#harry styles x poc

[harrysarchive]

if only you knew, bunny: h.s.

pairing:

dormmate!harry x dormmate!y/n

summary:

"sorry! sorry i thought you were staying out with your mom the rest of the weekend!" harry says, rustling is heard in the background before im gentle moved to over and the door is heard opening. "you can open your eyes bunny."

warnings:

TW⚠️ body shaming

unhealthy relationship with y/n's mom (body shaming, controlling mom, just a shitty mom overall) also really short sorry i just wanted to tease these two

A/N: guys the way this has been in my drafts for about 4 months LMFAO lmk if you would want more dormmate!harry x y/n!

part two

y/n's pov

The smell of peppermint vanilla carries along with the scent of books, soft chatter from the tv carries out in the small dorm, i glance over at the empty bed and a frown tugs at my lips.

"guess im on my own." i huff closing my book and tossing it to the side.

as i pick up my phone a knock makes me still, i glance at the door before walking over to it and slowly opening the door. my eyes catch sight of a lovely shade of green staring back at me.

"um sorry," he clears his throat, "my names Harry, and i think we're flatmates."

my eyes widen at what he says before my eyebrows furrow, "um im y/n, i didnt think i had a dorm mate."

"yeah 'm sorry about that i was in england for the past month, so i couldnt do all the orientation." he shuffles his bags and i snap out of it before throwing the door open.

"apologies, um i didnt think they did unisex dorms here."

"i wasnt expecting this either this is um C36 right?"

"yeah yeah you're right, well welcome to your dorm Harry..." i trail off not knowing his last name hoping he'd fill in the blank.

"styles!" he smirks holding out his hand and I place my hand in his giving it a shake.

"oh my god! harry!" i squeak covering my eyes as i step into our shared dorm, a topless girl perked up on his bed.

"sorry! sorry i thought you were staying out with your mom the rest of the weekend!" harry says, rustling is heard in the background before im gentle moved to over and the door is heard opening. "you can open your eyes bunny."

i peak through my fingers and find our room empty, just the two of us. "i would've left har, you could've asked you know i dont mind." i mumble dropping my bags on my bed.

"nonsense i would rather spend time with you bun, though uh -if you dont mind me asking- why are you back so early?" he asked sitting us on my bed, i sit crisscross in front of him before tears start welding up in my eyes.

"god that woman is so fucking cruel to me har." i gasp out a sob as tears fall freely down my face.

"whoa bunny breathe for me." harry hums pulling me into his arms, broken sobs hiccup through me as i weep like a baby into harry.

"i do everything she wants, im trying to appease her and nothing is ever good enough it's either 'you look too chubby', 'you're face looks dull, use more moisturiser.' 'are you working out?' i'm sick of it!" i hiccup, "as soon as i got there she just starts listening all the things i embarrass her with. 'no daughter of mine should be in college, i got a nice boy down the street who comes with money and would love to be with you if you lost a couple of pounds.' i dont want that har, i've studied my whole life to be here. i want to be a librarian, have my own little bookstore that is where my happiness is and im not going to let her drag me down." i finish my rants tears and snot running down my face and into my hands.

harry stays quite for a little bit, rocking us slowly back and forth, i feel his lips press against my head before he lifts my head to look at him. he wipes away my tears before smiling lightly.

"you're a fighter, bunny. im proud of you, for not letting this woman take control of your life. for being your own goddamn person." he whispered to me before yanking me into a hug and tickling my sides, a laugh erupts from me before i start thrashing in his arms

"harry! stop!" i laugh before he lays on top of my the air literally being knocked out of me, "oof! you fat ass get off of me!"

"gasp! how dare you!" he gives me a cheeky smile before rolling off of me. "want to go get fro yo? on me obviously."

"ugh!" i fake displeasure rolling my eyes, "only because you want some and are paying sure."

harrys pov

i watch as y/n throws a hoodie over her head, i pull my bottom lip between my teeth looking at her legs on display, nice thick thighs and a ass that would make god sin. her face fresh with tears making her glow as bright as a star, a beautiful natural blush on her brown skin, lips plump.

a down right goddess.

"can we stop by a 7/11, momma needs some chips." she smirks pulling me out of thought as i burst into laughter.

"you're a clown!" i snort sliding on some shoes and grabbing my lanyard, i open the door for her and let her slide through, taking time watching her walk from behind before joining her.

" 'm so lonely i might take up that woman's offer with the boy down the street." she breaks the silence shoving her keys in her purse, my heart plummets.

fuck no.

"bunny you can do so much better than a man that will only want you if you lost weight." i sternly say and she snorts.

"well im waiting and theres no one in a 20 mile radius that would want me."

if only you knew bunny.

LOVE YALL REQUEST MORE BULLSHIT!!

-all the love,

em

xo🐝

[whitemancumslut]

domestic things fbh and y/n would do

word count: fluff, mentions of smut

OKAY I SOOO IMAGINE you're both nineteen. you have a famous boyfriend. how is it that you guys survived all this madness. people swear he's a womanizer, but this is the sweetest man you've ever met. harry loved you to pieces. treated you like the only girl in the world.

i strongly believe harry's love language is physical touch. he's obsessed with you. all of over you. "harry styles womanizer," the articles and comments made by older woman in interviews hurt his heart so much. knowing you don't think the same, but the internet didn't. of course they didn't. the internet was filled with mean teenage girls who wished on your downfall. year 2013 was the year of it all. i swear, he'd mentally get all up in his head about the womanizer comments, promise you that not a word of that is true, repeatedly, while you tell him you believe and trust him with every bone in your body.

at one point in the relationship some fans came to the realization harry in fact wasn’t going to leave you for one of them.

what is personal space?

harry was overall obsessed with the idea of you and only you. be wasn't scared to show his affection in public. although you were iffy of the idea of going out more as the band grew bigger as did harry's mobs.

• whenever he went on stage, he always needed his good luck kiss. it was like a good luck charm. whether he needed a quickie in the dressing room or a quick peck it always happened. it 'calmed his nerves.'

• never letting you go. i swear i can't get this idea out of my head. he is the type to stand with his arms wrapped around your torso, waist- just your front.

• kissing your neck, the back of your neck, letting you know who was still there. immediately relaxing your body.

harry definitely goes “without me?” whenever you shower or mention you’re going to.

when he does, he scrubs your hair for you, your back…. and sometimes it gets a little out of hand

after he gets off stage it’s a peck and “howd i do?”

you constantly remind him of how great he is.

makes sure you're safe when you go out without him. you know he's part of the biggest boy band ever. whether you're getting coffee, going to the arena, you're mobbed.

if you were to go out with someone other than harry, maybe one of your friends, while he was out at rehearsal or whatever it was— he would always try to keep contact with you.

if you went shopping he would want you to send photos of you trying on clothes.

“wow.”

“get the red.”

going to sleep

harry takes off his shirt at night, laying in his boxers.

he lives for cuddles. he doesn’t matter if he’s the big or little spoon as long as you’re there with him.

however if he is big spoon, he is completely cradling you into his arms. it’s the cutest thing ever. it’s like he’s scared youll get taken in your slumber.

big spoon turning into little spoon over night. he’ll be holding you and then all of a sudden, while you sleep you turn towards his and subconsciously wrap your arms around him and he would subconsciously fall against you and let himself be held.

waking up

“no. five more minutes” he’ll babble nothings that you won’t even try to understand.

pecking your temple and convincing you to stay in bed with him 5 more minutes.

he doesn’t care for morning breath. he would have a full on make out session with you.

only way to get him up early is proposing showering together and he’s up and ready.

fbh is such a passionate kisser. his kisses would be so arnghhhhhh, right??

temple kisses. they’re comforting.

he kisses you on the lips so softly. you know his rhythm. you’ve studied it since you got together.

he’s always mindful when kissing.

if it’s to get intimate he will always attempt to let his tongue past your lips and see if you reciprocate.

if he’s having trouble before stage. anxiety persay, you’re always there speaking him through it.

always assuring him he did well.

[sooverwhitesandpinks]

Wish You Were Sober

fratboyharry x friend!reader Inspired by the lyrics of Wish You Were Sober by Conan Gray

Warnings: angst, alcohol, weed, frat party, no mention of gender, idk.

You never really wanted to come to these parties. Maybe the first few in the beginning of the semester, but you grew tired of them quickly.

Beer, weed, loud music, and sweaty bodies. The bathrooms were always trashed and the floor was always sticky, but you still spent your Friday nights in these humid frat houses. Not for your personal benefit, but for Harry.

"Is he really worth it?" Your roommate, Gianna asked. You were on one of the couches in the living room. Her boyfriend, Danny, was on her other side with his arm lazily slung over her shoulder, scrolling through his phone.

You sank further back into the couch. Your eyes hadn't moved away from Harry in minutes. He was leaned against a wall in black jeans and a dark henley, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the buttons unfastened, exposing his chest. A red flannel was tied around his waist, he'd taken it off within the first half hour of you two arriving.

He looked too good, he always did. His eyes were bright, his hair was perfect. His smile was killer, though the only thing killing you was that it wasn't being sent your way. The girl he'd been chatting up all night was the lucky recipient.

The girl, Piper, was in one of your smaller classes. She was pretty, you understood why Harry liked her. She was sweet and genuine but fuck, did you wish you could hate her.

They looked cute together, you guessed. She stood in front of him, drink in hand as she effortlessly flirted back. You watched as she shrieked something that he laughed at before they switched drinks and took a sip. They both pulled a face before switching back. You shook your head and finally looked away.

"Is who worth what?" You played dumb, turning to Gianna.

"Is Harry worth pining over? You follow him around like a lovesick puppy and he just keeps dragging you behind him," she tsked, sipping her seltzer.

You ran your thumb over the rim of your drink can and bit your cheek before answering. You and Harry became friends at an involvement fair at orientation over the summer. You were instantly smitten, but you never told him and he acted like he didn't notice.

"He's a good friend to me," you replied, shrugging.

"Is he? He's gotta know you like him, and he plays with your feelings anyway," she told you.

"He doesn't know," you shook your head, though you didn't put any effort into hiding your staring or blushing.

"He uses your feelings against you. He drags you out to these parties, he gets drunk, he knows you'll always take care of him," she sat up, staring down at you.

"He's just drunk, it's not intentional," you responded with a shake of your head, though you didn't know why you were excusing his behavior. She wasn't wrong.

"Either way it's fucked up. It's happened too many times. He brings you to these stupid parties you don't like, he flirts with other girls in your face, he gets too drunk, and you always sign up to take him home. Plus he tries to bone you when his flavor of the night won't fuck him 'cause he's hammered," she ranted. "You deserve better."

"I know," you dropped your head into your palm. You did deserve better. "I gotta get over him."

"Go get another drink, and go dance or flirt or I don't know, just don't look at him again. He'll be just fine without you," she shooed.

You lazily got off the sofa, making a point to look everywhere except the corner of the room Harry was currently occupying.

"Okay, I'm going," you nodded, setting your empty can beside the pile of them on the side table.

"'Atta girl," Gianna whooped. Your first stop was the kitchen, you grabbed your second seltzer of the night from a cooler before stepping out into the backyard.

The cool air of October nipped at your nose and the exposed skin of your knees. The back deck had been converted into a beer pong arena, people were crowded around the white folding table. You bypassed the mass of people and headed toward the bonfire in the yard.

"You mind if I sit here?" You asked, pointing to an empty folding chair beside some guy you'd never seen before.

"Not at all," he shook his head. His voice was lazy and his eyes were red tinted and heavy.

"Thanks," you nodded. You stared into the fire pit as the few other people in the circle conversed.

"You smoke?" The guy from before asked, holding a half-smoked joint out.

"Sometimes," you shrugged, accepting it. You brought it to your lips and sucked in a deep breath, feeling the smoke fill your lungs.

"You seem sad," he observed, taking the joint from between your fingers and hitting it himself. You exhaled.

"Maybe I am," you shrugged. He blew a cloud of smoke in the other direction before turning to face you again.

"How come?" He asked, handing you the joint. You took another hit, held it, then exhaled before you replied.

"I don't even know your name," you said, still blowing smoke. You handed him the joint again.

"I'm Zayn," he smiled before batting his long eyelashes. You told him your name before finally answering his question.

"I'm desperately in love with one of my friends, but he couldn't care less. My roommate thinks he's stringing me along, and honestly she might be right," you admitted. You sat back in your chair as the buzz from the weed startled to settle in.

"Damn," he hit the joint once more before he passed it off to the girl a few seats over from him.

"Damn indeed," you nodded.

"You wanna talk about it?" He asked, you could feel his eyes on the side of your face even though yours hadn't moved from the flames.

"Not particularly," you answered. If you talked about it, you might cry. You saw him nod in your peripheral before he turned to face the fire as well.

The two of you sat side by side, the crackle of the fire and the cheers of the cup pong club were the only sounds in the air. You weren't sure how long you were sitting there. You weren't exceptionally high, but definitely buzzed. Your drink was almost empty by now, the alcohol in your system only providing a slight buzz as well.

"I'm gonna go get another beer, you want anything?" Zayn asked, rising from his seat.

"I'm okay," you shook your head. He nodded before walking off.

He returned a few minutes later, beer in hand and a couple trailing behind him. The girl, who you now realized was Piper, was holding Harry up. He was behind her, slumped over her shoulders.

"These two were walking around calling your name, I told them you were out here," Zayn said as he plopped down into his seat again.

"Harry's hammered. I asked him who he trusted to take him home and he said your name," Piper explained. She gestured to the boy behind her who stood up upon the mention of his name.

"This your friend?" Zayn asked. You nodded.

"Okay, I'll uh-- I'll get him back to the dorms," you stood, suddenly thankful you hadn't taken another hit.

"Thanks. I would do it but I don't know which building he's in," she smiled, patting Harry on the arm.

"Why can't we go back to your place?" He slurred, looking to Piper, who giggled.

"Because you're too drunk," she told him. "Call me tomorrow, if you can remember."

"Oh I will," he pointed. Piper waved at you before walking back to the house.

"Hey," you felt Zayn's hand wrap around your wrist. "Don't get strung along."

You didn't say anything, just nodded. You grabbed Harry's arm and wrapped it around your neck so you could help him walk.

"Hiiiiii," he cheesed, starting to walk with you.

"Hey, Harry," you sighed.

"Can I hit that joint I saw back there?" He asked, jabbing his thumb back in the direction of the bonfire.

"Absolutely not," you shook your head as you walked alongside the house.

The two of you stumbled down the street, Harry babbling incoherently and you trying to lug him just a few blocks further.

"You're so nice," he hummed, tripping on every third or fourth step he took.

"I know," you sighed, disappointed with yourself.

The two of you eventually made it to the dorm hall, slowly climbing the few steps ahead of the door. You had to instruct Harry on which leg to lift when.

"You're so pretty too," he added. You shook your head and let it roll off of your back, he always started with that. You pulled him into the building and dragged him to the elevator. The two of you leaned against the back wall after you hit the button for your floor.

"I think I might be a little drunk," he giggled. You wanted to laugh with him, but you couldn't.

"Maybe," you simply replied. The doors opened after a minute or so. You stood up again, letting Harry's weight fall back on you once again.

You walked down his hallway, stopping at his door. He mumbled something about this looking like his room as you punched his code in and opened the door.

You dropped him on his bed, his roommate gone like usual. Harry fell back onto his mattress, his fingers sliding down your arm until they grasped your hand.

"You should lay down with me," he suggested, patting the small space beside him with his other hand.

"No, Harry," you shook your head and pulled your hand from his. You moved to his dresser and grabbed his water bottle.

"C'mon, please," he begged. You sat down on the corner of his bed and held his water out.

"No. Just drink some water," you sighed. This was how it usually went. You would bring him home and he would try to pull you into his bed. You wouldn't ever take advantage of him, but it somehow felt like he was trying to take advantage of your kindness and love for him.

"Okay, okay," he nodded before he clumsily sat up beside you. He grabbed the bottle from your hands and took a small sip.

"More," you urged, wanting to leave this entire situation. You pledged to never accept a party invitation from him ever again. Gianna and Zayn were right. You can't keep getting caught up in your own one sided feelings and let yourself get dragged behind him.

"I'll drink this whole thing if you let me fuck you," he said, leaning closer. You closed your eyes and let out a shaky sigh, the smell of alcohol mixed with his cologne consuming you. You jumped when his lips met your jaw.

"Harry, I'm not gonna fuck you," you shoved him away gently. You still hadn't opened your eyes.

"Why not?" He leaned in again, this time speaking lowly into your ear. "We both know you want it."

You shook your head again and shoved him back a little harder this time. You stood from the bed and tried to breathe calmly, but you were honestly at your breaking point.

"Is that all I am to you?" You asked, not turning around to look at him yet.

"What do you mean?" He slurred, reminding you just how drunk he was.

"I can't keep doing this, Harry. I can't keep letting you drag me around. It's not good for me anymore, not that it ever was," you started, turning around to look at him.

"I'm sick of watching you parade other girls around all night. I'm sick of still being a good friend and taking you home when you're too drunk to walk. And I'm extremely tired of you toying with me when your first choice won't have sex with your drunk ass," you huffed, frustrated tears pooling in your eyes. "It's exhausting, and I'm tired of it. I deserve to be called pretty when you're sober."

You looked down at Harry, watching him stare back up at you. He seemed a little less drunk than he was before. He blinked a few times, running a hand through his hair.

"I'm a shitty friend," he shook his head, setting his water down on the floor.

"You're not, Harry. Most of the time you're great. Honestly, it's not your fault. It wouldn't hurt so much if I wasn't hopelessly in love with you," you bravely confessed. You figured he wouldn't remember it anyway.

"It is my fault, though. I knew you liked me and I still said all that terrible stuff to you," he spoke. You wiped your tears away with the heels of your hands, even though fresh ones replaced them almost immediately.

"God, Harry. I think I need to be away from you for awhile," you said, blowing out a shaky breath. He didn't say anything, just nodded.

"Are you going to remember this in the morning? You usually don't."

"Do we have this conversation often?" He glanced up at you with a hiccup.

"No, not the conversation. You usually try to get in my pants though," you grabbed a bottle of painkillers and set them on the table by his bed.

"I'm sorry," he fell back onto his mattress again, clearly exhausted. He rubbed his eyes.

"I know," you stated, pulling the door open.

"I wish I was sober for this conversation," he sighed, turning onto his side.

"I wish you were sober too," you walked out.

Masterlist

Part 2

[avatar-anna]

another angst that I thought of 😭😭😂 what if y/n has a huge ass crush on harry and she's very open about it and would always call him/introduce him as "my future boyfriend" but then she overheard harry talking bad about her behind her back so she was all sad and mopey

shore!

(this is an au btw)

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“She’s exhausting sometimes, mate. Like she doesn’t have an off switch. She acts like my girlfriend in front of all our friends. It’s embarrassing!”

You’d come into Harry’s room to see if he wanted to order takeout and study for their econ test together, but you paused right before you knocked on his door.

He was embarrassed? Sure, it wasn’t a secret that you were into him. He was cute, he was smart, he was kind to his mom, he was that typical “boy next door” type, and when you met him at the first residence hall meeting, you were smitten.

You weren’t the shy type, so you went over and introduced yourself to him and his friends, compared schedules for the Fall semester, and when you realized you and Harry shared a class, you couldn’t have been happier.

That was a year ago. You were in your second year of university, and you were still dorm neighbors, still ended up having a class together. You and Harry were inseparable, but it wasn’t one sided. He knocked on your door too, asking if you wanted to go to office hours with him or if you wanted to join him for dinner. Just the two of you.

You weren’t sure when the jokes started, it just kind of happened. One time when you were at a party with all of your friends, you introduced yourself to someone as “Harry’s future girlfriend,” and no one batted an eye, not even Harry. He just laughed—not in a mean way—and moved on. You didn’t see that as him telling you to stop, so you didn’t, and then everyone was in on it. Your friends asked about your “boyfriend” and his greeted you as “H’s girlfriend.” it was all harmless, and it didn’t go much farther beyond a couple pet names and the occasional tap on the nose, but you never would’ve done any of that if you knew Harry was uncomfortable. You had a crush, you weren’t totally unreasonable, but he clearly thought you were.

Unable to help yourself, you stayed a little longer by Harry’s door to hear what else he had to say about you.

“I tried to ask out this girl from our history class today, and she called me an ass because she knew I had a girlfriend! I mean, come on, mate when does it end?”

Now, it ends right now, you thought. You’d done these things because you liked Harry and you thought he maybe liked you too, but that clearly wasn’t the case. You suddenly felt this feeling in the pit of your stomach. Like all the butterflies you got when he smiled at you died one by one.

If Harry didn’t like you, then he should’ve said something. Perhaps him not saying something was his idea of him expressing dislike, but you honestly thought he was okay with all the jokes and flirting. But he wasn’t, and he couldn’t say it to your face. Instead, he hid in his room and ranted about it to a friend when he could’ve just talked to you about it. You weren’t an unreasonable person, if he’d kindly stated his discomfort, you would’ve apologized and ended the whole thing there. You would’ve been a little embarrassed and bummed that he didn’t like you back, but you could move on from that. But you didn’t like people who talked behind your back, and you could be very petty to people who did.

Turning on your heel, you decided to eat dinner and study on your own. A single tear slipped out, but you quickly wiped it away. Harry wasn’t worth crying over.

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“You didn’t wait for me this morning.”

Looking up from where you were checking your emails on your computer, you saw Harry standing by your desk, his backpack over one shoulder. He had two to-go cups of coffee in his hands, one of which he set down your desk. You peeked at the label stuck to it, a chai latte with two shots of espresso. Your favorite.

