#hazza styles

[iamjustaholeforyousir]

There's just no gettin' through Without you

part 10 of Look What We Became

summary: the prince and the princess try to come on decent terms before taking big decisions, but not everything goes as planned

warning: description of an asthma attack (to my knowledge) mention of lying and cheating, brief mention of sex, violence (a little) agnst? fluff?

word count: 3000

minors DNI

part1 part2 part3 part4 part5 part6 part7 part8 part9 part10

When you open your eyes again, you see that the room is lit up by a lantern, As you try to shift around, you feel two very strong arms wrapped around your torso, and that is when you focus on the light breathing you could feel on the nape of your neck. You turn around in his hold, which causes him to wake up. “Hello,” you say, “Hello,” he says in a groggy voice with half-lidded eyes and a lazy smile. It made you giggle. “Are you laughing at me, princess?” he says, pouting. You nod your head, still laughing, and kiss his pout. “You know there are consequences to laughing at your husband.”  he says, and then he starts tickling you, and you squirm and shriek and laugh, trying to push his hands away, “Prince Harry! Stop!” you say, “why, do you not feel like laughing anymore?” He says, with a big smile on his face. he stopped his assault, and you both caught your breath, he was on top of you, again, legs on either side of your body, hands on your waist.

You both were looking into each other's eyes, as if you were lost in his green eyes, “mind telling me what happened during breakfast, princess.” he asks, softly, and you turn red, absolutely red, god how were you supposed to tell him, the thoughts you had were embarrassing, lewd, filthy! 

You look away from him, trying to hide your face in your pillow, he chuckles and leans down to kiss your collar bone, “fair enough.” he says and gets off the bed and starts wearing his dress shirt,  “are you upset?” you ask, getting bit scared, everything was going so good, and you just did not want ot ruin it. “What!? Why would i be upset?” he asked, while fixing his collar, you just cast your eyes down, buttoning his shirt he walks closer to the bed, “princess, i am honoured, and i am grateful, to you, for you have given me something so beautiful, you have made me feel incredible, and i hope i made you feel it too,” and you nod st him, “you have made me feel capable, you have satiated me, you have given me your trust, so no, i am not upset, in fact i am elated! I am so happy, you have no idea.” he then places a light kiss to your head, and stands up straight, “ and now, i must go down, it is time for me to be an avid reader, to show my wife, she is really hard to impress.” he says, “oh then you must hurry, wouldn't want to upset your beautiful wife would you now?” you giggle, laughing you quickly pecks your lips, before going out, leaving you alone with your thoughts. 

You were finally content with your married life, everything was going great, you both were talking to each other, it was all lovely, and he was touching you, in that way, and it all felt perfect. 

Harry was happy, more than happy. How could he not be, after so many days he was finally feeling good, feeling like a good person. Harry was not a hateful person, and he genuinely hated everything he had said to you before his marriage, he hated himself for it, and he didn't know what else to do. He wasn't being heard, so he made you listen, and he didn't know why he made you listen, but he did. But now he was sure he was going to make you feel heard, he was going to listen to you, like he did today, or at least he thought he listened to you today. Those moans, those whines, those gasps, oh the thought of it just did something to him. Never has he felt this with anyone else, never felt proud. With everyone else it used to feed his ego yes, but it never made him feel like he accomplished something, with you, he felt on top of the world, as if he had won at life. 

Walking down to the library, Harry was sure he would find a good romance novel, and share it with you, you were quite intelligent, and he knew you would appreciate a good book, even if it were about silly feelings and dramatic dialogues.

God you were such a boon in his life, he felt so alive finally. He finally felt so-

And his chain of thought was destroyed due to someone pulling him to the written play shelves. The audacity of this person, he thought, and then he noticed the hands, dainty, pale hands, on his arms, then he saw the back of the head, the open wavey hair flowing down, and then he took in the maid clothes, and oh he was furious now! How dare she! He jerked his arm away from hers, and she turned around, “did i not tell you stay away from me!” he almost shouts, “you are going against direct orders! I have no interest in speaking to you!”

“And who says I want to speak?” she says with a smirk on her face, but Harry was not amused by the audacity she had!

“Don't you think you have had your fun, kissing her in front of me, in the gardens, running after her, hm? Haven't you punished me enough? And i need you now, i really do, look at me, i haven't been able to sleep-” but harry interrupts her “does it really look as if i care? I told you stay away, didn't i? Don't want to see you around us, be grateful you are still working for the crown, after clear violations of orders that were clearly given to you.” he says and starts to walk away, when she grans his arm once again, “do you not like it, when i went against orders?” she says batting her eyes at him, which remind him of the times they used to sneak around, distracting her from her chores, he was so childish then, “like it? It is your job to follow orders! Now leave me alone, before i call the guards!” he says, she just pouts and pulls him closer, which he avoids, and pushes her away. “Why are you behaving this way, don't you love me? Hm?” 

