#harry edward styes

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Object of Desire*

AN: this is my first time posting on here so please be gentle☺️

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summary: Honey Rose, one of the most sought after adult film actress, get picked to do a scene for director Harry Styes. What happens when she finds out that he will be the one doing the scene with her?

work count: 7.5k

tropes: pornstarry

warnings: 18+, language, explicit smut, fluff

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Lights, Camera, Action. 

I’ve always wanted to hear those words be uttered before a scene- to feel the adrenaline rush as I make the script come to life. As a little kid I would whisper them to myself before I would put on a short skit for my grandma, and it made me feel like I was a real movie star. Now at 26 years old- I am the furthest thing from a movie star, but I guess an actress could be the term for my job. 

The adrenaline that I love to feel rush through my veins is present as well as the nervousness that is making my hands sweat slightly. The possibilities of today swirl around my mind as I walk down the long corridor to meet the director of today’s shoot. 

I never thought this is what I would be doing to keep a roof over my head and food in my belly, but I can’t say I’m disappointed. What started out as occasionally posing for a lingerie company to help me get through school turned into signing up for an OnlyFans and making $7,000 a week. 

I never did anything too risque on my page, only posting pictures of me half naked without showing my face and occasionally taking a few requests from subscribers. My following grew exponentially and it continued until I didn’t know how to manage all of the content people were asking me to film. 

A few months ago, a manger reached out to me wanting to represent me. Although this was a far fetch from the job I’ve always wanted, I couldn’t turn it down. Having sex in front of a camera with a whole team watching you and a million more waiting to see it with a person you barely know is scary and intimidating- but I took the job anyway. I like the money and sometimes the sex is actually quite enjoyable when I can get out of my own head.  

This particular job came as a surprise to both me and my manager. Usually, my manager would reach out to a filming company, give them my head shots, and then wait to hear back if they wanted to use me for the scene they were wanting to film, but for this one the director himself reached out to my manager. Apparently, he had seen some of my work and wanted me to be one of the stars in his new video. 

Harry Styles- is the biggest name in the porn industry and someone you don’t say no to.  Not only is he one of the hottest and sought after pornstars, but he is also known for being a fantastic director. Every single one of his videos has at least a million views, if not more; they are hot and sensual, plucked right from all the fantasies that I’ve stored away in my brain. He started out just like everyone else, at the bottom of the totem pole, but he became so successful so fast that everyone in the industry wanted to work with him. Recently, he’s been focusing more on the directing side of his job, foregoing the acting part which many people have complained about, but of course he doesn't care. 

I’m not embarrassed to admit that I’ve gotten myself off multiple times from watching him. Just listening to his deep, slow, and raspy voice would make my cunt slick before reaching into my night stand to grab my purple bullet vibrator. I would press it to my clit and circle it around while I watched him kiss down the length of the random girl’s body before he would uncover her wet pussy and taste her for the first time. He would use both his tongue and fingers to get her off before fucking her into the matress, making her scream out in pleasure as he takes her from behind and slaping the plump flesh of her ass as she comes on his thick cock. He would fuck her through her orgasm, and the sound of both of their moans would make my stomach swirl with pleasure. I would always tease myself, not letting myself come until I knew he was about to orgasm. To not disturb my neighbors, I would flip around on my belly with my vibrator still pressed closely to my swollen clit and bite into my pillow as I listened to his deep moans as he came, finally finding my release alongside him. 

It’s gonna be hard for me to look him in the eye today and not picture him like that; to not think of the way his back muscles flex while hovering over his partner, thrusting into them as hard and fast as he can or the way the vein on his neck pops out when he tilts his head back in pleasure. I don’t even know if I’ll be able to focus on my costar as Harry directs us, only focusing on him and what he wants from me. 

“Honey?” A small woman stands in front of me, holding a clipboard and a pair of headphones hanging around her neck. “Honey Rose?” 

“Yeah, that’s me. Sorry, I guess I’m a little distracted.” I answer to my stage name, and laugh off my embarrassment. She giggles along with me, easing my nerves. 

With an extended hand she says, “Hi, I’m Jenny, Harry’s assistant.” I take her hand and offer her a smile. “I’ll be showing you around and then I’ll take you to meet him.” After we shake hands she pulls away and turns around. “Follow me and I’ll show you where you can put your stuff.” 

We make small talk while walking down the hallway towards an unknown destination. Jenny rattles off all the things she did this morning, preparing for the shoot and she also tells me how excited Harry is to meet me. 

My stomach once again flips at the thought of being in his presence, but I don’t get a chance to think about it more when Jenny stops in front of a door that says ‘Honey Rose.’ 

“I get my own dressing room?” 

Jenny looks at me with her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Of course you do. Have you never had one before?” She opens the door, stepping to the side to let me walk in the room first. “Harry always makes sure his stars are taken care of.” 

I shake my head while walking in the room. It’s nothing too extravagant, with a love seat couch tucked in the corner with a small coffee table in front of it and a vanity on the far left wall, but it’s nicer than anything I’ve gotten before. Usually I have to get undressed in front of all the crew before slipping into a robe, so having this space puts me at ease. 

At least I’ll have some privacy throughout this shoot. 

“If you just wanna set your stuff down I’ll take you to meet Harry. He’s just now finishing setting up the bedroom set.” I take my coat off and hang it over the back of the chair and then place my purse on the coffee table. “You ready?” 

“As I’ll ever be.” I stick my hands in my pockets to hide the fact that they are shaking and follow after Jenny. For being as tiny as she is she sure can walk fast and I find myself wishing she would slow down so I can prepare myself. 

The set is a normal looking bedroom. It’s cozy, warm, and inviting. The bed is dawned in white sheets, a white duvet, and a tan throw with brown pillows. The bedside tables are decorated with items to make it look like someone actually lives here and a mirror leans against the wall across from the bed. 

There aren't a lot of people in this room right now, some are setting up certain light fixtures and others are testing out the equipment, but I immediately know which one is Harry. Dressed in long black flared trousers and a matching black shirt, he stands next to the mirror, angling it so it perfectly aims at the head of the bed. 

He hasn’t noticed us yet, but when Jenny clears her throat he looks up in the mirror and immediately makes eye contact with me. “Harry, this is -”

“Honey Rose.” My fake name rolls off his lips and I find myself begging to hear him use my real name. “I know who she is, Jenny. Would be kind of hard not to know.” Harry stuffs one hand in his pocket and makes his way over to me. “I’m Harry.” He extends his hand out to me and it takes me a second before I do the same. 

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you, Harry.” I hope he doesn’t see the school girl blush on my cheeks, but I can’t help but find myself so taken with him. His hair falls perfectly in waves in a slight middle part that frames his face. There is a shadow of facial hair surrounding his jaw and around his lips, drawing attention to the pinkness of them. His eyes shine bright compared to the darkness of his hair; beautiful sea green staring straight at me. The tattoos on his arm stand out and I find myself looking over each and every one, but then I remember that I’m still holding onto his hand. I let go rather quickly and he chuckles at me. “I’m excited to work with you. I’ve heard nothing but great things.” 

“Well, I should hope so.” Two dimples pop out on the sides of his cheeks as he smiles while pushing his hair back and off his forward. “But I’m curious, are they talking about my directing skills or how I fuck?” 

I keep myself composed, even though all I want to do is tell him that my information is coming from the videos that I’ve watched of him. I gather up all the confidence in my body and say, “Both, but I guess I’ll only be seeing one of those talents today.” 

A confused look flashes across his face, but he doesn’t let it last. His lips perk up and he quietly says, “We’ll see about that.” Now it's my turn to be confused. I open my mouth to ask him what he means by that but he stops me. “Honey, would you mind joining me in my office? I just want to go over a few things with you, if that’s all right.” 

“Of course. Whatever you need.” Harry places his hand on my lower back and escorts us out of the room. His office isn’t too far away, but the walk is filled with a thick tension. He ushers me in, and tells me to sit on the couch like the one similar to mine in my dressing room. Harry takes a seat next to me, not sitting behind the desk which honestly makes me feel more equal to him. 

“As you may know, my videos are praised for how real and authentic they seem. I don’t do the corny pizza delivery guy bullshit or any of those cheesy porns that have terrible dialogue and even worse acting. I like to make everyone on set feel comfortable, so that they can actually feel the pleasure instead of faking it. Does that make sense?” He crosses one of his legs over the other, and the way his trousers move it showcases his thick thighs bulging under the surface of the fabric. 

“It makes perfect sense, and I really respect what you are doing here. Most of the time they just throw me in a room with a guy and just tell me to fuck him.” 

“I can promise you that’s not gonna be the case today, but I do need to ask you a few questions. You can answer whichever ones you want or not if you don’t want to.”  I nod my head at him, telling him I understand. That smirk reappears on his face, but this time I don’t get so flushed. The way he’s looking at me makes me want to sit on top of his desk and have his head be buried in my cunt. “I just need to know so I can fuck you just how you like it.” 

“Y-you’re gonna be the one fu- in the scene with me?” My heart rate picks up in anticipation and I hope I didn’t just hear him wrong. He hasn’t done a video in such a long time. Why would he start now? 

“That wasn’t the original plan.” Harry stands up, walking closer to me before crouching down in front of me. His knees touch mine and even through the fabric of both of our clothes I can feel his warm skin. “When I was looking for the girl for this shoot I came across one of your videos.” Harry’s fingertip grazes over my knee and he starts to draw circles on it. “It was just you, laying on a bed, with a vibrator on your pretty little pussy.” He looks up at me, and grabs a hold of my jaw. “You had beautiful moans coming from these lips. I just knew that I couldn’t sit there and watch someone fuck you, not when I could be the one doing it.” 

I turn my head, still keeping eye contact with him. His thumb that was on my jaw now rests against the skin of my lips. I puker them, softly kissing his thumb before taking it into my mouth for just a moment. “You want to fuck me, Harry?” His eyes are dark, lustfully watching as I kiss his thumb, suck on it, and then let it plop from between my lips. 

“Oh, honey.” Harry moves his hand away from my face, placing it on my knee again. With both hands, he pushes my thighs apart and situates himself between them. “You have no fucking clue.” I burn under his gaze. His touch is light and teasing, kneading the muscles of my thighs while he looks up at me. “I still need you to answer a few questions for me. Can you do that for me, honey?” 

