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Fallen For You |H.S AU

Fallen For You | Masterlist (I'll try and put them all under the #fallenforyoubybrit tag)

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Cover + edit made by me. Instagram watermark is my Demi Lovato edit account - I might open a Harry account but that's TBD right now

Description:

"Welcome to Fallen Ranch!" "Oh, I thought it was fall in. Like fallin' a part" Harry Styles was Boston Creek's must have rancher. He was hard to come by, hard to accommodate to, and a pain in everyone's ass; but he did a damn good job, which made him become very desirable. Everyone wanted him, and if you had him, you had to make sure you could afford to keep him. Not only was his pay out of this world, but he also requested room & board, including meals, a truck to get to town and at least one day off a week. If you wanted your chance at Harry Styles being your Rancher, there was absolutely no wiggle room for discussion. Delaney knew how much of a pain in the ass Harry Styles was. She grew up hearing the stories ever since he moved into town. "He's disrespectful", "He thinks his way is the right way" and the worst of them all? He didn't like dogs; but even with all of the bad mouthing the town has said about him, she couldn't help but notice his dreamy eyes and glistening muscles as he worked in the sun. The moment she found out her father had landed the Harry Styles, she was terrified. Her family couldn't afford her to make a fool of herself. If she wanted to keep Harry and everything that came with him, she needed to seal her heart up and throw away the key... right?

This is my warnings from my Welcome page on Wattpad before you read; the casting + their photos need to be viewed through Wattpad due to me passing Tumblr's photo limit per post.

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Hello! Welcome to my new Harry Styles fanfic! - this is my first time writing a Harry fanfic since 2016, so honestly wish us all luck lol

This story will contain smut! - if you're uncomfortable with that, there will be warnings at the start of each chapter. 

I'm pretty warning heavy if needed, so if anything comes up that I'm aware of being triggering, I will put a disclaimer - if you find anything that I missed that should be a warning, feel free to comment! - I won't put a warning for "fat" comments due to they're not meant to come across has harmful or hateful - Delaney is plus sized and she is aware of that. Jokes get made, insecurities are shown but none of it is supposed to come across in a negative way. If those things are triggering, it should be very sparse due to I'm trying to write a confident plus sized character! 

Comment's Harry makes are never intended to be hurtful! He comes from a good place, it just all comes out wrong! <3

For those who came from the dadrry tag - it isn't immediate, but it's there!

This story contains lbgtqia characters, POC characters & plus sized characters - hate speech is not allowed, your comments will be deleted and you will be blocked. This story is a safe + loving environment for all! 

This story contains swearing! (I can't help myself I'm sorry lol)

Last prewarning, I write slow burn! - they will not be dating immediately nor having sex right away! I like writing the build up and edging in my writing, if that is something that bothers you, this book probably isn't for you! - Because it is forced proximity, they are always together and it doesn't take a million years lol they just won't be together by the 5th chapter unlike other books.

Tropes:

Rancher!Harryxplussized!OC ??

Grumpyxsunshine 

dadrry/grandparry 👀 - Harry is only 28/29! You'll understand later lol

Forced Proximity 

She falls first x he falls harder

The most important for anyone who doesn't want to see the full cast, is our MC (Main Character)

Here is Delaney! Also known as "Lane/Laney" by close friends + family

Chapter One

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Downhill (Harry AU Fanfiction) - Chapter Four: Breakout (on Wattpad) *Ellie's POV*

We pulled up to the curb in front of the police station. 

"I'll call you when I need a lift back to the flat," I said, getting out of the car."Just go," Jason said. He's so moody."Bye!" I say singsongingly as I shut my door and jogged toward the entrance. 

I heard the sound of burning rubber behind me, show off.

I flung open the front door and saw an officer sitting at the front desk. "Hi, is there a man by the name of Harry here?""Yeah... Just got here 'bout 30 minutes ago. Are you a sibling or what?" What was I exactly?

"A close friend." I lied. This wasn't the first time I'd fibbed to a police officer, and it wouldn't be the last.

"Come with me." He led me down a hallway to a room with a sign above the door that read, "Holding Cell." That sounds pleasant.

He unlocked the door, and I scanned the room for Harry. Ugh. It smells so gross in here, like a mixture of rotten milk and BO.

I spotted him curled up on a bench towards the corner of the room. His beauty shone like a lighthouse across this disgusting shithole of a room.

