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cinemastyles-backup · 7 months

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Golden

Summary: Harry invites y/n to where they're filming his Golden music video and things get steamy

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, semi public sex, fingering, unprotected sex, fluffy filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

HS1 HARRY

I look around, still in the most absolute awe about where Harry brought me.

Amalfi Coast in Italy.

It's absolutely beautiful, but I gotta say, there's just one things that absolutely tops it.

And that's Harry.

I rest my chin in my hands as I watch Harry lean up against some rocks for some photos. His arms are crossed and he's wearing this adorable yellow hat with floral print pants.

He looks amazing. Tanned and tattooed. The sun gleaming on him at just the right angles, fuck.

He gets me so turned on without even trying, and he knows it too.

He glances over at me and smirks slightly. He gives me a thumbs up and tilts his head. I nod and smile, giving him a thumbs up back.

He smiles and goes back to looking at the camera, glancing over at me every once and a while.

Eventually, they wrap up the photo session, and Harry walks over to me, "Hey."

"Hey." I stand up and look up at him, "How was your shoot?"

He smiles and shrugs, "Good." He holds his hand out, "I want to show you something."

I take his hand, "Okay." I smile and look down at my hand in his, "Where are we going?"

He looks over at me and smiles, "Just come on."

Harry never let's go of my hand once the whole time we talk to where he's taking me.

"Here we are." He motions, "This was one of the spots I shot my video at and the whole time.." he chuckles slightly, "I kept thinking about bringing you here."

I smile and I can feel my cheeks getting red, "Oh, wow. It's.." I look out at the gorgeous colored water, "It's beautiful." He steps in front of me, "I knew you'd like it."

I look up at him and he cups my cheeks, "Thank you for coming with me."

I lay a hand on his, "I wouldn't have missed this for anything."

He leans in and gently presses his lips to mine, "Want to go for a swim?"

I nod, "Yes."

He takes off his pants, surprisingly having short on underneath, "Smart." I say with a laugh as I lift my tank top over my head.

His eyes flicker over my body and up to my eyes, "Yeah, well, with shooting here and there. I just-" He laughs, "I guess it was smart."

I kick my shorts off and cross my arms over my stomach, my insecurities getting the best of me. Harry walks over and gently touches my arms with his hands, "You don't ever have to cover up around me."

He kisses my forehead and gently pulls my arms away, "You're absolutely stunning, love."

I let my arms drop and I smile shyly, "Thank you." I whisper quietly.

He tilts my chin up and kisses my lips, "Are you afraid of heights?"

I tilt my head, "Huh?"

"Have you ever been cliff jumping?" He continues to stare at me and I slowly shake my head, "No."

"Do you want to?"

I nod my head, trying my best to not show how scared shitless I just got.

He tilts his head, "Are you sure? We do-"

I cut him off, "No I want to." I laugh slightly, "I've always wanted to." He kisses my head and grabs my hand, "Well only go to the small jump first."

He leads me up the path to the first cliff and I slowly look over, "This is a small jump?"

He laughs slightly and shrugs, "Yeah, I guess so."

I take a deep breathe and grip his hand tighter, "Can you jump with me?" He nods and pulls me close to him, "Of course I can. Whenever you're ready, y/n."

I close my eyes and take a deep breathe again, "Okay."

"When we jump, keep your legs straight, okay?" He walks me up to the edge and interlocks his fingers with mine, "You can do it! I'll be right there with you."

I smile and nod, "One, two, three, jump. Okay?"

"Okay. You count off."

I start to count and next thing I know I'm in the air, going down to the water. I let out a scream and hold my breathe before we hit the water.

I start to panic because i let go of Harry's hand and now I can't find him.

I come up to the surface and calm down, spinning in circles looking for Harry.

He swims up behind me and wraps and arm around my waist, "Hey. Hey. I'm right here."

I spin around and wrap my arms around his neck, "That was.. exhilarating." I laugh, "I can't believe I did that."

He smiles at me, "You sure did, come on let's go to the more shallow end." He swims us over to the rocks and stands up, the water just below his shoulders.

"Thank you for making me do that." I swim closer to him, "I wouldn't have done that if you weren't with me."

He smiles and holds his arm out, "You did it." I walk over to him and he lifts me off the ground, his arm tight around my waist.

I bite my lip and gently trace his tattoos on his arm, "You know.." I look up at him and he slowly looks over at me, "What?"

"We could.. go back to the hotel.. and you can help me relieve all the sexual frustration you caused me today."

"Sexual frustration?" He smirks, "I was just-"

"Exactly." I glance up at him and slowly slide my hand across his chest, "Seeing you.. be you.. it's enough for me t-"

He pushes his lips against mine, kissing me with passion. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

He slides a hand down between our bodies and slips it into my suit bottoms, his finger toys with my clit and I gasp against his lips.

He walks us up and sets me down. He lays his pants out for me to lay on, "Here so the rocks don't scratch your back."

I smile and lean up to kiss him. I sit down and he leans down, slowly laying me back as he moves above me, "That okay?"

I nod and cup his face, "Perfect."

He bites his lip and his hand goes back down to slip inside my suit bottoms, sliding his two fingers up and down my slit.

I bite my lip and close my eyes, moaning as he slips them inside. I arch my back and grip his arm as he slowly pumps them in and out, "That feel good?" He asks lowly.

I open my eyes and nod, "Yes." I breathe out, "So good."

He leans down and kisses my neck, I search for the hand of his shorts and untie them. I slip my hand in and gently squeeze his cock.

Quiet groans escape Harry's lips, "Fuck."

I gasp and clench around his fingers, "H-Harry."

He nods, "Go ahead, baby."

I cum around his fingers and dig my heels into the rock below me, "Shit."

He takes his fingers out and brings them up to my lips. Before he says anything, I wrap my lips around them and he watches in awe.

He pulls them out and reaches down to slip my bottoms off. I take my hand from his shorts and lift myself up slightly. He sets them aside and takes his shorts off, getting back on top of me

"I don't have anything, do you still want to?" He asks looking at me.

I nod, "It'll be okay." I smile, "I trust you."

He nods and positions himself. He moans as he slides inside of me. I gasp and dig my nails into his arm, "Fuck, Harry."

He leans down and kisses me as he thrusts slowly, "You feel so good." He whispers, "You look so beautiful."

I smile and bite my lip as I wrap and arm around his neck, enjoying every second of how good Harry makes me feel.

Our lips move in sync as he slides his cock in and out, in and out.

We share moans and gasps and I whimper as I can feel him fucking me to my orgasm. I moan and tangle my fingers in his hair.

He moans as I tug, "Shit, y/n."

I clench around him and I let out a loud moan. His thrust become slower before he pulls out, releasing onto my stomach.

He pants and shakes his head, "Fuck."

I lay there, trying to calm myself down as my chest rapidly rises and falls.

Sex with Harry is always great, but that, that was more.

"Here, you can just use these." He picks up the other pant leg and gently wipes my stomach off. I grab him before he goes to pull away and I press my lips against his, "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For loving me the way you do."

He smiles and brushes hair from my face, "You don't have to thank me for that." He kisses me and hands me my bottoms, "Let's go back to the hotel."

He winks and I smile, knowing that it's going to be a long, but love filled night.

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foxes-that-run · 1 month

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Do you think Conplicated Freak is Haylor

Hi, thanks for this ask, it has been ages since I wrote one of these as I've been busy and I enjoyed it.

I think so because of Little Freak and the themes and because the muse is with someone else. Kendall was around that time, but I don't think she fits as well. I really like it too.

Complicated Freak

When was it written, what was going on

It was written between 19 February and 7 May 2016:

Harry said Sweet Creature was the first song he wrote "for the album" and it was a few weeks after his birthday, he was pictured in the studio 19 February.

It is one of the songs listed on the white board behind Harry when his hair was still long. He posted to Instagram that he cut it 7 May 2016.

This post about April 29 and the 2016 timeline which fits this song.

When it leaked

It was in the large leak with Trouble, Already Home, Anna and Medicine during Coachella 20 April 2022.... We all agree Harry should be paid for his music and I would love an album of his unreleased music. This large leak had interesting timing. Taylor had written YLM in December, in 17 April Harry played Boyfriends "To BFs everywhere F U", 19 April (2 years before TTPD) Drake randomly tweeted support to Taylor and then several Harry-Haylor songs leaked on 20 April.

Lyrics

[Verse 1] She got wrapped up in somebody else I'm wrapped up, stuck in love with myself I never saw this coming around But I miss her skin on me now

This verse reminds me of these photos. The first photo of the left was taken and extremely widely publicised 16 March 2016. He left LA and looked miserable in London that week, he got a parking ticket too. I would guess the song is written after he and Taylor both returned to LA 25 March, he was near the studio on 20 April, (after Coachella) and in a mood.

Harry had been tweeting, writing Sweet Creature and sounding very interested in Taylor x, x, x and x. (The second photo is 4 July 2015)

[Verse 2] Tip of my tongue she's pulling my hair I do what she wants anywhere Back seat of the car and up in the air But I miss how she kissed everywhere

This verse Harry is thinking back to when he was with the muse. The references to (hella good) hair, cars and planes are Haylor themes.

