Summary: An endless search for a remedy comes to a halt when Harry realizes he’s been tied to it, to her, all along.
Pairing: Harry Styles x Musician gf
WC: 475
Warnings: If you're NOT a fan of romanticrry, this is not the post for you ;)
A/N: Can you tell I’m a sucker for fluff? Here’s a little ‘thank you’ for the love you’ve given over my previous post <3 This is a really short one but still, enjoy!
You were there all along, hidden in plain sight. At award shows, at after parties, even at our mutual friend’s wedding ceremony. Sometimes I wonder, what took us so long, then? For years you were always just a friend of a friend, an artist under the same record label, and now you have your own mugs in my kitchen cabinet and a side on my bed that will always smell of you.
Whenever I get lost in my thoughts like this though, as if by instinct, a connection only you and I are tied to, a brush of your fingers through the curly strands of my hair always wipes the questions away. As I lay here, sulking in your gentle yawning and the scent of your shampoo, there wouldn't have been a more perfect time than now. Not seven years ago when you were getting out of a toxic relationship, and I from a boy group I’ve been in for years to pursue my own endeavours.
We were meant to cross paths, eventually. At the perfect place, and at the perfect time.
I was scheduled for a meeting the very night of your opening show. I ran into my good friend, your manager at the time, who was on his way to support you. At that very moment, I received a call that our meeting was postponed. He invited me to join him instead, and so I did. With no intentions of coincidentally meeting my twin flame that same evening.
Ever since then, it’s been you.
As if tied to an invisible string, distance from you started feeling like hell. Like being pulled by rip currents, away from the safety of the shore.
I started to fear that every song I'll ever write from that day onward would be about you. And how you snorted a laugh when my voice pathetically cracked the moment I introduced myself to you, your hands that fit perfectly in mine as you shook it, and that voice, the one that grew a bed of flowers over the barricades that disabled me from running directly to you, the same one that now hums me lullabies.
You are the cure to my sleepless nights, the remedy for my mundane days, and extra lonely drives. I, a hopeless romantic, an artist, the product of loving and losing, has fallen deeply in love with you in a way that only words can explain, and only lyrics can describe.
I’ve written about finding no antidotes for curses, been convinced that loving someone else in the past was the cure, and thought another person had it all along. But it was you. Not a pill I could swallow, an action I could do, or something someone could possess. All along I was tied to the one I’ve spent lifetimes searching for.
A/N: Hope you guys caught all the references I snuck in here. If you did, feel free to comment them below! I appreciate the support and feedback for my first work <3 More to come! (possibly a new fic??) As always, thank you for reading!
The sun was just beginning to set over the back patio, the California coast showing off a beautiful scene of pink and orange. Content with where you were, you could help but stand and stare at the view before you.
As you smiled to yourself, soft notes of Bill Evans’ Peace Piece fell softly outside, no doubt coming from Harry who’d taken out several hours of his evening already to dedicate to practicing.
You drifted inside and into the studio, following the melody.
“Sound wonderful, H” you hummed, wrapping you arms gently around his shoulders and leaving a kiss on his cheek.
“Play with me,” he said, reaching a hand to hold you.
“Oh, god, no. Haven’t played since forever, i’m no good, really”
“I’ll teach ya”
Caving, you took the seat on the bench, next to him.
“Now,” he started, “these are the keys”
“Harry” you groaned.
“Oh, you’re intermidiate, okay. Got it.”
Rolling your eyes, you lay your hand on the expansive instrument.
“Tell me what to do,” you spoke.
You leaned lightly into his frame, allowing his hands to cover yours.
“Well, start with your pinky on that key there,” he said, putting pressure on the little finger, sending a note out, “okay, now try these two.”
Guiding you once more, now with more fingers, a tiny melody - a broken down version of what he was playing before - came out gently from the piano.
“Now do that, but without me.”
He removed his hand, leaving you to repeat the melody rather perfectly for a first try. You smiled to yourself as you got it right.
“Now, you’re sure you haven’t played? ‘Cause I think you might have me beat if you keep that up,” he joked, earning a laugh from you.
“Think I should learn guitar next, you know, round myself out,”
“Well, lucky for you, I can also do that. Y’got an in-house teacher. Free of charge”
“How lucky am I?”
“The luckiest,” he said sweetly, leaving a light kiss on your lips.