“I had a question for the Dr. Marshall,” was your reply. It was a lie, but you didn’t want to tell him you’d been avoiding him since you overheard his phone call the other day.

“Oh. Well, are we still on for lunch and homework in the library? I have this psych paper that is absolutely kicking my ass—"

"I can't today," you said, cutting him off. Normally you'd jump at the opportunity to spend one-on-one time with him, but now you feared the next time you had to be alone with him. You couldn't just turn your feelings for him off, but you couldn't really stand to be around him, either. You didn't know how to act around him anymore.

"Uh...Okay, I guess I'll see you at the party on Friday? You're still going to that, right?"

"Yeah, I am," you said, but what Harry didn't know was that you wouldn't be going with him.

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"I don't know what to do, Mel! I still like him, but he clearly can't stand me. But then he keeps asking to hang out at the library or to get lunch, and—and—and it drives me insane!"

You were in your dorm with your roommate Mel. She'd agreed to walk with you a couple blocks off campus to a party at some junior's house after the football game tonight. She had been confused as to why you weren't going with your "future boyfriend," and since you hadn't told anyone about what you'd overheard the other day, it kind of just came pouring out of you.

“I’m sorry, babe,” Mel said.

“Like, I know he doesn't like me that way, but I thought if I was affectionate around him or something, I could convince him.”

“You can't Pavlov him into liking you, Y/n,” your roommate said, trying not to laugh.

“Obviously,” you muttered. Looking up at Mel, you asked her seriously, “Am I crazy?”

Mel joined you on your bed, letting you rest your head on her shoulder. “You’re not crazy, Y/n. You have a crush, and unlike most people, you weren’t shy about it. If Harry didn't like it, he should've said something at the beginning. I bet he liked the attention.”

You hummed. She had a point. Harry never told you to stop the flirting, otherwise you would've. You liked him, but you didn't want to play a game you knew you were going to lose.

“Sometimes I got the feeling he actually liked me too, you know? But now I just can't stop hearing how he said I embarrassed him.”

“Would you forgive him if he apologized? Go out with him?” she asked.

“Mmm. I think it would have to be a really nice apology. I still like him, but I don't take kindly to being disrespected.”

“Good girl.” Mel stood up and pulled you to your feet. “Come on, let's get ready for tonight. I have a feeling if you give someone else your attention, Harry'll be falling at your feet.”

Hope fluttered in your stomach, but you tried to ignore it. “You think so?”

Mel nodded before going over to your closet. “Harry took your flirtation for granted. Once he sees you flirting with someone else, he’ll see.”

Even if you didn’t end up going out with Harry, you still wanted to show him what he was missing, so you took the clothes Mel handed over to you. “Alright. Let's do this.”

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It was about an hour into the party, and you’d yet to go over to Harry.

You saw him come into the house, but instead of going over to him like you normally would, you held back and admired him from afar.

He was in a black and white flannel, half his hair tied up in a bun at the top of his head. He was just so cute, it was infuriating, but you held your ground.

And Mel was there to keep you in check too. She had your arm looped through yours as she introduced you to some of her friends, and after a while she hardly cared about where Harry was or what he was doing.

While you were in line at the keg, you heard your name called. For a moment you were excited that Harry was coming to you instead of the other way around, but it wasn’t him.

“Oh, hey Ash,” you said with a smile. He sat next to you in your history class, and you'd exchanged numbers for study sessions or in case one of you couldn't make it to class and needed notes.

Ash came over and gave you a side hug. “How’ve you been?”

“Fine. This line is a little long, though.”

“Always is,” Ash agreed. “Mind if I cut the line with you?”

“Sure.”

You talked to him about classes and plans for the weekend and whether these parties were actually fun or just something to do.

“So, where’s your boyfriend. Harry, right?”

“Oh, he’s not my boyfriend,” you said, blushing a little.

Ash frowned. “Sorry, I just assumed. It's a small campus and I see you guys together all the time.”

Well, there was no point in lying. “Yeah, I—I’ll be honest and say I had a pretty huge crush on him.”

“Had?”

You nodded. “I’ve recently discovered he doesn’t feel the same.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, and he sounded genuine. You’d never hung out outside of class before, but he seemed like a cool guy. Harry’s friends had become your friends, but now all you could think about was how they all laughed at you behind your back about how pathetic you were. Maybe you could make some new friends.

“Do you want to get out of here?” you asked suddenly. “This line hasn’t moved and there’s a diner with really great milkshakes close by.”

“A milkshake sounds a lot better than cheap beer.”

Ash smiled down at you, and he playfully offered you his arm. You took it, slipping your phone out of your puffy jacket to text Mel you were leaving early. She responded immediately.

Mel☀️☀️: got lucky? ;))

Rolling your eyes, you quickly typed out a response.

You: yes, but not the way you think. he's a friend

On your way out, your name was called for the second time tonight. You looked up from your phone to see Harry jogging over to catch up to you.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you all night. Where have you been?”

The urge to hug him was strong, but you held fast onto Ash’s arm. “I’ve been around.”

“I’ve missed you,” he said. “Come play beer pong with us. We’re up against Zayn and his girlfriend.”

Stay strong, stay strong, stay strong, you thought. “Thanks, H, but Ash and I were just leaving.”

Almost as if he didn't notice Ash standing next to you with your arm looped through his, Harry looked over, a small frown on his lips. “Oh, um, well then I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You went to respond, but Ash beat you to it. “Actually, we have a history test coming up. We were going to study together.”

Harry’s face fell even further, and while you wanted to distance yourself because he hurt you, you still didn't like the idea of hurting him. “You could join us if you want.”

Harry suddenly straightened up, an easy smile on his face. “No, no I’ll see you around. Take care, Y/n.”

You and Ash left soon after, and once you were far enough away from the party, you asked, “What was that about? We don’t have a history test.”

Ash shrugged. “He likes you. He just needs a little push.”

“How can you tell?”

“Well, he couldn’t stop staring at how close we were, and he watched us leave, was standing by the door until we turned the corner.”

“Really?” How did you not notice?

“Yeah,” Ash said. “I think just a couple times of us hanging out will make him putty in your hands.”

Well, that seemed nice. “And what’s in it for you?”

“Nothing. We’re friends, and friends help each other.”

Ash was definitely interesting, and you liked him, as a friend, obviously. He felt like a big brother looking out for you, and you could use a little of that.

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Another Friday night, another party.

You were with Ash and his friends and Mel, a group that was actually very fun. Oh, and Harry was there too.

You hadn't been hanging out with him very much, but not to the point of being rude. You just kept yourself busy, and the longer you went not spending time together, the more he kept pestering you about it.

“I feel like I never see you anymore,” he said earlier tonight. He asked if you wanted to skip the party tonight and watch movies in his room. It was exactly the kind of thing you wanted to do with him, but you couldn't just cancel on your friends, and you liked hanging out with Ash. So you invited him, and he said yes.

Harry was practically by your side the whole night, not touching you or anything like that, but his closeness definitely sent a message to any guy—or girl—who seemed interested.

You weren’t even dressed up, but you felt good. You'd just had your braids redone, your edges were laid perfectly, and the green top you were wearing just popped perfectly on your skin. If Harry didn’t at least find you attractive, he was an idiot.

And now you were sitting in some frat house backyard, your head resting on Ash’s shoulder. You could feel Harry’s glare from here, but he remained quiet as he sipped on his beer, hardly saying a word since you met up with your friends.

“I think tonight might be the night,” you said to Ash quietly, a smile on your face. Harry had been glowering all night, had complained that he didn't get to see you as much as he used to the last couple weeks, but he still didn't outwardly express his feelings. You'd done enough of that already. Now it was his turn.

“Yeah? He does look pretty pissed,” Ash agreed. He subtly gave you a fist bump before rejoining his conversation with Mel, who winked at you on his other side.

After a few more minutes, Harry cleared his throat. “Y/n, do you want to come get another drink?”

He was glaring at where your head was on Ash’s shoulder, but you just smiled like nothing was amiss. “I haven't finished mine, but thanks,” you said.

“Please?” He sounded hurt, and one thing you didn't want to do was hurt him the way he hurt you.

Winking at Ash and Mel, you stood up and straightened your skirt. “Sure. I’ll be back, guys.”

When you walked over to him, you almost wished he would put his arm around you or something, but he didn’t, the only time he touched you being when the crowd inside got a little too thick and he grabbed your wrist so he wouldn't lose you.

Instead of going to the kitchen where a mini bar had been set up, Harry led you to the front of the house, sitting down on the porch swing. You sat down next to him, keeping a small sliver of distance between the two of you.

“You normally sit on my lap,” Harry mused, his foot pushing against the floor to rock the porch swing back and forth a little.

“Normally,” you said, because he was right. You used to sit on his lap and play with his hair at parties, and now you weren't even touching him. “I don't want to give anyone the wrong idea, though.”

“Okay, what is going on here? Am I missing something?” he asked, the words sounding like they tumbled out of him before he could stop them.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean! You were all over me for a whole year and now—”

“Now? Now I realized that it embarrasses you and it got in the way of seeing people you actually have feelings for, so I’ve moved on.”

“Well where the hell did you get that from?” he asked, bewildered.

“From you! You said those things a few weeks ago on the phone,” you said. You didn't raise your voice often, but Harry could be so dense sometimes.

Realization seemed to dawn on him. “You heard me when I—”

“Uh huh.” You raised your brows at him, waiting for an explanation.

“I, uh, my friends constantly teased me. About you. I just thought if I told them what they wanted to hear they would leave me alone. I didn't realize—”

“So, instead of sticking up for me, you played along?” you shook your head in disbelief. “God you're a dick.”

“I know, I’m sorry. It wasn't right, and saying all that stuff felt like acid on my tongue. I wish I could take them back.”

“Me too,” you said resting your chin in your hands. When you felt like you weren't about to cry, you looked over at him, only to find him waiting to meet your gaze. “Are you really embarrassed by me? Why did you never tell me to stop? I would've if you'd said something, but it didn't seem like it bothered you.”

“You don't, and I wasn’t bothered, I just—”

“Just what?”

“I—I’m not like you, Y/n, it’s hard for me to just wear my heart on my sleeve the way you do.”

Well that much was obvious, but you were glad he was opening up to you now. “I don't need you to be like me, or even like me like that, I just want you to tell me to stop if you're uncomfortable.”

“But that's the thing. I'm not uncomfortable,” he said. Reaching his hand out, he settled it over yours. “It was just so full on from the beginning, and I don't mean to sound like more of an asshole than I already have, but it was hard to determine if I liked the attention or that it was you giving me that attention.”

“I guess that makes sense,” you said. “I’m sorry, I know I can be kind of intense.”

“Don’t apologize for being who you are, Y/n. I was the one who couldn't identify my feelings.”

“And have you? Identified your feelings?”

You looked at Harry, trying to read the expression on his face, but he could be so guarded sometimes.

But then he nodded, and the hand that was resting on yours shifted so he was holding it. “I...really like you. Not spending time with you has been absolute torture, and I—I know I probably ruined my chances with you, but since you were nothing but honest about your feelings before, I just thought I should tell you.

“But I won't—I won't, like, get in the way of things if you like that Ash guy,” he said.

You smiled a little when he mentioned Ash. Instead of answering, you stood up and moved so you were standing in front of him. Looking down at his lap, then back to his eyes, you asked, “Is this seat taken?”

Harry chuckled, his dimples flashing for the first time tonight. “Nope. All yours.”

You made yourself comfortable on his lap, and he was quick to wrap his arms around your waist. Your hands immediately went for his hair, and he leaned into it, humming with pleasure, practically purring like a cat.

“I’ve missed this,” he said, his eyes closed as you continued to scratch your nails against his scalp.

“Could’ve had this if you hadn't opened your big mouth,” you joked.

Opening his eyes, he looked into yours, serious all of a sudden. “I really am sorry for that.”

Harry had been a dick, but he wasn't the same as you. Sure, you wished he'd open up more, and maybe he would, but you couldn't expect him to change so suddenly. “I...accept your apology. Just please don't do it again. You really hurt my feelings.”

He nodded. “Of course, and you might not believe me, but I’ll defend you against anyone. My friends were being pricks, and I should've stood up for you. I won't make that same mistake again.”

“I know you won't,” you said. This was his second chance. If Harry really likes you like he said, he wouldn't fuck it up again.

“Well, now that that's out of the way, I’d like to do something, but I have to make sure of something first,” Harry said. He took your chin in his hand, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “You’re not dating that Rash character are you?”

You threw your head back and laughed. “Ash. His name is Ash. And no, I’m not dating him, he's just a friend. He was part of my plan to help you pull your head out of your ass.”

“Oh. Well then I should thank him, but that can wait. I'd rather do something else right now.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

Harry didn't answer, just brought your lips down to his. The kiss was everything you wanted it to be and more. His lips were buttery soft, moving with yours perfectly, like you were made for each other. His tongue made your heart swell about three sizes, and you couldn't help but dig your nails into his hair and tug a little, making him groan around your mouth.

His hands stayed at your waist, but you moved them lower, encouraging him to explore, and then he was everywhere. It didn't matter that you were outside where anyone could see you. As far as you and Harry were concerned, you were the only two people on earth to exist.

You noticed—barely, as Harry’s lips had you in a pretty stellar daze—that he'd been avoiding touching our hair at all. Moving to his neck to kiss and suck marks on his skin, you breathed, “You can touch them. The braids.”

“I just didn’t—I mean I know it's a sensitive subject—”

“You didn't ask, H. I'm telling you you can, that's the difference. I want you to.”

Nodding, Harry ran his hands through them, a small smile on his face. “They’re beautiful. You're beautiful.”

“Thank you. So are you,” you said.

Leaning down, you kissed him once again, and there wasn't much talking after that. You could've sat there for hours, kissing and touching and exploring. You wanted to know which areas made Harry’s breath hitch and which ones made him moan and which ones had him gripping your backside harder and pulling you closer. So you did just that, and so did he. He found your favorite spot just behind your ear and the one at the base of your neck. He made you shiver and push your hips against his when he reached underneath your shirt, not touching or exploring, just sitting there and enjoying the warmth of your skin.

Your body reacted to every little thing he did, and so did he, to the point where you felt his jeans tighten beneath you.

“Wanna get out of here?” he asked softly against your chest, placing open mouthed kisses right where the v of your blouse covered your breast.

“God yes,” you practically whined, making Harry chuckle, though he was just as desperate to leave as you were. “I have to tell Ash and Mel that I’m leaving first, though.”

So you slid off Harry, and this time he was all over you, arms around your waist and fingers resting on the sliver of skin between your blouse and skirt. When you return, the whole group watched you walk over. Someone whistled, but you couldn't tell who. Embarrassed all of a sudden, you turned your face into Harry's chest. Perhaps it was disbelief that it was actually happening.

“Take a wrong turn? You've been gone a while,” Mel said, a knowing smile on her face.

“We actually came to tell you we're leaving,” Harry said. “Probably to have sex, but we’ll see how it goes.”

Your mouth dropped into an ‘o’ in total shock. Slapping his chest, you said, “I cannot believe you just said that!”

“What? I'm just being honest. I'm all about being open and honest about my feelings now,” Harry said, not at all embarrassed by what he said.

“Oh God, I've created monster,” you groaned.

Your friends waved you off with teasing and laughter, but all you could focus on was Harry's thumb rubbing circles into your skin as he said, “You did, and you'll find that I'm quite insatiable.”

With a pinch to your bum, you squealed and pulled Harry out of the house as fast as you could without running. Harry opened his car door for you and practically sprinted to the other side so you could be off. His hand was on your thigh the whole way back to campus, reaching higher and higher, then coming back down your leg. It was torture, but the good kind. You were nearly buzzing with anticipation by the time he parked and let you out of the car.

And the second you were alone in his room, you were on him. Harry's hands were not so shy now that you were truly alone, reaching under your skirt and kneading your skin for all it was worth. You squeezed him hard once his mouth started exploring too, unable to much more than pull his hair and exhale encouraging words until you were a mess underneath him. He gave you a cocky smile as he kissed the corner of your mouth, but you were quick to pin him beneath you, eager to blow his mind the way he did for you.

You'd left the party early, but as far as you were concerned, you were just getting started.

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a quick note: i just wanted to say that i don't pretend to know what it's like to be black or to have a black woman's hair, but an anon asked if i would ever write from a black woman's perspective, and i always want to represent all walks of life in my writing. i hope this fic and the mentions of black women's hair is respectful and not offensive to anyone. pleas let me know if it is and i will change it immediately. all my love💕💕

[adoreyouusugar]

Idk I just expected WAY more Harry Styles x Black reader and not that insecure bs but like actual good writing 💀not the few and far 2014 posts and tbh I don’t even see many of those ( with the rushed writing and just almost nonsensical talking )

[dorothyrryontour]

if harry styles were your boyfriend in 2015

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, he would have had to spend a long time convincing you to date him. This is because he is an Aquarius man who loves Charles Bukowski and wears skinny jeans, and you’d have listened to 1989. You didn’t want to make yourself look dumb by believing a member of One Direction, a band for whom every teenage girl within a million kilometer radius would manually rip off their fingernails to share a breath with, would be seriously, genuinely interested in you. But Harry, ever the hopeless romantic in spite of the height of his broody-bad-boy phase, would fly out regularly to knock on your door and take you to dinner. He would send you flowers randomly at work, and, one time, he would rent out an amusement park for your family on your little brother’s birthday. Your family obviously had many questions about this, and your friends had already begun telling their friends that you were dating Harry Styles. When you anxiously promised a group of 20 you’d hook them up with One Direction tickets, he did not hesitate to oblige. Eventually, you agreed to let him be your boyfriend provided he agreed to calm the fuck down.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you’d learn that the band had become much more of a business than a group of friends over the years. This means that you only ever met Liam Payne twice, and he was only nice the second time. Harry tells you in advance that the band is going to break up, and that they’re going to call it a hiatus, but he has a feeling it will be forever. He sheds a few tears over it actually and makes you swear to take this to your grave. You don’t know if he means the fact that he’s going solo, or the fact that he’s so nervous about it that it makes him tearful. Either way, your lips are sealed.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you’d have to learn to deal with the fact that he won’t publicly defend you against white teen girls calling you racial slurs online. However, he would tell you regularly how important you are to him, and you would make all your socials private so you could post cheesy couple’s pictures with him for just your close friends and family.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you would expect a fruitful familiarity to burgeon between yourself and insecurity. He’s Harry fucking Styles. He’s a quarter of the biggest boyband walking the planet right now. He’s tall and tan, with bright green eyes, and long greasy hair, and this million-gigawatt, dimpled, bunny-toothed smile. He’s a Rockstar. Everyone salivates when he just so much as breathes, and he can afford to buy a new plate every time he eats if only to avoid washing the dishes. This power dynamic had made you reluctant to date him at all in the first place. But, oddly enough, you are almost entirely wrong. Quite the contrary, actually, because when Harry Styles is your boyfriend in 2015, you wake up one day and realise that you are utterly teeming with this new, extraordinary (maybe unfounded) sense of pure, unbridled confidence. Just the rawest, most authentic sort.

You would saunter with the posture of Misty Copeland, and speak with the cadence of a fearsome king. Far be it from you anymore to tolerate rude coworkers, or restaurants getting your order wrong, or toxic friendships. No, now, like your boyfriend, you would find yourself commanding interactions. He would find it sexy, and he would tell you. This would only serve to stoke the fire of your self-worth even more. Your center of mass would be spread across your whole body, and not even Lucifer himself could knock you over. You’d argue with your boyfriend like he’d never leave; how could he? What is he, out of your league or something? No one is. Harry Styles—who could not even iron his own shirts, or figure out how to deal with his extended family members, or remember to call the plumbers about the faucet issue—would be lucky to have you. It would never occur to you to feel inadequate.

Speaking of arguing, if Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you two would actually argue quite a bit. When things were good, they were just phenomenal, but he would tend not to understand your point of view whenever you dared to tell him something he did upset you. He’d be immature, and do shit like complain about how he ‘needs his space’, proceed to ghost you for weeks, then show up with some fancy gift and the most cloistering attitude to which you’d ever borne witness when he realized he couldn’t function without you. If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you would get whiplash with all his mood swings, and break up four months in, only to get back together again. Your second swing at things would last four months and a day.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, your wardrobe would suddenly take on a dark and neutral colour scheme, right before your very eyes. You'd look sophisticated in long coats. You'd wear scarves and boots, and skinny jeans and… hats? Yeah, if Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you would miraculously become the sort of person who wears hats. One day, a friend would point out to you how, ever since you started dating Harry Styles, you dress like a rich lesbian mom. They would promptly follow this statement up with a genuinely perplexed utterance of how, “You somehow still manage to make it look cool.” “It’s the Harry Styles effect,” you’d reply, mostly joking until you reflect one day and realize yes, you and Harry do dress the same, and yes, you do look like a couple of rich gay mothers. But yes, you somehow still look cool. You two would actually look so cool and put together whenever you stepped out that even people who had no idea he was Harry Styles would compliment your collective style; you’d almost always be matching, though it’d never be planned. Your paparazzi pictures would be studied in fashion courses. You’d steal Harry’s funkier shirts and cozier jackets, and you’d wear the band tees he doesn’t quite find cool anymore – he’d just go crazy over that last one. Not outwardly crazy, and he wouldn’t even tell you he likes you wearing his old band tees. But you’d know.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, he would buy a house in Hampstead and call it “our house”. You two would never get the chance to move into Our House. He wouldn’t sell Our House until a year after you two were over, and that’d hit him harder than the breakup itself.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you’d be late to things. Deadlines and events and suchlike. The reasons would range from you and Harry arguing in a cab over the directions to your destination, to Harry loving the dress you’ve chosen to wear that night so much that he simply has to rip it off your very body and ruin your hair and makeup and whatever reputation for perfect attendance you once sported. You and Harry would tend to stay up and out late. At night clubs, soirées, or social gatherings. You’d become a night owl. Unfortunately, you’d start waking up later too, and you’d never be well rested, so you’d eventually become a bit more gripey and grumpy of a person than you were prior to dating Harry Styles in 2015. Your breath would always smell like coffee, or mint gum to mask it.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you’d never know where your keys are, and you’d fall asleep with your makeup on.

