#harry styles and y/n

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Could you do a blurb showing how Harry and 1dbandmate!yn reacted over the years when asked in interviews if they were a couple?? please 🙏

Always Asked

A/N: been in a writing funk lately but i'm happy i got this one done since i miss writing and posting to you all!! 💚

SUMMARY: Snippets of interviews over the years from when YN and Harry were asked if they were dating. (3.4k)

GENRE: 1dbandmate!yn, famous!yn

SINCE 2010 masterlist

2011:

Never in a million years did YN ever think her dream career would start so soon. It’s only been a year since she auditioned for the XFactor and now she’s sitting at a table next to her bandmates as hundreds of fans go down the line to get a copy of their freshly signed album. 

With copious amounts of screaming comes along an abundance of questions thrown at the teenagers. Most of the time, it’s YN giving the screaming fans a beautiful smile, asking them how they are, and thanking them for their kind words before passing the signed CD case to Harry. With all the excitement in the air, she feels like she’s truly living the pop star lifestyle she’d seen many others live out.

“Hiya, love,” YN smiles at the preteen girl who’s practically vibrating with excitement at seeing the famous band. She also gives a polite greeting to the supportive dad of the young girl who has his hands on his daughter’s shoulders. “How are you? I love your shirt.”

She compliments, smiling at seeing the young girl wearing a shirt with YN’s face on it. 

“My dad got it for me for my birthday!” The little fan beams.

“Did he?” YN animatedly gasps with a smile. “Well, it was nice of him to take you over here, yeah?”

She signs the CD case with a heart over her name before sliding it over to Harry. His fingers brush over hers and the two of them catch each other’s gaze. A smile tugs on their lips before looking away just as quickly. 

“Are you two dating?” The young girl practically screams out, her eyes bouncing back and forth excitedly between YN and Harry. 

The two teenagers tense up, thrown off by the question in such a crowded place. Their management team is still media-training them and while they’ve learned so much already, they’re still getting used to taking what they’ve learned out into the field.

YN and Harry give each other a look, already knowing the answer but searching in one another’s eyes for maybe a smidge of something more.

“Lilly!” The dad scolds before letting out a chuckle. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be,” YN shakes her head with a smile, hoping it's convincing enough to not cause any suspicion. “Sorry Lilly, but Harry and I aren’t dating because quite frankly—” She beckons the little fan closer, cupping her mouth but still being loud so her bandmate can hear, “—he has cooties.”

Harry’s immediately furrowing his brows together and lets out a long and playful, “Hey!”

“Ew!” Lilly laughs, seeming satisfied with that answer before waving goodbye and walking towards the rest of the band.

Before they can dwell on what just happened, thankfully the next fan shuffles over for their own interaction and signed copy.

2012:

The band is at their first Brits Awards show and needless to say, they all got a little tipsy after their win. Their team didn’t even have time to give them a snack or water bottle to help sober them up a little bit before their backstage press interviews.

“Harry, how will you guys be celebrating tonight?” A journalist asks from the crowd.

“Erm,” Harry giggles to himself and it makes YN tipsily follow from her spot next to him. The hand that isn't gripping onto their award goes to cover her smile. “I think we’re just gonna hang out and stuff.”

“YN? Is there any lucky man whom you will be celebrating with?” Another voice in the sea of reporters asks.

“Nope,” YN raises her eyes with a tipsy smile and a slow shake of her head. She shakes her thumb towards her boys with a click of her tongue. “Just these lads.”

“Any lucky lad in particular? Perhaps a curly-headed one standing next to you?”

Almost as if it was planned, the two teenagers comically look beside each other, cranking their necks in playful search of who the intrusive lady was referring to.

“Me?” Harry dramatically questions, pointing to his chest with a bright, open-mouthed, dimpled smile gracing his face.

“Well, I mean he is part of the band, is he not?” YN sassily purses her lips together, her media-training to retain her “good girl” image slipping out of her alcohol induced brain. 

Thankfully, before anything could be escalated further by the tipsy girl, the intrusive press, or the snickering boys, a member from their management team instructs the audience to move onto another person.

2013:

“You guys have known each other for what seems like forever now and your bond with the rest of the guys is so strong...” 

YN reaches forward for a sip from her glass of water on the panel table in her seat in between Harry and Niall. It’s been a long week for the band as they do press for their new movie, This Is Us. They’ve been thrown left and right with interviews that YN can’t help but already be done with the repetitiveness of some of the questions.  

“So then we’re all clearly curious to know if you and Harry are dating?”

“Nope,” YN pops the ‘P’ and shakes her head as if her actions were automatically programmed to respond in that way. She casually waves her finger between the two boys beside her, “But him and Niall are though.” 

The crowd of press people laugh and chuckle as they see Naill gasp and Harry raise his eyebrows in playful shock.

“I mean, you kinda pointed it out,” YN puts on her media-trained smile good enough to win an Oscar. “These lads are like my brothers and our bond is so strong because we see each other more like family than anything else. I see them more as annoying than someone I'd rather date, to be honest,” she forces out a light laugh. 

“Plus, as YN so kindly pointed out,” Harry leans on his elbows on the table as he looks to his crush next to him. YN can see his dimple dig into his cheek as he fights off a smirk. “M’happily in a committed relationship with Niall.”

Harry doesn’t take his eyes off of his bandmate as he leans back into his seat. He watches as she tucks her chin into her chest, her fingers rubbing over her lips to cover her giggle as the rest of the room breaks out in commotion.

2014:

“Can we assume that the rock on your finger is from a certain curly-headed lad?” The woman who’s interviewing them for the band’s new book Who We Are excitedly asks. 

The band are all sat on an L-shaped couch as they discuss the contents of the hard cover book. Sat in between Zayn and Niall, YN purposely avoids her gaze from Harry as she answers.

“No,” YN lets out a forced chuckle as she looks down to fidget with the diamond ring on her finger. Anyone who has looked at more than three pictures of YN can tell that her favorite pieces of jewelry are her assortment of rings along her fingers. But only true fans know that part of her liking to the small jewelry is to help her fidget with them when she has anxiety. It’s an odd feeling however that the newly gifted one has been the cause of her increase in nerves. “It’s um, from me boyfriend—well, fiancé now—Matthew. Harry is like a brother to me so that would be quite weird.” 

“Of course! I was only teasing, love.” The woman laughs with an over-exaggerated smile, clearly disappointed in the answer she was given. “Congratulations to you both.”

“Thank you,” YN forces a smile, still twisting at the shiny ring that sticks out like a sore thumb.

2015:

“YN.”

“James.” She says with the same amount of playful seriousness, the audience in front of them laughs along. As the date of the band’s long-awaited hiatus comes closer and closer, their good friend James Corden interviews them in the same location where they filmed the music video for Story of My Life. 

“Harold,” the host directs his attention to the band member sitting next to her.

The fans in the crowd only giggle in giddiness even further as Harry playfully throws a hand up in confusion with what the fans call his ‘frog’ smile. 

“Now, we are all truly devastated when we heard the news that you and your long-time partner had called it quits a couple of weeks ago.” The audience laughs when James comically shakes his head no. YN even lets out a laugh when she sees the fans in the audience cheer at the news of her new relationship status. Despite the support she feels from the fans, it doesn’t necessarily calm the nerves at why the host brought the topic up in the first place. “Now we’re also all wondering if this may have possibly opened up, I don’t know, an opportunity for you to seek something with another lad?”

“Um,” YN lazily holds her microphone to her lips as she gives James the news that will hopefully shut down the conversation. “I think m’gonna just focus on myself for a bit. Yeh know, take a break from dating and all that.”

The room breaks out into chuckles when the host makes noises like he doesn’t believe her. He wags his interview cards in the air as he says, "I mean, both of your writing credits on some love songs tell me otherwise..."

Truthfully, the two friends can't deny that logic. They've either individually or co-wrote a plethora of love songs...that may or may not have been about each other. But will they ever admit that to a room full of their fans who have been shipping them since their XFactor days? Hello no.

“Well, the beauty that YN and I see in music is that songs are always up for interpretation," Harry interjects. "They can mean anything you want them to be, in any sort of scenario.”

“Yeah, like, lyrics don’t always necessarily have to come from a place of experience,” YN adds on, professionally keeping her voice from wavering in nervousness. “It certainly helps but that’s not always the case. Especially now.”

She can’t help but laugh along with the rest of the crowd as James holds an expression like he doesn’t believe a word they said.

“Okay, fine. Deny it all you want,” James puts his hands up defensively. “I just...I don’t know, I just think that this could really be Something Great.”

The room of fans (and die hard ynrry shippers) squeal and scream out in a mixture of excitement and disbelief from his use of the One Direction songs that are heavily speculated to be about YN and Harry. 

“Whatever, it’s your guy’s decision at the End of the Day,” James continues nonchalantly, trying to hide the smile that shows that he knows exactly what he’s doing. 

Fans’ eyes bounce back and forth between the two band members in question. They see as YN has her hands clasped together on her crossed legs, biting the inside of her cheek to keep her witty comments to herself. Harry, on the other hand, leans his elbow on his knee with his index finger over his smirk. He tries to cover up his chuckle with a cough to his fist before pushing back his long curls. 

“All we want is for you guys to live Happily ever after, is all.”

2017:

“Now, both of you little sneaky sneaks went to Jamaica together to make his album. Come on, tell me I’m wrong,” Nick Grimshaw teases, wiggling his fingers in a beckoning motion.

The two were currently on BBC Radio with their good friend that they’ve known since their days in the band. Dropping their first solo albums in the same week caused their fan bases to go into a frantic frenzy. The two have a full day ahead of them as their record labels and management teams paired the two up for a day jam-packed with press and interviews together.

“You are not wrong,” Harry laughs, adjusting the chunky headphones over his ears. He’s already rolled up his white button-up sleeves and discarded his picnic table-looking blazer to lay on the back of his chair.

“Sneaky sneaks?” YN chuckles next to him, leaning her elbows on the counter and moving her hips to rotate her swiveling seat from side to side.

“Well, I only say that because you guys are obviously dating now, right?”

“Do girl and guy best friends always have to be dating?” YN easily swerves the question back to the radio host.

“Well,” Grimmy tilts his head from side to side. “Not necessarily, but wouldn’t that be a good story? For your future kiddos perhaps?”

YN and Harry bark out a laugh.

“Sorry, m’getting ahead of myself. Maybe you lads would want to save that for your wedding day instead.”

“Can I swear on the radio?” YN playfully yet genuinely asks the host which makes Harry giggle.

“But I mean, what are your fans—and quite frankly, the rest of the world—supposed to think when a good majority of the songs on his album are about you, Miss Two Ghosts?” Nick teases with a wiggle of his eyebrow.

YN’s jaw humorously drops, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as a nervous laugh threatens to escape. The two knew that they would get poked and pried with questions and accusations like this since their trip to Jamaica. There’s no use in trying to deny their close relationship with one another, spending more time with one another than any of their fellow band members since the start of the hiatus. 

Unable to quickly come up with an explanation, being so caught off guard, she turns to the only other person she can trust. 

“Jenny?” YN playfully calls for her manager who’s behind the glass window of the radio studio, leaning forward to look at her despite Harry in the way. 

“Help me, Jeffery,” Harry playfully pleads to his manager as well.

“No, no Jeffery. Jenny, get back in your chair, young lady.” Nick points out for the listeners who can’t see what’s currently happening. “Alright, I’ll stop, I’ll stop,” The host waves his hands, seeing the two visually calm down at the news. “Now, I’ll just play the one Harry wrote about YN. This is Two Ghosts!”

Harry playfully yells out an “Oh, no!” as he pushes himself away from the desk. YN lets out a humored scream at the same time, taking off her chunky radio headphones and tossing them onto the desk. 

2020:

“Okay, a big question that I’ve been getting on Twitter since it was announced that the two of you would be on here today,” Roman Kemp waves a hand in front of him at the Capital FM Breakfast Radio headquarters as he looks onto the two pop stars in front of him on the Zoom call. The couple can be seen in two separate rooms: Harry in a naturally lit room while YN sits against one of the brick walls in her bedroom.

Harry has his purple robe on that his girlfriend gifted him a couple of years ago, looking as comfy as ever since he doesn’t have to get dressed up to go outside for anything lately due to being on lockdown. 

YN on the other hand, didn’t want to miss the opportunity to get dolled up. Well, at least from the waist up. She wears one of her silk button-up blouses with her last name embroidered on the left chest, her hair neatly done up in a slick ponytail and her make-up nicely done. When she got complimented on her look, she clumsily lifted her leg up to show off her heart-decorated, fluffy pajama pants.

“And I feel like both of your fan bases combined would come out of quarantine to quite literally murder me if I don’t ask you guys this...” YN and Harry keep a mutual face on as they wait to hear what the host has to say. “We all know that you guys are an official couple now, but are you guys physically staying together at the moment? Like, are you guys living together or at the same house or...?”

The couple takes a second to process the intimate question. As Harry parts his lips to answer, he’s interrupted by his girlfriend speaking first. 

“Y’know, we’re kind of tired of getting questions like this. I don’t think it’s really appropriate for other people to know about that kind of stuff,” The crease between YN’s eyebrows becomes more apparent and her shoulders move sharply after letting out a deep sigh.

“Oh, I-I’m so sorry if I offended you guys—” The radio host quickly begins to retract.

“M’sorry but I think m’actually gonna log off now. Erm, thank you for having us.” YN curtly nods before the host and Harry’s faces fill the screen, both with wide eyes at the unexpected reaction from the go-happy pop star.

“Wait, did that really just happen?” Roman and the other two interviewers are deers in headlights, his eyes bouncing around the screen to make sure what just took place. 

“I think so,” Harry sighs. “It’s just a sensitive topic for us, y’know. I can’t really blame her for what she did,” He professionally hides his smile as he hears the quick pad of footsteps coming down her spiral staircase.

