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21. “Go and lock the door for me.  I don’t want anyone to walk in while I’m balls deep.”
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Warnings- Mean Dom!H... Fratrry
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Y/N knew it was a bad idea to go back up to his room. He had been badgering her at each party for a repeat of their sex a month back, and for 3 weekends in a row he was making it his personal mission to get her to repeat the process.
It fueled her ego to know that she was that good, that he wasted his time at the parties to follow her around and tempt her. A game of cat and mouse, a sensual back and forth. He'd cornered her in the hallway just 4 days ago as she was leaving the lecture hall, pulling them into an alcove and teased her about her leggings. They were flared and tight, no secret to her that they flattered her well. Secretly, she knew she'd pass him in the hallway and wanted him to look.
Her reservations were simply because he was a bit of a dick. Cocky and arrogant and all the things she shouldn't like, but it sent heat between her thighs when he gripped her chin and kissed her hard and deep, reminiscent of the kiss he'd given her in the dingy bathroom while she sat on the countertop with his prick pounding into her, the music muffling her whimpers.
Of course she wanted a repeat. No one had made her orgasm, not like that. For as cocky as he was, he had a right to be. Fucking her with that hat sitting backwards on his head and that pretentious old rock shirt, getting down on his knees mid fuck to taste her- that had thrown her for a loop. He was mean, which worked out in her favor considering she liked it. His hand around her throat and the filth that left his mouth. He'd made her see stars not once, but twice. Shaky knees as she left, despite his furrowed brow asking her to stay.
She didn't obviously, and he'd been chasing her since. It must mean he held similar sentiments to her, found her to be extremely compatible- to the point of scaring off other men. That had done it for her tonight. What had been meant to be a fight about him following her around had turned into her sat in his lap with his stupid fucking hat knocked off on the ground and her hands in his hair, her bandage dress pulled up to her hips as she rocked on his lap. He tasted like mint and cheap beer, but she didn't mind when he kissed her like he couldn't breathe without her tongue in his mouth.
Breaking apart from her, he held the back of her neck as he pulled her to look at his face. "You want this?" He murmured, slipping his thumb under her lip to clean up her smudged lipstick. "Want me to fuck you like the pretty slut you are?"
Y/N knew she was pathetic, nodding wildly as she tried to reconnect their lips. He wasn't done yet, though. "Good. Made it to my room this time, and you're not gonna run off on me after we finish once. Been Makin' me chase you around because you've got some golden pussy and it's been making me crazy. One time isn't going to be enough for me." He warned, making her melt. His voice had an edge of threat to it that only made her hotter, her clit swollen as she still rubbed up against his jeans. "You sure you're okay with this?" His tone softened a bit as he looked at her face. Despite being a dickhead he'd cared a lot about consent both times they'd fucked around.
"Yes- Yes, I really want it. Please." In the morning she was going to regret being so needy, so whiny. Giving him more fuel to feed his ego. But right now, she craved what only he seemed capable of giving her.
His swollen lips curled up in a smirk, humming in his throat. “Go and lock the door for me.  I don’t want anyone to walk in while I’m balls deep.” He sent her off, watching her on wobbly legs to flick the lock on his door. Peeling off his jeans, he kicked them to the side and stood expectantly as she made her way back to him. "There we are. Looks like you've got enough thought in that pretty little head to follow instructions." His hand came up and gripped her cheeks, making her lips pout out before dipping his head down to rest his forehead against hers. "Lets hope you keep that up. Know you get a bit dumb when you cum." He placed a sloppy kiss to her pouted lips before releasing her face.
She never imagined anyone talking to her this way would make her that horny, that melty and soft, wanting to get on her knees and listen him, but it did. He knew how to coax her, this near stranger. He pulled the dress off of her form, cursing under his breath as he pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her. "Insane body, y'know that? Fucking mental." Her breasts were bare, as they usually were in outfits like this. His fingers ran down the valley of her chest, past her belly button and the waistband of her stupid thong. "Did you know you were going to give into me tonight? Couldn't handle a vibrator one more time?" He clicked his tongue. "Needed to be fucked until you're a begging mess? Didn't even do half of what I wanted t'do to you last time." His fingers tugged on the flimsy panties, tugging them down her legs. She let him. All she could do was nod.
It was like her mouth and brain weren't connected with him. All she wanted to do was say yes, please, more.
"Dunno why you fought me so hard when you know how good we feel together... But you're not going to be able to hobble out of here when m'done with you. So..." He grabbed her phone and placed it in her hand. "Let your friends know you're with me, you're safe, you've got a ride home tomorrow. Or not." His lips kissed sloppily over her breasts before he licked the right nipple. "Maybe you'll come to your senses and stay the weekend, let me do all the filthy things you want. Deprived, needy whore like you would probably love that."
She typed with shaking fingers, pausing when he sucked her nipple into his hot, wet mouth- only for him to pull back with his teeth grazing the swollen bud. "Not dumb for me already, baby..." He clicked his tongue in faux disappointment. "S'pathetic. Type out the message while I play with your pretty tits, and then I'll give you what you want."
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Drunken Mishap {HS}
harry and you go to a frat party and he says something that could end your entire friendship.
warnings: a little bit of angst, mutual pining, jealous harry, cursing, s!ut shaming. 
this is pretty much just background so pt 2 is even more heart wrenching. also this was based off of a semi true story except the ending was VERY different.
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“Harry!” I yell as I open the bathroom door making him jump. 
“What?” He replies turning back to the mirror fixing his hair. 
“What’s the theme again?” I ask him and he turns to me looking my outfit up and down. 
“Hawaiian.” He turns back to the mirror and I groan again knowing I have nothing even close to something Hawaiian. I go to college in the middle of nowhere for god’s sake I’m not going to have that shit. I run back into my room going through my dresser and pulling out clothes. I hear someone knock and I yell an automatic come in not stopping my quest for clothes. 
“Jesus! It looks like a tornado blew through here.” he teases me. 
“Harry not helping,” I mumble, continuing to throw clothes around. I let out a huff when all my clothes have been thrown on the ground and still nothing comes to mind. 
Harry comes to sit down next to me and as he starts going through my clothes, I look over at him and I damn near stop breathing. His outfit is simple, a white tank top showing off the tattoos that mark his body, skinny black ripped jeans, and an old pair of black converse. His hair is styled up and you can tell he’s been running his fingers through his hair. 
“Uh, Y/N?” He says waving a hand in front of my face. I quickly snap out of the trance I was in and clear my throat. I tighten my grip and avert my eyes onto the shirt I was holding. 
“Alright move out of the way I got this.” He chuckles, pushing me back and I land on my butt. He starts to go through the clothes putting back anything he didn’t like. 
I hear more commotion going on in the common room and I figure that it’s more of our friends who are coming out just getting to our room. We were lucky enough to get put in a suite so whenever we go out everyone comes over to our room which makes it easier for us to leave.
