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be-with-me-so-happily · 2 years

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To Make A Girl Blush

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ONE SHOT

Summary: Harry Styles is performing at the BBC Radio 1 Live Lounge, where y/n works as a studio assistant. She tries to keep her cool while being around her celebrity crush, but he isn't making it easy on her.

A/N: I'm obsessed with his Wet Dreams cover and couldn't get this little story out of my head. Sorry, I'm a major tease...

>> Warnings: 18+ only - Flirting, male self-pleasure

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"He's so hot. I don't know how I'm going to keep my cool."

"He's probably used to having that effect on women." You chuckle.

"How are you not freaking out? You're like, the biggest Harry Styles fan I know."

"Oh I'm internally squealing. Trust me. I'm just super aware that he's Harry Styles. Like, the Harry Styles."

"Yeah, Y/N, that's the point. Harry Styles is going to be here!"

Harry is coming to the BBC Radio 1 studio to do a live lounge performance. You and Christine are station assistants, so you get to help him and his band with whatever they may need.

"And I'm just… me. I'm trying really hard not to want to throw myself at him." You laugh.

"I can feel the sweat coming already." Christine jokes. You both fan yourselves.

"Geez, look at us, how old are we?"

"Fourteen." Christine giggles. "I think today we are going back to being fourteen year old fangirls."

"Oh god, please, no."

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The morning was full of prep work, which involved lots of running around. You and Christine will basically be at their beck and call, which definitely isn't a downside to your job today.

Your boss instructs you to meet the singer as soon as he arrives to his dressing room, to immediately check if he is in need of anything.

You knock on the door with his name boldly printed on a taped up piece of paper.

"Come in."

"Hi, Mr. Styles. I'm Y/N. I'm an assistant here, so if you or your crew need anything, just let me know."

"Alright." You see him try to subtly look you up and down.

Don't activate your inner fangirl in front of him

"Umm... a bottle of room temperature water would be nice, actually."

You are slightly confused. "Room temperature?"

He nods. "It's actually better for your vocal chords than cold or hot water." He strokes down his gorgeous neck, as if to demonstrate how the water flows down his throat.

"Okay, I'll go grab that now. Anything else before I go, Mr. Styles?"

"Umm… yeah, please just call me Harry." He grins widely, showing off those deep dimples that everyone is obsessed with.

"Sure. I'll be right back with that water... Harry." You nod and notice a small smirk on his face before you turn around and exit the room.

Once out the door, a loud exhale leaves your lips, as if you hadn't taken an actual breath that entire interaction.

Christine shuffles up to you. "Oh man! I'm so jealous! What's he like?"

You roll your eyes. "I don't know. Like every other famous singer that comes in here…"

"Really?" She asks, looking a little disappointed.

"No, are you kidding? He's beautiful! But we didn't really talk much so I don't have much to tell you."

She puts her hands on her hips and frowns.

"Y/N, I don't think you're appreciating this enough. You were in the same room as Harry Styles!" She scolds, still with a smile on her face.

You definitely appreciate the sight of him

"Geez, do you want to take his room temperature water to him?" You offer.

She grins and nods her head. You hand her the water and head off to see if anyone in the band needs something.

You find them all in one of the bigger rooms, sitting around on couches, doing some vocal warmups.

"Hi there! Sounds great." You chuckle. "I'm Y/N, an assistant here. Do any of you need anything? I'm happy to help! And don't be shy about asking."

You bring them some water as well, and chat with them for a few minutes before you head back out to hunt for Christine.

You find her, beaming with joy, as she rushes over to you and grabs your shoulders.

"Thank you for that Y/N! He is so nice, and so sexy. He let me take a selfie with him and everything!" She squeals.

"How old are you again?" You joke.

"I'm fourteen. Apparently today I'm fourteen." She jokes back, skipping off to do whatever is next on her list.

You decide to do the rounds again, and check in on Harry.

"Hi, uh, Harry. Just wanted to check back in with you."

He quickly turns around, apparently caught guard, and that's when you realize he is wearing a pair of flared blue pants... and nothing else.

That's just plain rude

"I'm sorry, I'll come back." You cover your eyes, and then turn around to walk out.

"Y/N!" He laughs. "S'alright. I could use your help. You mind?"

"Oh! Um, no, not at all."

