#harry styles x female reader

[sparkrls]

girl uncle

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

Author’s Note: congratulations to Gemma, i’m so happy for her and the entire Styles family. if this sucks, it's because babies scare me and i tried to write a fic about baby fever... not my smartest move

Word Count: 1k

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“Baby? You okay?” Y/N murmured, brushing the hair out of Harry’s face. His lower lip trembling as he stared at the rose-flushed baby.

Harry shook his head, the first tear trailing down his cheek. Y/N could never stand to see him weep. It made something inside of her shatter as he lost his composure.

Y/N wrapped her arm around his shoulder, pulling him in close. He leaned his head against her shoulder, tears trailing down his face and onto her shirt. His eyes never left the baby.

Gemma laid fast asleep in the bed behind them. In a little while, the nurse would come in to check in on the baby and Gemma. But for now, Harry and Y/N were left with a sleeping Gemma and a baby to gaze at.

Harry had been stressed out of his mind when Michal called to tell them Gemma’s water had broken and they were headed to the hospital. He had fussed over every detail, and Y/N had been the one to grab the car keys and usher him out of the house. She knew he wasn’t in any mental state to be driving.

The time in the waiting room had been spent by Y/N helping Michal with all the paperwork and Harry pacing in circles. She’d gotten him a tea and ordered him to sit down. As he sipped on his tea, his face still in an anxious frown, she’d pressed a notebook and pen in his hands. Y/N had cupped his face in her hands and instructed, “Everything on your mind, write it down. All the anxious overthinking- lay it down on the page.”

Harry had done so, filling a worrying amount of pages with all that was on his mind. She had skimmed it and found he kept repeating certain thoughts, a clear sign he was just in a spiral of overthinking.

Y/N sat down next to him and simply hugged him until the tension in his muscles dissipated and he relaxed- not completely, but enough to soothe her worries.

When they’d finally been let into the room to see an exhausted Gemma, grinning Michal and a fussy baby, Harry had been handed the baby to hold. He rocked her lightly in his arms, smiling down at her.

“You’re a girl uncle,” Y/N had said teasingly. Harry grinned nonetheless.

That had led them to this, a day after the currently unnamed baby was born. The sun had long set on the horizon, and dark flooded the streets with lamplights turned on.

“We’re adults now,” Harry whispered lowly, as to not rouse the sleeping figures in the room. He sniffled. “I can still remember being kids and climbing trees. How Gemma cleaned up my knee when I scraped it learning to ride a bike. And look at her now.”

A warmth spread in Y/N’s chest, somewhere between happiness and an indescribable satisfaction at knowing they’d made it this far. And a melancholic feeling thinking about how they used to worry about whether their parents would let them go out to the park with their friends or not. Now, they would soon become the parents themselves.

Harry sighed, and she wiped his tears away from his cheeks. Y/N placed a tender kiss on his forehead and said, “You’re an uncle now.”

Looking up at her as if she’d been the one to freckle the sky with stars, Harry said, “Uncle Harry. Has a ring to it, doesn’t it?”

A soft chuckle escaped Y/N’s lips. “Definitely.”

“Dad would sound even better,” Harry whispered, pressing himself close to her and nuzzling his nose against her neck. “Don’t you agree?”

Eyebrows raised in light surprise, Y/N asked, “You want to…?”

Harry nodded. “Wouldn’t it be nice?” He whispered, a small smile tugging at his lips. He had that soft look in his eye he always got whenever he talked about their future. “Maybe a ring on your finger before… and then a baby in your belly.”

“You’ve got baby fever,” Y/N groaned quietly, turning her head away from him. Her gaze landed on the baby again, wrapped in a light pink blanket. For a moment, she imagined that being her baby. And a rush of affection swelled in her chest, a pinch of fear tingling on her fingertips.

Fuck, maybe she had baby fever as well.

They certainly did look adorable, faces all scrunched up, skin a rosy pink and fingers all chubby.

“Is that a no?” Harry prompted quietly.

Y/N sighed as if she were exhausted by him. They both knew her every word was laced with affection, “How’d you go from crying ‘cause your sister’s a mom now to begging for a baby?”

“Marriage and a baby,” Harry said, matter-of-factly. “Get your facts straight.”

Holding back a laugh, Y/N said, “Begging for marriage and a baby.” She took one good look at the man beside her, with brown curls and green eyes that looked almost a forest green in this light. “I never could say no to you.”

“That’s a yes?” Harry asked hopefully, leaning in close.

Y/N rolled her eyes affectionately. "It means be patient. We'll see how things go." She gave him a playful glare. "But we are having a wedding before a baby. Got it, Styles?"

"Got it, baby,” Harry confirmed with a grin. He knew he was going to get what he wanted. Maybe more in the future, he would spend an obscene amount of money on a Tiffany engagement ring and a Vivienne Westwood wedding dress. But for now, those plans were stowed away in Harry’s mind. They would come to fruition eventually. It was just a matter of time.

[chrisevansonly]

Buy Some Flowers for You

harry styles x female reader

summary: harry’s always looking for an excuse to buy some flowers for his girl

warnings: none very fluffy

a/n: here’s a little shorty, i’m working on a short charles fic too don’t worry but i’ve been missing writing for harry<3

Harry was always thoughtful no matter what he did, whether it was for your birthday or an anniversary, even just a normal day like today. The sun was out for once in London, it was a warmer day thankfully after a cold and miserable winter.

One thing that often came with spring was Tulips and flower markets, which leads us to right now as Harry had stopped to gather a beautiful bouquet for you. No reason other than he wanted too and because he loved you so much.

You’d always loved flowers, and had a fresh bouquet every week courtesy of your ever so loving boyfriend or if you managed to sneak some past him, which was very rare.

He took his flower picking job seriously.

“Lovie?” he called out through the flat when he got home, the smell of dinner wafting through the front hallway

“In the kitchen!”

He smiled hearing you call back, kicking his shoes off by the door he then made his way towards you. As soon as you came into view he could feel his heart swell, an apron tied around you as you worked on yet another new recipe.

“Hi baby-oh! H you got me flowers…?”

Your eyes softened as you walked toward him, wiping your hands off on the apron before taking the bouquet from him and leaning forward to kiss his lips.

“Thank you so much baby..”

“You’re welcome”

Admiring them with a smile still on your face you quickly placed them in a vase with fresh water, placing them on the centre of the island.

“Perfect!”

“Just like you..” Harry said softly, which earned him another kiss and a hug, enjoying every moment of getting to be cozied up with you.

Harry always had a way with words, but he definitely had a way with flowers too.

[harryrryrry]

Sliding down the bed

Some cute stuff because why not. Not proofread btw !

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Harry could tell you the first time it happened in a heartbeat. A month into their relationship and at his house.

She had come over for a date night, Harry had cooked some veggie pastas with a bit of pesto sauce. They had watched a movie, the Notebook precisely, and of course, had done the nasty before going to sleep.

It was around two in the morning, when Harry woke feeling a bit cold and confused.

The space beside him was empty and cold, meaning she had left a few time ago already. When he sat up to look at the time, Harry felt a mass ogling his leg.

And there she was, legs dangling out of the bed, on her stomach. Her left arm was draped over his legs while her right arm had slipped under the small of his back, fingers gripping his love handles.

Harry’s heart fluttered. There was something very intimate about her position. The fact that they were both naked, for starters, but also the way her head rested against his thigh, her cheek squished against his soft skin, close to where his most intimate region was, felt way more intimate than a simple naked cuddle.

She was too beautiful, and looked too peaceful to be woken up. Harry laid back down softly, and with a dreamy sigh threaded his fingers through her hair.