“Alright, here’s the outfit,” Harry says, handing me the clothes and I smile letting out a sigh of relief. 
“Thank you so much Harry oh my god.” I chuckle, throwing myself at him and wrapping him in a full-body hug. He lets out a laugh reciprocating the hug and letting out a small welcome. He heads over to my closet and pulls out my red and black flannel throwing it at me. 
“Here put that on over that, it’s a bit cold outside.” He smiles, closing the door for me. 
“Aww, you care.” I let out a laugh and he groans before jumping on my bed and laying down. 
Harry and I have been best friends since high school. His family moved to my hometown our freshman year and it’s been Y/N and Harry ever since. It was no surprise to anyone that we ended up going to the same college and living together. I lay out the clothes and smile. 
“Seriously almost matching clothes? Are you trying to claim me?” I giggle and he lets out a chuckle before pushing my arm. 
“Of course, I got to show these guys not to mess with my girl.” He laughs rolling back onto my bed. I shake my head going into my drawer and grabbing a bra and a thong. 
“I am not “your girl”,” I mumble and he lets out a laugh. 
“Mhm keep telling yourself that babe.” He retorts and I roll my eyes at him. 
“Now mister Harold I need to change so turn over.” I scold him and he lets out a pout. 
“Aw, I don’t get to see what’s underneath.” He smirks as I smack him in the head. 
“Nope,” I say as I push his body to face the wall. I take off my clothes and change into them and we bask in the silence of the room. 
“Alright, you can turn over now,” I tell him and he doesn’t hesitate. He looks my body up and down and I feel a bit small as he says nothing. 
“Is it hot or not?” I ask him and he clears his throat. 
“If you don’t get laid tonight that’s a crime.” He says and I laugh. 
“Well, it looks like I won’t be because apparently, I’m your girl.” I trail off and he laughs getting off my bed. 
“Shut it.” He laughs jumping off my bed and heading over to my mirror before standing in front of it and I follow him. It looks funny because our height difference is so dramatic. He stands at 6’ while I’m a puny 5’1. 
His hands are resting on my shoulders and his chin is on top of my head. I’m wearing a black cropped tank top, black ripped skinny jeans with the flannel and my black converse. 
“We look good, let me get a picture,” I tell him pulling out my phone and opening Snapchat. He bends down a bit so he’s in frame and his head rests sideways on my shoulder and his hands come to wrap around my waist. I snap the photo and smile as I look it over. 
We look like a proper couple and my stomach flutters thinking about Harry and I being together. I add a few stickers, tag him and post it on my main story. He turns me around and he lifts my head with his finger under my chin. 
“Y/N L/N tell me you did not just post that on your main story.” He chastises me and I smile at him. 
“Oops.” I grin and he sighs. 
“You’re lucky that I’m your only friend or else we’d be over for that.” He teases me and I let out a fake gasp. 
“Dude our suite is literally filled with my friends.” I defend myself and a smirk appears on his face. 
“Yeah, and how did you meet them?” He asks me and I smack his chest knowing I met them through him for the most part. 
“Fuck off.” I huff at him turning around and opening the door. Everyone is still in the common room and I head into the bathroom to do my hair and make-up. 
“Y/N You have 10 minutes,” Brooke tells me as Harry and I walk out of the bedroom. I just nod and grab my mascara putting it on since I don’t have time to do an extravagant look. I fix my hair making sure the curls look good and won’t become frizzy. 
“Alright, let’s go sluts.” I announce and everyone starts heading out the door. We all head outside walking down the stairs and to the street to town. Harry walks back to me swinging his arm around my shoulder pulling me into his side. 
“Can I crash in your bed tonight?” He asks and I roll my eyes. 
“Yeah as long as you don’t bring anyone back with you.” I smile and he rolls his eyes. 
“Aww, I was hoping you’d join in.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me and I let out a noise of disgust and I scrunch up my face pushing him away from me. 
“You’re disgusting, you can sleep in your own room for that statement,” I tell him and he pulls me back into him. 
“Then you’ll come into my room tonight.” He states and I shake my head. 
“I’m not sleeping on your mystery-stained sheets hell no.” I tease him and he scoffs. 
“Fine we’ll figure it out later, we’re going to the same place after all.” He says and I nod in agreement. Harry and I decided we wanted to live together our first year and the only way we could do it was to apply for a suite in the only building that lets boys and girls live together. We met Brooke and Niall online through an Instagram account that was made for our class year and we all started talking and decided we would room together. 
I used my medical problems as a way to help us get a suite with a bathroom and now the four of us live in a six-person suite. I lift my hand and wave a quick bye as I make my way up to the front of the group leaving him behind. I hear him groan behind me and I let a smirk crawl across my face. I catch up to Brooke and Maya slinging my arm around their shoulders. 
“What’s up, guys.” I smile and they look at me, sending me a smile. Maya jerks her head back towards Harry giving me a look. 
“What?” I ask and they just laugh. 
“How the fuck are you not drooling all over him right now?” Maya asks me and I shrug. 
“I’m not his type. Besides he’s my best friend.” I answer and they both let out a laugh. 
“Girl, the tension is so thick I could cut it with a knife, he’s definitely into you,” Brooke says and I just roll my eyes. 
“Bitch if you aren’t going to go for him I will,” Maya says and I nod. 
“Go for it.” I laugh with her and I step back a bit falling into the group behind them staying silent. I mean Harry is attractive and I may have a slight crush on him, but we would just never work. 
One thing is he’s my best friend, the second I’m not his type. I’ve seen the girls that he hooks up with and they’re all the same copy of each other. The third is I have no idea how he feels about me. I’m sure he sees me as nothing more than his best friend and it would be so embarrassing if I made a move and he didn’t feel the same. 
We get to the frat house the party's at and someone comes up behind me putting their hand on the small of my back and I look over my shoulder and see it’s Harry. I smile and he leans down to whisper in my ear. 
“Make sure not to use your real name and that you put 21 as your age.” He smirks and I nod my head. Harry goes out more than I do so he knows what to do when it comes to getting into places. It’s not like I didn’t want to, it was just that every time we would plan to go out something came up on my end or I was too emotional to drink. 
As we get up to the garage door, the bouncers greet Harry and they ask if I’m with him and when Harry tells them I am they usher us in without having us sign in. Harry looks at me before pushing me in front of him as I smile at him and walk into the garage. 
I immediately feel the heat and I pull my flannel off wrapping it around my waist. Harry and I lean up against the small wall as we wait for our friends to make it through. When our group is all in Harry pushes off the wall and puts his hand on my back to push me forward. 
He leans down to my ear and yells over the music, “Let’s go to the bar.”
We walk into the small room and it’s even hotter in here. Black lights are everywhere, everyone and everything is glowing. There are pong tables set up around the space and a couch on the other side of the room. We get up to the bar and Harry waits until the guy behind the counter notices us and he begins to pour two cups of red juice. 
