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Building Harry's House: Love Of My Life

A/N: i'm sorry this one came out late but ficmas day 3 is here! tysm for your patience lovies! i love you all so much!

SUMMARY: With the world knowing of their once secret relationship, Harry and YN navigate life together as an official couple and everything that comes with it. (3.5k)

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn

SINCE 2010 MASTERLIST // Building Harry's House masterlist // previous song here! 🇬🇧

—2013—

“And over there—right up against that weird lookin’ tree—is where I had my first kiss,” Harry points to the path of trees near a stream of water.

It was the first time in months since the band has had a break long enough to go see their families. It’s been nonstop with writing and recording a new album, interviews left and right and performing in a different city every night.

So with the extra time they’ve spent with their families, Anne was insistent on inviting Penny and YN over for so much needed family time.

While the mums and other family members sat around the kitchen table and chatted the morning away (and told embarrassing stories about their children), Harry leaned over to his bandmate’s ear and whispered, “Wanna take a walk?”

He tried not to get too excited when she quickly accepted his offer with a small nod of her head with a breathtaking smile.

“Bet it was pretty steamy, huh?” YN teases as she playfully bumps her shoulder with his.

“Definitely above the PG-13 rating, m’sure,” Harry tucks his chin into his chest as he smiles at the sound of her giggle. “Yeh know, sometimes when I walk around here by myself, I feel like I’m six again.”

With that, YN breaks into another fit of giggles when Harry suddenly and dramatically lays down in the middle of the field, limbs spread out beside him like he’s making a snow angel without the snow.

YN plops down to lay beside her band mate and she closes her eyes with a sigh. It's been such a long time since they've all had a break from their hectic schedules that it felt amazing to simply pause.

“Harry? Can I ask yeh something?" She keeps her gaze above to the overcast sky, her favorite type of weather, and when she hears him hum in response she continues, "Have yeh ever been in love?”

She's not all that sure as to why she suddenly asks her question. It's just one of those times when she feels comfortable enough to ask her best friend anything. She's lost count of the number of times they've stayed up till the early hours of the morning talking about anything and everything that comes to mind: how to came to love music, who were their first crushes, what might have they been doing if they weren't in the band (a scary thought that they only entertained for a brief moment).

“Yes. I’ve actually been in love my whole life it seems,” He decides to answer truthfully. When he turns his head to meet her gaze, Harry’s eyes flicker back and forth with hers. “England is my soulmate, I think. I know every crook and cranny of this place. I’m in love with the view, the feel, the smell of it here. When I get older, I’ll probably buy a house here.”

YN smiles and turns her face to the greenery around her, letting out a soft chuckle, “That’s beautiful, Harry.”

Was it silly for her heart to sink a tiny bit when he didn’t say he was in love with her? She surely couldn’t have expected for her nineteen-year-old friend to be in love with anyone at the moment, let alone her out of all people.

If she only knew that he was stupidly in love with her since he was merely sixteen years old...

“Have you?”

“Have I whot?” She challenges, already knowing what he’s asking yet too scared (and embarrassed) to answer him so quickly.

“Y’know what I mean,” He gently pushes an elbow to her arm. “Have you ever been in love?”

“I don’t think so...” YN pinches her eyebrows together, feeling his eyes burn into the side of her head. “Nevermind, I take that back. I have and I am.”

“Really?” Harry asks in disbelief, trying desperately to hide his disappointed tone. “Do I know the lucky lad who stole your heart?”

“Yup,” When she turns to head to meet his eyes, she gives him a cheeky smile before touching her chin to her shoulder, “S’me.”

She laughs at the playfully disappointed shake of his head, “‘Course it is.”

She only laughs harder, clutching her stomach when he gives a wistful push of her head. Although he must admit, he’s utterly and wholeheartedly relieved at her answer.

—2020—

“M’not gonna let you pack my house up all by yourself. That’s what professional movers are for, darling.”

Harry’s voice comes from the bathroom connected to the master bedroom. YN sits with her legs criss crossed on his bed, fidgeting away at the rings scattered along her fingers.

