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could you write something about harry flirting with y/n whose a fan during one of his shows. like maybe she had a sign that caught his attention (like a pick up line or a joke) and then for the rest of the concert he kept staring at her and making little jokes/comments to her.

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wc: 2.6k

warnings: mild language and really cheesy jokes.

pairing: harry styles x female reader

today is the day.

finally, you’re going to see him.

it won’t be like the pictures viewed from the bright screen of your phone, it’s going to be in person.

you never wake up this early for anything- unless their name begins with harry and ends in styles. it’s exactly 4 am on the dot when you roll up to the venue and the bags under your eyes can prove it.

lining up was a confusing but once the workers started to hand out the wristbands it began to make more sense. according to the first people lined up everyone got a number, and thankfully you got a pretty good one.

once you got back to the hotel, you made sure to take a nap beforehand since it’s going to be a long night. the alarm you set wakes wake you up just in time to be able to get readying eat something without rushing. you shuffle your playlist named ‘my faves’ as you start doing your makeup.

canyon moon begins to play.

your nerves bubble with excitement, and a wide smile breaks out on your face. you truly can’t believe in a mere four hours you’ll be seeing the harry styles sing live tonight.

the outfit you elaborately picked out consists of a matching lilac trouser and blazer set with a matching lace bodysuit peeking out from underneath. you also couldn’t forget the iconic feather boa trend. the black feathery fabric hangs from the back of your neck and softly covers your décolletage. you tug your white hightop converse on your feet (such a y/n thing to do) knowing you wouldn’t survive the night in heels. especially in the pit.

the way you did your makeup makes you skin dewy and glow- the rhinestones that are glued onto your lower lash line shimmer. everything is going according to plan, and you look pretty hot- you can’t lie to yourself.

thankfully, you packed your bag yesterday. hand sanitizer, a few disposable masks, some feminine products, money, gum. anything that would be helpful for you or others around you.

and finally, your sign. not too big that it’ll cover other peoples view from behind you and not too small harry wouldn’t be able to read it.

it was something so cheesy. hopefully he will get a kick out of it and other people will too. you smile as you tuck it under your arm and walk outside to your car.

once the parking is paid for, you line up with the wristband sitting heavily on your wrist.

“this will stay on me until i die.” you think to yourself with a soft laugh.

some other fans in line make small talk with you, which you’re grateful for since you’re by yourself in a city you’re unfamiliar with.

finally, the general admission line begins to move. slowly but surely. the employees in the front are checking for your vaccination status or negative covid test. you get your information ready so you’re not fumbling around for it.

they briefly look over it before scanning the ticket your phone and looking at your wristband. quickly, they send you on your way to follow the rest of the long line down to the pit.

the arena is huge. you stare up at the ceiling, the eight ginormous screens hanging from the ceiling face the crowd in all directions. paranoid thoughts wander into your mind, “oh god, what if they fall?” but you knew they had to be secure.

the line stops as another venue employee directs people into their spots. they point to the barricade for everyone to line up.

no way. you’re getting barricade. your hand grips the metal so tight that your knuckles turn white. obviously, you were going to get it because you have lane one tickets and you woke up so fucking early, but reality is setting in and you’re so nervous.

the venue begins filling up pretty quickly, you watch people scramble into their seats from lower bowl all the way to the nosebleeds. jenny lewis plays a few songs before she tangos with a person dressed as a dog off the stage.

the music starts to play. it’s like a giant room full of old and new friends. everyone sings along to david bowie, olivia by one direction, bohemian rhapsody, and countless of other classic songs on the playlist harry must’ve curated.

the energy is so positive, everyone is so happy to be here. you couldn’t be more excited.

the iconic, but nerve wracking guitar strings begin to strum loudly over your head; sweet thang by shuggie otis.

the whole room roars with screams as the lights dim. spotlights fly around, almost blinding you as it hits a certain angle toward your face.

no way. no way. no fucking way. the band is walking on stage.

your eyes widen as this moment truly sets in. niji, sarah, ny oh, elin, pauli, and last but not least mitchell rowland.

golden starts briefly. the bunnies flash on the screen. you scream so loud and jump along with the people beside you.

“to do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without it.”

the girl next to you is completely sobbing, her tears soaking her mask, practically drowning herself with the wet fabric.

the chime starts again and the bunnies flash.

“to do a dangerous thing with style is what I call art.”

your eyes dart around as you struggle to hear what the man is saying next.

suddenly you see something rising from the center of the stage. the screams become louder than ever.

