enthusiasticharry

[enthusiasticharry]

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[enthusiasticharry]

the one where YN has a one-night stand, who turns out to be her boss at the hospital where she now works.

author's note: surprise!! doctor!harry is here to surprise you! i know i've been radio silent for a while, and i apologise for that but work has been so busy recently that i've not had a minute to myself. but i've found it, and i've spent it writing this for all of you! thanks for all ya support!

word count: 10K of smut, fluff, angst and everything in between (and also harry being the cutest paediatric doctor anyone has ever seen)

let me know what you think of good omens here! mwah <3

#1

The first time it happened was completely accidental. Well, as accidental as sleeping with a co-worker could be. A co-worker who she didn’t know was a co-worker just yet.

It was YN’s first day as a paediatric surgeon in a new hospital, in a new town and she couldn’t save him. She couldn’t save him. He was twelve years old. It wasn’t the first time that YN had lost someone, and it certainly wasn’t going to be the last. But, for a day that was supposed to be filled with new beginnings — ones that were supposed to last — it just didn’t feel like a good omen in YN’s eyes.

That’s how she ended up at the bar, on her third or fourth drink of god-knows-what when she knew that she shouldn’t. YN knew, in the back of her mind that there was no way that she could have saved that boy, no matter what she did. It was too late, and she had done her best but today her best just didn’t seem good enough.

When the handsome stranger sat next to her she didn’t think anything of it at first. He ordered his drink and just sat there. He didn’t look at YN, and YN didn’t look at him. They just sat there. From the sparing glance that YN took of the man he was attractive but that wasn’t on her mind right now — how could it be?

That was until her drink was placed on the bar in front of her, when she had just finished hers and she hadn’t asked for a new one. YN cast her eyes on the bartender, who just motioned in the handsome man’s direction. YN turned to him, and this time instead of facing forward he was looking directly at her. YN’s eyes dropped down to the drink in front of her one last time, before looking at the mystery man again who was smiling, a very pretty smile at that.

“Looked like you needed it,” He shrugged, lifting his own drink to his lips, and taking a sip.

YN scoffed a laugh, “I don’t take drinks from strangers.”

“Smart girl,” The man nodded before turning back to the bartender, “But Benny can vouch for me, can’t you Benny? Went straight from Benny’s hand to in front of you.”

YN sighed again, dropping her eyes down to the glass in front of her before lifting back up to the stranger.

“First name basis with the bartender,” YN lifts an eyebrow at him, “Come here a lot?”

The man shrugs, “Only when I need to.”

YN sighs, contemplating what she was or was not going to do before she just did it. She picked up the glass and took a sip, placing it down with a slight thunk on the counter. The smile on the man’s face was all she needed.

“I’m YN,” She holds out her hand for the man to shake.

He looks at her, then at her hand and drops his into it, “I’m Harry.”

An hour later YN had hardly made it through her front door before his lips were on hers. The door shut with a bang, one that YN would have probably cared about if she wasn’t being hoisted up against it. Harry’s hands slipped down from her waist to her ass until he was gripping her thighs and lifting her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, but the entire time their lips never left each other.

“Bedroom,” Harry mumbled against her lips, before starting an assault down her neck.

“Down the hall,” YN gasped, trying to hold in her moans as his teeth nipped along her neck.

They bumped into a few things along the way, a chest of drawers that was conveniently placed right outside the entrance of her bedroom and then the doorway that neither of them could have moved. When they did make it into the room, it wasn’t long before Harry’s lips were back on hers.

“You sure about this?” Harry murmurs against her lips and YN pulls away.

“I am,” YN runs her hands down through Harry’s hair until it is at the collar of his blazer, “Are you?”

“Hell yes,” Harry reattaches his lips to hers just as her hands slip from the curls at the nape of his neck before they run themselves along the collar of his blazer and help him shrug it off. YN brings her hands around the front to the collar of his shirt now, unbuttoning it from the top down to the bottom until she can pull that off his body also.

Her eyes widen in surprise at the ink across his chest and arms. From what she could see (which wasn’t a lot with his blazer and shirt on) she hadn’t suspected his body to be littered in the dark ink, and she couldn’t help but run her fingers along the ink, following the designs with her fingertips.

“Tattoos?”

Harry chuckles, tapping her chin with his finger so she moves her eyes up from his chest to his eyes. Her body nearly gave out in that exact second.

“What?” He chuckled, a playful smile toying his lips, “You like them?”

YN just sighed, “Ask me again when I can think straight?”

Harry laughed, leaning back down to kiss her again. His fingers toyed with the hem of her shirt, and they separated for the second it took YN to lift her arms up and for Harry to pull the shirt off of her body. YN moved to unbutton her trousers, a giggle escaping her lips as Harry helped her when they got stuck around her calf.

When YN had dressed for the day, she hadn’t factored this happening at all, and her mismatched bralette and panties (both a soft cotton instead of anything fancy for comfort reasons) weren’t the sexiest and she knew that. But, when her eyes met Harry’s again, and she saw his eyes flicker up and down her body, none of that mattered anymore.

Harry placed a few chaste kisses onto her lips once again before moving down her neck, down to the exposed skin of her breast above her bralette. A shiver ran down her spine when his hands moved around her back, his fingertips dancing across her skin before skilfully unclasping her bra and allowing it to fall from her body, exposing her breasts to him. The material was discarded on the floor, and YN swore she saw his eyes widen at the sight of her chest exposed to him.

He dropped back down to the top of her breasts, kissing and every once in a while nipping slightly. Once he wrapped his lips around her nipple, YN’s entire body lurched forward. Her thighs tried to tighten, just to relieve some of the pressure that was building within her. Instead, YN found herself pulling Harry closer to her by her thighs, the thing cotton of her panties not creating much of a barrier between her and Harry’s crotch. YN bites her lip in hopes of suppressing the moan that was attempting to slip from her lips.

YN can’t help but grind her hips forward towards his, shivering slightly when Harry’s teeth nip over her nipple.

“Harry,” YN almost mewls, her hips bucking up again, “Please.”

“Please what, darling?” Harry taunts, releasing her nipple with a slight ‘pop’.

YN just rolls her hips towards his once more, and Harry seems to get the hint. From there he moves downwards, littering kisses down her ribs and towards the top of her panties.

“Can I?” Harry asks, his fingers moving to the hem of her panties, slipping them just underneath upon her skin. YN shivered, her hips involuntarily bucking up towards Harry’s touch.

“Yes,” YN gasped, the cool air of the room hit the heat between her legs as Harry tucked his thumbs into the sides of her panties, “Please… Harry.”

YN sighed into the feeling of Harry’s lips pressing into her thigh as he pulled her panties completely off. Even though this man was a complete stranger to her – the way that he was looking at her. The way that his eyes danced down her body, the way they looked into hers as he placed kisses on the inside of her thighs, itching closer and closer to the heat inside of her legs – her judgement was clouded as to whether they were actual strangers.

“Am I getting warmer?” Harry jokes, his fingers coming to rest on YN’s stomach, trying to stop the way that she was lifting her hips upwards.

“You’re such a tease,” YN sighed, her body withering once more as he pressed a kiss right on her pubic bone.

Harry just grinned up at her, a playful smirk toying on his lips once more, “Have I found it?”

“You’re there. Bingo. Please.”

One last pleasing look to Harry, and it was as though he dived in. He didn’t even hesitate, his mouth dropped down and his lips attached to YN’s clit. Her entire body lurched forward, and without even thinking her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip to conceal the sounds that were threatening to escape. His lips applied just enough pressure, changing every so often to bring her closer and closer. When his hands reached forward and rolled her nipples between his fingers, she was gone.

“Wanna hear you,” He mumbles against her, the vibrations of his words transferring to her skin, “Need to hear I’m making you feel good.”

“You’re making me feel so good,” YN reassured him, a gasp leaving her lips as he started to flick his tongue against her. YN’s hands dropped down and slipped through his curls, allowing herself to grind against his face. The hand that was rolling her nipple moved to slip down between their bodies. He pulled away for a second, just to rub his pointer finger across her clit before dipping it inside her. YN mewled, her hands reaching out to grasp the duvet beneath her, “Don’t stop, so fucking good.”

The way his fingers and tongue worked simultaneously brought her closer and closer with every movement. YN had never in her entire life had a one-night stand where the first thing the man did was eat her out. It was not only unheard of, but it was divine. The mewls and groans that left her lips were only heightened by his quickening pace, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

“Harry,” Her thighs attempted to close, only for Harry’s hand (the one not currently inside of her) to push them back open. There was something about him not only bringing her closer and closer to orgasm with his tongue and fingers but also the way he was manhandling her that YN couldn’t handle, “I’m so close.”

He brought his lips away from her clit, only to immediately start rubbing it up and down with his thumb.

“You going to come for me?” He asked, a boyish smile crossing his lips, ones that were glistening with her juices, “Come on. Come for me, baby.”

That one pet name was all that she needed. Her hips were rising from the bed, and her legs started to shake from over his shoulder. She could feel the orgasm from the tip of her toes right up to her head. Small gasps left her body, but Harry worked her through it.

Once the initial wave had stopped, YN dropped her body back on the bed and tried to gain control of her breathing. Harry didn’t wait a single second before he was climbing up her body, so he was hovering over her again, leaning down to capture her lips with hers. She could feel his cock pressing into her leg, and by the slight movement in his hips she knew that he was waiting for his time, and she was more than happy to oblige him.

Her hands snaked down his body, from his shoulders down to his stomach before they toyed with the button on his trousers.

Harry pulled away, only for a second to drop his eyes to where her hands were on his trousers, “You want to do this?”

YN nodded, “Wanna feel you. Need to feel you.”

Harry chuckled, helping her to push his trousers down along with his underwear until his cock sprung out at her.

“Then who am I not to oblige?”

The next morning YN woke up with a slight pounding in her head. It wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be, but she guessed the fully drunk bottle of water that was on her bedside table had done the trick. Her alarm had been set for seven, and that sound was the only thing she could hear in her room.

Just as YN was about to peel the covers back off her body and start getting ready for the day — she felt it. It was light, but she could feel it. A leg, presumably belonging to the person that she had just realised was sleeping next to her, just skimming the side of her leg. They weren’t facing each other, but the second that YN turned her head and saw that face looking at her, all the meme flies of the previous night came flooding back to her — work, the drinks, the sex.

Without even thinking she reached her arm out to tap Harry, lifting him from his slumber in a less-than-calming way. His eyes opened for a second before a groan left his lips and he immediately closed them, dropping his head back down to the pillow.

“Harry,” YN mumbled, slipping out of the bed, and clutching a blanket to her body to preserve at least a smudge of the dignity she had left, “I need to go to work, and you need to leave.”

He sighed, turning his head on the pillow to face her again, “What time is it?”

“It’s seven,” She responded, “I need to shower and get ready and I’m going to be late to work.”

Before she could even finish her sentence he was jumping out of bed, leaning down to grab his discarded clothes, and starting to pull them on his body. YN just stood there watching him, still clutching the blanket to her body.

“You’re not the only one that’s going to be late for work,” He sighed, throwing his shirt back on his body and taking quick steps towards her. He stops, leans down, and presses a kiss to her cheek, “I’ll let myself out.”

“Okay,” She nods, not completely trusting herself with her words, but she has no idea why, “Bye.”

“Bye!” He called out and just like that he was out of her room and a few seconds later she heard the front door slam, and he was out of her apartment.

It wasn’t as though she expected anything else — this was a one-night stand after all. However, there was a part of her that wished she had the balls to ask for his number or something. There was a part of her that was disappointed that the man who had given her the best sex she’d ever had didn’t seem interested in wanting her number or rushing out the way he had.

YN’s shock was short-lived, especially when her alarm clock beeped from the side of her, and she had no choice but to get on with her day. Dropping the blanket she made her way into the bathroom, sighing when she saw the state of herself in the mirror.

Despite the lack of headache, her body looked as though it had been through the wringer. Her hair was a mess, knotted and tangled all over the top of her head — just from looking at the front she dreaded to think what the back looked like.

Once her eyes had left her head, they fell to her neck and drew a line down to her breasts. From around her collar gone down she was covered in marks, some of them small and some of them bigger. The ones around her breasts were the biggest, and just the sight of them sent YN’s mind back. She ran her fingertips along the tender skin, reminding herself of the kisses and the touches that they had shared. With a shake of her head, YN pushed all of the thoughts of Harry out, turned her shower on and waited for the water to heat up.

It was her second day. Her second day. Her thoughts weren’t supposed to be clouded by the man she had met in the bar whilst trying to get drunk, trying to forget what a disaster her first day had been. Instead, she wasn’t thinking about everything she needed to do today, or what could potentially come through the door of the hospital that she would need to focus her strength on, she was reliving the night she had just had as she ran her loofah across her skin, tracing the pattern that Harry had taken.

As she stood with the warm water running over her body, she scolded herself for not doing something. She could have said something, anything to ask him, or followed him before he left the flat. But she didn’t, and she would probably never see him again — and she would have to live with that.

Shampooing her scalp helped remove the stress that was starting to build up in her body. Whilst the irrational side of her brain was telling her all of things that she could have done, the more rational side of her brain was letting her know that it was just a one-night stand. That it was just a one-night stand that she was never going to see again, and that was fine. That was fine.

The more YN thought about it, and the more that she scrubbed her scalp (it was starting to potentially hurt at this point) she brushed (scratched) all of these thoughts out of her head. She had to focus on the most important thing here, and that was her second day of work.

Once she was scrubbed and sparkling and fresh from the night before, she dressed and made her way to work. There was something that made YN feel powerful about her line of work. Maybe it was the fact that she got to save lives every day, or maybe it was the fact that those lives were children, but she felt powerful. Yesterday was just a slip-up, and everything will be fixed today she knew it was.

Once she had pulled her white coat on, and attached her I.D. to it, she made her way over to the nurses’ desk where some of the other doctors on the wing were. Iris, one of the trainee specialists that YN had met yesterday and was going to be working under her was already there, flicking through some paperwork for some of their patients for the day.

“You look…” Iris looked YN up and down, “Different.”

“Different?” YN just laughed, “You saw me stressed yesterday. Today I’m not stressed. Today I’m fine. Today I’m ready for work. Today is a new day. Today is a new day, and it is going to be a good day!”

Iris stared at YN, watching as the woman tapped her nails against the top of the desk waiting for Iris to pass her the files for their patients today so she could get on with the day. She could feel today was going to be a good day. No room for distractions, just her and her work.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” Iris raised an eyebrow at YN, watching as the girl just smiled at her.

“I’m feeling fine. I’m feeling good,” YN smiled, finally stopping the tapping on the desk to hold her hand out to receive her first patient file, “Now, I have a bladder to operate on in an hour and I need to read my patient’s chart.”

Iris didn’t seem too convinced by her answer but carried on anyway, “I don’t have it. The peds consultant, Dr. Styles just went in for a consult.”

“Oh,” YN looked surprised, looking over her shoulder to look at her patient’s room but she couldn’t see anything through the door, “I haven’t met him yet. How long has it been since he went?”

“He wasn’t working yesterday,” Iris shrugs, “He’s lovely. Really. Everything you expect from someone who has spent years of his life saving kids.”

YN wasn’t surprised at that. There is a certain type of person who worked in paediatrics. These people had to be kind but stern. They had to be strong but compassionate. Being a doctor, or a surgeon anyway was tough but when children are involved, it complicates everything – makes everything more emotional. There had to be a type of detachment in the person – knowing that these patients were children, and there is a certain higher level of emotion attached to them but how you couldn’t let that emotion rule takes guts.

When YN first went to medical school paediatrics was the last thing on her mind, but by the time she had finished, it was the only thing that she could think about. Now – here she was.

“Well, I hope he’s not going to be long,” YN sighs, tapping her nails against the desk again, “Got pre-ops to do, and I don’t really fancy standing and waiting here for any longer.”

“Stop complaining,” Iris sighs, standing up and moving around the desk so that she’s next to YN, “And he’s here.”

YN sighed, pushing herself up and turning around. She was used to the introductions by now. Whilst peds doctors are lovely and have some sort of emotional intelligence they are still doctors, and that comes with some sort of arrogance. All she needed to do was introduce herself and then she could get into the operating room – where she wanted to. That’s all she thought she would do, but the second she turned around she knew that wasn’t going to be the case at all.

“Hi,” He stopped right in front of her, his hand reaching out as though it was going to shake hers, “I’m Dr. Styles.”

Turns out she didn’t need his number. Turns out she was going to be working with him.

#2

The second that it happened YN had just finished surgery. A kidney transplant on a nine-year-old boy. She was exhausted. She was stressed, and all she wanted to do was go home and go to bed – that was what she needed to do. Just as YN pulled her scrub cap off her head and followed that with a yawn she felt a hand wrapping around her waist. Just a second later she was being pulled into the closest room, which just happened to be a janitorial storage room.

