#harry styles fic
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a/n: my uterus was getting ready for a child this week so i wrote this because i've been in a dadrry mood. also to everyone who has sent in requests they’re coming i promise slowly but surely
warnings: the media being horrible (as always), curse words, slight suggestive talk in the end and it eludes to smut,
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It wasn’t easy bringing a child on tour. They need constant care and supervision, and sometimes the tour lifestyle makes looking after a child difficult. Not to mention the continuous moving around makes small children antsy.
You got pregnant just after Harry finished his first solo tour, it was unexpected but welcomed, your pregnancy going smoothly in the comfort of your home in London, Harry still writing for his second album, but his main focus was on you.
When your daughter, Ivet, was born, you kept the news of your child in your family, wanting to cherish the first few months of her life in private, wanting to get the parenting job right without the watchful eye of the media.
When the media found out though, it was a total accident. At about ten months old, Ivet had gotten a little more fussy, so you and Harry thought a change of scenery would calm her or entertain her. So you traveled to Spain.
It was her first time on a beach, the sand tickling her little toes and the water cooling her soft skin erupting a loud giggle, making you and Harry beam at her. Someone must have recognized your husband, —You had gotten married after he filmed Dunkirk, having a beautiful wedding in Jamaica where he also wrote his first album (Harry chose to keep that out of his Behind the Album documentary, but he had called you his wife in an interview, which broke the internet)— taking pictures of your little family and posting them, again breaking the internet.
To say you were disappointed would be an understatement. You had tried so hard to keep her out of the public eye, to have her grow up in a somewhat normal life in her first months, knowing the rest of her life would be anything but. Your wishes all went down the drain. Harry was undoubtedly angry, the rest of the day was him on the phone with Jeff figuring out how he could address this.
He addressed it two days later, in an instagram post. It was a picture of you and Ivet, just your silhouettes showing and the blue water in the background, his caption short and sweet.
My beautiful girls. x
Ivet is three now, running around the center stage with the crocheted sunflower, Harry vocalizing into the microphone and you are sitting on the stairs, watching them.
“Mummy!” She screeched, her cheeks glowing red, pants leaving her lips, her curly hair disheveled above her head.
“Yes, my love?” You huffed as she jumped into your chest, her little arms wrapping around your neck, one of your hands holding onto the edge of the stairs to keep you from falling.
“Ivy, be careful with mumma.” Harry scolded behind you, Ivet mumbling a little apology.
“Can we go see auntie Sarah?”
You thought for a second, trying to figure out if Sarah was busy with either the band or her baby. You remember when she had facetimed you and Harry to tell you she was expecting, and you had almost dropped your phone. Throughout her pregnancy, you gave her all of the pregnancy and birthing books you had and gave her all of the infant clothes that Ivet grew out of, even though they were all pink and floral (but who needs gendered clothes these days?).
You were in the U.S. when she gave birth, she had told you she had her baby boy with a little picture, a pink onesie with bunnies and rainbows wrapped around his small frame. He’s here!
“Sure, baby. Let’s go. Go give daddy a kiss.”
She shows off the same dimples as her dad, running back to him. Harry turns around at the sound of her footsteps, his arms opening as he crouches down to get to her height. She giggles as he wraps her up, straightening back up and swinging from side to side. Harry loudly kisses her cheek, then turns his head so his cheek is close to her face. Her small hands hold his jaw in place as she presses a loud kiss on his cheek as well. “Oh, I love you, princess.” He says as he puts her down.
“Love you too, daddy.”
She ran back towards you, taking your hand, the crocheted sunflower in her other arm, hugging it close to her chest.
She babbled on as you walked the corridors of the arena, her little hand waving at every stagehand and employee that walked by. They all wave back, but you weren’t sure if it was because they were nice and indulged the little girl, or because they knew she was the daughter of the only reason they had a job in the first place.
You made it to Sarah’s dressing room, hearing her softly sing on the other side of the door.
Ivet reaches for the door handle, but you stop her. “You knock first, Ivy.”
She chuckled nervously and then bites down at her bottom lip before she fists her hand and raps against the sturdy door.
Ivet looks up at you expectantly, her fingers coming up to her face to play with her bottom lip.
“Open the door, love.”
She excitedly opens the door to see Sarah walking around the room, every step she took had a bounce, her son in her arms murmuring along to his mom.
“Auntie Sarah!” Ivet runs in, coming up close to her and hugging her legs. Sarah carefully bends sideways to hug her back, one of her arms holding her son securely to her chest.
“Hi bug! How are you doing?”
“Good, daddy let me sing into the mic today.” She said proudly as she took a seat on the couch, you following close behind.
“Really? What song did you sing?”
“Oh, you have wonderful taste! Wanna be like your dad when you grow up?” She indulged your daughter, her eyes moving from her son to her.
“Yeah! I wanna sing and write songs just like daddy.”
You bud in, “How’s little Jones doing?” You asked the new mother.
She sighs. You felt for her. Taking care of a child is not easy, and you couldn’t imagine doing it while on the road. You could see it in both Sarah and Mitch how exhausted they were, and even though you had offered to help multiple times, to take a little weight off their shoulders, they say they're fine.
“It’s been alright. He’s not fussy but he won’t fall asleep either.”
“Can I hold him?” Ivet asked asked from beside you. You looked up at Sarah and gave her a look, telling her she didn’t have to say yes. Sarah just smiles dismisses your look with a head shake.
“Of course, Ivy. Okay-” She moves to sit next to your daughter, holding her son out, still keeping his head up in the crook of her arm.
“Okay, hun. Hold out your arms, like this.” You put an arm around her so you can adjust her arms, holding them out like a bowl.
“Ready to hold your cousin?” Sarah smiles as she slowly puts her son in Ivets arms. “Make sure to hold his head up, darling.”
Ivet moves the arm that's under the top half of the infant, her bent elbow now under his head. He whines at the movements, but he soon calms down, his nose twitching and small eyes blinking from the light.
Harry and Mitch had come in, pausing their conversation once they saw the beautiful scene in front of them.
You looked up at Harry as he paused at the door, Mitch continuing into the room and sitting next to Sarah, giving her a kiss on the temple. Harry’s look moved between you and your daughter, a smile slowly pulling his lips up.
“Hi, daddy. Hi uncle Mitchy. Look!” She exclaimed in a hush tone, watching the baby in her arms breath evenly, eyes drifting closed.
“Look at you, love. Such a good big cousin.” Harry said as he sat on the arm of the couch next to you, his blunt fingernails dragging up and down your back, his lips pressing a small kiss to the top of your head.
“You’d make a great big sister too, huh Ivy?” Mitch asked, a teasing smile playing on his lips as he looked between you and Harry. Sarah scolded him, slapping him on the chest.
Ivet gasped loudly, but you quickly shushed her, not wanting the baby in her arms to wake up. “Yeah! I wanna be a big sister mommy!” She exclaimed in a hush tone again, looking down at the baby again. “I’ll be good mommy, I can help- oh! Give them my toys!”
You stutter, not knowing what to say. You and Harry hadn’t talked about another child yet, his career taking a quick turn towards the better, making him a little more busy. And even if you did talk about it, you weren’t sure if you wanted to have another one. Although your pregnancy went rather smoothly, it still took a toll out of you, and that’s not even including labor. And taking care of two children, an infant and a toddler would not be easy, especially with Harry’s job.
“Okay,” Sarah starts, sensing the tension rising in the room. “We have to get ready for the show so Ivy, thank you for taking such good care of him, you’re a great big cousin.” She said as she took her son into her arms, handing him to Mitch and walking towards the other side of the room towards his bassinet, her hand smacking Mitch’s back.
“Let’s go Ivy, we gotta help daddy get ready.”
She jumps off the couch and takes her dad’s hand, skipping out of the room with each step her dad took.
Harry adjusted the suspenders on his shoulders in front of the floor length mirror, his fingers then fixing the rings on his fingers. Ivet had joined Pauli in their pre-show dance party in their dressing room, leaving you and Harry alone.
“What if we did have another one?” Harry blurted out, avoiding your gaze.
“What?” You looked at Harry from your spot on the couch, not sure if you heard him right.
Harry sighs as he comes to sit next to you, his hand taking yours and playing with your engagement ring. “What if we did, give Ivet a little sibling?” He hesitated, the words coming slowly from his mouth.
You sighed defeatedly, leaning closer to Harry to rest your head on his shoulder. “I don’t know Harry, I mean Ivet isn’t in school yet and it’ll be such a handful-”
“I don’t mean right now, baby. But, wouldn’t it be great? Soon Ivet is gonna grow up-”
“You’re acting like she’s going off to college tomorrow.” You joke, pulling a chuckle from the both of you.
“She’s already a genius, she might as well be going.” Harry continued, moving his arm to wrap around your shoulders. You both laugh.
As your laughs die down, Harry continues your conversation. “But I mean, I loved taking care of her. Loved watching her take her first steps, and say her first words. And I want to do that all over again.”
Harry paused his little speech to see your reaction, and all you can do is look up at him, a smile playing on your lips.
“I loved those parts too.” You softly spoke. “But you’re on tour-”
“I don’t mean we have to start now— well I mean we still do that part,” He teased with a smirk, your hand coming up to slap his chest. “But we can try after the tour, and Mitch, Tommy and I are taking our time with the next album. We could even stop if-”
“No-” You interrupt him, moving a little from beside him to look directly at him. “I can’t ask you to do that, this is your dream-”
“Well dreams change, (Y/N). It all changed when I met you. And then when I proposed to you, then married you and then you gave me the gift of Ivy. I would give up everything, if it meant we could have another child.”
You could only stare at him, tears flooding your vision.
“But if you really don’t want to go through that again, I understand. I have no say in this and I know that-”
You interrupt him again but this time with a kiss, your hands cupping his face, your fingers digging into his hair, your thumb rubbing his soft cheek. You let out a tiny sob as you pull away just to rest your forehead on his, tears flowing down your cheeks. “Let's have another one.” You breathed out.
Harry’s eyes widened, his hand coming up to your arms and rubbing your skin lovingly. “Really?”
You let out a laugh, nodding against him. “Yeah.”
You barely finished talking before Harry pulled you into his lap, his arms wrapping around you tightly, sobs coming from him.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck I love you so fucking much. You’re gonna look so good pregnant with my baby again.” His voice lowers and his eyes darken, his hands moving down to squeeze your hips.
Your breath hitches in your throat, your hips absent-mindedly rolling over his, making Harry groan. “You know,” Harry looks at the clock on the wall before pushing you down onto the couch, making you yelp. “Jenny just started her set, think we can get a little practice in, huh mumma?” He moved to kneel on the couch, his body on top of yours, his lips kissing your neck and your jaw.
You let out a small moan, your legs wrapping around his waist. “Harry, we don’t have a lot of time-”
“I can make it quick, I promise. Remember all those times on my first tour? Those were the best times.”
“You’re so annoying.”
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[put the rings back on.]
It was so obvious that Harry was missing his rings tonight. The fans picked up on that little detail instantly. They also put two and two together as to why the rings could be off.
Harry laid in bed beside you, a face mask covering his face as he decompressed from the show. You on the other hand felt a little on edge seeing people theorize about the lack of rings.
“Obviously he was ring deep before the show”
“No rings and he was late on stage? Ok y/n”
You felt a little icky. It felt weird to have people on the outside theorize about those really intimate moments you share with Harry.
“You got your face on, what’s wrong?” Harry asks looking over to you. You shrug slightly putting your phone down and turning on your side to face him.
“S’about the rings right?” He asks peeling the mask off. He balls the mask up and tosses it Into the trash across the room. His hands rub in the access liquid before he slides down to lay facing you.
“It’s stupid but I feel icky.” Harry pulls you into him, his hand rubbing your belly. You curl into him finding comfort in his warmth.
“M’sorry lovie. My fault, should’ve been more careful.” He whispers.
“Not your fault, I mean we are both grown adults who have sex. It’s a little weird though when our two person activities somehow become an orgy of thousands.” He snorts a laugh at your comment.
“Ew, I get it now.” His nose scrunched up in distaste.
You laugh throwing your head back against the pillow. Harry takes the opportunity to nuzzle his face into your now exposed neck.
“Don’t feel too icky love. It’s only ever going to be me and you. Don’t think I can get hard to anyone else. You’ve ruined me.” Harry says honestly. Your ego inflates by ten.
“Good, I don’t want anyone else cumming on those rings.” Harry snickers in your neck. The whole situation was humorous. Harry not wearing his rings because moments prior they were buried deep into your core and drying on the counter after being drenched.
“Rings are just for you.”
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Love on Tour ♡
Part 21: Pittsburgh
A/N: Hey besties!! Here we go!! Hope you enjoy this part! I don't have much to say here tonight other than I love you all and that I appreciate each of you so much. Thanks for taking the time to read my story and follow this journey with me. Send me a message when you're done reading! Would love to hear your thoughts and also you can leave your guesses or where the story is heading! We still have a long way to go! Love - Vee
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Part 21: Pittsburgh
October 14, 2021
I’m not feeling my best today.
Maybe it’s the fact I’m finally back to being regular with my pill and my body is having to adjust to the hormonal changes, but for the last couple of days I’ve been feeling pretty off. And when I say off, I mean, unattractive.
I’ve never before had a human version of a Greek god as a boyfriend so that is also a lot of pressure, not gonna lie.
I kinda hate myself for feeling like this because for a long time I’ve succeeded in not giving the way I look more importance than it has. But I know I’m human, so I’m trying to remind my brain to be gentle with myself.
I’m in the ensuite of our room, standing in front of the mirror in just my underwear and staring at myself, trying to reason with my own head. I hear the door open and close, a sign that Harry’s back from his morning run.
“Hey baby, I’m back” He announces as if on cue and I smile a little bit to myself. Harry’s presence is the only thing that always brings me comfort. Thinking about that makes me forget for a second that I’m literally standing naked in the middle of the bathroom and that it probably looks weird to Harry when he finds me here.
“What are you up to?” He asks, chuckling under his breath and I blush like I just got caught red handed “Not that I’m complaining, I love the view”
Always so cheeky.
“Nothin, just thinking,” I say, taking two steps forward toward the counter and turning the tap on to wash my hands.
“About?” Harry asks curiously. He walks over and sets himself behind me, connecting our eyes through the image of both of us in the mirror. His closeness makes my whole body flush instantly.
“Just that maybe I should start joining you in your morning runs. I’m not feeling my best” I say.
He still looks confused, probably thinking I mean it health-wise and in that case running would probably not be the best idea.
“Physically, I mean. I think I might have put on a little weight” I finally say, giving him a weak smile and I look up seeing how his eyes suddenly soften and his expression turns to one of understanding.
“Oh Bunny,” He says, pressing himself to me and tenderly placing his hands on my naked hips. He leans in and pecks the side of my neck sweetly “You look absolutely stunning to me”
I blush and look down, slightly embarrassed that I confessed such a seemingly superficial insecurity to Harry.
“Hey” Harry says, when he sees my body language change tense “I would be more than happy if you join me on my morning runs, but that’s because I love spending as much time as possible with my girlfriend” cue the butterflies “not because I think there’s anything you need to change about your body.”
I look up, giving him a shy smile.
“With that said baby, you know it’s your body and I will support anything you choose to do with it. As long as it’s healthy and good for you, okay?” He smiles, a big toothy green and my heart starts beating rapidly with this newfound feeling that’s overtaken me lately.
I just nod at him.
“I love your body, so fucking much” He says and then hesitates for a bit, like he’s about to say something else but stops himself “and you know why? Because it holds your heart” he presses a kiss to my shoulder” and mind” another kiss” and soul” a third kiss “My absolute favorite person.”
He snakes his arms around my waist, hugging me to him, and I place my own hands over his biceps.
“Your favorite person? Really?” I ask in a teasing tone, because I know his favorite person is his mom. Though I don’t doubt I am now a close second. He makes it pretty clear.
He’s my new favorite person too.
“Yeah, but don’t tell my mom. She gets jelly” He says in the most childlike innocent tone and I chuckle.
“Now, if you let me” He leans in, pressing yet another kiss to the side of my neck and then moving his lips to my ear, whispering in the most sensual tone “I’m going to tell you what else I adore about your body”
He lifts his hands from my waist to my breasts, cupping one in each hand.
And just like that Harry has turned a cute moment into a sexually charged one in two seconds.
He really is a menace.
“I love your breasts. I wish I could bury my face in them forever” He says, squeezing them lightly with his hands over my black mesh bra “They’re so perky and they fit perfectly in my hands, like they were made just for me”
He squeezes again, while pressing a kiss to my right shoulder and my core starts to burn with desire. He brings one hand to my back, expertly unclasping my bra and making it fall to the ground. Exposing me to him.
“Perfect” He whispers, bringing both hands back to my breasts and playing with my nipples for a few seconds. I let out a breathy moan and he chuckles.
He lowers his hands and places them over my hips, holding them tightly.
“Your hips, god you have no idea what you do to me when you dance and move those perfect hips. Mmm, my own Colombian goddess. Lucky bastard that I am. Could cum just from watching you dance” He rubs my hips a little bit with his hands, both of our breathings increasing due to his dirty words.
I’m getting wet with every word he utters and I’m sure he has to be at least semi hard by now. I don’t know what’s more arousing, his dirty words or knowing how he feels about my body.
He then slides his hand back so that they’re both grabbing my butt.
“This arse, so round and so firm and all mine” He squeezes it as well and then he lets his finger tease quickly over my butthole, before placing his hands on my hips again. He whispers in my ear with his grave voice “Hope you’ll let me fuck it sometime”
I gasp and clench my thighs. The thought of exploring that unknown territory to me with Harry is slightly scary but also incredibly arousing.
“I’ve never” I start to say but Harry interrupts me with a kiss to my earlobe.
“It’s fine baby, not right now anyways” He says, in a soft tone now, and I nod. The duality of this man will never stop surprising me.
Just when I think we are back to having a tender moment he slides his hand between my thighs and glides his fingers over my entrance.
“And this cunt” he whispers, making my whole body shiver “My favorite thing in the world”
With the swift movement of one single finger, he pulls my panties down, giving him access to my folds. He brings his thumb to my clit, drawing circles on it. I let out a loud moan and I feel my knees weaken, but Harry tightens his grip around my chest, holding me in place and close to him.
“I got you princess” He says, still playing with my clit and running his middle finger up and down my fold teasingly.
“Open up a little bit for me” He demands and I do as I am told, spreading my legs slightly so that he can now push one of his long fingers inside me. I gasp, and my whole body trembles at the sudden contact of his digit against my walls. I place both of my hands on the counter, gripping it tightly to support myself.
With my new position slightly bent over, Harry pushes his hips against, making me feel his hard dick against my ass.
“Can you feel that baby? That’s how I feel about your body” His words make the pressure in my stomach increase and I know I’m already close. But it’s when Harry pushes a second finger inside me without a warning that I literally start seeing stars.
I whimper and Harry chuckles against my ear, enjoying the state he’s got me in.
“Such a fucking perfect pussy” He says huskily “so warm, and tight, and mine”
Harry’s name leaves my lips again and again in between moans and whimpers. I feel my whole body clench and I know he’s found my g-spot.
“That’s it baby cum for me, cum around me” He doesn't have to say it twice when I’m orgasming with his fingers still inside of me. I let out a cry of pleasure, not even caring if I’m being too loud. I feel my orgasm come in strong waves, and just when I think I’m getting off my high, Harry gets down on his knees and attaches his mouth to my clit, immediately making me cum again around his tongue. Two consecutives orgams. That’s definitely a first for me.
Harry stands up again and we stare at each other through the mirror. Me, trying to catch my breath and Harry, with a smug smirk on his face and my own release coating his chin. He presses himself closer and I feel his hard dick against my behind again.
“Want some help with that?” I ask him, still breathless.
“You don’t have to love” He says softly, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
“I want to” I say, and turn myself around so that I’m now facing him, our chests flushed together. He leans in and presses a kiss to my lips.
I take a step back, and jump on the counter. I lean back on my hands, careful not to hurt myself with the tap and spread my legs. Harry’s eyes drop to my pussy immediately.
“Come on baby, I need you” I breathe out. Harry pulls his shorts down in seconds, man probably broke a record. But finally his rock hard dick is free.
“Fucking perfect you are” He says, before taking a step closer to me and pushing himself inside me. We moan at the same time at the contact. He stays still, me enjoying the feeling of fullness and him enjoying the feeling of my walls around him.
He places his hands on my back and pushes me against his chest, resting his forehead on my shoulder.
“Aren’t you going to move?” I ask with a little chuckle.
“Give me a second, I’m enjoying this” He breathes out against my skin.
It takes him 10 seconds to start pounding into me mercilessly and only 10 minutes till we are both moaning and cumming at the same time.
I’m so happy to be back at our little routine of helping him get ready for his shows. so I make my way inside his dressing room with a smile on my face.
“Hey girlfriend” Harry greets me as soon as I step in with a smile that mirrors mine.
“Hey boyfriend” I call back, walking all the way till I’m in front of him and pressing a kiss to his lips. He’s only wearing a loose white towel around his hips and I want him again.
“I will never get tired of being called that” He says and I chuckle.
“You better not” I wink at him. I walk over to where his outfit for the night is hanging and grab it for him.
Black pants and suspenders and a metallic light gold button down. Finally he’s wearing something other than red.
He drops his towel, baring himself completely in front of me and I blush lowering my gaze. Harry notices me getting shy and chuckles.
“Babe, you’ve seen every inch of this already” He says, picking up his briefs and pants and getting dressed piece by piece. I shake my head at him and take a step closer, buttoning his shirt for him. His gaze focus on my yellow painted nails.
“I like your nail polish” He smirks.
“Mmm, it’s my boyfriend’s new brand” I say, smirking as well.
Jeff arrived this morning in Pittsburgh from California, he will be joining us until Harryween, and he brought with him trials to five of the Pleasing nail polish shades that Harry requested exclusively for me.
“What a talented boyfriend you have” He says and I hit his shoulder playfully, rolling my eyes. Always very humble.
He walks in front of the mirror and checks himself out, making sure his whole outfit is in place. I check him out as well, loving how the gold and black clothes look on him.
“So handsome” I tell Harry and he smiles at me in appreciation. I know he’s feeling a bit nervous tonight so I walk over to him and stand behind him, wrapping my arms around his back and squeezing him in a comforting hug.
“You’ll do great tonight” I say, pressing a kiss right between his shoulder blades.
“I know” He says, turning around and facing me “I’ve got my lucky charm with me”
So incredibly corny as usual, but also so incredibly mine. So I stand on my tiptoes and press my lips to his. We stare at each other for a few seconds, and I start to wonder if this incredible feeling of euphoria we feel when we are together will ever wear off.
“Okay I’m ready” He says, someone had to finally break the moment. He walks to the vanity where he’s set up his small jewelry box. I see him put on his dreams and when he walks past me on his way to the door a sparkle I haven’t noticed before catches my eye.
“Wait, is that a new ring?” I ask him and he stops right under the doorframe and turns back to me.
“Yeah, it’s opal” He smiles and gives me a wink. He doesn’t say anything else, turning back around and leaving.
Opal is my birthstone and just yesterday we had a conversation about this.
You should wear the birthstone of someone you love so that it keeps them protected.
I knew he was asking Lambert for a new ring but I thought it was going to be his own birthstone. Amethyst.
Wear the birthstone of someone you love.
I stay frozen in my place, my heart thumping so fast and loud I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone in the arena can hear it.
He loves me.
Harry loves me.
I really don’t want to get my hopes up but deep down I know he does. We still haven’t said the three words yet to each other as we barely just got back together after our huge fight. But sometimes, actions speak louder than words, and the way that Harry is so caring and tender with me. That is definitely love.
I shake my head forcing myself to come back to reality and walk out of the dressing room, heading to the sidelines where I’ll be watching my boyfriend.
“What do you say we watch a movie before bed? I’m not really that tired tonight” Harry asks as soon as I join him in the elevator. He arrived a little bit before me tonight, as I stayed behind helping Tallulah make sure everything from the arena was getting packed. But I caught up with him just in time, as he was getting in the elevator.
“We could watch a scary movie, it’s spooky season after all” I say with a big smile and he chuckles at my excitement.
“Whatever you want to watch babe. What have you got there mm?” He asks, curiously peeking inside the cardboard box I’m carrying and taking it from my hands to carry it himself.
“Just a bunch of plush sunflowers that get thrown at you every show” I explain, chuckling. I’ve made it my mission to ask someone from the arena staff to help me pick up all the sunflowers every night and put them in this box, and then I go and place them all around the stage while Harry showers before every show.
“Oh, so you’re the one in charge of the sunflower garden that’s been growing around my stage” He says with a smirk on his lips, but adoration in his eyes.
“I am” I shrug and give him a small smile of my own. The elevator doors open and Harry somehow manages to carry the big cardboard box with just one hand and extends his other one for me to grab. I do just that and he intertwines our fingers, leading us to our room.
I take the key out of the back pocket of his pants and open the door.
“Home sweet home” Harry says as soon as we walk inside and just the fact of him calling our space a home makes me all giddy, even if it’s just out of a common expression.
I follow him inside and he’s sitting on the edge of the bed on his side, he just took his shoes off and is now checking his phone. I climb on the bed and make my way behind him, on my knees with my chest pressed to his back I wrap my arms around his neck.
“Mmm you were so good tonight” I say. He puts his phone aside, ready to give me his whole attention and reaches up to hold my hands with his own. He turns his head to the side, so he can see me and smiles.
“Thanks bunny, I really love having you there watching me” His words make my heart beat a mile a minute but I’m already getting used to the way my whole body reacts to him.
He loves spending time with me. He loves my body. He loves having me there watching him. We really have started to use the world love much more casually around here, it seems.
But still no three words.
And I fear I could scare him away if I say them first.
