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missmielyhoran · 1 year
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Better Than Revenge
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after your boyfriend cheats on you with your best friend, you want revenge, and luckily, he has a very hot brother...
[Warning- Smut, Revenge sex, name calling, cheating (both Harry and reader gets cheated on), unrotected sex (pulling out doesn't make babies or std go away), Just me being a petty bitch tbh]
A/N- She's a short one
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*****
Two people you trusted your whole life with.
Two people who knew your ups and downs.
Two people who knew your darkest secrets.
Two people who decided to forget all the years together and stabbed you in the back.
And they deserved everything that was coming for them.
You knew your "best friend's" parents were super stricts, relationships and boys were out of the door for them so fucking your best friend's boyfriend? You knew she be in deep shit.
So you sent them screenshots of their chats along with a picture of her riding him.
Did it make you sad to do that to someone you were ready to take a bullet for? yes
Did it also feel great to get back at her? fuck yeah.
Now for your tool of ex-boyfriend you knew exactly what to do.
You see, William was jealous of his brother, not only cause he was the better looking of two but also cause he did so without any effort and unlike him he was kind.
You also might or might not have had a little crush on him in the start.
You walked quitely into your ex-boyfriend's house, making sure he didn't see you and then tip toed to his brother, Harry's room. Quickly, you got inside and locked the door behind you, hearing for any noises.
"Y/N?" He called out. You turned to see him, cozy in grey sweatpants and an oversized sweater sitting on his desk with books opened, headphones on probably doing his homework, "Are you okay? Did Will do something?" He asked.
"Do you know where your girlfriend is?" You asked him. He tilted his head to the side, confused and shook his head. You sighed, understanding that he didn't even know what had been going on for the past four months and then felt bad for what you were about to tell him.
"Your girlfriend and my best friend is fucking your brother" You said rolling your eyes. You walked beside him near the deak and showed him your phone, the pics sent by your friend, and the texts.
Harry watched everything in horror, feeling sadness overtake him. It wasn't like he was in love with her or that they were serious or something, but getting cheated on sucked especially when it's your own brother.
That was the part that hurt him the most. His own blood did this to him.
After the sadness came anger and he saw red. He gave you your phone back and started walking towards his bedroom door, ready to beat Will's ass.
But you stopped him.
You knew Will only did this to get a reaction out from Harry. It felt like he always had to do something to have an upper hand over his brother, whether it's was right or wrong,
and you had a better plan for revenge anyway.
*****
The car was now fogged up as Harry removed his lips from yours, travelling south to your jaw.
"Fuck" You whimpered out at the feeling and started to grind your hips over base of his cock sitting on his lower belly.
You questioned yourself right then. Why were you with the other brother anyway? William was attractive don't get her wrong, but Harry? He looked like he belonged in an art gallery.
Especially naked.
"God, you're so pretty. Why the fuck were you with that piece of shit?" He asked bucking his hips upward sending shock waves through your body as it rubbed over your throbbing clit.
"Don't know" You moaned grinding your hips faster, "You have bigger cock anyway" Your head fell on his shoulder, the tingling on the end of your spine threatened to unravel.
"Yeah," He said, chuckling. His right hand went to your wist while his left came up to your neck, seizing all your movement. He pulled your head back, forcing your eyes open.
"Want me to fuck you dumb baby?" He asked rhetorically, "So good you will not even remember his name" He said pushing you back a bit, with his right hand he lined up his dick to your weeping pussy.
He looked up, and you gave him a nod. That's all needed cause, next thing you know he's slamming into you.
You let out a broken, loud moan, not even bothering to concel your noises. The thrill of revenge fucking in your ex boyfriend's favourite car knowing he was about to walk towards you two any minute with your "best friend" drove you crazy.
His left hand stayed on your neck while his right slide down your body again and rested on your clit. He didn't even apply pressure, just a feather of touch, making you want more yet still feeling too much.
Harry didn't know if it was the anger or that you looked like an absolute sin riding his cock that made him want to just stay there forever, in your warm tight cunt.
How could that fucking idiot cheat on someone like you?
But he had a feeling Will only dated you cause he knew Harry once had a crush on you, and he would get one more opportunity to tell everyone he's with the girl his brother had a crush on.
Or how much of a loser Harry is.
Well, who was the loser now, though?
"God, look at you, baby. Haven't got a good dicking in a while have you?" He mocked, "You're almost gagging for it" He shook his head taunting, and smirked when your clenched around him as an approval.
"Fuck no" You panted out, "Had to get myself off myself after sex. Fuckwit didn't even know where clit was" You laughed along with Harry.
"Poor baby" He pouted and slid down a little in the seat planting both legs on the car floor and then fucking up into you with an unforgiving pace.
He was feeling his orgasm close and seeing the time on his phone sitting beside him he knew Will was about to walk towards the car to go out with his friends and he wanted you coming right in front of him.
"You gonna come, baby?" He asked applying a bit pressure on your clit, his hand move from your neck to your behind groaping your ass.
"God she could never feel like this, your pussy feels so good like it was made for me. My personal little fleshlight" He said sucking hickeys on your neck. He wanted everyone to see what he did to you, wanted everyone to know he made you limp walk next day in college.
He also knew he would be back begging you to fuck him again.
You looked out of the window and saw the main door open. Will and Mia walked towards the car, giggling, unaware of what was going on inside.
Harry felt his phone chime beside him and saw a 'miss you' text from his girlfriend ex-girlfriend.
He decided not to reply and rubbed your clit faster making your moans along with his louder.
"Have all mind to just come inside you, babe. Have you knocked up and let everyone know you're mine and not that dickhead's" He said with his pace now faltering, his own orgasm approaching.
"Yes, please," you whined out and leaned down to kiss him. It was a mess of teeth and tongue, and you came all around his cock with a loud moan.
Harry not far behind pulled out of you and came all over your pussy and lower tummy, your lips not leaving his once.
"What the fuck?!" A feminine scream came from beside him and you smirked against his lips feeling the satisfaction seep into you. You bit down on Harry's lips, making him whimper for change.
You pulled away to see the two people looking at you with wide eyes. William's angry eyes on his brother while Mia's flicked between you two.
"What is all this? You whore, I didn't gave you attention for few days and you fucked my brother!" William screamed reaching out his hand to probably yank you away from Harry but before he could Harry stopped his hand and twisted it as far as he could making him cry out in pain.
"Fucking touch her and see what happens" he growled and you sweared your pussy skipped a beat.
"You're my best friend. How could you do this?" Mia started crying, and you rolled your eyes at her audacity.
"You have been fucking mine for four months. You have no place to talk about girl code" you said, looking her straight in eyes and seeing them widened in horror and realization.
"I- That-" She started stumbling over her words but just cut her off, "Save it"
"So this is what? a revenge? Fucking my brother!" William screamed. You looked at him over your shoulder and smirked, putting your head down on Harry's shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your lower waist.
"You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes"
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lukesaprince · 2 years
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"you can pretend all you want, i can see the fucking mess you're making of yourself." harry please
Warnings: smut, p in v, praise kink, mild use of recreational drugs
I introduce you to fratboy!harry... enjoy 😉😏 
part 2 part 3 part 4
Harry Styles is an arrogant son of a bitch, but damn does he fuck good. You hated cocky men, hated guys who gloated and acted like the sun shines out of their ass. What you hated more though, was when they were actually right about the things they boasted about.
Harry had a habit of bragging about his 'indescribable sex skills', as he's so often claimed them to be... his claims being valid is something you definitely didn't want to happen. You needed something to roast him on, which is precisely why you challenged him into proving himself.
If he was shit in bed you'd have gladly proclaimed it to everyone, and wrecked the chip on his shoulder a little. But he really did have 'indescribable sex skills', and you hated how good he was making you feel.
"God I fucking hate you" you cried, arching your back off the bed as he rammed into you mercilessly. You were trapped under him, your legs pinned against your chest by one of his hands and your ass propped up onto a pillow.
He was hitting spots you didn't even know existed, already making you cum once when he went down on you before. Your whole body was on fire, pleasure shooting through your body every time he hit that spot inside of you.
"You can pretend all you want, but I can see the fucking mess you're making of yourself" he smirked, his position on his knees allowing him to thrust hard and fast with ease.
And a mess you were, tears falling from your face as he rubbed against your clit in fast motions. Your arousal was dripping down your ass and onto the bed, coating his cock in a thick cream that made the dirtiest sounds when he thrust into you.
"Shut up" you gasped, "And take off the fucking cap you look ridiculous" you insulted, attempting to knock off the backwards cap he had on his head. 
Frat boys really were the bane of your existence.
"You talk a lot of smack for someone who was cumming in my mouth earlier, what happens when I decide to leave you hanging this time huh?" he mocked, slapping your hand away and propping one of his knees up so he could hover over you and wrap his hand around your neck.
"Don't you fucking dare" you warned him, grabbing onto his wrist as your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of his fingers pressing into the sides of your neck, making your head all woozy.
"Then be a good girl won't you sweetheart?" he let go of your legs and let them fall on either side of his hips, reaching down to rub at your clit again, using fast side to side motions that had you crying out. You were already close again, your thighs shaking as you felt your orgasm building up.
"Don't stop, oh god, don't stop" you moaned, fisting the duvet on either side of you.
"Feels good huh? And here you were doubting I could make a girl cum" he smirked, "Tell me how good I'm making you feel, fucking say it" he demanded, keeping steady at what he was doing.
"Never" you groaned, your moans increasing in pitch as your high approached fast, ""m gonna cum, oh my-oh fuck!"
"No. Say it baby, tell me and I'll make you cum" this time he slowed down his touch on your clit, muffling your orgasm and reigning it back in. Fucker.
"Fuck, no no no! Go back to what you were doing asshole" you pleaded, slapping his wrist.
"Say it and I willllll” he drawled out his words, taunting you. He kept his touch on your clit light, still fucking you deeply but not giving you the satisfaction of what you wanted.
Harry had a bit of a praise kink, scratch that, a big praise kink, and having you admit how good he was in bed would’ve been the ultimate win in his eyes, especially after you had been shitting on him ever since you two met.
The moment you told him and everyone else you doubted that he could make a girl cum, he was determined to get you in bed and prove the opposite. And he already did on his tongue... now he wanted it on his dick.
“G-good, you’re making me feel so so good” you admitted, refusing to open your eyes and see the cockiness evident on his face at your words.
“Yeah, I fuck you good don’t I?” he returned back to his pace from before, returning the approach of your orgasm and making you moan out in relief.
“Yeah, you fuck me so good” you repeated, scratching at his back as your body tensed up. “‘m coming, oh I’m coming!” you cried out, your back arching making your breasts press against Harry’s t shirt.