There was something in these early HS1 songs I tell you. Without You, is an earlier song, possibly from 2015, but has a really similar reference "Now you’re with him i must admit I’m missing / The part of your skin / You always liked me kissing"

[Chorus] I can't get you off my mi-i-ind I can't get you off my mi-nd I still crave it, complicated freak I still crave it, complicated freak I still crave it, complicated freak

Can't get you off my mind:

Harry has this exact line in Late Night Talking "Now you're in my life / I can't get you off my mind"

Adore you "Lately you've been on my mind"

Where do Broken Hearts Go "Mind is running in circles of you and me"

More on minds

Crave it - Harry and Taylor have linked their relationship to a drug, or addiction as a theme.

Also the title is like Little Freak and Pop Tarts "You're a dirty little monster"

[Verse 3] Turned up too late one too many times Bad choice of words in my alibi I guess I love crazy, out of your mind You lost your head, so I'll give you mine

I love the playful end to this verse. It's a nice furthering of the story from Pop Tarts "Walked you home but you said "Bonne nuit" / Should have known you don't give head out for free"

Crazy is a Haylor theme

#Haylor #Harry Styles #Unrelased #Complicated freak

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goldencherryhazz · 2 years

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Don’t Worry Darling

An: so a certain trailer was released today and if you think I am mentally stable you thought wrong, here is a fic to celebrate it hope you enjoy, note and reblogs would be much appreciated <3

Warnings: tiny bit of fluff, smut mostly!!

Harry had insisted that he showed you the trailer for Don’t Worry Darling for months but you had kept insisting that you wanted to watch it when it was released properly to the world, wanting to experience the same excitement and anticipation that everyone else would.

But nothing prepared you for this trailer.

‘Y’ready baby’ Harry asks sitting up against the headboard with you, your phone in hand as you wait exitedly for HSHQ or Olivia to tweet the trailer.

‘I don’t think I’ll ever be prepared’ a smile beaming on your face and he pulls your body so your we’re both squished side by side.

‘Love it when you get excited darling’ he kisses you forehead, and he can practically feel the excitement radiating off of you.

You don’t give him a response because as soon as he uttered those words hshq tweeted the video and it has you frantically clicking the link, you let out a scream when it starts playing, you tap his thigh repeatedly with your hand as if to tell him what was happening as it he couldn’t see what what was playing infront of his eyes.

‘I know baby, I know’ he says.

The video starts to play out, and not many words are exchanging between the two of you except for the occasional ‘oh my god’ from you and your hand slapping over you mouth at certain parts.

After a couple of minutes you phone screen turns black as the trailer comes to an end, you are breathless even though you hadn’t even moved from your spot but the rush of adrenaline and the scenes you had watched had such and effect of you.

‘D’you like it baby?’

‘Can I play it again’ was all that you managed to say.

‘Yeah of course baby’ he replies, getting the sense that you like it because of your desperation to play it again.

You click the button, the scenes lighting up you phone screen for the second time. There was something about this single video that sent something wild off inside you, you don’t know if it was the interactions and sexy scenes with Harry and Florence, the visuals and slight obscurities, how good your husband looked and got hot he sounded when he got angry in the video, the mystery of the film itself or how proud you were of Harry for getting a lead role in the film. It was probably a mixture of everything and it has you a little overwhelmed.

It finishes and your screen goes black once again ‘what’s the verdict petal?’

‘I fucking love it’ you bite your lip as you make eye contact with him for the first time since you started watching ‘I’m soo proud of you H’

‘Thankyou baby, you sure your okay seem a bit out of it’ he stokes a strand of hair out of you face.

You don’t say anything but merely nod in response as you drop the phone onto the bed, he doesn’t say anything as you manoeuvre your figure to straddle his lap and he instantly wraps his arms around you absentmindedly rubbing circles into your back.

‘Kiss?’ You request and he happily obliges captured your lips in his, his tongue sliding over your bottom lip after awhile asking for access to your mouth which you accept, he hums into the kiss as your tongues start to dance with each other.

Harry pulls away after a minute or so ‘what’s going on darling’ he asks wanting to get the bottom of what you were feeling, the way your weren’t acting your usual self has him a little unsettled.

‘Mm i jus-just’ you start but don’t find the words to finish you look away bashfully.

‘Tell me baby, no need to get shy it’s only me’ he encourages.

‘I just need you, trailer set something off inside me I just need you to fuck me please, please Harry.’ You ramble.

‘Fuck baby, got you all hot and bothered from just the trailer’ he feels his cock hardening, as it leaping toward your pussy that was nestled against him.

‘Don’t know what’s come over me, just so proud of you and you look soo good, your just soo fucking hot’ you moan as you begin to grind yourself down on Harry’s hardening length, the action making him hiss out.

‘Just soo needy for me aren’t you baby, soo desperate for my cock aren’t you’ he teases you even further.

Y-yes, fuck this feels good’ you continue to grind against him, the friction making your clit feel good even through your trousers and panties.

‘Can make you feel even better baby, fill your pretty pussy up with my cock’ he says as if it were a promise.

‘Please I want that soo much Harry’ you moan out before crashing your lips into his once again.

‘I’ll give it to you just gotta get these off of you first’ he refers to the clothes covering your bottom half, he taps your thighs gesturing for you to get up, which you do, immediately ripping you bottoms off of you legs panties, t-shirt and bra and all, and Harry gets himself situated again after he takes his clothes off aswell.

‘Fuckin gorgeous aren’t you’ he groans, his cock standing proudly against his abdomen and you can see the tip leaking pre cum in small dribbles.

You shuffle to him, before gripping a firm hand around his shaft making him jolt with pleasure ‘thought you wanted to be fucked?’ He questions your sudden change of mind as your hand jerks his cock back and forth.

‘Changed my mind, wanna have you in my mouth first’ and with that you head is ducked down to his cocked you press kitten licks to his tip and it had him moaning and groaning.

‘Does that feel good Harry’? you question, your hand smoothly jerking his cock as your mouth focuses on his head.

‘Feels so fucking good baby’ he replies. All he could think about was your sudden change in mood and he thinks he knew why.

‘You a bit jealous baby?’ he asks amidst the pleasure.

‘Things me and Florence did for the film, is that what got you like this petal, cause you don’t need to be, fuck- you have no idea what you’ve done to my heart my fucking soul, only goes out to you, I mean look at what you do to me baby’ he reassures you because he knew that you sometimes got a little insecure and he didn’t want you thinking that you had to prove yourself to him, his love was all to you always.

You obviously knew that the two were acting but you couldn’t help but get a little jealous, he was yours, the wedding ring on your and his finger being the main symbol of that, so it was pretty understandable that you didn’t like to share ‘maybe a little bit jealous’ you agree with him, the scene slightly comical since you still had his cock in your hand whilst you were having this conversation.

‘C’mere’ he points his finger into a come higher motion, so you press a final kiss to the tip of his cock making him wriggle slightly before moving into his lap.

‘I’m all yours baby, you fucking own me. Fuck when you’re in the room i can’t take my eyes off of you, why would I, your the prettiest, smartest, funniest girl I know.’ He tells you truthfully.

‘Thankyou Harry just being a little possessive I think’ you reply and Harry didn’t mind one bit, in fact the comment for some reason fuelled his ego massively and making his cock grow harder.

‘That’s okay darling, would you like to continue?’

‘Yeah, I’m soo fucking wet’ the moment picks up again, even though you were being possessive didn’t mean that you didn’t think the scenes were hot aswell, fuck your head was a flurry of whirling thoughts.

‘Gonna slip me in then angel, go slow don’t want you to hurt yourself,cause it’s gonna be deep like this’

‘I want it deep, so bad’ you moan as you line his tip up with you entrance and start to slowly slide your pussy done his length inch by inch until you were fully seated on his cock, and you both let out the loudest moans yet.

‘Oh fuck baby, gonna bounce on my cock like a good girl’ he starts to get desperate as your walls flutter around his already sensitive cock.

‘Gonna be your good girl’ you say as you start to move up and down his cock, the force if your thrusts making the noise of your skin slapping onto his emit into the room.

You are both moaning messes by the time you get a good rhythm going, his hands gripping to you hips and you know by how hard he is gripping them that there will be half moon indentations on them by the time you are done.

‘y’tits are fucking perfect’ Harry swears he is drooling over how your tits are bouncing up and down with every thrust, his cock twitches a few times inside your walls.

You carry on bouncing up and down, and eventually your legs start to shake out of pleasure and fatigue, Harry sees this instantly ‘getting tired baby, don’t worry I’ll make you cum, your gonna cum soo good for me’ he groans as he pulls you body straight onto his, your chests flushed together so you have the support you need and with that Harry is thrusting up into your soaking wet pussy, and you swear he had never been deeper, the change in dynamics had you tumbling to the edge of orgasm.

‘I’m gonna c-cum’ you moan into his neck, you have to bite down on the lobe of his ear to stop yourself from screaming at the intensity of his thrusts, the pain surging through Harry adding tremendously to his pleasure.

‘Cum for me baby, I’ve got you, soak me’ and you do just that, Harry never stops fucking into you and you were now indeed screaming out into the room, tears were streaming down your face, it was overwhelmingly good, you swear you could see stars. Harry rides out your high before he focuses on getting himself there, which didn’t take a lot.

‘I’m cumming’ he announces a mere few thrusts later and the effects were instantaneous as you feel your husband fill you to the brim with his warm cum. He stops thrusting as he becomes very sensitive from you playing with him earlier, to this. He swears he is floating on cloud 9 right now, your cunt still wrapped around him as he softens inside you.