I shake my head of these thoughts, not wanting to ruin my good mood tonight.
“So, opal mm?” I question, and he smirks. He takes me by surprise when he turns around, making me flat on the bed on my back. He hovers over me, his hands at each side of my head.
“Yes, opal. My mom’s birthstone,” he says.
My whole body freezes and all the color drains from my face.
Maybe I’ve been reading everything wrong.
“And also your birthstone” Harry says, leaning in and connecting his lips to mine. I let him kiss him for a bit and then break apart.
Sneaky bastard. He knows what I’ve been thinking.
“The two most important women of my life” He then says with a stern expression, like he wants me to know he’s not teasing anymore. He’s being completely serious.
“Really?” I ask shyly. He stares at me with so much adoration in his eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever been looked at like this before.
And I look back at him with the exact same adoration.
“Yeah” He says “I think October might just be my lucky month”
We stay quiet for a second, indulging in the deep and intimate moment we’ve just shared. A small acknowledgment of how he feels about me.
“But don’t tell Gemma” He says, leaning in and placing a kiss on my neck, his slight scruff tickles me, making me giggle.
Much later, when I get out of the bathroom after showering wearing a white fluffy robe, with my hair damp and my skin freshly moisturized, Harry’s standing in front of the TV with the remote at hand, browsing through the catalog of Halloween movies on Netflix.
I sit on the edge of the bed with my hair, and start combing my hair. An essential part of my nighttime routine. Harry turns around and stares at me, a small smile on his face.
“Can I? He asks, signaling with his head to my hair comb. I just nod.
He hits play and climbs into the bed behind me and takes the hair comb from my hands. He starts to carefully comb my hair, being so incredibly tender. Hocus Pocus is starting to play on the TV.
I exhale happily. This domesticity makes me so content.
Once Harry’s done, he sets the hair comb aside and leans in pressing a kiss to my jawline.
“Can you keep a secret?” He whispers in my ear and I nod. My back is tense, not knowing what he will say.
“The ring has your name engraved” His words make my heart jump out of my chest and without hesitation I turn around, making us fall into bed, me on top of him. My lips are quick to find his and we start kissing deeply and passionately.
I love you too, Harry.
Pretty boy, you did this with me, boy
Now it's all about to end
Baby girl, look where we made it, girl
Hmm, now we're falling
As long as I got you
I'm gonna be alright
As long as I got you, yeah
I'm not afraid to die
Pretty Boy - The Neighborhood
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The Elevator (PART 4 of CEO!Harry having a crush on adorable and chubby Y/N)
You can read: PART 1; PART 2; PART 3
Hello! Your favorite CEO is back!! I know this part is short but I promise I'll make up for it on the next part 👀
There’s a slight jump to Harry’s step from the moment he gets out of bed on Monday.
He’s excited to see Y/N again.
How could he not be?
Funnily enough, the weekends were slowly but surely turning into the draggiest, most boring days of his week. Which is comical, taken the fact Harry once used to look up to them like everyone else does… to go on his early morning jogs, followed by a smoothie in the park before coming home to be given the judgmental eyes by Atlas, his Persian Chinchilla cat, once he starts prancing around half-naked in between the bedroom and the bathroom, getting ready to shower.
Right after that, he will usually plop on the sofa, order enough take-away to last him the whole day and pick a selection of movies to watch until nighttime.
Sounds a bit depressing, he knows.
But those would be Harry's weekends in a nutshell.
And at a certain point in his life, he actually enjoyed things to be like that: as much as a person can enjoy spending his nights in the company of no one but a bad-tempered cat, of course. It wasn't ideal... but it also wasn't so bad... and it was better than going to a bar to arrange a one-night stand who would inevitably do nothing to help his loneliness. And having to go through that tedious ritual of politely sending them away the next morning was an absolute drag. Besides, Atlas always got extra moody with Harry after having been kept outside the bedroom for the night, and without his cat's cuddles, Harry felt even more lonely.
It was a vicious cycle he preferred to avoid, so he stuck to his weekends of movies and take-away... But lately those never seemed distracting enough. The days felt more boring than usual, longer, and most often than not, Harry found himself just longing for it to be Monday again.
Yes, his favorite days were Mondays now,
Can you believe it?
Because despite being the most intense and chaotic days of his week, they also meant he’d get 5 days in a row of little glimpses, shy smiles in the hallway and if he’s lucky, a brief exchange of words with Y/N.
Harry did get lucky that Monday…
Well, sort of.
He doesn't know if he can call it luck when he arrived at the office earlier, noticed that Y/N's car was not there yet and decided to stay in his own for a little while longer. He told himself that the reason for his stalling was just that he wanted to finish listening to the song that was playing. Which was partly true… but again, not really. He wanted to go in at the same time Y/N did.
He couldn't explain why but the idea of them arriving at work together made him feel giddy and fulfilled his stupid little fantasies to an degree. So he sat back with his elbow rested on the car door, muttering the lyrics to Whitesnake’s Here I Go Again and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.
Harry’s eyes remained fixed on the parking lot's entrance, before he got distracted upon spotting a stain he had never noticed before on the upholstery of the front passenger seat. With furrowed brows, he tried to scrub it off with his nail... it wasn't coming off. But the small unidentifiable stain soon became the least of his problems, once he looked up again just in time to catch a glimpse of Y/N's pretty hair and flowy green overcoat passing through the building's front door.
“Shit. Shit. Shit.” The CEO muttered, leaping off his seat in a rush to grab his belongings and lock his car in hopes he could still catch up to his favorite employee. He was a wreck. Cursing. Dropping his car keys in a small gap between the seats - a place he was now deeming to be the “shittiest car place to ever drop anything in”. It forced him to bend all the way down and fish his keys out blindly... but somehow, Harry still managed to make it through the door just as Y/N was walking inside the elevator and pushing the button.
“Oh! Mr. Styles.” She sputtered surprised, stopping the elevator doors from closing as soon as her eyes spotted her frazzled boss bursting through the front door, possibly looking a bit like a madman.
“G’Morning.” He greeted back as he swiftly walked in and leant against the wall opposite to where Y/N was standing. Sounding a little out of breath due to the way his heartbeat was spiking wildly inside his chest, both from the running he'd done and her.
He dared to have a glance out of the corner of his eye, taking in her outfit like he always did. She'd went simple that day... black and white, allowing for the green coat to do the shining. It was a great choice, although Harry thinks even the green seemed faint compared to her natural brightness. He swore she looked more beautiful every time he saw her… she was glowing. Sparkly like a jewel. Not even the most beautiful color in the world could stand up to that.
Stealthily, he tried to get another look of her profile, only she happened to casually glance his way at the same time and their eyes met. Crap. He had to say something now, had't he? Otherwise it would be awkward, and he couldn't have that happening with her. He needed her to feel comfortable around him. “…You look,” He started lowly, taking a more assured look at her beautiful face. Gorgeous, stunning, unreal- “Glowy, a bit.”
“Do I really?” The girl bounced all flustered, turning around to check her reflection in the elevator mirror. She wiped at her face with her palms. “I'm sorry. It's a bit hot in here, isn't it? Or maybe it's just me. I sort of left in a rush this morning. Didn't want to be late for our weekly group meeting.”
He shook his head. “No, none of that. Didn't mean it as a bad thing. I just meant to say that the weekend vacation did you good.” His mouth was pressed shut for a moment, already regretting having opened in the first place. “I mean… not that you were any worse before-” Christ! He wants to crawl into a hole. His flirting skills are much worse than he remembered them to be. And rambling on top of it? For fuck’s sake- and why is this elevator going up so slowly? It feels like it's taking 3 times longer than it usually does. He stares down at his Oxford shoes, feeling flustered. “Guess what I was trying to say is that you look nice today.”
“Oh.” She seemed surprised at that, a little shy about it too judging from the way her hand hurried up to fix her hair. “Thank you, Mr. Styles.” She smiles timidly, and Harry swears he forgets how to breathe for a couple of seconds. “So do you.”
A blush inevitably rises to his cheeks at her compliment, and despite knowing she's probably just saying it to be polite, it sends a sudden outburst of confidence through his body. “Thank you.” He grins, letting his eyes drop to his shoes once more before looking back at her. Harry feels himself shaking inside as their eyes meet again. His heart is pumping like it’s about to jump out of his chest… but he hasn’t got the time to prepare for the possibility of rejection, he doesn’t want to let that get in the way of his confidence. “Actually, I've also been wanting to ask if you’d like to-” Ding. The elevator stops. The doors open. And the courage Harry had managed to raise slips through like water between his fingers.
He makes sure to let Y/N step out first, but she still waits for him right outside the door, visibly eager to find what he was about to ask of her. “What was it, Mr. Styles? That you wanted to ask.” The girl questions once they’re both standing in the office's hall.
“Oh yeah, about that.” Harry sputters, rubbing at his nose nervously. “I- uh... was just going to ask that if you happen to see the new intern, Simon, tell him to come to my office later, if you’d please.”
Her lips part in acknowledgment. “Ah yes, of course Mr. Styles. Will do.”
“Thank you.” He nods once, pursing his lips awkwardly before resentfully warding off to his office room. But he turns to the bathroom first, so that he can rinse his face and curse himself for cowering up and wasting a perfect opportunity to ask her out like he was ought to do. Oh, and for being an absolute idiot… once again.
With a frustrated groan, Harry leans over the sink and stares directly at the reflection staring back at him. Dumbass.
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pairing: harry styles x singer!reader
request: “okay so basically the reader and harry dated maybe for like a year or smth but they broke up, maybe b/c he cheated. and the reader is also a singer and she comes out the olivia rodrigos album but as hers. and a couple months later shes singing traitor like and sees harry in the back of the crowd and starts tearing up and stage. fast forward harry comes backstage” - @multiplums
word count: 1.8k
warnings: mentions of breakups, cheating, heartbreak, and a whole lot of angst
Irony. It was the only way you could think to describe your album. It had been massively successful, but writing the album forced you to dive into your worst heartbreak and relive it daily.
Harry had been the love of your life. He was loving and attentive and just perfect, until he drunkenly cheated on you. He knew you had been hurt in the past, and yet he broke your trust.
It was like losing your best friend.
One day you snapped. Losing him was too overwhelming. You knew you needed to channel your feelings into something. Two weeks later, you had all the songs written for the entire album.
The words just came so naturally to you, and it finally let you express how you felt. You didn’t originally even plan on releasing the songs, but you knew how healing they were for you. You hoped you could do that for someone else too.
So, you released the album, and the world loved it.
And now here you were, performing the album live for the first time. You were terrified.
iHeart Radio had invited you to perform at one of their shows. You were so scared that you would just start crying in the little of a song.
During your rehearsal, you got to look at the arena, and it was huge!
You were waiting off to the wings as Taylor Swift was performing her last song. You couldn’t help but feel like you weren’t popular enough to be performing at the same event as some of these international superstars.
The audience erupted in applause, snapping you back to reality. You realized Taylor was done with her last song, and that meant it was time for you.
“Good luck.” She told you, offering you a smile as she rushed off stage. You took a deep breath before running on stage.
You went straight into your first song, brutal, which was a high energy song that allowed you to stop overthinking. After the first song, you felt like you were on cloud nine. Your nerves were gone.
Then, it came time for your last song, traitor. You attached your microphone to the mic stand, taking a few deep breaths before telling the band to start. The entire arena went silent, just waiting to hear you sing.
You got through the first verse with no tears. Then, the entire crowd started to light up. You felt your heart swell as you realized they were all turning on their flashlights and swaying to the song.
The moment was calm and beautiful. It was almost enough to distract you from the sadness of your lyrics. You were tearing up, but you were just thankful you weren’t sobbing.
You were nearing the end of the song and something caught your eye. Right in front of the stage, near all the camera and sound crew, your eyes met a very familiar pair of green eyes.
You felt like the air had been ripped from your lungs. Your throat began to burn. He had a tender expression, it was apologetic, but also full of awe.
“But you’re still a traitor,” you sang the last line of the song. He gave you a soft smile as he started to applaud and cheer for you. “Thank you everyone.” You mumbled, before rushing off the stage.
As soon as you reached the wings, the tears burst and streamed down your cheeks. “Hey hey, honey. It’s okay.” Your manger, Amelia, said, rushing over to you.
You shook your head, brushing her off and taking off down the hall. You ran to your dressing room and closed the door behind you. You collapsed onto the couch.
The tears simply would not stop. You didn’t know how to feel. How are you supposed to feel when your ex-boyfriend shows up out of nowhere?
You tried to collect yourself. You shouldn’t let any guy have this much control over your emotions, but you were only human.
It stung seeing Harry again. The last time you saw him was when you broke up. You both had screamed so much that your voice was gone the next day.
There was a gentle knock at your door. “I don’t want to talk, Amelia.” You called out. The door slowly opened, revealing your manger’s sympathetic expression. “I said I don’t want to talk.” You snapped.
You sighed, looking down at your lap. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled. Amelia walked into the room. She sat down beside you on the couch, placing her hand on your knee.
“Where’s your head at right now?” She asked you, softly. You laughed, simply feeling pathetic. You didn’t even know how to put how you felt into words. “I have no idea, honestly. I feel like I just relived every single emotion from our breakup in three seconds.” You told her, honestly.
“I know this timing really sucks, but someone wants to meet you. I told them that now wasn’t a good time, but they were pretty persistent. If you’re not up for it, I’ll tell them to leave.” She told you. You groaned to yourself before shaking your head. “It’s fine. Send them in. I could use a distraction.” You said, wiping the remainder of your tears away.
She nodded before walking to the door. She stepped outside and you heard some hushed whispering and then the door opened again. Amelia didn’t enter this time, but instead, someone you really didn’t want to see.
“Harry?” You asked, feeling that same burning in your throat. He offered you a small smile. “Hi there, dove.” He said, nonchalantly using his favorite nickname for you.
You crossed your arms across your chest. “What do you want?” You asked, determined not to cry in front of him. He sat down next to you, careful not to sit too close or invade your space.
“That was an amazing performance. You’ve always been a natural. You looked so free up there. I love seeing you happy.” He told you, softly. For a split second, it was like all the damage between the two of you was gone.
“Harry…” you said his name slowly, trying to warn him to stop. He still had so much power over your heart. “No, I really mean it. You’re so special to me. You always will be—” he continued to go on.
You focused only on the shaky breaths you were taking, trying to calm yourself down. It was all too much.
“Harry! Why the fuck are you here?” You finally snapped, interrupting him. He stopped mid-sentence and a look of hurt washed over his face. “I never stopped caring about you. I’m still your biggest fan.” He told you, reaching out to hold your hand.
You pulled away from him, standing up from the couch. “Why are you really here?” You snapped at him.
He sighed, gaining the courage to tell you the real reason. “I just…I needed to talk to you.” He admitted, his voice breaking. You scoffed at his words. “You lost that right the moment you got into bed with that girl. What was her name— oh wait, you don’t even know her name! That’s how much I meant to you.” You yelled.
You felt like every inch of your skin was on fire. “I was drunk!” He exclaimed. You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “If you really came all this way to have this same fight over again, I’m going to ask you to leave because it fucking hurts to talk to you. It is killing me to be in the same room as you. So unless you actually have something new to say, you can leave. I am not having this same argument again. Just because you were drunk doesn’t mean it wasn’t your fault” You snapped at him with tears freely flowing down your cheeks.
He instinctively got up to comfort you. He reached towards you to wipe away your tears. You took a step back from him. “Please,” he begged you. This time, you didn’t back away. You let him cup your face and he wiped away the tears.
“No more excuses, okay?” He began. You nodded, encouraging him to go on. “I know that I really messed up. Trust me, I know that. I was drunk, and I know that it’s still my fault, but it doesn’t mean that I ever stopped loving you. I may have made a colossal mistake, but I could never do something as stupid as stopping loving you. I really want you to forgive me, but I know that is asking for a lot. I just want you to know that I never purposely tried to hurt you. Even if you never talk to me again, I need you to know that.” He said, tears slipping down his cheeks.
“Then, why? Why did you do it?” You asked, your voice breaking as you cried. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I don’t know. I don’t know what happened that night. The only thing I remember was missing you because I was on tour, so I got drunk. I don’t remember any of it. All I remember was waking up the next morning with a horrible headache, but the only thing I could think about was how I broke every promise I made to you.” He told you, pressing a kiss to your palm.
He wiped away your tears before you got a chance. “There’s still one promise you made me that you can keep.” You said, softly. He cocked his head to the side. “What’re you talking about, dove?” He asked you.
“You promised me that you would love me forever.” You told him. His eyes lit up the smallest bit. “Are you saying?” He asked, confused.
You nodded your head, a small smile slipping on your lips. “I want to make you another promise, okay?” He told you, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. You nodded, waiting for him to continue. “I promise to never take you for granted and always make sure you feel loved because you are so worth it.” He told you, and you could tell he meant every word.
You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself into his arms. He relaxed against your touch, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I love you so much.” He mumbled into your neck.
You both held each other for what felt like hours. You were both just so thankful to have each other again. You pulled away and leaned in to kiss him.
His lips were soft against yours. It was like time stopped, and you could tell how much love he was pouring into the kiss. Even after all this time, his lips felt like they were made to kiss you.
He pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours. “As much as you hurt me, I never stopped loving you. A part of my heart will always belong to you, Harry Styles.” You told him, softly.
He let out a sigh of relief before pulling you in to kiss him again.
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One of those days
summary; H holding you close when it gets to be too much.
warnings; swearing, fluff, crying, pet names, depression and anxiety, eating mention. (lmk if i missed any please!!!!)
word count; can this even be classified as a blurb idk
note; i feel like crap and don’t feel like writing anything else. the writing probably isn’t even good, its half past one and i cant sleep.
“I just don’t want to do anything, H” you mumble, trying your best not to let tears soak your pillows. It was just one of those days where absolutely nothing was appealing. Eating, simple hygiene, even the thought of getting up from your bed just made you nauseous.
“Tha’s fine, dove. We can stay here as long as y’want” He whispered pulling you closer to his body, “Don’ wan’ you t’cry, you’re too pretty t’be cryin’ over stupid episodes” ‘Episodes’ he’s referring to the crippling unpredictable days where your depression and anxiety were far too much for you to handle.
Sniffling, you wrapped your arms tightly around his waist, keeping him as close as possible. You felt as if you were slipping away from him and if your grip loosened ever so slightly, you would end up losing him.
“I love you so damn much,” your lips brushed his collarbone as you spoke in what majority sounded like gibberish to Harry due to how rushed you were speaking. “I wouldn’t have made it this far without you”
He wanted to take away every bit of sadness and disconnection from you, or to take your place so he didn’t have to see you like this. Though he despised seeing you so emotionally vulnerable, he’s glad you allowed him to comfort you the best to his abilities.
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hi can you make a fake instagram w/ devon lee carlson???
A bit late to the trend but here ya goo!! (@kissmyaxe140)
Liked by Yourinstagram, Anne Twist and 4.435.935 others
Harry Styles: What the guitar says.
Y/nfan67: oh god she started following him
Yourinstagram: a wise guitar!
Harry Styles: Thank you!
Y/nfan20: she started off pretty slowly:(
Anne Twist: ❤
Dove Cameron: Thank you Harry💙
Harryfan20: did you just follow y/n?
Y/nfan35: i think that is why she followed him..
Y/nsprivateaccount: let me tell you something Sherlock, you are unbelievable...
Harrysprivateaccount: the sarcasme...
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Yourinstagram: gets into party's without invitation.
Y/nfan20: didn't her grandma with alzeheimer call her Caroline?
Yourinstagram: Carolina Towens Jones, she made up that whole name when she couldn't remember mine :)
Harryfan23: Harry got exposed.....
Maya Henry: beauty!
Y/nfan49: she looks so damn cuteee🥺❤
Harry Styles: Who could ever turn her down?
Yourinstagram: she is a good girl ;)
Y/nfan57: the walls fell...
Yourinstagram: @louist91 is taller than the walls :)
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Yourinstagram: A White Rose For H.
Y/nfan20: that's so adorableee🥺
Harry Styles: ❤🤍
Anne Twist: that is cute🥺❤
Harryfan59: a new picture bitchessss
Harryfan20: say thank you y/n!
Gemma Styles: you better give me a red rose!
Yourinstagram: loving you was red ❤🌹
Y/nfan44: swiftie is rising ✨ 🙌
Y/nfan39: tell me I am not the only one who saw her mocking harrys captions..
Yourinstagram: ThanK YOU 🙏
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Harry Styles: A visual presentation of my happiness 💛
Yourinstagram: YOU POSTED A PICTURE OF ME?
Yourinstagram: I AM GONNA CRYYYY
Yourinstagram: I love you bubsyyy💛
Harry Styles: I love you and your silliness 💛
Y/nfan37: I WANT THISSSSS
Harryfan29: HE POSTEDDDDDDD LESS GOOO
Gemma Styles: damnnn❤
Yourinstagram: me @ you❤
Harryfan28: SHE DIDNT KNEW HE WAS POSTING!!!!!
Y/nfan27: I BET SHE IS FREAKING OUT
Harryfan39: SHE IS ONE OF USSSS
Harryfan13: only she has harry to comfort her..
Yourinstagram: damn right I do...
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Harry Styles. Madison Square Garden.
Yourinstagram: I promised you to be there but since I am was forced last minute to fly half the world away. I am doing this my way. First of all I am so sorry for not being able to be there💔 second off all damn you, I never thought I could love someone so much that every step they take my heart would skip a beat. As a fan of yours I just wanna hug you and tell you how proud I am. As your girlfriend I feel like I am going to explode from Happinnes. My god I am so proud of you, you have no idea. My love and heart are yours. I hope you enjoy this show so much more than the previous ones! You deserve it baby! I love you Haz! I am so proud of you❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
Y/nfan48: I am crying...
Harry Styles: you just made my heart miss you more :( I love you too and I am so honored that your proud of me :)
Niall Horan: propose to her or else i will!!!!
Harry Styles: just you wait...
Harryfan38: I love my mom and dad so much🥺
Anne Twist: so proud of you❤
Harryfan20: my heart is aching...
Y/nfan39: he grew up so fast🥺
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For brother H verse maybe something with OC (if you decided to do that) joining him on tour? Maybe her being overwhelmed in crowds or getting papped? Or just their everyday routines. Honestly anything you write will be good haha😂
Reunited at Last
Older brother Harry - Mute!Fem!Reader
Summary: After almost a year apart, you can finally travel to see your brother again as covid restrictions ease up.
#words typed in between hashtag signs means it's signs/ in makaton or her text to talk app#
"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry I can't come with you but with this flu, I won't be allowed," mum said as she looked at me through the phone. I gave her a little smile. "You sure you'll be okay going alone? You can wait till I'm all better, it's not too late to back out"
I gave her a little smile. #I'm okay. You rest. Have my cards and phone# I signed to her before looking around at the notification that popped up on my phone. #taxi here mum. I go#
"Oh, okay. Text me the whole time and especially when you get there. And say hi to Harry for me and give him a big hug. I love you," mum gave me a wave and blew me a kiss.
I just nodded as my nose wrinkled and gave her a little wave back before hanging up. Nervously rubbing my palms against my jeans, I stood up and gathered my iPad and phone. Stashing my iPad into my carry-on, I put on my coat and masks as I walked out the door as I pulled up my text-to-talk app.
"Hiya, love. Pick up for Heathrow?" the driver asked as he came over to help me with my bags.
#Yes, thank you# I quickly typed before hitting play. Once the bags were in the car, I took a seat in the back and put my seat belt on. My leg was bouncing a little as we pulled out of the driveway and I saw my safe little bubble of a world disappear from view.
After making it through security, I headed straight for the bathrooms and walked into a stall, quickly locking it behind me. That was only the first security point and I was already close to a panic attack. I had travelled alone before but that was before covid and fuck, everything was so strict now and there were so many questions.
Pulling out my phone, I shot a short video of my handshaking and a short video of me looking at the camera. I was planning a 'travelling with SM' video for my tiktok page so hopefully, it would all come out okay.
Looking at the time, l closed my eyes and took a deep breath before getting back up and walking out, clutching my bag tightly. I made my way to my gate and took a seat already dreading the layover in San Fransisco and more security points.
Putting in my earbuds, I connected to the wifi and started scrolling on youtube for a video to watch when Gemma's face popped up. Accepting her facetime call, I gave her a wave.
"Hiya! You made it to the airport?" she asked before sipping her tea.
I nodded and flipped the camera to show her I was at my gate waiting. #Mum ask you to call?# I asked after flipping the camera back at me.
Gemma laughed and nodded. "Oh yeah. She's texted me a hundred times wanting to know if I've heard from you," she grinned.
#You come with mum later? Want you to come# I signed as I looked at her. #Please#
"If I can get the time off work and get all the paperwork done in time, I will be flying out with her but I still haven't heard anything back yet so," Gemma shrugged.
#More fun with all# I signed before leaning to the side slightly and holding up a finger to my mouth as I listened to the conversation behind me.
"I'm telling you, that's Gemma that girl is talking to! Do you think it's y/n? She's using sign language, isn't she like deaf or something?" some girl behind me was saying.
#fans. recognize you. think I'm deaf# I signed as I rolled my eyes.
Gemma chuckled and sipped her tea. "Probably going to see Harry as well. They saying anything rude?" she asked and leaned closer to the camera.
I shook my head. #No. They nice# I signed back. Sitting up as a guy walked behind the desk and pressed the speaker button, I looked at him eagerly. Smiling as he announced they were just about ready for boarding, I looked back at Gemma.
#Tell mum I'm okay. Text at the next stop. I love you,# I signed one-handed and gave her a wave.
"Love you too, take care! Don't order anything with fish in it!" Gemma said as she waved back before we hung up.
Standing up as they announced the boarding for first-class ticket holders, I walked over to the gate and showed them my boarding pass but not before giving a little wave to the girls who were freaking out it was in fact me they'd spotted.