“Scream my name baby, let everyone know who’s fucking you” Harry groaned, his hips shaking inside you as he felt you squeeze around him tight. Your orgasm waved over you in tight rounds of pleasure, one after the other flooding your clit with pulsing pleasure that made your body tingle.
You called out Harry’s name as you came, only doing so because you knew no one would be able to hear it over the loud music pumping downstairs. Harry followed suite, pressing his mouth against yours in a sloppy kiss as he came inside the condom, his grip tightening on your neck while you kissed him back.
“Fuckk” he groaned, pulling out of you before taking the condom off and knotting the end. He chucked it in the bin and collapsed on the bed beside you. Blindly reaching out for the box of tissues beside the bed, he passed you a few and cleaned himself up as well.
You didn’t say any type of thanks, cleaning yourself up quickly and handing Harry the dirty tissues when he held his hand out for them. “You’re welcome” he said with a tone of sarcasm, tossing them in the bin before rummaging through his bedside drawer to find the dart he had waiting for him.
You didn’t wait any longer, getting off the bed and adjusting your mini dress back in place, searching around the room for your underwear that Harry threw somewhere. 
“You want some?” he asked casually, blowing out a breath of smoke before motioning the dart in your direction.
“Gee, two orgasms and a dart? Five star service from Harry Styles” you rolled your eyes, finding him laying there with his soft cock out and a hand tucked under his head while the other held onto the dart.
“You say it like you don’t love it” he snorted. 
After rolling your eyes again and finding your underwear no where, you snatched the dart from his hand and inhaled a deep puff, holding it in your mouth for a little while before blowing it back out again. Harry reached for it but you held it in the air so he couldn’t grab it.
“This never happened, and if you even think about telling anyone I’ll steal your stash” you threatened, motioning your head towards his still open drawer and the small bag of darts hanging out of a sock. 
Great hiding spot, note the sarcasm.
“Whatever baby, you let me know when you want a round two” he flashed you a dopey smile and made a grabby motion with his hand, the weed already hitting him and making his pupils dilated. 
“Not gonna happen” you took another puff then handed it back before grabbing your bag off the floor and storming out of his room sans underwear, making sure the door was closed behind you.
You could deny all you want but you and Harry both knew it was definitely going to happen again.
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gurugirl · 6 months
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Reposting bc tumblr marked my other post mature (why? I have no clue)
It’s October! I’ve got a few little spooky things planned as well as a few fall time, Halloween themed fics in the works this month.
Note: all will contain smut
🎃 here’s what’s coming this month 🎃
Cat Man posted
A sweet little Halloween extra for the series Don't Stand So Close. Featuring a little trick-or-treating, three costumes, and some Mommy & Daddy alone time.
The Halloween Call (cop!harry X ghost!Harry crossover) posted
Harry takes a call on Halloween morning to check out the scene of crime at an old abandoned house, well known as the Slaughter House with a grim history.
Contains some elements of horror
Magic Spell (bfd!harry) posted
The yearly neighborhood Halloween party at the Baylor mansion has plenty of hidden rooms for you and Harry to indulge in a little alone time without anyone ever knowing.
Hidden (mcc!harry) posted
You convince Harry to take you to the Halloween Haunted House downtown. Of course you’ll both be well disguised - hidden in plain site.
Spiderman (fratboy!harry) posted
You’re at the big Halloween frat costume party and get to flirting with someone dressed as Spiderman. The tall, masked man with a deep voice just so happens to know a private spot to reveal his true identity to you.
The Seance Experience (ghost!harry) posted
A pair of spiritual mediums decide to host an underground seance on Halloween morning at the old abandoned Styles’ house, well know for being haunted. Things go awry. Not everyone escapes.
Horror | Dark
Xoxo
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erodasfishtacos · 1 year
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Not My Fault
Prompt: Harry can’t always take the blame
Warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni
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Harry rarely, rarely gets angry with YN, let alone to the point he feels like his heads about to pop off as he signs with sharp motions.
”I told you fifteen times about it. It‘s not my fault you didn’t set your alarm. I’m not your babysitter,” Harry gestures from where he’s standing in his frat house bedroom.
”No but you were awake and didn’t wake me up!” YN replies with a sour expression, “You didn’t even check and just assumed it was canceled.”
”I‘m sorry you missed an important test,” Harry huffs as his hands move, “But I’m not going to try to put this on me. You’re being a spoiled brat.”
YN signs a very obvious sign from under her chin outwards, “Fuck you” before she’s grabbing her backpack from the floor and bumping his shoulder as she storms out.
Harry follows her down the stairs where she passes the group of boys in the living room playing video games together.
Harry looks to Niall with a serious look, “Walk her home. She’s mad at me. I want her to be safe.”
”I don’t mind taking this cutie off your hands,” Niall agrees, jumping a bit too eagerly off the couch and trailing behind YN who puts up her middle finger.
”Baby, I’m not the one who hurt you. Don’t push me away,” Niall drawls dramatically, helping when Harry pinches him hard.
YN breaks first, which rightfully so, because she was completely in the wrong.
She knows Harry will be upset if she walks back over to the frat alone this late at night and texts him instead.
come over please
And despite what a royal brat she’s been all day, the response comes almost instantly. Be over in fifteen. x
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YN is nervous when she hears the knock, opening it to reveal a calmer, less irate boyfriend as he steps into her small room.
”Are you done being a spoiled brat?” Harry raises his eyebrow, he’s still on the edge, looking for a fight with her.
”I’m not spoiled,” YN signs back with narrowed eyes - they both know shes lying.
”Oh really?” Harry‘s tongue presses to the inside of his cheek as he stares her down, “So you want to keep fighting? Is that it? Didn’t get enough at the dorm? You want me angry?”
And YN doesn’t know what makes her so brazen but she replies, “No, I want you to fuck me.”
Harry keeps a poker face, shaking his head, “Spoiled. Fucking. Brat. Making demands. I’ll give you what you want, princess.”
Then he’s stepping forward and shouldering into her space, lips slamming against hers, and his teeth catch her lip hard - making her whine.
His hand finds his normal position, wrapped gently around her throat to feel the vibrations when his other hand wastes no time in dipping into the front of her pajama shorts and finding where she’s ready for him.
Harry wants to laugh at how much he loves her, in all of her brattiness, but making her beg to come is enough of a reward.
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goldenbuckyyy · 1 year
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FOOL’S GOLD
Summary: A series of events between you and Harry during your situationship.
Pairings: Harry Styles x fem!Reader (Situationship)
Word count: 2kish
Warnings: Slight smut, but mostly just fun and fluff!!
A/N: Just wanted to write something a little fun. Inspired by: “Fool’s Gold” by One Direction.
All mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other site nor this one.
I appreciate any likes, reblogs, messages, and interactions.
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That one time you went to your favorite bar in town with your new boyfriend. You immediately see Harry with his frat brothers. 
Your phone pings. 
H: Who the hell is that? 😡
Y: lol. That would be my boyfriend, opps. It’s been a while. 
H: he’s not good enough for you 
Drew, your new boyfriend, had gone to get you two some more drinks when you felt the softest touch against your open back. Goosebumps erupt over your unclothed skin and you slightly smirk to yourself, tossing your hair back, and peering up at this well known person. 
Harry’s hovering over you, smiling drunkenly, and he squeezes your hip. He bends down to hover his mouth over your ear. His pretty pink lips slightly touch your skin.
“Come home with me,” he whispers into your ear and you place a warm hand on his shoulder. 
“I have a boyfriend now,” you say, trying not to show an interest in his demand. 
“Text me when you dump his ass,” he says with a chuckle as he kisses your cheek sloppily and leaves your space to return to his frat brothers. 
You roll your eyes at his comment and proceed to smile at Drew when he returns with drinks in his hands. 
“What’d Harry want?” He asks with wonder, his big brown eyes half open from his buzz. 
“Just buggin’. No worries,” you reply as you reach for your drink as you reach up to kiss his lips quickly.
•••
Then you broke up with your boyfriend because he ended up being a dick. 
Y: i'm breaking up with my boyfriend. Can i come over after? 🥺
H: baby, you don’t even gotta ask me. I’m at chick fil a. Want your usual? 
Y: yes ❤️ add me a cookie pls, I’m sad. 
H: anything for youuuuu 
You waited for Harry in his private room, presidential perks, and you scroll aimlessly on Twitter. 
You hear the bedroom door open and Harry strolls in with a smile on his face. You smile back, tossing your phone to the side, and you rush to help him with the food. 
“Got you a strawberry milkshake, too.” 
You cheer and you both fumble back into the bed. Separating the food between you two and he puts Netflix on his TV. 
“Greys?” He asks with a mouthful of fries, peering over at you, and you nod eagerly. Sipping on your milkshake and pulling Harry’s favorite blanket over your legs. It’s an orange blanket his mom knitted him the summer he got a full ride to UT. He told you she cried for days and he always tears up thinking about it. 
You look at him with a small smile and he lazily kisses your cheek. 
•• 
When you manage to be at the gym at the same time as him. 
H: POV: you’re me and you’re looking at your hot ass sneaky link 
Y: come and spot me instead of talking to every other girl here 
H: don’t be jealous 
Y: as if 
You walk out of the gym, wiping away the sweat from your forehead, and hastily drinking from your lavender hydroflask. 
Or what Harry calls ‘your emotional support hydroflask’ 
You’re walking back to your sorority house when you hear someone whistling behind you. 
You hold onto your gym bag as you turn around on your heel and see Harry running up to you. 
He wraps his arms around your waist, twirling you, and you laugh loudly as you swat his arms. 
“Gross!! You’re all sweaty!!” You giggle out as he sets you down and you check him out without shame. 
He’s standing in front of you wearing bright purple tiny little nike shorts, a white cut off shirt showing all his muscles in their glory, white Nike long socks, and his signature neon green adidas. Only him. 
“You look hot,” you state as a smirk crosses his lips and he reaches for your hand. 
“You too, baby.” 
••
When you see him putting his phone number in another girls phone 
Y: why are you even bothering? She couldn’t beat me on her best day. 
H: you don’t gotta tell me what i already know 
You feel jealous. 
Of course you’re jealous. You’re watching Harry input his phone number into a pretty brunette's phone.
That night when you’re laying next to his naked body, you reach for his phone. Unlocking it with his password, you turn around to face the wall. 
“What was that girl's name? The one from the gym?” 
“What?” Harry asks you, still winding down from his post orgasm haze. 
“The girl that put her number in your phone,” you reply as you go into his contact list. 
“Oh, umm, I think it was Angie. Why?” 
You search for her name as he slides his arms around you, pulling you into him, and he’s watching you now. 
You click the name ‘Angie 💖’ on his phone and delete the contact. 
“Heeeyyyy,” he teases you and pinches your thigh. 
You lock his phone and turn your body around to hug him. 
“You weren’t even going to text her.” 
