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It’s You

A/N: Just a quick little something for @harry-on-broadway ‘s Short n' Sweet Fic Challenge. Enjoy! Xx

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It had been over five years since you saw him last. The end of May in 2019, to be exact. 

Back then he was dressed in all white with pale pink glasses covering his eyes and a lazy smirk that could’ve either wrecked you or cured you, in the moment you couldn’t be sure. 

A bumped arm, a spilled drink and an introduction… his hand lingering in yours a beat longer than all the others while you offered your name. 

“Hello m’Harry.” 

His words, slightly slurred, hit your senses with an intoxicating mix of mint and tequila. But it was his intense eye contact that made you go weak in the knees, zeroing in on you like you were the only one in the room. And for the next five minutes, you were convinced maybe somehow, magically, you were.

“Do we know each other?” He hummed inquisitively, not-so-subtly leaning into you, the shaded swallows etched into his skin practically begging to be let out from the deep cut of his tank. 

With a smile you shook your head no, figuring that would be easier than trying to find words in the midst of your heartbeat pounding in your throat.

“Oh…” He was blushing, probably from the liquor in his glass, with that same smirk dug into the corner of his lips.

That smirk. Definitely wreck me.

He asked where you were from next, which turned out to be merely a ten minute walk from his home’s doorstep. You asked him if he was enjoying Rome, and he asked you the same in return. And when he paused, his pink lips pressing together and then tilting to the side, you couldn’t help but wonder what he was about to ask you next.

But that’s when someone approached him from behind. Then another. And another until he got pulled away to the opposite side of the room. Then to the stage. Then through the backdoor and out of your world completely. A world you had once believed to be small, but was in fact the opposite when you never saw each other again.

Until today.

Alessandro’s very first Valentino runway show at Paris Fashion Week had brought out a crowd, everyone eager to support his debut. In the weeks prior, you had heard rumblings here and there about a possible appearance from his infamous long time close friend. But you brushed the gossip and your high hopes away.

The world was far too big.

Until it wasn’t.

You could feel his energy when he walked in the room, the same magnetic draw you had felt five years before. Every single gaze noticed the burnt orange sweater with the delicate blue ruffle around his neck and wrists that fit him like art. He was effortlessly gorgeous, grown in a way only life and time passing could explain. Not a single camera, phone or eye in the room was focused on anything else. 

But you, in the midst of your anxious, elevated pulse and your gradually rising body heat, caught something not many others did… the eager shuffle of his feet and the forward slump of his shoulders had you certain he didn’t want any of the attention to begin with, assuming if he could be wearing an invisibility cloak he would.

And suddenly, all at once, it was you who wished you could flex invisibility when you realized every one of his steps was bringing him closer to where you were standing. And closer. And so close that he nearly walked straight into you before his lowered head snapped up to stop himself.

He paused, biting his lip for a moment before his mouth parted.

“It’s you…”

And then he breathed your name, assuring you he was not mistaking you for someone else.

Heat flooded to your cheeks and your fingertips went numb, certain you now knew what a heart attack felt like. 

“Uh— It’s.. me!” You blurted, chaotic flailing of your hands out to your sides, and then immediately wishing you could stuff the embarrassing response straight back where it came from. 

But his grin grew into a genuine toothy smile and his arms lifted as he closed the gap between your bodies in a gentle hug. 

You were immediately flustered. He was… so warm, and soft… and… his torso solid as a rock while pressed against yours. You stepped back quickly, hoping he couldn’t feel the thundering drum of your heart. But you didn’t get far when his hand lingered on your waistline.

“How’re you? You look well.” His eyes were shaded by brown sunglasses, which helped soothe the intensity of his eye contact. At least that's what you begged yourself to believe.

“Thank you.” You weren’t sure if you were shouting or whispering. “You look… phenomenal as well. I mean! I don’t— you do. Just you…”

Your cheeks were on fire, his amused giggle that slipped through his parted lips only fanning the flame.

