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glitteredrry · 1 year

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that’s my apron

summary: Harry comes to meet Y/N’s family for the first time during Christmas.

warning: anxious harry, supportive y/n, big family, and fluff! this was lightly edited.

wc: 3.1k

“Harry looked like a lost puppy. Poor boy.”

Her sister Ava said from Y/N’s bed reporting back to her what she had observed. She had been outside when she was watching Harry try to interact with the men of her family. In Ava’s opinion, he was doing okay just looking a bit uncomfortable without Y/N by his side.

Harry was staying and meeting her family for the first time, and one would say it was going well…enough. Easter this year was reserved for Harry’s family, and Christmas was his time to meet her family.

Last night when the both of them had shown up at her grandparent's home, they weren't expecting them to separate them (since they weren’t married) to different sides of the house. When Harry woke up in the morning expecting to find her downstairs at breakfast, Y/N had already gotten dragged out of the house by her Aunt to go help her at the market.

Then when Y/N arrived back home, her own Grandpa had taken Harry away to go help him with the mundane tasks that he needed to be done. She was fresh out of the shower when her sister slipped inside the room to report back to her. She was a teenager and timid to go try to stir up a conversation with Harry. So, instead, she would just try to get to learn about him through her older sister.

“I’m going to go straight to him after I change. Where was he?” Y/N asked her as she looked at her on the bed. Before Ava could answer she was searching the room in her towel.

“He was in the backyard. They all were near the grill talking about who knows what. Harry wasn’t really engaged in the conversation. He looked hesitant to join. ”

“Harry, he’s an ambivert. Does that make sense, Ava?” Y/N said to her as went back into the bathroom to clip her bra, and put on some underwear.

“No, it doesn’t.” Y/N hears her echo from the bed.

As she walked out of the bathroom you stopped to talk to her. “What it means is that Harry is a shy person. He can be very to himself when he wants to be, that same person can be the life of the part if he wants to be. He is just not feeling as if he can be himself right now because he is being perceived by people he doesn’t know. Does that make sense?” She continued on her way to put on a dress. It was not completely chilly outside today.

Ava liked hearing her talk about Harry. She had never seen her sister have a serious boyfriend, so, once Y/N told her about Harry, she could hear the way she loved him by how she talked about him. She could even see right now in Y/N’s urgency to get dressed and go see him how much she do. “It does. Well, I’ll get out of your hair. See you downstairs.” Y/N smiled at her as she slipped out of the room closing the door.

It was only the first day and she had to remind herself of that. Y/N spritzed herself with Harry’s favorite scent on her, slipped into some shoes, and were out of the room heading to him. Tonight was a full house because it was game night. It was a tradition for her family and something that they (Y/N included) took seriously.

As she went down the stairs, she you could hear the laughter of the kids watching a movie, the women resting in the den with wine glasses, and the deep voices of the men coming from the backyard. The house was decorated so festively that it filled her spirit with pure joy. Once Y/N walked through the doors to the grassy area she spotted Harry across the backyard…but he wasn’t alone.

She expected it to be someone older talking to him, instead, it was her cousin. Who was only about six. Y/N couldn’t hear their conversation but it seems that Harry just got asked a question by him. He was dramatic with his expressions, holding his An answer was said but she couldn’t quite hear that, Harry turned his head to whisper something to him. That’s when he spotted you walking over, you swore that his smile got a little brighter. He brought his hand up gently waving it at her. Y/N kept her distance not wanting to abruptly end their conversation. As she got closer to them, Eliza noticed her and jumped up.

“Is Harry talking your ear off?” She asked the small boy as he hugged her.

“No! Harry likes dinosaurs like me! Harry is nice.” She looked over at Harry who smiled at the compliment.

“I’m glad you like him, I like him too.”

“Is it okay if I steal him for a moment? Everyone is watching the Grinch.”

“That movie sucks.”

“Go ahead, Eliza,” She pressed a kiss to the side of his head as she watched him run across the yard to the house. Y/N turned to face Harry as he held his hand out. She obliged missing his touch. No one was around them to say anything, so she sat in his lap wrapping her arms around his neck, and bringing him into a hug.

Harry tucked his head into her neck, wrapping his hands around her waist. He let out a delighted hum at her scent. His whole body relaxed in her hold. He tried to act as if he wasn’t the clingy one of the two, but deep down he knew he wore that title on his sleeve.

When her felt her fingers come up to massage the back of his head he began to turn to press light kisses against her neck. He had missed her all day. He wasn’t usually this nervous around new people but he wanted to leave a good impression on her family. He was adding extra stress to his body for no reason.

“Missed you so much today,” he muttered against her skin.

“Missed this smell too.”

Y/N let out a soft giggle at what he was saying knowing that he was going to compliment her perfume. “Missed you so much, maybe I can come into your room tonight.” Harry moved away from her neck giving her a hard stare.

“There is no way that I’m disrespecting your family.”

“Just one night, my love. I missed you so much last night. We haven’t slept apart in six months.” What she was saying was true. When they had officially made their relationship exclusive they immediately made sure to not sleep without each other.

“It pains me to be without you.”

“You think it doesn’t pain me to roll over and not see this face in the morning?” Harry reached up pinching her pouting lips. “We will be in the same bed before you know it. Don’t think too hard about the days, sweetheart.” He reached up capturing her lips.

“I won’t think about the time. Promise. How was your day?” Y/N diverted the conversation because they still had about five days here and would celebrate the New Year with friends.

“Your Grandfather is a wonderful man. I just listened as he talked really and bossed me around. I was nervous to talk to anyone else. Other than that, I’ve been waiting around for you…and talking to anyone who took the time to talk to me.”

“Like Eliza,” they said at the same time laughing.

“He is peculiar, didn’t even say hello straight to the questions. I like that, he knows what he wants and doesn’t beat around the bush.” Y/N let out a light laugh knowing how much personality is in his little body. She felt a chill in your arms as Harry spoke up to ask Y/N about her day.

“My Aunt practically bossed me around the entire time making me run all her errands.” Harry continued to listen as he shuffled off his jacket while she talked. “Then when we got here, I was told you were getting used to do some task too. So, I took a shower.” Harry went to go place his jacket around her arms.

“You noticed I was cold?” “Of course I did, I was actually going to ask why you didn’t come out with a jacket…just this little dress… tempting me,” Harry said nipping at her skin and sliding his hand in between her thighs. It was out of view so no one would be able to tell what was going on. “Thought you didn’t want to disrespect my family,” Y/N said closing her eyes at the feeling of his fingers dancing on her skin.

“Am I doing something? I’m not doing anything.” He said teasingly keeping his fingers at a safe distance but just the right spot to get her excited.

“You won’t get the chance to, Styles.” She stood up out of his touch as Harry groaned. Y/N slipped her arms through the sleeves letting Harry’s jacket drown her.

“If I can’t sneak into your room, you can’t tease me. Come on, the game is about to start.”

Harry was tucked into Y/N’s side as they watched her family get ready to play the infamous game called charades. Now in this household, it was taken seriously. Anyone who wanted to play could although many of her family members sat out due to how competitive it got. Everyone had already eaten, and the kids were already either asleep in one room together or were gone with their parents.

“I think that’s all the teams for tonight? Any more?” Y/N wasn’t expecting a deep but at the same time timid voice speaks up.

“I would like to play.” All of her family including Y/N turned their head at Harry. Most of them hadn’t heard Harry speak so most of them were curious about who was speaking.

“Harry right?” Her uncle asked. Harry nodded his head.

“Of course, you can play, son. Is Y/N going to be your partner?”

Harry looked over at her not even thinking that he had to have a partner, he didn’t even know if she wanted to play. Before he had the chance to change his mind taking it back that he wanted to play. Y/N could notice the look on his face and spoke up. “Oh, we’re playing. All of you are going down too. Right, H?” She held a smile on her face looking at his eyes light up.

“We do make a great team. Let the games begin!” Harry directed toward her family and everyone cheered in excitement.

The game was amazing. They usually competed for gift cards, but this year it was for a mystery present under the tree. Everyone had technically gotten eliminated. The last teams who were against each other were Y/N and Harry against her cousin Pamela and her wife.

It was a tense round since it was the last, and the whole family was getting rowdy. Y/N and Harry had already gone getting a whopping 15 things guessed right in the time they had. Her cousin was cutting it close with time but they still had the chance to win. The only rule they had was that there could be no talking. You had to act out whatever it was.

Everyone was paying attention to Y/N’s cousin trying to guess what it was in laughter. Pamela’s wife was acting out as if she was rock climbing. She was doing every gesture you could possibly think of. This is when Harry turned his attention to her as she mouthed rock to her partner. Pamela didn’t catch it the first time. Harry quickly caught Y/N’s attention who was laughing with her family.

“Look. She’s mouthing the answer to her.” Y/N quickly put her attention on her cousin's wife. Y/N gasped and immediately stood up in ready to accuse the cheating couple, “cheaters! She’s telling you what it is.” The whole room gasped dramatically.

“No, we didn’t.”

“Oh, but you did. We saw you. You’re caught, end the game. We’re the winners.” Harry stood up to join and her whole family laughed that this new person fit in perfectly.

Y/N's uncle stood up to join in, “those who think they cheated say ‘I’”

A loud agreeance spread across the room with Harry being the loudest making Y/N and a few family members nearby laugh.

“Well, the winners of the annual Christmas charades for the year 2022 are Y/N and Harry.” A cheer filled the room as Y/N jumped into Harry’s arms. Everyone in the room watched the couple that was capturing their hearts. Without Harry even knowing it he had won over the hearts of her family with his competitiveness.

As the house quieted down and everyone was retreating to their designated bedrooms. Y/N held her hand behind her as Harry held on as they walked up the stairs to the bedroom. When they got to the door, Y/N turned to face him. “Well, this is me.”

“Goodnight, my love.” Harry pressed his lips against her forehead savoring the moment.

“Not enough.”

“That’s all you get for now. I mean it.” “Not even one on the lips?”

“It’s never just one on the lips.”