The second time it happened was well deep into their relationship. They were in Italy, on a rented yacht away from preying eyes. They had fell asleep on this big mattress to the sounds of waves crashing against the boat.

Harry was the first to wake up, feeling too hot and sweaty down there. He raised his upper body on his elbows, having a feeling that the reason behind his sweatiness was his girlfriend. And there she was again, spread against him.

Harry laughed, this time was more funny and cute than intimate. She was laying between his legs, arms around his middle and her head resting on his pelvis. If anyone saw, it might have looked like she was not sleeping, judging by the fact that her mouth was literally open and drooling on his crotch.

That thought spurred something in him, and well Harry didn’t woke her up, but little him did.

[sicklscream]

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tmz_tv Fans suspect something between Y/N Styles and Joe Keery after spotting her leaving his car this afternoon. Sources say they were pretty personal 👀

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[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Watermelon Sugar

Fandom: Musician RPF, RPF, 

Pairing: Harry Styles x Female Reader

Characters: Harry Styles, Female Reader

Word Count: 1109 

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Tastes like strawberries, On a summer evenin', And it sounds just like a song

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Halloween Challenge, Writing Challenge, Songfics, Established Relationship, Smut, Kissing, Fingering, Oral Sex, Songfic, Lyrics, Madison Square Garden, Harry @ The Garden, MSG, Love On Tour, Reader Outfit Inspo, Harry’s Outfit, Watermelon Sugar // Harry Styles

Notes:  This is part of my writing Challenge for Halloween 2022. All fics are based off of songs I love. The aim is to write one fic a day for 15 days straight. I’m doing a similar thing for Christmas but they will all be headcanons [requests welcome for that] Enjoy x  

Updated 8/23

15 DAYS OF SONGFICS FOR HALLOWEEN (OCT 15TH - OCT 31ST)

As I finished putting my earrings in and pulled back from the mirror. My outfit was complete though it was going to be completely wasted in a dark arena. That and the attention was never going to be on me. No, tonight every single eye in the house was going to be on my boyfriend Harry. I mean it was expected, he was a showman and his show an incredible spectacle. He deserved all the attention.

I smoothed out my skirt and exited the bathroom I was in which led to his dressing room. Madison Square Garden had many a room for its talent but this was by far one of the nicest. It had its own bar, a couple of couches, a tv and a full wall for Harry’s outfits and a vanity station. And though it was normally jam-packed with Harry’s vast entourage now when I looked out it was deserted except for a familiar mop of brown hair. Harry was sitting on the couch, facing away from me, scrolling through his phone. He turned around at the sound of the door opening and stood immediately when he saw me.

‘Hey,’ he said coming towards me, ‘you look gorgeous.’ ‘Thank you, you look good yourself. I like this one,’ I giggled as he wrapped his arms around me and pressed a small chaste kiss to my lips. ‘Yeah?’ he said with a smirk. It was true that he looked good today even if it was more of an understated look than his others. Just a pair of jeans and a denim waistcoat which showed off his tanned chest underneath. I ran my hand down it. He smirked at me and then leaned in a gave me another kiss. Yet this one wasn’t like the other. It wasn’t chaste, it wasn’t tender, in fact it was full of lust.

He pulled me towards him so our bodies were touching as he walked me backwards, pushing me down onto the couch. Our lips left one another for a moment before he was back, hovering above me, his knee between my legs and one hand on the back of the sofa the other skirting down my neck and then down to my chest which he cupped gently through the black cropped vest I was wearing, his eyes widening a little as he realised I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath.

His tongue probed mine for a moment before he moved on, his lips kissing down my jaw and onto my neck which he kissed and sucked at making a shiver run down my spine. One of my hands stroked his face softly whilst the other knotted in his hair, tugging gently every time it ran over the same sensitive spot making him chuckle and me moan.

‘Harry,’ I said breathily receiving a throat hum in response, ‘we have to stop.’ ‘Why?’ he said. His hand was underneath my shirt now, his thumb swiping over my nipple. ‘Maybe because you’ve got a show in like five minutes,’ I said the last word coming out strangled as he pinched it hard. ‘And?’ he asked. His kisses were heading down my neck and chest which was now exposed as he had pushed the crop top over the top of my breasts so it was now bunched up near my chin. He took my nipple in his mouth and nipped it a little with his teeth sending a jolt down between my legs.

‘Harry,’ I groaned but there was little fight in it. I knew there was no stopping him.

His hand traced gently up my thigh leaving every piece of skin he touched on fire. Eventually, his hand cupped my mound gently, his fingers teasing up and down my damp underwear. I heard him chuckle at just how wet I was already. Then he was gone. He removed himself from the couch and got down on his knees at the side of it, grabbing my ankles and swivelling me around so I was sitting back against the couch as he whipped off my underwear and then threw both of my legs over each of his shoulders. Then he wrapped both of his arms around my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the couch. His face was now mere inches from my exposed sex and I could feel his warm breath against it.

But he didn’t touch me right away. Instead, he kissed down one thigh and then the other before laying a kiss between my legs. Then, ever so gently, he swirled his tongue around my clit. My head fell back against the couch as he started probing his tongue all around it his fingers teasing my hole. As one hand held me in place, he lapped at me driving me crazy. He placed one finger at my hole and gently pushed in curling it as he reached the second knuckle. Then he pulled out and replaced it with another.

‘Fuck Haz,’ I said scooting my hips to match his thrusting inside me. I could feel him smile against me but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he kept working in perfect rhythm until all of a sudden I was trembling around him, a strangled moan escaping my lips. My hand flew to my mouth trying to keep me quiet as he continued to fuck me through it. As I came down from that high my hand went to his hair, running my fingers through it gently.

‘Harry,’ I said weakly watching as he pulled back to look at me with a smile, his head resting against my thigh. As he did there was a knock on the door which replaced my contentment with panic but he didn’t even flinch. ‘Not be long,’ he shouted, ‘2 minutes.’

Whoever was at the door seemed to have heard him and didn’t enter but after a quick kiss on my thigh, he pulled away, his hand searching for my underwear on the floor. He grabbed them and then slid them onto me foot by foot. Then he helped me stand up so I could pull them up fully, though my legs were still like jelly, all while I watched him adoringly. He still looked good though he was visibly dishevelled. His hair was pushed in all directions and his lips were swollen, a glint of dampness on his chin which made me blush though he didn’t even seem to care. Instead, he grasped me by the face and kissed me making me taste myself on his tongue. When he pulled back his eyes were hooded and his pupils were still blown with lust.

‘Come on,’ he said smacking me on the arse and forcing me to walk towards the door, ‘I’ve got a show to do.’

[justsomerandomfanfic]

I Was Thinking About You - Harry Styles X Female Reader

Title: I Was Thinking About You

Harry Styles X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Guards and concertgoers.

Requested

WC: 1,618

Warnings: Nervousness, nervous Harry, anxiety, people, and introvert Reader

It had taken a lot of time and money saving, but you finally got a ticket to Harry's concert in LA. It wasn't easy, and it took forever, but it was so totally worth it. And, you even got a backstage VIP pass to meet the musical singer himself. You were excited as could be, just waiting for your turn to walk through the entrance with everyone else. You weren't sure what to expect, other than him on stage singing songs that made all the girls (and guys), swoon.

You found your seat, somewhat near the front. It was kind of stressful, so many people were in the arena, almost tens of thousands. It was crazy. But, you had hyped yourself up for this, you weren't backing down now. As the lights dimmed and everyone began to talk softly. You felt butterflies fluttering around in your stomach as your excitement grew. You knew he would come out soon, and you couldn't wait!

