#harry styles x band member!y/n

[justmystyles]

Ok so I was thinking Harry is very private and only seen with skinny girls but then he got a new bandmember but she is plus size and wears glasses so even tho they act cute and couply ? On stage fans just think they are really good friends but one night Harry slips up bc bandmember got hurt by flying objects and he rushes over to her giving her hugs and pecks asking over and over if she is ok ? And well he might’ve sorta forgot where they where but then didn’t care bc his baby girl got hurt hope that makes sense and hope you wanna write it

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pairing: Harry Styles x band member plus size reader

word count: 1.5k

summary: you and harry have been keeping your relationship off the radar, but his concern for you overwhelms his need for privacy.

warnings: physical injury, not sure if that is one, but better safe than sorry.

a/n: thank you so much for this ask @fanficismydrug! i loved this idea so much, and it was so exciting to bring it to life. i hope it's what you were hoping for!

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You tapped gently on Harry’s dressing room door, almost immediately hearing him call for you to enter. As you stepped over the threshold, you watched his eyes peer up from the book he was reading, his pensive expression quickly turned to a smile as he folded over his page, putting the book down on the table behind him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.” You apologize as you enter the room. 

“Don’t be silly, you’re never a bother.” He outstretched his arms. “Get over here, angel.” 

You happily sauntered into his embrace, kissing him softly as he pulled you into his lap. “Hi,” you smile against his lips. 

You were so excited when you were hired to play trumpet in Harry’s Love on Tour band. It felt like the ultimate validation after spending so many years as a tormented band geek. You were in your element, playing music with people who loved it just as much as you did. Especially Harry. 

You hadn’t expected you’d spend much time with Harry, he was the superstar, you were just in the background. But you quickly realized that was the farthest thing from the truth. The two of you clicked immediately, falling into this comfortable flirty friendship. You two had become inseparable, everyone on the tour knew that if they couldn’t find one of you, your best bet was to look for the other. Even the fans had noticed your back and forth on stage, and you were quickly labeled as Harry’s bestie. 

You had been ‘friend-zoned’ so many times in your life that you were used to palling around with the guys you liked. It didn’t stop you from falling for Harry though. You knew he was flirty by nature, so you always tried not to read too far into his actions. He obviously didn’t see you the way you saw him. You’d seen the kinds of girls Harry had been photographed with, you’d heard all the rumors about his lovelife. None of those girls looked anything like you, they were these gorgeous supermodels with tiny waists. You would never be that, so you just settled for being his friend. 

But then, there was a shift. Harry’s touches started to linger a little longer, when you would hang out and watch movies, you noticed he started to sit closer and closer. And then, one day everything changed. You had just finished sound check, and Harry asked you to come back to his dressing room with him. And he took that opportunity to confess his feelings for you. You had been together ever since. 

“You’ve been busy today, I’ve hardly seen you.” Harry pouted, you giggled before biting his bottom lip gently. 

“I know baby, I’m sorry. I promise I’m going to make it up to you.” You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a lingering kiss.

“Mmm, you always do.” He sighs, squeezing your hips gently. 

“Oh, I meant to ask you. How’d your date go the other night?” He gives you a confused look. You chuckle as you pull out your phone, tapping a few times before pulling up a deuxmoi post that was submitted of Harry, the caption saying he was out on a date with a mystery blonde. 

Harry’s eyes soften, and he lifts his hand to your cheek, stroking it gently. “Angel, you know that’s nothing right? It was a business dinner.”

“I know, I’m just joking around.” He smiled widely at your words and pulled you in so that your head was resting against his chest. 

Harry liked to keep his private life to himself. He felt that he gave so much to everyone all the time, that he wanted to keep some things just for him. Your relationship was one of those things. You were fine with that, you didn’t need to parade your relationship around to the world to know it was real. 

Later that night, you were onstage playing your heart out. You and Harry had been playing off each other all night, like you usually would. He would also shoot an occasional wink, or sly smirk in your direction every now and then. 

The crowd had been particularly rowdy all night, but as the opening notes to Watermelon Sugar began, the screaming crescendoed and people began truly losing their minds. Harry and the band had gotten used to things being thrown onstage, you had gotten pretty good at dodging the assorted items. Until you weren’t.

You were so caught up with the energy in the room, watching Harry drink it all in and give it right back to them, that you didn’t see the watch soaring in the air. But you definitely felt it when it hit you in the side of the head, knocking you to the ground. 

Harry heard the crowd collectively gasp when you went down. He looked around, his brow furrowed in confusion, looking for the scene that caused such a reaction. He turned behind him and saw you on the ground, wincing in pain and holding your head. 

He ran full speed toward you, dropping to his knees in front of you. He tossed his microphone on the riser beside you before collecting you in his arms. 

“Y/N, are you alright?” He asked frantically, stroking your hair. He felt you nod against his chest, but it wasn’t good enough. “Talk to me angel, I need you to say it.” 

You pulled back, tears streaming down your face, you looked up at Harry with a sniffle. “I… I’m.. it’s okay. You n–need to finish.” 

“Oh sweetheart,” he takes your face in his hands, leaning in to kiss your tear stained cheeks before turning you to inspect the spot where you were hit. It was already starting to bruise, and there was some blood dripping down. He looked up at Pauli signaling for him to toss him a towel. He pressed it to your head gently as he tried to calm you down. 

“You’re alright baby, I’m right here. I’m so sorry angel, I love you so much.” The words flew from his mouth rapidly, seemingly unaware that his nearby microphone was picking up on all of it. 

Once you composed yourself, you reached beside you, grabbing your glasses that had fallen off when you hit the ground, and placing them back on your face. “Sorry Harry, you didn’t have to stop everything for me.”

“Of course I did,” he assured you. “You’re my girl, you come before anything, always.” 

A wave of murmurs washed through the crowd at Harry’s words. Tens of thousands of people were all watching with rapt attention as he cared for you so tenderly, and professed his love for you. Their confusion and curiosity quickly turned into a chorus of ‘awwws’ when they watched Harry press his lips against yours. 

The sound brought you both back into the moment, suddenly realizing that you were still onstage, and all eyes were on the two of you. Your face turned bright red, you quickly brought your hands up to cover it. Harry chuckled, pulling you close. 

“I guess you’re about to get your deuxmoi debut, angel.” He joked. 

“And tiktok, and twitter, and everything else.” You chuckle in response. 

Harry pulled back so that he could look you in the eyes. “C’mon, let me walk you off and get you comfy, then I’ll come back and finish up here.” 

You shake your head quickly. “No, I want to finish the show. I can do it.” 

“Are you sure?” He asked, his tone thick with worry.

You nod and stand up, picking up your trumpet to show him you were fine. He shrugged, giving in to you. He knows how stubborn you are, it would be easier just to finish the show. He gets up as well, picking up his microphone with one hand, and taking your hand with the other, leading you to center stage. 

“She’s okay!” He announced into the microphone, lifting your arm up in the air. 

The crowd erupted, and you curtseyed shyly. You looked over to Harry, who was already looking at you, you could see the adoration in his eyes as he lifted your joined hands to his lips. 

“Alright,” Harry returns his attention to the crowd. “Shall we try that one again?” The crowd cheered and Harry let go of your hand. When you turned to return to your spot onstage you jumped suddenly when you felt Harry’s hand playfully tap your backside. You shot him a wink over your shoulder and he smiled in response. 

You waved off your fellow band members as they all asked if you were alright, and if you were sure you wanted to do this. You lifted your horn to your mouth, showing everyone that you were fine and ready to move on. The song began, and the rest of the show went off without a hitch, Harry continuing to look back at you, giving you questioning thumbs ups to ensure you were feeling alright, you returned them all with a wink. 

You were alright, you were great even. You knew you didn’t need the validation or acknowledgement of his fans for your relationship to work, but it felt really nice to know you had it anyway.  

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I Love Being in The Band.

Summary: an anon request from Wattpad - “my request is that the girl is in one direction and it's 2013 so frat boy harry era. they've always just been friends in the band together until they started teasing eachother on stage. it starts off as a joke but now it doesn't feel like a joke. they're kinda testing to see how far they can go. and then when they get off stage y/n goes to her dressing room to find harry already there and then they do it. i'd love it if u could include degrading, praising, harry being really dominant, spanking ect and also them having to be really quiet so the guys don't hear and stuff like "we really shouldn't be doing this" yk?”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, heavy teasing, heavy sexting, lots of dirty talk, lots of teasing, spanking, choking, biting, hair pulling, fingering, semi rough actions, absolute filth

Masterlist

“hey, y/n!” Louis yells from the hallway, come here for a minute, yeah?”

You turn in your chair and look at the door, “Do you have anything filled with water?”

You squint as you wait for him to answer and smirk when you hear him try not to laugh, “No.”

“If I get sprayed with water, I’m killing every single one of you.” You stand up and walk slowly walk over to the door way, peaking your head out.

You see Louis standing there with his hands behind his back and a smirk plastered on his face, “I was the lucky one who was told to come get you for a meeting.”

You squint at him, “Why didn’t they send someone who isn’t always up to no good.” You raise an eyebrow and smirk as you step out, “What’s the meeting about?”

“You know, you could just flirt back every now and then, yeah?”

You roll your eyes and smile, “Oh Louis, I love ya.” You walk by him and shake your head.

“See. Was that so hard?”

You turn around and flick him off and he returns the favor.

You go to round the corner and land right into Harry’s chest, “Hey!” You say before looking up.

Harry smirks, “Hey.”

You roll your eyes, “If you wanted me that close Styles, could have just asked.” You shrug and go to walk away but Louis rounds the corner, “Yeah, good luck with that mate.”

He laughs as he walks away and Harry pushes his arm against yours, “I don’t need luck.” He whispers before walking away, “Come along, we have a meeting to get to.”

You stand there and watch as he smirks at you before turning to walk away.

You follow him into the room and sit down next to Niall, Harry sits across from you.

Ever since they brought your into the band, the sexual tension has been hefty.

——

You stand on the stage, bobbing your head to the beat of the song. Your eyes move over the empty seats as you play with your ear piece.

You can feel Harry’s eyes on you, but you act like you don’t know that he’s watching you.

You’re also guilty of staring at him though, especially when you think it’s clear. But, little do you know, Harry knows exactly how you feel, and that you’re nervous to take action.

You guys can try to not flirt but it’s so natural for you two, although is has definitely been taken to another level recently.

Hell, at this point, you’re just trying to see how far either one of you can go.

Your eyes slowly make their way back to Harry as you start to sing with them, “Oh, I don't know how else to sum it up.. 'Cause words ain't good enough, Oh, there's no way I can explain your love, no.”

Harry winks at you slowly and smiles at you from behind his mic. You feel your heart speed up and you look over at Niall quickly.

He walks up to you as he’s playing his guitar. He finishes out the song and that’s the final song for sound check.

“See you guys back here tonight.” The crew thanks you guys and you all head back stage to start getting ready.

You walk to your dressing room and push open the door. One of the perks about being a girl in the band, you get your own dressing room.

Until the boys decide to bombard it and completely ruin the zen mood with their yelling and childish behavior at times.

You love them and wouldn’t change it, though. That’s for sure.

You sit down and start to curl your hair, spraying each batch of curls with hair spray.

You sit there, holding your hair around the wand when Harry walks in, “Hey, do y-“

You let your curl down and instantly spray it, “Yes?” You glance over at Harry and back in the mirror, “Can I help you?”

“I mean..”

“Harry.” You shoot a glare at him but quickly smile, “Seriously.”

“I am serious.” He tilts his head, “I’m being the most serious I can be when I say that I want to bend you over this couch and slide my cock into that tight little pussy of yours.”

His words leave you absolutely speechless.

Of course you want that, but you honestly have a feeling that he’s joking so you’re trying not to take him serious, to not get your hopes up.

“Yeah, Harry. I’m sure.” You laugh slightly and shake your head but you know he can tell you’re nervous.

“But I am.” He walks over to you and you drop your curl and set down your curling wand. He leans down and brushes hair from your shoulder, “Dead serious, y/n.”

His lips attach to your neck, sucking and pulling the skin between his teeth. You gasp and arch your back slowly as he bites down, marking your skin.

“H-Harry!” You gasp quietly and push him back, “We have to be on stage soon!” You whine and lean forward to inspect the slowly darkening mark on your skin.

“Mm, didn’t realize how hard I bit.” His thumb rubs over the hickey and tries to hide a smirk, “m’sorry, love.”

You shake your head and tilt it, letting out a sigh as his fingers drag up and down your neck, “I don’t mind. I’ll just have to cover it up.”

You look up at him and smirk, he tilts his head, “wait.. you pushed me away because we have to be on stage soon?”

You nod, “Um, yeah.”

He smirks, “Not because you didn’t want me to stop?”

He raises his eyebrows and his smirk slowly turns into a smile as you can feel your face heating up.

You didn’t want him to stop but you didn’t want to tell him that. You both know you shouldn’t even be flirting, or doing anything like what just happened.

“Get out.” You point to the door and laugh, “I have to clean up a mess you made.” You smirk over at him as you apply stuff to the hicky.

——

After Harry left your room, getting ready was a breeze, or almost.

You kept thinking about how Harry’s lips felt on your neck. How wet just him biting you made you.

You wanted to break the rules and just go for it, but you’re also scared of what might happen if people find out.

You fluff your curls and grab your mascara, applying a few more coats before leaning back and moving to the big mirror.

You scan over your outfit one last time and smile to yourself, “Go kill it.” You hype yourself up before walking out to meet the others in the hallway.

You walk up and it’s a natural thing, everyone’s eyes scan over your outfit, linger on your exposed legs for a little then go back to what they were going.

But Harry, he made sure you knew he liked your outfit.

Your eyes met his and all you could see was a blaze of lust. You could feel that he wanted to rip off that cropped band tee.

Get you out of those jeans shorts and take off what’s underneath.

But seeing him in his stage outfit has you turned on even more.

His red flannel, that he purposely left a few buttons at the top open, rolled sleeves with his black skinny jeans, you could curse out loud at how good he looks.

“Ready? Intro is starting in three.. two.. one..”

You guys get ready to go out and guess who’s lucky enough to be behind you.

You bite your lip as you gently brush your ass against him.

You feel his body jolt back from yours, as harry is hoping that his cock stays flaccid long enough to do the show.

He’s already struggling to keep it together because the outfit you’re wearing is his favorite and he cannot wait to get it off of you, finally.

You both know it’s going to happen, you both just don’t want to have the conversation, mainly because you are more scared of the consequences.

But, right now, with how close you are to him and how good he looks, you couldn’t give a fuck about the consequences.

——

Throughout the show, you and Harry have been subtly teasing each other, but it’s been in a way no one would know anything.

You and Harry have been constantly flirting and teasing each other for a long while, since you joined the band actually.

