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neeeeeed grumpy!reader x sunshine!harry
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more grump harry 🙏
The people have spoken🙇‍♀️
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New York Streets & Dreams
Harry Styles, a classic New York law firm grump meets a wild spirited girl, Y/N when he argues with her on a road intersection.
Grump!harry; a grump x sunshine trope.
warnings: mention of alcohol, swearing. Suggestive language.
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The songs playing in your headphones pumped your head with a string of melodies. You hum with a smile on your face, riding your bicycle in the warm sun taking in the city around you. Your paint splattered hands, still a bit wet grip the bicycle handle as you steer it around the city.
You steer around the busy and bustling roads, whisked away in a world of your own. You paid no heed to the rushing cars, staying near the footpath. Many had often told you not to cycle, especially during rush hour since the streets would be jam packed. “Walking, driving or going in a cab isn’t the same as cycling y’know?” You’d always say when the question was risen as to why you cycle.
You were about to turn right when a series of honks stops you right in your path. You yank down your headphones harshly and look around, an annoyed look beginning to form on your face.
“You!”
You whip your head to meet that voice. You see a man, dressed in a blue blazer over a white shirt with trousers step down from his Mercedes, his face morphed into a furious expression.
“What?” You ask harshly, your bicycle still parked right in front of his car.
“Look around woman! I would’ve run you over.” He shouts at you over the loud traffic.
“I was on my side of the lane. You’re the one who decided last minute to take the turn!” You yell back with equal anger as you meet his steel gaze, your own unflinching.
“You had your headphones on! If you would’ve looked around, we wouldn’t be here!” He said, even more annoyed than before now.
“What do you want? You know what, I offer you my sincerest fucking apology! Leave me alone!” You said, your coloured hands flailing in the air.
“An apology? Thats not good enough. You need to be aware of your surroundings.” He countered, his arms crossing over his chest.
“And you need to chill out. It’s just a traffic jam!” You exclaimed, your voice a pitch higher.
“You don’t understand! I almost ran you over!” You were certain that the man in front was giving out literal smoke now.
“Yeah, well I’m still here so calm down.” You said sarcastically. Your hands come down and rest at either side of your hip.
“You’re unbelievable. I can’t do this.” He said, huffing out a breath of disbelief.
“Fine. Suit yourself.” You said shrugging as you sat on your bicycle. And began to cycle.
“Watch where you’re going!” The man yelled for the last time.
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Harry checked his watch again and again, contemplating if going out with his friends was a good decision considering how his utter shit his day had been. He had reached his office late because of a mishap that involved him arguing with a pretty girl in between a traffic jam which earned him an earful from his colleagues.
He looked around the neon street, the coloured lights metling into the dark night sky above him. He wondered, when he was the last time he went out with friends. When was the last time he went just as Harry, not as a top shot lawyer? When was the last time he didn’t think about work?
He couldn’t remember.
“Harry! I’m so happy you made it!” Lindsey, smiled and encased him in a hug.
Lindsay had been begging Harry to join her and her friends since the last two months. Harry as always, had politely refused saying that his workload was far too much. However, Lindsey wasn’t short of surprise when Harry called her late this afternoon and said he wanted to join her.
“I’m only here so that I don’t have to deal with you for the next two months.” Harry said rolling his eyes playfully. Lindsey smacked his arm and dragged him in the club.
It was large semi circle couch nestled in the back corner with a mammoth sized round wood table fitted in it like a puzzle piece.
Lindsey dragged Harry all the way to the back of the club where he spotted a few familiar faces. All of them waved to Harry and Harry said to hi them.
“Where’s Y/N?” Lindsey asked as she slid onto the seat.
“In the washroom.” A friend, Niall said before downing a shot in one go earning an impressed looking from Harry in return.
“You’ll love Y/N.” Lindsey said, winking at Harry who was still standing. He only gave her a slight smile.
Harry was about to go to the washroom before a voice boomed, seeming quite familiar.
“You! Oh my God you’re stalking me!” You yelled at him, your face showing how furious you are. Everyone at the table stopped eating and drinking because all their focus was fixated on you.
“What the fuck!” Harry said, his eyes widening at the accusation you hurled at him.
“You try to kill me first and now that I’m alive even after your murder attempt, you decide to do the deed here.” You said, referring to his attempt at ‘mudering’.
“Are you stupid?” Harry asked you in utter disbelief.
“No but I have a gun!” You said, not realising that you hadn’t even brought your purse with you tonight.
“Yeah, well where is it then?” Harry asked you, crossing his arms as he eyed you up and down like a predator assessing his prey.
“It’s none of your business!” You yell at him, realising that he caught you lying red handed. You size him up, your arms crossing over your chest.
“So I guess you two have met already. Harry this is Y/N, Y/N this is Harry.” Lindsey murmured from her side of the table, the overhanging lamp illuminating only a small part of her face.
“For the record, you and I know both know I didn’t try to kill you.” Harry said, his eyebrows raised as a wary look danced in his eyes.
“Fine.” You said.
“Great now that’s over, let’s get this party started!” Niall yelled, with excitement as the whole table broke out in a couple of hoots.
As the night proceeded, you downed drink after drink and danced like there would be no tomorrow. The lights flashing around you merged into your skin. The music blaring around you was pumping life into you.
In the corner of your eye, you see Harry who was leaning against the wall, a drink that he had been drinking for the past half hour still in his hand as he looked around with a bored look etched on his face. You walk toward him, your steps much more confident now because of a few drinks you had.
If your circumstance wasn’t so compelling you might have thought Harry to be quite an attractive man. You could make out the sculpted muscles of his biceps and abdomen through his shirt.
Harry watched you intently, drinking in your frame with every movement of yours. He didn’t fail to notice how wondrous your body looked in that little white dress you paired with a metal chain waist belt which had blue stones engraved on it, resting on the swell of your hips.
“You look as if you’re at a funeral.” You snickered, coming to stand close to him. Your forearms touch and you feel your focus narrow to the sparks of fire you felt coming from there.
Harry let his lips show a sliver of smile, a chuckle coming out of him.
“Ah well I’m not really in the mood to dance or party tonight.” Harry said shrugging slightly.
“What! You’re at a club, with such amazing people. Come on, if you’re not gonna dance on your own then dance with me.” You said smiling at him as your turn your face to look at him, admiring how the dancing lights accentuated his eyes and upraised cheekbones and his plush lips.
“You’re drunk, arent ya?” Harry asked you.
“It takes me more than three sleazy drinks to get drunk.” You said patting his arm.
“Well, I can’t really dance.” Harry said, evidently stalling like a five year old.
“It’s about having fun Harry.”
Those words somehow snapped a leash on Harry which he didn’t know existed. You extended your hand towards him that he gladly took.
Harry never knew he could have that much fun. He danced all night with you, drinking to his hearts content and screaming every song that played, even the ones he swore he’d never listen, ‘stupid pop music’ he called those same songs.
His hands were on your waist now and you broke out in a string of giggles, the alcohol in your system heightening every feeling. Harry looked at you and marvelled at your face, how pretty it looked and smiled at you softly drawing you closer to him.
“If you hadn’t tried mudering me this morning, I would’ve called you handsome y’know.” You said flicking his nose.
“I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to murder you.” Harry said smiling.
“God, you’re so handsome Harry.”
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Harry woke up with a groan as he clutched his head. He looked around and found himself in a room he couldn’t recognise. There were sun catchers hanging from the large window which was installed, as large as a wall casting sparkles all over the room. There were plush colourful stuff toys strewn all over the orange couch opposite to the bed he found himself in. He looked over and saw you sleeping.
The sight of you alone nearly knocked out his breath.
You slowly you open your eyes and once the realisation hits, you scramble out of the bed, looking at yourself and then Harry. You were in an oversized tee shirt of yours while Harry was in a pair of boxers.
“Did we?” You ask him, standing barefoot at your wooden floor.
“No, we were too out of it.” Harry said looking at you.
“Oh thank God.” You sighed, your shoulders slumping. “Wait, it’s not like I don’t want to do it with you, seriously don’t take it that way-”
“Hmmm.” Harry hummed, clearly amused with your state of chaos.
“I dont want to do it with you if we’re like.. drunk and all. I’d rather be stone cold sober.” You said.
“I’ll keep that in mind Y/N.” Harry said chuckling.
“Oh my God I’ll just shut up.” You said, covering your face with your hand.
Harry looked at the time and got up, stretching. You avoided the urge to look at his sculpted arms, chest and stomach but you managed to sneak in a few glances.
“I’ve got a case to prepare for. I’ll text you in a few.” Harry said as he buttoned his white shirt.
“You don’t have my number.” You said.
“But Lindsey does.” Harry said shrugging.
He wore his trousers and grabbed his stuff. Before leaving he ran a hand over your hair playfully. He then snaked an arm around your waist and tugged you towards him. You bit down a gasp at the sudden movement and closeness that was now there.
“I’d kiss you if i wasn’t so late for work.” Harry said.
“Are you making excuses Harry?” You said, peering up at him as you rested your hands on his chest.
“I’m waiting for the right moment Love.” He said.
He dipped his head and kissed the corner of your lips. He slowly moved his lips over yours. You could feel them hovering over yours. You could imagine and feel how kissing him would be like, sparks running down your bones and veins.
“I’ll see you.” Harry said, kissing your cheek before leaving for work.
You felt yourself melt into a puddle of emotions and glitter as you sank to the floor with a youthful smile on your face.
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Harry, in all his corporate glory was late to pick you up tonight. Meaning, he had no time to change his clothes which is why he stood at your door, in his black trousers and ruffled white shirt, a single rose he plucked from his office garden dangling from his hand.
