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watermelonsugacry · 10 months

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Could you do a blurb showing how Harry and 1dbandmate!yn reacted over the years when asked in interviews if they were a couple?? please 🙏

Always Asked

A/N: been in a writing funk lately but i'm happy i got this one done since i miss writing and posting to you all!! 💚

SUMMARY: Snippets of interviews over the years from when YN and Harry were asked if they were dating. (3.4k)

GENRE: 1dbandmate!yn, famous!yn

SINCE 2010 masterlist

2011:

Never in a million years did YN ever think her dream career would start so soon. It’s only been a year since she auditioned for the XFactor and now she’s sitting at a table next to her bandmates as hundreds of fans go down the line to get a copy of their freshly signed album.

With copious amounts of screaming comes along an abundance of questions thrown at the teenagers. Most of the time, it’s YN giving the screaming fans a beautiful smile, asking them how they are, and thanking them for their kind words before passing the signed CD case to Harry. With all the excitement in the air, she feels like she’s truly living the pop star lifestyle she’d seen many others live out.

“Hiya, love,” YN smiles at the preteen girl who’s practically vibrating with excitement at seeing the famous band. She also gives a polite greeting to the supportive dad of the young girl who has his hands on his daughter’s shoulders. “How are you? I love your shirt.”

She compliments, smiling at seeing the young girl wearing a shirt with YN’s face on it.

“My dad got it for me for my birthday!” The little fan beams.

“Did he?” YN animatedly gasps with a smile. “Well, it was nice of him to take you over here, yeah?”

She signs the CD case with a heart over her name before sliding it over to Harry. His fingers brush over hers and the two of them catch each other’s gaze. A smile tugs on their lips before looking away just as quickly.

“Are you two dating?” The young girl practically screams out, her eyes bouncing back and forth excitedly between YN and Harry.

The two teenagers tense up, thrown off by the question in such a crowded place. Their management team is still media-training them and while they’ve learned so much already, they’re still getting used to taking what they’ve learned out into the field.

YN and Harry give each other a look, already knowing the answer but searching in one another’s eyes for maybe a smidge of something more.

“Lilly!” The dad scolds before letting out a chuckle. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be,” YN shakes her head with a smile, hoping it's convincing enough to not cause any suspicion. “Sorry Lilly, but Harry and I aren’t dating because quite frankly—” She beckons the little fan closer, cupping her mouth but still being loud so her bandmate can hear, “—he has cooties.”

Harry’s immediately furrowing his brows together and lets out a long and playful, “Hey!”

“Ew!” Lilly laughs, seeming satisfied with that answer before waving goodbye and walking towards the rest of the band.

Before they can dwell on what just happened, thankfully the next fan shuffles over for their own interaction and signed copy.

2012:

The band is at their first Brits Awards show and needless to say, they all got a little tipsy after their win. Their team didn’t even have time to give them a snack or water bottle to help sober them up a little bit before their backstage press interviews.

“Harry, how will you guys be celebrating tonight?” A journalist asks from the crowd.

“Erm,” Harry giggles to himself and it makes YN tipsily follow from her spot next to him. The hand that isn't gripping onto their award goes to cover her smile. “I think we’re just gonna hang out and stuff.”

“YN? Is there any lucky man whom you will be celebrating with?” Another voice in the sea of reporters asks.

“Nope,” YN raises her eyes with a tipsy smile and a slow shake of her head. She shakes her thumb towards her boys with a click of her tongue. “Just these lads.”

“Any lucky lad in particular? Perhaps a curly-headed one standing next to you?”

Almost as if it was planned, the two teenagers comically look beside each other, cranking their necks in playful search of who the intrusive lady was referring to.

“Me?” Harry dramatically questions, pointing to his chest with a bright, open-mouthed, dimpled smile gracing his face.

“Well, I mean he is part of the band, is he not?” YN sassily purses her lips together, her media-training to retain her “good girl” image slipping out of her alcohol induced brain.

Thankfully, before anything could be escalated further by the tipsy girl, the intrusive press, or the snickering boys, a member from their management team instructs the audience to move onto another person.

2013:

“You guys have known each other for what seems like forever now and your bond with the rest of the guys is so strong...”

YN reaches forward for a sip from her glass of water on the panel table in her seat in between Harry and Niall. It’s been a long week for the band as they do press for their new movie, This Is Us. They’ve been thrown left and right with interviews that YN can’t help but already be done with the repetitiveness of some of the questions.

“So then we’re all clearly curious to know if you and Harry are dating?”

“Nope,” YN pops the ‘P’ and shakes her head as if her actions were automatically programmed to respond in that way. She casually waves her finger between the two boys beside her, “But him and Niall are though.”

The crowd of press people laugh and chuckle as they see Naill gasp and Harry raise his eyebrows in playful shock.

“I mean, you kinda pointed it out,” YN puts on her media-trained smile good enough to win an Oscar. “These lads are like my brothers and our bond is so strong because we see each other more like family than anything else. I see them more as annoying than someone I'd rather date, to be honest,” she forces out a light laugh.

“Plus, as YN so kindly pointed out,” Harry leans on his elbows on the table as he looks to his crush next to him. YN can see his dimple dig into his cheek as he fights off a smirk. “M’happily in a committed relationship with Niall.”

Harry doesn’t take his eyes off of his bandmate as he leans back into his seat. He watches as she tucks her chin into her chest, her fingers rubbing over her lips to cover her giggle as the rest of the room breaks out in commotion.

2014:

“Can we assume that the rock on your finger is from a certain curly-headed lad?” The woman who’s interviewing them for the band’s new book Who We Are excitedly asks.

The band are all sat on an L-shaped couch as they discuss the contents of the hard cover book. Sat in between Zayn and Niall, YN purposely avoids her gaze from Harry as she answers.

“No,” YN lets out a forced chuckle as she looks down to fidget with the diamond ring on her finger. Anyone who has looked at more than three pictures of YN can tell that her favorite pieces of jewelry are her assortment of rings along her fingers. But only true fans know that part of her liking to the small jewelry is to help her fidget with them when she has anxiety. It’s an odd feeling however that the newly gifted one has been the cause of her increase in nerves. “It’s um, from me boyfriend—well, fiancé now—Matthew. Harry is like a brother to me so that would be quite weird.”

“Of course! I was only teasing, love.” The woman laughs with an over-exaggerated smile, clearly disappointed in the answer she was given. “Congratulations to you both.”

“Thank you,” YN forces a smile, still twisting at the shiny ring that sticks out like a sore thumb.

2015:

“YN.”

“James.” She says with the same amount of playful seriousness, the audience in front of them laughs along. As the date of the band’s long-awaited hiatus comes closer and closer, their good friend James Corden interviews them in the same location where they filmed the music video for Story of My Life.

“Harold,” the host directs his attention to the band member sitting next to her.

The fans in the crowd only giggle in giddiness even further as Harry playfully throws a hand up in confusion with what the fans call his ‘frog’ smile.

“Now, we are all truly devastated when we heard the news that you and your long-time partner had called it quits a couple of weeks ago.” The audience laughs when James comically shakes his head no. YN even lets out a laugh when she sees the fans in the audience cheer at the news of her new relationship status. Despite the support she feels from the fans, it doesn’t necessarily calm the nerves at why the host brought the topic up in the first place. “Now we’re also all wondering if this may have possibly opened up, I don’t know, an opportunity for you to seek something with another lad?”

“Um,” YN lazily holds her microphone to her lips as she gives James the news that will hopefully shut down the conversation. “I think m’gonna just focus on myself for a bit. Yeh know, take a break from dating and all that.”

The room breaks out into chuckles when the host makes noises like he doesn’t believe her. He wags his interview cards in the air as he says, "I mean, both of your writing credits on some love songs tell me otherwise..."

Truthfully, the two friends can't deny that logic. They've either individually or co-wrote a plethora of love songs...that may or may not have been about each other. But will they ever admit that to a room full of their fans who have been shipping them since their XFactor days? Hello no.

“Well, the beauty that YN and I see in music is that songs are always up for interpretation," Harry interjects. "They can mean anything you want them to be, in any sort of scenario.”

“Yeah, like, lyrics don’t always necessarily have to come from a place of experience,” YN adds on, professionally keeping her voice from wavering in nervousness. “It certainly helps but that’s not always the case. Especially now.”

She can’t help but laugh along with the rest of the crowd as James holds an expression like he doesn’t believe a word they said.

“Okay, fine. Deny it all you want,” James puts his hands up defensively. “I just...I don’t know, I just think that this could really be Something Great.”

The room of fans (and die hard ynrry shippers) squeal and scream out in a mixture of excitement and disbelief from his use of the One Direction songs that are heavily speculated to be about YN and Harry.

“Whatever, it’s your guy’s decision at the End of the Day,” James continues nonchalantly, trying to hide the smile that shows that he knows exactly what he’s doing.

Fans’ eyes bounce back and forth between the two band members in question. They see as YN has her hands clasped together on her crossed legs, biting the inside of her cheek to keep her witty comments to herself. Harry, on the other hand, leans his elbow on his knee with his index finger over his smirk. He tries to cover up his chuckle with a cough to his fist before pushing back his long curls.

“All we want is for you guys to live Happily ever after, is all.”

2017:

“Now, both of you little sneaky sneaks went to Jamaica together to make his album. Come on, tell me I’m wrong,” Nick Grimshaw teases, wiggling his fingers in a beckoning motion.

The two were currently on BBC Radio with their good friend that they’ve known since their days in the band. Dropping their first solo albums in the same week caused their fan bases to go into a frantic frenzy. The two have a full day ahead of them as their record labels and management teams paired the two up for a day jam-packed with press and interviews together.

“You are not wrong,” Harry laughs, adjusting the chunky headphones over his ears. He’s already rolled up his white button-up sleeves and discarded his picnic table-looking blazer to lay on the back of his chair.

“Sneaky sneaks?” YN chuckles next to him, leaning her elbows on the counter and moving her hips to rotate her swiveling seat from side to side.

“Well, I only say that because you guys are obviously dating now, right?”

“Do girl and guy best friends always have to be dating?” YN easily swerves the question back to the radio host.

“Well,” Grimmy tilts his head from side to side. “Not necessarily, but wouldn’t that be a good story? For your future kiddos perhaps?”

YN and Harry bark out a laugh.

“Sorry, m’getting ahead of myself. Maybe you lads would want to save that for your wedding day instead.”

“Can I swear on the radio?” YN playfully yet genuinely asks the host which makes Harry giggle.

“But I mean, what are your fans—and quite frankly, the rest of the world—supposed to think when a good majority of the songs on his album are about you, Miss Two Ghosts?” Nick teases with a wiggle of his eyebrow.

YN’s jaw humorously drops, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as a nervous laugh threatens to escape. The two knew that they would get poked and pried with questions and accusations like this since their trip to Jamaica. There’s no use in trying to deny their close relationship with one another, spending more time with one another than any of their fellow band members since the start of the hiatus.

Unable to quickly come up with an explanation, being so caught off guard, she turns to the only other person she can trust.

“Jenny?” YN playfully calls for her manager who’s behind the glass window of the radio studio, leaning forward to look at her despite Harry in the way.

“Help me, Jeffery,” Harry playfully pleads to his manager as well.

“No, no Jeffery. Jenny, get back in your chair, young lady.” Nick points out for the listeners who can’t see what’s currently happening. “Alright, I’ll stop, I’ll stop,” The host waves his hands, seeing the two visually calm down at the news. “Now, I’ll just play the one Harry wrote about YN. This is Two Ghosts!”

Harry playfully yells out an “Oh, no!” as he pushes himself away from the desk. YN lets out a humored scream at the same time, taking off her chunky radio headphones and tossing them onto the desk.

2020:

“Okay, a big question that I’ve been getting on Twitter since it was announced that the two of you would be on here today,” Roman Kemp waves a hand in front of him at the Capital FM Breakfast Radio headquarters as he looks onto the two pop stars in front of him on the Zoom call. The couple can be seen in two separate rooms: Harry in a naturally lit room while YN sits against one of the brick walls in her bedroom.

Harry has his purple robe on that his girlfriend gifted him a couple of years ago, looking as comfy as ever since he doesn’t have to get dressed up to go outside for anything lately due to being on lockdown.

YN on the other hand, didn’t want to miss the opportunity to get dolled up. Well, at least from the waist up. She wears one of her silk button-up blouses with her last name embroidered on the left chest, her hair neatly done up in a slick ponytail and her make-up nicely done. When she got complimented on her look, she clumsily lifted her leg up to show off her heart-decorated, fluffy pajama pants.

“And I feel like both of your fan bases combined would come out of quarantine to quite literally murder me if I don’t ask you guys this...” YN and Harry keep a mutual face on as they wait to hear what the host has to say. “We all know that you guys are an official couple now, but are you guys physically staying together at the moment? Like, are you guys living together or at the same house or...?”

The couple takes a second to process the intimate question. As Harry parts his lips to answer, he’s interrupted by his girlfriend speaking first.

“Y’know, we’re kind of tired of getting questions like this. I don’t think it’s really appropriate for other people to know about that kind of stuff,” The crease between YN’s eyebrows becomes more apparent and her shoulders move sharply after letting out a deep sigh.

“Oh, I-I’m so sorry if I offended you guys—” The radio host quickly begins to retract.

“M’sorry but I think m’actually gonna log off now. Erm, thank you for having us.” YN curtly nods before the host and Harry’s faces fill the screen, both with wide eyes at the unexpected reaction from the go-happy pop star.

“Wait, did that really just happen?” Roman and the other two interviewers are deers in headlights, his eyes bouncing around the screen to make sure what just took place.

“I think so,” Harry sighs. “It’s just a sensitive topic for us, y’know. I can’t really blame her for what she did,” He professionally hides his smile as he hears the quick pad of footsteps coming down her spiral staircase.

“I really meant no harm, it’s just—”

“It’s just really hard to keep our private life private, you know?” Harry drags on with a deep sigh. “And it's just really hard for us to have to answer things like this. Like, we don’t really know what you guys expect us to do when...” Harry’s dimples dig into his cheeks, a boyish giggle comes tumbling past his lips when YN peaks her head sideways in front of his laptop camera.

“YN!” Romans scolds with a bright smile, infinitely relieved he didn’t just make enemies with the world’s favorite female pop star. He dramatically throws a hand over his heart.

“Sorry, I’m sorry! It was just too good and Ro, I think you’re the only one that would be able to handle a joke like that.” YN laughs as she slides in close to her comfy-looking boyfriend.

“So I’m assuming this confirms my previous question?” The host asks excitedly.

“Yeah,” Harry smiles fondly at his love, discreetly wrapping an arm around her waist that’s low enough to not be shown on camera. “We’ve been living at YN’s place in LA for a couple of weeks now. And yeah, it’s been fun.”

2022:

In a full black suit, Harry is escorted to the next interviewer on the red carpet for the premiere of My Policeman. After a couple of initial questions, the eager woman asks, “Last thing before you get whisked away, on behalf of the fandom and everyone else on this planet, we just want to send a massive amount of love to you and YN.”

“Thank you very much,” He nods, putting a hand over his heart and trying his hardest to keep the growing smile on his face at bay.

“And we are all just dying to know,” She takes a quick, excited glance back to the camera. “If you’re going to drop the big question soon?”

Harry can’t help but huff out a laugh, the kind where his dimples dig into his cheeks and the crows feet appear next to his eyes. If they only knew that YN kept the ring he gave her—the ring that signifies their promise to become husband and wife on their anniversary—at home for the sake of privacy and for this very reason.

“Um,” He looks up in fake contemplation before giving her a cheeky shrug. “I dunno. Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows?”

“Well, best of luck to you both.”

After being escorted away, the camera doesn’t stop filming Harry as he goes over to stand next to his fiancée on the red carpet. Although the camera can’t pick up what YN says to Emma Corin that makes the actress laugh, her beaming smile turns to Harry when she feels his hand on her back. He can’t hold back from planting a loving peck on her cheek before the two are escorted to their next section on the red carpet.

2023:

On a show in Cardiff, Harry adjusts a flag on his shoulder as he walks around the catwalk on stage. As he begins to sing Satellite, he makes a stop to sing to a group by the barricade.

It’s nothing new to YN and Harry’s respective shows when fans bring signs with something on it to get the artists’ attention. Honestly, it’s become one of the parts of the show they look forward to the most.

So when Harry’s eyes move over to a newly raised sign that says ‘shag?’ on it, he breaks out into a smirk. Part of the fun of when fans bring signs is that there’s always a handful that asks these sorts of questions: Are you single? Can I have your number? Are you dating?

It’s not so much the content written on the signs that makes the interaction so enjoyable; it’s the response that he gives.

Because all Harry does is break out into that dimpled, love sick smile that YN can’t get enough of and happily points to his wedding band.

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harrrystyles-writing · 1 month

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Hmmm, meu primeiro pedido de concept.

Quero um angust com os números 10, 12, 15 e 16

Bem dramático do jeito q eu gosto.

Frases: Você foi uma perda de tempo." "Você me fez me odiar./Quando você deixou de me amar?/Como faço para você me amar de novo?"

Aviso: Angústia.

NotaAutora: @nihstyles que goste meu amor, deixei ele bem dramático 🥹🥹

🌼 MASTERLIST 🌼

HARRY CONCEPT #21

— Que porra é essa? — S/n gritou assim que olhou a foto no celular de sua dama de honra — Isso é real?

Era seu noivo sentado em uma poltrona com uma mulher nua o beijando.

— Foi tirada ontem a noite. — Sua irmã tristemente respondeu. — Na despedida de solteiro dele.

— O que?! Ele não pode ter feito isso comigo. — Ela tentava se mexer, mas o enorme vestido branco impedia de fazer muitos movimentos.

— S/n, você está bem?

— Lógico que não, cadê ele? Está no outro cômodo?

— Não! Ele já está no altar esperando, você vai até lá?

— Eu preciso, porque não vai haver mais casamento. — Soltou um suspiro longo, tomando coragem para a situação mais constrangedora de sua vida.

Não era para terminar assim.

Houve uma época em que tudo era perfeito, uma época onde S/n era uma noiva feliz e Harry não a traíu.

Ela gostaria de poder voltar no tempo.

— O que faz aqui? Eu já não disse que não era mais para aparecer. — Seu coração apertou-se ao vê-lo entrar pela porta lateral de manhã.

— Eu só vim pegar algumas coisas.

— Faça isso rápido. — Rispidamente retrucou. — Vou sair daqui a 20 minutos e não quero você aqui.

— Eu tenho muitas coisas não vou conseguir tudo nesse tempo.

— Eu não importo, só quero que você suma da minha casa, eu ainda estou sendo bem boazinha deixando você pegar suas coisas ao invés de queima-lás.

— Da nossa casa, essa ainda é minha casa. — Afirmou com convicção.

— Não, esta não é nossa casa, ela deixou de ser um lar, logo após você ter dormido com outra mulher.

— Eu já te disse que isso nunca aconteceu.

— Ah! Sim, só foi um beijo estúpido na sua despedida de solteiro?! Não foi assim que você descreveu? — Ironizou, jogando sua xícara na pia,todo o apetite de café da manhã havia sumido — Mas eu vi a porra da foto, ela estava nua em cima de você, Harry.

— Olha, eu não vou entrar nessa discussão de novo, estou cansado.

— Que bom, porque já estou cansada de ver suas lágrimas falsas de perdão.

— Não precisa ser tão rude comigo, eu ainda sou um ser humano, sabia? E você tem me tratado pior que um animal.

— E como eu deveria tratar um traidor? Que simplesmente me fez passar a pior coisa da minha vida?

Não restava mais nada além de pura amargura e ódio dentro dela nesse momento.

— Eu sei que mereço ser punido, eu sei, no momento que eu vi a stripper lá eu deveria ter acabado com tudo,eu sei, mas todos estavam animados e bêbados e ela acabou me beijando sem mesmo eu querer isso, me perdoa por ser um bêbado estúpido, quantas vezes eu preciso dizer que eu nunca quis aquilo, mas o que você anda fazendo me machuca muito, parece que todo o amor sumiu. — Seus olhos estavam vermelhos, prestes a chorar. — Quando você deixou de me amar?

— No momento em que eu vi aquela porra de foto prestes a entrar no altar!— Às lágrimas quentes borravam sua maquiagem. — Quer que eu me importe com seus sentimentos agora? Você pensou nos meus sentimentos quando me traiu? Certamente não pensou enquanto bebia e via uma stripper nua na sua frente ou quando todos naquela igreja também viram aquela foto, então por que eu deveria ser boazinha com você? — Apontava o dedo indicador para ele. — Você me fez me odiar. — Soluçou. — É isso que uma traição causa em uma pessoa.

Harry se odiava e odiava mais por ela o odiar agora. Ele fez a única coisa que prometeu que nunca faria. Ele quebrou seu coração.Ele disse que ela era o amor da vida dele e depois a fez sentir completamente o contrário. Agora nada poderia consertar seu erro.

— Aqui estão as chaves, o aluguel vence dia 09, pague certinho e não teremos problemas. — O senhor de bigode entregou o molho ao Harry.

— Muito obrigado. — Sorriu educadamente antes de fechar a porta.

Vendo aquele apartamento vazio, ele quis chorar, tudo parecia estranho sem ela, ele precisava daquela doce voz para dizer que tudo ficaria bem. Ele nunca quis magoá-la, Harry desejou nunca ter ido à casa do Matt naquela noite estúpida, porque aquele beijo não significou nada, mas isso não importa mais, porque custou tudo a ele e dói demais até para admitir.

