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harrywavycurly · 8 months ago

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Bruised Knuckles and Baked Goods

Pairing: Killer!Harry x Wife!reader

Masterlist: Here

A/N: This is a little follow up to Lasagna Casserole, where your loving husband Harry is a serial killer and you have no clue, you can find that here if you haven’t read it but even if you don’t read that first you’ll be able to read this and not be missing anything. Just like the last one you won’t get any actual descriptions of Harry killing anyone, you’ll just get little glimpses of things he uses in the process✨

TW: Harry is a serial killer, mentions of violence, mentions of blood, language, slight controlling behavior.

Summary: You asked Harry to stop by the store on his way home because you need to start baking cookies for your neighborhood’s fall festival but you have no idea that he also made a pit stop somewhere else resulting in him coming home late and with some damage done to his hands✨

Harry feels himself instantly start to relax as he pulls into the driveway, the muscles in his shoulders and neck don’t seem to ache as much as they did just a few minutes ago when he catches a glimpse of the light from the lamp on the end table in living room peeking through the curtains letting him know you’re still awake. It’s as if he can finally let out the breath he feels like he’s been holding all night as he puts the car in park before shutting it off, he allows himself a moment to finally look at his hands as they grip the steering wheel.

He’s been avoiding actually looking at them the whole drive home because he hasn’t exactly come to terms with what he’s done quite yet. It’s not that he regrets it or anything but Harry normally isn’t one to do things without a well thought out plan and the help of his longtime partner in crime Mitch, who he knows won’t be happy when he finds out what Harry did and how he went about doing it.

His knuckles on his left hand are red and already starting to bruise while a few have minor cuts on them while his right hand seems to be the one with the most damage, being the one he favors when opting to use his fists as his weapon of choice. There’s a small gash that he managed to get to stop bleeding but he knows it’ll need to get cleaned and bandaged while the skin on his knuckles is red and raw, it’s more stiff and he can already tell it’s going to be a bit swollen and sore tomorrow but nothing he can’t handle. He lifts his hands from the steering wheel and flexes them a few times as a slight smirk fights to form on his face as his mind starts to replay a moment from the evening, but Harry quickly shakes his head not allowing himself to relive it, not yet at least.

Right now all he wants or really needs to do is grab the bag from the passenger seat and head inside so he can see you, the person who makes all the things he’s done during the day or the night in this case seem so unimportant the moment you smile at him because for Harry making you happy will always be the most important thing he ever does. Tonight that meant him stopping at the store on his way home for some eggs and a bag of sugar, does Harry know what you need these things for at eight at night? No, but you’re his wife and also the love of his life so he doesn’t really care about the reason, he just said okay and now here he is with a plastic bag in his hand as he walks through the front door.

“Baby?” He calls out as he drops his keys in the little bowl on the table by the door while he slips his boots off leaving them next to your heels he saw you put on to wear to work this morning. “Sweetheart?” He says as he looks in the living room but just finds an empty couch making him raise an eyebrow as he stands there and takes in just how silent the house sounds.

Harry heads towards the kitchen so he can place the eggs in the fridge and put the sugar on the counter before he continues his search for you. He places a hand on his hip as his other rests on top of the kitchen table, he stands there a moment and just listens, he smiles when he hears the faint sound of humming coming from down the hall. Harry now knows exactly where you’re at and when he looks at his watch on his wrist he can take a guess at what you’re doing, he heads down the hall and stops just a few steps away from the master bedroom where you have the door ajar letting him get the smallest glimpse of you from where he’s standing in the hallway. You’re sitting on the edge of the bed quietly singing to yourself and Harry knows by the way you’re rubbing your hands together that you’re in the middle of applying your lotion, a nightly routine that if he was home when he was suppose to be you’d let him help you with because he loves any excuse to get to touch you.

“Hey baby.” His voice is sweet and not too loud so that it doesn’t startle you as he opens the bedroom door and takes a step inside. He smiles at the grin that takes over your face when your eyes find his, before you can get off the bed Harry is crossing the room and gently placing a hand on the side of your face and giving you a sweet kiss on the lips.

“You’re late.” You mumble when Harry tries to pull away but you quickly reach up and grab onto his shirt pulling him back to you for another kiss.

“Sorry sweetheart.” He says between little pecks to your lips before you finally let him pull away enough so he can look at you, dropping his hand from the side of your face. “I got-”

“What happened?” Harry watches the smile fall from your face as he hears the immediate change in your voice, it’s no longer playful and flirty but now it’s laced with worry and confusion as you take his left hand in both of yours.

“Forgot my gloves at home.” It’s not a complete lie so Harry doesn’t feel as bad as he should when the words effortlessly slip out of his mouth while you tenderly run your soft fingers over the bruised knuckles of his hand.

“This is from the gym?” You question with a quirked brow because while you know your husband enjoys a good and often intense workout the damage to his hand seems a little extreme even for him.

“I had some issues I needed to work out.” He knows you won’t push for more details when he gives you his explanation, you know how he is and that sometimes Harry prefers to talk to a punching bag than to anyone else about what’s bothering him. Harry knows it’s wrong, to use this type of thing against you so he’ll make sure that later tonight when the two of you are in bed and he has you pulled tightly to his chest to tell you a little something that’s been bothering him, something that’ll make you feel as if he’s letting you in on why he felt the need to bust his knuckles up on a punching bag at the gym so that you’ll feel a bit better and not want to bring it up again.

“Let’s get you fixed up.” You say with a small smile as you look up at him and find he’s already looking at you with what can only be described as a look of pure love on his face.

“I don’t deserve you.” You playfully roll your eyes at his words and Harry has to act like he’s just being cute as he leans down and places a kiss to your forehead but he means it, he knows he doesn’t deserve you but he also knows he’s far too selfish to ever let you go. “I got your eggs and sugar by the way love. I put them in the kitchen.” He tells you as he takes a step back allowing you to stand up off the bed.

“Oh perfect I need to start making the cookies for the bake sale at the fall festival this weekend-did you remember to tell Mitch about it this time? You know he loves the pumpkin carving contest and he didn’t get to come last year because-”

“Because I got the dates mixed up.” He finishes your sentence for you with a chuckle as he follows you into the master bathroom, the real reason Mitch didn’t get to come last year was because he was busy digging two holes in the middle of the woods two hours away but you didn’t need to know that.

“So did you tell him? Is he going to come?” Harry adores how excited you get over things like the neighborhood’s fall festival, you have a certain sparkle in your eyes as you turn to look at him while you motion for him to sit on the edge of the bathtub.

“Baby…” Harry doesn’t miss the way you completely ignore him as you just turn around and head to grab the first aide kit under Harry’s sink, he knows there’s something you’re not telling him about why you’re so curious if his long haired bestfriend will be attending the festival or not.

“I’m thinking about making chocolate chip cookies for the bake sale but is that too boring?” You ask once you’re standing in front of Harry with the first aide kit placed next to his thigh on the edge of the tub. You gently take his right hand in yours and he watches the way you pout at the sight of the damage he’s done to himself. “Or maybe snickerdoodle? That’s a very fall sort of cookie isn’t it?” Harry gives you a smile when you look at him, he knows you want to say something about the gash and ask how could he have gotten that from a punching bag but instead you just keep going on about cookies.

“It looks worst than it actually is.” He whispers taking your mind off of cookies for a moment as you begin cleaning his knuckles with an alcohol wipe. You just give him a look that makes him let out a chuckle because it’s obvious you don’t believe him. “I think Mitch likes snickerdoodle cookies.” You smile at this bit of information making Harry happy that he’s able to slightly distract you from the fact he doesn’t even flinch when you begin applying some cream to his knuckles so the open gashes don’t get infected.

“Really? Oh that’ll be perfect because Niall-” You stop mid sentence when Harry’s hand slightly tenses as the name of your coworker tumbles out of your mouth. “I’m sorry honey I’m almost done.” Your voice matches the softness of your touches as you begin to bandage his hand, Harry is aware you think his tenseness is due to the pain in his hands but in reality it’s because he has put the pieces together of why you want Mitch to attend the festival this weekend.

“Niall will be there? He doesn’t even live in this neighborhood.” He watches your brows pinch together as you focus on where your hands are gently pressing over his knuckles making the bandages stick in place.

“Mitch doesn’t either.” You state matter of factly making Harry just raise a shoulder in a shrug as a smile creeps onto his face.

“Is my lovely wife trying to set my best mate up with the nosey bloke she shares a cubical with?” You shoot him a playful glare as you reach over and close the first aide kit after putting the left over bandages inside. “Because if she is then maybe she’d like to know that Mitch isn’t really looking for a relationship at the moment.” He adds as he looks over as you grab the kit to put it back under the sink but Harry just takes it from your hands and places it back down next to him so he can take your hands in his, he internally groans at how he can’t really feel how soft your hands are in his due to the way you wrapped his knuckles.

“You weren’t looking for anything serious when we met either remember?” You ask as you let Harry place your hands on his shoulders while his grab hold of your hips as you stand between his legs. “You didn’t even want to go on a date with me at first because you were so against being in a relationship.” You tease as Harry just looks up at you with a smile as you take one of your hands and brush some hair out of his face making him lean into your touch when you leave your hand holding the side of his face.

“You’ve got it all wrong baby.” You raise an eyebrow making Harry just turn his head so he can place a kiss to the inside of your hand that you have on his face. “It wasn’t that I was against being in a relationship. It was the fact I just knew the moment I went on one date with you I’d never want to be without you. So I was just really fucking nervous. I didn’t want to mess it all up.” He admits making your eyes go a bit glassy at his sweet words, something Harry’s always been good at is telling you exactly how he feels about you no matter how sappy or corny it makes him sound.

“I can’t imagine you being nervous because of me.” Harry just laughs as he pulls you closer to him while your hand goes from the side of his face back to his shoulder.

“You still make me nervous sweetheart.” His hands give your hips a little squeeze as you look down at him. “You don’t even know how often I just find myself staring at you wondering how the hell I ended up being the one you wanted to spend your life with.” Harry brings one of his hands up to gently cup your face, the bandages feeling a little rough against your skin but not uncomfortable. “But I’m so happy you picked me because I can’t imagine loving anyone else but you.” You blink a few times to try to hold back the tears that want to fall as Harry pulls your face down towards his making your lips to meet.

“You’re so rude.” You mumble as you pull away and Harry hears you sniffle as you bring your hands up and wipe under your eyes to catch the tears before they can make it down your cheeks. “Making me cry after I just bandaged your hands for you.” Harry rubs his thumb over your cheek as you let out a sigh.

“M’sorry baby.”

“It’s okay I still love you.”

“That’s good because I’d be a bit of a wreck if you didn’t.”

“But to make it up to me you can just make sure Mitch and Niall meet on Saturday-oh and be nice to Niall please. He’s a nice guy and the two of you have a lot in common.” Harry just nods making you give him a smile that makes the thought of having to play nice with your extremely talkative and slightly annoying coworker worth it but if Harry’s being honest with himself he knows he would do anything you ask of him if it would make you even the tiniest bit happy.

“Thank you. I’ll go heat up your dinner while you take a shower.” With that you lean down and place a kiss to Harry’s cheek as he slides his hand away from your face and places it in his lap, he gives your hip one last squeeze before he lets you go so you can turn around and head out of the bathroom.

