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sweethazzababy · 4 years

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Comfort.

A/N: Just a little something I wrote this morning. :) Enjoy… my requests are open for any suggestions and comments!

One Shot

Song: Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby by Cigarettes After Sex

Her body is trembling uncontrollably as her quick feet try to effortlessly carry her to the front door. Puddles are challenging her quest, standing in the way of the warmth radiating from the dim glow of her house a few yards away. The rain doesn’t let up, never showing her mercy, torturing her as she struggles without the shelter of an umbrella.

The water soaks her hair, hanging around her blushed face. Tiny strands stick to her forehead and her neck, clinging to her skin desperately. The tips of her fingers turn white from the chill of November air, and the frigid downpour.

Nowhere in the forecast did it say it was going to storm. London’s just that unpredictable, she tells herself.

The only thing that’s really motivating her to to get inside as fast as she can, is the person who’s waiting for her inside. He’s probably cooking up something for her, making her a steamy cup of hot cocoa and preparing it the way he knows she loves it. A drizzle of chocolate syrup at the bottom of the mug to enhance the sweetness. Only a few small marshmallows, a dollop of whipped cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon to finish it off. Just the thought of his tasty creation makes her insides tingle and her mouth water.

Inside, he has a small fire going in the fire place, the whispers and crackles of the flames are music to his ears. For him, there’s nothing more soothing than the calm presence and warmth of a fire on a chilly day like today. The stove is on, with a pot holding what would very soon be dinner. His homemade chicken noodle soup is one of her favorite dishes of his. And he knows this, wanting it to be extra delicious and toasty for when she arrives. His favorite thing to do is spoil her. Shower her with endless care and affection, never once letting her doubt his love for her. He knows how it feels to ponder constantly about the thoughts of a loved one, wondering if any of their feelings are slipping at all. He never wants that for her. Her heart and soul is too precious and so incredibly special and he knows this. It’s his job to protect it.

These thoughts are wandering through his mind, a small dimpled grin on his face as he pictures her reaction when she walks in, ancticipating seeing the person he most looks forward to hugging after a long day.

She finally gets to the steps, her arms hugging tightly around her waist trying to retain any possible heat that’s still left. Once she gets to the door she immediately twists the metal knob to be met with the snug and radiating heat coming from the comfort of her home. The enticing ambrosial of what she knows to be his mouth watering homemade soup consumes her senses almost making her knees buckle.

Her clammy hands tug at the sleeves of her jacket, peeling it off as droplets of water run down the sides to soon appear on the hard wood floor below her. Once she gets her damp jacket hung on the rack beside the door, she can’t help but hear the squish in her shoes from the rain and her nose scrunches in disgust. Kicking her shoes off, she starts to feel a little bit of comfort despite the cold and uncomfortable feel of her socks dampened to her skin.

“Y/N? S’that you?” She hears his voice, so wonderfully deep it makes her heart jump at the huskiness emitting from his throat. His voice is one of the first things that made her fall for him. It’s so soothing and calm the way he speaks, so slowly and eloquently.

“Yeah. This rain is horrible.” She responds with a huff, her body still chattering away unable to escape the nip of the air outside.

Eventually she stumbles into the kitchen, her hair matted to her body and her waist still engulfed in the cocoon of her arms. When he lays his eyes on her, concern washes over him at the sight of her shivering. His eyes grow wide with a deep frown replacing his smile.

“Babe..” Trailing off, he’s shocked at her fragile being. The way she’s clutching at her own torso with her arms crossed makes her appear so small and bleak. He drops the wooden spoon used to stir the soup carelessly on the counter and immediately strides his way over to her. Worry is written all over his face.

“You’re trembling..c’mere.” His voice floats, with a small whimper. He can’t stand the sight of her in any pain. It makes his stomach twist and his skin crawl.

His hands grasp a hold of her lower back, pulling her into his chest tightly, hoping the warmth radiating from his palms can soothe away the bitterness deep in her veins. His hands gently run themselves up and down her back, chin atop her damp head. Leaning down he places a steady kiss on her forehead, lingering for a few seconds. They stay like this for a few minutes, his arms squeezing her tightly easing the shivers away. It’s almost like they’re frozen in time, never wanting to let go of each other.

“I made your favorite soup f’you. What do y’say we get you warmed up hm?” He grumbles lowly in her ear, optimistically speaking. Before she can even move he runs to the couch and grabs the first throw blanket his eyes land on, leaning his body over to get a hold of it. Soon enough, she senses his presence behind her, lifting the wool to drape around her shoulders like a cape. The small curls that peak out behind his ears tickle her face as he plants a gentle kiss on her cheek.