“I know,” he hums into your neck as he falls asleep.
••
You posted a very revealing pic of you at the beach. 
H: delete that pic right now. 
H: you look too fucking good. I can’t have anybody trying to steal you from me 
Y: don’t worry. I’m all yours 🫶🏻 
You smirk at your phone as you look down at your tiny yellow bikini and settle back into your beach chair. 
“What are you smirking at?” Your best friend, Emily, asks you from the chair next to you. Peering at you over her white sun glasses. 
“No one.” 
•••
When he needs to make sure you’re going to his game. 
H: You're coming to my game, right? 
Y: Duh. I am head cheerleader. Remember? 
H: did you take my jersey? 
Y: *sends pic of yourself wearing his jersey in your panties* 
H: holy fuck, can’t wait to fuck you after I score the winning touchdown 
That night he fucks into you slow and hard as you wear his jersey. 
“Get on top,” he begs as he grinds his hips into yours, squeezing the flesh around your hips.
“Okay,” you whisper back as you let out a whimper when he pulls out of you. He flops onto his back, watching you intently as you straddle his waist, aligning yourself with his throbbing dick, and letting yourself slide down onto him. 
“Ohhhhhh fuckkkk,” he moans out, throwing his head back in pleasure, and you start moving slowly on top of him. 
Reveling in the sight of seeing him completely vulnerable underneath you and letting you take control. 
Something about this moment makes your heart thug and you hope this isn’t what you think it is. 
••
He brands you. 
Y: you literally fucking branded me 
H: ??? 😏 
Y: you know what I’m talking about 
Y: *sends pic of your chest in a lilac lace bra and you’re covering in hickies* 
H: oohhhhh that. Gotta brand what’s mine, obviously 
••• 
When he’s at the club and sees your ex. 
H: I’m at rooftop Louie’s. I see your ex. Want me to punch him? 
Y: yes. 
Y: come over instead. Bring Taco Bell 
*not even 30 seconds later*
H: ON MY WAY 🏃🏽‍♂️ 
You hear a knock on your door not even 15 minutes later and there’s Harry standing with a bag full of Taco Bell. 
“Hi,” he says with a smile, wearing a cap backwards, but his curls are peeking out.
“Hi,” you reply with a bigger one. “There’s a change of clothes for you on the dresser.”
“God, you’re the best.”
•••
When he’s studying after practice. 
H: I’m studying at the library. Bring me coffee? 🥺 From the place I like by your dorm. My treat 
Y: whats in it for me? 
H: I’ll do that thing you like tonight 
Y: 🤝 don’t gotta tell me twice 
You walk into the university library with two iced vanilla oatmilk lattes. You try to be as quiet as possible as you walk to his favorite study spot. 
He instantly hears you due to the iced drinks and he peers up at you with a smile. 
“Gimme,” he whispers as he reaches out for his drink with sweater paws. Wearing his favorite orange sweater and sweats. He looks so comfy. 
You sit across from him, sliding his coffee to him, and then you start unpacking your notes from your backpack. 
“What are you doing?” He questions as he sips his latte. 
“Studying with you,” you say with a question look and a look of fondness slips over his expression. 
“Really?” 
“Of course.” 
••• 
When you were out with your friends at Lot 26. 
H: come over pls. Need u 🍑 
Y: im at lot 26. 
H: call me when you need me to pick you up, I’ll buy us tacos 
Y: okay can’t wait 🫶🏻 
“Harry!!!” You yell at him as you stumble into his GMC truck’s passenger side. 
“Careful, baby.” He says as he grips onto your arm for support as you giggle loudly. 
He reaches over you, strapping you in, and kisses your lips. 
“Missed you,” he says with a smile. 
“Me too,” you say without hestitsiton. 
“Tacos?” He asks as he starts to drive off. 
“Tacos,” you reply as you turn to look at him. 
As you watch him drive, you think you might be falling in love with him. 
••• 
When he meets someone that he really likes. 
H: i think i like this girl. Should i go for it? 
Y: you’re cheating on me??? Okay, might as well block my number now 
H: stfu. I think you’d like her 
Y: i won’t 
H: well, you’re gonna meet her tonight 
You roll your eyes at your annoyance at seeing Harry out with the girl he likes and you try your very best to ignore them. 
Her name is Sarah. 
And she’s gorgeous. She’s tall, so very fucking tall, long curly brown hair, big brown eyes, and olive colored skin. 
They look unreal together and it makes you feel insecure. 
You drown the rest of your drink when you see them coming towards you. 
Her bright smile catches your attention and you try your best to mimic it back. 
“Hi!” You greet them as Harry kisses you cheek. 
“Y/N, this is Sarah. Sarah this is Y/N,” Harry introduces you to each other and you shake her slender hand in your own. 
“Y/N! It’s so nice to finally meet you. Harry has told me so much about you,” she gushes at you. 
“Has he?” You ask with an eyebrow raise. 
“Of course!! Auntie Anne says he can’t shut up about you!” 
“Auntie Anne?” You ask in confusion as you look at them both and Harry’s chuckling at your reaction. 
Sarah looks confused, “Harry did tell you he’s my cousin, right? My mom wanted me to come check out UT especially since H comes here.” 
Instant relief floods your body and you watch Harry looking at you with a teasing smirk. 
“Of course he did! So how are you liking UT?” 
You can’t help but smiling dumbly at Harry as his cousin starts rambling about how much she actually loves it here. 
••• 
When he heard your laugh in a crowded bar 
H: Are you at Joeys? 
Y: Are you stalking me? 
H: I heard your laugh 
•••
When he swore he wasn’t jealous when you bumped into each other at a frat party. You were with someone else. 
H: Who's the guy? 
Y: None of your business. Are you jealous? 
H: You wish 
H: I’m not the jealous type. 
That night when he’s pounding into you from behind, gripping onto your hair, he asks, “Who the hell was that guy?” 
“Just a friend,” you moan out as you hitch your leg over the bed. 
He slows down for a second, reaches over you, and kisses your neck, “I’m your friend.” 
“My only friend.” 
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hii can u write more about liv and frat boy harry? like idk maybe they post something about how they're back at college?
bringing back these babies because school is kicking my ass right now and this is my way to cope 🫠 i hope you like this <3
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imagineaworld · 2 years
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flatmates | hs
part 5 - in which y/n lies to harry
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warnings: none?
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the worst part the next day was not the hangover, but the fact that you remembered everything. the hangover wasn’t that bad, but remembering that you kissed harry was awful.
no way did you have feelings for harry. you only kissed him because you were drunk and he had his arms around you. you decided the best thing to do was pretend you couldn’t remember it and hope that harry wouldn’t bring it up.
it was 12pm before you left your room, freshly showered and hungry. rummaging through the cupboards, you felt a presence behind you.
“morning, love.” harry said. “how you feeling?”
why’d he have to be so cute? you thought, then scolded yourself for it.
“rough.” you said. not a lie. “i don’t even remember coming home.” lie.
you weren’t sure if you saw harry flinch or not. “that bad, eh?”
suddenly, you felt bad. almost guilty. the feeling of lying to harry wasn’t a pleasant one. he was so sweet and kind, and you were hurting him.
“i didn’t do anything embarrassing when i got in i, did i?” you asked. now you were prompting him to bring it up.
he laughed. “no, don’t worry.”
oh. “that’s alright then.” you laughed too.
why were you disappointed? you were the one who pretended not to remember what happened.
“so,” you changed to subject. “fancy coming shopping with me? we need to buy some food.”
he opened the cupboards, and seeing how bare they were, he agreed to go shopping with you.
after changing into something more presentable than your pyjamas, you met harry outside your flat by his car.
“you’ve never been in trevor before. isn’t he glorious?” harry said, patting the top of the black car.
“he doesn’t look like a trevor.” you commented.
harry frowned, tilting his head to look at the car from a different angle. “well, he is. get in.”
laughing, you climbed into the passenger seat as harry started the engine. “seatbelts on!” he cried, as though you weren’t right next to him and also the only other person in the car.
as harry drove the two of you to the local supermarket, you were surprised to find he was quite a good driver. then you realised you had made all these assumptions about what harry was like based on your first interactions, which made you feel guilty.
“you know,” you said to harry. “we kinda got off on the wrong foot but i really like you and i’m sorry for being so judgey before.”
“judgey isn’t a word.” harry corrected. “but i like you too. apology accepted.”
you smiled to yourself, content beside harry as you rolled down the window to let in some air. 
“y/n?” harry broke the silence after a few minutes. “can we talk about something?”
you nodded, mind racing. you knew he meant last night. the kiss. oh god.
“i punched that gabe guy ‘cos he was talking about you. in a disgusting way. bragging to his mates. i just wanted you to know that, even though you don’t seem mad anymore.” he confessed.
feeling guilty for your initial reaction, you said: “oh, harry. i’m sorry, i was a bitch. thank you for standing up for me.”
he shrugged it off and the silence resumed. eventually, harry pulled into the supermarket car park and the two of you got out. grabbing a trolley, harry pushed while you put the items in the trolley. 
harry kept jumping up and gliding the trolley across the floor, nearly crashing into things too many times. you felt like a mother shopping with her annoying son as you told him off for what felt like the hundredth time.
shopping took much longer than you had anticipated, mostly because of harry being a nuisance. the drive home was spent with harry loudly singing along to the radio while you laughed at him.
back at the flat, you disappeared into your room to do some work, still feeling guilty for lying to harry. 
you convinced yourself it was for the best, the two of you had a rough friendship as it was, this would just make things worse. but then again, you could've sworn you saw harry flinch when you said you didn't remember anything. did he want you to remember?
hours later, your stomach grumbled, reminding you that you had totally forgotten to eat. closing down your laptop, you headed for the kitchen. harry was sat on the sofa, his laptop resting on his legs. he had glasses on.
"i didn't know you wore glasses," you said. 
harry took them off, placing them on top of his head. "you weren't meant to."
you laughed. "well, i think they're cute. have you had dinner?"
harry shook his head.
"i know we went food shopping, but you wanna get a takeaway?" you asked.
"fuck yeah, i do."
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A/N: thank you to everyone for sticking beside me and my foolishness this past month. i just had to see it through. I've had this idea for a while of a tandem read with two of my fics so here you are. This fic starts 4 months before all-american bitch and there will be crossover chapters and characters once they're on the same timeline. this also isn’t edited so ignore any mistakes. enjoy ★ ˙ᵕ˙ liv
Chapter Summary: welcome to new york.
Chapter Warnings: sexual assault & r@pe (mentioned), revenge porn (mentioned), language, alcohol and drugs (there's a party), symptoms of anxiety, depression, and body dysmorphia.