“Please, call me Emma.” I don’t mind being called Honey. In fact it makes me feel confident and sexy, but right now I just want to feel real with him. 

“Okay, Emma. Are you okay with me warming you up before we shoot? I can do it right here, spread you out and make you come on my fingers so you're more sensitive while we film. You need to be warm, wet, and ready for me.” 

Harry kisses up the length on my pant leg, placing his lips right on top of the sem and stopping when he gets close to my center. “Yes, please make me come, Harry.” After I give him the okay, he doesn't waste a second before undoing the button on my pants and pulling them down my legs. He takes in the sight of my red lace thong and by the way the air creates a cool sensation on my panties, I know I’m wet for him; and he can see it. 

“I’m gonna ask you a few questions, but you have to promise me that you’ll answer them truthfully, okay?” 

Harry patiently awaits an answer, starting to slowly kiss up my thigh. He kisses both of my knees and continues to switch between both legs as he travels upwards until he reaches my midthigh and sits back up. “Yeah, I-I’ll answer them.”

“Let’s start with an easy one.” Harry drags his hands across my skin, nails scratching slightly. He finds my hips, tracing his thumb in the crease where my hip bends from sitting down. “Are you okay with me kissing you?” 

“Yes, I actually prefer it.” With the grip on my hip, he pulls me to the edge of the couch so I’m barely even sitting on it. He leans into me, pressing his chest against mine as he tucks himself into my neck. 

“Hmm,” His curls tickle my cheek, his sweet smell overpowers me, and his nose teases up my neck. “Is there anything that’s a hard no for you during sex?” I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” 

The fact that he isn’t even asking me these questions puts me at ease. Though I haven’t had a lot, my costars never asked me what I was or wasn’t comfortable with. The directors never cared, only making sure every piece of dialogue and every cue on the script was hit. 

“You can do anything to me. If it’s you doing it, I know I’ll like it.” 

“You’re stroking my ego here, Em.” 

The tip of his nose grazes my jawline before it's replaced by his lips. He is still holding onto my hips and even though I love his hands there I wish he would touch me elsewhere. Just from him being this close to me, my cunt is slick and my clit is throbbing, waiting to be touched. 

“I’ve watched you before. I know how you fuck, so anything you want to do go right on ahead. I can take you, Harry.” 

“Oh, I have no doubts about that.” Placing a kiss on my cheek, he stands up and sits down next to me again. “Stand up.” Obeying, I stand up on shaking legs and turn to face him. Legs spread, arms stretched out along the back of the couch, and a smirk on his face, Harry sits there eyeing me up and down. “Strip for me. Let me see what’s mine for today.”

I cross my arms, grabbing the hem of my t-shirt and pulling it over my head. His eyes move to my chest, taking in the matching red lace bra. Harry takes one arm off the back of the couch to adjust himself in his pants as he continues to take me in. “You know, it’s not fair that I’m half naked and you’re still completely clothed.” 

Harry clears his throat and reaches out to grab my hips to turn me around. “This isn't about me.” His fingers find the band on my underwear and my breath hitches when he starts to slowly pull them down. In the wake of the fabric, he kisses where it once laid. “So sit down on my lap.” Pulling on my hips, he sits my naked bottom half on his fully clothed lap.  “Spread your legs.” I hook a leg over each one of his thighs and lean back onto his chest. “And let me make you come, so I can fuck you how I want later.” 

The rings on his fingers are cold on my blazing skin. Touching over the expanse of my stomach, my hips, my thighs and briefly the tops of my breasts he teases me with everything I want while simultaneously avoiding the place I need him most. 

My pussy is soaked with my arousal, dripping down and probably landing on his trousers, but at this moment I can’t find it in myself to care. 

“Do you want me to just rub your clit and get you off that way, or do you want me fingers? Stretch you out a little bit so I fit nice and snug in you?” 

I tilt my head to the side to find him already looking at me. Our lips are so close I fainting feel his skin, but we both don’t make the move to lean in; to fuel the fire we both feel growing. “Want your fingers. Please.”  

Harry looks down at my lips for a brief second before turning his head away from me. Out of the corner of my eye I see him looking at my body that’s spread out for him and the lust in his eyes is unmistakable. 

I take advantage of his head facing forward and tuck my face in the crook of his neck. He smells even better this close up. His smell is sweet, reminding me of walking into a bakery while also being smokey, like a fresh campfire on a fall evening. 

I repeat his actions from early, gliding my nose across his neck. When his fingers finally touch my cunt I whimper into his skin. I accidentally bite into his neck from the shock of finally feeling him. “Hey. You can’t mark me yet, Em. Wait until later and you can leave your marks anywhere you want.” 

The tips of his fingers trace over my entrance, gathering up all the wetness caused by him. He drags them up and uses my arousal to start slowly drawing circles on my clit. Instead of biting him I kiss down the side of his neck to try and quiet my cries of pleasure. 

“Maybe I didn’t even need to warm you up. You were soaked before I even touched you.” 

In my desire induced haze I accidentally say, “I always get so wet for you.” My cheeks heat up with embarrassment and if I could bury myself into his neck anymore I would. 

“Oh?” His fingers speed up, making me squirm in his lap. “Are you telling me you’ve watched my videos while rubbing this little clit of yours? You’ve came from watching me fuck someone else. Is that what you’re telling me?” 

From the bulge pressing into my ass, it’s obvious this is turning him on. I let my embarrassment slip away and just let myself be in the moment with him. “Yes, Harry. I’ve always wanted to fuck you.” 

“Well, it’s my lucky day isn't it, baby?” He doesn’t warn me before filling my pussy with his fingers. Long, thick, and ring clad, his fingers work against my g-spot. Combined with the teasing and his relentless strokes on my clit, my stomach begins to tingle and the muscles in my cunt squeeze around his fingers. 

“God, Harry. I’m so fucking close.” His movements are slow and skillful, not needing to go fast and hard to make me reach my end. 

“You’re a sensitive little thing, aren’t you?” His fingers stop fucking me, but he presses his fingertips up into my g-spot and massages the spot that makes me see stars. Somehow he’s lifted the hood of my clit so he’s directly on my nerves. “Can’t wait to get you underneath me, so I can fuck you into the sheets. Spread your pussy out and take you just like I fucking want.” 

I throw my head back on his shoulder, needing some fresh air. My lungs can hardly keep up with my shallow breaths and I’m so dizzy I feel like I could pass out. “Please, Harry. I need to cum.” 

“You don’t have to ask me. Just let go, honey. Make a mess of me.” 

And so I do. I feel myself clench around his fingers and my ears start to ring. The sound of his voice telling me how good I am filters through the noise, but for the most part I can’t focus on anything except the pure bliss running through my veins. Harry kisses my cheek, as he coaxes me through my orgasm. “Good girl, Em.” 

I fully relax into his chest as I come down from the high. He slips his fingers out from me and puts them up to my mouth. “I would love nothing more than to taste you right now, but I want to make sure the first time I do it’s caught on camera.” 

Harry drags my come across my bottom lip before slipping his fingers into my mouth. He lets me take my time cleaning his fingers up and he keeps eye contact with me the whole time. 

“What do we do now?” I ask after his fingers leave my mouth. 

“You are gonna go get a snack, get your hair and makeup done, and get dressed.” He pinches my bare hip which makes me yelp, but he just smiles at me. “But you gotta get off my lap so you can do that.” 

It’s crazy to see him go from this sexy dominant male to someone who is also playful. It makes my heart beat faster in my chest when he looks at me with a smile. 

I climb off him and go to grab a tissue from his desk to clean off the mess between my thighs. “Nope. None of that.” He snatches the tissue from my hand and puts it in his pocket. 

“I can’t clean myself up?” I cross my arms over my chest and for a second I forget I’m just in my bra, but I’m reminded when Harry’s eyes travel down to my tits. 

“No.” He walks over to my underwear that were haphazardly discarded and kneels before me. Tapping on the side of my ankle, he silently tells me to raise my foot so he can dress me. “While you are getting ready I want you to think about how wet you are. I want you to feel your come on your thighs and think about what we are gonna do. How I’m gonna fuck you. How I’m gonna make you come again.” He kisses my hip bone before standing up, dragging the fabric along with it. Harry makes sure it’s in place and snaps the band against my skin. “I’ll see you later, honey.” 

Throughout getting my hair and makeup done I shift unfavorably in my seat. My underwear is absolutely ruined from my orgasm, but now it's slick with my want for Harry. I can’t stop thinking about what we are about to do. 

In front of me lies my ‘script’. There isn’t much in it other than some lines I need to say. The premise of the whole video is a couple waking up tangled in the sheets together after being away from each other for a while. 

I think about what I plan on doing to him as the girls around me talk amongst themselves. Usually I would partake in these conversations and make friends with them, but right now my brain can only focus on one thing. 

They curl my hair, fluff it out and apply some light makeup to my face. I didn't want any foundation on because it will just get smudged anyway and I don’t want to look sloppy, so all I have on is some mascara and a light lip gloss. 

A silk black robe is wrapped around my body with my skin bare underneath and matching black slippers are on my feet. It was awkard taking my clothes off in front of the wardrobe person, especially considering the poor excuse of fabric that was my underwear. 

 The air is cold in the hallway as I walk towards the studio room and I know everyone that passes me can see my nipples through my robe. 

The room that was once filled with maybe five people now houses twelve. It’s hard to walk in the room with how many bodies there are and I barely see Harry through the crowd. I protectively shield my chest away from prying eyes and lower my head. 

Harry has changed from earlier, now wearing a black fitted t-shirt that shows off his muscles and a pair of grey sweatpants. I can tell by the bulge in his pants that he isn’t wearing any underwear and the sight instantly makes my mouth water. 

He finds my eyes across the room and at first he smirks at me, taking in my skimpy robe and the exposed skin on my thighs. He must see the apprehension in my eyes because he looks around the room and shakes his head. “Anyone who doesn’t absolutely need to be in here needs to get out.” 

Disapproving sighs are heard around the room, but they don’t hesitate to listen to him. Harry is known for being a sweet and caring guy but I’ve also heard that he isn’t afraid to put his foot down when he needs to. 

