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thesewordsareallihavetogive · 30 days

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Fine Line - Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: 1.1k words. loosely inspired by "Fine Line" by Harry Styles. Your relationship with Jake is unconventional. Jake lets himself into your home in the middle of the night after a deployment, you let him into your bed.

Warnings: some angst, language, reader is ex-military, references to 18+ topics but no explicit content, references to a military-related accident that resulted in an honorable discharge, no graphic depictions of aforementioned accident, redemption fluff (?)

a/n: I wrote this in one sitting between my morning lecture and afternoon lecture. I'm really happy with how it turned out :))

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The soft sound of the front door creaking open down the short hallway roused you. It wasn’t so much the near-silent sound, but rather the infinitesimal shift in the air.

You’d never been a good sleeper anyway.

You probably should’ve been alarmed. You lived alone, and you weren’t expecting anyone. Much less at 2:38 a.m., according to the glaring red alarm clock on your nightstand. Still half asleep, you did the math in your head. He was deployed 6 weeks ago. Based on the average time it took for landing procedures and debrief meetings, he probably returned to base from God knows where within the past 3 hours. And now he was here.

Down in the unlit foyer—if you could even call it that, the townhouse was hardly bigger than a postage stamp and the entryway was no exception—Jake toed off his standard-issued combat boots. You aren’t a clean freak, but you’d prefer not to have asphalt and remnants of jet fuel tracked across your floors. Years in the service ensured that your living space was always ready for inspection, for better or worse. Even after you retired, the habits stuck with you.

Just like being a light sleeper.

He padded silently down the hallway towards your room. The knob turned and he pushed the door open, wincing as its hinges whined in protest.

Jake wasn’t surprised that you were awake, staring at him as he entered the room. He didn’t text you or give any indication ahead of time to let you know he’d be coming over. Given that it was a Friday night–well, early Saturday morning–anyone else might’ve reached out first for permission. Or to at least confirm they wouldn’t be intruding on time with a different overnight guest. But Jake never did.

You had an unspoken agreement that neither of you would see anyone else. It was a delicate dance, a fine line that the two of you traced across. Having no label, as was made clear by Jake years ago, but feeling an overwhelming unnamed feeling, a sense of obligation and loyalty kept the two of you from venturing outside the bounds of your non-relationship.

“Hi,” he whispered, gravel in his tone. You couldn’t see the dark circles underneath his eyes or barely present wrinkles forming on his forehead in the darkness, but you could imagine they were there. Jake liked to pretend that the stress didn’t get to him. Like he was unaffected by the atrocities he saw and was forced to commit thousands of feet above the rest of the sane world. Like he was invincible. But you knew better. You knew he had nightmares, like most service members. Most of his missions were entirely confidential and on a need-to-know basis. In the eyes of the United States Navy, you did not need to know. Jake was true to his oath. Sworn to secrecy, and never even slightly indicated something that civilians should know. Being a veteran somehow lumped you into that category.

You hummed in response. Barely audible, but certainly there. Your limbs were tired. Aching. Rehab and physical therapy could only do so much to help you after the accident, but you were doing okay now. You wordlessly pulled the sheets back as you scooted over on the mattress, making room for Jake. He chastely stripped down to his boxers before joining you under the sheets. It was cool, but it didn’t surprise him. You always ran cold. Ironically, he always ran hot, in temperature and temper.

No one spoke as he inched closer to you, the movement magnetic. Rustling sheets and the gentle hum of the window AC unit softly filled the room. 2:40 a.m.

Jake teased you when he was here last. “You oughta get your central AC fixed. That window unit is annoying, darlin’. Don’t know how you sleep with it running like that,” he chided while absentmindedly running his fingers through your hair. It had become mussed from your previous activities, but that was the last thing on your mind; you took a break from memorizing his unguarded face to roll your eyes. Your landlord was useless, and a bit of an asshole. You’d both established this the last time you needed something fixed. Jake ended up taking care of it for you anyway, like he always did.

2:41 a.m. He wrapped his arms around you, and you let him. Your hand came up to brush a few stray strands of his usually perfectly styled hair out of his face. It was still damp. You imagine he did what he had to at base, probably begrudgingly going through the motions. It was late and he could feel the weeks-long worth of exhaustion in his bones. After the last meeting that nearly did him in, he showered and came straight here. Driving in the state he was in probably wasn’t the best idea. But the roads were quiet and he needed to be near you. He wouldn’t have slept anyway.

You knew one day the fine line you toed, the relationship that refused to be defined would break one of you, if not both. He’d probably throw himself even deeper into his career and go back to his old habits, picking up a new girl every weekend at whatever bar he inevitably ended up at. You’d probably distract yourself and go back to grad school on Uncle Sam’s dime. Maybe you’d study physical therapy. Or mental health therapy. The patient becomes the practitioner.

There was only one way the two of you got out of this unscathed, and Jake was too fucked up to commit. He knew it would hurt you, but he was selfish. He knew you deserved better. He didn’t think he could be better.

As he pulled you further against his warm chest, tucking your head and hair that smelled like home underneath his chin, you snuggled against him deeper. Soft, yet rugged skin that stretched across his defined pecs met your ear. You listened to the steady beating of his heart–proof that he had one–lub dub, lub dub, lub dub.

His hand caressed your back, holding you tighter against him. His breathing evened out and you knew he was asleep. Daring to glance up at his finally peaceful face and aching to become one, you decide this is enough for now.

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louisupdates · 12 days

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By Marcelo Fernández Bitar [translated from Spanish]

In just over 24 hours, Louis Tomlinson passed through Buenos Aires and caused a commotion, with hundreds of fans crowding at the door of his hotel singing and shouting his name, and also occupying almost the entire block where there is a FM radio station where he went to give an interview.

The fanaticism generated with his solo career by the former singer of One Direction in Argentina is so great that in fact he will give a recital in the same stadium where he was in 2014 with the mega-boy band. It will be on May 18 in Vélez Sarsfield.

Louis Tomlinson already has two solo albums and is touring the world presenting the most recent, Faith in the Future. It came out in November 2022 and surprised with his most rocky sound, close to the Brit-pop of his beloved Oasis, and less pop. It was number one in England and three singles came out, Bigger Than Me, Out of My System and Silver Tongues.

Hurricane Louis

The visit was really fleeting with the purpose of promoting his show next month, the old-fashioned way, when the artists toured the countries to advertise albums or tours, something they currently do on Zoom or with posts on their official accounts.

Louis arrived on Friday night and spent Saturday fulfilling an intense schedule of activities, to leave early the next day.

First he went to the Vélez football field for a television interview which will be televised later by TN, and then he went to the radio station Los 40 Principales, where his fans filled the entire Gorriti street, between Ravignani and Arévalo, to witness an interview where eight listeners joined to ask him a question each.

He finally arrived at 4 p.m. at the Four Seasons hotel, where hundreds of other fans were screaming for him. There he gave a series of reports and chatted with Clarín in a room equipped as a small television set, with lights and a set with his name and the cover of the disc.

"Never, not for a second, did I think I would be going through some of the same experiences," he said, "that I was lucky enough to live in the band. I thought that was something unique. So being able to come here and feel the level of love and the incredible reaction on today's radio station, means a lot to me. When I imagined what my solo career would be like, I really didn't know what to expect.

Re-filling stadiums

At 32-years-old, Louis Tomlinson has the experience of having been part of one of the greatest pop phenomena of the last 20 years, with sales records and sold-out shows in stadiums around the world. And now he is repeating the fury alone, just as it happened just a little earlier with his ex-bandmate Harry Styles.