Your body is still shaking in pleasure, you try coming back down by nuzzling your face into his neck taking a deep in breath of his cologne. ‘You okay baby’ he asks still out of breath.

‘I feel fucking amazing’ you smile into his neck which he can feel and it has him smiling aswell.

‘I love you soo much’ he whispers to you.

‘I love you to baby’

You sit in the same position for a while, enjoying the feeling of being wrapped around each other, but after soo long you both feel the cum dripping out of you so Harry starts to move from beneath you so that a mess isn’t made all over the sheets, because when Harry came he had to admit that he came a lot, but he blames that entirely on you.

‘No don’t go, stay here’ you say as he shuffles beneath you.

‘Gotta clean you up baby’

‘No don’t want you to go though’ you reiterate.

‘Who said that I would be going anywhere’ he pulls out of you slowly before moving you body to lay down on the pillows before he quickly manoeuvres himself between your legs so little mess is made.

‘Oh fuck’ you say knowing exactly where this was going.

He smiles at that ‘not going anywhere, gonna clean you up just fine, don’t you worry darling’

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hookahazzskeleton · 6 years

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hookahazz · 6 years

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Chronicles of a Black Girl Vol 1: The Beauty Supply Store |Harry Styles|

Warnings: Cursing, fluff (very cute in my opinion)

Word Count: 2.6k

(A/N): This is the first installment out of 10 (maybe). Hope you enjoy. This was just an idea that came to me for one of the parts. Feedback is very much appreciated. Tell me if I have errors! I really want to know if you guys loved it, liked it, hated it, or whatever. I wanna know!

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“Love, where are you going?” Harry inquired as he watched (Y/N) begin to throw on a random pair of sweats and one of his jumpers.

“The beauty supply store, Haz. You coming along this time?”

This wasn’t the first time she had gone to the beauty supply store. In fact, Harry found it quite odd how often she’d go. To him, it seemed like she’d make a trip there every day when really it was just about three times every couple of weeks. He had never gone with her. Usually, she went right after she had gotten off from work or on a weekend he hadn’t spent the night, vice versa. The only thing Harry knew about the beauty supply store was that they sold overly expensive hair care products for (Y/N) and that the bags were small and a bright yellow with “DJ’s BEAUTY SUPPLY” printed in black in the center of it. Every time (Y/N) went to any store, whether it be Walmart or target, she always kept all the plastic bags. She had a plastic bag filled with plastic bags shoved inside one of her kitchen cabinets. No matter how many times he told her to rid them to free up space in that cabinet she’d simply reply with: “I’m not getting rid of them Harry, they’re perfect and I can use them for all sorts of things, mini trash bags, shower caps, and they’re perfect for when it’s time for a deep condition.” He suggested multiple times for her just to buy the individual trash bags for her mini trash cans, a pack of shower caps, and some deep conditioning caps but she wasn’t having it. (Y/N) just usually flicked him in the head and rolled her eyes. Spending money was not her favorite thing to do, and the thought of her spending any money on things as such when she could just use the plastic bags made her roll her eyes in annoyance.

Harry had truly never even seen or stepped a beauty supply store, one that was made for black women in particular. He was curious as to what it held. He’d seen some of the products she had brought home and cringed when his green orbs were met with the price tag. For someone who hates spending money, (Y/N) surely had no problem splurging on hair products. He thought if he went today then he could see just why (Y/N), in his opinion, spends so much time here.

“Sure baby, just let me throw something on,” he smiled, getting out of bed to throw on an outfit fairly similar to his girlfriends.

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“I’m excited.”

“For what,” she smiled and rolled her eyes, parking her car into one of the vacant spaces closer to the door.

“Not sure really. I’ve never been here before. I just wanna see why you come here so much.”

“It is not that exciting, and I do not come here that often for the bazillionth time,” she rolled her eyes.

The pair got out the car, closed the doors and headed to the door of the small shop.

For (Y/N), it was just another day. Really she hadn’t planned on being here for long but she knew this ten-minute trip was easily about to turn into forty-five-minute one, knowing already that Harry was ready to explore and experiment with all the store's amenities. Like a gentleman, he opened the heavy door for (Y/N), following closely behind. Harry was as giddy and thrilled as a kid on Christmas.

His eyes first landed on pictures plastered on the wall of men and women “browsing” through the store.

“Hey (Y/N),” he whispered. The store was silent, just the noise of the infamous yellow bag crunching as one of the employees handed it to a customer.

“Why’s it so quiet in here? And why are there pictures of people on the wall? You come here a lot shouldn't your picture be on the wall?”

His ignorance was cute and (Y/N) really couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“Why are you always laughing at me? You didn’t even answer my question,” he pouted making (Y/N) laugh a bit harder.

Harry knew dating a black woman would eventually lead to him asking a lot of dumb questions about black culture, questions she was more than prepared and happy to answer. She had been doing so her entire life. It was quite long ago, around the time they had first begun dating but (Y/N) had decided then that she wanted to get box braids resulting in H pouting and whining because he wouldn’t be able to hang out with her. He pleaded and begged for her to allow him to tag along, just wanting to be in her propinquity. After almost an hour of his non-stop whining, she caved. Harry grinning from ear to ear, just thrilled that he got to be with her. His happiness was short lived however when he had realized two hours in how long this hair braiding process really was.

“(Y/N)... When are you going to be done?” the grown man whined, his childlike behavior amusing both (Y/N) and Nicole, one of (Y/N)’s friends and a braider

“You don’t get to complain now, H. I told you it was going to be long but you kept nagging me so I had to say yes,” she playfully scolded him.

“If you want, you can go back home and then I’ll call you to come to get me when I’m done” she suggested, but Harry wasn’t having it.

“Nope! I’m staying right here. Gonna stay awake until the very end with you so you won’t be bored!”

After about another hour of conversing with (Y/N) and Nicole, Harry ended up passing out on Nicoles big and comfy couch waking up just as she was cutting the flyaways off of the braids.

“You’re done already?!” Harry yelped, wretched that he missed the entire process that he wanted greatly to watch.

“Just about, baby. She’s gonna dip me then we can go,”

After another ten minutes that Harry swore was thirty, (Y/N) was finally done and Harry couldn’t be more than thrilled.

“They’re so pretty, petal,” he gushed over his girl.

“Thank you, baby, “ she grinned.

“Do you want me to help you?”

“With what babe?” (Y/N) yawned glancing at her phone that read 11:09PM.

“Braiding your hair again tomorrow,” Harry said as if it was the most obvious thing.

(Y/N) was a giggling mess, “H, I don't have to rebraid them after this. They stay braided until I take them down.”

“What?!” Harry exclaimed, turning his attention from the road to her.

The rest of the ride home consisted of Harry asking about one hundred more questions about braids and (Y/N) constantly laughing at his ignorance but taking the time to carefully answer and explain all her boyfriends' questions.

“Sorry baby,” she pecked his lips.

“But no, I shouldn’t be on that wall and you don't want me to be,” she began walking down the aisles looking for her regular shampoo and conditioner set, Harry continuing to follow her closely.

“Why not?” he inquired, furrowing his brows out of confusion.

“Everyone on that wall has stolen from here H, They have their picture there so that they can call the police if they come back.” she giggled.

Harry felt embarrassed. Why else would they have photos of random strangers in the store?

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After about five minutes of standing there watching (Y/N), Harry became rather bored, his green eyes scanning the quiet store in hopes of searching for something to do while (Y/N) pondered over which conditioner she was going to buy. (She had an impressive collection of conditioners really. Sometimes when she had left them at his house he’d use them in the shower, grinning from ear to ear because he got to smell like her. Boy, was he in love.) As if on cue, his eyes landed on the bright and colorful wigs in the back of the store. The thought alone made Harry giggle aloud, (Y/N) turning her attention to him only for a moment to roll her eyes, not really understanding what was so funny.

“Um pet, I’ll be right back. Gotta take a piss,” he whispered before kissing her cheek and scurrying off to the back.

Now (Y/N) was no idiot. There wasn’t even a bathroom open for customers and she had figured out only moments after they had begun browsing through the shop that he was growing jaded (him fidgeting with his silver rings and shifting his weight every couple of seconds gave it away). She was going to propose that they could go, that she could just grab her usual products and they’d be on their way in a jiffy but obviously he had other plans in mind, not wanting to shorten her usual trip.

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(Y/N) was just about ready to go. The only thing keeping her from the cash register, her car, and her warm flat was two jars of gel; one of them being so large it required a handle to carry and the other with a snap top. She really couldn't decide. Getting the larger one meant paying more but not having to come back for gel as often and purchasing the smaller one meant saving money (something she liked very much, saving) but probably having to come back in the next month just for gel. She groaned and rolled her eyes (something she did unconsciously, being pestered by Harry for always having what he called an “attitude”). Just as she was about to call his name, she heard a fit of giggles coming from the back of the store. What has he gotten himself into now? (Y/N) quietly made her way to the back of the shop, following the sound of Harry’s and another womans snorts and giggles.

“I look good Ms.Leanne! Bloody fucking fantastic!”

“Quite adorable Harry!” she clapped, encouraging him.

