#harry styles college fic

[goldenbuckyyy]

FOOL’S GOLD

Summary: A series of events between you and Harry during your situationship.

Pairings: Harry Styles x fem!Reader (Situationship)

Word count: 2kish

Warnings: Slight smut, but mostly just fun and fluff!!

A/N: Just wanted to write something a little fun. Inspired by: “Fool’s Gold” by One Direction.

All mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other site nor this one.

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Masterlist

That one time you went to your favorite bar in town with your new boyfriend. You immediately see Harry with his frat brothers. 

Your phone pings. 

H: Who the hell is that? 😡

Y: lol. That would be my boyfriend, opps. It’s been a while. 

H: he’s not good enough for you 

Drew, your new boyfriend, had gone to get you two some more drinks when you felt the softest touch against your open back. Goosebumps erupt over your unclothed skin and you slightly smirk to yourself, tossing your hair back, and peering up at this well known person. 

Harry’s hovering over you, smiling drunkenly, and he squeezes your hip. He bends down to hover his mouth over your ear. His pretty pink lips slightly touch your skin.

“Come home with me,” he whispers into your ear and you place a warm hand on his shoulder. 

“I have a boyfriend now,” you say, trying not to show an interest in his demand. 

“Text me when you dump his ass,” he says with a chuckle as he kisses your cheek sloppily and leaves your space to return to his frat brothers. 

You roll your eyes at his comment and proceed to smile at Drew when he returns with drinks in his hands. 

“What’d Harry want?” He asks with wonder, his big brown eyes half open from his buzz. 

“Just buggin’. No worries,” you reply as you reach for your drink as you reach up to kiss his lips quickly.

•••

Then you broke up with your boyfriend because he ended up being a dick. 

Y: i'm breaking up with my boyfriend. Can i come over after? 🥺

H: baby, you don’t even gotta ask me. I’m at chick fil a. Want your usual? 

Y: yes ❤️ add me a cookie pls, I’m sad. 

H: anything for youuuuu 

You waited for Harry in his private room, presidential perks, and you scroll aimlessly on Twitter. 

You hear the bedroom door open and Harry strolls in with a smile on his face. You smile back, tossing your phone to the side, and you rush to help him with the food. 

“Got you a strawberry milkshake, too.” 

You cheer and you both fumble back into the bed. Separating the food between you two and he puts Netflix on his TV. 

“Greys?” He asks with a mouthful of fries, peering over at you, and you nod eagerly. Sipping on your milkshake and pulling Harry’s favorite blanket over your legs. It’s an orange blanket his mom knitted him the summer he got a full ride to UT. He told you she cried for days and he always tears up thinking about it. 

You look at him with a small smile and he lazily kisses your cheek. 

•• 

When you manage to be at the gym at the same time as him. 

H: POV: you’re me and you’re looking at your hot ass sneaky link 

Y: come and spot me instead of talking to every other girl here 

H: don’t be jealous 

Y: as if 

You walk out of the gym, wiping away the sweat from your forehead, and hastily drinking from your lavender hydroflask. 

Or what Harry calls ‘your emotional support hydroflask’ 

You’re walking back to your sorority house when you hear someone whistling behind you. 

You hold onto your gym bag as you turn around on your heel and see Harry running up to you. 

He wraps his arms around your waist, twirling you, and you laugh loudly as you swat his arms. 

“Gross!! You’re all sweaty!!” You giggle out as he sets you down and you check him out without shame. 

He’s standing in front of you wearing bright purple tiny little nike shorts, a white cut off shirt showing all his muscles in their glory, white Nike long socks, and his signature neon green adidas. Only him. 

“You look hot,” you state as a smirk crosses his lips and he reaches for your hand. 

“You too, baby.” 

••

When you see him putting his phone number in another girls phone 

Y: why are you even bothering? She couldn’t beat me on her best day. 

H: you don’t gotta tell me what i already know 

You feel jealous. 

Of course you’re jealous. You’re watching Harry input his phone number into a pretty brunette's phone.

That night when you’re laying next to his naked body, you reach for his phone. Unlocking it with his password, you turn around to face the wall. 

“What was that girl's name? The one from the gym?” 

“What?” Harry asks you, still winding down from his post orgasm haze. 

“The girl that put her number in your phone,” you reply as you go into his contact list. 

“Oh, umm, I think it was Angie. Why?” 

You search for her name as he slides his arms around you, pulling you into him, and he’s watching you now. 

You click the name ‘Angie 💖’ on his phone and delete the contact. 

“Heeeyyyy,” he teases you and pinches your thigh. 

You lock his phone and turn your body around to hug him. 

“You weren’t even going to text her.” 

“I know,” he hums into your neck as he falls asleep.

••

You posted a very revealing pic of you at the beach. 

H: delete that pic right now. 

H: you look too fucking good. I can’t have anybody trying to steal you from me 

Y: don’t worry. I’m all yours 🫶🏻 

You smirk at your phone as you look down at your tiny yellow bikini and settle back into your beach chair. 

“What are you smirking at?” Your best friend, Emily, asks you from the chair next to you. Peering at you over her white sun glasses. 

“No one.” 

•••

When he needs to make sure you’re going to his game. 

H: You're coming to my game, right? 

Y: Duh. I am head cheerleader. Remember? 

H: did you take my jersey? 

Y: *sends pic of yourself wearing his jersey in your panties* 

H: holy fuck, can’t wait to fuck you after I score the winning touchdown 

That night he fucks into you slow and hard as you wear his jersey. 

“Get on top,” he begs as he grinds his hips into yours, squeezing the flesh around your hips.

“Okay,” you whisper back as you let out a whimper when he pulls out of you. He flops onto his back, watching you intently as you straddle his waist, aligning yourself with his throbbing dick, and letting yourself slide down onto him. 

“Ohhhhhh fuckkkk,” he moans out, throwing his head back in pleasure, and you start moving slowly on top of him. 

Reveling in the sight of seeing him completely vulnerable underneath you and letting you take control. 

Something about this moment makes your heart thug and you hope this isn’t what you think it is. 

••

He brands you. 

Y: you literally fucking branded me 

H: ??? 😏 

Y: you know what I’m talking about 

Y: *sends pic of your chest in a lilac lace bra and you’re covering in hickies* 

H: oohhhhh that. Gotta brand what’s mine, obviously 

••• 

When he’s at the club and sees your ex. 

H: I’m at rooftop Louie’s. I see your ex. Want me to punch him? 

Y: yes. 

Y: come over instead. Bring Taco Bell 

*not even 30 seconds later*

H: ON MY WAY 🏃🏽‍♂️ 

You hear a knock on your door not even 15 minutes later and there’s Harry standing with a bag full of Taco Bell. 

“Hi,” he says with a smile, wearing a cap backwards, but his curls are peeking out.

“Hi,” you reply with a bigger one. “There’s a change of clothes for you on the dresser.”

“God, you’re the best.”

•••

When he’s studying after practice. 

H: I’m studying at the library. Bring me coffee? 🥺 From the place I like by your dorm. My treat 

Y: whats in it for me? 

H: I’ll do that thing you like tonight 

Y: 🤝 don’t gotta tell me twice 

You walk into the university library with two iced vanilla oatmilk lattes. You try to be as quiet as possible as you walk to his favorite study spot. 

He instantly hears you due to the iced drinks and he peers up at you with a smile. 

“Gimme,” he whispers as he reaches out for his drink with sweater paws. Wearing his favorite orange sweater and sweats. He looks so comfy. 

You sit across from him, sliding his coffee to him, and then you start unpacking your notes from your backpack. 

“What are you doing?” He questions as he sips his latte. 

“Studying with you,” you say with a question look and a look of fondness slips over his expression. 

“Really?” 

“Of course.” 

••• 

When you were out with your friends at Lot 26. 

H: come over pls. Need u 🍑 

Y: im at lot 26. 

H: call me when you need me to pick you up, I’ll buy us tacos 

Y: okay can’t wait 🫶🏻 

“Harry!!!” You yell at him as you stumble into his GMC truck’s passenger side. 

“Careful, baby.” He says as he grips onto your arm for support as you giggle loudly. 

He reaches over you, strapping you in, and kisses your lips. 

“Missed you,” he says with a smile. 

“Me too,” you say without hestitsiton. 

“Tacos?” He asks as he starts to drive off. 

“Tacos,” you reply as you turn to look at him. 

As you watch him drive, you think you might be falling in love with him. 

••• 

When he meets someone that he really likes. 

H: i think i like this girl. Should i go for it? 

Y: you’re cheating on me??? Okay, might as well block my number now 

H: stfu. I think you’d like her 

Y: i won’t 

H: well, you’re gonna meet her tonight 

You roll your eyes at your annoyance at seeing Harry out with the girl he likes and you try your very best to ignore them. 

Her name is Sarah. 

And she’s gorgeous. She’s tall, so very fucking tall, long curly brown hair, big brown eyes, and olive colored skin. 

They look unreal together and it makes you feel insecure. 

You drown the rest of your drink when you see them coming towards you. 

Her bright smile catches your attention and you try your best to mimic it back. 

“Hi!” You greet them as Harry kisses you cheek. 

“Y/N, this is Sarah. Sarah this is Y/N,” Harry introduces you to each other and you shake her slender hand in your own. 

“Y/N! It’s so nice to finally meet you. Harry has told me so much about you,” she gushes at you. 

“Has he?” You ask with an eyebrow raise. 

“Of course!! Auntie Anne says he can’t shut up about you!” 

“Auntie Anne?” You ask in confusion as you look at them both and Harry’s chuckling at your reaction. 

Sarah looks confused, “Harry did tell you he’s my cousin, right? My mom wanted me to come check out UT especially since H comes here.” 

Instant relief floods your body and you watch Harry looking at you with a teasing smirk. 

“Of course he did! So how are you liking UT?” 

You can’t help but smiling dumbly at Harry as his cousin starts rambling about how much she actually loves it here. 

••• 

When he heard your laugh in a crowded bar 

H: Are you at Joeys? 

Y: Are you stalking me? 

H: I heard your laugh 

•••

When he swore he wasn’t jealous when you bumped into each other at a frat party. You were with someone else. 

H: Who's the guy? 

Y: None of your business. Are you jealous? 

H: You wish 

H: I’m not the jealous type. 

That night when he’s pounding into you from behind, gripping onto your hair, he asks, “Who the hell was that guy?” 

“Just a friend,” you moan out as you hitch your leg over the bed. 

He slows down for a second, reaches over you, and kisses your neck, “I’m your friend.” 

“My only friend.” 

[jarofstyles]

Teenage Dirtbag 4

Here he is… in all his asshole glory. The moment you’ve been waiting for.

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Warnings: smut, degrading, kind of short Sorry bffs

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Harry had this in the bag.

At least, he’s pretty sure.

4 tutoring sessions down and he and Y/N have developed a schedule. Harry managed to not be so late and Y/N kept things pretty civil- though her eye rolls and huffs when he would flirt with her did slip through. Of course he was laying it on thick and complimenting her intellect, which wasn’t fake. Y/N was without a doubt one of the smartest people he had ever come across. She had straight A’s across the board, knew every answer to his questions without even blinking an eye, and so far?

She had avoided hooking up with him.

Harry could tell that she was attracted to him, though, and he used it to his advantage. Taking note of what she stared at and doing the most he could to get her to look further. His ringed fingers seemed to be the biggest contender on that list. The efforts to brush his with hers wasn’t met in vain, Y/N jerking back only after letting him pet at her just a little. It wasn’t immediately either.

There was a tension that Harry personally found delicious. She was trying very hard to not let him know her attraction but Harry was far too detail oriented now that he was truly paying attention to the cues and a crumb of attention from her. And boy, did he try.

He would arrive with drinks in tow and a cake pop for her every time, attentively highlighting the assists he noticed her eyes lingering on- aka his arms and hands as previously stated. Cut off shirts with his arms exposed and shorts exposing his toned legs were added to it all, and he definitely caught her eying up his tattooed arms every session. It was a stroke to the ego and a fun challenge considering she would look irritated every time she caught herself getting lost looking at him.

Harry wasn’t used to people telling him no, and Y/N wasn’t used to anyone making her this insane. On paper, he wasn’t doing anything wrong. He was trying, being nice, doing his work as he had so dutifully promised. But the little things sprinkled in and added to her attraction to the man she most definitely did not want to be affected by. It hurt her pride to know that he was the one that had her sneaking her hand under the sheets at night. The object of her most salacious thoughts, the images of those strong hands and cocky smirk did things to her that she loathed. It should be illegal, how enticing a complete and utter dickhead could be.

Despite it all, the dickish smirks and the knowledge that he most definitely wanted her in his bed, she didn’t want to give in. She really, really, didn’t.

That didn’t mean Drunk Y/N was of the same opinion.

When she was sober, she would regret this. 100% beat herself up over it, cry maybe for letting temptation get the best of her, but the way his hands felt on her body as he backed her into the door in his room and the muffled thump of music drowned out the protests. Her body was screaming for it, screaming for his touch and some damn relief.

“Finally.” His husky voice rasped into her neck as his hand grabbed a handful of her ass, squeezing the plus flesh. His own drunken antics had been in his favor, letting himself be less arrogant and more honest about his want for her downstairs. The man hadn’t even expected her to come considering she knew this was his frat, but it was a very welcome surprise to walk into the kitchen to see her giggling with her friends. It was obvious to him that she was checking him out as her giggles stopped, his confidence swelling as he walked over to her. He paid no mind to her little friends as he leaned down and whispered a request for her to follow him to somewhere quiet they could talk.

His hand held hers as he led her up the grand staircase, passing the bodies entangled in their own embraces. It was slightly awkward, his hand tugging her faster to get to his own bedroom.

Y/N hadn’t been sure what to expect, but she had never expected clean and properly organized. The only thing slightly messy was a corner where his practice bag was laid open and his shoes spilling out of it. Otherwise, it was clean. Some classic rock posters hung upon on the walls along with a guitar, which did surprise her. He played guitar? She would shelve that thought for later.

He also had a wax melter. The smell was quite nice compared to the other boys rooms she had been in.

Her appraisal of the room was interrupted by his voice.

“I see how you look at me.” He started. “And m’not saying it to start a fight. I just.. notice. I want you to know that it’s the same for me and I can’t stop thinkin’ about you.” His voice was a slight slur as he grabbed at her waist. Y/N melted into it, her hands coming up to smooth over his chest, taking note of the sharpen and slope of his muscle.

Goddamn it.

“Harry…” she whispered. “I know, but.. its hard. You’re such a fucking ass, but you’re hot. I hate that you know it.” Her eyes met his coyly, finger coming up to his jaw. “This is sharp. And-and I hate that I’m always staring at you. Just want to tutor you and go home but you’ve got to go and be all.. all sexy and annoying and make me want to jump your fucking bones.” Her little huff made his cock twitch. Why did he find her irritation so hot?

“Because I want to jump your bones too, darling.” His coo was low, rubbing her hips and pressing her against the wood of the door. “Why don’t we just do it once, hm?” He lifted a hand to cup her face in return, ,glazed eyes taking in the softness of her skin and the brightness in her own eyes. It couldn’t be helped that his thumb brushed her lower lip. “Get it out of our systems.” His voice was like a damn siren call to her, and this was getting dangerous. Dangerous because she totally wanted to fucking do it.

“You think?” She croaked, lips brushing his thumb as she looked up at him in wonder. “We can just… do it one time? N’then… we can do tutoring and you can leave me alone?”

For some reason, the idea of leaving her alone for good sent a pinch into his chest, ,but he wasn’t going to think about that right now. This was the obvious solution. One single time with their irritation and passion, they could fuck it away. He could get his way and be a decent student for her when they’re doing tutoring work and just poke a tiny bit of fun, but the weight of their sexual tension wouldn’t weigh them down anymore. It would be perfect.

“Yes. Can we?” Their noses brushed, his mouth aching to attach to hers. “Please? Promise I’ll be good for it.” Harry could get on his knees and beg for it at this point. She could put him out of his misery of thinking about her every time he had to cum, of only craving her smart mouth and her snarky smile. It was driving him absolutely mad, and he wasn’t above begging her for it considering she was all over him too.

Y/N thinks it was the tiny hint of a whimper that broke her. Grabbing the back of his neck and pulling his mouth down to her for the roughest kiss she ever had in her life, she felt like she was possessed. Possessed with the need she had been repressing for so long, wanting this man’s hands on her. Dreaming about it, wanting to know if the rumors are true. If he was truly as gifted in the dick department as everyone seemed to claim.

He was.

Y/N was allowing herself to get lost in it.

Each drive of the thick cock inside of her had her thighs shaking, nails digging into his skin as she whined into the air. There was no doubt in her mind that she would regret it now because there was no way she wasn’t going to want this again. She wouldn’t- no. She would not give into him no matter how good this felt, no matter how perfectly curved he was and hit her spot perfectly over and over… she would remain strong. But this was her time to enjoy it.

“Fuck.” Her growl fed into his speed, hand wrapped around her throat as his mouth covered hers again. There was nothing calm about this. The bed frame hitting the wall as he buried himself inside of her, claiming his victory. The hot, wet cunt taking him greedily each time. His pants weren’t even off his ankles fully,. There had been no time to waste, pushing her on the bed and sliding into her welcoming cunt with a need he had let overtake him.

It was worth the wait. Worth the bickering. He never felt a cunt so perfectly wrapped around him- and he had been around the block a few times. Her hair haloed against his comforter, her heels digging into his back as he looked down at her body. The dress was messed up, cups of her bra strown to the side and breasts bouncing with each thrust- he had to take advantage. Taking one of the nipples into his mouth, teeth grazing as his cock rammed into her sopping wet hole, he knew he had won.

“One time only, huh?” He smirked at her as he popped off her nipple. Her hands had migrated to be buried in his curls, the fiery glare only spurring him on.

