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justmystyles · 9 months

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literally just came up with this so suddenly but imagine plusiszereader being like an old member of the band or something. like she was apart of the love band back in 2021 but left just to do her own stuff BUT her and harry have been in a relationship since then. it’s obvi private but fans like absolutely love and miss her. then, for the final show when harry is doing the 10 minute ballad she comes out as one of the flute players for one last show and people just going nuts.

then at the end just a shit ton of love dovey stuff like them both crying and comforting each other cause its the final show.

OH LORD IM DELULU YALL

Heart Song

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pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

*i say it's a plus size reader, but it is not something that i focus on explicitly in my fics, because your size should not define you. it will only come up if it comes into the story organically.*

word count: 1.7k

summary: as a former member of the Love on Tour band, and current girlfriend of Harry, he asks you to reprise your spot for the final show.

a/n: this was such a cute ask, thank you so much for sending it! this is the last final show fic i have planned for the time being. who knows what the future holds? i'm trying to catch up on asks, so if you're waiting on one that you've sent in, keep an eye out!

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You sit on the piano bench beside your boyfriend, at a complete loss for words at the song he just played for you. He had been so excited to show you what he was working on, he said that it was a song for his fans, that he wanted to play it for them at his last Love on Tour show.

“Is it… do you like it?” He asked tentatively.

“Baby, it’s so beautiful. No words?” He shook his head. “It’s perfect.”

He grins, his dimples making your heart melt. “Well, almost.” You give him a curious look. “It could use some accompaniment, perhaps a flute?” He said with a wink.

“Who, me?” Harry laughs at your reaction. “But I haven’t been in your band for a year and a half.”

He takes your hand in his. “And I’ve missed you every show. So have the rest of the band, and the fans too.”

“I don’t know, Harry.”

“Please, baby?” He pleaded. “This has been such a huge tour for me. For us. We fell in love on this tour, it would mean the world to me if you were by my side when it was ending.”

Your expression softened at his words, he was right. You had been hired to play in his band, and got so much more than you bargained for when the two of you fell for each other. You fell hard and fast, but before you knew it, you were saying goodbye to Love on Tour. You had only signed on temporarily, leaving to pursue some solo work. Just because you said goodbye to the tour, didn’t mean you were saying goodbye to Harry. The two of you maintained your relationship, keeping it out of the public eye, allowing Harry a modicum of privacy.

You let out a sarcastic sigh. “Well, I suppose I am going to be there anyway. I was looking forward to just being an audience member, but I guess I could pop onstage for a few minutes.”

Harry threw his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace. “I love you so much, thank you thank you thank you!”

After finishing Fine Line, Harry retreated to the backstage area to prepare for the encore. This was your cue to head back there yourself to prepare for his final song. Before you head into the changing area, you rush over to the wings, hoping to catch him before he goes back onstage.

You finally see him, he’s pacing, clearly trying to compose himself. You pause for a moment, debating whether or not you want to bother him, but when his eyes lock on yours you feel drawn to him like a magnet.

“How are you holding up?” You ask, brushing a loose curl out of his face.

He shakes his head, taking a deep breath. “It’s almost over.”

“I know baby,” you place your hand on his cheek, stroking gently. “You’ve still got a few more songs, go out there and give it everything you’ve got.”

“You’re still coming on for the finale?” He asks hopefully.

“It’s why I’m here,” you assure him. “I’m gonna run and go change real quick.”

“If I send someone to get your jumpsuit for you, do you think you could just throw it on here?” He pleads. “I need you close while I’m out there. You make me stronger.”

You smile softly, placing your lips against his in a soft kiss. “Whatever you need, Harry, always.”

He smiles gratefully, kissing you once more before running up to one of the production assistants, and instructing him to get your outfit and flute from his dressing room. He returns to you, taking your hands in his. “It’ll be here in a second. Thank you, my love.”

“Nothing to thank,” you say plainly. “Nowhere I’d rather be. Now get out there and knock ‘em dead.”

He brought your hands to his lips, kissing the backs of them, and headed back onstage. You followed as far as you could without being seen so that you could watch his final few songs. You looked on proudly as he gave his all.

You loved this man with all your heart but more than that, as a musician you admired him more than anything. His dedication to his craft, and his fans, was unwavering. Time and time again he would give himself to everyone, first with the heartfelt music he would write; and then dedicating nearly two years of his life to traveling the world in an effort to bring that music to his fans.

