#harry pov

[undercoverdrxco]

The first time Harry Potter had realized that his innocent, bookish ally, Hermione, had been sneaking around with their supposed enemy, Malfoy, it was by complete accident.

He had only been checking the marauders map to see if he could spot if Cho was wandering about with Cedric - they’d been a little too close and flirty lately and he was getting a little suspicious. But what he had found was even more suspicious. Suspicious enough that he left his worries of the whereabouts of his crush in the dust when finding that Hermione Granger’s name was severely close to Draco Malfoy’s as they occupied Snape’s potion closet.

Sure, Harry was aware that Hermione and Malfoy had been inconveniently paired up in their potions project, but Merlin, it was one a.m.

#dramione #draco and hermione #draco malfoy #dramione fanfic #Harry pov #5and1 #ooh this was fun #Harry is onto Hermione #secret romance #and he’s getting suspicious

[a-little-specificity]

bar

for @wolfstarmicrofic

The small but mighty tree shoved in the corner next to the bay window, just as Remus' mum had done it.

Warmly scented candles in ornate candle stick holders littered through the home, but mostly taking up residence on the mantle, just as Sirius' Uncle Alphard did around the holidays to spread some warmth during the dreadful Black family gatherings.

A fresh, bright red pointsettia serving as the centerpiece of their table, a nod to the ones Lily had used to decorate their home with.

And of course, an ever present and growing platter of sweets, lovingly baked from the recipes of Euphemia Potter's cookbooks.

Harry knew all these traditions, the amalgamation of family members gone and past, but he wanted more. Wanted to make new traditions with his Moony and Padfoot that were his. Theirs.

So that's how they found themselves down at the pub in the nearest Muggle town, the one that sits across the street from the bookshop Sirius and (mostly) Remus run, the front windows foggy but brightly lit from the twinkle lights within.

Harry had heard the other kids he played with in town some days talking about a town holiday celebration that they went to every year with their parents. Music, dancing, food, handmade sweets from old Ms. Bethan! It had taken him almost three whole hours to convince Remus and Sirius to go, but they finally agreed.

From the outside they could hear a chorus of a traditional Christmas folk song being sung, one Harry recognized from Remus' humming around the cottage.

"You ready to go in Haz?" Sirius said, his tartan scarf flapping in the wintry wind. Harry looked up at him, then over at Remus, whose pompom hat (loving knitted by Mrs. Weasley) was slowly disappearing under a layer of fine snow.

"To new traditions?" He said, grasping each one of their hands in his small mitten-clad ones.

"New traditions." They said warmly, in unison, stepping over the threshold into the bar, already on the receiving end of several Merry Christmases!

cross-posted on A03

#wolfstar raising harry #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar #harry pov #remus x sirius #sirius black #remus lupin #raising harry au #bar #holiday spirit !!!!

[sitp-recs]

Hi Liv! I know you're still on a fandom break, but your rec lists are the best and I really need some Harry pov fics—think Away Childish Things, Nice Things, and Here's the Pencil Make it Work all of which which I've already reread too many times in the past six months for me to describe accurately myself as "okay" so if you know of any other similar fics I'd much appreciate it!

Tysm and hope ur having a lovely evening 💜

Hello friend, happy to help! I haven’t read a lot recently so I apologize for not reccing any new fics here. I’m assuming you already know Turn by SG which has an iconic Harry POV, so I have listed other titles with a focus on pining!Harry. I hope you find some exciting new reads here!

Still Life, orphaned (M, 3k)

in a rambling way by @fw00shy (T, 7.5k)

Ron knocked Hermione up, and now Harry's got to figure out how to clone himself so that his friends don't split up fighting over him. Falling for Draco again was never part of the plan.

Clear As Mud by scoradh (M, 9k)

Set post-war and post-Harry's-conscience...

Poppiholla by @moonflower-rose (M, 12k)

Harry had accepted that he would pine silently for Malfoy forever, but one, humid summer might change that.

Take These Lies by @pennygalleon (E, 20k)

There’s a portrait of his godfather in Draco Malfoy’s potions shop and Harry needs to know why. But that’s not why he keeps coming back.

Faint Indirections by ignatiustrout (2019, T, 29k)

Draco Malfoy is the last person Harry expects to turn up in Boston, Massachussetts. But now he's here, and he won't stop requesting books from the library where Harry works.

On Your Shore by @xanthippe74 (M, 35k)

Clearing out a remote house full of cursed collectibles in the Outer Hebrides? Not a problem for an experienced curse breaker like Harry Potter. Spending a week with the straight, happily-married man that he’s starting to have feelings for? And sharing a bed with him at night? Surely Harry can handle that, too.

Rush (For A Gap That Exists) by @sleepstxtic-drarry (M, 42k) - F1 AU

A story of love and loss that grew amidst the most infamous rivalry in Formula One history: the story of Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.

Modern Love by @tackytigerfic (E, 61k)

Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is.

The Beauty of Thestrals and Other Unseen Things by @writcraft (E, 63k)

Harry has terrific friends, an amazing girlfriend and his job as Head Auror enables him to work on challenging cases and Ministry reform. He just wishes he could work out why he’s been so out of sorts.

The Promise of Summer by Omi_Ohmy (M, 66k)

How was Harry supposed to know that coming back for eighth year would be so confusing? Everything is the same, and yet not the same. And nowhere is this more obvious than with Draco Malfoy. Harry finds himself once more watching and following Malfoy, trying to work him out.

Home Truths by @skeptiquewrites, art by @fantalfart (E, 67k)

In the off-season Harry decided to fix up Grimmauld Place and found that Draco Malfoy was the only person who could help him. A demanding career and unrelenting press scrutiny were enough to deal with before Harry added a house with a mind of its own, family history, and a tense, flirty, complicated relationship with his childhood nemesis to the mix.

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by nerakrose and dustmouth (T, 96k)

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.

Grounds for Divorce by Tepre (E, 122k)

Malfoy finds a coin. Harry finds a letter.

By the Grace by lettered (T, 140k)

Harry is an Auror instructor. Malfoy wants to be an Auror.

#asks #drarry reclist #Harry pov

[nelweensfic]

Somebody else

Prompt 'You're somebody else' by Flora Cash. For @drarrymicrofic and thank you @cluelesspigeons for beta reading 😘

You're somebody else. The war has changed you. You're still as posh as ever, still talking like a pureblood would, but your body language, your eyes tell me otherwise. The way you look at your friends when they're insulting others, the way your eyes light up when you look at me. 

