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christmas with you

harry styles x female OC

summary: written in harry's pov. a small one-shot detailing a sweet family christmas with harry's wife and his child. he's gone overboard with presents for them both, but will a special surprise from her beat out any gift he had given?

word count: 6.7k

warnings: smut

Bliss.

That was the best word I could use to describe how I was feeling at this moment. Just utter bliss.

We sat in the back of a quaint old church, quietly listening to the melodic carolling, and I had never been happier. No amount of sold-out shows, albums produced or awards won could ever inspire this much happiness within me.

I looked to my left and took in the sight that was responsible for all my joy. My wife and my child.

My nearly two-year-old, Finn, had his chubby little hand wrapped around a strand of his mother's hair. She didn't mind, she was absentmindedly stroking his head as she cradled him against her chest and listened to the music. Finn was behaving immaculately throughout this, despite my wife, Cara, being convinced that he wouldn't be able to make it through the first 20 minutes. I was more optimistic, choosing to have more faith in my child's ability to sit through a carol service despite it being close to his bedtime.

My optimism had paid off however and the feeling of being sat with my small family on Christmas Eve listening to carols was something I wouldn't trade for the world.

I took my focus off my son for a bit and looked up at my wife. She looked ethereal in the low candlelight, her face glowing despite the stress that came along with Christmas Eve. Granted that stress was mostly caused by me not getting the right Christmas crackers from Waitrose, even though I'm not entirely sure how you can get the wrong Christmas crackers. Nevertheless, I had been in the dog house for most of the day and therefore was stuck on child duty. Luckily I had found a website where Finn and I could track Santa's movements across the globe and although I'm pretty sure Finn hasn't quite grasped the concept of Santa yet, he was still enthralled with the graphics that kept popping up whenever "Santa" reached a new place.

Back to my wife. Despite the ticking off and the nagging I had endured today, I had never been more in love with her. There were not enough words in the English language to describe how I felt about her. She had entered my life when I needed her the most and had stuck by my side through it all. Then she had gone and given me the greatest gift I'd ever received. She made me a father and for that, I was eternally grateful.

I sat there for a while, just admiring them. The way Finn nuzzled his head into his mother's chest as he grew more tired, and the soft kisses she pressed to his head as she shifted him into a more comfortable position. I watched on as he began to get a bit fussy, a clear sign he was ready to sleep, but my wife barely batted an eyelid. She soothingly rubbed his back and soon enough his eyes were drooping and with a huff, he slowly fell asleep. As gently as I could, I looped my arm around Cara's shoulders and pulled her into my side. A lazy smile grew on her face as she settled her head on my shoulder and continued to cradle our child. I peeked down at my sleeping son, the feeling of happiness growing so much in my chest that I thought I would explode.

"I love you both so much," I whispered quietly to my wife, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"We love you too," she murmured back, "Best dad ever."

My heart swelled more at those words if that was even possible. When I found out Cara was pregnant, I had spent months stressing that I wouldn't be able to be a good dad due to the nature of my work and spent many sleepless nights fearing that I wouldn't be present enough for the both of them. Once I had opened up to Cara about it, however, she came up with the solution in seconds.

For the first six months of Finn's life, I essentially fell off the face of the planet. I set up a recording studio in the basement of our London home so I could keep writing but also be right there for Cara and Finn. It meant Cara could have her support network around her as they lived nearby and I put my foot down hard whenever anyone suggested touring. I missed it, touring had been my favourite thing to do, but the minute Finn was born, he was my new favourite thing. The moment he was placed in my arms, I thought nothing would ever top that feeling ever again. Yet every day I seem to top that feeling again and again. Even on the hardest of days, they both will make a smile creep onto my face.

It was actually Cara who pushed me back into touring again. I was adamant about staying in London till Finn was at least 1, but Cara insisted. I had released an album that I worked on during her pregnancy and the first months of Finn's life and she knew I wanted to perform it. So at 7 months, we packed up our lives and they joined me on tour. It was stressful but entirely worth it. There was nothing like the elation I felt when I would run off stage and be met by my smiling baby and gorgeous wife.

I had toured for a year and a bit, finishing up about a month ago, more than long enough to appease my fans and myself. I was now working on my next album, as well as undertaking a few side projects but with the majority of my focus remaining on my family. Especially as Cara was going to start a new job in January. She was going to be working part-time as a lawyer for a charity she was incredibly passionate about. It thrilled me to see her be so excited about her new venture and I was willing to do whatever it took to help her realise her dreams. It meant that I was going to be taking over on the childcare front and honestly, I had no complaints.

Plus, I recorded some of my last album with Finn securely strapped to my chest in his baby carrier, and for some reason, Cara was very turned on by the sight of me being a dad while singing.

As I said, no complaints.

I felt a small nudge in my side, and I looked up to see the carol service had finished and the people around us were already up and collecting my belongings. I had properly zoned out thinking about my family. I blinked out of my stupor and looked over at my wife who was amusedly observing me.

"You back with us?" she jested as she slowly got up, trying not to disturb the sleeping baby in her arms and reach down to get her coat. I jumped into action, snagging up her coat from the pew and carefully lifting my son onto my chest so she could slip it on.

"Sorry, went somewhere else for a second there," I replied, cradling Finn's head against my shoulder so he stayed sleeping.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"Just thinking about us. Finn's first years," I said, slipping my free hand into hers as I kept a secure hold on my son. I watched as her face lit up, her eyes twinkling with love and adoration as she peered up at me.

"That right? You're too sweet," she cooed as we left the church, picking up the pace on the way to the car so Finn wouldn't be disturbed by the cold air.

"Only for you, my darling," I grinned back at her, slipping my hand out of hers so I could rummage around in my pockets for the car keys. Once they were found, I quickly unlocked the door and Cara helped me settle Finn into his car seat before we clambered into the front seats, blasting the heat to warm us up.

"Fuck, it was cold in that church," I exclaimed as I rubbed my hands in an attempt to warm them. Cara fixed me with a harsh glare, gesturing to my sleeping son in the back.

"Harry, what have I said about swearing in front of Finn?! I swear I just fall on deaf ears half the time," she chastised as she turned the key in the ignition, starting up the car. I sheepishly smiled back at her.

"Sorryyyyyy," I drew out, and she chuckled and shook her head.

"Those puppy dog eyes might have worked when you were 25 Styles, but they sure as hell don't anymore."

"Growing up sucks," I huffed, slumping down in my seat.

"And yet you still act like a child," my wife teased back.

My mouth widened in indignation, "What's got into you this evening?!"

"Won't be you," she swiftly replied, and my mouth fell open even wider.

"Angel! You're joking right?!" I asked desperately. She just shrugged non-committedly, and I crossed my arms like an angry toddler. I was one step away from stomping my foot.

I could see the glimmer of amusement growing on her face and a cheeky smile was playing at the corner of her lips. I couldn't help my own smile that threatened to emerge at her enjoyment and soon all was forgotten.

I switched on the radio to a gentle classical channel in the hopes it would keep Finn asleep throughout the drive but Cara looked in the rearview mirror at our son and sighed.

"I'm going to have to wake him up to feed him when we get back. I should have done it at the service, but I felt weird whipping a tit out in church," she explained.

I chuckled at her words before replying, "You feed him, and I'll get dinner ready. If you're lucky, I might throw a champagne cocktail into the mix."

"Oh god, yes please," she gasped, "I've been hoping you would say that all day."

"Is that why you've been so crabby with me?"

"I have not!" she cried indignantly, "I was just slightly annoyed about the crackers,"

"I think the word "slightly" underestimates it, darling."

We bickered most of the way home, even though both of us weren't angry at all. Cara just liked winding me up and I would never back off. We almost got Finn to the door without waking him but then I dropped the house keys, and in my attempt to pick them up, I bashed my head on the doorknob. Cursing ensued and soon, Finn's sleepy eyes were blinking at me in confusion. When he saw I wasn't smiling and clearly in a lot of pain, he let out a piercing wail, which had me hurrying to the door in order to unlock it before he disturbed the entire neighbourhood.

Cara was less than sympathetic, only giving me an annoyed glance as she carried our screaming baby up the stairs to try and get him settled. I flounced off the kitchen, huffing as clearly no one cared about my sore head.

I busied myself with dinner, smiling as I could hear Cara reading Finn a bedtime story through the baby monitor. The Gruffalo was his new obsession of the month and we had maybe read it to him at least 50 times now, but he was still enthralled every time I picked up the book. I'd like to note that my storytelling was a thousand times better than Cara's, as I would often act out the books I was reading, whereas Cara preferred a calmer approach. Granted, my actions would rile Finn up to the point of him not sleeping after, but where's the fun in just sitting still?

I got started on the champagne cocktails, in the hope that if I had one ready when Cara reemerged, we could forget about the whole keys incident. Luckily, it worked a charm, when she came into the kitchen, dressed in my shirt and some sweatpants, her eyes clocked the drink and therefore she looped her hands around my waist from behind and pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder.

"Did he go down ok?" I asked, peering over my shoulder as I continued to stir the sauce.

"Like a charm. Your son sleeps like a log," she commented, pulling away from me and reaching for her glass. "God these are fantastic H."

I grabbed my glass too, and clinked it against hers, sighing as I took a sip, the sweet yet bitter drink warming my head slightly.

"Dinners almost ready sweetheart, wanna eat it at the table or in front of the TV?"

She stared at me like I was stupid for even asking.

"TV obviously. Paddington's on." I laughed quietly, my wife's obsession with Paddington was second to none.

"Alright love, go sit down, I'll bring this through," I gently pecked her lips before she left, just to remind her that I loved her more than anything.

It was as I was plating the food, I felt a wet snout press against my leg and I almost screamed bloody murder. My border collie, Milo, had this infuriating habit of sneaking up on you out of nowhere and scaring the life out of you.

"Jesus Milo," I cursed as I tried to calm down my heart. Despite his jumpscare, his soft brown eyes melted my demeanour and I gave him a little pat on the head and snuck him a piece of chicken that I had set aside for him. Pleased with his treasure, he trotted off in search of my wife, who I knew he preferred anyway.

"Jammy bastard," I muttered before picking up the bowls of food and bringing them into the living room. Cara was already curled up on the couch watching the film, and I glared at Milo as he had stolen the spot beside my wife. He just blinked lazily back at me from where he had settled his head on Cara's knee.

"Thank you my love," she smiled softly at me as I passed her the bowl, and even though I couldn't sit next to her due to my oaf of a dog, the gratification was enough to see me through.

I couldn't keep my eyes off my wife the entire time, watching with pure adoration as she watched the movie. She cried when Pastuzo died, laughed herself silly when Mr Brown dressed up as a woman and gasped loudly when Paddington almost fell down into the fire.

Her gasp disturbed Milo, who had had enough of my wife now and therefore padded off to his bed in the corner of the room. As quick as lightning I got up and slid down next to her, pulling her legs over mine and looping my arm around her shoulders.

"That bloody dog. Always steals you from me," I grumbled.

"It was your idea to get the dog."

"Yeah but now he loves you more than me! How's that fair," I sighed in frustration but she soothed me by running one of her hands through my hair.

"You pick up his shit at 7am then, he might like you more," she suggested, and I shook my head.

"You do such a good job of it though," I said, closing my eyes in bliss at the feeling of Cara's hands in my hair.

The movie ended shortly after that, but we remained cuddling on the couch for a while, enjoying the peace that surrounded us as we knew it wouldn't last long. Tomorrow most of my family would be descending upon us as well as Cara's brother, so it was going to be actual chaos.

I groaned as she stopped her movements and swung her legs off me.

"Nooo come back, it felt so good," I whined, my eyes still shut.

"I can think of something that would make you feel better," she replied coyly and my eyes snapped open, hoping she was suggesting what I thought she was.

"Angel..." I groaned before she cut me off.

"And you can have it..." I leapt up at her words before she raised her hand to stop me, "...if you finish wrapping Finn's presents first."

I flopped back down on the couch in disappointment, knowing Finn had at least three more presents that needed to be wrapped.

"You're such a tease," I squinted up at her and she giggled at me before going to leave the room, swaying her hips as she did. My eyes were firmly glued to her arse.

"Better get wrapping Styles..."

Now, if there is a record for how fast someone could wrap three presents, I would have beaten it by miles. My hands were a flurry of movements, and it was probably a shocking job, but Finn was a year old and didn't really have a concept of good or bad wrapping.

I took the stairs two at a time, trying to be quiet as I passed Finn's room and flung the door open to the master bedroom.

My mouth dried up as I took in the sight in front of me. My wife was naked on the bed, her blonde hair splayed out on the pillow around her and her hand was firmly in between her legs. Her back arched off the bed as she brushed her fingers over her most sensitive spot and my mouth dropped open.

"What took you so long?" she purred, continuing her movements between her legs, "I'm almost there."

At her words, I was over to her in a flash, batting her hand away from her mound before hooking her legs over my shoulders and burying my face in her pussy.

"AH...fuck Harry," she cried out, her hands going down to tangle themselves in my hair as I devoured her, my tongue running up her slit and circling her clit, nipping it slightly.

I moved one of my hands off her thigh and slipped it round her leg, making her jolt as my fingers feathered her centre. I moved the other hand to her breast, squeezing it roughly as I pushed my finger inside her and continued to lap at her folds.

“Oh fuck… Harry… oh my…” she gasped as I continued thrusting my finger, pushing two in at this point and I could feel her getting closer and closer. So in true Styles form, I stopped.

"No, Harry, please don't stop," she cried, wiggling her hips in an attempt to relieve the ache I knew was radiating between her legs. I unhooked her legs from my shoulders, and moved up her, flinging off my top in the process.

"If you're coming tonight, you're coming around my cock," I murmured in her ear, knowing how much it would turn her on. Sure enough, she reached for the button on my trousers and began frantically trying to open them, as I pressed soft kisses along her jaw just to make her job harder.

Eventually, she got them off, and I reached down to yank my boxers off too so we were both naked, pressed up against each other. As I lined myself up with her, I took a moment to admire her beneath me. She looked incredible, her hair mussed up from moving around on the bed and a light sheen on her skin from our activities. I leaned down and pressed the softest of kisses to her lips, my necklace trailing against her chest.

I broke away and pressed my forehead to hers as I pushed into her, both of us moaning loudly in ecstasy as I filled her out, my tip brushing her most sensitive spot. Luckily Finn's room was quite a way down the corridor to protect his innocent ears.

I began slowly at first, willing to take my time with it as I wanted to savour it all, but my wife had other ideas.

"More," she whispered huskily in my ear and I had to comply.

"Fuck me, my girl wants more," I groaned as I reached down and grasped one of her thighs. She wanted more, she'd get more. I thrust harshly into her, her grip on my back tightening as I picked up the pace. With my other hand, I pulled her arms above her head, pinning her wrists down. It did the trick, and she began crying out my name as she came closer to her orgasm.

"Please," she barely managed to speak at this point and I smiled to myself, proud I could still fuck her hard enough to the point she was incoherent.

"Give it to me. That’s it, give it to me now," I demanded as I pounded into her, groaning as I felt her muscles clench around me. I slowed down slightly as her climax fired through her, her eyes shut tight as she let out an ungodly moan.

After she had settled, I continued to slowly rock into her, chasing my own end as she blinked up at me, staring at me like I'd hung the moon and stars.

"My angel, my love," I sighed as I ducked down to kiss her neck and her jaw. I let her wrists go and she lazily looped them around my shoulders, pulling me into her.

"Let go for me," she encouraged in my ear and my thrusts became more sloppy as the ball in my stomach tightened and tightened before I was tipping over the edge and releasing inside of her.

"Fuck!" I gasped out, burying my head in her shoulder, my hips shuddering against her as I rode out my orgasm.

I went to pull out of her but was met by a grumble of discontent, so I carefully settled down on top of her for a bit, just listening to her breathing. I almost fell asleep before Cara knudged me.

"Get off me now you lump," she ordered and I laughed loudly as I carefully pulled out of her, wincing at my sensitivity.

"And they say romance is dead," I joked as I climbed off the bed before picking up my wife and carrying her into our en-suite. I set her down in the shower before grabbing a cloth and carefully wiping our releases away, pressing gentle kisses to her thighs as I did so. Her hand never left my head as I worked, her fingers tangling in my locks. We then washed our bodies quickly, desperate to get back into bed.

It was just as we got ourselves settled into bed, with the lights off, that Cara piped up again.

"Did you put the stockings up?"

"Fuck!"

-

The next morning, I was feeling a bit selfish and it was Christmas Day after all. I woke early, having a one-year-old had me up by 6am most mornings even though Finn was starting to sleep later. Recognising the benefits of my situation, I decided to have a little fun.

I was spooning Cara, my arm firmly wrapped around her waist so I slowly moved my hand downwards until I found the lace band of her underwear. She moved lightly in her sleep, but her eyes remained shut so I continued my movements. I pushed my hand under her pants, my fingers quickly finding her centre which was becoming slicker with desire the more I played with her.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she lazily smiled up at me, moaning slightly at the feeling between her legs. This wasn't the first time I had woken her up like this and she loved it every time.

"Want you," she mumbled, eyes still heavy with sleep but flashing that please make love to me again look.

"Anything for you, my love," I murmured back as I pulled my hand away and pushed down her underwear and mine. I gently lifted her leg and slowly pushed into her from behind.

Cara and I have always had a vibrant sex life, and we hadn't held back from exploring each other's kinks but this kind of sex was my favourite. Slow and lazy in the early morning, when I could really appreciate her quiet gasps and moans emitting from her perfect lips. I revelled in the softness of her skin and the beauty of her natural features that still held remnants of sleep.

I bought us slowly to our climaxes, holding her close as she shuddered against me, the tightness of her muscles around me helping me find my end almost simultaneously.

After I had slipped out of her and cleaned her up, I realised by some miracle, Finn still wasn't up and I had a few more blissful moments to hold her before the chaos of the day ensued.

"Merry Christmas H," she whispered in my ear as we lay together, pressing a small kiss to the skin just below my ear.

"Merry Christmas Angel," I responded turning my head to rub my nose against hers. I was about to lean in for a kiss before a rustling sound came through the baby monitor.

"Mumma, Mumma," Finn's voice squeaked and I chuckled, before pushing myself upright, my wife doing the same.

"I've got him, you go sort out the dog," she ordered, automatically going into mum mode at the sound of her son's cries.

"Yes ma'am," I saluted her causing her to glance at me, already annoyed.

"Harry, we've got an awfully long day ahead of us, do not get on my nerves," she warned, fixing me with a harsh glare.

"Me!? I would never, darling," I sent her a cheeky grin, already knowing that somehow I would definitely get on her nerves today.

She huffed and flounced off to deal with our son, while I got dressed for the day and went to let Milo out to do his business. I got started on breakfast and some bucks fizz for Cara and me because I knew quite a quantity of alcohol was going to be needed to get us through today.

As I was frying the bacon, I could hear the soft pad of Cara's feet on the stairs as well as her talking away to Finn.

"Can you say Santa buddy? San-ta" she cooed at him.

"San...ta" Finn managed to get out and my heart swelled with pride at such a simple action.

"Well done Finny! Mummy is very proud of you! And because you've been so good, Santa might have bought you some presents!"

"Presents mumma?" I heard him squeak in response as they got closer to the kitchen.

"Yes, lots of presents my darling. But shall we go see Daddy first?"

"Dada, dada," he squealed and a large grin worked its way onto my face at my son's excitement over seeing me. His squeals of delight got louder as he saw me and I came over to the both of them to pick up Finn out of Cara's arms.

"Merry Christmas Bud!" I exclaimed, peppering kisses all over his face as peals of laughter poured out of him.

"Christmas Dada!" he responded, delighted at the attention I was giving him. Cara took over on the breakfast front, watching us with extreme fondness on her face.

At that moment Merry Xmas Everybody by Slade came on the radio and I started dancing around the kitchen with Finn on my hip, loudly singing along to the lyrics. Finn was in bits, laughing at my movements and slapping my face in appreciation with his little hands. I'd performed for millions of people across the world but Finn and Cara were the best audience by miles.

After the song had finished, Cara took Finn back out of my arms shaking her head at my behaviour, "You know Finn, your daddy is supposed to sing for a job! It's a miracle we have any money!"

"Cara!"

-

Our families soon arrived, Gemma's kids using me as a jungle gym from the minute they came piling through the door. I had my nephew wrapped around my leg, and my niece sitting on my shoulders. In return, Gemma was carrying around my comparatively calm son, who was not making her life difficult in any way.

We decided to do presents at ours, which was probably the worst idea I've ever had. It meant double the wrapping paper all over the floor and double the chaos. Kids were screaming, adults were trying to control the carnage and Cara and my mum quickly escape the room in search of another drink. Leaving me in charge.

Eventually, I got the other kids sorted and took my little family off into a corner to open Finn's presents away from all the chaos. I had him in my lap, my hands holding his little tummy as he opened up all his presents, laughing with glee each time a new toy appeared. As I said, every day Finn inspired a feeling of joy in me that surpassed any similar feeling I had experienced before.

"Santa is the bestest, isn't he daddy!" Finn exclaimed breaking me out of my thoughts.

Yeah, Santa is the best. Santa also owes Daddy close to £500 for all the toys that Santa has supposedly gifted.

Finn clambered out of my lap at this point and toddled over to my mum to show her all his new gifts, leaving Cara and me sitting on the ground facing each other.

"Where did all those extra presents come from eh? I thought we agreed on five?" Cara scolded seeing as Finn had just happily unwrapped eight presents.

"You know I can't help myself love, I want to spoil you both." She huffed at my reply but didn't argue anymore. I knew it made her immensely happy to see Finn so overjoyed with his gifts.

"Speaking of," I continued, reaching over to grab her pile of presents from the tree, "Your turn."

I gently placed the presents in her lap, loving the way a shy smile grew on her face at the sight of her gifts. She carefully unwrapped the first one, to try and preserve the wrapping paper. My son took after me, frantically ripping presents apart with no care for mess or recycling but Cara was insistent we try to reuse wrapping paper.

First, she opened up the book I'd bought her, one from a series she was reading and she had been on my case about the next one for weeks. Little did she know, I'd bought it months ago, knowing my wife too well. Even though she knew she was getting it, her eyes glinted with happiness and she gave me a small kiss in appreciation.

It usually took me and Cara a while to unwrap gifts, we were quite touchy people, so every gift was usually followed by some small physical act of affection.

She moved on to the next box out of the three, this one being quite large and she eyed me suspiciously as she began to unwrap it. She gasped when the box came into view, the iconic Burberry logo shining up at her.

"Oh my god Harry," she whispered in shock, and I twisted my rings in anticipation, hoping to god she liked it.

She tentatively lifted off the lid of the box and raised her hand to her mouth when she saw the Burberry coat lying in there. I knew she'd always wanted this coat, I had caught her staring at pictures of it one too many times on her laptop. I just hoped she didn't mind me buying it for her.

"Thought it would be nice for you to have a new coat," I nervously explained, "You know, for when you go back to work"

I was desperately trying to gauge her reaction as she sat there staring at the coat in her hands and I began to get a bit worried before she launched herself at me, arms flung around my shoulder. I immediately embraced her back, overjoyed at her happiness at my gift.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she squealed into my shoulder, pulling back to press a long kiss against my lips.

"That's ok sweetheart, knew you had been after it for a while," I chuckled as I lovingly cupped her cheek, noting the way her eyes were shining with happy tears.

"I love you so much," she whispered, and I almost felt like crying at her words. I could never understand how I had got so lucky with this literal angel that had fallen into my arms, she was everything I had hoped for in a partner and so much more.

"I love you to angel. Always," I responded, linking my pinky finger with hers and kissing our interlocked fingers, something we had always done ever since my One Direction days.

I shifted her off my lap and then handed her my final present, "Come on, one more, then I wanna open mine."

She chuckled at my childlike impatience and reached for the last gift, a small box.

"This better not have been expensive," she warned me as she was unwrapping it. As usual, her warnings went unheard, and she raised her hand to her mouth as she saw the signature blue of the Tiffany's box underneath the paper.

"Harry," she started, tears welling up in her eyes again, but I raised my hand to stop her, sensing a fight coming my way.

"Don't fight me on this baby, I wanted to get this for you. Stop worrying about the price." In all honesty, the coat had cost more anyway.

With shaking hands, she opened up the little bag and pulled out a gorgeous silver angel necklace. I had been in New York a couple weeks ago and saw it in the shop window and I just knew I had to buy it. I hadn't even planned on it but I knew it was perfect for her.

"Oh my god Harry, it's beautiful," I heard a voice gush behind me. I turned around and saw my mother staring at the necklace with a look of wonder on her face. She then turned her eyes to me, a look of pride overcoming her face and she leant down to press a kiss on my forehead.

I knew what she was trying to say to me through those actions and I gave her hand a squeeze in return. My mum had been instrumental in teaching both me and my sister how to treat our significant others, and despite my parent's rocky relationship, I'd like to think Gemma and I came out alright.

My attention turned back to my wife, who was admiring the pendant, tears rolling down her cheeks. She looked up at me then, her face full of elation before leaning forward and pressing a soft and gentle kiss to my lips before pulling away and resting her forehead against mine.

I reached down and pulled the necklace out of her hand before reaching around her and securing it behind her neck. Her hand came up to feel the necklace against her chest but her eyes never left mine. Sometimes I couldn't believe I'd been with this girl for over ten years and I was still this gone for her.

"My presents are gonna be shit in comparison," she chuckled but I shook my head at her joke.

"Anything that you gift me is something I'll always treasure," I assured her, squeezing her shoulder as she smiled bashfully back at me before reaching over to get her presents.

She had got me quite a few, and I rushed to get through them all. There was a new pair of headphones that I really needed, seeing as I broke the old ones, as well as several cool t-shirts she had found in vintage shops, recognising my love for t-shirts with wacky designs. Plus I think she wants me to stop wearing the 'safe sex' t-shirt around the house as it wasn't exactly family-friendly.

I eventually reached the last present, it was a small box with an envelope attached to it, and if I hadn't been so curious about its contents, I would have noticed how nervous Cara got.

"Uh, so this one is from both Finn and me," she explained, beckoning Finn over to us and I smiled as he crashed into his mother's arms causing my wife to grunt at the force of it.

"Finn mate, slow it down yeah," I chastised him as I began to open the card.

"Wait, wait, open the card last," Cara frantically stopped me, and I eyed her with suspicion.

"What are you up to darling?" I queried as I put the card back down and reached for the box. I opened it and found a stunning gold necklace inside, with three circular pendants hanging off it. At closer inspection, I found that two of them were engraved, with a C and an F.

"It's our initials. I know you wanted a necklace with someone to do with us on it and that's the best I could do," she explained humbly.

"The best you could do! Cara this is incredible, love, I have no words," I admitted, turning over the necklace in my hand, sniffing slightly as tears pricked my eyes. I had mentioned to Cara recently that I wanted something I could wear that represented her and Finn. I had already got tattoos for both of them but I wanted something I could hold onto to.

"It's beautiful love," I gushed before turning to Finn and tickling his little tummy to make him squeal, "Thank you for the necklace bubs."

"Welcome dada!" he patted back my knee in response, squirming out of his mother's hold so he could clamber into my lap.

I looked over the necklace again, my brows furrowed in confusion. "Why are there three pendants? Unless you wanted to engrave Milo's name in too!"

"Why don't you open the card," she said inconspicuously. I shot her a confused look before I opened the card.

Dear Daddy (Harry) it read.

HAPPY CHRISTMAS!

I love you so so much! I hope you enjoy your gifts. We especially hope you enjoy the necklace and that it comes to good use in the future. Especially because I have a question to ask you. As much as you and mummy are super fun, you're kind of old and slow, and you have boring jobs which means you can't play with me all the time. So this Christmas, I was wondering if you and mummy could give me a playmate. I don't mind when, but I would love a sibling!

Lots of Love

Finn (and Cara) xxx

My heart stopped in my chest as I read the words written on the card. I could tell Cara had written it because, no offence Finn, but my son definitely was not that articulate or neat yet.

"Are you serious?" I looked up at her in shock, my eyes glistening with hopeful tears, "You wanna make me a daddy again?"

"Only if you want to," she replied nervously, looking down at her lap as if she was scared to see my reaction. I gently cupped her chin and pulled her head up to face me so she could see the joy written all over her face.

"Cara Elizabeth Styles, I would love nothing more than to have another baby with you. In fact, I am begging you to let me put another child in you," I rushed out, gripping her hands tightly if that helped let on how desperate I was to see her pregnant with my child again.

"Ok then," she murmured quietly to me, a smile growing on her face, "Let's have another baby."

I choked on a sob before I yanked her towards me, bundling up both Finn and her in my arms and squeezing them tight, overwhelmed with exhilaration.

"That's why there's an extra pendant. For the baby," she explained and my heart swelled even more.

"Best Christmas present ever," I whispered, "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Bliss.

That was the best word I could use to describe how I was feeling at this moment. Just utter bliss.

-

Hey guys. Long time no see. Firstly, I feel like I apologise immensely for disappearing off the face of the planet and never explaining what happened. I found myself putting way too much pressure on myself to write all the time for you guys and it just wasn't attainable. The pressure got so bad that one day I just stopped writing and gave up. But I love writing and it does bring me joy, there are always so many ideas running through my head that I want to write, including this piece (I did start writing this before Christmas which explains the theme of the story). Going forward I will continue posting from time to time but don't expect it anywhere as near as frequently. I will write when I have time and I want to, but I have an extremely busy life that makes it hard to always fit things like this in. Furthermore, I am moving away from reader-insert fics and instead using original characters. Personally, I find that more enjoyable.

Thank you for the continued support even when I was MIA, I promise I read every message and comment left on my account and appreciated every one, even if I didn't reply.