Harry most positively hated everyone. He hated large crowds. He hated too much colour. He’d rather live life in black and white but you brought about a change. A change dripping with colours and laughter and undiluted joy.
He rang your doorbell which was splattered with coloured fingerprints, probably yours.
“Hi.” You said, emerging out of the apartment which was installed above your art studio where you took classes and painted by yourself.
“You look beautiful.” Harry said, as you dressed up in a short white satin skirt which you paired with a yellow top. Your cowboy boots clicked with every step.
“You look like… you came straight from work.” You said chuckling.
“That’s because I did.” Harry said as he handed you over the single rose, already whitering.
“Cute.” You said.
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Harry looked around the restraunt, sitting opposite to you. It hadn’t occurred to him how silent and how much of a grump he had been all evening. You observed him silently, waiting for a sliver of conversation to appear between you two.
“Get up.” You said, breaking Harry out of his daze.
“What?”
“Did I stutter? Here’s my half of the bill, give yours and let’s get the hell out of here.” You said callinh a waiter, giving her half as you waited for Harry. He handed her his half as well and stood up and followed her out.
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Harry had no clue you bring him here out of all the places he could think of. You handed over Harry his rollerskates, a devious smile on your face.
“No.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked around the skating rink, purple lights flashing all over his face.
“Come on, don’t be a sour sport.” You said lacing your shoes.
“We could have had a nice dinner-”
“Not with you ignoring me all night Harry.” You shot back before he could finish his sentence. “I don’t know what was bothering you but now we’re here. You’ll only have fun if you let go.” You added gently.
“Fine.” Harry said as he laced his shoes and stepped into a rink.
Harry holds your hand as you guide him, picking up pace gradually. You smile at him as you leave his hand and circle around him, twirling like a small child. You let out a laugh as Harry yanks to his side, almost making you two fall down on the ground.
“Harry!” You squeal as his hand reaches your waist and pulls you towards him.
“What?” He asks, feigning innocence, gliding with you effortlessly. You jab his side causing him to let go. You poke your tongue at him and skate away backwards, your eyes at him.
Harry tries to skate as fast as you but ends up almost tripping. “Come here Y/N!” He says, from one end his face full of joy.
You slowly glide towards him and interlace your hands with his. You pull him towards yourself this time and rest your arms on his neck, a smile on his lips at your movement.
“You look very beautiful tonight Love.” Harry said, an idle coming to rest at the curve of your back.
“You happened to mention it earlier.” You said blushing.
Harry looked at you and realised how much you meant to him. He realised that he in fact didn’t how to have fun or let loose before he met you. Hell, he’s even rollerblading with you. Harry felt free. Harry felt himself. Harry felt at home.
And perhaps that’s why he kissed you.
His hand reached out, cupping your cheek while the other reached the nape of your neck. His touch sent shivers down your spine. And there it was, without a word he kissed.
Harry kissed you and the world slowed down.
In that moment, all colours merged into one. Your focus narrowed down to the entirety of the kiss and how it felt to move your tongue against his, savouring him slowly and sinfully.
Harry pulled away and looked into yours. His being a pool of utter joy and happiness. He picked you up slightly, sounds of laughter of coming out of the two of you.
“It’s the Rollerblading, I tell ya.” Harry said smiling.
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You were sitting in your art studio all by yourself when the bell rang. You found it peculiar since you had no classes scheduled today. You wiped your hands off a towel and opened the door to see Harry, dressed in normal clothes for the first time in months.
You and Harry had been meeting on and off for a quite a while now. Kissing him, cuddling him, simply staying with him brought you happiness and same was for harry. You saw him open up to new things like dancing in the rain, going to McDonalds at midnight, screaming songs and appreciate life.
“How can I help you today?” You ask him, your arms coming to rest at either shoulder as he pulled you in and kissed you hard and slow.
He pulled away and shifted on his feet.
“What’s wrong?” You asked him as you sat back on your seat and began finishing your painting.
Harry fished out a piece of paper and started reading, a smile of amusement on your face.
“Y/N, you’re the reason I feel no shame in singing at the top of my lungs or at skinny dipping late night. You make me live. And I know I’m not what you want and I know I’m an arrogant son of a bitch but the minute I saw you at the intersection, I knew was I fucked. So-” Harry stopped mid way, crumbled the letter and looked at you, his gaze unflinching as he asked, “Will you be my girlfriend?”
“Yes. A thousand times yes.” You said as you ran over to him, your painted hands grabbing his face as you kissed him with all your might.
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Good Girls
summary: Harry finds out that his goody two shoes neighbour is actually quite far from that. Based on the song, Good Girls by 5 Seconds Of Summer.
fratboy!harry era; a frenemies to lovers trope.
warnings: mention of alcohol, sex, the pressure to be perfect
“Good girls are bad girls that haven’t been caught.”
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Harry enjoyed walking at night. He enjoyed strolling through his neighbourhood, which consisted of two parallel rows of houses, separated by a black strip of road. Harry was content and blissfully silent as he walked with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket and a sweet melody of a song he just recently heard swirling in his head.
“Jesus…. Fucking….. Christ.”
Harry heard someone mutter these words under their breath, to be more particular he heard a girl. He recognised the voice but wasn’t quite sure of his assumption as he whipped his head in the direction of that voice.
He saw a girl climb down the window of her bedroom. Muttering ‘fuck’ or ‘shit’ at every misstep of hers. He saw the girl skilfully yet so clumsily climb down, placing her hands in the nooks and corners of the brick lined house.
The girl jumped down and ran a hand over her jeans. She looked into the window, squinting to look at herself and ran a hand through her hair, ruffling it to messy perfection.
Harry finally recognised the girl, it was y/n. You looked different, very different from the girl who goes to ballet practice every morning before school, very different from the soft spoken girl in school and very different from the girl his mom spoke of with such fondness everytime you dropped off brownies, which was usually once a week.
“Y/n? What a surprise.” Harry smugly said.
You turned around with a look of shock on your face. Your eyes were wide open. You looked at him with a sheepish smile and began to go through excuses.
“Never imagined to see you sneaking out.” Harry added, crossing his arms over his chest a sly smile on his face.
“It’s for…. It’s for science.” You quickly said, your hands going behind your back.
“Oh yes yes. Forgot about the assignment, silly me.” Harry deadpanned. You roll your eyes at his response and huffed a breath.
“Listen, im sure we can come to an agreement or at least a conclusion yeah?” You reasoned.
“What?” Harry asked you, confused.
“You can’t tell anyone you saw me. No one. Not even your best friend, Lewis was it?” You mumble the last part under your breath.
“Louis.” He corrected you.
“Same thing Styles.” You rolled your eyes.
“Glad to see the mask is off.” Harry said, musing at your behaviour.
He had interacted with you plenty of times but none of those interactions were like this. He had seen you around school, hugging your books as you walked through the hallways with a smile on your face chatting with your best friend. Other times, he saw you at the doorstep of his house with your brownies in hand which he loved but wouldn’t admit. You always seemed to have a quiet, and soft spoken demeanour so seeing you like this, sneaking out and dressed up in something which wasn’t your school uniform or your ballet clothes was a surprise for Harry. Moreover seeing you sneak out of your bedroom window caught him off guard.
“Mask? What mask?” You joked, knowing well that Harry didn’t expect this out of you. “Well, pleasure meeting you at this hour Styles but I have places to be.” You said nodding your head.
“For the science project?” He asked you, a sly and knowing smile on his face.
“Exactly. Need to observe human behaviour in a club. Possibly even document the outcomes of underage drinking.” You said chuckling.
“Well, I won’t keep you from doing your homework then.”
“Great. I’ll see you around.” You said smiling as you booked a cab from your phone.
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Harry wondered about you after your little impromptu interaction with him. He saw you around school but you were always busy, your nose either stuck in a book or in school assignments.
You both made eye contact now in the hallways, but you would quickly divert your gaze after giving him a small smile. Harry wanted to be friends with you. He had no reason as to why. He simply wanted to.
Harry’s train of thought was disrupted when his phone began to rang. Ems the caller name displayed. Emily and Harry had a peculiar arrangement, they would have sex, go to parties together and were almost always together yet they weren’t dating.
“Hello?” Harry spoke.
“Harry! You forgot to pick me up from ballet. We’ll get late for Jaspers party!” Emily huffed.
“I’ll be there in ten minutes.” Harry said, getting up from the comfort of his sofa.
“Great, I’ll stretch some more then.”
Harry reached the studio in a matter of ten minutes just as he promised. He searched for Emily and found her laughing with a few girls. Emily spotted him and ran towards him, a smile on her face.
“Oh my God, thank fuck you made it in time.” She said with a breathy laugh. “I’m a man of my word.” Harry replied. “Give me fifteen minutes, need to change and all.” She said and hurried off.
Harry roamed around the studio. He heard the sound of a piano playing accompanied with a few frustrated groans. He saw you, dressed up in a white leotard with a baby pink flowy skirt. Your hair was in a braid, you put it in a bun harshly.
“Listen y/n, you’ve been at it for the past two hours. Take a break.” The man at the piano reasoned. You shot daggers at him.
“Start playing.” You simply said.
The man started to play. Harry saw you twirl and move with more grace than the pianist. Your face was etched in an expression of pain and a few quiet whimpers left your lips with every twirl yet you kept going. You powered through and once the piece was over, you fell to the ground, your chest caving in with every breathe.
“Listen Matt, we just need to go through the part before the temps de l’ange.” You said, still breathless.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself y/n, you’re really doing good. I’m going home now, so should you.” Matt said picking up his stuff and leaving you on the floor.