I’ve known you for years, you can’t fool me. You're clearly trying to be someone you're not anymore. You're slowly changing to be the person you're meant to be. 

And I'll wait to see who you'll be. Because I like what you show only to me. 

#nelweensfic #drarry microfic #drarry #post war #harry pov #drarry fic #drarrymicrofic #harry potter #draco malfoy

[wolfpants]

The tone for Pages of You will be a lot different than Led by Light (er, sorry guys, but Harry is just not as elegant nor as thoughtful as Remus John Lupin), but I'm really hoping it has a big heart and that's where it finds its joy. <3

#it's really a romcom #with some sad bits #harry POV #pages of you #led by light

[be11atrixthestrange]

A Visit To The Potters'

So, this is a SUPER belated birthday fic for @adenei. Basically, my life was crazy when her birthday came around, but she still deserves a story... even if it's a little late. Happy day, @adenei!!

Presenting: "A Visit To The Potters'," a sixth year AU with a jily-lives twist!

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“Ron, Hermione!” As soon as his two best friends cross the threshold into Harry’s childhood home, they are scooped up into a bear hug from none other than Lily Potter. “It’s been too long!”

“Hi, Mrs Potter,” mumbles Hermione, her face squished into the shoulder of Lily’s jumper. “Thank you for having us!”

“Yes, thank you!” says Ron, his voice equally muffled. “It smells delicious, by the way.”

“Good! I’m making your favorite!” Lily pulls away but catches them both at an arm’s length. “You two are so grown up!”

Ron and Hermione exchange a wordless glance, and their cheeks glow pink under Lily’s attention.

“Mum, you’re making my friends feel awkward,” says Harry from behind them.

Lily smiles and rushes past Ron and Hermione to engulf Harry in an embrace. “You’re so grown up too.”

“Stop,” he groans, only to elicit a laugh from his mum.

Over her shoulder, he can see his father, James Potter, clapping his friends on the back and initiating their ‘secret handshake’ — something his dad thinks is cool, but in reality, just embarrasses everyone. Still, his friends humour him and engage anyway.

James and Lily were so excited to have Ron and Hermione over for Christmas holidays during their first year at school — they wanted to hear all about Harry’s time at Hogwarts from the perspective of his friends. They said the report would be more accurate that way — Harry’s friends wouldn’t exaggerate anything and make him appear cooler or smarter, or more successful. They would surely share news about embarrassing moments and crushes, stuff that Harry might skip if he was interrogated alone.

It kept him humble, his dad would say, reminding Harry of whenever his uncle Sirius or Lupin would come over and correct James’ retellings of school events. “Actually, you were still on the bench that time Gryffindor won the house cup,” and “you never attended that party because you had detention for transfiguring Severus Snape into a duck.”

That first year sparked an annual tradition. Harry, Ron, and Hermione split their time between the Potters’, Weasleys’ and Grangers’ family homes each Christmas, and thus, any detailings of Hogwarts shenanigans over the past term became a little more colorful.

Now that they were in their sixth year, their parents had come to expect these vivid recollections, but it always surprised Harry how little they actually had to say. For example, a change of subject or an extended silence after a question about exams or merlin forbid, dating, was enough to initiate an inquisition.

Some things couldn’t be hidden from parents, especially when they had access to multiple sources of information.

“I’ve set up a spare mattress for Ron in your bedroom, Harry, and the guest room is all ready for Hermione. Make yourselves at home, and dinner will be ready in a few.”

Ron and Hermione exchange another look and turn toward the hallway. Their shoulders bounce together as they continue side by side to the bedrooms. At one point, Ron — who has become increasingly chivalrous this year —  lays his hand on her lower back to guide her down the hallway first.

Lily watches them with a soft smile before turning to her son. “Harry, could you help me in the kitchen?”

“Sure, Mum.”

In the kitchen, Lily continues preparing dinner — steak and kidney pies as well as a hearty vegetable soup, it’s aroma wafting through the kitchen. The smell immediately makes Harry feel at ease, bringing with it comforting memories of home, childhood, and Christmas. James takes a stack of plates and cups from the shelf and carries it into the dining room to set the table.

“Is that strange for you?

Harry sends his mother a questioning glance. “Is what strange?”

Lily nods toward the hallway. “Ron and Hermione.”

“What about them?”

“Them dating?”

“What?” scoffs Harry. “What are you talking about? They’re not together.”

With a chuckle, his mum continues,“Yeah, honey. They definitely are.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

Lily shrugs. “I can see it. They way they interact; it’s different than I remember. More comfortable, but also more nervous. They stand extremely close to one another. It wasn’t like that last year.”

What on earth is she talking about? “Mum, you’re barmy. That doesn’t mean anything —”

“You know, you could stand to be a little more observant.” laughs Lily. “You must have inherited that from your father.”

“Inherited what?” calls James from the dining room where he’s busy setting the table. “My wicked bad eyesight?”

“That and your obliviousness,” answers Lily.

“Obliviousness? What obliviousness?”

Lily gives Harry a look and mouths ‘see what I mean?’ before waving her husband off. “Nevemind, James!”

Harry thinks back to Ron and Hermione’s interactions this past year. What was different? Sure, they went to Slughorn’s party together, but that was only as friends. Harry was there too — so it had to be. He recalls the day Hermione asked Ron to come to the party — he had assumed she meant with them, not just her. It wasn’t supposed to be a date… if it had been a date, wouldn’t they have been annoyed that Harry didn’t leave their side all evening?

Maybe it was a date, and Harry was just in the way, an awkward, oblivious third wheel.

Harry’s head is spinning when his mother interrupts his thoughts. “They really haven’t mentioned anything?”

“No, they haven’t.”

“Hmm. I’m sure they will soon,” she adds in a reassuring tone. “But for now, go tell them dinner’s ready. And make sure they’re not getting up to any funny business.”

“Yeah,” says Harry, his thoughts still spinning. “I’ll go tell them.”

Shaking his head, Harry exits the kitchen and passes through the living room into the hallway. He sees that his bedroom door is open, but it’s empty. Ron must be in the guest room. With Hermione.

He approaches the guest room — the door is closed and he can hear the mumblings of his two best friends inside. His eyes narrow at the door as he debates whether he should open it.

Are they really dating? If so, why didn’t they tell him?

His mind flutters to an unsettling thought. What if they’re doing something in there… something private?

The liklihood depends on how long they’ve been together. Was it Slughorn’s party? Or before that? They sure did spend a lot of time alone on prefect rounds, and Harry hasn’t noticed any recent changes in their behavior, so maybe it’s been going on for a while.

