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Wreck My Plans

Written for Several Sunlit Daylights, the Taylor Swift x Hinny Collab we all need, organised by @ginwiz

Prompt: Based on Evermore/Folklore. I picked 'Willow' (It could have been Speak Now if Harry showed up a few months later lol)

This is 8K words so it may be easier to read on AO3 but also below.

It could not be worse timing. How could he possibly know? How could he have such awful timing? She was engaged now, he had been gone for two years and just as she was taking a break from her relationship, from her fiancé, and staying over at the Burrow, that is when he showed up, in the middle of May.

She just had a good cry with her mum and expressed her doubts and worries about Gabriel when Harry walked in through the back door as if he had just been there the other day. He looked healthy, he looked happy.

“Uhm, hi,” he said hesitantly, looking between the two women.

Neither she nor her mum moved. She could not have moved if she wanted to, her eyes focused on his green ones, staring back. He swallowed.

“Harry, you’re back!” Mrs Weasley said with feigned enthusiasm. She engulfed him in a hug.

“So good to see you, Mrs Weasley,” he said and she could tell he was being genuine.

She hated how much he looked like a man now, he had lost the boyish charm that Gabriel still held. Gabriel, fuck. Harry couldn’t be here, not now when she was already on the edge of cancelling every plan she ever had. She composed herself.

“Hi Harry, how are you?” she asked politely.

Harry appeared taken aback by her polite tone. “I’m … good. You?”

“I’m great.” It could not have been more of a lie. She glanced at the clock and saw it was two already. “Crap, I got to go.” She shot up from her chair. She had promised Gabriel she’d come by at two to pick up some items. She turned to her mum. “I won’t be long.”

Mrs Weasley offered her sympathetic smile and she dashed out of the door.

She apparated to his apartment. They had been barely living together for six months, all her stuff hadn’t even made it in there yet. She knocked on the door.

Gabriel opened the door carefully.

“I am sorry I am late, we had … a guest,” she said, walking past him and into the bedroom.

He stood in the door opening as she gathered more of her clothes. She threw everything into her bag.

“Honey, please, can we at least talk?” he tried.

She shook her head. “I need more time.” She slung her bag over her shoulder and walked through the living room, picking up some more of her items.

“Is this really about that girl? We weren’t exclusive then… I didn’t know…” His face dropped. “I feel like you have just found a reason to doubt and you’ll cling to it.”

She walked to the door and turned around to him. “You don’t know anything,” she snipped and walked out.

Ginny apparated back to The Burrow and found Harry in the garden. She decided to bite through the bullet and just talk to him, clear the air.

“I believe congratulations are in order,” Harry said carefully.

“Don’t.” She let the bag drop on the ground, as if to emphasise exactly why.

“Your mum only said you were engaged, I didn’t know-” he told her.

She nodded. “She is trying to save me some pride, I guess. Nothing happened, I just… I need more time. I can’t be making decisions so quickly.”

Harry reached out to her hand and electricity ran through her when he lifted her hand up. He looked at the ring on her finger for a moment.

“I mean most women would be won over by a ring like that alone,” he said.

She pulled her hand out of his grip. “Shut up.” They started walking towards the orchard. “My affection can’t be bought.”

“No, it can’t.”

“Where have you been?” Ginny asked, trying to get the attention off her.

“Here and there, all over the world,” he told her and then he started speaking of some of the places he had been. Secret wizarding communities in the desert, magical waterfalls, mythical creatures and wonderful places.

“Sounds like you had a great time,” she said.

“I did,” Harry agreed.

“So you are not staying then,” she deduced, looking at him carefully.

“No, I just figured I was overdue a visit. I went by Ron and Hermione’s first.”

“They must've been glad to see you,” she commented with a smile.

“So what is the deal with your fiancé?”

Ginny sighed, she really didn’t want to talk about this with Harry. “Nothing, he is fine, he is a good guy.”

“But?” he asked.

“I don’t know. We started dating eight months ago, moved in with him six months ago, engaged for one… I suddenly felt like there were too many changes, like I’m not myself anymore and … “ She stopped, something was gnawing at her that she could not place.

“Do you love him?”

Ginny stopped in her tracks, surprised by his question. “He is a good man.”

“Do you love him?” Harry asked again.

“Harry, you don’t get to do this, you left.” She hated how her voice almost broke at the end of her sentence.

“This isn’t about me,” Harry defended himself, as if he genuinely wanted to save her upcoming wedding.

“Isn’t it?” she shot back. “You chose to go off on your own.”

“I needed some time to myself.” He looked down apologetically. Then he glanced back up. “Travel with me.”

“What?” she asked warily.

“Come with me, travel, see the world a little. I can show you the most amazing sights, the most remote places in the world, magic beyond belief.”

“I am engaged,” was the only objection she could muster. Her head felt empty and suddenly disappearing into the wilderness with Harry sounded all too tempting. It shouldn’t be, it was more of a gamble than marrying was, but something about it sounded far too inviting.

“What do you want?” Harry asked her.

“The more you say, the less I know,” she told him honestly.

“Give me a month. Let me show you things for a month and then you decide. You can come home whenever you want after that but give me a month. If you want to get married to…”

“Gabriel.”

“Right, then you do that. No strings attached, no hard feelings. I just think you need a getaway as much as I did two years ago.” His green eyes were so warm, so caring as they focused on her.

“Harry, it’s you and I… how can I go and return to Gabriel…” Ginny knew well enough if she left with him, she’d never go back to Gabriel, even if she returned after a month.

“Like I said, it’s no strings attached, we can have separate beds, whatever. I am just offering you a little escape.”

She wanted to beg him to take her hand and wreck her plans. “Okay, wherever you stray next, I’ll follow.”

Harry’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

She nodded. “You’re right, I need a little escape.”

Harry ran a hand through his hair for a moment as he thought. “We can leave tonight.”

“Okay,” she agreed immediately. She didn’t want to change her mind, she didn’t want her parents to stop her.

“I need to go arrange a Portkey. Just wait until after dark and wait for my signal. If you wait by your bedroom window, you’ll see me,” he said, piecing together a plan.

She should be more scared to take off to a strange place for a month after thinking about it for less than ten minutes, but she was not. She wanted to feel like herself again, and Harry always knew how to bring out the real her.

---

She shot up from the window sill when she saw the wave of his wand at the end of the garden. She left the envelopes on her nightstand. One for her parents, explaining she was alright but she took off and one for Gabriel with her engagement ring, asking him not to wait for her if she wasn’t back in a month.

She grabbed her backpack and her bag and silently walked down the stairs, conveniently half her items had already been packed. She shrunk one bag to fit into the other, carrying nearly all she owned with her as she walked outside.

Harry smiled reassuringly at her. “Just in time.” He offered the Portkey to her and she grabbed onto it too.

A minute later she felt the tug behind her navel and they were whisked off. When she felt soil under her feet, she let go of the Portkey. There wasn’t much to see in the moonlight. They seemed to be rather high up.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“The Azores, Mount Pico,” he said looking around before his eyes landed on a spot a little higher up. “Up there.”

They started walking further up the mountain.

“Have you been here before?” she asked, looking at the ground to make sure she didn’t trip.

He shook his head. “No, but I made some friends in the wizarding travel community, they know the most peculiar spots on earth.”

Ginny’s eyes fell on their destination, a small mountain hut. “That’s cosy,” she commented.

“Don’t worry, it is bigger on the inside.”

---

Mrs Weasley stood in her daughter’s bedroom, clutching the letter in her hand. She had heard some noise and when she went to check on Ginny, she found the room empty but then she noticed Ginny outside in the moonlight. For a moment she thought Ginny was going to see Gabriel again.

She glanced down and saw the envelopes and saw one addressed to Gabriel and one to her and Arthur and her stomach dropped. She grabbed the one for her and ripped it open.

Mum, dad,

I am so sorry to leave like this but I need to get away for a while. I promise I am alright. If I still want to get married, I will see you in a month. If not, I promise I am still okay.

I love you tons, give my regards to my brothers,

Ginny

Mrs Weasley looked up, her heart pounding and looked towards the apparition point. She already had a sneaking suspicion who was involved in this getaway, but when the Portkey lit up both their faces, she got confirmation, Ginny was with Harry. In some way that comforted her. If she had to go, with Harry she’d be okay, Mrs Weasley hoped.

With the letter still in hand, she mindlessly walked back to bed. She put the letter down on her nightstand and got back under the covers.

“Everything okay, Mollywobbles?” Mr Weasley asked softly.

She hesitated but then she handed him the letter. He sat up and took out his glasses, reading by the light of his wand.

“We should stop her!” Mr Weasley said.

She shook her head. “I saw them leave. She has gone.”

“Them?” He paused. “She’s with Harry, isn’t she?” He didn’t sound particularly surprised.

“Yes.” She sighed. “She can take care of herself,” she reassured herself more than her husband.

“The wedding is off then.”

“She didn’t say so but… she was even reluctant about the honeymoon with Gabriel and … Harry was here for less than 12 hours and she took off to Dumbledore knows where. We both know what’s going to happen,” Mrs Weasley said.

He nodded. “The heart wants what it wants.”

“She better not disappear for two years, I will have her head, and Harry’s too.”

Mr Weasley kissed her temple. “She’ll be back.”

---

Harry woke her up far too early, his side of the bed already vacated.

She grumbled. “I did not sleep long enough.” She sat up and stretched out.

“The sunrise is supposed to be wonderful. And that’s the beauty now, we are free, can get back into bed after the sun has risen, we can nap the afternoon away, we make the rules.”

Ginny wasn’t sure if he was still trying to sell her on the idea. She did not comment on it. Harry stepped into his shoes and shrugged his coat on and went outside already. Ginny joined him five minutes later, still half in pyjamas. She paused at the door and looked at him. The gnawing feeling had gone and she wondered why she couldn’t feel about Gabriel that way, she had really tried but she knew before she held onto that Portkey that it was no use. She sat down beside him on the short deck in front of the hut, the sun just coming to peak over the horizon. Harry handed her a mug of tea wordlessly. It felt nice not to have to fill every silence. She could never stand silence with Gabriel, they were never quite comfortable. With Harry, she had never needed many words to understand him and the silences were always pleasant.

The sun crawled a little higher and the whole world seemed to bathe in an orange glow, and they were on top of it, even higher than the clouds. She could make out the green fields below between the clouds and where the island ended into the sea. It was breathtaking.

Harry looked at her and he laughed. “Oh, you look like you’re on fire.”

She looked amused at him, her brows furrowing.

His hands lifted her hair. “Look at that,” he said, showing how the sun illuminated every single strand of hair as it fell through his fingers. She looked up at him, she had forgotten how much he loved her hair. She felt tears well up in her eyes and she chuckled at herself, that something so silly in a moment like this could bring her to tears.

Harry observed her silently. She ducked her head to get away from his prying eyes. He carefully wrapped an arm around her in comfort and she leaned her head against him.

“You’ll be okay,” he offered, looking back at the sunrise.

Ginny wondered if he understood what she was sad about, but she didn’t know exactly either what made her so sad. There was a hole in her chest and it needed mending, and it was mending.

When the sun had risen, Ginny stood up. “Back to bed.”

She peeled her layers off and plopped back on the bed, already feeling sleepy again.

“We could do the summit in the afternoon,” Harry mumbled beside her with his eyes closed.

“Apparate?” she asked.

“I always find walking rather refreshing,” he replied.

“Okay,” she agreed.

Several hours later they reached the peak of the mountain after a good two hours of walking and climbing.

“Ooh, I feel a little lightheaded,” she commented as she halted.

Immediately Harry’s hand came around her arm to make sure she was steady. She took a few breaths and nodded, confirming she was okay. Harry let go and looked around now.

“You know, the person who recommended this to me, he told me to be wary of the Wrackspurts up here.”

Ginny turned to him. “You’re kidding?”

Harry smiled. “100 per cent, I am not.”

Ginny sat down on the bench and Harry joined her. He offered her the water bottle and she took a sip from it.

“How is your first travel day going?” he asked her.

“Really good,” she confirmed.

Harry looked glad, so glad she was happy to be there. She moved, it happened so naturally and she was kissing him. Harry kissed her back without missing a beat. It had been years but it took them no time at all to find their rhythm again. Harry’s lips were warm and steady against hers in the fresh mountain air.

She leaned away, Harry’s cheeks flushed.

“Now I am lightheaded,” he commented.

“Those are the wrackspurts, Harry.” She patted his knee and pushed off the bench.

A few minutes later they started their way back down. Ginny ran past Harry when she suddenly lost her footing and dropped down and out of sight. Fear ran through her veins but then she hit the ground. She must have fallen less than two metres down but she couldn’t see the path anymore.

“Gin?!” Harry let out in pure panic.

“Ow!” she let out, to let him know she was okay. She pushed off the ground, ignoring the stinging pain in her left hand. She pulled herself back up to the path to find Harry crouched on the ground, covering his eyes.

She peeled his hands off his face and smiled. “Still alive.”

“Don’t ever do that again! I thought you died!” he let out, standing back up.

“I’m alright, Harry.”

“Less than 24 hours and you already fell off a mountain, unbelievable!”

He wasn’t truly upset but she knew it must have scared him.

“I will try not to do that again,” she said as they resumed their way down.

“You bet. Our next destination will be flatter, I can guarantee that.” He shook his head.

When they got back, she showered. Harry’s eyes fell on the scrape on her hand when she came out of the tiny bathroom. He immediately pulled her to the table. He took out his wand and started mending her hand until it was completely gone.

“You should have said so,” he told her softly.

She shrugged, then noticed how close they were sitting. She leaned in and kissed him again. His hand carefully rested against her cheek. She was becoming aware Harry was not initiating anything but willingly followed. He was letting her decide.

He leaned away first this time. “Do you have any other injuries?”

“No.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure?”

She stood up and turned around to show she was fine. “Or do you need to see under here too?” She half-heartedly raised her shirt.

Harry frowned as he looked at her. “What about sex?” he asked. “With Gabriel, I mean.”

For a moment she thought he had suggested having sex. “Oh. Well…”

“Not waiting for marriage, was he?” Harry poked.

“No, he, huh, he had strict rules about it, worried it would influence his performance,” Ginny explained as she sat back down.

“Performance?” Harry almost laughed.

“Of Quidditch, you prick!”

“He plays?” Harry asked. “Wait, is this Chudley Cannons’ Gabriel?”

“Yes!” Ginny said.

“He’s got that boyish charm, doesn’t he?”

Ginny nearly grumbled. “He does. Ron liked him but then when I started dating him, Ron suddenly didn’t find him good enough.”

“So typical of Ron, I hope Gabriel didn’t take that personally,” Harry said.

“Only a little. He is used to being liked by everyone.”

“Why don’t you play?” Harry asked her.

Ginny bit her lip. “I was going to try out this year but if you are the girlfriend of… suddenly no one takes you seriously. Didn’t even get to try out.”

“Damn, Gin, that sucks.” He sounded sorry about it.

“Well, it is what it is,” she let out.

Harry nodded, deciding to drop it. “So your sex life was…”

“Mediocre at best. Even off-season and all those rules…” She smiled in amusement, at how ridiculous it sounded now. “Once I came onto him two days before a game and he flipped out at me, it was the biggest fight we had.”

“Strange guy,” Harry commented. He had every opportunity to slander the guy, but he didn’t.

She looked at him. “Would you have sex with me?” She tried to sound casual.

“Today?”

“Yes,” she said without a doubt. “Just because, like old times.”

He locked eyes with her. “Sure.”

“That was a quick reply,” she said, her cheeks burning.

“Well yeah, it’s like ‘Do you want chocolate cake?’ ‘Yes’,” he said without any reservation

She looked up at him. “I am chocolate cake?” she asked.

His hand came to the rest against her face, his thumb on her chin. “No, you are treacle tart.”

He stood up and pulled her up too. His hands came to her waist, taking the lead, perhaps understanding she needed that. His hands bunched up the fabric of her shirt and pulled her to him. He kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. His hands went under her shirt, sliding up her back.

“You can check if I have any more injuries,” Ginny said against his lips.

“I will,” he said, leaning down to kiss her neck but he found the height difference much too big. Harry wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up. “Better,” he commented, resuming to kiss her neck and exposed collarbone.

Harry placed her on the bed, shedding his own clothes before he joined her. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she said.

“I just assumed you’d have a little more reservations, all things considered.”

“Harry, I think we both know my upcoming wedding is a lost cause,” Ginny admitted out loud for the first time.

“Then what is this about?” he asked.

“You, me, and making up our own rules,” she said, her hand roaming his chest.

“I like your rules,” he commented and then he kissed her again as he pulled her closer.

And sex with Harry was deliciously uncomplicated. They barely spoke, and let their bodies lead and that worked out perfectly. Harry’s body still felt so familiar to her after more than two years in a way that Gabriel’s never did.

She didn’t expect the tears after. She sat up. “I’m sorry. This isn’t about- this isn’t about you, I don’t know why-”

Harry sat up too and pulled her into his lap. He held her and remained silent.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Gin, it’s okay.” He rubbed her back. “It’s normal. When I left I cried a ton at first. Your body lets go of a lot of pain when you are free to feel them.”

“You cried into some poor woman’s lap?” she asked through her tears.

“That would have made me feel better,” he agreed.

“All by yourself?” she asked.

“I had things to sort through and I never stayed somewhere long enough. Most places were pretty remote. And women just seem to travel less on their own for some odd reason.”

“Oh, I wonder why,” Ginny said sarcastically. She rested her forehead against his chest and sighed, letting the tears trickle down her face. “You know, Gabriel, apart from the schedule, certain positions were off-limits.” She snorted at it too.

“What is that good for?” Harry replied.

She shook her head and looked up. “Maybe he was afraid to pull a muscle. I really don’t know.”

Harry reached out and wiped her tears. “Better?”

She nodded. “Yes. Did you find any more injuries?”

“Ah, yes. I believe your right ankle is a little sore.” He pulled on her right ankle.

She wiggled it. “I suppose a little. I didn’t notice it before.”

“Give me my wand, I’ll heal it too.”

She got off his lap and reached out for his wand. When she turned back around, she caught Harry looking. “Oh, I know, I should lose some weight around the hips. Courtesy of no quidditch.”

Harry grabbed his wand and his brows knitted together. “This perfect curve?” His hand ran down over her hip. “Doesn’t need to go anywhere.” He met her eyes and then realization hit. “You know, I am starting to like him less and less.”

“He really is a good guy, he just has quirks.”

“Look, sex schedule is weird but … acceptable. Not unheard of for athletes. Telling you to lose weight, is unforgivable.” He shook his head. “Your ankle, miss Weasley.”

She offered her leg and he took it.

“Would you have taken his name?” he asked as he put his wand against her ankle.

“No, his name is far too known, I didn’t want that.”

“You’re right, Weasley isn’t known at all these days,” he responded with a smile.

“Oh, well. You know that’s different. Nothing quite knocks it out of the park like Potter, though,” she said.

“Haha, yes, that’s true. Though I have to say internationally, it is a name they’ve only vaguely heard most of the time. Of course, if I come across Brits…” His thumb ran across the joint. “How’s that?”

“All fixed.” She looked outside. “Should we catch the sunset too?”

“We certainly can. I’ll heat up pasta and we can eat outside.”

“So that’s it? You just choose what you want to do, when it pleases you?” Ginny wondered.

“Pretty much. If there are things I want to see, I do that but the day doesn’t matter. If I want to sleep in, I do so. No appointments, no nothing… Most of my arrangements are last minute and most solo wizard travellers do it like that. There’s an index you can check on popular listings: what is free, what is recommended. You let them know when you leave so someone else can use it. That’s it.” He shrugged.

“Incredible.”

“Okay, pasta.” Harry got up and stepped back into his clothes.

She stood up and slowly got dressed. She hated her hips just a little less when she pulled her trousers over them. Less than 24 hours ago she was home, having dinner with her parents. She knew they must know she had left by now. She hoped they weren’t too angry about it. She’d be back, eventually.

They walked outside and around the back of the hut and sat down, each with their bowl of pasta as the sun sunk behind the horizon again.

“Lumos,” Ginny said, putting the wand between them to illuminate their immediate surroundings when it became too dark.

“Well, your first 24 hours are up. You’re still alive. It was a close call but… “ He grinned.

“It wasn’t that dramatic,” she replied, setting her bowl aside.

“No, just disappeared off a cliff. Imagine if I had to go back to your parents and explain that.”

“In that case, I think you’d be better never setting foot in England again,” she told him with a smile.

Harry nodded. “Yes, I think you’re right.”

“If,” she paused. “If Hermione is pregnant, we need to go home.”

“What do you mean?” Harry asked, looking unusually confused.

“Well, she hasn’t said, but I believe they’re trying for a kid,” Ginny told him.

“Trying for a kid?”

Ginny blinked. “Merlin, Harry, do I need to spell that out for you too?”

“No.” He looked thoughtful. “I didn’t expect that. They didn’t say.”

“Hermione didn’t tell me either but I just… caught a vibe. They’ve been together for a while now, I guess it makes sense.”

“I guess it does… You’d think they’d get married first.”

“But marriage is such an old-aged institution that is only meant to keep women at home, Harry,” Ginny said.

“Hermione said that, didn’t she?”

Ginny bit her lip, trying not to smile. “In front of my mum, who nearly cried. She’ll shut up if she gets grandbabies instead I suppose.”

“And now she must suffer another cancelled wedding,” Harry said.

“We have been talking about that the last few days, I think she already knew it was no good, without you showing up. I think she was just waiting for me to realise that on my own,” Ginny said and she felt more tears well up but she pushed them back. She left a mess behind at home. Poor Gabriel got all but two sentences from her. “But George will marry soon I think.”

“To who?” Harry asked.

“Oh dear, I have to give you some updates I guess. Angelina.”

“Huh.”

“If I think of anything more you should know, I’ll let you know.” She rested a hand on his knee.

“I guess I do miss out on some things.”

Ginny laughed. “Well, you almost missed my wedding, how tragic.”

“Would you have invited me?” he asked curiously.

“If I could get a hold of you perhaps. I hadn’t considered invitees yet,” she said. “We should get inside.”

Harry nodded and stood up. She picked up both their bowls and walked back to the front of the hut. She tossed the bowls in the sink and charmed them to wash themselves. She took her coat off.

“Is that my hoodie?” Harry said.

She turned around. “Oh, is it?” She glanced down at it as if it was the first time she had noticed. “If you want it back, you’ll have to take it off me.”

Harry stepped to her. He was about to pull it off but then he pulled on the collar and glanced inside. “Naked under there, aren’t you?”

She kept her face straight. “We’re all naked under our clothes, Harry.”

“Ah, are those the rules of your game then?” he asked.

“You catch on quick,” Ginny said.

And Harry didn’t object, he couldn’t be further away from abiding by a schedule. He pulled the hoodie off her, took her into his arms and kissed her passionately.

“I’ll let you choose the position,” he breathed.

She chuckled. “Good.”

This time she did not cry.

She rested her head on his chest.

“I’m really glad you came with me.”

Ginny took his hand and entwined their fingers. “You’re going to make me watch the sunrise again tomorrow, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

They watched every sunrise and sunset for a week. They travelled around the island. Every sunrise he’d make jokes about her hair in the sun and in response she’d kiss him. As they were leaving they first apparated to the wildflower field at the base of the mountain.

She walked through it, her fingers dancing around the flowers.

“Time to go, Gin,” Harry said, glancing at his watch.

She ran back to him and took the Portkey while also picking up her bag.

“This will be a longer one, don’t let go too soon.”

She nodded and waited for the Portkey to start glowing.

She let go almost immediately when she landed and bent over, almost hurling.

“Sorry, longer ones are harder, you get used to them too.”

She took a few deep breaths. “That was deeply unpleasant.”

Harry offered her water and she took a few sips.

“Okay, that’s better.” She looked around. “Where are we?”

“Chile,” Harry supplied. “There is a magical colony of penguins nearby.”

“Ooh, penguins!” she let out excitedly, immediately forgetting her previous nausea. “I love those.”

“Yes, I knew you would.”

The month flew by in the blink of an eye. They were currently in India in the middle of the rainforest and the birthplace of the phoenix. She’d see one almost every day.

Harry sat down beside her as they looked over the clearing.

“That’s it, your month is up today.”

Ginny looked at him. “It is.”

“So, what’s the verdict?” Harry asked her.

“Harry, you can’t be serious.” How could he doubt what she wanted?

He shook his head. “I promised you, one month on your terms, no strings attached.”

“You’d think I’d have this wonderful month with you and then go back to Gabriel?” she asked.

“I’m not saying it wouldn’t break my heart. I’d let you though.”

She sighed. “I don’t want Gabriel. I want you.”

“Do you want to go home?” he asked.

She leaned into him. “Not yet.”

He reached beside him and showed her a Daily Prophet.

“Happened to have one at the store I visited for potions. I wasn’t going to buy it but then I saw your name.”

He handed her the paper and she took it carefully. He pointed at the article.