Again, (Y/N) rolled her eyes (she really didn’t mean to do it in a bitchy way it was just her natural reaction to a lot of things) and turned the corner only to find her boyfriend sitting on a stool with a couple of wigs surrounding him, and a curly silver one placed upon his head. She leaves him alone for only 5 minutes and somehow he manages to get the owner to let him try on wigs. Ms.Leanne never ever ever let anyone try on a wig mainly because she spends a lot of time and money on them and didn’t want them to be tangled or matted by sloppy customers. She didn’t really care for anyone except for (Y/N) and now, Harry. (Y/N) leaned against the wall and watched and rolled her eyes some more as Ms. Leanne helped him put on three more wigs. The bright pink afro was enough to have (Y/N) doubling over in laughter, gaining both Harrys and Ms.Leannes attention.

“Button!” Harry giggled rushing over to his girl.

“Hi, babe. Having fun?” (Y/N) continued to laugh now in Harry's chest, tears threatening to spill.

Harry just looks so ridiculous she really can’t help but snort. He’s standing in front of her in a jumper and sweats with his black vans, standard everyday clothes, with the brightest pink wig on his head, his goofy grin added to the mix. Ms. Leanne herself is now doubling over in laughter slapping her thighs not only from Harrys absurd look but, because of (Y/N)’s goofy ass laugh. It was enough to make anyone laugh really.

“Stop laughing at me! I think I look swell, really!”

“Oh c’mon, can’t have both of you giggling at me” he whined.

Other customers walked past the lot of them stifling their own laughs at how ridiculous he looks.

“Damn it petal, you’ve got strangers laughing at me too.” Harry pouted only to receive a couple more snorts and giggles from the two women.

After a moment (Y/N) finally composed her self and kissed the corners of his mouth.

“I’m sorry H. You just look so fucking crazy I really couldn’t help it,” she sighed trying to catch her breath.

“You’re annoying,” he huffed.

“But, I missed you.”

For what seemed like the bazillionth time today (Y/N) rolled her eyes again. She wasn’t anything but a couple of aisles over but Harry will profess how much he misses her even if she’s just gone to the bathroom in the middle of one of their cuddling sessions. A clingy one he was.

“Okay bub, you about ready to go? I got all I needed,” she smiled.

“Yeah, I got what I need as well, ready when you are,”

“What do you mea-” (Y/N) started but was cut off by Ms. Leanne and H.

(Y/N)’s jaw hung.

“Don’t tell me you’re actually going to buy it, Harry,” she gaped.

“Nope. My dear friend Ms.Leanne here is giving it to me for free! Isn’t that splendid, button!”

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(Y/N) and Harry argued playfully for a couple of minutes, mainly consisted of her trying to persuade him not to take it home. He wasn’t budging, however. It was almost as if he had planned to torment her with it. Ms.Leanne laughed as she rang Y/N’s items up. It came up to to a total of 48 dollars and 65 cents and that only led to another banter of who was going to pay.

“Oh come on, you never let me pay,” he whined as they walked out of the shop and back to her car after bidding goodbye to Ms.Leanne (Harry promising the old woman that’d he’d be back real soon with or without (Y/N) to try on more wigs and play with her ).

She rolled her eyes and hopped into the driver's seat, placing the familiar yellow bag in the backseat.

“You still have on that damn wig, H” she smiled.

“Course, love. Gonna get a new one every time we go,” he smirked.

Harrys first time at DJ’s marked the start of a new tradition one of which will more than likely have (Y/N) and Ms. Leanne laughing until it hurts at Harry's goofy antics.

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kissme-hs · 6 years

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Could you please write a blurb about Harry being obsessed with the way Y/N rolls back her eyes in pleasure whenever they have sex? Thank you in advance. Hope you have a good day.x

You’re welcome. And sorry for being MIA it’s just the tags weren’t working for me so I didn’t write till i got my lappy and now I have it!!

Harry always enjoyed her facial expressions whenever they were making love. He loved how she bite her lips or furrow her eyebrows when harry hit the g-spot. The ecstatic expressions that he hold while harry rocked her sometimes was enough for him to feel the burning coil in his belly turn. But there was something else that he was obsessed with more than anything in this world, and that was the way she rolled her eyes when he licked her or entered her.

Just the contact of Harry’s skin with her pussy or clitoris made her arch her back and roll her eyes back, her eyelashes flutter everything she did that and her soft moans always added to the sensual pleasure. He always found it attractive whenever she did that. With lips tucked in, eyes rolled back and chest ached up made him go mad and horny from head to toe.

Her actions never failed to amuse him. Every single thing she did made him hard, from a innocent giggle to her wild kisses.

Harry rubbed his hard cock on her opening collecting the slick juices and giving her clitoris a few slaps. The filthy noises of skin hitting together made him groan, without any warning he slams himself into her. And when she rolls her eyes back with the delicious burning stretch, back aching—nipples hardened, harry don’t think he can be turned on more, he bites his lips and presses them against her rosy once immediately to suppress his moans inside her mouth.

He holds the back of her head and throws her leg on his shoulder to get better access of deepening himself in her. Her eyes still closed as Harry’s lips trail kisses from her lips to down her neck licking the hickeys her left before.

His eyes takes a look at her face, her lips were swollen and cheeks flushed. She looked like a complete sex goddess in fact she was one. He gave her a big thrust and there she was fluttering her lashes—rolling her eyes back. Harry smirked and continued planting kisses along her jawline.

”Such a massive turn on you are doll, I fucking swear”

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bluewinnerangel · 3 years

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Hey.. do you know of a masterpost that would show all the brokeback mountain coincidences? And maybe a list that compiles all the movie references that are somehow involved here?

No but imma make that now yep It’s time to yeehaw. This thing is gonna be half a joke just pointing at any cowboys and beans and nonsense but the other half is an oh shit I think he’s actually referencing the most well known gay and closeted and struggling movie of all time isn't he, he being Harry, because this post is mostly Harry really.

Buckle your big belt buckle up.

Watch Brokeback Mountain if you haven’t. Or read the short story.

REALLY BIG BIG BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN SPOILERS AHEAD:

The big oh shi CoInCiDeNcE is in HS1. Both Sweet Creature and From The Dining Table ~could very well be~ inspired by / a nod to / fanpieces of the Brokeback Mountain soundtrack. There's SC x "Snow" as well as FTDT x "Brokeback Mountain 2" + "The Wings". It's loud. Really loud. Explained in detail here

Then I (this is just me really) got a bit of a theory that FTDT is inspired by Brokeback Mountain beyond just the soundtrack, that it's (partially) written from the character's perspective (but in turn because Harry resonates with it, I think it's both, but the details in there might be nods to the things happening in the movie instead). Explained in detail here

aaaaaaaaaaaanyway back to other parallels

Not really necessarily brokeback mountain, but they both started off making these im a horse and you're the rider jokes. I don't think Louis really has after 2012 orso but Harry's still running with it, making a whooole lotta horsebackriding comments (which doesn't need a gay cowboy movie ref to be gay aslkdjaslkd). See this post

And another big thing in Brokeback Mountain is their alone time trip being explained as a fishing trip (spoiler: they don't fish), it's a big part of the movie, and you know Harry's got a thing for being a fisherman (while I doubt he really does a lotta fishing either)... Post about this fisherman behavior here

You didn't go up there to fish. You and him...

...Harry's ADDICTED to that one cap:

Then the fetus larry rope thing, yeeaaah happens somewhere else too

woopwoop

I guess let's also bring in the part where the dude's called Jack Twist adkjlaskjdhak

And Jack Twist is described as curly-headed and smiling and buck-toothed. sadaksldjask

(this is really just deranging into nothing, but it's funny so why not)

More dumb coincidences? Screenplay was written by Larry mclastnameirrelevanttothejokedudeperson

And in the short story the way Ennis remembers Jack most fondly is with a can of beans (it comes back a couple of times)

Early in the short story: They had a high-time supper by the fire, a can of beans each

Middle: but Ennis said more likely he’d just go out with Jack and get drunk. Jack was not a restaurant type, he said, thinking of the dirty spoons sticking out of the cans of cold beans balanced on the log.

And in the end: Around that time Jack began to appear in his dreams, Jack as he had first seen him, curly-headed and smiling and buck-toothed, talking about getting up off his pockets and into the control zone, but the can of beans with the spoon handle jutting out and balanced on the log was there as well

Sorry just laugh just laugh.

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HARRY DO YOU THINK THEY'RE BETTER THAN MOST OTHER BEANS??

Pls let it be clear im absolutely kidding...

Anyway

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Adding this just that's the gayest yeehaw I ever heard

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SAW THIS ON THE GOOGLE, ADDING IT

IM SORRY

And then there's part 2 - that FTDT x Brokeback Mountain lyric breakdown

#brokeback mountain #welikeparallels #link post #masterpost #Sweet Creature #FTDT #I really left you in the inbox for weeks huh

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cinemastyles-backup · 7 months

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Live in Studio

Summary: Y/n is a photographer that was chosen to photograph Harry's live studio session

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language,heavy flirting, studio sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, scratching biting, oral, fingering, general filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

HS1 HARRY

I pack up my camera and make sure I have everything that I need before I head out. I walk to the bathroom and give myself one last look over before I smirk and shake my head.

I walk out and grab my bag, keys and text Harry.

Me: Hey I'm on my way.

I walk out to my car and get in, setting my bag gently on the seat.

Harry: Can't wait to see you. Drive safe.

I bite my lip and stare at my screen before I decide to just set my phone down.