Or maybe his mother’s just barmy.

He lays a hand on the knob, but freezes before turning it.

In the small chance they are together, they wouldn’t dare do anything questionable. Not at his parents house.

Harry turns the knob and swings the door open to find Ron and Hermione sitting on the bed. He instantly studies the space between them. They are sitting close together — closer than Harry would sit to either one of them — but that doesn’t mean anything, right?

His mum is probably overthinking it.

“Hi, Harry!” says Hermione with a soft smile.

“Am I interrupting something?” The words spill from his lips.

The pair share a glance that’s loaded with information — none of it remotely decipherable to Harry. Then Ron grins. “No, of course not. What would you be interrupting?”

“I don’t know. You tell me,” presses Harry.

Ron’s face lights up pink and he splutters his response. “What does that mean?”

“Nothing,” says Harry with a shrug. “Dinner’s ready.”

Ron and Hermione meet each others’ eyes and appear to have a silent conversation. Their questioning expressions could mean many things. ‘What’s wrong with Harry?’ Or maybe, ‘Do you think he knows about us?’

Their telepathic communication is over almost as soon as it begins when Ron turns back to Harry. “Great!” He hops up from the bed and brushes past Harry into the hallway.

Hermione follows behind him, her cheeks pink and a slight smirk on her face.

Huh. Interesting.

Harry turns his back on the guest room and trails his friends to the dining room, now watching them closely. Hermione catches up to Ron and stands on her tiptoes to whisper into his ear. It’s something that makes Ron laugh, which is odd, because Hermione’s not funny. Their hands brush against one another before they sit down, exchanging another loaded glance and claiming the two seats next to one each other

Ron shifts his chair closer to Hermione’s.

Very interesting.

Maybe it’s all in his head.

Or, maybe his mum is right, and he could stand to be a little more observant.

#harry pov #romione fics #romione #ron and hermione #ron x hermione #hermione granger #hpromione #ronweasley #romione fanfic #ron weasley #romione fanfiction #sixth year au #hp fanfic #jily lives #oblivious harry

[moonstruckwytch]

Microfic: Parallel (V1)

for @drarrymicrofic June 15 prompt | 332 words | G | unbetad | painfully silly and inspired by the fact that if Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows was filmed in 2021 it would absolutely contain a horcrux hunting montage to Brutal by Olivia Rodrigo, complete with Daniel Radcliffe looking into the camera and saying the titular line to the audience. I know it in my soul, and you know I'm correct.

“And i’m not cool / and i’m not smart / and i can’t even parallel park” Harry didn’t hear the front door open over the blaring guitar of the wireless.

“All I did was trY MY BEST / THIS THE KIND OF THANKS I GET?” he didn’t hear Draco's footsteps on the stairs over his own yelling along to the lyrics.

“Would you like to tell me why you’re listening to angry teenage girl music alone in the house at 2 pm on a weekday?” His boyfriend asked when the song was over, turning down the wireless to a reasonable indoor level.

“Draco!” He startled, “How long have you been listening…?” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Long enough.” Draco smirked, coming up to him and wrapping long arms around Harry’s waist.

“It’s a good song.” Harry defended, somewhat pointlessly. Draco knew the lyrics better than he did, he was fully aware.

“Is it now?” Draco laughed, “I thought Olivia Rodrigo was, and I quote ‘a heartbroken teenager who needed to stop trying to make her ex care when he clearly didn’t’ which is an interesting take for a 20-something screaming along to her music.” He smirked and brought one hand up to brush Harry's fringe off his forehead.

“Yes. Well…” He mumbled, “I er. I stand by that. But this one… it feels like she wrote it for me? y'know?'' Draco started shaking in an attempt to contain his laughter. “I’ve certainly not broken your heart and thrown you over for some other bloke!” Harry said indignantly.

That just made Draco shake harder. “It’s good to know this is what you get up to when I leave you alone for a few hours, Harry.” he managed, tightening his grip on Harry's waist.

Harry thunked his head forward onto his boyfriend’s shoulder. “God, it’s brutal out here.” he muttered, which had the intended effect of snapping the last of Draco's control, leaving the two of them laughing helplessly in the middle of the room.

read all my microfics here

#cor writes #cor microfics #drarrymicrofic #drarry fic #harry pov #draco / harry #harry / draco #hpdm #h/d #draco x harry #harry x draco #there's a more serious version of this prompt that involves harry with a guitar and draco having a /thing/ for that in the works #but this is what you get today #harry's opinions on olivia rodrigo do not reflect my own #but i do like brutal over the breakup songs #i just want these two to get to be silly and have fun with one another and that means making fun of the other's music taste #this is actually a little over 6 times longer than a microfic but i'm okay with that #drarry #cori microfics

[dreamsshapetheworld]

Harry Potter if it was written by Harry Potter

Harry Potter and the year our teacher had Voldemort face ????? in the back of his head ???????

Harry Potter and the year I had to fight a goddamn giant snake so it wouldnt go freezing people jesus christ what is wrong with this school 

Harry Potter and the Year Hermione gave Malfoy what he totally deserved (also did i mention that my godfather is the most wanted criminal in the wizarding world)

Harry Potter and the year some mf put my name in the Goblet of Fire but at least I got them shiny gold coins in the end huh (also Cedric stole my crush ;{

Harry Potter and the year I created an army to overthrow the Ministry of Magic and some annoying ass bitch dressed in pink

Harry Potter and the year I stalked Malfoy instead of doing homework or Quidditch (no homo tho his hair isnt even that shiny and his stupid, handsome face is sooooooooooo annoying)

Harry Potter and the year where i spent my time with muh friends in the woods eating mushrooms and trying to figure out how to find and destroy a bunch of junk with bits of Voldy Moldy’s soul in them (that guy just needs to chill ok)

#Harry Potter #funny #title #rewrite #harry pov #harry is so done

[kingsofeverything]

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#thought of a tshu timestamp idea #harry pov #takes place during the 5 year wait #but isnt the whole 5 year story #might write it #who knows! #tshu #the second hand unwinds #i called it pwp but nic disagrees #🤷🏻‍♀️

[allwaswell16]

hiiii 😅 do you perhaps have any larry fic recs for pining harry or like fic from harry's pov? i feel like i don't read enough of those 🙏

I’ll give you a few to tide you over while I make two separate recs for you! I’ll make one with pining Harry and one that’s just Harry pov fics. I’m making a Christmas rec now, but I’ll work on yours next! These recs are totally something I love to read and write. In fact, I’ve written 9 lol, so here’s a link to those nine. Also, in the meantime, here are a few more off the top of my head that are both Harry pining and Harry pov…

💚 Face Your Fears by @sadaveniren (E, 92k)

Harry is a single father, pretending to be a beta after his alpha mated him and left him. He’s getting by just fine raising the twins when Louis walks into his bakery. Too bad him and Louis will never be a thing.