He hands them to us and Harry grabs them thanking him before making his way to a corner. I notice our group is there too, all with drinks in their hand. Harry hands me my drink and I look at it before sniffing it. 
“What is this?” I ask him and he takes a sip of his drink tasting it. 
“Jungle juice, go light on it.” He tells me and I nod. I take a sip and it tastes just like fruit punch. There is no way there’s any alcohol in this. I sip the jungle juice as we watch our friends play a pong game, Harry standing behind me the whole time. 
I’m about to play the next round of pong when I notice my drink is almost done, I down the rest of it before putting the cup on the table and turning around. I notice Harry isn’t behind me anymore and I look to see him talking to a girl in the corner by the bar. I scoff making my way toward the bar and the guy sees me and I hold my finger up for one and he pours my drink handing it to me. 
“Thanks!” I yell and he nods his head and I make my way back to the table. I drink this one a lot faster because Niall and Louis we're beating Brooke and I’s asses at cup pong and I still don’t feel anything. I lean back against the wall and Niall comes around the table asking if I want another drink. I nod my head and he goes off to get more for us. I look around and see Harry is walking back over to me and I let a smile cross my face. 
“Hey.” He says and I tilt my head up in greeting. 
“So what happened to blondie?” I ask him and he rolls his eyes. 
“She tried to get me to go do coke so I dipped.” He tells me and I laugh as Niall comes up to me handing me my drink. 
“Thanks, babe,” I tell him, kissing his cheek before he goes off to the pong table. 
“How many cups of that have you had?” He asks me and I roll my eyes. 
“This will be my second one.” I lie to him and he nods. 
“Why? You don’t think I can handle my alcohol?” I ask him and he shakes his head. 
“No I’m just making sure, they make that shit strong, I don’t want you to blackout.” He says and I roll my eyes letting out a hum as I sip my drink. I close my eyes, leaning my head back against the wall. 
Yep, the alcohol is hitting now. 
I open my eyes and now he is leaning on his side next to me. 
“How many have you had?” I ask him and he smirks. 
“Two of the jungle juices and now a natty because they told me they ran out of jungle juice but obviously they didn’t.” He responds and I scrunch up my nose at the thought of having to drink a natty. 
“That’s nasty. Want a sip?” I ask, holding my cup up to his lips and he nods, taking the cup out of my hands. He takes a sip and sighs handing me my cup and I begin to chug it. 
“Hey hey slow down!” He yells at me taking the cup out of my hands. I had downed a good half of it and I laugh at him feeling everything hit me now. He brings the cup up to his lips drinking what was left and I pout smacking his chest. 
“Hey! That's mine bitch!” I hear my words slurring and he just looks at me. He ignores my words tapping Niall. 
“How many cups has she had?” 
“Three. Why?” He responds and he just shakes his head telling him not to worry about it. I lean back into the wall stumbling a bit and I feel his hands on my hips steadying me. I shake his hands off. 
“I’m fine Jesus.” I scold him and he scoffs. 
“You just stumbled on nothing, you're not fine. Besides you lied to me.” He says with anger lacing his tone. 
“Sorry but if I’m gonna hook up or even make out with someone I need to be drunk.” I laugh at him with a lazy smile on my face and I can see him start to get angry. I push off of the wall starting to walk around him when he grabs my wrist. 
“Where are you going?” 
“To go make out or fuck someone, whichever I can get.” 
“You are not going to go fuck someone or make out with anyone.” 
“Yes I am, and you can’t stop me.” I scoff, ripping my arm out of his grip. 
I begin to walk away when he grabs me again, pulling me into him against the wall. He crosses his arms around me holding me to his chest. 
“Let me go, Harry. You’re not my boyfriend, I can make my own decisions.” I scoff pushing against his chest. 
“No, it’s not safe for you to do anything with any of the guys here.” He says looking down at me and I let out a laugh pushing his chest again. 
“Yeah, but it’s fine for you to do it fuck off with that shit,” I yell at him pissed off at his double standards. I push him again and this time he lets me go. 
“Fine but don’t come running to me when something goes wrong.” He scoffs, pushing me back. I walk back up to him and pull his head down so my mouth grazes his ear. 
“Don’t worry, I won’t,” I whisper, pulling back and looking him straight in the eyes. 
“Bye!” I yell walking away from him and down the hallway where we all came in from. I lean against the wall observing everyone and keep an eye out for anyone that sparks my interest. I keep looking and see a guy who looks a bit familiar but I can’t tell from here. We make eye contact and I smirk at him before breaking it. 
Give it five seconds he’ll be here. I count down in my head and at one I feel a tap on my shoulder and he’s standing next to me smirking. 
“Hey.” He says and I smile at him. 
“Hey,” I respond and I bite my lip slightly and I see him look at my lips before looking back at my eyes. He’s attractive and I recognize that he’s one of the guys on the hockey team. 
“You here with anyone?” He questions me, putting his arm up against the wall. 
“Nope.” I pop the p and smile at him. He has gray eyes and brown hair that’s covered by a backward baseball cap. His shirt is unbuttoned all the way showing off his abs, I look back up at him and he’s smirking. 
“Like what you see?” He asks and I nod. 
“Yep.” He puts his hand on my head tilting my head up before he leans down, capturing my lips in his. We kiss for a second before he breaks away smirking. I pull him by his shirt bringing his lips back to mine and we continue making out. He’s a good kisser. I'll give you that. He tastes of shitty beer. My mind begins to wander and I wonder what Harry would be doing if it was him. 
Shit stop thinking about him. 
He pushes my body up closer against the wall and I let out a small whimper at the pain that hit my back from being pushed into something. He breaks our kiss going down to my neck kissing along it and I tilt my head giving him more access. We go to kiss again but I hear my name being called and it’s my friends. 
“Sorry to be a buzzkill but I got to go,” I whisper smirking before maneuvering my way over to them. 
“What’s up?” I ask them and they begin to tell me that we’re heading out and I nod. As we’re walking out we pass the guy and I wave at him before heading outside. The temperature change is significant and I go to pull my flannel on but realize that it’s not around my waist. 
“Fuck!” I groan knowing it must’ve fallen off somewhere in the garage. I turn around to go back when a familiar hand grabs my arm. I look and Harry is holding my flannel in his other hand. 
“You dropped it back there.” He says and I nod. 
“Thanks for grabbing it.” I smile at him grabbing it and throwing it on. Brooke comes up to us and interlocks her arm with mine. 
“Girl that dude you were kissing was so fucking hot! Was it good?” She interrogates me and I chuckle. 
“Oh yeah, he was a good kisser, tasted of shitty beer though,” I tell her, and she groans. 
“Sorry for breaking you guys up but we had to go and no man left behind.” I nod in understanding. 