“O-only tonight.” She hissed back before tugging on his hair. A mistake, considering he let out one of the most erotic moans she had ever heard. Of course he liked a bit of pain, dick inside of her pulsing at the pressure of her grip.

“Mhm… sure. Like you won’t be gagging for it next time. I’ll-Fuck, this is perfect pussy.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “And it’s made for my cock. See? Should have just l-let me have it the first night.”

The cocky, arrogant son of a bitch. His heavy thrusts were perfect, hand covering her head so it didn’t knock into the headboard. “No. Never having it again. It isn’t yours.” The words were ruined with a moan, the fingers pressing into the side of her throat making her lose her train of thought. As much of a dick as he was- his cock was making up for it. Deep down she knew the truth. He knew the truth. It would be hard to stay away from him like this when it felt this fucking good.

“Whatever you say, princess.” She wanted to smack the smirk off his face, but resorted to tugging on his hair again. It did the job, melting the grin from his puffy lips and getting another groan.

“Shut up and do the one thing you’re good for.” The tone of her words had him throbbing. “Fuck me.”

[fanficbarbie]

❝karma❞ faceclaims

main characters

Rowan Bouvier

Harry Styles

Audrey Koch

D.Q. (Dallas-Quinn) Vanderbilt

Olivia Astor

Kiernan Tate

side characters

William Serrano

Gabrielle Carr

Liberty Washington

[chaoticloving]

afterparty

frat/hockey!harry styles x reader

summery: after an intense after party from harry winning the game, the fire alarm get set off, revealing a secret relationship

warning: allusions to sex

a/n: TESTS DONE FUCK YEAH

The after party was intense, to put lightly.

After another amazing win by Harry and his team, they organized a party at the frat. Beer, booze, and vodka was all throughout the house—sprite for the designated drivers—and cheers could be heard all along campus.

Y/n and Harry had a quite relationship, no one knew that the future hockey star and the genius future lawyer were dating. An unluckily pair that met during an Economics class, in a time where Y/n had no clue what she wanted to do in her life and Harry had little confidence in his hockey career. They happen to sit next to each other, taking subtle glances at each other. But it was when Y/n noticed Harry’s excelling scores in the math heavy portion of the lesson class that she saw her chance to strike, and start conversation.

It’s all history now. They are older, their last year in college, plans in the works for the rest of their lives; nothing was for certain, except that they would stay together. They are confident, they found their right path and are happy—they just can’t fess up to their friends that their together. They both feel guilt, but it’s their life, and they can inform people on certain aspects of it at the right time.

But at the party, they hung out, talked with friends, drunk, played games, drunk, and made subtle gestures to each other that everyone was too drunk to realize how crude they were. The party was loud, music tearing the eardrums of people as they danced, and it was packed. It was for certain that you would have someone’s sweat on you by the end of the night.

But that wasn’t the after party.

It wasn’t an official party, in fact, only Y/n and Harry were present. It was intimate and loving moment between the couple; close, passionate, and sloppy. They were drunk, so it wasn’t the most complex of sex that they’ve ever had, but it was damn good.

The aftermath of laying naked in Harry’s bed was just as great, sobering up and loving the heat radiating from each other. Harry had his face buried in Y/n’s chest, arms wrapped snuggly around the women’s torso as Y/n had her hands mixed in his hair, massaging his scalp nicely. Harry’s thumb was softly rubbing her skin, brushing away any and all insecurities she had.

Harry softly hummed when he was drifting off, a way to not let his mind wonder to worrisome thoughts and that was subtle enough to allow Y/n to rest. He liked making up melodies or replicating some song he heard at the gym.

His humming was coming to a end though—Y/n’s heart rate was softening and causing Harry’s to do the same, he was drifting off, mind mush of wacky dreams of Y/n. She had fallen asleep around five minutes into his humming, passing out after the exhausting party and the even more tiring sex, but made sure her love for Harry was known to settle any worrying midnight doubts.

A loud blaring alarm ruined their night though. Harry had fully awoken first since not being in REM in the first place. He turning over and noticed the sound coming from the fire alarm. His eyes went wide as he used his arms that were around Y/n and gripped her hard, pulling her up with him and waking her in the process.

“Wha’s that noise.” She mumbled, eyes not even fully open.

“Fire alarm. We need to get out.” Harry had put a sweatshirt of his on Y/n guiding it through her head and then put boxers on straight after.

He grabbed a pair of boxers for himself, turning around to see Y/n a little more awake as she put her arms in the sleeves and stood up. Harry was panicking, so he did the sane thing and lifted her up and took her through the house to the closest exit.

Him and Y/n were met with the cold wind of three in the morning. Other members of the team were outside the house, all equally shivering and trying to warm themselves up in their boxers and shirts. A few were straggling behind the couple, but no one until Louis noticed there was one more person accounted here then what should be.

“Alright, who’s extra is here!” Louis shouted over the alarms. “I’m gonna need to know for the report!”

The guys murmured, snickering about one of their friends getting cocked block by a fire; until the eyes fell on the only guy in plane boxers, hugging someone to his chest, Harry.

“Damn, Harry?”

Laughs roared out as the boys nudged one another. Louis smiled and walked over to his best friend.

“Alright!” He called out the group of boys, getting them back into their own business. Louis looked over the couple, curious as to who the girl it. But when he heard the voice, he was shook.

“Hey Louis.” Y/n mumbled, still a little out of it.

“Y/n?” His mouth is open, head looking up at Harry and then back at the girl; his frat brothers watch the interaction too, all tsking and others smiling, mumbling about getting some cash and pizzas. “No fucking way—are you two just hooking up or..?”

“Together.” Harry asserts, arms tensing more around his girlfriend. “Don’t get any ideas, dick.”

Louis put his hands up, stepping back. “Hey. I wouldn’t, just glad everyone’s out here and safe.”

Louis went over to the fire chief, probably telling them what he knows. Harry hugs Y/n though, looking for a bit of comfort with his friends peering eyes. One of the reasons Harry was unwilling to tell the boys about his relationship is just how much they liked Y/n; he knew damn well she was hot and sexy, so did the other boys, and if they knew she’d be around a lot—no way they wouldn’t make their lives a living hell.

“You good, H?” She whispered softly, thumb stroking Harry’s arm.

“Cold.” Is all he spoke, but Y/n wasn’t buying it.

“Embarrassed?” Y/n offered.

Harry shook his head and kissed his girlfriends shoulder. “Never embarrassed of you, love.” Harry hesitated before continuing. “Just don’t like the idea of the boys knowing we sleep together—I’m terrified for the pranks their going to pull to try and get you to go out with them now.”

Y/n smiled kindly at the dumb boy, he was lovable, but he could be a little stupid sometimes. “No prank or shirtless boy could take me away from you.” She chided.

She squeezed Harry’s Harry’s hand three times, then another three times after. I love you.

After a minute of Louis using wild hand and arm gestures to the fire captain, he finally rallied the boys and Y/n back and gave told them the cost was clear. “And Niall?”

“Yeah mate?”

“Never put another pop tart in the toaster ever again.” Every had an annoyed groan and people started to, playfully, shove the man for interrupting their sleep while simultaneously laughing that he cocked blocked Harry.

“We were sleeping!” Harry would shout back at any man that made that same joke which only made them burst out with laughter even more.

Eventually, since the damages were only a ruined toaster, everyone went back inside and Y/n and Harry snuggled under the covers. Although Harry would never admit it, he loved being the little spoon but facing inwards so his face would rest on Y/n’s boobs, and that’s exactly their current position now.

“Think maybe we should spend tomorrow night at mine?” Y/n offered. “Think Lila is there though.”

Harry snuggled even closer to his girl, drifting off slowly. “Maybe we should just move in together.”

Y/n giggled softly. “As much as I’d love that we are broke uni students. Wait till your off playing Hockey professionally and I have my job; then we’ll talk.”

“Hmmk.” Harry hummed. “Can’t wait until we don’t have to be quite anymore when we have sex.”

“I think you mean you don’t have to be quite anymore.” Y/n sighed softly.

“‘scuse me for telling ya how good ya feel.” Harry words were slowly slurring together, but also talking about sex slowly got him riled up.

“Let go to sleep before you get hard.” Y/n sighed. “Too early for morning wood.”

“Never to early to be horny for you babe.” Harry shifted his body and slightly rolled the couple over so Harry was completely on top of Y/n. “Could fuck you right now.”

“Sure you can.” Y/n said, eyes closed but knowing Harry’s are nearly there too. “Tomorrow we can wake your mates up so let’s save it for then.”

“Alright.” Harry kissed his loves nose. “Love you.”

“Love you more.”

“Love you most.”

[finelinevogue]

starry eyes

summary - harry’s the captain of the ice-hockey team and there’s a house party to celebrate their win

warnings: alcohol and weed consumption, alcohol anxiety, house party, lots of kissing

word count: +3.2k

pairing: ice-hockey boyfriend!harry x college!reader

You arrived to the party late.

It was kind of your thing though, turning up late. If it weren’t for your boyfriend, Harry, you’d turn up to events weeks late or even weeks in advance. He was your personal calendar reminder, but unfortunately he had drunk too much beer to remind you what time the party was starting.

It had been the last game of the ice-hockey season and Harry, the captain, had brought it home with the final goal. He had scored and won for the entire team, which is why the whole school was now celebrating in his frat house.

Being the captain’s girlfriend, you had an obligation to be there but you’d take the opportunity to get drunk with Harry any day. Feeling euphoric with him was another planet of love.

“You ready to get fucked tonight?” Kora asked, laughing after coming out of the bathroom with a small bag of white powder.

“You ready to get fucked tonight?” Kora asked, laughing after coming out of the bathroom with a small bag of white powder.

“You already are fucked, babe.” You laughed, standing in front of your full length mirror and adjusting your dress. Harry had always told you that you could arrive to his parties in joggers and you’d still be the prettiest girl there, but you wanted to put a little more effort into yourself tonight.

Your black dress hugged your body perfectly and you actually felt really hot. Your tights were really sheer and had darker black hearts running up and down the length of them, your ankles and feet covered by your Docs. Your outfit didn’t show much colour so you added one of Harry’s red checkered flannels over your dress. Leaning into the mirror you rubbed your fingers under your eyes to smear away the mascara that had fallen.

“And you’re going to get fucked, our darling Y/N, by your champion of a boyfriend.” Sloane wolf whistled at you as you checked yourself out.

You blushed thinking about Harry’s reaction to your outfit and just getting to see you in general. You hadn’t managed to see him since the game and so you were eager to see him and kiss him for all he was worth.

“We ready ladies?” Bertie asked, picking up his phone and holding it out to take a group picture before you all left.

It turned out to be a video of you all being excited to party that Bertie added to his story, which you only knew because Harry texted you almost instantly after it was uploaded.

H🫂: juust saw berts story. get here quick but get here safe. i need to kisss youuuuu xxxx

He made you giggle with his text and everyone teased about how your relationship was still in the honeymoon phase 2 years after you’d got together.

It wasn’t a long walk over to Harry’s house, but it took you longer because you were all drunk walking and Kora needed to wee behind a rose bush.

The frat house was so busy to the point people were queueing up outside just to get in. The people outside the front door had created a party outside just to keep them drunk before they got inside, afraid to be sober upon entry. All of the ice-hockey team and their significant others would already be inside, since they all had first priority access. That’s the only reason you walked to the front of the queue, because you knew the bouncer and he’d let you in instantly.

“Suckers!” Kora shouted at all the young teenagers that were here to get a glimpse of their ice-hockey team players rather than actually get drunk.

The bouncer let you inside easily, along with your trail of friends. Each of you were just as drunk as the other, but maybe Kora was a different kind of drunk to the rest of you.

Once you were inside you were greeted with a chorus of hellos, since you were quite well known thanks to Harry. That and the fact you were known for being the kindest person on campus. You were always there to help others and never cared who someone was or where they came from. You were a good person and that’s why people trusted you enough to be friends with.

After hugging a few people, you made your way to the kitchen to take a few more shots.

“Y/N!”

You turned to see where Mitch was calling your name. You smiled and waved him over. Mitch was Harry’s best friend and regular weed supplier. Some nights you and Harry would drive to the beach and escape college life for a night, whilst sharing a blunt or two. It wasn’t something you and Harry did regularly, but it was nice to feel a different kind of high for the night.

“Mitch, hey bud!” You raised your shot glass up to him and then knocked it back with a sour face. “Congrats on the win!”’

You wrapped your arms around his neck to hug him slightly, not hugging him too tightly because you reserved the best hugs for Harry only.

“Thank you, yeah.”

He pulled his blunt out of his mouth and passed it over to you. You held it between your fingers and took a heavy drag of it, letting it burn the back of your throat before blowing the air back out. When you’d puffed it back out, you handed it back over to Mitch thanking him.

You normally would’ve taken more of a hit from Mitch’s stash, but you weren’t really keen on getting high tonight, Getting drunk was enough. Plus you’d rather get high off Harry.

“Y’seen H?” You asked.

“Saw him about.. twenty minutes ago.”

You nodded and stood next to him as you watched the rest of the room become electric. The music was playing some house party playlist off Spotify, you could tell. There was a group of people dancing with each other, another group playing beer pong and then just people dotted everywhere talking, shouting, to each other in conversation.

Many of the team players were hooking up with their respective girlfriends and boyfriends, only making you crave Harry that much more.

You kept bringing your bottle of red up to your lips to swing as you watched the room like it was a movie on a TV screen, laughing when you saw other people laugh.

Bertie came into the room with his boyfriend in towe, Alex, who was also on the ice-hockey team. Both of them served themselves drinks whilst talking to you.

“Hey, Alex, have you seen Harry?” You asked yet another team member of Harry’s.

“Um, not for a while, no. Sorry.” He shrugged and wrapped an arm around Bertie’s waist.

You smiled softly, but inside your heart was breaking over not finding Harry sooner. You were getting anxious to see him now and the alcohol was going to cause tears if you weren’t careful.

“Hey, Mitch?” You poked the guy next to you, who was passing his secret stash onto Bertie and Alex.

“Hm?” He leaned down so he could hear you better.

“I’m going to go try and find Harry.” You pointed to the exit of the room and Mitch nodded in understanding. He got out his phone and texted Harry that you were looking for him as well. He was a good friend.

Mitch made you check your phone just in case Harry had sent you a message, but your phone had no service since there was so many people in the building. You sighed and tucked your phone back into the flannel shirt pocket, with shaky hands. That was your first sign a breakdown was on its way if you didn’t find Harry soon.

You could handle your alcohol quite well normally, but only because you drank within your limits if Harry wasn’t with you. If Harry was with you, you didn’t mind drinking a bit excessively because you knew you had him to take care of you and be the emotional support blanket required if the alcohol turned into a breakdown. So, the fact you hadn’t found Harry yet and you’d definitely exceeded your alcohol limits made you very anxious and very aware of how tipsy you were.

You were glad you wore your Docs.

The amount of people that were crammed into the house was impossible, making it very difficult for you to see anyone beyond two people. People kept on tapping your shoulder and expecting a conversation out of you, but you had to politely decline because you only wanted to find Harry for now. You weren’t focused on anything other than finding Harry.

“Excuse me. Excuse me, please. Sorry.” You repeated over and over again as you tried to push through the crowds of people.

Thirty minutes later and you were entering a new room, this one even more crowded than the last. It was very loud in here too, or maybe it was because you were sobering up after looking for Harry for so long. You were simply going round and round in circles, but nobody seemed to know where he was.

Your heart was pounding what felt like outside of your chest from the anxiety the alcohol was giving you. You pulled the flannel around you and the collar up to your nose momentarily, breathing in Harry’s cologne just to feel like he was somewhat close to you. You continued through the crowd, getting pushed back by random people and your feet getting trodden on by dancing feet.

“Y/N!” Harry’s voice shouted over the crowd so loud you were worried that he would shatter his voice.

“Harry?” You questioned quietly to yourself, spinning in circles trying to find the source of his voice.

“Y/N!” His voice shouted louder and your eyes teared up after thinking it was just your mind playing tricks on you, after wanting him so desperately.

Then you saw him push a drunk guy out of his way to reach him. He smiled brightly when he saw you and you pushed through some more people to reach him, your brows furrowed in determination to reach him.

Your heart slowly healed itself as you got closer to him, feeling more and more comfortable and safe by the second.

When you finally met him, you went straight in for a hug. Your arms wrapped around his waist and you squeezed tight, swaying slightly as you held him close. The moment felt infinite and you wished it could’ve been as he wrapped his own arms around you, picking you off the ground slightly and onto your tiptoes. You laughed as he spun you in a little circle, holding on tight to you.

You laughed and loosened your hold on him to finally look at him. Both of you kept ahold of each other as you looked at each other, hazy eyes burning into one another’s.

“You look so beautiful.” Harry said softly and even though the room was booming with loud music, you could make out every word he said perfectly.

“You won.” You congratulated him on his game win and he nodded his head lightly.

“I was looking everywhere for you.” He said. “Been going round in circles for an hour looking for you.”

“Me too.” You laughed, cupping his cheeks in the palm of your hands. His cheeks were warm from the flush of pink that was drawn out by the beers he’d drunk.

“I thought you might’ve just been late, but then Mitch said he’d just talked to you and that he hadn’t smoked enough to hallucinate yet.”

You dipped your head and rested your forehead on Harry’s firm chest, right over where his heart was beating rapidly with the anxiety of finding you. Turns out you had both been as desperate as the other to find each other. Your arms dipped too, snaking around his neck and hugging him close again. Harry’s arms relaxed on your middle, underneath his flannel shirt.

Someone then bumped into the back of you and you turned around to see who it was, but Harry had already cupped the back of your head to keep it safe from any more bumps, whilst shouting, “Hey, watch where you’re going will you?”

