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｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ. April will bring blessings.

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they need to make a separate search function for when you do not wanna fuck the character youre looking up

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April will be filled with happiness. April will be filled with blessings. April will be filled with positivity. April will be filled with progress. April will be filled with kindness. April will be filled with opportunity. April will be filled with love.

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I’ve been really into reading Bucky fics lately and want to write my own! Any angsty requests?🤭

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader

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Same😭😭One look at him and everything would have been forgiven🥰

Apologies

Part 8

Harry Styles x reader

summary: After an encounter with your old best friend, she gave you her number to catch up. When you decide to send her a message, someone else replies. Was it destiny?

Harry Styles x Reader

warnings: angst, fluff?

author’s note: I know this is short, but this part is very crucial to the story and marks the end of an era. The next chapter is a “new beginning”.

You pushed through the people, mumbling incoherent apologies with only one goal: leaving this goddamn stadium.

The crowd had gone quiet. You wondered if it was because Harry Styles had left the stage to run after you-

No.

Why the fuck would Harry Styles follow you?

Why the fuck would Harry Styles even talk to you in the first place?

It didn’t make any sense, as much as you tried to make sense of it all on your way out of the stadium, your brain just couldn’t comprehend and couldn’t believe that H had been Harry Styles all along.

Surely there must have been a mistake. Surely this was all a misunderstanding.

But Harry Styles did call after you when you left the VIP tent.

Were you imagining things now? Were you going completely crazy?

Were you dreaming? Yes, yes, you had to be dreaming, elseways this didn’t make any-

“Y/n.”, someone called after you and you heard their heavy and fast footsteps as they made their way towards you.

Your whole body froze. Your mind stopped working for a second as you took everything in. You didn’t want to turn around, you didn’t want to be met with the sight of him.

Because then it would be real. Everything would be real.

You noticed the person slowing down behind you, noticed the person’s heavy breathing. They had been running.

The voice repeated your name, not as urgently as before, but softer and more pleading. “Please”, the person continued, their voice cracking at the end of the simple word.

You took a deep breath and turned around slowly. Nothing could have prepared you for the sight. Harry Styles was standing only a few feet away from you. His hair was messed up, as if he had gone through it with his hands multiple times. You noticed a bead of sweat rolling down his face and when you met his eyes, your heart truly stopped.

His eyes were filled with tears. Only a few more blinks and they would fall down his cheeks.

They were pleading. Pleading for you to say something, anything, but the only thing you could do was stare at him.

You noticed him swallow, watched as his adam apple bobbed but you but you both just continued staring at each other.

It was ironic really, how you stood so close to one other, yet so far away. It was as if an ocean was separating you two.

He was Harry fucking Styles and you, you were just you.

The smell of his perfume hit your nose and you wanted to cry at how familiar it smelled, at how familiar he smelled. Like warm fresh washed bedsheets. Like home?

Goosebumps raised on your skin as you felt a raindrop touch it. It was beginning to rain.

It was as if the rain sent you back into reality. All of your thoughts that had stopped while you were admiring Harry Styles came back at once.

All of it became reality. You were standing in front of H. He was the person you trusted with your heart, the person you told everything to, the person you learned to adore, love even in the past few months.

And yet, this was not H at all.

In front of you stood a liar.

“Was-“, you began, your face morphing from shock into disappointment. “Anything of it even real?”, you whispered with a shaky voice, watching as Harry’s hair got wet from the rains and sticked to his forehead.

You watched Harry’s face fall. “What?”, he whispered quietly, brokenly.

“Was everything you told me a lie?”, you demanded now, your voice firmer.

“No.”, Harry answered without hesitation. “Nothing was a lie, I swear-“

“Nothing was a lie?”, you laughed, your voice filled with sarcasm even though you just wanted to cry. “How about your whole fucking identity?”

He took a step forward, but stopped in his tracks when you took one step back. “Cherry-“, he began, but his words were cut off by your own, filled with venom. “Do not call me that.”

You thought you saw his eyes darken, but you didn’t dwell on it. “Okay.”, he whispered, defeatedly and opted to say your name instead. “I swear on my life, everything else, everything besides that, was real.”

“There’s not much left to be real!”, your voice was louder, but cracked at the end of the sentence. “Did you- did you use me? Are you making fun of me? Is this a joke? Do you casually mess around with your fans? Are you doing this because you’re bored-“

“Stop.”, Harry demanded, the tears now falling freely from his eyes. “I would never do that. You of all people should know that.”

“I don’t know shit!”, you argued. “Why would you- why the fuck would you do this then?”

Harry, for the first time since the conversation started, moved his eyes away from yours and to the ground. He looked so vulnerable, you almost felt sorry for him.

Almost.

“I wanted to tell you I swear, but you knew the real me. Not Harry Styles. You knew H. There were no expectations, there was no judgment. I was going to tell you eventually.”, he admitted, more to himself than you and raised his head again.

