#mean harry

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sunshine (part 1)

In which Harry's a dick and y/n is a virgin who cries a lot.

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Y/n wonders if she thinks too highly of herself.

She thinks she’s pretty. Not in an obnoxious, self-obsessed way! She knows she’s not a supermodel, and she definitely has a lot of days where she looks and feels totally dead – but at the end of the day, she’s not hideous. She splurges on pretty makeup products, does her hair in the mornings, spends a decent amount of time planning out cute outfits… you know, little things to make herself feel pretty!

She brushes her teeth twice a day, showers regularly, flosses. Wears pretty perfumes that smell like flowers and lip gloss that tastes like strawberries. There’s a stash of gum in her bag that she’s always chewing on, so she knows she doesn’t have bad breath; and she carries an extra deodorant in her backpack too, so you can’t tell her she’s repulsive or anything like that. 

She’s kind. She smiles at strangers and always laughs at people’s jokes (even if they aren’t funny)— holds the elevator door open and says a polite “good morning” or “hello!” with her happy, cheery voice. And even though she’s a bit shy, she tries her best to spread love and kindness in the world. It just makes her happy to make other people happy!

Plus, being nice means that everyone else is nicer to you. So even if she’s in a bad mood, she’ll fake a smile and pretend like she’s happy y/n.

But, she wonders... if she has all of these amazing qualities– if she really is as pretty and kind and wonderful as she makes herself out to be– then why hasn’t she been kissed yet?

She loves her friends, of course she does! But how is she so different from them? Why do all of her friends get asked out on dates and have amazing boyfriends while she’s still a lonely virgin who hasn’t even been kissed yet? 

It’s not like she’s this super virginal person who gets grossed out by boys! She wants to be kissed, she wants to get fucked! She’s toyed around with the idea of just downloading tinder and losing it all to some stranger in one night stand, but her romantic heart just can’t stand the thought of it. 

Yes, she’s desperate… but she’s also romantic. Love is on her mind 24/7. It’s what she thinks about before she falls asleep, what she daydreams about whenever she gets bored. She could spend hours with a romance novel, hyper fixating on the little things that most people wouldn’t blink an eye at. The way the boy’s hand cupped the girl’s jaw while they kissed, or how their fingers brushed as they walked down the street. Little things like forehead kisses and prolonged glances across a room. 

She craves it for herself, desperately aches for the affection that she reads of. She wants to rest her head on someone’s chest and listen to their heartbeat as she falls asleep, feel their fingers playing with her hair, or their lips skimming her cheek. Wants to laugh under the covers and share secrets and be vulnerable and in love. She wants it more than anything in the world! 

And yet, she hasn’t even been kissed! 

Everyone else seems to do it so easily – find a nice guy, go out on a date, and fall in love. So why is it so hard for her? Her friends tell her that she's the prettiest and sweetest girl out there, and that the right guy simply hasn’t come around yet… but y/n can’t help but think, is any of it true?

Is she even that pretty? Is she actually likable?

What’s wrong with her?

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Harry hates these stupid college parties.

They’re loud and stuffy, with way too many people crammed into one room for his liking. The alcohol is cheap, the music is annoying. The entire apartment smells like weed, and there’s not even a secluded corner for him to mope around in without some group of drunk girls completely invading his personal space. Everything about these parties sucks.

If he could, he’d leave. But he’s meant to give a ride home to his roomie Blake, and Blake’s currently hooking up with the host of this party. 

So Harry’s stuck here. Great. 

He checks his phone, and it’s nearly midnight. Blake should be done soon, right? The blonde girl who’s been talking to him for the past 20 minutes is getting awfully close, her hand trailing on his biceps and migrating towards his chest, and she’s blinking up at him with fluttery bambi eyes. 

Any other night and Harry might be into whatever this girl is hinting at, but he’s 100% sober and 100% not in the mood to hook up with a girl who’s taken one too many shots. He grabs the girl's hands and peels them off of his chest gently, muttering something about needing to use the restroom (he doesn’t even need to use the bathroom, he just needs a minute away from the pounding music). 

He sends her off in the direction of her friends, who are giggling to each other in a corner across the room and not-so-inconspicuously checking to see if their friend has managed to successfully get with Harry. He’s sure they’ve realized that he rejected her when they all glare at him. Sorry to disappoint, he thinks to himself. 

He’s nearly positive that any bathrooms in this shitty college apartment will probably be occupied, either with someone throwing up all the drinks they’ve had or with a couple hooking up. But no harm in trying anyway. 

The first door that he tries to open is locked. The second door opens up to reveal a coat closet. 

The third door however, opens up to a bedroom. 

The walls are decorated with posters and pictures, fairy lights hanging from the ceiling, and tiny pots of succulents placed all over the room… but the one thing that stands out the most is the overwhelming number of books scattered all over the room. There’s a bookshelf on each wall, cluttered with books of all colors and sizes. Stacks of books lie on the nightstand by the bed, a stray book sits on top of a dresser, and a pile of new, untouched books sits pristinely in the far right corner of the room. 

Books, books, and more books all over the room. And, a book in the hands of a girl sitting quietly in her bed, staring at Harry. 

Dressed in a hoodie and some fuzzy pj pants, the book that she’d once held up closely to her face now rests on her lap as she blinks up at this strange intruder. She sits upright, closing the book but sticking her finger between the pages so that she doesn’t lose her place. “Um… hi?” she says quietly. 

He steps into the room, and looks at her blankly. “Hi.” She blinks at him. “S’this room taken?” he asks.

“Um. Well,” she looks at him curiously. “No, I guess not.” 

“Okay, good,” he responds, quickly closing the door behind him. He sits on a spinny chair that he pulls out from under a desk and leans his head back, letting out a deep sigh of relief. 

The girl, with her finger still lodged between her book, stares at him confused. Who is this guy? 

He’s cute, and she’s mildly embarrassed that he’s come into her room when she’s looking so… sleepy. But he also seems kinda grumpy and is obviously not in the mood to talk. He’s leaning back in her chair and closing his eyes, gently rubbing his temples as if he’s meditating. 

She observes him with wide eyes. Then after a minute of silence she awkwardly picks her book back up and tries to resume reading. 

Kinda hard to do with some random guy sitting in her bedroom, though. 

In this secluded bedroom, the sound of the music has decreased dramatically. Harry’s pounding headache starts to fade away, and he feels himself start to relax for the first time since he arrived at this stupid party. He looks around the room that he so luckily stumbled into. 

The desk in front of him is, to no surprise, cluttered with more books. A laptop is plugged in in front of him, and there’s a cup full of colorful pens and markers sitting against the wall. Hanging on the wall is a string of pictures starring the same girl with different groups of people. 

He looks at the pictures hanging from the walls. Then he looks back at the girl laying in the bed. 

“S’this your room?” he asks, finally connecting the dots.

She looks up from the book again and nods. 

“Oh,” he hums, surprised. He supposes he should’ve realized it as soon as he walked in. Girl in a room full of books, reading a book. Face clean of all makeup, snuggled up in a blanket, nice and comfy as though she’s just about ready for bed. It’s a bit silly that he only made the connection once he saw her pictures up on the walls. “Why aren’t you out there partying?” 

“Um… not really my scene,” she says, closing the book and looking at Harry properly. Her nose scrunches up, “And it smells really bad in there.”

“Jesus, tell me about it,” he groans. “Could hardly breathe in there. In fact–” he says, already standing up, “d’ya mind if we open up a window? Still feels stuffy in here.” 

She shows no resistance as he slides the window open, accepting the fact that she’d be sharing her room with this stranger until the party was over. Harry sticks his head out and takes a deep breath of the cool, fresh air. Much better than the sweaty, smoky, sickly smell going on inside the apartment. 

When he turns back around, the girl has rearranged herself. She sits criss-crossed on her bed and looks up at Harry, fidgeting nervously with her lip bitten between her teeth. 

She’s kind of cute. 

Harry breaks the silence again. “I think your roommate is hooking up with my roommate right now.” 

“Oh.” She blinks. “Is your roommate Blake?” 

He nods.

“Yeah, Maddie’s been saying that she, um… you know,” she looks down at her hands as they play with a loose thread on the hem of her pants. “Wants to hook up with him or whatever.” 

He nods his head, leaning back against her wall with his arms crossed in front of his chest. As refreshing as the air is, the night time breeze is cold. 

“No offense,” he says, “But you don’t seem like you’d be friends with Maddie.” Maddie (y/n’s roommate) has jet black hair, wears heavy eyeliner and black lipstick everyday, and is at least a little bit high 90% of the time. Y/n, in comparison, has flowery bed sheets, a stuffed bunny tucked in next to her, and is hiding in her bedroom while a party being thrown in her own apartment. 

She just smiles softly. “Yeah, we met online. But she’s really nice.” 

He raises his eyebrow. “She seems like a bitch.” 

She defends her roommate immediately. “She’s not a bitch!” But then she thinks about it for a second. Maddie can definitely come off a bit… harsh at times. “Well… she’s usually really nice to me, at least.” 

That makes sense. It would be very hard to be mean to this girl, he imagines. She’s too nice. It would be like being mean to a puppy or something. 

Good thing Harry isn’t mean. He’s just… a bit of a grump. 

She taps her fingers against the cover of her book awkwardly, staring at Harry as he looks up to her ceiling and closes his eyes. He just wants to be in his bed right now. 

After a few more minutes of silence, Harry pushes himself off the wall. “I think Blake should be done,” he says, checking the time on his phone. “I’m going to leave now.” 

“Okay,” says the girl quietly. She watches as he leaves with a nod of his head, and shuts the door behind him. 

That was weird, she thinks. 

Whatever, though. She opens her book and forgets about it. 

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Don’t people say that drowsy driving is just as bad as drunk driving? What constitutes drowsy driving? Should y/n even be out on the road right now?

She doesn’t know. All she knows is that Maddie woke her up with a phone call at 2 AM, asking if y/n would come pick her up from Blake’s apartment cause she was too high to get back on her own and she doesn’t want to stay the night there. 

Y/n, being the sweetheart that she is, obviously wants her roommate to get back safe. So she’s in her car, at 2 AM, yawning every three seconds as she drives to the location Maddie sent her.

She texts Maddie from the car, but Maddie doesn’t respond. She calls her, then sends another text, but still no answer. After 10 minutes of no response, she goes up to the door and knocks. 

Maddie doesn’t answer. Instead, it’s Harry.

His eyebrows furrow as recognizes the girl from that party he’d been at two weeks ago. She looks just as comfortable as she did then, in a big pink hoodie and a pair of sweats. “What are you doing here?” he asks, his voice confused and his eyes doubting. Not many people come knocking at his door at 2 AM.

Unlike y/n, who looks like she just rolled out of bed and drove here (that is exactly what she did), Harry looks like he’s been up all night (he’s been playing COD). He’s not wearing a shirt and has a pair of sweats slung low on his hips, showing off a chiseled abdomen that acts as a canvas for a multitude of pretty tattoos. Y/n finds herself staring at the swallows that lie under his collarbones, the butterfly painted above his stomach, and the ferns lining a yummy pair of v-lines that point downwards… she swallows thickly and forces herself to look away. 

“Um,” she covers her mouth as she yawns, hiding her cold fingers with the sleeves of her hoodie, “Maddie needed me to drive her home.” She blinks sleepily, and can’t even bring herself to be embarrassed that she looks so dead.

“It’s 2 in the morning,” he scoffs. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

She blinks sleepily again. “I was.” 

Harry rolls his eyes. If it were him, he would not have gotten up and driven all the way over here. Someone else’s problems are not enough to get him out of bed. But, this girl… she’s too nice. 

He leaves her at the door and goes to Blake’s room, pounding on the door rudely. “Hey!” he yells, irritation evident in his tone, “your roommate’s here.” 

He hears a bit of shuffling, before Maddie stumbles out of Blake’s room, makeup askew and clothing only half on. She giggles up at Harry and apologizes playfully, but he just glares at her. Her eyes are glazed over and the whites of her eyes bloodshot, very obviously high if the way she couldn’t walk straight wasn’t enough of an indication. 

He feels bad for the stupid girl who drove all the way over here in the middle of the night because her roommate wanted to get high.

Maddie trips over her own feet and falls into y/n, who uses all of her strength to keep her roommate upright and walks her slowly down to the car. “Are you feeling okay?” Harry hears her ask quietly. He scoffs to himself.

He doesn’t get it. How the fuck has this girl not lost her shit? Her irresponsible roommate woke her up at 2 am and made her drive all the way to some stranger’s house, and yet she still manages to be so… gentle. So kind, to someone who barely even deserves it. So caring, to someone who seems to care so little. 

As y/n helps Maddie get into the car, she looks back up to the apartment and sees Harry watching them from the doorstep. They make eye contact for a few seconds, his eyebrows furrowed as he leans against the doorframe. His gaze makes her heart stutter, a chill running down her spine. He looks… upset. Almost like he’s mad at her.

It makes her frown. She wants to say something to him, apologize for ruining his night… but then Maddie sticks her head out of the car and vomits. 

Harry shakes his head and turns away. 

That girl is too nice for her own good. 

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“Hey.” Blake pokes his head into Harry’s room, where Harry’s busy playing a round on his computer, “Do you mind if Maddie and her friend come over?”

“Don’t care,” Harry mumbles, uninterested, not looking away from his game. 

“Sick,” he turns around to go back into his own room, but stops when Harry suddenly pauses his game and calls out to him.

“Who’s the friend?” Harry asks, turning around. 

“Y/n,” Blake answers. Harry stares at him, his brows furrowed. The name doesn’t ring a bell. “Her roommate.” 