I glanced down at his giant hands. All I could do was think about the feeling of his hands on my body and how I wanted them to touch me again.

The officer opened the door and told me I had five minutes, so I quickly scurried across the room, being careful not to touch anything... or anyone for that matter.

I sat next to him on the bench and stared at him for a couple of seconds. He was so ruggedly handsome and so so so tall.

I wanted to climb his chiseled body like a wild monkey climbing a tree in the Amazon rainforest.

I tapped his shoulder, "Harry..." He didn't move. My stomach flipped at the thought of him being dead. I shook him, "Harrrryyyy. Come on now."His eyes blinked open, and he jumped backward, almost falling off the bench. "What the- wait, why are you here? You shouldn't have followed me here."

"Harry... listen. I need to fess up for stealing that dress... I can't keep letting you take the blame."He looked at me coldly, "I don't even know what your name is or your story or anything." He was clearly flustered and still had that deep, groggy morning voice. 

God, he was attractive.

"I'm Ellie, and that's all you need to know. Now, c'mon, let's get you out of here." He took my hand, which kinda surprised me.

"Well, Ellie. I think you might be a little bit of an idiot because getting caught stealing a dress is a crime, and somebody's gotta do the time."

"I woulda bloody gotten away with it if you didn't start chasing after me!" I shouted with fury. This apparently stirred up some commotion because all the prisoners looked over at us."All this is over some stupid dress; you should really learn some manners, young lady," he said as I gave him the stink eye.

I wanted to be mad at him but every time he looks at me with those eyes I get butterflies, and I have the sudden urge to smile.

"Ohh, right, because you are just Mr. Perfect... it's not like you have a squeaky clean track record either." 

He looked up at me with guilty eyes, "What the hell are you talking about? You don't even know me."

I heard the door creak open, and the guard stepped in. "Ok, you two. Your five minutes is up."I started to stand up and walk to the door, but then Harry grabbed my wrist.

"Wait, don't leave me. Not yet."

AN: Do you like Ellie as a person? How about Harry? More to come soon, so be sure and follow me for more updates.

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I’ve been obsessed with reading Harry one shots and fics for years now that I’ve decided 2023 is going to be the year I make a proper comeback at writing some myself! 🤎

I’d love to read some suggestions on one shots you’d like to read (smut or fluff) to get me started on my new writing journey! I cannot wait to entertain you all 😊

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Need Yeh, Love (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/BZxnHl6eGV

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First Piece 💖

Harry told you that you were pretty, but he never told you like this.

It was prom night, and he was taking you along with him in his expensive car. His black and white suit and dark red bow tie complemented your maroon gown. It had long sleeves, and a low-cut front. You wore black flats on your feet because you wanted to play it safe and have the best night possible.

Harry's pink lips part from each other, and his soothing voice spills out from in between them.

"You look stunning, y/n."

"Thank you, Harry. You look handsome yourself."

You grew up around him, but you never really talked to each other until this school year. Maybe it was because it was your last year together and he knew that you wouldn't see each other after these ten months.

He doesn't seem to feel this way, and he doesn't even give off that vibe. However, you overthink everything, and simply don't believe people when they tell you they want to be with you or that they want to be more to you. You haven't told him you felt this way, only one of your friends know how you think. You two have been dating for two months now, but you are still afraid that you will scare him off.

You adore him, and at this point, you can't imagine being without him. It hasn't been long since you got together, but you fell for him so quickly, and he acts like he did the same in return.

When you lift your blue eyes to look into his green, his appear lighter than normal, suggesting happiness and appreciate him.

Your mother insists pictures prior to the event, so Harry takes it as his time to put the corsage on your wrist. He focuses, not really knowing what he's doing, but you tell him to fake it for the pictures, and that once your mother was done being gushy, you will help him.

After what seems to be forever, it's time to head out the door to his car, and he drives slower than he does when he's alone to keep you safe. He sings you songs while he drives down the street, and he reaches for your hand.

"Would you hold my hand, y/n?"

You smile, and place your hand over his large one. His fingers intertwine themselves with yours, and your thumb lightly rubs against his skin, soothing whatever thoughts are flooding his brain at the moment.

When you arrive at the hotel, he sighs, and smiles big after looking at you. He helped you pick out the color of your gown, and he was eager to see you in it. Harry believed that maroon was certainly your color.