Puckering her lips, Harry fell for her antics without her even having to try. Looking around to make sure none of her family was around, he bend down quickly kissing her on the lips.

“Now stay in my room.”

“See! I told you is never one, you little devil.” “C’mon, one night won’t kill you.” “Absolutely not.” “Stay with me until I pass out. A few head rubs and I’m done for.” Harry paused to think about the offer. He had been missing her presence but he knew they had to be here for a few days after tonight, and he knew he would end up missing her more as the days went on.

“As soon as you hear the first snore, you can leave. Come on, baby.”

“You’re sick.” She knew that anytime she used that pet name on him he was bound to give her the world if she asked.

“Just until you sleep, get in.” He said to her.

She smiled brightly as they slipped into her room. Closing the door, they walked to the bed. Harry collapsed staring up at her, without saying anything Y/N turned her body so that her back was facing him as she started to undress.

“Oh, now you’re being cruel.”

“No sleeping in here, no look at my tits.”

“Fair.”

Y/N laughed at him accepting his defeat as she slipped on one of his shirts. Kicking her dress to the side, she walked to the side of the bed getting under the covers. Harry adjusted himself to get right behind her. His fingers came up messaging her head as she let out a moan in delight.

“Right there, that’s the spot.”

“Hush, go to bed.” Soon she slipped into a deep sleep in Harry’s arms. He hated it when he had to gently untangle them. Kissing her head several times he was out of the room.

Waking up, she immediately felt the emptiness behind her and frowned. She was hoping that Harry might have accidentally slept with her. Crossing the room, she took some workout pants from her suitcase slipping them on to go downstairs. It was Christmas Eve and she was more than excited. Today she got to help out with dinner…which mainly involved her being her Grandma’s taste tester.

When she made her way out of the room, she noticed how bright it truly was and realized that she overslept a bit. Heading down the stairs, all the men were in the living room watching a football game on T.V. quickly her eyes scanned the rowdy room, and her boyfriend was nowhere in sight. He loved football and it hurt her that he still wasn’t fitting in. She made a beeline to the backyard thinking that’s where he might be until he heard his voice.

“Just a pinch of salt in there will do it.” It sounded as if it was coming from the kitchen.

Once she made it, she couldn’t believe her eyes.

Her boyfriend was surrounded by all of the older women in the family as they cooked for tonight’s dinner. Harry stood over a bowl, mixing something while wearing her designated apron. What shocked her more is her Grandma getting him to taste her gravy.

“Now what is going on?” All of their eyes turned to her as the women began to all talk at once.

“Harry is helping us out today.” “He’s the best sous chef.”

“You overslept and we needed an extra set of hands.”

Harry smugly shrugged his shoulders while continuing to mix. Y/N’s Grandma came around the island to talk to her. “You’ve been replaced. Now you have to keep Harry around or it will be quite awkward when I invite my new…my new…wait one moment.”

“Harry, what’s that word that you taught me?”

“Bestie.” Harry looked up answering before he continued to do his task.

“Right, it would be awkward when I invite my new bestie over still if you two ever break up.” Y/N smiled at her Grandma’s words loving that her Grandma took him under her wing.

“I perhaps it would be. What’s up with me being replaced?”

“That’s my apron.” Y/N said like a child who had to share their favorite toy.

“Times are changing, honey. Harry, come try my mashed potatoes after you’re done mixing the cookie dough.”

“You let him mix the cookie dough? That’s my job. I always eat some of it.”

“It’s delicious too,” Harry spoke up teasing her with bright eyes. Y/N walked up around the island next to him standing close.

“What’s the pout for?”

“You’re replacing me already. My family is going to treat me like a ghost soon.”

“Good, then you will never get rid of me. I mean I’m already in with your Grandparents, you’re stuck with me.” Harry said smiling at her while raising his eyebrows poking fun at her.

“I will gladly be stuck to you. The apron looks nice on you.”

“I know right look at my waist,” he stopped mixing to use his hands to show off the apron.

Y/N laughed trying to cover it up because it was too loud. Her Grandma walked over immediately.

“You’re distracting my sous chef. If you don’t have an apron you must go. I don’t make the rules.”

“You do make the rules! But I’ll go. Harry this isn’t over.” Y/N looked at him teasingly.

“I wouldn’t dare think so, my love.” Y/N headed out of the kitchen but stayed at a safe distance where she could still spy on Harry without him noticing. Her heart filled with joy as all the women in her family fond over Harry. To think of how nervous Harry was about meeting her family, and now to see him fitting in with ease was just beautiful. She watched Harry’s genuine laugh come out while he was standing in that kitchen next to her Grandma.

Y/N knew the rest of the trip was going to be amazing just as she hoped.

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thestoryofusstan · 4 months

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Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

part ii

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

warnings: none really.. not edited.

summary: in which y/n's friends book her an amazing gig, but they don't mention anything about her favorite singer being in attendance.

request: nope!

your friends were more than aware of your obsession with harry styles. it’s not like it was a secret.

so, it only made sense that when you started to sing in bars and cafes — anywhere, really — that you’d always incorporate something of his into it. whether it be a love on tour crewneck, a song of his, a one direction song, or a song about him — you loved to cover style, because.. who didn’t want to strut on a stage to a song everyone knows?

however, you weren’t aware of what they were planning when they somehow booked you in a very prestigious bar.

the dress-code for this bar was strict. your usual get-up of jeans and a crewneck — or jeans and anything, really — was vetoed before you could even ask. so, you searched through the depths and trenches of your closet until you found a black, skin-tight cocktail dress that ended right at your mid-thigh.

“seriously, babe. you know sign of the times inside and out. you’re just psyching yourself out,” one of your friends, melanie, told you.

“i know, but.. still.”

“you doubt yourself too much.”

“so you tell me everyday. now shoo! i’ve gotta be onstage in five.”

you weren’t exactly sure how you got onstage. you’re pretty sure you blacked out.

as you nervously scanned the crowd, you spoke into the mic, “hi.. my name is y/n. uh.. i’ll be singing some songs tonight. i figured since it’s christmas eve, i could sing through a few.. christmas classics or whatever. so.. yeah!”

a few people in the audience laughed at your awkwardness.

you sang through last christmas first, which really boosted your confidence. the audience was very interactive, singing, dancing, and clapping along.

you sang a few other christmas classics. santa baby, let it snow, things like that.

and then.. it was time for the section you very much dreaded. your songs.

“so.. these next few songs are songs that i wrote. they’re.. like.. my babies. so.. please be nice to them,” you laughed.

you nodded to the band. a silent signal that they could start the music.

“when you first told me about her, you said she was thirty. and i just can’t help but think.. you knew it was dirty. and maybe you were just a little sad, but there’s no excuse to lie to me like that. but when you first told me about her, you said she was thirty,” you took a deep breath before belting the chorus, “but she’s only twenty-eight. i’m not even half her age. she probably just had her first high school reunion. you’re probably the first guy she’s ever moved in with. you think that i wanna hate. but you set me up this way. so for my health i’ll be blocking your number, ‘cause you couldn’t wait till i got a bit older.”

the crowd cheered, giving you more confidence as you walked around the stage.

“and sometimes i kinda feel like i wanna forgive. but it never crossed your mind that maybe i’m still a kid. and i’m so used to being the adult. even when you say it’s not your fault. but i’m kinda getting sick and tired of crying. so please stop lying, and lying, and lying. she’s only twenty-eight. i’m not even half her age. she probably just had her first high school reunion. you’re probably the first guy she’s ever moved in with. you think that i wanna hate. but you set me up this way. so for my health i’ll be blocking your number, ‘cause you couldn’t wait till i got a bit older. to tell me she was twenty-eight.”

as the drums and electric guitar got more intense, the lights flashed different colors.

“to tell me she was twenty-eight… what the fuck is twenty-eight? you said she’s mature, so that makes it okay. and you said she likes sports, so that makes it okay. and she’s actually pretty, so that makes it okay. but there’s nothing you can say that makes twenty-eight okay.. to me.”

the crowd cheered as you lowered the mic. a smile overtook your face as you laughed.

you walked back over to the mic stand, putting the mic in the slot as a slow, piano-ballad type song started. the lights switched to a soft white.

“they’re always charismatic. and they’ll turn up the charm. their words do something magic, saying no is really hard. they’re over-generous, you’ll never pay the bills. they’ll fall in love in seconds. die for you, or probably kill. ooh. and after six months, you’ll feel really stupid. ooh. i promise that it’s not your fault you fell for it,” you shook your head, keeping your eyes closed as you sang, “‘cause.. one little fight breaks into war. feels like you’re dying on the bathroom floor. you’ll make an excuse. you’ll say that it’s you. and the mirror’s telling you it’s true. won’t leave, can’t stay. how much are you gonna take? ‘cause you’ll always take the blame. it feels like shit, but that’s just how it is. when you love a narcissist. so if you’re feeling crazy.. i wouldn’t be surprised. the only thing they’re good at’s knowing how to gaslight. then make you feel like the most beautiful in the world. while they’re sleeping with another girl. ooh. and after six months, you’ll feel really stupid. ooh. i promise that it’s not your fault you fell for it, ‘cause.. one little fight breaks into war. feels like you’re dying on the bathroom floor. you’ll make an excuse. you’ll say that it’s you. and the mirror’s telling you it’s true. won’t leave, can’t stay. how much are you gonna take? ‘cause you’ll always take the blame. it feels like shit, but that’s just how it is. ‘cause i felt like shit. so i know how it is. when you love a narcissist.”

the crowd cheered as it went straight into another song.