He waits until all unnecessary personnel exit the room, being left with the camera man and the sound lady. “Are you ready?” Harry kneels on the opposite side of the bed and puts his hands on his hips. 

“More than ready.” I pull the blanket back, ready to slip under the covers and Harry does the same. “Do you usually wear that to bed?” I say referring to his outfit. 

“I could ask you the same.” He grabs the sting that keeps my robe closed and tugs on it, not hard enough to open it, but just enough to pull me closer to him. 

“No. I usually sleep naked. Shouldn’t we make this as natural as possible?” I wink at him and pull his hands so the string gets loose. The silk moves against my skin as the front opens, but I only allow Harry to see me. 

His eyes drink me in, looking at every exposed piece of skin I have to offer. “Are you trying to be the director now? Trying to steal my job are you?” 

“Maybe.” I shrug. “I bet I could do a better job.” 

Harry reaches into my robe, pinches my hip and says, “Get that robe off and get under the covers.” The dimples that I’ve come to love poke out as I do as he says. 

Harry walks over to the two other people in the room and says something inaudible as I get myself comfortable. He must have told them to leave, because after they check the equipment they both turn around and leave. I’m used to people seeing me naked now and I’m not ashamed of having sex in front of people. In all actuality it turns me on knowing that people are watching me and my partner, but we are only focused on each other. 

“You didn’t have to kick them out. This isn’t my first rodeo.” I lay my head up against the headboard and watch as he starts to take his shirt off. No matter how many times I see his bare chest I still swoon every time. This is my first time seeing it in person and I can't wait to leave little love marks on him like he said I could earlier. 

“I know. I didn’t want them in here.” 

“Why?” 

“Just didn’t want them to be in here.” He bends down to take his sweats off, only leaving him in his underwear, before climbing into bed with me. 

“Won’t it be hard without them in here?” 

Harry turns towards me and leans on his elbow. “Those cameras over there are already filming and there are mics around the room to pick up your pretty noises that men are gonna drool over, so no, it won’t be.” He pulls the blanket down to expose my breasts. Leaning forward he takes my nipple in his mouth and lightly swirls his tongue around it. “Just lay down, act like you are asleep, and then wake your loving boyfriend up so he can fuck you senseless, okay?” 

“Whatever you say, director.” He chuckles at me and lays down. I press my naked body up against his half naked form and he groans. 

“Should have thought the whole naked thing through. I already need to be inside of you, so let’s hurry up.” I laugh into his chest and pretend like I’m peacefully sleeping on his chest for a while. 

Under the sheets, I discreetly sneak my hand from his tummy to the tops of his boxers. Being the professional he is, he doesn’t make any noise or give any indication that I’m close to touching him. 

I feel guilty because he got me worked up already and I haven't given him anything in return, so I pretend to wake up and lovingly look over at him. To portray the act of being his girlfriend, I caress his face, push back his hair, and take in the way he looks while he’s relaxing. 

I know he isn’t asleep, but he looks so cute and peaceful laying here like this with me. Throwing back the covers, I expose myself to the camera and run my hand along the top of his boxers. Harry stirs a little bit, trying to look like he’s waking up, but he keeps his eyes closed. 

“I’ve missed you, baby.” I whisper to him while dragging his underwear down his narrow hips. His cock is half hard, laying against his stomach. I take him into my hand, and his warm skin feels so nice against mine. I position myself between his legs while working my hand up and down his shaft. “Wake up, Harry. You’ve been gone for too long. I need you.” 

Once he’s fully hard, I put his tip in my mouth lightly sucking on it while my left hand reaches down to grab his balls and squeeze them. A little moan escapes him and he moves around more as he ‘wakes up.’ I take him further into my mouth, letting him tap the back of my throat before coming back up to lick at his tip. 

I hunch over him more, so I’m on my knees as I blow him. I continue to bob up and down, letting him stay in my throat for longer periods of time. His hands sneak into my hair and pushes it away from my face so he can watch me. “You just have to have my cock in your mouth first thing in the morning don’t ya, honey?” 

His dick pops out of my mouth and I replace it with my hand. I lay my head on his thigh, batting my eyelashes up at him while I jerk his dick in my hand. “I’ve just missed you, didn’t you miss me?” I pout my lip out at him slightly, playing into the needy and horny girlfriend role. Honestly, I don't have to even act that part. My pussy is a mess and I know the camera behind me is picking up on just how wet I am. 

“Of course I did.” He grabs the side of my head and hovers me over his wet dick. “Now, put my cock back in your mouth so I can show you just how much I missed you.” I don’t know why he asked me because he doesn’t wait for me to lower my mouth on him all the way before he’s thrusting into my mouth. 

Harry controls my head, fucking my throat while he lays under me. His moans are sinful, and make my cunt even more slick. I run my hands up and down his thigh, stopping over the tiger and scratching at it with my nails. “Fuck.” He moans at the pain and fucks my throat even harder. “Am I not fucking your mouth hard enough? Huh? You wanted me to go even harder?” 

I pinch his hip, telling him it’s okay to keep going and he does. Harry’s hips come off the bed while he pulls my head down over and over again. Tears leak from my eyes from the pressure, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Throughout all my sexual experiences I don’t think any man has even been this vocal in bed with me. His voice is rough and raspy and his moans are deep and sultry. Every word he says drips off his tongue like honey. 

Harry suddenly pulls out of my mouth and forces my head to look up at him. “Get up here now. Need this little pussy in my tongue now, before I fuck you.” 

The thought of his mouth on me makes me squirm and I move fast at his words. I crawl over his body,  touching his chest and arms on my way up. “Can I get a kiss first, please?” 

“Don’t have to ask me, baby.” Harry grabs the back of my head and pulls me down to his warm lips. Kissing him feels exactly how I pictured. He’s soft but rough, fast but takes his time, and in control while making me feel like I hold the power. His tongue works against mine and I find myself loving the way he tastes. 

I pull back from his lips, knowing if I don’t stop we’ll  just kiss the entire time. If this was just for us, I would kiss him until my lips bruise and all the air evaporates from my lungs, but this isn’t just for us. Grabbing his cheeks, I open his mouth wide. “Stick your tongue out for me, baby. I need to make sure you’ll be wet enough to fuck my pussy with your tongue.” 

“Don’t think I’ll need it with how wet you get, but I’ll never pass up the opportunity.” Harry winks at me as I spit into his mouth. My mouth is sloppy from the kiss we shared and the way he was relentless fucking up into my mouth causing a string of I admire how it looks sitting on his tongue, ready to be used. 

Harry grabs my ass and pulls me until I’m straddling his head. He yanks my hips down, forcing me to fully sit on his face. His moan is unmistakable as he tastes me for the first time and I simultaneously moan at the feeling of his tongue on my clit. 

Grabbing onto his hair for stability and also rocking my hips against his tongue I utter, “Fuck, Harry.” My clit is so sensitive from my orgasm and I know it wouldn’t take me much to finish again. His tongue licks from my entrance to my clit where he sucks it into his mouth and shakes his head to stimulate it further. I sound like I just ran a marathon with how heavy I’m breathing, but I can’t even find the time to be embarrassed about it. 

It comes to a surprise to me when I feel his hand smack my ass once on each cheek, making my skin sting. Harry pulls away from my pussy just for a moment, “Can you not take me sucking on your little clit, baby? Does it feel too good?” He doesn’t wait for a response, just dives back into my cunt and sucks my clit into his mouth once again. As he shakes his head back and forth, his stubble on his cheeks rubs against the inside of my thigh creating a nice achy burn that I will feel tomorrow morning. 

When he smacks my ass again, I cry out and lean my head against the headboard. “Keep doing that, Harry. You’re gonna make me cum.”

“You like me smacking your ass that much, honey?” I nod my head and whimper. He does it again and I nearly come just from that. “You’re such a dirty little thing.” 

After a few more licks at my clit, I come all over his face and start shaking above him. My legs feel like jello and I don’t even know how I’m going to move from the position. “I could make you come on my face like that all fucking day, such a great thing to wake up to.” Harry realizes my weak legs and he runs his calloused hands over my hips and down my thighs. “You still want me to fuck you? Show you how much I’ve missed being deep in your little cunt?”  

“Yes. Please, I need you inside me.” Harry reaches up and wraps his hand around my throat. Before I can even comprehend the fact that his long fingers, that I came around earlier, are around my neck he pushes me off his chest and down to the bed beside him. 

Instinctively, my legs part for him and he gladly slides between them. His dick slides between my slick lips, tip lightly touching my still aching clit. “I can’t wait til I slip right into you.” Harry presses a light kiss to my lips, trailing them over to my cheek, across my jawline, and down my neck. As he goes further down, sucking light bruises into the skin of my breasts, he pinches my chin and turns my head until I’m watching us in the mirror. “But you gotta keep your eyes on me.” 

“But-” 

He climbs up my body, and whispers in my ear, “Listen to me, Em. Be a good girl and listen to me, okay?” 

“O-okay.” My body shivers, hearing him call me my name during sex is everything I didn’t think I needed, but now it’s all I want. Harry trails my body in kisses again and this time I keep my eyes on him in the mirror. He buries his face into my cleavage, licking, kissing, and sucking my skin, leaving his mark behind. His large hands take in both of my breasts when he starts giving my stomach the same attention. 

“Are you dripping yet for me? Do you think I could slip right in?” 

“I don’t know. I guess you could always find out.” I tease. Harry turns his head and looks at me in the mirror. He takes in the smirk on my face and shakes his head while biting his lip. 

“I love that mouth of yours,” Fingertips trace the outline of my lips, taunting me, “but I think I can find a different use for it.” Now fully hovering me, he grabs my hips and wraps my legs around his waist. “I want to hear those pretty little noises you make.” Sitting up on his knees, Harry holds my hip with one hand while lining his cock up to my entrance. “You think you can do that for me? Can you tell me how good I’m fucking you?” 

“Yes, Harry. Just please, fuck-” Before I finish my sentence, Harry is already pushing into me, stretching my pussy out just for him. We both moan out at the feeling, and my nails dig into his abs. Red angry marks are left over the ink of his butterfly tattoo and I wish I had the time to admire the marks I made. 

“Yeah, that’s good.” Harry finally sinks into me all the way and both of his hands are now gripping my hips with a fierce strength. “Mark me like that, baby. Mark me however you want.” 