💚 Come In and Change My Life by @lightwoodsmagic (E, 12k)

He’d had the same neighbours since he’d moved into the building, a lovely, wealthy couple in their late sixties who had always invited him around for tea on Sundays. Martha had dropped off homemade biscuits the day he’d moved in, so Harry figured he may as well repeat the sentiment.He could hear someone getting closer to the door just as a flush ran through his body; oh fuck. His heat was close, too close to be knocking on a potentially unknown alpha’s door, but it was too late. The door swung open, and Harry’s mouth dropped.He’d never been overly interested in football, couldn’t find the fascination in watching men run around after a ball for hours aside from their uniforms, but he knew who this was.Louis Tomlinson, alpha, captain of Manchester United, star in a number of Harry’s heat addled fantasies, was his new next-door neighbour.

Or, Harry and Louis become friends when Harry looks after Louis’ cat during away games, until one night at a party changes everything between them. It’s just a shame Louis’ going to be away for the FIFA World Cup for three months.

💚 BLVD by @kingsofeverything (E, 12k)

It’s the first week of summer break and Harry just wants to relax and enjoy his vacation in Myrtle Beach.

If only he could stop making an ass of himself.

💚 You Smiled by @taggiecb (G, 9k)

It’s 1758 and on the eve of a battle with the French, Captain Harry Styles of the British army has just begun his appointment as a prison warden in Louisbourgh, Nova Scotia. Harry prepares himself and his guards for their prisoners of war, but nothing could have prepared him for the sight of the most beautiful man he has ever seen- who is now his prisoner.

💚 Tennis Whites by @louandhazaf / YesIsAWorld (E, 4k)

Harry settles himself on the bench, puts his sunglasses on, and focuses his attention on the court.There, in all his glory, is Louis Tomlinson.

💚 Just Like Honey by @lululawrence (NR, 3k)

Louis opened the door and he looked so soft and beautiful. He was in a ratty pair of grey joggers and that was it. Harry had never seen him look so good.

When Harry finally raised his eyes from Louis’ chest, he realised Louis had likely said something.

“Uh,” Harry said, clearing his throat. “Sorry, what did you say?”

Smirking a little, Louis crossed his arms and popped his hip. “I said, ‘Hello, Harry. What brings you here so late on a Saturday?’”

Then his brain kicked in.

“Right, fuck. Hi, Louis. I just wanted to give you this.”

Louis’ brows creased as Harry held the honey out to him. Taking the jar from Harry, he said, “Honey?”

Nodding, Harry said, “Yep. Hope you have a great night!”

Fisting his hands at his sides in frustration, Harry left the building as quickly as he could.

#anon #ask #pining harry #harry pov #fic rec #fic ask

[sitp-recs]

Still Life (orphaned)

Harry/Draco (2019, Mature, 3k)

The author didn’t provide a summary, so I’ll go with this line: “Can you like someone and not like them at the same time?”

The way he felt was like waiting. Like being at a bus stop alone, no traffic on the roads, no timetable, hoping something, anything, would happen to him. He did not know how to explain it to himself any better than that.

I revisited this breathtaking fic this weekend (thanks @fw00shy!) and was immediately attacked by FEELS that made me remember why I love this author and their writing. I’ve read most of their works but something about Still Life’s elegant and economic, contained prose makes it very smart and unique. Harry’s POV is exquisite: intelligent, melancholy and so full of intense personality. Watching posh & quirky Draco doing posh things through Harry’s eyes is fascinating and I love how Harry analyzes his contradictory feelings and tries to make sense out of their dynamics. It’s the sort of attempted rationalization that sucks you in, contemplative in a way you don’t usually come across and I’m obsessed with this confusing post-war scenario where they’re neither friends, nor full-on lovers; they’re just… going with the flow and it’s good and intense but also unsettling and marked by all the little things that make them so very different from each other.

I find this concept brilliant, partly because it’s A+ angst material - and note that we never get Draco’s perspective here - and partly because navigating a casual relationship with so many reservations, not knowing how the other person feels or how to breach certain subjects is both terrifying and relatable! Harry’s self-awareness and doubts walk hand in hand with his quiet, almost anticlimactic “oh” epiphany. The perfect narrative flow, intimate tone and emotional rollercoaster pull at my heartstrings and leaves me raw and hollow for these boys struggling to find themselves in the post-war. Reading this fic makes you question how a story can be this complex and satisfying while maintaining a quiet slice-of-life atmosphere, and within only 3k! This is the perfect fuck buddies depiction, exactly how I imagine it inside Harry’s chaotic mind, aching, thought-provoking and ultimately lovely in the best ways.

Read on AO3

#drarry #drarry fic rec #Harry pov #fuck buddies #fave

[twopoppies]

Hiiii, i dont know if you’ve done this before but i wanted to ask if you have some ficrecs but with Harry’s pov?? (it could be both too tho Louis’ and Harry’s) Lately i’ve been reading a lot of fics in louis’ pov and i loved them ! but i think it would be nice to read fics with harry’s pov and to see how authors develop his character, also with a happy ending and without a mcd please 🥺 i love your fic recs so much, thank u in advance 💕

Hey there! Sorry this took me a bit – life (and fandom) has been a little nuts. I love this request because I actually notice that too – there do seem to be more fics written from Louis’ POV. I’m not sure if I ran the numbers if that’s actually true, but it feels that way. The thing I think is the most interesting is how much the characterizations change from year to year. Anyway, let’s see what I can suggest:

💚 Secrets, Santa? By @indiaalphawhiskey (E, 19K) disaster gay Harry in all his bumbling, endearing glory still manages to make his incredibly hot boss (Louis) fall for him. This one has snappy dialogue, great internal monologue, and scorching smut. I’d expect nothing less from this author.

💚 no one's gonna know by jishler / @snowjosh (E, 9K) This author always does such a wonderful job of writing an established relationship fic where there’s so much warmth and expression between the characters, while also showing how much lust and passion there is. This is chock full of edging, exhibitionism, and dom/sub dynamics and it’s such a good read.

💚 gathered on wings by Brooklyn_Babylon / @twopoppies (E, 33K)

What Harry Styles wanted was to be taken seriously as an artist.