“when you’d yell, i would stay quiet. you never noticed i was quiet. i was taught that speaking up was talking back. always first to say, ‘i’m sorry’, ‘cause i wanted you to like me. and i thought that’s what it took to make it last. it’s a lose, lose. that i don’t choose. but you don’t always choose the ones you love. i shouldn’t have to be the bigger person. how come i have to break to keep us working? it’s always up to me, even though it shouldn’t be. i’ll take the blame the way you want me to. ‘cause that’s what i do for you. i was half of this dynamic. i was stable, you were manic. without you or with you comes with a cost. i got used to the excuses and emotional abuses. we kept moving the lines we never crossed. it’s a lose, lose that i don’t choose. but you don’t always choose the ones you love. shouldn’t have to be the bigger person. how come i have to break to keep us working? it’s always up to me, even though it shouldn’t be. i’ll take the blame the way you want me to. ‘cause that’s what i do for you. i always think it’s over, but it never really is. but i can’t get the closure when you’re like this. can we switch? maybe this time you’ll be the bigger person. ‘cause i’m getting tired of carrying all your burden. it should be up to you, but you won’t admit the truth, oh-oh. shouldn’t have to be the bigger person. how come i have to break to keep us working? it’s always up to me, even though it shouldn’t be. i’ll take the blame the way you want me to. ‘cause that’s what i do for you.”

the crowd cheered again.

“thank you! we have.. four more songs tonight. this next one is would’ve, could’ve, should’ve.”

a crew member came and slipped an electric guitar around your neck. you quietly thanked them as you cleared your throat and the music started.

“if you would’ve blinked, then i would’ve looked away at the first glance. if you tasted poison, you could’ve spit me out at the first chance. if i was some paint, did it splatter on a promising grown man? and if i was a child, did it matter? if you got to wash your hands? oh-oh, oh. all i used to do was pray. would’ve, could’ve, should’ve. if you’d never looked my way, i would’ve stayed on my knees. and i damn sure never would’ve danced with the devil at nineteen. and the god honest truth is that the pain was heaven. and now that i’m grown, i’m scared of ghosts. memories feel like weapons. and now that i know, i wish you’d left me wondering. if you never touched me, i would’ve gone along with the righteous. if i never blushed, then they could’ve never whispered about this. and if you never saved me from boredom, i could’ve gone on as i was. but, lord, you made me feel important… and then you tried to erase us. oh-oh, oh. you’re a crisis of my faith. would’ve, could’ve, should’ve. if i’d only played it safe, i would’ve stayed on my knees. and i damn sure never would’ve danced with the devil at nineteen. and the god honest truth is that the pain was heaven. and now that i’m grown, i’m scared of ghosts. memories feel like weapons. and now that i know, i wish you’d left me wondering. god rest my soul, i miss who i used to be. the tomb won’t close, stained glass windows in my mind. i regret you all the time. i can’t let this go, i fight with you in my sleep. the wound won’t close, i keep on waiting for a sign. i regret you all the time…. if clarity’s in death, then why won’t this die? years of tearing down our banners, you and i. living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts. give me back my girlhood, it was mine first,” as you held the note, the crowd screamed.

“and i damn sure never would’ve danced with the devil. at nineteen. and the god honest truth is that the pain was heaven. and now that i’m grown, i’m scared of ghosts. memories feel like weapons. and now that i know, i wish you’d left me wondering. god rest my soul, i miss who i used to be. the tomb won’t close, stained glass windows in my mind. i regret you all the time. i can’t let this go, i fight with you in my sleep. the wound won’t close, i keep on waiting for a sign. i regret you all the time. oh, god rest my soul, i miss who i used to be. the tomb won’t close, stained glass windows in my mind. i regret you all the time. i can’t let this go, i fight with you in my sleep. the wound won’t close, i keep on waiting for a sign. i regret you all the time.”

with the final strum of your electric guitar, the crowd stood up to applaud. the crew member switched out the electric guitar for an acoustic one.

“this next one is called ceilings.”

a little bit more applause.

“.. ceilings. plaster. can’t you just make it move faster? lovely to be sitting here with you. you’re kinda cute, but it’s raining. harder. my shoes are now full of water. lovely to be rained on with you. it’s kinda cute but it’s.. so short. then you’re drivin’ me home. and i don’t wanna leave, but i have to go. you kiss me in your car. and it feels like the start of a movie i’ve seen before. before… bedsheets, no clothes. touch me like nobody else does. lovely to just lay here with you. you’re kinda cute and i would say all of this. but i don’t wanna ruin the moment. lovely to sit between comfort and chaos.. but it’s over. then you’re driving me home. and it kinda comes out as i get up to go. you kiss me in your car, and it feels like the start of a movie i’ve seen before.. but it’s not real. and you don’t exist. and i can’t recall the last time i was kissed. it hits me in the car. and it feels like the end of a movie i’ve seen before. before.”

you laughed as you saw melanie and your friends stand up in the back of the bar, dancing on stools.

“i can see my friends dancing.. so badly because they love the next song,” you laugh.

“once the flight had flown. with the wilt of the rose. i slept all alone. you still wouldn’t go. let’s fast forward to three hundred takeout coffees later. i see your profile and your smile on unsuspecting waiters. you dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor. you search in every maiden’s bed for something greater, baby. was it over when she laid down on your couch? was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse? ‘come here,’ i whispered in your ear in your dream as you passed out, baby. was it over then? and is it over now? when you lost control. red blood, white snow. blue dress on a boat. your new girl is my clone,” you smiled, knowing was part comes next. “and did you think i didn’t see you, there were flashing lights. at least i had the decency to keep my nights out sight. only rumors ‘bout my hips and thighs, and my whispered sighs. oh, lord. i think about jumping. off of very tall somethings. just to see you coming runnin’, runnin’. and say the one thing i’ve been wanting, but no. let’s. fast forward to three hundred awkward blind dates later. if she's got blue eyes, i will surmise that you'll probably date her. you dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor. you search in every model's bed for something greater, baby, was it over when she laid down on your couch? was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse? ‘come here,’ I whispered in your ear in your dream as you passed out, baby. was it over then? and is it over now? oh. oh. think i didn’t see you? there were flashing lights. at least i had the decency to keep my nights out sight. only rumors ‘bout my hips and thighs, and my whispered sighs. oh, lord. i think about jumping. off of very tall somethings. just to see you coming runnin’, runnin’. and say the one thing i’ve been wanting, but no. let’s fast forward to three hundred takeout coffees later. oh. i was hoping you’d be there. and say the one thing i’be been wanting… but no.”

another round of applause as you passed off the guitar.

“so.. this song is not my song. i am.. very nervous for this, but.. this is sign of the times.”

you closed your eyes tightly as the music started, “just stop your crying, it’s a sign of the times. welcome to the final show. hope you're wearing your best clothes. you can't bribe the door on your way to the sky. you look pretty good down here. but you ain't really good.. we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets? we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets? … just stop your crying it’s a sign of the times. we gotta get away from here. we gotta get away from here. just stop your crying, it’ll be alright. they told me that the end is near. we gotta get away from here. just stop your crying, have the time of your life. breaking through the atmosphere, and things are pretty good from here. remember everything will be alright. we can meet again somewhere. somewhere far away from here.. we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets? we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets? just stop your crying. it’s a sign of the times. we gotta get away from here. we gotta get away from here. stop your crying, baby, it'll be alright. they told me that the end is near we gotta get away from here. we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets?” you finally opened your eyes, trying to find melanie, but instead, you find the last person you expected to be here.

the man whose song you’re literally singing.

harry was slightly weary when an over-excited girl with light pink hair came up to him and asked him — begged him, really — to come to her best friends show. he wasn’t sure what convinced him. or what possessed him to bring his mother and gemma along with him.

but he had to say, he didn’t.. regret it.

you were pretty — extremely pretty. and you were a crazy good singer. he was pretty sure you were singing his song better than him.

you swallowed your nerves as you sang the chorus and bridge, keeping eye contact even though you felt like shitting your pants. “we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets? we don't talk enough. we should open up. before it's all too much. will we ever learn? we've been here before. it's just what we know. stop your crying, baby. it's a sign of the times. we gotta get away. we got to get away..” you finally looked away, closing your eyes. “we got to get away. we got to get away. we got to get away. we got to, we got to, away. we got to, we got to, away. we got to, we got to, away.”

you let out a shaking exhale as the song ended, backing up from the mic. you bowed and blew kisses to the audience before practically sprinting offstage.

to: mel x

WHAT THE FUCK MELANIE WHY THE FUCK DID INJUST MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH HARRY STYLES WHILE SINGING SIGN OF THE TIMES IM GONNA KILL

SELF.

from: mel xx

NOOO I INVITED HIM ITS FINE

to: mel xx

you

what.

from: mel xx

I SAW HIM A WEEK AFTER WE BOOKED YOU THE GIG AND MIGHT HAVE BEGGED HIM TO COME BECAUSE I KNOW YOU WANT TO MEET HIM AND WHAT BETTER WAY THAN THIS

to: mel xx

oh i dunno

ANY OTHER WAY?

from: mel xx

BABE IT IS FINE

HE BROUGHT HIS MUM AND GEMMA TOO

to: mel xx

WHAG

from: mel xx

HE SAID HE LOVED IT AND U WERE OHENOMENAL

NOW GET OUT HERE AND MEET HIM

after taking ten minutes to breath, you walked over to the bar, finding melanie pretty easily.

“i love you so much for playing is it over now!”

“i played it just for you and your psycho obsession with it,” you laughed as she yanked you into a hug.

you two pulled away, and you turned around when you felt a presence behind you.

your eyes widened when you were face to face with harry fucking styles.

“hey.. y/n, right?”

you blinked a few times… that couldn’t be real. this was most definitely a prank.

“.. are you alright?”

“yes! sorry, i’m.. yeah, i’m good. hi, yeah. i’m.. y/n.”

he smiled at you, “i’m harry. but.. you seem to already know that, since y’sang my song and all.”

“i.. yeah, i do know who you are,” you laugh awkwardly.

“well, i’m glad to know who you are as well.”

you had to bit your lip to keep from smiling like a psycho.

“oh, and uh.. happy christmas,” he smiled.

you furrowed your brows, grabbing your phone.

12:01, 25 december 2018

happy christmas, indeed.

a/n: edging 😛 LMAO this might get another part, it lowk just depends on how well it does!!

