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Tokyo 2017

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making the choice to think about this today and i am suffering

#crying

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The Edge of All We’ve Ever Known

A/N: I actually really kinda loved this idea so I’m finally trying out a little friends-to-lovers thing, so let’s see how it goes, also, yes, I gave the reader my job in this fic just because I still have not read one fic where she has said profession, so enjoy! (Also, my first full Harry fic so pls be kind x)

WC: 4,427

“Wow, so you’ve been close, like that the whole time? Was she closest with you when you were all in the band, too?” Elvis asked, a slideshow now playing of 1D concert pictures and Harry nodded.

“I’d say so, yeah. I mean, no words can actually describe how close and… connected we are. The best way I could ever sort of describe it, ‘s that she’s m’ soulmate.”

The weight of his statement sat heavily on his chest and it felt like he was choking. For some reason, admitting that aloud on a live radio station had him seeing stars, had him realising that maybe there was more behind it than just a platonic, undeniable soul-consuming connection.

Maybe there always had been more.

or

Y/N’s Harry’s best friend and he finally gets asked about her in an interview. 

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#i’m????????? so soft #SCREAMING #god this is so soft #fic rec

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inspiration struck :)

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Harry’s soft breath on your chest told you he was speaking. Other than the muffled sound of his voice, of course.

“What, baby? Can’t hear you good.” Your hands didn’t stop playing with the tufts of his hair; the few that stuck up and refused to be tamed.

“I said,” Harry pushed himself up off his cozy spot on your chest. “Your sweater is going to be more cat hair than wool soon.” Once seated properly, his hands busied themselves trying to pluck out as much cat hair from your sweater as possible. Your sweater.

It wasn’t.

Harry had shed it on your sixth date, claiming that you looked too cold to suffer without it. You’d forgotten to take it off, and Harry had never asked for it back. 

He’d wear it, in the beginning. He’d take it from the spot it had earned in your closet, tugging it over his knuckles every single time. But the more you started to wear it, the less Harry did. He’d worked it in for you, soft and stretchy fabric by the time it came to you. 

You’d never thought of it being completely your own, though. The sweater belonged to the both of you. But Harry saying ‘your sweater’ out loud made you realise how little it was his now.

“Take it off, petal, I’ll put it in the wash for you.” Harry motioned with his hands, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Huh?”

“Don’t tell me you like having Sushi’s hair on there.” Harry smiled through his words. 

“Uh… no.” You smiled back, pulling him back into your chest to lay there. “I like having this sweater on me.”

Harry chuckled, the sound vibrating into your chest. “You have other sweaters,” he said softly, his fingers gently digging into the flesh on your waist. He liked holding on.

“I like this one.”

Your sweater.

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