Tonight was the first night that there was any physical contact, like that specifically.

It drove you crazy. The whole show, but you loved it.

You couldn’t help but think of leaving a hickey or two on his neck and wondering what he would sound like moaning your name as you gagged around his cock.

Liam nudges you, looking at you with a wired look. You shake your head and gasp when it finally clicks, “I wanna see the way you move for me, baby.. I wanna see the way you move for me, baby..”

You missed the whole first verse thinking about Harry in ways you know you shouldn’t.

Fuck, maybe it has gone too far.

The rest of the show, you walk around stage, talk to the fans, pick on the boys, tease Harry slyly and sing your heart out.

You managed to save your own ass a few times when Harry caused you to lose your train of thought. Other than that moment with Liam, you did fine the rest of the show.

“Thank you!” You say into the mic, “Get home safe!” You blow kisses into the crowd and wave as you run off.

“Y/n, girlfriend, what was that?” Liam says chuckling, “You’re usually on the ball. What happened?”

You force a yawn and sigh, “Sorry.. I guess i just spaced out for a second, I’m ready for bed.”

You look around, no Harry to be found. You purse your lips together and look at Liam, “I’m going to go pack up my dressing room.”

He nods, “Yeah, alright.”

You slightly speed walk to your room and open the door. You slip in quickly and shut the door behind you.

“Finally.” Harry says with a loud sigh, “Thought ya got lost.”

“No, I didn’t get lost.” You mumble, “Liam, uh, wanted to know why I missed my part.”

“Why did you miss your part?” Harry asks as he tilts his head. A smirks slowly creeps into his lips, “Was it me?”

You roll your eyes, “What’s it to you?”

He shrugs and spreads his legs apart, resting his hands on his thigh, “I don’t know, thought, maybe I could help.”

You close your eyes and open them slowly, “Harry..” you whisper walking over to him, “If we get ca-“

“See. If. I’m not going to say a word, are you?” He raises his eyebrows and smirks.

You bite your lip, “It was you. On stage. With your slutty little flannel opened up top.” You smirk slightly and turn towards him.

“Yeah? Your shorts are way sluttier than my shirt so..” he smirks and plays with the bottom of your shorts.

You slip your shirt over your head and look at Harry, “Hurry up before I change my mind.” You flash him a smile as you stand up and undo your belt.

You push your shorts down and they drop to the floor at your feet. You slip out of your boots and unhook your bra.

You let that drop to the floor and you look at Harry who’s also in his underwear.

“Sit down.” Harry says pointing to the couch. You nod and sit down, looking up at him as he comes over to stand in front of you.

He traces your jaw line with his fingers, “I want you to show me what that pretty little mouth can do.”

You reach up and slip your fingers into the hand of his boxers. You slowly start to pull them down his thighs and then drop them to the floor.

Your eyes stay focused on his hard cock that’s right at your face level, “Fuck.” You wrap your hand around his cock and look up at him, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Go on, baby. Take it all.” He bites his lip as he lays a hand on the back of your head.

He pushes your head down and you open your mouth. He slowly works his cock into your mouth, thrusting in and out slowly so you can coat his cock in saliva.

“That’s it, fuck.” Harry groans lowly, “Take my cock, baby.”

You manage to relax just in time for his cock to slip down your throat. You gag slightly and squeeze your eyes shut.

“Gag on it, little slut.” Harry holds your head still for a few more seconds before he lets you come off for air, “Shit!” You gasp as you lean back.

He smirks, “What? Can’t take it?”

You furrow your brows together, “Um, I can take it, trust me.”

“Prove it.” Harry steps back, “Take those panties off and turn around.”

Your stomach does a flip as Harry tells you what to do. You loved being his sub and doing what ever he said.

“You know the rules..” you tease as let your panties drop and turn to put your knees on the couch, “I sleep with one of you, I sleep with all of you.”

Harry clenches his jaw and steps forward, tightly gripping your hips, “Then this secret is sealed between just us then, yeah?” He pushes his cock inside of you without warning, pushing it as deep as he can get it.

You slap a hand over your mouth to try and muffle your moans. Harry felt so fucking good inside of you, he had you needing to scream.

“Fuckfuck, yesyes!” You whine and moan, ��H-Harry.”

Your hands grip the back of the couch as Harry’s grip on your hips stays tight. He pulls your hips back to meet his thrusts, “Do you like being treated like a whore?”

Harry slides a hand up your back and grabs a fist full of your hair, “Huh?” He pulls and you whimper, “Y-yes I do.”

Harry groans lowly, “Fucking hell, such a dirty little girl, hmm.” He digs his fingers into your shoulder and hip, “I knew you weren’t innocent.”

You moan and titl your head back, “I’m gonna cum.. I’m gonna cum..” you whine in a whispered tone.

You clench his cock with the walls of your cunt, moaning as you feel yourself spill over the edge. Your body is overcome with pleasure and your push your hips back into his.

You must have gotten a wee bit too loud because Harry leans forward and pressed his hand over your mouth.

You close your eyes as he slowly thrusts his hips, guiding you through that first high.

“You’re such a nasty cock hungry little slut, fuck, come here..” He pulls out and has you lay down on the couch. He positions himself over top of your body, holding your leg out to the side as he slips his cock back in.

He moans as he slowly builds back up into the pace he was at before.

He presses his lip against yours, roughly making out with you for a few moment before leaning back, “gotta be quiet, sweetheart, can’t let anyone know how good my cock feels inside of that soaked cunt of yours.”

You moan against his lips, clenching around him as you feel another orgasm coming on.

“Gonna cum again, fuck. You really wanted me didn’t ya.” Harry moans and bites his lip as he watches your facial expressions change.

You nod your head and whimper, “Y-yes.. fuck, yes..” you moan quietly and arch your back, “Should have just done this a while ago.”

Harry presses his lips to yours and slides a hand down to one of your tits. His fingers fine your nipple and slowly starts to roll it around.

He swallows your moans as your orgasm washes over.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling yourself to him as his thrusts start to get sloppy.

“Fuck.” You curse quietly as you come down from your high. Harry rests his head on yours as he tries to control his rapid breathing.

“So, no one will know about this.” You whisper with a laugh.

“No one will know.” Harry assures you with a kiss to the forehead.

He slowly pulls out and stands up, walking over to the bathroom to grab some towels. He hands you one and cleans himself off with another.

You change into your comfy non-stage clothes and quickly pack your things to take to the tour bus, “how are you getting out of here?”

Harry buttons up his shirt and shrugs, “You can go first, I’ll stay in here and you text me when they’re all waiting on me.”

You nod, “Okay. Yes that’s good.” You smile and walk over to him. His eyes follow you and he looks down, “You’re so beautiful.”

You smile and look away, “Shut up.”

He smiles, “No, y/n.” He makes you look at him, “I don’t want you just for sex. I want to be with you.”

You lean into him, “Really?”

He nods, “I get so jealous when the other guys flirt with you, but I have to not care because you’re-“ he uses his fingers to do air quotes, “Not mine.”

You shake your head, “If we can keep this under wraps, I’m all yours. And if we don’t. We’ll, I’m still yours.”

He nods once, “You mean that?”

You lean up and he brings his head down and you kiss him.

“I mean that, now. I must go. I’ll text you and act like you’re being an inconvenience when really it’s me.” You laugh and Harry shakes his head, “wait.”

He walks over to you and kisses you one more time, “I’m so sneaking you into my bunk tonight.”

You smirk and nod, “Alright. See you then.” You smile and walk out of the room and make your way to the bus.

You get on and let out a sigh of relief when you see that Liam is the only one on the bus, “Where is everyone?”

Liam looks up from his phone and raises his hands and let’s them drop, “No idea, y/n.”

You put your bag in the bunk that is right above Harry’s, you got lucky with that too.

You walk over and sit down next to him. Moments later, Niall and Louis make their way onto the bus, laughing. They throw their stuff where it goes and walk over to you and Liam.

“Where’s Harry?” Niall asks sitting down next to you.

You shrug, “I haven’t seen him since right before we left the stage, I’ll text him.”

You pull your phone out,

You: Harry. Where are you? We’re ready to go.

You wait a few moments before texting again,

You: Hello.

You: Harold. We’re waiting on you.

Harry: Jesus Christ I’m coming

“Guys. He’s coming. And he doesn’t seem happy.” You look around, “I texted him three times and he responded with ‘Jesus Christ in coming’ period.”

“What’s gotten him all pissy now?” Louis asks as he rolls his eyes.

“Nothing has gotten me all pissy now, Louis.” Harry says as he walks back to you guys. His eyes stay on you and you can tell he’s fighting a smirk.

“Just the way you answered me. Seemed pissy to me.” You lean back and cross your arms. Harry looks over at you, “I’m fine, y/n.”

“Someone needs a nap.” Louis mumbles with a slight laugh.

“Shut up.” Harry laughs, “I am going to bed though.”

“Yeah.” Liam yawns, “Me too.”

“Fine I guess I’ll go to bed too.” Louis huffs and goes to his bunk. Niall taps the table, “Night ladies and gents.”

Harry nods as Niall walks by him and he looks at you with a look that instantly makes you want to get on your knees for him.

“Wait twenty minutes tops.” He mouths and you nod.

He winks at you before climbing into his bunk and you lean back, trying to prepare yourself for these next twenty minutes and hope to god the other boys go to sleep right away.

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; best friend!harry styles x best friend!fem!reader

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; harry’s always been there to lend a listening ear to his best friend. he shows her just how much he cares for her in the best way he knows how.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬; childhood friends to lovers, just fluff.

Y/N and Harry have been friends for as long as either of them can remember, all they can remember is that as little kids Harry would constantly come up to her in school and compliment her choice of nail polish. Time seems to blur by after that, the two young kids would spend their time discussing anything and everything that came to mind, the conversations never seeming to dull as they grew older. They stayed close throughout their school years and the years after they graduated, that was until he signed up for the X-Factor and won, being grouped together with four other boys and hence One Direction was born.

She was always supportive of his dream and wanted nothing more than him to be happy, so she happily sat on the sidelines and cheered from a distance. She was always one of the first to get their albums and she would attempt to get in contact with Harry as much as she could, but his rising fame and busy schedules it was hard to find the time to carry out a conversation. Conversations over the phone skimmed down to brief texts to check in, FaceTime calls filled with jokes turned into seeing him on the television screen, he barely had time for her anymore and it sucked.

Neither one had ever thought about the idea of not having the other in their life and now that it seemed it happening, she wishes they’d gotten the chance to talk about everything before Harry left to be a star. It was a big change to try to adapt to if she’s being honest, she went from seeing him numerous times a week and hanging out in her room to only being able to see him through a screen, it’s almost as if he was never there to begin with. If it weren’t for the woven bracelet sitting on his arm, she’d think he’d completely forgotten about her and that’s the worst thought ever. As happy as she is for him, the thought of him never being in her life again stirs a terrible feeling in her chest.

Years go by and it seems like Harry’s trying harder now to bring back the friendship, he’s texting more responses and making conversation while he’s getting his hair done, she expects pictures each time, sending her snippets of the songs they’re currently working on and she listens to each one right before bed in order to feel closer. She watches him grow up through a screen and magazines, his band goes on more interviews and they release more music and they go on tour. It seems as if so much is happening in such short time, and that feeling in her chest is back again when she realizes she’s missing out on all the major turning points in his life.

It saddens her to think about how much information she actually misses out on one day when she’s sprawled out on her bed in comfy clothes, her phone propped up on a pillow as she stares at the screen. Harry’s face fills the screen as she’s on FaceTime with him while he’s getting his hair ready for their tour.

“I still say you do a little ponytail.” She can’t help but laugh at her poor excuse of a joke, she’s been at this for the past couple minutes and the hairstylist has given up on listening to her ideas. He laughs loudly before clearing his throat.

“I’ll stick with my curls. How’s everything over there?” He asks and she sighs sadly, it’s when she has to be reminded that he isn’t here sucks.

“S’fine, I just miss you.” She doesn’t miss the way his face lights up at her admission.

“Miss you too, hopefully I’ll be home soon for a bit.”

More years passed, he came home whenever he was able to their friendship remained the same, while it’s not back to normal - it’s as normal as it’ll get when you’re friends with a member of a very popular boy band. He’d eagerly wrap her up in his arms before greeting the rest of his family, breathing her scent in deeply and he pulls away with a smile reserved just for her. It’s one that’s full of happiness and longing, she know that smile all too well because it’s the same one she gives him over the phone. She’d follow him around as he talks with everyone, only adding her input in when necessary. His family is hers as well, she’d even started making jokes with Anne about calling her mom in which she’d laugh before agreeing in how she sees her as one of her own.

It was the days he left to go back to his fame that hurts the most, a day full of holding back tears as she bids him goodbye with a tight hug and word’s whispered in each other ears. He would always promise to call as much as he can and she would simply nod with teary eyes. After several emotional goodbyes, Harry finally tears away from her and waves one last goodbye and he’s off. He’s off to go back to being a pop star, surrounded by his new found friends and his adoring fans and she already misses him more than ever.

She stayed with him throughout the entire span of his band and when he’d come home years later and said the band had broken up, she couldn’t help the part that was relieved that he was back for good now. He was home and she couldn’t have been happier, well maybe Anne and Gemma were happier but it doesn’t matter, she has her best friend back and that’s all she cares about. He spent as much time as he could with her and before they know it, the friendship was actually closer than it was before. He’d never judge her for her choice of men she’d date and she was always the one to reapply the coat of paint onto his hands.

Years passed and he released two albums, and in the process of writing another one, he was just stuck on a couple of songs. So while he was stuck working on his music, she’d go on dates. She’d managed to have several relationships throughout the years but Harry was always there to lend an ear as she would about horrible they are. He’d always known how a date when by how she entered the house, a door slamming shut accompanied by the sound of her bag hitting the floor her bag and plopping herself on the bed indicates a bad date or an ending of a relationship and today is no different.

He hears the sound of the door slamming shut accompanied by a loud huff as she stomps towards his bedroom. He can’t help but to sigh as he turns off his phone and setting to the side, ready to give her all of his undivided attention. Her footsteps become louder as she gets closer until he can hear her in front of his door, a soft knock fills the space and he quickly tells her it’s unlocked. She barges in with teary eyes and her body radiating anger, plopping herself into his bed and looking at him for the green light to begin her rant.

“Go ahead, what happened this time?” She nods softly before her mouth opens and words spill out of them.

“He’s such a dickwad, Harry. A misogynistic asswhipe. It’s been a month Har and he’s already talking about he wants me to stay home. He barely even talks to me as is!” He nods as he listens, he can’t help but to feel bad for his best friend to listen to her stories about guys that don’t care about her the way she deserves.