What he needed was a new sugar daddy to pave the way.

Louis Tomlinson is an artist who isn’t what Harry is looking for.

Somehow he still manages to turn Harry's world upside down.

💚 where the tide takes you, I will follow by @pinkcords (E, 40K) First of all, I’m so happy this author is writing again! Second, everything about this was just lovely. The slow, dreamy tone of their writing fit the setting and the way Harry and Louis fell into each other so, so well. I love how descriptive their writing is without being flowery or pointless. The smut scenes were toe-curlingly sexy, and gave us beautiful insight into both of the boys. I just wanted to live inside this fic.

💚 your eyes on me (make me) by momentofclarity / @gaycousinlarry (E, 3K) Harry has a bad day at work, his roommate Louis talks him into feeling more... relaxed. I always love this author. They make even a wanking fic sound like poetry.

💚 I Love My Hands Around Your Neck by @fournipplesau (E, 6K) Hello... this was really hot. I just loved the dynamic between the two of them—you really get a sense of the difference between them when they play and how they interact when they’re not. Also, just really hot. Did I say that already? Yeah.

💚 Faking It by TheCellarDoor (M, 46K)This one is so sweet. I loved Harry's internal monologue... his insecurities and thoughts that he'd made Louis uncomfortable because he liked, him made me cry. Louis is so soft and supportive. It’s just a lovely fic.

💚 But If This Ends by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense (E, 107K) This author referred to this fic as their “depressed vampire” fic while they were writing, and it is that. But it’s also a unique story with beautifully fleshed out characters, plot twists, and super hot smut. Go check it out! (Link is to a download)

💚 Tiptoe Through Our Shiny City by graceling_in_a_suit / @graceling-in-a-suit (T, 8K) This one is quirky and charming, with great banter and a fun premise. It’s also one of the only fics I’ve read where Harry is demisexual. I really enjoyed this one.

💚 you’re writing lines about me by snazzyasalways (T, 4K) This is gorgeously written on that Dreamy, poetic style I happen to love. Louis is a blind poet, Harry is a baker, Harry falls in love with Louis’ words, then with him.

💚 this is my jam by @disgruntledkittenface (M, 5K) where are all the gay bathhouse fics? This is the first one I’ve read in this fandom and I loved it. This author beautifully captured a sense of the times, the atmosphere, and the character’s connection and humanity in under 5K, and you really should read it.

💚Everything You Do by jishler / @snowjosh (E, 7K) This is my favorite of a 3-part collection (all of which are good), and wow. The author explores gender struggles in way that is incredibly tender and emotional, while still writing a super sexy fic. Loved this one.

💚Diamonds and Pearls by superglass (NR, 7K) Absolutely gorgeous writing. Tender, delicate, dreamy. Set in NY in the 1980s, so read the tags. I just really loved this one and look forward to reading more of this author’s writing.

💚And Touch Me Like You Never  by runaway_train / @runaway-train-works (E, 36K) I really enjoyed how this author handled Harry’s confusion and growing attraction and eventual sexuality crisis. That, along with the angst and very sexy smut, made it a really good read.

💚 call you mine by @falsegoodnight (E, 13K) Vampire Harry sets out to prove that being bit by a vampire is much better than Louis thinks it is. Sexy friends to lovers goodness!

💚 Forever, Uninterrupted by sparkk (E, 9K) Written in Harry’s POV, this one is sexy and emotional, with great dirty talk and some serious jealousy on Harry’s part. I really enjoyed this one a lot.

💚 an entire desert in our hourglass by tofiveohfive / @sunflowrsix (E, 20K) I told the author when I read this, that I really appreciated the pain they wove into this story because they did such a good job making the emotions relatable—even with a pre-apocalyptic setting—so the feeling cut even deeper. Such a good read. And even though the tags said there was a happy ending (which there is), I still cried buckets.

💚 give me forever for a while by mercutionotromeo (E, 5K) This one involves a collar, but in a slightly different way – this time it’s kitten play. I always love the way this author writes their smut and this one is full of dirty talk and soft dom Louis using Harry.

💚 redder than the devil by mercutionotromeo (E, 5K) This short fic has so many kinks and so much smut that I probably could add it to 10 different rec lists. I love this author and hope they keep gifting us with their writing.

💚 Hello Heaven (you are tunnel-lined with yellow lights) by objectlesson (E, 3K) Baby boyfriends discovering kinks. Lingerie, embarrassment, feminization….plus really good writing. (Link is to a DropBox download)

💚skip a beat and move with my body by crybaby (E, 6K) Harry, Louis, Zayn. So, Harry and Louis are roommates. Harry kinda sorta pays his rent by sleeping with Louis. And anyone else he wants to share Harry with. It’s filthy and I kind of love it.

💚 once bitten and twice shy by @pinkcords (M, 19K) First of all, for a first fic in this fandom, I thought this author really did a nice job with their characterizations. I especially liked the way they captured Harry’s anger and humiliation and stubbornness. There’s a beefy epilogue as well which I haven’t had a chance to read!

💚come and lay down your shoulder by HappyPrincess / @pattern-pals (E, 4K) This was such a nice mix of sadness, neediness, and being with someone who understands you and whom you understand. Like, you know them so well, even if you’re not together anymore.

💚 Only Write By The Moon by orphan_account (E, 5K) This is basically pure smut, but this author has such a beautiful way with words…even smut sounds poetic.

💚 deleted your number (so i can’t call you) by tofiveohfive / @sunflowrsix I think this author does such a great job with writing realistically about breakups and the emotions that are involved. Things aren’t just suddenly solved -- there’s still anger and hurt and a realization that better communication is needed. It’s just very refreshing to read. And of course, I cried.

💚 sonic sounds by orphan_account (E, 6K) So, so smutty and such a sexy exploration of kink discovery.

💚 the best part of me (was always you) by @moonshinelouis-archive (E, 6K) Gorgeous writing. The descriptions of heartbreak and missing someone and still loving them were really well done. And I cried. Of course.

💚 into another (another) serotonin overflow by mercutionotromeo (E, 11K) I love the way this author captures the overwhelm of teenage lust and pining in this one. And at the same time, there’s something so gentle about the way the two of them are with each other.

💚Take My Breath Away by @realitybetterthanfiction (E, 154K) This is such a wonderful, intimate characterization of Harry – you really get to see so many sides of him and this author writes them all so well. It’s action packed, funny, deeply moving, and has such a satisfying ending. 

💚Under The Hide of Me by Blake (E, 3K) I know, I know. I rec this one often. But it’s just that good. There aren’t many fics that make me feel this much in just under 3,000 words and it’s such a beautiful portrayal of this version of Harry. 