“I really meant no harm, it’s just—”

“It’s just really hard to keep our private life private, you know?” Harry drags on with a deep sigh. “And it's just really hard for us to have to answer things like this. Like, we don’t really know what you guys expect us to do when...” Harry’s dimples dig into his cheeks, a boyish giggle comes tumbling past his lips when YN peaks her head sideways in front of his laptop camera.

“YN!” Romans scolds with a bright smile, infinitely relieved he didn’t just make enemies with the world’s favorite female pop star. He dramatically throws a hand over his heart.

“Sorry, I’m sorry! It was just too good and Ro, I think you’re the only one that would be able to handle a joke like that.” YN laughs as she slides in close to her comfy-looking boyfriend.

“So I’m assuming this confirms my previous question?” The host asks excitedly.

“Yeah,” Harry smiles fondly at his love, discreetly wrapping an arm around her waist that’s low enough to not be shown on camera. “We’ve been living at YN’s place in LA for a couple of weeks now. And yeah, it’s been fun.”

2022:

In a full black suit, Harry is escorted to the next interviewer on the red carpet for the premiere of My Policeman. After a couple of initial questions, the eager woman asks, “Last thing before you get whisked away, on behalf of the fandom and everyone else on this planet, we just want to send a massive amount of love to you and YN.”

“Thank you very much,” He nods, putting a hand over his heart and trying his hardest to keep the growing smile on his face at bay. 

“And we are all just dying to know,” She takes a quick, excited glance back to the camera. “If you’re going to drop the big question soon?”

Harry can’t help but huff out a laugh, the kind where his dimples dig into his cheeks and the crows feet appear next to his eyes. If they only knew that YN kept the ring he gave her—the ring that signifies their promise to become husband and wife on their anniversary—at home for the sake of privacy and for this very reason. 

“Um,” He looks up in fake contemplation before giving her a cheeky shrug. “I dunno. Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows?”

“Well, best of luck to you both.”

After being escorted away, the camera doesn’t stop filming Harry as he goes over to stand next to his fiancée on the red carpet. Although the camera can’t pick up what YN says to Emma Corin that makes the actress laugh, her beaming smile turns to Harry when she feels his hand on her back. He can’t hold back from planting a loving peck on her cheek before the two are escorted to their next section on the red carpet. 

2023:

On a show in Cardiff, Harry adjusts a flag on his shoulder as he walks around the catwalk on stage. As he begins to sing Satellite, he makes a stop to sing to a group by the barricade. 

It’s nothing new to YN and Harry’s respective shows when fans bring signs with something on it to get the artists’ attention. Honestly, it’s become one of the parts of the show they look forward to the most.

So when Harry’s eyes move over to a newly raised sign that says ‘shag?’ on it, he breaks out into a smirk. Part of the fun of when fans bring signs is that there’s always a handful that asks these sorts of questions: Are you single? Can I have your number? Are you dating? 

It’s not so much the content written on the signs that makes the interaction so enjoyable; it’s the response that he gives. 

Because all Harry does is break out into that dimpled, love sick smile that YN can’t get enough of and happily points to his wedding band.

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Trouble After Paradise (Part 1)

Warnings: lots of angst, conflict, explicit language.

Summary of short story: Reader and Harry have returned from their honeymoon to a harsh reality and their first huge hurdle as a married couple.

A/N: This is 1 of 3 parts. Enjoy! Just a little short story idea i had and wanted to share with you all.

It’s been four weeks since you returned home from your honeymoon in Costa Rica and you’ve found yourself reminiscing constantly on that magical holiday.

To say the least, things have took a turn for the worst since you and Harry got home.

You were bombarded with mountains of piles of work to get through because there was no one to fill your position whilst you’d taken the month off leading up to your wedding, including the honeymoon.

Harry had started filming his next movie, one that was mentally draining due to his character being a very unwell mental patient at a psychiatric hospital.

You worked from seven in the morning until four in the afternoon in the office but always brought home some work to do which kept you busy until about eight at night when you’d get into bed.

Weekends were exhausting as well, you were catching up with friends and family after basically being off the grid throughout the week.

Harry’s shooting location, thankfully, was only a few hours away up north in Manchester so he managed to be home often between breaks but unfortunately meant that he wasn’t home with you for periods of times.

He tries his best to be at home with you on the weekends but his schedule doesn’t work that way all the time. On average you probably see each other a total of two days out of the week and it’s been this way the past four weeks.

You’ve both been so busy, you’ve barely had the time to live life together as a married couple. There’s a tension building full of stress and exhaustion on both ends of your marriage. You find yourselves bickering when you’re together and getting on each other’s nerves more than ever before.

You know it’s because you’re equally annoyed with yourselves and each other with the current situation.

It’s 8pm on a Friday night and Harry called you earlier that morning to let you know he’s coming home today at around 6:30pm and will be able to stay the full week until he’s off again. He asked for you to pick him up from the station because he had booked a meal at The Ivy for 8pm. You of course said yes. You were so excited to hear the news, you felt tears well up in your eyes. “I really can’t wait, I miss you so much.” You replied before you both said your goodbyes and I love you’s before hanging up.

What you didn’t know was that working would be busier than ever that Friday and now you’re still in the office trying to hurry up and finish off one last piece of paper work to be sent off to your client before the weekend. Your phone had died two hours ago and Harry hadn’t contacted you before it died so you weren’t too concerned that he would’ve tried to since then.

You could cry out of frustration. You purposely stayed back to get all this extra work done so you could book off Monday and Tuesday to extend your weekend to spend some time with your husband.

Half an hour later, you finally send the email and pack up your stuff. You race to your car and make your way home. The door is unlocked when you go to turn the key and your heart skips a beat when you realise that Harry must be home.

The lights are all off downstairs which is odd so you make your way upstairs to your bedroom to find Harry sat on the edge of the bed in just his underwear and his phone in his hands.

“Hi, baby.” You softly speak up as you walk through the door and put your bag and coat over the chair in the corner of the room.

Harry glances at you over his shoulder briefly without so much as a tiny acknowledgment of your presence before looking back to his phone.

You frown, thinking his behaviour seems a bit off. The energy in the room seems low and you can sense he’s not in a good mood.

You walk over to him, a hand on his shoulder and the other hand reaching to lift his head by tilting his chin in your direction for him to look up at you. As soon as you try to lean forward to place a kiss to his lips he yanks his head away from your touch and rolls his eyes, letting out a huff.

You step back, very offended and extremely hurt by his cold actions.

“Fuck you, then.” You throw your hands up and storm away to head downstairs to the kitchen. You’re literally trying so hard not to break down and cry right now so you’re pacing around your kitchen, breathing heavily for a few moments then deciding to pour yourself a large glass of wine.

You almost down the first glass. The second one being poured less than five minutes later. You’re just stood by your kitchen island with a glass of wine in one hand and thoughts racing around your mind as you try to figure out why your husband seems to despise you at the moment.

You soon realise it could possibly be the fact that your phone was dead and maybe he was trying to get ahold of you.

You start to feel a pit of guilt in your stomach when you take your phone from your pocket and plug it into the charger point next to your toaster.

You finish your second glass of wine once your phone switches on and your eyes widen when you notice the ten missed calls and five unread messages from Harry.

You read the texts carefully one at a time.

From Harry:

6:09pm - l’m fifteen minutes away from the station if you want to set off now. Love you. Xx

6:30pm - Where are you? I’m waiting near the security box until you’re here. Xx

6:53pm - I’ve rung you five times and you’re not answering so I’m making my own way home now.

7:26pm - Why aren’t you answering and why aren’t you at home? You do realise we have to be at The Ivy in half an hour.

8:03pm - cancelled the booking. If you read this before you come home - don’t bother me when you get in, I can’t be arsed with this tonight.

You heart feels like it’s going to stop. You have never felt more terrible in your life. You feel like a punch to the gut is what you deserve right now and nothing less. And to think, you literally just spat in his face and said fuck you to him, still not realising what you’d done.

You were so fixated on wanting to spend the week with Harry that you’d completely forgotten about picking him up and going out for dinner tonight.

You were a little drunk and very upset with yourself so of course the only thing currently you did was start to cry. You sat on a stool at your island, lent your elbows on the countertop, put your face in your hands and sobbed. Sobbed for your husband and how upset he must be feeling. Sobbed at the realisation of how much you hurt him and let him down. You felt like a failure.

After about thirty minutes of letting your feelings flow out of your system uncontrollably, you composed yourself and prepared yourself to go and apologise profusely. You’d gone over what to say in your head a million times and nothing sounded good enough but you know the least he deserves is an apology rather than an explanation or excuse right now.

Your face is puffy and red from the crying as you shakily walk up the stairs to your room and find Harry is now laying under the covers with the tv on, watching a movie with a deep frown on his face. As if he’s in deep thought rather than paying attention to the screen.

You push the door open gently and let yourself in. Basically walking with your tail between your legs, you can barely look at him as you sit on the bottom corner of the bed on your side. You couldn’t be further away from him on the bed if you tried.

“Harry, I’m so sorry.” You croak. Lips quivering as you fight the urge to break down crying again. You finally look at him after your first attempt at the beginning of a long apology. He’s ignoring you. Keeping his eyes fixed on the screen and his arms crossed over his chest.

You decide to keep speaking, “I completely understand why you’re angry and I don’t want to give myself any excuses for-.”

He reaches for the remote and turns up the volume to drown out your voice.

You let out a shaky sigh. A tear slipping down your cheek. “I didn’t ignore you on purpose- look, can you please just say something?” You beg pathetically and Harry’s head turns as his eyes look at you with anger.

“Told you I can’t be fucked with this tonight just leave me alone, please.” He sighs in annoyance before completely turning his back to you as he lays on his side.

You really don’t know what to say now. You didn’t expect this reaction from him. He’s never been this angry with you before and it’s terrifying you slightly because you really can’t cope with it. You don’t even care if he shouts at this point, you just want more of a reaction from him.

He has every right to feel the way he does, you know that. You hate going to sleep on bad terms though. You both agreed to always resolve conflicts before getting into bed because you never wanted to be that couple that gets into fights and makes one or the other sleep on the sofa.

It seems like it’s going to be that way tonight though. You don’t want to say another word because you don’t want to make it worse. Even though you know you won’t get much sleep, you decide to go sleep downstairs on the couch. You could go sleep in the spare room but you need a tv to distract you from your racing thoughts so the living room it is.

You get up from the bed, go take a quick shower and change into your pyjamas before grabbing your pillow from your side of the bed and walking towards the door.

“Goodnight, Harry. I love you.” You say to him softly before closing the door behind yourself and making your way downstairs.

You turn on a shitty reality show to fall asleep too. It takes a few hours but eventually you drift off.

The next morning you’re awoken by the sound of the blender rattling off in the kitchen. You feel at peace for a split second as your groggy memory clears up as your consciousness comes back, along with the awful events of last night. You grimace start yourself as you sit up on the couch and turn around to see Harry standing in the kitchen, making himself a smoothie, dressed in his running gear.

It mustn’t be any later than 6am because he only likes going running at the crack of dawn. He hasn’t noticed that you’re awake yet but you know he’s still fuming by the look on his face.

Now that you’re not intoxicated and knowing it’s a new day, you’re determined to resolve this issue very soon. You don’t want to waste any more of the short time you two have together for the next four days being bitter.

You get up from the couch and stretch before walking over to the kitchen island and taking a seat on the stool you were sobbing on last night.

“Morning.” You say with a tired voice as Harry still hasn’t acknowledged you whilst he’s cleaning up some dishes. You’re both facing each other on opposite sides of the island.

Harry looks up at you frowning and doesn’t reply so you take it as your queue to go in strong with all guns blazing.

“Can we please talk about this now?” You plead. Harry just deadpans and looks at you with a look that tells you no as he picks up his AirPods and puts them in as he makes his way to the door to go on his run.

“What the actual fuck! This is an actual fucking nightmare.” You frustratingly shout to no one but yourself after Harry closes the door on his way out.

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take it off

Harry Styles x reader (SOH)

Summary: Right before sex, Harry sees something on Y/n that he's never seen before. masterlist

warnings: light smut, boobs<3, mentions of stick and pokes

w/c: 0.9k

a/n: little blurb since i haven't posted in forever! but i promise i'm writing im just crazy stressed <3 also i am in love with tattoos so much and this is just an indulgent on that lol

"Fuck-"

"Don't you dare stop."

"Wasn't planning on it." Harry moaned, his hand slowly feeling up and down Y/n's body. His lips reattached to hers. "You taste so good."

A steamy night that consisted of teasing hands under the table and kisses when no one was looking. It was a blur to get out of the London club, Harry just remembers Y/n's hand squeezing his ass. They had luckily ran away from the paparazzi that was just arriving to the club before they could get any compromising photos.

But now, in the comfort of Harry's flat, they could be as messy and in love as they want.

"Take off your shirt H." She mumbled, Y/n's mouth trailing down his jaw line.

"Only if you take off yours." Harry could feel Y/n smile against his cheek, leaving one last kiss there before breaking away.

"You're lucky you're so cute." When Y/n grabbed the hemming of her shirt, Harry tore off his, too impatient to wait any longer. Harry ended up helping Y/n take the shirt off; he hasn't quite realized that Y/n always takes longer to take off her shirt just to see Harry get all squeamish.

When Y/n's shirt is removed, she's left in a lace bra that Harry absolutely drools over. He goes headfirst into her neck, kissing slowly and sensually. His hand feeling her left breast while Y/n's hand find Harry's hair and pulls slightly.

"Can I take off your bra." He whispers, figures trailing over the straps. "Please."

She mumbled a faint yes under her breath and Harry is quick to react. Harry climbs more on top of her right after he bra comes off; Harry's mouth goes right on her skin, starting on her perfect jaw line and going lower onto her neck then onto her breast.