Your friends wouldn’t point out the negative effects of this relationship until after you two broke up, but while Harry Styles is your boyfriend in 2015, your friends actually love him. If he planned to fly you out somewhere and you wanted to bring a little entourage along, he’d happily accommodate them. And at dinner parties he’d be funny and charming and humour all who were interested (usually everyone) with unheard tales of crazy Ibiza rendezvous with Ed Sheeran. You would, however, have one or two friends that would develop a little less than friendly relationship with him – like maybe your roommate and him would bicker a lot. It’d probably be because he guzzles your milk and tosses the empty carton back in the fridge like an asshole, and gets annoyed when other people so much as pass through the room while you two are having an argument. Your roommate would say Harry has made you prickish and messy, that Harry’s bad for you and not that big of a deal, and you wouldn’t realize at the time she’s actually just looking out for you.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend, he would genuinely find you funny, and he would tell you this with tears in his eyes whenever you landed a good joke. This would make your heart swell so large it’d knock your lungs around, because you would truly consider him to be one of the most hilarious people you knew. Any praise from him, who may as well be perfect, would be of the highest variety.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend, he’d open the door for you. In fact, everyone would open the door for you. Men and women and whoever else would tend to step aside for you, and you’d never have to do that stupid, awkward side-to-side dance thingy that people do when someone blocks their path ever again. People would just be polite to you. And no more would you have to bear the chagrin of a joke of yours not being laughed at, because, if Harry Styles thinks you’re funny, chances are you’re a total riot.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, he’d be a bad driver. He’d always try to busy his hands with unzipping the fly of your jeans, or digging feverishly under your skirt like you’re hoarding buried treasure, as opposed to holding the wheel. But when you’ve just had a fight, he drives perfectly, and silently. Halfway through the journey he’ll play some Joni Mitchell from his phone (eyes still barely leaving the road, focusing with that intense stare he’d always do in 2015, and lips sealed shut), then, shortly after, his hand would find your knee. Not your thigh, your knee. And you wouldn’t shake him off. By the end of the drive, chances are you two would no longer be fighting. You wouldn’t be too sure if this was the healthiest way to end an argument, but you prefer it to cutthroat scream-fights laced with below the belt digs, or makeup sex (because, while it was fun and all, it would have become a bit of a get-out-of-jail-free card, and you were quite certain that wasn’t healthy).

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, your mum would love him, and your dad would hate him until the third time you two visited. The third time you two visited, you’d walk onto your parents’ patio to find Harry Styles and your dad laughing like old buddies and Harry would refuse to tell you what it is he said to change your generally stubborn father’s tune so fantastically. After the breakup, your dad would mention him with this sort of mournful, disappointed look on his face for years to come.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you’d never truly feel like a part of his life the way you were sure you’d made him a part of yours, and you wouldn’t be sure why, nor could you seem to find the right words with which to bring this up. You could, however, appreciate that he didn’t hesitate to introduce you to his friends and family the moment you let him know you were ready. He wasn’t reluctant, or ashamed, and he wouldn’t make it weird at all. Just took you around a couple parties and dinners and beamed at you extra sparkly-like when you shook the hand of someone extra special to him. You wouldn’t expect that you’d get along better with his famous friends than his mates from youth.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you would text Kendall Jenner way more often than anyone would believe. It would only be awkward sometimes, but she’s nicer than you gave her credit for, and you reckon she has less feelings for Harry than his old girlfriend from high school, from whom you’d receive pointed stares whenever Harry brought you to a pub in Cheshire with his school friends.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, he would care about you. He would really, truly look after you and care about you in ways you didn’t know twenty one year old men were capable of. When you accidentally messed up his expensive clothes, or called him during important meetings, he would never, for a single moment, make you feel as though you were a burden, or like his fame came before you. Ever. He would always walk on the side closest to the street when you were out and about, and hand you his sunglasses when his Harry Sense tingled, letting him know someone, somewhere nearby, was taking pictures. He would always have his eyes on you to know where you’re at when you two were separated at an event, and he would triple check the locks on every door and window before he could even think of getting some peaceful rest. He would need to know he could be your safe space, and so he would hold you while you cried and screamed. He would smile and laugh with you when you wished to be silly and fun. He would sit and listen when you spoke to him about the things that have happened in your life to make you who you are. He would be the firm, nice-smelling pillow you could lay your head against when you’d had a rough day and couldn’t really be around anyone else. And he would be well equipped with a reassuring smile and nod whenever you dared to feel doubtful or scared or insecure.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you actually wouldn’t braid his hair. Not ever. In fact, you’d barely ever touch his hair, and you wouldn’t know how he’d react if you just combed your hand through one day. So, you never did.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you would almost get a dog together, almost, but you wouldn’t. Which is good, because very shortly after you two visited a shelter in Hampstead together to satiate your dog-parent fantasies, played around with the idea of something more permanent and stable as you played around with the dogs, you would break up. For good.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you two would break up for good because he cheated on you with some rando from Carolina, and, almost immediately after you found out, you’d tell yourself you saw it coming. This would be half-true, but it would also serve as way to comfort yourself, because you cannot bear to deal with the fact that you maybe, just maybe–for a horrid, saccharine, fleeting, naïve moment–thought you two would work out.

If Harry Styles were your ex-boyfriend in 2015, he would take your ability to love and just tear it to utter shreds with his bare hands. You would never be the same. Though you’d heal with time, you would shudder as he became more and more famous over the years, and you were forced to be reminded of him way more often than one deserves to be reminded of their ex.

But, eventually, you’d look back on your relationship with Harry Styles in 2015 fondly. You reckon you are now a more confident person, a more stylish person, a more introspective person, a better kisser, a better fighter, and a more voracious Taylor Swift fan patiently waiting for the release of 1989 (Taylor’s Version), so you may uncover those silly, gooey, raging emotions you buried in Hampstead seven years ago, if only for shits and giggles.

(You try not to listen to any of his music, but you betrayed yourself recently. Something about Boyfriends made you almost want to get in touch with him again. Almost.)

[tonystarkwifey]

ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ | H. Styles

ɪ�� ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴛᴡᴏ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟʟʏ ꜰʟɪʀᴛᴀᴛɪᴏᴜꜱ & ɢᴏᴏꜰʏ. ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴊᴏɪɴ ɪɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ "ᴏɴʟʏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ." ꜱᴏ,ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴜɴᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ?

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ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛʟʏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘʟʏ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴏɴ, ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ꜱᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇɴʏ?

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[payasamlover]

Kalyanam

Summary: Harry and yn's wedding.

Word count : 1.6k

Pairing: Harry styles x desi!yn

A/N: hey everyone it's my first time writing anything like I'm new to Tumblr. Please treat me with kindness. India is a diverse country where the culture and the traditions vary from place to place. I'm from Kerala South India and I'm writing this fic from my idea of a wedding around here . This is not how every Indian wedding happens . lm not generalising about Indian weddings. I've seen a lot of desi wedding fics on Tumblr but never a south Indian based fic. So here I am writing my first and foremost fanfiction . And also can we just pretend everything is okay between 1d members after hiatus

Warning:MINORS DNI, 18+, Contain smut

Terms :

1.Nethi chutti :A Nethi Chutti is a bridal accessory that every South Indian bride dons for her wedding! It is similar to a maang tikka or a matha patti and comes in different styles, materials and even colours

2.Mehndi:Mehndi is a form of body art and temporary skin decoration from the Indian subcontinent usually drawn on hands or legs, in which decorative designs are created on a person's body, using a paste, created from the powdered dry leaves of the henna plant. Henna was first applied as a means to cool down the body.

3. Saree:A sari is a women's garment from the Indian subcontinent

4.Thaalam: the thaalam is a plate that has flowers, a brass lamp, a fan made of ivory and gold cloth and in some communities even a small bowl of Adenanthera Pavonina seeds which is supposed to signify luck.

5.Kalyana Mandapam: temporary platform set up for weddings and religious ceremonies

6.moné: it's like a nick name meaning dear

7.Thali: A mangala sutra or thaali , is a necklace that the groom ties around the bride's neck in the Indian subcontinent, in a ceremony called Mangalya Dharanam (Sanskrit for '"wearing the auspicious"'). The necklace serves as a visual marker of status as a married Hindu woman

8. Sindoor/Sindooram:is a traditional vermilion red or orange-red coloured cosmetic powder from the Indian subcontinent, usually worn by married women along the part of their hairline

To say that Harry was not nervous was an understatement boy he was shaking in his boots. it has nothing but the fact that he is getting married to the love of his life in the next few hours and that's the main reason why he is so stressed out. Harry is getting ready for a life with someone he loves.

The wedding is small and intimate which is contrary to usual Indian weddings which are supposed to be luxurious and grand. But yn wanted it to be minimal you know just to celebrate her and harry's union of life. 

Harry can't help but think about what could go wrong. While he was in his bubble of anxiousness and zealously when he got a text message.

Ynn

Hey H I'm so excited for us. can't wait to see you, my love. I have a surprise for u later. See you in a couple of hours! - X

Harry grinned at the message. Yn always makes time for him no matter where they are in their relationship. Even when he's busy or she's away from him. She never complains about how long it takes him to reply no matter what. Harry loved Yn with every ounce of his body no matter what. He embraced her South Asian roots from the beginning of their relationship. Yn takes very much pride in her South Asian culture and heritage and made it clear from the day they met that she would never forget her roots. Yn's family is from South India so they're having a traditional South Indian Hindu wedding. 

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Harry was dressed in a traditional dhoti and shirt. His hands were adorned with a couple of rings along with his engagement ring. He had a couple of gold chains hanging around his neck. He felt suspenseful and this feeling of bliss couldn't be explained. He was going to get married after all. To be honest he couldn't wait to get married. Harry looked down at his hand remembering the day they met. How he first laid eyes on the gorgeous woman before him. Harry sighed and looked at himself in the mirror. There weren't many people around him. The venue was crowded but not overly so. They needed a private wedding.

He thought back to all those years ago and wondered how he ever found the courage to ask her out. He remembered that night like it was yesterday. They were on their first date and he couldn't take his eyes off her.

"You look beautiful," Harry whispered into her ear. Harry's voice was gentle and husky and YN felt butterflies flutter in her stomach.

"Thank you. I know you don't mean that." Yn teased causing Harry to chuckle.

"You're right ".This made yn to snort and she looked at him closely and thought to herself how lucky she is to have someone who cares deeply about her well being. She loved harry to death.

While he was reminiscing their nostalgia there was a knock on the door. Suddenly Harry's mom and his sister Gemma appeared in his room. Seeing her son in his wedding outfit tears started welling up in her eyes and she thought of the little boy clinging to her on his first day of school. "Haz you look so handsome! Oh, my baby c'mere". She embraced him with her warmth. "I'm so happy for you. Yn is the best person anyone could ask for. I'm really happy that you guys found each other." She wiped away the tears that were flowing down her face. She kissed him one last time. Gemma turned to him whose eyes were welled with tears. "You got this Harry. You guys are perfect for each other. You both complete each other. No matter what happens you'll always be my baby brother who fought for the last piece of pizza". He chuckled at her words. " Thank you so much for everything. You both are the most important people in the world to me besides YN. Thank you for making me the man I am today. I'm grateful for everything you guys have done for me". Then suddenly Niall walked in "Mate its time let's go get you married ".

"Mom we need to go downstairs now," Harry said smiling at his mother and sister who nodded in response. Then he walked out the door followed by Gemma Niall and Anne.

When he arrived downstairs he was awaited by his former bandmates Zayn Liam and Louis who were his groomsman They hugged each other.

"Congratulations on your wedding you loser! You look stunning," Louis commented as they broke apart. "Thanks, Louis I look dashing as always," Harry replied teasingly and smiled. Zayn laughed at them and nudged Niall. It's so crazy to see all the 5 lads after so many years like three of them have children and one of them is getting married to the love of his life. No one would believe this 10 years ago. It's just crazy how night changes everything. He walked to the ceremony waiting patiently for his lovie.

Yn was doing better than she imagined. She was calm and collected. Her dark long luscious hair was braided and jasmine flowers were adorned on her hair along with the Nettichutti and the outfit she chose to wear made her look divine. She was wearing a fierce red saree which embarked her fire within. Her mehndi was done on her hands and legs. Gold jewellery adorned her body and bangles decorated her wrists. Her skin glittered and her lips curled into an angelic smile. The saree accentuated the curves of her voluptuous body. Yn wore strapless heels and a pair of gold jewelled anklets on her ankles.She knew she looked stunning. Not only because she was planning to marry the man she loved but also because she was getting married in her homeland Kerala. She felt proud of herself and loved her husband for coming up with such a wonderful idea. Harry did everything for her and if he didn't love her she wouldn't have gone through this hellish ordeal. All of her bridesmaids entered the room with thaalam in hand. Her sister took her hand and handed her the thaalam. All the bridesmaids were wearing cute pastel saree with minimal gold jewellery and minimal jasmine flowers on their heads. 

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"I am," she said while giving her father a reassuring nod. They all started walking up to the Kalyana Mandapam. As soon as Harry saw her he fell in love with her again. When she approached the mandapam a tear rolled down her cheek. This is something so important she couldn't contain her emotions.

"You look ravishing " Harry couldn't help but gush. She giggled and said, " so do you, babe". Pujari(Hindu priest) started chanting the mantras in front of Agni and started doing the rituals. Harry's gaze met hers and they locked gazes for only a second before he turned away with a soft smile on his face. Then the priest handed him the thali. He tied the first and second knot then Gemma tied the third. They exchanged the flower garlands. After that, he was handed the sindoor and he took a pinch of sindoor and he put some on her forehead and she, in turn, took the sindoor and did the same thing to harry on his forehead breaking the tradition and making a new one for them and they walked around the Agni seven times to establish the onset of their marriage.

{During the Saath Phere, the bride and the groom, circumambulate (walk around) the sacred fire seven times as they exchange their marital vows. The fire here becomes the witness (Agni Sakshi) as they make promises to each other.}

After the rituals, Harry went to grab Yn's arm and kiss her on the forehead. She looked up at him and gave a watery smile. Harry pulled her closer and held her tightly. This moment was meant for them.

After the ceremony, everyone took a picture to celebrate their marriage and the engagement.

"I still can't believe you got married!" exclaimed Niall. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Yes, we've established that Niall. Now leave us alone."  Harry said in a sassy tone. The boys and the bride walked together towards the reception hall to have a hearty meal and enjoy

Harry sat next to her enjoying the food. He kept stealing glances at his beautiful bride while eating. He kept seeing her biting her bottom lip to stop herself from smiling. "I cannot wait to take this saree off you ." He whispered in her ear making her blush slightly. After finishing their meal Yn excused herself and headed to the dressing rooms to change. She slipped on her dress and tied the strings of her sari. When she turned around Harry's eyes immediately lit up when he saw her. "Wow..."  He muttered looking at her. "you look incredible". She blushed at his words.

"Shall we?" she said softly. Harry nodded then he stood up and extended his arm for her to hold onto while they stepped outside.  He led her across the grounds towards his car.Harry opened the passenger door for her and helped her inside. He shut the door before taking his seat beside her. He took a deep breath and leaned over toward Yn. Their noses touched and he closed the gap connecting their lips. Her soft pink tongue licked his plump lips making them taste sweet.

After the kiss ended, Harry opened his mouth to say something but Yn silenced him by placing her finger on his lips. She gently stroked the side of his face before leaning down to peck him on the lips once more.

Yn wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer while deepening the kiss. Harry grabbed her waist and tugged her against him. Their tongues danced and their chests rose and fall simultaneously. Yn broke the kiss and rested her head on his chest. She felt like her entire body was filled with adrenaline and happiness.

As far as Harry was concerned she was the most beautiful girl in the universe. It was hard not to stare at her. He adored her. There were no words to describe what he felt or how he felt about her. He was about to deepen the kiss when heard banging on the glass of Yn's window which startled them both. "Oi quit making out in the car you divs same some for your honeymoon" Louis exclaimed. They both looked at each other and laughed. "What did he say? Did you hear I wasn't paying attention?" Yn inquired. Harry chuckled. "Yeah I heard he said he doesn't want to be a third wheel to two lovebirds"

"Oh shut it, Louis" she replied playfully. Louis rolled his eyes and left the parking lot. She cupped Harry's jaw in her palms and kissed his lips once more. He responded passionately and deepened the kiss. They parted reluctantly. Yn looked lovingly at him " I missed you so much, Harry.."

He cupped her face in his hands and gazed fondly at her "Me too." "You have no idea how what torture was not seeing you or holding you or kissing you or being near you for the whole day". But now finally having you all to myself is the best thing ever. She nipped his ear and Harry lets out a low husky sound that she loves. He slowly placed her in the backseat of his car and pulled her skirt upwards showing her thigh. Harry sucked on her inner thigh making her gasp loudly and grab a fistful of his short brown curls. He continued sucking on her and slowly slid the lace of her panties down exposing her wet centre." I couldn't t control myself when I saw you in that saree," Harry mumbled between kisses making her shiver at the intimate way he talked to her. "Please Harry" she breathed out desperately. He then lifted himself off her and took off his pants, leaving her with nothing but her thali and bra on. He traced his hands around the mehndi that adorned her hands and went up to her upper thighs and trailed kisses up her stomach to her breasts. Her breathing was heavy and uneven.

"Fuck me you are so stunning, baby "

he mumbled as he caressed her tits tenderly.

Yn whimpered under his ministrations. "I need you, Harry.." Harry smirked when she said his name like that. . He lifted himself so he could get a better angle. He positioned himself between her parted legs and pushed himself inside her slowly." Look me in the eyes babe" he demanded. Yn complied and stared straight into his eyes.

Harry moved his hips and began grinding against Yn making her moan. She felt herself reaching climax. He removed the rest of her clothing and joined his lips with hers while he rubbed himself against her. Yn bit her lower lip whilst wrapping her arms around his neck tightly. With his, he started rubbing her clit and she let out a muffled gasp. He continued moving his hips in slow motion causing her to arch her back into his thrusts. She felt his erection pushing her walls apart. Yn moaned lowly and gripped harder onto his hair.

Suddenly, he stopped pressing against her and she was confused. Harry's lips were pressed against her neck when he spoke. " Look at my face" he ordered her. She obeyed. "When I feel you close like this I know that you are going to cum" he murmured into her ear while placing kisses on her neck. Yn let out a loud gasp and arched her back even harder into him, her hips starting to thrust into his. Harry placed his hands on either side of her head.

"Look at me while you come for me baby" Harry whispered before plunging himself deeply into her. Yn clenched around him in pure bliss, the feeling of her walls tightening around his dick was amazing. Harry could feel his climax approaching him ."Come on Harry cum for me " I know you're close let go for me yes " he continued thrusting in her with his hips while his voice deepened. Yn came screaming his name along with his name. They didn't break eye contact as Yn orgasmed and collapsed on Harry.

Once Yn had caught her breath she looked at him. Harry smiled down at her and caressed her face. He helped her get dressed and removed her makeup. "I can't believe we fucked in the car what the hell". Harry said laughing. Yn slapped his shoulder jokingly.

The sun was setting when they returned to their room, the couple snuggled up into their bed and fell asleep instantly.

This is how I imagined their outfits to be

A/n: this was my first time writing anything . if you like this please reblog and follow my channel i would appreciate it very much thank you.

[harrysgoldenbum]

Chai for Two

Harry x Jiya

word count: 1819

warnings: none, just soft and fluff

it had been proofread, but I am sure I might have missed a mistake or two

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Harry woke up mid-morning wrapped around Jiya. Harry laid on his side and had a thick thigh thrown over Jiya’s legs and his arm was wrapped around her waist, while her face was tucked into his chest.

Harry woke up from the sunshine streaming into the bedroom. Jiya’s sage green sheets covered him from the waist down. He moves his head back far enough to look at his girlfriend. 

A content smile forms on his lips.

Pressing a gentle kiss on Jiya’s forehead, he relaxes into the mattress and just holds her. It was the first night he stayed over at her place and he is already looking forward to the next time.

It was about five minutes later when Jiya woke up and presses closer to his body. She was just in a cute cotton pajama set that consisted of a pink button-down shirt and sleep shorts. “Morning,” she mumbled against his skin. 

He didn’t say anything, but his hand continued to caress her back. They lay in silence for some time just enjoying the warmth that came from the sun and each other.

He liked how he felt when he was around her. It was effortless. He didn’t have to worry about what he was doing or saying, he didn’t feel like he had to put on a show for Jiya. He was able to be himself around her. 

It took a little bit of courage from Harry before he asked her, “Will you teach me how to make chai?” 

Jiya pulled back in surprise and looked at him. “Really?”

“I want to be able to make it for you,” he whispers shyly. “The way you like it.”