Lots of love,

Sloane xx

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THANK YOU SM ❤️❤️

MY FAVORITE FICS, VOL 2

here’s the second masterpost of my favorite fics ! i hope you like them <3

MY MASTERLIST | LATEST BLURB | VOL 1

fluff

chiquitita by @theshyspy

so london is home? by @harrysmimi

girl by @matildashoney

somehow i just want you more by @satanhalsey

fiancé!harry by bfharry

on a scale from one to ten by @harryimaginedstories

familiar love by @crowdedimagines

two for the show by @nationalharryleague

this by @tobesolonely

harry & y/n get back together and y/n’s family is ecstatic by @and-im-okay-with-it

harry’s house zane lowe interview by @dontworrysunflower

sweet boy by @stylesmygucci

pretty by @hollywillows

marry me by @mouthfulloftoothpasterry

terrible 2’s by @sweetsbfreex

late night talking by @pancakes4two

track 5 by @harrysfinelinevol1

mission accomplished by @harryssweatcreaturee

morning activities by @harryscherrypie

bath time by @twostepstyless

miserable by @harryistheonlyoneforme

bedtime stores by @goldencherryhazz

sleepy girls by @harrysgoldenbum

heartbeat by @tinydestinybear

ice-cream by @enchantedsoulofmine

blush by @moonchildstyles

an award winning love by @finelinevogue

look how far we’ve come by @marmixedwithabitofintellect

actor!harry by @shroombloomm

angst

loss by @bfharry

his memories by @a-strange-familiar

forever hold your peace by @all-things-fic

crying in the backseat by @cherievol6

stupid dreams by @glitteredrry

need you by @in-the-name-of-styles

cloudbrust by @tuliprry

harrychella by @avatar-anna

yn doesn’t want kids by @swiftmendeshoran

traitor by @tinydeskwriter

tell the world by @storiesforallfandoms

why did you leave me by @knowiloveyoubabe

as it was by @rekiilysm

fame & its consequences by @blissfulbqrnes

series

the intimacy of little things by @meetmymouth

even when the night changes by @be-with-me-so-happily

backstage girlfriend by @astranva

babysitter!yn by @harrysfolklore (heheh da self promo)

valerie by @watchmegetobsessed

as long as you are by @mixedstyles

songs of her’s by @chaoticloving

merch girl by @imaginesandbandfiction

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the flatshare in london pt.2

harry styles x reader

summary: you live in a flatshare with sarah and two other girls in london in 2017. through your insistence to get sarah's talent more widely recognised, you meet a man who will change your life forever

word count: 8.9k

warnings: smut

part 1!

-

Heavy breathing filled the room as Harry slowly rocked into you, his head tucked into your neck while you raked your nails up and down his back. It was the morning and Harry had woken you up with wandering hands and gentle kisses. The sunlight seeping through the windows highlighted your entangled bodies as you had slow, lazy morning sex.

You knew you were far gone for this man now. Usually, you wouldn't hang around in the morning after a one-night stand, let alone have sex with the person again but here you were, moaning out Harry's name as he carefully thrust into you. You adored the feeling of being in his arms and his breath hot on your face. You had slept amazingly in his hold, snuggled into his side for the whole night. You didn't think you would have the strength to pull yourself away from this man's clutch.

"You're so fucking pretty," he gasped as he continued to push into you, stretching you out in the best way. You gripped onto his shoulders tightly, turning your head slightly to suck on the soft skin of his neck, leaving a nice big purple mark. He groaned loudly at the sensation and sped up slightly, bringing his hand up to cup your breast, running his thumb across your hardened nipple.

Soon both of you had reached your orgasms, holding each other tight as pleasure rushed through your bodies, Harry pulsing inside your clenching walls. You collapsed next to each as Harry pulled off the condom, throwing it in the bin on top of the one he'd used last night. Your chest was slightly shining with sweat, your hair a mess and your makeup was quite smudged but Harry thought you looked beautiful lying there in his sheets, freshly fucked, trying to slow your breathing.

His eyes stayed transfixed on your figure as you got out of bed to go to the bathroom, your hips swaying slightly as you walked off. You were a vision in his eyes and he couldn't get enough of you. He wanted you back in his bed already and you'd only been out of it for mere seconds.

He's disappointed when he hears the shower running, annoyed he hasn't been invited as well. Jumping out of bed quickly, he walks into his bathroom where he can make out your figure through the fogged-up glass of the shower. You looked exquisite.

"Didn't say you could use my shower," he teased as he joined you under the hot water, wrapping his tattooed arms around your waist and pulling you into him. You whirled around quickly, however, cursing yourself because you hadn't actually asked.

"Shit, I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking, was on autopilot," you explained sheepishly but when you saw the expression on his face you realised he wasn't serious.

"Don't worry love, was only teasing," he chuckled and you huffed slightly before turning back around, but still leaning back into him. You sighed as he took the sponge from your hands and carefully washed your back, taking his time to explore every curve of your body. As he washed you, you were quietly freaking out slightly. This was very intimate and you knew you had never done this before with a hookup. Harry was different.

You took turns washing each other, Harry humming slightly under his breath as he massaged soap into your scalp. It was a nice tune that he was humming but you didn't think you had heard the song before. You wondered if it was a new song of his and your heart started to beat even more at the thought of that. You needed to call Sarah. ASAP.

You finished washing, and you quickly darted out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a towel so you could go get your phone. Harry frowned as your sudden departure but didn't think much of it as he leisurely took his time going through his morning routine.

You, on the other hand, were freaking out massively. You felt like you had started something that definitely wasn't going to be a one-time thing. You had opened the floodgates so to say. You picked up your phone and quickly scrolled to Sarah's contact, pressing it and begging that she would pick up. Luckily she answered quite fast.

"Hey babes," she said rather breathlessly.

"Sarah, where are you?" you asked urgently.

"Woah, you ok?" concern was lacing her voice and you realised you had made it seem like you were actually in trouble.

"Sorry, yeah I'm ok but an emergency brunch is needed ASAP," you told her. Emergency brunch was a regular thing between the two of you and it usually involved you imparting tales of your crazy night out to Sarah while she rolled her eyes and you both consumed too many mimosas. She always had good advice for you though and you really needed that right now. What you weren't expecting was her reply.

"Yes, I was literally about to call you. I think I need an emergency brunch," she mumbled quietly and your mouth fell open in shock.

"Sarah Jones, what have you been up to?" you gasped in mock indignation and she giggled slightly. Sarah's giggle usually meant one of two things. Either, you had done something really silly to make her laugh or she had a secret concerning a man.

"Get your arse to brunch and I'll tell you," she responded cheekily and you started scanning Harry's floor for your clothes.

"On my way! Meet at the usual spot yeah?" you checked and she agreed. You hung up and then started pulling on your clothes from last night, cringing a bit at having to wear the same outfit you wore to the sweaty pub. Also, your outfit was definitely going to make it obvious you were doing a walk of shame.

"Going somewhere?" Harry queried, raising an eyebrow as he watched you button up your top. He didn't look very impressed.

"Oh yeah, I'm sorry Harry, Sarah called and she needs me," you explained, feeling horrible about basically running out on this man. However, his brow relaxed a bit when you explained your reasoning for leaving.

"I suppose I can let that slide," he teased and you scoffed slightly. He saw the outfit you were leaving in and turned quickly to his closet, pulling out an old but fashionable jumper.

"Here, I can't let you walk around London in just that," he offered, holding out the jumper to you.

"Oh... um, thank you very much," you said as you pulled the sweater over your head, suddenly overwhelmed by Harry's scent.

"Can I see you again?"

You were very taken aback when those words left his mouth. You didn't really know what to say. You were trying to weigh up the pros and cons in your head but also very aware you were just standing there not saying anything. Deciding that even if you didn't want to, inevitably you would run into Harry again, so you nodded quickly, breathing out a rushed 'yes'. He smiled at your acceptance of him and let out a secret breath he'd been holding.

"Here, take my number," he told you, holding out his phone so you could put in your contact details. Smiling shyly, you took the phone from him, adding yourself to his contacts before calling yourself so you had his number.

"You're blushing," he noted, smirking at your flushed features. You smacked him lightly on the shoulder.

"I'm nervous."

"Don't be love. M'not going to eat you," he teased. "Well, I mean you are pretty delectable but not in that way."

You shook your head in disappointment at his poor joke.

"You're ruining your chances babe," you quipped, handing his phone back to him as his mouth fell open in mock indignation.

"Am not. I'm very funny,"

"Keep telling yourself that one," you replied as you headed to his bedroom door and he followed you, hot on your heels. You could feel him watching you intensely as you stood by his door, slipping your shoes on. You felt very nervous under his gaze but he soon came to your side, sliding his hands around your waist to settle them on your bum while your arms instinctively came up to wrap around his neck. He glanced at your lips briefly before leaning down and capturing them with his, slowly moving his mouth against yours. You both spent too long in his entry hall, just kissing and your heart was pounding with the intimacy of it all.

Eventually, you pulled away, all too aware Sarah was waiting for you and you needed to get a move on. He caressed your face slightly before moving back from you, both of you not too sure what to say. You had both experienced something deep and intimate for the last 12 hours but now you had no idea what to say to each other.

"Thank you," you spoke up and he furrowed his brow.

"What for?"

"A very good night. Probably one of my best," you told him candidly before standing on your tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek. He looked very taken aback by your honesty.

"You're something else love," he whispered before kissing you again, peppering kisses all over your face making you giggle.

"Harryyy, I'm gonna be late!" you whined through your giggles. He stopped and pressed a kiss to your nose which had you scrunching up your face before he bid you goodbye.

You smiled to yourself as the door shut behind you, mind whirling as you began to process the events of the night before. You briskly walked to the tube station, trying to hold off the urge to smoke as you went. You must have looked insane on the tube, mumbling to yourself as you tried to figure out what the hell was happening. By the time you reached Sarah, you were on your 4th debate with yourself and you weren't getting anywhere. You were very glad to see your best friend waiting for you beside the quaint brunch restaurant. She pulled you into a hug when you reached her but quickly pulled back.

"You smell of Harry," she stated and you blushed.

"Shut up. I had to borrow his jumper," you tried but she rolled her eyes.

"Oh yes, you just had to," she scoffed.

"Sarah! Please! I'm feeling very sensitive," you told her, faking a sniffle.

"Oh give it up. C'mon, let's go get a table," she said, heading into the crowded restaurant, talking briefly with the waitress who managed to find you both a table outside, overlooking the Thames.

You both lowered yourselves into your seats and as you did, Sarah's polo neck top slipped down a bit and you spotted a deep purple mark on her neck.

"Sarah Jones! Is that a hickey I spy?!" you cried indignantly and she shushed you, turning a very deep shade of red.

"No, I'm interrogating you first. I need a couple drinks before we get to me," she argued back. "And keep your bloody voice down."

You slumped back in your chair, sighing deeply. You didn't know where to start.

"Right, so let's cover the obvious, shall we? You slept with him," she stated knowingly.

"Yes," you mumbled.

"Was it good?"

"Best I've ever had," you told her honestly and she raised her eyebrows.

"Wow. That is something," she sat back, slightly shocked.

"I know."

"So what's the problem? You said the sex was amazing but you don't look very happy. Don't tell me you've gone and fallen in love with him already," she joked but stopped smiling when she saw the look on your face.

"Oh Christ, you're falling aren't you," she realised and you nodded nervously.

"Y/N, seriously? With my boss of all people?!" she retorted and you dipped your head.

"I dunno Sarah we just clicked. And he was so sweet and it was weirdly intimate and now I'm sitting here wearing his fucking jumper and I don't know what to do," you explained apologetically and her anger began to melt away. You understood why she would be annoyed, he was her boss and you had gone and slept with him, so she was being very gracious for the situation you found yourselves in.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have snapped," she apologised. "Do you really like him?"

"I think I do yeah. Or I could definitely see myself really liking him. But I'm so scared. Like his world is miles away from mine and we're so different. I'm impulsive and spontaneous and he's organised and structured, I do stupid shit and mess around a lot and he seems so mature and put together. I'm not like that. I don't think we'd end up working out."

"Or maybe you would," she counteracted and you raised your eyebrows. "Well, to be honest, and I do love you when I say this, but your craziness and impulsiveness can let you down sometimes. And while Harry is organised and structured, it usually means he's got a rod up his arse and it's bloody annoying for everyone around him. So maybe, you'll help each other out by being so different. You might make him less of a control freak and he might calm you down a bit. They do say opposites attract."

"Since when were you such a fan of this," you mumbled, sipping on a mimosa that had just been placed in front of you.

"Since about 10 seconds ago when you were talking about him and your eyes just lit up. I've never seen you talk about someone the way you talk about him," she explained and you groaned out loud.

"This feels like it's going too fast S. I mean I only properly met the man 12 hours ago and I'm already at brunch with you, discussing a potential relationship with him," you pointed out.

"They do say when you know, you know," she replied shyly as if the words she was saying had a double meaning.

"Have you got something to tell me?" you inquired, raising your eyebrows as she blushed. "May this thing pertain to a certain Mitchell Rowland by any chance?"

"How do you know his full name?!"

"Social media is a wonderful tool," you explained. "Now spill."

"I may have gone home with him last night," she basically whispered, so quietly you almost didn't catch it but you did and you gasped.

"You did not!"

"I did. We didn't have sex, but.. uh... we did bits as you would say," she admitted, turning extremely red. You on the other hand were beaming.

"Oh Sarah, I do adore you. How was it?"

"It was good. Really good. He was so lovely and he made me feel amazing. Not just... in that way, but like in general. He's so kind and caring and I really like him," she told you shyly.

"I'm really happy for you babe. I think you both would be really good for each other," you approved.

"I think so too," she said, trying to hide a massive grin that was fighting its way onto her face. "God, look at us, smitten for a pair of musicians!"

"We are pathetic," you agreed, laughing. "But that's why you're my best mate. Who else would have emergency brunch with me?"

"Not many people, this is like a full-time occupation sometimes."

"Rude."

-

"The slags are back!" your flatmate Aliyah exclaimed as you and Sarah appeared in the kitchen doorway when you returned from brunch.

"Piss off," you replied, giving her the finger as you walked over to the fridge, craving some cheese on toast.

"Nice jumper," your other flatmate Ellie commented and you glared at her.

"Why am I the sole focus of your attacks," you whined. "Sarah's almost as guilty!"

"Yes but we love our sweet Sarah," Aliyah explained, pulling Sarah into an affectionate hug and patting her head as she giggled. "You on the other hand are annoying and also you slept with fucking Harry Styles!"

"Ok, firstly, I'm so not annoying..." you started but shut up when you saw the looks on their faces. "Fine, but secondly, don't say that. He's just Harry to me," you said quietly blushing and the whole kitchen turned their attention to you.

"Oh god..." Ellie started.

"Has she...?"Aliyah added.

Sarah nodded.

"You would be correct. Our dear little Y/N has a crush on Mr Harry Styles," she giggled and you buried your face in your arms on the kitchen counter.

"Right, debrief in session in 10 minutes. Sarah, you're on tea, Aliyah, crack open that box of Celebrations, no I don't care if you were saving them, this is more important and Y/N sit over there and prepare yourself, I'll finish making your toast," Ellie ordered and you were happy to sit in the corner as the kitchen came alive around you. Even though you were still freaking out slightly at this new development in your life, you were so glad you had this amazing support system around you.

For the next two hours, you all sat in the living room while you recounted what you had told Sarah, leaving out the intimate details of your night with Harry, not wanting to disrespect him in that way. They helped you dissect your feelings and helped you figure out what you were going to do next. You were quite jealous of Sarah. She knew exactly what she wanted with Mitch and she had confidence it would work out. They were so similar and complimented each other so well. You, on the other hand, couldn't be more different to Harry and you were so conflicted about what to do.

The girls eventually convinced you that you should see him again and although you were scared, you agreed. You couldn't deny there had been something real between you and Harry and you knew he was different. You knew you couldn't hold yourself back from something that could be incredible because you were afraid.

You decided to invite him to a barbeque that your flat was having the following day. You still felt too nervous to see him one-on-one so you thought it would be easier to invite him to a group thing. All of your flatmates were inviting one person, and you were going to invite Will but the idea of inviting Harry made your heart skip a beat. Sarah was inviting Mitch so at least Harry would know someone else. Before you had too much time to dwell on it, you sent him a text to invite him.

hey, my flat and i are having a bbq tomorrow and i was wondering if you would like to come? starts at 13:30? x

mitch is coming as well

You sent the texts and quickly shut off your phone, heart pounding. You desperately wanted him to come and you didn't know how you would react if he said no. Luckily you didn't have to wait long because within a minute he had replied.

harry: i would love to come! let me know if there's anything i can bring x

You smiled down at your phone, over the moon that he could come.

"And he's got her smiling at her phone. You're whipped Y/N," Ellie chuckled when she saw your expression. You glared at her.

"You're annoying," you grumbled as you got up to go hide in your room but you knew she was right. You were very happy Harry was coming tomorrow and you got to see him again and you shot him back a quick text.

just yourself will be fine! food and drink will be provided x

That one quick text set off an entire conversation lasting two hours. You talked about yourself, your job and your family as well as your obsession with bagels. He told you about his family also, his time in one direction and his obsession with tacos. You went back and forth for a while, enjoying getting to know each other before you knew you had to go to work to begin setting up for the evening. Saturday's were always busy at the pub so you got there a bit earlier each week to help organise the place. Luckily you had Sunday's off but it meant you had to work your arse off on Saturday's. Therefore you couldn't really text Harry and he spent the rest of the night constantly checking his phone waiting for a text from you to come through. He knew you were working but it didn't stop the disappointment coursing through him when there were no message notifications from you.

Sunday rolled around quickly and you woke up nervous, realising you were going to see Harry today. It was early when you woke up, which wasn't usual for you after a shift at the pub but you knew it was anxiety getting you up. Luckily Sarah was awake and managed to distract you with a trip to Tesco to get stuff for the barbeque. You spent the next hour walking up and down the aisles of the supermarket, piling copious amounts of alcohol and food into the trolley. Sarah spent a good 15 minutes of the trip teasing you for spending a while trying to find a certain brand of vegetarian burgers that Harry had mentioned he liked.

You arrived back home and began to set up your small backyard for the barbeque. You hung up some bunting and cleaned the table and chairs, placing a fun tablecloth on it and some plants in the centre giving it a summery vibe. The others left you to it, knowing out of all of them, you would be able to set up well for the lunch, and also you needed to stay distracted.

It was a beautiful day, with not a cloud in the sky and the strong June sun was beating down on you as you tirelessly created the perfect set-up. Being the mum she always is, Sarah made sure to lather you in suncream, which sent you into a panic that you were going to be covered in it and you would look stupid. Your flatmates all watched with amusement as you ran around the house like a headless chicken, trying to make yourself look good and fretting that something would go wrong.

At 1pm, you pulled on a cute summer dress you had been saving for a special occasion and pulled your hair back into a ponytail before resting some sunglasses atop your head. Your hands shook slightly as you fixed your mascara, butterflies swirling around in your stomach. Suddenly a knock was heard at your door.

"Come in," you called and Sarah poked her head around the door.

"You ok? she asked and you shrugged in response. She pushed the door open and held up two bottles of beer.

"Want one?" You nodded eagerly, needing something to relax you a bit.

"Where's my confident Y/N gone eh?" she inquired as she sat down on your bed, passing you a bottle.

"I have no idea. I've never felt this nervous before," you explained. Harry was really doing a number on you.

"It's cause you really like him," Sarah concluded and you threw your hands up in the air.

"Yeah no shit babes," you chuckled and she giggled too.

"What about you? Excited to see Mitch again," you said, raising your eyebrows suggestively and she hid her face in her hands.

"Stop!" she blushed hard and you nudged her.

"Where's my confident Sarah gone eh?" you mimicked her words from earlier and she glared at you.

"She doesn't exist. Come on, get your arse downstairs, we've got food to prepare," she berated you and with a huff, you hauled ass downstairs where Aliyah put you in charge of making the salad. You wasted away the last half an hour cutting up veg before the door rang. Your heart jumped in your chest as you nervously wiped your hands on a cloth you were fiddling with. You heard Sarah go to the door and open it, and the sounds of male voices down your corridor. You knew it was Mitch and Harry, as Ellie and Aliyah had both invited girls. Ellie gave you a nudge as you nervously peeked into the hallway and locked eyes with Harry again.

He was even more beautiful in the daylight, his hair pushed back by a pair of sunglasses perched on his head, wearing a loose linen shirt and some corduroy shorts. You admired his taste in fashion, it suited him very well and the short sleeved shirt was letting you admire his tanned tattooed arms. You could see his eyes running over your figure, hungrily taking in your curves that were accentuated by the dress you were wearing.

Mitch greeted you first, with a quick hug, still very aware that you were watching him like a hawk. Then the corridor cleared and it was just you and Harry there, staring awkwardly at each other.

"Hello love," he murmured moving towards you to wrap you up in a hug. He pressed a small kiss to your cheek as he did and you felt your face warming up.

"Hi Harry," you replied, leaning into him and calming down slight at the feeling of his arms wrapped around you.

"Want a drink?" you asked as you pulled back from him and he nodded so you led him into the kitchen where you had stored a bunch of beers.

As you opened the fridge and reached in to grab him one he leaned over and whispered in your ear.

"You look very pretty," he complimented and you blushed deeply, giggling slightly as you handed him the drink.

"You look alright I guess," you countered.

"Jeez thanks love, you do know how to charm a guy," he laughed in response and you mock curtsied for him.

"I try."

You easily bantered back and forth as you waited for everyone else to arrive and all the initial awkwardness completely dissipated between the two of you as you fell into an easy conversation. Eventually, Ellie and Aliyah's friends arrived, and after giving them a strict talking to in the hall not to get overexcited at the fact Harry Styles was casually at your Sunday barbeque, you all settled down in your back garden for some food.

Harry quickly settled down in the seat next to you, looping his arm casually around the back of your chair. Everyone gave you a look when he did it but you ignored them all and got stuck into a conversation with Mitch and Sarah about the upcoming tour and rehearsals.

Harry watched in awe again as you began to easily strike up a conversation with people at the table, quickly entertaining them with your charm and wit and he was quite happy to sit back and observe. You were so joyful and excited over everything and it made you a really fun person to be around.

The food was served, with help from Mitch and Harry who took turns manning the barbeque seeing as when you and Ellie tried, you almost set the garden on fire. Cooking wasn't your strong point, to say the least. You were put in charge of making cocktails instead and soon everyone was happily filling themselves with food and getting drunk off your mojitos. The feeling of the sun's rays on your skin, the delicious food, being slightly tipsy and having Harry sit so close felt like heaven. It was perfect in every way.

As everyone got drunker, you and Harry were sharing a few not-so-subtle glances and Harry's hand was now resting firmly on your exposed leg, rubbing it slightly with his thumb. Your leg was tingling where his hand lay but you weren't complaining and made no attempt to move it.

At around 4, after you had all been sitting on uncomfortable wooden chairs for a while, you all decided to move to the local common near your flat to sit and drink for a while. Gathering up the remainders of the alcohol and some snacks as well as a speaker, you all set off to find a secluded spot of grass on the common and set yourselves down there. You all settled under the shade of a tree as you had been properly scorched by the sun at this point and needed some respite.

Harry sat down with his back resting against the tree trunk and when you made a move to sit down near to him, he shook his head and grabbed your hand before you had a chance to sit. He pulled you over to him and sat you down between his legs, with your back against his chest. Sarah gave you a cheeky wink as you settled against him but you didn't care, this was the comfiest you had been all day.

You both participated in the conversation for a bit, nodding your head along to whatever song came on the speaker. However, you began to fall into your own world with Harry, with him whispering away in your ear as you turned your head slightly to look up at him and respond.

"Hm, I could stay like this forever," you mused quietly, your alcohol intake having removed any filter from what you were saying. It was true, however, his hands were rested on your tummy as he held you against him and you would be quite happy to stay like this forever.

"I'd like that," he replied quietly, pressing a small kiss to the top of your head and you smiled at the intimacy of it all. To any passerby, you would probably look like an actual couple the way you were acting.

"Hey Y/N?" he asked tentatively, sounding a bit nervous all of a sudden.

"Yeah?" you responded, absentmindedly fiddling with the rings on his fingers that were clasped together on your stomach.

"Uh... would you like to go on a date?" he stammered, and your heart swelled at the question. You looked up at him and his eyes were full of nerves and anticipation like he was a teenager asking out his first crush. You giggled and nodded quickly.

"I would love to go on a date with you," you accepted and a huge grin worked his way onto his face. Before you knew what was happening, he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips as he didn't want to pull you into a deep kiss in front of your friends, no matter how much he craved it.

"You're blushing again, it's cute," he pointed out and you hid your face in your hands as he chuckled.

"You make me blush too much," you huffed as he pulled your hands away from your face.

"Don't hide that pretty face from me, love," he teased.

"Stop making me blush then," you countered but he shook his head.

"Never."

-

Harry left after dinner that evening, but not before standing with you on your doorstep for too long, sharing a goodbye kiss where neither of you was willing to let the other go. If Sarah hadn't been coming to take the bins out and dragged you back inside, you would have probably stayed there all evening.

You went to bed very happy that night, dreaming of your date with Harry. You had decided to go out on the following Wednesday when you had a night off work and you were counting down the days.

Harry on the other hand couldn't sleep. He had told you that the date would be a surprise and that he would plan it but he had no idea where to start and his anxiety wasn't helping him think straight. While he was over the moon you had said yes, he wanted to make sure the first date was perfect.

Luckily, that following Monday in rehearsals, Sarah sidled up to him in one of their breaks. One look at her face and he already knew what she was about to talk about.

"Hello Sarah," he sighed as she sat herself down next to him.

"Alright don't look too happy to see me," she retorted and he turned to her with raised brows.

"Something on your mind?"

"I heard you have a date on Wednesday," she grinned knowingly and he blushed, looking at the floor.

"Maybe," he replied, smiling coyly.

"What are you planning? Promise I won't tell," she insisted but Harry's face fell.

"That's the problem, I have no idea where to take her," he worried.

"Well, you must have been on a first date before, what did you do then?"

"I don't know, usually a very fancy restaurant," he replied. Harry had exclusively dated quite famous or well-off people in the past who wanted luxurious and expensive dates but Harry wasn't too sure that was your vibe.

"Ok, well absolutely do not take her to one of those. She would hate it. But you do need to wow her. None of this movie and dinner bullshit, it needs to be fun and exciting. Something unusual," Sarah advised and Harry grinned.

"Thank you. Thank you so much," he said appreciatively, now with a better idea of what to do on your date.

"One more thing," Sarah began, sort of hesitantly. Harry nodded at her to continue.

"Y/N is really one of a kind. And I'm not saying that because I'm her best friend but you will genuinely never meet someone quite like her again. She finds joy in everything and she just loves life. However, it does mean that she ends up in bad situations because she struggles to see the bad in people and people will manipulate her because of just how she is. And yeah, sometimes she's a little crazy because she wants to enjoy herself and she likes to amuse other people and she does need calming down sometimes but do not, and I repeat do not ever try to stop her from being who she is. I've never met anyone who has so much love for everything or someone who can just always be continuously joyful and happy. It's what makes her Y/N and I hope no one ever takes that away from her. So don't you dare do that, got it?" Sarah threatened slightly and Harry had never seen her so passionate about anything before. With wide eyes, he nodded, trying to take in what Sarah had said.

"Sorry, got a bit carried away," Sarah said, shaking her head slightly but Harry stopped her.

"No, thank you. I needed to hear that," he grasped her shoulder gratefully and she nodded at him, before getting up and scurrying back over to Mitch. Harry sat there for a bit trying to process it all. He knew it was early days but he could already see himself becoming infatuated with you. He was addicted to your personality and your looks were almost illegal. Everything about you was perfect and he just wanted to get it right.

-

Wednesday came around quicker than you expected and you spent the whole afternoon freaking out over your upcoming date. Sarah and Mitch, who you had become quite friendly with after you'd stopped death glaring at him, sat in the living room watching you pace back and forth with amusement as you raved and ranted about all the 100s of possibilities and outcomes of this date.

"–like, will I stay over at his after? Does that mean I need a spare set of clothes? But then, does that make me seem too eager, or too presumptuous and what if he doesn't even want me to go home with him or what if he wants to come here and then I've just lugged a load of clothes around London for no reason whatsoever and what if..." you spiralled before Sarah cut you off.

"Jesus Y/N, that is enough! The ranting was amusing at first but my god is it boring now!" she exclaimed, running her hands through her hair in frustration.

"Sarah!" you cried but she shushed you.

"No, babes, you are really overthinking this. Now Harry has told you to wear something casual, so even if you do go back to his, I'm sure you can wear the same thing to come back home in, it will not kill you."

"Yeah but what if..." you started again.

"But what if nothing! Relax babes, please. You and Harry get on so well that I have no doubt in my mind that this date will be amazing. You already text every minute of the day so it's not like you can't talk to each other. You're just creating problems for yourself at this point," she pointed out and you sighed and relaxed your shoulders. She was right.

"I know," you mumbled, flopping down on the couch opposite her. "Just feels like I'm blindly diving into the deep end here and I'm so scared it will go wrong," you explained.

"Y/N, you have always prided yourself on the fact you will and can make the best out of any situation even if there's a good chance it will go wrong. So many things in life always have that what-if scenario. But you know you would regret it if you didn't at least try with Harry, you could sacrifice something amazing," she remarked.

"Where would I be without you Sarah Jones?" you smiled, Sarah's advice was always incredible and she always put you on the right track again.

"Probably jail."

After Sarah had successfully calmed you down, you realised it was 5 and you said you would meet Harry in Soho at 7, leaving you an hour to get ready before you needed to leave. Harry had said to go as casual as you wanted which you were glad about as you didn't have the time to think much about your outfit. It was a hot day in London, too hot for you so you knew it had to be shorts or a skirt or you would probably pass away. Luckily, after a bit of digging, you found a tight white linen skirt you hadn't worn yet and a funky printed shirt, that you had found at a vintage shop in east London. You had been looking for an excuse to wear it but you hadn't found a reason to yet. You knew it was a bit of risk but you liked taking risks with fashion and when you put the outfit on you were pleasantly surprised with how well it all worked out. You left the first three buttons of the shirt undone as a bit of a tease and then matched the outfit with some funky sunglasses and a small blue handbag. You looked cool and you were pretty proud you'd managed to pull it all together so quickly.

