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White Lilies - Harry Styles One-Shot

*Uni-Harry AU

It seemed fit, at the time of choosing, to have lilies for the ceremony. Harry thought it was hilarious and Y/N, ‘yes, Harry, I have a tattoo after the flower, that I got while drunk’, couldn’t help but roll her eyes and accept, after all, there was little they wouldn’t do to make each other smile. So, if having lilies as the decoration made Harry happy, she would make sure to bloom a thousand for him.

In hindsight, Y/N had to give it to Harry. The white lilies, red dahlias, and red tulips, all came together quite nicely in small bouquets spread across the field. They were placed in a string connecting the chairs on the end of the rows, they were on the ground, and top of some other surfaces.

And one would stop to think about the meaning behind the flowers… Well, it just made it all even more fitting.

It was a small ceremony, nothing too fancy or too dramatic. Something just for the ones Y/N and Harry would consider family, the ones they loved and loved them back.

Y/N could see her best friend, Marie, sitting on the second row, hands intertwined with her girlfriend. She could see Harry’s sister, Gemma, in the first row, wearing a tailored suit that had a pin that looked suspiciously like a deer on it. She could also see Harry’s parents, crying.

She could see everyone.

And they were, mostly, looking at her, expecting her to say something. Because that’s what she was supposed to do now, wasn’t it? The priest had given his cue and now it was her time to speak. So why couldn’t she?

Her eyes scanned the small crown once more, before settling on Harry. She didn’t know if she should cry or smile, so she cleared her throat and closed her eyes tightly, before beginning.

“I remember the first time I said yes to going out with you. Mind you, I had turned you down so many times by them, it was a miracle you were still asking when most would’ve let it go so long before.” Y/N began, a soft smile on her face. “We met in school, but I thought you were a pretentious douchebag at first and your constant nagging about wanting to take me on a date didn’t help. But eventually, your jokes and how you would flirt with me when we crossed paths in school, started to annoy me less and less. In fact, I started to look forward to it. To this day, I don’t know what made you change your posture towards me, but I will give it to your maturity, because I am generous like that, and say that what really made me start to enjoy your company, was how with time I stopped being this ‘Y/N-flower’ construct and began to be your friend. You no longer saw me through rose-colored glasses and that changed it all.”

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The graduation day seemed so far away, months from actually happening, but Y/N couldn’t help but stress. Rationally speaking, there was no reason for her to be stressing as nearly as she was. Y/N had been staying on top of her classes during her whole academy path and she was up to date on everything the professors had given the students this semester.

So really, it was fine.

Except, as much as Y/N liked to think of herself as a rational person, she knew that she wasn’t being one at that time, because there she was, sitting on the bench near her latest class and stressing about essays she didn’t have to write for another few weeks. Besides, any rational person would not be blushing under Harry’ stare and would definitely not be thinking about how nice his hands felt around hers.

Sure, Y/N had been figuring out that Harry was not as horrible as she made him out to be, before, but this was too much.

“Hey, Y/N?” she heard him calling her out of her thoughts, “Lost you there for a minute.”

Cheeks turning red, Y/N quickly moved away from Harry, taking her hands from his. “S-sorry. I guess I have been stressing too much about exams and our graduation, I just lost myself for a bit.” She pushed her hair behind her ear and turned to Harry, “Thank you for checking on me.”

“Are you serious?” He exclaimed, “You were nearly having a panic attack, there was no way I was gonna just keep on walking. That’s not what friends do.” he told her, smiling as he went. “And if my silly jokes and infinity chatter about sports could help? Well, then I am really glad I was the one to found you here.”

“I was too,” she said, quietly, trying to prevent him from seeing her blush.

“Well then, I am glad to see you better, but I kinda have to go to my next class. The Professor doesn’t take too well to tardiness, y’know?” he asked, getting up and ready to leave. “I am really glad you are smiling again, Y/N.”

“Thanks, I suppose I own you one for this.” She replied, her pinks a permanent pink.

“No, not for this.” He said seriously, turning his body in the direction of his class while still facing Y/N. “I will see you, okay? You know where to find me if you need me. Take care, Y/N.”

But before Harry could take more than two steps away from her, Y/N found words coming out of her mouth without thinking it twice. “Not even gonna ask me on a date this time? I mean, you did save me for having a breakdown just there, and you have asked me out for less before!” she exclaimed, getting up.

Her hands were sweaty, and she could swear that her heart was about to explode, but she kept her fake confidence, while Harry just seemed shocked out of words. That is until he shook his head and looked at her smiling.

“I don’t want to take you on a date because I saved you from a panic attack, Y/N, I want to do it because you want to go out with me.” He said, still smiling at her. Not his usual smirk or that stupid, yet a good type of stupid, smile he had when he thought she did something amazing; just a simple smile.

“And what if I want to?” she inquired, tilting her head and letting her hair cover her scarlet-tinted face.

“Do you?” he pressed; eyes bright with hope.

“Yes,” she whispered, “I do.”

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Laughing to herself, as she recalled the memory, Y/N went on, “You took me out for a drink and you got me a box of chocolates, ‘cause you said you didn’t know what flowers to get.” She chuckled, “And we had an amazing time. We laughed, and we shared stories and by the end of the night you had me saying yes to another date.” She recalled. “I’m still not sure what made me say yes the first time, but I am so glad I did because that led to so many other ‘yeses’ that ultimately led us here.”

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They had done a variety of things together, they had a picnic once, they had a nice dinner the other day and Harry had taken to show her all about his favorite sport lately. But this was different, more private in some way, even if they were out in the public.

It felt nice to be sitting on the grass, looking at the stars and the somewhat view. Harry wasn’t big on astronomy, but Y/N was set on showing him all of her favorite constellations she could see.

“This is nice.” Harry voiced, echoing what she had been thinking. His hand had long settled on top of hers and she was more than happy to let it there, even going as far as turning her hand around to take his on it.

“Yeah, it is.” She smiled, adjusting herself as she felt Harry sitting up.

“Y/N.” He called, making her stare and him. “Sorry, this is rather nerve-wracking.” He laughed, before scratching his throat and seemly settling. “I suppose what I want to say, or rather ask, is if you might want to consider being my girlfriend?” he rushed out, cheeks red even in the dark of night.

Squeezing his hand, Y/N replied. “Yes, I think I would like to be your girlfriend.”

Harry seemed to be in a state of shock, not quite grasping that Y/N had said yes to be being his girlfriend after so many failed attempts before. And Y/N wasn’t much better, not understanding how it had come to this, but not complaining either.

Either way, Harry seemed to regain his surroundings rather quickly, as he got closer to Y/N, smiling like a fool before putting one hand on her cheek.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered. “Girlfriend.”

And Y/N decided that answer was better given in the form of the kiss itself.

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Tears roamed free down Y/N’s face, but she didn’t care. Those were happy memories, happy times, so she continued, “Saying yes to being your girlfriend, was one of the easiest choices, even if I came across differently to you. And our first kiss led to so many others, our friends even came to a point where they threatened to make a ‘kiss-jar’.” She laughed. “And time went on and suddenly, we were graduated, celebrating our first anniversary and I couldn’t imagine myself without you anymore. So, obviously, you decided it was time for another big question.”

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Y/N had taken to work full-time in the bookstore as soon as she graduated while trying to figure out what she actually wanted to do with her life, after all, she couldn’t stay living with her parents forever. Harry, on the other hand, wasn’t having the same problems, as not only he had scored a pretty good job right out of school, even if he was just a trainee for now, but he also came from money and living with his parents was more of a comfort than a necessity.

Neither house was exactly near their workplaces, but they made it work, even if it meant out of their ways to spend just a little more time together.

They were both sitting on Harry’ bed, backs against the wall, hands intertwined, as Y/N rested her head against his shoulder. It was domestic, it was simple, but that moment it was theirs, even if they were too tired to fully appreciate it, sometimes.

