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satanhalsey · 2 years
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i saw a tiktok trend (?) where ppl would text their s/o a “she’s busy” text to see how they would react. how do u think the harry’s would react to that?? 🫣🫣
this ask is from ages ago but here it is!!!! also first piece where cheating!harry is mentioned and this contains sexual themes so be careful!! ( harry's ; since forever ; gangrry ; nerdrry ; olderry ; cheatingrry )
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SINCE FOREVER:
harry: Dressing room, now.
harry: Seeing you dressed like that and knowing that under those clothes you're pregnant with my baby is killing me.
harry: Need you.
Y/N: she's busy.
harry: What do you mean she's busy?
harry: Baby stop with your jokes please I wanna fuck you before the show :(
Y/N: JEMTNWKGNSKFJJS !!!!!!!
Y/N: you're so cute and FOR WHAT.
harry: Hehehe :)
Y/N: omw, you horny boy.
harry: Yessssss.
GANG!HARRY:
harry: We had to go make a deal in a house that had a garden with jasmine, and it reminded me of you.
harry: And I grabbed some for you so you can put them in water and all that cute shit you do.
Y/N: she's busy.
harry: Okay I'm gonna assume you're either Niall or Austin before I start losing my fucking mind.
harry: Are you, Niall or Austin?
Y/N: she's busy.
harry: I don't like this, I'm gonna call you.
Y/N: wait, h 😭 it's me it was for tiktok !!
harry: Fuck off.
harry: I have work to do, bye.
Y/N: bye :)<3
harry: I love you.
Y/N: I LOVE YOU TOO 😭😭😭😭💓💓💓💓
NERD!HARRY:
harry: so i was thinking...
harry: maybe you can come over and we can study for the biology test together! :D
Y/N: she's busy.
harry: oh.
harry: sorry, i'll talk to her later i guess :)
Y/N: BABY 😭😭😭😭😭 COME BACK.
OLDER!HARRY:
harry: Hi love !
harry: What time do you finish today ? I was thinking of picking you up and we can go have a coffee at that place you like so much.
harry: And you can sleep at my place if you want ?
Y/N: she's busy.
harry: If this is one of your parents then I'm sorry you had to find out like this.
harry: If this is Gemma then fuck off.
harry: And if this is you trying to prank me ( again ) then it's not gonna work.
Y/N: I really thought you'd fall this time :/
harry: I may be old but I'm not stupid, baby.
harry: So, date night ?
CHEATING!HARRY:
harry: I'm gonna leave the door of my room unlocked and you're gonna enter through it at 2 AM.
harry: Then, I'm gonna fuck you like he can't.
harry: You're okay with it, love?
Y/N: She's busy.
harry: Well, fuck.
harry: If you're Liam then I should say I'm sorry but I'm not.
harry: You would never love her like I do and most importantly, she would never ever love you like she loves me.
harry: (And you would never touch her like I do, yepp)
harry: So, yeah. See you tomorrow mate!!! ❤️❤️ Please keep playing the fool because it's fun to fuck behind your back.
Y/N: LMAO HARRY IT WAS A TIKTOK PRANK KSKRKWR.
Y/N: sarcastic king 👏
harry: So he doesn't know?
Y/N: he doesn't, no one does !!
harry: So that means you'll come to my room tonight?
Y/N: ofc i'll be there.
Y/N: with that set you like so much.
harry: Luckiest man alive 😵
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gurugirl · 7 months
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would you every write a gangrry/mafia fic? one where he’s really sweet to Y/N and but everyone else he’s a dick to. 🥹
I have two in my masterlist already! So yes :)
This one and this one. Both have extras with them so make sure you read those too!
They are both different stories but in both Harry is only sweet to Y/n and no one else.
xoxo
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theshyspy · 2 years
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take me home - h.s
a gang harry blurb (1.5k)
warning: contains vague description of sexual assault
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“y/n, please answer. I know you’re mad and you have every right to be, but angel please. I just need to know you’re okay.”
He breathed out, combing his fingers through his hair for the millionth time as he paced through the kitchen. 
“I can’t even take the very thought of you getting hurt, angel.”
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Unaware of his worry, you kept your stride through town, letting your anger fuel you. You knew what he did for a living, but the way he’d put himself in danger today was like a slap of reality straight in your face. You hadn’t actually seen it as a possibility, the idea of losing him nothing but a faint occurrence in far-away-dimension. 
You had realised what had happened and almost lost your breath, feeling nauseous. The fear of being without him pulverising you, feeling so small and helpless. Part of you hated him for making you feel like that, so your phone was turned off the second you stormed out his door, refusing to be distracted as you sorted through your thoughts, trying to process them.
They were so overwhelming, and you weren't really sure where to begin. It was all a blur, each speeding through your mind, making it impossible to pin a single one. 
The only thing you did know was how your heart broke. Never had love for another person filled you in the way it did for him. No one had made you feel seen or loved or understood the way he did. He had become you home, and the thought of losing him was so foregin as he never gave your mind a reason to wander to the possibility. 
But now that it almost happened, you felt so scared, your fingers shaking and heart pounding in your ears. You let out a shaky sigh as your eyes fell to a bench a few feet away. 
Moving over, you let yourself sink down on the hard material. The dark wood cold under your touch as your fingers grasped the edge. 
Your lower lip trembled, the hurt growing in your chest. You just loved him so much, and you didn’t want to do anything other than love him for the rest of your life. How could you ever deal with the loss of the love of your life?
“But you haven’t lost him,” a soft reminder played through your mind. “And you won’t get more time with him by moping around and letting yourself be scared of what if’s.”
Rubbing the palm of your hands against your heavy eyelids, you exhaled sharply before fishing your phone out of your pocket. You turned it on, but before you could call Harry, a tall frame caught your attention. 
Instinctively you thought it was him, but watching closer you realised he was nothing like the man you knew so well. 
He stood on the other side of the park, his eyes meeting yours as if he had already been staring. His presence making you uncomfortable, you tore your gaze away from his dark clad frame and played with the ring around your index-finger.
Biting your lips, you got up from the bench. Had Harry drilled one thing into your head, it was to always trust your gut. So letting the unease provided by the man drive you, you started walking back to Harry's place. 
You turned on your phone again and found his contact. ‘He would have wanted me to call,’ you thought, pressing the button.
It rang once before his voice played through the speaker. “Angel.” You could hear how relieved he was as he let out a breath, almost picturing the muscles in his jaw unflex. “Are you okay? Where are you?”
“I'm okay, h. Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you,” you told him, guilt pinching at your sides. 
“It's fine, love. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes - well, I’m okay, but,” you stared, voice lower, almost coming out a whisper as you continued. “There's this guy here and he seems odd.”
You glanced over your shoulder, letting your eyes fall to his spot in the park. Previous spot in the park.
“What?” you muttered, turning slightly and gazing to the sidewalk behind you. Met with a twisted smirk, you quickly turned back around as your heart squeezed. 
“Oh my god, Harry. I think he’s following me,” you pressed out, voice laced with fright. “What do I do?”
“It’s okay, angel. Just stay calm and look for people, I’m gonna come get you,” his voice was so gentle as your speed picked up. “I’m staying right here,” he said, referring to the phone.  
“Why are you in such a hurry, Princess? The night’s still young,” he said, voice deep and raspy.
Your whole being tensed, every little muscle flexing as his words reached you. “Please hurry,” you plead to Harry, lips trembling as you clutched the phone closer to your ear.
“I’m on my way, angel. You're gonna be okay, you hear me?”
You nodded, only mustering out a short, “mhm.”
As his steps were getting faster and louder, you made the mistake of throwing your head back, glancing at him. The closeness of his frame dawned upon you, a freezing shiver racing down your spine.
You thought about running, but he didn’t seem to be out of shape. A few years older than Harry at most, and he’d catch up with you in a heartbeat. 
“Hurry,” you cried out, unable to conceal how petrified you were. 
“We’re almost there, just a little lon-.” His voice cut off and your heart dropped, blood draining from your face as you realised the phone was out of battery. 
“No, no, no, no,” you muttered, voice losing power as a lump grew in your throat. 
The sour voice behind you spoke again. “C’mon sweetheart, I’ll show you a good time. No need to be shy.”
A grocery store was a few feet away, just past a corner and you picked up your pace even more. Desperate to get him off your back or find someone to seek shelter by, just like Harry had told you to. 
Despair poured down on you as you realised the store was closed. You stood frozen, trying to find out what to do. There was no one around and you had no clue where Harry was. 
The breaths coming out of your mouth sounded fast and shallow. You weren’t really sure whether it was because of your pace or the anxious state you found yourself in. “Okay, y/n, think.”
“y/n,” your name rolled off his tongue behind you. “Such a pretty name for a pretty girl,”
Your breath hitched in your throat as your fingers started shaking again. His cold hand landed on your waist, and instantly you tried to elbow him. He only let out a dry chuckle as he caught your arm. Lowering himself down to your ear, he spoke roughly. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
He traced a line across your shoulders, and you didn’t need to look to know the sharp object was a knife. “Just stay quiet and you’ll be fine.”
“No, please. Don’t.”
The breath fanning your neck reeked of alcohol, the scent even stronger as he pushed you against the brick wall beside you. One arm caging you as the other pointed the knife against your torso. 
He licked his lips, eyes trailing down your body as he shifted his free hand, letting it grace down your arm. You screwed your eyes shut at his touch, jerking your head away and trying to keep some distance. 