As coisas do novo apartamento finalmente estavam no devido lugar, mas ainda percebeu faltar algo. A dor no peito só aumentou assim que ele deitou-se exausto na cama para dormir, mas não conseguia, ele precisava dela, ambos eram para estar em lua de mel agora, mas nunca aconteceu por sua causa dele e sabia que do outro lado da cidade ela estava tão triste quanto ele.

Harry precisava tentar uma última vez, nem que fosse para sair de coração partido, ele vestiu seus sapatos de corrida e correu por quase toda a cidade até ir de encontro a porta dela.

— Oi... — Seu sorriso era tímido assim que S/n atendeu a porta na oitava vez que apertou a campainha.

— O que você veio fazer aqui?

— Eu precisava ver você.

— Tchau, Harry. — Revirou os olhos, indo fechar a porta.

— Espere. — Ele colocou o pé a impedindo.

— O quê?! — Sua voz já estava um pouco alterada.

Ele percebeu seus olhos inchados, ela chorou.

— Eu preciso te perguntar uma coisa.

— Perguntar o quê?

— Como faço para você me amar de novo? — Quase como um sussurro questionou. — Você é a melhor coisa que já aconteceu comigo, eu não quero ficar sem você.

Sua expressão não mudou, em outra vida seu coração até podia palpitar ao ouvir essas palavras, mas agora era só dor que preenchia seu peito, ele fez isso com ela. Harry era tudo para ela, seu porto seguro, sua alma gêmea, mas agora não passava do homem que quebrou seu coração.

— Você foi uma perda de tempo.

Não era assim que se consertava as coisas, ele simplesmente não podia só chegar e dizer o quanto a queria, assim ele só estava piorando as coisas e a machucando ainda mais no processo.

— S/n, por favor. — Harry ajoelhou-se implorando. — Eu faço o que for preciso para ter você de volta, pode me tratar como quiser, pode me xingar e me fazer de capacho, eu faço tudo com tanto que no final do dia eu possa estar com você, olhar para você, eu não consigo viver sem você.

— Eu não consigo mais confiar em você, sei que você diz que foi só uma noite e só um beijo, mas você é um traidor, você beijou outra pessoa um dia antes de se casar comigo, como eu posso querer uma vida com alguém que é capaz disto? Vá embora, Harry e faz um favor a nós dois não me procure mais. — A porta foi lentamente se fechando, mas a dúvida em sua mente a consumiu a fazendo perguntar. — Harry?

— Sim? — Ele já estava pronto pra se virar e partir.

— Valeu a pena?

— Você sabe que não.

Muito obrigada por ler até aqui! Se gostou fav, reblogue ou deixe uma ask, isso realmente é muito importante para mim 🥺♥️

Taglist: @little-big-fan @say-narry @umadirectioner @harry-sofrida @lanavelstommo

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harrysfinelinevol1 · 2 years

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here for you

harry styles x reader

summary: harry is your husband and you are following him on his europe tour. halfway through you get quite sick which causes harry to get very worried about you especially because you're carrying a little secret

word count: 5k

warnings: none

Berlin was always one of your favourite places to visit. You found the city to be fascinating and the people there were always lovely. However this time around, you hadn't been able to really see it at all.

At his previous show in Poland, you had begun to feel a bit achy and tired but you had just put it down to poor sleep and always being on the move. However, after the day after the show, you had woken up to an excruciating headache, a chesty cough and you felt like you had a fever. During that day as you travelled from Poland to Germany, you had tried to play down how sick you were, not wanting to stress out your husband or distract him from his tour and so he remained mostly unaware of how awful you felt during that day. You arrived in Berlin late at night and went straight to the hotel. But at this point, you were starting to feel dizzy and you knew you needed to see a doctor. You knew you had the flu and in most normal circumstances you would just power through but not everything about your current circumstances was normal.

You were pregnant with Harry's baby. You had found out just before the Wembley show in London and you had been over the moon. You and Harry had been trying so luckily it wasn't a bad shock for you when the result came through as positive. You had told Harry and he had cried happy tears as he scooped you up into his arms, telling you how excited he was and how you would be the best mum. Since then he had become very protective of you, making sure you were always comfortable and trying the very best for you and your unborn baby. It had made you fall in love with him all over again. However, now that you were sick, you knew if you told him how ill you felt, he would panic and probably end up doing something rash, like cancel the show so he could be with you and you really didn't want him to do that.

So as you arrived at the hotel, and you knew you needed to see someone to check everything was ok, you sought out Sarah. Sarah and Mitch were some of the few people on the tour with you who you had told about the baby. Sarah had been really helpful during your first trimester as you struggled with morning sickness and the exhaustion you had felt.

You knocked on her hotel room door and it was quickly opened by Mitch who stared at you in confusion.

"Could I speak to Sarah?" you rasped, throat beginning to hurt now as well. Mitch quickly realised something wasn't right and let you in, helping you over to an armchair in the room and calling for Sarah, who was in the bathroom. She rushed out and came over to you, kneeling by your side.

"Oh love, what's up," she asked worried as you coughed, holding your hand against your head.

"I'm really ill. I think I need to see a doctor," you managed to get out and Sarah was quickly gesturing at Mitch to get her a phone.

"Ok, how long have you been feeling like this?" she questioned as Mitch handed her her phone and she scrolled to try and find the number for the doctor they had on tour with them.

"Probably since the last show," you mumbled, closing your eyes to try and lessen the thumping pain in your head. You heard the dial tone of Sarah's phone and her begin to explain to the doctor that he needed to come and see you. She explained your symptoms and also that you were pregnant and he said he would be right up. She put down the phone and held onto your hand as you waited.

"Does Harry know?" she whispered tentatively and you slowly shook your head.

"Y/N. You should tell him," Sarah told you but you shook your head again.

"He'll worry too much. He's already spending way too much time fretting about me and I just want him to focus on doing the best shows he can," you explained, sniffling slightly and Sarah just sighed but said nothing more. She knew you should have told him, but she respected your reasons for not doing so.

The doctor arrived quickly and gave you an examination to make sure everything was still ok with the baby, as well as prescribing you some medication to help with the flu. He told you that it was very important that you got some rest over the next couple of days and didn't push yourself at all. You agreed nervously, knowing it would be hard to explain to Harry why you were spending all day in bed. But you needed to do it for the health of your baby so you nodded along to whatever the doctor was saying.

After he left, you trudged back to your hotel room, still feeling horrible but the doctor had given you some pills so your symptoms were slightly less intense. You opened the door and chuckled slightly at the sight in front of you. Harry was fully clothed and face down on the bed, snoring slightly. You knew he was exhausted, it often happened halfway into the tour. You went about getting ready for bed, leaving him to sleep for a bit longer before you slowly shuffled round to his side of the bed, pushing the hair out of his face and giving him a small kiss on the head. His eyes fluttered open and he smiled softly when he saw you above him.

"Hi love," he mumbled sleepily.

"Let's get you to bed," you whispered, half to keep quiet and half because your throat was so sore that talking was quite difficult at the moment. He nodded as he pushed himself off the bed and padded into the bathroom. You went around the bed and clambered in, tucking yourself under the covers as the fever was making you shiver slightly, even though you knew you were hot to touch. You could feel yourself falling in and out of consciousness as Harry moved quietly around the room getting ready for bed. Eventually, he got into the bed beside you, frowning slightly when he noticed how hot you felt to touch and how you couldn't really focus on him.

"You ok love?" he wondered, scared that something might be wrong with the baby. You hummed back in response, too tired and ill to even be able to speak. Harry could tell he wasn't going to be able to get anything out of you as you were too tired but he couldn't help but worry. You had been strangely quiet all day, barely even saying a word and you had slept for the majority of it but you seemed exhausted now.

He had a fitful sleep, consumed by anxiety over whether you were ok. He kept waking up to check that you were still ok and he wished he could check that the baby was ok as well. He woke up in the morning, not feeling rested at all and frowned when he turned over and found that you were not lying next to him. Usually, he would wake up first and then wake you up with gentle kisses and touches but today that was not the case. He could see the light from the bathroom was on and guessed you were in there. He could hear retching and he cursed himself for not being there to help you through your morning sickness.

"Babe?!" he called out, quickly throwing off the covers and rushing into the bathroom where you were leaning on the toilet, face pale and clammy, dark circle under your eyes and you were trembling slightly. You looked horrible, worse than you usually looked when you had morning sickness. Harry's heart dropped when he saw you, it killed him to see the love of his life looking so unwell. He dropped down beside you, gathering your hair up in his hands and slowly rubbing your back as you retched and gagged.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled as you collapsed back against him. You had never felt worse in your life, the morning sickness combined with your flu had you feeling like you might not actually survive this.

"Baby, why are you apologising?" Harry questioned, stunned you'd try and apologise for being unwell.

"Because I can't imagine this is nice to deal with," you explained but he shook his head.

"Y/N, you are everything to me. I will always be there for you when you're feeling gross and sick because I love you so much. M' your husband love, I will look after you for the rest of my life," he professed and tears pricked your eyes. You felt so guilty for not telling him you were sick now because you could hear in his voice how worried he was about you.

"C'mon, let's get you back into bed," he said as he lifted you into his arms, letting you rest your weary head on his shoulder. He knew there was something going on other than your morning sickness, you looked too unwell. He gently placed you down on the bed, kneeling down beside you.

"Wanna tell me what's going on?" he whispered to you and you sighed, knowing you needed to come clean.

"I'm not feeling very well. At all. I have the flu," you admitted. Harry ran his hands over his face before settling one hand on yours, giving it a squeeze.

"How long have you felt like this?" he inquired, knowing you would have tried to pretend like it was fine for as long as possible.

"Not very long," you tried but Harry shook his head.

"C'mon love, don't pretend to be ok. Let me help you," he pleaded.

"Haven't been feeling great since the last show."

"Ok, do we need to go see a doctor? Do you think the baby is ok?" he asked, eyes full of worry for his unborn child and you. You shook your head.

"I... um... well I saw the doctor last night," you told him and you felt horrible when you saw the sadness in his eyes.

"Baby, why didn't you tell me? I just came here and fell asleep like an idiot when I should have been there for you," he said, placing a hand on your forehead and flinching when he felt how hot you were. You shrugged slightly, squeezing your eyes shut so the tears that were threatening to fall down your cheeks wouldn't slip out. You had become a lot more emotional since getting pregnant and would cry at the smallest things.

Deep down, Harry knew exactly why you hadn't told him. You had always been very selfless and would only complain about something if it was really bad. He knew you didn't like to distract him from his work and he knew you hated it when he was overly worried about you. You always wanted him to be comfortable and happy on tour and focused on the fans and his music and not be concerned about you.

"Love, when will you realise that I will always worry about you. You're my love, my wife and the mother of my child. You are my first priority always," he insisted and you sniffled slightly.

"I know," you whimpered, feeling so bad for not telling Harry you were sick.

"Oh my love, please don't cry, it's ok," he tried to soothe you. "I just want you to be ok, yeah, so let me look after you."

"But your tour? You have a really busy day H," you pointed out and he scoffed.

"Fuck the tour. You're more important," he declared but you shook your head, sighing.

"Harry, you can't cancel your show over me. You just can't. I won't let you. It will make me feel worse if you do," you told him, your fears of him trying to do something rash because of your sickness coming true. He groaned slightly, knowing that you wouldn't back down over this and also that you were right. He couldn't just cancel a show but he didn't want to go to work and not be able to look after you. But he had an idea.

"Ok, listen I won't cancel the show, but you need to let me look after you. Come with me today, I'll make sure you have a place you can rest for the whole day. If you're too sick, that's fine, you can stay here and rest love, but if you can, please come with me. I wanna make sure you and the little one are alright," he begged. You could tell he was really going to struggle to leave you here on your own, and secretly you wanted to come and have him look after you although you would never admit it. So you nodded and he breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, love. If at any point you need to come back here, just let me know and we will. Now, let me get you some clean clothes and we'll go from there."

He helped you up, getting you out of your pyjamas, which your skin was sticking to due to your fever although you just felt cold. You whimpered loudly when you sat naked in the bed, intensely shivering and Harry ran around quickly getting you some new clothes, his heart breaking to see you so ill. He grabbed a big hoodie of his and some of your leggings out of the closet, as well as some underwear. Weakly, you let him dress you, your body using his for support as he pulled the jumper over your head. Once he had got you into clean clothes, he pulled you into his lap, holding you and rocking you to try and soothe you. It worked slightly, you found yourself relaxing in the arms of your love and it relieved some of the aches you felt in your body.

"Have you got some medicine?" he inquired and you nodded, telling him it was in your washbag in the bathroom. He found the medicine the doctor had prescribed you and got you some water so you could take it.

"Can I get you some breakfast?" he asked and you groaned at the thought of food. Nausea from the morning sickness and the fact you had lost your appetite made food sound very unappealing.

"Love you need to eat something. For the baby," he urged you and you knew he was right. The baby needed sustenance, so you needed to eat.

"Nothing too heavy," you conceded and he nodded. He tucked you back into bed, pressing a kiss to your forehead and promised he'd be back soon and went off in search of some breakfast. When he returned with a range of items, he found you asleep, snoring slightly as your body tried to fight off your illness. He smiled softly, glad you were getting some much-needed rest, before settling himself in the adjoining room, which had a sofa and table in it and started eating some breakfast he had acquired for himself.

You slept for most of the morning, until about 11am, when Harry woke you up, quietly telling you that he was needed in about an hour at the venue to rehearse. Your heart swelled when you saw what he had got you for breakfast. He had bought you a range of options as he had apparently gone to Sarah to ask her what he should get you to make sure he got it right. He had bought you some yoghurt and bananas as well as different types of cereal so you could choose the one you wanted. He had also got you some ginger tea because he had read somewhere that ginger helped with morning sickness. You felt so lucky at that moment to have such a caring and sweet husband who would do anything for you.

You slowly ate breakfast, to try and keep everything down and the ginger tea really did help. Harry helped you shower and get ready for the day before packing a bag for you full of blankets, your medicine, some water and things to get you through the day. You set off for the venue around 12, you slumped against Harry in the car while he rubbed your back, pressing small gentle kisses all over your face. When you arrived, Harry found two couches in the dressing room which he pushed together to make a bed for you. He covered it in blankets and cushions and helped you get settled. As sick as you were you wanted to smother him with love for what he was doing for you. You were so thankful.

Eventually, he had to leave to go to rehearsals but it took a lot of convincing on your part to get him to leave you. Jeff basically had to drag him away and he looked very grumpy as he sulked off towards the stage. You settled down and began to drift off again, the distant sound of Harry's voice calming you down as you listened to him playing.

You rested all afternoon, Harry periodically coming into check on you. Whenever he had a spare moment, he would immediately rush to be by your side, making sure you were getting enough liquids and rest and helping you eat something here and there. As the afternoon turned into the evening, Harry became busier and busier and was finding it hard to get back to you and make sure you were ok. He was getting frustrated with people as they kept pulling him in different places and he was getting snappy. Jeff sighed as he noticed Harry getting irritable, knowing he only needed to see his wife but they were running late already and he couldn't really pull him away yet. Selfishly, Jeff needed Harry to stay where he was so he could make sure everything went to plan.

You remained unaware of this, as you were snoozing away in the dressing room, listening to a podcast on your phone, your hand absentmindedly rubbing your belly. You had started doing it when you got pregnant and it always relaxed you now. Harry was always rubbing it as well as if he was in awe that a tiny person was growing inside you. You could tell he was already going to be an amazing father, especially after how he treated you today.

You slept right through into the evening, your body craving rest as it fought off the illness, but it did mean you had slept right through dinner and Harry hadn't been there to make sure you'd eaten. Therefore you woke up at around 8:30, half an hour before Harry was due to go on stage, feeling groggy and weak due to the lack of food. You groaned as you stretched out your muscles, mumbling out Harry's name but soon realised he wasn't there. No one was, the dressing room was completely empty. You sighed slightly as you realised you would have to get up to find some food, but you knew you had to eat so you pushed your sore body off the couch and shuffled to the door. You wandered through the corridors slowly, trying not to move too fast to aggravate your already sore head. You began to get frustrated as you failed to find any food or someone you could ask to get you something as everyone was running about looking very busy. Not wanting to cause a fuss, you sadly began making your way back to the dressing room. Halfway back, you heard someone yell out your name and turned around to see Harry running towards you, a concerned look plastered on his face.

"Baby, what are you doing out here?" he asked as he pulled you into his arms.

"Just trying to get some dinner," you muttered pulling back from Harry who frowned.

"You haven't eaten?" You shook your head in response and he swore under his breath. "I fucking told Jeff to get you some food like an hour ago, are you shitting me?!"

"Harry it's ok, don't worry, I'll find some food," you insisted but he was too angry now.

"No, you should be getting some rest not wandering around trying to get food! I want you to be better love and Jeff should have bought you something. He knows you're pregnant as well," Harry continued, clenching his fists as he looked around trying to find Jeff so he could chew him out.

"Harry please, I don't want to cause any trouble," you tried again.

"Love, you really arent so please stop saying that. You're ill and you're carrying m'baby in there and I need to make sure you're ok and fed and that the little bubba is too," he said firmly and your gaze softened because you knew he was just getting angry because he was worried about the baby. You stood on your tiptoes and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips and cupped his cheek with your hand.

"I love you H. And I love that you care so much about me. About us," you began as you cupped your stomach. "But right now, you've got a show to put on and I want you to go out there and give it your all. I will be ok and I will find some food and after the show, we can go home right away and you can look after me as much as you want, yeah," you proposed and his demeanour softened, the anger fading from his eyes. He nodded slowly, pulling you into his arms as you swayed back and forth. Eventually, he pulled back and pressed another kiss to your lips.

"I love you. So much," he professed and you smiled into the kiss, feeling overwhelmingly in love with the man that stood before you.

"I love you too. Sorry I can't watch the show," you apologised and he shook his head.

"Don't apologise. Just need you to get better for me love," he told you.

He pulled away slowly, and begun to walk you back to your dressing room. You pretended like you couldn't see him angrily texting Jeff to get you some food. You could see him violently typing in the corner of your eye and you rolled your eyes at your husband's antics. He got you settled back onto the sofa and glared at Jeff as he sheepishly arrived with food for you. You sent Jeff an apologetic look which didn't get missed by Harry.

"Doesn't deserve your apology," he mumbled into your skin as he was sitting underneath you, with you curled up on his lap and his face pressed into your neck. You rolled your eyes as you tentatively spooned soup into your mouth and chewed on some bread.

"H, you need to go," you pushed as he continued to cling onto you, his arms wrapped around your waist under your jumper, softly holding your belly with his large hands.

"Don't wanna."

"Harry," you warned and he huffed as he let you go and you clambered off him so he could move.

"Stay here love and get some rest. I'll be back before you know it," he said before kneeling down in front of you to kiss your belly, lifting the jumper you were wearing so a sliver of your skin was exposed.

"Be nice for Mum," he muttered as he pressed a kiss to your skin and you gazed down adoringly at him. You couldn't wait to have this baby with him, it was like he was destined to be a dad. He stood up and gave you a quick kiss.

"Eat all your soup love," he reminded you as you sat back down on the sofa, smiling as he grabbed a blanket and pulled it over you.

"You got this," you encouraged as he turned towards the door.

"Always love," he replied grinning as he left and you snuggled back down onto the sofa, enjoying your soup. You smiled as you heard the roar of the crowd, always so proud of your husband whenever you saw how many people would turn up just to see him play. He deserved every success in your eyes.

Harry returned an hour later. After making his way off stage, a couple of people tried to pull him in different directions but he was insistent on getting back to his wife. Jeff, having learnt his lesson, helped Harry get away from them and therefore all was forgiven between the two of them.

"I think Y/N's seeing the doctor right now," Jeff mentioned and Harry whirled his head around.

"Is she ok?! Is the baby ok?!" he rushed out but before Jeff had time to say yes, it was just a routine check-up, Harry was already sprinting down the corridor towards the dressing room. Jeff shook his head at Harry but he was happy to finally see the man so in love.

Your eyes grew wide as Harry crashed through the door of the dressing room where you were lying on the couch as the doctor listened to the baby's heartbeat.

"Is everything ok?" he asked urgently as he ran his hands through his hair in stress. You chuckled.

"Everything is fine H, he's just giving me a check-up," you explained as Harry sighed in relief, coming over to your side where he knelt down beside you, holding your hand. He watched as the doctor felt your stomach and checked your general health and relaxed when the doctor said he was happy with how things were progressing and that your bout of illness hadn't impacted the baby in any way. He also said you were improving generally and a couple more days of rest and you would be much better.

"Any questions?" the doctor said as he began to pack away his stuff and you sighed. Whenever any doctor asked Harry if he had any questions regarding you and your baby, he usually had about 100. You gave the doctor an apologetic look as he began to answer all of Harry's questions as unsurprisingly he had a lot. Eventually, you managed to pull Harry away and the doctor looked a bit relieved as he exited the room. You chuckled seeing Harry looking all grumpy because somehow he still had more questions.

"Babe, you can google it later or find the answer in one of those books you have," you told him, pulling off his top so he could get changed back into his normal clothes. He turned bright red at the mention of the books. He thought you hadn't noticed, but the day after you told him you were pregnant, he had bought every single book on pregnancy that he could find. You had found them stashed in his tote bag a few nights ago and you found it really sweet.