“You know, I was thinking…” Harry began, being interrupted by Y/N laughing softly.

“Be careful not to hurt yourself” she added.

“Yes, very funny, love.” He rolled his eyes, gently shoving Y/N with his shoulder and earning a laugh out of her. “Anyway, I was thinking, and I have come to the conclusion that we, like you and me, should get a flat together. Somewhere in the middle of our way to work, you know?! This way we won’t have to leave as early, and we will get to see each other every day.” He rambled. “I reckon that with what I am earning, what you earn, and more what my parents set aside for me for when I graduated, we could find a nice place.”

She could see he was nervous, by the way, the hand holding hers was shaking and his talking faster and faster. She couldn’t help but find it anything but endearing.

“Harry…” she tried, but he was on a rampage.

“I know you hate when I pay for dinner or give you extravagant presents, because I know you keep telling yourself I am somehow gonna think you are only with me because of my money, which is ridiculous because I am the one wanting to do these things, I know you don’t expect me to.” Harry ranted, “But I made the math and with my parent’s money, well I suppose it is mine now, we can pay for a few months of rent in advance for a nice place, which will mean I can save up my salary for future rents and we can use your salary for food and bills, or the other way around.”

“Harry…” she said again, to no avail.

“Look, it is a solid plan, okay? I really thought this through, and I want nothing more than to do this with you.” He squeezed her hand, looking at her. “So, what do you say? Wanna move in with me?”

And throwing herself at him, making her lay on top of him in bed, she exclaimed, “Yes!”.

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Breathing deeply and cleaning her tears away, Y/N picked up, “Moving in with you seemed like the natural next step, but we have to agree that moving day was a disaster.” She shook her head fondly at the memory, “For someone that practiced sports his whole life, you were a terrible help on moving the boxes inside and sorting them out. You were an even worst help when we had to take everything out of the boxes and actually arrange them in their places. I was so stressed and keen on making sure the house would be all sorted out and perfect and you just kept distracting me with kisses and music.” She smiled brightly.

Sneaking a glance at the crowd, Y/N could Harry’ mom crying, although she couldn’t be sure if it was her speech or the situation. These ceremonies do tend to make people emotional, after all.

“Unfortunately, not everything was perfect. We had disagreements some days, I think it would be impossible not to, and other days we would fight so bad that it always left us questioning everything, from why we were even fighting to if it was worth fighting. Sometimes fighting for us, others for what we believed.” Y/N’s voice was somber now, but still firm, even if the tears wouldn’t stop coming.

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After six months of living together, Y/N decided that it was time for her to get a different job, one in the area she wanted to have a career in. As much as she loved the bookstore, Y/N loved the thought of working somewhere else more.

Therefore, she did what one would do when wanting to change jobs and went searching. Whatever job opportunity she found, not that there were many, she applied to.

It wasn’t until a few other months, that Y/N received a letter saying she had been accepted into an apprenticeship. To say she was over the moon was an understatement, and surely, she would have to talk this over with Harry, but maybe she could keep working on the bookstore part-time, while she waited for the apprenticeship to become a real job.

In retrospect, Y/N should’ve known this was how Harry would react to her news, especially when he found out Nate would be taking on this apprenticeship alongside her, but she couldn’t help but feel justified in her anger at that moment. Couldn’t help but wonder how little Harry trusted her.

“So what? I am going to have to see Nate a few days a week, it’s not a bit deal!” Y/N exclaimed, getting out of their room and moving to the living room, frustrated. “It’s not like we still managed to date and have zero problems with this before when I had classes with him during last year.” She remarked, sarcastically. “Oh, wait. We did!”

“Yes, but you didn’t have much of a choice back then!” Harry shouted back, following her. “Now you are deliberately choosing to work with him, to spend time with him. So, excuse me, if I don’t feel comfortable having my girlfriend spend hours with a guy that we know for sure has had a crush on her for the biggest time!” he threw his hands in the air, frustrated. “Plus, he hates me, and you know it!”

Turning to glare at Harry, Y/N felt so close to snapping. All she could think was about how Harry was exaggerating and being unfair. “Oh, so this is about you!” she accused, continuing mockingly “You just don’t want me close to someone that dislikes you, because heaven’s forbidden people to have a somewhat negative view of you, Saint Harry.”

Harry made a noise to protest, visibly angry at being accused by Y/N, however, she quickly shut him down. “Is either that or you don’t trust me enough to be in the same place as someone who might have feelings for me.”

“Of course, I trust you, Y/N!” he protested fiercely. “I just don’t trust Nate.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Y/N exploded. “You are gonna give me that crap? There is no need to trust Nate, because if you trust me, then that should be more than enough for you to know that nothing will happen between us! And you can go fuck yourself if you don’t agree.” she had started to cry somewhere along with the fight, and now that she had snapped, the tears lay heavy on her face.

For a minute the pair was quiet, Y/N’s quiet sobs and Harry’ heavy breathing echoing on the walls of their home. And then Harry was hugging Y/N, whispering reassurances, his cheek resting on top of her head.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, “You are right. I trust you and that is enough. I’m sorry.”

Y/N wanted to be mad, she had so many things she had yet to say to him. She didn’t want this problem to be shoved under a rug, didn’t want to pretend she wasn’t hurt by the fight, and that Harry wasn’t hurt, even if Y/N couldn’t quite see why he would be. But as he wrapped her in a warm embrace, calming her down, Y/N didn’t have the strength to keep fighting.

Not at that moment.

“Please, forgive me.” He begged, separating enough from her so that he could look at her eyes. “Will you stay?”

“Yeah.” She sighed.

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If she stopped to pay attention, Y/N thought she could hear more people crying now. From the corner of her eyes, she could see Michal holding tight to Gemma’ hand, maybe even shedding a tear or two, he had always been one of the biggest supporters of their love, after all.

“Some fights were harder on us than others, but we got through them, eventually. You told me you read it wasn’t good to sleep on a fight, so that meant not sleeping sometimes.” She said halfheartedly. “I think we overcame a lot as individuals and we grew so much, into ourselves and our roles in each other lives. So, when you blurted that you wanted to marry me, interrupting my lovely story about the crazy lady at the supermarket, who by the way was asking to get hit by something, my only answer could be ‘yes’.” She giggles. “After I stopped laughing at your ridiculously red face, of course.”

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It had become a tradition after Y/N moved in closer to Marie’s house and they started to see each other more again, to go out for tea and gossip every Wednesday. It just happened, that this time, Y/N had come bearing the biggest gossip of the year, in her eyes.

“No way!” the girl exclaimed, not worried about the glares she got from the other client at the café. “Let me see it!”

Giggling like a teenager, Y/N showed Marie her hand, the ring Harry gave her wrapping her finger gracefully. “Mind you, the ring came after the actual proposal, but I am not complaining.”

“I would hit you if you were.” Marie threatened. “It’s beautiful.”

And it was.

“Harry said that Gemma tried to convince him to get a large, gold band, with a red rock on the middle, but he knew I would like something simpler,” Y/N explained, bringing her hand close to her face and looking at the ring once more. “I find it that he was right.”

“Harry knows you,” Marie stated simply, “which is why I don’t understand why he thought a big proposal would be a good idea. And why I am grateful he is a dumbass who is too in love with you and ruined his plans.”

Both girls laughed and Y/N raised her cup to the air, “Cheers to that!”

The conversation moved along after that, with both girls enjoying their drinks and chatting about life. Marie told Y/N about this new job opportunity she had, and in exchange, Y/N confessed she had been offered the full-time job, she would no longer be an apprentice.

“So how is the planning coming along?” Marie asked as they were getting ready to leave.

