#we are but men who get angry and dejected alone or celebrate and shout at the top alone or maybe we thump our brothers backs and laugh loud

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https://x.com/MERCL4REN/status/1743286121973555513?s=20

find the difference level impossible :D but seriously, this tweet gave me a stomachache from laughing so hard.

THERE'S MY TWO CREEPY TOO SIMILAR VESTAL VIRGINS THAT MAKE ALL THE MEN ON THE GRID (except lewis) GO HUUUHHHHH???

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Gray Area

Y/n goes through Harry's phone

Warning: I live for angst

You learned early on in the blooming stages of your relationship to pick your battles carefully. There's a lot of things that you can't prepare for when dating an international superstar. Like the lack of privacy, the negative image that random people automatically project, and worst of all the rumors.

Even with you in the picture there were still romantic pairing articles that surfaced involving every woman that even remotely ran in his friend circle. Of course, you know better than anyone not to jump to conclusions without hard proof. But what were you supposed to do when you catch him somewhat red handed?

You'd been waiting on the couch for Harry to finish getting ready so that you could go to dinner with a group of his friends tonight. One of which you didn't approve attending given her reputation as the scandalous ex. Though despite her always being consistently rude to you whenever you crossed paths, you decided to go along with the unpleasant plan for his sake. Since he'd been complaining about not seeing them in awhile because of tour.

But that ideal fizzles out faster than a snowflake in hell when his phone pings incessantly with notifications and you innocently check the cause. The words leave your mouth before processing it, "What the hell is this?"

Numerous pictures invade your vision, eight to be exact. Of said scandalous ex, barely clothed and posed provocatively in designer brands no doubt. Several shots actually topless and others of her rear end bare or meticulously perched on something.

Unfortunately for Harry, he only managed to cut in after you'd seen them all. "Nothing. Why are you snooping through my phone for?"

His defensive rebuttal immediately rubbed you the wrong way. Both of you we're always very open when it came to your phones. He'd always use yours when his would die, and he didn't use a pass code for his as a point to prove you could always do the same. So you never felt the need to meddle but apparently that had been an act. "Are you serious?! I wasn't snooping, I only looked to tell you who was texting. It was going off like it was an emergency but lucky for you she's just been sending you these this whole time!"

His eyes remain on the screen until he rolls them agitated, "Calm down. They're just outtakes from a cover, she was asking me which one should they keep.."

"And it so happens to be the ones she's nude or bent over and busting it wide open right? Do you honestly expect me to believe that? It looks like something from Pornhub!"

"Yes, it's meant to be a form of art." Now he finally looks at you and has the nerve to be offended.

"Wow okay, and out of all the guys she's rumored to be with in a week she she sends them to you? An ex?" Just then something that never crossed your mind hits you like ton of bricks. Causing you to open Pandora's box before he can get an answer out, "Do all your model friends send you shit like this?"

Harry's shoulders square but he attempts to release them with a sharp breath through flared nostrils, "Please don't start this. I know they're models but there's no reason to be insecure."

Your anger brings you on your feet in a heartbeat seething, "You did not just call me insecure for seeing someone elses nudes in your phone!" Condemning you to pry that forsaken box all the way open. "Let me see your phone,"

"I— what? No. What for?" He sneers angry too now.

You never wanted to be this person but at the moment he had given you no choice. Stomping your foot and holding out your hand expectantly you demand, "I'm not asking Harry. Give. Me. Your. Damn. Phone.!”

Harry rolls his eyes so hard this time you fear they might get stuck, "You want the phone Y/N? Fine, here! I don't know what you're trying to prove. I've got nothing to hide."

His frustration was clear in the clenching and unclenching of his jaw, and the aggressive exchange of the phone itself. Spiking your adrenaline enough to make your hands tremble.

Even so, you still really didn't want to do this. This wasn't what your relationship was supposed to be. You trusted this man more than anyone and it felt down right crummy resulting to this. Harry is an honest person, he'd even let you go through his pictures before under completely different circumstances. But sadly, thinking back on it now gives you another idea.

Instead of going to his obvious photo albums you decide to check where she sent hers. The inbox. To your utter dismay, under almost every 'celebrity' contact there were pictures. Even in chats with numbers that weren't even saved. Almost all of them women in bikinis and women in lingerie, quite a few of them were even topless. Some of them weren't even from photoshoots just pictures of them on vacation in pools or on beaches in questionable poses. Those definitely put the icing on the cake.

It felt like your heart made a huge splash plunging to the pits of your stomach because bile easily began to rise in your mouth. All the while Harry stood there patiently waiting for you to finish, albeit agitated but silent nonetheless. When you had enough you gave the phone back dejected. Unable to look him in eyes due to being so overwhelmed with disgust, hurt, and rage. You we're seeing red at this point. Instinct alone moving you to back away slowly.

"You happy now?"

You wanted to curse him through the alphabet, break something even because you were so angry. But instead you just continued backing away towards the front door. "Ecstatic. Forgive me for the look of disgust, your spank bank is just a little too intense for me,"

"Spank— are you serious? Y/N it's just fucking pictures of my friends!" He yells folding his arms over his chest.

"So called friends that you've been with! Don't pretend like it wouldn't bother you if mine was filled with countless men?" You shout back.

Harry scoffs as if the idea was completely absurd, "From your friends, no! Unlike you I actually trust you."

Unconsciously you take a couple steps back towards him, "You are not about to turn this on me Harry!" Pointing an accusing finger at him, "It's not okay that they send you stuff like this while we're together!"

"Well it's not like I asked them to, that's not my fault. I've done nothing wrong!" He retorts dropping his hands out in front of himself exasperated.

"You didn't tell them to stop either! Why do you need pictures of your friends tits? Who does that? Do you want to screw around is that it? God, do you not realize how disrespectful it is to even—"

He interrupts now narrowing his gaze on you, "Of course not! Who am I to tell another woman that has nothing to do with me how to dress?! And really? Disrespectful? Now you're getting beside yourself."

"Am I supposed to be happy about this? That you keep those kind of pictures?"

"I don't save them they just stay in the bloody chats! None of those are even recent if you bothered to check the dates!" He shouts before catching himself sighing defeatedly completely over defending himself, "I don't understand what you want me to do here. If you're asking me to delete every message in my inbox i'll do it. But that isn't okay either. Am I not allowed to have female friends anymore? They can't share exciting pieces of their lives with me? Most of them are for work. Anna Wintour sent some herself! Should I get rid of the ones my mum and Gem sent too? Or is having anyone of the opposite sex disrespectful to you?"

Now he was blowing everything out of proportion. All he had to was delete the offensive stuff and instead he made every excuse not to and that was nothing short of devastating. So just like him you were over it too, "I don't expect you to do anything Harry, what's done is done." And apparently so are we, you wanted to say but couldn't bring the words out to speak aloud.

Concluding that, if he didn't see the problem it's because he doesn't want to. You finally head straight for the door and it's only when you open it that he speaks without an attitude but a sense of concern. "Where are you going? We have a dinner!"

You don't bother looking back only pausing to reply, "Home. The last thing I want to do right now is eat."

Hope this turned out okay! If you like it please let me know! Part 2