#actor!harry

[missmielyhoran]

Cameras

She looks like a star but only on camera...

[Actor!Harry× Actress Oc!Amyra, Harry× Ellie]

A/N- Based on my interpretation of Cameras by Drake. I know you guys want Stages of grief but guys your girl is getting some alright! I'm happy right now let me be sad cause I'm dating a man afterall he's bound to do something and then I will update stages of grief<3

Warning- Smut babyyyyy, Cheating, Manipulation, Paparazzi, Fake Dating?, Toxic Harry and Oc, Choking, Hate fucking, just me being a menace tbh, ANGST, Enimes to lovers? they never get there tbh, oh and death, depression, abuse

Masterlist

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We've been living on the high, they've been talking on a low

But it's cool, know you heard it all before

Whispers were common for Harry. After all, that's what made him what he is today, famous.

The whispers paid his bills. All his luxury life was because of those whispers.

So he wraped his hand around her waist a little to close for coworkers or friends and definitely too close for someone he hated, but whispers grew louder, so did the camera shutters, and so did his pay.

Got you angry about this girl I'm with in all them magazines

Another plate went crashing against the wall just past Harry's head. He flinched and screamed.

"Are you fucking crazy!"

"Yes I am!" Ellie screams as she searches for another thing to throw at him, "You make me fucking crazy!" She screams and throws the magazine at him.

It hits him at the head, and that only makes his anger grow. He looked down and saw her smug face looking back at him like she was happy watching two of them fight, the satisfaction she was having from his misery.

Oh, how she got on his nerves even without being there.

"You're with her on everywhere! Magazines, social media, Twitter fucking everywhere. Everyone's talking about you two!" Ellie screams in anger, bringing the same topic of their fight for the millionth time.

It look like we in love, but only on camera

Only on camera, only on camera

"Ellie, you know it's only for the promotions! We need to have to spread the rumor to gain an audience! People love drama so we have to give them that!" Harry said, which was more like scream. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he felt headache growing.

"But for how long?" Ellie screamed. The only emotions she felt at this point were anger just anger, no tears, no sadness, no betrayal, just anger.

"I don't fucking know okay! Stop acting like a child and grow the fuck up!" He screamed again at her but louder making Ellie flinch which he noticed and he did feel bad.

See the problem was Harry didn't love Ellie, he care about her and she was a good fuck but he didn't love her but that care made him walk forward with a soft demour and kiss her softly.

"I hate her guts, Ellie. I have nothing with her. Whatever, it is just on camera. " He said, "If you want, you can check my phone"

"Yeah, I want to" Ellie said, sighing as she felt a bit lighter. Harry took his phone out of the jacket and gave it to her. Ellie went through his phone every corner of his phone she looked at, and that's only she felt relieved. There was nothing suspicious, and that made her feel embarrassed and sad about her overreacting.

"I'm so sorry, babe" Ellie said and hugged him. Harry hugged her back and chuckled mockingly

"It's alright Ellie" He said, "She's fucking crazy anyway" He said as he felt the burner phone vibrate in his back pocket.

Baby she looks like a star but only on camera

Only on camera, only on camera

Amyra was the talk of the town and has been since her birth.

Born to famous director dad and more famous actress mom she was the it girl since childhood.

She was pretty with her long red hair and sluttry brown eyes. She didn't have any extraordinary features, but that's what made her different. She was like any other person, but at the same time, she was not. She was Amyra Stockly, and she owned that.

No wonder she got Harry in her claws.

It's hard to stay away

You keep on calling me

Harry loved whispers no matter if it's from the paps or people gossiping about him when he passes by them or if it's from her tangled between the sheets.

"Yeah you fucking like that don't you?" He whispered in her ear and bit on it.

"No I fucking don't you forgot your today's dose of viagra or what?" She said laughing trying to rile Harry up which worked as he paused and groaned.

Harry grabbed her neck and pushed her face down into the pillow, making her lay on the bed on her stomach he pulled out of her immediately and then pushed in one go, making her moan into the pillow. He increased his pace, putting all his energy and thoughts in it.

"I don't even fucking know why I come back" He said in between breaths, "Cause you love my pussy, fucking pussy whipped" She said chuckling.

Harry gave her a particular harsh thrust making her moan louder than he has ever heard and he didn't know how in her green lively world he became harder still inside her.

"You like that baby? Pretty little Raya likes to be fucked like slut" He whispered in her ears as his fingers slid from her stomach to between her legs and he started rubbing her clit.

"She does but pretty little Harold seems to have forgotten about my clit it's on the fucking left" She says with gasping breaths. Harry feels embarrassment for a second but then goes back in with double encouragement and starts rubbing her clit faster.

She was so close so close to her eternal bliss when Harry's phone went off. She picked it up and as soon as she saw Ellie's name she threw it across the room making it shatter into pieces and all Harry did was chuckle cause it wasn't the first time it happened and certainly wasn't last.

Harry pushed on her back, making her arch more and started thrusting deeper, she screams on the top of her lungs as she squirted all over the bedsheets.

"Holy fuck" He said in disbelieve, the sight pushed him to his own high and he came all inside her filling her up to the brim.

Harry fell on the bed beside her, both heaving like animals. After a few minutes, she stood up and put on her slik robe and walked towards the windowsill and sat down lighting the cigarette.

The sight was somewhat what you would see in those Renaissance paintings, her robe slipping from her shoulder, the cigarette smoking mixing with the sunlight that fell just right on her hair making her look like all the sins and virtue combined in the heaven and the hell.

She was Harry's personal heaven in hell.

For a moment, Harry could've even said that he loved her, but he wouldn't. There was only one thing he could love that was money as much as the temptress she was. Nothing was worse than those green papers.

So, he stood up, got dressed, and walked out of the room like he cared so less about her. He walked out like he got the thing he wanted and couldn't have cared less.

But that wasn't true, was it? They both knew it just didn't want to acknowledge it.

So he left his temptress, his only sunshine in darkness on the windowsill with sin on her fingers and lips.

How you mean, how you mean, what you know about the team

You just know what you get told girl I see behind the scene

Harry didn't mean to peek, but when he heard shouting coming out of the trailer, he couldn't help himself.

The door was slightly ajar, but it was enough for him to look inside and watch her with a very angry look on her face, fighting with her manager still in set clothes.

"I can't do this shit anymore," She shouted, "I'm quitting. I can't do this movie, this spotlight, this fucking everything!" She shouted and this was the first time Harry saw her vulnerable. The raw expression on her face was much different from what she shows on the movie it was real, it was her.

"Why now? You've been in this since you were a newborn. Why now?" The manger asked her, "You can't do this cause you're tired or you are in love with your boytoy?" He asked, smirking.

She kept looking up at him with anger but now with slight hesitation. Robert laughed full of mokery and shook his head.

"Nothing to laugh about. I want out, and that's it." She put her foot down. Robert took a step forward and gribbed the back of her head, taking a chunk of her hair in her hand and making her wince.

Harry's hand formed a fist, but he refrained himself from intervening.

"I make rules here not you and you will do as I say or little kid wants this to get to her mom so, I will do that" He says with a evil smile when she doesn't say anything else he lets her go.

"That's what I thought."

Harry got out of the way before Robert could see him. As soon as he was out of the trailer, he went inside. Why? he didn't know he just wanted to.

He didn't know what he thought he would see, maybe her crying, sobbing on floor or breaking down whole trailer in anger shouting at everyonea anything expect her standing in front of the mirror flixing her hair like nothing happened.

He walked in slowly.

She looked at him.

He walked towards her and stood there looking into her honeycomb like mirage eyes and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a hug.

He felt her for the first time. He felt her rigid heart of stone melt into a puddle, and so he held her tighter, and for some reason, he never wanted to let her go.

He hoped she thought the same.

She spilled whisky on her shirt, she gon' have to get it cleaned

She been going way too hard, someone has to intervene

It was her birthday party, and since movie had wrapped up shooting there was a combined party.

And Harry did the stupidest thing he could.

His mind was a mess after that day, it felt like everything between them changed. Even their sex somehow felt....softer.

How a hug could change everything?

So, he took Ellie to the party and he regretted it as soon as he said it to her.

The cameras, the paps, everyone asking the same question, who is she, and the answer he gave was lound and clear, "Oh she's my friend."

She didn't seem to have taken it well though.

Harry saw her wandering eye falling on him, looking him up and down with the same hunger as always and then Ellie came in and pulled him into a kiss.

Amd then she was gone.

The person who's birthday party it was gone and no one cared. He was certain that if someone else would have cut her cake they wouldn't have cared.

But she came to cut the cake, drunk so, drunk and probably high also. She was stumbling, giggling it, it was endering to watch and concering also.

She cut the cake with Harry beside her playing the "supportive boyfriend" for media. She didn't feed him the piece, but to her other costar, Shelly. She doesn't even know Shelly! Harry was pissed to say the least, so while the cake got distributed, he decided to talk to her, but again, she vanished in thin air.

Harry for the whole night kept searching for her his eyes wandering to find her which annoyed Ellie a lot but she kept her cool and tried to pull him into a small kiss only for him to push Ellie away.

"What the fuck to you actually want?" Ellie asked him just for Harry to give her a eye roll.

"Not here, go back to your house we will talk there" He said to her before taking off to look for her.

Harry searched the whole house, every nook and corner from first floor to the last one the place left was the last bathroom on the top floor and he really hoped he would find her there.

He did find her sitting in the bathtub. Her heels were on the floor, her dress bunched up with whiskey stain on them, her makeup running down her cheeks all messy, yet she looked like something poet would write poems about.

If Harry wasn't so sure he would've said she just fucked someone but he saw her, he felt her cause he was feeling it too.

"Why are you ignoring me?" He asked. It was so stupid, but he wanted to know, and he also didn't know how to talk to her.

Her red eyes fell on him, and again Harry was amazed how intoxicating she was, how her single glance gave Harry so much relief like thirsty person in dessert just got his thirst quenched.

"You look handsome" She said with a small smile. He was in a sage green satin shirt with a dark blue suit accidentally matching with her green dress, which was for once was not planned.

"Not answer of my question." He said back and walked towards her and got into the tub in front of her.

"I don't need to answer anything to you" she said, taking a swing of champagne bottle he just noticed in her hand.

"You do. Why.are.you.ignoring.me?" He said through gritted teeth pushing his face closer to hers.

She looked up and Harry saw, he saw the same vulnerability he saw few weeks ago, he saw her, "You came with her" She said in a soft voice and Harry's whole body melted into a puddle. How could a person whose heart is made of stone could be melted by other person with the same heart. Maybe she broke him, rocks break rocks, and ignited fire that Harry feels every time he's near her.

"y-yes, she's my girlfriend" He said so unsure he cringed himself which she caught and smiled showing off her left side dimple.

"You love her?" She asked after some time. He didn't know who she was talking about, and he wanted to ask if it was Ellie or her, but how could he love anyone other than himself? Was he even capable of it? Maybe he was, but a scared broken man could have never loved right.

"Doesn't matter" He replied back, and her smile fell into a sad one. She took a deep breath and fell back, resting her back against the cold tiled floor.

"You're right it doesn't matter." She whispered, drinking again and everything went silent. "You know Harry I can have anything I want." She spoke after some time.

"Yeah I know you're filthy rich eveyone knows that" He said scoffing.

"Yet I can't have one thing I want and it's so annoying. Cause I always get what I want I'm Amyra Stockly and I can't" She said through a chuckle and scoff. He didn't know how to comfort her. He didn't know why he wanted to comfort her. He hated her but maybe that was it, he hated her.

"What do you want Raya?" He asked into a soft voice. She looked at him, so deep he thought she could see his soul, his heart beating so fast it could power a city lighting up her name.

"Really like that nickname. First one I ever got to be honest" She said, "If you don't consider slut to be a nickname"

"Why are you dodging all of my questions?" Harry asked feeling annoyed by her nonchalant behavior.

"It's called good media training kinda get used to it when you have been doing it for so long" She said with a smirk and he knew she was just edging him to snap but that wasn't gonna happen that day.

"Forget that tell me what you got me for present? It's my birthday, after all, or did you think you would get away with birthday sex?" She said with a playful tone.

