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The Bartender’s Kinda Hot h.s. (Part 4)

Warning: smut, but what else would you expect from me, swearing

Word Count: 1,788

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The next few weeks left me confused and wondering what I did to make Harry just up and leave the way he did. I was under the impression that things were going great, then one mysterious phone call later, and he completely ghosts me. I wasn’t a stranger to being ghosted, but it struck a nerve when the person ghosting me was Harry. My eyes quickly snap open when I hear my phone ring, I hurriedly pick it up and answer it. “Hello?” I answer. “Hey, bitch!” Allie says excitedly, “lets go to the club!” I sigh, “Al, no I don’t wanna see Harry.” “Okay, first, fuck Harry. Second, since when the fuck do you care about this?” she points out. “Allie, I really fucking liked him, and he just disappears out of nowhere, so excuse me for wanting to avoid him. Obviously he doesn’t want to see me or he would’ve made an effort,” I explain. “y/n, you’ve been cooped up for weeks, come out with me and have fun. If we see Harry, we go to another spot in the club,” she pleads. I give in, “fine, let me get dressed.” I hop out of bed and hop in the shower, I quickly pick out a simple black dress with a v-cut neckline and a slit in the leg. I curl my hair and do a winged eyeliner. When I’m finally satisfied with the look, I text Allie and let her know that I’m on my way. Allie texts back and says she’s already in the club. I park my car and look up at the flashing lights as I make my way to the entrance of the club. “Haven’t seen you in a minute,” Reggie, the bouncer, says to me. “For a very good reason,” I reply dryly. He gives me a sad smile, “try to have fun.” I nod and walk into the club. I’m immediately hit in the face by the bass rattling the room. I look over to the bar, and the first thing I see is Harry’s green eyes staring right back at me. I quickly detach my eyes from him and make my way into the crowd of dancing bodies to find Allie. When I finally find her, she’s dancing with some random guy. “Hey!” she says as she hugs me. “I’ve been here for not even two minutes, and Harry’s already seen me,” I say slightly uncomfortable. She sighs, “forget about him and just have fun. Want me to go get you a drink?” I nod and she pats me on the shoulder before making her way to the bar. I watch Harry talk to her as she orders a drink off of her. She takes the drink from him and makes her way back over to me. “Harry wants you to go talk to him,” she rolls her eyes. I take the drink from her hand and chug it, “fuck that. I’m gonna go find a rando to dance with.” “Yes bitch, that’s the fucking spirit!” she yells. My eyes land on the first attractive person I see and I grab him and start grinding onto him. “Well, hello,” he says in the most adorable Irish accent, “I’m Niall!” “y/n,” I reply. I turn around and move my hips against him, looking up and making direct eye contact with Harry. I smirk and wink at him as I feel Niall’s hands grip onto my waist. He rolls his eyes at me and walks to the other end of the bar to wait on a customer. I pulled away from Niall, “it was nice meeting you, Niall.” I make my way over to the bar to order another drink. Harry immediately comes walking over to me, “what the fuck was that about?” “Actually, can you have Jared make my drink? He wouldn’t take my order and then not bother calling or texting after,” I say dryly. Harry sighs, “listen, I’m sorry. Something came up.” I cut him off, “I don’t really care. You could’ve told me you weren’t interested. Now can you please get Jared?” He nods and soon is replaced with Jared, “what can I get for you?” “Jaeger bomb, please,” I order. Jared hands me the shot and I quickly knock it back. I wince as it hits my throat, Harry’s are so much better. “Thanks, Jared,” I thanked him and paid for my tab before leaving the club. Too much Harry for one night, time to go home. “y/n, wait!” Harry calls after me. I turn around and cross my arms, “what do you want?” “It’s not because I’m not interested, I want to be with you more than anything,” he pleads. I roll my eyes, “definitely looks like it given that you ghosted me.” “I wasn’t trying to ghost you, so much has been happening and I just didn’t know what to say or how to tell you,” he says. He looks apologetic. “I just want you to be honest with me, Harry, I really thought you were different, I thought we had something,” I cry. He steps closer to me, “I am different, and we do have something. I’m sorry I was a coward, I’m sorry I just ran away, I was scared.” “Scared of what?” I ask. “Falling in love with you.” I'm in complete and utter shock at his words, “do you think I’m not scared? I don’t do feelings for a reason, and here you come, with your British accent and your beautiful smile, and your magical dick, and you make me feel things I’ve never felt before, and then you just leave, like I meant nothing.” He looks down at me and places his hands on my cheeks, “please give me a second chance, I promise it’ll be different.” I debated on it for a while but ultimately agreed, “of course.” He bends down and places his lips on mine. I deepen the kiss and wrap my arms around his neck. He pulls away and rests his forehead against mine, “it’s you and me from now on, no more games.” I nod and he kisses my forehead, “just you and me.” He pulls away, “let’s go home.” He takes my hand and leads me to his car. I stare at the window watching the street lights go by as he rubs his thumb over my hand. The quiet lull of Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers play over the stereo of the car, and I quietly sing along to it. “It’s alright if you love me, it’s alright if you don’t. I’m not afraid of you running away honey, I get the feeling you won’t,” I sing softly. “There is no sense in pretending, your eyes give you away. Something inside you is feeling like I do, we’ve said all there is to say,” Harry continues. He truly does have the voice of an angel. “Baby!” we shout together, “breakdown, go ahead and give it to me, breakdown, honey, take me through the night.” I look over at him with the biggest smile on my face, “breakdown, now I’m standing here, can you see? Breakdown, it’s alright.” “It’s alright!” he finishes. We laugh in unison as the song finishes up. “You definitely should be standing next to Stevie Nicks on stage,” I told him. He smiles and puts my hand up to his lips, kissing my knuckles. When we finally get into my apartment, I pull him into me and smash my lips against his. I led him up to my bedroom, our clothes flying off along the way. He lays me down on the bed and gently kisses me all over my body. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers before nudging his head in between my thighs. I moan as he licks slowly at my clit. “Feels so good,” I moan while I tug on his hair. He pulls away slightly, “tell me what you want, baby.” “Want you to make me cum all over your face, H,” I tell him. “Can do, love.” He continues his attack on my clit, nibbling on it slightly before entering two of his fingers into me. “Like that?” he asks as he rubs my G spot perfectly. “Fuck!” I yell, “just like that, H.” He pulls his mouth away and continues rubbing his fingers over my spot.  He presses his left hand down on my stomach and curls his fingers. “Oh fuck!” I moan. “Cum for me, baby, please,” he begs. I feel my stomach tightening at his words. “Yes baby, give me it,” he groans. I quickly come undone all over his fingers. He doesn’t stop moving his fingers in and out of me slowly. “So fucking hot feeling you squeeze me like that,” he groans, “I’m gonna make love to you.” He climbs over top of me and lines himself up at my entrance before slowly pushing inside. “Missed this pussy so much,” he moans, keeping his slow pace, driving me absolutely crazy. “H,” I moan out, “I need you to go faster.” He tuts me, “so greedy, pretty girl. I try to push my hips up to meet him at a faster pace, but he pins them down before I can, “you’re going to take it how I give it to you.” “Harry,” I whine. “Nuh uh, if you’re gonna whine, I’ll stop,” he scolds as his hips meet mine again at the same achingly slow pace. “Please don’t,” I beg. “That’s what I fucking thought,” he says as he leans down to kiss me. I take his bottom lip in between my teeth as he pulls away. “So fucking naughty,” he moans as he snaps his hips against me harder, “since you wanna act like a little whore, I guess I’ll have to fuck you like one.” “Please, daddy,” I moan. He growls at my words and slams himself into me with new found force. He pins my arms above my head and intertwined our fingers. “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep saying shit like that,” he huffs. “Sorry, daddy,” I say innocently. He groans again and snaps his hips back up to meet mine, “I’m gonna cum.” I move my hips to match his pace to get him there quicker, and before I know it, he releases himself inside of me. He quickly pulls out with a big huff. “That was fucked up,” he sighs. I gave him a confused look, “what?” “I was trying to make you feel good, but you go looking like that, call me daddy, and make me cum way faster than I wanted to,” he explains. “It was so good, daddy,” I joke. “You’re an ass,” he says before pecking my lips.

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Currently screaming, crying, and shitting my pants simultaneously at the next chapter of TBKH, nbd. 

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The Bartender’s Kinda Hot h.s. (Part 3)

Warning: smut, swearing

Word Count: 1,843

Part One

Part Two

Part Four

I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. I quickly get out of bed and throw on Harry’s shirt from the night before. I walk down the steps to see Harry standing in front of the stove, making food. 

“Whatcha making me?” I ask as I sit down on one of the stools by his counter.

He hands me a plate with waffles and bacon, “hope you’re hungry.”

“Always,” I commented before digging in.

“So tell me about yourself?” he says sitting down next to me.

“What do you wanna know?” I ask.

“Anything and everything,” he replies.

I finish chewing on the piece of bacon, “my name’s y/n l/n, I’m an editor at a small publishing company up town, I don’t normally do these kinds of things.”

His eyes bore into me, “Harry Styles, I’m a bartender, as you know, I moved here from Holmes Chapel to pursue my dream of music, and I, too, don’t normally do these kinds of things.”

Once we finished up our food and getting to know each other, I learned that Harry has a sister named Gemma. He moved from England a little under three years ago to pursue his music career, but ended up bartending at the club to help his friend, Louis out. 

He shows me where his shower is, and I quickly remove his shirt over my head and hop into the hot water. 

“Do you need anything else?” he asks.

“No, I should be good, thank you, Harold.” he laughs at my remark and closes the bathroom door. While I’m in the middle of rubbing conditioner in my hair, I hear the shower door open and turn around to see Harry naked in front of me. His eyes rake my body up and down with his eyes before stepping closer to me to get under the water. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he states. 

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I joke.

He laughs, “oh yeah? Is that right?” he grabs ahold of me suddenly and places his lips on mine. I smile against his lips as I kiss him back.

His hand makes its way down my body and in between my legs. I gasp as his finger makes contact with my still extremely sensitive center.

“Harr-” I start.

“What? You can’t handle it?” He challenges me.

I pull away from him and look him dead in the eye before taking his hardening length in my hand. 

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I say as I get down on my knees and take him in my mouth. I hollow my cheeks around him and bop my head up and down.

“Dear God,” he says aloud.

I release him from my mouth with a pop, “not God, just me.” 

“You’re an asshole,” he laughs, he quickly lifts me up by my thighs and inserts himself inside of me, starting off with a vigorous pace.

“This is mine,” he groans into my ear as he pins me up against the shower wall. 

“All yours,” I moan as I tug on his hair.

His pace quickens as I connect our lips together. He has me completely pinned and unable to move, so I just sit there and take it. 

“Right there,” I moan as he hits that special spot inside of me. 

“Right there, baby?” he growls as he hits it repeatedly. 

“Fuck, fuck,” I yell out when I feel myself come closer and closer to the peak. 

“Gonna cum for me?” he asks.

I nod uncontrollably, causing him to pick up the pace even more.

“Good girl,” he says, tipping me over the edge. When he feels me tighten around him, he goes in even deeper than before, spilling himself inside of me. He sets me down and we finish up showering. 