The PA that Harry had sent to retrieve your things promptly returned, handing you your things. You thanked him quickly, not wanting to take your eyes off of Harry. You slip your jumpsuit on over your clothes, and change into the custom Love on Tour adidas sneakers that had been made for the band.

Kiwi ended, and Harry waved and bowed to the crowd before running offstage and immediately into your arms.

“You were amazing, Harry. I’m so proud of you.” You whisper to him. You feel him nod against your neck in reply.

You allow him a few more moments of comfort before you know you need to set yourself on stage. The band had stayed out there, getting position for this final song. “Baby?” You ask softly, getting his attention as you step back from your embrace. “I’ve gotta get out there, you going to be okay?”

Harry nods, pulling you in for a quick kiss. “You’ll be close, yeah?”

You smile at him, placing a comforting hand on his cheek. “Right next to the piano.” You give him one last kiss and make your way to the stage.

You step out, smiling and nodding at your former bandmates, hearing the whispers and questions from the crowd start to pick up.

“Is that Y/N?”

“He must have asked her to come back for the last show.”

“But why is she only coming out now?”

The murmurs quickly turn to cheers when they realize that it is in fact you on stage. This meant that whatever was about to happen was definitely going to be something big. As you waited for Harry to re-emerge, you looked out over the crowd. You had been in the thick of it during the show, but seeing it from the stage was an entirely different experience.

As you were admiring the hordes of people who had come out just to see Harry, you were pulled from your thoughts by an eruption from the crowd. You looked to your left and watched Harry return to stage, quickly wiping away the remnants of the tears he had shed backstage.

He took a seat at the piano, looking up at you. When you looked back, you saw a storm of emotions, but mostly you saw vulnerability. Harry was never one to shy away from expressing emotions onstage, but this was different.

He spoke a few quick words in Italian before moving the microphone away and beginning to play. You had heard him play this song so many times since he had initially brought it to you a few weeks ago, but hearing it like this, as he intended it to be, was an unreal, once in a lifetime experience. The crowd of over one hundred thousand people were completely silent, everyone’s attention directed at Harry.

You felt a nudge, and your attention quickly turned to your right. You saw the rest of the band preparing to come in, and you remembered that you were there to do a job. Your time just being the supportive girlfriend was on pause, you had to be a musician now. You lifted your flute to your lips, and joined in, your eyes never leaving Harry.

Before long, the last note was played, and Harry stood from the piano. The crowd burst into cheers and applause like you’d never heard before. He bowed to the crowd before turning to face the band, mostly to express his gratitude to them, but you knew it was also a chance for him to compose himself.

His eyes locked on you, and he immediately started moving in your direction, wrapping you in his arms. You returned the embrace, rubbing soothing circles over the bejeweled fringe on his back.

“You did amazing, Harry.” You tell him. “This is all for you, go take it in. You deserve it.”

He pulls back and gives you a tearful smile before taking your hand and walking to the center of the stage, signaling for everyone else to join. The group takes a bow to thunderous applause. As you all stand, Harry steps forward, drinking in every second of the fanfare. He moved to either end of the stage, thanking the fans by waving and blowing kisses. When he returns to center stage, he pauses again this time dropping to his knees, his hands covering his face. Completely overwhelmed by the emotions of the moment.

Even though the band is sharing their own moment, hugging and congratulating each other, you are frozen in place, eyes locked on Harry. You were so focused on him that you didn’t even notice the tears streaming down your face.

When he finally stood, he gave the crowd one more smile and wave before turning to exit the stage. As soon as he turned around, he saw you and smiled walking straight for you. You both moved at the same time, cupping each other’s faces in your hands wiping the other’s tears away with your thumbs. Chuckling at the synchronized movements.

You pulled him into your arms, and his face immediately nuzzled into your neck. You could feel the moisture from the new tears dropping onto your skin.

“I’m so proud of you, Harry.” You coo. “It couldn’t have gone any better.”

He pulled back to look at you. “Thank you for being here.”

“Nowhere I’d rather be.” You state plainly. He smiles and starts leaning in toward your lips. You jerk back quickly. “Baby, we’re still onstage.”

“Don’t care,” he leans back in, pressing his lips to yours in a slow kiss.

You pull away with a smile. “Ready?”

He nodded silently, stepping out of your embrace and turning to the crowd one last time to blow them a final farewell kiss. He then took your hand and led you off the stage and into your new post-tour life.