You sighed and got up. You winced with every time step you took towards the door.
“Need any help?” Harry asked you. You look at him with an expression mixed with exhaustion and surprise.
“Why are you here?” You ask him.
“I’m here to pick up Emily.” Harry said. You grimaced at the sound of her name and mumbled a ‘right’ as you continued to walk.
“You won’t make it all the way to the door like this.” Harry said, an edge of concern in his voice.
“Don’t worry. I’m used to it.” You curtly said.
It didn’t take long for you realise that he was right. You simply sat down on the floor without saying a word. You began to remove your shoes and whimpered with pain.
“That doesn’t look good.” Harry said, his eyebrows scrunched in concern as hovered over you, his gaze fixated on your bleeding feet.
“Thank you Harry.” You said sarcastically.
“I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Just leave me alone. I’m having a shit day.” You said in frustration. You let your bun fall down, cascading into a loose and messy braid.
“Come on,” Harry said stretching his hand out to you. You debated on whether to take it or not. You decided to take his hand since he was right, there was no way you would make it to the door without hurting yourself.
“Ow..ow.. you’re too fast Harry slow down.” You said in between breaths of pain. Harry slowed down, your hand still encased tightly in his as he made you walk to your bag. You picked up your bag and slipped into more comfortable shoes.
In this distance, you saw Emily walking towards you and Harry dressed up in a tight mini dress. You had nothing against wearing tight dresses but seeing Emily wear a dress that looked as if it suffocated her made you scowl.
“Y/n hi, i didn’t know you and Harry are friends.” Emily said, eyeing Harry with a hardened gaze.
“Because we aren’t.” You said firmly. Harry stiffened a bit at your words. However, the reality of your interactions with him was that they were by coincidence, being in the right place at the right time perhaps. Harry understood this, he understood that you two were nothing but mere acquaintances and the more ironical thing about your circumstance was that you stood a far better chance at being friends with his mother (which you were) than with him, unlike his other friends.
“Oh.” Emily said curtly. She tucked her hair behind her ear and gestured for Harry to come to her side. “I’ll see you around.” Emily mumbled as she left.
“Will I see you at Jasper’s tonight?” Harry asked you. “I’d rather die.” You replied back, a slight smile on your face. “Till we meet again Styles.” You said, extending your hand to him. He shook your hand and replied with, “till we meet again.”
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The night sky felt alluring. You could feel it’s magnetic field reach out to you and call you. The air was cool and gentle as it blew around your bare arms and legs. You sighed contently and took a hit of the cigarette perched in your hand.
You were sitting on the grass, your legs stretched out to the road. You liked how quiet it was.
You took a hit of your cigarette, watching the smoke circle above your head. In the distance, you saw a muscular figure make its way towards you. You were about to get up but you heard the figure shout out your name.
“Y/n!” It was Harry.
He ran up to you and scanned his eyes over your relaxed figure.
“We need to stop meeting like this.” You said making Harry crack into a bright and pearly smile.
“Wanna sit?” You ask him, as you patted down at the free space next to you.
“Sure.” Harry said while he sat down, his legs own bare legs touching your cold ones. You felt your whole focus narrow down to the part where your thighs touched.
“Didn’t know you smoked.” Harry said, his eyes showing an incredulous look.
“There’s a lot you didn’t know.” You said shrugging lightly.
“Seems so. I didn’t know that you sneak out, drink, smoke-”
“I get it Styles.” You said, halting Harry’s long list of all the things he didn’t know about you. Harry chuckled at your response.
“How’s your foot?” Harry asked you. You only rolled your eyes as you disposed off the cigarette.
“It’s fine. Nothing big.” You said, your eyes set straight at the road.
“I don’t like Emily.” Harry blurted out, his words a bit haywire, an indication that he was drunk.
“You’re drunk Harry.” You said.
“Tipsy.” He corrected you before he continued, “don’t get me wrong, she’s pretty and nice but is it so scandalous to admit the fact that she tires me?” Harry sighed.
“Tires you?”
“Like a record player you know. At first, you’re fascinated, then you like it and then you’re obsessed but after a while you realise, ‘shit, it’s the same thing over and over again’ and then you want something different. Something real.”
“Wise words Styles.”
“You don’t understand me.” Harry grumbled rolling his eyes.
“What, I do!”
“No you don’t.”
“I understand how it feels when you’re living your life according to the likes of others. I understand how it feels when you’re walking on eggshells, afraid that one wrong move and everyone’s going to see who you are under that facade. I understand how it feels to be suffocated. I understand Harry.” You mumbled the last part in a quiet voice.
“Shit man, welcome to the club.” Harry said, slinging an arm across your shoulders as he brought you closer to him.
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As the months passed by, you and Harry became attached at the hip. You no longer passed him small and shy smiles but would wave at him with full enthusiasm and he would often steal you away from your friends just because he needed a dose of ‘reality’ when he spent too much time around Emily.
Tonight, you had promised Harry to take him to the places you would vanish to in the night. Harry was apprehensive at first, any experience he had when it came to drinking and partying came from high school house parties. You somehow convinced him with a few hugs and slobbery kisses on his cheek.
You climbed down the balcony of your house, Harry watched you intently with every step his hands open to catch you if you fell. You got off with a jump, running your hands over your skirt.
“Graceful.” Harry said. He offered you his hand which you took, ignoring the faint warmth that rose up to your cheeks.
It was a ten minute drive to the club you usually went. Harry couldn’t help but wince at how loud the music was at first but as time passed he began to let lose. You both had downed a couple of drinks and spent the night in each others arms, close enough to have your hearts beat in synchronisation.
“Have I told you how pretty you are?” You said to Harry as you put a hand on his face. Harry leaned into your hand and closed his eyes giving you a lazy smile.
“No.” He said.
“Well I think you’re really very pretty.” You said hiccuping, a slight giggle passing through your painted lips. “Keep it coming y/n.” Harry said, a smug smile on his face. You roll your eyes and draw your hand down to your side.
“We should head home. Got school tomorrow.” You said and Harry groaned. “We can skip.” He said, a glint of mischievousness in his eyes. “Nope.” You said shaking your head no. “Why don’t you try skipping school.” Harry pleased and you immediately shut him up by placing your hand on his mouth.
“We’re leaving now and I’ll pick you up for school tomorrow.” You said. Harry licked your hand and you squealed. You took a step back but Harry pulled you closer, a hand on your waist as he tugged you towards him.
“Fine.” He said defeated. You smiled and kissed his cheek.
You wanted to stay here, in his arms and not leave his warm and strong embrace. You mentally slapped yourself in the face for thinking like this. You told yourself that Harry didn’t want you. He wanted someone pretty, someone who would got to house parties and post about them, someone who everyone admired, someone who everyone loved and wanted to be friends with.
He didn’t want someone who hides behind a carefully curated identity of ambiguity, he didn’t want someone who would purposely go into self destruct mode, someone who buried themselves in work, someone who no one liked, someone who no one knew about and more importantly he didn’t want someone like you.
Harry one the other hand was fully convinced that he wanted no one other than you. There was nothing more he wanted than to hear you laugh because of him, to spend his days with you and simply bask in your presence.
“You there?” Harry asked you, bring you out of your trance. You looked up at him and gave him a smile. “Yeah.”
You needed to get away from him before you fell even harder.
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Harry wondered what went wrong.
The two of you had last talked a week ago. Harry noticed that you had been running away or at least seemed to run away from him. He had seen you once or twice when you came to drop off your brownies. Other than that, you were usually drowning yourself in school work and spent your nights studying rather than sneaking out. At least that’s what Harry thought.
You would sneak out every night or two around one or two a.m and would return by four in the morning which gave you three hours of sleep in total. You spent your time in school studying and answering all questions asked in class diligently, like the person everyone in school thought you were. You practiced ballet every day, until you felt your bones and legs cleave into two, hoping to suppress the roaring in your head whenever you thought about harry.
Today however had been a difficult storm to hone. You had finished baking your batch of brownies and headed to Harry’s house. You hoped he wasn’t there although it was a holiday. A part of you wished that he were with his friends or even Emily while the other part of you missed him. Missed him in a way that you believed was best left unattended to.
You rang the doorbell of his house and were greeted by the warmth of his mother.
“Y/n! Oh how I missed your brownies.” Anne said hugging you tight.
You smiled at her and handed her the container. “Made them the way you like.” You said.
“With extra love?” Anne asked you, a glint of happiness and adore in her eyes.
“Of course. Always with extra love.” You said, shoving your hands in the pockets of your jacket.“Well I best be going.” You said.
“Nonsense. Come in for a cup of tea. It’s the least I can do for you.” Anne said, holding the door wide open for you to enter. She didn’t give you the time to say no or to even think about her offer as she pulled you in and shut the door close.
Harry’s house always smelt like fresh cut flowers and honey. It was warm and welcoming. You followed Anne to the kitchen, a wince forming on your lips as you walked owing to your swollen ankles. You were over worked and exhausted but you needed to an escape from the plague of thoughts Harry left in your head.
But here, standing next to Harry’s mother in his own house was no remedy to the illness that plagued you in your head and heart.
“How is school going?” Anne asked you as she brewed tea. She set down three cups instead of two on the counter top.
“School is good. Just a lot of work and studying.” You said shrugging cooly.
“If Harry worked half as hard as you, I’d more than happy with him.” Anne choked on a laugh. You gave her a weak and small smile.
“I’m glad that such things are being said about me.” A voice from the stairs said.
It was Harry.