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twostepstyless · 1 year

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Okay here goes…

INTRODUCING… my 2022 Advent Calendar. Starting December 1st enjoy a new piece of writing from me every. single. day. until Christmas Day. I don’t really know why I’m doing this to myself but here we are. I’m trying to get better at posting writing more frequently and this is sort of forcing myself to do that. So join me at 9pm GMT every single day for a new piece. We will have a mix of one-shots, blurbs, concepts (at least one smut piece thrown in for good measure) all with a festive theme to get us through the season. The writings will work whether you read every single day or drop in and out throughout the month, you won’t miss any plot points if you miss a day, they’ll all work as standalone pieces too !! This Advent Calendar masterlist will be updated daily for the new piece and will be pinned at the top of my blog for the duration <3

Door number 1 will be opened Thursday December 1st at 9pm GMT - I suppose I better start typing

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ifancyharry · 1 year

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exes to lovers based on hits different by taylor swift 🤔🤔 like i’m thinking lots of groveling from the reader

Hiii anon!!! i'm so sorry if this wasn't what you had in mind, i got a little bit carried away with it i think 😭

anyway, let me know if you liked it i love feedbacks!!!!

Word count: 5.5k+

Warnigs: little bit of smut, angst

(Also, petition to make blondie release this on spotify??)

Harry didn’t know he’d be leaving her place heart broken that cold January morning when she asked him to come over because they needed to talk.

He could usually read people quite well, but not her: her tired eyes and glacier expression could mean everything and nothing all at once. It wasn’t the first time he saw her like this, so exhausted she looked energy drained, so he didn’t question her when she let him in with a mumbled hello and no greeting kiss.

Despite her bubbly personality, she was one to get sad many days at a time, and Harry found her never easy to understand. He always felt as if something was missing from their relationship; sometimes she would ignore his texts for a couple of days only to call him days later in the middle of the night and ask him to come over, beg, really, as if nothing ever happened.

Other times she would just ask him to hold her tight, and even though he knew she was upset, he’d never gotten the courage to question it. He doesn’t know why. He has to admit he sometimes gets a little scared he’s losing her.

They hadn’t been dating for long, a little over seven months; she was a friend of Sarah’s and tagged along on one of their usuals pub-hangouts. Harry noticed her right away because she carried herself around with a sort of melancholy that she masked with the most joyous exterior, and he thought she was kind of pretty. Too pretty to be drunk dialing her ex boyfriend for a hookup instead of enjoying a night out with her friend. So he decided to talk to her as a way to distract her from her phone, but he actually wanted to get to know her and he felt like it was easier that way since she was a little tipsy.

Their relationship had always been kind of off, to Harry; he would get sad when he saw his friends being affectionate with their partners and he couldn’t even hold her hand in public, because YN never really wanted to be introduced to people as his girlfriend.

When his close friends would ask about that, he always had defended her: she’s not like that when we’re alone; she’s just shy; she’s private with this stuff. (He wouldn’t miss the pitied looks they gave him) But it had come to a point where Harry couldn’t even believe his own words when he’d say that.

He didn’t think he was doing anything wrong: he always respected her spaces, never pressured her into doing something she didn’t want, he thought he was a good listener and an okay lover, so all he was left with was wondering if she somehow felt ashamed of him. Maybe she was embarrassed to be his girlfriend? The mere thought hurt his heart so much he felt it was hard to breathe. But really that was the only explanation that came to mind.

Despite their troubled relationship, he never, not once, thought about breaking up with her, because he liked being a they with her. He liked their little rituals; rubbing her feet while she searched for rom-coms to watch on Netflix, smelling her perfume on himself after she’d spent the night, he liked — loved — her strangled moans in his ear when he’d push himself into her.

Maybe that’s why she did it first, Harry thinks, because he was so weak he couldn’t even break up with her when something was clearly wrong in their relationship.

Harry had been shattered when she told him. She said: I don’t think this is working anymore, and he felt the floor vanishing from under his feet.

He’d cried and begged, all he wanted was a valid reason, but she wouldn’t tell him. She was so quiet he wanted to shake the words off of her, but he wasn’t one that fought. He always went with people’s decisions, so he went with it. He nodded his head, said he understood in a way, and left her house with a heavy heart, closing the door behind him and leaving her behind too.

He wonders what would’ve happened if he’d gotten the courage to get back inside. To knock on the door so hard he’d smash his knuckles. He doesn’t know he probably would’ve found her a crying mess on the floor, her hands buried in her hair as she tugged harshly on them. He would’ve told her they’d be fine and she’d hold him tight and never let go, but he didn’t go back. He didn’t go back. That’s the whole point, to her. He unlocked his car and drove away as fast as he could.

He felt like throwing up the entire drive home, and even many days later when Mitch’d ask him how she was, he wanted to shut himself in his dressing room, grab a pillow and scream into it. He did that a couple of times, actually, despite how pitiful it felt.

(…)

“Tell me he’s not going to be there.” YN looked deeply in Sarah’s eyes, as if to find out in any way a telltale that her friend was lying to her.

“He’s not, he has a charity dinner.”

Sarah couldn’t possibly know Harry’d come to the pub after said dinner. She felt so bad when she saw YN’s face once she came back to their table holding her drink and found him sitting in what used to be her place, probably thinking it was an empty seat.

YN swore she could’ve heard the sound her heart made as it fell in her stomach. She believes everyone in the pub heard it. She could feel herself starting to sweat cold as she plopped down on the wooden chair at the head of the table.

He didn’t even spare her a glance. She wanted to be honest with herself and admit that seeing him changed everything, but she couldn’t bring herself to do that. Because things hadn’t changed. She was still her. She was still that messed up version of herself that didn’t deserve him, that hadn’t changed, so she forced herself to laugh at Jeff’s not-so-funny jokes and pretend everything was okay.

Harry felt himself suffocating. She was sitting next to him and he could feel her knee brushing against his, his skin burning behind the fabric of his jeans. He hadn’t seen her in three weeks, that was the longest they’d ever been apart, and he was a mess. He knew everyone could tell.

He had gained a couple of pounds because he’d spent his weekends stuffing himself with Nutella and ice cream to the point where he felt like he could throw up (he fucked up his three years streak of being pescatarian but he feels like he should be justified).

When he felt like throwing up, he sat on the cold bathroom tiles and waited. He hoped he’d throw up all his feeling for her, flush them down the toilet and feel clean. But somehow he felt even worse when he realized it hadn’t worked.

So it wasn’t really his fault when he, as he tried to get rid of his suffocating hoodie he’d changed into after the dinner, hit her nowhere near empty glass by accident, the alcoholic liquid splashing all across her shirt and jeans. He hadn’t realized what he’d done until he finally tossed the hoodie aside and everyone was looking at him.

“Fuck,” he muttered “i’m so sorry”.

He managed to hurriedly grab a couple of napkins from the center of the table and handed them to her. She stretched her hand timidly to take the napkins, and as she did that their fingers brushed softly.

She tried not to put too much thought into that as she dabbed the now wet napkins onto her shirt and jeans. “I’ll try to wash this off in the bathroom.” She mumbled, averting her chair that moved with a loud sound.

She walked hurriedly to the bathroom, feeling Harry’s eyes bore in the back of her head.

She locked the door behind her and leaned her back against it for a moment. She released a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

Once she gathered the courage and the strength in her legs to move, she walked towards the sink and opened the faucet, letting the water run.

She glanced towards the door for a moment and then after remembering she locked it prior, she removed her t-shirt and tossed the stained part under the water.

She rubbed the fabric together as a way to get rid of the stain faster and she could feel herself getting flustered as the stain only seemed to grow more. YN could feel her eyes sting as she grabbed the soap dispenser with trembling hands and unscrewed the cap. She poured some on the stain and kept rubbing, her shirt completely soaked by now.

She let out a sob as she realized the state of her t-shirt. She let go of the shirt and looked at her reflection in the mirror. What’s wrong with me?, she thought, it’s just a stupid Primark shirt, I have plenty of these.

But obviously she knew this wasn’t about the shirt.

She took her image in as she stood there before the mirror only in her plain white bra and wet stained jeans. She looked pathetic. She could feel the sticky drink on her belly and she splattered some water on it, trying to get rid of the alcohol still lingering on her skin.

She felt gross and tipsy as she grabbed her phone from her back pocket and sent a text to Sarah to ask her if she could meet her in the bathroom with her coat.

When Sarah knocked on the door, she unlocked the door but didn’t open it. Sarah entered anyway, finding her sitting on the sticky bathroom floor, all eyes closed and cheeks stained by dark tears.

“C’mon, babe,” Sarah walked towards her, crunching down to be at level with her and grabbing her by the arm “up you get.”

They both stood up and YN stumbled a little on her feet. She was glad for Sarah, even though she’d never told her in their five years of friendship.

“I… I can’t, he’s-“ YN wanted to tell Sarah how much it hurt her heart to see him, but she couldn’t find her words to.

You see, the thing with YN is that she never had a good example of a lasting relationship. Her parents divorced when she was six; she doesn’t remember anything about her childhood if not the excruciating pain that overcame her the second her father closed the door behind him. She felt as if she had grown all at once standing before the front door, and she wasn’t six anymore; she was a big girl that didn’t need her daddy to tuck her under the covers to sleep. She slept just fine without his goodnight kiss. Except she didn’t, because despite feeling like a grown up, she was still six.

That’s why she’d never had a serious relationship in her 26 years of life. Lots of hookups and sleep overs since she was 16 with boys that reminded her of her father, because her mum worked night shifts at the nursing home and she didn’t feel like being home alone, and because she felt that relationships where a minefield she didn’t want to step in.

With Harry, it was different. He wasn’t like her father. He was soft. He was patient. He listened to her, he saw her, he took his time with her. She could tell he’s been hurt in the past too, and she admired him for staying tender hearted despite everything. She never told him, but she felt as if he knew, by the way he kissed her forehead before bed and by the way he’d ask her if she’d eaten.

With Harry, it was different, until it wasn’t. Because she wasn’t. She was her dad in their relationship. Passive aggressive and scared of commitment. So she knew it never could’ve worked. She had been selfish when she allowed herself to date him. She thought he’d eventually get tired of her, or that she’d leave him when she felt suffocated by him, and yes, it’s true, she did break up with him, but not because he was overwhelming.