Plopping down at the table her eyes hungrily peer at the soup he brings over. One for her, and one for himself.

“Thank you Harry.” She gushes, the apples of her cheeks gaining some color from all of the heat around her. She starts to feel her fingers tingle as the frigidness melts away, her blood cells pumping again.

“Anything f’my love.” His ringed hand reaches over to her hand, caressing her knuckles further moving along the process of regaining feeling in her fingers.

Before he digs in, he abruptly drops his spoon, the sudden clink of the metal hitting the dish startling her while she’s drowning in the deliciousness of the soup.

“Almost forgot.” He mumbles, shuffling out of his seat and over to the kitchen. After a few long minutes he comes back with her favorite mug in his hand. The way he treads back in, carefully taking each step making sure to keep it steady makes her giggle. His bottom lip is tucked between his teeth, eyebrows tugged in and eyes concentrated on the drink. As soon as she spots the whipped cream with the sprinkle of cinnamon piling at the top, a wide grin spreads across her lips.

“Careful you don’t drop it.” She teases with a cocked eyebrow. He just playfully glares at her, slowly setting it down next to her soup.

Once he sits down, they continue on talking about each other’s days. The hush of the rain is pattering against the windows and the fireplace sizzles like a distant noise. He tells her about his hours in the studio, gushing over a new song he’s started. Seeing him hold so much pride because of what he creates is a type of happiness within herself she never thought was possible. It makes her heart swell until it feels like it’s going to eventually break through her chest.

She tells him about the antics of her coworkers at the office, reminiscing about certain inside jokes and things that make her laugh which causes him to chuckle here and there. Then her mood switches as she starts to rant about a few tough clients she had to deal with and he can see the frustration in her eyes.

After dinner, he did the dishes while playing some tunes, swaying his hips to the melody. His hair bounces as he shifts from one foot to the other, singing along. She smiles dancing beside him, the blanket still huddled around her petite body.

The night ends with snuggles on the couch, reruns of Friends playing on the TV. As they’re watching he likes to quote the lines as they’re happening. It’s his way of narcissistically proving how big of a fan he is of the show and it prompts her to roll her eyes at his silliness.

“Oh God, I am a woman!” Harry cheekily says along with Joey Tribbiani on the screen. He chuckles to himself watching Joey and Chandler’s amusing banter, tracing his fingers along her shoulder down to her forearm. She finds herself dosing off at his soft touch, her eyes flickering open the second she feels them give out on her. Her eyes feel sore and heavy, the events of a long day catching up to her.

“Go t’sleep pet. I’ve got you. M’right here.” He hums, pecking a soft kiss on the top of her head. Satisfied, she ajdusts her position so she’s cuddled even more into the warmth of his sweater, the fabric caressing her cheek in such a way that draws her into a deep slumber.

“I love you Harry.” She mumbles, her words drifting into silence as she falls asleep. Admiringly gazing down at his love, his world, his heart flutters at those three words.

“I love you too.” He whispers in her ear, wanting her to fall asleep feeling appreciated and loved like she should every night.

All she needed was him. It hurt when he had to go away for work, and her heart and her gut deep in her being, ached for the moment she would be able to feel embraced in his tattooed arms again. For him, these are the nights he craves while he’s away on stage performing for the thousands of people that love him. He dreams of these nights, where he has his love snuggled into his chest in the warmth of their home. There’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

A/N: Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Talk to me in the comments, or message/dm me! :) Let me know what you wanna see next.

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sweethazzababy · 4 years

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I really really love the last one shot you posted! And all your writing it’s so good❤️❤️xoxo

thank you so much! means a lot to me :)

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sweethazzababy · 4 years

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Darkness.

A/N: Another one shot. Very, very sad. Extreme angst. You have been warned.

Disclaimer: mentions of suicide, angst TRIGGER WARNING

* PLEASE do not read if you are sensitive to this topic.*

Feel free to leave comments on this post. Would love the feedback.

One Shot

Song: From the Dining Table by Harry Styles

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Numb. That’s all Y/N can think of when she thinks of herself at this very moment. Her body feels empty, her mind vacant. Lifeless. Not once did she ever think it was possible for a human being to feel like this. She can’t find herself to speak, to smile, to even get up from her position. She’s curled up in bed, making sure to stay on her side. If she dare move to his, a wave of guilt would crash over her and his lingering scent would be too much to bare. It would be a tease.