“As if I had treated you differently just because you’re a popstar. As if I had judged you!”

“No, no, I know you wouldn’t have, just..”, Harry gulped and stopped his sentence.

“Just what? You fucking lied to me! I thought we had something, I thought you cared about me. But once again, I was foolish enough to think that anyone would-“

Harry had enough, he took a step forward, and then another and silenced you in doing so. He only stopped when he was inches away from you, your faces so close that you could feel his heavy breathing on your face, so close that you could see the tears falling from his eyes, mixing with the raindrops falling from the sky. “You know I care about you. I love you.”, he admitted finally.

A laugh was the only response you could get out. “You don’t fucking know me. I don’t fucking know you.”, you shook your head multiple times. “Harry.”, you began, saying his name out loud for the first time. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t have lied to me.”, you let out with tears falling down your face and with your lip trembling.

“I do! I love you so much it hurts-“, he was interrupted when you pounded your fist against his chest.

“You lied to me.”, you let out the first sob. “You fucking lied to me.”, you continued pounding against his chest. “I thought, I thought someone finally cared for me.”

Harry swiftly grabbed your fists, trying to stop you and trying to reason with you. “Cherry, I do. I care about you more than you could ever comprehend.”, he tried to catch your eyes. “Please, please look at me.”

You shook your head, trying to get out of his grip. Harry let go of your wrists, but didn’t hesitate to place his hands on both of your cheeks, practically forcing you to look at him. “Oh, Cherry.”, he whispered as he attempted to wipe the tears, along with the raindrops, from your cheeks. “I’m so sorry. For all of it.“, his voice was soft and his eyes didn’t leave yours for even a second, even though he wanted to admire your features. Desperately.

The warmth of his hands on your cheek, the closeness of him, made your heart beat a thousand times faster. Even though you were angry, even though you were so fucking angry at him, you just wanted to lean in and kiss him. To feel his lips on yours for the first and for the last time.

You closed your eyes for a second, trying to think rationally, but when you opened them again, they moved to his full and rosy lips.

You leaned closer, feeling his nose brush against yours. “Please, Cherry, let me love you.”, he whispered, his warm breath softly tickling your face. “You don’t love me, you lied to me.”, you answered, but didn’t pull away. Instead, you leaned even closer. “I do I-“

Before Harry could finish his sentence, you just leaned in, your lips crashing with his. The first thing you noticed were the warmness, the softness and the sweet taste of his lips as he slowly and carefully moved them against yours. It felt electrifying, your heartbeat increasing even more as he caressed your cheeks with his thumbs. The kiss was desperate, but it didn‘t feel like it at all. It was soft and gentle and sweet and everything you imagined your first kiss with Harry to feel like. The tears continued falling down both of your cheeks, but the salty taste wasn‘t what was making you stop-

Your rational mind was.

He had lied to you and here you were kissing him?

You pulled away and watched the hurt flash across his eyes. He searched your eyes for the reason for your sudden change in behavior, but he didn‘t come far, because then you were practically throwing yourself into his arms, clinging to him and sobbing into his chest.

Harry didn‘t hesitate to cradle your head. “It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay, I swear.”, he promised while he slowly pulled you to sit on the ground with him, pulling you into his lap and holding you as close as it was anatomically possible.

He let you sob into his shoulder, caressing your back softly and gently while he fought his own sobs.

You wanted to yell at him, you wanted to put as much distance between you two as you possibly could, but you needed, you craved his touch.

You didn’t know how long you just sobbed into his shoulder, but you were eventually both interrupted by someone coughing next to you.

You instantly pulled away, trying to wipe your tears away as you stood up and met Lucy’s eyes.

“There you are!”, she exclaimed, moving her gaze to Harry. “Everyone’s looking for you. They say that the show must go on.”

“I can’t continue. Not now.”, Harry decided, not even hesitating as he stood up too.

“Harry.”, Lucy stressed. “Your fans are all waiting for you. They paid to be here today. You have to finish the show.”

Before Harry could answer, you chimed in. “I’ll just go.”

“No, come on, we’ll just go back to the VIP tent, Harry’s going to finish his show and then you can continue to talk.”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you watched her closely. “You and Harry are friends.”, you observed. “You knew all along, didn’t you?”, you moved from her eyes to Harry’s and when no one answered, you had your answer.

“Wait.”, you whispered, shaking your head again. “So us meeting was not a coincidence?”, you questioned. “Did- did you ask her to befriend me?”, you turned to Harry, your lips trembling once again.

He stared at you once again, before he slowly and carefully nodded his head.

So the whole friendship with Lucy was a lie to.

“Great.”, you scoffed. “So not only was everything you told me a lie, the whole friendship with Lucy was a lie, too.”, you directed towards him.

“I just wanted-“, Harry began, but you cut him off.

“Bullshit! Stop with the fucking bullshit! What else was a lie?”