"What books?" he pretended as he grabbed his jumper that you were holding and pulled it over to his bed. You giggled as he hid his face in the hood, pulling the strings tight so only his nose was visible in the little gap. You pressed a soft kiss to it and he began to loosen the strings.

"It's cute babe," you reassured him and he shrugged, a bit embarrassed he'd been caught. Harry finished getting dressed and he made sure you were all ready to go. He looped an arm around your shoulders as he guided you out of the venue and towards the car.

Once you got back to the hotel, Harry sat you on the counter as he readied a bath for you. You were already beginning to feel a lot better, the day of rest having done wonders for you. You knew it was going to mean you would be behind on work but you didn't really care. You needed rest and seeing as your husband was technically your boss, as you worked alongside Jeff in organising Harry's tours, you thought you could probably get away with it. You watched him as he went about making sure the water temperature was right and your heart melted. He was so sweet to you.

He carefully undressed you and placed you in the bath before settling in behind you. He carefully washed you, massaging your shoulders and your head as he did. It felt incredible.

"M'so lucky to have you," you mumbled sleepily and he pressed a kiss to your head.

"You are everything to me," he responded lovingly as he got out of the bath from behind you and helped you out, still whispering the sweetest things in your ear. You both got ready for bed, settling down in the cool sheets. Harry had pushed up your top, so it was just resting beneath your chest and he was pressing slow, loving kisses to your stomach. Your eyes fluttered closed at the sensation.

"Sing to us?" you asked quietly. Harry had gotten into the habit of singing to you and the baby since you got pregnant. You had joked that the baby was going to come out already knowing all the lyrics to his songs, but you loved it when he did sing. You never would get tired of hearing your husband sing.

"Course love," he complied as he began to sing the opening verse of As It Was. He sang it slowly and much calmer than he usually would. You could feel yourself drifting off to the sound of his deep voice, his breath hot against the skin of your stomach.

'in this world, it's just us' he sang and you smiled softly. That was your favourite line of the song because it was true. Despite the chaos of it all, despite the millions of fans, the hundreds of shows and everything that came along with it, as long as you just had Harry and your baby it would be fine.

It was just the three of you, and that's all that mattered.

little one shot while i work on pt.2 of the flatshare in london, which is coming along nicely but is very time consuming and i was away at the weekend so i couldn't really write anything. sorry :(

sloane xx

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please give us part 2 with happy ending 😫😫😭😭😭😭

Better man -2

A/n : I know you guys hate me, but guess what. Jokes on you cause I hate myself too. I'm sorry I took forever to write this. I know, I'm sorry. As I said my life is shitty rn so I stuck to just reading for a while and I didn't want to write with a wrong state of mind. But I'm back, here is your promised part 2 of Better man.

Warnings : Angst, alcohol mention, lil swearing.

Summary : Harry is a typical asshole rockstar and Y/n is naive and in love with him.

(I'm sorry again for the late. I love you all. Thank you sticking with me.) Part - 1. ( read part 1 before )

-- 6 months later --

This love is a fucking shit show. You fall in love with someone and literally fall, you'll fall and crash, and break your bones but nothing hurts. No matter how toxic the other person is or how shitty they treat you, you will be in that high and can't even feel any of those things. But when you come out of that high, when you start to see the real colours of that person then you will realise the pain. The aftermath is horrible.

After that night when Y/n ended things with Harry she felt numb for few days. She didn't feel anything for a while, she cried that night but later nothing for few days.

But after a week it hit her like a train. Everything, all the things they did, all the memories they had, everything made her cry. She cried and cried and cried until she felt there are no tears left in her anymore.

She was broken, she still didn't understand why she was not enough for him. She still didn't understand why is it that hard for him to love her back. But everything is over so she tried to get over him, she did everything to stop thinking about him.

She gave him her world and he shattered that world into pieces. Obviously it's hard to get over it. She took time but she did it. She changed.

She is over him now.

It's been months, few hard months but she is strong, stronger than ever before. Yes, there were days when she drove around the city and parked her car at some random parking lot and cried there alone in one of his old t-shirts he left at hers because every place reminded him, her house, her balcony, her bedroom, her favorite coffee shop.

But as the time goes by she started to understand that she deserves better than him and she just can't sit and cry for someone who don't even give a single fuck about her.

Eva, her best friend was her biggest support in this process. She made sure Y/n is doing well, she is like sister to Y/n that she never had. Eva used drop by at midnights to check on Y/n. Y/n will be forever thankful for her. She was soo lucky to have her in her life. And Eva never said anything like 'told you so'. Y/n know that she was upset but she understood and Y/n was glad that she did.

And even Sarah understood everything, she made sure Y/n was ok. She couldn't take sides because Harry is also her friend and her boss. But she understood where they both were coming from. She couldn't do more than just consoling them. And Y/n understood.

Now she is healed. She became a better version of her self. She stopped depending on others for her happiness. She started loving herself, which a very big change. She stopped checking about him on social medias or asking about him, trying to know about him.

But it's not completely possible to forget him like that, she still remembered him time to time. After all she loved him with her entire soul. But she made sure that it doesn't break her anymore. But a small part of her heart still beats for him.

*☆•°..*☆•°..*

While Y/n is healing and getting better Harry is breaking and getting worse.

He left her house that night after staring at her closed bedroom door for a while. He never understood why he didnt say anything. He just left.

For a while he didn't understand why it's hurting him.

He didn't love her or anything, so why is does it feel like some thing or someone is breaking inside ?

He spent many nights thinking about her. About what she might be doing at that particular moment, is she still crying? Or did she finally realised that he is an asshole and forgot him.

He knew he hurt her, but he can't help it. He didn't do that on purpose. He could never do it on purpose. Yes he was a dick to her. But he was afraid, afraid that he might hurt her and himself. His life is a shit show, everyone he meet will be in public's eye. People will make their life hell. He didn't want that to happen to Y/n.

That's one of the reasons. But the main reason was, he was afraid of love. He was afraid of commitment. His past relationships taught him a lot and he was afraid. And Y/n is an angel, she don't deserve him so he kept telling himself that it's not worth it. That he will make their both lives hell. So he just kept doing what they were doing.

You know that feeling? when you find a person who is a walking green flag. But you become a walking red flag because of your past relationships. That's what happened to Harry. They turned him into an asshole, so he stopped thinking about others and became selfish.

But nothing gives an explanation to why he hurt Y/n. He knew that too. He can't give a perfect reason why he hurt her, broke her. He could have left her the moment she told him her feelings but he didn't, he just pretended that nothing happened. A part of him didn't want to leave her.

There were days when he used to sit and wonder why he was such an ass to her.

"Am I that hard to love, Harry ?"

Her words used ring in his eras, he still remembered her eyes when she asked him that. The pain in them, the hurt. He literally used to beat himself whenever he remembered that expression. Thinking why couldn't he answer her at that moment?

He used to drink until he blacked out. He used to drink and sit and cry like a baby in his room. He felt like his heart was breaking into small pieces and he could feel every piece breaking.

He used to cry thinking about her. Tears running down his face, he couldn't figure out why ? He used lock himself in his room and sob thinking about her. Her memories used to kill him. He used to behave like a zombie and it scared everyone. He started to zone out at work, he started skip his studio sessions and spent his time alone thinking about her.

And he finally understood that he love her. He always did, but refused to belive it.

The moment he saw her sitting alone in that party while everyone are drinking and having fun he knew that she is different. As cliché as it sounds he just felt it.

And in the process of getting to know her he like her, a lot. But he never said that to her, they were going casual and he wanted to keep it that way. He tried to be as distant ad possible, he ignored her on purpose. He know if he didn't he will fuck up and fall in love with her. But he did anyways. But now it's too late, he can't do anything other than sit and cry.

He tried to get into contact with her but she blocked him everywhere which he expected and deserved. He used to ask Sarah about her but she said nothing which he also understood.

He was at his worst, he still is after months. He still didn't forget her. He know he can't, she everywhere. He started to see her in every person, no girl is as perfect as her. No one can be a comparison. He wished that he said that to her. Said how much she means to him, how much he love her, how much he adore her. But didn't and now he can't. He don't even know whether she will for give him or not.

*☆•°..*☆•°..*

It's been months since he actually had fun. He stopped hanging out with his friends and going out a lot. He stopped hooking up with girls, he pretty much stopped everything. And his friend are worried about him because he is not himself so they forced him to go out today.

So here he is, sitting in the bar and pretending to listen to the conversation happening around and sipping on his drink. He could have done this at his house too.

Thats when he saw Eva. He know Eva, he met her a couple of times. She is Y/n's best friend and he also know that she is not a very big fan of him.

She is taking with a blonde guy at the other side of the bar, he swiftly checked if Y/n was here too. But for his disappointment she is not. Eva is alone with that guy.

He contemplated on going to her and talking. It's been months and he don't know how Y/n is doing, and he wanted to knoe very badly. But most probably Eva will not talk to him.

He saw that blonde guy wishpered something and leave. Harry thought it's the right time, if he hesitate now he may never get a chance to know about Y/n. So he excused himself from his friends and his way towards Eva.

"Eva." He called her with a hesitant voice.

She turned and looked at him. She had this unpleasant look on her face which is Harry is not used to, but he know that he deserves it.

"Umm... hi. How are you ? "

She rolled her eyes. "What do you want, Harry? " her tone is uninterested.

"I - I just wanted to say hi." He scratched back of his neck, he is uncomfortable.

"I'm not interested in small talk with you. So if you don't mind." She started to leave.

"Wait" he said in a hurry.

"I just wanted to talk for a minute."

"What do you wanna talk about Harry ? About Y/n ?" She asked in a mocking way.

"Umm. Ye - yes. I just want to know how is she doing ?"

She scoffed "Are you for real?"

He sighed "Look , Eva I'm sorry for everything. I never wanted this to happen this way. I know I'm a dick. I don't deserve her"

"Yes, you really don't." She interrupted him

"I know. But I don't.. I can't get her out of my mind. I just - I just I feel like ... it's killing me. "

She was silent for a moment.

"Look I just wanted know about her, how is she ?"

"Oh she is very happy ,Harry thank you for your concern." She said sarcastically.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what ? For hurting and breaking her heart while you were enjoying with other girls?"

He closed his eyes. Everything hurts, listening to her say those things out hurts even more.

"I know." His voice is shaky. He is on the verge of crying. But he can't.

"Harry, I don't know why you didn't love her, I don't even wanna know. But atleast you could have left before everything went to south. She don't deserve this. You have no idea how much of dick you are." Her anger towards him, and her concern and love towards Y/n is clearly visible in her eyes and voice. And he is kinda happy that Y/n have a friend like Eva.

"I know I ruined her. Bu-"

She cut him with a laugh. A real laugh like he said something funny.

"Ruined her ?" She scoffed.

"You might hurt her or break her heart but you can never ruin or destroy her. She is stronger than you think. Maybe she is an idiot to love someone like you but not weak. No one can ruin her , not even you."

He know that. He know she is strong. He know that his Y/n is stronger than anyone else.

It's silent between them for a minute.

"I need to go." She said and started walking away but stopped after taking a step.

"She doing fine without you. So please don't bother her anymore. " With that she walked away leaving him alone.

*☆•°..*☆•°..*

It's been two weeks since he talked to Eva. She said Y/n is fine. He is happy to hear that, that's all he want. But he is not sure about trying to not to reach her. He actually tried to many times in all these months but never dared to directly meet her. He also went to her house many times but came back without knocking on the door. He was afraid.

Right now he is sitting in Y/n's favorite cafe. It's one of Y/n's most favorite places. They came here together once. It's a beautiful place, it's really cozy. It's have a welcoming atmosphere and ambience. The rich aroma of coffee hitting his nose and the small chattering of people making him feel better.

He sat at the very end of the cafe. With his coffee infront of him. He came here hoping that he would see her. It's not the first time, he came here many times before to see her but never did. He thought maybe she stopped coming here or he didn't catch her at right time.

He was in his thoughts when he heard the chime of the bell on the front door. He looked up as an instinct, then he saw her.

He saw Y/n coming inside of the cafe. She is beautiful as always. But definitely different, something is missing, at the same time it feels like she has something new in her.

She is wearing a high waist jeans and a red halter top. Her hair got a bit longer than the last time he saw her and she is smiling.

Oh god he missed her smile.

Seeing her here feels a bit surreal to him. He missed her like hell. He missed her smile, her voice, her touch, everything. He just want to run to her and hug her right now but he know that he can't.

He was so caught up on admiring her that he missed to see that there is a guy walking behind her. She was smiling at him, laughing at something he said.

His chest tightened, he breath hitched.

She was with someone, someone that is making her smile and laugh. Someone who is making her happy.

She looked happy.

That guy was handsome brunette and maybe a couple of inches taller than Harry. He have a sharp jawline and a charming smile. Just in a word he looked soo good. And Harry hated that.

They both sat at the far and of the cafe from Harry but he can see them clearly, he can see her smile the way she is looking at him and the way she is soo concentrated on whatever the hell he is saying.

That's the moment he understood that he lost her. He had her for soo long but he kept pushing her and now he lost her.

It felt like his world is completely crumbling right under his feet and there is nothing he can do.

She is happy, he can tell that much. And that's what he want. He made her sad and hurt her a lot and now he wish nothing but happiness to her even if it's leaving her and stepping aside and letting her go.

This is it.

With a sad smile on his face and tears rolling down his cheeks he got up from his seat and went out of the cafe without a single glance back at her.

Meanwhile Y/n didn't know that Harry was in the cafe watching her and left heartbroken. She was busy listening the story the guy in front of her was telling. Noah is telling her about his parents last year's wedding anniversary.

Noah, he is her colleague. He is a very nice guy, handsome and charming. He is a literall dream guy for every girl. The coffee machine in their work place is not working so they just took a break to get some coffee.

He was looking at her with that charming smile and sparkle in his eyes, and she can't help but think about what if she have someone like him in her life, who will understand her and not hurt her. But she couldn't entertain that though for a long time because the minute she think about someone Harry pops up in her brain. His emerald eyes, his beautiful smile. She is over him,yes, but it's not that easy to completely kill the love on him. It'll take time.

"The Coffee here is amazing, thank you for bringing me here, Y/n." Noah said with a sweet smile on his face.

"Your welcome, this is my favorite place. I always come here, it's just soo peaceful here." She smiled at him. She always came here, almost everyday.

He kept looking at her for a while with a smile on his face, she wonderd will he ever stop smiling. His smile is soo beautiful and pleasant it's like a beam of sunshine.

"I'm glad we could get coffee together, but I was wondering would you like to go on a date with me ? Like a real one ?" He asked her with hope in his eyes.

Y/n could feel her heart thumping, she didn't know what to say him. She wanted to go but also she is not quite ready.

"Noah, I- um... I can't. I'm sorry." She said softly.

His smile dropped, she cursed herself for that.

"I'm sorry, I like you. It's not that I don't, I do. But I can't now. "

"Oh. I thought you are single." He said after a beat.

"I am." She said in a kinda sad voice. What is she supposed to say to him? Of course she is single.

Tears are forming in her eyes threatening to fall free, but she can't cry, she won't. She got over crying for him.

It's was silent between them for a bit before Noah spoke again with a soft and gentle tone.

"Did you love him ? "

Y/n looked at his eyes, he have this expression in them that she can't quite describe. His graze was gently and comfortable. He looked at her like he know what she is feeling, he looked at her like he can understand the hurt.

She just nodded head.

He smile again." I don't know what happened or I don't know who the guy was but all I know is that he really hurt you. I can see it in your eyes."

She took a breath and tried to hold her tears, she don't even know why she is crying now. She didn't cry about him in a while, she thought there are no tears left.

"Some thing that my over priced therapy after getting my heart break taught me was 'if you spend too long holding on to the one who treats you like an option, you will miss finding the one who treats you like a priority. '"

"You are an amazing person, Y/n. Just know that you are worth everything. You should be loved for who you are. Trust me when I say I that I know what you are feeling now. "

After a while they went back to work and Noah never bought up about the date again.

She couldn't help think about Harry for the rest of the day. She restrained herself from thinking about him for soo long, she almost became numb.

She hate him because she still loves him. It's soo hard not to.

He was the one who thaught her how loves feels like, even without himself realising it. He showed how beautiful it is to be loved only but he didn't.

Yes , he ignored her, pushed her but when he is with her he was there, really there for her.

He made her feel like at the top of the world. Not only while having sex, but also when they were alone. He made her feel like the most beautiful girl in the universe while he is with her only to make her feel insecure while he is with others.

That's why she hate him, he made her feel every possible feeling that a human can expirence.

And that's the reason she can't completely let him go. Maybe she is still waiting for the impossible to happen. To feel his love again, real love this time.

*☆•°..*☆•°..*

It's been two days since Harry saw Y/n in the coffee shop, and he was miserable again.

It's killing him that he lost her. To see her with someone else.

And he exactly understood how Y/n felt when she saw him with others. How hurt and hopeless she felt . At that time he didn't get it , but now he is feeling the same.

He want nothing more than going back into the time and fix everything and tell her how much he love her. But he can't.

He was in his room when he heard the door opening and closing. And after a minute his bedroom door opened and reveled his mother.

Anne came into the room and looked at his son sitting on his bed like a lifeless body. It broke her heart to see her son in that situation tears blured her vision.

"Harry." She called him.

He looked at her and he couldn't hold it back anymore. He just got up from the bed and rushed towards his mother and hugged her.

She hugged him back and ran her hand through his back in a soothing way. No matter how big and famous his become, he will always be her little boy.

"Aww, love. I'm here, I'm here. You are fine." She rubbed circle on his back.

They both were like that for a while. After he calmed down Anne made him sit on the bed and brought him some water.

She sat beside him with a hand on his.

"What happened, honey ? I knew something was wrong, I could sense it for a while. But I never thought it's this bad. Please tell me what it is ?"

He looked at his mother with his blood shot eyes. His eyes, head everything hurts.

"I fucked up, Mum."

He told Anne everything, from the beginning. How he met her, how he hurt her, and how much he love her. Everything, he didn't miss a single detail.

Anne was silent for few minutes, deciding what to tell her son. She know that he is the one who did wrong here, he messed up and hurt an innocent person.

"People don't know what they have until it's gone, but what about me , mum. I knew what I had, but I did nothing about it. I took her love for granted. What am I supposed to do now ?" He asked his mother hoping atleast she can give him a suggestion.

"Have you atleast tried to talk to her ?"

"No." He shook his head. "I'm afraid, afraid that if I go meet her she will not accept my apology and that will be the last time that I will see her."

"I think it's time that you go and talk to her." She said looking at him in the eyes.

"What?" Harry is confused.

"I think you should go and talk to her. Let her know that you feel guilty and Let her know how you really feel."

She squeezed his hand.

"You messed up, Harry. I love you, you are my son but what you did is absolutely wrong. I didn't raise you like this. If you really love her go to her tell her that you are sorry. Let her curse you, be angry at you but you deserve it, you know you deserve it."

"But what if she don't want to listen to me ?" He asked with a hint of fear in his voice.

"Beg her until she does." She said simply.

"And if she don't forgive me ?" He asked again.

"Mmm. There is a possibility for that. But atleast you will not regret later that you didn't even tried . But I hope that's not the case."

Harry looked down at his feet. His mom is right, he atleast should apologise, he has been a coward and didn't dare to meet her, but now he will.

"And Harry, I don't want to higher your expectations but if she really love you she might even give you a second chance. If she does, make sure that she won't regret trusting you again, be a better man to her."

Anne gave him a motherly smile and pushed back his curls falling on his forehead.

"Go, be a man she deserves."

*☆•°..*☆•°..*

After talking to his mother Harry immediately got into his car and drove to Y/n's place. His nerves were all over the place thinking about all the possible things that can happen.

After a long drive which felt like forever for him he is finally at her place.

He practically sprinted on the steps because he couldn't wait for the elevator and finally he reached her front door.

He took a long breath and knocked on the door and waited but there is no response. He knocked again but there is no movement.

He caught the door Knob and twisted it, the door opened. His silly girl always forgets to lock the doors.

He went inside the house and checked for her.

"Y/n ?" He called but there is no response, he went and checked her bedroom but there is no hint of her.

He returned to the living room, thinking where she might have gone.

He looked around the place again. He found her phone on the coffee table.

She left her phone back, she never leave her phone while she is going out so she might be near. And then it clicked him, he know where she is now.

He closed the door and made his way to the terrace. If she is not in home at this time she definitely will be on terrace. He know how much she like to spend time there.

He got there and looked around to find her. And then he saw her, he could see side of her face. Standing at the corner looking at the moon. Air blowing her hair in an angelic way, moon light and lights from distance made her face glow.

God she is soo beautiful.

He took few steps towards her.

"Y/n." He called her softly.

Her shoulders tensed, but she didn't turn towards him immediately. He can see her taking deep breath from the side angle.

"Love ?" He called again. Now she turned fully towards him.

He took a sharp breath and took in her appearance, she is as beautiful as ever.

"Hi, love." He said hesitantly.

"Hi." She replied without much of and emotion in her voice.

He again took a deep breath and walked two more steps towards her. Luckily she didn't step back.

"I'm getting straight into the point, I already wasted soo much of time and i dont want to any more." He said looking at, and she didn't show any sign of disagreement.