Your makeup took a bit longer, mostly because it was hard to keep your hand still enough to do your eyeliner, as it was shaking ever so slightly with nerves. You reemerged downstairs just before 6 where you found your whole flat and Mitch waiting for you to appear. They all squealed when you appeared, all complimenting your outfit and look as well as hyping you up quite a bit. When you had finally managed to escape their grasp and Sarah had finished trying to mum you, you walked out of your flat, feeling quite confident thanks to their help.

You walked leisurely to the tube station, mostly because you had a bit of time and you really didn't want to work up a sweat, even though you knew the minute you stood on the tube that was going to be very difficult as the Underground was a sauna during the summer months. You were listening to your hype playlist on full blast to try and work some of the nervous energy out before you saw Harry.

The Tube predictably was a nightmare and you emerged at Oxford Circus, desperately trying to cool yourself down. Harry had told you to meet him in a secluded park near to the station so you made your way there, trying desperately not to look like a sweaty mess but you weren't sure you were being very successful in that. But then you saw him and most of your stress melted away.

He was leaning against a lamppost on a quiet street in London, wearing some cream linen shorts, a white tank top and a short-sleeved white shirt thrown over that. His eyes were hidden by some big chunky sunglasses but his unmistakable grin revealed it was indeed him. You chuckled as you approached him, realising your outfits were quite similar and you had unintentionally matched.

As you reached him, he moved his arms from behind his back and produced a bouquet of sunflowers. Shocked slightly, as no boy had ever bought you flowers on a first date before, you took them, heart pounding at the gesture.

"I hope you like them. I know I'm probably supposed to buy roses or something like that but I like sunflowers. They're unique and they reminded me of you," Harry said shyly. You almost cried at his kind words but instead, you leaned up and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, trying to tell him how much you appreciated it.

"Thank you, Harry," you smiled as you pulled back, his face had lit up at your affection. "These are really beautiful."

"You're welcome love," he said, reaching down to grasp your empty hand, entangling his fingers with yours and starting to lead you down the road.

"Where are we going?" you wondered, desperate to find out.

"You'll just have to wait and see," he responded with a cheeky smile and you groaned in frustration.

"I've been trying to figure it out for days! Sarah can keep a secret too well," you huffed and Harry chuckled at you. He had run his date idea past Sarah and she had enthusiastically approved it.

You continued to pester him along the way but he was resolute in not telling you where you were going. Eventually, you had to give up and instead fell into a conversation about his upcoming tour.

"Are you nervous," you asked and he nodded.

"Very. I've never been the sole focus of everyone's attention before and like if I fuck up, I can't hide it behind anything, everyone will notice. Plus I'm debuting my own music, not music that people wanted me to write, music that I wanted to write. It feels personal and vulnerable and the idea of performing is like thrilling but terrifying at the same time," he explained and you nodded along. Listening to Harry talk was always fascinating.

"And then obviously you have those silly fears like what if no one shows up or no one knows the lyrics and it's just a really bad and awkward atmosphere," he continued.

"I'm sure that won't happen. I know people would do anything to see you. I'll come so at least you'll have one person who's there," you said nonchalantly but he whirled around to face you.

"You'll come to a show?!"

"Of course! I'd love to see you play and obviously, I wanna see Sarah perform as well. I was planning on coming to a few," you mumbled the last part but Harry looked overjoyed.

"Really?!"

You laughed at his shocked face. "Yes really, I'll come. I wouldn't miss it for the world!"

"That means a lot," he grinned. "I promise I'll put on a good show for you."

"You bloody better," you chuckled in response and he nudged you affectionately before suddenly stopping outside a building. You looked up and gasped in excitement when you saw where he had bought you. You had arrived outside a place called Swingers, which was an indoor mini-golf place where you could also get drunk off a load of cocktails. You had wanted to come for ages.

"Hope you like mini-golf," Harry laughed seeing the excitement on your face as you nodded eagerly.

"Watch your back Styles, I've got a mean swing," you smirked.

"Good at putting in the hole yeah?" he responded cheekily and you gasped and swatted his shoulder, your face flushing red at his innuendo.

"Careful," you warned. "Or you won't be putting it in any holes," you whispered the last part in his ear and he gulped, his eyes darkening with lust as you smirked at him and pulled him through the door.

Turns out, you sucked at golf and Harry was annoyingly good at it. He beat you by miles, but you had a ton of fun playing. You spent most of the time annoying other people trying to play because you and Harry would spend most of your time on each hole trying to knock each other's balls off the greens and not actually getting them into the holes. This meant each hole took you way too long but you didn't care, you were having way too much fun.

You emerged back on the streets of London at around 9, both lightly tipsy and laughing away as you swayed down the street, Harry pulling you into him, with his arm slung around your shoulders and your arm wrapped tightly around his waist.

"Where to now Rory McIlroy," you teased and he laughed at your little joke.

"Firstly, let's not start changing my name to famous golf players, secondly, it's a surprise. Again. But it does involve food."

"Oh thank god, I'm starving over here," you groaned.

Harry pulled you off the main roads at the point and down a few side streets which were all full of quirky-looking bars and restaurants making you very excited about where he was taking you next. As you turned onto one street, the distinct smell of bagels wafted up the street.

"You didn't!"

"I did. Welcome to the only bagel place open in London this late," he said proudly as you arrived at a small little cafe, which was bustling with people and playing loud music. The key thing, however, was that it serves bagels, your favourite food.

"Harry this is so cool, what the hell!" you gushed as you made your way inside. It was a small little cafe with a couple of tables and a bar where people were either pouring drinks or cooking food. It was pretty busy, with most people gathered near the bar but there was one table free which you quickly nabbed.

"What can I get you, love?" Harry inquired but you shook your head.

"No, it's ok, you paid for the golf, I'm happy to get the food."

"Y/N, please, let me spoil you. I've asked you on this date, so I'm paying," he said firmly and you grinned as you accepted it, realising there was no point in arguing. So you gave him your order and he bustled off to the bar while you sat there, grinning so wide your cheeks were aching. You had never been on a date this good before and you never wanted it to end.

Harry swiftly returned with the drinks and the food, and you both happily sat there munching away, as you rambled on about your job at the pub and your dreams for the future, Harry checking the room occasionally to check he hadn't been seen yet.

"I don't think I can work at the pub for much longer though. I love it and I love running a business and being around lots of people but I need to spread my wings for a bit. I want to travel and I want to try out lots of different things. I know it sounds crazy but there are so many things I want to experience that I think I'd go mad if I just stuck with one thing," you explained.

"Well, then I think you should absolutely go for it. There's no happiness to be found in holding yourself back from something because it's not deemed conventionally normal by society. Shouldn't matter if you don't want a 9-5 or to be doing the same thing for years, just do what makes you happy," Harry encouraged.

"Thank you, Harry. No one's ever really agreed with me before, they all think I'm crazy," you chuckled and he shrugged.

"I don't know why. There's something quite admirable about wanting to do your own thing. Not conforming to what other people want you to do. I wish I could have done that for a while," he admitted and you cocked your head curiously as you allowed him to explain what he meant. He let out a sigh and you knew whatever he was about to say was going to be heavy.

"I will never regret anything that happened with the band and I'm so grateful for the experience I had. Like I was happy during those years even though a lot of people think I wasn't. I just found it really difficult having to conform to the person people wanted me to be. Obviously, management was breathing down our necks constantly and everything we did was so closely controlled. I was labelled pretty early on as this ladies' man or this sex symbol and it made me so uncomfortable because that's not who I was. And it was just non-stop for years. I don't think I had a proper break until about 6 months ago. We always had to be making a new album, or on tour because we were told that's what we needed to be doing. I couldn't say no because I felt like I would be letting everyone down if I did. I barely saw my family for years and I was sick and exhausted quite a lot and I sometimes wish I could have just said something. And the stuff we were making was good and I'm proud of it but it wasn't me. It wasn't what I wanted to make. I think what makes it better, is that I am now able to do all of that but I also had that experience to help me discover who I am. I dunno, I think I have a very love-hate relationship with the last couple of years," he disclosed and you sat back in shock. You didn't expect Harry to open up to you the way he did. You could see he was a bit overwhelmed with it though so you reached across the table and took his large hand in your small ones.

"I could never have done what you did. I think you should be very proud of what you achieved in the last 6 years, but also I am so glad you are discovering who you really are and what you want to do without any restrictions or boundaries you wouldn't be allowed to cross. It's never too late to try something if you think it will make you really happy," you advised and Harry smiled softly across the table at you. He was constantly in awe of you and how you always seemed to be able to say the right thing.

"I like talking to you," he professed, moving his chair around the table so it was next to yours and he could be closer to you.

"I'm always here for you if you need a chat," you insisted. "You can always reach out to me, even if it's the middle of the night. I'll probably be awake anyway..." you continued but Harry could barely focus on what you were saying. Your promise to always be there for him was something he hadn't experienced in a while. He found it really hard to open up to people as a lot of people in his past had abused his trust or sold his secrets because of his fame. He felt like he could trust you though and his heart melted at the idea of you being there for him.

"Harry?" you called breaking him out of his chain of thoughts. "You ok? Went a bit quiet on me there."

"Sorry if this is a lot and we don't need to rush into anything, but I really like spending time with you.'' he started and your heart began to beat fast, wondering where he was going with this. "You make me feel safe and I like being here with you. It's nice. I wanna keep spending time with you."

"I wanna spend more time with you too. I... uh... well I really like you Harry," you expressed, blushing quite a bit. Harry swore under his breath at your admission before quickly cupping your face and kissing you. You both melted into each other, slightly moaning at the taste of each other on your tongues. You kissed as if you were dying of starvation and only Harry could keep you alive. The kiss was so incredible, that you kept your eyes closed after Harry had pulled away, savouring the way he had kissed you.

"I really like you too Y/N," he murmured against your lips before pressing his lips against yours again. It was so perfect.

You just couldn't see how this could go wrong.

-

part 2!!! i can see this becoming a bit longer than i intended but oh well. hope you enjoy!! sorry it took a while to write

sloane xx

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harry styles x reader

summary: harry is your husband and you are following him on his europe tour. halfway through you get quite sick which causes harry to get very worried about you especially because you're carrying a little secret

word count: 5k

warnings: none

Berlin was always one of your favourite places to visit. You found the city to be fascinating and the people there were always lovely. However this time around, you hadn't been able to really see it at all.

At his previous show in Poland, you had begun to feel a bit achy and tired but you had just put it down to poor sleep and always being on the move. However, after the day after the show, you had woken up to an excruciating headache, a chesty cough and you felt like you had a fever. During that day as you travelled from Poland to Germany, you had tried to play down how sick you were, not wanting to stress out your husband or distract him from his tour and so he remained mostly unaware of how awful you felt during that day. You arrived in Berlin late at night and went straight to the hotel. But at this point, you were starting to feel dizzy and you knew you needed to see a doctor. You knew you had the flu and in most normal circumstances you would just power through but not everything about your current circumstances was normal.

You were pregnant with Harry's baby. You had found out just before the Wembley show in London and you had been over the moon. You and Harry had been trying so luckily it wasn't a bad shock for you when the result came through as positive. You had told Harry and he had cried happy tears as he scooped you up into his arms, telling you how excited he was and how you would be the best mum. Since then he had become very protective of you, making sure you were always comfortable and trying the very best for you and your unborn baby. It had made you fall in love with him all over again. However, now that you were sick, you knew if you told him how ill you felt, he would panic and probably end up doing something rash, like cancel the show so he could be with you and you really didn't want him to do that.

So as you arrived at the hotel, and you knew you needed to see someone to check everything was ok, you sought out Sarah. Sarah and Mitch were some of the few people on the tour with you who you had told about the baby. Sarah had been really helpful during your first trimester as you struggled with morning sickness and the exhaustion you had felt.

You knocked on her hotel room door and it was quickly opened by Mitch who stared at you in confusion.

"Could I speak to Sarah?" you rasped, throat beginning to hurt now as well. Mitch quickly realised something wasn't right and let you in, helping you over to an armchair in the room and calling for Sarah, who was in the bathroom. She rushed out and came over to you, kneeling by your side.

"Oh love, what's up," she asked worried as you coughed, holding your hand against your head.

"I'm really ill. I think I need to see a doctor," you managed to get out and Sarah was quickly gesturing at Mitch to get her a phone.

"Ok, how long have you been feeling like this?" she questioned as Mitch handed her her phone and she scrolled to try and find the number for the doctor they had on tour with them.

"Probably since the last show," you mumbled, closing your eyes to try and lessen the thumping pain in your head. You heard the dial tone of Sarah's phone and her begin to explain to the doctor that he needed to come and see you. She explained your symptoms and also that you were pregnant and he said he would be right up. She put down the phone and held onto your hand as you waited.

"Does Harry know?" she whispered tentatively and you slowly shook your head.

"Y/N. You should tell him," Sarah told you but you shook your head again.

"He'll worry too much. He's already spending way too much time fretting about me and I just want him to focus on doing the best shows he can," you explained, sniffling slightly and Sarah just sighed but said nothing more. She knew you should have told him, but she respected your reasons for not doing so.

The doctor arrived quickly and gave you an examination to make sure everything was still ok with the baby, as well as prescribing you some medication to help with the flu. He told you that it was very important that you got some rest over the next couple of days and didn't push yourself at all. You agreed nervously, knowing it would be hard to explain to Harry why you were spending all day in bed. But you needed to do it for the health of your baby so you nodded along to whatever the doctor was saying.

After he left, you trudged back to your hotel room, still feeling horrible but the doctor had given you some pills so your symptoms were slightly less intense. You opened the door and chuckled slightly at the sight in front of you. Harry was fully clothed and face down on the bed, snoring slightly. You knew he was exhausted, it often happened halfway into the tour. You went about getting ready for bed, leaving him to sleep for a bit longer before you slowly shuffled round to his side of the bed, pushing the hair out of his face and giving him a small kiss on the head. His eyes fluttered open and he smiled softly when he saw you above him.

"Hi love," he mumbled sleepily.

"Let's get you to bed," you whispered, half to keep quiet and half because your throat was so sore that talking was quite difficult at the moment. He nodded as he pushed himself off the bed and padded into the bathroom. You went around the bed and clambered in, tucking yourself under the covers as the fever was making you shiver slightly, even though you knew you were hot to touch. You could feel yourself falling in and out of consciousness as Harry moved quietly around the room getting ready for bed. Eventually, he got into the bed beside you, frowning slightly when he noticed how hot you felt to touch and how you couldn't really focus on him.

"You ok love?" he wondered, scared that something might be wrong with the baby. You hummed back in response, too tired and ill to even be able to speak. Harry could tell he wasn't going to be able to get anything out of you as you were too tired but he couldn't help but worry. You had been strangely quiet all day, barely even saying a word and you had slept for the majority of it but you seemed exhausted now.

He had a fitful sleep, consumed by anxiety over whether you were ok. He kept waking up to check that you were still ok and he wished he could check that the baby was ok as well. He woke up in the morning, not feeling rested at all and frowned when he turned over and found that you were not lying next to him. Usually, he would wake up first and then wake you up with gentle kisses and touches but today that was not the case. He could see the light from the bathroom was on and guessed you were in there. He could hear retching and he cursed himself for not being there to help you through your morning sickness.

"Babe?!" he called out, quickly throwing off the covers and rushing into the bathroom where you were leaning on the toilet, face pale and clammy, dark circle under your eyes and you were trembling slightly. You looked horrible, worse than you usually looked when you had morning sickness. Harry's heart dropped when he saw you, it killed him to see the love of his life looking so unwell. He dropped down beside you, gathering your hair up in his hands and slowly rubbing your back as you retched and gagged.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled as you collapsed back against him. You had never felt worse in your life, the morning sickness combined with your flu had you feeling like you might not actually survive this.

"Baby, why are you apologising?" Harry questioned, stunned you'd try and apologise for being unwell.

"Because I can't imagine this is nice to deal with," you explained but he shook his head.

"Y/N, you are everything to me. I will always be there for you when you're feeling gross and sick because I love you so much. M' your husband love, I will look after you for the rest of my life," he professed and tears pricked your eyes. You felt so guilty for not telling him you were sick now because you could hear in his voice how worried he was about you.

"C'mon, let's get you back into bed," he said as he lifted you into his arms, letting you rest your weary head on his shoulder. He knew there was something going on other than your morning sickness, you looked too unwell. He gently placed you down on the bed, kneeling down beside you.

"Wanna tell me what's going on?" he whispered to you and you sighed, knowing you needed to come clean.

"I'm not feeling very well. At all. I have the flu," you admitted. Harry ran his hands over his face before settling one hand on yours, giving it a squeeze.

"How long have you felt like this?" he inquired, knowing you would have tried to pretend like it was fine for as long as possible.

"Not very long," you tried but Harry shook his head.

"C'mon love, don't pretend to be ok. Let me help you," he pleaded.

"Haven't been feeling great since the last show."

"Ok, do we need to go see a doctor? Do you think the baby is ok?" he asked, eyes full of worry for his unborn child and you. You shook your head.

"I... um... well I saw the doctor last night," you told him and you felt horrible when you saw the sadness in his eyes.

"Baby, why didn't you tell me? I just came here and fell asleep like an idiot when I should have been there for you," he said, placing a hand on your forehead and flinching when he felt how hot you were. You shrugged slightly, squeezing your eyes shut so the tears that were threatening to fall down your cheeks wouldn't slip out. You had become a lot more emotional since getting pregnant and would cry at the smallest things.

Deep down, Harry knew exactly why you hadn't told him. You had always been very selfless and would only complain about something if it was really bad. He knew you didn't like to distract him from his work and he knew you hated it when he was overly worried about you. You always wanted him to be comfortable and happy on tour and focused on the fans and his music and not be concerned about you.

"Love, when will you realise that I will always worry about you. You're my love, my wife and the mother of my child. You are my first priority always," he insisted and you sniffled slightly.

"I know," you whimpered, feeling so bad for not telling Harry you were sick.

"Oh my love, please don't cry, it's ok," he tried to soothe you. "I just want you to be ok, yeah, so let me look after you."

"But your tour? You have a really busy day H," you pointed out and he scoffed.

"Fuck the tour. You're more important," he declared but you shook your head, sighing.

"Harry, you can't cancel your show over me. You just can't. I won't let you. It will make me feel worse if you do," you told him, your fears of him trying to do something rash because of your sickness coming true. He groaned slightly, knowing that you wouldn't back down over this and also that you were right. He couldn't just cancel a show but he didn't want to go to work and not be able to look after you. But he had an idea.

"Ok, listen I won't cancel the show, but you need to let me look after you. Come with me today, I'll make sure you have a place you can rest for the whole day. If you're too sick, that's fine, you can stay here and rest love, but if you can, please come with me. I wanna make sure you and the little one are alright," he begged. You could tell he was really going to struggle to leave you here on your own, and secretly you wanted to come and have him look after you although you would never admit it. So you nodded and he breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, love. If at any point you need to come back here, just let me know and we will. Now, let me get you some clean clothes and we'll go from there."

He helped you up, getting you out of your pyjamas, which your skin was sticking to due to your fever although you just felt cold. You whimpered loudly when you sat naked in the bed, intensely shivering and Harry ran around quickly getting you some new clothes, his heart breaking to see you so ill. He grabbed a big hoodie of his and some of your leggings out of the closet, as well as some underwear. Weakly, you let him dress you, your body using his for support as he pulled the jumper over your head. Once he had got you into clean clothes, he pulled you into his lap, holding you and rocking you to try and soothe you. It worked slightly, you found yourself relaxing in the arms of your love and it relieved some of the aches you felt in your body.

"Have you got some medicine?" he inquired and you nodded, telling him it was in your washbag in the bathroom. He found the medicine the doctor had prescribed you and got you some water so you could take it.

"Can I get you some breakfast?" he asked and you groaned at the thought of food. Nausea from the morning sickness and the fact you had lost your appetite made food sound very unappealing.

"Love you need to eat something. For the baby," he urged you and you knew he was right. The baby needed sustenance, so you needed to eat.

"Nothing too heavy," you conceded and he nodded. He tucked you back into bed, pressing a kiss to your forehead and promised he'd be back soon and went off in search of some breakfast. When he returned with a range of items, he found you asleep, snoring slightly as your body tried to fight off your illness. He smiled softly, glad you were getting some much-needed rest, before settling himself in the adjoining room, which had a sofa and table in it and started eating some breakfast he had acquired for himself.

You slept for most of the morning, until about 11am, when Harry woke you up, quietly telling you that he was needed in about an hour at the venue to rehearse. Your heart swelled when you saw what he had got you for breakfast. He had bought you a range of options as he had apparently gone to Sarah to ask her what he should get you to make sure he got it right. He had bought you some yoghurt and bananas as well as different types of cereal so you could choose the one you wanted. He had also got you some ginger tea because he had read somewhere that ginger helped with morning sickness. You felt so lucky at that moment to have such a caring and sweet husband who would do anything for you.

You slowly ate breakfast, to try and keep everything down and the ginger tea really did help. Harry helped you shower and get ready for the day before packing a bag for you full of blankets, your medicine, some water and things to get you through the day. You set off for the venue around 12, you slumped against Harry in the car while he rubbed your back, pressing small gentle kisses all over your face. When you arrived, Harry found two couches in the dressing room which he pushed together to make a bed for you. He covered it in blankets and cushions and helped you get settled. As sick as you were you wanted to smother him with love for what he was doing for you. You were so thankful.

Eventually, he had to leave to go to rehearsals but it took a lot of convincing on your part to get him to leave you. Jeff basically had to drag him away and he looked very grumpy as he sulked off towards the stage. You settled down and began to drift off again, the distant sound of Harry's voice calming you down as you listened to him playing.

You rested all afternoon, Harry periodically coming into check on you. Whenever he had a spare moment, he would immediately rush to be by your side, making sure you were getting enough liquids and rest and helping you eat something here and there. As the afternoon turned into the evening, Harry became busier and busier and was finding it hard to get back to you and make sure you were ok. He was getting frustrated with people as they kept pulling him in different places and he was getting snappy. Jeff sighed as he noticed Harry getting irritable, knowing he only needed to see his wife but they were running late already and he couldn't really pull him away yet. Selfishly, Jeff needed Harry to stay where he was so he could make sure everything went to plan.

You remained unaware of this, as you were snoozing away in the dressing room, listening to a podcast on your phone, your hand absentmindedly rubbing your belly. You had started doing it when you got pregnant and it always relaxed you now. Harry was always rubbing it as well as if he was in awe that a tiny person was growing inside you. You could tell he was already going to be an amazing father, especially after how he treated you today.

You slept right through into the evening, your body craving rest as it fought off the illness, but it did mean you had slept right through dinner and Harry hadn't been there to make sure you'd eaten. Therefore you woke up at around 8:30, half an hour before Harry was due to go on stage, feeling groggy and weak due to the lack of food. You groaned as you stretched out your muscles, mumbling out Harry's name but soon realised he wasn't there. No one was, the dressing room was completely empty. You sighed slightly as you realised you would have to get up to find some food, but you knew you had to eat so you pushed your sore body off the couch and shuffled to the door. You wandered through the corridors slowly, trying not to move too fast to aggravate your already sore head. You began to get frustrated as you failed to find any food or someone you could ask to get you something as everyone was running about looking very busy. Not wanting to cause a fuss, you sadly began making your way back to the dressing room. Halfway back, you heard someone yell out your name and turned around to see Harry running towards you, a concerned look plastered on his face.

"Baby, what are you doing out here?" he asked as he pulled you into his arms.

"Just trying to get some dinner," you muttered pulling back from Harry who frowned.

"You haven't eaten?" You shook your head in response and he swore under his breath. "I fucking told Jeff to get you some food like an hour ago, are you shitting me?!"

"Harry it's ok, don't worry, I'll find some food," you insisted but he was too angry now.

"No, you should be getting some rest not wandering around trying to get food! I want you to be better love and Jeff should have bought you something. He knows you're pregnant as well," Harry continued, clenching his fists as he looked around trying to find Jeff so he could chew him out.

"Harry please, I don't want to cause any trouble," you tried again.

"Love, you really arent so please stop saying that. You're ill and you're carrying m'baby in there and I need to make sure you're ok and fed and that the little bubba is too," he said firmly and your gaze softened because you knew he was just getting angry because he was worried about the baby. You stood on your tiptoes and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips and cupped his cheek with your hand.

"I love you H. And I love that you care so much about me. About us," you began as you cupped your stomach. "But right now, you've got a show to put on and I want you to go out there and give it your all. I will be ok and I will find some food and after the show, we can go home right away and you can look after me as much as you want, yeah," you proposed and his demeanour softened, the anger fading from his eyes. He nodded slowly, pulling you into his arms as you swayed back and forth. Eventually, he pulled back and pressed another kiss to your lips.

"I love you. So much," he professed and you smiled into the kiss, feeling overwhelmingly in love with the man that stood before you.

"I love you too. Sorry I can't watch the show," you apologised and he shook his head.

"Don't apologise. Just need you to get better for me love," he told you.

He pulled away slowly, and begun to walk you back to your dressing room. You pretended like you couldn't see him angrily texting Jeff to get you some food. You could see him violently typing in the corner of your eye and you rolled your eyes at your husband's antics. He got you settled back onto the sofa and glared at Jeff as he sheepishly arrived with food for you. You sent Jeff an apologetic look which didn't get missed by Harry.

"Doesn't deserve your apology," he mumbled into your skin as he was sitting underneath you, with you curled up on his lap and his face pressed into your neck. You rolled your eyes as you tentatively spooned soup into your mouth and chewed on some bread.

"H, you need to go," you pushed as he continued to cling onto you, his arms wrapped around your waist under your jumper, softly holding your belly with his large hands.

"Don't wanna."

"Harry," you warned and he huffed as he let you go and you clambered off him so he could move.

"Stay here love and get some rest. I'll be back before you know it," he said before kneeling down in front of you to kiss your belly, lifting the jumper you were wearing so a sliver of your skin was exposed.

"Be nice for Mum," he muttered as he pressed a kiss to your skin and you gazed down adoringly at him. You couldn't wait to have this baby with him, it was like he was destined to be a dad. He stood up and gave you a quick kiss.

"Eat all your soup love," he reminded you as you sat back down on the sofa, smiling as he grabbed a blanket and pulled it over you.

"You got this," you encouraged as he turned towards the door.

"Always love," he replied grinning as he left and you snuggled back down onto the sofa, enjoying your soup. You smiled as you heard the roar of the crowd, always so proud of your husband whenever you saw how many people would turn up just to see him play. He deserved every success in your eyes.

Harry returned an hour later. After making his way off stage, a couple of people tried to pull him in different directions but he was insistent on getting back to his wife. Jeff, having learnt his lesson, helped Harry get away from them and therefore all was forgiven between the two of them.

"I think Y/N's seeing the doctor right now," Jeff mentioned and Harry whirled his head around.

"Is she ok?! Is the baby ok?!" he rushed out but before Jeff had time to say yes, it was just a routine check-up, Harry was already sprinting down the corridor towards the dressing room. Jeff shook his head at Harry but he was happy to finally see the man so in love.

Your eyes grew wide as Harry crashed through the door of the dressing room where you were lying on the couch as the doctor listened to the baby's heartbeat.

"Is everything ok?" he asked urgently as he ran his hands through his hair in stress. You chuckled.

"Everything is fine H, he's just giving me a check-up," you explained as Harry sighed in relief, coming over to your side where he knelt down beside you, holding your hand. He watched as the doctor felt your stomach and checked your general health and relaxed when the doctor said he was happy with how things were progressing and that your bout of illness hadn't impacted the baby in any way. He also said you were improving generally and a couple more days of rest and you would be much better.

"Any questions?" the doctor said as he began to pack away his stuff and you sighed. Whenever any doctor asked Harry if he had any questions regarding you and your baby, he usually had about 100. You gave the doctor an apologetic look as he began to answer all of Harry's questions as unsurprisingly he had a lot. Eventually, you managed to pull Harry away and the doctor looked a bit relieved as he exited the room. You chuckled seeing Harry looking all grumpy because somehow he still had more questions.

"Babe, you can google it later or find the answer in one of those books you have," you told him, pulling off his top so he could get changed back into his normal clothes. He turned bright red at the mention of the books. He thought you hadn't noticed, but the day after you told him you were pregnant, he had bought every single book on pregnancy that he could find. You had found them stashed in his tote bag a few nights ago and you found it really sweet.

"What books?" he pretended as he grabbed his jumper that you were holding and pulled it over to his bed. You giggled as he hid his face in the hood, pulling the strings tight so only his nose was visible in the little gap. You pressed a soft kiss to it and he began to loosen the strings.

"It's cute babe," you reassured him and he shrugged, a bit embarrassed he'd been caught. Harry finished getting dressed and he made sure you were all ready to go. He looped an arm around your shoulders as he guided you out of the venue and towards the car.

Once you got back to the hotel, Harry sat you on the counter as he readied a bath for you. You were already beginning to feel a lot better, the day of rest having done wonders for you. You knew it was going to mean you would be behind on work but you didn't really care. You needed rest and seeing as your husband was technically your boss, as you worked alongside Jeff in organising Harry's tours, you thought you could probably get away with it. You watched him as he went about making sure the water temperature was right and your heart melted. He was so sweet to you.

He carefully undressed you and placed you in the bath before settling in behind you. He carefully washed you, massaging your shoulders and your head as he did. It felt incredible.

"M'so lucky to have you," you mumbled sleepily and he pressed a kiss to your head.

"You are everything to me," he responded lovingly as he got out of the bath from behind you and helped you out, still whispering the sweetest things in your ear. You both got ready for bed, settling down in the cool sheets. Harry had pushed up your top, so it was just resting beneath your chest and he was pressing slow, loving kisses to your stomach. Your eyes fluttered closed at the sensation.