In Louis’ case, he first sold out the closed Movistar Arena stadium in 2022 and now he goes through a huge soccer field like Vélez.

Q: Did you think that being a soloist you had to start from below and sing in smaller places?

Louis: Yes, exactly. But it turns out that I can still play in big places, so it's great.

Q: Can we really talk about a mania of a "louistomlinson-mania"? Does it happen everywhere or is it special in Latin America?

Louis: I think that in terms of the level of similar intensity, and seeing what happened a moment ago on the radio station, that certainly doesn't happen to me everywhere. Let me put it this way: it's incredible to be so far from home and feel that level of love. I'm very excited to think about what the show will be like here.

Q: It's incredible that almost exactly ten years have passed since the last time you filled Vélez. How do you feel when you return to the same stadium?

Louis: I feel very lucky to be able to play in those places again on my own. I also feel very, very proud of myself and my fans. I feel like we have created something that is quite special and we did it together. With them as listeners, but also as facilitators. That really helped my confidence and made me feel good on stage. It's a lovely relationship and I'm very proud of it.

Q: This tour started almost a year ago, how did it evolve with respect to the first shows?

Louis: I definitely feel in a good place right now with the show. Anyway, in advance I was excited about this tour because this album was designed for the live show. So I was excited to see how the songs would work. And the energy is great. I am very excited to show Faith in the Future to Latin America.

Q: How did the idea of making a live cover of Arctic Monkeys come about?

Louis: Arctic Monkeys grew up about 20 minutes from where I live. It was something very close, very fresh in the mind and obviously huge. I was growing up and I'm also a big fan. I usually do the song 505 because it's very pretty.

Often, with the versions, I probably think more about what I would like to sing than about what I imagine that everyone else would like to hear, which may be misjudged, but I'm enjoying it.

Q: When you were a teenager you sang Oasis songs and now you have a rock band that sounds very Brit-pop, almost closing a circle.

Louis: Thank you. I am very, very fortunate to have the band I have, but they also perform sonically and visually, everything that is really important to me. They sound absolutely incredible. I don't think I would be able to do this without my band.

Q: Live you also perform songs from One Direction. Did you feel that kind of shadow at the beginning of your solo career and now you are more comfortable looking back?

Louis: I think a bit about both things. I think that at the beginning of my career I would have been a little more worried about putting too many One Direction songs in the repertoire. What I wanted most was to spread my wings and show who I was. But I think that as time went by, the nostalgic moments are really charming. So it's like a beautiful mixture of nostalgia and it's very nice to do it.

Ping-pong

Q: This is the third time you have visited our country. If you had to describe your Argentine fans in three words, which one would you choose?

Louis: Passionate. Loyal. Affectionate. That’s okay, isn't it?

Q: The soccer player Kun Agüero said that there is a lot of talk to you through Instagram or Twitter. Have you ever met him in person?

Louis: Actually, we have never seen each other in person. Over the years we've talked a little here and there, but I never found time. I have a kind of crazy hope that he can come to the show.

Q: If you had to choose one of your songs, either from Walls or Faith in the Future, that reflects how you feel right now in your life, what would it be?

Louis: I would say that the name of the album (Faith in the future) represents where I am right now, but I think that in the future I would like to always be optimistic.

Q: And if all the One Direction discography was deleted and a song had to be saved. Which one would you save?

Louis: It's interesting... I would probably say Story Of My Life. That seemed like a real milestone. I would say it's a little more serious. And I also think it's a bit of a crazy song.

Q: You are a big soccer fan, do you have any preference for an Argentine club?

Louis: I'm very afraid to say something wrong... I'd better say that I love you all. (laughs)

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peleksstuff · 4 months

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goodbye ll. l harry styles x snl!reader

*gifs not mine*

part l of goodbye

Summary: Y/N, a seasoned staff member, navigates the labyrinth of memories as Harry Styles returns to the show. Once romantically involved, they had gracefully parted ways. Tonight, as Harry prepares for his performance, the air is filled with nostalgia. During a chance encounter, they share updates on their lives, bridging the gap of time.

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The backstage of Saturday Night Live was buzzing with energy as the show's iconic theme music echoed through the halls. The atmosphere was electric, and among the bustling crew was Y/N, a seasoned staff member responsible for ensuring everything ran smoothly behind the scenes. Tonight was special because Harry Styles was back, and there was an undeniable excitement in the air.

As Y/N hurriedly navigated through the labyrinth of corridors, clipboard in hand, she couldn't help but reminisce about the past. Years ago, she and Harry had been in a relationship. It was a love that had blossomed beautifully but had eventually taken a back seat to their respective busy lives. Both had understood the need for separation and had parted ways amicably, carrying the sweet memories of their time together.

Tonight was different, though. Y/N was no longer the person she was back then. She had moved on, found someone else, and built a life beyond what she and Harry had shared. While Harry navigated his own journey in the limelight.

The backstage area was abuzz with anticipation as Harry prepared for his performance. As he caught sight of Y/N, a flood of memories came rushing back. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her, looking radiant and confident.

Y/N noticed Harry's presence, and their eyes locked. There was a shared understanding of their history together, the chapter they had closed gracefully. He looked as charming as ever, his dimples flashing as he interacted with the cast and crew. There was a different energy in the air, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia.

Later in the evening, during the live show, you worked backstage near Harry's dressing room. As you walked down the hallway, you heard your name being called. Turning around, you were met with those familiar green eyes and that genuine smile that had once been yours.

"Hey," Harry greeted, his voice carrying a mixture of surprise and warmth.

"Hey, Harry," you replied, a slight nervousness in your tone. "It's been a while."

"Yeah, it has," he acknowledged, a hint of sentiment in his gaze. "You look great."

"Thanks," you said, a small smile forming. "You too."

Harry's eyes flickered with a mixture of nostalgia and something you couldn't quite decipher. "I've been keeping up with your work here," he admitted. "You've done some amazing things."

You chuckled, feeling a bit more at ease. "Well, it's been a journey. SNL life, you know?"

"Yeah," Harry agreed, a wistful smile on his lips. "I miss being a part of this sometimes. The energy, the camaraderie."

"You were always a natural on the stage," you complimented, genuine admiration in your eyes. "Tonight's performance was fantastic."

Harry's cheeks tinged with a faint blush, appreciating the compliment. "Thank you. It's a different kind of adrenaline being back here."

As the conversation continued, the camaraderie between you and Harry felt surprisingly easy, as if no time had passed. The unspoken tension from earlier dissipated, replaced by a comfortable familiarity.

"So, how have you been?" Harry asked, a genuine curiosity in his voice.

You shared snippets of your life—work, travels, and the people who had become important to you. He listened attentively, his eyes never leaving yours, as if trying to capture every detail of the person you had become.

"And you?" you inquired, genuinely interested in his journey.

Harry took a moment, his gaze lingering on yours. "It's been a ride, you know? Music, tours, and lately, I've been dipping my toes into acting."

"Acting? That's exciting," you exclaimed, genuine interest sparkling in your eyes.

Harry nodded, a proud smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, I've been filming a movie recently. It's a whole new challenge, but I'm enjoying it."

"That's incredible, Harry. I can't wait to see it," you replied, smiling sincerely.

A moment of silence hung between you, filled with unspoken emotions. The air seemed charged, and neither could you ignore the lingering palpable connection.