"I just accidentally knocked two of my rings off the table, and I can't see 'em anywhere." He states, searching the ground with his eyes. "I'm going to sound like a diva, but I just put my pants on and I don't want to wrinkle them."

Well, just take them off… oh god, just stop

"Okay. Where should I look?"

He has one hand on his hip, and the other one up to his lip, still looking at the ground. He points under the table. "Maybe there?"

You get down on your hands and knees to look, and quickly find them laying near where he had pointed. As you stand and stretch out your hand to give them back, he slides his body closer to you so you are only about one foot apart from each other. You think you see him start to bite his lower lip before correcting himself, and his hand is lingering on yours a little longer than would be normal as he takes his rings back.

"Thank you so much." He utters, winking when you meet his gaze.

What a flirt, but who could resist those gorgeous eyes? And that toned, tattooed chest…

You clear your throat, as you snap your eyes up from his chest. Your cheeks get red with embarrassment, and you are really hoping he can't see that.

He smirks slightly. You feel yourself getting more flustered, so you finally take a step back.

"So, uh, I'll head out, unless you need anything else?"

He smirks again, and this time you know for sure that he looks you up and down.

"Not unless you want to help me finish getting dressed…" He chuckles.

How many girls would say yes? All of them

You chuckle and walk out the door, commenting before you're out of view. "I'll be somewhere out here if you need me."

He flirts with everyone right? Not a womanizer, but a big flirt… right?

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Everyone is set up in the studio and ready to go. You and Christine go around to each band member, checking in one more time with everyone before they start. Christine, of course, checks in with Harry. He smiles politely and shakes his head, assuring her that he doesn't need anything. He looks at you and smiles when you fully meet his gaze. You smile back and look down, trying not to blush again.

Calm down, he's been with super models, he's just being a big flirt, or at least you want him to be

You and Christine get off the set and stand right across from Harry.

The introduction plays and the band starts the opening chords for 'As It Was'. You are watching Harry Styles play his new songs right in front of you and your skin is itching with excitement.

You sing along. The song is so catchy, how could you not? He dances around a little and you find yourself matching his movements.

Thank god his eyes are closed, or you'd be completely embarrassed

The song ends and you subtly make sure everyone has what they need.

'Late Night Talking' is the next song and once again you find yourself unable to hold back from dancing. This time Harry does open his eyes a bit more, especially during the second chorus, and he dances more after looking at you.

He's a performer, has nothing to do with you

The more he sings, the more flustered you feel. The more he looks at you and smirks, the more heated you get.

Might need a cold shower later

Once again, you double check that everyone is comfortable, as Harry talks to the radio dj.

They change it up and start to play 'Boyfriends'. The mood turns emotional. You've definitely had your share of bad breakups, and you realize there's a couple tears trickling down your cheek. Just as you wipe them away he quickly glances in your direction, and you turn your head away.

The song finishes and he motions to you for some water. Luckily, you brought a few bottles with you and place one down by his mic.

"You alright, love?" He whispers.

You look up at him, a little surprised he noticed your reaction to the song, and that he cares.

"It's a really good song." You quickly reply. He smiles as you stand back up to meet his gaze. You're a couple feet away and unintentionally look at his lips, down to his neck, admiring his upper body in his tight T-shirt, and making your way down to view the flared blue pants you saw earlier.

Your eyes shoot back up as you realize that you literally just checked out Harry Styles right in front of him. You feel like you could just die of embarrassment right then and there.

He giggles under his breath and you clear your throat to ask, "need anything else?" He shakes his head, smiling widely and showing off those deep dimples.

You feel sensation between your legs and you quickly head back to the spot you were standing, opening a bottle of water for yourself and gulping about half of it down.

The DJ announces that he will be covering a song by Wet Leg called 'Wet Dream'. You almost squeal, knowing and loving this song too.

Ironic song considering what you're feeling at the moment.

This time, you don't care if Harry sees you dancing around, and he definitely does.

is no one else around you

He opens his eyes to see you and starts moving around, touching his body and putting his hands up.

If only he knew what was going on in your head right now…

You continue to sing the lyrics and dance around. He squints his eyes open again, singing the next line.

baby, do you want to come home with me

You gulp down some more water.

You almost lose it completely when he starts the second verse and seems really into singing the next line of the song.

what makes you think you're good enough to think about me when you're touching yourself…

Well, you don't feel you are good enough, but you are definitely heating up enough to want to.

