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justmystyles · 22 days

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This was so lovely! 😍

obsessed

summary: harry is your roommate, best friend … and crush 💃 he’s finally broken up with his girlfriend and you’re struggling to hide how you feel about him. loosely based on the song!!

warnings: none! fluffy fluff, teeny tiny bit of angst, mentions nudity

wordcount: 2.7k

a/n: i am a loud & proud olivia rodrigo stan sooo naturally i had to write something. it’s silly and cheesy and short! but i hope you enjoy!!

you can find my masterlist here and join my taglist here!! happy reading my loves 💖

“Guess who I saw today?”

“Who?” You didn’t even need to look up from your book to know Harry was about to throw himself down on the end of your bed, his coat and shoes still on. Every time you got home before him he’d bound into your room like a little labrador, too excited to see you to even drop his stuff down first.

“No, you have to guess.”

“Could’ve been anyone, H,” you told him, feigning reluctance as you closed your book and looked up at him. The second you heard his key rattling in the door you’d wait for the sound of your door bursting open, the butterflies in your stomach coming to life. But you’d never let him know that, so every day you’d pretend it was an annoyance to have him perched at your feet.

“Think of someone you really don’t like,” he persisted, a toothy grin nestled between his dimpled cheeks.

“Literally could be anyone.”

“Come on! Blonde hair, tall, pretty…”

Of fucking course. His stupid, evil, awful ex girlfriend. And naturally, the only way you could react to hearing about her was to reach over and shove him before crossing your arms over your chest. “Ow! What was that for?” Harry laughed, rubbing at his upper arm.

“I was having such a nice day. And then you have to come in and mention that.” It was massively childish, but you couldn’t help but feel violent every time you heard about her. She was fine for the most part, maybe a little too conceited for your taste, but she’d made Harry happy. But you’d watched from the outside as Harry went through relationships, and he always morphed into whatever version of himself he thought the girl would prefer. He stopped being your Harry, and your friendship would suffer for it. But you couldn’t say anything, could never treat his girlfriends with anything but a polite smile and quick conversation, unless you wanted to out yourself as a jealous little girl. And you definitely didn’t want to do that.

This time, however, the ability to hate her had been handed to you on a silver platter when she decided to go home with one of Harry’s friends on a night out. You were his shoulder to cry on, the one to make him smile again after days of moping around. So you had full permission to hate her, and you were relishing in it - as much as you could while still tiptoeing around Harry’s aching heart.

“She wants to meet for a coffee this week,” he told you, scrunching his eyes tight as he waited for another shove. When nothing came, he squinted over to see you rubbing at your temples. “Are you gonna?” you asked, brows furrowed as you imagined the two of them back together.

“Am I allowed?” Harry teased, turning round to lay on top of you, his face only inches from yours. “You’re a grown man, H. Couldn’t stop you even if I wanted to,” you told him, your voice void of any emotion.

“Dunno if it’s a good idea. She might find me too irresistible and then I’ll have to deal with that,” he grinned, not noticing the change in your face. You looked down as you felt your lip start to quiver, too proud to show how your heart sank. “I need to shower, H. Dinner after?” you asked, slipping out from under him and dragging your heavy limbs towards the door. He looked over at you with round, questioning eyes, only to be met by silence and a weak smile as you headed for the bathroom.

You barely got the door shut behind you before the tears came, hot and heavy drops rolling down your cheeks. You knew you couldn’t have Harry, but every minute spent with him had your heart breaking over and over again. Every little cuddle, every touch, lit you up with a fire that burned to the bones. But then you’d see the way he acts with a girlfriend, the way he loved someone, and all those moments you shared seemed silly and infantile. He was your best friend, nothing more and nothing less.

You sank to the floor, hugging your knees to your chest as the sobs wracked your body. You’d tried so hard to push away the feelings, to convince yourself that you were just confused and overwhelmed. He’s a friend, he’s a friend, he’s a friend, echoing around your mind. But deep down, you knew that no one could ever compare to Harry. He was yours, the only one to ever steal a piece of your heart.

“Y/n? M’coming in.” You froze as Harry’s voice came from the other side of the door, clamping a hand over your mouth to hold the sobs in. “I’m naked,” you called out, scrambling to your feet and wiping away your tears with your sleeve. But he opened the door anyway, stopping in the doorway when he saw your tear-stained face. “Didn’t even turn the shower on yet,” he muttered, glancing over at it.

“Why’re you crying?”

“M’not,” you whispered, choking out a giant sob as you turned your face away from Harry, sinking down onto the edge of the bath.

“Quite clearly are. Move,” he ordered, swatting you away before reaching to turn on the taps.

“What are you-”

“If you’re sad, I’m sad. And I like having a bath when I’m sad,” Harry shrugged, turning around to grab one of your bath bombs.

“I was gonna shower, you can’t-”, between the sobs, your confusion and the need for Harry not to know why you were crying, you could barely string a sentence together.

And when Harry pulled off his t-shirt, you were even more lost for words, left with your mouth gaping and only air coming out. “Joining me?” he asked, tipping too much bubble bath into the steamy water - something you’d have to scold him for later.