She simply felt in her heart she couldn’t do to Harry what his father had done to her mother, she couldn’t hurt him in that way. So she broke up with him, and what if she cried silently in her room for days? What if she felt sick at the thought of what her life had gotten to? She was at peace knowing Harry wouldn’t be hurt.

“I know.” Sarah only said, wrapping the coat around her shoulders. “Let’s get you home”.

(…)

It had been a couple of weeks since she saw Harry at the pub, and she couldn’t seem to get their last encounter off her mind. She thought drinking her problems away every weekend would eventually mean she’d forget about him, his sparkly green eyes and woodsy scent. But it still hadn’t happened.

Drinking seemed to be the only thing she could do while she waited for the pain in her chest to ease, that’s why she accepted her friend’s from university invite to go out with some of her friends that night. She really didn’t feel like going out, but she didn’t want to stay home either, so she figured she’d go, get drunk, and then uber home. Maybe she’d even find a cute guy to bring home. She kind of cringes at the thought.

“God, I love pubs” her friend, Olly, screamed, as they entered the pub. YN scrunched her nose, how could someone in their right mind like pubs? She only went because of the cheap drinks and low music.

Once they reached her friends’s table, Olly introduced YN, who smiled awkwardly and waved with her hand.

After three drinks and a cigarette, YN was far more chatty than she’d been at the start of the night. She wouldn’t dare to say she liked Olly’s friends, but she was enjoying their company, until one of them pointed out to the song playing from the speakers. YN hadn’t even heard it over the sound of her voice and the alcohol making her feel dizzy.

“I love this song. Harry Styles is so hot!” One of them said, smirking at the others and taking a gulp of her drink.

“Yeah” another one responded, “I’d totally fuck him if I’d got the chance”.

“I’m seeing him at Wembley this weekend, I hope he spots me in the crowd, I’m going to wear the sluttiest outfit just for him.” They all laughed at that, and the proceeded to go on with their conversation as if nothing happened.

YN felt sick. She felt sick at the thought of other girls thinking about Harry that way. Her Harry. Which she had seen many times like that. She suddenly felt like her sweater was too tight around her neck.

“I’m going for a smoke” she blurted out, getting up from the chair and walking towards the front door through a bunch of people that were standing in the middle of the pub chattering.

Once she stepped outside, she lit her cigarette and took a big inhale. Her head felt dizzy and her ears rang with the same words all over again: Harry, hot, slutty outfit. Harry with a girl who wasn’t her.

She brought a hand to her forehead to try and cool her burning skin off a bit, but nothing worked. The cigarette had made her even more dizzy than she was before and she stumbled on her feet as she tried to take big breaths of air. She shook her head as she felt the bitter taste of puke in her mouth.

She crunched on the ground and throw up everything she’d drank.

After she felt like she was done, she called for an uber and texted Olly she wasn’t feeling okay and was going home.

When she got in bed that night, the sickening feeling burning at the pit of her stomach hadn’t subdued, and she feared it had nothing to do with the alcohol and everything to do with the realization that Harry was now free to see other people, and she’d made it that way.

(…)

It had been more than six months since she’d broken up with Harry, and they’d been apart more than they were together.

Christmas was approaching and YN felt more miserable than ever.

After what she pulled both nights at the pubs, neither Sarah or Olly called her again to hang out, and she was left all alone mending for her broken heart. She bought a lot of self help books but still couldn’t get herself to schedule a therapy appointment.

She often wondered how he was doing. She thought about him at Tesco’s when she spotted his favorite — overpriced — salmon fillet he’d cook for both of them in her oven. She felt like crying and had to leave her cart right there and get out without buying anything feeling like a criminal as she passed before the cashier empty handed.

She’s thinking about him now as she’s shopping for Christmas decorations. She was thinking about him so hard she probably manifested him, because she sees him standing in line before her. He was wearing his bright pink beanie and a dark green coat, probably to not be recognized. But she could recognize that hideous beanie even in the dark.

“Hi” she said, her voice so tender she doesn’t even recognize it herself.

She watched as he turned around with his brows furrowed, a pout on his lips as he recognized her. “Hey”. He said.

“You alway forget to take a cart” she chuckled as she gestured to his hands full of stuff. She eyed what he was holding: it seemed everything you may need for a Christmas party. She felt her heart clench as she wondered if he was alone or maybe found someone to spend his Christmas with.

He gave her a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes, and she feared he might turn around and end their conversation like that.

“Christmas party?”

“Do you need something? Because I don’t really feel like talking.”

She looked at him buffered. She didn’t remember him this way. He was always so sweet and soft, he never sounded so harsh, not even when they fought or she disappeared for days.

“Umh I… I was wondering if you’d like to grab a cup of tea?” She really wasn’t sure what she was doing. She was nowhere near ready to face him, let alone talk to him.

“I can’t right now.”

She nodded, even though her smile fell. Okay, she thought, it’s fine. You’ll cry about it tonight.

“But I can tomorrow, if you want?”

“Okay. Do you want to come over?”

Harry nodded swiftly and proceeded to step ahead, tossing his stuff for the cashier to scan.

When he was done, he muttered a small ‘see you tomorrow’ at her and hurried out of the store.

She was frozen in place when the customer behind her in line tapped on her shoulders lightly to signal her it was her turn. She nodded her head and went ahead. All she could think about was what the hell had gotten into her.

(…)

YN and Harry were sitting on opposite sides of her couch the following afternoon, a cup of tea in both their hands. She took small sips of her drink every now and then, and she noticed Harry still hadn’t taken a single sip, the tea getting cold in the mug

“You don’t like earl grey anymore? It used to be your favorite” she muttered, looking at him.

Harry glanced down at his mug and then he looked to the side, avoiding her face. “No, I don’t anymore.”

That wasn’t true. It was still his favorite, he just didn’t want her to feel like he hadn’t changed a single bit. He didn’t want her to think he was still the guy he were when they were dating, because he hadn’t felt like that in a long time.

“Oh, you could’ve told me. I have lots of flavors, would you like -“

“YN” he cut her off, looking at her sternly “cut the bullshit. Why am I here?”

She took a big breath and pointed her socked heels on the couch, shifting her bum closer to him and tucking her feet under his legs. She knew she was testing her luck, but she hadn’t been touched in so long. She was starving for him.

“I missed you.” She muttered, leaning her chin on her knees to look at him better, even if he kept his gaze fixed on the window behind them.

“That’s not enough” he said, but he knew it was taking everything in him to not look inside her doe eyes, his hands holding the mug so tightly he feared he may break it.

The six months ago Harry would’ve been fine with an ‘i miss you’, but she left him. For six months. She managed to stay away, not checking on him once, while he was so hurt some days he couldn’t get out of bed.

“Harry” she exhaled. Harry knew what she was doing. She was trying to get him to look at her, and it was almost working.

“No, don’t. Just-“ he shook his head, closing his eyes. He sighed and leaned forward to place his mug on the coffee table before the couch.

“I want to make things better between us” she whispered, suddenly feeling exposed when he looked at her with a questioning gaze.

“We’re not an us anymore.”

“Harry, — she breathed out — please”

He shook his head again, but she leaned forward and took his face in her hands, turning him towards her.

Harry looked from one of her eyes to the other as he tried to read her as he’d done in the past. But he couldn’t. She seemed honest, she did. But what did she want? What did this mean? He didn’t have time to think about it, though, because despite the pain in his heart and the clenching of his stomach, she was before him, begging him. He’d imagined this sight so many times, and somehow the reality was even better than the fantasy.

“Please” she repeated. She was so close Harry could feel her soft breaths fanning over his lips.

He brushed his nose against hers as he closed his eyes. Fuck it. He tried, he really did. He even lied about his tea preferences to make her mad, but that’s about how far he could seem to go.

He wanted her so bad he could feel the blood boil in his veins. He placed his hands on her waist and squeezed at the plushy skin there. Go on, he thought, ruin me all over again.

And she did.

She leaned over and pressed her lips onto his. Her kiss wasn’t timid nor tender, it had a kind of bestiality to it that made Harry go feral.

It was all clashing teeth and lip bites, and Harry took his time exploring her mouth with his tongue. She tasted like honey and chamomile tea, and Harry felt her sweetness go right through his body up until his brain, clouding it with her taste.

She moved her hands from his cheeks down to his shoulders, caressing his neck in her way, her fingers digging into his skin, exploring him. She wanted to take his shirt off and count every mole and freckle on his skin to see if they changed in those six months they’d been apart.

Harry hooked his hand on the back of her knee and placed her leg across his body, so that she was straddling his lap.

He moved from her mouth to her neck, pressing her harder onto him, his fingers digging in the flesh of her tights.

She let out a strangled sigh when he sucked on the spot behind her ear and she could feel her heart beat in her ears, thumping loudly against her rib cage. She wondered if he could feel it too.

She moaned once she felt his cock grow harder beneath her, tossing her head back, which gave Harry more access to the skin of her neck. He kissed all over her while she ground her hips harder against him.

“Just like that baby” Harry breathed out against her skin, kissing over her naked shoulder. The oversized shirt she was wearing and fallen a little, exposing more of her tender skin to him.

“Harry, please” she fastened her pace once she felt herself get closer, her clothed clit brushing against his cock and sending a shock through her body every time she pressed on it.

Her panties were wet with her arousal and she felt them sticking against her pussy, adding even more pressure to her clit. She couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much. His kisses were overwhelming, his lips leaving wet kisses on her skin as his hands guided her hips.

She felt lightheaded once she reached her orgasm, coming with a moan she muffled against his shoulder. She let herself fall over his body as Harry guided her through her orgasms.

When the pressure became too much and she was too sensitive to keep going, she opened her mouth: “Harry, too much”.

He nodded, squeezing her hips once again as he stopped moving her, he then placed a kiss on her hair line as she stabilized her breath.

“You owe me an explanation.” He said after a while.

“Don’t ruin this.”

“Fuck, you still haven’t changed, have you? All that time and you’re still-“ Harry shook his head as he pulled her off of her lap, getting up and grabbing his coat from the lounge chair across the couch she was sitting on.