He’s heard almost every story in the book and he despises every time she gets excited about a new date. She’ll get happy and bounce around while she asks for his opinion on what to wear. He listens as she rambles on about hopefully this is different, she just has a feeling, and every time it’s just the same outcome just a different story line. It’s always ghosting after they hook up, they take advantage of her sweet personality, or they always assume she’s gonna put out before they even start the date. He knows she hates having to constantly have sex with so many people but in her words, it’s the only way she’s able to have somewhat of a love life.

It seems almost every other week, it’s the same story just different people and he takes notes of all the names listed. He remembers the most recent one, the one that would barely converse with her until late at night because he doesn’t wanna sleep alone, the conversation would linger for the day after in order to keep her hooked just for it die right back out and get her hopes up. All of her stories break his heart piece by piece, it clicks in his head as he holds her on his arms and allows her to let out all the emotions.

He’ll stay up late as he writes down lyrics in his notebook and record voice notes on his phone as he plays with the structure. He needs this to be just right, to portray the story and emotions he has in his head from his best friend. She never once questioned why he listened more intently now and would tap his thigh after she said certain things, would just bask in the moment and care for her best friend after a bad day.

At the beginning of April, Harry would mention how he’s performing for Coachella and offered to take her with him, so she can experience him in concert first hand. He’d beg and plead but ultimately left the decision up to her. He’d never force her to do anything she didn’t want to do, he just wanted to experience this first hand in a futile attempt to show he was listening to every word she said, to show he cares for her deeply and to attempt to make up for the years they’d lost while he was in One Direction.

She ended up agreeing to go, and he quickly bought her tickets and make sure she has the best seats and the best view always, after all this could possibly change everything and it’s important to him that she gets this experience. So they drove over to California, the sound of their curated playlist just for this occasion blasting through the speakers as they drive down the street. Both parties happy as ever as they continue their journey across states, taking turns singing their favorite songs when they happen to come on.

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The crowd is loud, full of fans waiting to see their favorite artists. The air is filled with the buzz and excitement mixed in with eager anticipation. Harry slowly walks up on stage and the crowd yells, going crazy as he prances down the catwalk wearing a rainbow sequined jumpsuit, catching the light and reflecting it back onto the fans. She watches with eager eyes as he introduces himself, resulting in more screams and she can’t help but to chuckle lightly at his adoring fans.

The show passes, he sings and she’ll sing along to the ones she knows, she’s happy to be able to watch him in his natural habitat. He pauses the show real quick to introduce the next song.

“Alright, we’re gonna sing a new song for you. This is the first time we’ve played it for anyone, so please be gentle. Who in the audience has ever had a boyfriend?” The crowd erupts into loud yells and whoops in agreement, and her eyes stay on Harry drinking him in.

“Who in the audience has never had a boyfriend?” More screams fill the air and she laughs lightly.

“This song is special to me, and I hope that someday it’ll be special to you as well. To boyfriends everywhere… fuck you.” He smiles lightly and grabs onto the mic, the crowd becoming even louder as the beginning chords begin to play through the speakers.

Boyfriends, they think you’re so easy. They take you for granted.

She can feel her heart shrink and then begin to swell as the melody and the soothing sound of his voice flowing into her ears. His eyes are closed as he sings, and she can’t help the tight feeling in her chest with every line. She knows why he was so adamant on her coming to this show and why he didn’t let her hear the album when he finished with it, it’s all clicking with every minute that passes.

You, you love a fool who knows how just to get under your skin. You, you still open the door. You’re no closer to him, now you’re halfway home. Only calling you when, don’t wanna be alone. Oh, and you go. Why? You don’t know.

She can’t help the sob that escapes from her lips, her body shaking at the realization of just how good of a best friend she has. He’s been there since day one and hasn’t let the fame or fortune change their dynamic and she’s never been more grateful. His eyes open and they wander over the crowd until he spots her, teary eyes as she furiously wipes them away in an attempt for him not to see them.

His heart softens as he watches her, her gaze never leaving him other than to close her eyes to try to stop more tears from falling. He can’t help the warmth rising through his body at the sight, he’s proud of himself for being able to write this song so perfectly but he’s mainly proud of her for choosing to wanting to continue dating, for choosing to keep putting herself out there. He tears his eyes away from her to look over the crowd again, smiling softly at a fan before waving at them, their faces match hers and he smiles. He’s made such an impact and the album isn’t even released yet.

The show ends and he runs off stage only to be greeted with his best friend’s angry face, her cheeks coated with tears as she walks towards him.

“This is why you wanted me to come so bad?” He nods his head as he holds out his arms, he knows she needs a hug.

“Don’t want it! You should’ve told me, you fucker.” He knows she’s been bad at expressing her emotions so she doesn’t mean it to sound so harsh. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots his bodyguard standing straighter, preparing to protect him from the emotional girl but he simply holds his hand out and shakes his head.

“M’sorry lovie. Didn’t wanna ruin the surprise. Wasn’t meant to make you cry.” His voice is soft and she shakes her head and laughs.

“Well you did, and everyone else watching was crying too!” Her voice wavers as she yells, her fist coming in contact with his chest so he quickly wraps his arms around her.

“I will listen to you always, you deserve the best. You don’t deserve the way those boys treat you, promise you’re worth so much more than that.” She sniffles as she wraps her arms around his waist, burrowing her face into his chest.

She feels overwhelmed with everything happening, all springing in her face at once, emotions she never realized she had for her best friend hit her like a truck and that’s all it takes for the dam to break, tears flooding onto his t-shirt as his grip on her tightens. He gently kisses the top of her head before she pulls away, her eyes glassy and puffy but full of love and appreciation.

“Love you, Har. So much.” He smiles before kissing her head once more and she sighs happily.

“I can give you the world, it’s always been you. No one else, just you. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember.” She nods before her eyes glance to his lips and back, quick enough to see his eyes dart back to hers. The world seems to fade away as they stand in their embrace, staring into each others eyes, in this moment it’s just them.

No crazy fans, no cameras, no loud music. He’s not some famous celebrity, he’s just Harry and she’s just his best friend as they teeter over the thin line. She leans forward slowly, allowing him time to reject her advances and for them to stay friends, but it never comes. He leans in as well, and before they know it, their lips mesh together softly. The kiss is soft, sweet and tender, one that replicates their friendship over the years and the amount of pure and genuine love they shared. She pulls away with a soft giggle and he gives her a gentle squeeze before they head back to their car, hand in hand and both of their bodies radiating nothing but happiness.

He’s never been one to keep secrets, but he’s glad he kept this one.

[bonesandchalamet]

welcome to the final show - h.styles

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pairings: harry styles x reader!

warnings: fluff

a/n: in my depressed era now that tour is over ☹️

it’s over. it’s somehow a bittersweet ending that for some reason, you never saw actually coming to an end. he’s exhausted, but his heart has never been so full seeing his fans send the love right back to him night after night, and this one seems to get to him more.

family, friends, team members, band members, and even celebrity guests all approach his sweaty body first. fist bumps, high fives, and hugs are all he knows for the next couple of minutes, until the crowd of loved ones part like the sea to reveal you. a kiss would be nice, he thinks to himself. after all, it’s the second most magical thing he could experience after his final performance.

“you did such a good job, h.” you launch your body into his. the smell of his heightened body odor doesn’t bother you in this moment. you just press yourself further into him before pulling away and giving him what he wants. a kiss.

“you enjoy it?” he asks like it’s a ever question. every moment of each show was more than enjoyable, so when he sees you roll your eyes he knows. he knows you loved every second until it was over.

“go get changed.” you point in the direction of his dressing room, and it hits him. the emptiness in his gut appears once again attempting to swallow him. this was over. the performing would actually stop and he could have a break. you can already see the wheels turning in his head, he’s wondering what he’ll do with his free time. he’s never had this much of it since COVID.

“what if I want to stay in this?” he gestures to the gold fringe suit he’s wearing, the vest showing off his beautiful abs and butterfly tattoo. one of his best outfits, you thought to yourself when you saw him enter the stage.

“I won’t mind that.” you smile, cheeks hurting so badly from the whole night of doing so, but you still press on watching his eyes light up at your approval.

you know why he doesn’t want to take it off. it’ll be like admitting the best thing thats ever really happened to be over. that him hearing his fans scream when the lights drop, sing his lyrics back to him, and dance to his songs will be over. the joy he brought to millions upon millions would finally stop. for the first time, he could fly home and have no where else to be later.

“I bet he’ll sleep like a baby tonight.” Anne wraps her arms around your shoulders, a tight smile on her lips and tear stained cheeks that match yours. she’s proud of her sons accomplishments, but she knows he’s ready to go home. she knows he’s ready to sleep in your arms for hours upon hours.

you nod in agreement watching him trot off to Lloyd, his camera hung around his neck showing the band members his photography of the night.

“I got this picture of you, y/n.” Lloyd’s eyebrows wiggle in a mischievous way, harry taps his shoulder with his index finger begging to show him already.

“calm down!” Lloyd laughs, his thumb clicking through the photos until it stops and settles on, what you believe, is an image of you.

harry takes the camera in his hands, a small smile forms on his lips as he stares long and hard at the picture. it’s like if he blinks the image of your visibly tears streaming down your cheeks, bright smile, and pink boa would all go away.

“I love this picture, can you print it out for me?” harry taps the small screen, and he talks with Lloyd like you’re not there. the camera gets passed around to band members again, and your image fades with the millions of other ones.

“was it a good picture?” you ask him when he’s finally moved on from the group and back over to you.

“darling, the best picture ever. going to have it framed forever.” he presses his lips against your temple, arms wrapping around your body, and once again you’re pulled into his sweaty body.

“going to have this night framed for ever as well. it was one for the books.” you watch him nod, arms wrap tighter around you for a second, “now let’s go home, h.”

“I couldn’t have agreed more, let’s go home.”

[grapejuicestyless]

Harry Styles x Fem!reader

HSLOT(2018) tour photographer y/n pt.2

Faceclaim: Blanca Soler

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harrystyles Indianapolis, live on tour. Shot by @yourusername

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harryscherries The clothes everywhere😕❤️

harryfan01 isn’t the shirt he’s holding the one y/n wore yesterday? And isn’t that her suitcase?

harryfan04 why is he going through y/n’s clothing?

harrysflowers because let’s be honest, she has better fashion sense than half of his fandom at least.

yourusername it’s so homey back here.

harrystyles harry’s home!

harryskiwi I have been waiting patiently everyday since tour started for these mouth watering photos y/n takes everyday.

harryshearts real.

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yourusername Some photos from the archives to celebrate the last leg of tour wrapping up soon. Lots of love to the Styles team and the boss man himself. ❤️

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harrystyles pinch me.

harryfan01 IT CANT BE ENDING ALREADY?

harryfan04 y/n and her photos will be deeply missed in the next coming months.

harryscherries I LOVE HER SO MUCH FOR THIS.

yourusername sharing is always caring and lucky for you, I care slightly enough.

harryskiwi queen shit.

timotheechalamet My best friend is so good at what she does.

taylorswift might need to get you on board for my final shows for old times sake.

yourusername call me for your next tour and I’ll be there. For now I will be snoozing after for months.

mitchrowland 📸📸📸

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harrysonlyangel new photos of y/n and Harry got leaked from some of the HSLOT band members iCloud. There were a few more but I think I might get my account shut down if I share.

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harrysonlyangel I realize I made the other photos sound bad 😭 they were just of them kissing in some bar. It’s not what I made it out to be 😭😭😭

harryskiwi they were still traumatizing.

harryscherries I don’t know who I’m more jealous of….

harryfan01 you guys are gonna scare her off. We NEED these photos guys.

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harrystyles what the shirt says.

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yourusername 🤭

mitchrowland 👏👏👏

sarahjones perfect response.

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yourusername guys…I have a problem…my boss…is so hot.

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harryscherries THIS IS SO ICONIC.

harrystyles hard launch, huh.

yourusername sorry who are you?

harryskiwi oh my, I love her.

taylorswift 👏👏👏

harryfan01 this is honestly such a good response. Your personal business got leaked and you made the best of it. Honestly, queen.

harryfan04 I love you.

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There will be a third part!!!

[sparkrls]

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SERIES

Wattpad:

Keep Driving

in which Alliah Mendoza is a singer-songwriter on the rise, and her final leap to fame is when the internationally recognized popstar Harry Styles has her as an opener for Love on Tour.

Bonus: The Brits

Mastermind

in which Adelaide Heathers is a singer-songwriter who finds a home with five boys in a band, One Direction, and falls in love with one of the members, Harry Styles.

Must Be Love

in which Vivienne Devon is a photographer who took photos for One Direction, became best friends with Niall Horan and then had a fallout. After two years of not talking, she's photographing Flicker Sessions.

Blurb:

Bandmates

in which Harry loves to sing and wear rings, and Y/N loves to play guitar and wear short skirts. And they’re just a bit too into each other

ONE-SHOTS/BLURBS

Youtuber!Y/N x Harry Styles

in which Y/N is a Youtuber who does videos on celebrity gossip, then gets cancelled for the unethical nature of her channel. And finds her way to Harry to be better and learn from her mistakes.

The Brits

bonus content from my series, Keep Driving, in which Alliah Mendoza and Harry Styles attend the Brits and fluff ensues

simple questions

in which Harry is eager to make his girl happy and she just wants answers to simple questions

girl uncle

in which Harry becomes an uncle and has a bad case of baby fever

delayed proposal

in which Harry’s got a few secrets up his sleeve and Y/N just wants to know if he’s going to propose

[avatar-anna]

I feel like there has to be a time when the kids are so over being on your: they hate the moving, being woken up at ungodly hours, etc. So is there a point in the document where harry and y/n shed light on how touring is/can get to be too much for the kids?

Id love to see the kids interacting with the Pauli mitch and the rest of the band for the love on tour doc fic

Young dad!Harry x Young mom! Reader universe

Part 1 Part 2

bold and italics: camera directions, or what you would be seeing as a viewer of the documentary in person

just italics: interviewer questions, or people who are speaking off camera

Love on Tour: The Documentary, Part 3

In an interview room sits a man with long hair and a beard, The screen reads, “Mitch Rowland: guitarist and long-time friend of Harry Styles.”

“So, how long have you known Harry?”

“Forever it seems like,” Mitch says. “But a few years now.”

“And how long have you known Y/n and the kids?”

Mitch grins, as if recalling a memory. “Almost as long, but not quite.”

“Do you remember when you found out he had a family?”

“It was the most bizarre day,” Mitch says. “We were filming and recording a bunch of songs off the first album that was going to be in a documentary. No one knew at the time. I remember Y/n, Simone, and Collette being there but not really knowing why. I think I thought they were some executive’s family member who got invited to watch Harry record the songs or something like that. And H would go over every now and again to talk to Y/n, but they weren’t like, overly affectionate or anything, and obviously Y/n had her hands full with the baby. I thought he was just being nice.nBut then there was a point where the baby would not stop crying.”