Before he could touch you anywhere else, a loud thud had you shooting your eyes open. On the ground in front of you laid his broad frame, and before you could register what happened, you were wrapped into a familiar hold. 
His scent calmed your slamming heart, the soft motion from his hand stroking the back of your head forced your lips to release a strangled sob. The fear of the situation dawning upon you as hot tears streaming down your flushed cheeks.
“You’re okay, you’re okay, hmm,” he whispered, voice soft as he placed his chin on top of your head. One of his hands rubbed your back, and you let the sensation ground you as you tried to calm your cries.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t get here faster,” he said, planting a kiss on your forehead before letting out a shaky breath. “But I’m here now, Angel. I’m here.”
You pushed yourself away, just enough to let you look up at him through wet lashes. “Thank you for always being there.”
“Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” He smiled at you, the soft one he reserved for only you. 
“But, are you okay? He didn’t- didn’t touch you?” His brows were drawn together as he looked at you.
You let your eyes trail down to the man's unconscious frame, shaking your head. “No… I- only my waist and arm.”
He planted another kiss on your forehead, muttering a short apology once again. 
“It’s okay,” you reassured him. “Just take me home.”
“Of course, Angel.”
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welovelouisandbucky · 2 years
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Something Worth To Live
Prologue
Warning: violence, bad writing skills? (Pls do inform if you find any)
Summary: With horrible circumstances in life, and toxic and abusive relationship, Y/n thinks it's better to just end things. She knows suicide is not the answer, but she's too weak to find others. One Friday night, after conjuring up some courage and mind, she heads to the bridge (that is actually famous for suicides) to end her life and that's where she meets a stranger, a really pretty, handsome and cute stranger. Who encourages her to jump off the bridge.
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I love you… you know that right?"
Looking up at him as tears starts falling down your cheeks, blurring your vision. Sereve pain shoots through your chest as you get up from the floor and make your way over to him as those three words replay in your mind again and again.
I love you I love you I love you
You can't help but think when was the last time you felt it, or when was the last time he truly meant it? You slightly shake your head as soft chuckle leaves your mouth. You stop when you reach him, you stumble a little when you look at his green eyes, those damn green eyes! That once held nothing but love for you in those, but now all you can see is hatred. There was a time when those eyes made you feel safe; those eyes felt like home to you, but that changed–he changed. Everything changed.
For the first time you didn't let yourself show how scared you are, you're not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he's still the stronger one here. You promised yourself that you'll change. You made a promise to yourself that you're not going to be that scared, weak little girlfriend; who's always worried that she'll do something that'll incite her boyfriend. No, you're not that Y/n anymore, you have changed; you're much more stronger than that.
You stand there with daring eyes almost as you're encouraging him to make move, and that seems to irk him more if that's even possible. With sudden confidence you push him with your hands, your sudden move catches him off guard and he stumbles backward, but he quickly catches his balance and prevents himself from falling.
"No I don't," you say as you take one step closer to him and he remains still looking at you with deadly eyes," I don't actually, How would I know when you're busy showing your so-called 'love' to that whore of yours?" You spat in his face. In less than a second you feel stinging pain on your right cheek, you remain still—but not because of the shock, you keep taking deep breaths calming your nerves keeping your composure.
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Hello guys!!!! sorry this is really short but I promise chapter will be long 😭I'm so excited to finally share this story with y'all!! I had this idea in my head for a long time but was confused where to start it like how do I write the prologue? But luckily I figured it out!! I hope you enjoyed it!!
And pls ignore my mistakes, English is not my first language, and I would really appreciate positive criticism!! And do inform me if you want to be added to the SWTL taglist! See ya soon with chapter one:)
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I'll be posting chapter one of that story on Sunday and the chapter one of this story on Tuesday:)
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madisonsstyles · 2 years
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gang!harry aesthetic
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lollypopsx · 2 years
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could you do one where hang harry and y/n have a miscarriage? never seen gang harry so sad
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Warning: Mentions of guns, swearing, miscarriage
A/N: This can be a tough read, so please only read if you are comfortable. Everyone deals with this so differently, so please respect that. My heart is with anyone who has dealt with this. They will always be with us. Please know my inbox is always open to anyone who may need it. It’s so important to talk about it if you can, and if you can’t, please know you are strong and you are appreciated either way!❤️
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The excitement rushing through you and Harry was unimaginable.
The man who only ever used to feel excitement when he was putting a bullet through someone's skull, was now driving in his black SUV with the love of his life, heading to the twelve week scan of your first child.
"I can't believe you're twelve weeks already..." Harry flashes a smile as his left hand rested on your thigh, his fingers hooking through yours and his right hand on the wheel, elbow casually resting on the window.
"Hmm anyone would think Harry Styles was excited for once" You tease softly, running your thumb over his knuckles.
It felt like everything was going so quickly, before you knew it, Harry pulled into the parking spot closest to the set of Hospital doors.
You signed in at reception and was patiently waiting in the seat with Harry. "Harry Styles. How many times have I told you to stop bringing your gun into the hospital?!" You whisper shout, scolding him when you feel a raise in the waistband of his jeans.
"Angel, I told you, I'm going no where with out it because now I have double the reason to keep you safe" He tuts, muttering with a sigh as he texts Niall about the details for today’s shipment and that he will meet him and the boys there when he was done.
"Miss Y/N Y/L/N?" A young smiley nurse calls. Harry frowns, standing up quickly and resting a hand on your lower back protectively.
"I specifically said we want the doctor in charge. I knew I should of taken you to the the private hospital" Harry growls angrily. He demanded over and over that you would be under private healthcare, but you refused, not seeing the point.
"Harry! Don't be so rude!" You mutter, slapping his wrist gently. "I'm so sorry about him" You apologise profusely.
"Harry. Let her do her job" You shake your head, chucking softly as you go into the wrong.
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"Well everything sounds fine, sounds like the sickness is coming to an end hopefully. Let's get you on the bed, if you can just lift your shirt slightly. Let's have a look at this baby then shall we?" The young doctor smiles.
She was very shy and nervous at first with Harry's death glare baring into her soul. But as soon as the two of you began talking about the baby and the pregnancy, Harry's demeanor changed.
He was asking more questions than you and for once he was happily listening to someone who wasn't you.
You climb up onto the bed as Harry sat on the chair beside you, his heart rate had picked up, and you squeezed his hand tightly in excitement.
She switched on her monitor, but it was facing away from the two of you. Your top was lifted slightly as she applied the cold jelly to your belly, making you giggle softly.
You could feel the scanner press along your skin, moving slowly side to side. The doctor was silent. Uncomfortably silent. She scanned around a few more times, the cheery glint in her eyes from earlier had soon changed and her rosy cheeks fell pale.
Please don't say it. Please, please don't say it.
"I'm so sorry Miss Y/L/N..." She frowned softly
That was the last thing you remember hearing, everything else felt so silent after that. Her lips were moving but you couldn't hear a word she said.
You felt Harry tense instantly beside you "N-no...no no there has to be some kind of fucking mistake" His voice was raised, but he wasn't shouting. You didn't realise you were holding your breath, or letting tears fall down your cheeks until Harry's warm thumbs swiped them away quickly.
The doctor had left the room to give you two some space before speaking to you both about the options you had.
"I-I'm sorry Harry" Your mouth chokes out a sob, you felt crushed. A part of you was taken away so soon. You hadn't managed to even look Harry in the eyes yet.
"Angel...Hey...Baby please look at me...please Angel" He whispers, begging. His hands stroking your cheek slowly. "None. And I mean...none of this is your fault" He pulled your face up so your gaze met his.
His eyes were red and few small tears were slipping down. Harry had never cried in front of you, and that riddled you with guilt. His arms instantly pulled you tight to him, his hand held your head against his shoulder as you cried into him. You could hear his gentle sniffles into your neck as he mumbled words of comfort that you couldn't even hear.
“I-I want to go home...” You sob into his chest. 
“I know, I-I know” He mutters into your neck, swaying you slowly and just holding you tightly.
Harry had spoken to the doctor, explaining that we would speak to someone tomorrow to discuss the next steps, but right now he needed the take you home. The doctor agreed, and apologised once again before Harry took your hand, wiping off the cold gel that was numbing your stomach and pulling you shirt down softly.
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Everything went by so slow compared to the journey there. It felt like hours. Hours of the radio buzzing quietly. Hours of Harry squeezing a tight grip on your hand. Hours of endless thoughts. Hours of wanting to just cry. Hours of numbness. But in reality, it was a few minutes between leaving the hospital and pulling in to the security gates of your house.
Harry led you in and straight into the living room upstairs.
“Make sure not one fucking person enters this room unless I ask them to” Harry barked at the security in the hallway. His eyes were still red and all he wanted was to hold you. He felt so helpless, knowing nothing he could do or say would change the news you both received in the last hour.
He wanted to be angry. His whole life, he could never show sadness, so he masked it with anger. Then as he became a teenager, he realised that he was sad all the time, which meant he was angry all the time.
He wanted to scream, to hurt someone, to shout and to beat them to a pulp, but then he remembered the only one who really mattered. The one who mattered to him. The only one who had ever mattered.
You hadn’t said a word this whole time, since in the doctors office. Harry knelt in front of you, slipping off your shoes and jacket slowly before crawling onto the sofa beside you.
“Please don’t blame yourself my angel...” He whispers, sitting at your side and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. Your back slumped into his chest and your head lay silently on his shoulder.
“I-I can’t help it” You whisper. This was something neither of you had ever experienced before. The tears were still slipping down your cheeks, feeling a tight, nauseous pull in your stomach.