Finally, after a few minutes of waiting, the crowd started to cheer when Harry appeared on stage, microphone in hand. Everyone cheered as Harry made his way out, in a fancy Gucci suit that looked amazing on him. He smiled at the audience as they shouted, "We love you!" The energy in the room changed dramatically. There was no longer any talking, or whispering, only screaming.

Harry went straight into one of his most popular songs from his new albulm, 'As It Was.' The girls and guys, screamed as loud as they could, trying to get the attention of the man who stood before them. Harry kept singing while he moved about the stage, giving everyone an opportunity to scream their lungs out. As he sang, Harry made his way over to the side of the stage where you were sitting. You watched him as he sang. He was so gorgeous, you could barely take your eyes off of him.

After several more songs, Harry finished the set with 'Late Night Talking,' which caused another huge reaction. This time, every single person in the arena were screaming. Man, this was for sure hurting your ears. Soon the concert finished, and people bagn to leave, except the few who had VIP passes backstage to see Harry; like you.

As you waited for your turn to speak with the famous musician, you wondered what he was like? You've seen the music videos, the interviews, the movies... You wondered if he was as sweet as he appeared to be. You hoped he would be nice to you. Your stomach filled with butterflies, and you began to fidget with your fingers. You were so very nervous.

When it was your turn to go backstage, you walked up to the guard and handed him your VIP pass. You gave him a brief smile, then followed him backstage. When you got there you saw Harry waiting for you, in a long black suit jacket, and pants, with a white button-up shirt underneath.

As Harry waited for the next fan, he hummed one of his songs. But, once he saw you, he froze. His eyes widened, and he stared at you for a moment. He was astonished by your beauty. Then, he smiled. Harry waved you forward, motioning you closer. The guard held open the door, letting you walk inside. Once you entered, Harry turned and closed the door behind you.

"Thanks for coming to my show." He spoke, not really knowing what to say.

He felt so awkwardly shy. And, when you looked at him, he felt like his heart was going to beat right out of his chest, either that or he was going to have a heart attack. You were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen!

"Thank you for making your music." You replied. You tried to keep your voice steady, but it came out shaky.

Harry's face lit up, as he smiled at you. "Well, you're welcome, but...uh, thank you for listening..."

There was this awkward feeling in the air, the both of you just smiling at each other. But, you knew that there was only a little bit of time. So, you opened your satchel, pulling out a paper. It was a drawing of Harry that you had done in your past time. You wanted to give it to him, as a token of gratitude for the wonderful songs he made. It had taken you forever to draw, but in the end, it looked just like him. An, you were really proud of it.

You handed the drawing to Harry, and he smiled as he took it from you, looking at your art.

"Wow, this is amazing! You drew this?" He asked. "It looks really good!"

"Uh, yeah, I made it a while ago and thought you'd like it... I don't know... Sorry, I'm just a bit overwhelmed right now." You laughed, rubbing the back of your neck.

Harry chuckled, holding the drawing, and staring at it. You were getting nervous again, and you didn't want to make him feel like you were pressuring him. So, you decided to start a conversation.

"I was a fan of you when you were in 1D, and I was so happy when you went solo. Not like I was happy you weren't in One Direction anymore, just I knew how good you were at creating music and singing and I was so excited to see what you would make... I'm sorry, I'm really nervous." You apologized.

"Don't be, love," Harry said, stepping closer and taking your hand in his. "I understand. I was very nervous too when I started on my own. It's a big step."

"Did you always want to sing?" You asked.

Harry nodded, "Yeah, I did. My parents encouraged me, they said that I had a gift and that I should use it, so here I am."

"You're amazing..." You blushed, eyes wide. "I mean, that's amazing! I meant that was amazing. Not that you aren't amazing. Oh, gosh, I am not good at socializing."

Harry chuckled, squeezing your hand, then letting go. "Darling, you're doing just fine." He spoke.

As he looked into your eyes, he couldn't help but get lost in them. You were beautiful. You were smart, funny, and you were so kind. You were everything he could hope for in a woman. Harry couldn't believe he was standing with such a gorgeous woman, and he felt like a complete dork.

The guard then stepped through the door, "Time's up."

Harry began to panic.

He needed your number.

He needed to see you again.

But, he also didn't want to mess up the perfect moment he was having with you.

Clearing his throat, it felt awfully dry. "Um... could I possibly have your number by any chance?" He asked and your eyes widened your cheeks red. "Please?" He added, desperately.

You gulped hard, and looked away from him, biting your lower lip. You weren't sure how to respond. You let go of his hand, making Harry think the worst, but when you pulled out your phone, he let out a sigh in relief.

You handed it to him, "Yeah, sure."

He quickly put his number in, sending himself a text message to see if it goes through. Looking up to the guard, he motioned for a moment longer, before looking back to you.

"Do you want a picture?" He asked, and how could you say no?

You wanted to remember this moment for the rest of your life.

You nodded, as he walked over, going to the camera app, he flipped it around for a selfie. Wrapping an arm around your waist, you felt your face redden even more. He was so close to you, that you could smell the perfume he wore. He leaned down a bit and smiled into the camera, and you followed.

Harry smiled, snapping the photo, "There ya go."

With that, you hugged him. He was happily surprised and hugged you right back before handing you your phone back. Before you left, he quickly leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

"See you later, love" He spoke, smiling brightly at you as the guard closed the door behind you.

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As you got home, you fell onto your bed, exhausted from the long day that has passed, and the excitement of meeting Harry. You lay there thinking about everything that happened today. You couldn't believe you met him, it was surreal. You had been a fan of him since you were young, and you never thought you'd meet him one day.

And he gave you his number! You grinned like an idiot, laying on the bed, lost in your thoughts. You couldn't stop smiling, it felt like there was a spotlight shining on you. Before you could try and go to bed, you felt your phone buzz.

Opening your phone, you laughed as you saw the text that Harry had sent to himself.

Y/N: You free Saturday?

Harry: As a matter of fact, I am! How did you know?"

You laughed again, typing, "Oh, you know, natural instant."

Harry quickly typed back, "Wow, you're a genius then."

You shrugged to yourself, "I guess I am."

Harry typed back, "I'll pick you up at 6 pm."

"6?" You questioned.

"Yes, 6."

"What should I wear?" You typed, biting your lip.

"Something comfortable, maybe even blue. But, you'll look stunning in any color."

You couldn't help but blush.

"Wow, okay, see ya then, Harry."

"Ok, see ya then, gorgeous!" Harry wrote, signing off.

You laid your head back on the pillow and sighed. You were so happy that you met Harry. You couldn't wait for Saturday to come.

[sparkrls]

delayed proposal

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

Author’s Note: this is the blurb i was talking about with bandmates!harry x y/n. remember to like and reblog because i crave validation. love ya <3

Word Count: 1.1k

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“Are you going to propose soon?” Was the last question Harry expected to be uttered out of Y/N’s bright pink lips.

It was just another Sunday night, the couple trying to enjoy those last fleeting moments of weekend relaxation before Monday arrived with the usual burden and obligations of being working adults.

In little less than 12 hours, Y/N would be back to her 9-5 job being an assistant to a high-class executive of a finance company. Her boss had too much authority for being so irresponsible and more money than anyone would need in a lifetime. What a luxury it must be to have your dad pass down a company you didn’t know how to run down to you.

Her boss wasn’t a horrible person, he was quite respectful and kind when asking her to do tasks, he was just a very exploitative executive. He had learned from his father to be unbending and demanding.