Cut to Y/n’s interview.

“I was so embarrassed. It was the first time we got to do something like that. Me, Simone, and Collette, I mean. I was always so used to having to stay behind with the girls and hear about Harry’s day after the fact. But Jeff told Harry that we could come, that no one knew who we were anyway, and as long as we kept a low profile it would be fine, so I thought, why not, you know?”

Back to Mitch’s interview.

“And I could see Y/n in the corner bouncing the baby and doing whatever she could to get Collette to stop crying, and everyone was kind of aware of this young woman that no one really knew holding everything up. I was about to ask Harry if he knew Y/n, but he walked over to where she was, and they had a quick conversation before he took the baby and walked off while Y/n stayed with Simone. By that point Jeff had called for a fifteen-minute break, so everyone was splintering off but still kind of watching Harry walking around with some random woman’s baby.”

“Except it wasn’t a random baby, obviously.”

“Right, but at the time I remember giving Sarah a look. I think she put it together quicker than I did because she just kind of smiled and shook her head.”

Cut to an interview with a young woman who is introduced as, Sarah Jones: drummer and long time friend of Harry Styles.

“The baby immediately stopped crying when he picked her up,” she says like it’s obvious. “And you could tell that this was not Harry’s first time holding and comforting a baby. He looked like he’d been doing it for years. He looked completely at ease, and so did the baby.”

Back to Mitch’s interview.

“What was your initial reaction when you found out?”

“Shocked, I guess?” he says. “I didn’t really know him from One Direction, everything I knew about H was from our interactions together, and he didn’t let it slip. Not once. I remember asking him once if he was seeing anyone and he kind of just shrugged and was like, ‘I’m perfectly happy with the way my life is right now,’ which to me sounded like he was happy being single, but obviously he was raising a family when he wasn’t in the studio. I think he and Y/n would’ve just had Collette when we first met.”

Back to Harry’s interview.

“Did you plan on expanding your family after One Direction?”

Harry raises his brows at the camera. “I see were fishing for some steamy answers,” he jokes. “But honestly? Yeah. Y/n and I had a lot of long conversations about what we wanted. And I think in the back of our heads we wanted more, but weren't sure if it would be, like, allowed while I was still in the band. And we were still pretty young. I planned on taking some time off after the band, and we thought we were as ready as anyone could be. I mean, there’s no surprise like finding out your pregnant at seventeen, so…”

“What was that day recording in the studio like?”

“Collette was teething, which was why she was crying so much,” Harry explains. “And I knew that Jeff, Y/n, and I kind of had a plan for how the day would play out. There were cameras around for the album documentary, so we had to be careful, but everything was going well, but when I saw Y/n struggling, I knew I couldn’t just leave her to deal with Collette and Simone by herself when she was having a hard time. And, you know, that was my baby. Hate hearing her cry and all that.”

Then, he adds, "But before that I was over the moon that they were there. That I could show Simone what I did for work, even if it was from far away."

Back to Jeff’s interview.

“So what did you do?”

“I told everyone that Y/n was a friend of mine who was shadowing me for the day and her sitter canceled last minute. Somehow everyone bought it.”

“But how did Collette end up in the other documentary?”

“Harry and I both saw the final footage before it was released,” Jeff says. “But there was no indication that Harry was the father of the baby he was holding, and Y/n and Simone stayed out of the camera’s way. Collette was still so little, so she didn’t have any distinguishable features. It just looked like she was some random baby on set that day.”

Back to the interview with Simone, Collette, Maeve, and Julian.

“Collette, how does it feel to be in a documentary when you were just a baby?”

“I was a movie star!”

“Now we all get to be in a movie,” Maeve says. “Except for GiGi and Natalia. They’re too little.”

Back to Mitch.

“What it’s it like going on tour with Harry’s family?”

“Honestly? It’s fine. I think for obvious reasons, H has always been selective about who he travels with on tour, and not just for the sake of keeping his secrets. None of us are the ‘sex, drugs, rock and roll’ types, which helps when you’ve got little kids running around or riding on the bus with you.”

Cut to a montage of clips from Love on Tour: a rehearsal onstage with Mitch, Sarah, Pauli, Ny Oh, Harry, Simone, Collette, and the twins. Collette is on Pauli’s shoulders while Simone is sitting at the drum kit. Harry is holding Julian while Maeve clings to his leg; another clip of the Love Band on a tour bus with Simone and Collette playing a board game; Simone playing peek-a-boo with a baby boy and baby girl whose faces are blurred for privacy; Harry and Y/n asleep with all their kids on a hotel bed, a baby curled up on Harry’s chest; Mitch showing Julian how to play the guitar.

Harry’s Voiceover: Obviously it isn’t always easy traveling with five kids, one of them being a few months old. And there was the added risk with Covid and everything. There were times when we had some very…cranky children, especially the first few nights of tour when everyone was trying to get back into the swing of things and Y/n and me were trying to figure out a schedule that worked best for the kids.

Back to Y/n and Harry’s interview.

“How did you make it all work?”

“When I’m on my own, I usually just sleep on the tour bus, but a hotel room is a lot more practical when you’ve got the whole family,” Harry says.

“A suite,” Y/n says, almost dreamily. “The girls and Julian would share a room connected to ours, and Geneva would sleep with us, though by the time we woke up, there could be any number of new additions in our bed.”

“Then I would do school with Simone and Collette in the morning before I had to leave for rehearsals and take the twins with me while Y/n finished up the older girls’ schooling for the day, and then they would come meet us after. We’d have lunch together, and then Y/n would either go exploring with the kids or hang out at the venue or the hotel.”

“That was the plan we’d made, anyway,” Y/n says. “There was hardly a time where it went perfectly, but we made it work. And Sarah toured with her son, which made me feel a little less alone when Harry was off doing whatever and a little less crazy.”

Back to Sarah’s interview.

“I had one baby to look after and I was exhausted,” Sarah says. “Y/n and Harry had a baby and four other kids to look after. And Harry’s a great dad and everything and so good about doing his part, but Y/n really is a rockstar in her own right. She even helped me with my son a few times.”

Back to Harry and Y/n’s interview.

“Hear that?” Harry asks. “You’re a rockstar.”

“Oh hush,” she says to him. Then, to the camera, she says, “I don’t know a lot about music or performing, but I do know a thing or two about getting a baby to fall asleep.”

More clips of Love on Tour behind the scenes, but these seemed to be centered around Y/n. Her and Harry in the back of a tour bus while his head is in her lap as she runs a hand through his hair; Y/n in a dressing room with the Love Band laughing before they go onstage, Y/n reading to all the kids in a hotel room; driving a golf cart around a venue with Maeve, Julian, Simone, and Collette riding with her as she yells, “Thanks for the tip, Louis!” to the camera.

Back to Y/n’s solo interview.

“I tried to make it as fun as possible for them. It…Touring is not exactly Disneyland or the playground, but I did what I could. Golf carts, hotel pools, you name it. I think at one point a small slide got added to the crew’s packing list so that the kids could play when they were tired of watching rehearsals.”

“Would you have done anything differently?”

Y/n shakes her head. “No. I think going on tour as a family was the right thing for us at that time. Simone and Collette were doing full-time homeschool, and H and I would do some preschool lessons with the twins. Maybe some parents will judge me, but they’ve also never been in my position before. I know what’s best for my family, and at the start of the tour, staying together wasn’t up for debate.” 

“But you eventually went home.”

“Yes,” she says. “When it was time. Maeve and Julian were having a hard time with not having as consistent of a sleep schedule, getting everyone up and going early in the morning was difficult, but for me, the thing that bothered me the most was how isolated they were.”

“How do you mean?”

“Harry’s tour was obviously right at the start of when things were opening back up, and before that, it was just us in the house during lockdown,” Y/n says. “Not being around children your own age affects a child, and I wanted my kids to have friendships outside of each other, build social skills, that kind of thing, and they weren’t going to get that while touring with a bunch of adults.”

Back to Harry’s solo interview.

“How did you feel when Y/n and the kids went home?”

“Bummed, obviously,” Harry says, scratching at the stubble on his chin. “I agreed with Y/n when she said it was time to enroll Simone and Collette in school and find a preschool for the twins, and honestly, I didn’t want Y/n to stretch herself thin with having to homeschool the girls when she went back. She already does so much. I knew why they had to go back home, and I always want what’s best for my family, but after having them around on tour…It was an adjustment for sure.”

Back to Sarah’s interview.

“You would’ve thought Y/n had broken up with him,” she jokes. “He moped for weeks after Y/n took the kids home. He was the same as always onstage, but once a show ended, he was on the phone.”

Back to Harry’s interview.

“I never wanted to go back to the way things were before the pandemic,” he explains. “A big fear of mine was that we’d somehow end up back to that point.”

Back to Y/n’s interview.

“Did you worry about that too?”

“No, I didn’t,” she says. “I know how H felt about it, but I knew he would never make the same mistakes again, and I knew things were different this time. I wouldn't have given him a second chance if I didn't think things were actually going to change. We were on the same page for everything, and he would fly home between shows if he could swing it. He’d have to wear a mask at home the whole time, but he was willing.”

Back to Mitch’s interview.

“I think…I think he was fully aware of what he stood to lose this time around,” Mitch says. “I don’t pretend to know the inner workings of his relationship with Y/n, but I know both of them pretty well. Harry doesn’t take failure lightly and I don’t think Y/n would have let him fail a second time. And there was the other thing.”

“What other thing?”

“I’m not sure I should be the one to say.”

Back to Y/n’s interview.

“I got pregnant on tour. Did H already tell you that?”

Back to Harry’s interview.

“Didn’t you say you had a baby sleeping in your bed?”

Harry looks sheepish as he thinks about his answer. He plays with his bottom lip and avoids looking at the camera. He says, “I’m not going to tell you how or where it happened. That’s my wife!”

Harry laughs along with everyone behind the camera. As they all laugh, he tries to speak over them.

“I mean, I promised to be open, but not that open! This is a family show!”

Cut to a rehearsal of the second leg of Love on Tour (2023). The camera goes up to each member of the love band to ask a very serious question.

“Were you surprised when Harry told you Y/n was pregnant?”

“Uh…no,” Elin says. 

“You could definitely tell something was up,” Ny Oh says. “Harry was calling and texting whenever he wasn’t needed. And he was sometimes a little…high strung.”

“I would’ve put money on it,” Jeff says when Pauli tells him the question as he walks by.

Sarah shrugs as she says, “Y/n told me to keep an eye on Harry before she left, and before that, you could sense this energy between her and H. Like they had this big secret.”

“Secret? Yes. Big?” Mitch shrugs. “Eh. Like Sarah said, you could just kind of tell. And when they had moments alone together, they were giggling like idiots and being all...they were all over each other when the kids weren't looking. In a PG way,” he says, adding the last part as an afterthought.

Pauli says, “I may have heard some things that I maybe shouldn’t have as I was passing a concert bathroo—

The camera cuts off mid-sentence. More behind the scene clips play.

Harry’s Voiceover: The “love” in Love on Tour is broad. When I play a show, I want my fans to feel safe and loved, even if they might not feel that way in their day-to-day lives, in that space and time, they only need to feel love. But on a personal level, all my loves were on tour with me, and while I have loved touring before, it was different having them with me, even if it was short-lived. So calling the tour “Love on Tour” just made sense. There was lots of love to go around.

Back to Harry’s interview.

“And you made love on tour,” Y/n says off-camera.

Harry hangs his head and holds it in his hands. “Jesus Christ.”

The whole room erupts into laughter, including Harry, who still won’t show his face. When he eventually does, his face is bright red.

“A family show! This is a family show!” he insists, but everyone just keeps laughing off-camera. Shaking his head, he says, “Or is it? Now if you excuse me.”

Harry takes his mic off and stands up from his chair. The camera follows his movements as he walks over to where Y/n is still laughing, even when he picks her up and puts her over his shoulder to carry her out of the room. “It was a good joke!” she says, still mic’d up. Then the audio cuts and the screen cuts out like a wink.

[lecsainz]

PICTURES

parings: harry styles x actress!reader

request: Hey, saw u write for Harry Styles! Can u do a oneshot where y/n's parents r famous actors, she n Harry got somethin' goin' on but ain't makin' it official. He's on the Take Me Home tour when she calls him to sort things out 'cause paparazzi pics with other girls surfaced, but he didn't actually cheat.

authors note: OMG haven't written anything about harry in years, like seriously, this brought back sooo many memories 😭

☆. . . masterlist !

Y/N Aniston was the daughter of a renowned actress, yes, Jennifer Aniston herself. She grew up with the media at her feet, and just like her mother, she chose to follow a career in acting. Little did she know that due to her fame, she would end up meeting a singer from one of the biggest boy bands of 2013, who would bring her a lot of headaches.

Harry and Y/N crossed paths during the VMAs, in line for the bathroom. They don't remember when exactly, but at some point during the night, they found themselves in her limousine, having a quickie. However, that quick encounter became a regular thing whenever they met up.

And Y/N developed feelings for the green-eyed boy. She liked him a lot. Maybe she even loved him.

Harry had embarked on the Take Me Home tour, and some photos of him with other girls had been taken by paparazzi. Even though they weren't officially an item, her heart shattered nonetheless. Those pictures felt like daggers to her heart, and they hurt like hell.

And here she was, sitting on her bed, heart almost racing out of her chest, waiting for Harry to appear on the screen.

"Y/N!" Harry's face popped up on the screen, lying on the tour bus bed with a sleepy yet adoring smile.

She managed a small smile, her nerves getting the best of her. "Hey, Harry."

His eyes sparkled as he looked at her. "Missed you."

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. Despite everything, the sound of those three simple words from him still had a powerful effect on her.

"Missed you too," she admitted, her voice soft.

They talked about everything and nothing, the conversation flowing as naturally as it always did between them. But as the minutes ticked by, Y/N knew she couldn't avoid the elephant in the room any longer.

"Harry, about those pictures..." she trailed off, her heart racing.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Y/N, I'm so sorry you had to see those."

She looked down, feeling a mix of emotions. "It's just... hard, you know?"

Harry's expression softened. "I know, love. They're not what they seem."

She raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, they're not real," he confessed, his voice earnest. "It's all a publicity stunt, arranged by Simon."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise. "What? Why?"

"He wants to maintain that image, make me appear as the 'ladies' man' for the fans," Harry explained, frustration evident in his voice. "But it's all a facade. I hate it."

Y/N felt a mix of relief and anger. Relief that the pictures weren't real, and anger that she had been hurt by something so manufactured.

"I had no idea," she admitted, her voice softer now.

Harry's eyes bore into hers. "Y/N, you know I care about you, right?"

She nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah, I do."

"I'm not looking for meaningless flings, Y/N," he said, his voice determined. "I want something real."

She felt her heart race, hope stirring within her. "Harry..."

Just then, the atmosphere on the tour bus shifted as the other members of One Direction appeared on the screen, grinning widely.

"Hey, is that Y/N?" Niall's voice chimed in.

"Y/N!" Louis exclaimed, waving enthusiastically.

“Our favorite girl!" Zayn added.

Y/N chuckled, her heart swelling with fondness for the boys. "Hi, guys! I miss you all."

"We miss you too!" Niall exclaimed.

Y/N's cheeks turned slightly pink as she greeted the rest of the band. She had known them for a while now, having met them through Harry. They had always been incredibly welcoming and friendly towards her.

"Long time no see," Liam said with a warm smile. "How've you been?"

Y/N chuckled. "Oh, you know, just taking over the world."

Harry rolled his eyes playfully. "As if she hasn't already."

Zayn smirked. "You're in good company, Y/N."

Niall leaned in closer to the camera. "Harry talks about you all the time."

Y/N shot Harry a teasing look. "Oh, really? What kind of things does he say?"

Harry's cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "Just good things."

Louis wiggled his eyebrows. "We can all tell he's smitten."

Y/N couldn't help but laugh, feeling a sense of camaraderie with the guys. She had seen them at their goofiest and most genuine moments, and she was grateful for the bond they shared.

"Well, Y/N, if Harry doesn't treat you right, you know where to find us," Zayn said with a wink.

Y/N playfully rolled her eyes. "Thanks, Zayn. I'll keep that in mind."

"We saw those pictures, by the way," Louis said, his tone slightly teasing.

Y/N's cheeks flushed, but she managed a sheepish smile. "Yeah, I guess they're making quite a buzz."

Niall rolled his eyes. "Don't take those too seriously. They're just playing with ya."

"Yeah, Simon probably thought it was good for marketing," Liam added.

Zayn nodded. "It's all part of the game."

Y/N let out a sigh of relief, feeling their genuine support. "Thanks, guys. It's just been a bit overwhelming."

"We know, love," Louis said, his eyes softening. "But remember, you're stronger than the headlines."

Zayn chimed in. "Harry's been a mess ever since those pictures surfaced."

Louis nodded. "Yeah, he's been moping around like a lost puppy."

Y/N's lips curved into a grateful smile. "Thanks, guys. Your words mean a lot to me."

"Anytime, Y/N," Niall grinned. "Now, you make sure to keep our Harry in line, okay?"

Zayn chuckled. "Yeah, we can't have him causing any more trouble."

Harry pouted playfully. "Hey, I'm a changed man."

"Sure you are," Louis quipped, earning a laugh from everyone.

Harry leaned closer to the camera, his voice soft. "They adore you, you know."

Y/N's smile grew warmer. "I can tell. And I adore them too."

The connection was beginning to falter, the image on the screen slightly pixelated as Harry's voice crackled. "I wish I could hear your laugh properly right now."

Y/N chuckled, the sound distorted by the poor signal. "We'll have to fix that soon."

Harry's expression turned more serious. "Y/N, I've been thinking... I want to talk about this face-to-face. This distance between us, it's not fair."

Her heart skipped a beat, hope and apprehension mingling in her chest. "Harry..."

"I mean it," he said with determination. "I want to have an honest conversation, in person. No screens, no miles between us."

Y/N nodded, her own resolve strengthening. "Okay, Harry. When?"

"I'll be back in a few weeks," he replied. "After this leg of the tour. We can find a place to meet up."

She felt a mixture of emotions, excitement and nerves intermingling. "I look forward to it."

"I do too," Harry said softly. "I want us to have a proper conversation, Y/N. No misunderstandings, no miscommunications."

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with anticipation. "I want that too."

As the signal continued to weaken, Harry's voice grew fainter. "I'll see you soon, Y/N."

"Can't wait," she whispered, her voice barely reaching him.

And then, with a final wave and a promise in their eyes, the call disconnected, leaving Y/N with a renewed sense of hope and a countdown to the day when they would bridge the physical and emotional distance that had grown between them.

[lovecanyon]

missing high school sweethearts y/n and harry 🤧

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stylesnews Y/N IS POSSIBLY PREGNANT! via @/deuxmoi today

view all comments harryfan3 i will cry

y/nfan5 THEY DESERVE TO HAVE A BABY OMG

harryfan7 right, they’ve been together forever 😭😭

y/nfan9 "former band member" don’t remind me

harryfan6 these are such fake rumors

y/nfan8 we haven’t seen y/n in literal months…she probably is pregnant

harryfan10 at least we’re getting dilf harry, amen 🙏

y/nfan13 well we all expected it

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hsupdates #RUMOR — after many sightings of y/n pregnant, her and harry may have a child on the way.

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harryfan15 i am praying, please 🙏🙏

y/nfan17 IF THIS IS TRUE I WILL HAVE HAVE A BREAKDOWN

harryfan12 aren’t we all

y/nfan16 at coachella she was wearing baggy clothes…100% she’s pregnant

harryfan18 i love the way they call her y/n styles

y/nfan20 sliding down the wall

harryfan22 is that why she didn’t go to coachella

y/nfan19 she did go! security didn’t let people take photos of her (per harry’s request)

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y/nflorals Y/N OUT ON A WALK IN LONDON TODAY WITH HARRY!

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harryfan28 crying in the club

y/nfan26 love how they cropped out harry 🤭

harryfan25 Y/N IS WEARING HARRY’S CROSS NECKLACE 🫶

y/nfan24 I’M SHAKING

harryfan27 just realizing the child is going to be a nepo baby…

y/nfan29 oh my god….😭😭

harryfan31 a moment in history

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harrystyles Can’t wait to meet you.

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y/nfan30 THIS IS SO CUTE

harryfan32 harry styles is having a child…i am not prepared

yourinstagram your child can’t wait to meet you too, they keep on kicking me.

harrystyles You are such a perfect mother already. I love youuu

y/nfan34 this will keep me up at night 😭

gemmastyles I AM SO HAPPY I’M FINALLY BECOMING AN AUNT!!!

harryfan36 her ring 🥹

harry_lambert screaming

y/nfan38 y/n bagged harry and didn’t look back

harryfan35 as she should

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yourinstagram everybody leave me alone. i’ve had a busy day being pregnant and i have to do it again tomorrow.

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jefezoff best excuse ever.

alexademie ALREADY A MILF 💖

harrystyles So excited.

yourinstagram i can tell. you were swinging your legs back and forth as you typed that.

harrystyles Hey, don’t expose me like that.

zendaya i love this so much

yoursister my friends in there 🥰

pillowpersonpp welcome to the club!!!

harris_reed HAVE A BUNCH OF OUTFITS MADE FOR THEM

annetwist can’t wait to see you tomorrow darling

florencepugh I CRIED AND I WILL CRY AGAIN

alessandro_michele already has gucci campaign’s waiting for them

EXTRAS 💓💖💘💞

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niallhoran Took this photo of Y/N about a decade ago which is insane. Now she and Harry have a baby on the way. Couldn’t be more happier! ❤️

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y/nfan40 oh my god 😭😭

harryfan42 "took this photo of y/n about a decade ago" time passed by that fast

yourinstagram i love you so much blondie!

niallhoran Going back to blonde just for you.

harrystyles Mate you know she will force you to do it for real.

y/nfan45 SCREAMING WTF

harryfan47 i love this so much 🥺

ashemusic THIS MADE MY WHOLE YEAR

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louist91 So happy for you Y/N! Still remember when you and your little sister came to tour the world with us. One of the best years ever. Congrats xx.

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harryfan41 Y/N AND HER SISTER LOOK SO YOUNG

y/nfan48 this photo is so iconic

yourinstagram holy shit, i look like a fetus

yoursister imagine how i feel

harrystyles Oops I forgot I took that photo. Sorryy.

yoursister accidentally gonna "leak" a photo of you. sorry.

emmachamberlain i wanted to be them.

harryfan49 an era to remember 🙏

y/nfan43 had all the fans in shambles when y/n walked out of that tour bus wearing harry’s shirt

harryfan44 twitter had a field day with that one

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zayn Y/N, I am truly so ecstatic that you’re finally gonna become a mother! Just yesterday you and the boys were running around backstage giving Paul trouble.

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harryfan46 y/n is collecting the one direction boys like infinity stones

y/nfan50 i love all the posts of y/n so much 😭

yourinstagram thanks for reminding me to send paul a postcard

zayn He will definitely send it back.

harryfan52 I TOTALLY FORGOT Y/N WAS IN THE 1D DOCUMENTARY OMG…GONNA WATCH IT

harrystyles When she still had a baby face.

y/nfan54 oh to have harry styles as your husband and the father of your child

niallhoran Missing Paul hours.

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liampayne And now they’re parents.

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harryfan51 they were so young 😭

y/nfan53 this is my new lock screen

yourinstagram harry’s hair

harrystyles Oh lord.

harryfan55 i love the way y/n’s pregnancy gives everyone one direction content

oliviarodrigo this photo gives me life….i am for sure hanging it up in my wall

y/nfan57 the content we are getting 🙏🙏

taylorswift true love right there

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[fourseasonscomeandgo]

The Jealousy Playlist: That One Olivia Rodrigo Song.

Pairing: BLACKPINK Rosé x g!n reader.

Word Count: 1k

Genre: Fluff, little Angst.

Rosé always wondered what she would've done if you had liked another Blackpink member instead of her.

From the moment she saw you she knew you would be hers, that you only belonged by her side. So what would she have done if one day you showed up and simply said you liked another one of the girls?

Possibly she would have sunk into her misery and written a bunch of sad songs about you.

Sometimes she thinks it was a waste because those would have been really great songs.

But don't worry, because at this moment she was getting a lot of inspiration for numerous masterpieces.

You had never hurt Chaeyoung, but when you told her that your character in The Idol would have to kiss Jennie's character, that was the first time you did.

And she felt guilty for feeling sad, because it wasn't your fault. Probably if you had known that you would have to make out with Jennie you wouldn't have accepted the role. Neither would have Jennie.

Or would you have?

How does that Harry Styles song go? "Do you think it's easy being of the jealous kind?"

God, it's just seeing her arms around your neck, your hands on her waist. Seeing you smile before kissing someone who isn't her.

She needs to scream.

She needs to stop this.

But she can't.

Because she's not that kind of person.

So she sat and watched as two of her favorite people kissed. The urge to cry took over her, over every one of her senses, but she had to be stronger and push it back inside.

What a curious thing jealousy is, we all know it's wrong, but we really have no idea how to avoid it.

She would like to be able to say that after having to witness that once, the trauma was healed, but the image kept replaying over and over in her head. During these days she hasn't said anything because she knows it's unfair, that it's just your job,

But what if you had enjoyed it?

What if you both knew you would kiss, but didn't tell her?

Stop it.

She has to stop thinking about her partner's lips on her best friend's. It's such a particular thing to evade, though. More so when you and Jennie are baking chocolate chip cookies in her apartment kitchen as if you were the actual couple in here.

"Butter first, butter!" you shout altered at the brunette.

"It doesn't matter the order, y/n, sugar or butter first, who cares, if they'll mix later" she argued as she kept measuring the sugar with a cup.

"But the recipe..."

"Well, I don't follow rules" she interrupted, pouring aggressively the third cup into the bowl.

"That's... a lot of sugar" you observed.

"I'm not going to lie to you" she looked at you listlessly "I don't know how much 160g of sugar is" she admitted.

Oh! And you laughed. Oh! And you hugged her. Oh! And you must be cheating on her.

No.

You wouldn't do that.

Jennie wouldn't either.

You two are the people who love her the most in the world.

Or would you?

Do you love her that much?

Park Chaeyoung, composure.

While the food was in the oven, you cleaned up the kitchen while Rosé watched and judged you both from the living room, once they were done, you brought them to where she was. You took one and took a bite.

"Wow" you covered your mouth in surprise "this" you sighed "it's disgusting".

"It's like eating burnt sugar" added your co-chef.

You shared a look and it sparked a fit of giggles. Jennie threw her body on top of yours and you lay on top of her, both unable to calm down.

That was it,

That was the last straw.

Your girlfriend hadn't even tasted what you prepared, you didn't ask her opinion, it was just the two of you laughing. She can handle you guys making out for a show, but she can't handle you getting along better with her band mate than you do with her, in her own house.

Rosé stood up, quick steps heading toward her room, saying nothing. The abrupt action brought you both out of your bubble, completely hoarding your attention. You stood up and followed her, only to find your girl crying.

"Babe" you let out softly, approaching her.

Jennie walked into the room at the exact moment to see Chaeyoung push your hand away from her body.

"Uh..." terror took place on her face "I think we screwed up."

"You think?" Attacked your partner towards her member "Making cookies in my kitchen, laughing, cuddling, leaving me sideways!"

At first you found it shocking, you never thought you'd see her reacting that way to one of her best friends. You never imagined her reacting that way at all.

"Rosie," Jennie walked up to her, reaching out her arm to catch her. Your girlfriend looked at her with red crystallized eyes, letting herself be touched "we were just hanging out, we would never do anything to hurt you."

"Well, you did hurt me" she took a step backwards away from her, swallowing saliva as if trying to choke the lump in her throat.

"What's this about?" You questioned, with concern "This isn't just about some cookies, is it?"

She placed her eyes on you, despondent, then her head dropped in surrender as she took a breath, gathering courage.

"No, it's just that…" she began, but tears interrupted her "Why did you have to kiss?" she blurted out, finally, cathartically.

You thought for a second, not understanding what she was talking about, but then the memory of the scene where you and Jennie kiss on The Idol came to your mind. You couldn't help the laughter that followed at that memory.

"Is that really the reason why?" you tried to wrap her in a hug, but she quickly refused.

"Why are you laughing?" She said curtly as she wiped her face with the sleeves of her sweater.

"I didn't think you were a jealous person" you tried again to hug her, this time succeeding.

"I'm not" she mumbled against your chest.

"No, you're not" you repeated sarcastically.

"Ow, join me" Jennie joined in the embrace by wrapping her arms around both of you "I wouldn't touch y/n with a laser beam, Chaeng, don't worry"

"We would never hurt you" you affirmed.

[justmystyles]

hiiii! are you able to do something inspired by the interaction between harry and mitch for mitch’s birthday?? but with the reader as a band member! maybe it’s also the readers birthday and harry brings out a cake for her and she gets really shy!

Birthday Girl

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pairing: Harry Styles x band member plus size reader

word count: 512

summary: thanks to harry, you begrudgingly become the center of attention.

a/n: such a cute ask, thank you so much for sending it, my friend! 🖤

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“It’s a very special night here at Love on Tour,” Harry announces. Your face drops instantly, knowing what’s coming next. “You all know our wonderful keyboard player Y/N, right?” The crowd erupts into cheers, and you can already feel the blush rise up your neck. “Well, what you may not know is that today is her birthday!” 

