#harry styles cute

[harry-styles-obsessed]

Silent treatment

You all seem to love the smut sooo I decided why not get ✨extra✨ smutty and give you something else(; MINORS DNI

Synopsis: Harry’s a billionaire. He’s been working 24/7 not giving you any attention like you often experience with him… one day he comes home and expects you to be all lovey dovey only to learn that you’re ignoring him… one way or another he’ll have to get your attention and earn it.

Trigger warnings: dominant harry, slight aggression, oral fem receiving, fingering, spanking, p in v, C word, edging, denial, orgasm control, degrading, kinda mean! Harry just general smutty things

©️Please do not copy or translate my work

“I’m home” his voice was loud and clear as it echoed around the silent home, usually there would be music playing or the tv on but there was nothing… only silence… “baby?” He questioned looking around “sweetheart where are you?” He checked the living room, kitchen, bathroom before headed upstairs checking all of upstairs before finding you in your and his shared bedroom “there you are my love,” he spoke with a smile gazing at you. You laid on the bed wearing a silk robe that barely covered your nude body— he stared at you, watching you read the story, him watching as your fingertips began turning the pages little by little and soon he was noticing that you were blatantly ignoring him. His brows furrowed slightly “earth to y/n?” He wore a black button up shirt that was unbuttoned at the top and black trousers to match it, his hands soon resting on his hips “alright what’s going on?” He questioned watching as your eyes eventually moved to look at him, only earning an eye roll from you before you looked back at your book.

He slowly walked closer to you before stopping just beside the bed staring down at you “you know I can get you to talk… and when I make you talk… force you to talk to me I won’t stop.” His words were menacing, underlined with a certain dangerous tone but you still continued to ignore him. He was never aggressive with you, even in bed he was rarely aggressive or even vicious but that all changed rather suddenly. He perched on the edge of the bed as he stared at you, before slowly tracing his fingertip from your exposed thigh and up to the inner seam of the nightgown that barely covered you, before with his free hand he snatched the book from you making your lips part your brows furrowing as you grew slightly annoyed before trying to snatch the book back with a few huffs and grunts only for him to toss the book onto the floor, his hand then effortlessly grabbing onto both your wrists and pinning your wrists down above your head a small gasp coming from your mouth and he stared down at you with a small smirk

“Now will you tell me what’s earned me the treatment of being ignored?” He questioned raising his brows watching as you just stared at him silently yet some excitement lingered in your eyes showing you liked where this was going, but at the same time you had no clue what he was going to do to you. You felt his free hand trace shapes into your inner thigh a shaky breath coming from you as he kept his eyes on you, before his finger trailed to your aching heat that was gradually growing wetter and wetter just from the thoughts spiralling round your head. He slowly dipped his fingertip in between your pussy lips using his index finger and thumb to slowly part them as he gazed down at you watching as you wriggled slightly a small whine coming from your lips “oh… that’s what makes you weak?” He mused with a evident smirk before he hummed still keeping a hold of your wrists not allowing you to move as he soon thrusted his long slender finger into your tight cunt, the gruelling and punishing pace of his finger thrusting in and out of you constantly at such a perfect angle making his finger touch against your G-spot over and over again, watching your reactions— all of them— the way you threw your head back and panted struggling to stay quiet as moans and whines came from you.

Soon he slipped in a second finger as he curled both fingers deep within your tight heat, your hips jolting weakly as eventually you couldn’t help but cry out his name his thumb drawing slow circles against your clit forcing your hips to buck over and over, the pleasure forcing the sounds and cries from you as you moaned his name. “There we go… not so quiet after all hm? Told you, you couldn’t stay quiet. I know how to make you tick.” His lips curled upwards in a small grin as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. The pace of his fingers and the delicate curl of his fingers that drove you utterly insane had your walls clenching down around his fingers over and over again, and upon hearing your moans and whines grow louder and the way your walls massaged his fingers and twitched against them he didn’t stop- no- he continued going

“You want to cum, hm?” He cooed to you watching as you nodded “oh yeah? Yeah I’m sure you do darling… do you think you deserve to cum?” He continued thrusting his fingers in and out of you keeping up the quick pace watching as you nodded pathetically before he without much warning pulled his fingers from your drenched hole. “Well, I beg to differ sweetheart. Only good girls get to cum.” He spoke simply as you whined and whimpered, your thighs trembling ever so slightly.

“If you talk to me I’ll let you cum.” He spoke teasingly and you whimpered “why, were you giving me the silent treatment, hm?” He asked softly but he had a pretty good idea. “Is it because you’re a fucking slut in need of a good fucking?” His words made you whimper and you nodded your head over and over again “oh is that so you naughty girl” he chuckled softly “please- please need to cum.. need to feel good… please Harry… please..” he tutted slightly as he stared at you before he slowly let go of your hands but your wrists remained weakly laid against the pillow, before he slowly leaned in closer to you “no.” He spoke softly as he shook his head, denying you of it before he stood up from the bed analysing you- studying all of you before he smirked slightly

“Roll over. Onto your tummy.” He demanded, watching as you just remained still and he stared at you unimpressed “three, two–“ and finally you obeyed rolling onto your tummy. He then knelt down onto the bed his large hands slowly stroking over your ass cheeks slowly and gently “you want my attention…. Is that your issue? Needy for my attention and love?” He spoke watching you nod and he hummed “use your words.” He demanded. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” You cried out and he smiled “right…” he trailed off hands continuing to stroke against your ass cheeks gently, the silence deafening as he remained silent for a few moments before finally bringing his hand down against your ass cheek smacking your ass hard, the harshness of it leaving a very visible red handprint as you whimpered Harry doing the exact same thing again in the same exact place making you moan “oh my pretty girl likes being spanked does she? Oh of course you do. Such a dirty pathetic slut.”

You moaned heavily as he continued to slap your ass multiple times, before he aimed his hits from where your asscheek met your thigh- slapping against the little crease watching as you jumped, only for a moan and cry to leave your lips, Harry chuckling softly “oh such a good girl hm?” His light spanks continued raining down against your skin until your ass was almost bright red. He smoothed his hands against the marks against your ass and smiled listening to you whimper as he soothed the stinging skin, but that didn’t last long as without much warning he pulled you so your hips were dangling off of the edge of the bed, and he easily flipped you around so you were now looking at him “harry please I need to cum. Please.. I can’t take it anymore..” you moaned out desperately.

“Y/n… I want you to beg me… beg me and maybe I’ll let you cum this time.” He spoke and you nodded fervently “don’t stop begging.” He spoke simply before his lips and tongue attached to your clit, beginning to suck the bud in between his lips suckling against it as he flicked his tongue against the bundle of nerves watching as your hips twitched desperately a cry leaving your lips as you panted “please! Please! I want to cum! Please! I’ll be a good girl for you! Please!” You began begging over and over again, mindlessly, not thinking straight as the pleasure overwhelmed your head your breathing heavy as you squeezed your eyes shut your walls clenching around nothing as he continued to lather his tongue all over your hungry pussy. As his tongue continued teasing against your clit, he lifted his head stopping the pleasure making you cry out “shhh…. Y/n reach down. Fuck yourself with your fingers.” Harry demanded and as if a puppeteer was controlling your hand you dipped your hand down to your aching pussy. He watched as your fingers began thrusting deep within your cunt over and over again your hips jerking as your moans grew louder, he just watched as you toyed with yourself, his hand drawing circles into your clit as you continued moaning desperately. You were a mess for him and Harry loved it… he loved how messy you were for him and as your moans grew louder and he watched your pussy clenched around your fingers he quickly grabbed your wrist forcing it to halt, stopping your movement

“How badly do you need to cum?” He spoke teasingly, and you whimpered “so bad please… please… I’ll let you do anything… please!” Harry’s cock twitched in his pants and he clenched his jaw slightly before humming “good response.” He then pulled your hand from your pussy and instead replaced it with his own, his long fingers pumping in and out of you at a merciless pace as his tongue and lips began toying with your clit as screams of euphoria began leaving your lips, your sensitive clit even more sensitive from him toying with it his movement remaining fast as your body reacted to each feeling “c’mon.. c’mon… cum on my fingers… c’mon… cum right fucking now” he demanded watching you come undone right beneath him, your jaw slackening as you tilted your head back your breathing heavy as a sharp moan left your lips your hips bucking into his mouth as he fucked you through your orgasm a slight bead of sweat on your forehead as you panted your eyes rolled back into the back of your head your breathing fast as you tried to calm yourself down.

Harry’s fingers eventually halted but he didn’t pull them out only curling them slowly into you over and over again constantly playing with you “you want my cock?” He asked you knowing how fuzzy your hearing was, but still you nodded desperately and he chuckled “oh my pathetic sweet darling…” he hummed out “so needy for my cock. Want me to fucking overstimulate you hm? Until you’re screaming… until you’re messy? Yeah? Oh I’ll do that just for you.” He hummed out the lewd words only turning you on further, hearing the sound of material hitting the floor before feeling his hard cock press just between your thighs, the tip of his cock teasing against your pussy lips before he began edging himself in, letting out a low groan as he began slowly fucking into you, little by little until his hips were pressed against yours, rocking lightly against you as you moaned in pleasure his moans and groans soft as he lowered his head down taking your nipple between his lips as he swirled his tongue around it, nipping at it gently as your hips bucked into his. He was ravenous for you.

Soon he had kissed you deeply just as he picked up the pace, thrusting in and out of you at a merciless pace your lips parted against his as you groaned into his mouth, crying out in pleasure, Harry taking that as his chance as he slipped his tongue into your mouth— the both of you making out as he fucked you long and hard. Eventually he pulled back from the kiss, leaving a gentle but long line of saliva trailing from both your lips before it snapped and faded away as he leaned his head back, his thrusts grew harder and faster the sound of skin hitting against skin and lewd sounds echoing around the room being the only thing heard before eventually his hips jolted as you both orgasmed, his thrusts being slightly sloppy as he moaned before he kissed you again deeply keeping his lips pressed against yours as he breathed heavily, before finally pulling back “fuck… such a good girl… fucking hell… knows how to make me feel good hm…” he began trailing kisses against your neck, remaining inside of you as he just laid against your naked body, both of you nude and sweaty as he gripped onto you, his kissing soothing and loving his breathing slowly calming down before he let out a soft hum “I love you so much… but don’t ever ignore me again…” he chuckled out softly “or do… I quite liked this.” He spoke with a small smirk and you smiled lazily, leaning up to kiss his lips “I love you too…”

You both stayed in that position for a while, Harry allowing your tight pussy to massage his cock in the best ways. He could’ve stayed with you like this forever… in fact he intended to. When he fucked you like this he knew you weren’t just made for him but your body was made for him too.. maybe he was far too possessive but you were all his and he wouldn’t ever get bored of fucking you ruthlessly over and over.

[virgoilluminati]

Belongings Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Idea: after performing to 70,000 people Harry can’t wait to spend his night with his muse. Problem is, she isn’t technically his.

Word count: (ongoing) - currently 15K+

Warnings: Angst, toxic relationships and lots of fluff

A/N: hello so I saw Harry a couple of days ago and I literally fell in love with him all over again, he is such a kind and sweet angel who deserves all the happiness in the world. This concept was only supposed to be a short fic but it ultimately turned into a massive masterpiece about Harry falling for his best friend, even though she is not his and I AM SO PROUD OF IT. I’m not sure how I am planning to write all of it but right now these are my chapters available for you to read:

Chapter 1: “we’ll be a fine line”

Chapter 2: “waiting for you to pull me in.”