YN sighed, facing the back wall, and taking in the musty scent along with the brooms and mops that were lining the back wall. She didn’t need to know who was with her, and that was the problem.

“You’re avoiding me,” He spoke, and YN still didn’t turn around. She didn’t want to turn around, “You’re avoiding me, and you can’t avoid me.”

YN sighed, “I’m not avoiding you. I see you every day.”

“In consults, YN!” YN ran her hand over her forehead, still looking at the wall, “In consults, where you don’t even look me in the eyes! I’ve tried and tried, and you won’t talk to me!”

“Because you’re my boss!” YN flung around, looking Harry directly in his eyes. The way she raised her voice caused Harry’s eyes to widen, and the way he immediately saw her eyes start to fill up caused them to soften straightaway, “You’re my boss, and I slept with you!”

“YN,” Harry sighs, taking a step towards her with his hand out. Before YN could flinch she pulled away, “You didn’t know that that I was your boss, that is not your fault.”

“You are still my boss, Harry,” She sighs, trying to stop her lips from turning into a frown, “You are still my boss, and I’ve slept with you. You’ve seen me naked! I’ve seen you naked! You’re my boss!”

“YN, you need to listen to me,” Harry was the one sighing now, running his finger across his eyebrow, “You did not know that I was your boss. I did not know you were a surgeon, never mind the surgeon on my staff! We both didn’t know and if we don’t talk this out – we’re not going to be able to work together and that’s dangerous. I know it, you know it. How can we treat our patients, those children out there if we can barely look at each other in the eye?”

YN sighed, knowing that it wasn’t the most sanitary, but she was tired. She dropped down to the floor, her back leaning against one of the shelves covered in cleaning supplies. Harry sighed and dropped down next to her, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Why didn’t you ask for my number?”

YN had interrupted the silence that had washed over them, and Harry didn’t say anything straight away. He turned to look at YN, but she was staring straight ahead – at the other shelves with boxes of cleaning supplies on.

“What?”

“Why didn’t you ask for my number?” She asked again, “Before you left. Why didn’t you ask for my number?”

“I wanted to,” Harry responds this time, but YN still doesn’t look at him, “I wanted to, but I was late. I forgot.”

YN laughed. She couldn’t help it, “You forgot? You slept with me, and then you forgot to ask for my number?”

Harry’s head turned to hers quickly, his eyes laced with shock, “You didn’t ask for mine. You could’ve asked for mine, you could’ve.”

“I could’ve if you didn’t race out of the room like there was a fire under your arse!”

Harry sighed again, looking straight ahead at the shelves. They were in silence again, and then his hand reached out to grasp hers. She tried to pull away, but he didn’t let her. Instead, she snaked his fingers through hers and pulled her hand so that it was resting on her knees.

“Oliver,” Harry sighed, running his thumb over the back of her hand, “The patient that you did the bladder operation on, you removed his tumours.”

“Yeah?” YN sighed, unsure as to where this was going.

“That was my friend's kid,” Harry sighed, not stopping as he ran his thumb over the back of her hand, “Oliver. Oli – that’s what we call him. He’s a bubbly kid, kind, good at sports. He was fine. Then one day he wasn’t. His parents took him to his GP, he said it was a bladder infection. They came to me, and I said the same. I said the same. They begged me to run more tests, begged me. I didn’t, he got worse, and they came back. I ordered the tests and –”

“He had cancer, and I removed his tumours,” YN sighs. Before she could help it, she pulled his hand on top of her knee and ran her thumb over the back of his hand.

“I went to the bar because I was trying to not think about it, and then I saw you,” Harry sighed, shrugging slightly, “And I, for that night could push everything out of my head. I could push the fact that I missed it out of my head. Then I woke up, and I forgot to ask for your number because I was late to make sure that he was alright before his surgery, and I wanted to be there for his parents. Then I saw him, and then I saw you and then I remembered – I should have asked for your number, but it didn’t matter.”

“Because I was here,” She sighed, and he pursed his lips together and nodded, “But then I ignored you because I slept with my boss, and I thought you didn’t care.”

“I did care,” He sighed, “I do care. It was just…”

“It was a bad day,” YN sighed, a small smile gracing her lips, “We all have bad days. I’m sorry for ignoring you.”

“It’s okay,” Harry smiled, “Can we not ignore each other anymore? I know it’s weird that you’ve seen your boss naked but –”

“We’re okay,” YN laughed, “As long that you don’t find it strange that you’ve seen your colleague naked too.”

He joined in with her laughter, the sound filling up the once-silent room. It had been a month of this silence, this lack of communication between them and even though YN was exhausted – she felt better. Once the laughter had died down, YN realised that she was still holding his hand, her thumb still rubbing on the back of her skin.

YN looked up at Harry, her breath catching in her throat when she realised that he was staring right at her. It was as though the room around them had shrunk, pushing them closer and closer together until their faces were only inches apart. They had just made up, and then all of a sudden his lips were on hers.

YN moved, their lips not separating so that she was straddling his lap. The room now wasn’t small, and it wasn’t just filled with cleaning supplies – it was filled with their deep breaths, their moans, the sound of their lips moving against one another. YN’s hands slipped into the curls at the nape of his neck, just as they had done that night a month ago. Harry’s hand slipped underneath her scrubs, grabbing against her waist, and pulling her closer to him.

That feeling was back, the one that she had felt before. The one where it felt good, as though (and she knew how crazy this sounded) that they fit together perfectly. The feeling of his hands on her, and his lips on hers was everything that she needed.

That was until there was a knock on the door.

“Excuse me!” The voice was deep, and not one that YN recognised, “I need to get into my storage cupboard unless you want the entire hospital to be dirty!”

YN and Harry pulled away, a string of laughs escaping their lips as they tried to pull their selves together. Harry pulled the door open once they looked a little more presentable, revealing Mark, the janitor, standing there with his hands on his hips.

“Sorry, Mark,” Harry nodded, clearing his throat slightly, “Bad day.”

Mark scoffed, watching as YN fluttered past them and started to move down the hall. She didn’t move fast enough to not hear him say, “Keep your bad days to the on-call room next time.”

“So,” It was later on in the day, and YN had managed to get some sleep in one of the on-call rooms before she was back to it. She hadn’t seen Harry since their little adventure in the janitor’s cupboard earlier today, not until right now, “I was thinking.”

“Oh,” YN sighed, continuing to flick through the charts that were in her hands, “That’s dangerous.”

Harry laughed, and that was when YN turned to look at him. He was in his scrubs, his hands in his white lab coat. All YN wanted to do was wish that they were back in that cupboard, mainly so she could kiss him again.

“My thinking isn’t dangerous. I think I come up with brilliant ideas,” Harry leant against the nurses’ station, his body leaning towards her.

“Okay,” YN closed her chart so that she could angle her body towards his as well, “What is this brilliant idea you’ve come up with?”

“I think we should go on a date,” YN’s eyes widened, but before she could say anything to him he carried on speaking, “I think we should go on a proper date. Dinner, or a movie – something. A proper date.”

“This was your brilliant idea?” YN raised her eyebrow, “To ask me on a date?”

“Yes,” He beamed another smile at her, “Properly. We’re going to do this properly.”

YN cleared her throat and took a step closer to Harry so that they were not at a professional space away from each other.

“So,” YN’s eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips, “This whole… doing it properly thing? Does that mean we can’t have sex?”

Just when YN thought he was going to kiss her, Harry stepped away. He walked away from her.

“Harry?” She exclaimed, her arms dropping open.

“We’re doing this properly!” He called back, not even turning to look at her, “I’ll pick you up at eight!”

YN sighed, shaking her head, and watching as he turned the corner out of her view. She turned back to her chart, but before she could open it her eyes caught Iris – who she had completely forgotten was sitting behind the desk when Harry walked past.

“I don’t even know what to say,” The girl spoke, eyes still open wide, “I feel like I’ve just watched some sort of soft porn. I feel like I’m at work, and I’ve just witnessed soft porn with my own two eyes.”

YN laughed, she couldn’t help it, “I think you’re in shock.”

“I think I’ve just watched soft porn between my two co-workers – my two bosses,” She adds, the shock on her face still not wavering, “Never mind that, one of my friends – my best friends, mind that – and her boss, who is also my boss.”

“Iris,” YN clapped in front of her face, snapping her friend out of whatever shock she was in, “You good?”

“I’m good,” Iris stood up, “I just think I’m going to wash my eyes out.”

A few hours later YN was waiting for Harry outside the hospital, dressed in an outfit that wasn’t exactly the best but wasn’t the worst. YN hadn’t expected to be going on a date this morning, but Harry had seen her in her scrubs, so a pair of jeans and a nice top wasn’t going to be the end of the world.

“You ready?” Harry’s hand hovered above her back as he joined her outside the hospital.

“I’m ready,” YN sighed, “I’m ready for our proper date. Can I find out where we’re going on our proper date?”

“Not yet,” He slipped his hand into hers, “I’ll tell you when we get there.”

YN groaned but allowed herself to be pulled to Harry’s car. Harry drove with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand on YN’s. It felt comfortable. YN hadn’t been on many first dates, but the ones that she had never felt like this. Saying that many of the people she had been on first dates with she hadn’t already slept with, or she hadn’t worked with them.

They pulled up outside what seemed to be a diner of some sort. YN hadn’t lived here long, so she hadn’t explored anyway but her house, the hospital, and the supermarket.

“What is this place?”

“You’ll find out,” Harry opened the car door for her, “Not a fan of surprises?”

“I’m a surgeon,” YN stated as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, “Surprises normally equal either more work for me or death. I’m not a fan of surprises.”

“I think you’ll like this one.”

Harry opened the door to the diner for YN, allowing her to step in first like a proper date. This was a proper date.

“Harry!” An older woman called from behind the counter, “It’s so good to see you!”

“Hi, Mrs Chapman,” Harry didn’t even flinch when the woman came and placed a kiss on her cheek, “How are you?”

“I’m fine, doll, how are you?” The older woman pulled away but kept her hands firmly on Harry’s arms, “Still the best doctor that ever lived? My Harrison is doing his exams later this year thanks to you.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Mrs. Chapman,” Harry finally managed to pull himself out of the older woman’s grasp, “Are we okay to sit?”

Mrs. Chapman looked over at YN, then she gasped and nodded, “Of course you are! Your booth’s free, Harry. Let me know if you need anything.”

Harry just smiled, leading YN towards a booth at the back of the diner with a hand on the nape of her back. Each time that YN found out a little bit more information about Harry, it shocked her and didn’t simultaneously.

“Do you leach off a lovely woman whose child you saved?” YN asked, raising her eyebrow as she slid into the booth across from Harry.

“I do not leach,” Harry shook his head, passing YN a menu, “I found this place way before Harrison came to see me. Mrs. Chapman is a lovely woman, who now gives me free food now and then because I saved her grandson.”

YN just sighed, shaking her head, and looking down at the menu again. It had everything that a typical diner would have, but I suppose the thing that made it different from the rest was the connection that Harry had with it.

“Do you come here often, then?” YN asked, deciding on whether she wanted a burger or not, “To be on a first-name basis with the owner?”

“Maybe,” Harry shrugs, not even looking at the menu as though he already knows what he is going to have. He then sighs, “It’s the only place around here that’s open twenty-four hours. I come here because the food’s nice, the people are nice and I’m normally too tired to cook after a shift.”

“God,” YN sighs, leaning back in the booth and crossing her arms over her chest, “If I’d have known this place existed I would’ve saved so much money on crappy microwave meals.”

“Oh,” Harry shakes his head, “No, we can’t be having that.”

“Okay then,” YN drops her menu on the table in front of them, “What do you recommend?”

They end up ordering way too much food than what would normally be appropriate for two people to eat. They had burgers, and milkshakes and god only knows how many different types of pie. The only constellation that YN had for it was that they’d be able to take the leftovers home and that was one thing she loved more than eating out was the leftovers the next day.

“I’m stuffed,” YN sighed, dropping her fork down on her plate. She had just put back a burger, a handful of fries and half of two slices of pie (cherry and apple) in one sitting. In YN’s defence, she had been in the OR for the majority of the day, and that therefore meant scoffing a sandwich in the twenty-minute break she found herself having about six hours ago.

“So, you’re not going to help me finish this last slice of pie?” Harry pouted his lips slightly at her, pushing the plate with the last bit of cherry pie towards her.

YN sighed, but it didn’t take her long to pick up her fork and dig it into the last piece of the pie. YN ate half of it, and Harry had the other half. At that point, YN felt as though she was truly and honestly going to burst now. If it was socially acceptable to unbutton her trousers, she would have done that.

“That’s it,” YN shook her head, waving her hands in front of her, “Stop feeding me. I can’t take it anymore.”

“It was good though?” Harry nodded, “Right?”

“So good,” YN sighed, unable to hold the smile off her face, “I don’t think I’ve eaten this good since moving here.”

“Not much of a cook?” Harry laughed, wiping his hands with his napkin.

YN shook her head, leaning back on the booth. Even though she was having a lovely time, there was a part of her that was exhausted, but she wanted to stay. Even though every muscle in her body, every ache was screaming at her to go home and go to bed – she just couldn’t. She didn’t want to leave; she didn’t want this night to end.

“I’m not much of anything,” YN shrugged, “I’m a surgeon. That’s about it.”

“I don’t believe that,” Harry shook his head, “I believe that, yeah, you’re a surgeon, but I don’t think that’s all there is to you. That’s all I want to know.”

YN sighed, her teeth clamping down on the inside of her lip, “I guess you’re just going to have to wait.”

“I’m going to have to wait?” Harry laughed, “What am I going to have to wait for?”

“Our next proper date.”

Harry’s entire face beamed out into a smile, and YN couldn’t help but join him. In all honesty, whilst there was a level of comfortableness between them there was also a part that made her giddy. It was new and it was exciting and even though alarm bells were ringing for her that this was her boss, she had never felt this way about anybody before.

She didn’t think she ever would again.

#3

The third time it happened, YN knew that this was going to be for good.

“You’re going to get married, and you’re going to have his babies and get a dog and I’m just going to be watching from the sidelines. Single. With fifteen cats. No husband, no cute kids. No sexy husband that’s good with the cute kids…”

“Iris?” YN interrupts before the girl could carry on her rambling.

“Yeah?” The girl beamed, a sad smile crossing her lips.

“You’re doing it again,” YN sighed, dropping her hands to the top of her charts, “The thinking out loud. The crazy cat lady thing. I know you think that you’re making yourself feel better by speaking into the universe, but it’s just sad Iris.”

“You know what’s sad?” Iris sighed, and that’s when YN saw the glaze over her eyes again, “That I’m not going to have a hot doctor husband, and cute kids, and –”

“That’s it,” YN sighed, picking up her chart and moving away from her boyfriend, “I’m leaving. I can’t listen to this anymore.”

YN had taken all but two steps away from the desk when she felt someone’s arm knock into hers. She didn’t even need to look up to know who it was.

YN and Harry had been living in bliss for the past six months. They had done this properly. They had been on dates, ‘proper’ dates as they had continued to call them, and every day just seemed to get better. That wasn’t to say that they hadn’t had their ups and downs. Two doctors, paediatricians at that, trying in a relationship would have its ups and downs. They were emotional, exhausted, and stubborn. That meant that every so often their heads butted together and it either ended up in them screaming at each other or just sitting in complete silence.

“What can’t you listen to anymore?” He asked, his shoulder brushing hers and they walked down the corridor.

YN sighed, “Iris is having her cat existential crisis again. I told you it was a bad idea for her to get a cat, and what did you say? You said it was a good idea, and now I’m –”

“Woah,” Harry stopped her, placing his hands on her shoulders to calm her down, “Now you’re having the cat existential crisis.”

YN sighed, lifting her hand to scratch her eyebrow, “She’s infecting me. Harry, we have to do something. You must have some single friends. Something. We need to fix this.”

“We don’t,” Harry shakes his head, “I know she’s your best friend and you –”

Whatever Harry was going to say next didn’t matter, and it didn’t matter because a scream came from down the hall. It wasn’t a good scream, and before anything else could be said the two of them were rushing down the hallway and into the room where the scream came from.

It was Paige. She was their latest patient, in for Lymphoma. It was a recent diagnosis – very recent and the girl was crying and screaming.  The nurse looked as though she was going to have a breakdown herself.

“She won’t let us put an IV in,” The nurse sighed, “We’ve tried everything, but she just keeps screaming.”

“It’s going to hurt!” Paige screamed back, wet hot tears streaming down her face as she looked between Harry and YN.

Harry looked at YN and she just nodded, “We’ll take it from here Kathy.”

The nurse nodded, leaving the room, and allowing the door to slam shut behind her. YN flinched slightly, but at the same time she knew how stressful children could be sometimes. She also knew that Kathy was coming off a long shift, and that could also factor into the stress.