“I could never get used to that,” I tell him.

“Trust me, I know how you feel.” he smiles and places one last kiss on my lips before exiting the bathroom. 

I finish getting dressed and exit the bathroom myself, and throw my shoes on.

“Text me when you get home,” Harry says before planting another kiss on my lips.

I nod and exit his apartment. As soon as I hop on the elevator, I click on Allie’s contact name and give her a call.

“Hello?” she answers.

“I’m fucked,” I tell her.

“Why?” she asks, “Harry?”

I sigh, “Al, I’m so into him, it’s ridiculous.”

“Bitch!” she exclaims, “yes, I love that for you. Are you with him now?”

“No, I just left, wanna meet me for lunch? I’ll tell you all about it,” I tell her.

She agrees and we hang up the phone.

***

“I’m sorry, I’m not seeing the issue here,” she points out, “Harry’s a super hot guy who’s made it super obvious that he’s into you. Why the hell are you freaking out?” 

I roll my eyes, “a lot of guys are super into you at first. Besides, I don’t do the whole relationship thing, not since Jake.” 

“Fuck Jake. Harry’s not ‘a lot of other guys’,” she says. 

I shrug, “I don’t know, Al.” 

Before she can respond, I feel my phone vibrate. I look at the caller ID and see that it’s Harry. 

“Is that Harry?” she asks, peeking over my shoulder, “bitch don’t just sit there and stare, answer it!” 

She quickly grabs my phone from my hand and hits the “accept” button. 

“Hello, Harry!” she answers. 

“y/n? You mean the one who’s super into you, y/n?” she asks. 

My eyes go wide and I try to grab my phone back from her grasp. She swats my hand away. 

“Oh, no, she’d love to go on a date with you, Harry!” she says to him, “yep, yep, alright, she’ll be there! Okay, bye!” 

She hangs up and hands me back my phone, “you have a date with Harry tomorrow night. He said to dress nicely.” 

“What the fuck was that?” I ask. 

“Take initiative, y/n, you want the hot British guy, go get the hot British guy!” she says.

***

I groan as I try on the fifth dress of the night. 

“I don’t know, Al, I look like shit, maybe I should just reschedule,” I told her over Facetime. 

“Bitch, if you cancel, we will no longer be on speaking terms,” she jokes, “stop worrying so much, you look hot in all of them!” 

I look at her on my phone screen, “I’m nervous.”

“Don’t be nervous, the guy’s already been in your guts how many times?” she laughs.

I chuckle, “you’re right, but him asking me on a date makes it feel almost real.” 

“Listen, you’re beautiful. Harry thinks you’re beautiful, so just go on this date with him and be yourself. He’s already seriously into you,” she encourages, “and wear the red dress, he won’t be able to keep his hands off of you!” 

My eyes quickly land on the red dress that’s currently hung up in my closet. I walk over and grab it, “you’re absolutely right.” 

I put the dress over my body and admire how it looks in the mirror.

“Yes bitch!” Allie says excitedly, “you’re gonna get some dick tonight.” 

I finish up with my hair and make up and check myself over in the mirror one more time.

“Chef’s kiss,” Allie exclaims. 

“Couldn’t have done it without ya,” I tell her as there’s a knock on the door, “he’s here.” 

“Go have fun, get some good dick, tell me all about it tomorrow!” I quickly hang up and walk over to the door, calming myself down before answering it. 

I open the door up to see Harry looking absolutely breathtaking. 

“You look stunning,” he comments, holding his arm out for me. 

“So do you,” I say, taking his arm.

***

Harry takes me to one of the fanciest restaurants I’ve ever been to in my life.

“Holy shit,” I exclaim as we wait to be seated.

“Never been here before?” he asks.

I laugh, “the fanciest restaurant I’ve been to is Red Lobster, so what does that tell you?” 

He laughs at my response, “well this definitely is no Red Lobster.” 

We’re quickly seated in one of the VIP booths.

“Who’s dick did you have to suck to get this?” I ask, half-joking.

He chuckles, “the managers, and I didn’t have to suck anything, I gave him a quick handy in the bathroom.” 

I laugh out loud, “whatever works.” 

“So what kind of music do you like?” he asks.

I laugh nervously, “I like a lot of different stuff. Tom Petty is one of my all time favorites.”

“Oh a woman with taste, I like that,” he states looking deep into my eyes, “I love Tom Petty too. I’m a huge fan of Fleetwood Mac, too. My dream is to one day play right beside Stevie Nicks.”

I smile, “that’d be amazing. You should play something for me sometime.” 

His eyes light up at the mention of it, “absolutely.” 

Our food finally arrives and I quickly dig into my steak.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he exclaims. 

I look up at him as I chew on the medium rare steak I currently have shoved in my mouth. The gleam in his eyes as he watches me makes me feel even more nervous. 

“I’d bend you over this table right now if there weren’t people here,” he states. 

I swallow my food, “give them a show.” 

“Jesus fuck, where have you been all my life?” he growls slowly so only I can hear him.

***

“Thank you, I had a really great time,” I tell Harry as he walks me back to my apartment.

“So did I, babe.” he smiled at me and intertwined our fingers. I quickly unlock my door and pull Harry inside with me, placing my lips on his. He slams the door shut and I start unbuttoning his shirt. I rip it off his body and he helps me take off my dress.

“Dress looks so much fucking better on the floor,” he says as his eyes look over my body before placing his lips back on mine. I lead him over to the couch and push him down onto it before straddling him. I smash my lips against his again as I grind myself down on his bulge. 

We’re interrupted by his phone ringing. He pulls away and answers his phone, “hello?”

“What?!” he yells. 

I take that as my queue to climb off of him. He argues with whoever is on the phone before quickly hanging up. 

“Is everything okay?” I ask.

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” he says.

“I-uh-okay,” I say blankly. 

He throws his shirt back on, “I’m sorry, I’ll text you.” He kisses my cheek before exiting my apartment. 

I quickly sigh and walk to my room to change into pajamas. I can’t help but wonder who was on the other line. Whoever it was, must’ve really said something to really set him off. I lay down in bed and drift off to sleep.

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UPDATED THE MASTERLIST. AGAIN. LMAO 😂

Masterlist

Fics

The Bartender’s Kinda Cute

Part One

Part Two

A Twist In My Story

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

One Shots

The Harold Song

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The Bartender’s Kinda Hot h.s. (Part 2)

Warning: Smut, Swearing, just pure filth because I have no self-control.

Words: 1,909

Part One

Part Three

It’s been two months since what is now known as the “Harry incident”, according to Allie. She’s tried getting me to go back to the club that Harry works at, but I just couldn’t bring myself to face him again after I left without a word. I’m sure he’s completely forgotten about me though. I was pulling some overtime at the office I work at to get my mind off of a bunch of things when I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I quickly enter my passcode and look at the text from an unknown number.

“Miss me, pretty girl? -H” 

My eyes immediately go wide, how the hell?

“How’d you get my number?” I type back. 

“Your friend Allie’s here, I asked her.”

“Why?” I type.

“We had the most intense sex I’ve ever had in my life, and you left without a word. Don’t you think I deserve an explanation?” 

I start to type my response, then my phone rings. It’s Harry. 

“Hello?” I answer.

“Hey pretty girl,” he speaks loudly over the music.

“What do you want, Harry?” I ask.

“Well,” he responds, “if I’m being honest, I want you, y/n.”

My breath hitches, “what do you mean?” 

He chuckles, “I want you in the worst kind of way, spread out over my sheets while I devour that delicious pussy.” 

I’m completely speechless as he continues on, “you’re all I can think about. But what I really don’t understand is why you left without saying anything.” 

I finally found my voice and spoke up, “I figured it was a one time thing, so I didn’t bother.”

He scoffs at my answer, “as if something that was that fucking incredible could ever be a one time thing, pretty girl. I want it all the time, I fucking crave it.”

“Then why don’t you come get it?” I challenge him.

“You know where I’m at, I’ll be waiting for you, babe,” he says and I can just see the smirk on his face as he says it. 

“Alright, be there soon.” I hang up the phone and grab my keys.

***

I make my way through the club, the bass booming all around me. My eyes land on Harry at the bar, laughing with one of the other bartenders. My heart jumps out of my chest at the sight of the beautiful man in front of me. I walk up to him and set my bag down. His eyes finally find me, and he makes his way over to me.

“What can I get for you?” he asks.

“How about some of you?” I ask.

He smirks and grabs my hand, “that can be arranged. My break is in ten minutes, meet me by the bathrooms.”

I throw back a few drinks while I wait for the ten minutes to be up. If I’m going to be doing this again, I’m going to need the courage. I make my way over to the bathroom to see Harry there waiting for me. Once he sees me, he grabs my wrist and leads me into the bathroom and into a stall before I can even say a word. He pushes me up against the stall door and slams his lips against mine. He pushes my dress up my hips and slips my panties to the side. I quickly undo his zipper and push his pants down just enough for his dick to spring out. 

“Missed you so much,” he whispers before he slips himself inside of me. I grip onto his shoulders as he relentlessly slams himself into me. 

“Fuck, Harry, I missed you too,” I say while gripping onto his neck for support. 

He grabs onto my hips as he guides me down onto him, never faltering. 

“Gonna make me cum so quick, baby, you feel so fucking good,” he groans into my ear. He lets me down and turns me around so I’m facing the door. He slips himself back inside of me from behind, smacking my ass as he pushes himself inside. I try to grip onto the stall door as he pushes himself even deeper, making that all too familiar feeling build up in the pit of my stomach.

“Oh my god, Harry, I’m gonna fucking cum,” I scream out. He picks up the pace and leans into me, intertwining our hands together. 

“Me too, baby, fuck,” he moans into my ear as his thrusts grow sloppy. I feel him cum and gasp for air when he finally pulls himself out.

He leans down and whispers into my ear, “that’s just the beginning, you can’t even imagine all of the things I want to do to you tonight.” With that, he exits the bathroom without another world. I catch my breath and adjust myself before exiting the bathroom and heading back out to the dancefloor. I quickly find Allie and walk over to her.

“Oh my god, hey!” she exclaims, “I gave Harry your number, have you seen him?”

I chuckle slightly, “oh, I’ve definitely seen him.” 

She gasps, “you dirty, dirty girl.” 

I laugh with her as we start dancing. 

“So are you two like a thing? Because he’s staring at you like he’s about ready to pounce,” she states.

I looked over to the bar where Harry was, in fact, looking at me like he wanted to eat me alive.

“I don’t think so, but the sex is fucking amazing,” I tell her.

“I’m here for it, honestly, you two are hot,” she shrugs. 

After a while of dancing, I make my way back over to Harry at the bar. He walks over to me, and hands me a Jaeger bomb.

“Oh, my favorite, how’d you know?” I joke.

“A man just knows,” he says, “and one thing I know for sure is the thought of you walking around this club with my cum dripping down your thigh is turning me on so much right now.” 

My body grows hot from his dirty words, “why don’t you do something about that?”

“Don’t tempt me, I’ll take you over this bar right fucking now,” he growls.

I bite my lip and lean down a bit so he can see my cleavage, “do it.”

His eyes scan me up and down, “you’re such a dirty little slut.”

I quickly knock back my shot and wink at him. 