Y/N’s work paid a good wage, enough for her to pay her bills and still have a bit left. She wasn’t one to buy luxuries, though, preferring to save money up so she could one day quit her 9-5. And then dedicate herself to the things she did every day after work: picked up her red electric guitar, adorned a black skirt that bordered on too short, and perform for (currently small) crowds of people who cheered her band on as they played.

There wasn’t anything Y/N loved quite as much as the rush of being on stage, the bass making the stage shake with each loud thrum, sticks clashing with plates of a drum and the velvet voice of an angel, Harry singing through the microphone and his eyes on her and her fingers moving over the fret of the guitar.

They played small clubs and rundown bars, getting payed a poor wage for the extrenous effort used to get four adults with full time jobs to align their schedules in order to rehearse. Sometimes all they got were free drinks, but they took what they could get and did it for the love of it.

That was how they got here, on Harry’s couch, his arm draped around her shoulders, and her head on his chest. They were watching Bluey, the way they did most nights they spent together. He would always roll his eyes when Y/N suggested it, pretending to hate it, but she knew it was his favorite show, and he always cried at the emotional episodes.

Their instruments lay forgotten on the table, his blue guitar next to her red one, as they’d spent most of the afternoon drinking beer and writing a new song.

It was a question that had been lingering in the back of Y/N’s mind, and she wasn’t quite sure why she chose that moment to blurt it out, but she did. “Are you going to propose soon?”

Harry’s gaze turned to her, eyebrows raised in light surprise, a small breath exhaled between his lips in a faint chuckle. “What?”

It was too late to take it back, so Y/N sat up and told him, “You’ve always talked about wanting to settle down and get married.” His features remained in small confusion. “We’ve been together for a while. Are you going to marry me?”

“Well, of course I’m going to marry you,” Harry said, like it were some scientific fact that everyone knew and was unchangeable. “You’re my forever, baby. I’ve written about a hundred songs about it.” His lips turned up in a smile. That smile he wore every time he told her he loved her, with a cocky and smug edge as if he were teasing her, laced with affection.

“I don’t mean we have to get married this instant, but I just, I guess we’ve never talked about if we were getting engaged or when and I-“

“Baby,” Harry cut off her nervous rambling, chuckling. He kissed her, soft lips with cracked edges from the cold and dry weather. “I already know what ring I’m going to buy. I’m just saving up for it.”

Y/N’s mind blanked for a moment. “You’re already thinking about rings?” Her lips parted in surprise.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Yes, silly girl. You’re not the only one thinking about marriage.” He smiled at her, reassuring her that he was just teasing. “In case you haven’t noticed yet, I’m hopelessly in love with you.”

“Oh,” Y/N said, still in shock. Here she was, getting all nervous and insecure about marriage and he had already been planning to propose. Her question now seemed a bit foolish. She looked up at him and said, “You know I don’t need some needlessly expensive ring, right? You could buy it on Aliexpress and I couldn’t care less.”

Harry looked at her with slight amusement. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” Y/N said with a small nod. “It’s stupid to spend money on a ring when it doesn’t make much of a difference.”

Harry sighed. “Baby, it’s not about the ring being expensive. It’s about the ring being a symbol for my devotion to you. And I want my devotion to be apparent in the beauty of it.” He tapped the finger on her left hand where the ring would lay. “No, I don’t have to spend money on an expensive ring. That’s why I’m not just getting a huge diamond. I’m getting something you’ll love.”

“But it’s expensive and it’s a waste of money on a simple ring-“

“Is it just a ring? Or is it a symbol of matrimony, of us being together forever?” Harry said gently, correcting her statement. “Not to mention you’re going to be wearing that ring every day ‘till you die.”

Y/N made a sound of contradiction. “Unless we get a divorce.”

Harry stared at her blankly for a few moments. He deadpanned, “Not funny.”

���Kinda funny,” Y/N said with a small smile.

She waited for Harry’s stern gaze to soften with adoration the way it always did. It only took a few moments for his composure to crumble and he leaned in close to her. His nose grazed against hers as he muttered quietly, “You’re going to be the death of me.”

The way he said it sounded like a declaration of love. Everything he said to her did. Because his love could never be called in to doubt. It shone through every word he uttered, every song he wrote, every thing he did.

His lips locked onto hers once again, the tension in his muscles melting away as if all he needed to feel complete was to be pressed against her. To have every inch of skin surrounding her, the taste of beer still on her tongue, and the scent of spring enveloping his senses.

“I’m going to marry you,” Harry uttered, an oath murmured against her lips before placing a hand on the back of her neck, pulling her close once again.

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Harry Styles x Actress!Reader

summary: Harry is down with the flu and had to cancel his remaining L.A. shows. Seeking comfort and reassurance that this was the right call, he FaceTimes his girlfriend YN, who is filming her recent movie on the opposite side of the country, and decides to surprise her sick and hard-working boyfriend.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: Harry being insecure and anxious about his decision, feeling bad about said decision, sick!Harry, but overall fluffy fluffness!

author’s note: I’m so sorry for our hard working man (and all the fans who had tickets), but glad that he prioritizes his health even though it sucks. But his health is more important, people. Please keep that in mind. And yes, I just had to write this. Deal with it <3

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He didn’t need to wait long for her to accept the FaceTime call—probably already anticipating it after she surely had read the headline of him canceling his remaining L.A. shows. It instantly soothed him as her pretty face appeared on his phone’s screen, though it would be even better if she were right next to him. Harry would never be shy about admitting that he loved when YN took care of him. She just knew the tricks and quirks to make him feel better within hours.

“Hey, pretty woman,” he greeted her with his scratchy voice, sniffling a bit and wrapping himself tighter in the lavender robe he had stolen from YN’s designated spot in their bathroom. She smiled softly at him, but the singer could see the worry lines deepening at the picture of his sick self. “Hey, love,” she returned and cooed silently. “How is my man doing?” Harry could see her moving around before she plopped down onto the comfy couch he missed every time they weren’t in their New Yorker home.

He shrugged. “Feel like shit,” he mumbled and sighed deeply before it tickled a violent cough out of him. Her brows were even more furrowed after he had calmed himself again. “Oh, love… What did the doctor say?” Harry shrugged again, feeling more miserably about his canceled shows and fans than about himself and that nasty virus. “The flu. Not the other nasty virus sneaking around in the open. So, you don’t have to worry yourself to death, darlin’.” YN cocked a brow now, looking at him expectantly. “I thought we knew each other after three years into this relationship, H,” she chastised him jokingly with a chuckle. “Y’know I’m always worrying myself to death when it comes to you, sweets.”

And it was the truth. Even if Harry wasn’t sick, YN worried for him—when he flew, when he went on stage, when he went out with friends and didn’t text if he needed a ride back home, and returned in the depths of night to demand drunken cuddles. However, the latter was such a rare thing he did that it almost didn’t count. And she worried the most when she wasn’t there to comfort and take care of him because she was across the country or the globe. It hurt somewhere deep down in her heart seeing him like that, seeing him suffering alone, without a helping hand to ensure he would get better in no time.

“Did you have some soup, love? Should I order something and let it bring to you?” She already sat straighter just to do exactly this, but Harry already shook his head slowly. “Jeff brought me some earlier. Left it at the door, rang, and bolted like a thief on the run.” He chuckled lowly before coughing again, worrying YN even more. But she chuckled alongside him to keep their conversation as light as usual. “At least someone who takes care of you. Got ya’self a good pot of tea?” Again, the singer nodded, grabbing the sunflower-yellow mug from its designated spot next to the propped-up phone and taking a huge sip. “Even put honey in’nit, but it doesn’t taste even closely as good as yours, darlin’,” Harry admitted and furrowed his brows. “Did I do something wrong? Used the wrong honey? Wrong tea?”