“I’m sorry,” Paige’s mother spoke from the corner of the room, her eyes welling up just like her daughters were, “She’s never normally like this. I tried. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Harry smiled, dropping down onto the seat next to Paige’s bed, pulling some gloves onto his hands, “Needles are scary. They’re sharp, and they’re scary.”

“It’s going to hurt,” Paige whined, her chest wracking with more sobs, “It hurt last time, Dr. Styles, I don’t wanna hurt.”

Harry sighed, “It does hurt, I’m not going to lie to you, Paige.”

YN’s eyes furrowed as Harry spoke but shrugged off his jacket at the same time. He pulled the tourniquet out of the unopened IV kit and wrapped it around his arm, pulling it tight.

“It hurts, but only for a minute,” Harry smiled, “Dr. YLN here is going to show you how it’s done, and I’m going to explain every little step. Is that okay, Paige?”

Paige’s tears were still falling, but her breathing had slowed down slightly. YN pulled on another pair of gloves and prepped the needle.

“This rubber band is a tourniquet,” Harry explained, “You’ve probably had one before when you were having your blood taken. You see, it helps us to see your veins,” Harry pointed out the vein in his arm which had popped out. “Dr. YN here is going to insert the needle and… yes it’s going to hurt, and it’s hurting but now it’s not.”

When YN had finished putting the needle into Harry’s arm, she looked back up to see Paige’s tears had stopped and a small smile on her face.

“So,” Harry smiled, pulling the needle out and holding some cotton wool on his arm, “How about Dr YLN goes and gets a new IV kit, and your mother holds your hand whilst I do it, yeah?”

Paige smiles, nodding her head, “Yeah.”

Once YN had brought a new IV kit into the room, she just stood by the door – watching. She watched as Harry spoke to Paige through the IV, keeping the young girl calm throughout the entire thing. Just watching Harry and watching not only how good at his job he was but also how he acted around the children was everything that YN needed to know.

The icing on top of the cake was when he started to tease the young girl, pretending that he didn’t have any lollipops to give her, even though he had some in his coat pocket. YN smiled, watching as the girl who once had tears streaming down her cheeks was now laughing, playing with Harry, and trying to guess which pocket had the lollipops in.

YN walked out of the room with that cheesy smile on her face, trying not to make it obvious the reason why but she knew. Iris was still sitting behind the nurses’ station, and YN stopped in front of her and sighed.

“You’re right,” YN chuckled lightly, “We’re going to have really cute babies.”

“We did good today,” YN sighed, placing the bottle of wine on the coffee table in front of Harry. YN dropped down next to him, accepting the space underneath his arm to squeeze into.

They had been on their feet a long time today, and just the fact that they were both now curled up on the sofa, with a glass of wine to soften the blow was all YN needed. Paige’s surgery had a few minor complications, but it was nothing that YN couldn’t handle. When Paige had woken up, the smile on her face knowing that she could finally eat the lollipop in a few hours that Harry had given her was enough for YN to know that it was worth it.

“We did,” Harry sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “Paige is going to make a full recovery and she’ll be back on her feet in no time – all thanks to you.”

YN sighed, “Wouldn’t have even been able to operate without you.”

Harry just sighed, his lips ghosting over YN’s head. There was a change in the atmosphere, and YN could tell. Harry didn’t say anything else, and YN didn’t know whether he wanted to talk or not.

“You want to talk about it?” She spoke quietly, her finger drawing lines along his knee that was sprawled out in front of her.

Harry sighed against her, pressing another kiss to her head, “Not now. I will later though, I promise.”

“Okay,” YN smiled, reaching out to grab Harry’s hand, “Can I tell you something?”

Harry hummed. YN hesitated for a second, not knowing whether this was the right time to do this or not. But then she remembered today, and she remembered that feeling that she had whilst she had been watching Harry with Paige. She remembered the tightness in her chest, and it wasn’t worry or stress. She knew what it was, and all she could hope was that he’d feel the same way.

“I think…” YN started but then she shook her head slightly, “No, I know. I know that I love you, Harry.”

Harry lifted his head from the top of YN’s head, turning so that she was looking at him. When YN’s eyes met his, she was shocked to see that his eyes were slightly filling up. YN lifted her hand to his face, placing her palm on his cheek and making sure that he was okay.

“I…” Harry started, and YN’s heart pummelled to the bottom of her stomach. She couldn’t tell. She had admitted to the man that she was the love of her life, the man who was it for her and she couldn’t tell what he was going to say. She froze. She froze, and then he smiled, “I love you.”

YN sighed, and it took everything in her to not pick up one of the cushions next to her and launch it at Harry’s head, “Don’t scare me like that again. I thought I was going to have a heart attack.”

“What?” He laughed, leaning forward to place a kiss on her cheek and then to the nape of her neck, “What do you mean?”

“Your face, and the silence and –” YN pulled away from him slightly, moving so that there was a gap between them. Until a wave of something covered her and before she knew it she was standing up, “Then the hesitation! You hesitated and you looked like you were going to cry, and then you hesitated to tell me that you love me!”

Harry sighed, sitting up with his knees open in front of her. Harry reached out for YN’s hands, but she pouted and crossed her arms over her chest.

“I love you. I love you more than anything YN, and I know that it hasn’t been long – but I am ready to spend the rest of my life with you.”

YN sighed, but reached out and dropped her hands into Harry’s, “You’re not upset with me then?”

“No,” Harry shook his head, “I just… today, with Paige. That girl. She was so scared, so scared. Her parents were scared, and yet I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I’m a doctor, that’s what I am and the entire time all I could think about was you. In the surgery, I wondered how you were feeling, and what you might have wanted for dinner tonight.”

YN sighed, reaching forward to place a hand on his cheek – his face leaning into her touch.

“Harry…”

“I have never, ever not thought of the hospital, and my patients the entire day since I was a trainee. Then you come, and you’re always there – in the back of my mind. I love you so much, YN, and I would never hesitate to tell you that.”

YN didn’t say anything else. Instead, YN took a step forward. She grasped Harry’s face in her hands. His hands snaked around her waist, pulling her body closer until his head was resting upon her stomach. YN’s fingers slipped through his hair, right until they were at those curls at the bottom of his neck that she loved. She could feel his lips pressing tiny pecks into her stomach over her shirt. Using the curls, she tugged lightly to pull his face away from her stomach, and she could immediately lean down and capture his lips with hers.

YN sighed into the kiss, her body collapsing onto his until she was straddling him. His hands picked up speed, slipping underneath her shirt as hers tugged on his hair – their lips moving together at the same rate.

“I love you,” Harry mumbled against her lips, not stopping his kisses for even a second.

YN pulled away for a second, pushing his hair off his forehead, “Then show me… please.”

Harry nodded, pressing another chaste kiss to her lips before helping YN up and off of the sofa. The two of them stumbled into YN’s bedroom quickly, their hands never leaving each other’s body.

It was new, it was exciting, and it was good. It was love.

Harry dropped down on the bed, and YN followed – dropping on his lap just as she had been on the sofa. His fingers fiddled with the edge of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra (it being the first thing to come off her body when she came home), and his lips immediately started placing kisses all over her chest and breasts.

“I love you,” He mumbled against her skin.

“Do you love me? Or do you love my boobs?”

Harry chuckled, his teeth grazing her nipple lightly, “I love you and I love your boobs… equally.”

YN laughed, pushing him away from her body lightly, “You’re such an idiot.”

“I am,” He placed her kiss on her chest, “I’m an idiot,” he placed another kiss on her neck, “But I’m an idiot who loves you.”

Piece by piece their clothing was removed, and whispers and kisses and giggles were shared until they were both naked. They had moved further up so that Harry’s back was pressed against the headboard, YN hovering above him.

Their movements started slow, YN sliding herself down onto Harry’s cock. The feeling was full, and amongst that, it was full of love. Harry’s hands landed on YN’s hips, helping her move whilst YN’s clutched the headboard. YN gasped into Harry’s mouth as she started to rotate her hips.

“Harry,” YN moaned into his mouth, one of her hands leaving the headboard to grasp his shoulder. Harry started to help her, his hips rolling up to meet hers, causing YN’s nails to press into the skin of his shoulder.

“Keep going for me, baby,” Harry mumbled, his head dropping down to YN’s shoulder – his lips grazing her skin, “Come on, keep going for me.”

YN sped up her hips, listening to Harry’s words of encouragement. There was no way that YN could be closer to Harry than she was at this moment, but with each thrust, she wanted to be.

“So wet for me baby,” Harry mumbled, “Doing so well for me baby.”

“Harry, please,” YN whined, her hips moving quicker and quicker with every passing moment, “I need more, I need you more.”

“You wanna switch?” Harry pulls his head up from her shoulder, looking directly into her eyes, “Just tell me, baby.”

YN’s hips stopped and with Harry’s help, she lifted herself off him. YN whimpered slightly at the loss of contact, but the second that she moved so that she was on her back, Harry was hovering over her.

“Harry, please,” YN’s hands clawed at his back, pulling him closer to her.

“You okay?” He asked, one hand on his cock to line it up with her entrance and the other one holding his body up by her head.

“Please,” YN nodded, her hands scratching down his back again, pushing lightly on the top of his ass, “Please Harry, I wanna feel you. Need to feel you.”

Harry didn’t hesitate to push inside of her, taking YN’s breath away. He moved forward so that their foreheads were touching each other’s. This was what YN wanted – what she needed. Each thrust of his hips felt as though he was bringing her closer and closer – not only to her orgasm but also to him.

“Harry,” YN whimpered, moving her lips onto Harry’s, “I love you.”

“I love you.”

Harry picked up the pace, moving his hips faster and faster until he saw the tell-tale signs. YN’s breathing turned faster, and one of the hands that was on his back reached out to the bed next to her, screwing the sheets into her fist. It hadn’t taken Harry long to pick up the signs, listening to all of the signs that her body gave him. Once that switch was flipped, Harry knew exactly what to do.

“It’s okay, baby,” Harry mumbled against her lips, one of his hands slipping down between their bodies so that he could roll her clit between his fingers, “Let go for me, always look so pretty when you come for me – so pretty.”

“Harry, I’m so close,” YN’s hips moved up to meet Harry’s. The mixture of both Harry’s cock inside of her and also his fingers on her clit, speeding the process along – that was all that YN needed. Her orgasm raked through her body, a line of whimpers escaping her lips, along with a string of Harry’s name. Harry coaxed her through her orgasm, not stopping his pace until he saw the signs.

Harry came not long after, his body going rigid against YN’s. Harry’s head leant down to capture YN’s lips with his again, slowing his hips down until he came to a complete stop inside her. He dropped down – his body weight falling upon YN’s. She felt comfort with it, his body weight pressed on hers.

Silence fell between the two of them, and it wasn’t until a few minutes later when Harry moved to slip out of YN that any sound was made in the room apart from the sound of their breathing. YN felt an emptiness inside of her, but once Harry was laid at her side she wasted no time in moving closer to him. She lipped his leg in between his, her arm wrapping around his chest and resting on his shoulder.

“I…” YN started, her finger lifting to run down Harry’s cheek ever so lightly, “Think you’re a good omen.”

“What?” Harry smiled, tilting his head down slightly so that he could look at her, where her head was resting on his shoulder.

“A good omen,” YN shrugged, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, “I think… you were brought to me to show me that everything is going to be okay.”

“It is going to be okay,” Harry nodded, lifting his hand to brush her hair off her forehead, “Everything is going to be okay.”

It wasn’t that YN believed in anything like that. She didn’t believe in signs before all of this but now. Now, she believed that Harry was her sign. He was her sign.

He was her good omen.

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the ending of this chapter ☹️☹️☹️ I’m so nervous for the next part

i would say don’t be but i’m nervous for the next part as well 😭

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: fifth chapter! again, this has taken so long but work (again) has been kicking my arse but i finally have finished it and it's ready for you. this chapter starts off so cute but ends a little less cute (i'm sorry in advance) and i would love to hear all of your thoughts and opinions so pls come and chat to me about it!!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, talk of rehab, drug overdose and slight relapse, harry being a cutie and an annoying fucking journalist who messes everything up.

𝐩𝐥𝐬 𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟒 here

Los Angeles, Summer 1974

“We don’t need a bridge in every song, YN,” Harry sighs, his fingers coming to rest on the bridge of his nose.

“I know that Harry, but I’m just saying that this one could,” YN sighs, pacing up and down in the small studio room that had become their second home over the past few months.

The problem that YN and Harry encountered very quickly as they began writing was that they were both very good at their craft and very opinionated people when it came to writing songs. This, therefore, meant that every so there would be a tiff between them every so often about one thing or another. They were easily rectified though, an argument, a conversation and then makeup sex in a corner of the studio that they had found in a prior one of their tiffs.

“But why? We could easily do a third verse and then go straight back into the chorus,” Harry had his hand over his eyes at this point. He was tired, they both were, and they were both getting more and more stressed as the days went on.

YN sighed and walked over to him. Without even thinking she pulled his hands away from his eyes and dropped down on his lap, placing his hands on her waist so that she could see him. She ran her fingers down the side of his face, the man below her immediately relaxing into her touch.

“Hey,” YN dropped both of her palms down onto his cheeks, mainly to make him look at her but also because she likes the feeling of his stubble beneath her palms, “It’s okay, we can take a break.”

Harry sighed and shook his head, pouting slightly as he did so, “We both know we don’t have time for a break.”

YN shook her head with a roll of her eyes, “We can take a break if we want to take a break.”

“I just want to finish this song today,” He leans forward so that his head is resting on her chest, and so that he can wrap his arms tighter around her, “If we finish this today then we’ll be in front before the journalist comes tomorrow.”

YN sighs and drops her own head on top of Harry’s. She had completely forgotten that tomorrow would be the day that their safe space would be infiltrated by the press. They had been asked and warned about when the Rolling Stone journalist would be coming to do the piece on Harry tomorrow, but YN just forgot that it would be so soon – they were still in their bubble.

“Okay,” She clambers off Harry’s lap, starting to pace up and down the room, with her finger resting on her lip, “I’m thinking.”

Harry leaned back on the sofa, running his hand through his hair before placing his arm on the back of the sofa. Whilst YN paced, his eyes never left her. He was in complete awe of her. Just seeing her do her magic in her head, working on music with him. He wanted to see this every day for the rest of his life.

“How about we go back to the chorus, yeah?” YN says, arms open in front of her as she finally stops pacing, “So we’ve just finished lower and slower Give me all of your love give me something to dream about, how about we go back to Living in a Daydream/ Living in a daydream, but drums and bass kick in, and it’s louder.”

Harry closes his eyes and shakes his head before standing up, his face beaming a grin as he wraps his arms around her, hoisting her up so that her legs were around his waist.

“Baby you’re a fucking genius,” He leans forward to place kisses all over her face and lips, causing her to giggle, “I knew there was a reason I kept you around.”

YN’s lips parted in shock, and she tapped Harry on the chest lightly, wrapping her arms around his neck. It didn’t take long for YN to place her lips on Harry’s, her fingers tugging on the curls at the nape of his neck.

“You know,” YN mutters against his lips, pulling away slightly before they got too carried away, “We’re going to have to be on our best behaviour when the journalist arrives tomorrow.”

“Uh,” Harry pulls away, pursing his lips, “I don’t know what this ‘we’ is, I think it’s you that will have to be on your best behaviour.”

YN shakes her head, “Says the man that can’t keep his hands off me.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” He shakes his head, “I am perfectly able to keep my hands off you.”

YN wasn’t expecting to have a near-death experience today but when Harry let go of her, allowing her to fall down a little bit before he grabbed her again. She stared at him with wide eyes whilst he beamed with laughter looking down at her. Unwrapping her legs from him, she forced his hands off her so that she was standing on solid ground again.

“Not cool,” She blew out air from her lips, “So not cool, and after I’ve just helped you with your song as well.”

“No, baby, come on,” He stalks after her as she makes her way towards the sofa again, “Don’t be mad, baby.”

Without a single hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her, spinning her around so that she could fall on the sofa on her back, and he could hover above her.

“I’m not mad,” She shook her head, allowing her fingers to wrap around his curls again, “Because you have just proven my point exactly.”

“What can I say?” He shrugs, his eyes never leaving hers, “I’m obsessed with you, and I can’t be away from you.”

Without a single hesitation, YN leant forward and placed her lips on his. It had been a few months since that night in the camper when their relationship had really solidified into what it was today. Every time YN saw the camper sitting in Harry’s driveway her stomach twisted. Even though time had passed, and they had made an abundance more memories since that day, it was still one of her favourites.

There were other things that always felt too good to be true when she was with Harry, and how playful he had been with her a few moments ago was one of them. The fact that he used the word obsessed to talk about her, has her stomach twisting and her head up in the clouds.

“What do you say to one more secret rendezvous before we have to be professional musicians,” YN mumbles against his lips, her hands coming to rest on the collar of his shirt, fingers itching towards the button.