The shouts and whistles seem to amplify as you shoot Harry a dirty look. He grins at you, crooking his finger calling you to join him. You shake your head and mouth the words ‘no way’ to him. He simply chuckles in response. 

You look around to your bandmates for backup, but they are all encouraging you to take your place by Harry’s side for the celebration. Even Mitch gives you a shrug, suggesting your compliance. Harry steps up to your podium and offers you his hand. You take a deep breath, linking your hand with his and following him to center stage. 

“Just go with it, I promise it will be over soon.” He whispers to you as a cake is carried out onstage. 

He wraps one arm around you, holding the microphone to his mouth with the other. “I think we should all sing for her, don’t you?” He counts it off and thousands of people start singing happy birthday to you. 

This is, quite possibly, your worst nightmare. You were the girl who refused to get a drink at your twenty-first birthday dinner, because you were afraid that when they carded you and saw it was your birthday, they would send the staff to sing to you. You hate being the center of attention, that’s why you’re in a band, you don’t lead a band. 

Harry knew this, and yet here you are. He wasn’t doing it in a malicious way, he loves you and wants to celebrate you. He knows you like to hide, and the two of you have done a good job keeping your relationship under the radar, but he will still take any chance to show you off in whatever capacity he can. Your birthday was the perfect opportunity for that. 

As the song came to an end, the cake was held out in front of you for you to blow out the candles. You did so, and immediately covered your face with your hands. Harry laughed, he loved how shy you were, he thought it was adorable. 

“Do you have anything to say, birthday girl?” He asked before moving the microphone in front of you. 

You curl your fingers into your palms, fists resting at the bottom of your chin. “Thanks,” you mumble into the microphone, your fingers immediately coming back up to hide your face. 

Harry smiles and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a hug, making sure the microphone is low enough to not pick up his voice. “Happy birthday, baby.” 

“I’m going to kill you. You know that, right?” You speak against his chest, which you immediately feel rumble with laughter. 

“Worth it.” He replies, kissing the top of your head. 

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affection pt.2

harry styles x personal assistant!y/n series

summary: y/n works for harry as his personal assistant. you've always sort of recognised you have feelings, however chose not to act upon them due to the nature of your relationship. little did you know he also shares your affections

this series will contain abuse of alcohol and drugs, strong language, smut, angst and mental health issues. if you find any of these topics difficult to read or are under 18, please do not read this fic

based on this insta blurb

chapter 2

word count: 7k

warnings: smut, language

-

A couple weeks later, you found yourself back in New York, albeit in a happier place with Harry by your side. After the disastrous lunch and Harry storming off, you had been worried that something you had done had caused him to be in such a bad mood. But he returned later that day, completely having returned to his normal self, and you both never mentioned the lunch again. You knew that something had set him off that day and you weren't really sure what it was but as long as Harry was still your best friend, you didn't really care what it was.

Harry's Halloween shows started tomorrow and due to the added extravagance of them, you had even more to do than usual. Both Harry and the band had costumes being made for them by Gucci but a number of sizing issues had you and Harry Lambert running around New York like crazy people making sure you had the exact stuff for the show. You had just arrived back at the hotel after a long day of this and were looking forward to a bath and some room service when you got a call from a member of Harry's management, roping you into another meeting. You groaned in frustration as it meant you had to go back to the venue which you'd just come from.

"Fuck it!" you exclaimed to no one in particular as you whirled around to hail an oncoming cab. Now you were just angry and tired, having been working since 7am and now you were going to have to sit in a meeting that could run on for god knows how long. You pulled up to the venue and you were still seething with anger but tried to put on a professional face about it. You walked into the meeting room to see members of Harry's management as well as some assistants and crew members all waiting for you.

"Ah, here she is," Jeff said as you quickly found your seat, slightly embarrassed for being the last here.

"Right this is a quick meeting to just run over the schedule for tomorrow so everyone knows where we need to be at what times and what's needed at what points," Jeff began and you could have cried when he said that. You already knew all of this information, you had it committed to memory two days ago. This was going to be the most pointless meeting of the day. Discreetly you pulled out your phone and texted a gym trainer you had met in New York once. He had offered to be your trainer whenever you were in New York and you quickly took him up on the offer. Exercise was one of the ways you release pent up frustration and you had an awful lot of frustration to get rid of right now. He agreed to meet you in the gym down the road after your meeting had ended and you started praying that Jeff would go through this quickly.

An hour later he wrapped things up and you couldn't have got out of there faster. After getting an Uber back to the hotel and changing into your gym kit, you jogged down the road to the gym, warming up slightly as you went.

You pushed open the door of the gym and were met by Jamie, your personal trainer. He grinned when he saw you and opened his arms for a hug.

"Y/N!" he greeted as you gave him a big hug.

"Hi Jamie! It's been too long," you responded letting him go and taking in the man in front of you. You couldn't lie and say Jamie wasn't attractive but you didn't harbour feelings for him like you did for Harry. You just appreciated that he was a good looking man.

"What level of intensity are you feeling today then?" he asked as you started walking towards the main area of the gym.

"High," you responded and he laughed next to you.

"That bad huh?" he guessed and you shook your head in response.

"You don't know the half of it."

-

An hour later you were dripping with sweat, Jamie having put you through an intense circuit. However you felt so much better, the endorphins coursing through you and all the frustration you had earlier in the day had melted away.

"Thank you for that," you said sincerely as you packed away the equipment you had used.

"No problem, you're welcome here anytime. Got any plans for after this?" he asked coyly and you raised your eyebrows, wondering what he was insinuating. He had been a bit touchy during the workout, but you had welcomed it to be fair. Sometimes, you needed something to take your mind off your raging crush on Harry.

"Not really, was just going to order some room service probably," you replied nonchalantly as you began walking towards the door.

"Room for one more?" Jamie proposed and you grinned, hoping he would ask that.

"Hm, I think I might just be able to squeeze you in," you flirted back.

Meanwhile, Harry lay in his room watching a rom-com and looking over his costume plans for tomorrow. He knew his Dorothy costume would attract a lot of attention, mostly good but also some bad from people who didn't like how Harry didn't conform to a masculine way of dressing. He didn't really care about what those people thought, he just wanted to have fun with his clothes and believed removing any societal barriers opened up a whole new arena for him.

The credits of the movie began to play and Harry rolled over to grab his phone to see if he had any messages. He had a few emails going over the plan for tomorrow but nothing from you which he thought was strange. Usually, you would have sent him a message checking up on him or ranting about your day. He knew you were very busy though and decided to give you the benefit of the doubt and presumed you'd text later.

However, half an hour went by and it was nearing 10pm and you still hadn't sent anything. Surely you couldn't still be working now, Harry thought to himself. He decided to go down the corridor and see if you were in your room and check that you were ok. Pushing himself off his bed he grabbed a hoodie and exited into the corridor. Approaching your room he raised his hand to knock when he heard the unmistakable sound of your moan. He froze in place, wondering if he'd actually just heard that when you moaned again. That's when he heard a sound that sent his heart plummeting.

"Fuck Y/N, you're so fucking hot!" a man said followed by another moan from you.

Harry could have kicked the door in at that moment, but instead, he ran back to his room, slamming the door as he did so. He shook with rage at the idea of another man pleasuring you, another man having you in his arms. He knew you had one night stands but often remained blissfully unaware when you had them or who you had them with. Being confronted with it directly made him want to scream with anger. His hands were clenched as he tried to stop himself from punching a hole in the wall. He knew he shouldn't care as much, he knew it shouldn't upset him so badly but the jealousy burned viciously in his chest.

"Fuck!" he exploded as he kicked a bin across the room leading it to slam into the wall and the contents empty across the floor. Harry tried to calm his breathing down. He wanted nothing else but for you to be his and even though he had spent the last 5 years repressing these feelings, they were growing stronger and stronger by the second. He was beginning to think he might have to risk losing his friendship with you by professing his feelings with the slight hope you could return them. He wasn't too sure how much longer he could go on just as your friend.

-

Jamie's thrusts into you were becoming lazier by the second and you could tell he was close to coming. You were a bit relieved as you were nowhere near finishing, and Jamie definitely was not the best sex you'd ever had.

"Fuck, I'm coming," he grunted as he thrust into you for the last time, his cum spilling into the condom. He rolled off you and you immediately got up and went to the bathroom to get something to clean yourself off. That had not been the release you needed at all and you had found yourself faking half your moans as Jamie attempted to finger you, most of the time just rubbing your folds and missing your clit entirely. You found a jumper in the corner of your bathroom and pulled it on, not wanting to be naked in front of him anymore. You re-entered the bedroom, where thankfully Jamie had put on some underwear but was staring at you with a smug look.

"Fuck Y/N that was amazing," he smirked as you nodded, not wanting to burst his little bubble.

"Hey, I don't mean to be rude, but you might have to leave soon. I've got such an early start tomorrow and I need to get to sleep," you lied trying desperately to get rid of him

"No worries babe, just glad I finally got to do this with you," he said as you inwardly cringed. He got up and began pulling back on his clothes while you awkwardly lingered by the door.

"Let's do this again," he said as he pressed a kiss to your lips. You slightly pulled back and nodded, knowing you would never see this man again. Finally, you managed to get him to leave your room and you sighed with relief. You had wanted to have sex with him but about 10 minutes in, it became clear that he wasn't very good at it. You quickly got into the shower, wanting to rid yourself of his scent and wash away the sweat you had accumulated from the workout and the sex. You got out, pulling Harry's jumper back on along with some loose shorts and went into your room to find your phone seeing you had a text from Harry about 3 hours ago.

hey, how's it going? heard abt the last minute meeting 😕 xx

You quickly texted a response.

not too bad, meeting was a drag tho. sorry for the late reply, was at the gym. u ok? x

You decided to neglect the part about Jamie, not wanting to make Harry uncomfortable by bringing up your sex life. After answering a couple more messages, you began to get ready for bed, checking your phone every now and then to see if Harry would respond. As you were getting into bed you noticed Harry had seen your message but not replied. That was odd, as you had asked him how he was at the end of the message. Maybe his phone had died before he had time to reply or something similar. At this point however you were too tired to think straight and chose to ignore it and go to bed.

The next morning, your alarm blared at 7:30 and you awoke with a start momentarily forgetting where you were. Remembering you were in New York and that you had an extremely busy day ahead of you, you pushed yourself to get out of bed and begin the day. You quickly went through your skincare routine before changing into a comfortable yet smart outfit, brushed out your hair and chucked all your stuff in a bag. You were rushing because you wanted to at least be able to have some breakfast today before you started work. You went downstairs to the hotel's restaurant and grabbed some food. You turned to go and find a table when you spotted Jeff waving at you and you groaned slightly. You wanted to eat your breakfast in peace but now you knew you would have to sit there as he talked your ear off about the schedule today and all the covid procedures as well as all the commitments that Harry had for the next month. You sighed and moved to sit opposite him, faking a smile so you didn't look like a raging bitch.

"Hey Y/N, how's it going?" he asked as you sat down.

"Not too bad," you replied. "And yourself?" you asked while buttering some toast and taking a bite.

"Well bit stressed, it's a big day after all!" he joked and then predictably started going on about the schedule. You liked Jeff and knew Harry appreciated him massively but every interaction with Jeff seemed to be him telling you stuff you already knew.

"... and they'll be a full photoshoot before the show as well, so it's probably good Harry's already gone to the venue as its a busy day," Jeff continued but you almost spat out your breakfast when he said this.

"Harry's already at the venue?!" you asked increduously. Harry never went anywhere without letting you know and it was very strange for him to have gone to the venue without you.

"Yeah he just left 10 minutes ago," Jeff said looking puzzled as you grabbed your stuff to set off to the venue. "Did he not text you?"

"No, he didn't," you muttered as you poured your coffee into a reusable flask.

"Hm, maybe he forgot?" Jeff wondered but you knew that wasn't the case. Harry never forgot.

"Yeah maybe. Sorry, Jeff, I'll see you later," you said as you quickly walked towards the exit.

-

Your whole day had been really fucking weird. You had barely seen Harry despite being his literal personal assistant and it sort of felt like he had been avoiding you. But as you had been so busy today you hadn't really had too much time to contemplate it. However, as you sat behind the stage now you were freaking out a bit. Mysteriously as you had been on your way to walk Harry to the stage, someone told you that one of Sarah's shoes was missing and they thought it could be in the back room. You had run off to find the shoe but were completely unable to and when you returned to the stage you realised Harry was already performing and Sarah had both her shoes on. It had been little things like that all day that were making you think Harry was avoiding you which was so unlike him. You hoped you hadn't done anything wrong and your heart broke a little at the idea of hurting your best friend.

However, when Harry ran off stage and saw you, all the adrenaline and hype from the show made him completely forget that he was still seething about the night before and he scooped you up in his arms as he usually did spinning you around. As he did so he saw the delight in your beautiful face and his anger began to diminish.

"Woah, Harry careful!" you chuckled but you were secretly delighted you were with him again.

"I missed you today," you said as you pushed some of his sweaty hair out of his face. At this Harry beamed at you, realising that ignoring you was stupid and even if he wanted to ignore you, he didn't actually think he would be capable of it.

"I'm sorry darling, I've been so stressed and busy today," he lied not wanting to ever reveal the real reason he ignored you.

"That's ok H, I get it," you accepted as he placed you back on the ground, secretly so relieved that there was nothing going on. You stood back to admire his costume.

"You look incredible H!" you complimented as you took in his whole outfit. He did a curtsy in response and you giggled when you got a flash of the knickers he had on. He reached down and grabbed your hand as you both walked to the dressing room and you blushed, glad the lighting was hiding it.

"You coming to the afterparty?" he asked as you entered the dressing room and you nodded.

"Of course. Would never leave you to be a clown on your own," you promised as he started pulling off his shoes. You both had planned to do a matching costume for the party. You just planned on doing simple makeup for you both as Harry had gone all-in for the show.

Slowly the both of you started deconstructing Harry's costume which took longer than usual due to the incredible costume and the makeup. Eventually, you had him down to his boxers and you were trying not to blush furiously as well as stare at his gorgeous body. Luckily he went off to have a shower and you could focus on getting ready for the party. You pulled on a white shirt and a red skater skirt and pulled out some red face paint you found in the shops earlier that day. You started to paint a clown face onto you when Harry appeared from behind you wearing a white shirt and black trousers.

"Looks amazing Y/N," Harry complimented as you finished the makeup.

"Thank you, H. Sit over there so I can do yours," you said, gesturing towards a chair behind you. He sat down and you began applying his makeup to make it the same as yours.

