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watchmegetobsessed · a day ago
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A/N: some more nan and harry content 😊
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SUMMARY: Harry is finally playing in London and you surprise him by bringing Nan to the concert.
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Harry is finally playing in London. He’s been on the road for a while and though you’ve visited him a few times in different countries, it’s more comfortable to just drive over to the venue and have him come home with you at the end of the night instead of crashing at another hotel room.
You’re only working a half day and gonna meet Harry at the venue. What he doesn’t know is that you’re picking Nan up and she’ll be joining you at the show tonight, surprising Harry. She’s been so excited about going to a concert, she’s been preparing for weeks, bought a new blouse and went to the hair salon too to look her best. It’s adorable and you know Harry will be happy to be reunited with her after being away for so long.
When you’re finally done at work you head over to Nan’s place, your outfit for the night laid out on the backseat of the car. Waking inside with your outfit thrown over your shoulder, fingers holding the hanger, you’re instantly hit by the fresh smell of her famous cookies and you find her in the kitchen, packing them up into boxes, already dressed and ready to leave.
“Hey Nan!” you greet her and kiss her cheek walking up to her.
“Hey Sweetheart, we can leave in five! Just let me pack these cookies.”
“Are you bringing them?” you ask furrowing your eyebrows.
“Of course! I can’t go there with empty hands!” she replies, as if it was common sense, to go to a concert with a fresh batch of cookies.
“Alright,” you smile softly. “Let me change quickly and then we can leave.”
“Go on, Honey!” she chirps.
Not long later, your and Nan’s hands are holding boxes full of cookies stacked on top of each other as you leave the house. You load the goodies onto the backseats and then finally head over to the venue. Harry asked you to give him a call when you’re on your way, so you connect your phone to the Bluetooth, but turn to Nan before dialing Harry’s number.
“I have to call Harry, the car will put him on speaker, so you have to be quiet or else he’ll figure out you’re coming too.”
“Won’t say a word,” she smiles, pretending to zip her lips.
The line rings a few times before Harry answers the call, his voice filling the car.
“Hi Love, you just left work?”
“Yeah, I’m on my way now. Do you need anything?” you ask, your eyes focused on the road while Nan is sitting in silence.
“No, just you,” he answers and you can tell he is smiling.
“Alright. I’ll be there in about thirty.”
“You have your pass?”
“Of course,” you answer, but he doesn’t know that you actually have two. Jeff helped you out a bit and got you another one without Harry knowing.
“Okay, drive safe, see you soon!”
“Sure, love you!”
“Love you too,” he sings before ending the call.
Arriving to the venue you use the closed off parking lot and with the cookies in your hands you head inside. The guard lets you in as you show your pass and Nan does the same with so much excitement, it’s already worth it that you brought her. She’ll be talking about tonight for weeks for sure.
“Oh, hi ladies!” Jeff shows up out of nowhere and he takes the boxes from Nan right away. “You must be Nan, right? It’s so great to have you here, I’m Jeff,” he introduces himself to Nan who smiles at him cheerfully.
“Nice to meet you!”
“Harry is in his dressing room, let’s get you two to the green room and I’ll make him come too to see the surprise,” he winks at Nan and she laughs clapping her hands together happily.
There are a bunch of familiar faces as you reach the green room, you’ve met most of Harry’s team, but for Nan, everyone is new. It’s wholesome how everyone comes up to her and introduces themselves to her, calling her Nan in an instant and seemingly she loves how she just became the grandma of the whole team.
“I brought some cookies! It’s my secret recipe!” she announces as you help her unbox the baked goods and everyone gathers around the table in a moment, munching on Nan’s gift. Seeing all the satisfied faces she pokes her elbow into your ribs. “See, I knew they would love it!”
“Of course, Nan,” you grin at her.
Jeff disappears to get Harry and you hear his voice before he even enters the room. Walking in he is explaining something to his manager, then he sees you and a smile spreads across his face, but then he spots Nan standing next to you, in her cute outfit, her favorite purse hanging from her arms and she waves at him excitedly while Harry’s eyes widen.
“Oh my God! What a surprise!” he beams and rushing over he hugs Nan in an instant, while she just chuckles and pats him on the back.
“And I brought cookies!” she points at the boxes that are already halfway empty.
“Your famous secret recipe? You know that’s my favorite!” he gasps and snatches one for himself quickly before stepping over to you and kissing you. “You planned this?”
“Yeah, Nan has been missing you and she hasn’t seen you perform. Thought she might love to be here.”
“You’re staying for the show?” Harry asks turning to Nan.
“Of course! I didn’t dress up to leave before the party starts!”
“And I see you got your hair done too! Nan, I’m blown away!” Harry compliments her and she blushes at his words chuckling.
Harry introduces her to the band as well, she breaks Mitch’s shell right away, making him laugh and they become instant friends with Sarah as well. Harry even insists to take a picture with her when he is dressed in his concert outfit and it’s so adorable, you already know you’ll have it printed out and framed so Nan can have it on her dresser along with the millions of photos of her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
When the show is about to start Jeff leads you out to the secluded area where you can watch it and you get recognized right away by the fans around. You can tell Nan is blown away by the size of the venue and how many people are there to watch your boyfriend perform.
The lights go down and the concert starts and your Nan can’t stop gasping and cheering as Harry appears on the stage and plays song after song. She dances to her favorite ones, Golden and Late Night Talking and one of the fans even gives her a pair of heart shaped glasses she wears over her regular ones till the end of the show.
She is having the time of her life and keeps telling you how good of a singer Harry is. She even gets in the middle of attention for a bit when Harry points at her during Kiwi when she is dancing.
“Nan is the dancing queen tonight!” he shouts into the microphone and the fans scream and cheer for her as she just chuckles covering her mouth.
Sadly the show ends and you head back to the green room. Harry goes for a shower and you leave Nan with Jeff for a bit while you help Harry pack his things in his dressing room. When he’s done you return to the green room and find Nan in a circle of technician guys, all of them listening to her story of whatever adventure she had when she was younger, all of them enamored by her.
“There you are!” she beams spotting you and Harry. Walking up to your boyfriend she takes his face in her hands and kisses both his cheeks. “You were wonderful!”
“Thank you Nan,” he chuckles, curling an arm around her shoulders.
You chit-chat for a bit more before saying goodbye and heading home, dropping Nan off first. In the car she goes on and on about how great the show was and that she hasn’t had this much fun in so long. It’s late night by the time you get to her house and though she is still very chatty, you can tell she is gonna fall asleep right away.
“Thank you for coming, Nan,” Harry hugs her goodbye at the door.
“Of course! I’ll be at all of your London concerts now!” she smiles before she hugs you as well.
“Sleep well, Nan, I’ll drop by sometime next week,” you tell her, kissing her cheek.
“Sure, sure!” she nods and waves at you as the two of you get back to the car. When Harry drives away you see the front door close and the lights turn on inside.
The next day Harry posts the picture with Nan and his band to his Instagram with an adorable caption that makes her famous in an instant: Meet the special guest of last night, Nan!
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moonlightlunatic · a day ago
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SHE
warning : explicit content and language ahead ;^)
word count : 1,005 words.
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She lives in his head, in his daydreams, and after a wet dream with no idea who she is..Harry wonders if this fantasy of a girl is really out there.
Inspired by the song, She - Harry Styles
(This song playing while you read is recommended & also credits to the creator of this GIF)
♡ written by me, @moonlightlunatic ♡
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The curly strands of his hair matted down by the sweat that was building up from how intense he was dreaming, oddly complimented the sleepy state he was in. At times he'd whine and groan while asleep, laying on his stomach with his body sprawled out on his lonely bed, he'd shift around trying to get any sort of friction to relieve himself. The main reason for his discomfort was the erection he had down below his waist. For it was She who made it in his dreams again, and it was driving him absolutely mad. The constant feeling of need..of needing her.
So fucking needy he became for a girl that may or may not even exist. He'd picture a love he craved, a life he wished of having with the girl he painted so clearly in his head. It took up so much of his time..thinking about her; At home, during and before his shows, in flights writing in his journal traveling to some place he's toured before, I mean anywhere..anytime. It was always her. He knew it was unhealthy of him to spend so much time in his imagination but it gave him some sort of hope that She is somewhere out there, that he'll someday meet that perfect someone.
But for right now, he's stuck with this wet dream of her.
"Fucks sake man.." Harry says as he unwillingly wakes up, grumpy that he has to take care of his dick problem. He stretches over to his right to grab his phone from his nightstand to check the time. 3:45 a.m. His hand lets go of his phone realizing it's too fucking late to be playing with himself right now, he's got an interview at 8 a.m. and a show at 7:30 p.m. later today. Covering himself with his blanket, he pouts when he struggles to find a comfortable position to sleep in since his very hard dick was begging for attention. He rolls on his back in defeat, "you win..." he whispers looking up at the ceiling, slamming a fist down on mattress. Harry slides his hands down to the waistband of his boxers, and tugs them down enough to let his dick spring up.
He hums a little when the tip of his member touches the fabric of his blanket. With his right hand, he thumbs over the tip..it was oozing so much precum that some of it was dripping down his length. "Mmm.." Harry moans, he closes his eyes, now seeing her laying right next to him. His hands traveling down to where touch was needed the most. He rubbed his dick slowly, enjoying the thought of her naked on his bed. Her right hand travels down to her clit, rubbing slow figure 8's..it was hard for her to keep her legs open, she teased herself until she was wet enough to finger her tight little pussy. Huffing and puffing the air he heavily breathed in when his hand began moving faster up and down his dick. The seductive smile she was giving Harry as she played with herself was nearly enough to get him near the edge. "F-fuck." He moans to himself, biting his bottom lip so hard it was beginning to feel numb. She did it for awhile and during it all her eyes barely left his, only sometimes moving her attention to Harry jerking off his dick at such a fast pace. "Harry, I'm so close...mmm shit.." She moans out for him, her fingers sliding in and out of her so smoothly. Harry could see how wet she was for him, she ached for him as he did to her. "M-me too..." He stutters through all of the curse words and moans, his back arches signalling he's near his high. She's the one that comes undone first, one hand's on her clit doing work, the other still fucking in and out of her, she screams out the pleasure she's feeling from her orgasm. Her body's shaking, mouth's open wide but her eyes are closed shut.
"Shit...shit..shit!" Harry nearly screams, his throat left feeling scratchy..surely enough going to be sore tomorrow. His right arm and hand is cramping up and Harry's already arched his back as high as it could get. Mimicking her orgasm, his eyes closed even tighter and his body shook from the huge wave of ecstacy that hit him. His back lands back onto the mattress under him after his orgasm faded out, taking off his boxers he wipes off the cum on his stomach and thighs and throws it on the floor near him. Harry's frustration was still present; He was tired, he was sore, and the most worst of all he could not get that girl out of his head.
He turns on his left side and looks at the unoccupied space of his bed, but sadly feeling lonely wasn't anything new to him and it sure still hurts him as if it was the first time he's felt like this. Closing his eyes, he pictures her once more for the night, this time she's wearing one of his shirts, sleeping so snug..his heart warms in a sort of way that made his loneliness disappear temporarily. His free left hand reaches over to touch her but he's met with reality, when he opens his eyes and sees that all he's touching are the sheets of his bed. He deeply sighs, feeling so vulnerable that he lets this imaginary girl get the best of him. Harry's eyes shut when the exhaustion of his previous actions starts kicking in, with his erection gone, he can finally get the peaceful sleep he deserves..well if only his thoughts could let him. If only She could let him...
But let's just pray for Harry's sake that he gets some rest.
And oh..if only Harry knew that She does exist, that he lives in her imagination too
She is...
[Y/N].
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chericlo · a day ago
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bubble of bliss
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Synopsis: Frat boy Harry is at a party and Y/N's his love. 
It was Friday night. 
The music was blaring from the speakers from downstairs. Harry took a puff of his cigarette before tossing it out the window before walking out the door of his bedroom in the house he shared with four other students.
He made his way downstairs and through the crowds of people who were making out or dancing with one another. "Hi Harry," Louisa, a girl from his chemistry class, came over to him as he searched for someone he actually knew. She twirled a strand of her red hair with her finger as she chewed on a piece of gum.
"Hey Louisa." Harry mumbled, his eyes focused on the faces in his house. 
"So I was wondering if you could help me with my chemistry homework. I'm free any time next-" 
"That's really great Louisa, excuse me." He pushed past her, her mouth opening and closing as she stands in the same place with a bruised ego. 