“Not coming at all,” Y/N replied. “I mean, we haven’t been engaged for not even a week yet.”

“True.” She noted. “But still, when you do start planning, you know I will love to help you, right?”

Smiling fondly at her friend, Y/N replied. “Yeah, I know that.”

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The flowers, the food that would be served after the ceremony, the pin holding her hair back. It had all been planned, chosen, carefully picked, to ensure the perfect day.

“You insisted on white lilies for the wedding, despite my many warnings of the flower’s meaning. You were so set on making them work with other, somewhat more cheerful, flowers, that I had no choice but to let it be.” Y/N recalled, her eyes trailing over the flowers as she spoke. “I am very glad that I let you run with your silly joke about lilies, they do look amazing.”

She could taste the salty tears on her face, and she was sure that her makeup was running down her cheeks, but Y/N didn’t let that stop her. She had, after all, a speech to finish, a vow to make.

“You also insisted on seeing my wedding dress before the actual wedding date.” She rolled her eyes fondly, “Multiple times, may I add. But I wanted to surprise you, so I just told you to suck it up and wait, remember? I am pretty sure you laughed and called me bossy, but what Harryers is that you accepted it you wouldn’t see the dress before the wedding.” She said.

“That didn’t mean you didn’t pester me constantly about wanting a sneak peek on the dress.” She chuckled, “But it was fine, because to each day that you bothered me about the damn dress, it was one day we were closer to the wedding until less than 24 hours were left before you could see it.”

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Everything in their relationship had been pretty traditional, some would call, so it made sense for them to spend their last night before the marriage separated.

Harry had insisted that Y/N stayed at the flat and called some of her friends, maybe even her mom, to stay with her; while he would stay with Gemma and Michal for the night. She hadn’t argued much, honestly, knowing that Harry loved his sleepovers, even if he refused to call it that way.

And soon, Y/N found herself without Harry on their flat, with Marie and a lovely glass of wine to keep her company.

The plan for the night wasn’t a complicated one. Y/N would stay in, laughing and drinking with Marie, working on finishing writing her vows and trying not to freak out, because “what if Harry decides he doesn’t want to be with me anymore”. To which Marie had quickly worked to assure her that no Harryer how many fights they had, or how many curses they threw at each other, there would not be a day where Harry didn’t want to be with Y/N.

So, when Y/N’s phone rang not long after Marie decided to cook them dinner and Y/N had started to polish her vows, she didn’t think much of it when picking it up.

What followed were a series of shouts and curses, that eventually led to Y/N begging for it all to be a joke. “No, I am not hearing this, because we are getting married tomorrow! We are! And if this is a joke, it is a terrible one, Harry.” Y/N cried on the phone, “Just stop and tell me it is a joke.”

And surely it was a joke because all Y/N can remember after that is falling asleep to the sound of Harry’ voice. “I will see you tomorrow, Y/N-flower. I will be the one wearing black.”

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“And as I write this vow, I am hoping the dress was everything you had envisioned, Harry. Although I am not sure why you were so obsessed with the dress in the first place.” Y/N smiled, trying to keep her voice from breaking. “And because I know people must be tired of hearing our love story, I am going to wrap this up.” She cleared her throat. “I vow to adore and cherish you forever; to not give your things up, no Harryer how old or neglected they are; to do my best to understand what game is playing and who I should be cheering for; to never go to bed in the middle of a fight; to always let you choose dessert because you always let me choose the main course; to protect our kid from your naming skills and to never, ever, stop loving you.”

It was like all the cries Y/N had heard before, all the sniffling and heavy breaths she knew had been coming from the small crowd, stopped. Suddenly, it was just her and her tears, and it was wrong. It was so wrong.

A beat passed in silence, then a sigh, and after, a muffled sob, before Y/N mastered the courage to keep talking. She wasn’t done yet, there was so much to say and so little time.

“And if fate had decided differently, those vows would have stayed with us forever. As it is, however, life decided that after so many firsts together, after so many questions and so many answers, I would be deprived of saying this particular ‘yes’.” She bitterly complained. “But Harry, you have to know, I would have said yes. There was nothing I would rather be doing more now, than standing in front of everyone we love and saying yes to be your wife.” She confessed. “But I can’t. So, I will settle on saying this: you once told me I was your first love, so I wanna thank you for letting me be your last as well.” She stated, through her tears and hiccups.

Y/N walked towards his grave, with a single white Y/N in one hand, and theirs “would have been” wedding bands on the other. She kneeled, and with a kiss to the flower, threw the objects on the ground.

“You won’t be here for me to do good on my other vows, but I do promise to never forget you and to always love you.” She whispered. “I’m gonna miss you, Harry. I love you.”

It seemed fit, at the time of choosing, to have lilies for the ceremony. Harry thought it was hilarious and Y/N caved in quickly. It seemed even more fit to keep the choice despite the change in the nature of the event, as lilies were deemed to be funeral flowers. And if Y/N had been ready to bloom a full garden of lilies for the wedding, before, now she was just as set, if not more, to make sure that Harry’ grave would always be sporting a bouquet of them, a symbol of an eternal love that was hidden behind jokes and silly nicknames. A symbol of what could have been, but wasn’t.

A symbol of them.

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“In a black dress, she’s such an actress” - Harry Styles × Model Reader AU

Summary - Harry meets a model downtown and falls for her quickly, leading the public to think that it’s a pr stunt. Unsure of what to think, the reader plays along, not knowing that Harry is unaware of the rumours.

For @cruizmanadu, @stephaniemalvie!, @kissessfordraco Xx

A/N - Third and final chapter! Wow! Thank you for the support on this. I apologize for it being shorter than the other chapters. Sadly it’s the end of this story, but if you click here you’ll find my master list and you can request things here. Thank you so so much for everything! I hope you enjoy!

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Part two HERE

“Harry.”

"..."

"Harry."

Harry jolted awake from beside you. "Hi, y/n. What's up?"

"You tell me what's up."

"Um... well, I was just asleep. And now, I'm awake. What about you...?"

"Just wondering why I'm here."

Harry sat up and turned on a lamp. "What? Do you want to go home? I can call you a cab. Pass me my phone. You should've just said."

"No, not 'Why I'm here' as in your apartment here, but as in -" You motioned to the two of you quickly "-here, you know?"

"Oh," Harry put his face in his hands. "I must've misinterpreted something along the way. Oh."

"No, just..." You sighed. How were you supposed to explain this? You racked your brain for an answer to this seemingly impossible question. "Am I some sort of publicity stunt? Or beard? Like, a fake girlfriend?"

Harry raised his eyebrows. "What? What makes you think that?"

"Well, I don't know. It just feels that way. It doesn't feel that way with you, per say, but people online and in the news think that I'm just with you for a bit of good TV."

Harry shook his head, his curls falling into his eyes unintentionally. "That's one hundred percent not the reason why you're 'here', y/n. Not at all."

You turned your head to the side, allowing him to continue on.

Harry just shook his head again. "I- I'm sort of out-of-the-loop on this whole situation. I don't use social media much... can you fill me in?"

You nodded. "Well, we met, obviously. That's where it started."

Harry laughed a little, then waited for you to keep on talking.

"And then after - well, during our first date, or first outing, or whatever, people saw us and took photos and posted them. And that's where it all kicked off."

Harry nodded understandingly.

"Then yesterday, people took loads of photos, and the press and the general public must be starting to get impatient or whatever, because they're really mad. They want to know if I'm a PR stunt or not."

"Yes, but you know you're not one, so what's the worry for?"

You looked down and took a deep breath. "Well, we've only been out twice, and both times the paps found us. Both times we were in a really public place, and a fancy one, too."

"But if you were, wouldn't I have told you? And if not me, someone important from management?"

"My management doesn't tell me much. I thought it could be a bit of a possibility."