“Mitch is going to be so thrilled.” He whispers to himself with a laugh once he knows you’re out of the bedroom and headed down the hall towards the kitchen as he runs a hand through his hair.

“She wants me to meet who?” Mitch asks with a raised brow as he looks at Harry who is currently digging around in his duffle bag for a roll of duct tape.

“Niall her cubical mate at work he’s going to be at the fall festival this Saturday and she figured that would be a good place to-”

“I don’t want to.” Mitch interjects as he adjusts the fit of the gloves on his hands, Harry roll his eyes at how whiny his bestfriend’s voice is over the subject of meeting someone new.

“That’s cool but I also didn’t ask if you wanted to or not.” Harry states as he finally finds the tape, he grabs it and hands it to Mitch before zipping his duffle bag closed. “It’s not like you have to date him just meet him and don’t be a dick about it.” He explains while closing his trunk so he can begin putting his gloves on.

“But I don’t want to meet-what the fuck happened to your hands?” Harry looks over at Mitch whose eyes are glued to the bandages on his knuckles. “Did you get into a fight?” He asks as he watches Harry put a glove on his right hand, slightly struggling to get the leather to fit properly over the bandages.

“No.” Mitch’s hands fall to his sides in a huff as he glares at Harry. “He never got the chance to hit me back.” He gives Mitch a quick glance to see his reaction and as he suspected he’s not happy because Harry has a feeling his friend knows exactly who it was that gave Harry the bruised knuckles.

“It was Todd wasn’t it? You beat the shit out of him by yourself? We had a plan Harry why didn’t you just-”

“I saw his car in the parking lot of a bar on the way home from the store and I just-I reacted in a way I shouldn’t have but I don’t regret it. I know we had a plan but now it’s dealt with and we can move on.” Mitch’s eyes go wide as the thoughts of how exactly Harry dealt with Todd begin to swirl around in his head. “Relax I didn’t kill him okay? I just maybe broke a bone or two.” He explains making Mitch let out a sigh as he shakes his head in disbelief.

“You beat him up in a bar parking lot and broke a few bones? Jesus man that’s not cool what if someone saw you?”

“No one saw me besides Todd and he won’t say anything.”

“He saw you? Like your face?”

“Yes but it’s fine.”

“Harry this is very far from fine. He could have you arrested for assault and you’re just walking around with the evidence on your hands Mr. Forensic Files.” Harry shoots Mitch a hard glare as he finishes putting his gloves on but Mitch just stands there and glares at him right back because this isn’t how the two of them go about doing things, they have plans for a reason and it’s to avoid possible issues like being seen and the fact Harry is so relaxed about the whole thing isn’t sitting right with Mitch at all.

“Todd knows it was me who broke his jaw and probably a few ribs last night and he knows why. Now I know you think he could go to the police and get me arrested but he won’t because when I pulled him out of his car he wasn’t alone and who he was with was someone you have to pay to get the privilege to hang out with if you get what I’m saying.” Harry takes a step towards Mitch as he explains why he’s not worried about Todd and places a hand on his shoulder so he can give it a not so gentle squeeze.

“You broke his jaw?” Mitch asks making Harry just shrug as he releases his hold on Mitch’s shoulder.

“Well yeah what else was I supposed to do? I wasn’t going to just cut out his tongue in a bar parking lot and get blood all over the place.” Mitch lets out a chuckle as Harry bends down to grab the backpack by Mitch’s feet. “Besides he also thinks we work with computers in some company’s basement for their I.T department and a guy like Todd isn’t about to let anyone think he got his shit rocked by a computer nerd.” He states with a smirk as he places a strap of the backpack over his shoulder, Mitch can’t help but just stare at Harry for a moment before he looks behind him at the house of the man they are about to go deal with.

“And this was all because he said your wife’s casserole was dry?” Harry ignores the teasing tone of Mitch’s voice as he asks the question while the two of them head up the driveway to the man’s house.

“Yeah so imagine what I’d do to you if you try to tell her no you’re not interested in meeting Niall or you don’t want to come to the festival this weekend.” Mitch rolls his eyes as the empty threat because he knows Harry wouldn’t ever lay a hand on him unless it was absolutely necessary. “She’s making snickerdoodle cookies for the bake sale but if you agree to meeting Niall I’ll have her give you some for free.” Harry knows that the long haired man standing behind him has very few weaknesses but one of them is baked goods especially ones you make.

“Fucking asshole.” Mitch mumbles as he pulls his hair back into a low ponytail right as they make it to the front door. “Better be at least a dozen and this Niall dude better not be a douche.”

“I hear he’s quite nice and uh what’s the word? Oh a bit chatty.”

“I hate you.”

“But you love her so you’ll eat your cookies and be nice.” Is all Harry says before he knocks on the door signaling that their conversation is over and they are about to start their work so they need to be focused on the task at hand, which just so happens to be ending the life of the man who is about the answer the door.

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harryssattelitestomper · 2 years ago

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Golden☀️

A/N: Hello! This is the first part of the series, please let me know what you think and feedback on how to make my writing better is always appreciated! 🥰

Warnings: Cursing? Breaf mention of sex but it isn't described.

Wordcount: 863

Waking up early is usually equivalent to hell for me, I mean who would want to wake up from a good dream and having to actually do something? But maybe, just maybe I don't mind it as much right now. Here in the Italy sun, waking up doesn't seem like a task, moreso an actual blessing. As the sun lightly tickles my bare back and my face the events from last night come crashing to my mind, the feeling of his hands and lips making me smile.

I turn around onto my right side, facing Harry as he's still in deep sleep. I bring my hand to caress his face careful as to not wake him up, but he's always been a pretty light sleeper so it doesn't take him more than 20 seconds to slightly open his eyes and smile at me. He takes the hand I was caressing his face with and brings it to his mouth. Kissing my knuckles. "G'morning," he says, his voice deeper than usual due to the fact that he just woke up. "Morning," I answer him as I made my way closer to him, snuggling to his side.

"Should we get up and go make breakfast?"

"Mmhm jus' five mo' minutes" he replies, pulling me impossibly close to him. So close, that I could smell the lingering smell of my perfume on his skin from last night.

After finally coaxing Harry out of bed and downstairs, after his "Five more minutes" which turned into an hour, we were eating breakfast by the window looking over the sea. As I were admiring the view infront of us I spotted Harry looking at me and turned my head towards him. "What?"

"Nothing, just admiring you. What'd you wanna do today?" he questioned, turningback to his bowl and eating a spoonful of cereal.

I pondred his question for a moment and exhaled a sigh; "We should drive to the beach," I finally decided. Harry nodding to my idea.

Putting my book, suncream, a waterbottle and two towels into my Pleasing beachbag I grab my sunglasses and put them on my head. I double-check I have everything and once I'm sure I do, I head downstairs. There I see Harry standing by the door on his phone.

Once he sees me walking down the stairs he lifts his head from his phone, eyebrows pulled together. "You ready?"

"Yep,"

And just like that we made our way to the convertible Haz rented for this trip.

As we're driving along the coast, Fleetwood Mac blasting through the speakers, Harry's hand on my thigh, I'm thinking 'I have never felt this content in life'.

Just letting the breeze wash through my hair, humming along to 'Little Lies', watching Harry driving, we made our way to the beach.

Getting all of our stuff from the car, we walked to the beach.

"Can you hold this while I put down the blanket?" he asked, holding my (his) Pleasing beachbag towards me. "'Course".

When he had put the blanket down I crashed onto it immediately took out my suncream, beginning to lather it onto my skin.

"Can you put it on my back?" I ask him. When he's done putting it on my back he decides to unpromptedly put the suncream on my ass too, making sure to spank it while he's at it like the menace he is.

Laughing at his anticts, I breathed out a "Hey!" Which did nothing as he just continued to smile devilishly at me, returning to his spot on the blanket and pulling his book out.

Getting bored of just laying down me and Harry decided to go for a swim in the water.

As we were messing around, Harry dunks himself in the water, swimming underwater until he reaches me.

He appears just 15 centimeters away from my face "Hi," he says, while smiling lovingly at me.

"Hi," I let out a quiet laugh.

He grabs onto my waist pulling me into him, making me wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

We spent at least 5 minutes just gazing into eachothers eyes.

"You look so pretty wit' the sun shining to your face, you look so golden," he stated, breaking the silence.

I just lifted my hand up to his unruly brown curls, knowing how much he liked it when I played with his hair.

We spent another couple minutes just like that, in our own little bubble.

When we arrived back at Harry's villa, he told me he had to go and write something down quickly, inspiration apparently hitting him and not wanting it to be forgotten.

He came back downstairs just as quickly as he hopped up them, joining me on the couch. He made himself comfortable as I handed him his glass of red wine that I had poured while he let his inspiration flow onto the pages of his notebook.

After talking about everything and anyting, we were both on our third glass of wine making us switch topics messily, he stated something that made all of my doubts dissapear "I feel like loving you 's the antidote".

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Yes I know it's not the best but I'm trying! Writing written one-shots is not my forte but I think they're really fun to read so I'm trying to become better at it.

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tonystarkwifey · 2 years ago

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GORGEOUS | H. Styles

UPDATED* 7/8/24

𝙂𝙊��𝙂𝙀𝙊𝙐𝙎 | H. Styles - ·̇𝔍𝘈𝘔𝘐𝘌·̇୨୧ - Wattpad

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ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴛᴡᴏ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟʟʏ ꜰʟɪʀᴛᴀᴛɪᴏᴜꜱ & ɢᴏᴏꜰʏ. ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴊᴏɪɴ ɪɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ "ᴏɴʟʏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ." ꜱᴏ,ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴜɴᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ?

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ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛʟʏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘʟʏ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴏɴ, ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ꜱᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇɴʏ?

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mariasont · 1 year ago

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Give This Old Man a Heart Attack - A.H

a/n: incredibly self-indulgent per usual because i'm the biggest cry baby to ever exist

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pairings: aaron hotchner x reader

summary: you make a mistake that almost gets you killed and hotch has a few choice words about it

warnings: slight angst, happy endings, established relationship, you're in trouble, suggestive ending nothing crazy, hotch is a sucker and gives in way too easily to you

wc: 0.9k

You were an idiot. You were so utterly stupid, and you could feel the heat coursing through you, prickling at your fingertips and scorching your ears. You had braced yourself for this moment all day, but the sheer anger in Hotch's eyes was something no amount of bracing could shield you from.

You were quite accustomed to his eerily tranquil expression, often misleading, like a wolf in sheep's clothing. Today though, you were the focus of that discerning stare.

"Do you understand that gravity of your actions today?"

You were fighting every urge to cry. Confrontation had always been your Achillies' heel, a fact that seemed laughable given your line of work.

You weren't talking about the type of confrontation that came with gunning down unsubs or running into burning buildings. No, it was the intimate kind, the kind that involved the disappointment in the eyes of those you cared about, those you respected, especially him.

So here you stood, tears simmering at the edges of your vision, your hands fidgeting and folding over themselves, knuckles whitening with the pressure.

Your lips parted, ready to speak, to defend yourself, but the rising lump in your throat held the words captive. Silence seemed like the better choice, so you offered a nod instead.

Hotch's hand briefly obscured his face, thumb and middle finger pressing against the bridge of his nose, as he cast a handful of documents onto his desk. They landed haphazardly, a chaotic reflection of the mistakes you made on this case.