"I'm sorry , love. I really am. I'm an arsehole, a dick, a douche bag. I fucked up, big time. I hurt you. I was soo bad to you. I know , I'm sorry. I regret each and every time I hurt you and I would do anything to make it right. I have been a pussy to come and talk to you all this time. I was afraid so it took me this long." He was rambling at this point. A single tear escaped from his eye.

He took one more step forward ao there is only a little bit of distance between them and fell on his knees in front of her. He bent his head down and wiped his tears and again looked at her. She was also crying, tears are escaping her her eyes too.

"I'm sorry. Im sorry. I'm sorry." He chanted and he let out a soft sob.

"I don't deserve your forgiveness and I don't deserve your love. But god knows what I will do to get both of them again." He breathed out.

"It hurts to loose you. I don't want to loose you." He mumbled mostly to himself.

"You had me, Harry. And I was not enough for you." She talked for the first time.

It felt soo good to hear her voice again after soo long. And he loved the way his name sounded with her voice. He missed it.

"I know , baby. I know. I'm an idiot. And please, you were always enough for me, more than enough but I just couldn't gey my head out of my ass." He said.

"I don't if you are ever going to forgive me or of you are ever going to look at me the same like before. But I want to tell you, I don't want be a coward."

Cool air made them both shiver a bit.

"I love you, Y/n."

" You are my everything, I love you with every fiber in my body. You were always enough for me. I love you for yourself, you are no comparison with all those fake models I get along with. They can never be you. And you are always the most beautiful and amazing and loving person. You deserve the world. Sorry that I couldn't give it to you back then. But I will give you anything to you now if you let me." He completed.

She sucked in a breath, he said the three words that she thought that she will never hear from him.

"I shouldn't be telling you this now, you may have moved on, forgot about me and maybe.... and maybe you are with someone else too." Those words came out like poison from his mouth.

"Do you still love me, Y/n ?" He dared to ask , he actually don't want to know the answer but a part of him still hopes that she love him.

She wiped her tears and cleared her throat.

"Get up, Harry." She said with a straight face.

He got up and stood on his feet again. Because of his height he was towering a little bit over her.

"Do you really think I love someone else ?" She questioned him.

"I saw you with a guy two days back in your favorite cafe. You looked happy." He told her and looked down at their feet.

"You were there ?" She furrowed her brows.

He nodded

" He was just my friend." She said and he was relieved a bit with that information.

"You really hurt me, Harry. I hate you for that, but I also love you because... because you were the world to me. But you didn't even gave a fuck about me."

He shook his head. Please, "I'm sorry. Don't say that. It hurts." He pleaded.

"I don't know what to do. I'm afraid Harry. I'm tired. Afraid of getting hurt again and tired of feeling hurt. I don't know."

"Baby." He took her soft hand into his.

"I'm sorry. I love you. I should have said this earlier but I didn't. As I said I will do anything to get you back."

They both were silent thinking about everything.

"Can I tell you something?" He asked her.

She nodded her head.

"I can't rewind our life and go back and fix things but I want to start over everything. Let's start everything again, from the beginning. And this time I'll be a better man for you."

She looked at him on awe.

"Can we start over ? We'll become strangers again, we'll introduce each other again, we'll make fresh memories. Only if you want to. I'll leave of you want me to. But remember one thing even if I leave now I will always love you, forever and I'll be waiting for you."

She is speechless, she don't know what to say. She was supposed to be angry at him but the moment she saw him all the anger just flew away. And the minute he fell on his knees and said her that he love her , she completely lost it. Of course she still love him, of course she still want to give him a second chance, but she is afraid.

"I promise that I'll never break your heart again."

He threaded their fingers together and looked at their hands.

"Tell me, love. Will you let me be a better man for you?" He asked all the sincerity hoping she will say yes.

He is worth of a second chance. She thought.

"Yes." She breathed out and smiled.

His smiled reached his eyes for the first time in a long while.

He hugged her. Really tight to the point where she thought she might loose her breath.

"I love you. I love you. I love you." He said and kissed her forehead.

She smiled." But let's take it slow, I still need some time."

"Yes take all the time you want, we'll go as slow you prefer. Im fine with it as long as I know that I have you. Just know that I love you, and will never hurt you again. And one more thing, please get used to me saying I love you a lot. Because I'm not stopping anymore."

He took a step back. "Let's start again."

He stretched his hand out for her. Let me introduce myself. "Hi, my name is Harry."

She laughed at him, thinking about the first time they met.

"Hi, Harry. My name is Y/n."

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A/n : well, well, well. Here it is as I promised. Please don't shit at me for the late. I'm not making excuses, but u know why. I'm genuinely sorry.

And , while writing this I reread the 1st part. And I found a shit ton of mistakes and typos, I myself cringed at my work. I'm sorry u guys had to read that shit. But I have my reason. 1. I wrote that whole thing on my phone and I have big thumbs. 2. I blame my autocorrect. I'm sorry, and I hope there are no lot of mistakes here..

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The One That Got Away - Part 1

A.N- This is one of my first series that I wrote after a long hiatus and I am just getting back to it. I hope who ever comes along for this journey, they enjoy it. I would love to hear everyone's thoughts, ideas, opinions. Enjoy!

Summary: In which Harry and Alena were college sweethearts, however, all of that has changed and the only thing keeping in contact is the fact that they have a child together. Is it possible for them to even get to a normal standing friendship or is that long gone?

Word Count: 2.9 K

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Alena

Pain.

Pain is something that is different to everyone but to me, it's caused by the distress and lack of control I feel as though I have in my life. I’m pained that I am not able to give my daughter the best life that she absolutely deserves. It pains me that she doesn’t have a two parent household, because growing up neither did I and I vowed everything inside of me that when the day came I had a child that I would pick the utmost perfect partner that would stick around and be madly love with me in which we would make a life for ourselves and have that happy ever after - but unfortunately those cards were not on the table for me.

I live a pretty generic life I would say. I work a 9-5 as a social media manager and editor for a top design magazine, I have a tight knit friend group, as well as a dog and a house and a daughter. I’m not the crazy going out type of girl, or the hook-up kind of girl. I keep to myself, take care of my daughter and live life to the best of my ability.

It’s an early Monday morning which means I need to get myself ready for work as well as my daughter ready for school. I am lucky enough to be able to work most of my days from home and the office is used as an as-needed basis especially since I am a single parent. I’ve never been one to take “ the easy way out” but I sure as hell will take advantage of situations that do benefit me.

My chestnut brown hair falling down my back as soon as I get out of bed, one quick look in the mirror and I can say thank the Lord himself that I work from home today. Over the years my hair has become unruly and quite the challenge to maintain. My skin slightly goose bumped due to the slight breeze in my bedroom, thanks to my ceiling fan. My feet are cold against the hardwood floors in my home, and I almost curse myself for not having enough carpet or rug in my room - when first purchasing my home I swore that carpet would not be part of the home's aesthetic but I would be young and dumb and would refuse to go back.

“ Good morning Sunshine” is my go-to for waking my daughter up in the morning, unfortunately my daughter is not a morning person - a trait that she picked up from her father. Her emerald green eyes stayed hidden from me as she did her absolute best to try and stay asleep as she knew that it was time to get up and ready for school.

“ It’s time to get up, Bubs, how are you going to become an Astronaut princess if you don’t go to school?” my arms embrace my daughter as I gently pick her up and walk her into the bathroom.

“ Mommy, my tummy hurts.” my froggy 5 year old croaked. Now that I think of it… she does feel a bit warm. I was lucky enough that she was typically an energetic child who looked forward to going to school and meeting her friends, another trait she got from her father, however, today seems to be different. I placed her down on the edge of the sink and placed my hand onto her forehead as she seemed to be burning up. I do my best to be a fair and strict parent, so I can instill a routine and boundaries but it wouldn’t be fair to send her to school like this.

“ It’s okay, Bubs. Why don’t you stay home today and rest up. Why don’t we give you a bath and you can lay down next to mommy while she works, yeah?” I make my way over to the tub and start running a bubble bath for her to enjoy. “ Stay still, mommy will text daddy so he knows not to pick you up from school later.”

Texting my daughter's father isn’t my least favorite thing to do, but I wouldn’t say it’s my favorite by any means either. There is so much built up pain and history even when I see his name pop-up on my phone or even see a picture posted of him. Harry Styles. My childhood best friend, my first crush, my first love and my first heartbreak. How is it possible for one person to be so many of my firsts? Some would say that Harry & I ended on a mutual note but it doesn’t mean that it hurt any less. We did our best to try the long distance thing while we tried finding ourselves in college but one thing led to another and it didn’t last. After agreeing to end things, we met-up one night and one thing led to another and a few weeks later I found out that I’m pregnant. Harry is an amazing father and I couldn’t ask for anyone better for my daughter, but he was not a good partner. He often slept around, could not commit to anyone and played every girl like the fiddle. We tried once more after Aria was born but that is when he was unfaithful and would stay out late and it's almost as if his whole personality changed.I guess people do change while in college and even after.

“ Hey H, Bub’s isn’t feeling well. I’m going to keep her home with me today so no need to pick her up from school… thanks :)” I place my phone back down onto the counter and get Aria undressed for her bath. While allowing Aria to play around a bit in the bubbles I notice my phone has none stop been going off. 2 missed calls from Harry & 4 text messages. He’s so over dramatic. My phone rings again, before I could even say hello he gets his word in:

“ What the hell, why haven’t you answered your phone?” I could sense his annoyance over the phone.

“ Because I am bathing our daughter and I believe her cleanliness is more important than worrying about my phone” I could see his eyes rolling already.

“ What’s wrong with her? What happened?” His concern for Aria is something I could admire and could almost push past all the horrible things he has done to me in the past.

“ Harry, she’s sick. She’s around other sick kids almost everyday… it was practically bound to happen. She’ll be fine in no time… she just needs to rest for the day and drink fluids and cuddle. I promise you I won’t let anything happen to your precious angel.” The last sentiment of my statement to Harry was meant more as sarcasm but in all honesty, she really is an angel and couldn't ask for a more perfect child.

“ Erm, yeah.. Okay. Can I stop over after work later on? I can pick up some dinner for us three and maybe watch a movie with her…” I can sense the hesitation in his voice. Harry and I had an agreement that we would be civil parents for Aria, but I would prefer to not have “family hangouts” as much as I could avoid it. As much as I wanted a two-parent household for my daughter, I refused to confuse her anymore and give her a false hope that Harry and I would ever get back together. However, there are some exceptions to this rule and tonight is one of them. One thing I hold my ground on is never holding Harry back with Aria or anytime he wants to spend with her.

“ That would be nice, Har… thank you. Just let me know what time you think you’ll be over later on tonight, and remember.…her bed times 9:00 PM” a gentle smile plastered on my face when I look back over at my daughter while she plays with the bubbles in her bath.

“ Of course, give her a kiss for me to hold her off until I get there” before I could even say goodbye the line drops.

The day was filled with many email correspondences, phone calls as well as planning for the upcoming next few months. Being the lead editor for one of the top design magazines in the country was no easy job by any means, but my passion and dedication for the job was what makes it all worth it. I’ve been very fortunate as well to have a very understanding team behind me which were my top supporters, and they absolutely adore Aria.

Besides all of the work I needed to attend to, cuddles and a napping child were on my top priority list as well. I mostly worked from my couch today, which I excuse to my child being needy because she wasn’t feeling well but I would be lying to say that I just didn’t want to leave her side as well. For a while, it was mostly just the two of us together navigating through the world with no idea or plan in mind.

Before I knew it, it was close to 5:00 PM and Harry said he will be here in less than an hour. While Aria was sleeping and I was on my “lunch” break earlier I was able to sneak in some dishes, laundry and a quick shower. My unruly hair from this morning was washed and maintained and I was able to apply the lightest layer of make-up. My outfit of choice for this gathering we were about to have was a pair of basic black leggings, paired with an oversized sweatshirt.

“Mommy, do you know when Daddy will be here?'' She adores her father, a total daddy’s girl. I wish it didn’t make me jealous but knowing that he is her favorite person pulls at my heartstrings a bit.

“ I think he’ll be here shortly, Bubs. Why don’t we get you changed in your comfy pjs so when daddy gets here, you guys can watch a movie?”

I gave Aria a quick bath to help her fever settle down. Her fever has been on and off for most of the day; but it seems as though it was getting back to normal for the last hour. She picked out her favorite waffle knit pajamas to wear with the pink and red hearts. She swore up and down that they were her movie watching pajamas & that they were the most comfy for “lounging around”. By the time Aria and I made it back into the living room, Harry had arrived.

I walked to the front door with Aria in my arms & by the time I opened the door she couldn’t jump into Harry’s arms quick enough. There he stood with his work attire on: a pair of dress pants and a button down shirt paired with his matching tie. The young frat boy has turned into a businessman, Harry followed in his fathers foot footsteps and is now a partner in his fathers law firm. His hair looks like it’s been freshly cut, but a few curls still peak out on the top.

“ Hi Bubby, I’m so happy to see you.” A smile is plastered across Harry’s face, he’s always been a proud father. He always says that Aria lights up his world, and that she in fact saved him and has made him a better man. The same smile he gives Aria, is a similar smile that he used to shine at me, those pearly whites were once my weakness.

Harry so kindly brought over Chinese for the 3 of us, the three of us scattered on my dining room table. Harry and Aria spike up most of the conversation, Aria tells Harry all the letters and colors that she’s learned at school so far and what she thinks her classmates worked on today without her. It amazes me watching the two of them interact together, it’s almost as if I’m seeing double: Aria is so much like Harry in so many different ways: between their smiles, the way their nose scrunches up while them are really focused in on what the other is saying, to they way they chew at the the same time or how they both furrow their brows the same exact way.

After dinner, I excused myself to flip some laundry as well as clean the kitchen up from the day's mess. Harry and Aria are now sprawled out in the living room watching Lilo and Stitch, Aria is laid out in between Harry’s legs, with her back to him while his hands are laid in her lap. Every so often I catch Aria holding her fathers hand and even planting kisses on them. Aria’s love and admiration for her father makes Harry a little bit more bearable, he is someone I will always love but I fell out of love many years ago after everything he had put me through: the lies, the cheating, the girl, the uncertainty… It was all just too much.

It’s a little after 8:30 PM now, Aria fell asleep watching the movie with Harry and he insisted he would take her to bed and do her nightly routine with her which consists of cuddles and reading a book, if we ever skip this step she never has a good night's rest. I hear soft snores coming from her bedroom which indicates that Harry can handle her nightly bedtime routine and he will be leaving shortly, which allows me some alone time before the end of the day.

“ She’s fast asleep now…” a soft smile has taken form on Harry’s tired face.

“ Looks like she isn’t the only one that needs to be put to bed” I begin walking him to my front door, to kindly let him know that I would like for him to leave, however, he asks if we can have a talk.

Harry and I walk back over to my living room as I take a seat on my sectional and he sits across from me. The expression on his face indicates that he’s nervous and is testing the waters out before he opens his mouth.

“ I’ve been seeing someone…” is what he blurts out with. “I’ve been seeing her for a while now and I would like to know if it’s okay if I introduce her to Aria.” His words take me by surprise, one of our initial rules was that we would not introduce Aria to anyone unless we thought it was serious and up until now it had not come up. For whatever reason, his confession stings a little bit. I was under the impression that Harry wasn’t really into keeping anything serious or that’s at least what his mother gossips to me about. Anne and I always had a very close relationship, even after everything that had happened between Harry and I.

“Uhmmm, yeah…” my heart starts pounding a little quicker than usual and I’m hoping Harry can’t hear it.

“ Her name is Elizabeth, she works in the same building as I do at the accounting office across the hall from my law firm… she’s the receptionist there. She’s really great, and makes me really happy. I’d like for them to meet this weekend… I’m going to my parents for dinner and they’ll be meeting Elizabeth for the first time too.”

“ Har, I’m happy to hear you’re happy. If you feel as though this is someone you would like to introduce Aria to, then go ahead… under one condition.” I can see Harry’s once anxious demeanor break and a look of curiosity takes over him.

“Under no circumstances and I mean none, are you to have any sleep overs with this girl while Aria is there. If I find out from our daughter that you had a woman sleeping over while she is there… I promise you Harry, I will raise hell.” A slight nod is always I get out of him before he speaks again. “ Understood… thank you.” Call me traditional, however, I don’t think it’s appropriate to have girls in and out of the house while our daughter is there.. Even if they are dating but knowing Harry, he can sometimes spin the truth.

“I’m gonna go… I have a long day tomorrow.” I nod and get up to walk Harry out of my house. As we approach the door, I gently open it for Harry to walk through.

“ Have a goodnight, Har. Thank you again for dinner.”

As Harry walks out my door and into his car, all I see is the young guy that I grew-up with and wonder how things went so wrong for us. My heart aches for what ifs? What if we did end up being the end game, would Aria be happier? Would I be happier? Would we have regular family dinners and have family vacations and family traditions?

I wiped those ideas out of my heart as quickly as they came, because I did not get to where I am in life harping on the past. I, Alena, do not sit around and feel sorry for myself or what my life currently is versus what I once dreamed of it being.

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hazel’s birthday;

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A/n: NEW INSTA BLURB!!! Ask to be on the tag list and I'll put you 🫵🏻 on the list whenever I post little stories. ALSO, SEND IN SOME REQUESTS!!! Later in the blurb there is a link for the album delicate (a spotify link).

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thisbipuff-isaswiftie · 2 years

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Lost | Harry Styles

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[part 5] [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4]

You were Harry’s neighbor. And someone that crawled her way through Harry’s life. But you thought the world of him, what happens when you realize he doesn’t? He loses you. And he’s lost.

Warnings : Swearing, Kissing, Heartbreaking. Short.

Containing : Mostly Angst, some fluff. Friends to Enemies to Idiots to lovers.

Pairing : You and Harry styles

You pushed open the glass doors and stomped out in the night. You wanted to scream out in the traffic, instead, you just groaned loudly. You didn't want this, you didn't want to be near him. It was just too painful to just be in his presence. Why was your mom doing this to you? Didn't she remember how you broke down near her feet as you told her everything? You hated him with every fiber of your being. You hated his beautiful green eyes. You hated his deep voice. You hated his curls, and you hated his citrus shampoo.

You wanted him to leave you alone.

But that didn't happen.

You quickly tried to get rid of your unshed tears as you heard heavy footsteps. Sighing, and taking a few steps forward, you stared into the traffic and listened to the horns. "Y/n-"

"I'm not going with you."

"I was thinking about the same thing. But you won't get a taxi in this traffic. You might wanna-"

You turned around sharply and looked at him. "I don't care! I'll find my way but I don't need you to take me, got it?" You said loudly enough to strike Harry of your anger but not enough to attract any attention. "Y/n please, I don't want you getting hurt." He said softly. You scoffed, the nerve of this guy. "You don't want me to get hurt? That's something I've never heard of!" You said coldly. Harry winced, your voice that he remembered to be so sweet was suddenly so unfeeling. His heart hurt more when he realized this was his doing.

He looked at you, "Please, Y/n." He whispered and took a step towards you. "Let me just take you home, and I won't bother you."

"Please! Why would I want to be a bother to you! Remember how seeing me pains you?" You cried. Harry clenched his jaw, remembering his own words. You were sniffling and shaking, you just wanted to rest. Harry took a careful step again, seeing that you were going to cry, he quickly took you in his embrace. You wanted to get out, you wanted to get out but you were too weak at the time. "No! No, no." You hit his chest, but he ran a hand through your hair and breathed in.

"Shhh, Shh. Calm down, baby." He cooed. You hated this, but you just wanted to let go and collapse onto his chest and sleep. "Let's go, yeah? Let's go." He said and half-carried you to his bike. You whimpered as you sat on his bike. He kissed your forehead, sitting on the bike, he gently took both of your hands and wrapped them around his waist so you would be leaning on his back. You sighed as you rested your body on his back, you took in a long breath of his scent with the fresh air, and closed your eyes. "It's going to be okay. Ok?" He said and started the engine.

You just remembered how the wind combed through your hair, and Harry's cologne.

.....

You felt warm. You felt relaxed. You felt covered and comfortable. You exhaled through your nose, moved, and laid there. You breathed in and exhaled calmly, your lungs being filled with the scent of jasmine and gasoline. Dewdrops, and a hint of gasoline. It reminded you of home. You sighed and looked up to the ceiling. Wait a minute. You suddenly got up and looked around. You were home. You got off the bed and looked around. Not a thing had changed.

You chuckled and bit the tip of your thumb as you saw the small drawings you made on the walls. The polaroids you stuck above your desk. You briefly ran your hand on them and then turned around, only to be met with the window. The window that had your daisies, the window from which you would talk to him, the window that held so many bittersweet memories.

You stepped towards it, touching the pink curtains that you loved. It reminded you of how you were not embarrassed to be yourself. You bit your lip, you hoped that the daisies you planted were not dead, but they were likely. You sighed and grabbed them and opened them. You were hit with a ray of sunshine. You covered your eyes with your hand and then smiled, your heart filling with joy. Home. You chuckled quietly and looked down only to be shocked when you saw your daisies quite lively.

"Oh my god!" You said, your voice low. You gently touched them and smiled. They were blooming, just like you were. It felt so good to be home. You looked up and your breath hitched when you saw his window. His curtain was open and he was pacing around, brushing his teeth. Shirtless. You took in a deep breath, as you stared at him. You tried to look around, but damn, when did he get so ripped.