Hot. It was so hot. Why was it so hot it's the middle of November. Groaning as I stepped out of the taxi and squinted at the California sun, I waved the driver bye as I grabbed my suitcases and started rolling them inside.
Stepping aside, I grabbed my wallet, the printed out email and got my text to talk app ready before I walked over to the reception. Handing over the reservation and my ID, I gave them a little wave.
I could see her eyes widen just a smidge at the last name.
"Welcome to the Kimpton Sawyer Hotel, Miss. Styles, you're booked in for a premier room with 1 king bed, is that right?" the lovely lady behind the desk asked.
I nodded and smiled before remembering she couldn't see it cause of my mask.
"It looks like this booking is for two rooms and two people, will the other guest be joining us soon?" she asked while typing on her computer.
#She got sick last minute so she won't be needing the room,# I wrote on my app before clicking play.
"Okay, there will be a little fee for not cancelling the room. Will you be paying it now or shall I charge it to the card on file?"
#Card on file, please# I typed, not even wanting to think about how much this fee would cost. Probably more than I had in my bank account.
"Wonderful. Here is your room key. It's on the ninth floor, room 23. Would you like assistance with your luggage?" the lady asked as she handed over the room key.
I shook my head and signed thank you at her before grabbing my things and shoving them into my bag. Grabbing my suitcases I headed over the lift. I was so ready to take a shower and change into something else.
Walking into the hotel room I looked around stunned. It was huge! Pulling my suitcases inside, I let the door shut before I took off my mask and threw it away. Hurrying over to the windows, I gasped as I saw there was a balcony. Stepping outside, I grabbed my phone and took a selfie with the amazing view in the background.
"I'm here!" I typed in along with the picture before sending it off to our family group chat.
"I'm about two hours away. See you soon!" Harry replied almost immediately.
"Can't wait!!" I texted back before walking back inside. Locking the balcony door and the hotel room door, I headed for the bathroom. Squealing as I stepped inside and saw the size of it, I grabbed the big towel and put it by the shower. There was also a massive bath that I would have to try out later.
Grabbing my toiletries from my bag, I started the shower and got undressed. Ready to wash away the airport, germs and the anxiety from the day away.
It was around 9pm when there was a knock on the door. "Open up, it's me!" Harry called out from behind the door.
Jumping off the bed, I raced over, took off the security chain before unlocking the door and opening it. Grinning as I saw him, I threw my hands around him. "H-Harry!" I squealed quietly.
Harry grinned as he hugged me just as tightly back. "You're finally here. Missed you so much!" he said as he pulled me inside so he could close the door.
"Swear you've gotten taller since the last time I saw you," Harry joked as he pinched my cheek.
Chuckling, I shook my head. Taking his hand I dragged him over the sofa and made him sit down. "P-p-p," I started before just giving up and signing at him instead. #Presents# I grinned and hurried over to my suitcase where I knew everything was packed.
"What do you mean presents? It's not my birthday," Harry said as he looked at me curiously.
"Mum," I told him quietly as I grabbed the tote bag everything was packed in and walked back over to him.
"Of course," he chuckled. "Let's see what I got then," he mused as he opened the bag.
#mum said you look smelly# I signed at him while giggling as he pulled out a bundle of socks.
"What?!" Harry said in disbelief before throwing the socks at me. "'I don't look smelly!" he defended himself, ducking as I threw the socks back. "Good socks though, need new ones. Keep losing them," he said as he pulled out a bag of his favourite coffee from back home, a hoodie and a t-shirt.
Laughing as he pulled out the last thing, I clapped my hands. #from me and G but I got hungry# I signed as Harry looked at me while holding the empty Haribo pack. Well almost empty.
"There are only green ones left!" he said as he looked through them.
#You have. Green gross# I signed and shuddered, pushing the bag closer to him. #Welcome#
"Wow. Your kindness is overwhelming," Harry said dryly as he put the Haribo bag back into the tote along with everything else.
#I know# I signed and smiled innocently.
"Did you eat?" he asked as he put the bag down and looked around.
"On plane," I whispered. "S-sandwich,"
"We should order something then, I'm starving," Harry said as he got up and grabbed the menu by the phone before coming right back.
Biting my lip as I looked at all the things, I pointed at the mozzarella sticks.
"I was thinking more like a full dinner," Harry said and poked me in the side.
Pointing at the mozzarella sticks again, I also pointed to the fries.
"You can have both of those but choose a proper meal too or I'll choose for you. I'm thinking of having the impossible burger with fries," Harry told me.
Chewing on my lip, I sighed and pointed at the orange chicken. "Bossy," I muttered and stuck my tongue out at him.
Harry tried to grab it as he chuckled. "It's called being the best brother ever actually," he corrected me and stood up to go make the order.
Rolling my eyes again, I listened as he sweet-talked the kitchen into cooking us everything even though they had closed the kitchen a few minutes ago.
Leaning back against the sofa, I smiled as I watched him. He was the best brother ever. Not that I'd tell him that of course.
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51, 53 & 68 plz.Love ur writing so so much girl!💕
Prompt List Request
51. “Did you eavesdrop?”
53. “How was I supposed to know?”
68. “We were never prepared for this.”
Warnings: very very very brief smut
Touring with your boyfriend, Harry and his best friend’s Liam, Louis, Niall and Zayn was…interesting to say the least!
The hyper boys, the adrenaline, the snoring, the pranks and the testosterone levels really tested your patience sometimes. But they were your best friend’s too, and you wouldn’t be without them for the world.
“Mmmm my baby…I saw you dancing in the crowd tonight…shaking those hips f’me” Harry pulled your hips towards his, his lips pressing gentle kisses against your neck. You couldn’t help but let out a soft squeal. Naturally, as two 19 year olds, you were unable to keep your hands off each other, especially when he was sweaty and full of adrenaline from the stage.
“Shhh, the others will hear us” You mutter, wrapping your arms around him tightly, as he shakes his head.
“Louis is in the the shower, Liam is in the front half of the bus at the lounge area, and Niall and Zayn went to get food” He mutters against your skin, his hands snaking under your shirt and pressing against your bare breasts. He lets out a small gasp and a smug smile. “No bra today hm? Naughty...naughty girl” He whispers, pinching gently at your nipple as you let out a gentle moan.
“Fuck...H, the others will hear” You mumble and sigh.
“You’re wet though aren’t you” He smirks, his hand slipping gently into your joggers and his fingers pressing against your damp spot. “I knew it” His teeth gently nibble at your neck.
“Why don’t you go and get us some water from the lounge while I hop in the shower, and I’ll meet you in the bunk in 10 minutes” His boyish grin showing his gorgeous dimples.
You just nod gently, heading into the lounge and grabbing water, speaking to Liam for a few minutes as the boys came back with mountains of food...as usual!
“Hey Y/N, you want any of this?” Niall asks from the table. “Erm, yeah maybe later, I’m quite tired actually. Harry might have his, I can re-heat mine later” You smile softly. “Night boys” You call as you head to yours and Harry’s bunk.
Sex on the bus bunks was practically a no go, purely and simply because there was no way for you to have sex without banging your head...or not in any way you had yet worked out. So it was mainly saved for the hotels.
You heard some rustling around outside the bunk, assuming it was Harry, and a few minutes later Harry’s strong frame was slipping into the bunk beside you.
“Now...time to take care of my girl...” Harry smirks, pushing the duvet away and hooking his fingers over the waistband of your joggers and underwear, pulling them away slowly.
“H...what if someone-Fuck” Your thoughts were interrupted by the warmth of Harry’s tongue pressing against your wet clit. “Shhhh baby” Harry whispers softly, as you cover your mouth with your hand, your spare hand tangling in Harry’s curls.
The next morning, you woke wrapped in Harry’s arms, with light chatter coming from the front of the bus, which meant all the boys were awake. You felt your stomach growl as you peeled away from Harrys arms and wandered into the lounge area.
“Morning” You greet the boys tiredly as you open the fridge, rubbing your eyes.
“Morning Y/N” The boys greet, with a slightly teasing smile.
“So...I take it you guys are pleased we’ll all be in hotels tonight” Louis smirks widely.
“What are you talking about?...” You raise an eyebrow as Harry emerges, shirtless and just wearing his joggers.
“Alright Harry...or should we call you...oh fuck Harry” Niall smirks, mocking your moans from last night.
You let out a gasp, your eyes widening. “Niall, did you eavesdrop?!”
“I wouldn’t call it eavesdrop! I was in the bunk right next to you two!” He defends himself
“What’s going on?” Harry furrows his brows in confusion.
“You. You said the boys were all in the lounge last night!” You growl, pointing your finger to Harry’s chest.
“Er yes...they were...What’s going on?!” He raises his brow.
“Er no they weren’t...Niall heard everything!” You frown, blushing deeply with pure embarrassment.
“Niall!” Harry groans.
“What?! I wasn’t purposely trying to catch you guys in the act! That would be weird!”
“You said they were all eating in the lounge!” You cross your arms over your chest.
“I thought they were! How was I supposed to know?!” He sighs softly and pulls you into his chest.
“We are never ever going to do anything on this bus ever again.” You mutter into his chest.
“Good!” Niall groans “We were never prepared for this! Now I’m going to burn my ears off.” He jokes, drinking his tea.
“Save it for the hotel room next time lovebirds!” Louis smirks.
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the one when y/n needs some reassurance
a/n: super tiny mini blurb! or just a quick dialogue of what i think harry would tell yn when she needs a bit of reassurance 🥺
word count: 167
“Do you need me, H?”
Harry looked at her in disbelief. He sighed, stepping closer to her, his hands cradling her cheeks with his eyes keeping their gaze so attentively into hers. He understood that she was having a rough couple of days, and she needed reassurance. Harry would do anything to prove it to her.
“Truly, madly, deeply… I need you more than the sun needs the moon to rest at night. I need y’so bad. More than a weeping baby needs its mother. More than all the stars aligned to project their beauty on a cold needy night. More than a lost man needing a map. More than a painter needing its muse. More than your pretty little heart could ever know. M’a lost man without you, angel. I love you.”
There was no doubt in (Y/N)’s mind that the man could ever lie to her. Her lover. Her best friend. Her soul mate. Her safe haven. All those titles belong to Harry. Her Harry.
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pls reblog as that is how us writers get our content seen! TYSM AND TPWK!
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I would love to see an instagram blurb with jenna coleman!
a small blurb for today, hope you like it :) this takes place in early 2020
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yourinstagram my quarantine photographer is quite nice
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harryfan1 i want harry to take pics of me too :(
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jefezoff You never take pics of me @harrystyles
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harrystyles Missing the stage. Hope everyone is staying safe. Love you, H.
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yourinstagram hope you can go back soon bubs 🥺
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yourinstagram i’ll be posting old pics H took of me in italy until we’re allowed back in our happy place
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harryfan1 okay two things 1) harry always takes pics of her 2) they consider italy their happy place
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harryupdates You can listen to Harry’s new interview with Zane Lowe now! He talked about what has he been doing in quarantine and shared his playlist.
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harryfan1 MY BABYYYY
harryfan2 “i’ve been quarantining with my girlfriend, she’s great company, we’ve been doing home photoshoots to keep ourselves entertained, it’s been good” I LOVE THEM
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Bunny in Amalfi
Harry Styles had just popped the question about two weeks ago, binding Sophia and him in the first step to a happy holy matrimony. The two had only been together for less than two years, but when asked, they’ll say time before without each other was just merely a simulation and not real life at all. Harry and Sophia had first met in a print photoshoot, the two models first ever nude photoshoot, and that definitely helped start their friendship in a closer ground with literally no barriers to begin with.
Not even a month later, the two got together as a couple and their genuine chemistry during their first ever nude photoshoot was greatly loved by the public with more fashion brands booking them together as a couple for shoots and runway shows. Being jetsetter models together, it certainly allowed them to become closer in all regards of that word real fast, you will certainly learn and know everything about your partner when travelling in foreign countries outside the usual comfort zone of their home country.
With that being said, most people would probably think that they’ve experienced most of everything there is through visiting all these diverse countries and states. Though Sophia and Harry would like to differ, their work as models is not an easy task at all. They might be on the plane to Rio, Brazil in the morning and then Paris, France in the following hours but that doesn’t mean they were doing it for leisure. In fact, the two can barely even use their regular day-off in a foreign country to sight-see after being so tired the previous day from walking and posing in this direction to that.
So when the newly engaged couple decided to have an unconventional engagement-moon, they didn’t even bat an eye at every comment they got from family and friends alike who think the two should just save the funds for their honeymoon after the wedding. Instead, they packed together the largest single luggage they have in their closet filled with thin summer dresses and pollos and a bunch of different colored and patterned bikinis and trunks all perfect for the sunny Italian weather.
The Amalfi Coast is one of the most exquisite places on earth, and Sophia thinks their early alarm was worth it to catch the ferry ride from the port in Sorrento where their accommodation is at, to go to the bustling city of Positano just around the Amalfi Coast itself to spend the day there.
“Why did we opt to stay in Sorrento but mostly enjoy the amenities of Positano? It’s too early for this ferry ride, Sunflower.” Harry groans, dropping his face on her shoulder to block out the noise of other tourists finding seats within the massive ferry.
“Because there’s too many people in Positano and I don’t like too loud surroundings at night. And because you love me, you said yes without any questions. Is that a good answer for your question, my bunny?”
“Ugh, don’t remind me. I bet you used the same explanation when you tricked me into proposing to you.”
“Hey, that’s mean!” Sophia lightly swats him on his chest, trying to get his head away from its nestled state on her shoulder. “I didn’t trick you to do anything.” she pouts.
Harry just giggles at her disgruntled expression while finding a comfortable position for his head on her shoulder once again. Harry looks at Sophia’s beautiful bare face from underneath his sunglasses, knowing without a doubt that soon her cheeks would be flushed with a rosy hue just from a small exposure of the Italian sun, making her look more gorgeous, healthy and happy than ever. Harry can’t love Italy any more if it makes his Sunflower radiate contentment, damn the early hours and all that.
“You know I’m kidding, my Sunflower.” Harry soothes Sophia’s frown, hand on her thigh affectionately caressing the exposed skin from her jean shorts, “If anything else, you’re the one I tricked into saying yes.”
“Highly unlikely,” Sophia disagrees, smiling at Harry’s frown of confusion for not getting the bait to tease him. “I think I’ve said yes ages ago even before you dropped on one of your knees in our backyard in London.”
“What do you mean?” Harry asks, even more perplexed.
“What I’m saying is that you’ve got me hooked ever since the beginning, specifically, when you sank down on your knees, butt-naked, in front of my own naked body, and you looked at me from underneath as if you wanted to eat me out in front of our co-workers. How can I not say yes when the first time we met you already thought of a way to secure our future together with a new career if this modelling thing didn’t work.”
Harry smirks, “And what would that be, huh?”
Sophia rolls her eyes, giving Harry a dead-pan look, “You tell me, you’re the one who was stealing hungry looks at my vagina.”
“HEYYY!” Harry chastises her in laughter, sparingly smacking her thigh, “That’s so naughty of you, Sunflower! And this early in the morning, really? While we’re in Italy trying to have a wholesome time together as new fiancés in the serene and heavenly Amalfi Coast? You’re quite racy and that’s very naughty of you.”
“I’m not being naughty. Besides, you say that now,” Sophia snickers, interlocking her hand with Harry’s that’s placed on her thigh, “But don’t think I’d let your wandering hands anywhere near my scrumptious body later, and,” she taps his nose that’s nuzzling her neck for emphasis, “let’s see who’s being naughty when I see that lips and tongue of yours trying to find their way on any inch of my sun-kissed skin later.”
Harry giggles, smiling devilishly up at Sophia just like the first time he did on his knees during their first nude photoshoot, “You know how much I like my buns to be toasted.”
“And that’s you being hungry for my bum, you’re the naughty one.”
Much to Sophia’s dismay (well, not really), Harry has had his arms, hands, and attention all-over her the minute they stepped down the ferry. Harry is not one to let his fiancé go down those steep stairs of the ferry without any assistance, much accustomed to always having an arm around her whenever she’s wearing high heels for shows or shoots. That natural instinct to be gentlemanly and attentive to her needs and safety never leaves his system even if Sophia had told him she was alright to walk on her own by the time they’ve reached the wooden ground of the port dock in Positano.
“Also, I can carry our beach bag, you know?” Sophia says to a struggling Harry trying to carry their large Christian Dior book tote containing all their beach necessities and his other Gucci duffle bag consisting of his different camera for the trip, since Harry had apparently decided to be a professional photographer for their engagement-moon. The man can barely walk safely without the fear of tripping even without any constraints given to him.
“What kind of a fiancé do you think I am?” Harry responds, reaching for Sophia’s left hand to intertwine with his’ after getting their things together on his broad shoulders, “I’m here on this trip to show you how much of a doting husband I can be once we’re married already.”
“You already do that, though,” Sophia reassures him, smiling a little when Harry quickened his pace to go down the steps of the port dock before her, so he can help her go down with a study but gentle hold on her hand and arm.
“Thank you, kind sir.” Sophia remarks, doing a little curtsey that Harry returns once they’re on the grounds of the Positano beach itself, “As I was saying, you already are a doting husband material to begin with, bunny. You take it upon yourself to do my laundry when I’m tired, or wash the dishes I’ve left in the sink without being prompted to, heck, you even wash my makeup brushes for me cause you’re wary that I might get a rash if I don't clean it myself. No need to prove anything.”
Harry just shrugs, unfazed as he holds Sophia near him once again, the couple leisurely walking their way to confirm their reservation for their beachside seats, “That’s sweet of you, Sunflower. But maybe you can just let me be chivalrous, perhaps more often than regular apparently, just for this trip?”
“How can I deny my fiancé’s sweet requests?” Sophia replies, not really finding it anywhere within herself to deny any of that, “By all means, show me how you’d dote over your future wife.”
Harry’s smile brightens even more, Sophia thinks it might be even brighter than the freaking Italian sun shining on them.
“I hope you won’t regret saying that, Sunflower. Because I’m going to bloody lavish you with so much affection you won’t even recognize your previous domestic boyfriend Harry in London.”
Sophia simply cackles at his words, letting Harry go about his way to enter the building of the coast-side establishment to verify their reservation. Sophia just stands beside her fiancé the entire time he’s conversing with the beach staff to get what they need and all that, replying to any specific questions Harry asks her like what time they’d want to get their lunch served to them in their beach sunbeds, or if she wants extra towels (which she declines, not keen on using publicly shared towels that are meant to be clean but she’s skeptic about it).
Sooner than later, one of the staff led them towards their assigned beach sunbeds, which in Sophia’s opinion is the best one in the house because it’s conveniently at the front of everyone else's with the view of the Amalfi Coast gracing them just a few feet away. Sophia is genuinely ready to shed all other clothes adorning her sweating body and lounge under the morning sun in nothing but her blue Fendi bikini set. She’s about to suggest the same thing to Harry but when she turns back her attention to him after being captivated by their view, she frowns at what she sees.
“Baby, what are you doing?” Sophia asks her fiancé who’s cute little bum still covered with his own jean shorts (which is very unlikely of him in general especially when they’re on the beach, often she reprimands him for being too much of a nudist for a family-friendly beach), trying to move their sunbeds for some reason.
Harry grunts in acknowledgement to her question, walking to the other side to push her chosen sunbed more to the middle, muttering unpleasantly when he forgot to remove the side table in the middle. Sophia can’t help but be endeared even if Harry hasn’t really explained what he’s doing, and cheers along with him when Harry cheers in victory with his arms raised above him in glee for being able to push both their sunbeds in the middle.
“What do you think?” Harry asks, eyebrows raising up and down comically arms outstretched to showcase his invention.
“Beautiful, really.” Sophia indulges him, jokingly inspecting his work, “You pushed our sunbeds together in the middle?”
Harry drops his arms to his sides, squinting his eyes at her hidden from his sunglasses, “I made a single sunbed for the two of us? So we can be together, and beside each other for our entire stay here this afternoon.”
Chuckles take flight out of Sophia’s lips, always charmed at Harry’s sweet but weird antics. She can’t really completely comprehend Harry’s fascination with wanting to always be attached at the hip with her. Harry consistently found ways to have their makeup chairs to be beside each other during shoots, guiding her to sit on his lap during private jet rides, and even purchased them a baby pink tandem bicycle that Sophia’s not proud to admit how much she had enjoyed her time using it (not that she’d admit it to her fiancé verbally) when Harry had forced her to take it for a ride with him in a nearby park at their London home.
Sophia closes the distance between them, locking her arm around Harry’s neck as the latter wraps his own on her body in a compressed hug. She kisses his pouting lips, their sunglasses covered eyes hitting each other making them giggle at the clanking noise it produces.
“Thank you, bunny, for making us a single sunbed to enjoy. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to undress and enjoy this Italian summer heat in just my bikinis.” Sophia takes Harry’s arms away from her body and gently pushes on his shoulder for him to fall on the sunbed.
Harry whistles suggestively, arms raising above his head watching Sophia unbutton her white linen top, “Ohhh, front row seat for this exquisite Amalfi Coast scenery, and for a live strip show of world renowned supermodel, Sophia Styles? Fucking sign me up for that!”
“Shut up!” Sophia cackles along with Harry, throwing her now unbuttoned shirt to him who squeals in delight like some sort of fanboy that got to catch their idols used bottled water, “And who are you calling ‘Styles’? I ain’t one yet, babe.”
Harry rolls his eyes at her, “fiancé, wife, spouse, semantics! Now would you please continue your undressing performance? I was quite enjoying it.”
“Wow, thanks for even saying please, you cheeky bunny. And FYI, if this was a performance, I’d be charging you heavily.” Sophia wiggles her arse out her skintight denim shorts, the act earning embarrassingly loud ‘whoops’ and cheers from her crazy fiancé.
“HARRY!” Sophia quietly screeches, jumping beside him on the sunbed when she sees and feels other guests looking at their direction. “Don’t do that! You’re seriously embarrassing, people are lookin at us!”
Harry just raises an eyebrow at her, “I don’t know if you forgot, but we’re models who practically get our living out of people ogling at us.” Sophia was about to rebuttal but Harry silences her by placing his index finger directly on her lips.
“Shush, don’t want to hear any complaints from your precious little mouth. Now, rest your cute little bum on that sunbed and enjoy watching me give you a personal undressing performance. Not even going to charge you anything, cause lucky you, I’m your spouse.”
Sophia tries to speak despite Harry’s annoying massive finger in the way, “Not ye-”
“Shut it!” Harry reprimands without any real heat in his tone, squeezing her pouty lips on his finger, “I don’t understand why you’re complaining when I know for a fact you’ve been eyeing my delectable body since we’ve arrived here, waiting for me to shed my clothes off.”
Sophia also doesn’t know why she’s protesting, so he lets his crazy little arse do its thing and welcomes his now bare chest and itty bitty blue trunks back to her arms on their conjoined sunbed. Even in the warmth of their current destination, Harry and Sophia remain to be cuddled-up together relaxing and just lounging about despite the sweat being produced by their slick barely dressed bodies. At some point, one of them would take a dip at the very blue Italian ocean just at their lucky disposal, while the other would continue sunbathing on their sunbed waiting with a fresh towel on their lap.
When lunch time comes around, Harry has just returned from a dip, shaking his wet curl like an excited puppy as Sophia giggly makes him stop while drying him off with his towel. “Can we please have lunch now?” she asks.
Harry plops his wet bum on his seat, hands brushing his springy curls away from his face, “No need to ask twice, I’m positively famished.”
“Good, chop-chop then!” Sophia claps her hands in enthusiasm, laughter spewing from Harry’s lips, “Come on, hop those cute little bunny legs of yours to fetch the waiter.”
“Well aren’t you a bossy little Sunflower?”
Harry follows her fiancé's orders nonetheless, asking one of the nearby staff to kindly call a waiter who can get their orders. The waiter arrives shortly after, standing at the bottom of their sunbed while Harry and Sophia are snuggled nicely on their seats looking at the menu to pick their chosen dishes. At first, Sophia thinks maybe the waiter has recognized who they are as she feels her eyes constantly looking back and forth at the two of them. But then when Harry starts nosing at her cheek and pulling her barely covered body closer to his, big ring-less hands softly caressing her tummy (that were maybe just placed little bit lower than publicly acceptable), when the waitress quickly averts his eyes away from them but quickly looks back like a moth to a flame and then look away again.
Sophia finds that odd, especially when Harry starts to say their orders to her and Sophia begins to affectionately rubs her cheek that’s resting on Harry’s chest, her lips puckering to drop featherlight kisses on the bare skin of his sexy swallow bird tattoo, and their waiter begins to stutter upon repeating their orders to them.
“Sunflower, I think she was uncomfortable from our PDA.” Harry observes, right after their waiter has left.
“What PDA?” Sophia answers, confused but not bothered as she continues to now nip on Harry’s collarbone and broad shoulder.
“This, whatever you’re doing now and a while ago.” Harry explains, his right hand coming up to Sophia’s wet blonde hair to massage her scalp.
“I didn’t see you stopping me now and a while ago when she was here.”
Harry snorts, “Don’t you know me? I’m the affection-starved in this relationship, why will I deny such kind blessings being presented my way?”
“Good, keep being that way and ignore others; it’s not like we were having public sex or something.” Sophia mutters.
“Is that an invitation I hear?”
Sophia laughs at the apparent hopeful expression on Harry’s face, she taps his chest instead as an answer, “Nah, I’d rather receive pleasure through you feeding me with our lunch.”
Harry pinches the little pudge that he loves so much on her stomach, “How kinky of you?”