“oh my god!” you exclaim so loud as his fluffy brown head of hair is highlighted by a spotlight.

the girl next to you grips your arm out of pure excitement and you grab her hand for moral support. “oh my god! it’s really him!” you screech as he starts to sing along to golden. “i know! oh my god! it’s him!” she repeats over a few times.

you jump in unison with the people around you, screaming and throwing your hands in the air. he smiles as his eyes dart around, his lips pressing into his microphone. you can see his dimples from where you’re at.

he sings through golden as he walks around the stage, waving to fans and completely making everyone lose their sanity.

the song ends and he transitions into carolina.

this can’t be real.

as you dance like no one is watching, you raise and wave your hands as he comes around to your side of the stage.

shit, the sign!

you quickly pick it up to raise it in the air, his eyes immediately catch it. his eyebrows knit together in the middle, and he chuckles during his line and shakes his head. harry LAUGHED at your sign.

he finishes his verse, the music still playing behind him. “i’ll be back.” he says to you, loud enough so you could barely hear his voice over the music.

shock runs through your veins and you nod your head vigorously at him. he continues to dance and perform around the diamond shaped stage.

you let the sign hang over the front of the barricade so it wouldn’t get stomped on, one hand holds it in place as the other pumps your fist into the air while you dance.

he skips around the stage, blowing kisses to people and then carolina ends.

“thank you so much! our job for the next ninety-something minutes is to entertain you. i promise i will do my very best, but you also have one job and that is to have as much fun as you possibly can have.“ he continues his speech, but it’s so hard to hear over the screams.

he makes his way with his mic to your side of the stage again, “but before we continue, i would love to acknowledge this sign.” he stops in front of you, and your whole body heats up. “may i read it?”

“yes!” you shout at him and nod again to make sure he knows it’s okay.

he chuckles again as he raises the mic to his mouth, his laugh reverberates throughout the whole venue. he shakes his head as he rests his hand on his hip, “if you were a vegetable, you’d be a ‘cute-cumber’.” the crowd screams and laughs along with him.

you can’t help but laugh too, realizing how bad it really is. “wow that’s bad. that’s a real bugger.” he laughs again, making everyone scream.

“but i like it. thank you. what’s your name?” he bows his head toward you, his infamous smirk curving its way onto his lips. “y/n!” you scream out.

it seems as if he’s about to walk away, but he slyly turns around to face you again, “then y/n, you must be a banana, because i find you very a-peeling.” he winks in your direction, making all the air seize in your lungs. he walks away from your side of the stage with a cocky grin on his face.

the person behind you grips your shoulders as you stare up at harry. “oh my god.” you wheeze out in astonishment. the people around you are shouting in your face. you’re hoping someone got it on camera.

adore you then picks up right after that, he does his little shimmy right in front of you. is he favoring this side of the stage?

his eyes catch yours again, a small subtle smile forms on his lips as he sings. a rush of confidence burns through you as you blow him a kiss.

his eyes widen with theatrical surprise as he grabs the kiss from the air and shoves it in his back pocket. this man is going to be the death of you.

you watch as he glides from one side of the catwalk all the way down to the other side. you can’t help but feel crazy as he continuously glances at you while he’s running around.

then you see anthony pham, he’s clicking away as he’s taking pictures of harry in action. the photographer stops in front of you as harry comes around to your side once more, singing directly to you, or maybe he’s singing to anthony. it feels like the few seconds of him singing is passing by in slow motion.

everyone around you has their phone up, videoing and taking pictures of the scene unfolding in front of you. there is no way you’d hold up your phone and let it ruin this moment. you’ll be able to rewatch it somewhere tonight.

everything is so real about him. the green in eyes, the way his cheeks are flushed pink, the little brown curl hanging in his eyes as he bends slightly at the waist toward the pit.

then suddenly, he’s gone once again as he happily skips around the stage to entertain the rest of his fans.

you let out a breath you weren’t aware of holding. the people around you are screaming in disbelief,

“i can’t believe he just did that!”

“you are so lucky!”

“holy f&$!ing sh*t!”

harry must’ve known he stirred everyone up with his little charming display for you. throughout the concert, he innocently glances over at you but hasn’t interacted with you in a while. you can’t help but feel a bit bummed. even though you know you shouldn’t since you just had the best experience of your life.

the concert passes by so quickly, almost like every song is two seconds long. you beam at the angelic man singing on the stage.

the way he bounces around like he drank five energy drinks before performing makes you smile.

he speeds through the songs on his album, as well as the banana song and takes a break to go under the stage.

you make sure to record and snap pictures whenever he’s close to your side again. you hope you caught a picture of him staring at you again. just so you can reminisce later on, and also for bragging rights (and probably for your lock screen too).

during watermelon sugar, he jogs up to your side of the stage again. it makes your heart skip a beat as he stops at the mic stand directly in front of you.

he looks out into the crowd, waving as he sings and smiling. he’s so happy. his eyes follow the crowd in the pit down to you in the front, his hand reaches out to wiggle his fingers to wave.

you can’t help but grin so wide. he can’t see your smile from behind your mask but he can read your eyes.

your hand reaches out toward his, knowing it won’t reach but it’s the thought that counts.

the shutters of a camera catch your attention as you whip your head toward the sound. anthony pham back at it once again. this time with a mischievous smile on his face. you wonder if this moment will be posted on his social media later.

the rest of the concert flashes by and soon it’s time to say goodbye. before the last few songs, harry says his long speech about how grateful he is and how he loves to perform for his fans.

you can’t help but let your eyes fill up with tears from how proud you are of him. you practically grew up with him, following him since his early one direction days.

the insanity of kiwi begins. the flashing white and red lights and the amount of people jumping in the stadium makes the floor shake.

an insane idea pops into your head as you push your way out of the crowd to the back of the pit. you grip your sign as you weave and bob through the scattered people.

you watch as he does a smooth spin and then runs down the catwalk waving goodbye to everyone and blowing kisses. he trots down the stairs toward his bodyguards below, swiftly grabbing his black mask to put on his face and then running with them to the exit.

you grip the metal barrier that separates you from walking backstage with him.

he catches your eyes one last time as he runs past, then screeches to a halt in the hallway leading to the VIP area, almost getting toppled over by the large men around him. he reaches into his back pocket to grab your invisible kiss and press it to his cheek with a cheeky grin.