You coughed rapidly trying to shrug off your thoughts. What the fuck was that?

You looked away, flushed when Harry noticed your cough. His eyes widened and he quickly put a shirt on, gargled and came to the window. "Hey-"

"I'm going to the hospital, thanks for last night, but that's it." You said sharply. Your heart clenched when you saw his pained expression. "Yeah," He whispered. "Bye." You turned around and breathed heavily, this is not a time to cry. You needed to shower. You quickly showered, put on a white top and a flannel, and headed straight towards the hospital. You sighed and got out of your house, a sneeze sneaking up your nose. You knew you shouldn't have washed your hair, you cursed. You looked around waiting for a taxi.

You rolled your eyes. You forgot that taxi's didn't roam at your part of town, you'd either go by your bicycle or...Harry would take you. But that was long ago. You looked around, shit, how were you gonna go to the hospital.

"You need a ride?"

You swore loudly again, your heart jumping. You looked in front of you, to see none other than Roger Brown. "You live here?" You ask him. "Well, good morning to you too miss," He snarled sarcastically. You rolled your eyes and raised your eyebrows. "Yes, I live here. Now, do you want a ride?"

You shook your head. "Why didn't you tell me? You could've taken me home.."

"Now, now. Doesn't that seem forward?" He said, and winked. You gave a not-so amused look and suddenly came forward, opening the door harshly and then sitting in it. You resisted the urge to smirk when you saw his priceless, alarmed, caught off guard expression.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" He shook his head and put on a charming smile. "You are something." He said and fired the engine but as you heard it, you bit your lip. You looked outside the window, your head leaning on your hands and you kept them on the window sill and your hair literally flying when he drove off...and not noticing the pained expression on Harry's face as he watched you both drive off.

.....

Harry sighed as he plopped down on his bed. His mind was hurting from overthinking. He massaged his temple, and closed his eyes. But every time he closed his eyes, you would haunt him. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw you. You biting your lip, you smiling and giggling, you in his purple football shirt that's too big for you, you being shy, you when you were 15, you when you were 9 and begging him to come with him at the carnival. And you as you looked today, so, so beautiful. Just you.

He didn't know what was happening to him.

When he saw you last night, his heart leaped out of his chest. The first time his eyes met yours, he felt like he couldn't breathe. Your eyes were so mesmerizing, their shade was amazing. It was like a beautiful painting that had come to live. And even if you were so exhausted and traveled so far, you still looked so fucking pretty.

Harry gulped and opened his eyes. What was he thinking? He breathed in, and got up. He clenched his jaw when he thought of that doctor who offered you a ride. He rolled his neck, it was nothing. They're just friends.

And what gives you the right to be angry at her? His mind scowled at him. He knew that. He had no right to be upset at that, you can be with anyone you like. He ran a hand through his hair. Anyone. That didn't exactly sit well with him. He shook his and weakly got up. He cuddled into his shirt, that had your scent all over it. It made him feel comfortable.

Harry snapped back, and walked down the stairs. "Hey dipshit! Did you know y/n's back?!"

"Gem-"

Harry cleared his throat and awkwardly stared at the ground as Gemma asked him. "Why are you acting strange-" He avoided her gaze. He really didn't want her to know he had already met you, in the kind of conditions no one would anticipate. He embarrassingly pouted when Gemma gasped, realization hitting her. "You already knew?! Is she here yet?! Dude!" She yelled but seeing as Harry looked more guilty, she tilted her head. "You've already met her, haven't you?"

.....

Harry rolled his eyes as his sister practically ran at the hospital when he told you what exactly had happened, except a few details here and there. He walked slowly behind her but she scoffed at him and took grasp of his hand, practically dragging him. He yelped when he was about to hit a wall. "Gemma-Could you-ahh! Oh my god, I'm sorry, miss-ah!" He stuttered and apologized to people in between. But then he just gave up and let Gemma drag him.

Harry looked up ahead to see your mother. "Mrs. L/n!!! Help me!" She looked up, alarmed but turned into a grin when she saw Gemma. "Hello dear!" Gemma's face lit up when she saw your mother, and she pulled her hand and hugged your mother. "Hi! How are you? How's uncle?"

"Oh, I'm fine." She dismissed jokingly. "And your uncle is perfect, as he said. He's asleep for now, but he said he wanted ice cream when he woke up. I protested but the doc said it's okay to eat ice cream and stuff now and then, but in a small amount. So, here I am buying cookie ice cream." Gemma giggled. "That's good! Oh and who's the doctor?"

"A guy named Roger Brown, tall, dark, and not that handsome," Harry grumbled. Gemma was taken aback by his response and gave him a weird look, while your mother just slightly smirked. "What?"

"Gemma? Gemma!!" Harry's head snapped into the direction of your voice. He looked at you grin at his sister and run towards her, as she did the same. Harry would've rolled his eyes at you if this were to happen before, but right now Harry was too preoccupied being mesmerized by your shining eyes. He didn't realize he was staring at you, when suddenly he was nudged by your mother.

He cleared his throat, interrupting your hugs and squeals. You furrowed your eyebrows at him as you pulled back from Gemma. "Oh my god, how are you!? And how's LA? Ooh and did you meet any boys???" Gemma rambled while Harry gave her a not-so amused look, greatly annoyed by the last question. You giggled at her, and side-hugged her. "Well, there was someone..." you muttered.

What the fuck?

Who was this someone?

Gemma squealed, "Really?" You shook your head. "Well, not exactly 'was', I just met him yesterday." Harry's ears started ringing. He knew exactly who you were talking to. And he didn't like it. He glared behind you, Dr. Roger Brown was walking his way towards you. Harry watched as you went towards him, a smile etched across your beautiful face, as you introduced him to Gemma. He glared at the way Dr. Roger Brown deeply chuckled, and slightly caressed your waist. He looked at the way you blushed at him, making his heart tighten again.

He hated it, he hated it because that was the way you blushed at him.

.....

"Are you ready?" Your mom asked you. You blushed and looked at yourself in the mirror and twirled, and then turned back to your mom and nodded. Your mom smiled at you, "You're looking beautiful, my love." You smiled at her. "Thanks, mom." She led you by your waist. You walked down the stairs, holding your dress and saw your father standing in the kitchen making a sandwich. "Hello there." He said and you swayed from side to side shyly. "Oh honey, you look beautiful." He said and hugged you. "Come on, your ride is here." You blushed as you realized who your ride was.

You had developed a crush on him, and although you were trying to move on cause somehow you knew that he would never feel the same, your heart beating was fast. You carefully stepped out the door, and walked towards the car, your eyes focusing on the ground.

"Holy fuck." Were Harry's words when he saw you.

You looked up, your eyes shining. Your beautiful dress hung down, and the beautiful lilac shade that you wore made you look brighter, somehow. The innocent off-shoulder neckline adorned with flowers made you look so lovely. And the way your hair was put up just made you prettier. Harry breathed, not knowing why his heart was freaking the hell out.

You looked like a fucking princess.

You looked like such a pretty princess.

Harry gulped in, and then looked at Gemma who nudged him. He looked back at you and bit his lip. "You look v-very beautiful." He said. You blushed under his intense gaze. "Thank you," You said, your voice low. Gemma rolled her eyes at her brother and pushed him towards you. After giving Gemma a 'seriously?' look, he walked towards you and held out his hand out for you to take. You shyly took it and let him lead you towards the car. You sighed as you got in and looked back at your father and waved at him as Harry started the engine. "Bye, have fun, honey!!"

"Thanks dad!"

You smiled prettily and looked in front of you, as Harry drove off in the jeep. You sighed as your heart thudded hard against your chest in the quiet night. Harry looked at you, as the moon shined on you. He breathed in again deeply, not understanding why he was nervous. "Look-" He started to speak. But you just shook your head, knowing exactly what he was going to say. "I know you're going to just dance with me for one song for convenience and then go to your group. Could you just come back when I have to go home and not leave me there?" Harry's words stuck in his throat. He didn't know why but seeing so broken yet smiling made his throat constrict with pain. He nodded at your directness and stayed in silence as you looked outside the window again, lost in your own world.

After you reached the school for the prom. You were surprised but hid it well when Harry got out and opened the door for you. "You don't have to do that just to show, Harry. I don't care." You said, not noticing Harry's taken aback expression. Harry let out an exasperated sigh, gently took your hand, and led you to the hall. You looked at Harry and blushed. He looked so amazing. His long hair was as greasy as ever, making him look hotter, with the suit being a great factor. His green eyes were so beautiful.

You got in the hall and took a deep breath. A bit overwhelmed by the loud music and the lights and all of the students dancing and talking. You took a shaky breath, which Harry noticed, and glanced at you, somewhat concerned. You took in another deep breath when you saw the popular crowd staring at you and Harry judgmentally. You suddenly felt conscious, and you got your hand out of Harry's grip and rubbed the forearm of your other arm, and sighed. You weakly smiled at Harry and gestured at the punch.

"I'm going to get something."

Harry stared at you speeding off. What the hell happened to you? He went towards the crowd in the middle who was dancing and spotted one of his friends, who called him over. He smiled at him briefly and nodded and went over him, hoping that would get his mind over you, but unfortunately it didn't.

You were near the food table, sulking as your hand reached the cheetos. You looked over to the big crowd of people, dancing, singing, laughing. You hated that they never included you. You hated the feeling of loneliness. You hated to pretend that you have Harry and that he's never gonna leave you. But that wasn't true, was it? Nobody ever knew that sometimes you would choke up while trying to keep your tears in, why? Because everybody hated you for being you.

Even the guy that you loved.

Your head shot up. Loved? You internally groaned. Why did this have to happen to you? You stuffed your mouth with more chips and munched on them loudly. But then you froze when you heard someone groan. "Stop stuffing your mouth with chips and let's go, love." He said, his voice disinterested. "Why are you here?" You squeaked out as his hand slowly reached out to your cheek and wiped out of some crumbs.

"Well, I promised you a dance, idiot." You blushed as he said that, and he slightly smirked, kind of knowing what kind of effect he had on you. You looked down, as he led you and gasped as he pulled you close. Your eyes slowly went higher than his chest to his deep green orbs. Harry looked at you and saw you flushed, gaping at him too. He liked the way you blushed at him, knowing that he was the only person who could do that.

.....

Your eyes glanced at Harry, who was already gaping at you, his nose turning red. You scrunched your eyebrows in concern, why was his nose turning red? You looked back at Roger, who smiled back at you. "Nice to meet you, Gemma." He said and turned to you. "I have to get back to my patient, but would you like to join me for Jell-O break at 2 o'clock maybe?" He asked hopefully. You grinned at his requested and nodded. "Sure."

Harry looked away from the scene to the ward where your father laid. He sighed and walked towards it. He looked through the small window to see your father sleeping with a remote in his hand. Harry walked in quietly and stepped towards the bed, and slowly took the remote out of his hands, making sure not to wake him up and kept it on the bedside table. "You know he likes it on, don't turn it off."

"I know." There was a silence between the both of you as your eyes drifted from his figure and your father's, to the window in front of you. You looked at the clouds, the weird shapes and the unique white that coloured them, and the way they were scattered across the blue sky. "Harry." He took in a sharp deep breath and turned at you. "Yeah?"

"Do you really care about my father?" Harry smiled and scoffed. You scrunched up your nose, your heart beating as you found his smile ever so sweet. "Of course, I do." He says, his voice deep. He turned his head to look at your father once again and back at you. You nodded at his reply and felt your mind softening it's opinions about him. "Harry, last night-"

"Can you not call me that?" He asked. You looked at him, confused by his question. "Why?"

"I was so used to you calling me Haz or Curly hair, that I forgot how my name was pronounced out of your mouth." Your ears and cheeks tinted pink at that. You swallowed and bit your lip. "Maybe you have to earn that." Harry's eyebrows raised up, and he turned back to you. "What do you mean?" You sighed deeply and looked around the room, and back at your father sleeping. "You better be true when you say that you care for my father." Is all that you say. "We can be acquaintances." You said and walk out of there.

Harry stood there in shock. Did you just say that and walk out of here? He sighed and looked at the door. You sighed and rested your head on the door. Little did you know, so did he.

At this point in both of your lives, you didn't what was going to happen. It was unclear and confusing to you, yet you both went on. You didn't know the outcome of this, of giving Harry a chance or considering dating Roger, but you just wanted to go with the flow. Overthinking was a sickness that everybody goes through, and right now both of you were literally living it. Your heart always pounded with fear as you thought about your parents, about your father.

You didn't know what was going to happen to him, will life give him a chance or not? Life was unpredictable, and you knew it. You had to live through it. You had to face this. And you weren't the only one, you will have many other people with you. The ones you love. And maybe that included Harry.

.....

You sighed and sat on the bench outside the hospital, your fingers rubbing your forehead. Your mother was asleep, and Gemma had gone home because she had some business to attend to. Harry was beside your father, in case he woke up. You looked at the sky, your head not clear. You were having very negative thoughts. Not about your father, no. About you being a good daughter. When you saw the way Harry cared for your father, your heart ached. What if he was more caring than you? What if you were totally wrong about him?

You didn't remember how it used to be between them.

"Hey."

You looked up, your heart startled. "Roger.." You sighed and got up. Heat crept up your neck and cheeks as he put a loose strand behind your ear. "You look really pale, are you okay?" He said, and immediately his hand went up to your forehead, your eyes widened at him. "Sorry, habit." You laughed softly and pinched Roger's cheeks. He blushed and you kissed his cheek. Roger gazed into your eyes and you felt shy under his stare. You looked into his grey eyes, as storming as ever, but they were not as lively as Harry's.

what the fuck. Your breath hitched and you suddenly stepped back as you tried to clear your head. Roger broke out of his trance. To give you space he stepped back a bit. What the hell was that? You looked back to Roger who looked at you, concerned. "Y/n, are you sure you're okay?"

You nodded quietly. He briefly touched your shoulders- and then caressed your cheek. "Anyway, are we on tonight?"

You smiled at him, "Definitely."

Suddenly, you heard his beeper go out. "I'm sorry, I have to go." You shook your head and gestured for him to go on. He looked at you and smiled wholeheartedly- but you gasped when he suddenly grabbed your neck and kissed your cheek. "Wish me luck!" He ran back.

You stood there, shocked for two seconds, and then chuckled. You walked off, touching your cheek, excited for your date.

.....

You stood there behind the crowd, hiding near the extra chairs. You could not bear to look at the cluster of people who danced around, happy while you felt so...empty.

After that dance, Harry saw Cassie- the popular cheerleader person. You, personally thought that she was not a good person at all. You remembered all the times she made you the center of attention and laughed at you because of your lack of friends which you tried to deny, but you didn't. For this guilty feeling stuck in your throat, telling them that Harry was your best friend will not make Harry happy.

Was he even your friend?

You looked around, the loud music making you uneasy. This is what you aren't supposed to feel. Be normal, they say. You're supposed to be accompanied by your date- rather your alleged best friend.

Why were you still pretending?

You hated feeling lonely at heart, when you knew nobody was on your side, beside you, supporting you. You already knew- but you still pretended, perhaps because you loved him too much and didn't want to let him go, or because you didn't want to feel like that.

And the longer you tried to hide your feelings for him, the harder it hit you that he wasn't truly your friend at all.

.....

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puffpasstea · 2 years

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Matilda (Complete)

Satellite (Complete)

50 Ways To Leave Your Lover (On going)

STAND-ALONE ONE SHOTS

Jealous Guy

Breakup Angst

Harry and his love reconnecting*

Denial*

Overstimulation*

She's depressed and Harry tries to help

He's harsh during sex*, pt 2

Don't Worry Darling Premiere

Dom-Drop

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Cuddling with Harry

Night In

The first time they sleep together

Red Carpets with Harry

Shopping

Lazy Sunday

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loversipod · 2 years

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Oldloved

If you click on the link you'll find the beginning (a short blurb) and here is their story :) to begin

Summary: Y/n tells Harry how she feels and that's how their story starts.

Wordcount: 2.1k

Pairing: older!h x you

Warnings: none

I deny it, but the truth is, I am falling in love with him. That's not good. I should love Mark, but the day I met Harry everything felt so special at the same time, so different. I never want to end it or I don't want him to leave after we finish the stuff for the wedding.

I haven't felt these butterflies in a half year. How much I missed them. He's my friend, my good friend. I should tell him how I feel, right? I don't want to hurt Mark either, he's my first real love, but I can't help it. How much I hate that I had to fall for Harry.

I need to tell him.

And I need to tell him that sometimes when Mark and I have sex, I think about Harry. God, I'm such a bad friend, and fiancé. Harry and I are friends and I shouldn't think like that about him. I'm so glad I haven't moaned his name. I need to tell Harry how I feel, it's eating me up from the inside. I feel so bad about it. Mark doesn't deserve this.

The doorbell brought me back to reality. I opened the door and there he is standing in his black button-up with some fabric pants in white. "Come in," I closed the door after he put his shoes off and went into the living room. "I think I need to tell you something," I can hear how bad my voice shakes.

"Is it important?" I nod short and he turns his head in my direction after I sit down.

"D-don't be mad," I take a deep breath before I continue to talk. "I don't want to m-marry Mark," he put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into his chest. He smells so good.

"Y/n, you just have cold feet," I shake my head, and his thumb strokes my cheek. "Why are you saying this? You love him, don't you?" I'm so glad Mark isn't home. He gets quickly jealous and he doesn't like my friendship with Harry.

"I don't know," I whisper. "I-I like you," he let go of my body. He is shocked, nothing more than this. Please say something. I don't want this to be a strange conversation. I lift my arm and wipe with my sleeve my cheeks dry. "I thought it's important that you know." He stays silent.

It takes him at least 10 minutes to process what's going on. What I am telling him. "Y/n, you need to talk to Mark about it," that's really helpful, I already know that. "Look," he takes my hands in his, "I'm too old for you, this can't work," he squeezes my hands and gives me a short smile.

"But can we try to make it work?" I ask.

"Y/n, I know you want different things than me. This can't work, we can't work." I started sobbing, he pulled me in a hug and tried to calm me down. It doesn't work. I forgot how rejection felt and how much it breaks my heart.

"Plea-please," he doesn't feel the same about me. Why can't I stop trying?

"Y/n, no," his chin rested on my head, "I can't." He let go of me, "please understand, I can't do this." He sounds sad, so sad. I want to ask why he can't, but I don't want to push him to tell me something. "I'm sorry," he presses a kiss on the top of my head. His arms are secure around my body. My gaze is blurry. I wipe my tears away and look at his hands. They are beautiful but there is a ring he's married to, someone. "Can you give me five months, that's all that I need, then we can talk again." I nod my head. A little hope is back. I hope he says he'll like me back.

Two month's passed and I thought a lot about what I should do and what not. It took a lot of courage to tell Mark. He was so crushed. I felt sorry, but I can't marry him. I told him I move out as fast as possible. For now, he lives with one of his friends and I live in my apartment. But that turned into weeks so he lives now there and I am stuck here.

I saw Harry today in the park reading something and a stroller stood before him. He placed one hand on the handle to rock the stroller a little bit. He looks adorable. Autumn leaves lay on the ground. The wind is a bit cold but it's not too hot but not too cold either. Perfect just like spring.

He looked really surprised when he saw me and I was surprised too. "Y/n what are you doing here? It's late and it's getting dark soon," he places the book next to himself. His voice is concerned and he's always worried about me.

"I needed some fresh air and you didn't answer the call," he looked at the stroller.

"Sorry," he put the book into a tote bag. "I had to take care of her," he gets this smile, it's special. I can't describe it but it's always so amazing to see it on his lips.

"What's her name?"

"Moon," he stroked her cheek really carefully. "She's my everything," he whispers. "I promised her five months," he leaned down to press a kiss on her head. She has the same dimples, her eyes get all big, and she giggles and kicks her feet so that Harry needs to pull the blanket again over her tiny body.

"What about her mom?"

"We should go." He ignores my question and starts walking. Did I make him mad? He's walking fast. I had to keep up with his tempo, which isn't so easy. "I'm sorry if I said something wrong. I didn't mean it," I keep my voice low so that I don't interrupt his thoughts or whatever he's doing.

"Y/n can you shut up for one second?!" He's loud, he never reacted this way. Never, did I annoy him a lot but this was new. We keep walking in silence and I leave it this time. I don't want to upset him more.

•••

Five months, how much I hated them, but at the same time I loved them. I loved spending time with Harry, to get to know him more. And I loved to spend time with his daughter. Every time I'm at his apartment she's gone, that makes me sad. One time I asked him where she was and he said his mom takes care of his daughter and so do his friends.

We are not together, the flower boy said he isn't ready to be in a relationship with me. We don't have dates. We just hang out and have fun. But not the kind of fun you think. We watch movies, talk a lot, go on walks and we eat a lot. I'm not allowed to get to know his daughter, it's his decision and his daughter so he can choose.

He's perfect.

"Y/n can you— thanks," he pressed a kiss on my head and focused his gaze again on the movie it was playing.

"Can I ask something?" He nods. I sit up, I rest my head against his shoulder so I can see his reaction. "Moon," he looks away. I turn around so that I can face him. "It's okay if you don't want to answer," I pressed a short kiss on his nose and held his face between my hands. "Moon, is she your only kid, or do you have more?" He curls his fingers around my wrist.