“ Gabriel Dunlow to take a short time off from the Cannons. One can only assume this is in relation to the sudden unexplained disappearance of his fiancée, Ginny Weasley. ” She paused there. “He must have realised I am not coming back.” She read on. “While her absence raises concern, there is no evidence of her being reported missing by her family. This just two years after the mysterious disappearance of the Chosen One, who has not been seen since. Though there is no news of either of them, they are assumed to be alive. Neither Mr Dunlow nor the Weasley family was available for commentary. ” She folded up the newspaper.

“You okay?” he asked carefully. His arms came around her waist and he kissed her neck.

“It’s fine, I knew that was going to happen.” She let Harry trail kisses down her skin for a while. “When I go home, are you going to take off again?”

He halted for a moment. “No, I’ll go home with you if you’ll have me.”

“I have no place to live, but other than that,” she replied.

“We can figure that out when we go home.”

“Are you done travelling then?” she asked, turning to look at him.

“Almost.” He smiled. “At first I needed some time, to deal with my own shit. Then the last year I have been looking for something… to fill in the hole in here,” he said, pointing at his chest.

“Did you fill it?” she asked softly.

“It is filling, slowly but surely. It will continue to do so if you’re here.”

Ginny smiled fondly at him.

“I am happy to travel for as long as it pleases you, then we can go home.” He kissed her lips.

“I am having the time of my life with you, I still want to travel for a while. My heart hasn’t been this light in… a very long time.” She was about to kiss him but noticed his eyes were on a spot behind her.

“Was that there before?” Harry asked, pointing towards the centre of the clearing.

Ginny turned around, it looked like a red rock. It definitely had not been there earlier. They both stood up and walked to it.

“Is that a phoenix egg?” Harry asked.

“Should we take it?” Ginny wondered. To leave it there seemed entirely irresponsible.

A phoenix whistled overhead and it swooped down when they looked up. It landed carefully beside the egg, then pushed it towards them gently.

“Oh, okay, momma phoenix, no worries,” Ginny said, bending down and picking up the egg, looking carefully for the phoenix’s reaction. As soon as the egg was safely in her two hands, the phoenix took off again.

They both quickly walked back to their cottage. Harry made a little nest from clothes and Ginny placed the egg in it.

“This is an interesting development,” Ginny commented, observing the egg as if a phoenix was about to sprout from it.

“I guess it makes sense. Phoenix must have sensed the fire you have,” Harry commented.

“Or maybe it knows you are as likely to die from dying as a phoenix does.”

Harry frowned. “That’s one way to put it.”

They took two chairs and kept sitting by it, not sure what else to do with their egg.

Ginny looked at Harry. “What was your intention when you asked me to come, did you have hope for us?”

“I knew leaving was selfish, I didn’t expect you to wait for me. I just… saw how lost you were when I arrived. I knew I loved you too much to ignore it, I wanted you to feel better and I know what worked for me.” He smiled. “I didn’t have hope necessarily, but then you… “

“Pulled you into bed?”

“I was going to say kissed me but that too. I think you were ready to move on from Gabriel, you just needed a little push, and that push was me.”

“Or,” Ginny started, she stood up and sat down on his lap. “You just showed up at the right time and I was ready to fall in love with you all over again.” She kissed along his jaw.

“The egg,” Harry objected half-heartedly.

“It’s right over there, it will be fine,” she argued, unbuttoning his shorts.

The egg would not hatch for several more days.

---

“Are you ready?” Harry asked on Christmas Eve as they stood in front of the Burrow.

She nodded. “Yes.”

They walked through the door.

“Hi, mum,” Ginny said as she walked into the kitchen.

Mrs Weasley immediately dropped everything she was holding and rushed over to her, hugging her tightly. She grabbed Ginny’s face between her hands. “Are you home?”

“Just for the holidays,” Ginny told her.

Mrs Weasley looked a little disappointed. “I am so glad you’re here.”

“Me too.”

“Did you go by Gabriel?” Mrs Weasley asked.

She shook her head. “We only just arrived. I’ll go see him before we leave, tie up the loose ends.”

Mrs Weasley patted her cheek. “You look wonderful.” She turned to Harry. “Ah, our lost son, home too.”

“It’s Christmas,” Harry argued, though he had not appeared last Christmas or the one before that.

“Go on, they’ll be happy to see you.”

Ginny walked into the living room and beamed as she looked over her whole family.

“Okay, you have ten minutes to update me on any major life events,” she spoke, crossing her arms.

Every single one of them whipped their heads around. Then she hugged every brother and then Hermione and Angelina too, Fleur got a hug too, just this once. She took a long time hugging her dad.

“Well, Angelina and I are engaged,” George said happily when they all settled down again.

“Oh, congratulations!” Ginny said. “Though I can’t say I’m surprised.”

“I think you’re the only other one with a major life event, Ginny,” Ron said with a look towards Harry.

“You mean the whole disappearing act?” she said.

“Yes!”

“Well, that’s all there is to it. We’ve been travelling, it’s been really good,” she offered.

“Harry, is your jacket making noise?” Charlie asked.

“Oh!” Harry said. He took out the phoenix, who was definitely too big to fit in a normal jacket pocket and placed him on the table. “This is Mambo.”

“Godric, is that a phoenix?” Charlie let out excitedly.

“Who names a phoenix Mambo?” Angelina wondered.

“Ginny, of course,” Ron said.

She grinned at him, he never really forgave her for calling his owl Pigwidgeon.

“Where the hell did you find one?” Bill asked.

“It was gifted to us by another phoenix, we assume his mother. We hatched the egg and well, here we are.” She petted Mambo under his chin. “You are a good boy, aren’t you? Let’s see if Mum has some veggies for you to nibble on.”

She stood up and Mambo landed on her shoulder.

“What in the oversized-chicken-hell did you bring into the kitchen now?” Mrs Weasley let out.

“Hey! This is your very first grandchicken, Mambo, be nice to him.”

They returned to the living room a few minutes later. Mambo flew to Harry’s shoulder and settled down there.

As they stood up to go to the dining table, Harry stopped her. “So, uh, when are we telling them we accidentally got married before the Sun Gods.”

Ginny shrugged. “Perhaps after dessert.”

---

Ginny knocked on the door of Gabriel’s apartment. It took a minute but then the door opened. He looked at her in surprise.

“Hi,” she carefully tried.

Gabriel opened the door further to let her in but he did not speak. She walked to the couch and sat on the edge.

“I know I owe you an apology for leaving like I did, so that’s why I am here,” she said.

“And you expect me to forgive you?” he jabbed.

She shook her head. “No. Still, you deserved one.”

Gabriel laughed humorlessly.

“I had a lot of emotional turmoil. I should have realised far earlier we weren’t going to work,” she admitted.

“We could have, had you stayed,” Gabriel told her.

“No, Gabe-”

“Don’t call me Gabe,” he interjected.

“This never would have worked. I was chasing the idea of a man like you and in turn, I dismissed your flaws at the expense of myself.” She looked at him as the anger flared up in his eyes.

“My flaws?! So this is my fault?” Gabriel said, standing up and pacing, too agitated to sit down.

“We weren’t a match. I made sacrifices I never wanted to make because I thought that was what I was supposed to do. That isn’t me though, I don’t want to make sacrifices for someone else and stop feeling like myself. I’ve learned to set my own rules, my own boundaries.” Hindsight had shown her exactly where it went amiss.

“You never made sacrifices for me,” he said bitterly.

Ginny shot up. “How dare you! I gave up everything for you! Every relationship choice was an ultimatum for you. Move in with me, or. Marry me, or. Every day of our lives was planned around your life, not mine. Never me. I gave up quidditch to be with you!”

“As if you’d ever make professional,” he scoffed.

It was a slap to the face. “You never even saw me play.”

Gabriel’s jaw clenched. “So you are going to pretend this isn’t about him ?”

“It isn’t.”

“So you haven’t been off for months with the Harry Potter?” Gabriel said.

“Gabriel.”

“Or is that just a groundless rumour that you were off together?” He challenged her with his eyes.

“Yes, I’ve been off with Harry,” she admitted, there was no point in lying.

“Right. You accuse me of all these things but when Harry shows up and begs you to take him back, you run at him!”

She had come to apologise, but he was pushing her. “He didn’t beg, he didn’t have to. He offered me some time away from everything, to take a breather and I took it. I had to spend less than ten minutes with him to realise that you and I were wrong in every way.”

Gabriel grimaced. “I wouldn’t expect to live up to the great Harry Potter.” He stepped closer to her. “He left you, he broke your heart. Him you can forgive of course. Well, I am sorry I didn’t kill some dark wizard.��

Ginny grabbed onto his collar. “You don’t know what he has been through, he deserved to take all the time he needed. He never asked me to wait.” She was determined to make it sting now. “I didn’t need to forgive him, he never made me any promises. I was all too glad to let him touch me in ways you can’t even imagine as soon as we were alone and I can assure you he has never objected once, whatever hour of the day... You, however, don’t have the right to talk about Voldemort.” She forcefully let go of his collar.

“Don’t call him that,” Gabriel said.

“Are you a child?! Voldemort. That’s his name.” She shook her head. “You really don’t understand… you don’t know what I went through, what he went through. You were too busy throwing quaffles through hoops in France because god forbid a wizarding war got in the way of your quidditch career!” She walked towards the door and turned back around. “You don’t know the darkness I’ve seen.”

“You were a child when he came back to power, how could you-” He must have seen her reaction, how the colour drained from her face.

“You don’t know me at all, do you?” She reached for the door handle. “You should open a history book, you may be surprised to find my name right along with my boyfriend's.”

And she left without looking back, she summoned Mambo and he took her home.

She briskly walked into the living room and then halted and closed her eyes. Harry came down the stairs and unwrapped her scarf from her neck and pulled her coat off her shoulder and then scooped her into his arms. He sat down on the couch with her.

“He is such a dickhead.”

“You don’t have to see him again,” Harry said, kissing her temple. “It’s done.”

She nodded and got comfortable on his lap. “He said things today… unforgivable. Some were about you.”

“I guess that was to be expected,” Harry replied.

“Oh dear,” Mrs Weasley said when she saw the sight. “Do you want some hot chocolate, darling?”

“Yes, please,” Ginny replied.

She walked into the kitchen behind her mom.

“Do you know where you are going next?” Mrs Weasley asked as she put milk on the stove.

“We were thinking Australia, but we’ll see,” Harry said.

“So you never stay somewhere long?” she asked.

“Usually about a week, just to see a few things. If we like it we stay longer. We stayed three weeks waiting for Mambo to hatch and grow.”

Mrs Weasley nodded.

“I am sorry I didn’t come back after a month… it was too soon.”

Now she smiled. “Ginny, I never expected you to come home after a month. Not for Gabriel anyway, I already knew that. Not when you were with Harry. It was inevitable.”

“You think so?” Ginny asked as Mrs Weasley placed a mug in front of her.

“Even when you two were not together, before Harry left, you always were kind of together. You’re drawn to each other naturally, always have been.”

Ginny looked at her mum in surprise.

“Yes, I knew perfectly well what was going on after the Battle while you helped the Ministry clean up the remaining Death Eaters.”

Ginny glanced at Harry with a smile. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Not my business. It was a complicated time.”

Ginny nodded. “It was.”

---

“It’s been a year,” Harry said to Ginny around mid-May, who sat atop his stomach.

“What a year it’s been,” she said. “I guess that makes it our anniversary.”

“I guess it does.” His hands curled around her hips. “How do you want to celebrate?”

She glanced down at him. “I mean…” She cocked her head.

“Anything else?” he asked.

“Nope.” She bent down and started kissing her way down. She started on his jaw, then his neck, collarbone and chest. She loved Harry’s little hums of appreciation. “Any way you want to celebrate?”

“Treacle tart.”

Ginny looked up. “Okay.”

Harry grinned at her. “You’re treacle tart, darling. I was playing, do continue.”

Ginny softly bit into the skin of his stomach and then sucked on the spot, determined to leave a hickey.

“Marking me as yours again, are we?” he commented, his hand running through her hair.

“You’re mine.” Ginny kissed his inner thigh and his breath hitched.

“You know what we should do in the coming year?” Harry said suddenly.

“Tell me.”

---

Ginny pulled her shirt on as she talked. “So we have about five more stops to do and then we go home .”

“I think it’s time,” Harry said as he watched her get dressed.

“For what?” she asked, pausing to look at him.

“Pregnancy test, sweetheart,” Harry said with a smile while raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, you think so?” she asked.

He nodded. “Your boobs are… bigger. I am pretty convinced at this point that you are pregnant.”

She glanced inside her shirt and looked. “What month are we?”

“February.”

Her head shot up. She tried to recall the last time she had her period. She went into her bag to retrieve the muggle test they had picked up. “Well, I don’t think we need the test then, I don’t think I have had my period since before Christmas.” She took out the test. “Be right back.”

She held onto the test and crawled into bed again with Harry, making herself the little spoon. Harry put his arm around her. She held up the test and looked at it intensely.

“It needs a few minutes, glaring at it won’t make it go any faster,” he commented.

“If this turns out positive, it will be just like we planned, we can get settled into our own place and then get ready for the baby,” she said excitedly.

“It will be positive, I just know,” Harry murmured, kissing her cheek. “So before Christmas, that’s three months already.”

“That would be my best guess,” Ginny said. “Oh, it’s coming in.”

They fell silent as the lines coloured in. Ginny grinned and turned around in Harry’s arms. “We are having a baby.”

---

The first of May came around, five years after the end of the war. Ginny and Harry landed in the garden of the Burrow with Mambo.

Harry steadied Ginny. “You good?”

“Alright, darling. Let’s go.”

Together they walked into the house with excitement.

“Mum? Dad?” Ginny let out.

She could hear noise in the living room and her dad walked into the kitchen.

“Ginny!”

“Hi, dad. You can’t hug me yet, I’m holding a little surprise,” she said, peeking from behind Harry. She really didn’t want to spoil the surprise.

“Molly, Ginny is here!” Mr Weasley called. He looked at her. “How are you?”

“Splendid,” she told him.

Mrs Weasley could be heard coming down the stairs. Mr Weasley intercepted her before she could go hug Ginny.

“They said they had a surprise,” Mr Weasley explained.

“I didn’t expect you home, especially since tomorrow…” Mrs Weasley trailed off. They all knew what tomorrow was.

“We’re coming home, for good, less travelling,” Harry said.

“Oh!” Mrs Weasley said excitedly. “Is that the surprise?”

Harry grinned. “No.” He stepped out of the way.

Ginny stepped forward, opening her poncho that acted as an extra layer to hide it and showed off her 6-month bump. “Surprise!”

Then the hugs came and the tears.

“So you are really staying?” Mrs Weasley asked as they sat at the table, drinking tea

“Yes, we will still travel some but we will be home the majority of the time. You’ll get sick of seeing me,” Ginny said, feeling a little tearful.

“Never, that will never happen,” her dad said.

“Actually we were wondering if we could stay here for a few weeks until we find a place for ourselves.”

“Of course, you can stay as long as you like,” Mrs Weasley said. “So do you have plans of getting married as well?”

She looked at Harry and back at her parents. “How do I put this…”

“Ginny.”

“We will get officially married at some point… we have more or less already been married five times. We discovered so many different wedding customs, you would not believe,” she said with a chuckle.

"Married?"

"Well, not legally, but yes. The first time was an accident."

Harry smiled at her. “We could have backed out of that one if we really wanted to, I guess.”

Ginny nodded. “Could have.”

“Are you going to the memorial with us tomorrow?” Mr Weasley asked.

“Yes. I think it’s time,” Harry said.

Ginny took his hand and squeezed it.

#hinny #harry potter #ginny weasley #severalsunlitdaylights #fic #harry x ginny

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sadaveniren · 10 months

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I'm the same anon as before and you're so right!!! I don't have a normal 9-5 so my hours are whatever I want so 🤷‍♀️ and just because of that my weeks looks incredible different to the ones of my friends, I will be doing the most random things at the most random times and I Can't imagine what my life would look like if in addition to the time I had access to the same kind of money they have.

I also think some fans don't want to seem crazy and want to feel superior so they shut down headcanons like this one just for the sake of it

Sooooo many fans try to kill fun headcanons just because they don’t want to “give antis ammo” or whatever. It’s like they forget two key things: 1. Fandom is fun 2. Antis are gonna fucking hate us anyway

Like we aren’t going to convince a hateful anti to leave us alone. We sure aren’t going to convince them Harry and Louis are together. We might barely be able to convince them either of them are allies much less part of the LGBT community. So why put any effort into policing ourselves in that manner? Just let us have fun!

I’ve been in this fandom since 2014 and I still have fun every single day. I also have made sure to cultivate an overall positive fandom experience. I have a large group of friends who are all as positive as me and we just share fun headcanons and try to puzzle stuff out in the most low key and low risk to our mental health way possible. I block hate anon pretty liberally. I don’t go looking for anyone who is doing anything I don’t care to engage with. If I see people getting sucked into discourse or spiraling into unhealthy behaviors when it comes to doomsdaying away I go in the OPPOSITE direction of it.

I watched “rad Louies” become a thing because fans were convinced Louis was being sabotaged in 2017 and rolled my eyes and continued on in my lane, writing fic and figuring that everything would be okay and now 5 years out I can pretty confidently say I believe there’s a lot of evidence Louis cut the promo himself on Back to You and his Epic contract because he didn’t like the musical direction he was going in.

I watched fandom tie themselves into knots over and over again with Harry’s stunts and have just shrugged and carried on because it’s not my life and not my job to worry about what Harry is choosing to do with his life.

I learned in May 2015 when fandom tried to “change the narrative about party boy Louis” that we as fans don’t actually have control at all. 1DHQ worked really hard to give us that illusion that we were all powerful and we had control on the marketing decisions etc but guess what? No one TALKED about Briana openly when Louis got papped with her in May. No one shared pap pics on tumblr. And yet we STILL GOT BG. We bitched and moaned and debunked left right and center and yet they CONTINUED ON.

As a fan my only job is to have fun. I have fun by trying to work out timelines and make up cute headcanons. My headcanons aren’t hurting anyone and despite what antis think I really don’t care if I’m right or wrong lol hell I’ll be the first to admit that I get shit wrong a lot. *gestures towards my guess that Louis was doing something May 25th when it turned out to be an error on his poster (which is a whole other issue but whatever) and that Steve Aoki might make an appearance at Louis’ Vegas show (which turned out to be that Louis showed up at HIS show)*

I’m having a blast. If my headcanons get debunked oh well I move on. Fandom is supposed to be fun! Be in it because you enjoy it and you HAVE FUN! If you aren’t having fun maybe… find something else to do?

#answered #idk I just think some people want to be taken too seriously #and they’re missing out on the fact that you shouldn’t be doing shit for others #do it for yourself

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sailorstarr-chan4 · 1 month

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from his world of unending night

Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Tom Riddle/Ginny Weasley (kinda) Rated: T Genre: Angst, with a dash of Hurt/Comfort Words: 3,207 Posted: ff.net and AO3 Dedicated to: @risingfire17-the-weeb-trash ❤

Sharing this here because, honestly? I'm genuinely proud of this fic. I tried my best to unpack Ginny's trauma and give her hope in the end. And I wanted to do justice to the fic I promised my bestie almost a year ago lol ^^"

TW: grooming, emotional/psychological abuse & manipulation, etc

~~~~

Even in the magical world, hearing voices isn’t a good sign.

Her brother, Ron, once said those words to Harry Potter. The Boy-Who-Lived had been hearing the Basilisk in the walls of Hogwarts, thanks to his ability to speak Parseltongue.

But Ginny Weasley had been speaking with a disembodied voice long before Harry Potter first heard the whispers of death.

Writing to Tom for all those months felt as natural as breathing. He was the bowl and she the faucet, pouring her thoughts and emotions like water gushing out of pipes. Except his bowl never seemed to overflow. There was no limit, no boundary expressed; Tom welcomed her juvenile worries with open arms. He encouraged her, conditioned her, seduced her.

It only made sense that Ginny very quickly lost herself in his dark embrace.

~~~

I suppose it’s time to write in this old thing. Hello, diary. My name is Ginny Weasley and I turned eleven years old today.

Hello, Ginny Weasley. My name is Tom Riddle. How did you come upon my diary?

Ginny blinks, surprised. For a split second, she considers slamming the book shut and running to her father. But then, the thought evaporates and she grins happily. A talking diary! She grew up with magic and is not unaccustomed to these sorts of things, but this diary feels... special. Like an old friend she is reacquainting herself with. Ginny dips her quill into her inkwell, eager to reply to her new friend.

Last week, I went shopping in Diagon Alley with my parents. I guess they found you in Flourish & Blotts and decided I could use a diary. Is it all right that I write here, even though it’s yours?

What’s mine is yours, Ginny. And what’s yours is mine. I welcome you to my humble abode.

~~~

In the aftermath of the Chamber of Secrets, at the Hospital Wing, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley wept and embraced their daughter. Mr. Weasley did not say another word about her foolish trust in Tom Riddle’s diary, but the words still hung over their heads: “Never trust something that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Ginny sobbed into her mother’s bosom. She wasn’t sure why she kept repeating those words, but it became a mantra. A desperate cry for salvation.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Arthur said softly, stroking his daughter’s hair. “Dumbledore was right: there are plenty of other wizards and witches who have been bewitched by You-Know-Who.”

Molly cleared her throat sharply, throwing her husband a stern look. She snuggled her baby girl closer. “We’re just so glad you’re alright,” she whispered, pressing kisses on Ginny’s forehead.

Ginny cried and cried, unable to express in words her sorrow, how her chest ached with an emptiness now that Tom Riddle’s diary was destroyed.

How, even now, despite everything, she desperately wanted to write to Tom. To spill out her grievances, to shatter like glass on stone.

That bastard that took over her heart and soul was still the first person she wanted in her hour of need.

~~~

No one ever understood me like you do, Tom. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I feel so lonely when I’m not writing to you.

We are very much alike. We are surrounded yet alone. I would still be trapped without a voice if it wasn’t for you, Ginny. I need you to stay loyal to me.

~~~

Ginny Weasley never knew a time when her brothers were not attending Hogwarts. She was a baby when Bill started his first year, and by the time she was six, her three eldest brothers were away at school most of the year.

When Bill turned seventeen, the first “of age” spell he cast turned parchment into butterflies, and they danced around seven-year-old Ginny’s head, who squealed and tried to catch them.

Smiling indulgently, Bill flicked his wand and allowed one parchment butterfly to land on her nose. It tickled and made her cross-eyed trying to gaze upon its lovely form. Ginny wrinkled her nose and shook her head, giggling, and the inky butterfly seemed to kiss the bridge of her nose before taking off.

It left a mark of ink on the tip of her nose.

Pitch-black liquid, dripping off the edge of her freckled nose, until her mother noticed and wiped it clean with her apron.

~~~

The evening of the Sorting leaves Ginny with frayed nerves, like any First Year. But her worries vanish as she pulls out Tom’s diary once she climbs into her bed, an eerie calm settling over her as she describes Hogwarts and the Sorting to her invisible friend.

I hope I can make friends here.

You’ll always have me, Ginny.

Ginny grins and rubs her nose bashfully. The ink smudge leaves a mark on her pillow the next morning.

~~~

Strange that she could remember that day with Bill so well, particularly when she received her wand at Ollivander’s. She had taken hold of the yew wood and vividly recalled the smell of ink and parchment, of Bill’s laughter in the background, of the blackness of the last bit of drying ink dripping gently off the butterfly’s wings.

She waved her wand and sent vibrant yellow leaves falling out of thin air.

She was the only one who noticed that they looked more like pieces of parchment. Parchment with smudges of black ink.

She later wondered how no one could recognize an omen when they saw one.

It was only when she made it home, laden with books and supplies, just like her brothers always did, that Ginny noticed the plain black diary resting in her cauldron.

~~~

Tom, I don’t think I’ll fit in here. My brothers all did amazing things at Hogwarts, even Ron! And he’s best friends with Harry Potter! I feel awkward and gangly and small. It feels like no one even notices me.

That’s impossible, Ginny. You brought my memory to life. That is a remarkable feat that a great many witches and wizards could never accomplish. How can anyone not notice you?

~~~

The fact that her diary wrote back to her did not alarm Ginny as much as she thought it would. She knew it wasn’t like other ordinary “talking objects” (mirrors that compliment or criticize your appearance, notebooks that remind you to keep studying, etc). Tom was more sentient, more real, than those magical tools. Tom was her friend.

Perhaps her lack of fear was the first sign that Tom Riddle had begun to thread tendrils of his essence into her mind.

And by the time she realized, he had already made himself at home.

An ink stain she could not scrub away.

~~~

I think I’m in love, Tom. Harry Potter makes my heart skip a beat and I cannot speak in front of him. It’s exciting, but it’s also frustrating. I want his attention. No, better yet, I want his love! Help me, Tom!