Harry was going to continue on but he saw some mark near his hand. He lifts his head to take a second glance and moves his hand from the side of her boob to her lower waist. He saw some black ink, and he knew it wasn't from his hand.

"What's wrong?" Y/n leaned up on her elbows to get a look at what happened and why Harry's mouth isn't on her. The only touch she was getting--other then Harry resting on her --was from Harry's finger on the side of her body. "Why are you poking me?"

"You have a tattoo?"

"Uhm, yeah?" She stated it like a question, but was curious to know the problem. "Why are you acting like this? It's just a crescent tattoo."

"I just didn't realize you had one" He admitted. "Does that make me a bad boyfriend?"

"You never noticed the tattoo on my boobs?" She gasped, shocked smile on her face. "But your obsessed with them how have you not noticed it?"

"In my defense the tattoo is on the side of your boobs." Harry unconsciously held her other breast, it made her giggle a bit, just out of pure ridiculous. "You know I like to see them straight on."

"Do you like it?"

"Your boobs? Of course!" Harry quickly said, kissing her nipples quickly then gently then kissed her face.

"The tattoo, love."

"Well, I love it too!" Harry quickly said. "I just felt bad that I haven't realized until now."

"Good because I have an appointment to next week for another." She kissed the side of his cheek, sitting up to do so.

"Ohh, what'cha planning on?"

"I want to get it on my thigh but I'm not sure if I want to replace the stick and poke I did in school or not." She shrugged, her finger trailing over the tattoo collection on his chest. She didn't want to admit it out loud, but tattoo's were always such a turn on for her. Little intricate designs all over Harry, they just looked amazing.

"Stick and poke in school? What crowd were you hanging out with?" Harry laughed.

"I did it myself actually." Her hand ghosting over her thigh. "Not very well obviously. But the tattoos I did on others were pretty good, should still be on them."

"You gave out tattoo's? How old were you?"

"Dunno, maybe sixteen?"

"Sixteen?" Harry's mouth was wide open, smiling a little, but mainly in shock. "And you were already a tattoo artist?"

"I was a girl with ink and a clean needle." Y/n shrugged. "They offered like fifty quid per tattoo too, and I really wanted more clothes ." She laughed, looking back up towards Harry.

Y/n's hand trailed lower to Harry's groin, he moaned which caused Harry to loose all focus of tattoos and lean in to kiss her. It got heated quickly but it was no surprise since they were about to have sex a couple minutes before. Harry's hand rested on her tattoo and side boob, his finger started tracing the tattoo too, starting to slowly memorize it just like Y/n has done with all of his tattoos.

"Can you do one for me?" Harry asked. "I want one thats in an area close to my dick and I don't really want a tattoo artist to see that." They both laughed, Y/n starting to give a hickey on the side of Harry's neck.

"I didn't hear an answer." Harry complained then gasped when the Y/n lightly bit down.

"I'll give you a tattoo." She decided. "But I don't take normal payment methods."

Harry chuckled, giving her a kiss. "I think I can give you something else."

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Something About a Birthmark

[ A/N ] - this is the first fic that I have written for Harry I decided to make a new blog to share content on and I’m hoping you all enjoy it. I have lots of ideas, but don’t hesitate to talk to me :) the reader in this blurb is suggested to be black, but I left it pretty vague, so anyone can follow along and enjoy!

EDIT! part 2 is here "From Birthmarks to Pancakes"

[ Pairing ] - Harry Styles x Reader!

[ Genre ] - Fluff and slightly suggestive at the end

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Never could the sunshine look more beautiful than it did when it glistened upon your skin. The sky was clear and the heat was comforting against Harry’s own skin as he sat on the blanket you placed in the grass. You were laying down reading just next to him. The pages flipped in the low wind every so often but you kept a hand on the right side to keep your place. Dark hair covered your neck and went around your shoulders too. Leaning forward Harry lifted the hair away from your face.

“Let me get a good look at you.”

His voice was low as he spoke but you hear him just fine and the words lifted a smile onto your focused face. The grass tucked between the blanket and your bodies shifted around as you giggled. Looking up at Harry through squinting eyes you thought he looked like an angel from down there. His brown curls sat atop his head and his silhouette was illuminated by the sun. Turing to lay on your back you twisted with your head near his lap.

“How am I looking?”

You teased him for his previous statement and smiled cheekily as his hand came to the side of your face. Harry hummed as he looked down at you. Brown skin glowing soft hair and plump lips curved into your cheeks. The necklace he gave you as a gift dancing between your breasts that were covered by the bikini top that you insisted on wearing outside in your back yard. You were so soft to the touch. The shorts you had on exposed your thighs and sat just below your bellybutton. Light brown stretch marks snaked along the sides of the dimpled skin of your belly.

“Perfect darling.” A small smile followed shortly after.

Both you and Harry often wondered what you did to deserve each other. To be so deserving of having a partner who understood what the need to be seen felt like. You didn’t always feel perfect but Harry made sure you knew how he felt about you.

“You know I love you, right?” You always did that. Asked if he knew of your love for him. Harry nodded and leaned forward to place a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“And you know I love you.”

Sappy. The air around the two of you was soaked in emotion. It had to be. You wouldn’t see him for some time again when he returns to tour. You wanted to know what it would be like to love him everyday not just when you both had time. Eventually that time would come and both you and Harry waited for it with baited breath.

The pair of you relished the comforting silence for a while before Harry laid down next to you. He had on shorts that sat low in his hips almost exposing the tattoos on his hips. You watched him before you said anything more. How the muscles of his torso and back stretched and how he flipped onto his back before covering his eyes with one hand and part of his bare chest with the other.

Harry settled back into the blanket and you found a new place on top of him. Legs in either side of his. Your knees brushed against his sides and it ticked him a bit at first.

“We’ll hello again.” Harry chuckled and placed his hands atop your thighs. His head propped up on a bag you carried snacks outside in. Green eyes looked in yours as you began tracing along his inked skin.

“Would you ever get one that reminded you of me?” You hesitated a little before you asked. Harry looked down at his assortment of art and words that adorned his body. He thought perhaps maybe one day he would.

“Yeah..s’pose.” His eyes returned to you sitting on him. He moved his right hand to your hip and his fingers trailed along your side.

“Hard to forget you though.” Your face grew warm at his statement and you smiled at the man beneath you. After a few seconds you noticed his fingers stopped on your birthmark. The skin was darker and near your navel. Splotched in the shape of what looked to be a love heart. Harry loved it. Ever since he saw it the first time he’s placed kisses atop the dark skin.

“Harry, stop staring at it.” You began to feel embarrassed about his inspection of your birthmark.

“m not staring at you, m admiring you.” Harry spoke with confidence. He enjoyed every inch of you especially this one and he wanted you to know that.

“Now I saw you brought some fruit out here.” Harry questioned so you could get your mind off the embarrassment. It seemed to work. You twisted around and picked up a plastic bowl of mixed fruit. Holding it up you picked out a strawberry and held it up to Harry’s face for him to get a bite.

“Mmm mm you first darling.”

It had to be the way you ate them. How your lips formed around the fruit. Parting slightly so the whites of your teeth peeked slightly before sinking into red flesh. The juice being left on your bottom lip and your pink tongue pulling it back into your mouth. It was on the verge of being obscene. And soon Harry would think of other things for your lips to be puckered around. You took the half wren fruit from your lips and placed it back into his. Opening his mouth Harry let you feed it to him. The subtle sweetness reminded him of you and how you tasted. His mind would soon wander to more, succulent places but for now he just wanted to lay here with you as you fed him strawberries.

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episode 4: sex money feelings {HS}

y/n and harry get to spend a night in the private suite, the ultimate test of chastity. Can they resist the sexual temptations or will they indulge in a night of pure bliss. 

warnings: theres gonna be a couple. teasing, oral sex (fem receiving), handjob, fingering, slight choking (lol).

word count: 3.9k

I lay on top of Harry and we stare at each other as I tease him moving my hips around in a circle. He drops his head back smacking my ass lightly in an effort to get me to stop. 

“Baby if you don’t stop I will fuck you right now.” He groans and I laugh stopping my movements. I lean down kissing his chest before moving my way up to his neck. 

“I’m so very sorry.” I murmur between open-mouthed kisses making him groan. I continue teasing him until I’m flipped over and find myself underneath Harry. He spreads my legs so he can fit between them and connects our crotches thrusting once making me gasp. 

One hand holds my right thigh keeping me open and the other comes up being placed on my throat and a fire ignites in me. He leans down slowly tightening his grip and tilting my head up. 

“I told you to stop.” He rasps close enough to my lips that he could kiss me. He lets me go sitting up and I’m left catching my breath. 

“Fuck.” I mumble under my breath and I hear him chuckle. 

“If I had a dick I’d have the fattest boner right now.” I tell him and he laughs pointing to his crotch. I flick my eyes down seeing the bulge in his shorts and I drop my head. 

“We just got here we have to at least try and connect before doing anything.” I say and Harry sits up against the bed frame before grabbing me by my underarms and pulling me to him. He turns me around so I can face him and settles me in between his legs and I can see how hard he is. 

“Well then let’s talk.” He smiles at me his hands finding comfort on my waist. 

“What do you want to talk about?” I ask him and he shrugs, thinking. 

“When did you lose your v-card?” He asks me and I laugh. 

“Wow way to break the ice.” He laughs with me as I compose myself to tell him the answer. 

“Well I didn’t lose it until I was 19 and the guy I lost it to was a total dick. He kept sending me mixed signals and I kept overlooking them and then told me that if we wanted to date he needed a time commitment that I physically could not fulfill. All after he took my virginity, so I ended things with him a couple of weeks later and since then I’ve been single. What about you?” I explain and Harry gives me a sad smile. 

“That guy is a total wanker, look at the amazing girl he lost.” He comforts me and I smile waving my hand. 

“It’s fine I’m over it now.” I clarify and Harry clears his throat. 

“I was 17 when I lost my virginity. I was with my girlfriend at the time and we were both absolutely plastered and it just happened. We broke up soon after 'cause she regretted it and the rest is history.” He tells me and I nod. 

“Damn we have some sad v-card stories.” I laugh and he laughs along too. 

“Do you want to play truth or dare?” I ask him and he smiles nodding his head. 

“Okay, Harry, truth or dare?” 

“Truth.” I bring my finger up to my chin tapping it lightly in faux thought. 

“When was the last time you had sex?” I ask him and he leans his head back in thought. 

“Maybe a couple of days before coming here.” He answers before asking me truth or dare. 

“Hmmm, truth.” I answer and he immediately asks me a question. 

“What’s your favorite sex position.” I laugh shaking my head as I think. 

“Uh, maybe missionary? Or from the side? I don’t really know, I like being able to feel or see whoever I’m with.” I answer him and he nods his head lost in thought. 

We play a couple more rounds of truth questions, Harry revealing that his favorite position is cowgirl, and the weirdest place he’s had sex was his mate's hallway at a party, while I revealed the craziest place I’ve had sex was in a bar’s booth, and I hated doggy style. 

“Alright last round.” I smile at him as his hand rubs up and down my thigh. 

“Truth or dare Harry?” I quirk my eyebrow up at him and his hand squeezes my thigh as he answers. 

“Dare.” 

“I dare you to guess one of my kinks by acting it out to me.” His hand freezes on my thigh before a sick smirk crawls up his face.

“Well, I already know you have a praise kink and a choking kink, your reactions to me have said that much.” He starts and I nod along confirming his answers. 

“But.” He leans forward now grabbing my jaw and pulling me to him. 

“I bet behind that innocent face you put on every day there's a dirty little whore hiding behind it.” My breathing picks up as he speaks slowly and I close my eyes thinking that it would help calm me down but if anything it just turns me on more. When he finishes his sentence I’m a malleable mess. He lets go of his grip on me sitting back and leaving me on my knees in front of him. 

“I’m going to take that reaction as a point for me.” I can hear the smirk on his face and I nod my head as I try to form any coherent thoughts. I sit back down and his hand finds its home on my thigh again rubbing up and down for comfort. Once I can gather my thoughts I open my eyes, seeing his pupils blown out in lust and I’m sure mine are too. 

“Poor baby, your pupils are nearly exploding.” He teases me and I shake my head holding up my middle finger to him. 

“You win.” I groan out dropping my head but he tsks. 

“No, it’s my turn to ask you.” He pushes and I wave him on. 

“Truth or dare Y/N?” 

“Dare.” I say feeling like this can’t get worse than what just happened to me. 

“I dare you to try and not kiss me tonight.” I stare at him in shock. 

“Can’t take it, baby?” He mocks me and I scoff at him. 

“Oh no I can, just didn’t expect you to cockblock yourself.” I fight with him and he scoffs back. 

“Oh no you’ve got it all wrong, we can do whatever we want tonight the only thing is we can’t kiss.” I shrug my shoulders moving his hand off my thigh and flopping down next to him. 

“I can resist however, I don’t think you’ll be able to.” I tell him pretending to be uninterested but I’m secretly dying inside. 

This motherfucker seriously had to ruin tonight with our egos. 

He flips onto his side placing his hand on my stomach letting it rest there before starting to rub lightly. 

“Oh, that’s where you’re wrong. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for me to kiss you, but guess what? I won’t.” He finishes his sentence by dipping his hand completely into my shorts and cupping my heat. I throw my head back as I gasp yelling a fuck. He teases me running his fingers up and down my slit never touching my clit or entrance. 

“Harry I swear to god.” I breathe out and he pulls his hand out of my shorts as he climbs on top of me. 

“Hmm what? You swear to god what?” He mocks me and I groan as he leans in his lips nearly brushing mine. 

“Fucking do something.” I snap and he chuckles. His hand that’s not holding him up comes to the base of my throat to hold me in place as he teases me. 