When my nails dig into his biceps he hisses and starts fucking into my relentlessly. Harry thursts into me while also using his grip on me to fuck my cunt onto his cock. The sound of our skin slapping against each other and the pleasure we are giving each other fills the room. 

I find myself thankful that he kicked everyone out. Usually in these situations I find myself faking the moans, the pleasure, on my face, and the way my body is moving, but with him everything is natural. 

I look at us in the mirror, with Harry now hovering over me and whimpering my name over and over again in my ear. His back muscles bulge and claim my attention as he fucks into me, deep and slow. His pelvis stimulates my clit every time he pushes deeper in me and I reluctantly take my eyes off him to throw my head back in pleasure. 

“Takin’ me so good, Em.” He captures my lips in a kiss and our tongues clash. “I’m gonna need you again, but next time I want you all to myself.” Harry picks up in pace and I can barely hear him over the sound of my own moans. “Just for us, no one else.” 

“I-I think I like the sound of that.” I clench down around his dick that’s soaked in my arousal and I feel the ache in my  stomach, begging me for a release. 

“But you like getting fucked in front of people, don’t you? You like getting fucked like the slut that you are?” He’s so close to my ear that no one will be able to hear his words in the video, but I can and it’s making me drip past him and onto the bed sheets. 

If I answer him I know it would be loud, so all I do is nod. Harry slips out of me and I whimper at the empty feeling. It doesn’t last too long though, because Harry flips me around till I’m laying on my stomach and quickly fills me up again. 

“I wish I could fuck you in every position, but you feel too good squeezing me.” The tip of his dick massages directly into my g-spot with every thrust he gives me and I bite the pillow to subside my screams. “Nuh uh,” Harry wraps my hair around his hand and tugs my face to the side so I’m looking at the mirror.  “Need to see the pretty face as you come.” 

The grip on my hair is released and placed back on my hips to angle them upwards. I slip my hand between my legs and rub lazy circles into my clit. The small stimulation pushes me over the edge, and by the way Harry’s face scrunches up and the deep moans escaping him I know my own orgasm caused his. 

Breathlessly he falls forwards; forehead resting against the space between my shoulder blades. We stay like that for a while, catching our breaths and taking in each other. Harry kisses the skin of my back repeatedly as I sink into the sheets with him still inside me. 

“Well, Em. I think we made a good video.” 

[justmystyles]

Series

Now You're In My Life

summary: a chance meeting at a diner turns your world upside-down and leads you on a whirlwind romance with one of the biggest pop stars in the world.

(More Than) One Shots

(One shots that got away from me, but aren't quite a series.)

Lost (2 Parts) Lose You to Love Me A run-in with your childhood sweetheart brings up old memories, and lingering feelings. Lost and Found You and Harry reconnected a month ago, and he insisted you come along for the final show. when your emotions start to get the better of you, you wonder if you and Harry could ever really just be friends.

End of the Road (2 Parts) Home Stretch As the tour comes to an end, the schedule starts to visibly take its toll on Harry, and you can't help but worry. Crossing the Finish Line It's the final show and Harry charms you into making good on a promise you made last time you were together.

Big Winners (3 Parts) Harry and Y/N have been friends for fifteen years, they finally work together on an album, and it leads them to a night that will change everything for them. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

One Shots

All I Ask*

You're finally starting to get over Harry, what happens when fate brings you back together?

Having Your Baby

You get some life changing news, and come up with the perfect way to tell your husband.

Wallflower

You're sitting alone at a wedding, can a handsome stranger help you come out of your shell?

Line of Fire

You and Harry have been keeping your relationship off the radar, but his concern for you overwhelms his need for privacy.

Coming Home To You*

Harry comes home early and catches you by surprise in the best way possible.

Scars

Can Harry be the comfort you need after falling back into old habits?

Ooh La La

After a revelation on movie night, you and Harry decide to reenact one of the scenes.

Love Don’t Cost A Thing

Harry loves to spoil you, but you're having a hard time adjusting to his lavish lifestyle.

The Battle in Barcelona

A crazy crowd at the airport comes between you and Harry.

Misplaced Emotion

As Harry prepares to jump back into the spotlight, he has a hard time re-adjusting to public life, and it manifests in the wrong way.

Good News All Around

You reach a big milestone in your life, but feel overshadowed when you call to tell Harry about it.

Perfect Harmony

You're in the final days of the tour, and Harry makes a suggestion that ends up changing everything.

Lights, Camera, Action

What was supposed to be just another job becomes the start of something new.

Business or Pleasure?

You return to Love on Tour after an extended break, but after your last interaction, you come back to an awkward situation with Harry.

Reigning it In

You're about to participate in your first horse show, but the nerves overwhelm you. Harry finds you just in time.

Family Portrait

Harry has a couple of heartfelt surprises for you while you're visiting him on tour.

All or Nothing*

You find a new way to tease Harry during a tour visit, which leads to a new way to drive him crazy.

With this Ring

Harry takes his commitment to you to a new level.

Veiled Insecurities

Harry has some insecurities about your relationship, but instead of talking to you about them, they end up coming out in the wrong way.

Heart Song

As a former member of the Love on Tour band, and current girlfriend of Harry, he asks you to reprise your spot for the final show.

Road to Recovery

After reading some negative comments about yourself, you nearly spiral back into old habits. you try to keep it from Harry, but he finds out and confronts you about it.

A Work of Art

After procrastinating for a few weeks, you finally make moves to finish your assignment, but run into an unexpected road block.

He's Not Me

You introduce Harry to the guy you're seeing, and you see a side of him you've never seen before and are shocked by his reasoning.

Sharing is Caring

You can't find your favorite handbag, Harry assures you he doesn't have it, but you see some photos tell a different story

Cantaloupe

In this one shot/flash forward from the Now You're In My Life storyline, you and Harry recap the big news from your family's Thanksgiving dinner.

Like Riding a Bike

Despite being on break, Harry manages to find his way back onstage.

Fa La La La Freakout

You will be meeting Harry's family for the first time over the holidays, and you are desperate for them to like you.

The Morning After

The morning after Harry's 30th birthday, you're hungover and Harry reminds you of your drunken actions from the night before, leading to a conversation you never expected.

Baby-Baby-Baby

Harry meets his niece for the first time, the joy and excitement are quickly replaced with a whole new set of feelings when his best friend, Y/N joins him at the hospital.

Smoke & Mirrors

Harry asks you to move to London with him, but a new opportunity for him makes things a little more complicated than you'd both expect.

(*) - NSFW

[sytules]

Late Night Talking on film.

[iamjustaholeforyousir]

You Don't Have To Go Home

part 6 of Look What We Became

summary: secrets get exposed, feeling are complicated, new relationships are explored.

warning: angst, violence, domestic violence, parental abuse, mention of blood, mention of bruises, kissing, mention of cheating.

word count: 3,658

minors DNI

part1 part2 part3 part4 part5 part6 part7 part8 part9

“Those whom God has joined together, let no man put asunder. In so much as Harry Edward Styes and Y/n M/n L/n have consented together in holy wedlock, and have witnessed the same before God and this company, having given and pledged their faith, each to the other, and having declared same by the giving and receiving of rings, I pronounce that you are husband and wife. I ask you now to seal the promises you have made with each other this day with a kiss.”

Harry saw you hesitating, now was not the time to have second thoughts about this. He could feel his father’s eyes on him, he could see people staring at them waiting for something to happen. And then he saw her, looking at you, with so much hate. And finally he looked at you, so timid, and shy, when he thought you were about to fall down in the aisle he almost ran for you, he had seen those cuts on your hand,  you acted all shy and calm but he had a feeling you were far from it. If he had waited even a second longer, people would start talking, and Harry didn't want that. 

Seeing as you were in some kind of transe and were showing no signs of moving, he quickly pulled you closer, that seemed to wake you up, he placed his other hand on your jaw, 1: to put your head in place and 2: to show the audience his love for you. 

He had not planned to be this rough but you seemed so rigid, he pulled you in tighter, as he continued to kiss you, which seemed to calm you down. 

Now Harry could finally focus on what was happening. Your lips were soft against his, and as much as he hated to admit, you tasted like something he had never tried before, so sweet, as if honey was dripping on his face, he felt your gloved hand on his face, it was delicate, the material was soft, and if you hadn't broken the kiss harry was sure he would have melted and fallen to the ground. 

When you pulled away, Harry felt disappointed for a second, opening his eyes to see your face. That's when he noticed you were breathless, your eyes were still closed, which for some reason brought him to reality. 

If Harry didn't know better he would think you are a witch. A sorceress who had put a spell on him of sorts. Laced your lips with love potion, or maybe covered him with some sort of pollen,  but Harry did know better than that. 

What he didn't know was the reason for his feelings, and when you opened your eyes, the reality started fading again. You doe eyes, staring into his, your chest heaving a bit. He was saved by the cheers, he looked around and his eyes met hers, she was not cheering, she was not crying, she had the most hateful look on her face, as she left. He wanted to run after her, but instead he took your hand, and walked down to meet everyone. 

Harry was nervous, and unintentionally was squeezing your hand, as you both went around, meeting people who had big smiles on their faces, saying congratulations. 

Harry was faking smiles left right and center. People were complimenting his look, and how beautiful his bride was, women were coming up to you asking you where you got this gorgeous dress from. 

It was a gorgeous dress, it made you look so soft. 

Yeah. harry needed to stop thinking about you.

You on the other hand were in utter pain, your husband was holding your hand so tight that you were sure the cuts on your hand had started to bleed again, but you didn't say a word. 

Your dress was getting a lot of attention, and god bless Martha, that woman had brought your dream to life. 

When your sisters came forward to congratulate you, Victoria looked down at your joined hands and looked up at you with worry.  Your eyes flick to your head and you can see the red seep through your gloves. You were scared. Because you knew if he squeezed your hand some more your whole glove would turn red and Harry would feel the wetness. 

“Prince harry, you just signed your life to utter pain, this one is trouble.'' Betty says, jokingly, Victoria elbows her in the ribs, and Harry chuckles. It was the first time you had heard him laugh. For the first time since holding your hand, he looks at you, and he gets a glimpse of your pained expression just before you change it to that of a shy one. He looks down to see your joined hands. 