“I’m not getting in with you,” you told him, once you’d finally got a grip on your brain.

“Just get under the bubbles. And you can close your eyes when I get in.”

“No way.” You hugged your arms over your chest, drawing your swollen bottom lip into your mouth as you watched a shirtless Harry mix the bubble bath into the water. The way his muscles flexed, the tattoos littered across his tanned, slender frame. His skin always looked perfect, not Barbie doll smooth but irresistibly soft. Your fingers took on a mind of their own, slowly reaching out to touch him before he turned around with a smug grin. “Fine, go away then while I have my nice relaxing bath.”

“I want a bath,” you whispered, barely audible over the running water splashing into the tub. “What was that, angel?” Harry grinned, moving his towel onto the toilet seat. “I want a bath,” you told him, louder now, a tiny smile dancing on your lips.

Harry grabbed a hold of one of your hands, tugging you closer to the bathtub. He turned you around before pulling your t-shirt over your head, leaving you in just your little pyjama shorts. Just the brush of his fingertips against your bare torso sent chills down your spine. “M’not looking. Tell me when you’re in,” Harry told you, dropping your t-shirt to his feet.

You pushed your pyjama shorts and panties down your legs, checking behind you to see if Harry really wasn’t watching. True to his word, he had his eyes scrunched tight and his hand clenched over them. You’d seen each other in bathing suits and underwear so many times before, but being naked in the same room as Harry felt beyond weird. You’d never been overly shy about your body, especially with someone who made you feel as pretty and as comfortable as Harry did, but this would add a whole new layer to your friendship - and you didn’t know if you’d survive it. Still, you sunk into the bathtub and pulled the mass of bubbles to your end, trying to keep your breasts under the water before you told Harry he can look. “It’s really hard to make bubbles stay put, H,” you told him, screwing up your face as you tried to hold them steady.

He was laughing as he pulled his trousers and socks off, great big guffaws tumbling out every time the bubbles tried to escape your grip. “Want me to turn the lights down a bit? Then it’s harder to see,” he shrugged, nodding towards the light switch. You nodded, grateful that he cared enough to make sure you were 100% comfortable. It was one of the things that first drew you to Harry, and definitely what you valued most about him. He was always so kind, always caring, so willing to put anyone’s needs above his own - and that’s why relationships always changed him.

“Close your eyes then,” he said, mockingly holding two hands in front of his bulge. You rolled your eyes, finally starting to lighten up as the hot water washed over you. When Harry reached out to swat at your nose, you closed your eyes tight. You felt him stepping into the bathtub after a minute, his long legs slotting down your left-hand side.

“Hi,” he smiled when you opened your eyes. “Gonna tell me what upset you now?”

“It’s really not a big deal,” you told him, your voice small.

“It is if it made you that upset,” Harry countered, placing a gentle hand on your calf, his thumb rubbing against the soft skin.

You paused for a moment, trying to think of what you wanted to say and how to say it. “It just- she doesn’t deserve you, H. Anyone who hurts you like that doesn’t deserve any of your time and respect.” Your eyes dropped to the water as you spoke, your body frozen. Harry opened his mouth to reply, but as soon as he did, you needed to say more. “You were really sad, Harry. It sucked for you and it sucked for me too because I don’t like seeing you like that. I’ll always be there for you, you know that, but I can’t just sit and wait for her to hurt you like that again. Not when you know she’s capable of it.”

You watched the smaller bubbles popping one by one by one, suddenly anxious in the silence that followed your speech. You hated going against Harry, putting your two cents into something that really didn’t concern you, but sometimes he needed to hear it.

“I know,” he replied finally. “But do you think that because you don’t like her?”

“Harry, no! I don’t like her because she did that to you.”

“You were never her biggest fan,” he shrugged, his brows knitted when you finally pulled your eyes up to meet his.

“She changed you, H. You were different with her, less you. Everything is so surface level with her, it’s looks and Instagram likes and who’s got trouble with who. There’s no substance, nothing deeper.”

Harry’s thumb halted as he shook his head, his jaw clenching slightly. “It doesn’t always have to be deeper,” he sighed, rubbing at his chin with his free hand.

“I know it’s not my place but you need someone who brings out the best in you, you need-”

A bitter laugh from Harry stopped you in your tracks, your mouth snapping closed as a chuckle slipped out of his. He met your questioning gaze with a tiny smirk. “She always used to say you were jealous of her.”

You could feel the tears collect on your bottom eyelashes again as he said it, the words stinging like barbed wire sinking into your skin. How could you even respond? “Harry-” was all you could manage before your mouth ran dry.

“I don’t wanna fight with you, y/n,” he told you, his voice soft as he reached out for your hand. “Come here,” he whispered, tugging at your fingertips. “I’m- we-” you started, gesturing between your bare bodies with your free hand, eyes practically bulging out of your head. “Doesn’t matter,” Harry said, motioning for you to turn around.

Somewhat reluctantly, you did, leaning back into his body until your back hit your chest. You were exposed in every sense, your chest sitting just above the waterline and your heart on your sleeve. Harry wrapped an arm around your torso, his delicate touch careful not to go anywhere it shouldn’t.