You were so close to his face as you were applying his makeup, the tension between the two of you was palpable. Harry tried to ignore the flutters in his stomach every time you touched his face and you tried to ignore the feeling in your heart every time you made eye contact, both of you refusing to look away.

"There you go, all done," you said dragging yourself away from his gaze. Harry's heart was still pounding and he knew he really couldn't repress his feelings much longer. He had to tell you somehow or he would go insane.

"Hey Y/N?" he called. You hummed in response from where you were packing up your bag.

"I'm gonna go talk to Mitch quickly but I'll meet you outside, yeah?"

"Sounds good," you agreed, still packing your stuff. Harry quickly got up and went to go find Mitch, desperately needing to seek his advice. He found him pretty quickly and pulled him into the corner of the room.

"Woah, what's going on?!" Mitch questioned, slightly startled by Harry's behaviour.

"I'm about to tell you something that you cannot repeat to anyone," Harry warned and Mitch nodded in return, staring wide-eyed at Harry, wondering what he could be so serious about.

"Ok right well, I'm pretty sure I really like Y/N, in fact, I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with her and I want to tell her because I don't think I can hold it in much longer," Harry blurted out.

"Yeah knew it," Mitch shrugged and Harry stared at him, shocked.

"Harry, you're all over her all the time, I've never seen you happier than when you're with her and also I'm pretty sure she likes you back," Mitch concluded. Harry remained dumbfounded.

"Sorry, what?!" he uttered

"I said I think she likes you back. You should tell her, Sarah and I are sick of watching you dance around one another," he advised. For the first time in five years, Harry actually dared himself to hope. He had always settled on the idea that you didn't like him back and never really dared to dream that you did.

"I don't really know how," Harry mumbled.

"Harry, you've asked out so many people in the past, you asked out Kendall fucking Jenner!" Mitch retorted.

"Yeah, but this is different. It's Y/N and I really fucking like her but I'm scared shitless she'll say no. I don't think I could handle losing her," Harry argued back.

"H, just ask her. And you'll know when the time is right, trust me," Mitch explained patting Harry on the shoulder and walking away. Harry continued to stand in the corner, all his thoughts spiralling. All he could think about was what Mitch said and the fact that there was a slim possibility that maybe you liked him back.

-

You were blinded by the flashing lights as you walked the small way up the street to the entrance of the club. Harry followed behind you, keeping a sharp eye on the paparazzi as he knew how much you hated them.

Thankfully you quickly reached the entrance to the club and rushed inside, away from all the cameras and attention. The club was packed, however, full of people in fancy dress and the music was pounding. You needed a drink, quick.

"You ok," Harry asked, checking the paparazzi hadn't scared you too much. You nodded giving him a smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Gonna go get a drink," you shouted over the loud music looking around for Olivia and Elise who were also at the club.

"I'll come with you, love, just wait one sec," he said as he passed his coat to an employee at the club and organised a place for him to leave it. Once that was sorted, he quickly grabbed your hand and led you to the bar.

"What do you want love?" he queried and you smiled widely when he realised he was buying you a drink.

"Rum and coke please," you replied and he nodded as he turned to order your drink. It arrived pretty quickly and you bought the straw to your lips as you turned to look around the club. The dance floor was pretty busy but you really wanted to get out there and dance. Suddenly you became aware of a face close to yours as Harry whispered in your ear.

"Wanna dance love?" he questioned and a wave of arousal settled in your stomach at the low and sultry tone he used. You nodded, having slightly lost the ability to speak as he straightened up and led you to the dance floor. You began to dance, swinging your hips as you lost yourself in the music. Suddenly you felt Harry's hands land on your waist and you looked up at him in surprise. You had danced together before but not quite like this. He began moving you along to the beat, so you looped your arms around his neck and began dancing with him, slightly dumbfounded at what was happening. Your heart was thumping loudly as you danced with him, and the tight feeling in your lower stomach became more intense as your arousal increased at being this close to him.

The night continued like this, with the two of you getting progressively drunker and braver as Harry now was dancing with your back pressed against his chest and you're basically grinding onto him at this point. You were both pretty drunk though so there wasn't too much thought behind it. Suddenly a familiar song started playing through the speakers and you whirled around to face Harry as Adore You started playing. Harry threw his head back and laughed loudly at this as you began dancing to this song.

"This is it," you slurred as you danced along.

"This is what love?" Harry asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"This is my favourite song. You asked me at lunch one time what my favourite song of yours is. This is it. Adore You is my favourite," you professed. At this, Harry stopped smiling and started staring at you with an unreadable look in his eye.

"What?" you asked as you slowly stopped dancing, thinking something was up.

"It's about you," he blurted out and your whole world stopped. You couldn't actually believe what he'd just told you. He had written a song about you. Furthermore, that song was Adore You. A song Harry had told you was about a time he desperately wanted to tell someone he loved them and how much he adored them. That song was about you.

"Harry, what?" you asked incredulously and he ran his hand over his face and through his curls.

"Fuck Y/N, I like you. I fucking like you a lot," he admitted gazing into your eyes. You sucked in a breath as you stared back at him, unable to even form words.

"Please say something," he begged as you continued to stand there, open-mouthed and silent.

"I... um..." you stuttered as you tried to find the right words. Eventually, you gave up and smashed your lips into his. At first, he was taken aback but he quickly grabbed your face and kissed you back. It was the most passionate kiss you had ever experienced, with so many pent up emotions being released into it. He sighed into your lips as his hands moved down your body to pull you closer. You then slipped your tongue into his mouth and he groaned as he moved his over yours, both of you fighting for dominance. You moved your hips into him and that's when he finally parted from you, both your chests heaving.

"Not here, love, won't be able to control myself if you keep that up," he murmured pressing his forehead against yours.

"I like you too H, always have," you professed to him and you swore you saw his eyes darken.

"Fuck," he swore before pressing his lips against yours again. When he pulled back he was grinning widely.

"You have no fucking idea how much I've wanted you to say that," he confessed as he began kissing down your neck, softly sucking on the sensitive skin there. You moaned slightly, as your eyes fluttered shut. You could feel yourself becoming more frustrated as a pool of wetness began to form between your legs as Harry's mouth continued to tease you, his hands running down your body to cup your ass. You moaned louder this time and ran your hand down between your bodies to rest on his throbbing length which you could feel through his trousers. You gave it a slight squeeze and he pulled back from you again.

"Come home with me. Now," he urged and you nodded quickly, wanting nothing more than to be in his arms. He grabbed your hand and began stalking through the club towards where he had left his coat. He wanted you so badly it was beginning to hurt and he was wasting no time in getting out of there. After retrieving his coat, he pulled you in the direction of the back entrance where his car was waiting for him. But when you got out there, the driver was nowhere to be found.

"Fuck," Harry swore again, this time out of frustration. He had his arm wrapped around your shoulders and he pulled you closer to protect you from the cold. You reached up to cup his cheek and before you knew it, his lips were on yours again, this time softer and more gentle, like he was trying to show you how much he cared for you. After a moment of this slow gentle kiss, you pushed him away, worried that as you were out in public someone might see.

"Wait for the car," you whispered and he nodded, knowing you needed to be discreet about it. As he said this, the driver appeared and you all clambered into the car.

The drive home was agony for the both of you, you were throbbing between your thighs and you could tell Harry was suffering too. It didn't help that Harry had his hand on your thigh and was rubbing his thumb on the inside of it. You were so tempted to reach over and help relieve him, but you didn't dare when the driver could see the both of you clearly. When you arrived back at the hotel, you almost fell over each other trying to get into Harry's room. Once the door closed, Harry slammed you into the back of it, frantically kissing every inch of your body he could reach. You dropped your bag on the floor, hearing the contents fall over but not caring in the slightest as you grabbed the hem of Harry's shirt and pulled it over his head. You placed your palms on his chest, appreciating the feeling of his smooth skin. He continued frantically kissing you as he fumbled to undo the buttons of your shirt. He momentarily pulled back before he undid them all, staring into your eyes to make sure you still wanted this.

"You sure?" he asked panting and you nodded vigorously. At this, he ripped your shirt open and started sucking on the supple skin just above your nipple that was still hidden by your lacy bra. He then hooked his hands under your thighs and lifted you up, continuing to ravish your chest as he carried you to the bed where he placed you down, lying on your back as he hovered over you.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful Y/N," he admitted as he gazed at you, hair splayed across his pillows, your chest rising up and down as you tried to catch your breath. You ran your hands down his broad tan shoulders as you blushed from the compliment. He began kissing down your neck again. He slipped one hand around your back to find the clasp of your bra and when he found it, he pulled away to search your eyes for approval. You nodded and he popped the clasp open, slipping the straps down your shoulders and away from your chest. You gasped as he began to kiss around your nipple and then flicked it with his tongue before beginning to suck on it. You moaned loudly at the sensation, bucking up your hips to meet his and he groaned at the feeling.

"Fuck Y/N, your incredible," he moaned as he moved onto your other nipple and your back arched in response, wanting more. He began to kiss further down your stomach and you whimpered in response. You tried to push your hips up, hoping he'd get the message. He looked up at you smirking.

"Needy," he tutted at you. You groaned in frustration.

"Please Harry," you begged as he toyed with the hem of your skirt and you let out a sharp gasp when he pressed his thumb right on your clit through your lacey underwear.

"Fuck!" you gasped as he rubbed it slightly, giving you some of the relief you needed but you wanted more. His head came back up to meet yours and he lowered himself to whisper in your ear.

"Can I taste you, love?" he whispered and you shivered at his tone.

"Please," you whimpered as he kissed down your neck again, his fingers searching for the sides of your skirt and underwear to pull them down. You raised your hips to help him slide them off and suddenly he moved down your body and pulled your thighs over his shoulders so his face was an inch away from your folds and the feeling of his breath on your clit was enough to drive you insane. You grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth onto you, moaning loudly as he flicked his tongue on your clit and began to devour you. You tugged on his hair, the intense sensation making you need to grab onto something and Harry groaned into you as you did this, sending vibrations through your body. It felt incredible and you could already feel your stomach tightening as you got closer to orgasming. Harry then slipped a finger inside you and curses were streaming from your lips at this point as Harry bought you closer and closer.

"Come for me darling," Harry mumbled as he added a second finger and your legs began to shake and you tipped over the edge, writhing around on the bed in pure ecstasy. Harry continued to move his fingers inside of you as you were coming down so you grabbed his hair and pulled him up to kiss you, tasting yourself on his lips. You pulled back for a minute to admire his flushed face, his lips glistening as he smiled at you.

"The taste of you should be illegal love," he whispered as he pressed another long kiss to your lips.

"Your turn," you whispered as you pushed his shoulders to get him to roll off you and land next to you in the bed. He tried to sit up but you pushed him back down, and he watched you curiously as you scooted down the bed so you were lying on your stomach between his legs, pressing kisses to the area of his stomach just above the belt on his trousers. He groaned as you started palming his length through his jeans and you could feel how hard and desperate he was for you at that moment. Deciding to relieve him, you undid his belt and with Harry's help, removed his jeans and pants and move back up his body to press kisses across his torso and down towards his stomach.

"Holy fuck," he moaned as you reached his lower half, hands gently brushing against his inner thighs. You took in his length, shocked slightly at how big he was, before running your tongue up the length of it, smiling slightly when he gasped and muttered out a helpless "please" before you took him in your mouth and swirled your tongue around the tip. You widened your mouth a bit more to take more of him in as you felt his tip hit the back of your throat. You sucked on him as you moved up and down and his hand moved to grip your hair, gathering it out of your face and tugging on it making you moan in response. As you moaned, he bucked his hips up, enough to get quite deep in your mouth but not enough to make you gag. When he realised you hadn't gagged, he did it again and soon he was fucking your mouth as you cupped his balls making him yank your head up to meet his gaze.

"You're gonna fucking kill me," he gasped as he pulled your body over his. "Wanna fuck you though, and I can't if you keep that up," he said as he rolled you both over nudging his tip against your folds. You moaned at the sensation before remembering something.

"Condom Harry," you reminded him and he quickly reached over to his bedside table to get one and slide it on. When he crawled back over you, he gazed deeply into your eyes and your body almost squirmed from the intense new intimacy between you.

"You ok?" he asked searching your face for any hint you didn't want this.

"Please fuck me, H," you moaned, moving your hips against his. At this, his eyes darkened and he pushed into you slowly, aware that his size took some adjusting too. You gasped as you felt how full you were and how deep he went inside you. He stopped when he had pushed himself into you and waited for you to adjust yourself around his girth. Eventually, you locked your heels on his waist and the angle felt even better than before.

"Good baby?" he asked and you could have come alone from him calling you that. You nodded and he started moving in and out of you, never breaking eye contact. You hadn't ever had sex this intense, this loving or this intimate before and you wanted to savour every moment. He began to move faster into you, slamming into you now, with every thrust going so deep you swore you were seeing stars. He reached between you to rub your clit and you felt the tension in your stomach building and building again.

"Wanna make you come again," Harry told you between thrusts and you moaned loudly in response, letting him know you were almost there for the second time. He began to suck hard on your neck, most likely leaving a mark as you were sent over the edge for the second time, crying out his name as your eyes rolled back into your head in pleasure. He continued thrusting into you as your walls squeezed around him and he almost fell on top of you out of sheer pleasure.

"Fuck Y/N, can't last much longer," his voice was low and raspy as his thrusts became harder and quicker again, urgent this time.

"Go ahead baby," and Harry moaned into your neck you calling him this.

"Fuck!" he cried as he spilt into the condom, almost collapsing on top of you, saving you and himself by holding himself up on his forearms. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you helped him ride out his release. You lay like that for a while, both wrapped up in each other's arms, realising the enormity of what had just happened. Eventually, he moved his face out of the crook of your neck and pulled out of you, you whining slightly at the emptiness you felt. He slipped off the condom and threw it away. He then got back into bed next to you and wrapped you up in his arms. You felt so at peace and relaxed in his arms, despite the intensity of what you had both been through.

"H, can I go pee?" you asked not wanting to get a UTI after the best sex of your life.

"Course you can darling," and he let you go, admiring your beautiful figure as you walked to the bathroom. You peed quickly, wanting to be back in the arms of the man you had liked for so long and who you now knew liked you back. You turned to look in the bathroom mirror and chuckled when you saw your reflection. Luckily the face paint had rubbed off in the club, but your mascara heavily stained the underneath of your eyes and you noticed a number of bruises scattered over your neck and chest.

After admiring the marks Harry had left on you, you went back through to the bedroom where Harry had got under the covers and was grinning at you lazily when you joined him underneath, cuddling up to him. It felt really new but also so normal like you were always supposed to be like this. You stayed cuddled up to him for a bit, just enjoying each other's company, him occasionally pressing kisses to your forehead. Eventually, you pulled back slightly so you could see his face.