Harry walked into the living room where the music was playing and found one of his housemates, Niall. He was talking to Louis and both of them had an arm around a different girl.
"Haz, thought you'd be in your room all night." Louis smirks, knowing Harry wasn't a fan of the frat parties they threw over the weekends. 
"Yeah well didn't want to miss out on anything." He mutters, lighting another cigarette and falling back on one of the couches opposite Louis and Niall. 
Harry's eyes look around in search for someone else. He had only decided on coming downstairs because he knew a certain someone would be showing up. 
After inhaling his cigarette, he stilled at the sound of familiar giggles flittering across the room. His head perked up and his eyes darted across the room, knowing just who they belonged to. 
Y/N was with her two friends Carys and Rachel. She was sipping on a virgin Pina colada as they people watched from the corner and made fun of all the people in the crowd. One minute she was giggling at her friends and their impressions and the next she was shielding herself away from a stranger trying to buy her a drink. 
"Leave her alone Issac." Carys rolled her eyes. 
Y/N shielded herself behind her friend and looked away from Issac's watchful eyes. "I just want to see if she wanted a drink." 
"She's already got one dumbass, now leave us alone." Rachel said, firmly. 
Issac smirked, "You know, I want to hear what the girl has to say." 
Y/N gulped and opened her mouth to speak but her eyes widened when someone grabbed onto Issac's shoulder. He spun round and everyone's eyes fell on Harry, "Is there a problem?" He asked, throwing his cigarette but in the bin.
Y/N smiled, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him, "Harry!" She grinned and ran into him.
"Hi baby," He whispered, inhaling the scent of her coconut shampoo. 
"My bad Styles, I didn't know she was yours." Issac's confidence had diminished when he realised exactly what he had done. 
Harry nudged Y/N behind him and stood tall in front of Issac, he was a few inches taller than him, "She's not a fucking object Issac."
"O-oh, I didn't mean it that way, Styles. Chill out." He forces a laugh, looking over at the girls and seeing the satisfied smiles on their faces. 
"Get your hands off m'girl or I'll treat you like a fucking object you bastard." Harry squares up to him but Issac flinches away. 
"Alright, alright! I'll leave them alone." Harry pushes Issac away and keeps his eyes on him as he walks away and hides in the crowd.
He turns to the two girls who he had grown all to familiar with due to his relationship, "Damn Harry, you even scared me." Carys laughed. 
He shook his head, biting back a smile and turns to his little love who was beaming up at him. "Harry!" She squealed and jumped into his arms. 
Harry inhaled the scent of her floral perfume and closed his eyes, feeling utter bliss as the entire party disappeared around him and all he could see was Y/N. "Aaand that's our queue to leave." Rachel laughed, the two friends walking away and enjoying the party for themselves.
"Baby, I thought you were going to wait for me to pick you up when you finished getting ready?" Harry cups her cheeks.
"I know but Carys and Rachel didn't want to wait." She sighs, "Thank you for saving me." 
"No need to thank me m'love, love you is all." He leans forward and kisses her like he hadn't kissed her in forever even though he had seen her just this morning on campus. 
He picks her up in his arms and holds her tightly, "Can we go sleep in your room? I left my pyjamas here remember? Pleeeaase." 
Harry laughs loudly, "Y' come say hello to Louis and Niall first and then I'll consider it." She pouts but Harry quickly kisses it away, "Be a good girl, they missed you."
She nods her head and stays in his arms as they walk back to the couch where Niall and Louis were no longer accompanied by the female companions. "Niall, am I seeing things or is that little miss Y/N?"
Y/N giggles and Harry lets her down from his grip, "Louis, I think you may be right." They both act overly dramatic which causes Harry to roll his eyes at their antics.
"Hi Louis," Y/N gives him a hug and then sits in between both him and Niall.
"Long time no see Y/N, think Harry was going a bit insane trying to find you earlier." Louis says. 
"Was not." Harry mumbled, even thought it was the truth. 
"Harry won't let me go sleep upstairs. M tired, Lou. Do you know how long it takes to put on all this fancy stuff?" She sighs. 
"Oh I know exactly what you mean love." Louis sympathises with her even though he had no idea what she was talking about. "Maybe Harry should go get us something to drink to make up for the cruelty he's put you through."
"Yeah Harry." Y/N crosses her arms, Harry quirks his brow in response.
"Is that sass I'm sensing young lady?" He says and Y/N's face drops as her mouth opens and closes to come up with some kind fo excuse, "Thought so." He smirked and stood up.
"Louis, make sure to take care of m'girl whilst I'm gone." He warns and Louis salutes him in a playful manner before talking to Y/N again. 
By the time Harry returns with two cans of beer and a carpi sun for Y/N, Y/N's a giggling mess as she plays slapsies with Louis who seems to be losing by the sour look on his face. Her face brightens when she sees Harry and she immediately stands to go sit on his lap by the time he's handed out drinks.
"Can you put the straw in please?" Y/N rests her head on his shoulder. 
"There you go baby." He kisses her forehead as he hands her back the juice pouch. 
Harry, Louis and Niall engage in conversation whilst Y/N quietly listens and sips on her juice. As Harry rubs circles on her bare skin under her shirt, she slowly feels herself slip, floating into another headspace entirely. 
Midway through, she taps Harry's chest and shows him her best puppy dog eyes, "I finished my juice H," She shows him the empty juice pouch.
"That's good baby," He rubs his hand and up and down her back as he resumes his conversation until he feels another tap. 
"Can we go to your room now?" She sighs, accentuating her pout, "Please," She leans forward to whisper in his ear, "daddy." 
Harry's eyes widen, his head shooting to look at her and noticing her flushed cheeks and cloudy eyes. His face softens and he cursed himself for not listening to her earlier when he knew she was already sleepy, "Okay baby, yeah we'll go to my room." 
Harry stands with a sleepy, floating Y/N, arms and legs latched onto him. "Leaving so soon H?" Niall furrows his eyebrows.
"Yeah, Y/N's getting sleepy. Might come down later though." He said but he knew he wouldn't, he just wanted to keep them from asking anything else. 
After saying goodbye, Harry carried Y/N up the stairs and all the way to his room, brushing off the strangers who were trying to get his attention. "You okay there bug?" Harry checked in on Y/N as he opened the door to his room where no one but himself and Y/N were allowed.
"Mhm," She hums, eyes closed as she nuzzles against the fabric of his shirt. 
"Can I lay you down?" She huffs and slowly nods her head to which he gently places her on the bed. 
Harry was now in a predicament because normally he would coax Y/N out of her subspace by giving her a bath and showering her in love but with the music outside his room and the incessant chatter, he couldn't let her leave the room, not in this state.
"Shh, m' right here." He chuckles when Y/N reaches out and makes grabby hands for him. 
"M sleepy daddy," She whispers, his heart aching at her tired eyes.
"I know baby, I've got to keep you awake until you're back and safe with me." He murmurs, going to his dresser and pulling out a shirt and a pair of his boxers. He knew she planned on wearing her pyjamas but he knew that wearing his clothes was a greater comfort to her. 
"Lemme get you dressed m'love," He gently lifts her from the bed and places her on his lap so that it's slightly easier to remove her clothes. "Atta girl," Harry murmurs, pressing kisses to her bare skin as he removes her dress. 
Y/N whimpers at the cold air on her skin and wraps her bare form around Harry, burying her face in his neck. "Wanna sleep now." She sniffles, playing with the curls at the back of his head.
"Y' gotta get dressed little one, then we'll sleep okay?" He cradles the back of her head and makes her look him in the eye. 
"M'kay." She nods, spaced out.
"I love you." He smirks but doesn't get a reply. 
He gently pinches her chin and moves it up and down, "I love you too Harry." He imitates her squeaky voice as he moves her chin up and down as if she were speaking.
Y/N giggles and bites the tip of his thumb, "Not Harry, silly. You're daddy."
He pauses, a grin on his face, "That I am baby." 
Eventually, he manages to get her dressed and pulls on his own comfy clothes so he can lie next to her. When he lies down, Y/N immediately crawls beside him and wraps herself around his torso. 
"So pretty," He whispers to himself almost as if he were in disbelief. He places his hand under her shirt and squeezes the bit of chub on her tummy. "Can't believe you're all mine."
She warms at his words and kisses the tip of his nose, "Sleepy time now?" He nods, holdi
Synopsis: Frat boy Harry is at a party and Y/N's his love. 
It was Friday night. 
The music was blaring from the speakers from downstairs. Harry took a puff of his cigarette before tossing it out the window before walking out the door of his bedroom in the house he shared with four other students.
He made his way downstairs and through the crowds of people who were making out or dancing with one another. "Hi Harry," Louisa, a girl from his chemistry class, came over to him as he searched for someone he actually knew. She twirled a strand of her red hair with her finger as she chewed on a piece of gum.
"Hey Louisa." Harry mumbled, his eyes focused on the faces in his house. 
"So I was wondering if you could help me with my chemistry homework. I'm free any time next-" 
"That's really great Louisa, excuse me." He pushed past her, her mouth opening and closing as she stands in the same place with a bruised ego. 
Harry walked into the living room where the music was playing and found one of his housemates, Niall. He was talking to Louis and both of them had an arm around a different girl.
"Haz, thought you'd be in your room all night." Louis smirks, knowing Harry wasn't a fan of the frat parties they threw over the weekends. 
"Yeah well didn't want to miss out on anything." He mutters, lighting another cigarette and falling back on one of the couches opposite Louis and Niall. 
Harry's eyes look around in search for someone else. He had only decided on coming downstairs because he knew a certain someone would be showing up. 
After inhaling his cigarette, he stilled at the sound of familiar giggles flittering across the room. His head perked up and his eyes darted across the room, knowing just who they belonged to. 
Y/N was with her two friends Carys and Rachel. She was sipping on a virgin Pina colada as they people watched from the corner and made fun of all the people in the crowd. One minute she was giggling at her friends and their impressions and the next she was shielding herself away from a stranger trying to buy her a drink. 
"Leave her alone Issac." Carys rolled her eyes. 
Y/N shielded herself behind her friend and looked away from Issac's watchful eyes. "I just want to see if she wanted a drink." 
"She's already got one dumbass, now leave us alone." Rachel said, firmly. 
Issac smirked, "You know, I want to hear what the girl has to say." 
Y/N gulped and opened her mouth to speak but her eyes widened when someone grabbed onto Issac's shoulder. He spun round and everyone's eyes fell on Harry, "Is there a problem?" He asked, throwing his cigarette but in the bin.
Y/N smiled, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him, "Harry!" She grinned and ran into him.
"Hi baby," He whispered, inhaling the scent of her coconut shampoo. 
"My bad Styles, I didn't know she was yours." Issac's confidence had diminished when he realised exactly what he had done. 
Harry nudged Y/N behind him and stood tall in front of Issac, he was a few inches taller than him, "She's not a fucking object Issac."
"O-oh, I didn't mean it that way, Styles. Chill out." He forces a laugh, looking over at the girls and seeing the satisfied smiles on their faces. 
"Get your hands off m'girl or I'll treat you like a fucking object you bastard." Harry squares up to him but Issac flinches away. 
"Alright, alright! I'll leave them alone." Harry pushes Issac away and keeps his eyes on him as he walks away and hides in the crowd.
He turns to the two girls who he had grown all to familiar with due to his relationship, "Damn Harry, you even scared me." Carys laughed. 
He shook his head, biting back a smile and turns to his little love who was beaming up at him. "Harry!" She squealed and jumped into his arms. 
Harry inhaled the scent of her floral perfume and closed his eyes, feeling utter bliss as the entire party disappeared around him and all he could see was Y/N. "Aaand that's our queue to leave." Rachel laughed, the two friends walking away and enjoying the party for themselves.
"Baby, I thought you were going to wait for me to pick you up when you finished getting ready?" Harry cups her cheeks.
"I know but Carys and Rachel didn't want to wait." She sighs, "Thank you for saving me." 
"No need to thank me m'love, love you is all." He leans forward and kisses her like he hadn't kissed her in forever even though he had seen her just this morning on campus. 
He picks her up in his arms and holds her tightly, "Can we go sleep in your room? I left my pyjamas here remember? Pleeeaase." 
Harry laughs loudly, "Y' come say hello to Louis and Niall first and then I'll consider it." She pouts but Harry quickly kisses it away, "Be a good girl, they missed you."
She nods her head and stays in his arms as they walk back to the couch where Niall and Louis were no longer accompanied by the female companions. "Niall, am I seeing things or is that little miss Y/N?"