He was known for being too kind to actually start a fight, but people did know not to mess around with you otherwise there would be an issue. Luckily the guy apologised to you both and everything was fine.

“You okay?” He asked, leaning over so you could hear him.

You nodded against his chest and brought your head out from hiding. His eyes were as bright as the stars that hung in the night sky and all because you made him feel that way.

“Can we go?” You nodded your head in the direction of the door, wanting to escape this sweaty room with all the drunk dancing people.

“‘Course.”

Harry took a tight hold on your hand and walked through the sea of people towards the door. Every time you lagged a little behind him, due to someone dancing a little too hard, he would wait patiently for you to squeeze through whilst still holding your hand tight.

You were half-way to exiting, when he stopped right in front of you and pushed you a little ahead of him. Both of you were still holding onto one another's hand, but this time you were leading.

“Can see whether you’re alright this way.” Harry had explained the reasoning to you.

You continued to move through the crowd and look back at Harry for reassurance every now and then, but before you could count to ten you were out of the room and could breathe again.

Harry quickly tugged on your hand and pulled around the bannister and up the stairs, making you shuffle along behind him. People were passing by and trying to stop Harry for a chat or a photo, but he kept on walking past with a smile with his only focus on you in his hand.

You knew he was taking you to the hideout upstairs.

The hideout was a small room at the top of the house, in the attic, that was filled with a pool table and video games on one side of the room and then the other was equipped with beanbags and blankets. It was yours and Harry’s favourite place to come to if you both wanted each other alone for a while, since no one ever bothered to come up here during a party. It was made even safer by the fact it had a pin-code to even get into the room.

Once you were both in the attic, alone, Harry walked you over to the beanbags in the furthest corner and flopped himself down backwards, making a dramatic sigh as he did so. You watched him with a smile as you did so, trying to cover it up when you noticed him looking at you with starry eyes again.

“Well, c’mere then.” Harry tugged on your hand to make you fall down next to him, but not hard enough to actually make you move.

“Actually.. I think I’m going to…”

You pretended to walk away but Harry was quick to sit up and pull you back to him, stronger this time so you did fall onto him. You laughed on your way down, cautious of where your knees landed in case you hurt Harry.

“No. You’re staying here, with me.” Harry wrapped his arms around your waist and held you against his body. Laying flat on top of Harry you felt safer than ever and were glad you went through those moments alone to get to this one.

You hummed peacefully as you snuggled your face into his neck, breathing the same cologne that had been on his flannel shirt - only this time it was stronger.

One of Harry’s hands pulled your dress back down your bum so if anyone walked in they wouldn’t get a free show. It was little gestures like that which made you so aware that you’d chosen the right guy to fall in love with. It was a gesture so small that people might even miss it, or call it insignificant, but to you it only made your heart grow for him more.

“Missed you today.” You said, your voice slightly muffled from being so pressed up against Harry’s body.

“Yeah? I missed you too.” Harry’s hand had now slid underneath the flannel shirt and was rubbing up and down over your back, a feeling so comforting you could call it home.

“You always get too busy on game days and I don’t get to kiss you enough. It’s unfair.”

“It is unfair, baby. I agree. I’m free to kiss you now though.”

“I know. I’m choosing to cuddle with you instead, in case you’re needed again tonight and you can’t sleep over at mine.” You lightly admitted to not being able to sleep without him by your side.

“Screw whoever needs me. I’m sleeping at yours tonight and we’re sleeping good.” His arms tightened around you protectively, afraid someone would ruin the moment.

“But maybe we can kiss a bit too?”

“Never going to say no to you, baby.”

You moved your head out of his neck and hovered it above his. You felt his hands move out from underneath the flannel and up to cup the back of your head gently. One of your hands stayed by your side and the other came up to cup his cheek again.

Both of you gazed your eyes over each other, sometimes dipping down to see your lips. Harry then pushed your head forwards with his hand and sealed your lips with you. He tasted exactly the remnants of the party downstairs, with a lovely mix of beer and whatever else he had been drinking.

You moaned when his lips pushed a little deeper, making your head follow his in an effort to not part your lips. Harry pried your mouth open with his tongue and made short work of tasting you all over, noting the taste of weed on your tongue. He tasted cherry sours too and it only made him crave more of you.

“I… love.. You… So much.” Harry said in between kisses, not wasting a single second more to tell you. You always knew it, but it was always a bright moment to hear it again and again.

You hummed in agreement, but Harry wasn’t having any of it. He turned his body so yours fell off his and back onto the beanbag carefully. His body then hovered over yours, the weight of his chest pressing against yours and grounding you to him. You’d never felt so safe and loved.

You tried lifting your head to kiss him again, but his lips weren’t puckered ready for yours.

“No. Say it first.”

“I love you.” You told him and he could tell by the glint in your eyes that you honestly meant it.

“Don’t ever stop telling me.” Harry made you promise by linking his pinky finger with yours and then you both kissing each others pink fingers.

“Well, then don’t ever stop loving me.” You counter offered and Harry was quick to kiss your pinky finger all over for that promise.

“Impossible. Absolutely impossible.”

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Zipper Extra VI

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Some cavity inducing sweetness (hopefully)

P.S. Sorry I'm writing about the holiday season. Again. I'm sure that's tiring but fall/winter is my favorite time of year and it makes for the most romance in my brain.

~2.2k words

The moment she opened her eyes she was greeted with Harry’s gorgeous green eyes gazing at her. “God you’re pretty,” he murmured, and she felt a bit dizzy hearing it from his lips—Harry was pretty, too.

On the first of the month, she began baking. Harry had seen her in action at her place, but now it was their place and coming home some nights after she did to an apartment that smelled like cookies, cinnamon, and apples. It was heavenly and more than ever he wished with everything in him that he hadn’t waited so long to have this moment.

Every space of the apartment was decorated with red berries and greenery and other Christmas décor. The tree stood in the window of the living room overlooking the town. It was beautiful and magical. Harry didn’t even have a tree, the last few years which pained her to no end. He didn’t have the heart to tell her he didn’t have one prior to them dating either. The only Christmas tree he saw was the one at his mum’s house. Or at her place.

But they were living together, now. So, every holiday was warm and inviting. It felt like home when he was there. She made it make sense. “S’not our anniversary, right?” He asked, coming to stand behind her. His hands pressed onto the counter on either side of her as he pressed his lips to the curve of her neck as a gentle hello. The rest of his body was warm against her back, his body encasing her between the bowl of chocolate and Harry.

Turning her head as much as she could to get a peripheral look at him, she licked the excess frosting off her thumb, she shook her head. “No, baby. Wrong month,” she giggled.

Harry wrinkled his nose “M’sorry,” he murmured. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he admitted.

“It’s okay. I’ve never really been one for anniversaries,” she shrugged. Yet she always has a present for me. He thought to himself with a frown. “I mean...” she noted the way his body deflated with a sigh. “I think I love you pretty well every day...I think there are worse things in life than forgetting a card or a day where you finally came to your senses,” she twisted in his embrace, and she brought the tip of her finger to his lips so he could have a tasted of the frosting. It was silly and romantic all at once. He gave her finger a gentle bite inciting the most beautiful, little giggle from her. “Does that make sense?” She asked.

“So I should be giving y’a gift every day because m’in love with you all the time,” he nodded with a half grin.

“No,” she laughed and rested her forehead on his chest. “No way. Your gifts? We’d be broke.”

“It would be worth it,” he murmured. “I’d spend every penny I had on you.”

“Absolutely not what I want.”

He chuckled rubbing his hand up and down her spine. “Did you have a good day?”

She nodded. “I won my case,” she murmured into his chest.

“Y’don’t sound very excited over the good news, kitten,” he kissed the top of her head.

“It didn’t feel like winning,” she mumbled. “Sometimes fighting for the top dog doesn’t feel very good.”

Her poor sweet soul. “S’never made any sense t’me that someone as sweet as you would be a corporate lawyer.”

“M’good at it,” she said defensively and pouted as she looked up at him.

“I know you’re good at it, angel,” he nodded. “S’not a question. But morally, your heart is jus’ so much nicer,” he kissed the top of her head. “M’surprised y’don’t cry in court sometimes.”

“S’really hard sometimes,” she admitted.

“Y’don’t have t’be a corporate lawyer if y’don’t want.”

“Yeah...but then I wouldn’t have an office next to yours. We wouldn’t have lunch together..." Harry felt a pang of adoration shoot through him. Like she had personally squeezed the veins of his heart just as a reminder that he adored her so much. "And you’d make way more money than me and I wouldn’t be able to afford living here.”

“Y’could live here for free,” he rolled his eyes--as if money would keep him from her. “Jus’ make y’pay me in kisses...and other things.”

She tilted her head up to look at his face while he gazed down at her. “I love you,” she smiled.

He grinned and shook his head. “Thank goodness,” he murmured and attached his lips to hers. They tasted of chocolate, love, sweetness, and happiness. Perfectly her.

*

She didn’t like having a blindfold on—especially in public and without a clue of where they were headed. It was chilly but her coat was warm, and Harry had his arm firmly around her waist. One thing she trusted was that Harry would never let her fall. “I am already surprised Harry. Please let me take it off. I must look insane, and people are probably thinking you’re going to kidnap me.”

“I would love t’see someone try and kidnap you,” he chuckled. “Watch y’step, kitten,” he hummed and squeezed her tighter as he brought her up two steps. She had no sense of where they were—not by sight of course—but he had taken her around three different blocks in order to disorient her. The smells didn’t help either because it was a Saturday night. It was Christmas time, and everywhere in the little city smelled and sounded the same. “Think y’would argue with them about how they didn’t tie the blindfold tight enough.”

“The same cannot be said for you,” she wrinkled her nose trying to get the fabric to move around her face. “Is it weird? You’re not going to embarrass me are you?” She asked.

“What on earth d’you think m’going t’do, kitten?” He laughed. “We’re almost there, just a few more steps.”

“I don’t know. Maybe me accidentally taking your towel every morning has finally done you in and you’re going to murder me and hide my body.”

“Kitten, we’re around other people. Please don’t give them ideas.”

“I don’t think you would murder me. But statistically, you’re the one most likely to.”

“M’ignoring you,” he murmured. The people around them gave sympathetic and awkward smiles. “Okay, two steps,” he pressed his hand on her lower back. The back of her calf touched something solid but she hadn’t a clue where she was. It could have been anywhere. But they were still outside. Maybe it was just a bench? Or a wall by the fountain? She had no way of knowing.

“Am I going to be in a blindfold the entire night?”

“No, m’love. M’gonna take it off as soon as y’sit,” he said gently touching her hips to guide her to sitting on the seat behind her. She was quiet as Harry reached behind her head, the palms of his hands sliding softly against her cheeks as he reached. Before he undid the knot, he gently massaged his fingertips into her hair and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead. It made her stomach flutter and she felt like she would explode from the way he made her feel.

The moment she opened her eyes she was greeted with Harry’s gorgeous green eyes gazing at her. “God you’re pretty,” he murmured, and she felt a bit dizzy hearing it from his lips—Harry was pretty, too. It took every bit of willpower to tear her eyes away from his gaze. His hand slid into her lap, and he twisted their fingers together while she took in the surroundings. There was a man directing a horse on a perched seat above them an older top hat on his head. The carriage they sat in was white, with red leather seats. Green garland with red berries and Christmas bows draped around them. A set of twinkly lights was hung around the little awning of the carriage as well. Her lips parted as the horse quietly pulled them around the park. There was a dusting of snow, Harry couldn’t have dreamed of a better day to do this. But it was perfect, exactly what he wanted.

Speechless. She was completely and totally speechless.

Harry watched her expression change about a thousand times in one minute trying to make sense of what was happening. “Y’okay, in there?” He asked cupping the side of her face and brushing his thumb on her cheek. “S’this...not what you wanted?” He asked feeling the nerves creep up.

Did she forget their anniversary? No... it wasn’t that. Did he do something wrong? Why was...how did he know?

Maybe this was just something she wanted to do with her ex-boyfriend and not Harry. Maybe this wasn’t something she wanted anymore. “Er...we can...stop, if y’want, kitten. I thought y’would want this...but...maybe I got it wrong, naturally. Thought y’would want to—”

She shook her head trying to shake some sense into her mind and get her brain cells to put together a coherent thought rather than just staring at the scene before her. “No...” she shook her head quickly. “No...this is...Harry this is perfect,” she whispered breathlessly.

He smiled and a relieved sigh left his lungs in the form of a nervous chuckle. “Oh...good,” he pressed his lips against her temple and watched her eyes scanning the park around her. They had been to the park about a thousand times on foot, but seated in a horse drawn carriage, it was as if she had never seen the trees and paths. The light displays and the children milling in front of their parents were completely new to her.

“How...how did you...did you ask my sister about this?” She asked.

He shook his head. “No...”

“Did I tell you about this?” But she was certain she didn’t. She hadn’t thought about a carriage ride in years.

“Uh...no,” he smiled awkwardly giving her hand a squeeze. “When we were studying one time...y’were all upset ‘bout your ex not planning dates or whatever. You were on the phone with your sister and y’said y’wanted a Christmas carriage ride.”

Her heart felt like it was melting. “You...heard that?” She sounded so stunned. Harry was a bit worried about her well-being. She seemed completely out of sorts. To him, this was the only thing that made sense. In fact, he should have planned this when they first started dating. In his mind, this was nearly three years too late. Lord, knew it was over a decade too late for her sweet self. “You...remember that?”

He smiled, squeezing her hand in her lap again. With his freehand he brought it to her face again and brushed his thumb across her face. “I know...I know y’have forgiven me for...how mean I was—”

“You weren’t mean.”

“Well, I wasn’t nice t’you, kitten. S’well as being mean. Y’deserve nothing but kindness. You’re the sweetest soul I know.” She wanted to respond but she felt like there was more he wanted to say, and her throat was closing around the warm emotion she felt the longer he spoke. “M’sorry, again. For all that I put you through.”

It wasn’t that bad. She couldn’t tell him enough. She knew it ate at him like nothing else, so she simply nodded. “I know you’re sorry. But really...it’s alright, baby. I know—”

“Shh,” he hushed pressing a finger to her lips. “M’not done.” She felt like the blindfold was placed around her lips at his words. It was so perfect. The right temperature, the right scene, the perfect guy.

“Okay,” she murmured.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever fully forgive myself,” he admitted. “But m’so glad I figured out how I felt. M’so sorry it took me s’long. More than being mean t’you...I don’t know if I’ll forgive myself for taking s’long. Wasting all that time we could have been together. But I don’t want t’waste time ever again,” he promised.

He kept hold of her hand as he shifted from the seat to the floor of the carriage balancing on one knee and digging into his coat pocket as if he did this all the time. He pinched the small box in his grip with his free hand. She couldn’t even see inside the box, but she knew that her heart was going to explode when she did. So, it was for the best that she didn’t get to see it. “Y’make me so happy. You’re m’favorite person t’wake up to. T’come home to. Before you, I never even thought ‘bout marriage. It only makes sense when I think ‘bout you,” he was rushing his words a bit. Like when he first told her how much he liked her and how he would be a shitty boyfriend.

He was anything but.

“I don’t know if I’ll get better at remembering anniversaries and birthdays but God, kitten. I want t’try with you. Because y’deserve the best and m’not sure if s’me that’s best for you but I want to be. I want t’take you on carriage rides and make sugar cookies with our little babies that will look jus’ like you and take them t’soccer practice on weekends. I know s’not anyone half s’beautiful as you, kitten. Inside or out,” he never made sense when he was spilling all the emotions directly from his heart, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. She thought she might cry if he spoke any longer.

“Please, marry me,” he said finally, slowly at last.

They stared at each other silently for several moments.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Thank you.”

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hawaiian party.

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an fbh!era/college!au imagine full of angst, humor, smoking weed, hiding in a bathroom at a party & grief.

content warning: marijuana usage, mentions of disordered eating, feelings of loneliness & dealing with a parent’s death.

This was the first time you'd been out since your mother's death. Unwillingly so, and yet, here you were, hiding in your best friend's bathroom at a college party. How depressing of you.

Nadia, your best friend and Alpha Theta's starry-eyed sorority member, had practically pleaded on the phone with you to come out and 'let loose', because 'your mom wouldn't want you to rot in your dorm room, eating M&M's and watching reruns of Grey's Anatomy'.

You hated that she had a point. You hated that this was what your life had come to.

Nadia had also mentioned that a few of your other friends would be attending the party and they had, apparently, mentioned how much they 'missed you' and 'wanted to see you'.

How could you say no to them? If you turned them down, you would be stuck in the same bottomless pit of loneliness, grief and M&M's.

For Nadia, for your friends and for your mother's memory, you had decided to attend the party at her sorority. Many of the people there, you didn't know or really bothered to speak to. As you arrived, you noticed a few of your friends lingering around. Niall was talking to Michael and Luke, Liam and Calum were playing spin the bottle with a few strangers, Nadia was nowhere to be seen and Harry was up against a wall, a joint in between his fingers.

He had been the first one to make eye contact with you, to notice your presence. A smile pulled at his lips and before you knew it, he was chasing you upstairs to the bathroom, racing after you as you tried to ditch the scene.

Which is where you are now: in the bathroom, sitting against the tub with Harry sat next to you.

"You've been away." He breaks through the silence between you, taking a drag from the joint he'd been puffing at.

"Yeah." You reply quietly, eyes cast downward, tracing over the tile.

"How, um... how have you been..." He trails off, trying to find the right words.

"Coping?"

Harry looks at you now, emerald eyes overcome with worry and concern for your wellbeing.

"Not very well. I haven't really... haven't really eaten properly. I mean, you know my relationship with food is..."

"A rollercoaster. Been that way for a very long time. I know."

You sigh, unsure of what to say. Of course, Harry knew. Other than Nadia, he was your closest friend. You'd met in high school and were inseparable ever since. Your fingers twitch towards the joint he's holding, and he hands it to you, watching you take a drag from it.