“Hey, Jared, do you care if I clock out early?” Harry asks.

Jared shrugs, “go ahead, have fun kids. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Harry laughs as he grabs his coat and leads me out of the club to his car. 

While he’s driving, I get on my knees in the passenger seat, and unbutton Harry’s pants, and pull his dick out. 

“What are you doi-?” I interrupt him by wrapping my mouth around his dick.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans, trying to concentrate on the road as I push more and more of him into my mouth. I bob my head up and down at a steady pace.

“Fuuuck, y/n,” he moans. 

He pulls into his apartment complex and turns the ignition off, but I don’t stop, I keep sucking him like my life depends on it.

“Sit on it,” he orders, and I obey. I pull my mouth away with a “plop” and swing my leg over the seat, adjusting on top of him before sinking down onto him. I moan as I don’t give him time to adjust to the sensation. I bounce on top of him while his hips thrust upward to meet mine. 

“Feels so fucking good,” he moans while he wraps his arms around my waste to keep me from moving so he can have complete control. 

“So fucking good to me,” he groans again while he moves his hips up even harder.

He suddenly comes to a stop and looks up at me, “we need to get inside now, I need to taste you.” 

“You don’t need to tell me twice,” I say as I climb off of him and get out of the car. 

He grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers as we make our way into the apartment complex and to the elevator. He impatiently taps his foot the whole ride up the elevator, and when the doors finally open, we’re practically running down the hall to his apartment. When we finally enter, he rips my dress over my head and looks my body up and down, admiring me. 

“So fucking beautiful,” he says before placing his lips on mine, “you’re so fucking perfect for me.” 

His words are extremely sweet, and he almost makes me want to believe them.

He lifts me up and carries me bridal style up to his bedroom. He lays me down on his bed and just stares at me, “please don’t leave without saying goodbye again.” 

I furrow my eyebrows, “I won’t, I promise.”

He places his lips on mine and runs his lips all the way down my body until he stops at my panty line. He slowly removes them from my legs and throws them onto the ground. 

“So pretty,” he moans as he dips his head in between my legs and licks away at my clit.

“Fuck! Harry!” I grip onto his hair and tug it slightly. 

He moans against me causing me to jolt forward, “fuck.” He pushes my legs further apart to get more access to my sensitive area. He looks me in the eyes as he continues to lick away at me. There’s nothing more erotic as those beautiful green eyes staring into mine while he’s having his way with me. As soon as I feel my orgasm start to build up, he pulls away and hovers over me, kissing me so I can taste myself on his tongue.

“You taste amazing,” he says as he kisses me.

I moan at his words and reach down to grab ahold of him through his jeans. I quickly undo them and push them down just enough for his dick to spring free, “give it to me, Harry.” 

He growls and lines himself up, before pushing himself in. He doesn’t give me time to adjust before he’s slamming himself in and out of me. 

“You want me to fuck you like the slut you are?” He asks.

“Fuck, yes, Harry, fuck me like a whore,” I scream out.

He groans and loses control, fucking into me hard and fast, reaching all of the right spots inside of me. I cling onto him for dear life, clawing down his back as his pace grows more and more out of control, making my orgasm rip through me out of nowhere, “fuck Harry, I’m gonna cum! Right there! Please don’t stop!”

And he doesn’t, he picks up the pace until I’m incapable of making out any words while my orgasm hits me like a freight train.

“Baby, need you to cum for me,” I moan.

He looks into my eyes and deepens his thrusts, “I’m gonna cum baby.” I raise my hips to meet him while he rides out his high. He comes to a standstill as he finishes up. He pulls out and lays down next to me, staring into my eyes as we both try to catch our breath.

He finally speaks up, “you’re not leaving without saying a word in the morning.”

I chuckle, “I’m not going anywhere.” 

He smiles as he wraps his arms around me, “good.”

[harrrrrryyyy]

The Bartender’s Kinda Hot h.s. (Part 1)

Word Count: 2,560

Warning: big sexy times, swearing, smut smut. 

Part Two

Clubs were never really my thing, but here I was, sitting at the bar while my friends were drunk off their asses dancing with strangers.  They talked me into coming to “let loose and have fun.”  It was looking more like I was here to babysit them.  

“Girl, come dance with us,” my friend Allie yells.

I huff, “you guys know I don’t dance.”

Allie walks over to me and yells at the bartender, “can we get some shots?”

The hot bartender nods at us and begins making us Jaeger bombs. 

“Oh, my favorite,” I thought out loud.

He chuckles at me as he hands me my shot, “my kind of girl.” 

I smile and knock back my shot. 

“I’m Harry,” he introduces himself.

I smile, “I’m y/n, can I get another?”

He smiles as he begins making me another.  I’m too busy making eyes at the bartender to notice that Allie disappeared completely.  Harry hands me my shot and smiles at me as I throw it back. 

“Where’d your friend go?” Harry asks.

My eyes scan the room as I try to find her, “probably trying to find some dick.”

He chuckles, “and what about you?”

“What about me?” I ask.

“Are you trying to find dick?” he asks.

I laugh out loud, “no, I’m not like that.”

He smirks as he gives me another shot. 

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” I chuckle.

He winks at me as he goes to tend to another person at the bar.  I work my way to the dancefloor where Allie is as I knock back the shot that Harry just gave me. I start moving my hips to the beat of the song. Allie’s face lights up as she sees me making my way over to her.

“So, what’s going on with the tall, hot bartender?” she asks

I roll my eyes, “absolutely nothing.” 

“Then why the hell is he looking at you like he wants to devour you?” she asks.

I quickly turn around to see Harry’s green eyes boring into me as I sway my hips to the beat. I wink at him as I run my hands through my hair.

“I’m not a psychic, but I see some dick in your future,” Allie says to me. 

I roll my eyes, “as if.”  

“Girl, live a little. There’s a hot ass dude at the bar looking at you like you’re his favorite piece of candy, don’t pass this up,” she scolds.

I look back over to where Harry is and see him pouring drinks for people at the bar, looking fine as hell, might I add. 

“You’re right, a hot British dude wants me? When in Rome,” I say and make my way back to the bar to talk to Harry. 

He smirks as he makes his way over to me, “what’re you having now?”

I play with a strand of my hair as I look into his jade eyes, “can I have some of you?”

He looked surprised at my answer, “the club closes in an hour, wait for me?” 

I nod and make my way back over to Allie on the dance floor. If I’m going to wait an hour for him to get off, I might as well blow off some steam. I can feel Harry’s eyes on me the whole time I’m dancing with Allie. 

“So how’d that go?” she whispers to me.

“He gets off in an hour, and will most definitely be getting off in the next two, if you know what I mean,” I say to her.

She squeals, “yes! You’ll have to tell me all about it tomorrow. I bet he has a big dick.” 

I laugh at her comment, “Oh, I’ll definitely let you know.” 

I quickly jerk back as I feel an arm wrap around my waist, I look up and see Harry looking down at me. “Hey! I thought you weren’t off for another hour?” I ask.

“Boss said I could leave a little early, I figured I’d have a drink with a pretty girl first,” he answers. 

I smile at his response and let him lead me back to the bar.

“Hey! Jared, two beers over here!” he says to the other bartender.

He hands us our drinks and I take a big swig of mine.

“So what brings a pretty girl like you here?” he asks.

I laugh quickly, “it was Allie’s idea, she says I need to get out more.” 

“Well I’m definitely glad you took her advice, because then I wouldn’t be able to do this.” He takes me by surprise by smashing his lips on mine. I quickly deepen the kiss and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. He slips his tongue into my mouth which makes me tug on his hair.  He moans slightly when I bite his lip as I pull away from him.  

“You wanna get out of here?” he asked me.  

I grab his hand, “I thought you’d never ask,” I say as I lead him to the entrance of the club.  He led me to his car and opened the door for me. I quickly get in the car and adjust myself. He hops in the car next to me and starts it up. The Rolling Stones play quietly in the background as he takes us to his place.  He pulls into the apartment complex and turns the car off. I quickly open the car door and walk with him into the building. Once we get into the elevator, he pins me up against the wall, lifts my leg up and presses his lips against mine. Our lips move together vigorously as I grind my hips against his. He lifts my dress slightly and slowly reaches his and under my panties, his finger stroking my clit gently. I throw my head back as he dips one finger into me.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growls in my ear.  He kneels down and pushes my panties to the side while he buries his face in between my legs. He swipes his tongue over my clit and digs his fingers into my hips. He inserts two fingers into me as his tongue works its magic on my clit. As soon as I feel the orgasm building up in the pit of my stomach, he pulls away and stands up. 

I look up at him with wide eyes, “what the fuck?” As soon as the elevator dings, he grabs my hand and drags me to his apartment. He opens the door, and wastes no time lifting me up and pinning me against the wall. 

“Good girl,” he growls in my ear as I wrap my legs around him. His lips make their way from my face, to my neck, “I have to taste you again, taste so fucking good, baby.”

He carries me over to the kitchen counter and gently puts me down before ripping my panties off.

“So fucking beautiful,” he whispers before diving back into me. I moan as his tongue works its way onto me, his fingers caressing all the right spots inside of me. His mouth pulls away from me, and he looks into my eyes as his fingers continue to work their way in and out of me. I throw my head back as I feel my orgasm building quicker than I was hoping for. He wraps his hand around my neck as he quickens the movements of his fingers. Before I even have time to say anything, it feels like I’m gonna pee, “Har-Harry, stop.”

 He picks up the pace and I feel my orgasm ripping through me. I start thrashing as I watch myself squirt all over him, soaking his shirt.  \

“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He picks me up and carries me to his bedroom, our lips not leaving each other the whole time. He throws me on to his bed and lifts his shirt up over his head. My eyes wander over all of the tattoos that peppered over his skin. I move over to him and undo his button and zipper, and slide his jeans down his legs. I grab hold of his dick through his boxers and slowly gulp at the size of him. I don’t know how this is going to work. I palm him through his boxers and pull them down his legs. His dick springs up and I wrap my hand around it. I look up into his eyes as I stroke his cock slowly. 

“It’s so fucking big,” I comment before wrapping my lips around it. He throws his head back as I hollow my cheeks around him. I bob my head up and down as I look up at him. I take my hand and stroke him as I suck his impressive length. 

He puts his hand in my hair, guiding me around him, “feels so fucking good, love.” I gag around him as I try to take more and more of him. 

He pulls me away and grabs my chin, “you’re way too fucking good at that.”  He then bends down and notions for me to open my mouth, I do what he says and he spits in my mouth, driving me even more crazy. 

“Back on the bed, now,” he orders. I do as I’m told and crawl back on to the bed. 

“Can’t wait to bury myself deep in that pretty little pussy,” he growls as he climbs on top of me, “gonna use you like the good little sex toy you are.” 

  I moan at his words, I never thought dirty talk was sexy until I heard it from his mouth. 

“But you have to beg for it, pretty girl,” he says while he rubs the tip of his hard dick over my clit, “tell me how bad you want it.”

“I want it so fucking bad, Harry, want you to fuck me until I can’t walk,” I moan. 

He chuckles, “good girl.” He aligns himself up to my slit, and slowly pushes himself inside. 