"Sing to us?" you asked quietly. Harry had gotten into the habit of singing to you and the baby since you got pregnant. You had joked that the baby was going to come out already knowing all the lyrics to his songs, but you loved it when he did sing. You never would get tired of hearing your husband sing.

"Course love," he complied as he began to sing the opening verse of As It Was. He sang it slowly and much calmer than he usually would. You could feel yourself drifting off to the sound of his deep voice, his breath hot against the skin of your stomach.

'in this world, it's just us' he sang and you smiled softly. That was your favourite line of the song because it was true. Despite the chaos of it all, despite the millions of fans, the hundreds of shows and everything that came along with it, as long as you just had Harry and your baby it would be fine.

It was just the three of you, and that's all that mattered.

-

little one shot while i work on pt.2 of the flatshare in london, which is coming along nicely but is very time consuming and i was away at the weekend so i couldn't really write anything. sorry :(

sloane xx

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✨harry styles fic recs ✨

these fics are just so good that i had to recommend them for you to read. most of these authors and their works have inspired me to start writing and for that, i am very thankful

*- means these fics contain content that is not suitable for minors. please head these warnings

series

in my feelings by @harrystylescherry * - this series is one of the first harry series i read and it is amazing. the plot is spectacular and the smut is so well written. it has very long chapters and a incredible attention to detail. i constantly find myself re-reading this, 10/10

sail the widest stretch by @beautifulletdownfics * - i read this very recently and i am completely in awe and slightly jealous of how well this author can write. this particular series is an AU and it is so well written. after reading this i recommend checking out all their other fics because they are all this good

euphoria au by @lovecanyon * - i love a bit of euphoria so this fic satisfied me immensely. i love how they managed to incorporate harry into the storyline while still remaining true to the plot and capturing the essence of euphoria

the professor by @avatar-anna - this was such a cute fic, i loved the dynamic between the reader and harry that the author creates and it's just super sweet.

love island au by @finelinevogue - as a fellow brit, and an avid love island fan, i am obsessed with this concept. the relationship between harry and the reader is adorable and i love the way they have written this fic, by including the perspectives of people watching the show from home. love love love.

daisy by @youflowerr-youfeast - this is a beautiful fic that centres on a blind reader trying to navigate the world with her guide dog daisy. it's so beautifully written and i was reading it as i was making this recommendation list and i knew i had to include it.

one-shots

x by @moonlightsolo * - this is another euphoria-inspired fic but it is so hot. i love this fic because it's unlike anything I've ever read but it's so refreshing and i love it. the smut is intense but it suits the fic so well and i'm obsessed.

studio love by @kindapinkskies * - i think this was one of the first fics i ever read and it was amazing. the smut is beautifully written and you can practically feel the sexual tension between the reader and harry. very enjoyable to read and who doesn't love a bit of husband!harry

you said that last time by @heartbreakweatherharry - this is really cute dad!harry fic, it's short but very sweet and the writing is amazing. i love the way this author ties it all up in the end as well

changes by @sunflowervolvimp3 * - this is quite a long one shot, but it's the attention to detail that makes this fic worth it. it has everything you would want in a oneshot in it and i really enjoyed reading this

reclining venues by @starsstruck * - this fic is set in Italy and the writing is so good it makes you feel like you are actually there. another long one but again it is so detailed and the relationship between the reader and harry is very well written

other writers i recommend

@harrysfolklore

@satanhalsey

@happy4harry

@watermelonlovershigh

@shroombloomm

@erodasfishtacos

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the flatshare in london

harry styles x reader

summary: you live in a flatshare with sarah and two other girls in london in 2017. through your insistence to get sarah's talent more widely recognised, you meet a man who will change your life forever

word count: 8.7k

warnings: smut

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Living in London in your early 20s had its ups and downs. Everything was ridiculously expensive and the city was becoming busier and busier. It was so packed and crowded all the time. But you loved it. You loved the city for its vibrancy and its people, the different cultures and the beautiful sights, and just getting lost in it. It was home and you wouldn't change it for the world.

You had moved there when you turned 20 in 2015, blindly following your best friend to the capital, happy to indulge in her adventures. Sarah had been your best friend since you were four, whom you had met at your local primary school. Both of you were quite shy when you were little and naturally bonded over wanting to keep to yourselves in the corner of the playground. Since then you had navigated life with her, giggling through those cringy pre-teen years, crying through your teenage heartbreaks and holding each other when adulthood really hit you.

As you had grown up, you had come out of your shell, developing into a bit of a free spirit. You loved people and making new friends, exploring new places and immersing yourself in whatever situation you were faced with. It meant that you hated being alone and sometimes you found yourself making stupid decisions to get people to like you. You could never really hold down a relationship, even though every time you were in one, you convinced yourself that he was the one for you and you were madly in love. You fell in love very easily.

Sarah, on the other hand, mainly stayed quite reserved. While that meant she often didn't want to come on your weird adventures and struggled to open up quite like you could, she was very level-headed and very loyal to all her friends. She always had the best advice and was always there for a hug when you needed it. Sarah gave the best hugs. That's why, despite your differences, you had remained close friends for such a long time. You would follow her to the end of the earth if she needed you to. And you knew she'd do the same for you

You and Sarah had always talked about moving to London. The idea of the city thrilled you as well as the opportunities that came along with it. You were both from a small corner of England, where not much ever happened and you needed a change. You needed some excitement. That's why, when Sarah said she'd got a job as a drummer for a local bar in London, which paid a decent wage, you had jumped at the opportunity for you to move to London. She had worried that you didn't have a job there, but you had assured her, in your impulsive way, that everything would be fine, you had some money saved up and you would take any job when you moved there so you could afford the rent and living there. It took a lot of convincing on your part but you managed to get her to turn her life around in about a week and begin preparing to move to London. You knew she wanted to go and she was excited about her new job but decisions like this often felt overwhelming to Sarah and that's where you came in to give her a little push.

You had moved down, one Tuesday in June, both of you giggling and singing down the M4, hair blowing in the wind. You remember being so excited to start your new life and you now realise that moving to London was the best thing you and Sarah had ever done.

Since moving, both of your lives had been a whirlwind of emotions. You had moved in with two other girls, who you and Sarah had known for a while, into a small flat in Clapham. It was a bit rundown, the paint was peeling in places, some of the appliances needed a bit of a kick to get them working and there was a dubious patch of mould in one corner but with some love and a lot of command strips you had made it feel like home. You loved it there, even if Sarah liked to play the drums at obscene times at night. Your neighbours really didn't like you.

You had managed to get a job working in a pub. At first, you saw it as a temporary job, until you found something that you were passionate about but soon you found yourself passionate about working in the pub. You became fast friends with the Landlord and he had basically made you his partner when it came to running the pub. Your opinions and what you had to say were listened to and taken on board and you loved making the pub a safe space for all that passed through the doors. So many fun nights had been had in that little pub in Clapham and you wouldn't change it for the world.

Sarah was now playing for a couple of bands, often touring the UK and Europe and was so happy with what she was doing. However, sometimes, her talent would present her with insane opportunities, but she would turn them down, believing they were too big for her. This had happened a couple times now and you knew you weren't going to let her do it again now. You were in awe of how talented your best friend was sometimes, she had a beautiful voice and was an insane drummer, and you felt like the world deserved to hear her perform.

That is what led you to meet Harry. Your determination for your best friend to make a name for herself. You were pulling pints on a particularly busy night at the pub when you struck up a conversation with one of your regulars. He was a nice guy, probably spent too much time at the pub rather than at home with his girlfriend, but he made for interesting chat.

"Anyway, I just had to get out of the house tonight, the missus is going mad," he chuckled sipping on his pint. You rolled your eyes at his usual excuse for why he was at the pub alone but you let him continue.

"I swear since she became creative director for that bloody pop star, she's been so stressed out," he continued and you nodded along while wiping down the bar.

"I'm sure she has a reason to. What's stressing her out at the minute?" you asked.

"Oh, she's trying to organise a band for this guy. Apparently, they had it all sorted then the bloody drummer dropped out..." he continued ranting but you zoned out the minute he said drummer.

"...Anyway, they're holding auditions but they can't find anyone who's good enough at the moment or who fits the band's vibe or whatever. So bloody annoying," he grumbled but you were busy scribbling on a bit of paper.

"Y/N?" he queried, confused why you looked so excited.

"John, I think I have the solution to all your problems. My best friend, she's an excellent drummer and singer. Like she's insanely talented. Give this to your girlfriend and tell her to give her a call," you explained excitedly, handing over a scrap of paper with Sarah's details on it.

"You're a lifesaver Y/N. I hope you're right about this girl," he said tucking the paper into his pocket.

"Oh don't worry, she's incredible," you assured him.

"You sure she won't mind your signing her up for this?" he wondered, but you shook your head. You knew it was a bit risky, signing Sarah up for something she might not want to do, but she had expressed to you that she wanted to do something big with her music. She just didn't have the guts to do it herself. You knew she was capable of it though.

"She won't mind at all."

-

"YOU DID WHAT!?" Sarah chased you through the small kitchen brandishing a wooden spoon at you.

"Sarah, I did you a favour," you tried, cowering away from her rage.

"Y/N, I swear to god!" she huffed, throwing her hands up in the air in disbelief. "You're too bloody impulsive sometimes."

"And you're not impulsive enough. You've always wanted to do something big like this, you told me that two nights ago! I know you can do this, you're Sarah fucking Jones!" you insisted and she sagged her shoulders. Even though you both knew you should have consulted her beforehand, she knew if you had, she would have said no right there and then because she was too afraid.

"Listen, it's just an audition. Go along and see how it goes. I think it's worth a shot," you implored and you could see her begin to crack slightly.

"I'm not sure, I mean what would I even play?" she muttered nervously. You rolled your eyes.

"Anything babe, you're insanely talented,"

"You're just insane," she quipped back.

"Thank you," you did a fake curtsy and she rolled her eyes but a grin was making its way onto her face. "Listen, she'll probably text you in the morning, so sleep on it and see how you feel in the morning. Although I'll be very disappointed if you don't go."

"God, you sound like my dad. You're bloody lucky I'm still up right now, I would have murdered you if I'd got the call in the morning with no idea what you had signed me up for," she pointed out and you nodded laughing. Your shifts at the pub finished at 1am so if Sarah had been asleep when you got back you would have been in very deep trouble. Thank god she was a night owl like you

"Hm yeah fair point," you said as you trudged back into the kitchen to continue making your late-night snack.

"You need to think before your actions sometimes babes," she reminded as she went back to her baking. God knows why she was baking this late but you didn't question it.

"S, when have I ever done that," you replied, a cheeky smile on your face and she shook her head, grinning.

"Anyway, who is the band for?" she asked and your face dropped. Shit. You didn't actually know.

"Uhh, well... I think...," you stuttered and she sighed loudly.

"You don't know do you?" she groaned.

"Uhhh, no."

"For fucks sake."

-

Sarah was gripping your hand so hard you thought it would fall off as you walked down the road from the tube station to the studio where her audition would be. The morning after your fun altercation in the kitchen at 1am, Sarah had received a call from John's girlfriend, the creative director, who had helpfully let her know that she would be auditioning for none other than Harry Styles's band. She had screamed at you again for that. Neither of you had really listened to his music before but you knew who he was and how famous he was. She had nearly pulled out again then, claiming it was way too much for someone like her and she wasn't talented enough for someone like that. You had nearly punched her in the face to stop her ramblings but luckily you managed to convince her, somehow, to come to the audition.

"Y/N, what the fuck have you got me into," she mumbled as you reached the doors of the studio.

"Something incredible," you declared giving her hand a squeeze. "You'll thank me later babe."

"No I won't," she grumbled, even though she knew she needed to do this. This could open a lot of doors for her.

"I'll be right here. You're gonna smash it S, I know it," you assured her, staring into her deep brown eyes that held so much anxiety.

"You're paying for my therapy when I have to recover from this," she called back to you as she began to nervously walk towards the door.

"Happily," you called back as you began to dig about in your tote bag for some stress relief.

"Don't smoke while I'm gone," she reprimanded you and your movements stopped. You had been caught.

"Wasn't gonna," you lied grinning at her.

"Liar," she said as she disappeared through the doors and you chuckled as your hand closed around your lighter and your cigarettes. It was an awful habit you picked up but you needed the stress relief sometimes. And getting Sarah to this audition had been anything but calm.

You popped your headphones in as you leaned against the wall, your cigarette resting loosely between your lips as you took a drag from it, feeling the relief wash over your body. You hummed along to the song playing in your ears as you began answering some emails regarding the pub on your phone. It was a lovely summer's day and you soaked up the sun's rays happily as you typed away on your phone. You didn't even notice the time passed before Sarah's happy face appeared in front of yours again.

"Oh my god! How did it go!" you squealed pulling out your headphones excitedly, so happy to see her happy.

"I think it went really good! That was the best I've ever played," she gushed and you pulled her into a tight hug.

"I am so proud of you!" you beamed, almost jumping up and down in excitement. "I know you would nail it. When do you find out?"

"They said that today was the last day they were holding auditions and that they'd call tomorrow to let us know. Oh god, I actually hope I get it, everyone was so cool and nice. I met a couple of members of the band," she explained as you began walking down the street back to the tube stop.

"Did you meet him?" you asked curiously but she shook her head.

"No, he's in America at the moment. I'll probably meet him at the first rehearsal or something."

"Ah, I see. So what was his band like?" you continued your line of questioning. She began to ramble about every member and how nice they'd all been. You noticed a twinkle in her eye when she was talking about the lead guitarist, Mitch, but you decided not to push her on it, knowing you would only receive a harsh glare and a slap to the shoulder. Little did you know, that audition would change everything for the both of you.

-

That same evening Sarah had got the call to say she was in. They said they had loved her so much when she auditioned that they just knew it had to be her and cancelled the rest of the auditions for the day. You had screamed the kitchen down and your whole flat had gone out and got absolutely hammered to celebrate.

A couple of weeks had passed since that date and in the last week, Sarah had started rehearsing for the band. She had become close with the rest of the band and especially Mitch. They had already been out to dinner once or twice together and you were internally jumping for joy for her. Sarah didn't really date, not like you did, and was very reserved and found it hard to open up to people. To hear that she had found someone quite similar to her in that aspect and someone who she got along with tremendously filled your heart with joy. Even if she remained very coy about it.

Apart from that, life went on as normal. You still spent too much money, smoked too many cigarettes, got too drunk on the weekend, regretted it on Monday and continued to love the life you had built for yourself. You could never have guessed one Wednesday morning it would all change for you.

You woke up late, as usual, your late shifts meaning you didn't usually get up until 10 or 11 the next day. The sun seeped into your room under the door as you groaned and stretched out your tired muscles from working too hard the night before. That and also having passionate sex into the early hours of the morning. You had a regular bed partner named Will, who was a bit of a lost soul but an excellent shag. He kind of floated through life, often with no direction and spouting the most amount of bullshit you had ever heard. However, you were very fond of him but you knew you could never fall in love with him. That's what made him so perfect. You could fulfil your needs and desires but not have to worry about falling in love with your friend.

You turned over in bed, seeing him still sleeping peacefully and an evil grin spread over your face. You leaned over and blew hard in his ear, which had him shooting up out of bed.

"Fuck!" he roared and you fell back giggling.

"You're such a twat," he groaned as he rubbed his hands over his face, you continuing to cackle manically.

"Couldn't help it, you looked so peaceful," you chuckled and he sighed.

"God I hate you," he murmured leaning down to peck your lips gently.

"Hate you too," you responded, kissing him back gently before pushing him off you.

"Come on mate, you've got shit to do today," you reminded him as you pulled a grey cami top over your head and slipped into some black lace panties. He turned over and hid his face in your pillow and you slapped him lightly on the shoulder.

"Can't I just stay here? I think it would be constructive for my mental health," he tried and you rolled your eyes.

"Will. Up. Now."

Eventually, you managed to get the grumbling man up and out, laughing to yourself as he talked some more crap about why he should stay at yours. But you had a shit ton of stuff to do today so you managed to get him out the door, sighing as you leaned your back against it. You made your way into the kitchen at that point, goofily dancing along to the song playing on the radio and humming along. You were about to grab some toast out of the cupboard when someone spoke.

"Uh hey?" a deep voice spoke and you yelped, whirling around to spot a handsome, curly brown-haired man standing in the corner of your kitchen. It didn't take long for you to realise the man standing casually in your kitchen was Harry Styles. And also that you were just wearing some lace pants and a small top.

"What the fuck?!" you squeaked, watching him as he unashamedly checked you out. Your brow furrowed at this.

"Hey, eyes up here mister," you said gesturing to your face and he held his hands up.

"Sorry love," he smirked, his Mancunian accent sending shivers down your back even though you tried not to let it show. Instead you eyed him warily before calling out for Sarah.

"SARAH?"

"Yeah?" she called from down the corridor.

"Why the fuck is Harry Styles in my kitchen," you inquired and Harry laughed out loud at this. His eyes shined when he took in the sight of you. He would happily tell anyone now that he immediately fell in love with you when he saw you in the kitchen that day. You weren't overwhelmed by his presence and you just treated him like any other person. You had looked so beautiful standing there that he wanted to reach over and kiss you straight away.

"Oh shit sorry, forgot to mention, we're just stopping to grab some equipment. Do you remember where you put those spare mics I bought?" she inquired like it really wasn't a big deal that one of the most famous men in the world was currently staring at you in your underwear.

"They're in the storage cupboard. Also maybe next time you wanna let me know there's someone coming round before I charge into the kitchen in just my knickers," you yelled back and Harry was full-on cackling now. The whole situation was hilarious to him.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," she apologised as she came rushing into the kitchen, going red when she saw your state of undress and Harry laughing into his hands in the corner.

"Uh, this is my roommate and best friend, Y/N," she introduced you. "Can you go put on some clothes?" she hissed at you as you leaned against the counter, eyeing up Harry. He raised an eyebrow as if to say 'go on, do as you're told,' but you hardened your stare and shook your head.

"No, I'm quite happy like this. My flat, my rules," you countered, turning around to continue making some toast.

"You're unbelievable," she tutted sending an apologetic look to Harry. "Come on H, we're going, could you grab that box over there?" she asked as she marched out of the kitchen. You knew you'd get a bollocking later but you didn't really mind. It had been fun to mess with both of them.

"Bye Y/N," he said, smirking at you as he went and when he left, you gripped the counter, hard. He was gorgeous, you had to admit but you knew if you pursued him, you would fall in love with him. You had form. You weren't supposed to fall in love with people like Harry, you were too wild for people like him, too spontaneous and too free. You weren't sure he would be able to tame you.

"Is that who I thought it was?" the sound of your other flatmate's voice broke you out of your deep thought.

"Uh, if you mean Harry Styles, then yes it was," you confirmed and she took in your current outfit.

"Y/N, please don't tell me you had your whole arse out when he was here."

"Oh you know I absolutely did."

-

It had been a couple of weeks since the kitchen incident. Predictably Sarah had given you a telling-off when she got home that day but as usual, most of it went over your head. As much as she tried to tame you, she had never really managed to stop your wild and crazy nature.

However, you hadn't stopped thinking about Harry. His green eyes and stupid smirk found their way into your head at all times of the day and you desperately wished it didn't. Even though you had only shared a couple words with each other, there had been an undeniable tension between the both of you.

"Y/N, I swear to god, stop bloody smoking," Sarah chastised you as she passed you on the steps up to the front door of your flat building, breaking your chain of thought. You smiled up guiltily as she marched passed you, stubbing out the butt of your cigarette.

"Sorry," you mumbled and she rolled her eyes.

"You're not. Anyway, have you got a shift tonight?"

"Nah, Andrew let me have the night off for once," you told her and she grinned wide.

"Brilliant! You're coming out," she told you as she unlocked the door and you jumped up in excitement. You would never say no to a night out.

"Yes, where are we going?!" you babbled excitedly.

"We are going out with the band. And Harry," she explained and your mouth dropped open.

"What?" you asked incredously. People like Harry Styles didn't go on a night out with people like you.

"You heard me. So please Y/N, I am literally begging you, be on your best fucking behaviour, I work with these people," she pleaded and you nodded, knowing that it was important for Sarah that she impressed these people, and you had been known to go a little crazy on nights out, often not trudging home until the sun had risen or was rising.

"I pinky promise," you said seriously holding out your pinky. You and Sarah had a rule from when you were kids that pinky promises were very serious. You didn't ever break a pinky promise.

"Thank you. Now go shower, I'm not taking you if you stink like smoke."

"It was one cigarette! I've only had one this whole week," you tried.

"One too many. Go!" she slapped your butt as she pushed you in the direction of the shower. Grumbling you went off to make yourself look presentable, as per Sarah's demands.

As you stood under the hot water, it came crashing down on you that you were about to go out with a proper celebrity. While you didn't really see him as such, it was still kind of a cool realisation. You emerged from the shower ten minutes later and opened the door to find your flat in an utter meltdown. Clearly, Sarah had told your flatmates who would be joining you tonight and it was like someone had let a fox loose in a chicken coop. There were clothes everywhere, people yelling and the distinct smell of something burning. You chuckled as you made your way to Sarah's room.

"Have you seen the carnage you've created?" you chuckled as you poked your head around the door and she giggled in response.

"Yeah, my bad."

"Where are we going tonight? Wanna chose the right outfit," you asked already planning a fit in your head.

"Pub near Harry's house. They have live music on Friday and Harry says it's really good fun," she explained and you nodded.

"Ok so smart casual then?" You got a thumbs up in response.

You went back to your room, pulling everything out of your wardrobe as you usually did when you were going out. However, you could feel yourself trying a bit harder tonight and even though you would never admit it, it was for Harry. Eventually, you pulled together an outfit and headed downstairs to find your secret bottle of Tequila. You then dashed up to Ellie's room, who was one of your flatmates.

"Wow, you look hot," she complimented as you entered the room, doing a little twirl for her. You were wearing a tight black waistcoat with matching loose trousers.

"Liquid courage?" you offered, holding up the bottle and she nodded quickly.

"God yes," and you chuckled as you poured out the shots.

Three tequila shots and one telling-off later, the four of you were walking to the tube station, all giggling and talking nervously about the night ahead. You could tell that Sarah was bricking it, so you held her hand tight the whole way on the Tube, despite it being very hot and sticky. You finally emerged in Hampstead, and walked briskly to the pub, slightly running late as you usually were. You quickly arrived at a very busy-looking pub, exactly what you were hoping for. People were milling about on the street smoking and Sarah gave you a warning glare. You pushed the doors open and were met with a very lively atmosphere. Sarah quickly spotted the band in the corner and dragged the three of you over, dodging around already quite drunk people.

"There she is!" one of them exclaimed when he spotted Sarah and everyone turned to your little group. You were all quickly introduced to each member of the band, and you paid keen attention to Mitch when you met him, sizing him up a bit until Sarah saw what you were doing and kicked you under the table. Harry, however, was nowhere to be seen. You didn't want to ask, not wanting to seem too eager but you were a little disappointed he wasn't there.

"Do you guys want a drink?" Adam offered as you all settled down on the table and you all nodded.

"Well you could have offered earlier," you hear a deep gravelly voice from behind you. Turning around you met the gaze of the man you had been hoping to see.

He was carrying a couple of drinks that he had obviously just gone to get and he rolled his eyes as he set them down in front of his band members.

"Uh ok, what does everyone else want," he asked, getting ready to go back to the bar. You shook your head.

"Don't worry Harry, I'll get them, you sit down," you told him, getting up off your seat to go to the bar. You knew your flatmate's orders anyway so it made more sense.

"No, it's fine, I'm already up," he responded.

"So am I."

"Sit down, I'll get them, it's on my tab," he argued back.

"No really it's fine..." you started before Mitch groaned.

"For god's sake, both of you go. Stop bickering," he grumbled and you chuckled before shrugging at Harry, agreeing to go to the bar with him.

You squeezed back through the throngs of people to get to the bar, Harry following close behind. You didn't miss the way his eyes flickered over your figure and your outfit and you certainly didn't miss the way his hand landed on the small of your back as you waited in the queue for the bar. You raised an eyebrow at him but he just smirked, so you let him keep his hand there. It felt nice anyway.

"Glad to see you've dressed up for me this time," he joked and you glared back.

"Right, to be fair, it was my flat and I wasn't exactly expecting you to be lounging about in my kitchen," you explained and he laughed.

"Don't worry love. It was a nice surprise," he whispered the last part in your ear.

"What's your game here Styles," you challenged him, knowing he was definitely trying something with you.

"What game, there's no game," he acted innocent as he fought the smile from growing on his face.

"Sure," you said, not believing a word. The bartender came over at this point, and you happily turned your back on Harry, giving the man your order.

"On my tab please," Harry added from behind you as you placed your order and you whirled around.

"No it's fine, I can get our drinks," you implored but he shook his head.

"I organised the night, I'm paying for the drinks," he argued and you smiled.

"That's very kind," you thanked as the bartender handed over your drinks and he smiled back in response, but this time it was a genuine smile, unlike his usual cheeky one.

"No worries. Pass me those two, I'll carry them," he insisted as you struggled to carry all four. You passed him the two and you walked back to the table where everyone was getting along tremendously.

As soon as your butt hit the seat, your social side came out as well as your need to please people and make them like you. You began to engage in animated conversation with everyone at the table and soon you were having a very enjoyable debate with Mitch, Sarah, Adam and Harry. Harry was slightly in awe of how likeable and joyful you were. You managed to coax laugh after laugh out of everyone on the table and you were so charismatic. He watched as everyone basically fought for your attention, which you happily gave. You were so animated when you spoke and he found himself hanging onto every word. You dominated the conversation but everyone was happy to let you, wanting to hear what you had to say.

The night went on, everyone growing tipsier and tipsier and growing louder and louder. Even Sarah had let her hair down a bit which was quite unlike her. Usually took a lot of coaxing from you, but it was such a good atmosphere tonight that she couldn't help herself.

The live band started at around 10, and soon you found yourself on your feet with the rest of the pub as everyone began to dance. You were dancing with your flatmates, apart from Sarah who was giggling away with Mitch in the corner. Your dance moves weren't the best, but you didn't care, you were having fun and that's all that mattered. Harry, Adam and Clare were all dancing as well, just as goofily as you. The drinks kept flowing though and you could feel yourself gravitating towards Harry as you continued dancing and you couldn't stop yourself. You didn't want to.

Around 11, Harry and you were returning from the bar to the dance floor when he grabbed your hand and pulled you off to the side.

"What are you doing?" you inquired as he pulled you away from your friends.

"Stealing you for myself for a minute," he explained as he looped his arms around your shoulders, pulling your back into his chest. You secretly smiled at the move and sipped on your drink coyly as you leaned back into him, both of you swaying to the slower song that was currently playing. You couldn't help yourself, the feeling of being in his arms was like nothing else and you really wanted to whirl around a kiss him. However, you could feel Sarah's piercing gaze on you and you knew you were probably being watched by the whole group. It seemed Harry had realised too.

"You smoke?" he whispered in your ear and you nodded.

"Come outside," he ordered and you nodded again, happy to go wherever with him. He grabbed your hand again and pulled you outside to the quiet smoking area, getting away from all the watching eyes.

"What are you up to Harry?" you chuckled nervously as you reached to grab a cigarette. He quickly plucked it from your fingers, laughing when you made a pathetic attempt to get it back.

"You shouldn't smoke."

"Yeah I know, but you literally invited me out here to smoke," you grumbled, trying to get your cigarette back.

"Oh Y/N," he smirked as he walked towards you, you walking backwards until your back hit the wall and he was towering over you.

"We both know that's not why we're out here," he whispered and you gulped nervously. Your stomach was tingling with arousal and all you wanted to do was lean up and press a kiss to his plump lips. However, you stood your ground, a playful glint in your eye.

"Hm, I'm not really too sure. Care to let me in on the secret?" you teased and Harry rolled his eyes.

"I'm wanna kiss you," he declared and you nodded quickly, wanting nothing more. He almost groaned out loud before he kissed you hard, and your breath was taken away by how deep the kiss was. His hands came up to cup your cheeks and pull you closer to him as your hands snaked around his back as you swirled your tongue over his, moaning when his hands snaked down your back to grab your arse.

"Fuck Harry," you gasped as you pulled back, both of your pupils blown wide by lust. He began to kiss slowly down your neck, sucking lightly at some points and you cursed loudly, wanting more and more.

"Please," you whimpered and he looked at you, smirking.

"What d'you want love."

"Want you," you panted and he grinned widely, your voice music to his ears. He leaned in again and pressed another deep kiss to your lips before pulling away.

"You wanna come home with me?" he whispered and you nodded again. You knew it was a bad idea and you knew it probably wouldn't end well but you wanted him so badly. Your core was throbbing with arousal and you could feel yourself becoming wet between your thighs.

"Stay here. I'll get our stuff," he said quickly, before turning back to the door of the bar and disappearing inside. You knew it was best if just Harry went, Sarah would probably be very displeased at where you were going right now. You didn't care though, you desperately wanted to be with Harry. You were already addicted to the feel of him and you needed more.

He emerged from the pub a couple minutes later, looking slightly flustered but holding your coats.

"Sarah had a go at you didn't she," you guessed and he chuckled as he nodded.

"Surprisingly enough, yes, she did," he replied as he came up to you, pressing a light kiss on your lips before handing you your stuff. You blushed slightly at the affection and he smiled gently before taking your hand in his and tugging you towards a private road just round the corner from the pub.

You both keep stopping for shared kisses along the way, Harry pressing you up against all sorts of things, the postbox on the corner of the road, the broken telephone box, the bus stop and he almost pressed you against a bin before you put a stop to it. He couldn't help himself, he didn't want to stop touching you.

You eventually arrived at a big white brick house, that was hidden behind a huge gate. You marvelled at the size as Harry discreetly unlocked the gate and pulled you up the driveway. You almost tripped up the stairs as you walked to his front door, Harry smirking slightly as he held the door for you.