"Your mum was a good person, Y/N. I know she fucked up a lot of things, but one thing she was truthful about was how much she loved you."

"Y'know, what the really fucked up part of that is?"

"What?"

"I don't believe she truly loved me. I mean, after everything she put me through, how can you call that love?"

"Everyone has their own version of love, Y/N. Whether we understand it or not, is completely up to us."

A half-hearted smile tugs at the right corner of your lips. Harry's very emotionally intelligent and opening up to him, even if it's surface level, is helpful.

As you hand him the joint, a question brews in your mind, "What do you think? About love, I mean."

Harry chuckles, taking the joint from you. "I'd like to think that love is a word for a feeling no one can truly describe. I don't believe it's conditional or should be tied down to a person, place or thing. Love, like any other feeling, should be felt freely. Love is part of the human experience."

"Okay, Professor." You grin, "Maybe you should be studying psychology, become a therapist."

"Mm," He hums, "What have you been up to? Besides hibernating."

"I'm watching Grey's Anatomy again."

"Again? Christ, this is the third time!"

"I'm almost done with Season 11, believe it or not."

"Jesus. Do you not get bored of looking at Jesse Williams?"

"Never."

"Is that all you've been doing?"

"What, is wasting away in my bed, anticipating the next time Dr. Jackson Avery is on my screen, not a healthy way to cope with the fact that my mother's dead?"

"You're passively grieving, Y/N. Hell, I don't even think you've allowed yourself to fully process."

"These things take time, H. I can't just piece myself back together."

"S' not what I'm getting at, love. I think you're pushing your grief to the side."

"Harry..."

"If you need a reminder that you can come to someone, that you're allowed to shoulder the burden with someone else, I'm happy to give you one. You can't go through this alone, no matter how hard you try."

"You know just what to say, don't you?"

"Maybe I should become a therapist. M' quite good at it."

"Well, in that case, should I open up now or let you get your PhD first?"

"Don't bother. Dr. Styles is in."

"In all seriousness? Thank you, H... for letting me just... be."

"Don't have to thank me, love. M' always here. Now, why don't we get out of here, smoke a bowl in my car and get you a cheeseburger?"

"Sounds good to me, Styles."

Harry stands, the joint he'd been holding in between his fingers had burnt out. He tosses it in the trash bin near the toilet, before holding his hand out for you to take. You smile up at him, taking ahold of it.

Exiting the bathroom, you both weave through the party and head out into the night.

If there's anything your mom would have wanted for you, it was to have someone like Harry. Harry was supportive, thoughtful. He knew you better than you knew yourself and, at times, you were grateful for that.

With death, comes life. With life, comes love.

Perhaps, Harry would open your eyes to that.

You had hope that he would. That he will.

[goldencherry5]

Straight A's

Yale!Harry/College!Harry

Summary: Allison had always been intelligent, extremely so. Since she was a little girl her parents had been told by her teachers they had a prodigy on their hands. And that they did. Top of her class all throughout high school, captain of the lacrosse team, and founder of a small non-profit she would pass on to her younger sister. She excelled in anything and everything…except for dating. She'd never kissed a boy, touched a boy, or even come close to one. She never minded before...Until Harry.

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: 18+, oral(f recieving), praise kink.

Allison had alway been intelligent, extremely so. Since she was a little girl her parents had been told by her teachers they had a prodigy on their hands. And that they did. Top of her class all throughout high school, captain of the lacrosse team, and founder of a small non-profit she would pass on to her younger sister. She excelled in anything and everything…except for dating.

When you’re spending every waking moment studying, going to practice, or bulking up your transcript you don’t have much time for boys. And Allison certainly didn’t. It’s not that she didn’t want to, of course she thought some of the football players were cute, or some of her classmates in his AP Bio class. But, no one ever expressed interest, and besides…it’s not like she had the time for it anyway.

Fast forward to now, Allison had gotten into Yale, her dream school and the obvious choice since she was a legacy. Classes had started a month ago now and she was already loaded with essays and projects to complete. Despite her aching desire to go out and have fun and perhaps finally meet a guy, her only plans for the night were studying. 

“Come on Ali, you study all the time, one night shouldn’t hurt.” Her roommate Hannah whined.

“I’d love to but if I don’t get this essay for American Poli done tonight I’m screwed.” Allison replied, packing her computer and essentials into her tote bag.

“Fine, suit yourself, I’m going out and I’m staying at Peter’s so don’t freak out when I don’t come home…” “Oh and Ali?”

“Yes?” She looked up, hand on the door handle ready to head to the library.

“If you see that cute lacrosse player again, talk to him!”

Allison blushed at her suggestion before waving goodbye and exiting the dorm.

She rushed up the stairs of the library, though she didn’t need to, considering it was 8 o'clock at night and the library usually wasn’t too busy after a certain hour.

The boy Hannah was referring to back at her dorm, Allison met, well saw, at her American politics class and she hasn’t stopped thinking about him since. His name was Harry Styles and he held her attention every time she should be paying attention in class. This may sound creepy but she always tried to sit behind him so she could admire his hair without him seeing her. 

However one day while she was staring at the tattoos he exhibited on his arms his friend turned around and caught her. With a smirk on his face he nudged Harry and nodded towards her, causing her eyes to widen and throw her head down praying he didn’t catch her.

She was on a walk yesterday and happened to pass by the boys’ lacrosse practice where he was fantastic, not to mention incredibly hot. She sat in the bleachers pretending to study when really she just wanted to see Harry after he took his helmet off.

She had found a quiet spot in the corner to pull out her computer and get to work. She had been putting off this essay for a week now and it wasn’t getting any easier no matter how hard she thought. 

Allison jumped at the sound of a cough from the other end of the row of tables and shot her head up. What she was met with was a head of brown curly hair, and green eyes staring down at his computer. He looked warm yet attractive in his Yale Lacrosse hoodie and black glasses.

He could help me she thought, he was probably working on the same essay in fact. The one she had been staring at for forty five minutes without starting. 

After debating in her head for 3 minutes over whether or not she should go over, she finally decided her grades mattered more than protecting her introverted self. 

She strolled over to him trying to act as calm as possible, his head not lifting as she got closer, too immersed in his work. She questioned her decision with every step she took. 

This is so stupid

He’s gonna think you're an idiot

God I should just turn around

“Uh Hi, Harry right?” She asked, a small smile on her face,

He lifted his head up, pulling his hood off his head, allowing his gorgeous curls to flow freely. “Yeah, what’s up?” He smiled back, resting his hands on the edge of the table. His eyes trailed from the headband holding her long brown hair back to the collar over her Yale sweatshirt, to the tiny pleated skirt he had a feeling she didn’t realize was so tiny.

“We’re in the same american politics class, I’m Al-.”

“Allison…I know.” He smirks, almost winking but not quite going that deep into his cheekiness. 

“Yeah…anyway! I don’t know if you started the essay but I’ve been putting it off for way too long and it’s due tomorrow, and I’ve been staring at it for like forty-five minutes so I might be totally screwed…Do you think you could help me out a little?” Her voice got quieter as she went on, becoming shy and unconfident in her question.

His smile only grew though, bunny teeth showing just a tad. “Yeah sure, bring your stuff over here and I’ll help you out, love.” Allison blushed at the pet name and thanked him before jogging back to her desk and clumsily grabbing her stuff. 

She sits down next to him not knowing that for the next two hours they’d be inching closer together all the while starting and finishing her essay. 

“Is this good?” She pointed to her concluding paragraph and he moved his eyes from his computer to hers. She scanned his furrowed eyebrows and his fingers pinching his bottom lip. 

“It’s great…really…and it looks like you're all done now.” He smiled, “Feel better?”

“Much.” She giggled. “Thank you again, I owe you big time.” He just shook his head and squinted his eyes in a tranquil expression.

“Can I walk you home? It’s late and you shouldn’t be out alone.” He asked, putting his stuff into his backpack, getting ready to leave.

“Oh you really don’t have to, I feel like I kept you from your work all night, wouldn’t want to be a bother.” She immediately declined, feeling incredibly nervous about her crush walking her back to her dorm.

“I want to, and I wasn’t gonna get much work done anyways, Friday nights are never productive.” She nods her head in agreement before swinging her tote bag around her shoulder and holding her textbook, that doesn’t quite fit, close to her chest. 

They stepped into the crisp autumn air, her bare legs immediately growing goose bumps.

“You play lacrosse right?” He asked.

“Oh, yeah I do.” She smiled up at him.

“I’ve seen you girls practice a couple times, you’re really good.” He sent her a similar smirk down.

“You’re talking, You’re fantastic.” She scoffed before praising him, his ego boosting just a bit.

“Maybe I could tutor you in that too.” he nudged her hip with his own.

“Hey, I may be a procrastinator but I can shoot a pretty good backbreaker.” Her brows furrowed and he chuckled at her defense.

“Yeah me too…” He sent her a suggestive smirk she didn’t understand and she met him with a confused look. “You’re sweet.” He laughed at her innocence. 

“Oh, what did you think of Professor’s lecture yesterday on mass media? I thought it was spectacular, he’s so engaging for a 70 something year old guy.” Her eyes widen and excitement leaks through her voice in the form of laughter at the end of her ramble. 

“Fantastic, all my friends fell asleep though, I’m glad someone gets it.” He smiled that god damn smile at her again and she blushed…again.

They walked for another fifteen minutes, chatting about their classes and the crazy stuff their roomates have gotten into. She told him about Hannah trying to get her to go out and he told her about how Niall hasn’t gone a day at campus without taking a shot of tequila. He tells her about his constant struggles in psychology saying he got to the hippocampus and pretty much stopped there. They laugh about their lacrosse stories, teasing each other arguing About who’s better (Though she argues she knows the star lacrosse player who’s only a freshman can’t possibly be beat by her.) 

Too soon, they come to her building and as their steps slow so do their words and laughter. She turns around at the door, facing him, not realizing how close he was to her. 

“Um, I really appreciate your help tonight…let me know when you need a psych tutor.” She smiles her sweet smile at him.

He can’t help but stare at the frosty pink of her lips, or how her eyes sparkle in the lights under the awning of her dorm’s door, or how her teeth peek out to bite at her lip, making her look sexier than she most definitely knows. 

He laughs at her dig, tilting his head down, chin hitting his chest. “Yeah whatever princess.”

“Princess?” her eyebrows raise, fist falling to her hip. 

“Yeah…” He leaned down, brushing his lips against her cheek and leaving a chaste kiss there. “Princess…” he whispers in her ear.

She looks up at him, mouth open and eyes wide, looking like a doe in headlights. He just simply smirks at her before turning around and yelling over his shoulder “Bye Allison! See you in class princess.” 

She doesn’t have a thought entering her brain as she opens the door to her building, walks up the stairs, and enters her room. When she arrives in the comfort of her form she shrinks against the door, falling to her butt and letting the warmth rush to her cheeks as she bites her lip to contain her giant smile. 

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Allison didn’t tell Hannah about her little run-in with a Mr. Styles last night knowing she’d only freak out and make her talk to him again. Which she’d not entirely prepared to do.

They may have hit it off last night and he may have been the most amazing person he’d ever laid eyes on…may have been. But that doesn’t mean her caution about boys went away, she still couldn’t see herself going up to him after class no matter how much she wanted to. 

And for the past hour she’d been trying to convince Hannah to let her stay home from a party…A party that Harry’s frat was hosting.

“Allison I don’t really care what you want, you hole yourself up in this room and then you get sad and homesick, and I’m done seeing you sad…You’re going. End of story.” Allison thinks of every excuse she can possibly think of in her mind, trying to get out of what sounds like a horrible, awkward, and terrifying experience. 

“You cannot leave me the whole night.” She finally caves, knowing she’s right and Hannah lets out a scream, throwing her hands around Allison’s neck and rapidly firing all the reasons she’s going to love it and assuring her it will be amazing. Amazing is certainly a stretch.

The party starts at 9 (aka her bedtime) and Hannah spends almost three hours trying her hardest to make Allison feel and look her best. 

“Ali girl when I tell you I’d fuck you if we didn’t have to leave for this party, I’m not joking.” She sighs. “I do good work, I really do.”

Allison rolls her eyes and laughs before taking one last look at herself in the mirror. The long-sleeve, square-cut, cream-colored shirt accentuates what little chest she has and curves around her torso in just the way it should. The black miniskirt making her ass look better than she’s ever seen it, Hannah made sure to comment on that. She had tried to put Allison in a pair of her strappy heels but Ali pulled the calculus help card and told her she’d let Hannah fail math before wearing heels to something like this. So she opted for lending her a pair of heeled boots instead.

“Hannah we can’t be out too late I have lacrosse at 10 tomorrow.” She scoffs at her statement as if it’s not big deal.

“Take a nap after you’ll be fine.” She turns around and grabs Allison’s shoulders before opening the door to the hallway. “Ali…Relax…It’ll be fun I promise, and if it’s not, you never have to go with me again…ok?”

“...Ok, I’ll try to have fun.” Allison smiles, resting her hand on top of Hannah’s before she takes it and pulls her out the door.

I really hope I don’t regret this

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Walking up to the large frat house Allison can’t help but feel overwhelmed beyond belief. Loud music blasts from the walls, lights shine from the inside and out, college students crowd the lawn entering in and out of the house with alcohol in hand. 

Hannah notices her hesitance and turns to her with a smile and a pat on the back. “You’re fine, we’ll get in there, I’ll get you a drink, we’ll dance, we’ll talk, it’ll be good.” She winks before grabbing Allison’s hand and leading her inside.

She’s bombarded by a large foyer filled to the brim with people, and if she thought the music was loud outside, inside was a whole different ball game. As she scans the scene she finds people scattered across the large living room to kitchen, some dancing, some drinking, some…grinding? Either way she’s not sure if she should be looking.

“C’mon let’s go get some drinks.” Hannah pulls her toward the kitchen where there’s a bar instead of an island and alcohol lined up instead of a counter. 

“Hey Will could you get me and my friend here a couple drinks? This is Allison.” She flirtatiously smiles at him before waving her arm up and down in front of Allison. 

“Oh hey Han, glad you could make it, and it’s nice to meet you Allison…Let me tell you she does not give you enough credit.” Allison blushes as he runs his eyes from her skirt up to her hair curled down her shoulders. Hannah sends a smack into his chest, leaning over the counter, to which he laughs and asks what we want to drink.

“Uh I’ll have a long island and Ali…” Allison looks at her with slight panic considering she’s never really had alcohol before except for the one time her older sister sat her down before she graduated. She didn’t want her going to college before knowing how much alcohol she could handle (clearly she didn’t know her sister very well). So they sat on the couch and got wine drunk while watching crappy lifetime movies until Allison was falling over the coffee table. 

“She’ll have a daiquiri.” Hannah tells him before throwing him a wink and turning around to face the crowd. 

“What are we supposed to do now?” Allison asks her.

“Well why don’t you have your first drink first and then…whatever you want to do.” While Hannah talks to Will as he makes their drinks, Ali scans the area trying to decide whether or not she should fake being sick and go home. Like Hannah’s dumb enough to fall for that. 

She’s pulled out of ehr thoughts by a hand on her shoulder and a cold drink being placed in her hand. “Here, if you don’t like it I can just get you water and I’ll drink it, ok?” She nods before taking a sip. She’s overwhelmed by the taste of strawberry and lime, she doesn’t even notice the rum, which may end up being a bad thing by the end of the night. 

Her eyes widen and she nods in enjoyment as Hannah laughs at her reaction. 

They sit at the bar conversing with Will, well, Hannah converses with Will, Allison watches the two converse. She can tell Hannah totally likes him and he’s not hiding it very well either, it makes Allison smile to watch the interaction filled with their flirting when she knows tomorrow Hannah will be denying all of this. 

Through all of this, a second drink is passed to her, along with a third and considering her low tolerance she’s already tipsy after two and a half.

“Hannah.” She pokes her side.

“What’s up babe?” she shushes Will before giving all of her attention to Ali.

“I wanna dance.” She has a small smile on her face and Hannah turns her head to see Will’s eyebrows raised and a few chuckles leave his mouth. 

“Alright, go ahead.” She giggles at her friend.

“Oh no, you have to come with me.” Allison’s eyes widen at the prospect of going alone as she stands and grabs Hannah’s hand.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming.” She takes one last sip of her drink before following Ali to the surprisingly large group of people spread across the living room. Fire Burning by Sean Kingston’s blasting through the multiple speakers strewn across the house. 

To Hannah and honestly Allison’s surprise she’s having an amazing time, and she’s not a half-bad dancer. They take each other’s hand and follow the moves of everyone around them, laughing with some of the girls around them. 

After several songs and several minutes of thinking about nothing but the way her body moves, she feels a hand softly press against her hip, making her turn around and look up at the pair of green eyes the hand belongs to.

“Hi Harry!” She gasps and a wide smile stretches across her face.

“Hey Allison, wasn’t expecting to see you here.” He laughs at her clear tipsy state. 

“I wasn’t gonna come cause I knew you’d be here and you make me nervous but Hannah convinced me.” She spills her thoughts, not having as much restraint in her state. 

“I make you nervous?” He leans further down so she can hear him over the loud music. 

She nods, looking up at him through her deep lashes, biting her lip to try and contain her idiotic smile. 

“Well remind me to thank Hannah.” She turns her head at her name, seeing the two of them so close together she narrows her eyes and lets a smirk fall onto her lips. 

“My pleasure!” She yells to him to which he nods with the same stupid smirk that gets butterflies swarming in Ali’s stomach. 

Into you by Ariana Grande starts playing and Ali gasps, holding Harry’s arms tighter.

“I love this song! Do you wanna dance with me? I think Hannah left me for Will.” She laughs and so does he, nodding and grabbing her hand to lead her further into the crows from their spot on the edge. 