“Could you excuse us for a minute please, I promise I'll come back to learn more about her.” he says. 

You looked at Victoria, frightened, she mirrored your expression. What are you going to tell him? 

Harry drags you inside the castle, carefully, not to hurt you further.  Once finds an isolated corner, he stops and looks at you, his eyes looking angry, but his actions were soft.  He slowly took the glove off your hand, you winced at the pain, once your hand was bare, he examined it, looking at the big cut going from your ring finger to the base of your thumb that was now bleeding. He rolled the sleeve of your dress up to see multiple gashes.

“Princess, I won't ask again if you don't tell me this time, but as your husband, it is my duty to protect you now, so tell me what happened?”  Harry asked, he didn't understand where this protectiveness had come from but it had, and he wanted to know how you had gotten hurt so severely. 

You avert your eyes, what were you to say? That your father had smashed a glass on your hand because you had slept, since you couldn't sleep at night because of what he had said to her the day before? You don't think so. 

“Princess Y/n?” 

“Why do you care?” you say, so softly that despite him being so close he had to guess what you were saying.  Why does he care? He doest know why he does.  

“Prince Harry,” both of your heads snap, as you see your father standing there, Harry rolls your sleeve down and takes a step back. 

“Could I speak to my daughter before I give her away to you?” he says.

You look at Harry, silently begging him to not let her go, but he doesn't seem to understand. “Of course.” he says softly, your father nods at you and you follow behind him. 

Not knowing what to do, Harry decides to go out to the garden, stopped in his tracks by your fathers voice coming from your room. 

“YOU THINK YOU CAN COMPLAIN TO YOUR HUSBAND ABOUT ME!?”

“I didn't tell him anything father-” 

“OH STOP YOUR LYING, YOU EMBARRASSED ME BEFORE AND NOW YOU ARE GOING AROUND TELLING PEOPLE I HIT YOU.” 

“Father, believe me I didn't tell him anything, I swear!” your voice was begging.

“I DON'T KNOW WHERE I WENT WRONG WITH YOU?  YOU DEMON CHILD, TRYING TO PUT DIRT ON MY NAME! YOU LUMBERING, UNGRATEFUL GIRL, IF IT WEREN'T FOR ME, YOU WOULDN'T EVEN GOTTEN A SUITOR!” 

Harry then heard a sharp slap. 

He hit you. 

“Listen to me you wagtail, i will break a thousand glasses on you to make you come to your senses. If I have to break every bone in your body. Don't you dare go around telling people that your father is an abuser, you church bell!” 

Harry then heard you weep.

“I a sorry father, i didn't tell hi-”

“Stop lying to Y/n, and stop your crying, before i actually give a reason to cry.” 

“Please believe me i-”

Another sharp slap. And another and another and another.

Harry was frozen in place, he couldn't move his body.  He went into a total flashback. 

How you had entered the room the first time he saw you, scared to look at your father, how you had begged him to let her accept his proposal, how when his father had welcomed you, you were so happy. How while walking down the aisle you had looked at your father with pure terror when you tripped. How you refused to tell him what happened because it was your own father. 

He had called you a selfish woman, but now he felt like a self centered jerk. He was so busy thinking about himself, that he had failed to notice what was going on. If anyone would have seen him right now, it would look as if he had seen a ghost.  He ran out, trying to find his mother or sister or even his father. He was so scared of the man that was in the room with his wife, he needed to tell someone who could do something. 

“GEMMA! GEMMA!!” he called for his sister, as he saw her smiling and talking to one of your sisters, 

She turned to face him, and her smile disappeared. 

“Harry!? What happened? Where is Y/n?”  she asked.

Harry looks at the other woman, sarah or betty, he didn't remember, he couldn't form words.

“I-” 

“Harry, are you okay?” the other girl asked, Harry shook his head, and took his sister’s hand and took her away. 

“Harry, that was so rude, what has gotten into you?” Gemma says, but as she looks at Harry's face, her expression changes from disappointment to concern.

Harry was breathless, he looked at white as a sheet. 

“Harry? Harry what happened? Harry, you are scaring me! say something!?” 

Harry started crying, the guilt mixed with terror was getting to him. He was such a knob to you, 

He was so busy blaming you for everything wrong in his life that he failed to notice what was wrong in yours. 

Calming down a bit, he told Gemma everything.  Gemma knew Harry's feelings towards you, how he blamed you, how he didn't want you. And listening to what Harry was telling her, she only felt more sympathy for you, she was of course terrified and in a way relieved that you were now married to her brother. 

Yes she knew Harry could be an absolute pain in the arse, but he was a good man from the inside, and she knew that harry would do his best to keep you comfortable and safe, even if he doesn't love you. 

“Harry, have you told mother?” Gemma asked, he only shook his head, he just couldn't speak anymore. Afterall he was also just a kid. 

“I think we should get out of here as soon as possible.” 

As Betty saw Gemma and Harry go away, she knew something was wrong. She rushed to your room only to find you on the floor weeping, your hair was a mess and your hand was bleeding. She gasped as she saw your state. 

“He did not.” is all she said, you only nodded, you were furious yet helpless. 

“What for this time Y/n” she asked

“He believes that I told Prince Harry that he smashed a glass on my hand.” 

“I am calling mother. You can't possibly go to your new family like this, what is wrong with him?” 

“What can she even do Betty? Hm? She hasn't done anything in 29 years! WHAT WILL SHE DO NOW!?”  you screamed. You were frustrated because you couldn't move, your hand was hurting really bad and you probably had to leave in a few minutes. 

“Fix me first, i need to leave in some time, don't go.” you say, calming down a bit. 

Betty rushes to you, helping you sit on your chair, she takes your veil off, and makes your hair. You thanked the stars that the blood had not gotten on your dress. While she made your hair, you took out the bandage from your dresser drawer, fixing your hand. 

You quickly wiped your tears and mended your do-over,  in a matter of 10 minutes you were looking exactly like you were while walking down the aisle. 

You try to stand up, but you fail. 

“I can't stand betty.” you look at her, scared

“What do you mean you can stand?” she asked,

“I am unable to stand, it hurts a lot.” 

“What hurts Y/n/n?” 

“The bruise, it's hurting, I can't stand properly let alone walk! How am I supposed to get to the carriage!?”

you were both panicking. 

“I'll carry her.” you both turned around to see your husband standing at your door, he looked like he had been crying, his eyes were watery and his nose was red. 

“If you had just told me Princess Y/n, I could have helped in some way.” he said, you just looked away, not wanting to see his face. 

“Who told you?” you asked

“I heard it myself.” 

“And now you feel guilty and sad?” you asked, and he just looked down betty took that as sign to leave you two alone.  “I don't want your pity, I want your love, that is why I didn't tell you.”

“I could have helped you! If you had just mentioned it, I could have done something to help you!”

“You couldn't have-” 

“I could have at least tried! Or I could have done things differently!”

“If I had told you, would you have loved me!?” 

There was silence in the room. 

“I am in love with someone else, i wouldn't have loved you, but I wouldn't have hated you either. I wouldn't have come that day to tell you those things. I wouldn't have done every horrible thing I have done to you!” he says “But I wouldn't have loved you, and i still don't love you.”

“Then what are you doing here? Why did you come now?”

“To get you out of this hell.”

He walks towards you, and you slide a fresh pair of gloves on, he bends forward and puts his hand on your back, as the other one goes under your legs and he picks you up, you hook your hands around his neck, your faces close and you stare into each other’s eyes. 

No words were spoken. You both had talked a lot in the time you both were out in the garden. 

Everybody was once again cheering and laughing, passing comments on the couple so in love. 

Oh what fools they were. What fools.

You slept throughout the carriage ride, you were so tired and the day had been rough, for the both of you.  When you reached your new home, it was about 10:30 at night. Everybody was tired beyond words. You, Harry, queen Anne, the king and all the servants that had gone with them to prepare for the wedding. Everybody was tired. 

It was a given that you and Harry would be sharing a room, you were his wife after all. 

“I know you are tired dear, but we must assign you your women's bedchamber.” you nod as queen anne spoke. You were able to stand now, but walking was still difficult. 

You turned to see 5 women standing in a line.

The first one looked as old as you, she had slightly red cheeks and was not making eye contact. “Your first woman of the bedchamber would be Deborah,” said the queen, as she looked at the girl standing in front of her, there was something in her eyes as she looked at the girl that you couldn't place your finger on. But you let it slide nonetheless. 

“ Next is Rebacca,” you shifted your gaze to the slightly older woman, she was about the same age as sarah, she was smiling at you, and you smiled back and nodded. 

“This Abigail,” she was much older, she looked kinder, reminded you of Martha in a way, you continued smiling. 

“Then we have Alexandra and Casandra.” they were definitely twins, though they didn't look alike, you could tell they were. 

“It is a pleasure to meet all of you.” you say, in a sweet voice. 

“The pleasure is ours, your highness.” said abigail. 

“I think we should retire for the night, mother, we are all tired.” said harry. 

You turn around to face him and his mother nods, 

“Of course, dear, Harry will take you to the room.” 

You don't move till everybody has gone. 

Harry once again comes closer to you and picks you up, this time with a start, and you both almost topple over, which causes you to let out a yelp. 

Harry starts to laugh at this.

“It's not funny, Prince harry!” you try not to laugh as you pretend to be upset, but he doest stop, as he walks to his chambers. You hit him playfully on the chest, which only causes him to laugh harder. 

It was safe to say he didn't utterly despise you now, or was it? 

He looked beautiful and your heart fluttered. So peaceful and so calm, you wanted to kiss him, but decided against it, you were just on friendly terms, he wasn't in love with you. 

He had offered you his bed so you could be comfortable throughout the night. While he took the big sofa in his room, and you don't know if that was the cause, but the pain in your shin had reduced tremendously. 

You had gotten up early and had gotten ready, once you entered your room again, you saw your husband still asleep. 

He looked beautiful and your heart fluttered. So peaceful and so calm, you wanted to kiss him, but decided against it, you were just on friendly terms, he wasn't in love with you. 

You busy yourself by exploring the castle. 

The garden was bigger than what you had back home, and the flowers were gorgeous. 