“Truth is I probably need someone like you. Only one to make me happy on a shitty day, only one who gives me any effort,” he murmured, his voice so low that if he wasn’t speaking directly into your ear, you wouldn’t have heard him. Your heart quickened as he spoke, your pulse pounding against your inner wrists. “I’m not- I don’t have anything that she-” you choked out.

“S’a good thing, no?” Harry asked, turning his head just slightly until his lips brushed tentatively against your earlobe. “No, Harry. You need more, you need-”

“You,” he finished for you. “Just say the word and I’m yours, angel.”

It was like someone had handed you everything you ever wanted on a silver platter, all you had to do was reach out and take it. But it wasn’t that easy. If anything went south, you risked losing Harry forever. You shuffled back out of his grip, turning to sit in front of him, perched on your knees. You couldn’t even bring yourself to care about him seeing your body, your words willing themselves from your lips. “If anything went wrong Harry, I don’t want to lose you,” you whispered, blinking to keep the tears at bay.

“What would go wrong? We know we get along, we have the same traits and the same values. We’re already doing life together,” he reached out a hand to cup your cheek as he spoke, his eyes laced with nothing but earnestness.

“I don’t want to be your consolation prize.”

“Never. Never ever, I swear. I thought about it for a while but it never really clicked until now.”

You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip as Harry spoke, desperately needing to figure out if it was all a dream. The sensation of his touch, the sound of his voice, the gentle heat of the water – it all felt too real to be a dream. But a part of you couldn't shake the feeling that this moment was too perfect, too surreal to be true. You hesitated, unsure if you should dare to believe in the fairytale unfolding between the two of you.

As if he could see the cogs turning in your head, Harry dropped his hand from your cheek, entwining your fingers in yours instead. He squeezed lightly, the corners of his lips turning up into a little smile. "I'm here, y/n," he whispered. "This is real, promise." His words were a lifeline in the sea of doubt that threatened to consume you. Even if it was a dream, it was a dream you never wanted to wake up from.

“It’s all I ever wanted,” you confessed, allowing yourself to give into the fantasy for at least a little while. You fought the urge to search for the hidden cameras, check the date to make sure it wasn’t an April Fools prank. Harry was a goof, but you were a thousand percent sure he wouldn’t play with your feelings like that.

“Just say the word,” he repeated, his husky voice laced with sincerity and longing.

“I want this,” you whispered, clutching onto Harry’s hand as if you could fall off the Earth at any minute. His face erupted into a grin so cheesy that you couldn’t help but mirror it, eyes locked onto his as he closed the distance between the two of you.

Harry’s lips met yours softly, as if he were waiting for the other shoe to drop. But you melted into him, the air nearly knocked out of your lungs by the urgency and desire behind his soft movements. He pulled away after a minute, his forehead pressed to yours as he searched your eyes for any sign that you wanted to stop. Although all Harry was met with was a sparkle in your gaze, and a further few pecks landing on his lips. “Should’ve done this a long time ago,” he murmured against your mouth, his hands splaying across your back. “Should’ve done it before you got me naked,” you teased, succumbing once again to his kiss.

rrrr i really don’t know how i feel about this but i wanted to get something out

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justmystyles · 24 days

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Thank you! Hoping to complete this series soon! 💖

Now You're In My Life

pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

word count: 2.6k

summary: a chance meeting at a diner turns your world upside-down.

warnings: some curse words, but other than that it's tame.

a/n: this is my first fic, it came out of absolutely nowhere, i just kept daydreaming and decided to write them down to get them out of my system. this is going to end up being a series, because once I started writing, the ideas kept coming.

i say it's a plus size reader, while i don't focus a lot on that aspect (because your size should not define you), it will come up, so i just wanted to be upfront about it.

You hurry your way into the diner, checking your watch to see just how late you are.

Fifteen minutes. Shit.

Your boss was taking your team out to breakfast to celebrate successfully making it through your busy season. Everyone was going. Everyone was there. Except for you.

“Sorry sorry sorry,” you apologize quickly as you step up to the large counter space that your coworkers were occupying.

The group clapped and cheered loudly as you took your seat, your eyes immediately dropping to the floor out of embarrassment.

Not only were you the youngest member of your team, but you were also the only woman. Because of that, you had become the ‘little sister’ of your group. You loved it, they always protected you and stood up for you with clients and other coworkers if needed, and you found it cute the way they always panicked when they would inadvertently curse or say something off color during one of your meetings. You didn’t mind it though, you could be just as crass as any of them, possibly a little more. You found the gasps and outrage when you would curse even more cute.

As you settled in your seat, you felt a pair of unfamiliar eyes on you. You glance across the restaurant to two men seated at a booth. One was talking to the other, but he wasn’t paying attention, his eyes were on you. When your eyes met, he put down the mug he had been sipping from and clapped his hands together quietly with a smirk. You smiled back softly and immediately pulled your menu in front of your face, feeling your cheeks heating up.

Everyone put in their orders and the conversation continued. You joined in, laughing and telling ‘war stories’ from the projects that had come and gone over the last few months. You weren’t completely invested in the conversation however, as your gaze kept drifting to the stranger on the other side of the room, meeting his often as he was doing the same.