You turn around to meet his gaze. He looked effortlessly beautiful in a plain white tee shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. You wondered if he knew that fact about him since there was no one to tell him that other than your occasional drunken self.
“Hi.” You breathed out.
“Hey.” Harry said, his eyes narrowing at your frame. He walked closer to you, his eyes not leaving your face. You felt yourself burn and heat under his gaze but you kept your posture high and stiff.
“Can we talk?” Harry asked you in a quiet voice.
You never noticed how close the both of you stood to one another until today. You never noticed how you would find yourself leaning into him, as if it were second nature until today. You never noticed that there was an undertone of love in his eyes when he was around until today.
“Yeah.” You said. Harry held you by his wrist and took you up his room.
You sat down on the edge of his bed as he stood at the doorframe, his arms crossed and lips pursed in contemplation as if he were wondering what to say.
“Why have you been avoiding me?” Harry asked you, breaking the icy silence between the both of you.
“I’m not.” You replied, your voice far and distant.
“Bullshit.”
“It’s… it’s difficult.” You said.
“Not if you explain it to me y/n.” Harry said, walking close to you and held your hands in his. A silent plead. A whisper of love. A promise of acceptance.
You hated this. You hated being so vulnerable in front of him. You hated knowing the fact that he could strike where it would hurt the most with only words.
But you had to. You had to wear your heart on your sleeve just as he had done repeatedly. If not for him, then for your own sanity.
“I like you Harry. Fuck, do you know how difficult it is to fall for your best friend and also be aware of the fact that you’re not good enough for him?” You said. Harry’s grip on your hands only tightened at your confession. He was silent. Quiet.
“Say something. Please.” The last word came out as a weak whisper. Harry brought his head closer to yours, your eyebrows touching each other as he held you in the embrace of a lover who had longed for this, longed for you.
“Y/n, you’re far too good for me. Screw Emily, I don’t want her. I don’t want any of the things people think I do. You’re the reason I smile everyday and it pains me that you don’t know that. I love you y/n, like it or not I do and there’s nothing you can do or say that’ll change that. If anything, I might be the one who’s not good enough for you.” He said, his eyebrows scrunched in sorrow at the thought of you thinking you’re not enough for him.
“What! No Harry. You’re everything I want. Don’t ever think that.” You said.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked you.
You didn’t let him speak further as you crashed your lips onto his, letting pure and sweet oblivion sweep away every thought of insecurity and uncertainty that crashed through you.
This was real.
He was real.
Harry broke the kiss, his hand caressing your face.
“I promise to take care of you y/n. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.” He said before kissing you again.
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kiwi!y/n is the most relatable y/n ever
Y’all to kiwi!y/n (*that one TikTok audio…)
I’m just like you … you’re just like me
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sweet-creature101 · 1 year
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kiwi was so real for saying she wasn’t weak while she was crying
I wanted to write something that resonated with everyone, especially people like kiwi!y/n. I’m glad you liked it. Thank you for your response!
all the love <3
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kiwi is so good! so happy we got a part 2!! thanks sm for sharing 🥰🥰🥰
oh my god thank you😭 love you <33
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Kiwi
Summary: Harry and y/n meet after a long time. Harry sees that y/n’s the same yet also very different from the girl he first set eyes on.
famous!harry ; part one
warnings: mention of alcohol, substances, abuse, sex
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Harry felt his heart rip to shreds and break apart as he saw he you leave. Albeit he wasted no time in reminding himself that he shouldn’t feel this way. He kept on chanting things like I don’t like her, I don’t like being around her, she’s obnoxious, her head’s too far up her ass.
The real tragedy was that Harry had dated the most affluent of all women, beautiful models and actresses yet he found himself peering at Sarah’s phone everytime it rang, hoping it would be you.
He would dream of you, consciously and subconsciously. It were as if every fibre in Harry’s body told him that he missed you and how your skin felt next to his, and Harry being as arrogant as possible only brushed off the feeling.
Harry wondered about you, where you were and what your were doing at times. He knew you were touring with 5 Seconds Of Summer. He knew you had helped them write their album, Youngblood. Harry had played that album out of curiosity and immediately recognised your work which consisted of youngblood, want you back and empty wallets.
He had fallen into a new and mudane routine, one of checking everyone’s stories and posts on Instagram. Harry happened to check Luke Hemming’s private account, and he saw Polaroid’s of you.
In one, you were naked lying on your stomach as a white blanket only covered you up to the curve your spine, little modesty but enough to cover your ass. In another, Luke had an arm snaked around your waist with a smile etched on his face as you laughed with a hand covering your face. And in the last polariod, your back was against Luke’s chest, his hands around your waist as you lean towards him. It seemed as if your were about to kiss him.
Harry couldn’t sleep that night.
And that’s how the intial steps of engineering Fine Line took place, with sleepless nights and daydreams of you.
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Fine Line in a single word was an absolute and utter success. Harry felt as if he had been catapulted straight into intense limelight and scrutiny. Everything he did was placed under a microscope, although he was used to it by now.
Harry hummed the melody of She, one of his favourite songs in the album. The muse, undoubtedly being you. The pencil in his hand bounced up and down. He was going through some last minute tour arrangements. He was excited to say the least, Love On Tour was coming together and that exhilarated him.
“Be quiet I’m calling y/n.” Sarah told him. Harry hadn’t heard from you in a long time. You had phoned him a few months ago, to congratulate him.
“Hello?” Harry spoke into the speaker of his phone.
“Hi Harry.” You spoke. Harry felt his heartbeat go haywire at the sound of your voice.
“Aah, to what do I owe this pleasure y/n?” He tried his best to sound calm and collected, afraid his voice might betray him.
“Just wanted to congratulate you. You’ve done some great work on the album Harry.” You said, your voice soft and sweet.
“Thank you Love. How’s everything going with you?” He needed an excuse to hear your voice.
“Same old stuff. Play this show, play that show, write this song and write that song y’know. Really need a break.” You muttered, huffing out a breath in annoyance.
“How’s everything with you?” You added.
“Good. Even better now actually that I don’t have someone like you up my ass the whole time. Songwriting without you is less stressful.” Harry said chuckling.
You feigned shock, a very dramatic gasp leaving your lips. “And here I was thinking we’ve begun to tolerate each other.”
“I know; I know. You could be a bit more subtle when it comes to telling me how much you like me y/n.”
“Like you?! Seriously Harry?! I can barely even look at you without hurling my guts out.”
“Why are you calling y/n?” Harry asked Sarah.
“Because Mitch and I want her at the party Haz.” Sarah said rolling her eyes.
Every year, Sarah and Mitch host a Halloween party. The kind of party that never goes the way it’s supposed to go. It ends up with at least one person missing for a few days. The last time it happened to be Harry, who found himself in a motel, five hours away from their place after he sobered up. Funky times, he called it.
“Quiet as a mouse.” He said, pretending to zip his lips.
“Y/n! Lovie how are you?” Sarah spoke, her voice warm and a lovely smile on her face as she heard you speak. “That’s great! Are you free this Saturday?” Sarah spoke. Harry wish the phone were on speaker, he wanted to hear your voice again. “Yes…. No! Yes, it’s a Halloween party; well the Halloween party.” Sarah was quiet for a moment, her eyebrows sinched in understanding. Sarah went quiet for a moment, whispering a “I know it’s hard.” Harry wondered what bothered you. “You can’t wear jeans! Well not unless they’re a part of your costume.” Sarah said rolling her eyes. “Listen listen, slow down! You can stay at my place yeah?”
“Oh my god I love you I love you I love you. See you. Mwah.” Sarah squealed after the phone call ended.
“So?” Harry asked her, a smile of anticipation on his face as he looked at Sarah.
“Oh wipe off that smile off your face. You’re insufferable.” Sarah said rolling her eyes.
“M’not!”
“We all know you like her. So you can stop with this charade.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’m talking about that look.” Sarah said raising her eyebrows at Harry who looked at her with wide eyes at her statement. “There is no look.” He huffed.
“No there is. It’s a ‘i miss y/n but I don’t like her’ look”
“No there’s not.”
“There is.”
“She’s rude, obnoxious and an unpleasant person.” Harry said crossing his arms.
“Sure sure, that’s why you wrote a whole album about her.”
“It was only a few songs!”
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The music was blaring and loud. You stood outside Mitch and Sarah’s house, contemplating if you should leave or stay. Truth be told, you were exhausted. You didn’t want to party today, not even in the slightest. You wanted to cocoon yourself and stay away from everyone tonight but Sarah convinced you to come. Even dressing up seemed like a hefty chore.
You got out of the car, muttering a thank you to the driver as you handed him his money. You ran your hands over your dress, a sigh leaving your lips. You had dressed up as a pirate, although it was Vanessa, a good friend of yours who had forced you. You intially planned on dressing up in jeans and a tee shirt.
You push through the crowd, searching for Sarah. You find her near the kitchen island with Mitch and Harry behind her. You feel your heart burn when you set your eyes on Harry. Harry was dressed up as a cowboy clad in hot pink. His arms were bare and he was wearing an open waistcoat, showing off his muscled chest. Sarah spots you and waves you.
“You dressed up!” Sarah says, encasing you in a hug. You hug her back. “Sure did.” You said smiling. Mitch huged you tight and you smile a bit at the gesture.
“That’s the finest pirate booty I’ve laid me eyes on.” Harry said, mimicking a pirate accent. You roll your eyes with a small smile as you hug him. “How’ve you been?” You ask Harry. “Tour is kicking my ass. Excited yet scared y’know.”
