Warning: none
3.0k+: fluff, university!au (harry is a fashion design major; y/n is an english major)
| – | – | – |
"So, what's so special about this new collection? Don't you already have like three of her highlighters at home?" Harry asks, sounding genuinely curious and interested.
"New shades. I love the formula. I'm wearing hustla baby on my cheeks today, see," she says as she tilts her cheek for Harry who nods intently. "I like that one, it's like subtle. Makes me look like a glazed donut. I love glazed donuts," he trails off.
"It's my every day, go-to, I want to blind everyone I encounter on campus, highlighter," she laughs. "I've hit pan on that one I might get the mini of it. It comes with a mini gloss bomb you can have so you can stop stealing mine."
"Thanks. There's that highlighter I really liked, the one you put on my eyes before," Harry says.
"Trophy wife?"
"Yeah, but no, I was thinking of the pink one?"
Confusion sticks to them both. They stare at each other for a while, combining both their sleep-deprived braincells together to figure out what Harry was talking about.
"Highlight of My Life"
or
The one where Fenty Beauty is launching a new highlighter collection and the Sephora downtown is doing an event for it where the first hundred people get a goodie bag so Y/N makes Harry wake up at 6 a.m. for its 10 a.m. opening. The things Harry does for the person he loves.
-:-:-:-
"Remind me why you had me wake up at six in the morning and drive you all the way downtown on my off day?"
Harry's tone is chastising, which was amusing to Y/N when they were pulling out of their shared apartment, but now that they've been sat in the car for a while and it's probably the fiftieth time he's asked, she's a little annoyed. Still, she can't fully commit to being annoyed by Harry for too long. As she looks up from her phone, turning to Harry who's looking at her expectantly for an answer, his tired eyes sunken in by his interrupted sleep and his mouth looking all pink and plushy, she finds herself completely endeared by his prettiness and quickly lets it go.
Harry gulps down the rest of his coffee, chasing the dryness of the caffeinated beverage with more gulps from her water. He's watching her, and can tell from how her eyes momentarily dart to the right of her, that she's thinking of something witty to say.
"Cause you love me," Y/N pouts in a sweet, singsongy voice, the voice he's more than aware that she uses when she's playfully manipulating him into doing something she wants, such as, waking up at six in the morning to drive her downtown.
Harry's eyes quickly express how nonsensensical her response is though she still finds him endearing, which makes her press her thumb over his puffed, water-filled cheeks. "And," she continues, "because Rihanna is launching a new highlighter collection and the Sephora downtown is holding an event for it. If you're within the first hundred people there you get a goodie bag."
"Will Rihanna be there?" Harry asks. His question resonates through a single monotone note.
"No, I think it's just the store doing something for the collection launch. She does proper parties for influencers and celebrity friends ahead of releases too but, there's no way we'd get invited to one any time soon," she sighs.