Harry beamed another grin at her, “I like the way you’re thinking, but we’ll have to be quick. Jeff’s coming by later.”

“We can be quick,” She shrugs, moving her hands down to where his shirt was tucked into his trousers, “Or Jeff can get an eyeful of your ass… again.”

“YN, we have to find at least one song that I can get some horns in, or I just won’t speak to you ever again,” Harry shrugs as they walk through the door of the studio.

YN can’t help but roll her eyes at how dramatic Harry is. They were hand in hand, walking into the studio that they had booked for God knows how long, their perspective guitars in their free hands. It was currently nine in the morning, and the two of them had woken up at seven-thirty so by YN’s calculations that means that she had been listening to Harry go on and on for an hour and a half already about these fucking horns.

The door had just slammed behind them when YN stopped in her tracks and turned to look at Harry, “It’s nine in the morning, I haven’t had my coffee and cigarette yet and I can’t listen to one more word about these fucking horns. If you don’t mention them for the rest of the day, I will give you anything you want.”

“Anything?” Harry raises his eyebrow at that.

“Anything.” YN was at her wit's end.

Harry contemplates for a second before nodding and holding his hand out for her, “Deal.”

“Thank fuck.”

A clearing of a throat shook them out of the little conversation that they had going on. They both turned to see Jeff and a man that they didn’t recognise standing in the middle of the room, obviously in their own conversation before they were interrupted by their little squabble.

“Harry, YN, this is Christopher Thomas,” Jeff introduced the two of them to the stranger in the room. Both of them dropped each other’s hand to shake Christopher’s, “He’s the Stones’ writer that’s going to be spending the week with the two of you.”

“Oh,” Christopher speaks up, “We’re only writing the article about Harry.”

“I know that. We all know that” YN’s the first to speak up, “But I’m part of the furniture here now.”

“Oh, cool,” YN had a slight suspicion that he didn’t quite understand, but he would soon, “Well, just pretend that I’m not here, and I’ll just butt in if I have any questions.”

“Perfect,” and with that, YN immediately sprang into action.

Harry had many different versions of YN that he enjoyed – but studio and writing YN were always his favourites. It’s when Harry truly saw YN and everything that sparked joy in her. The way she was constantly bopping her head, tapping her finger when she had a melody in her head or even the way she chewed the end of her pencil when a lyric was trapped, and she needed that little bit of willpower to get it out.

The first item on the list today was to record the vocals for Daydreaming which was the song that they had finished last night and shown to Jeff. Luckily, they had finished their more X-rated activity before Jeff had arrived, meaning that he hadn’t had an eyeful of Harry’s ass again which was a plus in their book.

Whilst Harry was recording, YN usually sat in the recording booth with Keith, the producer, and usually scribbled down ideas for her own songs, and made comments here and there about something that Harry was doing that she thought he could change.

The band had recorded their parts last night when they had sorted it out, with Harry singing just to keep the timing but today was when they are properly recording. Every time they write and record a new song for Harry’s album, she says it's her favourite. That hadn’t changed for this one, but it was just so fun that YN truly did love it.

Harry was talking to Keith in between takes, and YN was scribbling some lyrics down in her book that had been circling in her head when she could feel some eyes boring into the side of her. She looked first through her peripheral vision to see Christopher sitting to the side of her and then looked at him to see that he was looking directly at her.

“Can I help you?” She asked, her eyes wide as she asked.

“So, you and Harry have written all of the songs together so far?” YN loved the press; YN loved the press.

“Pretty much,” She nods, with a small smile on her features, “He’d have an idea and I’d help flush it out, or vice versa. But every song we worked on together.”

“What about you? Have you both worked on songs for your album? That is assuming that you’re making one.” He asked. The pen and paper were making her uncomfortable now, especially with his scrawl that was the loudest thing she’d ever heard it seemed.

“A few,” She shrugged, tapping her own pen to her paper now, “But I don’t have a deadline, and Harry does.”

He seemed happy with that response and stopped the questions for now. Harry had started singing again and instead, she could smile, and watch as he sang his heart out and made her proud. There was just something about the two of them in a studio together, doing what they loved that just couldn’t be any better.

It was a place where they could grow as people, and as musicians and had also truly helped their relationship grow in the space that they had been there. Now it seemed as though the studio was also the place for a week and a week only, as well as any other events they may go to that week. It was one week.

It didn’t take long for Harry to finish recording Daydreaming, and once he had he was ready for his initial questioning about the album by Christopher. YN had taken this time to lounge on the sofa, with her guitar and start to strum out some of the melodies to the lyrics that she had written in her book. In all honesty, she didn’t want it to seem as though she was eavesdropping, but she totally was.

“Uh, YN,” YN perked up at the sound of Betty, the studio’s receptionist sticking her head through the door, “There’s a call on the line for you.”

“Thank you, Betty,” She smiled, placing the guitar on the sofa. She walked past Harry as she made her way towards the door, running her hand across his shoulders as she did.

Once YN was at the phone, she picked it up and placed it to her ear, “This is YN.”

“Babes,” Just by that first word she knew that it was Vivienne, “I know that you’re with the Stones’ journalist right now and I’m sorry for interrupting but –”

“Woah, slow down Viv,” YN laughed, slightly shocked by how quickly Vivienne was speaking, “Slow down, I can’t tell a single word you’re saying.”

“Sorry, babes,” Vivienne sighs, taking a deep breath before starting again, “You know the band that I photographed up in Malibu last week?”

“Yeah,” YN laughed, “You’ve only just stopped going on and on about how dreamy their bassist is.”

“Well,” Vivienne started, “I got a call from that same bassist today and they’re having a party in the Hills that they’ve invited us to.”

“What?” YN laughed, “They just phoned to invite both me and you to this party?”

“No, no,” YN would bet money that Vivienne was shaking her head right now, “They’ve invited me, and they’ve invited you and Harry by association because I can’t do it without you, and you and Harry are attached by the hip.”

“Well, currently I and Harry are attached by the hip also to a Stones’ journalist, but I’ll see if we can shake him off,” YN laughs, which Vivienne joins in, “Where is it?”

“In the Hills, tonight. I have the address but not on me,” Vivienne speaks over the receiver, and then there’s some crackling.

“Don’t worry about it babe, we’ll meet you at the apartment later,” YN speaks, fishing out her cigarettes from her pocket as she does so, “I’ll drive you since I won’t be drinking.”

“I love you so much, babe,” Vivienne beams through the receiver, “Thank you so much.”

“Don’t worry about it,” YN laughs, “Now I have to get back, I’ve left Harry with Christopher and I dread to think what they’re currently talking about.”

“Okay babe, see you later.”

Even though YN was slightly nervous by the fact that she had just agreed to go to a party in the Hills, her first one since she had gotten clean, she was doing this for Vivienne, and she just had to remember that. She wasn’t going to be on her own because Harry and Vivienne were going to be there for her.

YN lit her cigarette and sighed – it was time to go break the news to Harry and also save him from Christopher.

“Do you think the denim dress or the floral one?”

YN and Harry were currently lounging on the sofa in YN and Vivienne’s apartment, with front-row tickets to their very own fashion show courtesy of Vivienne. So far, they had seen about five outfits, and they had finally whittled it down to two options. Harry was sitting nursing a beer as YN lounged on him, her legs extended across the sofa and her full attention on making sure that Vivienne felt her best, and also didn’t have a breakdown.

“Well, what look are you going for?” YN asked, a cigarette dangling from her finger as she pointed a Vivienne, “Sexy and mysterious, or cute and fun?”

“I don’t know,” Vivienne’s entire face dropped, “I don’t know what look I’m going for. Do I need to have a look that I’m going for?”

“Vivienne, you’re panicking,” YN jolts up, moving towards her friend, “Just breathe, okay? You don’t need a look. Just wear what you feel best in.”

“Okay,” Vivienne nods, picking up the denim dress, “The denim.”

“The denim, okay,” YN smiles and hands her friend a half-smoked cigarette, “Now, finish that and get your ass ready or we’re going to be late.”

Vivienne nodded, the cigarette now resting between her lips and made her way back into her room. YN sighed and dropped down next to Harry again, resting her head on his lap.

Harry laughed and shook his head, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Vivienne not cool, calm and collected.”

YN nodded, “It doesn’t happen very often, but when it does you just have to be firm and almost tell her what to do.”

“Noted,” Harry dropped his hand down so that he could lace his fingers through YN’s, “Is there any particular reason that she isn’t cool, calm and collected today?”

YN smiled, “The party whose band it is she photographed the other week.”

“The one in Malibu?” Harry asked and YN nodded, “Didn’t she go on and on about how nice their bassist was for this entire week.”

YN’s eyes widened as she looked at Harry, a cheeky grin on her face as she did. She had never seen Vivienne like this before in her life.

“She has a crush, baby,” YN laughs, placing a chaste kiss on his lips, “And we’re going to be playing wingman and wing-woman today.”

“Are we, baby?” He nudged her with his shoulder and YN rolled her eyes.

“Yes, we do,” She prodded him on the shoulder, causing him to pull away from her slightly, “I’ve never known Vivienne to have a crush on anyone, so this is a big deal.”

“I know it is baby, but we’ll just watch from the sidelines,” He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer, “We’ll make sure that he’s good enough for our Viv, and then leave them be. We’re not going to meddle.”

YN sighed with a pout on her lips, “That’s no fun, but okay I guess.”

YN’s little pout on her face but that quickly disappeared when he started to dance his finger along her cheekbone. It was so soft and so light that YN almost giggled, but she suppressed it with a bite of her lip.

“Are you sure you’re going to be, okay?” He asked, not breaking eye contact with her the entire time.

“Yes, Harry,” She beamed up at him, “I’m going to be all right because you’re going to be with me the entire night, right?”

“Right,” He leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips, which YN smiled into, “And Christopher.”

“And Christopher,” She laughed with a roll of her eyes.

When YN had mentioned to Harry earlier in the day about the party, she had forgotten about the listening ears that were also there. Christopher thought that joining them at a party in the Hills would be the perfect opportunity to see Harry outside of the studio and see what he was like in his daily life – as though he wouldn’t be exactly the same.

“Come on, lovebirds,” They pulled apart from each other at the sound of Vivienne, all dressed to perfection standing in front of them and sounding a hundred times less stressed than she did earlier, “We’re already late and we’ll never make it if you two start fucking on the sofa.”

YN shot up and threw daggers at her friend, “That was one time, Vivienne!”

“One time too many,” Vivienne picked up the car keys from the table by the door and threw them at YN, “Now come on.”

As YN wouldn’t be drinking tonight, she was going to drive the three of them to the party. The last time that YN went to a party in the Hills she was so out of it that she couldn’t remember what she did when she got there, never mind how she got back. This time was going to be different. This time she was going to have so much fun, and she wouldn’t be having a drop of alcohol or hit of any drug.

Harry was sitting next to YN, his hand resting on her thigh as they drove through the Hills, singing along to whatever song was playing over the stereo. Vivienne was sat in the back, her eyes focused straight ahead. YN wanted to ask if she was okay, but she knew better when Vivienne was nervous about something. There were only a few times in the years that YN had known Vivienne that she had ever seen her in this mood, and the last time that she had spoken to her she ended up with her head being snapped off.

When they arrived at the house, the party was already in full swing. Music could be heard from all the way down the street, and people were lingering everywhere it seemed. Vivienne rushed out of the care before Harry and YN could ever call her back. YN shook her head at her friend’s antics and allowed her hand to slip into Harry’s as they made their way inside.

YN had slightly forgotten what parties in the Hills were like. The mass amounts of bodies enclosed in a house, drinking and dancing to the thumping music, as well as people doing God-only-knows-what in each corner of the room, as well as the garden. YN would be lying if she said she wasn’t a little bit nervous, but just the feeling of Harry’s hand in hers meant that she was okay.

“I’m going to get us a drink,” Harry spoke in her ear once they had made their way inside, “Go find Vivienne, and I’ll meet you there.”

“Okay,” YN nodded, holding onto Harry’s hand until the very last second.

Standing in the corner of the room where Harry had left her, she scanned the room for any sign of Vivienne. She wasn’t in the room, so she moved to the doors that gave her a view of the garden and that was when she saw Vivienne, standing talking to a girl with the biggest smile on her face that YN had ever seen.

It was all starting to make sense now. All of those times that YN saw Vivienne talking to men but then it would never go any further, the fact that Vivienne hardly ever had people around to the house at all. Just seeing Vivienne standing there, talking to that girl with a beaming smile on her face almost made YN tear up a little bit.

“Hey,” Harry was soon standing next to her again, passing her an open bottle of cola whilst he held a beer in his hand, “You found Vivienne?”

“Over there,” YN motioned in Vivienne’s direction with her glass, a sombre expression on her face.

Harry lifted his beer up to his lips, “Who’s that she’s with?”

“The bassist, I think,” YN tapped her manicured nail against the bottle she was holding, “I just want to know why she didn’t tell me.”

“Hey,” Harry wrapped his arm around YN, sensing the slight drop in her mood, “She probably didn’t know what it was herself. She was probably scared, scared at what she was feeling and scared of how you’d react.”

YN nodded, wrapping an arm around herself as she did, “I never wanted to make her feel as though she couldn’t tell me.”

“Hey,” Harry turned her slightly so that she was looking directly at him, “It probably wasn’t you, yeah? You didn’t do anything that made her feel as though she couldn’t tell you, it was probably that she had to come to terms with it herself before she told anyone.”

“Yeah,” YN nodded, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, “You’re probably right.”

“I know I’m right,” He nudged her with his shoulder, and YN didn’t even hesitate to roll her eyes at his antics, “Now come on, we’re going to mingle, make sure Viv’s okay and then go home and do what I was promised earlier.”

YN’s features screwed up, “I don’t remember promising you anything earlier.”

“Uh, I remember very specifically that you did,” He nodded, his eyebrows furrowing as he did, “If I stopped talking about horns, which I did.”

YN rolled her eyes but still leaned into Harry, not hesitating to lean forward and place a kiss on his lips. Their idle chatter buzzed out until they were just watching the party unfold around them, that was until a man that YN had never seen before in her life stopped in front of Harry.

“Hey, man!” Harry seemed to know who he was though, and he pulled away from YN slightly to give him a very ‘dude’ handshake.

“I haven’t seen you in ages, man,” Harry smiled as he pulled away, “Is Eric here too?”

“Yeah, man, he’s in the kitchen. Wanna come say hi?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute,” The man walked off, but Harry turned to YN, “Do you wanna come?”

“No, go say hi to your friend,” She smiles, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek, “I’ll go find Vivienne.”

“Okay, baby,” He pressed another chaste kiss to her lips, “I’ll be quick, I promise.”

YN stood there, and she did think about going to see Vivienne, but she didn’t want to intrude. She was happy and stood watching her friend dance with a person whom she obviously cared about in some way. She was well and truly happy, and then she saw a familiar figure in her peripheral vision (once again) that YN had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at.

“Hi, YN,” Christopher smiled at her, at a party and yet still holding that stupid notebook and pen.

“Hi Christopher,” She beamed instead, “Harry’s inside if you’re looking for him.”

“I’m looking for you actually,” That caused YN’s eyebrows to raise in confusion.

“Okay,” She laughed, leaning one hand onto the table she was standing near, “Fire away.”

“I spoke to my editor today, about you being in the studio and we’ve decided that I’m also going to write a page piece on you as well,” Christopher explains, and YN has to widen her eyes just to make sure that she doesn’t show too much of an expression on it, “About your return to music, after your disappearance halfway through Harry’s tour two years ago, and how the two of you are now together.”

YN’s entire demeanour changed when he explained what he wanted to write about. The original excitement that Rolling Stones wanted to write a piece on her, to then hear it has to be about a time of her life that she wanted to forget more than anything.

“Are you sure you’re up to that?” She asked with a shrug, tapping her finger along the rim of the glass in her hand again, “I mean you must have your hands full with Harry’s.”

“No, it’s completely fine,” He shrugged, “So let’s hear it. Why did you cancel your opening for Harry halfway through the tour all those years ago?”

“Uh,” YN spoke, quickly followed by a nervous laugh, “I was ill. I had to cancel to get better.”

“So, it was nothing to do with the reports of you overdosing in a hotel in Cleveland?”

YN felt as though her entire body was on fire. YN didn’t even know that the press had access to that information. In all honesty, she thought that Kenneth had covered it up in a way that meant nobody knew about it. But then again, she hadn’t been around the press and journalists enough to know if anything had got out.

“That… it isn’t…” YN placed her glass bottle on the table and moved away from him slightly, “Excuse me.”

YN didn’t know what to do. All she knew is that she had to find Harry, or she might do something that she might forget.

YN was standing in the kitchen of her and Vivienne’s flat, only dressed in one of Harry’s shirts and a pair of socks to shield her feet from the cold wooden floors. She had woken up this morning for the first time ever after a party from the night before with a completely clear head, and she was happy. The first thing she did, with her little radio playing a Carole King song, was make her and Harry a cup of coffee. He was currently in her bed, still asleep and she knew that when she woke him up a warm cup of coffee would be something to soften the blow a little bit.