“No problem, I’ll probably see him again so it’s no big deal. But he did have abs to die for.” 
“Oh my god I saw, I bet he’s good in bed!” She laughs and I nod. 
“Well, I guess we’ll just have to find that out,” I smirk at her and she pulls away running up to the front of the group. I walk slowly trying not to stumble and I hear a scoff that I recognize. 
“What Harry? Jealous?” I grumble and he scoffs again. 
“Nope, just can’t believe out of all the guys there you went for him.” He criticizes and I roll my eyes stopping. 
“Can you fucking not! I am sick and tired of this Harry!” I snap at him and he stays silent. 
“You are not my boyfriend! If I want to go fuck around with guys then I can! You have no say in what I fucking do with my life!” I scream and he lets out an annoyed breath stepping up to me. 
“But I can because if you keep doing this you will end up getting hurt and I won’t stand for that!” He yells back at me and I narrow my eyes at him. 
“So you can do it but I can’t?” I say and he huffs. 
“It’s different.” He mumbles and I let out a cackle. 
“But it’s not! How come you can do it but I can’t?” I push him for an answer and he stays quiet. 
“Is it cause you’re a guy and I’m a girl?” I ask him and he pushes past me beginning to walk away. I huff, spinning around and speeding up to him and I grab his arm turning him around. 
“Tell me god damn it!” I yell at him and I see him snap. 
“You’re acting like a fucking whore! No one is going to want to be with you if you keep doing this!” He yells at me and I drop his arm taking a step back. He instantly regrets the words and I shake my head fighting back the tears. 
“Wow,” I whisper, letting out a small laugh as I drop my head, stunned he would say that to me. 
“Y/N.” He begins but I cut him off. 
“No, you’re right, but I don’t want to hear it,” I say walking around him and jogging to catch up to the group. I hear him calling after me but I ignore him as I keep running to catch up. I feel the tears starting to fall from my eyes but I hastily wipe them away feeling stupid for crying over him. 
I catch up to them eventually and Niall and Brooke immediately begin to question me on why I was crying. I just shake my head and tell them that I’ll tell them tomorrow and not to worry about it. They leave it alone and we make it back to the room and I immediately head to the bathroom. 
I do my business and I wipe off the streaking mascara. When my face is clean I take a deep breath and open the door coming face to face with Harry. I ignore him as I walk around him but I stop in my doorway when I hear him call me. 
“I really am sorry for what I said. It’s not true.” He whispers and I just shake my head. 
“I don’t want to talk about it or to you. Good night.” I respond walking into my room, seeing Brooke already asleep in her bed. The bathroom door closes and I change out of my clothes into a pair of sweatpants and a sports bra. 
I climb into bed laying down and letting the tears fall down my face, thinking over the words he said. It’s true, but no one wants to be with me anyways so why does it matter? I hear the door open and I close my eyes hearing his footsteps enter the room. 
It’s quiet and all you can hear is our breathing. I hear him walk closer to me and I pretend that I’m asleep so I don’t have to talk to him. He lets out a shaky breath and I feel his hand touch my cheek wiping away my tears. 
“I truly am sorry. I let my jealousy get in the way. You aren’t a whore, and someone will want to be with you, I know that. I’m so sorry.” He whispers getting choked up and it takes everything in me not to say anything. 
His hand leaves my cheek and I feel his breath hit my cheek before his lips press down kissing it softly. He breaks it sniffing and I feel his hand grab my covers pulling them up my body. He stands there for a second observing me letting out a breath. 
“Good night, beautiful,” he whispers before walking out the door. I take in a shaky breath turning over. I open my eyes before closing them again. 
I really wish I could blackout tonight. 
part 2
A/N: for y’all that don’t know what a natty is, it’s a beer called natural light that is very very popular at frat/sport houses as its one of the cheapest beers you can get your hands on and it is actually the worst thing I’ve ever tasted in my life. It’s so watered down and nasty, hence the name natty. 
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hstylesloverr · 2 years
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can u do singer!yn and fbh!harry but use gracie abrams as the face claim and all the one direction boys go to her concert or maybe she is the opener for one of the one direction tours :) love ur writing btw x
okaaay!! i love gracie abrams and fbh so should i do a series of this? anyways thank u ily <3
LOVE ON TOUR.
singer!yn x fbh!harry
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ynfan3 it's so obvious that it's the boys from 1d
one1d harry singing minor 🙏 harry singing minor 🙏 harry singing minor 🙏 harry singing minor 🙏 harry singing minor 🙏
ynfan1 i love the boys friendship with yn
ynfan6 isn't yn in a relationship with harry?
harryfan1 it looks like it is! however both are very secretive about it
ynontour yn is so gorgeous
ynfan2 isn't minor about HARRY?
onedfan5 Yes it is! yn never specifically said it was about harry but has dropped some hints
ynfan7 remembering how we thought it was too obvious that yn was going to perform with harry at her show in las vegas and she performed with taylor swift
ynfan8 she is so unpredictable
1dfan6 i wanna be as beautiful as y/n l/n
harrystyles Give me back the bracelet
yourinstagram no
louist91 Prettiest girl
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harrystyles ??????
ynfan3 LMAOOOOO
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harryfan2 take him to the moon for me
ynfan1 i knew it
ynfan6 how long have they been together?
ynfan3 since new year i think
harryfan5 stunt!!!
harryfan7 please stop theorizing harry's whole life
ynfan2 at least harry left taylor
ynfan9 how can you say that when yn adores taylor with all her soul
one1dfan I love them!!! From the first time I saw them, it was obvious that they had interest and respect for each other
louisfan3 love songs are coming
ynfan00 a friend of yn said that yn was very happy to be with harry and he made her feel loved and protected i'm going to cry🥺🥺🥺
onedirectionfan33 she is so in love
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ynfan5 she has such an angelic voice
1dfan4 when harry asked a fan for a bouquet to give to yn 😭😭
harry1dfan he is so in love
harryfan7 harry literally sang little things to yn
ynfan1 all the love songs that exist in the world were made for harry and yn
ynfan9 she is so gorgeous
1dfann can we all agree that 2013 is the most iconic year?
ynfan6 i can't believe i'm the same age as yn and i'm lying on my couch crying while she's becoming a millionaire
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ynfan1 she's going to make a whole album of love
harryfan4 harry called her "my cherry" throughout the show 😭🥺
ynfan7 WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THE NEW SONG?
