#harry styles angsty blurb

[heartateasee]

“Tension”

famoushusband!Harry x you

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: very angsty (y/n & Harry fighting), choking, degradation, edging, slight bondage (wrists are held down by hands), a brief mommy kink and unprotected sex

Plot: You’ve been missing Harry since he was currently in LA on business, so he flies you in from your home together in NY (where you work). You attend a party together, and you end up walking up on something that Harry never intended for you to hear.

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The car was silent as you and Harry sat in the backseat. You were resting the back of your fingers against your lips as you stared out the window - body slightly turned to be facing the door instead of your husband. You were having a hard time even looking at him right now even though you knew he was glancing over to you every few minutes.

You were doing your best to remain calm, your sadness from earlier had now turned into anger, and you knew that if you opened your mouth to speak, you’d be creating a scene in front of the driver.

Once you saw the gates of your home, you felt a little better knowing you’d be somewhere familiar to deal with your emotions - regardless of the cause of your anger being with you. The car pulled up to the front door, and you thanked the driver before stepping out. Your heels crunched against the rocks in the driveway for a moment before you met the stone steps leading up to the front door.

You weren’t waiting for Harry. You didn’t want to wait for Harry. Truly, you wanted to get as far away from him as possible.

You had been together for almost eight years total, married for two, and never once did you think you’d hear him make the remarks about you that he had tonight. It caused you to spiral - it made you rethink your entire relationship.

Once you made it inside the house, you left the door open behind you as you walked up the stairs towards your bedroom. As you walked into the room, you heard the front door close, but you chose to ignore it - ignore him. You were standing by your vanity as you began to remove your earrings, tossing them into the drawer before discarding all of your other jewelry except for the set on your ring finger.

You stared at the two rings for a moment, sadness welling in your being before you heard Harry step into the bedroom.

“Can we at least talk about this, Y/N?”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you stated as you dropped your hand. “You feel the way you feel.”

Harry cleared his throat as he leaned against your dresser - arms crossed over his chest. “I misspoke.”

“Did you?” You laughed as you sat at the foot of your bed, beginning to undo the straps of your heels as you continued to avoid looking at him. “Because misspeaking is a word, or a sentence. Not an entire goddamn rant, Harry.”

You watched as he hung his head out of the corner of your eye - chin meeting his chest. “I didn’t mean for it to come out the way that it did.”

“That’s just another way of saying you misspoke.”

You pulled your heels off and dropped them onto the floor before propping your elbows up on your knees - practically burying your face in your forearms as your fingers ran through your styled hair.

“I just…I’m clearly sobered up now, but I had too much to drink. I was saying things that I didn’t mean,” Harry said as he shrugged off the jacket he had worn - draping it over the back of the armchair in the corner of the room.

Humming, you nodded at his words. “The fact that it took your friend to cut you off because they noticed I had walked up speaks volumes. You would’ve just kept going. I don’t care if it was the alcohol. Sober thoughts are drunk words - ever heard that one?”

You finally looked over to him, and you watched as Harry rolled his eyes. 

Now your blood truly began to boil.

“You don’t get to fucking do that, Harry. You don’t get to roll your eyes like that,” you stated, pointing a finger at him before sticking that same finger against your chest. “I have a right to be upset about this.”

You were fighting back your tears again as your hands began to shake.

These were the times that you truly hated being one of those individuals who cried when they were angry.

Harry pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he looked away from you, staring at the wall for a moment before speaking. “I just think you’re kind of overreacting right now.”

Mouth slightly gaping, you blinked at him - letting out a laugh of disbelief. “Overreacting? I’m sorry - how would you feel if you heard me saying what you said earlier?”

He didn’t say anything further, and you shook your head.

“You know what? I’m going to take a shower, and then I’m going to try and find a flight back to New York tomorrow. I really don’t understand why you flew me out here. Barely here for 24 hours,” you laughed again.

“Now you’re just being ridiculous,” Harry sighed, moving his head in disagreement as he ran his thumb above his brow. “I’m going into the studio.”

“Oh, yes, go downstairs and into the studio so you can write another song about how shitty you make me feel. My pain has brought you so much success, hasn’t it? You’ll just sing everything instead of talking to me like a man,” you snapped. 

It was quiet between the two of you, and you waited for Harry to say something, anything, but instead he just stared at you. Shaking your head, you spoke up again. “Don’t even bother coming back in here tonight. You can sleep in the fucking guest room.”

Standing up from the bed, you snatched your heels off the floor before heading into your en-suite - not even sparing Harry a second glance as you did so. You slammed the door shut and locked it, dropping your shoes to the ground as you rested both hands against it. Sucking in a deep breath, you allowed your forehead to fall to rest between your hands as your eyes slipped shut.

You hadn’t heard the bedroom door open back up, so you knew that Harry hadn’t left yet. After a moment, you heard the sound of him walking over to the door, and you opened your mouth to tell him to go away again, but you were met with the sound of him dropping his shoes off in front of it. The footsteps trickled away and got quieter, and you heard the bedroom door open.

“Fuck,” you heard him say sharply before the door clicked shut.

Your emotions fully took over after a few seconds, knowing that he’d be far away to not hear you, and you let out a sob of pain - pounding your fist against the door. This was the first time in your entire relationship that you doubted everything.

Pushing yourself off the surface, you approached the bathroom counter. You kept your eyes away from your reflection as you reached around to undo the zipper of your dress, pulling it down so that the garment dropped to the floor - leaving you in just your underwear. Heading over to the shower, you started it up, and while the water warmed you hung up your dress and discarded your underwear into the hamper.

Your hands shook as you pulled your hair up into a messy bun, and then you stepped into the shower.

As the water washed over your skin, you closed your eyes and did your best to push the events of tonight out of your mind, but that was easier said than done. You couldn’t stop seeing the look on Tyler’s face when he realized you had walked up on his best friend speaking poorly about his own wife. The tone of Harry’s voice rang in your ears, and a noise of distress escaped you as you dropped your face into your hands as it all came rushing back to you.

“I’m going to grab another drink, baby,” you had informed Harry as you dropped your arm from around his waist, and you pressed a kiss against his cheek. “Do you want another tequila?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed as he looked down at you. “Thanks, honey.”

Smiling, you stepped inside the house and into the kitchen so that you could grab both of you the proper refills. You had just flown into LA a few hours prior, and you practically had to rush to get ready for the two of you to make it on time, but you did it. Harry had surprised you earlier this week by telling you he had bought you a ticket to come and see him so you could attend this party with him. You had been missing him terribly, and it made your heart soar that he planned this all out on his own.

You were at the house of the VP at Columbia Records, and to be honest, you weren’t exactly sure what this whole party was about, but you were excited to accompany Harry nonetheless.

After topping Harry’s tequila off, and grabbing yourself another cocktail, you started back out onto the large patio where most of the party seemed to be hanging out.

Harry had now shifted from where you had left him, and you found him engaged in a conversation with Tyler, as well as a couple of women you hadn’t seen before.

“Thought you were coming to this party on your own, Harry,” you heard one of them say, and you stayed back a bit as you listened. 

“Yeah, well, my wife has been beside herself these past couple weeks while I’ve been here for work, so I decided to fly her out.”

“Didn’t take you as one to be into the needy types,” the other woman spoke up as she curled her long fingers around her wine glass, and you watched the way her eyes trailed over your husband.

Harry chuckled at that statement, running a hand up and through his curls. “She has been rather needy lately, I’m not going to lie,” he said, and you felt your heart fall into your stomach. “It’s not like me coming out here to LA for a few months was a shock to her - this had been planned out for months now. It’s not my fault she chooses to keep a job that ties her solely to New York. Last week all she kept saying on the phone with me was how much she missed me, and how she’d had a hard time sleeping since I haven’t been home. I’m hoping this quick little weekend trip helps nip that in the bud.”

You watched as Tyler’s eyes flickered over to you from where you stood behind Harry, and he cleared his throat. “Harry.”

“I’ve been gone for way longer before, and been way further away. At least I’m in the same country as her, for Christ’s sake. Just for once I’d like to call her, and have an actual discussion - not just hear her talk about how miserable she is without me being home there. So yeah, I guess needy would be the perfect way to describe her, and you’re right, I’m not usually one to surround myself with that type of behavior.”

“Harry!” Tyler said again, this time raising his voice, and you watched as Harry looked over to him.

“What?”

Tyler looked back at you as he pointed his finger over Harry’s shoulder in your direction, and you watched as Harry turned around - his expression immediately dropping once he realized you had just heard everything he had been saying.

“Y/N,” he said as you walked forward, and you shoved his glass of tequila to his chest.

“There’s your refill,” you mumbled, not even looking at him as you walked through the middle of the little group they had formed.

You heard the women snickering behind you as you continued to walk - heading towards the lounge chairs that lined the large swimming pool in the middle of the yard. It was a good distance away from where the party was really going on, so you knew you could be alone. Harry was continuing to call out your name as you walked, but he didn’t make any movement to walk after you.

That said enough.

New tears were beginning to mix with the warm shower water as you turned around to face the stream completely. You lazily washed over your body, and you scrubbed the makeup off your face before stepping back out of the foggy glass cubicle. You were grateful that the mirrors were now fogged up as well, not wanting to see your reflection, and you stepped back into the bedroom after wrapping a towel around your torso.

Your open suitcase still remained on the side of the bed from earlier when you were in a rush to get ready, and you dug through to find the pajamas you had packed. A knot formed in your throat when you realized you had only really packed your sexiest items. You figured the two nights that you and Harry would be spending together would’ve looked a little differently than tonight did. 

Sighing, you dropped the silky garments from your hands as you made your way into the closet, and you grabbed one of the boxes that was filled with some of your old t-shirts from throughout the years that you and Harry just hadn’t had a chance to go through yet. You pulled out a random shirt from your time in Las Vegas on a family trip - grateful that you always bought trip shirts so you could wear them as night shirts, having this one hit you right in the middle of your thighs once you tugged it on.

You walked back out to the suitcase, and you slipped on a pair of underwear as well before zipping up the luggage and pushing it up against the wall. Pulling the covers to the bed back, you slipped underneath them and propped up the pillows as you grabbed your phone, and you immediately pulled up the app to the airline Harry had bought your plane ticket through.

Browsing through flights, you realized that any flight that was leaving tomorrow was either going to give you an insane layover between your connecting flights, or it was going to cost almost double than what Harry had already paid. You groaned as you shut your phone off, tossing it into the bed next to you as you ran your hands over your face.

As you turned onto your side, pulling the covers right up underneath your chin, you slipped your eyes shut as you tried your best to get some rest. Maybe sleeping on this was what you needed to do rather than act irrationally, and end up doing something that you’d end up regretting in the morning. 

You just couldn’t help but continue to dwell on whether or not Harry had been sick of you for a while. From the tone of his voice tonight, and the harsh words that he was speaking, you figured your suspicions had to be correct. Maybe his investment in this marriage was dwindling away, and that in itself caused your stomach to churn. You squeezed your eyes shut tighter, and you shook your head as you tried to get your brain to stop.

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Your eyes fluttered open, and you realized you were still in the same position as when you first tried to fall asleep. You weren’t sure if you had been out for a few minutes, or a few hours, but when you glanced at the clock to see it was a little after five in the morning, you knew you had been asleep for at least two hours. You and Harry had gotten home a little after one, and with the argument and you taking a shower, you were sure you must’ve dozed off in the three o’clock hour.

Sitting up, you looked over your shoulder and saw the bed was still made and unslept, so you knew Harry had stuck by your demand of him sleeping in the guest room. You pushed yourself up to use the bathroom quickly, and while you washed your hands, you made the decision to go and  check on your husband.

You hoped that he had actually made it to bed, and that he hadn’t passed out downstairs on the couch in the studio.

As you approached the door to the guest room, you held your ear against it for a moment, but you were met with silence. You sucked in a deep breath as you opened the door as quietly as possible, and you peeked your head in to see Harry sprawled over the mattress on his back. The moonlight was just barely shining through the curtains to illuminate his figure, and you stepped into the room fully - shutting the door just as quietly as you opened it. 

You glanced to the chair in the corner to see both his dress shirt and dress pants draped over the back of it, so you knew that he was sleeping in just his briefs.

You made your way over to the bed and sat down on the side of it, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth as you slipped his left hand out from underneath the covers - placing it in your lap. Your eyes dwelled on the gold band around his ring finger, and you felt tears burning against your waterline as you ran your fingertips over it. His other rings had been discarded, and you figured they were down in the studio as you began to twist his wedding band around.

Blinking, you sent the tears down your cheeks as you bit down harder on your lip to try and conceal the sobs that wanted to leave you.

You were going to lose him. You were sure of it.

You hadn’t even noticed that Harry had woken up, but he remained still as he felt your hands roaming all over his left one, and he felt as you began to fiddle with his wedding band. He felt your body jolt just slightly, and that’s when he knew that you had to be crying. 

It caused his heart to ache, and he felt tears of his own pressing to the forefront of his lids. There was nothing he wanted more than to take back all the harsh words he had spoken earlier at the party. The tequila had caused his head to swim, and when he heard those women making comments about you being needy, he just snapped. He wasn’t sure why he allowed those comments to get under his skin.

Sure, you had been a little more open to him lately about how much you were missing him while he was away, but Harry knew that he loved hearing that from you. He missed you just as much as you missed him, and if he wasn’t such a fucking idiot, he would’ve expressed that to you. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t. He didn’t want you to feel alone in your need to always want to be together.

If he could have you with him every second of the day, he would. He loved you more than words could ever express, and that’s why he wasn’t sure if he could ever forgive himself for the nasty lies he had spewed tonight.

He was terrified that you would never forgive him either.

Swallowing harshly, he slowly sat up in bed, and you snapped your head over to look at him - your eyes meeting underneath the small bit of light that hung in the room. He brought his right hand up to cup the back of your neck, and as he used the leverage to bring your face closer, he could see the glistening of the tears coating the apples of your cheeks.

“Y/N,” he spoke, but you quickly shook your head.

You didn’t want to talk right now.

Your shaking hands lifted to cradle his jawline in your palms, and before you knew it, his hand on the back of your neck was now completely pulling you into him - lips clashing together.

His hand that was in your lap slipped underneath your shirt, grasping to your hip, and giving it a squeeze to signal that he wanted you even closer. Moving further onto the bed, you then straddled his waist, but your hands remained in the same places as your lips separated - tongues lapping over one another, and tracing patterns onto the roof of each other's mouths.

Harry’s fingers curled around your hip as you began to grind down against him, and you could feel that he was already growing hard underneath you - the only thing separating the two of you being your pairs of underwear.

The two of you knew this wasn’t a solution to the fight that happened earlier, but you were trying to push those thoughts away for the time being. Despite your anger, you still wanted him, and as angry as it made you that those feelings overpowered your want to scream at him, you couldn’t help but give in. You needed this.

You needed him.

You could tell that you were completely ruining your underwear as his hard length began to press just perfectly to your clit through the fabric, and you moaned into his mouth.

After a few more seconds, you both moved around so that you could remove the unnecessary undergarments - tossing them onto the ground before you were straddling him once more.

Sitting up a bit, you rested your hands on his chest as you rocked your hips back and forth, and you heard Harry groan as he cupped your hips in his hands to help your movements. You looked down to see his tip peeking out from underneath you every time you drew your hips back, and you could see that he was actively leaking precome onto the skin of his stomach.

You knew it wouldn’t be long until the need to have him inside of you would take over completely, so you decided to give yourself a bit of an advantage for once. You were going to be the one in charge. You were going to be the one to call the shots.

With your eyes looking back up to Harry’s face, you could see that he was already looking at you, and you watched as his eyes widened once your hand was wrapped around his neck - applying the smallest bit of pressure.

“Beg,” you demanded, stopping all other movements.

Harry let out a small gasp as you tightened your fingers just a little more against his pressure points, and his lips parted. You had never been in this position with him before. He was always the one to dictate the pace, so you knew that he was more than shocked to hear, and see you in such a way.

“Beg me to fuck you,” you told him, your tone unwavering as you continued to stay still.

“Y/N, I-”

“That doesn’t sound like begging,” you cut him off, shaking your head. “You must not want me that bad.”

“No, no, no,” Harry pleaded as you acted like you were beginning to move off of his torso, but your hand still remained firmly in place. “I need you, baby. I want you so bad. Can’t you see?”

Harry tilted his chin down to his stomach where you could see that he was still leaking, and you stared for a few moments before meeting his eyes once more. “Yeah, I can see the mess you’re making, you pathetic little boy. About to come on his own stomach without even properly having his dick touched, is that right? All because of a little bit of grinding.”

You started up the rolling of your hips again - wetting his cock with your steadily dripping arousal as you did so. “But still, that’s not enough to convince me. If you don’t get to properly begging me within the next few seconds, I’m going to have to go back to the other bedroom, and just take care of myself with my own hand.”

The whine that left Harry was unlike any other noise you’ve heard him make before, but it was the start of him actually showing you that he wanted this.