We both moan simultaneously as he bottoms out inside of me, “so fucking tight, gonna make you mine.” He rocks himself in and out of me at a slow pace.

“Harry, faster, please,” I moan.

He groans at my words, “you’re gonna be the death of me, baby.” He picks up the pace and groans as I dig my nails into his back. He lifts my legs up and places them on his shoulders, going even deeper. 

I scream at the new angle, I’ve never felt anything like this before.

“That’s right, let the neighbors know,” he growls as he goes harder. 

He places his fingers on my clit, rubbing me while he fucks the life out of me. Soon enough, I feel another orgasm bubbling up in my stomach. 

“Holy fuck, Harry, I’m gonna cum,” I tell him.

“Yes, baby, cum on my dick.” He rubs my clit with a new vigor as his hips continually slam into mine. My orgasm washes over at me and I scream at the sensation. He pulls out and goes down to lap up the wetness from my orgasm. He comes back up and flips me over onto my stomach as he pushes himself back inside of me. He places his hand on the back of my neck as he pushes himself even deeper than before. I arch my back more as I push back onto him. 

He bends down to whisper in my ear, “such a good little slut, aren’t you?” 

I moan at his words and continue to push back onto him. He reaches under me to rub my clit again, and I jolt at the feeling, my entire body being so sensitive from my previous orgasms. I lift myself up so I’m level with him, and turn my head to connect our lips. His left hand wraps itself around my neck as his right works its way over my clit. My body starts to convulse as my third orgasm of the night takes over my body. “Gonna cum for me again?” he asks, “such a good girl.”

I throw my head back on his shoulder as my orgasm takes over my body, and I go completely limp. His attack on my body doesn’t seize though, he picks up the pace as he pushes me back down on the bed. His fingers dig into my hips and I can tell he’s close. His hip movements become erratic, and he starts groaning uncontrollably.

“Want me to cum in this pussy, baby?” he asks.

“Fuck yes, please, Harry,” I moan. 

That’s all it took, his movements came to a halt and I felt him coating my insides. Whenever he’s done, he pulls himself out and lays down next to me. I slowly drift off to sleep as I feel Harry pull me closer to him.

“Goodnight, beautiful,” he whispers before kissing the back of my head.

***

I woke up the next morning to Harry’s face buried into my neck. I check the time and curse whenever I see the time. I slowly unwrap myself from Harry’s grasp, throw my clothes from the previous night back on, and set my panties on the counter. Might as well give him something to remember me. I sigh as I scan the apartment one last time before exiting and leaving the building. Part of me wished I would’ve left him my number, but another part of me knew he wouldn’t have called anyway. A pretty boy like Harry has women fawning all over him all the time. No man fucks that good and isn’t a player. I brush the thought out of my head and make my way back to my apartment; thankfully he didn’t live too far from me.  

When I get home, I plug my phone into the charger and open it to copious texts from Allie. I decided to give her a call, I did tell her I’d tell her how it went after all.

“Bitch!” she answers, “how did it go? Was he good in bed? Was his dick big?” 

I rolled my eyes, “it went great, he was amazing in bed, and yes his dick was big.”

“So when are you seeing him again?” she asks.

I sigh, “I’m not.” 

“Bitch, why the fuck not?” she actually sounded offended.

I pinch the bridge of my nose, “because Al, guys like Harry are only into one thing, and he got what he wanted, end of story.”

“Well maybe if you would’ve stayed instead of dipping the second you wake up! Did you even leave your number?” she asks.

“No,” I answer, “he wouldn’t text anyway.

“y/n, I love you dearly, but you really are fucking stupid,” she comments.

I roll my eyes, “whatever.”

“We’re going back to that club, you’re going to see Harry again, there is no way a man who was looking at you the way he was last night is just going to hit it and quit it,” she states. 

“Whatever, Al, I’m going back to bed,” I say before I hang up. I put the phone down and changed out of my dress from last night. I lay down in bed and wrap myself up in my covers until I drift back to sleep.

[harrrrrryyyy]

spill your guts or fill your guts - h.s.

a/n: hi everybody! i know it’s been awhile since i last posted (i even said that i’d do it more), but i honestly haven’t been struck with inspiration for awhile. the good news is that i finally got around to getting back into writing this summer, and i’m super excited to share this piece with y’all! it’s the second installment to my ‘late night’ series, where famous!y/n (and sometimes h) appear on different late night tv shows or segments. i hope you guys enjoy it, and i appreciate all feedback that you guys give me! if you actually read this note, thanks for your attention, and happy reading! -paige xx

ps: i posted this once and it somehow got deleted so here we go again!

requests: open

song rec: “come around” // hoodie allen, christian french

In the day and age of talk shows being a crucial aspect of the life of a celebrity, you had been nothing but excited when James Corden had called you up and invited you to be on his show again. It was a star-studded lineup, with Kim and Kanye preceding your interview segment with a couple’s appearance and a performance by Shawn Mendes immediately closing out the show following a minor empty slot unfilled when the schedule arrived in your mailbox.  

When you originally heard about your fellow guests, you had felt unbelievably uneasy, because you felt your interview was the one that viewers figured they could skip for a bathroom break and a trip to the snack cupboard. Harry had spent weeks trying to talk you out of such negative thinking, because “It’s not your first time on the show, my love, ‘Carpool Karaoke’ was a smash!” even though, in hindsight, “They only watched it because you were in it, H.” However, it wasn’t Harry’s consistent encouragement that held up your spirits, but instead James’s surprise segment he decided to spring on you the day of the show.

“It’s a fun game, Y/N! I promise.”

Your response was immediate. “Absolutely not.”

Your publicist rolled her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest in irritation as you shut down the suggestion. “Don’t be so rude to James, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, shaking your head slightly as the talk show host sat comfortably in the spinny chair placed in front of his lighted mirror as a makeup artist performed a few last minute touch-ups on his face before the show started. “But I didn’t sign up for ‘Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts’. I have a weak stomach!”

James chuckled slightly, gently waving off the powder brush smothering his cheekbones and spinning around in his chair to face you. “Then don’t eat anything. Just answer all the questions.”

You groaned, your expression growing more and more desperate as show time grew closer. “And get killed by the public? No, thank you.”

“It’s all fun and games, my dear,” James reassured, pushing himself up out of his chair and patting both of your arms with his hands. “They’ll only kill you if you have something to hide.”

Your eyes closed in resignation, giving your publicist a side glance. “There’s no way out of this, huh?”

“Absolutely not,” she parrotted back at you, sending you a smug smile as she turned on her heel and started out the door. “Now, c’mon! Hair and makeup are waiting.”

———-

“Welcome back to the show, everyone!” James exclaimed, emphatically clapping his hands together with the audience. “Y/N Y/L/N is back in the building, and we have a fun game for her to play tonight!” He sent you a happy grin, his hands coming to rest on the circular table in front of him.

You shook your head in response, placing your face in your hands. “Oh, god.”

“Now, let’s take a look at what our chefs have prepared for us this time!” He began spinning the table in front of you, the various smells of the absolutely disgusting foods (can you even call it that?) mixing together to form a horrible odor that you were forced to inhale. “We have our famous cow’s tongue, a bull’s penis, a good ol’ shot of grasshoppers, fish eyes…” The list only continued to get worse, and your face scrunched just a tiny bit more every time James spun the table in front of you.

When he was finished, James glanced at you, his smile growing at your expression. You slightly leaned forward, giving the decapitated fish heads a wary look. “They’re staring, James.”

“Oh, sod off,” James laughed, reaching across the table to jokingly shove you a bit. “You’re lucky you only have to play this game once in your lifetime.”

A small giggle left your lips as you shrugged lightly. “Your show, Corden.”

“Alright, alright, what’re you gonna give me?” he questioned, gesturing grandly at the selection of delicacies in front of you.

You put on an obvious expression of deep thought, spinning the table slowly as your eyes scanned the dishes in front of you. “I think a good bull’s penis might start this game off well,” you decided, grinning wickedly as James groaned under his breath. Reaching for the infamous question card from the pile next to you, you flipped it over and read the question printed on the back, a small laugh escaping your mouth as you realized that his writers really didn’t let the host of the show off easy on this segment. “Alright, James, the audience really  would love to know: how do you rank your children and why?”

James’s expression fell into one of despair as he shook his head, eyes immediately pinning the writers standing off to the side of the stage. “I thought we were friends.”

“C’mon, every parent has their favorites,” you joked, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

He let out a scoff, his hand slowly but surely picking up one of the small dishes with the bull’s penis on it. “Oh, I can’t wait to ask you this exact question when you have kids, Y/N,” he said, raising the dish in a sort of cheers before tossing back all of its contents into his mouth quickly. He chewed slowly, his head jolting forward in a gag before grabbing the bucket placed next to his chair and spitting into it. “Oh, that’s revolting.”

A near cackle left your lips as you threw your head back in a laugh. “Oh, man up, J.”

James narrowed his eyes, immediately spinning the table to place the dreaded shot of hot sauce right in front of you. “Alright, missy, let’s see how well you do with this shot of a fish smoothie.” He paused, pointing his finger at you. “And I mean all of it. The whole shot.”

You let out a breath of a nervous giggle, knowing how prone your stomach was to immediately rejecting anything it didn’t take a liking to. You’d never had that conversation with your publicist, but you figured it was a good guess that puking on live television was a big no-no in the realm of show-business. “I regret agreeing to coming on this show so much right now.”

“So, Y/N,” James started, pausing dramatically to pluck the question card off of his stack. His smile only became more evil as his eyes scanned the text in front of him before looking back up at you. “A big part of your claim to fame is your recently released single about what we can only assume is your current significant other. Care to tell us who exactly you had in mind?” He squinted, tilting his head to the side inquisitively. “Or can we just agree that it’s a certain British popstar-slash-actor and move on with the game?”

Your jaw dropped at his obvious insinuation, your eyes widening as the words “live audience” flashed into your head in your publicist’s voice. “Bold of you to assume that about my love life when I haven’t spoken to you about it, James.”

“Bold of you to assume I only talk to one of you in the relationship,” James teased, his comment prompting a choreographed ooh from the audience as you scrunched your nose at his witty comeback.

Sighing dramatically, you played with the cup of fish smoothie in front of you. “‘Relationship’ is a big word, Corden. Don’t go throwing that around on live television, now.” Then, bracing yourself for what couldn’t have been a pleasant experience in any corner of your imagination, you slowly lifted the cup to your lips and took the smallest sip you could muster as the crowd started hollering at your choice. “And that’s my take on that topic. Next question.”

“Oh, c’mon!” James protested, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I thought that was one of the questions you would’ve had no trouble answering.”

Feigning ignorance, you played with the spinning table in front of you and slowly spun the number of delicacies around until James was met eyes with the decapitated fish. “Let’s go with this one.”

“Y/N…”

Completely sidestepping the insinuation behind his words, you picked up the next question card from your deck and grinned wickedly at what you read, finally making eye contact with the host from across the table. “Oh, J, better get your chaser ready ‘cus this one’s a doozy.”

Giving up on getting your attention back to the question he had asked you, he threw his hands up in dramatic exasperation. “I can’t wait.”

“You’ve been approached by a lot of celebrities for Carpool Karaoke, but a little bird told me that you’ve rejected a lot of them,” you began, a laugh bursting from your lips as you glanced up at James’s facial expression.