Sweet Ginny, why do you need him when you have me? Now, tell me: who is this Harry Potter?

~~~

Tom’s dismissal of her crush on Harry Potter did not hurt so much as confuse Ginny. On one hand, he did not seem to like that she crushed on The-Boy-Who-Lived. On the other hand, he was intrigued, disturbingly so, with his story.

Tom began encouraging her to “win over” Harry’s heart. He even patiently read her silly Valentine, which Ginny knew was rather silly, but she still felt proud of herself. It was the first time she ever put to words her feelings that weren't in Tom’s diary.

But things began to change after Valentine’s Day…

~~~

If only I could see you, Ginny. If words could be seen, I imagine you’re as beautiful as you sound.

Ginny drops her quill. Her face flushes, and she squirms in her pajamas, suddenly feeling rather hot.

Her lips are dry as she writes back a flustered reply. Tom soothes her, a balm on her nerves, and Ginny wonders how she ever envisioned herself in love with Harry Potter when her body feels as taut as a violin string.

Later, when she splashes cold water on her face in the girls’ abandoned bathroom, she stares deeply into her reflection, her mind racing. Is she in love with Tom? Her own beloved talking diary? What does that say about her? Will Tom accept her feelings? If only he was real—

She does not notice the flash of red in her reflected pupils before the world goes dark.

~~~

The summer after That Terrible Year, Ginny spent her days locked up in her room. With no diary to keep, she was a wound up coil, aching for release, but too terrified to write anything.

Her dreams recounted her conversations with Tom Riddle, back then so exciting and beautiful and romantic.

Now they were tainted, oozing with slime and mucus, a nasty sinking pit in her stomach whenever she awoke with Tom’s smooth words in her mind.

~~~

Ginny, you are so much smarter than other girls your age. I admire you. No…. I think it’s deeper than that — oh, but I cannot say. You’re still so young.

Tom, you can’t tease a girl like that! Tell me! Tell ME!

Oh but, Ginny, don’t you see? Teasing you brings me joy. You do want to keep your friends happy, don’t you?

Of course, I do! But…. Do you love me, Tom?

Ginny pauses in her writing. Her heart is pounding. She is almost tempted to follow up with a “just kidding, haha!” but curiosity grips her mind. She needs to know.

A drop of ink appears on the page. It’s as if Tom is poised with his quill, debating on how to answer.

Another drop. Another. He is holding her in suspense, but Ginny does not mind. Her mouth is dry, her heart in her throat. She all but forgets Harry Potter’s name. There is only Tom Tom Tom Tom…

Tom?

Ginny…. you know the answer.

~~~

It was funny that looking back, Tom never outright said he loved her.

He complimented her. He praised her, cajoled, tempted, teased, and tormented.

But the word “love” was never written on his end. Not even in mockery or quotation. Not even after Ginny confessed her feelings.

~~~

I think I’m in love, Tom. For real, this time. I’m In love with…. you.

Of course you are, Ginny. You should be. Who else can I depend on?

~~~

Eleven years old was no age to play at being in love. Fantasize, giggle, wonder, dream, yes, but never enact.

Ginny Weasley faced the years following the Tom Riddle ordeal with a growing pain in her heart.

It was not remorse.

It was disgust.

Ginny Weasley turned twelve years old when it hit her that exactly one year ago, she wrote her first entry into Tom Riddle’s diary. While her family prepared her birthday dinner, she snuck into the loo, and retched for twenty minutes, her throat closing up, tears streaming down her face.

Nothing came up. Not even after she managed to consume her food and birthday cake.

A cruel irony. Even in death, Tom could not give her release.

~~~

Tom, Tom, you love me, right? You promise you’ll love me no matter what, right?

Why do you ask such a silly question, Ginny?

Because I think I’m the one attacking students! Oh, Tom, what have I done?!

Oh. My precious Ginny. Sweet, silly Ginny. You did nothing wrong.

But Tom, I —

You only need to heed my words. Do not pay attention to those fools at the castle. Here, in my diary, I tell you what’s right. I tell you what’s wrong. You, my dear, did nothing wrong to those Mudblood scum.

No. No. No.

Ginny gasps and drops her quill, clutching her pounding head.

She was a Weasley. Weasleys do not hate Muggles! Her father adores them! Her father taught her brothers and her to respect and appreciate the methods of Muggles living life without magic, and always said that Muggleborns were no different than Purebloods.

But Tom says…. Tom says— He—

Ginny barely makes it to the loo when she vomits. And then her world goes black.

She awakes with blood-covered feathers all over her robes and screams and screams, until Moaning Myrtle joins her wailing, their cries reverberating off the walls in an echo chamber that no one would heed.

~~~

It had been barely three months after the end of her terrible First Year when Ginny Weasley faced an almost worse dilemma on her way back to Hogwarts.

The Dementors.

Those vile creatures made her relive her possessed moments, this time with crystal clear details. What once had been strange, corrupted images in her mind’s eye was now playing out for her in real time.

Walking to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom in a haze, speaking Parseltongue with Tom’s voice, opening up the Chamber of Secrets.

The first bloody message she wrote on Hogwarts walls: “The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the Heir, beware.”

Brutally murdering Hagrid’s roosters.

Destroying Harry’s dorm to find the Diary.

Directing the Basilisk to each victim, her finger pointing to Mrs. Norris, Colin Creevey, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Hermione Granger and Penelope Clearwater….

And Tom whispering, always whispering, in her mind…

When Professor Lupin drove away the Dementor from their train compartment, Ginny awoke from her vision with a start. Despite seeing Harry writhing on the floor, unconscious and in pain, she could only focus on herself, shaken to her core. Did she really do all that? She already knew, of course, but she never realized how…. horrible it all was…

She began to cry and could not stop until they reached Hogsmeade Station. Hermione’s hug could not drive away the demons.

~~~

When Tom emerges from the Diary, Ginny almost forgets her hate. Barely too weak to stand upright, she stares at the young man who is her ruin.

He was just so… handsome. So bloody, bloody gorgeous!

She swallows hard, her breath quickening as he saunters over, smirking at her weakened state. Ginny suddenly hates her appearance, gross and unkempt, her fingers covered in rooster blood from the last message left to Hogwarts.

“Here you are, at last! My dear, little Ginny. Such a good girl. You obeyed me perfectly. I am so proud.” He smiles down at her, perfect white teeth glinting in the green light.

Ginny closes her eyes with a whimper. Even his voice is beautiful! Silky, smooth, deep, and sure. She hates herself for blushing.

“Tom… why? Why did you make me–?”

Suddenly, he’s directly in front of her, his hand a vice-like grip around her throat, his beautiful dark eyes turning blood-red. He isn’t mad, but calculating in his violent amusement. Ginny’s vision blurs, her knees hitting the wet stone beneath her.

“I did nothing, my dear. It was your fault for listening to me. You should have known better, but alas. What else can you expect from a silly, lovesick girl?”

As Ginny falls into darkness, she distantly realizes it was the first time he ever said the word “love.”

~~~

When Ginny Weasley awoke in the Chamber of Secrets, with a bleeding Harry Potter holding the destroyed remnants of Tom Riddle’s Diary, she made a vow to herself. A vow she could not at the time convey in words even if she tried, but a vow nonetheless.

The following school year she began talking more. Just talking. She still could not bring herself to speak in front of Harry (the shame had not quite disappeared), but she laughed more with Fred and George, she rolled her eyes at Ron, she wrinkled her nose at Percy’s pompousness.

And she found herself inching closer to Hermione’s companionship. She wondered if perhaps she had a sister, a bossy knowledgeable sister like Hermione, if she would have revealed the horror of Tom Riddle much sooner.

Even as she grew closer to her family and friends, she still never discussed her year under Tom Riddle’s control. No one pried and she did not reveal.

Until nearly three years later, when Harry Potter believed himself to be under Voldemort’s control.

Ginny snapped that he was forgetting to consult with the one person in their acquaintance who actually had been under Voldemort’s possession. She spoke of darkness, missing chunks of memory, blank spots in unexpected moments.

And suddenly, a lightness fills her.

~~~

While Harry Potter battles with Voldemort’s Basilisk, Ginny Weasley is drowning.

Except she is not in a pool of water, but slimy, ebony ink. It clings to her skin, it dyes her hair, it fills her nose, her mouth, her throat….

But she does not die. Only lingers in this unending blackness.

She weeps black tears and cries for Tom to release her, Tom please forgive her, Tom loves her and needs to save her….