His side is left undone, cotton sheets wrinkled and tossed about in the way he would usually get out of bed. She swears she can still see the imprints his body left since the last time he’s peacefully slept next to her, holding her tight to his chest. His pillow is still in the position it would normally be in for him to be comfortable during his night long slumber. Crumbled up tissues are messily scattered along his bedside table, the gloom of his hay fever caused him to get up in the middle of the night as he tiredly snatched a tissue without the energy of getting up to throw it out after using it. His clothes are still perfectly lined in his closet, but his drawers messy with t shirts rolled and shoved in. There will never be another time where she can rest her head on his chest, her hand rested near his heartbeat. His heartbeat. Oh how she wishes she could feel it...feel him breathing. Alive.

It’s been three weeks since he passed. Three weeks since she’s seen his dimpled smile, three weeks since she’s heard the low huskiness of his soothing voice. Three weeks since she’s looked into his bright green eyes that seem to catch her off guard every time she meets them with her own. Three weeks since she’s been embraced in the loving cave of his tattooed arms, or kissed by his soft lips. It’s only been three weeks and she feels like she’s getting weaker by the minute. How can she go on without him? How can she live her life without him to go home to? She can’t. It’s too much to bear.

She misses him. Misses him more than she could ever have imagined was possible. It feels like a knife is piercing through her chest, slicing her heart and twisting it...but leaving it to ache and bleed in a long suffering pain with no end. He occupies her mind constantly. She wishes he didn’t. It’s like her entire life is on a repetitive film reel, replaying all of the moments she craves to feel again. Witnessing his laugh, the way he shuts his eyes mouth wide and those crinkles she grew to love that appear next to his eyes. The way he shakes his hips to the beat of his own song in the kitchen as they cook together, taking her hand and spinning her into a whirlwind of a dream. The way he gently grips her thigh as he cruises down the road, sunglasses perched on his nose letting the wind whip through his hair. The way he loves her.

She can’t take it anymore. As she’s curled up in bed, her fingers mindlessly play with the ring on her finger. The sparkle glimmering in the moonlight peeking through the sheer curtains. The ring almost seems like its alive, glittering in the light, even though the person who so lovingly presented isnt...he’s gone forever. She feels she doesn’t have a purpose anymore. He was her entire life.

Why did he have to leave her? Why did that evil being of a person get into a car knowing he was too intoxicated with vodka and tequila, step into his car thinking it was okay to drive? And why did that person have to hit Harry? Why did Harry have to leave the house at that moment in time? Why, why, why, why? Endless questions crowding her mind, making her feel crazy and delirious.

She will never forget that night. And she wishes she could.

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“Babe, do you have to go now?” Y/N whimpers dragging on her words as she grasps his forearm from the couch. Reluctantly Harry gets off the couch, chuckling at her cuteness.

“Jus’ need to run to the store. I can’t make your favorite dinner if I don’t have the ingredients for it.” Harry hums, leaning down softly kissing her cheek.

He lingers, teasing her well knowing how much she loves it. Dragging his lips softly from her cheek to her jaw, then to her lips.

“Mmm..please stay I don’t care about dinner right now.” Y/N mumbles into the kiss, tightening her grip on his arm attempting to pull him back down next to her.

“Let me cook for you tonight. I haven’t in a while since promo started for the album. Let me treat you.” Harry pulls her up from the couch and brings her into his chest, cuddling her as he kisses the top of her head.

“Fine. But don’t be gone long. I’ll miss you too much.” Y/N pouts endearingly. Harry chuckles again, and goes to grab his wallet from the table.

“I promise I’ll be right back. I can’t break a promise.”

Twenty minutes turned into an hour. Y/N was puzzled, the grocery store was only a mile away. He only needed a few things for the recipe. She called his phone a few times only to hear a voicemail. Frustrated, she started to cry, her thoughts succumbing to the worst. Then it all happened at once.

Her phone lit up with his name on the screen as Y/N scrambled to pick it up the second she heard it ring.

“Harry where are you it’s been nearly an hour!” Y/N worriedly exclaimed into the phone.

“Is this Y/N?” An unfamiliar voice replied, Y/N immediately covering her mouth in disbelief. Something bad has happened. She can feel it.

“Y-yes this is she.” Y/N gulps, stuttering over her words, her hands trembling from the anticipation of the impending news.

“Your boyfriend has been in a terrible accident. I’m a witness and I already called 911 they will be here any minute. You should get here.” His voice sounds sad, unsure. He sounds ashamed and sorry for her. She gasps, a sob slipping her lips as the tears form and start running down her cheeks uncontrollably, oxygen being harder to take in. He gave her the address, and she dropped everything but her phone, ran to the door and sped her car to the scene.