When you walk to the prom ticket collector, you hold hands, but have to separate when they ask for your tickets. You hand them over with no issue, but impatiently due to the chilly weather.

Once you are inside, you greet your friends, and gather plates of food. You decide not to fill up just now because you think you will feel uncomfortable for the rest of the night, but Harry takes the opportunity to his advantage. His plate is covered from one edge to the other, and the food is piled on top of itself. You have no idea how he can eat that much, never mind how he keeps his body in the shape that it is.

After about an hour of eating and mingling with the rest of your table, most people have contaminated the room, not leaving much space for anyone extra. The dancing section takes up a lot of the room, and people have already began putting it to use.

You stand up, and ask Harry to take your hand, and he insists that he leads you to the dance area, as it makes him feel more elegant. You giggle at him, but you quickly begin dancing comfortably as you socialize with him and the friends who have joined the two of you.

He whispers things in your ear, and you can’t help but blush. He is sweet; incredibly sweet.

After a while of dancing, Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur comes on, and you can’t help but slow dance with Harry. He holds you close, and your head rests on his rest, causing you to shut your eyes and absorb the lyrics and moment. He steps softly and at a solid pace, which you mentally thank him for.

At this moment, it feels like you two are alone, and all you seem to want to do is remain like this forever. He brings you happiness and comfort, and it is so relieving for you to be with someone who gives you a peace of mind.

The guy you previously dated didn’t fit you well. Actually, he didn’t really fit anyone well. You didn’t feel like you were dating most of the time, and at some points, you felt that you shouldn’t have been. He wasn’t a bad guy, he just wasn’t a perfect match.

Although Harry is different.

And you are so beyond grateful that he is.

When the song ends, you to seal the moment with a soft kiss on the lips, and calmly walk back to your original seats. The two of you are in a total relaxation and happy state, that anything one of you says can be held to them, as it’s definitely true.

And during that minute, Harry opened his mouth, and released what you have been feeling for the past month.

“I love you, y/n.”

[lotsofblurbss]

a song like you (harry preference)

“why are you here?” you demand, tempted to shut the door in his face at this moment.

“i live here too and secondly i love you y/n.” he retorted. 

you huffed with a hint of a scowl in your voice. he may still live here, you thought, but this isn’t his home. 

his belongings were scattered on the tile floor ranging anywhere from old beatles’ records to his favorite pair of gucci booties. you hd thought twice about at least having the decency to organize his “prized” jigsaw puzzle collection back into its respective box, but you were too incensed to tamper with it. 

but god did you admire him. oh yes, in your opinion, he was a goof when you had met him and even more cliche as your relationship unraveled. you couldn’t imagine a life without him, your love was like being blindfolded on a trip to Europe. 

until now, when it had backfired. 

“are you finished?” you snarked, tapping your foot impatiently. on the stove, the pot full of quinoa boiled unanimously as well. 

“we never said I was leaving?” he protested.

“well WE never said you were welcome either.”

harry chortled, a smirk breaking from his rosy lower lip. "come on y/n, you are being so ridiculous."

"you know what's ridiculous? you being in LA for nearly a week and not telling me!" you challenge, getting ready to patch his eyes violet. you kicked the old box of stuff against his designer plastered saint laurent boots. your favorite.

harry agitated his head, disapprovingly. he let out an intolerant sigh. "I said I was sor-" His eyebrows flustered as your eye contact became disengaged with him, peering down his shoes.

that was his favorite thing about you. the habit of constant eye contact you would have when you would partake in profound conversation. however, this wasn't the part that he adored the most. the way you would get raveled in the minuscule but bijou type of constituents, irreverent to the situation.

he picked up your hand, smiling like a feen. "baby are you listening to me?" he chuckled at you.

you scowled, swatting away his gentle hand. "you never called me while you were on tour. the least you could have done is call me when you have a small break in the town we live in." you shouted, hint of non-confrontation in his voice.

"come on!" harry said, tempting you with his shiny green orbs. "are you really gonna throw the past three years away."

"you threw it away yourself harry, when you stopped keeping in contact with me," you responded, bluntly. you drowned your hot water from the quinoa into the colander, waiting for it to cool down.

he leans his neck onto the marble countertop, giving his signature wink. "I know you were looking a look at my boots."

