Your parents have invited you and your boyfriend, Harry, over for dinner. You’ve dressed up in a little black dress and you straightened your hair. You’re now sitting on yours and Harry’s bed, applying some makeup. You’re looking through a small mirror with a stand, placed before you on the bed. You like to do your makeup on the bed where you’re more comfortable, instead of doing it at your vanity table. Harry walks into the room, dressed up and ready to go. “You ready yet, babe?” he asks impatiently.
"I just need to finish putting my makeup on." you reply, without looking up from what you’re doing. Harry makes his way over to the bed and plops down on it, causing the whole bed to shake and your mirror to topple over and you almost mess up what you’re doing. "Harry! You almost made me mess up." you say, with obvious annoyance in your voice.
Harry just smirks. “Sorry, love.” he says. You set your mirror back in its place and continue with what you were doing. Harry lies down, trying to move more slowly and carefully this time. You can then feel his eyes on you, studying you, watching your every move. You try to ignore him but he just won’t stop looking at you.
You finally stop what you’re doing and look over at him. “Babe, you’ve been staring at me for the past 5 minutes.” you say.
Harry looks as if he’s just snapped out of a daydream once he hears you talk. “Sorry, babe.” he says. “I just… I was wondering…” He seems hesitant with what he’s about to say. “Why do you have to wear makeup?” he finally let’s out.
You let out a little laugh. “What kind of question is that?” you ask, but you see that Harry’s face is actually quite serious.
"Do you not feel pretty enough without it?" he asks, with no sense of joking or playfulness in his voice.
"It’s not that I don’t feel pretty without it. It’s just that…" You can’t seem to find the right words to say. Harry just stares at you intently, waiting for you to say something. "I guess I feel more confident with it on." you finally say.
"Well I think you’re beautiful without it - I mean, you’re beautiful all the time, but, I wish you didn’t have to put makeup on in order to feel more confident about yourself." Harry says.
You blush, even though you’re not sure if Harry’s just trying to flatter you. But he does seem pretty serious. “You’re very sweet, bug.”
"I mean it, Y/N. You don’t need to wear makeup to feel prettier because you’re honestly the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in my life and you better believe me." he says.
You look away from him and all you can do is just smile. “I do believe you.” you say.
"Good." Harry crawls over to you and begins gathering up your makeup stuff. "Now, let’s get rid of these." he says, as he gets off the bed and places your belongings on the top of the drawer.
"What are you doing?" you ask.
"We can’t have those on the bed with what we’re about to do." Harry says, with a smug look on his face.
You get the hint. “Babe, we don’t have time for this. We have to go to dinner -” you begin to say, but Harry shuts you up by pressing his lips against yours.
He lays you down on your back. “I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I walked into this room.” he says, with his lips still in contact with yours. You don’t want to be late for dinner, you want to push him away, but it’s too late. He’s already on top of you, with his hands roaming your body. I guess my parents won’t mind if we come a bit late, you think to yourself, as Harry begins taking off your little black dress…