Harry’s packing some of his stuff as he prepares to head over to LA to start filming his new movie Don’t Worry Darling. He’s going to be staying there for a couple of weeks while she'll stay back a few days to help pack and sell his beloved London house.

Harry and YN both lay on the couch together in her home in LA. She lays on her side, her back towards the back of the couch with Harry resting his head in the crook of her left arm while she holds and reads her book with the other. His arms are wrapped around her middle section with their legs tangled out in the rest of the couch.

While Harry naps, YN has been gently carding her fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp. She’ll occasionally retrieve her hand away in order to turn the pages of the book.

"Hi, baby," YN gives him a soft smile as she continues to massage his scalp. An action that has him humming back in satisfaction with a sleepy smile of his own.

"Hi," He mumbles still in his sleep-induced state. As he snuggles further into her, he kisses her shoulder before digging his face into the crook of her neck.

YN suddenly gets deja vu at this, well more like deja vu in reverse when the two were merely nineteen years old and she couldn't seem to take a well-needed nap in an airport private waiting area. When Harry offered her his arm to cuddle into him, she was hesitant as she's never done something like that before, let alone be fond of physical touch in general.

But she was desperate to fall asleep and he eased her into it, letting her come to him and adjust herself close to him as she saw fit. The two teenagers were woken up not even an hour later and found themselves cuddled like a couple. Her face was snuggled deep into the crook of his neck while his arms were fully and securely wrapped around her.

It was the first of many late night cuddles and the first of her baby steps into becoming more physically affectionate—well at least toward Harry, but growth nonetheless. He's shown her so many things and has exposed her to aspects of life she'd never even thought to dream of. If someone were to tell her 10 years ago that she'd be officially in a relationship with Harry, cuddled up with him on her couch, falling head over heels in love with him, she would have laughed in their face and told them to fuck off before her knees going weak at the thought of their life together.

But out of everything he's been able to guide, teach, and show her things about herself, the one that sticks out the most is to let her feel her emotions. For far too long, she has suppressed her true feelings; whether that be keeping on her media-trained mask during nasty interviews, holding on to the truth about her father for so many years, or her deep love for her band mate. In more ways than she can possibly count, he's made her comfortable enough to say what she wants to say and feel her love even if it makes her uncomfortable at first. Maybe that's why she says what she wants next without giving it a second thought.

“Move in with me.”

YN feels his breathing on the column of her neck come to a pause. She can tell that it takes him a second to process her words in his sleepy state as he lifts himself up a bit to be able to fully look at her, “What?”

“I want you to live here. With me. Officially,” Harry just continues to blink up at his love with his slightly puffy eyes from his nap. “I mean unless you don’t want to, of course. That’s completely alright if yeh don't. I was just thinking,” He raises himself up on his elbow, a smirk forming on his lips.

Harry leans up over her and presses his lips to hers, silencing his girlfriend of her rambles.

“Yes,” He says against her lips. "I wanna be your official roomie," Harry smiles at the giggle that bubbles past her soft lips. He wonders if he's still asleep or living in a daydream of some sort, “I love you, YN.”

“I love you more, Harry.”

“I adore you.”

“Don’t make me take back me offer.”

“I just want to help pack the small stuff then. Don’t like the idea of people snooping around your things.”

Harry’s head peaks out of the doorframe and he gives her a pointed look, “Really?”

“Whot?”

“Whot?” Harry teases back. “What’s the real reason you want to do it y’self?”

“It’s just," YN mindlessly draws random shapes on the comforter with her finger, "That house has a lot of memories in it. Memories that we made together. Whether when we were ‘together’ or not. I at least want to help in saying goodbye to it s'all.”

“Aw, baby. Why are you getting all sentimental about a house? M’right here.”

“Don’t patronize me,” She laughs, swatting his hands away from her face. “You don’t feel sad about leaving a place you lived in for so many years?”

Harry gives his love a gentle smile at her words. He pads his way over to her and makes himself comfortable next to her on the bed.