“That quiet girl?” Harry clarifies.

“Yeah, that one.” 

Oh. So her name was y/n. 

Good to know. 

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It’s dark out when Harry finally turns off his game, sliding his headset off and stretching his back. He lets out a long groan as he feels his spine crack, a delicious feeling after being hunched over his controller for three hours straight. 

Standing up, he scratches at his stomach lazily, throwing his headset onto his chair. His arms feel a bit sore, having been to the gym earlier that day, and his hair is still wet from when he showered. He puts on a sweatshirt, finding his apartment too cold to be roaming around shirtless, and heads to the kitchen to find something to eat. 

He stops in his tracks when he finds y/n sitting in his living room all alone. 

She’s got a book in her hands, a thick, worn-out novel that looks older than herself. She’s sitting comfortably on their couch with her legs tucked underneath her butt, so engulfed in whatever she’s reading that she doesn’t even realize that she’s not alone anymore. 

It’s the first time he’s ever seen her outside of her sleep attire. She’s wearing a pair of loose, comfy looking corduroy pants, and a tight top that cuts off just below her ribs. Her chest rises and falls steadily, eyes skimming across the pages of her book so quickly that he wonders if she’s actually absorbing any of the words or not. She chews on her lip as she reads, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. 

When Harry finally speaks, it makes her jump in her place. “Where are Blake and Maddie?”

Her book nearly falls out of her hands as she whips her head around. When she sees it’s him, she relaxes. “Oh. Um,”  she sits upright, closing her book, “They’re in his room.”

He nods slowly, squinting his eyes. There’s no nice way to ask his next question, so he just spits it out bluntly. “Why’d you come over if you’re just sitting out here while they hook up?” 

She tucks her hair behind her ear nervously, feeling a little shy under his intimidating gaze. “Maddie was my ride to campus today. And she wanted to stop by here before we went home.” She shrugs quietly, “So I kinda had no choice.”

He huffs. Of course. 

Y/n says that Maddie’s nice, but Harry really doesn’t like her. How weird is it to drag your friend somewhere just to have them sit alone while you go hook up with someone? 

“How long have you guys been here?” he asks.

“Like, an hour.”

“So you’ve been sitting around doing nothing for an hour?”

She pouts. “I had my book.”

He blinks. She just sat here reading for an hour, while her roommate abandoned her to go hookup with Blake… and she’s okay with it? 

She is too nice for her own good. 

“Do y’want some pizza?” he asks, already opening the freezer.

Normally, y/n would say no. She’s kind of an unwelcome guest and she doesn’t want to be a burden on Harry. But… she hasn’t had anything since breakfast. And Maddie still hasn’t come out. She’s kind of starving.

“What kind?” she asks politely.

“Umm… cheese or pepperoni.” 

“I don’t like pepperoni,” she confesses shyly. “But also I could just pick it off if you want pepperoni. Whatever you want.” 

He rolls his eyes, shoving the pepperoni pizza back into the freezer. He wants to scream at her to stop being so nice! Stop being so considerate and just say what you want!

He puts it in the oven to bake, setting a timer for 15 minutes, then takes a moment to contemplate his next move. He could either go back into his room, where he could lie in bed and nap until the pizza was ready… or he could stay in here and sit awkwardly on the couch so that y/n wouldn’t be all alone. 

99% of him wants to just go back into his room where he can be grumpy and alone in peace… but then he looks over at y/n, who’s sitting on the couch all by herself. She looks so uncomfortable and out of place, tracing her thumb over the raised up font on the hardcover in her hands.

The 1% of him that feels bad for her wins. He sits down next to her on the couch. 

He nods his head towards the worn out book, which looks thicker than anything he’s ever read. “Are you reading the fuckin’ bible?” 

“No,” she shakes her head, laughing to herself quietly. She runs her fingers over the grooves of the title, a feeling so familiar that it comforts her when she’s feeling so out of place. “It’s Wuthering Heights.” 

He furrows his brow. “Never heard of it.” 

“It’s good,” she says. “Kinda dense, but I’ve already read it a few times. It’s one of my favorites.” 

He nods again, tapping his fingers on his thighs as silence overtakes the apartment once more. He looks around the living room, trying to find something else to say. 

Y/n’s heart pitter patters in her chest nervously. She can’t help but feel a bit nervous around Harry. She’s pretty shy in general, and Harry’s stoic demeanor certainly doesn’t help her relax. Her voice is quiet as she asks, “Um… what’s your major?” A feeble attempt on her end at a conversation. 

“Math.” 

“Just math?” she parrots.

“Mhm,” he cracks his knuckles. “Pure math.” 

She huffs out a quiet breath, a pout on her lips. “I’m in a math class right now.” Her fingers pick at a piece of fuzz that’s stuck on the couch. “Calc 1. It’s really hard.”

“Mm, yeah.” Harry hums, “Took that during my first year.” 

She looks at him with wide eyes, “Did you pass?” 

He holds back a smile. It’s amusing, how earnestly she’s asking him – a math major – if he passed Calculus 1. That class was generally easy for him, mostly just beginner stuff compared to the math he does now that he’s in his third year. But he doesn’t say that. “Yeah, I did,” he says simply, not wanting to make her feel bad.

She nods, looking back down at her book. “I’m kinda scared. Our first midterm was really hard.” 

He hums sympathetically. Even though it was easy for him, he knows that calc class is infamously hard for others – especially for those who aren’t math inclined like himself. “How about you? What’s your major?” 

His legs are spread apart so that he takes up nearly half the couch, whereas y/n sits curled up on the other corner, trying to take up as little space as possible. “Bio,” she readjusts herself so that she’s sitting crisscrossed, her book still clutched to her chest protectively. “With a concentration in ecology.” 

Ew. He hates biology. Actually… he hates everything except math. Math is easy for him. 

The oven beeps. A rush of relief fills his chest, finally free from this awkward conversation, and he eagerly abandons y/n on the couch to get the pizza out. He’s hungry, starving, and doesn’t bother with a plate or anything before grabbing a slice and shoving it in his mouth. 

“Come have some,” he mumbles, mouth full.

She timidly walks over to the kitchen counter that he’s standing at, wiping her sweaty hands on her pants, and takes a slice as well. Blowing on it, she takes a much smaller bite than Harry did since it’s still so hot. She doesn’t know how he managed to already finish a whole slice. 

Now that they can focus on eating their food, there’s no need for any more small talk. They eat comfortably in silence, only acknowledging each other when y/n asks for a napkin. He nods towards one of the drawers, asking her to grab him one too, and then they’re back to eating in silence. 

Blake and Maddie burst out of his room a few minutes later.

“Harry made dinner!” exclaims Blake, coming over and reaching for a slice of pizza. 

Harry yanks the tray out of his reach. “Get your own pizza,” he mumbles, putting the pizza back down in front of y/n. He looks at her, and nods his head towards the pizza, inviting her to take another slice. 

Maddie stops her before she can reach for a second slice. “Ready to go?” she asks. 

Y/n nods, wiping her hands on a napkin. “Thanks for the pizza,” she whispers to Harry, quiet enough so that only he hears. 

“Yeah,” is all he says. He barely looks at her, too busy scarfing down his third (maybe fourth) slice. 

She grabs her stuff and follows Maddie out of the boys apartment. 

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“Hey!” Maddie pushes her way through the stuffed apartment, reaching her hand out towards y/n. “Listen, I’m gonna go home with Blake.”

“W-What?” Y/n’s head is foggy, her brain a little clouded from the few drinks that she’s had. Y/n doesn’t normally drink, so the little bit of alcohol in her system has had its intended effect and gone a bit further as well – her cheeks are warm, and she feels the world sway a little bit as she looks up at Maddie with a pout. “But– but what about me?”

Normally, y/n stays home whenever Maddie wants to go out and party. She prefers the comfort of her own bed and hates the anxiety she feels when she’s drunk and wobbly and surrounded by a bunch of strangers. But Maddie had assured her that they’d be together all night, that she’d take care of her if she got drunk, and that she’d drive them home whenever y/n wanted to leave.

She’s broken all three of those promises. 

When they got to the party, Maddie abandoned her as soon as she saw Blake across the room. Luckily, y/n saw some of her own friends that she was able to hang out with, some girls from her ecology class who gave her a yummy strawberry smirnoff. They talked and laughed and y/n was having a good time, slowly but surely getting a little bit tipsy. The drink was so yummy, and Maddie wasn’t there to keep an eye on her, so she didn’t realize that she’d gone a bit over her tolerance. 

She’s a bit tipsier than she’d like to be in a public setting, surrounded with people she doesn’t know, and it’s too dark outside for her to get home safely on her own. And now… Maddie wants to abandon her? For Blake? 

“Don’t worry!” Maddie exclaims, completely disregarding the worry flickering in y/n’s glazed eyes. “I’ll order you an uber home!” 

Y/n bites her lip nervously. An uber? At this time of night, when she’s all drunk and stumbling around like a sad little baby deer?

“Um… can’t you take me home before you go with Blake?” 

Maddie rolls her eyes, “come on, really? I’ll pay for the uber. It'll be fine.” 

Y/n’s heart beats loudly in her chest, “I-I’m scared of going by myself, Maddie. I think I had too much to drink, I don’t feel safe.”

Her roommate purses her lips in a firm line, as if she’s annoyed. She looks around the apartment, tapping her foot impatiently, then she lights up with an idea. “Stay here,” she tells y/n. 

“Harry!” Maddie calls out, making her way back to the other side of the apartment. “Hey, Harry!” 

He’s sitting on a couch, next to a pretty girl in a tight black dress who has her legs splayed across his lap comfortably. There’s a furrow in his brow that makes him look pissed off, but his hand rests very comfortably on this girl's thigh and he makes no objections as she plays with the collar of his shirt. His head whips over to Maddie as she tramples her way over to him.

“What is it?” he snaps, voice closed off and irritated. 

“Can you drive y/n home?” 

He blinks. “Huh?” 

“Can you drive y/n home??” she says again, frustrated.

“Why?” 

“Cause I’m going over to your apartment with Blake and she needs a ride home.” 

He stares at Maddie unbelievingly, and peers over at y/n, who’s sitting all alone on the other side of the apartment. Her lips are pouted sadly, staring down at the floor with a far off look in her eyes. 

“Why can’t you take her home?” he grumbles, looking up at Maddie with a glare in his eye.

She huffs, impatiently stomping her foot. “Cause I’m going home with Blake right now! Come on Harry, it’s not that far! Please?” 

He shakes his head. “Fuckin’ unbelieveable,” he mutters under his breath, pushing the girl off of him as he stands up. 

“Thank you,” she sighs, dragging him behind her. “Y/n,” Maddie says, stopping in front of her. “Harry’s gonna drive you home.” 

She looks up, eyes wide and round. “H-Harry?”

“Yes,” she says harshly, “you guys are friends, aren’t you?”

“Um…” y/n doesn’t know what to say. She wouldn’t necessarily consider them friends just because they shared a pizza. 

Her night out with Maddie was meant to be fun, but right now, she just feels abandoned and kinda scared. And Harry doesn’t seem too happy about this either, which makes her feel even worse.

“Lets go,” he snaps, jaw clenching tightly as he swings his car keys around his index finger. She flinches at his tone and digs her nails into her palms nervously. 

She’s trapped. It’s either Harry takes her home, or she takes an uber all by herself. And she’s too scared to get home alone right now. 

With a final look towards Maddie, who stares back at her dismissively and shoos her towards Harry, she stands up shakily and follows Harry out of the crowded apartment. 

The air outside is much colder than the apartment, goosebumps immediately rising on y/n’s skin and making her shiver. Harry doesn’t acknowledge the way she stumbles over her feet, walking ahead of her briskly. She’s forced to keep herself composed, wrapping her arms around herself to keep warm and nearly jogging to keep up with Harry’s long strides. 

He unlocks his car doors and gets into the driver’s seat. Y/n opens the passenger’s side door for herself and takes a seat, buckling herself in quietly.

Turning on the car, he notices the way her arms are tightly crossed in front of her chest. He turns up the heat, and pulls out of the parking lot. 

They play no music and say nothing, driving in silence.

“Sorry you have to drive me home,” she says faintly after a few minutes. 

His turn signal blinks softly. “Can’t believe your roommate just left you,” he mutters irritatedly. 

She says nothing in response. She stares out the window, a lump in her throat as the drive past the streets of college houses and apartments. The red light they stop at and the name of the streets go blurry from the tears gathering at her waterline. She sniffles softly.

Harry whips his head to her. “Why are you crying?”

Her lower lip wobbles as the first tear falls from her lashes. She wipes it away quickly. “I don’t know,” is all she says with a watery voice.

He stares at her befuddled, brows furrowed and eyes a piercing green, but she refuses to meet his gaze. She just looks outside the window in a melancholy haze, lost in thought, eyes unfocused as tears drip down her face silently. 

He sighs deeply and taps his fingers against the steering wheel, praying for the red light to turn green so that he can get this girl home as soon as possible. 

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When they arrive at her place, he sits in his car and watches as she stumbles up the steps of her apartment. She mumbled out a soft thank you through her tears and managed to climb out of his car smoothly, but the way she wobbles on her feet makes Harry worry that he shouldn’t leave until he’s sure she got in.

She stands in front of her door for a solid two minutes, trying to find her keys, and Harry taps his fingers against his thigh impatiently. When she finally finds them, she struggles to fit the key in the lock, hands shaky and her vision still blurred from the tears. Aaaand then she drops them. 

Harry sighs and puts the car in park. By the time she’s picked the keys back up, Harry’s already gotten out of his car and reached the top step. He takes the keys from her and easily unlocks her door. “In,” he mutters, ushering her into her apartment impatiently. 

