#harry styles fluffy blurb

[heartateasee]

“Solace”

stranger!Harry x you

Word Count: 1.6k (a bit of a shorter one)

Warnings: None! This one is just super soft and fluffy ❤️

Plot: You’re a party and you find solace in an empty bedroom so you can cry, however, you’re soon interrupted by a curly headed stranger.

(Big thank you to my bestie, Olive, for helping me think of a title for this one!)

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You sniffled as you sat at the end of the bed in the room you had found sanctuary in. Looking down at your trembling hands, you attempted to squeeze the nerves out of them as you sucked in a deep breath. You let out a frustrated groan, mixed with a slight sob as you realized you weren’t able to calm down.

The party downstairs continued, and you could still hear the bass bumping - vibrating the floor underneath your feet. It caused the door to the room to rattle as well, but you tried your best to ignore all of that.

You weren’t sure why you had let your "friends" talk you into coming to this party. It was your third year of college, and this was probably the fifth party you had ever attended.

Parties weren’t your thing, and what happened just a few minutes ago is exactly why.

You jumped out of your thoughts as you heard the door to the bedroom open, and you looked over your shoulder quickly to see long legs covered by black torn skinny jeans entering the room - a tan colored button up with black flowers and several buttons undone adorning the torso of the human that has just barged in.

Ink was etched all over his skin, and you weren’t sure you had ever seen someone at your age with so many tattoos.

He was still looking over his shoulder once you got to his head, and you could see luscious curls draping down to just barely meet the middle of his neck.

“No, my spare charger is in here. Jus’ give me a minute, and I’ll get it for you,” you heard him say before he closed the door and turned around.

He froze at the sight of you, and you dropped your hands to clutch at the comforter underneath your legs.

“I-I’m sorry,” you stammered, mouth immediately going dry once you realized he was actually perceiving you. “I was just trying to find somewhere to hide away for a moment. I can just-”

“Hey, it’s alright,” it was then you picked up on the dreamy accent the stranger had, and you watched as his eyebrows furrowed with concern. “Are you okay, petal? ‘Y look a little upset.”

You let out a laugh at his words because you knew you looked a mess. Whenever you cried like this, your face would become flushed, and your eyes would get all red. It was probably a startling sight for him to see.

When you went to speak again, you couldn’t find the words, and you swallowed down the whimper that wanted to leave you as your emotions were heightened once again.

“Oh no, ‘m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you even more upset,” you heard the noise of the stranger setting his beer bottle down on the nightstand by the bed before he was circling around in front of you.

You tried to avoid looking at him as he kneeled down so that he could look at your face again, and you turned your head a bit to try and disguise yourself.

“Do you want to talk about what’s going on? Do you need me to go get a friend?”

Sighing, you look up at the ceiling, lifting your still shaking hands to wipe at your cheeks.

“How about this? How about we take some deep breaths together? You’re trembling like a leaf.”

Finally you willed the courage to look at the stranger now that he was so close to you, and you saw nothing but concern, and kindness, swirling behind his jade colored eyes.

“Can ‘y do that for me? Breathe with me?”

Nodding slowly, you watched as the corner of his lips twitched into a grin - causing a deep dimple to dent into his cheek. “Good, okay. Can I hold your hands, petal?”

You nodded again, causing a full fledged smile to take over his mouth as he reached out to take your hands. His practically swallowed yours - long fingers adorned with rings wrapping around to soothe you.

“In for ten, and out for ten, alright?” He lifted his eyebrows as he spoke, and you hummed softly in response. “Here we go - one, two, three…”

Eventually he stopped counting, and you just followed his breathing pattern as you held his eyes. You could feel the weight in your chest dissipating with each set of breaths.

“There we go,” thumbs started to gently massage into your hands as curls bounced with each nod of his head. “Perfect. That was perfect. Feeling a bit better?”

You nodded, and he pushed himself off the ground - gently letting your hands go so they plopped back into your lap. “Can I sit down next to you?”

“Sure,” you cleared your throat as you shifted over a bit since you were sitting directly in the middle of the foot of the bed.

The stranger sat down next to you, and you weren’t sure if his eyes had even left you this entire time. “Now, are you able to tell me about what happened?”

“I just don’t usually do these things - parties, I mean,” you started after a moment, looking down at your hands as you picked at your nails. “And this girl here who doesn’t like me, and I don’t even know why she doesn’t like me, but she doesn’t…”

You trailed off for a moment before speaking again. “Anyway, this girl that doesn’t like me is here, and I know she purposefully ran into me so that she could spill her drink all over my shirt. I came with a few friends, and all they did was laugh.”

The stranger’s eyes moved to look at your torso, and you saw them slightly widen when he realized the large red stain on your lavender colored top. “Shit, ‘m sorry, I didn’t even realize your shirt. I was just so focused on calming you down. Hold on a second.”

He pushed himself off the bed so he could walk over to a dresser in the corner of the room. "And also, those don't really sound like friends, if 'm going to to be honest."

You knew that he was right. They really weren't your friends, and you wondered why they even asked you to come along.

You watched as he shifted clothes around in one of the drawers before he was walking back over to you - a t-shirt resting in his extended hand.

“Oh, no that’s okay,” you shook your head. “I couldn’t take your clothes. You…we don't even know each other's names."

You watched the grin from before making its way back onto his face before he spoke. “Well, ‘m Harry.”

“Y/N,” you responded almost instantly, and Harry tilted his head to the side. "I'm Y/N."

“See, now we know each other. So here’s a shirt for you to borrow.”

For the first time since you entered his room, you felt yourself crack a smile, and you heard Harry gasp.

“Look at that,” he joked softly, which caused you to smile wider. You grabbed the shirt from him, and you used it to slightly cover your face to hide the reaction his words gave you.

Harry clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth, hands gently wrapping around your wrists. “Now, now, petal, let’s not hide that sweet smile, yeah?”

He pulled your hands down, and you could feel the blush burning up your neck and onto your cheeks.

“There,” he nodded. “Pretty."

There was a pause for a moment before he continued to speak. "Now ‘m gonna turn around and face the wall so that you can change, and once that’s done, you and I are going to go back downstairs. I promise ‘m not gonna let anyone mess with you, okay?”

“Okay,” you pursed your lips to the side, but your smile was still shining through as his compliment of you being pretty rang in your ears.

“Okay.”

Harry turned to face the wall just like he had said, and you quickly stood from the bed to pull your ruined top over your head. You tugged Harry’s shirt down over your body, and you turned to face the full length mirror that was along the other wall to look at yourself.

It was a white shirt with drawings of an outline of a woman’s hand all over it - some of them being empty, and some of them being drawn with a cigarette between the fingers.

“I’m finished,” you told him as you turned around to face his back, and once he turned as well, he smiled even bigger than before.

“Looks perfect on you, petal. I’ll put your shirt into the wash on our way downstairs, alright?”

“You don’t have to-”

“I want to, Y/N. It’s no trouble at all, I promise,” Harry assured you as he grabbed your old shirt off the bed. “Now, let me just grab this charger, and we can head back down.”

Your eyes followed Harry as he walked back over to his nightstand, picking up his beer bottle and tucking it into the crease of his arm as he fished the charger from the drawer. He opened the door to his room once again, and he looked over his shoulder at you.

“Well, are you coming, petal?”

Nodding, you walked up beside him. Once his hand was free after tossing your shirt in the washer, you felt him place it along your lower back as you made your way back downstairs, and into the mass of people.

But unlike when you first arrived, you now felt comfortable, and protected.

[hslab]

sick baby

A/N: so hello! i know it’s been a long time since i’ve last written something but i’d really like to write more so here’s a little blurb about harry when you’re sick! :( please feel free to send requests & enjoy!

warnings: fluff & sickness

It weird for him. Harry had been so excited to come home to his girl, most likely come home to you cooking a favorite of his or listening to some old 80’s record in the living room, but he didn’t find any of that.

Usually, he’d walk though the door to find his lover with dinner set baking some cookies, or sprawled out on the couch whilst some cheesy romcom was playing. So, it was definitely a bit odd for him when he walked in and there was no trace of his Y/N. He slipped off his shoes and dropped his keys on the kitchen counter before checking to see if you were possibly napping on the couch. Nope. 

After looking, he went upstairs to your shared bedroom to find you asleep on the bed, he sat down and placed a hand on your shoulder, waiting for you to wake up.

“H?” she squeaked out. “Well hello, sleepy” he chuckled. “Everything alright, baby?”

She shook her head no softly. “No, i’ve been feeling real sick today, H. Threw up once already” she said, hoping not to startle him. “My poor girl, are you feeling well enough to eat? i could run you a bath and order some takeout.” He said softly, rubbing her shoulder. “That would be amazing, H”.

He carried her to their master bathroom, lighting a candle or two, and promising her that he was gonna be right back. He went to go make a call so that their takeout would be there shortly after she got out, and he went to pick out a cozy, baby pink, pajama set for her.

Once he got her out of the bath and dressed up, he carried her downstairs and set up their food as held her and made sure she was eating right he’d whisper sweet words to her about how he loved her and she was the prettiest girl he knew, even when she was sick.

so here she isss! :D i’m really sorry if this is bad, i’m working on making the things i write longer so hopefully this is ok for now! i love you all and i hope you enjoyed <3

[sushirrrry]

would love to see a blurb about best friend harry thinking yn’s boyfriend doesn’t deserve her and accidentally confesses his feelings for her

bound a harry styles one-shot blurb; 7.2k words cw: fluff fluff and more fluff

When Harry had booked this trip, there were three things that he was looking forward to.

One of them was the open bar that their friends—the new Mr. and Mrs. Moxley—would be providing to them, which would include a couple gin and tonics too many.

The second was the beachfront room that he had scored from the credit card points he had expertly racked up the past few months, especially for this trip to Barcelona for his friend’s wedding. He thought he had scored a pretty good deal.

The third was seeing Cassidy for a weekend straight.

While the two of them lived in the same city, they were walking different paths at the moment, which had never been them. There were nights that they met for dinner, almost like nothing had changed. But Harry lived in South London; he had been working long nights in the museum, Cassidy was on the opposite side of the city working at her accounting position she had taken recently.

Both hadn’t had each other’s undivided attention in quite some time, and Harry was looking forward to the possibility of having that again. The kind of attention, the kind of laughs and indescribable joy that they had both needed—he was sure of it.

If there was one thing that he knew about Cass, it was that she was sprinting on the plane to get the vacation she had been looking forward to.

Plus, neither of them had a plus-one this time around.

