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Harry pulling y/n on stage with him to honour her with his AOTY award!!!!!!😭😭😭😭🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
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GRAMMYS 2023
A/N: student teaching and uni work are really giving it to me so thank you all for being patient with me! 💚
SUMMARY: Highlights from the first award show that YN and Harry attend as a married couple.
GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn, married ynrry
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As soon as Harry steps off his side of the Range Rover, he’s immediately extending his hand out to his wife. A loving smirk graces his face at the fact that over her pink embellished gloves, YN wears her wedding ring on her finger. This is the couple’s first major outing since they announced their new martial status online and being at the 65th Annual Grammy Awards only added to the excitement of the night. They’re easily the most anticipated guests of the night; it’s no question since every social media site and news article has named them the couple of the century. 
As usual, the couple first needs to take a couple pictures on the red carpet as individuals for promotal purposes before they can take some together. 
As they both take their stances at the red carpet, out of the corner of his eye, Harry can see how elegantly she poses for the screaming crowd of men in front of her. She smoothly shifts her head around the flashing lights with a smile that can make anyone’s knees weak. It’s difficult to not even spare a glance at her direction and in turn, YN can’t even hide the way she gives her husband loving looks. He looks absolutely amazing in his pastel patterned jumpsuit, possibly showing off more skin than she is but it’s not like anyone is complaining. 
When it’s their time to shift over a spot, YN playfully makes a shooing motion with her hands as he just stays there standing, full on gawking at her. He just shakes his head and pulls her to him and the blinding, flashing lights only increase as they capture the happy couple looking at one another like love-sick teenagers.
“Wait, then lemme stand on your left.”
“Why?” Harry questions as his love shuffles over to his other side, but a boyish smile overtakes his face at her response. 
“So I can show off me ring.”
She says it so nonchalantly before placing her hand on his tummy but her words cause such an impact for him. While she looks back towards the paparazzi, he just continues to stare at her that one can practically see the hearts in his eyes. For a good chunk of his life, he’s dreamed of a moment like this: just him and YN on the red carpet, head-over heels in love with each other, and their relationship out in the open. And they’re not here as bandmates, secret lovers, or any of that—they’re here married. Seeing the way her wedding ring sparkles from the flashing lights before them, he could almost cry from how happy he is. 
He can’t believe that this is his reality. So instead of questioning it further, of reminiscing in his daydream, he tugs her closer to his side and basks in this stomach flipping, butterfly-flapping feeling. 
...
“Oi, I know you!” YN beams at the curly haired photographer who did her Glambot for the past Grammy shows she’s attended.
“I know you,” Cole Walliser teases back as he watches the couple take the short steps up to the platform.
“V’brought a friend this time around,” She jokes and huffs out a laugh when she sees her husband’s dramatic, confused face. 
“Friend?”
“Alright, do you guys have any idea on what you both want to do? I think we need this one to be you two together.”
“We can do like, a serious pose that turns into a silly one?” YN suggests. 
“I love that idea! Alright, let’s do it,” The photographer claps his hand. “Right this way, Mr. and Mrs. Styles.”
Harry brings YN over to stand closer beside him on the designated mark. With her back angled towards the camera, he places a hand on her exposed lower back while she places hers right where the fabric over his tummy ends. 
“Hear that, Mrs. Styles,” Harry says lowly in her ear, making her smile. “Friend my ass.”
“Alright, 3...2...1!”
As the camera moves quickly in front of them, the couple share the same ‘I own you’ face that their fans can’t get enough of. After a quick second, Harry breaks out into his dimply, open-mouth smile and his infamous peace sign. YN widely sticks her tongue out with her right eye scrunched closed.
...
“May the best man win,” Harry extends his hand out to her with a smirk. 
“Or woman,” His wife gives him a sly smirk of her own as she takes his hand in hers. She can’t help but give him a fond smile when he brings her hand to his mouth to place a gentle kiss on her knuckles. 
The couple’s nominations are mainly in the same categories. While they joke and jest about how they’re no winner or loosers, another part of them knows that their egos are just too big to not let their competitive sides simmer off to the side. 
Even then, as they announce that Harry’s House is the winner for Best Pop Album, nothing but pride and happiness overtakes YN for the man next to her. She’s practically a blubbering mess as she watches Harry take his second Grammy to add onto his shelf. 
“Making the album from start to finish has been the greatest experience of my life...aside from getting married, of course,” He huffs out a laugh while looking at his wife. The ceremony cameras turn to YN in between Lizzo and Adele. The two other women laugh and squeeze her a little tighter as she wipes away at the happy tears. 
“YN should be up here with me like I asked her to but she insisted that she was the competition so,” He teases as the audience chuckles. In all honesty, when he asked if she could come up with there with him if he were to win any of his categories, she told him that it’s his win, not hers. While she played a major part in making his music, she’d rather have all the attention, all the love, and all the cheering be for him. “From making it with two of my best friends and my YN to playing it to people has been the greatest joy I could have asked for...”
...