Key Tags: frat boy harry styles, fratrry x college f!oc, harry styles x f!oc, frat boy x sorority girl, fake dating, revenge, fish out of water - f!oc, ugly duckling - f!oc, golden retriever x black cat, instalove, fluff, flirting, angst, friendship, eventual established relationship, eventual smut, original character, no y/n.
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“Are you sure you don’t want to stay at the penthouse?” my mother murmurs disappointingly as our butler, Joseph, fluffs the pillows on top of my new mattress for the next 10 months.
I shake my head before putting my hand on Joseph’s arm. His kneading halts and takes his leave. “No, Mom,” I repeat. This woman has been trying to get me to live at home with her since I accepted my offer. “I need to have the full college experience,” I remind her.
She sighs and the click of her heels fills the room as she walks over to me. “You can have the college experience down the hall where we can keep an eye on you,” she pleads with puppy dog eyes.
“Exactly,” I tell her with a smirk. How am I going to get into shit if my parents are within earshot? After all, that’s why I’m moving away. They didn’t get me the justice I deserved originally. “This is my first taste of freedom. Aren’t you guys glad that I live 10 minutes away instead of jaunting around the country?” I bring up the fate of my best friend, two years my senior.
My mother licks her scarlet-painted lips. “I still don’t know how she does it,” she sighs as if it’s displeasing to her.
Just when I’m about to scold my mom for judging Libby, I feel my back pocket vibrating. “Speaking of the devil,” I hold my phone towards my mom, displaying her contact poster on the screen. “You can go, mom. I just need to get acclimated, alone,” I gesture to my perfectly decorated room.
My mother made sure to get the keys days before moving in, only allowing me to pay the deposit when the room was renovated to her liking. I wouldn’t be surprised if she brought a whole inspector crew in here before I even saw the building.
She bites her lip and I pray she doesn’t start crying. “Okay. Don’t be afraid to come home if it doesn’t work out, Rowan,” my mother gently reminds me before pulling me in for a hug.
I allow her to squeeze me before she pulls back, fixing my tossed hair. Although my casual appearance today sends my mother up the wall, she’s grateful that my hair is at least brushed. “Got it,” I tell her, not having the strength to argue this topic once more.
I press the green accept button on my screen, waving to my mom as she exits into the bustling hallway. “Hey,” I answer.
“Hey, freshman. How are things?” Libby pokes at me. If it weren’t for her mother’s campaign, she’d be on campus with me. But she’s taking online classes while making her daily TV appearances.
Now that I think about it, it’s been months since I walked past a newsstand without Libby on the cover of a magazine. “Oh, fuck off. You’re only two years older than me,” I quip.
Libby cackles before adding, “And wise beyond my years. How’s room two?”
Room two is the biggest double on each floor and the bathroom doesn’t have to be shared with another room. I pace around the spacious space, before responding, “Perfect, thanks for suggesting it.”
The room is covered in lavender with a fluffy duvet and decorations that are far too girly for my liking. Not a singular band poster transferred over from my room at home, so although the space is cute, it lacks my personality. 
“Of course, it’s the least I could do after…” she trails off and I’m assuming she doesn’t want to bring up my past. Even she wants to remind me that I shouldn’t have gone without her.
I feel frozen, teetering a fine line of retraumatization. I take a deep breath before changing the subject. “Anyways. How’s the campaign?” I ask.
“It’s fine. Mom’s working me to death, for free of course. But hey, if she loses I’ll be right back at Columbia with you by November 6th,” She jokes and I feel bad for wishing that was her outcome.
This would just be so much easier with her. “Dear god, please. I don’t know how I’m going to go through with this,” I confess, feeling anxiety brew in my stomach.
“We talked about this, you have a plan. Just stick to it,” Libby reminds me.
She’s right, Rowan. Step 1. Join a sorority, Step 2. Become president of the sorority and a part of the “Machine,” Step 3. Ruin each and every one of their lives.
Libby clears her throat, snapping me back into reality. “Have you met your roommate yet?” she asks.
“Oh my gosh. Hi!” I hear someone chirply squeal behind me as if she spoke them into existence.
My body quickly turns to face the mystery voice and I mentally prepare myself for a long year ahead. I’m met with a pearly white smile, straight blonde hair, and blue eyes. She looks like a perfect Barbie, and I feel a pang of jealousy in my stomach.
Her front collides with mine, and she wraps her arms around my body. “Hey, Libby. I’ll call you later,” I grumble into the receiver before I hear my best friend end the call.
The stranger drops me like a hot pocket. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. Where are my manners?” she rhetorically asks, extending her hand for me to shake. “Audrey Koch,” she chirpily introduces herself.
At the mention of that name, my mouth twists. The Kochs are a wealthy republican family and have nearly the same values as mine. But since I don’t follow my family’s political views, I hope she doesn’t as well.
I lock my hands with hers, shaking it lightly to not break the goodie two shoes. “Rowan Bouvier,” I politely return the greeting.
Her eyes snap down to my hand, twisting it around. The black ink almost glows on my skin. “Cool tattoo,” she compliments the large snake.
“Thanks,” I blush before pulling my hand back. I don’t want to get off on the wrong foot with this girl. I’ve only known her for two seconds and we still have 9 months together. “Koch as in The Koch Brothers?” I lightly dig.
She smiles and nods quickly. “Yeah, they’re my great grandparents,” she bashfully admits. “But don’t worry. I use everyone as my personal paypigs,” she states nonchalantly.
My head tilts listening to her rant as she pauses to take a deep breath. “I only talk to my cousins. They’re the only ones who aren’t racist,” she defends herself. Oh, thank god she has a brain.
I peer behind her at the residential aides pushing 4 carts full of belongings into the room. We’re only permitted one, but she doesn’t seem like the person to be told no. “Well, do you need any help unpacking?” I offer.
She turns around, looking at the heap of her belongings before waving them off. “Later. I heard there’s a party tonight and I have nothing to wear. Let’s go shopping,” She suggests, bouncing over to her white Hermes Birkin.
She plucks it off the top of the pile, before turning to face me. “Coming?” she asks, looking up and down at me frozen in place.
My gaze drifts down to my fishnet tights and a tattered band tee. “Umm, maybe I should change first,” I think out loud.
“No way. You look great!” She compliments, dramatically holding her arms open.
Scarlet creeps onto my cheeks and I nod, grabbing my purse. A party is arguably step one since I need to get intel and this girl seems like she’d dress me in the perfect sorority image. “Shopping it is,” I conceded.
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“What’s your favorite color?” Audrey asks as we shift through a clothing rack.
My brown eyes meet her ice-blue ones and I respond, “Purple. Yours?” before returning to the array of textured fabric.
“Pink! That’s so great. Every pink friend needs a purple best friend,” she beams and I smile. I feel like I’ve known Audrey my whole life and it’s only been an hour. Her personality draws you in like a magnet and you never want to leave her side.
I’m about to pull a dress from the rack when I remember, I don’t know what I’m shopping for. I haven’t been to a party since the incident, not that I could bring myself to go if I wanted to. I’m pretty sure the only way I’m able to go tonight is because Audrey will be with me.
I groan, releasing the metal hanger. “This is useless. I haven’t been to a party since high school. I don’t even know what to wear,” I complain over the rack to Audrey.
The corners of Audrey’s lips twitch and she leans forward slightly. “Do you want my help?” she asks excitedly and I know I’ve woken a demon.
I nod and within seconds, she’s on my side with an arm full of clothes. She begins rapidly holding things up toward my torso and I wonder if she’s utilizing her fashion expertise. She should be a business major or a fashion designer the way she’s quickly categorizing what she’d like me to try on.
After she’s got a pile of garments for me, she starts putting the discards back in their place. As I watch her, I decide to ask her, “Hey, Aud. What are you studying?”
“Poli sci. What about you?” She returns as she walks back over to me. Her blonde hair cascades perfectly down her back and I admire this woman on a mission with a bow in her head.
Political science makes sense considering her family’s background. It’s practically in her DNA. “Bio,” I tell her. My eyebrow raises as I watch her begin to grab some of the clothes from the pile. “Please tell me you’re trying something on too,” I hint.
I take some items from her hand, lightening the load. “Of course, I am. I just want to put your stuff down first,” she snickers before turning towards the dressing rooms.
We pick the biggest room, hanging my stuff on the wall hooks. “Be right back,” Audrey says, pulling the curtain closed behind her.
My body turns to face the mirror slowly and I realize I haven’t seen myself since this morning. My appearance is fine, but I have been avoidant of mirrors for a while. The sight of myself has my stomach gurgling and an unpleasant feeling washing through my bones.
My feet carry me backward, away from the staring contest with the monster in my reflection. I reach down and pull my shirt over my body before quickly peeling off my tights until I’m left standing in my underwear.
The first outfit is on my body before Audrey comes back, but I’m met with instant disapproval. “I don’t like that one. Next,” she commands, pointing towards another outfit.
I follow her lead and she joins me, trying on her first outfit. The pink dress she’s picked has ruffles and it screams Audrey, but it’s a bit too dressy for the occasion. “What do you think?” she asks, striking a pose.
Stepping into the mini skirt, I pull it over my thick thighs. “I haven’t been to one of these in a while but would you be mad if someone spilled beer on that?” I ask.
Her lips purse and she nods, reaching for the spaghetti straps. “Yes,” she answers while shedding it.
Once I have the next set on, I slowly spin with my arms out for Audrey. “Am I pretty yet?” I half-joke.
Audrey takes a shirt off the hanger, preparing to try it on. “You’re always gorgeous, but that outfit doesn’t scream hot party freshman,” she observes.
My head falls back and I let a groan slip through my throat. “Audrey, I’m trying to scream hot sorority girl, not hot party freshman,” I cry.
Audrey’s jaw drops and she gasps, “Oh my god, you’re rushing?”
Audrey’s completely frozen in place and she looks like she’s processing the information. “Yes,” I deadpan.
Audrey giggles before resuming her movements. “I’m sorry, you just don’t seem like the type,” she apologizes.
My whole body suddenly feels heavy recalling the reasoning behind joining a sorority. I succumb to the feeling, collapsing onto the velvet green bench.  “Yeah, it’s not for the reason you think,” I breadcrumb her.
Audrey’s forehead creases. “What reason is it for?” she digs.
I nervously pick at my fingers. “I have a plan, erm. It’s a lot to go into now,” I start, not wanting to bring down the mood during our bonding session.
Audrey sets her top down next to me before joining me on the bench. “Well, I’m pretty sure this is the only time we’ll be alone all year. You might as well now while we don’t have ears,” she foretells.
My brown eyes meet her blue ones and I grab her hands. “Okay, this stays between us,” I emphasize, hoping I can trust her.
Her hand slides under mine and she locks her pinky with mine. “Roommate pinky promise,” she wears.