That meant that it was just the two of them, and Harry couldn’t help but smirk every time he thought of it. Undivided attention.

Harry had thrown on a linen suit for the welcome party; the night before the wedding. He had started to unpack his room, trying to pass the time before he knew that Cass would arrive. Once he heard a buzzing on his phone, his head lifted from looking down into his suitcase and towards the device on the duvet.

If there was one thing Harry was going to do on his vacation, it was unpack the entirety of his suitcase before doing anything else.

iddy: smyf

The small acronym ‘show me your fit’ made him smile before he noticed a few more texts rolling in, the dots precursing them on the phone.

iddy: for tonight, not right now. I should have clarified. Please don’t send a pic of your penis

iddy: someone has to make sure I’m not overdressed. How do you dress for a pre-wedding dinner

The panic over the texts was exactly how Harry knew Cassidy; she worried over small things but overlooked the bigger picture. It was a small, miniscule flaw, really.

But before he’s able to even move towards the large mirror in his bathroom, his phone vibrates again. His attention is grabbed by the way that his eyes move over the image that comes in, rather than the words he had been reading from her.

And something about it made him stop in his tracks on his own way to show her what he had looked like.

Something about the way that she held the phone up to the mirror, giving a small pout—a playful one, as if unsure of herself. The way that the wisps of her hair were around her face, but the rest was pulled back by a clip—he was certain of it. She didn’t like having her hair down if she could help it.

Harry swallowed in the comfort of the room, almost like he was trying to keep himself from getting caught in the moment, even when no one was around. His eyes flew over the soft baby blue of the dress, the way that it dipped down, just a bit.

The way that the color danced over her tanned skin; maybe even a bit red from the sun he was certain that she had taken apart in as soon as they hopped off the plane. Harry knew that she bathed in the sun whenever it came out in London; she wouldn’t have gotten burned there, though.

There were dainty cream flower details—maybe stitching, even—on the dress as he zoomed in to get a better look at it.

His thumb cruised over the message, writing out a message before he pressed send.

Harry: good thing you told me not to send you a pic of my penis! Was about to!

Harry: also, you look beautiful, c

He frowned when she sent another message.

iddy: ok but am I overdressed

Harry: no, see

Harry held his phone up to the mirror as she had done to him—as they had done for one another many times before. But something about the way he looked in it bothered him for a moment. He fixed his hair, running his hand through it, almost to make sure that it looked much better than usual. He adjusted the cuffs of his suit before he sent the picture through to her.

The cream suit was opened, a white shirt settled underneath it. He wore a pair of his favorite white sneakers that fit like a glove, even a bit scuffed—but he felt that that balanced the outfit.

When he sent the photo, he waited a moment for Cass to send something back. But it felt like the longer he stared, the more pressure he felt to not see the grey dots coming back on the screen.

He bit the inside of his lip, waiting patiently before he locked the phone and slid it down into his pocket.

Instead of worrying about that, Harry checked his watch to see that it was closing in on six-thirty– which meant that he was fashionably late to the six o’clock time for the dinner.

He spritzed a bit more cologne, checked his teeth in the mirror, and pushed the bunches of curls off of his forehead that he meant to get cleaned up before coming on this trip but simply losing track of time.

He grabbed his wallet– hoping to not lose it or need it– and walked out of the hotel room door, down towards the lobby where he figured everyone would be gathering. He figured he'd take the long way, walking through some groups of people until he saw a grand staircase to lead down into the lobby area.

Harry figured that he would walk that way, down towards the main area where some familiar faces had collected for cocktail hour and drinks. His eyes maneuvered around, trying to see if he could catch a glimpse of Cass in any capacity.

Walking down the stairs, he saw Mari and Logan– the bride and groom– and greeted both of them accordingly. Mari and Harry had worked together back at uni, so they had become close friends. There may have been a night or two when Harry and Mari actually went home together, but they chalked that up to some consensual stress release.

When she started dating Logan, they started to hang around everyone more– which then included Cassidy. They would all go out together to the pubs after classes and had become really great friends since then. It was no surprise that this kind of event would bring them all together again.

“Have you guys seen Cass yet?” Harry asked, looking around. “I haven't seen here since she got here. She texted me but didn't get a response.”

Mari looked at him a bit suspiciously before turning to Logan for a moment. “Didn't you guys RSVP together?”

Harry looked up at her for a moment, shaking his head.

“No– I mean, no, I didn't respond with her name or anything. Did she do that for me?” He had thought that he marked one salmon meal and that was it.

Mari bit her lip as she blinked at him a few times. “No, but she RSPV’d a plus one, I think. Or she said something a few months ago– it's a bit fuzzy, but she told me she was coming with someone else. I– I mean, I was certain it would be you.”

Harry’s smile faltered just a bit before he shook his head, the hands in his pockets had turned to fists as he turned to look around him. Wondering if he'd lay eyes on her or watch her holding hands with another guy.

It wasn't like he hadn't seen that before, but the excitement of seeing her for the first time in a while was slowly dwindling before he turned his head for what felt like the millionth time looking for her.

But this time, his vision landed on her. The rosy colored glasses that he saw her threw was starting to dim as the picture got a bit blurry.

The baby blue dress that fell just below her knees, the dip in the front. The silky material hung on her body, but his eyes stood on the hand that hand firmly on her waist as if to keep her tucked into him.

His greatest fears becoming reality as he looked up the girl giggling at a probable reasonable remark.

Cassidy took a break from her schoolgirl giggling to see Mari and Logan standing there, looking at her and the person practically wrapped around her. But when looked up to see that Harry had also been standing right there, a sudden course of fear trembled through her.

Fear was a strong word; worry was more like it.

She had known how Harry was, which is why she kept this a secret from him. Now, he was forced to get to know her boyfriend of three months because they were here on their own accord for a weekend. They would spend it together, having each other in their lives for a weekend. That's what he had requested, and what she could agree to.

He had promised her that– even if he hadn't realized that had included this moment right here, yet.

“Hi, guys!” Cass put on her smile, a gorgeous one that pushed the dimples on her chin forward. “Mari, you look so beautiful!”

The girls wove into a hug, Harry standing and staring at the man who had let Cassidy go– looking a bit as if he was uncomfortable at letting someone else touch her. His eyes stayed on them as Cassidy pulled back and moved onto Logan, congratulating them on the whole marriage thing.

It was like she was taking a moment before she would get to him. She looked at Mari’s ring, gushing about how beautiful it was and she beautiful she looked.

Her eyes reached Harry’s then, a sheepish smile on her face before she pushed her arms out to wrap her arms around him, one over his shoulder and the other around his ribs.

“It's so good to see you.” She commented; he wanted to say something back but the comfort of her made his face retreat into the slot of her shoulder and neck.

When they pulled away, he got a real look at her and gave her the smile she had been waiting to see.

“So glad you're here.” He told her before feeling like a blush had intermittently taken its place in his cheeks.

Their connection had faded a moment before she paused; she took a breath and stepped back before remembering the man who stood behind them.

“Guys, this is–“ She looked up at him, “This is Dalton. We've been seeing each other for a few months, and just thought it would be so good to introduce him here since we're all here.”

Harry had to try to remember to release the fists in his pocket before he would go to shake his hand.

“Dalton, this is Mari and Logan– the bride and groom,” She introduced, letting him shake their hands and give their respective hello’s, followed by congratulations and thanks. But then she turned to Harry, Dalton’s composure changing a moment before he watched Harry’s change too.

Cassidy felt small between them as she stares at the way they faced one another.

“Uh, Dalton, this is my friend, Harry. Harry, this is Dalton.”

Harry lets one of the sides of his face turn up in a smile before he reaches out to be the better person. “Best friend, actually. Nice to meet you.”

Cassidy looks at Harry, almost giving him a really?

The grip of the man’s hands together feels tense as Dalton gives him a courtesy, “Nice to meet you, too.”

As Cassidy watches the interaction, she notices that the way that Harry stands is taller and fuller—like he’s trying to prove to Dalton that he’s bigger, he’s better—that he could end him in a moment’s notice, if need be. She holds onto Dalton’s arm, practically pulling the man from his trance with trying to overthrow Harry’s dominance.

“Let’s get a drink, shall we?” She offers, giving Harry another grin before Cassidy and Dalton makes their way over to the bar area.

Harry watches tentatively before he notices that Logan and Mari are also a bit in shock by the interaction and the couth that Cassidy had to bring someone into this sacred space, once again. Harry knew how Cassidy felt most days about herself—she looked for the satisfaction of a partner, the confidence boost that having someone on her arm could bring her.

It was reassuring to Harry to think that she could go into a room by herself; owning the space and knowing who she was. That was what he was hoping for in this interaction, but instead, she had to enter with someone else.

And with that, came the idea that the men that Cassidy picked always had a knack for making her the jealous type. Harry could always tell that her reactions became much more aggressive, her body language becoming possessive.

Cassidy wanted to feel like she was the most special girl in the world, and somehow, Harry was always left picking up the pieces of her tortured, stomped on heart after the last guy had decided that she wasn’t good enough. What the men in Cass’ life failed to see, was that her heart was always borrowed, on loan. It was never theirs to keep, because they never nurtured it or regarded it in any sense.

Her kindness had been taken from granted, her will to give was always overused and spent.

Harry knew that his love for Cassidy ran deeper than the deepest oceans, and wider than the largest forests, but something inside of him knew that they were better off as friends. Maybe it was because she was smart, and he figured she would have figured it out by now; the way he looked at her overruled the way he would ogle art painted on canvas, or sculptures tall and mighty.

He was always there with a rose and a smile, standing outside her door after the last guy packed his belongings and left for good.

It was why watching her happy, standing by the bar without a care in the world broke his heart into a million pieces. He knew that he was always there to rescue her, and he could see by the way that the guy stood away from her—maybe even trying to get a glimpse of the other women around him. But Cassidy’s naivety kept her eyes locked on the man instead, her irises shaped like hearts.

Mari and Logan had started a new conversation with another few people, Harry stood with his hands in his pockets as he tried to figure out a course of action. He had figured that the night would be wasted away—quite literally and figuratively—with Cassidy by his side, but now he felt more alone than he had before.

A man with champagne on a tray walked by, and Harry grabbed two flutes. One for each hand. He downed one quickly before he made his way back to the bar where the two of them had been standing before setting one of the glasses down and keeping the other before he noticed that Cassidy had grabbed a glass of red wine—Cab Sav, most likely.