“Dare,” YN ultimately decides with a challenging raise of her eyebrow and a tempting smile.
As exciting as these awards shows can be, there are loads of downtime in between commercial breaks or stage performance set ups or even when the host begins to interact with one of the other celebrities in the audience. 
As a way to pass the time—and to help calm down their nerves for their upcoming categories—the couple has decided to play an innocent game of Truth or Dare. Well...as innocent as a game can get with the size of their egos. So far, Harry has been dared to cuss in his next acceptance speech, YN has admitted to running off to talk with Cardi B backstage instead of coming to be seated with Harry right away, and Harry revealed that had a wedgie the entire red carpet.
“I dare you to...” Her husband pinches at his bottom lip while his eyes scan the room. She eagerly watches as he looks to somewhere behind her and a dimpled smile overtakes his face. A giggle tumbles past his lips  before he says, “I dare yeh to go over to Bad Bunny and ask him if the fruit on the table is real.”
“Hmm...okay.”
Harry tries to cover up his laugh with a cough to his fist as he watches his wife get up from her chair next to him and makes her way over to Bad Bunny. The famous Latin artist is immediately getting up from his seat and greeting her with welcoming arms. 
“Hey, you,” YN says in Spanish. “How are you?”
“I’m doing amazing, my love. And you? You look absolutely stunning.”
“Thank you. I’m good, I’m good. Your performance earlier was absolutely amazing.”
It’s true, when he took the stage for the opening of the ceremony, she was already on her feet and moving her hips to the upbeat music. She even pulled Harry out of his seat, held onto both of his hands as she guided him to the beat of the song. She’d be lying if she said that he wasn’t getting better at dancing—this becomes more and more apparent every show on tour he does. 
Benito puts a hand over his heart with a shrug, “Thank you, I try. That’s an honor coming from you.”
“You’re too sweet. Hey listen, can I ask you something?”
“Anything you want.”
“So...are we allowed to eat those?” She nods towards the array of delicately sliced and decorated fruits scattered around the center of the small table. “Like are they even real?”
“I think so, my love,” He nods reassuringly with a furrow of his eyebrows, clearly confused by her question but he doesn’t want to come off as rude. 
“Cause I’m starving, man, but I don’t want to get in trouble or anything.”
When Bad Bunny leans over the table to get a better look at the fruit, YN playfully widens her eyes at her husband a little bit away, a smile threatening to break out on her lips before she regains her composure once the artist stands upright again. 
“Here you go, mama.” YN coos and cups her hands as he hands her slices of cucumber. He takes a thin slice and pops one in his mouth, “They’re all good, sweetheart.”
“Aw, thank you so much. I love you,” She leans closer to him and plants a kiss on both of his cheeks. It’s an odd experience for Harry to feel only a flicker of jealousy at the sight of his love and another man because despite his possessiveness, seeing her walk back over to him, pushing a cucumber slice past her cheeky lips with her wedding ring shining under the roaming lights is enough to dose the same flame.
“If the camera happens to pan over to us, I dare yeh to just dead stare at the camera.”
“Want one? They’re real,” His wife teases before the speakers announce that they’ll be live in 10 seconds. As Trevor begins to prepare to speak with one of the cameramen in front of him, YN leans over to Harry and whispers in his ear, “Truth or Dare?”
His brows pinch together for a second, really seeing if she wanted to continue their little game despite the show starting up again. One look at her tempting smile is all the confirmation he needed, “Dare.”
“And we’re on in three...two...one...”
“Truth or dar—”
“Dare,” A cheeky smirk tugs on his wife’s lips.
“I dare you to do it with me.”
Soon enough, Twitter and every other social media site blows up with people recording the bottom corner of their TV screens to capture how the newlyweds just stare at the camera with a furrow in their brows for an unsettling amount of time.
...
“I have the very special honor of introducing this next performer. I’ve known this man since we were merely sixteen years old and it’s taken him 12 years to finally put a ring on it,” YN smiles and takes a second to let the audience members have their laugh. “This man has made a tremendous impact on me life and to the lives of many others through his heart-touching music to promoting how the world can be a better place if we all show each other just a little bit of kindness. Harry, you are an inspiration to so many people and just know that your kindness does not go unnoticed. Ladies and gentlemen, please give it up for my husband, Mister Harry Styles!”
...
“Harry and YN YL-Styles are here tonight, everybody!” The camera captures the way the couple sits happily together. Harry has his right hand securely and protectively resting on YN’s knee. After giving a brief wave to the camera, he secretly boasts when she places her left hand on his to show off the rock on her finger.
“That's right. I mean what can you say about these two that hasn’t been said? Incredible albums, mind-blowing tours, both men and women alike throw their pants at these guys!” Thankful for their media training, they huff out a dry laugh making it seem like a genuine one. It was a silly thought to assume that the host wasn’t going to make a jab at the couple given the way he’s been cracking jokes all evening.
“Easily the world’s sexiest couple. There’s no competition. Sex symbols of the globe. Especially now since they killed off the Green M&M. Give it up for the newlyweds! Congratulations to you both. Come on, another round of applause for these guys!”