He follows her into her bathroom and turns the light on for her. Their eyes meet in the mirror as he asks, “can you get yourself ready for bed?”

She nods, looking down at the ground sheepishly as he leaves her to take off her makeup and brush her teeth. She opts to skip her skincare routine and doesn’t even bother with putting her jewelry back in her jewelry box, simply just leaving her earrings on her bathroom counter to deal with tomorrow. 

Harry’s probably gone back down to his car by now, she thinks. It’s so embarrassing, how he had to drive her home and guide her into her bathroom. He seemed annoyed with her. He probably thought she was so messy – an annoying, overdramatic girl who started crying in his car for no reason. 

More tears bubble in her tears as the hot wave of embarrassment washes over her. She was such a mess, of course she’s never been in a relationship. Nobody would want to date someone like her. 

She takes off her clothes and whips off her bra, sniffling to herself sadly. Slipping on her favorite sweatshirt, a huge pink one that goes down to her mid thighs and covers her hands, she uses the sleeves to wipe away the excess tears in her eyes. She stumbles over herself a bit and bangs her foot against her dresser as she reaches for a pair of sleep shorts and it only makes her want to cry even harder. Drunk y/n is extra emotional, and every little thing is sending over the edge. 

As she’s stepping into her pair of sleep shorts, her bedroom door opens, Harry walking in with a glass of water in one hand and a pill bottle in the other. She trips over herself as she tries to pull her clothes on as soon as possible, but it just makes her lose balance and stumble to the side. His eyes widen and he turns around quickly, muttering a quick fuck to himself. 

“Sorry,” he mutters. “Are you decent?”

Y/n regains her composure, cheeks burning as she pulls her shorts over her hips. This night could not be going any worse. “Yeah,” she says quietly. She hopes it’s dark enough in the room so that he doesn’t see her flaming cheeks and puffy eyes. 

He turns around and hands her the water, which she immediately starts chugging down. She didn’t realize how thirsty she’d been until she’d seen the glass in Harry’s large, tattooed hand. 

“Slow down,” he grunts. He pops open the pill bottle and takes out one Advil for her. “Take this.” 

She grabs the pill from him obediently and swallows it down with the rest of her water. Then she looks up at him, as if waiting for his next instructions. 

“Bed,” he says, nodding his head towards her daisy printed sheets. She goes to climb in but trips over her shoe that she’d messily discarded on the floor. Harry grabs her waist before she can fall to the floor though. 

“Jesus,” he murmurs. This was like the seventh time she’s almost fallen over tonight. Is she always this clumsy or was it the drinks? 

He grabs her hand and physically guides her into her bed, making sure she lays down properly and lifting the sheets for her to climb under. Grabbing her ankle, he literally has to guide her under the blanket, then lets the duvet fall over her gracefully. 

“All good?” he asks, once she’s tucked nicely into her bed, teeth brushed and medicine taken so that she wouldn’t wake up feeling gross tomorrow. 

She looks up at him, eyes no longer tear filled but still clearly sad. “Yeah..” she says quietly, however her eyes flicker around her room as if she’s searching for something. 

He furrows his brows, and glances in the direction her eyes have landed. A stuffed bunny lies on the floor next to the shoe that she tripped over. He bends over and picks it up, handing it to her questioningly. She takes the bunny and snuggles it into her neck, eyes fluttering as if she can finally relax. “Thanks,” she whispers. 

Harry nods curtly and heads for the door. When he turns around one final, y/n is watching him with sleepy eyes. “Bye, Harry,” she squeaks out. 

He stares at her for a second. “Bye.” Then he closes the door behind himself.

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Y/n wakes up with a pounding headache and an upset tummy.

That was mortifying. 

She’s never gonna be able to face Harry again. He was so annoyed with her, she just knows it! The way she dragged him away from that party, cried in his car, and tripped over herself like a stupid goat with clanky legs… oh, he probably thinks she’s the worst! 

She wishes she had more control over her emotions, that she could’ve held in the tears until she was alone in her bed… but she just felt so miserable last night. She had wanted to start crying literally when Maddie first yelled at her at the party, but she tried to stay strong. Kept herself together so that she at least didn’t start crying in the middle of a party.

But then… getting in the car with Harry. God. The deafening silence, the irritation radiating off of him… it made her feel terrible. She felt like a nuisance, like an annoyance and a burden. 

And she completely humiliated herself in front of Harry! The cute guy that she maybe sort of had started to have a tiny little crush on, simply because he was cute and mildly nice to her and she has a habit of romanticizing small interactions.  

There was no chance he’d ever want to be in a room with her after this. He probably wants nothing to do with her. 

She stumbles out of her bed and plants her feet on the ground, her head spinning a little bit as she squints her eyes. Her little stuffed bunny has fallen onto the floor again, and she picks it up and places it onto the bed next to herself. She remembers how Harry had picked the bunny up and given it to her before she fell asleep last night, like she was some little kid that he was stuck babysitting. 

Ugh. She’s never going to talk to him again. 

+++

Harry stands outside of his lecture hall, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed angrily. His eyebrows are furrowed in classic Grumpy Harry fashion and his lips are pursed in a disgruntled frown. 

He’s annoyed. 

He stares at y/n, who’s sitting on a bench not too far away. Her tote bag sits on the floor next to her feet and there’s a book in her hand, her finger in between the pages as a temporary bookmark to not lose the page she’s on. 

There’s something about her that just… annoys him so much. He can’t quite explain it.

The way her cheeks dimple as she smiles up at the guy talking to her, tucking her hair behind her ear gently when it falls into her face… it makes his jaw clench angrily as he watches her from a distance. She’s so nice. Too nice. 

She laughs at something the guy she’s talking to says and it makes his stomach feel sour. He doesn’t like it.

Blake’s hand snaps in front of Harry’s face. “Bro. Stop staring.” 

Harry forces his eyes to look away, brows still furrowed grumpily. “Wasn’t staring,” he mumbles, pushing himself off the wall and going into the lecture hall. 

“You were,” he responds, following closely behind. “She’s really nice… I dunno why you hate her.”

“Who says I hate her?” Harry scoffs. “I never talk to her.” Especially as of late, she’s quiet as a mouse around him. He was over at her apartment to pick Blake up the other day and she’d only said a quiet “hi” before scurrying back into her room, like a scared little bunny in the presence of a snake or something. 

“Well… I mean, you could be nicer.”

Harry furrows his brows. “What do you mean?”

Blake hesitates. “Like… I dunno. Maddie says you made her cry.” 

“Huh?” He thinks back to that night… “How was that my fault?” All he’d done was driven her home and tucked her into bed? She just started crying on her own!

“She’s just kind of sensitive,” says Blake. “I know you probably weren’t trying to mean, but you’re definitely not sunshine and rainbows. You’re scary, did y’know that?”

Harry rolls his eyes. Everyone seems to have this preconceived notion that Harry's this huge dick who never smiles… and though it’s true that he rarely smiles in the presence of strangers, he’s not an asshole! He just doesn’t feel like wasting his energy in pretending to like people he doesn’t actually like. Or smile when it’s much more comfortable to furrow his brows and pout grumpily. 

And he finds that usually his grumpy demeanor works in his favor – people stay out of his way, and he gets to avoid the headache that comes with interacting with people. But now this girl… this sunshine girl who always has her nose in a little book and always says please and thank you and is nice to everyone and stumbles over herself like a little puppy who's learning how to walk… she’s gone on and made him feel bad about it. 

How annoying is that? To have the nicest person on the planet think you’re scary?  

“I wasn’t trying to make her cry,” he mutters, irritated. “I didn’t even say anything to her.”

“Well maybe that’s the problem. Like… just try. I think you’ll like her.”

He doesn’t think so. She’s too nice. They probably wouldn’t get along. 

+++

There are three things y/n does a lot.

The first is studying. Her grades come first, always. She’ll be at the library for hours at a time, snuggled up in a booth with an iced coffee and her color coded notes, studying until she can barely keep her eyes open. It’s unhealthy, and she really should take breaks more often… but she just gets really nervous about her grades! 

She’s used to being at the top of her class, and has always been a straight A student.  But recently, she’s been struggling. She’s doing fine in her chemistry class, and absolutely thriving in biology. But calculus… calculus is her worst enemy.

The second thing she does a lot is reading. She’s been a bookworm for as long as she can remember. Her most frequent genre is romance (obviously!), but she’ll dabble a little bit in the popular fantasy series, maybe pick up a thriller every once in a while. And if she’s feeling sophisticated, she’ll try to read one of the classics… something philosophical, like Camus, or maybe something a little heavier, like War and Peace. But those situations are rare. She prefers her little world of romance.

The third thing that y/n does a lot… is cry. 

She’ll cry if she watches a sad movie, she’ll cry over a sad book. She cried when Finnick died in The Hunger Games, and she cried when she finished Of Mice and Men. She cries every single time she watches Pride and Prejudice (2005), sobs her eyes out when Mr. Darcy says, “You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love- I love- I love you.”

She cries if someone yells at her, and she cries if she thinks someone doesn’t like her. She cries almost every time she’s drunk (example: when Harry drove her home), and she cries in the middle of the night when she’s feeling homesick. She cries for no reason when she’s getting close to her period… and sometimes, she cries because she’s just lonely.

Now, you might be thinking… y/n sounds super annoying. But please don’t think that! That would also probably make her cry.

She’s just a tad bit sensitive! She has so many emotions in her little heart, and she’s trying so hard to be responsible and manage life as a young adult but at the end of the day she’s just a girl!!! She’s just a girl, and she’s tired and stressed out and lonely and touch deprived, and sometimes she has a hard time keeping everything together so she just… cries.

If she could control it, she would! Do you really think she wants to be crying in the library? Of course, not! It’s embarrassing, and she’s trying really hard to keep her sniffles quiet and to suck the tears back into her eyeballs… but when she’s sad, she can’t stop the tears.

So now she’s crying in the library. And it’s all because of Issac Newton.

Why did he have to invent calculus? Like, what was even the point? Why did she, as a girl studying ecology, have to take this stupid class?

She buries her face in her arms, the tears unstoppable at this point, and just hopes that anyone walking past will think she’s napping and not crying her eyes out. 

She’d studied really hard for that last midterm. Like– she’d literally been in the library for a week straight, just doing calculus problems over and over again. She went to office hours to get help on all the questions she was stuck on, and was watching the Organic Chemistry Tutor’s videos religiously. She did so much math that she was literally having dreams about doing calculus. 

And yet, even with all of her studying, she still managed to fail the midterm. Like… she seriously failed it. As in, if she doesn’t get an A on the final, she will literally have to retake the class.

She’s so sad. She’s never gotten a grade this low, ever in her life. And she’d tried so hard!!! The morning of the midterm, she’d actually felt confident! She thought she had it in the bag!

She was so, so wrong. 

She feels stupid – not just because she failed the midterm, but because she’s literally having a breakdown about it in the library. 

This is stupid. Everything is stupid. School is stupid, Issac Newton is stupid, calculus is stupid–

“Y/n?” 

Uh oh. She tries to wipe away her tears discreetly, licking her lips and clearing her throat and desperately hoping that it’s not obvious that she’s been crying. 

When she lifts her head, she finds Harry standing in front of her. “Why’re you crying?” he asks bluntly, looking down at her with his brows furrowed.

Ok. So it is obvious.

“Um,” she sniffles, “Hi Harry.” She hopes that maybe if she pretends like everything is fine, then he won’t pry any further. 

It doesn’t work.

“Why are you crying?” he asks again. There’s not much compassion or comfort in his voice. Same old grumpy Harry, so blank and impassive. 

She shrugs her shoulders, feeling small and embarrassed. “I– it’s silly,” she stammers, looking down at her fingers. 

Harry doesn’t say anything, staring at her and waiting for her to continue. 

She swallows thickly. “I failed my midterm,” she whispers, her voice catching as a new lump grows in her throat. 

“How bad?”

One lone tear falls down her face as she shakes her head disappointedly, which she wipes away quickly. “Really bad,” she whimpers. Her cheeks burn hot as she realizes that she can’t hold back the tears any longer. She quickly averts her eyes from him, staring into her lap and hoping that he can’t see her face.

This is the second time he’s seen her cry, which is two times more than she would like. He probably thinks she’s some silly, over emotional girl… probably thinks she’s so annoying. She just wants to curl up in a ball, hide in a dark hole and cry by herself. She can’t handle Harry’s judgment on top of her shitty midterm grade.  

He stands there silently for a moment. Her lower lip has pouted out cutely and he can hear her sniffling quietly. “Was it math?” he asks. 

“Yeah,” she grumbles sadly. Stupid math. 

He hums. After another tense moment he asks, “Do you want help?”

“Help with what?” She stares down at her fingers, her tone dejected. The happy glimmer that usually sparkles in her eye is gone. 

“With math,” he clarifies. “I can help you.”

She looks up at him curiously, still pouting. “You’d help me with math?”

He nods, pulling out the chair next to her. “Let me see your midterm,” he says, nodding his head towards the packet of math problems she’d just been sobbing over. Embarrassingly, the front page is stained with a few tears, but she hands it over nonetheless. 

He scans over the first page quickly, reading the question and seeing how she answered it. “Do you know why you got this one wrong?” 

She sniffles and shrugs. She hadn’t even tried to look over the questions, too mentally exhausted to even try and understand what mistakes she’d made. 

“Look. You tried to cancel out the tan3x, which would make sense in any other case… but since it’s to the power of 4 you could really easily have used integration by parts.”