Y/N giggles and Harry lets her down from his grip, "Louis, I think you may be right." They both act overly dramatic which causes Harry to roll his eyes at their antics.
"Hi Louis," Y/N gives him a hug and then sits in between both him and Niall.
"Long time no see Y/N, think Harry was going a bit insane trying to find you earlier." Louis says. 
"Was not." Harry mumbled, even thought it was the truth. 
"Harry won't let me go sleep upstairs. M tired, Lou. Do you know how long it takes to put on all this fancy stuff?" She sighs. 
"Oh I know exactly what you mean love." Louis sympathises with her even though he had no idea what she was talking about. "Maybe Harry should go get us something to drink to make up for the cruelty he's put you through."
"Yeah Harry." Y/N crosses her arms, Harry quirks his brow in response.
"Is that sass I'm sensing young lady?" He says and Y/N's face drops as her mouth opens and closes to come up with some kind fo excuse, "Thought so." He smirked and stood up.
"Louis, make sure to take care of m'girl whilst I'm gone." He warns and Louis salutes him in a playful manner before talking to Y/N again. 
By the time Harry returns with two cans of beer and a carpi sun for Y/N, Y/N's a giggling mess as she plays slapsies with Louis who seems to be losing by the sour look on his face. Her face brightens when she sees Harry and she immediately stands to go sit on his lap by the time he's handed out drinks.
"Can you put the straw in please?" Y/N rests her head on his shoulder. 
"There you go baby." He kisses her forehead as he hands her back the juice pouch. 
Harry, Louis and Niall engage in conversation whilst Y/N quietly listens and sips on her juice. As Harry rubs circles on her bare skin under her shirt, she slowly feels herself slip, floating into another headspace entirely. 
Midway through, she taps Harry's chest and shows him her best puppy dog eyes, "I finished my juice H," She shows him the empty juice pouch.
"That's good baby," He rubs his hand and up and down her back as he resumes his conversation until he feels another tap. 
"Can we go to your room now?" She sighs, accentuating her pout, "Please," She leans forward to whisper in his ear, "daddy." 
Harry's eyes widen, his head shooting to look at her and noticing her flushed cheeks and cloudy eyes. His face softens and he cursed himself for not listening to her earlier when he knew she was already sleepy, "Okay baby, yeah we'll go to my room." 
Harry stands with a sleepy, floating Y/N, arms and legs latched onto him. "Leaving so soon H?" Niall furrows his eyebrows.
"Yeah, Y/N's getting sleepy. Might come down later though." He said but he knew he wouldn't, he just wanted to keep them from asking anything else. 
After saying goodbye, Harry carried Y/N up the stairs and all the way to his room, brushing off the strangers who were trying to get his attention. "You okay there bug?" Harry checked in on Y/N as he opened the door to his room where no one but himself and Y/N were allowed.
"Mhm," She hums, eyes closed as she nuzzles against the fabric of his shirt. 
"Can I lay you down?" She huffs and slowly nods her head to which he gently places her on the bed. 
Harry was now in a predicament because normally he would coax Y/N out of her subspace by giving her a bath and showering her in love but with the music outside his room and the incessant chatter, he couldn't let her leave the room, not in this state.
"Shh, m' right here." He chuckles when Y/N reaches out and makes grabby hands for him. 
"M sleepy daddy," She whispers, his heart aching at her tired eyes.
"I know baby, I've got to keep you awake until you're back and safe with me." He murmurs, going to his dresser and pulling out a shirt and a pair of his boxers. He knew she planned on wearing her pyjamas but he knew that wearing his clothes was a greater comfort to her. 
"Lemme get you dressed m'love," He gently lifts her from the bed and places her on his lap so that it's slightly easier to remove her clothes. "Atta girl," Harry murmurs, pressing kisses to her bare skin as he removes her dress. 
Y/N whimpers at the cold air on her skin and wraps her bare form around Harry, burying her face in his neck. "Wanna sleep now." She sniffles, playing with the curls at the back of his head.
"Y' gotta get dressed little one, then we'll sleep okay?" He cradles the back of her head and makes her look him in the eye. 
"M'kay." She nods, spaced out.
"I love you." He smirks but doesn't get a reply. 
He gently pinches her chin and moves it up and down, "I love you too Harry." He imitates her squeaky voice as he moves her chin up and down as if she were speaking.
Y/N giggles and bites the tip of his thumb, "Not Harry, silly. You're daddy."
He pauses, a grin on his face, "That I am baby." 
Eventually, he manages to get her dressed and pulls on his own comfy clothes so he can lie next to her. When he lies down, Y/N immediately crawls beside him and wraps herself around his torso. 
"So pretty," He whispers to himself almost as if he were in disbelief. He places his hand under her shirt and squeezes the bit of chub on her tummy. "Can't believe you're all mine."
She warms at his words and kisses the tip of his nose, "Sleepy time now?" He nods, holding her tightly as she closes her eyes and cuddles his hand to her chest. 
It was funny to think whilst he was here with his little love, everyone else was outside partying and drinking. It were as if they were in their own little bubble of bliss and, honestly, he wouldn't have it any other way. 
ng her tightly as she closes her eyes and cuddles his hand to her chest. 
It was funny to think whilst he was here with his little love, everyone else was outside partying and drinking. It were as if they were in their own little bubble of bliss and, honestly, he wouldn't have it any other way. 
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Quero um com 16,4 e 2
Frases:“Você ficaria bem com a minha mão em volta do seu pescoço.”“Eu não estava mentindo quando disse que te amava.”A comida parece ótima, mas ... Há algo muito mais delicioso que eu gostaria de comer agora.”
NotaAutora : perdoe pela demora amore espero que goste, adoraria saber o que achou depois.
Aviso: +18, muitos palavrões, sexo oral
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"Você sente minha falta?" Um belo sorriso malicioso saiu dos lábios de Styles do outro lado do balcão.
"Você disse que nós trataríamos de assuntos do trabalho Harry."
"E vamos."
"Então o que você está fazendo? Me trazendo até sua casa e fazendo o jantar? " Você arqueou às sobrancelhas. "Me falando essas coisas?" Cruzou os braços.
"Eu só estou brincando um pouco." Ele riu de como a deixou brava. " E acho que a nossa nova marca pleasing foi um sucesso, ela merece um belo jantar." Ele ainda mantinha aquele maldito sorriso.
"Poderia ter me levado a um restaurante." Retrucou.
"Sabe como sempre gostei de cozinhar para você."
"Infelizmente eu sei, mas isso não vai mudar nada entre nós Harry."
"Você já deixou isso bem claro." Ele lhe entregou uma taça de vinho. "Relaxa é só um jantar de negócios"
Já fazia três meses, três meses que você e Harry haviam terminado, realmente foi difícil depois do término, mas o pior era saber que teria que vê-lo diariamente, alguns dos seus amigos até aconselharam a você vender sua parte da nova marca de cosméticos, mas você se recusou, você havia trabalho duro tanto quanto Harry naquele projeto e não deixaria que seu término com ele estragasse isso.
"Ok." Supurou fundo tomando um pouco do seu vinho.
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Aquilo deveria ser um jantar de negócios, decente e agradável, mas não, Harry apenas teve que deixar tudo mais difícil para você, no começo ele foi realmente sútil, com alguns flertes leves e despretensiosos, mas do meio para o final já estava literalmente óbvio o que ele estava querendo. Harry estava com tesão, você esteve com ele tempo o suficiente para saber que quando ele bebe, nem que seja só um pouco de álcool ele faz questão de mostrar que esta com tesão e principalmente provoca até que você esteja com tanto tesão quanto ele.
"Realmente o jantar está incrível." Você disse desviando o assunto da sua última cantada.
"A comida parece ótima, mas... Há algo muito mais delicioso que eu gostaria de comer agora."
Você quase engasgou-se, tendo que tomar um longo gole de seu vinho. Ele apenas riu de como a deixou, ele fez isso a noite toda e sabia exatamente como mexer com você.
"A sobremesa?" Fingiu não entender o que ele queria.
"Confesso que a sobremesa que preparei realmente deve estar ótima, mas eu estava falando de você, querida." Ele teve que ser mais direto dessa vez.
"Oh!" Você engoliu em seco." Aqui? Na cozinha?" Você questionou um pouco ofegante.
"Sim, eu quero sua boceta na minha cara agora."
Ele caminhou até onde estava sentanda sem quebrar o contato visual, apoiando um dos braços na mesa, abaixando-se o suficiente para conseguir sussurrar em seu ouvido.
"O que me diz?"
"Harry, isso não é justo."
"É estúpido fingir que você não quer, você sabe disso, não é?"
Harry sorriu, a puxando para cima, virando contra a mesa, colocando ambas as mãos em sua cintura.
"Sim, eu sei." Suspirou.
"Então, por favor? Me deixe fazer você se sentir bem." Quase implorou, esfregando seu próprio nariz contra o seu.
Em vez de responder você o puxou para mais perto, descansando as mãos contra seu peito, enquanto tinha os lábios de Harry novamente aos seus após tanto tempo.
"Você vai me deixar chupar sua linda buceta agora?" Ele questionou, antes de se ajoelhar.
"Sim." Sua voz falhou.
Harry a empurrou para cima da mesa, jogando algumas louças caras no chão, o som das taças quebrando fizeram ambos rirem, você ficou apoiada só pelos cotovelos, observando-o levantar o seu vestido até os quadris abrindo bem as suas pernas, as mãos dele deslizam por sua pele para acariciar suavemente suas coxas, a boca dele percorreu um caminho de beijos chupões até sua calcinha, onde ele lambeu seu clitóris sobre o tecido antes de empurrá-lo para o lado.
"Você sabe o quanto eu quero fazer isso com você?” ele cantarolou, deixando uma lambida rápida no clitóris. "Depois que terminamos você me deixou louco usando roupas provocantes todo o santo dia que te vi." Ele deixou mais uma lambida rápida só para vê-la soltar um gemido de antecipação. "Você usou esse só para mim hoje não foi?" Desta vez Harry estava a provocando com os dedos, ele deslizou dois dedos em sua boceta molhada começando em um ritmo lento." Responda." Ordenou.
"Sim." Choramingou.
Harry estava gostando de provocar você, fazendo você desmoronar embaixo dele, ele ainda deixou uma piscadinha rápida, antes de sua cabeça mergulhar para baixo. Quanto mais rápido a língua dele se movia, mais alto o gemido saía de sua garganta, suas mãos estavam segurando firmemente a mesa — Certamente você não estava pensando nas consequências agora. Você estava praticamente esfregando sua boceta em seu rosto e ele continuava a chupar você ansiosamente e porra, ele parecia tão bem enterrado em sua boceta.
"Merda, Harry isto é tão bom." Choramingou."Porra! Eu te amo." Você soltou a mesa, puxando o cabelo dele para estimulá-lo ir ainda mais rápido.
"O que disse?" Ele parou. "Me ama?"
"Caralho Harry! Cala a boca e não pare." Você estava tremendo, exatamente à reação que ele esperava. "Eu estou tão perto."
Ele não ia parar, não agora que você estava à bera do orgasmo, a boca dele prendeu seu clitóris, sugando por alguns segundos a levando loucura, ele deslizou dois dedos em sua buceta com facilidade, começando a bombea-lós em um ritmo não tão lento, mas rápido o suficiente para levá-la ao seu máximo nos minutos seguintes, seus olhos se fecharam por alguns instantes, todo seu corpo começou a formigar quando o prazer foi preenchendo seu corpo, você jogou a cabeça para trás, xingando alguns palavrões enquanto gozava intensamente nos dedos dele. Harry deu um último beijo em sua boceta antes levantar, ele tinha seu queixo pingando, seu rosto brilhante e um sorriso de satisfação em seus lábios.
"Você está bem?"
"Sim." Diz ainda um pouco atordoada.
Você desceu, ajustando seu vestido e calcinha, pegando um pouco papel toalha que tinha em cima da mesa para enxugar a umidade entre suas coxas que você mesma deixou.
"Então sobre àquilo o que disse?"
"Sobre o quê?"
"Ei! Não seja tímida agora."
"Eu não estava mentindo quando disse que te amava." Confessou com as bochechas coradas."Eu ainda te amo Harry."
"Eu também, baby." Ele a puxou para um beijo, fazendo-a sentir um pouco do seu gosto em sua língua.
"Talvez possamos terminar o que você começou?" Você sugeriu.