The couple give him a polite nod of gratitude and once the cameras and Trevor walk away, Lizzo leans over to them and lets them see the dramatic roll of her eyes. They chuckle at their friend’s reaction and are eternally grateful for her acknowledging the inappropriate comment. Not like the comment like that was new to them, they’ve been receiving that type of commentary ever since they were sixteen years old. One could say that it’s part of the job, of the industry they decided to enter into, but it’s 2023 now. One would think that those comments would be dead at this point. Clearly, it’s not.
“Just to ease all the gears turning in yeh head,” YN leans close to her husband’s attempt to disclose his irrated face (an outsider would assume that nothing’s wrong but she can tell). “I think you were sexy way  before they killed off the Green M&M.”
“Fuck off,” Harry huffs out a laugh and it ignites one from her. His one distraught expression is replaced with his eyes squeezing shut, his dimples digging into his cheeks and his nose scrunching up cutely.
...
(performance audio!) 
“65th Grammys!” YN’s sweet voice rings throughout the arena. She stands at the center of a grand staircase in her minimal and revealing outfit with a crowd of background dancers around her. “Let’s go! Whoo! You might think I’m crazy, the way I’ve been craving, if I put it quite plainly, just gimme them babies...”
The cameramen are able to capture the way a sea of celebrities are all on their feet as they watch YN perform: Lizzo and Adele dance with their hands in the air as they sing along to 34+35, Taylor Swift bounces to the beat of the song with a content smile, Beyonce claps along and mouths along to the lyrics. 
And of course, the camera never fails to record how Harry holds a fond dimpled smile as he watches his wife take the stage. All he can think of when he watches her is how good of a performer she is. As nervous as she was to perform at this prestigious award show, she’s absolutely killing it, treating this with the same about of love and passion as any other show on her tour. The audience feeds off of her positive energy and it shows as the entire room dances and sings along. 
As the bridge of the song comes on, YN keeps her eyes on the distinguishable white blazer among the crowd. She lowers herself to do her floorwork dance routine with her four core tour dancers and the crowd goes crazy at her sensual moves. Especially when she lays on her tummy while doing the splits, resting her head in her hand while her leg slides across the floor with a bounce of her bum. 
Despite the loud crowd, she can hear the ear-piercing whistle from her husband. She can help but huff out a laugh, trying to keep her composure but failing. 
...
“And the Grammy goes to....YN, Need To Know!”
YN’s dreaming, she must be. Life certainly doesn’t seem real as she walks up the steps of the stage and hugs non other than Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson after he announces that she won for Best Pop Solo Performance. After hugging her husband and the other two women within her category, she finds herself holding yet another Grammy award in her hands. 
“Holy shit!” YN beams. “I have so many people to thank for this award but this one—hands down—goes to me fans. I—” She lets out a genuine laugh, the kind where a snort slips out. The audience members laugh along with her, feeding off of her bubbly energy. 
“The fans made this song what it is. I—this song wasn’t even supposed to be on me album! But it got leaked and when the fans gave it so much love, they made it into a single. Never in a million years would I think that this song would get this much love, let alone get one of these so, thank you to all me fans. I love you all very much!”
...
Harry stands beside her at their designated table but rather than looking out at the performers, his eyes are set on YN. A fond smile graces his lips as he sees her dancing and rapping along with every artist that comes out on stage for the 50 Years of Hip Hop Tribute. 
He gives her an amused smile when she turns to look up at him, pointing at him aggressively as she sassily raps along to Queen Latifah’s U.N.I.T.Y. 
He laughs at her reaction to Busta Rhymes taking the stage. With her eyes still glued to the stage before them, she grips on the flap of his blazer with a shocked, excited smile. She lets out a laugh mixed with a squeal when Rhymes raps his verse from Look At Me Now at lightning speed. Her fingers cover her temples, completely blown out of her mind at the absolute magic that is happening right in front of her.
And when Missy Elliot comes out, YN sways her way in front of Harry. With his arm resting over her shoulder, she takes his dangling hand and while leaning over she moves her hips to the beat of the female legend rapping, “rump shaking” over and over again. She gives him a cheeky look over her shoulder while she does it and when they hear Lizzo and Adele cheering her on, the couple bursts out laughing.
For the rest of the performance, Harry has her back pressed to his chest, arms secured over her shoulders and chest as they lightly bounce together to the beat of the songs. 
...
Although neither Harry nor YN won Record of the Year, they both couldn’t be happier that Lizzo was the one to receive the award. As soon as her name was called, the married couple were quickly on their feet, cheering and whistling loudly in celebration for their good friend.
“I also want to thank my girl, YN, over there!” Lizzo points over to where the couple stands with a loud laugh. YN yells out an Oi! Oi! with her hand up, a big smile gracing her face as she looks at one of her dear friends. “Miss m’am, you’ve been such an inspiration to me and I just wanna give you a shout out for helping produce some of my songs. This girl is the one who said this song should be my single!”