Chapter 3: “Matilda you talk of the pain like it’s all alright, when I know that a piece of you is dead inside.”

Chapter 4: “Hash brown, egg yolk, I will always love you.”

Chapter 5: “You bring me home”

Chapter 6: - “Lights up do you know who you are?”

Chapter 7: - “Leave America, two kids fall in love”

Chapter 8: - “In this world, it’s just us.”

Chapter 9:

- (part 1): tell me what you want, and you got it love

- (part 2): do you think I’m cool too? Or am I too into you?

Chapter 10: - Matilda you talk of the pain, likes it all alright.”

Chapter 11: - I disrespected you, jumped in first feet, and I landed too hard

Chapter 12: - You can let it go… you don’t have to be sorry for leaving and growing up

[hazslover]

the making of cinema

when he writes the song cinema, he has her in the studio. ‘what about something like “you all the time. in doses at night” what do you think?’ he asks her. she’s confused, brows knitted together.

‘it’s your song, H.. do whatever you wa— ’ she speaks but gets interrupted mid sentence.

‘cause it’s about you, peach. wanna make sure you’re okay with every lyric.. don’t wanna cross any boundaries’. her heart melts at his words.

‘oh..’. a smile appears on her face. tears at the waterline of her eyes. she stands on her tiptoes, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips and mumbles a ‘so romantic’. her fingers tangle through his curls at the nape of his neck and he leans into the kiss. his own hands finding comfort around her waist.

‘i love you’ she mumbles in between the kiss before finally pulling away. he’s quick to find her lips again, leaving her breathless.

‘i love you too’ he mumbles. his hands find their way to cup her cheeks. thumbs brushing over her delicate skin. she sinks into his touch. so gentle. so so gentle. her heart melts again. when he finally pulls away, he admires her. flustered. lips swollen. they take their time, his eyes roaming her figure while she drinks him in. one item after another and she’s pressed against the couch, hands tangled in his curls as they stare at each other. they can’t look away. but he does. he leans in and whispers softly into her ear ‘baby, you’re cinema’.

and it all transpires from there..

[whitemancumslut]

BEST OF FRIENDS….

summary actress!singer!reader is best friends with the one and only harry styles. many suspect romance between the two… but can you blame them? here are some of their birthday post for each other throughout the years💕 face claim, gracie abrams

harrystyles

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harrystyles Happy birthday i guess…

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yourinstagram you love me tom

harrystyles Hate to admit it

harryfan101 you don’t hate to admit it

harryfan2 you love her you know it

harryfan3 tom????

harryfan4 it’s their nicknames😭😭 she’s jerry he’s tom and they both call each other ‘stinky’

ynfan1 y’all are in love admit it

ynfan2 HAHA “I GUESS” THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS SO CUTE

ynfan3 LITERALLY!!!

harryfan5 AWW

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram happy birthday stinky!! i love u lots

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harryfan1 STINKY!! AH THE NICKNAMES

ynfan1 AWWW HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY

ynfan2 YALL ARE SO CUTE

harryfan2 i aspire to have a friendship like theirs

harryfan3 same tbh

harrystyles Kisses to my Jerry❤️

harryfan3 KISSES??? HES TOO CUTE

harryfan4 i know she wishes they were real kisses..

yourinstagram you’re not wrong

ynfan3 WHAT .

harrystyles

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harrystyles Congrats, you’re a big girl now! Happy birthday stinky!

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yourinstagram Thanks big dog😊

yourinstagram my Tom so sweet

ynfan1 YOUR TOM😩😩 YOU GUYS ARE ADORABLE

ynfan2 DATE ALREADY HELLOOOO

ynfan3 LITERALLY LIKE

harryfan1 y’all they have a platonic relationship

harryfan2 almost siblings

ynfan4 WOAH…

ynfan5 siblings is pushing it

harryfan3 SIBLINGS?? THEY FLIRT WAY TOO MUCH TO BE SIBLINGS BYE

ynfan6 you’re in denial

harryfan4 OH MY GOSHHHH

harryfan5 i’m obsessed with you two

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram EVEN THOUGH YOU DONT LIKE COOPERATING OR PAYING ME ANY MIND WHEN I SAY POSE— KISSES AND KISSES TO YOU!!! TO MANY MORE TOM<3

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harrystyles Thank you, Jerry x

harryfan1 Omg the nickname still stands yall!😭

harryfan2 I KNOW MY HEART!!!

ynfan1 TOM AND JERRY😭😭

ynfan2 HAPPY BIRTHDAY

harryfan3 no because he looks rlly good here

ynfan3 LITERALLY- THE HAIR😩😩

harryfan4 the way he’s just sitting there looking so fine😩😩

ynfan4 so effortlessly

harrystyles

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harrystyles Throwback to one of your first rehearsals! you were small!!! Happy birthday, tiny.

harryfan1 TINY?? A NEW NICKNAME GOD

harryfan2 IM CRYING THIS IS TOO CUTE

yourinstagram Very wholesome of you

harryfan3 MY HEART

ynfan1 MY BABIES OH MY

ynfan2 😭TINY

ynfan3 ik they are so cute irl with these nicknames

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram Happy birthday sexy!!😊😊😊

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harrystyles Oh you’re too sweet angel!

yourinstagram Sense the sarcasm.

harryfan1 HAHAHA

harryfan2 SEXY??? OH GOD HERE WE GO

ynfan1 NO WAY THE VIDEO HAHAHA

ynfan2 okay but you’re right he’s sexy

harryfan3 now… at this point they’re feeding into it

ynfan3 okay and we’re hungry. they’re giving us what we need

harryfan4 THE VIDEO😭😭

harryfan5 NOOO I CANT HEAR IT WHAT DOES IT SAY???

harryfan4 it’s just y/n saying “stinky look at the camera.” and he just turns and smiles with a thumbs up that’s it😭😭

harrystyles

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harrystyles Happy birthday pretty angel❤️

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yourinstagram THANK YOUUU GORGEOUS BOY

harryfan1 y’all are in love

ynfan1 😭😭😭😭

ynfan2 I’m melting

ynfan3 PRETTY ANGEL. PRETTY ANGEL. I REPEAT PRETTY ANGEL.

harryfan2 GOSH SHE IMA CRY

harryfan3 NO WAYYY

harryfan4 she’s getting more attention/post then any of harry’s girlfriends ever

ynfan4 plot twist: she is the girlfriend

yourinstagram’s stories

harrystyles

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harrystyles Missing you a little extra right now. Happy birthday, pretty.

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harryfan1 i’m so emotional right now.

harryfan2 i can’t do this

ynfan1 PRETTY?? MY HEART GOSH IM MISSING TOM AND JERRY AND STINKY!!!

harryfan3 ME TOO

ynfan2 LITERALLY IM MISSING THE NICKNAMES

harryfan4 HE POSTED Y/N OH MY GOD

harryfan5 what’s sad is that they hardly see each other anymore. she’s filming more and he’s touring. she posted on her story this year. NO EVEN A POST.

ynfan3 the second slide is recent though right??

harryfan5 yes. that’s when they saw each other at Sarah’s birthday party.

ynfan4 OMG THE TEXT😭

yourinstagram ma stinkyyyy❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

harryfan6 THERE IT IS OMGG

ynfan4 BABIES OH MY GOD

ynfan5 i’m crying i’ve missed them so much. i can only go so long without them

ynfan6 this relationship is too good to be true

harryfan7 RELATIONSHIP???

harryfan8 platonic .

ynfan7 yeah they’ve been hanging out a lot since tour came to an end… very little details hint they’re definitely more than what they’re claiming

harryfan9 they aren’t claiming ANYTHING.

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram stinky is old now:( happy birthday i love you. i love you. i love you. this is your year, H x

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harrystyles i love you.

harryfan1 okay now there’s no way that y’all rekindling ain’t make y’all realize your feelings.

harryfan2 wattpad shit for real

ynfan1 no way… WE SEE THE SAME THING RIGHT???

ynfan2 YES OH MY GOSH.

harryfan3 THIS IS NOT THE SAME WAY ANYMORE

ynfan3 AWEEE

ynfan4 YALL ARE TOO CUTE

harryfan4 MY HEART IS BURSTING

ynfan5 “your year” yeah i’m sobbing

harrystyles

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harrystyles My soul. My muse. My best friend. My everything. Happy birthday, my angel.

yourinstagram baby i love u

harrystyles oh how i love you

harryfan1 OH MY FREAKING GOD

harryfan2 NO WAY.

ynfan1 NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY

ynfan2 BABY??

harryfan3 WE WON

ynfan3 IM CRYING HARD

ynfan4 OH MY WORD

harryfan4 😭😭😭 END ME NOW

harryfan5 MY PARENTS

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram everyone wake up, my love—my manchild is twenty eight today

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harryfan1 Manchild😭 MY LOVE

harryfan2 MANCHILD AHHAAHAH

harrystyles ❤️❤️❤️

ynfan1 THE FACT THEY ARE THE IT COUPLE

ynfan2 NOT HIM STEALING YOUR STRUNCHIE????

harryfan3 THIS IS TOO WHOLESOME IMA EXPLODE

[dayligthltos]

No rules.

Tags: Louis Top | Harry Bottom | H Intersexual | Many kinks

Chapters: 7/?

Words: + 10k

Harry is a boy with fixed beliefs, he knew that the subject of sex only has to be talked about when he is in a marriage, but still, he was curious, wanting to know what it feels like to be touched.

"But isn't this bad?" Harry whispers. "It's not bad if I touch you" Louis replied as he kisses him.

[hsgucci94]

He’s in love - Coachella N2

A/N: a little cute something I wrote a while ago and wanted to share here with you. hope you like it! <3

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"That was...," Harry couldn't finish the sentence, still catching his breath after almost two hours of singing, dancing and running around the stage, enjoying the crowd and that special moment, "That was bloody amazing!!"

You laughed, and squealed a bit when he grabbed you by your waist and lifted you off the ground. He started kissing your face, leaving kisses all over it, making you giggle. "You were phenomenal, Haz," and you meant it.

You spent all show hidden in the crowd, morphing with the fans and having a really good time, not only because of the music and the vibe that took over his performance every time, but because it was obvious he was having the time of his life up there onstage. Coachella weekend two went exactly how he dreamt it'd go, and his beaming face was proof of it.

"I fucking love you, you know that, right?" he bursted out, and you nodded.

He always made sure to find a way of letting you know so, wether it was with words, gestures or small things he gifted you every now and then.

"Good, because I do, Y/N. I am so very happy to be doing life by your side, and getting to have you with me during moments like this.., and l'm aware I'm getting all soppy over here but..." his eyes were starting to get watery, his voice cracked. His emotions were taking over, so you harden your grip around his shoulders, hugging him tighter. "Thank you for always being there in the crowd no matter how many times you’ve seen me perform the same, repetitive songs; and for being my number one fan, along with my mum," he giggled after that one line, since it was the only topic you and Anne always argued about: who was his biggest supporter, "And for always leaving the crowd a couple of minutes before the show ends so that you're backstage the moment I get there. Don't think I don't notice...," now you were the one giggling, tears in your eyes as well, "I love knowing that you're always on the other side, waiting for me. It's comforting, and I can only hope I make you as happy as you make me, darling."