I've known Harry for a while now, but I'm still honored to be his photographer for his live studio session. His energy is unmatched and I know we'll have lot of fun today.

——

I pull up to the studio and park. I grab my phone and smile as I reread Harry's text.

Me: I'm here. Getting my stuff around and I'll be in.

I get out and walk around to the passenger side when suddenly I feel a presence approaching.

"Need any help?" Harry asks leaning against my car door. I look over at him and smile, "I think I'm good, thanks." I bend over to grab my bag and double check to make sure nothing fell out.

"Nice view you're giving me, y/n."

I look at him over my shoulder and smile, "Only for you." I wink and laugh as he raises his eyebrows a couple times.

"So." I lean back up and look at him, "Am I just taking pictures? Pictures and videos? What's the plan?" I shut my car door and Harry shrugs, "Whatever feels right to you, love."

I tilt my head slightly, fighting off a very NSFW comment.

"Okay." I smile and he shakes his head, "You were thinking what I was thinking." I roll my eyes, "Sure I was, Styles." He steps in front of me and looks down at me, "I want you to hang back after the session. You know, so we can go over the pictures and videos you take."

I nod slowly, "Mm, okay. Sounds like I can do that."

"Good. Good. Now let's get in there before I keep them waiting any longer." He opens the door for me and his hand lands on my lower back as he follows closely behind me through the door.

"Harry." I smile. He quickly slides his hand down and grabs my ass before running to open the other door while laughing.

"Harold!" I smirk as I glare at him. He smiles, "Can't help it." He opens the door for me and I walk in, greeting everyone.

I've already met everyone in this room, a few times actually.

"Alright. Who's ready to rock and roll?" Harry asks as he claps his hands.

He grabs his guitar and I grab my camera. I start to snap pictures as he strums, closing his eyes to focus more.

I check the picture and I look back up and he's looking at me with a smile on his face. I quickly snap his picture and stick my tongue out at him.

He shakes his head laughing and walks up to the mic, getting ready to sing.

I make my way around the studio, snapping pictures of the band, Harry, the instruments when not in use, when in use, everything.

I take a video of Harry's hands as he plays his guitar.

Fuck, his hands turn me on. I clear my throat and look down at the photo, biting my lip as I rewatch it.

"Oh for fucks saaaaaaake." Harry yells. I look up and laugh, "What the hell?" He laughs and walks over to me. He presses his body against mine as his hand brings my camera up, "That's a good shot of Mitch, don't you think?"

He looks up and motions for Mitch to come over. He shows him the picture and he nods, "Nice, nice."

"Thanks." I take my camera back, "Get to work, Styles." I tease and take a picture of the studio.

"Maybe later we can put that camera to a better use." He whispers into my ear. I can feel my cheeks getting hot.

I don't speak because I know if I try to, I'll just babble like an idiot.

I look up at him and nod. He smirks and walks back over to his mic. He chats with his band mates for a few minutes.

He starts to snap quickly and laughs. I whistle to get his attention and he looks back at me, still snapping, and smiles.

I look at the picture and smile.

They continue to play songs, and joke around and I continue to do what I've been doing, taking pictures and casually flirting with Harry.

"Will you hold me tight and don't let go." Harry sings in a high pitched, almost unrecognizable tone. I laugh and shake my head.

——

"Alright. That's a wrap for today." Harry claps, "Thank you all for being here today." He gives his little I'm grateful for you speech, "Thank you."

I sit down on the couch and click through the pictures. Admiring how good Harry looks in all of them.

"Admiring how good I look, are we?" He sits down next to me.

"Um, no." I lie. He stares at me, leaning forward slowly until I look at him, "Fine." I sigh, "I was." He smirks, "I couldn't keep my eyes off of you either today."

"I had to look at you." I tease with a laugh. He laughs and lays his arm behind me, leaning over to rest his chin on my shoulder, "Let's have a look, shall we?"

I grab my laptop from my bag and pop the card from my camera into it.

I focus on my screen, making sure to click on the right one, "Yes Harold?" I turn my head slightly to him.

"Nothing, I'm just.. admiring how beautiful you are when you're focused."

His words make my cheeks hot and I smile, "Thanks?" I smile and shake my head slightly, looking back at the computer screen.

"Wait." He lays a finger on my screen, "What was that?"

"What was what?" I question even though I know exactly what he's talking about.

His hands. The video I took of his hands while he plays guitar.

He leans closer and a smirk grows on his face, "My hands, huh?" I close my eyes and nod slowly, "Mhm." He chuckles, "Really?"

I look over at him, "Yeah. Yeah. I love your hands now can we move past that?" I click the down arrow a few times and try to keep my composure.

"You know.." Harry moves hair off my neck and lets it fall down my back, "We can look at this a little late.." his finger traces a line up and down the side of my neck.

I bite my lip and all in one quick motion, my lap top is set on the floor and I'm on top of Harry. My lips on his and his hands gripping my hips.

I slowly grind against him, feeling his already semi-hard cock grow harder.

"Fuck." He groans lowly against my lips.

I kiss down his neck and nibble gently. "Y/N." He gasps out sliding a hand up my arm. "You like that?" I whisper in an innocent tone.

He looks at me, his eyes growing dark with hunger. He pulls me in and kisses me. His hands slide down and pull my shirt up and off my body perfectly.

His mouth connects with the top of my chest, leaving little bite marks all over.

"Harry." I whimper tangling my fingers in his hair. He looks up at me, chin rested on my chest, "You like that?" He mocks me.

I'm too into it to care, "So much."

He smirks and continues to do it as he unbuttons my jeans. I tilt my bead back as he slides his hand in between my skin and the fabric of my underwear.

His lips linger and gently brush my skin as he gently rubs my clit in small circles.

I grip his shoulders and look down at him.

"Feel good?" He smirks, "looks like it does."

I nod, "Y-yes."

He slips his hand out and tugs my jeans. I lay back and he pulls them off. I go to lay my head back but he taps my leg once time, "Uh-huh. Watch."

I nod and lean up on my elbows, watching him slide a hand up and down my leg. He pushes my legs apart and I watch as he slides his fingers up and down my slit, his fingers shining with my slick.

"Have you been this wet the whole time?" He asks kissing my knee, "You're soaked." He slips a finger in. My eyes stay focused on his hand, slowly pumping in and out of me.

I let out a moan and fight to close my eyes.

He adds another finger and his rings push against my skin, "You feel so good around my fingers, baby." He leans down and sucks on my clit, causing my legs to jolt.

I lay a hand on his head and tilt my head back, letting out a loud moan.

"Harry.. I-I.." he groans against me, lips still attached to me. He moves his fingers faster, building me up to cum quicker.

I squeeze my thighs against his head, gasping as I clench around his fingers, "Fuck. Fuck. Shit." I pant, "Harry."

He pulls his fingers out and brings them up to my mouth. I instantly open and wrap my lips around them, licking as much of myself off as I can.

He watches me intently with his lips slightly parted.

I lean my head back and smile at him. He moves up and slowly slides his hand around my neck, squeezing gently.

He kisses me, taking my lower lip between his teeth. His bite gradually getting harder along with the tightness of his hand around my neck.

I let out a small whimper and he brushes his nose against my cheek, "I'm going to make you feel so good."

He leans up and slips his black T-shirt off his body. He undoes his jeans and pushes them down. He spits into his hand and locks with with me as he pumps his cock a few times.

He sits down and nods for me to come over to him.

I get up and straddle him, slowly sinking down onto him. I let out a moan and rest my head against his, "You had me thinking about this all day." His hand makes it way to my neck again and his other lays on the center of my back.

"Been thinking about it since the last time we fucked." I smirk and start to move my hips, rocking and rolling then forward and back. Moaning at how fucking good he feels inside of me.

"That's it baby. Use me." He lays his head back, eyes still on me. His hand grips at the skin on my back and he eases up on his grip on my throat. He runs a finger up and down my neck as I fuck myself on him.

"Fuck, Harry." I moan look down at him. He bites his lip and his hands travel to my hips, gripping them as I bounce.

"Fuck, yeah baby, that's it." He moans while thrusting his hips up to meet mine. I grab the back of the couch for leverage and push myself all the way down on him as I clench.

"You're so hot when you cum, y/n." He pulls me down and kisses me, "Switch?"

I nod and he lifts me off of him. I'm still on my knees, leaning on the back of the couch when Harry grabs my hips and slaps a hand against my cheek.

"My beautiful little slut." He whispers as he drags a finger down my spine.

He slides in, agonizingly slow.

I rest my head against the couch, moaning as he thrust, "Harry. Harry. Fuck." I throw my head back and meet my body with each of his thrusts.

"Fuck, you always take me so good." His thumbs run my hips, "So fucking good."

I reach down between my legs, circling my clit with my fingers.

"Fuck, that's so hot." He groans, "Fuck."

"M'gonna cum again." I gasp, "Fuck. Fuck." I grab the back of the couch with both hands, letting my head hang down between my arms.

I let out a scream of pleasure as I cum around him again.

He tries to hold out but his thrusts get sloppy fast, and he pulls out, letting go onto my back and ass.

He stands there for a few moments and goes to grab one of the small towels that are rolled up on the shelf.

"Don't move." He says before wiping up the mess he made.

I slowly roll my body over and lay on the couch, looking up at him with a smile.

"What?" He asks gathering our clothes.

"You didn't use the camera." I pout.