“No! I don't! I despise you! You made me believe you loved me! And then you went and traded my love to punish me! You made me believe you were my everything! But in reality, you are nothing but a harlot!” he screams, as tears run down his face, and she takes his face in her hands, wiping the tears away, “I told you I am sorry, I tried talking to you, I love you, and I want to be with you, but you wouldn't listen!” she says, with a sympathetic look on her face, “everything was so good before her, it was just us.” she says, and harry continues to cry, “leave me be! Please! I don't want to ever see you! I loved you! I LOVED YOU! DO YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS!? I WAS READY TO THROW MY MARRIAGE AWAY, AND JUST BECAUSE I DID NOT TOUCH YOU DID NOT GIVE YU THE RIGHT TO JUST GO FOR SOMEONE ELSE! YOU COMPARED ME TO HIM!?” he said sobbing even more, “you compared me to him, you are a horrible horrible woman! And you know what? You know? I am happier now than I ever was with you! All the lies you told, about being there for me forever! The second you got the chance you took it! You just wanted the crown! You- I-” Harry was getting breathless now, he always had some trouble with breathing, and this wasn't helping.

She held his face in place, looking more concerned now, but he did not want to see her face, her touch was not comforting anymore, instead it felt like he was being clawed by a bear, her voice wasn't soothing anymore, it sounded like a thousand crow just crowing at him, her scent felt smelt rotten now, he did not want to remember it, the things he claimed to love, were just an illusion that he was free of now. 

“Prince harry?”

 there, he heard, the most beautiful, angelic, nightangel voice ever, hiswife, his beautiful wife, but he just couldn't see her, god why couldn't he see her, oh he knows why, because this witch had her hands on him! And oh! Oh.. oh fuck!

“What are you doing?” he could hear the heartbreak in her voice, he could feel it in his whole body, as the sound of her voice traveled to his ears, he could feel the pain in his brain, and he wanted to scream, wanted to tell her it is not what she is thinking, but his lungs were not ready to corporate, his body was losing its strength, coughing, he put a hand to his chest, as he heard you call for the guards. He felt so pathetic, maybe he was pathetic, that is why Deborah went to William, that is why he could just never do it right with you, that is why he was a bad son to both his parents. Prince Harry was so pathetic.

You were waiting, rather anxiously to hear back from the medic, your husband was inside, and you had no idea what they were doing to him. You had decided to join him, in the library, but when you had reached, you could hear people talk, and what you saw, you just couldn't forget, he was with her, she was holding his face, she was there when your husband was mere seconds away from death, and you weren't, he went to her. 

What your purpose? If he just had to go to her? Everytime something went wrong?

You looked defeated, your eyes were red, you were a mess. 

“Princess.” you hear someone say, and you wanted it to be your husband so bad, you wanted it to be him god, you just wanted to talk to him, but it wasn't, fortunately for you, he was the second person you so desperately wanted to see, the medic.

“The prince is insatiable condition, now, if you would like to meet him.” he says, before bowing and leaving. 

Slowly walking in ,you see your husband, lying on your shared bed, looking out of the window, you clear your throat, and he looks towards you, and smiles but you don't. 

“How are you?” you ask

“I am much better now, come sit.” he says, patting the spot next to him,

“No, i am great here.” is all you say, and he frowns, “what is the matter?”

You take in a sharp breath, willing yourself to not cry, “i will never be enough for you.” you say, it wasn't a question, it was a statement. 

“I never said that-” 

“You didn't have to,” you say, “i hope you recover soon.” 

“I am recovered-” he says “wonderful then.” you say

“Princess?”

“You said that we should get to know each other,and were, and we were happy, weren't we? Where did i go wrong? What was the need to go to her, when in the morning you told me what a monster she is!? Were you lying to me? I don't understand!” and the waterworks started, god you felt so stupid, “i don't know what to do! You say something but you do something else! What am i to do!?” 

You wipe your tears, “princess listen to me-”

“Why should I? So you could tell me more lies? I am more than happy to avoid that!” calming down a bit you say “I shall find myself another chamber for the night, rest well, prince harry.” and you leave. On your way out the door, you collide with her and she just smiles at you, you look back to see Harry’s face, which had the classic frown, always the victim, always misunderstood. classic.

The first thing harry did after you left, was grab her by the hair, and slam her against the door, “WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HER?” she had no idea how furious he was, harry would never raise his hand on a woman, never, but this, this thing that he had his hands on, she was pure evil, “i only ever told her the truth!” she said, squinting from the pain, “DONT YOU FUCKING LIE TO ME!” he then threw her across the sofa, “i told her the truth i swear!” she was crying now, and if harry was still in that bubble, he would run to her, make her stop, but oh he saw red, “YOU RUINED ME AND NOW YOU COME AFTER MY MARRIAGE! YOU PATHETIC WHORE!” 

“HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT TO ME!” she screams, 

“I AM NOT ONE OT LIE!” he says, before opening the doors, grabbing her hair and dragging her out. 

“GUARDS! GET HER OUT OF HERE, OUT OF THE CASTLE, OUT OF THIS KINGDOM! I BANISH YOU! YOU HEAR ME! GET HER OUT OF MY SIGHT!”

She stared at him in disbelief, as the guards grab her arms, and escort her out.

Harry runs his hand through his curls, and runs the halls, searching for his wife. 

You on the other hand, were sitting on the garden bench, thinking about what she had said.