“Please, Y/N, I haven’t had you in almost a month, and you know I love how good you feel around me. The most delicious pussy I’ve ever had, and the only one I’ll ever want for the rest of my life. I was made just for you. Take me, baby, please. Use me.”

You didn’t speak anymore, and you now heard Harry whimper as his bottom lip began to tremble.

Smirking softly, you applied just a tad more pressure to his throat as you lowered your torso down onto his so you could speak directly into his ear. “Now who’s needy?”

With just the slight shifting of your hips, you completely sunk yourself down onto him - both of you moaning out as you felt him filling you up entirely. You could feel him stretching you out, the subtle burn causing you to wince as you continued to pant into his ear. After giving yourself a moment to properly adjust, you sat back up and braced your free hand on his chest as you began to ride him.

The angle had your clit massaging perfectly against his pelvis, and you threw your head back with a soft moan - digging your teeth into your bottom lip. 

“God, the sweetest little cunt,” Harry groaned, and you squeezed his neck the hardest you had all night.

“Shut up,” you gasped as you continued to move yourself up and down his shaft. “I don’t want to hear anymore talking from you, got it? But I would appreciate hearing you whine and moan like the needy boy you are.”

Letting up on his neck, you put more of your weight into the hand on his pec as you started slamming your hips down against his. You wanted relief, and you wanted it fast, especially after how emotionally worked up you had been all night.

At this point, you really didn’t even care if Harry got to come, and you decided you wanted to threaten him with that.

“I should just make you lay here, and watch me get myself off. And then when I come, at least twice, I’m going to stop. I’ll let you slide right out of me, and I’ll leave this room. I’ll make sure that you know that you wouldn’t be able to touch yourself either.”

Harry let out a large whimper at your words, and you smirked to yourself. He was giving you the exact reaction that you wanted.

“Does that make you upset to think about, Harry?” You continued to tease him. “That you haven’t been able to fuck anything but your fist this past month, and now that you have the sweetest cunt wrapped around you, you won’t even be able to finish inside of it? That I can take it away so easily?”

Harry’s face scrunched up, and if you weren’t mistaken, you were sure that you saw a few tears leaking from the corner of his eyes.

“That’s right, cry,” you chastised. “You’ve made me cry all fucking night. It’s about time I made you pay for that.”

You felt Harry’s prick twitch against one of your walls, and with one more thrust downwards, you felt yourself coming for the first time around him. Your ears were ringing, and your toes were curling as you felt your movements growing a bit sloppy as you rode yourself through your high completely.

“Oh, yes,” you moaned, thighs quivering as you started to come back down. “There it is.”

Worried that you were going to bruise Harry’s neck from how long you had been holding onto it, you moved your hands to where they both wrapped around his wrists, and you pinned them down onto the bed on each side of his head. You stared into each other's eyes as you continued to recuperate from your first orgasm, and once you felt your strength regaining, you started to ride him just as hard as you had before. 

Your mouth was gaping open from just how overwhelming the pleasure of just having him back inside of you after so long was. As much as you wanted that second orgasm, you also didn’t want this to end. 

You forced your eyes to stay open so that you could watch him, and you saw the tell of his own orgasm approaching - his eyebrows knitting together in the middle of his forehead.

“Don’t you dare,” you told him sternly, a groan escaping you at the end from how deep you felt him. 

“It hurts,” Harry whined, and you shook your head in response before he continued. “I want to come so bad. Please let me come, mommy.”

Your eyes widened at the term as Harry had never used it before in the entirety of your relationship together, but then again, you had never been this in control - not even close.

“No, I told you, you don’t get to come.”

A sob wrecked through Harry’s chest, and you could see that his nails were digging into his palms. Using the leverage of your hands still around his wrists, you worked yourself at a new angle against his leaking cock, and you started to feel the familiar twitching in your lower abdomen as your cunt pulsed around him.

“I’m gonna come again,” you spoke subconsciously as your eyes rolled back into your head, and this climax hit you even harder than the first.

Your body trembled as your movements started to slow down entirely, and your grasp on Harry’s wrists ceased to exist as you collapsed against his chest. With his cock still inside of you, but with no stimulation, you clenched down around him with every pulse you felt. You knew that if you didn’t get off of him soon, that he would still come from this.

With a newfound clarity after your two orgasms, you blinked your eyes open, and you pushed yourself up to hover your face over his once more.

“You can come,” you ghosted your lips over his before connecting just your top lips, and you felt him starting to fill you up with his come. 

Regardless of you letting him finish inside of you, you knew that it wasn’t the most satisfying orgasm for him. You didn’t milk his cock for everything he could give you as you usually would. You remained as still, and practically as loose as possible to make him suffer slightly. He still was a moaning mess underneath you despite all of it, and you expected for him to reach out and grab you in some way but his hands stayed right where you left them against the mattress.

After a few seconds, you began to shift on top of him, going to crawl off his torso, but that’s when Harry did move - his arms wrapping securely around your waist.

“Don’t go yet, please,” he whispered, and you felt fresh tears forming at the vulnerability you heard in his voice. “I want to hold you, Y/N. Just for a little bit.”

Swallowing the knot in your throat, you gave a nod as you laid back down against his chest - hands finding their home on his biceps. You shut your eyes, and you knew Harry was softening inside of you, and that your orgasms had to be making a mess of the sheets, but neither of you could be bothered to care.

You were still extremely hurt by what you heard earlier, but being in his arms like this again dulled the pain for a little bit - just like what happened a few moments earlier. 

“I should’ve never said those things about you, my love,” Harry spoke up again, his fingertips now grazing along the back of your neck. “I don’t know why I did, and I hope you know that I’m going to spend every second going forward trying to make you feel better. I know I can never take them back, no matter how much I wish that I could, but I need you to know that’s not how I feel about you - not in the slightest.”

You could tell he cut himself off due to the emotions rising in his voice, but once he cleared his throat he continued.

“You are everything to me, Y/N. My entire world. Nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, would matter to me anymore if I lost you. The thought terrifies me. Having to live without you is my biggest fear because you are the love of my life. It’s why I married you, and why I want to stay married to you until our last breaths. The day I married you was the day my life finally started to make sense. Yes, I have my fans, and my music, but I would give all of that up if that’s what allowed me to continue to keep you.”

Tears were now streaming down both of your cheeks as you listened to him, and you sniffled as you turned your head to rest your chin against his chest, and he tilted his own head down to look at you.

“Do you want me to do that? I can give it all up right now, if that’s what will make you happy.”

“Harry, baby, no,” you shook your head as you cupped one of his cheeks in your hand. “I would never ask for you to give your career up for me. You love what you do, and so do I. The overwhelming pride I get when I see you out on that stage is only comparable to one other thing in my life, and that’s the love that I know we have for each other. 

“What you said tonight did hurt me, and I was questioning everything from the time I heard those words until right now, but I trust you when you say that you didn’t mean them. I promise that I’ll try to be better during our phone calls. I’ll try not to complain as much about not being with you, and I can start keeping some things to myself if it’s going-”

“Stop that,” Harry stated as he moved one of his hands from around you to press the pad of his thumb against your lips. “I want you to be able to tell me everything. Don’t you dare filter yourself because of me. I’m a fucking idiot, Y/N, because I should’ve told you that when you tell me how much you miss me, I miss you just the same. You’re not alone in that. I also can’t hardly sleep without you being by my side, and knowing that you’re leaving on Sunday, and that I’m going to have to be here by myself for another month or two is almost unbearable to think about.”

Your bottom lip wobbled, and you saw his lips curl into a frown as his own tears started to coat his cheeks. “I miss you every second that I’m not with you, honey. I love you so much.”

Leaning forward, Harry’s thumb slipped from your lips, and you captured his mouth in a searing kiss. He let out a deep breath through his nose as his hands cupped your hips, and soon your tongues were wrestling for dominance before you could even process. 

You could feel Harry hardening inside of you again, and you encouraged it by starting the grinding of your hips once more.

“I love you too, Harry, and I want you to show me how much you miss me when we’re apart,” you whispered against his lips. “I want to feel it.”

The next thing you knew, Harry had you flipped onto your back, and he hovered over you as you let him consume you entirely for the second time that morning. It was in that moment that you knew everything would be okay, and that the love you had for each other was unchanging.

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[muffindaddystyles]

Y/N is jealous of Harry’s new date, and the realisation took years to rain down upon her and Harry.

warning: sad jealous angst, mentions of fever, screaming and crying, heartbreak inspired from Taylor Swifts “All too Well”.

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The dewy glow of Luna melts into her skin, twirls into tight notches upon her heart ever radiant than the beat of the small organ stitched into her chest as she watches the shadow of two figures dancing in the big window of Harry’s house. She reminisces the times they’d do the karaoke nights in their silly loose pyjamas and jam around his house like wild geese in the middle of night; he’d stuff his nose with popcorns to entertain her and had the goofiest smile etched across that clean beautiful face of his upon dragging out a laughter from his bestfriend.

His bestfriend. His ride or die. His cuddle stuffie. His partner in crime. His proud person. His soulmate. His Y/N.

Harry’s a firm believer of, “Your soulmate could be anyone. It doesn’t have to be your significant other always. For me it’s you Soapie.” He told Y/N when they were 19. On the rooftop of his mother’s house when they smoked a joint for the first time in their life. The clank of hollow bright red bricks was all it was heard as Y/N was about to trip from the slope of roof from the surprise itself and had their asses busted. Anne grounded both of them in one house which meant more of a disaster than anything else.

Her chapped lips whisks up into a smile as her glazed upon eyes reflects with the ghost of memories walking near her with every second of music getting louder and their giggles getting merrier.

It was that call. On her yellow coloured telephone. Wednesday, 12 A.M. End of the June. The violet swirl of clouds danced chaotically in the sky.

“Y/N what’s your favourite place to go out on a date to?” He asked, “What? Why? Our usual, why?” Her confused sleepy voice alerting her brain about the fishy-ness of the moment.

“Do you prefer me in suits or comfy clothes?” That made her stomach all squirmy. Tickles of an emotion unknown to her made her all giggly and shy. a school girl getting asked out on a date to her favourite Arcadian by her hot-shot crush.

“Comfy…, now tell me what’s it?” She all but smiles bashfully taking quaint deep breathers to prep herself for what’s about to come next.

She could hear his grin from the other side of phone, her supple fingertips scratching the yellow plastic cord of the phone in anticipation and her bottom rosy lip bounces from matching his grin.

“It’s a date–“ He sputters out and she cuts him off excitedly in true Y/N fashion,, “You’re asking me out on a date!?“

Those were never dates. They used to hangout for hours and hours more like practically living with each other and never without each-other but not dates.

You can call it whatever friends want to call it.

“Oi. I took you out on enough dates. This’s with the girl Florence introduced me to––“ She cut him off again, “…but you never told those were dates…” Sad pout pillowing atop her mouth, her brows meeting in a bewildered frown and her grip around the nip of her sleeping maxi looses from where she was holding it atop her thigh out of sheer excitement.

“Is she prettier than me?” Her eyelashes wets. How pathetic of her. She thought. From where these feelings of eerie jealousy and envy’s coming from? He has dated many girls before, but why now? Was it because he asked for her opinion that she figured it out he’s serious about whoever this person is? Or was that she’s entirely so in love and now raw to her feelings than before?

She can’t explain it at all.

Harsh slam of plastic against plastic echoed into her room as she put the end to the call and the concerned, “Y/N are you okay muffin?” rusted between the poor connection was all she heard in his caramelised soothing voice.

Today after two days of that heartbreaking call. Y/N walked to his house to show him that him going out with other people doesn’t effect her, she’ll be the same Y/N for him she was previously .

If it couldn’t be more painstaking before it’s now as she watched them in his house. Her hands shakes holding a container of glazed warm cinnamon rolls Harry loves to eat and her feeble cry weaves away along with the cold gust of wind as the first droplet of summer rain falls and dribbles down her neck making her numb to any kind of feeling rather than getting out squeasy airy laughs out of her.

The rain pours down at her infuriatingly, humming down the loud shaking sobs that suffocated her chest making her feel like a small cricket being drowned into a muddy splash while it’s in search of its home. The container of cinnamon rolls falls at Harry’s doorstep. the music halts to nothingness as the thunder roared against his windows and Y/N squeaks running back in the heavy rain from where she came from.

..

When Harry opens the door. His chest echoes with a sharp sound of a m drag, that of a knife stabbed in between two ripples of his rib-bones. A fallen container never seemed more sad than a fallen star and he looks over his shoulder to see the girl sleeping on his couch, a red scarf that of Y/N wrapped around her neck and a rush of guilt oozes in every of his pore. The urge to ask for it back politely surges inside him and the realisation settles deep inside the pit of his stomach.

He needs to see, Y/N.

..

On the other hand Y/N’s sneezing like a weasel train. High on fever as she caught cold. Trying to make a soup with a broken heart. The heart shaped note of a how to make a berry cake scribbled in Harry’s writing makes her paralysed in her spot, eyes wide awake with pools of sadness in them and the round plate in her hold falls and shatters against the floor as if the moon got split into two halves revealing a sky that of blankness.

His sweet disposition. His sweet care. His heart always making a home for her. All gone leaving Y/N alone.

She never thought she’d be here at 3 A.M curled into a ball feeling small on her kitchens yellow floor and the recall of memories eating her whole.

Clothes still soggy. Hair sticking to her neck. Body stinging against the coolness of tiles as she stares the the slight of refrigerator finding the blue light horrible and vexing to her core.

She screams. Shrieks practically like a sour bratty kid with her aching throat only to gasp into quit when her flats door clicks shut, accompanied by a worried booming voice of him.

“Y/N!? Soapie??” He rushes to her. On his knees in just seconds infront of her and his intestines pulls into itself when he sees the paleness on her, the dead glimpse of her eyes.

“Y/N – are you okay? I’m askin’ you–“ He bends over her to meet her stoic gaze, slithering his strong arm under her neck to sit her up and curses out loud in vexation when he finds her burning, “Fo’ fucks sake are you fuckin’ mad?” He scolds her, gasping in surprise when his knuckles brushes up her cold soggy dress.

His jaw falls apart. Arms in air. When her clothes made a smacking noise against his fully dried ones. Her elbows nurses around his throat as she pulls him down into herself, her cries fusing behind the sweet spot of his ear.

“Hey baby. Shhhh it’s okay yeah…?” He croons. Petting her wet hair lovingly and soothingly. Scooting her caringly into his lap and hugs her back, ever so tightly and warmly. No space for even a string to let through.

“I love you Harry. I’m so sorry. I love you.” In that moment every ounce of air sucks out of his lungs and all that’s left is the jelly softness of affection for his Soapie.

“S’okie if you don’t love me back– but b–…” She hiccups gasping a saccharine yelp as a red scarf muffles around her shoulders and she’s pulled close to his face where he could admire her as much as he wants.

“Couldn't you have said it before you silly?” He giggles. His thumb caressing her bottom swelled up lip and he doesn’t leave her to answer, levelling her head high that of his Queen and flowers his mouth against hers in an endearing kiss full of love.

“Oh me Soapie. You dunno how much I prayed to ‘ave you as my soulmate forever.” He confesses into the kiss and that just makes Y/N cry more.

There’s still so much to unfold. So many feelings, hurt, love and buried emotions of years but one thing’s sure that;

The pretty spotted Luna is evident of their loving confessions.

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[freedomfireflies]

Destiny

Summary: You’ll lose Harry on August 17th, 2029.

They’ll say it was a freak accident. That nobody could have seen it coming. Nobody could have stopped it.

But you can.

And you will.

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“I’m not sure. I swear, it was right here on the dresser.”

“I’ll have Anthony check again. We might be able to find a copy somewhere in the office. Or maybe we can find the file through email.”

“Yeah, that sounds good. Let me know. I was really looking forward to it.”

“Will do. Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”

Harry nods to his manager, who disappears down the corridor of the arena, before he leans against the wall and hangs his head.

Your heart hammers inside your chest as that familiar ringing returns to your ears. 

There he is.

He’s so close. So fucking close, you can almost smell his vanilla cologne. Can almost feel his soft curls run through your fingers or feel his lips on your neck.

Hear his voice in your ear.

Your body aches to be near him. Every muscle, every nerve-ending, every joint vibrates with the need to be close. To walk over to him, throw your arms around his neck, and bury your face in his chest.

To hold onto him one last time.

But you can’t. You made a deal.

You do this…and you move on.

Harry sighs to himself and looks back up at the ceiling, hands digging into his pockets.

You know what this means. He’s stressed. Aggravated over something he can’t control, and annoyed with himself for being unable to fix it.

In the future, when he'll get frustrated, you’ll press a kiss to his palm, whisper three, “I love you’s,” and count with him to ten.

He’ll remember to breathe, to relax, and to handle the problem one step at a time.

You wish you could do that now.

But this Harry doesn’t know you. He hasn’t met you yet.

He doesn’t love you yet.

And he never will.