 “I-I just...I feel like the last few weeks, the rest of our lives were planned Harry...” You mutter, sniffling in a choked breath. “We’ve spent the last four months talking about everything...and i-it’s...it’s...it’s all gone so quickly Haz” It was one of the most emotionally painful cries that had ever escaped your throat.
“I-I’ve got you...”Harry whispers, holding you close to his body. He wanted to protect you over every sad emotion, every violent memory and very pained moment of your life. 
“What if I did something wrong...” You whined.
“Baby I told you, you did nothing wrong” He frowned, brushing the hair out of your face, quickly wiping his own tears. 
Silence hung in the air once again, the only sound was the two of you with rugged breaths from the tears.
“There’s so many what if’s isn’t there...” You whisper. “We always imagined they’d have your hair...your eyes...your dimples...go to college...be strong...What if they had my hair...or my eyes...carried on our lifestyle...or became president...” 
“There’s so many what ifs.” He agreed quietly. “Let me get you some water...You’ll get dehydrated” He whispered. “I need to make a couple of phone calls quickly too. I won’t be a minute” He brushed your cheeks sweetly before pressing a loving kiss to your lips.
“I love you so much...we will get through it. Our time will come” He mumbles against your lips, his eyes gleaming with tears as he kisses your head and heads through the kitchen, out onto the balcony, over looking the sunset and pulling the cigarette between his lips, flicking his lighter and inhaling deeply and slowly. 
He was preparing himself to phone his mum with the news and to phone Niall to tell him to sort the shipment himself and that the two of you needed time to yourselves for a while.
But instead he watched at the sky, the pink and yellow glow surrounding the city, getting ready for the stars to begin to appear.
He tilted his head up, his eyes still gazing at the sky. “You’ll always be my favourite what if...” He whispers.
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finelinevogue · 2 years
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hey lovie baby i love your gangrry blurbs. i wanted to ask does harry ever find out abt what lara tells yn when he’s not around? cause i doubt he’d appreciate her verbally abusing his girlfriend
anon: actually verbally AND physically abusing her! like she literally gripped her and spat on her wtf is wrong with this woman.
I KNOW!! there’s so much wrong with lara but i also think there’s a history to her that explains why she’s heavily closed off :/
Harry’s house was either eerily silent or ridiculously loud. There was no in between.
You loved the comfort of the hustle and bustle, because it meant everything was working as normal. Everyone was alright - Harry was alright. Whereas when the house was silent it normally meant something was wrong and it normally meant someone was close to being shot in the toe, which you hated to think about.
Currently, the house was silent.
You hated how there was no noise, but the birds tweeting and the occasional plane flying overhead. There was nothing but white noise and you hated it. So you did the only thing one would do in a situation like this; go for a walk to investigate.
Walking out of the bedroom door you were greeted by Phil and Brian, smiling bright at you. You smiled at them back, before padding your way down the hallway barefoot in only a pair of Harry’s jogging bottoms and an oversized t-shirt that Harry had thrifted for you. You loved when he bought you clothes because it reminded you how well he knew your style - of how well he knew you.
“Why’s it so quiet?” You asked, trying to make polite conversation as you stuck your head through various open doors to see if you could find the cause of the silence.
“Boss isn’t in the best mood right now.” Phil answered, keeping distance behind you so that you didn’t feel suffocated - something you’d addressed with them both before they started being your bodyguards.
“Is he alright?” You asked worriedly, stopping to turn around and face both your bodyguards. You hated when Harry was upset, because it made you upset too, but you hated even more to think of what might’ve caused his upset - because not many things triggered him. He was a very reserved man, so whatever had set off the silence was obviously been something that people knew meant a lot to him already.
“Physically, yes.” Was all that was said, before you turned back around and walked off again with more of a pace in your stride this time. Your furrowed eyebrows were going to give you stress lines, something Harry always teased you about, but you were determined to get to Harry and help him in any way you could fit whatever was bothering him.
You reached the main reception area and people were walking around, but they were all so quiet. No one really made eye contact with you, which was unusual. Normally everyone would say hello or give you a high five, but everyone was avoiding you as if you were some form of plague. Your eyebrows only furrowed more with frustration.
Next minute you knew, Lara threw the doors of Harry’s office open and screamed a grunt of frustration. You were slightly taken aback by her shear force, but Brian and Phil were right behind you and standing a little more attention than before which made you feel safer. You wondered what she’d been doing inside Harry’s office, walking towards her with a little more caution than usual. Then you stopped again when her eyes met yours - black as hell.
“You.” She spat, making her way over to you quickly before halting to your boyfriend’s voice.
“Lay one finger on her, Lara, and it’ll be more than one months suspension.” He announced, making you even more confused. She was suspended? For what?
You looked at Harry, over Lara’s shoulder, to see him walking over to you slowly. He wasn’t too worried about your safety considering you had both Brian and Phil behind you. It made you feel the safest now that Harry was here though - especially when Lara didn’t always make you feel the most comfortable. Harry didn’t stop until he was by your side. You always appreciated how he never stood in front of you, like he was the more “powerful” one. He made you feel like his equal. He gave you a quick kiss to your forehead and intertwined your fingers with his, giving them a squeeze of reassurance.
“I-is everything okay?” You asked warily, clearly understanding that no - it wasn’t.
“No, thanks to you.” Lara snared sarcastically, making you more confused because you didn’t quite understand what you’d done specifically. However, you were more than happy to apology if she felt like she deserved one.
“Lara.” Harry spoke her name in warning.
“Oh right, yes of course I nearly forgot!” Lara pretended to be smiley, but really you could tell she was really angry and mad at you and Harry too. “I’m sorry Y/N that I said a lot of horrible stuff to you. I’m sorry that you snitched on me to Harry about it. I’m sorry that I now have a month’s suspension because you just couldn’t keep you whor—”
“2 months.” Harry interrupted her before she could call you a vile name.
“You have to be fucking joking right now.” Lara laughed as if Harry would simply join in with laughing with her. But no, there was no joke here.
“You disrespect my girl, you face the consequences.” Harry spoke sternly, gripping your hand tighter as he tried to ground and calm himself.
“But she is a snitch.” Lara growled, stepping forwards, only for Brian to move and pull her backwards so she wasn’t as close to you. “Get off me.” She swatted his hand away and dusted herself off.
“I promise I didn’t say anything.” You tried to explain, obviously realising there was some sort of misunderstanding here.
“Oh screw this. And screw you.” Lara spoke one final time before storming off and away, clearly done with this conversation and starting her, now, two month suspension.
“You oka—” Harrys started, but you cut him off quickly.
“Did you really suspend her just because she was mean to me?” You asked, not wanting to be the cause of someone else’s pain and suffering - even if that person had already caused you pain.
Harry took your hand and walked you into his office, thanking Brian and Phil for being supportive. He shut the doors and walked you over to the sofa, pulling you down to sit in his lap whilst you talked this out. You arms slunk around his waist and you dug your head into his chest and he kept his arms fragilely around your body, to keep you protected and warm.
“Baby honey, you have to understand. When I came home that night to find you crying on the bathroom floor, my heart broke at first and then I was filled with so much rage for the person that caused you so much hurt. I saw red with everything but you. You help me see yellow, because you are my yellow. When I found out it was Lara who said those things about you, God I was furious, but I left it because I knew you’d hate me for creating such a fuss over you like that. And then I heard her chatting shit, again, about you today with Mike and that was it. I was done with her hurting you like that. So I took control and tried my best to sort if civilly. You can hate me if you want, but I only wanted to help you stop the pain.” Harry explained, sighing afterwards and kissing your forehead. “Say something, please.”
After your minutes silence pause you replied, “Thank you for loving me enough to stand up for me.” You answered, sitting up to cup his cheeks and kissing him on his soft skin. No one had ever done something like that before you knew Harry, so it was always quite overwhelming when his kindness shone through so boldly. You had to admit that the revenge on Lara did feel pretty sweet.
“I could never love you enough, it’s ever changing and it’s so exciting. You never have to thank me for doing something like that.” He smiled at you, leaning down to give your lips a soft kiss. You let his red lips kiss your full ones and taste the love on each others tongues. He tasted so sweet and he tasted all yours. He was divine.
“Well thank you anyways.” You whispered against his lips and he leaned back to give you a huge look of admiration.
“My pleasure. Y’my please.” He smiled cheekily, before resealing his lips to you and proving how worthy you were of his love.
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Gangrry sees Y/N in a street fight and is impressed by her skills
He’d be like 😏😏
Cw// violence.
“Styles! Why are you just standing there?!” Niall yells when him and Harry’s men all eventually arrive to the fight they got notice of was happening between Harry and a few men from a rival gang.
“She doesn’t need my help, look at her.” Harry smiles, nodding to Y/N who has two men in a headlock yelling at them as they beg and plead with her to let them go.
“Where’s the rest?” Louis questions, confused as to why there’s only two men left when they got word of there being multiple only a few minutes ago.
“She took care of them.” Is all he says, Y/N immediately slapping the mens heads together to knock them both out clean before she’s walking back over to Harry and the rest of their gang.
“Uh, I broke a nail.” She sighs, Harry pouting as he kisses her hand softly smiling.
“We’ll get you a new set, yeah?” He reassures her, pride filling his chest over the fact his girl just handled six men by herself in the space of fifteen minutes.
“How did you do that?!” Liam asks in pure shock, looking at Y/N who only has a gash on her forehead and no other signs of injury even if she was just in a heated fight with weapons involved.