When he finished talking, he took a deep breath to prevent his tears from falling.

You rested your forehead against his, your eyes closed. "I love you, I love you, I love you," you murmured.

Even with your eyes closed, you could feel him smiling. Your heart was full whenever you were with him, not matter where, not matter what.

He then put you back on the ground, his arm around your shoulders as he stretched everybody's hands while they congratulated him for an spectacular show. When he was done, you went back to your hotel room, where you cuddled until you both fell asleep.

You had found your person, and he was laid right next to you.

[comfort-person]

Request: Were YN is madly in love with harry and propose him. Due to some circumstances he rejected her and Later he accepts it.

YN as Harry’s tour assistant

Thank you for this request!! Sorry for taking forever I’ve been on holiday, but I hope this is okay!

Trigger warnings: swearing- but near to nothing

Harry x tour assistant reader

“So what kind of thing were you thinking? America, England then Europe?” You spoke staring at Harry, moving your hands around to get your point across. You did it without even thinking, it was something that was just natural for you: talking with your hands. “I think it would be cool to add in Australia dates as well,” Harry spoke your eyes lingering on his lips as he spoke. You were utterly and completely in love with Harry. You had been his tour assistant for about five months and over those months you had gotten to know him better but also gotten to fall in love with him more and more… you had been bottling up these feelings for him for three months and gods was it becoming unbearable. His sweet lips, his green eyes, his kindness, his humour… fuck… you were obsessed with him. But who wasn’t? This is Harry fucking styles we’re talking about.

A soft hum left your lips and you nodded your head “yeah sure thing,” you wrote a few notes down to discuss with your managers later on “we could even do a wide world tour,” you spoke staring at him with a soft smile Harry’s lips curving up into to a warm smile his dimples appearing making your stomach flutter “wide world sounds good. There’s fans everywhere and you know, the cost of living isn’t exactly helping people buy concert tickets so to minimise that we can put tours all over- Japan, America, England, China, Asia in general, Australia- Everywhere else.” He spoke, this was one of the many reasons as to why you loved him so much and adored him because he spoke in such a beautiful way…. He was just so well spoken and kind and generous. “Okay yeah definitely… so like when you and one direction went on tour yeah? You guys went everywhere. So like that?” Harry nodded a permanent smile on his lips, it would be quite a big budget but you weren’t scared of it. It was going to be exciting to figure something out. Plus you knew it made Harry happy to make his fans happy so either way he was going to be happy and that made you happy. Beyond happy.

“I’ll figure this out with the managers and hopefully it’s successful, if it is I’ll be in contact with you in the next few days,” you spoke “thank you, Y/n I truly do appreciate it.” He reached his hand out towards you and you smiled expecting him to shake your hand but instead he patted you gently on the shoulder making your stomach flutter all over again. You were totally besotted with him. You stared at him with happy gentle eyes a lot of love in your own eyes Harry soon realising you hadn’t stood up “everything okay?” He asked and you cleared your throat “yes yes everything’s fine, sorry,” you chuckled nervously Harry’s green eyes searching your face but before he could’ve even said anything your feelings that you had kept to yourself for months came spurting out of your lips,

“I’m sorry Harry… this is probably really fucking abrupt but… you make me so happy. You’re such a beautiful person and.. I-… I don’t know I just like you… a lot…” Harry’s smile slowly faded, his lips parting in awe before a laugh left his lips yet he soon realised you weren’t laughing, your face was painstakingly anxious and that’s when his smile faded and he stared at you shocked. He didn’t realise you were being serious. He liked you, he did, he really liked you in fact- you were beautiful, someone he cared for and adored but he didn’t think a relationship was the right thing at that present moment especially because of the recent relationship with Olivia… Harry liked to call it a ‘fling’ between them as horrible as that sounded but it was the truth. Harry was the main role in don’t worry darling and Olivia wanted to promote her movie… what better way to promote it than sleep with her new money maker who was easily going to bring her fame and money. Harry didn’t want Olivia to target you and because his relationship with her was still pretty fresh and raw he didn’t feel like it was right to have a romantic relationship with you at that very moment.. sure things could blossom in the future but right now it just wouldn’t be fair on you and although he didn’t say it he cared about you so very much and just wanted the best for you.

“Look y/n you’re wonderful… and I care about you very much but…” he shook his head struggling to find the words. You were a sweet girl and he didn’t want to break your heart. He’d never forgive himself if he ever broke your heart “I just don’t want a relationship at the moment… you’re lovely though and beautiful you are… I’m very uh… flattered? That you think that but I’m just not ready for a relationship.” He spoke carefully and softly, he was usually straight forward but with you he was more tender because he cared so very much for you. You were more than a friend… so much more… yet he wasn’t able to express that at the very moment. Your heart had instantly dropped into your stomach your grip on your notepad tightening and you gulped harshly tears beginning to sting your eyes but you quickly forced a smile “that’s okay,” you let out a soft chuckle attempting to hide the shakiness in your voice but Harry noticed it and it broke his heart “thank you for understanding…” he smiled softly his eyes genuine and apologetic. You slowly stood up “I’ll be in touch soon Harry, have a good rest of your day,” you spoke before quickly leaving your anxiousness only growing yet you quickly forced yourself to calm down… getting rejected was absolutely one of the worst feelings ever. But you respected Harry’s honesty… you respected and were grateful for the fact that Harry was honest with you and didn’t even think to lead you on.

Harry the next few days was overthinking everything. He was thinking everything over and attempting to understand his own feelings and what he truly wanted and after two weeks of no contact from you Harry finally realised that he wanted you. He needed time to think… time to gather his thoughts and finally he had figured out that he didn’t want money, he didn’t want fame, he didn’t want anything…. All he wanted was you. Nothing else, no one else… just you.

And so Harry later on that day went out shopping where he bought chocolates, flowers and ingredients to cook a meal. After that he headed over to your place, and once arriving he knocked loudly on the door- he waited for a while, before eventually hearing the sound of the door unlocking before it was pulled open you coming into view and a warm charming smile formed on Harry’s face “oh.. harry..” you spoke confused, looking down at yourself almost insecure you wore turquoise blue shorts and a random T-shirt yet that soon was the least of your worries as you noticed was was in his hands… flowers… your heart skipped a beat and you gulped harshly “I uh… I just wanted to see whether the offer was still up.” He spoke and you furrowed your brows “the offer for what?” You asked and he smiled softly “the offer to love you.” Those words shocked you your brows raising “to love-“ “I love you y/n. I have done for ages… I just couldn’t tell you right away bec-“ he fell silent as he felt your lips smush against his, his eyes widening slightly at your burst of confidence but he soon placed the bag down keeping a hold of the flowers as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing you back gently but deeply all at once… the amount of love in the kiss being portrayed massively.

The flowers were pressed against your back, his free hand stroking against the small of your back as you melted further into him gripping onto his T-shirt tightly his lips tasting delicious… softer than anything…. Just how you had imagined. Before he eventually pulled back a small smile on his lips and he gazed down at you before lifting his hand up to caress against your cheek stroking his thumb against your skin as he searched your eyes softly and gently “you’re so beautiful y/n… let me cook us a dinner, yeah? Let me make you happy….” A soft grin tugged at your lips and you smiled nodding your head before kissing his cheek before dragging him inside the apartment Harry’s finger’s immediately finding yours, like the last piece of a puzzle finally connecting… it was beautiful.

“Also it’s been confirmed… you can do a world tour…” you spoke smirking at the man you loved Harry’s eyes widening with excitement and happiness “well then…. I suppose I better get a extra seat booked hm?” He spoke smiling and you stared at him with wide happy eyes “a seat booked for who?” You asked gently “for you obviously…. Just for you… you’re gonna be coming on tour with me…” a soft happy laugh left your lips before you wrapped your arms around him tightly and he smiled gripping onto you tightly yet gently “gods I love you..” you murmured softly, it was moving so quickly already but you couldn’t wait… it was going to be perfect… “I love you more.” He murmured pressing a kiss to your forehead “love you most…” you spoke smirking forcing a small scoff out of Harry “please, Y/n… I don’t think that’s possible..” he chuckled out gently tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as he smiled down at you. For once Harry felt as if this was going to be the start of something wonderful…. Something that was going to blossom into something beautiful… maybe it was too soon to admit it but he knew then and there that he was in love with you. Head over heels. He was going to love you forever… he loved your soul, personality and smile… maybe finally he could spend his life with you: the one he loved more than anything.

[heeybear]

Chris Martin and Harry Styles ❤️‍🩹

[knowiloveyoubabe]

Not Like This

Word Count: 2.5K words

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol consumption; language (?)

A/N: idk if anyone’s done this already but i rewatched new girl for the billionth time and i just had to (also hi sorry i haven’t posted in so long, life is rough)

“Come on, Y/N! Why not?” Harry whined, a hiccup escaping his pouty lips. Y/N rolled her eyes, attempting to stifle a smile, crossing her arms over her chest. She could barely hear him over the loud music, the bass nearly causing their bones to jump out of their skin. 

“Because it’s a childish game, we’re both drunk, and this will definitely not end well.” She tries to speak over the music, giggling at her glossy-eyed best friend pleading on his knees in front of her, holding her hands between his.

“Pleaaaase, pretty pretty please?” He pokes his bottom lip out, giving her a look he knew she couldn’t say no to, his hands finding their way to and resting on her arms. 

“Harry, I don’t know…” She fidgets, unsure. He clumsily makes his way up to his feet, bumping into a few drunk classmates and laying his hands on her shoulders. 

“Just one round! It’s just spin the bottle, what’s the worst that could happen?” He smiles confidently. 

She eyed him for a moment, his cheeks were flushed from the excessive alcohol, causing the color of his bright eyes to significantly pop aside the deep pink. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the feelings for Harry she had been suppressing for the 3 years they've been friends, but the shape of his lips had become nearly irresistible. Her eyes followed their movement as his teeth bit down on his bottom lip while he waited on her answer. 

“Love?” He asks, his fingers brush down her arm ever so softly, snapping her out of her trance. 

“Huh? Oh, I’m sorry.” Y/N inhales a sharp breath, physically shaking her head as though she were pushing the thoughts out of her mind. Harry’s face shifted to a look of worry for his closest friend.

“You know what, maybe we are too drunk, I’ll just tell them we’ll sit this one out.” He moved to step away from her but she caught his hand in hers before he could go. 

“No! I’m okay, I promise! Let's play!” She spoke quickly. Harry’s worried frown deepened as he grabbed her other hand.

“You seemed so unsure, what changed?” He asked, tilting his head slightly to the side. Alarm bells blared in her head as she felt his thumb brushing against her knuckles, her focus falls to his lips once more. 

How can she possibly explain to her best friend that she changed her mind because she desperately needs someone else's lips on hers to help erase the very thought of his touch, his eyes, his lips on her.  

“Nothing, it’ll be fun!” She smiled, lightly nudging his shoulder with hers, attempting to maintain her composure. His brows furrowed as he chewed on his bottom lip, skeptical of her sudden change in attitude. 

“Are you sure?” He asked, genuinely concerned. She laughs at his drunken attempt at a serious conversation. 

“Stop being silly, let’s play!” Y/N cheers, chugging the last of her drink and pulling him towards the living room of the frat house. Harry wobbled behind her, holding onto her for dear life as they bumped past the other partygoers.