"Y'Alright there?" he chuckled. You flipped him off in response and he glowered at you. The minute the door closed, he grabbed your waist and pushed you up against the door, you gasping at his actions.

"Watch your attitude," he hissed. You knew he wasn't being serious but his tone and his demeanour had you weak in the knees. He attached his lips to your neck again, sending goosebumps up your arms and neck.

"Want you, Harry, want you so bad," you moaned as his hands slipped under your waistcoat, groaning in annoyance when the tight material stopped them from travelling up to where you wanted them the most.

"Fuck," he groaned before pulling you away from the door and leading you upstairs. He reached a door at the end of the corridor and flung it open, almost yanking you into the dark room. You barely had time to take in your surroundings when Harry slammed the door behind you and grabbed your hips to push you onto the bed. He stood above you, standing between your knees and he cupped your chin slightly so you looked up at him. He almost gave out at the knees when you looked up at him with those beautiful wide eyes, eyelashes batting at him innocently.

"You're something else, love," he breathed, admiring your beauty. He frowned when you reached up to undo the button on his trousers, but before you got to unbuttoning them he pushed you back on the bed and crawled over you so your noses were touching. He grabbed your hands and locked them down on the bed with his.

"Did I say you could do that?" he growled and you shook your head nervously, thighs slick with arousal from this sudden show of dominance. He smirked at your submission before leaning down to kiss you, grinding his crotch against yours as he did. You groaned loudly at the friction and his grip on you grew harder.

"I wanna taste you," he murmured in your ear.

"Please," you stuttered, wanting nothing more than to feel his tongue against your core. He placed one last gentle kiss on your lips before crawling off the bed again. Suddenly he roughly dragged your body to the edge of the bed, so your legs were dangling off it. You yelped at the sudden movement, your heart pounding at his rough nature. You couldn't get enough. He fell to his knees in front of your legs, undoing the button on your pants so he could grab the hem of them and yank them down. His mouth watered at the sight of your clothed folds, a wet patch visible on your lacy underwear. He placed soft kisses on your thighs, nipping them slightly to leave marks, you becoming a writhing mess on his bed as a result of his torture. Eventually, after many pleas from you, he skimmed the hem of your panties and hooked his fingers under them to pull the down achingly slowly. He groaned out loud at the sight of your soaked folds, glistening and ready for him. He wasted no time in hooking your legs over his shoulders and delving his tongue into your centre, you throwing your head back at the sudden contact, crying out his name. He circled his tongue around your clit before lapping up your wetness. You were gasping and moaning as he devoured you, gripping hard onto the bed sheets out of sheer pleasure. No one had ever eaten you out like this before and it was incredible.

"God Harry!" you almost screamed as he moved one of his hands from your thigh to insert a finger inside you, adding to the growing pressure growing in your stomach. He slowly pumped it in and out, adding another finger when he knew you could take it while continuing to pleasure you relentlessly with his tongue. You knew you couldn't last much longer, the pressure in your stomach becoming more and more intense by the second. You basically sobbed as your orgasm came crashing through you, your back arching off the bed as Harry worked you through it, sucking harshly on your clit as your body shook.

"Fucking hell," you gasped as came down from your high, Harry lifting his head off your dripping folds.

"You taste incredible love," he cooed as he placed a kiss on your lower stomach, admiring your flushed body. You pushed yourself up on your elbows as you tried to slow your breathing as he unhooked your legs from his shoulders. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head, and you shamelessly admired his toned chest full of tattoos. He saw the hunger in your eyes and his cock strained against his trousers.

"Move back," he ordered and you complied, shuffling yourself around so you were leaning against his headboard.

"That needs to come off," he continued, gesturing to your waistcoat.

"So do those," you cheekily replied back, referring to the brown flares he was wearing. They fit his waist incredibly well and you had almost been drooling at him in the pub.

At your attempt to order him around, he moved quickly to the bed and was hovering over you in a flash, a tight grip on your jaw.

"You first darling. Only good girls get what they want," he rasped sinfully and you almost came right there. His voice was much lower and more gravelly than usual. Quickly, you undid the buttons of your top, all while holding eye contact with him. Your top flapped open, revealing your bare chest and Harry swiftly ducked down and latched onto your nipple with his mouth. Your hands threaded into his hair as he did so, tugging harshly generating moans from Harry. He continued to lavish your chest but you were desperate for more. So you lifted your hips up and pushed them into his. He lifted his head from your chest rapidly.

"Watch it," he warned but you were feeling dangerous. Smirking at him, you did it again and he snapped. He sat back and grabbed your hips to flip you over, delivering a sharp slap to your arse as he did so. You moaned loudly at the stinging sensation as he tugged on your hips to bring you up onto your hands and knees, your bum pressing hard into his crotch. He quickly undid his trousers and pulled down his boxers, then leaned over your back to whisper in your ear.

"You sure," he asked gently, needing your consent over everything.

"Absolutely," you assured him and he gently kissed your shoulder before reaching around you to grab a condom and slid it on. He slowly pushed into you from behind and your arms nearly collapsed from beneath you at the feeling of being so full.

"Fuck," you cried out, feeling deliciously stretched.

"Took me so well love," Harry praised as he began to slowly thrust in and out of you, burying himself deep inside you with every move.

"Faster Harry, please," you begged, the slow pace he had set making you want him even more.

"As you wish darling," he said before pulling your hips into him faster and speeding his thrusts up. He leaned over you as he thrust quickly into you, so your back was pressed against his chest. He kept one hand on your hip while the other was gripping onto the headboard. You leant your head back to rest it on his shoulder, as he harshly sucked the supple skin on your neck leaving dark purple marks. He finished attacking your neck and straightened up again, but as he moved his hand from the headboard, you grabbed onto it, placing it gently on your throat. You looked at him over your shoulder to check he was ok with it and his eyes were ablaze with lust. You gave his wrist a quick squeeze and he began to apply pressure with his hand, lifting up your head slightly. He looped a hand around your waist to bring you onto your knees, so he could have a firmer grip on your throat, but still continued to thrust into you. You arched your back so he could get a good angle and he began pounding into you, hard, squeezing your throat slightly as he did. You were gasping loudly, tears streaming down your face from the feeling of it all, and Harry was whispering a mix of curses and praises in your ear. Using his hand looped around your waist, he slipped his hand down to rub your clit, providing the exact stimulation you needed for your orgasm to come rushing through you for a second time.

"Harry!" you choked out as you came for a second time, his grip on your throat loosening a bit. You couldn't hold yourself up anymore and fell down onto the bed, but he gently pulled out of you and turned you over. He softly kissed your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he slowly pushed into you again, although his thrusts were losing rhythm as he neared his orgasm.

"Did so good love, you were perfect for me," he whispered sweet praises in your ears as he continued to push into you.

"Cum for me," you purred in his ear as you looped your arms around his shoulders to pull him into you, legs locked around his hips. He buried his face into your neck as he sped up his thrusts, moaning loudly into your skin. Eventually, he let out a cry and almost collapsed on top of you as he spilt into the condom.

"Fuck," he whispered as his movements stilled, still inside you, trying to catch his breath. He pressed a light kiss to your shoulder as he slowly pulled out, you whining from the loss of something inside you and he smirked.

"Needy," he chuckled as he collapsed beside you, pulling off the condom before tying it and dropping it in the bin beside his bed. You felt too spent by the whole experience to be able to even move a muscle and Harry realised this.

"You alright love," he checked and a big smile grew on your face as you nodded slowly.

"Never better," you rasped, voice a bit rough from him choking you.

"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up," he replied tenderly, rising from the bed to help you get up. He scooped you up in his arms, you nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. He carried you through to his bathroom where he set you down on the open toilet and let you do your business while he started running you a bath. Your heart swelled at the gesture, no one had ever given you aftercare quite like this before.

You finished peeing and flushed the toilet, slowly wobbling over to the sink to wash your hands. Harry saw you struggling to stay upright on your shaky legs and quickly walked over to you to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. 

"Thank you," you whispered lazily as he pressed a small kiss to your head, and led you over to the warm bath he had prepared. He helped you in before he got in behind you, letting you rest your weary head on his chest. You felt so at peace and relaxed but also your heart was pounding loudly. You felt like you were beginning to like him a bit too much. Yes, he was undeniably gorgeous and incredible in bed, probably the best you had ever had, but he was also kind and funny and caring and you really liked just being near him. You wanted to hear what he had to say, what he thought about things and you wanted him to hold you in his arms forever because it was the nicest feeling in the world. Before you had time to spiral over it, however, Harry distracted you as he began gently washing you with a sponge, making sure he got rid of all the grime and sweat you had accumulated from the pub and the sex. He carefully washed your intimate areas, knowing you felt extra sensitive down there at the moment before moving you forward slightly so he could wash. 

Eventually, the water was beginning to go cold, so he slipped out of the bath, helping you out with him. You shivered slightly, so he quickly wrapped you up in one of his fluffy towels before going back into his bedroom, soon returning wearing some boxers and handing you a jumper and some old shorts. The clothes were a bit big on you, but they smelt distinctly of Harry and it felt like being wrapped in a big Harry hug when you put them on. 

"You ok with staying over?" he asked, not wanting to overstep your boundaries. You nodded in response, even if you hadn't wanted to stay, you didn't think you'd be able to get home in the state you were currently in.

When you nodded, you swore you saw Harry relax his shoulders and let go of a breath he had been holding but you didn't think much of it. You were too tired. You both exited the bathroom and you crawled into his bed, gravitating towards him as he got in on the other side. Before you got comfy with him, you grabbed your phone to send a quick text to the group chat, to let them know you were safe but not to wait up for you. You blushed as their messages began flooding in, inquiring all sorts of details about your night with Harry, so you quickly shut off your phone and placed it on the nightstand. Harry was also scrolling on his phone, but he placed it down when your arm snaked across his chest and you rested your head on his shoulder.

"You're pretty," he whispered, admiring your gorgeous face and all the tiny little details on it. You blushed, hiding your face in his chest as he chuckled at your embarrassment. 

"Stop," you whined, not knowing how to respond to his affection.

"Just telling the truth," he replied and you gazed up at him then, admiring his face too, his deep green eyes, his pointed nose and sharp chin. He was perfect. 

"I think you're pretty too," you replied as you traced the outline of his swallows on his chest. It was his turn to look coy but instead of hiding his face like you had done, he leaned down and captured your lips with his, slowly moving his mouth over yours. It wasn't a passionate kiss by any means but it left you the most flustered out of all the kisses you had shared that night. It was a sweet kiss, gentle yet loving and that had you spiralling once again. You wanted him to kiss you like this forever and that's when you knew.

You were going to fall in love with this man.

part 2!

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she's done it again, she's begun writing something as a oneshot and shockingly enough it's too long to just be one part. whoops. i think this might even have three or four parts. i like this a lot though and i hope you do too

sloane xx

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[”Abortion will soon be banned in 13 states. Here’s which could be next.”

Trigger ban to take effect within a month: Idaho, Utah, Wyoming, North Dakota, South Dakota, Texas, Oklahoma, Missouri, Arkansas, Louisiana, Mississippi, Tennessee, Kentucky

Likely to ban: Iowa, Indiana, Ohio, West Virginia, Alabama, Georgia, South Carolina

Uncertain: Arizona, Montana, Nebraska, Kansas, Wisconsin, Michigan, Pennsylvania, Virginia, North Carolina, Florida

Likely to remain legal: Washington, Oregon, California, Nevada, Colorado, New Mexico, Alaska, Hawaii, Minnesota, Illinois, New York, Maryland, New Jersey, Connecticut, Delaware, Massachusetts, Rhode Island, New Hampshire, Vermont, Maine]

[”Thirteen states have trigger laws that will ban abortion now that Roe is overturned. BUT only three of them go into effect immediately: Kentucky, Louisiana, and South Dakota. If you have an appointment in those states, CALL YOUR CLINIC NOW. They can help you go somewhere else.

Idaho, Tennessee, and Texas have trigger laws that go into effect after 30 days. If you have an abortion appointment in those states, DO NOT ASSUMED IT’S CANCELED. Call your clinic now. You may have 30 days left in your state. Arkansas, Mississippi, Missouri, North Dakota, Oklahoma, Utah, Wyoming also have trigger laws but they require a government process step to go into effect. If you have an appointment in those states, DO NOT ASSUME IT’S CANCELED. There may be time. Call your clinic NOW.“]

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It is still legal to travel to states where abortion is legal. The FDA allows abortion pills to be available by mail, and they are approved for the first 10 weeks of pregnancy. Telemedicine abortions will banned in states where abortion is illegal, but international groups like Aid Access will offer online consultations and mail pills to all states.

Your internet activity can be used against you in court. Delete any period tracking apps and do not disclose your pregnancy online. Learn about internet privacy to keep your abortion private and secure.

National resources for info and access to abortion:

Aid Access: https://aidaccess.org/en/ 

Find an abortion provider: https://www.abortionfinder.org/

National Abortion Federation: https://prochoice.org/#

NAF Hotline (Monday - Friday 8 am - 7 pm EST, Saturday & Sunday 8 am - 4 pm EST): 1-800-772-9100

Now is the time to donate to your local abortion fund. If you live in a state where abortion is likely to stay legal, clinics expect an influx of people from other states looking for healthcare. Consider providing transportation, lodging, and/or accompaniment if you can. 

National Network of Abortion Funds: http://abortionfunds.org

List of abortion funds in states likely or certain to prohibit abortion: 

https://www.thecut.com/article/donate-abortion-fund-roe-v-wade-how-to-help.html

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wembley insta blurb

harry styles x reader

summary: you are harry's girlfriend and also his tour photographer for his europe leg.

cindy kimberly

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yourinstagram trying to remain calm but it's wembley tonight

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yourbff you are a VISION

↳ yourinstagram stop it girlie

harryfan10 i cannot wait for the photos from tonight

harryfan2 feed us good content plz bestie

harry_lambert i see you stole my pyjamas smh

↳ yourinstagram AHAHAHA LAMBYYY

harrystyles miss you ❤️

↳ yourinstagram you're sitting next to me 😐

↳ harryfan09 theyre too cute

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harrysflorals y/n l/n spotted at wembley tonight! she was standing in kitchen taking photos of harry

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harryfan9 shes actually stunning harry is so lucky

harryfan8 guys i met her!!!!

↳ harryfan20 omg what was she like?!!

↳ harryfan8 she was so nice!! she was so proud of harry as well, when he cried she was literally sobbing lol

↳ harryfan2 no stop thats adorable

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yourusername wembley you were incredible.

this is mr harry styles, photographed by me

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harryfan12 the last photo, are you trying to kill me!?

harryfan10 what a night to capture. thank you

pillowpersonpp these make me smile

harrystyles thank you for capturing the most incredible moments in my life. i love you

↳ yourusername you are everything to me. i love you more

↳ harrystyles not possible

↳ harryfan3 brb sleeping on the highway tonight

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harrystyles my sunflower 🌻

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harryfan9 THE HOTTEST COUPLE

harryfan12 this is so sweet wtf

harryfan7 he loves her so much its actually the cutest thing

yourusername my muse 🎤

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this is cute, i like it. enjoy this quick little blurb while i suffer through the pain of writers block. creativity seems to have escaped me at the moment but ill get back on top of it soon

sloane xx

[harrysfinelinevol1]

like an angel

harry styles x reader

summary: harry meets you at a club one day and is fascinated by you. you are a lost soul, never settling, usually found losing yourself at clubs and bars, drawing people into your vicious web only to drop them one day and never see them again. will harry fall victim to you too?

word count: 2.1k

warnings: drug usage, alcohol consumption, smut, angst

To this day, Harry sometimes questioned if you were ever real. Sometimes he sits alone at home and wonders if all those nights with you were just a fever dream he had or a very trippy high. You didn't seem real. Nothing about you felt real. However, the hurt and pain Harry experienced because of you felt very real. It felt very real every day.

He first saw you at a club. He had just performed his new album for the first time and he was riding a high. Both metaphorically and physically. Someone had offered him molly at the club and he hadn't said no.

He saw you in the corner, leaning against a pillar as you slowly sipped on your drink, observing the scene before you. He thought you looked like a predator hunting for your prey. Now he realises how accurate that thought was. He also thought you looked beautiful, and the way the lights from the club hit your skin made you look like you were glowing, although that might have been the molly making it seem that way. You looked like an angel.

He continued to stare at you for a bit longer, begging silently for your swivelling eyes to land on his. And they did.

Gotcha, you thought.

He felt like he could breathe again. You smirked as you took in his dishevelled appearance. He knew he had caught your attention so he raised his eyebrows at you as you slowly walked across the club to him. Along the way, you said hi to a few people as you went and he felt his fist clench. He didn't want you talking to anyone, he wanted you all for himself. You approached him slowly, and he could see that your pupils were also huge. He was captivated by your eyes, he knew they held all your secrets, but you would never reveal any of them. He wanted to know more. You looked like an angel.

He smirked as you walked right up to him and then frowned as you walked straight past. He turned quickly on his heel to see you leaning against the bar, throwing him a glance over your shoulder.

"Gonna buy me a drink Harry?" you drawled. Your voice sounded heavenly. It was everything he'd hoped it be and more. You already had him completely wrapped around your finger. Right where you wanted him. He remembered he'd nodded dumbly before flagging down the bartender to get you a drink. He couldn't keep his eyes off you, they trailed up and down your body hungrily as if he couldn't quite believe you were real. His heart was thudding in his chest, it felt almost as loud as the primal beats of the music filling the small club.

Your drink arrived, and when it did, you picked it up before reaching down to grab his hand. When you touched him, he felt on fire. His hand closed around yours and fireworks exploded around him.

"Come dance," you had whispered sensually in his ear. He had basically dragged you onto the dance floor, wanting nothing more than to feel the weight of your body against his. Wanting to grab your hips and hold them tight as you both swayed along to the music. In sync. Together. As if your bodies were made for each other. He was already addicted to you and he couldn't get enough. He wanted more and more and every time your bum brushed the front of his crotch he actually thought he'd gone to heaven. He needed you and he needed you now. His eyes were blown wide with lust, and his lips parted slightly as if a moan was just about to escape from them. You knew all this of course, you just needed to make him really want you. Like, want you so bad he would happily drop everything else to be with you.

You got him there. Of course, you did. You always did.

It took all of half an hour for you and him to leave the club. You ran through the streets together, hand in hand, laughing into the wind as it whipped you both in the face. By the time you arrived at Harry's, both your cheeks were bright red. Your eyes were still huge and still held secrets. Your skin still glowed in the moonlight. You looked like an angel.

He pulled you upstairs, fighting the desperate urge to connect his lips to yours. He wanted you badly, but he wanted you away from everyone. The minute he closed the door to his apartment behind him, you met him halfway in a passionate kiss. He felt as if the air was been fed to his lungs again. He could breathe again. His tongue slipped into your mouth as you groaned loudly, his hands running all over you. He couldn't get enough.

Before he knew it, he was underneath you, both of you stripped bare and he couldn't believe that this vision was on top of him. Your curves and edges had him intoxicated and he just wanted more. He could have cried as you sank down on him, your walls clenching tightly around his length as you both moaned in ecstasy. He held onto your hips tight as you began to rock back and forward, scared that at any point you would disappear. He stared hungrily at the sight of his cock disappearing inside you, again and again, he could have cum just from watching that. Your pants and whimpers as you rode him had his back arching off the bed as he thrust up inside you and his brain almost exploded when you screamed his name.

Small tears began to roll down your face as you screwed your eyes shut in pleasure. He moved his hand to your clit and rubbed it with his finger, eyes lighting up when you cried his name again. He could listen to you cry his name for an eternity and never be bored of it. You were gripping his shoulders so hard that he was sure you would draw blood but he didn't care. It added to the thrill and the experience of you. His eyes were full of lust as he watched you tip over the edge, your whole body shaking as you came down from your high. It was ethereal. He came soon after, unable to stop himself from spilling into you. He knew at that moment he needed you. He couldn't let you go. You were a drug and he was hooked. You were his drug. You looked like an angel.

The next morning you were gone. He woke up to an empty bed, the only evidence you were here was the cigarette butt sitting on his balcony from when you had smoked while he was sleeping. He didn't move that day. He lay in his bed just thinking of you, craving you, crying out for you. He had never felt this way before about anyone. He just couldn't forget the high he experienced being with you. Anyone he told just said it was the molly messing with his head. He didn't agree, he knew you were something else.

But, to his surprise, you came back. That evening, at 11pm, you came back. You didn't say where you went or why you came back, you just walked over to his bed, shrugging off your big fur coat and dropping your bag as you went. You sat back on his bed, leaning against the headboard as he watched you with lust-blown eyes. You spread your legs for him and he realised you weren't wearing anything underneath your skirt. Your folds glistened in the moonlight, waiting for him to devour you.

And he did. And you disappeared again in the morning. You never stayed to see the sunrise. He never heard you leave, it was as if you were never there in the first place. However, you always came back. You came back every night with no explanation of where you'd been or what you'd done but you always came back. Your pupils would always be huge, and he knew you were always on something. Sometimes you would bring him stuff and you both would snort whatever substance you placed on his dining table before he would ravish you on any available surface he could find.

This went on for about two months. Harry found himself fuelled by the idea of you showing up at his door every night. He could barely focus on work and spent hours in the gym, trying to distract himself from the pain of wanting you so badly. He stopped seeing people close to him as he tangled himself further and further into your web. He was always on a comedown or hungover, always sleep-deprived and barely eating. He didn't care though, he had you and you were everything he needed to survive. You looked like an angel.

However, one thing always troubled him. He wanted to find out more about you. But you barely ever showed him anything that gave him any clues into who you were. The only time he got a glimpse into who you were was when you had finished having sex and you would sit on his balcony, cigarette resting between your lips, staring out over the city. Your mascara still running from the blowjob you had given him and your throat still red from when you had begged him to choke you. He could see the emotions in your eyes then. The loneliness and the crushing sadness you always felt. He would watch you intensely, trying to gauge anything about you but he just couldn't work you out.

One night, he decided to ask. He wanted to know where you went during the day, why you always came back at night and who you really were. He watched your face fall as he asked question after question, and he couldn't figure out why you looked so upset. You placed a finger against his lips eventually and shook your head.

"Don't," you had whispered as your eyes flicked over his. He thought you looked terrified.

"But I just want to know who you are. I let you into my house every night and I don't even know who you are. Not really," he tried but you shook your head.

"Oh Harry," you had murmured, gazing into his eyes softly. "You were my favourite," you had uttered and he had frowned at your words. He hadn't understood what you meant but now he realised, it was your goodbye. You had managed to pacify him that night and as he slept, you crept out, like always.

But you never came back after that. The following night, he didn't sleep, anxiety racking his whole body as the knock on the door never came. He did the same the next day, praying to hear you on the stairs. Eventually, a friend of his decided enough was enough and basically broke down the door of his apartment. That friend picked him up again and helped him get back on his feet. It took a while, but he eventually managed to return to the life that he had had before you. He never talked about you, or what happened, but every time he saw a girl with wide eyes or skin that glowed, he prayed it was you. Even though the hurt and damage you had caused him had been immense.

It was two years before he saw you again. He was in a much better place than he was then, he had a solid relationship and he had just released his second album which was a global success. But he saw you again and that almost came crashing down around him.

It was late at night, and Harry was leaving the SNL afterparty. He was riding a high again, but this time he was just pumped with adrenaline from the night he had just experienced. He was striding along the street outside the club when he turned his head slightly and met your wide eyes. Immediately he felt entranced again, but he quickly shook himself out of it when he fully processed the sight of you.

You looked the exact same. You were wrapped in the same fur coat you had always worn whenever you showed up at his. The same brand of cigarette was resting between your lips. Your mascara was running and your throat was red. Your eyes still held the same sadness. He knew why. He knew who you were now. He had escaped your web long enough to figure it out.

You looked like an angel.

You were the devil in disguise.

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i have never written something like this before but i hope you enjoy. i needed to write a good bit of angst! I'm working on affection pt.5 so hopefully that should be done soon. thank you for the overwhelming support, it means so much

sloane xx

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Omg I’ve been reading these for a little while now and am in love with your writing it’s amazing I love you stories so much you put so much effort into them 💙

guys i am actually so overwhelmed by the amount of love everyone has sent me in the last 48 hours. its amazing, thank you so much I'm so glad you enjoy what i write. i love u all lots and lots

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palm trees and kiwis pt.2

harry styles x singer!reader

summary: harry meets you at coachella after watching your set backstage. you both acknowledge the element of lust between you but after acting on it you wonder if it's a bit more than that

warnings: smut

word count: 9.2k

part 1

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"Where the hell have you been," your brother asked, raising an eyebrow at you as you entered the kitchen.

"Nowhere," you teased as you reached into the fridge to get some yoghurt.

"Liar, that's not your jumper. Also, I refuse to believe you've been at an afterparty since 11 last night until 11 this morning," he retorted and you shrugged.

"These Coachella parties are crazy," you lied and he chuckled. 

"Oh give it up Goose, I'm not dumb. I saw Harry outside the house and I'm not sure that friends kiss each other goodbye," he said and you flushed red. 

"Fuck off," you mumbled as you spooned yoghurt into your mouth.

"I won't pester you, mostly because I don't really want to know what you and Harry got up to, but you look happy with him Goose," he told you but you shook your head at him.

"Don't do that. I'm not going to see him again for a while. I'm not getting into that right now, not before the tour," you trailed off.

"You don't seem that pleased about that," he analysed and you glared at him, annoyed he could read you so well.

"Can we leave it?" you pleaded and he nodded, understanding you didn't want to be pushed on it.

"As long as he treated you right," he said and you nodded, knowing no other man had treated you better than Harry had. 

"Anyway now your interrogation is over, it's my turn," you grinned turning to him and he groaned. "Come on Zep, spill," you demanded brandishing your spoon at him.

"I guess me and Holly are sorta going out," he revealed, blushing madly, and you squealed happily. 

"Oh my god! I'm so happy for you both!" you jumped up to wrap him in a big hug. He laughed and wrapped his arms around you.

"Thanks, Goose. Um, I was going to meet her for lunch today, but I can totally stay if you need any help packing," he told you but you shook your head.

"No, no, go. I'll be absolutely fine, please go have lunch with her," you demanded, even though you were a bit sad you couldn't have your final lunch in California with your brother.

"Thank you. Anyway how... oh my god," he muttered and you pulled back from the hug, seeing his wide eyes.

"What, what's happened?" you looked around confused.

"I'm gonna kill him," he growled out still staring at you. 

"Kill who Zep? You're not making any sense," you asked becoming worried now.

"What has he done to your fucking neck," he seethed and your eyes widened, realising he must have seen the state of your neck when he was hugging you. 

"Ok nice talking to you, bye Zep," you said as you dashed out of the kitchen, face bright red from embarrassment.

"Fucking savages," he shouted back as you closed to door to your room and you giggled as you pressed your back on the door. You were glad you and your brother were open enough to talk to each other about these things but also there was a level that neither of you was willing to cross. You didn't want him to know the intimate details of your sex life and you didn't want to know the intimate details of his. You sighed as you looked around your room, your brother had bought all your stuff from the trailer and dumped it on your bed and you realised you had a lot to pack.

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four months later

You were lonely. You felt really fucking lonely. You were four months into your European tour and while the shows had been incredible and you were so thankful for everything you were experiencing you couldn't help the fact that you still felt lonely. 

Your brother had made Holly his girlfriend and while you were so happy for the both of them, it did mean he now spent the majority of his time with her instead of hanging out with you. You didn't want that to change, you were so happy your brother had found his person, but it did mean after shows when you went back to your room you were on your own, your only company being the characters in your favourite tv shows. You had a couple of friends in your band, and sometimes your friends from home would come out to see you but most of the time you were on your own. You had been warned before you started this that touring life was lonely but you always thought that as you had your brother you would at least have someone.

During the time you spent alone you thought a lot about Harry. You texted him sometimes and kept up with him but you'd only seen him once again since Coachella when your tour paths happened to cross. You both ended up in London at the same time however you had only been able to see him for one night and you'd had to leave him early because your brother had ended up getting really drunk and Holly had called you to help him get home. You gave him a right bollocking for that, pissed off that you'd had to leave Harry because he'd got so drunk. 

However, you were going into your last week of tour. One more week and you could go back to New York and take a long break. You hadn't taken a proper break since you had started your music career and you were ready for one. You sighed as you sat on the balcony of the hotel you were staying at in Spain, overlooking the city lights. You sipped the glass of wine you had and continued to scribble down lyrics in your notebook. You got lost in your writing before you heard a commotion below you. Peaking over the side of the balcony, you could see a fair few people had gathered at the entrance of the hotel, all holding cameras. Paparazzi. You furrowed your brow, you knew it couldn't be for you, as you had been left alone hours ago and there was no reason for them to come back. Frowning you watched as more people continued to arrive, all moving around with cameras and microphones. Clearly someone important was about to show up. You shouldn't be surprised really, the hotel you were staying at was well known and often had celebrity guests. 

Invested in this now, you continued to watch the crowd, sipping on your wine as you did. Suddenly a big black car turned down the road of the hotel and the paparazzi began to prepare themselves as the car approached. Lots of people were shouting and running about and you felt bad for whoever was in the car. The car pulled up and you waited with bated breath as a path was cleared for whoever was in the car. Suddenly the shouts became louder and your heart stopped when you realised clearly who was in the car.

"HARRY, OVER HERE,"

"HARRY, HOW'S THE TOUR?"

With wide eyes, you watched Harry fucking Styles quickly get out of the car, shielding his face from the flashing lights. Your heart was in your mouth, you couldn't quite believe he was here, in the same hotel. You saw him manage to get through the waves of paparazzi and into the hotel lobby and you sat on your balcony, breathing hard, not really too sure what to do. You didn't know whether to message him as you hadn't really talked to him in a bit or just leave it. You began biting your nails and you pondered your options but eventually just decided to leave it. Your loneliness of the last couple of months had knocked your self-confidence a bit and you began to think the reason you were on your own so much is that people didn't want to spend time with you. So why would someone like Harry be the one to change that. 