He places her hands on his neck before placing his own on her hips, allowing the two of them to get lost in the music.

After the song ends too soon the pair hear Harry’s name called from the other side of the room.

“Styles we’re about to get a game of pong going, let’s go!” He yells back a quick reply before looking down at Ali.

“Do you want to play? You don’t have to, we can keep dancing if you want, they’ll find someone else.” She shakes her head before telling him she’d like to try cup pong. She’d seen it in movies and it looks pretty easy so she thought why not. 

They walk over to the ping pong table outside on the patio, which, you’ll never guess, was filled with even more people. Who knew that many people even went to yale. 

Will and another guy on the lacrosse team stood on the other side of the table, Hannah standing on the side. 

“Hannah are you not playing?” Ali asks.

“Oh no I don’t do games, babe.” She laughs at her question before pushing her back to her side of the table. 

“That’s Ethan by the way, I heard you already met Will.” Harry told her.

“Allison! Have I heard a lot about you!” He smiles at her from the other end of the table as Harry sends him a glare. She looks up at him a little confused, not knowing why he’d know anything about her, but smiling back at him nonetheless and saying Hi.

“Have you ever played before?” Harry asks her, placing his hand on her back, a hand that send chills up and down her spine. 

She shakes her head replying with a small “no.”

“It’s easy, I’ll go first so you can watch and then you’ll be good, alright love?” Her cheeks heat up at that name again and she nods.

The game starts and from there it’s filled with yells, and several people gather around the table. She misses the cup the first couple times she goes, but after that she seems to be a natural, landing it every time without fail. She hears a couple whispers from people around the table, ‘Who is she?’ “I don't know, I've never seen her before’.

When it’s down to the last cup, unluckily it’s her turn and the two teams are head to head. Harry stands behind her with his hands on the table next to her hips as she eyes the cup in front of her. The position not exactly making it easy for her to focus. 

She throws the ball and it bounces on the table once before rolling along the rim of the cup and finally…falling in. Everybody yells, some in cheer, Will and Ethan in annoyance, She turns around and Harry’s arms are already thrown around her ribs, forcing her arms to go around his neck. Not that she minds, because she certainly doesn’t mind. 

The boys send their reluctant congrats over, patting Harry on the back and waving once more to Allison before heading inside to grab another drink. 

When she turns around she finds him closer than he was before if that’s even possible, and she can’t help but look at his pretty pink lips. 

“I thought you said you’ve never played before?” He smirks down at her, leaning slightly closer, forcing her butt to hit the ping pong table.

“I haven’t…beginner’s luck I guess.” She smiles.

“I usually suck at that game, I think you’re my lucky charm.” They both laugh until the giggling ends and they’re left staring between each other’s lips and eyes. 

Harry had seen her earlier from across the room and couldn’t help but widen his eyes at her perky ass in that skirt, her gorgeous body in that top, and her beautiful features that glowed in the flashing lights. Since then he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about what her lips would feel like, or how her body would feel beneath his fingertips. 

“Do you wanna go up to my room? You don’t have to say yes, we can just go back inside and we can find Hannah if you want.” He asks.

“No…I mean, yes, yes I want to go upstairs.” He smiles at her slight stuttering and wraps her hand in his before leading her inside and through the crowd, keeping her close at all times. 

As they quickly walked up the stairs she scanned the several sports plaques lining the walls and soon enough Harry was opening the door to a small room she presumed to be his. 

Unlike what she imagined college guys’ rooms to look like, Harry’s room was clean, organized, decorated with posters of bands, and sports teams, not to mention the giant stack of books in the corner of his room. 

“Harry?” She turned around from inspecting his room to find him standing over by the door throwing a sweatshirt that was hanging over his chair into his hamper. 

“Ali?” He responds.

“I-uh…I don’t want to like…have sex with you…tonight.” She shyly mutters, slightly embarrassed and a little afraid he would be mad. 

“Oh that’s okay…” He notices her getting seemingly more embarrassed. “Really Allison it’s okay.” He walks closer to her, lacing one of his fingers through two of hers. 

“I’m sorry it’s just I’ve never…um, I’m a little embarrassed.” She nervously laughs at the end of her sentence.

“Don’t apologize, please, and that’s nothing to be embarrassed about, If you want we can just sit and watch a movie or something…I really just wanted to be with you away from all those knuckleheads downstairs…promise.” He smiles at her, folding all of their fingers together and feeling her small hand enclosed by his. 

“I wanna do…other stuff though.” She looks up at him not sure what his reaction will be.

He walks her back slightly until the back of her knees hit his bed. 

“You want me to make you feel good?...Princess.” She nods, feeling drunk on something other than alcohol now. 

She eventually falls down onto the bed, and he wraps an arm around her to bring her up to the top of the mattress. 

He places one knee on the bed beside her, making the bed dip, before climbing overtop of her and hovering his face over her own.

“You’re unreal angel.” He tucks a stray piece of hair behind her ear to reveal her blown out pupils.

“You’re gorgeous Harry.” She replies, staring into his forest green eyes.

He chuckles at her words, loving how sweet she is. “Can I kiss you, princess?” She nods immediately, causing his smile to deepen and his thoughts to get darker. 

He leans his head down to brush his lip against her open ones, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. 

He finally leans back down and encases her bottom lip between his, pressing a sweet kiss to her rosy lips.

She already feels herself wanting more, already knowing that she’s obsessed with kissing him. 

He gives her another kiss, this time to her top lip and she reciprocates this time, pushing against him slightly and moving her hands up to grasp his hair. He moves his finger down her jaw before giving a kitten lick to the seam of her lips.

She gasps at his motion, causing him to lean back a little in question but she just nods and lifts her head to kiss his lips.

After he does that a few times, she finally gets comfortable enough to open her mouth to him. He doesn’t shove it inside, but instead slowly works his way in, licking across her tongue and along her mouth. She can feel a heat pool between her legs at his motions and finds herself squirming a little. 

They makeout for a couple minutes, each time he pulls away, she comes back for more, already becoming enthralled by his mouth. Eventually, he moves his mouth down to her jawline and presses kisses along the bone before going behind her ear and sucking at the kin there. She whimpers slightly at the feeling, continuing to let out breathy sighs and gasps as he works his way down her neck and over her collarbones. He feels around the bottom of her shirt tucking his fingers beneath the hem. 

“Can I take this off?” She nods urgently, wanting nothing more than to feel him closer. He lifts the shirt over her arms revealing a tiny white lace bra and the rest of her olive skin. 

“God you’re so sexy Ali.” She breathes harder at his praise combined with his lips moving to kiss over the swell of her breast. He sucks hard on the flesh, causing a red bruise to form. 

“You have no idea do you? You walk around in that tiny skirt and your cute headbands and you have no idea I’m getting hard in my pants?” She whines, growing more and more needy by the second, her bottom half squirming endlessly.

He grips her hips as he moves slowly down her body, planting kisses all over her pretty stomach. “Shh, stop moving.” He whispers against the skin right above her skirt. She immediately stops moving, following his orders, hoping to please him. All she cares about right now is being good for him. “Good girl.” She doesn’t think she’s ever had more butterflies in her life. 

He starts to pull at her skirt, looking up at her for approval to which she whispers a small yes. 

He pulls at the black material, shifting it down her pretty, tan legs. As the skirt inches further and further down, a matching ivory, lace pair of panties are revealed, making his jeans feel tighter by the second. 

He smirks at the darkened, damp patch right over her pussy as he pulls her skirt over her boots, before unzipping them and removing those with it. He takes off her last boot, holding her ankle in his hand. He smooths his hand over her soft calf, followed by her gorgeous thighs, and soon the hem of her panties.

“Harry-” She whimpers.

“‘S okay princess…You want my mouth?” Her eyes widen at the prospect, having never even been touched before, but she eagerly accepts his offer, feeling an indescribable ache for him. 

He kisses the inside of her thigh, running his tongue up the skin until she feels his breath over her clothed cunt. 

He presses an open-mouthed kiss right over the gray area, causing her body to tense yet relax at the same time. 

“Can I take these pretty panties off, angel?” 

“Yes, yes, please.” He watches her head nod, her hair fanning out across the pillow, his pillow.

“So polite…” He smirks, hooking his ringed fingers into the sides and pulling down. 

“Ali you’re soaked…All for me?” He asks, eyes blown out as he sets his eyes on her cunt for the first time.

She just whimpers again, too delirious to answer him.

“Answer me princess.” His eyebrows furrow slightly, his teeth biting into her thigh.

She gasps. “Yes, all for you Harry, please touch me.” 

He can’t seem to deny her any longer, so he immediately leans forward at her begging, licking a strip from her clenching hole to her clit. 

Her back arches at the first touch, already feeling like she’s going to explode. 

He smooths his hands up and down the tops of her thighs which are locked over his shoulders, caging his head in. And, there’s no place he’d rather be. 

He kisses around her folds, flicking his tongue up and down her bud, listening to her whines and moans. 

It’s when he sucks her clit into her clit into his mouth and sucks hard, tonguing at the nub that she really loses it. 

“Harry!” She yelps, reaching her hand down to tug at the curls on his head. 

“You’re pretty little clit’s all swollen, baby…” He tells her, wanting to get as much of a reaction out of her he can.

He untangles one arm from around her thigh to lightly tap his fingers against her hole. He feels her clench against them and he takes it as an invitation to slip one finger into her weeping hole. She welcomes him in, almost sucking his finger into her. He removes his digit as fast as he inserted it, replacing it with his tongue and reaching the tip as far as he can, licking around her walls causing her broken moan to serenade his ears. 

He inserts his finger again, this time with his middle and index and begins thrusting them in and out of her. He’s sure it must be slightly uncomfortable for her first time, so he eases her discomfort with kitten licks to her clit, causing her to relax around his fingers. 

He continues, until her finds tha spongy spot deep inside of her that causes her to shake around him.

“Oh! Harry I-” Her words are cut off by a moan and her smirks against her heat.

“Gonna come on my fingers, pretty girl?” She nods, losing herself on his tongue. 

Soon enough, with a few more pulsing sucks to her bud and a few more thrusts of his fingers, she’s releasing over his hand, his tongue immediately moving to lick up her orgasm. She shakes in the aftermath, breathy moans falling from her lips. 

She stills, her chest rising up and down, and mouth falling open. Her hand releases his hair and comes up to brush her hair off her face. 

He climbs overtop of her again, looking into the pretty color of her post-orgasmic eyes before pressing a soft kiss to her mouth, letting his bottom lip stick to her top for a lingering second. 

“Wow.” She says, causing him to chuckle loudly, followed by her giggles.

She smiles up at him, her giggles slowing to a stop. “Um…do you, you know…” She looks down to the tent in his jeans. 

“Oh no…I’m okay, really…Another time.” he winks, before moving off of her to grab a t-shirt from his drawer. He tosses her the item to let her inspect it. 

“You’re a Packers fan?” She asks, throwing the t-shirt over her head, and grabbing her underwear from the edge of the bed, to pull up her legs. 

“No other choice is there?” He smiles over his shoulder before crawling into the bed next to her. 

“I’m more of a Pats fan myself.” She smirks down at his lying position, her criss-cross position giving her height over him and allowing her hair to tickle his cheek.

“Get out.” He points to the door, causing her to laugh and hit his shoulder. 

“Um-no but you can stay if you want? You don’t have to but…I don’t know, it’s late.” He speaks through his continuous laughter. 

“I have lacrosse in the morning-”

“Me too, I can drive you?” She smiles at the prospect, her teeth biting into her lip. 

“Okay…” She lies down and he lifts the covers for her to slide into. 

“How do we feel about Friends?” He asks her, grabbing the remote from his bedside table. 

“Love!” 

“Oh thank god, I might actually have to kick you out if you were a patriots fan and a Friends hater.” She chuckles, nudging him with her hip, to which he responds by putting his arm around her shoulder and his other behind his head. 

The pair watch two episodes of Friends before Ali’s falling asleep, her eyes momentarily closing before opening again, and repeating until her body relaxes completely into his and her head falls onto his collarbone. 

And he brushes his fingers through the ends of her hair until his own sleep takes over him. 

His last thought crosses his mind. 

She doesn’t just get straight A’s in class does she…

[missluckycharms]

College!Harry would 100% be terrified of periods 🫢

he’d lose his mind …

Harry has never seen such a thing before.

His eyes are wide, body frozen in time as he looks down at his bed sheets that y/n offered to take off and stuff into the laundry hamper for him, saying she’d bring it down to the laundry mat later.

He didn’t mean to stumble upon this, he was just looking for a t shirt he possibly could of thrown into the hamper by accident — he’s regretting his decision now, because what he has found, will truly change his life forever (so he says).

“It’s a crime scene, a bloody fucking crime scene.”

He whispers to himself, clutching the sheets with a small patch of blood soaked into it, his body dropping it once he realises he’s still holding it. He looks around, as if he’s doing something he shouldn’t be and as if someone is going to catch him at this so called crime scene.

He walks out of his dorm bathroom quietly, eyes slightly wide as he enters his small bedroom, Y/N laying down on his bed chuckling at something she’s watching on her laptop that’s propped up on her thighs by a pillow.

She looks normal.

“Y/N.” Harry says, finally working up the courage to speak, he’s fidgety and he’s not looking at her properly, his eyes darting from her once she looks up at him.

“You okay? Y’look like you’ve seen a ghost-“

“I can’t go to prison.” He cuts her off, standing his ground as she looks at him as if he’s not speaking English, confusion laced on her features.

“I know … I know that this … us … is so great … so fucking great … but, I just … I just can’t go to prison for you!” He blurts out, slightly worried as she keeps staring at him.

“Harry, what on earth are you talking about? Why are you going to prison?” She laughs, watching as he shakes his head before kneeling down on the floor next to the bed where she’s sat.

“See that’s the thing, I am not going. You hear me? Whatever happens I will not go down for this. I’m sorry to throw you under the bus like this, but I just can’t.” He talks on and on, working himself up.

“What have I done? Harry, you’re not making sense, I’m worried. Is your concussion worse than we thought?” She’s so worried now, looking into his eyes as he just shakes his head.

“I found the evidence, the … the … sheets.” He sighs out, sounding as if he’s discovered her biggest secret.

“Harry-“

“I’ll visit you in prison I promise-“

“Harry!” She yells with a laugh, covering her hands over his as she brings him back out of whatever rant he was on.

“I got my period, I stained your sheets and I was going to wash them for you.” Harrys head whips up at her words, looking at her with a furrow in his brow.

“So you didn’t ki-“

“No, and no one’s going to prison.” She calms him down, trying to hide her laugh as he sighs in relief.

“Thank fuck, I thought I was about to be involved in something so bad.”

“It’s just my period, that’s all.” She kisses his forehead, his curls a mop on his head as she laughs quietly into them.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” He asks, she’s the one to sigh and get nervous now.

“Because I didn’t know if you’d want me around while I’m on it.” She admits, his head lifting up to look at her as she looks away from him.

“Heartbreaker, I always want to be around you. Besides, we can just whack down a towel and go at it as normal!” He says happily, causing her to roll her eyes as she laughs.

“Are you always thinking about sex?”

“With you, yes, of course.” He says as if it’s a well known fact amongst everyone.

[thestoryofusstan]

new oneshot soon!!

[jarofstyles]

Teenage Dirtbag Masterlist

The masterlist for the man we’ve all been waiting for, our guilty pleasure

✨Fratrry✨

Updates are a bit slow, but here is a compliation of all the parts. He wasn’t meant to be a series, but here we are 💖

Warnings: alcohol and marijuana use and mention, mention of bullying, annoying frat men, misogyny, power dynamics, sexual content including degrading, spitting, choking, exhibition, humiliation, spanking, slapping, bondage, unprotected sex(?), and all that fun stuff.

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⋆☾ Harry Styles Masterlist ☽⋆

Albums

╰ ★ nothing yet, coming soon

Singles

╰ ★ nothing yet

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The Arrangement

sugardaddy dom!harry x college student subby!reader

Based on this request - Harry's wife proposes that he find a mistress to meet his needs in the bedroom as she is no longer willing. His wife has 2 rules: The first is that he finds a professional, and the second is that no feelings are to be involved. But both of those rules are thrown out the window when he meets Y/n.

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, dom/sub dynamic, smut, use of implements for bondage and bdsm play, DDlg kink, cheating

Part 1 - 22k words

Y/n is an intern at Harry's company and he thinks she's adorable and might just be what he's been looking for. She's already smitten.

Part 2 - 17k words

Harry & Y/n start to get serious despite his wife's wishes, and there's something going on with Romy that isn't sitting right.

~Extras~

The Office Visit - 2k words

Y/n visits Harry at his office in the middle of the day for "lunch".

"Like this, Daddy?" - 3.4k words

Harry wants to make a cute video of Y/n stripping for him but it quickly turns into a sex tape.

Owned - 6.2k words

Harry brings Y/n to his home and Romy returns at a very bad time (takes place in the past before Harry and Romy split)

The Work Trip - 4.8k words

Harry takes Y/n with him on a work trip (takes place in the past before Harry and Romy split)

Pervert - 3k words

Based on this request. Harry calls Y/n to his office in the middle of a workday (takes place in the past before Harry and Romy split)

[harrysmimi]

New Student

Synopsis: One where YN bumps into a handsome dude at the party to only know how popular he is later

More of my work | Part Two is up

"Belle, you're coming with me or I'm going to this party myself!" YN told her roommate, who's also become her friend as she unpacked her stuff. She moved her flat with her friend.

"Why do you want to go to this party so bad? Let's stay in," Isabelle said.

"I haven't made any friends here and we don't even have any classes together, hell we aren't even in the same course!" YN whined plopping on her unmade bed face down.

"You're so dramatic," Isabelle laughed.

"You're so not a good friend. Please?"