They spot their group of friends sitting in a circle on the floor, the dim light reflected off of the beer bottles in their hands. With the music blaring through the speakers, people dancing, laughing, making out around them, the group of friends looked as though they were in their own little pocket of the universe, unfazed by the scene surrounding them. 

Y/N continued pulling Harry towards them when he stopped in his tracks, gently pulling her towards him.

“Y/N,” His glossy eyes were filled with worry, “Are you absolutely sure, love?” He says softly, the music almost drowning his melodic voice out. Y/N heard him loud and clear though, her eyes lingered on his lips. 

“Yes, I’m absolutely sure,” She nodded her head, inhaling sharply. She smiled nervously, hoping he wouldn’t see through her facade. “Like you said, what's the worst that could happen?” She shrugged, feigning nonchalance..

A small smile tugged at the corner of Harry’s lips as his eyes scanned her face. 

“Okay, but I’ve got my eye on you.” His dimple deepened as he looped her arm into his, leading her to the group.

“Finally!” Their friends greeted them as they sat in vacant spots in the circle, facing one another. 

“Alright, everyone knows the rules, you spin the bottle and kiss whoever it lands on,” One of their friends, Chris, states before chugging the rest of his beer and laying the bottle on its side in the center of the circle. “This is the easiest game ever, just keep it tight you drunkards.” He points his finger around the group, a lazy smirk stretching across his lips, his dark skin glistened under the colored lights. The group cheers loudly, ready to get the game started.

Harry nods at Y/N, directing her attention to him.

“Can you believe this man is going to be a doctor?” He giggles, gesturing at Chris. Y/N giggles too, their friend shooting them a playful glare.

“Alright, let’s get on with it,” Chris announces, “I’ll go first.” He claps his hands together, looking around the group before settling himself down on his knees and reaching to spin the bottle. The bottle slows down, landing on Omar, a lean, tanned guy with curly brown hair. A smile stretches on his face as cheers and catcalls are heard amongst the group. Chris laughs, leaning in to place a peck on Omar’s lips. Harry and Y/N cheer with the rest of the group, awaiting the next person's turn.

Harry’s turn slowly approached, the anxiety making Y/N’s heart nearly jump out of her chest at the thought of his lips on someone else's. It’s not like she had never seen him kiss someone else, he has had situationships here and there and she’d caught glances of his lips locked with theirs. But this time was different, she could no longer push the feelings away, the alcohol had broken down that dam and it all rushed over her like running water. 

Kisses were shared and the bottle kept spinning, until it was finally Harry’s turn. Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat as he reached for the bottle, his eyes locking with hers for what felt like forever. She gave him a tight smile and a quick thumbs up, her body almost on autopilot as she watched him. He inhales deeply, squinting his eyes and spinning the bottle. Y/N squeezes her eyes shut, hoping she was being subtle about the panic coursing through her veins. 

“Ooooooh shit!” She heard Chris and the rest of the circle laughing, her lids opening before she could think. Her eyes met Harry’s, his expression stunned. His eyes left hers, trailing down to where the bottle was, pointing directly at her. Her breath caught in her throat as it dawned on her what this all meant, the thought nearly sobering her up. 

“Y/N…” Harry’s voice trailed softly as he bit at the skin on the inside of his cheek. She could feel everyone's eyes on her, waiting on her next move. A faux smile spread across her face as she chuckled lightly, attempting to hide the panic creeping down her spine.

“What are you waiting for, come here!” She puts on a confident front, leaning in slightly. Harry remained silent, his mouth agape. 

“C’mon Harry, we all did it! Kiss her!” Omar giggled, poking at Harry’s knee playfully. A beat passed and Harry hadn’t made any move to kiss her. Y/N’s blood was buzzing in her veins, her stomach restless as she waited on him to do something, anything.

“Lets goooo, kiss her!” Chris cheers, starting a chant amongst those in the circle. Harry broke out of his trance, shaking his head slightly. The cheers grew louder and blood rushed to his cheeks, deepening the flush from the alcohol. 

“What, you don’t wanna kiss me?” Y/N half jokes, nearly wincing at the thought.

“Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her!” The cheers grew louder as a few of their classmates outside of their circle joined in, drunkenly unaware of what was happening. 

“No, not like this!” He bursts, frustrated. The regret almost instantly set in on his features as the words slipped out. The group fell silent, all eyes on him. A few classmates continued cheering, still unaware.

“What?” Y/N whispers, her eyes wide. Her breath had caught in her throat as she held eye contact with her best friend, it was as though the whole world had frozen around them. His wide eyes flooded with an emotion that her intoxicated brain could not comprehend.

“Fuck.” Harry mutters under his breath, wobbling up from his spot in the circle and disappearing into the crowd. 

“Harry!” Y/N called after him, attempting to follow him but clumsily falling onto the couch behind Chris. He offers her a hand, smiling knowingly.

“Go get him.” He winks as Y/N takes his hand, nodding. 

She takes off in the direction he went in, finding herself at a door at the far end of the frat house. The bathroom. Y/N smiled to herself. The anxiety had nearly evaporated from her body, the only thing on her mind was making sure her favorite person was okay. She knocked, knowing fully well that she wouldn’t hear the response from within over the pounding bass. She slowly opened the door, hoping she wasn’t barging in on some stranger sitting on the toilet. Instead, she was met with the soft green eyes she’d grown so fond of. Harry was laying in the tub, arms outstretched on the rim, his hair slightly disheveled. 

“Hey," Y/N spoke softly, entering the small bathroom, gently shutting the door behind her. Harry averted his gaze from hers, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. “Mind if I join you in there?” 

Harry nodded slightly, still avoiding her eyes. Y/N steps into the tub carefully, sitting opposite of him, stretching her legs and settling her feet on either side of his hips. 

Neither of them made a move, the silence between them uninterrupted by the loud music on the other side of the door. Harry picked at his nail polish, avoiding her eyes as she scanned his face for what he could possibly be feeling.

“What did you m-” “How did you kno-” 

They both break the thick silence simultaneously. 

“You go first.” Harry ran a hand through his hair, another sign of the anxiety he felt welling up inside of him.

“No, no, you go.” Y/N laid a gentle hand on his shin. Harry’s eyes settled on her fingers unconsciously tracing small circles over the thin material of his pants on his leg.

“How did you know I’d be here?” He spoke slowly, his eyes following the movement of her fingers. Y/N let out a slight chuckle, the change in tone forcing Harry’s eyes up to look at her face. The brightest of smiles lit up her features.

“Remember the night we first met? Orientation party, freshman year?” She paused. Harry’s eyebrows furrowed as he racked his alcohol ridden brain. Y/N lets out a laugh as realization hits him, his eyebrows shooting up and his mouth slightly agape.

“I was hiding out in the bathroom because I didn’t know anyone yet.” He chuckles, watching Y/N fondly. 

“And I needed to pee but there was some weirdo in the tub!” She leans forward, lightly pushing his shoulder. Harry bursts into a fit of giggles, comforted by the presence of his best friend.

“Why the tub?”

“I don’t know, it’s weirdly comforting.” Harry giggles, shrugging his shoulders.

“And?” Y/N pokes at his shin.

“You know, I think it’s the walls of the tub, I feel like a little baby in a crib.” Harry slurs slightly, leaning his head back on the wall behind him. 

“Hmm, I wonder what that’s about?” Y/N teases, causing Harry to groan.

“You took ONE psychology class and forgot how to act.” Harry scrunches his nose at his friend. A beat of silence settled between them before Y/N snickered, making them both burst out in laughter. 

As they settled down, Harry placed his hands on Y/N’s thighs, snapping her out of her haze for a moment.

“Harry?”

“Hm?” Harry hummed softly, distracted by a piece of loose thread on Y/N’s pants.

“What did you mean, ‘not like this’?” She spoke cautiously, eyeing his face. Harry inhaled sharply, his body tensing slightly. 

“I just,” Harry nibbles at his lip, “I don’t know, I just…” He sighs, covering his face with his hands. 

“Hey,” Y/N frowns, removing her feet from beside him, repositioning herself. She perched herself on her knees between his legs, her hands gently settling on his thighs. “You don’t have to-”

She was cut off by his mouth on hers, his hands on either side of her face. Y/N was stunned but allowed herself to melt into it. Harry let out a soft whimper as she kissed him back, his hands tracing down her body to her waist, pulling her closer. Her fingers tangled themselves in his hair, tugging ever so lightly as their lips molded onto one another with fervor. His tongue slipped into her mouth, colliding with hers. His hands trail down to her hips, pulling her even closer as she practically straddles him. Harry pulled away first, both of them struggling to regulate their breathing.

“Harry…” She whispers, her forehead pressed against his, absolutely stunned.

“That’s what I meant.” He whispers. Y/N exhales shakily, pulling him in for another kiss. Their hands roamed as they pulled each other closer and closer. 

“Chris! I found them!” The bathroom door swung open, startling the couple in the tub. Omar leaned against the doorframe, giggling up a storm at their surprise. Chris walked up behind Omar, his hands on his hips. 

“C’mon, guys! The game was spin the bottle, not 7 minutes in heaven!” He slurred, joining Omar’s giggle fest. Y/N buried her face in Harry’s neck, mortified at the position their friends found them in. 

“Alright, alright, we’ll be out in a minute!” Harry shoo’s their friends (who were making kissing noises at the couple). Chris closes the door, but not before yelling that he called it. Harry rubbed Y/N’s back, apologizing gently. She pulls her face out of the crook of his neck looking at him in disbelief.

“Y/N, this is all I’ve wanted for so long.” He whispers and her feature soften instantly.

“Really?” Her voice strained slightly. He places a hand on her jaw running his thumb over her cheekbone, nodding his head. Y/N’s heart beat against her ribcage so hard that she was sure he could hear it.

“Me too.” A wide smile graced her face. Harry’s heart soared as he leaned in to kiss his best friend again. 

“We’re kissing in a tub, absolutely shitfaced.” Y/N giggles against his lips.

“Worse things have happened in tubs, I’m sure of it,” Harry giggles back between soft kisses. “But this is definitely one of the best.” He deepens their kiss, so glad he begged her to play that silly game.

[harry-styles-obsessed]

Take my medicine

Request: please please PLEASE DO SOME ANGSTY SMUT PLEASE IM BEGGING ON MY HANDS AND KNEES

Warnings: smut, face fucking, hair pulling, degradation, praise, female and male receiving, edging, drool/ spit.

A/N: as you wish anon… (; I enjoy how feral some of you all are because same… I went kinda feral with this one kinda just remembering how I heard medicine live. Who knew a man could make me scream so loud🤭🤭🤭 this one shot literally does not have a plot I just wrote and it came out… like this? Enjoy!

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“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” Harry’s voice was annoyed his brows raised as he kept his eyes on you. You and him had been in a fake “relationship” for over two months now and it was starting to get to you. You were both acting so lovey dovey, he was all over practically you all the time for publicity but in the end you never got anything. You never got touched. You never got kissed meaningfully. You only got your hand held which was just stupid. You didn’t want the sentimental things, you wanted to be put in your place— you wanted to lose control. You wanted Harry to control you.

“Are you really that daft Harry?” You raised your voice at him and he stared at you annoyed, his back straightening and he exhaled “do enlighten me darling.” He kept a stoic look on his face and you glared into his eyes, a few steps between you both but the tension remained thick. Constant. Never ending. “You hug me and touch me when we’re in front of the cameras and when we’re alone you act like… you act like this!” You waved your hands about, realisation settling upon Harry’s face as he studied you carefully. Were you really in need of being touched by him? How flattering.