"No I brought you something" Harry said with a smile, he worked for a month straight on her gift, the one she knew she would love but as he searched and felt nothing in his pockets he was reminded that it was in Ellie's purse, "Shit I forgot it at home I promise I will give it to you"

"You better, I will be waiting" She said taking a swing of drink again.

He just hummed and watched her. Everyone knew she was gorgeous, the red hair, brown eyes with slight freckles on her nose she was like some Goddess sent on earth.

The light bouncing from the mirror in front of tub bounced and fell softly on her side. Harry scooted closer to her and tucked her messy strand of hair behind her ear, it was missing earring which made him smile.

He looked at her and pulled her in a kiss, it was soft like sleeping a bed of clouds, he didn't know what shit feeling butterflies was like until that moment. The kiss left both of them breathless, her lips glistening and swollen made him love all over again.

"If it was your last night how would you spend it?" She whispered to him, her eyes not leaving his and he wished he could have seen it but he couldn't.

"I would spend it with someone I love" He whispered back, his fingers brushing her hair making her hum in contentment.

The moment soon was destroyed as his phone rang and he saw Ellie's name pop up on the screen, made him so angry he wanted to throw his phone across the room but he took a deep breath and picked it up.

"I don't want to waste much of you time just want to give you back her gift sonce it's her birthday and all. I'm the parking" She said as soon as he picked up the call.

"I will be there in 5" He replied and started to get up when she gripped his hand.

"Stay" She said.

"What?" He asked in confusion.

"Stay just for tonight. Don't go to her" She whispered so softly he could've missed it but he didn't know how he could when she was all he could see.

"What are you-"

"Stay here with me in this bathroom for one night. Just you and me" She cut him off. The look in her eyes was something he could never forget. Even in darkness, her eyes shined like sunlight peeking through the holes of a dark room, and maybe that's somewhat what Harry saw her as.

She burned for her whole life but shined into everyone elses. So, he walked towards that door and this time he didn't leave his temptress but he locked the door and walked back to her. He gave into her, and she pulled him into her like they were made of the same starlight.

Somewhere during the night of their deep conversation and laughs, Harry fell asleep. The cool and hard tile made his back hurt. He got up, groaning in pain, and with a raging headache. He looked around, trying to find her asleep beside him, but she wasn't there.

He walked towards the door and saw the reflection of himself in the mirror, lipstick stain littering on his cheeks and neck, he smiled as he remembered her kissing all of him but it was so innocent he felt like a teenager in love.

Baby she look like a star, but only on camera

Only on camera, only on camera

Many times, life has taken an unexpected turn for Harry, but this was something that made his head spin.

Amyra Stockly found dead in her bathrub was not the news he ever expected to hear. That was the first time in his life he cried since he was a baby.

He was a mess. He didn't do any press tour or got out of his house until one day, when he found the wrapped up gift.

He never had the courage to go to her grave, he was at her funeral but he ran away from there also, how could he see the eyes that he saw the whole universe in be closed forever?

It was a cruel joke on his life.

First time he fell in love and universe took it away from him.

They took her.

So, he collected all of his courage and walked up to her grave, which, just like her, was beautiful, flowers surrounded her grave from fans and whatever friends and family she had.

He sat down not even caring about getting his clothes dirty it was last of his concerns, he fished his pocket for the thing he came for.

"I know you're still waiting. Even dead you are stubborn showing up in my dreams and sometimes in front of my eyes giving me false hope of you being here with me still" He said with a chuckle.

"I got a tattoo for you" He said, touching the lipstick marks made on his neck, "I know your narcissistic ass is loving it" Harry laughed now seeing blurry due to tears filling his eyes.

He took out the envelope from his pocket and duct taped it to her grave cause hell he was not letting it go anywhere but her, the song he wrote for her and for her only.

He hid it under the flowers so it could stay like that for a while, as he was hiding it he saw a picture of him and her. It was only genuine photo of them where the smiles where real on both of their faces and it made all his patience crumble.

"Wish you were still here" He said through sobs. His broken voice was interrupted with a loud thunder and then rain.

It wasn't even rainy that day but he knew.

It wasn't universe.

It was his universe.

It was her.

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[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

You Are The One That I Want

Summary: after cheating on her fiancé with her co-star Y/n has a big decision to make just before opening night. this picks up right where part 1 leaves off so please read it first!

Warnings: swearing, smut, toxic relationships, cheating. If any of those are triggering to you please don’t read! Your mental health comes first and I’ve got plenty of other fics you can read :) Not proof read so lmk if there are typos!!!! Tumblr hates me so the very end line might not be there 😤

WC: 3.5k

“Hi Roman” Y/n fakes a smile while pulling up the strap of her bra up her shoulder while she carefully buttons her thin shirt up and uneasily sits back to have a conversation with her fiancé. “Where are you? I thought you were at the theater.” Y/n glances back at Harry who was sitting with a slight smirk on his face while staying quiet so he could listen in to the conversation. She slaps his thigh, mouthing over at him to stop. She was already nervous enough to talk to her fiancé after she did what she did but Harry’s silent teasing is only making her more nervous. 

“I went out to dinner with some of the cast.” She makes up a quick lie- which wasn’t a complete lie… she is just sugar coating it so she didn’t seem so guilty. She knows what she did is bad- trust her, she really really knows it is bad… but it feels good, it is fun being with someone new, feeling someone new, doing new things. Y/n also knows that she hasn’t  been the best to Roman recently. They haven’t been getting along and she hasn’t said the kindest words, but he hasn’t been the best either, he’s said some harsh words. “You went to dinner?” 

“Yeah, just a few members of the cast. Nothing big, we just wanted to celebrate since opening night is soon.” Suddenly lying came easy to her. With her costar sitting next to her, hyper aware of every sound he makes while he tries to steady his breathing and buttons his pants back up. “I’m at the theater right now.” 

“It’s just some crew and my co-star. Nothing big! I’m dropping off a few crew members and then I’ll be there to meet you.” They say their goodbyes before she clicks the big red button to end the call and slaps her phone on the leather seats. “Never again.” 

There is something in her eyes that tells Harry this won’t be the last time it happens. And he is well aware that he isn’t a good man for seducing a woman soon to be married, but it takes two to tango and he wanted to dance again. 

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Days have passed since the dinner. Y/n can’t help but walk on eggshells around Roman, her job is putting on an act but she slips in real situations. She’s never been a good liar, if she’s confronted with something she has to own up to it, acting was only an on stage occurrence for her and she couldn’t risk it with Roman. 

He was easy to pick up on her odd moods and was rather sensitive to put the blame on himself when she wasn’t anything but happy- it wasn’t because he felt he wasn’t a good partner though, it’s because he wanted a reason to make her feel wrong for experiencing any emotion but happiness. He was a narcissist of some sorts. 

Their relationship was never a healthy one. Sure, Y/n seems like a dick but Roman had a way of manipulating her without even using words. And now she’s resenting Roman for not just the childlike fits and toxic ways, but for not being Harry. Harry was the type she said she hated when growing up. She never wanted an arrogant man who had too much confidence, she thought she wanted a gentle man, the underdog, but she craved the winner, the man who teases her fiancé, and forgot about him the second he got any ounce of success. 

But as quickly as they were together the eggshells she’s been walking on begin to crack. 

Any noise Roman made irritated y/n, any song he sang, any noise he made, anything and everything annoyed her. 

“Just one fucking second, Roman! I literally need one second without your voice and I’d be okay!” y/n yells toward her fiancé while slamming the door behind her. She needed a getaway but it wasn’t like she could skip town when she was constantly rehearsing for the biggest break of her career. “Why don’t you just go to the theater?! Since you’re so happy to leave me everyday.” She sarcastically laughs at him, if only he knew why she was so happy. 

Y/n wanted to feel more guilty about cheating than she really did. She wanted to say she felt like such a horrible fiance, cried over the mistakes she's made, beat herself up over how selfish and stupid she's been, but she hasn't. The only crying she's been doing is the sobs that come out of her mouth when Harry bends her over his vanity in his tiny dressing room after rehearsals, her leather pants still on while he's sweating off the black eyeliner, pushing Danny's preppy look off that he has to wear for the ending scene. 

Harry made her feel better than Roman ever could. She had to tell Roman anytime she wanted the smallest touch, pull dirty talk out of him, but Harry knows everything. He knows how to touch her, how to make her feel good, how to get her dripping with just one look, how to make her thighs shake with only five words. 

With that she grabs her bag and calls a cab before running off to the theater. Hopefully Harry would be there, pacing the floor and whispering his lines like he usually does every time she has a late night theater run. Other than fucking her until her knees give out hes also been great at listening to her rant about Roman, and tonight she was fine with either. 

She opens the heavy, metal door, sighing and walking to her dressing room to drop her bag, grabbing her paper script that has gotten messed up after weeks and weeks of sweaty palms gripping it. Y/n steps out onto the black stage, studying all the marks that cover the floor from years of performing. 

“Hey.” Y/n looks up, met with Harry's piercing green eyes. 

Sighing, She gives him a lazy response. “Hi.” 

He pats the edge of the stage next to him, he sits with his legs dangling off, facing all the chairs that would soon be filled on opening night. “What's wrong?” Y/n plops next to him and starts to debate on telling him about all of her relationship problems, as if she hasn't told him enough already. “Me and Roman are still fighting.” Harry nods while giving her a sympathetic smile, as much as he hated that she wasn't doing well, he always got a little excited when she started ranting to him because he knew in a matter of time he would be deep inside of her. 

“I’m sorry.” He leans closer to her his lips moving closer to her before he kisses her. He shoves his tongue in her mouth, already sighing out in satisfaction before he feels her pull away. Her lips hover his while her features round,her chin starting to quiver. “I- i can't do this.” 

“Why not? I thought you wanted me?” Harry gently pecks her lips, trying to draw her back in, forgetting her problems and letting her engulf herself in him. “I want you but… but-” 

“But you need him.” 

She softly sobs, letting him kiss her lips. “I need to want him, Harry. He's my fiance.” 

Harry sighs, rubbing his dry eyes before leaning back on his hands. “I know. I know more than you, it seems. But every time you get a glimpse of my cock you forget all about him. So what is this?” he gestures between them before slapping his hand back down. “You’re just using me as a fuck because your husband doesnt know how?” She shakes her head, scrambling to her feet while Harry jumps up and walks backstage toward the dressing rooms. “No, Harry.” 

“Then what?! Because every night we see each other you go back and forth. I'm not willing to even be civil with you if you want to play these mind games, Y/n. It’s not fair to me.”

“I’m- I’m not trying to play mind games! I'm just confused. I've only been with Roman and I'm just so confused! He's my safety net, he’s easy, I'm already with him, our parents expect us to get married in a few months, I can't back out now because of this!” Harry shakes his head, gathering his bag together, throwing his stuff in before he slams his dressing room door closed behind him. 

“It’s that outlandish to be with me?! He's your safety net but you come cry about him to me every night?! I can't do this. You've made your choice with those words and it's obviously not me, Y/n” he spits her name out like it was the most poisonous venom coating his tongue. 

She frantically runs after him, swinging the door open and running over to him where he shoves his bag in the car, closing the back door before opening the driver's seat door, ready to climb in. “stop! No. I choose you, okay? I just need time! I need time, Harry. This has all happened so fast. Before I met you I thought I settled for Roman but now everything is completely different and I feel like my life has been flipped upside down!” She cradles his jaw in her hands. “I just need time but I choose you.” 

“You're willing to really leave him?” 

“Yes. Once the show is over I’ll be done with him, for good. I chose you.” 

“Really?” Y/n nods once again, desperate to make him see that he is the one she wants. “Really. I promise. Me and him are over. After the show I’m calling the engagement mom, I’ll tell our family, we will go our separate ways. I promise, Harry. I’m serious. I want you.” His head bows, his jaw going soft in her hands. “I know I come off as an asshole but I do have feelings. I really do want this. I really like you. And honestly, it kinda of fucking hurts my feelings that you chose that douche bag over me. Especially after you told me what he did when he found out you got the part but he didn’t… what a fucking asshole.” Harry shakes his head, letting out a sigh but it’s cut off with Y/n pressing her lips to his, her hand falling to his neck, softly cupping the sensitive skin. 

“So we’re going to do this?” Harry asks, brushing her hair back while pressing another kiss to her lips. “Yeah,” 

“After the show?” 

“After the show.” 