“Don’t worry about it you’ll do well.” You said, squeezing his hand lightly as you left the trio to themselves.
Harry noticed something was off. You would’ve retorted back to him. Hell, you would’ve done anything but roll your eyes lazily. He noticed your smile didn’t reach your eyes. You seemed sad and exhausted.
After an hour of talking and drinking Harry decided to look for you. He searched the whole house, up and down and couldn’t find you. He was worried to say the least.
He entered sarahs room, scanned it thoroughly and was about to leave but when he saw you, he felt a tug at his heart. You were in balcony, leaning against the railing with your face in your hands as your body racked with sobs. Harry didn’t know what to do.
“Y/n?” Harry whispered as he entered the balcony. He noticed that you had washed your face bare. There was nothing lining your eyes, only your bare heavy red eyes.
You look at Harry with panic ridden eyes, and immdiately begin to rub away the tears. Harry walks upto you and gently holds your hands in his.
“Hey hey it’s okay.” He shushed you.
“I don’t know why I’m crying. I’m not weak I swear.” You said, your voice heavy and hoarse.
“Never said you were.” Harry replied, holding you in his arms. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“I feel like, I don’t deserve this life. I shouldn’t be here, in the place I am today.” You said. You began to cry once more, feeling your chest become heavy.
Once that first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken stream. You bent forward where you stood on the floor, leaning against the balcony and pressing your palms to your face, as you began to cry with the force of a person vomiting on all fours.
Harry felt his heart break even more at your condition. He wanted to soothe you and would even kiss your tears away if that were the price to see you smile again.
“Why do you feel this way Love?” He asked you, tightening his arms around you.
“Because I’ve left behind people.” You said. You couldn’t control your tears.
“I’ve had to do the same y/n. It’s a part of life.” Harry said, your neck buried in chest. You could heart his heart beat through his care chest.
“No no not like that. I gave up on my mom and dad.” You said, squeezing your eyes shut hard. “I left them Harry. I saw them ruin themselves because of drugs and I left them.”
Harry was unsure of what to say. He never expected to hear such a confession from you and in all honesty, you had no clue as to why you were discussing this with Harry. But it felt right to talk to someone about it, especially if that someone was him
“We can go to my place. It’s much more quiet.”
“Okay.”
You sat down in the passenger seat of Harry’s car, looking outside. You were oddly silent. Harry started humming a song to get your attention. You still said nothing. Harry started to sing now. You still said nothing. Harry began to change songs on the radio quickly, one after the other. You still said nothing.
“You look pretty tonight.” Harry said. You only looked at him and nodded. “But the boots y/n, hideous.” He dramatically sighed. “You’ll cause a hole in the windscreen if you keep staring this hard.”
It were as if Harry was desperatly trying to say play with me. You were silent and that’s when Harry decided to pull out the big guns.
“How’s everything with that guy.. Luke Hemmings right?” Harry tried to act clueless. You only rolled your eyes at him.
“What? Broke up with him because he fucked you missionary style?” Harry said, snickering as he remebered your drunken confession.
“Your ass must be jealous of all the shit that comes out of your mouth.” You grumbled. Harry heard the smile in your voice.
“There’s the y/n I adore.” He said, a smile cracking his face.
“Shut up. You’re making too much noise. I can’t even hear myself losing the will to live.” You said as you closed your eyes and laid your head against the back of the seat.
“Great because we’re home.” Harry said as he got out and opened the car door for you. “M’lady.” He said, extending a hand towards you which you took as he led you up the elevator.
You entered the flat and realised it’s still the same. It still smelt of candles and honey. The yellow bean bags lay mushed in the same way and the coffee tables were still dusty. You look around and remembered all the fights, laughter, song writing and mini concerts that took place here. Nostalgia wasn’t very nice to you tonight.
“It’s still the same.” You said, looking around as you stood in the middle. Harry smiled at you. “Never had the time to change it up.” He walked into his room, bringing with him a tee shirt and a pair of boxers. “Thought you might want to change in something more comfortable.”
“Thank you.” You said as you walked into the washroom. You looked at your reflection and reminded yourself to get your act together. You washed your face and tied your hair up in a ponytail and slipped on the tee shirt not bothering to wear the boxers because the tee shirt was good enough at protecting your modesty.
You step outside to see Harry brewing a cup of coffee. He was dressed in a loose tee shirt and a pair of sweatpants. He smiled at you and handed you the cup.
“I’d much rather have whiskey.” You said. Harry raised his eyebrows in amusement.
“Your wish is my command.” Harry said and went to fetch you a glass. “So…” he trailed off as he brought you the glass and drank some from his.
“It was a moment of weakness. Nothing more nothinh less.” You said as you drank.
One glass multiplied to two, two multiplied to four and four came kept on multiplying until Harry had to literally pry out the glass from your hand.
“You’ll have a headache tomorrow y/n.” He said, keeping the glasses away.
“Good thing I know how to handle handle my liquor then.” You said smiling, your cheeks flush and hinted with pink. You lay down on the sofa with a thud and sigh as you stretch your legs.
“You know, I never told you this but Ive always liked coming here.”
“Really?” Harry asked you, his smile gentle and surprised. “Yeah. It’s a good reminder.”
“A reminder of what?” Harry asked you out of curiosity. “That a place away from home can feel like it.”
“This place feels like home?” He asked you, his eyes gentle and warm. “Yeah. I mean, might be the whiskey talking at this point.” You chuckled as you set the glass down.
“I think you’ve had enough.” Harry said.
“Is that a tattoo gun?” You ask, getting up and fetching the tattoo gun. A mischievous smile on your face. “Yes.” Harry said, his eyes wide in uncertainty. “Give me your hand.” You said, as you plugged in the gun into a power outlet. “I don’t think this is a good idea,”
“Shh Harry I know what I’m doing.”
You didn’t know what you were doing.
“Okay.”
You grab the gun and sit across him, thighs touching. You hold his right hand in yours and begin to tattoo half a heart on the outer part of his little finger. Harry watched you intently, brows sinched, your lower lip encased in your teeth as you carefully drew the heart.
“There.” You said once it was completed. Harry looked at you with an incredulous look, “half a heart?”
“Wait a second fuckface.” You said snorting as you the other half of the heart on your left little finger. “Give me your hand.” You said to him. Harry brought his hand next to yours and there it was, a full heart.
“We have matching tattoos.” You said, “wait, we have matching tattoos.” You repeated with a grievous tone. “HARRY WE HAVE MATCHING TATTOOS!” You exclaimed for the third time, bringing your hands to your face.
“You shouldn’t have let me use the gun.”
“You would’ve done it anyways idiot.” Harry mumbled rolling his eyes. “Besides, they’re not that bad if you look at it from a distance.” He said.
“I am pretty good at this though.” You said smugly, a smirk on your face.
“Yeah yeah wipe the smile off your face.” Harry said makinh a face at you that only made you smile wider.
You raise your hand to flick his nose but he catches your wrist in his hand. The smirk on your face faded and Harry looked at you with raised eyebrows as his hand slowly travelled to your elbow, tugging you close to him until you were almost but not fully in his lap.
“Want to try that again sweetheart?”
Everything happened far too quickly. You had lost the ability to comprehend the fact that you had reached such a juncture. You lean in, brushing your lips against his but not kissing. The fingers of your free hand trail the curve of his jaw and settle down at the base of his neck.
Harry chuckled and said “are you holding back Love?”
You look at him with glassy eyes as you remove his tee shirt. Your hands shaking and fumbling with every move. Harry removes your tee shirt hastily as if he were a hungry man begging on all fours for food. He wraps your legs around his torso and dips your backwards until the springs in the sofa begin to squeak. He cups your face in his hand, his thumbs encasing your face carefully. He kisses you. He kisses you until time topples over and you are sweeped by heavy oblivion.
“If you plan on fucking me, do it right now or else get out so I can make myself come.” You said. Harry smirked.
And then, he fucked you. He fucked you hard against the sofa, claiming you as his his. He buried himself in you again and again. Glorifying in the feel of you, your smell, your taste. He fisted his hand in your hand in your hair, holding you in place. Your legs were wrapped around his waist as sinful noises escaped your lips.
Your hands were wrapped around his hair, tugging harshly as you both felt your core muscles tighten. “Oh shit.” You whisper in his ear as you felt yourself uncoil slowly. Harry lolled his head back in his ecstasy as he reached his climax.
“Fuck, you make missionary feel good.” You said completely breathless. “That’s how you deserve to be fucked.” He said kissing you.
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“Oh my God you were fucking amazing!” Sarah said squealing as she hugged Harry.
Harry started touring again and this time, the whole world was familiar with him and his work. He was proud, he was proud of himself and his whole team but he couldn’t help missing you.
Harry and you had a certain arrangement for a while but both of you broke it off perhaps three months ago.
“Harry?” you called his name. Harry looked up at you, his eyes laden with a sheen of lust as he looked at you. “Yeah?” He asked you.
“I think we should stop.”
“Stop?”
“Hooking up i mean.” You muttered as you fiddled with the hem of Harry’s tee shirt you wore. Harry raised his eyebrows at your eyebrows at your words and rubbed his eyes.
“Why do you want to stop? I thought things were good.” Harry said, evidently confused with your behaviour. You had always been bold when it came to telling how you felt and what you wanted so seeing you like this, timid and quiet was a surprise to say the least.
“Look at us. Im wearing your tee shirt to bed, we talk all day, we’re always around each other and what not.”
“Are you afraid you’re going to catch feelings?”
“Yes.”
“That’s ridiculous. You know that i’d never do anything to hurt you.”
