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"It's Always Been You" (Part 3) // Harry Holland

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

Pairing: Harry Holland x Reader

Summary: When Harry reassures you that it has and will always be you.

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"I saw you looking at them, Harry!" You yelled, shoving the door to your bedroom open, trying to slam it shut, but Harry caught the door before it could close. "I don't want to look at you right now."

"So, I don't get to defend myself?" Harry complained, rolling his eyes when you ignored him, walking into the bathroom and taking off your earrings. "You're fucking kidding, right?" Again, you gave him no response. You pinned your hair up, grabbing your face wash and turning on the cold water. You breathed in deeply, rolling your head back and exhaling. "We need to talk this out."

"No, we don't. You can fucking leave me alone."

"I wasn't looking at them!"

"You really think I'm stupid?" You glared at him, both of you seemingly having a staring contest but not doing anything. You eventually gave up, starting to wash your face while Harry just slouched his shoulders and changed into his pajamas. He waited until you were done with your routine – figuring it would be better to give you space. When you walked out, he walked in to brush his teeth with the spare toothbrush he kept at your place.

"Why would I even be looking at anyone else?" He muttered, shaking his head to himself as he looked at himself in the mirror. You, on the other hand, climbed into bed after taking off your clothes and exchanging them for something a lot more comfortable. Harry walked out after turning off the light and climbed into bed next to you.

"What are you doing?" You asked, shoving him away from you.

"You're not serious." He breathed out, trying to calm himself down.

"Dead. Serious." You deadpanned. "I'm only letting you stay over because you've been drinking, and I don't feel like driving you to your house." You waited for him to get out of bed. He rolled his eyes, not having the energy to fight you anymore. He grabbed the pillow he was using and walked out.

"Goodnight." Was all he said. Not even an "I love you". You shouldn't have expected him to, but you did. And you were a little hurt that he didn't say it. You tried to shrug it off, reaching over to turn off the light. You flipped onto your side and closed your eyes, trying to force yourself to sleep.

You tossed and turned, not being able to shake Harry not saying he loved you out of your mind. You hadn't even noticed that you were crying until your face shifted on the pillow and you felt the wet stain on it. "Fuck." You muttered, throwing the blanket off of you and walking toward the door. You opened it, seeing a faint light on in the living room – the television. You tiptoed into the room, frowning when you saw Harry sitting up with the blanket draped over him. "Harry?" You whispered.

He turned around, seeing you, then turned to face the TV again. "What?" He answered, not giving you any type of emotion. Which just made you feel worse. He could have sworn that he heard you sniffle, but he still refused to turn around. "What do you need?" He didn't mean for his voice to come out so stiff, but he didn't know what kind of reaction he was getting from you.

"U-uh, I just... I love you, Harry. I forgot to say it, before you said goodnight. I love you." Your voice came out soft, and you turned back around quickly, trying to go back to your room as fast as you could. You stopped suddenly, feeling Harry's hand wrap around your wrist.

"Hey," he whispered, causing you to turn around. You sniffled again, and this time Harry knew he wasn't just hearing it. "Hey," he said again, forcing you to look at him. "I love you. Is that why you're crying? Because I didn't say it?"

You just shrugged, bringing your hand up to wipe your tears away.

"Darling," he breathed out, pulling you against him. "I love you." He relaxed when your arms wrapped around him. "Of course, I love you. I'm sorry, baby." He kissed your forehead, rubbing your back gently. "It's always been you, you know that, right? It will always be you." He whispered. He smiled when you nodded against him. He pulled away from you slightly. "Good," he leaned down, kissing you softly. "Can I sleep next to you now?" He smiled against your lips when you nodded.

"I love you," you breathed out again, when he wrapped his arms around you in your bed that night.

"I love you, too. Always."