"Eu adoraria." Ele sorriu." Você ficaria bem com a minha mão em volta do seu pescoço."
"Sempre achei sua mão um ótimo adereço." Você piscou para ele, já ansiosa pelo que estava por vir.
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Not Tommy questioning my Z's outfit bc of the shorts.
I love how slow minded Z is. XD
Lol yeah, Z has to really work to get with the times 😊
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Bad Timing (HS)
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Pairing: Boyfriend!Harry/Y/N 
Warning NSFW18+ unprotected sex, dirty talk, uses of the word bitch, blood, cuteness, fluff, domrry to boyfriendrry 
Word Count; 1.4k 
Synopsis: Y/N’s monthly decides to come at a bad time
authors note; hi sunnies so this is my shortest work so far, it was just something that came to me one day so I wrote it out. i wanted something with a sprinkle of fluff so this was made. i hope you enjoy ily<3 Reblog and Feedbag appreciated. 
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She could feel that something wasn't right. 
Maybe it was the way her stomach had begun cramping out of nowhere, or perhaps it was the way that she felt herself grow abnormally wet as her boyfriend thrusts up into her. 
“God, look at you, so fuckin' pretty sittin' on my cock,” Harry moaned, his hips thrusting up as he pushed his hard cock in and out of her. "Squeezin' me so fuckin' much, lovie." He whines, his hands gripping at her hips as he slams her down onto him.
The tip of his cock was nudging right against that sweet spot that made her shake, her eyes squeezed shut as her mouth dropped open in a silent moan. She loved the way his hands felt on her burning skin. Loved the words that fell from his lips for her, making her try even harder to make him feel what he was giving her. 
“Shit. you're so fucking deep… right there, please don't—” her words got cut off by another moan as Harry thrusts harder into her, his hands held her hips as he kept driving his cock in and out of her dripping wet pussy. 
“Yeah? Am I fuckin’ you right? Am I satisfying this greedy little pussy of yours, baby? She’s fuckin’ sucking me right back in… greedy little bitch.” 
A string of whimpers escaped Y/N. One thing she loved more than being loved by Harry was being degraded by him during sex. It made her skin heat, her pussy became ten times wetter and she became a desperate little thing for him to use. 
Her whimpers turned from ones of pleasure to ones of pain as another set of cramps erupted in her lower stomach. 
Her eyes squeezed shut as the pain soared through her, her head felt dizzy as she tried to will it away.
“Are you… fuck, are you okay, love?” Harry asked, noticing the way her face had scrunched up. His thrusts slowed and came to a halt when she let out a groan. “What’s wrong, baby?” he asks again. 
"Mmm. M-my stomach," she heaves out, her arms moving to wrap around her middle as she moans out another painful grunt. "Fuck, it hurts so bad." 
Harry's face pales, his first instinct is to reach for her stomach. In his mind, if he could touch where she was in pain then maybe he could rid her of some of that discomfort. 
Instead, as soon as Y/N saw his hands reaching for her first instinct was to squirm away, which only caused Harry to groan seeing as he was still seated inside of her pussy. 
Gripping her hips he used his hold to force her to become still, she hunched over and heaved out a few breaths as the wave of pain slowly began to disappear. 
"I've gotta— fuck… have to pull out of you, baby," Harry warns, his thumbs rubbing at her hip bones as he slowly lifts her off of his half-hard cock. 
Once they were separated Harry laid her down gently on her side next to him, his hand moving to swipe her hair away from her face as his other hand laid limp on the bedding next to him. 
He takes a moment to glance down at his cock that's now resting along his groin, his eyes widened when he saw what he thought was Y/N's arousal running down the base of his cock. 
Blood. 
Of course, the thought of it just being her period entered his head, it wasn't anything new to him. It wasn't something that he was unaware of. But he was more scared of her being hurt by the force he was using when he was thrusting into her. 
He tries to remember if she had been complaining about any symptoms that could point to it being just her period but he comes up blank. 
"Lovie…" he trails off, glancing back over to her he watches as her eyes crack open. "I– uh you're bleeding." 
“What?” she breathed out, her eyes darting down to his cock that lay covered in a mixture of blood and their arousal "I-I'm sorry." She breathes out, glancing up at him through her lashes. 
Harry shakes his head, his thumb rubs over her temples as he whispers, "it's okay, love. Jus' a bit of blood… are you okay though? I didn't hurt you right, baby?" 
A soft laugh escapes Y/N before she lets out a grunt, "your ego is just a bit too big, babe… I'm sure that it's just my period." She tells him, wincing as her eye catches the look of his cock covered in her blood. 
Embarrassment envelopes her mind and she finds herself tearing up, her eyes burning as she tears her eyes off of Harry altogether. Her cheeks are flooded with a crimson color as another wave of cramps hits her, moans of pain fall from her mouth as she burrows her face in the bedding.
“Come on, baby… let's get you cleaned up.” Harry mumbles, picking her up bridal style, her face tucks into his neck as soft whimpers escape her mouth as he walks them into the bathroom. 
Setting her down he leans over and turns on the water to fill up the tub, as he turns back around he can see her face still red, her eyes don't meet his but he can see them shining with tears. 
“Hey, hey, don't cry, baby,” he rushes out, pulling her forward he wraps his arms around her waist as he hugs her to him. ‘Don't ‘ave to cry, baby… it's okay.” 
“It's so embarrassing.” she cries, her shoulder shaking.  
“You've got nothin’ to be embarrassed about, baby. It's natural, it's fine, my love,” he whispers to her, his hands rubbing her back soothingly as her cries turn to quiet hiccups. “Shh, breathe, Y/N,” he murmurs, kissing the top of her head before pulling away to look down at her. 
Using his thumb he wipes the tears from under her eyes, ridding her face of tears that she shouldn't shed. Leaning down he places a soft kiss on her forehead. 
“Look at me, baby,” he tells her, trying to get her to open her eyes. She doesn't listen, instead, she gives him a small shake of her head. 
Always his stubborn girl.
“Come on,” he drags out, whining when she still doesn't open them, “killin’ me here, pretty. You know I can't survive without seeing those gorgeous eyes of yours.” 
Still nothing. 
“Please baby.” he drags out again, burying his face into the crook of her neck. His lips graze her skin as he nuzzles closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Baby… you can't hide those eyes from me forever.” he sings out quietly, his lips grazing her neck again before they pucker against her skin. Instead of kissing her neck, he blows out air, giving her neck a raspberry kiss that makes her laugh as she tries squirming away. 
“There she is..” he trails off, a smile working on his face as her laugh echoes off the bathroom walls. “My pretty girl,” he whispers, placing a kiss on the curve of her neck he pulls his head back to look down at her. 
Her eyes are now opened as she stares up at him, a slight smile still faint on her swollen lips and he wants nothing more than to lean down and take her mouth with his own but instead, he leans his forehead onto hers. 
“Hey, I love you.” he mutters, watching as her eyes sparkle as the words roll off his tongue, "I know you're probably still embarrassed by what just happened but you've got nothing to be embarrassed about, love. I promise I'm not grossed out or anything, baby. I still love you as much as I did fifteen minutes ago… if not more, okay?" 
She offered him a small hum as her head nodded, inhaling deeply he pressed a soft kiss to her swollen lips before he leaned over to turn off the water. Looking back at her he holds out his hand for her to take. 
“Now let's get you cleaned and then we can have a cuddle, yeah? Sound good, baby?” 
Taking his hand she smiles at him, before stepping into the tub she rises on her toes to kiss his lips, “I love you too, it sounds amazing.” 
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AS IT WAS
A/N: im still in shock, the video killed my last about three working braincell. anywayssss here is a rather emotional piece based on the song and also a weird dream i had last night lol
PAIRING: Harry X Reader (kind of exes to lovers)
WORD COUNT: 2.7k
SUMMARY: You're on a break, but Harry calls you drunk one night and you don't even think twice before going over to check on him.
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The buzzing of your phone drags you out of your sleep, it takes a few moments to realize just how dark it is in the room so it’s probably very late at night. The phone keeps vibrating and the screen flashes as you grab it from the nightstand, squinting your eyes against the bright light as you check the caller ID and your stomach drops.
Harry is calling and it’s three in the morning. This can’t be good.
“H? What’s wrong?” you ask with a racing heart as you sit up in bed and wait for a response, that comes quite late. You hear his breathing, it sounds heavier than usually so you know right away that he is probably drunk. 
“I’m sorry,” he sighs and he sounds so broken and hurt, it’s like a knife in your heart even after everything that has happened between the two of you.
You’re on a break, something you initiated, because you didn’t know this was where you wanted to head in life, if you really wanted to spend the rest of it with Harry. Distance had been an issue lately and Harry didn’t communicate the way you needed him, so that’s when you asked for some time and space.
But that doesn’t mean you don’t love him anymore, you have more love for him than probably anyone else and if he is in trouble, not feeling well, there’s no doubt you’ll be there for him, just like how you know he would drop everything the moment you called.
“H, talk to me, what’s happening?” you ask him while already getting out of bed, looking for clothes to change into, because you know you won’t be able to sleep if you don’t check up on him.
“I just… everything gets in the way… I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he breathes out shakily and you’re already putting on your sneakers, ready to be out of the house the next moment.
“What did you drink, baby?” you ask, the nickname coming out of habit.
“Drinks… That one pill, b-but it’s just so I can sleep,” he explains, and it just adds to your anxiety.
“Just one pill? Are you sure? Harry, you’re no good alone like this, what kind of pills?”
“Yeah. Just one, I promise,” he mumbles, ignoring the last question as you’re running out to your car in the dark. “Y/N, I know it’s not the same as it was, but I miss you so badly. I wish you were here.”
“I’m on my way. Just don’t do anything stupid, okay? I’ll be there in a bit and we can talk.”
“Okay,” he chokes out and the line ends. You’ve never driven faster than in this moment, on your way to Harry’s.
In the meantime Harry is sitting on the hardwood floor of his living room in only a pair of red boxer briefs, a half empty bottle of gin on the coffee table with a glass he didn’t even touch, because it was easier to drink straight from the bottle. The phone drops from his hand and he lies down flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling in the dim lighting, he only has one lamp on in the far corner of the room, illuminating the place enough that he is not sitting in the pitch darkness. 
Tears are dwelling in his eyes and the first one rolls down the side of his face, moving past his ear before it drops to the floor. He knows he hasn’t been the best boyfriend and he doesn’t blame you for wanting to spend some time apart. You’ve been together for three years, it’s definitely a turning point in your relationship, but now he is afraid everything will change for the worse and he’ll lose the most important person in his life and it’s all because of him.
He loses track of time and he doesn’t even hear it when your car parks down on the driveway. The front door opens and you walk in in a rush, looking for him with a racing heart.
“Harry?” you call out and then spot his naked feet in the doorway to the living room. Walking in you find him lying there, his beautiful eyes that you love so much filled with so much sadness as he looks at you through his tears. “Hey, I’m here. It’s okay,” you soothe him as you drop to the floor next to him, helping him to sit up. He is so big and massive, it’s quite the struggle, but you manage to do it and his head falls to your shoulder in an instant as he attempts to hug you, but he can barely coordinate his movements, so he basically just leans onto you.
You wrap your arms around his naked torso and let him sink into you for a bit, gently rubbing his back with the palm of your hand.
“You came. You really came,” he then finally speaks up. 
“Of course, I will always come when you need me, no matter what.”
“I love you. Even if you don’t love me anymore, I still do.”
Pulling back you force him to look you in the eyes as you cup his face in your palms, the stubble he has grown rough against your skin.
“I love you, Harry. I have so much love for you. I just… I have to figure out where I want to head, but I will always love you.”
“You’re just not sure you want to be with me,” he mumbles, his voice dying at the end as tears roll down his cheeks.
You want to tell him you can’t imagine a life without him. You want to tell him that in the past weeks you’ve spent apart have shown you how much you need him to be in your life, but you’re afraid you’re only feeling this way because you’d gotten so used to his presence over the years. You need to be sure your feelings are genuine and not stained by your momentary doubts.
Not sure what to tell him you lean closer and kiss his cheek before pushing yourself up from the ground and helping him up as well. Again, it’s proven to be harder, you definitely don’t have the muscle energy to hold up his massive body, but somehow you get him up on his feet, one arm around your shoulders so you can help him walk into the bedroom. On the way, he keeps chanting I’m sorry, I’m sorry, and you just keep telling him it’s alright and you truly mean it. He has seen you at your lowest as well, helped you through rough patches in your life without batting an eye and you’ll do the same for him.