“Is that guy bothering you, Y/N?” One of your coworkers speaks up, snapping your attention away from your staring contest.

“Hmm? Oh, no I’m good. Stand down.” You joke, bringing your glass of orange juice to your lips for a sip.

Your coworkers had noticed the way you two were looking at each other, speaking about it in hushed tones when you weren’t paying attention. They also knew that you wouldn’t do anything about it, so when you excused yourself to the restroom, they took things into their own hands.

While you were gone, one of your colleagues stepped up to the table.

“Hey,” he greeted them. “She’s single, and she’s not going to approach you. So if you’re interested you need to make the first move.” He returned to the table before getting a response, high fiving the others.

You return just as your boss is signing the bill. Everyone stands up and makes their way to the exit. You shoot one more glance at the stranger, and give a small nod before walking toward the door.

On your way out, you're exchanging pleasantries and complaints about the meetings that lie ahead, even though all you want to do is nap off the stacks upon stacks of pancakes you’ve all consumed.

“Excuse me!” An accented voice calls from behind you, everyone turns to see the man from the table chasing after you.

As he approaches you, your coworkers begin oohing and ahhing. You snap your head around, giving them a stern look. They immediately go silent. “I’ll uh… I’ll meet you guys back at the office.” You stutter. They take the hint and move to their cars, but not before giving you exaggerated winks and pats on the back. You bury your face in your hands, this has been the most embarrassing morning of your life.

Once you’re sure they’re gone, you turn back to the man, smiling sheepishly. “I’m really sorry about them.” You apologize, sighing and shaking your head.

“It’s alright,” he chuckled. “Is it your birthday or something?” You furrow your brow in confusion. “The way they all applauded you when you arrived, I just assumed you were the guest of honor.” He shrugged.

“Oh, that,” you laugh. “No, it was a work thing. I was just running late, and they just like to embarrass me. As you’ve now seen multiple times.”

He nodded with a smile before extending his hand out. “I’m Harry.”

“I know,” your hand meets his and you feel your heart flutter. He arches a brow as you shake hands. “Yeah, there was a second there where I debated acting like I didn’t know, but that would have been stupid. And I’m a bad liar.”

“So you’re a fan then.” He replies expectantly.

“I said I knew who you were, not that I was a fan.” You deadpan.

He brings his hand to his heart in mock pain. “Ouch.”

You smile at his reaction. “I listen to your stuff. It’s hard not to, you’re everywhere. But I’m not one of those ‘posters plastering my walls, obsessed need to know everything about you’ fans.”

He looks you up and down appraisingly. “So you’re not coming to my show tonight then?”

A bark of laughter escapes you as you shake your head. “Definitely not.”

Harry’s eyes go wide at your reaction. “Okay, I was joking last time, but that actually did hurt a little.”

“Oh, sorry.” Your expression sombers. “I didn’t mean it as anything against you. It’s just the scene at the show. It’s all cute girls dancing around in pink boas screaming their heads off. I’ve never been that girl, and I’m way past the point of ever being that girl.”

“I mean, you’ve got the cute girl part down, the rest seems pretty easy.” He shrugs. “I can lend you one of my boas if you’d like.”

“You’re very sweet, and it’s been a pleasure meeting you, but I should be getting to work now.”

“No really, I would like you to come to my show tonight.” He reaches out to stop you as you start turning away.

“It’s been sold out for months, even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to get a ticket at this point.”

“Well then it’s a good thing I ran into you. I just so happen to have some connections and could put you on the list.” He said with an exaggerated wink.

You laugh, trying to mask the nerves that are creeping up on you. Why does he want you there so badly? Why is he even talking to you?

“You don’t have to do that.” You assure him.

“I know, but I want to.” He smiles. “It’s my pleasure.”

You’re silent for a moment, your mind racing. Is Harry Styles flirting with you? Nah, he’s just being nice. You debate saying no, but Harry personally inviting you to his show is a once in a lifetime opportunity. You would be crazy to say no.

“Sure,” you finally acquiesce.

“Great! I just need your name, I can put you on the list.”

“It’s Y/N”

“Y/N, it’s an absolute pleasure to meet you.” He shakes your hand again. “Just give your name at the door when you arrive, and they’ll take care of everything.”

“Thanks,” you mumble, even more nervous and unsure than before.

“I should let you go, I’ve seen what they do to you when you’re running late. I’d hate for that to happen to you twice today.” He winked.

“Thanks,” you laugh. “Good luck tonight.” You say, offering one last smile before walking to your car.

As you drive off, you notice Harry watching you with a dreamy smile. When he sees you looking, he lifts his hand and waves once more.

“What the hell just happened?” You say to yourself as you drive away, stealing one last glance at him in your rearview mirror.

The day seemed to crawl by at a snail’s pace. You couldn’t focus on any of your work, anytime you tried, your mind kept drifting back to your encounter with Harry. Going over every second of your interactions, from the first time you locked eyes, to watching his muscular figure disappear as you drove away.

What did it all mean?

Was he flirting? No.