I nod before taking a deep breath. “Okay. A couple of years ago I was at Heron and I was dating this guy I liked. His name is William. He invited me to a party with some of his friends while my best friend was out of town, so I went alone thinking it would be chill. Will told me he would take care of me the whole night and make sure nothing happened to me. Little did I know the bad thing that would happen would be him,” I explain my story.
Audrey’s eyes sparked with fear. “What did he do?” she asks.
“Will gave me a red solo cup and dared me to chug it. The rest of the night is fuzzy. He took me upstairs and took my virginity before letting his friends have a turn,” I explain, feeling the retraumatization run through my veins.
I subconsciously squeeze Audrey’s hand, using her as a grounding force to Earth. “Oh, Rowan. I’m so sorry that happened to you,” she apologizes profusely.
I shake my head. It’s not her apology to give. “It’s fine. It’s not fine, but you know what I mean. They’re going to get what they deserve. I’m going to rush, become a part of the machine, and ruin all of their lives once everyone is on my side,” I tell her.
“Whatever I can do to help you, I’ll do it. We’re roommates now,” she urges and I smile.
Her words spark an idea in my brain. For this to work, I need to be perfect to them. I’m not currently stereotypically sorority pretty right now. “Give me a makeover. Make me perfect to their image,” I blurt out.
Audrey releases my hands and raises her brow. “Are you sure?” she asks.
I nod with fear that if I don’t commit, I’ll go back on my word. “Positive,” I say.
“Then try that on,” Audrey demands, pointing to a purple lace set.
I pick it up, examining the fabric. “Are you sure it’s the vibe?” I skeptically question her choice.
“Yes, try it on,” she pushes me towards the mirror. I follow her directions, shedding my current outfit and quickly dressing myself in the purple garments.
I slowly turn around, allowing Audrey to get a good view of the outfit. “You look like the next Regina George. The entire study body is going to eat you up,” she predicts kindly.
I silently thank her with a tight hug, squeezing the life out of her. Once we’ve repeated the same steps with her outfit and we’re both dressed, I ask her, “What’s next?”
Audrey leads us toward the checkout counter, stopping in her tracks to look at jewelry. “Shoes. You need to look like the brunette Sabrina Carpenter,” she asserts.
My fingers brush against the gold rings. “I’m not going to pretend to know who that is,” I mutter under my breath.
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I’m nearly knocked over as a group of people rush past me, up the steps of the dimly lit brownstone. As Audrey and I ascend the stairs at 11:30 pm sharp, I can literally feel the railing vibrating. When we reach the halfway point I immediately see that the house is crowded.
We stand in line as a man not much older than me acts as a bootleg bodyguard, stamping people in one by one. With each being that stands in his presence, he scans their body, quickly determining their worth. Some girls are turned away and sent down the steps in tears.
My eyes narrow as I watch the cutthroat process and my grip on Audrey’s hand tightens. “It doesn’t hurt but you’re sweaty,” Audrey leans over and murmurs owly so only I can hear.
“Sorry,” I quickly apologize, releasing her hand and wiping it on my mini skirt. I haven’t been this nervous since graduation.
“You’re fine. You look great. Just hold your head high and fake it until we’re inside, at least,” she advises as we get closer and closer to the front of the line.
My legs begin to wobble each inch closer to the large wooden doors. When we get to the front, I plaster on my most flirty smile, courtesy of Libby’s training. As if I’m a robot, my arm raises for the man to put a stamp on my hand.
His jaw drops and I can’t decipher if he’s stunned by my appearance or my confidence. He answers my question the moment his skin caresses over mine. “Girls like you don’t have to wait in line, gorgeous,” he flirts through his menacing grin.
He applies the stamp right next to the head of my snake tattoo. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” I flirt back, shoving the sensation of vomiting back down my throat.
Audrey steps forward, putting her hand out in the same manner. After stamping her pale skin, the man lingers for a bit keeping her close to him. “I hope I’ll see you in there later,” he smirks before bringing her hand up to kiss the back of it.
Oh hell no. We haven’t even gotten inside and creepy men are proving the exact reason for my revenge plot. My arm slides underneath Audrey’s, looping around her bicep. “Come on. I need a drink!” I quickly blurt the excuse, pulling her towards the door.
When we enter the house, you wouldn’t be able to tell a party was happening if the floor wasn’t shaking with every beat of the music. We follow the movement of the crowd through the basement door, passing several drunk patrons as we descend the steps.
As soon as my heels touch the concrete floor, I have to sidestep out of the way to avoid getting smacked in the face by a football. The music is so loud that I can’t focus, let alone hear my own thoughts. I guess this is what college parties are like.
I’m whisked through the hoards of students, straight toward the dance floor. My senses are so overwhelmed that I’ve forgotten why I’m here. Make it known that I’m the number-one pick for rush this year.
Audrey picks a spot smack dab in the middle with a spotlight practically beaming on us. “We’ll dance for 3 songs so everyone will see you in here, then shots in the kitchen so everyone will see you in there,” she explains.
My head subconsciously shakes, no. “I don’t think I can do shots,” I confess, already feeling uneasy from the sea of red solo cups. The room feels like it’s swallowing me whole and now, I empathize with Libby’s claustrophobia.
Audrey smiles, seemingly unphased before spinning me dramatically. “Don’t worry, I brought shooters,” she informs me once we’re facing each other again. She spins herself under my arm, lightly shaking her bottom to show off two tiny bottles sticking out of her back pockets.
My shoulders relax and I begin vibing to the music again. “You’re a real girls girl, you know that?” I shout over the bass.
She wraps her hand on my waist, pulling me closer. “I try,” she suavely husks and my head falls back with a giggle. I haven’t laughed this hard since Libby left and even then, it didn’t feel genuine. I was just trying to make sure she didn’t keep me on suicide watch with my family.
We sway and lose ourselves in the beat, matching each other’s energy. The UV lighting covers the room, highlighting the beautiful streaks of gold in Audrey’s hair. I reach out, twirling a soft piece around my finger before slowly swirling my hips. I definitely needed this.
Once our allotted number of songs pass, Audrey leads me towards the kitchen. As soon as we’re in the small space, I’m hit with a cloud of weed smoke. I fight the urge to swat the thick smog away from my nostrils, quickly moving through the puff-puff-pass session.
Audrey finds an empty spot on the island and she reaches into her back pocket, cracking open the shooter with her teeth. I cringe at the sound, watching her methodically prepare the beverages.
She passes me a shooter before clinking her plastic bottle with mine. “Cheers to 4 years together,” she loudly announces and I lift my shot of tequila to my lips.
The Don Julio doesn’t burn as it goes down, but it makes me feel warm and fuzzy. I search the counter for a lime to get rid of the sour sensation in my mouth. Once I find one, I bite down on the lime letting the juice seep onto my tongue.
I don’t miss the feeling of a billion eyes staring a black hole into my head. Audrey warned me that once I became the it girl, people would watch me like a hawk. But I had no idea it would be this bad.
My eyes slowly scan the room, silently connecting with every individual to ensure they remember me. Every single pair darts away after a few seconds, but one sends chills up my spine.
The moss green irises cut through the lavender haze, silently observing me. My skin crawls when a feeling of nakedness washes over me. I feel completely bare to this individual who’s looking right through my skin and into my soul.
As if my body was made of glass, I allowed the emeralds to crack me with each flicker of movement. My spine begins to squirm and I finally allow myself to break the gaze to assess the face of my distant admirer.
My eyes drink the tall man in. He’s dressed casually with his tattoos on full display and a headband holds his unruly curls away from his forehead, showing off his pristine face.
Fuck me. God took his time making this one. I want to drag him into an empty room and ride him until I’m sore. I want to lick him from his abs up to his neck. I want to see his tattooed hand wrapped around my throat while he fucks me.
Okay so, sex drive is still in tact I see. “Let him come to you,” Audrey whispers, interrupting our staring contest. My eyes dart down to the still-empty shooter in my hand, now crushed by grip.
I abandon the plastic on the countertop, unable to bring myself to find a waste bin now that my legs are jello. “I don’t think he’s interested,” I admit. There’s a plethora of girls in here and a majority of them look better than me, including Audrey.
Audrey’s brows knit in disbelief. Okay, so she felt the vibes too. “I know it wasn’t the plan but, I don’t think a little flirting would send us completely off track,” she hints, nudging me with her elbow.
I open my mouth to decline again when the words get caught in my throat. Behind Audrey appears the handsome man who was across the kitchen just moments ago. “Off track for what?” the stranger asks.
My breathing hitches and I allow his gaze to rip my heart out without even touching me. I know that if I lie, he’ll see right through me. My hand lightly smacks Audrey, hoping she’ll understand and step in. She coughs lightly before muttering, “Ummm, studying.”
Nice fucking save, Audrey. My eyes dart around the room for anything to ground me and I tuck a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “Gorgeous and smart. I have to know your name,” I hear the stranger flirt and I don’t miss his British accent. He could read me a bedtime story and I’d be asleep in seconds.
Audrey clears her throat and my eyes snap up to meet his again. Oh shit, he was talking to me. My body turns to mush as I extend my hand, trying to patch up my ego. “Rowan,” I introduce myself.
His soft hands slide beneath mine, gripping it lightly to shake. “Harry,” he smirks and I almost droll. I could write mathematical theories based on his dimples and plump lips.
Instead of letting my hand go, he lowers it, stepping closer to me. He smells of tobacco and vanilla, and I want to bury my nose in his body and inhale his scent. Before I do, Audrey speaks up, “Audrey, who needs water,” she tells Harry like he’s nothing but a servant.
I stuff a snicker down my throat as Harry lets go of my hand, quickly taking a couple of steps toward the water bottles. He picks one up, handing it to Audrey gently. “Nice to meet you both,” he charms before turning back towards me. “Haven’t seen you around. You a freshman?” he asks.
I nod before replying, “Mhmm, you?”
He shakes his head, shifting on his leg. “Junior,” he answers.
Disgust brews in my stomach. I haven’t been here for long, but I know what goes on in this frat house. And I also know that this is the frat my targets joined. “And you’re in Sig Nu?” I explore.
Harry frowns and I feel like a boulder dropped in my stomach. I don’t ever want to see him make that face again if I can help it. “God, no. They’ve got two active title ix’s. Sig EP,” he hisses.
I nod, gnawing on my lip out of nervousness. “Oh,” I grumble.
“But it sounded like you were disgusted,” Harry inquires, taking a step closer to let a partygoer pass behind him.
“No, it’s not. I’m sorry. I just mean, you have an accent. What’s so appealing about Greek life?” I stammer glancing ever so slightly behind me at Audrey moving around the kitchen like a perfect social butterfly.
“Oh good, I thought you were judging me,” Harry chuckles and I smile. He runs his hands through his hair, tugging at the roots and shifting his headband a bit. Suddenly, I have the urge to reach up and fix it for him. “My roommate frat rushed freshman year and I joined for shits and giggles. Little did I know, as president, I can’t leave,” he continues.