She felt dizzy as she watched him get ready to leave once again.

“You don’t understand. I-“

“No! You don’t understand! How could you do this to me? I loved you.”

“I know, Harry, I just-“ she shook her head, pressing the palms of her hands against her eyes.

“What? You what? Did you even love me?”

She wanted to tell him that she did, she still does, but what good could it do? She’d hurt him so much already, she didn’t want to ruin him any more than she already did.

But she was hurting too. She had been miserable all those months without him.

“You’re unbelievable.” Harry shook his head and walked towards her door, shutting it behind him with a sound that sounded very much like the one she’d heard when she was six.

She took a big sigh and swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. She had to remind herself she wasn’t six years old anymore. She had finally found a guy that made her comfortable and safe, and she let him go. Because she didn’t feel enough for him. But all she was left with was thinking what is enough? And what defines it?

(…)

“YN, are you sure about this?” Sarah looked at her skeptically, sighing to herself. Sarah thought this was a bad idea; she was only going to make a fool out of herself. She still decided to help her, though. Because despite the embarrassment, it was romantic, and Sarah loved romantic gestures.

“Yes, yes! I’m sure.” She smiles, a little too confidently for Sarah’s liking, “I’m positive Love Actually is still his favorite movie.”

Sarah nodded okay with her head and YN rang the doorbell. She knew Harry was home, because he was supposed to have that dinner party with his friends (Sarah told her), and she waited for him to open the door with a bunch of white signs tucked under her arm.

Mitch opened the door instead, and looked at the both of them funnily, “What’s going on?”

“Mitch” Sarah rolled her eyes, “could you just get Harry?”

They watched as he nodded and walked back inside, leaving the door open after him. YN could see from her place that Harry had decorated for Christmas and he even hung up the decorations they crafted together the prior year. She felt her insides warm.

“Okay” she said after a while, when no one was coming back and she started to feel stupid, “maybe I’m not so sure. Abort missi-“

“What the hell is going on?” She heard Harry’s voice as she was turning back on her steps, and she feels Sarah nudging her shoulder with her hand.

She nodded to herself and told Sarah to press play, ‘Jingle bells’ blasting through the phone her friend hold in her hands, cupping one of them over the speakers so the sound could be amplified.

“Harry” Harry read in his head the signs she held before him, “i’m sorry.”

“I think you’re pretty amazing.”

“And kind”

“And gorgeous” YN stopped herself for a moment and Harry nodded, signaling her that he was reading and she could keep going.

“I was scared”

“Of the love I felt for you” Harry frowned at that.

“I’m not good at relationships.”

“But I promise I’ll love you”

“Even when you’ll look like this”

Harry laughed out loud when she showed him the next sign and it was a photoshopped picture of him bald.

“Forgive me?”

YN felt proud of herself for going through with that, and she looked over at Sarah, that gave her a thumbs up before excusing herself and going inside to leave them space to figure things out.

She felt like she needed a big glass of wine now, though, because she really couldn't understand what Harry was thinking and she feared her little plan hadn’t worked and she’d have to ride the metro back to her flat holding a bunch of signs while she cried her eyes out.

“Let’s talk, yes? You’ll be honest with me?”

She nodded.

(…)

YN looks outside the window as she hums to the notes of Last Christmas by wham! playing from Harry’s Christmas playlist. She can feel his hand on her thigh, and he’s stroking her skin with his pinky finger.

“Don’t be nervous.” He says once they reach a red light, he shifts in his seat to look at her and she does the same, “they’ll love you.”

She nods at his words. She’s trying to be better. A better girlfriend, a better friend, a better everything. That’s why she agreed to meet Harry’s family, despite him asking scared the shit out of her.

Her worries didn’t leave overnight, she was still scared he’d leave like her father did, but Harry helped her book a therapy appointment and they talked through everything, and she found out six years old Harry lived a similar situation to six years old her, and that seemed to put her at ease a bit. Because she guesses he’d know how that felt and he wouldn’t dare do it to someone he loves. Harry, too, had waited for his father at the door to come back, he waited years for him to acknowledge him, to see him. But, contrary to her, when he realized he wasn’t coming back, he moved from the door and never looked back.

She was so self centered on her pain she hadn’t realized Harry was hurting in his own way, and him being tender hearted wasn’t despite, but was because everything he went through.

And she had cried as he told her the full story. Harry felt like he could finally understand her, because he too understood what looking for softness and never finding it meant. But he told her she was looking in all the wrong places and that made her laugh a little.

When she told him she felt like she wasn’t enough for him, they were on his couch and they’d just eaten the salmon Harry liked so much. He held her so tight she stopped shaking, and she grasped his shoulders to feel him even closer.

“You deserve to feel loved, okay?” And he had such a way of talking she believed him. Just like that. All it took was that and she felt so stupid for not telling him sooner.

It used to feel so embarrassing to her the way she’d want him. They way she longed for his lips, the way she knew the moles on his face by heart. She felt embarrassed. She hated calling him at night and begging him to come over and just hold her. She hated how soft he made her. How vulnerable he could get her; she felt like a raw wound that never healed, that he’d scratch every now and then with his nails. But she found in feeling vulnerable and invincible strength.

She felt so embarrassed those two times she cried at the pub, she couldn’t get herself to walk past them for weeks. And for what? She was embarrassed because she was vulnerable? So what? She was human. And she was being brave. By loving Harry she was being brave, and that wasn’t anything to be embarrassed about.

She really can’t remember what she was so worried about, because with Harry everything hit different and everything was worth it.

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Share far and wide, and join us for more fantastic festiveness!

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lunarheslwt · 1 year

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Here where you should be

Written by @lunarheslwt

Written for this year's @1dchristmasfest ❄️

“I’m spending Christmas alone.”

Harry would never have thought of himself as dramatic, but he could swear he felt his heart lurch at the quiet admission.

“Huh?”

“Just me, myself and I,” Louis joked, giving a little laugh. “It’s about to be a very….ah, silent night.”

And Harry was so distraught at this news, that he didn’t even chuckle at the pun.

“Louis,” he said dumbly, voice betraying how upsetting he found the idea. The sparkle in Louis’ eyes dulled further.

“Don’t you worry about me, Harry,” Louis soothed, “It’s not that big a deal-”

“-Would you like to spend Christmas with me?”

And what. the. fuck. Why did he ask that to someone who was essentially a stranger?

Or, when Harry, an anxious alpha, found himself panicking over last minute Christmas shopping, he found comfort in the kind omega shop assistant, Louis. He wasn't meant to invite the omega home for Christmas when he found out that he's spending Christmas alone. He wasn't meant to catch feelings. Hell, he wasn't even meant to be able to go home for the holiday. It was shaping up to be a Christmas full of surprises.

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beyondxmeasure · 1 year

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Let Your Heart Be Light

by @cyantific / Cyantific

Louis Tomlinson, a self-proclaimed holiday-hater, loses his job two weeks before Christmas. Broke and desperate to see his family back home in England, he takes the only job left at the mall as one of Santa’s helpers. Harry is an unconventional mall Santa, the youngest one they’ve had in years, but with as much holiday spirit as any other seasoned Saint Nick. He’s determined to un-grinch the new guy in Santa’s Village, even if it takes until Christmas. Then Harry finds out the devastating reason why Louis lost his Christmas cheer. Will Harry be just the thing Louis needs to help him get his sparkle back? Featuring Liam as the manager at Santa's Village, Niall as an easy-going Irish elf and Harry's best friend, grumpy grinch Louis, Zayn as his wise best friend full of sage advice and tough love, and one matchmaking Mrs. Claus.

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storiesforallfandoms · 1 year

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the perfect tree ~ harry styles

word count: 1152

request?: no

description: in which they decide to go out and find the perfect christmas tree

pairing: harry styles x female!reader

warnings: none, just a fluffy christmas blurb

masterlist (one, two)

All your life you had a real Christmas tree in your house. It was a family tradition for you and your parents to go out and look for the right Christmas tree to cut down and bring home. While most people associated the smell of fresh gingerbread with Christmas, for you it was fresh evergreen, just cut down and put up in the lounge.

For your first Christmas living together, Harry insisted on counting the tradition. You weren’t going out to the wood with a saw to cut down a tree like you had before, but you were doing the next best thing: you were going to a Christmas tree farm.

It was the perfect winter day - big, fluffy snowflakes falling from the sky and softly landing on the ground, a slight chill in the air just enough to turn your nose and cheeks a light shade of pink. You were bundled up in a big winter coat and a beanie with matching mittens, with a hot chocolate in hand for extra warmth.

Kids were excitedly running between the trees as you and Harry browsed their selection.

“What should I be looking for in a tree?” Harry asked. “You’re the expert here.”

“It’s hard to explain, but you’ll know when you see it,” you responded. “You don’t want one that’s too small or too thin, but you also don’t want one that’s too big or else the lights and tinsel won’t fit.”

“No Charlie Brown tree. Got it.”

You giggled and leaned into Harry. “The Charlie Brown tree is cute when you’re little, but it’s not practical. You’ve seen how many ornaments I own. They’d never fit!”

“I do know how many ornaments you have, and i have no idea how any of mine are going to fit on the tree.”

You nudged him playfully, causing him to laugh.

You were glad the two of you had decided to go tree hunting so early in the year as it was very evident that a lot of the good trees were already being bought up. There were many thin, small trees left; the exact opposite of what you had wanted. You were starting to worry that you wouldn’t find the right Christmas tree.

“What about this one?” Harry asked, stopping in front of a tree.

You paused to look at it for a moment before shaking your head. “Not full enough.”

“What does that mean?”

You shrugged your shoulders and gestured towards the tree. “You know, it’s just not...full enough. It’s small.”

“It looks good to me.”

“Well we can get it if you want.”

Harry shook his head. “If you’re not convinced by it then we’ll keep looking for the one to convince you.”

You circled the lot several times, still struggling to find the right tree. You were really worried now that you wouldn’t find the tree you wanted. You didn’t want to leave empty handed after Harry insisted on the two of you getting a real tree, but you were getting discouraged with the lack of choice.