“you’re going to give me a heart attack, harry!” you scream so loud that your voice cracks.

he just chuckles and shakes his head, “i’m sorry!” he shouts back with a shrug as he jogs backward before spinning back around and disappearing down the corridor.

the band quickly exits a few minutes after him and some fans are already leaving to make sure they beat traffic.

your sign hangs limply in your hand, pure exhaustion is finally hitting you as you slump to the feather ridden sticky floor. all this preparation and it felt like it was over in a few minutes.

“psst.” something sounds from above your head. you let your head fall back to look up.

the photographer again? “hey. do you mind standing up for me really quick?”

you slowly rise to your feet, gripping the rail tightly so your wobbly legs wouldn’t give out.

anthony hands you a sharpie, “write your number on your sign and give it to me.”

your eyes widen like a deer in headlights. you go completely still. “what? why?” you question, but you've already turned your sign over and began to scribble it down.

“just for business purposes.” but there’s a hidden sound in his voice. almost sarcasm or a stretch of the truth.

you hand over the sign with a confused look, but before you could say anything else he thanks you and jogs backstage with everyone else. what just happened?

before you could ponder on that thought some more, you force your body to gain enough energy to shuffle out to your car, the feeling of cool night air on your face makes you feel a little bit more awake. you shuffle your sad music playlist as you drive back to the hotel, knowing you’re going to crash as soon as you make it through the door.

the soft bed envelopes your worn out body and you blindly reach for your makeup wipes on the nightstand. suddenly, a ding sounds from your phone and you wildly scramble for the device plugged into the wall.

it’s an unsaved number. is it anthony, maybe? your thumb swipes up on your screen to unlock it, typing in your passcode faster than you ever had before. your heart drops into your stomach, your gut wrenches and twists from the familiar writing. 

unknown sender: Hi, guess who.

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A/N: hi!! hope you liked this bc i honestly really enjoyed writing it. sorry for the little cliff hanger, just let your mind wander a bit heheh.

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Love on Tour ♡

Having dinner and drinks in my famous popstar boss’s hotel room was definitely not in my job description.

Rule # 1 to survive being Harry Styles’s tour assistant: Don’t let the cheeky bastard intimidate you. 

A series about life on the road with one cheeky popstar.

Story Masterlist

Las Vegas

Denver

San Antonio

Dallas

Houston pt. 1*

Saint Louis*

Philadelphia*

Washington DC*

Detroit

Saint Paul*

Chicago pt. 1

Chicago pt. 2*

Nashville pt.1

Nashville pt. 2*

New York City pt. 1

New York City pt. 2*

Orlando

Ft. Lauderdale

Tampa part 1 , part 2

Raleigh*

Pittsburgh*

New York City pt. 3

Cleveland*

Connecticut Night 1 & Night 2

Boston (coming 11/23)

Extras

The three days off (Nashville Extra)

Opal (Pittsburgh Extra)

Fireworks (New York City pt. 3 Extra)

Baby it’s cold outside (Tacoma Extra)

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Broken Promises

- The one where Harry misses the most important night of Y/n’s life. 

Masterlist

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“Hey, pretty girl.”

Y/n turns her head to the voice whispered delicately beside her, a fond smile stretching on her lips as her boyfriend presses a chaste kiss to her temple. He’s holding a mug of her favorite tea with the softest look in his eyes, observing her in her most natural territory.

She’s in their study room, her bare legs crossed beneath her and her hair tied lazily on the top of her head. She’s got papers and various assortments of writing utensils laid out in front of her, some of the pieces crumbled and a majority of the pencils used to almost nothing.

She’s glad Harry came in because she was starting to lose track of time. In all honesty, she even started to forget what the hell she was even trying to accomplish. Overworking herself never did her any good, especially when she forgets to look after herself while she does so.

“Hmm..” Y/n hums in contentment at the feel of his lips. “Hello, handsome.“

She reaches her hand to his over her shoulder, loosely intertwining his fingers with her own as she presses the side of her head deeper against his mouth.

“I know you’re working hard on writing your speech so I figured you needed something to keep you focused. Brought you some chai tea and a few vanilla wafers.”

He sets everything down beside her, his mouth still grazing her temple with each passing word. “And also came to remind you that it’s almost our bedtime. Don’t know if I could sleep knowing you’re down here and not with me.”

Her cheeks flush and she giggles quietly, nodding her head to reassure him that she’ll be there. But when silence falls between them and Y/n is finally able to take a breather from the stress, a sudden type fear settles in her bones.