“You know, he always has loved me. You just came in the way. Every time he is with you, he feels suffocated, that is why he comes to me every night. After you heard our conversation, he wanted it to be a secret, but now that you know, I just wanted you to know what happened and why he hid it from you. But you are a girl and so am I, and I would also want to know if something like this was happening to me. I understand that you love him, but so do I, and he had chosen me. Chosen to love me. Please I hope that you understand. I really do. I know we aren't in an equal position, but I need to be honest with you. Because he wouldn't be.”

And you had remained completely stoic, what else were you to say, 

“Princess! What- are- you uh- ha- doing - out?” you heard his voice, he was panting, he shouldn't be running after what had happened.

“I- have been -huh- looking everywhere- for you.” 

“I would like it if you don't. I would like some time away from you. I don't want you to even try and talk to me, can you give me this?”

Turning your head to face him, you see the most heartbreaking site, you husband, in his beautiful cream coloured dress shirt, and dishevelled hair, sweating due to all that running, with tears brimming his eyes, trying his best to, not let the tears slip, his face contorting in pain and fear. 

He stood there staring at you, before slowly walking backwards, his shoulders were now deflated in defeat. Before he went in.

That was the last he heard from you. 

It had been a month, since harry had last heard from you, he had seen you around the castle, on numerous occasions, but that had also stopped about a few weeks ago, and in that month, harry had completely stopped taking care of himself, his hair had gown out a bit, he hasn't left his room, in the past two weeks, he did not dare to open the curtains, he had absolutely no idea of day or night, he would only eat half of his food and mst of the times, he would just sleep. And even then he would dream of, being by his side. How could you have impacted his life so much, he barely even knew you, but all he could think of was how you would laugh when he would say something mildly hilarious, how your lips would pout on their own when you were concentrating, how your eyebrows would furrow when you didn't understand a conversation, how you would cry when a character would die in a book. He missed you dearly. He had seen you, he was watchful. He loved watching you, and now he couldn't. He felt like he wanted to die.

until today, when a servant came to your chambers, “your highness, i believe you have received a letter.”

“Does it look like i care Bitward?” he says, sitting against his bed, he looked at the poor man, who looked awkward, not knowing what to do exactly, taking pity at the man, he says, “tell me who the sender is.” 

“I believe it is the princess, sir.” 

And that made him sit up straight faster than he could even think.

“Do you believe or are you certain?” 

“I am certain sir”

“Give it to me.”

He says, and he grabbed the letter out of the ,man’s hand like he was starved and was snatching food.

Dear prince harry,

I hope you are doing well.

I am writing this letter to you, to let you know I am at my parent’s castle, assuming your mother has not told you yet. A rather bad decision made by me, I was hoping you could come here and speak to my father, just to reassure him that everything is completely fine. He is desperately asking me the reason for my visit and I do not know what to say. You would be doing a huge favor to me, and I hope you would. I was also hoping you could take me back since I don't have a good reason to come back either. 

Regards,

Princess Y/n

She must be really upset to go back to her father, and harry wouldn't let her stay there another second. 

“Britward, tell them to prepare my carriage. Andsend someone to tend to me.” he says, frantically getting up.

He was going to get you back home.

A/N: okay okay, so, I know I gave a snippet, but the thing is, you will probably get that in the next part because I wanted to leave it at a cliffhanger of sorts. love you guys

stay safe❤️❤️

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[madihasheikh]

Harry wrote the lyrics "So you tie up your hair and you smile like it's no big deal" to the people who wash up their face after an emotional breakdown where they cry their heart out and just want to let everything go cause they can't do this no more but are not financially in this state where they can support themselves so they wipe the tears and tie up their hair and look themselves in mirror, smile and say the word "you got this" over and over till they make another wall round their heart so no one can get past this, but eventually they do and the cycle repeats over and over again...

[harrrystyles-writing]

Frases: 11. "se você me machucar, eu vou machucar você." 12. "você me fez me odiar."

NotaAutora: @aqueridinhadostyles , perdão por demorar tanto, espero que goste do mesmo modo que eu gostei de fazê-lo.

🌼 MASTERLIST CONCEPT🌼

Harry Concept #18

— Baby? Já cheguei!

Eu havia acabado de chegar do estúdio, quando encontrei S/n me esperando tomando uma xícara de chá na minha cozinha.

— O que há de errado com você? — Questionei assim que tentei deixar um beijo em seus lábios. Ela não respondeu, mas tinha aquele olhar que claramente revelava sua irritação. — Aconteceu alguma coisa ruim? Foi por isso que me mandou mensagem dizendo que passaria aqui depois do trabalho?

— O que você estava fazendo ontem à noite?— Suspirou, jogando o resto do chá na pia.

— Como assim? Você sabe que estava trabalhando, por quê?

— Trabalhando? Então me explica isso? — Indagou em um tom arrogante.

Ela empurrou sobre a ilha da cozinha seu celular, assim que peguei, pude ver o que tinha nele, uma foto minha com Taylor Swift juntos ontem à noite.

— Desculpe, eu esqueci de lhe dizer que acabei encontrando ela.

— Você encontra a Taylor Swift e esquece de dizer? — Acusou-me, torcendo o nariz.

— Eu a vi antes de ir para o estúdio, ok? Foi super rápido.