“What do you want hmm? My fingers, my tongue, my cock. I need you to tell me.” He emphasizes every word and I let out a whine, as the anticipation builds up in my stomach. 

“God I don’t fucking care anymore! Anything please!” I beg desperate for any form of relief and he chuckles his grip tightening and making me moan. 

“All you had to do was say please.” He finishes mocking me before sitting back on his knees and pulling me up. He tears the shirt over my head throwing it behind him before pushing my chest back down to the bed. He moves back with his hands on my waist and once he’s in a suitable position his fingers hook into the waistbands of my shorts and underwear pulling them off my legs. 

Once he’s discarded the items he sits back admiring my body. How my chest rises and falls from my heavy breathing, the curve of my breasts, my flushed face. He observes it all. He leans down placing a kiss on my sternum before moving lower and lower murmuring out how beautiful I am between open-mouthed kisses. My hands find refuge in his hair as he spreads my legs apart hands resting on my thighs. 

“Beautiful.” He mumbles leaning in and placing a kiss right above my clit making me gasp. My fingers tangle in his hair as he continues to tease me with kisses so close to my center but never giving me the relief I crave. I drop my head back letting the pleasure wash over me as I play with his hair. 

He pulls away for a second and I lift my head to see what he's doing before he dives straight for my center. His tongue connects with me and I let out a huge moan my body jerking back as he grabs underneath my thighs pulling me to his mouth. He licks a stripe up my cunt and I moan gripping his hair tighter. 

“Jesus barely even touched you and you're soaked.” He moans into my core and I drop my head back as he begins to suck on my clit. He alternates between sucking and licking me and the fire in my stomach continues to build. 

“H, I need more.” I beg through breathless moans and he removes one of his hands from my thighs bringing it up to my entrance. He thrusts two fingers into me making me scream as he sets a brutal pace. 

His fingers curve hooking my g-spot as his tongue rolls around on my clit. My fingers tighten in his hair as I feel the pressure in my stomach growing. My back begins to arch as my hips chase his fingers, meeting his thrusts and I clench around his fingers hard. 

“Gonna cum huh?” Harry detaches his lips from me looking up at me as I nod my head furiously. 

“Yeah.” I whimper and he moves his body up continuing the movement of his fingers. 

“Bring your knees up.” He demands and I listen planting my feet on the bed, freeing his other hand. He leans over me his face so close to mine as his free hand wraps around my throat. My back arches again making him grip my throat harder to keep me in place. 

“Just a fair warning, once you cum you’re not going to stop.” He whispers into my ear his grip loosening on my throat as my lips part in shock. He presses his forehead against mine as he moves his body closer ramming his fingers into me. 

“Come on be a good girl and cum for me, baby.” He orders, lips barely skimming my own as my back arches. His hand follows my movements before his grasp around my throat leaves moving to my stomach and pressing down. A long moan escapes me as I connect my eyes to his and as soon as they connect I knew I was a goner. 

The pressure in my stomach bursts and a wave of pleasure washes over me as I drop back down onto the bed. Moans escape me as his fingers continue working me through the high. As I start to come down my body screams at the overstimulation and I go to grab his hand to stop his movements but he grabs my wrist pinning my arm down onto the bed. 

“I already told you, you’re not stopping.” He smirks at me as my mouth falls open again in pleasure as I try to catch my breath. 

“Harry.” I breathe out as my stomach contracts making me moan. Not long after my first orgasm, my second one blindsides me making my free arm shoot up to Harry’s arm digging my nails in as my back lifts off the bed. I let out wild moans and he soaks them up leaning back to watch what he’s doing to me. I can hear the wetness every time he thrusts his fingers and I know he’s going to make me go for a third but I can’t my body is wrecked. 

“Harry, please. I can’t.” I beg, in between gulps of air and he slows his thrusts listening to me. He finally pulls his fingers out, licking them clean before leaning close to me. 

“You were right about one thing.” He whispers and I suck in a breath before replying. 

“What?” 

“I can’t resist you.” He finally says before pressing his mouth to mine. Our teeth clash as we both fight for control but he soon gains it slipping his tongue into my mouth. I moan into his mouth as his teeth nip at my bottom lip and I reach my hand out palming his cock. He moans into my mouth moving his hand to the back of my head to pull me closer to him. 

I continue stroking and palming his cock over his shorts until he groans against my lips. I pull back breaking the kiss as I sit up making him fall back on his knees. I grab the waistband of his shorts and boxers pulling it down and releasing his cock. Harry helps me take his pants off completely before I turn him around putting him where I was. When he’s in place I begin to observe his cock, his tip is bright red and leaking pre-cum. I spit into my hand before reaching out to his cock and wrapping my hand around it. 

Harry lets out a loud moan the moment I begin to stroke him dropping his head back in pleasure. I sit on my knees between his spread thighs as I swipe my thumb over his tip collecting the pre-cum. I continue stroking his cock and relishing in his moans before I decide I want to suck him off. I lean down to start but he wraps his hand in my hair stopping me. 

“I can’t handle your mouth right now.” He moans out and I nod. I sit back on my knees looking up at him through my eyelashes as I continue my movements. He locks eyes with me as I look up at him and his eyes roll back into his head. 

“Fuck. I’m going to cum.” He moans out dropping his head back slightly as I quicken my movements to pull him to the edge. I continue to stroke his cock and he lets out a loud moan before he starts cumming. His cum lands on my chest right above my breasts and he grabs my hand once the pleasure becomes too much. He drops back against the bed sucking in air and I sit back on my knees. Once he can finally be coherent again he sits up looking at me and groans. 

“You look so fucking sexy with my cum on your chest.” His eyes roam my body as I scoop some of his cum onto my fingers before licking it off and his eyes nearly roll back into his head. 

“Fuck off.” He groans dropping back onto his back leaving me to giggle as I climb off the bed. I turn on the bathtub in the room heating it to my desired temperature and letting it fill. Harry eventually finds his way to the bathroom wrapping his arms around me from behind as he kisses my neck. When the tub fills up I turn it off, getting into the water, and sighing as the hot water soothes my muscles. Harry dips his foot in yelping at the temperature making me laugh. 

“Jesus how are you not burning!” He asks in shock and I shrug my shoulders. He eventually makes his way in slipping behind me, making me sit in his lap. His arms wrap around me as we sit in comfortable silence as he places kisses on my neck and shoulders. 

“You know I could just slip my cock into you and no one would know.” He whispers in my ear making me laugh. 

“Way to ruin the moment.” I giggle shaking my head. “I’m sorry but I think the cameras would capture the reactions on our faces and know something's up.” I reason with him and he groans dropping his forehead onto my shoulder. 

“You’re right, but I hope you know the second these stupid rules don’t apply I’m fucking you out of this world.” He bites down on my neck making me yelp and I bring my hand up smacking his arm. 

“Oh, you better.” When the water turns cold we climb out of the bath, drying ourselves off and Harry heads back into the bedroom to grab our clothes. He comes back wearing his boxers before handing me just my t-shirt. I slip it on covering myself back up before he grabs my hand leading me back into the bedroom. He grabs the covers lifting them and letting me get into the bed. Once I get myself comfortable he follows suit pulling me into his arms. 

“I had a really good time.” I smile at him and he smiles back agreeing with me. My head rests on his chest and I let the beat of his heart lull me to sleep.

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The next day I woke up with a smile on my face. I woke up next to Harry and we spent the morning wrapped up in each other talking about anything and everything. I learned a lot about him and he learned a lot about me. We only get ready to leave the suite once the producers came and told us we had to go. 

On our way back Harry decided to head back to the bedroom and I decided to head down to the beach where I could see all the girls. He kissed my cheek goodbye and I head down, when the girls see me they start cheering. I sit down in a free chair as Ava jumps up ready to ask me questions. 

“I need all the details.” She looks at me with wide eyes and I chuckle taking a deep breath. All the girls are leaning toward me with interest, smiles lined across their faces except for Brooke. I tune her out as I begin. 

“I mean it was amazing. The suite is beautiful, it has a full-sized bed and in the bathroom, there's a bathtub but I mean that room is literally made to tempt you.” I tell the girls and some of them start to squeal. 

“We like talked a bit and played truth or dare to make it more interesting.” I smile as I remember what happened between us and Riley shoots up.

“Did he touch you?” she asks and I can’t hide the smile that forms on my face. 

“Yeah, he did. And it was worth every cent.” I flush at the memory before Kate pipes in. 

“Did you have sex?” I laugh a bit in shock at the question before shaking my head. 

“No, we didn’t.” I confirm and Ava and Riley jump up coming to hug me. 

“Girl! I’m so proud of you.” Ava nearly yells in my ear as she moves me side to side with her hug. Riley is the next one to praise me and Sage is the last one in line. 

“Yeah it was really hard, but I knew that we couldn’t go that far and Harry definitely knew too so that made it better to not just fuck him right then and there.” I explain and Sage squeezes my shoulder smiling. 

“Look at you growing.” Riley says seriously and I nod. 

“I’m really proud of myself. Before this I wouldn’t have even thought twice before having sex with him but even though we did lose money I feel both of us have grown through it.” Everyone sends me smiles before we get up and head inside. 

I run into the dressing room and get changed out of my clothes from last night before heading over to the cabana with everyone else. Harry and I sit next to each other seemingly having the same conversation with the boys as I did with the girls. His hand rests on my thigh as we wait for Lana to ding. 

“Hello. Harry and Y/N have breached the rules.” Lana says to no one's surprise. 

“Yeah, yeah just tell us how much we’ve lost.” Kate grumbles at Lana. 

“The list of offenses includes kissing.” Lana pauses as almost everyone awws for us. “Oral sex, and two counts of manual sex.” Ava lightly slaps my arm as I didn’t tell her the last couple of parts and I giggle sinking back into the couch. Harry grabs my hand squeezing it as we wait for Lana to tell us the damage. 

“Harry and Y/N’s actions have cost the group $17,000.” My mouth drops and I look at everyone's reactions. 

“Oh my god, I didn’t know it would cost that much!” I exclaim as Sage jeers us saying that everything was hopefully worth the money deduction. 

“But..” Lana speaks up over us and everyone goes silent. “Y/N and Harry were not the only ones who breached the rules last night.” Lana breaks the news to everyone and we all gasp. 

“Ava and Zayn, Louis and Sage, your kisses last night have cost the group $6000. Your prize fund now stands at $56,000.” Lana announces and I look over at Ava smacking her lightly. 

“Bitch you didn’t tell me!” I tease her and she rubs her arm with a pout on her face. 

“I didn’t have time too.” She defends herself and I let out a fake huff of betrayal. 

“Harry and Y/N. You failed the ultimate test of chastity. However, I do recognize that by not going all the way, you have demonstrated a level of growth that is encouraging, and you are forming a deeper connection.” Lana finishes turning off as everyone else begins to cheer. 

Louis pats Harry on the back as Ava engulfs me in a hug. After the meeting is over everyone goes their separate ways but Harry, Riley, Niall, and I all stay back at the cabana. 

We all talk and connect about being the only ones to have stayed together since the beginning and we also all plan to see each other once the retreat is over. 

When night falls upon us we all head back to the bedroom only this time Harry and I once again share a bed.

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hazel’s birthday;

this is a part of my dadrry!verse where harry is father of 4!

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Hazel Cherry Styles (8), Nathaniel Richard Styles (4), Caroline Grace Styles (4) & Rose Anne Styles.

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↳ tobesofineline he is so cute and charming! i saw him dancing to harry songs and i think it was the most adorable thing i saw on the whole tour

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Ice Cream Man - HS ONE SHOT

Summary: When the readers daughter is excited to hear the music from the local ice cream van the reader has no choice but to pay the ice cream man a visit but its not her usual local ice cream man.

Pairing: Ice cream man Harry x Reader

Warnings: None. Just fluff.

A/N: This is a little short and sweet instalment that I started agesss ago that I might make into a mini series. Its set in the 1960's London so please let your mind go wild for 1960's Harry.

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“Mummy the ice cream van is here!” My 5 year old daughter Charlotte squeals in excitement as she runs down the hallway and into the living room where I’m currently sat sewing up the hole in her school skirt. Charlotte leaps onto the arm of my chair and starts tugging at my arm, making me pause what I’m doing and put down the needle and thread. 

“Darling I’m sorry, mummy can’t get you ice cream today.” My fingers run through her dark hair, softly tucking the loose strands behind her ear. Her head drops in disappointment and it makes my heart break for her. “Mummy doesn’t have enough coins in her purse this week but next week you will get your ice cream, okay?” I reason.

Charlottes face suddenly lights up as she quickly jumps off me and runs off in a hurry. I hear the soft thumps of her footsteps upstairs as she rushes around obviously on a mission. In no time at all I hear her racing down the stairs and back into the living room holding her pink mini purse that she uses when she’s playing her game of ‘grown ups’. 

“Mummy come on I have my purse!” Her little hands reach for mine and tugs me to stand up. She might be small but she does have a good grip on her. I let out a chuckle as I let her lead me out the house, her excited laughs fill my ears and I can’t help but go along with her. She continues to drag me towards the ice cream van that’s still playing the playful music with a line of children patiently waiting. It’s the same van that comes weekly, every Friday at 4 but I can’t help but notice that the man serving the ice cream is different which is peculiar as for years it’s been the same man.  

“Mummy we’re next!” Charlotte exclaims, jumping up and down. 

“Hello what can I get for you today?” The man asks, smiling towards my daughter as she puts her hand on her chin as she scans the board that’s littered with pictures of all the treats for sale. 

“That one please.” She points. The man wastes no time in nodding and going to get her the frozen treat. In the meantime Charlotte is digging her hands in her purse and before I can stop her she is opening her hand up showing 3 buttons, a hard boiled sweet and single hair clip. The man visibly freezes, his eyes going from her hand to me before smiling. 