“Wish I knew that before I took the fucking midterm,” she huffs.

“Hey,” he tsks. “Learn from your mistakes so that you don’t make them again. You need to know this stuff to do integral tests later.”

She shakes her head. “I tried so hard, Harry,” she barely whispers, her voice exhausted. “Like I studied so much, and I really really tried to make it all make sense. But it’s just so hard for me.” She sniffles and wipes away more tears, taking a shaky breath and looking away from Harry. 

She doesn’t want to try anymore. She just wants to give up.

He purses his lips, brows furrowed. There’s something about seeing y/n upset that just feels so wrong. She usually brings so much… light into a room. Seeing her cry makes it seem like the entire universe has gotten a little sadder. 

“You’ve got the right idea when you’re solving these…” he tries to comfort her (though he’s never really been good at comforting people), “It’s just little things that you’re doing wrong. And it’s probably because you’ve got a shit professor who just has you copy down problems.”

“That’s literally all we do!” she whines, not even caring if she sounds like a baby. “He does the problems so fast and then I have to go home and try and figure out how he did it all by myself!” She sniffles and puts her head in her hands, more tears dropping from her eyelashes. She’s exhausted, her head starting to hurt as she exhales a shuddery breath. 

He lets her cry a little bit. “Listen,” he says gently, turning to face her. The normal furrow in his brow is gone, his gaze a little bit softer. “Next time you come over with Maddie, bring your notes and we can go over them together, okay?”

She sniffles. “Seriously?”

“Yes.” 

“Like actually?”

“Yes,” he says again exasperatedly, rolling his eyes. He stands up from the table and puts her midterm back down in front of her. “Lighten up, sunshine. One bad score is not the end of the world.” 

She feels a bit silly now that Harry’s witnessed her having another breakdown in the library. But, despite how little he said… he actually helped her calm down. This was not the end of the world. 

“Okay,” she whispers, “thanks, Harry.” 

He nods and walks away. 

Maybe he doesn’t hate her, she thinks to herself. 

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“I’m going out,” Maddie says as she walks into the kitchen, discarding her half full coffee mug on the counter as she grabs her car keys from the hook in front of the door. 

“Your mug!” y/n tuts like a mother. Maddie rolls her eyes as she pours the last of her coffee down the sink and puts the mug in the dishwasher. Y/n ignores the dramatic eye roll, knowing that Maddie’s just playing around, and asks, “Where are you going?”

“Over to Blake’s,” she responds with a wink. She’s been telling y/n about how she’s been waiting for Blake to text her all week because she doesn’t want to be the one texting first all the time… weird situation-ship stuff that y/n’s never experienced before. Seems like he finally texted her, with how excited Maddie is to be going over. 

Just as Maddie is about to step out the door, y/n remembers Harry’s offer. He’d been serious, right? He hadn’t just said that because she was crying… right? She really hopes not, because she really could use his help. She’d been up for hours last night, trying to do the homework, but ultimately giving up because she got too frustrated with herself. Maybe… maybe he’d be able to help her?

“Wait!” y/n calls out, “Um… can I come with you?”

Maddie raises an eyebrow, “Why do you want to come over to Blake’s apartment?”

Y/n turns a bit shy, “Harry… he’s, um, helping me with math.”

“Harry?” Maddie’s eyes glimmer curiously. “He’s literally such a dick. He’s helping you?”

“He’s not that bad…” y/n mumbles, remembering the ounce of kindness he’d shown to her in the library the other day. He’s just a little bit… reserved, she’s started to realize.

“Please. He literally never smiles. I dunno how you got him to talk to you, he always ignores me when I’m over.” 

(Honestly, she doesn’t blame Harry for not talking to Maddie… she sometimes ignores Maddie in her own apartment too…)

“You have two minutes to meet me in the car or I’m leaving without you!”

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With her schoolbag in hand, y/n taps lightly on Harry’s door. Blake had told her to just go in, but she feels like that’s rude, so she stands in front of his door nervously and waits patiently for him to open. 

“What?” he grunts, opening his bedroom door. “Oh.” The furrow in his brow softens the slightest bit when he sees it’s y/n. He’d thought it was Blake bugging him about something. Y/n is a much… nicer surprise. 

“Hi,” she says, chewing on the inside of her lip nervously. “I was wondering if… um, you could help me out with my calc stuff?” 

He stares at her for a second, then says, “yeah.” 

He opens the door wider and she follows him in. His room is messy, but not gross. The bed is unmade, three half full water bottles on his nightstand, and there’s a pair of sweatpants on the floor… but at least it doesn’t stink!

His computer screen is paused mid-game, and she realizes that he’d still been holding his controller when he’d opened up the door for her. He throws a jacket that had been thrown on the back of his chair onto the bed, and motions for her to sit. Then he pulls up another chair that was sitting in the corner of his room to sit next to her. 

“Let’s see it,” he says, shutting down his computer. 

“So…” she takes her laptop out of her bag, setting it down on his desk and turning it on so that she can open up her homework assignment. While it loads, she unlocks her ipad to the scratch work she’d done last night. “I was trying to do the homework last night, and I think I’m supposed to be doing integration by parts but honestly I’m not even sure how to do that… so I’m kind of lost.” 

Harry leans over her ipad and looks at the work she’d done. It’s… wrong. 

“Can I see your notes for integration by parts?” He asks, trying to figure out how she ended up with 1 as her answer when it should be a much larger, much more complicated mix of trig and integrals. She scrolls up until she lands on a page titled Chapter 7, and points to the second example on the problem. Her notes are cute, written in pink with girlish, bubbly handwriting. However, it’s clear that she’d been struggling to keep up with the lecture, some of her work completely scribbled out and replaced with messy numbers and formulas. Next to one of the big portions of scribbled out math, she's written “WHAT???” along with a sad face doodled underneath it.

Clearly she’s a bit confused. 

“Okay…” he scrolls down to a new page in her digital notebook and copies down the example problem that had confused her. “Let me show you how you do integration by parts first, and then we’ll look at the homework problem, okay?”

“M’kay,” she hums compliantly, crossing her legs and hiding her hands in her sleeves. She feels a bit… nervous. She doesn’t want Harry to think she’s stupid. But she’d rather have her ego a little bruised than fail the next midterm too. 

“So… you do integration by parts when you can’t just do normal integration… usually if there’s e^x in there or a natural log then you know that you have to do integration by parts.” 

She nods, following along quietly. 

“In this one… you have x times e^x dx… you have to break it up into two parts, U and dV. And then you take the derivative of U and find the integral of dV. And you plug that into the formula. Do you know the formula?”

She blinks at him. “Um…” she shuffles through her notes and finds it. “It’s this.” 

“Good… so what you do is you assign x to either U or dV and then e^x(dx) to the other… and then you find dU and V based off of that. Should we make x be U or dV?”

She purses her lips, “Make x=U?”

“Yes…” he nods. “Do you know why?” 

She shrugs. “I guessed.” 

His lip quirks up in the first smile y/n’s ever seen from him, a slight dimple popping up in his cheek. “S’cos we have to either find the derivative of U, or find the integral of dV. It’s way easier to use the derivative of x, cause it’s just one. If we made x equal to dV… then we’d add a fraction and a power of two to our equation and it’ll just make things ugly.”

“Oh.” She stares at his hands as he writes down what he just said in math terms, scribbling in his boyish handwriting that U=x and dU=1. “Okay.”

“So if U=x, then dV is equal to….”

“e^x?” she answers. 

“Good,” he says gently. “And what is V?”

She stays silent for a moment, searching the paper as if it’ll give her an answer. He senses her confusion and helps her out, saying, “IF V is the integral of dV, and dV is e^x…” 

“Well Isn’t the integral of e^x still e^x?” Her voice is unconfident, looking up at Harry with wide, round eyes.

“You’re right,” he says encouragingly, a soft smile on his face. “Stop doubting yourself so much.”

A reciprocating smile spreads on her face, feeling a little more confident with Harry’s praise. 

“All you do now is put your numbers into the formula. Can you do it?”

He hands the pen over to her, their fingers brushing. Her hair falls in front of her face as she leans over the page to write down her answer, and Harry watches softly as she tucks it back behind her ear. He notices how long and delicate her eyelashes are as he stares at her side profile.

“Is that right?” she asks quietly, trying hard to be confident but still so nervous that she’s done it wrong.

He tears his eyes away from her face. “Almost,” he says, leaning forward. Their arms brush against each other, the space that they initially had set between their chairs having shrunk as they worked on the problem together. She can feel his breath as he quietly murmurs next to her ear, “You just need to add +C at the end.” 

She furrows her eyebrows and turns her head towards him, and feels her heart stutter as she realizes how close their faces actually are. “What does the +C mean?”

“It’s just like… it’s supposed to represent any constants that we couldn’t find. Because when you take the derivative of a constant it just ends up being zero, so when you’re given an integral and doing the anti-differential process… you don’t know if there was actually a constant there or what it was. So the +C is just representing any constant value that could’ve been in the answer, even though you don’t know what the number is.”

She blinks at him. “Um… okay. I’ll just pretend like that made sense.”

He chuckles, the first time she’s probably ever heard him laugh. “It’s honestly not that important to get it. Just remember to add +C every time you take an integral.”

“Got it…” she says, adding the +C. 

“Think you can do the next one on your own?” 

+++

“Harry,” y/n pouts. “It says I’m wrong but I dunno why.” 

He pauses his game and slides out of his seat, going over to y/n. She’d relocated to his bed after they did a couple more problems together and felt confident enough to do the rest by herself. His chest brushing against her back softly as he leans over her shoulder, going over her work. “What’s the integral of sin(x)?”

“Cos(x),” she says confidently.

“Not quite…”

She sits there for a second, brows furrowed. “Oh!” she adds a negative in front of the cos(x).

“There you go,” he grins down at her. 

She lays down on his bed, her hair splaying out behind her as she throws her ipad on his bed, relieved. “Harry. You’re a genius.” 

He laughs, a quiet huff of air that passes out of his nose with an amused smile on his face. “So it makes sense?”

“I think you should be teaching our class. You’re so good. Thank you for helping me.”

He hums, giving her a satisfied smirk, and goes back to his game while she finishes her homework. It's a strange setup, sitting in his bed and doing her homework while he plays, but she doesn’t mind it. 

In fact, it’s kind of nice.

Harry’s kind of nice.

She kind of likes Harry.

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sunshine - part 2 (already posted on patreon!) : In which Harry's a little bit nicer, and y/n is very excited to possibly, hopefully, maybe be kissed.

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Halftime**

I saw the pictures and I had an idea...so here's a quick little one shot in which Y/N is very horny for her boyfriend but Harry is really wrapped up in the Brazil vs. South Korea match.

(I hate to toot my own horn but I think this is some of my best work yet 😮‍💨)

Warnings: masturbation, spoiled orgasm, CNC!, rough/forceful sex, mean Harry, unprotected sex, degradation & dumbification,

WC: 3.1K

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@jessitpwk @permanentllyharry @here4thefanfics @angelbabyyy99 and @victoria-styles I think you'll like this one 😈

Y/N had been able to take a few weeks vacation (after saving all of her vacation time) and was able to join Harry for his latin America leg of tour. She had been having a blast at the shows, she’d been to plenty of his shows and they were all impressive, but seeing him playing stadiums of that sheer magnitude all on his own made her feel so proud of him. It had just been a phenomenal experience. Harry was also very happy to be able to bring his girlfriend along, she was a working girl and they rarely got this much time together. However now the world cup was in full swing and Harry was suddenly very invested. It was amusing to her because never once had he ever talked to her about soccer in the years they had known each other. He watched if his friends or cousins did but he didn’t follow any teams or care to know about the players, their stats, and drafts like he did for American football - he would even bet on American football and would win a lot because that was a sport that he cared about and knew surprisingly well - but like tons of other bandwagonners out there he suddenly gave a shit about soccer because it was the world cup. But this meant that he had been ditching her to watch the matches. 

At first she didn’t really care, but now it was getting out of hand. Their time like this was limited and it was a bit annoying that once this tournament was all over he would go back to not giving a flying fuck about soccer, like many people, and their time together would have been completely wasted. Maybe it was bothering her so much because she was ovulating and was inconsolably horny, Harry had read but hadn’t answered any of her texts asking him to come back to the room and for the third time on this trip she was panting as she pulled her vibrator away from her sopping center. Her pussy was pulsing steadily as she came down from her orgasm, but it wasn’t enough - not in the slightest. She was aching for more and despite the sensitivity she was sure to feel she moaned quietly as she pressed the tip of the silicone vibrator to her clit again, swirling it around to create more friction. Her legs fell open even wider as she thrust up against it, getting there even faster than before.

“Mmmmm, fuck!” She gasped as the vibrations started to fulfill their purpose. Her toes curled and her stomach muscles flexed up as her mouth dropped open in a silent cry as she started to unravel again, “Oh shit!” She whimpered quietly as the waves of pleasure rippled through her entire body, giving her the chills as she worked her way through it all. It was good, but it could be better, so much better. She needed to get stretched and filled up and she hummed in satisfaction as she dragged the vibrator down to her entrance and bit her lip as she teased her entrance with it, the vibrations tickled her in the best way as she coaxed her needy, little hole open for it, but it wasn’t the same…she didn’t want to come again like this. She wanted Harry’s dick, it was bigger than this vibrator, thicker and longer and it reached the parts of her that ached for a pounding. She huffed and shut it off before reaching for her phone again and opened their texts in her state of frustration.

Baaaabeeeeeeee 😭 please come to the room I’m so horny for you. Need you. Been all wet and achey for you. Look.