— Não me pareceu rápido, ambos estão sentados aqui! — Pegou seu celular de volta, analisando a foto mais uma vez. — Sorrindo, parecendo bem à vontade.

— Talvez, eu não lembro, mas o que isso tem a ver?! Ela é apenas uma velha amiga.

— Amiga?! Você fudeu ela, Harry! — A irritação era evidente em sua voz. — Bem mais do que eu gostaria de lembrar.

— Isso foi há muito tempo, não significa nada para mim, hoje ela é só uma amiga. — Defendi-me. — Não entendo por que está tão brava com isso?

— Amiga, é o caralho, você fode com todas as suas amigas?! Ah, é, esqueci de como você era.

— É isso que pensa de mim?

— Disse alguma mentira? Ou você não fodia a metade, ou todas 'suas amigas' quando tinha seus 20 anos?

— Eu não quero mais falar com você hoje.

— Harry Styles não suporta a verdade. — Bateu palmas tão irônica que mal a reconheci.

— Isso tudo que você está dizendo não é a verdade e, se você veio até minha casa só para me acusar, por favor, vá embora.

— O quê? Você era um santo, então?

— Eu não era um santo, mas a metade do que diziam de mim era mentira. — Bufei. — Mas eu não vou ficar aqui discutindo isso só porque você resolveu ser ciumenta hoje.

Naquele momento, eu também já estava irritado e preferi dar meia volta e sair dali, mas senti uma mão agarrar meu pulso.

— Eu não terminei, Styles.

— O que mais você quer de mim? Você está sendo infantil agora, eu não estou a fim de lidar com isso.

— O que você fez ontem foi o suficiente para trazer aquele maldito shipp de volta e todos relembrarem como 'Haylor' nunca devia ter acabado, sabe como isso dói? As pessoas preferirem você com qualquer outra pessoa que não seja eu.

— Você poderia ter agido como adulta e ter me dito isso, nós poderíamos ter conversado ao invés de simplesmente vir aqui e agir como uma louca ciumenta.

— Louca? Você não disse isso! — Ela riu antes de eu ver em seus olhos que ali ela perdeu toda a sua calma. — Você ainda não me viu louca, Styles. — Ela empurrou meu peito com força. — Você que é o filho da puta que deixa qualquer vadia ficar se esfregando e dar em cima de você e eu sou a louca? — Ela continuou me empurrando até que me encontrei encurralado na parede.

— S/n! — Minhas mãos seguraram firme seus pulsos para evitar o pior. — Para!

— Vá se fuder! — Se debatia para sair.

— Se você me machucar, eu vou machucar você. — Gritei.

— Então faça! — Ela gritou de volta. — Vá em frente.

Isso estava ficando fora de controle.

Uma de suas mãos conseguiu escapar do meu aperto, no instante seguinte senti a ardência em meu rosto se espalhar, a pele ficando marcada com seus dedos.

Eu soltei a sua outra mão, pronto para revidar, eu pude ver os olhos dela se fecharem e seu corpo todo enrijecer assim que minha mão estava no ar, desejando com toda força tocar sua pele.

Mas eu não consegui.

Minha mão bateu firmemente contra a parede, causando um grande estrondo, assuntando-a o suficiente para se afastar.

E eu a deixei ali.

Eu nunca quis machucá-la.

Tranquei a porta do quarto, deitei-me na cama e chorei até me acabar. Quando as lágrimas finalmente pararam, eu estava exausto, as pálpebras quentes, a garganta doendo, todo o corpo dolorido.

Eu me odiava agora.

— Harry? — Ouvi a sua voz após longos minutos.

— Vá embora.

— Por favor, eu... Eu sinto muito. — Ela forçou a maçaneta, mas estava fechada.

— Me deixe sozinho.

— Podemos conversar, abre a porta, por favor?

— Eu não quero. — Me levantei, toda dor e raiva de mim mesmo voltou a fluir.

— Harry, eu fui uma idiota, me desculpe, eu fiquei tão cega pelo ciúme, eu nunca quis machucar você, por favor, você pode me perdoar? — Ela chorava do outro lado da porta.

— Mas você fez e eu não sei se um dia eu vou poder perdoar você, porque toda vez que eu estiver olhando para você eu vou lembrar do que você me fez.

Eu não estava bravo por ela ter me batido, mas sim por desejar tanto fazer o mesmo.

Pude ouvir as costas dela chocarem contra a porta, seu corpo desmoronando no chão. Eu me juntei a ela do outro lado.

— Harry! — Sua voz era mais serena. — Eu arruinei tudo, não foi?

— Você me fez me odiar! — Confessei, as lágrimas caindo novamente. — Eu nunca fui assim, eu nunca agi assim, eu nunca cogitei encostar a mão em uma mulher, mas você tirou o pior de mim hoje, eu não sei se posso continuar com você.

— H, por favor, não faça isso, abre a porta, me deixe tentar consertar as coisas? Eu admito que errei e me arrependo por isso, eu não queria que isso acontecesse, eu peço perdão do fundo do meu coração e você estava certo, eu agi como uma maluca ciumenta, porque eu vi aquela foto e toda insegurança de namorar você veio a tona e eu não soube lidar, eu sei que eu deveria ter te dito, eu sei.