1dfann5 WHAT NEW SONG
ynfan7 “stargirl” IT'S LIKE A SONG THAT HARRY DID OUTSIDE ONE DIRECTION FOR YN
ynfan1 i’m crying on the floor
ynontour she is so in love with harry😭😭😭
ynfan9 harry and yn stood out but no one is going to talk about when louis scooped up yn like a sack of potatoes and started spinning? 😭😭
ynfann2 their friendship is so iconic
1dfan44 if yn and harry weren't together i'm sure louis and yn would be
ynfan6 not yn and niall dancing in what makes you beautiful 😭😭😭
onedfan4 i need a 1d collab with yn
ynandzayn yn and zayn doing the high notes of course
ynfann8 we can never forget when we thought in 2011 that yn and zayn were together 😭😭
ynandzayn miss their friendship tbh
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harrystyles I love you my cherry ❤️
zayn You two are freaks
yourinstagram 😑
yourmom 💖
louist91 I want to make a group call someone call
yourinstagram i don’t know if niall is alive
niallhoran I am.
dualipa Pretty like always
liampayne When are you going to unblock me on twitter
yourinstagram never
justinbieber You killed yesterday y/n!
yourinstagram ❤️
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pasiveagressive · 2 years
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Frat Boy Harry
Blurb about Frat Boy Harry 
How you had ended up in this position you may never know. 
You had missed one day of class, ONE day. The cute boy who sits behind you had offered you his notes, and with the big test coming up, who were you to decline?
Harry had said that he left his notes from the day before in his room and that you could stop by around 8 to get them. You knew where he lived, everyone did. He is Harry Styles, star soccer player, huge asshole, and fuckboy extraordinaire. He is a brother at Alpha Sigma Phi so that’s where you currently are. It turns out so was half or more of the campus. Harry had failed to mention the party that was happening tonight. You are not dressed for a party, thinking that you were just coming to grab some notes off a classmate you hadn’t bothered to change out of your Mickey Mouse PJ pants and old band tee. 
You grumble as you walk through the door, hit with the familiar smell of sweat, alcohol, and cheap cologne. The music is so loud you can feel it through the floor. As you weave through looking for Harry you see some of his brothers and try to ask them where he is, but they are all too smashed or too busy sticking their tongues down someone's throat to be of any use. 
When you find Harry a tidbit of information does click. He is standing at a makeshift DJ setup, one hand wrapped around a red solo and the other on a turntable. For someone who looks as drunk as he does he certainly was a good DJ, moving from one song to the next without a hiccup.
There are girls surrounding him, there almost always are, but he pays them no attention as he scans the crowd. That’s when he spots you. He leans over and whispers something to another guy as he takes the headphones he was wearing off. The crowd boos him as he hops down, almost falling but catching himself on a girl, who from your vantage point looks like she is only wearing her bra and thong. As he catches himself Harry also notices the girl's attire or lack thereof, his hands rest on her bareskin for what seems like an outrageously long time. 
You didn’t have a problem waiting when you were watching him DJ an annoying whisper in the back of your head. You shake it away as he makes his way over to you. 
“Y/N!!!! You came!” He slurs, yep definitely drunk.
“Hi Harry,” you shout above the music and crowd “ yes I came you told me that I could borrow your notes remember?” he nods his head
“S’course I remember.” The more he speaks the more sure you are that its a miracle he's still standing. 
“You didn’t tell me there was a party happening when you invited me over.” You said no annoyance was evident in your voice because he wouldn’t even remember in two hours any way.  
“You wouldn’t have come.” He pouts, you know that he’s right. As much as you loved a good party You had missed three days this week due to a sinus infection and were still playing catch up, which is why you need his notes. “Plus I wouldn’t have got to see you in your jammies.”
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happily | h.s
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i just want it to be you and i forever
i know you wanna leave, so come on, baby, be with me so happily
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notes: reader is referred to as a woman and is bisexual. harry styles x reader
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harry styles groaned into his pillow as his best friend, mitch rowland, stole his phone away.
"she's not gonna text you back any faster if you stare at the conversation!" mitch told harry, who's face was still in the pillow.
"it's just not fair, i know we weren't exclusive but we basically were!" harry complained.
"i mean didn't you know about the other girl?"
"she talked about her a few times and i know they've hung out but i just- i don't know." harry said.
you were out in a date with a girl you had been talking to for a little less than three months. you had known harry for a few years and had multiple on and off benefits with each other but never went over that line.
ever since you had met aria, the girl you were out with, harry had become jealous. neither of you had anyone outside of each other before; harry quickly decided he didn't like that thought.
"how's harry doing? it feels you guys are attached at the hip." aria asked you in the dimly lit restaurant.
"he's good! working on music as always." you said doing your best to ignore the last part of her sentence.
"did you guys- you know… ever date?" aria warily asked.
"no, just super good friends. we've been with each other through a lot." you lied.
you tried to avoid bringing up harry with aria. you couldn't have been more flattered to say you've slept with harry but you oddly felt guilty about it when it came to aria.
"ohh, yeah you guys are always together. i was just wondering. i mean- just the last month you've not been away from him."
you dropped your eyes down to your lap feeling your breath hitch, why were you so nervous over something that wasn't happening?
"he's just going through stuff and i help him write music, nothing more." you lied again, beginning to bounce your leg under the table.
"i just don't wanna continue with this if it's not gonna go anywhere due to him!" aria said, raising her voice slightly at the end.
"i'm telling you what happened!"
"no you're not! remember a month ago whenever i tried walking into your room, the door was locked and you said to give you a minute? it's not hard to see a black escalade pulling out!" aria continued to rant.
"but we aren't dating and never have! i've known you two months and if we aren't dating it doesn't matter!" you whispered yelled trying to defend yourself.
"so absolutely none of this meant anything to you? go have fun with your shitty womanizing bestfriend y/n. you're fucking hilarious if you think you'd be a thing." aria sarcastically said as she left $40 on the table and left the restaurant.
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mitch locked harry's door as quietly as he could, harry had finally fallen asleep. mitch cursed himself in the head when he turned around and saw your car pulling in. he started to talk before you interrupted him.
"he just fell a-"
"i need to talk to him, seriously mitch." you pleaded.
mitch really didn't want to let you in, worried that it wouldn't end well and he'd be back here tomorrow comforting harry again. but he trusted you and unlocked the door; giving you an eye roll as you went inside.
you nearly sprinted up the stairs through harry's large, dark house and took a deep breath as you stood in front of his closed door. you cracked it open and looked at harry, who couldn't have looked more peaceful with his eyes shut and mouth slightly opened.
you opened the door some more and walked in, waking up harry in the process.
"y/n? why are you here?" he whispered, not even sure if it was actually you standing there.
"i'm sorry i just needed to talk to you. i can leave though-"
"no it's fine, what's going on? are you okay?" harry asked, sitting up in his bed.
"yes but i just need the fucking talk to you about this and us." you quickly said, bouncing your leg once again as harry took your hand into his.
"what do you mean 'us'?"
"i like you so much more than this stupid benefits thing we have going on and i thought i could get away with it and just ignore those emotions but i can't anymore!" you said, taking a deep breath before continuing.
"i don't wanna care about those people i just want it to you and i." you whispered.
"you wouldn't believe how long i've been waiting to hear you say that." harry said, looking you dead in the eyes still holding onto your hand.