“Not very original, guys,” James commented, pointing again at the writers behind the cameras.

You shook your head, holding up a finger. “I wasn’t done.” Pausing for a dramatic effect, you raised an eyebrow at him before continuing. “So, tell me, James. Who’s a celebrity that’s rejected you for an appearance on this show?”

His jaw dropped dramatically, putting a hand to his chest. “You think someone would reject me?”

“Well, I already know one person who has,” you hinted, eyes glinting as you thought of the time Harry had told you about when he had to decline his invitation on the show because of other obligations. The audience, however, didn’t know this.

James immediately caught your reference, leaning forward suggestively. “And how do you know about that story, Y/N? A ‘little birdie’? Does his name rhyme with, oh, I don’t know, Barry?”

“Friends talk,” you said dubiously, placing the question card back on the table. “Spill or fill, James.”

Rolling his eyes, he turned the fish head away from him. “Well, now that you’ve given me a suggestion, I can tell the audience that Harry Styles did say no to me once, but only because he had other obligations with his mother that he couldn’t get out of!”

“Rejected by the Harry Styles? Must’ve hurt,” you teased.

Quick to retort, James grinned. “Not that you’d know how that feels.”

“Next question,” you sang, resting your chin on your hand.

Your banter continued for a few more minutes, questions aimed to cause a stir flying from both sides as you and James basically tried to ruin each other’s public careers on live television. However, judging from the delighted look that dawned on the host’s face, you knew this last question wouldn’t be as easy to escape from.

James laughed loudly, throwing his head back in amusement. “You literally can’t escape this one.” After calming down (and wiping a few fake tears of laughter from the corner of his eye), he spun the table around to set the shot of grasshoppers right in front of you. “Y/N, last question of the game, finishing this segment off with a bang. You have to give the people what they want, obviously.”

“Obviously,” you mocked, nodding in fake agreement.

“So, Y/N, who was the last person you went on a date with?” Just as you opened your mouth to answer with a quick-witted response, James put his hand up to stop you. “Because, according to these paparazzi pictures…”

He turned the card to face the audience and the cameras, a few enlarged images catching your eye. It was of you and (you guessed it) the man of the hour, Harry Styles himself, walking down a street in Los Angeles just the day before with your hands locked together. Even though both of you had sunglasses on, there was no mistaking his recognizable hair and the cross tattoo peeking out from between your intertwined fingers. You, on the other hand, were caught with your head thrown back in laughter as Harry told his horrible joke about how “the only reason people go into the pizza business is because they want to make some dough, Y/N.”

“Good chat to end your date, Y/N?” James asked coyly, his smile suggestive as he winked at you.

A heavy sigh left your lips, your finger tracing the lip of the bowl that the grasshoppers sat in. “Oh, now we’re bringing in evidence? Why didn’t I get the memo for the embarrassing childhood story question I asked you?”

“My show, my rules,” he answered, tapping the picture on the table. “C’mon, Y/N, you don’t even need to say anything now. Just tell the audience what it wants to hear: what was so funny?”

You grinned, already wanting to out Harry for his bad jokes but unsure if that was giving too much to the audience. After all, you and Harry had both agreed to avoid outright discussing your dating lives to the public in fear of jumping the gun too quickly on what you had hoped to be a more private relationship. But that might’ve been too much to ask from two people consistently in the spotlight, especially when one of them was Harry Styles. “You know H and his bad jokes, James.”

“Whose jokes are you calling bad?”

At the sound of his unmistakable voice, you turned around in your seat to see none other than your boyfriend striding across the stage, steps falling into rhythm with the roaring audience as they applauded his surprise arrival on the show. You could vaguely hear James introducing him to the camera with a shocked laugh (as if he hadn’t planned this all by himself, that sneaky bastard), but your main focus was trying to control your facial expression as he came up from behind your chair.

Don’t look too happy, or the cameras are gonna have a field day with the screenshots from this show. Gotta be subtle, Y/N.

“Love,” he greeted, bending down to leave a quick peck on your forehead before nodding to James. “James.” Well there goes subtlety.

James cleared his throat loudly, drawing all eyes to him. “I’m sorry, why don’t I get that type of affection when you greet me? Where’s my kiss?” He paused, tilting his head. “Or do you reserve that for girlfriends only?”

Harry chuckled, resting a hand on your shoulder as he nudged you over gently to take a seat next to you on the same chair. “Something like that.”

The audience ooh’d at his response, causing his grin to widen. He turned to look at you, green eyes squinted in a smile as you narrowed your eyes jokingly at him. “What’re you up to, Styles?”

“I’m not up to anything,” he defended, wrapping the arm closest to you around your shoulder. “Are you saying I can’t show up to support m’girl at a late-night talk show hosted by one of my close friends?”

At the all-too-obvious “g-word” that had just been dropped, the audience’s cheers grew in volume as they just realized your boyfriend had just publicly outed your relationship right in front of a live studio audience. While you and Harry had previously discussed going public with your relationship (and had both agreed that at this point, there was no point in denying any claims and downright lying considering the ample amount of evidence growing in favor of the ‘dating’ hypothesis), you never thought he’d be the one to pull a stunt on you on live television just to get a few good shots of your facial expression.

“Your girl?” James exclaimed, clapping his hands in delight as he turned to the audience. “You heard it here first, ladies and gentlemen! We have a full-fledged relationship on our hands!” He turned to pin an accusing glance in your direction. “You lied to me.”

You threw your head back in laughter. “I never lied to you, J. Publicity training has taught me well on the matter of navigating around questions like yours.”

“Look at tha’, she’s an ace at the fame game now, Corden,” Harry cooed jokingly, pinching your cheek. “Can’t shake this one.”

James rolled his eyes playfully. “I think we can all agree that I was just trying to get some justified updates on the couple that I’m responsible for creating.”

“The couple you’re responsible for?” your boyfriend asked incredulously. “If I recall correctly, you weren’t present during the whole wining and dining portion of this relationship, James.”

“It’s not my fault I didn’t get an invite, Styles,” James retorted smartly. “I’d like to think I would’ve been a wonderful maitre d on your first date.”

You laughed at his comment, leaning against Harry as if by instinct when he tightened his grip around your shoulder. “I don’t think they have any maitre d openings at McDonald’s, James.”

The audience’s amusement grew at the revelation of the location of your first date, their laughter growing in volume. James joined in on the revelry, letting out a shocked laugh. “You call McDonald’s ‘wining and dining’, Harry? Your growing superstar deserves more high class treatment than that, surely?”

“Hey, hey, you don’t have the full story,” Harry defended, playfully nudging you on the shoulder. “I would’ve taken her anywhere she wanted had she not insisted on a McFlurry. It was all for her.”

A collective ‘aw’ of endearment echoed throughout the crowd, but you rolled your eyes at his comment. “Alright, alright, everyone knows you’re perfect; you don’t have to prove them right on live television.”

“This is great,” James commented, playing with the spinning table in front of him as he pointed at the two of you. “My ratings will skyrocket after word gets out that I’m now running a late night talk show turned Bachelorette season.”

You and Harry laughed, but your boyfriend put a hand to his chest in mock offense. “That’s all we are to you? Ratings boosters?”

James opened his mouth to defend himself, but you interrupted before a word could get out. “If you’re looking for a ratings booster, I say we cut to the part where James Corden finally spills his guts instead of filling his guts on his own show.”

The audience ooh’d at your obvious jab at his tendency to eat the disgusting delicacies instead of providing avid viewers any interesting information about himself or the behind-the-scenes of his show. However, James took it in good stride and tucked his napkin into his shirt. “Bring it on, Y/N.”

Harry handed you the question card from on top of the stack, winking at James as you flipped it over and read whatever was printed on the back. “Do your worst, love.”

“If you don’t answer this, he’s gonna be upset,” you warned about Harry, spinning the table so the shot glasses filled with hot sauce were sitting in front of your host.

He leaned over to read the card over your shoulder, chuckling at what he saw and taking the question to read himself. “James, if you had to choose, whose album would you prefer to listen to for the rest of your life? Mine or Y/N’s?”

The expression on James’s face was one of regret, his head falling into his hands before looking at the two of you through spread fingers and arguing against the question. “In the name of my health and the good of our friendship, I can’t answer this.”

You grinned, gesturing towards the dish in front of him. “Bottoms up, Corden.”

“Or just admit that it’s mine, and we can all go home happy,” Harry teased, flinching slightly when you turned to playfully hit his arm and turning to lay a kiss on the side of your head. “But if you choose hers, I won’t be upset. I’d choose hers, too.”

“Nice save,” you commented, rotating the table back and forth in front of you as you waited for James to make his final decision. “Just remember that the rest of your life is a huge commitment, and I don’t know if you want a rubber chicken noise echoing in the back of your head ‘til the day you die.”

James laughed, pointing at you with his fork. “I’m choosing you just because you’re funny.”

“I’ll take it,” you conceded, smirking in triumph at your boyfriend, who let out a small laugh at your grin and rolled his eyes. “I win.”

“I let you win,” Harry joked. “We all know I’m the funny one in the relationship.”

“Oh, okay,” you agreed sarcastically. “The cantaloupe joke you tell isn’t even funny.”

A gasp escaped your boyfriend’s mouth, genuine surprise coloring his features. “You laugh every time!”

Before you could respond, James erupted in gleeful clapping. “And I get to air their first couple’s tiff? I should hire you for all the content you’re bringing me!”

“After going behind my back with this one,” you began, pointing your thumb at the man (who, of course, was all charming grins and cute dimples towards the audience) sitting next to you. “I should be paid double whatever you get from this episode.”

James comically blinked at you for a couple seconds before abruptly turning towards the camera and sending it an award-winning smile. “And there y’have it, folks! Spill your guts or fill your guts with the Styles! Give ‘em a round of applause!”

As the crowd erupted in cued cheers, you shook your head in exasperated amusement at James’s never-ending crusade to publicly promote your relationship with Harry. “Great, now he’s moved onto marriage jokes.”

Harry grinned at you, leaning down so the next words he muttered were only for your ears. “At least we’re not melons, or else we cantaloupe.”

A snort escaped your mouth as you turned and cupped his face in one of your hands. “And you think you’re the funny one.”

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A Twist In My Story || Harry Styles || Chapter Five.

Word Count: 1,110

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of rape, mentions of suicide 

Chapter One 

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

It was finally Halloween time, my favorite holiday. Everyone’s in a spooky mood, everyone’s getting ready for the countless costume parties that ensue due to the holiday.  I wasn’t sure if I was excited about the parties, I’ve been doing nothing but studying and partying since I started college, and I was getting kind of sick of it.  It’s the same thing every time, Jade and Louis go off into their own world, Harry acts like he wants to be with me, then when I’m finally getting somewhere, he shuts me out. It just wasn’t my scene anymore. So this Halloween, I’m staying in my dorm with my two favorite things; my bed and Netflix. 

An hour into Netflix and chill with myself, there’s a knock at the door.  I quickly pause the show I’m watching and hop out of bed.  I look out of the peephole and see that head of wild, curly hair. I unlock the door and open it up.

“Don’t you have a party to be at?” I ask him.

“I was, you weren’t there. Not much of a party without ya, love,” he replies.