For their second day in their engagement-moon, Harry and Sophia had mutually agreed that maybe they shouldn’t follow through with their initial plan of constantly waking-up early every morning just to catch the ferry going to Positano and the other cities around the Amalfi Coast. Clearly, they had underestimated the wonders that the Italian summer weather may cause to their languid bodies and in addition, the amazing Italian foods have been nothing short but heavenly has only made the couple want to slow down and just laze about while hand-feeding each other with some freshly baked focaccia with a plate of fresh burrata and cherry tomatoes just by their reach. Harry had also impulsively booked them a little luxury yacht complete with amendments for an afternoon sail around the Amalfi Coast.
“I can’t believe I let you do this,” Sophia says to her fiancé who’s also changing beside her to his swimming trunks in the little bedroom inside the yacht. “This must have been so expensive, H. Have you seen the complementary Versace robes and Gucci slides in the living room? Our yacht captain said it's for us to take home, like it’s ours after we use it today.”
Harry looks at her with clear amusement in his features while helping her tie little knots on the strings of her bikini bottom, “I would be surprised if I didn’t know about it since I’m the one who booked and paid for this. Besides, we work for those brands on a daily basis. What's so new about using designer stuff?”
Harry has a valid point, but Sophia’s not here to admit that to him and make him smug. So she just narrows her eyes at him in dissatisfaction and walks back to the living area of the yacht with Harry hot on her trail.
“I do wear designer stuff a lot of the times, thanks to our careers,” Sophia agrees, easily lifting her arms to put inside the said Versace robe that Harry’s holding open for her to wear, “but that doesn't mean I’m going to buy some on my own will without a proper thought over if I really need it or not.”
Harry must have caught-on to what this conversation is going to lead to based on Sophia’s tone, his shoulders now comfortably wrapped with the luxurious material of the robe, deflates. Harry begins to give Sophia an apologetic look, the latter just looking at him knowingly.
Sophia knows they’re not on this trip to argue, but she has to say this regardless of their celebration trip, “I think that it’s just not wise to buy expensive things without thinking twice about it. We’re getting married really soon, bunny. And even though we’re much more well-off than others because of our modelling jobs, it would be really good if we start saving and spending our money in a much smarter and efficient way. You want our future kids to not be burdened by financial challenges while they’re growing-up right?”
Harry’s pouting now, his head still nodding in agreement regardless if he’s being told-off. Harry reaches for Sophia’s hand and gently cradles it on his own. “You’re right, Sunflower. I’m sorry that I didn’t think twice or consult you before booking this luxurious thing.”
Sophia squeezes his hand, feeling the sincerity in his voice, “I know you are, and I forgive you easily. It’s our engagement-moon, so I understand where this want to celebrate and spend is coming from. Let’s just tone it down a bit from here on out on this trip, yeah?. You know that I’d still feel cherished and happy if you decide to take me on a walk around town and act as my tourist guide since you love and know so much more about Italy than I do, my adorable Italian-like bunny.”
Harry giggles, a small smile now gracing his lips replacing his earlier pout, “Alright, I’ll keep that in mind. And I’m sorry again, I promise no more spending a lot after this. I’m sorry for dampening our mood on just our second day.”
Sophia begins to frown now, “Hey, no more sorrys, okay? And you didn’t dampen any mood, I’m not extremely mad or disappointed.”
“But you are, lovie. At least a little bit disappointed in me, and I’m sorry for causing that. I’ll do better, I promise.”
Sophia does not at all like the saddened expression on Harry’s face, no matter how determined he looks at proving himself on committing better choices next time. To soothe his emotions and take his mind away from this instance, Sophia sweetly requests for Harry to apply her sunblock for her out in the deck of the yacht. She knows her fiancé, knows how to use her body (when really needed) as a distraction.
She feels Harry’s aura instantly lift and brighten once again as she’s lying on her front in the wide deck bed of the yacht with Harry sitting on her thighs while his hands apply and massage the sunscreen to Sophia’s skin. Sophia lets him take his time, genuinely enjoying Harry’s relaxing and comforting touch, finding her eyes to naturally close in bliss. It opens wide though when she feels something oddly familiar between her thighs.
“Harry..” Sophia exhales, “What is that I feel on the back of my thighs? Please tell me it’s not what I think it is.”
Without even seeing Harry’s face, Sophia knows there’s an evident smirk on his cherubic face, “Sunflower, I don’t know what you want me to tell you..” and he even makes it a point to press said ‘thing’ further into the skin of her thigh.
And yup, that ‘thing’ is definitely the thing Sophia was afraid of. Especially when she feels that it was oddly hard.
Sophia groans, hiding her face on her folded arms, “Bunny, thank you for your honesty. But may you please tell me, why are you aroused in the middle of the afternoon as we’re innocently cruising around the Amalfi Coast?”
Gone is Harry’s earlier saddened and dejected baby demeanor, now replaced with a promiscuous bunny behavior with his hands continuously caressing her skin regardless that the sunscreen has been fully absorbed by her skin already. Actually, Harry even becomes more brave with his actions and takes it a step further by simultaneously sliding his hands down to her side-boobs as he pushes his groin area on the plump flesh of her bikini bottom covered arse.
“Are we talking about my hard cock?” Harry’s tone laced with downright cheek, gentle wide hands trying to squeeze his hands between the deck bed to cup Sophia’s breasts.
Sophia cackles at the unexpected action, bum raising up in initial shock connecting even more with Harry’s situation earning a squeak from her and a groan from Harry.
“Bunny! Stop!” Sophia squirms from his weight on top of her, successfully positioning herself in a sitting position with her own hands cupping her breasts, eyes narrowing at Harry’s disgruntled and flush look, trying to keep in her giggles at how ridiculous this whole thing is.
But Sophia fails nonetheless, peals of laughter coming out from her in no time, “Did you seriously just get hard from applying sunscreen on my body? Are you a teenager or what?”
Harry raises his arms in surrender, earnestly replying, “I can’t help it. Like, have you seen your body? Anyone from the age of 13 to 100 would get the same reaction, no doubt.”
“Eww..” Sophia’s nose scrunches at the unwanted mental image that gave her, “I don’t want to think about that, nor for people to think and see me like that to get that kind of reaction. Now can you please hand me my bikini top right there beside you so we can prevent that from happening?”
Sophia notices it the moment that something clicks within Harry, like some sort of light bulb turned on in his wits and Sophia can only begin to look in slight horror as the mischievous smile begins to form on Harry’s lips. It’s enough to signal Sophia of his next actions and she quickly tries to reach with one of her short arms her bikini top.
“I don’t think so!” Harry quickly sprang into action and snatched Sophia’s bikini top on his grasp, using his long arm to block her way.
“Bunny! What the heck, give it to me!” Sophia screeches, tightening her crossed arms across her naked chest as he tries to chase around a running Harry who’s laughingly flailing her white bikini top on top of his head like some sort of victory flag, “What are you even doing? Stop being ridiculous!”
“Am I being ridiculous?” Harry stops on his run, arm still raised above out of Sophia’s reach, “You’re the one who’s not wearing a top, so who’s more ridiculous, really? Me, the virtuous one wholly covered in my robe, or the insane lady trying to chase me around with her bouncing tits barely being covered by her scrawny arms?”
Alright, that’s a direct hit on her now, Sophia thinks as determination begins to flow on her veins, “Did you just call my arms scrawny? Like a synonym for skinny?”
Sophia laughs evilly in her head as the ever-present smug smile on Harry’s features doesn’t seem so present anymore upon seeing a change in her air. But her fiancé is nothing but a banter-loving and a self-proclaimed menace from birth till death. So it doesn’t surprise her when his smile returns, delinquent tones in ten folds.
Bravely, Harry replies, “I did. What are you going to do about it? Gonna hit me with your skinny and weak arms?”
Sophia basks in the witch-like cackle that she lets out, arms covering her breasts dropping to her sides in an instant. Her smugness gains in momentum as Harry’s eyes follow the now revealed clear skin of her breasts, dark rosy nipples his definite kryptonite.
“Yeah, I think that’s exactly what you want me to do.”
And then they’re having a full-on chase around the entire mini yacht, Sophia no longer giving a fuck if their captain or the godforsaken creepy paparazzi get a handful look of her tits as long as she gets to keep hearing Harry’s loud, dulcet laugh ringing in her ears forever. There’s nothing sweeter than hearing the tangible laughter of your lover’s happiness, one that you’re even the reason behind.
The couple made sure that their time in the luxury yacht will be one of the bestest and finest experiences they’ve had in Italy. Sophia thinks it’s only justifiable to ask their captain to slow down or sail back again to a specific spot in the vast clear blue sea of the Amalfi Coast for her to find the perfect background of the beautiful scattered Italian homes and buildings situated on the hillsides to take pictures of, and as her personal background as Harry directs her to pose this way and that; it’s justifiable because it was bloody expensive and Sophia will damn make sure these pictures are worth printing and putting up in their home. Besides, when the sun began to set and lights from from the quaint Italian homes begin to brighten the darkening orange sky, Harry had delicately pulled her body to his, suddenly kissing her pleasantly without any prompt as Sophia heard the unmistakable click of a self-timed shutter in one of Harry’s fancy digital cameras. That one for sure, Harry would get printed once they’ve landed back in London.
Though all those lovely moments are now kept stored in Sophia’s Harry=Happiness memory bank, their third day in Italy is now her main priority. True to Harry’s predictions, Sophia has been thoroughly tan already this early on in their trip to the point that too much exposure to the sun kind of hurts unpleasantly already, Harry not faring any better. So as they took turns applying cool aloe vera gel in their heated skins last night, the couple had discussed to veer away from the sea and the beaches for their third day, and instead have planned to have a stroll around the less-crowded streets of Sorrento and to shop smartly at the local stores and markets.
That’s their current agenda in this moment, Sophia contently swinging Harry and hers clasped hands between them as they leisurely walk and sightsee the warm toned sceneries offered by Sorrento. Sophia giggles for the nth time this early in the morning when Harry once again whispers in her ears how effortlessly graceful and lovely she looks in her short yellow slip dress with hot pink flowers scattered around it.
“And, I think it was a prime decision to use this hot pink Prada re-edition 2000 nylon mini bag.” Harry adds, dropping a little kiss on her temple.
Sophia quirks her eyebrow at him, “You’re just saying that cause you’re the one who suggested it.”
“Okay, but it was done out of a reasonable explanation beca-”
“Because it perfectly matches the shade of pink of the flowers in your/my dress.” Sophia cuts in and joins Harry to mutter the exact same sentence he had said ever since the instant that she’d dressed comfortably in his presence earlier this morning.
“I see, you’re learning.” Harry jests, nosing at her cheek endearingly, “Now, I think I’m seeing a ceramic store just a few feet away from us. Let’s check it out so I can teach you this time the different kinds of plates and dishware and their specific usages.
Sophia doesn’t want to ruin his merry parade by saying there’s no need nor space in her brain to retain that kind of information, and instead allows Harry to guide her to cross the street and enter the local ceramic shop with the ever gentleman her bunny is opening the door for her.
The minute the couple has made it inside, Harry takes it upon himself to tour her around the shop and point and hold for her the specific dishware he’s describing (which she quickly intercepts and holds the fragile ceramics, knowing how clumsy her fiancé is), quite impressing Sophia by the abundant knowledge he has about bloody plates and bowls. Harry was probably talking too loudly, like every time he gets excited and passionate about something (like green drinks and rings) because the store owner approaches them and begins to speak in Italian.
Since Sophia only knows the most basic (if any at all, to be blatantly honest) of Italian, she lets Harry take the reins for this conversation as she nods and shakes her head in what she assumes is the appropriate time for it, picking the pieces that catch her fancy. Since they’ve agreed to spend wisely, after Harry’s chat with the kind store owner who had recommended the best of his works to them, Harry and Sophia are now in the till getting their chosen ceramics wrapped and paid shortly after.
“Why did you get two salad bowls?” Harry asks upon seeing it getting wrapped, “I think we already have a bunch at home.”
Sophia shrugs her shoulders, “I couldn’t pick which design I wanted the most. Like I love the vibrant yellow tones of the intricate lemon patterns on one of them, and then I also adore the detailed lemon tree on the other. Couldn’t just buy one and leave the other on the shelf.”
“Well did you not learn anything about the specific functions various dishware can be used for? Like, don’t you think we can make more use of mugs than salad bowls since we already have so much of them in our cupboards?”
Sophia smiles, cupping Harry’s left cheek and tapping it lightly, “Bunny, I’m buying them for their looks, not their functions. And please, you can’t fool me into buying more mugs for your mug collection in our cupboard. I’m not the only one who likes to hoard specific ceramics.”
Harry laughs loudly at being caught, dimples popping easily creating picturesque craters on his adorable cheeks, “Alright, looks like I’m marrying a salad bowl hoarder. How lucky of me.”
Sophia reaches up on her tip-toes to press a kiss on his smiling lips, “And I’m also lucky for getting the chance to marry a mug hoarder. I love you.”
“I love you too, my Sunflower.”
Their time in the ceramic shop ends after that, the two finding themselves in the narrow streets of Sorrento where some of the market stalls are located. Once again, Harry takes the lead of conversing with the local sellers to find the best deals and varieties of the goods they’re selling. At the moment, they’re stopped at a stall selling locally planted and harvested goods from the owner's private farm here in Sorrento. Harry has about tasted every variety of their homemade cheese, has bought a carton of their farm-grown chicken eggs, has chosen the basket of tomatoes of his liking, and is currently taste testing different lemons, which in Sophia’s honest opinion, isn’t even necessary, how different can each slice be when a lemon is simply just a lemon?
Nonetheless, Sophia lets Harry be, content in looking around her lively surroundings with her thumb clicking pictures away from her phone of anything that captures her attention in this quaint Italian market. Everything was going dandy, until Sophia notices that the stall owner that Harry has been conversing with, leaves to attend to another customer who seems to be a local and a regular based on the rapt attention the owner gives. Replacing his spot is a woman who she assumes is his daughter based on their distinct physical similarities, who eagerly attends to Sophia’s finances like a schoolgirl trying to do everything in her ability to please her crush.
Sophia might not be knowledgeable in Italian, but she is fully adept and a master of the language of flirting. Just one look at the woman’s pink cheeks, and eyelashes fluttering so much and so fast like she has some sort of a blinking disorder, Sophia already knows this woman is up to no good.
Because of the nature of their job, both Sophia and Harry are quite familiar and relaxed with the attention they receive from others, despite the fact that they’re souls are pretty much entwined for life and suggestive looks and advances from others are some of the things they’d like to receive much less of. Thankfully, their very affectionate nature translates greatly to the public, and actual flirting and suggestive advances have been very minimal. But of course, there’s just some special incidents that they’re present, like this instant.
Sophia’s not a jealous person, not at her core. However, there’s a new sense of possessiveness that seems to have been newly ingrained within her ever since Harry asked for her hand in marriage. She doesn’t know what it is, but every time she looks at her left ring finger and sees that glimmering rock safely and tightly nestled there, makes her feel extremely jovial with an added mixture of feeling powerful, like she now has the official rights to everything she desires, especially Harry’s love and devotion.
With narrowed eyes, Sophia’s determined to show this Italian woman who Harry belongs to. No matter how harmless her flirting might seem, Sophia does not take it lightly when she sees the woman had the audacity to hand-feed Harry with the sliced lemons. The uncomfortable look on her fiancé's face when her fingers forcefully prodded at his lips to open up, makes irritation crawl at Sophia’s skin.
Nobody gets to fucking do that, except for me, Sophia thinks as she unclenches her balled-up fists and finally strides to Harry’s personal space to save him.
“Bunny,” Sophia drawls much loudly than necessary based on their already too close proximity, “May I please have a taste of the lemons?” she asks prettily, the same tone she uses whenever she wants Harry’s undivided attention but is too shy to ask for it directly. Also, remembering to use proper grammar (‘May, lovie, not can!’ As Harry had expressed every time she kindly asks him to turn the lights off in their room, Sophia not giving a single shit to her grammar when all she wants to do is sleep) knowing how weirdly endeared Harry gets when she does it.
The tone always makes Harry so soft for her, never one to hide his naturally excessive affection and attention towards her especially when Sophia’s asking for it.
The same thing happens here wherein Harry’s lips instantly quirk up, aura instantly pliant, answering her willingly, “Of course, my Sunflower, anything you want you may get from how polite you are. Here you go,”
Harry tries to reach for a slice of lemon arranged on the plate the now frowning Italian woman is holding, however, Sophia quickly cups his cheek to turn towards her face, making sure that her engagement ring is directly facing the Italian flirt. Raising to her tip-toes, Sophia captures Harry’s unknowing full lips in a passionate kiss that their mothers would probably call them out for if they were here, saying that it was definitely too much and borderline rude for public viewing.
But Sophia doesn’t give a fuck, clearly bustling in her skin upon seeing the shock look of affront on the Italian flirt’s face from her peripheral vision. Harry’s perplexed expression greets her triumphed face after she releases his lips with a deep bite on his bottom lip.
Before Harry can verbalize his confusion, Sophia starts to perform the real art of flirting (she thinks this can also help the Italian woman if she wants to flirt more successfully with other innocent Brits on their engagement-moons, she’d accept the thanks later).
Sophia tones down her smile of victory to something more bashful, widening her big blue eyes just enough to achieve that innocent bambi eyes effect. She begins to flutter her eyelashes in no way near the speed that woman was doing earlier, batting it slowly and moderately as she looks underneath her long lashes at Harry. The final killing shot as Sophia likes to call it, is the calculated move of her lips, jutting out at just the perfect angle of a tiny pout. It’s not a sad pout, a mad pout, or an annoyed pout, it’s simply the enchanting flirting pout.
With Sophia’s left hand blatantly showcasing her ring still resenting on Harry’s cheek, she starts to rhythmically caress the slightly stubbled skin of his round cheek, speaking in faint boyishness.
“Thought it would be good to have a little bit of the sweetness of your taste to cut the tanginess of the lemon, you know how much I don’t like sour things, right bunny?”
And it works.
Harry’s earlier confusion is replaced by an intense dazed stare, as if he’s completely under whatever flirting spell Sophia has placed on him. He even nods his head, his own hand rising to clutch her hand that’s on his cheek as if to ground him and prevent him from floating away in her love charm.
“Yeah?” Harry replies just as softly in his slow, deep drawl, “Was the taste of my lips sweet enough to lessen the sourness of the lemon?”
Sophia grins, “Totally. It’s sweet enough that I might consider you buying some of these lemons and making us that lemon tart. Remember, bunny? The one we had right after you proposed to me?”
Harry just nods eagerly like the completely love-dazed bunny that he is, “The one I specifically made with the fresh lemons we bought that day in the farmers market in Hampstead? You know, I made sure to get the less sour ones for you, my love, because I wanted you to remember forever the dessert I made for you after I proposed and asked you to be my wife. You’d let me make us another one? Are you sure, sunflower? Don’t wanna make something that you don’t like that much.”
Sophia coos, Harry’s adorable rambling is utterly charming, “I’m sure, bunny. I’d eat anything you make because I love my fiancé a bunch. Besides, I think this kind lady selling you lemons will highly appreciate you purchasing some, yeah?”
The couple turn their attention to the Italian woman after being submerged in their own flirting world, this is the first time Sophia actually gets a good look at the woman after she had started her conniving ways to show the Italian flirt that Harry’s very much taken care of already. And boy, is Sophia having a hard time to control the smug expression trying to emerge on her features as the Italian woman is positively seething and red-flushed in her rooted position with the plate of lemons still on her raised hold.
The woman begins to speak in Italian very quickly to Sophia’s amusement and lack of understanding a single thing that left her lips. She thinks she doesn’t mind it though because it seemed to quicken their time spent here as whatever the woman said prompted Harry to finally choose the lemons he wants and to pay for the other things he had picked earlier. The next thing Sophia knows, the Italian flirt huffs indignantly at the two of them right after Harry has said his thanks and held her hand securely with his free one.
So, Sophia might have not taken into consideration the consequences of her art of flirting and possessive display of affection at Harry earlier. She doesn't know how it slipped her mind that Harry gets extremely turned-on whenever she overtly acts minx like.
The sexual tensions radiating out of her bunny was quite palpable the moment they made their way back to their rented Italian villa, the lovely and jittery Harry expressing quite simply that he wants to just go back at their place when Sophia had asked him where they should go next in the town of Sorrento.
It hits her why he wants that when Harry all-out attacks her with his skin-burning and soul-tingling kisses when they’ve finally arrived at the confines of their villa, pushing her back right against the closed front door, his own body pressed firmly against hers.
Their passionate kissing halts as simultaneous moans of pleasure escape their bitten-red lips when Harry’s tenting shorts rub against Sophia’s pulsing hot heat underneath her dress.
“Fuck,” Harry rubs against her again more purposely, the two moaning in unison, “Feel what you do to me, sunflower? You got me fucking rock hard from your little possessive stint there at the market earlier. Don’t even know why you got jealous, but shit, my fiancé’s hot when she’s jealous.
Sophia clings to Harry’s body even more, rutting up against him eagerly in the little rhythm they’ve started, “I honestly don’t know either, but the moment she started her horrible flirting on you, I just badly wanted to show her you’re mine. Fuck, oh bunny, keep going that’s so good.”
Sophia does not even care anymore if all they do is rut up against each other, fully clothed like teenagers sneaking around and trying to literally keep it in their clothes while still wanting to get each other off. It’s honestly surprising to Sophia that Harry’s will power seems to be much stronger than she initially thought with his extremely love-dazed loopiness from earlier. A shocked loud moan erupts from her when Harry picks her up all of a sudden, her legs and arms wrapping tightly around Harry in instinct as he carries her to somewhere she doesn’t know and mind at all as long as kissing and the caress of Harry’s lips on her heated skin never stops.
With her eyes closed, she gasps in surprise as the distinctly familiar Italian summer breeze hit her physique, knowing well enough now that Harry has definitely brought them outside their private veranda overlooking the surrounding nature and the roofs of the other villas who also had their own verandas that are slightly in-view of theirs.
Harry places her back on the ground, gently yet expertly maneuvering her body around with lips sucking bruises on the back of her neck as he guides Sophia on the railing of their veranda, her hands finding purchase on the cold metal with her bum slightly raised due to Harry’s clever hands holding them up in place, and he resumes grinding his crotch to hers in this new position with Harry on her back in full-control.
“Yes, fuck..” Sophia moans when Harry wraps an arm around her waist to keep her body up-right with her back pressed tightly on his heaving front. “More, bunny. Give me more.”
Sophia feels the smirk on Harry’s lips at the side of her neck, probably finding it amusing when she tries to move her lower body to chase the friction of their privates rubbing together that Harry has momentarily slowed down.
“Look at you, so eager..” Harry grants her one rough grind of his extremely hard cock, making sure to add the most pressure on her covered sensitive bud, the loud moan Sophia exhales quickly turns into an agitated whine when Harry withdraws any friction yet remains in contact with her pulsing cunt.
“Sunflower, you might want to slow down and keep it quiet, yeah? We don’t want you starting another scene if the other patrons in their villas hear you.” Harry whispers teasingly in her ear, his broad wet tongue salaciously licks her lobe.
Sophia grunts, tries to wiggle her bum to get the friction back. Harry’s strong hold around her waist prevents her from succeeding. “I don’t fucking care, bunny! Let them hear me getting fucked so good, that way they know I’m appreciating what’s mine cause my bunny is only mine to get fucked on.”
“Hmm, you’re the only one who I get to fuck and who gets to love me and praise me for it, is that right, lovie?” Harry hums, his left hand slowly making its way underneath her dress to which Sophia wishes lands on the place she wants his touch the most.
“Yes, yes.” Sophia nods wantonly, “You’re the only one, bunny. My only fiancé that gets my body feeling so good I can’t stop screaming how good you are, always gets me so fucking speechless-dumb from how good you give it to me, bunny.”
Harry chuckles darkly, left hand swiftly sliding down Sophia’s small little panties, cupping her already slick-leaking pussy which elicits a loud pleased moan out of her.
“You really know how to use your sweet words against me,” Harry remarks, middle and ring finger parting her lips to rub slow yet firm circles on her highly sensitive clit. “Guess I’m not the only one who gets stupidly love-charmed, huh? You’re gonna take everything I’ll give you and be my best girl by screaming your little lungs out to show how much you love it?”
“Ohh fuck, oh my god..” Sophia moans in instant pleasure not only due to Harry’s nimble fingers toying with her sensitive nub, but his salacious words don’t help either in slowing down the steady stream of her wetness ruining her designer underwear.
“I haven’t even started my special moves on your body yet, and you're already lost for words like I’d already performed my highly acclaimed fuckery skills.”
Sophia knows she shouldn’t, but she can’t help the loud laugh that erupts from her still aroused body at what Harry had just said. She’s not sure what’s she’s done in the past to be so lucky to have a boy that’s both lewd and ridiculously weird when it comes to sex.
“Special moves, and highly acclaimed fuckery skills?” Sophia quotes back, now thankfully reduced to giggles instead of howling laughter, “Are shitting you me, H? Why would you say that at this specific moment we’re having? With your hand literally on my cunt?”
Harry to his credit, chuckles with her and not at all offended at her reaction, “Just wanted to hear your melodious laughter before I ruin you to well pleased tears.”
Sophia was probably busy laughing her head off from Harry’s earlier statement because she genuinely did not feel nor hear him remove any of his clothes and yet his left hand had suddenly disappeared from inside her panties and is now slipping the crotch to the side, with the head of his cock pressing the surface of her folds.
Sophia moans in actual, unadulterated surprise, “Fuck! You’re magic, ohhh god more.”
Harry chuckles at her surprise reaction, though moans in pleasure just the same as he continues to rub his pre-come leaking cock on her pussy lips without breaching inside her warmth yet.
“See, I told you I have renowned fuckery skills.”
Sophia grins despite Harry not being able to see her with his face squished at the side of her neck leaving kisses, kitten licks, and sharp quick nips with his teeth.