When the words president slips through his lips, my jaw drops. “You’re president?” I clarify.
He nods, eyes glistening in the dim light of the room. “Mmhm. Brownstone’s close by if you want to see,” he suggests, tilting his head towards the door.
I nearly choke on my spit realizing what he’s just hinted at. He wants to fuck me. Am I ready for that? I don’t think I’m ready for that. You’ve been silent for too long, Rowan. Say something! “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I just met you,” I choke out.
Harry’s eyes widen in surprise and he puts his hands up. “Oh no, that’s not — I wasn’t trying to hook up with you. You just seem on edge here. I was giving you an out, darling,” he suavely rephrased.
He seems sincere and I feel safe enough to hold my own alone with him. On top of that, he’s perfect and he fits seamlessly with my plan. We’d be the hottest power couple at Columbia, and I should be making that happen. Just go for it, Rowan. What’s the worst that can happen? The worst that can happen already happened. Twice in one lifetime is rare.
I smile before replying, “Oh, oh. Well, in that case lead the —”
“Harry!” a high-pitched voice interrupts me and I watch as manicured nails slide across Harry’s chest. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” a short brunette girl flirts with my green-eyed crush.
His hand wraps around her wrist and he lowers it away from his body. “Gabe. Didn’t know you were coming tonight,” he returns a greeting disappointingly.
Gabe scoffs, putting her hand on her hip. “Of course, I am, silly. I missed you this summer,” she flirts.
My eyes flicker back and forth between the two of them and my suspicions are confirmed. They’ve fucked and have arguably been fucking before the summer break. The last thing I need to ruin my plans is a love triangle. “Okay well, thanks for the offer, Harry. I’ve got to go,” I excuse myself.
I stand on my tiptoes, searching for Audrey. After a couple of moments, Harry finally notices my plans to leave and he says, “No, wait. She’s not my—”
His explanation fades into the background as soon as I find Audrey. “I don’t care. Enjoy the party, it was nice meeting you,” I cut him off before turning on my toes to reach my friend.
Getting over to her feels like I’m in the Triwizard Maze; ducking and dodging joints and blow being passed around. “What just happened?” Audrey instantly asks once I’m in earshot.
“Nothing. He has a girlfriend,” I respond, feeling slightly dejected. When will it be my turn to have a hot green-eyed hunk?
Her brows knit and confusion washes over her face. “Gabrielle?” she asks and I nod. “That’s not his girlfriend. They fucked once and she’s hooked,” she continues.
My eyes drift back over to the two I thought were a couple. Every time Gabrielle tries to touch Harry, he leans back ever so slightly to dodge the contact. “How do you know that?” I ask Audrey, unable to peel my eyes from them.
“You can see it all over her body,” Audrey states, motioning towards them with her palm open. “And while you were busy flirting, I was getting intel,” she snips.
Harry exits the kitchen in a fury with Gabrielle trailing behind him. Her words cause a lightbulb to go off in my brain and my focus is back on her. “Intel?” I inquire.
“Yeah. On who to mingle with; the top people in the top houses,” she explains and I nod.
“So what did you find out?” I press her to spill the beans.
Audrey links her arm with mine before we begin walking out of the kitchen. “Well, Theta is the top house, followed by DG. Gabrielle is the president of Sig Delt so you’re definitely not getting in there after tonight. But that doesn’t matter because the president of Theta is primed and ready for you,” Audrey begins to reveal.
I allow my friend to lead us up the creaky steps and we silently pass far too many drunk girls. I hope they’ll wake up in their own beds tomorrow. “Primed and ready?” I ask once we’re at the top of the stairwell.
We open the door, returning to the main level of the brownstone. The polarity between the party downstairs and the chill ambiance upstairs is jarring, and I find myself rapidly blinking. “She’s looking for someone to replace her,” Audrey elaborates and I jump hearing the door slam behind us.
Audrey pulls us down a hall towards a sitting room area full of people. Sitting in a circle are Harry, Gabrielle, and about 8 other strangers. They all seem extremely familiar with each other, occasionally laughing in between sips of their drinks. “See that girl over there?” Audrey asks, pointing towards a beautiful brunette with beautiful doe eyes.
“Mmmhm,” I confirm.
Audrey leans against the wall, still out of sight of the group. “That’s D.Q. Vanderbilt, President of Theta. The girl sitting next to her is her little and president of recruit, Olivia Astor. They’re both super rich and have hella influence,” she recites.
I take a step back, abandoning my stalker-ish gaze on the girl. “Okay, so why can’t Olivia replace her?” I ask Audrey.
“Rowan, look at her,” Audrey grabs my face, turning it back in the direction of Harry before releasing it.
I watch as Olivia awkwardly slinks down into the leather couch. She looks like she’d rather be anywhere but here, talking to people. “Felt,” I empathize with her. I hate socializing too.
Audrey smacks my bicep with the back of her hand. “That’s not the spirit of someone who wants revenge,” she scolds, with her hand on her hip.
My eyes look her up and down sassily before stating, “You’re right, it’s go time.”
“That’s the spirit!” Audrey whisper-cheers. I grab her hand, pulling her from the safety of the shadows. “Wait, what are you doing?” she frets.
My heels click against the hardwood floor that looks like it’s never been renovated. “You’re coming with me,” I demand.
Before she has time to protest, I’m standing right next to the curly brunette boy who stole my heart 5 minutes ago. “Hey Harry, I was wondering if I could still take you up on that offer?” I lean down and ask him loud enough for the group to hear.
Gabrielle leans closer to Harry, attempting to claim her man. “What offer? Who is she?” she snaps.
“Mind your business, Gabe,” a freckle-faced girl adds and I silently thank her for defending me.
A blonde girl leans forward, plucking her cup from the table with two fingers before asking, “But seriously, Harry. Who is she?”
An attractive young man bounces his leg excitedly. “You brought us pretty fresh meat?” he articulates every syllable like a vampire.
“Fuck off,” Harry grumbles, still focused on getting away from Gabrielle. When he seemingly realizes there’s no more space, he awkwardly clears his throat while standing from the couch.
Harry slides behind me and Audrey, using us as human shields. “I’m Rowan and this is my roommate, Audrey,” I answer the blonde.
Audrey murmurs a hello to the group before taking a step back with Harry, leaving me at the front lines of battle.
“I’m D.Q., that’s Liv, Gabe, Kier, Em, Parker, Sienna, Connie, and looks like you already know Harry,” D.Q runs through the names of each group member, adding a little spice to Harry’s name.
My brain starts doing backflips, repeating each of their names in my head. “Don’t worry, it took me forever to get all the names down,” Kier seductively flirts across the circle.
“Rowan… last name?” Em asks and I curse myself for not waiting until they’re drunk to introduce myself.
I take a deep breath before sighing, “Bouvier.”
“Bouvier, where are you from?” Parker fires off a follow-up question and I have to keep myself from staring at her pristine pearl necklace sitting high on her chest.
“New York, born and raised,” I say with a smile. I feel like I’m tap dancing for a hello right now.
“Bouvier… as in the Kennedy’s Bouvier?” Connie asks a follow-up to Em’s question.
I nod, ready to break the news that will have them looking at me differently. “Yeah, Jacqueline Kennedy is my grandmother,” I boast.
This is the first time I’ve ever brought up the relation and now I know why. Every single face in the room twists, each with a different reaction. “Holy shit, you’re New York royalty,” Sienna finally points out.
I may be New York royalty, but they’re interested in what I have to offer politically. I haven’t been involved in politics in years, not that I could give a shit. But, I might as well lean into it. “Yeah, I just got off the phone with Liberty Washington. She’s my best friend,” I name-drop the presidential candidate’s daughter.
Olivia gasps, leaning forward. “Oh my gosh, she’s so cool. I saw she was front row at the Dior show during fashion week. What’s she like?” she presses.
I smile, casually stepping over Gabrielle’s outstretched legs to sit next to Olivia. “She’s a great friend. We talk 24/7,” I tell her as I sit.
Olivia smiles, scooting a bit closer to me. “You’ll have to bring her to meet your new friends sometime,” she says, gesturing to the group.
I nod, seeing another way to solidify my place in the group. “She’d love that! As long as I can bring Audrey,” I attempt to include my roommate who is now deep in a conversation with Harry and Kier, but mostly Kier.
“Yeah!” Olivia beams before asking the question I hoped one of them would inquire about, “Are you rushing Greek?”
I purse my lips, adjusting in my seat a bit as if I’m unsure of my answer. “I was thinking about it. Only if Audrey does it with me,” I smoothly articulate. Hell yeah, Rowan. That was totally believable.
Olivia nods excitedly and D.Q. joins the conversation, “Well you should, and not to toot our horn but Theta is the best.”
“No dirty rushing,” Gabrielle leans over and interjects.
D.Q. rolls her eyes, sitting back on the couch. “We’re not dirty rushing by stating facts, Gabe,” she scoffs.
I like these girls already and can definitely see myself calling Theta home if the rest of them are like this. “Yeah well, we have to go,” I murmur before standing. My skin sticks to the leather seat, causing me to scratch my thighs while turning around. “It was nice meeting you all,” I say to the group.
Kier pouts, taking a strand of Audrey’s golden locks between his fingers. “But, I was just getting to know all about my beloved’s favorite book,” he grumbles.
After inhaling deeply, he releases her hair, letting it flow back down in place. Audrey turns maroon and she looks like she’s about to faint.
“Fuckin hell, you’re dramatic, mate,” Harry bellows, smacking his friend on the shoulder.
I shake my head at the boy’s antics before Harry steps toe to toe with me. “Can I have your number?” he shakily requests.
My eyes search Harry’s to find nothing but burning desire. I nod, stepping towards Audrey to grab my phone that she’s been holding in her pocket all night. I unlock it before passing it to Harry. 
He takes it from my hand, quickly typing his contact in before passing it back to me. “You’ll text me?” he asks with a tone of insecurity.
Tucking my phone in my back in Audrey's back pocket. “I think that’s the point of me getting your number,” I jest, lacing my fingers with my friend’s to tug her away. “Bye, Harry,” I say over my shoulder.
Audrey stumbles over her feet behind me, calling over her shoulder, “It was nice meeting you, Kiernan!”
“Farewell, my love,” he sweetly returns the goodbye. I’ll never understand love at first sight, but those two clearly have it.
Once we’re outside on the sidewalk, I begin swinging our linked hands as we make the short walk back to the dorms. “Did you get everything you needed?” Audrey voices lowly.
I nod with a smile, even though it feels taboo. I know I shouldn’t like revenge, but god does it already taste so sweet. “Yup. Day two starts tomorrow,” I inform her of our plans.
“Good,” she responds as we turn right into the courtyard.
But what the hell have I gotten myself into?