Absolutely going to take a cold shower later

The heat is just rising in your body as he sings about blushing. He ever so slightly moans with the lyrics and bounces up and down as he sings about it being enough.

You're getting so uneasy at this point that you think you may have to leave the room. Thankfully the song ends shortly after, but not before you see him look straight at you while singing the last two words.

let's begin

As soon as it all ends, Harry thanks everyone and actually excuses himself quickly. You're a little relieved, being able to calm yourself down and breathe now that he's out of the room. You check in with the band to see what they need. You help them tidy up a little and carry some of their stuff to the big room they had been in.

You decide to check on Harry too and make your way to his dressing room. As you get to the door, you grab the handle and you hear him say your name, so you open the door.

"Oh my god! I'm so, so sorry!" You exclaim, covering your eyes from the sight of him sitting in the chair, pants unzipped, pumping his hand up and down his length.

"Shit!" He blurts out, covering himself up with a pillow, then proceeds to laugh. "Thought I locked the door."

"I should've knocked. I'm so embarrassed!" You state.

"You're the embarrassed one? I was saying your name while touching myself, and you just saw it."

"Wait, what??" You ask, jaw dropping in disbelief.

"M'sorry." He smirks as he bites his lower lip. He is squirming under that pillow, probably still aroused and needing some relief. "I just couldn't stop watching you dancing to the Wet Leg song, and, well…" he looks down at the pillow covering himself.

"I… uh…" you stutter.

"Could you shut the door, love?" He begs.

You do, locking it and keeping yourself in the room. He laughs.

"So you want to stay?"

You blink a few times, realizing that he was probably asking you to leave.

"I'm sorry." You frown, feeling so stupid.

"S'alright." He smirks, yet again. "Could… umm… could use some help here…"

"I'm pretty sure there's twenty hot girls around here that you could call on." You blurt out.

"Maybe, but…" He frowns. "I'm in this predicament because of you…"

You lick your lips and then bite your bottom one.

What do you do? What do you do?... Go for it!

Confidence surprisingly kicks in, so you walk over to where he is sitting and kneel down.

"Well, it is my job to get you anything you need." You giggle.

"Yes, please, I definitely need this."

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larriescompass · 5 months

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i’m curious to know 🫶

(reblog to reach more people💝)

#mines personally sweet creature #i think if i ever heard that song live i’d sob 😭#i remember he played it at wembley and i found out and cried in the middle of epcot #heifjeid #harry styles #harry styles polls #harry styles poll #one direction #hs1 #fine line #harry’s house #polls

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mulledcherrywine · 2 years

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stolen sweater

a/n: okay so i am like forever attached to tiny desk harry and had to write abt this sweater bc, it’s got the STRONGEST hold on me.

Harry had habits. A lot of which he got from you over the time you’d lived together. The most useful one he’d picked up on from your highly organized ways ways laying out all the clothes you’d need for the day ahead the night before. Of course, Harry often had people preparing clothes for him for events and appearances, he tried to put them out as often as he could. Little did he know, this was a gateway for you to show a habit of your own: taking his clothes for yourself.

It was early morning still, Harry’s side of your bed still weighed down by his sleeping figure. You got out of bed and started to walk toward the en suite when you noticed the clothes he had left hanging on the closet door. His baby blue ‘Mon Petit’ sweater in particular caught your gaze. You ran both your hands down the sleeves, scrunching them up in your fists and marveling at the plushness of the garment. You wanted it so much. Sure, you had sweaters of your own, some even identical to Harry’s, but they weren’t his. It just wasn’t the same.

You peered your head around the closet door, Harry was still fast asleep. Chances are he’d be so tired he’d probably forget which one of his sweaters he had laid out, and would put on whatever was on the door. Taking another, this one a lighter yellow with no patterns or emblems on it, you swapped it out and took the ‘Mon Petit’ for yourself. On your side of the closet, you pulled out a pair of cropped, wide leg khaki pants, some chunky loafers and a white collared shirt. You got dressed, sweater and all, and skipped downstairs to get coffee.

It took about an hour of working and emails before Harry even woke up. You could hear his bustling upstairs.

“Baby?” he called suddenly, skipping downstairs, only wearing the cream-colored button up and brown trousers you remembered from the door. The blue sweater which you had on was clearly missing, “Have you seen-”

“Seen what?” you said, not looking up from your computer.

“Do you really think i’m that dumb?” He laughed, walking over to where you were sitting. You turned your attention toward him.

