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nationalharryleague · 4 years

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The Best Things Happen While You’re Dancing

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Genre: TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

Word count: 2.5K

A/N: Hi everyone! This is 2.5k of absolute tooth rotting fluff that was inspired by the Golden music video and the ultra talented @theharriediaries!! Thank you to Soph and Lu (@meetmymouth) for beta reading and giving me some direction when I needed it!! You can find more of my writing in my masterlist and I would LOVE if you could give me some feedback!! My requests are also open in my ask!!

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“The Italians drink a lot over dinner,” Harry told you in an informative tone, an attempt to order yet another very expensive bottle of red. “Wine is very important in Italian culture,” he tipsily explained across the table, dimples prominent from his cheeky smile. “I learned that in my Italian classes.”

“Oh, did you?” you teased back at him, feeling a bit floaty as you finished your third glass, only for Harry to fill it right back up, emptying the bottle on the table. You laughed and shook your head as you watched him make eye contact with the waiter, motioning for him to bring another bottle over.

“Vino, vino, vino,” he hummed under his breath, playing with the empty glass in front of him that was soon filled up again with the deep red liquid that had stained his pouty lips a deep red and his tongue purple. The two of you sat in the front patio of a small restaurant down the block from your hotel, under a giant and bright moon that made his eyes sparkle even more than usual.

He had a boyish flush to his cheeks, which could have been from the wine or the remnants of a scaldingly hot day in Italy; maybe both. You could still feel the summer heat radiating back up from the pavement below you after it had baked in the sun all day. The oppressive heat still hung in the air, just enough for a light sheen of sweat to be covering you both that seemed to make Harry glow on the dimly lit patio.

You two had found yourself in Italy while Harry had some time off because he insisted he needed to go and practice his Italian. “Devo andare per la mia istruzione,” he told you one day after he got home from his class. “I have to go for my education,” he translated a moment later after being met with a blank look from you. He practiced all day every day. He struck up conversations with locals, spoke with every fan who came to say hi, and attempted to translate menus and order every meal. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t, but he was trying nonetheless.

Harry in Italy was a special version of himself. He was smiley and carefree and always trying to fatten you up or get you drunk. When he was here, he seemed to wholeheartedly become the H you always knew, abandoning the rockstar and becoming the mushy and emotional man that told you he loved you in every sentence and needed to be touching you at all times. His hair had lightened a tiny bit from your days outdoors, his skin had grown tan and taken on a golden tone, a side effect of him constantly ignoring when you told him to put on sunscreen.

You drank and ate and talked until the restaurant was closing down around you, a common occurrence when you two had the opportunity to slow down and just be together for a while, trying to forget that there was anything else going on in the world outside this tiny town. If he hadn’t captivated the wait staff with his broken Italian and charming smile earlier in the night, you were sure you would have been met with eyerolls from those cleaning up around you. Eventually, you two walked hand in hand out of the restaurant and onto the sidewalk along the windy road, both of you full and drunk, and beginning the short walk back to your hotel.

He was smiling so wide his dimpled cheeks must have been hurting, a bright smile encouraged by the alcohol running through his system. His hair flopped over his forehead, curlier than usual because of the sea air and his lips were an even deeper purple than before. His beautiful mouth babbled, every thought in his head flowing past his lips in a slightly slurred mix of italian and english; a verbal expression of excitement and clumsiness.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight beside you, your fingers lazily interlocked with his, tugging him back when he moved too close to the street, hoping his wobbly legs wouldn’t trip on the uneven cobblestone sidewalk. You primarily didn’t want him to tear or stain his favorite light blue blazer if he took a tumble. He once told you it was his favorite because he thought the color looked like the sky on the day you had met. You remember blushing and pushing him away from you, telling him he was cheesy with a playful eye roll. “It’s my job to be cheesy!” he had defended himself. “Also, I’m not being cheesy, I’m a man in love.”

You were brought back into reality when he stopped in his tracks and pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around your torso. “We should dance,” he beamed, eyes wide like it was the greatest idea he had ever thought of.

“There’s no music, H,” you regrettably informed him while pushing his curls away from his forehead. You couldn’t help but lean in and press a light kiss to his cheek. His skin was warm and slightly sweaty on your lips, a salty taste invading your mouth.

“We don’t need music. All the music is up here,” he winked while tapping his temple. “We're listening to classical.”