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It was opening night. 

The crowd was growing and growing and would continue until every seat was eventually packed and no one else was welcomed to watch the show. There were people outside waiting for the end of the show to get a glimpse of the cast and maybe an autograph or a photo. 

“Holy shit. I don’t know if I can do this.” Y/n softly laughs, peeking at the full crowd moment before her and Harry are set to step on stage. “No, you’ve got this. It’s a fucking rush so try to remember what you can.” He grabs her face, pressing his lips only hers before getting in position and waiting for the curtain to rise. 

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“That was fucking amazing!” Y/n cheers while stripping out of her sandy costume, lazily peeling the shiny black bodysuit off of herself, kicking the heels off while Harry pushes his jock danny costume down, slipping his pink cock out of his baggy pants while plants rushed kisses over y/n shoulder while leaning her over the vanity. He pushes her legs apart with his knee and slips his cock inside of her. “We’ve got to be quick” Harry softly laughs, growing a smirk on his Devilishly handsome face. 

He slides in and out of her tight pussy as quick as his hips allow, breathlessly trying to get them to cum. “You did so good tonight, love. I’ve been hard since the drive-in scene. I hope no one noticed.” He breathlessly chuckles into her ear, his breath splaying over the sensitive skin of her neck, it washes over her like a heat flash but leaves sooner than she would ever want. 

Harry pushes into her so deep the mirror balancing on top of the vanity starts to rattle. He pulls his hand from Y/n's hip, placing it onto the vanity covered in open make up powders and lipstick stains. They both start laughing, but once the banging noise stops their laughs die down. 

Their worried glances catch each other in the mirror, making eye contact while the banging from the other side of the door continues. 

Y/n's voice shakily calls, “what is it?” 

“It's Roman. Let me in.” 

The pair's eyes grow wide but Harry's hips never still or slow, his cock still drilling into her plushy walls, hitting stops that make them feel all warm and fuzzy. “Uh- I’m trying to get all of this m-make up off.” she tries to sound nonchalant, as if her co-star isnt fucking her inches away from her fiance.

Harry’s hand comes to slap around her mouth the second he feels her cunt spasm around his thick cock, knowing soon she's going to be whimpering and falling apart around him. “Can I come in?” Her eyes roll back into her head and she tries her best not to make any noise. “Hello?” Roman says again, growing impatient for an answer. Harry’s eyes grow heavy with lust, his hips snapping uncontrollably while he cums. 

“No! I'm almost out!” 

Harry grows a large smirk, pulling out of her. “You better get dressed and make it quick.” He steps out of the dressing room, but not without shooting her a wink, then greeting Roman and disappearing off to his own dressing room to change into his clothes so he can leave the theater. 

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Y/n thought Roman would at least bring a flower, congratulate her on finally accomplishing what she has dreamt since she was a little girl, but he was hot on her tail the moment he saw Harry exit her dressing room. She started scrubbing her face with makeup wipes (that were sure to irritate her skin later), fixing her hair, and pulling her panties back up before Roman had a second to burst into the tiny room. 

Y/n tries to talk to fans, sharing the excitement with them while she snaps selfies and signs the playbills they shove out at her, Harry just a few feet ahead of her doing the same, except he doesn't have Roman in his ear lecturing him. 

“Why was he in your room while you were changing, Y/n?” 

“We had to get our makeup and wigs off! They do that for us so they just shoved us both in my dressing room.” she grumbles out her made up excuse, then apologizes to the young girl behind the metal barricade and snaps a photo with her. “He still had his makeup on.” She huffs, shooting him a warning look. “Roman, stop. I just finished opening night and I'm trying to sign playbills. Dont ruin this for me by starting a fight.” Roman softly laughs. “I'm not the one starting a fight. Now why was he in your dressing room?” 

The anger bubbles up inside of her until she can't control it. Her hands angrily push over her hair. She knows in times like this it's best to take a deep breath, and be mindful of your emotions, but after years and years of putting up with all of his mind games and manipulating she can't control it. Y/n is finally happy in a relationship (even if it is behind her fiance's back) and she's not going to let Roman ruin the start of it for her. 

“Because we're fucking! Maybe if you waited ten seconds longer to start banging on the door you wouldn't have seen him leave my dressing room and this whole fight wouldn't have started!” She yells at him over the screaming fans, catching Harry's attention who is only a foot away, in the middle of autographing a hoodie for a fan.  

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After Y/n’s outburst on opening night she's been staying with Harry. She had a feeling nothing good would come out of going back to the apartment her and roman share. The fight would be blown out of purporting and would get taken way too far. 

“C’mon, love. We've got to get to the theater.” Harry mumbles on Y/n's lips while she plants kisses on his, her arms wrapped around his neck while his arm holding her waist tight to him. “We can be a little late, they might be focused on the rest of the cast.” Harry laughs at her lame attempt of getting him to stay back with her. “Were the stars, baby honey. We have to look the best.” She sighs, pulling away from him and throwing her bag over her shoulder. “Whatever, I guess let's leave.” Harry laughs once more, pulling her into his side and pressing a light kiss on the side of her head. 

“We’ve got to get pretty so we can perform on broadway.” He hums while opening the door to his penthouse, closing the door behind them and beginning their walk to the theater. “Well, you've got to get pretty, anyway. I was just born this gorgeous.” Harry softly jokes and Y/n scrunches her nose at his teasing, flipping him off. 

“Oh, I'm just joking, baby honey. You're too beautiful for this world. He presses another sloppy kiss on her cheek and they are off.” 

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Y/n and Harry were pretty nervous for the rest of the cast and crews reaction to her and Harry's affair. They didnt know how her relationship was behind the scene and definitely had no place to judge since she knows the industry secrets, girls sleep with directors and guys sleep with married women with three kids just for a mediocre part on a tv series only to end up having three lines the whole season, her case was completely different. She wasn't gaining anything by being with Harry, in fact she was losing a lot. Losing roman wasn't anything she was necessarily upset about in any way. She was happy she got to end that chapter in her life and start a chapter she was happy writing, spending it with someone she loves and someone who loves her exactly the same. But she knew her family would be disappointed with her, she would lose touch with everyone in Roman’s family that she did have a good relationship with. She's also losing a high school sweetheart, which he wasn't good to her and after years of it she wasn't good to him either, but she's losing the dream of marrying a high school sweetheart, but it was worth it to live a happy life that she's wanted. 

It seems like everything is falling into place. She finally got her dream role on broadway, working along with people she would have great friendships with for the rest of her life, along with her lover, she's making memories she will never forget, and she's getting her big start to what seems to be a wonderful acting career since the critic reviews are in for her opening night performance as Sandy Olsson and they have all been nothing short of positive. 

“Do you think they are going to hate us? They probably think i fucked you for the role.” Harry rolls his eyes, “They can fuck off,” he flicks his cigarette onto the concrete behind the building before stomping it out. “Because after all you got the part and everyone loves you as sandy.” She gives him a soft smile, stepping into the door that leads backstage while Harry holds it open. “You're right. Thank you, H.” 

They step into Harry’s dressing room, sitting in the director chairs so they can start the process of getting their hair and makeup done. 

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“What a fucking rush. Another sold out night on broadway!” Y/n cheers while flopping on Harry's bed, her hair a mess from being pushed under so many different wigs and her skin red from so many different products. He smiles, kissing the top of her head. “You did so good, baby honey. I loved watching you from backstage.”

“You did so good, H! You didn't miss a beat! You got a standing ovation!” Harry cracks a smile, shaking his head. “Oh, so did you. And I couldn't have done this without you, you're the only thing getting me through this. No one talks about how stressful it is.” Y/n leans in for a kiss, her hand pushing into his hair while her tongue slips past his strawberry lips. Harry's hand come up to hold hers, tangling their fingers together

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Why is your engagement ring on?”

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“Y/n?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Why is your engagement ring back on?”

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Don't Worry Darling Pt. 8

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Summary: Y/N has her first big break as an actress as she lands the leading role in 'Don't Worry Darling'. The only problem is that her co-star is Harry Styles, who she feels has a very big ego. Tensions rise the more they film. All kinds of tension...

A/N: This is the final part. It's long (7893 words to be exact) and it's super boring. Just not exciting. *insert smirk here* ENJOY!

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>> Warning: 18+ ONLY: Some language, LOTS of smut - hand job, fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (birth control)

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3 Months Later

"I need to get dressed soon." You swat Harry's hands away from your hips, looking in the mirror as you let down your hair. "And you're really not helping."

"Yeah, because I don't want you to get dressed." He smirks.

You bite your lower lip and shake your head, as he pulls you towards him, your back touching his chest.

He dips his head down and places gentle kisses along your neck, causing you to let out a strong exhale.

"One more time?" He grins, turning you around to face him.

You press your forehead against his and look at his lips. He places a gentle kiss on yours, then one on your nose, and then lastly another on your forehead.

"Please." He whispers.

You can hardly resist him, and he knows it. You crave him as much as he craves you, and the sensation that courses through your body is always quick to ignite.

"You have your team coming in half an hour, why do you even need to get ready?" He asks.

"I don't want to look homeless when they get here!"

"Babe…" he whines, causing butterflies in your stomach as you bite your lower lip. "I think you look the prettiest when I'm inside you."

"Oh my god." You roll your eyes. "You're a pest!"

"And you're a tease!" He states, looking down at how hard you're pushing into him.

He gently places a kiss on your lips and you smile against it. One of your hands moves to his bicep, while the other is placed on the back of his neck. His hands move around to your ass and slide down into the cotton shorts you have on.

You let out a soft moan, causing him to press firmer against your body.

The hand around his bicep moves down to his shorts, rubbing against the fabric as you feel his hard cock twitch under your grasp. He lets out a heavy breath, then smashes his lips back against yours and parts them with his tongue.

You both pull away to catch a breath, and he leans his forehead against yours.

"Y/N..." He utters.

You remove both of your hands from their positions and grab his t-shirt. You place a firm kiss on his lips and he grabs your waist, as you pull him towards the bed with a smirk on your face.

You let go, and he pouts.

"If I've gotta change anyway…" you smile, grabbing the hem of your own t-shirt and pulling it off over your head.

He bites his lip, and does the same, then you both remove your shorts.

He immediately lunges towards you, causing you to both fall on the bed, and you giggle. He hovers over you, breathing heavily as his eyes roam around your body.

"What?" You giggle, causing him to smirk.

"Just admiring the view." He replies, leaning down to kiss your neck, and drawing out a moan from your lips.

"Harry, please." You whisper.

"Oh, now look who's begging…" he chuckles.

You grab the back of his neck and pull him to your lips. You part them with your tongue and he lets out an eager moan.

He grabs your inner thigh and squeezes, as he slowly moves it up towards your center. With your free hand, you reach down and grab his cock, instantly stroking it as he removes his lips from yours to let out a heavy exhale.

He glides his finger up and down your center.

"Always so fu-"

"I'm always wet for you, Harry. Shouldn't be a surprise." You chuckle.

"It's not. I just like knowing it still happens." He smirks.

"Are you gonna do something about it or what?"

He bites his lower lip and then slides his fingers inside of you.

"Fuck." You moan out, closing your eyes shut at the sudden burst of pleasure. You pump his length faster, occasionally rubbing your thumb over his already leaking tip.

He leans down to your neck and kisses his way over it, as he glides his fingers in and out. He kisses back up to your lips as his fingers pump in and out again.

Your tongue returns to the inside of his mouth, and his joins the rhythm of yours, both moaning against each other as the pleasure builds.

He pulls his mouth away slightly, resting his forehead on your and panting.

"I wanna be in-"

"Yes. Please." You answer, panting.

He removes his fingers and you quickly roll over, resting your head on the bed and lifting your ass in the air.

"Fuck, baby." He utters, grabbing your ass with both hands.

You reach around and rub his tip against your center, coating it before lining it up and letting him push in.

You let out a strong exhale as he gets deep. "Mmmm."

He grabs your waist with one hand and rubs your back up and down with the other.

His hips thrust in and out at a steady pace, and your body creates a consistent moan. Your eyes squeeze shut from the pleasure and your head tilts back as you push back against him.

"Oh my god." You whisper, barely getting the words out.

Your breathing gets faster along with Harry's pace. He grabs your hips as he starts to moan, going deeper and deeper with every thrust.