“Well, before I didn’t. Remember how I told you that I didn’t even really live in it until you, honestly. And, yeah I am kind of sad to leave it because we’ve made a lot of memories in her but,” The dimples begin to dig into his cheeks in a smile, “I think my excitement and happiness outweigh the memories we’re gonna make over there. We’re officially going to be living together. No more sleepovers. No more having to live without something we forgot back at our own homes. And all those memories are gonna live and stay in m’heart, not in these four walls. And I don’t see us leaving London indefinitely. We still got our seasonal home here that we can go back to whenever you want.”

“S’just, I remember yeh saying how England was your soulmate. The love of yeh life and all tha’, you know?”

Harry tilts his head to meet his shoulder in a shrug, “S’just coordinates to me now.”

As scary as it might seem, it surprises the two of them at how truthful his words are. England has always been a safe space for Harry but as the years go by, he finds himself finding that same comfort—and then some—somewhere else; or someone else, more like. There’s no denying the fact that earlier that year at Jonny's place on New Years day shoved the couple into the public eye with the brightest spotlight either one has ever experienced before. With traveling for his job, Harry doesn’t know his land’s creases and ends as much as he used to; it's all a part of growing up, he guesses.

“[The album is] named after the Japanese pop pioneer [Haruomi] Hosono, who had an album in the ‘70s called Hosono House. I immediately started thinking about what Harry’s House might look like. It took time for me to realize that the house wasn’t a geographical location, it was an internal thing,” Harry smiles to himself at the thought of YN being his home. As cheesy as that sounds, it just feels wrong to picture another place in this world where he feels the most safe, the most secure, and the most loved.

“When I applied that concept to the songs we were making here, everything took on new meaning. Imagine it’s a day in my house or a day in my mind. What do I go through? I’m playing fun music. I’m playing sad music. I’m playing this, I’m playing that. I have doubts. I’m feeling stuff. And it’s all mine. This is my favourite album at the moment. I love it so much.”

...

“Oi, what’s all this?” His love’s words make him turn around with a smile, his dimples digging into his cheeks at her attire. YN is currently rotating back into her dress phase and she’s wearing a long blue sundress with a slit up the side to deliciously show off her toned thighs—a dress that’s been one of her favorites (and his) as of late.

“M’taking you out somewhere.”

“Where? We can’t really go anywhere since everything is closed,” YN wittily points out since they’re in the middle of a global pandemic and travel is very limited.

“Does a date have to be at a restaurant?” He playfully challenges her with a rise of his eyebrows as she approaches him, swerving past all the cardboard boxes scattered on the ground and eyeing the picnic basket on the counter in front of her boyfriend.

“Oh so it’s a date?” Her eyebrows pinch together with a playful shake of her head when he gives her a hum of agreement. “And what’s the occasion? An anniversary m’not aware of? That’s make me a bad girlfriend if it was.”

“Does there need—woman, just let me take you out on a date. Don’t make this overly complicated.”

“I’m a woman. It’s practically in me nature to make things ten times more complicated than they need to be. Or the other way around. Depends on the situation—”

“For fucks sake, baby just go get yeh shoes!” Harry huffs out a laugh, grabbing onto her shoulder and turning her around himself, giving her a pat on her bum to aid her along the pink carpeted stairs.

When he leads a confused YN past his yellow Ferrari, he basks in the way she lets out a surprised laugh at the two bikes he set up for them in the driveway. She lets him lead her down the concrete trails that lead to grassy ones near his home. She takes in the moment of riding her bike through the secluded area and briefly closes her eyes to feel the rare, warm London breeze on her face. After a couple of minutes of peddling through the greenery, they finally come to a stop. She looks around at what looks like a small garden. Trees keep the area closed off from the initial public eye as well as bushes upon bushes of roses.

Harry doesn’t dismiss the way she lets out a breathy laugh once she’s gently placed her bike on the ground, reaching up to fluff her hair and look over her shoulder to her love, “I haven’t done that since I was a teenager.”

While he begins to set up a blanket and the food he brought, he fondly watches her walk around the bunches of flowers, plucking a few and bringing them to her nose.

After sitting down to eat the small array of food and sipping on the bottle of red wine, the couple takes the time to enjoy their environment. The pandemic has caused the two to come down from their busy schedules the past ten years their careers have to offer them and do practically nothing. The time off has caused them to self-reflect more than they ever have before, making them look at their lives through a new lens of gratitude.