"Fine we're going to the party, but I have a few errands to run I'll meet you there, send me the location." Isabelle grabbed her phone.

"Okay," YN nodded.

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Everything was louder than YN thought it would be, it was nothing like frat parties she's seen on TV or in movies. It was her first time to a place like this, but it was the best way to make friends she thought.

As soon as she entered the house, her eardrums were brought to edge of bursting, further down the hall was filled with people. A table was surrounded in the corner with screaming and cheering people, other corners were filled with couples making out, or getting to do something which should be usually something private, some heading upstairs for privacy. The backyard seemed pretty chilled so she made her way through sweaty, drunk frats out. There she found two girls from her Accounting class.

Something of nervousness washed over her to even go and talk to them, she have only spoke to them a couple of times in class that was related to studies. YN decided to chicken out and turned out to leave and call Isabelle but she bumped into someone.

"I'm, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," she stuttered and tried to leave but that person grabbed a hold of her wrist.

"Hey you alright?" His was deep and was carried with a thick accent, his words were laced with nothing but concern.

"Yeah, yeah I am, I am." YN nodded, scared of everything worse to happen to her, her only friend wasn't there too.

"You're all flustered and sweaty, come with me." He pointed out and dragged her to aside where there were barely any people which allowed fresh air to cool her down. She hadn't even realise jer face was all sweaty and her cheeks were damp with her tears. "Is something wrong?"

"No, no, I'm fine." She looked down all nervous, "Just, just that I'm not, I'm not fond of crowds. I, I, I just want to go."

"Hey, relax okay?" He handed her his solo cup.

"No, I, I don't drink."

"It's just water," he assured her but she has ready way too many articles and seen way too many documentaries where girls are offered drinks with some or many sorts of drugs and sold off.

"No, I, I don't want it." YN freed her hand from his grip and finally looked up at him, she thought her neck would have a sprain as to how tall he really stood in front of her. Think locks of long brown curls were free around his shoulders, the frown in between his brows made his green eyes look a ten times more intimidating. Her heart started palpitating in her chest making it even harder for her to breath.

"Look you're clearly about to have a full blown episode of panic attack," he set his cup down on the grass, "it's okay, it's okay."

"Eve — everything is, is closing on me, I can't, I can't breathe," she managed to sob out in between her gasps.

"Look at me," he grabbed her hand, "I want you point out everything you around yourself, okay, can y'do that for me?"

She looked at him again, he was now stood at a distance from her, "I, I see tree, there, there are people around me, no, no there are people around me!"

"Hey, hey focus on things around you mot people okay?" He assured her. "A tree, what else? C'mon love, I know you can do it."

"I, I see the house, fairy, fairy lights on, on the bushes," her breathing slowly started to steady out.

"You good now, love?" He asked.

"Yeah, yeah," she stuttered, "don't, don't call me that."

"I'm Harry by the way," he introduced himself, "you're alone here?"

"No, no I'm here with my friend," YN said, which wasn't a lie but her friend wasn't there yet, and it was better to say she is not alone than to be taken advantage of.

"Okay, call them up to come and get you." He stood next to her with his arms folded over his chest. She just glanced at him as she pulled out her phone from her dress pocket and called her friends number with stuttering hands.

Harry just couldn't help but notice how pretty she is. He haven't gotten her name yet, but that's okay. He tried to remember where he have seen her mean while he couldn't over her eyes, yes she was crying, but she's got the prettiest eyes even with mascara marks cascading down her full of her cheeks. A pair of big glasses with a dainty frame perched up on the bridge of her nose. A baby pink summer dress with embroidered strawberries covered her small (well, in compare to him) frame, spaghetti straps of her dress did not help covering up her black bra straps.

Now, now Harry try and keep your mind out of the gutter!

She had her hair gathered up into a braid in the back with few pieces of her hair falling on her face. It's still a bit warm.

"No, no please come and get me here," she cried on the phone to her friend which caught his attention, "no, nothing happened. please?" She waited for a beat, "okay, okay." And which that she hung up.

"Is your friend coming to get you?" He asked.

"Yes," she nodded stealing a few glances at him. "I, I need to go."

Before he can say anything further she fled the place.

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"Hey it's okay," Isabelle tried to console her friend who was sobbing in her pillow. "I didn't know you would panic like that."

"I know," she just sobbed, "this is why I can't make friends."

"Hey, come on, you have me." Belle said, "now stop crying, I was going to get pizza. You wanna join?"

"I'm not hungry," her voice was muffled by her pillow.

"Come on, love you haven't had your dinner yet. Let's go get something to eat, it's on me." She tried to convince her, "wherever you want to go, we can go to subway. You wanted to try right?"

"I can't order." YN sniffled turning onto her back.

"I can order for you, now come on, wash your face and come out I need to get my things."

"Okay," YN nodded and got out of her bed, washed up her face and took off her makeup which was left after her crying session. Isabelle took her to a pizza place and ordered for her like she said.

"By the way, who was that guy?" She asked.

"I don't know," YN shrugged taking a sip of her coke.

"You didn't even looked at him?" Her friend gasped.

"I was trying to breathe," YN defended herself.

"Mhmm, I'm sure he took your breath away. Was he that beautiful?" Isabelle said but YN just shook her head, "dude you gay something?"

YN giggled, "what? No, I did not look at him but he said his name is Harry."

"Harry?"

"Yeah, what's there to be so shocked about?" YN picked up her first pizza slice.

"Lemme ask the follow up questions." Isabelle gulped down her pizza, "was he tall?"

"I'm short so everyone is tall for me, so yeah."

"Did he hand long hair?"

"I'm pretty sure, yeah," YN nodded.

"Bitch you bumped into Harry Styles, and helped you through your panic attack? Amd offered you water?" YN knew her friend is dramatic, but she didn't know she was that dramatic. "Oh my god, I would have happily accepted poison from him."

"That's not right Belle!" YN smacked her arm, "what's with him?"

"He is our senior, most popular one on the campus." Isabelle said, "I cliche playboy, but he's so fucking genius, he is in your course but two years ahead of you."

"That's nice, he will get out of the campus this year." YN sighed of relief.

"What? That's rude to say, and he plays soccer, or I should say Football, he's from Manchester close by to where your dad lives."

"My dad lives in London." YN corrected her. "You know that,you lived next door to him."

"Yeah it's like five hour drive from there, but hear me out, he does not go around talking to anyone unless he wants to sleep with them." Isabelle ended her rant.

"But I bumped into him," YN said, "he did mot approach me, but he did pulled me to a side and helped me whilst I was having a panic attack, as you label it."

"Oh my god, he's got a crush on you. Definitely!" Isabelle gasped in her own concluded assumption, "if didn't had boyfriend, I would be so jealous of you."

YN scoffed, "I don't want that, I'm just here to study."

"Right," Isabelle rolled her eyes.

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It was Monday morning, YN was waiting for her accounting professor to dismiss the class as she was getting late for work. She worked on campus at the college canteen and to be fair her boss was a bitch. She always sat closest to the door so she can flee the place as fast as she could. Amd that's what she did. Speed walking she bumped into someone again, dropped her book and pencil pouch.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she bent down to pick up her stuff.

"You always keep bumping into people?" She heard very familiar voice which caught her attention making her look up at him.

"No," she shook her head and started walking down the hallway towards canteen.

"Then I'm just going to assume you don't look where you're going." He said earning a panicked death glare from her. "Just want you to be safe, love."

"Don't call me that, and, and leave me alone." She speed walked away from him. Her shift was just three hours a day, which went by very fast. Just when she was about to go to the back and head for her last class she was approached by another customer which was Isabelle.

"Hiya love," she said, "I need a coffee so bad!"

"One coffee coming right up," YN smiled, got her friend her coffee and her friend cookie. "It's on me."

"No lemme pay," Isabelle fished out her card.

"You got me pizza last night," YN stopped her.

"Okay, you done for the day?" She asked.

"Yeah, I've got another lecture to attend then I'm done." YN said.

"Okay, I'll wait for you in the library, I have to get this report done by midnight."

"Yeah," YN nodded and watched her friend just to be approached by another customer. It was that Harry guy.

"Hi, what can I get for you?" She asked. Usually she would introduce herself and make a sma talk but she did mot wanted to talk to him.

"Hiya, darling," he smiled. "I'll get a plain black coffee please," he said.

"Anything else?"

"The cookie you gave your friend." He shrugged and handed his card to her.

"Okay," she nodded and made his order real quick, she watched him put a five dollar bill in the tip jar before leaving.

After her last class, YN went to library to see her friend.

"I will take an hour more to complete this YN, but you can go back if you want." Isabelle said.

"No, I, I need to use one of the computer here too, I'll be done by the time you are." YN assured her friend.

She sat down at one of the library computer and did her work for one of her assignment and submitted it, printed one out to submit it the next day. It all took her not more than half and hour and her friend was still not done so she waited.

"Why don't you ask your dad to get you a computer?" Isabelle asked, "he pays for your tuition anyway."

"He does not, I got scholarship." YN corrected her, "he just paid for three months of my rent."

"Again, he should at least get you laptop. It wouldn't cost him much of what he spends on your half siblings." She rolled her eyes.

"I, I did ask him, he said he will send me some money to buy one." YN shrugged, "I don't like to bother him much."

"Come on, I've lived next door to your dad my whole life, his kids are little monsters. Like real demons, have you seen your fifteen year old half sister? She doesn't go out without anything Gucci?"

"It's okay with me," YN said, "they bother him doesn't mean I should too, you know?"

"Uh-huh, I do," Isabelle shook her head.

"I can get my work done just fine with the library computer." YN shrugged making an excuse, knowing very well that those computers are like four year old and need an upgrade real bad. And she is saving up to get one herself, it's nust that most her salary is eaten up by rent and food costs. "You want pasta for dinner?"

"If you're making, then I'm never going to turn down your desi version of pasta." Isabelle agreed.

YN laughed, "okay then I'll make my desi version of pasta."

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"Hello love," Harry greeted his unnamed friend who was coming out of her class all happy and bubbly looking in her phone. Her happiness quickly washed away looking up at him. "Good morning to you too," he smiled looking at her now grumpy face.

It's been about a month, Harry have figured she have her third lecture the same time as his. She would be the first, or at least few of the firsts to leave the lecture hall. He finds her very intriguing as she tried her best to avoid him. Today he headed to his next class.

"So, where are you with that girl?" Kacy asked.

"Which girl?" Harry said, eating his lunch.

"That girl you talk to every other day on the after your third lecture." Kacy helped his point out what she was actually talking about.

"Yeah, is she hard to get or something? You've never tried to talk anyone up like that," Niall said, stole from his girlfriend's lunch.

"Why would talk about her like that?" Harry shot him a deadpan look.

"Oh come on, she hardly talks to anyone, she's no one, she isn't even that great with studies." Beatrice said who was sat next to Harry. "She's in my accounting class, she never talks to anyone."

"She is very pretty I'm not going to lie," Kacy commented, Harry was trying hard not let his smile reach up to his face thinking right about what his friend said.

"Why don't you go talk to her then? Maybe she's gay too and would want to go out with someone like you?" Beatrice rolled her eyes.

"That's rude, Trice," Louis deadpanned, "you're talking about my sister here."

"Whatever," she rolled her wyes again.

"I'm done," Harry grabbed his things and stood up to leave. Beatrice found the opportunity and followed after him leaving her half eaten lunch on the table there. He wasn't feeling to attend his last lecture which wasn't that important either so he decided to head back to his flat.

"But, Belle, I was thinking to go today, I needed it to complete my assignment it's due midnight." He heard soft voice from the corner of the exit, "okay, I'll go to the library then, you take care of him, and call me if you, you need anything. No it's okay, it's okay we can go tomorrow yeah."

"Careful," Harry said when she almost bumped into him, yet again on her way to library like she said. His heart melted seeing her teary eyes, "you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah," she nodded and tried to leave from the other side but he stopped her. "I have to go, can, can you please move?"

"Harry, wait!"

Harry sighed hearing his friend, "you're going to library right? Come with me then." He grabbed her hand lacing his fingers through hers and started walking out, on way to the longer route to library.

"I, I want to go to the library." She said, trying to free her hand from his gentle grip.

"We're going to library." He said and kept walking.

YN was quite surprised to learn another route to library but it was from back and all the computers were up front. Library was quite crowded today.

"You want to sit here?" Harry asked.

"No, I, I want to use computer." She answered, "I, I'll go there."

"You don't computer?" He asked, confused how she doesn't have her own computer. She just nodded in no. "Come on, have a seat you can use mine." He dropped her hand pulled out a chair for her.

"No, it's fine, thank you." She shook her head taking advantage of his hand not having a hold of her she stepped back.

"Those computers are like century old, this will be faster," he tried to convince her. He was right, that computer takes about a minute and half to load every little action and she needed to make a twenty five slide presentation in detail because she doesn't have to present it in class as it was a last minute thing assigned by her professor. Even Isabelle would have offered her, her laptop.

"Okay, thank you," she nodded and took up on his offer. Harry pulled out his MacBook and sat next to her.

"What you want to do?" He asked.

"I, I want to make a presentation." She shared, "I, I don't know how to use this." She have never used MacBook and the computers on campus run on windows.

"It's the same as the other computers." Harry said. "I'll help you if you need any."

"Oh, okay." She nodded again. She realised it was name thing it just looked a bit different with dark mode turned on. Harry watched as she pulled out her book with her entire assignment planned out, slide by slide, all she needed to do was type it out.

"I never got to ask your name by the way," Harry spoke his voice hushed, his elbow rested on the desk with his chin planted on the heel of his palm.

"YN," she said.

Finally, he's got a name to put to those pretty eyes of her.

"Why have you been avoiding me YN?" He asked, tried to keep up a conversation because he's got nothing to do, but all he got was just a simple shrug of her shoulders from YN. Harry sat there in silence and watched her complete her assignment, he didn't know what else to say.

His friends are right when they say he's bad at this stuff. Harry found relationships pretty distracting, all it was that he didn't know how to go through with stuff and be with someone. So he just always stuck to participating in hookup cultures where his friends were all in long term relationships. He'd hate to admit it but he really left out.

Through his two years of flirting and sleeping around with people, he's quite polished his flirting skill, but he didn't wanted to flirt with her. He doubts she would even know what flirting is, but never judge a book by it's cover, right? He would somehow try and figure out how to go ask someone on a proper date, or even try to take up many of offers from people who ask him out but with his playboy persona (who he have no one to blame but himself) it was a bit difficult. Not a bit, but really difficult.

"You're in first year right?" He asked, finally being proud of himself for thinking of something to talk about.

"Mhmm," she glanced at him once before she got to her work. "Thank you for helping me the other day."

"Mhmm," he nodded, happy that she's finally talking.

"Thank you for letting me use your laptop," she said after a beat.

"Have you got a list of thank yous?" He chuckled softly, she looked at him again and shook her head. "Aren't you friends with Beatrice?"

"I haven't got any friends yet." YN shrugged, "I just know Isabelle, that too because she lived next door to by dad before her and I moved here."

"Mhmm, I see," he sighed, "if you need any help you can ask me, yeah?"

"Thank you." She smiled, "I'm done with my assignment, can you please email it to me?"

"Sure," he emailed the file to him. "You should have submitted it as well."

"I will do that when I get back home with my phone." She said, "thank you again, you let me use your laptop even though you don't know me."

"Now I do." He smiled, his dimples denting deep in his cheeks. She just smiled and looked back her her notes tucking her loose hair behind her ear and packed her things back in her bag. He walked offered her out to the campus gate.

"Thank you again for letting me use your laptop," YN said, trying to keep up with his fast pace of walking, "I, I was going to get one today but my friend, she, she got to go see her boyfriend last minute as he got into accident."

"Really? Is he fine now?"

"I don't know," she shrugged clutching onto her tote tightly, "I really needed to complete that project today itself, thank you so much."

"You're so welcome, love, now stop thanking me." He chuckled.

"Yeah, okay," she nodded and looked down, "I, I should go now."

"Yeah, see ya around." He said. YN headed to the same direction he was going towards which caught him off guard, "you following me?" She paused and looked at him, a little scared and taken back.

"No, my flat is this way," she defended himself.

"I'm just playing," he chuckled, "want to walk together?" She just nodded.

Harry noticed she was out of breath, clutching onto her bag like her life depends on it trying to keep up with him so he slowed down his pace.

"I really like your bag by the way, where did you get it from?"

"My Dadi, I mean my grandma crocheted it for me." She shared, happily and proud. It was just a simple being tote bag with her initial on it, a teddy bear charm hung on one of the handles.

"I want one too, if she can make it for me." He requested, and watched her smile fade away in instance, "I'm sorry if that was too forward of me."

"No, no it's okay, you don't know." She shook her head, "she passed. Not to long ago."

"I'm sorry," he left bad.

"But she would have made one for you too," she assured him sniffling onto her tears which were coward enough to not leave her eyes this time.

"Yeah?" He smiled, "tell me about her."

Harry wouldn't lie he really enjoyed hearing her talk—or rant one can say—about how amazing her grandma was. He couldn't help but notice her flinch on every small noise distrubance on the street, especially fast cars and motorcycles passing by on the road. He subtly moved closer to the side closest to the street, she looked anxious of every little thing around her and that made his heart hurt. She stopped by building.

"Thank you walking me home," she said.

"You live here?" He asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"I live here too," he couldn't believe it, "I never saw you leaving or coming back."

"Isabelle and I moved here not even a month and half ago." YN shared. "Maybe that's why you didn't see us around."

"Mhmm I see, you live on the fourth floor?" He pushed the lift button.

"How do you know?" She seemed genuinely confused and shocked.

"Just a wild lil' guess," he shrugged, trying to hold back his laugh seeing her amusement, he stepped on the entrance of the lift so it won't shut and waited for YN to get in, he followed her right after. Watched her press number four he just stood there seeing her realise how his wild lil' guess was so accurate, she just chose to not acknowledge it.