“Thank you.” He paused, his adam’s apple visibly bobbing in his throat. ���Um, you know, I’ve always regretted not being able to talk to you more at that last thing.”

Were you even breathing anymore? Were those stars floating around his head normal? You couldn’t be sure.

“Wh— oh!” You blurted with a nervous laugh. “Why’s that?”

He shrugged then, a coy dimple dipping so deep into his cheek. But he left it at that and moved on.

“Do you still live in Highgate?”

He remembered.

You nodded. He remembered.

He shifted his weight on his feet, one loafer to the next and his hand finally left your waist, feeling a chill run through your body when it did.

“Um, how long are you in Paris?” You mustered up the courage to ask and then begged the universe that his answer wouldn’t be only till tonight.

“Till Wednesday.” He swallowed again, his tongue poking out to quickly wet his lips. “You?”

You knew your smile was going to give you away. 

“Wednesday…”

But then he matched your smile with a breathtaking one of his own.

“We should—“

Harry. Hey Harry. Harry!

The chorus of requests harshly interrupted and your bubble popped. You watched him step away, politely answering one person. And then another.  And another. History was about to repeat itself until…

He quickly spun on his heel, turning back in your direction, his movement so fast your head went dizzy. And when he pressed his lips to your ear, his lips grazing against your most sensitive skin, shivers tumbled down your back and settled deep, deep in your belly.

“I, uh, don’t have my phone,” he breathed.

Your brow furrowed in confusion when he slowly leaned back.

“Sorry?” You tilted your head in response.

“My— my friend has my phone.” He leaned back into you while also pointing to a man with short black hair standing off to the side of the crowd. “Can I, um, can you give him your number?”

Somehow your brows managed to furrow deeper.

“No—shit…“ He huffed a laugh and just like that his mouth was at your ear again. “It’s for me, to be clear, so I can call you. If that’s… okay?”

When he stepped back it was you who was grinning, grateful for the change in fate this time around.

“Yeah, um yes! It’s okay.”

And then he was whisked off, just like five years prior. But this time… 

With a glance over his shoulder, his gaze found yours again, watching as you stepped toward his person holding a phone in their hand. And there it was again, just like before, radiating from across the room. That soft, havoc wrecking smirk looking your way.

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fail that test. get drunk and throw up. have your heart broken. burn your toast. be late to class. break a glass. kiss someone awkwardly. look like shit. walk into a pole. eat a pint of ice cream. lose a friend. fail, make mistakes, because that means you’re fucking living.

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Wembley (6/17)

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Harry backstage at Warsaw during Love On Tour © Lloyd Wakefield

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Amsterdam (6/5)

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Barbie (2023) dir. Greta Gerwig

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happy new year

summary in which harry and y/n celebrate their second new years together and y/n makes a big decision in order to keep her and harry’s relationship alive.

warnings mentions of smut, fluff

word count 1k

authors note short new years blurb until i’m ready to upload the other one shots. happy new years:))) cliché new years balcony kiss

“Another year with you,” you spoke proudly stroking the hairs at the back of his head. The clock hits five minutes til midnight as Harry sways you with the L.A city skylights.

“Surprised?” he teased bumping his nose against yours. The alcohol on his tongue brimming your nose and upper lip. Tipsy, he was. And happy. Tipsy and happy as the loud voices of your mutual friends play in the background as you guys took a moment to escape on the balcony. Very much needed private moment. With everyone trying to catch up with Harry since he’s been back in L.A.

Your feet are toe to toe as your bodies are close and you enhance the cool air together. Harry’s one handed rub down your forearm warms you as you speak.

“A little, yeah.” You admit lowly.

Harry’s eyes grow a size, “Oh really?” His lips curl into a smirk as he teasingly inputs , a little taken aback by the reply but not putting too much thought into it— waiting for you to elaborate.