“Fucking put your prick inside me already and I might just agree wholeheartedly with you.”
Harry groans in rapture, sucking a surely big and deep bruise on her neck, distracting Sophia for a second to what she had wanted. And when Harry suddenly plunges his prick inside her, it surprises Sophia so much that she jumps a little from the intrusion with her upper body falling forward and her hands finding purchase on the railings of the veranda. Thankfully Harry’s arms around her prevented her from face-falling to the ground, the latter hoisting her body upwards again as he thrusts his cock deeply inside her.
“Can’t go anywhere, sunflower.” Harry moans to her ears, enthusiastically pounding into her sweltering hot cunt, Sophia keening in pleasure as every time Harry thrust out before deeply thrusting back in, she feels her own juices flowing down to her thighs. The squeaky, wet noise of their bodies gyrating and thumping roughly together, added with the obscene sounds of the skin of Harry’s balls slapping the glistening hood of her clit, is everything that Sophia can hear in her lust-blown state.
“Not going anywhere, don’t wanna fucking go anywhere, ahhh shitt that’s so good oh my god, keep fucking that prick into me!”
Sophia’s ardent shrieks of pleasure probably affects Harry’s similar burning state of desire, his hips increasing its pounding speeds and hitting her pussy walls even deeper to the point that the couple abruptly stops in surprise when they feel his dick pressing all the way in Sophia’s stomach.
“Oh my god, you’re in my stomach, jesus fucking christ that’s deep,” Sophia mewls loudly when Harry resumes his movement with an experimental thrust, likely trying to make sure that it doesn’t hurt for her when he pounds this deep up to her stomach.
“You like that? Feeling my dick in your belly?” Harry the smug fuck that he is, even places a hand underneath Sophia’s bunched up dress to press his bulging dick on the skin of her stomach, Sophia screaming in utter euphoria. “I know sunflower, I know. It’s so fucking good that you can’t even say anything coherent anymore, huh? God, I can feel your pussy squeezing me and fuck me, your leaking wet cunt makes me just want to devour you after this.”
Sophia begins to return Harry’s thorough, rapid impaling of his dick on her positively pulsing vagina from his pistoning position from behind her, moaning and whimpering incessantly as she tries to find some simple words to say, “Uhh..nrgghh..noo, keep fucking, ohhh come please.”
“Come? You wanna come?” Harry parrots back, Sophia nodding vigorously with non-coherent pleads leaving her kissed-bruised lips, her body bouncing frantically to Harry’s rabid thrusting inside her, all thoughts laser focused on chasing her high.
Harry’s left hand returns to toy on her clit, rubbing furiously in time with his pounding, Sophia involuntarily shuddering at the intense sensations, “You can fucking come on my prick, yeah? My sunflower is so lovely and so good that she can release her cum anytime she wants. You gonna come, sunflower?”
Sophia feels overwhelmed, her gut clenching to the familiar feeling of her near release, “Yes, so good, bunny’s so good.” she babbles without thought, making Harry chuckle despite their fanatical fucking.
“Thank you sunflower, I know you're good too cause you’re going to come for me, huh? You’re going to come cause I make you feel so fucking good.”
If it’s even possible, Harry really starts fucking Sophia like a bunny in heat that not even a minute later, Sophia’s screaming in exultation as she finally comes.
“YES! BUNNY, YES!” Sophia allows her body to release every jubilation she currently feels; might it be in the form of her unrelenting screams and whimpers, the slow stream of highly satisfied tears wetting her cheeks, or the hot, sticky cum gushing down from inside her cunt, down to her dainty ankles. Everything intensifies again when Sophia feels Harry’s dick begin to twitch inside her, pumping his warm cum within her.
“Holy shit.” Sophia tiredly exhales, hearing Harry hiss from behind her as he disconnects his now soft cock away from her vagina, said vagina now begins to excrete Harry’s cum mixing with her own release in a white and viscous liquid slowly trickling down her legs.
“There’s no way that’s only the amount of load I deposited in you,” Harry suddenly says in a tone of incredulity, eyes looking down at the mess on Sophia’s legs.
Sophia snorts in reply, rolling her eyes at his questioning, “Why do you have to ask that? You sound like a total idiot.”
Harry wiggles his eyebrows playfully, “An idiot who gave you a huge amount of cum, now squeeze that beautiful cunt of yours to push-out anymore of my semen that’s still in your tummy cause I don’t want you to get any UTI.”
Sophia feels endeared despite his manner of questioning from earlier, obediently squeezing out more of Harry’s ejaculation resulting the latter to dip a finger on the bubbling white substance on her inner thighs and making a show of sucking his mixed-cum covered finger in front of her.
“Harry,” Sophia widens her eyes at him, “We’re not going again, not gonna happen.”
Harry pouts his now white stained lips, “But I said that I wanted to eat you out earlier. Come on, sunflower. We still have a lot of time left before we go out for dinner. What can we possibly do instead of me having a go with you again? With my mouth this time, though.”
“I don’t know? Maybe we can go to the nearest jewelry shop here to get a ring on that left finger of yours so no other Italian flirt can even think about trying to seduce you again?”
“And lessen the chances of getting to fuck like rabbits again? I don’t think so. In fact, I think we can add possessive/jealous fucking to my list of kinks.
Their fourth day in Italy is hot beyond belief.
Not in the ‘hot’ way with Harry following his desires from yesterday of eating Sophia out, but ‘hot’ in the literal sense of the burning temperature.
Despite sleeping in the nude last night, Harry and Sophia had woken-up tangled together from head to toe, the duvet of theirs had seemingly found solace on the floor of their bed if their sweat-glistening skin are any indication that it must have been a literal steamy night. Ever since they’ve woken-up and gotten their bearings, the couple had forgone wearing anything beside Harry in his yellow trunks, and Sophia in her matching yellow bikini set. It was also probably the constant sweltering heat that had affected their lazy mood of the day as moving too much resulted in exerting more energy, which led to letting out more sweat.
So for their fourth day, Harry and Sophia had comfortably settled in the confines of their Italian villa, mostly residing in the comfortable, decent sized living area, or when it’s really too hot inside, the two lounge around the open-area of their veranda in one of the two lounge beds located there. Much to Sophia’s dismay, her evidently sweaty skin does not scare Harry away from finally settling down on his own lounge bed. No matter the amount of pleading and whining Sophia performs just to persuade him to stop crowding her already warm personal space, Harry had been keen in staying glued to her side by bringing out a book to read for him and her. Knowing Harry though, he can’t sit still for the life of him especially when he’s chilling time has been reduced to reading which normally, the boy does not do unless it’s late at night and he can’t sleep.
Luckily for Sophia, Harry does end up being restless when after their delivered lunch of fresh margarita pizza and too many different kinds of Italian bread that Harry had stupidly ordered because he apparently, ‘loves bread so much he just had to taste every single one of them’ then proceeds to the bathroom after taking a huge bite of the sixth kind, saying he needed a wee. We all know that’s not the case, and the disturbing wrenching sounds Sophia has overheard when she had passed the bathroom area is enough proof of that. So, a now extremely bread-full Harry does not have it in his sanity to lay back down beside Sophia on the lounge bed no matter how much he had gushed to her the intriguing plot of the roman novel he was reading earlier.
Instead, he leaves a secretly pleased-to-be-finally-alone Sophia with a sweet kiss on her lips as he fetches his expensive camera equipment in their room, presumably to take pictures of her or their current surroundings. Sophia doesn’t mind one bit, content in flipping page after page of the mystery novel she’s reading while sipping on the green juice that Harry had happily made for her after she requested for some afternoon refreshments. The only time her attention was veered away from her book is when Harry calls for her much later in the day.
“Sunflower, look!” Harry excitedly says, he’s standing below one of the large trees that's rooted just outside the veranda of their villa, four round lemons on his hold.
“What?” Sophia asks, lowering the perch of her sunnies on her nose bridge to have a better look at her fiancé.
“It’s a lemon tree!” Harry answers in the same overly enthusiastic manner, “If I had known there’s a literal lemon tree just outside our villa where we can just get lemons for free, I wouldn’t have bought some in the market yesterday so you also wouldn’t have been so threatened by that kind woman.”
“Oh shut-up!” Sophia rolls her eyes at his obvious teasing, his merry laughter leaving no room for her to be actually mad at him.
“What did you call her again? You had a specific name for her.”
“What else, she’s the Italian flirt.” Sophia says in a ‘duh’ tone, “And by the way, I wasn’t threatened by her, like at all.”
Harry’s laughter should really be annoying, especially when the volume increases and the boy even had the audacity to laugh so hard his thumping his own thighs with his big hands, letting the lemons he was holding fall on the ground. He didn’t even give a fuck when they all rolled to the side of the veranda and fell on the holes of the metal railing.
“Why is that her nickname?” Harry begins to speak, visibly trying his hardest to control the giggles from coming out, “Does that mean if I had met her back at home, you would have called her the London flirt? Sunflower, I’m sorry to say but your nicknaming skills lack some creativity.”
“You’re one to talk,” Sophia guffaws, “you named your cat Dusty because you said she still looked ‘dusty’ after you had bathed her for the first time. You’re just as bad at nicknames like me.”
“Now don’t drag my poor innocent cat into the conversation,” Harry chastises Sophia, beaming brightly at her nonetheless.
“Our cat, Mr. Styles. I think marrying means merging assets which includes house pets.”
Similarly to what Sophia had done earlier, Harry slides down his sunnies in the lower part of his nose bridge, then proceeds to give Sophia a deadpan look with a complete one hand resting on his hip like the complete diva that he can be. “Are you kidding me right now? You’re the one who told me I can’t call you by my surname yet cause we aren’t technically married yet.”
Sophia throws him a cheeky smile in return, shrugging her shoulders in a cool as a cucumber expression, “Baby, I didn’t see that stopping you from calling me your spouse for the rest of the day, did it? And if I remember correctly, you booked this villa we’re staying at with the establishment thinking we’re newly weds. Don’t think I forgot the fucking mess those rose petals were!”
Both Harry and Sophia laugh in remembrance of their first day upon arriving in Sorrento. From any of their past holidays together, Sophia was always the one booking their accommodations while he left Harry to plan their itinerary. Except for this engagement-moon, Sophia got super busy with a campaign in New York for the summer jewelry collection of Tiffany & Co. and had no wits left to find and book them a place. Then steps in Harry, the self-proclaimed Italian-expert-I’m-Basically-Half-Italian-At-This-Point and had willingly taken the task to find them a place. The boy had even sent her New York hotel room a goodie basket filled with Italian treats as some sort of preamble to their trip all the way from London.
Everything thus far in their trip had been normal when they had taken their flight from Heathrow to the Naples airport and then their rented car ride from Naples to Sorrento. Sophia’s wariness only kicked-in upon arriving at the reception area of their place in Sorrento, the lady at the front desk instantly referring to them as Mr. & Mrs. Styles despite their lack of wedding. Although, Sophia had thought at that time that maybe the lady had seen their engagement announcement on their respective social media accounts, with Harry literally captioning his ‘The Styles, 2021’ like all the vows and rings have been exchanged already.
Obviously, the main tell of what Harry had apparently done is the bloody amount of rose petals scattered in their villa upon their arrival, with a bunch of lighted candles completing the romantic atmosphere. Sophia had been shocked at the atrocity of the heart shaped rose petals dispersed on their bed with two swan-folded towels at the side of a bucket of ice and champagne, the assorted box of chocolates was also properly present in the selection.
Just like that same day, Harry’s giving Sophia a sheepish look right now, returning her unconcerned shrug of a shoulder, “The honeymoon package was much cheaper than booking us the presidential villa. I think you should even be thanking me right now, sunflower. Since we are starting to save more for our future mini Harrys and mini Sophias.”
The mention of children has always made Harry beam in unbridled happiness, though the mention of their children, makes him shine like the fucking sun. It’s highly endearing and heart-melting for Sophia to see her bunny so excited about building this life together with her, quite literally in some aspects since they are technically going to build life for them to have children.
“Well thank you for that, lovie.” Sophia relents with a grin, “Now may you please tell me why you called my name in the first place?”
“Oh!” Harry exclaims in recollection, “I saw the lemon tree and plucked out some of them so I can teach you how to juggle.”
How odd yet lovable can this man-child be, Sophia thinks, “And why do you plan to teach me juggling, bunny?”
“Sunflower, I’m going to teach you to be a master juggler like myself so that during our wedding reception, our first dance as the newlyweds won’t be boring.”
“What do you mean it won’t be boring?” Sophia asked, absolutely confused at what he had just said.
Harry looks at her with this look that he can’t understand why she doesn’t get it yet, making his way to the lounge bed with four new lemons on his hands, “I don’t think I’ve seen a couple do their first dance and then surprise their guests with a juggle break, so, us Styles are going to be the first one in wedding history to juggle during our dance.”
Sophia squawks an absolutely surprised laugh, “You want us to juggle during our first dance? Are you crazy, H? I think why you haven’t seen any other newly weds do such acts it’s because the idea’s bloody demented.”
“Heyyy..” Harry pouts in a whine, “Don’t go shutting down my idea without having a go at it.”
Sophia just snorts and welcomes Harry to her side as he plops his slightly sweaty body beside her on the lounge bed. Harry slots himself under Sophia’s arm and props his face on her chest to give her collarbones a few affectionate pecks, Sophia’s hand ruffling the messy angelic curls atop his head.
“I’m down to learn juggling,” Sophia remarks, “but I’m not sure if it’s a wise decision to mix it in our wedding planning, like I don’t want to hit anyone in the eye if I fail to catch one, heck who am I kidding? I’d probably not catch any of them with how bad my eye and hand coordination can get.”
Harry’s giggles vibrate from Sophia’s chest, “Yeah, I think I get your point. I’d rather not have to remember my wedding as the day my own wife had injured my nan with a flying beanbag that I had to go and take her to A&E.”
“Heyyy, now you’re just taking the piss.”
The couple’s afternoon had moved along from there on. Sophia genuinely allowed Harry to teach her some juggling techniques, which only lasted for a good 15 minutes before Harry had reached the point of having enough body pain for Sophia’s every uncaught lemon hitting him. Though Harry can’t really complain if it got him his fiancé’s delicate and gentle hands rubbing aloe vera gel on every sore area on his body.
When the sky had turned an ombré orange with a tint of pink swirls mingled in the perfect picture of the Italian sunset, Sophia has been charmed by her bunny to stay-in for dinner again, although this time, the two of them will cook their dinner with the array of produced they got in the market yesterday.
In all honesty, Sophia does not like to cook. She won’t proclaim that she’s an absolute shit cook when she’s still able to make a mean cheese toastie and Harry and her favorite soft-centered chocolate chip cookies. Her always on the go lifestyle has also contributed to her lack of time to explore cooking, and if she does have some free time, she’d rather make sure whatever she’s eating would be edible. Harry on the other hand, is kind of on the same boat as she is when it comes to the field of cooking, it’s just that her bunny thinks he has an innate inner culinary genius within himself that he’s yet to properly unleash. So between the two of them, Harry’s definitely the one who subjects himself to overly seasoned or burnt dishes due to his inspiring cooking attempts. Tonight however, would be the first time they will attempt to cook something from scratch together.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Sophia muses as she watches Harry arrange their ingredients in the kitchen countertop.
Harry dismisses her sentiments with a scoff, “What do you mean it’s not a good idea? This is a proper domestic activity that we can use as a practice ground from when we’re married and sharing a house and everything that’s entailed in being spouses.”
“Bunny, we’ve been sharing the same house after four months of knowing each other and I didn’t see you making me any pasta from scratch. I think we’re way past domestic cooking practice, spouses or not. Let’s just accept that we’re two idiots in the kitchen.”
Harry gives her a ‘tsk’ sound, seemingly unaffected by her negative outlook as he proceeds to place an apron on her bikini-covered body, going behind her back to tie the knot. Harry then wraps his arms around her waist with his bare chest flushed against her back, “Baby, will you please stop being so negative and humor me for tonight? We can end up making the most abominable pasta dish and I’d still have the time of my life creating it with you. So don’t worry your pretty little head into anything.”
Sophia sighs in resignation, knowing Harry’s absolutely correct that knowing them, whatever they end up doing, as long as they're together doing the activity, everything will still be fine and dandy. “Well who’s going to have to eat raw pasta noodles with the awfully seasoned marinara sauce?”
“You, obviously.” Harry pinches her bare tummy making Sophia squeak in surprise, “Look how skinny your model body is in that bikini. I say you need more food in you.”
Sophia backs away from Harry’s hug, crossing her arms on her lemon printed apron as she watches Harry put on his matching one, “I mean, we still have that tremendous amount of bread from your little stint earlier so maybe it won’t be that bad if I just stuff my face with more gluten to mask the awful taste.”
“Will you look at that!” Harry claps his soapy hands in glee as he’s so keen on getting the cooking started that he’s began washing his hands, “My sunflower being more positive of the situation already, keep it up buttercup!” and he lands a swat on the bare cheek of Sophia’s bum while it was the latter’s turn to innocently wash her hands after him.
“Bunny! Keep your hands to yourself, mister.”
“Or else we might not get any cooking cause you’d rather I keep the spanking in our bedroom?” Harry wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, one hand leaning on the kitchen counter highlighting his bulging biceps.
“No,” Sophia passes by him to get his Ipad where the recipe of their dish is located, “it’s or else I’d make you use your hands to knead the pasta dough all by yourself.”
“Psh,” Harry flicks his right hand like that’s no big deal, “I’d probably do a better job at it by just doing it all myself.”
“Now’s not the time to get too cocky,” Sophia amusedly inquires, reading the pasta dough recipe on the screen with Harry’s chin perched on top of her shoulder to read along, “this seems quite easy, but there’s surely a catch here somewhere.”
“Don’t get all bloody detective-like on a pasta dough recipe, sunflower. This isn’t a mystery case trying to be solved like the books you love to read.” Harry says, while Sophia laughs along with Harry’s accurate observation.
The two go on with actual cooking instead of just discussing and bickering like the old married couples they’re truly destined to be. Harry places the flour, eggs, olive oil, and salt in front of the two of them, beginning to pour the flour on the kitchen surface to create their flour wall.
After he’s done that, Sophia leaves him for a second to get a bowl where they can crack and beat their eggs on. When she returns, it’s to the scene of Harry attempting to crack an egg to place it directly on the hollow center of their flour wall.
“What are you doing?!” Sophia asks horrified, quickly crossing the distance between them, halting Harry from his action in surprise, “I just got the bowl for our eggs, why are you putting it directly on the flour?”
Harry frowns at her in return, “Because that’s how it’s supposed to be?”
“But I didn’t see that specific instruction on the website we’re reading the recipe at.”
“Well that’s what I’ve seen Gordon Ramsay do in that one Master Chef episode we watched,”
Sophia narrows her eyes at Harry, “So you’d rather trust Gordon Ramsay than the woman you’re about to marry?”
“Obviously.” Harry answers straight away making Sophia laugh at his honesty, “You might be the top paid supermodel around the world, but you ain’t the culinary god that Chef Ramsay is. I still love you though and will continue to marry you.”
“Nice save,” Sophia giggles, pecking Harry’s pouting lips waiting for a kiss. “I guess you’re right; I’d rather we blame Gordon Ramsay when this ends up going to shit than myself.”
“That’s the spirit!” Harry chuckles, raising his hand for a high-five which Sophia gladly returns. “Now I’d crack the eggs, add the olive oil plus salt, and then I’ll give you the honors to knead it first?”
Sophia agrees for Harry to go ahead, watching his slow and cautious movement of performing his task. It’s probably not Harry and Sophia’s finest idea to cook their dinner together in just their swimwear because they’re just in step one and Sophia’s already getting transfixed on Harry’s tattoos like it’s the first time she’s seeing it again. Harry’s naked body is enough distraction when she’s doing the thing she knows the most, which is modeling. Getting distracted by Harry’s bareness while doing something she hardly knows any shit about, is probably beyond dangerous than she thinks. Just imagining her bunny looking this hot, bare chested with nothing but his boxers and an apron on while cooking breakfast in their London home for her and by then pregnant belly, she’s unsure if she can go on with her pregnancy if her ovaries already want to explode in that divine moment.
“Done,” Harry says, removing Sophia away from her rather intense imagination, “you should knead it already, sunflower. Before the eggs and oil go everywhere.”
Sophia sees the fragile looking pile of the flour and the liquid of the egg and the oil nestled in its little crater, “Don’t you think we should whisk it first?”
“Yeah, I think that’s the right step to do first,” Harry agrees thoughtfully, handing Sophia the metal whisk for her to use.
Sophia, thankfully knows how to whisk with all the cookie baking she does sometimes without any electronic mixer. Her confidence level was definitely high when she started whisking the eggs and oil together, thinking that it’s only step two and nothing can really go wrong yet. Except it does. Just a few whisks in, their flour wall seems to not be so sturdy and it can’t absorb all the liquids making the slippery substance start to flow on the kitchen countertop instead of staying in the flour like it’s supposed to. Harry and Sophia look at each other in panic.
“What do I do?!” Sophia exclaims in a frenzy upon more liquid escaping their flour wall.
“Start kneading it already so the liquid ingredients get incorporated with the flour!” Harry replies in the same panicked nature as he watches the slight horror unfold.
“Alright, alright!” Sophia acknowledges hurriedly, ready to get the business done with her hands except that she catches a glimpse of her shining engagement ring and she just can’t knead a wet and slippery pasta dough with that majestic thing getting contaminated.
“Lovie, can you please take off my ring?” Sophia requests holding out her left hand to a confused and frowning Harry.”
“Why would I do that?!” He asks in disbelief, “You never take off your ring wherever you go. Heck, you’ve never taken it off since I placed it there!”
“Bunny!” Sophia groans thinking that it’s really not the time for his drama, “I don’t have the time to listen to your dramatic monologue, I need this ring off so it doesn't get doughy-wet and oily. Will you please just remove it before we have no pasta dough left to knead?”
“But,” Harry looks conflicted at her urgent request, “But that ring’s super special! That’s like the embodiment of my undying love for you and how that will never leave, and then you’re just going to want me to take it off of you? Sunflower, that’s like sacrilegious in my books becau-”
“HARRY! JUST TAKE THE BLOODY RING OFF FOR FUCK’S SAKE!”
The yelling seems to do the trick, Harry following her order just like the obedient husband that he aspires to be. Though some petulant looks were still thrown Sophia’s way as both of them started to knead the thankfully, the now tangible pasta dough. Harry’s pouting definitely diminished by the time they were able to successfully portion the pasta dough equally, letting it rest for thirty minutes as they now shift their attention to the Italian marinara sauce.
“Do you think we’re pros now?” Harry asks Sophia as they take turns washing their messy hands, “Like should we start calling our managers to book us some guestings for cooking reality tv shows so we can show those arrogant chefs that gorgeous models like us can cook too.”
Sophia chuckles in reply, gladly letting Harry dry her hands with the same dish towel he used to dry his, “It seems to me you’re just as arrogant as them if you think making pasta dough without even turning it to pasta yet makes us an instant pro at the kitchen.”
“Well maybe it is,” Harry supposes, “but I’m pretty sure I’d make a more exceptional marinara sauce than those guys.”
Sophia provides a non-verbal response in the form of a hum. Harry might not have made her any pasta from scratch in the past, but he has helped his mother countless times in making this Italian marinara recipe that they’re going to be using tonight every time Anne has invited them over at her place to feed them with homely and hearty meals that they’re missing in their own flat. Though Harry has yet to make it all by himself, Sophia knows it’s still worth something that he already took part in the making of it, which raises the chances of it being edible which really, is the only thing they’re hoping for.
Because Harry has usually done the prepping of the ingredients before, he delegates that task to Sophia as he takes the reins of cooking it on the stove. Chopping a huge amount of tomatoes is a task Sophia would rather have than anything relating to a heat source which has the tendency for her to burn something. With that being said, let’s not forget her awful hand and eye coordination at the earlier juggling escapade, a knife replacing the position of a lemon should certainly frighten her and Harry.
“Chop slowly,” Harry instructs her for the nth time, his regular slow deep drawl that usually calms Sophia down is starting to irk her right now.
“Yes, I know, bunny. You’ve just told me a million times in the past ten seconds.” Sophia reptiles, right hand raised with her palm upwards waiting for Harry to hand her the knife cause she’s apparently some child who can’t be trusted with sharp objects.
“I’m just making sure, baby. Don’t want you getting any scratches or god forbid, cuts on your fingers. That just won’t do.”
“I know, and I love you for caring so much about me, now can you please hand me over the knife?”
Harry still has a hesitant look on his face, “You promise you’re going to call for my help if there’s anything you don’t know how to chop?”
Sophia nods her head, smiling sincerely at her fiancé who’s overbearing protectiveness that as much as she would like to get irritated with, she can’t with how adorable he is. “I promise, bunny. I’m going to drop the knife on the chopping board and ask for your help when I need to.”
That seems to appease Harry’s worries, albeit slightly knowing him and his instinctive papa bear tendencies are always going to be there. So he hands the knife carefully to Sophia’s waiting hand before making the short walk to the stovetop.
“Oh, by the way,” Sophia chirps as she starts to make an assembly line of the tomatoes, “I also promise to take great care that none of my fingers are going to make it at our marinara pasta.”
“SUNFLOWER!” Harry shrieks in horror as he wipes his entire body to her direction after facing her backwards tending to the stovetop, “Don’t joke about those things, my love!”
Sophia giggles like the naughty minx that she is amidst the genuine frown on Harry’s face. When the latter seems to second guess his earlier granting of knife access to Sophia, he makes a show of walking back to her to supposedly take it from her. So Sophia, out of pure panic that Harry would take away this chance of her to sharpen her knife skills, raises the knife and points it to a nearing Harry in warning.