The camera turns back to YN as Harry tugs her to his side, throwing an arm over the tops of her shoulders and pressing a kiss to her forehead. 
...
“I see your point,” Riley puts his hands together in an understanding way from his spot at the round table, trying to be as polite as he can towards the elderly woman. “But have you considered listening to his former band mate turned wife’s album MY FUTURE?”
“Hi, I’m Riley and I think YN YLN’s album MY FUTURE is the Album of the Year. I have been a Directioner since the band first started and have been YN-ie since she went solo.”
A vertical video clip plays of an over-excited tween Riley at the barricade of the Take Me Home tour stage. Nineteen year old YN stands as close to the edge of the stage as she possibly can with her arm out towards the superfan. She blows him a kiss and gives him a twiddle of her fingers before walking back over to where the rest of the boys are lined up in a row.
Another clip shows YN decked out in her iconic sparkly blue bodysuit from her current tour standing at the end of the catwalk and pointing to Riley with a beaming smile, recognizing him from the shows he’s been to for the past couple of years.
“Her music is that light at the end of the tunnel, you know? She’s a bad B and sunshine all wrapped into one.” He moves his hands in front of him as he speaks passionately about his favorite artist. “She speaks to everyone through her music—it’s truly for everyone. She has grown so much as a songwriter, a producer, a human being over the past couple of years and this album is a true testament to that.”
...
It’s one thing to be nominated for Producer of the Year for a second time but it’s another to win it a second time. So imagine YN’s utter shock to hear her name be called for possibly the most significant award of her career. 
“I would like to thank the academy, my wonderful team, me mum, me fans. And last but not least, I would like to thank my better half, my husband over there—” YN huffs out a laugh when the audience goes into a fit of cheering as the sight of Harry standing and blowing her kisses. “If it wasn’t for you, I would have never chased my dream of becoming a producer. That man has supported me and just encouraged me to work hard and to make music that makes me happy. I love you with all my heart and thank you so much. 
To win this award a second year in a row—the first and only female to be nominated and win—” YN takes a step back with her eyes watery, her laughter ringing through the arena as the audience gives her a standing ovation. She can hear Harry’s whistle over all the cheering and clapping, and she couldn't be any happier.
“This is the highlight of me career and quite frankly, the coolest fookin’ thing to ever happen to me. Thank you so much and this one is to all the female producers out there!”
...
“And the Grammy goes to...” Trevor looks among the superfans behind him. He passes by Riley and says to the older woman that she can read out the winner.
”H-Harry! Harry’s House!” Reina yells out in utter excitement. 
Harry puts his face in his hands as he’s overcome with emotions. Never in a million years would he ever think that he would win the award for Album of the Year and yet here he is with his name being called as the winner. 
Meanwhile, as soon as her husband’s album is called, she puts her hands up in the air and screams at the top of her lungs. There are no bitter feelings of jealousy in her. He deserves it. She knows more than anyone that this ball of sunshine has been working his bum off to create the music that he loves and this award just proves that he’s doing something truly special. She puts her hands on Harry’s shoulders and tugs him close to her, him still covering his face as he digs his head into the crook of her shoulder. She beams and laughs along with Lizzo, reaching over to meet her high-five.
After the initial shock is over, he’s standing up and immediately pulling his teary-eyed wife into his arms.
“Congratulations, baby,” She lovingly says into his ear as he rocks them back and forth, gripping onto her as he’s afraid she may suddenly disappear. She sees his beautiful dimpled smile before cupping her face and planting a kiss to her lips. Both of them are so overjoyed, so blissfully overwhelmed by this award that they’re just floating on Cloud 9.
After she hugs the other producers—her teammates for this project—Harry quickly grips her hands and nods towards the stage. She shakes her head, wanting this to be his moment, but he’s not taking ‘no’ for an answer. The other two producers get behind her so she can’t go anywhere else and Harry has her arm looped through his as he guides them towards the stage. 
Once they make it to the stage, her heart nearly bursts when Harry playfully makes his way over to the elderly woman, wrapping his arms around her tiny frame and jumping up and down. It’s such a sweet sight and it occurs to YN how special and rare these moments can be. 
Before all of the superfans can make their way off the stage completely, YN quickly jogs over to Riley and he immediately accepts her warm embrace.
This is one of the first times where she can express her love to one of her fans, to show a tiny bit of appreciation for all the love she has for her fanbase—people who have been by her side since the very beginning. It’s not an easy feeling to come to terms with the fact that she will never know all of her fans on a personal level, to individually thank each and every single person for all that they’ve done for her.
Riley’s jaw is on the floor over her shoulder and when she pulls back, she takes his face in her hands, “‘Fank you so much, Riley. Love you, babe.”
After planting a kiss on his cheek, she rejoins her co-producers behind Harry. The two men welcome her embrace in a group hug and once Harry can see that she’s behind him, he begins his speech.
“Shit. Well, shit! Man, I’ve just been so, so inspired by every artist in this category with me. I listen to every single person in this category. I think on nights like tonight, it’s important for us to remember that there is no best in music.”