"i have a slight idea i think." you smiled at him.
"did everything go okay tonight with aria though? something else is bothering you."
"she definitely won't be around to say the least." you grumbled.
"i could make you feel better than she could've anyways." harry smirked causing your cheeks to heat up.
"you should prove that again real quick."
"who said we have to be quick?"
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romantiqueofthemind · 2 years
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GUYS IMAGINE A FLIGHT ATTENDANT HARRY STYLES FLUFF??? LIKE HE FLIRTS WITH YOU ON THE PLANE AND HELPS YOU WITH YOUR FLIGHT ANXIETY!!! 🥹🥹🥹
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moongrazedheart · 1 year
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This look of Harry in green sweatshirt is an "obsession" I'll never get over
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it's raining man ♂️
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jarofstyles · 2 years
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Teenage Dirtbag Masterlist
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The masterlist for the man we’ve all been waiting for, our guilty pleasure
✨Fratrry✨
Updates are a bit slow, but here is a compliation of all the parts. He wasn’t meant to be a series, but here we are 💖
Warnings: alcohol and marijuana use and mention, mention of bullying, annoying frat men, misogyny, power dynamics, sexual content including degrading, spitting, choking, exhibition, humiliation, spanking, slapping, bondage, unprotected sex(?), and all that fun stuff.
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fookinavocadosman · 2 years
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Drunken Mishap {HS} Pt.2
read pt.1 here
warnings: angst, mutual pining, cursing. 
alright I hope you enjoy this, I suck at writing part 2′s.
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I groan as my alarm goes off waking me up for the day. I swear I don’t remember setting an alarm this early. Brooke groans being woken up as well and I smack my phone seeing the time is 10:30 am. I groan shoving a pillow over my face to go back to sleep but that's interrupted by our door being slammed open. 
“Wakey wakey sleeping beauties” Niall announces and Brooke and I both groan and I push the pillow further into my face. 
“Go away,” I mumble through the pillow and Brooke lets out a small hum of agreement. A body lands on top of me and I let out a breath of air at the sudden pressure put on me. 
“Get off!” I yell throwing my pillow off my head and smacking the body on top of me. I see Harry on top of me and everything from last night hits me at once and I push myself away from Harry. 
“Get out both of you. We’ll meet in the common room in ten.” I mumble avoiding eye contact and any interaction with Harry. 
“Fine but if you’re not in there we’ll be back,” Niall says heading out of my room and Harry is still sitting on my bed. I look at him and roll my eyes. 
“That means you leave too,” I tell him and he looks at me with a somber expression. 
“Can’t we talk?” He asks and I scoff shaking my head. 
“No, I don’t want to talk to you now go,” I demand and he drops his head getting off my bed and I flop back down onto my bed. 
“Close the door!” I yell and a couple of seconds later I hear the door shut. I pop my head up and look at Brooke seeing she’s already looking at me. 
“Why are you mad at Harry?” She asks and I let out a sigh. 
“We got into an argument about the guy I made out with and I snapped at him and said that he had no control over me because he’s not my boyfriend and how come when he goes and makes out with random girls it’s okay but when I do it it’s not okay and he had the audacity to call me a whore and tell me that no one wants to be with me if I keep doing this shit.” I summarize the argument to Brooke and she lets out a gasp. 
“What the fuck! That’s so not cool at all!” She nearly yells and I nod my head. 
“Yup. I’m just going to ignore him right now I just need time to think.” I tell her and she nods her head telling me she understands. There's banging on our door and we groan knowing our time is up. Niall yells at us opening the door and I know it’s time to face the beast. 
“Shut up! We’re up what do you want?” I ask him and a smile plasters his face. 
“What do you mean what do I want? It’s time for our family breakfast. Did you hit your head? Are you feeling okay?” Niall starts shooting questions at me and places his hand all over my face feeling my temperature. I smack his hand away moving away from him. 
“Stop it! I just forgot.” I explain and he lets out a huff. 
“We were supposed to leave 10 minutes ago hurry up both of you,” Niall tells us and I give him a salute and he leaves closing the door. 
Brooke and I get ready and we both look in the mirror and I nearly laugh at how different our outfits are. Brooke is wearing a granny sweater with blue jeans with Doc Martens while I’m wearing a black crop top with light blue ripped skinny jeans and blue and white checkered Vans. We head out into the common room and Niall and Harry are waiting by the front door. Niall lets out a sigh when we emerge. 
“Let’s go.” Niall pushes us all out the door and I take the lead walking towards the dining hall. Harry is right next to me and I don’t bother talking or acknowledging him and I listen to Niall and Brooke’s conversation about an assignment they have due in their shared class. I hear a huff come from Harry and I almost ask him what's wrong but I stop myself. 
I feel my heart break a little bit every time I don’t do something I normally wouldn’t think twice about doing. We get to the dining hall and we all get our food, we decided to eat here so we find a table in the corner that fits all of us. I sit next to Niall and Brooke sits across from me leaving Harry in front of Niall. We all dig into our food making small conversation about what we each planned to do today.
 Everyone wants to hang out but I just want to be alone so I tell them that I’m going to do homework in the honors lounge and they all nod in understanding. When we get back to the room I grab my bag and Harry speaks up stopping me before I leave. 
“If it’s dark and you want me to come get you from the library just text me.” He tells me and I shake my head. 
“I’ll be fine no need to worry about me,” I say not bothering to look at him as I leave the dorm. I feel bad that I’m prolonging this but I just can’t wrap my head around how those words flowed out of him like it was second nature. I can’t help but think that maybe he’s thought this about me for a while and last night was just the perfect opportunity for the words to come out. 
I take in a deep breath trying to will the tears away until I can get in private. I make my way to the honors lounge in the library and lock myself into one of the private study rooms and I throw myself onto the chair. I open my laptop in front of me and the wallpaper makes me break. 
It’s a collage of photos of Harry and me from freshman year to senior year. I run my eyes over each photo and I cry for the girl in the photo. She has no idea that the boy standing beside her is going to break her. I let the tears flow as I think back to every interaction I’ve had with a guy that Harry was there for and if maybe I should’ve known that this would happen. 
All I can come up with are the times I turned to Harry after my last couple of boyfriends had broken up with me because I wouldn’t sleep with them and Harry was there to comfort me and reassure me. It fucking sucks that Harry is the one that hurt me and all I want is for him to hold me and tell me that everything is going to be okay. 
A loud sob escapes my chest and I throw my hand over my mouth trying to quiet it as I lean forward curling into myself as the sobs escape my throat. I cry until I physically can’t anymore and my eyes and chest hurt from being overexerted. I take a few moments to calm myself down, taking gulps of air in as I catch my breath. I check the time and see hours have passed from when I left the room and I’ve received a couple of texts from my roommates. 