“Harry. We’re different people. I don’t want to tie myself down to someone. You have your career ahead of you and I have mine.” You reasoned. Truth be told, you had predicted this conversation months ago.
“I think theres something more to this y/n. Talk to me.”
“There’s nothing beyond what I said.”
“There is.”
“No there’s not.”
“Is it Luke?”
“No.”
“Stop with the curt answers and spit it out.”
“Oh fuck you Harry. I can’t deal with this right now.” You spat at him, visibly frustrated.
“It’s Luke isn’t it?”
“No it’s not. We hooked up a few times and that’s it and you shouldn’t even care. Why don’t you go and kiss Kendall’s ass like you always do.”
“What are you even trying to say? It’s impossible to have a conversation with you, Jesus.”
“You want a girlfriend. I can’t be one. You want someone who’ll kiss you out of the blue and cuddle you. I can’t be that person for you Harry so stop wasting your time with me.”
“Y/n listen to me-”
“Goodbye Harry.”
That was the last conversation he shared with you. He felt his heart clench at remembering the conversation that had taken between you two.
Harry saw Sarah rush to the door with a bright smile on her face. She was about to open the door but turned towards Harry after mumbling “oh shit.” under her breath.
“Harry.” She called out his name, drawing it out. “Yeah?”
“Y/n wants to talk to you.”
“Okay.” Harry felt his heart burn and his palms turn clammy.
“She’s outside.”
“What?” He exclaimed.
“Okay bye.” Sarah said rushing out the door.
Harry saw you stand outside the door, you hair loose and falling into straight waves with your eyes lined with your signature liner. You wore a short black dress that was sinched at your waist and fell losely at your hips with a pair or red cowboy boots.
“Hi Harry.” You said, your voice unwavering as you stood in the doorway.
“Y/n, i didn’t expect to hear from you.”
“Before you say anything, I’m sorry. I was afraid and this is all so new to me. I fucked up i know. I was too caught up on being tough and not letting you in and what not…”
“Y/n it’s fine listen,”
“No shut up and listen to me first. I’m sorry and I like you, fuck I think it’s more than that and it’s important I get this off my chest. Okay you can speak now.”
“Fuck, get over here so I can kiss you.”
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sweet-creature101 · 1 year
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i feel like kiwi!y/n is secretly a matilda girly
precisely. (no spoilers for pt2 but we’re gonna be seeing something along the lines of Matilda. Angst, what?🤡)
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MASTERLIST
1. Kiwi
Summary: Harry recently started his solo carrier and Sarah recommmeds y/n as his lead guitarist. Harry finds himself intimidated by y/n and y/n could not care less.
an enemies to lovers trope; famous!harry
part two
2. Sweet Creature
Summary: The moment harry fell in love with you.
a best friends to lovers trope; bestfriend!harry
3. Good Girls
Summary: Harry finds out that his goody two shoes neighbour is actually quite far from that. Based on the song, Good Girls by 5 Seconds Of Summer.
fratboy!harry era; a frenemies to lovers trope.
4. New York Streets and Dreams.
Summary: Harry Styles, a classic New York law firm grump meets a wild spirited girl, Y/N when he argues with her on a road intersection.
a grump x sunshine trope; lawyer!harry
A/N; I’ve recently started my blog so please be patient with me <3 Dont be afraid to send me asks!
~All the Love
B.
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Kiwi
Summary: Harry recently started his solo carrier and Sarah recommmeds y/n as his lead guitarist. Harry finds himself intimidated by y/n and y/n could not care less.
famous!harry ; an enemies to lovers trope
part two
warnings: mention of alcohol. Swearing. Suggestive language and sexual tension.
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“Come on Harry trust me on this. It won’t go downhill. She’s really good.” Sarah pleaded her case for the tenth time since the past one hour. Harry was certain she would talk his ear off.
“What was her name again?” Mitch asked Sarah.
“Y/n.”
“Sarah, I don’t know about this. I’ve known you all since a long time and it’s easy to work with you.” Harry said, slightly skeptical about a new addition to his team.
Harry knew who you were, a very successful songwriter and one hell of a guitar player. He knew you worked with bands like 5sos, 21 Pilots and even wrote a few songs on Taylor’s swifts album, Reputation. He saw you at a concert once and immediately fell in love with the way your presence consumed the concert wholly. No one cared about who was singing because everyone’s eyes were fixated on the young seductress clad in black leather and playing her instrument as if her life depended on it.
“You can only grow if you’re out of your comfort zone.” Sarah firmly stated, crossing her arms over her chest huffing out a breath.
Harry thought about it for a good minute. He needed someone with experience and you seemed to have it. You knew how to write and what to write. Perhaps a little experiment wouldn’t be so bad.
“Okay. I’m trusting your judgement on this.” Harry said nodding.
“Great because y/n’s in the elevator right now.” Sarah said giggling slightly. “Thank God you didn’t say no. Would’ve been a difficult conversation.” She mumbled, relived at how the situation panned out.
The apartment bell rang and Sarah jumped out of her seat startling Mitch who was sitting next to her. She took long strides towards the door.
“Y/n! Oh my gosh, it’s been ages! You look wonderful!” Sarah said hugging you. You smiled and hugged her back, glad to meet her once again after what seemed like a century.
“Thank you. How’ve you been?” You asked her, not bothering to take note of the two men who seemed to scrutinise your interaction with quite a lot of concentration.
“Same ol’ same ol” Sarah chuckled as she let you in.
“Harry, Mitch meet y/n.” Sarah introduced you to them. You found yourself in an awkward postion so you simply gave a wave and a loose smile.
If Harry was a ball of sunshine then you were a raging hurricane. The two of you were polar opposites. Harry radiated warmth and seemed to be the kind of person whom other people could talk to. Meanwhile you on the other hand were someone who kept to themselves.
Harry couldn’t help but notice your sweeping eyeliner. He observed it quite attentively, how it was winged at the edge of your eye and in the inner corner as well in a feline manner. You wore low waisted jeans with a fitted graphic black tee shirt that ended just below your navel, showing a silver of skin.
“So y/n, what’s your work like?” Mitch asked you.
“I write mainly rock but I’m open to new suggestions.” You said. Sarah nodded as if to say ‘awesome.’
Your voice was firm and authoritative as you answered the question. Harry found himself completly entranced by this complexity of a person that stood in front of him. He figured it out the minute you walked into the room with your head held high that working with you wouldn’t be easy.
“Do you have any questions Harry?” Sarah asked him. Harry only nodded no.
“Great. Im going out for a smoke.” You said leaving the three of them alone again.
“She’s scary.” Harry said once the door shut. Sarah rolled her eyes in response. “She’s a no nonsense person Harry.”
“And scary.” He added again.
“I know you’re not used to people like her. Just because you’re both literal opposites doesn’t mean she’ll eat you alive.” Sarah snorted. “You like her, don’t you Mitch?” Sarah asked him. Mitch only swallowed and replied, “I like her better on stage.”
“Oh hush both of you. Give her time.”
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“It doesn’t sound good.” Harry huffed out impatiently, staring at the lyrics he scribbled. It had been more than a week since everyone started to work on his debut album.
Harry began to habour a certain disliking for you, owing to lack of your participation and one word answers. You would sit away from everyone, scribble in your diary and would rarely look up from its pages.
“You know what guys, let’s just take a breather yeah?” Jeff, Harry’s manager said getting up from his chair and stretching his legs.
“I’m going out for a walk.” Sarah said, pulling Mitch to his feet as well. Harry was about to get up as well but Sarah mouthed to him; ‘talk to her’ as she gestured towards you. Harry looked at her with wide eyes and was ready to protest but Sarah was quick on her feet.
“Y/n.” Harry called out your name. You looked up at him, the loose strands strands of your braid fell down framing your face. You raised your eyebrows as if to say ‘speak on.’
Harry cleared his throat. “What are you writing?”
“Nothing much. Just an idea.” You said. That was the most you had spoken.
Harry noticed that today, there was no eyeliner but smudged kohl lining your eyes. You opted for a plain white tank top and a pair of mini cargo shorts. A surprise for Harry who was much too used to seeing you in black.
“I think, everyone would appreciate it if you would participate more you know?” Harry said. You only nodded and went back to scribbling.
“See! This is what you do y/n. You don’t talk. You’re so busy doing God knows what. I get it, you know you’re talented but that doesn’t mean you’re better than us.” Harry exploded. You shut your dairy hard and stared at him with rage.
“It’s been almost two weeks since you joined us. Have you contributed in any way?” Harry added, his voice reaching a higher octave and getting louder by the second.
“First of all, I don’t think I’m fucking better than you and second of all, instead of blaming me why don’t you recognise the fact that you’re scared and absolutely clueless.” You spat at him.
“I’m not scared.” Harry said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Yeah right.” You scoffed rolling your eyes. “You’re so scared that you’re putting the blame on me just because I’m the newbie. This solo carrier is new to you and that terrifies the shit out of you Harry. So much that you can’t even work. If I have to be the punching bag then I’m fucking leaving.” You stated grabbing your bag.
“You don’t know shit y/n.”
You didnt care about what Harry said next as you walked out of the room.
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“Was it really necessary Harry?” Jeff said, rubbing his head with his hands. The stress of not having completed the album began to increase.
“I told you, ‘give her some time.’ Did you do that Harry? No. You just had to say something.” Sarah said, flinging her arms in the air.
“I mean, was Harry wrong though? Y/n was… just there you know. She didn’t talk, she didn’t help. Good riddance I say.” Mitch said.