She just found out two days ago that her poetry book Yours, Truly has won one of the biggest literary awards in London. It came as a shock considering this was her debut publish and was competing against hundreds of well-known authors.

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Stood Up - Harry one shot

Requested by this anon:

“You’ve been on a few dates with Harry! Everything’s going really well, you both are into each other, but on one date night Harry stood you up because he mixed up the days, so you end up alone at the restaurant. You leave texts and messages, but no responds! You Call a mutual friend to join you, and go to a club/pub to join other friends and H is there! He’s happy to see you because he has no idea, but you’re really mad. Everyone ask why you look so good and you just casually say it’s because you had a date. Harry is confused and hurt, until you say that the idiot stood you up, looking Harry in the eyes, then it clicked and he feels super bad. But you don’t give him much attention that night until you’re home and he really apologize! ;)”

//2k+ words//

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Ah! It was just about reader being nervous about hanging out with Harry (new relationship) bc she doesn’t really know what to wear? So when she spends a few days with him she packs all of her best clothes and garments and pjs so she doesn’t look like she’s wearing old/ugly clothes. And she’s kinda insecure about Harry seeing her bc he obvs has very lavish clothing but she doesn’t. And she sees him wearing like Target sweats 90% of the time inside and finally they talk and he’s just like “I only need to wear that stuff when I’m making a appearance” and he explains he can go out quite a bit and not get caught in regular clothing which he likes, plus it’s very comfortable and you feel better about the situation. Sorry it’s dumb as hell. Good luck with finals lovie. You’ll crush it also I may have a crush on you bye!

HELLO LOVER IM SORRY THIS IS SO LATE I HOPE IT WAS WORTH THE WAIT!! I re-read your ask and I dont think I hit all the targets but I hope it’s still what you were hoping for! 

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“Jesus Christ, girl how many suitcases did you bring?” Harry grunts, helping her heave the last case from the trunk of her car.

“Well it is quarantine,” She reminds him, pinching his forearm, “The end of the world means there is no baggage limit.”

He chuckles, “Who made that rule?”

“Pretty sure the TSA sent out a notice.”

“Pretty sure the TSA doesn’t get to do that.”

“What are you, on the board of directors?” She scoffs, pinching the skin over his elbow.

“Yes,” He turns, flourishing both hands carrying her suitcases, “I’m a man of many hats.”

She follows him, giggling, into the house, “Well, Mr. Renaissance man, does one of those hats include professional unpacker?”

“Actually it does, you’re in luck,” He responds, “And you’re gonna need a professional, what with the department store you brought.”

She rolls her eyes, “You’re really wringing this one out, aren’t you?”

“Oh I’m just warming up, doll. Get excited for the next several months.”

She is very excited. She and Harry had only been dating for a few months now, and that short time had been spent flying back and forth across countries and oceans to see him, three hour long FaceTime calls that usually ended in snoring, and repetitive text conversations of “miss you.” In a selfish way, quarantine was sort of a blessing, in that it ensured that neither of them could go anywhere. It was just them, an empty three bedroom apartment, and endless amounts of time.

In other ways, she was a little nervous. Long distance meant that he’d never really seen her at her most domestic- no makeup, stained sweatpants, greasy hair, the works. She hated to admit it, but the idea of spending God knows how long with Harry Styles- the man who never seemed to have a hair out of place- made her feel a little self conscious. Like he’ll see she’s just a regular girl, unfit for his glamorous, fashionable life, and get up and leave, disgraced to be seen with her. She’s spent countless nights mulling it over and over in her head.

He could make fun of her all he wanted, but she’s glad she brought all those suitcases full of her best clothes. She wants him to think she’s put together, chic, stylish, elegant, even during a global pandemic. She doesn’t want him to think she spends most days lounging in Hanes sweatpants and a Sesame Street t shirt that has a massive tomato sauce stain over the left boob-even if that is the truth.

It takes them two hours to unpack completely, mostly because he keeps pulling her out of the walk in closet to swing dance around the bedroom to Sam Cooke. Afterwards, they order take out and watch Chopped re-runs until they’re not really watching, opting to focus their attention on running their hands over each other’s bodies.

The weekend is spent mostly in bed, whispering adorations to each other over the pillowcase and making up for months of lost time. She begins to feel at home in his space, even though it is still foreign. But Harry isn’t. He is as familiar as the rising sun, and constant as a shadow and that’s what makes it feel like home.

And then Monday rolls around. She has no meetings, no zoom calls, nothing that would require her to get dressed and look like a human being. And yet, she pulls herself out of their empty bed- he got up at least two hours before to do yoga in the living room- and pulls her legs through her favorite pair of fancy trousers, and a stark white linen shirt. Her hair is primped and fluffed until there isn’t a strand out of place, jewelry is set and straightened, and makeup is applied with a deft and liberal hand.

After checking herself a final time in the mirror, she marches down the stairs to where her laptop is dinging away furiously with incoming emails.

“Damn baby,” Harry crows as she passes by where he’s lying flat out on the grey rug in nothing but a pair of black boxers and a purple robe, “Where r’you going looking like that?”

She smirks at him, “The kitchen counter.”