This year has been hard on your relationship. Harry had been touring all year, and you were working where he wasn’t. It was scary. Scary because you never knew if Harry was going to act on your thoughts and actually text or call you going ‘I don’t think this is going to work.’ He’d be lying if he said he didn’t have doubts but you guys made long distance worth it. You stayed with him some nights on tour, and worked from hotel rooms until you would decide it was time to go back into the office.

“You know that’s not what I mean, H. It’s just been a long frustrating year for us, ye’ know?” Looking up at him as he stared down continuing the eye contact. “But we made it work. We’re making it work,” You corrected and he chuckled lightly. “I’m just really happy you’re here right now.”

He smiles as he listens your little confession. “I’m happy I’m here too, honey. And it’s okay, because I’m glad we made it another three hundred and sixty five days together,” He smirked, thinking his logic on how many days in a year was intruding. You playfully rolled your eyes and shake your head as he continued. “I just wanna take ye everywhere I go,” He admits pulling you closer with his free hand on your forearm but you pull back.

“About that…”

Harry’s brows furrowed. “Y/n…” He scolded as you smile pulling away from his body. Your moves making him suspicious on your next confession. “I thought about what you said to me a couple of weeks ago.” You said and he tilts his head still unsure. “Over the photo you were saying how you wishing I could be with you twenty-four seven. On the road with you and all that stuff,” You muttered looking up as you tried to plan out his reaction to you practically leaving your job.

“Yeah…”

“I decided I want to take a break from the office to be with you.” The words spill out of your mouth and Harry’s eyes widen, he places his glass down on the rail of the balcony, gently holding your elbows in his hands.

“Baby what? You did what? What about—”

“I thought about it! I really just want to be with you, baby. I do,” Your voice was soft and a chuckle breaks through at his eyes of worry and uncertainty.

“I don’t know about this, Y/n. You can’t just leave your job because of me.” Inside Harry truly didn’t want you to leave your job for him but he also needed you with him. He felt comfort whenever you were in the crowd in his view and their for his post-show pep talk. Everything was just one thousand percent better when you were around and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

15 seconds.

“But I can. And it’s just a little break from the office. I can still work on my computer. We need this. I think it’ll be good,” You and Harry’s relationship was your number one priority. You couldn’t lose him— he couldn’t lose you. Being with him, knowing he’s okay was all you needed. Your job was perfect to be down at home. You could always ‘work from home’ from a hotel room, bus, wherever needed be. Normally independency would be a problem but there’s been too much of it for you to even function.

“Ten!”

Harry’s eyes go back in forth between yours to see if there were some kinda in joke to catch. “You’re serious? You wanna— you wanna tour wit’ me?” Just thought of it had you both smiling like idiots. Harry’s eyes glow with the lights as he watches your lips move with the words, “Yes, I’m sure,” leaving them.

Your eyes dart inside, through the glass door, to see all your friends backs faced towards you guys and shouting with the Dick Clark’s New Years Rockin’ Eve on the screen, and the ball descending.

Your attention is reverted back to Harry when he pinched the bottom of your chin, practically forcing your attention to meet him.

“Five!”

“I love you so fucking much. So much,” Voice low and deep as he takes his other and let it meet your waist.

“Three!”

“I love you too, Harry.” You smile right before “One!” is shouted and cheers are heard, his wet pink lips smash into yours. Your stomach does backflips like you’re a teenager kissing her crush for the first time. Harry’s kiss is strong as the taste of his glass of lip gets into your mouth. You pull away, out of breath, smiling. “Holy shit— now that I’m thinking about it, an orgasm at midnight would’ve been way much cooler, love.” He murmurs dropping his hand from your chin, and holding you by your hips.

You laugh at his comment before pecking his lips again. “Happy new year, H.”

“Happy new year, my love,” he just smashes his lips into yours once more. Overly thrilled to have you by his side for the rest of tour and for the rest of his life.

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running buddies

summary - you and harry go on a little run in london with each other

word count: ~-1.5k

pairing: long-term-boyfriend!harry x reader

“C’mon, y’lump. Get up.” Harry tugged the duvet off your body, whilst you groaned in annoyance. “We’re going on a run.”