But Tom Riddle only laughs mirthlessly. His handsome face and gorgeous, unfeeling eyes haunting her mind as she sinks deeper into the abyss…

~~~

The night after she confessed about her possession to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, Ginny dreamed of Tom. Only it wasn’t nightmare fuel that terrorized her nights for so long.

Tom Riddle was closer to her own age now. Instead of the handsome, out-of-reach older boy, he seemed more her peer than ever before.

“Ginny, why couldn’t you stay with me? Why did you leave me?” he pleaded, his beautiful dark eyes aching with grief.

And that’s how Ginny knew this was only a dream.

“Things would never have worked out between us, darling,” she whispered to this fake Tom, to the Tom of her childish whimsies. “You are not this way. You never were.”

Tom smirked slightly and he began to resemble the real Tom Riddle, only still a little too soft, a little too fragile. “I suppose you’re right. You really are very smart for your age.”

“I’m not the little girl you once knew,” Ginny murmured.

“Perhaps not. But you’ve grown wiser. Because of me.”

Ginny clenched her fists so hard she could almost feel it in real life. Because of Tom? No, she had grown up in spite of Tom. She could have easily succumbed to the trauma and lost herself. She hid her pain and suffering and endured nightmares, Dementors, humiliation, and the terrible burden of committing heinous acts against her free will.

No, she did not grow wiser or stronger or anything because of Tom. In fact, she barely believed she was any stronger or wiser now.

But she did not have to endure Tom Riddle anymore.

Ginny looked into Dream Tom’s deceiving loving eyes and took a deep breath: “I gave you my mind blindly, but no more. You have no power over me.”

Tom snarled and his eyes flared red and he lunged at Ginny, but this was only a dream, and sure enough, his body vanished into green smoke, and Ginny was free-falling in darkness, except there was a light below her feet and—

“Ginny? Ginny!”

She awoke with a start. Hermione Granger hovered over her, her eyebrows contracted in concern.

“Are you alright?”

Ginny nodded slowly, then looked to her left towards the window. She smiled softly.

“I am. It’s daylight.”

#Starling writings #Harry Potter #Tom x Ginny #Tom Riddle x Ginny Weasley #Tom Riddle #Ginny Weasley #HP fanfic #StarlingChild4

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izacore · 3 months

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Iza! I know that you don’t talk about HL on your blog anymore, so you don’t have to post this if you don’t want to. But I just wanted to let you know that I’m a newer tarot card reader, and am really just trying to learn all I can. I’ve only been reading for myself and still just trying to figure it all out. But tonight I got a little bit brave and asked a couple questions about Harry and Louis just to do something outside myself to see what I got would get.

I only pulled one card for each. I couldn’t believe it when I pulled The Tower for Louis. In the short time I’ve been reading, I’ve never pulled the tower at all. And here it popped out as the card for Louis. It reminded me so much of how you and Userkant (when she was still here) pulled the tower for him regularly. I just had to tell you. Anyway… I guess it’s still looming out there.

Just out of interest. I also pulled the chariot for Harry. Reversed. Again, I’m not very good at reading yet, but that doesn’t sound very good for him either. If you have some ideas, you want to share and want me to come off anon, I can do that. Otherwise, don’t worry about it, and just let this entertain you a bit! Hope you’re doing well!

hi nonnie! seeing a new message notification actually made me smile so i appreciate you reaching out <3

i haven't read hl in a very long time cause i just can't bring myself to it (and they're much smaller part of my life now) but good to see that nothing has changed with them, at least reading-wise. and well, looking at the state of things it's reflected in reality too. crazy how the tower appears when it comes to them, huh? i remember talking about it with my friends some time ago and wondering why we hadn't seen the tower in action and i think we came to conclusion that maybe it have happened but... in private so naturally we couldn't have noticed it. and i wouldn't be surprised looking at him now, lol, i got some opinions but they're still to harsh for the majority of that fandom so i'll keep my mouth shut. as for harry.... well, do i need to add anything? i just find it funny how for every single person drawing cards for them, the tone of the reading is always the same, as in: depressing, and it's been like that ever since my friend started reading them back in 2021.

actually let me tell you, you had the best timing with this message as for the past week i've been reminiscing and nostalgic about the past, the fun i used to have in that fandom and the love and fierceness hl inspired in me. it sucks that it is what it is now. anyway, i hope you'll have the most fun with your readings, feel free to share anything you want, my inbox is always open <3

#ask #anonymous #if anybody wants to drop me a message i may hang out around here tonight

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Un-Harrieanon. Yeah that’s the issue actually, lol. I know all of that. I read some of your masterpost and I already knew a lot of it and just chose not to demonize him for it. Again- the thought process is Louis loves him so I do too. So when it really comes down to it, I know I don’t like him that much as a person, in 2022. I know WHY. (The livestream moment of clarity was an ick) But my brain still thinks Louis loves him. So the real question I’m asking you (I think. Seriously brain scrambled. It’s a process. I am aware that I’m not making ANY sense.) do you think Larry WAS real? I’ve always thought they broke up and got back together. I’m worried that if I stop being a Harry fan, it won’t make sense anymore. The past 11 years of my life have been so heavily focused on them both and it’s like I’m dropping a part of who I am as a person. Do you still look at old Larry content and feel something? Or did you completely change your mind as if it never happened? I know your opinion on “Larries” and it’s just weird to me to know that you were one, yet you still feel that way. I don’t ever want to feel hateful. But if you hate Harry do you still think Louis DID love him? When did it stop????

Ps- my Larrie friends are really grossing me out these days, so there’s that too I guess.

I strongly believe Larry was real. I’m not going to explain why, but suffice it to say that I know enough to convince me.

TL/DR: Larry was real. It explains most of what we see.

I think that the rainbow bears were a Sony marketing tactic, but Louis and Harry both participated in them (all four men did, but most of all Louis and Harry). However, this doesn’t contradict their relationship, which has been inseparably tangled with their professional lives, in all the good and bad ways.

The fact that they were so young when they met, that fans became obsessed with them, that Sony understood the marketing appeal of Larry, that Irving Azoff and Rob Stringer and Simon Cowell all wanted to use Larry for their own purposes (for marketing 1D and Syco, for marketing Harry) all made this relationship a psychological time bomb. Few people can withstand this type of manipulation and cruelty.

The sadness, for me, is that Louis— and to a certain extent Harry— tried to work it out. There’s a million song lyrics that show Louis tried to be optimistic and Harry felt despondent, but at some point, the story behind Walls and Fine Line took place. It’s not only song lyrics but their observable lives that drastically changed… anyone who bothers to look could see it.

#larry stylinson #louis tomlinson #harry styles

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The entirety of the GOF aftermath in OOTP pisses me off so much. A student was killed, and yet there is absolutely jack done to discover what happened. The tournament was supposed to be safe, but it clearly wasn’t. If they didn’t believe Harry’s story about Voldemort returning, then they don’t believe his story of how Cedric died, but it does appear that Harry himself is involved in Cedric’s death since like, they clearly can’t believe the portkey story (since the literal basis of this was that it was an attempt to resurrect Voldemort which the Ministry rejected) so how are they thinking Cedric died and Harry returned with his body? A student is possibly involved in another student’s death, yet the Ministry is totally chill with sending Harry off to Hogwarts because why be worried about the possibility another student dies; I’m not surprised, since Hagrid was suspected of committing a homicide while at school and everyone seemingly went “Yeah, it’s not safe to other students for him to remain in classes, so let’s just put him on the exact same grounds and give him a job,” but what on Earth is going on in the adults’ brains in regard to student safety?! This is nowhere close to the only time they’ve failed the students, COS comes to mind, but like, how is everyone going “Sucks for Cedric and all, but who really cares about how he died?” Is nobody pointing out that Cedric deserved justice or at least an investigation? Am I just really weird for thinking that if one of my classmates was murdered, I’d want their killer caught?

So, I went and actually looked into the Ministry's response to Cedric because I'd forgotten how they tried to explain it and wow, they really tried to pretend it was just a freak accident? That he just died in the tournament? How? Why? That's truly bonkers. They know an escaped convict was on the grounds of Hogwarts all year and he's conveniently not around for further questioning or testimony, so the ministry could have easily pointed the finger at BCJ and called it a day. How was everyone at Hogwarts who didn't believe Harry content to just shrug their shoulders and say, "yeah, guess something in that maze must have killed him. What exactly killed him isn't important. Might have been Harry, but oh well, I guess we'll never know." What?!

The Hagrid situation is wild too. Everyone but Dumbledore is convinced that Hagrid opened the CoS and killed Myrtle. And I don't think anyone imagined that little Hagrid was a cold blooded killer and a bigot, they just thought he was a kid with an unnatural predilection for dangerous beasts, but still. You'd think they'd take precautions. But they were all content with having him look after the Forbidden Forest full of dangerous beasts, including a nest of Acromentulas who supposedly killed Myrtle.

Also once his name was cleared he should have been able to own a wand, right? He was expelled unjustly, had his wand snapped unjustly, and then was thrown into Azkaban unjustly, and when the truth came out the Ministry was just like "lol whoops" with no kind of restitution. Justice for Hagrid.

The wizarding world is so wack.

#ask #anon ask

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because i pretty much became an army earlier this year (and mostly all thanks to you by the way : i don’t know if you remember but i’m the anon who sent you that story a couple months ago i think) my top songs this year are all bts lol 1. butter (sike) 2. DNA (the mv almost made me pass out being tae biased) 3. dynamite (yeah let’s just pretend that didn’t happen) 4. mic drop (ofc) 5. interlude : set me free (yoongi became my new favorite solo male artist this year and this song literally made me sob when i first listened to it as i’m extremely sensitive to music ; i found it so moving i might even get it tattooed someday) and as for my top artists you could’ve easily guessed 1. bts 2. seventeen 3. agust d 4. j-hope 5. madison beer

idk if you’ll find this interesting but i saw your post and thought why not ? i’ll be very interested to see yours if you haven’t already shared it ! and as always, all the love x

Oh my goodness hi! how are you?! I love that everything is just bts lol as it should be! Also, as a fellow tae biased fiend, I understand the dna tae comment- literally what made me bias him initially lol. And don't worry, when dynamite came out it was my top song of the year plus I had listened to it like an insane number of times on release night like there is no judgment here. PLUS! I love her!!!! She's a bop!

Set me free is so stunning, I completely get the love for it :( and yoongi is so deserving of being your new fav solo male artist. I mean, same! I also adore that you might want a tattoo of it someday (I'm actually getting some bts related tattoos Saturday so I obviously fully support your idea). And I love that miss madison beer snuck in there with the kpop legends lol good for her!

I definitely find this interesting, thanks for sharing! I haven't shared mine yet but my top five artists were: 1. BTS 2. Seventeen 3. BANKS 4. FKA Twigs 5. 5SOS (lol their album was so good this year I'm not even ashamed)

And my top five songs were: 1. I'm a B- Hwasa 2. Bittersweet- Mingyu and Wonwoo 3. Stay Alive- Jungkook, prod. by Suga 4. meta angel- FKA Twigs 5. As It Was- Harry Styles

#anon #asks #my songs all make sense to me except as it was bc i didn't realize i listened to it quite that much lol

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Terezi Pyrope, John Egbert, Gamzee Makara, Eridan Ampora, Feferi Peixes, Roxy Lalonde, Calliope

Candy, page 22

TEREZI: H3Y JOHN

TEREZI: T1M3 FOR YOUR R3GUL4R CH3CKUP H3H3H3

JOHN: oh. hey.

TEREZI: “OH H3Y”

TEREZI: PR3TTY T3P1D R3C3PT1ON FROM 4 GUY WHO H4S 1N TH3 P4ST B3GG3D D3SP3R4T3LY FOR 3V3N 4 SCR4P OF MY 4TT3NT1ON

JOHN: i’m glad to hear from you. it’s just... i dunno, a lot’s happened recently.

JOHN: i’m sort of numb from all of it.

TEREZI: SO T3LL M3 4BOUT 1T

JOHN: what are you my therapist now?

TEREZI: NO 1M JUST 4 S1MPL3 G1RL WHO LOV3S TH3 T4ST3 OF YOUR SUFF3R1NG

TEREZI: 1M SO HUNGRY OUT H3R3 4LON3 1N P4R4DOX SP4C3 JOHN

TEREZI: PL34S3 NOUR1SH M3 W1TH YOUR P4TH3T1C M1DL1FE 3NNU1

JOHN: it’s not midlife ennui!

JOHN: i’m not even thirty yet, come on.

JOHN: also... um.

JOHN: i’m married? so... yeah.

TEREZI: LOL

TEREZI: WH4T DO3S TH4T H4V3 TO DO W1TH 4NYTH1NG

JOHN: err...

JOHN: nevermind.

JOHN: so what’s up with you?

TEREZI: OH S4M3 OLD S4M3 OLD

TEREZI: WH4T 4R3 YOU DO1NG R1GHT NOW

JOHN: oh. i’m at harry anderson’s birthday party.

TEREZI: SOUNDS 1MPORT4NT

TEREZI: M4YB3 1 SHOULD L3T YOU GO TH3N

JOHN: no!

JOHN: i mean... it’s fine. i can talk for a bit.

TEREZI: 4ND L34V3 H4RRY 4ND3RSON H4NG1NG?

TEREZI: WOW 3GB3RT

TEREZI: YOUD TH1NK 4N 3LD3RLY M4N L1K3 YOU WOULD KNOW MOR3 4BOUT D3CORUM TH4N M3, 4 ROWDY YOUTH!

JOHN: harry anderson is basically just a baby who doesn’t understand anything.

JOHN: a baby, kind of like YOU.

TEREZI: >:]

TEREZI: SO WHOS H4RRY 4ND3RSON?

JOHN: oh! that’s me and roxy’s son.

TEREZI: OH COOL H3 GOT BORN

JOHN: yeah terezi. he got born like three years ago.

TEREZI: 1TS B33N TH4T LONG?

TEREZI: WOW

JOHN: yeah, wow is right. where the hell have you been?

TEREZI: LOST

JOHN: lost... how?

JOHN: like literally, physically lost?

JOHN: or metaphorically lost.

TEREZI: BOTH 1 GU3SS

JOHN: terezi...

TEREZI: OH NO

TEREZI: DONT YOU D4R3 US3 P1TY1NG 3LL1PS3S 4T M3 JOHN 3GB3RT

JOHN: sorry! it’s kinda hard not to when every time you go i have no idea if i’ll ever talk to you again.

TEREZI: OK YOUR3 OBV1OUSLY NOT 1N 4 PL4C3 TO T4LK R1GHT NOW

TEREZI: 1 D1DNT CONT4CT YOU B3C4US3 1 W4NT3D TO D34L W1TH YOUR W33PY S3P4R4T1ON ANX13TY

TEREZI: HOW 4BOUT 1 M4K3 TH1S 34SY FOR YOU 4ND JUST LOG OFF

JOHN: no, please don’t go!

JOHN: i’m sorry for being all... human and weepy.

JOHN: i’m actually in a pretty ok place for once, i think?

TEREZI: C4LM DOWN 1 W4SNT F1N1SH3D

TEREZI: L1ST3N... 1LL T3XT YOU B4CK 1N F1V3 M1NUT3S

TEREZI: TH4TLL G1V3 YOU SOM3 T1M3 TO 3MOT1ON4LLY PROC3SS THE H4RROW1NG 3XP3R13NC3 OF 4CTU4LLY H34R1NG FROM M3 4G41N >:]

JOHN: promise me it’ll only be five minutes?

TEREZI: WHY?

JOHN: because i worry about you!

JOHN: i just don’t want you to leave me hanging for another year, making me wonder if you’re dead.

JOHN: please??

TEREZI: UGH!

TEREZI: F1N3

TEREZI: 1 H3R3BY SOL3MNLY SW34R UPON TH3 BOOK OF DUMB N33DY LOS3RS TH4T 1 W1LL T3XT YOU 1N *3X4CTLY* F1V3 M1NUT3S

JOHN: whew. THANK you!

TEREZI: OK 1TS F1V3 M1NUT3S L4T3R

TEREZI: DONT T3LL M3 4NOTH3R TWO SW33PS H4V3 P4SS3D

JOHN: nah, just a couple of weeks.

JOHN: oh boy, what a couple of weeks though.

JOHN: you would NOT believe what’s happening right now.

TEREZI: H4V3 1 3V3R NOT B3L13V3D WH4T W4S H4PP3N1NG WH3N YOU S41D 1 WOULDNT?

JOHN: no, but to be fair this one is especially wild.

JOHN: here wait, let me take a picture.

-- JOHN EGBERT sent TEREZI PYROPE the photo “ghostrain.jpg” --

TEREZI: WH4T TH3 4CTU4L FUCK

JOHN: it started a few days ago. the sky above the capital of the troll kingdom just cracked open and ghosts began raining down everywhere.

JOHN: actually, now that i think about it, i guess it started three years ago when a dead teen version of jade fell from the sky and crashed into the ground during a picnic.

TEREZI: HUH

JOHN: that only affected our group though. this whole thing with the troll ghosts has been a *huge* international incident.

JOHN: the political situation surrounding trolls was already tense enough without adding a gigantic population of immigrant ghost trolls to the mix.

TEREZI: W41T, WH4T H4PP3N3D?

JOHN: um, well... because of what we know about alternian history...

JOHN: the government decided it was probably a bad idea to let trolls reproduce freely, especially considering how different our planet is from alternia.

TEREZI: 1 SUPPOS3 TH4T M4K3S S3NS3

TEREZI: W1THOUT ST4T3 S4NCT1ON3D CULL1NG, TH3 TROLL POPUL4T1ON WOULD QU1CKLY DOM1N4T3 TH3 PL4N3T

TEREZI: 4ND 34RTH C DO3SNT STR1K3 ME 4S TH3 SORT OF PL4C3 TH4T WOULD T4K3 K1NDLY TO 4 LOT OF CULL1NG

JOHN: yeah. that was part of the government’s official argument.

JOHN: “it’s either this, or culling.”

JOHN: but it didn’t stop there.

JOHN: also a bunch of laws have been passed that restrict the kind of jobs that trolls can have. like, they’re not allowed to serve in the government or rise past a certain rank in the military. they can’t even be judges!

TEREZI: G4SP

JOHN: i know. it’s pretty bad here.

TEREZI: CONS1D3R1NG TH3 GO4L 1S TO L1M1T TH3 SPR34D 4ND 1NFLU3NC3 OF TROLLS, TH1S 4LL S33MS L1K3...

TEREZI: QU1T3 4N 4LT3RN14N SOLUT1ON

JOHN: well... jane is sort of a key political player now.

JOHN: she’s not “in” the government, exactly. but she has so much money she may as well BE the government.

JOHN: her company can do basically whatever it wants. and it seems more and more like what it wants is to make sure the politicians are saying exactly what it wants them to say.

TEREZI: H4

TEREZI: 1 4LW4YS SUSP3CT3D SH3D B33N SW4Y3D BY TH3 COND3SC3 MOR3 TH4N SH3 3V3R L3T ON

JOHN: yeah. i guess she was.

JOHN: although... i dunno, for some reason it doesn’t feel right to me.

JOHN: i KNEW a grown-up version of jane. she was my nanna.

JOHN: i never met her until she came back as a sprite. but she just seemed like a kindly old grandma who liked to play pranks.

JOHN: not a...

TEREZI: G3NOC1D3 F4N?

JOHN: not even close!

JOHN: i just can’t believe how fast everything deteriorated.

TEREZI: DONT T3LL M3 3V3YON3S JUST T4K1NG TH1S LY1NG DOWN

JOHN: of course not! kanaya and rose are both heavily involved in grassroots activism right now.

JOHN: and karkat...

JOHN: he’s gone completely off the grid!

JOHN: at first we all assumed that the reason he ran away was because he got fed up with his shitty poly relationship.

JOHN: which was probably part of it, honestly. but now i keep seeing his face on all the resistance posters!

JOHN: i think they may have actually put him in charge?

TEREZI: H3H

TEREZI: 1 4LW4YS KN3W H3 H4D 1T 1N H1M

JOHN: yeah!

JOHN: dave’s heartbroken though...

TEREZI: WHY DO3SNT D4V3 JUST GO 4ND JO1N H1M TH3N

JOHN: i don’t know.

JOHN: he worries about jade i guess?

TEREZI: J4D3 WOULD B3 F1N3

TEREZI: SH3S TH3 MOST R3S1L13NT OUT OF 4LL OF YOU

JOHN: sigh. you know how dave is.

TEREZI: Y34H

TEREZI: LOY4L TO 4 F4ULT

JOHN: yeah. he...

JOHN: oh my god.

JOHN: holy shit, hang on. i gotta take another picture.

-- JOHN EGBERT sent TEREZI PYROPE the photo “PBandJ.jpg” --

TEREZI: ...

TEREZI: WH4T TH3 FUCK 1S TH1S?!

JOHN: heheheheh.

TEREZI: DONT TYP3 YOUR L4UGHS 4T M3 4FT3R TR1CK1NG M3 1NTO LOOK1NG 4T TH1S 4BOMIN41TON

JOHN: i thought you might find it interesting. :-)

TEREZI: WHY WOULD 1 *3V3R* W4NT TO S33 G4MZ33 M4K1NG OUT W1TH T4VROS 4G41N???

JOHN: again?

TEREZI: UGH D1SGUST1NG

TEREZI: 1N PUBL1C 4ND 3V3RYTH1NG

JOHN: oh, it’s always in public.

JOHN: this is how gamzee helps people have their “redemption arcs.”

TEREZI: BY M4K1NG OUT W1TH TH3M???

JOHN: well, not always. sometimes he has them make out with each other. usually he just feeds them milk out of that stupid baby bottle he keeps with him all the time.

JOHN: i think it’s supposed to be like, some completely idiotic form of baptism he made up.

TEREZI: >:?

JOHN: anyway, speaking of tavros.

JOHN: what do you think about the morality of kidnapping someone if they’re really unhappy and possibly also being abused?

TEREZI: UH

TEREZI: WH4T

JOHN: ok, so like, if you kidnap someone and the situation you’re kidnapping them into is way better than the one you kidnapped them out of, that’s not morally wrong, right?

TEREZI: JOHN

TEREZI: 4R3 YOU TRY1NG TO G3T M3 4LL 4FLUST3R3D W1TH SUCH H1GHLY ILL3G4L SW33T T4LK

JOHN: um, no.

JOHN: ...

JOHN: ARE you flustered?

TEREZI: 1 M1GHT B3, 1F 1 THOUGHT YOU WOULD 4CTU4LLY BR34K TH3 L4W

JOHN: hey, i could totally do it!

TEREZI: 1LL B3L1EV3 1T WH3N 1 SM3LL 1T

JOHN: ok, i guess i’m gonna do it then!

TEREZI: SUR3

JOHN: i’m totally going to do it! next time we talk, it’ll be me telling you all about my successful and highly illegal kidnapping venture.

TEREZI: WH4T3V3R YOU S4Y

TEREZI: 4NYW4Y, N1C3 HUDDL3 3GB3RT, BUT 1 H4V3 TO GO

JOHN: wait!

TEREZI: WH4T

JOHN: you’re going already?

JOHN: you barely said anything!

JOHN: you just listened to me ramble on about earth c’s problems.

TEREZI: 1SNT TH4T HOW TH3S3 CONV3RS4T1ONS USU4LLY GO

JOHN: um.

JOHN: yeah, i guess it is.

JOHN: but it doesn’t have to be like that, you know.

TEREZI: HMM

JOHN: so.

JOHN: what’s going on with you?

TEREZI: D1D 1T OCCUR TO YOU TH4T M4YB3 TH3 R34SON 1 C4LL YOU 1S B3C4US3 1 W4NT 4 BR13F R3PR13V3 FROM “WH4TS GO1NG ON W1TH M3”?

JOHN: oh.

JOHN: yeah, that makes sense.

JOHN: i just don’t want you to feel that you’re like, my psychiatrist or whatever.

TEREZI: AWW TH4TS CUT3

TEREZI: DONT WORRY 4BOUT M3 JOHN

TEREZI: 1F YOU W3R3 BUGG1NG M3 1D JUST STOP T3XT1NG

JOHN: well...

JOHN: cool. if i’m not bugging you, then... can i ask a favor?

TEREZI: 1TS C3RT41NLY W1TH1N YOUR POW3R TO 4SK M3 4 F4VOR

TEREZI: 1 C4NT PROM1S3 TO FULF1LL 1T

JOHN: ugh, now i feel even dumber for what i’m about to ask.

JOHN: i don’t know if i even wanna do it now.

TEREZI: 4RGH! OUT W1TH 1T 3GB3RT!

JOHN: ummm...

TEREZI: F1N3! 1LL DO 1T, WH4T3V3R 1T 1S

TEREZI: JUST SO YOU C34S3 TH1S M4DD3N1NG N3RDBOY 1NS3CUR1TY

JOHN: ok, ok!

JOHN: uh...

JOHN: can you...

JOHN: take a selfie?

TEREZI: WH4T

JOHN: and... send it to me?

JOHN: oh my god, i probably sound so creepy right now.

TEREZI: 4H4H4H4H4H4H4

JOHN: hey, don’t laugh!

JOHN: look, it’s just that... after all the talking we’ve done over the years...

JOHN: you’re pretty important to me, terezi. and with everything getting so weird, i’ve been getting scared lately.

JOHN: so in case things go to shit over here, or things go to shit wherever you are...

JOHN: i just want to make sure i have something to remember you by.

TEREZI: OH

JOHN: so will you do it?

GAMZEE: NoW We wElCoMe iNtO ThE DoPe aRmS Of mOtHeR ReDeMpTiOn tHiS lOwLy PeNiTeNt WhO’s AlL kInDs Of SoRrY aBoUt HiS pAsT dEeDs.

ERIDAN: oh yeah im vvery redeemed

FEFERI: )(mm are you s)(ore?

ERIDAN: fef you dont believve me

ERIDAN: wwhat do i havve to fuckin do crawwl on the fuckin ground at your feet

ERIDAN: snortin and snufflin at your shoes like a mushroom sniffin porkfiend

ERIDAN: sizin up those covvetous swweaty delicacies stuffed wwithin

ERIDAN: like a couple of premium shrimp loavves garnished wwith ten exquisite pygmy soiree wwieners

ERIDAN: im a wworm fef

ERIDAN: im the lowwest of the wworst

FEFERI: Okaaay. If t)(at’s really )(ow you feel, i guess i can... accept your apology.

GAMZEE: NiIiIiIiCe.

GAMZEE: NoW tHiS iS wHaT i’M tAlKiNg AbOuT. AlL tHiS fOrGiVnEsS aNd ShIt Up In ThE mOtHeRfUcKiNg HoUsE.

GAMZEE: aFtEr AlL, wHaT’s A lItTlE

GAMZEE: MURDER

GAMZEE: BeTwEeN mOiRaIlS?

FEFERI: I guess t)(at’s true! It )(appens to t)(e best of us. 38)

GAMZEE: YoU bOtH aRe So ClOsE tO tHe ReDeMpTiOn NoW.

GAMZEE: fIrSt, A LiTtLe RiGhTeOuS sPlAsH oF tHe NaNnA nEcTaR tO cLeAnSe ThAt DaNkNeSs FrOm YoUr SoUlS...

GAMZEE: NoW...

GAMZEE: kIsS, mY mOtHeRfUcKeRs.

FEFERI: Ummmm...

ERIDAN: FINALLY

ERIDAN: pucker up fef and plant one on me

FEFERI: 38\

ERIDAN: you gotta its the rules

GAMZEE: tHe MoThErFuCkEr’S rIgHt.

GAMZEE: It AlL bE fUcKiN cRiTiCaL tO bOtH yOuR rEdEmPtIoN, tO kIsS aNd MaKe Up :o)

FEFERI: Sig)(. If it’s for redemption, t)(en...

FEFERI: Very well.

ERIDAN: oh fuck yeah

ERIDAN: RUB A DUB DUB COME GIMME A GLUB!!!

-- TEREZI PYROPE sent JOHN EGBERT the photo “H3R3.JPG” --

ROXY: yo john

ROXY: over here hon!

CALLIOPE: it’s getting less and less UnUsUal to see those in the troll kingdom, isn’t it?

JOHN: yeah.

JOHN: i can’t help but think the government’s getting ready for something big.

ROXY: lmao you worry too much

ROXY: janeys got her head on straight shell show you yet

JOHN: ugh, let’s not talk about this right now.

ROXY: yea ur right

ROXY: its gettin late anyway we should head home

ROXY: see you next week callie?

CALLIOPE: oh. yes. always, roxy.

#homestuck #homestuck epilogues #terezi pyrope #john egbert #gamzee makara #eridan ampora #feferi peixes #roxy lalonde #calliope #candy epilogue #page 22

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zainmalik · 1 year

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Hey!! First of all, Always You is right up there with my top Louis songs too AND HS1 era supremacy! What I wouldn't give to see him play Medicine live circa 2018 :'))

Funny thing, my brother asked me this evening if I had any interest in watching Don't Worry Darling and then we proceeded to explain all of the drama to my parents lmao. There's really nothing compelling me to watch it, so I agree with everything you said about the film!

Such a beautiful way to describe music and artists, and totally different to the way I experience music so that's really interesting to think about. I haven't got round to watching My Policeman yet, but I have much higher hopes for that one.

I'll have some more questions for you shortly, enjoy your weekend!!

— lgbtqcreators anon

Hi! Sorry for answering late, as you can see we’ve had a couple of crazy hours lol. As much as I love Always You, I know a song from Faith In The Future will knock it out of number one (I’m looking at you Written All Over Your Face, Silver Tongues and She Is Beauty, We Are World Class).

I’ve seen videos of Harry singing Medicine for the first time, and how quiet he was during some parts of it. It makes me happy to see him sing it so loud now.

That must have been an interesting conversation to have lol. I still don’t see the point of all this drama that happened. Could’ve stood on its own. It had a great cast, the premise does sound interesting (even if the execution left to be desired) and having Harry would’ve brought in people, no need for all the other circus, but I guess bad publicity sells. Or they’re just stupid. Or both. I don’t know, the movie pisses me off lol.

It’s always good to hear different perspectives. How do you experience music? I’d love to hear it.

I loved My Policeman. It made me feel so much, and I cried very hard at the ending. I’ve talked about it but I quite liked Harry’s acting, although I feel like he struggles with dialogue and delivery, but he’s wonderful at portraying emotions. I know people may have mixed feelings about Tom as a character, but I love a complex and messy character.

David Dawson’s acting was incredible. He stole the movie. Patrick, my beloved Patrick. I felt so much for him. If he doesn’t win any awards for his acting I will burn it all down.

Emma Corrin too!! I have so many mixed feelings about Marion. I feel anger, sadness and pity for her.

And that’s the thing, every single one of them made me feel like this. And I love it so much. I hate unrealistically perfect characters. There’s just no way to connect with them. But I love a realistic, messy, complex, sometimes toxic character (not implying they were toxic, just that I love characters like that).

Anyway, I’ll stop before I make this longer. I hope you have a wonderful week!!!

#ask #answered #anonymous #lgbtqcreators anon

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littlemisslipbalm · 4 years

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“Harry’s stylist, right?”

Summary: Harry and his personal stylist are great collaborators, on screen and off. She helps his visions come to life and in turn they’ve become close friends. As she helps him to bring his fashion dreams come to life during the Fine Line era, will some other dreams come to life as well?

Harry and his stylist go from colleagues to friends to lovers because they’ve been in love with each other from the jump

this fit is very important to this part lmaooo - I literally have no idea what to call this lol, anyway I've been sitting on this for forever and I wanted to get something out for yall and i love this story there will be a part 2 when i get to a writing mood. I love this story bc its my literal dream - anyway!! pls enjoy and reblog and lmk what you think :)

Word Count: 14k | Warnings: swearing, drinking, tame for now, should be smut eventually - aka slow burn (what else would you expect from me at this point i guess)

part 2

“Hey, H, I just had a question about one of the SNL outfits? Do you have a sec?”

Harry looked up from his phone and raised his brows at his stylist, Y/N.

Y/N had worked with Harry previously. In photoshoots for Another Man magazine and his most recent Gucci campaign. As well as some other random times, such as one-off award show looks and specific appearances. However, this past summer Harry had hired Y/N to work fulltime for him, exclusively. He had told her that he was planning on releasing his second album in the winter and he wanted someone there to help him plan his clothes for music videos, award season, interview appearances, as well as tour outfits.

Y/N stood just inside the doorway of the room, leaning her back against the wall, looking expectantly at him. Her eyes were wide and her lips were pursed. She was dressed simply in a white satin skirt and a matching cropped button-up, they both had cream flowers embroidered on, paired with horsebit slim Gucci mules. Her style was eclectic, but she had definitely noticed an increase of Gucci in her wardrobe since starting her employment with Harry.

Y/N’s passion in life was fashion and clothes and she constantly worried that one of Harry’s outfits wouldn’t deliver as much as she wanted it to. He was quick to tell her not to worry so much though, as long as they both were happy with it, how could anyone else not love it. Plus, he’d always add, it didn’t really matter what anyone else thought. But as more and more events began to crop up, Y/N’s worry over her work grew. She had only been the head stylist for Harry on projects that were still underwraps - except for Lights Up which had been released a couple weeks ago now.

The first project she ever worked on with Harry as his full-time personal stylist was the Lights Up music video. She had never worked so closely with one person for so long on just one project. Harry was insistent in vision and came in the first day filled with ideas, what he imagined for the video's concept and how he wanted to incorporate clothes. She had been happy to make his dreams become reality.