" I love so many things about you harry but it's just not enough." you replied, your voice waving and hoarse.

he cupped his hands over your breasts, fiddling with them for a few seconds. he exhaled keenly, his cold breath tickling your neck. you bit your lip, trying to hide the feelings that began to arise.

his unbroken lips began to trace your jawline, the feeling of arosement as his honed jawline chaffed the side of yours as his smooth teeth left a line around your neck. "is this enough?" he whispered, his voice as soft as melted chocolate.

never again will I let him tie me down, you thought. but maybe. just this one time, I can let it go.

[the-real-lightningscar]

[fallingbluestars]

I Still Love You part 3// H.S One Shot

Part 1

Part 2 

It's been two years since your broken relationship with him, you're getting married to someone else, and before the wedding, you kept running into your ex, Harry, who you can't keep off your mind. Battling between your feelings, you were confused, not knowing what your heart tells you. You spent the past few months, pushing away the thoughts of Harry, hoping he would just disappear but fate starts again...

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I Still Love You Part 3

“Because I still love you”

He lips leaned incloser and closer and all you could think or hear is how fast your heart isbeating, beating for the sight and touch of him. No! Don’t do this to yourself;it won’t work out for you two ever again.

“Sorry Harry I have togo…” you gave him one last look before running away from the café, your heart was beating so fast, and all because of him. You could never forget that look on your face on that Sunday Afternoon that disappointed look on his face…

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For a whole two months, you manage to stay clear and far away from Harry, you somehow managed to not think about him as you were busy planning your wedding. The wedding is in two weeks of time, and you and everyone else was pretty nervous about it, It’s supposed to be the best day of a girl’s life apparently. Because of your finance’s wide population of socialite families and friends, there are going to be two hundred fifty people at your wedding, half of them you don’t even know. You told him that you are happy with it, The more the Merry, that’s what you two wanted after all, for everyone to see how in love you two are.

Today you are walking around stores picking out possible center pieces for the table, one of the most important thing at a wedding accordingly to your future mother in law, who has been to countless of elite socials and weddings.

You were just looking at random things in this grand store in city when your friends were back there giggling about all the fancy decorations.

“Babe look at this!” You heard a familiar voice, an voice you haven’t heard over two months.

“Oh shit.” You whispered quietly to yourself.

Turing around, you saw the boy that you manage not to think about for two whole months, the boy who said that he was still in love with you the last time you saw each other, you’re pretty sure he changed your mind when you left him in the café, and the fact that his arms are around some brunette girl.

You turned back around immediately, hoping he didn’t see you, but unfortunately he did.

“Y/N!” You heard footsteps coming your way so you turned around to face him. You didn’t want to but you have to. You managed a small smile for him as he and his “friend” came closer to greet you. The three of you stood there in absolute silence when none of you know what to say.

You couldn’t help but stare at the way his arm is around her, the way that was around you for what seem such a long time ago, it’s weird.

“It’s nice to see you here Harry, and?” You waited for him to introduce you two. He said with a little of hesitation “Ellie.” He led out a forced smile.

When you two were still dating, you would’ve never thought that you and Harry would split up, you were so happy with him, as cliché as that sounds, the constant fights, the often sarcastic remarks didn’t even make it bad, it was the best time of your life.

You smiled back in response, not knowing what to say or do, you just stood there in complete stillness, you wish you had someone with you there, but all your friends were nowhere to be found.

“When’s your wedding?” suddenly he spoke up, asking the question you hoped he wouldn’t ask. Should you invite him? No, that would be too awkward, plus you don’t really want to see him with Ellie over here, she looked like she is bored to death in between this conversation, constantly picking her nails. You want to like her, you want to be happy for Harry but you just can’t seem to find the reason to.

“In two weeks… Listen Harry, I really have to go, it was nice seeing you here! And you too Ellie.” You forced out another smile before leaving them in the middle of the store before waiting for his reaction, you just couldn’t stand there in front of him anymore, it was too hard.

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The same night, you went to the liquor store and bought few wines, some shots, everything you like, you bought it. The look on the cashier’s face was embarrassing for you, she felt sympathetic and pity towards you, and that’s the least you wanted, you’re getting married in two weeks for god’s sake, everyone should be either happy or jealous of you. You didn’t noticed how you even got there, you blinked and there you are parking your car in front of your old flat, the one you used to share with Harry, the one he lives in at this moment. Of course you wouldn’t knock on his door and share your drinks with him, you would have to see Ellie there. Instead you just sat in your car, and took down the cold alcohol down your throat, the feeling was so good. You ignored all your call that night; you just didn’t want to talk to anyone.