“Didn’t know that was a five star event.”

“I thought I’d dress like I was going into the office,” She shrugs, “See if that makes me anymore inspired.”

“Well if that doesn’t do the trick, I don’t know what will.”

She giggles, “Thank you, gorgeous.”

“Think you’re more deserving of that name, darling.” He replies, “I’m the one in a robe after all.”

“But you wear it so well.” She smiles into a kiss planted on his cheek.

Monday drags by. She answers emails, works on some reports, and fields calls from colleagues, her boss, their customers. They start the first season of Big Mouth after dinner and taste each other for dessert.

Tuesday they both wake up early, as Harry wants them to start a strict running regimen to keep their spirits up during lockdown. Afterwards, she showers and dresses herself in a white slip dress and a mohair camel blazer paired with her favorite Gucci boots that he brought home from a shoot. She has a presentation to give, so she wants to look her best, but she also enjoys watching him coyley stare at her ass whenever she gets up to get a glass of water. They watch four more episodes of Big Mouth while they wait for the casserole to finish baking, and finish the season over dinner.

Wednesday they wake up to heavy rain and wind wailing at their front door. He mopes downstairs in grey sweatpants and a hoodie to call into a radio show and then plunk away at the piano for an hour or so. She spends hours in the closet, before selecting a bright yellow cashmere sweater, and her most expensive vintage jeans paired with her great grandmother’s gold earrings, despite the urge to pull on leggings and one of his silly graphic t-shirts. They go for a walk when there is a break in the sky and her schedule, and warm up in the shower after returning from being poured on. He has meetings the rest of the afternoon, which is really just joking around with Jeff, Tom, and Tyler for two hours while she sits next to him at the counter, furiously typing up a spreadsheet. They have homemade pizza for dinner and start the second season of Big Mouth.

Thursday she trudges downstairs in blue velvet trousers dotted with tiny stars, and a white wrap top with long flowing sleeves. She pins star barrettes in her hair and applies a clear lipgloss, hoping it will make her feel more like a living soul, and less like a dust bunny floating through space, waiting to be sucked up by the vacuum of time. He is standing in the kitchen in black joggers, frowning over a failed attempt at an omelette when she comes up to hug him from behind.

“ ‘lo gorgeous,” He mutters, “Fucking egg keeps sticking to the pan.”

“ ‘s cuz you’re not putting enough butter in,” she points out, kissing his shoulder, “The kettle on?”

“No, forgot.” He hums.

She pulls two mugs from the cabinet- red and brown chicken for her, “I <3 London” for him and plucks two teabags from their jar. She can feel him watching her all the while, eyes running up the in-seam of her pants, along the drape of her sleeves, down the shadow of her jawline. She looks over at him through soft eyelashes.

“Take a picture, Daddy,” She smirks, “It’ll last longer.”

The egg pan is forgotten in that minute, “Sorry, doll. S’just that you look…”

“A-huh?”

He shakes his head, lips twisting in an attempt to hide a flustered smile, “You look a proper stunner, darling.”

“Aw, that’s sweet.” She muses, leaning against the counter with her arms folded.

“Dunno how I’m gonna survive lockdown living with your killer looks.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll find a way.”

His fingers are creeping across her belt loops, his breath tickles her ear lobe, “S’going to be a challenge, I’ll tell you that.”

She chuckles, pressing her hip into him further, “Think you can manage.”

“‘M not as confident,” He mutters, nibbling her ear lobe, “You know, you don’t have to dress like Ms. Universe. S’only me.”

She shrugs, “Maybe that’s why I’m dressing up.”

He raises an eyebrow, “Don’t need to impress me anymore. Already got me wrapped around your finger.”

“Oh no, no, I’m not worried about that. I just want to secure my position as best dressed in the household. And you put up a pretty stiff competition, Mr. Styles.”

Both eyebrows shoot towards his hairline. He gestures down at his outfit, “Yes and what a hearty contest that will be. You look like the ethereal princess of the galaxy and I look like… well homeless.”

“I got three looks, three looks, three looks.” She jokes, shooting finger guns at him.

He giggles breathily, “But seriously. If this were America’s Next Top Model, Tyra would’ve kicked me out long ago. You are far and away the face of this operation.”

She blushes, and looks away, “That’s not true.”

He frowns at her, picking his science experiment of a breakfast off the stove and dumping the pan contents into the trash.

“No, seriously H,” She says, pouring the now boiling water into the mugs, “Only reason I dress up is ‘cause I thought… I dunno it’s silly.”

He dumps the pan in the sink, “Tell me.”

She sighs through her nose, “I- I guess I was just feeling self conscious about… myself, and thought that because you’re… yunno, you that you’d be looking all nice and spiffy all the time and well…” She bobs her teabag in the water, “I thought if I didn’t look nice too that you wouldn’t like me.”

He stares at her unmoving, save for a slight twitch in his right brow.

She feels defensive, “Like I said it was silly, but can you blame me, I mean half your closet is designer and I’m lucky if I can afford-”

He lunges across the kitchn in a single step, grabbing her face between his hands and firmly pressing his mouth to hers. She starts at first, inhaling quickly, before melting into him, running her thumbs along the waistband of his joggers, and pulling him closer by the ties in front. His thumbs smooth over her cheekbones and his tongue brushes her bottom lip ever so slightly.