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justmystyles · 9 months

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Lost and Found

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pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

word count: 2.4k

summary: in the follow up to lose you to love me, you and Harry reconnected a month ago, and he insisted you come along for the final show. when your emotions start to get the better of you, you wonder if you and Harry could ever really just be friends.

warnings: a couple of curse words, but other than that, it's tame.

a/n: i had a couple of people ask for a follow up to lose you to love me, so here it is. i have a couple of ideas to possibly continue this story, so if you'd like to see more of these two, let me know!

tags: @allthelovehes @ameerakane20 @ash-craze @bethanysnow @blue-ballad @blueraspberryreader @brightlightsinlife @creativelyeva @cute-as-ducks420 @deannaard @fanficismydrug @gem1712 @golden-hoax @gothmingguk @groovychaosavenue @hillzrry @iceebabies @indierockgirrl @jerseygirlinca @jng4kook @jooniesbabie @kaverichauhan @laurxn-robinson @lexiecamposv @mrs-anna-styles211994 @n0vaj3an @potterheadandsherlocked @rach2699 @ravenclawdirectioner @stylesfeverr @superchrystaldrug @tenaciousperfectionunknown @tiaamberxx @thechaoticjoy @theekyliepage @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite @youknowwhaaat

“... I couldn’t have done it without you, thank you. For loving me in the way that you have, thank you so much. Thank you.”

Your watering eyes were locked on Harry’s as he professed his gratitude for his friends and family. It was the final night of Love on Tour, and despite the fact that you had only reconnected just over a month ago, he insisted that you be there. He wanted you to be a part of this moment.

“Pleeeeeaaaasssseee,” Harry begged from the other end of the phone.

You chuckled at his desperation. “I don’t want to be in the way, you’re going to have so much going on, so many people there.”

“Yeah, but you’re the only one I want there.” You sat in a knowing silence. “Okay, maybe not the only one. But definitely top five… maybe three.”

You chuckle into the phone. “Alright, fine. I’ll come.” You groan.

“That’s the enthusiasm I like to hear!” He joked. “But seriously, it’ll mean a lot to have you there. And I had another thought, if you want to…”

“Oh god,” you braced yourself.

“No, it’s not bad, I don’t think it is at least. After the show, I’m staying in Italy for a bit. The family’s going to be there for a few days, a bunch of my friends. Do you think maybe you’d like to come along?” He asked hopefully.

You thought to yourself for a moment, he hadn’t been back in your life for long, but he had been determined to show you the new Harry. The Harry that valued you, and wanted to make you a priority. You wanted to show that same effort for him. “Sure, I haven’t been on a good holiday in ages.”

“Oh, this isn’t just going to be a good holiday Y/N. It’s going to be an amazing one!”

You were pulled back into the moment when an arm wrapped around your shoulder. You looked to your left to see Gemma, who was also tearing up, pulling you close. You chuckled, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her into a hug, your emotions starting to get the better of you as a few tears began to fall.

Sure, the tears were about the show, about Harry living his dream on a level neither of you could have predicted. The energy at that show was like nothing you’d ever experienced; over one hundred thousand people were there screaming, crying and singing along to Harry’s words. People who had been a part of his journey from day one all around, crying, laughing, dancing, celebrating. But more than that, the tears were also about lost time. All those years you spent apart, all the milestones he’d hit without you. You didn’t feel like you deserved to be there.

The people surrounding you in the VIP area had been with him this whole time, celebrating his wins, comforting him in his losses, but you weren’t. You were so happy to be back in Harry’s life, and as great as it was to fall back into old jokes and stories, there was a sadness that came with it. You would think about all the jokes you would have had, the things you would have experienced together, and even though you know you’d made the right decision all those years ago, you couldn’t help but feel like it was your fault.

“H?” You say softly, nervous to ask the question, but your curiosity was getting the best of you.

“Hmm?” He hummed softly on the other end of the phone.

Ever since you and Harry reconnected, you were talking regularly. He would text you throughout the day, and make it a point to call you after he got offstage. Those phone calls would run up to, and sometimes well over an hour, Harry telling you all about his performance, and the fans, and then asking you about your day.

Having him back in your life so much, so quickly was starting to play mind games with you. You loved it, you were so glad to be talking to him again, but you couldn’t help the what ifs that crossed your mind. And late into one of your post-show phone calls, your intrusive thoughts won, and you decided to ask the one question that seemed to be popping up in your mind the most.