A rush runs through Jiya’s body. Just the thought of Harry wanting to make her tea warms her from her fingers to her toes. A bright smile stretches across her face.

And that's what gets them to get out of bed. The two of them freshen up and took turns brushing their teeth. Harry now had a brush in Jiya’s toothbrush holder. He pulls on the soft yellow shirt he was wearing yesterday and his jeans. Jiya added a sports bra under her sleep shirt and slid on a pair of house slippers. 

Pulling out a small copper-colored pot, Jiya showed him how much water to put in. “It depends on how many people are going to drink it. My Bibi Ji taught me how to make chai, but my Nani Ji helped me get it to my taste.”

She explained to him that over the years she had made so many cups of chai, that she has gotten used to just eyeballing how much water she needs to boil. “Even if I have to make a large pot, I’ve just gotten used to it. What you have to keep in mind is that along with the water, you will be adding milk too.” 

Harry was quiet as he watched her move around in her kitchen. She was in her element, bubbly, and light. He took in every word she was saying. 

The stove ticked a few times just before the flame caught.

Much like the rest of her duplex, her kitchen was cozy and welcoming. Her colored cabinets popped against the white backsplash, and wooden floors. Her wooden floating shelves provided more space. The shelves were covered with various cookbooks, spices, and dishes. Jiya’s windowsill, just above her sink, was decorated with a few plants, one looked like spearmint and another looked like basil, and there were a few others that Harry couldn’t recognize. Near her stove, sat a tray that had ceramic jars labeled ‘sugar’ and ‘tea’, next to it was a container that held wooden spoons, spatulas, and what looked like a small steel sieve. 

While the kitchen colors were gray and white, the stillwater blue kitchen island provided a sharp contrast. Which happened to match the living room sofa. Jiya also inserted a shot of color with the different mugs and dishes she used in the house. Along with a couple of flower bouquets, that sit on the kitchen counter and living room table - she also has one in her office. For the last couple of months, Harry had taken it upon himself to make sure that the flowers were exchanged for fresh ones, changing them about every two weeks. 

Jiya placed the pan over the fire, “I hope you know that I am making you a cup too.” She tosses him a smile over her shoulder as she reaches into the cabinet. She pulls out jars that contain cardamom, clove, and cinnamon sticks. “I personally don’t add sugar, but you can always add it after.” She also pulls a mortar off the shelves. Moving, Harry comes to stand beside her. Placing a tea towel under the grinder, Jiya added two cardamom pods and one stick of clove into the bowl. She snaps a cinnamon stick into a fourth and drops it into the water. Taking the pestle, Jiya pounds the green cardamom pods and the clove a few times before she drops them into the water too. “There are so many different spices that you can add to chai, it just depends on the taste you are going for. Like, some days instead of adding cinnamon, clove, and cardamom, I’ll use fennel seeds. The amount of spices you use changes, depending on how many people you're making tea for. Of course, you don’t have to add spices if you don’t want to. You could just make a plain cup too.” Placing the lid onto the pot, she leans back against the counter and tells him to wait until the water boils. 

Standing close to each other, Jiya looks up at him and can see the concentration on his face. She hesitates for a second before she works up the courage to ask him, “Can I ask what prompted you to want to learn how to make chai?” His eyes catch hers. And a small smile forms on his pretty face, just giving her a hint of his dimples. 

“You’re the first person I’ve been with who has taken the time to learn the things that I like. And every time you do, it reminds me how effortless a relationship should be. I wanted to return the gesture, and not because I want to even things out, but because I want to.”

Leaning in, Harry presses a gentle kiss on her lips. “It’s just something I want to be able to do for you.” He murmurs against the apple of her cheek. Cupping her head in his hands, Harry presses delicate kisses on her eyelids. “Is that okay?” 

Pecking his pink lips, Jiya whispers a soft, “Yes.” 

They stand in each other's warmth, enjoying each other’s presence, while they wait for the water to boil. 

It takes about two minutes until the water starts rolling. 

“So usually with loose leaf tea, one spoon is enough for about two cups, if you want stronger tea then you add more and let it simmer for longer.” Scooping the black tea from the designated jar, Jiya adds a spoonful to the pot. They wait about 2 minutes before she moves toward her refrigerator and pulls out a gallon of milk. “Okay so this is going to sound silly, but it was the only way I could remember how much milk to add when I was younger. I was never taught how much to measure, my grandmothers took ‘measure with the heart’ literally.”

Tipping the milk gallon, Jiya poured the milk into the pot. She continued to do so until the liquid turned into a medium tan color. “As a kid, I would always compare the color of the tea to my skin color.” 

It took Harry a second to process what his girlfriend just said, “What?!” 

Jiya felt her face heat up, and a slight blush showed on her tan complexion, “I told you it’s silly,” she cried out. “It doesn’t work for everyone but that was a connection I made when I was a kid!” Shy, she turned her face away from Harry. “Hey, hey,” he turns her head so she’ll look at him. “Just wasn’t expecting you to say that, Jiya. It was the last comparison I was expecting you to make.”

A small chuckle rumbled out of Harry, “If that is the way you remembered it, it's the way you remembered it.” 

“Okay…” Jiya starts, desperately wanting to move away from the subject, she fidgets in his embrace. “When we add milk into the pan, you want to keep a close eye on it because when it starts to rise, which happens very quickly, it can boil over.” 

And sure enough, it was a few minutes later, Harry heard a hiss coming from the pot, and saw the milk starting to rise. Moving quickly, Jiya turned the flame down and set the liquid to a simmer. “I usually let it simmer for fiveish minutes so that way it's not watery.”

She presses herself against his body and wraps her arms around his waist. “While we wait for the water to boil, what do we want for breakfast?”

They agree to avocado toast with a side of fresh fruit. While the toast heats up in the toaster, Harry takes on the task of cutting and seasoning the avocado. “When did you learn how to make chai?” 

“My Bebe Ji taught me when I was around six or seven,” Jiya responded as she washed up some blackberries and blueberries.

“And your Nani Ji, helped you figure out the way you liked it to taste?” 

A wide smile took over her face, she loved it when he would refer to her grandparents in Punjabi. “Yeah. She was the one who taught me what different spices to use, and which ones complimented each other well.”

Harry stretched against the kitchen island and placed the plate of toast and the bowls of berries on the other side. And watched Jiya turn the flame off the stove and cover the pot with its lid. She took out two mugs from the cabinet and reached for the sieve. Harry watched his dream girl uncover the pot and placed the small sieve over one of the cups and poured the liquid through the netted material, leaving the used spices behind.

She clearly had years of practice with the way she did it with such ease and natural fluidity. Once both cups are filled, Harry picks both of them up from their handles and walks around the island to where their breakfast waits. Jiya follows him and settles down on the barstool next to him. 

After waiting for a few minutes, Harry blows in his cup to cool the hot drink before he takes his first sip. He tastes the spice blend. It's not overwhelming but just enough to give the tea flavor. “I hope you know darling, you’re going to have to give me this lesson a few times before I’ll get it down pat.” 

With a gleam of happiness in her eyes, Jiya nods her head as she takes her first sip of the morning. 

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At the End of the Day

summary: You and Jungkook have been best friends for 8 years, going through absolute hell and back together. After senior year of high school, you and Jungkook began a tradition of taking annual vacations together during the summer months. This summer is no different, with you and Jungkook celebrating graduating college just a couple months prior. You're set to move to NYC after the summer, with you and Jungkook soaking in the sun and as many moments as you can together. You'd think nothing could ever tear your friendship apart with him, but when you've sat on the beach for too many days in a row watching him surf, you can't help but wonder - when did your best friend get so hot?

➢ pairing: jungkook x female reader

➢ genre: high school friends to lovers, ex-baseball player jungkook, beach/vacation au, fluff, smut, a little angst

➢ warnings: language, angst, use of edibles, drinking, graphic depictions of smut (fingering, fem. receiving oral, light choking, dom-ish(?) jungkook, protected sex, obscene use of term baby) also i know that in the little mood board i created, the girl is a teeny white girl & i don't want to alienate any of my poc readers at all - i just thought these pics fit the vibe so take them with a grain of salt 😊

➢ word count: 13.3 k

➢ mini playlist: at the end of the day by wallows, satellite, late night talking, carolina by harry styles, no angel by beyonce, ICE (we should do drugs) by labrinth, unusual you by britney spears

posting this in honor of BTS' 9th anniversary. i think i will be sad about their hiatus for the next few days, but i know amazing things are coming for them. bts has saved me more than anyone could imagine - and this story feels like a love letter to jungkook. i hope you all enjoy.

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You’re secretly watching him through your sunglasses, bottom lip tucked between your teeth in your observation. The sun’s rays are hot and you should probably reapply your sunscreen, but you can’t budge in your chair. From this distance, he probably thinks your eyes are still focused on the open book in your lap but that couldn’t be further from the truth. 

You’re not exactly sure when Jeon Jungkook became so sexy. It was definitely a slow burn of growth and puberty overtime, still shocked that your best friend of 8 years looked like this now. Muscles covering his body; leaned out and defined just enough. His hair cut immaculately after a few rough stints of trying to grow it long the last two years of college. Multiple piercings in his ears and you can’t even get started on the eyebrow and lip piercing he’s gotten in the last six months. Tattoos—god his fucking tattoos—covering the entirety of his right arm; shoulder to hand. The only thing that remained the same about him was his goofy personality and lame attempts he called jokes. 

When you had first met Jungkook, he was 15 and you were 14, only a few months younger than him. High school orientation is where you met to be exact. Perhaps out of privilege, both of you ended up at the same private high school—nationally ranked for its academics and sports. It’s not hard to guess what you were there for and what he was there. Jungkook was one of the shyest people you had ever met at the time. You’d later find out that he was scouted by the high school’s baseball coaches to join the program. He was skinny like a tree branch, had a black bowl cut, and a nose too big for his face. You don’t know exactly why the two of you ended up becoming best friends but either way, you were grateful that he was in your life. 

It’s just now, your friend just happens to be insanely hot and more confident than ever. Like you’ve said, you’re not sure when this transformation happened or how you were able to ignore it for so long, but goddamn—

You quickly shift your gaze away from Jungkook as he begins to make his way back to your chairs from the water. Your focus goes back to the pages of your book—a contemporary beach romance—very fitting for your vacation to the beach this year. Jungkook makes his appearance as you’re adjusting your sunglasses, setting down his surfboard on the sand with a thump—a hobby he’s picked up in the last couple years. 

You bring a hand up to further block the sun as you smile up at him, “How’s the water?” You ask. 

A playful smirk slowly spreads across his face and you soon regret your words when he leans over you, shaking his head of hair like a dog. 

“Jungkook! Quit it!” You yelp at him when the cold water its your skin, holding your book out to protect its precious pages. He laughs, clearly proud of himself—you having to make a conscious effort to ignore how his abdominals contract with each suck in of his breath. 

“It’s alright, waves are pretty easy today,” he says running a hand through his wet hair to get his bangs out of his face.

“Just be careful out there, please,” you tell him like it’s a warning. 

“Yeah yeah, I know,” he pauses as he takes a long drink of water. “How’s the book?” He asks as he sits down in the chair beside you, throwing on his pair of sunglasses. 

You gulp, almost not even hearing his question. 

“It’s cute,” you say, book marking your page and setting it down on the towel that’s between you two, “Kind of repetitive though.” 

He nods once before looking away from you, outstretched beneath the sun, “All the books you read are the same,” he chuckles, shoving his feet into the sand. 

You narrow your eyes at him even though he can’t see you behind your shades, “I’d beg to differ,” you tell him, “Just because I like romances with happy endings doesn’t mean they’re all the same,” you defend yourself. 

He glances at you, a smile playing on his lips, “Sure.” 

“Fuck you Jeon, when’s the last time you’ve even read a book?” You challenge, “The last textbook you ever had to read in college?” 

He makes a hum in not-so deep thought, “Probably,” he shrugs and you roll your eyes with a laugh escaping your lips. Though Jungkook doesn’t voice it, he likes hearing you laugh. “This reminds me of the first trip we took,” he adds in. 

You hum in agreement, a small smile forming across your face. 

Both of you then lay in silence as you pick up your book again, soaking up the sun and sound of waves crashing a few hundred yards away from you. Silence is never awkward between you two. It hasn’t been for years at this point. You enjoy his company enough that there’s no need to talk to each other constantly. You know everything about him and he knows everything about you—minus the minuscule crush you’ve developed for him overtime. It’s innocent really; Jungkook was your best friend, funny, attractive, and you talk to him nearly everyday. It would be abnormal if you didn’t feel a twinge of something beyond friendship with him occasionally. 

At least, if you tell yourself that enough; you’d hope it would be true. 

As you peak at him again over your sunglasses, he’s closed his eyes in relaxation, and you begin to think about the journey that’s led you to this very moment. 

After you and Jungkook made it through high school, both of you happened to receive scholarships to the same university in the city. You on a nearly full-ride academic scholarship and him on baseball scholarship. Though right before both of you shipped yourselves off to university, you two decided to take an unplanned long, beach weekend trip back to his home in Busan. It took quite a bit of convincing for your parents to ultimately let you go on a trip with just Jungkook alone. Though after Mr. and Mrs. Jeon explained that they had two extra bedrooms in their beach house and you two were ensured you had to check in with whatever you decided to do, your parents caved. You’re not even sure you and Jungkook would call it a vacation now, but at the time, it was so fun. So fun in fact that both of you decided after that trip, you two would continue to take summer trips together after the school year ended. 

Throughout your semesters at university, both of you worked part-time jobs despite your busy schedules to save up for your trips. Jungkook usually worked more hours in the Fall, given his baseball schedule in the Spring was more demanding. Yet you two somehow always made it work. The year after freshman year, the two of you went to Seoraken National Park for five days, hiking and taking multiple dips in the hot springs. After sophomore year, you both decided to save a little more and fly to Tokyo, though staying in the absolute most-dirt cheap hotel you could possibly find. 

It’s after this summer where Jungkook’s life completely fell apart—every time you look at the scar on his knee, a chill is still sent down your spine. You remember the day so vividly—an open scrimmage in the Fall with the rival university in the city. Of course, you went to support Jungkook with your roommate Lisa, excited to see Jungkook officially play as captain—an unheard of accomplishment for a junior on the team. You’ll never forget the scream he yelled out as soon as he slid into the home plate, the opposing catchers cleat getting twisted up under Jungkook’s knee. He rolled onto his side, clutching his leg in agonizing pain as the crowd watched in shock. 

Jungkook had torn his ACL and MCL, as well as multiple smaller ligaments and muscles in the surrounding area of his right knee. In a fucking scrimmage, he would say through anger, frustration, and tears. The injury was career ending and that was the only time you’d ever seen Jungkook cry in your years of friendship. Jungkook had gone from someone who was expecting to be drafted in the first or second round, to someone who had lost their baseball scholarship and a fucked up knee for the rest of his life. Jungkook almost didn’t even finish school after that, though through the pressure of his parents and you, he walked across the graduation stage with you less than two months ago. You were proud him, star baseball player or not, though you know it’s something he still struggles with to this day even if he doesn’t voice it. 

After Jungkook’s knee had healed through physical therapy and other treatments, he ended up working more hours and working with little league teams in the city for extra money. By the end of the Spring semester, both of you had saved up enough money to where it was feasible to pretty much go wherever you wanted. You settled on flying to Europe, doing a two week excursion that was exhausting—but worth every penny you spent. There had been some squabble on that trip between the two of you and a third party, but the last thing you wanted was to think about that. 

Now you’re sat on Jeju Island with him, enjoying every moment you can get with your best friend before your life changes forever. Through countless hours of working, volunteering, and two internships, you had landed a dream job of being an editor in New York City. You weren’t due to move until the Fall, but the prospect of not seeing your friends and family made you extremely sad. It’s also why you’ve realized that whatever feelings you’ve harbored for Jungkook, must be kept secret deep within your body. It wasn’t reasonable to act upon them when you would be leaving—you wouldn’t ruin your friendship and leave Jungkook here in that way. 

“Earth to Y/N?” Jungkook’s voice knocks you out of your long reverie. You hadn’t even read a full page of your book as it’s still on the page you folded in the corner earlier. 

“W-what? Sorry,” you snap out of it, turning to him as you put your sunglasses on your head. 

“I said do you wanna head up soon? Make some dinner? Watch a movie tonight or something?” He asks. Your heart strings pull at the domesticity and you’re nodding before you even speak. 

“Yeah,” your expression is soft, “Though you’re in charge of the cooking tonight. I’ve done it the past two nights,” you warn him. 

He smirks, digging around his beach bag for his t-shirt to pull on, “Fine. Only if I get to pick the movie we watch.”

“Hey! That’s not fair!” You pout. After he pulls his shirt on—which you’re thankful for—he reaches over to pinch your thigh in retaliation. You jerk in reaction, “Asshole.” 

He laughs again, both of you beginning to pack up your things. Though you don’t voice it, you love hearing his laugh. 

∞

Jungkook prepares a small array of yummy dishes—tteokbokki, a chicken stir fry, cucumber salad, and of course a side of kimchi. Neither one of you had been to the store since you two arrived to the island on Sunday, so there wasn’t much else to work with now on Friday. You make a mental note to create a new list and go again tomorrow, still having another week of your two week trip. The cottage AirBnB was small but had everything you two needed for the vacation. A kitchen, dining room, living room with a pullout couch (that wasn’t being utilized), a bedroom with a king bed which even had a small balcony that overlooked the beach. You definitely lucked out in terms of booking the AirBnB on the quieter side of the island, having most of the beach to yourselves the last few days. 

“Excuse me?” You’re laughing as you look at Jungkook dumbfounded from his words. 

His mouth turns up in the right corner as he smiles, “You heard me,” he remarks, “We should do drugs.” 

He carries on his task of drying the pan he used for the stir fry, looking at you with a kink in his pierced eyebrow. You narrow your eyes at him, leaning against the counter as you watch him, fighting your own smile. 

“And where are you going to find drugs on this island?” You say pointedly. 

“Sweetheart, you know I have connections,” he retorts back, putting the pan back into his respectful cabinet. If there was another thing that Jungkook did to turn you on; his cleanliness. He was the most organized man you had ever met—unsure if he was actually part of the male species given the track record of your other guy friends. He was cleaner and more organized than you most of the time. 

“You’re ridiculous Jeon,” your roll your eyes, “Can I trust said drugs?” 

His smirk spreads even wider, knowing that he’s got you now. 

“Of course, Yoongi wouldn’t sell me anything sketchy,” he says quickly leaving the kitchen. You have no idea who this Yoongi guy is, but you go along with it. You cross your arms as you lean against the counter, your eyes drifting off to the beautiful sunset over the water. You felt lucky to spend your time like this with Jungkook. He quickly comes back, a plastic bag in hand. 

“What is it?” You ask him curiously. 

“It’s a chocolate chip cookie edible,” he pauses, holding up the bag as he observes it, “Think of it as a two for one; dessert and a high.” 

You let out a laugh through your nose, grabbing the bag from him as you inspect it from the outside. As with any edible, it looks just like a normal cookie. You purse your lips, thinking about it for a moment. You hadn’t got high in awhile—since right before graduation actually. You and your roommates shared a nasty bong, with Lisa ultimately keeping it after you all moved out. You and Jungkook had your fair share of getting high together, whether it be at parties at the baseball house or his apartment on Sundays with his roommate Taehyung. 

You open the bag, sniffing it as Jungkook watches you, clearly amused. You break off a small piece of the cookie, plopping it into your mouth knowing it will take at least an hour for you to start to feel the effects of it. It tastes good, although there’s still that tinge of THC that never goes away fully with baked edibles. 

You walk up to Jungkook, shoving the bag into his chest, “I’m going to shower,” you announce. He nods, biting his lip as you walk away from him, his throat feeling slightly clogged. He watches your frame as you disappear into the bathroom, calling after you quickly. 

“Don’t use all the hot water!” He says from the kitchen, digging in the bag to take out his own piece of the cookie. Maybe this would help him clear his head from you. 

∞

You’re giggling uncontrollably as you scroll through your phone, small cackles coming from you lips occasionally. 

“Y/N stop! Give me that!” Jungkook reaches over, attempting to take your phone away from you, but his own laughter taking control. 

You and Jungkook had decided to forgo the movie, opting to enjoy the balcony attached to the bedroom. It was well past 10 PM now, the sun fully set and a couple small candles and the lamps from the bedroom the only light sources. For whatever reason, both of you had been on a path of looking at old pictures of each other, you hysterically laughing at one of them from high school when both of you decided to go to the school dance together as friends. You were mainly laughing at the way he styled his hair, even then at 16 you thought it was ridiculous. 

“I don’t even know why you still have that picture,” he mutters in defeat on his side of the couch. 

You furrow your eyebrows at him as you push his leg with your foot. He’s sat up, right leg underneath him, head resting on his hand as he looks at you. You’re laying on your back, legs outstretched over his lap. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” You push, “I think I have every known picture of you thanks to your brother.” 

It’s the truth—you had more baby pictures of Jungkook on your phone than you did of yourself. He was just too damn cute and awkward. You and Jungkook’s older brother had a good relationship throughout the years, Junghyun, always making sure to send you gems of your best friend when he found them. They looked similar, though Jungkook pulled more features from his dad, including the big eyes and big nose, whereas Junghyun looked more like their mother. 

“God I can’t stand him,” he groans running a hand through his freshly dried and showered hair. He’s wearing a pair of sweatshorts and a t-shirt, his tattoos disappearing in the darkness. You’re wearing a tank top and sweatpants, feeling much better since your shower, even better since your high has kicked in. 