"Trust me, y/n. I'm here right now because I am genuinely interested in you. Not because some intern told me to be. I would never, ever keep a secret that big from you. Or any secret, actually. None. I'm sorry you feel that way. I wish you would've told me sooner. I could've arranged a different date, er, whatever."

"Yeah, date," you confirmed. Might as well call it that now. "But I just... well, I guess that's all, really," you laughed.

"So... are we gonna keep doing...-" Harry motioned between the two of you like you had done earlier, "-this?"

"Well, I mean, I can't see why not. I still like you. And you..."

"I obviously still like you. Don't be silly!"

"Okay, and you still like me," you blushed. You felt embarrassed because seriously, blushing? are you 14 again?, but at the same time you were over the moon.

"We can definitely make this whole everyone-thinks-we're-fake thing work. We can just go on, um, dates in private. Like, I can probably get a special reservation..."

"No, no, don't go through all that work. I don't really care what anyone else thinks. And if it gets too bad, do you know what we do?"

"What?"

You quickly grabbed his phone and opened up the camera. "Say cheese!"

The both of you smiled obnoxiously as you hit the capture button.

"That's so cute," Harry laughed as he admired it from his camera roll. "Can I post it?"

"I thought you said you didn't use social media?"

"I'll make an exception for you," he said, kissing your shoulder fondly.

You laughed, then rolled over. "Sorry for bringing this up at the ripe ol' time of three AM."

Harry layed down and held you close. "Don't worry about it. I'm glad you said it when you did."

"Cheers to communication."

"We aren't drinking anything, though."

"Cheers."

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*Photo of you and Harry from that night, in black and white with the caption ':)'. Posted by @HarryStyles*

@harrysenchiladas: OMG IT'S OFFICIAL OMG OMG OMG OMG

@camillesluvbird: omg, i remember when i used to stan harry. so glad to see him dating someone so talented. wishing the best to the two of you cuties x

@purple.y/n.mf : Is this the confirmation we've been waiting for?

@haroldgucci69420ahhh: ugh.

@BTSboyscouts_: I'M IN CLASS RN U MUST BE JOKINGHDBHDH

@Junkookie1 replying to @BTSboyscouts_: Armyyyyyy

@katiesummer: Ew. Nope. Unstanning.

@directiondiana: Wait, it's not officially confirmed yet though. It's just a pic. Idk.

@t0x1ch3nr13: KILL URSELF BB. ;)

@Sarahsmile.s replying to @t0x1ch3nr13: Okay chill out plz

@LiamPayne: Congrats mate! :)

@Laylaz replying to @LiamPayne: omg GET OUTTTTT NO WAY NO WAT NO ADIOISHDIUERH

@Princesspark222 replying to @LiamPayne: HI LEEYUM

@y/ncherrypit replying to @LiamPayne: IT'S CONFIRMED

@HarryStyles replying to @LiamPayne: Thanks mate :)x

@directiondiana replying to @HarryStyles: NO FREAKING WAYYYDUFHSDU

@paynoisthebest replying to @HarryStyles: I'M CRYING RN

@julie25drew replying to @HarryStyles: THIS IS THE BEST POSSIBLE COMEBACK OF ALL TIME I STG

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You leaned over Harry's shoulder to try and get a better look at his phone screen. It was early morning - around eight, you assumed, and you were looking through instagram comments together. Harry had secretly posted the photo while he was taking a pee break in the middle of the night, and the entire internet was in shambles.

"Show me! I wanna read some."

"I'm reading them all!"

"You're skipping the mean ones on purpose. I know you are."

"No I'm not! I swear!"

"Yeah, sure."

"What about that one about how I should cut my hair? That one was pretty mean," he said as he pouted and ran a hand through his chocolate brown bed head.

"Mean ones about me, Harry. There's barely any for you, but me, on the other hand..."

"Wow, self centered much?"

"Harry."

"Sorry, sorry. You know that I'm not funny by now."

"Read them."

"There's none."

"Give me your phone." You reached over and grabbed it from his hands, noticing the many rings on his fingers. You wondered if he slept with them on or just slipped them on as soon as he woke up. You decided to ask him later.

Harry watched as you scrolled through thousands, if not millions, of comments in awe. You were surprised to see that he was right - there we little to no negative comments compared to last time.

"Believe me now?"

You nodded silently.

"Told ya I would never lie."

You rolled into him lazily and grinned.

"Want me to make breakfast?"

"...Sure."

Harry jumped up, and you followed him to the kitchen. It was only when you sat down at the table when you realized you were wearing Harry's clothes.

"Oh my god," you muttered, inspecting your shirt.

"What?" He asked half-heartedly, rooting through his SmartFridge for some eggs. Of course this man had a SmartFridge.

"Just looking at my pink Gucci shirt that I'm just magically wearing right now. And... are these sweatpants Gucci, too?"

"They're just spare clothes I hadn't opened yet. Don't worry, there's no cooties or anything."

"How do you just have spare Gucci clothes lying around?"

Harry shrugged as he shut the door and walked over to the oven. "You can keep them. They suit you better."

"Oh. Well, thanks."

"No problem!"

"Want any help with breakfast?"

"Nope!"

"I can make toast."

"No, I've got it."

"I want to."

"The bread is in the breadbox."

You walked over, took out a (homemade) loaf, and began to cut it. "When did I put these clothes on?"

"After I drug you home from the restaurant."

"Huh."

"You don't remember, do you?"

"...No. Can't say that I do."

"Oh, wow. I knew you were drunk, but not that drunk."

"I didn't embarrass myself, did I?"

"No, of course not."

"Oh, thank goodness. I would've cried."

"Well, there was that one time..."

"What?!"

"I'm just kidding."

"Never pursue a career in stand-up comedy."

"Wasn't planning on it!"

You popped the bread into the toaster and sighed.

"Are you tired?" Harry asked.

"No, but I do want to run to the washroom."

"Okay, I'll be out here if ya need me."

"Okay."

"..."

"Where... is it?"

"You don't remember?"

"Clearly no."

"Down that hall, third door on the right. It's the one with the toilet in it."

Harry doubled over at his own joke while you suppressed a smile that eventually cracked. You walked down his fancy apartment hall and went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.

It wasn't until you saw his makeup wipes when you remembered a tiny bit of last night - he had makeup. He had makeup because he had makeup wipes, which he offered to you. After that you went to the kitchen and drank something, and then you woke up with Disney+ paused asking him why you were there and confronting him. Suddenly, memories of being confused came rushing back to you. You grabbed a towel and shook your head, smiling - you were glad that drama fest was over.

You walked back into the kitchen and saw Harry laying out eggs and toast carefully, then standing back and admiring his own work. You smiled; he hadn't noticed you walk in, and he was being cute. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and he jumped a little.

"Didn't see you there."

"Hi."

"Bon appetite."

"Why, thank you!"

"Do you know what I was thinking? O should do your makeup after breakfast."

You smiled.

"Do you remember that?"

"I actually did back in the washroom."

"Awesome!"

You smiled as you watched him dig into his eggs. "You're good at keeping promises."

"Thank you!"

You grinned and took a bite.

You could get used to this.

Get used to him.

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epiclarryficrecs · 7 years

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April Fic Rec!

Guys! I don’t think any one of my posts as ever been as popular as my February-March fic rec, so thank you so much!! I hope you like this one :)

Validation (4k); Or the one where Harry worked in a parking garage and he totally didn’t mean for this, the whole validation of people as well as their parking tickets, to become a thing. It just kinda...did.

In This Light (4k): Harry gets a position on the school yearbook staff, which is fine until he falls in love with Louis Tomlinson through the lens of his camera.

Ain't My Fault (7k): “Liam, M4M is for sex! You posted in a sex forum about your missing jacket.” Liam posts an ad on the wrong section of Craigslist, Louis is pretty sure they’re gonna get murdered as a result, and Harry’s missing an avocado.