Her hips were swaying to the melody of the song, a hum escaping her lips. She was in her own little world, in the best mood and ready for another day in the studio with Harry (minus the ever-lovely Christopher still being there) – if she could successfully rouse him from the bed.

“Hi.”

“Fucking shit,” YN all but jumped out of her skin at the sound of an unfamiliar voice just behind her.

YN turned to see that it was a familiar person though, the girl that Vivienne had been talking to the entire night. The bassist from the band whose party it was, dressed in Vivienne’s dressing gown after what YN can only guess was a very eventful night.

YN and Harry had left the party shortly after YN’s conversation with Christopher (which she failed to mention to Harry). They did only leave when they had confirmation from Vivienne that she would be okay and manage to get a lift home. They knew she would be okay, and in all honesty, they knew so many people at that party that YN felt okay leaving Vivienne, and she also didn’t want to interrupt the good night that Vivienne was having – which is why she had this conversation when Vivienne was on her own and her guest had gone to replenish their drinks.

“Sorry for scaring ya’,” The accent was a shock to YN, especially the southern drawl, but everything was a shock to YN about this experience, “You must be YN, right?”

“Right,” YN nodded, placing the coffee that was in her hand down for fear of spillage again, “And you are…?”

“Pamela,” The girl outstretched her hand for YN to shake which she did, “I’ve heard a lot about you, from Vivienne.”

“You too,” YN answered honestly, “There was a time, about a week ago, when you were every other word that came out of Vivienne’s mouth.”

The girl laughed and there was a slight pause in the awkwardness that was spinning between them. YN didn’t really know the etiquette for something like this, as she wasn’t normally the first person up in the apartment and made a mental note to apologise to Vivienne for every time, she had done this to her.

“I hope it was all good things,” YN laughs with a nod, “Anyway, I was told I could find some coffee somewhere in here.”

YN nods and points to the pot, “I’ve just made some, help yourself. There are mugs in the cupboard above.”

“Thank you,” Pamela made her way into the kitchen to the coffee pot whilst YN picked up her two mugs.

“It was nice meeting you,” YN laughed, “I’m sure it’s not the last time we’ll see each other.”

Pamela nodded and YN took that as her opportunity to beeline straight back into her room. Her eyes were wide when she walked in, mainly from that entire interaction and also the fact that Harry was staring at her with furrowed eyebrows as she walked in.

“What’s that face for?” He laughed, accepting the cup of coffee from her as she made her way over to the bed, and crawled on, immediately resting her head on his shoulder.

“I just had a lovely conversation,” YN sighed, resting her cup of coffee against her chest, “With Pamela.”

Harry furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at her, “And who is Pamela?”

“The bassist from the band,” YN smiled, “Viv obviously had a very eventful night last night.”

Harry laughed and rested his head upon hers, “Just like us then.”

YN laughed and whacked him on the shoulder. Even though Harry did annoy her, she wouldn’t dispute that with his constant teasing, it did make the constant butterflies in her stomach erupt. That was a feeling that she would never get over, and she never wanted it to end.

Even though they had never truly spoken about what they were, they didn’t need to. For the first time in YN’s life, she was so unbearably happy that nothing else mattered to her – not one thing. It was almost as though even though they hadn’t spoken about it, the two of them knew that this was it for them. They were each other’s person, and the mere thought of that made her so happy.

“I’m sure we’ll talk about it when she’s ready,” YN sighed, picking at a loose threat at the end of Harry’s shirt, “I don’t want to push her to do something she’s not ready for, but at the same time I want to know everything.”

“She’ll come to you when she’s ready,” Harry muttered, taking a sip of his coffee. He was right, once again but she didn’t want to admit it.

“I know, I know,” YN nods, her eyes focusing on her shirt rather than Harry, “I don’t want to push her into doing something she isn’t ready for, but bringing her home must mean something, Harry.”

“It is,” YN can feel him nod against her head, “If she didn’t trust you, she wouldn’t have done that. That sort of thing is a big step.”

YN nodded, allowing his words to just resonate with her for a minute or two. Harry was right, as he had been throughout so much. YN knew that it wasn’t the case that Vivienne didn’t trust her, but it was more of the fact that Vivienne had been living with this secret, which no doubt wasn’t easy and didn’t think that YN would want to hear any of it. That was also when YN realised that she hadn’t helped with that, because even though YN had been present in person in those previous years – she wasn’t ever truly present.

“Sometimes,” YN started, mumbling slightly so that she and Harry were the only ones that could hear even though they were the only ones in the room, “I think back about what I was like before I went to rehab, and I wish that I could take the entire thing back.”

“I get that,” He sighs, wrapping an arm around her and bringing her closer, “But if that hadn’t happened to you, and you hadn’t pushed past that – you wouldn’t be the person you are today. The one that’s here with me, and the one that can now be here for Vivienne when she needs you.”

YN did start to cry, just silent tears that streamed down her cheeks. Maybe it was everything with Vivienne, or maybe it was everything that had been brought back to her last night due to that one conversation that she had with Christopher. Harry noticed immediately, placed his coffee cup down and grabbed hers to do the same, and just pulled her into his chest. He just let her cry.

YN hadn’t felt this way in a long time. Obviously, she had good days, and she had bad days when dealing with the guilt of what she had put her loved ones through but recently she had been having more good days than bad. One of the things that she appreciated more than anything was that she had Harry there with her, through the good and the bad.

“I’m sorry,” She pulled away from his chest, chuckling slightly at the sight, “I got your shirt a bit wet.”

Harry shrugged, “It’ll dry.”

He lifted his hands up and wiped under her eyes, ridding all of the tears that had collected there, “I’m probably really snotty.”

“You are,” Harry grimaced, reaching over a grabbing a tissue for her so she could wipe her nose, “I love you in all states, but snotty definitely isn’t my favourite.”

YN was in the middle of wiping her nose and she stopped dead in her tracks, the tissue hovering over her nose. Harry looked sheepish, like he had been caught and immediately retracted his eyes away from her face.

“You love me?”

Harry chuckled, leaning back against the headboard, and running a hand through his hair, “Isn’t that obvious?”

“But you love me enough to say it out loud?”

It was completely baffling to YN. The feeling of the person you love, loving you back is something of a dream. YN couldn’t pinpoint exactly when she fell in love with Harry, but it definitely consolidated when she saw him standing by that camper the day that he picked her up from rehab. There were many things that turned her feelings for him into love, but the fact that he not only bought her a fucking camper but drove it all the way to pick her up and take her back home was something she’ll never forget that he did.

“I’ve always loved you enough to say it out loud,” He shrugged, finally looking back up at her, “I was just looking for the perfect opportunity, and also the balls to say it.”

YN laughed, “And you chose that perfect opportunity and also had the balls when I was snotty?”

“You’re perfect to me,” He ran his finger along her cheek, “Even if the snot isn’t the sexiest.”

“I love you.”

Once she had muttered those words, it was as though all of the pieces just fit together and Harry’s face beamed, “You do?”

YN nodded, “I do, a lot actually.”

Without a single hesitation in his body, Harry leaned forward and placed his lips on hers. She had thankfully rid of the tissue before he lunged at her, even if she wasn’t ready for his attack. Every kiss that she and Harry shared meant everything to her, but this one had a fire and a passion behind it that YN had never felt before in her life. It was just filled with passion, lust, and acceptance and the biggest one of them all, love.

It didn’t take long before YN’s body was dropping back on the bed, Harry’s fitting perfectly between her legs on top of her. Her hands clawed against his back as if she was trying to somehow bring him even closer to her (it wasn’t humanly possible).

Harry pulled away, mainly to allow them to catch their breath and rested his forehead on hers, “I love you.”

YN beamed a smile at him, “I love you.”

Then his lips were back on hers, pulling her body upwards slightly so he had a better angle to unbutton her shirt (his shirt) that she was wearing. It didn’t take long, and by the end, he was so impatient that he just ripped it open. He started to push the shirt down her shoulders, pressing kisses along her cheek and down her neck until he reached her collarbone, gently nipping the skin with his teeth.

Harry pushed away from her body just as he pulled the material down her arms, her chest completely exposed to him. Before, YN was in such a rush that the idea of someone stopping just to look at her would have spiralled her completely out of control, but with Harry it only made her desire for him grow. It did also help that he looked like a kid in a candy store every time he saw her tits.

“So perfect,” He started his attack of kisses again, moving down her collarbone to her chest until he was in between her breasts. He placed kisses all around them, not missing an inch of skin before taking her left nipple in his mouth, nipping, and sucking with the perfect pressure that had her thighs clenching and her body withering. He didn’t leave the second one alone either and moved to the right and gave it all the same attention.

YN was growing impatient, and when he finally pulled away from her chest, she grabbed the shirt that he had on his body and pulled it over his head, leaving his own torso exposed to her. She ran her hands over his arms, and then his pecs and all the way down his stomach until it landed on the trail of hair that led into his boxers.

“Woah, woah,” He pulled away from her lips and grasped her face in his hands, “What’s the rush for? We have all the time in the world, baby.”

“I know,” She nodded, placing a chaste kiss on her lips, “But if I don’t feel you inside of me soon, I fear I may actually combust.”

Harry laughed at her words and allowed her to push his boxers down, freeing his already hard cock for her. In a quick movement, Harry was pushed down on the bed, and YN was pulling the boxers off his body and throwing them somewhere in the room. Placing a kiss on his hip as she moved her way back up to him, she pulled her own panties down and off her body so that she was completely exposed to him.

With a gentle hand, she wrapped her fingers around his cock, allowing her thumb to run over the tip which had him bucking his hips up to meet her hand. Harry’s head rolled back, but his eyes never left hers. YN couldn’t hide the grin that ran over her face, just from knowing the effect that she had on him.

“You ready, baby?” She grinned, moving so that her body was straddling his, her pussy perfectly aligned with his cock.

Harry nodded, dropping his head to his shoulder, “Always ready for you, baby.”

After running his cock up and down a few times, allowing the feeling of it on her clit to send a shudder down her body she finally sunk onto him, allowing herself to slowly work him in fully into her. Her face relaxed in pleasure as she finally took him all the way, his hands resting on her hips to help her with the movements.

YN rested her hands on the headboard behind Harry, using it as a way to keep herself steady as she started to rock her hips on his cock. YN’s head rested above Harry’s, her eyes clamped shut and her mouth open slightly as breathy moans escaped her lips. Harry’s grip moved from her hips to her ass, helping her with movement as it all started to get a little much for her.

“YN, baby, open your eyes,” Harry’s words drew her out of the slight daze that she was in, “Look at me.”

She opened her eyes and looked down at him, the beautiful man beaming up at her, “I love you.”

“I love you,” He only just managed to murmur the last word before her lips were on his.

Her body flushed against him, and she continued to rock her hips. Harry wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer to him if it was possible but still helped by lifting his own hips up to meet hers.

In all of her life, YN had never felt such an emotional and yet physical closeness to anyone. There had never been any relationships in her life apart from this one, and whilst it was all so new there was no fear for her at all because Harry was with her, and he was experiencing all of these things with her at the exact same time.

“I’m close,” YN mumbled against Harry’s lips, her eyes closed, and lips parted as more moans left them.

Without a single hesitation, Harry moved one of his hands between them and started to circle her clit with the pad of his thumb. It was the one thing that YN needed to send her over the edge, her movements stilling, and her legs beginning to shake and quiver. Harry continued his movements, bringing her through her own climax until he himself went over the edge, spilling into her.

It was feeling; unlike anything YN had ever felt before because it was just laced with such love that she almost couldn’t handle it. She ended up dropping down on Harry, her body sweaty and spent, and her breathing erratic.

“Jesus Christ,” YN laughed into Harry’s neck, where she was comfortably resting her head, “You’re going to have to give me a few minutes after that.”

Harry laughed and pulled her tighter against his chest, “You do wonders for my ego, you know that?”

YN, even in her sleepy state, managed to roll her eyes at him, “Shut up. It takes two to tango.”

With a chuckle shared between them, and the softest kiss that YN had ever been given in her life – she knew this was it for her.

“Harry,” YN mumbled, her pointer and middle finger resting on her lips as she watched him press some buttons with Keith, “I think this is the one.”

Harry stops pressing whatever buttons and turns to look at YN, “What?”

“This is the one.”

They had been working on this album for a few months now, and YN was ready to finish it in all honesty. It wasn’t that she didn’t love working with Harry because she loved it more than anything. But YN was ready to get her own album done, the second album that she and Harry had been doing bits of pieces of whilst writing his.

“You’ve got to give me something, YN,” Harry laughs, walking over to her and sitting on the table in front of her, “This is the one what?”

“The one where you can use your horns,” YN passed the notebook that she had in her hand to Harry, the one with his scribbles on it.

Harry takes the notebook from her and reads through the pages. YN could see he had no idea what she was talking about at first, but once he saw her vision it would all make sense.

“Just think, okay?” She leant forward and placed her hands on his knees, “It’s ‘cause I love you babe/ In every kind of way/ Just a little taste/ Know I love you babe/ horns start ba, ba, ba, ba, ba/ You know I love you babe/ more horns.”

YN was humming the rhythm, or what she knew of it and that’s when she saw it click in Harry’s head. His eyes widened, and he was bobbing his head along to her words. He lifted his head up from the paper, looked at her and beamed that boyish fucking smile that lit up her whole world.

“Baby,” He threw the notebook to the side, leaning forward so that she had to lean back, “You’re a fucking genius.”

YN squealed, laughing as Harry tipped her backwards so that she was lying on the sofa, and he was hovering above her. They both knew that there were other people in the room, but in all honesty, they had probably all seen them in worst states than this – minus Christopher.

“Harry, stop it,” YN laughed, whacking him on the shoulder as he started to peck kisses all down her neck and collarbone, “Harry, stop.”

“No, I’m so fucking happy right now,” He laughed, finally moving off her and sitting down on the sofa beside her, resting his arm on the back of it so she could slip comfortably into his arms, “You got me my fucking horns.”

“You got yourself your fucking horns,” She laughed, taking the hand that was rested on her shoulder in hers, threading their fingers, “I just figured out where you were going to put them.”

“I knew there was a reason that I kept you around,” He laughed, leaning over to light up a cigarette.

YN shook her head and tapped him on the chest lightly, but she happily accepted the lit cigarette to take a puff from him.

“You keep me around for more than just your fucking horns,” YN shook her head, passing him back the cigarette.

Harry laughed, “There’s more than one horn that you satisfy, baby.”

YN’s lips parted in shock and her cheeks flushed. She looked around the studio to see if the engineers, or Christopher, had heard what she said but they were all talking amongst themselves and doing their own thing, paying absolutely no attention to either of them on the sofa.

She tapped him lightly on the chest again, but she didn’t move. She just allowed herself to rest in his arms, cigarette smoke dancing between them. It was times like these, where they were basically sat in silence with each other that YN truly fell in love with him all over again.

“Okay, baby,” Harry lifted YN up lightly so that he could slip from under her, “I need to take a piss.”

“Don’t be too long,” YN pouted, accepting his half-smoked cigarette before watching him walk away. YN sat up and grabbed the notebook again, going through it again a few times in her head.

Everything was perfectly fine until she felt the sofa dip at the other end. It was Christopher, of course. YN smiled at him but focused more on the notebook.

“You two certainly seem as though you’re in love,” He muttered, lighting his own cigarette as he did so.

“We are,” YN nodded, messing with a loose thread on the end of her shorts, “We are very much in love.”

“You do know what it looks like though, right?” He continues to ask, YN’s eyes furrowing which was an indication that she didn’t know, “You, getting up on stage with him, doing a song with him, opening for him and now it comes out that you’re sleeping with him – people are going to talk.”

“People always fucking talk,” YN shrugs, “Whether or not they talk the truth is another fucking question.”

“But people are going to speculate,” Christopher shrugs, “That you’ve fucked your way all the way to the top, used everything that Harry has given to you in love to reap the benefits for your career.”

“So, this is how it is, yeah?” YN sits forward, resting her elbows on her knees, “You wanna know about Harry’s music, and when the next tour is, and what inspired every song and for me I get, are you a fucking addict and are you sleeping with Harry to use him? Are you fucking serious?”

“I’m only asking what everyone else will be thinking,” Christopher states, his face just as calm as it was before.

“Well fuck you for asking,” And with that she stands up, throwing the notebook on the table and storming out of the room.

As she leaves, she spots Harry talking to another one of the producers outside. His conversation immediately holts when he spots her, and he’s excusing himself to walk over to her.

“Hey, hey what’s wrong?” He asks, placing his hand on her cheek but she shakes him off.

“Nothing, nothing’s wrong,” She shakes her head, knowing that she cannot lie for shit but also that Harry can always tell when something isn’t right with her, “I’m, uh, going to go for a drive.”