“This was a good idea,” you completely change the subject, not even really sure of your own words. 

He smiles at you, “I’m full of good ideas Y/N.” 

His smile make your heart thump, unable to keep your mind from going there. Your intrusive thoughts only took over when you were intoxicated. You stare at his lips a little too long before you look at your phone to change the song playing lowly from Jungkook’s bluetooth speaker. 

The thing about being friends with someone of the opposite species for so long—it’s that your friends could barely hold themselves from being shitheads sometimes. It was sophomore year—right before Jungkook’s accident—when you were at one of the many baseball parties you attended throughout college. While you were drunk, you knew that succumbing to truth or dare was your own doing. You should have seen it coming from a mile away when a mutual friend and teammate of Jungkook’s—Park Jimin—dared you to kiss him. If you had been more sober, you probably would have just taken the bitch cup and moved on with your life. Though being drunk and a little too curious after your years of friendship with Jungkook, you turned to him and pressed your lips against his. He—along with the entire group seemed taken aback at your actions—hearing whoops and ooo’s during the kiss.

Neither you nor Jungkook spoke about that after the party. It was almost as if it had never happened. It didn’t bother you too much given you were drunk and being silly. It was a brief kiss, no tongue, but enough to satiate your curiosity. At least at that point in time. Now, your curiosity was getting the best of you in other feats—though you’ve sworn to yourself you wouldn’t ever cross that line. 

“Do you ever think about life in like, ten years?” Jungkook suddenly asks, his gaze off to the distance over the balcony. From the cottage, you could faintly hear waves still crashing. 

“Hm,” you mumble, “I guess? I don’t know…” 

He looks over at you, “I do,” he says simply. 

“What does the Jeon Jungkook think about then?” You press, deciding to sit up some on the couch. You grab a pillow to support your back as you settle against the armrest of the couch. 

“I think about being married, having kids, that sorta thing,” his voice is low, yet serious. Through your hazy gaze, you bite your lip nervously.

“That’s very adult of you,” you try to lighten the mood with a giggle. He doesn’t laugh, only returning a fainted smile. 

“Do you not?” He looks away from you sounding rushed and little nervous, picking at loose skin along his cuticles. 

You suddenly feel a lump form in your throat, pulse uneasy, anxiety rises in your veins. Of course you did. 

“I mean yeah,” you offer weakly, “I guess I’ve just always been more concerned with the present,” you tell him honestly. 

He nods, fully understanding—it’s how he used to think too until his accident. He never truly had to put much thought into his future until that day on the field changed his entire life. His future was set and then suddenly it wasn’t. Now, he worries about his future everyday and where life is going to take him. He thought he was going to play professional ball until his thirties, making enough money that he’d never have to worry about a real job. Turns out, life had other things in store for Jungkook. And with you leaving thousands of miles away; his life really wasn’t panning out how he thought. 

“I like the idea of marriage you know?” He says with a hidden adoration in his tone. You find yourself softly smiling at him. “Like just having that one person for you, sharing a life together, does that sound stupid?” he exhales heavily after his question. 

You quickly shake your head, “Not at all,” you say pulling your legs to sit criss-cross, “We’ll all get there one day.. I feel like our paths are set for us.” 

He shrugs, feeling a little pessimistic, “I don’t know,” he breathes heavily, “I thought everything was going to work out a certain way… but I don’t know anymore,” he sounds defeated and sad. You look at him concerned, though you’re sure he’s just spitting high word vomit. You know a lot about Jungkook, but you’ve never heard him speak of such things—except during his relationship with Park Chaeyoung. 

Chaeyoung was Jungkook’s first serious relationship in the time span you’d known him. They met at the end of sophomore year, but only officially began dating at the beginning of junior year. While Chaeyoung was beautiful and smart enough to make you feel insecure, you weren’t her biggest fan. She kept her distance from you and you don’t know if you could exactly blame her. You were Jungkook’s best friend who happened to be a female. You want to say if you were in her shoes that you wouldn’t care who was Jungkook’s best friend, but you’re not sure could 100% say that. 

You first realized that Chaeyoung wasn’t particularly fond of you when you met Jungkook at the hospital after his accident; waiting to confirm his surgery date and time. Even though Jungkook didn’t want you to go, you were the one that actually ended up leaving to not make Chaeyoung uncomfortable. Throughout the rest of junior year, tension built between you and Chaeyoung, and some distance grew between you and Jungkook. You’re sure that she never knew about the kiss you two had shared the year before; she would have freaked the hell out. 

Jungkook was in love with Chaeyoung though. He fell hard and he fell fast—giving all of his love and extra time to her. You can vividly remember him talking about how he thought she could be the one. He was a hopeless romantic at heart but it’s when Chaeyoung told him he couldn’t go on the Europe trip you two had been planning for months that he finally stood up to her. It didn’t go over well, with her jealously taking over to the point where he broke it off with her a couple weeks before you two departed. 

You thought that the trip was going to be good for him to get his mind off her but when they were consistently communicating behind your back, that’s when arguments throughout the two week trip conspired between you and Jungkook. Finally, with four days left of your trip, he decided to stop contact with her and everything between you two only went up again from there. 

Though right here, right now; you can’t help but think his words are about Chaeyoung. You knew that they were acquaintances this past school year and always cordial when they saw each other. You suddenly feel insecure in the dim light, but you plaster a fake smile on your face to rid your mind of Jungkook and his ex.

“Don’t sound so doom and gloom Jungkookie,” you push yourself up and over to him, trying to make him feel better. You sit on your knees up next to him, pinching his left cheek between your fingers. He giggles but you don’t stop, pinching from his cheek to his chin, to his ear. 

“Y/N I swear to god—“ are his last threatening words that you should have taken seriously because it’s not long until you find yourself being tickled to death by him. 

“Jungkook! Stop!” You laugh, trying to fight yourself away from him, but his grip is too strong as he keeps you in place against the couch. You’re kicking your legs to try to get away from him as he attacks your side with his own chuckles filling up the space. To any outsider listening in, it probably sounds like a fucked up murderer situation.

You don’t even realize what’s happened until you open your eyes fully, Jungkook pinning your wrists down, his body hovering on top of yours. He’s stood with one leg on the ground, his bad knee resting between your legs on the couch. It feels like the world has stopped as you stare into each other’s eyes, your breath hitching in your throat. Jungkook has to make a conscious effort to not stare at your cleavage rising up and down as you breath in and out heavily. 

“I-I might go to bed soon,” you say nervously, breaking eye contact with him to unraveling yourself from his grip. He rises as you do to give you space, wiping his hands on his shorts. 

He nods, “Me too,” is all he says. 

You leave the balcony to go brush your teeth and change into your pajamas. Jungkook stays behind to blow out the candles and turn off his speaker, feeling a heaviness between you two now. As he turns the bed down, his own hands are clammy, his high waring off faster than he would like. Both of you had no issue sharing the king bed when you booked the AirBnB a couple months ago, but now he’s fully regretting that decision. When Jungkook comes back from the kitchen with two glasses of water for you both, he finds you already climbing into bed in your cute matching, purple PJ set. 

“Thank you,” you smile at him as he hands you the glass. You take a sip, feeling cotton mouth arise from the edible. 

He climbs into bed soon after, turning off the lamp on his side of the bed encasing both of you in pure darkness. 

“Goodnight Y/N,” are his last words that evening. 

“Night Jungkook,” you say weakly as you’re facing away from him on your side. While you two have already made invisible boundaries when sharing the bed this past week, you make more of a conscious effort than ever to keep space between you two as you both drift off into sleep. 

∞

It’s been a few days since your edible escapades with Jungkook. Both of you have seemingly moved on from the conversations had, the tension that had built up subsiding over the next few days. Now you two are back again at the beach in your normal routine. Jungkook’s just go out in the water from surfing and you’re laying on your tummy, starting the second book of your vacation. You decided to go with something different for you—a thriller about a writer brought in by another author’s husband to finish her books for her as she lies in a coma. Weird. 

You know Jungkook’s back from the water when you feel water droplets scatter across your back. You look up from your book to find Jungkook sat down on his towel beside you, rubbing his right knee. 

“You okay?” You ask him with concern. His major surgery scar is still less than two years old, therefore it’s still quite white and reflective in the sunlight. 

He glances over to you before nodding, “Yeah I’m good, it’s just kind of stiff from surfing on it so much.” 

You can’t help but feel an extreme amount of sadness when you watch him massage his skin. Your resting your chin on your hand as you study him carefully. From the moment you met Jungkook, baseball was his complete identity. It’s why people came up to him even if he didn’t want the attention. It’s what taught him discipline and hard work ethic. It’s what made him happy. The fact it was taken away from him so quickly terrifies you. You can’t even imagine the internal battles he’s had ever since that fateful day. 

“Swim with me?” He suddenly asks. 

Through the top of your sunglasses you glare at him, a groan leaving your mouth, “Jungkook you know how much I hate swimming in the ocean.” 

He rolls his eyes at the dramatics, “Y/N there aren’t sharks in this part of the ocean,” he laughs. 

You close your book not wanting to lose your place, “You don’t know that!” You retort. 

He laughs again, this time ruffling your hair slightly, “I’ll protect you…” he trails off, a small pout crossing his features, “Plus it’ll make this feel better,” he’s referring to his knee. 

Ugh, he really knew how to convince you. 

You then agree, both getting up at the same time. You adjust your bikini to which Jungkook stares shamelessly. Your skin goes hot and you pretend you don’t see him doing so. You walk side by side to the water, a yelp leaving your lips when you feel how cold it is. 

“Fuck Jungkook! It’s cold!” You whine as he continues his descent deeper. You’ve stopped at where the water hits your ankles, he’s at his knees. 

“C’mon princess,” he whines back and the nickname gives you butterflies, “I’ll drag your ass in here if you don’t move woman!” 

“Ugh,” you spit, “I’m coming,” you slowly walk towards him as he continues to walk deeper until he’s about to his chest, finally letting himself float against the waves after he gets over where they break. 

“Y/N,” he says threateningly as you’ve stopped where the water hits your waist.

“Jungkook,” you respond but suddenly your heart sinks when he dips his body below water, disappearing beneath the surface. Your eyes widen as you look around paranoid. You know exactly what he’s up to. Though you’re expecting it, you have no time to brace yourself when Jungkook has suddenly grabbed your leg, pulling you beneath the water. You’re screaming, bubbles escaping your mouth until you reach the surface. 

Jungkook has broken the water only a few inches from you as he laughs loudly, tipping his head bad. You push water towards his face, anger filling your body. 

“Fuck you Jungkook!” You yell, his continuous laughter pissing you off even more. 

You launch at him in the water, hiking yourself up onto his back as punishment. You wrap your legs around his torso and he adjusts you comfortably. If he was going to protect you, he really was going to protect you. 

“I really hate you sometimes,” you mutter into his ear, his back rumbling against your chest as he chuckles. 

“You love me,” he retorts. 

You really do. 

“See this isn’t too bad,” he then says looking over his shoulder to meet your gaze. 

“We’re sitting ducks Jungkook,” you mumble, eyes looking around the water, still slightly paranoid. There’s a few other people in the water and a couple surfers which makes you feel a little better. 

“It’s okay to get out of your comfort zone you know,” he raises a brow when you climb off his back, deciding to swim close in front of him. Both of you float with only a few inches between you two, water at your chests. 

“Mhm,” you say sarcastically, “That’s what they all say before they’ve gotten their leg bit off,” you move your arms around to keep you wading. Thankfully it didn’t take long to get used to the chilly water. 

He bites his lip as he watches you with an amused expression. You push away the way it makes you feel. 

“You know that’s why I wanted to be your friend right?” 

You furrow your eyebrows, moving to float on your back. Jungkook being the gentlemen he is, he ends up beside you, his arms giving your back some support in the water as you float. 

“What do you mean?” You ask him. 

You can’t see his expression as you’ve closed your eyes, the sun too bright to keep them open. His fingertips graze your skin every few seconds and you swear it feels like electricity running through your spine. 

“You’ve always been the one to get me out of my comfort zone,” he points out like it’s obvious—though you’ve never had an inkling of this. 

You open one eye at him in a squint, his face a lot closer to yours than you expected, “I don’t think so,” you laugh a little awkwardly as you give up on floating, settling back to your normal swimming position with him in front of you. 

“I wouldn’t lie Y/N,” he laughs in return, “You’ve known me for a long time, you know how fucking weird I used to be.” 

“Hey you weren’t weird,” you defend him, “Just a little awkward and going through puberty.” 

He rolls his eyes, “Fucking weird,” he repeats, “I just mean I’ve never had a friend that’s always pushed me to do things I normally wouldn’t do. Hell just the vacations we’ve taken together is just one example,” he pauses, his next words cutting him a little deep, “I feel like you’re the reason I ever had a life outside of baseball.” 

You bite your lip under the water as you don’t break his heavy eye contact. You’d never realize Jungkook thought that highly of you. It makes you feel giddy on the inside, but also a little sad that you were never that confident in your abilities as a friend. If anything, you thought Jungkook brought you out of your shell more. 

“I’m just a small part of your life Jungkook,” is what you settle on. 

They way his face falls doesn’t go unnoticed, “Trust me,” he pauses beginning a swim back to shore for you to follow him, “You’re a pretty big part Y/N.” 

∞

It’s now Friday, which means you and Jungkook only have one and a half days left of your trip. The thought makes you sad, though you know that it’s not like you wouldn’t be seeing Jungkook afterwards. He lives in the same neighborhood as you for chrissakes. But given the loom of your impending move in a couple months, you couldn’t help but feel a finality of your life here coming soon. 

You and Jungkook had gone out a couple times since being here, though neither of you had fully committed to getting too drunk. You had a feeling though that tonight you were ready to full let loose. Jungkook complimented you as soon as you were ready to leave, sending heat through your body. You were wearing a white two piece set—a small bralette type top with a matching mini-skirt that wrapped around your waist nicely. Your strappy heels gave you some height to Jungkook and you’re sure to any other tourist, you two looked like a couple. 

Jungkook looked absolutely ravishing, the familiar lump of the past couple weeks forming when you laid eyes on him. He was dressed in an extravagant short sleeve button that was a yellow and white along with white pants to tie everything in. You almost laughed one, being you’re 99% sure the shirt is Fendi—how the hell did he afford that?—and two, you’re not sure you’d seen him in anything in sweatpants and t-shirts since graduation. Even then, it took you and Taehyung a lot of convincing for Jungkook to wear dress pants under his cap and gown. 

You and Jungkook had ate dinner at a local sushi bar, getting a couple drinks there to pregame your evening. You don’t know how Jungkook ate and drank so much and keep the figure he had. It had to be genetics; there’s no other way. 

It was now a little past 9 and both of you were feeling drunk—a good drunk—a happy drunk. The bar you two were at was partially outside, with a dance floor and good drinks. You and Jungkook are talking to a couple who also happen to be on vacation. 

“Honeymooning is fun for sure,” the woman says, her words a little slurred, “Are you two honeymooning too?” 

Both you and Jungkook begin to stutter, shaking your heads awkwardly, mumbling your words together. 

“We’re not together,” you manage to get out as you lean against the bar for stability. Jungkook’s stood behind you, his chest touching your shoulder as his arm sits behind your frame protectively. 

The new husband’s eyes widen, “Could’ve fooled me,” he says, “Right honey?” 

“I agree Joon,” she eyes you up and down, clearly shameless as she does so. “Let’s go dance baby!” She suddenly exclaims. The couple—Namjoon and Camille—bid their farewells to you and Jungkook, leaving you two alone again at the bar. 

You suddenly feel a little awkward under the strangers gaze, looking up and over at Jungkook. He’s giving them a straight smile before his eyes watch them walk away, an amused expression filling his eyes as he begins to laugh. 

“You want another drink, honey?” He suddenly asks through a joke and you crack a smile, turning around to playfully push him. You catch a whiff of his scent as you stare at him intently, trying to ignore the deep stir of heat in your tummy. His gaze his vibrant as you take his sunglasses tucked from his shirt and place them over your eyes. 

“If you’re paying Jeon,” you smile at him wickedly. 

Jungkook orders both of you tequila shots, both of your faces scrunching up when you bite the lime for some relief. You have chills running down your spine, trying your best to keep the contents down. 

“We’re going to be hurting tomorrow,” you say, sliding the shot glass back towards the bartender. 

“I don’t even want to think about it,” he groans, suddenly reaching out to grab his phone. It’s buzzing in his hand, “It’s Junghyun,” he looks at you, “I’ll be right back?” 

You nod, telling him you’d be right here. You watch as he walks away from you, a deep exhale escaping you. You’re intoxicated again—intrusive thoughts taking over your brain. You reminiscence over the last two weeks with Jungkook here. He makes you so incredibly happy and you’re sure that if you let yourself, you’d fall deeply in love with him—more than you already are. You’ve been through thick and thin together. You can’t let yourself go there though—it couldn’t happen. The friendship you two had between each other was too important to you. You’re not even sure Jungkook could even feel these feelings towards you. For all you know, he was just talking about his shitty ex the other day. 

Your thoughts are interrupted when suddenly a man appears in front of you. A man that’s not Jungkook. He’s leaning his elbows on the bar as he waits for the bartender to take his order. He gives you a glance and you stare shamelessly. He’s quite attractive, that’s for damn sure. 

“You want a drink sweetheart?” He suddenly asks, the pet name not sounding as good as it does coming from your best friend. 

You find your voice over the music, “I’m good, thank you,” you smile at him knowing if you drink anymore, you’d be crossing the line of fun drunk to a miserable blackout. 

He nods respecting what you’ve said, ordering two shots of whiskey for himself. You look around the bar trying to find Jungkook. It’s loud and crowded, but you haven’t been able to spot him in that ridiculous yellow shirt. You wonder what Junghyun needed that’s taking so long. 

“What’s your name?” The strangers asks you as he turns his body to face yours completely. 

You lean towards him some to save your voice, “Y/N,” you tell him. 

A charming smile spreads across his face, “Well miss Y/N, why is a beautiful girl at this bar alone?” 

You’ve dealt with many men of this caliber, so his words don’t creep you out much. Internally you applaud him for using the term beautiful, and not the typical hot or pretty. 

“I’m not alone,” you tell him. He looks around the area you both are, your point not withstanding, “What’s your name?” You change the subject. 

He downs his second shot of whiskey, “Jackson. It’s nice to meet you,” he offers his hand graciously and you shake it in return. 

“Well Jackson,” you pause, feeling that tequila shot getting to you, “Why are you here at this bar alone?” 

He laughs, raising an eyebrow at you, “I’m not alone either,” he retorts. 

You nod slowly, a small smile spreading across your lips. Again, your eyes do another dance around the bar to spot Jungkook to no avail. 

“Do you want to dance with me Miss Y/N?” He suddenly asks taking you completely off guard. You open your mouth then close it, only to open it again to say nothing. You should say no. You know in your heart you should say no. However with no sign of Jungkook and this Jackson guy seeming like a normal guy, you felt no guilt when you take his hand for him to take you to the dance floor. 

The bar has great club and house music playing, making dancing an easy feat. Jackson is a great dancer, finding the rhythm to the songs easily as the DJ switches them rapidly. You find yourself comfortable with him, resting your hands lazily on his shoulders as he guides you through the motions. Maybe you’re too drunk, or you’re just relaxed, but you feel good in this moment. It reminds you of being a college freshman with Lisa, when you two would go to sweaty frat and baseball parties, dancing the night away with water bottles filled with cheap vodka. 

The tide between you and Jackson folds when you turn around, unknowingly pressing your back to his chest. You both are swaying in the changing lights, his arms resting on your waist protectively, his head resting on your left shoulder. You’ve always been a decent dancer too, Jackson finding it impressive as you keep up with each other. When you find a hand gripping at Jackson’s hair pulling him closer to you, it’s when reality hits, time freezing in that very moment. You’ve opened your eyes after sometime, across the bar Jungkook walks in, his eyes finding yours instantaneously. His lips part, a painful expression crossing his features. He watches you only for a moment, his heels turning himself around to leave you be, heart feeling like someone’s crucifying it. 

You suddenly panic, creating immediate space between you and Jackson. You turn around and lean up to his ear. 

“I’m sorry, I really have to go—“ you tell him in a rush. He’s clearly confused but before you can listen to whatever he has to say, your feet pick you up to the path Jungkook must have taken to get out of here. It’s difficult to get through the crowd of people, especially in your heels and drunkenly, but you manage. 

When you go to the outsider area of the bar, you don’t spot him. Shit, you think, where did he go? You start to panic, reaching for your phone out of your purse. You quickly scroll to his name, hitting the call button. You groan with an eye-roll—of course he isn’t going to fucking answer you. 

You’re not completely sure he’s not in the bar anymore, but you chance it, leaving the bar alone. Thankfully the streets are well lit and there are plenty of people around to make you feel safe. You’re typing him a mean text as you walk back towards your cottage, ready to curse him out when you see him. That is, until you actually see him—then your mind goes blank. 

Jungkook’s sat on the curb of a small, local convenient store eating what seems to be an ice cream sandwich. You’ve got to be fucking kidding. 

“Jungkook!” You nearly exclaim, “What the hell are you doing?” You approach him, stumbling slightly in your heels. 

He quickly notices how unstable you are, standing up to steady you, “You okay Y/N?” 

You push him off you, “No the fuck I’m not okay,” you spit at him, “You just left me there?” You’re drunk and frustrated, that’s all you know. 