You were ready to give up when you stopped in front of a tree that had been hidden away behind two others. The minute your eyes landed on it you knew it was the one.

“This is it,” you told Harry. “This is our tree.”

“We must’ve passed this tree a dozen times. What makes it jump out now?” he asked.

“No way. It must’ve been hidden away. I just know this is the one.”

You and Harry paid for the tree, despite Harry’s insistence on paying for the full thing himself. The farm worker helped the two of you tie the tree to the top of Harry’s car. You were bursting with excitement on the drive home. You couldn’t wait to get the tree up and to start decorating it.

The familiar scent of freshly cut evergreen filled your and Harry’s shared home as you both put it up and you made sure it had water in its pot to survive the Christmas season. You moved around the tree, making sure its limbs were puffed out just right before pulling your boxes of ornaments from the storage closet to start decorating the tree.

Harry watched you from the couch with an adoring smile on his face. Your excitement to decorate the tree, and for Christmas in general, was so adorable to him and it made him happy to see you so happy.

You looked over at him, that bright smile on your face. “Are you gonna come decorate the tree?”

“I think I should let you do it. I’d only mess it all up,” he responded.

You walked over to the couch with your hand outstretched to him. “Nonsense, there’s no such thing as messing up the tree decorating.”

He took your hand and you pulled him off of the couch. You shoved some ornaments in his hand and went back to your decorating. He chuckled and shook his head, but proceeded to help you decorate the tree.

It took the two of you almost an hour to decorate, between the actual decorating and the goofing off you both did. Once you were done, you had to take a step back to admire the work you had done. It was a beautiful tree, made even more beautiful by the personal decorations that you and Harry had hung on it. It was your first tree in your first shared home.

“We didn’t put the tree topper on,” Harry noted upon seeing the top of the tree was bare.

“That’s usually the man’s job,” you said, reaching into a box to pull out the beautiful, golden light up star your parents had given you as a housewarming gift.

“Sounds very stereotypical if you ask me,” Harry said. “You picked the tree, I think you should put it on.”

“I’ve done so much, though. This is your turn.”

Harry took the topper, but also put an arm around your waist and led you towards the tree. “Why don’t we put it on together?”

You smiled up at Harry as he took your hand in his and placed them both on the tree topper. Harry stood a solid foot taller than you, so he was able to reach the top with ease while you struggled, standing on the tips of your toes. But he stretched with you, helping you to perfectly place the star on the branch sticking out from the top of the tree. It fit perfectly into the holding stem of the star, and the star nestled into its rightful spot with ease.

“Beautiful,” you said.

“Just like you.”

You looked up at Harry and smiled. “I’m really happy to get to spend this Christmas with you.”

“I’m happy I get to spend it with you, too. This one and every Christmas for the rest of time.”

“I like the sound of that.”

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adoremp3 · 5 months

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📝✨ 'tis the season....to write! ✨📝

unwrap your creativity and embark on a festive journey of words! embrace the magic of the season by unleashing your creativity with these 20 writing prompts. whether you're cuddled up with a notebook or typing away by the twinkling lights, dive into the spirit of the holidays through the power of storytelling.

if any of the prompts below spark your creativity, i'd love for you to tag me in your posts so i can enjoy your work. feel free to use the hashtag #TisTheSeasonWriting to share your festive tales with the writing community!

on a snowy christmas eve, a struggling musician finds inspiration and love when a mysterious stranger leaves sheet music with a heartfelt note at their doorstep

two longtime pen pals, who have never met in person, decide to surprise each other by showing up unannounced at the same charming bed and breakfast for a magical christmas reunion

a jaded city executive reluctantly joins a small town’s christmas decorating committee and discovers unexpected romance with the quirky but endearing local florist

a department store santa and a hard working elf develop a secret connection throughout the holiday season, finding love behind the scenes of the north pole

a young professional reluctantly attends a company retreat in a snowy mountain lodge during the week of new year’s eve, only to discover unexpected connections and new beginnings as the clock strikes midnight

during a christmas tree lighting ceremony, a photographer captures a spontaneous kiss between two strangers, sparking a viral sensation that leads them to reconnect in the spirit of the season

a group of friends from various backgrounds come together to celebrate chrismukkah, exploring the beauty of their traditions while navigating the challenges of the holiday season in a heartwarming tale of unity

on a delayed train home for the holidays, a lonely traveller strikes up a conversation with a fellow passenger, and as the snow falls outside, they realise they might have just found something special

a competitive ice-skating duo is forced to reevaluate their partnership when a surprise injury jeopardises their chance at their final competition of the year, ultimately bringing them closer than ever

a single parent and a kind-hearted school teacher collaborate to create a memorable christmas pageant for their children, discovering love amidst the chaos of holiday preparations

in an expected turn of events, a corporate lawyer finds himself stranded in a cosy mountain cabin with a free-spirited artist, leading to a heartwarming christmas filled with laughter and love

a baker and a chef find themselves in a friendly yet intense holiday bake-off, but as they share kitchen space and secret family recipes, the competition transforms into a sweet love story

in a bustling city on new year’s eve, two strangers get stuck in an elevator just before midnight, sparking an impromptu celebration and a connection that lasts long after the clock strikes twelve

a struggling writers receives an anonymous gift of a vintage typewriter on christmas morning, along with a note that leads them on a scavenger hunt, unravelling a love story from the past

two childhood friends reunite in their hometown, reminiscing about the past and realising that the feelings they had buried long ago might still be alive

in a small town where winter celebrations embrace various cultures, a local bakery hosts a dessert exchange that brings together neighbours from different backgrounds, leading to unexpected romance and sweet connections

a librarian and a history buff team up to organise a winter festival that highlights the cultural diversity of their community, leading to a shared appreciation for traditions and a budding romance

a ski instructor and a snowboarder, both passionate about winter sports, find themselves drawn to each other during a festive holiday competition that blends their favourite activities

a travel blogger, stranded in a charming european village on new year’s eve due to a snowstorm, joins the locals in their unique celebration, where she meets a charismatic chef and discovers the magic of a small-town countdown

a cosy bed and breakfast in a snow-covered village hosts a winter storytelling night, where guests share tales of their lives and dreams, leading to a heartwarming connection between two strangers with intertwined stories

on the last night of hanukkah, a chance encounter at a festive celebration sparks a connection between two people who come from different backgrounds. as they navigate cultural differences and family expectations, they find that love can be the most meaningful gift of the season.

a photographer on assignment to capture winter landscapes in a charming town unexpectedly crosses paths with a reclusive writer known for their holiday romance novels. as they collaborate on a project, the line between fiction and reality blurs, and they discover the magic of love in the midst of the holiday season.

as the new year's eve countdown begins, two childhood friends reunite at a cosy winter cabin after years apart. through shared memories, laughter, and the warmth of the fireplace, they realise that the greatest gift of the season might be a second chance at love.

in a charming Christmas market, a baker and a candlemaker find themselves competing for the most coveted spot. as their rivalry intensifies, so does their undeniable attraction. in the midst of holiday chaos, they learn that love is sweeter than any gingerbread cookie or scented candle.

during a snowy hanukkah celebration, a chance meeting between a violinist and a writer creates a symphony of emotions. as they navigate the melodies of their pasts and dreams for the future, they discover that the harmonies of love can be found in unexpected places.

in a small town where christmas is celebrated all year round, a jaded writer assigned to cover the festivities meets a local bakery owner who believes in the magic of the season. as they collaborate on a holiday feature, they find themselves falling for each other against a backdrop of twinkling lights and festive cheer.

a workaholic corporate executive reluctantly attends a company christmas party and ends up stuck in an office elevator with the quirky office assistant. as they share stories and snacks from the office holiday party, they realise that true love might be waiting right under the mistletoe.

a professional ice skater and a hockey player collide on the ice during a festive winter carnival. despite their competitive spirits, they find themselves drawn to each other in a whirlwind of twirls and spins, discovering that love can be as graceful and unpredictable as a figure-skating routine.

a stranded traveller spends christmas eve in a charming bed and breakfast, where they meet the innkeeper's single parent sibling. as they join forces to create a memorable holiday for the guests, they realise that love can blossom unexpectedly, even in the cosiest of inns.

a dedicated firefighter and a compassionate paramedic find themselves working together on christmas day, responding to holiday emergencies. as they navigate the challenges of their demanding jobs, they realise that sometimes the warmth of love can heal even the coldest of nights.

on a snowy winter getaway, a solitary writer seeking inspiration crosses paths with a charismatic tour guide. as they explore the picturesque landscapes and share stories by the fireside, they uncover the chapters of a love story waiting to be written beneath the falling snowflakes.

in a quaint bookstore hosting a holiday book club, two avid readers find themselves discussing a romantic novel set during the holiday season. as they delve into the story, they realise that their own lives are beginning to mirror the tale, sparking a romance that unfolds with each turn of the page.

an amateur astronomer and a meteorologist find themselves on a remote mountaintop on new year's eve, chasing the perfect view of a rare celestial event. as they share their dreams under the starlit sky, they discover that love is as infinite and unpredictable as the universe.

during a community hanukkah celebration, a culinary enthusiast and a chef with a secret family recipe connect over their shared love of traditional holiday foods. as they collaborate in the kitchen, they discover that the perfect blend of spices can lead to a recipe for love that transcends cultural boundaries.

during a magical snowstorm on new year's eve, two strangers find themselves trapped in an old bookstore. as they explore the shelves and share stories of their pasts, they realise that the most enchanting chapter of their lives may be just beginning.

#writing prompt #prompt list #prompts #writeblr #writers on tumblr #holiday prompts #christmas #winter #romance writing #writing #creative writing #harry styles #harry styles writing #harry styles fic #fanfiction #fic #i really dont know how to tag this lol but this is for anyone not fandom specific tbh #TisTheSeasonWriting

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finelinevogue · 5 months

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Hi ellie! happy first day of the Christmas month!! I hope you are all cozy and comfy at home!