Por mais que a parte do meu coração que a amava me fizesse querer acreditar em suas palavras, eu não conseguia esquecer o que aconteceu, eu não podia deixar isso se repetir.

Eu destranquei a porta.

— Harry!

— Eu estou terminando com você.

— Por favor! — Suplicou. — Eu te amo, eu vou mudar, não espero que você acredite do dia para noite, só me deixe te mostrar isso, eu preciso de você, meu amor, mais do que tudo nesse mundo.

— Eu não posso, por mais que eu ame você, por mais que doa, por mais que sinta sua falta, eu não posso lidar com seu ciúme se for terminar assim.

— Não faça isso, eu te imploro.

— Eu não posso, sinto muito.

Vê-la sair por aquela porta exigiu toda força que eu tinha para não impedi-la, tudo o que eu mais desejava era puxá-la para mim, lhe abraçar e dizer que tudo ficará bem, nós vamos ficar bem, que tudo não passou de um grande mal entendido e que isso nunca vá se repetir.

Eu só queria poder voltar no tempo....

Muito obrigada por ler até aqui! Se gostou fav, reblogue ou deixe uma ask, isso realmente é muito importante para mim 🥺♥️

[thewildseuphoria]

Late Night Talking wallpapers. 🧦

[1digyourcinema]

A legend turns 30 today.

Harry Styles, you are giant. Happy birthday, H! All the love and kindness for him.

[sweet--creature]

"look what you've done to me"- One direction

[violetsandfluff]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[stressedoutmedico]

I present to you..HARRY EDWARD STYLES IN A TUX🥵😭

[hazzashouse]

I’m officially obsessed with this photo.

[gangstersmoll]

The Official Poster of PARADISE; a Lana Del Rey and Harry Styles fanfiction on Wattpad

[slut4kakashii]

i'm truly down bad for this man😩

[iamjustaholeforyousir]

Walk Through Fire For You

part 11 of Look What We Became

summary: life is too unexpected, and blood is thicker than water.

warning: angst, violence, fighting, fire, slightly steamy scene.

word count: 3019

minors DNI

part1 part2 part3 part4 part5 part6 part7 part8 part9 part10 part11

You were sitting quietly at the dining table, with your father and mother, contemplating your whole life, why you thought coming back here was a good idea, you do not know, but what you do know is, calling your husband here was an even worse one, you didn't know what you would say to him, you had not planned this through properly. What do you say to someone who has lied to you, from the very beginning of your marriage? The letter was also not now filled with love. It was true, you had no reason to go back, you weren't the queen, and you had no duty towards that kingdom, yet, except the occasional visits to the town.

Your mother was worried as to why you were back after mere days of the wedding. And your father was happy to see you at first, but then got accustomed to your stay, and everything went back to how it was. The taunts began, the domination, it was all overwhelming. 

Though you had never reached out for help, never told anyone outside of the family, never complained to your grandparents when they lived, never told a soul, too afraid it would break the family, too afraid your mother would blame you, too afraid of what your sisters would think. Being the youngest, isn't always what it looks like, it isn't always a joy ride, the most loved child of the family it is all said by some jealous older one, because in his eyes, you remained a young, untamed, bastard daughter, and in your eyes, he remained the object of all your fears.

Even in a crowd of a million people, you could recognize his footsteps, even in the darkest of rooms you could see his disappointment, even in the most joyous moments you could feel his agonizing gaze. 

He torments your dreams, and he tortures your conscious, he kills time by pretending to be the father he could never be, the husband he could never be, always doubting your mother, when he himself had a few courtesans, your whole body shakes with fear when he comes near you, you walk out of every chamber he walks in, you do not want to be in his presence, you curse the stars, for they signed you with death when you were born to your father. 

Harry was getting ready for the journey, while gemma was sitting on his bed, eversince you had left, gemma had come to stay for a bit, her husband was very understanding, if it were harry, he would let you ourt of sight even for a moment, wouldnt lwt you go anywhere just because someone called you. But since you wanted to leave, stay away from him, he respected that.

The thing he couldnt understand though was “why would she go back to that oaf?” he asked his sister, while he tried to tie his bow. 

“Imagine how badly you have hurt her, that she seeks comfort in her monstrous father.” gemma sys, dramatically, and harry turns around to givr her an unammused look. 

“You dont understand gemma, he is such a -ugh” harry couldnt find the words to describe a father, who torments his own child. If harry weas ever blessed with children, she would dare lay a hand on then, let alone beat them black and blue!

“Gemma, my older sister, princess, asnd soon to be queen, i make you vitness my vow, i shall protect my wife, Y/n M/N Styles, with my life, against any threat that is ever to come upon her, even her father, i shall do what i must.” he finishes and gemma just look at him, a look he cannot read.

“Do you thing she will be pleased by this oath? Do you think she will believe you care for hr bother?” 

“She doesnt have to believe, i have sworn it, and i shall stand by it.” 

The carriage is ready, my lord.” britward said

“You are my second most loved person britward!” he screams with joy.