“Want me to come with you?” He asks but she shakes her head, leaning forward to place a kiss on his cheek.

“No, no,” She fakes a smile, “You go back in there, you’re so close to finishing.”

“Okay,” He nods, leaving his hand on her until the very last second.

All she knew is that she needed to get the fuck out of there – and she needed a drink.

YN doesn’t know what possessed her to think it was a good idea to drive to the liquor store, or what possessed her to think it was a good idea to go inside and buy a bottle of whisky but here she was. It was then that she drove to the beach, parked up and made her way to the sand.

At this point, she hadn’t drunk any of it. It was just there, in front of her staring at her. This was the worst low that she has had since leaving rehab, and the main issue is that her main support system, Harry, wasn’t here. YN’s almost positive that if she told him what Christopher had been saying that he’d be supportive of her, and he wouldn’t believe all of the bullshit that he was saying.

There was just that one part of her, that one fucking part that believed that he would believe the prick, and that would be it. She would lose him over some fucking bullshit from a fucking journalist that didn’t know shit about her or him or their relationship.

When the temperature dropped, and YN realised that she had been sitting on the beach for a few hours she made her way back to the car, the bottle of whisky still clutched in her hand. In the car, she placed the bottle in the glove box beneath papers so that nobody could see it at first glance. She hadn’t had any though, that was for certain.

She drove home, and this time to her and Vivienne’s apartment and not to Harry’s house. She couldn’t see him right now. She just needed a break and a night with Vivienne if the girl was there. When she walked inside, she dropped her keys on the table and kicked her shoes off, smiling when she heard the sound of humming from the kitchen and the smell of something good.

“Viv!” She called, making her way towards the sound, “Is that you?”

“It is!” Vivienne called back, smiling when YN walked through the door, “And I have Ed’s.”

“Oooh,” YN exclaimed as she leaned against the counter, a big smile crossing her face, a true smile, for the first time in a few hours.

Ed’s diner was so close to their apartment that it was one of the places where they had really grown as friends. It was twenty-four hours, and that meant when they stumbled home from a night on the strip in the early hours of the morning, Ed’s was always there and waiting for them.

“Did you get me the chicken?” YN asks, walking over to the cupboard and grabbing two glasses – one that she filled with wine for Vivienne and sweet tea that she filled for herself.

Vivienne turns to look at YN, completely flabbergasted that the girl would even ask such a question, “Did I get you the chicken? I pray those words didn’t just come out of your mouth.”

YN looks at her deadpan and then raises one of her eyebrows, “Did you?”

“Of course, I fucking did! I know what your favourite is!”

YN laughs and carries the drinks towards the sofa, Vivienne bringing the food. It didn’t take long for both of them to start tucking in once they were seated, a comfortable silence washing between them apart from the sound of the stereo playing.

“So,” Vivienne starts, wiping some sauce from the corner of her mouth, “Harry phoned.”

“He did?” YN raises one of her eyebrows, her eyes not lifting to meet hers.

“He did,” Vivienne repeats, her own eyebrows raising, “Says you walked out of the studio today, and didn’t come back.”

“So, what if I did?” YN shrugs, “It’s not like I have to fucking be there.”

“YN,” Vivienne starts, placing her food down so that she could turn towards the girl without the fear of knocking it, “This isn’t like you, what happened? Was it Harry?”

“No, it wasn’t Harry he’s –” YN shook her head, not wanting to cry, “He’s fine, it’s nothing Vivienne I promise.”

“Okay,” She finally nods, “But when you’re ready to talk, you know I’m here.”

YN smiles at her friend, “Thank you.”

“Anyway, we need to be celebrating tonight anyway,” Vivienne starts, “Because I’ve landed myself a pretty fucking good gig.”

“And what’s that?”

“Pamela, and her band, have asked me to come on tour with them,” Vivienne beams, “As their photographer."

YN beams a smile at her friend, so happy for her, "And as her girlfriend I imagine.”

It was Vivienne’s turn to act sheepish. She was obviously completely enamoured by this new relationship, and YN was happy to just have a change of subject. She didn’t want to burden Vivienne whilst she was so happy, and that was why YN decided that she would just be there for her friend.

“That as well.”

“I’m so happy for you Viv,” YN reaches over and grabs her friend's hand, “I’ve never seen you so happy.”

“Yeah,” Vivienne smiled, gripping YN’s hand just as tight, “Fucking look at us babe, taking the world by storm.”

“YN,” It was Jeff that called her attention from across the studio, “I have something for you.”

“What is it?” YN furrowed her eyebrows.

“It’s from Christopher, addressed to you,” Jeff passes her the envelope, and she thanks him.

It had been a week since that prick had left, and none of them had spoken anything about him since he’d gone. In fact, none of them had said anything about what had happened when YN had stormed out, not even Harry, and she was thankful for that. In all honesty, though, they had been busy. Today was their last day in the studio (hopefully) as Harry’s album was basically finished. It had been a long time coming but she was thankful because now she could move onto her album and truly get herself back into the thing she loved again.

YN dropped down on the sofa and opened the manila folder, a cigarette dangling from her lips as she did so. She took the sheet of paper out of it, and her head started to ring as she read it.

YN YLN: The Rise from Her Fall by Christopher Thomas

YN YLN rose to fame and in what seemed to be a snap of her fingers it was all gone – that is until now.

For those who don’t know, YN YLN found her fame after being brought onto the stage by Rock N’ Roll legend Harry Styles during one of his gigs on the strip, here in L.A. Back then she was just the daughter of a Senator and a Socialite in Los Angeles, in the public eye but not really.  From there, they recorded a song together and YLN even opened for him on his tour – that was until she cancelled halfway through.

When I asked YLN about this at a party in the Hills, she described the reason for her disappearance as an ‘illness,’, and yet when I asked again, recounting the knowledge of her apparent overdose – YLN stormed off without a word. Whilst we don’t know the true reason for her leaving, illness or overdose, fans have been waiting for her return and that time is upon them.

Walking into the studio for what I assumed to be my first day with interviewee Styles, I was greeted by YLN as well. They explained that not only were the two an item, but they had been writing their prospective records together for the past few months. A shock to me, but to everyone around they looked like a well-oiled machine.

Writing an album, as intimate as that is with anyone, must have been something to those two-singer songwriters with their budding romance. When Harry had an idea, YN would help flush it out and vice versa. For each song on each of their albums, just always have it in your mind that they wrote it together – it changes your entire perspective.

After what could only be described as a very romance-heavy conversation about horns, I questioned YLN about the public opinion surrounding her relationship with Harry. How, to the public eye, it looks as though this ‘romance’ that has blossomed might have all been an ingenious plan to help further her career.

I was on the receiving end of an outburst from YLN at this point that I can neither confirm nor deny these rumours, but with the information that YLN not only left the studio but didn’t return for the rest of the day – your own opinion can be forged from this information.

One thing I will say is that when Styles’ album comes out, and subsequently YLN’s – fans and not will be in for the ride of their lives.

YN couldn’t read any more of it. She wanted to scream and cry and laugh all at the same time. Instead, she screwed up the manila folder and the envelope and shoved it down on the sofa, her hands coming to thread through her hair.

YN didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know whether to talk to Harry and maybe he would talk to Jeff and get the article pulled, or maybe if she spoke to Kenneth then he’d be able to get it pulled. YN didn’t know what to do in all honesty.

She looked up at Harry, standing at the desk with the producer, bouncing along as they played the final mix for Music for a Sushi Restaurant which was the song that Harry finally got his horns on. He looked so happy. So, so fucking happy and YN couldn’t do this to him. He wrapped his arm around Keith, and whilst both of them were distracted she slipped out of the room.

YN didn’t cry, and she didn’t scream instead she just kept her eyes facing straight ahead and walked straight out of the studio doors. She walked over to her car, opened the glove box, and grabbed the bottle.

And this time, she did drink.

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: fourth chapter! i'm so sorry that this has taken so long, work really has been kicking my arse but I've finally managed to get this out for you and I really hope you enjoy it! this is probably the chapter you've all been waiting for (me too don't worry) and i would really love to hear all of your thoughts about it so please come and chat to me about it!!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, talk of rehab and drug overdose, sexual content, a fucking amazing green camper and harry being a 70s rockstar pt.4 but also the guy of all our dreams.

𝐩𝐥𝐬 𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟑 here

Minnesota, Winter 1973

“Morning Fiona,” YN smiled at another woman in the facility as YN passed her, making her way towards the conservatory.

The conservatory was YN’s favourite room in the entire facility. It was light, with windows on each of the walls as well as one of the most comfortable sofas that YN had ever sat on. It was decorated with pillows and flowers, and sort of had an old person feel about it, but YN didn’t mind. In fact, it had a very comforting feel about it. It was calm, and relaxing and it was a place where YN could come and do whatever she wanted to do.

In the first few weeks that she was at the facility, YN would spend every minute that she wasn’t sleeping, eating or in therapy in that room. Whilst she was going through the heaviest part of her withdrawals, where she was getting used to everything being real again it was the only place that she could truly feel like herself. At that point, she would just sit there and think. She would think about everything that she had done, and everything that had been done and reflect.

The drugs were bad, and the abuse of them was even worse but the thing that upset YN the most, and she had to work through the most was everything that she’d done to Vivienne and Harry. All that the two of them had done was to help her – they truly did care about her, and she had repaid them by fucking things up to the highest degree.

That room was one of the places where YN had truly started to feel like herself again, and she was thankful for it.

“YN!” One of the workers, Mary, called from the next room.

“Yes, Mary?” YN called back, standing up from the sofa that she was sitting on.

“There’s a call for you.”

YN didn’t hesitate to pick up her pace and make her way to the phone. She placed the receiver up to her ear and leaned against the wall.

“Hello?”

“Hi babe!” It was Vivienne, and YN almost squealed there and then.

“Viv!” YN laughed, “How are you?”

“I’m good babe, I’m good,” She laughed, “How are you? How is it there?”

“It’s good, Viv, it’s good,” YN laughs, “I’m doing good, I’m doing better.”

YN had been at the facility now for just over a month. It was the first time that she had spent Christmas not at home. Before leaving home, Christmas was a day that she spent with her family and would count down the hours until bedtime, but when she moved in with Vivienne – Christmas was the day that they ate shitty food and just spent together. It was difficult, but all YN had to remember was that she was doing this so she could have much happier Christmases in the future without any influences.

Now that she had done a month, it was time to start discussing when YN was coming home.

“I’m glad, babe,” YN could hear Vivienne’s smile through the receiver, “Anyway, I was just phoning about coming to pick you up.”

“Viv, I’m so excited to see you,” YN sighs leaning her head against the wall, smiling like crazy.

YN knew that her being in rehab was something that she had to do, and she was doing it because she needed to get better. But one of the things that she was really struggling with was being away from Vivienne. It was worse than tour because this time she didn’t have the booze and the drugs to forget – instead she had to think about it.

One of the things that YN didn’t realise was how much she would think of Harry. Being sober and thinking back on what Harry had done for her, she started to realise how much he did actually care about her. Apart from that one kiss, YN honestly thought that he was a shot in the dark but then again, maybe it was the drugs talking. Now, all she could think about was the next time that she saw him and what she would say.

She just didn’t think that it would be so soon.

“There’s a slight problem with that,” Vivienne sighed, “YN, I’m really sorry but I can’t pick you up.”

“Oh,” YN couldn’t help but feel a slight disappointment about it, “Why? Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine, babe, I promise,” YN lets out a sigh of relief, “It’s just, I’m leaving town for a few days to do a photo shoot for a band at a festival in Hawaii. I tried to cancel it, YN, but this could be my big break.”

“Don’t worry, Viv, really don’t,” YN shrugs, “I’m really happy for you.”

“Thank you, YN, really,” YN can hear Vivienne’s smile again and YN felt relaxed again. All she had to do now was figure out what she was going to do, “Anyway, we’ve made a plan.”

“What?” YN furrows his eyebrows, “Who are we? And what’s the plan?”

“Harry and I,” YN’s eyes widen, “We’ve sorted it all out. Harry’s going to come and pick you up in two days and bring you home, babe.”

“He said yes to that?” YN can’t help but be a little shocked by the entire thing.

Vivienne laughs, “It was his idea, babe.”

“Really?” YN’s butterflies erupt with some of the biggest butterflies she’s had in a while, “Okay, thank you… and thank Harry for me, yeah?”

“You can thank him yourself, babe,” Vivienne laughs, “You’re going to be spending a lot of time with him soon.”

“Yeah,” YN chuckles, “You’re right, I should.”

“Have fun, yeah?” Vivienne laughs, “But not too much fun, don’t do anything that I wouldn’t do.”

YN laughed, “What wouldn’t you do?”

“Touché,” Vivienne laughs, “But be careful, yeah? Don’t rush into anything.”

“I will,” Even though it was bittersweet that YN wouldn’t be seeing Vivienne in a few days, she knew that this job was good for Vivienne, and she wasn’t going to get in the way of her friend. Anyway, it was only a few days, and she would see Vivienne, and everything would be back to normal, “Hey, Viv.”

“Yeah?”

“I love you,” Vivienne laughs, “And I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

“I love you too, babe. You’ll be back home before you know it.”

These next two days were going to be torture.  

YN had been dressed and ready for the past hour now. Her bag had been dropped off at the front reception, and she had brought herself to her favourite room and was sitting, waiting for Harry. Patience had never been YN’s strong suit, but sitting in that room listening to whatever vinyl was spinning just let the time pass a little easier.

When she had been getting dressed, there was a part of her that was excited to get dressed up. It felt amazing to dress up in her flared jeans, a floral top with flared sleeves and of course, her cowboy boots. YN was starting to truly feel like herself again.

Even though YN was excited to be coming home, it was also one of the more nerve-wracking things that YN had ever had to do. Life in rehab was hard, but it was also so much easier in a way. In rehab there wasn’t any temptation, there weren’t drugs or alcohol readily available at all times. Now, everything that YN had worked to get clean from would be there and all she had to do was remind herself that it wasn’t her anymore.

The drugs aren’t what made YN who she was, and she had spent the life that she loved so much getting too coked up to really enjoy it. It was her time to experience her life for herself, by herself with nothing getting in the way.

However, YN had a slight suspicion that it wasn’t going to be easy but nothing in life ever is, right?

“YN!” YN had been waiting for around an hour in the room, waiting for the moment that Mary called her, “It’s time to go.”

There was a spring in YN’s step as she stood up, almost skipping towards the front door. YN picked up her bag, gave Mary and Julian a hug goodbye and practically did skip out of the door. Her rush, however, was stopped when she looked up and saw Harry leaning up against a camper. It was amazing. It had a cream and green exterior and an orange curtain that she could see through the window. She was in love, and it was with a camper of all things, but it was the man who stood leaning against it that caused her to smile the most.

“What is this?” YN laughed, walking towards him until she stood straight in front of him.

“This,” He laughed, pulling his sunglasses off and hanging them from the collar of his shirt, “Is our camper.”

“Ours?” YN laughed, dropping her bag on the floor by them, “Why have we got a camper, Harry?”

Harry smiled, “This is how we’re getting home. We’re going to have a road trip.”

“Really?” YN’s face beams a smile, “I love it.”

“I thought you would,” He laughs, opening his arms and YN doesn’t even hesitate to walk over and throw her arms around his neck.

Not only was YN in love with the camper, but she couldn’t help the butterflies in her stomach at the fact that Harry had thought to do this for her. He squeezed her just as tightly as she squeezed him.

“Thank you,” She smiled into his shoulder.

Harry laughed and pulled away from her, “Shall we go and get some breakfast?”

“Yes!” YN grinned, picking up her bag and opening the side door to put it inside, “Can I drive?”

Harry laughed, “Like hell, you can.”

“What?” YN exclaimed, laughing as he looked at her with his eyebrows raised, “I’m not that bad.”

“Yes, yes you are,” He laughed, opening the passenger door so she could get in, “Vivienne’s told me all the stories.”

“Okay,” YN sits down and smiles as he closes the door, “Can I pick the music, though?”

“Of course.”

As they pulled away from the facility, YN turned and looked back at the building, and she couldn’t help but feel a little scared to be away from the safety of that place. That all changed though when YN felt Harry’s hand move over to grab hers. YN turned back to him, and after just one smile from him, she knew she was going to be okay because she had people like Harry and Vivienne who were there for her.

They pulled up outside a small diner on the outskirts of town and YN was happy to just go somewhere that sold proper greasy food. YN was just so excited for a proper stack of pancakes and a milkshake. As they parked the camper and got out, YN couldn’t even contain her excitement. She felt like she was a kid in a candy shop, and she rushed ahead in front of Harry and opened the door for him.

They sat down, accepted the coffee from the waitress and both didn’t hesitate to order. Harry laughed when YN ordered her pancakes and her milkshake. Harry got the same, but instead of a strawberry milkshake, he went for a vanilla one.