You were doing so well these past months, ignoring the tiniest thought about Harry that ever came into your head; you didn’t want to think about him, he was like poison to your head. For the rest of the night you continuously drowned in the dark alcohol and wondered what happened if you just said the three words back to him two months ago.

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“How would you ever find me if I get lost?” You whispered to his ears when he is falling asleep in that dark of the dark. You two were laying there silently on a soft blanket on a rooftop, the rooftop you two frequently go to after midnight. You two go so frequently, he laid out candles just for you every time.

He didn’t answer.

“C’mon Harry, I know you’re not asleep.” You said while you playfully poked his cheek. He didn’t reply but instead his arm reached your waist and pulled you to his chest, you loved being in his arms.

He tried to kiss you, but you wouldn’t let him unless if he answered your question. “Rules are rules Harold.” You giggled.

“C’mere.” He started tickling you, he knows your weaknesses, he knows everything about you and being ticklish just has to be one of them. You tried to be strong but you gave in to his touch. “Fine, fine, you win!!” You screamed out like a child.

He laughs and gave you a light kiss on the lips.

“and to answer your question Y/N, I don’t know… I don’t really know” and soon enough, you fell asleep listening to the sounds of his heavy breathing.

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Send me requests if you like! x and big shoutout to the birthday boy who just turned 21! Love you.

Part 4 will be up soon

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Downhill (Harry AU Fanfiction) - Chapter Three: Lockup (on Wattpad) 

*Harry's POV*

The holding cell they have me locked in is cold as ice, and this scary bloke over in the corner won't stop looking at me. Even though I'm stuck in this awful place, my mind feels excited and new, swirling with the amber-colored thoughts of the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. 

She had long, curly brown hair and sparkling dark brown eyes. Her face was round and kind and inviting. Yet, she seemed complex and troubled in a way I don't yet understand. 

I want to get lost in her and never be found.

Jail isn't the last place I've ever imagined myself; however, I never thought I'd be here because of someone else's actions. I've gotten myself mixed up in some pretty bad shit.

Mum and Dad were always galavanting off on vacation to the Bahamas or wherever the fuck they ran off to. What was I supposed to do? Sit at home in that big mansion and wank all day? 

Not while Jason and Leo were out there making bank on the streets, pushing every drug under the sun to all the burnouts from our secondary school. So, I did what any respectable badass would do; I asked Jason for an in and started working for him full-time. 

Going to every club, pub, and festival around recruiting clientele and selling the good stuff. Was I proud of this path I was going down? Not particularly. Did it keep me entertained, pay for my booze, and constantly high? 

Yup. 

And now I've gone and thrown it all away for some girl. Over a fuckin' dress, as if I even care about shoplifting. Like I'm the voice of morality. I just wanted an excuse to put my hands on her and get close enough to breathe her scent. 

Suddenly, the fluorescent lights seemed way too bright, and a splitting headache started pounding at my skull. Shit, my high is definitely wearing off. I wonder if any of these sorry blokes has any coke on them. 

"Hey lad, sorry to bother you, but do you happen to have any co-?" the big scary man across the room just turned and stared at me with a blank expression. 

"I'll take that as a no." So much for comradery among the inmates... I guess I'll try and sleep it off. 

The last thing I remember before drifting into sleep was the annoyed look on that girl's face and how much I wanted her. 

I wonder what her name is or if I'll ever see her again. I've really made a mess of things now. 

AN: Just a quick little chapter to get an idea of how Harry feels during all of this. Is his personality the way you thought he was going to be? This is the first chapter I've written this year, so my writing style is probably a little different. The next chapter will be back to my revised 2013 writing, so buckle up lmao. 

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I woke up in a very horrible dream that morning. I stepped onto the porch with a cup of coffee, the floorboards creaking beneath my bare feet, and leaned against the railing. The day was peaceful and...

Hi guys! I wrote a one shot. It doesn't contain so much feels tho but I hope you'll like it. I was inspired to write this because of a movie. :) Thank you if you'll read it! Give me feed backs too! xx

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Harry One-Shot

Here is my very first one-shot. It was inspired by my experience today, which was coming home to see my house had been robbed.