He sighs, "I said no questions about my little family, okay?" I nod and murmur a sorry in his biceps.

I interlock our fingers and kiss the back of his hand, "I think you have a cute family," to his cheeks rush fast, blood. I think he likes it when I say something nice about his family. He's adorable. "How old are you?" I never asked out of respect, but I want to know.

"How old am I?'' You know you shouldn't ask someone about it," he shakes his head in disappointment. I pout at him and make puppy eyes, I never tried it if it helps but he sighs, "fine," he rolls his eyes at me and I have a stupid grin on my face. He probably hates me so much, right now. "Thrifty four," twelve years.

No, he can't be twelve years older, I can feel his thumb on my cheek, which brought me back to reality. "You know love doesn't have an age," before I could say something he lays his pointer finger on my lips to shut me up.

•••

I remember the night so well when he asked me out to be his girlfriend. My flower boy was so nervous and shy at the same time. Harry's cheeks were so blushy and his pupils were so big you can think he was on some kind of drugs.

We decided to stay at his apartment because no one had time to look after Moon. So he got her ready for bed. Every time I see this man with his child it's possible that my heart has already melted. He's a great dad. After he finished this we started cooking chicken curry. The green-eyed man said he loves it so I thought we could do it again. We even danced in the refrigerator light. I think I love this guy. And you already know how he asked me.

Now I'm officially his girlfriend and he's all mine. "So… what are we doing?" He looks short from his book.

"What do you do on Friday nights?" He lay the book on his nightstand. I noticed I stay too often at his apartment.

"Club," I whisper.

"Come here pup," he placed me in his lap. "Why don't you have some fun with your friends, mhm?" He nudges my temple with his nose short. A giggle escapes my lips. "I completely trust you, have some fun, please." I close my eyes for a short moment to think. I really want to go, but I want to spend some time with Harry too.

"Get ready I have an idea," he groans.

"I hope it ends with sex," he murmurs under his breath. I pretend I didn't hear it. We have been together for almost two months and we haven't kissed yet.

I took him to a restaurant, he smiled at me, "what?" I look down at my feet to hide the blush on my cheeks.

"No one ever took me on a date," he presses his lips against my cheek.

"I'm glad I'm the first one," I say.

We enjoyed our time together. I wanted to ask him some questions, but I decided not to let him enjoy our night without these annoying questions.

I drove him home, "thank you for the amazing night," before he could leave I grabbed his wrist and pulled him back into the car. I lean over the console and press my lips on his. I don't know if we are on the same page or if I did something wrong. He pulls away.

"Oh, okay. I'm sorry," he looks confused.

"For what?" He raised his eyebrow.

"For kissing you," his fingers curl around my wrist. He closed the door. "Harry, don't make it awkward." He doesn't answer, instead, he connects his phone with my car and he's playing 'kiss from a rose'. The song hums quite in the background. He waits one more second then it starts to rain. He presses his hot lips against mine. His hand stays on my cheek and he moves his head more to the side to deepen the kiss. A low moan escapes my lips. I can taste the wine he had earlier. I press my lips more against his. I want to swallow him. I don't want to end this kiss. How much I missed this.

He pulls away from me. "Fuck," he breathes out. The back of his head pressed against the seat.

"That was amazing," I pressed my lips one more time against his to taste him one last time before he had to leave.

"Thank you so much, y/n. My Friday nights are always so boring but you made it better," he smiles and lets go of my wrist. Before he opened the door he pressed his lips against my forehead. "I'll call you." I nod.

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avalentina · 1 year

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watermelonsugacry · 9 months

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Y/n applying lotion on his torso..!

It would be last minute..and he would run to her and be like

‘Be quick’

NO BC THIS IS THE DOMESTIC SHIT THAT GOES ON ALL THE TIME WHEN THEY'RE ON TOUR TOGETHER

Ever since the couple has arrived to their hotel room, YN has been bugging him about applying sunscreen to his torso. Especially now more than ever since he chooses to basically go topless on stage (she'll never complain about that) while playing in an outdoor venue in Barcelona.

The first time she brought it up was in their hotel bathroom. Harry, fresh out of the shower with nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips, was busy untangling the necklaces around his neck when his wife comes into the room. She holds the bottle out to him with a suggestive tone and a raise of her brow.

He stands frozen for a second, eyeing the sunscreen with a contemplative hum before decidedly shaking his head.

"M'good, baby. Thank you."

She narrows her gaze at him, flickering her eyes from the bottle to her husband, before saying, "M'gonna bring it anyways."

YN turns on her heel but before she can fully leave the room, he reaches over and smacks the underside of her bum just to hear her squeak. He chuckles to himself when he sees her hand peek back into the room to show her middle finger at him.

The next time she brings up the sunscreen, is when he's doing a sound check later that day.

She watches from the sidelines, perched on top of an equipment box as she sits in on Harry and the Love Band rehearse before the show tonight. The yellow sunnies sitting on her face help block some of the glare from the bruiting sun reflecting from the massive stage. Everyone has the same idea along with shorts and some type of short sleeve top for their attire.

As much as YN loves to watch Harry in a white tank top, black Ray Bands, and a clip securing his curls on the top of his head, she wants nothing more than to sooth his tan skin with a protective layer of SPF.

While Harry talks some things over with Pauli and the horns ensemble, YN perks up when Sarah waves her over.

Harry's eyes flick over to his wife up on the platform with his drummer, helping apply lotion to the top of Sarah's back before going back to his conversation.

Soon enough, YN's offering sunscreen help to the rest of the band like a mom at a soccer game. Even Mitch rubs some over his arms while YN dollops a blob on his nose. Everyone happily accepts her offer...well, almost everyone.

When the band rehearses Grapejuice, Harry waltz up to where his wife sits as he sings, "There's never been someone else so perfect for me."

When she waggles the bottle in his face, he gives her a cheeky smile, playfully grabbing and tossing the bottle to the side. Before she can even get one word out in protest, he tugs her off her seat and pulls her in close as he sings.

She tries to pull away as he brings them to the middle of the stage, but his grip on her is strong.

His high notes go wobbly as he giggles, watching as YN gives up her efforts to escape. Eventually, she succumbs to his swaying and lopsided smile and slow dances with her husband for the rest of the song.

The last time she brings up the sunscreen is in his dressing room. And this time around, she doesn't ask.

Harry is already dressed for the stage and was busy tying his shoe laces when his wife's heels come into view. Not even a second later, so does that damn sunscreen bottle.

"Put it on."

"M'fine. I don't need it." Harry tries to reason. "It's gonna be night time when I'm performing out there anyways."

He holds back the temptation to smile at her stubborn look but he knows that'll only make her frustrated. But given that the cute pinch in her brow is already there, he guesses there's no point in trying to hide his smirk.

Plus, it's really hard to not already have a pleased expression at the sight of her in a silk blue dress that was only waiting to be taken off of her body by the end of the night.

"I don't care. Put on the fookin' lotion."

"No."

"Your chest has been red since the last show."

"You look beautiful."

"You're getting sunburned!"

"No m'not."

Before he can get another out, YN presses the pad of her index finger into the a spot by the one of the shallows tattooed on his chest and he hisses at the sting from his inflamed skin. He bats her hand away and notices how the yellow imprint from her finger slowly fades back to red. Despite the clear indication that she's right, he still doesn't say anything.

Even married, he can't let go of his pride to being wrong to his love. He's denied her of her help all day that it would only embarrass him and make him look bad if he gives in now.

Knowing this herself, YN tucks her lips in with a shrug. She places the bottle on the vanity and decides to leave the matter alone. She tried, and if he needs to have aloe vera be applied to his skin when it begins to peel, well, he could do that himself.

Despite how frustrated, irritated or upset the two might be at each other before a show, they're never ones of break their traditional pre-show ritual.

She cups his face and presses a short kiss to her husband's lips.

"Have fun out there. You're gonna do great. I love you."

His mouth opens to say something, anything, as she turns to walk out the room, but no words come out. Instead, he's left to finish getting ready with the icky feeling of guilt settling in and that damn bottle staring back at him.

Before the show starts, YN and her manager, Jenny, walk backstage to get to their designated spot in the pit for family and friends. She turns her head to the sound of feet hitting the pavement and a call of her name.

She furrows her brows when she sees Jeff and her husband running up to her, his cropped blue vest in hand instead of on his torso.

"What's wrong? Everything alright?" YN's voice is laced with concern given that he's supposed to be moments away from being on stage.

"Be quick." He pants out of breath. She's confused for a moment at what he could possibly mean. It's when she looks at what he's shoved in her hand that it finally clicks. She's quickly popping the cap off the bottle and squirting some lotion in the palm of her hand. After handing the sunscreen to her manager, she rubs her hands together before lathering up his torso, his abs, his chest--anywhere she can cover.

"Aw did you have to put on a little sunny-screen because your mummy told you to?" Jeff teases in a baby voice before breaking out in a laugh, only to receive a slap on the arm from Jenny.

YN doesn't even hit him back with a witty comment. Too smug, smiley and occupied with smoothing the lotion over her husband's broad shoulders and down his arms to care. So much so, that she doesn't even notice when Lloyd takes a few quick pictures of the couple before running off to take his place on stage.

She rubs the remaining bits of lotion over the apples of his cheeks, his t-zone, and his nose before taking hold of his face to plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

"Okay, yeh all set."

He shakes his head at the smugness written all over her beautiful features. It shouldn't be a surprise to anyone how he always folds for her in the end, no matter how strong headed both of them are.

"You're lucky I love you."

"Please, you're the lucky one."

"Damn right I am," He grins at her giggle as he pulls her back in for another kiss. Too enthroned and stupidly in love with this woman, he doesn't think twice about cupping her cheek with one hand while his arm circles around her waist, deepening what was supposed to be a short and sweet kiss.

"Um, H?" Jeff calls after a moment. "You got a show to do, remember?"

"Mhm, yeah." Harry mumbles out of the corner of his mouth to not completely break the kiss, fully enclosing himself around his wife while her arms go around his neck. "Be there in a sec."

Jenny's back is the the couple, her hands clasped together as she looks up at the ceiling to give them their privacy. She already knows that its best to just let them be than trying to break them apart; for Harry's shows anyway. But when it comes for her singer, she's hustling YN to be on stage, ready to perform, and on time.

Jeff on the other hand is looking down the empty hallway, anxiously looking at the watch on his wrist before scratching at his brow. He spares a glance at the two with a pained expression.

"You Love Birds need to go on a second honeymoon or some something, you horny fucks."

"Way ahead of you, Jeffery."

Harry give a lopsided grin at YN's words, pressing another smearing kiss to her lips. The two weeks they used for their honeymoon back in January was barely enough time for anything before having to go back on their respected world tours. With both of their show numbers decreasing by the week, the married couple plans to go MIA for a very long time: drinking wine at their private villa in Italy, walking along the shore at their getaway beach house in Malibu, tangled under the sheets in their bedroom in France.

From their spot backstage, they can hear the field full of fans begin to scream in excitement as the intro video plays. Desperate, Jeff turns to the wife for some complacency. "Mrs. Styles? Unless you want your husband to be out of a job in the next 60 seconds?"

YN pulls away with a smile, biting her lip as her husband looks down at her like he's one kiss away from canceling the show.

"Think of me when you're out there." She closes her eyes when he bumps their foreheads together, nearly melting when he rubs their noses together; a soft and loving gesture despite the dirty thoughts swimming in his head.

"Always." Harry answers easily, bringing her hand to his lips and presses a kiss to the rock on her finger.

With a new sense of spunk and pump to be on stage, Harry throws a sly wink to his wife before maneuvering around her and walks towards the stage. YN's eyes linger on his back muscles as he lifts his arms in the air, looping them through the arm holes in his cropped vest.

His words are cheeky and light as he says over his shoulder, "You coming, Jeffery?"

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Sweet girl

Sinopse: S/n é fã de Harry e acaba tendo uma oportunidade irrecusável.

NotaAutora: Olha acho que tô meio enferrujada pra hots então não sei se ficou tão bom assim.

Aviso: +18, muito flerte, me perdoem se tiverem erros.

Pedido: a gente bem que podia ter algo bem hotzão inspirado nessa preciosa foto 😍🥵🔥

Sarah havia convidado sua prima para o show do Harry nesse fim de semana. S/n havia acabado de fazer 21 anos e foi presente perfeito, afinal, ela era muito fã do cantor.

— Minha prima está vindo nesse final de semana, tem problema? — A baterista questionou ao Harry que finalizava seu cabelo para o show.

— Mas você não pode ficar com ela — apontou o dedo para o cantor. — É sério, Harry.

— Nossa, eu nem sei quem ela é! Por que eu faria isso? — Colocou a mão em seu peito, fingindo estar ofendido. — Além disso, eu ainda nem a conheci, não sei por que tanta preocupação.

— Assim que você a ver, você vai querer ela, S/n é seu tipo.— Mitch entrou na conversa.

— Meu tipo? — Styles Ficou intrigado.

— Tipo a garota dos seus sonhos. — Afirmou o amigo.

— Então por que não posso ficar com ela? — Fez um biquinho. — Por quê?

— Ela é minha priminha, só tem 21 anos, Harry! Só 21 anos, ela é muito nova para você, eu não quero que fique com ela. — Ela chegou mais perto, quase encostando o dedo indicador em seu rosto. — Promete!

— Tá! Tá! — Afastou a mão da amiga. — Eu prometo.

Mas Harry nunca foi bom em manter promessas, porque no instante que S/n passou pela porta o mundo pareceu estar em câmera lenta, ela era linda, com aquele sorriso encantador nós lábios, uma saia rosa curta, bota de cowboy, regata branca justa dando a perfeita visão de um belo decote, ele sabia que estava ferrado.

— Recomponha-se. — Mitch deu um belo cutucão em Harry, o trazendo-o de volta à realidade.

Ele a queria.

— Sarah.— A linda garota pulou nos braços de sua prima. — Mitch! — Seu namorado foi o próximo.

Calorosamente ela deu um aceno a todos que estavam ali e então se virou para o popstar.

— Olá, Harry, muito prazer. — Estendeu a mão.

— Oi! Eu sou o Harry, Harry Styles, Harry. — Ele estava nervoso?

— Oi, Harry. — Riu segurando a mão dele, balançando. — Eu sou a S/n.

— Sarah falou bastante de você.

— Espero que somente coisas boas.

— Ótimas. — Ele ainda continuava segurando a pequena mão.

— Então. — Sarah puxou sua prima para mais perto, a afastando de Harry. — Está com fome?

— Faminta, foi um voo longo até aqui.

— Vem, vou pegar algo para você.

— Tchau! Harry. — A garota sorridente deu uma picadinha.

Como ele iria sobreviver essa noite?

S/n era a própria fan girl, ela torceu e vibrou a cada música que Harry cantava, dançando e gritando como todas as outras garotas que estavam ali o venerando, mas tinha algo nela que fazia Harry se interessar ainda mais, talvez fosse o fato de Sarah proibi-lo de se quer pensar nela ou talvez seja por ela ser muito gostosa e qualquer um ficaria totalmente caidinho por seu olhar penetrante e sorriso inocente.

Pós-show, todos se reuniram no hotel onde estavam hospedados para um after. No bar, Harry estava sentado com seu segundo copo de isque na mão, seus olhos só acompanhando os movimentos de S/n, observando cada detalhe enquanto ela conversava com alguns membros da banda.

S/n podia sentir seu olhar, até porque Harry não estava nem disfarçando para olha-lá, isso a encorajou a ir ao encontro dele.

— Oi? — Com um leve sorriso, ela sentou-se ao lado dele.

— Oi! — Timidamente respondeu.

— Você está bem aí? Parece solitário.

— Estou bem. — Seu tom estava ríspido.

— Posso?— Ela pegou a bebida de sua mão. — Nunca provei uísque.

— Você não acha que é muito nova?

— Não seja puritano, Harry. — Ela sorriu, tomando um gole, olhando diretamente em seus olhos. — Não é tão ruim quanto pensava.

— Acho que já vou dormir, tenha uma ótima noite. — Foi se levantando quando a mão dela agarrou seu braço.

— Por que tem me evitado?

— Eu não tenho. — Mentiu.

Era o que Harry tem feito a noite toda, afinal ele queria ser um bom amigo para Sarah, mas S/n não facilitou nenhum um pouco para ele, então ficar longe dela e ser mal-humorado era a única opção.

— Você tem, sim, você não gostou de mim? — Fez um biquinho triste. — Eu fiz alguma coisa?

— Não, não é isso, não é nada. — Ele se atrapalhava nas palavras. — Eu gostei de você, você parece ser uma garota muito legal.

— Gostou? — O sorriso voltou a aparecer. — Se eu sou tão legal, por que você não me leva para outro lugar? — Mordeu os lábios.

— Sabe, eu e você, isso não pode acontecer.

— Direto. — Ela riu. — Calma, eu só queria me divertir um pouco, queria conhecer você melhor. — Soltou seu braço. — Sarah falou para ficar longe de mim? Por isso parece um gatinho assustado?

— Eu não estou assustado.

— Não? — Ela levantou-se aproximando-se de sua orelha, o coração de Harry começou a errar as batidas. — Relaxa, eu não vou agarrar você, só se quiser. — Sussurrou, um leve sorriso repousando em seus lábios.

— Pare de brincar comigo.

— E então, aonde vai me levar? — Continuou a provocação.

— Eu vou?

— Vai, eu sei que vai. — Pegou o copo em cima do balcão, tomando mais um gole com os olhos fixos nele.

— Se eu levasse, aonde iria querer ir?

— Me mostra seu quarto?

— Meu quarto? Acho que não é uma boa ideia.

— Ah! Vamos, eu só quero ver o que tem no quarto de hotel de um famoso popstar.

— Nada muito interessante, você não vai gostar.

— Me leva e aí eu te digo se gosto ou não.

— Somente ver?

— Eu prometo.

— Tudo bem — Harry disse enfim.

Ela era bem insistente e ele estava querendo saber onde isso poderia chegar.

Ambos se entreolharam enquanto as portas do elevador se fechavam, depois que Harry apertou o botão do andar. Um calor estava se espalhando pelo local. Styles parecia nervoso, o que era raro, afinal, ele sempre tomava iniciativa em uma relação. O frio na barriga se instalou nele até as portas se abriram. Ele foi o primeiro a sair, guiando-a para fora do elevador e pelo corredor luxuoso. Logo, aproximando-se de uma porta na qual ele passou um cartão e a abriu.

— Então é isso. — Deu espaço para ela entrar.

S/n entrou na suíte da cobertura, toda luxuosa, com grandes janelas do chão ao teto que ostentavam uma vista incrível.

— Uau! — Comentou antes de aproximar-se da janela. — Olha, está vista.— Logo depois, ela se acomodou na beira da grande cama.

O colchão era macio, lençóis de seda, S/n aproveitou e se jogou ali.

— Está gostando? — Harry se segurou para não se juntar a ela.

— Ainda não sei. — Fingiu, sentando-se. — Serve uma dose para mim? — Indicou a bandeja com uma garrafa de uísque no quarto.

— Tem certeza? É forte e você nunca tomou antes.

— Você pode tomar comigo então, não é? Assim, você não me deixa beber demais.

Três doses depois, ambos já pareciam meio altos, risos ficaram mais frouxos, o mundo mais devagar.

— Essa câmera é sua? — Ela ficou curiosa ao ver o objeto na cabeceira da cama.

— Sim.

— Posso ver?

— Claro.

Era uma Polaroid retrô, branca, bem bonita, parecia ser cara. S/n mexeu nela, tirando uma foto sem querer.

— Desculpe. — A foto borrada saiu logo em seguida. — Acho que não sei nem como mexer numa dessas.

Mas ela começou a se aventurar, sentou-se na ponta da cama e apontou para a vista. Outro clique, tirou algumas fotos de si mesma. Harry estava sentado em uma cadeira à sua frente bebendo, era uma pose perfeita para mais uma foto.

— Diga cheese. — A garota alertou antes de apertar o botão.

Com um sorriso sonolento Styles posou para foto, assim que a foto saiu, ela guardou para si mesma.

S/n estava determinada a provocá-lo, ela levantou a saia, tirando uma foto de sua calcinha. Assim que a fotografia saiu, ela caminhou em passos largos, indo até ele, inclinou-se, colocando a foto guardada em seu bolso.

— Para você.

— Não vai me deixar ver?— Questionou curioso.

— Você quer ver? — Mordeu os lábios, parando bem entre suas pernas.

— Sim.

S/n ergueu a saia até a cintura, deixando à mostra sua calcinha rosa. Bem na frente, estava escrito Harry Styles em vermelho.

— Gostou?

— Porra!— Engoliu em seco.

— Toque-me. — Implorou em um sussurro.— Eu quero que você me toque.

Harry deixou sua bebida de lado, suas grandes mãos tocaram em suas coxas, apertando-a.

— Não assim. — Bufou.

— Você queria que eu tocasse em você. — Harry fingiu-se de desentendido. — Estou fazendo o que você pediu.

— Você sabe que não foi isso que eu quis dizer.— Olhou para ele desapontada.

— Mas estou me divertindo só conversando com você.— Defendeu-se. — Você já sabe o que penso sobre nós.

— Você vai se divertir mais me fodendo, e você sabe disso.

Harry sorriu enquanto balançava a cabeça.