"I heard you're seeing someone," Harry mentioned, his words careful.

A shadow of discomfort passed over your face as you confirmed, "Yeah, I am. It's been a while now."

Harry nodded, his expression unreadable for a moment. "I'm happy for you," he said, though a subtle sadness betrayed his words.

"Thanks, Harry," you replied, the weight of the conversation settling in. "It's been good. Different, but good."

There was a pause, the unspoken questions hanging in the air. What could have been, what might still linger between you two, was a palpable undercurrent.

"And you, Harry?" you asked, tilting your head slightly. "Any special someone in your life right now?"

Harry hesitated momentarily, his gaze shifting away briefly before returning to yours. "Not at the moment," he admitted, a tinge of vulnerability in his eyes. "It's a bit tricky with the constant travel and everything."

You nodded understandingly, the air thickening with the unsaid. The shared history, the memories, and the unspoken emotions created a complex tapestry between you. It was a delicate dance between acknowledging the past and respecting the present.

"I should get back to the crew," you said, breaking the silence and glancing toward the bustling activity behind you.

"Yeah, of course," Harry replied, his gaze lingering for a moment longer. "It was really good catching up, Y/N."

"Likewise, Harry," you said, a bittersweet smile on your lips. "Break a leg with the rest of your endeavors."

"Thanks. And you, take care," he replied, a sincerity in his voice that echoed with the weight of unspoken sentiments.

As you walked away, the hallway seemed longer than before, each step echoing the quiet tumult within. The unspoken words hung heavy in the air, a poignant reminder of paths taken and diverged. The backstage of Saturday Night Live, once a shared space of laughter and camaraderie, now held the echoes of a connection that time had both preserved and altered.

Back in the crew, clipboard in hand, you resumed your duties, the distant sounds of Harry's performance providing a backdrop to the internal turmoil. The night would continue, the show would continue, and life would move forward. But somewhere in the quiet corners of the backstage, a subtle ache lingered—the quiet angst of two souls who had once danced in harmony but had chosen separate rhythms in the grand symphony of life.

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daisyblog · 4 months

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One Night

Too Young Masterlist Summary: The night that changed YN and Louis lives.

Warning: unprotected sex, one night stand, unplanned pregnancy, smoking

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“You’re pregnant!” Were the last words YN expected the doctor to say as she sat in the room.

She felt her whole body freeze, her heart thumped against her chest with force. “I-I…I c-can’t be.”.

“I can see this is a bit of a shock for you.” The doctor sympathised. “But it does explain the symptoms you’ve described to me.”.

YN couldn’t help but feel numb as she walked back to her car, notes for her next appointment and a new mother booklet in her hands, and drove towards the one place she felt comfort. But as she drove towards her Mums house, it was in that moment that it hit her. The baby’s Dad.

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YN had been looking forward to this weekend since the moment the tour had been announced. Her brother was finally coming back home to Manchester. One Direction were playing at the Etihad Stadium all weekend, it was a huge achievement for them to be playing stadiums for their third tour.

She was excited to spend the entire weekend with her family. She saw her Mum and Gemma regularly with her only living in Manchester for university, but with Harry’s hectic schedule it was rare for them all to be together.

YN was fortunate that Fridays were a no lecture day for her. She was coming towards the end of her second year of studying Fashion Management.

She was lucky that she had met a few close friends in uni who had no interest in who her brother was. It was something that she was dreading before going, knowing how people only wanted to be associated with her for being Harry Styles’ twin sister.

But her two close friends, who are now her roommates, Beth and Evie were genuinely interested in YN for her and not who her family was. In fact Beth and Evie had openly said that they knew who One Direction were, but they weren’t huge fans in the sense that they were invested in their life’s.

YN had invited them along to the shows but both declined, Beth’s was travelling home to see her boyfriend and Evie didn’t want to intrude on YN’s family time, despite YN insisting she wouldn’t be.

Just as YN had finished getting dressed and fluffing up her hair that she had curled, when her Mum phoned to tell her that they had arrived at the stadium. The stadium was a short walk from YN’s flat, so she decided to take the risk hoping she wouldn’t be spotted by any fans.

Harry had sent her text to explain how to get into the venue, by going to the back entrance where one of his security would be waiting for her. Paul, who she knew quite well from visiting Harry on tour previous times, showed her the way through the large venue and to the backstage area where her family were waiting.

“YN!” Harry dramatically ran towards his sister, wrapping his arms around his younger twin.

“I’ve missed you!” YN spoke into his shoulder as she hugged him tight.

Harry let her go so she could give her Mum, Gemma and Robin a hug too. They all caught up, Harry sharing stories of the tour so far, Gemma telling them all about her new work project and YN explaining her university life and how she’ll be glad when second year is over.

The weekend had been amazing. The boys had played two shows, one on the Friday night and one on the Saturday night. YN had always been proud of her brother, he had been talented since they were younger but watching her “womb mate”, as they often called each other, sing in front of a full stadium near their hometown was mind blowing.

After the boys show on the Sunday evening, Niall and Louis had suggested a night out in Manchester, but Harry, Liam and Zayn declined, and said they weren’t feeling up to it.

“YN? Do you want to come?” Niall asked, as she waited with Harry before she was heading back to her flat. Before she answered, she looked to Harry for approval.

“You can go if you want Minnie.” Harry reassured her, calling her by the nickname he had made for her once she found out he was born seven minutes before her. “Niall and Louis will look after you.”

“C’mon Styles…I bet you know where all the cheap drinks are.” Niall assumed as she was a university student.

YN had taken Niall and Louis, along with some of their friends that had tagged along to a club that YN had been to before. Niall had spent the first part of the evening challenging YN to a game of who could drink the most drinks, and it was safe to say that the liquids had taken over YN.

Her once steady balance, now began to wobble slightly and her head felt free and light as she danced to the loud music. It was only when she noticed Louis pull out a cigarette from the packet, that she too wanted to smoke. YN wasn’t a smoker, but whenever she had alcohol in her system it was like she become someonelse for the night.

YN could see Louis making his way towards the exit, so she carefully wobbled her way through the crowd to catch up to him. “Lou!”, she reached for his arm, causing him to turn slightly at the new touch.

Once Louis realised it was YN holding onto him, his posture relaxed. “You alright darling?”.

“Can I come with you?” YN asked, as she gestured with her head towards the white stick he still held between his fingers.

“Of course my love.” Louis gently guided YN infront of him so they wouldnt lose eachother.

Once they were outside and tucked into a little corner, out of sight, Louis gave YN a cigarette from the packet before he gave her his lighter.

“Thanks.” YN quickly cupped her hand to light the white stick that she held between her lips.

“Does Harry know you smoke?” Louis asked as he took his lighter back and copied YN’s actions to light his own.

YN took a drag before blowing out the smoke, the grey cloud circling them both. “I don’t…I’m more of a social smoker.”.

“Yeah and me.” Louis sarcastically said as he brought the white stick up to his mouth.

YN let out a cough at his words. “I’ve seen the video Lou.”.

“Don’t know what you’re talking ’bout love.” a cheeky expression written all over his face.

“Your eyes are pretty.” The random compliment fell from YN’s lips.

Louis tried to hide his smile but his lips failed him. “You’re drunk.”.

YN shrugged her shoulders, the alcohol doing the talking for her. “I still know a pretty face when I see one.”.