“Easy.” She shrugs, Harry just smiles as the rest look on in pure amazement at what she just did all by herself.
“So, we getting some food? I’m starving.”
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satanhalsey · 2 years
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DOUBTING AND SUSPECTING
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Summary: Harry always had a hard time trusting people, but Y/N never thought that one day he would doubt her. I guess they were both wrong.
! | arguing, harry's mouth, crying, ANGST, descriptions of explicit violence, blood, cursing, kidnapping and everything that comes with a gang. happy ending though :)
W/N: here it is... the first fight one shot!!!! hope you guys love it as much as i loved write it out, maybe the end it's not my fave part but i think the rest it's pretty good!!!! please don't forget to feedback and reblog, it's all i ask ♡ happy reading, ily.
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Everything went to shit. Everything.
All the guns, the laundered money, the men in the London district... it had all gone to shit because of the Japanese mafia and it could only have been one way.
A spy.
Harry Styles had a spy in his gang.
He runs his hands over his head, tousling his hair for the fifteenth time today. He's furious, he's so frustrated he could empty his clip in a second if he wanted to. He can't believe how someone as precise and fucking organised as him could have allowed this to happen and how he never suspected a thing.
He was an asshole, a shitty leader. He had endangered his men (some of them having died), his friends, his family, Y/N.
Y/N.
He hadn't seen her in the last week. They were both completely busy even though they missed each other terribly, he missed having her pressed against him, feeling her angelic presence and sweet scent fill the large spaces of his mansion.
"I'm busy with the restaurant renovations." she'd told him. But a quiet voice in the back of Harry's mind can't help but think that maybe that's not the truth.
They were dating less than half a year but yet he'd already told her everything, he couldn't help it, he wanted her to know all about his world and be truly good and what she deserves.
But what if Y/N... had told someone else what Harry was doing on the sly?
What if she really was the spy he wanted so badly to get rid of?
It couldn't be true, there had to be another explanation. But his judgement was clouded, all he wanted to do was find out who the spy was, and to be fair, there was a chance it was her.
He had told her everything; every secret, every location, meeting and small but key things. Y/N knew everything because Harry had opened his heart, and as always, it had its consequences.
As if fate knew what was coming, his phone starts ringing on the mahogany desk, and her name can be read on the screen. Before he picks up, he sighs, trying to calm himself so that it doesn't show that he's completely furious.
"Hello?" He speaks, pressing the device hard against his ear, he can hear hubbub on the other end of the line, and assumes she's on Daylight.
"Hi, H!" Her happy voice comes through. "How are you? I miss you."
His heart flips in his chest at his girlfriend's tenderness but he quickly pushes those feelings to the back of his mind. Despite having no proof that it was her, he still gets angry.
"M'fine." He replies, sounding bored as he fiddles with a corner of a paper document, but he's attentive.
"I was thinking of stopping by after the restaurant closes and sleeping over at your place, can I?" She asks and he hears her laughing with a co-worker.
Harry's annoyed that she's so calm while he's in the middle of a pitched battle.
"Yeah, whatever." He sighs. "I've gotta go."
"Oh, okay, yeah." Y/N stutters, caught off guard. "See you later, sweets."
"Bye."
He hangs up the phone and runs his hands over his face in frustration. He feels like the tie is choking him and all he needs is to know the truth. Louis enters the office without knocking, finding his boss looking tired (as usual).
"People didn't teach you to knock on the fucking door or what?" he exclaims, irritated, and his right hand shifts uncomfortably in place.
"I'm sorry. Just wanted to tell you that we're leaving, we'll continue this from Manchester, it's not safe for us all to be at your place, we might get ambushed."
He nods, hair moving with him. Louis leaves as does everyone else, and he finds himself alone in his mansion, waiting for Y/N. He tries to kill time, but all he can think about is that he needs to find that loudmouth, and he needs to find them now.
It's Y/N, it has to be her. His men couldn't have betrayed him.
It hurts, it hurts like shit, he... he loves her, he wanted to tell her that, and she fucked it all up for what, to get money? protection? he didn't understand. But once again he'd trusted in vain.
He's sitting on the black sofa drinking his third glass of whiskey, Bullets watches him from afar and knows not to approach his father when he's angry (that is, most of the time when Y/N isn't in the house). Not because he's gonna hurt him, that's never, but because he can't cuddle him when he's busy being angry.
His suit is undone, he's thrown his jacket somewhere in the house and his shirt's almost completely unbuttoned, proudly showing off the butterfly tattoo. Harry stares at the fireplace that's trying to warm the cold atmosphere, when the door opens.
Ironically, a ray of sunshine streams through the opening, and Y/N's voice breaks the curt silence. "Sweets, m'home. Brought you a little piece of an apple pie!"
The nickname makes his heart feel around so much darkness, but what's the point of it if she'd betrayed him... why did his body keep reacting like that?
Easy, and he knew it; because he was in love.
He doesn't look away from the fire even as she stands confused beside him, causing her sweet scent to enter his nostrils making him shiver. "H, you're okay?" She asks, sitting down next to him to rest a hand on his back.
Harry stands up before she can touch his body and makes her clench her fist against her chest in embarrassment. He rests the empty glass against a shelf, but still doesn't speak.
"I don't understand." She mutters, standing behind him. "Did I do something wrong?"
Her soft tone of voice ruins it, and millions of words flit through his head in a microsecond. He wants to ask her so many things, but most of all he wants to know why.
Y/N keeps talking, eating away at what little patience the gang leader is known for having, until he turns to look her in the eye.
She's never seen him like that before.
That shade of his green eyes... that darkness behind the gaze with the raised eyebrows... it was only for his enemies, for when one of his men irritated him, for a traitor.
"You did it." He speaks, his voice hoarse with alcohol and anger. "Shit, Y/N. You did it!"
Harry's wry clapping contrasts in the atmosphere, and his sly grin against her expression of pure confusion does too.
"I thought you'd never do it, but you surprised me." He takes his glass and fills it again, raising it in front of her. "Cheers to that."
Y/N stirs in place uncomfortably, what's going on? she was hoping to get to his house and cuddle up together watching some movie she liked and he hated but only watched it for her. The scenario she encountered is nothing like that, and she has a feeling that this is not going to end well.
She doesn't know if she's ready to fight him for the first time, not when it's Harry we're talking about.
"Are you gonna tell me what's going on or are we gonna keep playing these stupid games?" She asks, crossing her arms and the long haired one is taken by surprise by her surly tone, she always had the sweet voice.
"There's a spy in the gang." He mutters, putting the empty glass back on the shelf.
"And you think it's me."
At the silence and her boyfriend's wandering gaze Y/N lets out an unfunny laugh, shaking her head, she never thought this would happen. Sure, at first Harry didn't tell her things about the gang not only because he didn't quite trust her, but because he wanted to protect her, as time went on he opened up more, but apparently it wasn't worth it.
Bullets crawls out of the room, knowing that sleep is more important than his parents' fight.
"You can't be serious, Harry." She tells him, watching him wander across the dark floor. "You know there's no chance that is me."
"Do I?" He asks, raising his head to look at her. "You knew everything, every plan, every location, everything."
"And why would I want to betray you, huh?" Her footsteps echo, and she stops in front of him.
"Everyone has a price." He replies. "Everyone."
"I don't have one, not when it comes to you." Y/N replies, trying to talk some sense into him. "I can't believe you're thinking this."
He knew, deep down he knew it hadn't been her, but what if he was wrong and Y/N had told them everything? he couldn't take chances, and he couldn't wait for the boys to track down the rat either, not when their lives were on the line.
It had to be her, otherwise he would regret it for the rest of his life. "I told you everything."
"Harry–"
"Leave, Y/N."
His heart burned as he uttered those words, he wouldn't know how to survive without her, not when she had been his salvation, his ray of light amongst so much darkness, his angel.
She looked up at him, her eyes watery and her mouth half open, she couldn't believe what she was hearing, after all they'd been through she loved him madly and she was never going to be able to tell him that.
"You don't mean it." She whispers, ducking her head so he doesn't see the tears falling from her cheeks. "No, wait."
"It's over."
She lifts her head and looks up into his eyes that hide the pain, she knows he's faking it, there's no way.
"Harry, you can't do this!" Her voice echoes through the house. "Please, you have to believe me, I didn't do it, please–"
Her sobs interrupt her and the long-haired man looks up at the ceiling so he doesn't see the scene in front of him. He feels like he's been stabbed twenty times at the pain of seeing and hearing the woman he loves sad because of him, but it's what he must do.
Y/N's still crying even as Harry takes her by the shoulders to lead her to the door, opening it to take her out of the house.
They both look at each other once more and she's furious, she wants to scream a million things in his face but she doesn't have the strength, so she just limits herself by saying. "You promised you'd never hurt me."
The gang leader smiles sadly, squeezing the door between his ringed hand. "Darling, I'm a criminal, you can't trust me."
The door closes between them. Y/N covers her face with her hands sobbing wildly, on the other side, Harry cries too, and grabs the first thing within reach to throw it against the wall, smashing it into a thousand pieces.
If only he could be a normal person and not... this.
(...)
"You don't understand, Austin, I love him!"
Y/N stamps the pizza dough against the counter, looking at her employee who just grimaces and squeezes her shoulder. "And I know he loves you too."
"Well, you can't tell, because he kicked me out of his house and broke up with me over something stupid!" She says, picking up the dough again to knead it to perfection. "God, if only he wasn't so cute I swear..."