He falls into bed like a sack of potatoes and you drag the covers over him, his eyes already closing when you tuck him in. Just when you’re about to leave, he grabs your hand softly and holds you back.
“Can you please stay? Just for tonight? I don’t want to wake up alone,” he whispers and you know you would never be able to say no to him.
Kicking your shoes off, you round the bed and get under the covers next to him, his drunk, tired body already pulling closer to you, maybe out of instinct, maybe because he truly needs your closeness, it doesn’t matter. He curls around you like a monkey and despite the mess you’re in, it feels like home to be in the same bed with him. 
“I don’t think I can ever be with anyone else, Y/N,” he mumbles into the darkness while you’re gently scratching his scalp, knowing it always calms him down.
“It’s just us, Harry. It will always be us in this world.”
“Okay,” he breathes out and soon enough, you hear his breathing slowing down as he falls asleep with his head on your rising and falling chest, your heart beating only for him under his cheek.
The morning comes with a throbbing headache for Harry, but he forgets about it fast when he realizes that he is holding you in his arms. Being the big spoon, his front is fully pressed up against your back, only a tank top between you and him. He faintly remembers you were wearing a hoodie when you arrived last night, but it must have gotten too hot so you ditched it. Now he is glad you did, because he can feel the heat of your body a lot more, your familiar scent filling his nostrils as he buries his nose into your hair.
He allows himself to be selfish and hold you for as long as possible, not sure what the moment you wake up brings. Will you be mad at him? Disappointed? Kind? It’s a mystery, but he just wants to hold onto this moment a little longer. The realization that you cannot be replaced strengthening by the minute.
You wake just about ten minutes after Harry, his body stiffening when you turn around to face him, afraid of your reaction. But surprisingly, he sees no disappointment or anger in your beautiful eyes, just a sweet, warm, lazy smile stretches across your face and it melts him right away.
“Your head hurts, right?” you ask with a soft chuckle, as you cup his face in your hands.
“Yeah,” he admits, closing his eyes as you brush your thumb across his forehead, your touch almost taking away the pain alone.
“Let’s make some breakfast and we’ll find you some Advil,” you tell him so softly, as if you were talking to a little child.
Getting out of bed Harry decides it’s better if he has a quick shower, and while he stands under the hot water, he hears you washing your face at the sink, just like before, using the bathroom together without hesitation. It makes him feel like your old life together is not that far or gone, that he can still get it back if he fights for it. If he fights for you.
The two of you move around the kitchen in sync, he makes the eggs, you take care of the coffee and toasts and when your plates are full you sit at the dining table, the weight of last night sitting on your shoulders.
“I’m sorry I bothered you last night. I don’t even know why I thought I could call you so late,” he speaks up, clearing his throat.
“Harry, you know you can always come to me. No matter what.”
“Yes, but you wanted space and I didn’t respect it.”
“You needed help and I’m always happy to be there for you. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
You’re too good to be true, he thinks. 
“Can we talk… about us?” he asks with so much caution, it’s far from the confident man you’re used to.
“Do you want to? We can… have a conversation later, when you’re feeling better, I mean.”
“I would never miss a chance to clear things up with you.”
“Okay,” you nod, putting down the fork to give him your undivided attention. He clears his throat again and takes a deep breath before speaking up.
“So, how have you been feeling? Is the break what you really wanted? It’s doing good to you?”
“I really needed it. But it’s been hard, to be honest. I miss you. A lot.”
Hearing your words is like a relief to him, but he knows he can’t be sure just yet he can win you over.
“So then… where are you standing right now?”
You sigh as you lean back in your chair, staring down at your half eaten breakfast. It’s a tough question and you don’t want to give him or yourself false hope about the future.
“I honestly don’t know. I know that I miss you and I love you a lot, but I also know we can’t go back to how it was.”
“Yeah, agreed,” he nods. “I just want you to know that I fully understand the issues you told me about. I know that I suck at communicating and I will try my best to get better. For you and for us, because you deserve the best. And I want to be that for you.”
You know his words are not just empty promises, he truly means them. Harry would do anything to have you back, you’re just not sure you’re ready to give him your all.
“I need to figure it out. How we can make things work and I need to do it alone. I know it sucks, but I truly think this is what we have to do now in order to move on together.”
It hurts to know he needs to wait some more, but if it means you’ll find your way back to him, he would do anything. So he nods and takes a deep breath, swallowing the urge to cry that’s been creeping up his throat. 
You finish breakfast together and have a little chat to catch up before you head back home, leaving Harry on his own again. He doesn’t call you again in the middle of the night, just waits for you patiently.
Two weeks go by and he starts to worry that you changed your mind and don’t want to give it another try. He doesn’t hear from you and he fights the urge to reach out, wanting to let you heal and grow at your own pace.
But then you show up unannounced.
He has just gotten home from the studio, working on some new music that was obviously inspired by you. He plans on doing absolutely nothing, just watching TV and then going to bed, but then his plans get interrupted by the sound of a car parking down on his driveway. He recognizes your car as he peeks out through the window and his heart starts racing right away, thinking of all the possibilities, you could be visiting him for. He opens the door before you could even ring the bell and seeing you standing on his doormat fills his chest with joy and worry at the same time, but when he sees a wide smile spread across your face, relief washes over him.
“Hey, sorry for dropping by so unannounced, but I was nearby.”
“Don’t worry about it, come on in,” he invites you in, even though you don’t feel like a guest here, it’s more like home. 
He offers you a drink or snacks, but you refuse as the two of you get comfortable on his couch. He waits patiently for you to find your words and start speaking whenever you feel like you’re ready.
“Um, I wasn’t even nearby, I just came to see you,” you admit with a nervous chuckle and Harry’s heart skips a beat. In a sense, it feels like when before you just started dating, the nervous jitters, the shaky breaths, it takes you both back in time. “I wanted to talk, I’ve been thinking a lot since the last time we saw each other.”
“And… have you come to a conclusion?” he nervously asks.
“Yeah,” you nod, biting into your bottom lip. “I, uhh… If you still haven’t changed your mind, I would love to start a–”
You don’t get to finish, Harry’s lips smack against yours, his large hands holding your face as if it was the most precious treasure in the world. The words die on your tongue as it melts against his in a smearing kiss, your hands grabbing his shirt and fisting it as you pull him closer until he is practically lying on top of you. 
“Sorry,” he breathes out when he pulls back for some air. “I got a bit carried away and didn’t let you finish,” he chuckles, but you shake your head.
“You can always cut me off like this,” you gasp for air and pull him back for another passionate kiss.
It takes some time for the two of you to let go of each other and at last you settle sitting on his lap, facing him, your hands holding onto the base of his neck while his fingers are gently caressing your thighs on either side of him. 
“We can’t go back to how we were, Harry. It doesn’t work,” you tell him, your voice barely more than just a whisper. 
“I know. We’ll figure it out. Together,” he answers and leaning closer he steals a short kiss. Now that he has you back he can’t stop kissing you, not that you mind it.
“Together,” you smile at him, feeling excited and hopeful about the future.
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moonlightlunatic · a day ago
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warning : drug use and drinking ahead
word count : 2,087 words.
preview : Y/N goes to a welcome home party thrown for her best friend Mitch and meets Harry for the first time. (This song playing while you read is recommended + all credits go to the creators for these GIFs)
♡ written by me, @moonlightlunatic ♡
Here we are sitting under clouds of smoke, psychedelic lights hitting our eyes every so often, the smell of marijuana and alcohol flooding our sense of smell, and the melody of the music being heard throughout the house. I was surrounded by a group of people with no single thought in their minds, just allowing themselves to be carried by the feeling of euphoria. I had no intentions of coming to this party because of how hard it is for me to loosen up around new people. But I didn't want to let Mitch down considering this was a welcome back home party since he just came back from touring.
I took a few hits from the blunt they were passing around earlier hoping that it would make it easier for me to feel comfortable around everyone. And since then, I had made a few friends and had even taken a body shot off of one of them. This feeling of being liberated mixed with the dopamine from the music is something you can't even describe. Everyone's just vibing off of each other's energy, no judgment, just genuinely a good time, it's definitely an addicting experience.
While dancing I had felt like someone had been watching me, I looked through the crowd of bodies around me and there they were, the set of eyes locked onto me belonged to him. He was standing next to Mitch exchanging a few words with him and occasionally his gaze would break but it would always come back on me. I was never really introduced to Harry considering how busy they always were practicing for the tour and everything. And I know Harry's just a regular person just like the rest of us, but I can't help but feel intimidated by him you know? He is Harry fucking Styles after all, I mean I just don't think I'd even be able to psychically speak to him. Like should I just pretend like I don't even know who he is to make me come off as some mysterious and unique person, I doubt I'll do that since Mitch will call me out for playing dumb.
I'm really overthinking it and it is making me feel a bit overwhelmed, so I try to make my way through the crowd to catch my breath in the backyard. I know I'm still being watched by him, since he made it obvious when he turned his head in the direction I was walking. I made it outside, the breeze of the cool wind hitting my bare legs greeted me. Realizing that I was the only one out here made me feel a sense of relief, I sat down near the pool taking my shoes off to dip my feet in the water. This felt nice, being here and experiencing new things and new people, I just wish I wasn't so scared to push myself to be willing to do this type of stuff. I also wish that I didn't have to smoke to have fun and be more outgoing, I just want to be able to do it without any hesitation or being under the influence.
I looked up at the sun setting and while doing so a shadow next to me became darker and darker by the second. I wanted to look to see who it was, but I knew once I heard them speak. "Hey, you having fun out here?" A deep raspy voice says from behind me. This is probably when I have to look up at him now, and so I do. My eyes trail up from his legs all the way up to his face. Harry was looking down at me with a warm smile, I returned it back but stared at him long enough for me to realize that I should respond. "Uh yeah, the sun is pretty to look at.." I mutter, too shy to continue looking at him so I look back at the sky.
"Can I sit and watch with you?" He politely asks, I nod nervously smiling, he takes this chance to take his shoes off and rolls up his jeans so he could have his feet in the water with me. Oh my gosh he's literally sitting next to me now, what do I do or say? I am in my head thinking of some good small talk to say to him but he's the one to carry the conversation first, "Mitch told me I should come introduce myself, he said we'd get along, so I came here to see for myself." My cheeks literally feel like they are burning, I look to my left to look at him. "I think we were meant to meet sooner or later, seeing that we have a lot of the same mutual friends." I say with a lot more confidence than the last time I spoke.
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"I agree." He says looking down at his feet in the water, moving them around.
It kind of seems like he's nervous to talk to me, and in a way, it made me feel less intimidated.
"You know for the most part, I was kind of avoiding it, I could not handle the thought of trying to find the right words to say to you. I know you're just a normal person but it's still hard to look around the whole you know...well I don't I'm sorry I guess it's different for you." I say realizing that I'm saying things that could upset or offend him.
"No, it's okay, I get what you're trying to say..." He says looking up at me this time he studies my face, "And trust me I know that feeling all too well, being nervous to talk to someone," He clears his throat, I notice his cheeks blushing a slight pink, while I get butterflies in my stomach. Am I tripping on the weed or he is talking about me?
"Well I think we should do a little thing we tell each other something about ourselves so it makes us feel a little more comfortable to talk to each other." I say to break the ice a little more.
"Like what something embarrassing or?" He asks looking at me while he tugs at his bottom lip with his fingers. "Anything, and we can promise we won't ever tell anyone." I pull out my pinky to make the promise more serious. He looks down at it and instantly interlocks his pinky with mine.
"Deal" He smiles, "I'll go first since I thought of the idea.." I say nervously looking at our pinky's still tied together, I unhook mine from his and look away. For a short period of time there was nothing but his patience and our silence while I thought of something to say and it felt like that silence was comforting and in no way was it awkward.
I broke the silence, "I-um-I feel like I'm not really good at socializing with people, I'm too weird and overly awkward at times, and when I do talk I say the dumbest things imaginable and I feel like I have no control of what I say sometimes just because of how nervous I get talking to them. Like right now.. yes I'm a lil high and teensy bit tipsy but I would be losing my shit at how I'm actually speaking to you right now. It takes a lot for me to open up to someone because my instant thought is if I'm annoying them or if they really care..I don't know" I laugh to myself kind of embarrassed of why I actually just said that. "Well I think you should give yourself more credit, you're doing one hell of a job right now, I bet that took a lot of courage to actually open up to me and I appreciate that I was someone you chose to say that to. I wanna hear whatever you have to say because I'm genuinely wanting to know you more." Harry says to me making me feel like I was heard and that my feelings were valid. "Thank you" I smile at him, it honestly it feels kind of weird in a good way to say that out loud.