You take a deep breath and glance down at the envelope in your pocket that you’d snuck from his dressing room. The same envelope Jeff is currently on a mission to find.

But he won’t find it. There’s no other copy in existence and there won’t be again.

You promised.

If he never goes on that trip to Italy, then he never meets Alexander. And if he never meets Alexander, then he never agrees to the tour around Europe. And if he never agrees to the tour around Europe, then he’ll never be in that car on August 17th at 5:03 P.M. 

He’ll never be flipped over seven times before the vehicle crashes into the wall.

He’ll never attempt to crawl to you and drag you to safety.

He’ll never realize he’s bleeding out faster than either of you can stop it, and he’ll never collapse onto the streets of Barcelona.

You’ll never lose him.

You made a deal that day. Some deity in the universe found you begging anyone that would listen to give you one more chance.

And they decided to give it to you.

They’d let you come back and keep him from finding that envelope. The very envelope that would set everything in motion.

They’d allow you to stop him.

They’d allow you to save his life.

Even if it means he'll never meet you.

Because you and he will bump into each other at a cafe in Paris on March 5th, 2025. He’ll already be waiting there to conduct a meeting with Alexander. The same meeting where they’ll choose the dates for the tour. 

The day they’ll choose to send him to Barcelona.

He’ll notice your dress first and he’ll stop you to tell you that it’s his favorite color. And you’ll blush wildly once you realize who he is and thank him profusely for taking the time to speak with you.

He’ll offer to buy you a croissant and you’ll laugh at his attempt at a French accent. Then you’ll part ways for about half an hour as he and Alexander talk while you return to your chai in the corner of the restaurant.

But he’ll stop by your small table before he leaves. He’ll tell you his name and ask for yours.

You’ll give it to him.

And from that moment on, neither of your lives will ever be the same.

You’d thought long and hard about the decision before agreeing to this second chance. Wondering if there was any other way you could warn him and keep him out of that car without having to lose him completely.

Destiny said no.

As long as your soul is intertwined with his, he will always meet the same fate. 

The only way to save him…is to let him go.

You hear Harry curse to himself as he runs a hand through his hair, tugging on it until he winces. 

The last fragile shard of your heart shatters when you see him drop into a crouch, head cradled in his palms.

“The fuck is wrong with me?” you hear him mumble, the hauntingly familiar question echoing between the empty arena walls until it finds you.

He’s asked himself that at least a hundred times throughout your relationship.

Your answer is always the same:

“Nothing,” you’ll whisper before taking him into your arms. “Nothing, H. You’re perfectly imperfect and I love you.”

He’ll melt in your embrace before allowing himself to sink into your body. “I love you.”

You’d give anything to offer him that comfort now.

Not that he’d know what to do with it.

Suddenly, his head lifts, eyes drifting around the white corridors in thought before they find you.

Your breath catches as you scramble to hide around the corner, pulse racing as you hear him stand, his shoes squeaking along the linoleum floors.

“Hello?”

Your eyes squeeze shut, back pressing into the wall. “Sorry,” you call, silently commanding him not to come over. “Just…looking for the bathroom. My bad.”

But you hear him approach. Hear his feet lead him to you in a way that almost feels…destined.

You’re frozen to your spot, acutely aware of the way you should be heading for the exit. You did what you came to do. He’s safe…and you need him to stay that way.

But you couldn’t resist one final look. One final glimpse of the man that had asked you to marry him only moments before getting into that damned car.

His head peeks out from behind the wall to look for you, brows raising when he sees the way you’re cowering away from him. 

“Are you all right?” he asks, and his voice holds the same compassion he’s demonstrated with you a hundred times before. Despite the fact that he doesn’t know you now…he still cares.

One of the many reasons you fell in love with him. His kindness for everybody.

“Yes, sorry,” you repeat, eyes falling to his shoes. You can’t look at him. “I just…couldn’t find the bathroom.”

“I get it.” He laughs. And the sound makes your stomach rip down the middle. “S’place is huge. You wanna go down this hallway, make a right, follow that hallway…and then it should be on your left.”

You nod without lifting your head. “Thanks. Sorry again for bothering you.”

“No, don’t be,” he insists. “I was just…taking a minute.”

“Yeah,” you reply, and your voice is small. Weighed down by the burden of your grief. “Sometimes we need a minute. Or two.”

“Or twenty,” he adds, chuckling again. “I swear, sometimes I think I have a handle on this shit, and sometimes…it feels like it's completely out of my hands. Like somebody else is pulling the strings and I’m just…along for the ride.”

Your throat constricts as the imminent tears rush to your eyes. “Yeah.”

He pauses and you can feel his eyes on the top of your head. He’s studying you. Your body language, your demeanor, your voice. Looking for something. Looking for what’s wrong.

He did this all the time when you were first dating.

Eventually, he learned to read you like a book.

“Seriously, are you all right?” he asks again, softer this time. Hoping to coax a real answer out of you.

No. No, you’re not all right. How are you supposed to tell him goodbye? How are you supposed to look at the man that asked you to marry him and see that he has no idea who you are?

And that he never will?

How are you supposed to walk through those double doors when you know that the moment you do…you’ll forget. You’ll forget him, you’ll forget your relationship, and you’ll forget the fact that you lost him.

And maybe that’s okay because at least then, you’ll forget that you watched him die. Forget that you watched the life leave his eyes as his hand went limp in yours.

He’d made you promise you’d be okay.

And it was the last thing he ever did.

You don’t know if he’d approve of this. You don’t think he would.

But you’d rather have his life than his love.

You take a deep breath and force your shoulders back. “Yes, sorry. Just taking a minute myself.”

He hums. “Yeah. I get that. Life is…hard.”

“Very,” you whisper before you trail your eyes to his.

He smiles.

And it almost guts you.

“Try…counting to ten,” you say as you take a step back, putting a lifetime of distance between you. “Whenever I’m upset, I just take a deep breath, hold it, and count to ten. And when I’m done…everything doesn’t feel so…loud.”

He seems intrigued by this premise, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a smirk as he nods once. “Yeah. I’ll try that.”

You nod yourself and turn on your heel. You don’t want to leave him but you can’t stay.

Destiny is calling you back.

You make it about three steps before a hand snatches onto your wrist and spins you around.

You know this touch. Know what it means, and you can’t force yourself to see him as he steps closer.

“Wait,” he murmurs, and there’s an urgency woven between each syllable that springs the tears to your waterline.

You go still.

"I know you..." he whispers, eyes trailing over the side of your face, "...don't I?"

Even now, the echo of his love calls out for you.

You swallow every truth you wish you could tell him, and slip yourself from his touch for the last time.

“You used to.”

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[harriet13lovely]

Lola- HS

Part 1- 6-7k words

Lola's whole purpose in life was to be the wife of the Don of the biggest Mafia in the world. Ever since she was a little girl she was told about Harry and how they would make the perfect couple when they got married later on life. Lola didn't know much about Harry himself, she had only heard story's about him and had had dinners with him and his family ever since she turned 15 four years ago. They were never allowed to talk outside of these dinners though, Lola was still too young and Harry was already too busy for anything apart from work.

Since she was to be Harry's wife, his family had always provided for her. They made sure she was placed in the best schools and had all the best pieces of clothing and makeup. Harry's mom would take her shopping once a month for anything she could want. Once she turned 16 she was given a credit card that was funded by Harry, it had no limit so she could spend as much money as she wanted. Lola rarely ever used it, her parents gave her money too so she found no interest in spending Harry's money.

Lola was as of three hours ago officially 19. She had been awoken by knock on the door at around 8:30. It was her mother and father, they had breakfast and a boquete of flowers with them. After congratulating her they talked for a while as she ate breakfast. At 9 her parents left her to begin getting ready, Lola took a shower and did her skincare. Once she was done she walked out of her room and took a look out her window. Her party was being set up outside in the garden of her house. She could see her mother talking with the party organizers and one of the contractors that had provide all the utilities.

"Come in." She said after hearing a knock on the door. She turned around as the door opened and found her little brother standing there. He was still in his pjs and looked like he had just woken.

"What's up?" Lola asks him but gets no response, instead he walks over to her and wraps his arms around her waist. He was only 8 and was incredibly affectionate. Still too innocent to the world they lived in.

"Happy Birthday." He says and looks up at her.

"Thank you." She bends down and picks him up. Even though he was getting bigger and taller by the day, to Lola he was still a baby. She was 11 when he was born and she very much saw him as her own kid. He wrapped his arms around her neck and legs around her waist.

"I heard that you're leaving." He whispers.

"Who told you that?"

"Dad was talking about it over the phone. I don't want you to leave." He hugs her tighter and it makes Lola want to cry, the last thing she wants to do is to leave him alone. But she truly has no choice, Harry would most likely propose to her at the party and she would have to say yes. After that she would have to move in with Harry and plan the wedding with him.

"I won't lie and say that I'm not leaving because I am. But I will be here every weekend with you, mom, and dad. You won't even notice I'm gone." She walks over to her bed and sits the both of them down.

"It won't be the same." James says and begins crying.

"James, I will always be your big sister and you will always be my baby brother. I'm always gonna be here for you Jamsie." Lola wipes the tears that where falling from James's eyes.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Lola played him a movie on her TV while she got ready for the day. She had changed right after her shower into cream shorts and a navy blue jumper. She let James "do" her makeup in hopes it would cheer him up. And it did, he became a giggling mess after smudging a lot of blush all over her nose.

"Lo, Emma is here." Her mom said as she opened the door to her bedroom. Emma was Harry's mom, she had been involved in Lola's life since she was a baby. She cleaned off the blush from her nose and put on her shoes.

Lola walked downstairs to the living room and found Emma sitting there talking with the organizer of her party who looked rather stressed. She felt bad for the man, the pressure he must feel from her mom and Emma must be getting to him.

"There's the birthday girl!" Emma stands up and wraps her arms around the girl. "Happy birthday, Lola."

"Thank you."

"We need to get some last minute confirmation on the music you would like to be played." The organizer said and pointed to her notebook. Lola took a seat next to him and begin to list off some songs she would for sure want to be played. They spent half an hour doing that, after that she was directed outside to personally inspect the decorations in the tables and the food that would be served later on.

"Harry is coming, right?" She asked Emma as they where watching people put the flower arrangements together.

"Of course, he wouldn't miss it for the world." Emma gives her an encouraging smile and wraps her arm around her shoulder.

Lola continues to supervise the whole set up with Emma until she is sent off for lunch at 12. She eats some pasta and chicken and watches some TV with James and her dad. At 1:30 the crew that was doing her makeup and hair arrived to begin to get her ready for the evening. She would be having two different outfit changes, a pale yellow minie dress and a baby pink long flowy dress. The shorter dress would be used during the cocktail/ day side of her party, the longer dress would be used during the night time of the party. Both of these dresses had been chosen in between Lola, Emma, and Lola's mother.

The party would officially start at 5 but they wanted Lola to be ready by 4 so she could take pictures with her family before the party. Her hair was curled into beach waves and her makeup was mostly glittery and with soft pastel tones in the corner of her eyes. Her heels are plain white and had some pearls on the straps.

"You look perfect." Emma says as he looks at her. Emma was now changed and ready to go for the party too. Her blonde hair was put into a half up half down style and her sage green dress looked absolutely stunning on her.

"Thank you, you look amazing too."

"There is someone for you downstairs."

Emma had a cheeky smile on her face so that could only mean one thing, Harry. Lola walks down the stairs and in fact finds Harry in the living room talking to her father. He was wearing a dark blue, almost black, suit with a loose white shirt underneath. He had his usual cross necklace dangling around his neck and a pair of black sunglasses pulling back his curls. He stands up from his seat and walks towards her.

"Happy Birthday." He says to her and gives her a quick hug. Even with heels she was still shorter than him so she had to look up at him a bit to meet his eyes.

"Thank you."

"You two look so cute together." Anna, one of Lola's younger cousin's, said. This earned her a slap on the arm by her mother but that didn't take the smile off of her face. Harry's and Lola's "love" was something that people in the mafia looked up to. They were meant to be the perfect match, this was at least what they showed to the others. In reality, Lola didn't even know Harry's favorite color or ice cream flavor.

"Can I take some pictures of you two outside?" A man with a camera asked them. Harry nods and leads Lola to the garden.

Lola stands beside Harry as they take pictures. His right arm wrapped around her waist. They had never been this close before, the most they ever got to was sitting next to each other during dinner. They take a couple more pictures before Harry leaves to take a business call. Lola took some solo pictures and with her family before heading back inside so she can welcome the guests as they come in.

Lola doesn't see Harry again until dinner is served at 7. Harry took a seat next to her in the head table where only close family was sitting at.

"I like this dress more." He whispers into her ear, she was now wearing her pink dress. The dress made her look like one of those fairytale princess and Harry really liked that. Lola smiles up at him, she was hoping he would like her dresses.

"I'm glad." Harry shifted on his seat and that's when she saw it. Inside his pocket was a small white box, he really was going to do it that night. Lola felt her heart stop for a minute, she had been expecting it but now that it was really happening it scared her quite a bit. Once they got engaged the wedding would be close to come and as soon as that happens they would begin to try for children. Her duty was to provide Harry and the mafia with an heir. Same way that Emma provided Harry as heir she would too. It was all dawning on her too quickly to the point she begin to feel like she was suffocating. Her heartbeat was the only thing she could hear and the room felt too warm for her comfort.

"I'm going to use the restroom." She stands up and walks towards the house quickly. She manages to get to her room before she fully starts to hyperventilate. She sits on the edge of her bed and holds onto her mattress. She hadn't even noticed she was crying until a knock on the door took her out of her trance.

"I'll be out in a sec." She says to whoever was outside.

"It's Harry." He doesn't wait for any sort of response before opening the door and walking into the room. He had never been in her room before so this was a completely new environment for him. She had a lot of posters and vinyls all over her walls. He also noticed that the dominating colors where white and pink.

"Oh, hey." Lola says as she wipes her tears.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'm just being stupid."

"You're not, and I can tell that there is something wrong."

"I saw it, the... the box."

"Oh." Harry doesn't really know how to respond, he thought it was to be expected for him propose that day.

"Can I see it?" She asks, Harry hums and takes the box out of pocket. He opens it before passing it Lola. The stone on the ring was large and shiny, something that would definitely make Lola stand out.

"It's beautiful." Lola says to Harry.

"If you don't want to get engaged today I can switch the date." Harry tells her but Lola immediately shakes her head and gives him the ring back.

"No, it's okay. We should head back down." Lola tells him and stands up. Harry follows after her as they walk downstairs. Right as they are about to walk to the garden Harry grabs Lola by the arm and pulls her back.

"You sure you want to do this?" Harry asks her.

"Yeah."

They walk back into the party, Lola putting on a big smile and Harry going back to his usual stoic face. They eat dinner and chat with the people around them, Lola stands up and begins to walk around the tables making sure that everyone is having a good time. At around 8:30 everyone was finished with their dinners. Lola was talking with one of her cousins back at her original table when Harry stood up to make a toast and called her over to the dance floor. It was go time.

"I would like to make this toast to congratulate my girlfriend on her birthday. You deserve the world and more Lola. I hope we have many more birthdays like this together. Because of that I would like to ask you something." Harry got on one knee and pulled out the box from his jacket. "Would you like to marry me?"

"Yes!" Lola almost yelled before jumping up and down. She was told by her mother to overreact if she had to but to look as happy as possible. Harry stood up and put the ring on her finger before pulling her into a hug. The guests all clapped and cheered for them.

Lola and Harry walked around the party together and accepted all the good wishes they received from members of the Mafia. They decided on cutting the cake after that so they could really party for the rest of the night. Her cake was of multiple layers and pink with gold stars all over them. The candles where pink with gold swirls and there was a candle in the number 19 in the middle. They all sang happy birthday for her and Lola was told to make her wish. She wished for her future marriage to go well, if it did, by her next birthday she should be pregnant or with her baby already.

Once everyone ate their cake they all took to the dance floor. Harry of course refused Lola's attempts at pulling him to the dance floor, saying that he didn't know how to dance as the main excuse. Lola however knew that was a lie, she had seen him years ago at parties when he was in his late teens/early twenties and he was always dancing with someone. Harry watched Lola and the rest of the members dancing for the next couple hours. Enjoying a few drinks here and there as a form of distraction.

"You sure you don't want to dance?" Lola asks Harry as she takes a seat next to him. Harry looked bored and she was just trying to make him feel more welcomed into the party.

"No, I think I'm gonna head out. Have a couple meetings early tomorrow." He says and stands up.

"Already? It's barely midnight." Lola tells him, was he really that bored?

"Work's my priority and like I said I have early meetings tomorrow."

"By meetings you mean drug deals or gun trafficking? I'm glad to know my birthday means that little to you." Lola says with a scoff.

"I would have expected you to have better manners considering how much money I have spent on your education." He says and begins to walk away. Lola is now feeling the bravery of the alcohol and decides to go after him.