“Here,” he offers the rest of his ice cream sandwich. You can’t resist him and you take it, eating it in two bites. He watches you carefully before saying, “Sorry, I just thought you were preoccupied.” 

You throw away the paper wrapper, looking at him like he’s crazy. 

“Are you for real Jungkook?” You press, not caring if you’re bringing attention to the two of you as people pass by. He shoves his hands into his pockets, exhaling heavily. 

“You want to go home?” He asks with straight lips. You cross your arms over your chest angrily, what the hell was his problem? 

“Do you want to go home?” You ask him in retaliation. 

He only looks a you a brief moment before nodded slowly. This conversation is seriously sobering you up faster than anything has ever before and nothing productive has even be said. 

He turns around, “C’mon,” he says. 

“What do you mean?” You ask him confused as he’s widened his stance, as if he’s ready for you to plow over him. 

“Hop on Y/N,” he says, “And don’t even try to fight me on this. I know your feet are killing you.” 

He wants to piggy back you home. You stay put, hands playing with each other awkwardly staring at his back. He glances over his shoulder and says your name again. 

“B-but your k-knee Jungkook,” you say hesitantly. You knew Jungkook weight lifted and did enough cardio for him to live until he was 105, but the last thing you wanted was for him to injure himself again, especially because of you.

“It’s fine Y/N, I promise,” he says, “I just want to get you home.” 

As you brace yourself on his shoulders, you try to jump as light as possible to lessen the blow to his body. He catches you gracefully, adjusting your knees in his hands. And home is where you two go. 

∞

After you two walk into the threshold of the cottage—you insisting on walking the last little bit of the way—a parable tension that could be cut with a knife has settled between you two. You tried your best to talk to him on the way back, but his answers were short and uninterested. You only had remnants of your drunkenness left inside you and if anything, you were tightening back up, even angrier than when you left the bar. 

Jungkook’s about to walk into your shared bedroom before you call after him. 

“Wait Jungkook!” You say. He stops in his tracks, turning to look at you. His face is unreadable in the dim lights of the cottage. “What the fuck happened back there?” You ask him as you take off your heels, leaving them by the couch. 

“It’s nothing Y/N,” he brushes you off, turning around to continue his path to the bedroom. Of course you follow him; he expected it. 

“Jungkook, come onnn,” you press, “Are you that pissed that I was dancing with someone else?” You can’t hide your anger and frustration if you tried. This wasn’t fair to you. He had paraded girls throughout college— parading Chaeyoung for a year and a half in front of you—and you never said anything about it no matter how much it bothered you. 

“Y/N it’s fine, can we just,” he pauses as he looks over at you, “Just drop it?” He’s taking off his rings and bracelets, your lip tucked between your teeth. 

You make an unsatisfied noise, stepping closer to him, “No we fucking can’t. What’s your problem Jungkook?” 

He leans on the dresser with both hands, his muscle definition showing through his shirt as he tenses up. His jaw clenches as he closes his eyes in deep reverie. You watch him carefully, knowing you probably should tread lightly given he’s pissed. But you know what? You’re pissed too. He can’t act like that with no explanation—that’s not fair to you. 

“Junghyun called me about you, you know,” are his first words as he looks over to you. 

“M-me?” You stutter, confusion lacing your tone. 

He pushes himself off the dresser, though he keeps distance between you two. He suddenly runs a frustrated grip through his hair, messing it up slightly. 

“You know, since you’re moving halfway across the fucking globe,” he sounds bitter, though deep dejection is mainly what you hear. You moving had been a sensitive topic with him ever since the interview stage happened with you months ago. It hurt you to speak about it with Jungkook the most. The thought of leaving him crushed both of you which is why neither of you had brought it up these past two weeks. 

“He was asking me if I had done it yet,” he laughs sarcastically, “Of fucking course he was.” 

You’re more confused than ever and you say his name in a whisper, but he continues. 

“You know the other day when you said that you were only a small part of my life, that’s when it really hit me,” he pauses, “You really don’t know how much you fucking mean to me Y/N. You’ve been my best friend for so long, been there with me through so much of my bullshit—my accident, losing my scholarship, losing my fucking life—“ he inhales deeply and you suddenly feel dizzy, unsure of where this conversation has turned.

“—And now I’m fucking losing you and I can’t even be honest with you because it doesn’t matter,” his voice breaks off as he looks at his feet. You start to panic, a roller coaster of emotions pulsing through you. 

You step towards him hesitantly, “Jungkook you can always be honest with me,” you grab his forearm, “I’m your best friend for fucksakes—stop with the hysterics and just tell me what’s wrong,” you plead with him. If your words weren’t enough, your eyes were giving a show. 

His bottom lip trembles as he meets your gaze. You have adrenaline running through you as he moves to rest his hands on your waist, gripping the skin tight. 

“I love you Y/N,” he says letting out a deep breath before he can second guess himself. 

“I know,” you tell him, “Jungkook you know I love you too.. you’re scaring me—“

“No Y/N,” he shakes his head, “I’m in love with you—like fucking crazy about you Y/N.” 

His words take your breath away, stumbling slightly as you can’t believe the words he’s saying. He’s what? Jungkook’s in love with you? You part your lips, unable to form sentences, shaking your head stunned 

“You don’t have to say anything,” he looks down, his forehead brushing yours, “But I couldn’t let you move without telling you—I don’t know how long it’s been but it just happened one day and I haven’t stopped since.” 

“Jungkook,” you finally whisper after some silence, your palms finding solace on his broad chest, “I-I don’t know what to say,” you pause looking up through your lashes. You feel like you could cry from the up and down of your emotions. 

You both stare at each other, unsure of who is going to make the next move. You decide that it will be you. 

“B-but when we talked the other night about the future and stuff… I thought you were talking about Chaeyoung,” you admit, feeling a little dumb now that this secret has been spilled. 

Jungkook lets out a laugh, unsure he heard you correctly, “Y/N—what, no, I haven’t spoken to Chaeyoung in months at this point,” he pauses, his strong hands gripping your forearms gently, “I was talking about you.. it’s always been you.”

There’s a silence that falls; a war raging in your head as you go through as many memories as you can with Jungkook. He’s been there for you at any moment you’ve needed him and vice versa. You couldn’t imagine a life without him and right now—you’ve finally decided in allowing yourself to be honest. 

“Y/N I know this is unfair since you’re leaving but—“

“I love you too Jungkook,” you interrupt him to which he responds with a mellow what, “I know that I’m in love with you Jungkook—I have for some time now, I just didn’t want to admit it.. I-I was scared and I didn’t know how to bring it up, fuck I’m sorry—“

You’re suddenly cut off with Jungkook’s lips covering yours. You instantly melt into his lips as your eyes close, your hands finding their way around his neck to pull him down to you. After a few moments, he pulls away from you, rubbing his nose against yours. 

“Is this real?” He asks, a small smile playing on his lips; all anxiousness leaving your body at once. You return a small smile, nodding in his delicate hold. 

“Real,” you whisper back, chasing after his lips once again. 

This time when your lips meet his, it’s more aggressive from each side, pouring out all frustration and built up pining over the years into it. His tongue opens your mouth wider and you sigh into him, tangling your fingers into his soft hair. His hands slither down from your waist to over your ass, pressing your hips into his. 

You’d never thought kissing someone could feel this good. Your entire body feels aflame as you both discover each others mouths piece by piece. Jungkook’s walked you backwards against the wall, holding you up against it firmly as you both continue to kiss each other feverishly. You rest your head against the wall as his lips move from yours to your neck, your breathing intensifying as he kisses and nips gently. 

“Jungkook,” you breathe heavily, as he places a kiss on your exposed shoulder, moving the flimsily strap to your top down. You get bolder with your own actions, maneuvering your hands underneath his shirt feeling his muscles tense under your touch. 

His lips find yours again, “I wanted this for so long Y/N,” he mumbles against your skin as you pull him taut to you. “Remember sophomore year? When you kissed me for that dare?” 

“Mhm,” you murmur in response as his hand experimentally trails its way up to cup your left breast, “How could I forget?” You tell him through a slight whine when he squeezes you through the thin material of your top. 

He smirks against your lips, tugging on your bottom lip ever so slightly, “I was so happy when you didn’t drink that bitch cup,” he admits. You can’t help but giggle at his words, one of your hands resting on the back of his neck to hold him close to you, “And this is much better than that.” 

You nip at his mouth again, “I agree,” you pause, your other hand playing with the buttons on his shirt, “Can I take this off?” You ask through your lashes; your voice soft and patient. 

Jungkook emits deep groan from his throat, “Is this okay with you?” He suddenly asks. 

You immediately nod, “Yes, yes, of course,” you begin your slow assault at his shirt buttons, undoing them one at a time. 

He kisses your forehead, “Okay… I just,” he pauses, “I’m just a little nervous,” he admits as he grapples at your waist again, pulling you flush against him. He’s got a growing bulge in his pants, making your squeeze your thighs together. 

“Why are you nervous?” You gaze at him with stars in your eyes, finding everything about him endearing and so lovable. 

He rests his forehead against yours, “I don’t know I’ve just thought about this for forever,” he pauses, “I want you to feel safe.” 

You smile sweetly at him, “I always feel safe with you Jungkook,” you tell him reassuringly. You lean forward, placing a kiss on his exposed chest when you finally undo the last button. You waste no time pushing the fabric off his golden skin, tattoos and all on fully display. 

“When did you get so hot?” You pout in between his kisses along your neck and collarbone. He chuckles into your skin, his hands now exploring both of your breasts through the fabric. 

“I’ve been wondering the same with you,” he kisses right between your cleavage, his fingers finding the zipper at the back of your top. 

“Please—“ your breath hitches when the cold air makes your nipples taut as he drags your shirt away, “Have you seen yourself?” You’ve barely finish your sentence until Jungkook’s lips are wrapping around your right nipple, sucking and teething at the sensitive. 

“Have you seen yourself Y/N?” He mumbles into your skin, paying attention to your left nipple now. “My pretty girl,” he breathes out pulling away from you, sending a fire through your veins. He grabs your hands and pulls you towards the bed not too far from the wall. 

You straddle him as you reconnect your lips together, rutting against him as your hips grind down. A shiver of pleasure runs through you, a subtle moan vanishing in his mouth. 

“Fuck,” he says, “Do that again, I like hearing you.” 

You chuckle, kissing near his ear, “Make me,” you challenge. Jungkook bites his lip, the grip on your hips tightening. 

Being as competitive as he is—it’s a challenge he’s willing to accept. 

Jungkook is suddenly flipping you two over, settling between your thighs, tits shaking as you readjust yourself. You spread your legs a little so he can sit comfortably on his knees between you, his bulge more prominent than ever, straining in his white pants. Your mouth literally waters as his hands push up your skirt, exposing your skimpy little lace thong that’s barely covering your cunt at this point. 

“Goddamn,” he gulps at the sight, his eyes flicking to yours quickly as your chest rises up and down in anticipation. You’re already so turned on—so wet just for him. If it was any other guy, you’d probably feel embarrassed but you were telling them truth when you said you felt safe with him. 

His tattooed hand slides down to your inner thigh, a couple of his fingers running over your clothed heat. Your hips cant outwards as he does this a couple times before he decides to ultimately pull your panties off, leaving them strung across the room somewhere. 

You hold his gaze as he spits onto his fingertips, now finding your bare pussy exposed for him in all its glory. He doesn’t waste time in dipping a finger inside you to test the waters. When your mouth falls open, he takes it as a good sign when you start to beg him for more. 

“Jungkook please,” you push out your hips, trying to get the most of one finger though it’s no use. “I need more,” you whine. 

He leans down, placing a kiss to your lips, “I know baby, I know,” you gasp when he adds in another finger, a steady strong of moans escaping you when he begins a gentle rhythm in and out of you. It’s torture the way it feels so so good, yet it’s still leaving you wanting more. 

He gets a hold of your right leg, holding it up slightly so he can penetrate deeper inside with his fingers, his thumb rubbing up against the hood of your clit. 

“Hold yourself open for me baby,” he says to which you obey, holding onto the side of your leg just as he was, “Good girl,” he praises you, which creates even more slick arousal. 

From here, he takes one of his hands to pull your clitoral hood open, using his other to circle your bud and enter your pussy in alternating motions. 

“Ah, shit—“ your hips jerk against him when you begin to feel yourself start to climb that hill to an orgasm. Your continuously moaning was sending him mad and your glistening cunt was a full invitation for him. 

He shifts his weight, his lips meeting your center to which your back arches off the mattress, a strained whine from you as he flicks his tongue over your clit. It’s obscene the way he gives you head—it’s hot and messy, little to no friction as he goes from focus on your hole with both his fingers and mouth, to sucking heavily on your clit. You could feel yourself dripping on the sheets underneath you, the wetness making Jungkook involuntarily push his cock into the mattress. 

“Jungkook—I’m gonna come,” you manage through your tight breaths. 

“Yeah baby?” He muses against you, the vibration of his voice sending a shockwave through your already swollen clit. You nod desperately into the bed, holding his head down with your left hand as your hips chase to meet his movements. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” chants fall from your lips when you feel yourself tip over the edge, falling heavily into an orgasm that overtakes your entire body. You don’t even care if you’re loud as you moan and rile beneath him, your pussy clenching around his fingers before he pulls them out to watch your cunt clench around nothing. 

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he marvels as you come down from your high, your body clearly relaxed now as you find time to catch your breath. You lean up on your elbows as he meets you halfway to kiss you again. He tastes like you as he tongues the inside of your mouth carefully. 

You scoot your body down some, hands finding the front of his pants. You can tell he’s big just by running your hand over his cock through the clothes. He inhales a sharp intake of breath when you squeeze him a little. You break your kiss to focus on getting him out of the fabric, unzipping and unbuttoning his pants quickly. You take notice of his white Calvin Kleins as he helps you push them down past his ankles. 

In a rush, you tug down the front of his boxers—breath hitching in the back of your throat. He was big—the biggest you’ve ever seen—thick and long between his muscular set of thighs. 

You whine when you take him in, never experiencing a want for someone so badly in your entire life. 

“Can I please suck it?” You whisper, your words sounding like sweet saccharine to his ears. As tempting as that sounds for him, he wasn’t sure how long he would last with you, and he needed to be inside of your pussy when he came.

“Not right now baby,” he says firm in his tone, “I want to be inside you so bad,” he sounds just as desperate as you feel. 

You nod quickly as you begin to take your skirt off since it’s still the last piece of clothing on you. Jungkook’s hands stop you quickly.

“No, no,” he chuckles, “Gonna fuck you in this pretty skirt,” he places a zealous kiss on your lips one more time before he suddenly gets up hurrying over to one of his duffle bags. He returns quickly and you watch carefully as you notice him tearing open a condom packet, his abs visible each time he breathes. 

“You brought condoms?” You ask him curiously. 

He smirks as he begins to roll it down over his fully hardened cock, “I’ve been bringing them with us everywhere since we went to Europe,” he explains as he instructs you to scoot back some. The thought makes you feel bubbly on the inside, laughing at him some. 

“So you’ve just assumed that we’re gonna fuck one day then?” You ask him as he settles between you, rubbing his tip against your folds. 

He closes his eyes briefly, before smirking again, “Never assumed, just hoped,” he lines himself up with your entrance, having to fight not to just slam right into you, “I’ll start slow okay?” 

You nod as you grip behind his neck and shoulder with each hand. Once Jungkook begins to push into you, you literally forget how to breathe. Jungkook groans as he bites his lip in full concentration, pushing a little farther. 

“It’s okay, breathe baby,” he encourages, “I know you can take it. My baby can take it, right?” 

He knows very well you can—he just wants to hear you say it in your voice that’s laced in honey and arousal for him. 

You nod faster that you ever had, “God, yes Jungkook I can, yes I can,” you finally find your oxygen as he pushes in slowly to the hilt. Your jaw was slack as his forehead rests against your own, a burning between your legs but pleasurable enough that you begin to involuntarily clench around him. 

“Shit baby, don’t do that,” he warns, “This tight little pussy is all mine, right?” 

“Of course Jungkook—“ he pulls back, then pushing back in, your hips canting upward to help him fulfill every inch inside you. “Oh my god—“ you whimper as he slowly begins to find his pace. 

“Are you okay?” He asks. 

“Yes, fuck yes, Jungkook just please don’t stop,” you beg, “Go faster, please.” 

One of his hands grip your right hip, the other fisting the sheets by your head as he does as he’s told, picking his pace up slowly but surely as the seconds pass. Its blissful heaven having him fill you up so good. You’d never thought you’d be in this position with Jungkook, but as time passes you wish that you two had got around to it a lot sooner. 

With each snap of his hips, your body moves upwards given force. A mantra of noises come from you as you watch his brows furrow from above you, strained groans and breathes escaping his lips. You could feel the simmering of another orgasm approaching you as his perfect stroke hits your g-spot. You grab at his face to steady him; his pace thrown off a bit when you lean up to kiss his lips gently. 

“Let me get on top,” you whisper to him. He tugs on your lip, unsure if he wants to give up control but with you, he’d relinquish any day. He pulls out, leaving you hallow with you quickly pushing him off of you and down to the mattress. His back is rested against the pillows and headboard to which you grab with one hand, using your another hand to line yourself back up with him. 

After you sink down, your arousal making it easy this time—you begin to find a pace against him that’s calculated to hit your insides in all the right areas. Jungkook grips your hips, pushing your skirt up slightly as he marvels up at you, drunk in a haze of you and you only. With uneven breaths, you can tell you’re on the verge of coming again, so he licks his thumb before he places it on your clit. Each touch of your hips presses firmly against his finger, explicative falling from your lips in a rush. 

“God—Jungkook, I-I can’t,” you choke out, squeezing around him tightly as he begins to push his own hips up to meet yours. 

One of his hands makes it way to your throat, pulling your forehead down to his as he takes the oxygen away from you. It’s too much—it’s all too much. 

“Yes baby, you can,” he encourages, “My pretty girl, come with me,” he adds after he begins to hold you in place some, shoving his hips up in a brutal pace to chase his own climax. 

It doesn’t take long for your second orgasm to hit, hit tipping backwards as you let out a half-scream of his name, jumbled together with high pitched moans. It goes on longer than your last one, convulsing around his cock as you lean forward in a daze. 

Jungkook’s close—his lip tucked into his teeth, brows deeply furrowed as he continues his pace up inside you. With a bated breath, he announces he’s going to come and you encourage him just as he did you. He spills into the condom with a whiney groan in submission to you, his movements coming to end an end shortly after he rides his climax out. 

He’s got his arms wrapped around your torso and you cradle him to your chest as you both try to catch your breaths. He lifts your hips slightly to let himself fall out of you, though he keeps you close to him after, looking up at you through a lazy smile. 

You return one to him, meeting your lips to his. The kiss is gentle and love worthy as your heart swells so much it feels like it could burst for the man beneath you. 

You pull away from him, “Can I take this skirt off now?” 

He chuckles before nodding, placing a kiss on your shoulder before you move off of him to discard the final article of clothing on your frame. You climb back into bed after you throw on a slinky tank top and use the bathroom—a UTI was not going to plague you. Jungkook pulls on a pair of briefs, opening his arms up to you once he climbs back in. You cuddle up right next to him, an arm slung around his bare chest, leg over his as he pulls you closer with one arm. The two you mindlessly talk about nothing before you feel yourself drifting off to sleep. The last thing you recall is Jungkook placing a kiss on your head, telling you that he loves you again, leaving little to no space between each other this time on the bed. 

∞

The bright sun is what wakes you up the next morning, a strained mumble coming from you as you stretch out on the bed. You’re halfway on your back, halfway on your side when you open your eyes. You rub them with your knuckles to clear them of any matter. When the room fully focuses, you freeze in your position, stomach dropping a little bit. Your head hurts from the alcohol but it wasn’t enough alcohol to make you forget what happened. 

You and Jungkook had had sex and professed pining love to each other. 

You quickly turn over to find yourself alone in the bed, your anxiety and cortisol levels skyrocketing. You also take notice that Jungkook’s not out on the balcony that connects to the room. You sit up a little too quickly for your headache, taking a moment to steady yourself. 

You grab your phone off the nightstand, checking the time and any messages you have. There’s only a few that you decide you’ll answer later. Nothing from Jungkook. 

You push the sheets and duvet off your frame, hurrying over to your suitcase to pull on a pair of shorts. You quickly make your way out of the bedroom, finding the living and kitchen space empty. Maybe he was in the bathroom? 

“Jungkook?” You call out. No answer. 

You suddenly feel like you’re going to get sick. Insecurity and all other horrifying thoughts cross your brain. Did he leave you here? Did he get scared and go home? Did he really fuck you only to leave you? 

You feel like you could cry as you lean onto the couch for support. You hold back your tears, breathing heavily in and out to keep yourself calm. 

Where the fuck—

The door to the cottage is suddenly unlocked, pushing open to reveal your best friend in all his glory. He’s dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants, carrying a brown bag in one hand, balancing two coffees on his arm. 

“Oh, good morning!” He flashes his million dollar smile at you as he sets down all of his belongings on the kitchen island. 

You stand there with a pout, not saying anything to him. He looks at you slightly confused, walking over to see what’s wrong. 

“Are you okay?” He asks with concern, grabbing gently behind your elbows. 

You push at his chest with flat palms, “I thought you left me,” you whine. A smile cracks open as he laughs some. 

“Why would I have left you?” He questions you, “I just went and got us some breakfast while you were still sleeping,” he explains. 