As Harry continues his speech, fans can see the way that YN’s eyes are glossy and how she bites down on her bottom lip, one breath away from truly bursting into a fit of tears.
“This is really, really kind. I’m so, so, grateful. I...this doesn't happen to people like me very often and this is so, so kind. I would like to thank my wife, YN, who I made the majority of the album with,” The audience collectively coos as he turns his attention to his love behind him. “You’ve been my biggest supporter, my best friend and the love of my life for as long as I can remember. Thank you for helping me make every album I’ve ever made and for this one in particular. This album is for you and so is this award.”
YN puts a hand over her bright smile as he passes her the Grammy with a kiss on her cheek. The audience cheers and claps in excitement as she comes up to the microphone.
Before she can even get a word out, she looks down at the Grammy in her hands and huffs out a light laugh of disbelief. 
“Erm, I think Harry said it best in that we don’t make music with the intention of us getting one of these. I’m so unbelievably honored to have worked with Harry since the start of our careers in the band and beyond that. 
My love, I want to thank you for the trust that you’ve given me when we make music. Every second that we’ve worked on this album has been incredibly special to me. It’s...I’m so incredibly over the fookin’ moon right now. I want to pass it onto my wonderful collaborators who helped make Harry’s vision come to life.” 
While the other producers give their brief ‘thank you’ speeches, fans are more focused on the couple behind them. 
When YN passes the Grammy off to Kid, she’s immediately engulfed by her husband. Her hands grip onto his shoulders as he digs his forehead to the middle of her chest and shakes it in disbelief—an action that looks like he’s motorboating her if taken out of context. She takes his face in her hands and gives him one of her breath-taking smiles. Although their conversation doesn’t get picked up by the microphones, fans can read her lips as she mouths “I love you,” and “So proud of you.” 
She closes her eyes with a smile when he digs his face back into the crook of her neck and rocks them from side to side. The faint sound of her giggling is picked up as he mumbles something against the shell of her ear.
If it were any other situation, the couple probably would have tamed their public displays of affection in front of so many watchful eyes. If. 
...
After the award ceremony has come to a close, everyone takes their turn doing a photoshoot with their Grammys.
YN certainly has her arms full trying to hold her four Grammys in her arms. It’s not long until she holds her Grammy for being one of the producers for Harry’s Album of the Year Award along with Tyler, Kid, and of course, her husband.
“Do the two of you want to do one together? Let’s do one together!” The photographer decides without the couple’s imput but they certain don’t complain. 
Soon enough, Harry sits on the fancy couch they have set up for them. While he holds his two Grammys in his hands, YN holds two of her own before sitting down on his thigh.
“Is this seat taken?” YN teases with a wiggle of her eyebrows. The photographer’s assistance places her other two awards beside them on the couch. 
“Never,” He smiles up at her and a flash of light washes over them at the photographer taking a candid picture of them.
When YN posts one of the pictures on her instagram, it’s YN in Harry’s lap with their collective Grammys sat on the couch with them. She’s cradling one of the awards like a baby and they both look at it with playful, exasperated love.
She captions it with: We’re just one big happy family.
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“I’m just an arrogant son of a bitch- H.S”
summary: Harry and you argue after his show at Wembley and he gets jealous and pissy. Angst ensues
warnings: arguments, swearing, angst with a happy ending
pairing: harry styles x fem!reader
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The door slammed shut behind him, his footsteps heavy, even on the carpeted floor. You sighed, tired and weary. It had been a long night and by the looks of it, it was about to get even longer.
Harry huffed, taking off his shoes with more force than necessary, throwing them in the general direction of his open suitcase. He wasn’t wearing the colourful outfit anymore, looking much more like yours in the black nike shorts and worn-out t-shirt you’ve seen far too many times on him. You stood in the doorway between the ensuite bathroom and the bedroom, watching him quietly as he ran his fingers through his brown hair repeatedly-noting it had get even longer since the last time you saw him.
He looked up at you finally, his eyes stormy and half-lidded. He was mad, furious even and you weren’t totally sure why. You hadn’t seen him for three weeks, the tour taking a toll on your relationship and you had hoped this night would’ve at least be a change to your boring office life, a moment with the man you loved so dearly.
“What is your problem?”, you said demanding, sounding harsher than intended. Your arms were crossed in front of your chest, you yourself still dressed in the outfit you had chosen for tonight’s show. A pink, puffy dress, matching cowboy boots and hat. Hell, you had even put on a boa, going all out.
“My-“, he breathed out, before getting louder, “My problem? What the hell is your problem? We haven’t seen each other in almost a month and you already go around flirting with other guys? At my own damn show nonetheless?” He stood up from where he was sat on the king sized bed, taking a step closer to you.
“What?”, you sputtered unbelievingly. “What the fuck are you even talking about? All I did was talk to your mum and your sister, I haven’t seen either of them since Christmas and you just accuse me of things that didn’t even happen? Fuck you.” Tears gathered in your eyes and he noticed, faltering slightly.
