the hollands ; reader imagines

Our little secret || H.H.

Pairing: Harry Holland x reader

Warnings: happy tears, Harry being cute

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The last place you expected to go with five British boys was Alberta, Canada. But Tom had been up north for Chaos Walking and when the trip was planned, you got a VIP invite from a particularly cute, freckled, curly haired boy. You and Harry took up the back-most seat while Sam and Paddy played games in the seats in front of you, Tom and Harrison switching off driving.

When you're driving down the dirt path and climbing from the car, your breath is taken as you wrap your sweater tighter around you. You and the gaggle of boys walk to the place where there's a clearing over the water, snow capped mountains dazzling your eyes, over the clear, freezing water. A gasp leaves your lips in the silence and each of the boys hear, looking to you. Tom, Sam and Harrison laugh softly, Paddy smiling to try and stifle the laughter.

"Its a mountain range Y/N. Sure, they're pretty but jesus... no need to cry over it" Tom says, ignoring Harry as he reaches up to rub your shoulders. They all would do the same, but only you and Harry knew the real reason he's all over you like a moth drawn to a flame. He runs his hands down your arms, rubbing them gently over the knit sweater clinging to you. You don't respond to Tom before Harry speaks.

"Its alright love. Ya know, you're that beautiful. More so actually" he whispers in your ear. He pulls you back into them, neither of you caring as the boys continue to laugh at the both of you and the fact Harry has to comfort you. But Paddy is the one to catch on immediately. He cocks his head, reaching back as the three other boys joke and laugh to hit Harrison's shoulder,

"Guys," he says softly, inaudibly, "guys" he says louder, turning this time. The three other boys turn to look at him,

"Are they... do they always get that close?" he asks, pointing to you and Harry. Harry is somewhat leaned over you, hands placed at your arms to give you both some sort of secrecy. But the jig is up.

"No" Harrison mumbles, "No they don't"

"Hey you two" Tom speaks up just after, both yours and Harry's eyes finding the little huddle. Tom holds his hands up, "What the hell is going on here? Are you two... are you two together?" he asks finally, his head catching up. The second there's no denial they know you are. The group erupts into chaos, each boy trying to scream over the other about how they should've known and why you didn't tell them. Harry grumbles in your ear before fully wrapping his arms around you, fed up with the clandestineness of your short winded relationship. You lean back into him, cross ing your arms to hold his opposite hands while you watch the boys.

"Hey!" Harry finally says. The quartet quiet again, the array of colored eyes locked on the both of you. With your hand still holding his, he opens it and gestures to the sights,

"We're enjoying the view. Sure, we're together and whatever... un-personal info you wanna know, we'll tell you but we're taking in the view. Can't we do that? Can't you divs do that?" he reasons. You lay your head back against his chest, snuggling further back into him. Each of the other boys nod, turning to face the mountains again.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry" Tom replies softly, all of them looking at the mountains with only swift glances out at the both of you now wrapped up in each other. Harry leans in to kiss your cheek gently.

"Sorry I ruined our secret" he whispers. You shake your head.

"Its alright. It's kinda perfect" You reply, giving his hands a few squeezes. He leans his jaw against your temple, taking a deep breath of wintry air, big, warm, hands holding yours. He keeps you warm, protecting you from the breeze that blows through. The quick glances at you both from your group and then at each other has them all looking at each other. Tom clicks his tongue.

"They are actually really cute together." He mumbles to Harrison and Sam. Both boys nod, agreeing with Tom as they watch you and Harry giggle with each other, held in each other's arms. The way Harry smiles when you speak, the way he kisses you, the way he holds you to his chest is genuine and heartfelt and beautiful and the boys can't believe they didn't see it before. Each of their hearts stutter when you look up at Harry, eyes sparkling in pure, unadulterated love. He has your heart and they can see it now, shining in your eyes as Harry tells you that you're more beautiful than any place on the Earth. And he means it.