“I love you so damn much.” He mumbles, almost indecipherable into her mouth.

She hums in response, running her palms over his bare back, brushing over the mole on his shoulder blade and the scratches she’d left nights before. Though his chest is bare, his skin still glows with warmth, and he still smells of their bedsheets.

He pulls away first, brushing their noses together, “Don’t you ever feel insecure ever again.”

“Oh, sure that’s doable,” She retorts, “From the people who brought you ‘if you ever feel alone, don’t-”

He collapses, snickering into her shoulder.

“- Don’t feel insecure ever again, got it.”

“Look, first of all, I didn’t sign off on that lyric-”

“-sure blame it on the others.”

“-shut up, I’m being nice to you. And second of all, you know what I was trying to say.” He whines, smushing his nose into the side of her neck.

She breathes a laugh, “I do, yeah. S’just hard sometimes, yunno?”

He nods into her. She can feel his eyelashes brushing her skin as he blinks.

“If you need me to sing some old One Direction to you to remind you how beautiful you are, my services are available.”

“How much is that gonna cost me?”

“A kiss. Maybe two,” He plants a sloppy one to her collarbone, “Or three,” Another below her jaw, “Perhaps four.”

“Okay, okay,” She pulls away from him before he can plant one on her lips, “I have meetings today!”

“Wait, I wasn’t done!”

“If I let you, you’d never stop!” She cries, running away from him, socks slipping on the hardwood.

“Ho, ho, you’re catching on my sweet.”

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something to you (h.s.)

summary: situashionship to lovers in the woods ft mutual hidden feelings and a lot of flirting basically exactly what you would expect out of me 

word count: 4k 

warnings: zero 

a/n: HELLO I AM BACK!!! I’m so exited to share this and finally get back into writing! I wrote this for @oh-honey-styles​ ‘s second FIC SLAM (I’m so sorry Anne I know its very late and way longer than it’s supposed to be) and I just want to say a HUGE thank you to her for finally sparking some sort of inspiration in me. I’d also like to thank @sweetcreatureinthedark​ for being my hype lady and for threatening me with violence if I don’t stop second guessing myself. Please let me know what y’all think of this new installment of vermont/newhampshirerry I’m obsessed with him and I hope you are too. big love xx soph p.s. reblog my shit or suffer (love you) 

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She can feel the humidity through the windows of the car as it bounces across a dirt road that looks as if it were constructed to dissuade visitors from entering the park. Every time they hit a pothole, she says a prayer for Harry’s wheel wells. Harry, however, does not seem to be worried in the slightest, staring out the windshield and tapping his long fingers against the steering wheel to Steely Dan. She mimics him, gripping the center console as the Highlander lurches over a rock in the road, scuffed from years of battle with car undercarriage.

The woods are in full June splendor, so lush the trees tint the air green. They left civilization a long time ago– she can remember the last house they saw, peeled paint, rusty antique cars, kitsch gnomes in the front yard and all– and the forest is thick and silent around them. A chipmunk scurries across the road and Harry brakes instinctively.

“Did I get him?”

She checks the side mirror, “Nope, he made it.”

“Oh good.”

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here’s to us

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Genre: Enemies To Lovers (with a twist)

Word Count: 5.3k

Summary: You hate Harry more than you’ve ever hated anyone else, and he feels the same (or does he?). The people around you see the interactions that the two of you have and believe that you’re a match made in heaven, but you can’t see it, and you doubt he can either. When he’s the last option to help you with a project that you’re working on, things are either going to go very well, or they’re going to crash and burn.

Warning(s): alcohol, cursing, kink talk, angst, sadness, innuendos, tension, a set of lovers trying to convince two people that they’re meant for one another, fluff

A/N: this was originally a piece written for a writing challenge but that’s been cancelled (i love u liv take your time i will still participate in any and every wc you ever do bb) so this is now just another piece haha!! Thank you to @tbslenthusiast​ and @harrysclementines​ for letting me know that this piece wasn’t as bad as i thought it was (literally forever ago like…. i wrote this a long time ago lmao)!!! Also thank you to @kiwismoon​ for letting me send you parts of the fic and scream about how much i hate myself for writing things like i did!!!

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Relaxing.

That’s what you were supposed to be doing tonight. You’ve been stressed out about the article that was due in less than a week and you were in need of a night out with your friends. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t find the inspiration to write the piece. Plus, you had been completely swamped with your school work. Even though you were still in college, you had gotten a job as a writer and chosen to take online classes. 

Sarah had suggested that you and her go out and have a few drinks. That had quickly developed into you, her, and Mitch. Then your ‘friend’ Michelle was added into the mix.