— Você devia parar de me provocar. — Avisou com uma intensidade em seus olhos.

— Oh! É sério? E o que acontece se eu continuar?

— Acho que você sabe o que acontece.— Ele não conseguiu esconder seu sorriso.

S/n, vagarosamente, foi descendo o zíper lateral de sua saia em frente ao Harry, até que a peça estivesse no chão.Os olhos dele a devoravam avidamente, todo seu corpo implorava por ela, uma necessidade de tê-la, mais do que qualquer outra coisa. As botas foram logo em seguida, sua blusa foi junto. Agora ela estava em sua frente somente de roupas íntimas.

Harry não conseguiu se segurar mais, passou o braço em volta de sua cintura, seus dedos longos e agarrando-a pelos quadris trazendo a para cima dele, S/n montou nele antes de unir seus lábios aos dele, ela não perdeu tempo a jogar seus braços sobre os ombros, jogando sua toca para longe agarrando seus cabelos, pressionando ainda mais lábios nos lábios macios e quentes.

Era fácil se perder naquele beijo, saboreando o gosto de isque em seus lábios, sua colônia amadeirada enchendo seus sentidos, a barba a fazer roçando em sua pele. O beijo estava tão intenso que enviava sensações de arrepios, as mãos dela serpentearam para dentro do moletom dele, puxando para cima.

— Apressadinha. — Riu, tirando a blusa, revelando seu abdômen tonificado.

— Você é muito gostoso.— Deixou escapar, enquanto seus dedos percorrem o tanquinho bronzeado.

Styles a puxou para outro beijo, desta vez mais lento, ele sugava suavemente seus lábios, descendo seus beijos desleixados em seu pescoço. Um pequeno “ai” surgiu nos lábios dela, quando Harry mordeu seu pescoço, sugando deixando algumas marcas.

A calcinha dela já estava molhada com o quão excitada estava, pelos movimentos que fazia no colo de Harry provavelmente havia uma pequena mancha de excitação em sua calça, ela só precisava um pouco de alívio, agarrou a mão dele e a empurrando entre as pernas, os dedos de Harry alcançaram seu clitóris vestido e ela não conseguiu segurar um gemido, balançando os quadris mais rápido.

— Você tem um gemido tão gostoso. — Murmurou baixinho em seu ouvido, apertando seu quadril.

— Porra, querido, não pare. — As últimas palavras foram abafadas pela boca de Harry.

Ele não cansava de beija-lá, senti-la se contorcendo contra ele, Harry estava com tanto tesão, ele precisava estar dentro dela.

— Eu preciso de você agora.— murmurou em seu ouvido, dando beijos em seu pescoço.

Ele a ergueu o suficiente para baixar suas calças até o calcanhar. Harry soltou um suspiro de alívio quando finalmente libertou seu pau dolorido. A camisinha que estava no bolso de trás pousou em suas mãos rapidamente, deslizando em seu pênis. Styles sabia que tinha um pau grande, então a deixou sentar devagar, deslizando para dentro tão lentamente que o fez gemer e jogar a cabeça para trás.

Novos gemidos preenchiam o quarto, cada vez que ela rolava os quadros sobre ele. Era tão bom ouvi-los, eles ainda eram mais doces em cima de seu pau.

Logo ela pegou o ritmo, subindo e descendo, mais rápido, foi nesse ponto que percebeu que Harry Styles não era quieto na cama. Aquela voz rouca ao pé do ouvido, implorando por mais, a estimulava a continuar.

— Quero ouvir você gemendo meu nome.— As mãos dele capturam suas bochechas. — Quando você geme, eu fico louco.

— Harry. — Sua voz era tão manhosa, ele quase gozou só de ouvi-la. — É tão bom sentir você dentro de mim, Harry. — Fechou os olhos com força.

As pernas dela começam a tremer, o som da sua boceta escorregadia na pele dele estava ficando cada vez mais alto.

— Desse jeito, eu não vou aguentar... Isso é tão boom. — Lagrimejou.— Quero estar olhando para você quando gozar. — Seu indicador ergueu o queixo dela, tornando quase impossível desviar o olhar. — Olhe para mim. — intimou.

Com a testa colada nele, seu olhar fixado nas grandes iris esverdeadas, S/n sentiu a euforia se aproximando, seu coração bateu mais rápido, respiração ficou ainda mais ofegante, pequenos gemidos escaparam de seus lábios trêmulo, foi difícil manter o contato visual quando seu corpo começou a se contorcer e o prazer intenso a tomou.

Ver a carinha dela de prazer acabou com ele, o orgasmo o atingiu sem nem mesmo dar tempo para segurá-lo, seu corpo trêmulo agarrou-a, os gemidos roucos em seu ouvido enquanto seu rosto estava enterrado em seus cabelos.

S/n desmoronou no peito de Harry. Ambos estavam exaustos, sonolentos, ainda tentando se recuperar.

— Eu adorei essa buceta. Você combina tão bem comigo. — Confessou, puxando para um beijo desleixado. — Acho que nunca fiquei com uma garota tão ousada como você.

— Eu só tinha uma chance, não podia desperdiçar —Seus olhos cansados sorriram para ele.

— Não se preocupe, bebê, eu vou colocar meu número no seu telefone e você me liga caso queira ter uma segunda.

— Olha, que eu ligo. — Riu ao brincar com os seus cabelos.

— Vou estar ansiosamente esperando por isso.

Muito obrigada por ler até aqui! Se gostou fav, reblogue ou deixe uma ask, isso realmente é muito importante para mim 🥺♥️

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the flatshare in london

harry styles x reader

summary: you live in a flatshare with sarah and two other girls in london in 2017. through your insistence to get sarah's talent more widely recognised, you meet a man who will change your life forever

word count: 8.7k

warnings: smut

Living in London in your early 20s had its ups and downs. Everything was ridiculously expensive and the city was becoming busier and busier. It was so packed and crowded all the time. But you loved it. You loved the city for its vibrancy and its people, the different cultures and the beautiful sights, and just getting lost in it. It was home and you wouldn't change it for the world.

You had moved there when you turned 20 in 2015, blindly following your best friend to the capital, happy to indulge in her adventures. Sarah had been your best friend since you were four, whom you had met at your local primary school. Both of you were quite shy when you were little and naturally bonded over wanting to keep to yourselves in the corner of the playground. Since then you had navigated life with her, giggling through those cringy pre-teen years, crying through your teenage heartbreaks and holding each other when adulthood really hit you.

As you had grown up, you had come out of your shell, developing into a bit of a free spirit. You loved people and making new friends, exploring new places and immersing yourself in whatever situation you were faced with. It meant that you hated being alone and sometimes you found yourself making stupid decisions to get people to like you. You could never really hold down a relationship, even though every time you were in one, you convinced yourself that he was the one for you and you were madly in love. You fell in love very easily.

Sarah, on the other hand, mainly stayed quite reserved. While that meant she often didn't want to come on your weird adventures and struggled to open up quite like you could, she was very level-headed and very loyal to all her friends. She always had the best advice and was always there for a hug when you needed it. Sarah gave the best hugs. That's why, despite your differences, you had remained close friends for such a long time. You would follow her to the end of the earth if she needed you to. And you knew she'd do the same for you

You and Sarah had always talked about moving to London. The idea of the city thrilled you as well as the opportunities that came along with it. You were both from a small corner of England, where not much ever happened and you needed a change. You needed some excitement. That's why, when Sarah said she'd got a job as a drummer for a local bar in London, which paid a decent wage, you had jumped at the opportunity for you to move to London. She had worried that you didn't have a job there, but you had assured her, in your impulsive way, that everything would be fine, you had some money saved up and you would take any job when you moved there so you could afford the rent and living there. It took a lot of convincing on your part but you managed to get her to turn her life around in about a week and begin preparing to move to London. You knew she wanted to go and she was excited about her new job but decisions like this often felt overwhelming to Sarah and that's where you came in to give her a little push.

You had moved down, one Tuesday in June, both of you giggling and singing down the M4, hair blowing in the wind. You remember being so excited to start your new life and you now realise that moving to London was the best thing you and Sarah had ever done.

Since moving, both of your lives had been a whirlwind of emotions. You had moved in with two other girls, who you and Sarah had known for a while, into a small flat in Clapham. It was a bit rundown, the paint was peeling in places, some of the appliances needed a bit of a kick to get them working and there was a dubious patch of mould in one corner but with some love and a lot of command strips you had made it feel like home. You loved it there, even if Sarah liked to play the drums at obscene times at night. Your neighbours really didn't like you.

You had managed to get a job working in a pub. At first, you saw it as a temporary job, until you found something that you were passionate about but soon you found yourself passionate about working in the pub. You became fast friends with the Landlord and he had basically made you his partner when it came to running the pub. Your opinions and what you had to say were listened to and taken on board and you loved making the pub a safe space for all that passed through the doors. So many fun nights had been had in that little pub in Clapham and you wouldn't change it for the world.

Sarah was now playing for a couple of bands, often touring the UK and Europe and was so happy with what she was doing. However, sometimes, her talent would present her with insane opportunities, but she would turn them down, believing they were too big for her. This had happened a couple times now and you knew you weren't going to let her do it again now. You were in awe of how talented your best friend was sometimes, she had a beautiful voice and was an insane drummer, and you felt like the world deserved to hear her perform.

That is what led you to meet Harry. Your determination for your best friend to make a name for herself. You were pulling pints on a particularly busy night at the pub when you struck up a conversation with one of your regulars. He was a nice guy, probably spent too much time at the pub rather than at home with his girlfriend, but he made for interesting chat.

"Anyway, I just had to get out of the house tonight, the missus is going mad," he chuckled sipping on his pint. You rolled your eyes at his usual excuse for why he was at the pub alone but you let him continue.

"I swear since she became creative director for that bloody pop star, she's been so stressed out," he continued and you nodded along while wiping down the bar.

"I'm sure she has a reason to. What's stressing her out at the minute?" you asked.

"Oh, she's trying to organise a band for this guy. Apparently, they had it all sorted then the bloody drummer dropped out..." he continued ranting but you zoned out the minute he said drummer.

"...Anyway, they're holding auditions but they can't find anyone who's good enough at the moment or who fits the band's vibe or whatever. So bloody annoying," he grumbled but you were busy scribbling on a bit of paper.

"Y/N?" he queried, confused why you looked so excited.

"John, I think I have the solution to all your problems. My best friend, she's an excellent drummer and singer. Like she's insanely talented. Give this to your girlfriend and tell her to give her a call," you explained excitedly, handing over a scrap of paper with Sarah's details on it.

"You're a lifesaver Y/N. I hope you're right about this girl," he said tucking the paper into his pocket.

"Oh don't worry, she's incredible," you assured him.

"You sure she won't mind your signing her up for this?" he wondered, but you shook your head. You knew it was a bit risky, signing Sarah up for something she might not want to do, but she had expressed to you that she wanted to do something big with her music. She just didn't have the guts to do it herself. You knew she was capable of it though.

"She won't mind at all."

"YOU DID WHAT!?" Sarah chased you through the small kitchen brandishing a wooden spoon at you.

"Sarah, I did you a favour," you tried, cowering away from her rage.

"Y/N, I swear to god!" she huffed, throwing her hands up in the air in disbelief. "You're too bloody impulsive sometimes."

"And you're not impulsive enough. You've always wanted to do something big like this, you told me that two nights ago! I know you can do this, you're Sarah fucking Jones!" you insisted and she sagged her shoulders. Even though you both knew you should have consulted her beforehand, she knew if you had, she would have said no right there and then because she was too afraid.

"Listen, it's just an audition. Go along and see how it goes. I think it's worth a shot," you implored and you could see her begin to crack slightly.

"I'm not sure, I mean what would I even play?" she muttered nervously. You rolled your eyes.

"Anything babe, you're insanely talented,"

"You're just insane," she quipped back.

"Thank you," you did a fake curtsy and she rolled her eyes but a grin was making its way onto her face. "Listen, she'll probably text you in the morning, so sleep on it and see how you feel in the morning. Although I'll be very disappointed if you don't go."

"God, you sound like my dad. You're bloody lucky I'm still up right now, I would have murdered you if I'd got the call in the morning with no idea what you had signed me up for," she pointed out and you nodded laughing. Your shifts at the pub finished at 1am so if Sarah had been asleep when you got back you would have been in very deep trouble. Thank god she was a night owl like you

"Hm yeah fair point," you said as you trudged back into the kitchen to continue making your late-night snack.

"You need to think before your actions sometimes babes," she reminded as she went back to her baking. God knows why she was baking this late but you didn't question it.

"S, when have I ever done that," you replied, a cheeky smile on your face and she shook her head, grinning.

"Anyway, who is the band for?" she asked and your face dropped. Shit. You didn't actually know.

"Uhh, well... I think...," you stuttered and she sighed loudly.

"You don't know do you?" she groaned.

"Uhhh, no."

"For fucks sake."

Sarah was gripping your hand so hard you thought it would fall off as you walked down the road from the tube station to the studio where her audition would be. The morning after your fun altercation in the kitchen at 1am, Sarah had received a call from John's girlfriend, the creative director, who had helpfully let her know that she would be auditioning for none other than Harry Styles's band. She had screamed at you again for that. Neither of you had really listened to his music before but you knew who he was and how famous he was. She had nearly pulled out again then, claiming it was way too much for someone like her and she wasn't talented enough for someone like that. You had nearly punched her in the face to stop her ramblings but luckily you managed to convince her, somehow, to come to the audition.

"Y/N, what the fuck have you got me into," she mumbled as you reached the doors of the studio.

"Something incredible," you declared giving her hand a squeeze. "You'll thank me later babe."

"No I won't," she grumbled, even though she knew she needed to do this. This could open a lot of doors for her.

"I'll be right here. You're gonna smash it S, I know it," you assured her, staring into her deep brown eyes that held so much anxiety.

"You're paying for my therapy when I have to recover from this," she called back to you as she began to nervously walk towards the door.

"Happily," you called back as you began to dig about in your tote bag for some stress relief.

"Don't smoke while I'm gone," she reprimanded you and your movements stopped. You had been caught.

"Wasn't gonna," you lied grinning at her.

"Liar," she said as she disappeared through the doors and you chuckled as your hand closed around your lighter and your cigarettes. It was an awful habit you picked up but you needed the stress relief sometimes. And getting Sarah to this audition had been anything but calm.

You popped your headphones in as you leaned against the wall, your cigarette resting loosely between your lips as you took a drag from it, feeling the relief wash over your body. You hummed along to the song playing in your ears as you began answering some emails regarding the pub on your phone. It was a lovely summer's day and you soaked up the sun's rays happily as you typed away on your phone. You didn't even notice the time passed before Sarah's happy face appeared in front of yours again.

"Oh my god! How did it go!" you squealed pulling out your headphones excitedly, so happy to see her happy.

"I think it went really good! That was the best I've ever played," she gushed and you pulled her into a tight hug.

"I am so proud of you!" you beamed, almost jumping up and down in excitement. "I know you would nail it. When do you find out?"

"They said that today was the last day they were holding auditions and that they'd call tomorrow to let us know. Oh god, I actually hope I get it, everyone was so cool and nice. I met a couple of members of the band," she explained as you began walking down the street back to the tube stop.

"Did you meet him?" you asked curiously but she shook her head.

"No, he's in America at the moment. I'll probably meet him at the first rehearsal or something."

"Ah, I see. So what was his band like?" you continued your line of questioning. She began to ramble about every member and how nice they'd all been. You noticed a twinkle in her eye when she was talking about the lead guitarist, Mitch, but you decided not to push her on it, knowing you would only receive a harsh glare and a slap to the shoulder. Little did you know, that audition would change everything for the both of you.

That same evening Sarah had got the call to say she was in. They said they had loved her so much when she auditioned that they just knew it had to be her and cancelled the rest of the auditions for the day. You had screamed the kitchen down and your whole flat had gone out and got absolutely hammered to celebrate.

A couple of weeks had passed since that date and in the last week, Sarah had started rehearsing for the band. She had become close with the rest of the band and especially Mitch. They had already been out to dinner once or twice together and you were internally jumping for joy for her. Sarah didn't really date, not like you did, and was very reserved and found it hard to open up to people. To hear that she had found someone quite similar to her in that aspect and someone who she got along with tremendously filled your heart with joy. Even if she remained very coy about it.

Apart from that, life went on as normal. You still spent too much money, smoked too many cigarettes, got too drunk on the weekend, regretted it on Monday and continued to love the life you had built for yourself. You could never have guessed one Wednesday morning it would all change for you.

You woke up late, as usual, your late shifts meaning you didn't usually get up until 10 or 11 the next day. The sun seeped into your room under the door as you groaned and stretched out your tired muscles from working too hard the night before. That and also having passionate sex into the early hours of the morning. You had a regular bed partner named Will, who was a bit of a lost soul but an excellent shag. He kind of floated through life, often with no direction and spouting the most amount of bullshit you had ever heard. However, you were very fond of him but you knew you could never fall in love with him. That's what made him so perfect. You could fulfil your needs and desires but not have to worry about falling in love with your friend.

You turned over in bed, seeing him still sleeping peacefully and an evil grin spread over your face. You leaned over and blew hard in his ear, which had him shooting up out of bed.

"Fuck!" he roared and you fell back giggling.

"You're such a twat," he groaned as he rubbed his hands over his face, you continuing to cackle manically.

"Couldn't help it, you looked so peaceful," you chuckled and he sighed.

"God I hate you," he murmured leaning down to peck your lips gently.

"Hate you too," you responded, kissing him back gently before pushing him off you.

"Come on mate, you've got shit to do today," you reminded him as you pulled a grey cami top over your head and slipped into some black lace panties. He turned over and hid his face in your pillow and you slapped him lightly on the shoulder.

"Can't I just stay here? I think it would be constructive for my mental health," he tried and you rolled your eyes.

"Will. Up. Now."

Eventually, you managed to get the grumbling man up and out, laughing to yourself as he talked some more crap about why he should stay at yours. But you had a shit ton of stuff to do today so you managed to get him out the door, sighing as you leaned your back against it. You made your way into the kitchen at that point, goofily dancing along to the song playing on the radio and humming along. You were about to grab some toast out of the cupboard when someone spoke.

"Uh hey?" a deep voice spoke and you yelped, whirling around to spot a handsome, curly brown-haired man standing in the corner of your kitchen. It didn't take long for you to realise the man standing casually in your kitchen was Harry Styles. And also that you were just wearing some lace pants and a small top.

"What the fuck?!" you squeaked, watching him as he unashamedly checked you out. Your brow furrowed at this.

"Hey, eyes up here mister," you said gesturing to your face and he held his hands up.

"Sorry love," he smirked, his Mancunian accent sending shivers down your back even though you tried not to let it show. Instead you eyed him warily before calling out for Sarah.

"SARAH?"

"Yeah?" she called from down the corridor.

"Why the fuck is Harry Styles in my kitchen," you inquired and Harry laughed out loud at this. His eyes shined when he took in the sight of you. He would happily tell anyone now that he immediately fell in love with you when he saw you in the kitchen that day. You weren't overwhelmed by his presence and you just treated him like any other person. You had looked so beautiful standing there that he wanted to reach over and kiss you straight away.

"Oh shit sorry, forgot to mention, we're just stopping to grab some equipment. Do you remember where you put those spare mics I bought?" she inquired like it really wasn't a big deal that one of the most famous men in the world was currently staring at you in your underwear.

"They're in the storage cupboard. Also maybe next time you wanna let me know there's someone coming round before I charge into the kitchen in just my knickers," you yelled back and Harry was full-on cackling now. The whole situation was hilarious to him.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," she apologised as she came rushing into the kitchen, going red when she saw your state of undress and Harry laughing into his hands in the corner.

"Uh, this is my roommate and best friend, Y/N," she introduced you. "Can you go put on some clothes?" she hissed at you as you leaned against the counter, eyeing up Harry. He raised an eyebrow as if to say 'go on, do as you're told,' but you hardened your stare and shook your head.

"No, I'm quite happy like this. My flat, my rules," you countered, turning around to continue making some toast.

"You're unbelievable," she tutted sending an apologetic look to Harry. "Come on H, we're going, could you grab that box over there?" she asked as she marched out of the kitchen. You knew you'd get a bollocking later but you didn't really mind. It had been fun to mess with both of them.

"Bye Y/N," he said, smirking at you as he went and when he left, you gripped the counter, hard. He was gorgeous, you had to admit but you knew if you pursued him, you would fall in love with him. You had form. You weren't supposed to fall in love with people like Harry, you were too wild for people like him, too spontaneous and too free. You weren't sure he would be able to tame you.

"Is that who I thought it was?" the sound of your other flatmate's voice broke you out of your deep thought.

"Uh, if you mean Harry Styles, then yes it was," you confirmed and she took in your current outfit.

"Y/N, please don't tell me you had your whole arse out when he was here."

"Oh you know I absolutely did."

It had been a couple of weeks since the kitchen incident. Predictably Sarah had given you a telling-off when she got home that day but as usual, most of it went over your head. As much as she tried to tame you, she had never really managed to stop your wild and crazy nature.

However, you hadn't stopped thinking about Harry. His green eyes and stupid smirk found their way into your head at all times of the day and you desperately wished it didn't. Even though you had only shared a couple words with each other, there had been an undeniable tension between the both of you.