That’s how your morning had started.

A rude awakening and a run.

You and Harry had hiked up a hill and then ran along the top of it. He used it as a way to expel all his anxious energy for performing at Wembley.

The headphones you were wearing were blasting out One Direction songs, since your favourite music to work out to was their music. Specifically the album Four.

The headphones you were wearing were blasting out One Direction songs, since your favourite music to work out to was their music. Specifically the album Four.

The view from the hill was gorgeous and you could see over London.

You stopped to take a moment and enjoy the view. You took out your phone and captured a photo of the view, with the beautiful scenery below.

A second later Harry came and jogged up to you, pulling out his earphones.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Yeah. Just admiring the view.” You panted out, not understanding how Harry wasn’t even remotely out of breathe after your 3km run so far.

“Normally I have you for that.” Harry winked at his poor excuse for flirting.

“Fuck off.”

Harry moved next to you and you held up your phone to take a photo of the both of you and the scenery behind. Harry’s cheek was smushed against yours and you both smiled wide as you viewed each other in the camera.

Harry looked at you and you took another photo, before he kissed your cheek and you took your last photo.

“Love you.” He spoke, before kissing your cheek again.

“Mm. Love you too, H.” You smiled at him, leaning in to give him a kiss.

His stubble had not been shaved this morning, so you got slightly scratched by the dusting of hairs over his jaw and upper lip.

You hummed into the kiss as you took pleasure out of kissing him.

It made the run worth it.

“Run in front of me on the way back down?” He asked.

“Why?” You furrowed your brows.

“Well… ‘Cause.. I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Harry Styles.” You cocked an eyebrow and pointed a finger onto his chest. He caught your finger and brought your hand up to his mouth so he could kiss your palm softly.

“Fine. I want to have a good view on the way back down.” He smirked. You couldn’t see his eyes behind his sunglasses, but you imagined they were slightly dilated.

“You’re so gross.” You pushed your hand onto his face and moved his head away from you jokingly.

“And yet you still want to marry me.”

“Steady on, my friend. You haven’t even asked the question yet.”

“Not when you’ve just friend zoned me.”

“H, baby. We’re so far out of the friend zone.”

“Are we now?” He teased, coming closer towards you again. You let him move close until his face is inches away from yours. His oxygen became your oxygen.

“Mhm.”

“So if I got down on one knee now…”

“Which you’re not.”

“How do you know?” Harry questioned with a giggle.

“Because you know that I’d hate this for a proposal. Instead I’d want to…”

“Be in bed after a night together and it to just be so random and so casual that it would be perfect.” Harry nodded. “Yes. I know you. I remember.”

“No friend of mine would know that.”

“Lucky me i’m not just your friend then.”

“You will be if you keep forcing me on these early morning runs though. Believe me.” You joked, turning around to walk down the path.

Before you can get far, Harry tugs on your elbow and whips you back around to face him. Your chest hit his and through your gasp, Harry captured your lips with his and roughly kissed you.

You moaned through the kiss and held onto him tight.

You moved your head to the side and kissed him from a different angle, kissing him like it’s your last time.

He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours.

“You’re never going to be just my friend, baby. Yes, you’re my best friend, but you’re also my girlfriend and soon to be fiancé. I promise you that.”

He was going to kiss you again when you saw some people walking up behind Harry.

One girl of them had a phone, which was obviously, not so subtly, recording the interaction. The other girl was walking up to Harry with a giant grin on her face.

“Excuse me? Hi. Are you Harry Styles?” The girl asked as if she didn’t already know.

“Yeah.” Harry cleared his throat, sort of standing in front of you because he hated the thought of you being filmed without consent because of him.

“I knew it! I love your music! We thought we saw you from down that hill, but were slightly unsure.”

So… they were following you.

You wouldn’t be surprised if they had been hiding and filmed you and Harry this entire day. Including the heavy making out.

Your hand slid into Harry’s to comfort him, knowing how uncomfortable he gets in these situations.