“Pretty eyes and a pretty face.” Louis looked at the ground, a smile threatening to appear. “You’re making me blush babe.”.

“Well sober me wouldn’t say it..so just take it.” YN admitted as she put out her cigarette and threw it into the bin, Louis copying her.

“What else wouldn’t sober YN say?” Louis questioned, intrigued at what else YN had to say.

Louis was now leaning against the wall as YN stood slightly in front of him. “I..I-I” YN stuttered. “I wouldn’t..uh…I wouldn’t say that I’ve thought about kissing you a few times.”.

“Why haven’t you?” Louis knew he was risking a lot but couldn’t help himself.

“‘Cause you’re my brothers best friend!”. YN thought that would have been obvious to him.

Louis shrugged his shoulders from his position still leaning against the wall. “One night…no strings attached.”.

“Nobody would know?” YN’s sober self is loosing to tipsy YN’s dream.

“Nobody would know!” Louis reassured her.

Before she could change her mind, YN grabbed Louis hand and pulled him in the direction of her flat.

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As YN pulled up the road towards her Mum and Robin’s cottage styled home, she felt nervous. She knew her Mum was the least judgemental person and only saw the good in everything, but YN knew her news was unexpected.

“YN my darling, I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow.” YN was wrapped in a warm motherly hug, a cuddle that was all too familiar. “Not that I’m complaining.

“Just needed my Mum.” YN admitted, as she took a seat by the kitchen table. Anne bringing them both a cup of tea.

“Everything alright my love?”. Anne knew her three children better than anyone, and she knew when something was on YN’s mind.

YN hesitated, wondering how to break the news to her Mum. But in true YN style, she ripped the bandaid off. “I’m pregnant!”.

Anne’s eyes widened, she wasn’t angry or upset about the news, but shocked was definitely the right word. Anne could never be angry at her children, especially when it came to baby news, she always saw babies as a blessing.

“You’re pregnant?” Anne repeated, wanting to make sure she head her youngest daughter correctly.

Tears threatened to spill as YN nodded her head. “I’m sorry Mum!”.

“Why are you apologising?” Anne reached over the table to squeeze her hand. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”.

“I’m twenty and I’m gonna be a single Mum.” YN spat out, getting angry at herself for being in this position.

“I don’t want to question you…but the baby’s father?” Anne noticed YN’s shoulders tense and her knee began to bounce up and down. “You hadn’t mentioned seeing someone.”.

YN bit her lip, thinking about how she was suppose to tell her mother that her unborn baby’s dad was actually her brother’s best friend. “He doesn’t know…it was just a one night thing.”.

“Look…Darling…we are here to support you every step of the way.” Anne meant every word she was saying. “You’re not alone.”.

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YN opened her flat door, silence greeting her as Louis trailed behind her, his hand still holding hers.

From their short walk from the club, they had sobered up a little. “Drink?”.

“Yeah…sounds good.”. Louis followed YN, assuming she was heading towards the kitchen.

“What do you want? Beer, wine, vodka?”. YN named some of the options they had.

“I’ll just have a beer please.” YN passed him the brown bottle from the fridge and continue to make her own drink. “What the fook are you doing?”.

“What?”. YN asked has she poured the vodka. “It’s vodka and coke.”.

“In a fookin’ mug?”. Louis couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“It’s student life babe.” YN took a mouthful from the mug. “Just drink from whatever you can find.”.

After standing in the kitchen for a while longer, talking and continuing to drink, YN found the courage to move closer to where Louis was standing with his back pressed against the counter.

The room was silent, as their eyes focussed on each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. Louis wore a smirk on his face, as he noticed YN was now standing right in front of him.

“So.” YN turned her head to the side slightly, eyes still focused on Louis. “Are you gonna kiss me.”.

Within seconds, their lips were moving messily against each others. Louis hand was tangled in YN’s loose curls, whilst YN’s hands pulled at his thin t-shirt to pull him closer.

YN blindly moved them into her bedroom, both unwilling for their lips to part. It was although now they got a taste, they didn’t want to stop.

As they moved as one further into YN’s room, Louis reached for the bottom of YN’s dressed and pulled it off her body, leaving her in just her underwear. YN followed Louis lead and began to pull at his t-shirt and within seconds they were both fully undressed.

Louis carefully brought YN back to him, pushing his lips against hers once more, before guiding them both over to the single bed that sat in the corner of the room.

“You sure ‘bout this?” Louis asked, as he nibbled down her neck, soft groans leaving YN’s mouth.

“Yes.” YN moaned out as Louis lips left wet kisses down her neck.

Louis didn’t hesitate before he gently laid YN down on the small bed, hoovering over her and finding her lips with his. Silence surrounds them as Louis lines himself up and carefully pushes himself inside of her, earning a moan from the both of them.

The room is filled with grunts, moans and the sounds of the bed hitting the wall above them as he continues to his movement. What surprises Louis is when YN brings her hand up to his chest to stop him.

“You alright?” Louis was concerned that he may have pushed YN too far.

“I want to go on top.”

YN’s words shocked Louis, but he happily swapped positions and left out a loud moan when YN repositioned herself so he was back inside of her. YN left sloppy kisses, in between her own moans, down Louis neck and before they knew it they both came undone together.

They fell asleep tangled together under the sheets, completely unaware how that night was going to change their life forever.

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allwaswell16 · 7 months

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A fic rec of One Direction exes to lovers fics that are in Harry's point of view as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave the writers kudos and comments! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

—Harry/Louis—

🥀 The Lonely Planet Guide to Second Chances by @1diamondinthesun

(NR, 102k, vacation) the breakup travel fic featuring romantic sunsets, awkward bed sharing, and second chances against a backdrop of some of Europe's most iconic cities.

🥀 a thousand miles away (from the day that we started) by @perfectdagger

(M, 88k, time capsule) Five years after his break up with Louis and ten since they've left school, Harry finds himself hosting a reunion at his family bungalow, having to face his ex again and the feelings he had left behind.

🥀 Perfect Storm by @cherrystreet

(E, 80k, fake relationship) What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding?

🥀 Feels Like Coming Home by @phdmama

(E, 60k, recovery) The last thing Harry Styles expects when he's hanging out at the Someday Cafe in Somerville one rainy October day is for his ex, Louis Tomlinson to walk through the door, but that's exactly what happens.

🥀 Far Away. by dimpled_halo / @comebackassholes

(M, 57k, musician Harry) Harry returns to London after five years. Stuck in the past with "what ifs" and "what might have beens", he sees that his friends and ex (and possible love of his life) Louis have all moved on with their lives while he finds himself questioning his own life choices, past and present.

🥀 The End Should Be A Good One by bananasandboots / @anylessreal

(M, 43k, art teacher Harry) the one where Harry loses the love of his life on New Years Eve and finds him again, six months later, ready to open some poorly-stitched wounds.

🥀 I Do by @brightgolden

(E, 43k, famous/famous) After moving to Los Angeles when he was just eighteen years old with the hope to be a household name in Hollywood, Harry Styles finally earns himself an Oscar several years down the road. But his new found fame is rattled when he bumps into a certain Louis Tomlinson backstage after four long years.

🥀 Our Sweetest Memorial by @softfonds

(E, 35k, Persuasion au) Ever since Harry was forced to break off an engagement five years ago, he resolved to never marry for the remainder of his life. Now his family must move out of his beloved Kellynch Hall to recover some of their debts that their father had accumulated.

🥀 like a timebomb ticking by @infinitelymint

(M, 31k, canon) Louis loses everything. Harry's still there.

