hs: one shots

7. You don't know his family doesn't like you

He wasn't going to tell her. How could he? How could he tell the most precious thing on this earth that his family doesn't like her?

His mum and sister despise her. They think that since Y/N was poor, she was trying to get money. 

He hated how they judged her on her economic class. He was fucking livid about it. They had never even met her.

She had no idea that his family hated hated her. She got a little suspicious when Harry didn't want her to go out with him whenever he went to go see his mum and sister. 

She brushed it off every time she got that pit in her stomach that was never ending. She just thought maybe Harry wanted to have some alone time with his family and she understood that. 

She was embarrassed of her economic class. She worked so hard and Harry hated how hard  she has gotten used to working because of how she grew up. 

Hey payed for her phone services and he used the money he got to pay for her groceries and some of her clothes. He payed for his electricity bills and everything, even after Y/N begged ad pleaded to help. 

She loved to help people, especially Harry because he always did stuff for her. She was secretly saving up for a vacation, just for the two of them. 

Harry had always wanted to go to Europe, but never had the time. 

She had set it up to when she wouldn't work all week and she was going to talk to Harry's boss as well. 

She's been saving up for 8 months and she's almost there, she needs a couple more hundred dollars and then she'll have to set the vacation for them online. 

She wanted this to go perfect, she didn't know if it would, but she crossed her fingers and hoped something would go right. 

It was early in the morning when Harry was woken up by Y/N getting up and making racket in the early hours of the morning. 

He squints as he tries to keep his eyes on her moving figure. "Baby, what the hell are you doing up so early?" 

She turned to look at him and frowned. "I didn't mean to wake you up. I'm sorry." She hated waking him up because she knew how much sleep he never got during the nights because of his back.

"Love, I'm fine. I just want to know what you're doing." He looks over at the clock and reads it. 5:03. He internally groans. He'll never get back to sleep, but that's okay. He would much rather stay up until she had left. 

"I'm going to work."

"But you just went to work last night." He points out as she struggles to get her shoes on. 

"Just come back to bed, you work all of the time."

"I'm sorry baby, but I can't. I don't have enough money."

"Love, I already told you I would pay for everything you need. It's no trouble, you've worked all your life baby. Take a break. All this working isn't good for your little self." 

She huffs and looks at the bad under her eyes really closely. He's right, of course he's right. But she can't quit now. She's so close. 

She shakes her head and leans down to kiss him, and pulls her back to bed with him. She squeals as he tries to pull the covers over her body and then proceeds to take her clothes off at the same time.

She giggles and his movements stop. "Please." He begs.

"I'll be home around 5, okay?"

"Almost a twelve hour shift baby?"