He shrugs and walks over to me. He leans down, "Looks like we'll have to take it home with us." He smirks and kisses me.

"I guess we will."

——

You can find part two here

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cinemastyles-blog · 1 year

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In the Music Room

Summary: Teacher!Harry has a thing for Student!Y/N

Not a request

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, teacher!harry, teacherxstudent, oral (m) fingering, classroom sex, unprotected sex, almost getting caught, slight angst, filth

Master

HS1 HARRY

“Good afternoon everyone.” Mr. Styles greets us as he walks in, “I hope everyone has been practicing, today is a pop quiz, we’ll not today. But in a few days.”

“A pop quiz?” You ask your friend, Ria, “How is he giving us a pop quiz on instruments?”

“Glad you asked, y/n.” Harry gives you a smirk, “You’ll each be sitting down in front of me and you’ll play something that I have chosen to give to you.”

You raise your hand, “Can’t we pick our own thing to play, Mr. Styles?”

Mr. Styles chuckles and leans one hand on his desk, “You could, but that wouldn’t be a challenge, would it?”

“What do you mean?” You tilt your head, looking at him slightly confused.

“If I allow you to pick for yourselves, you’ll then proceed to pick the easiest thing you can possibly find, and I know you all have the potential to play something a little more complicated.”

You swallow and sit back in your seat, “Well damn.”

Ria laughs quietly as she turns into you, “He’s so fucking hot.”

Your eyes move back to looking at him, “He is. But he’s a total asshole.”

“Did someone say something?” Harry turns around and looks around the room before looking directly at you.

The room is silent.

“Okay.” He turns back around and pulls his guitar from his case, “If everyone with guitars will follow me over to this side of the room.” He points over to the table, “The rest of you can talk amongst yourselves until I’m ready for the next group.”

“Have fun.” Ria elbows you as you grab the neck of your guitar, “Yeah. Thanks.” You roll your eyes and walk over to take a seat.

Harry’s eyes follow you until you sit down. He clears his throat, “Y/n. Can you match my strums please.”

You nod and bring the guitar up to sit on your lap. You watch Harry as he positions his fingers, losing train of thought as you focus on his hands.

“Y/n.” Harry repeats, “Can you match my strums?”

You blink and look down at your guitar, “Yes. Sorry, Mr. Styles.” You look up, repeating to yourself to match the strums.

You listen to him strum his guitar before you look back down at yours, getting your fingers on the right strings and strumming like he did.

“That was decent.” He says and you look up at him, “That was perfect? What do you mean decent?”

He chuckles and shakes his head, “We’ll work on it, here. Try this one. It’ll be easier.”

You fight back an eye roll as you focus on his fingers and how they’re about to play the easiest fucking thing ever.

You bite down on the inside of your lip, matching the strum he just did, “How was that?”

“That was better.”

You sit back and rest your hand on the instrument on your lap as he moves onto the next person.

You always felt like he singles you out in a way. You know you’re a good guitar player, it’s always been a dream of yours to play. Ever since you could, you’ve always been strumming the strings until you were big enough to finally hold a guitar yourself.

Once he gets through everyone, he hands out papers, “We’re all going to play this.”

Your eyes scan down over the page, huh, this should be easy, you think as you get ready to start playing.

“One, two, three, four.” Harry counts down and everyone in the group starts playing. His eyes are closed, listening to everyone strumming their guitars, “Max, press your fingers down a little harder, yep. Good.”

You glance up at him, losing your place in the music and becoming out of tune with everyone else, “Shit.” You whisper quietly, not thinking anyone heard you.

“Okay.” Harry says holding his hand up, “y/n. I would appreciate if you didn’t swear in my class.”

Your shoulders sink and you clench your jaw.

“What caused you to go out of tune?”

You can’t tell him the real reason, you’ll look like a total idiot, “I don’t know.”

“We’ll, you should figure it out, because if you’re ever on stage performing and that happens, it’ll be even more embarrassing.”

The group laughs and you stand up, holding your guitar by its neck as you walk out of the room. You go into the hallway, debating on smashing your guitar in anger, but you don’t.

You set it down, resting it against the wall. You sit down and take a few deep breathes.

“Hey, what happened?” Your friend walks out and stands in front of you.

“Mr. Fucking Styles happened. He’s being a dick to me for no reason. I’m a good guitar player, Ria. Why can’t he just se-“

The door opens and Harry steps out, “Ria, go back in, I brought the next group over.”

Ria looks at you and back at Harry, nodding as she walks inside the room. Harry let’s the door shut and he walks over to you, “What’s going on?”

“What do you mean what’s going on? You’re treating me so much differently than the others and it’s not fair to me.” You look up at him, staring directly into his eyes.

He’s silent for a few moments before he sighs and kneels down, “Because I have to be.” His voice is a lot quieter than before.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You shake your head, “That makes so sense.”

“Why don’t you stay after class today so you can find out.” Harry stands up, not giving you another chance to answer, “Come on.” He opens the door and waits for you to get up and walk in.

You walk back to your seat and sit down.

You start to play your guitar quietly and you can feel his gaze linger on you the longer you play. You look over at him and he smirks slightly before looking away.

“That was good, guys. Very good.”

You can’t help but feel that anger all over again, wanting Harry to see how good of a player you really are.

You don’t really know why you need his validation.

You just do.

——

“Alright, everyone. You all have your pieces of music that you need to practice. I’ll give you a week, that should be plenty of time.” Harry starts off his end of the day speech.

As he’s standing up at the front of the room talking, you can’t help but wonder what he meant. His words repeat in your head, echoing, making your stomach twist with anxiety.

“That is it for today. See you all tomorrow.” He turns away and packs up his guitar.

“You coming over?” Ria asks as she packs up her notes.

You shake your head, “No. I’m going to give Mr. Styles a piece of my mind.”

She raised her eyebrows, “Want me to wait?”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll come over tomorrow.” You wait until the room clears out and walk up to Harry.

“Look. I’m not trying to be a bitch or anything, but I need you to understand th-“

He turns around, “I know you’re good.”

You stop talking and just look at him, “What?”

“I know you’re good y/n. You’re the best guitarist in the class.” He sits on the end of his desk, “I can’t treat you like that because it wouldn’t really be fair.”

“To the other classmates? Maybe it’ll make them work harder.” You shrug and he chuckles, “I mean yeah, but that’s not really what I mean.”

“What do you mean then?” You cross your arms, waiting for him to speak.

“If I treated you how I wanted to treat you, I wouldn’t have this job.”

You swallow, his words intriguing you, “How?”

He bites his lip and leans out around you and leans back, “Come here.” He shifts and spreads his knees, holding his hand out to you.

You take his hand and walk up to him, “What are you doing?”

He lays a hand on your waist and brushes hair from your face, “Treating you how I really want to treat you.”

And with that, his lips are on yours and a fire erupts inside of you.

In that moment, you knew Harry didn’t hate you.

He liked you.

A lot.

He pulls you close to him and you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. He moans lowly against your lips as your thigh pushes against his growing bulge.

He unbuttons your jeans and pushes the zipper down, slipping his hand into the front of them. His fingers press against your clit, rubbing hard circles on it.

You gasp, pressing your hips into his hand, “M-Mr. Styles.”

“Harry. Call me Harry.” He mumbles against your lips.

“Harry.” You breathe out, “Fuck that feels so good.”

Harry moves his head and kisses down your neck, “I’ve wanted you since the first day of this class.”

You bite your lip as he slides his hand down further, rubbing his fingers against your wet folds, “You’re soaked already.”

You whimper as he slips a finger in, “P-please.”

“Please what?” Harry asks leaning back, “Tell me.”

You grab onto his dress shirt, tugging on it as your eyes close. Your lips part and you moan, “You.” You open your eyes, “I want you.”

A smirk plays with his lips as he pulls his hand out of your pants, “I want to see if this mouth can suck cock as good as you can play guitar.”

His words leave you speechless.

All you can do is nod.

He smirks and stands up, pushing you back slightly, “Follow me.” He walks around his desk and sits now. He grabs your hand, “Do you want to do this?”

You bite your lip, nodding as you drop to your knees, “I’ve thought about this since the first time I saw you in the hallway.”

He leans back, “Then go ahead.”

You reach up, undoing his belt and dress pants. Pulling them down so you can free his throbbing cock.

“So big, Mr. Styles.” You smirk and look up at him. He smirks and watches you. You lean in, flattening your tongue and licking up his cock, giving a satisfied hum.

His head tilts back and his eyes go shut.

You wrap your lips around the tip, sucking as you work your way down.

His jaw goes slack and his hand lays on your head, “Fuck, y/n.” He gasps and pants as he looks down, watching you devour his cock.

Suddenly the door is kicked open and the janitor walks in backwards. You move under the desk and Harry quickly spins his chair and moves in as far as he can without swishing you, “Hello. Can I help you?”

“Oh.” The janitor turns around, “Sorry, Sir. I didn’t know you were still here. I’ll come back.” He waves to Harry and Harry nods, “Thank you.”

You wait until the door shuts before asking, “Do you think he seen me?”

Harry shakes his head, “No. the desk should have blocked you. Now, your head moving up and down, I’m afraid that wasn’t hidden but his back was turned so.”

You laugh and cover your mouth, “We don’t have much time now do we?”

He shakes his head and smiles, “I’m afraid not.”

