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call it what you want

a harry styles fic based off a taylor swift song :))

synopsis: scared that your reputation will ruin your new relationship, you decide to call if off, but Harry seems to have other ideas

Does Y/N Y/L/N do more harm than good?

Last night it seemed multiple popstars had something to say about Miss Y/L/N and how she’s been handling what some would call ‘the fall of her reputation’. This along with her recent disastrous breakup that also made headlines has people thinking that maybe Y/N Y/L/N isn’t as great as she’s made out to be.

Waking up to headlines bashing her wasn’t something Y/N particularly liked, but it was starting to become part of her everyday routine. Ever since her most recent breakup, Y/N felt like she was always living in the limelight. Although Y/N felt like she did nothing wrong, the rest of the world seemed to have a different opinion.

Everyone went through messy breakups, her’s just happened to happen with the whole world watching. That was the price she had to pay for fame: no privacy ever. When Y/N first started out, she thought it was cool that people were so interested in her life, but now she just wished that she could go out for coffee without being swarmed by paparazzi.

Now that’s not to say that Y/N wasn’t grateful for her fans, she was. What she wasn’t so grateful for were the people who felt the need to criticize and hate on every single thing she did. It made her scared to do anything really. She was scared that the people she loved would end up getting hurt. She was scared that her reputation would eventually cause her lover's reputation to fall as well.

That’s why she had to call it off.

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“Hey,” his voice was smooth as he placed a kiss on Y/N’s cheek.

“Hi,” she replied softly. Anxiety and sadness filled Y/N’s being as she sat at the table across from Harry. This was really that last thing she wanted to do, but it was necessary. She wouldn’t let what was happening in her life damage Harry or his career.

The two had done a pretty good job at keeping their blossoming relationship under wraps. It was a beautiful thing that was happening between them, that’s why it hurt Y/N so much when she had decided to end it.

“So what did you want to talk about,” Harry asked with a small smile on his face. Y/N couldn’t bear to look at him, so she focused her attention on her glass. Y/N took a deep breath before she spoke.

“I think we should end this.” Y/N didn’t want to see his reaction, so she kept her focus on the table in front of her.

“What? Why? I thought things were going good,” Harry responded, pain lacing his every word.

“It was, it is going good. I just- I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if what’s happening to me right now someday happens to you because you’re with me. I like you too much for that to happen. I won’t let that happen, so I think we should end this.” Y/N finally gathered the courage to look up at Harry. His eyebrows were furrowed and he looked angry. Silence filled the space between them as she anxiously waited for his response.

“No.”

Now it was Y/N’s turn to furrow her eyebrows. She opened, then closed, then opened her mouth again.

“No?” She repeated hesitantly.

“No,” Harry said once again, just as firmly.

“What do you mean no?”

“I mean no. I’m not letting you end this because you think that me being with you will ruin my career. I don’t care if my career crashes and burns because I was out seen with you, as long as I’m with you.”

Y/N started to feel tears fill her eyes.

“Those tabloids can write whatever they want about me, I don’t care. All I care about is being with you. Being happy with you. These past few months have been the happiest I’ve ever been and I truly think we could be something great and I’m not going to let you ruin that because of what someone who knows nothing about you is saying on twitter.”

Y/N didn’t know how to explain what she was feeling. She had just tried to end her relationship that made her feel like she was glowing because she didn’t want to ruin Harry’s reputation, and Harry said no. He said no because he didn’t care what people thought about him, as long as he was with her. Y/N didn’t even try to stop the tears from falling.

“You know, I really like you,” she whispered. Harry smiled and she thought she had never seen anything more beautiful.

“Yeah, I really like you too.”

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6 Months Later

After months of silence from both Y/N Y/L/N and Harry Styles, the two were seen out taking a stroll in Centennial park while holding hands. Many were quick to jump to the conclusion that the singers are dating, but their theories are seeming to become less and less absurd with all these new photos coming out. In the one pictured to the left, Y/N Y/L/N can be seen wearing a necklace with a sparking letter H in the center. Tacky or cute? Let us know what you think down below!

“Ha,” Y/N snorted from her spot on the couch, “H, have you seen this.” Y/N shoved her phone with the article pulled up on screen in her boyfriend’s face. Harry’s eyes filled with amusement as they scanned the news written about the two.