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Soulmates - Harry Styles One-Shot

The one where Y/N and Harry are soulmates, but they stop talking

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MUCH TOO MUCH

RATING: R/smut (some sex, some alcohol/drugs, cursing, the usual)

WORD COUNT: 9.7k

CATEGORIES: college!harry, roommate!harry

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a/n: this is my entry for my beloved @stellarboystyles​‘s 3 year anniversary challenge!!!!! it was so fun to write these two and i hope you like it! a bit on the shorter side, but delicious all the same. come talk to me about them when you’re done, i want to hear what you think! (also this was named for the song by lennon stella in case u were curious lol)

Currently, he had you pressed against the wall of a house party, his fingers clenched in the hem of your skin-tight crop top, a knee propped between your legs, and his lips attached to your neck. Your hands were threading through his hair, those locks that curled at the ends and you’d always thought about tugging on, and now that you had the chance you weren’t passing it by.

“Fuck, Harry,” you mumbled, your head spinning from the alcohol in your veins and the feeling of Harry this close to you. To be completely honest, you knew what was happening was probably not the best idea. But considering how many cups of jungle juice you’d had and the fact that you were definitely crossed, you frankly couldn’t find a care in the world.

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Harry nods, holding out his hand as she passes…Franklin…off to his awaiting grasp, “Naughty little bugger, always wiggle worms her way out.” He turns around and places her on her feet, letting her bob off deep into his house, “Thank you for picking her up for me. It’d be troublesome to lose her again.“

"You’ve lost her before?” Y/N pouts her mouth as Harry nods solemnly.

“Worst 48 hours of me life. Come to find she’d been hiding out in the garden, eating on my tomato plants.” He sighs, brows furrowed as she shakes his head, “Had to replant them and everything – start a whole new growth cycle and everything. Would buy her a collar but I don’t want her to feel restrained.”

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Y/N delivers sweets and Harry lives on the side of a mountain

(Loosely based off this post by @anotherblackharrie  !!)

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The Guessing Game They Love To Play

Pairing: Harry Styles x Tattoo Artist!Reader

Word Count: 25.3k

Summary: Y/N doesn’t tattoo people that can even be considered famous, but when Harry Styles calls the shop and asks her which artist specializes in watercolor tattoos, she finds her first celebrity customer.

Warning(s): Cursing, talk of toxic exes, mentions of abuse, tattooing (doesn’t go into major detail but the needle is mentioned), bad friends, implied alcohol consumption, angst, fluff

A/N: This is my submission for @uglypastels​ 3k writing challenge!! Again, congrats on 3k bb!! You deserve it all and more!! My prompt was “oh, someone stop me.” and this is what I whipped up with that!! This all started as a 1k word outline and here we are, with a completed piece that’s a lot longer that a thousand words!! The tattoo parlor that I used as Y/N’s place of work is in fact a real place, but all of the names/descriptions of the people included in this fic that are stated to work there are works of fiction!!! I literally only used their name in the fic!! A big thank you to the lovelies, @sunflowers-styles​, @taintedwonder​, and @havethetimeofyourstyles​ for beta reading and making edits/suggestions to make this piece possible!!!! I love you guys so much, thank you to the moon and back!!!

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© 2019-2020 / AU / ENEMIES TO LOVERS / COMPLETE Fem!Reader x Harry     -     Total word count: 106.3k

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After your sister breaks both her legs in a climbing accident, you have to step in as a model in her absence. Instead of spending your summer getting ready for your last year of veterinary school, you are now set to spend time in Italy with a painter who has a bad reputation, a permanent frown, and an immense talent. Forced in each other’s company, neither think you could ever hate another person more. However, a whole month, Italian mountain air, summer, and art, might just be able to change your minds. Eventually.

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Eyes going wide, her hand drops down to her stomach as Harry’s fingers slow some, processing where the noise had come from. She thinks that maybe he’ll ignore it, until he gently inquires, “What’re you going to eat for dinner?”

Y/N shrugs though he’s not looking at her, “Dunno,” she digs dirt out from her fingernail, “Maybe a frozen meal. I’ve got a sesame chicken one.”

“Those are awful for you.” He tells her and Y/N doesn’t know what to say back really, so her mouth falls around a silent ‘oh’ as he finishes up, resetting her alarm, and sliding off the stool. Then he turns to face her, evidently ambivalent about what was to come from him next. Y/N worries for a second that it’d be him saying that he actually did hate her and after this to never bother him, nor make a pitiful attempt at baking cookies at 2AM again.

Instead, he says, “I made a chicken casserole tonight. There’s enough for two people, so I’ll do you up a plate, yeah?”

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Harry is Y/N’s grumpy neighbor  and he has a secret

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12- “Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

13- “Don’t be sorry…. It was kind of cute actually.”

For almost a year and a half you and Harry have been doing this “long distance” thing. At first it made sense… you were enrolled full time at the University of San  Francisco and Harry was split into many different pieces juggling a busy tour schedule, filming a movie, recording a new album in Los Angeles and heading back to the UK to visit his family whenever he had the chance. For a long time living in two seperate cities worked well for the both of you. Whenever you were both free, you would each drive three hours and meet in the middle exploring the closest town. 