💚Caught By the Sun by metal_eye / @metal-eye (M, 19K) Sometimes you just stumble on a fic that moves you deeply and makes you feel a lot and sits with you after you’ve finished it. This was one of those fics for me. It’s beautifully written in a quiet, poetic way. It’s thoughtful, and intimate, and full of memories that are both melancholy and beautiful in all the right ways and at all the right times. And it’s a fic that’s not been read nearly enough. Do yourself a favor and make time for it. 

💚Take from me my lace (and lipstick too heavy for summer) by @metal-eye (M, 2K) Just pure poetry, like everything this author writes. This short fic makes me want to just stop every few lines to savor the words. I love the gentleness of the way they write about Harry and how vulnerable he comes across. Just lovely. 

💚gathered on wings by Brooklyn_Babylon / @twopoppies (E, 33K) This one is mine, so here’s the summary:

What Harry Styles wanted was to be taken seriously as an artist.

What he needed was a new sugar daddy to pave the way.

Louis Tomlinson is an artist who isn’t what Harry is looking for.

Somehow he still manages to turn Harry’s world upside down.

💚Divine Intervention by Awriterwrites / @a-writerwrites (E, 6K) This author is always a favorite and this short little fic really has stayed with me. There’s something very touching about it, but of course it’s all wrapped up in steamy smut because, hey…this author wouldn’t give you anything but. 

💚Your Best Fake Smile by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf (GA, 6K) This is a wonderfully written character study that does such a great job of really capturing both the feeling of deep depression and the soul of the location in which the fic takes place. It’s tightly written in the best possible ways – not one superfluous word. 

💚For Reasons Wretched and Divine by @indiaalphawhiskey (E, 95K) Yes, I’ve recc’d this one because it’s so well written. One of the (many) things I love is how subtly the author shows the difference between the POV of high school Harry and adult Harry. Beautiful writing (always)

💚gorgeous (it makes me so mad) by resurrectdead (E, 30K) this one is just a lot of fun: great banter, disaster gay Harry, tattoo artist Louis, great smut…it’s a good time. 

💚Never Mind the Furthermore by Anonymous (E, 7K) Pining, phone sex, canon divergent, did I mention pining? And excellent dirty talk. I mean….maybe not an in depth character study, but it’s a really well written and sexy fic. 

💚You Come Beating Like Moth’s Wings by supernope (E, 81K) Don’t kill me, but I read this one years ago and my notes are useless, but I do remember loving it at the time. Plus, this author has written a handful of other fics I’ve really liked, so I’m once again trusting past me.  

💚Red Brick Heart by hazmesentir (E, 98K) Uni AU written back in 2013, so the characterizations may feel a little dated, but it’s still such a good read. Plus, it’s got the whole OT5 and Little Mix gang as friends/suite mates!

💚maybe by momentofclarity / @gaycousinlarry (GA, 2K) I adore this fic. Yes, it’s really short, but it’s so moving. The author manages to capture that scary feeling of knowing you need to take a risk because this could be something really special. Bonus points for “older larry”.

💚The End Should Be A Good One by bananasandboots / @anylessreal (M, 43K) I really like the way this author writes the complexity of emotions that come with heartbreak and reconciliation in this one. It’s really moving and, oh what a surprise, it made me cry! 

💚the moon made me think of you by anabsolution (E, 16K) I read this one ages ago so my notes only say that I loved it, it’s sweet, sexy, and fluffy. Past me is really annoying. LOL! 

💚to hell with romancing by @bottomlinsons (E, 8K) This one is canon divergent and completely quirky and hilarious. Harry’s internal monologue kills me every time I read it. 

💚we wreak havoc with our hearts by flimsy (E, 9K) This canon divergent fic is mostly pining and smut, but Harry’s hurt and longing come through so well. 

💚honey is it time to spin by alongthewatchtower (NR, 4K) Well, I wouldn’t say this gives you a developed characterization so much as it’s just plain filth from Harry’s POV. But I’m throwing it in anyway because, well…I LOVE this author and this is my fic rec. LOL! 

💚down in atlantis by polka_stripes / @polkadotsvstripes (E, 9K) I love the unique way the time lapse is broken up in this fic and the way this Harry looks at his world and how it changes as he gets to know Louis. It’s just lovely writing and another one of those fics that more people should read.  

💚take my hand (and my heart and soul) by bananasandboots / @anylessreal (M, 46K) Following Harry as he pieces his life back together in this amnesia fic is just heartbreaking (needless to say, I cried), but it’s beautifully written.

💚kiwi by @fondleeds (M, 24K) honestly I have trouble putting down anything this author writes…they just build a setting and detail characters in a way that I find really compelling. This one maybe feels slightly OOC, but it’s such a good read I didn’t care at all.  

💚Through Eerie Chaos by mediawhore / @mediawhorefics (GA, 102K) I adore this fic and yes I know I keep reccing it, but I don’t care. It’s an all time favorite and the way this author writes Harry is one of the reason the love story and the ending work so well for me. So…read it. LOL! 

💚The Melody You Never Heard by bananasandboots / @anylessreal (E, 30K) Another fic I read ages ago, but I like so many of this authors fics, so I’m going to trust past me who noted, “Great banter, great pacing, hot smut, great characterizations. Very well written”.

💚You Drive Me Crazy (I Just Can’t Sleep) by objectlesson (E, 19K) This author does xfactor Larry in a way I love so much. This one, from Harry’s POV, gives you a taste of his longing and confusion and overwhelm written in the most palpable way. 

💚 You’ll Breathe Me In (You Won’t Release) by LoadedGunn (E, 95K) Also known as The Driving Instructor fic. This has some of the best pacing I’ve read in a fic, some really well written BDSM smut, and characters I just really enjoy. I know it’s not for everyone. Read the tags.

I have a bunch of others that I probably have recc’d a bunch of times or which are just PWP or which have dual POV, so I left them off. I hope this gives you a bit of what you’re looking for!

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Fics Told From Harry’s Point Of View

When We Were Younger

Heavy on my Mind

Wearing Nothing But Your Kiss

Take Me To Your Heart

Come Out and Play

TGIF

Open Up Your Heart To Me

Life In Plastic Ain't Fantastic

Close to You

Pizza Boy

Dust to Dust 

The Incentive

Traffic Light

Double Date

Between The Stars

RimTyme

Ketchup

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Harry sighed and picked up the pen.