"Y/N, I swear to god, stop bloody smoking," Sarah chastised you as she passed you on the steps up to the front door of your flat building, breaking your chain of thought. You smiled up guiltily as she marched passed you, stubbing out the butt of your cigarette.

"Sorry," you mumbled and she rolled her eyes.

"You're not. Anyway, have you got a shift tonight?"

"Nah, Andrew let me have the night off for once," you told her and she grinned wide.

"Brilliant! You're coming out," she told you as she unlocked the door and you jumped up in excitement. You would never say no to a night out.

"Yes, where are we going?!" you babbled excitedly.

"We are going out with the band. And Harry," she explained and your mouth dropped open.

"What?" you asked incredously. People like Harry Styles didn't go on a night out with people like you.

"You heard me. So please Y/N, I am literally begging you, be on your best fucking behaviour, I work with these people," she pleaded and you nodded, knowing that it was important for Sarah that she impressed these people, and you had been known to go a little crazy on nights out, often not trudging home until the sun had risen or was rising.

"I pinky promise," you said seriously holding out your pinky. You and Sarah had a rule from when you were kids that pinky promises were very serious. You didn't ever break a pinky promise.

"Thank you. Now go shower, I'm not taking you if you stink like smoke."

"It was one cigarette! I've only had one this whole week," you tried.

"One too many. Go!" she slapped your butt as she pushed you in the direction of the shower. Grumbling you went off to make yourself look presentable, as per Sarah's demands.

As you stood under the hot water, it came crashing down on you that you were about to go out with a proper celebrity. While you didn't really see him as such, it was still kind of a cool realisation. You emerged from the shower ten minutes later and opened the door to find your flat in an utter meltdown. Clearly, Sarah had told your flatmates who would be joining you tonight and it was like someone had let a fox loose in a chicken coop. There were clothes everywhere, people yelling and the distinct smell of something burning. You chuckled as you made your way to Sarah's room.

"Have you seen the carnage you've created?" you chuckled as you poked your head around the door and she giggled in response.

"Yeah, my bad."

"Where are we going tonight? Wanna chose the right outfit," you asked already planning a fit in your head.

"Pub near Harry's house. They have live music on Friday and Harry says it's really good fun," she explained and you nodded.

"Ok so smart casual then?" You got a thumbs up in response.

You went back to your room, pulling everything out of your wardrobe as you usually did when you were going out. However, you could feel yourself trying a bit harder tonight and even though you would never admit it, it was for Harry. Eventually, you pulled together an outfit and headed downstairs to find your secret bottle of Tequila. You then dashed up to Ellie's room, who was one of your flatmates.

"Wow, you look hot," she complimented as you entered the room, doing a little twirl for her. You were wearing a tight black waistcoat with matching loose trousers.

"Liquid courage?" you offered, holding up the bottle and she nodded quickly.

"God yes," and you chuckled as you poured out the shots.

Three tequila shots and one telling-off later, the four of you were walking to the tube station, all giggling and talking nervously about the night ahead. You could tell that Sarah was bricking it, so you held her hand tight the whole way on the Tube, despite it being very hot and sticky. You finally emerged in Hampstead, and walked briskly to the pub, slightly running late as you usually were. You quickly arrived at a very busy-looking pub, exactly what you were hoping for. People were milling about on the street smoking and Sarah gave you a warning glare. You pushed the doors open and were met with a very lively atmosphere. Sarah quickly spotted the band in the corner and dragged the three of you over, dodging around already quite drunk people.

"There she is!" one of them exclaimed when he spotted Sarah and everyone turned to your little group. You were all quickly introduced to each member of the band, and you paid keen attention to Mitch when you met him, sizing him up a bit until Sarah saw what you were doing and kicked you under the table. Harry, however, was nowhere to be seen. You didn't want to ask, not wanting to seem too eager but you were a little disappointed he wasn't there.

"Do you guys want a drink?" Adam offered as you all settled down on the table and you all nodded.

"Well you could have offered earlier," you hear a deep gravelly voice from behind you. Turning around you met the gaze of the man you had been hoping to see.

He was carrying a couple of drinks that he had obviously just gone to get and he rolled his eyes as he set them down in front of his band members.

"Uh ok, what does everyone else want," he asked, getting ready to go back to the bar. You shook your head.

"Don't worry Harry, I'll get them, you sit down," you told him, getting up off your seat to go to the bar. You knew your flatmate's orders anyway so it made more sense.

"No, it's fine, I'm already up," he responded.

"So am I."

"Sit down, I'll get them, it's on my tab," he argued back.

"No really it's fine..." you started before Mitch groaned.

"For god's sake, both of you go. Stop bickering," he grumbled and you chuckled before shrugging at Harry, agreeing to go to the bar with him.

You squeezed back through the throngs of people to get to the bar, Harry following close behind. You didn't miss the way his eyes flickered over your figure and your outfit and you certainly didn't miss the way his hand landed on the small of your back as you waited in the queue for the bar. You raised an eyebrow at him but he just smirked, so you let him keep his hand there. It felt nice anyway.

"Glad to see you've dressed up for me this time," he joked and you glared back.

"Right, to be fair, it was my flat and I wasn't exactly expecting you to be lounging about in my kitchen," you explained and he laughed.

"Don't worry love. It was a nice surprise," he whispered the last part in your ear.

"What's your game here Styles," you challenged him, knowing he was definitely trying something with you.

"What game, there's no game," he acted innocent as he fought the smile from growing on his face.

"Sure," you said, not believing a word. The bartender came over at this point, and you happily turned your back on Harry, giving the man your order.

"On my tab please," Harry added from behind you as you placed your order and you whirled around.

"No it's fine, I can get our drinks," you implored but he shook his head.

"I organised the night, I'm paying for the drinks," he argued and you smiled.

"That's very kind," you thanked as the bartender handed over your drinks and he smiled back in response, but this time it was a genuine smile, unlike his usual cheeky one.

"No worries. Pass me those two, I'll carry them," he insisted as you struggled to carry all four. You passed him the two and you walked back to the table where everyone was getting along tremendously.

As soon as your butt hit the seat, your social side came out as well as your need to please people and make them like you. You began to engage in animated conversation with everyone at the table and soon you were having a very enjoyable debate with Mitch, Sarah, Adam and Harry. Harry was slightly in awe of how likeable and joyful you were. You managed to coax laugh after laugh out of everyone on the table and you were so charismatic. He watched as everyone basically fought for your attention, which you happily gave. You were so animated when you spoke and he found himself hanging onto every word. You dominated the conversation but everyone was happy to let you, wanting to hear what you had to say.

The night went on, everyone growing tipsier and tipsier and growing louder and louder. Even Sarah had let her hair down a bit which was quite unlike her. Usually took a lot of coaxing from you, but it was such a good atmosphere tonight that she couldn't help herself.

The live band started at around 10, and soon you found yourself on your feet with the rest of the pub as everyone began to dance. You were dancing with your flatmates, apart from Sarah who was giggling away with Mitch in the corner. Your dance moves weren't the best, but you didn't care, you were having fun and that's all that mattered. Harry, Adam and Clare were all dancing as well, just as goofily as you. The drinks kept flowing though and you could feel yourself gravitating towards Harry as you continued dancing and you couldn't stop yourself. You didn't want to.

Around 11, Harry and you were returning from the bar to the dance floor when he grabbed your hand and pulled you off to the side.

"What are you doing?" you inquired as he pulled you away from your friends.

"Stealing you for myself for a minute," he explained as he looped his arms around your shoulders, pulling your back into his chest. You secretly smiled at the move and sipped on your drink coyly as you leaned back into him, both of you swaying to the slower song that was currently playing. You couldn't help yourself, the feeling of being in his arms was like nothing else and you really wanted to whirl around a kiss him. However, you could feel Sarah's piercing gaze on you and you knew you were probably being watched by the whole group. It seemed Harry had realised too.

"You smoke?" he whispered in your ear and you nodded.

"Come outside," he ordered and you nodded again, happy to go wherever with him. He grabbed your hand again and pulled you outside to the quiet smoking area, getting away from all the watching eyes.

"What are you up to Harry?" you chuckled nervously as you reached to grab a cigarette. He quickly plucked it from your fingers, laughing when you made a pathetic attempt to get it back.

"You shouldn't smoke."

"Yeah I know, but you literally invited me out here to smoke," you grumbled, trying to get your cigarette back.

"Oh Y/N," he smirked as he walked towards you, you walking backwards until your back hit the wall and he was towering over you.

"We both know that's not why we're out here," he whispered and you gulped nervously. Your stomach was tingling with arousal and all you wanted to do was lean up and press a kiss to his plump lips. However, you stood your ground, a playful glint in your eye.

"Hm, I'm not really too sure. Care to let me in on the secret?" you teased and Harry rolled his eyes.

"I'm wanna kiss you," he declared and you nodded quickly, wanting nothing more. He almost groaned out loud before he kissed you hard, and your breath was taken away by how deep the kiss was. His hands came up to cup your cheeks and pull you closer to him as your hands snaked around his back as you swirled your tongue over his, moaning when his hands snaked down your back to grab your arse.

"Fuck Harry," you gasped as you pulled back, both of your pupils blown wide by lust. He began to kiss slowly down your neck, sucking lightly at some points and you cursed loudly, wanting more and more.

"Please," you whimpered and he looked at you, smirking.

"What d'you want love."

"Want you," you panted and he grinned widely, your voice music to his ears. He leaned in again and pressed another deep kiss to your lips before pulling away.

"You wanna come home with me?" he whispered and you nodded again. You knew it was a bad idea and you knew it probably wouldn't end well but you wanted him so badly. Your core was throbbing with arousal and you could feel yourself becoming wet between your thighs.

"Stay here. I'll get our stuff," he said quickly, before turning back to the door of the bar and disappearing inside. You knew it was best if just Harry went, Sarah would probably be very displeased at where you were going right now. You didn't care though, you desperately wanted to be with Harry. You were already addicted to the feel of him and you needed more.

He emerged from the pub a couple minutes later, looking slightly flustered but holding your coats.

"Sarah had a go at you didn't she," you guessed and he chuckled as he nodded.

"Surprisingly enough, yes, she did," he replied as he came up to you, pressing a light kiss on your lips before handing you your stuff. You blushed slightly at the affection and he smiled gently before taking your hand in his and tugging you towards a private road just round the corner from the pub.

You both keep stopping for shared kisses along the way, Harry pressing you up against all sorts of things, the postbox on the corner of the road, the broken telephone box, the bus stop and he almost pressed you against a bin before you put a stop to it. He couldn't help himself, he didn't want to stop touching you.

You eventually arrived at a big white brick house, that was hidden behind a huge gate. You marvelled at the size as Harry discreetly unlocked the gate and pulled you up the driveway. You almost tripped up the stairs as you walked to his front door, Harry smirking slightly as he held the door for you.

"Y'Alright there?" he chuckled. You flipped him off in response and he glowered at you. The minute the door closed, he grabbed your waist and pushed you up against the door, you gasping at his actions.

"Watch your attitude," he hissed. You knew he wasn't being serious but his tone and his demeanour had you weak in the knees. He attached his lips to your neck again, sending goosebumps up your arms and neck.

"Want you, Harry, want you so bad," you moaned as his hands slipped under your waistcoat, groaning in annoyance when the tight material stopped them from travelling up to where you wanted them the most.

"Fuck," he groaned before pulling you away from the door and leading you upstairs. He reached a door at the end of the corridor and flung it open, almost yanking you into the dark room. You barely had time to take in your surroundings when Harry slammed the door behind you and grabbed your hips to push you onto the bed. He stood above you, standing between your knees and he cupped your chin slightly so you looked up at him. He almost gave out at the knees when you looked up at him with those beautiful wide eyes, eyelashes batting at him innocently.

"You're something else, love," he breathed, admiring your beauty. He frowned when you reached up to undo the button on his trousers, but before you got to unbuttoning them he pushed you back on the bed and crawled over you so your noses were touching. He grabbed your hands and locked them down on the bed with his.

"Did I say you could do that?" he growled and you shook your head nervously, thighs slick with arousal from this sudden show of dominance. He smirked at your submission before leaning down to kiss you, grinding his crotch against yours as he did. You groaned loudly at the friction and his grip on you grew harder.

"I wanna taste you," he murmured in your ear.

"Please," you stuttered, wanting nothing more than to feel his tongue against your core. He placed one last gentle kiss on your lips before crawling off the bed again. Suddenly he roughly dragged your body to the edge of the bed, so your legs were dangling off it. You yelped at the sudden movement, your heart pounding at his rough nature. You couldn't get enough. He fell to his knees in front of your legs, undoing the button on your pants so he could grab the hem of them and yank them down. His mouth watered at the sight of your clothed folds, a wet patch visible on your lacy underwear. He placed soft kisses on your thighs, nipping them slightly to leave marks, you becoming a writhing mess on his bed as a result of his torture. Eventually, after many pleas from you, he skimmed the hem of your panties and hooked his fingers under them to pull the down achingly slowly. He groaned out loud at the sight of your soaked folds, glistening and ready for him. He wasted no time in hooking your legs over his shoulders and delving his tongue into your centre, you throwing your head back at the sudden contact, crying out his name. He circled his tongue around your clit before lapping up your wetness. You were gasping and moaning as he devoured you, gripping hard onto the bed sheets out of sheer pleasure. No one had ever eaten you out like this before and it was incredible.

"God Harry!" you almost screamed as he moved one of his hands from your thigh to insert a finger inside you, adding to the growing pressure growing in your stomach. He slowly pumped it in and out, adding another finger when he knew you could take it while continuing to pleasure you relentlessly with his tongue. You knew you couldn't last much longer, the pressure in your stomach becoming more and more intense by the second. You basically sobbed as your orgasm came crashing through you, your back arching off the bed as Harry worked you through it, sucking harshly on your clit as your body shook.

"Fucking hell," you gasped as came down from your high, Harry lifting his head off your dripping folds.

"You taste incredible love," he cooed as he placed a kiss on your lower stomach, admiring your flushed body. You pushed yourself up on your elbows as you tried to slow your breathing as he unhooked your legs from his shoulders. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head, and you shamelessly admired his toned chest full of tattoos. He saw the hunger in your eyes and his cock strained against his trousers.

"Move back," he ordered and you complied, shuffling yourself around so you were leaning against his headboard.

"That needs to come off," he continued, gesturing to your waistcoat.

"So do those," you cheekily replied back, referring to the brown flares he was wearing. They fit his waist incredibly well and you had almost been drooling at him in the pub.

At your attempt to order him around, he moved quickly to the bed and was hovering over you in a flash, a tight grip on your jaw.

"You first darling. Only good girls get what they want," he rasped sinfully and you almost came right there. His voice was much lower and more gravelly than usual. Quickly, you undid the buttons of your top, all while holding eye contact with him. Your top flapped open, revealing your bare chest and Harry swiftly ducked down and latched onto your nipple with his mouth. Your hands threaded into his hair as he did so, tugging harshly generating moans from Harry. He continued to lavish your chest but you were desperate for more. So you lifted your hips up and pushed them into his. He lifted his head from your chest rapidly.

"Watch it," he warned but you were feeling dangerous. Smirking at him, you did it again and he snapped. He sat back and grabbed your hips to flip you over, delivering a sharp slap to your arse as he did so. You moaned loudly at the stinging sensation as he tugged on your hips to bring you up onto your hands and knees, your bum pressing hard into his crotch. He quickly undid his trousers and pulled down his boxers, then leaned over your back to whisper in your ear.

"You sure," he asked gently, needing your consent over everything.

"Absolutely," you assured him and he gently kissed your shoulder before reaching around you to grab a condom and slid it on. He slowly pushed into you from behind and your arms nearly collapsed from beneath you at the feeling of being so full.

"Fuck," you cried out, feeling deliciously stretched.

"Took me so well love," Harry praised as he began to slowly thrust in and out of you, burying himself deep inside you with every move.

"Faster Harry, please," you begged, the slow pace he had set making you want him even more.

"As you wish darling," he said before pulling your hips into him faster and speeding his thrusts up. He leaned over you as he thrust quickly into you, so your back was pressed against his chest. He kept one hand on your hip while the other was gripping onto the headboard. You leant your head back to rest it on his shoulder, as he harshly sucked the supple skin on your neck leaving dark purple marks. He finished attacking your neck and straightened up again, but as he moved his hand from the headboard, you grabbed onto it, placing it gently on your throat. You looked at him over your shoulder to check he was ok with it and his eyes were ablaze with lust. You gave his wrist a quick squeeze and he began to apply pressure with his hand, lifting up your head slightly. He looped a hand around your waist to bring you onto your knees, so he could have a firmer grip on your throat, but still continued to thrust into you. You arched your back so he could get a good angle and he began pounding into you, hard, squeezing your throat slightly as he did. You were gasping loudly, tears streaming down your face from the feeling of it all, and Harry was whispering a mix of curses and praises in your ear. Using his hand looped around your waist, he slipped his hand down to rub your clit, providing the exact stimulation you needed for your orgasm to come rushing through you for a second time.

"Harry!" you choked out as you came for a second time, his grip on your throat loosening a bit. You couldn't hold yourself up anymore and fell down onto the bed, but he gently pulled out of you and turned you over. He softly kissed your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he slowly pushed into you again, although his thrusts were losing rhythm as he neared his orgasm.

"Did so good love, you were perfect for me," he whispered sweet praises in your ears as he continued to push into you.

"Cum for me," you purred in his ear as you looped your arms around his shoulders to pull him into you, legs locked around his hips. He buried his face into your neck as he sped up his thrusts, moaning loudly into your skin. Eventually, he let out a cry and almost collapsed on top of you as he spilt into the condom.

"Fuck," he whispered as his movements stilled, still inside you, trying to catch his breath. He pressed a light kiss to your shoulder as he slowly pulled out, you whining from the loss of something inside you and he smirked.

"Needy," he chuckled as he collapsed beside you, pulling off the condom before tying it and dropping it in the bin beside his bed. You felt too spent by the whole experience to be able to even move a muscle and Harry realised this.

"You alright love," he checked and a big smile grew on your face as you nodded slowly.

"Never better," you rasped, voice a bit rough from him choking you.

"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up," he replied tenderly, rising from the bed to help you get up. He scooped you up in his arms, you nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. He carried you through to his bathroom where he set you down on the open toilet and let you do your business while he started running you a bath. Your heart swelled at the gesture, no one had ever given you aftercare quite like this before.

You finished peeing and flushed the toilet, slowly wobbling over to the sink to wash your hands. Harry saw you struggling to stay upright on your shaky legs and quickly walked over to you to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

"Thank you," you whispered lazily as he pressed a small kiss to your head, and led you over to the warm bath he had prepared. He helped you in before he got in behind you, letting you rest your weary head on his chest. You felt so at peace and relaxed but also your heart was pounding loudly. You felt like you were beginning to like him a bit too much. Yes, he was undeniably gorgeous and incredible in bed, probably the best you had ever had, but he was also kind and funny and caring and you really liked just being near him. You wanted to hear what he had to say, what he thought about things and you wanted him to hold you in his arms forever because it was the nicest feeling in the world. Before you had time to spiral over it, however, Harry distracted you as he began gently washing you with a sponge, making sure he got rid of all the grime and sweat you had accumulated from the pub and the sex. He carefully washed your intimate areas, knowing you felt extra sensitive down there at the moment before moving you forward slightly so he could wash.

Eventually, the water was beginning to go cold, so he slipped out of the bath, helping you out with him. You shivered slightly, so he quickly wrapped you up in one of his fluffy towels before going back into his bedroom, soon returning wearing some boxers and handing you a jumper and some old shorts. The clothes were a bit big on you, but they smelt distinctly of Harry and it felt like being wrapped in a big Harry hug when you put them on.

"You ok with staying over?" he asked, not wanting to overstep your boundaries. You nodded in response, even if you hadn't wanted to stay, you didn't think you'd be able to get home in the state you were currently in.

When you nodded, you swore you saw Harry relax his shoulders and let go of a breath he had been holding but you didn't think much of it. You were too tired. You both exited the bathroom and you crawled into his bed, gravitating towards him as he got in on the other side. Before you got comfy with him, you grabbed your phone to send a quick text to the group chat, to let them know you were safe but not to wait up for you. You blushed as their messages began flooding in, inquiring all sorts of details about your night with Harry, so you quickly shut off your phone and placed it on the nightstand. Harry was also scrolling on his phone, but he placed it down when your arm snaked across his chest and you rested your head on his shoulder.

"You're pretty," he whispered, admiring your gorgeous face and all the tiny little details on it. You blushed, hiding your face in his chest as he chuckled at your embarrassment.

"Stop," you whined, not knowing how to respond to his affection.

"Just telling the truth," he replied and you gazed up at him then, admiring his face too, his deep green eyes, his pointed nose and sharp chin. He was perfect.

"I think you're pretty too," you replied as you traced the outline of his swallows on his chest. It was his turn to look coy but instead of hiding his face like you had done, he leaned down and captured your lips with his, slowly moving his mouth over yours. It wasn't a passionate kiss by any means but it left you the most flustered out of all the kisses you had shared that night. It was a sweet kiss, gentle yet loving and that had you spiralling once again. You wanted him to kiss you like this forever and that's when you knew.

You were going to fall in love with this man.

part 2!

she's done it again, she's begun writing something as a oneshot and shockingly enough it's too long to just be one part. whoops. i think this might even have three or four parts. i like this a lot though and i hope you do too

sloane xx

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