“Darling I don’t think the kind man can accept this-“ The man subtly shakes his head mouthing ‘its fine’ before softly chuckling. He turns around so his back is facing us so I take this as our cue to head back inside but I’m shocked when he turns to us again to hand me an ice cream covered in sprinkles. 

“Your daughter over paid me.” He grinned cheekily. “Please take it before it melts.”

“Mummy now we have matching ice creams!” Charlotte laughs while holding up her half eaten, half melted cone. She’s making a mess of it already. I take the ice cream off of the man and I can’t help but smile at his kindness, its a big difference compared to the other man that drives this van; he’s miserable. 

“What happened to Peter?” I ask. “He’s always driving this thing around even when he wasn’t selling.”

The man lightly laughs and nods his head agreeing with me. 

“He broke his leg, he’ll survive but in the meantime you have me for 6 more weeks.” He grins at me and I’m automatically grinning back at him. I feel a tug on my arm, making me look down at my daughter who’s mouth is covered in ice cream.

“Mummy its melting.” My eyes are snapping down at the cone and she’s right there’s cream running down the sides and without thinking I’m poking my tongue out and licking up the mess that has dripped down. I look towards the man who is now facing away from me wiping down the table in front of him. 

“Right my darling girl lets get you home so I can get you cleaned up in the bath.” Charlotte takes my hand in hers that is also covered in melted ice cream and I cringe at the sensation. “It was lovely meeting you…ah?”

“Harry.” He grins. Its only then I notice his dimples. 

“Harry.” I repeat, with a smile, testing out the name on my tongue. He looked like a Harry. 

I heard a huff followed by a tutting sound behind me which made the two of us look and see that there was a small queue starting to form behind me now. This was obviously our cue to start heading back home. I turned towards Harry again, giving him a playful eye roll which he laughed at.

“Come on, Lotts.” With Charlottes hand in mine I gently guided her towards the direction of our house. We had barely walked 4 steps when I heard Harry’s voice again. 

“I didn’t get your name!” I turned around, my walk slowing down.

“Y/N!” I yelled back, throwing him a smile before turning back around.

"See you soon Y/N!" My face hurt from smiling so much and my stomach twisted with butterflies.

“Mummy I like that man. So much nicer than Mr Peter.” Charlotte exclaimed before taking another big lick of her ice cream. 

“Yes I agree. I like him also.”

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Lost | Harry Styles

series

[part 5] [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4]

You were Harry’s neighbor. And someone that crawled her way through Harry’s life. But you thought the world of him, what happens when you realize he doesn’t? He loses you. And he’s lost.

Warnings : Swearing, Kissing, Heartbreaking. Short.

Containing : Mostly Angst, some fluff. Friends to Enemies to Idiots to lovers.

Pairing : You and Harry styles

You pushed open the glass doors and stomped out in the night. You wanted to scream out in the traffic, instead, you just groaned loudly. You didn't want this, you didn't want to be near him. It was just too painful to just be in his presence. Why was your mom doing this to you? Didn't she remember how you broke down near her feet as you told her everything? You hated him with every fiber of your being. You hated his beautiful green eyes. You hated his deep voice. You hated his curls, and you hated his citrus shampoo.

You wanted him to leave you alone.

But that didn't happen.

You quickly tried to get rid of your unshed tears as you heard heavy footsteps. Sighing, and taking a few steps forward, you stared into the traffic and listened to the horns. "Y/n-"

"I'm not going with you."

"I was thinking about the same thing. But you won't get a taxi in this traffic. You might wanna-"

You turned around sharply and looked at him. "I don't care! I'll find my way but I don't need you to take me, got it?" You said loudly enough to strike Harry of your anger but not enough to attract any attention. "Y/n please, I don't want you getting hurt." He said softly. You scoffed, the nerve of this guy. "You don't want me to get hurt? That's something I've never heard of!" You said coldly. Harry winced, your voice that he remembered to be so sweet was suddenly so unfeeling. His heart hurt more when he realized this was his doing.

He looked at you, "Please, Y/n." He whispered and took a step towards you. "Let me just take you home, and I won't bother you."

"Please! Why would I want to be a bother to you! Remember how seeing me pains you?" You cried. Harry clenched his jaw, remembering his own words. You were sniffling and shaking, you just wanted to rest. Harry took a careful step again, seeing that you were going to cry, he quickly took you in his embrace. You wanted to get out, you wanted to get out but you were too weak at the time. "No! No, no." You hit his chest, but he ran a hand through your hair and breathed in.

"Shhh, Shh. Calm down, baby." He cooed. You hated this, but you just wanted to let go and collapse onto his chest and sleep. "Let's go, yeah? Let's go." He said and half-carried you to his bike. You whimpered as you sat on his bike. He kissed your forehead, sitting on the bike, he gently took both of your hands and wrapped them around his waist so you would be leaning on his back. You sighed as you rested your body on his back, you took in a long breath of his scent with the fresh air, and closed your eyes. "It's going to be okay. Ok?" He said and started the engine.

You just remembered how the wind combed through your hair, and Harry's cologne.

.....

You felt warm. You felt relaxed. You felt covered and comfortable. You exhaled through your nose, moved, and laid there. You breathed in and exhaled calmly, your lungs being filled with the scent of jasmine and gasoline. Dewdrops, and a hint of gasoline. It reminded you of home. You sighed and looked up to the ceiling. Wait a minute. You suddenly got up and looked around. You were home. You got off the bed and looked around. Not a thing had changed.

You chuckled and bit the tip of your thumb as you saw the small drawings you made on the walls. The polaroids you stuck above your desk. You briefly ran your hand on them and then turned around, only to be met with the window. The window that had your daisies, the window from which you would talk to him, the window that held so many bittersweet memories.

You stepped towards it, touching the pink curtains that you loved. It reminded you of how you were not embarrassed to be yourself. You bit your lip, you hoped that the daisies you planted were not dead, but they were likely. You sighed and grabbed them and opened them. You were hit with a ray of sunshine. You covered your eyes with your hand and then smiled, your heart filling with joy. Home. You chuckled quietly and looked down only to be shocked when you saw your daisies quite lively.

"Oh my god!" You said, your voice low. You gently touched them and smiled. They were blooming, just like you were. It felt so good to be home. You looked up and your breath hitched when you saw his window. His curtain was open and he was pacing around, brushing his teeth. Shirtless. You took in a deep breath, as you stared at him. You tried to look around, but damn, when did he get so ripped.

You coughed rapidly trying to shrug off your thoughts. What the fuck was that?

You looked away, flushed when Harry noticed your cough. His eyes widened and he quickly put a shirt on, gargled and came to the window. "Hey-"

"I'm going to the hospital, thanks for last night, but that's it." You said sharply. Your heart clenched when you saw his pained expression. "Yeah," He whispered. "Bye." You turned around and breathed heavily, this is not a time to cry. You needed to shower. You quickly showered, put on a white top and a flannel, and headed straight towards the hospital. You sighed and got out of your house, a sneeze sneaking up your nose. You knew you shouldn't have washed your hair, you cursed. You looked around waiting for a taxi.

You rolled your eyes. You forgot that taxi's didn't roam at your part of town, you'd either go by your bicycle or...Harry would take you. But that was long ago. You looked around, shit, how were you gonna go to the hospital.

"You need a ride?"

You swore loudly again, your heart jumping. You looked in front of you, to see none other than Roger Brown. "You live here?" You ask him. "Well, good morning to you too miss," He snarled sarcastically. You rolled your eyes and raised your eyebrows. "Yes, I live here. Now, do you want a ride?"

You shook your head. "Why didn't you tell me? You could've taken me home.."

"Now, now. Doesn't that seem forward?" He said, and winked. You gave a not-so amused look and suddenly came forward, opening the door harshly and then sitting in it. You resisted the urge to smirk when you saw his priceless, alarmed, caught off guard expression.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" He shook his head and put on a charming smile. "You are something." He said and fired the engine but as you heard it, you bit your lip. You looked outside the window, your head leaning on your hands and you kept them on the window sill and your hair literally flying when he drove off...and not noticing the pained expression on Harry's face as he watched you both drive off.

.....

Harry sighed as he plopped down on his bed. His mind was hurting from overthinking. He massaged his temple, and closed his eyes. But every time he closed his eyes, you would haunt him. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw you. You biting your lip, you smiling and giggling, you in his purple football shirt that's too big for you, you being shy, you when you were 15, you when you were 9 and begging him to come with him at the carnival. And you as you looked today, so, so beautiful. Just you.

He didn't know what was happening to him.

When he saw you last night, his heart leaped out of his chest. The first time his eyes met yours, he felt like he couldn't breathe. Your eyes were so mesmerizing, their shade was amazing. It was like a beautiful painting that had come to live. And even if you were so exhausted and traveled so far, you still looked so fucking pretty.

Harry gulped and opened his eyes. What was he thinking? He breathed in, and got up. He clenched his jaw when he thought of that doctor who offered you a ride. He rolled his neck, it was nothing. They're just friends.

And what gives you the right to be angry at her? His mind scowled at him. He knew that. He had no right to be upset at that, you can be with anyone you like. He ran a hand through his hair. Anyone. That didn't exactly sit well with him. He shook his and weakly got up. He cuddled into his shirt, that had your scent all over it. It made him feel comfortable.

Harry snapped back, and walked down the stairs. "Hey dipshit! Did you know y/n's back?!"

"Gem-"

Harry cleared his throat and awkwardly stared at the ground as Gemma asked him. "Why are you acting strange-" He avoided her gaze. He really didn't want her to know he had already met you, in the kind of conditions no one would anticipate. He embarrassingly pouted when Gemma gasped, realization hitting her. "You already knew?! Is she here yet?! Dude!" She yelled but seeing as Harry looked more guilty, she tilted her head. "You've already met her, haven't you?"

.....

Harry rolled his eyes as his sister practically ran at the hospital when he told you what exactly had happened, except a few details here and there. He walked slowly behind her but she scoffed at him and took grasp of his hand, practically dragging him. He yelped when he was about to hit a wall. "Gemma-Could you-ahh! Oh my god, I'm sorry, miss-ah!" He stuttered and apologized to people in between. But then he just gave up and let Gemma drag him.

Harry looked up ahead to see your mother. "Mrs. L/n!!! Help me!" She looked up, alarmed but turned into a grin when she saw Gemma. "Hello dear!" Gemma's face lit up when she saw your mother, and she pulled her hand and hugged your mother. "Hi! How are you? How's uncle?"

"Oh, I'm fine." She dismissed jokingly. "And your uncle is perfect, as he said. He's asleep for now, but he said he wanted ice cream when he woke up. I protested but the doc said it's okay to eat ice cream and stuff now and then, but in a small amount. So, here I am buying cookie ice cream." Gemma giggled. "That's good! Oh and who's the doctor?"

"A guy named Roger Brown, tall, dark, and not that handsome," Harry grumbled. Gemma was taken aback by his response and gave him a weird look, while your mother just slightly smirked. "What?"

"Gemma? Gemma!!" Harry's head snapped into the direction of your voice. He looked at you grin at his sister and run towards her, as she did the same. Harry would've rolled his eyes at you if this were to happen before, but right now Harry was too preoccupied being mesmerized by your shining eyes. He didn't realize he was staring at you, when suddenly he was nudged by your mother.

He cleared his throat, interrupting your hugs and squeals. You furrowed your eyebrows at him as you pulled back from Gemma. "Oh my god, how are you!? And how's LA? Ooh and did you meet any boys???" Gemma rambled while Harry gave her a not-so amused look, greatly annoyed by the last question. You giggled at her, and side-hugged her. "Well, there was someone..." you muttered.

What the fuck?

Who was this someone?

Gemma squealed, "Really?" You shook your head. "Well, not exactly 'was', I just met him yesterday." Harry's ears started ringing. He knew exactly who you were talking to. And he didn't like it. He glared behind you, Dr. Roger Brown was walking his way towards you. Harry watched as you went towards him, a smile etched across your beautiful face, as you introduced him to Gemma. He glared at the way Dr. Roger Brown deeply chuckled, and slightly caressed your waist. He looked at the way you blushed at him, making his heart tighten again.

He hated it, he hated it because that was the way you blushed at him.

.....

"Are you ready?" Your mom asked you. You blushed and looked at yourself in the mirror and twirled, and then turned back to your mom and nodded. Your mom smiled at you, "You're looking beautiful, my love." You smiled at her. "Thanks, mom." She led you by your waist. You walked down the stairs, holding your dress and saw your father standing in the kitchen making a sandwich. "Hello there." He said and you swayed from side to side shyly. "Oh honey, you look beautiful." He said and hugged you. "Come on, your ride is here." You blushed as you realized who your ride was.

You had developed a crush on him, and although you were trying to move on cause somehow you knew that he would never feel the same, your heart beating was fast. You carefully stepped out the door, and walked towards the car, your eyes focusing on the ground.

"Holy fuck." Were Harry's words when he saw you.

You looked up, your eyes shining. Your beautiful dress hung down, and the beautiful lilac shade that you wore made you look brighter, somehow. The innocent off-shoulder neckline adorned with flowers made you look so lovely. And the way your hair was put up just made you prettier. Harry breathed, not knowing why his heart was freaking the hell out.

You looked like a fucking princess.

You looked like such a pretty princess.

Harry gulped in, and then looked at Gemma who nudged him. He looked back at you and bit his lip. "You look v-very beautiful." He said. You blushed under his intense gaze. "Thank you," You said, your voice low. Gemma rolled her eyes at her brother and pushed him towards you. After giving Gemma a 'seriously?' look, he walked towards you and held out his hand out for you to take. You shyly took it and let him lead you towards the car. You sighed as you got in and looked back at your father and waved at him as Harry started the engine. "Bye, have fun, honey!!"