Brooke asked if I wanted to come join them to get food, Niall asked if I wanted him to bring me food, and Harry texted me to tell me to eat something and that he can still come pick me up from the library. 
A small smile graces my face at the fact that I was able to find friends that truly cared for me and I know I can’t keep putting this conversation with Harry off for much longer. I wipe my face with the bottom of my shirt and I leave the honors lounge heading into the library and seeing that it’s dark outside. 
I let out a breath when I see a person standing by the door and I recognize it as Harry. I guess this conversation is going to happen a lot sooner than I thought. He perks up when he notices me and immediately opens the door when I walk over to him. I thank him and the cold air hits my body and I let out a small shiver. 
“Here. I figured you forgot your jacket.” He speaks up handing me a sweatshirt that he was holding. 
“Thanks,” I mumble grabbing his sweatshirt and putting it on. I’m immediately wrapped in his scent of vanilla. We walk for a minute in silence and I clear my throat. 
“Why did you come?” I ask him looking at him and he lets out a sigh looking over at me. 
“I just didn’t want you walking by yourself in the dark, it would kill me if something happened to you because you were mad at me.” He explains his voice is scratchy and I can see his eyes are red. It's an unspoken agreement that we are both hurt over the words said last night. We walk in silence to the dorm and when we get to our room I stop outside the door making him pause. 
“We should talk,” I mumble and he agrees, opening the door and holding it for me. I throw my bag in my room muttering a greeting to Niall and Brooke before I walk out and head down the small hallway to Harry’s room. 
Harry is pacing the small space in between his and Niall's bed and he looks up at me when I close the door. We stare at each other not saying anything as we try to figure out the words we want to say. I walk closer to Harry and he looks down at me as I stand right in front of him. I take a deep breath in before starting. 
“What you said yesterday really hurt me. You had no right to call me a whore because you were mad that I called out your double standards.” I state my voice firm and unwavering. Harry flinches when I say whore and he looks down at me with guilt and sorrow filling his eyes. 
“I know. Sorry doesn’t even cover how horrible I feel for saying that to you.” He mutters shamefully and I let out a sigh jumping onto his bed because standing feels like a lot of work right now. 
“What made you even think that you had the right to say that to me?” I ask him genuinely wanting to know why he said those words. He looks conflicted before he sighs shaking his head. 
“I- I don’t know.” He stutters out and I let out a scoff. 
“Seriously?” I ask looking at him my eyes widened. 
“You don’t fucking know why you called me a whore and how no one is going to want to be with me if I’m a whore.” I state bewildered that he won’t tell me anything. 
“I- I can’t explain it.” He stutters again and I feel tears start prickling my eyes. They aren’t tears of sadness, they’re tears of anger. One thing that everyone close to me knows that when I get really really angry I cry and that means that they’ve fucked up.
“Seriously Harry! You’re going to stick with the I don’t know why I said what I said story instead of fucking admitting why you said that shit! I know you like the back of my fucking hand and you never say anything you don’t fucking mean so tell me why the fuck you said that!” I scream at him as the tears flow down my cheeks and Harry truly knows he’s fucked up. He doesn’t say anything instead he just stares at me and I’m over it. 
“You know how fucked up I am because of guys. You have been there to hold and console me after guys broke up with me because all they wanted from me was my body and I wouldn’t give that to them. So you didn’t need to remind me that every time I find myself slightly attracted to another guy they probably only want me for my body and they won’t want me for who I really am.” I grit out between my teeth and I get ready to jump off his bed to leave but his hands plant themselves on my thighs stopping me. I pause and look from his hands to his face and he’s already staring straight into my eyes. 
“You’re right Y/N.” He starts, taking in a deep breath before continuing. 
“I had no right to say that, especially after everything we’ve been through.” Tears start falling down his face and I drop my eyes down to his hands which are pulsing on my thighs. It hurts to see us both so torn up over this. 
“I don’t know how to explain what I did without exposing something that I swore I’d never tell you.” He picks up his hands dragging them across his face and dropping them to his side. 
“Please Harry. I need to know.” I whisper using the last of my energy on him. 
“I was jealous.” He starts and my head shoots up and I’m about to go off on him again but he stops me by putting his hand up. 
“I know it sounds horrible that I said that to you because I was jealous but it’s the truth.” He explains and I let out a scoff going to jump off again but he places his hands on either side of me caging me in. 
“I was jealous that he got to do what I’ve been wanting to do for years.” He admits whispering in my ear and I feel myself freeze. 
“W-what?” I stutter feeling my cheeks flush and my body heat up. 
“I was jealous that this guy you’ve maybe seen around campus once and talked to for 30 seconds got to kiss you and hold you when I have been here for 4 years and never once got to kiss you when all I’ve wanted to do was kiss you and call you mine,” Harry admits to me looking me dead in the eyes and I feel my breath catch. My mind is running rampant with thoughts that I can barely focus on one and I feel my chest tightening. 
Harry sees my panic and takes my face in between his hands holding me still as he instructs me to breathe with him. I focus on his eyes as I try to match my breathing to his and I let out a small cry. 
Harry pulls me into him as I break again. He rubs my back with his hand as his other holds my head to his chest. I listen to his beating heart and feel his chest vibrate as he shushes me. When I calm down enough Harry pulls me away from his chest and looks me in the eyes. 
“The words I said to you I should’ve never said, there is no amount of words to express how sorry I am that those words came out of my mouth, I have never once thought you were a whore or that no one would want to be with you because for god's sake all I want is you.” He speaks again and I nod my head understanding his words. 
“I think about you all day every day. Every time I see you it feels like my heart is going to burst out of my chest. Every time you cry or are hurt I hurt with you, it hurts me to see you upset because you deserve only happiness. You are the most amazing person I’ve ever met and you’re all I want. Not want need. I need you Y/N.” Harry begins crying again as he admits his deepest feelings to me and I let out a small laugh dropping my head. 
The balls in my court. I either break our hearts and end this friendship, or I take the risk and hope that we work out. I look up again and our eyes say everything.
“I need you to Harry,” I admit flicking my eyes between his and he lets out a sigh of relief pulling me into him. Thinking back we always acted like we were more than friends, we were always there for each other no matter what was going on and often we were quite possessive over one another when it came to other guys and girls in our friendship. 
Harry pulls back staring into my eyes and one of his hands comes up cupping my jaw as his thumb rubs up and down my cheek lightly and the other holds onto my waist keeping me in place. One of my hands rests on the nape of his neck and the other tangles into the curls on the back of his head. 
Our eyes roam each other's faces flicking from our eyes to our lips and neither of us wants to make the first move. I take in a shaky breath before speaking the words that could make or break us. 
“Kiss me please,” I whisper unsure and Harry’s eyes widen slightly in surprise before a smile breaks across his face. He readjusts his hand on my jaw as he leans in. I close my eyes and his forehead touches mine his lips barely grazing mine. I let out a shaky breath as he speaks to me his lips brushing against mine with every word. 