Lucy whispered your name quietly. “I swear, maybe he asked me to befriend you, but when I got to know you, I realized how great you are and that I truly want to be your friend. I swear.”

“I can’t listen to all of your fucking lies anymore!”, you shouted this time, taking both Lucy and Harry aback.

“Cherry, please, just let me explain everything-“, Harry began, stepping closer again and fighting every urge to pull you into his arms once again.

“I don’t.”, you began, stepping back. “Want to ever see you both again.”

Harry’s whole face turned into one of anguish. “No. No.”, he whispered. “Cherry, please, one more chance. Please, let me take you home, let me-“

“No. This is over. In every way possible.”, you let the tears fall freely again. “You don’t love me and I sure as hell don’t love you.”

You watched Harry’s lip tremble, watched him struggle to find any words before you turned around and finally left.

“Not anymore.”, you whispered to yourself.

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I’m so glad you’re back! I’ve been going crazy trying to find updates on Apologies, turns out you had just taken a break for a bit. I was so excited when I saw new chapters show up in my feed! Can’t wait for more!

Hi love! Yeah, the past few months have been very stressful, but every once in a while I just get the urge to continue this series! I’m so glad that you’re still here💕

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Oh my goodness. I've been waiting for this confrontation! It definitely lived up to (exceeded) my expectations. He deserved every painful accusation she threw his way. Can't wait for the next part!!!

Aw thank you love!! I was honestly not sure if people agreed with me on the fact that Cherry shouldn’t forgive him that easily 😭 But thank god that you agree that he deserved the accusations!🤭

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PART 8 WAS SO GOOD I LOVED THE ANGST!!!! I need Harry to suffer a bit 🤭

In my opinion, he should suffer more than a bit…🤭

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Apologies

Part 8

Harry Styles x reader

summary: After an encounter with your old best friend, she gave you her number to catch up. When you decide to send her a message, someone else replies. Was it destiny?

Harry Styles x Reader

warnings: angst, fluff?

author’s note: I know this is short, but this part is very crucial to the story and marks the end of an era. The next chapter is a “new beginning”.

You pushed through the people, mumbling incoherent apologies with only one goal: leaving this goddamn stadium.

The crowd had gone quiet. You wondered if it was because Harry Styles had left the stage to run after you-

No.

Why the fuck would Harry Styles follow you?

Why the fuck would Harry Styles even talk to you in the first place?

It didn’t make any sense, as much as you tried to make sense of it all on your way out of the stadium, your brain just couldn’t comprehend and couldn’t believe that H had been Harry Styles all along.

Surely there must have been a mistake. Surely this was all a misunderstanding.

But Harry Styles did call after you when you left the VIP tent.

Were you imagining things now? Were you going completely crazy?

Were you dreaming? Yes, yes, you had to be dreaming, elseways this didn’t make any-

“Y/n.”, someone called after you and you heard their heavy and fast footsteps as they made their way towards you.

Your whole body froze. Your mind stopped working for a second as you took everything in. You didn’t want to turn around, you didn’t want to be met with the sight of him.

Because then it would be real. Everything would be real.

You noticed the person slowing down behind you, noticed the person’s heavy breathing. They had been running.

The voice repeated your name, not as urgently as before, but softer and more pleading. “Please”, the person continued, their voice cracking at the end of the simple word.

You took a deep breath and turned around slowly. Nothing could have prepared you for the sight. Harry Styles was standing only a few feet away from you. His hair was messed up, as if he had gone through it with his hands multiple times. You noticed a bead of sweat rolling down his face and when you met his eyes, your heart truly stopped.

His eyes were filled with tears. Only a few more blinks and they would fall down his cheeks.

They were pleading. Pleading for you to say something, anything, but the only thing you could do was stare at him.

You noticed him swallow, watched as his adam apple bobbed but you but you both just continued staring at each other.

It was ironic really, how you stood so close to one other, yet so far away. It was as if an ocean was separating you two.

He was Harry fucking Styles and you, you were just you.

The smell of his perfume hit your nose and you wanted to cry at how familiar it smelled, at how familiar he smelled. Like warm fresh washed bedsheets. Like home?

Goosebumps raised on your skin as you felt a raindrop touch it. It was beginning to rain.

It was as if the rain sent you back into reality. All of your thoughts that had stopped while you were admiring Harry Styles came back at once.

All of it became reality. You were standing in front of H. He was the person you trusted with your heart, the person you told everything to, the person you learned to adore, love even in the past few months.

And yet, this was not H at all.

In front of you stood a liar.

“Was-“, you began, your face morphing from shock into disappointment. “Anything of it even real?”, you whispered with a shaky voice, watching as Harry’s hair got wet from the rains and sticked to his forehead.

You watched Harry’s face fall. “What?”, he whispered quietly, brokenly.

“Was everything you told me a lie?”, you demanded now, your voice firmer.

“No.”, Harry answered without hesitation. “Nothing was a lie, I swear-“

“Nothing was a lie?”, you laughed, your voice filled with sarcasm even though you just wanted to cry. “How about your whole fucking identity?”