Britward was an old man, who had acted as prince harry’s sitter. Harry had a sweet bond with the man, Britward was more of a confidant that Harry turned to when he needed advice, and Britward would give them in the sweetest of words as if it were merely a suggestion. 

“We shall leave now, before it is too late, takes a day to reach them sir. A tedious journey you have chosen,” he says “yet a necessary one.” 

“You are right as always Britward, right as always.” Harry says “See you soon, sister,” mocking discipline, and Gemma smacks him in the arm.

“King Y/l/n, a letter has arrived.” says Lucile, 

“Go on, read it out then.” your father says, while cutting a piece of pork

“King Y/l/n,

I hope everything is joyous in your kingdom,

I am writing this letter to you, inorder to announce my arrival later this evening. I am to take my wife home after weeks of her staying with you. I hope you have taken good care of her,” 

she read out, and your father scoffs 

“if it is not much of a burden on you, I would like to stay and dine with you. I shall take my leave early morning the next day. I do not wish to impose myself upon you, but to only converse with you about the woman I am married to, I wish to learn more about her. I do hope you think of my journey as worthy of your time. I wish for your well-being.

Regards,

Prince of Holmes Chapel.”

 “Oh this is lovely news! We must prepare for dinner!” your mother said, full of joy and excitement.

“Isnt in punishment enough i am entertaining this deviant that i now must entertain her husband too?” 

Everybody went quiet, you father had a talent for ruining moments such as these with his sullen face, and antisocial personality. He often treated those around him with great inferiority, as if the world was beneath him. 

“Dinner must be prepared regardless.” he says “That foolish boy wishes to not discuss my daughter but the estate, his father wishes to have it for himself, but I shall only give it to Prince Alexander, he seems worthy of it, and so does victoria, this one here couldn't even keep her husband happy, he sent her back to torment us,” he says

“Torment you?” you ask, and your father raises his eyebrows, that is when you knew it was your first mistake

“Dare you question me? Living as a princess has gotten to your head? Should I smack that attitude out of your body? Hm?” he asks, and you say nothing, lowering your head. If you thought calling your husband was a terrible idea, now you were sure of it. “I thought so,” he says before getting up and leaving.

You sigh, living here has not been easy for you, recently life has not been easy for you.

Getting up you make a beeline to the library, deciding to kill time till your husband arrives. 

You were woken up by a splash of water slapping your face, you open your eyes in panic and see your father towering over you. You don't remember when you fell asleep, and you definitely didn't mean to fall asleep, “you are so lethargic, no wonder your husband sent you back. Go make yourself presentable, your husband is already here.” 

Putting the soaked book aside, you slowly get up, still in shock, that is when you feel a kick to your back, which makes you fall down, “I SAID MOVE FAST!” you quiclky get up, and start moving forward, head low, when you bump into a hard chest and the smell of sweet-smelling dried leaves  hay-like scent, filled you up, looking up in pure terror, you see your husband, staring at your father, with the most hateful look, you have ever seen him give someone. 

His hands were behind his back, as if he was holding himself back from just lunging at your father, “apologise.” he says, and you wip your head to face him, but he stares straight ahead, “pardon?” your father says, eyes narrowing, as though prince harry had said something so out of the ordinary. 

“I said, opologise.”

You look back at your father ,terrified, “prince harry i-”

“I believe i wasnt talking to you.” he says, but hd never once looked at you.

“You best not be giving me a command boy.” your father says. 

“Oh i ought to, when you dont act like a king rather a man with no honor!” he yelled at your father. He yelled. At your father.

“Stay in your limits!” your father says, “in my limits? This my wife! That you so poorly abused! And now you opoligise to her! In fact get down on your kness and beg for her forgiveness!” he says

“Prince harry please dont-” you try,

“She is my daughter before she is your wife! If it werent for me, you wouldnt even have her!”

“I shall count ot three, andwithing thattime constraint if you do not opologise to my wife, i must do whatever i have to in order to protect her honour.” harry says, “what exact will you do! Hm?” 

“Prince har-”

“One.” your father doest move,

“What are you doing!? This is ridiculuous-”

“Two.”

“Y/n! If he dares to do anything stupid, you will not be invited back!”

“Three.” 

In that momnet, you see your husband walk towards your father, as you try your level best to stop him, hold ont ohis arm, but he just drags you along, his free hand reaches up to grab your father’s coat collar, while the other hand, that you were holding onto, comes down to your father’s face in a blunt punch. 

You watch in horror, as your father’s nose bleeds. “Prince harry! What are you doing!?” 

Then another, “stop it! Please!” and another “what are you doing please stop!” and another, “you are killing him! Please stop!” 

At this point you have left his hands, and are grabbing onto his back, trying to pull him off, “HE IS MY FATHER! STOP IT!” you say, tears streaming down your face, your father’s whole face his bloody, and his body is hanging limp in your husbands hand, 

“HARRY STOP IT!”

you scream, with all your might, eyes closed shut. 

Then your heard a thud, opening your eyes you see that he had dropped your father’s body to the ground, heavfing, he looked at down at his master piece. 

You run to your father, relieved he was still breathing, trying to make him sit up, but he only pushes you away, “you… are…no daughter…. No daughter of ….mine.” he says, but you only shake your head, trying to convince him otherwise, your face was wet with your tears, “a mistake” he says “I raised you…. And this is how…you repay me.” 