YN’s heart broke once more at the sound of his helpless tone and his sad puppy eyes, feeling the urge to leave everything behind and fly across the country. She already eyed the calendar on the coffee table in front of her. “Did you use the one in the drawer? Right to the stove?” Harry nodded, a sad expression deepening on his face. “Yeah,” he mumbled, crushed. YN cooed again, trying to soothe his mind. “Maybe you let the tea steep too long, lovie. Give it another try later, yeah?”

He nodded again, letting his hand rake through his soft, now messy curls, and the woman knew that he wanted to ask something, that something was on his mind, continuing to bug him. “What’s wrong, H?” YN sat up again and leaned forward, smartphone in her hand and forearms resting on her knees. Harry threw her a look she knew all too well—she saw it numerous times on his face and hers as well. Self-doubt. Easy as that. “Do you think it was a good idea to cancel the shows?” She already wanted to open her mouth to tell him exactly this, but he continued. “It’s the first time in my entire career, and I feel like I let down my fans, of whom many traveled to L.A. just to see me. I can’t imagine the costs for that—well, I can, numbers-wise—but the… the emotional cost, the excitement, some of them probably took off at work and… and… I just feel like I failed them, YNN.”

Her heart ached even more, and YN had to try to suppress the tears trying to invade her eyes. He was always so hard-working, always trying to meet his fans’ expectations and wishes, consistently delivering—not only in his singing but also in his starting acting career. She was always in wonder and astonishment when witnessing the dedication of her boyfriend, but at some point, his body had to cave.

“Listen to me, my love,” she began and staring at her man’s face through the screen. “It was the only thing you could do, the only responsible decision there was. Not only for you and your health but also the health of Mitch, and Sarah, and Jeff, and all the others involved, not to mention the health of your fans. For many of them, you’re a role model, someone they look up to, and now they see that it’s a responsible move to say, ‘Okay, I’m sick, I’m gonna stay home’ because many people already forgot this essential key even though we went through a pandemic and still living in one. And I don’t wanna start to talk about the good you do for your body right now. I’m actually impressed on how long you two pushed through with all that stress and constant traveling.”

YN had only waited for that moment to occur—but had desperately wished for it to happen when she was back with him on tour or at home, not when she was in the midst of wrapping up a new project.

Harry grew very silent during her rambling, watching her closely, a small smile appearing on his handsome face. “How long have you waited to hold that speech, love?” Now it was YN’s turn to shrug. “Maybe a few months?” Harry started to grin at her bashful smile and blushing cheeks, still not believing his luck of having found her in that small bookshop back in London, where she had fervently tried to get a hold of a Jane Austen novel.

His grin morphed into a tender, loving smile, only reserved for her eyes to witness—and maybe some cameras when they walked the carpet together or were seen on their many dates. Harry just loved to spoil his woman, and if it were time with him she demanded she would get exactly that.

“Thank you,” he whispered, and YN smiled back, resting her chin in her palm. “Anytime, H.” She checked the clock and hummed softly. “Get some rest, sweets, yeah? Check the bathroom cupboard with the towels underneath. There could still be some unopened stuff for your cough. If not, text me, and I’ll let something get to you.” Harry smiled wider and took a sip of tea before watching her intently. “How did I deserve you?” YN grinned at him, cocking her head to one side. “Asking myself the same question, love. But seriously, get some rest. And when I say rest, I mean the full blow of bedtime comfort and something on Netflix or Prime.” The singer saluted playfully. “Yes, ma’am,” he grinned before turning a tad serious again. “Will probably watch one of yours, so I at least can pretend you’re here. Miss you, darlin’.”

The tears tried to spill over again, so YN took a deep breath before answering, not trusting her voice entirely. “Miss you too, Harry. So, so much. But I’m faster back than you think, ‘promise. I love you. So, so, so much. Sleep tight later.” Both softly waved at one another. “Not as much as I love you, sweetheart. Have a good shoot later.” With a soft Thanks and See you later’s, they ended the call, and YN plopped back onto the couch, staring up at the ceiling in the lonely, quiet apartment. She knew it was rash and born out of desperation, but she just had to do it.

So, she unlocked her phone again, grinning at the goofy wallpaper Harry and she had taken in front of the Statue of Liberty two years ago and scrolled through her contacts. “Hey, Jenn. I need a massive favor,” she spoke up after her manager had accepted her call.

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Harry groaned at the feeling of his sore body after waking up from his restless and unsatisfying slumber, and the first thing he did was cough into the crook of his drenched hoodie. He groaned again after he finally could take a fresh breath of air into his constricting lungs and fought his slow way out of bed to shower and change into something not wet.

With half-closed eyes, he walked into the adjacent bathroom, turned on the shower to let it warm up, and shed his clothes and let them pile on the stone floor. He could take care of that later… Or when he felt better, whenever that might be.

He stood rather long under the hot water drizzling down on him like summer rain before Harry could push himself to leave the cozily warm glass cabin and wrap himself in a fluffy towel. Suddenly, a smell wafted into his nose that was clocked before the hot shower, and the scent let him stop in his tracks. It was her perfume—he could name it in a sea of scents if he had to. Blinking, the singer tried to scan the bathroom for the source; maybe he had accidentally sprayed it last night when he searched for the soap dispenser after not turning on the light? Slowly shaking his head, he dried himself and his hair shortly before changing into a new pair of sweatpants, fluffy socks, and a fresh hoodie. Taking out the cough syrup YN had mentioned two days ago, he took the needed dosage and left the bathroom to go downstairs to prepare a fresh batch of tea and maybe something to eat, though he really didn’t feel like it. But he knew what YN would do if she were here.

Harry yawned while slouching down the stairs but stopped at the end of the steps at the sound of used cutlery and boiling water. With growing confusion, the man rounded the corners and was faced with an angel in his kitchen—one of his Pleasing hoodies adorning her body with a pair of sports tights underneath. She hummed along to the tune of the song playing in the background—The Yawning Grave by Lord Huron, her favorite band—while she prepared the can he had used every day since getting sick and had something boiling on the stove. He felt joy rising in him, but the confusion was still very prominent.

Maybe he hallucinated because the fever was too high?

“Is this real, or is this only in my head?” He asked into the room, scaring her in the process of questioning, and with a low shriek and a slight jump, YN turned to him, a hand pressed over her heart. “Stop scaring the living daylight outta me!” She laughed softly as Harry came rushing over to her, grabby hands outstretched and getting a hold of her waist. Pulling her incredibly close to his chest, the man sighed as he buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her signature scent, which always brought him comfort, and tightening his hold on her. “Whatyadoinhere,” he mumbled, almost inaudible and incomprehensible against her soft skin, his eyes closed, his body finally relaxing.

Her fingers inside his hair tickled a satisfied moan out of him and pushed him to wrap his arms even tighter around YN, not wanting to let her go ever again. Her fingernails scratched gently along his scalp, just the way he liked, and he could feel her soft lips peppering kisses over the reachable part of his head. “I wanted to come home next week anyway, so we pushed a bit through the last couple of scenes, and Jenn got me the first available flight. Couldn’t let you be on your own. My heart almost broke when I saw you slouching around during that FaceTime, feeling miserable enough not to deal with taking care of yourself. So, that’s my job from now on again, ‘kay?” More gentle kisses followed her words, and Harry had never felt this loved and cherished. “A goddess and godsend,” he mumbled again against her skin and let her pull his face up so she could face him and see how he held up so far.