I know it's short but oh well.

Enjoy!

I heard a loud crashing sound coming from downstairs. I shot straight up in bed, breathing heavily. My heart raced in my chest. I sat there, waiting to hear the noise again. The longer I sat, the more I began to believe the crashing noise had come from my dreams, that I had been having some nightmare. I laid back down and tried to remember what I had been dreaming of.

A few moments passed before the noise came again. 

"Harry," I whispered, shaking his arm. "Harry, wake up!" 

"Hmm," he murmured sleepily.

"I think someone's downstairs," I whispered to him. 

He sat up. "What?"

The crashing noise sounded again, erasing my need to answer his question. I knew that an expression of fear was plainly depicted in my eyes as I stared up at Harry. 

"Stay here," he whispered, slowly getting out of bed. He walked into the closet and came back out with a baseball bat in hand.

"Harry," I felt the familiar pain in my throat that indicated the tears were about to spill over. 

Harry held a finger up to his lips before quietly slipping out of the bedroom.

I sat up in bed, crying silent tears, waiting to hear a gunshot. Waiting to hear a scream. Waiting to hear footsteps pounding up the stairs that didn't belong to Harry... 

I became so absorbed in my thoughts I didn't even notice Harry had come back in the room.

"He was leaving right when I got down there... I decided it would be better not to do anything," Harry said.

I let out a huge breath I didn't know I had been holding in. I plopped back down in bed and rolled on my side. Harry didn't climb in next to me.

I rolled onto my back so I could see him. Reading the disturbed expression on his face, I said, "What's wrong?"

"Come here," he said quietly, holding out his hand. 

I tiptoed out of bed and gripped his hand. We walked down the stairs. 

"Harry why are we-" I cut myself off, remembering the crashing noises. I was suddenly anxious. I was desperate to know what had been broken.

When we got into the living room, the first thing that caught my eye was the smashed picture frame on the floor. I picked it up.

The picture frame was golden with the words "forever and always" written on the bottom left corner in beautiful cursive letters. The frame held a picture of Harry kissing my cheek. 

A hot tear slipped down my cheek. It had been Harry's first Valentine's Day gift to me.

Harry was cleaning up the remains of a couple broken vases - the sources of the other two noises I had heard. When he looked up and saw me crying, he came over to me.

"It's okay, Rach," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder. "I can get you a new one. A better one."

I shook my head. "It's not the same."

He removed his body from mine and stood in front of me. He took the picture out of my hands and set it on the table.

Cupping my chin in his hands, he said, "I don't need a picture frame to show you how much I love you, Rachel." He kissed my forehead.

"All I need is you." He kissed my right cheek.

"All I want is you." He kissed my left cheek.

"I will love you forever and always." 

He leaned in until his warm lips met mine. They intertwined and formed a long, beautiful kiss that I never wanted to end. I never wanted to draw away.

I never wanted to be anywhere but in his arms.

[guccifloralharry]

okay not to be rude but Harry would be the one to be watching a romcom with you and then ignore the movie to watch you like one second he’d be laughing at a funny part then he’d reach over and grab your hand and use the pad of his thumb to rub across the palm of your hand and then another funny part would come on screen and he’d light up at the sight of you, seeing your angelic smile and hearing your laugh, then once you calmed down again he’d still be staring at you then he’d interrupt to say something like “you know, I could give you everything you’ve ever wanted and more. we could get married, get a house of our own, have a few curly headed children stumbling around. we could have that y/n. I could give you that. all you have to do is say the word, and it’s all yours.”

[the-real-lightningscar]

[baby-tarzan-blog]

Day out with Harry

Idk this is my first one shot in like 5 months so bare with me and pleaseee let me know what you think.

Y/N means “your name” for those of you who don’t know.

            “Y/N…. waaaake uuuupp.” Harry groaned as he pulled the covers off of you and rolled your body over to face his.

            “Harry, stop” You spat at him pulling the blanket up and over your head. “Let me sleep!”

            “But I have a special day planned for us.” He whined. You pulled the blanket down past your eyes and saw him stick his bottom lip out at you.

            “Alright, alright, I’m up!” You said as you rolled out of the bed and onto your feet. He grinned like a little boy and ran into the bathroom.

