in which...

...y/n loves sweets and kisses, but most importantly, harry's hair

In which Y/N loves sweets and kisses, but most importantly, Harry's hair

Harry is undeniably beautiful.

There are certain things about him that would make anyone think he's probably the most attractive man to grace this earth. He's got that boyish charm that pulls everyone in, he talks and everyone in the room just sits and listens; his voice is calm and soothing, it could slow down the beating of your heart whilst also bringing a tremor to your hands. He smiles a lot, and when he does it, it's with his whole face. The dimples in his cheeks deepen so much they could probably fit a whole finger, his nose scrunches up in the most adorable of ways and his eyes squeeze shut, only opening seconds later looking glossy and warm.

His lips turn into a raspberry shade when he bites or licks over them often and his cheeks resemble the pink color of cherry blossom when people compliment him. He smells sweet, yet fresh; kind of like a summer day at the beach – sun screen, sea salt spray and fruity cocktails. He tastes sweet too – but that's only for a few people to have discovered so far; sort of like toffee apples and mint ice cream (perhaps from all the gum he chews).

Y/N finds herself just sitting and watching him often. Watches when he's getting his suit fitted for the night, when he talks to others and laughs with his teeth biting on the straw of his smoothie, or even when he's just mindlessly scrolling through his phone. Could probably watch him do nothing all day and she'd still be enticed – he's just so effortlessly charming.

He notices though, and can't say it doesn't boost his ego a little bit. Can see her from the corner of his eye; how she smiles up at him while he's getting his face powdered and his hair touched up, he sees her watching him carefully when he's explaining something to the sound technicians that he would like fixed and observes him carefully when he's writing down something, whether it be in his journal or just signing some posters – she keeps her eyes on him at all times, and he truly cannot say he doesn't like that.

"What're you lookin' at?" He chuckles, eyes still closed, but knowing hers are trained on him.

"Nothing." She smiles sheepishly, looking away from where he's sitting in his chair and getting his hair done. "S'probably gonna rain."

"Should be fun." He shrugs, crossing his legs comfortably, his orange suit fitting tightly over his legs, showing his thighs in a way that makes Y/N ogle.

"It better not," his hair stylist interferes, shaking the bottle of hair spray in her hand, "didn't do your hair for nothing."

Harry gives a toothy grin, before opening his eyes and focusing them on Y/N. She's sitting on his dressing room sofa, wearing one of the large hoodies that he got for her from the merch stand, with her knees tucked up to her chest and a lazy smile lingering on her mouth. She looks warm and cozy – Harry wants to feel warm and cozy too, but instead he's got a rush of adrenaline running through his veins and a light shaking in his fingers from the coldness of the room; that's how he always feels before a show.

The last finishing touches are added to his hair, before he finds himself sipping from his bottle of water, alone in the room with just Y/N still looking at him from her corner on the sofa. Giving a light giggle with wet lips, he looks back at her, exclaiming, "Wha'?"

She just shakes her head with a smile of her own, "Nothing, told you." She bites on her bottom lip, eyes meeting his. "Just look nice."

"Nice?" He repeats, nodding his head and motioning towards where he is. "C'mere."