Worlds Away (7k): astronaut au fic where Louis is staying on the international space station and Harry is on earth working ground control and he and Louis have really quiet late night chats after most of the workers are gone and get to know each other in the biggest long distance relationship u could ever have…then eventually Louis comes back to earth and they have a beautiful meeting

for a spell that can't be broken (8k): A Harry Potter AU where Louis' got a secret crush on Harry and won't admit it until a late entrance into potions class outs him.

Nora (8k); Harry works at an adoption centre and lets Louis adopt his favourite cat.

Awe (8k, WIP, 2/?): Louis held his breath as he watched Harry squat, thick thighs flexing and straining under the thin fabric of his athletic shorts. He watched Harry bite down on his plump, kissable bottom lip and slip his large hand under the center of the sofa. He watched as Harry’s bicep bunched and bulged under the seeming effort and he watched, miraculously, as Harry exhaled and lifted the 600 pound sofa up and over his head.

Make Him Want to Sin (9k): Harry is a curatorial assistant at the London Museum of Natural History, on the day of the big annual gala he catches a glimpse of someone unexpected.

What's Stopping You? (14k): Or, the one where Harry wants to get over his crush on Louis, so he makes a Grindr account to find someone new. Of course, Louis messages him, not realizing H's real identity. It only takes a few days for them to figure it out.

The Love Hour (17k): Or the fic where Harry is a love Guru and Louis needs relationship advice. Lots of it.

#monthly fic rec #Larry Stylinson #larry fanfic #larry fic #larry fanfiction #larry fic rec #larry fan fiction #1d fanfiction #1D FanFic #1d fic #1d fanfcition #one direction fanfic #one direction fic #one direction fic rec

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smileyysstoryfactory-bcd-blog · 7 years