"This is your first crisis as a couple, you'll work it out." He waves his hand, not making a big deal out of it. "Though if it's your first fight and he's already broken up with you..."
He's interrupted by the door swinging wide open, and Niall walks through it, searching for her with his eyes until he finally finds her. "Y/N."
"Niall." She says, surprised.
He strides over and stops in front of her, they both stare at each other for a few seconds until he hugs her tightly, not wanting to let go.
"Missed you." He says when they finally pull apart. "Everything's shit without you."
She laughs sadly, shrugging her shoulders. "Harry decided for everyone, as always."
The Irishman nods, looking around at the messy kitchen around them. "Do you have a minute?"
"Yes, yes." Y/N quickly wipes herself down with a dishtowel and walks with Niall behind her.
They leave the kitchen through the back door, leading to where Harry and Y/N first spoke, and the memory causes a stitch in her chest.
She missed him too much.
"What did you wanna tell me?" She asks, folding her arms in the cold.
"We found the spy."
(...)
"Sorry mate, she told me to fuck off."
Harry sighs, hiding his face in his arms then saying. "Here, for doing me the favour and going to talk to her."
The leader dumps three large wads of bills in front of his friend, who snorts and shakes his head. "You think I'm gonna take the fucking money? We're friends, whether you want it or not."
The bodyguard walks over to the office door and opens it, but before he leaves he turns around and says. "Oh, and grow some balls, Harry. You shoot people almost everyday but can't bring yourself to talk to your ex-girlfriend, we won't always be around to clean up the mess you leave."
The clatter of the door sounded in the silent room, Harry doesn't know what to say, he doesn't dare say a word because he knows Niall's right, he's an asshole and he should be the one to get Y/N back, not someone else.
The loudmouth had been Daniel, a new one in the business, and he'd made sure that he wouldn't bother anyone else. How could he've thought it was his angel?
He was like shit, he thinks he hasn't had a shower for a long time because of his greasy hair, he's stopped wearing suits to be alone in his pyjamas since Louis' the one who runs everything momentarily, he likes to drink and cry while petting his cat who misses her too.
Who couldn't miss her? It's only been a week since they broke up, and he feels like he's going crazy. It's not enough for him to get updates from Niall who still protects her from the shadows, he needs to see her, kiss her and ask for forgiveness.
Harry doesn't remember the last time he said sorry, it was when he came home with a busted lip and a black eye for the first time? yes, maybe, and that was when he was seventeen.
Now he's twenty-one and has an angel in his dark life he can't let go. He gets up from the chair determined, looking at the time on the expensive vintage clock in the corner of the room, it's early, early enough to go and get the love of his life back.
He takes a bath and puts on his black jeans with a hoodie and his chelsea boots, checks in the mirror that his hair is perfectly combed and runs downstairs, where his cat is lying on the sofa and is startled by the rumbling.
"Don't worry, Bullets, Mummy's gonna be back soon." Harry pets him and leaves a kiss on his nose. "Or at least I'll try."
He walks down to his garage, where he quickly picks out the Range Rover and gets out as quickly and safely as possible. It's ten o'clock at night, Y/N has already closed the restaurant and must be doing her bedtime routine.
"What are yeh doing?" Harry asks, leaning against the back of the bed, watching his girlfriend's shadow move constantly.
It's the first time he's stayed the night at her house, and he's sure it must be funny to see his all-black clothes in the pastel-coloured room and a man of his appearance lying on a bed with a blanket with the print of a tiger.
"My bedtime routine." Y/N comes out of the bathroom with a headband holding her hair out of her cream-filled face.
Harry feels his heart beating fast and his hands start to sweat, she makes him nervous, and he fears he might be falling in love.
"Do you wanna do it with me?"
Yes, he was falling in love, he didn't know it then, but he knows it now. Y/N is his everything, and he can't let her walk out of his life, which is why he now drives home fast, and sees the lights up, as well as his hopes.
He parks and gets out of the car in a hurry, not even thinking when he rings the doorbell until the door opens and he finally has her in front of him after so many days.
"Harry?" She asks in surprise, wearing a top and shorts that she wears as pajamas and he sighs through his nose at the sight. "What are you doing here? Didn't Niall talk to you?"
"Yes, yes he did, that's why m'here." He doesn't know what to say, he's practiced this under his breath on the way here but now he doesn't remember anything, fuck.
They're both silent for a few seconds, Y/N with an expression of total confusion and Harry with one of shame. She has one hand on the door, and the scene reminds her of when he kicked her out of his house but with the roles reversed.
After a few seconds, she asks. "Are you gonna tell me something?"
He runs a hand through his hair, tousling it. He wants to die right then and there, he doesn't know how to ask for forgiveness, he never has, but for her he can do anything.
"Forgive me." He says, head down. "I should never have doubted you, fuck, Y/N, sorry."
"Yes, you should never have doubted me." She replies. "You shouldn't have not let me talk either, broke up with me and kicked me out of your house."
He nods apologetically, looking into her eyes. "I'm sorry for everything I did, I'm a fucking asshole and I don't deserve you, but please… I promise if you forgive me, I'll make it right this time."
Y/N looks down at her hands as he clasps them together, taking her small, warm hands between his frozen ones. She wants to forgive him, to let him in and curl up with her face hidden in his hair as he strokes her back, but she can't do it so soon, she can't.
"Please, angel, please." Harry sobs, and it's the first time she's seen tears streaming down his cheeks. "There's just no getting through without you."
She feels a lump in her throat. "You have to give me some time, Harry, I thought that… I don't know, that you'd send your men after me, thinking I was the enemy."
He feels disgusted that he made his love live in fear, he would never forgive himself for what he did, no matter if she ever did. "In my life, you always have to be aware of the people around you, there are few you can trust, and I thought maybe, shit, I don't know why I thought that."
"I don't know either." Y/N smiles sadly, taking a step back. "Go away, Harry, just... give me three days."
"Three days?" His eyes sparkle.
"Three days."
(...)
Harry frowns at the brightness crashing against his eyelids, did he fall asleep with the light on again?
He tries to rub his fist across his eyes, but his hands are immobile. They're tied to a wooden chair, as are his feet.
He opens his eyes in alarm, with a curtain of hair in front of them narrowing his field of vision that quickly disappears when someone grabs him by the hair on the back of his neck, tilting it upwards. He grunts in pain, narrowing his eyes so that he can see in front of him without being disturbed by the bright light.
"Harry fucking Styles." Jameson Smith grins in front of him, flashing his gold paddle. "We finally got you, motherfucker."
He lets go, causing his head to fall forward before he lifts it up on his own. "If it wasn't for a rat in m'gang, you never would've even smelled my fucking scent."
The American laughs sardonically and slams his fist into Harry's stomach, who gasps from sudden shortness of breath, he knows he's already been hit more, the blood in his mouth gives them away.
"What the fuck do you want?" He asks, his voice muffled because of the pain. "We've already given you a territory."
"I want the whole area."
This time it's Harry's turn to laugh, tilting his head back he lets out loud, high-pitched guffaws. He can't believe what his poor ears have to listen to, a zone? this bald old man was clearly fucked in the head.
He keeps laughing, eyes closed, until a punch to his nose makes him grunt in pain. He feels the bone shift and is sure his septum is broken as the blood keeps leaking from his nostrils, sliding down his neck until it disappears into the fabric of his hoodie he wore to go to Y/N's house.
Y/N, holy fuck, if he'd kidnapped him before he could get into his Range Rover, that means they'd seen her and where she lives. The mere thought causes panic throughout his body, where is she? he just prays she never sees him like this.
If he bleeds, she should be the last to know.
"No, we didn't took the girl." Jameson replied as if he had read his mind. "We'll leave her as… the next warning."
Harry spat in his face, the red of his saliva mingling in the man's grizzled beard. "You're dreaming if you think you'll ever lay one of your sausage fingers on her."
Smith smiles cynically, wiping his face with the back of his wrist and kneeling in front of him. "Don't tempt me, Styles, with just a command I can get her to be here, maybe in those little shorts she was wearing earlier–"
The headbutt aimed at Jameson's nose echoes through the small room, and Harry barely has time to celebrate when he pulls a revolver from his waistband and slams the butt of it into the back of his neck, knocking him out.
(...)
Y/N couldn't fall asleep after her conversation with Harry, and is somewhat thankful that if she hadn't been awake, she wouldn't have heard the knocking on her door at three in the morning.
She gets up from the sofa, adjusting the cardigan against her body and looks through the peephole, finding Zayn's face and behind him the other three men.
"Hey, is everything okay?" She asks as she opens the door and lets them in.
She knows something isn't right, they'd never come to her flat before and they all looked scared and worried. Y/N had never seen them like that.
"Sit down, Y/N." Liam tells her, and they all follow her to the sofa where she sits again.
"You're scaring me, is Harry okay?" She asks, starting to feel the nerves building up in her chest.
Now that she thinks about it, she didn't hear his car leave the street, and the mere fact that something bad has happened to him terrifies her. Sadly, Niall mutters. "Someone kidnapped him."
Y/N holds a hand to her chest in horror, navigating her gaze between the four boys who look at her in grief. Louis sits down next to her and takes her hand, squeezing it.
"We need your help, otherwise we wouldn't be here worrying you." He says, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. "Before you and Harry broke up, he made a will."
The paper falls into her hands and she takes it silently, she has no words, she doesn't know what to say, she can barely read the paper. All she's thinking about is if he's okay, she needs him to be okay.