Is what she typed out and sent it. Then she ran her fingers through her sticky and aroused folds and then dipped them right at her entrance where it was all being gathered and she snapped a picture of her fingers dripping with her arousal. How could he deny her when he saw that? He was just as much of a horn-ball as she was, if not worse, so there was no way he would resist this. She waited patiently and after about ten minutes she checked her phone again and saw that he had read the message and she got upset and started to type again angrily.

You know what, nvm. I’m glad I had the foresight to bring my vibrator with me on this trip. Keep watching your game, I’m gonna go out. See you later.

Y/N was nearly boiling over with frustration, sexual and the regular kind. With an aggravated groan she grabbed her vibrator and rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom to wash it properly. She then decided she would take a quick body shower to cool down before she headed off to explore.

*********

Harry had been completely consumed by the game, his friends and some crew members were around and he was having fun with everyone. Yeah, soccer was not a sport he really cared about but it was more entertaining with everyone else. When Y/N texted him the first few times it was just things like “come back”, “I’m bored”, and then a gif of Vanessa Hudgens singing “Baby Come Back to Me” and it made him chuckle and roll his eyes but then something happened in the game and he set his phone down. It was nearing halftime when she had sent a new message about her being horny and as he read over the message a picture came in and he swallowed thickly as he saw just how wet she was. They hadn’t had sex in a couple of days, he’d been a little jet lagged and worn out from prancing around the large stages he had been occupying. She had just sucked him off after that first night in Argentina, he had been at the stadium all day admittedly watching the game and he was exhausted, so after he came he quite literally knocked out. And now he had grown evidently hard in his shorts and he couldn’t stand up right now. These were thin running shorts he was in and there was nothing he could do to hide it. He also knew that there were fans stalking him at the hotel and taking photos so he didn’t want to do anything. He started typing out a message about giving him a bit to get over there but then the team they were rooting for got scored on and they started going off. 

“Fuck…” he grumbled. That goal, on top of being fully hard and unable to do anything about it, plus dying of the obscene Brazilian heat outside had his mood souring quickly. And then his phone went off again and he groaned in irritation as he opened up yet another message from Y/N:

"You know what, nvm. I’m glad I had the foresight to bring my vibrator with me on this trip. Keep watching your game, I’m gonna go out. See you later."

Reading that made him even more upset. He was fuming mad at her insinuation that he cared more about this stupid game than what time they had together, it was one fucking game and he was hanging out with his friends and his crew. She was being a selfish brat and, it was about to be halftime so he knew he had at least fifteen minutes to set her straight. He decided to just grab the towel he intended on using at the gym and held it strategically as he stood with a huff. 

“I’ll be back, I’m just gonna check on Y/N real quick.” He said to Pauli before heading off. He was walking fast with his head down, avoiding making eye contact with any potential fans or staff who would surely ask him for a picture or something. He was more than grateful that he was able to make it into the lift without anyone bugging him and he rode on up to their floor. She was in for something when he got up there.

********

Y/N’s shower had helped curb her horniness, but she was still upset and her feelings were a little bit hurt. She didn’t want to be grumpy so she needed to find something to do for fun, just for a few hours until she was properly cooled off. She reached for the fresh towel on the rack and wrapped her body up in it before stepping out and drying off her feet before sliding into her slippers and trudging out to the room where her suitcase was. She started looking through her clothes, pulling out a fresh pair of undies and bra to get on and then she picked a t-shirt and after debating, between two bottoms she chose a pair of denim shorts. She laid her outfit out on the bed neatly, just giving it a final look over when she heard the lock on the door beep before Harry barged in looking upset.

“Hey, what’s gotten into you?” She asked carefully as he came up to her and just pushed her face down into the bed and she gasped as his hands yanked the towel from around her and dropped it on the ground then she yelped as his heavy palm came down and smacked her ass hard. “So fucking impatient. Sending a picture like that knowing I am out in public!” He scolded her and smacked her ass hard again and she hissed, “Acting like a brat. Like I’ve got nothing else to do than roll around in bed with you all fucking day.” He seethed as he shoved his shorts down his legs. She first thought he was just playing at something, but he was actually upset at her and it made her feel confused.

“Wait. You’re mad at me when this whole time you’ve-”

“I don’t want to hear it, Y/N. You’re so fucking horny for my cock? Shut up and take it.” He growled lowly and she gasped as he grabbed her hips hard and lined his hard cock up with her pussy from behind. He didn’t warn her at all when he thrust into her hard in one fluid motion. His girth spread her open for him forcefully and finally, the ache she had been feeling for him was satisfied. She felt her legs tense up at the sheer force as he held himself inside, it was so deep it hurt a little bit but in the best way. In the way that only he could make it hurt, it mad her eyes screw shut and her jaw drop as he ground his hips against her, “Such a selfish and needy little slut.” He said as one of his hands left her hip and slid up her spine. She felt him grab her hair and she wasn’t ready for the pounding he was about to give her.

“Baby-”

“Don’t baby me.” He seethed as he drew back and then thrust back into her hard and he drew back out again and started pounding into her at a brutal pace as he pulled her hair back, stretching her neck out, “You act like you’re the only. Fucking. Person. That matters. In. The world.” He punctuated his words with harsh crippling thrusts, he was so fucking deep she was sure he was bruising her cervix and she just let out strangled cries. Despite his frustration with her, her tight walls were getting wetter for him and squeezing his aching cock in the most delicious way.

“Harry, y-you’re going really hard!” She whimpered out in a strangled cry and he groaned.

“You can take it.” He mumbled, “A greedy, little cock whore like you can take it. Or am I wrong?” He grunted as once again, the tip of his cock collided harshly into her cervix and she clawed at the sheets as she cried out an indescribable sound. Harry moaned at the warmth and tight fit of her pussy around his erection and he pulsed his hips steadily into the same spot, “Now you’re all out of words for me?” He questioned her mockingly as her eyes rolled back and she was paralyzed, this was too much. It was too much. She was struggling to breathe as he thrust into her but it felt so fucking good that she couldn’t even think. He had never been this rough and forceful with her and it completely ruined her, she was in a daze as he started to slow down his pace but kept fucking in until his balls would collide with her ass. 

Harry had never been this rough or forceful with her and he wanted to keep going, but he grew slightly concerned at her lack of response, maybe she didn’t want to have sex anymore and he just…assumed she would still want to, “Do you want me to stop?” He asked her and she hummed and shook her head, “Are you OK?” He asked and she nodded.

“I just-I just…I can’t…Ohhhh!” she trailed off into a loud moan as he ground into her. He grinned as her back arched up and she fisted the sheets so hard her knuckles turned white. He bit his lip and groaned deep as the head of his cock rubbed into the softest and hottest part of her.

“Fuuuuck…” he hummed with a smile at the feeling coursing through his veins, “Fucked you stupid, brat? Is that it?” He taunted her as he started picking up the pace again and the irritation she felt at his patronizing was riling her up but oddly she didn’t want him to stop, “Answer me. Or are you too fucked out to speak? Hmmm?” He grinned again as she let out a soft whimper, “If you don’t answer me I’m gonna stop and you’re not going to come.” He warned and she hummed and grinned. If he wanted a brat, she’d be a brat. He started to pound into her relentlessly again, making her thighs quake, but she found her voice.

“W-what do I c-care. Already-” she swallowed thickly, “Came twice no fucking thanks t-to you.” She managed and he felt his anger flaring up inside of him once again and he pulled out of her and flipped her over. One of his large hands came down to her neck as he thrust back into her hard again, making her wince as he lowered his face to be over hers.

“Then why the fuck are you bothering me then, huh?” He asked as he started railing her into the mattress and she pouted, “Don’t pout at me, baby. You’re just being a pain in my ass.” He scolded her as he started squeezing tighter around her neck and her eyes fluttered shut. She was soaking his cock and even his balls felt sticky from how wet she was, “Just an annoying. Little. Attention whore.” He grunted. He felt her walls start to pulse around him and he grinned, “Halftime’s about to be over, have friends waiting for me. F’you wanna redeem yourself be a good girl for me and tighten up so that I can come.” He demanded and she bit her lip and tightened up her pelvic floor, causing her walls to squeeze around his bare cock deliciously, “Fuck, that’s it baby. So fucking good for me.” He praised her, “Love your tight little cunt, always makes me come so hard.” He panted and she moaned how she could with her restricted airflow. Her vision was getting spotty and she was starting to struggle a bit. He was close, she could feel it.

“Come inside me.” She breathed out and he groaned as he leaned down and kissed her ardently, releasing some of the pressure around her throat and she inhaled deeply when he parted from her lips. His blown out eyes met her own teary ones.

“Yeah, want me to fill you up with my cum?” He asked mockingly, “Not just my personal little groupie, but also my little cum slut?” He panted and she moaned again as she bucked her hips up against his own, meeting his thrusts, “Fuck, I’m gonna come!” He groaned as he picked up his pace, chasing his orgasm. His thrusts were all over the place but she was still so fucking close, “Got such a big load for you, baby girl.” 

“Mmmm. Give it to me.” She moaned seductively and he grinned as he thrust into her a few more times before his eyes closed and his jaw dropped as he groaned, brows creased deep as he started to shoot his thick, milky ropes of sperm deep into her pussy. “Fuck…” she giggled breathily, “I can feel it.” She panted as he snaked a hand down in between them and rubbed at her clit, which made her arch her back as he thrust in a couple more times, looking down between them to see his cum start to leak out of her entrance and suddenly he pulled out and removed his hand from her and she huffed in protest. But then she saw him start to bend over and she smiled as she settled into the mattress, lip between her teeth, itching to feel the first lick of his tongue on her pussy and she even opened her legs a bit wider, she was so ready to come for him. But then she felt an odd tickle on her shin and she sat up on her elbows to see the towel in his hand as he wiped off his half-hard cock before he just dropped the damp towel over her hips, “Clean yourself up before you make a mess of the bed.” He said as he then reached down to slip his legs into his shorts and she frowned.

“Wait, baby but what about-”

“Your orgasm? You already came twice, right? No thanks to me?” He asked in a snippy tone as he slid his bare feet into his vans haphazardly and she pouted.

“Harry, what the fuck?” She asked, fully offended and he leaned down and grabbed her face in his large hands and quickly smushed his lips into hers.

“Gotta go, s’three minutes until halftime’s over.” He said lowly, “Fix your fucking attitude by the time I come back and maybe then I’ll make you come.” He mumbled against her lips before he headed to the door, “And use that fucking vibrator one more time and I won’t make you come until the day you leave!” He called back before the heavy thud of the door closing resounded through the room and she fell back onto the bed boiling over in anger. She wasn’t even sure how long she was laying there, but she reached for her phone near the top of the bed and opened up her instagram and immediately scoffed at the first picture on her explore page. Harry all chipper greeting some fans, after what he’d just put her through?

“That petty little son of a bitch…” she whispered spitefully.

[demolition-lovers-blog]

Mafia Harry x (non) virgin y/n

Pt 5

Smut, angst

Y/n had never seen Harry this mad before she didn’t know how to approach him or ev n if she should at all. She knew he has to be strong and almost evil sometimes to run the empire he does but to her he never really showed her that side of him.

Y/n was scared not that she thought Harry would hurt her, she knows him better then that. He always left his Mob boss persona at the door. What could have made him so mad, she hoped it wasn’t something she had done, she hasn’t been on the receiving end of one of Harry’s punishments yet and she is torn if she never wants to be or really wants to be. Confusing she thinks how can she want two different things that contradict each other, maybe she was overthinking anyway she hasn’t been anywhere to do anything wrong so she feels she has no need to worry that this explosion going on downstairs has something to do with her. That doesn’t mean she is going to venture out of the bedroom and downstairs to find, she thinks waiting here is her best bet.

It seems she was right in staying in her bedroom until she shrieked and almost fell of the bed when her door flew open and there stood a very pissed off Harry styles.

“H-Harry?” She tried to really hard to not sound as terrified as she actually was. He says nothing, his piercing green eyes pinning her down. Y/n can’t help but move her body slowly towards the headboard in a way to put even the smallest bit of extra distance between her and and a extremely frightening Harry. She feels like that are in a stand off that is never ending.

So when he takes a step towards her she can’t control the small sob that falls from her lips, she is honestly scared. If Harry had not been so fucking mad, over finding out one of his trusted men betrayed him and stole a 5 million dollar drug shipment he might have realized that he shouldn’t have come to find y/n until he got his anger under control. If his head was clearer he would see the true fear on his girls face.

Instead he stalked towards the shaking girl with the devil in his eyes and a need to fuck out all his anger. Harry wasn’t usually a selfish man when it came to his lovers and he especially wasn’t selfish when it came to y/n. Right now though he only had his own needs on the forefront of his mind.

Y/n watches as Harry stops at the end of the bed, she has practically curled herself up in fetal position against the headboard.

His voice comes out harsh and demanding.”I want you to strip and then lay on your back with your arms above your head. You will stay still if you can’t follow my instructions then I will tie you down, do you understand.” She nods and starts to sit up to take her clothes off when his hand roughly grabs her face.” You will answer me with words! Now I’ll ask you again do you understand?” He growled, a few tears ran down her cheek as she answered him. “Yes Harry I understand.” “Good, now strip.”

Y/n can’t quite get her body to stop the tremors that are running thru it, as she is laying as Harry had instructed, he is fully dressed looming over her like he is trying to decide what to do to her. She sees him removing his belt, she still isn’t sure what put him in this mood, she wonders is it something she had? She can’t recall doing anything, he gave her a sweet kiss on the lips when he was leaving this morning and now well she didn’t know what was going on.