“Oh I see, music man,” you joked, unable to contain your giggles.

“Shh,” he attempted to quell your laughter, bringing his pointer finger to your lips. “Can’t hear the music.” A sarcastic seriousness played across his face, prompting another grin to sneak onto your lips. You pressed a kiss to his finger, before giving into his demand and falling quiet.

You could never fight the spell he put you under. You lived in a cloud of Harry, an intoxicating daze that made you unable to focus on the bad of the world when he was around. He had seemed to melt down the walls you had built before you had met, a fact that made him endearingly call you his ‘Ice Queen’ every once in a while. The charm and wit he carried with him wiped away your practicality, always knowing how to convince you to play along with his antics and throw your precious caution to the wind. He was your rose colored glasses. He made your heart jump all day long and unexpected bursts of joy were felt in your chest whenever he smiled, laughed, or said your name. You were enamored by him, an all consuming love you couldn’t escape from.

“What are you thinking about, pet?” he asked softly, breaking through your loving haze. “You have your thinking face on.” A light smile continued to play on his lips but it was softer now, taking on a gentle questioning quality.

“Just thinking about how much I love you,” you confessed.

His eyebrows perked up and so did the corners of his mouth into a delightful smirk. “I mean, who doesn’t?” His smart ass comment earned himself a playful slap to his chest, but your attempt to wiggle out of his arms was thwarted when he pulled you even tighter to him. “That’s no way to treat your dance partner, my love.”

“I want a different dance partner,” you taunted, sticking the tip of your tongue out at him.

One of his hands fell from your shoulders to the small of your waist, the other found one of yours and he began to sway with care side to side. “Too bad, we’re already dancing,” he spoke softly into your ear. You two moved in an easy rhythm to a song only Harry could hear, a more caring and tender tone taking over for your previously playful one.

His cheek pressed to your temple and your bodies pressed loosely to each other. If you tried hard enough, you could hear the man’s soft hum of a melody you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Your feet fell carefully, wary of the uneven pavement in your heels, but you reminded yourself even if you were to fall, the arm looped around your waist would be sure to catch you. Small kisses peppered your forehead and you were released from his grasp for only a second for him to twirl you around, the skirt of your dress splaying out around you before being enveloped in him once again.

“I love you, angel,” he murmured softly when you found yourself resting back against his chest. He had abandoned his joking tone, shifting to a gentler and more serious cadence, pouring his soul into every word that left his lips as they brushed against your forehead. “I am so happy that I get to spend my life with you.”

“I love you so much. This is a happier life than I could have ever imagined for myself,” you spoke after a thoughtful pause. You were still swaying calmly, seeming to move in time with the cool breeze settling over the two of you, but Harry’s humming had been abandoned for a reflective silence.

“What kind of house do you want us to live in one day?” he asked abruptly, choosing to move in a seemingly unrelated direction.

“It has to be big; with enough rooms to fill with lots of cats and dogs, and when the time comes, maybe a baby. And I want a big porch to sit on together and watch the world go by on.” You felt him nod thoughtfully and with a hum of agreement.

“Do you want it to be the only house we ever live in? Or do you want to try out different places to find your favorite?”

“I think I want it to be our one house. I want us to be the crazy old people who have lived in the old rickety house at the end of the block forever; the ones who always have stories to tell and grandchildren constantly coming and going.”

“Can we be the ones who brag about never having a fight?”

“Do you mean the ones who lie?” you asked with a chuckle, looking up to face him. He broke out into a high pitched giggle, your favorite laugh of his. It warmed you to your core knowing that you were the only one who could make him laugh like that.

“Exactly,” he nodded in confirmation, still chuckling to himself.

“We can lie and say we’ve never had a fight as long as we never stop getting wine drunk and slow dancing to no music on random streets while on vacation,” you quipped.

“Sounds like a plan, my love.”

“I know we’ve talked about doing it, but when do you want to get married? I don’t want to inconvenience either of our careers with wedding planning or anything like that. I don’t really care as long as we get to spend our lives together.” The words fell freely from your mouth, the wine still running through your veins blocking the inhibition that probably should have kept the words inside your head.

“Getting married to you wouldn’t be an inconvenience, darling.”

“I know. Wrong words,” you chuckled. “Well, I guess I should have asked when you want to get engaged,” you corrected yourself. “I suppose we have to do that first.”