YN’s palm laid softly against his forehead—the contact alone almost made him swoon on the spot after so many weeks and months without her—and he watched her expressions, memorizing every single muscle movement all over again. “At least your fever is not too high. The world will look much better after a bowl of fresh soup and a fresh batch of tea.” She smiled up at him before pulling him at his neck down to her, pushing herself on her tiptoes, and softly kissing his warm cheeks one after the other. The tip of his nose was the last part accepting the tender peck of her lips.

She turned again to stir in the boiling pot, and Harry followed her like a puppy, wrapping his arms around her body again and pressing his face against her shoulder. “You won’t let go anytime soon, aren’t ya?” YN smiled a smile full of contentment as she added the noodles to the chicken broth and removed the tea bags from the pot to add the perfect amount of honey. He only shook his head but watched her doings with eagle eyes, furrowing his brows as she prepped him a mug and let him take it. “It’s just how I made it,” he murmured and taking a sip, closing his eyes, and humming softly. Just how he loved it. “Maybe it tasted different because I have a special ingredient, H,” YN chuckled and prepped two bowls of hot soup for them to enjoy as a late breakfast and an early lunch. “Tell me, please. Don’t wanna feel so helpless anymore if you’re not here, and I need your tea,” he pleaded with her, and the gorgeous woman turned in his arm, cupping his cheeks with both hands. “It’s cheesy but super easy.” Her smile made him almost feel healthy again. “I put an ounce of love into it. It’s what my grandma always told me. Everything tastes better when a loved one makes it for you.”

Almost on the verge of crying, Harry put his mug to the side and cupped her cheek, his other arm still tightly wrapped around her middle. “I don’t deserve you, my darling love,” he whispered and pressed a kiss to her forehead, not wanting to risk infecting her as well. YN continued to comb through his hair and rolled her eyes. “How often do I need to tell you that you, Harry Edward Styles, deserve the freaking fucking world?” He shrugged gently before nodding in the direction of the living room. “Cuddle with me, and I may be convinced of it this time,” he smiled, and with one last look, YN covered their soups and took the pot of tea with her. Harry already threw himself onto the couch, waiting impatiently for her to claim her spot, but first, she covered him with their favorite fluffy blanket. She made sure that he was perfectly covered before finally crawling underneath it as well and pressing her body against his.

“Come here, love,” she whispered invitingly, and Harry let his head heavily rest on her chest, his ear over her soothing heartbeat. He closed his eyes tiredly as she started to stroke through his hair again, scratching his scalp and neck, rubbing over his back. YN began to talk in a mumbling voice about everything and anything until she felt him slip back into slumber he definitely needed the most.

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This got cheesier than anticipated, but this was born entirely from my need for self-indulgence, so we will live with it. Hope y’all enjoyed it! <3 As usual: comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated

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FOOL’S GOLD

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

Pairings: Harry Styles x fem!Reader (Situationship)

Word count: 2kish

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

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

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

I appreciate any likes, reblogs, messages, and interactions.

Masterlist

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

Your phone pings. 

H: Who the hell is that? 😡

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

H: he’s not good enough for you 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•••

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

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

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

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

H: anything for youuuuu 

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

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

“Got you a strawberry milkshake, too.” 

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

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

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

•• 

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

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

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

H: don’t be jealous 

Y: as if 

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

Or what Harry calls ‘your emotional support hydroflask’ 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You too, baby.” 

••

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

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

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

You feel jealous. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

••

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

H: delete that pic right now. 

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

Y: don’t worry. I’m all yours 🫶🏻 

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

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

“No one.” 

•••

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

H: You're coming to my game, right? 

Y: Duh. I am head cheerleader. Remember? 

H: did you take my jersey? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

••

He brands you. 

Y: you literally fucking branded me 

H: ??? 😏 

Y: you know what I’m talking about 

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

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

••• 

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

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

Y: yes. 

Y: come over instead. Bring Taco Bell 

*not even 30 seconds later*

H: ON MY WAY 🏃🏽‍♂️ 

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

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

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

“God, you’re the best.”

•••

When he’s studying after practice. 

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

Y: whats in it for me? 

H: I’ll do that thing you like tonight 

Y: 🤝 don’t gotta tell me twice 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?” 

“Of course.” 

••• 

When you were out with your friends at Lot 26. 

H: come over pls. Need u 🍑 

Y: im at lot 26. 

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

Y: okay can’t wait 🫶🏻 

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

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

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

“Missed you,” he says with a smile. 

“Me too,” you say without hestitsiton. 

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

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

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

••• 

When he meets someone that he really likes. 

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

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

H: stfu. I think you’d like her 

Y: i won’t 

H: well, you’re gonna meet her tonight 

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

Her name is Sarah. 

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

They look unreal together and it makes you feel insecure. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

••• 

When he heard your laugh in a crowded bar 

H: Are you at Joeys? 

Y: Are you stalking me? 

H: I heard your laugh 

•••

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

H: Who's the guy? 

Y: None of your business. Are you jealous? 

H: You wish 

H: I’m not the jealous type. 

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

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

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

“My only friend.” 

[harrysfolklore]

another instagram prompt with madison beer as face claim but relationship focused please!! 🥺

WELL HELLO THIS IS MY FIRST F1 BLURB 🥹 i’m kinda nervous idk why but i hope you like it! i left this open for a part two so lmk if that’s something you’d like to see

btw this is obviously inspired by taylor and joe breakup and taylor and travis lol, also harry ilysm sorry for making you the villain here, anyways, ENJOY!

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yourinstagram THE SPINNIN TOUR STATRS IN 10 DAYS 🥲🤍 who am i seeing there??

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ynfan1 SO FUCKING EXCITED

conangray LETS GO 🔥

ynfan2 this is going to be the biggest concert tour in history and i’m so serious

↳ ynfan1 i mean the pre sale broke ticketmaster, three stadium dates on each city sold out. it’s going to be insane

harryfan1 i can’t wait for the boyfriend harry content this tour is going to give us

ynfan3 she’s getting ready to make history

annetwist ❤️❤️❤️

harryfan2 soooo ready to see harry at the vip box on opening night and all the other nights

dualipa an angel 🤍

oliviarodrigo 💘

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harryupdates Harry out in London today !

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harryfan1 MY BUUUUB

ynfan1 what is he doing in london??? the spinnin tour starts today

harryfan2 HARRY GET YOUR ASS TO ARIZONA RN

ynfan2 he’s not attending opening night :(

harryfan3 what is he mad about lol

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yourinstagram 7th night of the spinnin tour done ! houston thank you so much for your love and your loud singing, i’m making the best memories of my life on this tour thanks to you 🤎

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ynfan1 TOUR OF THE CENTURY

conangray this tour changed my life fr

↳ ynfan2 BEST OPENING ACT EVER

harryfan1 okay but WHEN is harry doing his spinnin tour debut

↳ ynfan1 i wonder the same thing 🤔

arianagrande 🖤

charles_leclerc I can’t wait to see the show 🙌🏻

↳ charlesfan1 CHARLES ???

↳ charlesfan2 he’s a pop girlie wbk

harryfan2 get your ass to the next show NOW

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people It’s over 💔#YN and #HarryStyles are calling it quits after six years of dating. Tap the link in our bio for the full story.