Harry had been rough with y/n a few times and she had always enjoyed it, she wasn’t so sure that this was going to be the case this time. As she was lost in her thoughts she didn’t notice Harry had placed himself on the bed scooting up towards her, her shirt was gone and his pants open and slightly hang off his hips.

Y/n just stared at him as he moved his way up the bed till he was throwing one leg over her head encasing her face between his thighs. “Open.” He commands as he pulls his himself out already extremely hard. She does what she is told and before she can blink he shoved his cock straight down her throat. Her reaction was to bring her hands up to push him off but he only grabbed them and pinned them under his thighs.

Harry continued to to fuck her face with no thought to her, he was enjoys her gagging and tears which if he payed attention were sobs. When he finally pulled out to give her a second all her heard was her scream “RED!RED!RED!”

That was the moment he finally snapped out of it looking down at the girl he swore to protect, his girl. Y/n was sobbing, he quickly got off of her and went to lay down by her side but she turned away from him and that broke his heart. He can only imagine how hurt you are, he prays not physically but he can’t even be sure of that.

“Baby, oh god baby.” He gets out in shaking breaths.”I’m so sorry, baby. Please, please y/n look at me. I need to see your face to know your ok.” All he got was a scoff and her back stiffened “I don’t need to do anything for you! The only thing I need is for you to leave.” She was trying to be strong but they could both hear the tremors in her voice as it was breaking more with every word she spoke.

He went to gently rub her back but she jerked away. He knew he had no choice but to give her the space she needed right now.

“Alright darling, I’m gonna go downstairs for a bit. I love you y/n and I’m so sorry I never want to hurt you and I’ll do anything to make things right between us.” Harry hung his head as he got no response and exited the room shutting the door behind him. As soon as the door clicked he heard her sobs and he has never felt like such a piece of shit that he does right now. Whatever it takes he will make it up to her, he has to he can’t loose her.

To be continued….

[sunsfawn]

babysitting gone wrong

[zlarirosa]

harry likes laying on his husband every morning in hopes of him letting the both of them call a day off for once. it's worked once, so it might work again

[stil-lindigo]

reverb in an empty hall.

prints (all proceeds go towards aid for Gaza)

[tagerrkix]

WHERE IS HE D:

(sorry for deleting and posting this again 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️ one tiny insignificant thing was bothering me and when I edited it it wouldn't show on reblogs and that kinda made me go 😠😠😠)

[u3pxx]

KIM KITSURAGI - “Is that. My kineema.”

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - Something in him is about to break, *big time*.

EMPATHY - And it’s not going to be pretty, do something!

- DRAMA [Formidable] - Everything is fine!

- “Sure is.”

DRAMA [Formidable: Failure] - Surely he’s aware that he’s not the *only* person in the world who owns a Kineema?

YOU - “Is it really *yours*? I mean, plenty of people have their own Kineemas, right? Like working men, government offices, uh, firefighters I guess, maybe even animal control people? Exactly! A million different people who could’ve driven it into the uh…”

DRAMA - Pause, my liege! Ixnay on the Ineemakay!

YOU - “It could even be our *mysterious* joyrider!”

KIM KITSURAGI - Your frenzied babbling falls deaf to the lieutenant's ears. Instead, he approaches the broken vehicle, sunken in the ice. He moves with a caution and gentleness you haven’t seen him display before.

INLAND EMPIRE - It must be cold and lonely down there, in the icy water. Maybe he could sense its sorrow, calling to him…

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Easy: Success] - His hands, which are always stiffly placed behind his back, are trembling.

ENDURANCE - This is the shuffle of a tired, tired man.

HALF LIGHT - He’s going to do something drastic because of you. Oh god, terrible! You’re a terrible liar! You can’t look at this, you just can’t!

VOLITION [Formidable: Success] - It's not *you* who drove his kineema into the sea. You have plenty of faults, but this one is decidedly not yours.

KIM KITSURAGI - He kneels down with his head bowed, casting his face in shadow. He plants a hand on the ice to stabilize himself, squinting to get a better view of the motor carriage. “Detective, it says ‘57’ on it.”

YOU - Sweat drips down your brow, and you feel a terrible headache coming. “Maybe our joyrider has an affinity for that number?”

LOGIC - He's not stupid, he knows that it's not that.

KIM KITSURAGI - “57.”

YOU - “What about 57?”, you brace yourself.

KIM KITSURAGI - “Precinct 57.”

YOU - You wince. “Kim, look-”

KIM KITSURAGI - “When I woke up in the Whirling-in-Rags with no memory of what happened during the days before, I've taken note that something of mine has gone missing.” He grits his teeth. "A very. Important. Something."

He runs his hands over his face, messing his already unkempt hair in the process. Regret creeps up on his features. “God. Fuck. They’re going to fire me over this, they’re not going to hear me out.”

EMPATHY - Desperation settles in the lieutenant's tone. Sadly, you find yourself in agreement, even if you don’t want it to be the truth.

YOU - “People are more valuable than machines, Kim.”

KIM KITSURAGI - “Not people like me.” He rasps.

YOU - “…”

KIM KITSURAGI - Before you can say anything more, you fail to notice the lieutenant carefully walking onto the edge of the ice. He looks over the frigid water, a dizzying blue that mirrors and distorts his exhausted face back to him.

YOU - “Kim?”

KIM KITSURAGI - Seconds pass as he looks to be contemplating something. Out of nowhere, he casually takes another step where the ice ends and the sea begins. It happens all too quick for the lieutenant to even voice a call for help— if he even wanted to — his body plunging into the cold water before your eyes.

YOU - “KIM!!!!”

uhhh bonus stuff? sorry i have swap au brainworms pfttt

(im not sure what skills kim has at the moment so rn he only has narration as his inner monologue ok whoops, i would like to keep harry as the guy who thinks in dialogue trees so im still figuring it out pfttt)

also, this was done bc i wanted to expand on these old scribbles of mine, just like an idea, i just think that he'd be having an even worse time wheezes

[viimsical]

comforting hug

[emozionidinchiostro]

How you people watch a show but are not in the fandom is wild to me, like wdym you can consume a piece of media without it consuming yourself? You guys don’t obsess to the point of madness over those fictional people? Just me?

[artiststarme]

Eddie and Steve only break up once. It’s not because of a fight or a disagreement. There’s nothing nefarious about it but it isn’t quite a mutual decision either.

They break up at Steve’s request for a night so he can properly commiserate with Robin about being single.

He felt like he can’t accurately discuss her feelings and feels badly about giving her advice that he can’t even fathom anymore, not since falling in love with Eddie. As her bestest friend and the co-owner of their shared brain cell, he decides to fully support Robin by being single with her for a night.

He plans on going to gay bars with her, hyping her up as the best single wingman he could be, and commiserating the impossible dating scene with her. That’s not quite what happens though.

Instead of having a fun night out on the town as single queers in the big city, Steve spends the night wrapped up in Robins arms under a fluffy blanket on the couch wailing about not being loved anymore and Eddie breaking up with him.

Robin very much thinks it’s real, very much hates Eddie for approximately 14 hours for breaking Steve’s heart and comforts Steve to the best of her ability. She even watches sucky rom-coms with him and listens to Tears for Fears on repeat.

They cuddle together on the small couch in their apartment, loving each other and scolding Eddie in solidarity. Robin spews words of anger towards the dumbass metalhead that decided to break her best friend’s heart so callously on a random Friday night. And for no reason as well! Blasphemous in her mind.

She stews quietly all night and much more loudly when she and Steve are awoken to Eddie bringing them coffee and waffles from their favorite cafe down the street.

When she finds out that they only broke up for the night and it was very much not real, Robin is absolutely furious and makes them take her to a Blondie concert in revenge. It’s the least they can do after stressing her out so much in just one night. Deep down though, she’s happy it wasn’t real because she can see how happy they are together, if not the stupidest people she knows.

[stylesloveclub]

sunshine (sneak peak)

In which Harry's a dick and y/n is a virgin who cries a lot.

+++

“Harry!” Maddie calls out, making her way to the other side of the apartment. “Hey, Harry!” 

He’s sitting on a couch, next to a pretty girl in a tight black dress who has her legs splayed across his lap comfortably. There’s a furrow in his brow that makes him look pissed off, but his hand rests very comfortably on this girl's thigh and he makes no objections as she plays with the collar of his shirt. His head whips over to Maddie as she tramples her way over to him.

“What is it?” he snaps, voice closed off and irritated. 

“Can you drive y/n home?” 

He blinks. “Huh?” 

“Can you drive y/n home??” she says again, frustrated.

“Why?” 

“Cause I’m going over to your apartment with Blake and she needs a ride home.” 

He stares at Maddie unbelievingly, and peers over at y/n, who’s sitting all alone on the other side of the apartment. Her lips are pouted sadly, staring down at the floor with a far off look in her eyes. 

“Why can’t you take her home?” he grumbles, looking up at Maddie with a glare in his eye.

She huffs, impatiently stomping her foot. “Cause I’m going home with Blake right now! Come on Harry, it’s not that far! Please?” 

He shakes his head. “Fuckin’ unbelieveable,” he mutters under his breath, pushing the girl off of him as he stands up. 

“Thank you,” she sighs, dragging him behind her. “Y/n,” Maddie says, stopping in front of her. “Harry’s gonna drive you home.” 

She looks up, eyes wide and round. “H-Harry?”

“Yes,” she says harshly, “you guys are friends, aren’t you?”

“Um…” y/n doesn’t know what to say. She wouldn’t necessarily consider them friends just because they shared a pizza. 

Her night out with Maddie was meant to be fun, but right now, she just feels abandoned and kinda scared. And Harry doesn’t seem too happy about this either, which makes her feel even worse.

“Lets go,” he snaps, jaw clenching tightly as he swings his car keys around his index finger. She flinches at his tone and digs her nails into her palms nervously. 

She’s trapped. It’s either Harry takes her home, or she takes an uber all by herself. And she’s too scared to get home alone right now. 

With a final look towards Maddie, who stares back at her dismissively and shoos her towards Harry, she stands up shakily and follows Harry out of the crowded apartment. 

The air outside is much colder than the apartment, goosebumps immediately rising on y/n’s skin and making her shiver. Harry doesn’t acknowledge the way she stumbles over her feet, walking ahead of her briskly. She’s forced to keep herself composed, wrapping her arms around herself to keep warm and nearly jogging to keep up with Harry’s long strides. 

He unlocks his car doors and gets into the driver’s seat. Y/n opens the passenger’s side door for herself and takes a seat, buckling herself in quietly.

Turning on the car, he notices the way her arms are tightly crossed in front of her chest. He turns up the heat, and pulls out of the parking lot. 

They play no music and say nothing, driving in silence.

“Sorry you have to drive me home,” she says faintly after a few minutes. 

His turn signal blinks softly. “Can’t believe your roommate just left you,” he mutters irritatedly. 

She says nothing in response. She stares out the window, a lump growing in her throat as they drive past the streets of college houses and apartments. The red light and the name of the streets go blurry from the tears gathering at her waterline. She sniffles softly.

Harry whips his head to her. “Why are you crying?”

Her lower lip wobbles as the first tear falls from her lashes. She wipes it away quickly. “I don’t know,” is all she says with a watery voice.

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Young American - Part 10

Hey friends, thank you for your patience! Chapter 10 is kind of a fluffy and emotional breakthrough for these two. Next chapter is the first date and some smutty-smut!

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The holidays had felt really long for Y/N. Her family was very big on traditions and being together and making memories and so she definitely missed that part of things. Her mom had sent her a text wishing her a happy holiday but that was about it. She did have fun with her aunt Julie and her friends, but this was different and she felt like a baby for it but she did cry when she went to bed and when she was able to talk with Harry the tears flowed again, though that was largely because she missed him and she was about to get her period so she was very sentimental and he just looked so cute and cozy in his hoodie. They had only talked on FaceTime on the 26th and on new year’s eve, he was so busy catching up with family and friends, out of everyone she understood the importance of that. Other than that, they were texting constantly, which was fine by her.

It did bum her out when Harry informed her that his flight was cancelled due to some bad weather, but he was going to make the best of it by extending his stay by a few more weeks; they did FaceTime for that conversation and one other time when he was showing her some new designs he was working on. But he informed her that after chatting with Auree and seeing that he had no clientele scheduled for January he took a few more clients at Eddie’s shop in London so that he could try and recover what he’d spent on travel. After all, he still had rent and bills to pay whether he was living in LA or not, so he needed to make money any way he could and if that meant taking more clients in London while he was there he would do that. He and Eddie would be flying in together actually, since he wanted to come and see how everything was going. They would be arriving in a few days and so Y/N was spending lots of time with her friends from school, the shop, and Julie because she knew that once Harry was back he would likely steal her away to make up for lost time. 

Y/N had been doing most of the walk-ins now that Harry was gone and it was giving her tons of time to practice. Auree was doing a lot of her supervision and she was very impressed with her progress. Most of the things Harry had been focusing her attention on were near perfect now that she had the opportunity to execute those styles and techniques. She even did her first realism piece, it was a small scorpion, but it had been a challenge none the less and it turned out perfect. She had also been working on ways to bring her tattoo up to the standard that she wanted it to be, but that was in the evenings before she went to bed.

“Hey, daydreamer!” She heard Rosa’s voice and snapped out of her head and watched as she and Vy chuckled.

“What?” She asked with a giggle.

“Don’t look so bummed, Harry’ll be back in a few days.” She teased and Y/N rolled her eyes.

“I’m not bummed, I was just thinking.” She said, “I frown when I’m thinking.” She explained.

“Thinking about missing Harry.” G added in with a smirk from across the studio, he was currently tattooing a client.