"In that will, it says that if anything happens to him, you're the next in charge."
She lifts her head to look up at Zayn in surprise, her mouth is open in shock and she can't believe what her ears have just picked up. "Me?"
"Yeah, you. It used to be Louis, but when Harry met you, he quickly decided to put you instead." Niall replies.
"I gotta admit it hurt my ego at first but I'm over it now." The Doncaster man shrugs.
"But why me? I don't know anything about gangs, about guns, I...–" She scratches her hands nervously, searching for answers in her friends' eyes.
"We'll take care of that, you just give the call." Liam kneels down in front of her as do the other two. "We know where Harry is, but we need a plan and for you to give us permission to go in."
She blinks a couple of times to make sure she's not dreaming and nods quickly, getting up from the couch followed by the men. "So, do you guys have any ideas?"
Niall nods. "We're going in through the front, it's going to be dangerous, yeah, but quicker."
"Oh so you're crazy?"
The question catches them off guard, and they look at each other. "Do I have to answer honestly?" Louis says, and Y/N rolls her eyes.
"You have to plan it right, the leader, your best friend, my– Harry's in danger." She walks over to the table, grabbing a notepad to start taking notes. "You're gonna sneak in, first kill the guards but no guns, with a few knives or just choke them. It's better if it's small groups of people–"
"It's just us, there's not a lot of people on the base." Liam adds.
"Then maybe it's best if you split into two groups, one will look for Harry, the other will make sure there's no inconvenience, then, you're gonna reunite to rescue Harry."
Y/N continues to explain the plan as she looks at them and notes, they're stunned, and when she finishes Liam decides to speak up. "How do you know all this?"
She feels the blood rise to her cheeks. "Well, I had no choice being the girlfriend of a gang leader, sometimes it's all he talks about."
The five of them are about to leave, she's going to stay at Harry's house where she'll wait for them, it's not safe to stay here alone, not after being watched. They all get into Louis' car and leave her at the mansion and then head back to the base. "Good luck." Y/N whispers as she watches the car drive off down the street.
As she gets in, she feels tired, and now realizes how much she missed this house, because even though it was dark and quiet, it was the home where she and Harry were happy.
Then she heard the meow.
Bullets ran to her meowing, scrubbing at her legs with his tail raised and purring.
"Oh, my baby!" She exclaims, scooping him up in her arms and leaving kisses all over his head. "I missed you, so much."
And he missed her too, bumping their heads together and licking her nose, his mum was back. Y/N sits on the sofa with the cat in her lap, leaving cuddles on him but she can't stop thinking about what must be going on at that base. She's scared, really scared.
(...)
Doors, footsteps, gunshots, moans of pain are all Harry's ears can pick up.
His whole body aches from his bad posture, bound hands and feet and his broken septum, but he has no time to worry about his pain now. He opens his eyes, grunting in the light and sees Jameson pacing around the dingy room, he's talking into a radio and looks extremely nervous.
"Don't let them get to where I am." Is the last thing he says before he sees that the british man is awake and approaches him. "You're in luck, Styles. Your fucking friends came to save you."
Harry smiles, his bloodshot teeth forming a grotesque, cynical sight for anyone who sees it. He's relieved, and now understands that the shots are from his friends, his brothers.
"Don't smile too much, I won't let them find you alive." The old man removes the gun from his waistband and takes the safety off, aiming it at the long-haired man's temple. "Something you want me to say to your sweet girl?"
He clenches his jaw angrily and if it weren't for being tied up, he would've already emptied the clip all over Jameson's face, warping it into a beautiful abstract painting he wishes he could hang in his living room for all to see. He doesn't care that he's going to die, he knows the consequences his life carries, but shit how he's going to miss his mom, his sister, his friends, his cat and most of all his angel.
He'll miss everything about her, her smell, her smile, her sweet way of being, when she would come into his office to leave him something to eat or to beg him to go to bed with her, when she would give him kisses on his jaw or when she would sometimes braid his hair even though he proclaimed he hated it.
Harry opens his mouth and takes a breath to speak, but the door bursts open and a perfect hole is drawn in Jameson's forehead, the product of Zayn's magnum 44.
His limp body falls to the floor in a thud, and his four best friends come over to him, dropping to their knees.
"H, shit." Niall says, scanning his body.
"Mate… your nose." Liam closes his eyes sensitively as does Louis who whispers a "i'm gonna vomit."
"Wouldn't you two better stop crying like little girls and untie me? this chair isn't specifically the best place to sleep." He rolls his eyes, but inside he's relieved to the bone that they're here.
Liam and Niall untie him and carry him to the car while Zayn and Louis cover them with their guns raised in case there's anyone else left at the base. Luckily, that doesn't seem to be the case, and they all get into the car safely.
Harry groans as he feels the comfortable seat against his hard back, he needs to sleep for at least a week, preferably hugging Y/N's warm body.
He opens his eyes wide, lifting his head. "Where's Y/N?"
"She's at your house, waiting for you." Liam glances at him in the rearview mirror and he sighs.
"You still have to wait." Zayn adds as he drives through the dark streets of London. "I have to put that shitty nose of yours back in place."
Harry smiles and tries to relax, but it's hard when he was about to die, his nose is broken, and he just wants to see Y/N. He just wants her.
It takes at least two hours of driving before they reach his mansion and he can already see the sky starting to clear, the tiredness is already setting in and he feels bad that Y/N probably hasn't slept either because she's worried.
He gets out of the car with Niall's help and Liam opens the door, ushering them all in. The living room light is on and he feels excited to see her again, he wants to run if his legs weren't so bloody sore.
"Go, we'll wait for you here." Louis tells him and they all nod.
Harry limps into the room, holding his stomach and smiles when he sees her, she doesn't seem to have heard the noise they made when they came in, and only when he grunts from the pain she turns around.
"H!" She exclaims and runs to him, hugging him and bursting into tears.
Y/N sobs desperately, hiding in his chest, she was so scared, she didn't even want to think about the things that could've happened to him if the boys hadn't rescued him. "You're here."
She breaks away to take his face in her hands and look at him. He looks terrible, his nose is already starting to turn purple and there's dried blood all over his factions, but he looks beautiful as ever, and she knows she'll never love anyone the way she loves him.
He smiles and nods. "I'm here."
His thumb wipes away her tears and he presses their foreheads together. He's happy, he's full, but shit how his legs are aching. "Can we... go to the sofa, please?"
She nods furtively and helps him sit, where Bullets is waiting happy to see his father again, curled up in his lap, getting cuddles. Y/N feels a pain in her chest at seeing Harry so hurt, but he was alive and that was all that mattered.
A few minutes pass, Y/N has one arm around Harry's shoulders, stroking the long hairs at the nape of his neck, and he's stroking his black cat, thinking about what to say.
"You know," He begins. "When I was kidnapped, they told me they saw you, they saw where you live and what you look like."
She feels a shiver run through her body and clings tighter to him, urging him to continue.
"I can't let anything happen to you, I swore to protect you, and that's what I want to do forever." He lifts his head to look into her eyes. "I can't wait any longer, not even three days, move in with me, Y/N."
Her eyebrows raise in surprise, they haven't even said the three words yet, but they know, and aside from having to leave her house because they now know where she lives, there's nothing she wants more than to be with him when she comes home from a long day's work.
So Y/N smiles, and gives him a peck on the lips, not caring about the blood. "I'd love to."
Harry sighs quietly, if suffering for years meant that at some point he would find his angel, he'd live through everything he went through a thousand and one more times. They both stay silent and cuddled together, the only thing that can be heard is their breaths and Bullets purring until Zayn enters the room.
"Sorry to interrupt your romantic moment, but, Harry, if I don't fix your wounds you're gonna stay like this for life and I don't think Y/N would like that."
She breaks away from him quickly. "I forgot, I'm sorry!"
The gang leader stands with her help and grunts, starting to walk towards his friend who's waiting for him with gloves on and a needle with thread in his hand. Before disappearing through the frame, he turns and looks Y/N in the eye. "You'll be waiting for me so we can do your bedtime routine together, right?"
"Always."
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erodasfishtacos · 2 years
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The Bet
prompt: yn wagers a bet.
warnings: smut, pain kink, 18+ minors dni
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It’s always about pushing each other to their limits.
If people thought Harry and YN would settled down, not be as risky and overall psychotic once they had children - they were wrong.
Now it doesn’t happen as much as it used to because they have always and will always put their children first and they both enjoy being a little family more than anything.
But they’ve never lost the spark that pulled them together in the first place.
They were at the warehouse, babies are home with their trusted nanny and an army of security guards - they rarely were away from their babies.
Harry has trouble concentrating and feels itchy when he’s spent too much time apart from his children, he has trouble doing anything but worrying about them.
He barely goes fifteen minutes without checking the security cameras.
YN is directing their men to move a massive crate onto a truck when Harry saunters over to her, phone in hand and putting it in front of her.
“H, I’m a bit busy-“
“Just look real fast,” Harry insists, moving the phone even closer, “They’re bein’ so cute. Look at Beau sharing his blocks with Ollie. Do you think they’re getting tired yet? S’nearly bed time. If Patty doesn’t get them to bed soon, m’calling and bitching her out because we’ve told her how important their routine is.”
YN squints her eyes at him, wanting to be annoyed with him but he’s so a good father to their babies that she can’t.
They both get overly anxious about their children but Harry is by far more of the worry-wart when it comes to them, YN is a bit more realistic and relaxed.