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harryfan1 WHAT?????

ynfan1 NO WAY

harryfan2 nah i don’t believe this

ynfan2 but what about lover??? delicate ??? pov??? so american ??? golden hour ?? paper rings ?? WERE ALL THOSE SONGS NOT REAL

harryfan3 man im so confused right now, how did this happen

ynfan2 lord she must be heartbroken and she has to continue with the tour performing for 70k people every night

harryfan4 this is clearly fake

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profesionalfangirlie UM HELLO I JUST MET CHARLES LECLERC AT YN’S SHOW !!???? istg i just wanted a refill for my lavender haze margarita and he was there in line too WTF ?? #thespinnintour

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charlesfan1 NO WAY 😭😭😭

ynfan1 THIS IS SUCH A SLAY

ynfan2 yn is a celebrity to celebrities

charlesfan2 HES SUCH A FANBOY

charlesfan3 i need to see him trading friendship bracelets

charlesfan4 HOTTEST MAN ALIVE

ynfan3 he’s about to experience the best show of his life

charlesfan5 THE CONTENT WE DESERVE

ynfan3 WAS HE AT THE VIP TENT??

↳ profesionalfangirlie i think he’s up there in a suite of the stadium with family and friends

↳ charlesfan1 OHHHH

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charlesupdates “I wanted to give YN a friendship bracelet with my number on it, since I knew her shows were all about friendship bracelets. She didn’t want to meet me after the show so I took it personal. Other than that the show was completely out of this world, she’s amazing.” -Charles on attending the Spinnin Tour for Fedez podcast !

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charlesfan1 OMG???

charlesfan2 THIS MAN ISTH

ynfan1 girl wtf why didn’t you want to mee him ? @yourinstagram

↳ ynfan2 i bet it was a timing thing and not her actively not wanting to meet him 🥹

charlesfan3 is he shooting his shot ???? publicly

charlesfan4 NOT CHARLES BEGGING FOR A CHANCE

ynfan3 this would be such a powerful ship… ferrari’s golden boy and the pop princess.. do you see the vision…

↳ charlesfan1 I SO DO

INSTAGRAM DMS

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yourinstagram last night of the spinnin tour in the us 🥹🥹 you can tell by my fave here that i’m going to miss these crowds every single day. THANK YOU for coming to the shows, singing every lyric and making friendship bracelets, all the memories we made together will stay with me forever 💘 LATIN AMERICA YOU’RE NEXT 🇲🇽🇦🇷🇧🇷

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ynfan1 IM SOBBINGGGGGG

ynfan2 IM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT SHOWS

arianagrande easily the best show anyone has ever put on, love you sister 🤎

theweeknd The GOAT 🐐

ynfan3 she finished her stadium tour after getting out of a 6 year long relation and being completely heartbroken. she loves her art more than anything

↳ ynfan1 she can do it with a broken heart because she’s THAT good

charles_leclerc Congratulations, excited for what’s coming next 🙌🏻

↳ charlesfan1 CHARLIE ???

↳ charlesfan2 WHATS GOING ON 😭

ynfan4 harry styles you have nothing on her

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ynupdates YN AND CHARLES LECLERC OUT AND ABOUT TONIGHT !!!

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ynfan1 HUHHHH???

ynfan2 GOOD GOD

charlesfan1 IS THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENING

ynfan3 wow and some people clowned him when he said he wanted to give yn a bracelet with his number

harryfan1 she’s dating someone already ??? wow

↳ ynfan1 she has all the right do it especially after realizing that she wasted 6 years of her life with someone who never made any sacrifice for her

↳ charlesfan1 ntm that charles has done more in what a week??? (commenting on her posts, holding hands in public, not making her run from the paps) than harry did in 6 years

↳ harryfan2 i will always mourn ynrry

ynfan3 IM SOOO HERE FOR YNS WAG ERA

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yourinstagram my first race 🏁 i had the best time with the best people🤍

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ynfan1 OMFGGGGG

charlesfan1 the jacket ????? the bracelet ????? the last pic ????? INSANIYY

dualipa ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

ynfan2 THIS IS SO SERIOUS ALSJAKA

harryfan1 she never posted harry in their 6 years together but she posts dumps about her rebound 😭

↳ ynfan1 as if harry wasn’t an ass who never wanted their relationship to be publicly acknowledged, bffr

ynfan2 IM SO HAPPY FOR HER

charlesfan2 i lowkey love this, charles is proof that persistence is key

charles_leclerc ❤️❤️❤️❤️

↳ charlesfan1 AHHHHHH

↳ charlesfan3 I CANT DO THIS

ynfan3 idk if they’re dating but it’s so good to see her proudly attending events and posting about them and not hiding to please the person she’s with

leclerc_pascale Belle 🤍

↳ charlesfan1 MAAAANNNN ITS SERIOUS

lilyhme queenie ⭐️

↳ ynfan1 told ya she was going to befriend all the wags 😭

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charles_leclerc Perfect race ❤️

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charlesfan1 LOML

ynfan1 perfect bc yn was there so true

arthur_leclerc 🙌🏻

charlesfan2 checo in the back is killing me

ynfan2 HARD LAUNCH YN ON INSTA NOW !!!

leclerc_pascale ❤️

harryfan1 you’ll never be harry

charlesfan3 i need yn on every race now

yourinstagram 😍😍😍❤️‍🔥

↳ ynfan1 HEEEEELP

↳ ynfan2 CONTROL YOURSELF

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charlesupdates Charles and YN in Argentina today !! YN has a show there tomorrow, we love a supportive boyfriend 🥺

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charlesfan1 OMFGGGG

charlesfan2 WE STAN THIS

ynfan1 maannn this is what she deserves, someone who's willing to travel across the globe to support her

↳ ynfan2 i can't believe harry just went to ONE show of the positions tour and we used to think that was the most romantic thing ever

charlesfan3 I KNEWWWW he would be at every show once her tour started again

ynfan3 I CANT WAIT FOR ALL THE CONTENT

charlesfan4 we need a charles cam at the spinnin tour crowd

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ynupdates YN JUST CHANGED THE KARMA BRIDGE TO "KARMA IS THE GUY ON THE PITS COMING STRAIGHT HOME TO ME"

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ynfan1 WTFFFF

ynfan2 SHES INSANE 😭

charlesfan1 LORD PLEASE HELP ME

ynfan3 she's so silly. she's also deranged

charlesfan2 what a time to be alive

charlesfan3 MAN I CANT STOP WATCHING THE VIDEO OF CHARLES REACTION

ynfan4 FRUIT BOY YOURE SO OVERRRRR

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charles_leclerc The Spinnin Tour🤍

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charlesfan1 GOING INSANE

ynfan1 OMG BABYYYYY

leclerc_pascale 💕❤️

ynfan2 FINALLY SOMEONE WHO POSTS ABOUT HER !! AND ATTENDS HER SHOWS !! AND IS SUPPORTIVE !!

charlesfan2 this boy is down BAD

carlossainz55 🙌🏻

ynfan3 i cant believe some people still want her old relationship when we have THIS

charlesfan3 charlie's popstar boyfriend era

yourinstagram thank you for being here 🥺

↳ ynfan1 SHE DESERVES THIS AND MORE

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thepopbuzz YN and Charles Leclerc spotted on a yatch in the Bahamas, the couple seems to be enjoying their days off before they have to go back to touring and racing respectively. Tap the link in our bio for more details 👌

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charlesfan1 AHHHHHHHHH

ynfan1 i love one fairytale couple

harryfan1 trying to rewrite history i see

ynfan2 WE STAN

charlesfan2 that should be me

ynfan3 finally a boyfriend who likes pda

charlesfan3 I LOVE THEM SO BAD

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charles_leclerc I wanted to take pictures of my girl but she beat me to it

A much needed break

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charlesfan1 STOP THIS

ynfan1 IM SPIRALING

carlossainz55 Enjoy mates 🙌🏻

lilyhme cuties 💓

charlesfan2 THE BOYFRIEND CONTENT I SIGNED UP FOR

ynfan2 HIS 🥹 GIRL 🥹

yourinstagram lover booooy ❤️

↳ ynfan3 AHHHH MY HEART

charlesfan3 we love simp charlieeee

ynfan4 i can’t stress how happy this makes me. from running to get in a van to this

