Harry had been on a break all this year. For mental health reasons that revolved around Liam dying and being followed constantly.

You were his childhood best friend, you’d been by his side the whole time, knowing his ins and outs and his struggles and strengths. And you’d been with him for most of his break, making sure he was okay, going on vacation with him.. everything about it often lingered long enough to be intimate. And Harry liked it. He liked being with you more than in a friendly way.

You both laid on the sofa in Rome, in your hotel villa. You were watching a film together, and he was stealing as many glances at you as possible, and so were you. Sometimes your eyes caught and you’d look away, but you mainly sat in silence.