"Thanks dad!"

You smiled prettily and looked in front of you, as Harry drove off in the jeep. You sighed as your heart thudded hard against your chest in the quiet night. Harry looked at you, as the moon shined on you. He breathed in again deeply, not understanding why he was nervous. "Look-" He started to speak. But you just shook your head, knowing exactly what he was going to say. "I know you're going to just dance with me for one song for convenience and then go to your group. Could you just come back when I have to go home and not leave me there?" Harry's words stuck in his throat. He didn't know why but seeing so broken yet smiling made his throat constrict with pain. He nodded at your directness and stayed in silence as you looked outside the window again, lost in your own world.

After you reached the school for the prom. You were surprised but hid it well when Harry got out and opened the door for you. "You don't have to do that just to show, Harry. I don't care." You said, not noticing Harry's taken aback expression. Harry let out an exasperated sigh, gently took your hand, and led you to the hall. You looked at Harry and blushed. He looked so amazing. His long hair was as greasy as ever, making him look hotter, with the suit being a great factor. His green eyes were so beautiful.

You got in the hall and took a deep breath. A bit overwhelmed by the loud music and the lights and all of the students dancing and talking. You took a shaky breath, which Harry noticed, and glanced at you, somewhat concerned. You took in another deep breath when you saw the popular crowd staring at you and Harry judgmentally. You suddenly felt conscious, and you got your hand out of Harry's grip and rubbed the forearm of your other arm, and sighed. You weakly smiled at Harry and gestured at the punch.

"I'm going to get something."

Harry stared at you speeding off. What the hell happened to you? He went towards the crowd in the middle who was dancing and spotted one of his friends, who called him over. He smiled at him briefly and nodded and went over him, hoping that would get his mind over you, but unfortunately it didn't.

You were near the food table, sulking as your hand reached the cheetos. You looked over to the big crowd of people, dancing, singing, laughing. You hated that they never included you. You hated the feeling of loneliness. You hated to pretend that you have Harry and that he's never gonna leave you. But that wasn't true, was it? Nobody ever knew that sometimes you would choke up while trying to keep your tears in, why? Because everybody hated you for being you.

Even the guy that you loved.

Your head shot up. Loved? You internally groaned. Why did this have to happen to you? You stuffed your mouth with more chips and munched on them loudly. But then you froze when you heard someone groan. "Stop stuffing your mouth with chips and let's go, love." He said, his voice disinterested. "Why are you here?" You squeaked out as his hand slowly reached out to your cheek and wiped out of some crumbs.

"Well, I promised you a dance, idiot." You blushed as he said that, and he slightly smirked, kind of knowing what kind of effect he had on you. You looked down, as he led you and gasped as he pulled you close. Your eyes slowly went higher than his chest to his deep green orbs. Harry looked at you and saw you flushed, gaping at him too. He liked the way you blushed at him, knowing that he was the only person who could do that.

.....

Your eyes glanced at Harry, who was already gaping at you, his nose turning red. You scrunched your eyebrows in concern, why was his nose turning red? You looked back at Roger, who smiled back at you. "Nice to meet you, Gemma." He said and turned to you. "I have to get back to my patient, but would you like to join me for Jell-O break at 2 o'clock maybe?" He asked hopefully. You grinned at his requested and nodded. "Sure."

Harry looked away from the scene to the ward where your father laid. He sighed and walked towards it. He looked through the small window to see your father sleeping with a remote in his hand. Harry walked in quietly and stepped towards the bed, and slowly took the remote out of his hands, making sure not to wake him up and kept it on the bedside table. "You know he likes it on, don't turn it off."

"I know." There was a silence between the both of you as your eyes drifted from his figure and your father's, to the window in front of you. You looked at the clouds, the weird shapes and the unique white that coloured them, and the way they were scattered across the blue sky. "Harry." He took in a sharp deep breath and turned at you. "Yeah?"

"Do you really care about my father?" Harry smiled and scoffed. You scrunched up your nose, your heart beating as you found his smile ever so sweet. "Of course, I do." He says, his voice deep. He turned his head to look at your father once again and back at you. You nodded at his reply and felt your mind softening it's opinions about him. "Harry, last night-"

"Can you not call me that?" He asked. You looked at him, confused by his question. "Why?"

"I was so used to you calling me Haz or Curly hair, that I forgot how my name was pronounced out of your mouth." Your ears and cheeks tinted pink at that. You swallowed and bit your lip. "Maybe you have to earn that." Harry's eyebrows raised up, and he turned back to you. "What do you mean?" You sighed deeply and looked around the room, and back at your father sleeping. "You better be true when you say that you care for my father." Is all that you say. "We can be acquaintances." You said and walk out of there.

Harry stood there in shock. Did you just say that and walk out of here? He sighed and looked at the door. You sighed and rested your head on the door. Little did you know, so did he.

At this point in both of your lives, you didn't what was going to happen. It was unclear and confusing to you, yet you both went on. You didn't know the outcome of this, of giving Harry a chance or considering dating Roger, but you just wanted to go with the flow. Overthinking was a sickness that everybody goes through, and right now both of you were literally living it. Your heart always pounded with fear as you thought about your parents, about your father.

You didn't know what was going to happen to him, will life give him a chance or not? Life was unpredictable, and you knew it. You had to live through it. You had to face this. And you weren't the only one, you will have many other people with you. The ones you love. And maybe that included Harry.

.....

You sighed and sat on the bench outside the hospital, your fingers rubbing your forehead. Your mother was asleep, and Gemma had gone home because she had some business to attend to. Harry was beside your father, in case he woke up. You looked at the sky, your head not clear. You were having very negative thoughts. Not about your father, no. About you being a good daughter. When you saw the way Harry cared for your father, your heart ached. What if he was more caring than you? What if you were totally wrong about him?

You didn't remember how it used to be between them.

"Hey."

You looked up, your heart startled. "Roger.." You sighed and got up. Heat crept up your neck and cheeks as he put a loose strand behind your ear. "You look really pale, are you okay?" He said, and immediately his hand went up to your forehead, your eyes widened at him. "Sorry, habit." You laughed softly and pinched Roger's cheeks. He blushed and you kissed his cheek. Roger gazed into your eyes and you felt shy under his stare. You looked into his grey eyes, as storming as ever, but they were not as lively as Harry's.

what the fuck. Your breath hitched and you suddenly stepped back as you tried to clear your head. Roger broke out of his trance. To give you space he stepped back a bit. What the hell was that? You looked back to Roger who looked at you, concerned. "Y/n, are you sure you're okay?"

You nodded quietly. He briefly touched your shoulders- and then caressed your cheek. "Anyway, are we on tonight?"

You smiled at him, "Definitely."

Suddenly, you heard his beeper go out. "I'm sorry, I have to go." You shook your head and gestured for him to go on. He looked at you and smiled wholeheartedly- but you gasped when he suddenly grabbed your neck and kissed your cheek. "Wish me luck!" He ran back.

You stood there, shocked for two seconds, and then chuckled. You walked off, touching your cheek, excited for your date.

.....

You stood there behind the crowd, hiding near the extra chairs. You could not bear to look at the cluster of people who danced around, happy while you felt so...empty.

After that dance, Harry saw Cassie- the popular cheerleader person. You, personally thought that she was not a good person at all. You remembered all the times she made you the center of attention and laughed at you because of your lack of friends which you tried to deny, but you didn't. For this guilty feeling stuck in your throat, telling them that Harry was your best friend will not make Harry happy.

Was he even your friend?

You looked around, the loud music making you uneasy. This is what you aren't supposed to feel. Be normal, they say. You're supposed to be accompanied by your date- rather your alleged best friend.

Why were you still pretending?

You hated feeling lonely at heart, when you knew nobody was on your side, beside you, supporting you. You already knew- but you still pretended, perhaps because you loved him too much and didn't want to let him go, or because you didn't want to feel like that.

And the longer you tried to hide your feelings for him, the harder it hit you that he wasn't truly your friend at all.

.....

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Take Me Out to the Ballgame

Word Count: 500+

Warnings: inappropriate innuendos

a/n: very short one shot that is just supposed to be funny!! if you know what inspired this… heyyyyy lmao also i didn’t revise this and wrote it in like 15 min so…. sorry if it’s bad lmao

(also - Benihana is a japanese restaurant if you are unaware !!)

enjoy!

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“I would love to eat at your sushi restaurant.”

“Literally, shut up. Please.”

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As busy as Harry was, he still managed to find some free time for himself while on tour. Especially now that Y/N was on tour with him. If tour was all work and no play, it would definitely not be very enjoyable.

Harry currently had a few days off from his residency shows at Madison Square Garden in New York City, so he planned some things for Y/N and him to do. Some dates, if you will. They rarely were able to go on “normal” dates, but they didn’t mind. Harry just wanted to take some time away from his work life to spoil his girl.

Baseball had never really been his thing, but catching a game at Yankee Stadium was something fun that the two of them could definitely enjoy together.

It was just the two of them. Jeff had hooked them up with the best suite directly behind homeplate, so even if the game wasn’t that interesting, at least the environment they were in was nice.

“It is so fucking hot today.”

“You’re hot.”

“I always am, H. But right now I’m sweating in places sweat shouldn’t be, so flattery won’t get you anywhere.”

“Well,” he laughed, “why don’t we go walk around the suite level? Cool off and find something to eat?”

“Sounds perfect.”

They walked around the suite level taking in all the iconic Yankee images lining the walls and browsing at the numerous food options.

Yankee Stadium was known for having an array of food options. Every season they have a chef come up with creative items to add to their menu in order to add an extra level to the ballpark experience.

Even with all these new and fun food options surrounding them Y/N found herself just wanting a good old fashioned hot dog. A baseball game classic.

Harry, however, had something else in mind.

“Oh my god, is that a Benihana?”

Y/N turned her head, perplexed to see that Harry indeed was pointing out a Benihana in the ballpark. “Who the hell gets sushi at a baseball game?” she asked, with her eyebrows pulled together in a slight intrigued, yet mostly disgusted look.

“I’m not sure, but I feel legally required to eat at a sushi restaurant when I see one anymore,” Harry responded as he shrugged and started to make his way to the front of the Benihana.

Y/N followed close behind him, “I don’t know if I would consider ballpark sushi a sushi restaurant…” she paused, “even if it is branded as a Benihana.”

“Hmmm,” Harry pondered at the sight of the Benihana in front of him before turning to face Y/N with an alarming smirk on his face. “Ya know where I would actually love to eat?”

Slightly scared by his demeanor, Y/N hesitantly responded, “…Where?”

“I would love to eat at your sushi restaurant.”

Y/N looked at Harry, eyes wide and jaw dropped as he looked at her innocently.

“Literally, shut up. Please,” she said, still adorning a shocked look on her face at Harry’s prudeness.

“You’ve lost your sushi privileges all together. We are getting hotdogs.”

Harry chuckled before responding, “If you want my weiner, all you have to do is ask, love.”

[puffpasstea]

MASTERLIST

Below, you'll find a master list of all of my writing: full-length fics, blurbs, concepts, etc. Feedback is ALWAYS SO APPRECIATED, so please feel free to come talk to me! 🥰❤️

FULL LENGTH FICS

Matilda (Complete)

Satellite (Complete)

50 Ways To Leave Your Lover (On going)

STAND-ALONE ONE SHOTS

Jealous Guy

Breakup Angst

Harry and his love reconnecting*

Denial*

Overstimulation*

She's depressed and Harry tries to help

He's harsh during sex*, pt 2

Don't Worry Darling Premiere

Dom-Drop

CONCEPTS

Cuddling with Harry

Night In

The first time they sleep together

Red Carpets with Harry

Shopping

Lazy Sunday

[harrrystyles-writing]

Oii, pode juntar os tipos? Acabei de ver uma parte de DWD com o H se ajoelhando e abraçando a Flo e queria um com o Fluff 16 e 15 angust.

Frases: Ouça, eu perdi muitas pessoas na minha vida, eu aprendi a lidar com isso, mas você é diferente, eu não aguento se for você, não posso te perder.// Tudo o que eu sempre quis foi um lugar para pertencer. Um lugar que eu pudesse chamar de lar. E você me deu isso. Porque você é minha casa

Aviso: Não pretendo fazer uma segunda parte! Isso é só pura angústia para chorar um pouco.

MASTERLIST ✨

Harry Concept #4

Nada parecia mais ser suficiente, você não podia mais mentir para si mesma, Harry sempre colocou seu trabalho antes de sua família, como competir com seu sonho? Ele esteve em turnê nos últimos 6 meses e você estava em casa sozinha, as ligações que eram diárias passaram a ser uma vez por semana, as noites eram solitárias, somente o vazio do lado da sua cama, as lágrimas transbordando de seus olhos enquanto queria desesperadamente rolar para segurá-lo, mas estava apenas vazio.

Você ainda o amava?

As três palavras que costumavam fazer seu coração acelerar já não pareciam significar mais nada.

"Você vem?" Choramingou ao telefone em mais uma ligação semanal.

"Sinto muito," Uma voz profunda e rouca e cansada transpareceu do outro lado.

Você suspirou suavemente, revirando os olhos, tentando ignorar seu aborrecimento.

"Mas Harry é nosso aniversário de casamento, você já perdeu ano passado."

"Você sabe como é meu trabalho, eu não posso me dar o luxo de voltar para casa toda vez que você quer."

"6 meses Harry! Eu não te vejo a 6 meses."

"Eu já disse que poderia vir se quisesse."

"Não é questão de querer Harry, eu tenho um trabalho, uma vida em Londres, não posso deixar tudo isso para seguir você."

"Então não me cobre algo que nem você mesma se dispõe a fazer" O tom dele era irritadiço.

"Não se lembra a última vez que nos vimos? Eu fui atrás de você na Itália, se dependesse de você sabe que lá quanto tempo ainda estaríamos separados, 8 meses? Um ano?"