“I don’t want our relationship to be fake! I want us to mean something! I don’t want to feel like a thing someone can pass around I just want to feel loved!” You were spiralling into a complete meltdown, practically yelling the same thing over and over again at him watching as he slowly got closer to you before his hand came up to cup against your cheek before he leaned in capturing your lips in a deep sensual kiss, his teeth nipping at your lower lip, as you melted into the kiss body dropping slightly as you tried to move into his body- wanting his lips upon yours forever. He then eventually pulled away, you breathing more soflty “we signed a contract, y/n…” “it hasn’t stopped you any other time.” You quickly bit back at the number of girls he had slept with and “fake relationships” he had, had.

He let out a small chuckle lightly stroking his thumb against your lower lip as he studied you carefully before he shook his head “you’re unbelievable.” He slowly pulled your lower lip down his own lips parting as he admired your pretty lips watching as your plump lip finally snapped back into place “Harry please…” you whispered his green eyes studying you carefully, analysing every part of you before he hummed- he really didn’t realise how much you needed him. How desperate you were for him. It was sweet really… cute even. “Please.” You whispered again and he smirked “please show me you love me even if you don’t mean it… please.”

He didn’t let you say another word as he kissed you deeply, your hands coming up to wrap around his neck, hands playing with his hair as he gripped onto your hips pulling your waist into him as he leaned you into the nearby wall the sound of heavy breathing and you both making out being the only sound audible for a while before Harry’s hand snuck into your hair grasping onto your hair so he could yank your head backwards lowering his lips to your throat as he scattered kisses against your skin keeping a tight grip on your hair as you whined softly feeling your pussy flutter desperately. “What do you want? What do you need, hm?” “You” you whispered desperately fully submitting yourself to him and a soft chuckle left his lips, before his grip on your hair loosened making you whine in disappointment,

“Down.” He commanded you, your eyes widening slightly that disappointment disappearing into nothingness as your knees practically buckled beneath you as you allowed yourself to fall to your knees gazing up at him through your lashes your eyes wide and hungry, desperate for him. You watched as he unbuckled his belt, before pulling his jeans down and his boxers as he took his cock into his hand beginning to pump up and down, pre-cum spilling out of the tip as you watched with wide excited eyes “you want me to fuck your face?” He questioned the lewd words making your body throb with excitement and you nodded desperately making him chuckle “use your words.” You blinked slightly dumbfounded “yes… please…”

He seemed satisfied with your words before he gripped onto your hair tightly grabbing a fistful of it and yanking it into a makeshift pony tail before he without even warning you slid his cock into your mouth- the head hitting the back of your throat making you gag and moan all at once, Harry groaning slightly as he tilted his head back in pleasure his eyes fluttering shut momentarily only to focus back down on you, tightening his grip before he began to move his hips along with your head, forcing your head to bob up and down over and over again as his hips moved in time with your head— every time your head moved forwards he’d thrust in deeper, drool practically escaping from your mouth as it dribbled down your chin as he continued to fuck your mouth his grip on your hair not letting up as you continued moaning desperately, one of your hands reaching down to begin to play with yourself as your body rocked with every movement of his, his eyes watching you

“You can play…” his words were gruff and commanding “but you can’t cum. Not until I tell you, you can.” You were a moaning gagging mess but still you listened, sliding two fingers into your pussy and pumping them in and out your slick wet cunt, your fingers easily pumping in and out Harry watching the pleasure build up within you and fuck was it beautiful, the way your mouth massaged his cock so well and the way your mouth was full and eyes rolling into the back of your head every so often had Harry weak at the knees and before he could’ve even stopped himself he was coming, hard right in your mouth, you moaning as he rode out his own orgasm yet his eyes remained watching you carefully watching as your hips bucked your moans growing louder, sending more vibrations through his cock “fuck-“ he tightened his grip on your hair watching as your face twisted and he pulled out of your mouth “stop.” He commanded your fingers halting before removing themselves from your aching heat “Harry please…” “shh. Good girl. Get up. Go lay down on the bed.”

You could barely stand but you did managed to with his help as you wobbled over to the bed, thighs trembling, before you collapsed down onto the bed, the bed creaking as Harry crawled towards you his hands instantly pressing against your thighs spreading your legs further apart as he lowered down to your heat which was clenching around nothing, desperate, he chuckled “needy hm?” You nodded fervently and Harry wasted no time in licking a strip up your pussy before he took your clit in between his lip, sucking and nipping as your hips bucked whines leaving your lips as you breathed heavily two of his fingers inserting into your pussy as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you curling them every so often at such an angle they continuously hit your G-spot over and over again, making your hips squirm and Buck your breathing heavy. Harry fluttered his tongue against your clit over and over again as you whined, him feeling the way you clenched around his fingers and he removed his fingers immediately “ah ah ah… patience y/n… patience…” he spoke before standing from the bed, making you whine, watching as he moved to crouch by the bed somerhing opening before you heard a familiar low buzzing seeing a familiar vibrator held in his hand

“Harry what the fuc-“ “mind your language, y/n. Shh… we’re in a relationship. We’re exploring one another aren’t we?” He chuckled softly before settling in between your thighs again the vibrator on the highest setting which instantly made it impossible to hold back, Harry holding it there with one hand his other hand tracing along your pussy as his tongue soon delved into your heat, tongue fucking you so deeply you were certain you were seeing stars— hell you couldn’t remember your own name at one point, screams and cries beginning to leave your lips as he kept the vibrator pressed to your clit “cum… cum right fucking now.” He demanded and as you let yourself go, Harry admired you, watching how beautiful you looked. How perfect you looked. And as he helped you ride your orgasm out he smirked slightly, until eventually your shaking thighs fell limp, your body relaxing- satisfied… eyes soon watching as he hovered above you, leaning down to capture your lips in a heated kiss

“I love you.” He murmured into your lips, before pulling back to look into your eyes “and I mean it… I always mean it.” He cupped your cheek in his hand before capturing your lips in another deep sensual kiss. Maybe this little fake relationship would turn into a much bigger problem for the both of you.

[watermelonsugacry]

wait wait wait omg where was 1dbandmate!yn in the carpool karaoke??

Carpool Karaoke

SINCE 2010 MASTERLIST

Here are some of the highlights! :

"Hey man, eh do you think you can help me get to work? Ugh, thanks man you're the best." James hangs up the phone with a sigh of relief.

It's not long before Niall slides into the passenger side only for Louis to open the back door. YN follows in and scoots her way in with Harry on her trail. And finally Liam comes in and closes the door by his side.

"Hey James." YN smiles as she adjusts herself in her squished seat.

After some initial greetings, James is slowly 'driving' their way out of the parking lot. It was like a mum picking up her kids from school.

"Seat belts on everyone. Anyone need to wee?"

Harry raises his hand, "I need to wee."

"Hold it." James says dismissively.

"Can we get some food on the way?" YN asks, leaning over the best she can in between the center console, one hand on the driver's head rest and the other on Harry's knee.

"Of course we can, golden child." James says causally, 'focusing' on the road ahead on him. YN sits back in her seat with a satisfied smile as if she's silently boasting about how she's the favorite one out of the bunch.

...

When Best Song Ever comes on, YN falls right back into her usual harmony. Her and Harry look to each other, moving their fists in up and down as they sing, "We danced, we danced, it goes something like this!"

When James when he hits Zayn's high note, the band stops with wide eyes and surprised smiles as they look to the tv host.

...

James and Niall hands everyone a jean jacket. It was pretty difficult for the band in the back seat to put one since everyone was so tightly squished together.

"Louis! Yeh nearly clocked me eye out!" YN moves her head out of the way just in time to miss Louis's fist.

"Move yeh head then!"

Harry beckons his fingers so she can lean more over to his side behind him as he leans forwards.

Then James goes on to teach the band choreography for No Control.

"I'm a loaded gun," James makes a motion for everyone to point down to their crotches, making the band let out a chuckle. "YN if you don't wanna do that p--"

"No, no. I'll point to me own **** too. That's cool." Her cuss word is beeped out from the video and it makes James let out one of his high pitched laughs.

And when they're performing, everyone acts very suave as if they were actually doing a music video.

"Taste," YN sings to front view camera, lifting her shoulder to her cheek in a sultry way.

"Where is it Niall?" James asks, turning to the blonde lad as he sticks out his toungue.

"On my tongue." She slides the backs of her hands under her chin and jawline while fluttering her eyelashes. "I don't want to wash away the night before. Before!" She riffs her last word.

...

While James has Niall playing Sleep With, Marry, Cruise, it can be seen in the background that YN is mindlessly playing with the threads coming off of the rips in Harry's jeans at his knees. Although their conversation isn't picked up on camera, fans can clearly see them talking quietly amongst themselves.

Harry leans his head a little bit over to her ear, not so much given how squished together they are from their seating arrangements (which he's certainly not complaining about), "Dunno why we always gotta be playing games like this."

"Oh? So you're tellin' me you've got better things to do?" YN teases with a soft smile.

He's sitting right next to his crush for the past 5 and a half years, their sides and faces so incredibly close to one another than he can breathe in the minty gum she's chewing, her fingers grazing his bare knee as she braids the tiny threads peaking out from rips there--he wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

"Clearly." He playfully widens his eyes and is gifted when she huffs out a laugh through her nose.

"Who would you choose?"

You.

He gives his shoulder a shrug, "Eh, dunno. Like I said I don't fancy these games. You?"

"Can't tell you tha'." YN discreetly turns up heat setting on Liam's seat warmer on the middle console in front of her while he's looking out the window. "You'll hold it against me one day."

"Whot? Is it me for all three of them?" Harry teases. He only said that just to see her give him one of her infamous eye rolls, maybe even a playful shove. But his heart begins to race when she sees her eyes still focused on where her hands mess with the threads, her lips tucking inward to keep her smile from growing.

"S'bit narcissistic of you, innit?"

Harry's thoughts begin to go a mile a minute. She explicitly didn't agree to that being her answer, but she also technically didn't deny it either. Before he can think to say another word, James suggests for everyone to sing along to their next track.

...

And the part where James does a rap for bridge of Drag Me Down and everyone chips in with their own flare, YN sings the consist melody of the pre-chorus.

Together, Harry and YN harmonize their first high note riffs together.

"Nobody can drag me down!"

The volume of their singing can be annoying to the boys next to them but they could honestly care less. It's when they get to their second set of high notes that the two end up bursting out in laughter at the fact that both of their voices crack at the same time.

YN puts a hand over her smile and the other to Harry's knee as she leans forward in laughter.

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[hazslover]

breastfeeding in public

‘honey.. she needs feeding’ you scratch the back of his neck to grab his attention. he turns to look at you.

‘little bean is fussy mhmm?’ he coos at his girl.

‘alright, let me take her’ he unbuckles the carrier and holds his angel against his chest. you both walk to the bathroom for more privacy and begin the routine. carrier slung loose over his shoulder and your top pulled up. he helps you feed her. then steals a soft kiss against your temple.

‘such a good mama’ he mumbles. he places a cloth over his shoulder and waits until she’s done.

‘best mama in the world’ he whispers. when she begins to whine, he holds her over his shoulder and pats her back as he sways back and forth. it’s the tiniest little sound but it makes his heart melt. always. he holds her for a while longer. cheek resting against her head. then pecks it.

‘wanna hold her for a while’ he pleads. so you take her in your arms as he puts on the carrier.