            “I’m first!”

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            After breakfast, Harry pulled you out the door and put you in the passenger’s seat of his Range Rover. He even stopped to buckle your seatbelt in for you, his brown curls lightly tickling your face as he leaned over you.

            “Harry what is this? I’m a big girl; I can do things for myself.” You asked, wondering why he wasn’t letting you do anything for yourself.

            “Y/N...” He sighed. “What’s the fun in that?” He glanced over at you, flashing his dimples.

            You two drove for quite awhile before Harry pulled over on the side of a abandoned dirt road. Before you could even question what you were doing, Harry told you to “trust him” and to keep an open mind. You stepped out of the car onto the dirt and looked around you. “Tree. Tree. Oh look a bush! Tree. Tree.” You thought to yourself. Harry grabbed a small duffle bag out of the back of the car and reached out for your hand. You grabbed his willingly and you two started to walk into the trees.

            “Harry?” You asked, beginning to wonder if there was any point in this trek through the woods.

            “Shh.” He shushed you before you could even ask any questions. “Just trust me.”

            Suddenly, without any warning, the two of you walked into an open field. Flowers were blooming around the edges and the smell of spring filled your nose. There was a small circle of cut grass right in the middle of the field, almost as if it was made for two people to lay in.

            “I’ll race you.” Harry grinned, breaking you out of a trance.

            “Hey, not fair! I wasn’t ready!” You laughed as you took off in a sprint after him. His long legs carried him to the spot first, but you were right behind him, tackling him as you reached your destination. “Harry, what are we doing?” You giggled and he rolled off of you and unzipped the bag.

            “We both needed a day away from the paparazzi.” He said solemnly, looking into your eyes. “This land is part of my step-dad’s property. I just took the back way to throw you off.” He winked at you and you crossed your arms in fake anger. “So..” He began. “We’re going to have a picnic!”

            And so you did. Harry had prepared all of your favorite foods, and maybe snuck in some of his, for lunch. After lunch you two raced around the field, playing tag as if you were two little kids on the playground. He was right. This was just the day you two needed. 

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Forever and Always, Yeah? [2]

Summary: Louis reads Harry's letter and decides he needs to write one back.

Pairing: Larry Stylinson

Warning: Rare Swearing

Words: 1,560

Dear Harry,

     I thought I knew what heartbreak felt like when my first pet died when I was eight or nine. Then I discovered I was wrong when I was 16 and had my first serious relationship with a girl named Hannah. When we broke up, I felt like my life was caving in on me, leaving me trapped in a pile of rubbish. Nearly 5 years later, here I am as heartbroken as I’ve ever been and might as well ever will be. I think I’ve discovered what true heartbreak feels like.

    I know you told me to be happy and smile because we don’t have to hide, but I couldn’t care less about you wanting me to feel happy. Harry, I don’t want to feel happy. There’s nothing for me to feel happy about anymore. You make me happy. Without you I’m nothing but empty. I haven’t smiled or laughed in a week. I’ve barely done anything at all. I just sport a blank expression with bags under my eyes from loss of sleep, and a slight frown all the time. My phone isn’t even on anymore; I’m sure all the boys have tried to contact me and they’ve all knocked on our the front door to get me to open. I haven’t spoken, either. The only noises I can hear are the sounds of my sobs and shaky breathing.

     I’m a mess without you. I’m undoubtedly so. I need you, Haz, I really do. I don’t care that you think I’m better off without you because I’m not. I’m not fucking okay without you. Thoughts about you race through my cluttered mind all day every day. You’re all I ever think about. You’re what I live for. I wouldn’t be surprised if the boys think I’m dead or something of the sort; I might as well be. I have nobody to wake up to in the morning, nobody to smile at me and tell me they love me, nobody to love back, no warm body to cuddle into when I need somebody, no you. I don’t have you and when I’m without you, I’m nothing.

     You were right about the fact that I would be on the floor crying my eyes out. When I first opened up the letter, I expected nothing of the sort of what I read. The first few words were all it took to send tears to my eyes. I kind of crumbled on the floor, my top half not being supported enough by my weak legs. I nearly ruined the ink because my tears were staining the paper. I couldn’t help but cry, it was all I knew how to do. I felt like I had just been shot in the gut, like everything was pried right from my fingertips. I had you one moment and the next I didn’t. I felt like a child sobbing on the floor the way I did, but that was the only path that felt safe. I think I fell asleep on the floor, in the very spot I threw myself on the ground, clutching the letter as if it were you. In some ways, it is you.