“Oh shut up and mind your tattoo.” She said which made him and his client chuckle as Rosa came over to her.

“OK, but I’m not shooting into the dark when I say that you miss him, am I? You miss him at least a little tiny bit.” Rosa said and Y/N felt her face flush but Rosa didn’t say anything, she didn’t need to, it was all in her eyes.

“No, you’re not.” She admitted and Rosa winked which made Y/N snigger. 

“Even I miss him! He’s quite wonderful when he’s not being a dick.” Vy said as she came over to join their little gab session at the drawing station.

“Yeah, he is.” Y/N smiled.

“So, I’ve been dying to ask but everyone told me to leave it alone.” She said glancing at Vy who rolled her eyes, “When he whisked you away when you were having a bad day, what did you do?” She asked with a suggestive grin and Y/N shook her head.

“Not what you think, you horny little cretin.” Y/N said through some laughter and Rosa cackled loudly and Vy smacked her arm.

“Don’t get crazy, you don’t want to startle G and make him mess up! The guy is getting his kid on his arm.” Vy scolded Rosa who then glanced back and mouthed an apology to G who was already glaring at her.

“And to answer your question he took me to the beach. We just got some fresh air and drew a little bit-”

“Each other?” Rosa interrupted to ask and Y/N glanced down for a second.

“It wasn’t the plan, but yes.” She said and this made Vy and Rosa coo softly and for poor Y/N’s face to heat at the attention these two were giving her, “Then we went to these sand dunes and Harry ate shit.” She chuckled as she recalled, “I mean, I did too, but his fall was funnier than mine. And then we went home.” She shrugged as she finished her story.

“Home, huh?” Vy asked and Y/N bit her lip for a moment before looking at Vy.

“You know what I mean.” She said and Vy smirked.

“I’ve been dying to ask, he kissed you at my party didn’t he?” She said and Y/N rolled her eyes.

“No. He was drunk as fuck, I had to drive us home!”

“Home… there it is again. Almost like you…share a home?” Rosa teased and Y/N rolled her eyes yet again.

“Yes, we shared my house that night because I had no idea where he lived and he completely passed out before he could put his address in the damn GPS.” She explained, that was very nerve-racking for her but he had been so sweet and cuddly that night.

“And you shared the bed?” Rosa asked.

“I made myself a little bed on the floor.” Y/N said and Rosa glanced to Vy.

“I don’t think she slept in it.” 

“Me neither.” Vy grinned and Y/N groaned again as they teased her.

“You two are making a whole lot of nothing into something.” Y/N warned.

“Oh please, Harry has had a crush on you for ages!” Vy said and Y/N shook her head.

“Whatever. The point is that we’re good now.”

“Real good, if you asked me.” Rosa smirked suggestively.

“Well good thing I’m not asking.” Y/N jabbed back making the girls laugh softly.

“We’re just teasing you. It’s just cute how you get all flustered when he’s being all sweet and soft with you. And well, it’s sweet to also watch him with you, it’s like you can do no wrong.” Vy said and Rosa nodded along in endearment.

“He is rather sweet when he’s all soft like that.” Y/N admitted, “He really is so fucking sweet, he just needed a minute to get acclimated, you know?” She said and they nodded in understanding.

“Well, I’m glad that it all worked out.” Rosa said with a smile.

“I still choose to believe there’s something going on.” Vy hummed.

“You keep telling yourself that, Vy.” Y/N giggled.

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Harry was really anxious to get back to LA; he felt that he had been gone too long. It had been over a month that he’d been gone and he missed Y/N like crazy. He had talked to his family all about Y/N, he was extremely sweet on her and when Harry was fancying anyone he was just above and beyond adoring with that person.  His mum had expressed to him that it was great to see him that way because she hadn’t seen it in a while; after his last relationship ended Harry had kind of stopped dating and just gave himself a break from love, he just hooked up with people. She did appreciate Y/N fretting over him in that video of him at the sand dunes and she even said that it was good that the person he liked was looking out for him like that. All in all, he was more than confident in pursuing more with Y/N.

Currently, he was texting with Julie, plotting a little romantic dinner for he and Y/N when he got back. He would likely see her at the shop first, but he wanted her to be surprised when afterwards they immediately went off to have a nice and quiet evening alone. He was eager to get back to her and back to LA, he felt reinvigorated; he never intended on staying in London for so long, but it really helped him get back into the groove and to regain the confidence he had lost with how slow things had been for him in LA. He was able to see a walk-in from LA who had actually been wanting to get tattooed by him and had no idea of his relocation, he just happened to be on vacation, but now that he knew that Harry was in LA he assured that he would recommend him to friends and also get in touch to brainstorm on a big back piece the guy had been wanting to do. This was very thrilling and he just felt like things were finally looking up.

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Y/N had literally been counting down the days and today was the day that Harry would be back. The longer she was working in the shop the less she needed to start coming in so much earlier than everyone else as she mastered the tasks better. She had found ways to speed up set up in the mornings and typically turned up at 9am now, but she knew Harry was an early bird so she showed up around 8:30 on this particular day and decided to design pieces while she waited for him to arrive. It was nearing 9:15 when she heard the back door open and she perked up.

“Baby?” She heard Harry’s voice and she shot out of the stool and rushed to the entrance meeting him right by the lounge and he dropped his bag down as she rushed into his arms. Her legs circled his hips as he spun them around a few times before she grabbed his face and kissed him deeply.

“I missed you. So. Fucking. Much.” She said between kisses and he smiled against her lips.

“Missed you too, baby.” He said before blindly sliding his bag into the lounge with his foot and walking them over to the counter and setting her on it as they parted for a moment to take each other in after so long. She immediately smiled as she took in the little clip on the top of his head holding his hair in place. He’d done it before, but it looked so long now.

“Your hair’s getting long…” She cooed, “And look at this!” She giggled as she ran her thumb around his mouth to feel his rather full mustache and slightly sparser beard on his chin and jaw.

“Forgot my electric razor and I didn’t see the point in buying a new one, but I know it needs to go s-”

“Mmmm, it doesn’t have to…” she said with a small smile, “I’m kinda digging the mustache.” She said before biting on her lip and he grinned.

“Really?” He asked in slight shock and she nodded, thumbing over it again.

“S’kinda hot. In like a dilf-y kinda way.” She said lowly and he chuckled.

“If you really like it I can keep it for a while. Gets a lot thicker than this.” He said and she smirked.

“Say “it gets a lot thicker than this” again.” She teased and he rolled his eyes at her teasing, “Please, daddy?” She whispered with a grin and he groaned and kissed her hard before breaking the kiss dramatically.

“Not the time nor the place.” He warned her lowly as his hands slithered up her thighs. He loved how she was playing with the curls at the back of his head, he missed that a lot.

“Sorry, sorry…” she hummed, “But can you kiss me again?” She asked and he smiled.

“Course I can.” He whispered before dipping down again and capturing her lips against his. Like always, they got lost in their kiss and were consumed with the things they felt for each other as if the entire world was created just for them two to exist in it. The taste of his tongue against hers and the scent of his cologne and himself were all like a vortex that dragged Y/N away from reality. It was the same for him, everything about her was like a siren song to him, he had tunnel vision when he was around her and he couldn’t care less, especially when they had been apart for a more than a month at this point. It was absolute bliss to be in her arms once again. To feel her lips on his. To-

“Well, good morning to you two!” They heard an enthusiastic greeting and Harry immediately pulled his lips from Y/N, but her body close, their hearts were beating hard and fast at the scare as they both turned their heads towards the door and saw a smirking Vy leaning against the doorframe.

“Jesus, Vy-” Harry started, but she was quick to interrupt him.

“I knew something was going on!” She laughed pointing to Y/N who groaned in embarrassment as Vy laughed, “Rosa and I were grilling her about you the other day.” She said to Harry.

“You guys need to stay in your lane.” Harry grinned and Vy scoffed.

“The lounge is everyone’s lane, you two.” She winked and Harry rolled his eyes again as she came in further as Harry helped Y/N down from the counter.

“Please keep this to yourself until we figure this out, Vy.” Harry pleaded lowly.

“Of course. I love secrets.” She hummed with a grin as she put her bag in one of the lockers and Y/N giggled. Harry hugged Y/N from behind as she reached up to the cupboard to get the coffee grounds to make a kettle of coffee. Vy walked past them to the leave the lounge with a smug smile.

“You may proceed you little horn-balls.” She teased and Y/N laughed as Harry flipped her the bird and Vy cackled as she walked out.

“Quick, a bit more before everyone else shows up.” He said as he flipped her around and their lips met in a few playful kisses until they heard the heavy back door opening up and he hurried to grab his bag from the wall by the entrance of the lounge where he had kicked it to. Y/N continued setting up the coffee maker and soon Rosa was shrieking with excitement as she stepped in and saw Harry putting his bag in a locker.

“Harry!” She cheered with joy and hurried over to hug him and he chuckled as he hugged her back.

“Rosa, great to see you.” Harry greeted her and she smiled brightly.

“H, the amount of girls who have come back for more walk-ins asking for you…” she said and he shook his head.

“Fuck that, tell ‘em I’m taken.” He said and her eyes widened.

“Wait. What?! You’re taken?!” She asked in shock and he chuckled nervously, just realizing his blunder as Y/N bit her lip and continued with the coffee.

“Like tell them that I am to ward them off, you know?” He recovered quickly and Y/N held back her laughter as best as she could.

“Oh! Yeah, good thinking. I wear a fake wedding ring when I go out sometimes.” She confessed and he hummed.

“Hmmm…maybe I’ll shift one of my rings over.” He mused and she nodded before she walked over to Y/N and hugged her from behind.

“Hey, girl!”

“Hey, Rosa.” Y/N smiled, leaning her head against Rosa’s as she rested her chin against Y/N’s shoulder, “Want some coffee?” She asked.

“Yes, please.” She said and let go, “G pulled up when I was coming in, so add some for him too.” Rosa informed and Y/N hummed in understanding.

“So Harry, any plans tonight? We should celebrate you coming back, right Y/N?” Rosa said cheerfully and Harry cleared his throat.

“Oh, no plans. Just resting, I’m a bit jet lagged.” He said and Rosa sighed.

“C’mon, H! At least dinner!” She insisted, “Tell him, Y/N!” Rosa said, hoisting herself up onto the counter where Harry had settled Y/N on not even ten minutes prior.

“Yeah, that would be nice, H. We can all go out to eat with Eddie too.” She said and Rosa smiled wide.

“Yeah! Exactly! OK, let me catch Vy real quick, she always knows the best places to eat!” Rosa said and rushed out of the lounge.

“Baby,” Harry said coming up to Y/N, “I don’t want to go out with everyone tonight.” He said lowly and she turned to him as he leaned on the counter beside her.

“Come on, everyone’s so excited to have you back!” She said with a hopeful smile and he groaned.

“I’m tired and I would rather it be just us tonight.” He said quietly.

“Well after dinner we can go to yours or mine and spend the evening together? They just want to do something nice, H.” She insisted again and he groaned and decided to just say it.

“Baby, I have plans for us tonight.” He said lowly and she turned to him with a small smile.

“Oh.” 

“Yeah, it was supposed to be our first date. I don’t want to reschedule. It was supposed to be a surprise but that’s ruined now.” He said bitterly and she tutted.

“Oh, we can get out of this. Just go out and tell ‘em you’re super jet lagged and we can do it on Friday or something.” She said he nodded.

“Right. I’ll be back… but if Rosa pouts we might be moving our first date, she’s really convincing with that pout, makes me feel so bad.” He huffed.

“I’ll beat her up.” Y/N joked and he chuckled before heading out of the lounge. Thankfully, Vy had his back and said she actually couldn’t do tonight, she probably knew that he wanted to do something with Y/N first. She agreed when he suggested they go out on Friday and that was that. When Harry went back into the lounge G and Y/N were chatting as they always were and he greeted G with a big hug as well.

“My, my so affectionate.” G teased and Harry tutted as he pulled away.

“It’s just been a while, OK?” He mumbled lowly and G shot a knowing grin to Y/N who was already smirking. She was about to join in on teasing Harry when they heard the back door swing open and Eddie’s loud and cheerful voice resonating through the shop.

“Good morning, artists!” This made Y/N smile and she turned around, seeing him walking in with a big box of pastries, “Oh, look at you all!” He said excitedly as he set the things down.

“Hey, Eddie.” G smiled as they hugged briefly.

“Hey, mate!” Eddie smiled excitedly and then he turned to Y/N, “And look at you! You look more grown, I hope Harry hasn’t been stressing you out too much.” He joked as he stepped forward and Y/N hugged him as well.

“Not anymore.” She joked and Eddie chuckled.

“He hasn’t been mean or a grouch, has he?” Eddie asked with a grin and Y/N glanced over to Harry who was also grinning.

“Not recently.” She said with a giggle and they both glanced over to Harry, who shook his head at her.

“I’m a god damned dream and you know it.” He pointed at her and she laughed quietly.

“More like a walking nightmare.” G muttered making them all chuckle at Harry’s expense. He didn’t take offense to it, he knew that he could be grumpy and moody, and now that G was kind of a friend and Y/N was well…more than that, it didn’t bug him to get called out as much.

“Well, I’m glad to know LA hasn’t changed him.” Eddie said, “Now, I want to see what you’ve been working on and added to your portfolio.” Eddie said to Y/N and she nodded eagerly.

“Yeah, c’mon I’ll show you!” She said with excitement and they headed out of the lounge to her station. Harry followed behind them, eager to hear what Eddie thought. They were looming over her station as she pulled out the portfolio of her work when Harry walked up beside Eddie.

