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alittlepronetopanic · 10 months

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A/N: A new regular Jamie character means I've finally written something!

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Prompt(s): None

Pairing: Harry King x Reader

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 877

Hope you enjoy it! And as always, feedback is appreciated. :)

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The night air of Cannes was just as humid as the day, the little sea breeze not doing much to alleviate the stuffy feeling as you walked down the boardwalk alongside the boats as they bobbed calmly on the sea. The boat you knew so well was still moored, and despite you checking all day, Harry finally appeared on the deck. A bottle-shaped object wrapped in paper was gripped firmly in his hand as he took a seat on the decking amongst some cushions. He quickly opened the bottle, but even from a distance, you knew it wasn’t his first drink of the day and you were worried about how much he had already put away.

You walked further down and stopped at his boat, “I thought I might find you here.” you said with a friendly smile. Stepping on the ladder of the boat, you managed to let yourself up and you wasted no time to walk over to him and sit next to him on the deck. You placed your chin on his shoulder and the alcohol scent lingered on him but you cared more about the comforting warmth his touch brought you. Harry seemed reluctant to return the touch you attempted to give him but you stayed on his touch and though he didn’t move away, he felt tense.

He took a deep inhale and licked his lips, “Look,” he began, “I’ve been thinking.”

Your chest tightened and though you didn’t want to let go of him, you still did. “Right, I get it.” you replied as you gathered the small bag you had brought with you and stood up, “This is the part you tell me that this isn’t what you want.”

Harry grabbed your hand, “What?” he frowned, his eyebrows furrowed deeply but he wouldn’t let go and he stood up to join you and stumbled a little as he steadied himself. He stared at you for a moment, and despite the darkness of the Cannes night, the sea blue seemed to reflect in his eyes. You wondered whether the alcohol had taken away his ability to speak but he eventually put his glass down, making sure it hit a cushion rather than the boat itself.

“This is where you go on about how you’re a lone wolf and you’re better off alone so you could just...”

“Move in.” he interrupted. You were taken aback, buy you tried your best not to show it, the thoughts running through your head at 100 miles an hour.

Your voice spluttered, longer than intended but you couldn’t compose your words for a few moments, “What? You’re kidding?”

Harry shook his head, “You’re right, it was a stupid idea.” he scolded himself and looked to the ground like a small child who hadn’t got his way.

“No, Harry.” you replied but you knew it wasn’t an answer to his question, “It’s just, I’ve got a flat. You could move in with me, we could have a home, somewhere to build a life.”

“I prefer the boat. It means I can just move around freely, you know?”

You scoffed and took a step back, “You’re planning on leaving? Of course you are.” you said harshly and attempted to move further away, but again, Harry stopped you in your tracks.

“Don’t you get it?” he exclaimed, his voice was quiet but there was both a hint of anger and sadness. “If I go away on this thing, I want you to come with me.”

Harry stepped towards you and took your face in his hands delicately. It was strange, despite being together for almost 3 years, you had never seen him quite like this before. You never had the feeling he was one ready to settle down and even in the 3 years together, you spent a lot of that apart and most of the time together was only here in Cannes. He occasionally took you to Italy for the weekend on the boat, usually on your birthday as he was never into the whole anniversary stuff; though he did send flowers every year on that date, he just never liked to say it as from him, but you knew it was him as he sent flowers only he knew you liked and the colours only he knew too.

He smiled a little, “We can go anywhere you like. Me and you.” he gushed further. His hands left your face and he instead placed them on your hips and pulled you in a little closer to him. “What do you say?”

A smirk appeared on your face, and without any words you nodded calmly. Harry leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours, his stubble brushing lightly against your face which never bothered you and it certainly didn’t now. His kiss lingered longer than any before. Maybe it was the alcohol, but you didn’t much care because for the first time, you felt a connection with him you had craved. His tendency to move around frequently meant that you always wonder if he was fully committed or if he would ever come back to you and though he always did, something was missing; and though you didn’t know what that was, it felt like it had arrived.

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