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"I've Wanted This for So Long" (Part 4) // Harry Holland

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

Pairing: Harry Holland x Reader

Summary: When Harry admits that you're it for him.

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"Can I hold your hand?"

"What?" You turned around, looking at Harry confused. You were both at Disneyland – deciding to finally go and be an annoyingly cute couple. You two had ears, matching backpacks (Mickey and Minnie), and had already taken a dozen Instagram worthy pictures.

"I asked if I could hold your hand," he said shyly, biting his lip. You two had done a lot more than hold hands, but sometimes Harry found himself still asking if he could kiss you, or if he could touch you. You laughed, shaking your head as you held your hand out.

"You're such a weirdo." You said, intertwining your fingers with his. You two were currently in line for the Ferris Wheel, it was your second time riding it, but you had always preferred to ride it at night. The lights looked so much prettier and you loved seeing things at night. Plus, the fireworks were going to start soon, and you'd have the perfect view of them from here.

"Sorry," he said quietly, leaning in to kiss the side of your head. "You just – you still make me nervous." He said, kissing your cheek and smiling when he felt how warm your face had gotten. "we're next," he said, leading you up to the crate and helping you in.

"You're so cute," you said, grabbing his face gently and kissing him softly on the mouth. "Love you."

He grinned, his nose scrunching up a little. "Love you, too." You both waved at the worker as he sent you off. "I have something for you," he said, peeling his backpack off. He ignored your questioning glance as he placed the bag on his lap.

"Well, what is it?" You asked, a little unsure. You eyed the bag, you two said you'd save the shopping for when you two were ready to leave. Like you always did.

"Not 'til we're close to the top," he said, leaning in to kiss you again. You shrugged, settling yourself next to him and cuddling into him when he placed his arm around your shoulder. "Are you cold?" He mumbled, resting his head on top of yours.

"Nope," you said, wrapping your arm around his middle and pulling yourself impossibly closer. "I feel perfect. I love you, Harry Holland." You waited for him to say it back, but you were met with silence. "Harry?"

"I can't wait any longer." He said suddenly, removing his head from you and pulling his arm back to his side. He pulled the drawstrings to the bag open and stuck his hand in toward the bottom, leaving it there as you saw his fingers fiddling with something.

"Harry," you said, a worried sound in your voice. "What are you doing?"

"I love you... I've loved you, for so long. I... I've wanted this for so long. I've wanted you for so long." He shook his head, at himself, trying to remember what else he was going to say. "Looking at you is really throwing me off – like, you're making me nervous. But, I just love you. I only... I'll only ever want you." He finished, pulling out a small ring case.

"Harry–"

"It's not what it looks like," he said quickly, opening it. "It's a promise ring... not an engagement ring. Not yet." He blushed, pulling the ring out. "I just want you to know that you're it for me," he whispered, looking at you with hopeful eyes.

"Harry!" You said again, this time successfully silencing him. "Harry... I love you." You breathed out, sticking out your right hand. "Put the fucking ring on and kiss me, nerd." You laughed when he hurriedly dropped the box into the bag again and slipping the ring onto your right hand.

"I love you," he rushed out, grabbing your face and kissing you multiple times, pulling away shortly after each one to tell you he loved you.