The two of them spent hours at his house for weeks, pouring over every detail of every outfit he planned to wear. They both wanted it to be perfect. And eventually, it all came together, exactly how they had planned. All of the garments for the video took up two entire garment racks. Y/N had made Harry pose in every single outfit for polaroids that she dated and then put into a lookbook she started for him. She had told him she planned to document every outfit she styled for him and Harry had been so excited. The outfits he wore in the video were received with praise when it was finally released, and Harry and Y/N were overjoyed. There was already a party for its release, but they both were especially happy that night. Throughout the evening, Harry and Y/N would gravitate to one another and fall into side conversations about the outfits and what people had been saying. Even if Harry said it didn’t matter, he and Y/N both knew, at the end of the day, they loved when people were happy with their work.

“Sure,” he bounced to his feet, but Y/N made a hand motion telling him that he could stay seated. He settled back down as she crossed over and sat beside him on his couch.

She was at his house in London today planning his next few appearances that were promotion for the upcoming album, Saturday Night Live was next. Harry had been taking a break from their work until she had come in.

It wasn’t unusual for Y/N to be at his house, they had been working together for months now. First, it had been for his outfits in his music videos that were filmed in late summer and early fall, like Lights up, but also a few other ones. Now, it was clothing for promo appearances, interviews, and listening parties. Next, it would be tour outfits, which she had already started planning, but officially, they hadn’t started discussions yet. Harry had helped her to get a flat closer to his house in London just for her to be able to head over and help with the planning or fitting of his outfits more easily. She also was constantly traveling with him to his appearances, making sure outfits were perfect right before whatever show it was or making last minute adjustments in case either of them decided something wasn’t right.

While Harry was a big guy, his waist was far trimmer than a usual man built to his size, this meant she had to take in a lot of his trousers at the waist. As well, with his shirts and coats, she’d have to take them in or out depending on how Harry wanted the fit to be - either perfectly tight or perfectly oversized. He was particular, but she appreciated his drive for fashion and how he cared for his appearance. Before performances, she often had to take things in or out based on any body fluctuation that had occurred since the initial fitting.

She was looking at her sketchpad that held all of her notes on his clothes - which was different from the lookbook of polaroids - including patches of the actual colors and little Harry figures dressed in what he was going to wear. Right now, she had the pad opened to a page titled “SNL Opener - November 16, 2019”.

“So I was thinking with your opening monologue outfit, it might look better to have a different colored blazer? A matching yellow would be great, but if you did more of a toned down - maybe light tan or beige - blazer with gold embellishments, you’d elevate it to look sophisticated and stylish, rather than just stylish. It’d be exactly like the runway look - which I know you sometimes don’t like, but I think it’s what looks best.”

She ran her finger between two swatches of what she thought would be the better blazer color and the one Harry had originally wanted. He wet his lips and gazed at the page as he thought about what she said. Normally, she liked monochrome on him, but she thought the deep blue underneath a completely yellow suit might wash him out on the stage.

“Yeah,” he pointed to the top beige swatch, “I think I do like this better.” He paused and turned his head to Y/N, looking in her eyes before asking, “Is that all?”

“Er...no,” Y/N ran a hand over her unstyled hair, slightly fluffed by her constant musing of it. She often fiddled with it while she worked, better than biting nails she always said when confronted about her tick. After a sigh Y/N continued, “I was just on the phone with Jane from Gucci and she said that for Look 57 they could only send your technical size, for some reason they can’t custom make it. Meaning, I’ll have to tailor the whole thing to you when it arrives. Is that alright? Or do you want to choose something else?”

She flipped to a page that said “SNL WS.” Harry followed her hands and nodded realizing she was talking about the Gucci suit he wanted to wear for Watermelon Sugar. It was a watermelon’s inside red. When he had found out the suit came in that color, he had danced around the dining table for what Y/N had felt like was an hour, humming the tune of Watermelon Sugar excitedly. Finally, she had coaxed him to sit back down and get back to their other work, which was still picking out clothes.

“No, that’s fine,” Harry shook his head and used his thumb to scratch under his lips absentmindedly, “It really needs to be that color.”

She nodded, she knew what his answer was going to be, but she also knew he still liked to make the final decision.

“Alright, we’ll just have to meet for longer when everything arrives, to tailor that one. Then the rest of them should just be making sure the fit is perfect.”

She rose up from her seat and patted Harry’s shoulder, leaving him to his thoughts, as she went back to finish up the calls with Jane and the designers.

He caught her hand in his before she completely walked away, “Thank you, Y/N.” He was so grateful he had hired someone who was as driven as he was and understood his fashion sense and wanted to help enhance what he was thinking, rather than someone trying to control him or just going along with whatever he said. Neither would be productive or helpful, thankfully Y/N loved her job and cared to do things right.

She grinned before exiting, “H, you’re going to be this century’s style icon if it’s the last thing I do.” He laughed as she walked out of the room, leaning back on the couch to continue his lurking on Instagram.

One week later

“I’m here, H! I come bearing Gucci and more!” Y/N said as she shuffled through Harry’s front door, she held a deconstructed rack and a garment bag filled with heavy suits and things. Inside were Harry’s four most important outfits for SNL, some other garments for SNL, and some clothes they had talked about for his upcoming listening sessions later in the month. Y/N needed to check the fit on all of them and begin tailoring the Watermelon Sugar suit. The key Harry had given to Y/N, previously, had let her in, but she assumed he was home. He said he’d be.

When Y/N rounded the corner she found another empty room. Confused, she set down her large items and went to search for Harry. Y/N literally needed him to be here for this part. It was the only real time she actually needed to see him in person - but that was beside the point.

“H?”

She wandered through the different rooms of his home. Normally, Y/N didn’t go into the other rooms, she was always mainly in his lounge area, the dining room, and a little casual office room he had - sometimes the kitchen for water, his bedroom once. Still not finding him, she decided to venture to the furthest door, Harry’s bedroom, she remembered.

Harry groaned at the sound of a knock on his door, he rolled over in his bed. After a few moments of hearing nothing else than his groan, Y/N felt like she had to go in and check on him.

“H, it’s 12:30 and we agreed we’d meet at noon. Are you feeling alright?”

Y/N moved into the room and found a shirtless Harry surrounded by rumpled sheets, clutching at a pillow. He groaned into his pillow again in response. Her legs bent at the edge of the bed and she reached out to smooth some of his chestnut hair out of his face, “What’s wrong?”

He moved his head to allow his eyes to look at her, “‘M so tired, don’t know why. My stomach kind of hurts too…” Y/N looked at him quizzically, before running her hand over his tan forehead once more, this time checking for a fever. “You don’t have a fever. When did you go to sleep? Have you eaten anything today?” With her help, Harry moved into a seated position, head tilted back against the bedpost. He sat silent for a moment before blowing air out of his mouth. “Went to sleep kind of late for me, I guess...Haven’t eaten.”

“Ok, you’re just tired from staying up late, you old man, and you might be a little dehydrated and hungry. Listen, I’ll go make you some food if you get up and prepare yourself for the day. We need to get all your clothes fitted so that I can fix anything before next week.” Y/N was always good at getting Harry back on track when he got distracted - or even out of the station, when he wasn’t in the mood to work on something. She slid from her perch on the bed and walked to almost the edge of the room before Harry called her back.

“Can you pick out my clothes for me?” His soft, tired voice whined. “So hard...and you’ve got the best eye. Pleaseeee,” he pleaded softly.

Rolling her eyes, Y/N sighed and made her way back into his room. Crossing to the door that led to his walk-in closet, she set to work. As silly as he was being, she could never pass up on a chance to pick out an outfit for Harry.

“You’re literally going to be changing the entire time, H, you could have just thrown on sweats,” she called back to him once inside the smaller room. He repeated how she always picked the right thing, even for just around the house. Again, Y/N rolled her eyes at Harry, but she also couldn’t hide the warm smile on her face that was due to his compliment.

She couldn’t believe how dramatic Harry could be sometimes. Right now, he was a lesser form of hungover and he was acting like his life was ending. Y/N had made a note a while ago to never agree to a meeting on the day after any partying. She learned the hard way one particularly terrible Sunday. She had come round his house at a similar time, noon-ish and found Harry dead asleep, backwards in his bed. When she had roused him, his only responses were grumbles and groans. She had to not only pick out his clothes, but also help dress him. Then, after providing water and aspirin, she moved all their work into his bedroom so they could work from there. Harry had proved to be a baby when it came to hangovers. But, she hadn’t realized he could get like this even without being truly hungover.

After settling on his live aid t-shirt, that Y/N was eternally jealous of, located at the front of his drawer and his favorite corduroy trousers, she walked out and threw them in the direction of his toned, but slumped body. “I will not get you boxers, that is most definitely not in my job description, Boss.” Y/N sent a pointed look in his direction, moving to finally leave the room. While he was technically her boss as her employer, their work relationship was extremely collaborative and it never felt like he was in control of her, she just liked to give him shit for being a drama queen.

“Guess I’ll be going commando. How’s that going to work with me changing in front of you a bunch of times?” He teased right back, taking the clothes you had thrown at him and giving them a onceover. His teasing signalled that he was already feeling better.

Y/N shook her head and walked out of the room, “For the love of God, Harry, please put on underwear before you come out and continuously strip in front of me!”

The words he shouted after that were muffled, but they were something along the lines of how the human body is beautiful and shouldn’t be covered up. Unbelievable. As she set to work on making both of them some lunch, she finally heard Harry begin moving around. They had a lot of work to do as it was and whenever Harry was in a mood, whether it be a good mood or a bad mood, they always seemed to have a hard time focusing.

One night, that could be seen as the poster child for Harry and Y/N’s procrastination, was during the planning for the Adore You music video. Harry was in a super good mood that day and he had brought that energy to their meeting at his house. Y/N was supposed to be fitting him for the various outfits, but Harry, in his mania, ordered an overzealous amount of Chinese food. It took her and Harry hours to even make a dent in the food. And while they passed the time with eating, Harry and Y/N got further and further from their tasks, opting for conversations that included more fun topics than work. They had gossipped about some of the other people they worked with, Harry had begged for “the tea” about some of his other staffers and Y/N was happy to oblige. As much as Y/N would hate to admit it, she loved when they got off of work subjects and talked about how their day’s had been and what has been on their nerves lately. It was a nice way to decompress, it was like hanging out with a friend, except it wasn’t, not really.

Harry shuffled into the kitchen wearing what Y/N had picked out for him. Her smile grew knowing that he hadn’t changed what she’d picked. His confidence in her and her abilities never failed to feel like the biggest compliment.

“Go sit at the dining table, I’ve made us some little sandwiches and then we can decide the order we want to go through the outfits in.”

Before following Y/N’s orders, Harry continued his shuffling around, first to the cabinet for a glass, then to the fridge for water. At the end of the table, she set the plates between the head of the table’s spot and the one to its left. Harry took the side spot, so Y/N was on the end. After a bite of his food, Harry moaned loudly in contentment. This caused an amused look on Y/N’s face, there had been nothing special in his house so she had just made what was possible. This meant that Harry’s satisfaction was a little over the top.

“You’re acting like you haven’t eaten in a week. What did you do last night that got you in such a twist?” Y/N asked as she took a sip of her own glass of water. Harry nibbled at his lower lip after swallowing, trying to understand why he was particularly tired today.

“I guess I forgot to eat properly yesterday and then I went out running. And I stayed up late on the phone with,” he paused, eyes flashing to Y/N and then away again, “someone for SNL.”

Y/N hummed at his words before going back to her own eating. She didn’t understand why he hesitated about telling her he’d been on the phone last night, it especially irked her that he wouldn’t even say with whom. Professionally, it wasn’t really her business, but Harry was never secretive with her. Plus, it seemed to be work related so why was he being so flighty about it.

Moving forward, Harry peppier from eating and simply moving around, the pair set to work. They decided on trying on everything else first and then saving the Watermelon Sugar suit to the end. The other three main pieces for the night fit perfectly, Y/N had to only do minor reworks of certain areas.

“H, I need you to hold still…” Y/N interrupted Harry’s ramblings as she was crouched beside him.

She had to take up the hem on the pant legs so right now she was trying to pin them in the place she and Harry had agreed upon, without messing with the pleats.

“Sorry,” He mumbled, straightening out his back to stand taller.

He stayed quiet for a bit until Y/N popped back up, she looked at her notebook for reference on what she still had to tailor.

“Okay, next, the pants crotch is looking pretty fitted, so I assume you want it taken down a bit,” Y/N said as she got back into her crouching position. “Look in the mirror and tell me where you think letting it out looks best, I don’t have the best vantage point when I’m up this close…” she trailed off, placing her measuring tape directly on top of Harry’s crotch and running it down his leg a ways.

Once done with her first attempt at where she thought was best to let the pants out, she turned her eyes to the mirror that showed Harry in his suit with Y/N on her knees before him. Harry cleared his throat as he looked in the mirror, seeing Y/N with her eyes wide in anticipation in the position she was in made him want to run and hide. Her hands were extremely close to his dick, but it was literally her job, he knew he had to shake the thoughts that were running through his mind.

“Maybe just a bit further up actually, as much as I like the high waist with dropped crotch, I want this suit to have that specifically tailored look,” his hands motioned for Y/N to bring the drop up a ways.

Her hands then brought the measuring tape up, once again grazing over his area. Again, Y/N looked at Harry through the mirror for approval, and this time he gave it and she placed a single pin in the place where the pants would be let out to.

Standing up, Y/N hoped Harry didn’t notice the blush gracing her face. She was a stylist and used to being around naked bodies as well as touching around a man’s crotch when working. But Harry in this suit must have been magic, because she had felt extremely vulnerable on her knees in front of him in it. She had felt flushed the minute he hadn’t liked what she had done initially and she hated that she felt that way for some reason. Beginning to work on the sleeves of the suit set her at ease, Y/N was thankful to no longer be kneeling or in such close proximity to what was under Harry’s pants.

“Anything on your mind of late?” Harry broke the silence.

Y/N hummed with a pin stuck between her lips, folding up the suit jacket’s right sleeve. Plucking it from her mouth after a few silent moments, she said, “Not really, haven’t had time to do much else lately. Always thinking about you,” Y/N flushed as she realized what she had just said. “I mean, thinking about you like about your clothes and when they’re going to arrive and what I need to do about them, not you personally, sorry that came out wrong,” her blush intensified as she rapidly fumbled through her last sentence.

“Ow!”

“Oh my god!”

While Y/N had gotten flustered with her words, she managed to stick the pin she was using straight into Harry’s flesh. She immediately removed the pin from where it had stuck him.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry, H, we’ve got to get this off. I need to make sure you’re not bleeding onto the suit.”

Y/N rushed around to Harry's backside and began slipping off his suit jacket as Harry chuckled and began to unbutton the shirt as carefully as possible.

“‘S alright, Y/N, if there’s any blood on the shirt it’ll blend in, blood is practically the same color.” She glared at him through the mirror and Harry continued to laugh, “That is not funny, H, I shouldn’t have stuck you in the first place.”

“No, no,” Harry hushed Y/N as she began to slip off his shirt from one side to the other, taking off the sleeve on the side she hadn’t poked, “you’ve got so much on your plate with all the planning for the upcoming events. Then you worked yourself up over a little slip.” As Y/N carefully unbuttoned the cuff of the sleeve to try and slip off the shirt with the least amount of blood on it as possible, Harry finished with, “I wouldn’t mind if you were just thinking about me, though, an’ not the clothes.”

This time, Y/N was very in control, not willing to let herself slip up a second time today. She didn’t know how to respond to what Harry had just admitted. It wasn’t like this hasn't happened before. Both of them were guilty of making little comments that made it sound like they were interested in each other in a way that was a little different than professional or friendly. But every time the other person always had the responsibility to shut the idea down or completely blow past what their counter had just said.

“Harry…” She began, it was soft and pleading, like she was saying she couldn’t entertain that idea. Examining his forearm, after pulling the shirt completely away and resting it on a nearby chair, she saw a little spot of blood protruding from the pin prick she had caused. “Where do you keep your bandages?” Y/N decided that it was best to brush past Harry’s words this time and went off to find his first aid kit. Harry stood there, shirtless, staring at the blood on his arm. It really wasn’t a lot and it wouldn’t have done anything to the suit, but Y/N was always so careful and never wanted to ruin any of Harry’s clothes.

On her return, Y/N came upon a shirtless Harry perched on the edge of the table, with one arm crossed and his other - that was bleeding - being held slightly away from his body, as if Harry was afraid to touch it. His posture was slumped so Y/N could see his spine curving beneath his tanned honey-soft skin and his shoulder blades slightly flexed. While most of Harry’s body was covered in tattoos, she noticed how the closest tattoo to his back was the small line drawing of a guitar on the back of his left shoulder. Other than that his smooth back was bare. Y/N found it interesting that Harry had never chosen to ink his back. She jogged lightly back into the room and Harry’s head turned to watch her approach. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he regarded her. She noticed he was being particularly quiet, but she had no idea why. Maybe he was still tired.

Y/N set to work on finding the correct tissue, neosporin, and bandage for Harry’s small wound. As she worked on fixing up her mistake, Harry’s eyes followed her movements. Green eyes flickering between her hands on his arm and her own eyes focusing on her task.

“After this, I actually can just head home and finish the rest of the work,” Y/N said as she unpackaged the bandage, “I already know where I need to take in the suit sleeves and the shirt’s sleeves were looking fine. So, I can get out of your hair and you can get to sleep early tonight.” She placed the nude toned bandage over Harry’s arm, she was a little sad to find he didn’t own fun bandages. That was something that she expected from Harry, but she resigned that maybe she didn’t know everything about Harry.

Before Harry could speak, Y/N continued, “Don’t rehearsals for the show start tomorrow? When are you flying to New York?” She ran her hand over the bandage, smoothing it in place. Her hand lingered there as her eyes looked up and met Harry’s. Harry twitched his arm away from Y/N’s touch and scratched his nose slightly.

“Yeah, I’m flying out tomorrow morning. When are you set to fly out?”

“Friday. I’ll get in before the final dress rehearsal and then I’ll be there for the show.” Y/N stepped back and began to rehang the suit jacket and shirt that they had discarded in her haste to not get blood on them.

Then Y/N stood there staring at Harry. He looked at her slightly confused by her doing nothing when she said she was leaving. “Pants, H.” She said finally when she realized he had forgotten he was still wearing the suit pants. “Oh! Sorry,” Harry exclaimed as he began to unbutton and remove the pants he was wearing. He handed her the pants and she exchanged them with his live-aid t shirt. He took it graciously before slipping it on and disguising his toned body beneath it. Then he took his pants from earlier and fully redressed himself.

“Damn!” Y/N said and Harry’s head flipped to watch her as she began to put all of the clothing back in their garment bags and take down the rack.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just pinched myself with the rack, I’m all left feet today.”

“Here,” Harry chuckled as he walked over to help Y/N, “let me help you with all this. Just in the boot of your car, yeah?” Y/N nodded and smiled in appreciation for Harry. He grabbed her keys laying on the table and then took the rack and a garment bag. Even if things sometimes got tense between them, for whatever reason, he was always quick to move past it and be thoughtful and kind in the best ways for Y/N. After shaking her hand out, she grabbed the last garment bags and followed Harry out to her car. Harry shut the back of her car softly and turned to face Y/N, she stood beside her car door, ever so slightly leaning against it. He walked to her side and smiled.

“I’ll see you in a week,” he said before wrapping his arms around Y/N’s much smaller frame. His body was radiating heat and it felt good against Y/N in the crisp night air of London. She pressed into his hold and wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed him hard. “Less than...Can’t wait to see you make an absolute fool of yourself out there.” Harry protested her tease with a small, “Hey!” but mostly focused on his hands on her back and the way her hair felt especially soft under his chin. Finally, Y/N pulled away, “Kidding! You’ll be amazing and you’ll look killer while doing it.” She winked before opening her car door and driving off. Harry was left with the lingering scent of her perfume and shampoo mingling in his nose.

It was the Saturday night, November 16th, 2019.

Harry and Y/N were in his dressing room before the show started. His outfits for the night were lined up, except for his opener one that Y/N had just dressed him in. His first change would be for Light’s Up, then a couple skit outfits that had to be moved elsewhere for quick changes, then the Watermelon Sugar suit, and then finally his end of the show casual look. The opener looked incredible, it’s fit was impeccable and Y/N knew people were going to love it.

She stepped back from Harry to give his whole body a once over, the SNL hairstylist had just blown out his hair and given him a sort of middle part. It definitely looked good and paired with the suit - Y/N could already tell it was going to be a hit by all accounts. Harry grinned back at her, doing a little dance to show just how much he was loving his clothes and how excited he was.

Grabbing the lint roller, Y/N gave the lapels of his suit jacket a once over and then moved it slightly out of the way to roll the big collar of Harry’s shirt and the bits of the body of the shirt that were showing underneath the jacket. Basically, Y/N was lint rolling over Harry’s clothed abs. Apparently, that was a ticklish area for Harry because he began to squirm and giggle under the tool’s touch.

“Seriously, H?”

She smiled as she said it, so excited for Harry that she couldn’t be mad at his relestness.

“Can’t help it. ‘M so giddy. Plus, I’m a wee bit ticklish.”

Y/N gave him a single laugh before removing the lint roller and smoothing over the shirt against his stomach and then over the lapels when she put the jacket back in place. She adjusted the Gucci reader’s she was wearing today, that were more for decoration than anything, but she liked to pretend they made her see better.

“You look smashing, Mr. Styles. Absolutely gorgeous, if I do say so myself.”

“Are you talking to me or the suit?” Harry asked as he flipped to look in the full length mirror in the dressing room.

“Can’t it be both?”

“Sure,” Harry said, he noticed the clock and realized it was his time to get in places. He leaned down and placed a small kiss on Y/N’s cheek, “It’s my time, thank you, Y/N.” She blushed at his words and actions. As he walked out the door, she called after him, “Break a leg, H!” He sent a final air kiss in her direction before completely disappearing.

She looked at the clothes hanging on the rack in the room and palmed over the fabric. Checking the lapels and brushing the lint roller over the, she finally stepped back and was happy with how they looked. When the show was just about to start, she flitted to the part of backstage where she could watch Harry perform. She giggled along to his monologue and grinned whole-heartedly when the crowd would roar with approval. Y/N had heard all of the jokes already because of the dress rehearsal yesterday, but it didn’t matter. Harry was killing it. She also took time to appreciate how good Harry looked in his suit on stage. In front of the lights and all the people, his suit shined brightly with the pops of blue and yellow and the oversized grey-iege jacket. His soft chestnut hair billowed perfectly to frame his forehead as he sipped from the faux martini. Y/N bit her lip to stifle her laugh. The fact that Harry, her boss and friend, was up on the Saturday Night Live stage with pink and blue nails sipping from a faux martini, it was perfect.

When Harry came back for his first performance change Y/N was right there waiting for him.

“Hi, that was really good,” she smiled up at him as he began to take off his coat.

He smiled brightly back at her as he exhaled a hefty breath, “You think so?”

“Yes! C’mon, everyone loved it. You delivered it all perfectly…” she took over undoing the buttons on the shirt because Harry was moving too slowly. “I’m in a man band now…” Y/N mumbled under her breath before chuckling.

“Did you just imitate my accent?” Harry said, now pulling off his sleeves.

Y/N moved around his back to take the shirt to hang and grab his Lights Up outfit. They worked like a well-oiled machine together, constantly taking over roles to get things done more efficiently, but never stepping on each other’s toes.

“Nope,” she winked before handing him the black sequin jumpsuit and exchanging it for his yellow pants. After rehanging the pants and bringing over Harry’s different set of boots, Y/N said, “Y’know, I’d have to say that your hair is giving your suit a run for its money.” She placed the shoes on the table beside Harry and began to fix into the place different parts of the jumpsuit, moving to zip up the back and then coming to the front to smooth it.

“What do you mean?” Harry looked in the mirror and delicately touched the edges of his hair, considering Y/N’s statement.

“No one ever really sees it how it is, nicely blown out but not too much product so it falls to frame your face. What’d you tell the hair person you wanted?” Y/N stepped back to allow Harry to change his boots from one Gucci pair to another, like he did with most of his wardrobe.

“Just told them to make me look mature. You think it looks good?” He looked up at Y/N when he asked the question.

“Think it looks sexy, that’s what I’m saying, no one’s gonna be able to focus on your clothes with how good your hair looks.”

“Ah,” he deftly runs his hands down his suit as he looks in the mirror.

Y/N just stares at Harry, checking him over one more time. She wasn’t lying about his hair, it was sexy and she wanted to run her hands through it to feel how soft it was. In a complete friend way of course.

“I like it…”

“It looks like you just rolled out of bed, but the bed was made of angel feathers.”

Harry laughed at Y/N’s description. He shifted his body to face her more and moved closer to her in the process.

“Alright, you should probably get back out there,” Y/N closes the gap between them and adjusts the chain of his jade and silver crosses and brushes over his broad shoulders.

They’re professional touches, but her movements hold an undercurrent of intimacy that neither of them realize. If anyone had been looking on, they would see how Y/N’s fingers delicately caressed Harry’s skin right before she cradled the pendants to move them in place. They would also see Harry instinctively lean forward into her touch and breathe slightly deeper to take in her scent. When she brushes over his shoulders, he straightens up at the touch and shows he’s ready to get back out there. It’s as if she prepared him to go.

Harry sings Lights Up and the crowd loves it. Sarah kills her drumming and Mitch eats up lead guitar. The backup singers bring out a different tone to the song. It is all around an amazing performance.

As Y/N clapped along with the crowd from backstage, Aidy Bryant approaches her.

“You’re Harry’s stylist, right?”

Y/N turns her head at the woman next to her, “Yeah?”

Aidy smiles, eyes slightly gleaming, “Well, you’re wonderful at your job.” As Y/N is about to thank her, Aidy continues, “And Harry knows that too, he talked about you all week. We all thought you were his girlfriend at first.”

Y/N laughed lightly and had to keep herself from letting her jaw drop at Aidy’s words. She even choked a bit on her own spit and had to cough slightly before even being able to think of a response, “Well, um, yeah...no, H, Harry is just my employer and...friend. No dating, we just get along well. Which is important since we spend a lot of time together - for work of course!”

Aidy smiled sweetly at Y/N, “Yeah, Harry explained that when Beck asked him how long you’d been together. At first he had said a couple months and then said ‘wait, Y/N is just my stylist, we’ve been working together for a couple months’ and then we all felt really dumb.”