‘come here, flower. dada’s gonna cuddle you now.. let mama relax for a bit’ he coos. he straps her into the carrier and pecks her head again. he’s so soft with her. so gentle with her. now all he does is admire his little bean, whispering softly as she stares back up at him with curious eyes.

‘i love you, bean.. always’.

[whitemancumslut]

happy new year

summary in which harry and y/n celebrate their second new years together and y/n makes a big decision in order to keep her and harry’s relationship alive.

warnings mentions of smut, fluff

word count 1k

authors note short new years blurb until i’m ready to upload the other one shots. happy new years:))) cliché new years balcony kiss

“Another year with you,” you spoke proudly stroking the hairs at the back of his head. The clock hits five minutes til midnight as Harry sways you with the L.A city skylights.

“Surprised?” he teased bumping his nose against yours. The alcohol on his tongue brimming your nose and upper lip. Tipsy, he was. And happy. Tipsy and happy as the loud voices of your mutual friends play in the background as you guys took a moment to escape on the balcony. Very much needed private moment. With everyone trying to catch up with Harry since he’s been back in L.A.

Your feet are toe to toe as your bodies are close and you enhance the cool air together. Harry’s one handed rub down your forearm warms you as you speak.

“A little, yeah.” You admit lowly.

Harry’s eyes grow a size, “Oh really?” His lips curl into a smirk as he teasingly inputs , a little taken aback by the reply but not putting too much thought into it— waiting for you to elaborate.

This year has been hard on your relationship. Harry had been touring all year, and you were working where he wasn’t. It was scary. Scary because you never knew if Harry was going to act on your thoughts and actually text or call you going ‘I don’t think this is going to work.’ He’d be lying if he said he didn’t have doubts but you guys made long distance worth it. You stayed with him some nights on tour, and worked from hotel rooms until you would decide it was time to go back into the office.

“You know that’s not what I mean, H. It’s just been a long frustrating year for us, ye’ know?” Looking up at him as he stared down continuing the eye contact. “But we made it work. We’re making it work,” You corrected and he chuckled lightly. “I’m just really happy you’re here right now.”

He smiles as he listens your little confession. “I’m happy I’m here too, honey. And it’s okay, because I’m glad we made it another three hundred and sixty five days together,” He smirked, thinking his logic on how many days in a year was intruding. You playfully rolled your eyes and shake your head as he continued. “I just wanna take ye everywhere I go,” He admits pulling you closer with his free hand on your forearm but you pull back.

“About that…”

Harry’s brows furrowed. “Y/n…” He scolded as you smile pulling away from his body. Your moves making him suspicious on your next confession. “I thought about what you said to me a couple of weeks ago.” You said and he tilts his head still unsure. “Over the photo you were saying how you wishing I could be with you twenty-four seven. On the road with you and all that stuff,” You muttered looking up as you tried to plan out his reaction to you practically leaving your job.

“Yeah…”

“I decided I want to take a break from the office to be with you.” The words spill out of your mouth and Harry’s eyes widen, he places his glass down on the rail of the balcony, gently holding your elbows in his hands.

“Baby what? You did what? What about—”

“I thought about it! I really just want to be with you, baby. I do,” Your voice was soft and a chuckle breaks through at his eyes of worry and uncertainty.

“I don’t know about this, Y/n. You can’t just leave your job because of me.” Inside Harry truly didn’t want you to leave your job for him but he also needed you with him. He felt comfort whenever you were in the crowd in his view and their for his post-show pep talk. Everything was just one thousand percent better when you were around and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

15 seconds.

“But I can. And it’s just a little break from the office. I can still work on my computer. We need this. I think it’ll be good,” You and Harry’s relationship was your number one priority. You couldn’t lose him— he couldn’t lose you. Being with him, knowing he’s okay was all you needed. Your job was perfect to be down at home. You could always ‘work from home’ from a hotel room, bus, wherever needed be. Normally independency would be a problem but there’s been too much of it for you to even function.

“Ten!”

Harry’s eyes go back in forth between yours to see if there were some kinda in joke to catch. “You’re serious? You wanna— you wanna tour wit’ me?” Just thought of it had you both smiling like idiots. Harry’s eyes glow with the lights as he watches your lips move with the words, “Yes, I’m sure,” leaving them.

Your eyes dart inside, through the glass door, to see all your friends backs faced towards you guys and shouting with the Dick Clark’s New Years Rockin’ Eve on the screen, and the ball descending.

Your attention is reverted back to Harry when he pinched the bottom of your chin, practically forcing your attention to meet him.

“Five!”

“I love you so fucking much. So much,” Voice low and deep as he takes his other and let it meet your waist.

“Three!”

“I love you too, Harry.” You smile right before “One!” is shouted and cheers are heard, his wet pink lips smash into yours. Your stomach does backflips like you’re a teenager kissing her crush for the first time. Harry’s kiss is strong as the taste of his glass of lip gets into your mouth. You pull away, out of breath, smiling. “Holy shit— now that I’m thinking about it, an orgasm at midnight would’ve been way much cooler, love.” He murmurs dropping his hand from your chin, and holding you by your hips.

You laugh at his comment before pecking his lips again. “Happy new year, H.”

“Happy new year, my love,” he just smashes his lips into yours once more. Overly thrilled to have you by his side for the rest of tour and for the rest of his life.

[virgoilluminati]

Belongings

Chapter 4: Hash brown, egg yolk I will always love you.

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A/N: this is low-key my favourite chapter up to date. I THINK it is so cute and I am imagining like a very cute literal village bakery where y/n works. Harry is so wholesome in this and what makes this worse is the fact that as I am writing about Will I low-key don’t hate him. Which is so annoying because he is supposed to be a baddy. ANYWAYS I hope you enjoy. This one is very fluffy.

Warnings: slight angst but mainly fluff fluff fluff

Word count: 2959

In the realm of dreams, where boundaries blur and imagination runs wild, Y/N found herself immersed in a captivating scenario. As she took to the stage, her heart brimming with anticipation, she initially believed she was standing beside her fiance, Will, ready to share a musical journey together. As the music swelled, Y/N's heart overflowed with a blend of excitement and nervous anticipation. The stage became her sanctuary, a place where her emotions found solace and her voice found wings to soar. With each note, she felt a profound connection to the music her spirit intertwining with the melodies.

Surrounded by a symphony of instruments and an enraptured audience, Y/N experienced a profound sense of fulfillment. The dream transformed into a harmonious dance of self-expression, as her voice reverberated through the vast space, touching the hearts of those who listened.

In this dream, Y/N felt a resounding joy, a validation of her passion and talent. The stage became a canvas for her emotions, a conduit through which she could communicate her deepest desires and vulnerabilities. It was a moment of liberation, where she could fully embrace her true self.

As the dream unfolded, Y/N was enveloped in a sense of serenity and purpose. The stage became a symbol of her artistic journey, where she could break free from the confines of daily life and embrace her calling as a performer.

Each lyric resonated within her, echoing the emotions she had long kept hidden.

But as the dream unfolded, a subtle shift in perception occurred. Y/N's gaze shifted, and in that moment of surreal clarity, she realized that the person by her side was not Will but her best friend, Harry. It was a revelation that startled her, causing a flutter of emotions to surge through her being.

This realization within the dream sparked a mixture of confusion, intrigue, and a tinge of fear. Y/N's mind raced, grappling with the implications of this newfound awareness.

She questioned what it meant and how to navigate the delicate dynamics of her relationships. As Y/N woke from the dream, her mind remained haunted by its vivid imagery. She knew that it held deeper significance, beckoning her to explore the intricacies of her heart and confront the complex web of emotions she had been suppressing.

Y/N slowly opened her eyes, the remnants of her dream fading away. She found herself in her bedroom, with Will, her fiancé, sitting beside her. His concerned eyes met hers, and she knew she had to come up with an explanation for her disoriented state.

"Hey, are you okay?" Will asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.

Y/N took a deep breath, forcing a small smile. "Yeah, just had a bad dream. It shook me up a bit."

Concern etched across his face, Will reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry, love. Dreams can be unsettling sometimes. But I'm here for you, always."

Her heart ached with conflicting emotions as she looked at Will's caring expression. He was kind and loving, and she couldn't deny the connection they had built. But deep down, a part of her yearned for something different, something that only Harry seemed to ignite within her.

She nodded, grateful for Will's understanding. "Thank you, Will. Your comfort means a lot to me."

As Will continued to console her, Y/N's mind drifted to Harry. They had always shared a special bond, an unspoken connection that transcended their friendship. She wondered what it would be like to wake up to his comforting presence, his arms wrapped around her, offering solace and understanding.

But reality pulled her back, reminding her of her commitment to Will and the life they had planned together. Guilt washed over her for wanting something different, for craving the forbidden.

Y/N knew she had to push those thoughts aside, at least for now. She had made a choice, and she needed to honor it. But that didn't stop her heart from yearning for more.

With a heavy sigh, she shifted her attention back to Will, appreciating the love he had shown her. She leaned into his embrace, finding comfort in his arms, even if her mind was elsewhere.

As Y/N sought solace in Will's comforting presence, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. His reassuring words did little to ease the underlying tension she sensed within him. She looked up at him, her brows furrowing in concern.

"Will, you've been so supportive, but I can tell something's bothering you. Is there something you're not telling me?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine worry.

Will's gaze dropped for a moment, his hands fidgeting with unease. He took a deep breath, gathering the courage to speak his truth. "Y/N, I haven't been entirely honest with you," he admitted, his voice laced with regret.

Her heart sank as she braced herself for what he was about to say. This wasn't what she had expected, and a wave of uncertainty washed over her. She held her breath, waiting for him to continue. “I have to leave a couple days before the wedding. It’s a work thing, and I really really can’t miss it.”

Y/N's eyes widened in disbelief, her mind racing to comprehend his confession. The implications of his departure sent a wave of panic coursing through her. "But Will, the wedding... We've planned everything around that date. What about all the arrangements? The guests, the venue..." her voice trailed off, her worries spilling out.

Will sighed, his expression filled with remorse. "I know it's not ideal, and I'm truly sorry for the inconvenience. But I’ve already talked to Harry and he’s more than happy to help you out whilst I am away. I will be back the day before and it’ll be like nothing happened.”

Her mind raced with thoughts of the countless tasks involved in wedding planning. The invitations, the venue, the caterers—they had all been arranged with the original date in mind. The prospect of rearranging everything felt daunting, and the uncertainty left her feeling overwhelmed.

“You already planned it out, and you didn’t tell me?”

“I didn’t want to worry you-“

“We’re supposed to be getting married will! You have to tell me when things like this happen. Was there no one else who could cover the shift? It’s literally our wedding - surely there is some leave you could take.”

“Y/N, I can’t. This job is important to me.”

“But it shouldn’t be more important than me.” She responds. Will unable to say anything, sighs frustratedly. In retaliation y/n grabs a pillow and jumps out of the bed. Will frowns confused. “What are you doing?”

“Sleeping in the lounge. Until your ready to get your priorities in shape.” And with that she slams the door in his face.

*******************

As the familiar jingle of the bakery door echoed through the room, Y/N glanced up to see Harry walking in. A mixture of relief and comfort washed over her, knowing that his presence would bring a sense of solace amidst the chaos of the wedding planning.

"Trouble in paradise?" Harry asked, a hint of concern in his voice as he approached the counter. Y/N couldn't help but smile at his ability to read her emotions so effortlessly.

