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my I request some kind of fluff where you paint harrys nail with pleasing and matching the colors with urs where he paint yours

-𝐇𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 || 𝐇.𝐒

Pairing: bf!harry x reader

Content warnings: fluff, talk about children/futures

Word count: 723

A/n: of course love <3 this is kinda playful Harry, I love him and I hope you do tooooo! (Sorry for the wait) masterlist

Harry was overloaded with meetings. I knew by the time he got home he’d probably only want to cuddle, or a bath. One or the other.

The front door opened and his bright eyes found me right away, sprawled on our couch watching a random episode of a reality show.

“Love, let me color your nails.” His voice echoed over the tv.

“What?” My eyes followed him.

“We’ve got these new samples I wanna try out, come on.” He takes a seat next to me and takes out a bag full of Pleasing nail polishes from his tote.

I smile at how excited he’s getting, scattering shades of green, blues and pinks he had.

“Pick one.” He pushes the samples towards me.

“I don’t get a kiss hello?” I laugh.

His eyes widen before he’s smothering me with kisses. Forehead. Cheeks. Lips. Neck. Forehead. Nose. Cheeks. Neck. Nose. Lips.

“Ok, ok.” I laugh, averting his lips to mine once more then pulling away.

“Choose.” He laid them out in his hands. I chose blue and pink and he grinned.

“Fine line.” I voiced.

“I figured.”

He got to coloring my nails while I went back to the show I was watching. It went on and on, but nothing seemed to make sense. Not when Harry was next to me to talk to.

I paused the show and carefully untucked my feet from behind me. He pulled back, cautiously watching my nails as my legs spread onto his lap.

Once I stilled, he continued.

“How was your day?” I asked.

“Fun. We talked about marketing and all that boring stuff, but at the end, they showed us some polish samples of the colors I chose out last week. They told me I had to choose out of the twenty they made.”

I looked back at the table where the polishes rested, only three of them.

“Brought the ones I thought you’d look really pretty in.” He said.

I looked back up at him, eyes going over every curve that showed how concentrated he was. The crease between his brows, the dimple he smiled when he was satisfied, and the ones on his forehead from age.

“Finished.”

“That fast?”

“Mhm.”

He blew on them before tilting them towards me. It was obvious he was more experienced than me. Since I was young was I coloring my nails with cheap nail polish that didn’t quite cover my nail, but covered nearly half my finger instead. Harry’s job was neater, not a single smudge was evident.

“My turn.” He turned aggressively. My legs fell from his lap, and as soon as the same polishes were in my hands, he stretched his legs on me like I did to him. “We can match.”

He smiled widely as I started with his thumb.

“You’re like a child.” I laughed.

“What? How?” He whined, a start of a laugh edging his words.

“You’re so excited about nail polish and showing me your new projects.”

“It only means I’d get along great with my own.”

“Yeah.” I smiled just imagining little Harry’s and me’s running around.

“Baby,”

“Harry,” His toe stabbed my side in response, making me flinch. I gave him a warning look and he quickly mouthed a ‘sorry’ before I returned back to his, slightly smudged, pink nail.

“Hypothetically, if we did have a family, how many would you want?”

I didn’t want to answer quite yet, too scared to give an answer that he wouldn’t like. “How many would you want?” I bounced the question back.

He shook his head with a smirk but answered anyways. “Seven. I’d want to live in the suburbs while our kids— Molly, Timber, Amber, George, Clementine, Kennedy, and lily— scurry down a block or two with us to school.”

Fear flushed me when the word ‘Seven’ bounced out of his mouth. He had to be bluffing. But I refused to look anywhere but his nails and the brush atop it.

He burst into laughter and lifted my chin up to see him with one of his blank fingers. “I’m only kidding, love.”

I pushed his shoulder lightly and waited until he settled down from his fit. Tears threatened to drop from the edge of his eyes.

“We’d only have six.” He said.

“Hypothetically.”

“Yes, obviously.” Snark lingered in his words.

This is too adorable !!! Made me smile so big 💗💗💗

type of kisses you’d share with harry - headcanon

forehead kisses

they’re always so intimate and full of emotions

it’s his way of telling you that he’ll always protect you

he gives forehead kisses when he can tell that you’re overwhelmed or there’s something bugging you

he always puts his hands on your neck or his arm around your shoulders

forehead kisses are also his favorite form of PDA, so there’s a lot of paparazzi and fan pictures of him kissing your forehead when you’re out and about

hand kisses

specially during long car rides

he’d kiss the inside of your palm when you’re caressing his face

he loves it when you give kisses to the back of his hand too

fiancé!harry would always kiss the ring on your finger because he just can’t believe you’re going to be his wife

when you’re eating together and he’s sitting across from you, he would hold your hand on the table and kiss your palm while you’re talking about something, smirking and giggling because he just finds you adorable

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