The man—Dalton—held a short, rocks-glass that just had something clear in it, possibly straight vodka, if he was brave.

“So, you really didn’t bring anyone? Haven’t met anyone yet? You’ve usually grabbed a few asses by now,” Cassidy spoke out, moving around Dalton to get closer to Harry. He turned his attention back to her, shaking his head a few times.

“No—I mean, I thought we were just going to hang out. I didn’t know you were bringing someone.” Harry’s eyes flicked up towards Dalton’s before he watched Cassidy bite her lip. The red on her lips had either been from the stain of the wine or the way she bit on her lip; either way, Harry found it to be enticing enough to stare for a beat too long.

“I—I don’t know, I just assumed you would have brought someone with you. Weren’t you seeing someone?”

Harry took a sip from the flute, shrugging casually, “Yeah. But not like, exclusively.”

Cassidy nodded a few times, raising her brows, “Is it ever exclusive with you?”

There was a teasing tone in her voice, but the way that her eyes lifted to investigate his own only made his stomach drop at the intention. Harry felt an incredible sting through his chest as he cleared his throat, almost to wash away the sensitivity that he felt around his heart.

He went to speak, but his lips didn’t seem to let any words leave. Instead, the bartender interrupted as Harry realized that there may have been a small line forming behind them.

Harry, Cassidy, and Dalton moved to the side a bit—all three having their drinks in their hands before they found themselves in a circle of silence. Each taking sips of their drinks before Dalton seemed to make a move of conversation towards Harry, nodding at him.

“So, what do you do for a living, Harry?” He licked over his lips, a tight smile painted on his face before Harry could respond.

“I’m—uh, I’m an art curator. At a small art gallery in London.”

Cassidy chimed in, “Harry has great taste, actually. He’s put together some really great art expos and exhibits.”

“Hm,” Dalton hummed, “Where is the gallery? My parents host charity galas, and we are on the board at the National Gallery and the Portrait Gallery.” He chuckles a bit, “I assume you’re not curating there.”

Harry feels the way that his jaw tightens, almost an innate reaction to the way that the man puts him down. Harry pushes his shoulders back before lifting his head. Cassidy looks to Dalton, speaking on Harry’s behalf.

“N-No, it’s—” But she’s interrupted when Harry speaks, then.

“It’s neither of those, no. It’s a bit more modern, helping to lift unknown artists who are looking to make their way into the conversation, which I think it’s very important. Especially now, our worldview is so mirrored by adding such high value to art that never needed it to begin with—art shouldn’t have value like that, in my opinion.” He felt that his tongue had a bit of venom on it when he took a larger sip of the champagne, practically downing that one, as well.

Dalton nodded. “I see. Well, I assume that amateur art wouldn’t have a value like Michelangelo or Vermeer, would they? But I think it’s presumptuous to say that art doesn’t have value. Everything has a price.”

Cassidy took in a breath before she took a large sip of wine; her eyes went to Harry who almost seemed like he would explode at any moment.

“Most things don’t have a price. Nothing has a price, it’s all relative. We, as a society, added price so people of higher status could act like they were better than other people, when it was all a façade to just make them look a bit fancier with their pretty goldleaf vases and Vermeer’s. A Vermeer painting doesn’t hold value to me, anyways.”

Dalton nodded a few times, giving a mock toast to the man in front of him, before he looked down at Cassidy.

“Yeah, that’s quite obvious. Class isn’t a given, it’s inherited. You should see the types of people that try to get their hands on these gala tickets, as if it’s some sort of carnival they can just attend. Half of them don’t have two quid to rub together, and it’s just embarrassing at that point.”

Harry took a step forward before Cassidy realized that his expression meant one of anger. Her arm pushed him back a bit before Dalton recognized the move and his eyes held a gentle smirk of cockiness.

It sat in Cassidy’s throat as she felt the deflation of her confidence. The weekend she had been looking forward to being was diminished quick before her eyes, and all she could do was count on the glass of wine that hadn’t even really been filled halfway.

“What he means is, being exclusive is an honor, and you of all people should know that, I’m sure.” Her eyes drive up to him, and Harry looks at her with that same feeling of hurt that he had felt moments ago by the bar. Harry’s lips parted as he looked at her and felt the subtle sting of her accusation.

Whether or not she meant it as a jab, he wasn’t quite sure, but that didn’t make it hurt less.

“Excuse me, Cassidy,” Dalton chuckles with a hint of a mocking tone, “I can speak for myself, darling. No need to interrupt.”

In just that moment, Harry felt himself push against Cassidy’s arm that had been subtly holding him back with no force other than the small barrier of her shoulder. The small push sent Cassidy off balance, which in turn allowed the slosh of wine to knock around her glass.

“And who are you to talk to her like that?” Harry questioned; his eyes now centered on Dalton as his brow knit together. “Fuck off with that, will you?”

“Bloody hell,” Cassidy gasped out, her eyes dropping to the small amount of wine that covered the hardwood floor underneath them—small droplets of the red wine were coating the bottom of her dress; only enough for her to notice, really, but her eyes narrowed at the floor.

Harry and Dalton both turned to her then, Harry’s eyes dropping to the way that she held her dress up to get a bit of a better glimpse of the stain.

“Oh, fuck, Cass. I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to do that. Hey, I’ll clean it up—” Harry moves towards her, his hand holding at her bicep to help keep her balance.

“Good work, mate.” Dalton eyed Harry, who felt the need to clench his fists again. He did so rather quickly, trying to get the feeling of anger to subside for the moment so that he could focus on Cassidy in the moment.

“It’s fine—really, I just want to make sure it doesn’t stain. I—let me go back to my room, I think I have a stain stick.” She lifts her head to look at before she starts to move out of the small space.

“Let me help,” Harry offers, starting to follow behind her. It feels like an opportunity to take—the two of them alone for just a moment so that he can gauge how she’s really feeling about Dalton and this whole situation. The first few minutes of him have Harry already written off, and he knows the type of person she needs to be with should never be one to talk over her.

“No—Harry, it’s okay, I’ve got it.” She says quickly before she feels Dalton’s hand on her, as if to help guide her.

“I can help, darling.” He tells her, “Don’t worry about it. We can buy you a new one, if it’s too bad.”

Harry rolls his eyes and practically gags at the way he speaks to her. As if Cassidy couldn’t buy her own, for herself. He watches as he feels that Cassidy may be a bit overwhelmed by the two of them staring at her, knowing that they’re both fighting for her attention and affection.

The look on her face suggests as such before she look at Harry and blinks a few times, noticing that he had started to back off a bit. Not that he really wanted to, but knowing her, she didn’t want all the attention on her at once.

Harry downed the rest of the champagne, leaving the flute on a small table before Cassidy knit her brows and shook her head. “Actually, Harry— can you help? Your mum’s stain trick always seems to work. I can’t remember, though.”

His eyes float to Dalton who seems a bit taken aback by her push to have Harry go up to her room with her instead.

Harry nods a few times, watching as Dalton goes to speak, but Cassidy reassures him. “I’ll be right back, okay? We won’t be long.” She hands the man her wine glass, only a quarter full now, as most of it had landed on the sandy wood floors.

It’s then that the two of them take off towards the elevator. Cassidy has a bit of a stomp in her step, almost like she’s making sure that her and Harry aren’t in direct line so he can’t speak to her. The fits of anger that bubble in her chest is unexplained as she goes to press the elevator button to go upwards. Her arms crossed over her chest as she stares at the way that the light changes to go upwards.

“I can’t believe you’d do this to me.” Cassidy speaks out, a bit quietly as if to just think her thoughts—not say them outwardly.

“C’mon, Cass, he's got the ego of a narcissist and the smile of a Kennedy, you really think a guy like this could be the love of your life? Honestly.” Harry hounded her as they entered the elevator. He reached for the button, but Cassidy was already there, pressing three.

“That's not fair, Harry, you don't know him.” She settled against the wall as she stared at the ceiling, feeling the movement before she held onto the railing behind her. “He’s extremely smart, he’s confident—he knows what he wants. Which I think you and him may not agree on.”

Harry stayed quiet for a moment before he looked back at her, knowing she wouldn’t look at him—but knowing that he had to say the words to her.

“But I know you.”

Cassidy shakes her head as if she’d heard that from him before. Something about the mixture of the two men felt familiar with many of the guys she had brought home, or brought to meet Harry, really. She couldn’t figure out if he just couldn’t understand that she was dating this guy—not just sleeping with him. They were forming a connection, but maybe Harry didn’t understand that.

Harry didn’t understand the concept of falling in love was possible, probably because she had never seen that happening. She had never seen Harry madly in love with someone; never seen his heart broken before. She didn’t know if that was a red flag or if that was a person choice that he didn’t allow for himself.

Either way, she wasn’t going to let him ruin her chances at finding it—no matter what his personal opinions were.

“So, why are you putting me through this? C’mon, no one is ever good enough for you. I never said I was going to marry the guy!”

The shuffle of them towards the door to the hotel room increases as Cassidy throws the key against the electronic pad to open the door. Harry follows in quickly behind as she throws her shoes off. Harry makes sure to avoid tripping and falling over them but knows diligently that she takes her shoes off every time she walks through her door—without fail.

He knew that.

“But why waste your time if you won't spend your life with him?” Harry questions, turning on the light in the foyer of the small room that Cassidy and Dalton were sharing. Harry’s eyes tried not to wander as he saw the unfamiliarity of the dark navy suitcase on the floor next to the TV.

“I didn’t say that I wouldn’t,” Cass answers a bit with a huff as she rustles through her own suitcase to try to find the detergent stick, she had forgotten to throw in her bag, “All I said was I wasn't sure if I would, maybe I will! Also, I can throw that question right back at you, Mr. One-and-Done.”

Harry stands with his hands in his pockets as he knits his brows together at her answer.

“I just don’t think he’s the one, Cass. That’s all I said. You don’t have to insult me, too.”

“No, Harry, that’s not all you said,” She retorts, “You rolled your eyes, you were a bit disrespectful, you—you started like,” She scrunches her nose when she comes back with the detergent stick in his hand as she sits on the edge of the bed. “You were like puffing your chest at him or something—like you were trying to prove a point. Just because he doesn’t share the same opinion as you, doesn’t mean he’s wrong, you know?”

Harry pursed his lips as she had walked by him, feeling that her entrance into the room gave him permission to follow. He didn’t want to pry into her life if he wasn’t invited to.

“I was not puffing my chest at him, that’s ridiculous.”

He took a seat next to her on the bed as she pulled the long dress up just to her knee to try and rub the stain stick over the red wine stain before she dropped the fabric in her lap.