The halls had beautiful decorations, which your father despised, he would never let you decorate your room, he would call them a waste of space. 

The castle had so many rooms, the library was huge, and the throne room was marvelous.

As you made your way to the ballroom, you could hear voices from inside.

“You picked her up and took her to your room!” a female voice said

“She was hurt!” that was definitely harry’s voice

“What a great excuse! First you marry her and kiss her then you take her to your room to consummate your marriage, and now you are too scared to tell me! You love her don't you?” said the girl

“She has just gone through a lot, i don't love her, i love you!”

“Prove it then. Touch me, kiss me, show me you love me.” she said

“You know i-”

That is when you open the door, and find Harry and her.

Deborah. Your first woman of the bedchamber. She had both her hands on his face as if ready to kiss him. They both turned around to look at you. 

“Y/n” Harry says, but you run away, it hurt you to see him with another woman. You had assumed it to be a princess, but it was your chambermaid! You would have to see her everyday, she lived here! They could be with each other any time! 

You could hear Harry's footsteps behind you but you didn't stop. 

Unfortunately for you, your injury had made you slower, and harry caught up to you in no time

“Princess listen to me-” he said, while grabbing onto your wrist.

“It's okay Prince harry, what you do with the women you love is none of my-”

“Would you ever let me finish what I have to say, woman?” he says, and you immediately close your mouth. 

“Princess what you saw inside…its…its not what it looks like.” “You don't need to explain.”

“I do.”

“No. You don't. I won't be coming in the way of things any longer. If you want to touch her, kiss her, it's not my concern and you-”

“Even if I want to, princess, I won't.” he says “we,” he pointed to you then to himself “we are married. And even if it wast my choice, I do respect the institution of marriage. I will not commit lechery.” 

You didn't speak, he sighs and starts again “i love her, yes, and we will be seeing each other a lot, but i will not do anything with her anymore. I will just have to love her from afar.” 

“I would like it if she weren't my chambermaid.”

“Princess i can't-”

“I like you, prince harry, and though we have not known each other for long, i like you a lot, her being my chambermaid is only a reminder that i will never have you to just myself, i will have to share you with her for life. And i know i will fall in love with you eventually, and when i do, “ you choked a bit “i would not want her to be there to remind me.”

“You are suggesting I get rid of her?” he asks, offended, you again don't say anything and he scoffs

“I love her, princess, my day starts with her name on my lips, the sun doesn't shine when i don't see her. But I don't expect you to understand that.” and turns around to leave, “I know.” you say, and he turns around giving you a confused look, “i have never had someone love me so much, and i appreciate you respecting our marriage, when you could so easily do whatever it is you want with her. So thank you. I am not telling you to get rid of her, I just don't want her to be of any service to me.”

You sat wiping your tears and leaving Harry alone with his thoughts.

How could someone not fall in love with you, he didn't understand. And what he also didn't understand was why he thought this in the first place.

A/N: please take care of yourselves. also i wanted betty's personality to be like aimy, from little women. and deborah is like abigail from the crucible. and please contact hotlines if you are facing any sort of violence, and like i said before my messages are always open for you to talk to me if you feel like it. i understand what it feels like to go through abusive relationships, be it a friend, partner or parent.

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Dad!Harry and Painted Nails

Harry had ditched the nail polish a few years before children were in the picture. He got sick of it chipping and sitting in the chair with nothing to do as he waited. It had been a big deal at first. Everyone was suddenly confused as to why he had stopped, but there wasn’t much to it. He just didn’t wear it anymore. That was until Lucy had gotten into a photo album and saw many pictures of dad with the nails of her dreams. 

Sometimes they were pink, sometimes blue, and even a few times there were smiley faces to accent.  As she flipped the pages that was all she looked for. She only looked at the faces in the photos enough to identify Harry and then follow to where his hands were. After several pages of plain nails, she made her way to her room, leaving the photo album right in front of the bookcase that she found it on.

There was a play set of nail polish in her room. It was poor quality and safe for children. You kept the real kind away since she was prone to experiment. You’d barely gotten her to stop drawing on the walls.

Last she saw Harry, he was in the kitchen and sitting at the breakfast table. Naturally, that’s where she headed.

“Dad!” She called as she came into the kitchen, spotting him. “Just the person I was looking for.”

Harry laughed, she had picked up on that a few days ago when he said it to a friend who was visiting. “What’s in your hands?”

Lucy looked down at her hands, two small bottles in each. There were a few more in the pockets of her jeans. 

“Nail polish.” She shrugged, placing them on the table and sitting down next to him. 

“Oh, do you want me to do it instead of momma?” He asked, pushing his laptop to the side. Kids always came first.

“No, daddy! Don’t be silly. I’m painting yours.” She said. “Saw the pictures.”

“You did?” Harry raised an eyebrow. “I guess we can try it. Let me get a paper towel.”

Harry got up from the table and grabbed the roll of paper towels so the table could be left clear. By the time he had laid it out, Lucy settled on two colors. Yellow and orange. 

“Those colors? I don’t get to pick?” He asked, sitting back down next to her. 

“You can if you want.” She shrugged, looking over at the others.

He decided against it, allowing her to decide on her own. As she painted his nails she tried her very best, sometimes using two hands to hold the brush still. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she sat with her feet underneath her, allowing her an overview. Just as one hand was finished, you came into the room.

“Baby, what are you doing?” You asked, making them both look over. The ‘baby’ name was one that was thrown around for everyone. Jack, you, Harry, the dog, and Lucy.

“Painting nails, momma.” Lucy said while she grabbed the orange bottle. “Making daddy pretty.”

Harry gave you a smile as you laughed in amusement. You joined them at the table, sitting on the other side. For being six, Lucy wasn’t all that bad. You were sure you’d see Harry with worse manicures. 

“You’re doing amazing.” You complimented, watching as she removed any excess polish off the brush before she brought it out of the bottle. “It’s beautiful, Lucy.”

Just a few minutes after, Harry was lightly fanning his hands, just as his daughter instructed. Lucy even cleaned the mess up herself. You were always surprised by how independent kids were when they could do what they wanted within measure. 

“You think they are done?” Harry asked which made Lucy come over and look. 

“Hmm.” She said and softly grabbed his hand. You weren’t sure what she was looking for, but it was cute. “I think so. Momma, will you take a picture?”

Lucy held her hands out, making sure you saw her lavender nails. 

“Of course.”

Thanks to Lucy, there was a second era of painted nails for Harry. This quickly became a routine.

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Reminder

Hi! Hope you’re all well. :) It’s in the middle of the night and I have just reread my one shot Party Monster . It got me inspired to write this little story which I hope you will like. It isn’t a part2 but a small story about the same characters. x 

Warnings: Not smut but definitely hinting on it more than once.

Listen to the song ‘Reminder’ by The Weeknd whilst reading this. x

With Harry’s arms wrapped around my waist in a tight hold, the skin of his warm and bare chest pressed to my back and his soft lips nipping and biting the skin at the back of my neck, I felt happy. Every inch of my body was tingling form our earlier activities and my head felt like it was dizzy still. I nestled my face further into the pillow supporting my neck and sighed when I relaxed further into my boyfriend’s body. A hum into my ear had the toes of my feet curl and I whimpered when his teeth grazed the base of my neck, very much aware that he would leave a visible trace on me.

“Harry.”

“Hm?” 

I whined and tried to move, discovering that with his vice of a hold that was impossible. 

“Want to turn over,” I complained, sounding like a child, “Want to see you.” 

“But I like you like this,” Harry replied while his feet rubbed against my calfs and he moved to press himself even more against me, “You’re surprisingly comfy.”

His warm breath fanned over my bare back as he spoke, his body lowering further down until his mouth was pressed against and kissing the bottom of my spine, making me giggle and whine in his arms. His loving kisses tickled my sensitive body, bringing it back to reality after what he’d just finished doing with me. The covers around us exposed our bodies the further he moved down and I hurried to cross my arms and cover my chest. Cold air hit our skin, earning a growl from Harry in discomfort. I tried to wiggle around once more but his hands pressed flat to my stomach and stilled me, allowing him to proceed with kissing my naked skin.  I loved him. I loved him so much it made me half crazy. With his lips on my skin and his lean body practically wrapped around me I couldn’t find anything to complain about.

“Surprisingly?” I asked, feigning to be offended by his words though of course he could read right through me.

Harry chuckled and I shrieked when he bit my hip. “Well, not that surprisingly I guess. Your body is perfect. ”

Blushing I shook my head and hoped my heart would stop its wild jumps in my chest.

“So cuddly,” Harry continued to compliment before raising up long enough for him to turn me flat on my back, body laying sprawled out beneath his as he hovered over me. “My cute girl. So pretty, too. And warm.” 

His nose nudged my cheek as he groaned and I breathed in shakily, fingers fisting the back of his neck. The skin of my stomach shuddered when his chest grazed it as he allowed himself to lay down, keeping most of his weight off me and only burdening me with enough to let me know that he was here, with me, which was just what I needed after tonight. My eyes searched to lock with his and suddenly my throat felt very dry. The sparkling green orbs changed and Harry frowned when he observed the change in my expression.

“Baby,” he breathed, lips ghosting over my own, “what’s the matter?”

“Are Jamie and Kim going to split up?”

Jamie and Kim were two of Harry’s acquaintances, people he liked to spend time with but did not consider his friends, especially since he knew that I didn’t like either of them at all. Jamie was a funny guy, however one drink too much and he could get quite handsy. He never touched me inappropriately, Harry would have murdered him had he tried, but he liked to wrap his arm around people or rest his hand on the shoulder of the person he was slurring his stories to and that I could not stand. And Kim... well, she wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed and that could be exhausting after some time.

Harry sighed at my question and let his head fall to rest on my shoulder. His fingers lazily drew patterns over the skin right under my breast and I was reminded of how incredibly comfortable I felt with him. There was nothing awkward about being naked with Harry and that made my heart burst with happiness. 

“Why are you asking me that?” he looked at me with confusion written all over his face.

I shrugged and gently scratched the back of his neck to soothe him. Perhaps mentioning another guy’s name whilst laying in Harry’s bed wasn’t the best idea. “He cheated on her. In front of all of us... I mean she must be-”

Devastated. But Kim’s heart wasn’t soft enough to get sad. I lowered my gaze to Harry’s chest, only looking at him again when his lips kissed my temple.