🥀 Bitter Ends Turn Sweet by @allwaswell16

(E, 30k, kid fic) It had been four years since Harry first heard the song his ex wrote about him and far longer since they broke up.

🥀 Cowboy Like Me by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings

(M, 29k, thieves) Going legit and starting over in a small town was supposed to solve all of Harry’s problems. That was until a string of robberies in wealthy towns brings him face-to-face with his rouge ex-partner and their dicey, unresolved past.

🥀 Sakura Sunset by MsHydeStylinson / @mizzhydes

(E, 16k, Kew Gardens) Only after Louis has left does Harry realise he made the biggest mistake of his life breaking up with Louis, and he has to live with the consequences of his actions.

🥀 give me things to stay awake by embodied

(E, 10k, alcohol) On Saturday nights Harry goes out and gets so pissed he can’t stand, and when the bartender cuts him off he rings Louis and is in his car within an hour. It’s not a cycle he’s proud of, but it’s also something he can’t resist, and he keeps doing it as long as Louis keeps showing up.

🥀 don't you call him baby by @femstyles

(T, 8k, jealousy) the one where Harry is absolutely doing fine and is definitely not still hung up on Louis. Except he is.

🥀 Truth or Drink by @kingsofeverything

(M, 6k, youtube) Harry and Louis broke up years ago, and they're seeing each other again for the first time to play Truth or Drink. On camera.

🥀 So Paris When We Kiss by cherrylarry / @beelou

(G, 4k, soulmate au) There’s a travel website open that he certainly did not open himself. Niall has been trying to get him to Paris ever since he got his mark.

🥀 last christmas (i gave you my heart) by localopa / @waterloux

(G, 4k, chef Harry) louis and harry are broken up. cue scheming friends to make one christmas wish come true

🥀 Heart that I Let Down by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

(G, 4k, famous/not famous) Where do broken hearts go? Louis took Harry’s with him when he went to LA, now Harry’s on a mission to find him.

🥀 Not yet a breach, but an expansion by theweightofmywords / @lil0

(NR, 2k, soulmates) “I don’t understand why we keep running into each other,” he says as his hands grip his hair in frustration.

🥀 'Tis the Damn Season by zanni_scaramouche / @zanniscaramouche

(M, 2k, fwb) He won’t think about the cabin in the woods again until next December.

—Rare Pairs—

🥀 holiday by narryblossom

(M, 2k, Niall/Harry) Harry almost felt bad letting his mum think he had gotten sick while in the sea, but he knew he would have felt worse if he had gone out and accidentally ran into his ex and all of his friends.

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mpreginthestars · 21 days

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Louis took a deep breath as he stood on the legendary Saturday Night Live stage, underneath all of the the bright spotlights and sound equipment. Finally, he was here, in the moment he had been anticipating for years — hosting the iconic television program, and getting to show off his comedic chops. As the audience erupted into a roaring applause, Louis began his opening monologue, feeling the rush of adrenaline wash over him as he delivered joke after joke with perfect comedic timing.

“Thank you, thank you! It's so great to be here tonight! It is an absolute honor, really.” Louis grinned, trying to keep his voice steady, despite the butterflies in his stomach. "You know, it's been a whirlwind week for me. Being here, in New York, is always fun. I always have such great experiences here! For example, last night, I saw the absolute biggest rat that I’ve ever seen before. Yeah… it was just sitting on the sidewalk, eating a bunch of trash. Made me kind of homesick, you know. It reminded me of having dinner with Simon Cowell.”

The audience rang into a symphony laughter and applause, the lighthearted energy in the room palpable. Louis continued, his confidence growing as he fed off the vibe of the crowd. "Now, on a serious note. As some of you may know, I’ve been in the news a lot lately… and there’s a ridiculous amount of speculation surrounding my personal life, and my marriage. Now that the ice is broken, I do have a rather exciting announcement to make tonight." He paused for dramatic effect, a mischievous glint in his eye, before continuing. "Actually… erm… can we bring out my wonderful husband, Harry?"

The audience gasped in surprise as Harry Styles walked onto the stage, his arms wrapped tightly around his midsection, obscuring it. Louis beamed, wrapping an arm around Harry's waist to further shield his abdomen.

“Now, the two of us have seen all of your comments, and heard your concerns about our strange behavior over these last few months… and, we think it’s time that we finally address them. No, we’re not working on a secret tour, or getting the band back together. Unfortunately, that’s not what’s been occupying us. To make this quick… Harry and I are expecting our very first child together. We’re pregnant!”

Again, the audience erupted into cheers and applause. Louis and Harry shared a loving look as they revealed his baby bump.

Showcasing just how far along they were, Louis playfully lifted Harry's shirt, revealing the true size of his massively swollen belly. He couldn't contain his happiness as he gently rubbed the beautiful bump in front of everyone, feeling their baby kick back at him in response.

The moment was nothing short of magical, as Louis and Harry stood on that legendary stage, basking in the love and support of the audience, and celebrating this new chapter in their lives. It was truly a time to remember for Louis, Harry, and everyone watching.

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THE FIVE TIMES YOU KNEW: 2016

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A 4th of July celebration at NOBU was the last place Brooklyn would have liked to spend her Saturday afternoon. A holiday weekend was supposed to be spent sleeping in, eating every snack you can get your hands on and spending the rest of your day lounging between your indoor and outdoor couch. One thing Brooklyn learned living in Los Angeles is, you never turn down an invite to a party. So, when the Bootsy Bellows 4th of July All White Party at Nobu Malibu flier made its way to her group chat, she knew she had no choice but to change her plans, find an outfit and pay the exorbitant Uber price to make it happen.

Harry Styles has spent the last six months on his last tour with One Direction. A last tour that a few months ago he thought would involve all five members but like a lot of Harry’s life in the last five years, he was always prepared to expect the unexpected. It wouldn’t be a shock if Harry admitted that everything has just felt different since March 25, 2015. The feeling of his every move being watched is not a new phenomenon; it's something he has had to deal with since he was 16. Now the one sided conversations between him and paparazzi have shifted from romantic relationships to his thoughts on the band. The band that he knew was contractually done on December 13, 2015. So, when he lost one friendship he picked up another, this time convincing his longtime friend Xander Ritz to come on tour with him. It only took one drunken night in West Hollywood and a breakfast at his favorite diner the next morning to get his friend on board.

Recently, Harry found himself spending a lot of his 21st year of life in Los Angeles. It kind of just worked out that way, Xander was from the East coast and wanted to spend a summer in LA while traveling around North America and Harry had the perfect bachelor pad for the both of them. The 4th of July was the perfect excuse for them to attend as many private parties they could because if Harry has learned one thing about Los Angeles it’s that if you don’t want to be asked about a private matter, attend a party that will have far more interesting people than the guy whose band is in shambles and according to The Daily Mail can’t spend a weekend without a new companion. Tonight, his party of choice was the All White 4th of July party at NOBU.

Harry puts on his favorite pair of white skinny jeans and a white button down, his chocolate brown hair that’s grown past his collarbones and right to the middle of his swallows tattoos is in a mess and he can’t be bothered to deal with it. So, he does what he’s been doing for the last six months, puts in a shit ton of dry shampoo, runs his hands through his hair until he gets the look that he wants, puts on a pair of sunglasses on the way out and meets Xander in the back of the Escalade they always started their nights in.