"You could've gotten killed." Each word was forced out between clenched teeth. Never a good sign. "In fact, you were this close."

You felt his assessment was inflated, but now was definitely not the right time to point that out. You swallowed the rising retort and cautiously shifted a fraction closer to the desk, eyes flicking to the closed door behind you.

"I'm sorry, Aaron," you said softly, voice betraying the slightest fracture. "It won't happen again."

The sound of your strained syllables caused his head to jerk up. Contrarily, you recoiled, bowing your head into your chest as you feigned interested in the carpet's intricate threads. It was an interesting color.

You failed to register him circling the desk. Not until the space between you was nearly nonexistent. The toe of his shoes just within your field of view. They were semi-brogue oxfords. His favorite.

The accumulated emotions of the week finally broke through, your shoulders trembling as you frantically brushed away the mortifying tears with your sleeve, only to feel his hands on your shoulders, drawing you into his chest.

"No, no," you protested, but the resistance in your voice was absent in your actions, as you found yourself easily giving into the warmth of his chest. "Don't feel bad for me just because I'm crying."

He said nothing, just a faint hum that filled the space, the vibrations sending ripples across your cheek.

"You—, you were reprimanding me," you paused to sniffle, "and I deserve to be reprimanded. I know what I did was stupid."

"It was." His hand lay on your back, thumb circling lightly through your dress shirt, nearly burning through the fabric. "But I'm not going to continue to berate you when I feel as though you've learned your lesson."

"You weren't berating me," you mumble against his shirt.

"I made you cry."

When you looked up, your saw the concern etched on his face, brows pinched, a frown marring his handsome face. His hands cradled your face, thumbs gently clearing the tears as you breathed out a sigh.

"I think you know me well enough to know that it doesn't take much to make me cry."

This was true. You kept your emotions were always close to the surface, whether from happiness, sadness, or sheer frustration.

Once you had sobbed over the unequal lengths of your shoelace bows. Morgan then proceeded to ask if you had ever been tested for autism.

"It doesn't make it any more disheartening to see," he said, shifting his hands to rest on your shoulders. He looked tired and it made you want to cry all over again.

"Would you feel that way if I was Reid?" You asked. It was a loaded question. One you peppered him with often.

You had strived to draw clear lines between your professional and personal lives, but moments like this made it very difficult.

He didn't even bother you with a response, and he didn't need to. You knew the answer.

Another quick look over your shoulder, and you pressed a swift kiss to his lips. There was a moment of hesitation from him, the stickler for rules that he is, but soon his restraint gave way, his hand seeking you with a desperate intensity.

He drew back just enough to study your face, like he was trying to commit every detail to memory, like he was making sure you were really there.

"You really scared me today," he confessed, your foreheads resting together as your eyes locked.

"I know."

"Please don't do that again," he implored, pausing only to plant another quick kiss on your upper lip. "This old man's heart can only take so much."

You beamed at him with a cheeky smile. "I can't make any guarantees."

As you headed for the door, he sent a quick slap to your ass, drawing out a bubbly giggle that vibrated through the room.

That old man's heart definitely might give out after what you had planned for tonight.

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littlemisslipbalm · 5 years ago

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“I am not going to join your band”

Summary: You’re longtime best friends with Mitch Rowland and you’re in love with him. When he starts working with Harry you tag along and watch as Mitch falls in love with Sarah. But Harry watches them too and you realize you have each other.

A/N: Why is this lowkey a Mitch fanfic at the beginning OMG - i didn’t mean for it to be like that but it kind of reads that way. I will definitely be doing a part 2 I just wanted to kind of set the stage for what is to come (likely another three part kind of thing). NOT (really) PROOFREAD AND FEEDBACK MUCH APPRECIATED (I love hearing from you)

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, otherwise this is just HS1 Studio FLUFF

Part 2

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All your life had been exceptionally boring. And you had no complaints. You were from a family with two parents, two siblings, and a pet. You went to public school and performed well, but never excelled in anything because you didn’t care to. You chose to go to college just an hour away from your hometown, a small liberal arts school. Your life was, by all accounts, average. You weren’t super popular and you weren’t bullied excessively around town. You just existed there.

The only thing, or person, rather, in your life that you really thought made it exceptional was Mitch. Mitch grew up next door to you when you were kids, he was a few years older but he didn’t mind hanging with you. You eventually became best friends and did everything together. Sneaking in through his window to play with his pet lizard when you were seven. Sneaking out with him to drive around in his car and drink stolen alcohol when you were sixteen. You did everything with Mitch. You thought he was your soulmate. While he was quiet with others and that sometimes freaked them out, you either enjoyed the silence or got to see his truly imaginative and beautiful personality.

Mitch was a musician all his life and you sat with him when he learned to play on his thrifted first ever guitar and attended every one of his high school rock band’s shows, even if that meant sneaking into a bar at fourteen.

Staying close to home wasn’t hard because that’s where Mitch was. Even if nothing ever had even remotely happened between you and Mitch, you held out hope. He had thought about it just once, if neither of you found anyone else it might be nice to have a family together, but he had dismissed it quickly. Mitch saw you as a little sister and loved having you as his best friend who he could tell anything to, but it was never going to be anything more for him.

So there you and Mitch were, living your little lives in Middle America, nothing to your names, but some average education, affordable apartments, and going-nowhere jobs. That is, until one day Mitch’s roommate called him up to ask if he could come play guitar for some musician’s album he was working on. The musician’s guitarist had called in sick and Mitch’s roommate had volunteered Mitch for the job. That’s when Mitch’s life changed, but what about yours?

It was heading into the second week of Mitch working on the musician’s album, who you had found out to be the famous Harry Styles. Mitch had come home after the first day and called you to come over. When you arrived, he told you how Harry and him had gotten along so well and Harry had invited him to keep coming back and playing on the album. You had never seen Mitch so excited and you were happy for him. You couldn’t help the twinge in your heart though when he kept bringing up someone named ‘Sarah’. She was apparently the drummer and had been very nice to Mitch, as well.

Now Mitch had this whole other life and you were sat there like what the hell am I supposed to do now? Then on that Saturday evening, after a long day in the studio for Mitch, he had come over to watch a movie and unwind with you, he asked if you wanted to tag along to the studio with him on Monday and see how it’s going. He was always telling you how cool everything was and you were quick to jump at the chance to both hang out with Mitch and see him doing what he loved.

On Monday, Mitch picked you up and drove you to the studio. When you got inside the building you were already amazed. The place was small, but so incredibly cool to you. You had never been to a real recording studio before and one of the things you and Mitch loved to do together was music - listening to it, playing it, buying it, so this was an unforgettable experience. Mitch walked through one of the bigger studios doors and the two of you entered the part of the studio that was where all the soundboards and tech was.

Harry, the man who had practically fallen in love with Mitch as well, was inside the room already. He turned to Mitch and beamed his large smile, his teeth a shiny white. You could tell why everyone in the world was in love with Harry just from that smile, it was truly an ‘award-winning smile’. “Mitch!” he exclaimed and gave him a tight hug. Mitch only smiled softly. When Harry pulled back his eyes flitted over to your figure standing just slightly behind Mitch. “You’ve brought a friend ‘round, that is so lovely!” he first said to Mitch and then turned back to you, “What is your name, love?” You extended your hand and said your name, Harry only glanced at your hand and then pulled you into a hug as well, a slightly less exuberant hug, but a hug nonetheless. You loved Mitch, but you didn’t understand how this bright and bubbly man had warmed up so quickly to Mitch’s quiet and solemn exterior.

Harry looked at Mitch with something in his eye you couldn’t quite place after the three of you chatted for awhile. “Well, you’re very lucky to have this man in your life, Y/N, he’s one of the best guitarists I’ve ever met, like, holy fuck, he is good.” You smiled at his praise for Mitch, and glanced adoringly at Mitch. Mitch only ducked his head at Harry’s enthusiastic praise. Whatever reasons Harry had for adoring Mitch, you were pretty sure it meant Mitch’s chance to get out of his old life, including you.

Then, it was time for them to get to work. Harry and Mitch had already written one song together, or at least Mitch had helped Harry to finish it. Today, Harry wanted the band to play it for the first time all together. Harry had told you to make yourself comfortable on the couch in the soundboard room. You watched as the band set up all of their equipment and you felt your ears burn when you saw Mitch talk to the woman you identified as Sarah. You didn’t want to be jealous, you hated feeling possessive over a man that you weren’t even with, but you just felt like you were watching Mitch slip from your life more and more as every moment passed.

The band started playing the opening chords of what Harry had called Woman when he said into his microphone, “Take 1...of many for Woman.” You smiled as you watched Mitch get into his guitar playing for the song, he sounded amazing. But as much as you liked to watch Mitch play, you couldn’t help but stare at Harry when he began to sing. He was talented, beyond talented, his voice sounded angelic to you. He grooved a bit to the instruments as he sang the lyrics. It was a beautiful song, you thought, wishing you could have someone write a song like that about you.

As the song reached over half way through, Mitch breaks into a rad guitar solo and for the first time since Harry began singing you looked back over to Mitch. That was kind of where the song ended, there was just a final time when Harry proclaims “Woman!” and it ends. You weren’t sure if it was normal to stand and applaud after a studio recording session, but you did anyway. You jumped up and down a little and clapped. The entire band smiled back at you and Harry leaned into the microphone, “Y/N, why don’t you come in here and join us?” You happily agreed and went into the adjoined room.

Harry told everyone to take a breather for about five, so the band was drinking water and chatting. When you got there you immediately belinned to Mitch and began to gush over how much you loved his solo and his playing throughout. Mitch talked in hushed tones back to you, saying where he thought he might speed up or slow down at parts. You didn’t notice Harry had walked up behind you and you jumped a bit at his voice. “Didn’t mean to give you a fright, love. How’d you think it sounded?” Harry inquired. You tilted your head to look up at him, while Mitch was perched on an amp, Harry stood tall beside you. “It was lovely, the lyrics were epic and I loved the beat of it. I was just telling Mitch how amazing his guitar solo was…” your cheeks brightening when you mentioned Mitch. Harry had some knowing smile again.

“You’ll have to thank Sarah for delivering that beat, however, Mitch and I wrote those lyrics,” Harry continued the conversation with you. You couldn’t believe how normal he was for being a world famous singer and boy band member - just a year ago. One Direction was a huge deal, yet here Harry was asking you how you’d liked the song and talking to you like you knew a thing or two about music. You and Harry talked about the song for a bit more, Mitch staying silent for almost the entirety of the conversation, you noticed his eyes wandered over to Sarah who was talking to Adam, the bassist. Then, it was time for Harry to listen to the song when the tech crew came back. When he did, he made notes for both the band and the tech crew and everyone got back to work. On the third go around of the song, you decided you were done giving them a round of applause.

They worked on Woman for half the day. When lunch time rolled around, Harry decided he was happy with how the song sounded, ‘good for now’ was all he said, obviously still not satisfied with how it sounded. During lunch you sat beside Mitch and across from Harry. The more you got to know Harry, the more you liked him. He was very playful and free spirited, but also took his passion very seriously and was endlessly grateful for the opportunities he had been given. As you warmed up to Harry, you noticed Mitch being a bit more animated. Had he been keeping his guard up because he wasn’t sure if you and Harry would get along?