“I saw you”, he started, pointing his finger at you,” Talking to him. I don’t know who he was, I don’t even care. I just know you were laughing pretty hard at his jokes or whatever he was telling you. A little too much to just be friendly.”
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. Ryan-“
He interrupted you before you could even finish. “Oh, Ryan”, he mocked, “Is that his name? Gotta be careful you don’t start moaning his name the next time we fuck.”
He was getting really worked up now, the vain on his forehead popping and you were getting angrier by the minute too. He had always been jealous, even a little possessive, and it was getting on your nerves.
“Ryan is an old friend from school, you asshole. You know him, I invited him to my birthday party two years ago. He’s gay, Harry, so he’s not interested in me and I’m not interested in him. It’s just a coincidence, he told me you were really nice to him when he met you and that he wanted to support you. Although, I don’t expect him to think so highly of you if he knew what you’re throwing at me right now.” You took a deep breath in, the tears finally breaching free. You couldn’t keep them in any longer.
You were exhausted, travelling from home to see him at Wembley, his concert of two hours and then this argument on top of it. The weak and selfish part of you just wanted him to hold you, while the bigger part just wanted to yell at him some more. You missed him and he was treating you so unfairly.
“I missed you”, you whispered, “I just wanted to spend the night with you peacefully, you’re my home, Harry. Why don’t you ever make me feel like I’m yours too?” You let out a sob, slapping your hand over your mouth defeated.
“Oh. Oh, Y/N.” His eyes were soft now, staring at you unnervingly. “Here, sit down, my love. You look like you’ll fall over any minute.” He guided you to a chair nearby, pushing you down gently.
“I’m so sorry”, he whispered, kneeling before you. His face was illuminated by the lights of London outside the big hotel window. “This tour has taken a toll on me, I missed you so much more, Y/N, you have to believe me. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, I just got so upset over the thought of you with someone else. I’m so selfish, I wish I could have you by my side everyday, you know? I love you and I never want to hurt you, not like this. Not over something I have so obviously perceived wrongly.”
You laughed wetly, your make-up probably smudged, making you look like a hot mess. “You know, I’m starting to think that you were right when you sang that you were just an arrogant son of a bitch who can’t admit that he’s sorry.” He chuckled quietly, wiping a tear from your cheek.
“I forgive you”, you said, kissing his palm, which was still holding your face gently, “But never say something like this to me again. I’d never cheat on you, not in a million chances. You’re my everything.”
“And you’re mine. We’ve got to figure out a way to see each other more, even when I’m touring and you’re working. I can’t go a day without you, without missing your beautiful face.”
You smiled softly, leaning down and he took the invitation to press a gentle, closed- mouthed kiss to your lips, a promise you understood, you accepted.
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lmk what you think<3 haven’t written in a while so i’m a bit rusty! i’m also working on a larger project that should hopefully be up in a few weeks. until then i’ll try my luck with smaller blurbs and one shots. enjoy!<3
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emmasincenewyrk · 1 year
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if there’s one thing about harry it’s that he’s gonna be adorable from every single angle
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1dgalleryx · 1 year
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HE’S SO CUUUTE! 
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she26livesindaydreams · 6 months
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Harry needed to do laundry so he asked Louis to borrow a shirt.
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Amen
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sillyb00ks · 1 year
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Hi
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Goodbye
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lovesfeline-eyes · 2 months
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HS1 🌈
LOT (Love On Tour) 🖤
HH (Harry’s House) 🏠
((posting a little throwback from the harry concerts bc i miss him rn))
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zoecsarts · 6 months
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‘live on tour’
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stylescine · 10 months
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harry’s show tonight will be filmed and it will have pyrotechnics!!
he’s really going to make history tonight and i’m so proud of him <3
also could there be a documentary on the horizon? 👀
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watermelonsugacry · 1 year
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hi, i'm from brazil and i'm obsessed with your writing. I was always ashamed to ask for a request because English is not my first language but I would love to read this one. where harry and YN sing "Summer Nights" together on stage while dressed as Danny and Sandy please this seems to be perfect in my mind
Summer Nights
anon: OMG HARRY AS DANNY AND 1D!YN AS SANDY LIKE SHE DID IN HIGH SCHOOL
A/N: I THOUGHT THE SAME WHEN I SAW HIM COME OUT ON STAGE!!! and Mrs Sarah Jones looked absolutely GORGEOUS as sandy 😍
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As Harry taps his fingers in the air along with the ending notes of Love Of My Life, his heart starts to quicken in anticipation.
It's not long before the beginning notes to Summer Nights begin to play and the fans go into a frantic frenzy when they notice the rising platform in the middle of the stage is slowly bringing someone dressed in Sandy's yellow, high school outfit. But not just, anyone: YN's faux shy demeanor comes up on the big screens above the stage. She has her hands clasped together in front of her as she slightly sways from side to side.
Harry can't help but look toward his fiancée with a loving smirk planted on his lips.