“SUNFLOWER!” Harry screams again in terror, arms instinctively raising up in surrender like the sort of thing one does whenever a deadly weapon is thrusted to them in caution. “Please slowly put the knife back down on the counter top.”
Harry’s reaction is what prompts Sophia to realize what she’s done and how possibly dangerous this situation can be. She squeaks in surprise and drops the knife to the floor, the loud clattering sound makes both Harry and Sophia jump in surprise.
“Fuck!” Harry curses, right hand coming to rest on his probably rapidly beating heart if he’s in the same situation as Sophia is (which he should be the one feeling like that since he’s the one that got pointed the knife). “I said slowly, sunflower.”
“Sorry,” Sophia responds apologetically, “Can’t expect me to react otherwise after I’ve realized what I was doing.”
“What? That you just got your fiancé at knifepoint?”
“Bunny,” Sophia whines in embarrassment at Harry’s attempt to exploit her mistake, “I said I’m sorry, please don’t start teasing me right now.”
Harry chuckles as he bends down to pick the discarded knife on the floor, “I think that just serves you right for teasing me first, sunflower. In fact, I think it’s the wise decision to never leave you unattended with extremely sharp objects that can potentially turn an aspiring romantic story of fiancés having their engagement-moon in the Amalfi Coast before they officially tie the knot, turn into a murder mystery of the engaged woman accidentally killing her fiancé while they’re just attempting to make their bloody dinner from scratch.”
Sophia grins in interest, “Wouldn’t that story be a New York’s Time Best Selling novel though?”
Harry’s teasing glint is replaced with a blank face of disbelief, and it’s enough for Sophia to shut her own smile, pouting her lips instead with her chin turned downwards like a scolded child. She seconds the motion and does not even put up a fight when Harry had barely let her chop anything, content in lining the tomatoes Harry needs to chop and properly arranging those he had chopped in a separate bowl.
Just like their earlier pasta dough making, the only mishap they’ve faced is in the first steps of making the marinara sauce, aka: ‘When my fiancé had me at knifepoint in Italy’ is what Harry titles it now and how he said he’d call it when their family and friends ask for stories on how their holiday in the Amalfi Coast went. So overall, besides Sophia's mistake and Harry’s relentless teasing, they finished making the marinara sauce and it is now left in the stovetop to reduce for another hour.
Harry and Sophia return their focus back on their resting portioned pasta doughs, Harry taking it upon himself to assemble the specific parts that they would use in the pasta maker that their villa conveniently stores. The couple had agreed to turn their pasta dough into pappardelle because their logic is the wider their pasta would be, the faster they’ll finish their doughs which also equates to the quicker they’d be away from the face of mistakes.
Sophia makes sure to flour sufficiently the pasta maker, because based from the cookie shows Harry and her indulge in, contestants fuck up when they just sprinkle a little bit of flour on their pasta machine making their pasta dough stick to its metal surface. Harry and Sophia don’t want to fuck up this late in their first cooking tryst, and being able to detect that possible door of mistake before stupidly doing so, Sophia thinks Harry and her are in the right path to becoming kitchen pros as they share a kiss of victory at being able to successfully produce their first strand of pappardelle.
The laughter the two of them share as each pasta strand they finish making is placed on Harry’s outstretched arms after realizing they have no pasta rack, is beyond doubt one of the best moments Sophia’s had in their entire stay thus far in this trip. Harry’s theatrics of dancing around their kitchen using the dangling strands of pasta on his arms and shoulders as some sort of expensive fringe robe. Now Sophia can really see the appeal of why Harry is such a successful model; her bunny can wear and sell anything, even bloody pasta!
“Do you want a matching pasta headband for that fancy pappardelle robe you have on?” Sophia jokes, holding the last few pieces of pasta.
“No thanks,” Harry kindly declines, “I’m already going to have to wash my flour-slicked body more attentively, I don't want my hair being subjected to the same treatment.”
“Yeah, don’t want your angel curls to be mistreated, huh?” Sophia agrees, affectionately reaching on tiptoes to gently tousle his luscious curls.
Harry giggles, “This is the real reason why I didn’t have to wine and dine you the first we met, you fell for the cherubic curls instantly.”
“Good thing you're compensating now by wining and dining me in the romantic and picturesque Amalfi through your own handmade meal. Too bad you didn’t press grapes on the basin with your feet to wine me with your own wine.”
Harry laughs as the two of them begin to remove the pasta strands all-over his body, “Ohh, I’m beginning to think that’s your way of saying that you want a repeat of tonight. Sunflower, are we currently experiencing your culinary awakening? This is monumental!”
Maybe it’s the nature of their trip, an engagement-moon that celebrates their relationship which for Sophia holds much more weight than their coming wedding. Sophia and Harry don’t need a piece of paper to dictate and justify their love for one another, being with each other both mentally and physically, and becoming each other's pillar of strength through troubled and delighted times is already enough. The wedding is more of a gift for their family and friends, to grant them the ability to celebrate their relationship with them.
It’s that thought that resonates within Sophia as Harry and her indulge the surprisingly delicious marinara pappardelle dish of their creation with the side of Harry’s warmed bread leftovers, and a glass of red wine that will soon be refilled for a second helping.
Harry’s correct, this moment is definitely monumental. Maybe not in the same sense as he directly means it, but their night together and every single precious moment they’ve spent on this trip has just made Sophia love and treasure the special relationship that Harry and her have even more. Sophia knows wholeheartedly now, that she’s ready to be married to him, to change her surname to Styles, to merge all their belongings together including their beloved personal pets.
In Sophia’s books, Harry and her are pretty much soul-bonded to begin with.
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Deep End - Chapter 13: Cheater
…in which Ezi learns to feel.
Word count: 4.2k
AU: famous!harry, siren!mc, adult modern retelling of the little mermaid? lol, fake dating, enemies to lovers.
WARNING: MATURE THEMES
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A/N: I finally got a new charger and my laptop is working again! Sorry for the late update!!!
Harry Styles was a cheater.
Ezi had learned that word last week on a Netflix show, and apparently humans could have multiple sexual partners unless they were in a relationship, then they could only have one. And if they started having sexual relationships with other people then they would be called ‘a cheater’.
Today, Harry was playing games on his phone on the couch when Ezi snuck up from behind to give him a jumpscare. But she was frozen to find out he wasn’t playing games. He was looking at a nude photo of another woman. And this was just hours after they had woken up in the same bed. Ezi recalled what had happened last night because parts of her still didn’t believe it had been real. Harry and her hadn’t had sex, but he’d called it “sex stuff”, so it was almost like they’d had sex. And they were also in a relationship for publicity, so technically, he was cheating on her.
“What are you looking at, cheater?”
Her voice made him flinch. He jolted upright and pressed the phone against his chest, looking horrified. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough to know you’ve been cheating on me,” she said, hands on her hips.
Harry sighed and got up from the couch. “Ezi,” he said softly, “it’s not cheating because we’re not together.”
Ezi stared at him, wide-eyed. He also froze as if he immediately regretted what he’d said.
“So what’s the word for it?” she asked. “If I can’t call it cheating.”
Ezi didn’t know why Harry seemed quite sad. She genuinely wanted to learn a new word. She’d learned that if your boyfriend looked at pictures of naked girls then he was cheating, but no one had told her the equivalent to cheating when it was your fake boyfriend.
“There’s no word for it,” Harry said, scratching the back of his head, then he buried his face into his hands. “God, now you make me feel bad. I’d sound like an arse if I said it was okay.”
Ezi chuckled. “Why?” Humans were so dramatic sometimes.
“Because,” Harry breathed and looked her in the eyes, his eyebrows sloped, “I don’t know...I just feel bad that you caught me looking at these pics after we…”
“After we almost had sex?”
“Okay, then why were you looking at those pics?” Ezi asked, confused. “I mean, if it made you feel bad, why did you do it?”
Harry seemed stunned as if he hadn’t thought of this before. “Well.” He seemed thoughtful. “Some girl sent them to me. I didn’t ask for them. I just opened–”
Ezi grabbed the phone from him. “Who’s Leslie?”
“Just someone I slept with a while ago,” Harry said, taking his phone back before she saw all the pictures. There were about ten of them! And a video! “Her number just ended up staying in the graveyard that is my contact list,” he said, chuckling nervously. “Get it? Because I ghost--”
She didn’t let him finish his unfunny joke. “Are you in love with this Leslie?”
“So you won’t miss her when I kill her?”
Harry laughed, then he realised she wasn’t going to laugh along and his face turned pale with fright. “Ezi, you don’t have to kill her. I’ll just kill her metaphorically...by ghosting her. No, wait, that would make me the ghost and--”
Once again, Ezi cut him off, “If people knew she was sending you pictures of her female parts, they would think you were cheating on me!”
“Exactly. That’s why I’m not gonna respond to Leslie!” Harry said, grabbing Ezi’s shoulders. “But we need to talk.”
Then, he sat her down on the couch and placed his phone on the glass table. “I don’t think we should do that again,” he said.
She blinked. “Do what?”
“What we did last night,” he replied, averting his eyes. He seemed nervous, which confused her even more.
So she asked, “Why?”
“Because,” Harry blew out his cheeks. “Because we’re not the same species.”
“No, it’s not! It’s literally a fact.”
Ezi shrugged. “I’m human now. It’s not my problem you refuse to see me as one. You sound transphobic to me.”
“What? That’s not what transphobic means!”
“I transformed into a human. I grew new body parts, so technically–”
“Okay, okay, listen.” He held up two fingers in front of her face to grab her attention. Eyes locked with hers, he said, “We can’t do that again, because I feel like I was taking advantage of you.”
“You weren’t.” If anyone was taking advantage of someone, it was her. He wouldn’t think so if he knew she was aiming for his heart this whole time. She hated that she felt guilty about it.
“I kinda was,” Harry said. “You didn’t know anything about sex.”
“I know a little now. Thanks to you.” She smiled.
Harry opened his mouth to deny it, but she wasn’t going to let him. She was getting closer to achieving her goals, so she couldn’t let him push her away again. She didn’t have time to spare.
Pressing a palm against his mouth to silence him, Ezi swung her leg over his thighs and straddled his waist. Harry’s eyes went wide, and she could feel his body stiffen beneath her. Grinning, she replaced her hand that was covering his mouth with her own mouth. Harry was taken aback by the kiss. She had never initiated a kiss before. She waited for him to push her off of him, but he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer. He kissed her hard, then slid his fingers into her hair.
“Fuck,” he murmured against her lips, breathless. “You’re making it hard for me not to fuck you.”
Ezi knew that word. It meant to have sex. So she smiled. “I want you to.”
Harry pulled back from the kiss, his lips pink from kissing. He held her gaze for a second, then ran his hand over his face, laughing. “Oh God,” he groaned, rubbing his eyes.
“This is torture. You need to get off.”
Ezi shook her head. She could feel his tail growing against her thigh. “I don’t want to.”
Harry grabbed her hips and effortlessly lifted her off him and back onto the couch. She let out a yelp and slapped him on the arm as he stood up and fixed his clothes. “I need to go to work,” he said.
“No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I do. What are you? My boss?”
“You’re avoiding,” Ezi shouted after Harry as he walked to the staircase. He said nothing and only walked faster. She rolled her eyes.
He could try all he wanted, but she knew he was getting impatient. The way he reacted to her had given it all away. It wouldn’t be long until he caved, and they would have sex, and he would be vulnerable, and then she could make him fall in love with her and steal his heart.
“But then,” she murmured, resting her head back and staring up at the ceiling, “then there’s no more Harry.”
She would get the crown. She would return home as a hero. But Harry wouldn’t be there when she came back.
Harry was screwed.
He knew something was wrong when his mother called before breakfast. She cared about her daily routines too much to check up on him that early, so it must be bad news. And it kind of was.
“I want to have lunch with your girlfriend.”
“Yes?” his mother said, sounding surprised. “Unless there’s another girlfriend?!”
“N-no, just…just the one,” Harry said, facepalming himself. Last night, when he’d been in bed with Ezi, he had, for a second, thought that it’d be nice to have a girlfriend, even just a fake one. As much as he hated to admit it, it was lonely to wake up alone in the middle of the night. But this phone call from his mother had acted as a wakeup call.
“I want to get to know her better,” his mother said. “After all, she was the first girl you’ve ever formally introduced to me.”
And she was the only fake one. But she was different from his exes, in a way that he knew his mother would like. Probably because she wasn’t human and her whole character was built according to the type of women that he knew his mother would approve of. He couldn’t help but snort as he imagined telling his mother he was ‘dating’ a siren. Maybe his mother would just be happy that he had actually committed.
“Ezi is very shy,” he said.
“She didn’t seem shy the last time we met.”
“Yeah, because I was there. She was comfortable with me.” It wasn’t a lie, or at least he hoped it wasn’t.
“Wasn’t she hanging out with Dawson the other day? She seemed comfortable in those paparazzi photos.”
Harry facepalmed himself. He knew it. His mother wouldn’t just be interested in Ezi all of a sudden. If she had wanted to get to know Ezi just for the sake of it, this conversation would have happened a long time ago. Fucking Dawson. All because he’d asked Ezi out on a date.
“They met at the party,” Harry said.
“I also met her at my party.”
“Next week,” his mother didn’t let him finish. “I’m meeting your girlfriend for lunch next week.”
Then, she hung up without saying she loved him. His mother never forgot to say that every time they were on a call, so she must be very angry.
“Fuck,” said Harry into his palm as he headed upstairs to find Ezi. She was in her room, watching Snow White. Her door was open, so he just walked right in and stood at the end of her bed. She gestured for him to move out of the way so she could watch the film, but he wouldn’t. “Ezi.”
Ezi rolled her eyes, grabbed the remote and pressed pause. “What?”
“We need to talk.”
“Oh, now you wanna talk to me.”
“Please don’t do this,” Harry breathed. “I’m having a bad day. And I’m about to ruin yours.”
Ezi sat up straight as Harry sat down beside her on the bed.
“Is she okay?”
“She is.” Harry rubbed the back of his neck. “We’re not. We’re fucked.”
“She wanted to have lunch with you.”
“Just me and her?”
“No, not great.” Harry held up a finger, and Ezi’s grin vanished. “My mother is a lie detector. And you’re not very good at lying.”
Ezi pouted. “I am, actually,” she said. “I’ve lied to you a bunch of times.”
Harry rolled his eyes as he chuckled. “Of course you did. You’re a pathological liar, but you can only lie about the things you know, and you don’t know a lot about this world.”
“When does she wanna see me?”
“Some time next week.”
“We’ve got a whole week for you to teach me what I should and shouldn’t say to her,” Ezi said. Harry was impressed by how chill she was. “I’m a quick learner, and I can adapt very well.”
He had to agree, because she hadn’t been here for that long, and she’d already got a job, gone on a date, learned how to read and write, and...well, almost had sex.
“You really wanna go?” he asked, fidgeting with his own fingers.
Ezi lifted her shoulders. “If I didn’t go, she’d suspect that something is wrong.”
Harry bit his lip. “I think she’s already suspecting something is off. She only wanted to meet you after seeing those pictures of you and Dawson.”
“She thinks you’re a gold-digger.”
Ezi gave Harry a funny look. “Why? I’m not trained for digging gold.”
Her naivety made him laugh. “No, a golddigger is a woman who dates rich men for their money.”
Ezi’s eyebrows furrowed. “Why a woman? Most real gold-diggers are men. Are you saying that because you hate women?”
Harry groaned. “In this specific case, it’s a woman. You. Don’t paint me with that wide brush.”
“I am a gold digger though,” Ezi said, placing a hand on her chest. “You buy me stuff all the time.”
“Yeah, but don’t tell my mum. She wouldn’t like that,” Harry said. “She wants my girlfriend to like me for me.”
“No wonder you’re single,” Ezi said. “You’re not very likeable.”
“Shut up,” Harry chuckled and nudged her with his shoulder.
She smiled. “I think I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”
Harry nodded. He hated being told ‘Don’t worry’, but there was nothing he could do now. He shook his head to get rid of the thoughts about his mother. “You’re watching Snow White again?” he asked as Ezi resumed the film.
“Yeah, I love it,” she said, eyes on the screen. “I don’t understand why the huntsman didn’t murder Snow White.”
“He gave the Evil Queen an animal’s heart, right?”
“Yeah. I think in the original tale, he got killed when the Evil Queen found out.”
Harry pursed his lips and looked over to Ezi. He wasn’t sure if he was imagining things, but she actually seemed uneasy and concerned. “What’s hard to understand?” he asked, looking at her while she watched the film. “I would’ve done the same thing.”
“He didn’t know her,” Ezi said. “Why would you risk your own life for someone you don’t know? It doesn’t make sense.”
“I think he could tell that Snow White was a good person and the task the Evil Queen had given him was immoral.”
“So, he’d rather risk being killed than having to live with the guilt knowing he’d murdered an innocent girl. Snow White was fourteen, right? She was literally a child. Also, the huntsman could have a daughter her age, so he might have thought about the same thing happening to his daughter when he was about to kill Snow White.”
Ezi’s bottom lip stuck out as her eyebrows drew together in a thoughtful manner. Harry hadn’t noticed until now that she seemed more human every time he looked at her.
Slowly, he rested his head on her shoulder. She didn’t move. She just let him. They sat in silence and watched the film. Her sweet scent wafted around him, making him want to bury his face into her neck, yet he knew he could not. So he closed his eyes instead. And as he drifted off to sleep, he thought about her becoming fully human. She could stay here...with him, and be a part of his world.
Ezi was making tea in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. It was Monday, and Harry had just gone out. Chilli was sleeping upstairs, so she was here all alone. Now, after watching Snow White for the fourth time, she was wary about opening doors to strangers. She knew it wasn’t Niall or Dawson because they would’ve called her before coming. And Harry didn’t like people enough to invite them over when he wasn’t home. Chances were Koa had found where she lived. Or worse: her mother was waiting right outside.
“Harry’s mother?” Ezi said in surprise when she checked the camera on Harry’s porch. Parts of her were relieved that she wasn’t in danger, but on second thought, this could be a different kind of danger. Hadn’t his mother planned to see Ezi for lunch later this week? Why was she here now?
The doorbell sounded again, and Ezi had no choice but to open the door.
Harry’s mother stood there in a fancy whitesuit. Her smile widened when she saw Ezi and pulled her in for a hug. She smelled like expensive perfume that Ezi would only wear out on important social events with Harry. Ezi had never seen the Queen of England, but if someone had told her that Harry’s mother was the Queen, she would have believed them.
Now, she wasn’t afraid of any humans. She was a lot stronger and smarter than them. But standing before Harry’s mother now, she was quite intimidated. Probably because this woman reminded her of her own mother.
“Hello, darling. How are you today?” asked Annalise.
“I’m good,” Ezi said with a tight-lipped smile. “How are you?”
“Splendid. I would’ve come in the morning, but I was busy.”
“Harry is not home, but if you want me to call him--”
“Oh, I’m not here for Harry,” Annalise said as she walked in. “I’m here for you.”
Ezi shut the door behind her and idled there for a moment. “I thought…”
“Oh, we’re still having lunch this weekend. I just wanna talk to you before,” Annalise said and lifted her head as she sniffed the air. “Are you making tea?”
“I just finished,” Ezi said. “Would you like some?”
And so Ezi brought out the tea and biscuits to the living room, where her fake boyfriend’s mother was waiting to start the interrogation. She honestly didn’t know what to expect, so she could only hope the tiny amount of knowledge of the human world she’d got could come handy in this situation.
“So how do you find London?” asked Annalise as she took a sip from her cup. To Ezi’s relief, she seemed impressed by Ezi’s tea-making skills.
“It’s a wonderful city,” Ezi said.
“How is it different from your city?” Annalise asked, her perfect eyebrows knitted. “Where are you from again?”
“LA,” Ezi said. She didn’t remember what city she was supposed to be from, but LA was the first American to come to her mind. Thanks to those reality dating shows she’d been watching on Netflix.
Annalise’s red lips pursed. “You don’t sound LA,” she said and put down her cup. “I’m sorry if that was too rude. It’s just...you seem so nice and well-mannered.”
Ezi smiled. “Well, my mother raised me well, I suppose.”
“So why did you come here then?” Annalise went on as she leaned back into the sofa. “Why gloomy London instead of sunny LA?”
Ezi thought for a second. “My mother wanted me to come here.”
Annalise looked surprised. “Why?”
“She thought it was better here.”
“Do you think it’s better here?”
Ezi took a deep breath. “I have more friends here,” she said. “Also, I’m working in a bookshop and enjoying my job. And...there’s Harry.”
“He’s a great man, isn’t he?” Annalise said. Ezi could tell how proud she was of her own son when she mentioned him. If only Ezi’s mother reacted the same way to Ezi’s name. “He’s very different from his father. What do your parents do?”
“I don’t have a father,” Ezi said. “Just my mother and my sister. My mum is a...she runs a bookshop, too.” Harry had been right; Ezi was terrible at lying about the things she didn’t know. “My sister...well, she’s still in school.”
“Good, good.” Annalise nodded. “Do you love them?”
“I do. But...sometimes I...sometimes I wonder if they love me, too.”
Annalise seemed taken aback by Ezi’s answer. “Every mother loves their child,” she said. “Your mother probably loves you. Maybe her way of showing love is just different.”
It was what Harry had told her on the first night they’d met. She’d been telling herself that since. That her family loved her, just with a different type of love. However, sometimes it felt like she was lying to herself.
“My sister has always been her favourite,” she told Annalise. “My sister makes her proud, and I let her down. I haven’t spoken to her for a while. I miss my mother sometimes, but from what I heard from my sister, my mother doesn’t seem to want me back.”
There was a quiet moment between Ezi and Harry’s mother, and she was afraid that she’d said something wrong or given too much away.
Annalise sucked in a breath, rested one leg on top of the other as she folded her hands on top of her knees. Then, she said, “I don’t know you that well, but I can tell you have a good heart. And no matter what your relationship with your mother has been in the past, I’m sure if she saw how you are now, she’d be very proud.” Another moment of silence. “Harry always said my love overwhelmed him, but that’s the only way I know how to love. I love out loud, and Harry doesn’t. He loves through his actions. Everyone has a different way of showing love.”
Ezi wetted her lip as she contemplated the tea cup in front of her before speaking. “I think he’s always afraid that he might let you down.” Though Annalise didn’t react, Ezi could feel a shift in her seemingly neutral expression. “Harry lives for other people,” Ezi continued. “And the only thing he’s ever done for himself is make music. He wants to be happy, but I don’t think he can be happy if he knows you’re not.”
“I know that,” Annalise sighed. “But I’m still his mother. I care for his future. The industry he’s in isn’t good, you know? You can have everything and lose everything in a second.”
“That can happen with anyone,” Ezi said, thinking about the mission she was on. She could have it all, or she’d be nothing. “But if you don’t take risks, you’ll never know. You’ll spend the rest of your life thinking ‘what if?’. So I always admire those like Harry, who doesn’t let anything get in the way of him and his dreams.”
“I’m glad Harry has you,” Annalise said, her red lip curled. “I can tell he really cares about you. He’s the only good man in my life, if I’m honest with you. His father wasn’t a good man. He told me my love was suffocating him while I was carrying his child and he was sleeping with someone else.”
“Is that why you want Harry to commit?”
Annalise nodded. “I don’t want him to be like his father. Sometimes…” She averted her eyes and rubbed her neck -- the thing Harry would do when he was anxious. “Sometimes I worry that...I could also lose my son from loving him too much.”
“I don’t think that’s possible,” Ezi said. Something stung her heart. She didn’t know what it was, but she imagined herself as the huntsman with the knife at Snow White’s chest. Then, she watched the little girl run into the woods.
“You will never lose Harry,” she told Annalise. “I’m sure of it.”
“Your mother was here.”
Harry flinched when he heard it. He had just gone out of the shower when he’d found Ezi sitting there on his bed in her night dress, looking anxious and remorseful.
He dropped his towel. Now only in his boxers, he matched towards the bed and sat down beside Ezi, his heart thundering. “What did she say to you? Did she threaten you?”
“No.” Ezi shook her head slowly, then she worked up a smile that didn’t seem real. “We had a nice conversation,” she said.
“Oh, no,” Harry said, gripping his damp hair. “She knows you’re a siren, doesn’t she?”
“No, Harry, relax,” Ezi said as she chuckled. “She didn’t know.”
“Good,” Harry said. “So what were you guys talking about?”
Ezi shrugged. “Just random stuff.” Then she handed him the iPad. “Could you charge this for me, please?” She always had him charge it for her while she slept so she could use it in the morning. There was no way he would let her be near those electrical sockets.
“So I was thinking--” he said before she could get up and leave.
Ezi blinked. “Hmmm?”
Harry swallowed hard, a hand at his neck, eyes on his lap instead of her face. “What if your mother finally decides to let you come back?” he said at last. “Can you still...I don’t know....become human once in a while?”
Ezi was quiet, so Harry looked up and saw her confused expression as she asked him, “Why?”
“Because…” he said hesitantly. “Chilli has already grown attached to you. She’ll...she’ll be sad when you leave. She doesn’t like others, but she likes you.”
Ezi looked away. “I’ll miss Chilli, too, but--”
“When you become Queen,” he cut her off, “you can give yourself legs. Maybe...if you want to see Chilli, you can come to London.” Their eyes met, and he smiled. “And...I’ll be here.”
Something had changed in Ezi’s expression, and in the dimness of his bedroom, Harry could not make out whether it was a positive response or a negative one. She got up fast, and without eye contact, said to him, “That would be very fun. Let’s hope we can do that.”
Before he could even say goodnight, she turned and headed straight out of the door. Harry considered going after her, but he thought about what he’d said and felt like he should just let her rest for now. Maybe he’d sounded too clingy and terrified her a little bit.