“Don’t feel dumb,” Y/N reassured her, unsure why she was actually continuing this conversation, “He loves to talk about clothes and that’s where I fit in to his life, so I’m sure my name would come up a fair bit. Was that it?”

“Yeah I guess, but-” Aidy began to say more, but Y/N cut her off.

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry, but Harry’s finished and I’ve got to go help him change for his next song.”

Aidy was left in Y/N’s wake, chuckling to herself, fully reassured about the reason that they had all thought Harry had been dating Y/N. Because they already acted like a couple. And they were both helplessly in love with one another and neither of them knew.

The rest of the show went off without a hitch. Harry continued to wow the crowd and Y/N sent him off from his dressing room always looking fabulous. Just as he was about to walk back on stage for his final farewell, Y/N noticed a tiny string on his trousers zipper. Unable to stop Harry and unable to grab at the string without looking odd, she had to let him walk on stage with it. It wasn’t actually a big deal, but Y/N sighed in annoyance because she knew that string was going to bug her for the rest of the night.

“Treat People With Kindness!” Harry finishes off his farewell.

Applause begins to sound and the cast is out front hugging and chatting, while Y/N is watching from the side still fixated on the string on Harry’s pants, now simply dangling. Finally, they begin to clear the stage because it’s time for the after party. Y/N knew there was no stealing Harry away to fix the problem that was now fixated in her mind. Every cast and crew member was trying to talk to him, congratulating him, hugging him, anything to spend time with the incredible man. Y/N couldn’t blame them, but she also wanted to be able to go some place quiet and debrief with Harry about his outfits. She wanted to look up what people were saying about his clothes and discuss the critiques with Harry. She also wanted to start discussing what was coming next with Harry. But most of all, she just wanted to hang out with Harry.

What Y/N wanted wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, which she knew, but it still only grew her annoyance with that string. If only she could get it off of him, maybe then her mind would be able to relax a little.

She meandered backstage, resigned she wouldn’t be talking to Harry for a while. There she went to find the band’s dressing room, knowing she would find Mitch or Sarah who she’d be happy to talk to. They weren’t ones for the spotlight and no one ever really seemed to want to brownnose with them at events like this. Y/N had met them a few times.

The first was when Harry had asked Y/N to meet him in the studio in mid July, Mitch and Sarah had both been there helping Harry finish up something for the album. Y/N never asked what, she liked music quite a bit, but when it came to the technical part of it, it went completely over her head. Harry had introduced them both and they seemed lovely. After that, she had seen them around for an event or two of Harry’s. It wasn’t much, but it was more than any of the other people around right now.

Just as she was about to knock on the door it swung open, revealing Harry’s entire backing band. “Hey,” Y/N said sheepishly, “Harry’s being fawned over by the masses and I don’t actually know anyone else here. Is it alright if I hang out with you all at this after party? I doubt there’s going to be anyone really dying to meet the stylist.”

She smoothed her own clothes as she spoke. Y/N wanted to look professional tonight because sometimes when she was dressed in more fun or “young” clothes she got mistaken for someone who had snuck in. The only thing that got people to not question her authority to be where she was, was a card that read ‘staff’ that she would clip onto whatever she was wearing at places like this. Tonight, she chose a pair of purple plaid pants, a sleek lilac tank underneath a cream knit shawl, and cream Gucci mules. Ever since Harry took an interest in Y/N’s pearl necklace, she had largely stopped wearing hers because she hoped never to be photographed matching with him. However, she had known the pearls would have completed the look, even putting them on in her hotel room, twisting a pearl in her hand as she looked in the mirror, and then taking the necklace off again and settling on a different silver necklace instead. The ‘staff’ card was clipped to her pants pocket tonight.

“Of course!” Sarah said as the band began to file out of the room, “You might want to take your tag off now, though, you’re done working for the night.”

Her laughter rang sweetly through Y/N’s ears and she smiled back before removing her identifying card. She hated the piece of plastic and was glad to take it off, it never went with her outfits, but she had gotten tired of taking out her business card every time someone asked what she was doing. Y/N was sure that during the tour she’d be fine without it, but as Harry’s show appearances were beginning to ramp up she knew it would be helpful to have.

“Thanks...you all were amazing out there tonight. Second time on the SNL stage right?”

The group of you began to walk in the direction of where the after party was being held. Mitch piped up, “Thanks. Yeah, I love their box stage setup, it’s pretty cool.” Y/N was happy that she had people who were easy to talk to so that she wouldn’t be alone tonight.

Arriving in the room of the party, they were all quick to grab the alcohol that was being provided at the pop up bar. Y/N wasn’t normally a fan of drinking at events like these, mainly because she was not usually invited to this part of the night and when she was she wanted to be alert. But she figured there wasn’t much else to do so she took a hearty sip of the champagne. It was a little sweet, her face scrunched.

“Too sweet?” Mitch questioned when he saw Y/N’s face.

“Just a little for my taste.”

“Harry’s not going to be drinking tonight then. So particular about his alcohol,” Mitch continued.

Y/N laughed, “Well I’m glad, then I don’t have to deal with him being a baby about his hangover tomorrow.”

Mitch quirked an eyebrow at Y/N’s statement. Sarah and the others in the band had dispersed to mingle with the SNL party goers, leaving Mitch and Y/N to their conversation.

Realizing what she said could be seen as slightly weird out of context, Y/N quickly started again, “because I’m supposed to go shopping with Harry tomorrow. He wanted to go to Gucci and a couple other stores here before flying to LA. I’m going back to London until the listening parties, so we need to figure out the finishing touches for those and..” Y/N trailed off trying to remember which looks weren’t completed yet for the next few shows, Mitch waited patiently, “a few of the suits for the Late Late Show. He’s not happy with one of them so we might switch it. But anyway, you know how he is with a hangover. Proper child.”

Mitch threw his head back in laughter at Y/N’s serious look that she gave him. “Yeah, he can be...a lot. I meant to tell you, Harry looked great tonight. All of the clothes were fantastic,” Mitch added.

He was kind and Y/N appreciated him sticking with her. The two of them had rested themselves against a wall near the bar, sipping their champagne and enjoying each other’s company.

“Thank you.”

Mitch opened his mouth to say something else, but Heidi Gardener, another SNL member interrupted.

“Y/N, right!?”

Y/N and Mitch both turn to her, equally taken aback by the sudden burst of energy from this person they didn’t really know. Y/N nodded.

“Oh my gosh! You have to tell me where you got the jacket Harry is wearing!”

Heidi even goes as far to point in Harry’s direction. Y/N knows what she’s talking about, but her eyes still wander to where she pointed. Harry stood in a clump of people, surrounded by Ben Winston, James Corden, and the Gerbers who had all come to watch. She sighed as she watched his eyes shine as he laughed with a smile on his face. She hoped that by now the string had fallen off his pants by now, if not she was going to kick herself later.

“Oh, it’s Bode,” Y/N’s eyes coming back to meet Heidi’s happy face, “but it’s custom made from a vintage blanket. There’s only two that exist.”

Y/N and Mitch watched as Heidi’s face dropped.

“And I’m pretty sure the designer owns the other one,” Y/N added, “Sorry.”

Heidi smiles and jokes, “Know any ways I could possibly get Harry to give me his?”

“He loves that coat. I have no idea what you could possibly do to convince him he didn’t need it anymore.”

“Sex, probably,” Mitch says under his breath.

Heidi doesn’t catch it as she walks back off and Y/N turns to swat him with her free hand.

“What? He always gives away his clothes to girl’s he has crushes on.” Y/N rolls her eyes at Mitch’s words.

“Probably best if you don’t inform the masses about that,” a new voice says.

Unbeknownst to Mitch and Y/N, Harry had broken away from his entourage to steal a few minutes with his two friends, his best friends if he was being honest. They laugh together as he wraps his arms around their shoulders and pulls them both into his chest. Y/N feels the warmth radiating from Harry’s body as she snuggles into his side. Her hand wraps under his jacket and around his waist to squeeze right about his hip bone. His face is gleaming with a small sheen of sweat, but his smile is so big she barely notices his perspiration as he looks down at her.

“Heard you were talkin’ shit?”

Mitch quips, “Us? Never.”

Harry scoffs, “Come off it!”

When he releases Y/N and Mitch from his grasp, Mitch straightens up while Y/N’s eyes immediately go down to Harry’s crotch. She’s not paying attention to their conversation as she tries to make out in the dim light whether the string is gone or not. The men realize she’s not listening and they both follow her gaze.

Confused, Harry asks, “Y/N, any particular reason you’re staring at my dick?”

Her head shoots up, eyes wide and cheeks flushed from embarrassment.

“I wasn’t!”

Mitch laughs and decides he wants another glass of champagne right then, mumbling something about how that was his cue. Harry smiles, knowing she wasn’t doing what he had said, but still intrigued to know what was going on in her mind.

“You had a string right on your zipper and it’s been bugging me since you went out for your outro. This is the first time I’ve seen you on your own and I couldn't exactly go up to you in a random crowd and grab at your crotch. But now I can’t see in this light…” Y/N bit at her lower lip and furrowed her brow still trying to see if the string was there.

“Have you really been thinking about it this whole time?” Harry asked, slightly concerned.

“Yes...I know it doesn’t matter, but I just want your clothes to look perfect.”

Harry takes a deep breath as he makes a small smile at Y/N. Then he brushes over the front of his pants, hoping he removes the string if it's still attached to him. “There, I’m sure it’s gone now. I’m sorry you had to worry about that. Just know everyone I’ve talked to has been raving about the clothes.” He placed his ring-clad hand on Y/N’s upper arm and squeezed it.

“You did an amazing job,” Y/N said.

Harry pulls her into his chest one more time. This time without Mitch so both of Harry’s arms go around her shoulders and both of hers go around his slender waist. Again her hands disappear under his coat and thumb over his warm white t-shirt, her face resting on his chest right next to the word ‘Sex’. His arms tighten around her back as they rest there for a while. Y/N always has to make herself pull away, knowing that Harry will stay there for as long as he can - in anyone’s embrace - and remembering they’re in a public setting, she didn’t want anyone to assume things, even if she had already been made aware that people had.

“We’ll debrief more later tonight, yeah? The champagne is terrible so I won’t be drinking,” Harry said.

Y/N laughed under her breath as she smiled at his words. Mitch and her knew Harry too well. She nodded about getting together later, “Alright. Get back to your fan club.” Harry narrowed her eyes at her words, not sure if she was trying to sound sarcastic or not.

Hey, I’m back at the hotel. Just let me know when you want to debrief :) x

Y/N texted Harry the minute she got back to the hotel, she had no idea if he had left before her or was still at the after party. All she knew was that it was late and she was starting to get tired. Still, it was important for them to talk about their plans for tomorrow and she also really wanted to just be with him alone. Whenever they would debrief after big events Harry and Y/N would laugh at all the outrageous stuff they had seen go on throughout the night.

When she was still a freelance stylist she had helped Harry to plan his Camp outfit at the Met Gala. That night, they never even went to bed and had to debrief about the clothes the next afternoon over tea at the Palace. Both her and Harry were recovering from their exhaustion and nursing equally terrible hangovers. But there they were, sitting in the center of the dining area of the hotel, being served some of the nicest tea and sandwiches Y/N had ever had. It was amazing. Y/N had never felt that rich in her life before and Harry had told her the craziest stories about the most famous people in attendance. It was almost unbelievable what these people would reveal to Harry and Y/N was happy to listen to all of it, promising to never tell anyone else. That outing was probably the first time Harry realized he really liked Y/N and wanted to work more closely with her.

While tonight wasn’t quite as wild as the Met Gala had been, Y/N was still excited to hear any funny stories Harry might have in addition to their clothing talk. They really hadn’t had much time to chat since she had gotten to New York yesterday so it would be nice to just be alone together. Even if Y/N chalked their debriefs up to ‘shop talk’, she was always very excited for them.

As she reached her hotel room door, her phone buzzed with a message from Harry.

I’m still out, but should be heading back soon. Up to you if you want to wait up or we can just debrief in the morning while we shop. x H

Y/N sighed at the message, she wanted to wait up and debrief before tomorrow, if not for alone time with Harry but professionally for being able to plan out their shopping tomorrow. Where Harry was carefree, Y/N was meticulous and planned out. She liked to have fun, but she knew when she had to get her work done, even when Harry was off in his own mind. Their work styles mostly coincided, Harry could be serious and focused, too, but often when he was surrounded by all his famous friends he had a hard time saying ‘no’ to whatever came up. So Y/N knew that Harry’s definition of ‘soon’ could range from actually soon to almost dawn. She really hoped he actually meant soon, so she shot him a text saying:

Just knock on my room and if I open it we can debrief lol x

Harry smiled down at his phone when Y/N’s text came through, slightly chuckling before double tapping and placing a heart reaction of her text. Then he was pulled into the limo that one of his friend’s had gotten them and was handed a flute of champagne.

Back at the hotel, Y/N threw her phone on the bed and decided to change and simply settle in for the night. If Harry made it back, he made it back and if he didn’t she’d wake up well rested.

Maybe thirty minutes into scrolling on her phone, Y/N heard a rough knock on her door. She was actually quite surprised that Harry had indeed been back soon. Rising from her snuggled place in the bed, she shifted around her night clothes and padded to her door. There stood, rather hung, a slightly disheveled Harry. His hair was whipped into disaster, something was smudged on his face, and she noticed a stain on his t-shirt that hadn’t been there the last time she’d been with him.

He slurred her name as he stumbled through the doorway. Y/N closed her eyes and sighed in exasperation. She was in awe that somehow Harry hadn’t gotten off his ass in the past hour and a half.

“What happened to not drinking tonight?”

She walked beside him and helped shove him into a sitting position on her bed. He flapped his arms, chaotically trying to get his plaid jacket off. Throwing her phone in the direction of her pillow, she moved to help Harry with his jacket. After quite a bit of strugglings, Y/N finally got the Bode jacket off of him successfully and threw it onto the nearby chair. Sighing, she settled beside him.

“So, Harry, care to explain?”

“Hi, Y/N…” He swayed slightly, attempting to face Y/N more. She threw out a hand to his shoulder, gripping him tightly to try and steady him.

“We went in this limousine, and they had champagne - good champagne - and I drank a bottle or so pretty quickly.”

“Or so? Oh Harry...I mean you’re free to make your own choices, but I don’t know if this was one of your best.”

“Wasn’t...wasn’t my idea. I was planning on just going back to the hotel. Then James convinced me to come out for a bit. Then the champagne was looking good so I went for it.”

“Like I said, you can make your own choices,” she patted his arm and went to the en suite bathroom to wet a washcloth to clean off his face.

“So, is it champagne on your shirt or am I going to have to go through hell to get the stain out?” She called.

Harry groaned and leaned back on the bed, fingering at the crisp white sheets. “Champagne,” he finally muttered as Y/N reappeared into the dim room, only the outside world and the light in the bathroom lighting this area.

“And on the face?”

She climbed onto the bed and kneeled beside Harry’s prone body, beginning to swipe at the smudge on his face. He tilted his head to face her, bringing the cheek with the dirt to lay facing perfectly up. His jawline showed perfectly and she felt the strength that laid beneath the skin she was washing.

His eyes flitted up to her face, trying to stop the spins he was currently experiencing. He hadn’t thought he was that drunk until he had been required to find his way up to their floor on his own.

“Lipstick?”

She sighed, running the washcloth over his cheek once more, and tried to push the image of some woman (or man who wore lipstick, she guessed) with her lips all over Harry’s face. She didn’t want to know who it was or why it was. It was too hard, especially after the day of people asking her about Harry and her relationship and insinuating things about him and his romantic life. She just liked to keep the words Harry and romance apart as much as possible, it made her life easier that way.

“It was only from-”

“It’s ok, Harry, I don’t need to know who you were…” She stopped herself, not even wanting to say ‘kissing’ or ‘snogging’ or even worse ‘shagging’. Adults were human beings and they could do a lot in an hour and a half. And again, she didn’t want to know.

“You keep doing that. Are you mad at me?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Calling me Harry, not ‘H’. Is it because you’re mad at me?”

“No,” she sighed, shifting to sit more casually, “No, I’m not mad at you. I just wasn’t expecting you to show up at my door like this. I try not to worry about you, but then when you show up like this, it kind of affirms I had reason to be concerned.”

She took a hand and smoothed over Harry’s tousled hair, he rolled his head back to face the ceiling. “Like I said, you’re an adult, capable of making his own decisions. And, I am just your stylist. I’m just glad you made it up here and knocked on my door. Probably would have given someone else a fright.”

He laughed, starting to sober up as the spinning in the room stopped. Her hands on his face and hair were soothing and sobering.

“Thank you for caring about me, love. And going beyond being just my stylist, you’re my friend Y/N.”

His eyes flickered shut and Y/N stared at his soothed features. His words were still slurred and she was sure the use of love was just his britishness slipping through his drunken state. The part about being more than a stylist, she tried to push it away, telling herself not to read more into it than her heart would like to. Even though he said she was a friend as well as a stylist and not anything more, it still sent so much joy through her body. He didn’t just see her as a work colleague and he had said it. But in his inebriated state, Y/N didn’t want to take everything he said as gospel.

She moved him up the bed with a little bit of his sleepy self’s help into a more comfortable position. It was pretty late now and she wasn’t going to kick him out. It would have been rude and unkind and that were two things Y/N rarely was. She went and grabbed the extra blanket from the cabinet and draped it over Harry’s large body for extra warmth since he refused to get under the covers. She also slipped off his boots and stained shirt per his request before getting into the other side of the bed and falling asleep.

She awoke to a shifting body beside her and she sat up confused as to who it could be. Quickly, Harry showing up drunk at her door came flooding back and she turned to look at the groaning Harry beside her. His arm was thrown over his face as he moaned, just waking up as well and experiencing the first bits of his hangover. This was going to be a long day.

“Hullo,” his voice was especially low, groggy and hoarse from the night before. He peaked over at her from behind the crook of his elbow. His eyelids barely open and his eyelashes weighing them down so much so that she could barely see his sleepy jade eyes.

“Good morning, H. Have a nice rest?” Y/N sat up and began to ready herself for the day, rummaging through her suitcase for an outfit and moving about the room.

Harry’s arms went to his sides as he worked to sit up, eyes following her figure as she moved around, seemingly not groggy very much unlike him. “Erm...I’m sorry for showing up pissed.”

“S’fine, H. Just glad you didn’t end up in a ditch or someone’s bed - someone’s that you might regret…” She barely regards him, throwing a single glance his way before shuffling to the bathroom to change. She knows they’ll be photographed today, it’s almost inevitable right now. Everyone knows Harry is in New York and people are buzzing to see him after his performance last night. She slips on the 70s inspired dress, the v-neck and long sleeves settling perfectly on her frame, it hugs her curves and lands around mid-thigh. Rolling on the bold mustard yellow tights and strapping up the brown leather mary jane heels, she looks herself over in the mirror. She then tries to tame her hair and do the rest of her routine, knowing she needed to get on with the day, shopping first and flying home second. Making sure Harry was okay was also on that list, but she couldn’t pretend like she wasn’t a little disappointed in him after last night.

When she returns, Harry is sitting with his legs hanging off the edge of the bed, head hanging as he’s hunched over himself. “C’mon, you gotta get going, kid. Lots to do today.” She’s pacing over to Harry’s deflated figure to pick him up and prompt him to get moving. When she arrives by his side his head lifts and his now more awake eyes stare up at her.

“I’m sorry for yesterday, really. I mean it.”

“I told you already. It’s fine.”

“It’s not - or it wasn’t. You called me ‘Harry’ last night. I don’t think I’ve heard you call me that to my face since we started working together. I took your answer last night because I was swimming in it, but now, thinking about it. I know you were upset.”

She huffs, taking a seat beside Harry on the bed, choosing to not look at him, slightly confused why she had been so upset and why he was pushing it. “Ok, yeah I was annoyed, but I was also genuinely worried. I didn’t know you could physically get that drunk in that small amount of time. And then you show up at my door with somebody else’s…” Y/N falters, catching her slip up and deciding to fix her gaze on her shoes and their intricate design built into the leather.

“You’re upset that I had lipstick on me?” He’s trying to meet Y/N’s gaze, but her eyes are really interested in her shoes. His tone is confused, he’s trying to understand what’s going on in her mind.

She scoffs, risking a glance to Harry but then returns quickly back to her dress this time. “Please...it was just inconvenient for me, okay? Thought we were going to debrief and stayed up late for you. Then I had to take care of you after you hung out with your famous pals and I had barely even seen you all day. Felt a bit used.”

Harry shifted in the bed, turning to face her by tucking one leg beneath him. He places a hand on hers that was placed on the end of her dress. Her eyes finally meet with his and she feels her breath slightly catch in her throat. His eyes are piercing, his gaze intense, maybe even a tinge of anger. “Y/N, I would never have come to your room if I even had an inkling that this would be how you’d interpret it . Even though I was drunk, I wanted to see you, that’s why I came up here, because I wanted to be with my friend, one of my best friends, not because I just needed some pushover to care for me.”

She sighs, feeling icky still about the whole situation. She sometimes found herself in fights that she never intended, she wished she hadn’t said anything at all. But she also knew that wasn’t healthy either. Flipping her hand, she intertwines her fingers with Harry’s and smiles for the first time that morning. His expression softens at it. “Look, I’m sorry too, H. It honestly wasn’t that big of a deal, but I appreciate that you’re such a great guy and boss to want to truly apologize and make sure I’m comfortable and happy… Oh, and I promise I’ll never call you anything but H from here on out - unless you tell me otherwise.”

He cackles unabashedly at her words, before suddenly clutching at his temple with his free hand. “Fuckin’ hangover,” he mumbles. She smiles and stands up, beginning to throw his shirt and shoes from the end of the bed at him, “You need to get ready. Go pop some advil or whatever. My flights at 5 so we haven’t got all day, H.”

“There she is,” Harry grins, beginning to put back on the stained ‘Sex’ shirt.

As he hustles out of the room, shoes in hand, she calls to him one last request, “When you’re in fresh clothes make sure you bring me that stained shirt. Gonna have to spot clean it when I’m back in London!”

“Of course! And we’ll debrief as we shop, yeah?”

“Yes!”

The two of them were shouting to each other as the door continued to close on them. Chuckling to herself, she begins to pack up her room, knowing she had to check out before they left. Her spirits already lifted, she doesn’t even notice as she throws Harry’s forgotten Bode jacket into her suitcase with some other items that had been on her chair. She wouldn’t notice it until she was back in London unpacking from the trip.

Shutting the case, she springs back up from her crouched position and walks to look in the full length mirror again. Her fingers run the length of her dress, leafing over the slightly darker brown embroidered flowers that were woven into the tan fabric. She squints as she turns sideways and pops a heel up behind her. It looks good, but something is missing. Rummaging through her carry-on she pulls out her old butterfly bandana she used as a head scarf and begins to fix it into place on her head. Placing large sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, she feels like the look is complete and gives herself some poses in the mirror; a peace sign, an air kiss, a Marilyn Monroe. She laughs at herself.

A knock on the door shakes her from her childish fun. Straightening up, Y/N saunters over to the door, swinging it open with ease. “H?”

“You ready?” Harry stands in a fresh pair of Marni trousers paired with a striped orange and mauve Marni sweater. He, like Y/N, had this thing about wearing the brand you planned to shop at. He didn’t always stick to his rule, but he usually didn’t like to wear Gucci when he shopped at Gucci.

“Yeah, just need to check out and drop my baggage at the front to be held for later.” Y/N slips through the door and notes how his outfit compliments hers. She wouldn’t mention it, but it's something to think about since he had known what she was wearing. She wasn’t sure why she noticed things like that, if asked, her answer would probably be that it was the stylist in her, just her job.

Stepping out of a black town car on the side street next to Gucci to go in the side entrance would never get old for Y/N. She had never really enjoyed the idea of fame, but from a young age she had known she wanted to be able to afford the finer things in life. Going into the Gucci store now, especially with Harry, was like going to the candy store once you’re a grown up and can buy whatever you want rather than what your parents will allow you to.

Today, Harry and Y/N didn’t have as much time as they would usually like to spend in the store, but they were just happy to be doing what they loved. Y/N had been ecstatic to find out Harry found shopping to be an essential part of his life and that he liked to do his outfit shopping in person rather than online. Trying on clothes and picking out things you liked just was so much more fulfilling when you were in the physical store. Then make that all happen with Harry Styles as the buyer, then it was a real party. The stores liked to pull out their Champagne and clear the store to allow him privacy, specifically when it was for clothes for projects under wraps. In the beginning of her employment, it was only ever Harry who would do the trying on of clothes, but as the two of them got acquainted and comfortable with each other, she found herself trying things Harry would pick out for her. At first, she would veto some items saying they were too expensive for her, but eventually she learned that her new salary covered whatever it was. She had always enjoyed designer labels and choosing to be a stylist meant she had nice clothes, but only working for Harry had caused her closet to double in size and triple in value.

“So we are looking for some trousers today,” she tells the worker at the store, reminding them of what she had already called ahead about. The employee nods and proceeds to lead them into the room where they had laid out an assortment of pants for Harry to pick from.

“What do you think of these?” Harry walks out and strikes a pose, popping one of his hips to the side and his hands on his hips. The pants strain around his thighs, but fit practically perfectly everywhere else. His slim waist is perfectly encircled by the fabric and he’s decided the sweater he was wearing didn’t match them and he’d rather go shirtless. This choice technically should allow her to solely focus on the pants, but it actually makes her focus that much more diverted. She makes a spinning motion with her pointer finger as she purses her lips. He takes a quick spin and the boot cut slightly flares with his movement. The pants are a dark brown with a single plaid crossing in a lighter brown. They are only lightly flared, which she prefered to the extreme flare that some of Harry’s suits had. She narrows her eyes at the pants to keep her gaze from shifting to the taut muscles of Harry’s arms and torso or the dark ink that licked over his skin in the beautiful designs of his choice.

“They’re nice,” she pulls up a picture of the top part of the outfit he was planning on wearing, “Do you think they match with this though?” Harry walks over to her seated position and bends to look at her phone. His skin radiates heat and the smell of his cologne and she sniffles slightly with her sensitive nose. His eyes flicker to her face when he notices her little noise, but returns to looking at the phone when she doesn’t spare him a glance. She felt his gaze on her, but couldn’t bring herself to look from the phone. She knew his proximity would make it even harder for her to keep her eyes off his naked torso. The expensive smell of Harry mixed with the expensive smell of the store was a lot to handle.

“Yeah...no. You think they’re not right,” she widens her eyes at Harry’s words when he pulls away. He turns to the mirror in the open dressing room and fiddles with the waistline of the pants. “I agree,” he finishes before stalking back into the room and shutting the heavy velvet curtain that worked as the door to it.