When she pulled up, her sobs thickened. Her eyes not believing the scene in front of her. The site...she couldn’t even recognize his car. Flipped, crushed. Her vision started to blur from her tears, she felt like she couldn’t breathe. Her heart drops, further and further as her eyes frantically make out the scene in front of her.

Before she could stumble our of her car, an ambulance arrived. Her eyes were jolting everywhere. The flashing lights, the cars, the bystanders. It was too much. She felt like it wasn’t real, what she was witnessing. Like it was all some bad nightmare.

Y/N sprinted over, desperate to see him. The worst of her thoughts running through her head over and over. He has to be okay. He has to be okay. She keeps telling herself that, hoping that her prayers are answered.

A police officer steps in front of her, grabbing her shoulders as Y/N desperately tries to break from his grip, sobs and cries mewling from her mouth.

“M’am, you cannot enter the scene.” The police softly explains, still gently holding her back.

“M-my fian..my fiance..” Y/N blubbers, her breathing quickening as an impending anxiety attack is on the horizon.

The police officer’s eyes widen, his head nodding as he realizes who she is, the woman he called 10 minutes ago.

“Okay, okay. You’re Y/N?-“

“Yes, let me through! I-I need to know, need to know if he-if he’s..” Y/N sobs, her chest heaving.

“I-I’m afraid it’s not good. He is going to be airlifted to a nearby hospit-“

“L-let me see him.”

“I don’t know if thats a good idea-“

“LET ME SEE HIM!” Y/N yells in between cries, yanking herself from his grip.

The police officer obliges, bringing Y/N over to the wreck.

Then she sees him. Or what’s left of him.

Lifeless.

Pale.

She can’t even recognize his face. The blood is everywhere, the cuts, the bruises.

His hair is matted with drying blood, his body unconsciously limp. Glass all over his lap, some shards piercing his face. His beautiful face

The next thing she knows, she’s on the floor. Sobbing into her knees, shaking her head hoping it could rid her of the horrific nightmare. Wake up, she tells herself.

But she doesn’t. This is real. She spots a shard of glass a few feet from her and she feels tempted to grab it and slice her own throat so she doesn’t have to live with the pain.

Before the ambulance even got there, he was announced dead.

And Y/N felt like she was on the verge of dying too.

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He broke his promise. He said he would be right back. He said he never breaks promises.

Her sore eyes let out a few lone tears, a pit of guilt settling in her stomach at the most minuscule thought of being mad at him.

But it seems like the only way to cope with the pain.

Anger.

The images of his last moments become too much. Abruptly, she gets her aching body out of bed for what seems like the first time in months. Trudging over to her dresser, she grabs the framed photo of the two of them from the day of their engagement. His arms are wrapped around her from behind, his lips lovingly pressing against her cheek with a smirk as she laughs. Her bright and beautiful ring on full display. After grabbing it she sombers over to the bathub, dragging her feet.

Starting the water, grabbing a razor. She’s replayed this scene many times in her head. How she would go about doing it.

She wants to end the pain. She wants to see him again.

Before she does, she looks around the room. This is it for her. But she’ll be happy. Setting the picture next to her, she stares at it. Tears streaming down her pale cheeks. But she’s quiet. No sobs. Just tears.

She hisses at the pain of the blade digging into her flesh. But then she calms. Relaxes. Her eyes still set on the photo, ring still tightly wrapped around her finger.

Then it happens. She feels herself losing consciousness. But a small smile lifts. Not very wide, but subtle. First time she’s smiled in weeks. Closing her eyes, a shy smile on her face, she whispers weakly, her body slowly losing its grip onto life...

“I’m coming for you Harry. I can’t wait to see you again. I love you”

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A/N: sorry to do that to you guys...requests are open as always

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sweethazzababy · 5 years

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vintage harry videos are my weakness

~my edit~

follow me on insta: harrysxxmedicine

#harry styles #harry styles video #harry styles live on tour #vintage #harry styles kiwi #i love this edit #so much

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sweethazzababy · 5 years

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The fact that this was backstage and they weren’t doing it for the cameras and they look this happy means so much to me.

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sweethazzababy · 5 years

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harry really just dethroned kiwi and announced a new song using STAN LANGUAGE

IM IN LITERAL SHOCK

THIS MAN BETTER NOT DIP

#harry styles cute #harry styles #harry styles updates #harry styles lights up #he better not be clowning us #watermelon sugar

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