Sighing you looked down at your notebook and closed it, the interruption of Harry having ruined your flow. You knew there was a pool in the hotel somewhere so you decided to go for a swim to take your mind off everything. Changing into a dark blue bikini and putting on a robe, you made your way down to the pool, which was thankfully empty due to the late hour. Shedding your robe, you slipped into the cool water and began swimming up and down, ridding the tension you held in your muscles. You didn't hear the door to the pool open behind you as you ducked your head under the water but you were alarmed by the clattering of objects hitting the floor as you came up for air and you whirled around quickly.

"Y/N?" Harry asked in disbelief and you stared back equally as shocked.

"Hi Harry," you breathed back, not quite believing he was here. To be fair, you were in a public area of the hotel that you both were staying at so you should have been less surprised but it still was a shock to be face to face with him again.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked as he picked up the stuff he had dropped and placing it on a lounge chair.

"Just did my penultimate show last night. Got a couple nights here before my last night in Paris," you explained and tried not to stare as he pulled his top over his head, leaving him in a pair of short black swimming trunks. 

"Ah. Same here, the show's tomorrow night. You should come," he offered and your eyes lit up.

"I'll think about it," you said coyly and he smirked, lowering himself into the pool and coming over to you 

"I'll see you there then," he teased and you giggled. He leaned on the pool wall behind you and reached over to tuck a wet strand of hair behind your ear. 

"I missed you," he professed and you chuckled.

"Harry we've only hung out like twice," you shook your head but he shrugged.

"Still missed you. Liked it when we hung out," he continued and you smile fell slightly realising he was being serious. 

"So did I," you admitted and he looked over at you frowning.

"Where's my confident Y/N gone love?" he asked looking over at you.

"Huh? Oh, don't worry, she's just tired at the moment. Tour is long," you explained and he nodded, not entirely convinced.

"You don't seem tired in your shows, you've smashed each and everyone" he complimented.

"You've watched my shows?" It was Harry's turn to look sheepish now.

"Couple," he mumbled and you grinned.

"You watched my shows," you smiled this time and he covered his face.

"Shut up," he laughed and lunged for you. You squeaked and tried to dive under the water to escape his clutch but you felt an arm wrap around your waist and pull you into a hard chest. Suddenly you found yourself face to face with Harry, your lips only inches from his, both of you breathing heavily.

"Y/N."

"H."

"I'm going to kiss you now," he told you and you nodded, desperate to feel his lips against yours again. He crashed his lips into yours hungrily and it felt like you had been fed for the first time after years of starvation. His lips were as soft as you remember them being and you moaned into the kiss as he pulled you in closer. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he groaned as your core brushed against his clothed dick. You could feel him getting harder in his swim shorts, so you moved your hips again to grind on him and he swore loudly. 

"Y/N I will fuck you right here if you keep that up," he growled and you smirked cheekily before doing it again. 

"Fuck," he swore and he dipped his hand into your bikini bottoms, running his fingers through your folds. You cursed loudly as he pushed a finger into you, slowly pumping it in and out to tease you. You tilted your head back and he began to ravish your neck like he had before, leaving love bites as he went. You dug your nails into his back as he pushed in another finger, clinging on for dear life as he used his thumb to rub your clit. 

"H, fuck, please H," you gasped as he continued to pump his fingers into you, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Want d'you want darlin," he smirked as you rolled your hips against his fingers.

"Want you, want you so bad," you gasped as his thumb rubbed your clit faster.

"Y'already have me, love," he responded even though he knew that's not what you meant.

"Want this," you choked out as you reached down into his pants to grab his throbbing cock and he gasped as you did. You whined in frustration as he suddenly removed his fingers from inside you.

"Shush love, you'll get what you want. But maybe not in a place where there are security cameras," He made a fair point. 

You had never got out of a pool faster, Harry hot on your heels, quickly gathering your stuff as you rushed down the hallway to your room. Quickly unlocking it you dragged Harry into the room, making him crash into your chest. You both dropped the stuff you were holding and Harry hoisted you up around his waist, walking you so you were up against the door, kissing you roughly as he did. Your hands were tangled in his hair, pulling it harshly to generate moans from his lips. He scrambled around with the ties of your bikini, managing to get the bottoms and top off quickly while you pushed down his black shorts. Soon you were both naked, needy and craving each other. You groaned as he pressed his tip against your soaked folds and stopped to make sure he had your consent.

"Good?" he asked and you nodded.

"Please H, need you inside me," you begged and in one quick move he thrust into you, your head falling back against the door in response. 

"Missed your cunt," he groaned as he adjusted to your walls tightening around him. "You're irresistible Y/N," he said as he began to slowly thrust into you, taking his time as he stretched you out. As much as you liked going fast, there was something so pleasurable about him moving slowly in and out of you. You felt so stretched and you could appreciate every inch of him. You could feel the ache in your stomach growing and your toes were curling tightly. However, you knew you needed to be on the bed to cum.

"Harry bed please," you managed to get out and he quickly carried you over to the bed, still inside you. He pulled out as he placed you on the bed but as he crawled back over you he bought your left leg with him, hooking it over his shoulder and pushing back into you.

You cursed loudly at this new angle, feeling him hit that sweet spot inside you. It ached slightly but in the best way and you gripped the sheets as Harry began to thrust into you again, harder this time.

"Fuck, you feel so good baby," he moaned as he brushed the hair away from your face, admiring you slightly. He kept eye contact with you as he continued to push into you and you both realised this had become quite intimate. It satisfied this ache in your chest however and you couldn't quite work out why.

"You're so pretty," you said as you admired Harry above you and he groaned when you said that. He leant down again to press a sweet kiss against your lips as his other hand snaked between the two of you to press on your clit, remembering you had liked that last time. You hissed as he did it, the knot in your stomach tightening and you could feel yourself reaching the edge. You let out a strangled cry as your back arched off the bed in pleasure, as your orgasm tore through you, setting every nerve in your body on fire. 

"Jesus Y/N," he cried as your walls clenched tightly around him as you came, sending him closer to the edge himself.

"Wanna see you cum H," you whispered in his ear as he leaned down to kiss your neck again and he moaned into your shoulder as his thrusts became lazier. His moans had become desperate and needy at this point so you tugged on your hair again, knowing it would set him off and it did as he quickly pulled out of you and came onto your stomach, gasping as he did. You held him as he did, still running your hands through his hair to coax him through it and eventually he rolled off you and fell beside you on the bed.

"Sorry love, let me get you a towel," he murmured as he saw the mess he made on you, standing up shakily and grabbing a nearby towel. He gently cleaned you up and helped you stand up so you could go to the toilet.

"Thank you H," you smiled softly at him as you padded into the bathroom. While you were in there, he went about cleaning up your room due to the mess the two of you had made. As he did, he scooped up a black notebook with some clothes. The book fell out of his hands and landed open on a page. Placing the clothes aside, he picked up the notebook and was about to place it down when he saw what you had written on that page. It was a song.

another lonely night

Alone in the dark, hole in my heart, turn on the radio And the words fall out, but they got no place to go Tear in my eye, I drive through the night, And I don't give a fuck if the sun comes up

It's just another

Another day, another lonely night I would do anything to have you by my side Another day, another lonely night Don't wanna throw away another lonely life

You hadn't written much but it almost bought tears to Harry's eyes. He had no idea how someone like you, someone who exuded so much confidence and charmed everyone you met could be feeling so alone and lost. He quickly placed the book down, wishing he had never looked at it, feeling guilty for reading something personal to you. He busied himself fixing up your room and crawled back into the bed, patiently waiting for you to come back out. You emerged soon, still bare and beautiful, and crawled in next to him, snuggling into his side. He wrapped his tattooed arm around your shoulders to pull you into his chest and you rested your chin on one of his swallows, tracing the outline of another tattoo with your finger.

"You ok love," he asked tentatively and you nodded.

"I did miss you," you admitted. "I like hanging out with you too," you continued and he smiled, his heart swelling, knowing that you weren't used to expressing your feelings like this. 

"I think we should hang out more," he offered and you agreed but turned to him a bit confused.

"But what are we H? We've properly seen each other three times, two of those times we've fucked but we never really communicate outside of that. We've barely texted in the last four months," you agonised and his brow furrowed. 

"I don't really know. I think we've made a right mess of things," he murmured and you chuckled.

"I think you're right,"

"Wanna start over?" he offered and you looked at him deadpan as you gestured to your naked bodies and he laughed.

"Ok yeah, fair point, we'll start over later," he considered and you snuggled further into his chest. 

"Tell me about you," he murmured and you looked up at him grinning.

"What you wanna know?"

"Hm. Tell me a secret," and you rolled your eyes. 

"That was the most cliche thing I've ever heard! Uh, y/n, tell me a secret love," you imitated his voice and he laughed loudly.

"I do not sound like that,"

"Yes you do," you confirmed and he shook his head. 

"Still waiting on that secret," he pointed out and you huffed.

"Fine. Uh when I was a freshman in high school, I used to ditch class all the time. Like I was never at school. Eventually, I ended up moving town and I guess they must have lost my record or something because at my new school I straight up lied my way out of retaking freshman year. Never did it," you told him, slightly embarrassed but he chuckled.

"That must have taken some serious finesse. Why did you ditch school though? I thought you loved school," he asked.

"I grew to love it. Now all I want to do is learn new things. But uh, when I was a freshman, I think I was just angry. A lot of things happened that year that made me hate the world I was in. Took it out on a lot of things and that included my education. I regret it massively now," you divulged and he sat there, listening and processing your every word. Your stomach was twisting as you opened up to him, remembering a part of your life you didn't like to look back on.

Harry remained silent for a bit and you turned to look at him.

"Sorry, that was really deep," you breathed out, worried you had ruined the flow of conversation.

"No, no, don't apologise. I was just thinking."

"What about?" you asked as you began tracing another tattoo.

"About how much I wish I knew more about you. About how much I want to spend more time with you," he professed and you sat up, eyes boring into his. "And you're right. Up until now, our relationship has been just fucking weird but I really want to get to know you. I want to see you more and I wish I didn't have a month left on tour so I could spend time with you," 

"It's strange," you responded after some time of you both contemplating in silence.

"What is?"

"Well, I feel like I've known you forever. But also, I don't know anything about you at all," you mused.

"I feel like that too. I... Y/N... can I ask you something? It's a bit insane," he chuckled.

"Sure," you responded quickly wanting to know what he was going to say.

"Come on tour with me."

You sat up in shock. 

"What?!"

He simply just smiled at you.

"Come on tour with me. After yours is done of course."

"Harry you're insane," you chuckled incredulously. "I cant... I don't... it doesn't make sense."

"What about it doesn't make sense? I understand if you're too busy or need a rest after your tour and that's completely understandable but I'd love it if you would join me for the last 3 weeks. I'll pay for everything and we can hang out," he explained as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

"You want to pay for me to join your tour and have me tag along with you for three weeks so you can just hang out with me? Do you know how insane you sound," and he nodded in response.

"Utterly mad, I know love. I just don't want to go another 4 months without seeing you," he said as you nervously twisted the rings on your fingers. You stayed silent for a bit as you contemplated his offer. It was mad but also you knew you wanted to spend more time with him. You also knew that you were supposed to be taking the next 2 months off, so it wasn't like you had anything else going on anyway. But it was insane. Joining Harry on tour, even though you barely knew him was insane. So why did you want to say yes so badly?

"What's going on in that head?" Harry questioned after you had sat pondering for some time.

"Um... could I give you an answer later?" you hesitantly asked.

"Of course. I would be surprised if you had an answer now. And don't worry if you feel like you can't. I will make time for you when I finish the tour," he promised.

"Thank you,"

"I have an idea though," he started and you rolled your eyes.

"Oh god," and he chuckled at your response.

"It's not as batshit as my last one, don't worry. I was wondering if you wanted to come with me tomorrow. For like the rehearsals and like soundcheck and stuff. Just to get a taste of what it would really be like, then you can decide whether you like it or not. What d'you say?"

"I think I can agree to that idea. Zep will probably be with Holly tomorrow anyway so I'll be free," you rattled off.

"Who's Zep?" Harry asked, thinking it was a peculiar name.

"Oh right, yeah Zep is the nickname for my brother. He calls me Goose," you explain and he chuckled.

"Goose and Zep. What a double act," Harry joked but realised you hadn't really laughed.

"Yeah something like that," you mumbled and he could tell that bringing up your brother had hit a nerve. He wasn't too sure why though.

"You ok?" he worried as you shuffled in his arms a bit. However you had a slapped on a fake grin at this point, not wanting Harry to know that you just missed your brother for your own selfish reasons.

"Yeah fine. I think I'm just quite tired," you said and it wasn't completely a lie. You were exhausted.

"Ok love, let's get some sleep," he whispered and you nodded tiredly.

You both went about getting ready for bed. Your heart warmed when you saw Harry had cleaned your room for you and had neatly folded up his and your clothes.

"I have some of my brother's boxers you could wear to bed if that would make you more comfortable," you offered and he nodded. You pulled an old pair out, one that you wouldn't mind Harry keeping.

"Why do you have your brother's underwear," he asked, amused, as you clambered into bed.

"Men's underwear is extremely comfortable. Ask any girl. I usually wear them to bed," you explained as you reached over to turn off the light on your side.

"I much prefer what you're currently wearing," Harry smirked as he ran his eyes over your figure. It was hot in Spain so you had settled for wearing some panties to bed and nothing else. You giggled and batted his hands away as they went to cup your breasts.

"Stop it! Let me sleep," you chastised him.

"Come here you," he said as he gestured for you to come closer to him. You shuffled up to him and you were about to settle your head on his shoulder when he gently turned you onto your side so he could spoon you. He slipped an arm around your waist and slipped the other one under your head.

"You'll get a dead arm," you warned and you could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

"Stop ruining the cute moment Y/N. I'll be fine even though you have a big head," he teased and you shot up.

"I do not!" you argued back as he tried to guide you back down.

"Shhhhh, just relax," he whispered, gently caressing your head as you huffed but you still settled back into him.

"Goodnight H," you mumbled as you felt your eyes closing, the warmth and comfort provided by Harry making you feel extra drowsy.

"Goodnight love," he said as he pressed a kiss to your head. He was about to drift off when your voice broke the silence.

"Promise you'll still be here in the morning?" you mumbled sleepily and he frowned.

"Of course, I'll be here. I'm not going anywhere," he responded, slightly confused as to why you had said that. He wouldn't dream of leaving you during the night.

So why did you think he would?

-

The next day you both woke up early and decided to sneak out of the hotel for an early morning stroll around the city. You hadn't had an opportunity yet to explore, you were supposed to go with your brother but predictably he forgot and went off with Holly. You felt too anxious to wander around a new city on your own so you stayed behind.

Harry was an excellent tour guide, however, and as it was early there were no tourists and the city was quiet. He pointed out all the sights and explained the history behind them, you clinging to his every word. You loved to learn new things and it helped that Harry was the one explaining it all. Eventually, you both got a bit tired from all the walking and settled down in a nearby cafe, both of you getting absolutely blasted by the sunlight but you couldn't keep the grin off your face.

"Thank you for that, I really wanted to see the city properly," you said as the waiter placed your coffee in front of you.

"It was my pleasure. Did you not have time yesterday to look around?" he asked, knowing your show had been two nights ago now.

"Uh, some plans fell through I guess. But today has thoroughly made up for that so I'm happy," you grinned and he smiled back, even though he was wondering why you were a bit more reserved when you said that. Something was going on and he was determined to get to the bottom of it.

"Excited for today?" and you nodded in response, sipping your coffee slowly.

"I am. Excited to see you at work. I will probably be very unhelpful to have around, I will ask about a hundred questions," you warned and he chuckled.

"That's fine. Ask away, I'm happy to provide some answers. As long as it's not about my sex life, I get too many questions about that," and you gave him a look in response.

"Harry. I think I know about your sex life," you teased and he laughed.

"Yeah, you might be right. Anyway hurry up with your coffee, we're gonna be late if you keep sipping it," he chastised cheekily.

"We literally just sat down."

"Yeah and I'm almost finished, time is of the essence."

"It's 9am."

"So?"

It was this humourous bickering back and forth which made being with Harry so enjoyable. You just clicked with him, and you could talk about anything and everything. You could have serious conversations or funny ones and nothing felt awkward between you both.

Eventually, after a lot of whinging from Harry and you annoying him by drinking coffee as slowly as possible, you set off back to the hotel. Harry went back into his own room, and you went about packing a bag full of things for the day. Harry said there would be hours where you wouldn't have much to do, so you bought your book and your laptop to entertain yourself as well as a set of cards, to try and force Harry into playing card games with you. As you pulled on one of Harry's hoodies, which he gave you when he first met you, you heard a knock at the door. Thinking it was Harry you swung it open but you were pleasantly surprised to see your brother.

"Hey Zep," you welcomed as he stepped into the room.

"Hey, Goose. Fuck why does it smell of sex in here," he scrunched up his nose and fake gagged.

"Piss off, it does not," you blushed a deep red.

"It so does and you've gone red. Who's the guy? Also, where are you going?" he rattled off, and you rolled your eyes at your brother's incessant questions.

"Uh, d'you remember Harry," you mumbled and Zep smirked.

"Hm, let me see, do I remember Harry, oh wait, you mean global superstar Harry Styles? Yeah I think I can place him," he teased and you threw a sock at him.

"He's here," you explained and Zep nodded.

"I know. I just ran into him. It doesn't even smell of sex in here I just wanted you to admit it," he snickered and your mouth fell open when you realised you'd been tricked.

"Dickhead," you muttered under your breath as you grabbed your notebook and stuffed it into your bag.

"Where are you going by the way," he asked.

"Nowhere," you tried and he scoffed.

"You're going out with Harry aren't you," he accused and you frowned at his tone.

"Yes, I am. What's got you looking all sour," you pressed, wondering why his mood had shifted.

"I thought we were gonna hang out today. See the sights," he said and you sighed.

"No Zep, we were supposed to do that yesterday. But we didn't and I think we both know why," you uttered and he crossed his arms.

"What's that supposed to mean," he glowered.

"I just find it a bit rich that you're getting annoyed at me for going out with Harry when you ditched me yesterday for Holly," you exhaled even though you felt a bit childish saying it.

"Y/N, what the fuck?! She's my girlfriend. Harry's your... well I don't even know what to label Harry but he certainly isn't your boyfriend," he argued back. "I'm your brother!"

"And I'm your sister!" you snapped. "But I have barely seen you this entire tour. I understand you are with Holly now and I am so happy for you and I understand that things change when people get into relationships, but I have barely fucking seen you. Every day you blow me off for her and I would be fine with it if it was once in a while but pretty much every plan we have made you have then gone and ditched me. I have missed out on seeing almost every place we have gone to because you leave me behind every time. I don't think I've even had a meal with you this entire tour. I've just been fucking alone and it sucked. So now, I'm going to go spend time with someone who actually wants to spend time with me and has taken time out of their day to accommodate me and not leave me waiting in a hotel room, just to send me a text to say they aren't coming. Have a nice day," you raged as you opened your hotel room door and slammed it behind you. You let out a deep breath and even though anger was pumping through your veins you also felt a massive release. You had been needing to say that for a while.

"Uh, Y/N?" you heard a voice beside you and your eyes snapped open, heart falling when you saw Harry standing next to the door.

"How much of that did you hear?" you winced, knowing he'd probably heard the whole thing.

"Uh, most of you yelling," he mumbled and you pressed your face into your hands.

"Fuck," you whispered but you felt Harry's arm loop around your shoulder.

"Come on love, let's get you to the car. We can talk there. Don't worry about it," he said gently as he lead you down the hallway. You followed him, surprising him when you reached up to grab hold of the hand resting on your shoulder and pressed a light kiss to it. Despite the circumstances, he smiled at your sweet action and held you closer to him, feeling a sudden urge to protect you from the sadness you were feeling. He just wanted to see your beautiful smile again, the one that could light up any room.

You both left via the back entrance of the hotel and clambered into a big black car with darkened windows. When you got in, Harry pulled your legs back onto his lap, like he'd done on the drive back to your house after Coachella. You relaxed into him, feeling some of the tension melt away and you felt like you actually wanted to talk to Harry about it.

"I'm sorry you heard that. But I needed to say it. I think I've been building up to that for a while," you muttered and Harry placed a hand under your chin and raised your head to look at him.

"Don't need to apologise love. Just wanna make sure you're ok," he said looking worried and your heart melted a bit.

"I don't know if I'm ok. I don't think I've been feeling ok for a while. I guess you probably heard it all but Zep's been leaving me alone a lot on this tour. Because of his girlfriend. And I know I should be happy for them and I am but I can't help being upset because he keeps ditching me for her and leaving me on my own. I feel so selfish now, I shouldn't have snapped at him," you worried and Harry shook his head.

"You're not selfish for wanting to spend time with your brother love. And by the sounds of it, I think he's pushed the limit on how many times he's left you on your own for his girlfriend. It's understandable if he did it once or twice, but it sounds like it's happening all the time. That's not ok, he should still prioritise you, you're his sister," Harry reassured you and you were so thankful you had him right now.

"It's just... well he's all I've got. We lost our parents at a young age and it's always just been me and him. And then suddenly it was just me. I've been left by a lot of people in my life Harry, and I'm scared it's happening with my brother too," a couple of tears threatened to slide down your face, but you kept them in. You hadn't cried in years.

"I promise you Y/N, your brother will not leave you. He's a massive idiot, yes, but you mean so much to him. I could tell from the first time I talked to him. He holds so much admiration and love for you."

It was all starting to click into place now. Why you had written that sad song in your notebook about being alone, why you had flinched when Harry had referred to you and your brother as a 'double act' and why, just as you were about to fall asleep and when you felt the most vulnerable, you had to check that Harry wouldn't leave you during the night, something he feared had happened to you before. Harry made a vow to himself at that moment to never ever make you fear he was going to leave and to never walk out on you.

"I'm sorry. We were having a really nice morning and were going to have a really nice day and I've bought the mood down significantly," you apologised.

"Stop saying sorry love. You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. We will still have a lovely day, I'll make sure of it. First I demand a kiss and then we shall go pretend to rehearse but actually, we will annoy Mitch relentlessly," he professed and you giggled. Harry always knew how to cheer you up.

"You demand a kiss, do you," you smirked and he nodded.

"Yes, it's sorta like monopoly. You know, get 200 to pass go," he joked and you shook your head.

"You're ridiculous, you know that," you rolled your eyes but leant in anyway.

"I know," he whispered as you pressed your lips to his and you shared a slow, gentle kiss. He tangled his hands in your hair to pull you closer and in response, you slipped your tongue into his mouth and moved your hands down his chest towards the waist of his trousers. He groaned and pulled back.

"Y/N, if you keep that up, I won't last the whole day," he lowered his voice so the driver couldn't hear him.

"Who said anything about lasting the whole day," you teased winking at him and settling back into your original spot. Harry cursed under his breath, chest rapidly rising up and down as he realised there was absolutely no way he could get through the whole day without even a taste of you.

-

Despite everything, you were having a pretty good day. When you arrived, Harry introduced you to the band and the crew and you got stuck into rehearsals. Harry patiently answered any questions you had about playing in arenas and the technicalities of it all, as well as questions you had about his music and his creative process. Secretly he was loving that you were so interested and therefore he was very happy to answer all the questions you had. After rehearsals, he'd dragged you to the dressing room and devoured you on the couch. The way your hips were swaying along to his songs when he played them had left him rock hard in his pants. He knew that you were aware of what you were doing and that made him even more frustrated.

That was followed by lunch, where you had a really nice chat with Sarah, Ny Oh and Elin and soon the four of you had formed a little bubble in the corner, giggling and chatting away. Harry was making a big scene over it, huffing loudly and whining away in the corner that you weren't giving him all the attention. You and the girls found it very amusing and kept whispering away, to annoy him even more.

"What have I done," Harry groaned when Mitch came over to him, not even managing to distract Sarah out of the group.

"I have no idea. They're as thick as thieves, I can't get a word in," Mitch sympathised, not missing the way Harry's eyes were glued on Y/N.

"Hm," he agreed absentmindedly, smiling as Y/N laughed loudly at something Sarah had said.

"You like her," Mitch observed from beside Harry.

"Yeah, no shit Mitch. She's literally all I've thought about for the last 4 months," Harry deadpanned. It was true, he did like you. A lot. He hadn't ever felt this way about anyone before. He had had crushes before but nothing quite like this. He had never had anyone make his heart race the way you did and he had never felt so comfortable and happy around anyone else before. He knew he liked you, and he thought you might like him back but he needed to hear it from you.

"Why haven't you done anything about it then. It's obvious she likes you, she has literal hearts in her eyes every time she looks at you," Mitch questioned and Harry shrugged.

"I don't know, we have a really strange relationship. We didn't do anything in the right order," he explained, fiddling with a loose string on his top. "I wanna ask her at the right time."

"So you're ok inviting her on a three-week leg of your tour but you need the courage to ask her if she likes you back. What is this, primary school?" Mitch scoffed and Harry rolled his eyes even though he knew Mitch was right. He knew you hadn't really spent that much time together but he didn't need time to know how he felt about you. He knew he liked you and he just needed to buck up the courage and ask you out.

"Oh look, they've made a rival boys club," Elin teased.

"Can we form an alliance?" Harry tried.

"Hm, tempting offer Mr Styles," you said, repeating the words you had said to him the night you kissed him for the first time. He knew what you were doing and glowered at you.

"Guys please stop eye fucking each other," Ny Oh piped up and you blushed a deep red as Harry turned away, nestling his head into Mitch's shoulder who quickly pushed him off.

"Piss off Harry. Go hide in her shoulder," he groaned as Harry dramatically sighed and pushed himself off the couch and made his way over to you.

"Come see the stage with me," he offered and you nodded, taking his hand to let him pull you up and you set off towards the main stage together. When you got there, you were taken aback by how big the venue was. You had never played anywhere this big before.

"Jesus, this is huge," you said as you wandered to the edge of the stage, sitting down so your feet were dangling over the edge.

"Yeah, I guess it is," he chuckled and you rolled your eyes.

"You're so humble Harry," you joked.

"I try," he walked over to sit next to you. As he did you rested your head on his shoulder, taking in the vast space.

"Y/N?" Harry muttered, sounding quite nervous.

"Yes H," you said back, not really paying much attention.

"We're friends right?" he asked picking nervously at the skin on his fingers and you turned to him, confused.

"Of course! I mean sort of, friends don't really kiss each other the way we do," you teased but he looked deadly serious.

"Y/N... fuck... Uh, I like you. I really, really like you," he stuttered out and your face grew into a massive grin.

"Good. So do I," you responded and he laughed.

"Romantic, Y/N," he said even though he couldn't keep the massive smile off his face. You liked him back. He couldn't believe it.

"You're cute when you blush," you observed as you looked up at his red face and he hid his head in his hands.

"Stopp," he whined and you giggled pulling his hands away from his face.

"Kiss me," you whispered and Harry complied, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your lips. You leaned into him, hands cupping his cheeks as he pulled your hips closer to his. This kiss felt different to all the other ones you had shared with him. It was more intimate and deep and you could feel Harry expressing his feelings toward you through the kiss. Eventually, he pulled back breathless, gazing into your eyes.

"I am going to kiss you until your sick of it. I am addicted to you," he professed and it was your turn to blush this time.

"Glad you are Styles. Cause you're stuck with me for the next month," you smirked trying to hint at the fact you were going to come on tour with him. His eyes lit up at that point as he realised what you were saying.

"You'll come with me?" he asked incredulously like he had just won the lottery.

"Yeah, I wanna come. I miss you when you're not around and I really like you. I don't wanna throw that away," you confessed and he pulled you into him, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead.

"Y/N, you have no idea what that means to me, thank you," he said, pulling you into a hug. You sat there for a while, savouring the warm feeling you got from being in his arms. There was nothing more comforting.

"Uh Y/N," you heard a voice call and you pulled apart from Harry to see your brother poking his head through the door.

"Zep?" you puzzled as he waved nervously. Harry got up slowly and squeezed your hand.

"I'll let you talk," he offered and walked towards your brother, giving him a warning glare as he passed.

"Hi," you breathed out as he walked over to sit next to you.

"Goose I am so sorry," he started and you breathed out a bit, thinking this conversation was going to be a lot harder.

"After you yelled, I realised what a dick I had been over the last couple of months. Even Holly had a go at me when I told her what you said. You're right, I did flake on you and I was an idiot and I got caught up in this fantasy world with Holly. I can't believe I did that to you, I am so sorry," he apologised, squeezing your hands tightly.

"Thank you for apologising. I'm sorry for shouting. I just felt really alone and like you didn't need me anymore," you explained sadly and he pulled you into a big hug.

"You don't need to apologise. I am so sorry that I made you feel that way. I will always need you Y/N, you're my baby sister and I love you," he told you, hugging you tightly.

"Let's not fight again," you sniffled as you buried your head into his shoulder and he nodded.

"Agreed, it was horrible," he said and pulled back from you, smoothing down your hair as he did.

"So," he said as he raised his eyebrows and you hid your face in your hands.

"No don't interrogate me again," you pleaded and he chuckled.

"It's my job. What's going on?" he asked and you giggled slightly.

"Well he just told me he likes me, like really really likes me," you told your brother, feeling like a schoolgirl again.

"What did you say?"

"I told him I liked him back. I really do like him Zep, he's unlike anyone I've ever met. He's so funny and kind and he makes me feel like a million dollars when I'm with him," you gushed and Zep smiled.

"I can see he makes you really happy Goose and I'm so glad you've found someone like that. But what happens now, I mean we're going back to New York and he's got a month left of his tour," your brother queried and you looked a bit sheepish as you pondered how to tell him you were going on tour with Harry.

"What is it Goose?" your brother raised his eyebrows as you nervously played with your necklace.

"Uh, Harry's asked me to go on tour with him and I said yes," you rushed out and avoided his eye contact. He shifted in front of you and you feared the worst.