"How are we gonna do this H?" you asked timidly. He frowned at you.

"What d'you mean darling?" he queried softly, stroking your cheek.

"Well, what are we?" you wondered. Harry looked away for a minute, thinking a bit.

"Well, we'll always be best friends. That will never change love. But I want to be more than just friends with you, always have," he professed and your heart swelled when he said that.

"I would like that," you told him looking down out of shyness. He then placed his hand under your chin so you would look at him and he placed a sweet kiss on your lips.

"Then I think you have the answer to your question," he said and you nodded kissing him again, never wanting to go back to a place where you couldn't do this. Kissing Harry was the best feeling in the world and you never wanted to stop.

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The next morning Harry awoke to his left arm feeling half asleep and his right arm tucked around your waist as he held you tight against him. You looked so beautiful in the morning light, so peaceful and content as your chest slowly moved up and down. However, this moment of peace was suddenly broken by Harry's phone beginning to ring from the bedside table. He groaned as you also began to wake up to the incessant ringing. He carefully removed his arms from around you as he reached for his phone and sat up against the headboard to answer it. He smiled softly as you rolled over to rest your head and your hand on his chest.

"Hello," he mumbled into the phone, still half asleep.

"Harry, have you seen the pictures?" Jeff's urgent voice came down the phone. At this Harry's heart sunk and a wave of anxiety washed over him. He sat up straighter and you looked up at him with concern, knowing something was wrong.

"What pictures," he asked gesturing for you to grab your phone. You quickly got out of bed to go find your phone.

"The ones of you and Y/N! The ones of you kissing her outside the club," Jeff explained and Harry felt his whole world crash down around him.

"Fuck!" he roared as he looked up to see you staring at your phone in horror and back up at him.

"Fuck," he muttered quieter this time when he realised what this meant for the both of you. You had been together for less than 12 hours and already the whole world knew. Harry shuddered at what he knew this meant, the privacy was completely gone and all the attention was on you both right from the start of your relationship. He also knew that this meant you would receive the attention you despised, especially from his fans who would dig deep into your past to find out everything about you. Then there would also be those "fans" who would send you horrific amounts of hate online for just being with him, something Harry had always tried to protect you from.

"What the fuck are we gonna do," you whispered, tears filling your eyes slightly as you noticed that all your social media accounts were already blowing up and people were leaving all sorts of comments on your recent posts.

Harry's heart broke when he saw your fragile state and he got out of bed and wrapped you in his arms as you sniffled into his chest.

"I don't know," he whispered.

part 3

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hi guys, ive finally finished part 2!! took me a while but I hope you enjoy. let me know if you have any requests!!

sloane xx

[grapejuicestyless]

Harry Styles x Fem!Reader

Tour opener instagram blurb

Faceclaim: Gracie Abrams

Summery: You, an upcoming artist and a well known Harry fan will be opening with the man himself. What will happen??

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HSdaily @yourusername, a new up-coming artist will be opening for Harry in his added LOT shows!

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harryfan01 I’m so happy for her! I love her current EP’s, I feel like they’ll work well together!

oliviasourfan I hope Harry plays feels like with her on her last date!

|feelslikestan OMGGG YESSS!

yourusername 💖

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yourusername Someone pinch me! @harrystyles THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.

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HSHQ 😊💜

oliviarodrigo I SAY THATS MY BABY AND IM PROUD.

minorepsurpreme SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!

y/nlver Let the GATEKEEPING begin!

@harrystyles instagram story

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y/ndaily @yourusername on stage in Denmark opening for Harry!

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harrysfan01 She was so nervous 🥺

y/ndogmom The cutest ever!

yourusername It was such an honor getting to play somewhere in front of so many people! Ah my heart might burst! 💞

y/nthebottom NOT TO ALARM ANYONE BUT SHE SAW THE POST. AND COMMENTED!!

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yourusername Just opened for Harry Styles. No biggie.

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harrystyles ❤️

oliviarodrigo Stage presence is THERE.

paulithepsm Always the pleasure to have you backstage with us!

| yourusername I love you more than Harry fyi.

| harrystyles heeeeeeyyyyyyy.

harrysferns @yourusername please get him to sing medicine tomorrow!

| yourusername 🫡😊

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HSdaily Harry sang medicine tonight in Denmark! “This next song was per request of the lovely opener tonight, Miss y/n y/l/n. I wasn’t going to play it but she can be very annoying.”-Harry on singing medicine tonight!

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harrysferns THANK YOU @yourusername

|yourusername MY PLEASURE

mermaidrry when 😭 will 😭 it 😭 be 😭 my 😭 turn.

rocklandhoe everyone say thank you to y/n for being so annoying!

nyoh annoying 😭🙏

|yourusername I think he meant to say persuasive!

|harrystyles absolutely not.

|harrysferns HELLO????

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yourusername Just me, myself, and my tiny tour piano that @harrystyles broke.

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nyoh funniest night of my life.

oliviarodrigo NOT THE PIANO.

|yourusername THATS WHAT I SAID.

|conangray COULD HE NOT SPARE THE PIANO???

|yourusername NO.

minorlyobsessedwithyn what is happening.

harrystyles I said sorry 🤷‍♂️

|yourusername sorry won’t fix my piano.

harrysfineline I love this leg of tour.

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HSdaily As of yesterday @yourusername announced her early departure from the LOT opening line up. She will preform eight more of her original sixteen shows left.

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harrysferns WHATTT?! Did something happen?

oliviasourfan oh no! Was there a rift between her and Harry? It seemed so good between them!

minorlystuckonyn NOOOO.

harrysfineline Do we think it was because of the piano?

|HSdaily could be, but probably not.

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yourusername Thank You so much for the concern! I am not leaving the opener position for LOT due to any kind of issue or rift between me or any band members.(yes, including Harry.) Unfortunately there was a scheduling error on both of our teams parts where my projects will overlap with the tour. Those projects require me to be at home in the US, unfortunately so I will have to say an early goodbye. Still going to make these next few shows the best I can though! Love the LOT band! 😊💞

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[bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove]

Road Tripping- S.Wilson

Summary: Sam hadn't wanted her to spent the holidays alone, so he invited her to join him and his family. They go on a road trip to Delacroix rather than flying.

Pairings: Sam x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Female!Reader, use of Y/N, mentions of food, mentions of being alone for the holidays, Sam is a sweetie(Let me know if I missed any)

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Author's note: Welcome to day 2 of me attempting to write 25 fics in 25 consecutive days. This one is much later than I expected but I am a college student with finals and papers so please be patient with me. One of my favorite songs by my favorite bands was mentioned it's a long one but I recommend it. For some reason my tags don't work with Sam gifs so don't mind that. My asks are open if you have any suggestions, comments, or questions.

Word count: 1.2k

Feedback is welcomed and encouraged!

Enjoy reading!

Sam knew that the woman he loved would be spending the holidays alone, so he took the situation into his own hands. He had invited her to go with him to Delacroix after consulting with Sarah. Y/N was worried that she was going to be a burden on him and his family. Of course he assured her that she was always welcomed to join him instead of her just staying home alone. 

“Sammy, are you sure?” She asked right before they got into Sam’s truck.

“Yes, sugar. I promise I am sure. Now get your cute ass in the truck. You’re on snack duty,” He replied, ushering her to the car. She had a bag full of snacks for the drive at her feet. Sam had gotten into the driver’s seat and then they were off to Louisiana.

After every few hours, they would stop, get gas, use the bathroom, restock on snacks and drinks and then they were on their way again. After every stop, they would switch off music, Sam sticking mostly to Marvin Gaye and Y/N sticking more towards Greta Van Fleet and Harry Styles. Both of them singing along to their favorite songs. It was a long drive but Sam made it fun. They talked for most of the ride, at least until she had fallen asleep, her head falling onto his shoulder.

She slept peacefully against his shoulder for a few hours until Sam gently shook her awake. He was stopped outside a diner so that they could eat some real food and not just snacks. She grunted and slid her head closer to his neck. “C’mon sleepy girl, we gotta eat normal food,” Sam was able to coax her awake with his statement. She hummed as she stretched, finally opening her eyes. “How was your nap? Sleep okay?”

They both got out of the truck, meeting at the front, “It was good, you’re a good pillow,” She yawned out.

“Well I’m glad I guess. Let’s get some food then find somewhere to stay the night.” Sam threw his arm around her shoulder, leading her into the diner and getting them a booth. The two of them ate and chatted for over two hours before the waitress had to tell them they needed the booth for another party. They apologized profusely and left the waitress a hefty tip as an extra apology before hitting the road once again. “It’s your turn for music again, and please, no more Harry Styles.”

“You love Harry, just admit it. But I will play something other than Harry.” Instead she played One Direction which caused Sam to let out a groan. “Just admit you like Harry and I’ll change it,” She said over the music, her voice raised so he could hear her better.

“Fine, I like Harry Styles, now change it, please. Anything other than him or One Direction.” She was about to play a song before Sam spoke up again, “And don’t play any other One Direction members.” She pouted slightly before putting on Greta Van Fleet. They were one of the only bands that Sam never complained about. However he did complain when she had turned on the band's longest song, The Weight of Dreams. “Why did you choose a 9 minute song?”

“Shush and just enjoy it. It doesn’t even feel like one song,” She defended, glancing to her left. Even though he was complaining, he had a slight smile on his face, his hand reaching over to turn up the volume. 

The next hour practically flew by, before they knew it, Sam was pulling up to a hotel and renting a room for the night. The two made their way to the room, taking in the freshly cleaned smell and the two made up queen beds. Sam insisted he took the bed closest to the door, putting her in the one by the window. The room was freezing and no amount of blankets or layers was enough to warm her up. He could hear her teeth clacking together as she shivered intensely in her bed. “Come here,” Sam broke the silence.

“What?” She managed to get out between the shivers that took over her body.

“I can hear your teeth chattering from over here. Come lay with me, I’m nice and warm.” He baited her into joining him and of course she took it, scattering to get out of her ice cold bed and into his warm one. 

“How in the hell is your bed warmer than mine? It’s like laying on an icebox.”

“I don’t know, now come closer. I know you’re cold.” She inched her way closer to Sam. He got tired of how long it was taking her so he turned, circled his arms around her waist and pulled her into his chest. Her head laying on his bicep, they were facing each other, her teeth had stopped chattering but she was still shivering. “This okay? Are you warming up?” Instead of verbally answering she had just nodded and pressed her forehead to his chest. Her hands snuck their way under his shirt, him flinching at how cold they were. “Damn girl, are you dead or something? You’re so cold.” She giggled at his lame joke, rubbing his back gently with her left hand, her right was tucked under his body, staying in its place on his lower back. 

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Sam thinking that she had fallen asleep until she spoke up, “Hey Sammy?”

“Yeah, sugar?”

“Thank you for letting me come with you for the holidays,” She was practically whispering her gratitude for the man holding her.

“No need to thank me. If I could take you everywhere I go, I would. I want to be the one you go to for anything, I want to be the one who takes care of you and gets to hold you like this whenever I want,” Sam confessed.

“I want you to be the one to hold me like this whenever you want, too. You are already the one I go to for anything and the one who takes care of me. I, selfishly, want you to be with me all the time, no matter when or where.” The two sat and let their words to each other sink in. Instead of responding with words, Sam pressed a loving kiss to the top of her head. She returned the favor by pressing a loving kiss to his chest.

The room was silent again, nothing but the sound of their breathing and the sound of the heating system running was heard. She had shifted, scooching herself up a little bit. When she had shifted, her right hand had moved down without her noticing, now resting on his ass.

“Y’know, if you wanted to touch my ass, all you had to do was ask,” Sam joked. She had noticed that her hand had slipped and started laughing hysterically at the situation. In retaliation, Sam moved one of his hands down to rest comfortably on the curve of her ass.

“Now we’re even,” Y/N giggled.

“We are even. Now go to sleep, we still have another 8 hours of driving tomorrow. Good night, beautiful.” Since she was close enough now, he had pressed a kiss to her forehead before laying his head down on the pillow.

“Good night, handsome,” She replied, kissing the bottom of his chin, her head falling to rest on his bicep once again. The two falling asleep quickly in the comfort of each other’s arms, their feelings confessed and a weight being lifted from both of their shoulders.

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

Harry Girls

masterlist

note: very short!

just had the idea in my head and had to get it out, also i really like writing short little blurbs like this and would love some requests!!

warnings: none <3

word count: 440

♡ summary: Reader and Niall reunite on The Voice, fighting over the One Direction fans

♡ Harry Styles x reader, Platonic!Niall Horan x reader

request ✗

Y/n closed her eyes, listening to the soft guitar strums that weirdly sounded very similar. The sound was comforting, and brought a smile to her face when she recognized it. Before the girl on stage even begins to sing, Y/n opens her eyes, looking towards Niall. Both realised at the same time the song that was being performed. 

“I’m like a crow on a wire”

The voice sang, her voice mature yet so young at the same time. Y/n would have guessed about 19 years old, give or take. Adding her own flair to the song, to showcase her talent. Niall pressed his buzzer, causing his chair to turn around after hearing the girl finish the chorus, Y/n shortly after hearing her flawlessly hit a high note. During the song, Y/n and Niall lip-sync the words to each other, them both swaying to the song. And as the song comes to an end, Reba and John’s chairs turn as well. They’re both clapping and looking at the two ex-band members, laughing. 

“Great song choice.” “Truely.” Y/n and Niall joked, before John continued to ask the basic questions, before talking about the performance.

“What’s your name?” “Umm, my name is Jenna, I am 16. And I’m from Denver, Colorado.” 

“16?! I was totally picturing you older, I mean your voice is so mature for your age!” Y/n said, truly shocked, “Thank you.” Jenna replied, she was clearly nervous, not only did she just perform in front of an audience for the first time, but it was in front of two of her biggest idols. 

They move on to the four judges talking about Jenna’s performance, John then directs the conversation to Jenna choosing which judge will be her coach, “Now you have two amazing judges to pick from, but I’m sure you know that, as you picked their song. And I’m just really very excited to see who you will pick.” 

“I mean, I think it comes down to who your favourite was back in the day?” The woman says, looking at Niall for agreement, and when the man nods, they both turn back to the young girl on the stage.

“I mean- ah, I was always a Harry girl.” “Dammit!” “Yes! Look, we already have so much in common!”

The others laugh, the producers telling John to get to the point so he asks, “Who will you pick as your coach?” “I have to pick Y/n.” “Ahhh! Yay!” Y/n says, getting up out of her chair and saying a quick “Haha!” to Niall before running onto the stage to hug the girl.

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why can’t i just have sweet platonic fics where y/n is in a girl band and the girl band and one direction have interviews together, sleepovers in the same hotel an’ shit