“What have you done! What were you thinking!” you scream at the man standing above you. But he doesnt answer, only clenches his jaw. 

“Your royal highness dinner is serve- oh! Goodness heavens!” a servasnt comes in, and sees you over your father’s body,

“Tell the queen that we will not be staying for dinner.” your husband says, and the servant scurries away. 

He then proceeds to take your arm, and pull you up. “We are leaving.” he says, and you don't recognise his voice, you don't recognise this person, standing in front of you, your husband would never hurt anyone, but then again, what did you even know of your husband? He tugs your arm, and leads you out of the castle. 

The carriage ride was silent, no one dared to utter a word. You couldn't even look at him, but he kept on staring at you. Your whole body was shaking with fear, this was treason. What you had witnessed was treason. You were a traitor’s wife, your father would never want o see your face again, your mother would hate you, and your sisters, how will you face your sisters after this. 

Reaching back to your marital home, you still didnt feel safe, you didnt feel safe next to this man, you once thought you were in love with. He was the true monster. This time you had been in an illusion, he could have murdered your father! 

He extended his hand for you to take, but hurry down the carriage, and rush to your room, shutting the doors behind you. Its wasn't a bad idea to call your husband, it was a terrible idea. 

Soon enough, you husband was there with you, but you both didnt say anything.  He walks closer to you, steadily, cautious, like a predator does to a prey, he lifts your chin up, so that you face him, look deep into his eyes. finding what little courage was left in you, you ask, “why?” but he just frowns in confusion. 

“For you”

“For me?” you ask, “you hurt my father for me-”

“To protect you-”

“Protect me!?”

“YES!”

“What were you protecting me from!”

“Him!” 

“He is my father! I do not need protection from him!” 

“No father treats his daughter like that!”

“He was just frustrated ans nervous-”

“Are you truly defending him?” he asks, as if mocking you

“He will never speak to me again!”

“GOOD!”

“IT IS NOT GOOD! IT IS NOT!” you scream, 

“Y/N! HE HURT YOU! HE HITS YOU!”

“HE IS STILL MY FATHER-”

“WHAT FATHER DOES THIS TO HIS OWN CHILD!” harry screams, as he slips the glove out of your hand, revealing the scars on your hand.

And you go mumm. 

“Dont you see princess, breaking that bond with your father has set you free?” he says, bringing your scarred hsand up to his face, his soft skin comes into contact with the coarse one of your hand, he kisses it, he kisses over every scar, and for a moment, you get lost in his touch, you let him pull you closer, you inhale his scent, you let him kiss your neck, let his hands slide around your waist, you just let him, not out of fear, not out of love, not out of anger, not out of happiness, you just let him.

Fresh tears start slipping down you face, and he stops. Looking at you, with concern, “are you alright-” but you just shake your head rapidly.

“The king would like to see you.” abigail comes to the room, harry nods his head, rubbing your arm, and leaves you alone. 

You drop to the floor, coming undone, your life wasn't supposed to go this way, you were supposed to live happily after you were married! You were so stupid! How could you not see this? Frustration fills your body, anger onwards yourself, towards Harry, towards your father, towards Deborah, you throw a candle against the mirror in your room, and fat tears of fear mixed with anger stain your face, as the candle burns your curtains.

Smoke fills your room, as the fire spreads across your bed and running towards the door, making it difficult to breath, you try to beat it, as you sprint towards the door yourself, but it catches up beforeyou could open them, trapped in the burning room, you scream frantically, for someone to come estignuish it, you ran towards the sofa, god was not on your side today.

After a bit of running around, avoiding the fire you stop, accepting your fate. After today, death seemed like the best option. 

“What were you thinking!” his father asked him

“I was not!” he retorted back

“Do you understand that you were married to his daughter not only because of her qualities, not only because we needed you to start acting like a prince rather than a simpering boy, but also to have good relations with other kingdoms!?”

“We have great relations with our neighboring kingdoms! And you are ought to not have any relations with a man like that!” harry says.

“He might be a bit crude, but what even prompted you to raise your hand on the man?”

“I only protected my wife.” they both had clamed down, “if it were you, you would have done the  same for mother.”

“What did he do to his own daughter that made you so violent?”

Harry doesnt look at his father, contemplating whether to tell him or not, it wasnt his secret ot share, it wasnt his problem? But again it was bdceause you were his wife and your problems were ought ot be his. 

“He kicked her.” 

What do you mean- “

That is when Harry hears your screams, and without caring about etiquettes or manners or anything at all he ran towards your chambers.

As soon as he reached the corridor, he could see his door on fire.

Harry froze for a second, he did not know what to say, you werent screaming anymore.

He couldnt hear your voice anymore, you were in a burong room, he might never get to hear your voice again, his fear slowly started turning into panic.

“GAURDS! WHY ARE THERE NO GAURDS!” he screamed, runnig towards the buring fire.

In that one moment, when his body cmae in contact with the fired door, harry did not care for himself, his only concern were you, only thing he was thinking about was you, oh how infatuated he was by your whole being, your existance, you just you. 