"Harry." You moan out. "God th-this feels… so good!"

"Yeah?"

You nod in reply.

"You… you feel good, baby."

"Harder." You breathe out.

"What?"

"Harder, Harry!" You exclaim, causing him to moan deeply.

He shifts himself to lean over your back slightly, and moves one hand to rest gently in the back of your neck.

"Harry! Oh my god!"

"Fuck, Y/N! Feels… so… good."

"I-... oh, fuck… I'm… mmm… I'm gonna cum."

He quickly moves one hand to your ass cheek and strokes it with his thumb, giving it a smack.

"Want… I want you to look… back at me…" he moans as he gets deeper. "...when you cum.."

You nod, biting your lip as your body writhes from the intense pleasure. Your hands suddenly grip onto the sheets as every muscle in your body tenses.

Your mouth drops open and you gaze back to him, doing what you can to keep your eyes from squeezing shut.

"Oh god, Harry… f-... fu-... Harry! Fuck!"

Suddenly the build up of pleasure releases and flows throughout your body. Harry bites his lip, watching you finally throw your head back and ride out your orgasm as he continues pumping into you.

"Oh my god." You pant out. "Oh my god."

"Baby. Oh god. You…" He grunts, his thrusts getting sloppy. "I just…"

You slowly sit up, bringing your back close to his chest and wrapping your arm around to the back of his head.

"I wanna feel you cum." You utter.

He lets out an exasperated exhale and moans.

"Y/N." He grunts. You feel his legs tense up and his arms start to shake and he bounces you on his cock.

"Fuck, baby. Oh god!" He grunts once more before his body melt into yours, and he immediately starts placing kisses all over your cheek, panting in between each one as he catches his breath.

He gives you one more kiss as you ride out your orgasms. He pulls you off and gets up from the bed to the bathroom.

You quickly do the same. He cleans himself off and grabs your hips as stands in front of you. He leans his forehead against yours and closes his eyes.

"I can't get enough of you." He smiles, causing you to chuckle and shake your head.

"I need to take another shower…"

"I can help with that." He smirks.

"Don't you dare!" You giggle. "I'm trying to not look homeless, remember?"

"Well, you definitely don't look homeless." He chuckles. "But you do look freshly fucked!"

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You feel more prepared for another red carpet experience, until you remember that this is the Oscars, and that you are nominated for an award.

You take a deep breath as you walk out to the multitudes of cameras and paparazzi, smiling and posing as you inch closer to the venue.

You also try to look for Harry. You haven't seen him since he left your hotel room, so you subtly glance around to catch a glimpse of him.

You give a few quick interviews along the way, before coming up to the E!News platform. You can feel your heart racing as you step up and meet Guiliana Rancic for the first time.

"Hello there Y/N, how are you?" She greets, giving you a quick hug.

You let out a strong exhale. "I'm just waiting to wake up from this dream I'm in!"

You both giggle.

"Well, I must say, you look absolutely stunning! Gorgeous!" She looks you up and down in your dress.

"Oh my god, thank you! So do you!"

"Oh stop." She dramatically flips her hair. "This is your first time here, how exciting!"

"Yeah, like I said, it feels like a dream. I can't even believe it!"

"And nominated for 'Best New Actress' too, that's gotta be… I mean, how do you feel about that?"

You grin and shake your head. "I feel so lucky to be here. Just in general. With all these beautiful, talented legends!" You look over your shoulder at the others on the red carpet.

"Who would you say is someone who you would definitely fangirl over?" She giggles.

"I just saw Sandra Bullock walking by and I almost squealed. I think she's so funny!" You grin.

"And she's so sweet!" Guiliana nods. "Now, your movie counterpart, Harry Styles, is also nominated for an award. 'Best New Actor', right?"

You nod.

"How awesome is it that you are both nominated, being two 'up-and-comers' so to speak?"

"Yeah, I'm honored to be nominated and Harry is very talented, so I'm not surprised at his nomination. But, yeah, this entire experience is just incredible."

"Speaking of Mr. Harry Styles…" she motions behind you and you subtly bite your lower lip. You twist around to see that, in fact, he was walking up onto the platform and giving Guiliana a kiss on the cheek.

He looks over to you and winks. "Oh hello, fancy seeing you here."

"Harry, did you know we were talking about you?" She teases. "Or did you just happen to see your gorgeous co-star up here?"

Harry takes a quick glance towards you, pulling his lips inward as he looks you up and down.

"I'm just happy we didn't end up wearing the same outfit. She definitely looks better in it." He chuckles, and you suddenly feel his hand on your lower back.

"Harry, I'll ask you now. You two worked together, and you're now both nominated for an award! What's that like for you?"

"Umm…" he looks down and you both keep your gaze on each other for a moment before he turns back to her. "I think we are just both so grateful and honored. It's just been a great experience overall."

You smile and nod in agreement.

"Now, I just have to add, there's been tons of rumors that the two of you are together..." She teases, and you feel Harry remove his hand from your back. You drop your head slightly, before seeing him tug at the sleeves of his suit, and put his hand right back where it was.

"Okay." Harry replies quickly.

"Well, all the fans want to know… is it true? Are you two together? This would be such a special night for you guys!"

"Umm, it's a special night for us no matter what." Harry offers, meeting your gaze quickly before you look back to Guiliana.

"And this night, and the nominations, aren't about us. It's truly honoring the amazing film we both got to be a part of." You state.

"We don't want anything to take away from this moment, for the movie." Harry adds.

"Well, congrats to the both of you. You both look amazing. And enjoy your first time at the Oscars!"

You both thank her as you walk back down the steps together, Harry's hand still placed on your back. As you both stop to find where you need to go next, he leans closer to your ear.

"You really do look gorgeous." He whispers, causing you to blush and look up into his beautiful green eyes.

"So do you." You wink.

"Careful there." He looks up and looks around discreetly. "M'gonna wanna take you right here, right now!"

You bite your lip as your body ignites with desire.

"Don't do that either, love."

Your breath hitches, but you see Bethany waving you over to another backdrop for some more photos.

"Oh, thank god." You quietly giggle. "See you later, stud."

You walk over to your assistant and she fixes your dress as you get ready to pose.

"Y/N! Y/N! Over here!"

"Y/N! Harry!"

Your brow furrows slightly in confusion hearing Harry's name called, and as you turn your head, you see that gorgeous man walking up to you.

"Hello again." He smirks.

"What are you doing?" You whisper.

"They want photos of us together." He shrugs, placing his hand on your lower back again.

You both turn towards the cameras and smile, feeling Harry inch closer and closer with each flash.

The two of you walk down a few feet to pose in front of some more paparazzi, and position yourselves together again. He moves his hand behind you, this time on the top of your ass.

"I swear… this dress isn't helping to hold me back." He whispers.

"Harry…" you whisper back.

"No one can see." He smirks, moving his head around for the cameras to get better angles. You both shuffle over to the last photography area.

He lowers his hand more, but the tulle of your dress prevents him from getting a good feel. He discreetly growls at the inability to grasp you there, and you giggle.

"You can get more later." You whisper.

He lets out a strong exhale as you take the last photos. "Bloody hell, Y/N."

You give the cameras a wave and finally walk off the red carpet towards the venue, with Harry following quickly behind.

As you stop inside to take in your surroundings, he finds his way next to you and looks down, breathing a little heavier than normal.

"M'gonna have to stay away from you tonight." He chuckles.

You see Bethany waving you over to a group of, what you assume are, important people in the industry. You look back at Harry and lick your lips.

"Yeah right. See you at our seats, Mr. Styles."

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You and Harry, of course, sit together, stealing glances and little grazes of your hands as the night goes on. Sensation in your body builds ever so slightly with each touch. You do your best to put space between you, but your desire to feel him in some way keeps control throughout the night.

The closer things get towards your awards, the more nervous you get. Gemma, who is sitting on the other side of you, has handed you a drink, but it doesn't seem to calm you down.

Your legs are bouncing and you feel Harry's hand on your thigh. Your head snaps over to you and your eyes widen.

"Someone could see." You whisper.

He shakes his head. "I don't care. I want to help you."

He gives you a big grin and you place your hand over his.

"Yours is up next, I should be helping you." You shake your head.

"M'fine." He shrugs. "You're here. So m'fine."

Suddenly the presenters for 'Best New Actor' approach the podium to read the nominations, and you squeeze Harry's hand.

You're trying to be controlled and discreet, but can't help but stare at him as he watches the stage. He drops his head with a smile as they list his name, and you squeeze his hand again, causing him to turn his head towards you.

"And the winner is…"

He takes a deep breath, still locked on your face, as the envelope opens.

"Harry Styles!"

He drops his head into his free hand and shakes his head. You release your grip and stand up with him, grabbing him into a hug.

"I'm so proud of you." You whisper in his ear, and hear him clear his throat. He grabs your shoulders and gives you a peck on the cheek, doing the same to Gemma, and shaking some more of the cast's hands as he makes his way to the stage.

You pull both lips in, standing and clapping, to hold back some tears threatening to appear.

He shakes hands with the presenters, takes the award he is handed, and stands in front of the mic. He immediately looks towards you as you sit down and he exhales a deep breath.

"Wow. Umm…" he clears his throat and looks down. "Thank you for this. Umm, yeah, thank you to everyone sitting here who was a part of this amazing film."

He looks at the award in his hand, and then looks back up to you. "From the beginning of filming, even though it felt difficult at times, I knew it was something special."

He looks down again and smiles before returning his gaze to your group.

"I couldn't have asked for better people to work with. Umm… I honestly never thought I'd be here, and I'm so grateful that I am. I couldn't have done this without everyone who supported me. And…"

He clears the shakiness in his voice, as he continues to look directly at you. "And, thank you. Thank you for giving me this chance."

He nods and steps away from the mic, subtly wiping away a tear from his eye.

He is ushered backstage and your eyes stay glued on him until he walks completely out of sight.

Suddenly, your nerves hit stronger as the music plays and two more presenters make their way to the stage. Now it is time for your nomination.

Your legs start to bounce again, and you immediately miss Harry's comforting hand on your thigh. You grab Gemma's as they list the nominees and clench your jaw when you hear your name called. You really wish Harry was next to you at this moment.

"And the winner for 'Best New Actress' is…"

You move your hand to squeeze Gemma's arm.

"Y/N Y/L/N!"

Your mouth drops open and your eyes widen, as your hands fly up to your cheeks. You instinctively look around for Harry, before remembering he is backstage. Your heart sinks just a little but then you remember you need to get up from your seat. You immediately get embraced by Gemma, then make your way over to and up the stairs to the stage.

You thank the presenters and take your spot at the podium with your award.

"Wow…" You shake your head. "Of course, now is the time I need to use the restroom."

Everyone chuckles and you step back slightly from the mic to hold back tears. "I am beyond honor-"

Suddenly you feel a warm hand on your back and one on your arm. You swivel around to see Harry.

"Yay!" He whispers, grinning more widely than you've ever seen, and he gives you a quick peck on the cheek.

He starts to step backwards and points to the crowd. "Enjoy your moment, love."

He jogs away and you turn back to the podium, with a huge blush displaying on your cheeks.

"Umm…" you giggle, trying to pull your thoughts back together. "A few years ago, I… I would've never thought this would be a reality, but here I am living my dream! I want to quickly thank my family and friends for being the best support system, my team for basically getting me where I need to be on a daily basis, the entire movie crew for letting me be a part of this amazing project, and my co-stars. And, to Harry, for being the best partner to work with."

You clear your throat, gently dabbing under your eyes to keep them dry, and then hold up the award in front of you.

"Thank you. Thank you all so much. I will cherish this for the rest of my life."

You step back as the music starts to play, and are ushered backstage.

Still in a daze, you bump into someone who grabs your arms, causing you to snap out of it and look up.

"I am so proud of you." Harry grins, looking around and grabbing your hand. "Come with me."

He leads you further backstage, shuffling in between some large equipment, and pushes you against it. He grabs your award and puts both on the top of whatever you are squeezed between. He puts one hand on your hip and the other behind your neck, taking advantage of the tight space by pressing up hard against you. Both of your hands make it around the back of his neck, gently running one through his hair.

His breathing is rapid and he bites his lip before smashing them against yours. He moves down your neck and moans against your skin as you tug on his hair.