She let out a soft chuckle, a touch of resignation in her tone. "It's stupid really, Harry. Will's fixated on this job situation, and it's putting a strain on us. It feels like his priorities have shifted, and it's hard to ignore."

Harry leaned against the counter, his gaze filled with understanding. "Not really love. Honestly, Will needs to get over this whole job thing. His priorities should be you. And I'm sorry that it isn't."

Her heart skipped a beat at Harry's words, his unwavering support providing her with a glimmer of hope. Despite the complicated nature of their relationship, his presence brought a sense of comfort and clarity.

She returned to kneading the dough, the rhythmic motion grounding her as she gathered her thoughts. "Thank you, Harry. Your words mean a lot to me. It's just overwhelming, the weight of everything."

Harry nodded, his eyes filled with empathy. “I understand, Y/N. Planning a wedding can be incredibly stressful, but I'm here to help with whatever is needed. We'll get through this together."

The ache in Harry's heart lingered beneath the surface, an unspoken longing that couldn't be ignored. He yearned for a future that seemed just out of reach, but being able to contribute to Y/N's wedding brought him a sense of purpose and solace. It allowed him to be there for her, to support her in a tangible way, even if his own desires went unfulfilled.

Y/N met his gaze, a mix of gratitude and affection in her eyes. "Thank you, Harry. Knowing I can count on you means more than I can express. Let's focus on making this wedding beautiful, and maybe, just maybe, everything will fall into place."

They shared a bittersweet smile, an unspoken understanding passing between them. Despite the complexities of their relationship, their bond remained unbreakable.

************

“You remember that one time when we got drunk after your concert, and you were the bride and I would be the groom.” Y/N laughed as she began to pour out a dark chocolate mixture into a pan, the aroma of sweetness wafting through the bakery. Harry's gaze softened as he watched her, the memories of their past escapades lingering in his mind.

“Yeah, that night was unforgettable," Harry chuckled, a reminiscent smile on his face. "I never thought I could rock a ball gown like that. And you with the makeshift mustache, we must have looked ridiculous."

Y/N nodded, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Oh, we definitely did. But it was so much fun. And my dad's reaction when he saw the permanent marker on my face? Priceless."

As they reminisced, the contrast between their playful past and the reality of the present hung in the air. Y/N was preparing for her wedding, while Harry, deep down, yearned for a different outcome. The ache in his chest resurfaced, a bittersweet reminder of the unfulfilled longing within him.

Harry's smile wavered slightly, a hint of sadness shadowing his eyes. "How time flies, indeed. Here we are now, on the brink of your wedding, and I'm... well, I'm here."

Y/N turned to face him, her expression filled with warmth and understanding. She knew the depth of his feelings, even if they couldn't be openly acknowledged. Her heart ached for him, for the love they shared but couldn't fully embrace.

"Harry," she said softly, placing a hand on his arm. "You've always been here for me, and I'm grateful beyond words. Our friendship means everything to me, even if our paths have taken different turns. Just having you by my side brings me comfort and strength."

Harry's smile returned, tinged with a touch of awkwardness. He scratched the back of his neck, his gaze briefly falling away before meeting hers once more. "I know, Y/N. And I treasure our friendship too. I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

In that moment, they understood the unspoken truth. Their connection, though unfulfilled romantically, remained a source of solace and support. They would navigate the complexities of their emotions, cherishing the bond they shared while honoring the commitments they had made.

As the scent of chocolate filled the bakery, Y/N and Harry carried on with their preparations, finding solace in the shared memories and the knowledge that, even in the face of unrequited love, their friendship would endure. And though the ache in Harry's heart remained, he couldn't help but hold onto the hope that somehow, in their own unique way, they had found a love that transcended traditional boundaries.

***********

“You’ll need a date for the wedding you know…”

Y/N's suggestion caught Harry off guard, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of surprise and confusion. The idea of going on a date hadn't crossed his mind, as he had resigned himself to the belief that his heart belonged solely to Y/N. He looked at her, his brows furrowed, trying to process her proposition.

"I don't need a date, Y/N," Harry replied, his voice carrying a tinge of uncertainty. The thought of being with someone else paled in comparison to the connection he shared with her, even if it remained unspoken.

Y/N's eyes sparkled with determination as she countered his statement. "But Harry, you don't want to be alone. And I know a couple of people who would be right up your street. Like Florence, for instance!"

"Florence?" Harry burst into laughter, the idea of him and Y/N's maid of honor being a romantic match seeming absurd to him. He stepped away from the pastries he was attempting to braid, his laughter filling the room.

"Yes, Florence!" Y/N insisted, her voice filled with excitement. "You two would get on so well, and she is so lovely..."

Harry's laughter subsided, and he looked at Y/N with a mixture of amusement and affection. "I'm sure she is, Y/N, but she's not my type."

Y/N's gaze lingered on his face, searching for any hint of his preferences, as if she could read his thoughts. Harry felt a wave of anxiety wash over him, realizing that his hidden feelings might be more apparent than he had anticipated.

"It doesn't matter," he added quickly, his voice slightly shaky. "I mean, my type... it's not important right now."

As the unspoken words lingered between them, Harry couldn't help but wonder if Y/N had glimpsed the truth behind his response. He longed for her, for the connection they shared, but he also feared the consequences of revealing his true feelings.

Y/N's eyes softened, and she reached out to gently touch his arm. "Harry, I just want you to be happy. If not Florence, then maybe someone else. You deserve love and companionship too, you know?"

Harry's heart swelled with a mixture of gratitude and longing. He yearned to confess his feelings, to reveal that his type was standing right in front of him. But the fear of jeopardizing their friendship held him back, and he settled for a small smile.

As Y/N was about to respond, her curiosity piqued by Harry's evasive answer, she suddenly found herself enveloped in a cloud of white. Flour coated her hair, clothes, and the surrounding area, leaving her momentarily stunned. Harry stood there, a mischievous grin spreading across his face, holding an empty bag that once held flour.

"Oops! My hand slipped," Harry chuckled, trying to suppress his laughter.

Y/N's surprise quickly turned into amusement, and a mischievous twinkle sparkled in her eyes. She glanced at Harry, a playful smile forming on her flour-covered face. "Oh, you're in for it now, Styles!"

Without hesitation, Y/N grabbed a handful of flour and tossed it back at Harry. The room erupted into laughter and chaos as they engaged in a spontaneous food fight. Flour flew through the air, pastries were transformed into ammunition, and their bakery became a temporary battleground of laughter and mess.

Laughter echoed through the air as they ducked and dodged, their faces adorned with flour and grins of pure joy. In that moment, the worries and complexities of their lives faded into the background, and they were simply two friends reveling in a carefree moment.

Flour coated every surface, creating a whimsical scene that seemed straight out of a movie. Their shared laughter echoed through the bakery, filling the space with an infectious energy that dispelled any lingering tension.

After what felt like an eternity of flour-filled fun, the laughter subsided, and they stood there, breathless and covered in the remnants of their impromptu food fight. Harry's eyes met Y/N's, and they burst into laughter once more, their bond growing stronger amidst the mess they had created.

In the midst of the flour-filled chaos, as Y/N and Harry's eyes met, a palpable tension crackled in the air. Their gazes lingered, locked on each other, before instinctively shifting down to each other's lips. The unspoken desire hung between them, and it seemed as if the world around them had momentarily faded away.

Without a word, they both leaned in, their intentions clear. The anticipation of their lips meeting was electrifying, the culmination of years of unspoken affection. But just as their lips were about to touch, Florence walked through the door, her voice chiming with excitement as she held up an array of colors for Y/N to consider for her wedding dress.

"Y/N, I've got some options for you to try!" Florence exclaimed, unaware of the charged moment that had just transpired between Y/N and Harry.

Startled, Y/N and Harry quickly pulled away from each other, their faces flushed with a mixture of surprise and anticipation. They exchanged a fleeting glance, their unspoken connection echoing in the silence, before seamlessly transitioning back into their baking roles as if nothing had happened.

"Thanks, Florence! Let's take a look," Y/N responded, her voice masking any hint of what had just occurred. The atmosphere in the bakery shifted back to normalcy, though their hearts still fluttered with the nearness of what could have been.

As Florence continued to talk excitedly about the various dress colors, Y/N and Harry exchanged subtle glances, their shared moment remaining a secret between them. The unspoken understanding and unrequited affection remained intact, locked away beneath the surface

[zarry-fics]

Carente de você - w. Harry Styles

avisos: nenhum

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Eu estava cortando algumas frutas para fazer uma salada, algo que venho sentindo vontade de comer há um bom tempo. Assim que terminei de cortar todas elas, as pus em seus devidos potes e alcancei o leite condensado, despejando uma quantidade generosa em um dos potes, o outro eu guardaria para mais tarde. Foi quando ouvi a porta da frente ser aberta rapidamente, o que me assustou, mas não por muito tempo, pois minutos depois vi Harry, o meu namorado, cruzar a porta de entrada da cozinha, ficando parado no batente, sem necessariamente se aproximar de mim. — Olá, amor! Como vai? Achei que não te veria hoje. — e é verdade. Ele me garantiu que não poderia me ver, pois estava atolado no trabalho, sem ter tempo para nada.

— Não consegui ficar sem você. — respondeu baixo, o encarei por um momento e percebi-o meio cabisbaixo

— Aconteceu algo, H? — indaguei preocupada, decidindo guardar os potes de salada de frutas na geladeira, talvez ele precise de mim agora

— Só estou cansado, amor. — disse com uma careta, eu suspirei e ao organizar tudo, lavei as mãos e me aproximei dele, o tomando em um abraço, selando nossos lábios

— Vou preparar um banho para você, meu bem. Vamos. — o avisei, então segurei a sua mão e o guiei até o meu quarto, Harry suspirou audivelmente e se sentou na cama, rapidamente eu entrei no banheiro e organizei a banheira, a enchendo e jogando alguns sais também. Demorei alguns minutos, mas terminei rápido e voltei ao quarto, Harry já tirou as suas roupas, só restou a sua calça e seus sapatos. Ele está realmente estranho. — Hey. — chamei a sua atenção e ele me olhou — Pode vir. — eu falei mas antes o ajudei a retirar seus sapatos e o resto de suas roupas. Eu já havia tomado um banho, há poucos minutos atrás, mas optei por também me juntar a ele, então me despi também.

Me sentei na banheira primeiro, Harry veio logo depois e então eu o abriguei entre minhas pernas, passando as minhas mãos suavemente por seus ombros. O ouvi suspirar. — Você quer conversar sobre como foi o seu dia hoje, Hazz? — perguntei baixinho, não quero pressioná-lo a me falar nada.

— Foi a mesma coisa de sempre. — disse quase sem me esperar terminar a pergunta — Amor, eu preciso ser sincero contigo.

— O que foi? — já me senti um pouco confusa

— Eu vim aqui porque estava com saudades. Eu só queria passar um tempo com você, até saí mais cedo do trabalho por isso. — foi automático, ao ouví-lo, meu ritmo cardíaco aumentou, então eu sorri silenciosamente. — Não aguento mais te ver somente nos fins de semana, eu quero tanto ter você sempre que eu chegar em casa, babe. Por favor… — ele implorou, mas não entendi muito bem pelo quê ele implora. Enruguei as sobrancelhas, mas para acalmá-lo, eu deixei um beijinho em seu pescoço.