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yourinstagram SURPRISE !! my new album THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT is coming soon 🤍

ALL IS FAIR IN LOVE AND POETRY

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ynfan1 KAHAIAJAYAABAJAI

ynfan2 WHAT ON EARTH

oliviarodrigo NO WAY ‼️‼️‼️

conangray thank you mother for constantly serving

ynfan3 THE COVER ??? THE NAME ?? THAT LYRIC ??? we’re not ready

charlesfan1 oooohhhh this is exciting

ynfan4 and fruit boy better HIDE

dualipa 🖤🖤🖤🖤

postmalone 🙌🏻

charles_leclerc So proud of you ❤️

↳ charlesfan2 AWEEEEEEES

↳ charlesfan3 i know they just started dating but i hope we get songs about him

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Exploring Depths

Summary: Harry is a gynaecologist and gives you a vaginal examination

W.C: 1427

Warnings: Smut, Cheating, Fingering, Inappropriate relationship with a gynaecologist (this is not how a vaginal exam works in real life guys so please beware)

Tags: Gynaecologist!Harry x Patient!Y/n 

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“Fuck, you're so tight. I’m gonna cum so hard, baby,” your boyfriend moaned while positioning his cock in you. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, making it seem like he was in heaven, sadly you weren't feeling the same, not even close. Jack and you have been highschool sweethearts. He was a great boyfriend and you loved him, however, there was a small problem… he could never make you cum. So you tried to dodge every time he tried to initiate sex, it just seemed boring. You were a virgin when you got together with him, however, Jack has had multiple girlfriends before, so you never understood why he couldn't make you orgasm. You have tried to hint multiple times, but he just didn't seem to care. “Did you come, baby,” he asked you. “Yeah, so hard,” you replied with fake sweetness. You were tired of faking it, at this point.

Later that day, you decided to confront him. You know communication is the key to a successful relationship. “Hey, babe. I wanted to talk to you about something,” you said in a soft voice. You don't know why you were nervous. “Yeah, what was it?” he replied back, he couldn't even care to switch off his phone to give you his full attention. “Ummm, earlier today, when we were having sex. Ummm, I faked it. I didn't actually cum. I think we should work on it,” you were trying to not make him feel bad. “There is nothing to work on. My previous girlfriends never seem to have that problem. There is an issue with you. I think you should go to the gynac and have yourself checked down there,” he said without any care for you. 

You couldn't believe it, youll have been dating for almost 6 years now and he couldn't even care to address the problem you were facing. His answer made you really doubt yourself. “Is the problem in me?” you were thinking to yourself. You quickly booked an appointment with the local gynac so that you could have the issue identified and solved ASAP. 

You had the vaginal exam appointment today and to say you were nervous was an understatement. You quickly got dressed and drove down to the clinic. “Miss Y/N, you're down in room 21, Dr. Styles will be with you in a moment,” the receptionist spoke with a heavy voice, making you even more nervous. You have never visited a gynac until now so this was all very new to you. You opened the door to the room and sat on the small stool, waiting for the doctor to enter. “It shouldn't be that bad. I mean they are professionals of course. It's like showing another woman your vagina, I mean it's nothing she has never seen right?” you kept reassuring yourself. Little did you know that Dr Styles was not a woman but rather a man sculpted from the bare hands of the Greek gods. When you saw him enter the room, it seemed like all the air in the room had been sucked by a vacuum cleaner. It's like you forgot how to breathe. “Why is he a doctor, he should be a model or rather should be put in a museum where people would have to pay to even get a glance of his godly face. His beauty is worth being preserved,” you were thinking to yourself. “Are you the doctor, I thought it would be a female?” you asked him. “No need to feel uncomfortable Love, I am a professional,” he said in a thick British accent. When you thought this man couldn't get any more attractive, he smirked and you could see his beautiful dimples popping. “You can remove your clothes, including your undergarments and wear the paper drape,” he said while putting on the gloves. Fuck his hands were so veiny and big. You were shocked as to why he wasn't leaving the room, but you thought that's how it's supposed to be so you removed your clothes and wore the drape given to you. You were completely naked inside. “Okay now get on the table and put your legs up on the stirrup,” he said while getting the equipment ready and pulling a stool to sit between your spreaded legs. “Umm, before you start i just wanted you to know that this is my first time at the gynac,” you squealed with a nervous voice. “Don't worry darling, I know what I am doing,” he replied back in his masculine voice.

He pulls your gown above your hips and lubricates his hands with the gel. He slowly spread your lips open with his fingers. You shuddered due to the sudden cold feeling in your private area. You noticed a slight smirk appear on his lips. He removed his hands from your vagina. “Now love, tell me why you are here. Are you facing any problems or is this just a regular check up?” he asked. “Umm, whenever my boyfriend and I have sex, Iamnotabletocum,” you said in one breath. “What darling I didn't catch the last part,” he replied back with a smug face. “I am not able to cum,” you said with reddened cheeks. “Ahhh now I understand what the problem is,” he said. “You don't have to worry, let me check if there is an issue,” he continued. 

He touched your lips with his gloved fingers again. “Hmmm someone seems excited,” he said nonchalantly. He could see your pussy glisten in the bright light. You couldn't explain how shy you were, there was something about him that made you so turned on. Not even your boyfriend has ever made you so horny. He inserted a finger in your tight hole and kept pistoning it. You coughed out due to the sudden intrusion. “It's all part of the procedure, calm down,” doctor styles interrupted. He inserted another finger in you and then another, till he had three fingers in you. “Hmmm… you have a very tight vagina Y/N,” he said. The way your name just rolled off his tongue made you even more wet. “Okay, I have done most of the tests, now for the final test, I have to conduct an orgasm test,” he said. “An orgasm test, what is that Doctor,” you asked with genuine curiosity because you have never heard of such a test. Your innocence and the way you called him doctor made Harry hard. You could see a huge bulgy tent forming in his pants. “Was he getting turned on by this?�� you asked yourself. “It is a test that will confirm whether you are able to orgasm or if there is a problem that we need to work on,” he explained. He again inserted three fingers in your hole, slowly pushing them in and out of your vagina. He then pressed his thumb right on your clit. The combination of the movement of his fingers in and out of your vagina and the circle motion of his thumb on your clit was driving you crazy. He continued the movements. A smirk plastered on his face. “Fuck, doctor, I think Im gonna cum, shit,” you moaned out with pleasure. “There we go,” he said while pumping his fingers in you. You orgasmed so hard, you think you might have gone to heaven and back. All the built up frustration just leaving your body. 

You opened your eyes to see Doctor Styles covered in your juice. “Did I just..?” before you could complete your sentence, he interrupted. “Yes, you squirted Y/N. Now you know, the problem isn't you but rather your inexperienced boyfriend who probably doesn't even know where the clit is.” he answered with a devilish look in his eyes. “Thank you so much Doctor Styles,” you said. “Oh no worries love, I love taking care of my patients,” he said with a wink. You still can't believe you squirted, you have only seen that happen in porn and honestly you thought the feeling of squirting was overhyped until you experienced it yourself. You quickly changed into your clothes. “So Y/N I will see you after a month for your next monthly checkup? Gotta make sure all my patients are healthy and satisfied” he asked with mischief in his eyes. “Of course Doctor, Thank you” you replied and left the room. Only if you knew, you would have visited a gynac much earlier. You knew this wasn't the end to the pleasure you would experience with Doctor Styles. 

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