"I would have expected you to care more about me since I'm your future wife after all."

"I do care." They where farther out in the garden and right outside her house.

"Whatever makes you sleep better at night."

"Lola I'm not going to argue with you right now."

"I wish you would."

"Why would you? Do you want to be on my bad side, is that it? Or are you just that much of an attention seeking whore that any sort of attention makes you feel good?" Harry says and gets up close to Lola's face. Lola however stands her ground, keeping eye contact the whole time.

"I just want to get to know you."

"We can do that some other time, I really gotta go now." He walks away once again, this time Lola doesn't follow him.

….

Lola and Harry had managed to avoid each other for a week before they where forced back together. Emma had suggested they visited Harry after having lunch together so they could begin talking about some details of the wedding. Lola had tried to convince Emma of not going but after some insisting on Emma's part, Lola gave in.

"Good evening." Collin, Harry's assistant, said as the elevator opened. Harry had a whole floor to himself and his close people. The building had over 50 floors, each directing a different branch of Harry's "business".

"Mr Styles will be with you in a second. Is there anything I could get you to drink?"

"Can I get some tea?" Emma asks him politely.

"I'll just do some water." Lola tells him and he nods before walking inside a different room. Lola watches him leave and come back with the two drinks. She grabs her water and thanks him. Collin walks back to his desk but stands back up after a beeping sound is heard.

"Mr Styles is ready to see you." He opens the big black door that leads to Harry's office. Emma walks ahead of her and sets her drink down before hugging Harry.

"Good evening, darling." Emma tells her son softly.

"Good evening, mum." Harry hugs her back slightly. Harry looks up and finds Lola standing just a couple feet from where he was. She was wearing a black turtleneck, white miniskirt and black platform boots. A black leather purse hanging from her right arm. Her hair was down and mostly straight. She looked stunning even in a simple outfit. The ring was however the most noticeable thing in the outfit, it was shiny and large.

"Lola." He said with a nod of his head.

"Hey." She takes a seat on the couch area in Harry's office. Emma walks over, pulling Harry along, and sits down in front of her.

"We are here to talk about the wedding." Emma says excitedly, Harry looks at Lola and they make eye contact. They keep it for a couple seconds before Lola looks away.

"You guys can choose the stuff, my only request would be that it's held in my house." Harry tells them.

"That's it?" Lola asks him.

"Yeah, it can all be to your choosing. It's supposed to be your day after all."

"It's not just mine, it's our day. Our wedding day at that." Lola was questioning if he even wanted to slightly get married at all.

"I know that, but the decorations can be of your choosing. If there is any input to be given from my side my mother or sister can choose it."

"So you really don't care about anything?"

"I'm gonna leave you two for a minute." Emma stands up and walks out the office.

"It's not that I don't care, I just think it's better if you take care of it." Harry says as soon as his mom closes the door to his office. Lola rolls her eyes and looks as far away from him as she could.

"No, you just don't care." She stares blankly.

"Okay, Lola. You can think whatever you would like. If that's all you were here for you may leave."

"Why do you have to be such an asshole all the time?!" Lola yelled.

"I'm not, this is just the way our marriage will work. I'm sorry if this is not what you wanted, trust me it's not what I wanted either." At that Lola felt tears brim her eyes, she never really thought he would outright state his dismay against the arrangement.

"Then choose another wife." She tells him and walks out of the room. Purposefully slamming his door in the process. Lola feels Emma following after her to the elevator. Once they got in and the door close Emma spoke up,

"I'm so sorry, darling." Emma hugged her side. "Know that I will be talking to him very seriously later tonight."

"Please don't, If he wants to move on with our marriage he can talk to me on his own. I don't want you to have to be a mediator between us."

"It's truly no bother but I respect your wishes. Just know that I will always have your back no matter what, I was once in your position after all."

"Thank you, it truly means a lot." Lola told the woman and hugged her tight. She doesn't know what she would do without Emma.

"Of course, darling. Let's get you home now, I think you've had enough for today."

Emma dropped Lola off at her house and they said their goodbyes.

"I'm home!" She yelled as she walked through the door and dropped her bag in the couch.

"Lo!" James yelled and ran towards her. Lola bend down and picked him up spinning him around the air.

"I missed you."

"I missed you more, Jamesie. How was football?" Lola asked him and placed him back down on the ground.

"Good! My coach said I am improving so much. I might be getting moved up with the older boys." James explained as they walked towards the kitchen together.

"That's amazing, I'm so proud of you. Do you want a snack?" Lola asked him and he hummed.

"Strawberries and Nutella?" He asked with puppy eyes.

"Sure, but don't tell mom."

"My lips are sealed." He 'zipped' his mouth and threw away the 'key'.

Once she made him his snack she guided him through a bit of his homework before going upstairs to get changed. Her outfit was getting quite uncomfortable and there was not point in wearing it anymore since she wasn't going out. She changed into a pajama bodysuit with long sleeves. It was one of her personal favorites, mainly because the patter was of little pink flowers. She washed of her makeup and brushed her hair. Once she was done she put on her Ugg boots and walked down to the living room.

"Almost done?" She asked James who hummed.

"Just have math left, it's what I'm working on."

"Confused or doing good?"

"I'm good."

Once James was done with his homework they went upstairs to the family room and watched some movies together as they played UNO. At around 7 their parents came back home and they all ate dinner together. Lola helped the maids wash some of the dishes and clean up the table after being dismissed from dinner. It was a bit of a normal occurrence for her to do so. She enjoyed talking to the girls who worked at her house, they where all quite a bit older than her but they where still pretty close. She was talking with Brooke, who was 25 and the youngest of the maids, when another one of the maids interrupted them.

"Mrs Lola, there is someone here for you."

"Who is it?" She asked as she dried her hands off and took off the apron she had been wearing.

"Mr Styles, he was quite persistent on seeing you." The maid responded her in a dreamy voice, it seemed that everyone was in love with Harry.

"Wish me luck." Lola told Brooke who gave her a thumbs up. She walked out to the living room and was shocked at what she was seeing. He was wearing dark blue jeans, a large orange sweater, and off white tennis shoes. She had never seen him look so normal in all the time she had known him. If she saw him on the street she would have never guessed he was the don of a mafia. To add more to the strangeness he had a bouquet of pink roses with white baby breath and a couple other kinds of pink flowers.

"Harry?"

"Hey." He felt his breath be knocked out when he looked up at her. She looked adorable and comfortable in her pjs.

"These are for you." He walked over to her and handed her the flowers.

"Thank you. Sophia?" The maid came out of the kitchen and waited for what she was going to be asked to do. "Could you do me the favor of putting this in water, please?"

"Of course, Mrs Lola." Lola handed her the flowers.

"Thank you." Lola waited until Sophia was back in the kitchen before turning back to Harry.

"What are you doing here?"

"I was hoping we could talk, in private." Harry told her and motioned towards the kitchen. He was sure the maids where overhearing the whole conversation.

"I trust them, but we can go to the library if you'd like."

"I was hoping we could go to your bedroom, it's a more familiar environment to you." Harry explained and Lola gave him a strange look.

"Uhm, sure. It's this way." She led him upstairs and to her room. She walked in, Harry behind her, and took a seat on her bed.

"I'm gonna close the door if that's okay."

"Sure." She begin to fiddle with one of her pillows as she watched Harry close the door and take a seat in-front of her.

"What did you want to talk about?"

"About what you said earlier, about me getting another wife." He explained and Lola felt even more confused then she was before.

"I'm not doing an open marriage if that's what you want." Lola said sternly causing Harry to immediately shake his head.

"No, it's just- if you weren't to be my wife, what would you want to do? Like a career or something."

"I'm not sure, perhaps study fashion design. In Milan or Paris, it was my childhood dream." She continued to pick on her pillow and avoid as much eye contact with Harry as she could.

"I can make that happen for you." Harry stated simply.

"How? I'm supposed to marry you in a few months and give you a kid."

"I would call off the engagement." Lola looked at him like he was a ghost.

"As great as that sounds, we can't do that. I can't do that to my family."

"I can, I am the don. I can change the rules if I want to, and don't worry about your family. They will still be under my protection for as long as they live. Including you too of course."

"But-"

"I can and will find a way around anything. But I will only break it off if you want to. I won't ruin your life like that, Lo."

"I- I don't know. I guess Paris sounds nice but I'm not sure I want that."

"I know it's hard but I don't want you to be miserable with me. And from what I can tell we aren't very compatible. Perhaps it would be for the best, you deserve a husband that lives up to your dreams, that will treat you like the princess you are." Harry places a hand on her leg and pats it. Lola felt a couple tears fall from her eyes.

"Okay." She simply says.

"Okay what?"

"We can break off the engagement." She wipes her tears and looks outside through her windows.

"Are you sure?" He asks her and Lola hums before removing his hand from her leg and standing up.

"Lola, don't leave please." He said as he watched her walk towards her bathroom.

"I just need a minute." Harry stands up and follows behind her. He watched her rest her hands on the sink and look at her face in the mirror. More tears where falling from her eyes every passing second. Harry couldn't just stand there and watch so he did the next best thing. He walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her. This just cause Lola to cry more, in all honesty she didn't know why she was crying. She didn't love him but a part of her wanted for him to love her. She had this image in her head where once they where married they would both fall in love with each other, and just like that their fairytale would begin.

"Shhh, it's okay." He held her up and rubbed his arm up and down softly.

"I just- I- I don't know what I'm supposed to say or do."

"Sit down." He sat her down on the toilet and bended down in front of her.

"It's okay, just breath. In and out, in and out. You're doing so good." He held her hand until she started to breath more normally.

"Why don't you want to marry me?" She asked with a little sob at the end.

"It's for the best, Lola. Like I said, we are not compatible."

"So it's my personality?"

"It's not just you, it's me too. We clash all the time, you won't be happy with me darling." He ran his fingers through her hair softly.

"And you won't be happy with me either."

"I won't." It breaks Harry's heart to say it and Lola's heart to hear it.

"I'm sorry." She said and looked at him in the eyes for the first time.

"You have nothing to be sorry for."

"I do, my duty was to be everything you would want and I failed. I failed you and everyone else."

"You didn't fail me or anyone. You are a lovely girl, Lola. And I'm sure you will be a lovely bride one day but it just can't happen with me." He explained to her in the softest voice he could muster. He hadn't realized how fucked up this whole thing must be for her. He was taking away her whole birth purpose without any warning.

"Can I ask you something?" Lola asked him.

"Anything."

"Is there someone else that you are interested in? I totally understand if you are, I would rather know now."

"There's no one Lola, you've been the closest I've gotten to any sort of formal relationship."

"That's a bit weird, don't you think? I mean we barely know each other, I don't even know your favorite color."

"Orange and blue, those are my favorites. Thats why I'm wearing them right now."

"Pink and gold are mine."

"I sort of guessed that one by looking at your room." Harry laughed and Lola rolled her eyes playfully at him.

"It is kind of obvious." She admitted and Harry nodded. They didn't say anything for a couple seconds, the atmosphere felt warm and comfortable to the both of them.

"I should go now." Harry stood up and extended his hand for Lola to take.

"Okay."

"Come on, I'm not leaving you in the toilet." Lola took his hand and stood up. Harry lead her to her bed and lifted up the comforter so she could get underneath the covers.

"Thank you."

"It's my pleasure, go to bed soon."

"I will."

"And I will let my parents and your parents know that we are not getting married anymore."

"No, can we tell them together? Your parents have been in my life for so long, I love them so much too. I want to be able to tell them too."

"Okay, I'll organize a dinner for Friday. Invite our families and a couple close friends."

"Yeah, that works."

"I'll call you tomorrow for some other details. Take care of yourself, Lola. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Harry walked out of her room and closed the door behind him. As soon as he made it to the stairs he felt his legs give out on him a little. He took a seat on the top step and rests his head on his hands. He felt so oddly empty, even though he didn't feel much for Lola, apart of a small attachment, letting her go stung his heart. She had been a comfort to him his whole life even though they had never had talked at all. When life got bad he always knew he would have her at the end, they where meant for one another. Now that was done and over with. No more Harry and Lola, the best match the mafia had ever seen, everything had been perfect. Until now.

"Are you a robber?" He heard the voice of a little boy behind him.

"No, do I look like one?" He asked the young boy.

"No, you look more like a pumpkin." The boy giggled and Harry chuckled

"You are James, right? Lola's little brother?"

"Yeah." He took a seat on the stairs next to Harry.

"Are you her boyfriend?"

"Yeah." He decided it would be better to not confuse the little boy on all the small details.

"Can I have a room in your house once you get married?"

"Sure, but why do you want a room?"

"So I can stay there all the time, have sleepovers like I do all the time with Lola now." James explained to Harry.

"I will make sure you have a room all for yourself then."

"Thank you, that works as great bribery to me so I officially like you now. I hate you for taking Lola away but I like you for getting me a room. I will like you even more  if you get me a new LEGO."

"New LEGO, got it. Have a good night James."

"Good night, Lola's boyfriend." James stood up and went back to his room.

Once walking down the stairs he made his way outside. His car was waiting for him in the front of the house. His car was red Ferrari and one of his personal favorites of his collection. The drive back to his house was of about 20 minutes, he used to be closer when he lived in his parent's house. His mom had advices him he bought a house close to Lola in case of an emergency but he had refused. At the time he was still incredibly against the idea of marrying Lola. He was only 24 and felt disgusted by the idea of marrying someone. Now that he was older he hoped he had listened to his mom, it would have been easier to keep and eye on Lola and his family. They where under his protection after all, he would rather die than have any of them be hurt because of him.

He drove up the long driveway, saying hi to his guards in the process. He walked inside the house and headed to his room right away. He wasn't in the mood to eat dinner or do any work. He took off his shoes and pants before laying down on his bed. He rolled around a bit before finding a comfortable position. Somehow he ended up with a pillow hugged to his chest. Harry buried his head deep into the pillow and closed his eyes. He would never admit it to anyone but he thought of Lola, the way she would feel as they cuddled during the night. She would play with his hair and he would hold her so close to him he would be able to feel every inch of her on him. If she was pregnant he would be rubbing at her tummy all night making sure that their baby was safe. That thought on its own sent him down a spiral. But now that can't happen, he had pushed her away too far this time. Their future was simply nonexistent.

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Why Did You Leave Me?

Word Count: 3.3K

Warnings: Some language; Angst!!!!

Summary: Harry left with no explanation.

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It’s been months since Harry had gone. Months since Y/N saw his dimpled smile, his striking eyes. Months since she felt his touch, his warmth, his kiss. She found herself missing it all, missing him all the time.

Stop. She’d tell herself. He left you.

They were together for a couple of years before Harry just got up and left. He had just gotten back from the studio; she was sat in the living room. He came into their apartment quietly and sat beside Y/N. He’d told her that he couldn’t do it anymore, eyes focused on the coffee table in front of them.

The pang in her chest reminded her of the pain she felt when he spoke the words that have echoed in her mind since that January evening.

‘This isn’t working, Y/N. I’m sorry.’

He’d been distant for a couple weeks up until that point, pulled away emotionally and physically. Y/N would lie awake in tears, wondering what she’d done wrong.

I guess I’ll never find out. She sighs, wiping away some stray tears as she finished getting ready, her friend would pick her up for a birthday party any minute now. She gives herself a onceover in the mirror, feeling a little out of her comfort zone in the slightly revealing ensemble she’d put on for the night.

First time in ‘real clothes’ since the breakup. It’s been 6 months, good thing I work from home. Y/N smiles at the thought, shooting finger guns at her reflection. Her phone buzzed, signaling that her friend was outside, she grabbed her purse and headed out of her apartment. She was instantly met with her best friend’s cat calls.

“Damn, ma! You look good, baby!” Y/F/N yells out of her car window. Y/N couldn’t stop the laughs that erupted from her body.

“Y/F/N! I have neighbors!” She giggles as she made her way into the car.

“I can’t help it, look at you! She’s back, baby!” Her friend exclaimed while pulling her in for a hug, kissing her cheek in the process.

“Ugh, just get married already!” Her friends partner rolled their eyes jokingly in the backseat. Y/N let out a small laugh and turns to them.

“Don’t worry, she’s all yours!” She winks as her friend starts the car. Y/F/N’s partner giggles, kicking the back of Y/N’s chair softly.

“I’m glad you agreed to come.” Y/F/N smiles, patting Y/N’s knee with her eyes still on the road.

“Yeah, I’m glad I’m allowing myself to have fun again.” Y/N smiles back. “I just hope he’s not there.” She adds quietly.

“Don’t worry, he’s probably not on this side of the planet. Anyway, we’ve got your back, babes.” Her friends partner insisted. Y/N thanked them softly, watching the other cars go by on the highway. Music played softly in the background as Y/F/N and her partner spoke amongst themselves.

‘What do you mean this isn’t working?’ Y/N’s eyebrows pulled together, frowning as she shifted herself over to face him. He sat on the opposite end of the couch looking straight ahead, almost as if he was refusing to look in her general direction. His elbows were perched on his knees, his fingers intertwined.