— Querido, eu estou bem aqui. — peguei uma espuma e coloquei um pouco do sabão líquido assim que o alcancei, começando a esfregar as suas costas, delicadamente. — Eu vou cuidar de você por hoje, sim?

— Mas… Você não está entendendo. — Harry tentou se virar para mim, mas como não conseguiu, ficou do jeito que está. — Eu quero você todos os dias, S/N. Eu não aguento mais ficar sozinho. — ele me parece exasperado, o que me deixou nervosa.

— Você não está sozinho. — rebati e me arrependi no segundo seguinte

— O que está querendo insinuar? Que não pretende ter algo mais sério comigo? — seu corpo se tornou tenso

— O quê? Claro que não, amor. Quero ter você pro resto da minha vida. — o que é verdade, só não estou pronta para morar com ele ainda. É uma mudança de rotina drástica, não sei se consigo lidar com isso. Já falamos sobre isso tantas vezes, eu só não quero magoá-lo. E tudo tem haver com insegurança, tenho medo que Harry acabe se enjoando de mim, caso comecemos a morar juntos. Seria uma dor terrível.

— Por favor, eu não aguento mais… — mordi o meu lábio, ligando o pequeno chuveiro para molhar seus cabelos claros e os lavar com o seu shampoo preferido. — Eu quero você.

— Amor, eu-

— Eu sei que está cedo, só namoramos há pouco menos de um ano, mas… Poxa, S/A. Eu sinto que te conheço há anos e anos, eu me sinto tão bem com você, me dói tanto te ver por poucas horas na semana, eu queria você dormindo ao meu lado na cama, todos os dias. Não sabe como eu seria feliz em chegar do trabalho e ver você. — seu desabafo me trouxe a sensação de inúmeras borboletas no estômago, fiquei sem reação.

— Harry, podemos conversar sobre isso depois? Quero te ajudar com seu banho agora. — eu pedi, torcendo para que ele aceite. A verdade é que eu não sei como reagir perante essa situação.

— Tudo bem.

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Harry tem algumas roupas suas em meu armário, então quando vestiu uma boxer, ele se deitou na cama e assim que terminei de me arrumar, fiz o mesmo, mas não antes de desligar as luzes. Apenas a luz da lua que entra pelas persianas ilumina o ambiente, ouvi meu namorado suspirar e ao me deitar ao seu lado, eu beijei a sua bochecha — Me diga porque você não quer morar comigo. — ele sussurrou, parece tão envergonhado.

— Não é isso, bae…

— Então o que é? Você sabe que eu posso lidar com os custos, não é problema pra mim, S/A. — ele parece realmente confuso e tentado a me ouvir

— Eu só… — pensei um pouco, talvez seja melhor expôr o que realmente sinto, talvez ele me entenda — Eu só tenho medo de você se enjoar de mim, babe. Você sabe que se decidirmos morar juntos teríamos uma responsabilidade enorme, você me veria todos os dias, eu simplesmente não quero perder a graça pra você. — fui sincera em cada palavra e meu namorado me olhou surpreso, me puxando para mais perto

— Isso nunca, eu nunca me enjoaria de você, S/N. Eu te amo, você ainda não entendeu? — soou convicto e mais uma vez, meu coração respondeu ao seu comentário.

— Sim, mas-

— Se entendeu, não pense isso nunca mais. Que absurdo, é só por isso que você não quer morar comigo? — eu assenti, mordendo o meu lábio — Eu não acredito que você está pensando nisso, você é adorável. É impossível que perca a graça.

— Harry, para. Você está me deixando com vergonha… — resmunguei sem conseguir olhá-lo nos olhos

— Diz que vai pensar no meu caso e que eu posso ter esperança de que você vai aceitar morar comigo. Diz… — insistiu, selando nossos lábios diversas vezes

— Sim, eu vou pensar sim. — o sorriso que ele esboçou ao ouvir-me foi impagável. Acabei sorrindo junto.

— Agora me abraça. Quero sentir você. — pediu alegremente, nem esperando eu falar qualquer coisa, ele simplesmente me agarrou forte, me puxando para que pudesse ficar colada a ele.

— Amor, você está carente? — questionei mais para fazer graça, a resposta está meio óbvia, na verdade

— Carente de você. — rebateu — Agora me dá um beijo. — o olhei e percebi que já fazia um biquinho lindo para receber o beijo. Revirei os olhos e, ao segurar as laterais do seu rosto, beijei-o apaixonadamente, aproveitando o momento para passar os dedos em seus cabelos molhados — Obrigado por cuidar de mim, eu te amo muito. — sussurrou ao nos separamos por um instante

— Eu também te amo. — respondi o olhando nos olhos

— Quer que eu vá buscar aquela salada de frutas que você estava preparando quando cheguei? — perguntou enquanto acaricia a minha cintura

— Não, quero você aqui. — exclamei o agarrando com mais força, até deixei um beijo em seu pescoço.

— Sim, senhora.

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[little-big-fan]

Imagine com Harry Styles

Love of my Life

Faz tempo que eu não apareço por aqui, hein? Espero que gostem desse imagine bem fofinhooo

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— Você realmente não vem? — O tom chateado do meu namorado soou pelo alto-falante do telefone, fazendo meu coração apertar ainda mais do que já estava. 

— Meu amor, já expliquei… — Harry bufou do outro lado.

— E eu já disse que não ligo! Só queria que você viesse ver meu show. É tão difícil ter algum perto o bastante para que você vá. 

— Eu sei, babe. Mas você sabe que muitas das suas fãs não apoiam o nosso relacionamento. Eu odiaria ser o motivo de algum desconforto.  

— Você sabe que eu não ligo para essas coisas.

— Você liga sim. Você cuida de cada detalhe do show para que seja uma experiência inesquecível para quem vai. Tenta me entender, amor.

— Juro que estou tentando. Mas isso não quer dizer que eu não esteja chateado. — Seu tom de voz era melancólico, me deixando ainda mais culpada. A linha ficou em silêncio por alguns segundos, e eu pude ouvir alguém o chamando baixinho. — Eu preciso ir. Pelo menos te vejo amanhã? 

— Claro que sim. Tenha um bom show. Amo você. 

— Também te amo.

Era sempre assim, toda vez que Harry fazia um show aos redores de LA ele insistia que eu fosse, e eu sempre negava. Mesmo após pouco mais de um ano que nosso relacionamento chegou ao conhecimento do público os fãs de Harry ainda não estavam cem por cento acostumados comigo. Sempre que saía uma foto nossa, ou alguém nos via na rua era uma enxurrada de palavras horríveis que eu acabava lendo pelas redes sociais. Na maior parte do tempo eu deixava pra lá. Sempre soube que isso poderia acontecer, e tê-lo era motivo o suficiente para ignorar cada coisa ruim. Mas eu não me perdoaria se causasse algum alvoroço em um dos seus shows. Os poucos que havia presenciado haviam sido antes de nosso relacionamento vir a público, e mesmo assim assistia de trás do palco. Nunca tendo uma visão plena de como era o meu amor em cima do palco fazendo aquilo que ele nasceu para fazer. 

Ponderei por mais alguns segundos o que devia fazer. Estava morrendo de vontade de ir, esquecer todo aquele medo idiota e ir até a arena para vê-lo.

Olhei para o relógio pendurado na parede, ainda faltava uma hora para o show, o que significava que Harry estaria se preparando.

Reuni toda a coragem em mim e enviei uma mensagem para sua assessoria, perguntando se havia uma forma de eu entrar sem que ele soubesse. Assim que recebi a resposta, decidi que precisava fazer algo para me desculpar com ele. Sabia que Harry sempre ficava chateado por não ir prestigiá-lo. 

Não demorei mais do que dez minutos para escrever as letras na folha de cartolina. Enrolei o pequeno cartaz, troquei de roupas e chamei um carro de aplicativo.

O show já havia começado quando os seguranças me escoltaram para uma área não muito cheia. Tinha a visão plena de Harry no palco. Ele parecia preencher todo o ambiente, sempre sorrindo, dançando e cantando. 

Em um certo momento ele começou a ler alguns cartazes, em sua maioria muito engraçados, arrancando risadas dos fãs.

— Vou pedir que ele olhe pra cá. — Denise, sua assistente avisou, e eu ergui a cartolina para que ficasse na frente do meu rosto. No telão ao meu lado pude ver a câmera focar nas letras que eu havia feito de forma apressada.

— "Você se parece muito com o amor da minha vida" — Ele leu no microfone, e então eu ergui um pouco mais o cartaz, deixando que ele me visse. O sorriso que havia em seu rosto se alastrou ainda mais, e uma gritaria ensurdecedora começou. — Que coincidência, você se parece muito com o amor da minha vida também. — Ele piscou um olho. Levei uma das mãos à boca, enviando um beijo no ar pra ele. Harry, fez um gesto teatral, "pegando" o beijo no ar e depositando nos próprios lábios. 

Se o show estava bom, ele ficou melhor ainda. Harry andava por todo o palco enorme, mas sempre fazia questão de voltar onde eu estava, cantando diversas estrofes olhando no fundo dos meus olhos, enquanto eu gritava junto das outras fãs cada palavra de suas músicas. 

Quando ele se despediu da plateia, Denise e os seguranças me levaram para dentro da estrutura, me fazendo chegar até a porta do camarim.

Dei duas batidinhas, e assim que a porta foi aberta fui puxada por dois braços fortes que me apertaram.

— Não acredito que você veio. — Ele sussurrou, enterrando o rosto em meu pescoço. Não liguei para o fato dele estar suado, devolvi o aperto do abraço e deixei dezenas de beijinhos em seu ombro.

— Decidi que não vou mais ter medo. Eu sabia que os seus seguranças não deixariam que nada me acontecesse e eu não queria perder a oportunidade de te ver no palco mais uma vez. Você foi incrível, perfeito, a coisa mais linda que eu já vi em toda a minha vida. 

— Você não existe. — Ele afastou um pouquinho o rosto para me olhar com as piscinas verdes. — Você não tem noção de como estou feliz. — Harry me ergueu em seus braços, roçando o nariz contra o meu. — Onde está o cartaz? 

— Deixei com a Denise. Por quê? 

— Eu quero guardar, foi o mais lindo que eu já vi. 

— Amor, estava horrível, eu fiz correndo. — Fiz uma careta, porque comparando com os que ele leu antes, todos muito bem decorados, o meu era um pedaço de lixo.

— Não mesmo, é perfeito. Porque foi você quem fez. E eu amei a frase também. — Não consegui deixar de sorrir. Ainda em seus braços, levei uma das mãos em seu rosto, passando a ponta do indicador pelas formas lindas.

— Acho que você não parece o amor da minha vida, afinal. 

— Ah, não? — Ergueu uma das sobrancelhas em divertimento e eu neguei com a cabeça.

— Você definitivamente é o amor da minha vida. 

— Falando essas coisas você vai me matar de amor, sabia? E eu morro feliz. — Joguei a cabeça para trás com a risada que escapou, enquanto ele fazia uma careta linda, projetando um dos lábios para a frente em um bico. — Agora me dê um beijo logo antes que eu morra mesmo. 

Sem esperar um segundo pedido, grudei meus lábios nos dele. Sentindo seu corpo inteiro contra o meu, o calor da adrenalina por recém ter saído do palco e a felicidade que seu corpo inteiro exalava. 

Esse homem é o amor da minha vida, não tem como negar.