“Have you ever been to this party?” Xander asks Harry, sitting next to him in an almost identical outfit, trading the white jeans for a pair of black ones and a cream cardigan over a white tee.

“Never really did much on the 4th, think this is the first one I haven’t had a show to put on or a manager warning me about the dangers of a firework show.”

“Biggest boyband in the world and they won’t even let you out during one of the biggest party weekends in this country?” Xander asks, flabbergasted at the realities of Harry’s life in the band.

“Think you answered your own questions there,” Harry responds as he looks back down at his phone, scrolling his Instagram feed to see who he knows will be attending this party so he can come prepared. Their routine has been like this since Harry split up with his ex and Xander came into his life. This was the last summer of One Direction and Harry had no idea what his future held for him but what he did know is that he was guaranteed to leave with someone on his arm at the end of the night.

Brooklyn spent thirty minutes rallying her friends out of the house - it was an impossible situation, getting six girls ready all at the same time but when she got the notification that the Uber was outside she was heading towards the front door, “You all have five minutes to get outside and into this car or I’ll be heading to this party alone.” She yelled as she grabbed her purse and keys from the entry table and headed outside.

Brooklyn’s friends were an ambitious bunch, they were always ready to take on any and every invite that came their way. She had been living in Los Angeles for almost a year now and it definitely was a town that was filled with a certain type of mid 20’s crowd but she was a smart girl and could easily read through the bullshit. So when she made friends with the three girls living next door to her who were born and raised in the city Brooklyn knew she found her people.

“Remember girls, we’ll never be this young again.” Callie exclaimed after everyone piled into the Uber.

“Oh shut up, it’s a 4th of July party, why do you always get so weirdly motivational?” Brooklyn shouted from the back seat. Callie was the closest friend to Brooklyn in the group, she was the first girl of the three that she met and instantly clicked with.

As the car drove up the Pacific Coast Highway taking the day moon that was slowly appearing brighter and the blue skies that were tinting towards pinks and oranges, Brooklyn felt something telling her that she made the right decision going out tonight. After a 45 minute drive from West Hollywood, the group was quickly let out of the car and made it to the open bar which was probably the only perk of these LA parties, but Brooklyn knew with an open bar and this many people, it was going to be pretty difficult to try and get the bartender's attention.

Harry has been trying to make his way to the bar for the last fifteen minutes. He’s been sucked into meaningless conversation with Xander and a man who's already had too much to drink about some East coast sports team and all Harry can think about it is how badly he wants to fill his drink. He usually has a rule about not drinking the weeks leading up to a tour but it was a holiday and rules didn’t apply on holiday. So, he made a beeline for the bar to refill his drink of choice.

Harry weaved through the sea of white, off-whites and creams trying not to think twice about every person who did a double take as they saw him. It’s the most annoying habit that Harry has picked up, being able to read a person's reaction to him and immediately know how the interaction is going to go. Luckily, this event wasn’t a place where people actually came up to you because they have their own egos to inflate. Harry finally made it to the bar, surrounded by other people shouting their drink orders at the already overworked staff. He shook his head at the sights surrounding him, scanning the bar stools to find an empty one, his legs and body moving toward the right side of the bar before he could take in her pull.

Brooklyn finally got the bartender's attention, after spending the last fifteen minutes trying to call them over, she looked away and back for a second and he was making a beeline towards her, ‘I still got it’ Brooklyn thought to yourself and just as she began to speak she was cut off by the person next to her.

“Casamigos, straight up,” the slow British drawl from the man that appeared out of thin air and spoke before Brooklyn could, she looked up at him and as her rolled eyes met his furrowed brows with a questionable ‘what?’ looking at his face unaware that she was annoyed at him cutting her off, the man spoke again “Actually man, can you make that two?”

She was annoyed at this stranger with his long brown hair, his shirt that was hanging together by one button paired with the smuggest look on his face as he took a seat at the empty stool next to her. The bartender was back with two drinks in hand, placing one in front of Brooklyn, “Just put it on my tab, it’s under Xander.” The man moved his body and was now facing Brooklyn. She took more of him in, the way the bottom of his chocolate brown hair had a slight curl to it, his green eyes that made her heart skip a beat, no matter how hard she tried to stop it.

“Do you do this often?” Brooklyn asked, as she picked up the glass in front of her.

“Do what often?” He moved his glass up to hers waiting for a cheer.

“Find the one girl alone at the party, buy her a drink at the bar, spend the rest of the night attempting to get her to go home with you?” She answered, taking her drink in, ignoring his invitation for a cheer.

“Attempting?” He lifted one of his brows, questioning her quick assumption of his character.

“Xander was it?” Brooklyn asked, remembering the name he gave the bartender not that long ago. He began to laugh, throwing his head back “What’s so funny? Is that not your name?” A sudden flush of embarrassment taking over.

“It’s Harry,” he replied, taking his glass of Casamigos to his mouth and downing it all in one go before flashing you another one of his smug smiles.

This came easy for him and the son of a bitch knew it.

She paused, searching for a witty reply, something to have the upper hand and find your way out of this situation and back with your friends.

“Well Harry, next time, this,” she moved her hands in the air around him, “would have probably worked if you asked me what I wanted to drink.”

“Noted, for next time.”

“I’m afraid this was your only shot and you blew it.” Brooklyn sat up from her spot at the bar, taking one last chug of her drink before walking into the crowd looking for her friends. Trying her hardest not to look back at him to see if he was watching her.

Harry was up for a challenge.

The chase, it was his favorite part of the game. He would be lying if he said being himself didn’t make things easier in the romantic sense but when he met a girl, or a guy, who didn’t think twice about who he was and treated him like anyone else? Now, that was something he wanted. Needed even.

So when the girl at the bar who clearly had no clue who he was, and boy could he tell when someone did and was playing it too cool. He knew he had to find her again.

Harry sat up from his seat and began scanning the room, trying to conceal his desire to find her again while coming up with a game plan on what he would do.

“I’m an idiot.”

As soon as Brooklyn found her friends, they were on to her like bees to honey asking about the man that they were watching her speak to at the bar.

“Babe, that was Harry Styles like from One Direction Harry Styles?” “Did you get his number?” “What did he say to you?” “What did he smell like?” They were all speaking at once and it was hard for her to catch up.

“Wait, he’s what?” Brooklyn said confused and trying not to let the embarrassment of not knowing him get to her.

“Did he hit on you? Did he ask for your number? Please tell us you said yes,” Callie spoke excitedly, she rushed over to you leaving the man that she was talking to standing by.

“No he didn’t hit on me,” Brookyln ran through what happened in her head a few times as her friends huddled around her - if they weren’t getting any attention at the party before, they definitely were now, “anyways, we can discuss this later?” She said firmly, trying to divert the conversation in any way she could. And after some convincing Brooklyn’s friends went back to mingling amongst the people at the party, it was weird this underlying feeling that Brooklyn felt since the moment at the bar but she couldn’t put her finger on it and tried hard to push it away.

Harry walked toward the back patio of Nobu, avoiding the same looks he got on the way in,

trying to locate Xander in the sea of white. He walked around the party, making small talk with those who came up to him. It wasn’t until he was talking to some music industry guy who was trying his best to get Harry to come in for a meeting, and he knew he couldn’t do that but was generous enough to give the guy his number. That’s when he spotted Xander mingling amongst a group of girls - a smirk immediately on his face.