I roll my eyes, “you’re not smooth.”

“Dunno sounded pretty smooth to me,” he smirks

I roll my eyes again.

“So are you gonna let me in or not?” he asks.

“Not,” I say, closing the door. His hand reaches out to stop the door from closing.

“Listen, no funny business just wanna spend some time with you,” he says, and he almost sounds genuine.

“Fine.” I open the door and let him in. 

“Knew you couldn’t resist me,” he gives me a cheeky smile.

“I can always kick you out.”

He throws his hands up defensively, “I’ll be good.” 

“Good.”

The night was going okay so far, Harry wasn’t being an asshole, and I was extremely thankful for it. 

Thirty minutes into watching Corpse Bride, I start to get restless.  I turn over on my right side facing Harry, who’s eyes divert to mine. 

“What’s with you?” I ask him.  

My question takes him by surprise, “what do you mean?”

I sigh, “you’re so closed off. Nobody around here seems to know anything other than you don’t waste your time with people.”

He opens his mouth to say something and then quickly closes it.

“You can leave,” I tell him as I start to get up from the bed. He grabs my arm and pulls me back down. 

“If you want to know so bad, I’ll tell you,” he says to me.  He takes a deep breath before he speaks, “I am closed off, but there’s a good reason for it. I wasn’t always like this, not until her.” 

“Who?” I ask.

“My parents divorced when I was seven. My sister took it harder than I did. A few years down the road, she’s a complete mess, going out and partying all the time. One night she came home and she wasn’t the same person anymore. She had bruises on her face and neck. My mother had her suspicions but Gemma wouldn’t talk about it until one night I found her almost dead in the bathtub.” Tears start falling from his eyes, “A group of my dad’s coworkers ran into her while she was walking home and raped and beat her.” 

I feel a pang in my heart as he chokes out the words. It made sense to me now why he always insisted on walking me home. 

“I’ve only ever been in one relationship when I was sixteen, it lasted a year.  She was more focused on partying and ‘living her life.’ I wasn’t into that kind of stuff, not until college at least. I broke up with her when my best friend sent me a video of them fucking,” he finishes. 

“I’m so sorry..” I start. 

“Listen, Olivia, I like you a lot. I know I don’t act like it, and I know I’m an asshole. I guess it’s kind of a defense mechanism, I don’t ever want to be in a vulnerable position like that again; trusting someone so much, only to have them screw me over,” he explains.

I felt my heart start to beat faster. Harry was being vulnerable and admitting his feelings for me, so I did the only thing that seemed logical. I grabbed his face and kissed him. His lips were salty from the tears that were running down his face. I quickly push him down on the bed and straddle him as our mouths move in sync. 

He pulls away, “as much as I want to, I’m not going to just because you feel bad for me.” 

“It’s not because I feel bad for you,” I assure him.

“Then what is it? You didn’t want anything to do with me a few hours ago,” he states.

“All I wanted was for you to open up,” I tell him.

“I did now, happy?”

I roll my eyes, “just kiss me.” 

He doesn’t object and quickly slams his lips against mine. He rolls us over so my back’s against the bed, and he’s on top of me. 

“You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of,” he whispers as he studies my face. 

The rest of the night was mainly Harry and I making out, talking about everything, and laughing. My Halloween night couldn’t have gone any better.

***

The sound of Harry’s deep voice followed by my roommates wake me up, but I keep my eyes closed so I don’t disrupt what they’re talking about.

“I’ve never seen you so invested in a person before,” Jade says.

“I haven’t felt this way in a long time,” he tells her, “I think I’m falling for her.” 

“You barely know her,” she sighs.

“She makes me feel safe for the first time,” he says as he pushes the hair that’s resting on my forehead back. 

“Well I’m happy for you, she’s a good girl,” Jade says.

“Too good for me.” 

“Be better for her,” Jade tells him.

I decide it’s time to “wake up.” I stretch before I open my eyes and look up at Harry. “Good morning.” he smiles.

“Morning,” I reply.

“You two are adorable, I’m rooting for you,” Jade says.

I smile as Harry’s eyes never leave me.

Jade quickly exits the dorm, leaving Harry and me alone again.

“So I was wondering something,” he speaks.

“What’s that?” I ask.

“This Friday, do you want to go to dinner with me?” he asks.

The question honestly takes me by surprise, “of course.”

“Wear something nice.” 

And so the rest of the day is spent cuddling and kissing, an occasional boob touch here and there

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Please

Can someone pls write me an angsty Harry one-shot based on 1D’s “Nobody Compares To You.” 

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A Twist In My Story || Harry Styles | Chapter Four

Summary: Olivia Michaels is a young girl who goes to college to experience life to become her own person, not who her mom has made her out to be.  When she meets a curly headed bad boy named Harry Styles, everything changes for her.

Word Count: 1,442

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex

Chapter Three

It was really hard to avoid someone when your only friends on campus were his friends too. That’s why every time I’m near him, I ignore him. I don’t even acknowledge him; it’s not worth my time. Tonight was one of those nights. We were at the guys’ frat house playing Spin the Bottle. I didn’t really want to play, didn’t want to risk having to kiss Harry. Jade kept bugging, so I eventually gave in. So here we are, I’m sitting next to Liam and Niall; as far away from Harry as possible. My turn was coming up soon and I was extremely anxious. Niall spun the bottle and it landed on Louis. I laugh as soon as Niall and Louis kiss and quickly pull away, looking disgusted.

“Your turn, Liv,” Jade announces.

I collect myself and spin the bottle. It’s steady at first then slows down and lands on Niall. A breath I didn’t even realize I was holding escapes my mouth. I look at Niall and we both lean in, our lips touching. We kiss for a good five seconds before Harry scoffs, “that’s enough.”

I roll my eyes and pull away from Niall, smiling.

Liam spins the bottle and it lands on Trinity, they give each other a quick kiss and go back to their spots.

It’s Harry’s turn to spin the bottle now. He gives it a quick spin and I pray to God that it doesn’t land on me. I watch the bottle stop, and of course, it lands on me.

I huff in annoyance as Harry’s crawling over to me. He places my cheeks in his hands and plants his lips on mine. I immediately kiss back, our mouths moving together perfectly. There’s a lot of hooting and catcalls around our circle when he slips his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues go together in a perfect dance.

“Okay, guys! Get a fucking room!” I hear Trinity yell.

I pull away from him and he goes back to his spot in the circle. My lips are still swollen from our hot kiss as the game continues on. We play for a few more rounds until Jade gets bored with it.

I leave the little circle to go find another beer, and when I stumble into the kitchen, it’s not long before Harry follows.

“You’re ignoring me, flower,” he states.

“Damn, is it that obvious?” I ask sarcastically.

“What I wanna know is why?” he asks.

“You made it pretty obvious, Harry, you don’t want anything to do with me,” I tell him.

He sighs, “I never said that.”

I chuckle, annoyed, “yes you did.”

I look at him as he tries to get the words out.

“I’m just..” he stutters, “I’m not good at this.”

“Good at what, Harry?” I ask him, confused.

“Feelings. I haven’t felt like this in a long time,” he huffs, “I don’t know what the fuck to do.”

I roll my eyes, “I’m not interested in your games.”

He grabs my bicep before I can leave the kitchen, “there are no games. I don’t know how to deal with these feelings, I’ve never-”

I cut him off, “I don’t wanna hear it, I’m not someone you can just toy with Harry, I’m a human being.”

I nudge him away from me and leave the kitchen, trying to find Jade. When I finally find her, she’s busy in a corner with Louis making out. I shy away from them and try to find someone else I know. After five minutes of looking, I decided to just leave. On my way out, an Irish accent calls my name, Niall.

I turn around and smile at him.

“That was some kiss,” he says to me.

I nod, “it was nice.”

“Too bad it was interrupted by Harry, I swear he has a thing for you,” he continues, “never seen the guy act that way.”

“Who knows, all he’s been doing is playing mind games with me. I’m not gonna put up with it,” I tell him.

“I say give the lad a chance, he’s really a sweet guy once you get through his ‘macho man’ persona,” he tells me.

I think about what he says, but I just don’t know if I can give him a chance. Harry’s not the type of guy you bring home to your mother, and my mother would have a conniption if I brought Harry home to her. Cory would absolutely love him though. I was caught between what I wanted and what I thought was right. I didn’t really know anything about Harry though. He was a complete mystery to me. The moments I get him to open up are rare, and they don’t last long.  

It wasn’t until minutes after my conversation with Niall, that I realized how stupid I was being. I didn’t come to college with the intent on getting into a serious relationship. That’s the last thing that’s on my mind. School is the most important thing for me at the moment. I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. I quickly pick it up and look at the caller ID, Mom.

“Hello?” I answer.

“Olivia! I’ve been trying to call all day, why didn’t you pick up?” she scolds.

“I didn’t hear my phone go off, sorry Mom,” I apologize.

“What’s that noise?” she asks.

I sigh and walk to outside, hoping she doesn’t hear the music from out here.

“Studying with some friends, have a big test tomorrow,” I lie.

“Cory told me that you’ve been hanging around boys, Olivia, you know what I told you about them!” she practically yells through the phone.

I roll my eyes, “yep.”

“You need to be using your valuable time studying, not whoring around with boys.”

“I’m not whoring around, Mom. Even if I was, I’m eighteen years old. Let me live my life!” I yell back.

“Don’t you get an attitude with me,” she warns.

“No, I’m sick of it, you’re overbearing. My whole life I wasn’t allowed to do the things normal kids were doing. You let Cory do whatever the hell he wanted.”

“Don’t swear at me!” she yells.

“I’m done with this conversation, Mom. I will do what I want.”  With that, I hang up.

I put my phone away and sit down on the edge of the sidewalk with a sigh.

“You good?” I hear that deep English accent ask.

“Yeah,” I reply.

“Don’t sound like it,” he says as he takes a seat next to me, “what’s up?”

I laugh sadly, “my mom.”

“Not a pleasant conversation?” he asks coyly.

“It never is with her,” I sigh, “I was never allowed to do anything, wasn’t allowed to be around boys, nope, had to focus on school. Ever since my dad left, she’s smothered me.”

“Is she the reason you moved so far away from home?” he asks.

“How’d you know that?” I ask.

“Jade,” he answers.

I lay my head on his shoulder and sigh, “I think she expects me to be celibate the rest of my life.”

“That’s no fun.”

“I wouldn’t know,” I joke.

The look in his eye is so intense, it almost knocks the wind out of me. I study his face, he really is the definition of beautiful. His hair was wild and his eyes were a dark green right now.

He leans closer to me, putting his mouth up to my ear, “you have no idea the things I’d like to do to you.”

I shiver at his words, “then show me.” I try to sound as confident as possible, but I was a nervous mess.

He moves his lips down to my neck, placing a few kisses on it.

“Soon, love,” he whispers before softly grabbing my neck and placing more kisses on it.

The interaction is so hot, I can feel myself getting wetter as he continues kissing my neck. He slowly pulls away, looking into my eyes, “so beautiful.” His lips finally come up to mine and he pulls my bottom lip with his teeth, causing me to moan quietly.

He pulls away and smirks, “thought you were done with me.”

And just as quickly as the butterflies were there, they were gone.