He took a step forward, but stopped in his tracks when you took one step back. “Cherry-“, he began, but his words were cut off by your own, filled with venom. “Do not call me that.”

You thought you saw his eyes darken, but you didn’t dwell on it. “Okay.”, he whispered, defeatedly and opted to say your name instead. “I swear on my life, everything else, everything besides that, was real.”

“There’s not much left to be real!”, your voice was louder, but cracked at the end of the sentence. “Did you- did you use me? Are you making fun of me? Is this a joke? Do you casually mess around with your fans? Are you doing this because you’re bored-“

“Stop.”, Harry demanded, the tears now falling freely from his eyes. “I would never do that. You of all people should know that.”

“I don’t know shit!”, you argued. “Why would you- why the fuck would you do this then?”

Harry, for the first time since the conversation started, moved his eyes away from yours and to the ground. He looked so vulnerable, you almost felt sorry for him.

Almost.

“I wanted to tell you I swear, but you knew the real me. Not Harry Styles. You knew H. There were no expectations, there was no judgment. I was going to tell you eventually.”, he admitted, more to himself than you and raised his head again.

“As if I had treated you differently just because you’re a popstar. As if I had judged you!”

“No, no, I know you wouldn’t have, just..”, Harry gulped and stopped his sentence.

“Just what? You fucking lied to me! I thought we had something, I thought you cared about me. But once again, I was foolish enough to think that anyone would-“

Harry had enough, he took a step forward, and then another and silenced you in doing so. He only stopped when he was inches away from you, your faces so close that you could feel his heavy breathing on your face, so close that you could see the tears falling from his eyes, mixing with the raindrops falling from the sky. “You know I care about you. I love you.”, he admitted finally.

A laugh was the only response you could get out. “You don’t fucking know me. I don’t fucking know you.”, you shook your head multiple times. “Harry.”, you began, saying his name out loud for the first time. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t have lied to me.”, you let out with tears falling down your face and with your lip trembling.

“I do! I love you so much it hurts-“, he was interrupted when you pounded your fist against his chest.

“You lied to me.”, you let out the first sob. “You fucking lied to me.”, you continued pounding against his chest. “I thought, I thought someone finally cared for me.”

Harry swiftly grabbed your fists, trying to stop you and trying to reason with you. “Cherry, I do. I care about you more than you could ever comprehend.”, he tried to catch your eyes. “Please, please look at me.”

You shook your head, trying to get out of his grip. Harry let go of your wrists, but didn’t hesitate to place his hands on both of your cheeks, practically forcing you to look at him. “Oh, Cherry.”, he whispered as he attempted to wipe the tears, along with the raindrops, from your cheeks. “I’m so sorry. For all of it.“, his voice was soft and his eyes didn’t leave yours for even a second, even though he wanted to admire your features. Desperately.

The warmth of his hands on your cheek, the closeness of him, made your heart beat a thousand times faster. Even though you were angry, even though you were so fucking angry at him, you just wanted to lean in and kiss him. To feel his lips on yours for the first and for the last time.

You closed your eyes for a second, trying to think rationally, but when you opened them again, they moved to his full and rosy lips.

You leaned closer, feeling his nose brush against yours. “Please, Cherry, let me love you.”, he whispered, his warm breath softly tickling your face. “You don’t love me, you lied to me.”, you answered, but didn’t pull away. Instead, you leaned even closer. “I do I-“

Before Harry could finish his sentence, you just leaned in, your lips crashing with his. The first thing you noticed were the warmness, the softness and the sweet taste of his lips as he slowly and carefully moved them against yours. It felt electrifying, your heartbeat increasing even more as he caressed your cheeks with his thumbs. The kiss was desperate, but it didn‘t feel like it at all. It was soft and gentle and sweet and everything you imagined your first kiss with Harry to feel like. The tears continued falling down both of your cheeks, but the salty taste wasn‘t what was making you stop-

Your rational mind was.

He had lied to you and here you were kissing him?

You pulled away and watched the hurt flash across his eyes. He searched your eyes for the reason for your sudden change in behavior, but he didn‘t come far, because then you were practically throwing yourself into his arms, clinging to him and sobbing into his chest.

Harry didn‘t hesitate to cradle your head. “It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay, I swear.”, he promised while he slowly pulled you to sit on the ground with him, pulling you into his lap and holding you as close as it was anatomically possible.

He let you sob into his shoulder, caressing your back softly and gently while he fought his own sobs.

You wanted to yell at him, you wanted to put as much distance between you two as you possibly could, but you needed, you craved his touch.

You didn’t know how long you just sobbed into his shoulder, but you were eventually both interrupted by someone coughing next to you.

You instantly pulled away, trying to wipe your tears away as you stood up and met Lucy’s eyes.

“There you are!”, she exclaimed, moving her gaze to Harry. “Everyone’s looking for you. They say that the show must go on.”