“Xander!” Harry yelled to get his attention, Xander and the girl that he was standing next to both looking up to figure out where the noise was coming from and immediately when the girl next to him’s mouth went slightly ajar upon realizing that it was Harry who yelled out for the guy she was schmoozing with at the party, Harry knew she knew who he was. This wasn’t something that he really cared about but it was something that he appreciated - people making it known that they are aware of him rather than doing the opposite as a way in.

Xander waved Harry over, Harry noticed a third person with their back facing him, they weren’t in his eye line when he first stopped Xander. Harry maneuvered through the crowd as fast as he could avoiding those who tried to speak to him.

“Was the bar line really that bad?” Xander asked just as Harry was in earshot of him.

“No man, just got caught up in conversation with someone.” Harry replied, he had his hand out ready to introduce himself to the woman that Xander was standing next to and just as she turned his body he couldn’t help but start slowly laughing to himself.

“Am I missing something?” The girl standing next to Xander said to Brooklyn. Harry took a mental note of how close she was standing next to his good friend, silently thanking God for making finding the girl from the bar easier for him.

“No,” both Harry and Brooklyn spoke at the same time. Harry took the lead in continuing, “We just met at the bar, s’just funny how small this party is.”

“Harry this is Callie,” Brooklyn introduced him to her friend.

“Brooklyn and Callie? What are the odds of those two names becoming friends?” Harry joked after shaking Callie’s hand and re-introducing Xander to Brooklyn.

“I guess we never really thought about that,” Brooklyn replied. She wasn’t giving him anything to work with.

At first, Harry thought Brooklyn just had a good poker face. Xander continued chatting up Callie which left Harry and Brooklyn together on a random corner of Nobu. She was friendly, laughing at his jokes and telling him the minimum about herself. He knew that she didn’t want to allow herself the distraction of him but the way she scrunched up her nose when she laughed and her bangs perfectly framed her face and how she’d subconsciously grab the underside of his arm to lean in closer to tell him something or be able to hear him clearly. She was slowly cozying up to him. That hard exterior cracking with a warm feeling coursing through Harry that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

As the night came to an end and fireworks filled the Malibu skies, Harry and Brooklyn spotted their friends walking towards them in the crowd. It was now or never for Harry, he shifted in his seat biting the inside of his mouth, a nervous habit he’d had since he was a child.

“I think you should come to my show next week,” Harry blurted out. Brooklyn was looking up at the night sky to take in what he said, she looked over at him with a confused look on her face. So, he repeated himself a little louder, “Come to my show next week. We’re playing Levi’s stadium in Santa Clara, I can arrange everything — car, tickets wherever you want? Backstage even. I’d like you there.” She looked at Harry with her wide hazel eyes, brows furrowed following along to what he was saying. He blew it, he thought to himself as the silence between the two of them grew, it felt like minutes since he asked the question and was waiting for her response.

“You’re doing that thing again,” Brooklyn says, watching Harry intently.

“What thing?”

“The thing where you think who you are is going to impress me.” She took a pause between her sentences, Harry’s ego was only slightly bruised, waiting to see if what she had to say next was going to be the final dagger to the heart but just as she was about to respond, Xander and Callie had made their way back over to us.

“Brooklyn, Xander invited me to Harry’s show next week in Santa Clara! You have to come with me!” Callie said enthusiastically. Harry looked over to Brooklyn with a cheeky smile plastered on his face, whether she liked it or not, he was going to see her next week.

And Harry couldn’t wait.

“Fuck my life,” Brooklyn muttered under her breath as she went to change into outfit number four. She wasn’t sure why trying to find an outfit for a One Direction concert was turning into the hardest decision she had to make in the last few years but it sure was looking to be that way.

She was going to support her friend Callie in her pursuit with a new man. They had been talking since the Nobu party and Brooklyn was excited to see her friend find a nice guy. What she wasn’t so keen on was that it meant Harry would be there - not just existing but performing on stage and behind arranging everything for them tonight. And Brooklyn wasn’t going to fall for the schtick, she could see the play before he even said a word to her.

So, when the driver called Callie to let her know he was five minutes away, Brooklyn settled on a pair of black jeans and her Eagles vintage tee paired with an oversized jean jacket. The two girls made their way downstairs to meet the driver and sit in the hour and a half traffic to Levi’s Stadium.

Brooklyn had been to her fair share of concerts but nothing quite like this. The audience was majority young girls and women of all ages. Most men were over the age of 40 and accompanied by their young daughters. The energy was palpable from the moment they got on the stadium grounds.

Callie quickly texted Xander letting him know they had arrived and were heading to the box office to pick up their tickets. They found their way to their seats — row 1 of the second stage.

Harry immediately spotted her when he walked on stage with the other boys. Xander, Callie and Brooklyn right in the middle of the row in the direct eye line of him.

This was perfect.

Brooklyn was in awe watching Harry command the stage. His interactions with people in the crowd, the off the cuff banter with the boys and the crowd. He was truly in his element and she couldn’t get enough. Her eyes never wavering from his. He was wearing the same black skinny jeans that never seem to leave his body with a gray t-shirt. His long brown hair blowing in the wind as the pink and orange sunset filled the sky.

All the boys began to make their way towards the second stage near where the three of them were sitting. And like a scene from a movie, Harry looked Brooklyn dead in the eye as he began walking towards her introducing the next song.

“Santa Clara, how are we doing tonight?” Harry spoke through the microphone and was immediately met with screams from the audience, “this next song is going to be a special one because…” he took a long pause “I have friend Brooklyn in the audience who this is their first show like this they’re attending and I need the crowd to show them what you’ve got, alright?” He never wavered eye contact and Brooklyn could’ve sworn he winked at her as well.

Callie grabbed Brooklyn’s arm and shook her, “Girl! He’s talking about you!” She exclaimed. The crowd of girls around you in awe that Harry knew who you were and called you out by name and proceeded to sing like none of that just happened. The crowd screamed at the top of their lungs as Harry continued to put on a show. Whatever Harry was trying to do with all of this was working, Brooklyn felt the butterflies in her stomach creep up no matter how much she tried to push them away.

They made their way backstage, following Xander through the maze of the stadium, he handed us both AAA passes and led us to the joint green room. It was filled with people, a crafts table filled with food for them to munch on which Brooklyn was grateful for. There was table tennis, some of the band members were playing on the gaming console, there was also a toddler running around who Brooklyn later found out was the daughter of their hairstylist -- what a cool way to grow up she thought. Everyone congratulated the boys on an amazing show. Harry introduced the girls to everyone in the room -- Brooklyn trying to ignore all the eyebrow raises when he said her name suddenly putting two and two together that she was the girl that he was teasing on stage.

Finally, when they got a moment of quiet between the two of them Brooklyn began to speak to Harry. “You know, when I said who you are doesn’t impress me? I don’t mean it in a rude way - it’s just.” She took a pause, “I’m sure people throw themselves at you and big you up because of who you are but you don’t need to do all that. You’re actually a really cool guy minus all of this.”

A slow dimpled grin appeared on Harry’s face, that feeling he got at Nobu and seeing her actually in her seat at the show, and her face when he dedicated the song to her, it was all coming back.

“But don’t get me wrong, I’m here for all the perks as well.” Brooklyn laughed.

This was more than just getting what you can’t have, Harry thought to himself as he watched her laugh the same laugh that’s been playing in his head since the 4th of July.