“If we do this, there’s no going back because I won’t be able to.” I nod my head against his and whisper out a shaky yes as I wait for him to make the move. His lips ever so lightly press against mine and I immediately respond to his kiss. His lips are soft and he tastes like mint. He pulls away so only his forehead is touching mine and we both release a breath. I open my eyes and see he’s already looking at me. 
“I’m in love with you Y/N L/N. Have been since we first met.” He mumbles against my lips and I let out a sigh of relief. 
I admire him for a second before speaking the words that I’ve been wanting to tell Harry for years, “I’m in love with you too Harry.” 
He immediately presses his lips to mine after the words come out of my mouth. This kiss is making up for all the times we’ve wanted to kiss and chickened out. It’s making up for all the times we’ve watched each other get hurt by other guys and girls and never said anything. It’s making up for everything. His grip tightens on my waist as he pulls away from the kiss again and we are left catching our breath. 
“I could do this forever.” He whispers and I open my eyes to look at him as I smile. His eyes are shining with happiness and I’m sure mine are as well. 
“Yeah, forever sounds good.”
A/N: there we go, if you want me to write anything you can request it, i’m down to write pretty much anything, otherwise I’ll just post when I get inspiration which varies.
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jaywriteshome · 2 months
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Who loves harry?
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gnglumos · 2 years
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frat harry. god’s gift.
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pasiveagressive · 2 years
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Frat Boy//Part One
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I decided to make this a series. Hope you like it!
How you had ended up in this position you may never know. 
You had missed one day of class, ONE day. The cute boy who sits behind you had offered you his notes, and with the big test coming up, who were you to decline?
Harry had said that he left his notes from the day before in his room and that you could stop by around 8 to get them. You knew where he lived, everyone did. He is Harry Styles, star soccer player, huge asshole, and fuckboy extraordinaire. He is a brother at Alpha Sigma Phi so that’s where you currently are. It turns out so was half or more of the campus. Harry had failed to mention the party that was happening tonight. You are not dressed for a party, thinking that you were just coming to grab some notes off a classmate you hadn’t bothered to change out of your Mickey Mouse PJ pants and old band tee. 
You grumble as you walk through the door, hit with the familiar smell of sweat, alcohol, and cheap cologne. The music is so loud you can feel it through the floor. As you weave through looking for Harry you see some of his brothers and try to ask them where he is, but they are all too smashed or too busy sticking their tongues down someone's throat to be of any use. 
When you find Harry a tidbit of information does click. He is standing at a makeshift DJ setup, one hand wrapped around a red solo and the other on a turntable. For someone who looks as drunk as he does he certainly was a good DJ, moving from one song to the next without a hiccup.
There are girls surrounding him, there almost always are, but he pays them no attention as he scans the crowd. That’s when he spots you. He leans over and whispers something to another guy as he takes the headphones he was wearing off. The crowd boos him as he hops down, almost falling but catching himself on a girl, who from your vantage point looks like she is only wearing her bra and thong. As he catches himself Harry also notices the girl's attire or lack thereof, his hands rest on her bareskin for what seems like an outrageously long time. 
You didn’t have a problem waiting when you were watching him DJ an annoying whisper in the back of your head. You shake it away as he makes his way over to you. 
“Y/N!!!! You came!” He slurs, yep definitely drunk.
“Hi Harry,” you shout above the music and crowd “ yes I came you told me that I could borrow your notes remember?” he nods his head
“S’course I remember.” The more he speaks the more sure you are that its a miracle he's still standing. 
“You didn’t tell me there was a party happening when you invited me over.” You said no annoyance was evident in your voice because he wouldn’t even remember in two hours any way.  
“You wouldn’t have come.” He pouts, you know that he’s right. As much as you loved a good party You had missed three days this week due to a sinus infection and were still playing catch up, which is why you need his notes. “Plus I wouldn’t have got to see you in your jammies.” You scoff. 
“I have a lot of work that needs to be done. Can you please get me your notes?” Harry nods his head and grabs your hand pulling you in the direction of the stairs. He expertly weaves and dodges people. The noise of the party starts to fade as you get further back the hallway at the top of the stairs. You have been here before if you remember correctly. You had hooked up with another brother a couple months ago. He had been mediocre hence the reason you were struggling to recall the night, well that and the two or three cups of jungle juice you had before that. 
“Harry, where are you taking me?” you question as he turns a corner
“To my notes, isn’t that what you wanted?” he slurs and looks back at you causing him to then trip and nearly fall pulling you with him as he is still holding your hand. When he finally stops in front of a door he reaches on the door frame for what you assume is a key. He then pulls you in the room. “Notes, notes, notes..” he mutters to himself
“Harry maybe I should just ask Melanie for hers.” he shoots his head up 
“NO!” he exclaims the shuffles a few more papers before standing up triumphantly “See I have them right here!” He falls over then looks up at you “Y/N I didn’t know you had a twin.” you scrunch your eyebrows at him “Hi, Y/N’s twin! It’s real nice to meet you!” he sticks his hand up to the right of you. 
“Harry, I think you should probably go to bed.” you say concerned for his health 
“Nah mm’ fine.” he stands up and automatically goes back down. 
“Okay Harry let’s get you to bed.” you help him stand up and walk to the bed. After he’s laying down you start to walk towards the door. Your hand is on the door knob when something hits you in the back of the head. You turn around, it was his shirt. 
He is looking at you with a pout on his face, 
“Help me?” you roll your eyes and walk back over to him, helping him slide his boots off. “Jeans to please.” you hesitate
“Harry, I don't think we’re that close.” you say to him. 
“Please. I can’t get them off.” he makes a very dramatic show of trying to pull down his pants. You sigh.
“You better have on underwear.” he nods his head and you can tell it is taking a lot out of him to stay awake. Once his pants are off you leave, he is basically dead to the world at this point and doesn’t even notice you're gone.
When you get back to your apartment you wash your face, still feeling sticky from being at the frat house. You sigh sitting into the hard chair you had chosen specifically to keep you awake. You then pull out the notebook Harry had handed you, opening up to the page he had dog-earred. 
Nothing…. Absolutely nothing.
You could kill him. And it actually wasn’t nothing there was a phone number scrawled with a winky face next to it. 
Damn it. You need those notes. You let out a scream thankful your roommate was out with her boyfriend for the night. Pulling your phone out you punch the numbers in and hit call.
Ring
Ring
Ring…
Ring 
Ring
Ring
Beep.
‘Ello you have reached Harry Styles, sorry I missed your call. I am currently drinking, drunk, asleep, or helping out a lady if you know what I mean. Oh! I could be in class also. You know what to do!
Beep
“Harry Styles I could kill you! I need those notes! Gahh!” you scream “Also your voicemail is disgusting. I can’t believe you don’t care if your mother or a professor hears that!” you hit the end call button
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