It was only fitting that after singing this song he should bring out the actual love of his love, right?
"Is the box even gonna be big enough?"
"Yeh callin' me fat?" Harry breaks out into a smile when she lets out a giggle from his teasing question. "'Course it is, baby. Just gotta cuddle for a little bit s'all."
"Oh m'sure you love that," YN playfully rolls her eyes as she watches her fiancé scoot into the black equipment box they use to roll him out to the middle of the stage.
Harry extends a hand out to his love as she uses the other one to gather her ankle-length skirt. Once she settles in between his legs, her back to his front, and he immediately wraps his arms around the top of her chest.
"Have fun in there, Love Birds," Jeff bends forward to give a wave to the couple. Anthony holds his camera to his face and immediately captures the way the two flip off his manager. After the crew members get the 'go' from the pop stars, they make sure the couple is secure in there before lifting the side of the black box and starts to roll them out.
"How are yeh feeling, rockstar?"
"Better with you here," Harry presses his lips to her temple, careful not to mess up her make-up, as she lovingly rubs her thumb over his hands. As they continue to get rolled out, they can hear the fans screaming and chanting his name.
Once they get under the stage and out of the box, YN's eyes shamelessly wander over his outfit. He looks absolutely delicious in his Danny Zuko; from his leather jacket to the black eyeliner behind the sunnies resting on his nose. She feels giddy and dizzy, and it still surprises her that he makes her feel that way after so many years.
"Yeh know, this is gonna be the first time yeh gonna be performing in black skinny jeans since we were in the band." Harry looks up from fixing his leather jacket and is met with her loving smile.
"But this time, I'll finally get to hold you the way I wanted to way back when. C'mere," YN instantly walks into his open arms and she tilts her head back so he can plant his lips on hers, both unaware of Anthony taking pictures of them just for the couple to have.
"I love you, YN."
"I love you, Harry," She giggles with a bite of her bottom lip and Harry falls in love with her all over again. "Have fun out there, okay?"
He nods before giving her a final peck, "See you in a bit."
"Summer lovin', had me a blast," Harry sings, solely focusing on her.
"Summer lovin', happened so fast," YN flutters her eyelashes, looking upward. She gives him a flirty smile back and his dimples dig into his cheeks just the way she likes as they begin to slowly take steps towards each other.
"I met a girl crazy for me."
"Met a boy cute as can be,"
Harry huffs out a laugh when she playfully fans herself.
As the couple walks around the stage, they take their steps on the beat and groove to the music. YN's heels add her own flare to the costume choice as Harry did with his by the red, glittery Harryween on the back of his black shirt.
They both can anticipate that their cheeks would be sore the next day from smiling so much as they sing and prance around the stage. It was hard not to! Especially when Harry faces YN and gyrates his hips at the line, "We made out under the dock," as John Travolta did in the film. But what makes the fans go even crazier is when YN breaks from her Sandy character persona to run a hand down his chest, throwing her head back and moving her hips like Harry's.
The fans scream out for the millionth time at the sight of Harry taking a hold of her left hand and bringing it up to his lips for a kiss before he makes his way to the other side of the stage. On their own catwalks, the two slowly make their way down the ends to sing their harmonized high notes. It was interesting to see the difference between how they do so: Harry with his eyebrows furrowed, mouth open wide with an arm in the arm while YN does so effortlessly with a beaming smile.
The lights on the stage go out with the music, but it's not over just yet. The fans lose their entire being when the Love Band begins to play Hopelessly Devoted. Still at the end of the catwalk, YN begins to sing the infamous song sung by the late Olivia Newton-John.
As she makes her way around the middle of the stage, it suddenly becomes a surreal experience. She gets flashbacks from when her secondary school put on a musical production of Grease. Being a supportive best friend to Louis, she accompanied him for his audition only to be energetically persuaded by the music director to audition as well. The angsty teenager reluctantly dragged her feet onto the small stage and sang the sorrowful song for shits and giggles—only for her to get the lead role.
Now instead of singing this song in a tiny auditorium in her school's pocket-sized theater, YN passionately sings the words to a sold-out show in one of the most famous arenas in the world. If her younger self could see her now...
She makes a point to stop by in front of a particular section on the side of the arena and immediately spots the older woman with a head full of gray hair and a matching Sandy costume in the front row. Her old secondary school music teacher has her hands to her chest and occasionally brings one up to wipe the rouge tears from her eyes. YN blows her a kiss, one which immediately gets reciprocated back tenfold.
When planning to perform this song, the couple decided to arrange it as a duet, but the words get caught in Harry's throat as the sight and sound of her. How can he possibly sing the chorus along with her as she makes her way towards him, a loving smile on her lips and singing those lyrics directly to him?
He looks like a love-sick idiot with his back toward the audience while looking at his fiancee with hearts in his eyes.