“Yes, you were,” She tells him, “You do that whenever a guy gets too close, like you’re trying to scare them off or something, and it’s bullshit because you don’t even give them a chance.”

“Why would I give them a chance when I can obviously tell that they’re not good for you?”

Cassidy dropped the dress fabric in her lap as she sighed a bit louder, very obviously done with the back and forth where no one would win. Her head turned towards Harry, sitting next to her now. The way that her throat tightened when their eyes met almost immediately threatened her composure.

“You never give them a chance, Harry,” She tells him with honesty in her tone; wanting him to listen to her like he had never listened before. She knew that he was hard-headed, stubborn to say the least. But she knew that when he really knew she was serious, he would back down. “I just want to make this work, okay? He’s a good guy—I promise, he is. And he would make my life comfortable. He’s looking for a wife, a family. He’s looking to settle down. We’re thirty, Harry—I want to have these commitments, even if you don’t.”

“I don’t doubt he’s a good guy, Cass—really, I—” He stops himself as he thinks of all the people he’s made promise’s too over the years, over various occasions, and conversations that he would think back to whenever he caught a glimpse of the green eyes that laid on his now.

Her mum, Barbara. Her younger brother, Antonio. Her best girlfriend from uni, Annabelle.

But her dad, Tony, was the most important for him to honor—considering he knew that he left the planet wanting Cassidy to be in the best hands; he had gotten confirmation from Harry in their last conversation that he would never let someone hurt her. And was loved, there was a guarantee that she would be loved and cherished until the end of time.

There were people in her life that had always looked at Harry as a guide, whether they meant anything by it, but they knew that Harry knew Cassidy better than anyone in the entire world. He had known every detail of her life for the twenty-some years that they had been the best of friends.

But it had always just been there– the best of friends. Saying anything different could change the whole dynamic of what that was.

“What is it? Why do you always do this to me?”

“Why do I always do this to you?” Harry questioned, setting Cassidy back a bit. She stared at him before she felt the way that their connection seemed to have a sense of distance between them. “Cassy, I thought we were going to have a weekend just the two of us. Just like we had been talking about—you know? We haven’t seen each other in so long, we haven’t spent any time together recently. You’re right—we’re thirty now. Life is going to change, but I wanted to have at least one more time where it would just be the two of us to spend laughing and making fun of people like Walton.”

Cassidy fought so hard to not smile at the name Harry gave her date, “Fuck off, you know it’s Dalton.”

“Cass, it doesn’t matter what his name is.” Harry grumbled, rolling his eyes, “What matters is that you always do this to me. You always insert this jackass as if to push him in my face and practically tease me with it. And what’s with all the jokes about me being exclusive?”

Cassidy feels her shoulders deflate, her eyes batting a few times before she shakes her head. “I just want you to find the right person, too, and maybe that would make you back from me and my choices just a bit. You think that I would treat a girl you dated like that? You think I would sit there and puff out my chest and try to make my boobs look bigger to make you look at me instead of her?”

Harry shrugs. “If you were jealous enough, I’d hope you would.” He goes to say something else but quickly shakes his head as if to not speak too much.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Cassidy tells him, her eyes giving a small up and down motion as she realizes how much space was between them now.

Harry stands up, his hands moving through his hair in a frustrated motion before he goes to stand in front of her at the end of the bed. “Don’t you get it? Don’t you see it? Just because I’m the one with the artistic eye doesn’t mean that I’m the only one who can see art, Cass. You know when we go to the galleries in new cities we travel to, and I really make you look at them? You glance at them and are like, ‘that’s a nice one’ or ‘that’s pretty’. No, I really want you to look at it—and then sometimes it makes you emotional because you can really see the way that the artist has manipulated his wrists to make the kinds of strokes that the brushwork is, or the way that the divot in the sculpture is supposed to look like it’s a flaw, but it’s intentional? And that what you didn’t see before, because you were just glancing, is really there all the time?”

Cassidy looked at Harry who was standing in front of her, his eyebrows knit and his face practically begging for her to see him. He’s begging her to recognize this game that he had been playing wasn’t a game at all, it was just a matter of time. It was a matter of wanting her to see what they could be so that he didn’t have to spell it out.

He didn’t want to push her, but he wanted her to see it for herself. First and foremost, he wanted her to want it as much as he had.

“All I’m seeing is that you’re painting me out to be the bad guy here. All you do cycle through girls like a manic—you’re sleeping with one, you’re stringing one along. You think that’s supposed to entice me?” She asks quaintly, a bit quietly as she shakes her head, looking at Harry who seems to be on the verge of a mental breakdown.

He shuts his eyes, shaking his head as he takes in a deep breath to try and get to a level of calmness that fits his demeaner.  

“No, Cass! I just wanted you to see how in love with you I am!” The words that leave his mouth are practically begging, but they leave a sour silence in the room as Cassidy is taken by the tone Harry’s voice; his hands resting on his hips as he finishes the pacing he had been doing.

“Cassidy,” Harry swallowed down the lump that had been sitting in his throat, his voice practically faltering as he shook his head, trying so badly to get through to the words he had been looking for. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life. They were never there to stay, okay? That’s why I didn’t look for exclusivity— it was never theirs. I was saving every ounce of my love and my time and my affection for you, and you never reached out to take any of it.”

Her silence hits her for a moment as she sits with her wine-stained dress in her lap on the white, linen sheets before she watches the man in front of her professing all the love and needs to her. She doesn’t feel like she can speak, but her eyes drift down to her lap as she feels all the sudden unable to find the words at all.

“Look—I’m sorry, I—I just can’t see you being with someone like this. And it physically hurts me to see you heartbroken when I know,” Harry pulls his lips into his mouth as he puts his hands on his hips, “I know that guy is going to fucking annihilate you. You’re going to fall in love with him, and he’s going to take it all and run with it. And there I’ll be, standing there, waiting for you to realize what’s been waiting for you this entire time. It’s just bound to happen.”

Cassidy sits with her hands in her lap, chewing on her lip as she feels the threatening of tears to spill from her eyes. She doesn’t understand the overwhelming feeling of the man’s words as she shakes her head, a sad chuckle leaving her throat as she looks up at him.

“He ordered me a pinot noir tonight,” She nods, “Told me that it was the best wine he’d ever had before.”

“Yeah, ‘cause he doesn’t know that you exclusively drink Cab Sav from a box, no matter what, unless you’re celebrating something big, then it’s a discounted bottle of Dom Perignon from that Lombardi’s store down from your flat,” Harry tells her with a scoff, almost like it had been a test to prove that he knew her better than anyone in the world did.

And Cassidy knew that he did, but the validation that he showed only made her tear fall with the knowledge that he didn’t just listen—he remembered, he supplied this vision of her and this want for her that didn’t come with rules or expectations.

Harry just saw her.

And in a world where you want to be seen, Cassidy just fought to be glanced at. She fought for the spot in someone’s eye, but when she thought that Harry only had eyes for art, she couldn’t have imagined what he had seen in her this entire time.

“Yeah,” Cass nodded, “That’s what I thought you’d say.”

Harry shook his head, looking at the ground as he started to feeling heaps of embarrassment but knowing that the awkward silence in the room was there to stay for a few more minutes at least. “I’d never order you a fucking pinot noir.”

Cassidy nods a few more times before she looks at the stains on the dress, knowing that it’s stained for good. That the stain stick won’t work anymore but knowing that it’s sometimes okay to have something marked, in the case that you wanted it to stick around forever.

Her heart felt like it had been borrowed and bruised but watching as Harry stared down at her only made it flutter as if trying to come back from the dead.

There were three things that Cassidy had been looking forward to this week—when she had originally booked the trip, that is.

One of them was to have a large glass of Cab Sav and sit on the balcony with Harry and laugh at the way that the people were pummeled by the waves; they always got too brave and then would be smashed down by the force of the water.

The second was to be able to dance. The dancing at the weddings always made her feel like she had been letting go of every ounce of worry and detrimental work email that she had received since the last time she was dancing at a wedding. It usually felt like a cleanse.

The third was to watch people fall in love. To watch people and see that their forever was right in front of their eyes and to confirm every moment of it with vows and unspeakable glances that felt like a bound contractual agreement.

As Cassidy stood in front of Harry now, her dress a mess of stain and wet, detergent marks, her eyes searched his for a moment before she looked up at him, with a different set of eyes, this time.

They were colored in a way that felt extraordinarily bright, like she had woken up from the darkest slumber. The mask of uncertainty was laying on the floor as she felt his hands lift her jaw to look at him, his feet taking a step forward.

“I think they say this at weddings,” He squinted at her, the line of a smirk coating his face as he kept his words quiet. Her hand moved up to hold his wrist as she bit on her lip softly, feeling the way that their lips tried to find one another—slow, encapsulated by an intense amount of tension, “’Speak now, or forever hold your peace’?”

The silence between them spoke for itself.

Harry pulled her forward, not rushed, but certainly not waiting a second longer. His lips attached to hers in a way that felt every single day of the last twenty years; the kiss that could have lasted the rest of his life without a doubt in his mind.

It was what was bound to happen all along; there just had to be a few frogs before the real prince revealed himself.

Well, that’s what Harry told himself, anyways. Cassidy would just roll her eyes, but knew that at the end of the day, it had always been him.

Exclusively him.

[darlingdesire]

SMELLS LIKE YOU

Plotless, tooth-achingly sweet cuddling fluff.

You really loved Harry.

"Your hair is so soft" Harry murmured quietly into your locks, kissing wherever his lips could find tenderly. He could feel himself getting lost in the sensation of being close to you again, feeling safe and secure within these walls where no one else existed except him and you.

You smiled again for what seemed to be the millionth time that night, mumbling; “Thanks. I used your conditioner.”

His hand moved from running through your hair to gently cupping your cheek, looking deeply into your eyes. “You little minx,” His thumb traced along your jawline lightly, sending shivers throughout your body.

You grinned happily up at him, “Sorry not sorry.” You leaned forward and kissed his skin, “Don't act as if you haven't used mine before.”

He chuckled softly, pressing his forehead against yours. "Well... Maybe once or twice." He beamed down at you, giving you another quick peck on the lips. "But I can't help it," He teased, smirking mischievously. "It smells like a really nice candle,” He kissed you again, “It smells like you.”

God, you really, really loved Harry.