YN loves how she can watch her husband go from literally blowing someone’s brains out to worrying that the bath water is too hot and he drains the tub to get the perfect temperature four times.
The babies had been a handful lately, in their terrible twos, and YN was craving some time with her big, bad, aggressive, rough husband tonight.
“You need to get out of dad mode for a bit,” YN hums with a sultry smile, leaning forward and connecting their lips - he automatically kisses back and is surprised but opens his mouth when YN’s tongue pushes its way through.
Harry’s hand moves to her hair, knitting in and yanking back hard, YN could have moaned in relief at the pain.
There he is.
The switch hadn’t been difficult today.
“You think you can just hang all over me in front of my men?” Harry hisses in a dominant tone, the one he knew his wife was begging for, “Already put two babies in you and you’re still so desperate for me to fuck you.”
“Kiss me,” YN complains brattily, easy to fall into these roles with him because she knows she’s so safe with him.
“Kiss me,” He parrots in a taunting tone as he pulls at her hair again, “If I wasn’t so possessive, you’d been down on your knees with my cock kissing the back of your throat.”
Holy fuck.
He’s so hot.
“A bet,” YN gasps out between shocks of tingling chills, her eyes fluttering a bit, “I bet you that I can get Niall yell before you could.”
Niall rarely ever raised his voice, it was a decent wager.
Harry’s eyebrow raises, his crooked smile making his dimples pop, and he almost looks boyishly cute for a moment.
“What do I win, when I win,” Harry drawls, already cocky as his hand moves from her hair to the back of her neck and gripping the skin there.
“I’ll put on the skimpy little lingerie outfit you bought for me when we get home and use the paddle on me,” YN offers because she knows he’ll agree to anything if he gets to see in her sexy underwear and use the paddle - they rarely use it because it hurts so good she can barely sit after.
“Deal,” Harry breathes out, determined and he crudely reaches down to give himself an adjustment as he twitches at the mere thought.
“You haven’t heard what I would win,” YN titters with a smile, leaning forward to kiss the hinge of his jaw, “I get to tattoo your bum. YN’s property.”
Harry doesn’t look amused but he’s not turning down a potential paddle session, “Already got your name tattooed down my fuckin’ neck. Nobody sees my arse but you.”
“It’ll be nice to look at when I eat it,” She says innocently before gasping in surprise when Harry lands a hard smack to her backside, “What was that for?”
“My hand slipped,” He lies with the same innocent tone she’d just used, “Deal, brat.”
They shake hands before Harry softens just the littlest bit and brings her left hand up, kissing her wedding band before stalking off.
He doesn’t know she already has a plan.
Harry tries it first, finding Niall and demanding that he moves the heavy crates he just moved to another spot.
“But…” Niall groans unhappily, his shirt was drenched is sweat, “What’s the difference between here and two feet over?”
“I think it looks better,” The leader replies, unbothered by Niall’s annoyed expression as he leans against a shelving unit.
“Bloody weirdo..” Niall mutters under his breath before being to pick up the first wooden box to move.
When two other men try to come help, Harry stops them and shakes his head, “Niall doesn’t need any help.”
Niall eyes bug out at that but he just shakes his head and continues to complain under his breath as he works.
Harry thinks he’s getting somewhere, confident he’s going to win when a deafening boom echos through the building and the box currently in Niall’s hands falls apart.
“Motherfucking shit!” Niall screams in surprise as he realizes YN shot that box he was holding from the side so it didn’t hit him but it was still close, “What the fuck?”
“Target practice,” YN smirks with a pleased look as she stares at her husband before lowering the revolver down again, still smoking.
Harry is begrudgingly impressed.
Niall’s still losing his shit when Harry stands up, ignoring him and the other men rushing to see the commotion.
YN winks at her husband before turning on her heel, glancing over her shoulder, and telling him, “Let’s go home. I got a reward to redeem.”
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YN is focusing intently on his plump but small bum as he lays on his stomach on their bed, the needle pressing the dark ink into his skin.
“Fuckin’ cheap,” Harry grumbles, hissing when she digs a bit deep before readjusting, “You had that all planned.”
“Yeah,” She agrees easily, “I really wanted to tattoo this on your ass.”
“You know I would have let you without a bet,” Harry rasps sweetly, he was so fucking gone for her - he’d let her tattoo her name on his forehead and he’d wear it with pride.
“So good to me,” She leans down to kiss his bare shoulder blade before continuing, she wasn’t skilled and it was more painful than a normal one with a professional.
“Oh fuck,” Harry moans when she hits a tender spot and he can feel how hard he is against their bedding, resisting the urge to rut forward.
“Knew you’d get horny,” YN chuckles lowly, “Almost done than you can come, okay?”
“Yeah baby,” Harry murmurs in his slow, drawn out speech - nearly slurred with how turned on he is right now, “Want t’come.”
As soon as she puts down the gun, Harry is wriggling until he’s kneeling - his mouth finding her and begging, “M’close, just need your hand, brat.”
“Sucha slut,” YN coos teasingly but obliges, wrapping her fingers around him and beginning to twist on the upward stroke like he loves.
“M’not,” Harry bites back, abs jumping as he gets close, takes his wife’s bottom lip between his teeth and nibbles.
“Oh really?” She challenges and what she does next makes Harry come on the spot, she reaches around and smacks him hard on the arse, right over his tattoo.
He mewls out in pain but then pleasure is coating every inch of his skin as he begins to come into her palm, pushing his hips forward as he moans.
When he comes down, Harry’s so loving, always does after he gets even a little subby, slips his hand into her panties and murmurs sweet nothings as he makes her come.
“Never have to wonder why m’so obsessed with you.”
“Best I ever had. Can’t believe I have you forever.”
“Only person who makes me weak. Have me on a fuckin’ leash, pet.”
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satanhalsey · 2 years
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Uma what would all your Harries do if their YNs did that tiktok trend where they pretend being on the phone with someone and go “I'm with a friend”? I feel like they would throw a tantrum lmao 😭
there you go my love! this is so disgustingly fluff... ugh.
HARRY'S MASTERLIST | NERDRRY UNIVERSE | GANGRRY UNIVERSE | SINCE FOREVER UNIVERSE
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(yeah i know i need to put nerdrry on the photo)
NERD!HARRY & POPULAR!YN:
he'll just stay quiet, thinking if maybe he misread the signs but perfectly remembering when she asked him to be her boyfriend. so why does she called him a friend?
they weren't friends, well– they were, but they also were more than that. friends didn't do what they did. friends didn't love eachother the way he loves her, friends...
y/n stops recording, realizing that the tiktok wasn't worth it since it only was harry being quiet and the moment his face deforms into a sad expression. she feels bad, and instantly goes to hug him.
"baby, it was for a tiktok." she whispers, placing kisses on his cheeks and stroking his curls.
he lifts his head and looks into her eyes. he has a pout on his pink lips, but you can tell he's relieved. "i thought i was wrong about... us."
y/n's heart breaks, and she furtively shakes her head. "no, never. you're my boy, i'm your girl, and that's it. it was just a stupid joke."
harry flashes a small, tight-lipped smile, dimples showing. the girl pokes them and straddles him, grabbing his cheeks to look into his eyes.
"tell me you understand."
at the sudden rule harry blushes furtively and nods with parted lips, but still mutters a small "understood."
GANG!HARRY UNIVERSE:
the instant y/n calls him 'a friend' harry smiles cynically, running his tongue over his teeth and shaking his head, causing a few strands to escape from his bun.
she's sitting on the sofa and sees him coming from the kitchen, the camera perfectly capturing his angry but quizzical expression, and he stands in front of her with his hands on his hips.
she pretends to hang up the phone and looks at him expectantly. "you're okay?"
"oh so you're asking me if i'm fucking okay after hearing m'wife calling me her damn friend?"
aaaand there he goes.
"i can't believe you, we're married, you're my bloody world and my everything and you are calling me your... friend?!" he runs a hand over his head, undoing the bun.
he's exasperated, furious, and y/n can't help the laughter that escapes from her chest, which makes him even more (if possible) angry.
"what the fuck are you laughing at, huh?" he asks, crossing his arms and bending his leg, looking like an angry diva. "tell me the joke, c'mon."
"it was for tiktok!" she laughs, getting up from the couch to hug him around the waist, resting her head on his chest.
he remains silent and doesn't hug her even though he's dying to do it, because she smells so good and is so soft and he wants to see how the video turned out.
y/n lifts her head to look at him. "don't be mad, it was fun!"
"yeah, i actually had a fucking blast." harry rolls his eyes, but still presses his forehead against hers. "don't call me your friend again, we both know that the things i do to yeh aren't friendly."
she sighs, pulling away from him. "and you had to ruin the sweetness of the moment."
"please, i'm a fucking dream." he chases her through the house, taking her hand to turn her around and pull her against his body. "let's take a nap, i have a deal at ten."
"okay, bestie."
"ha–ha."
SINCE FOREVER UNIVERSE:
harry's high-pitched laugh could be heard throughout los angeles. he squirms on the couch, and y/n can swear she saw tears come out of his eyes.
she pretends to hang up the phone, and says. "what's so funny?"
"your... your, friend!" he bursts out laughing again, reaching out to throw himself on top of y/n on the bed, and she groans at the weight. "ah, that was even better than my jokes."
"i don't understand." she continues the role, stealthily filming him.