“Well I can see that now,” you push back, “I just thought.. maybe you got scared and left,” you trail off, looking away from him now that you feel a little dumb for jumping to such horrible conclusions. 

Jungkook pulls you in for a hug to which you return it like a kid grabbing onto their teddy bear tightly. 

“I would never do that Y/N,” he says placing a kiss to your head, squeezing you playfully as he sways you dramatically, “I’m kind of offended that you think I would,” he then says with a pinch to your ass cheek. 

“Ow!” You push yourself off of him with a laugh, “Sorry, it’s just,” you chew on your lip when you meet his gaze, “I don’t really know how to go about this whole friends to lovers thing.” 

He pulls you to the kitchen so you two can begin to eat your breakfast. The coffee is great; just what you needed to cure your headache. 

“It’s simple,” he says as he sits down beside you after he’s placed your breakfast sandwiches out. 

“Is it really?” You push through a mouthful of food—gross you know, but Jungkook was the last person to care. 

He quirks that pierced eyebrow at you that just drives you absolutely mad, “Hell yeah. We’re still best friends we’re just gonna have lots of sex now.” 

You look at him stunned before you both are laughing hysterically together. Maybe he is right. Simple. As the two of you eat your breakfast, you can’t help but feel so very happy but also so very sad. The two of you have created a bubble of paradise and it’s going to burst as soon as you get back on the plane to head back home. 

“Jungkook,” you say, turning the conversation serious after you both have finished your meals. He responds with a hm? “I’m still moving after the summer,” you bring it up hesitantly given how touchy it is; but there was no escaping and hiding from the truth. You were leaving; Jungkook was staying here. 

He tenses up in his seat, pursing his lips as he glances over at you, “That’s another reason Junghyun called me last night,” he begins. You look at him confused, asking what he means, “I’ve been thinking about telling you about my feelings for so long Y/N, and I clearly have shit timing,” he laughs ironically, “But Junghyun has known for awhile now—I think before I even knew it but um,” he pauses, “He made me promise to him that by the end of this trip that I would tell you, so he was on my ass about it last night.” 

You smile at him sweetly, resting your hand over his, “Well now you can tell him you kept that promise,” you offer. 

His gaze doesn’t quite meet yours, “Yeah, but that’s not all,” he pauses as you listen to him, “I’ve been applying to jobs in New York,” he admits. 

Your lips part as your eyes widen, “What?” You’re nearly breathless as you ask the question—feeling like Jungkook took a baseball bat to your chest. “Why would you do that?” You press. 

He swallows heavily, “I just, I knew whenever you said you were going there that I just couldn’t not try with you,” he pauses, his gaze looking almost apologetic, “I didn’t want to be four thousand miles away from you so I panicked and started applying for jobs there,” he explains, “I don’t want you to be mad, and I’ve already talked to my family about it and they’re all okay with it,” he says in a rush, “I just didn’t want you to be alone there, whether I confessed my feelings to you or not.” 

He’s chewing on his lip and you can tell he’s nervous. You turn over his palm so you can intertwine your fingers together, giving him a soft gaze. 

“While this has completely caught me off guard,” you say honestly, “I would never be mad at you over this,” you squeeze his hand for reassurance, “Did you really apply to jobs there because of me?” 

He nods a few times before he hangs his head low. You take your other hand and push his shorter fringe away from his face. While you’re positive many more details have to be worked out, that fact Jungkook made this decision makes you feel an amount of butterflies and love you’ve never experienced before. 

“And you’d for sure want to be in New York?” 

He looks up at you with those big doe-eyes that haven’t changed from the day you met him, “I’d go wherever you were Y/N. It could be the worst fucking place in world and I’d go there with you.” 

You lean over, pressing your lips to his gently. 

“I love you.” 

He smiles in return, “I love you more.” 

You pout some, “That’s not fair—no one is allowed to ‘love more’.” 

He kisses you again gently as he pulls you from the bar stool to stand between his legs. His hands squeeze your ass playfully as you try to pull away. 

“Well I can be the exception,” he leans into you, his arms wrapping around you protectively. You roll your eyes, a short laugh escaping your lips.

“You know what this means?” You ask inquisitively. 

“What?” 

“Lots of sex to be had,” you emphasis, “And even more of blowjobs.” 

His eyes widen, his jaw slightly clenching and you swear he whines as he looks up at you, pressing your front to his crotch, “Can we start that sooner than later?” 

You give him your answer through another kiss and moving your hands at the waistband of his pants. God, you think as you take in the already domesticated environment you two have made together, you could really get used to this. Jeon Jungkook was your best friend and at the end of the day—all you two needed was each other and somewhere to go.

[harrysarchive]

just the two of us; h.s.

pairing:

dormmate!harry x dormmate!reader

summary:

"you look good [y/l/n], is it a crime to speak my mind?" i muse a smirk crawling its way onto my lips.

"yes! yes it is a crime. you-you cant say that!"

"says who?"

"says every rule of being best friends!"

warnings:

smut 18+⚠️

loud rap music blares through the crowd, the smell of weed and sweet alcohol hangs in the air as i stare at [y/n] from across the crowed house a tug in my gut and a green monster clouding my vision. i watch as he runs his hands down the side of her body, she throws her head back with laughter grabbing ahold of his bicep.

"woah styles, loosen the grip. in a second your drink will be on the floor." louis snickers giving me a nudge, i roll my eyes. "[y/n] would never go for him, if you're curious:"

my head snaps to him, "what? -erm i mean- why would i care?"

louis snorts shaking his head, "maybe you dont, maybe you do." he smirks walking away.

i shake my head before my gaze makes its way back in the direction where [y/n] should be. but isnt. my heart starts beating out of my chest, blood rushing to my ears as my eyes scan the crowd. i spot her rolling her hips against her friends crotch before bending at the hips and slowly rolling them. my bottom lip catches between my teeth as my jeans grow tighter against my crotch. my view gets disturbed as the previous man she was laughing with grabs ahold of her bicep, she looks at him before shaking her head no and pointing to her friend. before i can stop myself, my feet carries my weight over to her direction, i softly grab [y/n's] hand giving it a yank to hide her behind me.

"we got a problem?" i ask lowly looking at the man.

"yeah, the problem is you taking what was rightfully mine." he sneers causing my eyebrows to shoot up.

"bunny, you belong to this man?" i ask with humor behind my voice.

she looks at him with eyebrows furrowed, eyes blazing with anger, "no! we talked for about two minutes. i do not know you nor do i want to get to know you." she snakes an arm through my arm yanking me away from the man. "men are pigs! i swear it." she murmurs under her breath, a chuckle escaping my lips.

she leads me outside were theres a small group of people blocking the doorway, some smoking others drinking. i grab ahold of her hand and yank her in front of me before narrowing my eyes, all of the sudden the nasty green monster swivels in my chest again.

"why the fuck were you talking to him?" i demand crossing my arms in front of my chest, he eyes also narrow into slits, her nose flaring at my tone.

"why are you speaking to me with that tone?! i was talking to him because he came with some of my friends and i thought he would be a friend, but he started touching on me. i got uncomfortable and left to dance. the end." she states sternly before turning and walking in the direction of the dorms murmuring 'so overprotective'.

"dont walk away from me [y/n], we arent done talking!"

she ignores me and keeps walking, her shoulders hunched over, nose deep in her phone. letting out a groan i follow behind. "you look hot." i blurt out, my hand quickly slapping over my mouth shocked that i actually had the nerve to say it out loud. she's wearing a short skin tight black one piece that sticks to her skin like honey, nipples peaking through and the swell of her ass peaking out. she stops walking before straightening up and turning to look at me, her ears are burning a nice red shade at the tip of them.

"what did you say?" she asks in a whisper eyes wide like i had said the most obscured thing ever.

"you look good [y/l/n], is it a crime to speak my mind?" i muse a smirk crawling its way onto my lips.

"yes! yes it is a crime. you-you cant say that!"

"says who?"

"says every rule of being best friends!"

"i'm not a stickler for rules." i hum grabbing her waist and pulling her towards me. her face has the lightest dusting of red probably from the drinks she's had, but i'd like to think it's partly because of me.

"har." she muses eyes dazing over. "we-we cant!" her dazed eyes suddenly open to their full capacity pushing herself out of my arms.

"god you're insufferable woman i swear it!" i groan closing my eyes and rubbing my palms over them.

"harry our friendship is very valuable to me! i cant lose it because we decided to -well what would happen tonight if i told you i also think you look good? hmm?"

"i dont know probably ask you on a date then." i shrug my shoulders, my heart pumping as she frowns at me.

"what if we don't click as well as we think we would? i value our friendship more than wanting to test out a theory that would not work out." she sighs her eyes glazing over with tears.

"bunny," i sigh grabbing ahold of her hands, "what would change? absolutely nothing- well okay maybe if we did go out the only thing that would change would be us holding hands, kissing and what not but we do everything else the same. shit people always ask if we're dating if it's their first time meeting us. but to hell with all that, i cant help how i feel for you bun. i've always been attracted to you from the day you opened the dorm room and probably till the foreseeable future. you may not want me to feel this way but you don't dictate my feelings."

i watch as a tear falls down her beautiful face, a frown tugs on my lips. she quickly wraps her arms around my neck before placing a kiss on the corner of my mouth. "you make it so hard not to feel the same way." she chuckles while pulling away and looking me in the eye.

my heart soars at her words, a smile breaks out on my face as well as hers and before i can stop myself i press my lips against hers. feeling to jittery to hold back, "let's go to our room bunny." i sigh as i pull away.

"not so fast styles, i do believe you're supposed to take me out on a date before taking me to bed." she teases booping my nose.

"of course bunny, we'll go on a date." i hum grabbing ahold of her hand and tugging her along with me, "hm lets see the only place open at three in the morning would have to be waffle house." i tease as she scrunches her nose.

"hell no." she shakes her head tugging me in the direction of our dorms, "you can just take me to brunch tomorrow."

"oh fuck," i groan as my vision blurs, i drop my head to the crease of her neck and let out a moan

i grasp [y/n's] plushy hips and thrust deeply into her. i furrow my brows as i move back and forth slowly, receiving a few gasp and moans - here and there - they're breathy and light. i grab her face placing my lips on hers swallowing her whines.

"oh harry!" she moans sinking her nails into my back, her back arching off the bed.

"you're fucking beautiful." i groan as i take a moment to study her. her eyes rolling back in pleasure, nose flaring up slightly, mouth agape as small whimpers and moans escape her mouth.

my eyes trail down to the movement of my hips, pushing into her. i love watching myself thrusting my cock in and out, the view turning me on too no end. "god bunny," i moaned as i brought my lips to her neck. one of my arms wrap around her waist, bringing her closer to me, needing to feel her closer. my hand trailing down her body, i rub tight circles around her clit.

"oh my god bunny, you're so intoxicating." i moan loudly as she whimpers, "oh bun, i'm almost there." i mumbled to her, before sucking lightly on the column of her neck, my grunts and the sound of our skin slapping fills the small room. [y/n] lets out a string of profanities, her lips pressed against my ear.

"oh fuck," was all that escapes my lips before i find my release, i dont stop moving in and out of her. "cmon love, cum for me, need you to cum" i gasp at the feeling of being overstimulated, i watch as her eyes roll to the back of her head and mouth gasps wide open. feeling her clench around me she lets out a broken sob before we both turn to mush.

collapsing on-top of her i take one last look at her, hair disheveled, red cheeks, some dry tears down her face, lips plump, and glowing like the goddamn goddess she is.

"you gonna be my girlfriend bunny?" i ask and she looks at me with a wide smile slowly nodding.

"yeah har." she giggles placing a kiss on my cheek. "cant wait to rub the fact that i have a boyfriend - that i got on my own might i add - in my mothers face."

"it'll just be the two of us." i smile at her, she gleams up at me nodding.

"yeah, just the two of us."

another dorm mate story💗💗

-all the love

em

xo🐝

[whitemancumslut]

VACATION IN ITALY

summary Harry and Y/n take the girls on a vacation to Italy!

introduction

maeve_styles

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maevefan1 YOUR HAIR !! IM SO JEALOUS

ynfan1 RIGHT ITS SO UGH!!

maevefan2 ugh your style

sadiesink_ BABE!!

maeve_styles 😇❤️

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harrysupdates Harry and his family have landed in Italy for a family vacation!😊🇮🇹

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harryfan1 OH MY GODDD

harryfan2 THE TOTE.

maevefan1 THIS EXPLAINS MAEVE’S POST!!

harryfan3 him and this clip own my heart

ynfan1 i agree

harryfan4 i agree as well

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harrysupdates NEW! Harry seen on a yacht in Italy!

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harryfan1 UGH HE LOOKS LIKE HE SMELLS LIKE MONEY

harryfan2 that’s my man

harryfan3 he’s such a dilf..

ynfan2 Oh, to be a nepo baby

harryfan4 this is too real

harryfan5 yes yes yes

ynfan3 why??

ynfan2 wym why? to be rich and go on yearly vacations like these

ynfan3 okay i agree

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harrysupdates NEW! Dadrry taking a photo of his daughters in Italy!😭❤️

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harryfan1 HES SUCH A DAD OH MY GOD

harryfan2 this is the most dad thing i’ve ever seen him do

harryfan3 i couldn’t agree more

harryfan4 MY DADRRY CONTENT IS HAPPENING NOBODY MOVE

harryfan5 our dadrry content is going to overload

harryfan6 dadrry owns my heart

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harrysupdates NEW! Harry and his family seen out in a restaurant in Italy!

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harryfan1 OKAYY FANCY

harryfan2 HE LOOKS SOOO GOOD😩😩😩

harryfan3 so obsessed with the hair

ynfan1 Italy fits them so well

ynfan2 I WAS SAYING THIS

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ashleighstyless leave it to us to have a photoshoot mid dinner. @/mirabellelee

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mirabellelee damn right

harryfan1 oh to be a twin

maeve_styles SO GORG !

maevefan1 my heart ☹️

maevefan2 wow my sisters don’t even speak to me

harryfan2 THIS IS SO CUTE

harryfan3 YOURE SO PRETTY!!!

ynfan1 AHH SO BEAUTIFUL WHATTT

ynfan2 IM SO JEALOUS I WANNA BE YOU SO BAD

mirabellelee

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mirabellelee 🇮🇹❤️

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ashleighstyless so hot fr

mirabellelee that’s you 🤞

harryfan1 😭😭I WANNA TWIN JUS TO SAY THIS

harryfan2 NO BECAUSE SAME

ynfan1 this is so 😭

ynfan2 You are so pretty 😭❤️

harryfan3 oh to look like u

maeve_styles angelface

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram 😇🇮🇹❤️

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ynfan1 MOMMY ????

ynfan2 this.

harryfan1 no literally— mommy.

harryfan2 Harry won

ynfan3 OKAYYY😍😍

florencepugh AWOOGAAAA😍😍😍😍😍

yourinstagram LOVE YOU MISS YOU

harryfan3 flo is us

harryfan4 flo is me i am flo we are one

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram Italy is treating me well❤️

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harrystyles 😍😍

harryfan1 STOP

harryfan2 I NEED THIS .

harryfan3 idk if i wanna be her or WITH HER

ynfan1 only way to put it

ynfan2 so obsessed with you

ashleighstyless

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ashleighstyless Io amo l'Italia❤️

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maeve_styles 😍😍 my bilingual sista 😊😊

ashleighstyless leave me aloneee😭😭😭

harryfan1 THE BRAIDS OH MA GAWDDD

harryfan2 THIS IS ITALY?? OH MY GOSHH

ynfan1 yeah but they’re in the fancy part. trust me it’s not beautiful everywhere

harryfan3 yeah it’s pretty here but not as pretty as it looks

harryfan4 😦😦so pretty

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ashleighstyless photos creds

maeve_styles no caption is wild

mirabellelee actually leave me alone 😭

harryfan1 OMG😭😭

harryfan2 i wish my sisters were like this fr😭😭

harryfan3 THE HAIR??😩😩

ynfan1 RIGHHHTTTT

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maeve_styles i love it here in 🇮🇹

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ynfan1 i wanna look like u

harryfan1 MY GAWDDDDD

harryfan2 nah like how are you so pretty

ynfan2 LITERALLY!

ynfan3 NO SERIOUSLY HOW

harryfan3 do y’all see her parents ???

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harrysupdates NEW! Harry in Italy walking with the family.

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harryfan1 he is such a dad😩😩

harryfan2 i NEED that tote

harryfan3 NO LITERALLY ITS SO EXPENSIVE THO

harryfan4 he deserves my money

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harrysupdates Harry out for dinner with his family in Italy again recently!

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harryfan1 THE FIT !!

harryfan2 RIGHT!! THE JACKET

harryfan3 I LITERALLY LIVE HERE AND I HAVENT RAN INTO THEM ONCE

harryfan4 i would cry. especially they have been walking around italy for days

ynfan1 well don’t TRY and run into them…

harryfan5 i agree makes yall seem stalkerish

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mirastyy selfie from dinner 😊

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stylesleigh awooga fr

friend1 so prettyy!!!!

friend2 you’re so babe fr

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harryfan1 MY HEARTT

harryfan2 I love his dad post

ynfan1 OH MY GOSHHH THEYRE SO BEAUTIFUL

harryfan3 DADRRYYYY

harryfan4 SELFIE HARRY I BEG

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harrysupdates Harry and his family lands back in L.A after their vacation in Italy!

[sooverwhitesandpinks]

Wish You Were Sober Part 2

fbh x bestfriend!reader Warnings: hurt/comfort, none really, fem reader

Part 1

You hadn't seen Harry since Friday night, and you would call it a testament to your avoiding capabilities. He texted you Saturday afternoon when he woke up. You knew he probably wouldn't remember the conversation from the night before, but you found yourself hoping he did anyway.

H☀️: breakfast?

You quickly typed an excuse about having to work on some huge project that didn't actually exist. Sunday went similarly, Harry texted you a few times asking you to take a break from your work and hang out, you reluctantly declined each time.

"He's relentless," you groaned, staring at the messages Harry had sent you so far. He'd gotten into the habit of sending you funny pictures and his random thoughts throughout the day.

"Well it's not like you're ghosting a Tinder date. You guys are best friends. You've seen him at least once a day for the past three months," Gianna reasoned, looking up from her laptop.

"But I've been short with him for days now," you told her, falling backward onto your mattress.

"I think you should just talk to him," she shrugged.

"Or I could just avoid him," you suggest, running a hand down your face.

"Until May? It's only October," she said, still typing away. You rolled onto your side to face her half of the room.

"I've avoided him for this long," you replied.

"Babe, it's Wednesday," she laughed. You groaned just as your phone dinged again. You glanced down to see another message from Harry, this time inviting you to a party Friday night.

"He just invited me to another party Friday," you announced.

"Tell him no," Gianna urged. You sighed before typing a response.

probably not this time sorry.

Only a few seconds passed before your phone dinged again.

H☀️: Are you avoiding me?

"Gianna, he just asked if I'm avoiding him," you looked up at your roommate.

"You should say yes," she laughed.

"This is serious, what do I tell him?" You shrieked.

"I don't know, I don't have a handbook on how to avoid your best friend," she responded.

"I'm just gonna ignore it, I'll answer him later," you turned your phone off.

Almost immediately, four sharp knocks rang through the room. You looked up at Gianna with furrowed brows. She hopped down from her bed and approached the door. She ducked down to look through the peephole.

"It's Harry," she whispered.

"I'm not here," you whispered back. She rolled her eyes before she opened the door just far enough so that he wouldn't be able to peek in.

"Hey, Harry, she's not here," Gianna greeted.

"Is she avoiding me?" He asked. You felt a tug at your heart strings, the poor kid sounded confused. You knew it was wrong to leave him in the dark, but you couldn't keep putting yourself in that situation.

"I think you should talk to her about it," Gianna answered after a beat of silence.

"It's kinda hard if she won't speak to me. I haven't seen her all week and she's barely answering my messages," he replied. You watched as your roommate adjusted her posture.

"Honestly, Harry, it's not my place to tell you. I do think she should talk to you, but I understand why she isn't," she told him.

"Fuck, okay. Do you know where she is?" He questioned.

"Not right now, she left a few hours ago," Gianna lied smoothly, or it would've been smoothly had your phone not dinged loudly again. You quickly turned the volume down.

"Is she in there?" He asked, you cursed silently before throwing a blanket over you face and body.

"No, that was mine," Gianna lied, less smoothly this time. You froze when you heard the door open further and Harry's footsteps as he neared your bed.

You closed your eyes tightly just before he grabbed the corner of the blanket, slowly peeling it back.

"Really?" He finally spoke. You forced your eyes open, not ready to face the consequences of your actions. It didn’t help that he looked so good, he was in one of his black hoodies. The hood was pulled over a hat that his curls were spilling out of on the sides.

"I'm actually doing homework in here, so take that shit to your room," Gianna stated as she hopped back up onto her bed.

You sat up, flipping your legs off the side of the bed. Harry held his hand out to help you down, you hated him for being so considerate when you're supposed to be upset with him. Down from the bed, you shoved your feet into your slippers, glaring at your roommate.

The short walk down the hall to Harry's room was silent, but not awkward. Even in the middle of whatever this is, he still made you so feel so comfortable in his presence. You hated that he was personified sunlight.

You stood behind him as he unlocked his room, his roommate out like always. He held the door open as you ducked under his arm, you walked to his bed and sat down on the edge. He followed you in, taking a seat in his desk chair a few feet in front of you.

"Um. I'm sorry for avoiding you, that wasn't fair," you started.

"Why did you?" He asked, eyes trained on your face while you looked anywhere but at him.