[purplecoffee13]

Mr. Sunshine - pt. 1

Summary: Harry is a chipper guy with a dimpled smile, amazing coffee, and a need for a tutor. You are a smart girl with an obsession with caffeine and a distaste for people. Harry is infatuated with you from the day he met you, and now he’s determined to spend more time, even if that means bribing you with coffee.

Wc: 2.5k

Tropes: grumpy!MC x sunshine!Harry (based off this ask)

Warnings: none. (for now *evil snicker*)

A/N: tumblr won’t let me add a picture for some reason, but just know that I was going to add the one of dunkirk!Harry in an orange sweater and green pants, leaned against the wall with his jaw clenched as he looks at a guy’s phone. I love that picture of him. Okay, anyways, enjoy!

Masterlist

Harry Styles has been obsessed with you from the very first year of Uni. He was paired with you and two other people on a sociology project, and since then, he has been enamored with everything about you.

It wasn't like your charm took him over. If anything, your silent glare is what drew him in. You guys seemed to have the laziest project partners because they barely helped, and whatever suggestions they did have were absolutely useless.

You were a quiet girl. Not necessarily because you were shy, but because you simply didn't feel like talking. You would usually say no more than ten sentences during a group meeting, but everything you did say was always of substance.

The first time you were alone with Harry, it was in the library, where you were supposed to have a group meeting to revise each other's work that you had all divided up. Harry and you were the only ones who actually showed up, and ended up revising each other's, and then the others' work that they had sent via e-mail.

Harry had never laughed harder than that day.

The comments you made while revising their work were so witty and sharp. Their work was incredibly bad, most of the spelling was even wrong. It was quite literally a train wreck, but your quick mindedness kept Harry's dimples on display.

You hadn't even tried to be funny, and you had never experienced someone actually liking what you said and being interested in it. It made you feel weird.

After that, you were sure you would never see Harry again. He was on the rugby team, very popular with the ladies and seemed to have a busy schedule with all the parties he went to. You weren't a stalker, but your roommate couldn't stop talking about him ever since they hooked up somewhere in the first month of uni. She was determined to go to every party Harry went to, as an attempt to sleep with him again, and Y/N had to hear all about it. She was glad her roommate graduated last year, her new roommate was way nicer anyway.

You didn't go to parties. It wasn't like you hadn't tried; you went to three parties in the first week. But that turned out to be the worst decision of your entire life... oh well, that's wasn't the point. The point was, there was no scenario in which you would ever cross paths with Harry again. Except that there was, apparently.

After the summer, fresh in your second year, you entered the auditorium for the introduction class for second years. It was nothing special, just a little welcome back with a presentation on what to expect for this year.

You decided to sit at the front. The louder people usually sat in the back, so you wouldn't be bothered here anyway. You had comfortably taken a seat in the first row, knowing many people would be too weirded out to sit so up close anyway. But about five minutes before orientation begin, you heard the seat next to you creak, and Harry Styles sat down next to you.

"Hi." He smiled at you.

"Hey." You greeted him back, glancing at the podium to see how long it would take for the presentation to start. You hated chit chat, and you knew he could talk a lot.

"How was your summer?" He asked, ever so polite. That was one thing about Harry, he was always nice and sweet. It didn't exactly go with his college reputation, but you also didn't expect any differently from him.

"Oh, just peachy." You said in a bit of a monotone voice, leaning back into your seat, and keeping your eyes fixated on the screen even though there was nothing to see yet. You were in no interest to keep this conversation going. You had chosen the bloody front seats for god's sake!

"Good to hear." Harry grinned at your sarcastic response, turning his head to the podium alike. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about your beautiful face and your ability to give him a stomach ache from laughing all summer. When he saw you sitting alone, he knew it was the perfect opportunity to approach you.

There was about ten seconds of silence, ten beautiful and peaceful seconds. But then it started. That nagging feeling inside of you, and it didn't take you two more seconds before you succumbed to it.

"How was your summer?" You said so softly it could almost be classified as a whisper. Harry's head shot your way, his eyebrows raised.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" You heard the amusement in Harry's tone, and you immediately regretted ever speaking up. You turned your head to him with a fake smile.

"I said, how was your summer, Harry?"

Wow, he liked that.

You had never said his name before, not even when you were in that group project with him. Harry only realized that now that his name fell from your lips. Now, he was definitely going to try and make you say his name more. He liked the way it just rolled off your tongue, even though saying that sentences seemed like a bit of a struggle.

"Why, thank you for asking Y/N! My summer was splendid." He said with an overly excited tone that made you want to push him out of the chair.

"Good to hear." You repeated his words in a murmur. Another few empty seconds went by, and you felt like you had fulfilled your duty. Now you wouldn't have to feel guilty about being impolite, and—

"Yeah, I mean, I went to this surf camp somewhere in Portugal. It was pretty cool. And after that, I went to the Amalfi Coast for a week and a half. Have you ever been to the Amalfi Coast, Y/N? Because I hadn't, and honestly it was even better than I expected. A little touristy though, but I guess that just had mostly to do with the season."

Oh my god. Your face paled. He wouldn't stop talking. Uninterrupted, he kept yapping on and on about this surf camp and the Italian cuisine for three minutes. It were the longest minutes of your life.

But you didn't shush him. You weren't sure why. You knew he was doing this to tease you, but a part of you didn't want to be disrespectful and cut him off. He was the only one who had actually delivered work and showed up to every meeting last year, and he had been nothing but nice to you. So, despite him being an annoying pain in the ass, you decided to just let him talk.

Harry couldn't believe you just let him talk.

He was waiting for you to shut him down, but you didn't. He was able to keep going until the presentation begun. And although you didn't give any verbal input nor did you look at him the entire time he was speaking, he still couldn't believe you let him annoy you without even so much as a death glare. He had never been happier about being ignored.

He kept quiet for the orientation, but it took no longer than fifteen minutes before the presentation ended and everyone was free to go. You took your time with packing your notebook into your bag, mainly to avoid the crowd at the exit.

Harry was waiting until you'd stand up, to walk out of class together, but his friends mobbed him and pulled him along to go and get beer for some king of party that same night. He could've killed his friends. He felt like he blew his shot with you now, but he wasn't going to give up.

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*four weeks later*

You stare at the styrofoam cup in Harry's hands, a bored frown on your face as you look from the cup up at him.

"I bought you coffee." He says. His voice seems relaxed, but there is a hint of stress behind it that you can detect for some reason.

"I didn't ask." You reply in a bored tone, taking the cup out of his hands and taking a sip. Caramel Macchiato. "Thank you."

The corner of Harry's mouth tugs up, and he takes a seat besides you on the park bench. His arm is stretched out behind you, and he turns his entire body towards you. You, however, keep reading your book just like you were doing before he pushed that delicious coffee in your face.

"Y/N." Harry tried to grab your attention, but you keep your eyes fixated on the book.

"Harry." You echo his name.

"You would say we're friends, right?"

"I would not."

"Yes we are." Harry chuckles, but he sounds a bit defensive. You finally look up at him, your face stern as ever.

"I don't think we qualify as friends. Maybe acquaintances." You shake your head.

"We sit next to each other in every class we have together. You like me and we're friends, just admit it, Y/N." He teases. He knows you two are friends, but you are too stubborn to call it a friendship. He also knows that stems from the fact that you haven't had many friends, and thus it is not some kind of way to hurt his feelings.

"I tolerate you."

"You love me."

"You're just lucky I haven't pushed you off this bench."

"There's no point in denying it, Y/N." He dramatically sighs, and you clench your teeth at his toothy grin. You roll your eyes and go back to reading your book. You have learned over the last four weeks that it is best to ignore him. Kind of like a puppy. It stops misbehaving once your turn your back to it.

"So, now that we've established that we are best friends forever, I wanted to ask you a favor."

There we go, you knew there was a catch to this ridiculously good caramel macchiato. Seriously, where did he buy this?

"No." You instantly reply.

"You don't even know what I was going to ask yet."

"If it involves you then I want no part in it."

"Oi! Now that's not how it works, silly! Being friends means you want to be around each other. That's the difference between friends and strangers." He over explains it to you like he would to a child, lightly patting you on your shoulder.

You let out a big sigh, then shut your book and open your bag, getting ready to leave. Harry is being too annoying today; his chipper energy always throws you off. You get up and walk away, taking another sip of the coffee he bought for you. The warm liquid is so smooth and sweet, sugary but just the right amount.

Fuck...

You stop in your tracks, and turn around, walking back to Harry. He is surprised to see you returning to him, and his stomach tenses up out of excitement.

"Where did you get this." You point at the coffee in your right hand. Harry slouches a bit, his legs spread wide. Your eyes accidentally trail off to his legs, but you quickly regain your focus. This is not what that's about— why did you even do that?

Harry, however, has a shit eating grin on his face. He noticed it, the distraction in your eyes. Bingo, he thought. That was his sign.

"Tutor me, and I'll tell you." Harry throws the offer straight on the table.

That's what he came to ask you? Jesus Christ...

"Why?"

"I can't make sense of literature class. I need your help. You're good at writing, I saw the grade you got on that first paper."

He's right, you are good at writing. You've always loved literature and all the theories that came with it. It kind of came with being a loner, you guessed. Or maybe you are such a loner because of your preference of books over people. That thought threw you for a loop, but you quickly got out of your head.

You weigh out the pros and cons of tutoring Harry. You wouldn't ask him for money, because you feel like you know him too well for that. Plus, it just feels like ripping him off, especially when it comes to tutoring literature theories. So what other pros are there besides him bringing you coffee? None. The cons consist of quite literally everything else that comes with tutoring Harry: the free time that you have to dedicate to him, his loud presence, him...

"If you bring me one of these to every session, I will help you." You say, going against your own better judgment. Harry's eyes light up.

Your brain scrambles to understand why you are feeling so opposed to rejecting Harry in any sense of the word, but you can't seem to figure out where the pit in your stomach comes from any time you want to be mean to Harry.

"Really?" He asks in pure disbelief.

"Don't question it, I'll change my mind."

"You're right, you're right." He throws his hands up, a sliver of stress flashing over his face that makes you want lift up the corners of your mouth. Harry gets up and puts his arms around you. You just stand there, one arm stretched out, trying to protect your coffee.

"What are you doing?" You ask, an uncomfortable frown on your face.

"I'm hugging you."

"Well don't. You're separating me from my coffee." You say, and Harry laughs at the strained sound of your voice. He is smiling at you once pulled out of the hug.

"Alright, I've got to split. We'll text about when and where?" He asks, slinging his book bag over shoulder. He turns around to walk away, but he looks back when you speak up again.