"Eu não estou em condições de ficar discutindo com você agora."

"Você sempre tá."

"O que está insinuando?"

"Nada, Harry, te vejo semana que vem."

"Então, sobre isso, eu não vou poder ir."

"Sério?" Meu tom de voz aumentou. "Harry! Eu cansei! Você vai perder nosso aniversário de casamento daqui a dois dias, não vai nem se dar o trabalho de vir na próxima semana! Você prometeu Harry!"

"Eu trabalho muito para trazer dinheiro para sustentar a enorme casa que você sempre sonhou, suas roupas caras não vêm do nada, não é? Sua vidinha boa vem de mim, você não entende isso não é?" Ele jogou de volta. "Tudo o que eu faço é por você."

"Eu trabalho Harry, não diga como se não fizesse nada."

"Querida, seu trabalho não sustenta a vida de luxo que você vive."

A raiva estava fervendo dentro você agora, as lágrimas encheram sua linha d'água, você nunca pensou que esse casamento seria tão ruim.

"Eu quero", suspirou asperamente. "Eu quero divórcio."

"Um divórcio? Você só pode estar de brincadeira comigo" Harry Indagou furioso. "Sei que não tenho sido o melhor ultimamente, mas faço isso por você, porque eu amo você, me preocupo com você, não precisamos nos divorciar, nós vamos resolver isso, como sempre fizemos."

"Eu não te amo mais, Harry, não me lembro quando parei, mas parei, pensei que isso iria mudar, mas não mudou, só vamos acabar com isso logo."

Harry ficou chocado, ele não sabia o que dizer, ele estava lá parado em seu camarim antes de um show começar, com seu coração prestes a desmoronar.

"Tchau, Harry! Quando viver para casa, se viver, só assine os papéis, eu não estarei mais aqui."

"S/n." Ele tentou dizer, mas seu telefonema já havia se encerrado.

1 Semana depois.

"Nenhuma notícia dela?" Gemma do outro lado do sofá perguntou.

Essa tinha sido a pergunta que Harry vem se fazendo desde que veio correndo para Londres por você, nenhuma ligação, nenhuma mensagem, nenhuma palavra sua. Você não deixou ele se aproximar de nenhuma forma e isso estava o matando lentamente.

Harry balançou a cabeça em negação tentando não chorar por foder tudo o que ele tinha de bom em sua vida. Gemma veio até ele, dando-lhe um abraço apertado.

"Ei, eu sei o quanto isso é ruim e sei o quanto você a ama, mas você não pode continuar assim, talvez seja a hora de vocês seguirem em frente."

"Eu sei, mas não sei o que fazer, eu a amo, eu não posso deixá-la ir." afirmou.

"Então corre atrás dela! Faça tudo para salvar o que resta de vocês."

"Como?"

"Eu não sei, não fui eu quem fudeu tudo." Ela deu os ombros. "Mas tenta ligar para o trabalho dela, talvez ela atenda."

"Ok."

10…12…15 ligações para o seu trabalho.

Depois de tanta insistência da parte de Harry, você finalmente aceitou a ter uma conversa civilizada com ele, foi difícil voltar a rua que já era familiar, como também ver que tudo ainda parecia igual, tudo exatamentecomo você deixou antes de partir.

"Oi." Um sorriso surgiu nos lábios de Harry ao abrir a porta.

"Oi." Você não deu o mesmo sorriso a ele. "Posso entrar?"

"Claro." Ele diz lhe dando espaço para entrar. "Aceita um chá ou algo para beber?"

"Vamos direto ao ponto, eu não quero ficar aqui mais do que o necessário."

"Tudo bem." Ele abaixou a cabeça te guiando até a sala onde sentaram um olhando para o outro.

"Aqui está." Você tirou os papéis de sua bolsa entregando a ele. "Pode ler se quiser."

Harry tinha uma expressão de tristeza estampada em seu rosto ao pegar o documento de sua mão, ele folhou alguns minutos antes de começar a falar.

"Por que você não aceitaria a divisão de bens?" Ele perguntou baixinho. "Por que deixar tudo para mim?"

"Eu não quero dinheiro, casa, nada, eu não me casei com você por isso, então não vou levar nada que seja seu."

"Mas você vai precisar se quer reconstruir sua vida."

"Tenho um emprego e algumas economias, não se preocupe que ficarei bem."

"Mas eu não, eu não posso fazer isso." Ele se aproximou.

"Harry." Você recuou levantando-se assim que às mãos dele tocaram em você.

Harry se ajoelhou em sua frente, passou o braço em volta de sua cintura com cuidado, por um segundo você cedeu, deixando ele abraçá-la, ele fechou os olhos sentindo seu cheiro pela última vez.

"Ouça, eu perdi muitas pessoas na minha vida, eu aprendi a lidar com isso, mas você é diferente, eu não aguento se for você, não posso te perder." As mãos dele passeavam por seu braço sentia sua pele tão macia, à qual ele nunca mais tocaria.

"Harry, você já me perdeu." Sua voz estava trêmula. "A cada noite em que você não esteve lá por mim, você foi me perdendo aos poucos, em cada vez que você escolhia não atender ou nem se quer responder uma mensagem, sabe como dói ter notícias do seu marido dos companheiro de banda? Não finja que se importa agora, é tarde demais."

"Não" Ele respondeu de volta. "Não diga isso." disse ele enquanto a abraçava com mais força, fazendo com que um soluço escapasse de seus lábios. "Ainda podemos dar um jeito, me perdoe."

"Eu não posso, eu quero o homem por quem me apaixonei há 3 anos, eu quero o homem que chorou em nosso casamento, eu quero aquele Harry de volta." Você respondeu enquanto olhava para ele ajoelhado no chão. "Mas sabe que não é igual a como era antes."

"Por favor." Ele implorou." Nós ainda podemos ser como éramos." A voz trêmula, deixava seu coração em pedaços. "Tudo o que eu sempre quis foi um lugar para pertencer. Um lugar que eu pudesse chamar de lar. E você me deu isso. Porque você é minha casa." Você podia ver as lágrimas caindo de seus olhos quando ele olhou diretamente para você." Não me deixe agora."

"Por favor, não torne isso mais difícil." Você tirou a mão dele de você, assim que uma lágrima insistiu a cair você limpou rapidamente para evitar chorar na frente dele.

"Amor." Deu um último suspiro antes de esconder o rosto entre as mãos e chorar.

Você nunca o viu tão desolado em sua vida, mas para ser honesta, você já nem se importava.

"Só assine os papéis."

Muito obrigado pela leitura! Se você gostou, por favor, considere deixar algum feedback, opinião, sugestão, idea AQUI isso significa muito para mim.💕

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[watermelonsugacry]

Y/n applying lotion on his torso..!

It would be last minute..and he would run to her and be like

‘Be quick’

NO BC THIS IS THE DOMESTIC SHIT THAT GOES ON ALL THE TIME WHEN THEY'RE ON TOUR TOGETHER

Ever since the couple has arrived to their hotel room, YN has been bugging him about applying sunscreen to his torso. Especially now more than ever since he chooses to basically go topless on stage (she'll never complain about that) while playing in an outdoor venue in Barcelona.

The first time she brought it up was in their hotel bathroom. Harry, fresh out of the shower with nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips, was busy untangling the necklaces around his neck when his wife comes into the room. She holds the bottle out to him with a suggestive tone and a raise of her brow.

He stands frozen for a second, eyeing the sunscreen with a contemplative hum before decidedly shaking his head.

"M'good, baby. Thank you."

She narrows her gaze at him, flickering her eyes from the bottle to her husband, before saying, "M'gonna bring it anyways."

YN turns on her heel but before she can fully leave the room, he reaches over and smacks the underside of her bum just to hear her squeak. He chuckles to himself when he sees her hand peek back into the room to show her middle finger at him.

The next time she brings up the sunscreen, is when he's doing a sound check later that day.

She watches from the sidelines, perched on top of an equipment box as she sits in on Harry and the Love Band rehearse before the show tonight. The yellow sunnies sitting on her face help block some of the glare from the bruiting sun reflecting from the massive stage. Everyone has the same idea along with shorts and some type of short sleeve top for their attire.

As much as YN loves to watch Harry in a white tank top, black Ray Bands, and a clip securing his curls on the top of his head, she wants nothing more than to sooth his tan skin with a protective layer of SPF.

While Harry talks some things over with Pauli and the horns ensemble, YN perks up when Sarah waves her over.

Harry's eyes flick over to his wife up on the platform with his drummer, helping apply lotion to the top of Sarah's back before going back to his conversation.

Soon enough, YN's offering sunscreen help to the rest of the band like a mom at a soccer game. Even Mitch rubs some over his arms while YN dollops a blob on his nose. Everyone happily accepts her offer...well, almost everyone.

When the band rehearses Grapejuice, Harry waltz up to where his wife sits as he sings, "There's never been someone else so perfect for me."

When she waggles the bottle in his face, he gives her a cheeky smile, playfully grabbing and tossing the bottle to the side. Before she can even get one word out in protest, he tugs her off her seat and pulls her in close as he sings.

She tries to pull away as he brings them to the middle of the stage, but his grip on her is strong.

His high notes go wobbly as he giggles, watching as YN gives up her efforts to escape. Eventually, she succumbs to his swaying and lopsided smile and slow dances with her husband for the rest of the song.

The last time she brings up the sunscreen is in his dressing room. And this time around, she doesn't ask.

Harry is already dressed for the stage and was busy tying his shoe laces when his wife's heels come into view. Not even a second later, so does that damn sunscreen bottle.

"Put it on."

"M'fine. I don't need it." Harry tries to reason. "It's gonna be night time when I'm performing out there anyways."

He holds back the temptation to smile at her stubborn look but he knows that'll only make her frustrated. But given that the cute pinch in her brow is already there, he guesses there's no point in trying to hide his smirk.

Plus, it's really hard to not already have a pleased expression at the sight of her in a silk blue dress that was only waiting to be taken off of her body by the end of the night.

"I don't care. Put on the fookin' lotion."

"No."

"Your chest has been red since the last show."

"You look beautiful."

"You're getting sunburned!"

"No m'not."

Before he can get another out, YN presses the pad of her index finger into the a spot by the one of the shallows tattooed on his chest and he hisses at the sting from his inflamed skin. He bats her hand away and notices how the yellow imprint from her finger slowly fades back to red. Despite the clear indication that she's right, he still doesn't say anything.

Even married, he can't let go of his pride to being wrong to his love. He's denied her of her help all day that it would only embarrass him and make him look bad if he gives in now.

Knowing this herself, YN tucks her lips in with a shrug. She places the bottle on the vanity and decides to leave the matter alone. She tried, and if he needs to have aloe vera be applied to his skin when it begins to peel, well, he could do that himself.

Despite how frustrated, irritated or upset the two might be at each other before a show, they're never ones of break their traditional pre-show ritual.

She cups his face and presses a short kiss to her husband's lips.

"Have fun out there. You're gonna do great. I love you."

His mouth opens to say something, anything, as she turns to walk out the room, but no words come out. Instead, he's left to finish getting ready with the icky feeling of guilt settling in and that damn bottle staring back at him.

Before the show starts, YN and her manager, Jenny, walk backstage to get to their designated spot in the pit for family and friends. She turns her head to the sound of feet hitting the pavement and a call of her name.

She furrows her brows when she sees Jeff and her husband running up to her, his cropped blue vest in hand instead of on his torso.

"What's wrong? Everything alright?" YN's voice is laced with concern given that he's supposed to be moments away from being on stage.

"Be quick." He pants out of breath. She's confused for a moment at what he could possibly mean. It's when she looks at what he's shoved in her hand that it finally clicks. She's quickly popping the cap off the bottle and squirting some lotion in the palm of her hand. After handing the sunscreen to her manager, she rubs her hands together before lathering up his torso, his abs, his chest--anywhere she can cover.

"Aw did you have to put on a little sunny-screen because your mummy told you to?" Jeff teases in a baby voice before breaking out in a laugh, only to receive a slap on the arm from Jenny.

YN doesn't even hit him back with a witty comment. Too smug, smiley and occupied with smoothing the lotion over her husband's broad shoulders and down his arms to care. So much so, that she doesn't even notice when Lloyd takes a few quick pictures of the couple before running off to take his place on stage.

She rubs the remaining bits of lotion over the apples of his cheeks, his t-zone, and his nose before taking hold of his face to plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

"Okay, yeh all set."

He shakes his head at the smugness written all over her beautiful features. It shouldn't be a surprise to anyone how he always folds for her in the end, no matter how strong headed both of them are.

"You're lucky I love you."

"Please, you're the lucky one."

"Damn right I am," He grins at her giggle as he pulls her back in for another kiss. Too enthroned and stupidly in love with this woman, he doesn't think twice about cupping her cheek with one hand while his arm circles around her waist, deepening what was supposed to be a short and sweet kiss.

"Um, H?" Jeff calls after a moment. "You got a show to do, remember?"

"Mhm, yeah." Harry mumbles out of the corner of his mouth to not completely break the kiss, fully enclosing himself around his wife while her arms go around his neck. "Be there in a sec."

Jenny's back is the the couple, her hands clasped together as she looks up at the ceiling to give them their privacy. She already knows that its best to just let them be than trying to break them apart; for Harry's shows anyway. But when it comes for her singer, she's hustling YN to be on stage, ready to perform, and on time.

Jeff on the other hand is looking down the empty hallway, anxiously looking at the watch on his wrist before scratching at his brow. He spares a glance at the two with a pained expression.

"You Love Birds need to go on a second honeymoon or some something, you horny fucks."

"Way ahead of you, Jeffery."