"You're amazing, Y/N." He whispers, before kissing your neck. "So fucking amazing."

You let out a shaky breath and he brings his face back up in front of you, his gaze scanning all over your face.

Still graced with some tears in your eyes, he wipes away the one that falls, and tenderly kisses your lips once more.

You peek around the corners of where you are and spot a hallway, so you grab his hand. "Now… come with me."

His breath hitches, grabbing the awards, and you pull with you, checking the handles of any door you come across. Three doors down and you find one that is unlocked. You open it to find a small storage room, so you pull Harry in and lock the door behind him.

"Y/N…"

You press him against the door and palm over his pants.

"Yes…?" You reply, with a widening grin, as he moans out slightly.

"You really…" he leans his head back against the door. "Fuck."

"If you don't want me to…" you start to pull your hand away, but he grabs your wrist.

"I… I do. Fuck. F'course I do."

"I know." You chuckle. "I can feel it."

He lowers his head to look at you and smirks.

"Naughty."

"I've been told I'm a bit of a little freak." You shrug, grabbing the awards and placing them on the floor. He grabs the back of your head to push your lips against his.

You use your hands to unbutton his pants and lower his zipper, sliding one of them inside his briefs as he moans out.

"I like holding onto this more than that award…"

"Fucking hell, babe!" He exclaims, biting his lip and throwing his head back again as you grab his cock and start to stroke.

You kiss along his jawline, moving down his neck, and back up to kiss right below his ear.

"God, Y/N, this feels so… good…" He breathes out, causing you to spit in your hand and pump his cock a little faster. "You… you feel so… so good!"

You moan against his skin. He tilts his head back towards you and starts to place kisses on your neck too.

You reach around with your other hand to the back of his neck, giving his hai a slight tug, causing him to remove his lips and squeeze his eyes shut.

"Y/N…" He mutters. "Yeah…"

You run your thumb over his tip and feel him already leaking. You lift your head up, making him do the same, as you stare him in the eyes and lick your thumb.

"Oh my god!" He moans. "I'm not… fuck… I can't last… much longer, babe!"

"Good." You giggle.

"Fuck, Y/N. S-so good."

"I wanna taste it." You carefully drop down and place your mouth over his tip, careful not to mess up your makeup too much more, and give others any hint of what you're currently doing.

You continue to stroke him with one hand, mouth ready for him to release, and you reach up to his chest with your other hand.

He grabs it and then stretches his other arm out to his side, slapping against the wall.

"Baby… yes… I'm so close." He moans between breaths. "I'm… oh god… that's it, so good… fuck Y/N. Oh my god!"

His body completely tenses as his cum releases and slides down your throat.

"Oh… my god… fuck." He pants, his cock still throbbing in your mouth.

You wait until you've swallowed every last drop before pulling off and looking up to him through your lashes.

He meets your eyes, but then closes his shut and throws his head back as he grins.

His breathing starts to regulate and he pulls you up against him, still grinning.

"Liked that?" You ask.

"Well, yeah… liked that you did that." He leans his forehead against yours.

"Congratulations, Oscar winner!" You chuckle.

"And what about you, miss 'Best New Actress'..." He runs his hands up and down your arms.

"Oh, babe, there is no way you can get around this dress." You laugh.

"I like a challenge!" He exclaims.

You put both hands on his chest and kiss his lips softly.

"Just… wait. It'll be worth it." You whisper against his lips.

"Fuck, you're gonna kill me, but I can't get enough of you." He chuckles.

"Glad you like it." You wink.

He fixes himself and his pants, making sure you both look presentable before he opens the door and peeks into the hallway. He lets you step out first, and closes the door once he is also in the hallways. Then he grabs your wrist and twirls you back around to face him, pulling you into his chest.

"I also like you in my arms. And kissing my lips." He places one on yours. "And when you blush while you smile. And… when you call me babe."

As if on cue, the heat rushes to your cheeks and you give him one last kiss before pulling away.

"I think you're also gonna like my next outfit."

~~~~~

After changing into your new dress, and after walking the carpet for some more photos, you enter the after party.

"I know he's the sexiest man alive, and you're gorgeous as hell, but try to keep your cool for at least an hour before you run off to god-knows-where with him?" Bethany pleads, with a subtle smile.

"I'll do my best." You smirk, turning to see her scowl. "Okay. I will."

She waves you off, after explaining that she is going to let you free for the entire night. You scan the room and see the most amazing people all gathered in this venue.

You suddenly become shy, and make your way to the bar. As you lean on the counter, Gemma suddenly rushes over to you, grabbing your face as she kisses you on the cheek.

"I love you! I'm so proud of you! You look gorgeous! And I love you!" She exclaims, turning around to run off with some others.

You chuckle as you twist back around, meeting the eyes of the person next to you.

"Holy shit." You mutter.

"Hi, Y/N. Congratulations on your win!" Jennifer Lawrence states.

Your mouth drops open as she leans in for a quick hug.

"Holy shit." You repeat.

"Oh, please." She giggles. "Don't."

"I'm so sorry. Don't mind me… I'm just uncomfortably gawking over you because I'm a huge fan."

"Thank you. I am too! You really were amazing."

"Th-... fuck." You stutter. "Thank you. Seriously. Thank you so much."

"Can I get you your first congratulatory drink?" She offers.

"What is my life right now?" You chuckle. "Thank you. Umm, martini please."

You wait for your orders and chat about her upcoming projects, and your next movie with Christopher Nolan.

You're handed your martini and you both turn around to view the crowd of celebrities before you.

She takes a sip of her drink then motions to someone in the sea of people. "There's someone right there who I am positive is a bigger fan of yours than I am."

"What?" You turn to her, then turn in the direction she is motioning to.

You suddenly see Harry, dressed in a beautiful new suit, standing and chatting with Lizzo.

You feel fluttering all over your body as you take in every part of Harry that you can see.

"Lizzo?" You grin.

Jennifer lets out a huge laugh, which quickly draws both Lizzo and Harry's attention towards you for a split second, before turning away.

Your heart races, and you see his head snap back over to you for a double take. He brings his drink to his lips, and shakes his head as he swallows his sip. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Lizzo fan herself as she joins Harry in his gaze, but you can't tear your eyes away from him.

He gives her a quick hug and pulls his lips inward as he makes his way over to you.

"Ope. My cue to leave." States Jennifer, giving you a quick hug before scooting over to a group nearby.

Harry stops right in front of you, toes touching yours, and you feel his rapid warm breath on your cheeks.

"You cannot be here." He growls.

"What?"

"You cannot be here in that dress. M'bout to pop out of my pants just from looking over at you." He smirks.

You bite your lip.

"Y/N. You're…" he takes a step back, looking you up and down, before stepping closer again. "You're fucking gorgeous!"

You start to blush and he grabs your hips, pulling you closer and placing a kiss on your forehead.

"Let's go somewhere." He whispers.

You whimper discreetly, but place your hands on his chest to gently push him back.

"Settle down, Styles. I promised Bethany an hour." You state.

He pouts and then pulls out his phone. "Alright. An hour."

"Did you just set an alarm?" You laugh.

"No. M'just checking the time. Doubt I'll be able to hold out a minute over!" He exclaims.

He orders another drink and guides you back to where he was talking to Lizzo. You giggle and gawk over her, and are shocked as she does the same over you.

"Oh my god, I'm so happy to actually meet you and not just listen to him chatter on and on about the amazing Y/N."

He chokes on the sip he just took of his drink, and wipes his mouth off.

"Hey…"

She throws her hands up in defense. "Sorry, honey, she needs to know she has a stalker."

"Alright, we're leaving." He chuckles.

"No…" you whine dramatically. "I wanna talk more to Lizzo about the creep who's practically in love with me!"

She lets out a huge laugh at your joke, but your eyes grow wide at the words that just came out of your mouth and you hear Harry clear his throat.

"Uh, alright, that's enough out of you two." He smiles, glancing over at you and hiding the red hue appearing on his cheeks.

You roll your eyes at him in Lizzo's direction and give her a quick hug goodbye.

"He does adore you." She whispers before pulling back, and gives you a wink as Harry leads you away.

"What'd she say…" Harry inquires, half of a smirk and half of a frown on his face.

"That she now loves me more than she loves you." You reply, causing him to laugh.

"Yeah, well…" he smiles over to you and shrugs. "I don't doubt that."

~~~~~

After a couple more drinks, and some chats with other celebs, Harry sees the group of people he's been looking for all night.

"Hey guys!" He beams as you both walk up to them.

Harry's manager Jeff, his drummer Sarah, and his guitarist Mitch all give him hugs and congratulate him on his Oscar win.

Sarah quickly turns to you and gently pushes Harry aside.

"You must be Y/N!" She states, giving you a big hug. "So happy to finally meet you."

"Oh?" You chuckle, nervously, seeing Harry rub the back of his neck and blush when you look towards him.

"The dope won't shut up about ya!" Jeff adds.

"For fucks sake, Jeff." Harry whines.

They immediately dive in with the questions- wanting to know about your upbringing, your start in movies, your next projects, your aspirations. With each question, Harry's hand slips lower on your back, making its way to your ass.

After another drink, he wraps both arms in front of you and rests his head on the top of yours, while you continue to talk to his friends.

"But Y/N, if you ever want to come to a show, just have Lover Boy let me know."

"Alright. Alright. This was clearly a mistake." Harry shakes his head, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers. A sudden flurry floods your entire body at that small gesture of affection.

He turns to leave but Sarah grabs your other hand. "Oh no you don't, Harry. She's coming with me!"

"Umm… what?" He responds.

"I'm taking her to the dancefloor!" She replies, pulling you out of his grip and away with her.

"This can't be good." He replies.

You both giggle as you look back to see him pout, and you send him a little wave.

As soon as you reach the middle of the crowd, she turns around to you.

"Alright, I just wanna say… he is out of his mind about you."

You chuckle. "What?"

"He's crazy about you. So thank you."

Your eyes widen. "You're thanking me?"

"He's a gem and he has been really happy lately. We love him. All of us do. We love seeing him this way. And it seems to be because of you."

You drop your head to hide the intense heat flooding your cheeks.

"I just wanted you to know the effect you're having in his life." She adds.

You nod and she gives you a quick hug.

"I'm done with the mushy and maybe uncomfortable chitchat, so let's dance!" She exclaims, grabbing your hand and twirling you around as you laugh.

After the second song, you feel a comforting, warm arm wrap around you from behind, and a drink appears in front. You grab the glass and spin around to meet Harry's wide and dimpled grin.

"Hello beautiful."

"Hey there, handsome." You smile, seeing Sarah shimmy her way back to Mitch.

With his hand free of your drink, he wraps it around your waist with his other hand and brings your lips to touch his.

"What are you doing?" You whisper.

"Trying to kiss you." He whispers back.

"But-"

"Lemme kiss you."

You smile and he presses a gentle, tender kiss on your lips.

Sarah clears her throat, causing you both to turn towards her. She winks at you before moving back to the group.

"So what did Sarah say to you?" He asks, biting his lip as he gazes into your eyes.

"That she now loves me more than she loves you." You grin.

"That's happening a lot tonight." He smirks, placing another gentle kiss on your lips as he starts to sway to the music.

You smile and shrug.

"I believe it though, I'm falling in love."

"What?" Your breathing suddenly gets rapid and your heart races.

He straightens up and his eyes widen.

"I… umm…" He steps back slightly and his gaze falls as he rubs the back of his neck. "Umm…"

"Has it been an hour?" You suddenly ask.

"Huh?" He frowns in confusion.

"Has it been an hour since we got here?"

He clears his throat and looks down at his watch. "Yeah. 'Bout an hour and a half..."

"Okay. Let's leave." You pull away completely and pull his hand to follow you.

"Y/N… I…"

"Come on, please."

You hear him sigh and you make your way back to his group, saying goodbye to each of them.

"I'm glad he has you now." Sarah whispers, as she wraps you in a big hug.

Harry says his own goodbyes, looking a little nervous, and he follows you over to meet up with Lizzo.

She also gives you a big hug and murmurs in your ear. "He's legit the heart eye emoji for you, babe."

She gives you a wink when you pull away, then gives Harry a big squeeze. She whispers to him as well, causing a small smirk to appear on his face as he looks over to you.