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blouisparadise · 1 year
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Upon request, today we have a rec list of BL fics where Harry is a bit of a fuckboy. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog the post to spread the word.
Happy reading!
1) Every Time That You Get Undressed (I Hear Symphonies In My Head) | Explicit | 12009 words
Note: This fic has mentions of BH.
An AU in which Harry is the typical frat boy who doesn't believe in love but falls for the insecure mess that is Louis. 
2) Deflower Me | Explicit | 20154 words
Louis is a proud virgin, and no matter how much society tries to make him feel like a freak for not acting on his natural urges, he doesn't suffer from his lack of experience. He has never felt drawn to someone in a way that made him want to get involved sexually with them, and he isn't planning on rushing himself so he can get some because people think it's what he should do.
In walks Fratboy, the Serial Haunter of His (wet) Dreams, who thankfully has a little business going on that might be just what Louis needs.
3) The Way The Storm Blows | Explicit | 21649 words
Louis doesn’t have a habit of thinking about Harry’s dick.
That would be weird, seeing as they’re best mates, and they share a flat, and they’ve spent holidays at each other’s family homes. Their friendship hasn’t ever risen to a point where Louis should want to see his mate’s dick, and he’s happy to keep it that way.
Except, all that Louis can think about is exactly that. The size of it. The shape. The amount of people it’s been in.
Maybe it’s the tequila talking, or the fact that Louis’ just recently walked in to an eyeful of Harry taking turns on some slags that he’s never seen before, but. Louis’ mind can’t stop obsessing over the idea.
4) Even The Best Laid Plans | Explicit | 25190 words
Louis wants to have sex with someone and decides Harry is the perfect alpha for the job.
5) Up To No Good | Explicit | 26525 words | Sequel #1 | Sequel #2
Harry doesn’t think of himself as a womanizer, not at all. Sure, he enjoys sex, enjoys how women feel underneath him, and by some people’s standards he has sex with quite a lot of people, but that’s no reason to tell him that he can’t have a female PA anymore.
It’s especially no excuse for giving him a male PA who’s possibly the most gorgeous boy in the world who won’t even let Harry look at him for too long.
Sometimes Harry hates his life.
6) Pretenses That Bind | Explicit | 27560 words
Harry’s the school’s playboy. Everyone wants to fuck him and be him. Teachers and parents are no exception. Louis is gorgeous and a year below him. He’s known for being funny and kind and an all around nice guy. He’s been lusting after Harry for years now, just like everyone else. But he see’s what other people don’t, and he knows there’s more to Harry than meets the eye. He’s dying to uncover the layers that make up Harry Styles.
7) Fake It Till You Make It | Explicit | 28777 words
After a serious error in judgement causes Harry to lie to his frat brothers about being in a relationship, he begrudgingly enlists his best friend’s omega roommate to help keep up the charade. There’s only one small issue…
8) If Ignorance Be Bliss | Explicit | 30429 words
Uni AU: Harry is too experienced, and Louis just wants to get to experience him.
9) Nicotine | Explicit | 32345 words | Sequel
“We’re two different types of people, Liam. He likes sex and drugs, I like theater and tea. Trust me, we’d never date.” Except they would, they do, and neither of them plans on letting go anytime soon.
10) Sleeping On Our Problems | Explicit | 67429 words
Louis sleeps with Harry and they have more than just catching feelings to worry about.
11) Where You Lay | Explicit | 86038 words
When Louis's upcoming heat threatens his success at his new dream job, he asks the best (and only) person he can think of to help him through it: his best mates' best mate, Harry Styles.  Harry reluctantly accepts, and together the two navigate a strange friends with benefits relationship that quickly turns complicated.
12) Baby Heaven’s In Your Eyes | Explicit | 120925 words
A sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that’s the last (and maybe the only) thing they need.
Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.
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satanhalsey · 2 years
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What piece of clothing of YN makes Harry go wild (any au)
for sf!harry he loves to see her in short dresses or skinny jeans cause he's an ass man™ but in reality he goes insane if she's wearing just his clothes 😌 which happens a lot cause they use eachother clothes which means that he's constantly on her lmao he's the horniest !!! (but she could be wearing a garbage bag and he would still want to jump on her bones no matter what)
nerd!harry... yn wearing a t shirt of a videogame, HANDS DOWN. he literally becames a mess when she's wearing his COD shirt with just panties and her nipples being seen through the fabric 😵‍💫 poor boy.
gangrry, remember that shirt with the "styles" embroidered on it? well, THAT ONE, omfg he's never ever been weak on his knees but ever since he saw his gorgeous and sweet yn wearing that shirt open while making breakfast... poor man he was defeated. tbh he just loves to see her in his dark shirts with nothing covering her thighs (a thigh man, he is)
older!harry... crop tops. period. that's it. olderry just loves yn's tummy and loves even more that he can see it constantly.
cheating!harry: his OLD clothes cause it reminds him of that time where liam really thought that yn wanted him when in reality she was committed to harry and vice versa. all of those clothes fratboy harry used? are now in yn's closet.
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How my Harry's would spend their New Year's Eve
[Warning- Smut (small bit), kissing and just shit ton of fluff which idk how I wrote]
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Dbf!Gangleader!Harry
It was 5 minutes before the midnight, and Harry was nowhere to be seen. Beforehand, it was planned by both of them that they would sneak to the balcony of her room to kiss at midnight and watch fireworks, but now, as you roamed around your house, you couldn't find him.
You were waling past library when someone pulled you inside. You were ready to scream when their hand covered your mouth and all came out is a whimper. Then the light turned on and you saw the pair of familiar green eyes.
You removed his hand from your mouth and hit him on his bicep, making him laugh. You pouted while Harry pulled you close by your waist.
"You scared me" You whispered. "I'm sorry" he said snuggling into you more. If any of his men saw him like this they would be shocked. The most feared men and their boss snuggling and purring into an embrace of woman like a cat but he didn't care. You were his owner.
Soon enough people outside in the garden and on terrace who were invited to the party started the count down.
7..
6..
Harry pulled you close if it was even possible.
5..
4..
You brought your hands up to his cheeks and drew soothing circles on them. It was just you and him there and no one else.
3..
2..
1..
Harry leaned down and kissed you. Putting in all the passion he could. Your lips moved against his, and he tilted your head down to deepen it. The sound of fireworks going outside covered their whimperes.
He finally pulled apart to breath. Harry brought his forehead down to yours and closed his eyes to remember the moment for whole eternity.
"Happy new year darling"
"Happy new year H"
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Fuckboy!Harry
When Harry suggested the idea, you thought it was dumb but it doesn't hurt to try it, does it?
The incredible idea he had was to get both of you come at midnight. Rather than midnight kiss, which, according to him, was boring, he wanted a midnight orgasm.
Now, 30 seconds left to midnight, and you were close but not enough to come. The watch beside his bed on nightstand showed the passing second, and it wasn't enough.
"Fucking hell woman why can't you come today?" Harry groaned and you knew he was close.
"Maybe cause I know that I have to." You chuckled, which was cut off by a moan when Harry gave you a hard thrust.
"Fucking brat" He murmured and pulled out of you. Before you could protest he pushed you on your stomach and raised your hips up. He started pounding into you with no remorse making you scream.
The countdown started outside in the garden of Harry's frat house where the party was going on.
10...
9..
"Harry, I'm close. Please don't stop," you cried out. You were clenching around Harry like crazy and he had to think about the old woman down the street to not come right at that point.
"Wasn't planning on it" He muttered.
8..
Harry slid his hand down in front of you and started making tight and fast circles on your clit.
7..
6..
You were going frenzy, and so was Harry. The count down drowned out by both of your moans and sound of skin slapping.
5..
4..
3..
Harry kept rubbing your clit and you were about to come. He pinched your clit and that tipped you over the edge and your orgasm ran through your body like a firework.
2..
1..
The sound of the alarm was like a signal as you came around Harry, and he inside you. Harry fell over you like a limp body after.
People outisde cheered probably kissing their dates or partners while you just got life fucked out of you.
"Happy new year blue" Harry said, pushing his head into your mess of hair while his dick was still inside you.
"Happy new year Harry"
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Youtuber!Harry
(Many years later than the events of Baby Honey)
Surrounded by friends and family, you were sitting on the terrace. Harry, beside you, watching the countdown.
Rohan was their with his son and his new girlfriend. Your sister was with her husband, gemma was with her boyfriend and Anne with hers.
10...
Harry stood up from beside you and pulled you up with him. Your belly was getting huge, making it harder to move around. At first, you wanted to go he ball drop at the time square, but it would have been too crowded and unsafe, so Harry booked a hotel from where you could watch it.
9...
He pushed the hair back from your face and smiled and brought his hand down to your belly, rubbing it.
"I love you so much" He whispered.
8...
He looked behind over your shoulder and gave a nod, making you look over to see your sister filming with your vlog camera.
You turned back around to face Harry only to find him down on his one knee. Everyone around you was looking at you both with smile and tears.
"I will keep it short cause we are in a bit of time crunch." Harry laughed, "Y/N, you are my best friend, my girlfriend and now mother of my child." Harry started.
6...
You were crying while your hands covered your mouth in shock. "When I saw you first time even though I was with someone else, I knew you were special. I made many mistakes, been a dumbass. Made you and me both wait to have something we could have had way earlier, but for this, I couldn't wait." Harry spoke the fastest you have heard.
5...
You turned to your sister who was now beside you. "You let me do this in joggers?" You cried.
"I'm sorry" She also cried.
4...
"Miss Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?" Harry finally asked and nodded the fastest you could.
"Yes yes" You cried, "Omg yes"
3...
Harry pushed the ring into your finger and stood up, pulling you into him.
2..
He brought his hand around your cheek and leaned down.
1..
He kissed you soflty tasting your salty tears mixed with his own.
"Happy new year Honey"
"Happy new year indeed"
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90sRockstar!Harry
Harry was had just gave the performance of his life on the ball drop. His chest was heaving with deep breath, body sweaty from running around and adrenaline even in cold.
The countdown was about to end when Harry's eyes searched for yours. He found you standing very first like always being his biggest supporter.
He walked over to where you were and leaned down from the stage. You thought he was leaning down to hug you or kiss you but he held onto your shoulder and yanked you up on the stage like you weight nothing.
The whole croud cheered seeing that. Harry just smirked bathing in the attention.
All the boys were putting off their instruments, Mitch already down the stage beside Sarah. While Niall and Louis was chatting up some fan to kiss at midnight.
"Hi" You laughed bringing your arms around his neck. You didn't care thousands of people watching or that it would practically be on the newspaper tomorrow, you just saw him and you there.
"Hi angel" He brought his nose to your flicking it.
"The ball is about to drop" You whispered.
"I know" He replied with same hushed tone.