"I guess it's my turn" He clears his throat, nervously fumbling with the rings he had on his fingers, I turn to look at him, ready to give him my full attention.
"I feel like I'm alone, like even if I was in a room full of people or even a huge stadium, I feel like I'm not really seen or heard the way I want to be. Most of the times I'm traveling or I'm busy working, and those times I sometimes spend alone. Don't get me wrong I know I have people who love me and are there for me like my fans and my family and friends but at the end of the day I come home to an empty house full of nothing but me and my thoughts. I'm shit at this whole love thing too because it's so hard for me to actually find someone who's able to deal with everything that comes with being with someone who literally does what I do for a living, 's just difficult and I wish it wasn't like that." He confessed like if he was waiting a long time to tell someone what he felt.
"I know exactly what you mean, I felt like that at one point and sometimes I still do but you just have to remind yourself that it won't always be like this. You'll find your someone, and that someone will love you for who you are and know how to handle everything that comes with dating a musician and let's not forget to mention a fashion icon." I assure him, getting him to laugh at the last part of what I said.
"Fashion icon you say? 'm flattered" He does a sassy hair flip motion, making us both laugh.
We went back to being silent, at this point the sun had already set and the sky was dark enough to see a few stars. Harry and I just sat there enjoying each other, we ended up getting know each other a lot more into the night and had so many deep conversations. Found out we had tons of chemistry and agree on some many things. We both thought we should start heading back inside since we spent so much of the night away from everyone.
"Might sound weird but I feel like we've known each other for so long, and I dunno, you jus' feel so familiar." Harry says getting his shoes and up from where he sat. Handing me his hand to help me up as well. I grab my heels and quickly grab his hand to stand up.
"Do you actually feel that way or are you just too high?" I ask him knowing that he took a good couple hits when everyone was smoking.
He laughs at what I said, shaking his head at me before he says, "I am not that high."
I look at him with an 'are you sure about that' kind of look for a good second or two, leading us both to burst out laughing.
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"No, I'm serious, like I genuinely feel like we're close friends even though we just met if that makes any sense at all."
"No, it does, I honestly feel that way too" I say while start walking back, I look at him smiling at me and I smile to myself at thought of this whole interaction itself, not too long I just met him and now we feel like we can talk about anything with each other. I would have never guessed that this would happen and I'm happy it did.
"I guess that just means we're friends now." Harry breaks my train of thought, putting his arm around my shoulder. I look at him straight in the eyes and smile again, "I guess so." I respond back to him, "I think since we're friends now, I should know your name don't you think?" He asks me in a joking type of manner. Although I have a clue that he knows already because of Mitch I still play along, "You’ll just have to find that out the next time we see each other." Saying that so I have an excuse to see him again. He smirks at me, clearly amused at my response, "Clever girl.”
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harry, you’re no good alone
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he never wanted you to see how tired he was.
harry’s house was very empty, never really having needed to stay there for too long, although you’ve never seemed to care. at the end of a long day, you’d appear: a bright light with juice in one hand and basic groceries in the other.
he’s been worried lately and you’re doing your best to comfort him, even if he pretends he’s fine. that’s why you come over like clockwork, ready to socialize with your favorite neighbor in a world that’s suddenly isolated. you’re always so happy to see him and eager to hear about his exciting life while you make dinner.
harry knew he couldn’t tell you how sad he felt. how alone he was. so he’d just smile and change the subject. ask you how things are going and how much longer you’ll be here. and you hold him close for what feels like the briefest of moments and he wishes he could just fall further into your warmth and stay forever.
because you are always happy, full of energy and his best friend. and you’re leaving.
and today’s been shit. he knew it would be the moment the mailman asked him for your forwarding address. but you know harry much better than he thought and as patient as you are, you also care about him. so when he can’t meet your eyee, you stop him.
“what’s wrong?”
harry wants to tell you. maybe he’s always wanted to. but he can’t. he can’t tell you to stay. he can’t be selfish because this is something you’ve always wanted. he tells himself he can survive being left behind, even if it means not seeing you every day.
“you know i’ll call. every day. you should call me too. whenever you think of it.”
“i’d never hang up.”
“as long as the phone companies charge you, i’d be fine with that. i’d like that a lot, harry.”
you’ve earned a nod of agreement before he begins to fuss with the ingredients you’ve brought over. unsure of how else to make sure he’s okay, you settle into a mildly comfortable silence which makes your usual cooking routine impossible.
“i’ll miss your smile.”
it startles you, and this time it’s you that can’t make eye contact.
“that’s what zoom is for.” that’s not what you want to say. but how can you say it when you know it won’t change anything. “and you can always visit, i don’t plan on finding someone to replace you.”
“it’ll only be a year.”
thats the mantra he’s used to keep him moving for this long. it sounds less rehearsed than it is. but no matter how much he tells himself, he can’t forget that it’s only been the two of you for so long.
“exactly. you’ll hardly notice i’m gone.”
and just when he thinks he’s about to slip, you offer him your hand. it’s warm and gentle and the hot air balloon you both need to stop from falling. because things are changing for you and things have changed with the two of you. he found you when you were at your lowest and he was the light at the end of the tunnel. and you recognize the look in his eyes, even if you’ve tried your hardest to look on the bright side. because how could anyone fill the space he’s taken in your life.
and it’s like a sucker punch to the gut. because you haven’t really known him at all. because he has loved you as much as you’ve loved him. and now you know what you’ve done because how could you decide to leave when he’s been waiting here for you all this time?
“i would stay if you asked.”
he wants to. god he’d fall on his knees and beg you to but he can’t be selfish with you. not when you’ve done so much for him.
“i know. i don’t want to be alone.”
“two days with me and that’s the one thing you’d want most of all.” a joke is the only thing you can manage with how he’s holding your hand.
“never.”
“can you wait any longer?”
“for you? always.”
he knows he’s losing you. but you’ve given him hope, even if it might not last. you both hope it will. this time you’re generous with your time, your arms wrap around him and for the first time, his house feels like home.
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chericlo · a month ago
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Synopsis: Y/N was in a coma and Harry is her doctor
Y/N's entire body was stiff and in pain. Her brain felt as though it was pounding against her skull and she had to give herself time to physically force her eyes open to see her surroundings which she hadn't seen for the last three weeks now.
Her fingers twitched slightly in attempt to see if she was actually still alive and in her own body. She could hear the beeping machines the more she came back into reality and the hum of voices around her.
Her mouth was dry and her lips were chapped, she slowly ran the tip of her tongue along her bottom lip and furrowed her eyebrows at the metallic taste in her mouth. She could see dots behind her eyelids and that seemed to make her happy. She liked the sun and she hadn't seen it in a long time.
Eventually, she managed to force her eyes open and adjusted her sight to view her surroundings. She looked at the white walls that encased her and strained her eyes to look down at the bed she was laying in, blankets wrapped around her.
To her right she saw her mother, crying into her father's chest as he comforted her. She couldn't understand why they were crying, in fact, she didn't really understand all that much right now.
She wanted a shower - no a bath - she wanted a long, hot bath with plenty of bubbles to wash away the dirt from the last three weeks laying in bed.
Her mother, Ally, spun in her father's embrace and reached for her hand that was still at her side. "Welcome back my sweet girl." Ally's grip on her hand was so tight, she thought her circulation would be cut off.
At the sound of the door opening, Y/N gasped and curled herself inwards in hopes it would protect herself from whoever entered the room. Her parents frowned, not use to this kind of behaviour from their daughter. In walked a doctor wearing a white coat and a stethoscope around his neck. He reached for a clip board and scanned his eyes over the words before passing it over to the nurse beside him.
He said something to Y/N's parents but she wasn't really listening. She was much too overwhelmed with everything that was going on and what she had missed considering she had been asleep for three weeks.
"Hello there," A voice she had never heard before was suddenly speaking to her. She looked up, startled, and was met with a pair of green eyes and brown, curly hair slicked back and styled neatly. "You're okay." He whispered. He was close, too close and she didn't like that at all. She didn't want anyone to come near her.
"Y/N what's wrong?" Ally looked worriedly at her daughter, eyes red from crying since she had woken up. Y/N shook her head and tucked her legs into her chest. She buried her face in her knees and wrapped her arms around herself in attempts to shield herself away from the strangers in her room.
"Y/N, my name is Doctor Harry Styles but you can call me Harry. You were bought here three weeks ago after someone found you on the side of the road, do you have an idea of what happened?" Her eyes widened at his words, she had no idea that had happened. Well, she knew the gruesome details of what happened before then, in all honesty she had been hoping she'd wake up with her memories completely wiped but that didn't seem likely - instead she was stuck with them and the pictures of him encased in her memory.
Y/N just shook her head in response, not wanting to try to speak again, fear had consumed her and she didn't want to say anything that would put her in danger. She remembered everything and no one else knew a single thing. She lived an hour away from her parents who she'd call in the evening three times a week. She told them a lot of things but this part of her life had remained hidden from the two people who cared about her the most.
"What's happened?" Ally asked, still holding onto Y/N's hand.
"We'll run a few tests and give her a Laryngoscopy to see if there's any damage on her vocal chords." The nurse was quick to go and receive the equipment and Harry turned to her parents to give them an update.
"Something involving her accident must have damaged her vocal chords which makes it hard for her to speak. We'll take a look to see how bad the damage is but I'd like to keep her here for the next week or so until she's healed." Her vocal cords were fine. In fact, she could easily speak if she wanted to but she didn't want to and that kept them guessing for answers as she sat and watched.
The nurse returned and Harry set everything up in order to do the Laryngoscopy. Everything looked so daunting and alarm bells went off in her head. She didn't want them to touch her, she didn't want them coming anywhere near her with any of their equipment or even their own hands.
"We finally meet," He smiled as he sat down in front of Y/N. "Can I touch you?" He asks for her consent but she immediatly shakes her head. "I promise I won't hurt you Y/N." He pleads, "I just want to make sure you're okay." His words were softly spoken. Y/N could see up close how handsome he was and maybe if this were a normal time in her life and she saw him walking down the street, she'd develop a desire for him, but she couldn't do it right now, she couldn't allow him to touch her when the last person who touched her had hurt her so badly it caused her to end up in hospital.
She shakes her head again and shuffles back. Harry sighs, "You just don't want to talk huh?" He murmurs, sadness in his voice when he puts two and two together and understands that whatever happened to her has caused her to be in this shape.
He doesn't force her into anything as he steps away and gives her the space she wants. "We'll give you some time with your daughter. It seems as though she's in no mood to talk at the moment but we'll come back later and run a few tests. We'll keep her at the hospital , if that's alright with you," He says, speaking to her parents, before he looks down at Y/N, "You're going to make a nice recovery Y/N."
Y/N says nothing in response and keeps her eyes focused on a hole in the blanket that was tightly wrapped around her when she first woke up. She was left with both of her parents who looked exhausted but relieved. She wanted to tell them that she loved them and she was sorry for keeping them here but she'd have to save that for later. Instead, her mind was whirring with the way her doctor had treated her and the accidental brush of his hand against hers just before he stood to leave the room.
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Y/N had never liked hospitals ever since she was a child and dislocated her shoulder. They gave her laughing gas and clicked it back into place but it was excruciating despite the relief they attempted to give her.
The smell was particularly enough to put her off, disinfectant burning her nostrils no matter what she did to shield herself away from it.
It had never been in her life plans to spend overnight at a hospital but here she was, laying in bed alone as her parents left for the night to finally get some kind of sleep before they'd return in the morning.
She tossed and turned in her sleep as sweat covered her brow. Flashes of the accident appeared in her mind, the bright lights, the sound of someone beeping their horn, their voice and laughter... Why could she hear someone laughing?
"We have to get out of here before someone finds us."
In her dream she began to scream in agony, watching as two people ran away and left her stranded on the side of the road. She screamed and screamed in hopes someone could hear her, she didn't want to be here alone.
"Y/N wake up!" She could hear someone's voice echoing around her, "You're okay love, wake up now."
Y/N shot up in her bed and felt an ache in her back as she did so, however it was nothing like the agony she had experienced in her nightmare. Her eyes darted around the room, the room where she had been for the last three weeks, the room where she was safe and protected.