‘I mean we can’t be together anymore.’ He spoke slowly, as though he was afraid to stumble on his words. Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest as she looked at the man she loves. Harry’s jaw was set, a small frown settled on his pink lips. He felt so far away, he wasn’t with her anymore. It all hit her at once, like a swift punch to the gut.

‘But Harry,’ She struggled to breathe as she reached out to him, ‘Baby, please.’

Tears poured down her face, it felt as though the world was crumbling around her. Harry’s eyes betrayed him, peering over at Y/N briefly from the corner of his eye. His chest nearly collapsed seeing her cry, knowing he was the reason why. She saw his cold composure falter.

‘I’m sorry, I truly am. I love you, Y/N. I always will.’ He choked out before getting up and making his way to the door. She watched him as he paused with his back to her, his hand on the doorknob. It was all falling apart, she struggled to contain the sobs that built up in her chest. Their eyes met, both their faces tearstained.

‘I-’ He started, his voice wavered as he quickly wiped his tears away, ‘I’ll send someone for my things.’ He finished, sniffling.

‘I’m sorry.’ Harry whispered once again before swiftly leaving. Y/N’s chest heaved with heavy sobs, there goes the love of her life, leaving with no explanation.

“Y/N? Sweetie?” Y/F/N calls out, snapping Y/N out of the memory that hung like a raincloud over her head. She’s met with a concerned gaze as she meets her friend’s eyes.

“Yes, I’m present.” Y/N blinks quickly, looking around. They’re no longer driving, parked on some random side street.

Guess we’re here. She thinks.

“You’re crying, my love,” Her friend frowns, “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” Y/N’s hands make their way to her face, gently wiping the tears away. She shakes her head, plastering on a smile.

“No! I’m okay, it’s the pollen!” Y/N sniffles, trying to lighten the mood a bit. Y/F/N and her partner share a look.

“Pollen?” Y/F/N’s partner says slowly and Y/N shoots them a pleading look.

“I’m good, I swear. Now let’s go! Mitch and Sarah are expecting us.” She opens the door and climbs out, the warm July air rustling her hair slightly. They all make their way towards the ridiculously loud music coming out of the ridiculously large house.

“Oh man, I’m ready to get fucked up!” Y/F/N exclaims as she opens the door.

“I take it you’re on designated driver duty.” Y/N nudges Y/F/N’s partner. They chuckle, nodding their head as their girlfriend heads straight to the table of alcohol.

“You should stay by her,” Y/N urges, “I’m gonna mingle.” Y/F/N’s partner pats her on the back and chases after their girlfriend. Y/N chuckles and scans the foyer of the gorgeous house. Her eyes land on the birthday boy, the crooked cardboard crown on his head bringing a smile to her face as she made her way over to him.

“Mitch! Happy birthday!” She yelled over the music, and he immediately locked eyes with her.

“Y/N! You made it!” He smiled widely, giving her a hug.

“Sarah! Look who’s here!” He called his girlfriend, another one of Y/N’s good friends over. Sarah squealed as she scooped her up in a hug, both of them absolutely ecstatic at seeing each other.

“It’s been months, how have you been?” Sarah pulls out of the hug, her hands still on Y/N’s shoulders. The past six months of crying, barely leaving her apartment, and neglecting tons of work flashed in her mind.

“I’ve been good!” Y/N smiles widely.

As if they’d believe that! She thought. Sarah nods her head, pulling Y/N in for another hug. They leaned against the far wall of the living room chitchatting for a while, speaking of the highs and lows of their lives in the past couple of months.

“Sarah! Mitch!” Y/N hears someone yell from a distance. Sarah pulls off of the wall and takes Mitch’s hand in hers, peering in the direction of the person calling out for them.

“We have to greet a bunch of people but please stick around, we seriously need to catch up!” Sarah’s eyes held the sincerest look. Y/N nodded and sent them off to where they had to be. She looked around for a familiar face and when she didn’t see one, she decided to go to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. The music was not as loud in the kitchen and hardly anyone stayed in there, they only passed through.

Guess I’ll stay here for the rest of the night. She thought, grabbing a glass from the cabinet, and filling it up with ice cubes and water from the fridge.

Would be nice to have someone to talk to though. She shrugged as she took a sip of her water, still facing the fridge.

“Y/N?” Her breath caught in her throat nearly causing her to choke on the water as the all too familiar voice called out her name.

“Y/N, is that you?” Her eyes went wide, terrified of turning around.

It’s him, he’s here. He’s here and he sees me. Oh God, what do I do. Fuck. Her thoughts went a million miles a second.

Okay, here goes nothing. She put the cup down and swiftly turned around. She was met with his soft gaze, his fingers anxiously fussing with his rings. Her heart felt like it was fighting to jump out of her chest and into his hands. She hadn’t noticed how close he was till she felt the warmth radiating from his person. Harry’s mouth was half open, as though he wanted to say something but just couldn’t find the words. She balled up her fists at her sides.

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. She pleaded with herself, still holding his gaze.

She gave him a curt nod, her lips fighting a frown and walked away, out of the kitchen, through the crowd and out of the house. Her chest rose and fell at an erratic pace, tears formed in her eyes and fell quickly down her face.

“Y/N!” She heard him call out behind her. She didn’t dare look back; she didn’t want him to see her like this. She made her way down the street, keeping up a quick pace.

Maybe he’ll leave me alone. Please, please don’t see me like this. She tried to focus on her breathing as she kept walking but heard footsteps on the pavement behind her.

Oh, Fuck. Why is he doing this.

“Y/N, please!” He pleads, running in front of her, stopping her in her place. She didn’t look up at him, choosing to keep quiet and just go around him.

“Can you stop ignoring me, please? I’m going crazy.” Harry croaked, his voice breaking. She almost instantly stopped walking, whipping her body back around to face the man who broke her, her eyes glued to the pavement between them.

“Crazy, Harry? Really?” She snapped, still refusing to look at his face. Her shoulders rose and fell as she slowly lost control of her breathing. Harry stood there, his body limp.

“What’s crazy is the love of my life up and leaving with zero explanation.” She tries to be firm but her voice falters, betraying her. Harry watched her close her eyes and lift her face to the night sky. The low shine of the streetlights reflected off the tears falling from her closed eyes.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I ju-”

“No, Harry. I don’t want your apology.” She sobbed, finally opening her eyes. She kept her eyes on the sky as her sobs shook her frame. She shook her head, bringing her hands up to cover her face. Harry stepped closer, wanting to take her into his arms, wanting to wipe her tears away, wanting to just take the pain away. She heard him step closer and dropped her hands from her face, finally looking him. Harry saw the damage he had done, his own body shaking.

“You hurt me.” Y/N nearly whispered, sniffling as she regained control of her breathing. Harry’s eyes were bloodshot and swimming in tears. For the first time in months, Y/N had a proper look at him. His cheeks were slightly sunken in and the bags under his eyes were dark, his shoulders were slumped. It was as though he’d been beaten down by the weight of the world and Y/N wanted nothing more than to help him carry that weight.

He doesn’t want me.

“You don’t want me.” Y/N spoke quietly as she wrapped her arms around herself.

“That’s not true. I always wanted you, Y/N.” Harry sniffled.

“You can’t expect me to believe that.” She shook her head, rubbing her arm.

“Can we go somewhere ‘nd talk?” Harry pleaded with her, as she opened her mouth to protest, he cut her off.

“Please, please let me explain.” He sighed, begging. She picked at her nails, still staring into his sorrow-filled eyes. She wanted so badly to say no but she had to know why he left so abruptly, why he didn’t reach out. Questions racked up in her brain and before she realized what she was doing, she nodded her head.

“Okay,” She sniffled, “But it’s late, nothing is open right now.”

Harry’s heart nearly skipped a beat, he fought back a relieved sigh.

“I don’t think I’d be able to focus in that house, it’s practically bouncing off of the pavement.” Y/N looked at the lit up house behind Harry. He agreed, they’d need quiet to talk things through.

“Let’s go to my place.” He hesitantly suggested, worried he’d upset her. Y/N’s eyebrows drew together, her frown deepening a bit.

His place.

“Your place.” She said flatly and he pursed his lips, nodding.

“I don’t know, Harry.” She took a small step back. He winced, averting his eyes to the pavement between them.

“I just want to talk, Y/N. I…” He paused for a moment, fidgeting with his ring. “You have full control of this situation, I just missed you so much.”

She couldn’t stop the ache in her chest at his soft words.

“Okay.” She whispered; Harry’s eyes found their way to hers.

“Thank you.” He stepped forward, wanting to pull her close but deciding against it.

“I just have to text Y/F/N.” She pulls her phone out of her pocket and sends a quick text, something along the lines of ‘not feeling well, took a cab home.’

Can’t tell her I’m leaving with Harry, she’d fight me… and Harry. Y/N smiled at the thought of her tiny friend attempting to fight.

“Th’ car’s this way.” Harry motions behind him. Y/N walks ahead of him, he follows right behind.

Neither of them said a word the whole way, the only sound was the radio playing at a barely audible volume and the pitter-patter of the rain that had begun as they made their way to Harrys.

“Here we are.” Harry mutters as he parks in the driveway. Y/N opens the door as soon as he turns the car off, feeling the small droplets of rain on her skin.

“So, this is Harry’s house, hm?” She quietly jokes, looking up at the beautiful home and back at Harry. His tired face lit up as he bursts into a fit of quiet giggles at the corny joke, unlocking the door. Y/N almost lost herself staring at his glowing smile, having to snap herself out of it before he noticed.

Harry held the door open, following Y/N into his house.

“Congrats on the album by the way. I tried not to listen, but it was everywhere,” She paused, taking in her surroundings. The living room was bare except for a couch and a couple of dining room chairs, there was nothing on the walls, as though no one lived here.

“It was incredible, Harry. Really.”

“Thank you, that means so much coming from you.” He spoke quietly, stepping closer to Y/N. She pretended not to notice how close he’d gotten, making her way to the couch. Harry followed close behind, sitting beside her. Y/N eyed the little space between them, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Thank you for giving me a chance to explain, I didn’t know how to reach out to you. I guess the universe didn’t really give me a chance to figure that out.” Harry exhaled.

“The universe? More like Mitch and Sarah.” Y/N quipped, causing him to chuckle.

“I guess I just don’t understand,” She sighed, “Last time I saw you, you sat on the opposite end of the couch. You wouldn’t look at me, you barely spoke and you just up and left.” She whispered, looking at his slender fingers chipping away at his nail polish.

“Why did you leave me?”

“Y/N,” He started, his voice shaking. “I worried constantly about what our future would look like.” He croaked.

“I don’t think I understand.” Y/N looked at his face. Tears were rolling down his cheeks, his lips were a darker shade of pink than usual.

“I didn’t want you to get hurt because you’re associated with me. It was hard enough for you already, and then I bought the ring and…” He trailed off, sniffling. His hands covered his face as he tried to take deep breaths.

“Ring?” Y/N’s breath catches in her throat. Harry takes his hands off of his face, wiping them on his pants. He took her hands into his, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.

“Y/N, I want to be with you so bad. I wanted to propose, I bought us this home.” He sniffled. “But how could I put you through such a life? What if we had children?” He struggled to catch his breath. Y/N’s lips parted, begging words to form on her tongue but nothing came out.

“I thought you’d be better off.” He sighed, looking at her hands in his.

“I know this is so much information and I should’ve just shared my concerns instead of just leaving but I didn’t want to hurt you and I know I ended up hurting you regardless but I-”

“Hey,” She cut him off, taking her hands out of his and swiftly placing them on his face. He gasped lightly, his eyes widening at the intimacy. His hands laid on top of hers, caressing them with his thumbs.

“Harry, you hurt me. You put up all of these walls, you didn’t give me a say in our relationship. These past six months were hell. It never stopped hurting, not even a little bit. I just made room for it.” Y/N spoke slowly, allowing her tears to fall freely.

“But I never stopped loving you.” She whispered. Harry’s lips trembled, his body instinctively leaning in.

“I love you.” He uttered before closing the gap between them in a desperate kiss. One of his hands found its way to the side of her neck, his thumb grazing her jaw. Their lips moved in sync, the familiar feeling pulled them closer together. His other hand made its way down to her waist, their bodies curved into each other.

Y/N pulled away, her hands still cupping his face. Their foreheads were pressed against each other, their noses graze one another. Harry’s eyes remained shut as he savored the closeness.

“Kissing me won’t make this go away.” Y/N whispers.

“So let me make it better. Please.” He pleads, his thumb grazes her jaw once again. She shuts her eyes, sitting in his arms in silence for a while. She knew what she wanted, it was him and there was no use trying to deny it.

“Okay,” She whispers, “Let’s make it better.”

Harry’s heart soared at the sound of her words. He pulled her face in for another kiss, pulling her body on top of his. He wanted nothing more than to be as close to her as possible.

“I love you so much, Harry.” She muttered against his lips. He pulled away, looking into her eyes.

“Please, say it again.” He pleaded, pulling at Y/N’s heartstrings.

“I love you so much, Harry.” She spoke softly, brushing his hair away from his face. Harry was overcome with love for the woman sitting on his lap, he couldn’t contain his happiness.

“It’s you, Y/N. It’ll always be you.” He pulled her in for another kiss, finally content.

#harry styles #harry styles fic #harry styles one shot #harry x reader #hs3 #harry styles blurb #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry styles/reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles x y/n #harry styles writing #harry #as it was #harrys house #harry styles break up #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #angsty!harry #angst with a happy ending

[love-strawberry]

lost you to someone better

summary : in which she's moving on with someone better for her but he's still on her.

pairing : harry styles x reader (past), tom holland x reader

warnings : language

author's note : really wanna make a part iii to this, tell me what you think!! enjoy <33

tagged : @0oolookitsme @ellora-brekker @qualitygiantshoepsychic

lose you to someone else i

i'm happy, isn't that great iii

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harrystyles hate me if it helps out now. hope you all like it x

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y/n_ my favourite in these photos and yes, it's tessa not my boyfriend

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[gurugirl]

Gurugirl's Wattpad & Tumblr Fic Recs

Anything you read in these masterlists won’t disappoint but I’ve picked my absolute favorites from each blog and listed below.

NOTE: I did my best to include all my faves here but I've probably forgotten a few. I intend to add to this list (may need to make a part 2 once I hit my mentions and link limits) because I'm always reading new fics so come back often!

Angst recs (all taken from list below but specific to the more angsty ones)

Daddy kink

Enemies to lovers

Summer vibes & party fics

Personal faves from my own writings

Other blogs I love

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@1d1195

One Shot: Right Here: one bed, nightmares, enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, childhood "friendship," coworker Harry, grumpy/sunshine (I'll let you guess who's who), etc. etc. etc.

@a-strange-familiar

Series: His Memories (3 parts): you and Harry broke up few months back but still love each other. And after all these months you see him again in a party. All memories you tried to push back in your head came back with a powerful speed.

@adorebeaa

One shot: Undo Me: YN reveals a kink in front of best friend!Harry, who is curious…

@awideworldoffanfics

Series: Milking the Grip (5 parts): Harry Styles is a single dad who golfs every Tuesday. Y/N is his babysitter who also happens to work at the golf course he goes to. They’ve never run into each other there. Until they do.

@be-with-me-so-happily

Series: My Way Back Home: YN is left to figure out what to do when the love of her life, Harry, does not remember loving her. (AU)

Series: Don't Worry Darling: Y/N has her first big break as an actress as she lands the leading role in 'Don't Worry Darling'. The only problem is that her co-star is Harry Styles, who she feels has a very big ego. Tensions rise the more they film. All kinds of tension...

One Shot: Friendly Favor: When YN's best friend Harry asks for a favor, she knows it'll be difficult, but she loves him too much to say no. However, it's a dumb plan, and those usually don't end how you think they will.

Series: Laceleaf: Gemma is definitely Cassidy James' favourite Styles family member, considering they are best friends and all. And especially considering that Harry Styles is Gemma's smug and self-centered younger brother. Her life isn't perfect, and neither is she, but she knows for a fact that anything involving Harry gets messy.

@bopbopstyles

Masterlist (anything you pick here will be a pleasure - seriously)

@fkinavocado

Series: Daddy Issues: in which you’ve got textbook daddy issues and when your tool of a younger brother brings a sweet doe eyed girlfriend home for Thanksgiving and you end up offering her a ride home, you meet just the man to fix them. (daddy!harry, dilf!harry)

Series: Hard Candy: in which Harry owns a candy store and he just loves giving good girls special treats… especially after closing time (candyman!Harry)

One Shots & Blurbs: Long Hair Harry One Shots & Blurbs

@freedomfireflies

Series: Playboy: Welcome to 1965, where the women are loose, and the morals are looser. Here you'll meet Michelle and Harry. You don't need to know too much about them. Just that they're both incredibly bold...and incredibly jealous. The summer of June 1965 was a rather wild one for the Playboy Bunnies but even more wild for our two dear friends. Stick around and I'm sure they'll be happy to tell you all about it. You just have to promise one little thing... Don't tell Hefner.