“Can’t hurt,” He whispered to himself, remembering Molly’s words as he sat at his kitchen worktop and stared at the scrap of paper he’d managed to find, probably out of Molly’s notebook from where she’d been working there before. The kitchen was dark, only the spotlights of the extractor hood to light up the space, and it stunk of the brand new candle he had lit, musky and unassuming, barely noticeable if he didn’t think about it too much. He had a glass of red wine on the go, he could taste his last mouthful still on his tongue, but he took another sip nonetheless before he started, licking his lips of the residue.

Mum,

His hand was scratchy, barely legible. He hadn’t written properly in years, he had no need to. Little notes here and there, a scrawl in his diary at work so he knew who to invoice at the end of the week, but other than that nothing, and it showed. For a second he thought about letting it put him off the idea. If no one would be able to read it anyway, what was the point. But he knew the point wasn’t for anyone to necessarily read it, just for him to write it. So he continued.

It’s been ten years

Harry scribbled that out, she knew how long it had been, so did he, he mapped his life out by it. Ten years since his mum had left him at his nans without so much as a goodbye, eight since he’d broken Liam’s collar bone, five since he was stabbed in the leg, two since he got Ellie pregnant. It was nearly eleven now really. Lola was nearly three. A three year old grandchild his mother would never know about.

You broke me, did you mean to? Is it payback for Ida, making sure I feel this way? Nan says you just couldn’t cope after Ida, and I get that, but you didn’t have to say the things you said to me, and you didn’t have to lean on me like you did. I was so young. You were selfish. I was the one who found her like that, at least you didn’t have to see that, at least the last time you saw her face it wasn’t covered in blood so you could barely even see her skin.

It was pouring out of him then, words he didn’t know he had inside him, the anger flowing through the pen out of him. It felt addictively good. He had no idea he had so many thoughts and feelings about any of it. He thought he was just angry. It was far more than that.

I’m angry all the time, I’d like to blame it on you, but I don’t want to give you even that much credit. I don’t want you to be that important to me. It’s shit that you are that important, that even after all this time you still have that much effect on me. I can barely remember Ida’s eyes sometimes, struggle to hear her voice, but your eyes I see just fine, your voice is loud and clear. Why is that? It’s cruel. You never even asked me how I was after, you never asked how I was doing, if I was ok, if I wanted to talk to you or anyone, you told the school I’d be fine. I wasn’t fine, far from fine, I don’t know if I’ll ever be fine. I thought I’d come to terms with that but I’m not so sure.

Just OK had always been enough for Harry, he didn’t crave fantastic, or marvellous, or perfect, just ok was fine for him. If he wasn’t striving for it to be better, he wasn’t disappointed. Now he wanted it better, he wanted it perfect, he’d had a taste and he liked it. It looked like a girl that accepted his flaws, that helped him accept them too. It looked like a tribe of friends that held him higher than he held himself, and a little girl he could teach things he’d never been taught. To be who she was, and be happy with that, and love herself as fiercely and wildly as she loved anyone else.

For a long time I wanted you to come back, you just needed a break you’d say in my head when I imagined it happening. Now I don’t want you back. I don’t want you to walk back in and poison what I’ve got. You’ve done enough of that just living in my head. I know it’s not all your fault, I chose to do the things I did and say the things I said, you didn’t take my free will from me. But I suppose when the only person in the world who is meant to love you unconditionally regardless, tells you you’re a waste of space, hates you for breathing, for something you didn’t do, you start to despise yourself enough to not care about how damaging what you’re doing is. I never hated myself, I was just indifferent to myself, I didn’t matter. I don’t matter so who cares if someone wants to beat me half to death, who cares if people hate me, who cares if I say something that makes someone want to knock me out. Doesn’t matter.

It had taken twenty five years for Harry to realise life could mend him just as easily as it could break him, if he let it. If he let himself heal, instead of letting the wounds fester, things could be good, not just one or two nice things, everything could be good. There’d always been good in his life, but he’d kept the bad alive too, letting it simmer in the background of everything, a constant reminder everything was always a flame away from boiling over. And he always let it.

I don’t want to tell you her name, because I don’t want you in that part of my life, but since I’m not letting you have that control anymore, I want to tell you all about her, and how wonderful she is. Part of me wishes you could meet her, know the woman who taught me to love myself a little more, and open up a little more, and not be ashamed. I don’t know how she did it in six months or whatever it’s been, it feels like forever and five minutes all at the same time, it’s magic I swear it. Is this turning into a love letter? Who cares? Better that than a long list of all the ways you managed to fuck me up. I’m not perfect, I’ll never be perfect, I’ve still got so much work to do on myself, but I swear I think Molly, my Lolly, might be perfect, and she somehow, god knows how she does it, make me feel pretty close too.

There was a lot of Harry to dislike. There were so many parts of himself he hated, too many to even list. But he loved that he had Molly, and he loved that he knew he’d do anything to keep her happy and keep her with him, for her to always be his. He wasn’t ready to ask her for it yet, he needed a little longer to figure out the right words, and he wanted her to be sure she’d made the right choice in choosing him again. All he wanted to do was prove to her that she meant more to him than any of the other stuff, that she was all that mattered, that she was the most important thing to him. Of course he had Lola, but that was different. With Lola it was built into him, to care for her and love her, it came as natural as breathing to want to fight for her. He thought it was the same with Molly, but the past week or so had shown him how crafted it was, how much work it was to love and be loved, and that was what made it so special and so worth fighting for.

She makes me nervous in the best way, but I trust her with everything. I never want to let her down. I only want her to be happy. I want to make her happy too, and help her find all the things that make her happy. I always thought it was wrong to feel the things I felt, she showed me it was natural. I could really gush about her and part of me wants to, but I won’t. I just want you to know I’m finally happy, or at least working on my happiness, feeding that rather than the anger inside me. It feels better. I can feel myself changing and I like it. People will say I shouldn't give her so much credit, she’d say it too, it was when she came along that I went back to that place fully, but it was also when she came along that I realised how much I needed to do something about it. I never regretted it before, I thought it made me powerful, but since Molly whenever I went there I felt weak and I always felt sick about it.

It made him feel awful that even after the promise he’d made to Ellie he’d had thoughts about going back, whenever he gave Lola back actually, and she outstretched her arms for Shane and called him Daddy. It made it sound like Lola wasn’t enough. But that wasn’t the case. Having Lola in his life was enough, but when she wasn’t there it hurt enough to make him want to cry, and so often when he wanted to cry, it turned to anger. It was a vicious circle.