"What did she say…" you ask, as you both walk away.

"That, uh, she now loves you more than she loves me." He chuckles.

You make your way out to a private SUV and he helps you in before sitting next to you.

"Y/N… I…"

You turn your body towards him as he runs his hand through his hair.

"M'sorry I said that."

"Oh." Your head drops low and you feel a knot in your stomach.

"I… I mean… fuck." He growls.

"You didn't mean it." You state, figuring that the form of a question was no longer necessary.

"No, I-"

"It's okay, Harry." You interrupt, fidgeting with your hands.

He turns his body towards yours and grabs your hands with one of his.

"Y/N. I did. I am-..." He lets out a deep exhale and you can hear the shakiness in his breath. "I'm falling in love with you."

Your breath hitches and you release a deep exhale yourself.

"I don't want to scare you off."

"Harry…"

"I know. It's too much. M'sorry."

You grab his face with your hands and turn it to face you.

"Will you just… shut up…" You giggle, pressing your lips passionately against his.

He scoots closer, grabbing your face as your hands move around and intertwine with the hair at the back of his head.

Your lips move together and his tongue parts yours. You continue until the SUV arrives at your hotel, and you quickly make your way inside to the private elevator.

As soon as the doors close, you smash your lips against his, moaning against them as he runs his hands down your back and gliding them over your ass.

You fully press your body against him, feeling his hard cock against you. Your hands run up into his hair again, and you grab ahold of it as your tongue parts his lips.

He grabs your hips and pulls away to catch a breath.

"Fuck, Y/N." He pants. "What's… I mean… do you-..."

"Shh. Just hold on." You whisper, biting your lip before pulling him back towards you by his suit jacket.

The elevator dings as it reaches the top floor. The doors open and you walk backwards, gently pulling him by his clothes.

You stop after a few steps and press your body against his, running your palms from his chest, and up to his shoulders. His lips meet your neck, and he turns you towards the hallway wall, pressing you up against it.

He runs his finger down the middle of your chest, along the skin exposed by the deep neckline of your dress. He presses his lips between your breasts and you grind your body against his.

He straightens up, lips locking with yours, and pulls you off the wall, walking you backwards to your hotel suite.

You twist around to walk forwards, and he wraps his arms tightly around your shoulders, kissing your neck as you lead him to your room.

You do what you can to focus on entering the code into the keypad, while the sensation of his lips on your shoulders sends shivers down your spine.

As soon as the door closes behind him, you reach for the zipper on your dress. He takes a hold of it, slowly lowering it down over your body and kissing up your back as he stands up.

You turn around and remove his suit jacket, working on his pants as he removes his dress shirt. His slacks and briefs fall to the floor and he steps out, throwing them on the nearby armchair.

His breathing becomes rapid as he steps back, watching intently as you slip the straps of your dress off your shoulder, slowly shimmying it down your body and removing your thin panties.

You grab his hands and pull him close to you, so that you're pressed right up against him, feeling how hard he's gotten. He moves to kiss your neck and down onto your shoulder. You wrap your arms around his neck and play with the curls on the back of his head.

"Harry?"

He lifts his head up to look you in the eyes.

"Yeah?"

You look into his gorgeous greens and your heart flutters. The sensation between your legs heightens and your breathing increases.

"I was waiting to say… I'm falling in love with you, too."

He exhales strong as he smiles, grabbing your body with one hand around your back, and the other behind your head.

Your lips smash together passionately and you grab his biceps as you let out a whimper. You walk backwards with him towards your suite's dining table and jump up on it.

He pulls you to the very edge and kneels down on the floor, spreading your legs open and slowly running his hands up your thighs.

"Harry, please."

He gently glides his tongue up your center to your clit and slightly pulls away.

"You taste so good." He states, causing you to reach out with one hand and grip tightly on his hair.

"It feels so good." You moan.

He swirls his tongue and slides his fingers inside.

"Mmm!" You moan. "So… good!"

He slowly pumps them in and out, sucking on your clit each time he pulls back. And then again, sliding his fingers in and out. The cold metal of his rings hits the outside of your pussy, which sends a shiver through your body and you squeeze around his fingers.

"Oh my god." You breathe out, grabbing tighter on his hair, feeling him moan against your skin, and you grip the edge of the table.

His fingers curl up when they push in again, causing a strong sensation to build in your stomach.

"Harry! Oh my god!" Your breath gets rapid. "Harry! I-... I want you inside me."

"I will, baby. I want you to cum first." He sucks on your clit again as his fingers pump faster.

"I'm… close." Your voice shakes. "Oh god, Harry, I'm so close!"

He pulls his lips away slightly. "Cum for me, baby."

As his fingers go deeper and faster, he kisses and bites your inner thighs.

"Fuck, Harry!"

"I wanna taste all of you." He states.

"Oh god, Harry… O-oh god!... Fuck!"

He pulls his head away as your entire time tenses up, and you throw your head back from the sensation.

"Babe, look at me."

You bite your lower and tilt your head towards him, seeing him grin widely. You reach your peak and your jaw drops open as you do what you can to keep your eye contact.

"Oh my god, Harry!" You exclaim, panting through your orgasm.

He removes his fingers, licking up your center one more time, before quickly standing up and rubbing his tip against your sensitive entrance.

He glides in slowly, grabbing your hips and pumping in at a steady pace.

"Oh fuck, Harry!"

"Bloody hell, you feel so good."

He starts to pump faster, extracting a moan from your lips each time he gets deeper. You grab his biceps to keep steady.

"Fuck you feel good, babe." He states, pressing his lips passionately against yours.

His tongue parts your lips and you match his movements. He thrusts in deeper one time and moans against your mouth.

"Again." You whisper.

"Fuck, Y/N." He goes deeper again, gripping your hips steady for a little more power in his thrust.

"Again, Harry, please!" You plead.

He thrusts in again and you let out a deep moan. He pumps in and out, harder and deeper, in and out again.

"Harry... Oh my god… m-more… please… more!"

"Fuck, babe... Y/N… oh my god."

"I'm… Har-... I'm gon… cum." You strain to speak, your stomach tightening with the built up pleasure.

"Cum. Squeeze me." He whispers. "Fuck Y/N… cum, babe!"

"Har-... Fuck! Harry!" You shout, your body melting around him as your orgasm reaches its peak.

"Yes, baby!" He continues to thrust, getting sloppier as he gets closer to his own.

You pull closer and grab his hair tight, kissing and sucking his neck.

"Oh fuck… yes… so… good… baby!"

He grunts as he thrusts in one more time, stopping when he is all the way in and releases into you. His head drops onto your shoulder as he rides out his orgasm, kissing your neck and rubbing your back.

You feel him smile against your skin and he lifts his head, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"I can't get enough of that." He kisses your lips. "Can't get enough of you!"

He pulls out and walks to the bathroom, returning with some towels to clean up.

He tosses the towels, grabbing both your hands, and walking you over to the bed. You both climb in, under the covers, scooting your body close to him as you lay your head on his chest.

You intertwine your legs and trace his butterfly tattoo with your finger.

"Y/N…" He rubs his palm along your forearm. "I meant what I said."

You lift your head up to match his gaze.

"I did too, Harry." You smile and cup his cheek. You gently place a kiss on his lips, and he holds the back of your head to deepen the kiss.

You both pull away to catch your breath, and he bites his lower lip.

"One last time?" He chuckles.

You shake your head. "That doesn't really work anymore."

"Yeah, you're right." He furrows his brow in thought. "One more time?"

"I don't think that works either… it's gonna happen again more than once…" you reply, propping yourself up in your elbow.

"Lots more!" He asks, bringing you back in for a firmer kiss.

You push yourself up and throw your legs over him, straddling his hips as you feel his cock start to twitch again beneath you.

"How about…" you slowly start to grind on him and he strongly exhales. "We can say… 'lets go again' instead?"

He nods and pulls you back down to him to kiss you again. You move your lips to his jaw and place one soft kiss by his ear.

"I want more." You whisper.

"Oh yeah?" He breathes out.