Brooklyn and Harry kept in touch after that concert, they exchanged numbers and became fast friends. Most of their relationship was through texts and sporadic facetime calls. It was nice to have a friend that was completely removed from one another's lives so they were able to bitch and moan without the other having to take someone’s side but theirs. That was something Harry brought up early on, he was getting frustrated with making the new album, they were under a strict schedule and were actively mixing and mastering the album while on the road and wrapping up the tour.

“S’like I can’t get a second to myself.” Harry was ranting on the phone, he was somewhere in Europe and you were making your lunch at home. “I”m going from the stage to these makeshift studios to make sure everything is sorted and then a photoshoot and it just never ends.”

“I’m sorry, I get how that can be very frustrating. Do you feel like you’re pulling the most weight because of the absence of him in the band?” She didn’t want to say the name but she knew Harry would understand where she’s coming from.

“You know I’ve never had someone ask me that before?”

Immediately Brooklyn was filled with guilt of crossing a line. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean--”

“No no no, it’s a good thing. You’re making me think about things I haven’t before.” Harry responded.

The next few months went that way -- texts and facetimes until Harry was back in LA for promotion of the new album and the last handful of shows that the band would ever perform. Their friendship was blooming and they both wondered how the other felt about them but neither wanted to cross the night. When Harry would come back to his house in LA with groceries in the fridge and a note from Brooklyn letting him know she stopped by (he gave her the code to the gate when a package arrived and he needed someone to grab it and she offered).

He knew that was something that someone who has feelings for you did but he also enjoyed the friendship and didn’t want to ruin a good thing. But when Brooklyn would complain about the guys she was seeing Harry couldn’t help the jealousy that would course through him. He wished he could let her know that none of them were worth their time. Instead he tried his best to ignore all his feelings and be as objective as possible even if it was one of the hardest things he’s had to do.

“Did you see?” Callie had invited herself into Brooklyn’s apartment, it was the day after New Years weekend and Brooklyn was having her usual slow morning after a holiday weekend. She was just waking up, pouring herself a cup of coffee when she heard her friend walk through the door.

“See what?” Brooklyn asked, assuming it was a not so flattering image of her weekend. But nothing could prepare her for what she was about to see. Image after image of Harry on a yacht in the middle of the Caribbean island with a familiar face on his side. Brooklyn felt her heart drop in her stomach. She knew that he had this trip booked for months -- a vacation for him, his mom and step-dad with his soon to be manager and his family where Harry would then sign the contract for his new record deal. It was something he had been talking about for months after swearing Brooklyn to secrecy; there was just one major thing he forgot to leave out.

“Wow” was all she could get out as she scrolled and scrolled looking through every single one. He seemed happy, relaxed, care-free. He wasn’t worried about what the cameras were going to catch. It was far from the Harry that she knew,

“I’m sorry, I just saw it on Instagram and wanted to be the first person to tell you.”

“It’s no big deal, it’s not like we were dating or anything,” Brooklyn said trying to convince herself just as much as she was trying to convince Callie that she was okay, “he can do whatever he wants.”

She spent the rest of the night scrolling through the same ten images over and over again until she fell asleep.

Harry called her when he got back to LA. He wasn’t surprised that he was met with a no answer. He knew he should’ve let her know everyone that was going to be on the yacht. He opted to omit the complete truth which left Brooklyn more hurt in the end. If the roles were reversed he wouldn't have liked the person he would’ve become and he hates that she had to find out about everything through the tabloids rather than through Harry. He was fucked. He reached out to Callie and she let him know that Brooklyn just wanted to be alone and would reach out to him on her own time. So he sent one final text before heading to his favorite place to decompress - the studio.

I’m sorry. I’m a dickhead and I take full responsibility for everything over the last few weeks. Your friendship means more to me than any girl and I really want to speak to you but if you never want to hear from me again… I’ll understand. H xx

When Harry pulled into the studio and grabbed his phone out of the cup holder he was surprised to see her name with a new message.

You’re right you are a dickhead. Give me some time. I’ll get over it. B x.

Harry got the call that he was going to be in Christopher Nolan’s Dunkirk while out to lunch. He was back in LA after a vacation to the Caribbean islands and dipping his toe in the water of writing and recording for his first album. He was sitting at his favorite booth in his self-proclaimed ‘best diner in LA’ and was scrolling through his text messages in his phone, his thumb stopping at one particular contact racking his brain on how he’d explain his way out of the last few weeks when a new text from Jeff and a call from an unknown number came through.

Harry knew it could only mean one thing. He spent weeks perfecting his audition, opting out of taking on an acting coach and deciding to call his grandfather who had served during that time and trying to make of his feelings and thoughts and how a young man who had been tasked to war by duty of his county and how the scenes would potentially play out. It all felt a bit silly at first - the prospect of a post boy band endeavor being acting - maybe even the kiss of death to his career but it was something he couldn’t not try.

Harry took one sip on his ice cold water, cleared his throat twice and said one more ‘please God’ under his breath before picking up the phone.

“Hello Harry, this is Christopher Nolan.”

Harry knew at that moment he got the job. The phone call was a blur, a constant stream of ‘thank you’s’ slipping out of this mouth. He couldn’t believe it. He got the job. He was buzzing with excitement. As he hung up he saw the text from Jeff that came in moments before the phone call. He quickly responded - letting his best friend and now new manager know that he got the part and will see him later. Harry sent a text to his mom next, a simple ‘I got the part Mum xx” it was pretty late back home so he wanted to be able to let her know without having to call and wake her.

Harry still had his phone in his hands, subconsciously exiting the messages app and back into the contacts. His thumb lingered over the B’s until he found her - Brooklyn. She was the first person that Harry told about the role. He had just come out of a meeting with Jeff where he told him about the opportunity. Harry was nervous, his only acting credit was playing fake sick on an episode of iCarly and before that it was a school play at age 10. Harry left his manager's office and headed straight towards Brookylyn’s apartment. It had been a few days since he last saw her - they got into the rhythm of seeing each other while Harry had downtime from the band obligations. She encouraged him to audition and was the final push for Harry to finally tell Jeff yes.

If he let himself think about her too much - he wouldn’t be able to keep his emotions together. He didn’t know how he could feel so much for someone who he had only known platonically. One could blame it on his 21 year old male brain who had only had feelings for girls he was romantically involved with but there was something different about Brooklyn. She wasn’t impressed by who he was - he knew it wasn’t a facade from the moment he met her. The way all her friends' faces dropped in awe the second he found her mingling with Xander and hers never budged once. Harry liked that about Brooklyn, it was rare to find someone who didn’t change their mind once they realized who he was.

Harry was interrupted from his daze by the sounds of plates in front of him. The best part of having a favorite diner is the waitstaff always knowing your go-to order — chicken fingers and onion rings with ice water. Harry pushed his long brown hair out of his face, took a bite of some of the food when the dreary gray clouds that were unusually looming over the city of Los Angeles turned into rain. It had been a few months since he last saw Brooklyn and a few weeks since their last text exchange. Harry needed to bypass the waiting game and let her know.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

I just needed to get that out first before I share this news with you. I promise I’ll go back to not speaking to you until you want to but…

I got the role. I’m going to be in Dunkirk.

Within seconds of his message being sent he had an incoming Facetime call from Brooklyn.

hiii! she’s finally here. this is a story ive been thinking about and actively writing since 2021!! it means a lot to me and i am so excited to share this first part with you. please let me know what you think 🤍 and i hope you enjoy these characters and this world as much as i do.

#harry styles writing #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfiction #tftyk #here we gooooo!

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