He sighed, got up and plugged in her iPad. The screen turned bright. Harry swiped across the screen to unlock it, and a search page appeared.
Which animal's heart is most like a human's?
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harry’s camera roll 📸
some of photos that would be in your camera roll if you were dating fetus!harry and the stories behind them. (pls send requests!!)
after harry auditioned for x-factor he quickly caught the hearts from viewers watching all over the world. the huge, big, curly brown hair to emerald green eyes, what was there not to love?
after a couple of months he had already went to judges house and was in a band with niall, louis, liam, and zayn called one direction. you were so proud of everything he has done and so lucky to call him your boyfriend. you, anne, and gemma would tune in weekly watching your boyfriend while stuffing your faces.
due to your and harry’s busy schedule you never had much time to see each other. you were busy with school 5 days a week and harry was in meetings or the studio quite often. harry and you had agreed to have you come over for a couple of days just to spend time with each other.
you guys facetimed every night counting down the days until you left to the x-factor house. he hugged you for what felt like forever on the doorstep to the house and left kisses on the top of your head and on your lips.
he introduced you to the boys, them already knowing who you are hearing harry talk about you nonstop. he carried your luggage and brought you to his bunk where you both would spend the rest of night only getting out of bed to grab something to eat or use the restroom. you had eventually fell asleep with your head resting on his chest and his face pressed into the top of your head. his left arm resting under your body and his right one hung loosely around your waist and yours slung across his belly.
harry had to go to the studio early that morning and got the ok from his manager that he could bring you. after eating a light breakfast you both headed over to the studio with the boys.
you sat on the other side of the glass where the boys weren’t taking turns recording their verse. when harry wasn’t busy he sat next to you and you curled up to him. you made small talk until he was called back into the recording booth.
you had snapped a blurry photo of him to send to anne later. you knew she had missed him so much, her youngest getting taken from her earlier than normal. you couldn’t wait until he saw his family again and you could tell he missed them.
you had found yourself cuddling yourself into his jack wills hoodie he gave you before he left for judges house. you made a mental note that you needed to give it back to him because the burgundy hoodie was loosing its scent.
he came out of the booth and thanked everyone that was praising him, a huge smile on his face. everyone walked out to where the rest of the boys were to give you some time together. he threw himself on the sofa you had been sitting on and placed a kiss on the top of your head.
“how was i?” your face coming out of his neck and looking up to the boy you loved most.
“amazing as always” a smile forming onto your face and giggling a bit under his stare.
you wrapped your arms around his middle, tucking your face back in his neck and his cheek resting on top your hair. you had missed the times like these. you couldn’t had a cuddle or a kiss whenever you wanted to anymore but every time you reunited it made everything so much more special.
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I’ve had zero motivation to write lately, but I found this little drabble in my drafts and thought it was cute! Enjoy and please reblog & support your writers! <3
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(daughter’s name is ava)
yes he does ask his little girl to be her valentine, always gifts her flowers and makes her heart shaped pancakes each year.
he also asks you later that day and you jokingly say you couldn’t steal ava’s valentine as a joke, but ava cuts in “you can have him”.
he’s offended and pouty because his little girl was so quick to pawn him off, “oi i made you pancakes!”
ava recognizes his pouty face and huffs at him before turning to you. “we share him,” before turning back to her toys.
he comes up behind her to wrestle her into his arms, “i’m your forever valentine, alright munchkin?”
he presses kisses to her cheeks and neck until she’s letting her infectious giggle ring out, “okay, okay!”
“yes daddy, you’re my forever valentine and i’ll be yours”
he gives her one last kiss before walking back over to where you stood in the kitchen watching over them
he places a kiss to your cheek as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest
“what do you say about being my second forever valentine?”
and how could you say no when you’re so lost in his scent and the way his arms just seem to fit around you so perfectly?
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The Third Act
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A/N: As an early birthday gift from me to you, here’s chapter 3 :) I hope you all enjoy my hardwork and if you do, please don’t be afraid to stop by and let me know :) all feedback is greatly appreciated.
WARNING: this chapter includes domestic violence, mentions of a miscarriage, and suicidal thoughts. if you ever need to talk to someone, i’m here for you.
okay other than that, have fun and good luck, in that order *nose boops*
Jessica: I tried to get a hold of Giulia but she wasn’t answering the phone. This was obviously before the time of cell phones so there was only her home phone, and if she wasn’t answering that, then there was no other way to get in contact with her.
I would’ve gone over to her apartment but I was in L.A. so that wasn’t really possible. I was just going to wait until she called me back because clearly, this was an urgent matter.
The poor girl just couldn’t catch a break.
Opal: We were at the airport in the morning, on the way to California, when we saw the picture.
Niall: People swarmed us left and right because of that photo. It really stirred the pot.
Harry: Girls as young as fifteen were asking me to kiss them. So were their mothers.
Opal: I wondered how Giulia was handling all the attention; if she even knew about the photo yet.
Giulia: I took a deep breath and tried my best to ignore it. It was this enormous elephant in the room though so it was kind of hard to avoid. I walked further through the living room so he could see me - I know he heard the door close and knew I was behind him, but I wanted him to actually see me. I said ‘hi’ but he ignored me. Kept drinking his beer. [pauses] That hurt. I remember wanting to cry right there because I didn’t deserve this.
Maybe I did, I don’t know. It looked very, very suspicious and if there was a printed photo on every magazine of him and some other actress apparently kissing, I would be upset too. But I would want an answer and I wouldn’t be drinking before noon.
I couldn’t stand there anymore so I started to walk away but then I heard him mumble something under his breath. I didn’t catch it and I know I should’ve just left him alone until he was sober and ready to talk like adults, but against my better judgment I turned around and said, “Excuse me?”
He spoke up and said, ”You’re a whore.”
Right then and there I should’ve left. If I could go back in time, there are so many things I wish I could change but in hindsight, it’s easier to say that than when it was actually happening. When it was happening, I wanted to fix what was broken so we could get back to normal. But, of course, once something breaks, it can never be whole again.
He was pissed, I was fuming, anything that was going to happen was going to be anything but a civil conversation between two adults. I was ready to say something back but he stopped me. He kept going on and on, “Do you think it’s easy for me to see my girlfriend with some other fucking dude? All of these headlines saying you two are in a relationship as if I don’t fucking exist? It’s probably because they are true. You’re fucking this guy and you thought you could get away with it.”
I wasn’t. He was just convinced I was. He thought these rumors were going to tarnish his reputation as a serious musician. [laughs] Nothing about this was going to hurt his reputation considering all articles were sympathizing with him and slandering me. He just had a big ego and thought everything was about him. We went back and forth for a little while, and I tried giving my side of the story but he wasn’t listening to anything I had to say. So eventually I started to walk away from him because dealing with a drunk person in an argument isn’t good. But he said, “Don’t fucking walk away from me!”
I was so mad, so I was about to turn around and scream, “Don’t tell me what to do!” But the next thing I know, he's pushing me into the wall. Hard. And it was a brick wall. My shoulder was badly bruised and I’m pretty sure I hit my head too.
Anna: Later that day she came back over to my apartment with a bag of stuff asking if she could stay for a few days. She only said they had gotten into an argument and that she didn’t want to be around him. I thought it was weird that she didn’t kick him out of the apartment considering it is her apartment but I let her in, no questions asked. [pauses] As her best friend, I think that was my biggest mistake and what failed her: Not asking questions. Maybe if I asked what happened the rest of it could’ve been avoided.
When she changed into her pajamas I saw the bruise on her shoulder. She lied, said something about losing her balance and falling into her dresser or something. It was a disgusting bruise too. Yellow on the outside and this deep purple in the center mixed with blue and green splotches. He did that to her and she lied about it and I didn’t connect the dots.
Jessica: When I finally got a hold of her she sounded different. By this point, I’ve known this girl for three years and I’ve spoken to her nearly every day. I know how she is and that day… she wasn’t the Giulia I knew. I didn’t know if it was because of the photo or maybe something personal but I knew something wasn’t right. She tried to play it off though and said something about just being tired.
Giulia: I thought I had to lie. How does someone come out and say their boyfriend got so angry that he pushed them into a wall forcefully? And how do they admit to not immediately leaving him? Because I didn’t know. Right after it happened he apologized and hugged me and kissed me and even got me an ice pack so I didn’t think much of it. I really didn’t. I still left because it didn’t feel right to be in the same place as him after that argument, but I didn’t break up with him.
And thing is, I was convinced none of my family or friends would believe me. Back then, abuse wasn’t something… highly talked about. It was something you just kept to yourself and pretended everything was okay. Obviously, everything wasn’t okay, but for someone like me in this big spotlight, dating a very famous man [pauses] there was no way anyone would believe me. This is the biggest shame of it all because a lot of men in this industry get away with shit they shouldn’t just because women know their lives and reputation are more at risk than the men. We’re the bad guys.
Vince: I figured enough people were up her ass about this picture by the time I called her the next day, that I didn’t even bother questioning her about it. That wasn’t part of my job plus I could’ve bet my life savings that she needed a distraction. Which is why I sent her two scripts to keep her busy.
Giulia: Auditions for Cecilia took place in L.A. which was perfect timing because I needed to get away from New York for a little while. And it was also time I visited my family.
Connor Stone: When I picked her up from the airport I immediately could tell something was wrong with her. I wasn’t positive on what, but was positive there was something. I had this nagging thought in my head that I was right: New York was doing more harm than good.
Opal: Before the whole… kiss thing happened, I told Giulia we’d be staying in Laurel Canyon if she ever wanted to stop by. So I shouldn’t have been surprised when she came knocking on our front door the next week. Yet, I still was.
Harry: I couldn’t believe my eyes when SP opened the door.
Niall: This girl was tough as fucking nails. People were still talking about her and Harry a week later, dragging her through the dirt about her relationship with Levi and here she was, on our doorstep without a care in the world.
Giulia: I asked my brother to wait outside because I wasn’t going to be long. I had no intention of staying because quite frankly, I realized, I was furious at Harry. I mean, he fucked my life up because of what? He wanted to get in my pants?
Opal: She didn’t step inside, instead she asked Harry to come to her. She said, “I can’t stay long. Harry, can we talk for a second?”
SP: Harry walked over to her and within the blink of an eye, her hand came across his face. [laughs] I refer to it as the slap heard ‘round the world.
Connor: I could practically hear the impact from the car.
Giulia: I said, “What part of me not going back to your hotel or constantly telling you I have a boyfriend did you not get?”
Harry: I didn’t know how to respond to that. I was a stupid guy, I knew that much. But there was no denying the way she reacted to me back in that club the week before.
Giulia: When he had nothing to say I scoffed and turned around to get back to the car. I thought he was different, y’know? But he didn’t even apologize. I could tell he didn’t say sorry because he probably didn’t think he had to, but it would’ve been nice if he did just so I could believe he had an ounce of sympathy in him.
Connor: When she got back in the car, she looked back out of her window before I drove away completely, almost with, like, a look of regret. I didn’t know a whole lot about her relationship with Harry Styles but my guess is she regretted slapping him because she didn’t truly mean it. The anger she felt was a facade because she should feel anger; but she probably liked the kiss. She was probably angry because of the way it happened, not that it happened at all.
Giulia: What I really needed was a night to myself. I needed to be alone and get high just for a little while. As we drove, I could see some of the places I frequented before I met Levi, and I wanted nothing more than to go back to that simple time where there was no boyfriend and no rockstar waiting around for me.
Jessica: I knew something was off about Giulia from that phone call, yet when she walked into my office those days later… I mean it was obvious.
We caught up and got niceties out of the way before I asked, “Are you okay? Like, seriously, okay?”
She said, “Why wouldn’t I be? It’s a messy situation but I’ll get past it like I always do.”
Something told me she wasn’t just talking about Harry.
Giulia: I don’t know why but that entire first week back in California felt like someone else was inhabiting my body. It’s something I can’t really explain, but I just didn’t feel like myself. I know I played it off pretty well that it was just the Harry situation on my mind, but honestly I don’t think I thought about it at all.
When I closed my eyes, I saw Levi. I could hear him in my mind, over and over again calling me a whore. I could feel the impact of that brick wall whenever I looked at my fading bruise.
When the weekend came around, some of the cast and crew wanted to celebrate a good first week and cheers to many more. The only part of that weekend I remember is my head being in some toilet stall.
Connor: No one could get a hold of her again. Two days of no communication from her. Sunday she called Anna and then me.
Giulia: Sunday was recovery day. By Monday I was fine and back to work like everything was normal. I felt so [pauses] I needed that little release, even if it was for just a little while. I called Levi on Monday and pushed the incident to the back of my mind and told him I’d see him soon.
Like nothing ever happened.
Niall: SP and I ran into Giulia that weekend. She was blitzed. We thought it was because of Harry. She said something like, “Just trying to forget life for a little while.” You don’t really say something like that unless you mean it, and for all we knew, this whole thing with Harry was causing such turmoil in her life.
Harry: They were telling me I had to make things right with her. That she was out of her mind because of me.
SP: I had no business in whatever this whole situation was, okay? I wanted to focus on music and my own life. But when she slapped him… the look on her face, man, she was heartbroken. From the few times I’ve spoken to her, she seemed really carefree and like nothing could touch her, y’know? But this did and it was Harry’s fault. He had to make it right.
Opal: When Giulia and I talked about California, she gave me the number to her brother’s place because she said she usually stays with him whenever she visits home. I told Harry to call and call again if she’s not there and keep calling until she answers the damn phone.
Harry: I did. Her brother, Connor, answered.
Connor: I was very, very tempted to not leave the note that Harry called.
Harry: I was in the middle of writing some terrible song I forget the name of when Mitch told me Giulia was on the phone. When I answered, immediately, she sounded different than the girl that showed up on the doorstep, slapping me across the face.
She said, “Hi, Harry, you left a message?”
Giulia: He said, “I’m sorry, I really am,” and I knew he meant it.
Opal: I heard him ask if she wanted to come over while we try and write some new songs. An hour later she was at our door again.
Giulia helped write some of the lyrics for ‘Kiwi’ actually.
Harry: I think we actually got work done when she was there. She radiated determination, so much so that we had about half of the next album planned.
Giulia: Watching them in their atmosphere and getting to see the behind the scenes of their incredible songs was mesmerizing. In that moment, I wished I knew what it felt like to create something so personal, like a song about the person you love or the things you experience as you grow and continue to move day-to-day.
It was around one in the morning when I decided I should leave. I could’ve stayed there all night watching them, but I had to get up early the next day for early scenes in Cecilia.
Harry: I walked her to the door, thanking her for coming and for not hating me. She laughed at that, saying, “I don’t think I could ever hate you.”
Giulia: Harry walked me to the door and apologized again because he knew no one was listening in on our conversation. From the door, I could see Opal turned towards the rest of the band but I could tell her attention was on us. Because no one was actually looking our way, I pressed a small kiss to Harry’s cheek.
Harry: Her lips touched the corner of my mouth. From that alone, I knew she was never actually mad at me. And that’s why I never regretted what I did, even to this day.
Anna: Giulia called me the next day saying things were getting back to normal again. Harry apologized, she and Levi were on better terms, and Cecilia was going well.
By the end of 1973, The Dreamers were deep into their next big adventure: A sold out world tour. By the beginning of 1974, Giulia Stone was becoming the face of many different brands, including Yves Saint Laurent, Calvin Klein, and CoverGirl. Even Playboy wanted her for a cover. She was becoming the biggest name in Hollywood, surpassing that of even Levi Smith and Platinum.
Jessica: Turns out, the Harry incident actually turned into something quite bittersweet. Yeah, the initial reaction was sour, but a ton of different companies started lining up, begging her to be the face. If Giulia’s face was on an ad, odds were people were going to be invested in trying it out.
Giulia: I felt kind of burnt out after Cecilia so it was good that I had other job opportunities to keep me busy. I didn’t like sitting in one place for too long, but I didn’t want to jump into a new role just yet, so this was perfect.
Jessica: Her face was everywhere. Every billboard or poster you passed had that thick head of hair and those honey-colored eyes.
She was big. I couldn’t be prouder.
Giulia: I didn’t go back to New York for months. I saw Levi I believe twice for like, two days at a time because our schedules never aligned. [pauses] I think I started distancing myself from him without really realizing it. I didn’t think about that day, but subconsciously I must’ve because I had no desire to see him like a girlfriend usually would after not seeing her boyfriend in months. I think I was protecting myself yet I ignored all signs of officially leaving him.
Anna: Levi called me once - I guess he found my number in her apartment - and asked if I had heard from Giulia. I said I spoke to her a few days prior and he suddenly hung up on me. I thought that was very weird.
Giulia: I was in France to meet Yves Saint-Laurent when I found out The Dreamers had a show in Paris the next night. I begged Anna to get a flight over, even offered to pay. I hadn’t been around any familiar faces for a while, so I figured I might as well see everyone all at once.
Anna: I was in France by the next morning and I noticed that she didn’t invite Levi. I asked her, “Are you two okay?”
She shrugged her shoulders and said, “Yeah, but I didn’t want him here.”
I then told her about his strange phone call and that seemed to upset her.
Giulia: I can’t say I was girlfriend of the year, I’m perfectly aware I wasn’t, but I called Levi a lot. I know I didn’t really make an effort to physically see him, but I still called. He wasn’t on tour, so I knew where to reach him at all times because he was at our apartment. If I didn’t call, it would’ve been because I wasn’t near a phone, not that I just decided not to call.
When Anna and I got to the venue later that day, I decided to give him a call. Unfortunately, the only phone available was one in the band’s dressing room.
Harry: Giulia excused herself for a minute to use the phone and as soon as I heard her talking in a really low voice, I knew exactly who she was talking to.
Opal: When Giulia called Levi, Harry looked hurt. I think he expected that because she was with him and not her boyfriend, all of her attention and devotion would go to him, even just for the night. I believe he tried to cause drama, because he got real close to her and started talking louder, probably so Levi could hear him.
Niall: Harry hated that guy so much. He saw him as competition in every way; with the girl and the career. In regards to popularity, The Dreamers were maybe third compared to The Waves and Platinum. The heat was on.
Giulia: I knew what Harry was doing and I tried to get him to stop. I could hear it in Levi’s voice though that he heard Harry. His responses were short and clipped and by the end of the call he didn’t say “I love you” like he usually did.
Harry: When she hung up she turned around and hit me on the chest before shaking her head and walking away from me. I deserved it, I know. I didn’t deserve her, I know.
Opal: I asked her how Levi was and she said, “He’s in a bad mood, didn’t really want to talk.” She seemed a little broken.
Giulia: I knew it was time to go home, to try and fix things again. I had my needed space away but the distance was putting a stress over our heads - or just mine, at least.
Opal: She said she hadn’t seen him in like two months or something and that he was just probably upset about that.
Anna: Because I had no idea what was really going on with her and Levi, I got more and more worried about this whole situation with Harry. He was pursuing her and he was making it very, very obvious. And I think what made me worried was that it seemed like Giulia was accepting of it. She didn’t push him away like she did in the beginning.
Harry: At that show actually, my sister came to watch us. She didn’t keep up with any tabloid stuff or anything like that, so she didn’t really know anything about Giulia, like the fact that she was in a relationship.
So, at one point she had said to me, “I think she likes you. You should go for it.” Little did she know that I was really trying.
When the night ended and it was time to get on the bus for the next stop, Giulia’s departure had been the exact same as it had been back in California. She hugged everyone goodbye, and then when she got to me, she pressed those same lips to the corner of my mouth when no one was looking. Our dirty little secret.
‘One Step Closer’ was written on the ride from Paris to Milan.
Opal: I think seventy-five percent of our entire discography was inspired by Giulia Stone. Every day Harry would say he had a new idea, and it was new but it was obvious the topic wasn’t new.
Harry: If they’re good songs, why should I stop writing them?
Opal: I don’t think he should’ve stopped writing them, because obviously they worked out in the end. But a lot of who we were revolved around Giulia. How do we become independent when people only care about our or Harry’s association with her?
Giulia: That next day I went home to New York. As soon as I got to my apartment, I wanted to leave. He wasn’t home, so I just took my time unpacking and cleaning up things that were messy. Then I figured I should probably do some laundry. That’s how I found out he had been cheating on me.
I tried rationalizing at first but it was impossible. I hadn’t been home in months, why would my clothes be in the laundry? It kind of makes me sick thinking that whoever she was, was comfortable enough to use my washer and dryer. I didn’t want to know how many times he shared my bed with another woman.
It took everything in me to not get on a flight out and go somewhere, anywhere. But if he was going to be on my ass about cheating on him - when I wasn’t, then I deserved to do the same.
He got back later that night, I don’t know where he was. He was surprised to see me but the surprise quickly switched back to disdain. He said, “What, got sick of your English love affair and decided to come home to your actual boyfriend?”
So I said, “When is the girl gonna come by to pick up her clothes?” That shut him up. He actually looked sorry, [laughs] or maybe he was just a really good actor. In a very calm voice I said, “I have told you before, and this will be the last time I tell you, that I have never cheated on you. Yet, you want to be a hypocrite?”
I think the use of that word is what got him all worked up. He started getting angry, saying I was lying and that he wasn’t a hypocrite and blah, blah. I don’t think he liked the fact that I wasn’t fazed by his curses and insults. When he realized I wasn’t paying him any attention, he got closer and got right in my face. I could feel his spit hitting my cheeks. The physical abuse was rare, it was always more verbal. To him, my life was useless. Without him I was no one. No one would love me or understand me like he did. He was the best I would ever get. And I believed him. That was part of the reason why I never left and why I avoided a relationship with Harry. But then out of nowhere, he slapped me.
It stung like a bitch and tears were in my eyes from the impact. When one tear fell, he completely switched personalities again and used his thumb to brush it away. It was a cycle of anger followed by sorrow and I didn’t know how to escape.
That night we went to bed - or rather he did but I couldn’t sleep. Not while his arm was over my waist or his breath hitting the back of my neck. I remember crying as silently as I could so he wouldn’t wake up. I couldn’t… leave right away. I had to give it a few days before I avoided him again.
Anna: She called me and said she was going to California for a few days.
Connor: Giulia called me and said she was going to Europe for a few days.
Opal: Giulia Stone got hold of where we were staying and called me, asking if she could hang around for a few days.
I wondered if she was ever tired of flying on planes constantly.
Giulia: I started taking Adderall.
Opal: I saw a lot of people high on different shit all the time. I could tell she was hooked on something the moment I saw her again. Whatever was going on in her life had caused her to fall deeper into this hole that she tried her best to crawl out of.
Giulia: I kept lying to the people closest to me about my whereabouts for a while. I stayed with The Dreamers for a while. Wherever was left on their tour, I came with. I was thankful it was in Europe because there were a lot less paparazzi trailing me than if it had been in the states.
Anna: Connor and I had begun dating by this point. I wanted to tell her so badly, but I just never got the chance to because she never came home.
Connor: Anna was so worried Giulia was going to be mad that we kept this secret from her but it was her own fault because she only had two minute phone calls with us before she’d hang up.
She was so caught up in her own life that she didn’t even think to wonder how her family or true friends are doing. All she cared about was that band and her job.
Niall: Giulia stayed for the last… I don’t know, thirty shows. Almost three months.
SP: I’m almost positive Giulia and Harry were having an affair at that time. Who knows what went on with them after we all parted ways for the night.
Harry: Giulia never stayed in a room with me. She was with Opal every night.
Opal: One night, Giulia confessed she didn’t know what to do about Harry. She said, “I can’t keep pretending I don’t have feelings for him.”
I said, “You’re not pretending. Everyone knows you do.”
She laughed but then she started crying. She then said, “I’m in so much trouble.”
I asked her why but she didn’t give me a straight answer. I kind of figured because she was in this huge public relationship and openly liking another man isn’t exactly good for her image as this sweetheart.
Harry: When we were backstage in Berlin, Giulia was next to me on the couch and her hand was lightly touching my thigh. She looked like she was asleep but then I felt her touch the top of my thigh, right above my knee.
She said, “I adore you, Harry Styles, and I don’t know what to do.”
I asked her what that meant and she looked me in the eyes, and then my lips, and then back to my eyes before shaking her head and saying, “Nevermind.”
Giulia: I didn’t realize how long I had been with them. Time blurred together those months. I spoke to Anna maybe two or three times, my family the same. I don’t think I spoke to Jessica or Vince at all.
Vince: The thing about Hollywood is that if you’re not willing to put in the effort then no one is going to give a shit about you. She deserved a break, of course, but Giulia was behaving like she didn’t have a job to attend to. All of my calls were dodged and all of my offers were declined.
Acting isn’t a 9-to-5 job obviously and you can essentially make your own schedule, but I had other clients and Jessica had other things to handle so we can’t always be available for her when she’s ready. I gave her one final call and if she didn’t answer then that was going to be it for me.
Magically, she picked up.
Giulia: I happened to be home when Vince called me. I like to think that everything happens for a reason and this was one of those times. I didn’t like that apartment anymore so I tried to avoid it at all costs but I knew I had to make an appearance so Levi knew I was okay and to call anyone that had been looking for me.
I was hoping what he had to offer was away somewhere so I could get on a plane and have an excuse for not staying in New York but the part he told me about was on Broadway. I could tell he wasn’t happy with me so I knew I couldn’t ask for anything else: It was this or nothing.
So I had to stay home for work. I was not happy but after all this time abroad, deep down I knew it was nice to be back in my own bed.
Vince: The play was called ‘California’ and it was going to be her first professional performance in front of an audience. I thought it would be perfect for her, something that could ground her into her work again and get her mind off of whatever else was going on.
Giulia: The audition process was rough. There were a lot of amazing actresses vying for that lead role… yet somehow I prevailed. Theatre performance is different from film and I’d never done a play before so I was sure I was going to be denied because of my lack of experience.