I sighed. “Surely she must be furious.”

“Very. Slapped him left and right according to Nick’s texts,” Harry shook his head and pulled me closer into him, “M’glad we left before all the drama started.”

Tonight Harry and I had gone to a club Jamie always liked to talk about, which was surprisingly fun. Harry normally never took me with him when he went out, always insisting that he rather not see me surrounded by drunken and overly confident males, but tonight we had decided to celebrate. So I’d gone out with Harry always hovering around right beside me, one of his hands touching my body at all times to keep me close and looked after. No one even dared to as much as look at me the wrong way, not with the tall man kissing and holding onto my body as if we were tied together by an invisible bond. It had been fun. He sure knew how to dance and it’d been thrilling to make out like teenagers in the middle of a dance floor, not caring at all about the people watching us with envious eyes. The fun had come to a quick end when Jamie decided to cheat on his girlfriend Kim by kissing a girl and letting her grope him as if they weren’t in public. Any other girl, me included, would have broken down in tears and been upset upon witnessing such thing, but Kim... oh no. She was ruthless when angry and so Harry had pulled me away and he’d hurried to get me home before we’d be pulled into the mess that was sure to follow Jamie’s actions.

Harry frowned upon inspecting my breast from up close, “I don’t remember leaving a hickey here.”

His finger pressed to the red skin of my left breast and I tensed, shifting and winding in his embrace.

“That hurts,” I whined, “it’s sensitive.”

Instantly his hand fell away and instead his lips pressed a soft kiss to the skin. “M’sorry, baby.”

His nose nudged and rubbed against the mark. “Looks good on you though.”

“You’re changing the subject.”

My arms wrapped around his neck and Harry intertwined our legs once more. “Why you want to talk about people’s relationship you don’t even like is beyond me. There are at least two things I would much rather talk about.” 

I batted the hand travelling to my right breast away. “Because I want to hear your opinion.”

“Kim’s a pain,” he said lightly, “Can’t stand her and m’not surprised that Jamie’s got fed up with their relationship.”

“Let me sit up.” 

My voice was tense and this time when I moved Harry loosened his hold and allowed me to escape his embrace. Again I crossed my arms over my breasts to shield them from his view and though Harry was confused by my sudden change in behaviour he didn’t hesitate to pick the shirt he’d worn that day up from the bottom of the bed and hand it to me. Wordlessly I slipped it on, moved away from the middle of the bed and sat by its edge. 

“What did I say?” his voice asked from behind me, “S’wrong now? You don’t like her either, Y/N.” 

“No, but saying that she’s a bitch and deserves to be cheated on isn’t the greatest thing to hear from one’s boyfriend, okay? You’re basically defending what Jamie did.” 

“Hey now.” Harry sat up and I almost pulled away when his hand pressed flat against my back, “Don’t put words into my mouth.” 

“I’m not,” I insisted, saddened by his rough words against a woman who’d just been humiliated, “You said that, Harry.”

Harry sighed and I heard the covers ruffle when he crawled over to where I was sitting. His chest pressed to my back and when his arms wrapped around my body there was nothing in me that wanted to fight him off. I whimpered when his lips pressed to the sensitive skin of my neck and just like always I was at his mercy the moment he started to kiss me there. The feeling of Harry pulling me onto his body and back into bed left my legs as weak as jelly, especially when he went to lay back down with me right on top of him. 

I whined. “Harry, don’t, please. I’m mad at you and rather not be in bed with you right now.”

“I don’t think that what he did is okay,” Harry spoke into my ear, not loosening his hold for once, “M’not defending him cheating on her.”

“Let go.”

“Stop it, Y/N, you aren’t angry with me. You’re worried. And I don’t have a clue why so please just tell me what your pretty head is burdening you with so we can go to sleep.”

Harry was right, of course and I was glad he held me to him, but there was no way of telling him what was going on without making him angry.

“What’s the matter?” 

“I think Jamie is the asshole. Not Kim.”

“Both of them are,” Harry agreed into my neck, “S’hard to like her company and he... is an impossible guy. Wouldn’t want to date either of them, that’s for sure. Which is why I got myself a very lovely girlfriend of my own and now why do we have to talk about this when I would so much rather have you sleep happily by my side?”

A deep sigh fell from my mouth and I could feel Harry relax under me when my hands intertwined with his, giving him a clear sign that I was no longer mad at him.

“Do you think cheating is okay?” 

He groaned. “No, Y/N, I don’t.” 

“Stop acting as if I’m annoying you by questioning what you just said. You’re the one who’s first reaction to Jamie cheating on Kim is telling me that she’s awful anyway.”

My body was pushed off his chest and this time when my eyes found Harry’s I saw no confusion in his gaze. Instead both of his palms settled on my hips and my cheek was kissed by his mouth noisily. 

“Y/N, my love,” Harry spoke, voice sweet and gentle. One of his hands caressed my cheek and when I closed my eyes I could feel the familiarity of his lips ghosting over my closed lids, “I would never cheat on you.”

The promise was made without any kind of hesitation in his tone, like he hadn’t even for a moment considered to say anything else. 

“I never needed anyone the way I do you and by this point I can’t even as much as think about being with another girl.”

“But-”

“No,” Harry shook his head. His hand grasped by chin to hold my head in place and when he kissed me I couldn’t do anything but let him distract me from my worries long enough to make any doubt go away. It didn’t take long. The pressure of his mouth was just the reassurance I needed, his familiar hands caressing my face, hair and neck and the groan falling from his throat when my own fingers fisted his hair and scratched his back let me know that just like I couldn’t want anyone else, Harry didn’t want anyone but me either.  When he granted my aching lips a break I found myself smiling and breathing him in.

“Would you forgive me if I cheated on you?” 

Harry’s question came out neutral and with eyes full of love I didn’t feel the dread of worry I’d felt only a moment ago.

“No,” I murmured truthfully, “I wouldn’t.” 

His hand found mine and he raised it to his lips. “Good. It’s never going to become a situation where you have to make such a choice, that I promise you. But I am glad you know that no man should ever do to you what Jamie did to Kim.”

I leaned in and kissed his jaw. “I love you Harry.” 

Harry chuckled and I cried out when his teeth bit my ear right after he whispered how beautiful I looked to him in this moment. I pressed my open palms against his chest, caressing his soft skin and making him disconnect his teeth from my ear with a low growl. Leaning in I nudged my nose with his jaw, pressed a kiss to his chin and embraced his neck tightly. He held me close enough for me to feel his heartbeat under his skin and with his leg intertwined with mine I was unable to escape, not that I could have ever wanted to anyway.

“I love you a lot, Y/N.”

The way he spoke the words made them sound like a promise and I was calmer than ever before. Harry was good to me, looked after me and with him I was safe. Never before had I felt this good in my life. 

“You really wouldn’t ever let me down, would you?” 

He shook his head and I kissed him, giving him all the promises there were to make. 

I hope you like this! I have an idea and I hope you will be as excited about this as I am: One of my current fav artists is The Weeknd and I would really like to write several one shots that are related to each other by being inspired by his songs. Much like this one as well as ‘Party Monster’ they wouldn’t be about the things he’s singing about, but influenced by the mood he sets with his melodies.

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Perfect Harmony

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pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: a couple of curse words, but other than that, it's tame.

summary: you're in the final days of the tour, and Harry makes a suggestion that ends up changing everything.

a/n: i did see that! he's really going out with a bang, isn't he? i hope you like what i did with your ask! 🖤

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You were putting the finishing touches on your makeup, when there was a knock on your dressing room door. You called for them to enter, keeping your eyes on the mirror in front of you. You see Harry come into view behind you, and your gaze locks on him in the reflection.

“Don’t worry, you look stunning.” He assured you. You chuckled, running a brush over your cheeks to try to hide the blush that grew from the compliment. 

You thought he was just being kind, but you had no idea how deeply he really meant those words. Ever since he found your performances on YouTube, he had been completely captivated. He immediately got in touch with his team and did everything he could to get you onboard as his opening act. 

When you met face to face, the feelings only intensified for him. He was immediately smitten. He didn’t make a move, however, technically he was your boss and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. He decided it would be best to just be your friend, and you became close very quickly. You spent your days off exploring the cities you were visiting, you would hang out backstage singing and laughing, you had even written a couple of songs together. 

But the tour was coming to an end, and you would be going your separate ways. Harry was dreading the last show for a lot of reasons. Having to say goodbye to you was just about at the top of that list. 

“So listen,” he continued. “I had an idea I wanted to run by you.” 

You put the makeup brush down and turned to face him. “Whatcha thinking?” 

He took a deep breath, he was undeniably confident about this decision when he thought of it an hour ago, but now that he was standing in front of you pitching it, the doubts were starting to take over. “Well, I mean we only have two shows left,” he gave you a sad smile, which you returned. “And I want to get as much stage time as possible, and give the fans something special to remember me by. So I was thinking that maybe I could join you onstage during your set, maybe debut one of the songs we’ve written together?”

“Debut?” You question, you thought those songs were just the two of you having fun, you never expected them to see the light of day. “I didn’t know you were planning on releasing them.” 

“Oh,” he was a little surprised by your reaction. “I mean, I haven’t actually planned to, but they’re really good Y/N, the world should hear them.” 

You consider his words, it would be fun to share the stage with him. His fans had been so welcoming and accepting, you had even noticed some people starting to sing along to your songs. “Yeah, okay. That would actually be really fun.” 

He responds with that wide, dimpled grin that makes your heart flutter, but you quickly suppress those feelings. You’re Harry’s buddy, he doesn’t see you that way. He never would. 

You spend a few minutes deciding on a song, and once you’re in agreement he runs you out to the stage for a quick rehearsal before the fans start flooding in. Once you’re finished with that, you say your goodbyes and go to your respective dressing rooms to get ready for the show. 

You feel as though you're performing the best set of your career, you can’t tell if it’s the fans or the anticipation of sharing the stage with Harry. Maybe both. You’ve grown a lot as a performer, but also as a person. You’d always loved singing, but the live performance piece always gave you a sense of dread and anxiety. You were never particularly comfortable in your skin, so the idea of standing up in front of all those people, bearing your soul was pretty terrifying. But Harry and his fans had made you feel so welcomed, comfortable, and loved that you got to a place where you couldn’t wait to hit the stage. 