You lean up on your knees, pulling him into you so you can kiss him, “Better make this quick then.” You nice back and push your jeans down your thighs. You turn around and bend over so you’re in the doggy position.

Harry tilts his head and groans, “Such a dirty girl.”

He moves down off the chair, rubbing his cock against your wet entrance. He grips your hip and pushes his cock in with a groan, “Fuck.”

You cover your mouth and roll your eyes back, “Mm, fuck.”

Harry’s thrusts instantly pick up and they’re quick but powerful. His finger tips dig into your hips, hard enough you’ll have round bruises where each of his fingers sit.

You push your hips back to him, meeting his thrusts as you clench around his cock, “Fuck.. I’m g-“

Your moans are muffled by your hand as you cum on his cock. Harry groans, pulling your hips back into his own, “Shit, y/n.”

Your eyes are squeezed shut as he fucks you through your high, keeping his moans to a minimum as he grows closer to coming.

“Shit, shit.” His thrusts quickly become sloppy and slow down fast, “Fuck.”

You feel his cock twitch inside of you and you bite your lip, “Fuck.”

“Sorry, I didn-“ Harry pulls out and you cut him off, “It’s fine. We’ll worry about it later.” You pull your jeans up and stand up.

Harry fixes himself and looks up at you, “This isn’t.. I don’t ju-“

“Come by my apartment later. We can talk about it when we aren’t at risk for being caught.” He laughs and nods as you jot down your number, “Text me and I’ll give you the address.”

You hand him the note and lean in to kiss him. He smiles against your lips, “can’t wait to see you.”

You smile and can feel your cheeks turn a blush color, “I can’t wait to see you.”

He pecks your lips, “Now go. And don’t be late for class.” He winks and you shake your head with a smile. You grab your stuff and leave the class room, shocked that you just got creampied by your music teacher.

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This was just an idea that I thought about and went with. It’s not proof read so if there’s mistakes, sorry.

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pop-punklouis · 4 years

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You know.... this is random, but I keep thinking about Harry’s pink converse that we saw in the another man mag archive. They were so dirty and run down and I’m thinking of the amount of times that he must have worn them and we never SAW!!! Just goes to show that we only see a fraction of everything.. ahhh how I wish I could’ve seen Harry wearing his pink converse 🥺🥺 only I still remember people in the fandom saying that they were actually red 🙄 but anyway. I keep thinking about them

i think about these things all the time actually. not just the converse (whether pink or not). like the photo that was found from Glenn’s instagram of harry wearing those metallic pink boots back in 2015 (ish?)

or when there’d be traces of chipped or light colored nail polish that had been taken off or lightly applied during certain dates of WWA & OTRA

or back in 2016, when grimmy mentioned that harry wore nail polish often in private and that his favorite color was black before harry came out for the first time wearing nail polish during his Another Man launch party

or that he wore dresses/enjoyed them in private per the HS1 polaroids and the screen shot of lights up directors cut before we ever saw him publicly in a couple.

there’s so many things, and you’re right. we see such a small fraction of all of their lives and usually it’s what they choose to show publicly. and it really does warm my heart seeing how far harry has been able to grow in his identity and expression over the past few years where these things mentioned above seem small in comparison to where he’s at it now, but at the time was very significant.

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Helllllooooooo falling anon is back but this time to cry about the fucking water.

THE WATER

in golden theres all these scenes of beautiful turquoise water and and that little clear water bubble H looks through and the water he looks into when hes going all feral. It’s all clear pretty water signifying the lover hes singing to or the sheer beautiful love he feels. In Falling hes drowning under the same clear water because he hurt them. There isn’t any ambivalence (could be signifies by dirty or tainted water like HS1) when he falls in love and when he fucks up. Clear blue falling in the deep end of love and drowning fully submerged under the same love you had for them except this time there’s no doubt you fucked up.

Once again this makes no sense but I need to cry cos I keep listening to these songs and hurting myself. THANK YOU FOR LISTENING.

oh i really like this a lot :') even when you consider water to be like an extension of harry's self - which i love to do on this blog, obviously - it makes sense. bc his love is an extension of himself, and in golden he's happy and at ease in the water, submerging himself in his love and happiness, connected with what makes him feel good. in falling, those feelings, and what usually makes him feel good, are drowning him. the sadness he feels could kill him

#kind anon #falling #always more to cry about with falling

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goldencherryhazz · 2 years

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HARRY FOR BETTER HOMES AND GARDENS MAGAZINE!!

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Houston, Ft. Lauderdale, Atlanta, Nashville, Hershey, Philadelphia, Toronto, Boston, New York City (one), New York City (two),

Live on Tour.

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hookahazz · 6 years

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Chronicles of a Black Girl Vol 3: Family Reunion |Harry Styles|

Warnings: Fluff, lil angst, cursing

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Don’t kill me LMFAOO ik I said this morning but ya got it tonight. You got the trick from trick or treat. But this one is real cute and ish and I kept the same concept I just made it so that he meets her whole family and not just her parents. Please give me feedback and tell me how you felt. It’s much appreciated. Tell me how you honestly felt. I’m about to post the master list and it’ll show you the title of the next fic and that one and man y’all gone die its adorable. Enjoy pt 3 and thanks for reading all of them I appreciate y’all a fuck load. <3

ASK BOX

If you don’t know, black people have three main values that are held above others: their hair, some good “put you to sleep after you eat about 2 plates” soul food and family. Family reunions and get-togethers are the highlights of the year. It is the time where they could all be together in one setting and enjoy one another's presence, the time where the adults would play spades and talk grown folk talk, and the time where your distant relatives would pull you into a hug filled with a strong perfume and hit you with that, “Oh hi baby, I haven’t seen you since you were two years old! You remember me?” There’s no greater feeling than being surrounded by those foil trays that were filled to the brim with mouth-watering sweet potatoes, potato salad (not the shit white people make with apples and all that other bullshit! as (Y/N) would put it), and that creamy, golden mac n’ cheese that black people would kill for (if made correctly, (Y/N)’s mom refuses to make anything but baked macaroni). The feeling of satisfaction one gets from being surrounded by uncles and aunties, grandmas and granddads, and listening to them tell stories about stuff that happened decades ago that still makes all of them laugh until they're crying. And the music! Oh yes-- that authentic soul music that was carefully constructed by the legendary artist who had the power to change peoples lives and move somebody's soul (Maze featuring Frankie Beverly, Michael Jackson, The Temptations, Gladys Knight, Ms. Lauryn Hill ((Y/N)'s ultimate favorite) , New Edition ). It was the music that would make those same aunts and uncles get up and dance horribly until their heart's content without the fear of judgment. Black people live for moments like such: to just sit around and be unconditionally black.

At the start of the semester, Harry and (Y/N) had been paired to do a project for their business law course (a class both of them regretted taking). At first (Y/N) was a little wary to be working with Harry, she'd never had any interaction with the boy except for when he asked to borrow a pencil and surprisingly gave it back in the end. After just twenty minutes of working with him, there wasn't a reason to be worried at all. In all her twenty-one years of living, she'd never met someone so goofy in her life (except her two older brothers). Harry was so sweet and funny it was almost hard to stay concentrated at the task at hand. That probably explains why they got a B- on the assignment instead of an A. Since then the two became friends, then best friends, and after months of teasing from Harrys best mate, Niall, they'd become boyfriend and girlfriend.

They'd been dating for nearly three months and so far Harry's only met (Y/N)'s older brothers, Anthony and Caleb. Their first meeting wasn't in the most typical way. For one, all four of them were drunk off their asses after a night out at a frat party. Caleb and Anthony played multiple rounds of patty-cake with Harry, giggling while (Y/N) lied on her couch laughing at her toes. Her brothers adored Harry in every possible aspect. The three of them have become the best of friends and hang out all of the time which makes (Y/N) so, so happy. She's had a plethora of boyfriends (she’s quite the chocolate catch) and her brothers have hated every single one of them, always making sure (Y/N) knew that they aren't good enough for her. “You saw what he was wearing? His pants are sagging and falling to his fucking knees! His knees, (Y/N)!” Going from them to Harry was a drastic but much-needed change that both Caleb and Anthony appreciated a lot. They wanted nothing but the best for their baby sister and they knew Harry was as good as it was gonna get.

"So do you want to go with me? You don't have to if you're not ready, babe."

On her way home from work she'd gotten a call from her dear mother regarding the annual family reunion and of course she invited Harry. Went on for nearly ten minutes about how “the two of you have been dating for three months, that boy's gonna have to meet the family sooner or later!” The conversation mainly consisted of momma (Y/L/N) talking and (Y/N) giving her a couple of mhm's and yes ma's here and there. "Course I'll come, lovie. Been dyin' to meet your family!" he beamed, excited as she had predicted. Harry valued family more than anything so meeting hers was a big step in their relationship. "You're not nervous or anything, right? I mean for real, if you are then we really don't even gotta go. They won't even miss us," she assured him. In all honesty, (Y/N) didn't want to rush anything with Harry. She really really liked him and she was fully aware of how rowdy and wild her family can get.

"No babe, it's gonna be fun! M'excited!" he grinned wrapping his arm around his girlfriend's waist.

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Harry was never a shy or nervous person, it just wasn't him. He'd never really been in a situation where he was incredibly anxious and meeting (Y/N)'s parents were no different. He was absolutely positive that they'd love him and he assured (Y/N) that multiple times when she'd brought up meeting them. He was a people pleaser, someone who wanted to satisfy everyone, someone who naturally appealed to everyone. Harry had never been in a position to which he had to appeal to someone who didn't like him because everyone liked him, even if they didn't want to.