"m'heart, yeah we're best friends, 'besties' if you wanna call it that way– but first we're husband and wife." he says, leaving kisses on her neck and y/n just knows, knows that if she'll ever post this tiktok everyone will go insane. "so please don't call me that again."
she smiles, looking at the wedding ring on her finger. "i can't even do a tiktok trend without you being the most cute human being."
he laughs, grabbing her phone and waving at the camera, whispering a "byeeee" to then release it and settle better on top her, putting his face inches from hers.
"give your bestie a kissy." he puts his lips in the shape of a duck, but y/n pushes his face to the side.
"didn't think that after we got married you'd become more lovey-dovey."
"and we still need something– someone else, for me to be even more cheesy."
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satanhalsey · 2 years
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Can you do another tik tok prank of all tropes
The one where yn texts harry this while he is leaving
"he just left, you can come over now"
there you go ♥︎ | harry's, since forever, olderry, gangrry, nerdrry
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SINCE FOREVER:
yn: he just left
yn: you can come over now
harry: Baby?
harry: It's that text for Zayn?
harry: He doesn't wanna come to our house if I'm there doesn't he.
yn: H 😭
harry: It's okay love. it's not your fault all the things that happened between us.
yn: curly it was a tiktok prank i'm so so sorry.
yn: you know that's not true.
yn: i love you.
harry: You aren't funny.
harry: Stream Harry's House. May 20.
yn: i want divorce.
OLDER!HARRY:
yn: he just left, you can come over now !
harry: Y/N?
harry: You're seeing someone else?
harry: I know we aren't official yet but I wanted to take you out to dinner and see what happens.
harry: But I guess we were always meant to be friends.
yn: harry please don't ever think that 😢 it was for tiktok!!
yn: i would love dinner w you, always 💗
harry: I'll pick you up in 30 ;)
GANG!HARRY:
yn: he just left, come over now <3
harry: Hilarious, really.
harry: Everyone knows you're mine.
harry: So I don't think someone wants to lose an eye because they're trying to get you.
yn: yk it's hot when you talk like that
harry: Yeah, does my baby get horny when I talk like this?
yn: yes, mr styles :)
harry: You're in for it, wait for me in bed.
harry: Naked.
NERD!HARRY:
yn: he just left so you can come over now.
harry: what ?
harry: but i just left your house, you're talking about me ?
harry: please don't tell me you're cheating on me, yn.
harry: please.
yn: baby i would never :( it was for tiktok, i fucking love you with everything.
yn: i swear i love you more than i love my mascara.
harry: i was so scared lovie ☹️ love u more.
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satanhalsey · 2 years
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Have you seen the TikTok trend of where gfs time their boyfriends response time for how long it takes to get to the gf in a ‘emergency? Would your characters do this and how would it go?
okayyyy, since we couldn't decide between gangrry or olderry, i thought i should post this messages with all the harry's!!! everyone say welcome to our hot old man and the new graphic because i honestly love it ♡ also be aware this days because i'm gonna post a one shot about jack (h's character in dwd)!!!
HARRY'S MASTERLIST | SINCE FOREVER UNIVERSE | GANG!HARRY | NERD!HARRY | OLDER!HARRY
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SINCE FOREVER:
Y/N: h please come home it's an emergency something bad just happened.
H: You're alright?????
Y/N: just come home please right now harry.
Y/N: emergency.
H: Yea
H: I've seen the TikTok too you know?
H: Hope you post this one 😋
H: Stream As It Was.
Y/N: I hate you.
H: No you don't!!!!! ❤️ you love meeeeeee.
GANGRRY:
Y/N: sweets pls you need to come back home it's an emergency.
H: You're okay?
H: Angel?
H: Please answer me, I'm gonna go with the boys right now.
Y/N: omg baby it was a joke from tiktok i'm so sorry 😭😭😭😭
H: Niall just told me, just don't do it again.
H: Please.
H: I love you, okay? don't want anything bad happening to my angel.
NERDRRY:
H: what are u writing ?
Y/N: how tf did you know i was writing.
H: cause i've been in the chat for the past twenty minutes waiting for you to send the text !
Y/N: okay weirdo.
Y/N: you need to come to my house it's an emergency.
H: are your tits okay
Y/N: yes....?
H: then it's not an emergency for me.
H: joking, i've seen the tiktok :)
H: can i come over? 💓
Y/N: no, use your hand.
H: 😭😭😭😭
OLDER!HARRY:
H: Baby it's everything okay?
H: I have a bad feeling.
Y/N: Actually you need to come home, something bad happened.
H: I'm already on my way, don't worry.
Y/N: You're on your way???? okay
Y/N: Can't stop the prank now.
H: A prank?? Y/N...
Y/N: 😀 I love youuuuuu.
H: 🙄
H: I love you too.
H: So much.
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satanhalsey · 2 years
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Ok uma but I need yn taking care of gangrry when he’s sick, and he just keeps pushing her away bc he’s supposed to be taking care of her and not the other way around🥺
okay i know you send this ask years ago but i was waiting to be inspired and NOW it's the time so let's go 😘 this is in the early stage of their relationship that's why they aren't married yet!
HARRY'S MASTERLIST | GANGRRY UNIVERSE
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"I'm fine– ah, shit." A sneeze interrupted him. "Y/N, I need to finish the contracts."
"Yeah, that's not gonna happen." She replies, as she wrings out a wet cloth into a bucket and then places it on his forehead. "You're burning, H."
The long-haired man smirks and is about to reply but an itch in his throat forces him to cough repeatedly.
Y/N shakes her head and leaves to make some soup. She'd arrived at her boyfriend's house after receiving no reply to any of her messages and found him passed out in front of his desk, his face buried in papers and his forehead boiling.
Moving his body from there to the bed had left her exhausted.
He'd woken up a few minutes ago and tried to get up only to be pushed back against the pillow. Y/N'd stripped him of his sweaty clothes and now he was only in his boxers, but under three blankets that kept him warm.
When she returns with a bowl of soup, Harry's leaning against the wall and folding his arms with an annoyed expression (as usual). The blankets had slipped down to his waist, leaving his naked torso exposed, so she quickly leaves the soup on the bedside table to cover him up.
"You're gonna get worse." She says as she covers him. "I brought you some soup, you're overworking yourself, baby."
"It should be me."
Y/N looks at him confused, crawling into bed. "Huh?"
"I should be taking care of you, not in bed fucking sick." Sneeze. "I gotta protect you, that's why I have to sign those contracts... to keep yeh safe."
He ducks his head in shame, and this is one of the few times she gets to see him blush. Her heart beats fast for the man beside her, and she grabs him to leave kisses on his cheeks, nose, and just all his face.
"You're so cute." She says, kissing him and brushing away the long hairs that stuck to his forehead from sweat.
"What the fuck did I say that was cute?"
So cute.
He lets himself be babied by her, secretly loving all the affection. He can see the good side of being sick, as long as he has his angel with him.
"Harry, just as you always take care of me, I'll take care of you too." Y/N replies, taking the bowl of soup and dipping the spoon into it, blowing before bringing it to his mouth. "Sure, we don't have the same ways, but you know what I mean."
He accepts the food, huming as he feels the warmth in his sore throat. He can feel himself starting to feel better, but right now he doesn't want this to end.
He finishes eating quickly and curls up next to her, who checks on him from time to time. Harry allows himself to stop thinking about the gang for a while and after twenty minutes, Y/N touches his forehead and cheeks.
"Your fever's gone down." She murmurs, stroking his cheek. "Feeling better?"
Yes. "No."
She's surprised. "No?"
He doesn't know why he said no, but he fakes a cough and snuggles against her chest. "Everything hurts like shit, feel like I've been shot in the damn head."
Y/N laughs quietly and covers them both, stroking his scalp. "Okay, wanna sleep for a while?"
"Only if you stroke m'hair." He murmurs against her neck, one hand wrapped around her waist and as always, one on her thigh, squeezing the skin in a comfort way.
By God, if all his enemies saw him like this they wouldn't be half as afraid as they are, but she loved being the only one to know this side of Harry Styles, Europe's greatest criminal.
"Always."
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satanhalsey · 2 years
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hiii:) can you do a little something of sf!harry talking about y/n in the zane lowe interview?
and also can i be 🧃 anon?
sorry for the late answer, i was busy writing the gangrry one shot!! and i'm really sorry but that anon is taken, you can choose another emoji if you want ♡ | since forever universe
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"–congratulations on your wedding, by the way!" zane says and harry feels himself start to blush.
"thank you, thank you so much." he replies, cheeks burning.
he's sure it will show on camera.
"i was talking to yn behind camera, she's a sweetheart. such a kind and down to earth person, you two are the same." zane adds. "i know we talked about her the last time but–"
"i could talk about her all day long for hours, it's not an issue, i promise yeh." the singer adds, bringing a hand to his chin.
they both laugh and harry glances behind the scenes, where his wife looks at them smiling. lowe squeezes the material of the couch in his hands as he thinks about the next question.
"how did she support you with the choice of you wanting to make the music you really want?" he asks. "did she like the change or did she advise you to do something else?"
"well i think– yn has always been the most supportive person for the last twelve years, it's just the way she is and she has shown me more when it comes to me being a solo artist, she loves all the albums equally, or that's what she tells me!" he laughs. "but i really think if it's me doing what i love and what i feel like doing, then she'll love it more than anything."
"awwww!" zane says jokingly and harry smiles through tight lips, tilting his head to the side and blushing hard. "i believe that as long as you keep writing about her, then she won't have a problem with the melody."
styles shrugs. "then i guess it'll be like this forever!"
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