There was still sometime before the break ended, but everyone had finished eating. You excused yourself to the bathroom, but when you came back, you saw Mitch occupied with Sarah. You looked helplessly on as he smiled and laughed with her. You felt left out as you really didn’t know anyone else but Mitch there. Sure you had gotten to know Harry a bit, but he was a rockstar and a guy you barely knew, you couldn’t just go up to him and ask to become your new best friend. Harry noticed you standing alone and walked up behind you, this time knowing to tap your shoulder to make you aware of his presence. You turned around at the touch you felt on your right shoulder, you were greeted with Harry’s bright eyes and soft smile. “Do you play any instruments?” Harry asked you. That’s random. “Eh, I can play some piano and guitar. I love piano, but I don’t keep up with it as much as I should.” “Well, you should keep coming here with Mitch. You could get some practice in, we’ve got a piano here somewhere,” Harry said as he raised his head and started to look dramatically around the room. “‘S right behind you,” you smiled at the man who had given Mitch a chance and now seemed to be giving you a chance, too. Harry whipped his head around, “Ahh…Well I’ll make sure it’s tuned for you for tomorrow.” You thanked him and the two of you began chatting about Harry’s visions for the album.

Three Weeks Later

“I am not joining your band, Harry, I’m not even that good of a piano player!” You threw your hands up. “Will you hush? You’re amazing, quit denying it,” Harry grinned as he pinned your arms down to your sides and flipped you around, “Now play exactly what you showed me earlier.” He marched you to the piano and plopped you into the accompanying stool. You huffed a sigh and placed your fingers on the keys. “You don’t even have piano on all-” “Ap, bahp, bahp! Plaayyy…” Harry cut you off and then added, “Please?” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Such a baby.

You had been coming with Mitch to the studio for almost a month now. After your first day, Harry had retuned the idle piano for you and you had messed around with it when they weren’t recording. You and Harry had become closer over the time, he realized you were almost the female version of Mitch, but slightly less shy and slightly more opinionated. And you had realized that Harry was the kindest man you knew, only after Mitch. Mitch and Sarah had also become closer in the past three weeks. As much as it pained you to watch, you could never look away. The band and you started to go out every night and every night Mitch and Sarah always ended up sitting apart from everyone else wrapped in their own world. It hurt your heart so much, but you pushed through, happy to be around all the amazing people you had gotten to know. As well, whenever you were left alone, Harry always seemed to pop up, chatting about what was next for the album and what you had been doing on the piano earlier in the day.

Today, you had sought out Harry, wanting to show him something you’d been playing with since yesterday. When he heard what you played he brought up something he had mentioned a couple weeks ago, that you had thought was a joke, he wanted you to join the band - to play keys. You laughed it off, but Harry persisted. Now he was having you play the little random piece you had made up for everyone: the band and the crew. Your stomach was doing flips and your heart was in your throat. This was one of the main reasons you didn’t think you could be in Harry’s band, anxiety. It was minor, but you definitely had some - if your nerves in your physical body and your thoughts in your brain were any indication.

Finally, you began to play. It was the tune of what would become Sweet Creature. When you finished the early sound of it, there was silence. Sarah was the first to clap and then everyone followed quickly after. You ducked your head down and then looked up again with a smile on your face. It widened when you looked over at Harry and Mitch right by your side. You had never had people saying something of yours was great. Harry and Mitch stayed in the studio room with you, excited at the new prospect of a song. The album had reached a roadblock a couple days ago. Harry wasn’t liking any of the songs they were making and he was struggling to write any new ones. This, your art, was a breakthrough. After you had played, Mitch picked up one of the acoustic guitars laying around and began to play the same tune on the strings. Harry began to hum along. They twiddled with your tune a bit, but eventually they had to let it go for the time being. Lunch had ended and they still had to keep working on the other unfinished songs.

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princesspogue · 2 years ago

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social media au

pov: you’re mitch & sarah’s sons nanny

pairing: harry styles x y/n

face claim: bella golden

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yourusername nature day 💚☘️🍃🌱🌳

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fan14 imagine getting to nanny for mitch & sarah i’m so jealous 😭

fan26 you’re so pretty

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fan45 HARRY?!

fan77 you’re living the dream life

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yourusername can confirm me & mr rowland-jones made it through 5 songs before having to go back to the hotel for bed 🫥

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pillowpersonpp 😂💚

fan87 5 songs that’s literally nothing!!!

fan03 harry when he sees them leave early: 👺

↳ harrystyles @/fan03 they’re the only exception.

harrystyles please come again.

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fan887 harry low-key simping

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fan67 this is so cute

fan55 does harry actually get anything done when you’re in the studio lmao

↳ yourusername @/fan55 no comment 🫣

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harrystyles i’m baby?

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Celebritysights Is Harry Styles off the market? Sorry to break it to you ladies. 💔 Harry looked loved up this morning outside Abbey Road studios packing on the PDA with a mystery woman.

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fan64 100% him & @/yourusername

fan38 boyfriendrry is officially back!!

fan88 i’m in mourning 💔

fan708 how about not invading their privacy??

fan14 coincidence that y/n just posted about being at abbey road? i think not 🤡

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fan14 bestie leak the song 😌

fan45 WE KNEW IT

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fan344 SCREAMING, CRYING, THROWING UP

fan17 so happy for you two

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fan04 i can’t decide who i’m more jealous of, harry or y/n lmao

fan57 it couple for real

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haarrrys · 2 years ago

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Hey could you do another Harry and his daughter blurb. Like Harry being clingy to her and being affectionate?

of course i can! it’s a little short but i hope u enjoy ~

your my baby say it to me

w.c - 300+

🏷️ tags - dad!harry , singledad!harry , mitchrowland , dad!harry x amani, and of course, fluff.

summary - harry being a *little* clingy towards his daughter when he’s supposed to be getting ready

pairing - singledad!harry & daughter!amani 🍪🥛

more harry & amani

“harry, shows starting soon, you really gotta get your suit on man.” mitch sighed, rolling his eyes at his friend, who has his almost one year old daughter in a makeshift swaddle (although she’s getting to old for it). harry was supposed to be getting ready ten minutes ago— but of course once amani awoke from her nap he couldn’t help but coo at her puffy face, and show no hesitation to cuddle her when she cried for him.

long forgotten was the pink suit he was supposed to be wearing.

“can’t, she wants to cuddle with her dada, right mani?” harry said, kissing his daughters cheeks, and earning a little nod from her, though harry knows she doesn’t understand what he said. he also knows jeff will have his head once he finds out he still hasn’t gotten ready, but he can’t make himself care no matter how hard he tries. post-nap time is one of his most favorite things, his daughter wakes up clingy and cuddly and harry loves it. he gives her all the cuddles she could want, and anyone who tries to tear them apart during this time is most likely to fail.

mitch knows this, so he accepts his defeat and finds a nearby concession stand to occupy himself.

once harry and his daughter are alone again, he smiles at her, sitting her up in his lap. “mani?” he says, getting her attention. the little one looks up at him and smiles around her dummy. “i love you,” he coos, tickling her tummy. amani copies him, attempting to say it back but it comes out as incoherent blubbering.

“oh my— baby, did you just tell me you love me? you love dada?” harry gasps, searching for his phone if she says it again. he’s sure he would look crazy to anyone else, but his baby finds it endearing.

it’s only until sarah enters the room and forcefully pulls amani away from him and lets jeff coerce him into his suit that he finally gets ready.

ps- to all the lovely anons who sent in requests, im working on them! i don’t have much time to do them but i try to do what i can :) sorry for delays <3

as always , requests are open! ty for reading 📖 ☕️

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cupidslove1 · 3 years ago

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part 6

(other parts)

harrystyles via stories

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harryaly TAYLOR SWIFT REFERENCE im dead 💀 Happy birthday Violet!❤️

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↳ violetcollins I wish you could have been here too!:(

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hazanges · 4 years ago

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part 2 of this aka mitch’s bff concept :))

lmk what you want to see 🖤

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[JANUARY 2019]

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see translation: me, you, & the moon

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harryfan1 THE 1D REFERENCE

harryfan2 you’re in the dark

yourinstagram well I’ll tell you what, Sherlock Holmes… you’re unbelievable 🤦🏼‍♀️

mitchrowland so proud of you!

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tpwkupdates HARRY IN JAPAN RECENTLY!

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harryfan4 Y/N MADE A REFERENCE TO JAPAN YALL

harryfan5 omg imagine going to japan with harry 😭😭

[MAY 2019]

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alessandro_michele 🖤🌹

harryfan6 WHATS GOOD EVERYONE ARE WE ALL SEEING THIS

harryfan7 MET GALA HARRY MET GALA HARRY

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mitchrowland Y/N is almost done with finals. p.s. drink more water, dude.

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harryfan8 drink more water, dude

harryfan9 drink more water, dude

pillowpersonpp drink more water, dude

harryfan10 harry loves himself an educated gal

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shawnxstyles · 4 years ago

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IN FRONT OF SARAH??

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You Can Start a Family (Extra: Storms)

Summary: When a storm delays Mitch, Sarah, and Harry, you can't help but begin to panic. In the end, they arrive home and make everything okay again.

Word Count: 1.5K

CW/tags: mentions of past family deaths, storm anxiety, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut, poly, p-in-v sex

AN: Had a different story planned and then we got an afternoon of severe storms and this came to mind. Great excuse to write a mix of fluff dry comfort with a little bit of spice.

Previous chapters on my masterlist!

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You'd never really been scared of thunderstorms. In fact, you actually liked them. The hot rain pouring down, only lasting a little while before dissipating, leaving behind the smell of petrichor, and steam billowing off the hot pavement.

You’d stay inside, playing board games or reading a book with the stormy ambiance outside the window. Sometimes you’d be at the town pool when the rain rolled in, and you and all your friends would take cover in the bathroom or under the building's overhang.

It wasn’t scary, it was fun!

So you’re not sure why now, as a full grown adult, this particular thunderstorm has you scared and anxious.

Well, maybe that’s a lie. You have an idea of what has you worried.

Mitch, Sarah, and Harry left the studio half an hour ago. They should be back by now. Your mind spirals with what ifs. What if a branch fell on the car? What if they got struck by lightning?

What if they got in an accident?

That one especially worries you, having already lost your mother and sister due to a car accident. And while you know that sometimes you have a habit of panicking when it’s not necessary, you feel like your panic is valid.

The lights flicker in your apartment, and your anxiety levels rise. You try to keep yourself busy, moving around to gather flashlights and batteries, candles and lighters. You even remember that you have an old lantern so you spend nearly ten minutes digging through boxes to find it.

And still, the others aren’t home. Another loud clap of thunder makes you jump, and before you can settle your heart rate, there’s noise at the front door. In your anxious state, your mind creates numerous scenarios of who could be at the door.

But then it opens, and to your great relief, Harry and Sarah walk in.

You rush to them, standing on your tiptoes and wrapping an arm around each of their necks. You don’t care that they’re soaking wet, you just care that they’re here in one piece.

Until your mind catches up and you worriedly ask, “Where’s Mitch? Is he okay?”

“He’s fine,” Sarah quickly reassures. “He dropped us off and went to park the car. He’ll be in at any moment.”

“What happened? Why did it take you so long to get home?”

Harry answers this time saying, “Some branches fell, we got detoured a couple of times.”

“We’re okay, Y/N,” Sarah says gently, knowing how scared you sometimes get, and that you need extra reassurance in moments like this.

