"Since when can't you talk to me, hm love?" She clenched jaw.
She couldn't take it when he was being this... Harry. He wasn't hers. There was no possibility left for him to become her's.
Fake it 'til you make it.
She hugged him. Her arms wrapped around his neck as his slid around her waist. It made everything worse on her part. But at least this way he couldn't see the despair on her face. It was all she could do. Even if he knew this move, he also knew that that was her way of begging him not to push her, that whatever it was that was eating away at her was overwhelming, and that she needed to be able to handle herself before she could tell him.
This though, she wouldn't tell him. She couldn't do that to him. Ever.
"I love you." He mumbled in her hair. Her grip tightened on him, his words comforting but breaking her.
"I love you too H."
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"Please y/n/n." "No." "Please." "No." "Love please please please, i'm begging you!" "Harold, I said no." "I'll get you a box of vanilla ice cream sandwiches."
His puppy dog expression matched his light grip on her waist as she fell silent. "Hand me the damn dress."
He pecked her cheek and grinned in victory. "Should've just started with that, it's been working since we were four." He scolded himself.
She sighed, smoothing the silky ivory material out with her fingers, her manicured nails providing an endearing contrast. She hadn't planned on putting her 'best woman' dress on until the big day, but Harry could be a pain in the ass, begging for her to try it on for him, so she obliged.
His jade orbs widened in awe the minute her figure appeared in the doorway.
"Love, you look - you - you're gorgeous." He left his position on his bed to walk over to her, taking both her hands in his and walking them over to his mirror. Harry had always thought that she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever known. He had always been teasing her and throwing compliments her way, loving the way the cherry red would flood her cheeks.
He stood behind her, his hands resting on her waist. "Yeah? You like it?" She bit her lip, giving his hands a squeeze.
"I love it sweetheart, I can't wait to have you up there with me."
Her body stiffened, Harry noticing her change in demeanor immediately under his fingertips. Something flashed through her eyes, something he didn't recognize, he didn't like it.
"What is it love?"
She couldn't do it anymore. She couldn't be around him. Not when he was promised to someone else. She loved him, and if she was going to survive this, she'd have to let him go.
"I can't be at your wedding H." He was about to laugh, to tell her to stop being silly, but then he caught her eyes in the mirror and his grip tightened on her body.
"Y/n why don't I think you're joking?" "Because i'm not." It was barely a whisper.
They stood still for a few seconds, he waited for her to burst out laughing and she waited for him to say something.
When she didn't, he broke.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world."
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