"Let's. Go. Again."

~~~~~

THE END.

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[bloodwrittenballad]

Dessert | Jack Chambers x Reader

Summary: Jack spoils his dinner by having dessert first…

Warnings: Feminist morals who? Where? Sorry, loves, must’ve dropped that somewhere and picked this up instead. Smut, oral, pwp, reader is afab but no gender specific terms, possessiveness. The trailer for Don’t Worry Darling made me unbearably horny……

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. This is not for you, ageless or underage blogs will be blocked by me. Thank you. - Parker

You aren’t even sure how long it’s been, now.

Your bare back pressed against the silky white sheets, legs spread apart and shaking, it was all too hazy to pin point exactly how many times you’ve come. The only thing you could register was the way his hands pinned your hips down, all whilst his hot and split covered tongue lapped at your greedy cunt.

You writhed and moaned, pleasure all consuming as you clawed at the once neatly made bedsheets and moved down to grab hold of his beautiful brown hair.

Jack chucked darkly as your perfectly manicured fingernails found and dug their way into his slick back hair, the once neatly combed work now a mess. Not that he minded, of course. Jack loved to see the result of your passion filled nights, this was your own artwork. The mess you left behind as he crumbled your entire being just with his deliciously lush mouth.

It seemed that neither of you seemed to care that you were suppose to be at your friends house for dinner, the plans for your day changing the second he got home from work and saw you in that tight little dress of yours. Both of your hunger and cravings resided elsewhere tonight, as he let himself feast.

His own desire had outweighed yours greatly, his thirst for you was just unrelenting as he ate your sweet pussy like dessert. Normally you’d chide him for spoiling his dinner, but this was an occasion you’d by no means ruin by playing the dutiful housekeeper.

It wasn’t like you could if you wanted to, anyways. You were practically unintelligible as you lay there, hair in a halo on the pillows, your mouth hung open in constant whimpering and swearing, each slip of your tongue earning a playful and teasing slap from him.

Jack couldn’t take his eyes off you as he sucked and nipped at your sensitive clit, the way your eyes rolled back and your body twitched was intoxicating. With each spasm and jolt, your hips grinding into his face and your tits bounding, only spurred him on more as he slipper his muscled hands from underneath your ass and squeezed your plumpness with all his might.

He didn’t care if he left bruises on your soft and tender skin, hell he hoped for their to be patches of blue painted on you. The metal of his rings creating their own special indents on the skin.

It would only prove to you and anyone else exactly who you belonged to. Jack continued his work on your sopping wet cunt, your tired and overstimulated cries like music to his ears as you came once more on his tongue. Because this was just the beginning.

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[complicatedkiwi13]

Time After Time - Harry Styles AU

Prologue

Prompt: Harry and Y/N met in high school and there was an instant spark. What will happen 10 years later?

Word Count: 375 words

Warning: none?

10 years prior

Bright warm lights are in my eyes, only allowing me to pull my attention towards the brunette middle aged women, who I get to call my mentor and favorite gaslighter. There’s this strange comfort of being on stage, completely vulnerable, even when you are somebody else. It makes me feel safe, Mrs. Taylors can judge and scrutinize me all she wants. At the end of the day, it's a character to her, not related to me in any way. I like that. It gives me an outlet to express my faults.

While Mrs. Taylors is still writing down notes from the last duo, I turn to see that his eyes are already on me. Meeting his eyes, I whispered, “A trick that I do before every audition and show is to breathe in for 4 seconds, hold it for 4 seconds, breathe out another 4. I do it 4 times. It might help.”

Flashing me a Cheshire cat smile, “Thank you. This is my first time doing anything like this. I am in way over my head,” chuckling at the end. 

He has an accent, I thought, how is he going to audition for the role of an American dad if he, from my guesses, is british. Shaking that thought, I asked smiling, “How about we do it together while she finishes up those notes?”.

He nods while holding eye contact with me the entire time. Before I could get lost inside those eyes, I started counting the seconds with my fingers,feeling more nervous than I usually do.

Right as we finished, Mrs. Taylors said, “Slate and begin when you’re ready.”

Taking my last deep breath, I looking into Mrs. Taylors eyes before projecting nice and clear, “I am Emery Jade and I will be auditioning for Jodie, the mom.”

Still maintaining eye contact, I hear my partner next to me say, “Hello, my name is Harry Styles and I will be auditioning for the role of Jim, the Dad.”

His name, a name for someone who will make it one day. A name that I’ll never be able to escape, just like those eyes. Whether I come out of this his friend or his enemy, I will never be able to forget him. 

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[evalinascorner]

Harris Milstead a.k.a. Divine photographed by David Meyer

#Divine #harris glenn milstead #aesthetic #photography #art #pretty #fashion #photo #david meyer #lgbtq #actor #john waters

[zanephillips]

The Iron Claw (2023) dir. Sean Durkin

#harris dickinson #the iron claw #theironclawedit #filmedit #actor #men #menedit #mancandykings #filmgifs #dailyflicks #cinemapix #userfilm #userstream #mensource #gifs #mine #* #fyeahmovies

[bodhrancomedy]

It was number 5, but I still think that’s too high.

#deaf #tiktok #queer #video #actor #writer #anti jkr #Harry Potter isn’t well written

[dogzcats]

inside the actors' studio with Colin Firth

#inside the actors studio #colin firth #colinfirthedit #mamma mia #harry bright #mammamiaedit #musicals #he kinda slayed #musicaledit #anna attempts photoshop #I personally thought you were very good in mamma mia #1k+ #5k+ #5k

[zivazivc]

the JD loosing touch with society adventures

imagine him rattling and sweating more and more the longer this goes on

While I patiently wait for @picory to make his 'how JD and Rhonda met' animatic I had to get this stupid idea out of my system...

bonus:

next step: they steal the car

#i can't even tell if this is funny anymore i spent too much time on it #trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #trolls john dory #trolls oc #i guess #that scorpion really is a creature i created huh #i made it just so jd had something to stand on but now i kinda love the guy #i think jd would call him scorporal #i just came up with that because i'm just that good #scorporal #my art #the eric andre show #harry's car place #i don't trust like that #this clip is the only thing i think about when someone mentions jd's voice actor

[celebsresource]

Jeremy Allen White, Harris Dickinson and Zac Efron photographed by Devin Yalkin on the set of ‘The Iron Claw’

#jeremy allen white #jeremyallenwhiteedit #harris dickinson #zac efron #the iron claw #mancandykings #flawlessgentlemen #dailymalestaredit #dailymenedit #malesource #menedit #gaybuckybarnes #mensource #dailymencelebs #actorsdaily #* #behind the scenes #actors #userallure

[handwrittenhello]

Winner!!!!!

Congratulations to Harry du Bois for winning 2nd place in Tumblr's Poorest Little Meow Meow Contest!!

as the saying goes, second place is first loser! HDB, you'll always be the poorest little meow meow in our hearts. congrats!

oh and i guess also congrats to that other contestant or whatever

#tumblr's plmm contest #maybe if vriska hadn't cheated she would've earned an actual congratulatory post :) #now i have no motivation to make something special for the occasion #so you get a shitty edited meme instead of a drawing #disco elysium #harry du bois #hdb #vriska serket #homestuck #harrysweep #don't take this out on all homestuck fans guys tho for real. i'm sorry a few bad actors ruined it for everyone

[ls-emmy-44]

Stuck With You - by millsx (AO3)

Summary:

When Harry agreed to pretend to be Louis Tomlinson's boyfriend for publicity, he never expected to actually fall in love with him, and most definitely didn't think he'd be stuck with him in his shallow, overly large mansion in Manchester for two months due to a global pandemic.

#larry stylinson #actor!Harry #footballer!Louis #kinda enemies to lovers #quarantine

[be-with-me-so-happily]

Don't Worry Darling Pt. 7

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Summary: Y/N has her first big break as an actress as she lands the leading role in 'Don't Worry Darling'. The only problem is that her co-star is Harry Styles, who she feels has a very big ego. Tensions rise the more they film. All kinds of tension...

A/N: Well, shit. I can't write anything else. I just don't want to give away anything. Except I'll say... I do really love you all!

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>> Warning: 18+ ONLY: Some language, angst, mention of sexual encounters

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6 Months Later

Your car is slowing down, but your heart rate is speeding up. You fidget with your hands while your legs are bouncing uncontrollably.

Bethany places her hand on your thigh and gives you a sweet smile when you look her way.

"What's got you nervous, lady?"

"Oh, you know, just attending the Golden Globes for the very first time!" You chuckle, shaking your head. "I just can't believe this is happening."

"It's only the beginning for you, sweetheart. I know it is." She winks, patting your leg before removing her hand, as the car comes to a stop. "Alright, you ready?"

You let out a big, quick laugh. "No!"

"Too bad. Let's go." She smirks.

You exit the car and Bethany helps you fix your dress. Heading down the walkway and taking a deep breath, you walk onto the carpet and into the flashes of cameras.

"Y/N! Y/N!"

Just subtly over the shouts from the paparazzi, you can hear your name being called out by fans. The lights make it difficult to see much, but you can just make out the crowds forming to the sides, so you send a few blown kisses their way. You hope the action holds back the tears in your eyes as you're overwhelmed with gratitude. You are so happy to be there.

You stop for a few quick interviews on the sidelines before walking up a few steps and reaching the Entertainment Tonight platform

"Y/N, it's so nice to finally meet you!" Mario Lopez states.

"Oh my goodness, and you as well!" You reply.

"You look outstanding! And can I just tell you something? You were outstanding in 'Don't Worry Darling' too!"

"Thank you! That is so nice, thank you so much!"

"Seriously, outstanding. You did such a great job portraying the intensity of the film. Was it hard to get into that mindset?"

"Umm… as unclear as this answer is, I'd say yes and no. Yes, because my life isn't as intense as Alice's is, obviously. I had to really dig to create that inner turmoil for her character. But also no, because I had so many good people around me giving constant encouragement and support so, yeah. That's my very confusing answer." You chuckle.

"And some of those people around you, your castmates… how was it, walking into the experience pretty much, uh, a rookie, and working with people such as Chris Pine, who's been in this business a long time."

"Honestly, I couldn't have asked for a better introduction to doing a film of this magnitude. Umm, every single person on the cast, and the crew, were so welcoming, helpful, and just amazing. It's been such an amazing time for me."

"And, the film is nominated tonight, right? For Best Motion Picture Drama?"

You nod. "Yeah, yeah it is."

"How does that feel for you personally?" He asks, leaning in a little closer with the mic, as more people come onto the platform for other interviews.

"Wow, I mean, I'm just so honored to have even been a part of it and the nomination is really just a reflection of every single person… cast, crew, production, everyone… putting their all into it and making it what it came out to be."

"Absolutely, an amazing film! And speaking of your castmates…" He motions behind you, so you turn around to see Harry walking up the couple of steps to the platform.

"Hi Harry." You give him a small smile, seeing his hesitation as he walks up to you.

"Hello there." He leans towards you for a polite kiss on the cheek, then shakes Mario's hand.

You motion down the steps as you see Bethany waving you over.

"I better get moving. It's good to see you, Harry. And Mario, it was so nice to meet you. Thank you for having me."

"Thank you for being here!"

You give Mario a quick hug and nod towards Harry as you head back over to the red carpet.

"Sorry, I couldn't stop it." Bethany apologizes.

You raise an eyebrow at her. "Stop what?"

She points over to Harry but you smile and shake your head. "Oh, no, I'm fine. Totally fine."

She stares blankly at you for a moment, causing you to nod for reassurance, then she ushers you further on to take a few more photos.

You take your position and pose as the flashing lights blind you, taking a few more photos and then being ushered into the theatre.

The production crew has reserved a booth for the cast, very close to the stage. Your heart starts racing, thinking how unbelievable it is to be here. You know this night will be amazing. Definitely better than the movie premiere. You shake that thought out as you reach the booth.

"Hello my beautiful friends!" You greet your castmates, hugging each one who is already there. Gemma pats the spot next to her and you take the seat.

"You look stunning!" She states. "How are you feeling?"

"This is… unreal." You let out a strong exhale.

"Yeah, takes some getting used to." She grabs the glass in front of her and takes a sip. "That's why they serve drinks."

You giggle and look around the giant room, overwhelmed by the magnitude of the event, and all the people in attendance who you once never dreamed you would be in the same room with.

You start to turn back towards Gemma when you see Harry walking up to the booth. He makes his way, shaking hands and hugging everyone, before reaching you and Gemma.

"Ladies." He smiles towards Gemma, flickering his gaze towards you for a moment.

"Gem, how are you?"

"I'm good! Busy. Got a few things lined up soon. How are your tour plans coming along? I definitely want to come to one of the shows!"

He flickers his gaze over to you again, and looks back to her. "Yeah. S'good. Figuring it out. Let me know when you want to come and I'll get tickets sent to you."

He turns towards you and drops his gaze to the floor, rubbing the back of his neck. You notice his gaze slowly, and subtly make its way up your dress before finally meeting your eyes.

"Hi Y/N…" he mumbles.

"Hey, Harry." You smile. "You're… planning a tour?"

He clears his throat and nods. "Yeah."

"Oh. I didn't know. That's awesome."

The lights flicker and there is an announcement for everyone to take their seats.

"It… it was really good to see you." He states, running his hand through his hair and smiling at Gemma as he turns around.

You both sit down and Gemma quickly shifts her body to face you.

"That was… interesting… you alright?"

"I'm fine. Totally fine." You shrug, catching a glimpse of Harry as he sits down next to Chris, resting his elbows on his knees and fidgeting with his rings.

A countdown starts, music plays, and the ceremony begins.

~~~~~

Most of the night is a blur, with a lot of jokes, speeches, and performances. None of it really pertains to you, so it is a waiting game until the last award is announced. A couple of drinks have helped keep your nerves at bay.

You've noticed glances from Harry here and there. Each time, you send him a small smile, but have only been met with an awkward one, then a downward shift of his gaze.

Finally, it is time to award 'Best Motion Picture Drama', which the movie has been nominated for. You look at Gemma, who is biting her thumb nail. Then to Chris, who is casually staring at the stage. Then your gaze lands on Harry, as it always seems to. He is looking over at you, with his lips pulled in and his eyes widening when you meet his gaze. You smile back at him, taking a deep breath as you look back to the stage.

"And the winner is…"

You grab Gemma's hand.

"It is 'Don't Worry Darling'! Congratulations!"

Everyone on the team instantly jumps up, hugging whoever is next to them.

You all make your way up to the stage and bunch up behind some of the production crew. Gemma is on one side of you and Chris is on the other.

"This wonderful cast, this entire group of talented individuals, came together to make this film what it came to be… this award is for all of you!"

Tears start to form in your eyes and you grab Gemma's hand again. Then you look over to Chris, also catching another glimpse of Harry. He also has watery eyes and a big smile. He glances over to you, and lets out a deep breath. His eyes quickly track down and then back up your dress again before smiling as he looks back into your eyes. It doesn't last long, but you are thankful that there was a positive interaction between the two of you at that moment.

When the speech is over, everyone is ushered backstage. You all circle around for a group huddle and let out a big cheer.

Everyone gives hugs and once it is down to you and Harry. You give him a smile but he just nods and turns to walk away. Your face turns to a frown and your breathing picks up it's rhythm.

"Harry." You blurt out, unintentionally.

He quickly turns around with a confused look on his face.

"Umm… I just wanted to say, just congrats." You state, giving a smile that feels completely forced and uncomfortable.

"Oh." He runs his hand through his curls. "Yeah, umm, you too." He clears his throat and turns back around to walk away.

You feel your chest tighten ever so slightly as Gemma walks up to stand beside you. You straighten up and give her a smile when you look over.

"Are you alright?." She asks.

"I'm fine."

"Good."

"Totally, totally fine."

"Okay… Well, go get changed and meet me at the party. I wanna see this dress of yours. Bethany said it could ignite the entire room."

You chuckle and shake your head. "She exaggerates."