“Why aren’t you ready yet? Seems a bit late in the day to be half dressed, no?” you said, dodging the obvious.

“Y/n, I can see you wearing the sweater!”

“This is mine! You laid out a yellow one!” You protested, stifling a large grin. You were now too far into your side of things it would be embarrassing to let up.

“Fine!” Harry said, tossing his hands into the air, “‘spose my memory’s gone. Now that I think of it, I don’t even remember waking up this morning.” He was pulling quite the act. Leave it to him to be as unserious as possible.

“Where am I?” He said, looking around fearfully.

“Oh my GOD, fine!” You said, taking the sweater off, leaving yourself in just a tank top, “You’re literally 5 years old”

He shot a large smile, the dimples on his face deeper than ever. Taking the sweater, he kissed you on the side of your head.

“Thank you, baby,” He said, jogging back up the steps. Now you’d have to steal something else.

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freelouisankles · 2 years

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-Harry’s House

#mine #l draws #harry styles #one direction #harry styles live on tour #louis tomlinson #hs3 #Harry’s house #hs3doodles

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whitemancumslut · 2 years

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UNTITLED *TBD*

A PREVIEW OF SOMETHING IM WRAPPING UP

warnings so far: teasing, mature, nerd!softrry, not proofread fr

Leaning in just enough where your lips brushed against his lips. Harry gripped your hips urging you to kiss him again but he was scared he was forcing you.

You grinned at his nervousness, pressing your hips against his groin so he could feel the pressure against his hard, and it worked. His mouth fell open, his hips bucked up, and he leaned foward. His eyes low, and his plumped lips begging to be kissed. His brows are furrowed as if he's determined and craving for a kiss.

You continued to grind against him loving the moan that is released from the satisfaction.

Your hips rolled so gently and he lightened his grip on you. He leaned forward trying to get your lips in a kiss but you dodged and went to tucking your face in his neck. "O-oh, please," He whined to you.

"What, baby? Mmh?" You muttered ‘cluelessly’ pulling back from his neck.

"K-kiss, p-please?"

The movement in your hips comes to a halt. "A kiss where, sweetheart? Use your words with me." You told him, he didn’t say anything he just gave you a small nod.

"Tell me is it.. Here?" You kissed his cheek.

"N-no," He shook his head with a whimper.

"Here?" You clasped his jaw between your fingers, tilting his head, kissing his bare neck.

"No," He mumbled.

"Then where, angel?" Voice sweet and innocent, so pure.

But nothing about this was innocent.

His eyes sparking with needy lust looking up at you, he was panting like a dog. Unable to give a proper verbal response he raised his hand to your face. He pushed his index finger against your lips, tapping lightly, "H-here. Please," He winced out. "Please, kiss me." His voice wavering all over the place unable to pick a pitch.

You bit your lower lip, moving against him again trying to get as close as possible. You moaned when you put pressure against his aching clothed friend down there.

Your hands moving into his hair, his grip on your waist tightening, unintentionally, due to the anticipation, he didn’t know what to do.

Laying a hard kiss against the boy's lips, he moaned and his cock twitched excitedly beneath you. Teaching himself to breath through his nose, he wouldn’t dare to pull away for a needed breath.

His hands rested on your hips slowly making there way down. Past your waistband, Harry so badly wanted to touch your ass. Staring at it all the time, he couldn't help it. When his hands slid down and felt the large curve and drop, he immediately shot his hands back up to your waist. Feeling he was overstaying his welcome.

You pulled away from the kiss.

"Go ahead, it's okay to touch it. It's yours now." You whispered crashing on his lips again.

Harry's breathing quickened unsure how any of this was real. His hard growing rock hard into your core.

His large palms found their way down to your ass cheeks. Taking the meat and groping your ass, you hissed out breaking the kiss.

Harry moved his hands almost immedia m tely, "I-i'm sorry-"

"No, no. I liked it, do it again," You nodded and he did. He was nervous but he got it. He groped your ass again, wanting to feel you skin to skin, he didn't want to admit he wanted this to end out sweaty and hot.

You pulled away, a groan escaping his lips from the lost contact. When you stared in his eyes, they were wild and excited wanting to continue. You didn't want to look down at the thick cock that was literally calling your name to make him nervous again, but you wanted to so and.

His swollen pink lips aching for more of yours. And you couldn’t help but fulfill his wants.

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