My head is sayin', "Fool, forget him" My heart is sayin', "Don't let go"
YN grips onto the front of his black shirt and Harry instantly gravitates closer to her. He doesn't care that he's standing in front of thousands of fans and even more who will share their videos online; the world around him fades away when she's near. That's why he doesn't give a second thought about maneuvering his way behind her, wrapping his arms around her torso, closing his eyes, and resting his chin lovingly on her shoulder.
"Hold on to the end", that's what I intend to do I'm hopelessly devoted to you
The arena bursts into a fit of excited screams as they watch the couple lovingly sway together, their heads pressed against one another with YN's hand over his arms.
But now there's no way to hide
YN maneuvers them so that they're facing each other and he wastes no time dipping down to wrap his arms around the bottom of her back, his body molding her.
Since you pushed my love aside I'm outta my head
The fans see the way Harry fondly looks at her, his eyes bouncing around her face as she leans back slightly, her shoulders pushing and pulling together as she hits those notes and riffs beautifully.
Hopelessly devoted to you
YN puts a hand on her fiance's cheek, declaring her love and devotion to the man she's going to spend the rest of her life with. He's so close to her that his nose bumps into hers and he sings the lines with her.
As the song comes to an end, another wave of screams fills the room as the couple stays hugged together. A split second before the lights go out, fans recording were able to capture the way Harry dips his head down to capture her lips.
"Make some noise for my Sandy, YN YLN!" Harry throws his hands in the air to encourage the audience to scream as loud as they can for his fiancée—not like they needed it as they can practically feel the stage vibrate underneath their feet.
She holds the side of her skirt as she bends down in a curtsy before mouthing the words thank you so much to everyone surrounding her. She even scrunched up her nose in a giggle when Harry and the Love Band begins to pump their fists and bark along with the audience.
"Oh, shut up," YN laughs into her microphone. "Thank you, Harry for having me. Thank you, Los Angeles, and have a good rest of yeh night. Happy Harryween!"
The barking still continues as she walks down the steps of the stage and to her place by the barricade where Harry asked to her stand so that when the show comes to an end, they can run out in between the fans hand in hand.
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“Delicate Point of View - H.S. blurb“
summary: “Stop moving, I’m almost done!” or Harry exploring his feminine side with you by his side to guide and help him.
warnings: none
pairing: harry styles x fem!reader
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Harry’s face twitched endearingly and you giggled, lightly pressing the tips of your fingers into the crinkled skin near his eyes.
“Stop moving, I’m almost done!”, you say playfully, poking your tongue out in concentration. Harry just stared at you, the close proximity of your faces making him look funny.
You brushed the wand of your mascara over his lashes lightly, colouring them black and rounding off the look perfectly.
“You’re so cute”, Harry whispered, a grin on his face which had dangerous similarities to his infamous smirks. “Oh, shut up.” You couldn’t suppress another giggle.
You sat back down on your heels, having slightly kneeled over him on your bed before, to look at your finished product. Satisfied, you reached out to lightly brush a brown curl off of his forehead.
You hadn’t been together that long, honeymoon phase still sweetly influencing your relationship, but you couldn’t be more happy. No one had ever made you feel like he did before, with butterflies in your belly every time you saw him and heart beating wildly every time he dared to touch you.
“Go take a look in the mirror”, you encouraged, watching him hop off the bed and step in front of the body length mirror adorning the bedroom in your apartment. He was wearing wide, pastel trousers that hugged his waist delicately and a sheer, white wrap around shirt with sleeves puffing out at his shoulders.
Harry wasn’t wearing any shoes and both his toe- and fingernails were painted, another thing you contributed to his look today. The outfit had been picked out by his stylist discreetly, Harry hadn’t wanted anyone to see this side of him just yet, too scared to even admit it even existed.
You looked at him staring at himself in awe, the blush dusting his cheek not only at fault through the pink blush she had applied earlier. His lips, which she had just put some sheer lipgloss on for now- stretched into a wide smile and he turned around to look at you.
“I love it”, he whispered, “I haven’t felt like this in a long time.” You just stared quietly, unsure what to say.
It seemed like such an intimate moment, something so delicate you were scared to break it.
“You look beautiful”, you settled on, finally, not able to put it into words it any differently. You watched, as he spun around again, taking in the movements of his clothes with big eyes, taking a step closer to the mirror and lightly brushing his fingers over his own cheeks, his eyelids, which fluttered close at the contact and his lips, the gloss smearing across his skin.
You got up slowly, stepping closer to him and wrapping your arm around his waist as you stand next to him. He smiled down at you, kissing the top of your head before brushing a hand down you hair, over your shoulders, to let it rest at your lower back.
“Thank you”, he whispered into your roots, taking a deep breath in, “I love you. You don’t know how much this means to me.”
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airblushbts · 1 year
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Namgi and taekook+hyungsik in Harry styles concert in Seoul today ❤️🖤🤍
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I'm glad they are enjoying their time together 🫶🥹
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babytaekoo · 1 year
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(c) kimseokjingifs
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she26livesindaydreams · 6 months
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sillyb00ks · 1 year
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No thoughts just soccer-Louis protecting Harry during his wmyb solo
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