You shut that thought down immediately. Guys like Harry Styles do not look at girls like you. You don’t think you're particularly unattractive, but you’re definitely not his type. You’ve seen the girls he’s been linked with on gossip blogs, they’re positively stunning. You’re so plain and basic compared to them. Not to mention the obvious differences in body shape.

You stop yourself, you don’t need to go down this road. It’s not even a question, he wasn’t flirting. He was just being nice.

But what were you going to wear to the concert? You weren’t lying, you've never been the kind of girl you see in all the clips you’ve watched on Tiktok from his shows. The shows you go to are in dingy rock clubs, you don’t listen to pop music. At least not in public.

Guilty pleasures are called guilty for a reason. Other people aren’t supposed to know you like it. In school, you were always labeled ‘goth’ and ‘emo’, so much so that you decided to lean into it. You got your lip pierced on your eighteenth birthday; a badge you proudly wear today, a whole fourteen years later. Your wardrobe consisted of different shades of black, only re-incorporating actual colors over the last few years. If you were listening to music loud enough for others to hear, the sounds would match your aesthetic. But when you were alone, or when you had your headphones in? The music softened significantly. Needless to say, you steered clear of concerts from any artist that you wouldn’t listen to openly.

At least until tonight.

You stood in front of the full length mirror in your bedroom, shifting and turning. You wanted to see yourself from every possible angle, making sure you looked alright. You decided to go with a pair of black distressed jeans, paired with an olive green t-shirt and black cropped leather jacket. For shoes, you chose your black thick heeled booties, you were sure your feet would be screaming by the end of the night, but fashion over function. You set your hair in soft curls, and expertly applied your makeup, snapping a selfie afterwards, particularly impressed with the identical, and flawless, cat eye liner you were able to pull off. You finish the look off with some red lipstick and get in your car to head to the train station.

You live just outside of Boston, where the show is being held, but it’s much easier to take the train into the city than have to worry about driving in Monday night traffic, or trying to find and pay exorbitant fees to park in the city. You know the crowds will make the ride home a mess, but you’ll just stop at a nearby bar for a drink and wait it out.

As you sit in the train car, you observe the people around you. They are the exact people you told Harry you’ve never been. You laugh to yourself, feeling vindicated. You freeze when you realize that you’re all going to the same place, and you will be in that arena with them, and they will be staring at you because you’re going to look so out of place. You think about getting off at the next stop and just turning around and going home.

‘He’s not even going to know I’m there.’ You think to yourself.

You spend so much time going back and forth on whether or not you should just go home, that you suddenly realize you have arrived at North Station. You’re here. You’ve made it this far, you might as well go to the show.

When you arrive at the will call window, you give your name and are instructed to step to the side. You roll your eyes and sigh. Of course your name wasn’t on the list. Should have seen that one coming.

“Y/N?” You turn to the voice calling your name, and it’s the man that had been with Harry at the diner that morning.

“Yes, that’s me.” You answer, stepping up to him.

“Hi, I’m Jeff, Harry’s manager.” He holds out his hand to shake yours. You take it, and notice that he is holding a box with his other hand.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Harry asked me to get you all set up tonight.” He says with a smile. “Oh, he also wanted me to give you this.” He holds the box out to you, you eye it curiously before looking up to Jeff he nods, encouraging you to take it.

You notice a note taped to the top of the box, unfolding the paper and reading what it says:

You seem to have an issue with the pink ones, so hopefully this one will be more to your liking .

-H

You furrow your brow as you open the box, you let out a scoff when you are greeted with black feathers. Rolling your eyes, you pull the boa out of the box and look up at Jeff, who gives you a knowing smirk in response.

“He said you’d know what it meant.”

“Yeah, I do.” You chuckle.

“Great, just follow me and I’ll take you inside.”

You place the boa across your shoulders, slipping the note in your back pocket as you follow Jeff away from the main entrance. You figure, since you’re ‘on the list’ you’re bypassing the security check. Your suspicions are confirmed as you walk through what appears to be the backstage area. Your stomach starts filling with butterflies at the possibility that he’s taking you to see Harry, or at the very least that you may catch a glimpse of him as you pass by.

You feel a pang of disappointment as you step through the entrance to the arena. You notice a barricade separating you from the rest of the crowd. There are a few other people scattered around the area chatting amongst themselves.

“Welcome to the VIP area.” Jeff says, holding his arms out with a flourish. “Oh, I almost forgot!” He reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a lanyard with a laminated card attached. “This is your pass, in case you want to go out and grab a drink, or dance in the crowd or something. Just show it to the security guard and he’ll let you right back in.”

You take the pass, looking it over and noticing the words ‘All Access’. “Jeff, this is so kind of you, but it’s too much. I’m fine just standing in the crowd wi–”

“It wasn’t me, it was all Harry.” He interrupts you. “Enjoy the show.” He places a hand on your shoulder and smiles, quickly turning to make his way backstage before you can protest any further.

Once you’re left alone, you take in your surroundings. The seats and floor are packed, the stage is huge. You figure you could probably get all of your ten thousand daily steps in just by walking from one end to the other.