"You want to go get coffee sometime?" He asked, finally, though it took everything in him to gather every mili gram of courage. She glanced up at him, a tiny bit confused.

"I don't drink coffee," she shook her head and looked ahead, watching the number on the digital screen go from two to three. "But thank you for offering."

He chuckled, "my pleasure," is all he could say.

He'd never found a rejection that adorable though.

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It's been a good couple of weeks, or even a little couple of weeks. YN was seeing herself improve in her weak subjects really, her assignments were being submitted on time, she did not had to waste twice of time now on library computers. Like Isabelle had promised, she had gone to get a laptop with YN.

As for Harry, Isabelle have been on YN's nerves as she saw him walk her home the other day, asking all sorts of questions. She was enjoying it because she's got a personal beef with Beatrice who is trying her best to get with Harry from day one.

Isabelle was hanging out with YN in her balcony as both of them had their study session together, whilst her best friend gossiped about her family drama and she just listened. It was a secret that balcony next to hers was Harry's to her friend, well it was until Isabelle gasped her soul out, started slapping her friends knee.

"What?" YN whined looking up from her notes.

"Hello Harry," Isabelle smiled.

"Hello Isabelle," Harry smiled back, he rested his coffee mug on the small table on his balcony, he walked over to the closest side to YN's to lean over the railing. "Hello love." He greeted YN.

"Hi," YN looked at him over her shoulder. Just as Harry was about to start a conversation his phone started ringing in his room so he had to excuse himself.

"'Ello love," Isabelle teased, "he likes you, doesn't he? Have he asked you out yet? Have you two made out yet?"

"Oh my god, calm down Belle!" YN exclaimed, "no, no, that's not happening."

"Why? He's good looking, isn't like we thought he is, in fact he's very sweet and humble, you know how many girls would die to date him?" Isabelle laid out all the reason, "he walks home with you everyday, lives next door, if I were you I'd shoot my shot."

"No, no, I can't do that." YN shook her head and picked up her pen she just dropped.

"What's wrong with that?" Her friend pushed, "it's okay to date, you said he asked if you wanted to get coffee with him and you said you don't drink coffee? Yeah, he was asking you out."

"He was just being nice," YN sighed in denial and continued her work. "It's looked down upon where I'm from if a girl is going out with a guy, and he's white. My aunty would bury me alive."

"Babe, she kicked you out, you grandma was trying to marry you to your cousin, that's not normal." Isabelle said.

"I know, but I don't find it is right."

"You're gonna die single." Her friend rolled her eyes.

"I won't, I'll marry someone my dad chooses."

"It's not 1850s, arrange marriages isn't a thing anymore," Isabelle exclaimed, "you cannot marry a guy blindly your dad chooses for you!"

"Not blindly," YN shrugged confusedly.

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Winter was coming closer, which meant Christmas holiday was coming closer and she was so excited to spend that time back home with her dad. She was getting her work as fast as she could so she could leave the day her vacation starts.

Now she was just four when her dad had taken her back to India so she can live with her grandma and uncles as her step mother met every stereotypes of a step mother and did not wanted her there. It's not like her dad did not love her, he called her everyday and talked to her for however long she wanted, but that however long became an hour a day, and that hour a day became every other day, that every other day became once a week and that once a week become once a month to once every other month.

Her aunties were abusive of her, she never got to go to nice schools like all her cousins did, she never got to wear nice clothes like other kids even though her dad never wanted her to feel that way, he sent her many, many presents but her cousins were to hog all of that, when she started highschool her dad sent her two phones which was also hogged by her cousins. She never got to go out and play with the kids in her neighbourhood her aunties made her help them in house. All she did was tried her best to study without anyone's help and spend her time with her grandma who was the only person nice to her.

Yeah, it was sap story, she knows that. That's why she doesn't like to talk about it, especially when her dad had got her out of that house, now she's going to college in one of the most prestigious university.

Though her dad never believed her and thought she was lying just for him to take her back to London with him when she'd cry over phone to him, it was never too late to realise she wasn't.

Today she was alone at home, getting last of assignment sorted and looking for cheapest flights to London when she got a call from her dad she was waiting for.

"Hello, Baba?" She answered, and talked to him for long time. Her step mother never let him talk to her so he was calling her whilst he was on his night walk alone.

She shared really special bond with her father from the very first day, maybe because that's all she knew? She never knew her mum though. Up until she was four, it was her and her dad, but he met his now wife and everything did 180 for her. But she still loves her dad.

"No, I'm did eat my dinner yet," she shared with her dad when he enquired that.

"Why not beta, you have to eat so you have energy to study, right? Are you taking care of yourself right?" He said.

"I know, I know, I'm taking care of myself. I, I was just getting my work done before I come and see you for holidays?" She finally brought up the topic which made her forget she's a human and she needs to eat. The line on the other side went deal silent, "Hello, Baba you there?"

"Yes, uhhh, you, you don't have to come see me." Her dad stuttered, "I will come there to see you myself."

"When? Are you coming this holiday? I have my days off from two days!" She got excited.

"Not this time, but next time, yeah?" He tried to be as convincing as he could but she wasn't convinced, not even a tiny bit, "I'm, I'm going on a vacation with my family and as soon as I'm done there I'll straight be heading to States to come see you, okay?"

She tried to hold back her tears as they'd show through her voice, taking a deep breath a long pause, "okay. I, I need to go now, I'll talk to you later." With that she hung up on him.

Isn't she his family too? Why wouldn't he take her with him?

She's going to be all alone for whole month, Isabelle is going to her Boyfriend's parents' home this time. She has got to friends here except of her. Though she doesn't celebrate Christmas but she really looked forward to the holidays, her dad got her many presents just so she doesn't felt left out with all her friends who celebrated the holiday, they went out to have dinner to her choice of restaurant. She was just four but she remembered it all, that's what she got something happy to remember. She remembered they watched Matilda the year before he took her to live with her grandma. YN didn't realise she was sobbing, loudly with her head in her palm of her hands until she heard a familiar voice call for her.

"Hey YN, what's wrong love?" She looked up to find a concerned Harry stood in his balcony, he was in his Payjama still, grey sweats and a loose black Tshirt covered his form.

"I, I am good," she mumbled standing up and rushing inside her room, she forgot to close the door to her balcony as she wanted her room to be dark so she turned back around go shut it but she was shocked to see Harry there. "How—how did you get here?" She asked, scared thinking all the possibilities of how he might've got in.

"Doesn't matter," he dismissed her question, "what's wrong lovie, why are you crying so badly?"

"What—what's wrong? Nothing's wrong. I'm, I'm mot crying." She wiped her face with the sleeves of her jumper. Harry just sighed at her failed attempt of lying. He grabbed a gentle hold of her hand and made her sit ok the edge of her bed whilst he crouched in front of her.

"I know we aren't that good of friends. Yet. That doesn't mean you can't share anything with me, yeah?" His tone was soft yet there was usual rasp to his voice, he hand both their hands clasped together in her lap, "you want to talk about it?" She just looked down at their hands in her lap sniffling and shook her head in no. He'd never push her to her limits so he stopped there.

Few strands of hair fell onto her face, he carefully reached out to tuck those pieces of hair behind her ear, she flinched, tilting her head to her shoulder. "What's wrong love? It's just me." He assured her taking his hand back. "You want to talk about something else?" He suggested.

"No."

In about five months of knowing her it wasn't hard for Harry to come to terms that every little thing made her cry, it might be something happy or something sad, which isn't wrong. Especially if she's upset or sad. He hated to see tears in her eyes. He have no idea how to make her stop crying either, he just sat there watching her cry and sniffle.

"You did mot just climbed into my balcony from yours!" She panicked all of a sudden. "You could have hurt yourself or, or worse, you could have fallen down, for gods sake we-we live on fourth floor Harry!" She scolded once it hit her how he must have gotten in, again.

"Yeah, that was bad decision I made, but nothing happened." He made an excuse after admitting. He took a pause, "Mitch and I were going out to get dinner, come with us."

"I'm not, I'm mot hungry. Thank you." She shook her head.

"I'm not asking," he stood up to leave, "leaving by the main door." He padded down to the door of her bedroom, but stopped, "fifteen minutes." With that he walked out barefoot back to his flat, through the door this time not the balcony.

The rest of the evening was pretty nice. Mitch was a good friend of Harry's who got along with her very good. She wasn't expecting to go out of her room let alone go get dinner with her neighbour dudes, one of who is her college mate. Mitch had to go get his girlfriend from the airport so he left earlier than he planned to leave, Harry took the full advantage of the time and drove YN to a nice cafe so they have hot chocolate— he remembered she doesn't drink coffee.

"I'm sorry about getting into your flat— I mean appartment like that earlier." He spoke, setting her cup of hot chocolate right in front of her.

"I'm just glad you didn't hurt yourself though." She said, "and you don't need to correct yourself, I'm technically British."

"I see," he smiled, dimples denting deep in his cheeks, "we've become really good friends recently, haven't we?" He pondered, looking at her sip her cup full of warm chocolaty goodness. It was quite an adorable sight seeing her glasses fog up when she blew at her hot drink.

"I know," she smiled and took off her fogged up glasses and set her cup down, "I thought I would never be able to make any friends here, given I've already finished my first term. And I don't know..."

"Why did you think that? You made friends with me." He was quite surprised.

"I didn't, you did." She corrected him, "I just don't know, I don't like to go up to people and start a conversation. I'm not very good at it. I know Isabelle from London she lived next door to my dad with her parents, we applied at same colleges and we got accepted here so I moved with her."

He nodded acknowledging everything she said, "I'm surprised you haven't picked up on accent if you're from London."

"I Never got to, I lived my grandmother from when I was four." She shared, just a tiny bit, "so I haven't got the chance to. How did you and Mitch meet?"

"He works at my dad's company here in New York." Harry shared, "been living with him for about three years now."

"Oh, that's nice." YN nodded. "He's very nice person."

"Isn't he?" Harry exclaimed, "you know what he's even an excellent guitar player, and I've been telling him that..." and he went on and on about one of his best friend.

By the end of his rant, they had two empty cups of which earlier contained hot chocolate he was quite surprised how patient she was with his slow talking, most people found him annoying, hell even his own sister found him annoying sometimes. But she looked tired and it was quarter past ten, the cafe was about to be closed anyway. He paid for the drink and they headed out.

"You look tired, sorry for keeping you out this late." Harry said.

"It's okay, it's just a little later than my bed time." She shrugged, stuffing her hands in her coat pockets to keep herself warm and probably tried her best not to yawn.

"Why were you crying earlier?" He asked just because it had been bugging him all evening okay!

"It was nothing. I thought I'd go back to my dad this vacation but he's going somewhere with his family, I mean my step mother and siblings." She shared, "I was a little upset but it's okay. He said he'll come see me next vacation," she said that more to herself than saying with the purpose of sharing with Harry.

"So you're not going home either?" Is what he enquired.

"Nope," she shook her head, "why?"

"I'm not either, I have my mum and dad come over this time. It's actually with my dad having some work here and mum is just coming to see me for two days then she'll be off with her own friends to New York City." He explained, " even Mitch is going to see Sarah's parents this time around. He's been shitting his pants thinking about it." YN just laughed at that.

"Sarah doesn't live here?" She enquired.

"Oh no, she's from Brighton, she's a drummer so she travels quite alot she's got a gig tomorrow after that she'll be taking my best friend with her." Harry explained. "Anyway, what do you think about ice skating?"

"I— I don't know, I've never been ice skating." She said, and he just nodded. They walked in silence for a quite a bit, Mitch had taken his car so they had no other option than to walk twenty minutes.

Just when he was about to comment something on the conversation, a drunk bastard who was coming down the pavement bumped into YN.

"Oi, look where you are walking twat!" Harry pulled YN closer to him and kept walking. "It's Christmas eve tomorrow, what are your plans?"

"Nothing," she said. "I have to go to work tomorrow in morning. Why?"

"I was going to bake my mum's ginger bread cookies, thought you'd want to join." He shared.

"You know how to bake?" YN was surprised.

"I worked at a bakery for two years." He bragged, proudly. "What you don't believe me? I'm actually an excellent Baker, if I weren't to take over after my dad in his business I'd start my own bakery."

"Mhmm," YN chuckled.

"You still don't believe me?" He squinted his eyes at her, "you're coming over tomorrow and watch me bake, maybe get the best ginger bread cookies in the world to eat."

"Okay," she nodded still mot believing him.

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Harry had gotten out all the ingredients to make his cookies, he was really adamant to prove he can make best cookies, he wanted to bake with her. He'd already gotten to make some when his mum came over but left in evening to go out with her friends. He just couldn't deny his mum when she offered to assist him.

This morning Isabelle had invited him and Mitch over to give them presents she got both of them and have morning tea and coffee before she had to leave. Harry had really made two more good friends apart from Mitch over past few months he is very grateful for.

But he found their Christmas tree set up very adorable, it was a small fake tree which he was sure isn't taller than a half a foot with with dainty lights all around it and some DIY fake presents underneath it is to make it appear like a real deal was kept on their coffee table. It was creative and adorable he found, of course because it was YN's idea as her and her best friend couldn't afford to get a decent sized tree. It was a fake tree Isabelle found at wallmart for very cheap and YN made mini fake presents to keep under it with some things she had laying around.

He was just waiting around when he heard some noise from next door, it was definitely YN but he was curious to see what she was doing and he's nosy he went out check on her to find her struggling to get a butt ton of delivery boxes inside.

"Oh god!" She mumbled falling down on her bum trying to lift a box which was half her size.

"Hey, you alright?" Harry chuckled.

"Not funny," she huffed getting up.

"You went ham on online shopping, huh?" He picked up the box she was struggling to get inside. She picked up the few smaller boxes.

"I did not order these," she was out of breath carrying what looked like a TV inside and keeping it on the sofa when her phone chimed in her bag, she dug it out after she was done getting all the stuff in. It was a text from her dad apologising for being able to go see her and promise of doing just that the first thing after New year's, these were just presents and stuff she had casually mentioned to him that he'd sent her.

"A mini fucking fridge!" She exclaimed taking Harry by surprise, he never expected her to be kind one to cuss.

She remembered that Isabelle and YN are getting another roommate, they have an extra room so they need both need their separate mini fridges to keep their food in because the mew girl is a nightmare but she pays her bills and rent on time. It was going to be very new getting groceries for only herself as her and her best friend got groceries together every week and shared with no problems at all.

"You've really gotten jnto Christmas spirit here, huh?" Harry chuckled seeing her so happy all of a sudden. After a short break of breather and removing every item from it's brown box, Harry helped her carry everything to her room. Luckily he haven't got the cookies in the oven yet. He watched as she placed every thing as she wants on it's place so she take her time to arrange everything whenever she wants. She placed the TV on her dresser, to set it up later.

"You want me to help you set that up?" He asked.

"It's fine, I'll do that later." She declined politely.

"You were struggling to lift that box up," he shook his head, "lemme help ya." He picked up the box with his one bare hand which she was struggling to lift up with both hands, given the fact LED TVs are fairly very lightweight. She looked at him embarrassedly as he set up her new TV.

"Oh, you want to watch The Office? I found it on Netflix last night and it's hilarious!" She shared excitedly.

"Never heard of that show, yeah I'll watch it with you," he nodded, lying, he knows the entire series from first word to the last. He was just surprised to see she had just found that show. "I'll bring the cookies."

"You baked them already?" Her eyes rounded out immediately, the emotion of upset laced with her voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry love, mum came over so we baked together." He explained, "I'll bring them anyway, yeah? We can bake some sugar cookies tomorrow." With that he rushed over to his flat and brought all the cookies (red velvet, chocolate chip and ginger bread) he's made with his mum. By the time he was over she had put on the show on the TV. She was already on season 2, Episode 13 where Jim let's Michael take him on an very uncomfortable lunch at Hooters just so he doesn't tell his crush about his feelings.

"You did not make these," she loomed at him with squinty suspicious eyes looking at the cooking.

"I told you we're baking more cookies darlin'," he kept the Tupperware containers on her bed and made himself comfy by the headboard of her large twin sized bed.

Her room really screamed her personality to him, quiet and pretty. There was nothing much in her room, excluding the stuff she received today, a dark study table with a desk book shelf with her stuff arranged nicely on it, above it was a cork board witch jute strings tied around the width of it, few film pictures hung there with helf of coloured baby clips and a couple of certificates pined on it. On the left was an empty area where her laundry basket sat and next to that was her beige dresser. Her bed was soft, with cotton sheets printed with 3D looking flowers, and her chocolate brown duvet, twi bed side tables with ransoms jewellery kept in a dish, her closet with mirror doors.

Right in front of him she sat in her very worn out looking blue zip up jerkin which would literally gobble up her small form if it was a living object, especially with the hood on, he's seen her wear it around all the house (or mainly when he'd meet her on their respective balconies) all the time since it has started getting cold.

"You like 'em?" He asked watching her take a bite of the chocolate chip cookie.

"They're good," she nodded. "You're mum is amazing."

"Oh for god's sake," he breathed out a laugh, "I'll tell her about you praising her cookies."

They both finished the entire rest of the season in next three and half hours. It was nearly midnight and Harry was feeling jittery wanting to blurt out his feelings to her so bad.

"Hey YN?" He started, cleared his throat.

"Hmm?" She turned to him.

"I wanted to tell you something," he started. Her looking at him with all her attention made him a bit nervous.

"What?" She giggled finding his nervous fave funny.

"I'd probably ruin our friendship with this but urmm," he took a short moment, "I really like you, a lot actually. Like more than a friend. Just wanted to get this out of my chest, it's okay and I hope it doesn't change anything between us if you don't feel the same."