The whole group was torn up over this. Harry began to feel guilt overpower him, but the rage he felt at your words was far too much for him to hone. He knew you were right and he hated you for that. He hated you for the fact that you were so good at reading him. Harry knew that you didn’t talk because you were shy but because you never found yourself as engaged as the others. You were aloof, and gave the impression that nothing bothered you at all.
“It’s been what; six days since she stormed off?” Jeff asked harry.
“Seven.”
“Jesus.”
Harry was certain that you overreacted to the situation. Granted, you didn’t want to be here and Harry left no stone unturned when it came to reminding you his dislike for you.
The door bell rang, Harry got up to look through the key hole. He felt the colour drain from his face. It was you. Standing in front of the door.
“It’s her.” Harry whispered with his eyes wide.
“You know I can hear you, ya dick. Open the door or I’m leaving.” You, irritation lacing your face.
You began to hate Harry or at least develop an aggressive aversion towards him as time passed. You hated how he seemed to have enough energy throughout the day to burst into a song. You hated that he was all smiles and giggles every second of the day. The only one thing you liked about him was how intimadated he was by you. But you knew that he could be much more terrifying than you when the time came.
“Pick your poison.” Mitch said.
Harry opened the door to meet your black smudged eyes. You push him as you enter the room and slam the diary on the centre table with a loud thud.
“Here you go. You said Im no help at all. Well I beg to differ. I’ve written three songs.” You said. Harry picked up the diary and flipped through the pages.
Kiwi
Medicine
Only angel
Strange names for such explicit songs.
Harry passed the diary to Sarah who looked at the songs with amazement.
“Harry we’ve got to add these.” Sarah said, excitement lacing her eyes.
“I don’t need anyone to plead my case. If he likes them, good enough.” You said, your voice unwavering as you looked at Harry who narrowed his eyes at you.
“I like them.”
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Within a week, all recordings were done and the album was ready to launch. Jeff suggested that the four of you should to go out, let off some steam because life would never be the same once the album got released.
Everyone was quite surprised when you suggested a place to party. You were quite intent on getting shit faced because the past month had been a whirlwind to say the least.
You wore a black mini dress, encased with sequins that was backless. Your eyes were lined with heavy kohl and mascara. Your whole face was bare other than your eyes.
“Johnnieeeee!” You exclaim to the large bouncer, a smile on your face as you high five him.
“Y/n been a long time. I see you’ve got friends.” He said, eyeing the people behind you.
Sarah felt that the club you brought them to too was far too dark and dingy for her liking. It was dark and the music was blaring. The club smelt of sex, drugs and alcohol. Your natural habitat. She held Mitchs hand in hers who was amused at her behaviour.
“I promise I’ll be good.” You say, looking up at him with doe eyes and a sly smile. John chuckled and let you in the club.
“We have go to do shots.” You exclaim to all three of them. Harry was surprised at your behaviour to say the least, he never would’ve pegged you as someone who even had the ability to smile let alone laugh.
“Nope. I’m driving.” Sarah said throwing her hands up in the air.
“Jeez such a buzzkill.” You said making Sarah roll her eyes. You stuck your tongue out at her as you made your way to the bar with Harry and Mitch.
“Don’t stop till your at least ten shots down.” You said with a cunning smile and excited eyes.
“Ten?!” Mitch exclaimed.
“Six.” Harry interjected.
“Deal.”
Harry learnt a great deal about that night. Especially the fact that you have a tendency to dance with almost anyone and everyone.
He saw you make your way to the dancefloor, not bothered about the fact that you had no one to dance with. You swayed your hips to the song, your arms moving and a bright smile etched on your face. You were surrounded by men and women. Harry saw you dance with a man whom you didn’t know, he wished you would be that carefree with him.
After an hour of drinking and talking, Harry found you dancing on the table with a few other people.
“Is this normal?” He asked Sarah who snickered in response. “Yep. She’s a fun drunk.”
You spot Harry and get down from the table, stumbling forward. The strap of your heel loosened and Harry quickly caught hold of you.
“Wait a second.” Harry said, as he kneeled down to fix your strap. Once he got up he saw your glassy eyes laiden with lust and simply smirked.
“You like watching me get down on my knees for you, huh?” Harry whispered in your ear, his grip harsh around your waist as he pulled you towards himself . You felt heat rise up your thighs and stomach.
“Isn’t that what men are good for anways?” You whispered, closing any gap you two had as you put one hand behind his neck, tugging him closer to you. “Don’t think this changes anything betwen us Styles. You’re still a nightmare.” You whispered to him in his ear slowly.
You stood so close to each other that you could feel each others heat radiate. Harry’s heart raced as his eyes met yours. You were cautious with your gaze, afraid that if you looked any longer in his eyes, he might spot the hunger in yours just as you might see his making you lose any self control you exercised.
“I have someone waiting for me.” You spoke, breaking the silence. Harry raised his eyebrows in amusement as his hands wandered down your waist to your lower back. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as he left a bite there. You let out a soft moan, turning into complete putty in his grip.
“I could fuck you much better y/n.” He said, his voice dangerously low.
“I don’t want to be fucked missionary style that’ll leave me unsatisfied.”
“Your moan said otherwise.”
Two can play this game.
You wiggled out of his grip, ignoring the throbbing between your legs as you sauntered towards the dance floor, blowing a kiss at Harry from a distance.
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“Hello?” Your groggy voice spoke into the microphone of your phone. Your head throbbing due to last night.
“Y/n. Where are you?” Jeff asked you.
“Home.”
“Come over to Harry’s. Got something to discuss.”
“I’ll be there in five.” You said before hanging up on the phone.
You washed your face, put on a large tee shirt and an oversized pair of sunglasses. You brushed your hair and slipped into your slippers. It was a ten minute drive to Harry’s house. The radio was silent. The windows were rolled down because you needed fresh air now more than ever.
You reached his flat and rang the doorbell.
“My my look who’s here.” Harry taunted as he opened the door to see you in an oversized tee shirt, legs bare and slippers. He couldn’t control all the thoughts that seemed to slip in and out his head as he saw your legs.
“Show me your eyes love.” Harry snickered knowing they must be bloodshot. You flipped him off and plopped down on the bean bag, groaning as you held your head.
“You seemed to have a lot of fun last night.” Mitch said, getting a stare from Sarah. “You should see the videos.” He added. Your head shot up at his words.
“Videos?”
“Yep. They’re too good.” He snickered. You removed your sunglasses and pounced at Harry who began to play videos of you dancing on table tops.
“Give. Me. The. Damn. Phone.” You said in between breathes as you attempted to strangle Harry. You were about to smack Harry but he picked you up by your waist, throwing you on his shoulder.
“Put me down.” You stated firmly.
“Only if you don’t strangle me.” Harry said chuckling at your sorry state.
“I don’t make promises Styles.”
“Too bad. I’ll post it if you continue to be a brat.” He said.
“Fine.”
Harry put you down, running a hand through your messy hair which you swatted off. He noticed how young you looked without lining your eyes, a different girl, perhaps even innocent. You looked like a doe. You looked beautiful.
“You’re drolling on the carpet Styles.” You said rolling your eyes at him.
“Am I supposed to deny that I find you attractive?” He questioned, his voice low and alluring. He spoke slow enough to make your thighs quiver. Your mind suddenly flashed you images of how his large hand felt against your waist last night.
“I’m too hungover for this.” The only defense left.
This was new to you. This feeling of loathing someone to no extent but also finding them undeniably attractive. Attractive enough to make your thoughts wander off to forbidden places and scenarios.
“What happened to your neck?” Sarah said, noticing the love bite that Harry left the other night. You rolled your head back as you rubbed your eyes with a yawn. Harry felt proud to say the least, he smirked and winked at you while you barely controlled the urge to smash his face in the table neck to him.
“Why am I even here?” You said groaning. “The work is done. The albums done. What do you possibly need for me now?” You added.
“Come to tour with us.” Jeff said, his manager persona now showing.
“What?”
“Yes.”
“It wasn’t in the contract Jeff.”
“Consider this, an impromptu decision.” He reasoned with you.
“I’ll do only concerts. No interviews. No playing for videos and no recordings.” You said.
“Deal.”
You huffed a breath as you reached for the glass of water next to you. “That’s mine!” Harry whined. You flipped him off as you wore your sunglasses and went to sleep.
“Oh y/n what’s your Instagram?” Jeff asked. You scoffed at his question, “don’t have one.” You simply said. “Well, Harry follows his band members so-”
“No.” and with that you went to sleep.
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The album was a success to say the least. Everyone seemed to recognise Harry as Harry styles and not as Harry from One Direction. It was bitter sweet to say the least. Harry was excited and enthralled to be able to embark a whole new journey.
The album release party was a success. But you weren’t there, Harry had called you not once but twice asking you why you weren’t there.
“Y/n, it’s already six, why aren’t you at the party?” Harry asked you on call.
“Because I didn’t plan on going.” A short answer. Your one word answers now began to become a bit longer but they annoyed Harry nonetheless.
“The whole band’s here.”
“I’m not part of your band Harry. I helped you write your songs.” You stated.
“But you’re going to tour with us.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
And now as Harry stood in front of the stage, waiting for the crowd to pour in, he wondered where you were. You had insisted on driving to the show venue on your own instead of travelling with the band. Harry tried to persuade you but you didn’t budge.
“Is she here?” Harry asked Jeff who only nodded no. Harry was getting worried now. He was supposed to get ready, but he was much to engaged in wondering about your whereabouts. It was his first show and your words about him being scared rang in his head.
“She’ll be here don’t worry.” Jeff said.