“I can’t continue. Not now.”, Harry decided, not even hesitating as he stood up too.

“Harry.”, Lucy stressed. “Your fans are all waiting for you. They paid to be here today. You have to finish the show.”

Before Harry could answer, you chimed in. “I’ll just go.”

“No, come on, we’ll just go back to the VIP tent, Harry’s going to finish his show and then you can continue to talk.”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you watched her closely. “You and Harry are friends.”, you observed. “You knew all along, didn’t you?”, you moved from her eyes to Harry’s and when no one answered, you had your answer.

“Wait.”, you whispered, shaking your head again. “So us meeting was not a coincidence?”, you questioned. “Did- did you ask her to befriend me?”, you turned to Harry, your lips trembling once again.

He stared at you once again, before he slowly and carefully nodded his head.

So the whole friendship with Lucy was a lie to.

“Great.”, you scoffed. “So not only was everything you told me a lie, the whole friendship with Lucy was a lie, too.”, you directed towards him.

“I just wanted-“, Harry began, but you cut him off.

“Bullshit! Stop with the fucking bullshit! What else was a lie?”

Lucy whispered your name quietly. “I swear, maybe he asked me to befriend you, but when I got to know you, I realized I truly how great you are and that I truly want to be your friend. I swear.”

“I can’t listen to all of your fucking lies anymore!”, you shouted this time, taking both Lucy and Harry aback.

“Cherry, please, just let me explain everything-“, Harry began, stepping closer again and fighting every urge to pull you into his arms once again.

“I don’t.”, you began, stepping back. “Want to ever see you both again.”

Harry’s whole face turned into one of anguish. “No. No.”, he whispered. “Cherry, please, one more chance. Please, let me take you home, let me-“

“No. This is over. In every way possible.”, you let the tears fall freely again. “You don’t love me and I sure as hell don’t love you.”

You watched Harry’s lip tremble, watched him struggle to find any words before you turned around and finally left.

“Not anymore.”, you whispered to yourself.

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Obi Wan x Reader (can be viewed as platonic)

Unlovable

You find out about the true origin of Obi’s name, which shatters your heart.

I just found this in my draft. I never finished it, but still decided to share it with you all💕 It was inspired by a post that I can’t find anymore. It was about Obi’s name and origin. If you know the post, please let me know!

“Anakin!”, you called out, your steps quickening as to catch up with him. “Anakin!”, you repeated, getting quite frustrated that your best friend didn’t hear you, or probably didn’t want to hear you.

“Anakin!”, you tried one last time, your voice louder than before, and suddenly all eyes in the hallway were on you- including Anakin’s.

“Oh- yeah. Hi.”, you stammered, your face color changing to a deep read tone. Before you could embarrass yourself any further, you quickly walked up to him and grabbed his arm, leading him away into a hallway that wasn’t so crowded.

“What’s up with you?”, he questioned you, a small smirk playing on his lips when he saw that the redness on your face hadn’t vanished yet.

You stilled, sighing as you realized you wouldn’t find any hallway less crowded. Life day was coming up pretty soon, so there was always at least one youngling decorating the Jedi temple walls in your sight.

“I need your help”, you admitted, defeated. Asking Anakin for help was never a good idea, because he always wanted something in return, constantly reminding you of what he had done for you.

This time, though, you really needed it.

You watched as Anakin raised his eyebrows. “You need my help?”, he let out a quiet chuckle. “You’re asking for help?”

You huffed out a breath of annoyance. “It took a lot of willpower for me to do this, so don’t make it any harder.” Anakin only chuckled, nodding for you to continue.

“Uhm- well. Life day’s coming up, as you probably know, and I wanted to get Obi-Wan something special, so I went to a little store and asked for anything from Stewjon. I wanted to surprise him with something from his home planet.”, you explained and saw how Anakin’s face instantly changed to one of realization.

You didn’t dwell on it to much. “And the vendor looked at me like I was growing another head. Apparently, he had never heard of Stewjon. And he looked quite old, so I grew suspicious.”, you continued, nervously scratching your head. “Well- I decided to ask Master Jocasta Nu about it. And uh-“, you stammered. “The planet doesn’t exist.”, you stated awkwardly, shifting on your feet. You felt stupid, why would Obi-Wan’s birth planet not exist? Surely, Master Nu was making a mistake-

“Oh. He didn’t tell you.”, Anakin let out in a breath. You instantly furrowed your eyebrows. “What?”

“Well- I-“, Anakin hesitated. “Is Obi-Wan in your quarters right now?”

You shook your head. Obi-Wan was currently attending a council meeting and you wanted to use your spare time to surprise him-

“Great. Let’s go talk there.”

-

Anakin set down a cup of tee in front of you. The sweet smell instantly hit your nose and you wondered how much sugar he had added.

“So, the planet truly doesn’t exist?”, you questioned quietly.