Series: Teach Me: 5 parts - Harry needs a little practice in the art of Eating Pussy, and who better to ask for help than his best friend?

Series: Mafia!harry: 2 parts so far - more to come - Your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, has been a little neglectful of his most prized possession. But he's found the perfect way to make it right. Exhibition kink!!

@goldenbuckyyy

Series: Illicit Affairs: A series of events between your affair with Harry. (Cheating together)

@harryistheonlyoneforme

One Shot: Little Freak: pairing: dbf harry x reader (so hot - so many kinks all in one little shot - must read)

@harrywritingsbyme

Sneaking Around (a series of shorts): Best friends dad - FUCKING HOT

@helladirections

Series: Brother's Best Friend: Harry is YN’s brother’s best friend, and YN isn’t a little kid anymore. Ft. dom/sub, rough sex, and soft words. 

One Shot: Under Summer Skies: Harry and YN are longtime best friends back for another summer as the Dream Team on staff. Featuring getting called out by 12 year olds, two dumb best friends who can’t see what’s right in front of them, and lots of stargazing.

One Shot: Moka Pot: Do you think you can maybe do y/n and Harry having a slow morning routine? Like drinking tea together, doing skin together, basically just doing everything together? 

@itslottiehere

One Shot: I Don't Want to Hear About Him (angsty): bff!harry writes a song about bff!reader.. and her boyfriend.

@jawllines

Harry is Y/n's Criminology Instructor (2 parts)

Harry is a single dad and y/n is surprisingly good at babysitting (2 parts)

Harry & y/n are witches, they hate eachother, and something's coming (3 parts)

Y/n knows something she shouldn't and Harry does what on Fridays? (4 parts) - Boxer!harry

Harry is a grumpy mechanic and y/n just can't stop talking (4 parts)

@jarofstyles

King of the Jungle (multi part series): Y/N’s family works for a wildlife preservation society and Harry is king of the jungle or tarzan!harry

Lone Wolf (multi part series): Harry is a grumpy alpha who has given up on finding his mate or werewolf!harry

Beauty & the Beast (multi part series): Harry is a moody, withdrawn but successful creature who needs a companion who can tend to his… needs.

@lemoncrushh

Series: The Entertainer: Set in the 70s, Sky Jones meets Harry Styles, an up and coming musician and soon-to-be rockstar. The Entertainer Part II

One Shot: Dressing For Revenge: Still heartbroken from finding your ex cheating on you, you go to a nightclub with your friend Kelsie, where not only do you run into your ex, but also a handsome gentleman who’s willing to help you get over him. Part II

@lukesaprince

Series: Intruder: You were an outside hire for a promotion Harry wanted, and he despises you for it. The hatred is mutual since Harry is a bit of an asshole, until the day of an important presentation where the tension is finally dealt with - A very steamy enemies to lovers romance (domrry)

Series: The Roommate Series: After Y/N’s best friend and roommate Alex decides to move out, she’s desperate for someone to take her place. Alex seems to have found the solution in a British fresh-to-New-York musician who ticks all the boxes. He just happens to be insanely attractive and charismatic… what could go wrong? (friends to lovers)

Series: Fratboy!harry You Can Pretend All You Want: You hate fratboys and everything they stand for, so you decide to prove one wrong by sleeping with him… safe to say it backfires (fratboy!harry, enemies to lovers).

Series: Rich: Neighbour/Older!Harry. A Summer dogsitting job for Mr. Styles is a dream come true for any broke uni student. He's rich, gorgeous and finally fucks you after your weekly dinner together. A series that follows two neighbours who end up in a sexual relationship.

@moonchildstyles

Series: Aster: Harry is a tattoo artist and y/n just wants to know if he's like this all the time or if he just doesn't like her. tattoo artist!harry / lhh!harry

Series: Citrine: Harry's a witch and it's been along time since since he's been around anyone new, but there's no way he was getting y/n out of his head. witch!harry

Series: Chiaroscuro: y/n needed a job but this place is strange and the owner is even stranger. vampire!harry

Series: Prosecco: Harry is just on the edge of 30 and y/n is someone he's sure he shouldn't get involved with. until she seeks him out anyway, and he realizes no one has ever really shown her how she should be treated. older!harry

@0oolookitsme

One Shot: Dazzled: In which Harry has an uneasy feeling about Y/n’s new mission but the devil ignores his guts’ screams. But the vampire as well as his fiancé, Y/n, isn’t dumb and is quick to listen and take some weight off of his shoulders. They both soon find out, why, he was feeling uneasy. 

One Shot: Anything For You... And I: SMUTTY!!!! Dwd!Harry x Dwd-Character!Y/n

@0nlythrowharrybeaux

Friends Share (2 parts):Harry & Y/N have been practically perfect roommates for several years but the appearance of a hot new neighbor creates an unexpected shift in their relationship.

Unavailable (2 parts): Y/N has a very specific preference for unavailable/inappropriate people and Harry is her therapist who is supposed to help her work through this.

@pleasingforharry

Moans & Elevator Music (2 parts): Y/N is in a rush for an interview at her new job, but her luck gives out when the elevators shut down due to a sudden power outage. At least she isn’t alone.

@purplekiwis

Breaking the Ice (2 parts): Hockey!Harry x Skater!Y/N It’s no secret that as a figure skater, you’re fed up with the local hockey team being treated like royalty… and your ex’s status as a player isn’t helping much either.

In the Witching Hours (will be 3 parts): Wizard!Harry x Witch!Y/N; Soulmates AU An emergency admission to the hospital gives rise to a series of strange events but luckily, there’s a cute, shy wizard around…

One shot: Tentmate: Friends With Benefits Y/N has always hated camping… until her and Harry got stuck together in the same tent. (This one is smutty AF)

@s-brant

Series: The Getaway Car: In a drug deal gone wrong, Y/N, daughter to a famous racecar driver, finds herself behind the wheel of a car with a gun to her head. A masked man named Harry demands she helps him evade the authorities, so she does the only thing she knows how to. She drives.

One Shot: Midas Touch: The night before they leave to spend Christmas with his family, a conversation with their friends makes Harry and Y/N confront the future of their marriage.

@stylesloveclub

Series: Pleasing: In which y/n is a broke waitress, and Harry is a Michelin star chef who thinks she’s cuter than a puppy. 

@swiftmendeshoran

Series: Curvy Secret/No More Secrets Daddy: Dad's best friend (dbf!) Harry x plus size reader

@watchmegetobsessed

Series: The Sun Will Rise: You’re glad to be back at college and away from your family. Everything is back to its normal, but you have a little issue: you told your family you’d bring a date to your sister’s wedding, but you have no actual partner. An unexpected deal is made with the person you couldn’t even consider to be your friend: Harry can take the spare room in your apartment for the semester if he’ll be your date for the wedding. But can you actually live together with a guy who obviously dislikes you and you have no idea why? Can you fool your parents into thinking you’re dating Harry? And what will they think about him? Nothing is ever good enough to them, nothing that’s not as perfect as your sister, Alice.

Series: Wildest Fantasies: You’ve been struggling to finish your assignment for Professor Styles’ Creative Writing class. Inspiration is seem to be avoiding you, so to relieve some stress, you mess around with your roommates and write a rather dirty fiction of the hot professor everyone is into on campus. Due to a fatal mistake however, you end up uploading the wrong file as your attachment to your assignment and your wildest fantasies end up in the hands of the person they are about.

Good Girl (Part 2): sugardaddy!Harry / CEO!Harry x Reader

@writerpetals (writes optional male lead smut but you can easily imagine any male *coughharrycough* as the males are described as tall, well-built, with a nice head of hair - read anything this author writes - it's good, you will find almost any trope - ENJOY)

One Shot: Lakeside: werewolf!au, werewolf x reader

@zayndrivesmeinvain

Series (wip): The One That Got Away: 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? dadrry x oc | single dad!harry

i hit my link limits so was unable to insert link to part one of their series. check out their masterlist and you'll find it!

Wattpad

1-800-TITS = @1800titz (added May 21)

Series: The Devil is a Gentleman: "My name is Eros," the masked male cocks his head a smidge at her, and, if only slightly through the shadow casts between the parted zipper, Isla catches sight of a smile tugging at his lips on the latter fragment of his statement, "But you already know that. I'd hope, anyways. We've had a chat. Or two." His lips - his mouth. Isla ogles the latex through the peepholes of her own and wonders what shape the rest of his features take, what carves and forges his face, how his nose slopes, the assemblage of it all. "I think I recall, vaguely," she teases. "Mm. Vaguely. I'll take note of that. Well, although we are acquainted," Eros smooths his fingertips over the arm of the chair, a lavish facade of plastic masquerading. The latter fragment of his statement prompts the steady bump of her heart to spur behind her ribcage. "You will address me as Master." Isla swallows. Despite her prior train of thought looping so intently on the tracks to decipher what she believes he'd look like beneath his mask, it's entirely derailed by the serious note in his previously light cadence. She wonders how a mere introduction manages to send such a thrilling rush rolling down her spine. Eros leans forward, forearms braced to his splayed thighs, almost as if to bend to her level. "Or Sir. Master, Sir, it's all the same to me. Your preference." OR the one in which there's a sex club, Greek stage names, the exploration of boundaries, an open house, a pair of dress shoes, and two sides of the same coin.

_miiki

Series: Artwork & Aquarelle: "Sierra, you go with Harry Styles." I raised up my head at the words, giving my teacher an incredulous glance. "Do I really have to?" Was the only thing I managed to say. The teacher gave me an annoyed look. "Did you not understand? You go with Harry Styles." I turned my head to look at him. At the mention of his name he glanced up, and if his green eyes hadn't frozen me in place already, the unimpressed look he gave me would've done it right away.

Aggressivelyfriendly = @aggresivelyfriendly

Series: Who Names the Colors: In the last year, Joanne Smith Giles, has once again become Jo Smith. In another heartbreaking turn of events, she's also the single mother of an infant, again. She knows she can do this on her own, and better at 40 than 19, but it seems weird to be launching a son into manhood, a new career as an art professor, and changing nappies all in one day. She is so thankful when Ethan, her boy, comes home from Uni. Jo could use the help. His best friend, Harry, comes round too. And his launch into manhood may be another heartbreaking turn, for all of them

ErinAlterEgo = @yourwattpadmom

Series: Late night Talking: Alex is craving something at night, and it's not ice cream. Encouraged by her husband to explore a polyamory relationship to meet some of her more....eclectic tastes, she finds herself on a dating app for the first time in her life. She expected maybe some interesting experiences, possibly her first one-night stand ever. She didn't expect to meet a man who made her question everything about herself. Harry is on a new path in his life that is exciting and different than he ever could have imagined. He's looking for excitement, experiences, but definitely not love and attachment. When he meets Alex, he sees a whole new path that he's unsure he wants to go down, but finds it hard to resist.

Hitterj (love all of her stuff!)

Series: All This Time: The coming-of-age story of Harry and Riley who have known each other for years, but never actually knew each other. They've spent countless nights at the same parties, shared a few drinks and glances, they're even on track to graduate top of their class. What happens when out of nowhere they start to connect? Like an invisible string pulls them together, so they can experience life and love and heartbreak. Riley and Harry learn a lot about themselves, and ultimately have to choose what's best for their future no matter how difficult that can be. But does love find a way? After all this time?

Series: Kiwi: If you don't know about this one by now... go read it - super duper smutty and sweet and angsty

Series: Sweet Little Lies: All her life, Ivy Malone has known what her family was. She grew up in the deep, unforgiving world of the mob. Ivy hates her position in life, knowing that her life was never fully hers. Harry Styles was cold. He trusted almost no one, especially his family. He had learned quickly that everyone was waiting for him to fail... to fall. An empire built by his father from the blood and bones of those who stepped in his way was all he had, no matter how much he hated it. He had no choice but to carry on the legacy. And marrying Malone's daughter was the next step in fortifying their defense. With new rivals making a move for power and a mysterious figure haunting the crime families of Queenstown, Ivy and Harry have to learn to live together. A bad start leads them down a tumultuous, passionate, and downright dangerous path, but maybe they were exactly what the other needed to live the life they always craved.

MysteryMixtapes (Just go read all their stuff)

Series: Stall & Stall 2: Violence/gangs/dark

Series: Perspective: Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying?

Series: Unforgettable: "If it feels so right, how can it be wrong?"

Peanutboyfriend (read all of Birdie's stuff - you won't regret it)

Series: Aerial: In Malibu, California in 1965, a surfer and world-famous aerialist undergoes a chain of comedic and not-so-comedic mishaps that force him to re-evaluate who he is.

Petit_cerise

Series: Devil's Due & Devil's Desire: Harry Styles, the brooding and intolerable tattoo parlour owner, meets River, a stubborn and somewhat oblivious girl, who just doesn't understand the reasoning behind his nefarious ways but is determined to find out. River comes to realize that Harry's hiding something much deeper than expected... only once those secrets come to the surface, it's too late to turn back.

Sunflowersnstuff

Series: One Word & Wonderland: We're all mad here, it's Wonderland.

ThousandYearsOfHope

Series: Lonely Nights: Willow Mackey is a quiet girl, but she is fiercely loyal and will never lie to you. Harry Styles is her brother's best friend, and someone she'll always have a soft spot for. Grown up and no longer shielded by their ages, lines start to blur, and mistakes keep being made. For the first time in her life, Willow realises that sometimes, the truth is too painful to hear. But how could she ever say no to the one person that's always understood her better than she understands herself?

Series: Pretty Boy: One night of impulse shouldn't lead to much for Joni Lewis, but when she meets the alluring Harry Styles, an opportunity arises that she can't ignore. A Harry Styles short story inspired by Pretty Woman.

Writhali (I really like everything I've read by Thali)

Series: Ambit: Gangs/violence/action/SMUT - "Hell's boring, Birdie." He claims, that cold, dead stare back to his eyes. "And this, this is what I call a Monday night."

#gurugirl fic recs #harry styles #harry styles smut #harry x reader #harry styles fic #my faves

[cupid-styles]

cupid-styles fic recs!!!

I read a lot of harry fic.....like a lot.......so here are some of my favorites on wattpad and tumblr!! enjoy ! :)

wattpad

breaking the ice by sarbearfive: long form fic, hockey player fmc x hockey player harry

boston by witchysunflower: long form fic, SMUTTY (like check content warnings before you read bc the kinks explored aren't for everyone), cheating teacher fmc x cheating hockey player harry, angsty with a happy-ish ending

boys don't cry, posted by cuddlingzjm: was originally posted on tumblr but this user uploaded it to wattpad when the author (oxygenstyles) deleted. long form fic, lots of back and forth and angst with a happy ending, university au

love, sex, dreams by tempress_: short story, stripper fmc x rich harry, smutty!!

pierced by tpwkmila: long form fic, SMUTTY!!!, piercer/gang harry x innocent fmc. for some reason I can't hyperlink, so here's the link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/255321426-𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃-𝐇-𝐒.

devil's due by petit_cerise: long form fic, broke my heart a million times and put it back together just as many times. gang harry x artist fmc, super angsty with a kind of happy ending. (there's a sequel currently being written with really slow updates)

earned it by alisonfelix: long form fic; if you haven't read her work yet........ you need to. escort/sex worker fmc, make sure to look at content warnings before reading!! contains A LOT of cheating, smut, and angst, but such an original plot (and a happy ending!).

informed consent by alisonfelix: short fic; university au, innocent/shy fmc x experienced harry who is kind of mean at the start. (read her extras for informed consent here!)

one night stand by alisonfelix: short fic; I told you, everything she writes is INCREDIBLE. pregnant fmc x (sort of) mean harry, some angst and a lot of back and forth, smut, but a happy ending :)

daydreams by temptress_: one-shots with some of THE best smut I've ever read. I know they have an account on here and posts some of their writing to tumblr, but I believe they have more on wattpad!!

ecstasy, misery by kenneedyxx: long form fic, work in progress. I don't usually recommend WIPs but WHEN I TELL YOU THIS BOOK IS AMAZING..... SUPER smutty, set in the 90s, so much fun. updates are slow tho!

