Harry Blurbs

8 Letters, 3 Words, 1 Meaning

This story contains smut!! 

The warm August air created very little breeze for you as Harry drove you down the streets of London. Yet it was enough to cool you down to an ideal temperature, the loose-fitting clothing you were both wearing helping out more, as well as the soft air-conditioning Harry had turned on as you got further into your drive. Even though it was almost midnight with the sun having set hours prior, the cars built-in thermometer read 18 degrees which would have been way too warm for you to sleep. Though Harry had text you 30 minutes prior, telling you that he had a surprise and wanted to take you somewhere. So, he picked you up from your flat to drive you through the streets of London.

Van Morrison's They Way Young Lovers Do sounded through the speakers of the car, the swing vibe of the music left you both swaying along with it. Harry's hand barely left your thigh the entire car ride, only moving when he needed to change gear-which hadn't been too often.

Ah, we long to dance the night away,

And turning to each other to say,

I love you, baby, I love you.

The way that young lovers do, lovers do, lovers do.

Harry's singing was soft enough that you weren't sure that you'd heard it to begin with, but when you saw him glance at you with his lips moving, you knew he was in fact singing. You turned to him with a soft smile, bringing your right hand up to the back of his head to stroke through his hair. It was softer than it had been earlier in the day, a clear indication that he had washed his hair since you'd seen him earlier in the day.

You loved him, obviously. Although, you hadn't told him yet. Neither of you had spoken those three words that you longed to say. Your relationship with Harry was still new, what with him only having plucked up the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend five months before.

"Y/N..."

"H..." You sat next to Harry on the sofa of his London home, your legs crossed under you and your hands clasped in your lap. Harry had called you to see if you could go over because there was something he needed advice with. Though it was a little white lie, he didn't need advice at all. He wanted to ask you something. "You've got me worried, what's going on?"

"Look, I hadn't planned on doing this way, but after the past few weeks I can't not." It felt as though every hair on your body was on end, with your nerves skyrocketing. Harry took a deep breath as he looked around at you, pulling his lips into his mouth and closing his eyes quickly. When he opened them again, you were already looking at him and blindly moving your hand forward to grab onto his, needing him to feel as comfortable as he could. "Y'know I never thought that I'd be lucky enough to meet someone as lovely as you, nevermind date them."

A soft smile made its way to your lips, your lungs taking in a long breath as you tried to compose yourself. You were pretty sure you knew where this was going, but you were too scared to say anything in case it scared him and he didn't tell you. You were aware that Harry struggled to get his thoughts out in the open and you understood. That's why you didn't talk as he looked at you with those big green eyes. He was scared and you knew that. His hands were fumbling in his lap, his fingers twisting the rings that adorned them.

"It's been so amazing getting to know you and I don't think I'll ever want to stop learning more about you. I was wondering..." another deep breath, this time with longer and more audible, "if... would you-fuck!" He ran his hands through his hair and tugged at the roots harshly.

"Hey," you motioned for him to look at you and as soon as he did, his eyes softened and his hands pulled away from his hair, "you can tell me anything, I'll never judge you or ridicule you." You could feel your heart thumping in your chest, your nerves suddenly getting the better of you.