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Chapter Three

Am Montag sah Louis Harry wie immer in der Mittagspause in der Cafeteria. Er saß dort mit seinem besten Freund Niall an ihrem Stammplatz, Harry holte sich gerade vorn an der Ausgabe etwas zu Essen. Der letzte vor ihm nahm gerade sein Tablett und balancierte es zu einem der Tische. Harry wollte der Frau an der Theke gerade sagen, was er essen wollte, als er von einem Jungen weg geschubst wurde. „Weg da, Styles“, brummte dieser nur und er wusste, dass Harry sich nicht wehren würde. Das machte es ihm umso leichter. „Hier wird nicht gedrängelt“, murrte die rundliche Frau an der Ausgabe gelangweilt. Sie scherte sich eigentlich einen Dreck darum, wer wann was wollte und ob dabei gedrängelt wurde oder nicht. „Er hat mir nur den Platz freigehalten, stimmt’s, Harry?“ Er drehte sich zu ihm um. Harry sagte nichts, senkte den Kopf und schloss für einen Moment lang die Augen, um sich zu besinnen. Er konnte sich nicht gegen ihn durchsetzen, das wusste er, daher versuchte er es gar nicht erst. „Warte kurz“, sagte Louis ein paar Tische weiter zu Niall und stand auf. Er ging hinüber zur Ausgabe und zog den Jungen aus Harrys Jahrgang aus der Reihe. „Stell dich hinten an, du Idiot.“ Harrys Blick begegnete dem von Louis. Der Junge aus seiner Klasse sah zu Louis und dann zu Harry. „Oh, Styles, holst du jetzt schon deinen großen Bruder aus der Oberstufe?“ „Er ist nicht mein Bruder und jetzt stell dich hinten an.“ Er riss sich aus Louis’ Griff los und ging mit argwöhnischem Blick ans Ende der Schlange. „Danke, das war echt nett, aber das wäre nicht nötig gewesen, wirklich“, murmelte Harry, während er sich sein Essen geben ließ. „Er hat nicht das Recht, dich herumzuschubsen und sich vorzudrängeln, und das muss ihm jemand zeigen.“ Dass Louis es damit wahrscheinlich nur noch schlimmer gemacht hatte, traute er sich nicht zu sagen. „Ich komme auch allein gut klar, Louis.“ „Das sah nicht danach aus.“ „Ich brauche keinen Beschützer“, murmelte Harry leise. „Willst du dich trotzdem zu uns an den Tisch setzen?“, fragte er und nickte mit dem Kopf in Richtung des Tisches, an dem Niall gerade allein in seinem Essen herum stocherte. „Nein, lieber nicht.“ Er stellte sein Tablett auf einem leeren Tisch ab und setzte sich. Louis war verwirrt. Harry hatte gestern so nett gewirkt, ganz anders als jetzt. Er war völlig verschlossen, redete kaum und wirkte eingeschüchtert. Vielleicht lag es nur an der Situation, aber Louis hatte das Gefühl, dass Harry nichts mit ihm zu tun haben wollte. Zwar hatte sich Harry vor ihrem gestrigen Gespräch nie anders verhalten, hatte nie mit jemandem geredet, hatte immer allein an dem Tisch in der Mitte gesessen und für sich allein gegessen und war in den Pausen immer abgeschottet von den anderen gewesen, aber Louis hatte gedacht, sie hätten jetzt einen Draht zueinander. Aber da hatte er sich wohl geirrt. Gestern hatte Louis zum ersten mal den Eindruck gehabt, Harry wäre wie jeder andere, aber das war wohl doch nicht der Fall. Er wollte schlichtweg keine Freunde haben, so wirkte es zumindest. Jeder an der Schule wusste, dass mit Harry etwas nicht stimmte, aber niemand hatte ihn je darauf angesprochen. Es schien immer, als lebte er in seiner eigenen Welt, manchmal sah er ganz abwesend aus. Louis erwischte sich während der Mittagspause noch ein paarmal dabei, wie er über seine Schulter hinweg zu Harry blickte, wie er allein dort saß und aß. Niemand setzte sich zu ihm an den Tisch, so wie fast immer. Und wenn es doch mal geschah, dann räumte Harry sein Tablett auf, selbst wenn er noch nicht mit dem Essen fertig war, und ging einfach. Louis musste sich eingestehen, dass er wohl mehr als nur manchmal auf Harry geachtet hatte. Er war eben sonderbar. Während die meisten an der Schule ihn für irre hielten, sah Louis an ihm seit dem gestrigen Abend eine neue Seite. Er war nicht irre, eher sonderbar. Er war eben nicht wie alle. Er versteckte sich, isolierte sich. Es war nicht so, dass er schüchtern war, er antwortete auch nicht, wenn man ihn etwas fragte. Er war einfach in seiner eigenen kleinen Welt, in der es nur ihn selbst gab. „Er ist ein Freak, wieso hast du ihm geholfen?“, Niall holte seinen besten Freund in die Realität zurück, denn er starrte den Lockenkopf, der allein am Tisch saß, schon eine ganze Weile lang an. „Er ist kein Freak.“ Louis schüttelte den Kopf. „Als ob du davon eine Ahnung hättest.“ Niall schnaubte. Louis spielte kurz mit dem Gedanken, ihm von ihrer kurzen Unterhaltung gestern Abend zu erzählen, entschied sich aber doch dagegen. „Ich glaube, er ist eigentlich ganz normal“, sagte er stattdessen. „Er ist nicht normal. Die ganze Mittelstufe weiß es und du auch.“ Niall sprach mit vollem Mund. Es klang ekelhaft und sah auch so aus, aber Lou war die Marotten seines besten Freundes bereits gewohnt. Louis beließ es dabei. Es brachte ja doch nichts, darüber zu diskutieren. Niall hatte wahrscheinlich sowieso recht, denn Harry hatte sich heute von einer wieder neuen Seite gezeigt, die er nicht gekannt hatte. Es war nicht so, als wollte Harry keine Freunde haben. Wirklich nicht. Er hätte sich gefreut, hätte er jemanden gehabt, mit dem er sich unterhalten konnte, Spiele spielen und was immer Jugendliche so taten. Harry war sich gar nicht sicher. Fußballspielen, Videospiele und sich über ihre Handys schreiben. Harry hatte aber gar kein Handy. Er konnte auch nicht wirklich gut Fußball spielen, das hatte er schon lange nicht mehr getan. Er konnte auch keine Freunde zu sich einladen, denn er hatte nur eine Matratze. Videospiele hatte er auch nicht, er hatte ja nicht mal eine Konsole. Er konnte auch keine spielen, denn das hatte er noch nie. Keiner dieser Gründe war jedoch der wesentliche Grund dafür, warum er keine Freunde hat und es überhaupt mied, mit allen Menschen zu sprechen. Er hatte Angst. Angst davor, dass es aufkam, dass es jemand erfuhr. Und noch mehr Angst hatte er vor den Folgen, die es mit sich zog. Niemand wollte etwas zu tun haben mit einem Jungen wie Harry. Er hatte keinerlei Durchsetzungsvermögen oder Selbstsicherheit. Er war nur ein Junge, der restlos von seinem Vater ausgenommen wurde. Jeder hätte es als krank, abscheulich oder einfach nur widerlich angesehen. Niemand würde in Harry noch Harry sehen, sondern nur noch das, was ihm sein Vater antat. Nach der Mittagspause hatte Harry Sport. Er war ziemlich unsportlich und hatte auch dementsprechende Noten. Er war eben nicht so wie die anderen schon seit Jahren in einem Fußball-, Basketball- oder Handballverein oder schwamm oder machte sonst irgendwie Sport. Harry durfte eigentlich gar nicht vor die Tür und er tat es auch nicht. Um sich selbst zu schützen. Auf dem Weg von den Umkleidekabinen zu den Sporthallen erhaschte Harry einen kurzen Blick auf Louis und war verwirrt. Er ging in die selbe Sporthalle wie die anderen auch. Der Lehrer machte eine Ankündigung, um die allgemeine Verwirrung von Harrys Klasse aufzuklären. „Wegen des kurzfristigen Ausfalls von Mr. Goldfield über einen wahrscheinlich längeren Zeitraum, werden die elften Klassen vorübergehend mit den zehnten Klassen gemeinsam Sport haben. Das bedeutet, wir haben eine größere Klasse und ich habe weniger Zeit euch alle zu benoten. Also lasst uns keine Zeit verlieren und baut die Geräte auf.“ „Ich hab gehört, Goldfield hat sich am Knie verletzt. Irgendwas mit der Kniescheibe“, schnappte Harry auf dem Weg in den Geräteschuppen auf. Das kam ihm gerade noch recht. Harry war unfreundlich zu Louis gewesen und wurde nun mit mehreren Monaten des gemeinsamen Unterrichts mit eben jenem bestraft. Das konnte ja noch witzig werden. Harry stellte sich beim Geräteturnen wie immer recht ungeschickt an im Gegensatz zu seinen Mitschülern. Er war eben ein Schwächling und kaum imstande dazu, seinen eigenen Körper hochzustemmen. Meistens war er schon nach der Aufwärmrunde erschöpft und total verschwitzt. Ihm war klar, dass seine Mitschüler ihn oft dafür belächelten, aber was sollte er schon dagegen tun? Heute tat ihm noch dazu der Rücken höllisch weh, weil er mit der Matratze auf dem Boden geschlafen hatte. „Hey … uhm … ich weiß einen Trick, dann tust du dir vielleicht etwas leichter“, quatschte Louis Harry von hinten an. Harry schloss die Augen. Das hatte ihm jetzt gerade noch gefehlt. Ich brauche keine Hilfe, schon gar nicht von dir. Harry beschloss, einfach gar nicht mit ihm zu reden. So wurde er die meisten Leute schnell wieder los. Klar, es war unhöflich, aber für Harry war es schwer, sich mit Leuten zu unterhalten. Sie verstanden ihn eben nicht und er sie genauso wenig. Es war als kämen sie von zwei verschiedenen Welten. Keiner von ihnen hatte sich je mit Harrys Problemen herumschlagen müssen, Harry wiederum hatte nie ihr Leben gelebt. „Sorry, falls ich dir vorhin irgendwie den Eindruck vermittelt habe, du könntest nicht für dich selbst handeln. Ich wollte nur … na ja, ich hatte eben das Gefühl, du kommst nicht klar. Wie auch immer. Ich lass es ab jetzt. Du brauchst meine Hilfe nicht.“ Eigentlich brauchte Harry sie sehr dringend und das wusste er auch, nur ging es eben nicht. Harry und Louis konnten keine Freunde sein, das würden sie auch nie. Sie waren einfach zu verschieden. Harry kam eben von einem ganz anderen Stern. Sie würden sich niemals verstehen, wären nicht einmal auf einer Wellenlänge oder würden einander vertrauen. Louis vielleicht Harry, aber nicht umgekehrt. Harry konnte niemandem vertrauen. Es war nicht so, als hätte jemand sein Vertrauen missbraucht, aber er fürchtete sich davor, das jemand etwas nicht für sich behalten konnte. Etwas ganz Bestimmtes. „Wie auch immer, ich wollte dich fragen, ob du später schon was vorhast. Hast du?“ Harry war verblüfft, das tatsächlich jemand etwas mit ihm zu tun haben wollte, schließlich hatte er nicht wirklich den besten Ruf an der Schule. Hin und wieder hörte er Mitschüler über ihn reden, manchmal sogar, wenn er in der Nähe war. „Keine Ahnung, warum du denkst, du müsstest dich mit mir anfreunden“, keuchte der Jüngere. „Ich hätte nicht gedacht, dass jemand wie du es ablehnen würde, mit jemandem abzuhängen, wenn er es auch noch angeboten bekommt“, erwiderte Louis spitz. „Jemand wie ich?“ „Jemand, der immer allein ist und keinen einzigen an der ganzen Schule hat, mit dem er sich überhaupt unterhalten kann. Du bist nicht wirklich jemand, der sich vor Freunden kaum retten kann. Ich wollte nur nett sein, aber wenn du nicht abhängen willst.“ Er zuckte mit den Schultern. „Ich weiß nicht, worauf du es abgesehen hast, aber von mir aus. Ich muss um sieben zuhause sein, vorher kannst du mir ja erzählen, was du überhaupt von mir willst.“ Harry wollte sich wirklich nicht so anstellen, er wusste gar nicht, was in ihn gefahren war, so stur und unhöflich zu sein. Er wollte schon lange wieder einen Freund haben. Nach dem Geräteturnen blieb ihnen noch etwas Zeit, um eine Runde Zombieball zu spielen. Die Regeln waren simpel; Es gab keine Mannschaften, jeder spielte gegen jeden. Es gab drei Bälle, wer getroffen wurde, wurde zum Zombie und hatte damit verloren. Der letzte übrige „Mensch“ hatte dann gewonnen. Harry hasste dieses Spiel. Er fühlte sich dabei wie ein herum gescheuchtes Schaf, das von drei Seiten attackiert wurde. Noch dazu überragten ihn die meisten Elftklässler mit einem ganzen Kopf und kamen so wesentlich leichter an fliegende Bälle heran. Aus dem Nichts traf Harry ein unerwartet harter Ball am Rücken und er fiel um wie ein Sack Kartoffeln. Es tat so weh, dass Harry mehrmals nach Luft schnappte, als er dort auf dem Boden lag. Bei seinem Sturz hatte er sich auch noch das Knie auf dem Boden angeschlagen. Verdammt. Louis kam auf ihn zu gerannt und half ihm auf die Beine. Harry musste die Zähne zusammen beißen und nickte nur auf die Frage, ob alles okay sei. Er schleppte sich etwas humpelnd zu der Bank am Rand der Halle, wo auch die anderen Zombies saßen. Er hielt sich so unauffällig wie möglich den Rücken und rieb über die schmerzende Stelle. Er hätte schwören können, dass der Treffer ihn kurz ohnmächtig hatte werden lassen. Harry war froh, als sie nach der Runde endlich in die Umkleiden durften. Er war aber nur so lange froh, bis er mitbekam, wie sich alle über seinen legendären Sturz lustig machten. Er versuchte, sich nicht anmerken zu lassen, wie sehr ihn das verletzte, zog sich schneller um als alle anderen und verließ die Umkleidekabine sofort. Harry hatte sich noch nie über jemanden lustig gemacht, womit hatte er es also verdient, dass alle über ihn lachten? Er begann sich zu fragen, ob es der Grund war, aus dem Louis ihn zu sich eingeladen hatte. Weil er sich insgeheim auch über ihn lustig machte und nur herausfinden wollte, ob er wirklich so komisch war, wie alle es von ihm dachten. Und dass er dann seinen Freunden von dem dummen Zehntklässler erzählen konnte, der doch ernsthaft glaubte, er wollte eine Freundschaft mit ihm. Damit hätte er sich noch mehr über ihn lustig machen können. Harry ritt sich so sehr in diese Logik hinein, dass es für ihn gar keinen anderen Grund gab, warum Louis eigentlich mit ihm „abhängen“ wollen könnte. Er setzte sich auf eine Bank auf dem Pausenhof und wartete darauf, dass Louis die Sporthalle verließ. Wegen seines neuen Zweitjobs konnte sein Vater ihn nicht von der Schule abholen. Eigentlich ging er immer zu Fuß nachhause oder fuhr ein paar Stationen mit dem Bus. Früher hatte sein Dad ihn immer morgens zur Schule gebracht und nachmittags abgeholt, jetzt konnte er ihn nur noch morgens bei der Schule absetzen, dann schlief er ein paar Stunden und ging zu seinem Zweitjob. Er tat echt alles, damit sie das Haus behalten konnten, in dem Harry aufgewachsen war. Wenn es mit dem Geld nicht mehr hinreichte, würde Harry wohl auch einen Minijob annehmen müssen. Das Haus war viel zu groß für sie beide allein, aber die verbanden beide viele Erinnerungen damit und sie wussten beide, dass sie es nicht kampflos aufgeben könnten. Die Küche, in der Harrys Mutter immer fröhlich zu ihrer Rockmusik tanzend gekocht hatte, das Wohnzimmer, wo sie immer gemeinsam am Wochenende ferngesehen hatten, das große Schlafzimmer von Harrys Eltern im ersten Stock, wo er hin und wieder zu ihnen unter die Decke gekrochen hatte. Das Badezimmer, von dem Harry noch von Kinderfotos gesehen hatte, wie seine Eltern ihn als Baby im Waschbecken gebadet hatten. Das Atelier, wo Harrys Mutter oft stundenlang mit Gemälden aller Art beschäftigt gewesen war. Auch Harry hatte dort als kleiner Junge schon die ein oder andere Leinwand bemalt. Harrys Schlafzimmer, wo seine Mom ihm abends vorgesungen oder vorgelesen hatte, wo sie unter dem Bett immer ganz gründlich nach Monstern gesucht hatte, wo Harry den ganzen Tag mit Spielkameraden verbracht hatte. Der Garten, wo seine Mutter im Frühjahr immer etliche verschiedene Blumen und Samen gepflanzt hatte. Wo sie im Sommer immer gegrillt hatten. Wo sie im Herbst in dem fallenden, bunten Laub getanzt hatten. Wo sie im Winter immer einen Schneemann gebaut hatten. Nun ja, sie bauten nun keine Schneemänner mehr, tanzten fröhlich im Laub, grillten oder pflanzten Blumen und Gemüse. Am Esstisch in der Küche standen nun nur noch zwei Stühle statt dreien. Das Atelier war nur noch als Abstellkammer für Harrys Besitztümer gut genug. Die riesige Sammlung von Moms Rock-CDs war im Keller verschwunden und auch sonst alles, was an sie erinnerte. Harry durfte gar nicht in den Keller. Sein Vater meinte es nur gut. Er sagte immer, das würde er sowieso nicht verkraften.