Jessica: After she got the part, I could tell that this project meant a lot to her. She was rehearsing a lot and she was so excited to get to the opening weekend. It was nice knowing she was finally home.
Giulia: Things were going smoothly. Levi and I didn’t fight at all. Everything sort of felt like how it did when we first met. I was trying to hold back on the drugs and I didn’t touch alcohol for… two months, I think.
Friday, November 15th, ‘California’ had garnered $10,000 its opening weekend in the Vivian Beaumont Theatre on Broadway. Giulia was highly praised for her role by critics, all of which hoped for more live performance in her future.
The Dreamers just released their lead single, ‘Adore You’ for their second studio album ‘Lover’s Lane’. It debuted at number two on the Billboard Hot 100.
Niall: The end of 1974 we were in a really good place with our music and as a band as a whole. We just couldn’t get that number one spot though.
Harry: The Waves were still technically the number one band in the world. Everything they released was getting a lot of hype and despite how good ‘Adore You’ was, we were always one step behind them.
Ned: Gordy and I got to talking, wondering what we could do to have them surpass the Waves. Then Giulia’s manager gave me a ring, saying she’d invited the band to the opening night of her new play.
Vince: I was beyond elated that people were finally opening their eyes to her talent. I can only imagine the timing of this appraisal was highly needed for, what with everything going on in her personal life.
Giulia: I was so nervous opening night. I had invited practically everyone I knew because I felt like it was going to be an empty theatre. Turns out, it was a full house. Each night was sold out.
My family was there for me, Anna, and of course I invited Levi. I also invited The Dreamers. I couldn’t not invite them, they were some of my best friends and I wanted them there. I didn’t expect them to show up though because the band just released ‘Lover’s Lane’ and they were busy with their own things but they still came.
Niall: Ned thought we should go. If Giulia was constantly showing her face around us, then it’s right that we do the same for her. Artists supporting other artists type of deal.
It was a really good play.
Harry: Seeing a movie is one thing, but coming to see her perform live in front of this big audience is different. I think of it just like when we perform music live. Seeing an act in person feels more raw than through a screen or through the radio.
Anna: I was really proud of Giulia. To see her perform like that was… words can’t describe how I felt watching her. I can’t imagine how proud of herself she was.
Giulia: I didn’t know who was there until after it was all over. They all had met me backstage and I was running on adrenaline and my mom was the first person I saw. She was fresh out of tears and she had the biggest smile on her face and she came over and gave me the tightest hug. I can remember the feel of it even to this day.
Then I was swarmed by a bunch of people and I was so fucking happy. Like a kid on Christmas day. That’s when I noticed Harry, Opal, Niall, SP, and Mitch. It was unbelievable seeing them, you know. They were on a tight schedule and still came to see me… I could’ve cried.
Opal: It was a beautiful story and she did such a great job. To me, seeing that and then seeing her joy afterwards from how good it was, was worth the hassle of work. We could afford to take a day off for our friend.
Giulia: Harry offered to pay for dinner for everyone. My parents already had made a reservation at the Rainbow Room as a little celebratory dinner and they refused but he insisted. It was funny watching the back and forth all night, by the time we had all finished -- and it was such a lovely night -- and my dad had asked for the check, our waitress had come over and said everything was already paid for.
Harry had gotten up to go to the bathroom at one point, or so he said, but he actually paid the bill. The look on my dad’s face was priceless and Harry was a smug little shit. Everyone was cracking up even my mom who had been on my dad’s side.
Connor: She was so happy that entire night, she didn’t even realize Levi hadn’t shown up.
Giulia: On the subway was when I noticed. My boyfriend wasn’t there and I didn’t even realize until the ride to the restaurant, and even then it didn’t really click in my mind. It makes sense why I was so happy that entire day. And I… I thought about being sad. One of the biggest moments in my career and he wasn’t there to witness it and overall that should’ve made me sad.
But it didn’t.
Connor: I like to say there was a shift that night between them. They were so blatantly in love with one another and it was so obvious to everyone but them. It was comical honestly.
Opal: By the end of the night they went into their own little world again, talking to each other and not really paying attention to anything else. I feel like we had to shout, “Just kiss already!” The tension and admiration between the two was just ridiculous.
We were staying at the Baccarat, which was the complete opposite direction of Giulia’s apartment but she wanted to walk us there anyway claiming we could “get lost”. It was only a few streets away from the restaurant so I don’t think we could’ve gotten lost if we tried [laughs].
Harry: We were sort of trailing behind, not really saying anything just walking next to each other. It was crazy that we were walking out in the open, because New York is obviously very busy and anyone could see us and I wouldn’t usually have done that… but it was kind of like who we are didn’t matter in those few minutes.
Giulia: Of course the paparazzi had got us. If I were by myself I probably could’ve avoided them, but being with Harry puts this target on your back so-to-speak, because the media just absolutely loves him, and they absolutely love rumors of us dating. Their hotel was literally three blocks away so getting a car just seemed useless to me.
Do I regret it? Yeah. But would I go back and change it? No.
As soon as I heard the clicks of the camera my mind went into panic mode because Levi was going to see these photos. He was going to know that instead of being at home with him, I was out with Harry. It was bullshit because he didn’t even come to see me, but everything was about him and his feelings were the only ones that mattered.
Harry: When we had gotten to the hotel Giulia and I had stayed back in the lobby for a couple of minutes while the rest of the band went up to their rooms. I remember her looking around and her mood had sort of progressively got sadder, and it was obvious in her eyes. That’s one thing about her, no matter how she says she feels, her eyes give her away
I had asked her, “Are you okay?”
I could tell she wanted to lie by the way she didn’t answer me right away but I think she realized that was kind of pointless. I’m not saying she was easy to read -- I mean clearly not since she kept this huge secret -- but I could just tell something was wrong.
She said, “He didn’t show up,” and this look of defeat had washed over her.
Giulia: I was mad, frustrated, pissed, sad, every emotion possible balled up into one person. Here was a guy in front of me who wasn’t supposed to be in the country, and he made the effort to support me. He’s not my boyfriend, he’s just a friend who has other obligations in his life.
Now, Levi had important things to do too. He was rehearsing for a new tour and all of that but he had told me he would be there. And the role of a boyfriend is to be there for your girlfriend, so he had no excuse. He just didn’t show up.
Harry: She had left it at that and thanked me for coming, thanked me for bringing my family, hugged me and that was it. The hug felt more like her holding onto me though, if that makes sense. Like she was scared to let go because as soon as she did, that would mean she had to go back to him.
When she pulled away she didn’t completely let go of me. Her hands were on my shoulders and we were looking at each other and it felt very… intimate. Like we were the only ones around.
I wanted to kiss her. Badly. It was a perfect moment. But I couldn’t.
Giulia: I wish he kissed me. I couldn’t be the one to initiate it, because morally that felt worse than if he did. But I wish he did. It would’ve made the pain worth it.
On the subway I cried. It was really starting to hit me that Levi wasn’t the same person anymore. I thought he loved me and cared about me, but I was wrong. Despite the abuse I thought deep down he was the same man I had fallen in love with. And I cried because I was blaming myself. I put all the blame on me because if I were a better girlfriend maybe he would be a better boyfriend.
When I finally made it home I didn’t want to go in. I could hear the TV on through the front door. That scared me. He was waiting up for me.
I walked inside and this rush of déjà vu hit me, because this felt exactly like the first time. He was watching the news I think and I could see a bottle of beer in his lap. I didn’t bother greeting him because I figured maybe if I don’t say anything, he’ll just let me go. I wasn’t that lucky.
I tried to avoid him, but before I could get away he got up from the couch, beer bottle in his hand and he looked so fucking mad.
Then he started with, “You just don’t learn, do you?”
“I thought I told you to stay away from him, but you can’t keep your legs closed long enough, can you?”
“Do you think he’ll love you like I do? What, you think he won’t leave you the moment a better girl comes his way?”
“You’re damaged goods. No one is going to want to deal with your problems. No one wants a broken girlfriend. You’re mine and you need to get that through your head.”
To this day, I don’t know how he knew where I was or who I was with because the media didn’t spread that quickly back then. Those new pictures would’ve been out the next day. My guess is he was spying on me and maybe he had been this whole time, I’m not sure.
Levi threw the beer bottle at the wall behind me. He came stomping over and his rants became louder and louder until he was screaming in my face. But I couldn’t stay silent anymore. I was scared, but I was also mad. I screamed louder, telling him to go fuck himself or whatever girl he had in our bed the other night.
He went silent for a moment but that was the build up. Because then he punched me across the face. Full force. Knocked me so good that I fell and hit the corner of the little table we had by the front door. It cut into my jaw and I needed stitches, that’s why I have this scar. I was actually a couple inches from puncturing my carotid.
The happiest night of my life and it was ruined just like that.
Riding the high of their new studio album, ‘Lover’s Lane’, which debuted at number one, The Dreamers had gone home for a small break before the announcement of their second world tour.
Harry: It was nice being home again for a couple of months. After going to New York, there were only a few more things to do for work and then we went back to London. It felt good to be back in my own bed.
It was a couple days past the new year and I was being really lazy. The kind of laziness where I hardly got changed out of pajamas for a couple of days. I didn’t even talk to anyone for a few days, just really kept to myself.
Then, one night I get a knock on my door. It was just past six or seven, and I wasn’t expecting anyone, but then I looked through the peephole and saw it was her. Giulia Stone was at my door wearing a hat, sunglasses, a big scarf, and a huge winter jacket. It’s nighttime, why is she wearing sunglasses?
I opened the door and that’s when I saw a suitcase.
Giulia: I felt awful for just showing up like that, but I had no other option. He threw a couple of parties so overtime I remembered how to get to his place.
Harry: I noticed she had a cut lip and this scar on her face that wasn’t there the last time I had seen her. What the hell had happened to her? I didn’t even question why she was there because the marks on her face were evidence enough. I asked her, “Is everything okay?”
She took off her glasses and that’s when I saw her black eye. I could’ve guessed maybe she got into a fight with someone, but Giulia doesn’t get in random… bar fights or anything like that. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but what else could cause that?
Giulia: I asked him if I could stay over for a couple of days until I leave for my next movie, Midnight. I had to get out of New York and I didn’t have a place anywhere else or anyone else to go to. He was my only choice.
Anna was still living in New York but he would’ve found me if I went there. I couldn’t go home to my family looking like this. I truly didn’t know what to do.
Harry: I agreed of course. I let her in and she took off her jacket and shoes and then her scarf. That’s when I saw the marks on her neck. Those ones weren’t that bad, but obviously his fingers had gripped her neck hard enough to leave them. I felt sick looking at her, genuinely.
Giulia: The ones on my neck were from sex the week prior. I didn’t want his hand on my throat at all but that only egged him on to push harder. I’m all for a little fun but that wasn’t fun. That was torture.
My eye was because of a punch, and the lip was because of a backhand. He was wearing a ring.
Harry: I didn’t want to ask because it seemed like she wasn’t ready to talk about it and I wanted to respect that. Before I even thought about asking, she said, “Could I take a shower before I explain?”
Giulia: I wanted to scrub off any trace of him as best I could. Unfortunately, that didn’t include my mental state. I was such a mess and I didn’t know how to cope.
After the first punch, I knew it was time to end things, I just didn’t know how. A relationship like this with an abusive partner isn’t something you can just end. There is no I don’t love you anymore, we can’t be together. There’s manipulation involved and even after that punch, I still blamed everything on myself, because that’s what he made me believe. I was scared to leave him because I was afraid he was going to do worse damage. It was this cycle of fear which resulted in me staying with him for longer, and then that caused more pain and more fear and so-on and so-forth.
People are quick to say, y’know, why didn’t you just leave? When you’re in it, it’s different from being on the outside. It’s so different.
Harry: I made her some tea, and set up the pull-out couch I had because I didn’t have a second bedroom in this place anymore. I never moved after we started getting money, so the second room was converted into my own little home studio. After that night though, I realized I should probably start looking for a bigger place. She deserved to sleep in a comfortable bed but she ended up taking the couch because she’s just that stubborn.
Giulia: His bed is his bed. I’d be okay on a couch.
Harry: She looked cleaner, but her black eye was so prominent, and she looked so -- unironically -- beaten down. As much as I could care for her physically, there was no helping her mentally and I felt useless. I mean, there was nothing I could do, but it was awful seeing her like this.
Giulia: After that first punch and after I went to the hospital to get stitches I told Levi, “I don’t think we work anymore.” He gave me this whole spiel about how he didn’t mean it and all of this other crap and he would make it up to me for the rest of his life. I didn’t want that though but in fear of being hurt again I just accepted what he had to say.
Come New Year’s Eve that year, we had gone to a party with his friends. I didn’t like his friends very much because I knew they didn’t like me. I didn’t want to be there but if I wanted at all to be a normal relationship then we needed to spend time together.
Long story short, the time for the ball drop came around and I didn’t know where Levi had gone. Twenty seconds before the new year he joined the rest of the crowd with a girl trailing right behind him - and then when it was officially the new year, he kissed her. Not me, his girlfriend.
That night I told him I was done and I wanted him out of my apartment. That’s how I got the black eye and the cut lip.
If he wasn’t going to leave then I was. He passed out not long after so I packed as much shit as I could then I went to a hotel for a few nights. I didn’t immediately run to Harry but being in the same city, state, country as Levi was giving me a lot of anxiety so I had to get out of there.
Harry: I was the first person she told about Levi. Not her family, not her best friend she’s known all her life. Me.
Giulia: I knew he wouldn’t have picked Levi’s side. Obviously now I know my family would’ve been on my side, but back then I didn’t. Harry was my safest choice. I mean, Harry knew Levi couldn’t stand him, so this only gave him more reason to hate him, if I’m honest. And I needed someone else on my side.
Harry: Now, I’m not a violent person. I preach to treat people with kindness. But when she told me, I wanted to hurt him. Definitely I did. If you’re so malicious that you’re willing to punch, beat, and assault your girlfriend, then I have no kindness reserved for you.
If I saw him today, I’d give him his own scar. No doubt in my mind.
The first night, I had gotten up at around two in the morning and I could hear the TV still on in the living room. I got up to check if she was sleeping and once I opened the door to my bedroom I could hear her. She was crying. And when I walked a little further out into the hall, I could see her hugging her knees and her body just… shaking.
I don’t like thinking about the night at all. She was wearing this tank top so I could see more scratches and fingerprints on her shoulders and back. I think I felt my heart literally break at the sight.
Giulia: I’m not sure I remember where the other marks came from. I sort of blacked out during those last couple of weeks with Levi. Honestly, showing up on Harry’s doorstep is the first thing I remember from that era. I don’t remember performing on Broadway, Christmas, or even getting on the plane and flying to London. I don’t remember crying on his couch that night either. I don’t remember a lot, and that’s a little concerning.
Harry: Giulia hardly cries in front of anyone, so I knew I wasn’t meant to witness that. It felt wrong leaving her alone but I knew she would close up if she saw me standing there.
After that first day though we didn’t really talk about him or what was going on through her mind. If she wanted to, I would listen, but I wasn’t going to force her into it. I was there to take her mind off of it.
Those two weeks were the most I’ve ever played scrabble.
Giulia: I appreciated him so much. He had some family things that he went to and he offered me to join him, but my eye still wasn’t fully healed and I’m not the best with makeup so I declined but he always made sure to ask. He wanted to watch some of my favorite movies with me, and even bought me my favorite candy to eat while watching.
I never want to play scrabble ever again though.
Gemma Styles: I called Harry at one point during those couple of weeks, and I could’ve sworn I heard her in the background. He claimed it was the TV, and I guess he could’ve been watching one of her movies, but what are the odds of that?
Giulia: I was in trouble though. I had repressed my feelings for him because I was so deeply invested in Levi and now… they were coming to the surface. Harry and Levi were total opposites in every single way possible. This wasn’t good, because I couldn’t hop into a new relationship after just fleeing from one. But, fuck did I want to.
Harry: If I could change that last night I would. A couple of weeks had passed by this point and her black eye had nearly gone and she just seemed to be in a better mood than when she first showed up. It was good to see her with a smile on her face again -- a genuine one at that.
My birthday was in a few days and a couple of friends wanted to go out and I asked if she wanted to join and to my surprise, she said yes.
Giulia: He was turning twenty-five. I wanted to celebrate it with him since I wasn’t going to be there for his actual birthday.
He was so happy and it was nice to see him in a dynamic that wasn’t work related. It felt like I was part of his life, being around his friends from home and in one of his favorite bars. I was fucked and I knew it, especially because his friends kept making jokes about us.
Harry: We got back to mine around one in the morning and we were both mildly plastered. I remember trying to take off my boots and falling backwards onto the couch. She laughed at me and then helped me take them off, while still laughing.
Giulia: He was a bit more gone than I was, but I still wasn’t in the right headspace. Nothing should’ve happened, nothing was supposed to happen. I could’ve stopped him from getting up and getting close to me. I should’ve told him to stop looking at me and should’ve stopped him from saying, “I really want to kiss you right now.”
And I should’ve never said, “Me too.”
Harry: I’m happy she did. I think it needed to happen when it did. Who’s to say we would be here now if it didn’t happen?
Giulia: His hands were on my face and at one point I could feel his thumb graze over my scar and it was… Feeling his gentle touch on my face, that’s been marked by violence… How could I not have kissed him? He’s perfect.
It couldn’t go any further though. It was a simple kiss and that’s all it could be.
Harry: When I woke up the next morning she was gone.
Giulia: I cut my London trip short by two days. It was a really hard decision, but I was in no place to give Harry an idea of something that couldn’t happen. I needed to be alone and I couldn’t stay anymore. I left him a note thanking him for being so kind to me and that I would call him soon, but we both knew that was a lie.
Harry: I didn’t deserve that. We’re both adults, it could’ve been resolved if we had talked but she just left.
Jessica: Giulia had called me sometime early February and asked if her schedule was busy this year. From what I had lined up so far, it was decently busy but pretty spaced out. She told me, “Fill in any gaps. I don’t care what it is, just keep me busy.” She didn’t want to be home again.
Anna: We missed her. I wanted my best friend home. When I finally told her the news about Connor and I, she was so genuinely happy for us. It didn’t take long for us to get engaged and when it happened [pauses] I wanted to tell her so badly but I didn’t know where she was.
Niall: When we got back to doing some promo for ‘Lover’s Lane’, I was talking to Harry and asked him how his birthday went and everything and he had mentioned Giulia was there. Then, y’know I asked about her because it had been a while since I'd seen her and they’re close and whatnot and the look on his face… it was obvious something had happened between them.
Opal: We were all curious, as humans are, but he didn’t budge. He had nothing bad to say, but he didn’t have anything good either. I think we all thought that was the end of them.
Harry: She never called like she said she would. I wouldn’t say I was waiting around for my phone to ring but I really wanted her to call me.
I thought I did something wrong.
Niall: Giulia had come around so often, that it was weird not having her there.
Anna: By this point, I moved back to California and in with Connor. It was about mid-April when Giulia showed her face again. I was mad because I didn’t deserve this sort of treatment from my best friend but when I saw her I knew something was wrong. Though she didn’t want to talk about her at first. She saw my ring and just for a little while, the Giulia I used to know was in front of me again. Happy, smiling, laughing.
Giulia: I eventually told her Levi and I separated
Anna: No details included about why. She also talked about how she felt like a whore for wanting to be with Harry right after.
There’s no shame in losing feelings for someone and then falling for someone else. There’s no set time of grievance when dealing with a breakup, there’s just life. If she wanted to be with Harry, then that was it. But it wasn’t as simple.
Giulia: I was pregnant. I was going to call Harry after my talk with Anna, I was but I had a lot going on. I didn’t know how to be a mother and I knew I wasn’t in the right place to learn how to be one. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t go through with an abortion yet there was going to be no way I could give my baby up for adoption or raise it myself.
I knew I would’ve had support from Anna and my family but I was young… I could hardly take care of myself. [long pause] Eventually all of my questions had been answered.
Losing a baby at seventeen weeks is rare… but if anything rare is going to happen it’s going to happen to me because that’s my luck whether it be good or bad.
I have a feeling it was a boy. [pauses] I really liked the name August.
Anna: I don’t think anyone could’ve prepared for that horrible night. I just remember hearing her cry and scream. We had called 911 and I just held her in my arms as she cried. Over and over again she mumbled, “I can’t lose my baby.”
Sorry… I’m getting really emotional even thinking about it.
Giulia: I needed help badly. I needed serious help because after I lost my baby… I genuinely felt so empty on the inside. What kind of world do I live in where not even my own blood and DNA wants to be with me? What did I do to deserve all of this?
Jessica: Everything she told me to schedule for her, she cancelled. She said, “I’m not in the right place of mind to work right now. I’m sorry for the inconvenience but I’ll call you when I’m feeling better.” That was the last I’d heard from her for a while. I had no idea what was going on with her.
Harry: It was June by the time she called. I had half the mind to ignore her and make her wait around.
Giulia: I apologized as soon as I heard him answer.
Harry: She asked if we could talk in person. I had time, but I told her I was too busy. I was pissed off and I needed time to get my head straight.
Giulia: I completely understood where he was coming from. Listen, I know I pulled a super shitty move by leaving him without any sort of goodbye after our kiss, and I know it was also super shitty of me to expect him to want to see me after that but I wanted my friend back. I needed a reason to forget all of the horrible things I’ve endured.
News also got around that Levi was with someone new. It was great seeing him move on so easily while I was over here slowly losing my goddamn mind. I don’t pray but I did for her. I didn’t want someone else to go through this pain.
Harry: When I called her back and told her when I’d be available, she agreed immediately. I was already in California so we met up in Malibu at a cafe.
Giulia: I kept Anna’s words at the back of my mind about not feeling guilty for moving on from Levi, especially since he did. But I didn’t know who I was anymore and it didn’t feel right to lay all of this baggage on Harry.
Harry: When she told me of… her miscarriage, I knew the whole topic of our first kiss was the very last thing on her mind.
Giulia: The months away from Harry all I could think about was that kiss and how it made me feel. It was the last time I was happy and I wished I could do anything to get back to that night and not mess it up like I did.
Harry: She told me she felt very deeply for me but she needed to work on herself first before getting into a new relationship. I knew where she was coming from but I wanted to be beside her and help her get through all of this; I didn’t want her to push me away for good.
Giulia: I told him the truth. That I wasn’t in the right mindset to be in another relationship just yet, and that what we had going on was pushing me to the edge of insanity. I wanted to be with him, it just wasn’t the right time. I needed to get help first before I unloaded all of my baggage onto him. Granted, I already did that, and that wasn’t right of me. I needed to seek out professional help.
I also told him I love him.
Harry: She said, “I love you, and that’s why I can’t be with you right now. You don’t deserve someone as broken as me. You deserve more and I’m sorry that can’t be me.”
I love you.
Fuck that, I loved her too. And if I wanted to be with her then that was my choice. But she didn’t let me make that decision and instead made it for the both of us. And y’know, there’s that saying that if you love something you have to let it go: but it’s bullshit. If you love someone, don’t push them away, that’s the worst thing you can do.
Giulia: I kissed him goodbye, and then that was it. I’m pretty sure this inspired the song ‘Love You Goodbye’.
Anna: I drove her to rehab soon after that conversation with Harry. It seems like he and what he means to her is what pushed her to get clean. She wanted to do better because of him.
Dr. Katerina Baros (therapist): Giulia had a long list of trauma to unpack. She never fully recovered from her car accident, mentally, and this would prove to be the stimulant that unfolded everything else.
The pressure of the limelight and being named the Princess of Hollywood followed by an overworked schedule is enough to bear weight on someone’s shoulders. Add that to her relationship with Levi Smith and her mixed feelings for Harry Styles, she had a lot going on. She felt like she didn’t deserve anything good anymore because bad things continued to happen no matter what.
I remember telling her that bad things are only bad if you hold them in a negative light. But if you hold these events accountable for what they did to you and if you confront them, you can start to view them as something that shaped you into who you are now. For example, a breakup most times is bad and it hurts to think about; but once you confront that pain you can start to say, “Hey, I’m better off without you and I’m glad we’re not together anymore.” It’s all about perspective and what you choose to do with it.
Giulia: I left rehab on October 15th, 1975 and since then I’ve never felt more grateful to be alive.
Dr. Baros: We continued to see each other once a week after she left. It took a while to build up that self-worth and self-appreciation again but in the end we got there.
Anna: She became really involved with the planning of Connor and I’s wedding. Because of her, we were able to push the date up to December that year instead of summer the next. She even offered to pay for everything, which we continued to deny each time [laughs] she was very persistent. I did have one small request though.
Niall: It was a little strange playing to a small crowd again. It was also really wholesome. It reminded us of where exactly we had come from, y’know. Plus, free booze is always a bonus.
Giulia: It was really nice seeing everyone again for the first time in over a year.
Opal: It felt like I was meeting someone entirely new. She was the reincarnation of Giulia Stone.
Harry: She wasn’t the same woman I saw six months prior. She was glowing again and her big eyes were full of life. It was impossible to get her off the dance floor.
Connor: After rehab, Giulia sold the apartment in New York and moved back to California. That old, bad feeling I had after her move over to the east coast went away. My sister was finally back.
Harry: As maid of honor, and as part of the band, we didn’t really have any time to be alone. Though, I did catch glances from her when I was on the stage; little sultry looks that hooked me back to her. We played ‘Adore You’ per request, and the whole time I was looking at her. When the final “Just let me adore you / like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do” came, she smiled up at me and mouthed, “Okay.”
Giulia: My feelings after all this time seemed to only grow stronger as we came back into each other’s lives. I was in love with him and I was in love with being happy.
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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.
Warning: 18+, smut, daddy kink, praise kink, age gap (older male/younger female), slow burn, angst, childhood trauma regarding domestic violence (non-sexual)
alternatively, read on AO3 or wattpad
Part 11 (updated Oct 25)
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