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thinkin' bout you (pt 1) and pink + white (pt 2) by @angelisverba (florist!h, super cute, lots of pining)

love on tour: the groupie by @meetmymouth (smut!!!! groupie!yn x famous!harry, a series of blurbs and I love them)

love's an ache in the jaw by @harryforvogue (TA!h x TA!fmc, I would die for them)

this relationship of ours by @harryforvogue (dom!h x sub!fmc, second chance romance type of deal — again, I would die for them)

serendipity by @adorebeaa (such a cute plot, smut and some fluff!)

wake up call by @harryistheonlyoneforme (smut, nhl!harry x wife reader... what can I say, I love hockey au harry)

the devil is a gentleman by @1800titz (smut, if you're not reading this you're probably living under a rock, SUCH a good plot)

professor harry by @novelistrry (smut and fluff, professor!h x student!yn, short form fic)

literally anything on @freedomfireflies masterlist

tangointhenight by @teaspoon-full-of-sugar (on going short fic, erotic audio recorder (??)! harry, smut!)

anything on @haaarry masterlist

obviously anything on @moonchildstyles masterlist

pleasing by @stylesloveclub (chef!harry x waitress!yn, smut and fluff)

sunshine by @stylesloveclub (grumpy!harry x shy virgin!yn, a classic trope for the girlies, lil bit of smut and fluff)

anything on @jarofstyles masterlist, but some of my favorites include: -reaper (gang/biker!h x innocent-ish!yn) -sk8er boi (high school au, skater!harry x popular!yn) -level up (nerd!harry x popular!yn, high school au)

anything on @jawllines masterlist, but some of my favorites include: -mechanic!harry -boxer!harry -witch!harry x witch!yn -bookstore owner!yn x tattoo shop owner!harry -dom!harry x sub!yn -pornstars!harry and yn

mutually beneficial by @cherryjuiceblues (ceo!harry, dom x sub dynamics, smut obv)

I'll probably add more to this as time goes on but that's all I can think of atm and I need to go make dinner!!!! enjoy!! :D thanks to all of the incredible writers in the harry fic community for sharing your talents <3

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[lilystyles]

when not in rome.

a @lilystyles blurb!

my masterlist & no strings attached masterlist & blurbs masterlist

authors note idk this was a random thing i wrote at 2AM because i just missed them, i am still working on style so don't worry that should be out soon. also this is set way before no strings, i love writing about them in their previous moments!

brief description harry surprises y/n at her graduation (also listen to love of my life by h whilst readinggg)

warnings! angsty? fluffy? drunk y/n and harry (2.1k)

younger!lhh!nostrings!h x reader

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SIX YEARS BEFORE

University has a funny way of making you feel like you might never cross the finish line. Y/n like everyone else had multiple days where she would just sob and scream from the stress of it all. Exams were totally a torture device.

When Y/n graduated with her first degree before deciding to write her thesis Harry surprised her.

He’d been touring the world with One Direction for months now and she hadn’t seen him since Paris the year before, when he’d surprised her by flying her to join them in their Paris show and they’d had a wild few drunken nights that she felt blurred the lines of friendship into something more.

But after their few days, when the champagne ran out, and she came back home, she sobered and realised that nothing would ever happen between them. And if you spent a few nights with Harry in a limo drinking champagne and dealing with his wandering hands you too would fall for him. Just a bit. It's only natural.

She missed him, though, loads. He was one of her best friends after all.

Around a month ago they phoned each other, it was late for her and the morning for him, she’d been studying and they talked for hours catching up till the sky turned bright for her and her eyes drooped shut. The time between their phone calls had grown longer and longer now, and she missed him. She’d mentioned that she was graduating soon and that they were both supposed to be graduating if he’d stayed in Uni. She remembers them staying up late at parties discussing their futures and how post-graduation Harry was insistent that they’d still be roommates. She realised now that their dream definitely wasn’t a possibility anymore.

He’d told her that instead of being there graduating like they’d suspected he was going to be, he was in Rome at some fashion show gala thing, and his date was this sexy model named Rosalie who had her sex tape leaked a couple of months ago. She was happy for him, but a part of her couldn’t help but be disappointed. She felt like he was drifting away from her every day, but she couldn’t find in herself to be cross with him. He was swept up by the fame of it all, and how on earth could she be mad that he was literally a rockstar? She knew that he was still Harry and she was still Y/n but they weren’t Harry and Y/n anymore. Not like before.

And honestly, she’d probably leave everything and everyone behind, party all night, and sleep with sexy models too if she had the chance to be famous. But she couldn’t sing for shit. So instead she did what she was doing, and shoved her nose in a book rather than in lines off a bathroom sink, and she was rather content with the peacefulness of it all.

All thoughts of Harry were swept away from her mind when she walked across the stage in the grande hall. She was finally graduating! Thank god! She thought. She had a sash that showed she was an honours student, and she was blooming with pride, when they called her name her list of achievements was longer than the four painful years she’d spent studying in their grande libraries. She was so glad to shake the hand of one of her favourite professors and leave, the next year ahead she planned to travel and work overseas, she was excited about that.

But honestly, she was even more excited to get absolutely shit-faced at the graduation after-ball party. She found herself a few pints down, sitting by the edge of one of the fountains, when she nearly fell in at the absolutely shocking sight in front of her.

There was just no way it could be true. I mean he was in Rome, and she was drunk in London. She’d seen photos on her Twitter of him wrapping his tattooed arms around that Rosalie model girl, so how could he be here in London just like that? It was not real, surely. She must be hallucinating and the second-hand smoke of all the spliffs had finally got to her brain. But suddenly the man turned around and Jesus Christ it was him. It was Harry. His eyes were pinched as he searched the crowd and when he finally saw her they lit up, all green like a forest, and his mouth kicked up into that devilish grin of his.

He saw her dumb-struck expression and laughed softly walking toward his best friend. He was dressed in a suit jacket like everyone else, and since they were all drunk none of them noticed it was the Harry Styles of the One Direction AKA the biggest band in the world. To them, he was just some random twat who just graduated too.

His hair had grown all long and curly, and he just looked so much more like a man than when he’d left. Had he gotten taller? More strong? The arms of his jacket strained and Y/n sighed at the sight of him.

She didn't think she'd changed much, but Harry thought she looked even more beautiful than before, if possible.

When he stood right in front of her, her mouth was still wide in utter shock. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

He laughed. “Is that all you hafta’ say? Come on, hug your best friend!”

She sprang up from her seat and the silky long dress, which was a teal blue colour. All smooth and tight on her skin was hiked up slightly. Her gown and cap were long gone, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders. He lifted her up off the floor and spun them around. 

She smelt like peaches and sweetness, and God, he could've stayed holding her for weeks.

She giggled and felt her face hurt from smiling so big. “Oh my God, I can’t believe you!”

When he placed her down, his hands did not leave the curve of her waist. “Surprise, babe.”

“What the- shit- I thought you were in Rome! How’d you even get here?” She asked 

He smiled. “I was, got a flight this afternoon. It was the only one coming home, sorry for missing the graduation part.”

She just smiled up at him. “You’re crazy.”

He shook his head landing a hand on her shoulder. “I knew how important it was to you, and I missed you. Sue me.”

She laughed, eyes welling with slight tears. Maybe he wasn’t drifting too far from her after all. “Oh, god, don’t make me cry, you know how I get after a few pints, H.”

He laughed, arms outstretched for her to cuddle him. “Aw, pet, c’mere.”

She smacked his chest playfully but cuddled him nonetheless. “Let’s go get royally fucked, mate,” She whispered and they pulled apart, hands interlocking as she lead him off to one of the pubs where everyone was buying drinks.

It was called The Ducks Nuts.

A few of her mates were inside. Ones Harry didn’t know, but she’d already spent a good portion of the night with them. So she told them her old friend had surprised her and they’d be here and there.

Harry ordered them some shots and eventually the night was just a blur of hands touching each other, as they got so drunk Y/n felt her world spinning. They’d hopped around multiple different pubs and bars and Y/n was so tired. Her heels itched her feet with pain and she ripped them off, along with her bag. As they walked with little purpose she threw her things at him and began to dance in the middle of the road.

Harry was holding her things as she danced in the street showing her best Elton John impression, and he silently decided that was what made her so perfect. She was just herself. And he loved that about her, he loved everything about her.

He laughed and told her what a realistic impression it was, and how they’d met at some award show to back up that comment. She was infinitely jealous, she loved Elton.

On her way back toward him she landed in his arms after losing her footing he shook his head at her.

“You are very drunk, Lovie. Aren't ya'?" He said, in a soft tone one that made her tummy turn in flips.

She sighed as they walked in a direction with no destination in mind. “You aren’t drunk enough, you need to get on my level.”

He noticed her shiver under his arm and quickly ripped his coat off. It swallowed her form and she smiled gratefully hugging the coat around herself. It felt like a warm embrace, and that smell filled her nose and suddenly she was home in her old flat with him, home in Holmes Chapel, home with him. Just home.

“Smells good.” She giggled as she sniffed the shoulder pad, her cheek brushing against the soft material all dog-like. “N’ soft too.”

“Why thanks, it’s Gucci.” He replied. 

She rolled her eyes. “Come on then, money-bags, let’s get you as drunk as me.”

They strolled into a tavern near her flat and drank so much tequila that they had to practically carry each other home.

As Harry looked up at the stars and moon, feeling the cool air nip her skin he sighed. He hadn’t gotten this drunk, and been this happy in such a long time. He was giggling contently, as she leaned into him and he silently wished that the night would never end.

He never wanted his time with her to end either. He loved spending time with her, whether they were on an adventure or doing nothing at all. Y/n made it worthwhile.

When they reached the shitbox of a flat she lived in Harry followed calmly behind her, and when one of her neighbours spat a comment about drunken youths he sighed, “I wish you would’ve taken up my offer,”

She looked up at him as she played with the jammy door that never seemed to open on the first try. Shoving her shoulder into it as she managed to finally wedge it open, stumbling inside ungracefully.

And with a roll of her eyes, she ushered him inside. “There is zero chance I’d let my all-of-sudden bazillionaire rockstar friend buy me a flat, just cause he can afford shoes worth more than my entire life savings. Anyway, how could I ever pay it back? I have two p to my name and a packet of noodles in my possessions, Harry.”

He laughed. “Think of it as a graduation present then,”

She sighed. “Just shut up and sit down, and I’ll get some wine.”

It was almost 4AM now, and neither cared. They were beyond drunk, but Y/n missed him and if force-feeding him wine would get him to spend a whole 24 hours with her, she totally would.

When she sat down with two mugs spilling with a cherry red wine, that was the cheapest shit she’d ever bought, Harry laughed. Her wobbly legs forced her to land awkwardly on one thigh practically on top of his. He smiled, one that showed his kind eyes. 

Green pools of emerald she wished to swim in for eternity. She laughed at the thought, she really got poetic when she was drunk, huh?

“God, remind me to get you drunk more often.” He whispered.

She sighed. “Oh shut up, and fill me in on life then. Who are you shagging?”

He looked at her pointedly. “Who are you shagging?”

A blush crept up her neck, and suddenly the only secret she had kept from him was threatening to slip past her drunken red-stained lips.

“None of your business, but there’s this hot guy in my physics who I would totally shag,”

He laughed, but underneath it, he felt a jealousy creep up his spine, he knew he had no right since he’d been balls deep in two Italian models this morning, turns out threesomes are a really good cure for hangovers by the way. But despite that, he felt an itch he couldn’t scratch that resembled something pretty close to jealousy.

“What’s he like?” Harry asked.

She shrugged. “Dunno, tall, glasses, got that whole nerdy silent thing going for him.”

“That’s what you like then, silent types?” He asked, running a hand through his long curls, and she reached out to play with one.

She shook her head, and said distractedly, “I don’t know.”

“Makes sense why you never dated me then.” 

During primary school, Harry dated every girl in their class including Daisy and Penny, except Y/n who told him she didn’t fancy him. It was an ongoing topic of discussion between them. Why wasn't he good enough? He always asked.

She laughed at that comment. “I know you too well for that, and I get the unfiltered you, and I lived with you which was basically like being married to you. We bickered too much to ever date, Haz.”

He looked at her with hooded eyes, and for some reason that stung, but trying to be light-hearted he said. “Never say never, what if we needed to repopulate the earth?”

She looked over at him and placed a hand on his and kissed his cheek, all soft and slow, and for a moment he thought she might actually kiss him for real but instead, she said. “There’ll be no hope for humanity then.”

He sighed, fake pouting before a couple of minutes of silence passed and he turned to her and said. “Come with me to Brazil.”

Her eyes widened, “What?"

“I leave tomorrow night, come with me.” He said.

She frowned. “What? Come with you? You can't be serious.”

He nodded. “Please? I miss you! And we can party for a whole week together, or sleep, or do whatever the fuck you want! Just come, pack a bikini and something sparkly, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

Y/n and Harry did end up going to Brazil but that’s a story for another time.

She stood up from the couch holding her hand out to him, and he slid his into hers. Cool rings grazing the soft skin of her palm.

“Let’s just go to sleep, you're talking like a crazy person.” She said, softly pushing a lock of his hair away from his eyes.

He sighed at her, “But m’ serious, Love.”

“Alright, ask me again tomorrow. That is if you even remember...now come on, let’s listen to Fleetwood Mac and sleep until tomorrow evening.”

Y/n's room was cosy and welcoming. Harry felt his eyes droop at the sight. A tiny lamp shining over them in an orange glow, her cot-like bed covered in blankets and the scent of her likely covering those sheets.

That night they slept in Y/n’s twin bed, cuddling, with Stevie Nicks serenading them to sleep. Cheeks plump and pink from too much alcohol, hands wandering scandalously, and the love in air was thick and obvious.

Before Y/n fell asleep she pecked his lips, in a quick kiss, one that it barely even touched him and said, “Night, mate,”

His lips burned like wildfire, and from that night on, he did think humanity had a chance if it was up to them. Whether or not she believed that.

“Night, Love.”

i have been a bit slack with updates lately...second year of uni is crazy and im already soooo busy, but i missed them and i wanted to write a lil sum for y'all until my next proper update :) BIG LOVEEEE

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚em's masterlist˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

masterlist key:

☾ angsty

ᡣ𐭩 fluff

ִ ࣪𖤐ִ smut

Boxer!Harry

a fight for us ☾ᡣ𐭩

harry's fighting for respect for his girl

i'm okay baby ☾ᡣ𐭩

harry's injured and y/n's his emergency contact

grovelling ᡣ𐭩

a silly little blurb

TattooArtist!Harry

girls who drink espresso martinis ᡣ𐭩

where he's an asshole but she's pretty

be mine bee ᡣ𐭩

harry officially asks bee to be his.

Pleasing Pâtisserie ᡣ𐭩

a silly little story about the business name

happy birthday my moon ᡣ𐭩ִ ࣪𖤐

it's harry's birthday!

so you wanna marry me? ᡣ𐭩 ִ ࣪𖤐

harry's overworking himself for money to afford for the future.

no big deal ☾ᡣ𐭩

something so small can mean the world to the other person.

Miscellaneous!harry

fratboy!harry x professor!reader

after class ࣪𖤐

fratboy harry has a hot professor and she calls him in after class.

Harry Styles

always come back to you ᡣ𐭩

harry finally comes back to her.

