in which...

...harry is nervous about first dates and y/n still loves mango juice

In which Harry is nervous about first dates and Y/N still loves mango juice (additional part for tutor Y/N and Harry)

request: Hi idk if ur accepting requests or not but I love love love ur tutor YN and lover boy Harry blurbs!! How did their first date go?? Was she all nervous?? Was Harry sweet and gentle?? I love ur writing!!

I feel like Harry wouldn't be the best at dates, he just doesn't really get the concept of them. If he wants to spend time with someone why does it have to be classified as something official like a date or just a casual hang out? He can go out to a restaurant with someone and not secretly want to bang the shit out of them over the table; or he could have a night in watching a football game on the telly with someone even if he thinks they're the most attractive person he's ever met and doesn't consider them to be just a friend.

But with Y/N it felt different; she was different. He felt the need to give her closure, he wanted to. He loved spending time with her, loved wasting hours in the library and hiding behind tall shelves of books, wiping away all the dust by kissing against them. He could just do this forever, without a care about anything else in the world.

But she was in fact different, and she probably didn't want to do just that, he felt that titles were important to her and she didn't like being left in the dark. From what he's gathered so far about her, he knows she likes to be in control of everything around her and it reflects into what she does. That's why when she asked about them, he was already prepared for it.

"So are we just like, messing around?" The words "messing around" alone left a bitter taste in Harry's mouth, and the thought of her running them through her mind so many times before saying it out loud made his stomach churn.

He didn't want her to think he was just looking for a quick shag; hell, if he were he would have most likely already got it and lost interest by now. But not with her, he couldn't do that to her, she had a doll like face that made Harry wanna kiss it all over and a certain spark in her eyes that sent shivers right down his spine; she fucking drowned in innocence and he couldn't just take it away so selfishly.

That's why when she asked that he couldn't help but take it with offense. How could she think that he just wants to mess around when he does things with her he's never done with anyone else before? He doesn't lose track of time while kissing someone else when they're supposed to be studying, he doesn't buy anyone else mango juice every morning and waits for them before class for a good morning kiss, he doesn't whisper sweet nothings in another's ear when he gets bored and feels like smothering them in affection; he doesn't fucking want anyone else so why would she even say that?

"Not messing around," he shakes his head with a deep frown set on his face, "not with you, never." He swipes his thumb over her chin where he smudged her lipgloss from kissing her with a bit too much force. "Why would you even think that, poppet?"

"Dunno," she shrugs in his arms, biting on her lower lip, "never talked about what this is before, was just a bit confused."

"What do you want us to be, then?" He noses at her cheek, eyelashes fluttering on top of her skin. "Say it, and that's what we are."

"I just need..." she sighs dreamily, fingers tightening around his shirt, "closure, s'all."

"You're my girl, aren't you?" He gives her forehead a quick peck and pulls back to look into her eyes.

"I am?" Her tone is questioning and Harry wants to kiss all the doubt away from her face.

"'Course you are, pet." He nods, knuckles stroking lightly over her cheekbone. "No one else," a dimple pops into his cheek and it only deepens when she pokes it with her finger, "just you." Moving his head to the side, he catches her finger with his mouth and gives it a playful bite. "Say you are," he brings his hand up to interlock their fingers and holds it next to her head against the shelf of books, "say you're my girl."

She bites her lip, suppressing a smile and mutters over his mouth, "I'm your girl."

Harry doesn't know what to do on dates; where would they even go? Romantic dinners seem like a bit too much to him, and she doesn't look like the type that would spend hours in a posh restaurant over a three course meal. Movies are nice, right? She looks like she came straight out of a Disney fairytale anyway so she would enjoy a movie for sure; but then again it seems too simple.

He stresses the thought for days, because God damn he wants to take her out on a first date, but he's shit at stuff like this and nothing seems good enough. Her on the other hand, she doesn't think as highly of dates as he thought she might. So when she randomly asks one day "wanna grab something to drink tonight? I know a cute tea house down the street." He just about loses his shit because she makes it seem so simple when he's spent days thinking this over.

"Like a date?" A smile tugs at the corners of his lips as they walk down the hall, his hands digging deep into his pockets so he wouldn't allow himself to have them around her, because he knows she's not too keen on PDA.

"If you want it to be." She gives a light shrug and stops for a moment to throw her empty plastic cup of juice in the bin.

"Sure, pet," he nods with a smile, pinching her cheek lightly, "s'a date."

He gets ready an hour in advance and spends the rest of the time bouncing his foot up and down and pacing around the room. She has to take another quick shower because she's certain she's sprayed way too much perfume on to the point in which the smell is just obnoxious. When she gets dressed again, she settles for just the scent the shower gel left on her skin and waits patiently at the foot of her bed for seven o'clock to roll around.

When they meet they're both hesitant, because Harry wants it to be a proper date and Y/N just wants things to be as usual between them, so when he just settles for kissing her cheek instead of a peck on the mouth, she finds herself a bit pouty afterwards, but gets over it quickly when he opens the doors for her, to both his car and the shop.

Harry is usually so confident in himself that Y/N finds herself trying to ease his nerves by diving into conversation first, because she knows that he just needs a little push and then he'll be back to his normal cheeky self. And it works, because in less than ten minutes he's cracking jokes, some inappropriate which bring a flush to her cheeks, and some that make her stomach hurt from holding in so many laughs.

He doesn't drink tea, just settles for coffee, because he prefers the bitter taste over the sweet one; would rather just get it from her mouth later. There are barely any people in the shop at such a late hour, it's usually a lot more crowded in the early hours of the morning, but Harry likes it because he can see that she's not as hesitant when he lets his hands touch her skin.

And they talk, God do they talk, about anything and everything and Harry can't help but want to smack himself for stopping her from talking before by covering her mouth with his own every time they were together, because her voice is comforting and her words are calm, collected and so fucking smart, it makes him feel like a tool in comparison. He thinks that if she were to giggle like that in his ear, it might just give him a stiffy right on the spot.

She looks carefree and comfortable with him, which makes his heart swell; she's got a loose top on which flows in the evening wind, she wears a constant smile and just looks so beautiful. His hand feels sweaty in hers, but she doesn't mind, and he grips on tighter to make sure she won't let go, because he doesn't want for her to let go.

And he might feel like the ultimate cliché when he drives her back home and walks her to the doorstep, but he can't help but lean down, because he's decided he's the type to kiss on the first date. One hand rests on her cheek, keeping her in place and the other plays through her hair, while hers rest on his chest, soft fingers running over the exposed skin of his collarbone.

"You're my girl, right?" He whispers hotly and she nods quickly, biting on his lower lip. "S-So that makes you my girlfriend too, right?"

She gives a breathy laugh, pecking his mouth once more, "I'm your girl, your girlfriend, and whatever else you want me to be."

Harry runs his eyes over her face quickly, taking in all of her features and a light moan gets stuck in the back of his throat; God he just wants to ravish her whole. Giving her another eager kiss, he makes sure to keep his hand on the back of her head so that she wouldn't get hurt when he pushes her against the cold wall, her nails digging into his skin and a surprised gasp escaping her mouth.

"My girl," he whispers out of breath, kissing the back of her ear, before lowering his kisses down to her neck, "all mine."