“Alright, I’ve got one more song for you guys tonight!” You announce into the microphone. “It’s a new song, I’ve never performed it before, so I hope you like it.” You pull away from the microphone, as if the song’s about to begin, but before the music can kick in, you hold up a finger to the crowd and step back up to the microphone. “Actually, I’m going to need some help with this one, so I”m going to have the co-writer come out and help me. Ladies and gentlemen, Harry Styles!” 

The arena erupts into cheers and screams as Harry makes his way onstage with his guitar, smiling and waving to the crowd. He steps up to you, leaning down to kiss you on the cheek before whispering in your ear. “Let’s do this.” A chill runs up your spine at the feeling of his breath against your skin. 

You shake it off and step up to the microphone as Harry strums the opening notes. You open your mouth and the notes fly out of you with ease. The song is going even better than it had in rehearsals, you and Harry’s voices complimenting each other perfectly. There were tens of thousands of people in front of you, but it felt like you and Harry were the only two people on earth. There was a sparkle in Harry’s eyes when he looked at you, you hadn’t noticed it before, but you just chalked it up to the excitement of premiering a song in front of a live audience. 

You and Harry hit your harmonies on the final note, and the audience goes absolutely insane. You look over at Harry and chuckle as he shoots you a wink. You walk up to him, lifting his hand in victory and you bow together. “Thank you Lisbon, this guy will be right back, but I’ve been Y/N!” 

The two of you run off stage together hand in hand, adrenaline running high. You stop and face Harry once you’re backstage. 

“Holy shit,” you exclaim. “That was amazing, I can’t believe how–”

Your rambles are cut off as Harry crashes his lips against yours. You stiffen in shock briefly, but soon melt into the kiss. He lifts his hand to your cheek as his tongue runs across the seam of your lips, you let out a soft sigh, allowing him access to your mouth. 

He pulled away far too abruptly for your liking, your eyes fluttered open to see a look of shock and embarrassment on his face.

“I’m so sorry,” his eyes were wide.

“It’s fi–”

“No,” he interrupted you. “I shouldn’t have done that.” 

“Oh, okay.” Your eyes dropped to the floor. You thought that maybe he was feeling the same way about you, but by his reaction you could tell that he was clearly just caught up in the moment. He didn’t mean it. “I’m gonna, uh… have a good show.” You said to him, retreating to your dressing room before he could respond. Before your tears began to fall. 

Harry gave his all on stage, it was his second to last show and the fans that came to see him tonight deserved just as much as the fans that came to the first show in 2021. You would have never known that his mind was swirling the whole time, all he could think about was that kiss. You had kissed him back, you were sure of it, and you almost seemed disappointed when he pulled away and apologized. He should have been enjoying this moment, reveling in some of his final moments on stage, but he couldn’t wait for it to be over so he could find you. 

The second he was off the stage, he rushed to your dressing room only to find it empty.

“Shit.” He slammed a fist down on the table. He had made a real mess of things this time. 

You laid in your hotel bed absentmindedly clicking through the television channels. You had left pretty much right after the kiss. The tour was almost over, you just had to lay low for a few days, and then you and Harry would have plenty of distance. 

Just as you were starting to doze off, you were startled by a knock at your door. You contemplated just ignoring it, assuming they would take the hint and go away, but the next knock was louder, more insistent. You sighed and got out of bed, moving to the door. 

Upon opening it, you were greeted by Harry, a sad smile on his face. You never thought there would be a day where you didn’t want to see Harry, but here you were. 

It wasn’t anything against him, you just didn’t want the ‘I like you as a friend’ talk. You’d heard it so many times in your life, you weren’t sure you could handle it from him. Sure, you knew that was where his head was at, but if he never said it, you could still grasp onto that little sliver of hope that he might see you as something more. 

“You didn’t stay for the show.” 

“Yeah,” you shrug. “It’s been a long tour, I just kind of wanted an early night.” 

“Oh,” he said quietly, his eyes dropping to look at his shoes. “I thought maybe it was because of what happened when we got off stage.” 

You huffed a chuckle. “Don’t worry about it Harry, we had just gotten off stage, there was all this adrenaline and we were on a high. It was a mistake in the heat of the moment.” 

Harry looked up at you, his brow furrowed. “Did you think it was a mistake?” 

You were taken aback by his question. “I mean, you apologized and said you shouldn’t have. I just assumed you thou–”

“I didn’t apologize because of what I did. I apologized because of how I did it.” He looked at your face, trying to gauge your reaction. 

When he walked into your empty dressing room, he got hit with the sudden reality that in a couple of days, you’d be going your separate ways and he didn’t know when he was going to see you again. He decided that he needed to put it out there, tell you how he was feeling. 

There was a storm of confusion swimming in your eyes. “What… um, what do you mean?” 

“May I?” He gestured behind you. You nodded and stepped back, allowing him entry to your room. You both took a seat at the end of the bed. “Kissing you wasn’t a mistake, I’ve wanted to kiss you practically this whole tour. But it shouldn’t have been like that, I should have talked to you first, told you how I feel. Made sure the feelings were reciprocated.” 

“Feelings?” You questioned, your heart starting to race. 

“I think you’re amazing, Y/N, I’m crazy about you.” He looked at you with a vulnerability in his eyes that took your breath away. “I’ve been too afraid to tell you, I thought it might make things weird if you didn’t feel the same.” 

You look up at him in shock. You never expected those words to come out of his mouth. You were still trying to process his words when you noticed a slight panic cross his face, you realized it had been longer than it should have been, and you were just staring at him. “I do.” Was all you were able to say. 

“Yeah?” His lips curved up into a smirk.

“Of course, how could I not?” You ask. “You’re so sweet, and thoughtful, you make me laugh harder and more often than anyone I’ve ever met. Not to mention you’re fucking gorgeous.”

“Well, when you put it like that I see your point.” He joked. 

“And so humble about all of it,” you roll your eyes sarcastically. 

He chuckled softly before reaching over and taking your hand. “Can I take you on a date tomorrow night?”

You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth with a smile as you nod your head. “I would really like that.” 

You sat there in silence for a moment smiling at each other. Both of you marveling in the situation you found yourselves in. 

Harry was the first to break the silence. “Do you think maybe I could kiss you again? You know, show you how it was supposed to be?” 

“Yes, please.” You smile.

Without skipping a beat, Harry leaned forward, capturing your lips. There was no surprise this time, no tension, just butterflies and happiness. When you signed on to open for Harry, you never would have expected that Love on Tour was going to be taken so literally. 

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Rolling Stone.

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Harry Edward Styes + Low Quality 

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dad!harry and teenage breakups

Summary:

Teenager’s are dramatic and Lucy is no exception. When it comes to her first break up, nobody in the household is sure they’ll survive the feelings she has about it.

Warnings:

Language.

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Harry had dealt with the crying. He barely made it through, but it still counted. His daughter was going through her very first breakup with a rather nice boy. That’s all that stopped him from calling his parents and insulting their parenting. They were great people and their son was a sweetheart but it just wasn’t meant to be for little fourteen-year-old Lucy and Connor.

The boy was nice enough that Harry had got past some of his protectiveness, even allowing the boy over after school. He enjoyed hearing Lucy talk about him, even if it took up the entire car ride or errand run.

Harry hadn’t yet dealt with the anger that came after the sadness of her breakup. Lucy was great at being mad when people wronged her. Which was fine, Harry was glad she was able to stand up for herself. The issue this time was that Connor hadn’t done much wrong. As far as breaking up goes, he was much more polite about it than Harry was at that age.

It was all juvenile. You knew, Harry knew, everyone knew except Lucy. Connor admitted that he was busy with school, sports, and his part-time job. He told her she was a great young girl and he’d love to be friends. She didn’t like any of it. She was young so nobody judged her irrationality. Not even her older brother. All these feelings had to be felt for all the true heartbreak that would come in the next years. Not that Harry wanted heartbreak for her, but he knew that it came with life.

When Lucy came down the stairs without a nervous aura, Harry knew things would be different.

“Morning, darling.�� He said, looking up from the bowl of oatmeal he had. “How did you sleep?”

“Great.” She said, giving him a smile before she opened the fridge and pulled out milk. “You know what I was thinking?”

Harry took a deep breath in, automatically realizing the tone of her voice. 

“Connor can make time for his friends, right? He can juggle all three of his activities and his friends, but not me.” She said, laughing slightly at the end of her sentence. 

Before Harry could decide if he should speak or not, you came in from the outdoor patio. 

“Oh, good morning.” You said, walking towards her and placing a kiss on her forehead. 

“Good morning. But anyway, dad, as I was saying.” She said, making you raise an eyebrow and turn to Harry.

Harry shrugged and gave a smile. 

“Why is that?” She asked, taking Harry off guard. 

You had missed the first half of the conversation, but by her attitude you could tell it was about Connor.

“I don’t know, Luce. I think it’s good that he realized he couldn’t give you enough attention, though.” Harry said, desperately hoping it was the right thing to say. He had been trying is best lately to not upset the teenagers in the house.

“You’re on his side!” She exclaimed, looking up from the bowl of cereal she ate at the kitchen island. “Dad, that’s so not fair.”

“Nope, I didn’t say that.” He shook his head, immediately backtracking. “He can’t treat you how you deserve so I’m glad it’s over.”

Lucy was quiet for a few moments, taking in his words. Harry was right, but that didn’t help a whole lot. Lucy really liked the boy and hated that the little relationship of hand holding and shy kisses (Don’t tell Harry, Lucy told him they hadn’t kissed) was over.

“Whatever, asshole didn’t deserve me, anyway.” She said, making both you and Harry burst out in laughter.

“Language, baby.” You warned her because it felt like the right thing to do, not because you cared too much. It was one word, there were other things to be concerned about.

“That’s right. Fucking asshole, Connor is.” Harry said, which earned a soft elbow from you to his side. “All boys are, Lucy. Stay away from them.”

“Thank you, dad. You’ve always got the best things to say.” She smiled, as if it wasn’t already blatant that she was still a daddy’s girl.

Masterlist

[louxluke]

Harry Styles and Pixie Lott

[editsziarry]

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