“Can we maybe get a photo?” The girl asked.

“Um. Not today sorry.” Harry replied and you squeezed his hand in assurance that he’d said the right thing.

“Oh okay.”

“Lovely to meet you though.” Not.

“Oh my God. And you too! This is crazy aha!” She walked back to her friend and they started squealing.

You tugged on Harry’s hand and motioned for him to follow you. You walked down the hill in front of him, knowing he wouldn’t allow you to walk behind him now that those girls were back there.

“Can we run again, baby? Please?” Harry asked from behind you and it was obvious he had gained some new nervous energy that he wanted to expel.

“Of course.” You smiled and began to jog again.

Harry matched your pace this time and before long you were back down at the bottom of the hill and far away from those girls.

More people might be on their way here though if they know that Harry’s been here.

Harry wasn’t going to risk it, so you walked back as quickly as you could back home.

Home came quicker than you thought, having passed the time with Harry with mindless games and random chat.

The comfort of home felt good. A similar feeling that Harry brought you.

When you were through the door, you hugged him tight with your face pressed against his chest.

“I love you.” You reminded him.

“I love you too.”

“And you don’t have to apologise for saying no to photos. Especially when those girls were following us. I don’t want your apology, okay? I just want you to be okay.”

“I’m always okay as long as I have my best friend with me.”

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Harry getting emotional on his first night at Wembley — London, Night I (13.06)

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Let Your Hair Down (chapter ix)

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word count: 866

story summary: Harry gets more than he bargains for when he falls not only for you but your little girl as well.

chapter summary: Harry finally asks you out.

warnings: Language.. and mentions of smut but yeah really it’s nothing. 

a/n: Shortest chapter yet. Honestly should have combined it with the last one but I didn’t pay attention and I’m kinda dumb sometimes. So… anyways short read but you know there will be more tomorrow! xx

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After dropping Thea off at school you and Harry made your usual route to work. Luckily the weather was still nice enough for you to walk to work and not have to worry about being cold the whole time. The sun shining brightly in the sky as you both walked shoulder to shoulder nudging into each other occasionally.

You were happy with him. Whatever you two had going was really nice. You weren’t sure if it was a friends with benefits situation or if that was a one-time thing, either way, you were still happier than you’d been with someone in well… a very very long time. You didn’t want to question it. You just wanted it to happen naturally.

“So I was thinkin’.” Harry said, snapping you out of your thoughts as his hand intertwined with yours.

“Oh God, watch out, the great Harry Styles was thinking.” You snickered, his unamused eyes glancing over at you before he rolled them. Shaking his head slightly.

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Let Your Hair Down (chapter vii)

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word count: 1,498

story summary: Harry gets more than he bargains for when he falls not only for you but your little girl as well.

chapter summary: it’s the morning after and Thea has an important question for you.

warnings: Language.. I curse like a sailor I’m sorry.

a/n: This chapter has so much fluff it makes me want to die… but in a good way xx

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The sun and the soreness between our legs was what woke you up the next morning. Your body ached but in a very good way. You rolled over and looked at the sleeping man beside you, a smile coming across your face. He looked so peaceful like this, his full lips puffed out with every exhale, and his brows furrowed slightly together.

You couldn’t stop your hand from running across the features of his face. Skimming his skin so softly. You wish you could take a mental picture and remember him this way forever. He looked so sweet and ador-

“Is this the part where y'murder me?” His husky morning voice broke your train of thought and your hand snapped back so fast from his face that he laughed.

His one eye slowly opened to peer at you, a smile spreading on his face, as he pulled you closer to him.

“Come here y'weirdo.” He said, still laughing softly at the fact he caught you being so creepy. Your face heated with embarrassment as your hands clamped over it, burying yourself into his chest. Which only caused him to laugh more.

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Matilda | Johan Cruijff Arena, Amsterdam - June 5

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now she's all over me it's like I paid for it and it's like I paid for it and I'm gonna pay for this.

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