love you!"

"I love you, too, angel." He whispered, puckering his lips once more. You kissed him again, thinking it'd be best if you went home and got Harry to bed. "Where are you going?" He whined, trying to stop you from standing up.

"Let's go home, I want to be in bed."

Harry's eyes widened as he stood up to fast. "You? In my bed? Count me in." He slurred, messily winking at you. You laughed, trying to steady him by pulling his arm around you. "You're pretty. Have I ever told you that?"

"Only everyday."

"Good, at least I'm not stupid."

"Harry, c'mon," you groaned, trying to get him to settle down and get in bed. "Please?"

"I'm not tired!" He complained, grabbing his car keys. "Let's go see the stars! Oh, no... let's get ice cream!"

You rolled your eyes, cautiously walking up to him and getting the keys out of his hands. "If you lay down, I'll go get you some ice cream from downstairs." You smiled as Harry finally began walking toward his bed, while simultaneously peeling all of his clothes off. You walked over to him, leaning down to kiss his cheek.

"You missed," he mumbled into the pillow, flipping over so he was laying on his back instead of his side. You rolled your eyes, kissing him on the mouth this time.

"Baby," you teased, moving to head downstairs, only to be stopped by Harry's hand tugging you back. "Harry, let go," you laughed lightly, not understanding why Harry was pouting.

"Don't leave me." He quietly complained, his eyes starting to droop as exhaustion hit him.

"I'm just getting you ice cream," you whispered, not wanting to startle him. He shook his head, which only confused him even more.

"No," he said, clearing his throat. "Don't leave me. Ever," he pouted, bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing the back of it. It dawned on you that Harry meant he didn't want you to leave him – in general. You reached your free hand out, stroking his hair back gently.

"I would never leave you, Harry." You said, sliding in next to him on the bed. "I love you too much." Your thumb reached out to trace his faint smile, and you smiled when he kissed the bad of your thumb.

"I love you, darling." It was the last thing you heard before sleep took over him, and all you could hear was him breathing slowly.