“How are you?” YN asked, taking a sip of her coffee, “How was the rest of the tour?”

Harry laughed, leaning back on his seat in the booth, “I’m good. The tour was… it was… shit without you.”

“Harry,” YN shakes her head, “You don’t have to say that. I knew it was difficult with me there.”

“In all honesty… I missed you,” Harry sighed, “It wasn’t the same without you there, but I was just happy that you were getting the help that you needed.”

YN bit her lip to stop her from smiling, “I missed you too.”

The waitress came with their milkshakes, as well as their pancakes and YN almost cried with happiness. Harry laughed as he watched her pour syrup all over her pancakes. He happily accepted the syrup from her, but hesitated as he watched her cut her pancakes up at eat them. When she noticed him watching, she finished eating and wiped her mouth with a napkin and smiled at him.

“What?” YN laughs, “Have I got something on my face?”

“No,” Harry shakes his head, “I’m just… happy.”

“Me too,” YN smiled, watching as he took a bite of his own pancakes, “Now hurry up, I can’t wait to get back in our camper.”

“I know you can’t,” Harry laughed.

The two of them continued eating their pancakes and sipping their milkshakes. YN tried Harry’s milkshake and decided she liked that better, and Harry didn’t even hesitate to swap with her. It was small action for Harry, that made her entire heart light up. It was almost as though these were things that Harry had done for her, and she hadn’t even noticed because she was too coked up to notice.

“You ready?” Harry asked her after he had paid.

“Yeah,” YN laughed, sliding herself out of the booth and linking her arm with Harry’s as they walked back to the camper, “Where did you even find this thing?”

“Someone put an ad for it in the newspaper, and the second I saw it I knew what to do,” He laughed, opening the door for the second time today for her.

YN smiled, “Thank you.”

“C’mon,” He laughed, motioning for her to get in the camper, “We need to get on the road.”

“Okay,” YN hopped in the car, enjoying the feeling of Harry’s hand on the small of her back to help her.

When they were all settled on the highway, YN looked over at Harry and caught him staring right at her. The windows were down, YN’s hair was blowing in the wind but she didn’t care, her feet were on the dash and her arm was out of the car, her sleeve blowing with the wind. YN doesn’t think that she’d ever been as happy as she was right now, and Harry couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Apart from when he had to focus on the road because that was obviously very important. ‘Son of a Preacher Man,’ was playing over the stereo, per YN’s request obviously because it was a song, and they were both singing along like their lives depended on it.

“The only one who could reach me/ Was the son of a preacher man/ The only boy who could ever teach me/ Was the son of a preacher man/ Yes, he was, he was, oh, yes, he was.”

The smile that was on YN’s face was one for the record books. All of the drugs, the life that she had left was all behind her. Now, it was time to focus on her music. It was time for her to be on tour, but on her own tour – not the opening act for one. Even though she was clean, and she thought it would be easier to write and yet she hadn’t written a single word of a song. It was difficult for her to grasp, but she just knew that she needed to wait and then the inspiration would come, and then her life would be back on track again.

They drove for fifteen hours on the first day. They had planned to do twelve and then stop somewhere for a break, but they were still okay, so they carried on. They had a few stops at gas stations for a lot of snack refills and drinks and kept each other going with little games and singing all of their favourite songs. It was at hour fifteen that found a nice little campsite in Wyoming and decided that would be where they stayed for the night. For it is the start of the year, and in the middle of winter, the campsite was empty, and they perfectly understood why.

YN wrapped a shawl around herself and a blanket and leaned against the edge of the camper whilst Harry hooked all of the necessary things up. YN made some green tea, which had become one of her favourites during her time at rehab. She made Harry a cup, and even though his face said that he didn’t like it, he still pretended that he did. That was when YN laughed, poured it out and made him a coffee.

Harry went to shower, and YN had decided that she would make it cosier and also warmer because the temperature had dropped. YN had lit two candles and placed them by the sink, and that was the only thing that illuminated the entire camper. She had pulled the bed out, which already had bedding on it thanks to Harry and made that more comfortable as well by adding about a thousand blankets on the top. Once she was happy with the bed, she pulled her hair up into a bun and started to change into one of her white tank tops and a pair of shorts to sleep in.

She moved herself to the corner of the van and started to remove her jeans. Just as she pulled them down, the door to the van opened. Even though Harry was there, YN didn’t stop. She knew that she was teasing him, but he didn’t close the door or leave. It started to make her think that maybe he did want this, and he did want her.

“Sorry,” He said, just as she was starting to pull her shorts on, “I’ll, just, uh, I’ll sleep up front.”

“Wait,” YN took a step towards him, “You don’t have to.”

“I, uh,” He scratched the back of his head, “I think it’s probably best that I do.”

“Okay,” YN nodded, and without even thinking she picked up a pillow and a blanket and gave it to him, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Yeah,” He accepted the pillows and the blankets from her with a nod, “See you in the morning, YN, sweet dreams.”

Once he had moved to the front of the camper, YN blew out and the candles and got into the bed. YN did think that tonight was going to end differently, and she was more upset about it than she would like to admit. YN just lay in silence, staring at the ceiling, and letting the tears fall down her face. YN didn’t know whether Harry could hear. She didn’t want him to, but then again maybe she did.

Maybe it was better that he didn’t stay with her because maybe he didn’t feel the same and it would save her the heartbreak.

When YN woke up the next morning, she was shocked to see Harry already awake sitting outside and making drinks. She didn’t know whether to go outside to him, but once she had fully woken up, she noticed that he was making his way inside with two cups of coffee.

“Morning,” He smiled at her, passing her one of the cups, “How did you sleep?”

“Good, thank you,” YN gave a small smile back, lifting the coffee to her lips and taking a sip, “How did you sleep?”

“Good as well, thank you,” It felt awkward, and YN didn’t like it. They had such a good day yesterday, and YN almost felt like it had been her fault that they were now like this, “I thought we could set off in ten minutes or so.”

“Okay,” YN nods, “I just need to get dressed.”

Harry motioned to the door, “I’ll pack up outside.”

YN dressed in a knitted dress with a plunging neckline that was nice but also warm, and of course she paired it with her cowboy boots. She packed up the camper to the best of her ability, and just as she finished Harry was making his way to the driver’s seat. She climbed in the passenger side and then they set off, in complete silence.

They had been in silence for at least two hours, just the radio playing between them. Harry was focusing on driving, and YN was looking out of the window at her side. YN wanted to say something to him, but she just didn’t know what to do. She hated the awkward energy and the silence. She had spent time in rehab being so excited about seeing him again, and then they had such a great day yesterday. She wasn’t going to let last night ruin this for her.

“I’m sorry for last night,” YN turned to Harry, biting her lip nervously as she did.

Harry gave a fleeting glance to YN before turning back to look at the road. He had one hand resting on the steering wheel, and the other was on the door.

“Why?” Harry still stared ahead as he spoke.

“I get that I should’ve stopped changing when you opened the door, and I didn’t, and now I’m sorry for that.”

Harry looked over at her again, but only for another second before his eyes were on the road.

“You don’t have to be sorry for that. I should be the one saying sorry to you, I should’ve left. I shouldn’t have watched.”

YN dropped her eyes to her lap, messing with some of the material of the dress, “I, uh, I wanted you to.”

Harry’s eyebrows raised as he turned to look at her, and at that point, she was actually looking at him.

“You, uh, did?” He cleared his voice as he spoke.

“I did,” YN looked back down at her lap, “Did you want to?”

Harry was quiet for a minute, and she could almost hear the thoughts whirring around his head. At this point, YN didn’t want him to lie, or make something up to protect her feelings – she just wanted to the truth, that’s all.

“I did want to look, YN,” YN looks at him, but he just keeps staring forward, “That’s why I did look. But you’ve just come out of rehab, YN, and I didn’t want to take advantage of you. I just… God, YN, if you knew what watching that did to me, and what you have always done to me. I just… want to make sure that it’s a good idea and that you’re not rushing anything before…”

He swallowed, as though he was getting rid of the lump in his throat.

“Before I’m back to normal,” YN sighed, “I know you probably don’t want to be with someone who is a recovering addict.”

“Hey, hey, hey, no,” Harry reaches over and grabs her hand, “I never said that, I don’t think that. I just want to make sure that you’re okay, and that I’m not rushing you into anything.”

YN laughed, shaking her head, and placing her other hand on top of Harry’s. Again, it was her not truly thinking straight, and seeing that all he cared about was her and that was why he didn’t stay with her last night.

“You’re not rushing me into anything,” YN shook her head, “I’ve wanted to spend time with you like this since the first day we met probably, but life just had other plans.”

“We’re here now, though, right?”

“We are.”

They had planned on driving as close to Nevada as they could, but they were both exhausted after ten hours and decided to just set up camp for the night in Utah. They had eaten at a diner where YN had inhaled a burger whilst Harry laughed at her when she had mayo all over her face.

When they made it back to the camper, YN did everything that she did last night. YN lit the candles, set the bed up and even turned the stereo on so there was light music in the camper. Whilst she did all of this, Harry was lying on the bed watching her, floating around the camper, and doing everything that made her happy and that made him happy.

YN made herself tea and offered Harry a coffee, but he said that he’d just have tea like her. She knew that he wouldn’t like it, but he was still trying to pretend that he did for her, so she made him one. She passed him the cup, and she couldn’t help but laugh at his face again.

“I’m sorry,” Harry made a gagging face and placed the cup down on the side, “But how the hell do you drink this stuff?”

“It’s good for you, and it really doesn’t taste that bad,” She laughed, taking a sip of her own tea and Harry even made a face at that.

“Give it here,” She leant forward and grabbed his mug, “I’ll put it in the sink.”

As YN turned around and placed the mug in the sink, using the tap to rinse it out. YN turned around, and that was when she noticed that she was now trapped between Harry’s arms. She laughed and placed her hands on his biceps.

“What are you doing?” She laughed.

YN couldn’t say anything else because then his lips were on hers.

YN pulled back, her eyes fluttering over his face to check for any sort of regret but when she saw none, she leaned back into him, wrapping her arms around his neck whilst his wrapped around her waist. It felt so good to be with him again, to be kissing him again. YN could feel Harry’s hands moving downward until they were under her, so she could jump and wrap her legs around his waist. There wasn’t much room in the camper anyway, and YN had no idea how they could get closer to each other but here they are.

“Harry,” YN mumbled against his lips, “Take me to the bed.”

He pulled away, resting his forehead on hers, “Are you sure?”

“Please,” YN nodded, catching his lips in another kiss, “Please, Harry, I want you.”

Harry stumbled them over to the bed, dropping her down lightly and climbing on. YN pushed herself up towards the top of the bed as Harry hovered over her. They didn’t stop kissing each other, and when Harry moved to kiss down her neck, YN couldn’t help her body writhing underneath him.

Harry slowly began to roll his hips towards her, as he continued moving down her neck and all over her collarbone. He kissed the dips of her collarbone and then moved across her chest slowly, her hands reaching up to his hair. YN ran her hands down his back and grabbed the end of his shirt. He removed his lips from her and helped her pull his shirt up and off. Then it was her turn, with him grabbing the end of the slip she was wearing and pulling it over her head. He didn’t even think about it, he just did it and then he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

He also didn’t really think when he slipped his hands under her and pulled her on his lap. She straddled him, and he leaned forward and kissed her neck again, tilting her head to give him more access as she ran her hands through his hair. Her hips were grinding down on him, and she could feel him through the thin material of his sweatpants, seeing as though she was only in the thin material of her panties.

He pushed his thumb into the material of her panties and pulled them down, allowing her to drop back on the bed again. He didn’t even hesitate to lean down between her legs, allowing them to rest on his shoulders. He kissed down in a straight line before veering off to one thigh, kissing the inside of it slowly. He kissed all the way to her centre and kissed there too.

YN’s back arched off the bed, and Harry truly didn’t hesitate to dive right in. He teased her slightly, which had her withering under him. He ran his tongue up and down her slit before circling around her clit. YN didn’t know what was in the air of this camper, but she had never felt like this when having sex before in her life.

Her heavy breathing was all that could be heard in the camper, along with the slight squeak of the bed as she moved up and down.

“Harry,” YN breathed out his name her thighs automatically clamping around his head, “Please, don’t stop.”

YN continued to writhe, as he circled around her clit and interested two fingers into her. That was when the deep breaths turned into little wines, and then when she hit that point, she screamed his name in a whine. She knew that she had probably clamped around his head a little too tight, and also grabbed onto his hair a little too tight. It wasn’t her fault; she just hadn’t ever had sex sober before and it was completely different.

“Jesus Christ,” Once she could feel her legs again, she sat up, moving herself towards him, “Has it always felt like that?”

Harry laughed and accepted a kiss from her. That was when she climbed to straddle him again, helping him out of his joggers. He continued to kiss her as she moved her hand up and down him, straddling him and lining her entrance up with him.

Harry kissed her neck, and down her chest until he took her nipple in his mouth just as she slid down, feeling full by him. YN dropped her head back, crying out as she sat there and got adjusted to his size before she started to move. It felt like this was the missing piece to the puzzle, and the second she started rotating her hips she couldn’t help but groan.

“Fuck, YN,” Harry lifts his head up and leans it on her shoulder, “You, okay?”

“Better than okay,” YN closes her eyes as he grabs her hips, helping them both find a rhythm together, “Harry, I’m –”

YN started to move faster, bringing herself closer to the edge. Harry placed his hands on her ass to help move her faster and closer to the edge.

“YN, look at me,” YN opened her eyes and looked straight at Harry, resting her forehead on his and both of their hips moved together in rhythm, “I want to see you come for me, come on me.”

YN nods, catching his lips with hers. She pulled away, groaning against his lips as her head tipped back once more. It didn’t take long at the pace that they were going for her to come, his name leaving her lips in a whine. The pure sight of it brought Harry closer to his own climax, the two of them riding it out together.

YN’s head fell down onto Harry’s shoulder as she caught her breath. Neither of them was in a rush to move. They just wanted to stay as close as they possibly could. Harry wrapped his arm around her back, placing a kiss on her forehead that was covered in sweat, but he didn’t care. They sat there for a minute before she slipped off him and moved to grab her slip from the floor, Harry sitting behind her and placing a kiss between her shoulder blades.

YN laughed and dropped her head back on his shoulder, “I can’t believe we waited this long to do that.”

“Me neither,” He laughed, placing a kiss on her cheek, “But at least now we don’t have to wait again.”

“We do, Mr,” YN laughs, standing up and pulling her slip all the way down, “My legs have just stopped shaking.”

Harry laughed, wrapping his arms around the girl’s legs as she placed her hands on his shoulder, “Don’t ever tell Vivienne I said this, but I’m glad that it’s just the two of us.”

YN laughed, “I promise I won’t if you promise not to tell her that I agree.”

When Harry and YN woke up the next day, they tangled up in each other under YN’s seven blankets with the sun slipping through the curtain of the camper’s windows. YN woke up first, her head resting on Harry’s chest. He still had his eyes closed, and the curl of his hair rested on his forehead. YN smiled, and without even thinking pushed the curl out of his face.

He jumped slightly at the feeling of her fingers on his face, his features scrunching up before his eyes finally opened.

“Morning,” YN smiled, pressing a kiss to Harry’s pouting lips.

Harry sighed and pulled her closer pressing another kiss to her forehead, “Morning.”

YN let Harry stir for a little, easing him into the morning with a cup of coffee. YN went and showered and left Harry to get ready. She was dressed in a pair of white flared pants and one of Harry’s shirts that she had picked up last night. It wasn’t that she just wanted to wear Harry’s clothes, it was actually a life-or-death situation with how cold it was. She couldn’t wait to get back to Los Angeles where even in winter it was still semi-hot.

Once they were both dressed, they grabbed breakfast at a diner and then were back on the road for their last ten hours of the journey. Harry was still driving, and YN still had her feet on the dash whilst singing along to Linda Ronstadt whilst studying a map with her finger. Harry just couldn’t believe last night happened, and every time he looked at her, he couldn’t help but beam.

Just as they were pulling into Las Vegas, YN couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

Harry turned to her fleetingly, his eyebrows furrowing, “What?”

“Nothing,” YN shook her head, tucking some of her hair behind her ear.

“No, you’ve got to tell me now,” Harry smiled at her, “I can’t take the suspense.”

“It’s just Las Vegas,” YN laughed, “We could pull over and get hitched.”

Harry smiled and laughed for a minute and then his face dropped, “A Vegas wedding isn’t your dream, is it?”

YN shrugged, “As long as I’m happy, a Vegas wedding could be my dream. But then again, I couldn’t get married without Vivienne or I wouldn’t live to see my honeymoon.”

Harry laughs and carries on driving, putting Las Vegas behind them. The rest of the car ride was quiet, but they didn’t mind. The second that they entered California, YN felt so happy to be back on home soil. The only problem was the fight to stay sober which had been so simple in Minnesota wasn’t going to be so simple here. The one thing that YN knew she was going to be able to do now was write.