“Trust me, I don’t.” I stand up and walk away. I figured it was time to leave. I expect Harry to follow me and give me the same, “it’s too dangerous to be walking alone.” bullshit, but he doesn’t. I turn around to check if he’s still here, but he’s not. Must’ve gone inside. It was unbelievable how stupid I was when it came to him.

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A Twist In My Story || Harry Styles | Chapter Three.

Summary: Olivia Michaels is a young girl who goes to college to experience life to become her own person, not who her mom has made her out to be.  When she meets a curly headed bad boy named Harry Styles, everything changes for her.

Word Count: 1,385

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex

Chapter One 

Chapter Two

I was never one to be promiscuous, but this plan to have Harry take my virginity had me feeling bad, in the best way possible. I tried to be as seductive as possible whenever I’m around him, but he never seems to notice my advances. Maybe he’s doing it on purpose to get a rise out of me. I was almost ashamed to say it was working. A week ago, it seemed like he was really into me, but now it seems like he doesn’t even give a damn. Maybe we completely misread the situation.

“So, Harry,” Jade says, “anyone new in your life?”

He scoffs, “you damn well know these hoes are not worth my time.”

I frown at his answer. He definitely is not into me.

He gets up and walks into what I’m going to assume is his room.

Jade looks over at me and motions for me to chase after him. I listen and hop up, going up to his door and knocking on it.

“Come in.” I open the door and see him sitting by the window, smoking a blunt.

“What do you want?” he asks, taking a hit.

“You good?” I ask, taking a seat next to him on the bed.

“Yeah, just tired of all the questions, it’s like I’m being interrogated,” he explains.

I nod, “I get that.”

He passes me the blunt and I take a quick hit before handing it back over to him.

“If you don’t mind me asking-”

He interrupts me, “I do mind, but you’re gonna ask anyway.”

I shut up and look down at my hands.

“Just ask, Liv,” he says looking into my eyes.

“Why don’t you get involved with girls?” I ask.

He sighs, “I just don’t have an interest in screwing someone and then never seeing them again.”

“But why?” I ask.

“It’s not how I was raised,” he huffs.

“Jade told me she thinks you don’t even like sex,” I laugh.

“I love it, every man does, but I don’t want a one night stand. I want a connection,” he answers, “that’s what makes it so good.”

He looks at me, and I mean, he really looks at me.

“I haven’t found anyone that I was even remotely into until recently,” he says while grabbing ahold of my chin, “oh, the things I’d like to do to you.” He leans in closer and places his lips on mine. I immediately kiss back and wrap my arms around his neck. He lays me back on to his bed as our lips move together. His tongue darts into my mouth and mine collide against his in an attempt for dominance. He takes my hands and pins them above my head, his right hand pinning my wrists down. I moan into his mouth as I feel his growing bulge rub against me. He quickly pulls away, leaving one last peck on my lips.

“But I’m not gonna do those things. Yet.” He puts emphasis on the ‘yet’.

My lips go to a pout. He chuckles, “look at you being greedy. Don’t worry, love, I’ll make you feel better than you’ve ever felt before. I just wanna take my time, make sure you’re treated right.”

He lays back down next to me and runs his fingers through my hair.

“You’re absolutely breathtaking,” he whispers, his forest green eyes staring deeply into my brown ones.

“So are you,” I tell him.

He smiles and rests his hand on my cheek. “You make me want to believe again.”

I fall asleep to the sound of Harry’s heartbeat.

I wake up to something moving under me, I look below me and see Harry sleeping peacefully. The view is almost enough to make my heart melt. He really is a beautiful creature. It’s only a few minutes before his eyes flutter open and he’s looking up at me.

“Mornin’, flower,” he says with a groggy voice.

“Flower?” I ask.

“S’cute, like you,” he explains, “hate to make this short, but I have class.”

I quickly stand up, “yeah, I do too.”

I leave his room and walk into the living room. Jade and Louis are on the couch, practically on top of each other. Niall and Liam are crammed onto a single love seat on the other side of the room. Everyone’s snoring loudly.

I chuckle to myself and walk out of the frat house and make my way to the dorms. A pair of strong hands grab ahold of my bicep, I look up and see Harry.

“Told ya, it’s not safe to walk around these parts by yourself,” he says catching his breath.

“Harry, it’s morning for Christ’s sake!” I exclaim.

“Predators never sleep.”

I roll my eyes but don’t object. If it makes him feel better, he can walk me back to my dorm.

We finally make it to my room after what seemed like a mile walk.

“I had a really good time with you last night,” he tells me.

“I’d imagine, your tongue was down my throat most of it,” I joke.

His brows furrow, “I’m being serious. It’s the most fun I’ve had with another person in a long time.”

I smile, “well I’m glad. You know where I am if you ever need a good time.”

He smiles before leaning in and kissing me. It’s a sweet kiss but it does last a while. I sadly have to pull away.

“I have to get to class,” I tell him. “Okay, see you around, love.” He kisses me one last time and walks away. I rush through my door and throw on whatever clothes I can find, brushing my hair and rushing out of the door to try and make my first class.

By the time my British Lit class comes around, I’m so exhausted and done with the day. I sit in my usual spot next to the girl with the septum piercing. It’s been almost a month, and I still have no idea what her name is.

Fifteen minutes into the lecture, the classroom door opens and in comes Harry with a goofy smile on his face. He spots me and sits in the open seat next to me.

“You can’t sit there,” the girl next to me says.

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, I’m sitting next to my girl,” he smirks.

My eyes go wide at him calling me his “girl.”, but before I can talk, Professor Walkins interrupts, “Mr. Styles, you’re fifteen minutes late.”

“Sorry, ma’am, won’t happen again.” He sits back in his seat and listens to what Walkins is saying.

“What are you doing here?” I ask him.

“It’s British Literature, I think if anybody should study it, it should be me, the British guy,” he explains, “and I heard you had this class.”

“That’s kind of weird,” I say under my breath.

“Can’t hear ya, love, gotta speak up,” he tells me.

I roll my eyes and go back to paying attention to whatever Walkins was talking about.

The rest of the class consisted of Walkins preaching about ‘The Canterbury Tales’ while Harry was trying to play footsies with me. When class finally ended, I couldn’t have left soon enough. Harry catches up to me of course, how could he not with those long legs. It’s moments like this that I curse having short legs.

“You in a hurry or something?” he asks, keeping up with my fast pace.

I stop in my tracks and look at him, “what are we?”

He chuckles, “what do you mean?”

I roll my eyes, “one minute, you’re an ass, the next you’re kissing me, and now you’re calling me ‘your girl’?”

He looks at me dead in the eyes, “there isn’t an ‘us’. I don’t date.”

I feel my heart breaking with every word he speaks. “Sorry if you thought it was something, but it’s not.”

I shake my head to try and stop the tears from falling, but it’s no use, they quickly fall down my face and I continue my fast pace to my dorm. I don’t look back at him, I just keep going. I was stupid. It was stupid of me to even get involved. It was stupid of me to try and lose my virginity to him. It wasn’t something you just gave away to a boy like that. As much as I hated to say it, I wasn’t special in the eyes of Harry Styles. I was just another girl he didn’t have the time for.

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Not Harry related, but went to this show last night and it was absolutely amazing 💖

Hotel Diablo Tour: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania 02/06/2019 (📸: canonchris216)

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A Twist In My Story || Harry Styles | Chapter Two.

Okay, so I was gonna wait to post this, but I’m way too excited to get it posted. 

Summary: Olivia Michaels is a young girl who goes to college to experience life to become her own person, not who her mom has made her out to be.  When she meets a curly headed bad boy named Harry Styles, everything changes for her. 

Word Count: 1,285

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex

Chapter One

The first few weeks of school were okay. I liked all of my classes and the professors were nice enough. I haven’t seen Harry since the beginning of the year party. He hasn’t shown up with Jade since the first time I met him. I didn’t know if I was relieved about that or not.  I’ve decided that I really wasn’t that into him, it was just pure sexual attraction and nothing more. I’ve gotten to know Niall more the past week. He’s the sweetest guy ever. You wouldn’t believe it because of all the tattoos and “bad boy persona.” But I had a feeling that they all weren’t as hard as they tried to be.  

I walk to my British Lit class and take a seat in the middle, more towards the back next to a girl with a septum piercing and black beanie on.

“You’re Olivia, right?” she asks as I sit down.

“Yeah, how’d you..”

She cuts me off before I can get the words out, “I’d be careful if I were you, that group of people you’ve been hanging around is bad news.”

“What do you mean?” The professor trudges in the room, interrupting me.

I think about what the girl next to me said the whole entire duration of the class. After class is over, I walk back to my dorm room. I’m surprised when I see Harry sitting on my bed, but before I say anything, my phone goes off, Cory.  

I answer, “Hey Bean!”

“Hey Sprout, how’s school so far?” he asks.

“It’s been pretty good, I like my classes, the people are nice,” I answer.

“Any boys?” he asks sternly.

“You know I don’t have the time for that.” I laugh.

“It’s college, Liv, live life, mess around, do irresponsible pre-adult shit,” he tells me.

“If only it were that easy,” I scoff.

“It is! This is an order, live your goddamn life. Who cares what mom has to say? You’re an adult now, do what the fuck you want.” At this point, I feel like he’s preaching.

“Alright, alright, I have to go,” I tell him. I hang up after we say goodbye and look at Harry.

“Boyfriend?” he asks.

“What are you doing in here?” I ask.

“Haven’t seen you in so long, love. Figured I’d stop in to say ‘hi’, now tell me,” he stands up and walks over to me, “was that your boyfriend?”

I laugh, “why do you care?”

“Don’t get it twisted, love, I don’t,” he snaps.

“Was my brother,” I say quietly, “can you uh..leave?”

“Whoa! Kicking me out already? Must say, that’s pretty rude of ya.” He acts like I hurt him.

“I have shit to do, and dealing with yours is not on the list.” I roll my eyes, “out.”

“That’s alright, I think I’m gonna say,” he says with the goofiest smile on his face.

“Unbelievable,” I say under my breath.

“You know, you should really speak up, can’t hear ya.” I roll my eyes,

The next two hours consist of me trying to do school work, and Harry trying to get a reaction out of me, and about a half hour in, he did.

“C’ mon, love, Def Leppard or Great White?” he asks.

“Tough choice.” I rub my chin, “Metallica.”

“Not an option, but I like your style.”

The door opens to reveal Jade and Louis.

“Oh hey, Harry what are you doing here?” Jade asks.

“Just hanging out with Liv,” he answers looking over at me, winking.

I try to hide the blush on my face.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt anything, we’ll leave you guys to it,” Jade says, ushering Louis back out of the room.

“So where were we?” he asks.

“You were asking absolutely meaningless questions,” I answer.

“Whoa whoa, no need to get smart.” He throws his hands up in defense.

I huff and lay down on my back.

“Who’s was the best lay you’ve ever had?” he asks.

I freeze, “w-what?”

“Sex, who was the best at it?” he asks.

I clear my throat as I try not to stutter, “I wouldn’t know.”

He sits up immediately, “what do you mean you don’t know?”

His eyes study me as I try to find the right words, “I’ve never..”