It makes them grateful for things they took for granted: the flexibility their careers have allowed them to have during this time, investing time in other relationships with their friends and family, and physically being with one another during this scary time in the world.

“It’s a bit exciting to be filming for that type of era,” YN gently swivels her wine glass as the red liquid inside swirls around the bottom. “I think the 50s are gonna suit you, babe. From what we rehearsed together, you’re gonna fookin’ nail it, m’sure.”

Harry mindlessly picks and twists at the grass there by his hands, “You think so?”

“Oh I know so,” She takes a sip from her glass after giving him a reassuring nod. “And you’re gonna have so much fun with it, too. Especially when yeh get on the set for the first time—like for Little Women—I was instantly transported into the 1860s. I was worried I would act too modern just because of how I normally act in me day to day, but the set pieces were just so cool and...”

As YN goes on talking about her experience in the acting world, Harry can’t keep his eyes off of her. Her natural beauty is incomparable to any of the women his past management team set him up with. Her hair was down and in its natural state where it seems like she’s pushing a curly lock of hair behind her ear every other minute. The tattoos scattered around the expansion of her arms complement her so well and they look exceptionally beautiful under the cloudy London sky. And her smile...he could talk about all the ways her smile manages to take his breath away every single time.

If he could stay here forever, he surely would without a second thought.

"YN YLN?" The use of her full name captures her attention and she’s instantly drawn into his green gaze. He looks down and smiles to himself before continuing, “Knowing you for as long as I have, I’ve learned my lesson about how to approach things with you. I know you and I think you more than anyone how much I tend to jump in feet first and land in a bit too hard. I know we’ve wasted five years hiding our feelings, almost three years jumping back and forth between friends and something more, and not even a year into an official relationship with each other, but baby, I knew I wanted to marry you for about 10 years now. You’ve flipped my world upside down.”

YN’s breathing stops completely at the mention of marriage. Over the years, the two have playfully thrown around the idea of marriage, mentioning how they want to spend the rest of their lives together, but have never had a sit down conversation about it before.

“Now, I don’t expect you to give me an answer right now. All I’m asking is for you to think about it, okay?”

“Think about what exactly?”

Harry hums out a soft smile. He gently takes her left hand in his and slides a makeshift ring on her finger made of grass blades and a small flower bud.

“If y’wanna be my wife.”

As excited as she is for the potential of being his wife, his partner until the end of her days, it terrifies her to no end. If this were a perfect, fairy tale story, YN wouldn’t hesitate to say yes. She wouldn’t think twice about her answer and should be flailing herself into his arms, bringing herself to tears.

But that’s not realistic for her. Harry’s right, he does know her. He knew that if he officially popped the question to her, if he brought out the ring he’s had for her since he was twenty-one years old and slipped it onto her finger, she would have had an anxiety attack. He knew that her mind would be racing a mile a minute and would not let her rest until she thought of everything her intrusive mind would allow before giving her peace.

She loves him and wants to spend forever with him, so why can’t she say it?

Meanwhile, Harry almost wants to laugh. Not at her lack of response of her worrisome state of mind, but of how right he is. He silently watches as the gears in her mind pump oil—she’s physically here, but she’s mentally somewhere else.

Knowing her like the back of his hand, he doesn’t interrupt her thought process but instead lifts her hand to press a gentle kiss to her knuckle, her shoulder and her cheek before getting comfortable on his back.

I’ve always wanted to write a song about like home and loving England and all that kind of stuff. And it’s always kinda hard to do without being like ‘went to the chippy and I did this thing’”

“‘Love of My Life’ was the most terrifying song because it’s so bare. It’s so sparse. It’s also very much in the spirit of what Harry’s House is about: I wanted to make an acoustic EP, all in my house, and make it really intimate. And because of the circumstances, it was made very intimately; everything was played by a small number of people and made in a room. For this song in particular, YN and I made it in between my home in London and in her's in LA," Harry holds himself back from mentioning that it's not his home in LA as well but decides to leave that bit of information out for obvious reasons. "We produced it together and it's always that much more meaningful when it's her being the one that's playing on the record. To me, it’s everything. It’s everything I’ve wanted to make.”

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