She looked up and was met with Doctor Styles, "Are you okay?" He asks, she noticed he was still keeping his distance from her and she was thankful for that. "Was it a nightmare?"
She stayed quiet but the sound of her stomach broke the silence in the room. Harry had to bite back a smile and pulled out a chocolate bar from his pocket. She carefully analysed his every move as he peeled back the wrapper and presented it to her, "Here, I keep them on me for my night shift to give me a boost of energy." She looked down at the chocolate bar and carefully took it from him.
She nibbled on the chocolate and savoured the taste of it. It had been so long since she'd eaten something so good. Harry sat down in the chair and Y/N immediately dropped the chocolate bar in her lap and was prepared to get as far from him as possible but he was quick to assure her, "I promise I won't hurt you or touch you." His expression is soft as he looks at her, "I'm actually on break right now but I wanted to check in on you to see how you were doing."
Y/N was glad the lights were off and there wasn't a lot go light in the room. Her cheeks were bright pink as she wondered why he decided to come and see her of all people during his break on a night shift.
"Hmm... I think I'm going to make it my mission to hear your voice." He says, resting his head back against the wall and closing his eyes.
Y/N tilts her head to the side as she waits for him to continue, "Call me selfish but I want to hear how pretty your voice is."
A breath escapes her and she has to compose herself before he opens his eyes again to look at her. A cheeky grin tries to make its way onto his face but he looks down at his watch so she doesn't catch it.
"I should get going. Do you think you'll be alright, I can stay if you need me to?" He offers, Y/N's heart warming at the kindness he's shown her in the last few hours.
She shakes her head and watches as he bids her goodbye and leaves the room. She looked back to where he was sitting beside her bed and ponders on the words he had spoken to her.
Harry wasn't lying when he said he was going to make it his mission to hear Y/N talk.
"Hello Y/N, how are you this morning?" He beamed.
It was the next morning and Y/N was awake and well. Her parents had yet to arrive and Harry took the opportunity to keep her company until then whilst he was on his break again. He sat himself down in the chair, "Still not talking huh?" He bites his lip as if he's contemplating something.
"Wanna hear a joke?" He grins but Y/N says nothing, she wriggles her toes in her fluffy socks and focuses on a piece of fuzz on her hospital gown. "Knock knock."
Y/N sighs and finally meets his eyes, "C'mon Y/N, knock knock." He thinks he's being sneaky but Y/N knew exactly what he was up to. "You're suppose to say who's there."
His shoulders drop at his unsuccessful attempt at getting her to speak. "Fine. Knock Knock."
"Who's there?" He replies to himself and speaks in a high pitch voice.
Y/N nibbles on her lip to try and stop the smile from showing on her face. "Hula."
"Hula who?"
"P." He makes a popping sound with his lips and pretends to laugh at his own joke, slapping his knee.
Y/N looked at him with a straight face but he doesn't stop. He says another joke and another until eventually Y/N finds herself laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. "I've been Harry Styles and... hopefully I continue to be." He finishes with and Y/N feels tears in her eyes from laughing so much.
Instead of laughing along with her, he smiles softly at her as if he's admiring her from a distance. He rests his chin in his hand as his elbow rests on the mattress of her bed and seems caught in a daze as he watches her life.
When she calms down, she looks at him as if to get him to speak, "You're laugh is beautiful." Her cheeks turn pink. "I'm sure your voice is just as beautiful if not more and I'm fully determined on hearing it."
Harry returned the next day with a new plan in mind of how he was going to get Y/N to talk. Y/N looked up from her drawing pad where she was doodling random things that came to mind. He sat down in the chair again with his white coat on. "Are you an artist?" He asks but she shakes her head.
Y/N looks down at the pen and paper and writes something down without thinking much about it. 'Are you on break again?' She writes on the paper.
"Yes I am." He smiles at the new way of communicating, it felt nice seeing her actually interact with him in some way.
'You don't have to come here every time.' She writes.
"I want to." He says. "Why would I spend time alone when I could be with you? Besides, I'm never one to weaken myself when down for a challenge."
'Why are you so desperate on hearing me speak?' She frowns and then quickly writes something down again, 'Are you that interested in hearing about the accident?'
He seems shocked by her words, "Y/N, this has nothing to do with the accident. I have every intention on hearing you speak because I have a very important question to ask you but I want to hear you say the answer once I ask you."
She furrows her eyebrows, 'What is it?' She scribbles down.
He has a knowing look on his face, "Ah well I guess you'll have to speak in order to find out."
Harry's eyes catch sight of a bruise on her leg when he looks down at the bed, "Have you gotten out of bed at all since waking up?" She shakes her head and pouts down at him. "How about we try now?"
Y/N thinks about it, she wasn't sure how she felt with him touching her. In order for her to get up she'd need him for leverage but then she looks around at all the apparatus in the room and comes up with a plan.
She puts pen to paper and writes to him. His eyes scan the sentence and his expression softens, "I won't touch you Y/N. I'll be right beside you the entire time though."
Slowly, Y/N sits up and carefully moves her legs over the side of the bed. Her skin was littered with fading bruises and her feet were covered by blue, fuzzy socks. She put her hands on the bed in order to lift herself up and ignored the ache in her ribs as she pushed herself up on the bed.
Harry was true to his word as he kept his distance but she saw the focused look on his face as he kept all his attention on her in case she were to fall. She slowly took a step forward, still holding onto the bed and let out a whimper when pain shot up her leg.
"You're doing so good lovie." Harry murmured, still staying where he was.
Eventually, she let go of the bed and shuffled forward slightly. Her legs wobbled as she did so and as she was about to smile with excitement, her legs gave in and she was about to collapse to the ground.
However, a pair of arms stopped her from falling and she looked up to come face to face with Harry. "I had to." He whispered, his eyes darting down to her lips and then back up again. She released a shaky breath as she registered their proximity but felt no need to push him away despite the unfamiliar touch.
"Think you can stand again?" He whispers, not wanting to startle her in any way.
She nods her head but is still unsure as she stands on shaky legs. Her muscles were tight and aching terribly and she couldn't seem to get the right amount of strength in her to keep herself up.
As she was about to collapse again, Harry was swift in wrapping his arm around her waist and lifting her up, carrying her over to the bed and setting her down again. He kept his hand on her waist and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, brushing away a fallen tear with the pad of his thumb.
"You did so good angel." He murmured.
She savoured the feeling of his skin on hers and the warmth that spread through her with just a simple touch. If this was any other moment in her life, she knew she wouldn't hesitate on making some kind of move but this wasn't right - she was his patient, he was her doctor.
He cleared his throat and stepped away, "I should probably head back, my break ended five minutes ago."
Y/N nodded and tried her best to not look at him in fear she'd react in a way she wasn't supposed to. "I'll come by later." He nods, all flustered from the interaction between them and quickly leaves.
Y/N's mind is whirring and the only thing that gets her out of her thoughts is the incessant beeping coming from somewhere in the room. She looks around and soon finds the culprit for the noise. Beside her, the heart monitor was beeping loudly as it registered her heart rate that was the highest it had been since she arrived at the hospital.
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"She'll be dead by the time anyone arrives and even if she lives, she won't remember anything."
Y/N groaned and slowly opened her eyes at the sound of voices talking above her. Her entire body was in pain and the last thing she remembered was the car that collided into her.
"Please..." She murmured but they couldn't hear her, either that or they just weren't listening. "Please come back."
The last thing she heard was the people walking away and leaving her stranded, the car driving off. "Please." She began to scream.
"Help me!" She screamed but no one was around to hear her.
Y/N gasped for air as she sat up in bed. Every time she fell asleep, the visions of that night seem to get more vivid.
A week had passed since she woke up from her coma and she was desperate to leave the hospital and get back to her normal life. Yet, she still had no desire to talk and that was slowly becoming an issue.
Harry was still determined to get her to speak to him but fear had consumed her and she couldn't find it in herself to trust him just yet. He had been so kind and she felt guilty for not talking to him.
The door to her room opened and a nurse walked in, opening the curtains to reveal the daylight. A few seconds later, Harry followed in after. "Good morning, Y/N." He smiled and noticed the dark circles under her eyes. "Still fighting demons in your sleep huh?" He carefully reached out and brushed her under eye with the pad of his thumb.
This was new to Y/N, allowing him to touch her. Since their first interaction, Y/N had felt more comfortable with him being near her and he slowly found himself pushing the boundary and still respecting her whenever she didn't want to be touched by him.
"We're just here to do a few check ups and see how you are. Is that okay?" He kept his voice quiet when he asked his question, he wanted to make sure she knew things were just between them and she was safe with him around.
Y/N nodded and allowed them the opportunity to do their routine check up. Harry wrote things down and the nurse went and grabbed the things he needed when he asked. "That'll be all Nurse Kelly." Harry dismissed her.
He turned to face Y/N once the door had shut, "Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare again?" He didn't like seeing her in pain.
She shook her head as if to say it was nothing but he knew it was a whole lot of something. He reached for something in his coat pocket and held it out in his palm, "If you ever have a nightmare and I'm not here I want you to use this." It was a small, red button, "It's a button for my pager. When you press it, I can come right to you and make sure everything is okay."
Y/N took the button from his grip and looked at him with thankful eyes, "Promise me you'll use it. I-I don't think I can handle seeing you like this again." He says, referring to her tired eyes and sullen expression. She nods her head and he leans forward to press a swift kiss to her forehead.
That night Y/N had the same vision in her sleep. She woke up covered in sweat and immediately reached over for the button Harry had given her in the morning. She pressed it over and over again thinking that it would make him arrive faster and soon he was bolting through the doors and looking down at her.
"Hey baby, you're okay, you're okay. Everything is alright. I'm here now." He whispers, cradling her in his arms. "They're not going to get you here. I'll make sure of it."
"Harry..." She croaks and neither of them had even registered the fact that she'd finally spoken.
He ran his fingers through her hair and rocked her back forth as the tears began to fade and her heart beat began to slow down again.
She sniffled and hid her face in the crook of his neck, "You spoke." He whispered into her ear, his face hidden in her cheek as they curled into each other on her bed.
She nodded her head and moved to look into his eyes, "I-I'm sorry." She murmured, referring to all the time she spent not talking to him.
"There's nothing to be sorry for baby." He smiles, "Your voice is exactly how I thought it would be."
"Really? You spent time imagining how my voice sounded?" She bit back a grin.
"Oh baby, I had dreams of how your voice sounded. It's beautiful." He kissed her forehead and held her close and as tight as possible, as if  he could squeeze all the pain from her nightmares out of her.
"You've been so good to me." She tells him, "So so good." It felt right talking to him despite all her worries. She wasn't planning on talking very much but with Harry, she felt protected and that made her feel okay to speak again.
Harry sits back on the bed and Y/N sits in-between his legs as she easily forgets the trauma she faced in her sleep.
"We don't have to talk about what you're going through but when you're ready just let me know." He murmurs, pressing a kiss to her head.
She presses a kiss to his jawline and plays with his fingers, "T-There were two of them..." She started, heart racing.
Harry paused his movements and gripped her hand so she knew he was there for her, "Two boys... I had filed a restraining order against them before hand, they were following me everywhere and I didn't feel safe. I had to move out of my apartment and find somewhere new. My parents knew nothing about it because I didn't want to worry them, they were already worried enough knowing I was living an hour away from them."
She began to tear up as she thought of her mother and how much she cared for her. What she would have done to have her mum hold her when she was terrified of the two boys who had haunted her for weeks.
"I was driving home from work and there was a car coming towards me. Their lights were so bright I could hardly see a thing and when they sounded their horn, I thought something was wrong so I swerved to the side and ended up crashing into a ditch. I must have hit my head because I was in and out of consciousness. All I really remember was them... laughing at me and then leaving me there like I was road kill. I screamed for help but I didn't think anyone would find me until I ended up here." She sobbed and Harry comforted her all over again.
"Bastards." Harry hissed under his breath, "Y/N...D-Did either of t-them touch you?"
The thought made Y/N gag and Harry immediately reached for the trash can and held her hair back as she vomited into it. It had been something she'd been questioning since she woke up and one of the reasons she decided to stay quiet, she needed a moment to recollect her thoughts and figure out what happened.
"I don't know." She cried, Harry's heart aching at the broken girl in front of him.
"Hey listen to me," He held her head in his hands, "No one, and I mean no one, will ever touch you without your permission again. Not even me."
"N-No," Y/N reached for his hand and rested hers over it, she closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath, "Only you."