Soon enough the count down ended and the ball dropped. Everyone was kissing someone and you were kissing your husband, high up on stage in front of thousands.
"Happy New Year"
"Happy New Year Angel"
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I'm so fucking lonely. I also wanted to make out with someone at midnight, but all I did was watch AHS.
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I'm writing strike pt 2. I have said before I'm shit with consistency, sorry
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In the mood to write a college au, so like fratboy harry and (y/n) not sure if you’d like that or not.
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MEDDLE ABOUT
This fic is inspired by the song “meddle about” by chase atlantic.
I am so obsessed with frat boy harry and chase atlantic, so whats better than the two of them combined 😩
QUICK NOTE! yes this book is inspired by the song meddle about, however part one is just the lead up to where my inspo has came from. part two is heavily inspired by the lyrics. give the song a listen whilst your reading!
AU: Fratboy!Harry x reader (she/her)
Warnings: NONE (not yet anyways ;)
word count: 1.6k
part one.
part two. (coming soon)
The first day of university had finally arrived. Y/N had dreamed of this day for as long as she could recall. The sun was gleaming as she walked through campus whilst taking in the view of all the buildings. It didn’t feel real. She felt like she was finally an adult. It was the next chapter of her life. She was ready to be taken seriously.
She made her way to her first class, English lit. She always felt connected to the subject. Words just came to her so effortlessly. Well thats what people told her anyways. Walking into to class, she scanned the crowd of people sat down on their chosen seats for the upcoming semester. Y/N always liked to stay lowkey, so she decided to take her seat where not much attention would be put on her. She made her way up to the second last row up at the back and plonked herself into her chosen seat. She sighed in relief and began to unpack her things that were required to take notes.
Logging into her laptop somewhat relaxed and ready to begin her first day of class, she looked up and noticed a tall figure stroll into her class effortlessly. He was clad in a plain white t-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. Simple. She liked simplicity. She observed this mysterious figure, and the way he carried his books and laptop in one hand so easily. She noticed his brown curly hair and the way it looked so messy but in the nicest way possible. She watched him make his way up the stairs and noticed the tattoos that were sprawled against his arms. She wondered if he had anymore on him that she couldn’t quite see. She shuffled stiffly in her seat when she had realised she had been staring for way too long. Looking away, Y/N mentally noted to herself that she needed to focus, and gain some stability back. She cursed at herself for being so intrigued towards this boy. She has literally only known of his existence for about 30 seconds and she is already thinking a million thoughts about this man. Regaining focus, Y/N began to pay attention to watch she was doing, before he walked in.
She heard shuffling coming from her side, as she looked, she realised he had sat right beside her. This cannot be happening she thought to herself. He had chosen the seat right next to her. She began to sit up straight in a panicked manner and attempted to fix her appearance by putting her hair behind her hair, subtly, or thats what she at least thought. She looked to her side again and noticed he had these green twinkling eyes. Could he get anymore attractive Y/N thought to herself.
Just as she was about to look away from her extremely brief stare, he caught eyes with her, and flashed her a charming smile.
“Hi, Is it okay i sit here? I hate sitting down at the front, feel like i can actually breathe at the back.” He uttered whilst chuckling. She noticed his accent. Y/N laughed, trying to hide the fact that she was literally dying. He’s english too? He just keeps getting better, she thought.
“uh yeah of course it is, i get how you feel. There is nothing worse than being the victim of a question you don’t know how to answer” she smiled. He returned one, flashing his straight pearly white teeth.
“Right! I’m harry by the way.” he looked at her intently, she thought just for a second he was analysing her features. Y/n began to blush at the thought of harry actually looking at her.
“I’m Y/N.” she said softly, “It’s nice to meet you, Harry.” She caught herself off guard. Did that sound too flirty? She began to overthink. She mentally face palmed herself.
Harry smirked, “Y/N. Pretty name, for a pretty girl. Its nice to meet you too, darling.” Y/n almost choked on the very little salvia that was left in her mouth, due to the fact her mouth was drying up from her nervousness from Harry being in her presence. She regained composure slyly, hoping harry didn’t noticed the mess she was in front of him.
She was blushing like crazy, she was speechless. Usually Y/N would already be rolling her eyes, if this was any other boy. However, Harry has this undeniable attractiveness. She is very welcoming to the idea of Harry flirting with her like this. She liked it. A lot.
The professor started to speak through the microphone and began the introduction to the course. They both began to listen to what the professor was talking about. Y/N was trying her best to pay attention, but the thought of Harry being sat beside her was making her feel uneasy, her mind was just purely focusing on him. His hair, that smile, his raspy voice, the way he’s sat spread out on the seat with his pen in one tattooed hand, scribbling notes into his notebook. She caught herself staring, again. She really couldn’t help herself. Harry’s eyes flashed over to her and she was caught looking. He just simply smirked at her, with his bottom lip in between his teeth.
Time went on and their first lecture was over with, and everyone began to pack up and leave. Y/N needed to leave quickly, she felt way too embarrassed to be around Harry after that painful lecture. She was so mad at herself for feeling this way about a boy shes known for 2 hours. Rushing, she packed up her stuff, and made her way down the steps, but she heard Harry calling her name. She stopped in her tracks and waited for harry to catch up with her. She took a deep breath, and was ready to channel her inner bad bitch energy. She concluded, that if she thought Harry was this attractive, she needed to be confident and reciprocate the energy he was giving. If she wanted him, she needed to act like she was not wanting to cripple up into a ball of nervousness when talking to him or even being around him.
“Hi.” he uttered.
“Hi.” she shyly spoke back. Yeah, her plan never worked. Back to being the quiet girl she truly was.
They were both making their way down the stairs and harry spoke out,
“My friends having a party this Friday, it’s just a celebration for the new semester starting. I think you should come, I’d like to see you there.”
He looked at her face, and slowly trailed his eyes down her body. Y/N noticed, she thanked herself for wearing her new summer dress she bought the other day, which showed off her legs. She couldn’t comprehend the effect this man had on her. She tucked her hair behind her hair and flashed harry an unsure look, her eyes staring right back into Harry’s.
“A party?” she queried. She had nothing else to do. She was sure her friend, Isabella, already knew about this. “You will maybe see me there, if your lucky enough, harry.” She stared up at him through her lashes.
“I better be seeing you there. You would be making my night far more enjoyable, love.” He smirked. She couldn’t handle him. She was going to faint.
“Well then, in that case, i’ll be there. I’m sure seeing you wouldn’t be too bad on my part either.” She giggled. She was surprised by the confidence she had suddenly gained, and she liked it. Maybe channelling the bad bitch energy wasn’t a bad idea. They had stopped walking and were stood in the halls of campus. No one was in sight, probably due to them just wanting to go back to their flat after being bored from the tedious introduction from the lecture. Y/N was leaning against the wall. Harry was stood parallel to her against the opposing wall.
“I’m not that bad, am i?” Harry rasped, as he pushed himself off against the wall, and walked closer towards Y/N.
“Hmm, are you?” Y/N questioned, she felt like teasing him.
“If you come on Friday, you will maybe realise i’m not that bad to be around, even though i know you don’t actually think that.” Harry whispered, standing in close proximity to Y/N, with his arm now placed above her head, whilst looking down at her. She took a sharp breath in, taking in the scent of his musky aftershave. It made her weak at the knees. Thank god she was leaning against a wall, she thought to herself, because she would of collapsed by now.
“Well Harry, you might be right there, but that’s for me to know, and for you to maybe find out” she whispered back. She liked this new side, she felt powerful, by seeing the way Harry was now looking at her. She was staring into his eyes, and could almost catch a glance of something. Eagerness? Lust?
Harry took his arm from above her head and stood in-front of her, in close proximity, with a grin on his face. She smiled back. Y/N reached for Harry’s hand and grabbed a pen from her bag. She began to write on the the back of his hand. She wrote her number and a small love heart beside it.
She glanced up at him and he looked down at her, with a smirk on his face.
“You can text me the address. See you on Friday, Harry.” She pushed herself off of the wall, squeezing past Harry, with their bodies slightly brushing off one another, and began to start walking back to her flat. She couldn’t wait to tell Isabella about this.
“See you Friday, Y/N, wear your best dress for me, darling.” Harry responded with a rasp to his tone. Y/N turned back and stuck her middle finger up at him and chuckled. He shook his head in disbelief and waved back cheekily. She couldn’t believe it. She did not expect this at all, especially on the first day.
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yay! part one is finito
trust me when i say, part two is going to be incredibly saucy!
part two coming soon.
p.s this is my first fic so please be kind, i know its rubbish but hey im just writing out what my night time scenarios consist of😛
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(Big writeup ahead)😪😅
I just wanted to put this idea out... It's basically uni au very y/n is joined 2 3 months after start of 1st semester. And their first meeting is like bumping into each other.  Harry is like a arrogant  mean sexy hot lad, typical frat and y/n is a shy but badass bitch. And then their encounters are always mean and hatred, until once it's raining and both are stuck under same roof near a supermarket or something.
And y/n ask that why is he always so mean.. and Harry's past would be about how he let's people come in and make him fall and then break his heart, not once or twice but few times, so being mean won't let people enter his life.
And y/n is always a good human and shows humanity towards him even though he is all mean to her. And then once he tells her he wants her to be his listener... like he wants to share things with her about his past without hesitation. And she let's him , and after 2 week about them being free with each other and little intimate moment where she feels for him,but then meeting at uni he is all back to same harry, mean and arrogant.
She is sick of him and tells him all the truth about how the world will play with him and he will get destroyed his heart won't be able to survive.
And then for Christmas they have to dress in pairs and be a team for treasure hunt. She is partnered with h and then she leaves for her hometown cause of her grandmother being sick. After a week of silence from her. She comes back on and during treasure hunt(Christmas treasure hunt)she breaks down(only around h)  Since she is been most closest to her.
They win treasure hunt. They are then all soft around each other but a little angst will spice it up. And lastly a couple dance where jalboyh is playing behind while dancing. They both are crying mess .
I had it somewhere deep in my notes and now that I see this m kinda proud of myself, cause writing stories and essays are not me😂 but I feel it's kinda a typical concept.
I wrote this a year ago when I was new to tumblr. Now that I have read hundreds of fics I feel like this is basic.😂😭
Thank you so muchhh for reading.. it got kinda big
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first of, you’re such a cutie for sharing that with me—thank you!
second of all, just because you feel like it’s basic, doesn’t mean it’s not good! if you ever decide to write it out, you can always add your little twists and everything. this is an enemies to lovers trop, bub—it will always go hard!
i’m not so much into au!fratboy!harry but i know that so, so, so, so many people are so if you decide to write that one out, i’m sure it’ll be nice. i loved it so much. it’s a classic and i love some good enemies to lovers, grumpy meets sunshine classics 😌
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