He tries on five more pairs of trousers and finally settles on two pairs for the two different listening parties. A heavier, wool-tweed pair that was dark brown and then a lighter brown tweed pair. He was still in the lighter pants as he stared into the mirror. He beckoned to Y/N, and she quickly set down the flute of Champagne she had been sipping at lazily as he admired himself.

“Is it possible for you to take it in a bit more,” he says in a hushed tone to her, not wanting the workers to overhear. They were helpful but if they overheard they would wait for the store to tailor the trousers and he preferred for Y/N to do it. He rubs at the waistline again and she moves closer, her hands going to his sides. Her fingertips graze the naked skin above the trousers and Harry shivers at the coldness of the new touch. She ghosts softly over the waistline herself and smooths the fabric until she’s pinching a small amount on each side. She hums, pulling back from Harry and looking at the fit of them now, examining whether that makes them look better.

Then she nods and smiles up at Harry, “Ever the slender waist,” he grins right back as she admires him. She knew how much he liked praise and she was happy to give it to him, especially when he was so deserving. “I’d say size down, but then your thighs and bum might strain the fabric too much.” His face turns to a smirk as she blushes at her words. She releases the fabric and takes a hand to pat Harry’s smooth chest before walking back to her seat on the lovely couch.

“You sure you don’t want to try anything on, Y/N? Saw some killer boots when we walked in that screamed you.” Harry calls from behind the curtain, presumably getting redressed. Her laugh comes through the curtain slightly muffled, yet still a sweet melody in Harry’s ears.

“Definitely not now, we’re leaving any minute. Plus, I’ve got plenty of Gucci boots, don’t even show me them or I’ll be tempted.”

His laughter rings through the curtains, loud and unrestrained. She smiles to herself, unable to discourage the pleasure that weaves through her at the sound. His presence in all the different ways she experienced it was instantly comforting.

When she arrives back to her London flat, she practically flops on her couch once she’s inside the door. Her luggage forgotten at the door, as she shrugs off her coat. It was around 7 am because she had chosen to take the red eye for some reason. She groaned as she thought about the day ahead of her. Even though Harry was halfway across the globe, she still had plenty of work to do. She had to finalize the outfits for the listening parties now that they had the pants to complete the looks. Then she had to start thinking about Harry’s December appearances. She had sent ahead his Late Late outfits that he had needed in Los Angeles for the pre-filming, but she still had to deal with the outfits for the live part of the show.

Today, she was set to go pick up the other pieces needed for the listening parties as well as items for the Graham Norton Show and Jingle Ball. She was most excited for her travels because that meant looking at brand new clothes that were perfect and gorgeous. She also knew she needed to spot clean Harry’s shirt, which didn’t spark as much joy in her tired mind.

The idea of the shirt staining with alcohol was what brought her out of her snuggling with her comfy couch. Sure, it couldn’t get that bad, but still she was a worrier and it would pain her if the iconic shirt got ruined. She padded back over to her luggage, now without her jacket or shoes. Her major suitcase got flipped on its side and she began to unzip it. It came open easily seeing as it was stuffed with her clothes and various items. She had to rummage a minute for Harry’s shirt that seemed to have run away inside the bag. Finally, the large white shirt made itself known and she grasped it happily.

As she looked over the stain near the collar of the shirt, her eyes traveled to a piece of fabric peeking out of her suitcase. It was a familiar blue, cream and white. A specific fabric she would never misplace, would never not recognize. Harry’s plaid Bode jacket. It was iconic and she loved it, but why did she have it in her suitcase. She definitely didn’t mean to have it, it’s genuinely just one of Harry’s jackets so it wouldn’t make sense for her to bring it back with the show's wardrobe. She tries to think back to yesterday, when she was still in New York. Thinking about why she would have it, she places the memories of Harry coming to her room, taking off his coat, and accidentally leaving it in her room all fit together. She must have just absentmindedly placed it in her suitcase without even realizing. She’s sure Harry wouldn’t mind, she’d shoot him a text, though, to tell him she had it. So he wouldn’t worry about whether he’d lost it or not.

When she gets ready for the day, she finds herself being drawn to blue and cream. Her outfit is understated and she just knows the jacket would finish the look. She loved that jacket and now that she had it, would it be a big deal if she wore it out. She figured it was fine. After she grabbed her purse, keys, and other essentials, she slipped on the coat. Harry was very broad shouldered and it hung oversized on her. She loved the look and snapped a selfie in the mirror before she headed out. While it felt a little narcissistic to constantly take photos of herself, she felt like as a stylist it was important to document her looks just as much as she documented her clients.

What she didn’t think about is just how much the rest of the world liked to document her client and those who were seen with her client. She didn’t think about how she had just been seen with Harry yesterday. That thought didn’t even cross her mind as she walked around the streets of London picking up her work. As she saw some photographers out and about (whom she assumed were for famous celebrities, not her). How it might seem with her wearing the Bode jacket Harry had worn on SNL two nights ago. The Bode jacket that there were only two of.

None of it crossed her mind. Not until it was the end of the day and she had a whole slew of texts from Harry’s manager. A few from Harry, and others but the other fifteen were solely from Jeff. She was a bad texter so as she walked into her flat and finally looked at her phone after putting down all of her garment bags her eyes went wide.

Please tell me you’re not out in London right now!

What are you wearing??

That cannot be Harry’s jacket Y/N

Seriously?

Please call me.

CALL ME. NOW.

- All from Jeff.

She grimaced. The others from her friends including Harry would have to be ignored right now. Even if Harry was her boss, Jeff was who she had to deal with when it came to public appearances and it didn’t seem like she could get around this one. Normally, she never had to deal with him, but it seems today wasn’t normal.

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A/N Hey guys so sorry for a late update but here we are!!!! The last part of the series! I really enjoyed writing this one and I hope you guys enjoyed as well! Let me know what you guys think please and also also also thank you for reading!🥰🥰🥰

Side note: I’ll come back and edit my brain hurts

Harry is engaged and having a baby but Y/N is just his best friend’s little sister.

Today’s warning: We are anticipating some heavy smut in this last part. Please prepare for a spitting, spanking, choking, and hair pulling kink, Male receives oral, unprotected sex and just shit like that y’know? I think there is begging in here too LOL OMG they almost had sex outside again but that’s just so inappropriate but yeah... I think that’s all. Oh yes, Y/N rides and just loves being a horny mess hehehe

Word Count: 11k // Masterlist // one and done PLAYLIST / Part 1 / Part 2

��If there was one thing Y/N was excited about… it was her last summer of high school. As she reflected on her junior year, she was happy Harry and her were finally in a place where she could just reach out to him and be comfortable. Although they didn’t have labels, it was the last thing on their minds as they spent most of their free time together away from Ryan and any other nosy classmate of theirs. Harry also spoke about long roadtrips. Despite him staying home for college, he was excited to drive his girl to different campuses and check out new destination sites around the many different cities.

They were optimistic they would stay together in the summer yet here they are spending it apart.

Y/N was in her bedroom sitting on the floor wearing Harry’s sweater as she was staring at the pile of scattered clothes on the floor. It was July 6th and even after a month of grieving for her broken heart, she managed to still wear her ex’s sweater… only because it was the sole object that made her feel like what they had was real.

They were so on and off throughout the year and the one time they managed to stick together, it was all washed away. Too many signs telling them they were not meant to be.

But that’s the truth. Y/N thinks to herself as she wipes away a new coming tear falling down her face. Harry and her are not the cliché plot of dating your brother’s best friend. Their relationship was based on lust and ended with unrequited feelings. They are not soulmates. Y/N rests her head against the back of her bed. No matter how much you try to fight it, if you are not meant to be… that’s it.

“Are you okay?” Ryan stops by her doorway with a plate of late dinner. He was also blatantly oblivious to the fact his little sister was wearing a sweater of his best friend’s.

“Yeah, why do you ask?” She stares at him with an unamused expression on her face. Her room was a mess, her head was in places where it shouldn’t be and her heart just felt broken.

“You’ve been in a pissed off mood since last month.” he genuinely states as he walks into his little sister’s room. Maybe before he wouldn’t bother to ask Y/N how she was but the truth is, he is leaving soon and he’s a bit worried with the way Y/N has been taking care of herself.

“Is it that obvious?” Y/N sarcastically laughs as she throws some clothes away for Ryan to sit on her bed. He places his plate on her desk and takes her offer as he looks around the floor.

“You haven’t left the house nor have I seen Ness around.”

“I haven’t really been speaking to her.”

“Oh so you guys fought?”

“No, we didn’t. I just haven’t really been feeling social.”

“Y/N, you know you can talk to me right?”

“I know.” Y/N bites the inside of her cheek knowing full well that she’s lying.

“Will you be coming to the party tomorrow night?” Oh, that’s right. It’s Harry and Carla’s engagement party.

“That’s why I’m cleaning out my closet.” Ryan laughs a bit as he stands up and pats her head.

“You don’t have to impress anyone. You’re not the one getting married.” Y/N feels her throat tighten a bit as she watches him leave her room with his plate. She lets out a sigh before rubbing her face in frustration. If she had the choice, she wouldn’t go but that would also show Harry that she cares more than he thinks. It’s been a month and she had to prove that she was over him and over the deal.

After a couple hours of sulking on her bedroom floor, she finally stands up and takes off his sweater. In the corner of her room is a cardboard box of clothes that were to be packed away and stored in the attic. Without hesitation, she throws the piece of clothing and carries on with her night.

“Y/N, you look beautiful sweetheart.” Her mom waits for her at the bottom of the stairs. The sun was just about to set and it was also time for their family to drive to Carla’s home for the party everyone has been anticipating.

“Thank you.” Y/N musters a smile as she glances at herself in the mirror one more time before heading out to the car. Her mom was honestly surprised her daughter was all dressed up for the party tonight, there was something off about her but today, it felt like she had a piece of her daughter back again. Saying nothing out loud, she locks the front door and walks with the young girl towards the vehicle.

Truth be told last night before Y/N fell asleep, she knew today would be her biggest performance. All she knew is that she couldn’t wait for this day to end so she can go back and hide in her room.

“Hey mate.” Harry smirks as he offers a hug to Ryan. The party had just begun and Harry waited outside the house to wait for his best man to arrive. He was shitting his pants at the moment and the only thing that would make him feel a bit more comfortable at his own party is if Ryan was by his side -like the usual.

“I can’t believe you’re getting married, Haz.” Ryan tries to hide his disappointment in front of his family. Y/N and her parents stood behind him waiting for the duo to greet each other first. “I thought we would enjoy our bachelor era a bit you know… longer.” Harry tries to laugh as he makes eye contact with the pretty girl. Once the two pull away, he awkwardly laughs and greets Ryan’s parents.

“Carla is it for me man.” Harry tucks his hands inside the pockets of his trousers. “We’ve been together since grade school, I guess it’s time I tie her down to me forever.” Y/N’s mom laughs and pats his shoulder. The five began to walk to the backyard as she spoke up.

“Forget Ryan, I think you two make a lovely couple and are honest soulmates.” Harry glances at her and flashes a small smile. He thought having Ryan here would make him feel more comfortable but there was only one thought that was processing in his head as they walked the stoned pathway.

This engagement made him feel ten thousand times much worse knowing his in-law family wouldn’t be Ryan’s because the truth is there wouldn’t be anything much better than to have Y/N and Ryan’s parents as his too.

“Hi.” Carla approaches them with a warm smile on her face. The nude slim dress was impressive on her, especially as it made the diamond on her finger stand out more. She casually wraps her arm around Harry's waist as she takes a sip of the mango smoothie in her other hand. Although the smile on her face seemed genuine, Y/N wanted nothing more than to punch the girl’s face. If Harry was a jealous asshole, Y/N was much worse. Keep it together Y/N, please you don’t care. You don’t care.

That was the whole idea for the night anyway. Y/N has barely spoken a word since her father parked the car on the side of the road. She was even the last one to exit the vehicle because in all honesty, she didn’t want to unbuckle her seatbelt. Now, She stands beside her dad once again, shying away from the hosts of the party. Although her mom made her feel beautiful today, there was nothing more than to stand in front of the prettiest girl who has constantly been chosen over her.

“Thank you guys for coming. I’m so happy to meet you all.” Carla smiles as she turns her attention on Harry. She was happy and excited about their future. This whole night felt like a fever dream. Once more she looks at Ryan’s family and speaks up. “There’s a table for your family and dinner will be served out soon. I hope you guys enjoy” She rests her head on her fiancé but notices Y/N staring at her heels. “Are you okay Y/N? You seem a bit off.” And that statement was coming from a concerned person who was genuinely curious if the acquainted junior she got to know this year was alright. Y/N gulps as she makes eye contact with Carla. She was also very careful not to look at Harry.

“Ignore her. She’s been like that for a couple of weeks.” Ryan laughs as he turns around and glances at his sister. “This is your night but I still am wondering why you guys are getting married next month.”

Carla awkwardly smiles and waits for Harry to respond first yet she notices his eyes stay focused on his best friend’s little sister. “We just thought we should get the wedding out of the way before university starts.” Carla squeezes his palm for him to reply to.

“Don’t worry Ryan. I’m sure we’ll do everything we planned to do.” Harry smirks as he turns his back around to the music that just started to play. “Let’s walk you guys to your table, I believe the party is just about to actually begin.”

Throughout the night, Y/N did nothing more than fake a smile and applaud as speakers came to the mic and talked about Carla and Harry’s relationship. Blah blah blah. It was the same old thing really, and if she had the choice deep inside, she would wish she was the one sitting beside Harry talking about other things.

Dessert was finally available and due to the lack of activities and entertainment this party has brought to her, she waited until the line died down before she could carry her plate towards the table. She internally sighed as some of the choices were gone, leaving her to pick up a red velvet cupcake and two french macaroons on the side. Once she arrived back to her seat, her family that stayed back continued to talk about the two lovebirds. Her father and Ryan seemed to be having an amusing conversation as her mother made a new friend from the table beside them. Compliments after compliments was the only topic tonight, she really needed to take a walk around the unfamiliar neighbourhood after this.

“Guys, I’m just going inside to use the bathroom.” Her mom nods and acknowledges Y/N’s statement before turning her back once more to talk to another attendee of the party. Grabbing her purse, she excuses herself from the table and shyly walks around the party and towards the sliding door. Once she’s inside the home however, she ignores all the signs that gesture her towards the bathroom and instead makes her way to the front door. Carla’s home was pretty but not enough for her to stay.

“That’s not the washroom.” Harry speaks out as he walks down the staircase re-adjusting the sleeves of his polo. She realized the navy blue blazer he was wearing earlier today was now resting on the ottoman by the end of the railing.

“I was actually going to go on a walk.” She fixes her gaze on the painting in front of her instead of the boy casually making his way down.

“It’s a bit late, d-don’t you think.” He scratches his nose and picks up the article of clothing on the chair. He couldn’t help but stutter as his eyes followed the pink dress on the pretty girl.

“The neighbourhood seems really nice and I’m sure none of the rich families here are going to kidnap me and lock me in their basement.”

“Here.” She notices him walk towards her offering his blazer. “I would invite myself to walk with you but uh I think people would notice.” He rubs his palm against his neck and looks back at the door where the party is.

“It’s okay.” She shakes her head as she rejects his considerate offer. She continues to unlock the door before looking back at him. “I’ll be back soon. Ryan and my parents think I’m in the washroom. So if they ask, just say you don’t know. Congratulations, by the way.” She gives him a sad smile and walks out the door. He’s left speechless as he finally realizes this might be the last time things will be normal between them. “Fuck it.” He murmurs to himself as he rests the blazer behind his back and walks out the front door as well.

“Why are you following me?’ Y/N turns around carefully as she crosses her arms over her chest to keep herself warm. She was also trying very hard not to fall. Harry’s been distracting her all night, she didn’t realize she was wearing heels despite her goal to go on a night walk.

“Because I can’t let you walk around this neighbourhood by yourself!” Harry raises his voice as he tries to catch up with her. “God, I told you, you would need this.” He thoughtlessly puts the blazers over her shoulders as they walk down the slope.

“I promise you, I am not your responsibility anymore. You don’t have to be concerned about my whereabouts.” Y/N murmurs as she accepts the fabric and hugs it around her frame. Harry couldn’t help but look away from her as he heard that statement. Before everything went crumbling down, he used to pick her up and know every update from her. He used to watch out for her and just be there for her but even now, it was no longer okay.

“Who’s going to watch over you when I’m gone.” His voice is a bit more quieter now as they exit Carla’s neighbourhood.

“I don’t know. I always expected you were going to stay.” She glances at him before walking ahead of him.

“I know you’re mad and I’m sorry I had to put you through a lot.” He pulls her wrist to make her stop walking.

“How can I not be mad, Harry?” She closes her eyes, trying to not let the new formed tears in her eyes show. “You constantly choose Carla and the moment you finally break up with her. I get you and then you what… ghost me, break up with me? I don’t hear from you for 2 months only to find out you’re engaged! Fuck you.” She quickly wipes away a tear from her face. “God, I- You cheated on me! Didn’t you?”

“Y/N.” His heart beat drops as her voice raises. Never in his life has he seen Y/N this upset.

“No. It makes sense. Carla is barely even showing yet. It’s been three months and you…” She steps away from him and looks around. “I don’t know -you didn’t even have the audacity to tell me you don’t like me anymore.”

“I didn’t know how to react when you told me that.”

“Well you did.. You ignored my calls and continued to see Ryan.” She shrugs her shoulders and sarcastically laughs. “It’s fine. Now that I think about it, maybe I said it in the heat of the moment.”

“I know I messed up.” He bites his lip and runs his hand through his hair. “I don’t know why I reacted like that. Carla has always been so familiar to me… and with you, I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before.”

“Like what?” The monotone question rolls off the tip of her tongue.

“The fear I guess. I’m scared of losing Ryan, your family and um, you.” He clears his throat. “It’s just there’s so much on the line when it comes to you and me. Maybe if I tried harder, we wouldn’t be here right now but we are.”

“Well if it makes you feel better,” She takes a pause and stares directly at him. “I didn’t really mean what I said that day. You freaked out on something that was a typical post orgasm statement.” She lies.

“Why are you lying?” He shakes his head in disappointment. “Why are you trying to hurt me? You think this hasn’t been difficult enough.”

“No, I’m not lying. It’s true.” She attempts to walk again but his hand grabs her immediately letting her know, their conversation is not over.

“So you’re saying you don’t love me.”

“No, I don’t love you.”

“Bullshit!”

“Harry, I don’t even owe you an explanation!” and sometimes when you force yourself to lie too much, you begin to cry. “Fuck.” He immediately hugs her as she cries on his shoulder. “I don’t think we should do this.”

“I could never leave you alone, you know that right?” He whispers in her ear as he wraps his arms tighter around her frame.

“You have to. We can’t do this.” Y/N repeats herself as she tries to pull away. His scent is just so fucking intoxicating. It was his scent that made her drastically attached to him and now she knew like from the start, it was time to go.

“If my wishes came true, it would’ve been you.” He tries to keep her in his embrace. He was rambling at this point but he had no idea what his goal was. Is he trying to persuade her to stay or to let her go?

“You made your choices, Harry. All you have to do is lie in it.” She pulls away and wipes away her tears. “We’re just these high schoolers that found a loophole in our deal. Carla though, she has always been the one for you.”

“You’re right though. I- I guess I always choose her in the end.”

“Make her happy H.” She gives a sad smile and shrugs her shoulders. Despite wanting to punch her face, Y/N knew the look in her eyes as she watched Harry. Carla was always madly in love with him and forever will be.

Harry and Y/N were just a glitch in the system.

“I hope I see you again. Maybe Christmas huh?” He looks down at his shoes as the girl gives him back his blazer.

“Maybe Christmas.” And without a word, Y/N walks back to the house leaving Harry to walk around the neighbourhood himself.

Harry and Carla had just gotten married and on the night of their reception, they announced their pregnancy. Y/N was there. She witnessed the smile on Ryan’s face, on her parents’ face and on Harry’s. Everyone was happy except for her.

The night left her to play with the food on her plate as it was her only source of entertainment. Broccoli grouped with the carrots suddenly being grouped with the steak. How about we make a snowman? To be honest, moping a bit too much at the event left her clueless to the fact the groom has been watching her all night.

It wasn’t a choice for him. Of course, he looked at other guests and spoke to Carla throughout the night but for some reason as he mindlessly ate his food and restated his vows to his wife, Y/N was the only thing his eyes could focus on. He’s been looking for her face in every room for a year and to be exact, nothing about his feelings has changed -Except tonight was the last day, he would ever feel like this again.

There were only three rules Harry gave himself tonight.

Rule 1: Don’t try and make conversation with Y/N.

Rule 2: Don’t beat the guy who offers her a dance.

Last but not least, Rule 3: Don’t tell her you love her.

And it was a success because he watched her walk out with an unfamiliar guy and come back with a flushed neck and red cheeks. He knew she totally got fucked in the washroom and all he did was take a sip of his glass as the fist on his lap began to form once again.

It’s been a week since and her whole house is a mess. She has been currently helping her brother move his things to the moving truck they rented. Her little grieving process was cut short due to the fact, things around her started to change so quickly. Ryan was on his way out of here. Harry and Carla were probably on an island, trying to make another sub baby and Ness started to come by more often.

The thing about her best friend is that Nessa understands space but she won’t let Y/N peacefully sulk for more than a month. To successfully distract her, the duo have been taking road trips around the cities and visiting different campuses together. Although it was an old plan of her and Harry’s, Y/N couldn’t help but feel delighted to have Ness back once again.

She cleaned out her room and removed all her old soccer trophies because for some odd reason, they reminded her of Harry. She even went to the measures of blocking his number and deleting pictures from their past dates off her phone.

She knew she wasn’t ready to let him go but he was now married, living in a new city with his own family. There was no other choice but to forget this shit happened.

Senior year was just about to begin for Y/N and if there was one thing she needed, it was a fresh start. No love interests, no heartbreaks. Just fun experiences before she leaves this hell hole.

After all, if you never bleed, you’re never going to grow.

3 years later…

“You’re going to be fucking late.” Ness throws a pillow at her best friend as she enters the room. “You have that plane to catch.”

“Fuck, what time is it.” Y/N murmurs as she could feel some drool on her pillow case.

“10:30.”

“Fuck!” She sits up immediately and grabs her phone. Her flight is leaving in an hour and God knows the traffic in Seattle. “Why didn’t you wake me up sooner!”

“Because your lazy ass wouldn’t wake up.” Ness walks out of the room and drinks her coffee. She was totally unfazed about her best friend panicking. “Relax.” Y/N gives her a death glare in return as she brushes her teeth in the kitchen. The two were very used to each other since they’ve not only been best friends for a long time but also roommates after moving to a new city.

“My brother’s wedding is in two days and I’m not even there yet.”

“Tell Ryan to choke for not inviting me, by the way.” Ness scrolls though the news feed on her phone as she casually bites into her bagel.

“Okay, I think I have everything.” Y/N walks out of her room in tights and an oversized sweater. “I really have to go.”

“You’re going to see him again, you know that right?” Ness really didn’t want to be the one to bring him up again but shit, Y/N looked like a dead zombie.

“It’s fine.” Y/N shrugs her shoulders. She couldn’t care less if she sees Harry again. “The last time I saw him, Carla and him were acting like total love birds at my mom and dad’s thanksgiving party.”

“That was like two years ago.” Ness tries to contain her laugh as she remembers their new pet names. Honey bunny and sweet treat. Oh to be in the honeymoon phase once again.

“Don’t think I forgot what you used to call Tom.” Y/N laughs as she rolls her luggage to the door.

“Shut up.” Nessa’s eyes widen as she throws a crumb at her. “That’s why I broke up with him.”

“Yeah, yeah. You better answer my call okay?”

“Yes babe, I know. I love you, take care!”

“Bye!”

And after the long haul of successfully boarding the plane, Y/N had five hours before she could finally see Ryan and his soon to be bride in Boston.

She was definitely nervous. The last wedding she attended was Harry’s and she knew full well how she badly coped with that. Not to mention how she calculated her schedule so she could “accidently” miss Ryan’s engagement party. Truth is, she doesn’t care about Harry but if there was any way she could try and dodge another awkward encounter...that’s what living in another city is for.

He also wasn’t really an ex but just a person in her life who managed to make her happy and sad at the same time. James had no idea who he was since she believed it was best to make that portion of her adolescence a secret. Just buried along with the other dreams she used to have.

After watching two movies and playing a random phone game, the plane finally landed. Y/N managed to brush her teeth and make herself look a bit more presentable after a heated run out of her apartment. Once she was at the pick up centre to grab her luggage, her heart beat began to increase signaling that she failed to neutralize her anxiety. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead as she walked past the crowd of people. There was a constant voice in her head screaming at her to tell Ryan her flight just got cancelled. Unfortunately, Ryan was on time as she could picture his figure right outside the window of the airport.

“Hey.” Ryan smiles as he gives his little sister a hug. He saw her a couple months ago but time still makes everything different. He’s happy his sister is finally here.

“Hi.” Y/N tucks a piece of hair behind her ear as the wind blows by them. “I see you got a nice haircut.”

“I did.” Ryan laughs as he carries his sister’s suitcase into his trunk.

“I can’t believe you’re getting married Ry! I swear to god, it was only yesterday you were complaining to Harry about his wedding.” Y/N squints her eyes due to the sun shining directly at her. She uses her hand to cover the side of her face as she lets out a joke,“Are you sure about her?”

“Meghan? Absolutely.” Ryan shuts the door as they stand there. “ I didn’t know what Haz was talking about when he told me he wanted to marry Carla but shit, when I met Meghan… I-”

“You’re whipped more than ever.” She smiles as she notices her brother’s cheeks flush. She tried to change the topic immediately after her brother said his name. “I knew Cassidy wasn’t the one.”

“Sure you did.” Ryan rolls his eyes as they sit in his car. “How about you? Any new updates?”

“No not really.” Y/N shrugs her shoulders as she puts on her seatbelt. “James and I have been together for a year now which is crazy-”

“I wish the guy could have come to the wedding, didn’t know how serious you guys were.”

“Honestly, if he didn’t have that internship at the hospital, I would’ve tried and persuaded him some more.”

“It’s okay.” Ryan laughs as he shakes his head. “Meghan found you a date already and I’m sure you’re going to be okay with it.” Y/N eyes widen.

“I was going to go stag.” She looks out the window in disbelief. It wasn’t her fault, her boyfriend was trying to get into medical school.

“Don’t worry sis. It’s a platonic date -that’s all it is going to be.” Ryan reassures her as he drives out of the parking lot.

“Let me tell James. Just in case, he might get jealous.” She pulls out her phone. “Who is this guy anyway?”

“I’m not telling you but who knows, James might fly over here just so you don’t go with a random guy.” Ryan smirks as he exits the highway.

“Who is he?”

“It’s a surprise.” Ryan tries to hide his laugh.

“Does he know you’re setting me up with him.”