"When is it again, button?" Harry questioned, playing with (Y/N)'s kinky locks. She'd just finished washing her hair and Harry absolutely loved watching her condition and style it. "Uh, the day after tomorrow. So Wednesday? Yeah Wednesday," she concluded, slabbing on a generous amount of leave in conditioner. He grinned, doing the same to another section of her hair (he also enjoyed assisting her in styling her hair, the conditioner smelled of coconuts and almonds that nearly made him drool). "You're really excited aren't you?" she questioned. "Course I am. S'a big step in our relationship and I've always wanted to meet your parents. You're mum especially," (Y/N) snorted. Like the majority of black moms (Y/N)'s was crazy crazy. Her childhood consisted of a ton of life lessons that stemmed from a simple joke (Y/N) would make or a movie that wasn't meant to be taken way out of context, her mom constantly telling all her friends (some of which (Y/N) didn't even know) all of her business, and plenty of ass whoopings with the following: a switch, a belt, or any random object momma (Y/L/N) could get her hands on. "Oh yes, you'll love her. She's a peach."

"Oi, why are you laughin'?" he poked her sides.

"No reason baby,' she chuckled, pressing her lips to his cheek.

"I'm positive you're parents will love me. M'gonna be the first boyfriend your family likes. Even Caleb and Anthony said so!" She rolled her eyes, of course they would think so. They adore Harry because he's nothing like the lot of old boys she used to fool around with. "Yeah and you'll also be the first white boy I've brought home so that'll be something." she joked. Harry stiffened, "you're serious? They're not gonna like me then (Y/N)!" He began panicking. Not once did he think he'd need to worry about someone not liking him because of his skin color. Not once did he have to feel worried about being picked apart and judged based on the color of his skin. In fact, he'd never worried about anything regarding his skin tone because it has and would never affect his daily life.

She turned, stopping the commotion with her hair to focus on her very panicky boyfriend who looked as if he were going to cry at any given moment. She wrapped her arms around him pulling him into a tight hug, rubbing her soft hands up and down his back (a tactic she learned only but weeks ago that would calm him down). "Hey, hey, hey. I was just joking, baby. You don't have to be worried about them not liking you because you're white. They don't care. You could be green and they'd still love you," she smiled, trying to contain a laugh. It was amusing to see how worked up he would get over minute situations like such. (Y/N) thought it was so adorable that he'd even cared so much. "You're sure? They're not gonna kick me out or somethin' right?" he looked up at her. "I promise they won't," she laughed, she knew her family wasn’t like that. They loved everyone. Even with that, Harry was still convinced that (Y/N)'s family were going to hate him. He simply smiled and nodded and continued to work conditioner into her hair and twist it in hopes to calm him down.

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Now, the both of them were standing in front of (Y/N)'s parent's house waiting nervously for someone to answer the door and Harr, for the first time, really felt as though he was about to shit his pants on their poor porch. He wanted to run and hide behind her mothers beautiful rose bush and stay there until this whole conjuncture was over. He wrapped his long digits around (Y/N)'s and squeezed her hand for reassurance. "Hey, it's gonna be alright. I swear," she whispered just as the door began to open.

"(Y/N), my sweet grandbaby. I almost thought you weren't gonna show up!"

"Grandma!" (Y/N) smiled, engulfing the short woman in a hug. "Missed you so much," she smiled. They had a short conversation before she turned her attention to the six-foot boy behind (Y/N) who had been smiling at their very sweet interaction. "And who's this handsome young man you brought with you, suga?" Harry smiled, his nerves calming somewhat. He introduced himself, going in for a handshake but (Y/N)'s grandma slapped his hand away and pulled him down for a hug professing, you’re family now, act like it boy! "How cute. Oh!-- And muscular too! Chiiiild, wait till ya auntie gets a load of this one. Come on now, the rest of the family's in the backyard. Ya mommas in the kitchen talking shit per usual go help her, baby. I'll take care of Harry." she smiled, wrapping her arm around his. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and giggled at her grandmother's goofy antics and kissed Harry before walking away and assuring him that she'd be in the kitchen if he needed her.

Harry charmed (Y/N)'s grandmother, Kelly (grandma K is what she told him to call her since he was apart of the family now), rather fast. She led him to the back and introduced him to (Y/N)'s uncles, aunts, cousins, and all of her (including great) grandparents. All of them welcomed Harry with open arms. They had so many questions regarding his family and life in the UK, what he did for a living (he was CFO at a major marketing company, they were so proud of his title at such a young age, ya gotta be a stable man while dating our niece! her uncles would say), and his feelings about their (Y/N). An immense amount of aww's was given from the way he talked about her (Y/N's younger cousins, Mikayla and Jordan (ten), thought Harry was so cute and were really just aww'ing at how good he looked). Everyone was easily able to tell how in love Harry was with (Y/N) even though they haven't said it to one another yet (it’s only been three months)

"Harry, I fixed you a plate baby." (Y/N) smiled, interrupting a playful but heated conversation that Harry, her younger cousin Anthony (seventeen), and her father were having about the Chicago Bears and the Green Bay Packers. He smiled and grabbed the plate from her and motioned for her to sit in his lap. He pressed a kiss on her cheek and thanked her. Harry finally felt calm, that is until another short woman stepped in front of the two and began staring him down. It didn't take long for Harry to realize that it was (Y/N)'s mother, the resemblance was uncanny. He nearly choked, becoming nervous yet again. This was the big boss. He thought he was going to be more afraid of (Y/N)'s dad who, though still wary of his little girl dating, (she's twenty- one) loves Harry. He even went as far as to invite Harry to the next super bowl party and he's never done that for any of (Y/N)'s boyfriends!

"(Y/N) who's this?" she questioned.

"Ma, this is Harry, my boyfriend. Harry this is my mom, Christine," Harry stood up to formally greet the woman with a handshake but she, much like her own mother, pulled him down into a bone-crushing hug. For such small women, they both had deadly grips. "Harry, it's so nice to finally meet you! Dunno why (Y/N)'s been hiding you from us, baby." she pinched his cheeks. "You's bout the cutest thing too! Oh my lord!" she grinned. By now Harry was feeling like an idiot, the biggest fucking idiot. (Y/N)'s family had actually taken a liking to him. He did all that worrying for nothing, all that crying to (Y/N) over the phone at 2 AM because he couldn’t sleep for nothing, and spent all that time googling good reasons as to why you can't go to your girlfriends family reunion for nothing!

"What are these?" Harry questioned.

"Those are called greens. It's good I promise." (Y/N) stifled a laugh. He’d been asking a lot of questions about the food simply because he’d never heard of some of it. After swallowing his first bite, he couldn't stop. Harry had devoured three plates of food and somehow managed to fit a serving from both her moms homemade banana pudding and her chocolate pie. "Bloody hell, that was so good." he yawned, nuzzling his head into the crook of her neck. "M'sleepy (Y/N)," she giggled, knowing good and well of the after effect of soul food, and kissed the top of his head.

"Damn it, why’d it take you so long to bring him ‘round here (Y/N)!" her aunts asked, playfully slapping her thigh.

"I just didn't wanna rush anything, hop off! And on top of that, I told him he was the first white boy I'd ever brought home and he flipped shit on me! Thought y'all weren't gonna like him!" The lot of them erupted in a fit of laughter. "Oh child, you ain't gotta worry about that. We all love you to pieces. Such a cute thing you are. Better than those ol' raggedy hoodlums she used to bring 'round here before!" her grandmother interjected, swatting at her thigh as well.

"Grandma K! See now why you gotta go and bring them up. That was in high school!" (Y/N) whined, gaining a loud laugh from her grandmother. She'd never been any good at picking boyfriends. None of her family members ever liked any of them, they truly were a bad influence on her.

The rest of the night concluded in her family telling the most embarrassing stories from her childhood to Harry. (Y/N) didn't think they were funny at all but Harry was proper amused. I'm talking doubled over, gasping for air, tears spilling down his cheeks amused. What made it even funnier was how annoyed she was getting, stomping and whining like a two-year-old. "Ugh, man I swear I hate y'all! You're supposed to be on my side Harry!" she shoved him to the ground.

"Baby, stop!" he nearly choked, trying to catch his breath all while laughing and trying to keep his very cute (but very annoyed) girlfriend from attacking him. "(Y/N) stop! You're gonna mess his face up!" Mikayla and Jordan tugged at her shirt, somehow pulling her off of Harry. Now everyone was laughing at the scene.

"M'very sorry for laughing at how you shit on your mum's hand as a baby, love." Harry smiled, kissing all over her face (a tactic he learned that made her forgive him almost immediately). She shoved him back one last time and laughed. "I hate y'all for real!" Harry grinned, settling back in his rather comfortable fold out chair and pulled (Y/N) back onto his lap.

"M'glad we came. I really did all that worrying for nothing, petal. Your family loves me like I knew they would." he joked.

She rolled her eyes, "don't act like you weren't about to shit yourself earlier, big shot." "Lower your voice!" he warned, earning yet another laugh from grandma K.

"No need to get embarrassed suga! I told ya, you's apart of the family now. Now come over here and dance with an old lady," she commanded, gaining a large grin from both Harry and (Y/N).

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