“We’re here,” Harry adds, his hand coming to rest on your waist, letting you feel him. The door opens, and a soaking wet Mitch walks in, standing just on the welcome mat so as to not drip all over the floor.

You don’t care about the water, and before anyone can say anything you move so that you can hug him as well.

“What’s going on?” He asks, clearly confused.

Harry answers, “Y/N got worried when we took so long to get home. Thought something had happened.”

“Oh,” Mitch says quietly, now understanding, and he doesn’t hesitate to hold you close. Soon the wet clothes in the air conditioned room cause you all to shiver, and Mitch suggests, “How about a warm bath together?”

Everyone is in agreement, and you all decide to leave any wet garments at the front door to deal with later. The storm has calmed down, and you’re confident that the power will stay on, but decide to bring in the candles anyway, leaving the lights dim and letting the flickering wicks cast a romantic glow.

The four of you slide into the ridiculously large tub that's now filled with warm water and lavender scented bubbles. Everyone’s quiet, just relaxing and enjoying a quiet moment together.

“I’m sorry we didn’t text you,” Harry says suddenly.

“What?” You ask.

“When we were coming home. We should have let you know about the detours, told you we were okay. Explained why we’d be late,” he elaborates.

“It’s alright. I’m sure it was a stressful situation,” you reply.

“We still should have kept you in the loop,” he says.

“It’s over now. You’re all here, and you’re safe, and that’s what matters. Don’t beat yourself up over it,” you state. Knowing that he still feels badly, you slide over to lean against his side.

“Let me wash your hair?” you ask. “That would make me feel better.” He laughs and nods, knowing how much you enjoy running your fingers through everyone’s hair, massaging their scalps. You spend time meticulously pampering the three of them, after which they of course return the favor.

After Harry helps you rinse off the last of the product from your hair, he ducks down to press a soft kiss to your lips. One peck leads to another, then another, and soon you find yourself opening your mouth to let him in. Pulling back for air, you notice Mitch and Sarah in a similar position next to the two of you.

“Bed?” Harry asks, all of you quickly agreeing. The stopper on the tub is pulled, candles are blown out, and you all grab a towel to dry off, but that’s not the priority right now. It isn't long before you’re all piling into bed. As always, there’s some shifting around before settling and finding the position you want tonight.

It’s one that’s becoming a favorite of yours. You and Sarah lay on your sides facing each other, Mitch spooning her from behind and Harry doing the same behind you. Sarah leans in for a kiss, the two of you quickly getting into a rhythm. Meanwhile the boys are silently communicating so that they can slide into you both at the same time.

Harry begins to thrust and you gasp, Sarah moaning into your mouth telling you Mitch and Harry are moving in sync. Sarah captures your lips one more and your hand goes to rest on your hip. Mitch finds it and intertwines your fingers. This is why you love this position so much. It’s one where you get contact with all three of them, and get to share this intimate moment with them.

You shift closer to Sarah, lifting your legs to wrap around her, allowing Harry to hit even deeper inside of you. You hear him groan above you but it gets cut off by Mitch pulling him in for a kiss. The room is filled with sounds of pleasure, getting louder as you all reach your peak.

The four of you then lay in bed, totally sated and catching your breath. You all exchange soft kisses while enjoying the post-orgasm glow. But soon you start to notice your surroundings.

“This bed is wet,” you state.

“Yea. It is,” Harry agrees.

“Should we change the sheets?” Sarah asks.

“Too much work,” Mitch replies. “Stay in the guest room?”

“That bed is a queen, we won’t fit,” Harry answers.

Without saying anything else, you get up, rinse off, throw on one of Harry’s big t-shirts and some shorts, and head to the living room. The others are curious, but they let you do your thing. By the time they’ve also gotten cleaned up and dressed, you’ve set up the couch and ottomans to create a bed in the living room. You’ve collected spare pillows and blankets, creating a cozy slumber party-like vibe.

“This looks lovely,” Sarah says, diving onto the couch with no hesitation. You join her, the boys quickly following. Like before you and Sarah are together in the middle, but this time Mitch is on your other side while Harry is behind Sarah.

You ask about their day, chatting and catching up after being apart for hours. After a little while you drift off to sleep, Mitch’s warm arm around you.

But then you’re startled awake by a loud crashing noise. Sitting up you’re disoriented, not sure where you are or what has woken you. And then lightning strikes, illuminating the room and reminding you where you’d fallen asleep. Thunder crashes and your anxiety from earlier returns.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Mitch says, having woken up when you left his arms. “We’re alright. We’re all safe.”

You lean against him, letting him comfort you. The storm rages on, and now instead of being afraid, you’re once again fascinated. Watching the rain, you tell Mitch how you can count the seconds between lightning and thunder to know how far away the storm is. Eventually, it calms down, and you lay back down. Sarah, somehow still asleep, instinctively reaches for you, and you easily move into her arms.

Surrounded by the three people you love most, you relax and fall back to sleep. You’re not sure if you’ll ever heal from your past traumas, or if you’ll ever be able to stop worrying about those you love. But at least you know that they’ll always be there to comfort and reassure you, no matter what.

Best of all, by the time you wake up the next morning, they’ve taken care of all the wet sheets and clothes left behind the night before.

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AN: Thank you for reading! LMK if there's anything you want to see for this story! Sorry if the formatting is weird at all, it's the first post I'm doing from my new tablet so I'm still figuring it out.

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harrywavycurly · 9 months ago

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Lasagna Casserole: A Harry Styles AU One Shot✨

Masterlist: Here

Pairing: Killer!Harry x Wife!Reader

TW: Harry is a serial killer(yeah you read that correctly), mentions of blood, handling of a body after death.

A/N: This is random as hell and honestly it’s not even that dark minus the fact Harry does kill people BUT you’ll never really see how, but I get it if this isn’t your thing. I just had to get it out of my brain to make room for other stuff.

Summary: You call your husband Harry while he’s working because you don’t know what to bring to your company potluck, enjoy you having no clue what your man really does for work and Harry not hesitating to answer your call no matter how busy he is✨

“Really?” Harry shoots his coworker and longtime friend Mitch a glare as he spots his long brown hair falling around his face as the two of them look at the body in the trunk of a rental car. “You don’t have a hair tie? You’re going to leave hair follicles all over the body and we aren’t exactly supposed to even know who the fuck this man is.” He snaps making Mitch let out a huff as he pulls out a scrunchie from his back pocket so he can quickly put his hair in a low bun.

“Hair follicles? You’ve been watching that show again haven’t you?” Mitch asks as he grabs his bag from the trunk and slings the strap over his shoulder.

“It’s called forensic files and it’s a good show.” Harry says with a shrug as he grabs his duffle bag before closing the trunk. “You could learn a thing or two actually because did you know they can get DNA from inside someone’s teeth? Like not just dental records and all that. Like if you don’t do a proper job at pulling them out they can somehow get like the pulp or some-”

“Are you saying I don’t do a good job?” Mitch tilts his head to the side as he looks at Harry who just shakes his head and reaches over and gives his friend a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“You kidding? You’re an artist with a pair of pliers in your hand.” Harry watches as a small smile appears on his face as the two of them begin making their way towards a familiar section of woods near the end of the deserted parking lot. “But the show teaches you a lot of weird mistakes other people have made like really you’d be shocked at some of the odd shit people do when killing someone.” This makes Mitch raise an eyebrow as he digs around in his bag for a flashlight, he pushes the on button to make sure it works and nods in approval to himself when it turns on without any issue.

“Like what?” He asks as he turns the flashlight off before handing it to Harry who puts it in his duffle bag, Mitch is always in charge of making sure the two of them have their kits properly stocked for after the job is done. While Harry is more so in charge of making sure they have everything they could possibly need to get the job done however the two of them see fit, it always depends on their mood and who the person is as to how they go about handling it but both of them usually prefer to be as clean and quick as possible.

“Biting.” Harry states as he grabs the gloves Mitch hands to him, he catches the look of disgust flash across his friend’s face and he just nods in agreement. “Yeah I know. It’s like a thing though apparently? It’s been a major factor on a few episodes on how the killers get caught because they leave their bite marks on their victims.” He explains as he slips the gloves into his front pocket so he’ll be able to reach them quicker a little later on when it comes time to take the man out of the trunk.

“Fucking weirdos.” Mitch mumbles as he leads the way down to the trail the two of them have used quite a few times since they found it over a year ago.

“Another thing is footwear.” Harry says with a huff as he adjusts his duffle bag on his shoulder. “The things these people can do to trace your shoes back to you is a little concerning but also very neat.” Mitch lets out a chuckle as Harry continues to talk about the odd things that could potentially get a murderer caught.

“Do I need different shoes?” Mitch asks as they begin to get a little deeper into the woods using the trail.

“No your shoes are fine but just know they can be traced back to you.”

“Like to me specifically or just to where I bought them?”

“To you. I watched them go from making an impression of someone’s shoe to them finding the store and from there finding the owner of the damn shoe.”

“Jesus. Well I can’t just be out here barefoot.”

“Well no shit.”

“So what should I do Mr. Forensic Files?”

“I’m not saying you need to do anything just be aware-” Harry stops his rant making Mitch turn and look at him and that’s when he notices Harry has also stopped walking, Mitch opens his mouth to say something but Harry is quick to hold a finger up as he grabs his phone out of his back pocket allowing the faint buzzing sound to be heard since Harry was smart enough to turn the ringer off but made sure he’d still know if you called or texted him. A smile takes over his face when he sees your name flashing on the screen, Mitch rolls his eyes as he watches Harry slide his thumb across the screen so he can answer the call.

“Hey baby.” Harry says sweetly into the phone as he gives Mitch a look that tells him to continue walking, Harry hears you let out a sigh of relief as the two of them continue down the unused bike trail just outside the cities largest cemetery, it’s a rather nice trail but Harry understands why it’s untouched seeing as not many people enjoy an afternoon or evening ride so close to a few hundred people’s final resting place.

“Oh thank god you answered.” Your voice is full of panic as you run a hand through your hair while standing in the middle of your kitchen.

“S’everything alright love?” He asks as Mitch walks a bit ahead of him so he can start the process of finding where exactly the man they just took care of is going to go and if he’s going to need to dig multiple holes or not. “What’s got you all worked up?” Harry adjusts the strap of his duffle bag on his shoulder as he hears the sound of pages being turned quite harshly and quickly so he can only assume you’re in the kitchen because when he looks down at his watch on his right hand it’s not even half past five so there’s no way you’re already in bed reading your romance novel you keep tucked away in your nightstand.

Now Harry wouldn’t say he knows exactly what you’re doing at every hour of the day but he would say he has a faint idea of what you could possibly be up to, but he blames that on his job because he can’t exactly not know your whereabouts when he’s out dealing with people in an unsavory way. He needs to at least have a roundabout time frame of when you’re going to be gone at work, or off to the shops with the girls or his favorite is when you go off with his mom and sister for the day because that means he doesn’t have to rush or be worried he will run into you while discarding a body in the woods or a nearby park. The one thing Harry prides himself on is that he won’t ever have to worry about coming home covered in someone else’s blood and scaring the absolute daylights out of you. Since meeting you he refuses to ever even give you the opportunity to accidentally see anything you shouldn’t so he always just showers and takes care of his dirty clothes at a hotel and a dry cleaners he’s been using for years that if you slide them extra cash don’t ask questions about all the odd red stains on his dress shirts.