“Hmm, they might be right, darling. That necklace is pretty tacky,” Harry grinned. Y/N rolled her eyes before throwing her phone to the side and pulling Harry on top of her.

“They’re just jealous,” she mumbled before softly pressing her lips to his. Harry just hummed in agreement, not wanting to end the blissful kiss so soon. Y/N slowly pulled away, making Harry lean forward in an attempt to follow her lips.

“Are you upset about what they said?” Y/N asked while making eye contact.

“No, I’m not,” Harry answered sincerely. A smile broke out on Y/N’s face as her body filled with relief. After the conversation they had at the coffee shop all those months ago, Y/N and Harry decided to take their relationship to the next level, but the anxiety Y/N had of her being Harry's downfall still had lived inside her.

Y/N still remembers that night in late November when she had asked Harry if he would “run away” with her and get away from all the drama. Harry didn’t even hesitate before answering yes. No news outlets, paparazzi, or fans had heard or seen from them in months and Y/N couldn’t help but feel like she was doing better than she ever was.

Being able to just be with Harry and not having to worry about what the world was saying about them was something Y/N adored greatly, so seeing these articles sparked some anxiety in her. But after hearing Harry’s answer, she remembered that she had nothing to worry about. She had made many mistakes in the past, but her relationship with Harry was not one of them and that she knew for sure.

“What about you,” Harry said, bringing her out of her thoughts, “Are you upset about it?”

Y/N didn’t have to think about her answer. She didn’t care what people had to say about her relationship, because at the end of the day Harry knew what they had and so did Y/N, and that’s all that really mattered.

“Nope,” Y/N said with a genuine smile on her face.

“Even if they call our love tacky,” Harry joked with a pout on his lips. A laugh bubbled in Y/N’s chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“If they think my baby loving me like I'm brand new is tacky, then let them call it what they want,” she shrugged.

Harry smiled before bringing his face down to connect their lips once more.

                                 and in the death of her reputation,

                                             she felt truly alive.

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meet me in the hallway

“Get out,” her voice was raw with emotion, her eyes colored red from her tears. “I don’t ever want to see or hear from you again. Get out, now.”

“Baby, please,” his voice cracked with emotion as he reached a hand out in an attempt to hold her. Her sudden flinch was enough to make him pull his hand back. His eyes were also red, but for a different reason.

“No, you don’t get to pull that bullshit anymore. You did this to us. This is happening because of you. So now you have to live with it.” She sniffed once, trying to regain her composure. She had to be strong, at least while he was still here, standing in front of her.

“I’m sorry,” he said, hanging his head in shame. She wished she could believe him, but they had been in this situation one too many times for her to ever believe him again.

“Yeah, well it’s too late for that.” She reached over to her bed and handed him his bag of belongings. He swore he could hear his heart breaking in his chest as he cautiously took the bag from her. The girl's eyes filled with tears once more as she released his belongings and turned her back on him. She couldn’t bear seeing him walk away from her for the last time no matter what he did.

“I love you,” he croaked as he slowly made his way to her door, “I’m gonna get better. For you, I promise.” She quickly brought her hand to her mouth to stifle the sob that managed to slip past her lips. When she didn’t respond or turn around to acknowledge him, he took one last mourning glance around her apartment, then left through the door out into the hallway. As soon as she heard the sound of the door shutting, she fell to the floor and allowed her sobs to overcome her.

For a while she thought things were getting better, she thought he was getting the help he needed and they would finally be able to be happy. She didn’t realize how bad it actually was. Now she was here, lying on the floor of her bedroom cursing herself for not paying more attention.

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The boy was wandering the streets, wondering how he had screwed everything up. He didn’t have to think very hard to know the answer. Although he loved the girl and wanted to be good for her, he just wanted the morphine a little bit more. In his haze, the boy realized he was about to pass her apartment building.

Pain and regret filled his being. He wanted to see her, to explain himself, but he was sure she hated him. He was also sure that she couldn’t hate him more than he hated himself. He felt nothing but regret when he thought of what happened between them. How he allowed his addiction to get so bad that it took away the one good thing in his life, he didn’t know. He did know however, that he was going to do everything in his power to get better so that maybe one day, he could be what she deserved.

So that maybe one day, she would meet him in that hallway.