"Goose that's so cool!" he exclaimed and you looked up surprised to see him excited.

"You're not mad?" you queried and he shook his head.

"Of course not! I can see how taken you are with him and how taken he is with you. It would be stupid to spend more time apart after you've both figured out how you feel about each other. Plus now you get to go to so many cool places and I know how much you love to travel. I think you're gonna have the time of your life and I couldn't be happier for you," he said and you pulled him back into a hug.

"Thank you," you whispered and he squeezed you tight.

"Love you sis," he muttered.

"Love you too," you replied.

"Now, where is Harry? I'm going to have to go give him the 'dad' speech. You know, treat her well and all that," he teased and you shook your head.

"No Zep, please don't," you begged as he got up and started running to the door. You would be so embarrassed if he talked to Harry.

"Gotta catch me first," he chuckled and bolted out the door. You sprinted after him, cheeks burning red as you chased him through the corridors.

-

Later that day, you sat backstage, swinging your legs along to Harry singing Matilda on stage. This particular song held a deep meaning to you even though Harry didn't know it. You and Zep had lost your dad at a young age and then when you went into high school and Zep had just turned 18, your mum walked out of your life. He became completely responsible for you and he was the only person in your life who really showed you any affection or love for a while. You had no idea where your mum went or why she left but you but it had hurt tremendously at the time, even if she had shown you little to no love when she was around.

Therefore, as you listened to Harry sing Matilda for the first time, you did feel a couple tears slip down your cheeks. You really weren't one for crying and you barely had for years but the song really hit home for you. Zep had seen you were upset and came and settled down behind you, pulling you into his arms. He knew exactly why you were upset and you saw his eyes shining too as you both listened to the song. At one point during the song, Harry looked over and saw the two siblings holding each other. His heart broke for the both of you, it was clear that you had both been through a lot but he was so glad you had made up and had each other. He sent you both a kiss and you grinned widely in response, Zep giving you a squeeze when he saw how soft Harry was with you.

"He's a good man, Goose. He'll be there for you, don't forget that," Zep reminded and you nodded. You had a hard time trusting people and letting them in, always holding a small fear that they would leave. However, you just had a feeling you didn't have to worry about that with Harry. He was an exceptional man.

By the end of the show, however, the tears were forgotten as you danced about to Kiwi, trying to ignore the arousal that had settled in your stomach watching Harry perform this song. If this was what your reaction was to this song, then the next month was going to be very difficult. You cheered loudly as he bowed to the crowd and then your eyes widened as he came running towards you. He scooped you up when he reached you, twirling you around as you giggled loudly and pressed a happy kiss to his lips.

"You were incredible," you raved and he smiled widely.

"Thank you, love. You ok?" he asked as he carefully placed you down, stroking your cheek gently.

"Yes, I'm fine. Your songs are really beautiful H, you made me cry," you said and he sighed.

"You wanna talk about it," he asked gently and you shook your head.

"Not yet," you mumbled and he nodded, happy to wait for you to feel comfortable enough to open up. He would do anything to make you feel good around him.

"I'm so glad you're here," he mumbled pressing his lips to yours again and you sighed, genuinely wondering if you were in heaven. The feeling of him against you was like nothing you had ever experienced and you never wanted it to end.

"I never want to leave," you professed and he kissed you even deeper, holding your face against his.

"Never do, Y/N."

-

PART 2!!! thank you for all the lovely comments on the previous part, i appreciated them so much. sorry, this fic was longer than expected i am really crap at being able to write short fics ahaha.

sloane xx

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track 5

harry styles x famous!reader

summary: you have been invited on the late late show to play spill your guts or fill your guts with your ex boyfriend harry. after the game he reveals something to you which makes you question everything. (this takes place just after fine line has come out)

word count: 3.3k

warnings: very slight smut at the end, eating gross food? idk

-

Sometimes, you did really question how you ended up in scenarios like the one you were currently in. You always knew that a downside of fame would be the appearances you would have to make and the awkward interviews you had to sit through but this was just pretty strange.

A movie you were starring in had just come out and you were incredibly proud of it. It was one of your best performances and there were rumours circulating of an Oscar nomination heading your way. You were going through a long week of press appearances and premiers but this appearance really topped them all.

You were currently sitting across from your ex-boyfriend, a table full of disgusting food between the two of you and a set of questions off to the side, which you knew would contain questions about your relationship. When your manager mentioned doing this segment and appearing on the Late Late Show, you had always presumed you would be doing this alongside James Corden. However, after you had agreed to it, your manager kindly let you know you would be interviewed by the one and only Harry Styles.

You and Harry had dated for about a year, and you had a very happy relationship together and still were friendly with each other. You hadn't had an explosive break-up that everyone had said you had, it was amicable. Both of your careers were dragging you in different directions and soon it became impossible to sustain a relationship. That didn't mean you weren't sad when it ended, you had loved Harry and the year you spent together had been one of the best of your life, but it just wasn't meant to be. You still texted him occasionally but you had pretty much removed yourself from his life, knowing it would be easier to get over him if you did. Since you broke up, he had gone on to release another album and you had starred in Little Women, one of the biggest films of the year.

You had to admit though, despite it being amicable between you and Harry, playing spill your guts or fill your guts with him wasn't at the top of your list of ideal interviews. You had had a slight temper tantrum with your manager when you found out until she told you to stop being childish and just to get on with it. You had huffed and whined about it but eventually just did what you were told, knowing you were more than capable of putting on a brave face and pretending to be happy for the camera. You were an actress after all.

You sent him a small smile as you lowered yourself into the seat opposite him, which he returned with a much cheekier smile. You realised he was enjoying watching you squirm and you weren't having any of it. Raising an eyebrow at him, you sent him a silent warning with your eyes but a warmer smile grew on your face. Despite everything you already felt comfortable around him, sort of falling back into the way you used to be with each other.

At that point the director came strolling up to you both, slightly smirking at the scene of the both of you eyeing each other up across the table.

"Right guys, I'm sure you already know the general gist of the game, but there's a pile of questions beside you and luckily for you, some disgusting food you get to eat on the table. When it's your turn, ask the other person a question and the other person can decide whether they want to answer the question or eat the food to avoid answering. Very simple. There's a bucket beside you to spit out any food, as well as a glass of water and a napkin. If at any point you feel really sick, please just raise your hand and we will halt filming. Hopefully, that won't happen though," he joked and both you and Harry didn't really smile back, not exactly thrilled about the idea of potentially throwing up on live TV.

"All good," he asked and you and Harry both nodded.

"Perfect. Ok you're on in a minute," he finished and rushed back over to his spot behind the camera. You adjusted your outfit. You now realise wearing a white suit was maybe not your best idea.

"You look beautiful," Harry muttered from across the table and your head snapped up.

"Oh, um, thank you. You look very smart too," you complimented back, checking out his brown suit and the way it hugged all his best features. He did look really good but you would never admit it to anyone.

"30 SECONDS PEOPLE," a crew member shouted and you gathered yourself, trying not to look too flustered at the fact that Harry had just called you beautiful.

"And 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.. Go Harry," the director called as you heard the theme song playing.

"Hello and welcome back! We are now joined by the lovely Y/N L/N!" Harry announced as the audience cheered. You smiled and waved into the camera, thanking the audience for their support.

"Now Y/N," he said turning dramatically to you and you couldn't help the small smile that grew on your face. He was a natural host. "How are you feeling about this."

"I can't believe I agreed to this really," you joked and the audience laughed.

"You haven't played this before," he asked and you shook your head.

"No first time," you said as you grimaced at the food.

"Ok so this is our first time..." he began and the audience whooped in response, both of you laughing as you clocked on to what Harry said.

"Not like that!" he teased and everyone laughed. "Ok, ok, settle down, let's take a look at what's on the table tonight."

He grabbed the table to begin swivelling it to show the audience.

"So first we have jellied moose nose," he announced and the audience groaned.

"Yeah, ew," Harry mimicked them as he moved the table to the next one and began reading out all the gross food on the table. Your stomach turned slightly at the thought of putting any of it in your mouth. Eventually, Harry finished going through the food and turned to you.

"Ok Y/N, you're going to go first, and just to clarify, the producers have not shown us the questions, correct?"

"Unfortunately they have not," you responded cheekily.

"Ok, so you'll choose the food I have to eat if I chose not to answer," and you agreed eagerly, sort of excited to start playing.

"Ok Harry, you're going to be eating... Fried Tarantula!" you announced moving the dish over to him and laughing as he groaned into his hands.

"Delightful, thanks Y/N," he bantered.

"No worries. Right," you leaned over and picked up a question, giggling to yourself when you read what was on it.

"Oh god," he muttered.

"I am 26 years old. Your friend, Emma Corrin, is also 26 years old. Who is the most talented 26-year-old?" you asked and the audience gasped as Harry threw his head back laughing.

"Come on!" he groaned as he picked up the knife and fork and cut a bit of the fried tarantula. You grimaced as he held it up to his mouth.

"Oh Harry," you sympathised and he looked at you deadpan.

"Yeah you feel bad now, don't you," he teased and you shrugged, very amused by the situation. You almost gagged as he quickly popped the tarantula into his mouth and chewed on it, his face scrunching up as he reached for the bin next to spit it out, the audience cheering loudly.

"Eww," you groaned, as Harry took a sip of water.

"Wow, that has an aftertaste!" he coughed as he took some more water. "Ok. Er... it will be a prawn smoothie for you," he grinned as he moved it over to you and you winced.

"Nooo, I hate prawns," you groaned as Harry picked up the question card.

"I know," he teased and the audience went mad. Rolling your eyes you waited for him to ask the question. He snorted as he read it and you were filled with dread.

"Rate all the One Direction members, from worst to best," he read and everyone cheered as you raised your eyebrows, trying to work out if you could answer this. You rested your chin in your hand as you thought about the question.

"I'm offended you're even thinking about this," he chastised, giving you that signature cheeky grin.

"I don't know how to answer it, you're all so nice," you tried and he shook his head.

"Ok," Harry said sarcastically, not believing a word you were saying.

"Shut up! You are!" you exclaimed and he chuckled.

"Drink the smoothie," he told you and you shook your head.

"No!"

"Go on then answer!" he kept pushing you, with the audience egging you on.

"Ok um... from worst to best...uh... ok," you stuttered and Harry groaned.

"Come on!" he said as the audience cheered louder.

"Liam, Zayn, Louis, Niall, Harry," you quickly rushed out and the audience screamed in delight while you buried your hands in your face.

"I haven't met Liam or Zayn, it's not personal," you explained and Harry shrugged.

"I'm first, that's all that matters," he smirked and the audience went wild again as you blushed a bright red, begging Harry with your eyes to move on.

"Right, for that, you're gonna be eating some bull testicles," you shot back, swivelling the gross-looking food in front of him and he pulled a face when he saw them.

"Mmm lovely," he said as you reached for the next card, heart racing a bit when you read what was on it. Harry looked nervous at your reaction and you wickedly grinned at him.

"I've actually really wanted to know this," you started and he gulped, genuinely worried about what you were going to ask.

"Which songs on Fine Line were about me?" you questioned and everyone lost it. You were giggling away as Harry clapped a hand over his face, the audience begging him to answer. You knew there was no way on earth he would answer and you were right as he pulled the napkin out with a flourish and tucked it into his shirt, poking the testicles around with his fork, staring at them disgusted.

"So er... I'd say track..." he teased and you laughed loudly.

"Just don't look at it," you tried.

"Oh yeah, that fixes everything," he scoffed as he cut a little bit of the testicles onto his fork. He sat there sighing for a bit, staring at the gross food on his fork.

"What are we doing?" he pondered and you chuckled. Quickly, he lifted the fork up to his mouth and popped the food in, grimacing immediately as the taste hit his tongue. After chewing a bit, he spat it out, almost gagging.

"The texture was just horrible, ugh," he gagged as you chuckled, very much enjoying this now.

"Y/N. For this question, I am going to give you... some ant soup," he said as he moved the grey-looking liquid in front of you.

"Ugh, I'm not eating that," you groaned and Harry picked up the card, cackling as he read it.

"Think you might be love. You are one of the most recognised actresses in the world, who is the worst person you have ever worked with?" he asked and you buried your face in your hands, realising there was no way you could answer this.

"Who is itttt?" Harry teased as you glared at him, tentatively picking up the spoon.

"I can't answer that," you said as you quickly spooned the disgusting soup into your mouth. It was worse than you imagined, you quickly swallowed it and then reached over for the water, chugging it to rid your mouth of the taste. Harry was laughing the whole time as your face screwed up in disgust.

"That was horrific," you gasped as you stopped drinking water.

"To be fair, watching you eat that made me feel sick," Harry sympathised.

"Ok," you said as you gathered yourself. "Uh Harry, you shall be having some fish eyes tonight," you chose as you spun the table around and he groaned.

"Lovely, can't wait."

"Alright," you said as you reached for the card, smiling when you read the question. "If you get this wrong, I'll be very upset. Before the show today, you said you had thoroughly enjoyed my recent movie, Little Women. Which March sister did I play in the movie?" you asked and the audience all began whispering, paying keen attention to Harry to see if he knew the answer.

"Oh god," he teased, pretending to have a real think about it and you pretended to act annoyed.

"Oh come off it Harry," you sighed as he pretended to deliberate for a bit longer.

"You played Meg March," he said seriously and your jaw dropped. He'd actually got it wrong. Then suddenly his face broke into a grin and you realised he'd been messing with you.

"Only joking, you played Jo!" he teased and the audience all applauded him for getting it right while you scowled at him.

"I actually thought you didn't know the answer for a second there," you giggled as he clapped his hands in delight and turned to the camera.

"That was Spill your Guts or Fill your Guts, we'll be right back with more Late Late Show!" he exclaimed as the audience cheered loudly and the camera's panned away. As they called cut, you and Harry were ushered to the side where you were offered water and gum to get the horrible taste out of your mouths. You laughed along with him as you recalled the horrific things you ate as you prepared yourselves for the interview section of the show. Just as you were about to go back on, a wave of confidence came over you and you stepped up beside Harry.

"So which tracks was it?" you questioned and he looked down at you and smirked.

"Most of them," he said sincerely and you were taken aback slightly, not expecting that at all.

"Really?" you exhaled, suddenly feeling quite nervous.

"Bar a couple, most of them were about you. Track 5 in particular, your voice is literally at the end of it," he chuckled and you shrugged.

"I haven't heard that one," you whispered, ashamed that you hadn't properly listened to the whole album yet, even though Harry had already seen your new movie. However, he didn't look offended at all.

"Go listen to it. I've gotta go back on but you have a couple minutes. Enjoy," he said as he winked at you, slipping back through the curtains to set up. You quickly scrambled about on your phone, willing Spotify to load so you could listen to it. You clicked on the song called Cherry and the music started floating out of the phone speaker.

By the end of it, you were a wreck, you had no idea Harry missed you so much. You began reading the lyrics for his other songs on the album and realised how many of them pertained to you. The album was mostly about you.

"Fuck," you whispered as you quickly snuck outside and went over to where Harry was sitting.

"Drinks after this?" you whispered in his ear and he nodded quickly, trying to stop the grin that was fighting its way onto his face.

"Cool," you said as you rushed backstage again, nervously wringing your hands.

You tried to keep your cool throughout the interview, but all you could think about was the songs that Harry had written you. Your head was a bit of a mess and Harry could see that, but he made sure that he focused on the questions he was asking you and you gave pretty good responses, all things considered. After the interview and the show had wrapped, you quickly went back to your dressing room, to get your mic off and then you began listening to the entirety of the album. Sunflower was your favourite, the tune reminding you of early mornings in your kitchen with Harry. A knock on your door pulled you out of your stupor and you opened it nervously to be met by a grinning Harry.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked referring to the fact that Cherry was on repeat for the 4th time this evening. You rolled your eyes and grabbed your stuff.

"Come on H. I think we've got a lot to talk about," you acknowledged as you headed out the door and he nodded as he followed you.

-

You talked all evening. You talked about how you both desperately missed each other and how you had both been really sad when you broke up but you agreed that it had been right at the time. You talked about what you had been up to in the year and a half you had been apart. Harry talked about writing the album and how, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get you out of his head when he wrote the songs which is why so many were inspired by you. You mentioned the guy you had briefly gone out with and Harry's eyes darkened and he told you that that was why he wrote Cherry. He told you that it had been one of the sadder periods of the last year when he really thought it was completely over between the two of you and there was no chance of reconciliation. He opened up about the fact he had never really left you entirely and he always still had one foot through the door. You agreed and said you had been in denial for a while that it was truly over. It was getting late in the night when you both looked at each other and realised you had spent the last 4 hours going in circles and avoiding the most important question that was hanging over the both of you.

"I don't think I want us to be apart again," Harry mumbled and you nodded. Both of you were a bit tipsy and feeling quite emotional.

"Neither do I. I should never have let you go," you admitted and Harry cursed under his breath.

"Y/N I... I never stopped loving you. I don't know what the future has in store for us but I just know that I want you in it," he professed and you were quite taken aback. The chat had taken quite a turn.

"Please say something, love," he begged as he reached across the table to take your hand.

"I miss you," you blurted out. "I miss you so much it hurts and I want to be with you again. I never stopped loving you either."

"Come back to me Y/N," he whispered and you nodded, wanting nothing more than to be in his arms again. He tugged on your hand and you rose up out of your seat and walked over to settle on his lap. You didn't care that you were in the middle of the bar as you crashed your lips into his, savouring every moment with him. You couldn't believe this was happening but a small part of you always knew you would find your way back to each other. You were made for each other

And, that night as Harry had you on your kitchen counter with his head buried between your thighs, he looked up at you cheekily again.

"You know, you heavily inspired a certain song on that album," he smirked and you rolled your eyes knowing where he was going with this.

"Harry I swear to god if you say I inspired..." you started but he cut you off.

"Watermelon Sugar," he grinned and lowered his head back onto your folds again. You couldn't even lament him for it, as your moans filled the kitchen and your heart swelled to the point you thought it would burst.

You were home.

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turns out, i can actually write shortish fics. this popped into my head one day and i knew i had to write it. i hope you enjoy!!!

sloane xx

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love on tour insta blurb pt.7

harry styles x personal assistant!y/n

summary: y/n is harry's personal assistant and is currently working on his tour

emma chamberlain

part 1! part 2! part 3! part 4! part 5! part 6!

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harrystyles Harry’s House. Out now.

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harryfan2 im crying already

latelateshow 👏👏👏👏

harryfan10 iM SO PROUD

harry_lambert yes king

yourusername so incredibly proud of you and what you have achieved. it's been an honour to witness ❤️

↳ harryfan9 naww shes so cute

↳ harrystyles thank you for experiencing it with me x

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yourusername happy harry's house day!

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harryfan3 y/n feeding us harry content, thank you queen

harryfan7 im actually so sick of her she makes it out like shes everything to harry when shes really not

↳ harryfan31 literally shes obsessed with him, bitch get a life

yourbff it's on repeat in the car, I'm obsessed!

harryfan20 did anyone notice the subtle references to the album that y/n has been making in her insta comments and posts recently? she's too clever for us

harryfan5 get away from harry, he deserves better

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harrystylescherries y/n spotted in new york today heading to the USB arena ahead of ONO new york! apparently there were some harry fans following her and they wouldn't leave her alone. it didn't look like a good interaction :(

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harryfan1 poor y/n shes been getting so much hate recently for no reason

↳ harryfan19 literally the amount of hate this poor girl gets is unbelievable

harryfan52 shes literally never done anything wrong either its just cos people think she's with harry

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yourusername taking an indefinite hiatus off social media. hope this video explains why. it's heartbreaking to have to do this, but for the sake of my mental health, i cannot continue interacting on social media for the moment. love u all, y/n xx

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harrystyles hello all.

first, i would like to thank all my fans and supporters who have shown this girl nothing but love and support since the beginning and have always supported the relationship i have with her. however, i have been appalled by the levels of disrespect and harassment she has received since rumours of our relationship began to circulate. this breaks my heart to see such levels of abuse being directed at the girl i love, seeing people accuse her of being someone she is not and making horrible assumptions about our relationship. i am very happy in this relationship, possibly the happiest i have ever been. i want to express the importance of spreading positivity on platforms like this and also make people aware of the damaging effects that negativity can do to a person. i have witnessed the love of my life go through it and nothing was more painful to watch than her suffering every day due to the enormous amount of hate sent her way. it's time to stop.

treat people with kindness, every day, all the time. H.

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harryfan10 this is heartbreaking, watching y/n's video actually made me burst into tears, she was so upset over all the hate

harryfan6 we love you y/n!!! so happy that you are in a relationship with harry and we wish you the best for the future xx

gemmastyles sending all my love to you both ❤️

harryfan1 i feel bad that harry had to announce his relationship like this, cant believe some people are so horrible online :(

harryfan22 guys, harry's fans started chanting 'we love y/n' and all held up candles in support at ono london tonight and he almost cried

↳ harryfan3 he really does love her, that's so cute

harrystyles thank you all for the overwhelming amount of love and support you have sent our way in the last 24 hours. we do appreciate it massively. thank you in particular to my fans at ONO London who did a massive gesture for y/n last night. i cant tell you how much that meant to her. thank you.

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that's it! that's the end of this long insta blurb series which was the first thing i posted on this account. i know it was a bittersweet ending but that's how i planned it out in my mind from the beginning. thank you for all the support you have shown me since i posted the first part of this. i'm sad i finished this but onto the next one! affection will continue based off these events so keep up with that

sloane xx

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palm trees and kiwis

harry styles x singer!reader

summary: harry meets you at coachella after watching your set backstage. you both acknowledge the element of lust between you but after acting on it you wonder if it's a bit more than that

warnings: smut

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"HOW'S EVERYONE DOING TODAY?!" you hyped up the crowd as you pranced across the stage, your long sheer star-printed coat trailing behind you.

You were met with screams of joy, some calling out your name, some requesting you to sing a certain song. Your heart was pounding with adrenaline as you smiled widely, absolutely loving the show you were doing. 

Coachella had always been your dream, ever since you started out in music, but you never thought you would actually perform here. It seemed too big of a dream and too unattainable. Yet here you were, at the second week of the festival, with thousands of people screaming for you and you couldn't believe it. 

"This next song is a cover," you teased and everyone cheered, knowing what you were about to sing. You had become famous due to your cover of the Harry Styles song Kiwi. You had posted it on youtube one day and it went viral. Very viral. Within hours you had millions of views and comments and people had begun to take an interest in you. Two albums and one Grammy later you couldn't be happier you had decided to post that cover that day. It had changed your life, so you always did a performance of it at all your shows. You had met Harry but only very briefly at the Grammys and you were so nervous because it was your first awards show that you couldn't really focus on what he was saying to you.

"Let's try and outdo him eh," you riled up the crowd and they all screamed in response. You nodded to your band as you grabbed your guitar and began to belt out the beginning of the song, as well as playing the chords on your guitar. 

She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect And all the boys, they were sayin' they were into it Such a pretty face on a pretty neck

You strummed harder on your guitar as you whipped your hair around, loving the rock n' roll atmosphere you had created. The crowd were all forming mosh pits in the crowd and going crazy and you couldn't help the massive grin that formed on your face. As you neared the chorus, you pulled the mic off the stand and began to dance up and down the stage.

I'm having your baby It's none of your business I'm having your baby It's none of your business (it's none of your, it's none of your) I'm having your baby (hey) It's none of your business (oh) I'm having your baby (hey) It's none of your, it's none of your (ah)

As you came down off the high of the chorus, you noticed some movement backstage but decided to ignore it as you began the next verse. You shrugged off your coat leaving you just in a sparkly silver bra and sheer trousers that matched your coat which made the crowd go wild and you winked at them. You neared the chorus again and you could still sense something was happening backstage. You turned your head lightly and there he was. The very man whose song you were currently covering. On the inside, you became incredibly nervous but you knew you had to keep up your confident persona. You locked eyes with him and you grinned and winked as you began the chorus again. The crowd seemed to have noticed that something had caught your attention and a couple of people in the crowd began to realise Harry was backstage as they were standing at an angle where they could see him. The screams got even louder as you threw your head back and laughed but continued to sing his song to him. He smirked back, eyes raking up and down your body and even though he was about 100 metres away, you both could sense the tension between the two of you. He was staring hungrily at you as you sang his song and you were keeping eye contact with him, surprising him with your confidence. You were nearing the end of the song however so you turned back to the audience to give them your attention as you sang the last final lines.

I'm having your baby (hey) It's none of your business I'm having your baby (hey) It's none of your business (it's none of your, it's none of your)

Hey!

You were absolutely going crazy singing these lines, with the bass guitar and the drums shaking the whole stage. That had been the best performance of that song you had ever done. You turned towards the backstage again and Harry had his fingers in his mouth so he could whistle loudly for you to hear it. You did a small bow towards him and the crowd screamed louder, having figured out who was backstage. You put the mic back into the stand and leaned into it to talk.

"I think some of you may have guessed who is backstage right now," you giggled as the crowd screamed and shouted Harry's name.

"He came because he needed some tips for his own performance," you teased and he shook his head at you, laughing with the crowd. You mouthed a thank you at him and he nodded in response, still smiling widely at you. 

-

Half an hour later, you ran off stage, covered in sweat and feeling so incredibly happy. That couldn't have gone better and you loved every second of it. You ran down the stairs and immediately spotted your brother who had his arms open wide for a hug. You ran to him, crashing into him and he wrapped his arms tightly around your shoulders.

"You did so good Goose," he praised you. Goose was the nickname he had given you when you were little and it had stuck ever since. A couple happy tears leaked down your face as you squeezed him tight. 

"Thank you, Zep," you beamed, using your nickname for him. You finally broke apart and began to walk back to your trailer.

"Did you see who came to watch Zep?" you asked excitedly and he nodded chuckling.

"I did. In fact, I had quite a nice conversation with him," he bragged and your jaw dropped.

"You did!! Lucky bitch," you grumbled, flopping down on the couch in your trailer. "What did he say?"

"He was actually very down to earth. Talked about your career, his show later and also weirdly where to get the best veggie tacos from," he finished and you chuckled.

"Random," you agreed.

"He also may have invited you backstage at his show tonight," he smirked and you squealed.

"NO WAY!"

"Yes way," your brother responded, handing you a backstage pass.

"This is so cool Zep, what the fuck," you said in disbelief as you looked down at the pass in your hands.

"What about you though, I can't leave you to watch it alone," you said looking up at him worried. No matter how appealing the idea of Harry Styles may be, you weren't just going to abandon your brother at the drop of a hat.

"Oh don't worry about me. I'm going to watch it with Holly," he said referring to your drummer who you were convinced he had a crush on. 

"Are you now?" you smirked raising your eyebrows and he whacked you on the shoulder.

"Stop it. She's a good friend," he mumbled as he sulked off to the bedroom at the back of the trailer.

"Sure," you scoffed as he closed the door behind him. You turned a looked down at the backstage pass grinning widely and blushing a bit as you remembered how you and Harry had interacted on stage. There had been an unmistakable lust in his eyes when he had watched you and you would be lying if you said it hadn't turned you on slightly. You looked at the time and realised you had two hours before his performance. Wanting to have a shower and get out of this outfit, as well as needing something to eat, you realised you needed to be quick so you could make it to see Harry.

-

An hour and a half later you emerged, feeling fresh in a new outfit which you were very proud that you had managed to pull together in such a short amount of time. You had found a black bikini in one of your suitcases and put it on, as well as a pair of baggy orange cargo trousers which you pulled over the bikini bottoms, leaving the top button open as a tease. You felt hot and confident as you strutted towards the main stage, even though you were also simultaneously shitting yourself.  

You arrived at the stage and after showing your pass, were ushered backstage. The crowd outside was already huge, every anticipating what was predicted to be the biggest show of the festival. Even you had goosebumps because you were so excited about the show. 

"Y/N?" someone called and you whipped your head around. You spotted a middle-aged man waving at you and you moved toward him.

"Hi Y/N, I'm Jeff, Harry's manager," the man said as he stuck his hand out which you took and shook it. 

"Nice to meet you," you said politely.

"Nice to meet you too. Thanks for coming, Harry will be very pleased you're here. Been a fan of yours for a while," Jeff mentioned as you began to walk towards a tent next to the stage. You shook your head in disbelief.

"Really?!" you asked incredulously.

"Yeah, yeah, won't stop going on about you sometimes. Glad to finally put a face to the name," Jeff continued nonchalantly as if it wasn't a big deal that one of the world's most famous musicians was a fan of yours.

"Oh wow, right," you stuttered, even more shocked now. You couldn't quite believe what you were hearing. 

Jeff led you both into a gazebo area, where about 30 people were milling about, all waiting for the performance to start. Most of them were members of Harry's crew but when you entered, everyone turned towards you, slightly confused and starstruck because Y/N L/N had just entered the tent. 

You blushed awkwardly, still not quite too used to the attention you received now. Luckily Jeff led you past these people and towards the wings of the stage. You climbed up the steps, dodging all the wires and clutter on the floor and suddenly you could see the main stage in all its glory. It looked weird from this angle, you could see the huge crowd that had gathered for Harry and you were genuinely impressed he could perform in front of a crowd this big. You didn't think you could ever do something like that.

"He should be on in about 20 minutes. You can go stand over there with his friends or you're welcome to find your own spot," Jeff instructed and you nodded, slightly overwhelmed by it all. Even though you had been in the music industry for 4 years now, you had never really experienced something as huge as this.

Slightly nervously you went over to a collection of people Harry had invited to see the show backstage. It seemed like they already knew each other so you were a bit apprehensive going up to them. As you approached them, one guy turned around and spotted you.

"Hey there, Y/N right?" he introduced himself and you nodded, glad someone had introduced themselves so you wouldn't be standing awkwardly on the edge. Luckily most of the people in the group knew who you were and knew that you were coming and were very welcoming. However, you were yet to see Harry and your heart was racing in anticipation of him showing up. You could see his band taking their positions and you knew it wasn't long now. Suddenly the lights dimmed and you bounced on your feet in excitement. You looked up to the top of the stage and saw him appear, wearing a pink jacket with matching pink trousers, with H S stitched on his arse.