“Why not now?” he asked, with a mischievous twang in his voice. You felt one of his arms slip from around you and start rummaging in his jacket pocket.

“What?”

“I said,” he began again, “why not now?” His hand emerged from his pocket, presenting you with a tiny red velvet ring box.

Your mind went blank. Your usually rapid and incessant thoughts seemed to stop altogether in a mix of shock and awe. You knew this day, or night, would come eventually. You two had discussed a future together extensively and had agreed you didn’t want to spend your lives with anyone else, but you had never imagined the moment he asked you to be his forever. You had never imagined this moment.

His eyebrows slicked up, lips curled in a devilish smile, and he sank down onto one knee before you. Your hands flew up to your face and the wetness on your fingertips alerted you to the tears that had begun to fall down your cheeks, your heartbeat pounding loud in your ears.

“My dear,” Harry began as he settled onto the sidewalk, balancing carefully on the cobblestone ground. “I have been in love with you since the very first day I met you and that adorable little snort slipped out when you laughed at one of my bad jokes. You have been the first thought I have in the morning and the last thought I have before I fall asleep for longer than you know. You are kind and smart and funny and you light up every room you walk into. I do not want to spend another second of my life without knowing you’ll be by my side for the rest of it. Will you marry me?”

He looked up at you with hopeful eyes and you looked down at him through tearful ones. You began a furious nod, before choking out the only word he wanted to hear. “Yes,” you sobbed, holding out a shaky hand for him to slide the ring onto.

The ring was beautiful; dazzling under the light of the full moon and the dim street lights above you. It slid onto your ring finger with ease, sitting snugly like the ring was made just for you. It was simple, which Harry knew was your style and it held one (large) diamond in a simple silver setting, no bells or whistles needed.

Harry grabbed you by the waist as soon as the ring was secure and picked you up in his arms and spun, twirling you around like the two of you had just slipped out of a rom-com. Delighted giggles fell from both of your lips before he finally stopped, your laughter pausing when your lips found his.

It was a salty kiss, due to the sheen of sweat still sitting on Harry’s skin and the tears that were still streaming down your own, but it just felt so right. He was warm and smiling, lips still tasting of the pinot noir you had shared. Your lips moved together in a perfect harmony like they were meant for each other.

“Thank god you said yes,” Harry breathed when you finally separated. “I’ve been carrying that ring with me everywhere we go for two months now.”

With a playful eye roll, you pulled the curly man to you and connected your lips once again, unable to get enough of him. His intoxicating cologne filled your nostrils and you had never felt more safe or happy. The love you shared felt like when the sun warms your skin under a golden hour sunset; bright yet soft, spectacular yet easy. And you were ready for it to never end.

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sick-in-luv · 4 years

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A/n: Finn is my ideal type oops🤭💀 feel free to request💕

Warning⚠️:drug use

How you met:

🤘Finn Slater Anson🤘

• You and Finn met at one of his concerts.

• The drummer for his band was your best friends brother, Jessie,and he gave you two back stage passes so you could hang out with them after the show.

• Of course you didn't pass up the chance to go to a Curdled Blood concert,and she was just happy that she didn't have to go alone.

• "My brothers band is real cool you know? Nothing like you'd expect them to be. Well except maybe Finn,he's kinda creepy"

• She definitely sounded like she thought he was more than just kinda creepy,but you just shook it off. If she wasn't worried than neither were you.

• The concert was incredible. Both you and your friend got the privilege of sitting in the VIP area,where you were close enough to the stage to touch the band.

• It was your first time seeing them preform and you were more than impressed. Especially with the lead singer.

• You never expected someone who looked so grungy could have such an amazing voice,but you were hypnotized from the moment he started to the moment they got off stage.

• It wasnt long before a big guy with 'staff' written in his black tshirt led you to the back stage area,where you saw everyone except the lead singer celebrating with shots.

• Your friend squealed loudly as she ran towards Jessie,and you smiled softly as they exchanged hugs and greetings.

• You couldnt help but feel a little awkward as she introduced you to everyone,only being able to give a small wave and a high pitched "hi" with resulted in them cooing at how cute you were,making you turn bright red,much to their amusement.

• They kept up the friendly teasing until a deep,almost hypnotic voice sounded from behind you,taking everyone's attention.

• "Well,well,well. What do we have here?"

• There,in all his sweaty shirtless glory,was the lead singer of Curdled blood,Finn Anson,and his deep blue eyes were looking straight at you.