"You don't have my number." You say, to yourself just as much as to him.

"Don't worry about it." He calls out and disappears into the distance before you can say another word.

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*5 hours later*

Unknown number:

Hey teach. Told you not to worry about it ;)

You:

Is this the part where I file a police report?

Unknown Number:

If you never want to see that caramel macchiato again, then be my guest.

Anyways, I was thinking about wednesday at 4. That a good time for you, teach?

You:

Not if you keep calling me 'teach'.

Unknown Number:

Right. I'll let you choose another nickname. You have the choice between: buttercup, peanut, or cuddle cakes.

You:

You know what, I'll find that coffee place by myself.

Unknown Number:

Ah, c'mon. I threw cuddle cakes in there especially for you. Personally, I prefer ‘munchkin’.

Y/N? Wednesday work for you?

Hello?

Okay fine sorry, I'll bring the coffee and I won’t call you cuddle cakes.

Please reply, I'm desperate.

You:

Yes, I can see that from the four consecutive texts.

Unknown Number:

:)

You:

Wednesday's fine. See you then.

Unknown Number:

Great. See you then sweet cheeks.

You:

I'm blocking you.

Unknown Number:

Blocking me is blocking the access

to that caramel macchiato.

*seen*

See you Wednesday ;)

[violetsandfluff]

100 Kisses

sleepy, fluffy harry requests one hundred kisses from y/n. i’ve been in the mood for harry fluff. he’s such a smol, sleepy bb in the picture, omg.

“Stop leaving me,” Harry whined out into the dimly lit room. “I’m sick of you leaving me.”

She sat down gingerly on the bed, cradling Harry’s he’d in her lap. “Poor baby,” she pouted. “I’m sorry. I had to go to the bathroom.”

“Why did you have to get up?” he whimpered, rubbing the exhausted tears from his tired eyes. Harry had been extremely tired all day long and a side effect of this was being extra clingy, but Y/N loved it. It also meant that he got extra emotional.

She brushed a curl off of his forehead as she thought of a possible answer. “The more I can get up, the more kissies you get,” she tried, and his eyebrows shot up.

“More kissies?” he asked and she gave his sleepy face a cheesy smile.

“Yeah, Baby,” she agreed How many do you want?”

“One hundred,” he decided immediately, testing your patience and honesty.

“A hundred baby kissies coming right up,” she confirmed. “Where do you want them?”

His arm performed a swooping motion as he answered, “everywhere, y/n. I don’t want tiny kissies, either. I want big, strong ones.”

She grabbed his head by his squishy cheeks and began peppering him with kisses. She began on his forehead, planting three wet kisses there as she counted, “one, two, three.”

She moved down his nose, her lips gifting him more messy kisses as an apology for leaving him.

“Four, five, six…”

He began counting along whilst she gave each of his cheeks four kisses as they blushed. He loved her kisses more than anything.

Her hot lips traveled from his cheeks to his jaw, down to his neck, kissing and counting all the while.

“Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen…”

He let out a tiny groan as she kissed a line along his collarbone and she grinned.

“You like that?” She prompted and he nodded his sleepy head vigorously as she began peppering another sloppy line across his collarbone.

“Thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six…”

His white pajama shirt was peeled off of his warm, sleepy body so she could begin kissing his chest. She took extra care in this area, given it was her favorite. She gave him a tight row of kisses down his sternum, ending respectfully at his belly button.

Harry was finished counting at this point, all he could do was listen to Y/N. It was so soothing mixed with the heat and sensation of her lips, and he couldn’t get enough.

“Sleepy yet?” she asked, breaking through his thoughts.

He denied this profusely, despite it being entirely obvious that he was. He was yawning like crazy and rubbing his eyes constantly, but he was still enjoying the attention.

“Do you know how many kisses I’ve given you?”

“Sixty?”

“Sixty-one,” she corrected as she grabbed his arm and began kissing his bicep. She kissed down the length of his arm and hand before switching to the other one.

“Seventy-four, seventy-five, seventy-six…”

At this point, Harry was almost too sleepy to stay awake. His eyes wouldn’t stop watering and his constant yawning didn’t help. He hadn’t realized just how many kisses one hundred was.

Y/N noticed and tried to speed up a bit. She gave one kiss to his top two nipples, before moving to his third one. The fourth one, for whatever reason, received four kisses.

“How come you gave that one so many?” Harry asked, lifting his head to give her an inquisitive glance.

“It’s my favorite,” she decided, giving it one final kiss.

“Since when?” he chortled out thickly and she just giggled.

He laid his head back on his cool white pillow and Y/N curled her body around his. She bent closer to his head and parted his curls so some scalp was visible to place a kiss on. He dozed as she played with his hair and kissed him, counting unintelligibly. Once she reached ninety-seven, she shifted so her head was right above his. She placed a kiss on his lips, one on his nose, and one on his forehead.

“One hundred,” she concluded. “Good night, sleepyhead.”

He gave a dopey, closed-eyes smile before asking, “Can you leave again?”

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[love-strawberry]

cause i'm so in love

summary : in which the they're so in love. that's it. they love each other so fucking much.

pairing : harry styles x reader

warnings : language

author's note : finally a fluffy au for harry!!! hope you all like this one <3

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[jarofstyles]

Sugar, Sugar 4

Hello! Long awaited Sugar, Sugar 4.

Part 5 won’t be too long now 👀

Warnings: none

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H: So… did some digging.

Sugar: this ought to be interesting…

H: so rose quartz.

Sugar: a favorite of mine, yes.

H: so they say… and by they I mean google… they said that it’s a love stone. Relationships and friendships and all that

Sugar: I believe I told you this too but yes haha

H: interesting.

H: I’ve noticed that it seems to be doing its job

Sugar: what do you mean?

H: I literally can not stop thinking about you.

H: that, or a spell or something? Is that something you do? I looked it up and some people said it’s unethical

Sugar: well, it depends on who you ask and what type of practice they do. Some people don’t care

Sugar: but for me, no. I’d like someone to want me for me

H: hm.

H: interesting.

H: i just can’t get you off my mind

Sugar: I’m blushing, I hope you know. You’re too sweet.

H: that is my job, Sugar. 😉

Sugar: lord, not the emojis, H!

H: rude. But I miss you. Xxx

Sugar: hm. Maybe I miss you too. I’ll see you tomorrow though. :)

H: literally counting the hours.

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Harry was a little worried. Well- very worried, because he was pretty sure he was coming on too strong.

It wasn’t on purpose. If anything he had been trying to reign in the feelings he’s been having because he knows, he knows he’s someone that falls fast and hard but it’s never been quite like this. He truly had been wracking his mind on how he could tone it down more, but Niall had told him to just let it go. Let it flow. She had confirmed there was no love spell placed and he believed her!

He had spent their day apart researching about things she had talked about. They were really in passing, but Harry was someone who truly did remember little details. It could freak people out at times but he was attentive and liked to learn people inside out. So he had spent some time finding the nearest sunflower field after she had talked about how much she loved them.

It was about 45 minutes away on a farm. There was peach picking available as well, and a small petting zoo. A nice little farm that he thinks Y/N will love. Or… at least he hopes so. He wants to woo her. Make her feel special and happy and get those beautiful smiles he had managed to steal from her face and melted him. Their whole date it had been hard to keep his hands off of her and he knew he was going to continue to struggle with that.

Sugar just had this magnetic quality about her. His hands were in hers or on her waist or tucking hair behind her ear. Making excuses to touch or brush off a leaf or right a necklace that had been fine to begin with. It didn’t seem like she minded either, considering she leaned into him and gave little smiles each time. Harry never felt so needy in his life for someone’s attention but she came right in and plucked it from him every single time.

When his mind went back to the teasing incident, it heated the coil in his stomachs. The boldness he had felt taking her fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean had come out of nowhere and had been risky, but to see her eyes widen and keep contact with his as he did so was worth it all. It had aroused her, placed that seeding in her pocket and now he just had to let it grow. His mind didn’t leave her for very long.

Sugar was growing increasingly close to his heart. Harry’s was soft and mushy and layered like a croissant, and she was cutting through the layers to the chocolate insides. All access pass to his emotions. She didn’t realize the true power she had over him at all, and he feared the day she realized.

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There was a spring in his step as he finished laying out the sweets in the display case. Racks were lined up in the kitchen, some still baking and the smell of sugary cinnamon buns was the most prominent today. He’d made a schedule of which day had which main attraction and posted it on their social media. It kept people checking it and their lines moving out the door.

He had worked the dough and given himself a workout already. There wasn’t much of an ache in his arms like there used to be when he first started baking. Mixing and kneading and piping all came second nature by now, like it was icing sugar in his blood.

He arranged the cookies in rainbow order in the other case, the sugary crystals looking like glitter in the newest ones he had done. Baking wasn’t only for the taste, but the creativity. He was able to express it through decor and flavors of cakes and cookies and other pastries, do his own twists. Things that no one else could replicate exactly. Like his buttermilk pancake cookies, the strawberry shortcake ones, the cotton candy pop rocks cupcakes. All of them his own little twists.

Thankfully his arms got a break for now, heading into the back office as the doors opened to check on the paperwork. Their numbers were pretty good for a first year in operation, especially first few months, but he had to make sure he kept this hype up.

He made himself a quick coffee in the back, sighing in relief when it hit his tongue. This was his dream and it was coming true. His own bakery, loving what he did every day… and very real interest in the girl across the way.

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Harry decided that today he would ask Y/N to go to the sunflower fields this weekend but keep it a surprise. They’d been texting back and forth all morning but he wanted to ask her in person.

Their last date had gone incredibly. There hadn’t been a true kiss, which was the only thing he thinks he would change but he didn’t find the right moment to do so. Cheek pecks had been dished out a few times and he had been thankful for those more than she would know. When he got home he had found out that the gloss did in fact had sparkles, since it littered his cheeks.

He never loved glitter more.

His heart quickened as he heard her voice giving a soft ‘thank you’ to whoever must have let her into the back room, a grin growing on his face as he grabbed the iced tea he had made her. Today was strawberry rose.

“Hello, gorgeous.” His greeting and grin had her stomach erupting in those damn flutters. Stupid little dimples and green eyes and attentive gaze that had her brain cells depleting as she approached him. Harry was so good looking it almost seemed fake.

“Hi.” She peeped, fixing the bandana around her head before walking into his waiting arms for a hug. Strong, long arms wrapping around her shoulder and waist, pulling her in tightly. Letting her smell the sweetness of the baked goods on him and the spice of his cologne, her face pressed into his neck as she allowed a longer hug than was probably normal or appropriate.