He pushed the hellish doors apart, to find a brning room. But no sight of his wife.

Frantically looking around harry ran towards the bath. 

And there you were, lying on the floor, as the fire fiercely surrounds you.

There you were.

A/N: fuck this, you know what, fuck it, lemme know if we want a next-life rebirth kinda shit.

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i'm 16 and sadly don't work at a bakery. so proud of harry tho 🥺🤧❤

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oii cah, vc pode fzr um concept do número 12 e 8 (smut)?

Frases: Contra a janela? Você está louco? | Eu quero foder você contra o vidro para que todos possam ver o quanto você aguenta. Mais alto querida, os vizinhos precisam ouvir que sou o único que pode te foder assim.

Personagens:Marido!Harry x Leitora.

Avisos:+18, conteúdo sexual.

Harry Concept #13

Um arrepio percorreu por sua espinha no segundo em que a porta se abriu e você viu seu marido entrando em casa, Harry tinha vindo para casa para uma pausa de 2 semanas, parecia um pouco patético o quanto você estava ansiosa esperando por ele, mas fazia quase um mês que não o via e isso realmente te deixou animada. Ele mal conseguiu passar pela porta antes de tê-la pulando em seus braços e seus lábios grudados nos dele.

"Pelo visto sentiu minha falta!" Ele cantarolou entre o beijo.

"Muito." Você moveu uma mão para os cachos dele, enquanto a outra descansou em seu peito, sentindo seu batimento cardíaco aumentar.

O beijo começou a ficar mais desesperado, as mãos dele tentando sentir e tocar cada centímetro de você enquanto você faz o mesmo com ele.

"Baby eu quero tanto te foder."

"Eu estive esperando por isso."

Sem cessar os beijos, ambos cambalearam até que estivessem no quarto, não demorou para que suas roupas estivessem espalhadas pelo chão.

"Eu não quero te foder na cama, hoje." Diz ele, com os dedos deslizando suavemente sobre sua boceta molhada.

"Onde você quer? No Chuveiro?"

"Contra janela." Afirmou com convicção.

"Contra a janela? Você está louco?"

"Eu quero foder você contra o vidro para que todos possam ver o quanto você aguenta."

"Harry." Empurrou seu peito.

"Não finja que isso não te excita, baby."Mordeu o lóbulo da sua orelha.

"Ok!"

Styles te beijou novamente, te levando até que suas costas sentisse a superfície fria, os lábios dele se agarram ao seu pescoço, beijando, beliscando, chupando e mordendo ouvindo-a se contorcer de prazer.

"Baby, eu preciso que me foda."

"Minha esposa está tão carente."

"Muito."

Harry virou-a, pressionando seus seios nu contra o vidro frio, puxou sua bunda para encontrar a firmeza de seu pênis esfregando-o lentamente entre sua boceta babada,antes de deixar a marca de seus dedos em sua bunda.

"Porra, Harry." Gritou.

"Isso! Assim mesmo que quero que esteja." Presunçosamente a provocou, empurrando profundamente para dentro de você, você até tentou conter seus gemidos, falhando miseravelmente. "Meu bebê sentiu falta de ter meu pau dentro de sua boceta, em?" Ele resmungou.

"Muito."

Harry não começou devagar, ele estava tentando te fazer gritar. Com uma das mãos em seus quadris ele pressionava firme contra o vidro, a outra esfregava seu clitóris, ele te fodia tão bem que não conseguia pensar em algo que não fosse seu pau.

Ele estava indo tão forte e rápido que a janela rangia, o volume dos gemidos só aumentava com o passar do tempo e você mordia os lábios tentando conter o que podia, mas cada vez que prendia os lábios entre os dentes era repreendia com um tapa em sua bunda.

"Mais alto, querida, os vizinhos precisam ouvir que sou o único que pode te foder assim." Ordenou puxando seu cabelo. "Porra, eu posso sentir você pulsando." Sua bunda já tinha um tom rosado pelos tapas que ele continuava dando. "Pare de se segurar, deixem saberem como estou fazendo um bom trabalho."

Toda e qualquer inibição que você tinha de se entregar totalmente ao desejo foram para o espaço no segundo que ele disse aquelas palavras.

"Porra!" Gritou, sentindo sua libertação tão perto que começou a tremer.

Você estava vendo estrelas, uma bagunça completa, choramingando e gemendo.

"Vai gozar para mim?" Ronronou em seu ouvido. "Goza minha esposa gostosa."

Você sentiu a pressão aumentando em seu clitoris, sua respiração irregular quando seus orgasmo explodiu em puro êxtase enquanto gritava o nome de Harry. Com os cabelos grudados na janela você desabou se não fosse pelas mãos fortes de seu marido teria caído. Ele não podia negar que gostou de vê-la assim, o excitou ainda mais, apenas mais duas estocadas foi preciso tê-lo mordendo seu ombro enquanto despejava cada gota de seu esperma dentro de você.

"Acho que todos os vizinhos agora sabem que você chegou." Riu em seu colo enquanto ele te colocava na cama.

"E espero que se acostumem porque essa não será a última."

"Uma nova tradição de boas vindas, Senhor Styles?"

"Uma nova tradição Baby!" Deu uma piscadinha.

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