• His long dark hair stuck to his face and shoulders,and the stud in his eyebrow glistened under the light.

• Even flushed and covered in sweat,he was unbelievably beautiful.

• Suddenly you regretted dressing in such tight clothes as his eyes trailed over your figure,his tongue peircing flashing as he licked over his teeth.

• Jessie was the first one to break the tence silence with an awkward laugh,throwing his arm over your shoulders. "Finn! You remember my little sister right? This is her friend (Y/n)! You know the one she always talks about.?"

• Finn smiled sweetly,"(Y/n) huh?" He bent down to eye level, sticking out his hand for you to shake "Well (Y/n) it's real nice to finally meet you"

• You felt your face flush at his closeness,and all you could do was nod shyly and stutter out a hello,taking his much larger hand in yours.

• Instead of shaking it,he brought it to his lips,placing a small peck on the back of your hand.

• You made a small noise of surprise,making him chuckle as he stood straight up again.

• You heard the people behind you let out an audible sigh of relief,which made his eyes shoot to them.

• Something dangerous flickered behind the deep blue hues before his face was overtaken with a giant charming smile.

• "Great show you guys! You fuckin' killed that solo Joey!" You saw the lead guitarist smile nervously "thanks man! It wouldn't have been so great if you didn't spend all that time helpin us out."

• Finn rolled his eyes,smile still present "pshh don't give me that! You guys were amazing." His smile turned into a smirk. "I think this calls for a celebration dont you?"

• His question was directed at the band,but his eyes landed on you again,and you felt heat rise to your face.

• After that the night only got more overwhelming. It was a mess of groupies,alcohol and drugs. Smoke filled your lungs every time you passed a crowd and at this point you were begging to find a door out of the suite so you could get some fresh air.

• Your friend was nowhere to be found,and all of the noise and fumes were starting to make you dizzy.

• It felt like hours before you found the exit,and you practically ran to the door,throwing it open and dashing towards the balcony.

• You took a few deep breaths trying to clear your lungs of smoke,before you heard a familiar deep chuckle.

• Your head snapped towards the sound,and you saw Finn sitting on a deep red sofa at a dark wood table,a mess of white powder and an assortment of mushrooms,pills and a frightening amount of switchables scattered in front of him.

• A tall brunette in a tight black dress was seated on the armrest next to him,running her acrylics through his hair. She stood out even between the three other people sat on the sofa,snorting whatever was in front of them

• "I take it your not use to this kinda scene? Either that or you took something bad cause you look like your about to pass out."

• It took a while for you to process that he was talking to you,and when you finally did a you could do was nod dumbly.

• He chuckled again and motioned to the girl,who stood up and walked over to you,grabbing your hand,leading you to sit next to Finn on the sofa before going inside "Awhh poor baby,you're feeling a bit overwhelmed aren't you?" He cooed,pressing his cold black painted fingers to your forehead.

• He pulled away and reached over the table,grabbing a rolled up bill and putting it to his nose,quickly snorting 3 long lines of white powder before pulling back with a sigh,sniffing a few times and leaning back

• You stared up at him,taking in how his long lashes rested on his flushed cheeks when you saw a bit of blood trickle out of his nose. You gasped softly making him open his eyes amd look at you.

• "Hey i got something that can help you calm down and enjoy the party. What do you say?" He smirked wiping the blood away.

• You shook your head slowly. "N-no thank you." He laughed lightly and moved to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

• "You can trust me okay? I'll be with you the whole time. It only lasts for a couple of hours" You looked down and considered it for a second as he reached over the table again,grabbing a small square with a smiley face on it and pressing it against his tongue,just below his piercing.

• Before you could protest,he grabbed your face and pulled you in for a messy kiss,his tounge pressing against yours.

• You moaned involuntarily,partially because of the surprise but mostly at the feeling of his soft lips and the salty taste of iron mixed with the slightly bitter taste of whatever he had in his mouth invading your senses.

• You couldn't help but lean into him,your hands going up to grab at his shirt. He chucked into your mouth,letting out a curse before deepening the kiss,only for a second before pulling away.

• He stuck his tongue out again and laughed and your flustered state,and you could see that the little square was completely gone.

• "That should help you relax a little." He reached over the table again,this time grabbing a small switch blade,admiring it for a bit before clicking it open "Now the real fun begins"

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