But then the pandemic began and after some time this plan no longer made sense. You were now fully enrolled online, Harry for the first time in a long time had no tour dates, no album to create and since the UK was on lockdown no travel plans for the foreseeable future. Those three hour drives where the two of you would meet in the middle quickly became pointless. Each of you in a mask trying to stand six feet apart when all either of you really wanted to do was hold each other and never let go, and to top it off all the places that you would have explored were shut. To Harry’s delight, you had agreed with his crazy idea to relocate you to his house in Beverly Hills and to never let you leave, agreeing to cut the lease on your apartment in San Francisco, pack up all your belongings, and make one last long six hour drive all the way to Los Angeles, where you would be free to not do any social distancing (after receiving a negative COVID test of course).

This was a big step in your relationship. Whilst the two of you had been intimate, the two of you had never spent the whole night with each other in the whole year and a half you had been together. The six hour drive was long and exhausting, unpacking was a slow process and even more exhausting than driving. You were tired, Harry could tell. He drew you a bath, ordered some Panda Express and after both dinner and a bath were complete he tucked you right into bed. ________________________________________

Harry woke up in a daze. You were sitting up, the light was on and you were staring at the wall. “love are you okay… what time is it??” He rubs his eyes with his hands turning to face the clock on his bedside table “love its 3am, aren’t you tired?” “I have to feed the chickens and put them back they got out” “Love we don’t have chickens, we live in Beverly Hills for god sake” he sits up and shifts so he can better see your face. “lovey….?”  It takes him some time to wake up but once he does he realises you’re not fully awake. “lovey come on lay down with me?” You turn to him but don’t look directly at him “But i have to go, my boyfriend is waiting for me by the rocket” he chuckles “ It’s okay love, I’m sure he’ll wait for you by the rocket —” “it’s not just A ROCKET it’s HIS rocket”  “Either way love , he’d want you to rest first… ok…? So let’s lay down”. He is finally able to convince your sleeping self to lay back down. He turns off the light and you don’t move for the rest of the night. 

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Not one to sleep in even after a restless night, you’re awake before Harry. Although you live here with him now it feels odd walking around the house without him do you find your way back to the bed where he is beginning to stir. 

“good morning, love” his morning voice is raspy and it reminds you of when you used to call him on the way to your morning classes and how he would swear he wasn’t sleeping but his voice would tell you otherwise. “Good morning Harry” you snuggle in close to him, his lips placed on your cheekbone, yours reaching down to his collarbone as he pulls you closer and closer. “How are your chickens doing this morning, love?”  You’re awfully confused. 

“Did you know that you talk in your sleep?” He watches as your face goes from realisation of what had happened to absolute horror, your cheeks turning bright red. “ Oh no, I totally forgot that was a thing I do, I haven’t had anyone stay with me overnight since I moved out of home, oh my gosh I’m so sorry, Harry… it won’t happen all the time I promise, only when I’m really tired  and — what’s so funny?”  You look to him and he is giggling “Don’t be sorry…. It was kind of cute actually.” Your hands reach straight for your face  your cheeks turning red once again. “come back and snuggle with me a bit more before you have to go meet your handsome boyfriend by that rocket of his….” 

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Harry nods, holding out his hand as she passes…Franklin…off to his awaiting grasp, “Naughty little bugger, always wiggle worms her way out.” He turns around and places her on her feet, letting her bob off deep into his house, “Thank you for picking her up for me. It’d be troublesome to lose her again.“

"You’ve lost her before?” Y/N pouts her mouth as Harry nods solemnly.

“Worst 48 hours of me life. Come to find she’d been hiding out in the garden, eating on my tomato plants.” He sighs, brows furrowed as she shakes his head, “Had to replant them and everything – start a whole new growth cycle and everything. Would buy her a collar but I don’t want her to feel restrained.”

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Y/N delivers sweets and Harry lives on the side of a mountain

(Loosely based off this post by @anotherblackharrie  !!)

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“And I also know that you’re looking into getting your asshole bleached with me.” He adds in.

“I haven’t been Niall.” She responds, scrubbing a little harder at the carpet.

Niall huffs, “Please!”

“Niall, I’m not going to bleach my asshole with you!”

“Um, excuse me?” A voice interrupts the both of them and their necks just about snap to look up at the person behind it. Of course – of course, of all people to stumble upon them it couldn’t have been a mom, or a dad, or even  a 14 year old would’ve been better than who was standing at the register.

Harry from yesterday was in the same black rimmed circle lens glasses, but a new yellow sweater that looked terribly comfortable and nice and not sticky with fucking Pepsi like the shirt she was wearing. She stumbles up to a stand dropping the scrub brush and she wants to throw herself into a fire, because Harry is pretty damn cute and she hasn’t really stopped thinking about him since she saw him first. Thought maybe next time she saw him she could try talking to him; ask him about the book he’s reading or where he got that cardigan he was wearing last time or what he was doing reading at a roller rink when he could literally be anywhere else.

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Thank God for Sewing Needles

PAIRING: Harry/Y/N RATING: R WORD COUNT: 13.5k REQUESTED: nope!

hello my lovely friends!!! this is the long-awaited prince!harry AU that i’ve been working on!!! i think i did a pretty decent job with it, if i do say so myself! as always, feedback is 1000000% welcome, and here’s my masterlist !! enjoy! xx

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