"Because I need to distance myself from you," you shrugged, looking down at your hands. You were already struggling not to breakdown and apologize. You had to hold your ground.

"Why? You're my best friend, y'know. You didn't think ghosting me would actually work, did you?" He asked, sounding frustrated.

"I don't know," you finally looked at him as you tried to find a way to explain without having to tell him how you feel. "I just, I'm tired of going out every weekend and dragging you back here drunk out of your mind."

"You ignored me because you don't like taking care of me when I'm drunk? That's bullshit. I can think of like a million ways to work around that," his brows furrowed.

"No, that's not- Harry I don't mind taking care of you," you responded. You knew you weren't making any sense and you felt guilty for clearly upsetting him. It was hard to explain what you meant.

"Then what is it? I need a real reason. You don't just get to ignore me all week with no valid explanation," he said.

"It's not you drinking, Harry, I don't care about that. It's all the other stuff," you tried to explain. You were growing more upset about your own inability to communicate. It would be so much simpler to just tell him how you feel.

"Hey," he said, scooting his chair closer until you were knee to knee. "Did I do or say something Friday night? I don't remember much after leaving the party, just bits and pieces of the walk back.

"You tried to get me to have sex with you," you admitted.

"I did? Jesus Christ," he breathed. "I'm sorry, you don't deserve that."

"It's fine. Well, it's not fine, but I'm used to it," you said, backtracking when you found yourself excusing his actions.

"You're used to it?" He asked. You cursed yourself internally, dropping your head into your hands.

"No, I didn't mean to say that," you shook your head, still face down in your palm.

"Please explain."

You hesitated before answering, praying this conversation would be over. You felt Harry's hand tugging at your wrist, forcing you to look at him.

"That's not the first time it's happened. But it's okay, you were drunk and you never tried to force me or anything. It's really only an issue 'cause I'm-" you stopped yourself.

"'Cause you're what?" He asked, his chest rising a little faster as his breaths quickened. You paused. Fuck it. No way we're going back now.

"I'm tired of you playing with my feelings," You finally admitted. "I know you aren't doing it on purpose. You're a touchy friend and I love that about you, but I fell for it, so now it's just really hard to watch you gallivant with a new girl every weekend. And I feel bad for ignoring you, Harry, really I do. But it hurts that you only think of me in that way when you're too hammered to find anyone else and I can't keep signing myself up for it every weekend."

You finished your worked up confession just as you felt tears start pooling in your waterline. You wanted to hide in your hands again, but Harry still had a hold on your wrist. You tried blinking them away as you turned your gaze to him. He looked like he was still processing everything you said.

"You fell for it?" He finally spoke. You shrugged at him, not sure what to say. "What do you mean?"

"Oh my- Harry. I love you a lot, and not in a friend way. Like I'm in love with you. I'm sorry. All your charming bullshit worked on me," you laid it all out.

"You love me?" He asked, seemingly still processing. He moved from the chair, sitting down on the bed beside you.

"It's kinda hard not to. You've treated me like a girlfriend for months, and I was okay to be that for you. I'm fine with constantly hanging out and cuddling and watching movies and whatnot," you took a second to breathe. "But then we go out and I see you with all of these girls and it hurts that you only think of me that way when you're drunk."

You finished rambling, leaving the room eerily quiet. You felt a few tears start to fall, glad that Harry moved and was no longer facing you. He didn't talk for a second, the first sound to break the silence was a sniffle from you. Harry's arm looped around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest. That was all it took for your restraint to exit the room and your tears to fall faster. You let yourself be comforted by the only person that could make you feel better, ironically the same person that hurt you.

He leaned backward slowly, the two of you falling into his bed. You laid against his side, one of his arms wrapping loosely around you while the other ran through his hair.

"You're right. It's not fair to you," he finally spoke, pulling you in tighter. He let you cry for awhile, just holding you.

"I'm sorry," you apologized, though the sound was slightly muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

"It's not your fault,” he hummed. “You were wrong though, I'm not a flirty friend.”

"Yeah, right," you scoffed. You looked up at him, his eyes already set on you.

"I'm serious, I've only ever been that way with you. You're making me realize that I've been playing with your feelings for while."

"You weren't doing it on purpose," you sighed, sniffling as your tears slowed.

"Not deliberately no. But I think I was doing it on purpose, in a way," he said.

"What do you mean?" You asked, confusedly. You sat up slightly, resting on your elbow. You looked down at him, his head against a pillow.

"I think I was too scared to think about how madly in love with you I am so I kept you close without admitting it," he explained, sounding like he was still sorting through his thoughts.

"You don't love me, Harry. Don't say that so I keep following you around forever, I can't do it," you shook your head.

"I'm serious," he said, looking you in the eye. "I know this is coming at a bad time."

"Then what was the point of a different sorority girl every week?" You asked.

"Distraction, maybe? I don't know. I only ever went home with you though," Harry shrugged.

"You gotta understand why I'm finding this hard to believe," you said.

"I get it. I didn't really start to realize it until you weren't around. We spend a lot of time together," he smiled softly at you. You cursed yourself when you felt your heart melt at the sight of him.

"Are you sure, H? Don't say shit like that just to say it. I'm trying really hard to be vulnerable right now," you shook your head at him. He mirrored your actions, adjusting himself so he could slide his hands up to your cheeks.

"I'm one hundred percent sure that I'm just as in love with you as you are with me," he gently moved your head while he spoke. A hesitant smile spread across your face as you looked at him. He seemed just as genuine as he always did.

"Okay," you replied simply, nodding as best as you could with Harry's hold on your face.

"Okay," he nodded back with a grin, pushing your cheeks together. He tugged your face down slowly. Your eyes closed as his lips met your pouted ones. You pulled away slightly, your hand coming to rest on his chest.

"Why didn't you say any of that before I started crying?"

"You just looked so pretty," he answered with another dimply grin.

Masterlist

Thanks so much for the support on Part 1!!! 🫶🫶🫶

[avatar-anna]

ik this is super vague but could u write something w a black!reader? love ur writing ❣️❣️❣️

Good in Bed

kinda mean harry, but this was fun to write! hope you like it!

We don’t know how to talk, but damn we know how to fuck.

“God, one date! I just want one date!” 

“Y/n, we hang out like every day,” Harry said.

“To hook up or watch you work on one of your stupid projects, or be in one of your stupid projects,” you said.

“I never promised dates when we started seeing each other. We agreed on just hooking up!”

“God, you’re infuriating!” you cried, doing your very best to not tug at your hair. You hated that he had this much of an effect on you. Harry was right, this started out as just hooking up, but it became more, and you knew he knew that. 

“You’re exquisite,” he murmured, brushing his lips across your neck. “I don’t think I’ve met anyone so beautiful. I’m blown away every time I look at you.”

You gripped his hair and tilted your head to the side to give him better access. “You mean that?”

“With my whole being. Please let me paint you.”

“I don’t—”

“Shh. I promise it’ll be worth it,” he said.

Harry was close enough to kiss, close enough to push all the way in, but he didn’t. It made you squirm a little. “Harry, please—”

“Say yes. Say yes first.”

He was so close you could taste it. It made you almost desperate enough to agree. But, “That changes things. We—We would be more—”

“Whatever you want, petal. You can have me however you like.”

“You just said all that shit, didn’t you?” you said now, feeling like an idiot. How could you be so stupid? “Empty words all so you could paint me and stick it in while you're at it.”

“Why are you trying to ruin what we have going on here? I thought you liked our arrangement.”

You did, and perhaps it made you selfish, but now you wanted more. “I don’t know.”

Harry stepped towards you, and you let him, let him tip your chin up to meet his gaze. “We make each other feel good, yes?” You shrugged and mumbled some kind of assent. But that wasn’t good enough for him. He squeezed gently on your chin. “Do I not? You don’t sound sure.”

He was such a cocky asshole. He knew you liked him, liked what he did to you, and now he’d turned this argument into some kind of game. But no matter how good he made you feel, you were still mad, still wanted to argue. So you just shrugged.

“Do I need to remind you? Is that why you started this argument in the first place?” he asked.

Another shrug.

“I’m not going to take you on a date. If that’s what you want, I would seek elsewhere,” he said, lips grazing your cheekbone. “But perhaps I should show you just how crazy you drive me.”

He leaned in, and you kind of hated yourself for it, but you let him kiss you. You practically melted underneath him, sighing even as he only sucked on your bottom lip and left you craving more. Harry’s hands moved down past your waist, squeezing appreciatively until your legs were wrapped around his waist.

You hardly noticed as he moved through his apartment until he sat down, you with him, on a stool.

His studio, you realized. A room you were familiar with, having spent many a modeling session in here. You’d never seen any of Harry’s pieces, though. He was always so secretive about them. Until now.

Your breath hitched, and not just because Harry was nuzzling the sensitive skin at the base of your neck. The painting in front of you was beautiful. Harry caught your likeness perfectly, and yet you looked more ethereal, the white of the slip dress you’d worn looking iridescent.

“Is a boyfriend gonna honor your body this way, huh? Your beauty?”

Harry began unbuttoning your jeans as he muttered in your ear, taking the shell of it between his teeth. Your whole body felt electric with every touch Harry gave you, so much so you’d almost gotten lost in it. Almost.

“It’s not enough. I want to go out, not stay—stay cooped up in your studio all the time.” Getting the words out was hard as Harry kept touching, kept kissing, but you needed to say it. No matter how good he may have made you feel, you still wanted a relationship. And maybe that didn’t align with what he wanted, but that just meant you had to move on. 

If only getting up was that easy.

“I see. You don’t want to go on dates,” he said, making you gasp as his fingers began to move. “You want to be shown off. You want everyone to know I’m yours.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” you spat, even if they sparked something in your belly. He was twisting your words around, and yet you still wouldn’t stand up. It just felt too good.

“I told you. I’m not going to hold your hand across a dinner table or share popcorn with you at the movies. Go find some boring idiot if that’s what you want. If you want your face hung up in a gallery and have people know just how beautiful you are to me, then stay, but I’m not gonna beg.”

He was acting tough, but you could feel him straining against his trousers. This wasn’t one sided, you made his heart pound as much as he made yours, he was just too stubborn to admit it.

When you didn’t say anything, Harry began to remove his hand, but you quickly put your hand on his wrist, keeping him right where he was.

“No? Finally seeing sense?”

“You’re an ass,” you said, but slouched against him further.

His lips were on your jaw, but you could hardly feel them, could hardly feel anything but his hand moving beneath yours. “Heard that before.”

His free hand snuck under your shirt, tracing patterns in your skin as they moved up your stomach toward your chest. “I’m better—fuck—better off without you.”

Harry chuckled before nipping at your jaw and soothing the spot with his tongue. “Oh yeah?”

“I’m not playing these games with you anymore. I—I know what I want. This is the last time.”

“Heard that before too,” he said before ripping his hands away without any warning.

You let out a broken cry, but the tips of Harry’s fingers were on your mouth, dipping inside and shutting you up before you could speak. He raised a brow at you, that smug, condescending smirk on his face that drove you insane.

“Better make it count then, shouldn’t I? Gotta make you miss me.”

Whimpering around his fingers, you held on tight as he picked you up again, presumably to take you to bed. Harry set you down irreverently, his movements languid as he removed his clothes and joined you on top of his sheets.

A complete and utter tease, that’s what he was. Everything he did was to bring you to the brink, but never quite getting you there—touches that lacked the right amount of pressure, kisses and bites that just missed your most sensitive spots, hands that massaged around the places you needed him most.

Harry wanted you to be the one to pull him closer, to push him in the right direction, to finally give in. You were holding out, but you could only wait so long before you combusted.

In a fit of frustration, you swiveled until you were on top of him, legs on either side of his waist.

His grin was crooked as he took you in, from your head all the way to where your skin met his. “A shame this is the last time,” he said, resting his hands on either side of your hips. “I would’ve liked to paint you just like this. Guess I’ll just have to find someone el—”

In one fluid movement, you shut him up, rocking your hips back and forth in a way that had him closing his eyes. “Shut up. Don’t ruin this for me.”

Harry peeked an eye open, a grin that screamed pleasure on his face. He took a coil of your hair and twirled it around his finger and admired it. “Go on then.”

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Yeah…that wasn’t going to be the last time.

[adoreyouusugar]

I need some Harry Styles x black reader fics stat! I’m seeing ones from 2016 and 2018 I need some right now 😀 please if y’all know any let me know

[yongbokology]

pairings; paris fashion week!taehyung x poc!reader warnings; descriptions of a wet dream, taehyung thinks he has a boot licking fetish bcuz of you :3

“She (she) She lives in daydreams with me (she) She's the first one that I see And I don't know why I don't know who she is (she, she)”

by harry styles.

it was his third day in the beautiful city of france. taehyung always loved paris, it was one of his all time favorite travel destinations. he felt something in paris that he didn’t feel back home; freedom. in paris taehyung felt like a different person but in the best way possible. he spent the first two days exploring the city with his camera, he went to a cafe and tried pastries with his friends, went wine tasting with lisa and dined at a fancy restaurant. the hiatus was treating him well to say the least. he was catching up and spending time with people he haven’t seen in a minute all while in paris. today, however, was different. taehyung was alone. he ventured out into the city to find his monthly book read. he walked and walked until he found a small bookstore deep into the city. it was a small mom & pop shop. places like these had a special place in taehyung’s heart.

he closed his umbrella, discarding it in the umbrella rack. he managed to come out of the rain, his louis vuitton dress shirt and pants unscathed. taehyung’s eyes on the elderly man behind the counter, he offers taehyung a smile turning his soft browns into small crescents to which taehyung accepts with his boxy smile. the man goes back to tending to the crate of books on the register. he furthers into the store, he browses through shelves and sections, glazing his eyes over the various genres and authors. he’s not looking for anything specifically. just for something to pique his interest. the soft classical music coming from the small speaker in the center of the ceiling calms him from the frantic scene he escaped outside.

ever since the hiatus taehyung took his interest in reading more seriously since he had ample downtime. taehyung’s favorite genre was probably fiction, non-fiction coming in a close second since he enjoyed reading autobiographies and things pertaining to art. he finds himself stopping in the fiction section. no surprise there. one book stood out to him on the old, wooden shelf. it was a black leather cover with golden embroidery, the author’s name being one he was familiar with. he took his hand out of his pocket and reached for the book, his head whipping towards the sound of the wind chimes singing a tune as someone walked through the door.

he couldn’t see properly because of the other shelves blocking his line of sight. he shifted his attention back to the book, picking it up from the shelf, running his fingers over the golden writing. as he began to flip through the pages he paused once he heard the voice that belonged to whoever just walked in. the voice was feminine and for whatever reason it made taehyung’s body stiff. as he began to wonder who the voice belonged to, the hairs on the back of his neck raised as a laugh belonging to the voice echoed through the store.

he couldn’t figure out which was weirder. being weirdly drawn to a stranger’s voice or getting goosebumps from a stranger’s laugh. he wondered what the joke was, what did the old man at the register say for this person to release such a sound that felt pleasant on taehyung’s ears.

a “thank you.” was heard followed by soft carpeted foot steps. judging the sound pattern against the green triexta carpet, you were wearing your heels. he wondered what brand did the heels belong to? what did they look like? his questions would be abruptly answered as you whipped around the corner of the shelf he was in front of.

not expecting anyone else to be in the store you were frightened as you collided with someone. you looked up to come face to face with who you had the pleasure of bumping into. the beating of your heart picked up as dark brown irises stared back at you, dark locs falling perfectly in front of them. you realized there was weight around both you arms, your eyes trailing down to see firm hands holding your arms in place. you swallow thickly and once taehyung realizes he’s holding onto you he immediately lets go of you. his eyes stayed plastered on your face, taking in everything. everything. you weren’t like anything taehyung’s ever seen. his throat suddenly felt dry. you were beautiful. he doesn’t think there are any words that currently exist to describe you, beautiful was just an understatement to him.

“i’m so sorry-” you began but taehyung shakes his head.

“no worries.” he sounds breathless, like he’d just ran a marathon.

it took taehyung a moment to realize he just dropped the book he picked from the shelf. following his gaze you were quick to pick it up before he could protest. turning the book on it’s back to get a look at what this handsome stranger was interested in, you didn’t know what you were expecting but it certainly wasn’t edgar allen poe.

“edgar allen poe?”

taehyung nodded wordlessly. his eyes never leaving yours as you handed the book back to him.

“mmm. maybe i’m terrible at reading people but you don’t seem like the dark and mysterious type.”

“really?” taehyung could, can and would be anything you want him to be. he didn’t care. if you were into dark and mysterious he could be just that, no questions asked.

“mhm.” you smile. god taehyung could just fall to his knees and kiss your shoes. they look expensive, the way the dull light from the store reflects off the suede material told him enough. they were probably jimmy choos. you were making taehyung question if he had a boot licking fetish.

“how would you categorize me then?” he finally asks, his eyes traveling up your figure. the black bodycon dress leaving little room for imagination as it hugged you perfectly.

you open your mouth to answer but nothing comes out as one of your guards meets you and taehyung at the aisle. taehyung watches as the significantly taller male whispers something into your ear only for you to hear. you give a slight nod and meet taehyung’s gaze briefly before you start to walk away.

“you should totally get that book.” you say as you’re making your way towards the front of the store.

taehyung blinks a few times before actually registering that your little encounter was being cut short. it takes a few seconds for taehyung’s legs to kick into gear and walk after you but as he takes his first few steps you’re already through the door. he’s speed walking now, making his way to the front door, swinging it open so swiftly the windchimes sing a loud tune. you’re already stepping into a black suv, the male who whisked you away from him, closing the door behind you and getting himself in the passenger side. the car rushing down the slippery, rain soaked street.

taehyung feels a heavy feeling on his shoulders as he watches your car make a right turn, disappearing down the next block. a small sigh leaves his lips as he retreats back inside the store. the elderly man giving him a knowing look. he could only chuckle, making his way towards the register, placing his book down on the counter.

“just this please.”

taehyung feels shameful when he wakes up in a cold sweat the next morning. he thought about you all day yesterday. from the moment you left to the moment he laid his head to rest on his plush hotel pillow. even in his dreams, all he saw was you. laid out, body contorting in various positions from his ministrations, lewd sounds tumbling out of your soft lips as he fucked you into his mattress.

the chance of seeing you before he leaves for korea tomorrow was pretty slim but he had a small bit of hope that just by some fucking miracle he would be able to see you again and this time he was going make sure that you wouldn’t be just a memory.

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“god, i’m so nervous.” lisa sighs as she fixes her hair for the upteenth time whilst looking into the front camera of her phone.

bogum rests a hand on her shoulder, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “lisa. you look fine, taehyung and i wouldn’t lie to you.”

she shuts her phone off, dropping it in her lap before exchanging glances with both men. “i’m sorry.. i’m just anxious.”

the car comes to a stop and soon the screams and cheering of those outside suddenly becomes louder. “told you. should’ve sipped a bit before we left.”

lisa sends a glare at taehyung but whips her head to the sound of the door opening. the cheering becomes deafening and flash lights consume them the moment the door flies open. bogum is the first to step out, he smoothes out his suit before extending a hand, offering it to lisa to which she accepts as she exits the car. taehyung follows right behind her and walks with them and the guards surrounding them.

taehyung smiles as he sees the faces of fans cheering for them, he can’t help but laugh at the ear bleeding screams of his name. taehyung takes in the venue of where the fashion week show is being held as he continues to walk. he tries to avert his eyes from the flashing lights whilst trying to look like a deer caught in headlights. he feels a wave of relief when they get close towards the entrance where there are slightly fewer cameras.

he leans against the railing, posing for a few pictures with lisa and bogum. as the two of them start to converse with one another he lets his eyes wander his surroundings. his eyes continue to skim over the crowds of people merging with them but he feels someone bump into him.

“i’m very sorry.” the voice sounded familiar and as soon as his eyes avert to see who bumped into him he suddenly feels his heart stop for a brief moment as his eyes meet a familiar figure. taehyung feels his hairs standing on the back of his neck. the lips, eyes and those legs. the same legs taehyung dreamed about having wrapped around his head. suddenly, everything around him became a blur as you were the only thing in his clear line of sight. the pretty silver, sequined mini dress you were wearing complimenting your skin. your hair a little bit over the shoulders, a silver leafed headpiece adorning the top of your head. you were just as breathtaking as when he first saw you. you were walking with haste in a rush to get inside, so much so that you didn’t give it a second thought to actually take a look at the person you bumped into.

the thrumming of his blood filled his ears as he found himself already making his way over to you, picking up on bogum and lisa’s confused mutters. as he eased himself through the crowd and security, the closer he was getting to you. feeling eyes burning into your back, you look over your shoulder, finally, finally meeting his gaze, watching him inch closer and closer to your direction. your eyes grow wide when taehyung is suavely weaving through your security without detection with all the commotion going on outside the venue. you stop just a few feet away from the entrance, lifting your hand at the protests of your guards as taehyung is now standing in front of you. face to face, just inches apart, the starry look in your eyes as you look up at him. he was beautiful, you wondered why he was an attendee at the event and not a model on the runway. the way his soft, fluffy locs fell elegantly in front of his face was a perfect contrast to the black outfit and vibrant red leather jacket, adorning his tall frame.

“hi.” you sound breathless, your chest rising and falling irregularly at the sudden close proximity between you two.

your voice causes his chest to flutter and when taehyung grasps both of your hands, rubbing his thumbs over your soft knuckles, he smiles. the dawning feeling of you being just a memory no longer present.

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