“No.”, Anakin admitted. Why would Obi-Wan not tell you something like that? You told each other everything, so why keep this from you?

“It was made up by his parents when they dropped him here.”, he finished.

“Why would they do that?”, you tried to think of any reasonable explanation, but couldn’t find any.

“So he never finds them.”, Anakin explained, watching your features intensely. When he had first heard the story, he clung to Obi-Wan for days, because he felt so bad for him. He knew how much you cared for your master, your delicate heart wouldn’t take it too well.

You only stared at him in confusion. “Where he comes from, truly comes from, people hate the force. They claim that the force is responsible for everything bad. When a child is born force sensitive, they usually abandon them and leave them to die. His parents at least took him to the Jedi temple.”, he explained and somehow, your heart broke a little in your chest. Little Obi-Wan being abandoned by his parents when he was just a few weeks old?

“His name- uhm- Obi-Wan- means ‘unlovable’. Because they would never love a child with the force.”

“Oh-“, you let out, tears already stinging your eyes. Obi-Wan, the name you loved calling him every day, so easily rolling off your tongue, meant unlovable? He was called unlovable every single day?

“I didn’t know.”, you quietly whispered.

Anakin offered you a reassuring smile, reaching out to squeeze your hand once. “He didn’t want you to know. I found out by accident myself.”

He let out a shaky breath. “He thinks that this is his fate. Being unlovable. He thinks that he’s meant for infinite sadness. That his fate was already sealed when he was just a child.”

“He said that?”, your voice was shaking as you asked him, your mind processing all the information Anakin was feeling you. “Yeah.”, Anakin smiled sadly. “He even had a smile on his face while saying it.”

This was too much. Too much for your heart to handle.

Obi-Wan was thinking he was unlovable, destined for infinite sadness, when you were loving him so so much? He was the best person you’ve ever got to know, the kindest, sweetest, caring man in the whole galaxy.

Everyone, really everyone, admired him, wanting to be at least a tiny bit like him. He was the definition of perfect and he still thought that he was unlovable?

“But- you love him, Ahsoka loves him, Padmé loves him, the clones love him, the whole Jedi council loves him-“, you cut yourself off for a second.

“I love him.”

“I need to- I need him to know he’s loved. I need to get him something special for life day-“, you decided, but before you could finish your sentence, the door opened, revealing a rather worn out looking Obi-Wan. The council meeting had taken way longer than he had originally anticipated.

“Sweetheart, I’m hom-“, he began, but stopped mid sentence when he saw Anakin sitting on the couch opposite from you. “Oh, I didn’t know you were here, Anakin.”, he apologized, his cheeks warming up. He only called you sweetheart when it was the two of you, a term of endearment that you had come to love so much overtime.

Before he could even take off his cloak, you were rushing to him and wrapping your arms tightly around his torso.

He grunted at the impact, but quickly melted into the touch, wrapping his arms around yours and soothingly rubbing your back.

“I missed you.”, you mumbled into his robe, the scent alone calming you down a bit. Obi-Wan’s chest rumbled with a chuckle. “I was only away for a few hours.”

“A few hours too much”, you answered, raising your head to look at him, into his beautiful blue eyes. He slowly leaned down, pressing a small kiss to your cheek, his lips lingering for maybe just a few seconds too long, but it was only Anakin who was watching you two.

He watched your tired expression and decided it was best to call it a night. “Let’s get you to bed. Anakin, could you be so nice and leave.”

You chuckled when you heard Anakin letting out a huff and saying something along the lines of him “not being welcome anymore”.

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Apologies

Part 8

Harry Styles x reader

summary: After an encounter with your old best friend, she gave you her number to catch up. When you decide to send her a message, someone else replies. Was it destiny?

Harry Styles x Reader

warnings: angst, fluff?

author’s note: I know this is short, but this part is very crucial to the story and marks the end of an era. The next chapter is a “new beginning”.

You pushed through the people, mumbling incoherent apologies with only one goal: leaving this goddamn stadium.

The crowd had gone quiet. You wondered if it was because Harry Styles had left the stage to run after you-

No.

Why the fuck would Harry Styles follow you?

Why the fuck would Harry Styles even talk to you in the first place?

It didn’t make any sense, as much as you tried to make sense of it all on your way out of the stadium, your brain just couldn’t comprehend and couldn’t believe that H had been Harry Styles all along.

Surely there must have been a mistake. Surely this was all a misunderstanding.

But Harry Styles did call after you when you left the VIP tent.

Were you imagining things now? Were you going completely crazy?

Were you dreaming? Yes, yes, you had to be dreaming, elseways this didn’t make any-

“Y/n.”, someone called after you and you heard their heavy and fast footsteps as they made their way towards you.

Your whole body froze. Your mind stopped working for a second as you took everything in. You didn’t want to turn around, you didn’t want to be met with the sight of him.

Because then it would be real. Everything would be real.

You noticed the person slowing down behind you, noticed the person’s heavy breathing. They had been running.