Dormmate!Harry

if only you knew, bunny ☾ᡣ𐭩

always can count on your dorm mate

just the two of us ᡣ𐭩࣪𖤐ִ

dorm mates becomes more

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[ghost-proofbaby]

all of my silly little writings, in one place! please check here and my rules before you request anything ♡ warnings and word counts are included on the actual posts (unless they are for request events! then word counts are between me and god)

— KEY

angst ☾

fluff ❀

heavy/possibly triggering topics ✦

smut ❣

based off of songs ♫

— SPECIAL REQUEST EVENTS (includes writing for all characters, also individually organized by characters below)

spotify wrapped writings

twenty four hours of christmas

1k celebration

3k celebration

speak now (ghost's version)

smutty party prompts

— EDDIE MUNSON (stranger things)

fics/series

the shire is burning (ao3) (wattpad) - willow jenkins is in love with steve harrington. steve harrington is still in love with nancy wheeler. what happens when willow offers eddie munson a deal he can’t refuse? (not on here) ☾ ❀ ✦

twenty four hours (ao3) - in which eddie munson and you absolutely hate each other's guts. what happens when your friends make a bet that you can't spend more than twenty four hours consecutively together? (enemies to lovers, upside down does not exist) ❣ ☾

coffee shop blues - a series of blurbs where i heavily self project onto barista coworkers eddie & reader getting through the normal day to day while working at a coffee shop chain that definitely and legally doesn’t already exist. ❀

so scarlet (it was maroon) - two years ago, eddie munson got everything he’d ever wanted - except you. when fate brings the two of you back together, can he get the answers to all the questions you left him with? ☾ ❀ ❣ ♫

one-shots/blurbs/imagines

as it was - blurb based off of the song by harry styles. ❀ ♫

would've, could've, should've - mean!eddie based off of the song by taylor swift. ☾ ❣ ♫

what if i love you x bad omens - based off the songs by gatlin and 5 seconds of summer ❀ ♫

ode to a conversation stuck in your throat - one shot based off of the song by del water gap. cheating fic involving best friend!eddie and mentions of boyfriend!steve. ☾ ❣ ♫

moodswings - based off of the song by 5 seconds of summer. ❀ ✦ ♫

the first saturday of december - the first saturday of every december, the munson men always make time for each other. (wayne and eddie decorating for the holidays) ❀ ✦

ten more minutes - "ten minutes. give me ten minutes." in which eddie makes the two of you late for the gang's holiday party. ❣

good for one kiss - you and eddie continue with your regular christmas gifting tradition, except this year, something changes. (best friends to lovers) ❀

little bit - bestfriend!eddie blurb based on the song by lykke li. best friends to lovers? ♫ ❀

have faith in me - based on the song by a day to remember. hurt/comfort with post s4 eddie ✦ ♫

house song - based on the song by searows. just a big metaphorical mess of angsty eddie letting himself love someone. ☾ ♫

"it wasn't supposed to go this way." - taking place in "the shire is burning"universe, willow knows what is about to happen. and she won't let eddie sacrifice himself for her, not this time. ☾ ✦

"that's a lot of blood" - alternative to ^ that ^ request. still in shire universe. willow realizes she's cursed by vecna. ☾

work song - based on the song by hozier. post s4 eddie grapples with his newfound fear of death, and finds you. ♫ ☾

oh, what a wonderful feeling - when you have a bad day with your chronic pain, eddie is prepared to take care of you. ❀

summertime and stardust - you and eddie go stargazing, and it ends just as it always does. ❀ ❣

friday, i'm in love - one of these days, you'll talk to the cute boy at your coffeeshop. just... not today. ❀

who could stay? (you could stay.) - you're convinced that being loved comes with a cost. he finds a way to prove you wrong. ☾ ❀

if it were anyone else - If it were anyone else, the holding would have suffocated you. but it’s him. it’s eddie. ☾ ✦

no denture adventure - eddie questions you about the future, and tomfoolery follows. ❀

you showed me colors - an eddie munson soulmate au based on “illicit affairs” by taylor swift ☾ ♫

ours (eddie's version) - based on the song by taylor swift. ❀ ♫

long live (eddie's version) - based on the song by taylor swift. ♫

sparks fly (eddie's version) - based on the song by taylor swift. ❀ ♫

back to december (eddie's version) - based on the song by taylor swift. ☾ ♫

mine (eddie's version) - based on the song by taylor swift. ♫

a simple life - you try to clean your depression room while eddie's over, but he keeps distracting you. ❀

fictional boyfriends - eddie gets jealous of your newest fictional boyfriend from a game he got you into. ❀

when you know, you know - air hockey has never been so romantic. ❀

the seasons pass (but you never do) - he knew your reputation. he knew you had you way with half of hawkins. it was never going to end well - but that didn't stop him. ☾ ❣

it will come back - when eddie came back from the upside down, he was different. and you finally come to realize just how different the man you saved truly is one night, when push comes to shove. ❣ ♫ ✦

— STEVE HARRINGTON (stranger things)

one-shots/blurbs/imagines

nothing else i could do - based on song by ella jane. coworker!steve at scoops ahoy. ❀ ♫

can i leave me too? - based on song by the greeting committee. ☾ ♫

sweet like honey - enemies with benefits, hate-fucking. you always end up here - with steve, in the backseat of his bmw, claiming you hate him. ❣

haunted (steve's version) - based on the song by taylor swift. ☾ ♫

enchanted (steve's version) - based on the song by taylor swift. ♫

mine (steve's version) - based on the song by taylor swift. ♫

spark's fly (steve's version) - based on the song by taylor swift. ♫

— ROBIN BUCKLEY (stranger things)

one-shots/blurbs/imagines

either way, we're not alone - in which robin and jonathan have a conversation about belonging. [platonic robin x jonathan byers] ✦

— NANCY WHEELER (stranger things)

one-shots/blurbs/imagines

"who put that there?" - in which nancy resorts to desperate measures to get you under the mistletoe with her this year. (includes mentioned steddie) ❀

— STEDDIE X READER (stranger things)

one-shots/blurbs/imagines

up in flames - when steve and eddie don't pay you enough attention one morning, you decide that today's a good day to be a brat. ❣

electric touch (steddie's version) - some good old fashioned filth involving electric sex toys. was supposed to be based on the song by taylor swift, but written prior to release and... i was a little off base, i guess. ❣

— ASTARION ANCUNIN (baldur's gate 3)

fics/series

the moon will sing (i loved you like the sun) - how far would you go to save the one you love? what about a stranger? ☾ ❀ ✦ ❣

one-shots/blurbs/imagines

14. "Oh, you're hard to please." - smut dialogue prompt request in which astarion decides he's finally ready to feel you again. ❣

this list will be updated as i receive more requests, or stumble upon more wonderful inspiration. ♡

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[heartateasee]

Would anyone like to see what the plot of this week’s blurb is going to be? 🤭

YESSS BESTIEE YESSS DON'T ASKKK JUST POST IT!!!!😚

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[overallrry]

harry styles “sub space” fics

✩ all credit to the authors ✩

y/n in subspace:

chericlo

hello kitty

bubble of bliss

I'm baby

subspace blurb

floaty

colaharry

subspace

deep in subspace

muffindaddystyles

mean angry h

harrywritingsbyme

a show

meet-me-in-the-kitchen

gone under

luvonstyles

the one with the thumb.

harryforvogue

edged into subspace

mindofharry

angsty subspace

teaspoon-full-of-sugar

edge

harryfeatgaga

deep in subspace

harry in subspace:

maybank-malfoy-barnes

sub-space

thismaydestroyme

calming h down

daaydreamy

subspace

watermelonlovershigh

harry's feeling needy

adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy

harry in subspace

purplekiwis

subspace aftercare

goldengalore

a needy boy

harrystylesslutt

jealous in subspace

#harry styles subspace #sub!harry styles #harry styles fic recs #harry styles #harry styles x sub!y/n

[freedomfireflies]

Blurbs Masterlist!

Thought I'd add the blurbs to the main masterlist! And if you'd like to check them out (or need something to do while you pass the time in the bathroom), I've added them to this post, so they're all yours! You'll find some for Harry Styles, Dylan O'Brien, and Chris Evans!

Thank you again to everyone requesting, this is so much fun!

Main Masterlist (With full series)

~ Me? Jealous?

Best friend Harry

~ Rough and Loving It*

You tell Harry to get his anger out with you

~ How Do You Like Me Now?

Harry tells you he loves you more

~ Who Knew Olive Gardens Were Sexy?*

Makeup sex

~ Middle-Class Seats, First-Class Fun*

Meeting famous Harry on a flight

~ Soul Surfer

Scary Harry gets a scare

~ Speak Now

Best friends to lovers

~ Wet Dreams*

Harry catches you fucking yourself

~ Dangerous Games

Famous Harry is a PR nightmare

~ Harry in Subspace*

~ Showing Harry Around Hungary

~ I Don't Need You (But I Want You)*

Harry is your ex...but what's one last time?

~ Jealousy All Through the Weeknd

You and Harry run into your ex, Abel

~ Agent Dumbass

You get shot, Harry gets pissed

~ Stitch Me Up

Harry gets shot, You get pissed

~ Apple Orchards / Bon Iver Songs*

You and Harry get frisky in public

~ Sunny with a Chance of Stalking | Pt. 2

You find yourself behind bars with the very man accused of stalking you

~ I Think I'm Losing It

Pregnancy announcement on tour

~ Mirror, Mirror

Feeling a bit insecure

~ Maybe Harry's Not So Bad

You think Harry as having an affair

~ Ring, Ring! Hello? It's Horny*

You're feeling needy and call Harry while he's in a meeting

~ Lights, Camera...Angela?

Harry's director hits on him

~ And The Winner Is...*

Harry Wins a Grammy

~ Paging Dr. McHarry

You're a nurse and Harry needs help (Grey's Anatomy Crossover)

~ Harry in Your Highlight Reel | Pt. 2

Instagram concept

~ Keep Me*

Harry in subspace

~ Cruel and Unusual Punishment*

Harry keeps you strapped to a toy during his show

~ Better Not Pout*

The one where Harry isn’t leaving until he gets what he really came for.

~ Destiny

You see Harry for the last time

~ A Mother's Touch*

You and Harry celebrate Mother's Day

~ Always*

Harry Styles x Spencer Reid crossover

~ It Had to Be You*

Your ex-stepdad has something to tell you

~ The Walls Have Ears

Your best friend's brother, Harry, overhears something he shouldn't

~ No Tears Left To Cry

You and Harry get into an argument and he makes you cry

~ The Prism*

You, Harry, and Dylan go to a sex club

~ The First Time*

Your first time with Harry

~ Baby's First Baby

Harry tries to accept life and death

~ The Boy with Angel Wings

You and Harry roam the streets of Japan

~ Code Red

Harry is prepared to help with your period

~ Forevermore

Final show concept

Blurbs about Dylan and his different characters! (Gosh he's so pretty)

Dylan:

~ Getting Caught is Much More Fun*

Dylan wants a word...alone

~ Apple Orchards / Bon Iver Songs*

You and Dylan get frisky in public

~ Pillowtalk

You're secretly hooking up with the nerd...turns out, he's not so bad

~ Bathroom Briefing*

Secret meetings in the bathroom can be quite a bit of fun

~ The Prism*

You, Dylan, and Harry go to a sex club

Thomas:

~ Thomas the Angry Train

Thomas doesn't like your idea for the mission

~ Thomas the Angry Train pt. 2

You disobeyed his one order...and now you have to face his wrath

Mitch:

~ Alone Time Is Better With You*

You catch Mitch touching himself

~ One of Those Days*

You're having a bad day, but Mitch is there to make it better

Stiles:

~ Injured and Angsty*

Stiles hurt his wrist, but you're there to take care of him

~ Chaos, Strife, Pain...and You*

Turns out, Void feeds on more than chaos

~ Scott's a Peeping Tom

Scott catches you and Stiles making out

~ Now Let Me Hear You Cheer

Stiles can't get enough of your new cheer uniform

~ Tell Me a Secret

Stiles is rather secretive about his time at Eichen House

Richie:

~ Secrets, Sex, and Scandals pt. 1* | Pt. 2

You and Riche are sneaking around

~ Staying Out of Trouble*

Richie just can't help himself when it comes to you

Blurbs about Chris and his characters! Because everybody loves Chris!

Chris:

~ I Need You

You and Chris get into a fight, but neither of you can sleep until you've made it right

~ Have My Baby

Chris wants a future with you

~ Harry Styles Has Got Nothing On You

Chris is a little insecure about your past relationship

~ Make Me Your Future

Turns out, Chris needs a reminder on why you're his favorite

Full Masterlist

Credit for the amazing dividers to @firefly-graphics

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[tinydeskwriter]

The Harry Styles Masterlist

Here are all my Harry Styles blurbs, series, one-shots, I hope you guys enjoy, feel free to comment and make requests, I would love some ideas.

*Traitor Series 💔:

In which Harry cheated on his famous girlfriend and she feels heartbroken and petty. (warnings: angsty, cheating, pregnancy and pettiness)

Part One: Traitor

Part Two: Heartless

Part Three: After All This Time?

Extras:

Extra One: Who’s in My Bathroom

Extra Two: 73 Questions With Vogue

*Dirty Trick:

Harry’s team want him in a PR relationship to promote his new movie, and his IRL girlfriend isn’t okay with the idea.

Dirty Trick(Part I);

Safe Harbour in a Storm (Dirty Trick Part II)

*Cinema:

{friends turn to lovers turn to (supportive and extremely close) best friends and all the while she was the love of his life} Harry is still in love with his ex girlfriend- best friend

Cosmopolitan Article: Behold: Y/n and Harry Style’s Relationship Timeline

#harry styles angst #harry styles x you #harry styles blurb #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles imagines #harry styles imagine #harry styles

[knowiloveyoubabe]

Glimpse Of Us

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: Lots of angst n heartache!!

Summary: Harry said he'd moved on but he hasn't.

A/N: Writing this has been a nice distraction. I have been listening to this song nonstop, enjoy! <3

She’d take the world off my shoulders if it was ever hard to move. Harry reasoned with himself, gazing at the sleeping woman next to him, her face still and calm. She slept on her side most nights, one leg straight and the other bent, her hands tucked under the pillow where her head laid.

She’d turn the rain to a rainbow when I was living in the blue. He pressed on, thinking of all of the times she’d lifted him out of the downward spiral he’d been in since before he even met her. Since Y/N. Harry shook his head lightly, shutting his eyes.

Why then if she's so perfect, do I still wish that it was you? Y/N’s face flashed in his mind, smiling, crying, laughing, laying beside him. The images flashed in his mind so quickly, he could barely keep up. He turned, laying on his back, his hands finding their way to his face. 

Perfect don’t mean that it's working, so what can I do? When you're out of sight in my mind. His hands rub his eyes and settle on his chest. She was out of sight but always on his mind. He missed her, he wanted her again, over and over. Forever. Harry’s heart beat heavily against his ribcage, a shaky sigh escaped his lips. He felt a hand land softly on his arm, causing him to open his eyes, his eyes meeting her sleepy ones. 

‘Cause sometimes I look in her eyes and that's where I find a glimpse of us. There, behind the eyes of the woman he’s supposed to love, there she is. He caught a glimpse of the love he and Y/N once shared. He smiled softly, watching as the memories flew behind her eyes, all of it, all at once. She smiled back, believing it was for her. She pulled herself closer to Harry, draping her arm over his bare chest. She pressed a gentle kiss to his shoulder before settling back into her sleep.

And I try to fall for her touch, but I'm thinking of the way it was. Harry’s tired eyes peered down at his girlfriend, the woman he wanted so badly to love, her face only a few centimeters away from his shoulder. It’s not the same as it was, the way it was with Y/N. He remembered the way Y/N would rub his chest as she lulled them both to sleep, his arm tucked under her head. Before she’d drift into her slumber, she’d mutter the words he so desperately wanted to hear her say again. 

‘I love you.’ But this isn’t Y/N.

Said, “I'm fine,” said “I moved on.” Harry took in a deep breath, looking up at the darkened ceiling, trying to convince himself that this is not how he really felt, he’s moved on.

I’m only here passing time in her arms, hoping I'll find a glimpse of us. The intrusive thought screamed in his head. Her arms, they just weren’t the same. They didn’t hold him the same way as Y/N’s did, and now Y/N’s arms were around some other guy, a guy that’s not him. The image of her with another man rested behind his eyelids.

Tell me he savors your glory, does he laugh the way I did? Is this a part of your story? One that I had never lived. His mind spoke out to her silently. Harry recalled images, scenes of her in all of her glory. He hoped, prayed that the one holding her now savored her and gave her all that he could not.

Maybe one day, you’ll feel lonely and in his eyes, you'll get a glimpse. He secretly hoped Y/N felt the same way, wanting her to see him behind her guy’s eyes. He wanted her to miss his smile, his touch, his kiss, the same way he missed all of hers.

Maybe you’ll start slipping slowly and find me again. Harry felt the sting of tears in his eyes, releasing a trembling breath. He wanted her to find him again, he wanted to be saved from this deep despair. Who is he if she’s not there? 

With that thought nearly tipping him over some invisible edge, he carefully removed the arm of his girlfriend from around him and got out of bed. He pulled a hoodie over his head, sliding his feet into his slippers and leaving the room. He was determined to find her again, tell her every word that passed through his racing mind. 

He recalled the day they went their separate ways as he approached the front door of his apartment, her tear stained cheeks and trembling lips. Regret swirled in his chest, his breath catching in his throat. He wanted to take it all back, he just wanted her again. 

When you're out of sight in my mind. Harry felt the hot tears begin to fall down his cheeks, some trailing down to rest at the corner of his lips. He released a deep sigh, wiping his tears on the sleeve of his old hoodie. He reached for the doorknob, prepared to run miles to Y/N’s house in his slippers. He thought of how he’d fall to his knees and beg her to give him another chance, he thought of her face looking down at him, her smile, her voice telling him she loves him, her arms wrapping around him. Harry inhaled deeply, twisting the doorknob before hearing a slight creak settle in the hardwood floor behind him.

“Again?” He heard the small voice ask. Harry ducked his head slightly, wincing. He turns around, his eyes meeting with his girlfriends.

‘Cause sometimes I look in her eyes and that's where I find a glimpse of us. Her eyes held nothing but concern as she stepped closer and closer to him. But Y/N, he needed Y/N. Her hand cupped his stubbly cheek as he stood there silently.

And I try to fall for her touch, but I'm thinking of the way it was. He felt as though he was free falling, back down to earth he goes.

“This has been happening more often. What’s wrong, baby?” Her hand brushes a strand of hair from Harry’s face, her worried voice bringing him further down. Guilt weighed heavy on his shoulders.

Said, “I'm fine,” said “I moved on.” 

“I’m okay. Just a bad dream again.” He cleared his throat, scanning the face of the woman he would give anything to love, standing in front of him. Harry feigned a smile and she pulled him in for a hug.

I’m only here passing time in her arms.

“I love you.” She whispered against his neck, squeezing him lightly and rubbing his back, the way Y/N used to.

Hoping I'll find a glimpse of us.

“I love you, too.” He exhales softly, his shoulders slump as he accepts defeat. This is it, she’s gone and all that’s left is a glimpse.

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