If Isabelle would be present there that moment, she'd be laughing her butt off bragging how right she was. That's that, but YN's been especially taken back by him really confessing his feelings for her like that. He's nice to her. Like very nice to her unlike other people who are in her life other than her dad and Isabelle.

She knew she'd got this issue—which she doesn't know jf it's good or bad—of attachment with every person who's nice to her. All of them have betrayed her, especially her friends growing up. Hell even her own father betrayed her leaving her back with her cruel aunties and uncles who'd abuse her mentally and emotionally, but he'd made up for it or at least trying to make up to her. It scared her to get to know people around her, even the thought of loosing her best friend, Isabelle scares her and Harry talking about having romantic feelings for her.

It was so new to her to feel that way. She did enjoyed every moment with him, he'd stay with her at the library after classes and wait for her finish up her projects or help her out in subjects she's not confident in. The other day he even stood upto her when Beatrice was talking shit about her. He'd taken her to see his other friends for the first time that day, whilst everyone was nice Beatrice wasn't having a good time around her. These were just two of many examples why he's third person (other being her dad and Isabelle) she feels safe to be around.

He is special to her, like how she remembers her grandma telling her about different relationships she's have with people around her. Her grandma was special to her in a different way, her dad is special one to her in a different way, Isabelle is special to her in a different way now so is Harry. But quite more specific than Isabelle is. She's had a fare shares of staring at him when he's speaking noticing the way his mouth moved with every syllable he spoke, or randomly giving him a coffee for free at the college canteen even though it would maybe get her in trouble. She'd even given deep thoughts to Isabelle's fire round of questions the first time Harry walked her home. He'd flirt with her subtly all chances he got but he knows his limits of course, even if he's in from of his friends or even her own best friend. Isabelle was kind enough to let the oblivious YN know he's flirting with her all the chances he get, since then his remarks haven't failed to make blood rush through her veins to her face. Did she really imagined going out with him, and maybe, just a tiny maybe kissing him, being with him like other people are with their person? Well, maybe...

It was so overwhelming that her vision started to blur up, tears pooled up in her eyes, which scared Harry.

"Hey, hey I'm really sorry if I said something that made you upset. Please don't cry love!" He cooed, his voice soft as he scooted closer to her and reached for her sweater paw, for the first time she did not flinched by his gesture of holding her hand like that. "I'm so, so sorry."

"No, no, it's—" she sucked in a breath before admitting, "—it's just overwhelming." He opted to wait for her speak up on her own without him having to dig out what was going on in her mind.

"I'm sorry, I just, I don't know." She shrugged, "no one's every said that to me."

He didn't meant to shame her but he couldn't help the soft giggle which escape his lips, "you're crying 'cause I said I like you a lot? Well, that's the truth, you don't have to 'cause I don't mind saying it for however many times. only if you want me to."

She nodded and proceeded to boldly say, "I, I like you too." Her sniffles made him crack another smile.

"Yeah? Then why did you turn down me asking you out on date the first time?" He enquired, just to tease her in attempt to make her smile at least. Her eyes welled up with tears again.

"You were really asking me out on a date?" She mumbled in hushed voice, feeling guilty.

"Yeah," he said, "you want to still go out with me?"

"Mhmm," she jerkingly nodded her head.

"You're cute," he giggled and booped the tip of her nose before he proceeded to wipe her tears, "no more crying okay?"

"Okay," she nodded again.

"Think you should go to sleep then, yeah?" He suggested, "we'll bake more cookies tomorrow and go out, how does that sound, hm?"

"Good," she nodded in agreement and walked him to the door.

"Lock the door okay?" He said, "no actually shut the door and lock it, I'm not leaving until then."

The other day Isabelle was coming home late and YN had forgotten to lock the door, luckily nothing bad happened but it terrified Isabelle and even Harry when YN ranted to him all upset that her best friend was mad at her for such a small thing.

"No that's rude!" She exclaimed in a hushed tone.

"No that's not!" He mocked her tone jokingly.

And she shut the door on his face, there you go Harry got what you fucking wanted!

He sighed and knocked on her door, "hey YN, open the door." He didn't hear anything, "please open the door love?"

"What do you want?" She opened the door back up annoyed clearly.

"What got you upset lile that?" He asked.

She shrugged, "I don't like it when someone mocks the way I talk, I—I have been made feel bad about it growing up. Sorry, I didn't meant to lash out like that."

"Can you delete the word sorry from you vocabulary for once? I'm sorry for making you upset, okay? That won't ever happen again." He cooed, "you want to talk about it?"

"Not now," she shook her head, grabbing onto the door knob.

"You know I was trying to get to stay for longer, but okay," he let out a long sad breath, his shoulders deflated. He is being dramatic and she knows.

"Harry!"

"YN," he leaned in closer, his eyes set on her.

"You're mocking me again," she pointed out.

"I'm not, I'm just admiring this pretty little face in front of me so I can dream of it tonight," Harry whispered. He noticed how her cheeks flushed in instant, how she licked her lips in nervousness and pushed her glasses back on the bridge of her nose.

God no!

He tries his best to just not kiss her oh-so-kissable lips, because that's extremely very wrong if she's not consenting and also he didn't wanted to come out at creepy.

"You want anything, Harry?" She asked grabbing his attention back.

"I dunno if I should ask jist yet," he said, a slight pout to his lips as he stared at her with puppy eyes. How can he look intimidating yet so adorable at the same time?

"Why so?" She asked confusedly, releasing the grip on the door knob just a bit to open the door slightly wider.

"I'll ask tomorrow, maybe, good night YN."

"Good night." She smiled. He took a step back and she closed the door and locked it knowing he won't budge from his place.

Guess he'll just to wait longer for the kiss after all.

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Physics Extra I

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Some great inspo from my 🌼-anon.

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A little angsty, a little fluffy. Full disclosure--I'm not sure if I was tired or if I'm stupid, but I couldn't remember what year of college they were in and which Physics level they were in so I'm going to clarify here and I'll fix it later on. It shouldn't be too much of an issue. I left it a bit ambiguous if I remember correctly.

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Part of her worried this would happen. The flare of the savior complex paired with her insecurity finally won out. Time spent apart over break helped their budding relationship. It led to an unbelievably passionate reunion after the new year and return for the spring semester. The kisses from Harry’s lips on her mouth and trailing down her body made her warm just thinking about it and it was nearly a month—almost two—ago.

But now, Harry no longer needed a physics tutor. They didn’t have a class together. Fortunately, they did spend most nights together. Harry took her to parties and broke the hearts of every girl that had pined for him for so long. He walked her to class when he was free, and she met him at the gym just to say hi and run on the treadmill while he did his routines with his friends.

Niall and Louis were over every Saturday morning, hungover and whining for her pancakes before she went to the bookstore. Harry spent many nights in her apartment, snuggled around her and it felt so good. So unbelievably good.

She just couldn’t get her mind to agree that it was a good thing.

It was her own doing. How could she not know he would find out. It was exactly the kind of thing that happened in a rom-com or a sit-com or any comedy really. The irony of it all was not lost on her. She should have known.

For someone that studied Physics, balanced two campus jobs, and managed to have a boyfriend, she was an idiot.

*

Harry was at the gym again. It was either the gym or pacing the floor of his apartment. After a day of pacing and grumbling to himself, Louis insisted he leave and do something productive before he put a rut in their floor and lost their security deposit.

Studying was hardly his forte prior to dating her and now she wasn’t there to help him with the finer details of studying—like actually getting him to focus—he was a lost cause. Just being in her presence made it easier to focus. Like a little reminder that she was proud of him.

Thus, he was at the gym, the second time in the day. At the very least he would break his personal record twice in a day. The longer he stayed there, the worse his frustration got. His form was impeccable. Niall kept his eyebrows in a fixed uprise on his forehead. He whistled lowly.

“Shut up,” he grumbled.

“Do you know how stupid you’re being?”

“Inform me, please.”

“She’s the whole package, Harry. She’s smart, beautiful, funny, and I thought the pancakes were impressive, but the way she chugs a beer is honestly...” he chuckled. “I want my own tutoring lesson.”

Harry ignored him and made his way for the bench press. “Shut up,” he repeated.

“Harry, it’s ridiculous. You love her,” he reminded him.

“Spot me or shut up.”

Niall sighed. “If I don’t get pancakes soon, I’m going to lose it,” he warned Harry. It had been two weeks. They had barely spoken only murmuring hi when they bumped into one another. People ogled them before they started dating, now it only amplified.

“You’re a grown up, tell her y’want pancakes,” he muttered straining under the weight of his barbell.

“Christ, Harry,” he shook his head. “You’re a grown up. Talk to her.”

Harry did two reps and then his arms started to shake. It was too much for one day on top of the fact that without her help studying she was able to distract him here too.

“Why would she say that?” He murmured.

“Say what?”

“That...” he rubbed a hand over his face. His shirt was soaked with sweat. His scalp was itchy, he wanted to go home. Well, he really wanted to go to her place and lay with his head in her lap while she ran her fingers through his hair. They would watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch and eventually Harry would wake up and carry her to her room where they would snuggle and dream until the morning. “That s’not serious.”

“Well...have you asked her to be your girlfriend?” Niall sat on the floor while Harry straddled the seat. Niall stretched.

“I thought it was implied when we spend every night together.”

“Harry, she’s a nice, sweet girl.”

“Thanks, Niall. I didn’t notice,” he rolled his eyes.

“Well,” he shrugged.

“Let’s go.”

“Fine,” Niall hopped up, grabbed their waters. “But I’m not gonna snuggle with you the way she does.”

*

“This is ridiculous, you know it’s ridiculous right?”

She was lying on the floor between the TV and the coffee table, facedown. An unintelligible groan went into the carpet, and she tilted her head up briefly and then smacked it back on the floor gently. “Fuck.”

“You could easily apologize,” Sarah told her.

“Why did I say that?” She groaned.

“It’s new! And Harry...”

She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. “Harry’s been nothing but nice to me. He’s done nothing but shown me that he likes me and cares about me. I just ruined it. I humiliated him and I couldn’t even deny it. I feel so...bad. Who does that?!”

Sarah sat on her hips making her grunt. “You. You did that, you idiot.”

“Thanks,” she mumbled.

“Well, fix it!”

“Sarah,” she sighed and put hands on her eyes. “He’s never going to trust me.”

“Of course, he does. The only thing that’s going through that stupid head of his is that he hasn’t made you feel more secure.”

“But he did.”

“So tell him. It was a lapse in judgment. Alcohol. Tell him you had a cold. He won’t care. He just wants you to know you can trust him.”

“But I am so...not his type.”

“Well, hate t’break it to y’kitten,” she mimicked Harry’s accent and her nickname. “You are now.”

*

“So how did you meet Harry?” She knew the girl was drunk. She didn’t get her name. It was Shauna or Shayna, or something. She couldn’t remember. Instead, she sipped her own alcohol, glanced around to see Harry playing beer pong with Louis and Niall.

“Uh...” she swallowed. “We had Physics last semester. He needed tutoring.”

“Oh, that’s so cute!” But not-Shauna didn’t make it sound like it was cute. It was so condescending. It made her feel awkward and almost ashamed of how they met. She wished they had met at a party or a bar. Something more college-y—although what was more college-y than meeting in class?

“Uh...yeah, it was,” because it was. It was cute. The way Harry came up to her in the middle of the dining hall—it was out of a movie. He was handsome, perfect, and so nice to her. Even though she heard rumors and felt inadequate about the type of girl he normally surrounded himself with, it was undeniably cute. It was tragic she felt ashamed of their meeting.

“So how long is that?” Not-Shauna continued.

“Pardon?”

“How long have you been a couple, officially?”

It was innocuous. Four months. All she had to say was four months.

“Oh...well...we haven’t really discussed...” she cleared her throat. “I’m not sure of the exact date...” she looked at the contents of her cup. “I don’t think it’s been…” nothing was coming to the surface to explain what they were. Not accurately.

Four months.

That’s all she had to say.

She’d been studying physics for a while. Time dilation was something she only considered in movies and in theory. Einstein’s kind of thing. Not her thing. At a party when she was just asked how long she had been dating the man that spent five out of seven nights in her bed, wrapped around her...hell inside of her... was not a place for physics.

But somehow, the hours ticked by in place of the minutes. The carbonation of the soda water mixing with her vodka was moving in slow motion. It was like she could count every bubble that reached the surface and popped. “Oh, you’re not...official,” not-Shayna said.

Again, that condescension was so uncomfortable, she nearly dropped her drink. The time dilation started again. She was counting the bubbles. “Well, actually—” But not-Shayna was gone. The movie that was her life immediately turned into a horror film. “Oh no,” she mumbled to herself.

The minutes that were hours suddenly turned into seconds. Someone whispered something to someone else. The game of telephone sped by in seconds.

Harry missed his final pong shot. He whipped around to her, her cup halfway to her mouth. Her cheeks turned beet red. As red as the cup she sipped from.

Anger. Anger was an appropriate reaction. A fiery gaze, a flushed complexion. Even hands in fists were understandable for her faux pas.

Anger would have been preferable to the hurt expression on Harry’s sweet face.

*

After her shift at the bookstore, she was lying on the floor again. Sarah invited her to go shopping. But she couldn’t. Nothing seemed right. An idiot. That’s what she was. A Physics student with a 3.9 GPA and she was probably the dumbest person on campus.

There was a knock on her door. “Sarah, I cannot shop,” she groaned. “I’ll probably trip and fall in the food court and ruin some poor teen couple’s movie and dinner date and they’ll never live happily ever after because that’s all I do. Ruin a perfectly good couple.”

“Um... not Sarah,” she jumped off the floor. Laying down to standing in less than one second. She sprinted to the door and yanked it out of the way. “Hi,” Harry said softly.

“Hi,” she answered awkwardly.

“Can I... come in?”

She swallowed, opened the door wider, and moved out of the way. He hurried in, sat on the couch. It was like the first time Harry came over to help decorate. It was basically his spot. When everything made sense. She felt more at ease seeing him in her space again; making himself comfortable.

But comfort only lasted seconds because he looked… anxious. Which only fueled her anxiety.

He rubbed his hand on the back of his head and sighed. Dropped his hands into his lap. “I think we should talk, kitten.”

“I shouldn’t have said it!” She blurted. Her own pacing started. Her heart rate started to fly to a dangerous level. She was pacing in her floor spot that she designated for laying. “I don’t know what was wrong with me! Sarah told me to tell you it was a cold or the alcohol... or maybe I had a stroke. I don’t even remember what she said to tell you. But I don’t have a reason. Which is worse. I wish I had a reason, Harry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I should have said anything but what I said. You have made me so happy over the last four months,” she was still pacing looking like a psychopath. “You have made me feel so safe and so... loved and I don’t know why I had such a lapse in horrible judgment like that. I mean you made me a hot chocolate bar for God’s sake! You don’t mind studying and you don’t care that I drool like a teething infant when I sleep. Even when I get it all over your pillow or your shirt. I feel so terrible, Harry. So completely terrible. I don’t know how I can be so smart in class and make everyone jealous and then go and say that about you. Or not say! I don’t know what's wrong with me but—”

Harry was quiet while she rambled and paced. It was cute. Sweet even. It was nice to know she was rattled, selfishly—they both paced when upset. It was sweet. Cute to know they shared it. He smiled softly. “Do y'want t’be m’girlfriend?”

She stopped pacing, finally. Her heart finally slowed, she put a hand to her chest, like it would keep it slow as she looked at him squarely for the first time since she started ranting. “What?”

“Well,” his grin grew. He looked at his lap again, his palms rubbing on his thighs. “It might be easier on us both t’tell you I love you. Y’know...if y’were m’girlfriend. Might be easier on you t’answer that kind of question if y’had a date t’tell people of when we’ll have our official anniversary.”

“You’re not breaking up with me?”

He chuckled. “No,” he smiled. “Also have t’be officially together t’break up, kitten.”

“You’re not going to wait till I say yes and then ask to break up, are you?”

Harry stood finally, put his hands on her cheeks to hold her in place. He kissed her forehead for an extended moment. It felt so good. Like the other hundreds of times that he did it over the last few months. In two weeks, it felt like a drought. “M’sorry I didn’t reassure you,” he wrapped his arms around her body and instantly she sank into his embrace.

“Did you say you loved me?”

He nodded. “M’hmm,” he hummed.

“Oh.”

“Do y’want me t’take it back.”

“No, thank you.”

He chuckled into her hair. “S’very polite of you, kitten,” he pulled back. “I love you,” he repeated, gazing into her eyes. “Loved you the moment y’agreed t’help me. A poor, sorry, hopeless, Physics-less sap like me.”

“You’re not so hopeless.”

“M’hopeless ‘bout you, kitten,” he assured her.

“I love you too," she gazed up at him, her eyes wide, expressive and so very sweet, "by the way.”

“I thought s’what y’meant in all that rambling," he chuckled.

She didn't laugh. “I’m sorry Harry, truly. That was so not okay.”

Harry shrugged. “I jus’ missed you, kitten. S’okay. I get why y'said it. We never really defined it,” he promised. “M’sorry I didn’t ask sooner or come make up sooner.”

She sighed into his chest. “Will you stay tonight?” She asked quietly. Her voice muffled by his shirt. The thought of being snuggled together made her so happy.

Harry wanted to make a joke about inertia. Or an object at rest. Something. But it wouldn’t come. He was too happy to have made up.

“Try and stop me, kitten.”

“Niall and Louis make you come here?” She asked.

“M’supposed t’ask if you’ll make them pancakes for dinner once we’ve properly made up," Harry chuckled and murmured into her hair.

“What’s ‘properly’ mean?" She asked innocently, a smile on her face that was anything but innocent.

He chuckled. “I’ll teach you,” he winked, tilting her face so he could kiss her deeply; the way he wanted to for the last week and a half.

And teach her what ‘proper’ meant.

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