The voice repeated your name, not as urgently as before, but softer and more pleading. “Please”, the person continued, their voice cracking at the end of the simple word.

You took a deep breath and turned around slowly. Nothing could have prepared you for the sight. Harry Styles was standing only a few feet away from you. His hair was messed up, as if he had gone through it with his hands multiple times. You noticed a bead of sweat rolling down his face and when you met his eyes, your heart truly stopped.

His eyes were filled with tears. Only a few more blinks and they would fall down his cheeks.

They were pleading. Pleading for you to say something, anything, but the only thing you could do was stare at him.

You noticed him swallow, watched as his adam apple bobbed but you but you both just continued staring at each other.

It was ironic really, how you stood so close to one other, yet so far away. It was as if an ocean was separating you two.

He was Harry fucking Styles and you, you were just you.

The smell of his perfume hit your nose and you wanted to cry at how familiar it smelled, at how familiar he smelled. Like warm fresh washed bedsheets. Like home?

Goosebumps raised on your skin as you felt a raindrop touch it. It was beginning to rain.

It was as if the rain sent you back into reality. All of your thoughts that had stopped while you were admiring Harry Styles came back at once.

All of it became reality. You were standing in front of H. He was the person you trusted with your heart, the person you told everything to, the person you learned to adore, love even in the past few months.

And yet, this was not H at all.

In front of you stood a liar.

“Was-“, you began, your face morphing from shock into disappointment. “Anything of it even real?”, you whispered with a shaky voice, watching as Harry’s hair got wet from the rains and sticked to his forehead.

You watched Harry’s face fall. “What?”, he whispered quietly, brokenly.

“Was everything you told me a lie?”, you demanded now, your voice firmer.

“No.”, Harry answered without hesitation. “Nothing was a lie, I swear-“

“Nothing was a lie?”, you laughed, your voice filled with sarcasm even though you just wanted to cry. “How about your whole fucking identity?”

He took a step forward, but stopped in his tracks when you took one step back. “Cherry-“, he began, but his words were cut off by your own, filled with venom. “Do not call me that.”

You thought you saw his eyes darken, but you didn’t dwell on it. “Okay.”, he whispered, defeatedly and opted to say your name instead. “I swear on my life, everything else, everything besides that, was real.”

“There’s not much left to be real!”, your voice was louder, but cracked at the end of the sentence. “Did you- did you use me? Are you making fun of me? Is this a joke? Do you casually mess around with your fans? Are you doing this because you’re bored-“

“Stop.”, Harry demanded, the tears now falling freely from his eyes. “I would never do that. You of all people should know that.”

“I don’t know shit!”, you argued. “Why would you- why the fuck would you do this then?”

Harry, for the first time since the conversation started, moved his eyes away from yours and to the ground. He looked so vulnerable, you almost felt sorry for him.

Almost.

“I wanted to tell you I swear, but you knew the real me. Not Harry Styles. You knew H. There were no expectations, there was no judgment. I was going to tell you eventually.”, he admitted, more to himself than you and raised his head again.

“As if I had treated you differently just because you’re a popstar. As if I had judged you!”

“No, no, I know you wouldn’t have, just..”, Harry gulped and stopped his sentence.

“Just what? You fucking lied to me! I thought we had something, I thought you cared about me. But once again, I was foolish enough to think that anyone would-“

Harry had enough, he took a step forward, and then another and silenced you in doing so. He only stopped when he was inches away from you, your faces so close that you could feel his heavy breathing on your face, so close that you could see the tears falling from his eyes, mixing with the raindrops falling from the sky. “You know I care about you. I love you.”, he admitted finally.

A laugh was the only response you could get out. “You don’t fucking know me. I don’t fucking know you.”, you shook your head multiple times. “Harry.”, you began, saying his name out loud for the first time. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t have lied to me.”, you let out with tears falling down your face and with your lip trembling.

“I do! I love you so much it hurts-“, he was interrupted when you pounded your fist against his chest.

“You lied to me.”, you let out the first sob. “You fucking lied to me.”, you continued pounding against his chest. “I thought, I thought someone finally cared for me.”

Harry swiftly grabbed your fists, trying to stop you and trying to reason with you. “Cherry, I do. I care about you more than you could ever comprehend.”, he tried to catch your eyes. “Please, please look at me.”

You shook your head, trying to get out of his grip. Harry let go of your wrists, but didn’t hesitate to place his hands on both of your cheeks, practically forcing you to look at him. “Oh, Cherry.”, he whispered as he attempted to wipe the tears, along with the raindrops, from your cheeks. “I’m so sorry. For all of it.“, his voice was soft and his eyes didn’t leave yours for even a second, even though he wanted to admire your features. Desperately.

The warmth of his hands on your cheek, the closeness of him, made your heart beat a thousand times faster. Even though you were angry, even though you were so fucking angry at him, you just wanted to lean in and kiss him. To feel his lips on yours for the first and for the last time.