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i'll be yours for Christmas by @lougendarey

4,874 words │General Audience

Pairing: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

My family invited you to join our holiday meal as an obvious setup and i’m so sorry.

Read it now on Ao3!

#1d christmas fest #larry fic #lougendarey #christmas larry fic #larry fic post #larry fanfic #larry fanfcition

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ravewood · 7 years

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Enemies Turn to Lovers

Zaden Voss, extremely hot, somewhat smart, even funny in a way. Ever girl's perfect guy. But not for Nova, an average girl with bad anxiety problems. Zaden Voss has been Nova's tormentor since her first steps. Since their mothers have been best friends they are forced to see each other ever single day. Zaden loved to pick her nerves and she hated him. Sophomore year he got sent to military school, but what if he comes back and wont leave Nova's side for anything.

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babymyharry · 7 years

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the morning after

about five of my friends and i were just casually chilling around the coffee table @ 3 am last night (morning) talking about what we would do if any of us ever hooked up with harry. don't ask, idk either. but that’s how this got thrown together. i should be doing homework right now btw. i hate harry styles a lot (jk i love that bitch)

WARNINGS :: a lot of this is literally just “texts” but you know i like to think i have a sense of humor so :-) like i said this is what i, ME PERSONALLY, would do if i ever hooked up with harold (lol) soooooo keep that in mind lmfao.

don’t know how i feel about this one (questions my entire thought process) but hey! it’s something and i haven't posted in a while :) enjoy (;

O V E R V I E W

“Lady in the streets, freak in the sheets or summat like tha’?”

He gets a playful shove and the roll of her eyes as she tries not to laugh at that. What a fuckin’ dork (which, in truth, just makes him all the more perfect to Y/N.)

“You’re a comedic lad, aren’t ya?”

She didn’t get crushes very easily, but it seems Harry was just the right amount of charming to have her falling faster than Alice did chasing after that damn rabbit.

Y/N doesn’t do one night stands and Harry truly and honestly believes she’s a proper angel or something.

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It was the light streaming in through the enormous glass window that woke Y/N up from her slumber. She felt completely at peace, the atmosphere she was in creating the perfect ambiance for her restless early morning thoughts.

That is, until she realized where she was. Well, not that she really knew exactly where the fuck she was. Because this house is definitely not her tiny studio apartment and there’s no baby Siberian husky at her feet that usually kept her company during the night and made sure to wake her with a slobbery kiss and there was no (annoying) roommate to wake her with the sounds of God knows what.

Needless to say, Y/N had no idea what she was doing here.

She vaguely remembers what even happened last night, if she’s being quite honest. Something about an award show her boss (whom she was an assistant for) dragged her to and a whole lot of famous people.

And that’s exactly what makes her eyes widen and her eyes dart over to the sleeping man next to her. His bare back was facing her but she knows those tattoos from anywhere and - oh shit, he’s rolling over!

Y/N doesn't mean for her mouth to drop in pure shock when her guess of who was next to her turns out to be accurate.

Holy fuck, I hooked up with Harry Styles.

His eyes were still shut tight and she really doesn't think she’s ever seen any boy look so peaceful in her whole damn life. He looks beautifully fucked out and Y/N smiles a sly smile with the remembrance that she’s the one that did that to him.

Yet, that doesn't stop the adrenaline coursing through her and her mind raising a mile a minute. She really hopes he’s a deep sleeper when she tip toes over to her forgotten purse. She rolls her eyes when she spots her undies quite literally hanging from the lamp sitting in the corner of his bedroom.