Gemma giggles and gives you a wink. "Just hurry this time."

~~~~~

After a multitude of photos are taken, you enter the huge venue where you are attending your first Golden Globes after party. You take in a deep breath as you also take in the event unfolding before you.

Your eyes lock on Gemma, whose jaw has dropped open wide at the sight of your dress. You giggle and shake your head, before seeing her turn to whoever she is standing with at a bar-height table. Your eyes follow and your breath stops. Right as you meet Harry's gaze, he closes his mouth, turns to Gemma, and drops his gaze down to his drink. He brings the glass to his lips and takes a large sip of whatever is in it.

You take a deep breath as you walk over to them.

"Was the fire department outside?" Gemma winks at you.

"What?" Harry asks quietly.

Gemma looks over to him and giggles. "Oh, it's… it's because her assistant Bethany told me how hot the dress would be."

"Oh." He nods, taking another sip of his drink, then clears his throat. "Looks good."

Gemma smirks at him and then looks over to you. "Wanna grab a drink and get this party started?"

You sneak a quick glance at Harry, noting how good he looks in his suit, causing a few butterflies. You shoot your eyes back to Gemma. "Please!"

She links arms with you and leads you towards the bar. "You alright?"

Your head snaps over to her. "Yeah. I'm fine."

"Just making sure." You can see she looks over to Harry, and then looks back at you, opening her mouth slightly to say something.

"What are you getting?" You ask, distracting her from whatever she was about to say.

"Oh. I'll probably get a martini." She shrugs.

"That sounds good." You agree, trying to get the attention of the bartender.

She turns towards you, mouth opening again to speak, and you suddenly lean over the bar.

"Come on... where is the bartender?" You ask, tapping your fingers on the counter.

"This is going to be an interesting night." She chuckles.

You let out a sigh. "I actually hope it's not."

~~~~~

All night, you've been getting congratulatory comments from people you know, and people you don't. It feels a bit weird, considering the award won tonight was for the movie itself, but you kindly respond with gratitude. You've also been given a lot of comments about your natural chemistry with Harry. All you can do is smile, and acknowledge the statement, but quickly divert the topic of conversation.

It is getting a bit overwhelming, so you find a table in a corner, and sit down for a breather.

You rest your elbows on the table, your hands fidgeting with your martini glass in front of you. You raise it to take a sip and as your eyes dart around the room, they instinctually meet Harry's. It's like a bad habit that your own body has created.

His eyes immediately widen. They dart to the side, then down, and then back up to yours. Your heart starts to race just from his stare and your stomach starts to knot up as he gets out of his chair and begins to walk in your direction.

His hand rubs the back of his neck, but he suddenly changes course and heads to the bar, causing you to let out a huge sigh of relief.

This seems to be harder than you thought it would be. You had prepared yourself, you felt good about being there and seeing him, but the more you do the more your intense emotions start to creep in. You feel the sting of that last after party, you feel awkward and flustered seeing him, you feel frustration with yourself for letting any of this get to you, and you actually feel sadness that it even ended up like this. But you also feel determined to enjoy this party.

Suddenly someone sits down in the chair next to you, and you freeze for a moment as you look to your side.

"Hi darling!" James Cordon states, causing you to internally relax as he hands you another martini.

"I need to ask you something…"

"Is that what the drink is for?" You laugh, feeling some relief actually having someone you know, not from the film, to sit with.

"If it helps!" He grins. "So what's going on with you and Harry?"

The relief you felt suddenly drains from your body.

"What? Nothing. Why?"

"You two have practically been, like, gazing at each other all night! Heart eyes maybe?"

Your chest tightens. You had initially wondered if he knew the truth, but now you're certain he wouldn't be making those statements if he did.

"No." You sigh. "Definitely not."

"Alright." He quickly puts his hands up in defense and smiles. "You two meshed so well on my show. And there were those rumors… when you were filming…"

"They're just rumors." You shake your head.

"He just seemed smitten, any time he was around you. Or when he just talked about you." He grins.

"James." Your chest tightens more, your stomach twists in knots, and your head feels dizzy.

"I'm just saying… you can tell me… he's my friend, so maybe I can help, you know?" He nudges your side.

You clear your throat. "Please don't. Trust me, there's nothing going on."

"Alright, darling. Well, I'm going to make the rounds. Maybe play matchmaker for someone else. I sense love in the air. We'll catch up more later?" He gives you a hug and kiss on the cheek, then turns around heading back into the sea of people.

You rest your elbows on the table and rest your forehead in your palms.

You decide that you've had enough. You're done dealing with this again, so you look for Gemma to tell her goodbye.

You see her standing at the bar, and you wonder why the universe seems to hate you so much, because standing with her is Harry.

You take a deep breath, and finish the martini for some extra motivation. You stand up, and straighten up as you walk over to them.

Harry's eyes widen as you reach their spot. Your mouth stretches slightly across your face in an awkward smile, and you place your hand on Gemma's shoulder to turn her towards you.

"Hey Gem. I think I'm gonna head out."

"Oh really? Are you feeling alright?" She asks, furrowing her brow slightly, as she slyly flickers her eyes to Harry.

"I'm just… I'm just exhausted." You shrug, gazing downward at the floor.

Harry quickly sneaks a glance at your face, and you can tell in your peripheral vision that he frowns too. He takes a sip of his drink, and you meet his gaze. He simply nods towards you and walks away, causing you to feel your heart sink a little. You pull your lips in, attempting to stifle the emotions bubbling up again, and you turn back to Gemma.

"Let's make sure we get together again soon. Okay?" She asks, giving you a hug and holding your shoulders as she pulls away.

"Of course!" You reply, clearing the lump in your throat.

"Are you sure everything is okay, Y/N?"

"For fucks sake. Yes. I'm fine." You clear your throat. "I'm so sorry, Gem! Yes, I'm fine."

You give her a kiss on the cheek and suddenly see Harry across the room, catching his gaze before he sharply turns back to the conversation he is having with James. You let out a subtle whimper and she squeezes your arm.

"Y/N…"

"No." You sigh. "Maybe I'm not."

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After finally settling in on the couch, in one of the most comfortable robes you've ever come across, you hear a knock on your hotel door.

You groan slightly at the fact that you have to move, and walk over to open it.

"Hey, Y/N. Got a minute?" Bethany asks.

"Uh… yeah. What's going on?"

She takes a few steps into your suite and you turn to her after closing the door behind you.

"This is super random, but I was sent a link to an audio demo and was asked to send it to you." She explains, tapping nervously on the phone in her hand.

"Okay… right now?"

She shrugs. "Apparently they want feedback right away."

"What is it?" You ask, eyebrows raised.

"Don't know… you just need to listen to it." She replies, opening her phone to your contact. "I'll send it right now."

Your phone buzzes with the notification and when you open the text, you see an audio file with the title 'LF'.

You go to press it but she puts her hand on top of your phone. "Wait. You should probably wear your headphones."

"What the hell is going on, Bethany. You're acting kind of weird."

"I was told you're the only one who's allowed to listen to it." She replies, walking towards the door.

"By who?"

"Umm… the producer…." She shrugs. "I'll be… out here. Enjoy."

She closes the door behind her and you grab your headphones from the nightstand beside the bed.

"Fucking weird." You whisper.

You press the file and hear four rhythmic thuds before the piano chord and a voice starts to sing.

You stand there, in the middle of the room, as the song plays and the words travel through you. Your body gets goosebumps and your breathing becomes rapid. Tears quickly start forming in the corners of your eyes as you continue to listen.

The melody isn't complicated but the words are deep, and you start to feel as if your body can't hold you up much longer. You take steps backwards toward the bed and sit on the edge as another verse starts to play.

"I disrespected you

Jumped in feet first and I landed too hard

Broken ankle, karma rules

You never saw my birth mark

I was thinking about who you are

You're delicate point of view

I was thinking about you

I'm not worried about where you are

Or who will go home to

I'm just thinking about you

Just thinking about you

Just thinking about you"

As a few instruments play out the rest of the melody and then go silent, you stare down at your phone, unable to see the screen through all the tears.

After a few deep breaths to calm yourself down, you wipe as many tears away as you can, and stand back up. You need to talk to Bethany.

You swing the door open. "Bethany, wha-"

You fall silent, just staring across from you, as you see Harry leaning against the wall. One arm is wrapped around the front of him, while he pinches his bottom lip with the fingers on his other hand. His gaze is down towards the floor.

"Harry?" You whisper, tears starting to fall again.

"Y/N, M'sorry, so sorry." He lets out a sigh and slightly works his gaze up to you. "I royally fucked up and I hate that I hurt you."

"The song-"

"I…" he clears his throat as his voice gets shaky and a tear streams down his cheek. "I haven't stopped thinking about it. About you. You didn't deserve that. You deserve way better. Way better. You meant way more to me than how I treated you that night, and… I… just needed you to know that."

Your mouth drops open but you can't seem to get any words out. Your heart is racing and your breathing is so shallow, but you can only manage to get a couple of words out.

"The song-"

"You don't need to say anything, Y/N. I should've said all of this a long time ago. I tried to all night, but I could barely bring myself to look at you. I felt so guilty. I wanted you to hear it now, that's all. Just… to know that m'really sorry." He whispers, lowering his head again as he pushes himself off the wall. "Umm, I should go."

"Harry, wait." You take a step towards him and he stops, snapping his gaze right up to you.

"The song was beautiful!" You state, switching your gaze between each of his eyes before letting out a heavy exhale and looking at his lips.

You look back up at him. His eyes are wide and his breathing is quickening. He moves slightly closer towards you, looking down at you with his gorgeous green eyes.

You find your free hand moving up to cup his cheek and his breath hitches.

"Y/N, I-"

You reach your lips up to meet his with a gentle kiss. He hums and as you pull away you can see that he is smirking.

But it instantly disappears and he shakes his head. "I don't want to do anything..."

You quickly step back and feel a large knot in your stomach.

"Oh." You frown as you look down at the floor, feeling the most intense amount of embarrassment. "Shit."

"No, no, no." He steps back to you and grabs your shoulders, rubbing his hands up and down them as he stares into your eyes. "No, I mean… I don't want to do anything, if it's just like before."

You raise an eyebrow.

"I mean… I…" he stutters, growling at himself. "I still want to be with you. I don't want to do anything with you… if I can't be with you. I can't. It's not fair to me or to you."

As if your heart wasn't racing enough, it picks up its pace.

"I miss you, Y/N." He shrugs. "I feel… weird… not talking to you, not being around you. I miss… your eyes… your smile… your laugh… your sass… your touch…"

"I…" You whimper, letting a few tears fall.

"I want to be with you. That's… that's all I want. But, if you don't then I'll-"

Your heart flutters and a spark shoots through your entire body. "I do. I do want that."

He grabs your face and walks you back towards the hallway walk, his lips smashing into yours. Your arms instantly wrap around his neck and your fingers tangle in his hair, causing him to moan against your mouth. The sensation you would always get when he touched you has ignited again and you melt right into him.

"Maybe we should…" He smirks. "Not make out in the hallway?"

"Well if you're suddenly gonna be a prude about it…" you chuckle, turning around and pushing the door back open to let him in.

"There's the sass."

As he shuts the door, you turn around to face him and grab his hands to pull him in closer.

"Wait." He exclaims. "I really need you to know how sorry I am."

"I know." Biting your lip and pulling him closer to you, starting to let that passion take over a little.

"Y/N. M'serious." He grabs your face. "I need to know if you can forgive me."

You can't help but grin. You can tell he means it. Really means it. Now everything you felt for him, and more, comes flooding over you.

"I forgive you." You utter.

He smashes his lips against yours again, and you can feel him smiling while you kiss. That simple touch alone makes your knees week. Sensation runs through you as his hands travel up and down your back. Everything about him is intoxicating, and you know deep down you never truly stopped craving it.

You pull away and look him in the eyes, one eyebrow raised. "Was the song actually about me?"

He smiles. "Pretty much, yeah. But I did lie..."

"Wait, what?"

"I was worried... about where you were, and who you were... going home to."

"No one. I just couldn't... Wait a minute..." Your mouth drops open dramatically as you give him arm a smack. "So you called me a little freak?"

He lets out a big laugh, then grabs your hips to pull you in right up against him, biting his lower lip. "Umm… well, the bathrooms, the changing tent, the trailers… the… the elevator… kind of prove me right on that one."

You purse your lips and glare at him. "Damn it."

"You could, umm, if you want… try to prove me wrong…" He subtly smirks. "Only if you want to."

You squint at him and pull your lips in. "You think I'm just gonna jump back into bed with you now?"

"Oh, shit." He straightens up. "No, I-"

"Because I'd rather do it like Jack and Alice, on the table." You stick your tongue out between your teeth.

"See? You're so fucking naughty. A little freak."

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If you'd like to send extra support, I love coffee 💗Bee xx

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