“I don’t know what to make for my work’s potluck tomorrow and I’m just a bit panicked because you know Regina is going to make those brownies that everyone dies for and I just-I want to make something good.” The words leave your mouth in a rush but Harry is used to your rants, having been married to you for three years but dated you for two before hand, he’s no stranger to you putting these sort of things off till the last minute then getting yourself worked up and stressed over it until you finally cave and ask him for help because that’s the other thing, you won’t ask him for help until you absolutely need to.

Harry looks at Mitch who is eyeing a decent sized area of land that Harry knows for a fact neither of them have hidden anyone else in, so when Mitch looks over at Harry with a raised brow he just holds a finger up making the long haired man let out a sigh as he places his hands on his hips. The thing is Mitch can’t even really get that annoyed with Harry in this situation because he knows how much the man truly loves and adores his wife, he’s seen him put a pause on slicing someone’s throat once just because you called and then there was the time Harry nearly set the whole house on fire instead of just the man’s car they had just paid a visit to because he was distracted by your multiple drunk texts during a girls night out back when the two of you were just dating and wasn’t looking where the lighter fluid was spilling before he lit the match. So this isn’t anything new to Mitch, standing aside and letting Harry take a few minutes to talk to you during a work night, he knows you have no clue what you’re even calling in the middle of and honestly sometimes both men need the distraction of your randomly timed calls or texts.

“Tell me your options baby and I’ll help you pick the one I think your coworkers will like the most.” Harry quickly takes the phone away from his ear and hits the mute button before he hits the speaker button so he will be able to hear you but you won’t be able to hear him. “Think he’ll fit in this spot in one piece?” Harry asks making Mitch take a harder look at the area before looking back at Harry.

“Yeah he’s a small dude he’ll fit here just fine.” Mitch answers making Harry smile because he hates cutting people up it’s way too bloody for his taste and he just got these boots as a random gift from you a few days ago and he’d hate to get them bloodied so soon because Mitch does a lot of things but dismemberment has always been a hard no for him leaving the task to Harry.

“I can do lasagna casserole? Or tuna casserole? People love a good tuna casserole.” Your voice brings Harry’s attention back to you as Mitch drops his bag down and opens it up so he can look for his shovel. Harry unmutes you and puts you off speaker as he brings the phone back up to his ear.

“There’s no such thing as a good tuna casserole my love.” Harry laughs when he hears you let out a scoff and he can practically picture you with your hand on your chest making a dramatic face as if he just insulted you in the worst way imaginable.

“I must’ve called the wrong number because my husband loves my tuna casserole. He’s told me so on several occasions.” You move the hand that was clutching your chest down to your hip as you try to hold back a laugh because you know very well that Harry tells you he loves everything you cook, even when the bottom of the pie is burnt or the rice is overdone he looks at you with a warm smile and tells you how delicious it is.

“I think it’s more so that your husband just loves you sweetheart. That’s all.” He explains making you smile against the phone.

“You really don’t like my tuna casserole?” Your voice is softer now and Harry feels a twinge of guilt hit his chest but he just brushes it off because the truth is always best, or at least in situations like these.

“I’m sorry baby but it’s not my favorite.” He figures avoiding telling you the words he doesn’t like it will help you not be too upset because the last thing he wants to do right now if make you upset when he’s currently in the middle of the woods near a cemetery with his bestfriend digging a grave for a man they have in a trunk of a car. “But the lasagna casserole sounds lovely.” He quickly adds as he drops his duffle bag next to Mitch’s and looks down at the watch on his wrist so he can try to give you a decent estimate on when he’ll be home when you ask, because he knows you’re going to ask eventually.

“Yeah? I’m not sure. I’ve made something similar once and Todd told me it was bland and a bit dry but he just-”

“Todd? Who’s that sweetheart? Haven’t mentioned him before is he new?” Mitch quirks a brow at Harry’s questions because he knows that tone. It’s the one Harry uses when he is trying to cover up the anger that’s starting to simmer deep down inside of him but Mitch just doesn’t understand what would make the man angry over a discussion about casseroles for a company potluck.

“He started in my department last year I think you met him at the Christmas party? Remember he was the one who asked about your tattoos and if-”

“The twat who tried to get you under the mistletoe before I showed up is Todd?” Harry doesn’t mean to let his voice get as loud as it does and he really didn’t mean to let the insult slip out because he knows you don’t like that kind of talk but you just ignore it because you know how your husband gets when you mention people who have been slightly rude to you, especially men. He’s always been a bit protective of you and it’s something you’ve grown to love about him even if it did take some getting used to in the beginning because well, Harry can be very intimidating when he wants to be and sometimes when he’s not even trying.

“That’s what happens when you show up late to things Harry. People try to smooch your wife.” Harry rolls his eyes as he runs his free hand through his hair, he knows you’re joking to try to lighten his mood but he also knows you’re well aware of how slightly possessive he is of you even though he does try his very hardest to keep it under wraps but he doesn’t take things like other people trying to put the moves on you very lightly.

“I just think Todd could do with a few lessons on proper manners that’s all love.” Mitch gives Harry a look as he pauses his digging and Harry just ignores him as turns so he’s facing away from Mitch. “So what’s the verdict hmm? Lasagna or tuna casserole?” He doesn’t want to seem like he’s rushing you but the sooner he’s off the phone with you the sooner the hole gets dug and the body is in the ground the sooner he’s on his way back home to you.

“Lasagna.” You answer as you flip to the page for the recipe in your cookbook. “When will you be home? I miss you.” You ask with a slight pout because Harry was gone when you woke up this morning and only stopped by on his lunch break to see you for a bit before he was rushing off again to go meet Mitch. Harry can’t help but find himself smiling at the sound of your little pouty whine telling him you miss him because he knows that just means you’ll be extra clingy when he gets home and to be honest he quite likes it when you’re in your clingy cuddly mood because it helps him relax after dealing with all the stress of what he’s had to do during the day.

“I’ll be home by the time you’re ready for your evening bath my love so make sure you put in one of those little bubble things I like okay? The one that makes you all soft and smells like vanilla.” He can hear you smile over the phone and it makes him grin, he loves being able to make you smile even when he’s not around. “I’ve got to go now baby but I love you okay? Keep me updated on the casserole and please be careful with the oven? Don’t want you burning yourself.” He says with a smile as he hears you giggle through the phone when he tells you to be careful with the oven.

“I love you too and I’ll send you a photo when it’s done and if you’re good maybe I’ll let you try some when you get home.” Harry laughs and just nods his head and tells you goodbye and that he loves you one more time before hanging up and putting his phone back in his pocket.

“We aren’t killing Todd.” Is all Mitch says as Harry turns around and he just rolls his eyes when he sees Mitch doesn’t even bother looking at him from where he’s at still working on the hole for the man in the trunk. “We have rules Harry. We don’t kill people we know or anyone that people we care about might know.” He adds as if he can hear inside Harry’s mind at how he was about to stupidly ask why they couldn’t just get rid of Todd.

“Every rule has an exception.” Harry argues as he bends down to open his duffle bag so he can grab his shovel and begin helping Mitch dig the hole.

“The answer is still no.” Mitch fires back making Harry suddenly stop digging as he gets a playful smirk on his face causing Mitch to pause his movements and quirk a brow at him.

“You said we can’t kill him.” Harry states mater of factly making Mitch just slowly nod, he already has a feeling he knows where this is going and he’s not going to like it. “But we can beat the shit out of him right?” Mitch can’t help but laugh and shake his head as he looks down at the ground because of course Harry is going to find a loophole, hell Mitch would too if it was his wife that got hit on and told her casserole wasn’t good so he can’t blame him.

“Sure Harry we can beat him up but just make sure you don’t accidentally kill him okay?”

“Oh come on that was one time you’ve got to let it go.”

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harryssattelitestomper · 2 years ago

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I have no idea what to write, AGAIN. So please help a girl out

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finelinevogue · 4 years ago

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I DONT THINK YOU UNDERSTAND HOW IN LOVE I AM WITH YOUR LAST BLURB!!! please I need to know what happened! dod she messaged back? what did they talk about? maybe write the next from Harry's pov? as you can see, I am way too excited lmaooo

😭😭okay let’s see where this goes;

“Mate, she actually replied.”

Harry nudged Mitch’s arm, both of them sat on Harry’s bed after finishing up from the studio earlier than normal today.

“Who?” Mitch asked, looking up from the laptop the both of them were producing music on. They were currently working on the new single for HS3, fine tuning it before it got released mid October this year.

“Y/N.” Harry answered as if Mitch should already know this.

“Y/N who?”

“Y/N L/N. You know? Jeff’s bestfriends friends daughter?”

“Wait, that Y/N? The one who you’ve been obsessed with for the past month?” Mitch laughed, pausing what he was doing on the laptop and devoting his full attention to his best friend.

“I’m not obsessed.” Harry rolled his eyes, grunting that Mitch put it that way.

“Mate, c’mon. You literally know where she works.” Mitch laughed, shaking his head at his friends ignorance.

“Only ‘cause Jeff told me.” Mitch gave Harry a look, “Oh fuck off! So what if I found her on facebook? She was private anyway.” Harry groaned, shoving Mitch a little because he was a prick.

“Yeah but now it sounds like she’s accepted and is talking to you.”

“But what if she’s only responding because i’m Harry Styles?”

“You know that makes you sound like a dick, right?”

“Didn’t call myself an arrogant son of a bitch for no reason, Mitchy.” Harry patted Mitch’s shoulder and then pulled himself up from the bed to pace the room. He walked up and down the length of his bedroom - which was large enough to have a two bouncy castles inside of.

“Total dick.” Mitch shook his head, watching his best mate lose it over you. “What did she say then?”

“Right, yes.” Harry cleared his throat before turning on his throat to read out your reply. “Hi Harry. I’m doing good thank you and I hope you are too. Being called beautiful before the first date? Wow, I must be doing something right. Sorry for the lingerie photo, by the way! Subtle way of asking whether i’m single by the way. I am. I’m intrigued as to how you know me, so maybe we can grab a drink sometime? x”

“Wait she left a kiss, man?” Mitch asked and Harry was astounded that that was what his initial question was.

“Yeah, why does that matter? I left one too.”

“Um, because women don’t do that to a guy unless they’re best friends with them or are leading them on to be something more.”

“Well we aren’t best friends…”

“No.”

“So…”

“Yeah buddy!” Mitch exclaimed, watching his good friends smile widen on his face. What a sight.

“Thank fuck!” Harry examined, fisting his hand to the sky. “So now what?”

“Now it’s mission possible.” Mitch answered and Harry stopped being excited to be confused over Mitch’s words for a minute.

“What?” Harry questioned back, shoving his phone onto the bed.

“You know, full steam ahead?”

“Mitch…”

“Full throttle baby!”

“What are you…”

“Bro, my god!” Mitch laughed at Harry’s stupidity, “It’s operation let’s make Harry and Y/N a couple.”

“Oh gotcha. Let’s fucking go!” Harry shouted, pumped as a man who’d just drank 7 red bulls would be to finally get to know the girl who he’d been picturing in his dreams.