“Missed you, Sugar.” His rumbled words were felt against her cheek making her giggle, arms squeezing him back in return. His chin rested on top of her head, keeping this position as long as she would allow. He wouldn’t be the first to pull back.

“Missed you too.” Harry felt the words from her lips that brushed his skin and had to hold back a shudder. They were definitely in the odd stage in between dating, not sure what was okay and what wasn’t. Handing out affections was something experimental. If he wasn’t such a sucker for making memories, he would almost wish for them to already be at a point where he could cup here cheeks and kiss her pretty little mouth stupid and leave them both breathless.

Patience, patience.

“I would hope so. Or I’d feel rather silly admitting that.” He joked, swaying them back and forth a bit. There was no rush. No awkwardness. That’s part of the reason he liked their dynamic so fucking much. No weird awkward silences. They felt good, normal. She seemed to enjoy their embrace just as much as him, and didn’t let go just yet.

“Made you a tea. It’s strawberry rose. Strawberry popping pearls too.” He informed her, pressing the cold tea against her back and making her yelp. She went to jump back but he didn’t let her, giving a mischievous smirk down at her. “No, don’t leave. M’sorry.” He cooed, though he wasn’t sorry at all. Her eyes could tell that.

“And to think I was going to kiss your cheek….” She said in faux disappointment. “You had to go and press icy cups to the back of my thin tank top.” A click of her tongue had him grumbling, placing it down on the counter behind him while keeping a one armed grip.

“Hm… I think you can forgive my transgressions. Especially because I also saved you the strawberry shortcake cookie.”

Damn. He did get her with that. Her weakness for strawberries shouldn’t have been revealed so soon, now that he had ammunition. A baker with that information was a danger to her!

“Damn you.” Her tease was ended with a peck on both cheeks, leaning back in his arms. It still felt a bit… odd. Letting someone touch her waist and stomach area so openly. Having to stop herself from flinching some of the times, knowing his hand moved over a roll of skin. Things she used to work so hard to hide.

Harry didn’t even flinch or make any weird comments. He would pull he closer and touch her openly like he had at the market and enjoyed it- so she told herself she would do the exact damn same.

“May I have two more, please?”

The beautiful man gave her a slight pout. A grown man pouting for fucking cheek kisses, all the whole looking like a model. It wasn’t fair that he was so stunning. It would be dangerous for her, wrapped up in his charm from the moment she met him.

“Fine.” A dramatic huff left her nose before gripping his chin, moving his face and pressing a longer kiss to each side of his face. Slight stubble tickled her lips, his skin warm and slightly flushed under them. It left very faint marks of her chapstick but she figured he could deal with that later.

“Happy?”

“Very.” The prideful grin was back on his face as he returned the gesture, though a bit slower. Catching her off guard. Holding the back of her neck, he pressed three kisses on each cheek, letting his nose rub against hers slightly before switching sides. So close to her actual lips, she felt she may faint. It was dramatic, but her heart was pounding from the intimacy of it all, the sweetness. He ended with a kiss delicately placed in the middle of her forehead.

The actions had made her mouth dry slightly, swallowing thickly as she tried to rid herself of it. Damn it all to hell, it was unfair that he had such an effect on her. He was so… firm but gentle. She was unsure how he managed to have such an effect on her but she didn’t want him to stop. Perhaps it was soon to be so… touchy. But it felt natural. Amazing.

The moment was broken when she felt a text buzz in her pocket. Unlooping an arm from around his waist, she grabbed her phone and took a look at the message.

“Oh, god.” She muttered, shoving it back into her pocket. “Come sit with me while I eat my snack.” She stepped out of his embrace which felt like a mourning occasion, taking his hand as he took her drink and bag with cookie in his own.

“What was that look for, if you don’t mind me asking?” Harry was nosy in general, but when it came to his girl? He was more than so. Seeing the irritation cross her face had peaked his interest and the protective flare up in his heart. Of course he didn’t want to overstep, but he was hoping she would share.

“Oh.” She sighed. Sitting closer to him than before, she craved a bit of comfort as she sipped on the tea. It was very good. Not too sweet, but not sour at all. “Well… lately I’ve had a person from my past keep trying to reach out to me. The cards told me he would, but I didn’t want to believe it.” She muttered. “It’s not a big deal. Just… someone I used to see. He does it sometimes when he’s between relationships. Doesn’t get my lack of reply or dry replies in the past as a ‘fuck off’ as I’ve intended it to be.”

Harry didn’t like that he felt jealous, but he did. It wasn’t rational and he knew that, but knowing that guys from her past were reaching out again, especially as they begin their relationship, made him antsy. It wasn’t that she even showed any interest. That had soothed him. But knowing someone bugged her and made the irritation pass her face? It annoyed the shit out of him. Especially if it was someone that knew her in the intimate sense.

“M’sorry, Sugar.” One tattooed arm wrapped around her shoulder on the couch, brushing his fingers against the back of her neck. He was trying to find a way to comfort her and control the discomfort of his jealousy, knowing someone else was at least consistently trying to win back his girl. She was his, wasn’t she?

Despite his nosiness, he didn’t want to pry too much and make her feel uncomfortable. Especially not during these fragile stages. It was just… he cared. A lot. He hadn’t ever seen the look of discomfort like that on her face and he wanted to know what it was so he could alleviate the issue. “We don’t have t’talk about it if you’d prefer not to. I just thought I’d ask. Is there anything I can do?” His fingers were lightly tickling her which made her shiver a little bit, but she shook her head.

“Thank you.” The relief was visible on her face which made him happy he didn’t push too hard. “No, there isn’t much you can do. I block him and he continues… but it’s alright. He’ll get the message eventually.”

He wouldn’t though. It had been 3 years since they’d broken up, more so she had gotten the courage to leave him and made the best decision of her life, and he was still trying to weasel his way back into her life. Regardless of the number changes and the blocking. Pleading for her to hear him out, slewing abuse, apologies, even bribes. But she was much stronger than that now to ever go back. Not to someone who hurt her that badly she almost lost who she was.

The slightly haunted look on her eyes made him frown, leaning over to peck her cheek again. He wouldn’t ask more but he could comfort the best he could. He had a few sisters, after all. He knew that men could be the most vile creatures in the world that needed a good knock upside the head, and that was coming from a man who’s motto was all peace and love, choosing his battles. He would curb his protective nosiness… for now. “Alright then. Can I move on to asking you when you’re free next?”

A change in subject was what was necessary. She swallowed the bite of delicious cookie he had whipped up with her in mind before turning to look at him with excitement sparkling in her eyes. He wanted to hang out again, and was planning on something? “Erm… Wednesday I’m free all day. I have someone to cover the shop. And Saturday. Why? What did you have in mind?” She tried not to look too eager but it was her voice that gave her away.

“It’s a longer thing. All day. So Wednesday can work.” The bright smile on his face made her giddy. He was that excited to hang out with her? That he could manage a smile that brilliant at the idea of her and his plans. “It’s a surprise. All I can say is if you’ve got a camera, I’d bring it. I’d tell you to dress pretty, but you always seem to.” His flirtation went straight to her cheeks, burning her up. It was never going to get old.

“Oi, flirt.” She jokingly pushed into him with her shoulder. “Okay… anything else? Whatever it is I’m excited to find out.” His eyes never seemed to leave her face. As intimidating as it was, it also made her feel incredible. Desired. Harry was attentive and kind and she was incredibly lucky to have his attention that way.

“Nope. You let me take care of that.”

[avalentina]

Still working on my project, but wanted to give y'all a little teaser, this is a little over 6 years after the story starts, and can also be read as a standalone.

Warnings: SMUT! 18+, Bit of breeding kink,

But mostly just a whole lotta fluff! ☺️

The Shower Incident ❤️‍🔥🧸

"Alexa, shuffle songs by Harry Styles." You ask of your ai friend who you keep in your giant bathroom. It's after 10 AM, and your boyfriend of almost six years is still zonked out in bed. Yeah, technically the two of you have a lazy day planned (thanks to Auntie Gemma taking your daughter), but still, you have plans. You get in, taking your time, shaving, trimming, the works (lazy days with H always involve sex, ALWAYS!).

You're dancing and singing your heart out, you always do, and more often than not (without you knowing sometimes) H watches you from the doorway. Like he is now during Music for a Sushi Restaurant. He loves it. You're not even doing anything super explicit, just a few hip moves, head bobs, and spins. OH, and the stomps, you love doing the stomps. H probably has at least 150 videos on his phone of you doing the stomps. You even taught Calleigh (your calico cat) and Kiwi (your miniature red merle aussiedoodle) how to do the stomps. To the point where if Satellite starts playing anywhere, Kiwi stops and spins around doing stomps. Cado and Palmer (your other 2 dogs) will sometimes join in too.

Today is one of those days that you know he's watching, and as Music for a Sushi Restaurant ends and Adore You begins, you start getting into it, over the top, drop it like it's hot, into it. Which finally entices him into the shower with you. So when Canyon Moon comes on, you butt yourself up against his chest, wrap your arms around his neck and grind away, slowly, very slowly, your only purpose right now is to taunt him. Something you continue as that song fades into Watermelon Sugar and you shave your legs, and trim. Making sure he sees just how wet you are, and not from the shower. H promptly groans, but doesn't move his gaze away while you finish trimming. As soon as you're done though, he is quick to press you into the wall of your shower and kiss you senseless. Reaching back to shut off the water without breaking the kiss. He presses his stiffie against you, just to make you aware of what you always do to him. Then he backs away and towels you both off.

"Your poor cunt needs a good filling, doesn't it love?" He teases, blowing on your clit as he towels off your legs. Tossing the towel to the side he sweeps you up and swiftly walks you both back to bed where he tosses you down gently and hovers over you.

Yeah, you're in for a long day, and you wouldn't trade it for anything.

Hope you enjoyed!

[tpwkwriter]

Feb.14

Happy valentines my Loves! Hope you’ve been made to feel special 💘

A small insight to How y/n and Harry spend there day of love..

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February 14th.

For couples around the world today means a lot.

Valentines was one of y/n’s Favourite days of the year since Meeting Harry.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee made y/n almost float down the stairs to her lover.

She walked through the archway that connected there shared living room to there kitchen, the smell of freshly baked pancakes and croissants filled the air making y/n further excited.

There kitchen island had scattered rose petals and a newly vases bouquet sitting in the middle and just to top it off a card that read “my one and only valentines” the sound of her gasp made H turn around revealing y/n wide eyed and smiley.