“Please.” Her brother scoffs. “The guy is always too nice, he offered first.”

“Well, shit then.”

“You’ll get to know him before the wedding I promise. At least, you have company other than mom and dad.”

“So you’re going to let a random guy just sit at our table?”

“You have no idea.” And truth be told, Y/N wasn’t worried about the date Ryan and Meghan set up for her. Maybe it was one of Meghan’s family members who thought she was still single. It didn’t matter though because this event was for her brother and that’s all that was important.

“Oh my god!” Ryan and Y/N’s mother stood outside the house waiting at the driveway for them to arrive.

“Hi mom!” Y/N gives her a warm hug. “I missed you, where’s dad?”

“He’s inside with-”

“Y/N.” Y/N’s dad steps through the doorframe and meets Y/N at the steps for a hug as well. She knew her father couldn’t walk that much due to his recent hip surgery. What she didn't expect however, was for Harry to be following right behind him. “I missed you darling.”

“Hi dad I missed you more, I didn’t know Harry was here.” Y/N backs away and turns her back to look at Ryan. He didn’t seem surprised at all as he carried her luggage towards them.

“Hey.” Harry offers a small wave, seeming too quiet. He kept his hands behind his back as he observed the girl in front of him. It’s been two years and a lot has changed. Y/N thought he would still have his long hair yet it is very evident, he had a haircut as well. He also seemed much more muscular as well as the new addition of tattoos on his arm. While she stared at him, she didn’t realize Harry was noticing all the different features she had too. Her hair was longer and darker and she carried a different aura than before. She didn't look like the girl whose bedroom he used to sneak into.

“Hi Harry.” Y/N didn’t know how to start a conversation with him.

“I guess you met your date.” Ryan walks ahead of them and laughs as he continues to bring in the bags.

“Harry's my date?” Y/N asks in shock as she follows him behind. Her mom slaps her arm as Harry and their dad follow.

“Don’t act offended, You’ve known Harry since you were a kid.”

“Aren’t you married though.” Y/N turns her back and looks at Harry before facing the front again as she suddenly became distracted by the house’s decorations.

“I actually got divorced.” Harry bites his tongue right after.

“See, now look what you did. You embarrassed the young boy.” Y/N’s mom rubs his back as she murmurs to him. “I’m sorry, Haz.”

“Oh, it’s okay.” He shakes his head, trying to act as if the topic didn’t make him feel uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry too.” Y/N finally looks at him once more. “I had no idea.”

“It’s been a year. That’s what happens when you marry too young.” He laughed it off but everyone ignored that statement as they all knew there was a deeper cut in his heart.

When Carla was around 5 months, she had a miscarriage and although, they claimed they would try again… there was no new announcement after that.

“Y/N, this is your room.” Ryan tries to change the topic as he scratches his head.

“Thank you.” She steps inside for a bit of privacy after a long flight. Ryan and Harry along with her parents went back to the living room to go and continue their movie.

Today is Ryan’s wedding and the house was giving her many little flashbacks of Harry’s. The family was in this foreign home and was still running around getting ready. Her mother was screaming at her dad as he decided last minute to steam his suit. Ryan and Meghan were gone which left Harry and Y/N the only victims to her mother’s loudness. The two kept quiet as her mother ran around the house doing her hair and calling relatives for updates. Y/N managed to be ready on time so it let her sit on the couch looking at the photos in which mehgan has framed around the room.

“Your dad said I should drive you to the venue now. I think they’re definitely running late.” Harry speaks up after two days of ignoring her. The truth is last night when he went to the kitchen he saw Y/N sitting down on one of the counters and maybe if it was three years ago, he would’ve spoken to her but something about now told him to go back to his bedroom. He used to feel comfortable around her but now he’s walking around her as if he was on eggshells. He was so fucking nervous.

“Okay.” She agrees with him. Harry was the best man and she didn’t want him to be late because of her parents. Y/N puts her phone in the purse resting on her shoulder as she follows him out of the house. She would’ve been a bit more calm if she didn’t end her call with James midway through their fight.

“Um A-Are you okay?” He opens the door for her as he tries not to check her out. It was definitely difficult however as the way her long hair was styled and the pretty dress she wore. Luckily for Y/N, while Harry was doing some errands at home, she managed to “observe” him in his suit.

“Yeah, I’m good.” She lets out a small smile as she realizes Harry was still driving his car back from high school. You know the vehicle they had sex i-

“Alright.” The man breaks her out of the thought as he starts the car. “I promise tonight isn’t going to be weird around us.”

“Who said it was?”

“I don’t know I guess I just assumed.” He bites his cheek as he glances at her. That’s when the déjà vu hits and he feels like he’s eighteen years old again. She keeps her eyes on the road yet she had no idea that Harry was picturing her seventeen year old self sitting in the seat beside him. One of his favourite memories to be exact.

Flashback*

“So you’re kidnapping me to go camping in the woods.” Y/N smiles as she watches the unfamiliar road in front of them. Harry takes his shades off and passes it to the girl as he notices the sun is shining much more brighter than before.

“Hey, you got permission from your parents.” He smirks at her as he keeps his hand on the gear stick.

“They think I’m sleeping over at Nessa’s.” Y/N laughs as she puts on the shades and looks at him. His cheeks turn red as he catches the sight of the pretty girl wearing everything of his.

“Is little Y/N scared of the dark?” His hand smoothly travels to her thigh.

“I am not.” Y/N chokes on her breath. It was bad enough Harry looked so hot whilst he was driving.

“I think you are.” He notices her breathing becoming a bit more short. “You and me in a tent alone in the dark.” His hand goes a bit more south, gipping her inner thigh.

“I have a surprise for you.” She blurts out. She was also seconds close to making Harry pull over to the side of the road.

“And what is that?”

“I’ve been wearing a plug and I’m ready.” The speed of the car increases a bit as he mindlessly presses his foot to the sound of her voice. He looks at her one more time before taking over the car in front of them.

“Fuck then. My baby once again proves that she isn’t as innocent as I thought.”

End of flashback*

The venue was beautiful. Ryan and Meghan chose this beautiful garden that had tulips growing everywhere. The white gazebo was obviously where the wedding would take place as the reception was only a stoned pathway ahead. Since Harry was the best man and Y/N was his date, she managed to follow him around the place as he spoke to the event planner and the maid of honour. She had a whole tour of the location as Harry spoke about the party’s process to her. Not only that, but he was an amazing date -he kept his hand on her back and introduced her to people she didn’t know.

Currently, she was sitting on the bench watching Harry talk to some familiar faces. They seemed like a few boys Ryan and he would hang out with back in high school. She was mindlessly watching him laugh and smile throughout the conversation until she didn’t realize he was already staring at her. After excusing himself, he walked back towards her.

“I’m sorry, If I’m boring yeh.” Harry rubs his neck as he sits down beside her. The wedding was about to start in a couple of hours.

“No, you’re not.” Y/N laughs as she keeps her eyes on the lake behind him. She suddenly remembers their camping trip. She shakes her head at the thought and shrugs her shoulders. “How are you feeling?”

“About the wedding?” He pulls down the sleeves of his dark grey suit. She nods her head and waits for him to continue. “I’m happy Ryan is marrying Meghan. It’s funny how he thought he would stay single for long.”

“I remember him telling you that when you were engaged.” She bites the inside of her cheek. She definitely just put her foot in her mouth again. She was definitely known for that but Harry didn’t seem fazed at all about her statement.

“I mean don’t get me wrong, Weddings are a bit difficult to attend at the moment just because I know mine didn’t end well but um…” He clears his throat and faces himself more towards her. “I also got married knowing I wasn’t really in love with the girl.” Y/N finally looks at him as she watches the familiar green eyes say the truth.

“I know.” She nods her head again. “Things are different now and I hope you do find the girl that you are 100% about.”

“Yeah.” He looks at the patch of flowers in front of them. He would tell her what he thinks but he knows she’s dating someone.

“Let’s go check out your brother.” Harry stands up and offers his hand out. “I’m sure he’s wondering where we are.”

And so the event continued. Y/N’s parents arrived and so did the other guests. The beautiful girl in her wedding dress walked down the aisle and Harry couldn’t keep his eyes off the girl sitting in the crowd.

It was simple for him, he knows he’s not over her but he wouldn’t tell her that.

Would he tell her that he started coming home more after Carla’s miscarriage in hope of seeing her? No.

He definitely can’t tell her that he was hurt. He would come over to their house only to find out she wasn’t home or when he found out she was moving to Seattle for college.

After the past two years, Ryan briefly mentions her and James and he felt like he no longer had a chance. At least with her.

So standing beside Ryan as his best man felt like a total shot in the heart because Harry knew he wasted his time and lost the girl as well.

Y/N catches his eyes watching her and just for a moment, she wished things were different too.

When the reception started, Harry and Y/N along with her parents sat at one of the tables close to the bride and groom

The hosts were right however, as Harry fit perfectly with the family. Throughout dinner, he made jokes and started conversing with her parents more than she thought. Although he gave her some attention, he didn’t fail to compliment her mother as well.

The two sat together eating dessert as he leaned over to whisper something in her ear. “I’ll let you have a bite out of my brownie if I can steal a bite from your cake.” Harry smirks as he takes a sip of his glass of tequila. He wasn’t trying to get drunk but a little strong (strong) alcohol should cause no harm. Y/N casually steals the glass from his hand and takes a sip as well.

The two were finally much more comfortable with each other after spending the day side by side. Harry laughs as he takes his fork and steals a bite of her cake. The red velvet flavour melting in his mouth as he watches the girl swallow the rest of his drink.

“Sorry, I’m a bit quenched.” Y/N laughs as she puts the glass down and stabs her fork back into her cake. His fork immediately swats hers away.

“I’m not done with my bite.” He teases her as he pulls the small plate towards him. Y/N mouth drops.

“You guys fight like children.” Her dad speaks up and smiles at the scene in front of them.

“He asked to steal a bite but he stole the whole plate.” She laughs as she watches him shove numerous tiny bites in his mouth. Y/N mom laughs as she smiles at the cheeky boy.

“I said you can have some of my brownie but you proceed to finish my drink.”

“You seem a little drunk anyway.” She lies as she leans forward to take the brownie from his plate.

“Want some shots.” Harry blurts out as he finishes the dessert. “You finished my drink so I’m heading back to the bar… you still might be a bit quenched.”

“Okay.” She laughs as the two excuse themselves from the table.

“Do you remember the scrunchie on my wrist and you called me out on it.” Harry slowly dances with Y/N as the night continues on. The event was almost over but all the attendees were on the dance floor dancing to Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran. As a proper stellar date, Harry didn’t hesitate to ask the girl for a dance as he knew last time he missed out.

“I know you stole it.” Y/N laughs as she unconsciously rests her head on his shoulder. The truth is when in doubt, Y/N always drinks a bit more than usual. It seems whenever Harry is around, she can’t help but be drunk.

“Oh really?” He pulls away and laughs. “I was going to tell you an old story but you already know.” Y/N rolls her eyes as she looks at the people surrounding them. Nobody was shocked to see how close they were dancing. Everyone was in their own little bubble and maybe if Y/N and Harry didn’t break the ice or drink a bit, they would definitely not be as bold as they are right now.

“No! You have to tell me now.” Her eyes widen as she readjusts her hands on her shoulders. Harry smirked at her anticipation as he willingly rests his hands back on her waist.

“It was the first night we made the deal.” He whispers quietly hoping no one would hear them. “It was on your vanity and I took it after you sleepily threw my clothes at me.” They both laugh at the old memory.

“I saw you wearing it during the game.”

“So did you always watch me back then? Probably just wanted to get into my pants.” Y/N cheeks flush as she hides her face away from him.

“You’re acting as if I never caught you staring right back at me.”

“True.” he twirls her around. “Couldn’t keep my eyes off you after that deal you offered.” Y/N immediately pulls away after he hears the statement roll of his tongue.

“Harry, I know tonight has probably been the most normal conversation we had with each other but… We can’t go back there.” She walks off the dance floor, making him follow her without hesitation. Instead of going back to their table however, she makes a b line to the unlighted pathway of the garden.

“Hey, don’t go. I’m sorry I ruined the moment.” He unbuttons the top of his vest seeing his blazer was still on his chair. “I spoke about fight club-”

“You remember that?” Y/N slows down her speed and turns around. “It’s been three years and you still remember it?”

“Why don’t you?” Harry turns his back around to notice the bushes covering them from the rest of the party.

“Of course I do but you got married and moved away. I just thought that would slip your mind.”

“Well it didn’t.” He musters up a small smile and shrugs his shoulders. “Look, can we go back to the party and pretend I didn’t mess this up.”

“It’s not about you messing up H. It’s the fact that I still get flashbacks of you and I -and seeing you here again is making me feel like the past three years didn’t happen.”

“I didn’t see you during Christmas.” He blurts out as he watches her sigh. “Any holiday except thanksgiving to be exact.”

“Well, I moved to Seattle and couldn’t book a flight home every time of the year.”

“Carla is dating someone new.” Y/N nods her head. “And I’m still not able to get you out of my head.”

“You might just ghost me next time around.” She lets out a sarcastic laugh as she tries her best not to trip over herself as she walks a bit further into the pathway.

“I told you I regret doing that.” He continues to follow her. “It’s been three years and you’re still mad about it.”

“I’m not mad. I’m just saying whenever it’s you and I, you tend to ghost me and run back to Carla.”

“If it makes you feel better, I could give a fuck less what Ryan thinks of us. It’s why I asked him if I could be your date.”

“I have a boyfriend Harry! An actual boyfriend who waits for me after work everyday. A boyfriend who actually replies to my calls-”

“He hasn’t even met Ryan or your parents!”

“And-”

“Look Y/N, all I’m saying is I don’t care about this fucking guy!” Harry sternly walks towards her until he backs her up to a wall of vines.

“Then why are you trying to talk about our old memories and shit like that.”

“Because,” He pauses as he thoughtlessly rests his hands on either side of her head. “I fucking care about you. The moment Carla had a miscarriage and she needed me the most, I needed you! I didn’t realize I let you go the moment I went back to her.”

“Harry…”

“So it’s true, you didn’t love me.” He pulls away but Y/N brings her hands up to his face to keep his eyes on her.

“Of course, I did.” Y/N cries as she shakes her head in disbelief. “Why would you think that would be true? You called me out on it before.”

“I came back every couple of months hoping to see you at home with your parents. You were always gone.”

“Did you actually?”

“Fuck.” He pulls away and runs his hand through his short hair. He swore he would never tell her this. Is this how desperate he is now. “Yeah, of course I did. I knew you would leave for college but I wish I knew from you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not even your fault.” He laughs as he hugs her. “I want you back.” His arms wrap around her much more tightly than before. “Please.”

“James-”

“Do you love him?”

“Harry, don’t ask that?”

“No, I want to know.”

“Well I don’t know because after what you did-”

“Then you still love me.” He looks up at her in hope she would say yes. Just admit it, please.

“Okay and if I do -what do I do now? I like James and although it hasn’t been long I’m sure something will change.”

“Can’t you see?” He directs her back to the wall of vines. “You were always mine the same way, I was always yours.”

“The loophole of our deal.” She mumbles out loud as her hands mindlessly hold onto his forearms.

“The deal has always meant more to me than it should’ve.” He whispers as the sound of music and distant chatter is the only thing they can hear.

And I want to tell you everything

The words I never got to say the first time around

And I remember everything

From when we were the children playing in this fairground

Wish I was there with you now

If the whole world was watching I'd still dance with you

Drive highways and byways to be there with you

Over and over the only truth

Everything comes back to you

“Just kiss me already.” Y/N watches him as she lets out one more breath. Without hesitation he kisses her as the grip on her waist tightens. Y/N’s hands immediately play with the curls that reach the nape of his neck.

“Fuck, I missed you.” His soft lips rub on her left cheeks as he rubs himself on her. His hands begin to wonder in disbelief that she’s in his arms again. Her scent clouding his thoughts that they haven’t even noticed they’re still at a party.

“I want you.” Her hips raise itself on him as she rests her back on the cement behind her. “Harry, please.”

“We’re going home.” He bites his lip as his eyes darken. Without even thinking of what others would say, he mindlessly holds her hand as they walk out of the secluded space. The two didn’t bother telling anyone they were leaving the party as he basically dragged the poor girl to his car.

“Do you even know how to get inside Ryan’s house.” She giggles as she keeps herself close to his arm. He takes his blazer and rests it on her shoulders back like a few years ago.

“I have my ways.” He smirks as he helps her inside the vehicle.

This whole event felt like déjà vu. The wedding, the car ride, the quick secret escape from a party just to have sex. If there was one thing Y/N and Harry were good at, it’s probably how good they were at keeping themselves as a secret.

“I’ve missed you more than I thought.” Y/N bites her lip as she rests her head on the seat, watching Harry drive.

Him in his suit too focused on driving them home made her want to fuck his brains out. Truly.

Harry’s cheeks flush as he takes her hand into his. “I’m no longer that frat boy you used to know. I’m much nicer.”

“Oh really, in what ways?” she smirks as she eyes the growing bulge in his pants.

“I promise you won’t be able to leave my room tonight that’s for sure.”

“Then I’m happy.”

Moist air, dark night, and bodies clinging to each other as Harry struggled to open the front door. As the groom’s best friend, of course he had keys to his house. Y/N couldn’t help but keep her hands on his slim torso as there was something about just holding them that was driving her crazy.

“Fuck, your parents are going to wonder where we are.”

“I don’t fucking care.” Y/N licks the side of his neck before running inside. She’s trying to laugh quietly as she attempts to take off her heels. Harry being the responsible one, he texts Y/N’s dad they went home. Afterwards, he stops by Y/N’s room to lock it before he follows the girl into his room.

Once he locks the door, he realizes Y/N managed to take all her clothes off as she laid on his bed. “For fuck’s sake.” He mumbles to himself as he forgot how horny and crazy Y/N can be. He rubs the slight stubble on his chin as he watches the girl bite her lip and roll in his sheets. “You’re such a little devil aren’t you?”

“Like I said I missed you.” She fakes her confidence as Harry crawls up to meet her on the mattress. His finger takes the lip out between her teeth as his lips move forward to kiss her once again. His goal was to lay her down and kiss her naked body but it seemed like Y/N had other plans in mind. Her arms push him away as she kneels on the mattress. Keeping her eyes on him, she unbuttons the rest of his vest before spreading her palms over where his heart beat. Harry is speechless but the moment she began to unbuckle his belt he had to say something.

“Oh I see.” He smiles as his hand holds Y/N’s chin to his face. “I thought my girl really did miss me but it seems like she missed my dick a bit more huh? You want it?” He grips her face a bit harder as her hands maintain on his waistline. She nods shyly as she tries to continue her action.

“Fine, do what you want but I’m not done with you yet.” His voice softens as his hand immediately brushes the soft hair away from her face. His green eyes watch her drool over him as she unzips his pants. His hands on the flip side continued to remove the white long sleeve off his body. “Take it in your mouth. I know you’re dying too baby.” Y/N cheeks turn red as her tongue peaks out to kiss his hard cock. The funny thing is, she couldn’t keep her eyes off him despite being a horny mess. Sex was never the same if it wasn’t with harry and that was a fact because the moment she put him in her mouth, he pushed himself harder until he could feel the back of her throat.

The constant humming and gagging sounds wasn’t enough for him because the moment he pulled himself out of her little wet hole. He pulls her hair harder to keep her eyes on him. Without even hesitating, he spits in her mouth and puts his dick back in. From the way Y/N’s eyes rolled back, he knew full well that this was his girl and some things don’t change...especially the way she reacts to him.

“Are you going to let me fuck your mouth baby?” He moans quietly as he softly strokes her scalp. “How many times are you going to make me cum huh?” Y/N chokes a bit as he thrusts himself at a faster rate. “Always so pretty aren’t you dove?” He pulls himself out and slaps her tit. “What do you want me to do?” He whispers as kisses her lips once more. His mouth thoughtlessly kisses down the side of her neck as his hands press and grope on her tits.

“I want you everywhere.” His eyes watch her dilated ones as he slowly pushes her down the mattress.

“Hm, I don’t think you want to as much I thought?” He teases her as one of his fingers pops into his mouth and later into hers.

“You want me to beg?” Her tongue swirls around his digit as she lays helplessly on his pillows. “Never.”

“Never?” Harry laughs as his wet fingers pretended to walk down her body to her heated centre. “When did my baby become such a brat?” The devious smirk plays on his face as his tongue licks the side of his mouth.

“I’ve always been a brat.”

“Oh, so you don’t want me to fuck you is that what you’re saying?” His hands immediately stop teasing her as he begins to jerk himself off -slowly but surely.

“I do.” She tries to sit up but his hand pushes her back down immediately. “Harry, please?”

“Is that you begging me?” He laughs as his thumb wipes a bead of precum on his dick. “I would rate that three out of ten, Extra point because good girls say please.”

“Baby...” Y/N moans out as she tries to reach for him but Harry’s hands immediately grabs them and places them above her head.

“Just beg a bit better and maybe you wouldn’t have to work so hard, love. You said it before so show me you want me.”

“Daddy please fuck me.”

“Like music to my ears.” He spreads her legs open and pushes himself inside her. “Fuck.” It’s always the condom that gets to him.

“No, stay.” She whines as she holds onto his wait. “Please, I’m on birth control and James and I don’t really-”

“What?” His eyes widen as he bites the inside of his cheek. “What did you say?”

“He’s an intern at this hospital so he’s just always been busy.” She whispers in embarrassment. Don’t get her wrong, she has sex just not as much as she thought she should.

“Fucking hell.” He mumbles as he thrusts himself a bit harder into her. “No one has taken care of you in a while huh?” He bends down and kisses her again. The soft wet licks stay longer as he hears the beat of her heart. It was beating fast just like his.

“Mhm. Please Harry just fuck me.” She cries out as she takes his fingers back into her mouth. His thrusts become harder and harder as he watches her face cry in pleasure. “Oh daddy, fuck.”

“So fucking good. You’re such an angel oh shit.” His palm immediately chokes her. He couldn’t help but watch how her tits move up and down due to the force he’s putting into her.

“Let me ride you.” Her hips thrust up and meet him. Her mouth opens wide at the feeling.

“You sure about? Sure you can still take me?” His hand gives her a little slap to the cheek.

“Of course I can.” Y/N smirks. Harry immediately pulls himself off her as he lays down on the mattress himself. “You think I’m going to let you fuck me all night long. I’ve been wanting to fuck your brains out.”

“Y/N,” He smirks as he watches her straddle him. “You think you can fuck my brains out? You seem pretty fucking confident, baby.” He flicks her nipple which makes her press herself deeper onto his dick.

“I can.” She closes her eyes as Harry watches the moonlight shine on her face.

“Yeah, then show me.” He slaps the side of her thigh more harder than before. “Fuck me. Just use me then.”

“Just promise I’ll be a good girl, daddy.” her hands slide down to his waist.

“Promise.” He bites his lip and watches their wet desperate centres meet.

And in that moment, there was nothing but lust in their eyes as they fucked back and forth. Y/N moaning as Harry continued slapping her ass. He couldn’t help but thrust his hips as well due the fact there was nothing better than feeling Y/N’s desperate pussy clenching for more.

“Go on all fours.” He cries out after a few more rounds. Y/N wasn’t lying since she definitely fucked his brain out. There was nothing on their minds other than jumping each other’s bones over and over again.

Once she’s in position, he slaps her ass once again before putting himself back in.

“Oh god, shit baby.” Y/N bites the end of his pillowcase as she keeps her hands on the headboard. “You’re so big, I can’t anymore fuck.”

“I know you have one more in you, come on baby.” He pulls her hair and slaps her ass once more.

“Fuck!” She moans out as she feels his wet spit travel down her pussy. Harry immediately thrusts harder as the sweat on his neck begins to bother him. His thrusts were becoming sloppy but he needed Y/N to cum one more time.

“God, fuck me.” Harry moans out as Y/N finally cums one more time around him. Without even thinking, he releases himself inside of her and pulls her hair harder one more time. She immediately falls down as she can’t feel a thing. Harry felt her clench around him despite his need to pull himself off her.

“Baby, you have to let go.” He kisses the back of her shoulder and grips the side of her waist.

“Please don’t go.” She cries out and wipes her tears on the pillowcase. Harry slowly pulls himself off and lays on the bed beside her. He puts himself back in and wipes her tears away. His arm pulls her closer to him as he whispers one more thing into her ear.

“I love you.”

“Glad to see you two are awake.” Y/N’s mom waits in the kitchen as she makes pancakes on the stove. “Ryan and Meghan left last night right after the reception.” She suspiciously keeps her eyes on the two as they walk together to the breakfast table. “Harry, thank you for leaving the door unlocked. We came home around one last night.” Oh shit did they hear us? Y/N looks at Harry who seems bothered as he takes a sip of the coffee in his mug.

“I didn’t hear you two.” She brings the plate to the table. “If you’re wondering Y/N.”

“Mom, it’s not what-” Her cheeks flush in an embarrassment.

“Oh please, don’t bother lying. I already lied, Harry was the one who opened the door for us.” She laughs and rolls her eyes. “And Harry, don’t bother giving me an excuse. It makes sense.” She sits down with the two of them. “You always kept visiting us back home and the way your eyes watched her when she came here after her flight gave it all away.”

“Not to mention, you answering the door shirtless and Y/N not responding when we knocked on her door last night.” Y/N’s dad appears with a newspaper in hand.

“Does Ryan know?” Harry looks at Y/N and puts a pancake on her plate. Does her parents even know she’s wearing his clothes?

“Ryan saw you two leave together.” Y/N’s mom laughs. “Don’t worry, it was him and Meghan’s idea to also try and pair you guys together.”

“Wait so he’s okay with it.” Y/N speaks up after murmuring a thank you to Harry.

“Of course he is, Y/N. You guys are no longer teenagers right? So make your own choices for Christ’s sake.” Her mom states in disbelief.

“Did you know I’ve been seeing her back in high school?”

“Harry.” Y/N’s dad’s tone changed. Sounded a bit like disappointment.

“Oh god, there is more to the story?” Y/N’s mom rolls her eyes. “Alright, eat up everyone, you two have to tell us everything.”

“So this is it.” Y/N smiles as she sits in his car. The two were currently at the airport. “I had no idea, you relocated to Boston. It makes sense why you had so many things in your room back at Ryan’s house.”

“Yeah, I transferred last year. I’m hoping to finish here, graduate and then see what else I can do.”

“What do you think this means for us?” She puts her shades on as she pulls on the sleeves of her light sweater that she was wearing over her collared shirt.

“It means that this is when I ask you if you would please be my girlfriend.” Y/N’s cheeks flush and she hides her face in her hands.

“Are you for real?” She laughs.

“Yes.” He smirks as he keeps his hands on the steering wheel.

“I will be your girlfriend, Harry.”

“Good. You’re breaking up with James right.” Y/N rolls her eyes and nods.

“I’m ending it with him, the moment I land back in the city.”

“Make some space, I might move there.” He lightly jokes but there was some truth in it. Meghan and Ryan were married, there was no need for him to take up some space in their house.

“Sure, you’ll love Seattle and Ness is there too.”

“I like that. Will you introduce me to your ex?” Y/N laughs as she opens her door.

“No.” but right before she can get out, his hand pulls her back in for a kiss. Once their lips touch, he looks at her once again.

“I love you.” He genuinely states as he watches her eyes melt in happiness.

“I love you too.” She smiles and kisses him once more. “Bye, Harry.” She hugs him across the platform and kisses his cheek too. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you more. Call me later tonight when you land yeh?”

“Okay.” She pouts. She had to catch a flight and be away from him for at least one more year.

“I love you okay, baby.” He kisses her forehead. “Bye.”

“Bye.” And with that, Y/N steps out of the car and watches him drive away. She has a plane to catch and he has some sheets to clean but that doesn't change the fact, they are finally together.

And everyone knows it.

Fini!

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