He smiled at that, "Okay baby, only me."
"Can you stay with me whilst I try to sleep?" She asks, her lips pouted and cheeks red from crying.
"Of course." He says and allows her to get comfortable in his embrace.
Harry thinks as the girl lies asleep in his arms. He was a doctor and never did he think he would be capable of falling for his patient. However, what no one really knew was that Harry actually knew Y/N outside of the hospital.
He had always been nervous to speak to her so he always admired her from afar. They went to the same coffee shop at the same time every morning before work. He knew her exact order and sometimes paid for her drink before she arrived. All those free coffees weren't on the house, they were from Harry.
When he saw her name in his case load, he was quick to visit her and was shocked to see her battered and bruised from the accident. When she awoke, he made it his mission to make her feel better and that meant helping her talk again.
Harry already knew what Y/N's voice sounded like because he heard it multiple times before but he had never heard her speak directly to him. The way she said her name tonight was like being transported to a heavenly realm, he wanted to hear his name from her lips over and over again because he'd never heard something so beautiful in his entire life.
Now that Y/N had made some progress, he knew he'd have to help her out of the hospital and get back to reality again. It would be hard but he had every intention on being with her outside of the hospital.
"Please tell me I'm not dreaming." He whispered to himself as he admired Y/N in her sleep.
The next day, Harry had to do the difficult task of asking Y/N to undergo a rape kit. As much as it pained him, it was a necessary thing to do considering the details she had given him the night before. She cried and panicked and begged Harry to stay at her side the entire time if she were to say yes.
"Look at me Y/N," He whispered, her head turning to the side as she lay on the bed. He brushed his finger across her cheek, "Pretty." He smiled and brushed away a tear that rolled down her cheek.
"Harry," She cried, the discomfort getting the best of her as she tried her best not to push the nurse away.
"M right here." He said, "Everything's going to be fine."
The results came back negative and everyone felt a weight off of their chest. Although what happened to Y/N was awful, everyone agreed that they felt somewhat better knowing she wasn't further violated in such a horrific way.
It took her a good few weeks to heal herself mentally and physically at the hospital. Her parents stood by her the entire time but she was forever thankful for her Doctor who she just so happened to be completely infatuated by.
"Harry," She grinned when he walked into the room. She was sat in bed eating porridge, her hair was up and she was wearing a baby pink sweater that may or may not have belonged to the man in front of her.
"Such a pretty smile," He leans down and kisses her forehead. "Hungry baby?" He murmurs and brushes away the honey from the corner of her lips with his thumb.
She blushes and looks down, "A little."
"I have some good news for you." He says, "But first I want you to come over and give me a hug."
This had been a thing in the last few weeks. Harry would walk in in the morning and stand on the other side of the room, he'd ask Y/N to walk up to him so that she could gain the strength back in her legs.
She giggled and swung her legs over the bed. She carefully put her feet on the ground and pushed herself up from the bed. "Atta girl," He cheered her on from afar and watched carefully as she made her way to him on shaky legs.
She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he placed his hands on her hips. "Good job baby!" He smiled.
"What's the good news?" She wonders.
"You're getting discharged from the hospital this weekend." He grins but is confused when he sees the unhappy look on her face. "A-Are you not happy?"
"I am happy..." She says but doesn't seem like it at all, "B-But what about you? I want to stay with you."
He smiles at her words and goes to sit on the bed with her in his lap, "I guess now's a good time to ask you that important question." He says referring to the question he wanted to ask her when she wasn't talking, "I've been saving this question ever since I first laid eyes on you at the coffee shop."
She furrowed her eyebrows, "Huh?"
"Those free coffees that you'd get in the morning before work at the Cherry Tree cafe? They were never free, I bought them for you in hopes you'd find out and talk to me one day." He confessed.
Her lips part in shock, "Y-You knew me already?"
"I think I started falling for you a long time ago because I don't think I've ever wanted to be near someone this much." He scans her face and chuckles at the shock on her face.
"Those coffees weren't free?" She couldn't seem to fathom that Harry already knew her.
"Fate works in weird ways huh?" Her eyes glaze over as she's overwhelmed with emotions.
"W-Well," She giggles, sniffling and trying to hold back her tears, "What was your all important question?"
He looks down and blushes, "Knock Knock,"
"Harryyy," She whines.
"No not me, you gotta say who's there baby? C'mon." He laughs.
"Fine who's there?" She bites her lip and waits.
"Wendy."
"Wendy who?"
"Wendy you think we can go on a date?" He smirks and feels his heart explode when she laughs so loudly it fills the room.
"You're something else." She whispers.
"And your voice is pretty so what?"
"I'll go on a date with you."
"You will?" His face brightens, "Good because I have plenty of knock knock jokes to share so I can get you to kiss me."
And he most definitely was not lying.
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Made my Zorlok the most obvious cliche badass looking bad girl around and Tommy hit me with "You look exactly like what I imagined!" LMAO excuse me the callout I-
Lol, yeah, Tommy's just like, "Yep, total badass, let's go."
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Y/N and Harry Tell the Truth// h.s
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“Y/N, Harry, we have brought you here today to take a lie detector test.” you both nod your heads “One of you will be hooked up to the machine while the other asks questions, and then you’ll switch. Who wants to be in the hot seat first?” you look at each other,
“Her.”
“Him.” you say in unison and then laugh “Rock paper scissors?” you ask 
“Only if you say it correctly.” you roll your eyes at him 
“Paper scissors rock.” you say at the same time, you throw scissors and he throws rock.
“Damn it. Okay I guess I am first.” Harry gets up from the table and goes to sit across from you.  The polygraph reader comes and starts hooking you up. “Whew, did it just get hot in here?” you go to fan yourself nervous.
“Please refrain from moving too much.” the guy whose name you learn is John says
“Oh sorry.” you grimace and try to sit still. 
“ ‘kay John are you ready?” Harry asks, John just nods his head. “We need to establish a baseline so, is your name Y/N Y/L/N?” you nod your head but then remember it is supposed to be a verbal answer.
“Right, sorry, yes that is my name.”
“Is your boyfriend in this room?” 
“Yes he is.” 
“Were you born in England?”
“Yes.”
“Were you raised in North Carolina?”
“Yes.” Harry turns to John at this point. 
“Was that true?” He asks the man who solemnly nods his head yes. “Alright let's start. These questions are only going to be slightly invasive.” he teases you. “So as we already discussed you were raised in North Carolina, is that something you are proud of?”
“Absolutely.” you say 
“Then why,” Harry asks smugly, “Are you applying for dual citizenship to the UK?” you stare at him annoyed
“Hmmm, I don’t know, maybe because my longtime boyfriend is a citizen?” John stares at you 
“The machine doesn’t do well with sarcasm.” he says monotone.
“Sorry,” you make a face “Let me try again, because my boyfriend is a citizen and also to feel closer to my mum’s side of the family.” Harry looks at John who once again just nods his head.
“Over the quarantine your cooking videos became quite popular, would you say that you are a better cook than me?”
“Oh yeah, one hundred percent.” he huffs
“Am I a bad cook?”
“No I don’t think so, I just think I am better.” you smile at him.
“She’s telling the truth.” John announces
“Next question. On Reddit there is an entire page praising you, do you check it?” you furrow your eyebrows 
“No, I don’t think that I even knew about that.” John gives Harry a look
“Is she lying?” he asks the man 
“It’s uncertain.” Harry then gives you a look, you shrug your shoulders
“I swear, maybe my heart picked up because I was a little shocked, I mean a whole page praising me that’s a lot.”
“That was the truth.” John says
“Suspicious.” Harry says
“The kids are saying sus these days babe.” you inform him. He strokes a non-existent beard
“Sus.” you giggle, but then a look from John causes you to recenter yourself “Anyway next question. Do likes and followers matter to you?” 
“Sometimes, I would like to say no but then I post something that is important to me and I hope that it is well received.” Harry nods his head
“What is your favorite song of mine?” 
“Lights Up.” you say with confidence
“Lie.” John says
“What?! That is my favorite, well… actually, just you or can it be One Direction.”
“Just me.” 
“Then Lights Up.” 
“Truth.” 
“What is your all time favorite that I have ever sang then?”
“If I Could Fly.” 
“True.”
“That is a good one.” Harry admits he then looks at the question and bites his lip. “You have been rumored to have dated these four men,” He places pictures of Tom Holland, Brad Simpson, Timothee Chalamet, and himself in front of you and you can feel your cheeks get hot. 
“Yes.” you say
“Do you notice anything about them. Any similarities?” Harry asks the smugness back in his voice.
“Yes.” Harry is now full on laughing at you “Everybody has a type, it is nothing to be ashamed of.” you huff
“That leads into this next question very nicely.” He places a few more pictures out “Would you date any of these striking men?” You stare at the faces of Shawn Mendes, Kit Harrington and Nick Jonas. 
“Well they all three are in committed relationships, as am I so my answer is going to be no. The only guy that I am interested in is this hunk.” You pull up Harry’s picture and see him flush a bit. 
“That’s the truth.” John declares
“You have admitted that you don’t necessarily like being famous. Is that correct?
“It is.”
“Then why do you stay in the spotlight?”
“Because I love what I do and I know that you love what you do and I love you so, that trumps any anxiety or hatred I have of my life being more public than I would like.”
“We do stay pretty private for ‘famous’ people though. Especially you.” Harry says
“We do, or we try to.”
“Last question. Did you lie at any point and we didn’t catch you?”
“No.”  John nods his head at that.
“Okay time to switch.” you are told and John comes to unhook you. 
Once Harry is hooked up you start asking baseline questions,
“Is your full name Harry Edward Styles?”
“It is.” 
“Are you a singer-songwriter?”
“I am.”
“Have you ever been polygraph tested before?”
“I have not.” you look at john who gives you a thumbs up
“Wonderful, let’s get into it. Do you ever miss the One Direction days?” 
“No, I miss the boys sometimes but I don’t miss the way things were.”
“True.” 
“Well there are going to be some very upset directioners out there. Would you ever consider a reunion?” 
“I would, but I think that we have all grown up and changed since One Direction so I think it would be different.” 
“Would Zayn be a part of that reunion?” 
“I don’t know, that would have to be a group discussion and I also don’t know that he would want to.”
“True again.” John tells you.
“Fair enough, moving on. Would you ever feature me on one of your albums?” 
“In a heartbeat.” Harry answers “Just not as a singer.” he laughs
“Would you say I am a bad singer?”
“Yes, but you say it yourself all the time so I think that it's fair.” you nod your head at his answer.
“Okay this is an important one so be honest. Do you think I am a better blonde than brunette?”
“No.”
“So what you're saying is you like me with dark hair better?”
“Yes.” you look over at John.
“That is questionable.” you turn and stare at Harry 
“Are you lying to me now?” 
“That’s such a hard question, love. I love you no matter what color your hair is, but yes I would say that I maybe like it blonde better I suppose.” 
“So are you telling me that you don’t love me right now as much as you would if I was blonde.” 
“I just said the exact opposite of that.” Harry protests
“He’s telling the truth.” John informs you 
“Yeah whatever. Next, when we first started dating you told me that you had seen all of my movies since 2015. Was that true?”
“I believe so, yes.” 
“So you didn’t go home that night and binge watch me?” 
“No.” 
“Truth.”
“What is your favorite movie of mine?” you ask next
“Movie? 5 Feet Apart. But my favorite role that you have played is Alina in Shadow and Bone.”
“That’s one of my favorites too.” you smile at him “When your manager told you that i was going to be in your music video, were you nervous?”
“A bit yeah.” 
“Why?” 
“Because I had a crush on you.”
“John?” you ask
“That’s true.”
“Course it is.” Harry protests
“Okay you did a controversial shot for Vogue, is that correct?” 
“Yes but I didn’t do it to be controversial.” John nods his head telling you that its the truth
“Do you regret what you wore?” You knew he didn’t.
“Not one bit.” 
“Very nice.” you say as you get the thumbs up from John telling you what you already knew. “Next question Mr. Styles, and I would like you to remember that I didn’t write the questions I am just asking them. Have you thought about marrying me?” Harry stares into your eyes for a full minute before answering
“Course I have.”
“Have you looked at any rings yet?” 
“Yes.”
“Did you buy a ring?”
“Yes.” you both just sit there for another minute, you absorbing what he said and him composing himself after admitting that.
“Well then, I only have one question left for you, did you lie at any point during this interview and we didn’t catch you?”
“No.” 
“I love you bub.” you lean across the table and kiss him.
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