“Baby!!! Im going to cry!” She exclaimed, pulling out a stool from the island and sitting down examining the flowers in front of her.

“Happy valentines my love” he said getting to her side and placing his ringed hands on her chin guiding her lips to his.

“This is too much Harry!” She squeals pulling him in again. “Thank you so so much” she smiles

“S’never too much when it comes to you darling he explains taking the plate of goodies from the side and placing it in front of her. “Coffee?” He asks already knowing her answer “please!” She said. “Don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this H, truly” she said taking a bite of her pancake.

“Don’t get me started darling”

“You’ve been my most amazing girl this year, hey?” He said placing the hot beverage on the coaster in front of her “now, eat up we’ve got a day planned” he says kissing her temple.

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Authors note- I’m very aware it’s shorter than usual but I’m really sucky for ideas lately 😭 hope you enjoyed nonetheless 💘

[heartateasee]

My next blurb is going to be so fluffy and soft 🤭 No smut, but it will be left open-ended, so there could potentially be a part two for these little cuties…

[hslab]

hslab’s masterlist

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sick baby - a short blurb about how harry would act when Y/N is sick and how he’d take care of you. contains: fluff ⋆˙⟡♡

coachella 22’ - another short blurb, this one being about coachella! and how i think harry would act during it. contains: fluff ⋆˙⟡♡

[sushirrrry]

hellooooo everyone!! all 80 some of you who have graciously followed me in the past day or so, welcome 🥹

I've decided that I'm going to start a little weekly blurb writing session on sunday's where you can request whatever you'd like me to write & I will spend the day writing the day away!

send me whatever you wanna see ⭐️

[darlingdesire]

LIKE A TATTOO

Y/N really loves Harry’s tattoos.

Y/N loved the way Harry’s tattoos looked on his skin. They were like little pieces of art, each one telling a story or holding a special meaning. But what she loved even more was tracing the lines of each tattoo with her fingers, feeling the ink on his skin and the ridges of the designs.

It was a habit she had developed early on in their relationship, and one that Harry had grown to love. They would often lay in bed together, tangled up in the sheets, and Y/N would trace the lines of his tattoos while they talked about their day or whispered sweet nothings to each other.

As they drifted off to sleep, Y/N would often continue tracing the tattoos, her touch becoming softer and more gentle as she grew more and more relaxed. Harry would wrap his arms around her, pulling her closer to him, and they would both drift off into a peaceful slumber, feeling the warmth and comfort of each other's love.

Usually, Harry would close his eyes and let out a contented sigh, feeling the warmth of Y/N's touch on his skin. He loved the way she traced the lines so delicately, like she was afraid to smudge the ink or damage the design. He loved the way her fingers felt against his skin, soft and gentle yet confident in their movements.

Sometimes Y/N would inspect the tattoos more closely, asking Harry about the meanings behind each one. He would tell her stories about the time he got them or what they represented to him. It was a way for them to get to know each other even better, and for Y/N to understand the parts of Harry’s past that he had immortalized on his skin.

Other times, Y/N would trace the tattoos out of boredom or absentmindedness. But even then, Harry didn't mind. He would just lay there and watch her, feeling the love and affection radiating off of her. It was a comforting feeling, knowing that she loved him enough to memorize every little bit of him, even the fine lines of his tattoos that were unnoticeable from the faraway eye.

Y/N was lying on the bed next to Harry, her head resting on his chest as she traced the lines of one of his tattoos with her finger. She looked up at him with a curious expression.

"Did this one hurt when you got it?" she asked, gesturing to the tattoo she was inspecting.

Harry smiled down at her, his fingers delicately playing with her soft hair. "Not too bad," he said. "But it was definitely one of the longer sessions."

Y/N smiled back at him. "Which one hurt the most?" she asked.

Harry thought for a moment before answering. "Probably the one on my chest," he said. "It felt like the needle was going right through to my heart."

Y/N winced in sympathy. "That sounds painful," she said.

"It was," Harry replied. "But it was worth it. All of my tattoos are reminders of something important to me."

Y/N nodded and continued to trace the tattoo on his arm. Harry watched her with a fond expression, admiring the way her eyes studied each line and curve of his tattoo. "I've always wondered what it would feel like to get a tattoo there," she said.

Harry chuckled. "It's not for everyone," he said. "But I love it."

"I can tell," Y/N said, her eyes still focused on the tattoo. "You have so many."

Harry smiled. "Yeah, I do," he said. "But each one has its own story. They're like little pieces of me that I carry around with me."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes softening. "I love that about you," she said. "You're so... unique."

Harry gazed down at her, his eyes filled with adoration. "And you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he said, his hand cupping her cheek.

"I love the way you look at my tattoos," he said softly. "It's like you're seeing a part of me that no one else can truly see."

Y/N smiled and looked up at him. "That's because I love every part of you," she said, her voice filled with tenderness, “I especially love your tattoos," Y/N said softly.

Harry grinned, his eyes sparkling. "I know you do," he said. "You always find new ones to admire."

Y/N grinned, continuing to trace the lines of his tattoos. "As you said; they’re like little works of art," she said. "And they all have a story."

Hary nodded, his fingers playing with Y/N's hair. "Yeah, each one has a special meaning to me," he said. "They're like a visual representation of who I am."

Y/N snuggled closer to Harry, feeling his warmth surround her. "I love getting to know more about you," she said. "And your tattoos are like little clues that help me do that."

Harry smiled down at her, his eyes filled with affection. "You're the only person who can read me like a book," he said.

Y/N blushed, feeling a rush of love for Harry. She traced the lines of his tattoos once more before resting her head back on his chest. They lay there in comfortable silence, the only sound the steady beat of Harry’s heart.

With a contented sigh, Y/N closed her eyes and let herself relax into him, feeling safe and content in his arms, all while gently skimming her finger over the delicate lines that created her name which were marked into Harry’s soft skin in black ink.

[cinemastyles-blog]

Summary: Just a short blurb about being in the shower jamming out to music and an old one direction song comes on and Harry joins.

Warnings: Super cute. Fluff. Not really any warnings.

I’ve been on a Wolves kick lately, so that’s the song that inspired this.

Master List

∘₊✧── 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 ──✧₊∘

It’s a Saturday night and you and Harry decided to stay in and have a relaxing night after not seeing each other for a few days.

“I’m going to go get a shower while you make dinner.” You lean in and kiss his cheek. He smiles and nods, “Okay. With how long your showers are, it might be cold by the time you’re done.”

He laughs and you flick him off with a giggle.

You walk into the bathroom and scroll through your music, tapping on one of Harry’s songs from his new album.

Humming along to Daydreaming, you strip down and toss your clothes on the floor, “Livin' in a daydream, She said, "Love me like you paid me".” You sing as you step into the shower.

As you get your body wet and continue to sing along, Harry is standing outside the door, smiling as you sing his song. He’s proud to have you. He loves that you support him and love the music he puts out.

“When you give me all of your love, give me something to dream about..” you start to wash your hair, dancing slightly as you hum to the tune.

You rinse your hair and let the water run over your body as you listen for what the next song will be.

You smile and shake your head as one of his old songs with the boys start to play.

“I hear them calling for you..I hear them calling for you..” you sing with a smile and away your hips side to side. You reach out and turn the music up, partly so you can hear it better and also so Harry can hear it.

You close your eyes and continue to dance under the water, “Your friends all talkin' 'bout me..They say I got no chance at all..”

You smile and look over your shoulder as you hear the door open. You continue to sing as you turn around to face Harry.

He is smiling and shaking his head, “Really? This song?”

You keep smiling and point to him as you sing his chorus, “In the middle of the night when the wolves come out. They head straight for your heart. Like a bullet in the dark.”

Harry laughs and jumps in, singing with you as he places his hands on your hips. You move your hips to the beat of the song and hold up the shampoo bottle as a fake microphone and Harry sings into it, “They come straight for your heart. I hear them calling for you. I hear them calling for you.”

You smile as you listen to him sing and bob your head to the music.

You hold the bottle up to your lips, “I ain't up for debating. Ain't in it for the taking. We got the world shaking..”

He laughs and pulls you close to him, moving his body with yours. Dancing in the shower with you and he hums with you as you continue to sing.

You turn towards him and look up at him with a huge smile. He pushes your wet hair out of your face and rubs your cheek with his thumb, “You’re insane.”

You laugh slightly and shake your head, “We can run and hide, ain't goin' down without a fight. I hear them calling for you.”

He smiles and watches you, falling in love with you all over again.

The song ends and you lay a hand on his chest, “I may be insane but I am your number one fan so..” you smile and stand on your tip toes to kiss him.

“And I am forever grateful for you.” He whispers against your lips, smiling into the kiss, “Forever grateful.”

He pulls you in and wraps his arms around you, “I like these concerts. Gives me a break from running around like a mad man.”

“Yeah, and you don’t have to fight like hell to get a ticket to this show.” You laugh and look up at him.

He furrows his brows and laughs. “You do have to do that with my shows either.” You smile and shrug, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Cinema starts playing and you slowly smile, “Get ready did this one, Styles.” He smiles and shakes his head.

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I thought this was the cutest thing. If you have any cute blurb ideas, send them my way!

This will be added to my fluff one shot collection on Wattpad!

If you would like a part 2 SMUT version, let me know!

[violetsandfluff]

“Don’t cry, baby girl, it was only a dream,” Harry’s voice rasped tiredly as he sat up in bed, holding your head on his shoulder and massaging your back as you cried.

He was right, it was only a dream, but that was the terrible part.

You had gone back to the day you’d first met him, exchanging phone numbers, first hug, first kiss, holding hands, drunkenly confessing feelings.

Long car rides together, holding hands in parks, getting engaged, your wedding day.

Losing your virginity to him, a honeymoon filled with lazy make out sessions, swimming, and sex.

Holding each other during hard times, nursing each other when they were sick, hundreds of tiny hugs and I love yous.

Your entire relationship played in your mind like a cleverly crafted flashback video. Highlights of your love life, if you would, minus the sappy inspirational music. Things only the two of you would know.

Harry’s arms felt comfortable now, and familiar; too familiar. You were happy to be married now, and carrying his baby. You didn’t regret anything, but on nights like this, you were lonely for the playboy Harry you had fallen for in college.

You were hungry for the new crush feeling. You loved how Harry had forfeited his whole playboy reputation for you just to date you.

But it was all better because that boy was holding you now, rocking you softly to sleep.