Y/N wasn’t always one for one night stands. She had always gone with the boyfriend route. Any boy who was ever interested in her knew you had to make her feel like a princess much before any clothes would be coming off. And so they did that. She’s had over 5 boyfriends in the past 2 years and maybe it was her fault she kept falling for assholes but Y/N really think she has the words “hurt me” and “break my heart” tattooed on her damn forehead or summat. Because none of them ever worked out. The longest relationship she’s ever been in was three months and that ended about 2 weeks ago when Y/N caught him cheating on her with her roommate (she also needed to seriously look for a new roommate).

Her best friend Celeste told her the easiest way to forget about a dude was by getting another dudes attention.

Maybe that’s exactly what Y/N was doing.

She peers back at the bed with, sure enough, a knocked out Harry Styles still very much asleep. She grabs her phone out of the small clutch she had brought to the event with her last night and texts Celeste with emotions she doesn't know how to describe raising through her.

to Celeste girl, please tell me you're awake!!!! need some girl help asap

from Celeste what's shakin??

to Celeste okay no time to explain but i took your advice and ventured out and kinda hooked up with a guy??? and he's sound asleep next to me and idk what to do i've neVER BEEN IN THIS SITUATION?? should i like leave or is that bad or will he be annoyed if i stay GIRL HELP ME

from Celeste whoa Y/N!!! WHAT THEFUCK NEVER THOT YOU HAD IT IN YOU

to Celeste SHUT UP OMG HELP ME IM A NUN IDK THESE THINGS

from Celeste okok so he's sleeping right??

to Celeste like a baby

from Celeste yeah plz stay omg

to Celeste stay? should i act like i'm sleeping or something when he wakes up or?????

from Celeste i mean sure but regardless DONT LEAVE THAT HOUSE

to Celeste OK GOTCHA see this is why we're friends

from Celeste so i can give you hoe advice?

to Celeste precisely.

from Celeste yo is he hot lmao

to Celeste girl he's a dream. not only that he's such a gentleman

from Celeste MARRY HIM

to Celeste stfu i'm still freaking out

from Celeste what is this boy's name i need details

to Celeste you wouldn't believe me if i told you

from Celeste wait so i know him??

to Celeste uhm!! kinda ig omg

from Celeste TELL ME DONT DEPRIVE ME OF GOSSIP

to Celeste my lips are sealed

from Celeste ugh you whore Y/N's finally got some dick after lame ass dude from film school and he's so hot she can't even name him. will we ever find out mr dreamy's name?? we'll just have to wait and see. you know i'm always watching. xoxo, gossip girl

to Celeste LMFAO STOPP IT ADKJSF srsly Celeste i'm freaking out i don't know how he's gonna react when he wakes up

from Celeste i'm going to be so honest bc we're best friends. he may be a rly nice ass dude and i'm hoping to God but if he's an ass and asks you to leave i don't want your lil heart to hurt okay? some guys are like that and i don't want you to get your hopes up

to Celeste i won't i won't he was just a hot hookup, yeah?

from Celeste for now at least yeah but hey maybe mr dreamy is rly who you say he is and you end up dating or some shit that would be rad as hell but for now UNLEASH THE INNER HOE

to Celeste OH SHIT HE JUST MOVED GTG PRAY FOR ME

from Celeste CALL ME RIGHT AFTER YOU LEAVE BABE I WANNA GET TO KNOW MR DREAMY BETTER

And so with the roll of her eyes and a smile on her lips, Y/N swiftly makes her way back over to the bed, so quietly you might question if she was supposed to be some sort of spy in a different life.

It’s about three minutes later when his eyes start fluttering that she puts on her best acting impression of someone who totally didn't just text her best friend asking about hook up advice.

Harry’s hands go to his eyes and he’s blinking and wiping the sleep away when he gets a glimpse of the mile long legs next to his. There’s a brief flashback of last night where those same legs were wrapped around his hips in the car on the way to his flat after - fuck, what event even was that? Her tantalizing physique making it nearly impossible for him to wait to just fucking rip the fabric of the dress off.

He shakes his head of the memory, glancing to the right angel next to him.

Her hair was draped perfectly around her face resembling a halo or summat and Harry really doesn’t know what to call the emotions coursing through him.

She’s beautiful, he decides. Completely and irrevocably beautiful. Harry’s heart does a weird twist and he has no fucking idea what it means but he can’t find a reason to dislike whatever was happening. He quite likes the feeling, actually.

He doesn't know what the fuck to do, though. Wake her? Let her sleep?

If only Harry knew she was in the exact same situation minutes ago.

He opts for leaning over and cuddling into her with a lingering kiss to her cheek. (Y/N was quite the actress, wasn't she?)

Her eyes slowly blink open as if she’s been asleep for a decade and then they meet with his.

Her eyes roam from his eyes to his lips, from his eyes to his lips, from his eyes to his lips....

The next thing Harry knows is that they’re kissing. Much less fervent than last night but the drive is still there and he was over the moon about it. Her giggle causes the dimples to shine through as she broke the kiss.

They probably just stared at each other for a good couple of seconds before he muttered the first sober words, “Mornin’, love.”

Maybe they were both dissociating the fact they were proper strangers. Proper giggling like they’d been dating or something - how absurd. But neither Harry or Y/N really seem to have a care in the world about that.

His voice was thick and raspy and Y/N never knew British accents were her thing till now. She could get used to this.

But then realty sunk in.

He’s Harry Styles. He’s a multi-milonaire with enough female attention to have a one night stand every night for the rest of his life and then some, if it did fancy him. Y/N couldn't be anything special to him. Right?

“I should.. I should probably go, right?”

His eyebrows furrow and those dimples are no where to be found when her question is asked. Maybe Harry was wrong, maybe she didn't feel the same way.

But God. He doesn't think anyone has ever successfully made him feel this fucked out in a long time and the fact her beauty had him proper stuttering over the next thing he said to her was proof enough of how he felt.

“What’s the rush?” The way his words come out so very somber (replicating a wounded little puppy dog, and Y/N’s heart almost breaks) causes Y/N to put a hand to his cheek as her eyes go wild in panic.

“Didn't- didn’t mean it like tha’! Swear. Sorry, I’m just.. not really used to this kinda thing.”

Harry’s eyes shine at that as lips turn upwards, “Whatcha mean by tha’?”

“Like,” she motions between the two of them, “I don't hook up.”

Harry wouldn't admit that actually makes him all the more attracted to her. She definitely wasn’t inexperienced, that he already knew. Far from that, if he’s being frank. But it might've tickled his tulips a bit too much with the information that she hadn’t accompanied too many blokes in their bedroom affairs and he’s seriously relieved about that. Not that he has any room to be jealous of her past lovers... but he is.

“Lady in the streets, freak in the sheets or summat like tha’?”

He gets a playful shove and the roll of her eyes as she tries not to laugh at that. What a fuckin’ dork (which, in truth, just makes him all the more perfect to Y/N.)

“You’re a comedic lad, aren’t ya?”

Y/N really wants to kiss those dimples and stay wrapped in his arms forever. She didn’t get crushes very easily, but it seems Harry was just the right amount of charming to have her falling faster than Alice did chasing after that damn rabbit.

The hand that was resting on her hip squeezes playfully as he chuckles a very boyish laugh that makes him look years younger. Y/N is a bit too enamored with how pretty she thinks he is. How long ago did they meet again?

“I try, my darling,” There’s a flash in his eyes and it seems he wants to say so much but settles with holding his hand out for her to shake and she’s confused till he speaks.

“M’harry.”

She grins with realization and Harry decides every time she smiles an angel defiently gets their wings. “Y/N.”

And so they shake hands with eyes full of a lustful kind of love and hearts full of gold.

“Nice to meet yeh, love.”

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