"Fuck," you whispered to yourself. He threw a peace sign to the crowd before the beginning of As It Was began to play and he was running down the stairs towards the screaming crowd. Your eyes lit up as you watched him before, he was so alive and his energy was so contagious, that you found yourself dancing along to every song. At one point during Lights Up you actually questioned whether you would survive this performance when he made eye contact with you mid-song. He smirked and winked and you could have died right there. Every song he sung was incredible and you loved every minute of it. After about an hour, he reached his final song.

"Coachella, you have been a delight," he announced and the crowd screamed loudly. 

"This last song was performed earlier today by a Miss Y/N L/N," he continued and you blushed a deep red as all the attention was put on you. 

"And I don't often say this, but she did a bloody good job of it. I could even say she did it better than me," he teased and you covered your face with your hands. The crowd screamed even louder at the mention of your name.

"However, I'd still like to one-up her. This is Kiwi," he finished and immediately his band started playing the tune to Kiwi. 

As he began the first chorus he locked eyes with you and sang the song to you. You couldn't look away, the tension from earlier returning. His eyes were ablaze with lust as he sang the line "such a pretty face on a pretty neck." His eye contact was so intense, that your stomach began to tense and you could feel yourself throbbing for him, embarrassed that your thighs were now slick with arousal. He smirked as he saw the effect he had on you and turned back to the audience who were loving the cheeky glances Harry was paying you. You managed to get through the entire song without completely losing it but when he spat up water at the end of the song you almost collapsed. 

"You alright there Y/N?" one of his friends asked you taking in your flustered state and you just nodded in response, having seemingly lost the ability to speak. Harry began to bow to the crowd, thanking them for tonight and then the lights fell and you were plunged into complete darkness. When the house lights rose again, Harry had disappeared and you looked around confused, not really knowing where to go next. His friends did however and you followed them back to the tent you had been in earlier. As you entered, you heard a squeal and spotted Lizzo coming toward you. She had been somewhat of a fairy godmother to you throughout your music career and you loved her dearly.

"Y/N!" she called and you grinned widely.

"Hey, bitch! You did so well!" you gushed as she pulled you into a hug.

"Aww, thanks girlie. Anyway, your man did most of the work," she smirked at you.

"He's not my man. I haven't even properly met him," you reminded her. 

"Girl, he has not shut up about you since he saw you perform this afternoon. I am sick to death of hearing about you, no offence. Anyway you better get ready to properly meet him because he's coming this way," she said and you whirled around, spotting a sweaty Harry Styles making his way towards you both. 

"Shit," you whispered, stomach filling with nerves.

"Hello there," he said grinning down at you. 

"Hello, Harry. Been quite a stalker today," you smirked, trying to sound more confident than you felt.

"Only for you," he said as he winked. Fuck this man was smooth.

"Please get a room you two," Lizzo groaned as she walked away and you blushed a deep red, hoping in the low light Harry might not notice.

"Thank you for inviting me," you expressed. "You were incredible," 

"Could say the same about you. And thank you for coming. So I could show you how to actually perform Kiwi," he teased and you smacked him on the shoulder.

"You said my cover was good!" you retorted and he chuckled, slipping an arm around your shoulder to pull you into him. 

"It is good love, just teasing you," he smirked down at you, admiring you secretly from above. "Anyway, I would like to formally invite you to the afterparty. Would you like to come?" he proposed and your heart swelled. 

"Uh, wow, that's very nice of you. I'll have to check what my brother's doing though," you said, not wanting to abandon Zep at the festival.

"He's very welcome to come as well," Harry assured and you grinned at him.

"You're very kind, let me just give him a ring," you replied pulling out your phone. After a couple of tries, you eventually got a hold of him.

"Zep?" you asked.

"Yeah," he replied, weirdly out of breath.

"Uh, we've been invited to an afterparty. Wanna go?" you asked.

"Um, I'm a bit tied up at the moment, but you go, it will be good fun Goose," he responded, still out of breath. You raised your eyebrows suspiciously.

"When you say you're tied up..." you began, smirking slightly.

"Oh fuck off Y/N!" he exclaimed and you giggled. 

"Have fun with Holly, I guess I'll stay away from the house tonight then," you teased. 

"Uh, I mean don't come back in the next hour," and you scrunched up your face in disgust.

"Ew Zep, I'm going now. I'll be back late." you grimaced not wanting to think about your brother's sex life. 

"Bye," he strained out before quickly hanging up. You pulled a face as you put your phone back into your pocket.

"Y' alright?" Harry asked as he spotted the face you were pulling.

"I am more than happy to come to this afterparty. I don't wanna go anywhere near the place I'm staying at, my brother's bought back a girl," you groaned and Harry laughed. 

"Sound's good to me. Wanna come hang out till then yeah?" and you shrugged.

"I mean, I have been sexiled from my house, so what other choice do I have?" you said as you both began walking to the trailers behind the stage.

"Sexiled?" 

"Yeah exiled because someone's having sex, god keep up Harry," you reprimanded him cheekily and he chuckled.

"Come on then, let's go get drunk," he whispered in your ear and you grinned back at him, shivers running through your body.

-

The afterparty was heaving. Luckily it was full of many people in the music industry who you had met before, so you went around having a really good time with everyone. However, you didn't really go more than 15 minutes before naturally gravitating toward Harry and hanging out with him. You both kept getting each other drinks and becoming much more flirtatious and giggly as you got tipsier and tipsier. 

At around 3am, you, Harry and a few other people were all outside singing loudly to whatever songs would come on the stereo. You were currently sitting with your feet dipped in the pool while Harry and Lizzo belted I Will Survive to each other. You laughed loudly as Harry skipped back and forward, putting on a good show. After the song finished he came over to you, sitting behind you, so you were between his legs and leaning on his chest.

"How you doing love," he asked gently and you grinned up at him.

"This has genuinely been the best day of my life," you gushed and you swore you saw something flicker in Harry's eye when you said that. It wasn't lust, it was something else. However, it vanished as soon as it appeared and was soon replaced with his cheeky grin. He slowly wrapped his arms around your waist and you sighed as he pulled you back into him.

"Wanna make it even better?" he whispered lowly in your ear and your whole body tingled with arousal.

"Hm, Mr Styles, that is a very tempting offer. One I may have to take you up on," you flirted back and he was up quicker than lightning, pulling you with him. He began to lead you to a darker area of the garden, full of palm trees and bushes. He stopped next to one palm tree, pulling you so your back was against it and you were staring up at him with lust blown eyes.

"Fuck, Y/N, can I kiss you," he breathed as you tilted your head up towards his.

"Yes, please," you gasped and you barely finished your sentence before he crashed his lips into yours, hungrily devouring you with his mouth. Your tongues slid over each other, as you explored his mouth, moaning when he grabbed your hips and pushed you into the tree harder and grabbed a handful of your bum. 

"Fuck, Harry," you moaned as he began to kiss your neck, sucking hard in places which you knew would leave a mark in the morning.

"I have been wanting to do this since your performance today," he groaned as he continued to kiss your neck. "You look exquisite in this outfit love," 

You grinned at his compliments, lifting his head up to meet yours again and pulling him into yet another passionate kiss. You ran your hands down the side of his waist and he groaned into your mouth, as your finger ran just above the belt on his jeans.

"Come home with me," he pleaded as he pulled away from you and you nodded shyly in response, wanting nothing more right now. He pulled you away from the palm tree, leading you back up the garden and into the house. You could feel eyes watching you but you ignored them all as you followed Harry through the house. He grabbed the coat that he had bought and then went out to the car that was waiting for him. The minute you had shut the car door, he crashed his lips back into yours again and you responded briefly before remembering the poor driver in the front of the car. Placing a hand on Harry's chest you shook your head.

"Wait," you scolded and he nodded quickly, already submitting to you and you smirked. You could have fun with this.

The drive home was agonising, you wanted to touch him so badly and you could tell he felt the same, as he was squeezing your leg and running his hand along the inside of your thigh. At first, you were loving the feeling of it but then you decided you wanted to mess with him a bit and show him who really was in charge. Leaning over, you pressed a kiss to his neck and then leaned up to whisper in his ear.

"Did I say you could touch me yet?" you playfully scolded and his eyes widened. He gulped and shook his head, removing his hand from your thigh. 

"That's right babe, no touching till I say you can," you ordered and he groaned slightly, loving this dominant side of you. Luckily you pulled up outside his house at this point and he quickly reached over to pull the door open. You both tumbled out, thanking the driver as you did. You barely had time to appreciate the beauty of the home Harry was staying in as he fumbled to unlock the door and dragged you through the house towards the bedroom. Before he opened the door, he pulled you into another kiss, this one deep and slow. You moaned into his mouth as his hands came up to cup your face. However, you needed more so you pushed against his arms and he got the hint and pulled away, smirking as he pulled you into the bedroom. 

"Lay down," you told him and he obeyed you, scooting backwards on the bed so he was resting against the headboard. You smirked and slowly undid the button on your trousers, letting them fall to the floor so you were just in the black bikini. He visibly swallowed, eyeing up your figure as you strutted over to the bed, crawling up his body until you were straddling his hips, your clothed core pressing down on his throbbing cock. 

"God, Y/N," he moaned as you moved your hips to grind down on him. He moved his hands to grab hold of your hips but you pushed them off.

"Remember, no touching unless I say," you scolded him and he nodded fervently, wanting to obey your every command. You leant forward and pressed long open-mouthed kisses along his neck, as your hands ran under his shirt to feel his chest. He groaned as you pinched his nipple and fumbled with the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head. You sat back, to admire his tattoos, but he groaned as you rolled over his dick again.

"Please Y/N," he begged, fisting the sheets, as you began to kiss down his chest.

"I know what you want," you teased as you fiddled with the button on his trousers. "I'll get there."

You popped his trousers open and tugged on the waist of them. He got the message and lifted up his hips so you could pull them down, along with his boxers. His member slapped up against his stomach and you had to admit, it was a lot larger than you thought it would be. 

Seductively, you moved down his body, so you were laying on your stomach between his legs. You began pressing kisses on the inside of his thighs and Harry thought he might explode just at the sight of your gorgeous body between his legs.

"Need it Y/N," he pleaded as you kept teasing him.

"Need what?" you asked back fluttering your eyes innocently.

"Need y'mouth, please."

"Since you asked so nicely," you smirked and you moved forward slightly to wrap your lips around the head of his cock, cupping his balls as you did so. He bucked up his hips, so you opened your mouth wider and took him into your mouth until you felt the tip hit the back of your throat. You slid your tongue up one side, tracing his pulsing veins and then bobbed your head back down taking him all in again. He was moaning and cursing loudly underneath you and it encouraged you to go faster. 

"Fuck, please let me touch you, please," he cried out as he took in the sight of you. Your pretty mouth wrapped around his throbbing cock, tears trailing down your cheeks, staining them with mascara. He knew he would never ever forget this image till the day he died.

"You wanna touch me?" you asked, your voice low and raspy and he nodded fervently.

"Need your words, babe," you reminded, smirking at him.

"Please," he whimpered and you gave in, undoing your bikini top as your response. His eyes were fixated on your chest as you removed it, and he quickly tucked his hands under your arms to pull you back up over him. His lips quickly met yours, much rougher this time as his hands raked down your back and under your bikini bottoms to squeeze your ass. You moaned and threw your head back, so he latched onto your nipple with his mouth, sucking and licking around it, sometimes nipping it slightly. You could feel your arousal pooling between your thighs and you knew you needed him soon. However, he had other ideas. 

"Move up," he groaned, pushing your bum forwards. You frowned slightly and then you smirked, realising what he wanted.

"You want me to sit on that pretty face?" you whispered in his ear.

"Yes, fuck, please Y/N," he groaned, so you quickly placed your knees on either side of his face. You grabbed the top of the headboard so you could balance, before looking down at him, seeing his eyes filled with excitement. He moved one hand to grip your ass and used the other to move your panties out of the way as you lowered your dripping centre onto his expectant mouth. You moaned loudly as he moved his tongue up through your folds, collecting the moisture which had gathered there, up to your clit which he sucked harshly on. You gasped loudly, never having had anyone eat you out this well before. Your head fell forward in pleasure as he continue to circle your clit with his tongue and you knew you weren't gonna last long. You closed your eyes and threaded your hands through Harry's hair and tugged which generated a moan from him.

"Fuck!" you cried out as the moan sent vibrations through you, your stomach tightening. In response, he harshly slapped your ass sending you jolting forwards, so his tongue pushed into your hole and your legs shook as you neared your orgasm. 

"God, Harry!" you moaned loudly as you tipped over the edge, your release coursing through your body. He stared up at you in awe as your gripped onto the headboard for dear life, your whole body shaking due to the orgasm ripping through you. He licked you one last time, drawing a sharp breath from you before he gently pushed you back down his body. You pressed your forehead against his as you tried to calm your breathing from the incredible orgasm you had just had. You could feel his cock pressing against you, red and leaking and you knew you need him inside you. Grabbing his shoulder you pulled him so he was on top of you, searching your eyes to figure out what you wanted.

"I need you to fuck me, Harry," you demanded and his eyes blazed with hunger as he reached over to the bedside table to pull out a condom. As he did that, you pushed your bikini down so it wasn't in the way anymore. He pulled the condom on and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"Open those legs for me darlin'," he whispered sensually in your ear and you could have come just from that alone. You wrapped your legs around his hips and he slowly pushed into you, not wanting to hurt you and letting you to adjust to his size. You groaned loudly as he stretched you out and you had never felt this full before. 

"Fuck, Harry," you breathed, your walls clenching around him and he groaned, thrusting into your slightly. You raked your nails down his back, encouraging him to thrust into you again and he did, harder this time, shocking you with how he had taken over the situation. 

"You're so tight for me," he gasped as he picked up the pace, slamming into you and you almost screamed in pleasure. This was gonna wreck you for sure. Your skin was flushed and Harry had a line of sweat on his forehead as he pounded into you again and again. Your moans turned almost pornographic as he dipped his head to suck hard on the skin between your neck and your shoulder. He was hitting the exact right spot and you couldn't get enough. His eyes darkened as your arms wrapped around his neck and they were about to snake into his hair before he grabbed your wrists with his large hand and held them down above your head.

"Don't move em," he warned as he continued to fuck you, his dominant side coming out now. His other hand snaked between you to rub your clit and you could feel yourself nearing the edge. He gripped your wrist tightly as you squirmed below him, your second orgasm ripping through you as curses and moans tumbled out of your lips in pure ecstasy. Watching you come for a second time had Harry reaching his orgasm as well and his thrusts became more clumsy as he reached the edge.

"I wanna cum," he groaned, eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

"Cum baby," you whispered in his ear, absolutely spent at this point. That tipped him over the edge and his body shuddered as he spilt into the condom, almost collapsing on top of you, just catching himself at the last moment. He released your wrists and you put them back around his neck, stroking the top of his back slightly and he nuzzled into you, still inside you, trying to slow his breathing.

"Fuck, Y/N, you are something else," he mumbled into your neck and you giggled slightly, still overwhelmed by the situation.

"That was incredible Harry," you breathed as he rolled off you, sitting up to discard the condom in a nearby bin, turning his head to admire your glistening naked body. 

"Can I get you anything?" he asked gently and your heart melted slightly. "Water? Towel?" 

"Water would be great," you smiled back, realising how dry the back of your throat felt from all the gasps and moans. 

"Course love," he said as he got up to go to the kitchen to get you some water. You admired his gorgeous body as he walked away before you swung your shaky legs over the side of the bed and padded to the bathroom. Once you had cleaned yourself up and peed you made your way back into the bedroom where Harry was waiting on the bed with two glasses of iced water. He'd put on some boxers now but stared over your naked figure hungrily as you approached him. 

"Here's your water," he said passing it to you and you took slow gentle sips as you sat back down next to him, leaning into his side. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head and you looked up, moving to press a slow and gentle kiss to his cold lips. He smiled into the kiss, it was a lot softer than before, a sort of kiss to assure each other that you were ok. 

"Thank you, Harry," you said as you placed the water on the bedside. 

"Call me H, everyone does," he told you and you nodded.

"H. I like it," you grinned, trying it out. He smiled gently back and you saw the same flicker in his eyes that you had seen by the pool. You just couldn't figure it out. 

You shivered a bit beside him, the adrenaline beginning to wear off and it didn't go unnoticed by Harry.

"Cold darlin? Can I get you some clothes," he asked and you nodded, considering that your only other options were the clothes you wore to the festival. He got up again and busied about in his closet, searching for stuff for you to wear. As he did, you sent a quick text to your brother saying you were safe and would be back in the morning. Then you snuggled down into his sheets and you could feel your eyes beginning to close. You were exhausted from the sex you just had and could barely stay awake.

"C'mon love, can't fall asleep on me just yet," you heard Harry's low voice mumble from above you and you peaked one eye open, seeing him holding some clothes in one hand and bed sheets in the other. You hummed in response, sleepily pushing yourself up to take the clothes from Harry. He chuckled at your state and sat down beside you, snaking an arm around your back to hold you up as you slipped his oversized t-shirt on and pulled a pair of his boxers up your legs.

"Can ya stand up for me, love, just wanna change the sheets," he asked and you nodded, even though your shaky legs betrayed you. Harry shook his head slightly and scooped you up, placing you in a nearby armchair as he quickly changed the sheets, so you could sleep in a clean fresh bed. After he did that, he came back over to you and after pressing a gentle kiss against your lips, he carried you back over to the bed and placed you on it. He got in on the other side and smiled as you cuddled into him, placing a hand on his chest and gently kissing his shoulder.

"Y'alright love," he asked wanting to make sure you were ok after everthing you had just done.

"Never better H," you mumbled. "You good?"

"Course, love," he said as he nuzzled his nose into your hair. You happily sighed against him as you drifted off into a dreamless slumber.

-

The light shone brightly into the room as Harry awoke, realising he'd forgotten to draw the blinds before he went to bed. He groaned slightly, feeling pressure on his arm, and once he had focused his eyes he realised it was you, back pressed into his chest and your head resting on his arm. He smiled, slightly because he couldn't believe he had woken up in a bed with you of all people. He had admired you since you started your music career, having watched your cover of his song about 100 times. He was so impressed with how you had handled it all and it helped that he thought your music was incredible. And now here you were, all snuggled up in his bed and he couldn't help but admire your peaceful form as you slept, your chest slowly rising and falling and the sun highlighting all your curves. 

As much as he thought you looked magnificent in the morning light, his arm was beginning to go numb, so he slowly removed it from under your head, trying to not wake you up and carefully climbed out of bed. He padded through to the kitchen to make you some coffee for when you woke up. As he went, he grabbed one of his favourite vinyl records and placed it on the record player, gentle music beginning to fill the kitchen. 

In the bedroom you stirred awake, immediately becoming aware of the delicious ache between your thighs. You smiled to yourself when you remembered the events of the night before and you stretched out your sore muscles as you rolled over in the bed. You were slightly surprised to find the other side empty, but you could hear the quiet music coming from the kitchen so you knew Harry was nearby. Slowly you moved to the edge of the bed, carefully placing your feet on the floor, still feeling a bit fragile from the night before. You spotted your reflection in the mirror opposite the bed and you chucked. You had been right, Harry had absolutely wrecked you. There was a scattering of love bites covering your shoulders and your neck, your hair was matted from Harry running his hands through it and there were slight bruises on your wrists from where he held them down. You didn't mind at all, it had been the best sex of your life. You stood up shakily and went to the bathroom to make yourself a bit more presentable and then as you were about to leave to go to the kitchen, you spotted something black and fluffy poking out of one of the closets. You went over and opened the door and there it was. The coat Harry had worn on his first week at Coachella. Looking at it, a wicked idea crossed your mind and you smirked to yourself.

In the kitchen, Harry was humming along to the music as he busied himself making the coffees. He didn't hear you come in but you cleared your throat making him aware you were there. Smiling, he poured the hot water into your mug, back turned to you.

"Morning love made you a..." he trailed off as he turned around and saw what you were wearing. His long black coat hung over your completely naked body, your pink wet folds were just visible underneath and he could make out the swell of your breasts. His jaw had dropped open as he took you in, and his body immediately flushed with arousal.

"Fuck Y/N," he breathed and you smirked. 

"Morning H," you giggled as you walked over to where he stood, the coat trailing behind you. As you reached him, he put your mug down and basically dropped to his knees in front of you. You threaded your hand through his hair and tugged it back so he was looking up at you.

"Right where you belong," you whispered and he groaned, seeing your dominant side coming out again.

"Fuck, baby, please can I taste you?" he begged, already moving the coat out of the way to get to your dripping centre. 

"God, yes H," you gasped and he buried his face in your folds, beginning to ravish you in his kitchen.

-

You had a small smile on your face as you and Harry drove back to your place. You were sitting sideways, legs hanging over Harry's lap and he was absentmindedly fiddling with your anklet with one hand and stroking your knee with his other. Both of you were wearing sunglasses to hide your tired eyes and you had to borrow one of Harry's jumpers to cover the mess he made on your neck and your shoulders. After eating you out in the kitchen, he'd had you on the countertop, in the shower and on the sofa. You had never met a man with such stamina before or who just knew exactly what made you tick. You were sure you had never had sex that good before and if you didn't see Harry again, you were sure you'd never have sex that good again. But also another part of you wanted to see him again because you genuinely really enjoyed his company. He was cheeky and funny, no one had made you laugh quite as much as he had, but he was also gentle and kind and had treated you so well throughout your whole time with him. 

That's why, when you pulled up outside the place you were staying, you were filled with great sadness. Harry turned to you, his brow furrowed too and leaned over to place a kiss on your lips, this time very gentle and slow. You sighed into it, wanting it never to end.

"When are you leaving Palm Springs?" he asked and you sighed. 

"Later today actually," you told him and his face dropped.

"So soon?" he queried, as the festival didn't end for another two days.

"Yeah, I have to get back to New York, my tour starts in a week and I'm nowhere near prepared enough to leave," you explained, wishing you could stay here longer, in his arms. Plus your upcoming European tour meant you would be out of America for about 4 months and there would really be no opportunity to see him anyway. 

"Oh," he muttered. "Uh, well I wish you luck with everything Y/N," He said quickly, the sweetness of his voice from earlier disappearing. You looked at him confused at this sudden change in emotion.

"Thank you, you too. Good luck with the new album," you responded and he just nodded in response. You swung your legs off him, still confused as to why he was acting like this.

"Bye," he muttered, staring at his hands and you sighed.

"I'm sorry Harry. Goodbye," you kissed him on the cheek and quickly rushed out of the car. You didn't know why you apologised you just felt as if you had done something wrong. You walked quickly to your front door and you were fumbling around with your keys when you heard a door slam behind you and your name being called. You turned around and Harry was jogging towards you, grabbing your face and pulling you into a passionate kiss. You moaned as you kissed him back, tongue slipping into his mouth and groaning as he bit on your bottom lip. Eventually, he pulled back, slightly breathless.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to see you again at some point but I guess I realised that was going to be really hard. I shouldn't have left it like that," he rushed out and you smiled at him, placing your hand on his cheek. 

"I know. Don't forget me H," you smirked and he shook his head.

"Never," he responded as you turned and unlocked the door, slipping into the house but not before blowing him a kiss. He stood there after you shut the door, feeling very mixed emotions. He couldn't believe what had just happened over the last 24 hours and while he was over the moon it had happened, he was sad it would be a while before he would see you again. He knew it wasn't just lust he felt towards you, it was something more.

part 2

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hello all! this originally was going to be a one-shot however I seem to be incapable of writing anything under 5k words so I've had to split it into two parts. the second part will come out tomorrow or the day after. hope you enjoy!

sloane xx

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can you plssss do an ig blurb with Sydney Sweeney

PREGNANT READER INSTA BLURB

summary: you are harry's girlfriend and there are rumours going round that you are pregnant with his baby

sydney sweeney

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram waiting backstage for u @harrystyles ❤️

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maudeapatow my ride or die

↳ yourinstagram miss u sm sis

y/nfan2 cutie 🥺

harryfan01 why isnt she watching the show?

↳ harryfan9 idk she hasnt been seen in public at all recently

harrystyles on my way x

tmz

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tmz is harry styles going to be a father?! pregnancy rumours circulate as harry is spotted leaving a pregnancy clinic this morning in new york

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harryfan10 poor harry and y/n, they get literally no privacy

y/nfan9 tbf y/n hasnt been seen in public at all recently so I wouldn't be surprised

harryfan13 harry wld be the cutest dad oml

y/ndailyupdates

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y/ndailyupdates this was posted on y/n's story today!!! it was taken down within seconds but people are convinced y/n is pregnant! congratulations to her and harry if its true!

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y/nfan12 she must have accidentally posted it and then deleted it immediately, poor y/n I cant imagine she wanted to reveal she was pregnant this way

harryfan01 omg i cant believe harry is going to be a daddy oml

y/nfan1 OMG TELL ME THIS IS REAL

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yourinstagram secret's out (mostly cause i still can't use instagram)

BABY STYLES DUE SOON ❤️

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maudeapatow so happy for u mama

↳ yourinstagram thank u auntie ❤️❤️

y/nfan1 omg she filmed euphoria while she was pregnant!! you would never have known

y/nfan32 IM SO HAPPY FOR U BOTH 🥺🥺

annetwist congratulations again darling xx

↳ yourinstagram couldn't have got through this without u xx

zendaya congrats my love

harrystyles my world ❤️

↳ yourinstagram you are everything to us

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harrystyles welcome to the world - 21/03/2022.

My love, you are incredible.

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harryfan19 AHHH CONGRATULATIONS

y/nfan6 how is y/n still hot even when giving birth

gemmastyles im in love already 😍

pillowpersonpp sending all my love to you both

harrystyles y/n is too tired to send this herself but she thanks you all for the kind messages and support. we are both so happy and in love.

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had fun making this one. will be posting a new fic in the coming days, been working on it for a while. hope you enjoy this!!

sloane xx

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hey, can you do something on instagram with Sadie Sink or Maya Hawke's claim? Please 🥺

absolutely i am OBSESSED with stranger things atm

FAMOUS READER INSTA BLURB

summary: you are a famous actor and singer and have just started dating harry although no one knows you are yet but people are suspicious

maya hawke

enews

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enews an unlikely pairing! y/n l/n and mr harry styles were spotted together at the brits last night!

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harryfan1 nah cos they acc look quite good together

y/nfan9 this is not the first time they've been spotted together either hmm bit sus

harryfan3 i am convinced something is going on there

yourinstagram

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yourusername daddy likes it when i sing low ;)

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y/nfan2 whatever daddy wants….daddy gets

harryfan1 you mean harry likes it when you sing low

y/nfan23 when is the next album bae?

y/nfan31 WHY DID I READ IT AS SINK LOW AHAHAH

yourbff Y/N L/N!!!

↳ yourusername 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

harryfan21 harry liked this, wonder why 🧐🧐

y/ndailyupdates

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y/ndailyupdates y/n l/n for vanity fair today, wearing the same gucci suit harry styles was pictured in for the gucci men's tailoring campaign!! coincidence? i think not

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y/nfan91 this aint a coincidence chief

y/nfan2 lowkey she wore it better

harryfan01 oh to be y/n l/n

y/nfan4 they couldn't be more obvious

harrystyles

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harrystyles Paris, Live on Tour.

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harryfan20 The best city ❤️❤️❤️

harryfan01 hi five besties

y/nfan2 isnt y/n in paris rn

↳ harryfan12 no your actually right she literally just posted omll

↳ y/nfan2 THEY HAVE TO BE DATING

yourusername

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yourusername wanna visit gusteau's 🐭

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harryfan05 ANNE AND HARRY LIKED OK ITS HAPPENING PEOPLE

yourbff bestie how many times, gusteau's does not exist

↳ yourusername i just wanted some ratatouille ffs

↳ harrystyles one ratatouille coming right up

↳ harryfan12 OMG HE COMMENTED

↳ y/nfan07 right so its official

harrystyles ma chérie ❤️

↳ harryfan14 STOOPPPP THIS IS SO CUTE OML

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a little insta blurb to keep you all going. i'm currently working on a one shot which I can hopefully post tomorrow and also a masterlist as I know many of you have been requesting it

sloane xx

[harrysfinelinevol1]

harry styles masterlist

you will find all my fics on this list, i will update this accordingly whenever a new fic is posted

thank you for supporting my work ❤️

SERIES

affection - part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 (ongoing)

y/n works for harry as his personal assistant. you've always sort of recognised you have feelings, however, chose not to act upon them due to the nature of your relationship. little did you know he also shares your affections

love on tour insta blurb - part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7 (complete)

y/n is harry's personal assistant and is currently working on his tour - this insta blurb inspired the series affection

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ONE SHOTS

palm trees and kiwis

harry meets you at coachella after watching your set backstage. you both acknowledge the element of lust between you but after acting on it you wonder if it's a bit more than that

track 5

you have been invited on the late late show to play spill your guts or fill your guts with your ex boyfriend harry. after the game he reveals something to you which makes you question everything. (this takes place just after fine line has come out)

like an angel

harry meets you at a club one day and is fascinated by you. you are a lost soul, never settling, usually found losing yourself at clubs and bars, drawing people into your vicious web only to drop them one day and never see them again. will harry fall victim to you too?

the flatshare in london

you live in a flatshare with sarah and two other girls in london in 2017. through your insistence to get sarah's talent more widely recognised, you meet a man who will change your life forever

here for you

harry is your husband and you are following him on his europe tour. halfway through you get quite sick which causes harry to get very worried about you especially because you're carrying a little secret

christmas with you

written in harry's pov. a small one-shot detailing a sweet family christmas with harry's wife and his child. he's gone overboard with presents for them both, but will a special surprise from her beat out any gift he had given?

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INSTA BLURBS

amelie star

florence pugh

stormi bree

zendaya

victoria de angelis

maya hawke

sydney sweeney

cindy kimberly

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