You begin to feel awkward, standing among an arena full of people you don’t know, noticing the fans in the crowd glancing at you and whispering, no doubt wondering who you are and what right you have to be in VIP. All things you were asking about yourself. As you nervously scroll through your phone, the lights begin to fade and your ears are filled with the sounds of cheers and screams.

Here we go…

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justmystyles · 24 days

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Thank you so much, I’m glad you liked it!! 🩷

Baby-Baby-Baby

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pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

*i say it's a plus size reader, but it is not something that i focus on explicitly in my fics, because your size should not define you. it will only come up if it comes into the story organically.*

word count: 2,993

summary: Harry meets his niece for the first time, the joy and excitement are quickly replaced with a whole new set of feelings when his best friend, Y/N joins him at the hospital.

a/n: throwing my hat in the unclerry ring with this big ball of fluff. i actually just thought of a new series idea that this would have fit so perfectly with, but i'm nowhere near ready to start releasing that, so here's a little bestierry fluff instead!

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The sound of her phone ringing breaks Y/N from her deep, peaceful slumber. With an annoyed grumble, she blindly slaps her hand around until she finds it and answers it with a grunt.

“It’s happening Y/N, it’s happening!”

As she slowly starts to come to, she rubs the sleep from her eyes and sits up. “Harry? Wh-what’s happening?” She responds groggily.

“Gem! She’s having the baby! She’s at the hospital right now!” He shouts, causing her to furrow her brow and pull the phone away from her ear slightly.

“Okay, Harry, deep breaths, calm down.” She says trying to talk him down. “Are you going to the hospital?”

“Not yet, mum’s there with her and Michal now. They’re going to let me know when she’s here and then I’m going to go.”

She could hear the anxiety in his voice, she could see it clearly in her mind, Harry pacing back and forth in his living room, likely with a glass of wine in his hand. “And what are you doing until you get that call?” She says knowingly.

Harry notices her tone and knows exactly why she’s asking. “You know, just taking it easy.”

“Liar.”

Harry sighs and rolls his eyes. “Well what do you want me to do? My big sister is having a baby! I’m going to be an uncle!”

“I’m coming over.” She replies as she slides out of bed and starts grabbing some clothes to change into.

“You don’t have to…”

“Yes I do,” she interrupts. “If I don’t, I’m just going to get a bunch of stream of consciousness texts and phone calls from you while you sit alone freaking out. I may as well just get them in person.”

“I don’t need a babysitter.” Harry says. She can hear his pout from the other end of the phone.

“I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”

There’s a brief silence on the other end of the phone. He definitely wanted her to come over, he didn’t want to wait alone, he just felt bad dragging her out of bed and demanding her time. “Thanks, Y/N.”

She smiles softly at his appreciative tone. “Of course.” She hangs up the phone and gets dressed.

Thirty minutes later, Y/N was standing at Harry’s front door knocking gently. When he answers, he’s noticeably frazzled.

“Hey, Uncle Harry.” She says cheerily.

In that moment, Harry’s nerves and anxiety drift away and the corners of his mouth turn up into a wide, dimpled grin. He takes her hand and leads her into the house. “Wine?”

“Half a glass.” She says as he leads her to the kitchen. She takes a seat at the kitchen island as he pours her some wine, and a little more for himself. She arches a brow at him.

“It’s only my second, and I’m only having it so you aren’t drinking alone.” He says defensively.

“Fine, we have one now to pre-celebrate, and another when you get back from the hospital.” She holds up her glass. “To Gemma and Michal.”

“Mhm,” Harry hums in agreement, clinking his glass to hers and taking a sip. “Wait, what do you mean when I get back from the hospital?”

She looks at him like he’s crazy. “Isn’t that what this is all about? You’re waiting to get the call so you can go meet your niece.”

“Yeah, no I get that, but you said when I get back, not when we get back.” He arches a brow.

“Because we’re not going. You are. I’ll just wait for you here, or go home and sleep…”

“What do you mean go home? You’re coming!”

“Harry, this is a family thing, your sister will have just gone through labor. This isn’t some party I can just tag along to.”

“Don’t be an idiot!” Harry laughs and shoves her playfully. “You’re practically family, you know Gemma loves you.”

Y/N rolls her eyes and shakes her head as she takes a sip of her wine. “So, should we narrow down what baby gift you’re bringing to the hospital? I know you have a room full of toys and outfits for her.” She expertly changes the subject.

“Probably just one of the stuffies, she’ll only be in the hospital for a few days, I can bring everything else to the house when she gets home.”

She chuckles at his answer. “God, you’re already spoiling the hell out of this kid.”

“You’d better believe it!”

The two of them continue to chit chat and laugh, passing the time and successfully keeping Harry distracted, and then his phone rang. Harry looks at the screen, his gaze flitting up to Y/N. “It’s mum…”

“Well answer it!” She insists.

“Mum?” Harry answers the phone, Y/N watches Harry’s expression, his eyes quickly light up, a bright smile growing on his face as he gives her a thumbs up, indicating that everything went well.

