...harry just really cares for y/n

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In which Harry just really cares for Y/N

request:Okay can we talk about how ATTENTIVE of a lover Harry would be? Like you'd noticed he'd always keep his nails neatly trimmed "s'cause I do t wanna accidentally scratch ya like last time love" and just little things that don't seem like that big a deal but make ur heart flutter and just ogle your bf

hE sooo would be!! 


It started off small with things that he didn't even notice he did at first.

When they woke up, he would stop Y/N's alarm for her because he noticed how hard it is for her to slip her arm out of the warm blankets over to the nightstand in the cold air of the room. He would place the cereal box on the counter, instead of putting it up in the cupboard, so she could reach it easily and he would move her house slippers to her side of the bed from wherever she had chucked them the night before. He started putting two sugar cubes in his tea, just how she liked it, instead of only one like he usually would, because he could never finish his tea and she always took sips from his.

Ever after he'd gotten a cut and couldn't tie his hair anymore, he still kept two hairbands on his wrist in case she might be in need of one (although if someone were to ask him about it, he would just say it's out of habit). He would pick the raisins out of his packet of dried fruits because he knew she could not stand them, but he wasn't that big of a fan either, so he just claimed he was doing it for himself, even though in the back of his head he was still thinking about her.

It wasn't until one day when she brought it up that it hit him. He was subconsciously taking his decisions based on her.

He had convinced her to tag along to his long day of meetings, because as he put it, "meetings are boring and you're not" so she was there, even if just sitting silent in her seat and hearing everyone talk around her, she still went for him. When someone asked whether she would like coffee or tea, Harry answered for her before she could even open her mouth, "Actually, neither. Could you get her some grape juice?" because he knew she wasn't really one for hot drinks.

He dragged the bowl of marshmallows from the middle of the table over to their side because he knew she found comfort in snacking when she was feeling a bit out of place, but said he was "kind of hungry" when Jeff gave him a questioning look for claiming the sweets so quickly (even though he only had like one of them). Throughout the day, he scooted his chair closer to her and had his hand resting on her knee, because she liked to play with the rings on his fingers when she had nothing better to do.

When Mitch asked if they were free the next night, Harry just shook his head for the both of them; he knew she had yoga at seven every Wednesday and he liked to be home when she got back so he could have dinner ready and Netflix already set up on the tv, because she liked to watch a random episode of Friends every night whilst having dinner.

When they were in the car on the way back home and she asked if he could turn the radio up, he did so and made sure the volume was exactly on twenty-four, because she had a thing with everything being in even numbers. He quickly zipped her jacket all the way up when walking outside because she always left it about an inch unzipped for some reason, and parked on the other side of the street where she would usually stop to buy one of those chocolate and coconut covered pretzels that she really loved, already reaching for his wallet before she even asked.

When they got home she sighed in content at how warm and cozy the apartment felt, because he made sure to set the heat a tad higher before they left, just how she liked it. As they sat down on the couch in the living room and he turned the telly on so they could watch the news, he already propped his arm under her legs and placed them on his lap, where they would have ended anyway. Without paying it any mind, he reached to his right to give her that burgundy pillow that she really loved to lean her back on and traced circles over her knee with his index.

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