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littlemisslipbalm · 5 years ago

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“I am not going to join your band” Part 3

AKA “I’ll only join your band if you promise not to kick me out if things don’t work out”

Me trying to make this have a happy ending: *jumping through hoops of my own design*

I wrote this ^^ before I wrote part 3 and boy was I right, it was complicated and I hope I did it justice, LMK what y’all think, I love you all asking for part 3 and giving me feedback. All the support means to much

Also peep the gif WITH Mitch I’m crying, they’re both smiling at y/n in the soundboard room

Word Count: 5.0k? | Warnings: angsty ASF, some crying, some yelling, more making out, even some mentions of smut (oh yeah we’re getting there - no actual sex though), swearing

I tried to make it FLUFF but there had to be drama :/ (I don’t like conflict but that’s like lowkey how stories work sadly)

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When Mitch pulled away from the hug, you felt yourself at a crossroads. You knew Mitch was right. While kissing Harry had been nice, you needed to think about why you were doing it and what it would mean for you and Harry.

You knew you were always going to love Mitch and you were working on separating the romantic feelings you had for him and the best friend feelings you had for him. But you weren’t sure if getting involved with Harry would help that process or just confuse it. That’s why you had to talk with Harry about this, where he stood exactly, and there wasn’t time, lunch was over.

Mitch stalked off ahead of you with a final: “Just...be careful.”

Moments after he disappeared through the recording door, Harry walked up behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You were still standing in the middle of the hallway, your brain racing at everything Mitch had said and every moment you had spent with Harry in the past couple of weeks. You hadn’t really thought of Harry as being anything more than a friend. But there you two were, kissing in a storage closet five minutes ago.

“We need to talk,” you both said simultaneously. But, just as you were about to speak again, a technician rushed up beside you two and started to talk rapidly to Harry, needing assistance on something that sounded important. You raised your brows when he looked at you, his silent question of whether he could leave, “Go, it can wait.”

In that moment, you felt your unimportance in that studio - no Harry or Mitch to turn to.

This had started as a tag along to spend time with your best friend, in hopes to not get left behind, then it had turned to a light torture of watching said best friend falling for a girl who wasn’t yourself, but somewhere amidst all of that was Harry, always giving you a reason to come back. If not for him, you probably would have stopped tagging along after the first day.

He was the one to tell you to come back a second day. He was the one retuning the piano so you had something to do. He was the one liking your tune and turning into a song for his album. He was the one asking you to join the band. But was he the one for you? And if he wasn’t, and you told him that, was that the end of your time at the studio?

God, you just wished you were able to know what he was thinking. What was the reason behind his kiss? Was it something meaningless or meaningful to him. Because you had realized you had wanted to join the band, not for Mitch, not for Harry, but for yourself and you didn’t want whatever had just happened between you and Harry to come between your chance.

You sat in one of the lounge rooms for the rest of the day, you didn’t feel like watching the band record or having Mitch next to you whispering side comments while you sat in boring technical meetings. You wanted to be alone. And alone you were, no one came to look for you until the end of the day. You sat on the floor of the room, legs crossed, your body still, but your mind alive with all of your thoughts.

At around 8:30, it was Mitch who walked through the door and sighed at the sight of you. You had texted him where you were when he had asked a couple minutes ago. “Ready to go? Sarah’s coming with us, if you don’t mind,” he gruffly said, obviously not past your earlier conversation. It had left a bad taste in your mouth, the whole situation, not being in a comfortable place with your best friend wasn’t ideal.

“I didn’t like how you spoke to me earlier.” you started and then sighed, “And I didn’t like how we left things..” You stayed in your spot, sat in the middle of the room, face turned to stare at Mitch in the doorway.

“I admit, my tone wasn’t my favorite. I was flustered,” Mitch said finally, walking into the room, door swinging shut behind him.

“You could apologize,” you simply stated, not satisfied. You loved Mitch, but you weren’t a push over. “You basically said I was a prostitute, Mitch, with that harem remark.”

“I truly, didn’t mean it like that,” he sighed and ran a hand through his shoulder length hair. He decided to take a seat, mirroring your position. He moved like a cat, long limbs slowly folding in on themselves, making him appear much smaller than he was. “I’m sorry that’s what you thought, it just,” he paused, “was weird seeing you like that. You’re like my little sister -,” he stopped talking at the look on your face.

You blinked and looked away. Do not cry right now, c’mon. You knew that’s how he felt about you, it just always hurt to hear him say it. You brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “Yeah, I get it, you’re forgiven, anyway.” You regretted even asking for an apology now.

Mitch wouldn’t let it go, he knew that the two of you had to have this conversation for once, rather than sidestepping it every time.

“I know you’re in love with me, Y/N, and I’m sorry that I don’t feel the same way about you. I know we never talk about it, but we’re both possibly at the beginning of new serious relationships right now and I think we need to talk about this.”

It’s happening. He was right, you never talked about it, and you knew he was right about needing to talk about it, too. He was always the mature one.

“And what if I’m not?” you replied stubbornly, as much as you knew he was right, you couldn’t stop the words from leaving your mouth.

“What?” Mitch was clearly confused.

“What if I’m not on the verge of a new relationship and that kiss was just a one time thing with Harry. Then I’m left here alone and embarrassed while you ride off into the sunset with Sarah and your new life. Have you ever thought about how this all might be affecting me, put my romantic love for you aside, have you ever thought about how leaving your best friend behind might affect her, Mitch! I’ve thought about it and it sucks! It sucks because you’re the only person I’ve got, the only person who’s ever given a damn about me and always been there. Soon you won’t be. My tombstone won’t even read “Happy” just “Uneventful” and “Boring.”

You practically were screaming and you had no idea when all these feelings had bubbled you the surface, but tears were running down your face now. You had never been good with confrontation.

“And I’ve been working on it.”

Mitch still sat in a stunned silence. Not used to you losing your cool with him.

“I’ve been working on getting over being in love with you, but a lifetime of being in love with you doesn’t just go away, not because you find a girl, not because I kiss a boy, but because I work on separating feelings and ideas in my mind. I had let the line be blurred between best friend and boyfriend, when you weren’t actually my boyfriend.” You paused, “I thought you were my soulmate since I was fourteen and you never even noticed how I looked at you.” You had started fierce, but you ended softly, almost whimpering out the last words.

“I knew,” he sighed, “I knew when you made sure to come to all my shows in high school. You never missed a single one.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me to stop? Why didn’t you set up boundaries?” You pleaded with Mitch, searching for an answer from him to make sense of everything.

“Because I was young and no one had ever done that for me, no one cared about me like you did before and it felt so good to not be ignored or overlooked. To be someone’s whole world, it felt nice.”

“But...look what happened.”

“It got out of hand, but I thought you’d find a guy when you went off to college and forget about loving me like that.”

“But that’s not what happened,” you both sat silent for a few moments, “I can’t lose you, Mitch, and I’m okay just being the best friend.”

“I can’t lose you either, Y/N. I’m so sorry I never addressed it sooner, it wasn’t fair of me to keep you on the line all these years. And I’m not going to leave you behind, I’m sorry if I have been neglecting our friendship with the album and Sarah.”

Mitch reached out and took your hand, rubbing it softly with his thumb. You noticed no butterflies when he did this and you squeezed his hand gently back.

“So, best friend, as much as I would love to ride home with you and your girl, I think there’s someone else I really need to talk to.”

You were always quick to move past fights with Mitch, they were never like this, of course, but you had said your piece and so had Mitch, seeing as he reverted back to his natural silent state. This definitely was a big step in the right direction for you to finally move past your romantic feelings for Mitch. Some closure.

Mitch nodded and you both stood up. “We should hang out soon, just the two of us, do something… friendly,” Mitch said softly. You smiled and nodded.

You knew this had been a wake up call for him, too. You hadn’t really hung out outside of the studio since he’d started seeing Sarah more exclusively, meaning weekly movie nights, ‘what’s in the fridge’ dinner nights, and new music mondays had all fallen by the wayside. You knew that he’d start being there for you more after this whole conversation, because that’s who Mitch was, he listened and he followed through.

You gave him a quick hug, happier with the outcome of this conversation than the last, even if this one had involved you shouting a little bit. Then, you split off from him in search of Harry.

He was in the recording area of the studio, sitting, staring off into space with his guitar resting in his lap.

“Hi,” you said carefully. He twitched his head at the sound and looked over to see you. “Have you been crying?” He asked immediately, standing up and setting the guitar on its stand. He crossed to you, quick to your side.

You shook your head, “No, well yes, but they were angry tears, more than sad.”

“Are you alright?” Harry still was concerned, angry wasn’t much better than sad.

“Just had it out with Mitch, it’s better now.”

“About earlier?” Harry led you to sit on the piano bench with him.

“No, about him, and me, it’s been a long time coming, but we’ve got it all out in the open now. He’s going to try to be a better friend, I think. And I’m going to try to be just his best friend.”

“Yeah?” Harry urged you to say more.

“But it did start about earlier, at least,” you ran a hand through your hair, “about what he had said to me earlier, after he had walked in on us.”

“What had he said?” Harry continued to inquire, trying to understand what he had missed.

“He was warning me not to be with you for the wrong reasons and to be wary of your intentions, I guess. He cares about us both, doesn’t want either of us to get hurt and I think it was also weird for him to see us in such a compromising position.”

“Why do you think he wanted you to be wary of my intentions?” Harry tilted his head, this comment not really making sense to him.

“Well, what are your intentions?” You didn’t want to mention the ‘harem’ comment, you knew Mitch had said it in the heat of the moment and it would only upset Harry.

“I like you, isn’t it obvious?” Harry said staring directly into your eyes.

“Um..” His blunt statement caught you off guard.

Harry ducked his head and puffed a laugh out of his mouth, almost in disbelief, “No, I guess it’s not.”

You sat there, silent, still no idea how to respond. Harry scratched his head and smiled at you, “You’re gorgeous and fantastic at everything you do. You’re witty and kind, fiercely loyal and never fail to bring a smile to my face, even when you’re crying or I’m crying. Why wouldn’t I be attracted to you?”

Still you remained silent. “C’mon, Y/N. Say something, please. I just laid it all out for you.”

You nodded and tried to streamline your thoughts. Today had been a lot, overwhelming to say the least. “I’ve never had someone feel this way about me, it’s a lot to take in. And...I like you too, Harry, but-”

“Don’t say ‘but’” he pleaded.

“But,” you sighed, “I don’t want you to go through the same thing I did, being strung along by someone who can’t give you what you need. I don’t know how to love someone who isn’t Mitch, I want to, I really, really do, but it’s going to take time, and I like you enough to not want to hurt you.”

“Then let me teach you,” Harry said quickly, taking your hands in his, “Let me be the one to teach you to love someone who isn’t Mitch. That someone is me, by the way.”

You laughed at his final remark, still feeling overwhelmed and unsure.

“And I’m okay with going slow,” he shrugged his shoulders, “we don’t even have to label this. But when I’m with you, here, everyday, I feel at home and when you’re gone, I miss you. You’re constantly on my mind and I’m always looking for your approval. What would hurt me the most is if you don’t give us a chance. Give me a chance to prove to you that you can love someone else and they can love you back, properly.”

His eyes were begging you to say ‘yes’. His hands were clasped tightly around yours, tugging you closer to him.

After everything he said, you wanted to say yes. But, you were scared. You were scared because trying something new, taking a step into the unknown, it was scary sometimes.