     I did some horrible things that night. I remember waking up on the floor feeling disgusted in myself around two in the morning. I drank a lot that night. Not enough to make me forget why I was doing it in the first place, but enough to numb something. I tried to numb everything and make all the pain coursing through my body go away. It didn’t work. I drank four beers then. My body begged for more, to be fully numb and free of the everlasting pain, but I didn’t drink any more. I knew you wouldn’t have liked that. I broke a picture frame, too. It was the one in the living room on the table. The one of us in Paris. You were holding my hand. We looked like idiotic lovers on our first trip together. I smashed it on the ground. It was the only picture of us that showed a public affection. It made me think that we could never have that. I cut myself on a piece of glass, too. I went to pick it up and it sliced my palm a bit. It didn’t hurt so I just kind of stared at it. I watch the blood trickle through the cut and onto the surface of my skin. Don’t worry, though, I bandaged it after a while. I also cleaned up all the glass shards. I put the picture somewhere, but I don’t remember where. That’s okay, though, I don’t want to remember where I put it. I don’t want to see it.

     The day after, whatever time it was that I woke up, I found myself in our bed. I was on your side. I don’t remember how I got there, but  I remember the letter being held close to me. I didn’t get out of bed that day, I just stayed there and thought. I thought about how you said I’ve changed. I can’t believe it took you leaving me for me to actually notice it. I have changed. I’m not who I used to be and I hate myself for it. I let them take over me and all the freedom I had. I let them convince me that they could help, but all they did was create a big mess. I don’t blame them, though. I blame myself. It’s all my fault. I’m not the kid I used to be when we first met. Somebody else has taken over him and trapped him in a cage. That kid is still in me, though, I can sense it. I’m going to bring him back one way or another. I’m changing myself, Harry. I’m going to change. I’m doing it for you. When I find that boy and I bring him back for good, I’m going to call you, just like you said to. I don’t know when he’ll be back but I promise with all the heart that he will be back. I promise.

     I bet you’ve been wondering how this letter even got to you. I called Liam, actually. I debated whether I should have actually sent it for a few hours. I knew Liam wouldn’t want to hear me ask questions about you. He was clearly more interested in how I’ve been seeing that I’ve been completely disconnected from the world for a good amount of time. He picked up after the second dial tone. He sounded happy to hear my voice, despite how awful it sounded after the silence I encased myself in. He told me he was beginning to think I had done the unspeakable. I didn’t, though. I told him I was desperate to know where you were. I begged him to tell me where you had gone. He told me you didn’t want me to know because then I would try and chase after you. You’d be right if he told me where you were, I would go find you.  Liam said he would pick it up and take it to you. I begged him to let me go with him so I could see you but he said no. I just want to see you.

     I want to know how you’re doing. If I’m in this bad of a state, I’m dying to see if you’re alright or if you’re worse. Please, don’t be worse. I won’t tell you to smile because we don’t have to hide, like you told me, though. I don’t think I want you to smile. I don’t want anything else to make you happy the way you told me I do. I don’t want myself to smile at anything because I only want you to make me happy. You can do whatever you want, though because I have no say anymore. You don’t have to deal with me and my shit anymore.  

     I don’t know what I’m trying to say anymore. I just wish that I’d always be the reason for your smile. The smile where your dimples show clearly, your eyes crinkle at the outside and your mouth is so wide it looks like somebody is pulling strings at the ends. I want to be the reason you laugh so hard you head tilts back and your mouth is open so wide that you have to cover it with your hands. I want to be the reason you’re happy because you make me happy so I should do the same to you. It’s difficult to say that now because you’re the reason I’m so broken, but it’s only the truth. I can’t lie to you, Harry, you know that.

     I still love you. I’ve always loved you. I love every detail about you. I hate when you put yourself down because there is nothing wrong with you in the slightest. I want you to see that. I love you because you’re you and that’s the only person I want to be with. You’re all I want and all that I need. I’m getting off topic, sorry. I just want you back with me. That’s all I want.

     ”Forever and always, yeah?” Yeah.

     I love you, Harry Edward Styles, so fucking much it hurts.

       —Boo. x