You closed your eyes for a second, trying to think rationally, but when you opened them again, they moved to his full and rosy lips.

You leaned closer, feeling his nose brush against yours. “Please, Cherry, let me love you.”, he whispered, his warm breath softly tickling your face. “You don’t love me, you lied to me.”, you answered, but didn’t pull away. Instead, you leaned even closer. “I do I-“

Before Harry could finish his sentence, you just leaned in, your lips crashing with his. The first thing you noticed were the warmness, the softness and the sweet taste of his lips as he slowly and carefully moved them against yours. It felt electrifying, your heartbeat increasing even more as he caressed your cheeks with his thumbs. The kiss was desperate, but it didn‘t feel like it at all. It was soft and gentle and sweet and everything you imagined your first kiss with Harry to feel like. The tears continued falling down both of your cheeks, but the salty taste wasn‘t what was making you stop-

Your rational mind was.

He had lied to you and here you were kissing him?

You pulled away and watched the hurt flash across his eyes. He searched your eyes for the reason for your sudden change in behavior, but he didn‘t come far, because then you were practically throwing yourself into his arms, clinging to him and sobbing into his chest.

Harry didn‘t hesitate to cradle your head. “It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay, I swear.”, he promised while he slowly pulled you to sit on the ground with him, pulling you into his lap and holding you as close as it was anatomically possible.

He let you sob into his shoulder, caressing your back softly and gently while he fought his own sobs.

You wanted to yell at him, you wanted to put as much distance between you two as you possibly could, but you needed, you craved his touch.

You didn’t know how long you just sobbed into his shoulder, but you were eventually both interrupted by someone coughing next to you.

You instantly pulled away, trying to wipe your tears away as you stood up and met Lucy’s eyes.

“There you are!”, she exclaimed, moving her gaze to Harry. “Everyone’s looking for you. They say that the show must go on.”

“I can’t continue. Not now.”, Harry decided, not even hesitating as he stood up too.

“Harry.”, Lucy stressed. “Your fans are all waiting for you. They paid to be here today. You have to finish the show.”

Before Harry could answer, you chimed in. “I’ll just go.”

“No, come on, we’ll just go back to the VIP tent, Harry’s going to finish his show and then you can continue to talk.”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you watched her closely. “You and Harry are friends.”, you observed. “You knew all along, didn’t you?”, you moved from her eyes to Harry’s and when no one answered, you had your answer.

“Wait.”, you whispered, shaking your head again. “So us meeting was not a coincidence?”, you questioned. “Did- did you ask her to befriend me?”, you turned to Harry, your lips trembling once again.

He stared at you once again, before he slowly and carefully nodded his head.

So the whole friendship with Lucy was a lie to.

“Great.”, you scoffed. “So not only was everything you told me a lie, the whole friendship with Lucy was a lie, too.”, you directed towards him.

“I just wanted-“, Harry began, but you cut him off.

“Bullshit! Stop with the fucking bullshit! What else was a lie?”

Lucy whispered your name quietly. “I swear, maybe he asked me to befriend you, but when I got to know you, I realized how great you are and that I truly want to be your friend. I swear.”

“I can’t listen to all of your fucking lies anymore!”, you shouted this time, taking both Lucy and Harry aback.

“Cherry, please, just let me explain everything-“, Harry began, stepping closer again and fighting every urge to pull you into his arms once again.

“I don’t.”, you began, stepping back. “Want to ever see you both again.”

Harry’s whole face turned into one of anguish. “No. No.”, he whispered. “Cherry, please, one more chance. Please, let me take you home, let me-“

“No. This is over. In every way possible.”, you let the tears fall freely again. “You don’t love me and I sure as hell don’t love you.”

You watched Harry’s lip tremble, watched him struggle to find any words before you turned around and finally left.

“Not anymore.”, you whispered to yourself.

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Angsty song recs:

Tell me how by Paramore

Liability by lorde

Eventually by tame impala

Promise by laufey

Watercolor eyes by Lana Del Rey

Love all of the songs! I chose promise for the scene 🤭 take that as you will…

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I’m okay babes! Hope you’re good too!!

I’m good! I’m very stressed but I’d say I’m doing way better than a few months ago💗

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any song recommendation for like a really angsty scene? (You know exactly which scene I’m talking about)

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Babes im so glad youre okay!!!!

Hii!! I’M GLAD TO BE BACK. How are you?❤️

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Oh the angst would just be so good for the story!! There has been so much LYING on Harry’s part so I don’t expect Cherry to forgive him so if anything I think this might lead to a blocked number with a time jump👀

Sorry for the late answer!!

Oh yeah, I agree with you…

Maybe no time jump yet but a blocked number for sure😳

The time jump goes sound intriguing though…

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I’m currently listening to Fine Line and I’m getting some random inspiration to write Apologies Part 8….

Sooooo, anything you expect to see in the new chapter?😝

#harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #apologies