“That’s great! Yeah, okay.” He continues to respond to his mother on the other end of the phone. “Yeah, on my way.” He looks up at Y/N. “Oh, Y/N is here, do you think Gem would mind if she came too?” His proud brother smile is quickly replaced with a shit eating grin. “Great, we’ll see you soon. Love you too.”

“She said it would be wonderful if you came. Now they’re expecting you, so you have no choice.” He says smugly, causing her to roll her eyes.

***

They enter the maternity ward of the hospital, and walk down the hallway to Gemma’s room. When they arrive in front of the door, Harry pauses, his hand resting on the door handle.

“You ready to be an uncle?” Y/N says softly, placing her hand on his back.

His smile widens and he nods his head, turning the handle and pushing the door open. The friends enter the room together, Harry going straight to his sister, while Y/N goes to greet his mother, Anne.

“Congratulations, mum.” Harry says to his sister with a chuckle.

Gemma laughs and hugs him tightly. “Thank you.” When they pull apart, Gemma nods to the bassinet beside her. “Say hello to your niece, I know she’s the reason you’re really here.”

Harry looks down at the sweet little bundle before him, reaching down and running a finger over her small cheek. “She’s perfect,” he coos as his eyes travel over every feature, wanting to memorize everything about this moment.

“You can pick her up, you know.” Gemma teases.

Harry rolls his eyes and reaches down gently, lifting his niece into his arms for the first time. He takes a seat in a nearby chair and cradles her closely in his arms, whispering softly to her, promises of protection and love, and being spoiled rotten.

As Y/N and Anne catch up, Y/N watches Harry out of the corner of her eye, for as long as they’ve been friends, any time she saw Harry with children, it would give her a warm fuzzy feeling. He was such a natural with them, but to see him with his niece was on an entirely different level.

Y/N was so focused on Harry that she didn’t notice the knowing glances shared by Gemma and Anne. The two of them had always noticed the chemistry between Harry and Y/N, they’d drop hints now and then, but ultimately wanted to leave it to the two of them to figure out for themselves.

Eventually, Y/N pulls out her phone, knowing Harry is going to want a picture of this moment. She snaps a few candid shots, a warm smile spread across her face.

“You should hold her too,” Gemma says, pulling Y/N from her impromptu photo shoot.

She looks up and smiles at Gemma, walking up to her and giving her a hug. “Congrats, Gem. I’m sorry for tagging along, I’m sure you’re exhausted, the last thing you need is extra people tagging along.”

“You’re not an extra person,” Gemma scoffs. “You’re practically family.”

“Told you so.” Harry says smugly from his seat, the baby still in his arms.

“Oh shut up and hand her over.” She teases.

Harry laughs quietly, not wanting to startle his niece. He stands from the chair and waits for Y/N to be seated before carefully placing the baby in her arms.

Once she’s holding the baby, she looks down and smiles. “She’s so beautiful, Gemma.”

“Yeah, we’re pretty fond of her.” She chuckles in response.

Y/N’s eyes stay locked on the soft features, her light eyelashes fluttering across her delicate cheeks. Her petite mouth opens in a wide yawn, and Y/N swears her heart is going to explode.

“You are just the most precious little thing in the whole world, aren’t you?” She coos at the newborn. “Don’t worry, when your Uncle Harry gets too annoying, you can just come find me…”

“Heyyy!” Harry whines. Y/N looks up and sticks her tongue out at him, while Gemma and Anne laugh at the exchange.

“You look like a natural holding her, Y/N.” Anne redirects the conversation.

Y/N smiles up at her. “Thanks, I love kids. I’d love to have a couple of my own someday…”

Those words, combined with the sight of Y/N holding a baby cause a switch to flip inside of Harry. It’s as if his world of black and white suddenly turned to color right in front of him. In that moment, he thinks about what it would be like if she were sitting there with their baby in her arms.

His mind starts racing with thoughts, sure during their years of friendship, there have been a couple of lingering glances and drunken kisses here and there, but they were friends. He’d never even considered going beyond that, not even with the not so subtle hints that his mother and sister would drop anytime Y/N’s name would come up in conversation. But now, it was all he could think about.

After spending a bit more time at the hospital, it was clear that Gemma and the baby needed their rest, so Harry promised to come by again in a few hours, and the pair made their way back to Harry’s house.

The car ride was surprisingly silent, Y/N was sure that Harry would be talking nonstop about meeting his niece, and how cute she was, rehashing every gurgle and squeak that came out of her tiny little mouth, but he kept his eyes on the road, looking as though he was deep in thought. She didn’t say anything, she figured he just needed some time to process everything that had happened, and she was happy to give him that.

When they arrived back at his house, they go inside and hang up their coats. “Wine?” Y/N asks, hoping it will open the lines of communication between the two of them.

Harry looks up, hint of surprise on his face, as if he forgot that she was there. “Hmm? Oh, yeah, wine would be good.”

When they get to the kitchen, Y/N pours them each a glass, they clink them together and take a sip.

“Oh, I got some really cute pictures of you holding her, by the way.” She pulls her phone out of her pocket and shows Harry the photos. “I’ll text them to you.”

“Thanks.” He says, a dreamy smile plastered on his face. Has Y/N always been this thoughtful? Of course she had, that’s one of the things he’d always loved about her.