Harry give a lopsided grin at YN's words, pressing another smearing kiss to her lips. The two weeks they used for their honeymoon back in January was barely enough time for anything before having to go back on their respected world tours. With both of their show numbers decreasing by the week, the married couple plans to go MIA for a very long time: drinking wine at their private villa in Italy, walking along the shore at their getaway beach house in Malibu, tangled under the sheets in their bedroom in France.

From their spot backstage, they can hear the field full of fans begin to scream in excitement as the intro video plays. Desperate, Jeff turns to the wife for some complacency. "Mrs. Styles? Unless you want your husband to be out of a job in the next 60 seconds?"

YN pulls away with a smile, biting her lip as her husband looks down at her like he's one kiss away from canceling the show.

"Think of me when you're out there." She closes her eyes when he bumps their foreheads together, nearly melting when he rubs their noses together; a soft and loving gesture despite the dirty thoughts swimming in his head.

"Always." Harry answers easily, bringing her hand to his lips and presses a kiss to the rock on her finger.

With a new sense of spunk and pump to be on stage, Harry throws a sly wink to his wife before maneuvering around her and walks towards the stage. YN's eyes linger on his back muscles as he lifts his arms in the air, looping them through the arm holes in his cropped vest.

His words are cheeky and light as he says over his shoulder, "You coming, Jeffery?"

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[imaddicted2hs]

ONE SHOT- Broken Mirror

Its going to be sad sad so brace yourself guys.

And yes hey, posting after like decades lmao. Its just a little something i have been feeling lately so if you wanna feel a lil sad, this is the one shot maybe.

Word Count- 1.4k

Warnings- Angst

Happy Reading!!

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I slowly breathe in as I mindlessly open my case. I grab the neck of my black guitar, pulling it out carefully. “You will play great y/n I know, don’t stress it too much yeah?” I give my friend a small tight lipped smile and look around to see if he’s there.

We don’t have the same class anymore but he has friends in my section so he often visits during the common break. I have spent nights memorising this very song by heart. I learned to play it on guitar so that I could sing it all out, all my feelings for him. But it will be like a knife was stabbed in my heart if he doesn’t show up. I notice a few heads turn towards me as I sit on the desk, positioning my guitar. I feel the coarse strings on my fingertips as I hold some random chords and give it a light strum. Before beginning with it I quickly glance at the door and to my surprise I make eye contact with him. It’s so quick that I barely see anything other than his green orbs looking at me and his body leaning at the door frame basically effortlessly. Without giving it a second thought I start strumming the intro attracting a few more half interested peeps around me. I get lost in singing right away because I have always felt those lyrics deep in my bones. I was in no way a singer but I was fine enough to not make other people’s ear bleed and sound tolerable if there was light music in the background.

“I wanna taste his lips, yeah cause they taste like you, I wanna drown myself in a bottle of his perfume.”

I made sure to change the pronouns as I sang the song and I tried my best, I really did, to not turn my head to the left as I said the you part but it was almost like my actions were out of my control. Ofcourse I regretted doing that because as soon as I turned my head, he stared right at me and I saw his eyebrows shoot up, which was almost unnoticeable, but I caught the slight surprise in his eyes. Regardless I continued and it felt like the song ended too fast or I swallowed a whole verse or something but maybe I was just being paranoid. My idiotic brain made sure to not skip looking at him at any of the ‘yous’. It was almost embarrassing because I felt like a few people noticed it. I strum the last chord and let it echo as I pull my hand away and smile at the small crowd in front of me. I didn’t even notice that I’d attracted a good amount, probably around 50 people, as I played. Not even a second later I heard a small applause and my friend's rushing words like “dude how” or “damn girl” as she gave me a side hug. I didn’t have the guts anymore to look at him again and my only friend who knew about him gave me a sympathetic look which I just shrugged to in response. So what really was the deal? Harry Styles. The boy I have liked since 7th grade, which means it’s been almost 5 years now. We were not strangers no but we weren’t close friends either. The dynamic we had was too confusing for me to understand properly. We actually did pretty great when it came to texting but it all came down to puddles of awkwardness and almost forced conversation whenever we tried to talk face to face. It wasn’t like that for the first year I’d met him but after two years of not seeing each other and only texting at times, it all ended in this weird ball of confusion. Almost like an intangible mess of lose threads. And what made it worse was my old ex best friend, now like a frenemy, was closer to him than I could ever be. It was almost excruciating to watch them talk so freely and even laugh together. It’s a thought that can make me bust into tears at anytime of the day so I won’t go down that road. I hear a few “that was really nice” and “great job, keep it up” as I start to put my guitar back in because boys around here can’t be trusted. All the compliments made sure to put a permanent smile on my face but my bubble is popped as soon as I see him approach me. “You looked adorable while playing the guitar.” It takes me a second to get a grasp of what he said but I mutter a quick thanks as I try to find something, anything, to do with my hands as we talked. “Could we talk for a moment?” I close my eyes and mentally curse myself because I had a feeling that this would happen but I also had a small hope that he won’t find the guts to do this. “Sure ofcourse” I reply as coolly as I could. I follow him as he tries to make small talks. I know I can break the ice and make it less hard but something inside me doesn’t want me to. Almost as if my soul is enjoying watching him struggle. “So how’s life treating you?” “Nothing much, what about you?” Him and his dry replies again. I just shrug in response to challenge that response. “So who’s the guy crush?” He askes me all of a sudden and I just scoff as a reflex. “Are you really asking me that right now?” My question is laced with annoyance and I can see that he’s taken back by my sudden change in mood but I’m done pretending now. Before he can say anything I attack him with my words. “Not a single glance I gave you was the answer to the question you just asked? I can’t take it anymore Harry, I can’t. Either you are just naive or you just don’t want to see what’s right in front of you.” My voice is shaking but I continue because his face portrays not a single emotion right now.

“You give me all of these mixed signals and I almost believe that you like me but then you sometimes say stuff that screams ‘we are friends’ right in my face. I like you Harry and this all is killing me.” I just stare at him because I know he deserves atleast a little time to comprehend it all. He sighs before he makes a go for it. “Y/n you’re cool and a nice friend but I’m just not looking for a relationship right now. But I promise that we can be really good friends. You can trust me.”

“That’s it? Good friends after this? What? Okay not looking for a relationship. With me or in general? And why didn’t I hear you say that you don’t reciprocate these feelings? What if that girl you like liked you back? You would date her I’m sure.” I can’t think straight as I bombard him with all these questions with tears daring to fall from my eyes. He just gives me a look from which I can’t make out anything and I just stand there watch him leave after he mutters an apology. I want to scream at him. I want to yell and let him know that now also he did nothing but communicate badly and I hate him for not liking me back but I don’t say any of that. Instead I break into tears and let all the frustration out because it really isn’t his fault. He never asked me to fall for him and he never asked me to get attached to him. He didn’t promise me a strong bond or a friendship. He didn’t because he didn’t need to. I fell into the ugliest trap of one sided love and I resent the fact that anything like that exists. I get a hold of myself and I sprint into the nearest restroom. I wash my face, tell myself everything is fine and somehow make it out alive of the next three hours of school. I reach home and in no time I lay on my bed and I cry and cry until I have no tears left. He didn’t feel the same. It felt like I had looked in a mirror, but it was broken. I’d shouted but the voice hadn’t echoed. I had thrown a pebble in the lake and the droplets hadn't repeled. I didn’t like this feeling and I just wanted to wallow in my sadness for the whole night. And that’s exactly what I did.

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Thoughts??? Constructive criticism is welcomed, reblogs are appreciated and I hope I have improved. I'll writing something longer and better soon maybe. See ya till then;)

[elzdaizy]

Does anyone have any requests for a Harry one shot? Need something new to work on after I’ve finished ‘Trouble After Paradise’ 🪩☁️🕺🤍🦋

[knowiloveyoubabe]

Glimpse Of Us

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: Lots of angst n heartache!!

Summary: Harry said he'd moved on but he hasn't.

A/N: Writing this has been a nice distraction. I have been listening to this song nonstop, enjoy! <3

She’d take the world off my shoulders if it was ever hard to move. Harry reasoned with himself, gazing at the sleeping woman next to him, her face still and calm. She slept on her side most nights, one leg straight and the other bent, her hands tucked under the pillow where her head laid.

She’d turn the rain to a rainbow when I was living in the blue. He pressed on, thinking of all of the times she’d lifted him out of the downward spiral he’d been in since before he even met her. Since Y/N. Harry shook his head lightly, shutting his eyes.

Why then if she's so perfect, do I still wish that it was you? Y/N’s face flashed in his mind, smiling, crying, laughing, laying beside him. The images flashed in his mind so quickly, he could barely keep up. He turned, laying on his back, his hands finding their way to his face. 

Perfect don’t mean that it's working, so what can I do? When you're out of sight in my mind. His hands rub his eyes and settle on his chest. She was out of sight but always on his mind. He missed her, he wanted her again, over and over. Forever. Harry’s heart beat heavily against his ribcage, a shaky sigh escaped his lips. He felt a hand land softly on his arm, causing him to open his eyes, his eyes meeting her sleepy ones. 

‘Cause sometimes I look in her eyes and that's where I find a glimpse of us. There, behind the eyes of the woman he’s supposed to love, there she is. He caught a glimpse of the love he and Y/N once shared. He smiled softly, watching as the memories flew behind her eyes, all of it, all at once. She smiled back, believing it was for her. She pulled herself closer to Harry, draping her arm over his bare chest. She pressed a gentle kiss to his shoulder before settling back into her sleep.

And I try to fall for her touch, but I'm thinking of the way it was. Harry’s tired eyes peered down at his girlfriend, the woman he wanted so badly to love, her face only a few centimeters away from his shoulder. It’s not the same as it was, the way it was with Y/N. He remembered the way Y/N would rub his chest as she lulled them both to sleep, his arm tucked under her head. Before she’d drift into her slumber, she’d mutter the words he so desperately wanted to hear her say again. 

‘I love you.’ But this isn’t Y/N.

Said, “I'm fine,” said “I moved on.” Harry took in a deep breath, looking up at the darkened ceiling, trying to convince himself that this is not how he really felt, he’s moved on.

I’m only here passing time in her arms, hoping I'll find a glimpse of us. The intrusive thought screamed in his head. Her arms, they just weren’t the same. They didn’t hold him the same way as Y/N’s did, and now Y/N’s arms were around some other guy, a guy that’s not him. The image of her with another man rested behind his eyelids.

Tell me he savors your glory, does he laugh the way I did? Is this a part of your story? One that I had never lived. His mind spoke out to her silently. Harry recalled images, scenes of her in all of her glory. He hoped, prayed that the one holding her now savored her and gave her all that he could not.

Maybe one day, you’ll feel lonely and in his eyes, you'll get a glimpse. He secretly hoped Y/N felt the same way, wanting her to see him behind her guy’s eyes. He wanted her to miss his smile, his touch, his kiss, the same way he missed all of hers.

Maybe you’ll start slipping slowly and find me again. Harry felt the sting of tears in his eyes, releasing a trembling breath. He wanted her to find him again, he wanted to be saved from this deep despair. Who is he if she’s not there? 

With that thought nearly tipping him over some invisible edge, he carefully removed the arm of his girlfriend from around him and got out of bed. He pulled a hoodie over his head, sliding his feet into his slippers and leaving the room. He was determined to find her again, tell her every word that passed through his racing mind. 

He recalled the day they went their separate ways as he approached the front door of his apartment, her tear stained cheeks and trembling lips. Regret swirled in his chest, his breath catching in his throat. He wanted to take it all back, he just wanted her again. 

When you're out of sight in my mind. Harry felt the hot tears begin to fall down his cheeks, some trailing down to rest at the corner of his lips. He released a deep sigh, wiping his tears on the sleeve of his old hoodie. He reached for the doorknob, prepared to run miles to Y/N’s house in his slippers. He thought of how he’d fall to his knees and beg her to give him another chance, he thought of her face looking down at him, her smile, her voice telling him she loves him, her arms wrapping around him. Harry inhaled deeply, twisting the doorknob before hearing a slight creak settle in the hardwood floor behind him.

“Again?” He heard the small voice ask. Harry ducked his head slightly, wincing. He turns around, his eyes meeting with his girlfriends.

‘Cause sometimes I look in her eyes and that's where I find a glimpse of us. Her eyes held nothing but concern as she stepped closer and closer to him. But Y/N, he needed Y/N. Her hand cupped his stubbly cheek as he stood there silently.

And I try to fall for her touch, but I'm thinking of the way it was. He felt as though he was free falling, back down to earth he goes.

“This has been happening more often. What’s wrong, baby?” Her hand brushes a strand of hair from Harry’s face, her worried voice bringing him further down. Guilt weighed heavy on his shoulders.

Said, “I'm fine,” said “I moved on.” 

“I’m okay. Just a bad dream again.” He cleared his throat, scanning the face of the woman he would give anything to love, standing in front of him. Harry feigned a smile and she pulled him in for a hug.

I’m only here passing time in her arms.

“I love you.” She whispered against his neck, squeezing him lightly and rubbing his back, the way Y/N used to.

Hoping I'll find a glimpse of us.

“I love you, too.” He exhales softly, his shoulders slump as he accepts defeat. This is it, she’s gone and all that’s left is a glimpse.

[fookinavocadosman]

too hot to handle master list

inspired by the tv show :)

Y/N finds herself on Too Hot to Handle, a dating show where she has to form meaningful connections with people without using sexual intimacy. The only problem in her way is Harry. Another single who is doing everything in his power to make her fail. Will she succeed in forming these connections and go home with someone or will she be sent home alone?

completed :)

intro: welcome to paradise

episode 1: paradise blues

episode 2: jealousy jealousy

episode 3: mixed signals

episode 4: sex money feelings

episode 5: someone to you

episode 6: good as hell

episode 7: missing piece

episode 8: lover

episode 9: till forever falls apart