After last night, there were so many ideas and thoughts going through her head that she just trying to keep a hold of them so she could get them down properly later.

“Hey,” Harry turned to YN, watching as the girl turned her head to look at him, “Are you, uh, wanting to go home?”

“What do you mean?” YN laughed, “Wasn’t that the main point of this?”

“I just thought,” Harry stops at a red light and turns to YN again, “Maybe because Viv’s still away, you’d maybe want to come stays with me for the night?”

YN bites her lip, reaching over to grab Harry’s hand. Every time that man opened his mouth, he surprised her. There was one thing that YN did need from her and Viv’s apartment though.

“Is it okay if we swing by the apartment though?” YN asked, “There’s a song that I want to get down, and I need my guitar.”

Harry didn’t even hesitate. He made his way towards their apartment and stopped outside.

“Do you want me to come in with you?” He asked but YN shook her head, leaning over to press a kiss to his lips.

“Thank you,” YN smiled, “But I’m only going to be a minute.”

YN got out of the camper and made her way up the stairs. YN knew that Vivienne had her keys, but it didn’t take long to find the one that YN put in the plant pot in cases like this where she knew that she would need to get in and didn’t have a key.

It felt so good to be home, especially when she walked inside, and everything felt normal. She dropped the key on the kitchen counter and made her way towards her room. As she was passing one of the cabinets, she nearly cried when she saw a new photo in a frame on the side. It was a photo that YN didn’t even know had been taken from the show that she did when her album had been released. It made YN tear up a little bit, and it made YN happy that Vivienne was so proud of her.

When she walked into her bedroom, it was exactly how YN remembered it but not at the same time. All of the alcohol and the pills that YN had left in the room had been cleaned up and presumably thrown out. YN didn’t know if Vivienne had checked all of the places where YN hid her drugs, but YN didn’t care at this exact moment. Putting those thoughts out of her head, YN grabbed her guitar which was by the side of her bed and made her way out of the apartment, locking the door and putting the key back in the flowerpot as she did.

YN placed the guitar in the back of the camper and jumped back in the front, Harry laughed at the beaming smile that YN had on her face.

“How long have I got before we’re on a crunch with the song?” Harry laughed, knowing exactly what was going through her head.

It was nice that they were both songwriters because they both had the same way that their mind works when it came to writing the songs.

“About twenty minutes,” YN laughed, and Harry immediately started the camper.

“Well, we’ll make sure we’re there in twenty minutes.”

“Don’t talk to me, either,” YN was completely serious about this, “I’m going to sing it over and over in my head.”

The drive to Harry’s house wasn’t as far away as YN thought it was, and YN couldn’t believe this was Harry’s house when he pulled up. It was gorgeous, and it was right on the beach and YN almost cried at the sight of it. Harry pulled the camper right in front, and they both got out and it just felt so right. Harry grabbed the bags and YN grabbed her guitar and they walked inside the house.

YN’s mouth dropped. It was perfect. If anything, Harry was living in her dream home. YN didn’t give herself that much time because once she was inside, she basically ran to the sofa and dropped down on it.

YN started to strum the guitar, tuning it as she did so that it was perfect. That’s when she began to hash the chords out and fitted the melody on top and that was when she was ready.

“I know you were always there when I needed you/ No matter whatever I had done/ You were always there when I needed you/ You had the faith and strength that I never had/ I got caught up in the world where nothing was as it seems.”

At this point, YN didn’t even realise that Harry was now standing behind her listening to every word that came out of her mouth. He was in complete awe of the girl, even more so now how she had managed to think of this whilst he was driving. All YN could think was that she needed to get this out and written down as quickly as she could before not only, she forgot it, but inspiration left her.

“I’ve been in love and lost my senses/ Spared my soul each night that I’ve cried your words/ And yes I know why/ Because you were all I needed/ All I ever needed.”

The second that the song had finished, or as much as the song that was in her head, she was running back to her bag so that she could grab her notebook and write the lyrics down. Harry was leant on the back of the sofa, beaming at her as finally looked up once her ideas were down.

“What?” She laughed, walking over, and standing in between his legs, allowing him to place his hands on her hips.

“You just amaze me, that’s all,” He smiled, and YN bit her lip to suppress her smile.

YN shook her head, “The flattery isn’t necessary, Styles, you’ve already got me into your bed.”

Harry shakes his head, watching as YN turns out of his hands and attempts to walk away. It doesn’t last for long as Harry wraps his arms around her waist and stops her in her tracks.

“Oh, yeah?” He places a kiss on her neck, “Well my bed upstairs and I don’t see you in it.”

“And what are you going to do about that?”

“You’ll find out right now,” Harry laughs, spinning her around so that he could lift her up and wrap her legs around his waist.

YN was sitting on the end of Harry’s bed, as naked as the day she was born strumming her guitar with the view of the ocean filling her sight. Harry was lying on the bed, his back against the headboard and a newspaper and pen in hand whilst the two of them filled in a crossword.

“This is one for you,” Harry says, leaning forward slightly, “16th American President. 7 letters.”

YN laughed, “What? I’m supposed to know that because I’m American?”

“Well, yeah?” Harry laughed, moving so that he was sitting next to her, one of his resting behind her, “Aren’t all Americans obsessed with the presidents? Or if they aren’t, the school teaches you nothing but the presidents.”

“Well, you’re not wrong,” She laughs, taking one final glance at the crossword before smiling up at him, “It’s Lincoln.”

“I know I’m not,” He laughed, writing it down with a smile on his face.

YN continued to strum, every once in a while, her eyes fluttering from the sea out of the window to Harry, who had his lip between his teeth and seemed to be concentrating ever so hard on his crossword. It was at this point that an idea sprung into her head that she knew what she needed to do.

YN leaned her guitar against the bed and stood up, leaning over to grab the shorts that she had been wearing earlier as well as one of Harry’s shirts that had been disregarded on the floor earlier in their rushed attempts to undress. She buttoned up the shirt so that her chest was covered and grabbed her shoes as well.

“Where are you going?” Harry asked, dropping his crossword on the bed, and looking at her with his eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m going to the beach,” She grinned, grabbing her sunglasses from the side.

Harry laughed, “Right now?”

“Yeah,” She laughed, “The beach is right there, and I never go. So, I’m going to the beach.”

Harry laughs again, “Can I come?”

“I thought that was a given,” YN laughs, “But I’m not waiting for you, so hurry up!”

And with that, YN was out of the door and making her way towards the back door of the house which very conveniently opened to the beach. YN had lived in Los Angeles her entire life, and she could count the number of times that she had been to the beach on one hand. I bet Harry didn’t even know the number of times that he had been to the beach, especially because his house backed onto the beach.

The second YN reached the sand she was pulling her shoes off, wanting nothing more than to feel the sand between her toes. YN darted as far as she could out into the middle of the sand before stopping, just taking a deep breath, and allowing the sea air to wash over her.

YN forgot about the whole world revolving around her until she felt two arms wrap around her waist from the back. YN squealed as he lifted her up and spun her around, turning her in his arms as well so she was facing him. YN laughed, lifting her arms up to wrap them around his neck.

“What was that for?” She grinned, allowing her fingers to mess with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“That,” He laughed, bringing his hands so that they were rested on the small of her back, “Was for running off without.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” YN feigns with a pout on her lips.

“You will be,” Harry laughs and before YN knows anything they’re both toppled over in the sand, YN landing on top of Harry with a smile on her face.

YN laughed, leaning forward to capture his lips on hers as they lay on the beach, not a single other person in sight, no other sound but one of the waves crashing against the shore. This was something she could get used to – that she wanted to get used to. The feeling of being in Harry’s arms, of his lips on hers – it was a dream.

Once they pulled away from each other, mainly because they both needed some air to actually breathe, YN rested her head on Harry’s chest and rested her hand on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her, trying to pull her tighter if that was even possible. This scenario right here was the exact thing that had gotten YN through rehab, the thought that this was waiting for her on the other side was all that she needed. The only other thing that she needed was Vivienne, but she would see the girl tomorrow and YN could wait.

When she finally lifted her head up again, resting her chin on Harry’s chest so she could look at him. He had a slight furrow in his eyebrows, creating a crease between them. YN lifted her finger up to his face, running it along the frown line until it disappeared.

“What are you thinking about?” She asked, running her finger along his cheekbones now.

He grinned, grabbing her hand so that he could place a kiss on the tip of her finger, “I’m not thinking about anything.”

“Obviously you are,” YN laughs, shaking her head, “Come on, out with it.”

He sighs. At first, YN thought that it was just going to be something stupid, or something cute that they would’ve laughed at but then YN thought that it might be something a little more than that. It was by his hesitation mainly, but YN didn’t allow herself to dwell on it. Harry would tell her if it was important, but then again maybe he wouldn’t.

“I’m going back in the studio next week,” He says after a few beats, “And… I want you to come with me.”

YN sits up now, fully, pushing herself up so she’s looking at him. That wasn’t exactly what she was thinking was going to come out of his mouth, in all honesty, he didn’t think that was going to be it at all.

“What, uh,” She hesitates, coughing to clear her throat slightly, “What do you mean?”

“What I said,” He laughed, sitting up beside her as well and reaching over for her hand, “I want to write my next album with you, and maybe we can write yours.”

“Together?”

“Together,” He brought her hand up to place a kiss on the back of it.

It didn’t take long for YN’s face to beam the biggest smile possible and fling her arms around the man again. Out of everything, music was the thing that first bonded them and if they were able to do that again, this time with a full album, maybe even two – she was going to jump at the opportunity.

“So?” He asked one more time, pulling away so that he could look at her again, “You in?”

“Yes,” YN laughed, leaning forward to kiss his lips, “Yes, yes, a million times yes.”

“Well then, you better get your thinking cap on,” He laughed, “Because we’re gonna have fucking songs to write.”

“My thinking cap?” YN scoffed, nudging his shoulder with hers, “You’re saying that to the girl who just wrote a masterpiece on a road trip?”

“Yeah, only because I was focusing on driving,” Harry laughed, “All you had to do was sit there and look pretty.”

“Sit there and look pretty?” YN scoffs, pulling away from Harry and standing up, “Is that all you think I’m good for?”

“I mean,” Harry shrugged, pushing himself up from the sand to follow her. YN squealed when his hands wrapped around her waist again, “I suppose you can sing fine too.”

“Fine?” YN scoffed, trying to weave her way out of Harry’s arms, “I can sing fine? You cheeky son of a bitch.”

“I’m a cheeky son of a bitch?” Harry laughed, swinging his arms around her legs so that he could pick her up, “I’ll show you cheeky son of bitch.”

“Harry, no,” YN’s face dropped when she realised what Harry was doing, “No, Harry, it’s cold and you’re going to drop me.”

Harry laughed, walking them forward until his feet were in the water, “I’m not going to drop you.”

“Harry the water is freezing!” YN squealed as some drops from a wave hit her skin.

“Is it? I didn’t even notice,” He shrugged, “I don’t even think it’s that bad. You want to try?”

“Harry, no,” YN gripped his bicep as he pretended to drop her, but caught her not long after letting go, “Harry, get out of the water we’re going to freeze.”

Harry actually listened to her and started to walk out of the water, “You do know I wouldn’t have actually dropped you.”

“I know,” YN laughed, “Because I would have actually killed you.”

Harry laughed, “That wouldn’t have been very nice.”

“No,” YN laughed, “It wouldn’t.”

They were both beaming, but that didn’t stop them from leaning forward to kiss each other, and then for Harry to carry YN all the way back to the house.

YN stood looking at herself in the mirror. She was post-shower the next morning, her hair still damp from the water and a toothbrush dangling from her lips. She wasn’t going to lie and say that she didn’t enjoy sneaking a peek into Harry’s cupboards and cabinets.

“YN!” Harry called from what she guessed was the kitchen.

“Yeah?” The sound was muffled due to the toothbrush hanging out of her mouth, but she didn’t care.

“Someone’s here for you!”

YN furrowed her eyebrows and spat the toothpaste out of her mouth, “Give me a second!”

YN wiped her mouth and splashed her face with some water and walked out of the bathroom. At this point, YN was happy that Harry lived in a one-story house because it meant that she only had a few steps to take before she was in the living room.  

When YN did, and she saw her favourite person in the whole world sat on the sofa waiting for her she couldn’t help the tears that collected in her eyes.

“Surprise!” Vivienne opened her arms and accepted the hug that the YN came bounding towards her with, “Hi babe.”

“Hi,” YN mumbled in her neck, giving her a squeeze before pulling away to look at Vivienne’s face, “I thought you weren’t back until tomorrow.”

“Change of plan,” She laughed, especially when YN wrapped her arms around her again, “We wrapped up late last night and I caught the first flight back that I could this morning.”

“I’ve missed you so much.”

“Me too, babe, me too.”

When YN joined Vivienne on the sofa, it was as though no time had passed. They immediately sprung into a conversation, talking about Vivienne’s job and how the trip to Hawaii was and then the harder conversations about rehab and how YN was doing. YN tried to ignore the guilt that racked up in her body when Vivienne’s eyes started to tear up when mentioning the overdose, and her road to recovery.

Harry brought them both tea but busied himself in the kitchen so that he wasn’t impeding on the conversation and YN was thankful. She needed to do this for herself and speak about it freely with the girl she cared about the most, but it was nice to know that he was only a room away, supporting her silence.

“YN,” Vivienne reached over and grabbed her hand, “I’m so fucking proud of you.”

“No,” YN shook her head, “If anything, I need to be saying how sorry I am to you. I had a problem, and I was too fucked up to see it. You saw it, both you and Harry did, and I ignored it. I ignored it until it was too late.”

“It wasn’t too late,” Vivienne shakes her head, “You’re still here, aren’t you?”

“I am,” YN nodded, bringing Vivienne’s hand up to place a kiss on the back of it, “And I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me now.”

“Good,” Vivienne moves closer so that their arms are pressed together, “Because you do know if you died, I’d have to kill you.”

YN laughed, placing her head on top of her friends, “I’ll take your word for it.”

Harry, it turned out, had been cooking up a storm for them in the kitchen. YN’s mouth salivated at the sight of waffles with maple syrup being placed down in front of her. It was almost as though that man knew the key to her heart, and that sweet breakfast foods were certainly that.

It wasn’t her fault that she had a sweet tooth, and it certainly wasn’t her fault when she had to venture back into the kitchen to get more syrup.

“Next time I’ll just bring it out, yeah?” Harry laughed, running his hand down her back as she walked past.

YN scoffed and sat back down next to Vivienne, “You should have already known that.”

YN could feel Vivienne’s eyes burning into the back of her skull, but she ignored it and spooned another mouthful of waffle in. When she finally did turn to look at the girl, YN was surprised to see her eyebrows raised at her.

“What?” YN mumbled, confused as to why her friend was acting so strange.

“Nothing,” Vivienne shook her head, looking back down at her own waffle with a sly grin on her face.

“There’s obviously something,” YN pressed, wiping the corners of her mouth as she did so.

“No, it’s just…” The girl trailed off before laughing, “I’m glad you two finally worked on that sexual tension of yours.”

“Vivienne!” YN’s mouth dropped open, and she couldn’t even meet Harry’s eye but when she did turn to look at him, she wanted to smack that shit-eating grin off his face, “And what are you grinning about?”

“I mean,” He shrugged, “She’s not wrong.”

YN didn’t hesitate to pick up one of the couch pillows from the side of her and throw it in his direction. He moved out of the way so that it didn’t hit him but the thought was still there from her.

“No, in all honesty, I’m happy for you both,” Vivienne laughed, “I honestly don’t think I could’ve gone another week of watching this one pine over you.”

YN’s mouth drops open even more if that’s possible, “I didn’t pine!”

“Yes, yes you did.”

“Don’t worry,” Harry smiles at her, “I pined after you too.”

The three of them burst into laughter and as YN sat there, on Harry’s couch surrounded by her two-favourite people in the world she finally felt as though things may be looking up in her life, as though things may be okay.

If only she knew.

#rm

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he’s so REAL

#gavin & stacey is and will always be my comfort show

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Love On Tour: Cardiff II (via Itskerrypaul)

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lol

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WembleyStadium: Wembley Stadium 🤝 @Harry_Styles

Officially Harry’s house.

4/4 #LoveOnTour

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"That doesn't even make any sense! It was early. It was early." Love on Tour: London 2 via daydreamingharryy

#i still can’t believe i was there

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"We’re going to finish these shows and then I'm going to go away for a little bit, but I wanna tell you that I will miss you and I have loved you so so much over these last couple years." - Harry talking to the crowd at Wembley Stadium, June 16

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Harry on stage at Wembley, night IV - 17/06

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As It Was | London, UK 17/06

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Keep Driving | London, UK 17/06

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Harry out for a run in London - June 2023

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