“Hey,” Y/N says softly, pulling him from his thoughts. “You okay? You’ve been quiet since we left the hospital.”

Harry smiles nervously, waging an internal battle on whether or not to disclose what’s been going on in his mind. “Yeah… yeah, I’m good. It’s just been a big day.”

“I get it. I swear, if this is how you get just from becoming an uncle, you may go catatonic when you have your own kids.” She chuckles and continues to sip her glass of wine.

Harry feels his heart rate pickup, and he decides that he needs to get it out, he needs to tell her. “You know, you looked pretty at home holding that baby…” He says, opening the door for this conversation, that could either end really well, or really poorly.

“Yeah, I think I felt my ovaries stir a little while I was there.” She chuckles, completely unaware of the conversation to come.

Harry lets out a soft laugh as he takes a sip of his wine, trying to play it cool, even though he felt anything but. “You know, I had this crazy thought when I saw you holding the baby…”

“Oh yeah? What kind of crazy thought?”

Harry smiles softly and looks down at his feet, swirling the wine in his glass. “Well, the way you were holding her, the look on your face, you just bounding her in your arms so gently, her smiling up at you, her tiny hand grabbing your finger, it just got me thinking…” He looks up, locking eyes with her, searching for some kind of reaction.

“Thinking what, Har?” She asked tentatively.

Harry shrugs shyly. “I dunno… it got me thinking, what if that was our kid you were holding?”

Y/N’s eyes go wide in surprise. “Ours? Like yours and mine?”

Harry nods sheepishly, but there is an intensity in his gaze. “I know we’ve never talked about that before, but, I don’t know, I saw you holding her, and it seemed so natural… and that look on your face… it changed something in my heart, and I just realized that I want that.”

“With me? You want that with me… your best friend?”

“Yeah,” he nods, his expression never wavering. “With you, but not as my best friend, as my wife.”

“Harry…” She gasps softly. “This is all kind of out of the blue…”

Harry takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I know, I know, but can you honestly tell me that you’ve never thought about what it would be like if we were together?”

Y/N is silent for a moment as she considers his question. “I mean yeah, of course I’ve thought about it, you’re sweet, funny, good looking. I’d be crazy not to think about it every now and then. But I just always assumed I’d been friend zoned since day one.”

“That’s fair… and honestly, I think you kind of were. I don’t know, something changed today. I realized that I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He pauses for a moment, but continues when he sees that she’s still trying to process.

“Think about it, we know each other better than anyone else. We’ve been there for each other through so many breakups, we know exactly what the other wants and expects in relationships. I know for a fact I’d be way better than most of those idiots you waste your time with.”

She lets out a soft chuckle, he was definitely right about that. Y/N thought about it for a minute, and she was right, there had never been a more constant, supportive presence in her life. She considered all the things she wanted in a partner, and realized that Harry was all of those things.

“You realize if we do this, there’s no going back. It’s all or nothing…”

“I don’t want to go back, only forward. Only with you.” Harry says confidently.

Y/N takes a deep breath and nods. “Okay, yeah… let’s do it…”

Harry’s eyes light up, his expression mixed with relief and joy. “Yeah? Are you sure?” Y/N smiles shyly, biting the corner of her lip and nodding.

He places his wine glass down on the counter and takes a step towards Y/N, taking her glass and putting that down as well. “So, I guess we should probably kiss now?” He asks softly, reaching up and brushing a strand of hair out of her face.

“Seems like the next logical step…” She replies quietly.

They both start leaning closer until their lips touch. The kiss is gentle at first, but Harry quickly runs his tongue along the seam of her lips, she parts them, granting him access. He places his hands on her hips, pulling her flush to him as they explore each other’s mouths. Unlike the drunken kisses they had shared in the past, this wasn’t sloppy or rushed. It was slow and deliberate, taking their time to truly explore this new side to their relationship.

When they finally separate to catch their breath, they keep their foreheads pressed together, and look into each other’s eyes.

“So what, we’re like engaged now, or something?” Y/N asks in a slightly teasing tone.

“No way,” Harry says promptly. “If we were engaged, you’d know it. You’re gonna get the big, fancy elaborate proposal, and a big ol’ rock to go along with it.” He says confidently. “But it’ll be coming. Probably soon…”

“Soon?” She asks, slightly surprised.

“Sure, the whole point of dating is to get to know someone. We’ve seen each other at our best and our worst. You know all my little quirks, and I know all those annoying little things about you, and I still want this…”

“Heyyy,” Y/N protests, causing Harry to laugh.

“I know all the cute, sweet, endearing things about you too.” He adds, kissing the tip of her nose.

She narrows her eyes playfully, her wide grin giving her away. “You know we do have one little problem…”

Harry’s brow rounds in concern. “What?”

“Gemma’s gonna take credit for this.”

Harry throws his head back in laughter. “You’re not wrong, but it’s a small price to pay if it means I get to spend the rest of my life with my best friend.” He leans in and kisses her again.

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justmystyles · 25 days

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I’m so glad you enjoyed it, thank you so much! 😘