“And the master joins the pupil.” He said to Harry with a smile.

“I think she’s the master, Ed.” Harry said and Eddie’s eyebrows raised.

“Oh really?” He hummed in excitement as she blushed a bit. 

“Here, you can look through these.” She said handing him the folder with her bigger and newer designs. Eddie was rather impressed as he flipped through it. Vy came up as he looked through everything.

“Fuck, you’re really good.” He said as he started getting to the end of the folder, “Soon you’re gonna be tattooing artists too.” He chuckled.

“Welp, that one’s already been crossed off the bucket list actually.” Vy spoke up and Eddie glanced to her before quickly looking to Y/N who scoffed.

“Coloring in your flowers doesn’t; count, Vy.” Y/N sniggered.

“I wasn’t talking about my touch ups, I was talking about Harry! That’s his thigh on that page there, is it not?” Vy said and Eddie glanced to Harry, whose cheeks were now going pink.

“Really? No fucking way! You only get tattooed by Chri-”

“Well, the artist had a cool design.” He shrugged interrupting Eddie.

“That’s sick, mate.” Eddie said with a smile and turned to Y/N.

“How’d he take it?” He asked with a grin.

“Like a champ.” She assured with a smile, “It was my first big one so it took me a little longer than it would now, but he sat through it, was really patient with me-”

“I almost cried at the end. I looked down.” He said to Eddie and Vy who chuckled, “but she’s really good. Very pleasant to get tattooed by, wouldn’t mind having another round with her.” He hummed with a smile and briefly glanced to Y/N who was just buzzing to hear this.

“That’s great to hear! And I mean… if H got tattooed by you and he’d do it again I think that you’re ready for whatever gets put in front of you.” Eddie said and her smile dropped.

“Wait. W-what?” She stammered.

“I think he’s trying to tell you that you can tattoo whatever you want now.” Harry said with a small smile, his eyes, so full of pride, met her own.

“Oh my god…” she said softly as the news soaked in, “OH MY GOD!” She then shouted in excitement and hugged Eddie who laughed happily and hugged her back.

“You’re so fucking good, you have to know that. We can talk more about what milestones you need to accomplish in this next phase, but at the rate you’re going I think we can have you as a full-time artist by the summer.” He assured her and she bit her lip back to suppress the huge smile that wanted to break out on them.

“Holy shit…Well, thanks to Harry for all his help and guidance.” She said to Eddie and glanced to Harry who shook his head at her.

“S’all you, love. I just gave you a few tips.” He assured and she sighed in satisfaction.

“Thank you so much, Eddie. For everything. For ummm, taking a chance on me.” She sighed happily.

“Darling, I knew you were worth the wait.” He assured her and she wanted to cry and just inhaled sharply. She felt so giddy and tingly all over, she wanted to scream and laugh and cheer because her dream had just come true. Sure, she wasn’t a full-time artist yet, but she was good enough that she was given the green light to tattoo whatever pieces she wanted and that was a huge deal.

“Well, if you guys don’t mind I have to make a call to my aunt.” She said and Eddie smiled.

“You go on ahead.” He assured her and she grabbed her phone from her station and slipped out to the back to call her aunt. 

She was just catching her breath for a few seconds, letting it all sink in when the door opened and she saw Harry peek his head out and she smiled when their eyes met and she signaled him over with a movement of her head and he slipped out and immediately hugged her tight and she started to cry tears of joy.

“Oh baby,” He soothed her quietly, “I’m so proud of you.” He praised as he squeezed her tight.

“I can’t believe this.” She sniffled as she unburied her face from his chest and glanced up to him.

“I can. You’re fucking brilliant, baby.” He said with a smile and reached up to carefully dab her tears away with his hoodie sleeves.

“Hardly.” She chuckled through her crying and he shook his head at her modesty, “This has been my dream. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do and I’m just so happy that I’m so fucking close.” She sighed contently and he kissed her forehead.

“I just see the way you work and how much you love it, like you were born to do this, Y/N. I can’t picture you doing anything else and I saw that from the day I started working with you. I know I gave you a bit of a hard time every now and again, but well, we’ve covered that before…” he said a bit bashfully and she smiled.

“Thank you, H. For all the feedback and your help and advice, I couldn’t have made it this far without you. Seriously.” She shook her head and he tutted.

“Oh please… you would’ve been perfectly fine. You have the the innate skills as an artist.” He said and she smiled.

“Well that may be, but I wouldn’t be where I am now if it weren’t for you and everything we’ve been through.” She said and he bit on his lip as she spoke, “You make me push myself and aim higher! You make me want to be better and I love that.” She smiled and he just leaned in and kissed her gently.

“You make me want to be better too.” He said against her lips, “But you make me want to be better in every way possible and I… love that too.” He confessed and with tearful eyes she tiptoed to connect their lips once again in a passionate and emotional kiss. Just when Y/N thought she couldn’t feel any happier, Harry would always come in and challenge that. Her heart felt so fulfilled as smiles overtook their lips, making their kiss a little messy, but it wasn’t really an issue as they made some space between them.

“Oh, I need to call my aunt!” She said and Harry nodded, allowing her to pull her phone from her back pocket before she dialed Julie, putting the call on speaker phone so that Harry could hear too. It rung a few times before she picked up the call.

“Hello to my favorite niece!” Julie sang and Y/N smiled along with Harry upon hearing this.

“Hey, I’m here with Harry. I’ve got some news.” She chirped and immediately her aunt started screaming in joy and Y/N laughed, “What’re you screaming about? I haven’t even said anything yet!” Y/N laughed and Harry did too as Julie stopped.

“I’m just assuming he finally asked you to be his girlfriend and I got carried away.” She laughed.

“Yeah, not yet.” He said and Y/N narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously.

“Yet?” She asked and Harry smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, it’ll come.” He said.

“Hopefully before I die of old age?” Julie said and they both chuckled.

“Yeah, don’t worry.” He said and they all laughed.

“OK, well what’s the big news?” Julie questioned.

“I can tattoo whatever I want now! So if you want your piece done-”

“Oh my goooood!” Julie cheered happily before Y/N could even finish and she and Harry laughed as Julie whooped and congratulated her on reaching a new milestone, “Yes! I definitely want to have you work on my tattoo! When can you officially start?” She asked after settling down a bit.

“Eddie’s in town, so I assume he might just do some observing this week to ensure that I have sufficient mastery over the techniques I’ve been learning?” She glanced to Harry in question and he nodded to confirm that, that was a very likely scenario, “So maybe a week or two?” 

“Oh my god, OK! Yes, whenever, you let me know.” Julie confirmed and Harry draped his arm over Y/N’s shoulder and pulled her into his side.

“Thank you so much for helping me and supporting me with this, Julie. You have no idea how much it means to me that you’re going to be the first large piece I get to do.” She sniffled as her eyes welled up with tears again and Harry kissed her head for a little bit of comfort. He knew what this meant to her and it was absolutely amazing that both she and Julie were going to have this opportunity.

“I told you I would be around for when you got to tattoo.” Julie said with pride and this made Y/N’s lip quiver, “I love you, kiddo. And I am so fucking proud of you.” She said and Y/N sniffled once more before speaking.

“Thank you, I love you too. I just wanted to share the news.”

“Thank for sharing, you made my day.” Julie responded, “I’ll see you two later at the house?” She asked.

“Briefly. I am going to whisk her away for the evening.” Harry cut in and Julie cooed.

“Awww, so first date is tonight?”

“Yeah, thanks by the way for your help.” He said and Y/N glanced at him in shock and he grinned at her.

“Anything to make my favorite niece happy. Well, I’ll see you guys later, OK?”

“See you!”, “See you later!” Y/N and Harry chimed in.

“Yep! Love you guys, bye!” Julie signed off and then they hung up the phone and Harry was grinning like he’d just been given a blue ribbon or something.

“What?” Y/N asked with a giggle .

“She said “Love you guys”, which means she loves me, right?” He asked and Y/N giggled.

“I supposed she does. Don’t take that lightly.” Y/N warned and Harry shook his head.

“Oh, absolutely not!” He smiled as he looked into her eyes. 

They were both thinking the same exact thing - that they loved each other. It had been months of their slowly growing relationship and despite the initial challenges of it all they were drawn to each other at am impressive rate, like magnets who so obviously belong together and are drawn together regardless of any barriers in their paths. It was on the tip of her tongue, telling Harry that she loved him too, it wasn’t just a Julie thing. She felt that her whole heart was bursting with everything she felt for him, she didn’t know how much more she could take before she exploded. And well, Harry knew what he felt but he was still a bit afraid to say it. The pain of his past had scarred him sufficiently to make him be more cautious with expressing an emotion as big and complex as love.  But it was unmistakable that, that’s what he indeed felt for Y/N. With every glance, every smile, every touch, every kiss, every precious and perfectly mundane second they spent together made the feeling grow and grow exponentially and it felt so good but so scary at the same time. Like when you’re doing something risky, you feel so invincible for doing it, but you are aware that one wrong move and you could be pretty damaged for a while.

“What?” She asked as he continued to look into her eyes and he shook his head.

“Nothing. I’m just so proud of you and I’m so happy for you. You really deserve this one.” He hummed before hugging her close again, “So I was thinking that after we go on our date you can stay the night?” He asked and he felt her nod into his chest.

“Yeah.” She confirmed and he smiled.

“OK. So we can go our separate ways after work and get cleaned up a bit and then I can pick you up?” He suggested.

“Yeah, that sounds good. Now how fancy are we going?” She asked.

“It’s not fancy at all actually. I mean, you can go fancy if you want, but you don’t have to.” He assured.

“OK. I’ll wear a nice top.” She said and he chuckled.

“OK, then I will too.” He agreed and she giggled as he wrapped her up in a big bear hug, “I missed holding you.” He hummed as he squeezed just a little bit more and she smiled.

“I missed you squishing me.” She hummed happily, “You’re so warm and you smell like heaven. Hadn’t seen you in person for so long I even forgot how hot you are.” She complimented him and he was soaking up her praises and compliments easily with a grin on his face.

“You forgot? I could never forget…” he said and she smiled.

“I mean to say that it’s far more striking in person, your attractiveness.” She said and he chuckled.

“Yeah, that is true… for you too, by the way.” He teased and she rolled her eyes at his playfulness but then she inhaled deeply and relaxed in his hold.

“Wish we could stay like this all day.” She whispered. He barely heard it, but the words made his skin raise with goosebumps as he too felt that being with her like this, alone, feeling her tucked against his body, it was absolutely perfect.

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Hey guys, I need your opinion:

I found this in my drafts and don't know if I should trash it or continue with it. I've finally decided to start writing again since I stepped away over a year ago after losing my mom. So let me know, I'm trying to clean out my drafts.

I will also be posting a new fic in the next two weeks, that I have been working on.

Someone has

to pay.

You felt anxious coming home after being away for almost two years. You couldn’t help but wonder if your old group of friends still hung out together. You no longer had anyone's number so you couldn't even reach out to anyone and let them know you were back in town.

They probably hated you. You had just completely vanished One minute everything was normal the next your entire world was pulled out from under you. You hadn’t spoken to anyone since that day. You shutter when you remember the day your life as you knew it was over. You had always thought your father was the most wonderful man in the world, and he was to you. What you had failed to see when looking at him through your rose colored glasses was that he was the head of a major crime organization.

One day your father came home and told you to pack whatever you could fit in your backpack. He gave you five minutes to meet him outside. You were so stunned you did as he asked and went out to the car and got in the back with him. Only then did he tell you what he really was and that he had gunned down the boss of a rival gang, and they would be coming not just for him but for you. “Why me? I have nothing to do with this! I didn’t even know what you were involved in till today?” He shook his head “that’s the way this business works sweetheart, they will kill me and take you as a payment of sort.”

Y/n turned away from her dad after that for the rest of the ride. They went to different islands for a period of time. Leaving when her father thought someone might have found out where you were. It all came to a devastating halt when the truly only person you had left in your life, your father died in a car accident a week ago.

You had no choice now, but to go home, it was the only home you ever knew and you figured with your father's passing everything would be settled. You thought it would have made the two gangs even and you could return home and try to find some semblance of a normal life, you prayed they had forgotten all about you. Anyway as you saw it they were even right??

If you had known how wrong you were, the mafia didn’t forget and certainly didn’t forgive. Being even isn’t enough they have to come out on top. Everyone must pay one way or another. You had no idea that they knew the second you arrived back in town.

Harry sat behind his desk going over the legal and illegal sides of the businesses he owned. He had taken over when his father was brutally killed by a rival boss. He never forgot an swore his revenge. There was a loud knock on his office door. “Come in.” Jake one of his most trusted men came into the office. “ Harry, she’s back Y/no’s back.” Jake proclaimed.

Harry had dismissed Jake after thanking him for coming to him right away. What was he going to do? What would he do with y/n? A part of him felt bad you were innocent in all of this like he had been when everything went down, but there was a debt to pay and with your father dead you were the one left to pay it, anyway Harry saw fit. He smiled knowing you had no idea what lay ahead for you, he might just be able to have some fun too. He had looked at the pictures Jake had handed him as proof of your return, you were a very pretty girl, and why shouldn’t he get something out of this for all his trouble?

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the insulindian phasmid - favourite disco elysium moments

[nabulsi]

i keep seeing ppl talking about how theyre ugly sobbing over that shitty pirate show. do you not have shame to care more about a racist antiblack TV show glorifying slave owners, written by a zionist racist supporter of genocide. that you have more tears to shed for that blight on the human race than you do for the millions of palestinians going through horrors unimaginable. where's your ugly sobbing for them?