I could go on about her forever, but I won’t. Nothing hurts more than being hurt by the person you thought would never hurt you. I don’t want to be that person. I don’t want to make your mistakes, it’s taken time, and I’ve done it the hard way, but I’ve learned to never let it get that far again. I don’t want to play it safe, I don’t want to find it hard to trust those I love, I don’t want to feel afraid. So I’m not going to. I hope you’re happy with the choices you made mum, I suppose you are otherwise you’d have come back.

Harry swallowed then on nothing, and stared at the paper for a few seconds, clearing his throat of nothing but the lump that had formed.

I’m going to take my turn to be happy now, and I don’t need to ask your permission for that. I haven’t done anything to be as angry as I am at life, you just made me think I had. I was doing ok until you made me feel like I’d murdered my own sister. I’m moving on from you, you don’t get this power over me anymore, I don’t want your voice or your eyes in my head so I’m letting you go. I hope you’ve had a nice life, but that’s it from me.

Harry.

The breath Harry had been holding as he scrawled frantically through the last lines of his letter, came out shaky and uneven. He folded it over, not wanting to read over what he’d written. It was honest and truthful, he didn’t need to edit his for feelings for anyone's convenience.

“You ok?” Harry turned on the stool to Molly, hair wrapped up in a  fluffy white towel, her lips and cheeks puffy from the heat of her bath and her skin glowing from her moisturiser. She was wearing his dressing gown. It was too big, and even though it was tied tightly at her waist, the fabric continued to slip off her shoulder exposing the milky, freckled skin underneath. Harry just nodded, a little taken back for a few seconds.

“How was your bath?” He asked at last, as she padded closer. He could smell his lavender bath salts clinging to her skin, and the coconut body lotion that was making her legs glisten a little where they poked out under his dressing gown.

“Perfect,” She smiled widely, finally getting to him and wrapping herself around him, leaning her chin on his shoulder. Harry’s arm lifted instinctively around her waist, hand in the dip of her middle. “What have you been doing?” She asked, glancing to the glass of wine and the piece of paper where the pen was resting. She reached for the wine, her fingers circling around the stem. For a second Harry thought she was going for the paper, and it was strange that his heart didn’t race at the prospect of someone reading his innermost feelings. He just felt calm though, and watched as Molly took a sip of the deep red wine he’d poured himself with a glitter in her eye that always made him weak.

“Just writing a letter,” Harry told her and Molly nodded slowly, her lips folding together, her tongue just peeking out through them as she swiped away the wine. Neither of them said anything, but Molly lowered her face a little and caught Harry’s lips with hers. She tasted of the red wine, and she smelt of lotion and freshly washed towels. Harry’s heart fluttered, his free hand, the one not holding her waist, moving to her head, holding her in place as he got to his feet and pulled her body into his. He’d never wanted all of someone in quite the way he wanted all of Molly. But more than that, he’d never wanted to give all of himself to someone in quite the way he wanted to give all of himself to Molly. He wanted her to have all of him, every darkest part of his mind as well as the rest of it, every scar on his body, and every little thought and dream that crept into him.

Maybe it was that Molly was the first woman he'd trusted. Maybe she was just the first person he'd let in enough to be able to trust fully. Either way it was poignant. Either way it said something about the kind of orbital gravity she was having on his life. Either way he was falling, had fallen, through time and space, to be with her, to be in love with her, like that was his only purpose.

This is potentially one of my favourite things I’ve ever written so I really hope you like it and I can’t wait for you guys to come chat to me about this one. I hope you do eek!

You’ve all been so kind and lovely about this fic and I’ll love you all endlessly for it.

All the love x 

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[thingsican-haz-blog]

Dancing In The Mirror H.S

“What the fuck did you do last week Harry?” I asked myself picking up Harry's underwear from way underneath the sofa. I did a mistake. A fucking huge one. I left Harry fucking Styles alone in our house for a week. Just a fucking week. I thought ‘fine, it's not like he's gonna trash the place right’, I couldn't have been more fucking wrong. 

This place looks fucking unrecognizable. What. The. Fuck. Did. He. Do. Here? Did he turn the whole place upside down? Did he hire people to trash this place? Walking into the kitchen, I stopped at my stereo system. Thank fucking Jesus he had not touched this. If he would've, I would've bitten every piece of him out me spoon feed it to the cats. I'm getting violent. Harry's video games are rubbing off on me.

I started blasting ‘Sir Duke by Stevie Wonder’ and grabbed the broom to start singing the lyrics and shoulder popping and hip moving my body. I started to do one legged dance moves, moving my body in and out while screaming out the lyrics and sweeping the dirty ass floor. Almost as dirty as a 13 year old boy going through puberty. Almost.

‘Music is a world within itself With a language we all understand’

‘With an equal opportunity For all to sing, dance and clap their hands’

‘But just because a record has a groove Don't make it in the groove’

‘But you can tell right away at letter A When the people start to move’

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Harry's POV -

Closing the car door with my foot, I clicked open the trunk, picking out Y/N’s groceries. How much effin’ stuff does she need? I am still so gonna tease her on the fact that she needs tampons ‘cause she's on her ‘days’, and let me just tell you how effin’ moody she gets.

I strolled towards the elevator, pressing the ‘up’ button, before letting down the groceries and finally allowing my fingers to relax, and allowing blood to rush through them. Sometimes I wonder how Y/N’s brain works. I can make a whole effin’ book ‘bout it.

Walking into the hallway of our apartment, you could hear the faint sound of ‘Sweet Disposition’ by Temper Trap playing through the halls. And it's obviously coming from our apartment. What the eff is going on in there? I tried knocking on the door, but of course that did not work, so I did the next big thing. I barged in. I stood at the doorway, dropping the bags to the ground, before looking up, and boy what did I see...

Y/N was singing the lyrics to Sweet Disposition into her broom, standing on the sofa, her eyes closed, and her hips roughly swaying the beat of the music, all in my shirt. Oh how I'm loving this. My presence seemed unfazed to her as she kept on dancing to the song, finishing off the last lyrics,

‘And won't stop 'til it's over Won't stop 'til it's over Won't stop 'til it's over Won't stop to surrender’

The song came to an end with a bang, causing Y/N to let out a big ‘WHOOOP!’ while strumming her ‘guitar’. Three. Claps. And that's all it took for Y/N’s face to drain all color out of it. She looked at me, eyes wide, and let out just one word, right above a whisper,

“Fuck”

#anti swearing #harry pov #i dreamt this #dance #imagine #harrystylesimagine #harry #harry styles imagine #my own idea #inspired #embarazo