By the time Harry got ready, he spotted you, a cigarette in your mouth as you look towards the stage. You wore a latex, dark emerald coloured waistcoat that resembled a corset. It pushed your breasts together and ended just above the curve of your waist. You wore low waisted black bell bottoms. The waistcoat and the bell bottoms gave off the illusion of an hourglass figure. Your eyes were covered in your signature feline eyeliner, curving in the inner and outer corner of your eye.
“Y/n!” Harry called your name. You looked up at him, a lazy smile on your face as you disposed the cigarette.
“My my look at you styles. A fucking prince you are.” You said snickering. Harry stuck his tongue out at you. He wore a red blazer clad with black flowers and the same pattern was all over his trousers. His hair were unruly yet only added to his charm.
“Ya scared?” You asked him.
“No. I mean, I’m just…. excited yet scared you know?”
“Hmm.”
“You stick out like a sore thumb.” Harry said, his eyebrows raised at you as he scanned you up and down.
“Excuse me for not wanting to dress up as a fucking rainbow.” You said scowling at Harry who passed you a smile. “Y’know what would really go well with your top?” Harry said, his eyes twinkling. “What?”
“Wait.” Harry ran off of to his dressing room, fetching a silver cross necklace. The cross was heavy and large, engraved with swirls and very small rubies decorating it. Harry gestured you to turn around, his hands brushed against your skin as he snapped it’s lock in place. The cross rested against the curve of your breasts, demanding attention and praise. “How about a hickey to tie your look together?” Harry questioned.
“From you? Not even in your dreams Styles.” You said. Harry smirked at you and went towards the stage.
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Harry felt alive. He felt free and invincible on stage. But you, you were the personification of sex. The minute Kiwi began to play, the crowds focus shifted from Harry to you.
You whipped your hair back and forth, your back arching, a cigarette encased in your pink lips, sweat gleaming down the curves of your waist, breasts and arms. The crowd went absolutely wild as you winked at them. Harry’s photographer, Lloyd was entranced with you. He couldn’t help but photograph you. Your eyebrows were sinched together in focus, your eyes closed, your mouth slightly open and your body fully arched.
After the first concert, the fans and media were deep diving into who you were and tried to uncover your identity. As the tour progressed, the crowd began to make posters stating things like “we’re here for y/n!” “Give us y/n!”
There were pictures of you everywhere, playing the guitar as your face morphed into an expression which Harry called your “orgasm face.”
Harry was asked about you during interviews as well, the media was left questioning about your identity and they found themselves allured by a recent stunt you pulled at a concert.
You jumped off the stage during Medicine and went up to a man, roughly around your age if not older. The man lit the cigarette in your mouth with his lighter as you winked at him and murmured “thank you love.”
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The tour had finally ended. You were in your dressing room, your chest heaving up and down. The adrenaline after the show still lingering in your blood stream. You removed your top and were standing in your bra, the minute Harry barged in.
“Knock on my door ya’dick!” You said, crossing your arms over your chest which did nothing at all to ease Harry since your breasts were pushed up.
After months of sexual tension, Harry finally felt himself crack.
“Got to teach you some manners.” You murmured.
“Really?” He tutted, pulling you by the loop of your jeans.
You understood where this was heading. “Hmm.” You hummed, moving your hands slowly on the buttons of his shirt. Harry caught your wrist making you look up at him. He looked in your eyes, deep and seriously as if to contemplate his actions. You pulled him by his neck, close enough that your foreheads touched.
“M’gonna regret this.” He whispered. He didn’t give you a chance to respond as he connected his lips to yours, his tongue swirling in your mouth. His hands wandered down the curve of your spine and lingered there. You deepened the kiss, letting your hunger overpower you. He wasn’t close enough, you needed his skin next to yours, rubbing, you needed to feel him, you needed him.
There was a knock on the door, you immediately recoil away from Harry although his hands were still on your bare back. “Y/n, Vanessa’s here for you.” Laura, his assistant said.
Vanessa and you were supposed to head out to paris the next morning. Harry felt a hole cave in his chest, remembering about your departure.
“I’ll be there.” You said.
You kissed Harry, a sweet and soulful kiss. Not the one that was ruled with consumption and the urge to mark.
“You should stay.” Harry whispered, holding you.
“I never stay anywhere for too long.”
Harry looked at you, his eyes staring into yours as you squeezed his hand. “Who’re you gonna strangle now?” You laughed remembering all the times you tried to strangle and choke him, resting your head on his chest.
“I’ve got to go.” You said, slipping out of his grip, slipping on a tee shirt as you picked up your stuff.
Harry looked at you with a look of longing. How stupid. How cruel. How unfair. He thought to himself as he saw you leave.
“When will I see you again?” He asked you.
“When it’s the right time.” You said, kissing his cheek.
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Authors note; how are we feeling about a part two? let me know in the comments section <3
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Sweet Creature
The moment harry fell in love with you.
bestfriend!harry
warnings: mention of alcohol. A lot of fluff.
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“Is this okay?” You ask Harry, twirling around in your satin dress. The dress was sinched at your waist and fell down hugging your hips.
Harry had no response other than the butterflies that rose inside of him every time he so much as even glanced at you. ‘It’s only heartburn.’ He thought to himself. Harry tried his best to keep such feelings at bay, afraid of the outcome he might have to face if he revealed them.
“Oh my god. I look ridiculous don’t I?” You said, shock and disgust engraved in your eyes. That was the only possible reason of Harry’s silence, or at least that’s what you thought.
“What? No! You look, different.” Harry mumbled shyly as he buttoned his blazer.
“We’ve been friends far too long for you to act this way Haz. If I look hideous just say it.” You said, crossing your arms, your red painted lips forming a pout.
“You look beautiful, stunning, breathtaking-”
“Okay! Okay!” You interuppted him with a laugh, feeling your cheeks heat heavily. Harry couldn’t help but notice the red colour rushing into your cheeks as you stared at the ground. ‘Shy baby’ he thought to himself.
“I don’t even get why Niall is making us dress up so fancy shamncy.” You huff out a breath, looking at Harry fix his long hair.
Harry in simple words looked, ravishing. His red blazer matched with your red dress. You wanted to touch him, feel him, kiss him but you aware of the fact that Harry harboured no such feelings for you.
“Cheer up lovie. It’s his birthday, no taking chances with the dress code.” He said, flicking your nose gently.
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The music was loud. Loud enough to drown out any chance of conversation. You look around and get yourself a drink as you talk to Lila, a close friend of yours.
“Ladies!” Niall, grinned at both you and Lila as he approached you with a tray of vodka shots with Harry trailing behind him.
“Nope. I’m not doing that.” You spoke far too quickly, making Niall bark a laugh in response. “No one’s going out sober out of here.” Niall said winking at you.
“Drink up.”
With A few shots down, the party seemed to venture onto a much more eventful course. You danced with Lila and a few other men whom you didn’t know. The feeling of letting lose overpowered any logical reasoning you had. Harry ended up watching you from a distance, a protective gaze encasing you, observing your every move.
“Go and dance with her. If not, stop being a creep.” Lila said, patting his shoulder with a sly grin as if to say ‘I know you like her.’
“M’not being a creep.” He mumbled slowly. In all honestly, Harry understood why he would seem as ‘creep’, after all he had been staring at you all night long.
You spotted Harry from the distance. You waved at him with a bright smile. Harry returned your smile with equal affection. You stumble towards Harry and kiss his cheek slowly, giggling like a four year old girl.
“May I have this dance?” You ask Harry, extending a hand towards him. Harry smiled at you and placed his ring clad hand in yours and pulled you towards him, your chest bumping into his making you inhale sharply.
Apocalypse by Cigarettes After Sex began to play. Harry placed one hand at your waist and the other held yours. You sighed and kept your head at chest, sighing in content as you close your eyes. The two of you swayed slowly to the song. The proximity you shared was calming, and alluring.
“Tired?” Harry asked you, holding you.
“Never.” You replied making him laugh.
You weren’t absolutely drunk. You were drunk enough to posses a certain level of courage, which in a normal scenario would’ve been present.
In a normal scenario, you wouldn’t have asked Harry to dance with you. You would’ve have kissed his cheek and you most certainly wouldn’t have done what did next.
“Can I tell you something?” You asked him, your big glassy eyes staring up at him. “Anything at all.” Harry replied with all sincerity.
“I think… no wait, I know that I’m falling in love with you. I’m aware that I’m not much and you’re so used to dating all those models and perfect girls, that I might as well seem like a degrade. I just wanted to get this off my chest before I exploded.” You spoke far too quickly.
Harry noticed the signs, he took a good look at your body language. This was the first time he looked in your eyes with clarity as you stood across from him, enough to sober the both of you. He took a step closer, closing the tiny silver of space between you two. He noticed you were breathing deeply, which reminded him that he wasn’t breathing at all. So caught up in you, thay he forgot to breathe.
Your lips met and Harry’s tongue pressed your lower lip, parting your mouth as you welcomed him. His tongue slipped inside your mouth. You tasted like cherry with a hint of vodka. A moment later, your hands slipped from his neck as you grabbed his hair, completly forgetting where you are. Harry’s hands crept to your waist and his chest pressed against yours.
For Harry, this simply wasn’t just a kiss. It was an epiphany, a cure, a transformation and an unprecedented salvation in the purest form.
Finally as you pull away, Harry let out a groan as he let his eyes stay shut, not wanting to wake up from this dream. The last thing he wanted was to pull away. His large hands let go of your waist. Time stopped as he came to terms with this dizzy and swaying world. How could he have missed out all this time.
“I’m falling in love with you.” Harry merely said, connecting his lips to yours once more.
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