“You’re a virgin?!” The excitement and bewilderment are adamant in his voice.

“Yeah,” I say quietly.

Nothing more is said after that, we just sit there in complete silence.

“It’s not like I didn’t want to, my mom was really strict. The only time I ever went out was when I snuck out to go to parties with my older brother,” I explain myself. I don’t know why I feel the need to explain the reason why I’m still a virgin to him.

“It’s okay, don’t need to explain yourself to me,” he says as he rubs my arm.

“I know, I’m lame, 18-year-old virgin.”

“You’re in no way lame, it’s actually kind of hot,” he tells me.

My eyes immediately go wide.

“I’ve always dreamt about being with a virgin,” he goes on, “I heard they get wet so easily.”

I’m in shock because of his words.

“Well, I have to go, see you around, love,” he says before getting up and walking out the door. I wasn’t entirely sure what his problem was but his words still left a ringing in my ear. It sounded so dirty coming from his mouth.  

Jade comes back an hour after Harry left; squealing about how good Louis is in bed. I couldn’t say I knew, I’m not sexually active. The only sexual experience I have was giving Tommy Kapowski a handjob during Seven Minutes in Heaven.

“So why was Harry here earlier?” Jade asks curiously.

“I honestly have no idea, I came back from class and he was just here,” I answer truthfully.

“I told ya, I think he has a thing for you.” She winks.

“I don’t think that’s what it is,” I say doubtfully.

“Trust me, girl, Harry doesn’t just talk to anyone. I told you, I haven’t ever seen him with a girl before. Seriously think he’s gay.” she laughs.

“I don’t think he’s gay,” I tell her, “he said some weird shit to me today.”

She stops what she’s doing and looks at me, “bitch, spill!”

“I told him I was a virgin and I’m pretty sure he said he wanted to take my virginity?” I answer in more of a question.

“Okay, first, you’re a virgin? And second, Harry having sex?” she says surprised, “I don’t know, I never used to think Harry was a normal guy, he was never a horndog. Always seemed like he didn’t like sex that much.”

I shrug, “I wouldn’t know anything about that subject.”

“Seriously, you’re a fucking virgin?” she asks.

I nod.

“But how?” she asks.

“Strict mom.” She nods.

“Well you know what they say, college is the place to experiment,” she winks.

“I don’t know,” I say shyly.

“Liv, it’s your time to get a little wild. I say you lose your virginity to Harry, obviously, he’s down,” she says.

“Wouldn’t that be weird?” I ask.

“Why would it be? No one really knows the people they’re having sex with.” she shrugs and sits down on her bed, “no one really knows what Harry’s like in bed, so you can give me all the deets.”

“I really don’t know about all of this,” I tell her.

“Live a little, Harry’s not a bad choice,” she assures me.

“I guess.”

“Atta girl!” she exclaims, throwing her hand in the air. I high five her and we both lay down. I had a bad feeling about all of this.

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I just wanna let it be known that I've been writing like crazy and I've got Chapters 2-4 of A Twist In My Story done already 😌

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Masterlist

Fics

The Bartender’s Kinda Cute

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

A Twist In My Story

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

One Shots

The Harold Song

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A Twist In My Story || Harry Styles | Chapter One.

Word Count: 1,709

Warnings: swearing

Chapter Two

   Today marked the first day of the rest of my life; I was finally headed off to college.  It was a scary thought; me being on my own for the first time in my life.  My mom wasn’t going to be there to watch my every move, and my dad, well, my dad was never really there, to begin with.  I got accepted into my dream college, UCLA.  I’ve wanted nothing more than to get away from my overbearing mother, so I chose a school that was the whole way across the country.  Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love my mom, she’s just a bit much.  She’s a bit much all the time.  She didn’t necessarily approve of me moving all the way out to California, but it’s my life and I’m going to live it how I want.   “Do you have everything you need?” Mom asks. I nod my head and sling my bag full of clothes over my shoulder.   “I never thought this day would come, you’re going to actually make something of yourself,” Mom cries, “I wish your brother would have.” “Hey!” My brother yells. “Well, you damn well know it’s the truth, Cory,” Mom yells back. I intervene, “can we not fight right now? I’m getting ready to leave.” “You’re right, I’m sorry,” she apologizes, “we’re going to miss you so much, baby.” “Speak for yourself,” Cory mumbles. “As if you’re not going to miss me,” I chuckle, pulling him into a big hug. “Of course I’m gonna miss ya, Sprout.” I smile at the nickname he gave me when I was five. “I’m gonna miss you, too.” I pull away from him and try to blink away the tears that are threatening to spill, “alright, I have a long ride ahead of me, I better go.” I tell everyone goodbye and hop in my car.  Planes were a huge no for me, so I started up my car and make my way to Los Angeles.   *** I pull into the parking lot of the dorm rooms and look for the right building.  Once I find it, I start walking toward it, looking around to see all of the people around me.  They were the typical college stereotypes you see in movies.  Jocks, band geeks, the one who thinks they’re “baddies”, cheerleaders, goths, nerds, the lot.  My eyes land on a particular group dressed in mostly black, tattoos and piercings everywhere.  Not my type of group, but something about one of the guys standing in the group grabbed my attention.  He was tall, tattoos all over his arms, and disheveled curly hair.  He was jaw-droppingly gorgeous from what I could see from the distance.  I quickly look away as his eyes meet mine and continue into the dorm building.  I find my room and open the door. I look around the room as I drop my bags down on the floor. There were 80’s rock band posters all over the walls.  Motley Crue, ACDC, Guns N’ Roses, Queen.  I already approved of this girl.  The door opens, snapping me out of my thoughts, in comes a girl with jet black hair, followed by that same guy I was checking out in the Quad. “Oh!” the girl exclaims, “you must be Olivia, I’m Jade!” I smile, “it’s nice to meet you.” “And this is my friend Harry,” she introduces curly. “I wouldn’t call us friends,” he says in the deepest English accent.  I swear my knees almost give out by just the sound of his voice.   “Oh shut up!” she argues. I listen to their bickering while I try to finish all of my unpacking. “So, Olivia, where are you from?” Harry asks. “Ohio,” I answer, “judging by your accent, you’re from England?” “Obviously,” he says with a little attitude. “Obviously,” I mock his accent.   “What was that?” he asks. I give him a quick, “nothing” and finish what I was doing. “Anyway, there’s a beginning of year party tonight, you in?” Jade asks. “As if, she seems like the biggest prude ever,” Harry says rudely. I laugh at his assumption, “I’m definitely down.” I may have a good girl facade but I’m anything but.  You don’t have a brother like mine without going to some insane parties with him.   “It starts at 9!” she says enthusiastically, “I can help you pick out an outfit.” “Alright, cool,” I tell her. Jade eventually kicks Harry out of our room so we can get ready. “What’s his problem?” I ask Jade as I finish my winged liner. “No one knows, he’s just an ass,” she explains, “I think he likes ya.” I laugh out loud, “I definitely didn’t get that vibe off of him when we met.” “He’s like that with everyone, that’s not even as bad as he can get,” she explains.   “Pretty hot though,” I say bluntly. She laughs, “that he is. Don’t get any ideas though, as far as I know, Harry doesn’t date. He doesn’t even give girls the time of day.  I’m starting to think he’s gay, to be honest.” “Bummer.” *** “Okay, yes! That is the dress,” she says looking at the lacy black dress that’s currently hugging my body.  I looked good, I felt good, now it’s time to blow this party’s socks off. The frat house wasn’t too far from the dorm room, so we walked over.  The party just started and it already seemed to be in full swing. Jade led me to her group.  I was hoping that Harry would be among them, but he isn’t.   “Hey guys, this is Olivia,” she introduces me.   “I’m Niall,” the blonde one says, Irish. “I’m Louis,” the one with brown hair and blue eyes says, English. “I’m Liam,” the one with brown hair and brown eyes says, also English. “It’s nice to meet you guys,” I say. “What’re you drinking Liv?” Niall asks. “I’ll just take some beer,” I answer. Harry finally shows up when Niall leaves to get me a beer. “Well shit,” he says looking directly at me, “didn’t think you’d actually show.” I shrug, “I’m not a prude.” “We’ll see about that,” he smirks. Niall comes back and hands me a red solo cup full of beer. I take a swig and make my way out to the dancefloor with Jade and her other girlfriends, Trinity and Becca. I feel eyes on me the entire time I’m moving my hips to the beat of the song.  Becca comes up to me, “Harry is totally checking you out right now.” I look up to where Harry is, and sure enough, he is. I roll my eyes and turn away from him, continuing to dance with Jade and Trinity.  A pair of hands wrap around my waist and I feel a prominent bulge press against my ass.  I figure it’s Harry and continue to grind against the man.  All too quickly, he’s pulled off of me, I turn around and look at Harry throwing a punch at someone. “Stay the fuck away from her!” Harry yells. My eyes go wide as Harry looks at me with rage in his eyes, “that’s how you end up dead in a ditch.” “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I say exasperated. I walk upstairs to the bathroom and quickly close the door behind me.  I look at myself in the mirror and sigh. The door opening startles me, and before I say anything, Harry’s closing the door again, locking it.   “That’s was a bold move you pulled back there,” he says, anger in his voice. “I don’t know what you mean,” I say, “I’m just trying to have a good time.” “A good time doesn’t require grinding on a complete stranger!” he argues. “You’re not my dad, Harry, I barely even know you!” I yell. “I’m just trying to warn you, most guys at this school are scummy,” he explains. “Thank you, but I don’t want nor need your help. I’m a big girl,” I tell him. He looks down at me, his eyes are almost unreadable, “alright. Next time I guess I’ll just let ya get kidnapped and murdered.” “Wow, dramatic much?” I cross my arms. “You shouldn’t trust college boys,” he says. “And why should I trust you?” I ask. “You shouldn’t,” he replies and walks out the door, slamming it on his way out. I gather my thoughts and make my way out of the bathroom as well. Harry was strange, but there was something about him that I was extremely attracted to.  I barely knew the guy, but there was something inside of me that really wanted to get to know him. I find Jade and tell her that I’m heading home.  As I’m walking, I hear footsteps on the pavement behind me. I quicken my pace, but it’s no use, whoever was walking behind me, grabs my arm and turns me around.  I’m relieved when I see that it’s just Harry. “Didn’t want you walking alone, there are creeps out here,” he says. “Only creep I see here is you,” I say. “Haha, very funny,” he says sarcastically. “Why do you even care if I make it home safe?” I ask. “Jade seems to like you, don’t wanna hear her crying around about it.” His tone isn’t as harsh as his words are. We walk in silence for the most part. I’m relieved when I see the dorm building come into view. We walk into the building and up to my room, but he stops me before I can open the door. “You’re not as bad as I thought,” he says through furrowed brows. “Well, thanks?” I say as more of a question. “Okay, well have a good first day,” he says before walking off.  I turn around and unlock my door, but before I can, Harry comes back. “I forgot something.” Before I can say anything, he leans down and places a loving kiss on my cheek. “See you around,” he says and then leaves. I quickly open the door and fall back on to my bed. What the fuck is this dude’s problem?  An ass one minute, then the next he’s kissing my cheek? Thoughts of tonight consume me until I drift off to sleep.

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Harry in LA (18/05)