The other day I saw a super cute video from this tiktok couple cam.and.mal, where he puts up mistletoe everywhere in the house (like every door way, fan, light etc.) so they will always be kissing, thought that's super cute :))

loooove your writing by the way!! Your masterlist has always been my little comfort corner, sending love and hugs!!

christmassy kisses

hi!!! omg happy 1st day of christmas and thank you so much for the request <333 this is such an adorable idea and i am on it right now <333 p.s. you’re amazing xo

word count : -600

pairing : youtuber!reader x harry

As soon as you walked through the front door you were stopped.

You noticed Harry first, of course, in his hoodie and joggers. Behind him was your editor, Pippa, holding up her phone to film you two.

“What’s going on?” You asked suspiciously.

“Look up, babe.” Harry said.

You tilted your head up, expecting some slime or paint to fall, but instead there was some fake mistletoe.

“Mistletoe?” You asked, opening the door wider.

Harry didn’t let you in very far though, making sure you waited in the doorway.

“Guess we’ll have to kiss then.” Harry shrugged his shoulders and cupped your cheeks, bringing you towards him for a proper kiss. Not too intense, seeing as Pippa was here and she’s probably filming content for you.

“Interesting welcome home.” You laughed, smiling at Harry who looked very pleased with himself.

“It’s only because it’s Christmas, and I love you.”

You shut the front door behind you as you walked in, taking note of how Harry and Pippa are still standing around and looking suspicious.

“Seriously, what are you two up to?”

You took off your coat and hung it up on the coat hanger, before walking to the bedroom to change into a comfier hoodie - preferably one of Harry’s.

When you approached your bedroom door, you noticed the mistletoe hanging above it too.

“What the —”

“Don’t worry, i’ll kiss you again.” Harry smiled and leant down to kiss you again. He looked super chuffed with himself, like his plan was succeeding or something.

“H, bub, have you hung up mistletoe everywhere just so you have the excuse of kissing me?” You asked, standing close to him with Pippa still filming.

“Maybe.”

Instead of responding, you ran to find the next one. You stood under the en-suite bathroom door and patiently waited for Harry to come over.

He laughed once he caught on to how eager you were, becoming more eager himself. He gladly wandered over to you and gave you a loving kiss, filled with giggles.

“Best idea ever.” You praised him.

“Why?”

“We get to kiss more than ever!”

“We already do, baby.” Harry laughed, hugging you against his body tight to embrace all your sunshine energy.

“But this time they’re Christmassy kisses.” You argued.

“You’re right, m’love. I’ll give you all the Christmassy kisses you could ever want.”

“Deal.” You said, running off to find the next piece of mistletoe.

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harrysfolklore · 1 year

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my favorite fics: holiday edition

merry christmas to everyone ! here’s a list of my favorite holiday themed blurbs by amazing writers ! i hope you like it <3

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baby it’s cold outside by @havethetimeofyourstyles

new year by @svnflowervol666

no regrets by @watchmegetobsessed

i gave you my heart by @suchalonelysunflower

christmas at the styles house by @harrysgoldenline

mistletoe by @eveningepiphany

lonely this christmas by @enthusiasticharry

i’ll be home for christmas by @tokyoharry

winter flakes by @oghoneytryst

that’s my apron by @glitteredrry

christmas baby by @peterspeachy

sweater weather by @tpwkwriter

happy holidays by @finelinevogue

the perfect tree by @storiesforallfandoms

milk and cookies by @fiftyshadesof-h

merry christmas, darling by @cakestan

it’s not christmas till you come home by @tobesolonely

christmas in holmes chapel by @nationalharryleague

baking made easy by @harrysgloves

christmas dance by @astranva

traditions by @herewithmeharry

donating time by @halfmoonkid

underneath the tree by @all-things-fic

reconnect by @soysauceharry

read receipts by @harrystylesgotmefuckedup

invisible string by @satanhalsey

a new pair of skates by @hunflowers

be quiet by @harryhoney-bee

spending new year’s eve with harry by @tinydestinybear

tis the damn season by @harrystylescherry

better this year by @shroomiebloomm

christmas at mum’s by @finerllines

baby please come home by @pancakes4two

this christmas by @leveller-75

matilda by @goldenbuckyyy

so good by @foolforharrry

a midnight kiss by @gucciwins

angel by @shroombloomm

happy new year by @avatar-anna

new years, new family by @chaoticloving

my holiday blurbs

holidays with harry

putting the christmas tree with harry

singer!yn and harry release a christmas song

tree picking with harry

christmas in paris

christmas with the styles

new years

first christmas as husband and wife

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penceypansy · 1 year

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If We Make It Through December, We’ll Be Fine

Harry/Louis 8.3k

A job promotion of his dreams, an eight-month long distance relationship, a cancelled train, and an emotional misunderstanding - Louis is just trying to make it home for the holidays.

Read my 2021 @1dchristmasfest here

#larry fanfic #harry and louis #hl fic #hlcreators #harry styles #larry fanfiction #larry stylinson #louis tomlinson #hl creators #1d Christmas fic fest #christmas fanfiction #Harry Louis fanfiction #one direction fanfiction #hl journal #trackinghome

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Wrapped in Red

AN: Merry Christmas lovies! hope you like it.

Y/n had figured out how to finally tell Harry how she felt. Since he told her he was going to break up with Olivia, she had been trying to find the perfect way to come clean.

They had been friends for a long time. Y/n met Harry through Gemma back in 2017 and she'd had a crush on him for even longer. She had never intended to tell him she loved him because she always assumed she'd get over it. When he was with Olivia, however, she realised she would never be happy with anyone else, especially since she's so close to his entire family.

One thing was for certain, she could not lose him and that was why it had taken so long to figure it out. She wanted it to be subtle enough that she could brush it off if he didn't get it or if he didn't feel the same, but obvious enough that he could understand and if he felt the same hopefully he would make a move. So, when she found out that she was not only invited to his family's holiday celebrations this year but that one of the activities was karaoke, she knew just what she had to do.

So, here she was sitting next to Harry while Gemma and Michael made an absolute mockery of 'Total Eclipse of the Heart' in front of them. She turned to look at her love and his head was thrown back cackling. He was so beautiful. She leaned over to whisper in his ear.

"H, stop. This is a very serious performance for your sister."

She couldn't keep her faux serious expression in place long as he raised an eyebrow in challenge.

"Oh really? She tell you that?" He smirked.

"Yes, actually. She told me it was a dream of hers to best you this year in the entertainment department." She said it with a smile and he busted out laughing again.

Just as he was about to respond the song ended.

"Y/n you're next," Gemma spoke into the microphone.

"What?! I thought Anne was next."

"She was but you and my brother wouldn’t shut up so I changed the order." Gemma gave her a knowing look and Y/n felt her anxiety heighten. She had told her her plan and now that was proving to have been a bad idea.

"Okay. Just give me one second, I'll be right back."

She ran out of the living room and into her guest room to change. She slipped on a red silk dress and fastened a Christmas bow to her hair. She looked herself over in the mirror and whispered, "here goes nothing" to herself.

When she walked back into the living room everyone went silent. After a beat, Gemma and Anne started fake catcalling her, which dissipated her anxiety a bit and caused her to laugh.

"Thank you, thank you," she spoke into the mic at them. "I chose my song very carefully this year and I really hope you like it." She made eye contact with Harry as she said the last bit.

"Everybody's happy, snow is falling down." She looked at each guest as she sang. "Prayers are bein' answered, miracles all around."

She started to loosen up and made eye contact with Harry again as she sang, "From afar, I've loved you, but never let it show and every year another December comes and goes."

She was pretty sure he had already caught on as his eyes went wide.

"Always watchin', never reachin', but this Christmas, I'm gonna risk it all. This Christmas, I'm not afraid to fall."

She really let herself get lost in the words. She threw her head back and let her hips sway.

"So I'm at your door with nothing more than words I've never said. In all this white, you'll see me like you've never seen me yet. Wrapped in red." She motioned to her dress on the last line, eliciting laughs from the crowd.

"Blue is where I've been. Green can't buy me you. Silver bells remind me that mistletoe's for two." She saw that Harry had relaxed some so she started walking around the room this verse. "So I found a color that only tells the truth. That paints a picture of how I feel for you."

Now she was stood right in front of him, singing to him alone.

"This Christmas, I'm gonna risk it all. This Christmas, I'm not afraid to fall. So I'm at your door with nothing more than words I've never said. In all this white you'll see me like you've never seen me yet, wrapped in red."

She opened her eyes not realising she had closed them and saw he had the biggest smile on his face. So, she finished with a burst of confidence.

"I'll never feel you, if I don't tell you." He reached out and grabbed her hand.

The music slowed to a stop and the room burst out into cheers.

"Thank you guys." She sat down as if nothing had happened.

"Was that what I think it was?" Harry said from next to her.

"That depends, what do you think it was?"

The others, who sensed that the conversation they were about to have was a private one, scurried off into the kitchen.

"You love me?" He said.

"Yes. I'm sorry if this is totally the wrong way to go about it, public and cheesy, but I thought I could brush it off easier this way."

"How long have you known?"

"Since you started dating Camille." She bit her lip. "I just always thought it would go away. I didn't want to lose you or Gemma but when you were with Olivia," she could barely say her name, "I realised I'd never be able to. So, when you two broke up, I started planning how to tell you."

"I wish you had done it differently."

"You're right this was a terrible idea." She started to get up to run away, feeling embarrassed.

"No, that's not what I mean." He grabbed her hand and pulled her back down onto the couch. "I wish you'd said something sooner because then I could've done this." He leaned in and kissed her briefly then pulled back and said, "sooner."

"Oh." It was all she could say.

"I've been in love with you since Gem introduced us practically, but I thought I didn't have a chance."

"Really? You thought you didn't have a chance? Have you seen yourself?"

He laughed at that and nodded.

"I have." He scanned over her body and said, "But have you seen yourself? 'Sides, you never made a move so."

"Agree that we're both stupid and move on?" She giggled.

"Just come here." He pulled her into another kiss. This one much longer and deeper.

"Merry Christmas Harry," she said when they parted.

"And to think all I got you was a t-shirt," he said.

She busted out laughing.

"It's okay. It's already the best Christmas ever."

And it really was.

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