But then, you thought back to when Harry had sat with you as you cried over Mitch and how he’d helped you through that moment of weakness. How you had known that night that you could trust him to be there for you. With Harry by your side, maybe you wouldn’t have to be so scared of the unknown, because you wouldn’t be alone anymore.

“Only if you promise not to kick me out of the band if things don’t work out.” You smiled at Harry’s slight confusion. Then his confusion turned into a huge grin, almost every one of his teeth on display for you.

“I’m sorry, I can’t promise you that…” he said mischievously, making it your turn for a look of confusion, “But I’ll raise you one. I promise that things will work out and you’ll stay in the band.”

You rescinded a hand from his grasp and swatted his bicep. “Has anyone ever told you, you’re very cheeky?”

“Almost all the time! And look at that, you’re already speakin’ my language,” he smiled sweetly at you and winked.

“Oh, shut up!” You laughed and went to swat him again, but instead he caught your wrist and brought it down to your side.

“Fine,” he said matter of factly and leaned into your lips, kissing you for a second time today.

He was an amazing kisser, better than anyone you’d ever kissed before, at least, which really wasn’t saying a lot, but you could tell he was experienced. You didn’t think you’d ever get over his warmth either. It was all consuming.

This time it was you who’s tongue asked for entrance to the other’s mouth. Harry gladly obliged as he pulled you closer to him on the bench.

You liked how quickly you and Harry could go from a serious topic to having fun, you’d said what needed to be said and now you were enjoying each other.

It was breathless between you and Harry. His hands ghosting over every part of your body and yours glued to his deliciously soft curls. Harry’s lips began to travel away from yours and a whine came from the back of your throat. Harry ‘tsk’ed against your jaw, but continued to leave open mouth kisses down the side of your neck.

“Oh” was all you said as he began to suck persistently at the base of your neck, right on top of your collarbone. It felt nice, really fucking nice and you felt a hand fall down onto the top of your thigh and squeeze it. This shot electricity through your entire body. The jolt didn’t stop Harry from continuing to suck along your neck, you just felt him pause for a moment, a smirk ghosting against your neck, nipping on the spot below his lips.

After what felt like hours, Harry kissed back up to your lips and then pulled away.

You were attempting to catch your breath when you said, “Is that what you call taking it slow?”

“I wasn’t hearing any complaints?” He responded as his smirk responded, shrugging his shoulders once again.

“No, no complaints,” you moved one of your legs so that both were on one side of the piano stool and scooted into Harry’s chest. He wrapped his arms around you as you snuggled your head into his chest. It had been a long day for both of you, as you thought back to lunch with Harry crying in the storage closet. He kissed the top of your hair and rested his chin on top of your head, beginning to stroke your arm lazily with his fingertips.

You sat in silence, breathing in each other’s presence. You also couldn’t believe how nice he smelled, even after a whole day of work. This man was magic, you thought.

Harry began to laugh softly and you shifted your head to look at him. “You know, I was planning on telling you today, before this all happened.” He continued after taking a finger and running it against the slope of your nose and tapping the tip, “It’s why I had been in such a good mood, had finished the lyrics, and was going to play it for you, but then I got all in my head. And then we were in the storage room and you were being so good to me and then we were kissing and then Mitch walked in and then you ran off and-.”

You cut off his ramble, “I think I got the rest, I was there, babe.” Heat quickly ran to your cheeks at your use of a pet name. Harry noticed it too and echoed it, “Babe? You just called me ‘babe’?”

“No, definitely not,” you tried unconvincingly.

“Oh, I like that,” he continued to tease you, echoing ‘babe’ once more, your face growing redder every second.

“Wait, you were going to play me what?” You suddenly circled back to the first part of Harry’s little rant. He took his hand away from your arm and used it to brush back a strand of hair that had gotten out of place on your head, “Sweet Creature, I was planning on serenading you and then telling you how I felt.”

“You’re fucking with me, that song isn’t about me,” you scoffed and turned your head away, feeling shy at Harry’s intense stare. He was so passionate and it came through in his big, bright eyes. They could be intimidating at times.

“Honest,” he said, “It was your tune after all, can’t believe you’d think I’d write about someone else with your own music.”

“I don’t know, I thought I was just helping you with a song,” you said sheepishly.

“I was looking at you the first time I said the words ‘sweet creature’” Harry persisted, still in disbelief that you hadn’t caught on to his crush on you until he had spelled it out, but then it dawned on him, you had never had someone pine after you.

In that moment he knew that he wanted to show you all the wonderful things that came with being liked by someone, and being intimate with someone who wanted you back. He didn’t care if you were getting over someone else, because he was going to be there to show you how you deserved to be treated and in turn he knew you’d eventually see him as more than a cute, nice guy friend who knew how to kiss.

You sat there as if you were seeing Harry with new eyes. His expression was earnest and he looked down at you brightly. You bit your lip to slow down the smile about to erupt on your face. You hadn’t felt this excited in a long time.

It felt good to be in a man’s arms who looked at you with such great care, almost as if you were the reason his world turned and he didn’t want that to stop, even if you knew it wasn’t true, his eyes insisted it was. It felt good to be in the embrace of a man who wrote you a song and made you smile and laugh. It felt good to be with a man who took your breath away and also got his taken away from you.

You reached up to Harry’s prominent cheekbone and danced your fingertips along his face. He had grown silent at your touch. Your fingers moved up to smooth one of his large brows and stopped at his brow bone. Harry closed his eyes when you touched his brow bone, your touch so close to his eyes. You rested there for a moment and then moved back down his face, traveling over his slightly gaunt cheeks again.

His eyes fluttered open and the sounds of your breathing filled the air, his soft panting slightly louder than your controlled quiet breaths. It seemed your soft caress was having an effect on him.

Harry loved intimate touch. It was taking all of his self-control to keep from nuzzling into your delicate hand on his face, wanting you to explore without his interference.

You continued to slide your hand down his face, over some light scruff, to the curve of his cupid’s bow. Harry parted his lips at this touch, unable to keep his lungs from hitching. You bit your lip again, noting your effect on him. You traced your thumb around the outline of Harry’s mouth, from his cupid’s bow, to one side, and then onto his plush lower lip.

You kept your thumb there, but pulled down slightly, Harry’s mouth opening further. He restrained the whimper in the back of his throat. You weren’t trying to get any reaction out of him, you were simply using your hands to look at his face, tracing him into your sensory memory.

When you pushed your thumb back up, putting his lip back into place, you felt his tongue peak out and touch you. You looked into his green eyes and he only looked back at you. You were in control. You pushed your thumb a millimeter further and Harry took it softly into his mouth, his tongue touching it sweetly and then he closed his mouth, creating a kiss on your thumb. You then removed your thumb from against his puckered lips and placed your exploring hand onto his thigh, giving you leverage to put yourself at eye level with Harry.

“You are so beautiful,” you said slowly, breathing out a breath you didn’t think you had been holding. His face lit up at your remark and he leaned forward to give you one more sweet kiss, “And so are you. Let’s get you home.”

The next few weeks felt like a whirlwind. You were constantly doing something. When you weren’t busy working on the album at the studio, Harry was sneaking you off to secluded places in the building to pepper you with kisses or whispering sweet nothings in your ear in between takes. He drove you home every night, walking you to your door and kissing you hard before you went inside, sometimes he’d come in with you and stay the night, cuddling and falling asleep in each other’s arms. Harry also took you out when he could, showing you little holes in the wall you’d never heard of and surprising you with presents that you always told him were too nice. Everything was coming so natural between you two and Harry treated you so well, it made being with him extremely fun and easy.

Mitch and you were doing best friend things again, too, movie nights and music recommendations, calling each other about random shit you’d seen on the news and couldn’t believe. You weren’t pining after him anymore. You loved him still, but you now knew what reciprocated romantic feelings looked like with Harry and you didn’t need or want that from Mitch anymore. Mitch had talked to Harry after you had explained what happened that night and he had given the big brother spiel to Harry, but was convinced when he heard the way Harry talked about you. He hadn’t realized how Harry had felt before then either. Harry joked that the two of you clearly had never seen a romcom before, because you were both “thick” when it came to flirting.

Today was no different from the rest, Harry had his arm slung around your shoulder as you were pressed into his side on the soundboard room’s couch, your arm reaching up to play with his fingertips. His mouth was against your ear, whispering, almost inaudibly, about how good you looked today and how he wanted to kiss you so badly and you were giggling at his borderline dirty words.

Nobody took any real notice, especially because this had been happening for weeks now. Whenever Mitch saw you two like this, he smiled with closed lips, but he seemed genuinely happy. He was happy that everything was working out in the best way possible.

Lunchtime was always fun because now it was time for you and Harry to sneak off to the first place you had kissed. Except it wasn’t so sneaky, literally everyone knew where you were going and what you were going to do. The minute you were inside the room, Harry would press you against the door, slamming it shut. His lips were on yours in an instant.

Today, he grabbed behind your knee and hiked it up around his hips, pressing himself closer to you. You both groaned at the way your bodies fit together. “Mmph, Fuck, Babe,” Harry groaned before moving to kiss your neck. You only whined in response, fisting a part of his shirt in one hand and some strands of his hair in the other.

You had worn a tank top today, so Harry was able to kiss all across your collarbone, he pulled down one side of the tank and your bra strap, exposing more naked skin. “Can you feel what you do to me?” Harry asks, lips ghosting over your skin, hands gripping your hips closer to his body. You can feel him pressing into you beneath his trousers.

“Can I?” you ask, he pulls away from his work on your neck and looks into your eyes. “Y/N, you don’t have to…” his tone quickly softened. The two of you had only done heavy makeout sessions and some topless groping, but nothing below the belt, yet. “But, I want to take care of you,” you stated simply, meeting his gaze with lust blown out eyes.

He sighed, “Oh, darling.” He reached up to brush your hair into place, it was always getting so messy when you made out.

“My body wants nothing more than for you to take care of me, but one, if you blow me right now, I don’t know how I will get through the rest of the day without loving up on you every second,” you laughed at his words and rolled your eyes.

“And two, when it’s our first time, I want it to be our first time doing everything together, don’t want me to get a head start.”

You wanted to be serious about him being so sweet about your first time together, but you couldn’t ignore the sexual pun he’d just made. You burst out into unrestrained laughter and Harry looked at you, concerned. His eyebrows were knit together as he watched you laughing your head off.

“What?”

“Oh my god, Harry, did you hear yourself?”

“Thought I was being sweet,” he puffed indignantly.

“Head,” you said in between laughs, “Start.”

It clicked in his mind and he rolled his eyes at your immaturity. “You catch that, it’s not even funny, but you don’t catch my flirting for weeks...makes you wonder...” he trails off.

“You’re so mean to me! Guess you don’t want anymore kisses,” you stick your tongue out at him and he smiles.

The more time you spent together, the more your silly side kept coming out with him. Harry loved it, he loved that you could be intellectual and passionate, but also pick out some unintentional innuendo pun at the end of his heartfelt sentiment about your sex life together.

You readjusted yourselves to leave and as you exited Harry said, “What am I going to do with you?”

You held one of his hands and twirled in the hallway, smiling back at him as he walked behind you. You were like a dream, his dream. He hadn’t realized how much he’d needed someone until you’d come into his life, being there for him, being the lovely person he’d come to know. You were wonderful and you were his. And he, in turn, was yours.

Hope you enjoyed part 3!

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