“Do you ever… I mean have you ever thought about what life would be like, what we would be up to if we had stayed together?” You were glad he couldn’t see you, you winced at your own question, your face turning bright red. When he didn’t immediately answer, you panicked. “Nevermind, forget I asked that. I shouldn–”

“No no,” Harry interrupted you. “It’s okay. I do think about it, actually,”

“You do?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled at your disbelief. “We would definitely be married, we would have been a while ago. Probably a couple of little ones running around.” He sighed at the thought. “A little girl that looks just like you.”

“And a little boy that looks just like you,” you finished his thought. It was the future the two of you had always dreamed about. “The three of us following you around the world in our family tour bus.” You say wistfully.

“I think about that a lot,” he says. “Whenever I see a family out and about, or if there’s a parent in the crowd, holding up their little one with those big earphones on, I think about how that could have been you with little Harry junior, or Harriet.”

“Oh god,” you groan at the names that he has chosen for your hypothetical children. “Maybe it’s for the best if that’s what you would have named them.”

Harry laughs at your reaction, but quickly goes serious again. “I still want that someday.”

“You’ll get it,” you assure him. “You’re only twenty nine, you have time.”

I want it with you. He thinks to himself. “Thanks.” Was what he actually said.

He meant what he said when he told you he just wanted you two to get to know each other now, but he definitely meant it with the hopes that you could find yourselves back in that place. He wasn’t going to be the one to make the first move though. The last thing he wanted to do was to scare you away, if the only way to have you in his life was as your friend, then he would take it. He couldn’t go through losing you again.

You watch the stage curiously. The last song had been played and everyone had run off stage, but the crew was now setting up a piano. “What’s going on?” You ask Gemma.

“You know my brother,” she shrugged. “Probably something dramatic.”

You laugh and nod in agreement, but before you can respond, Harry reimerges. He goes on to sit at the piano and play a ten minute instrumental. The crowd was so silent that you could hear a pin drop, you’d never seen anything like it in your life. Your tears were flowing freely as you watched the sight before you. There were so many emotions running through your body that you could barely breathe, but you wouldn’t trade being there for anything else in the world.

Once Harry had finally left the stage, you walk with the group to the backstage area. The room you were waiting in was abuzz, everyone raving about what they had just seen, the room filling with love and pride for Harry.

When he finally entered, the cheers and shouts that erupted were overwhelming, causing you to jump slightly. As everyone was rushing to greet and congratulate him, you slipped to the back of the room. Everyone there had earned their place by his side, you didn’t want to take time away from the people who had truly supported him on this journey.

As you grabbed a bottle of water, you could hear Harry’s voice. “Where’s Y/N?”

You snapped your head around to see him searching the room. A wide grin spread across his face when he locked eyes with you, and he immediately rushed to your side.

“Harry…” you say, unable to put into words everything that you were feeling.

“Thanks, angel.” He said, pulling you into a warm embrace. Even after all this time he was still able to read you, know exactly what was going through your head without you having to say a word.

He held you close for a few moments, you relished in the feeling of being in his arms, pressed against his bare chest. Your emotions began to get the better of you once again, and more tears began to fall.

“Hey,” Harry said gently, pulling back to look you in the eyes. “What’s with the tears? This is a happy moment.”

You nod, trying to collect yourself. “I know, I’m just…” your breath hitched as you tried to compose yourself. Harry ran his hands up and down your arms to soothe you. “I’m just so damn proud of you, H.” There was more you wanted to say, so much more, but this wasn’t the time.

Harry looked down at you, a warm smile plastered across his face. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak, but before he could get a word out…

“Harold!” You both look over to the other side of the room where James Corden is signaling for him to come over.

“You’d better head over there.” As much as you wanted more time with him, you were thankful for the interruption. Afraid of what you might end up saying.

He nodded, a hint of disappointment on his face. “You’re coming to the after party, right?” You nod in affirmation. “Great, I’ll see you there.” He squeezes your arm gently before running off.

The after party was a hive of excitement, everyone still on a high from the show. You did your best to be social with those around you, but it was overwhelming. You had seen Harry around, but kept your distance, not wanting him to feel as though he had to entertain you. This was his night, he’d find you if he wanted to.

Feeling overstimulated by the loud music and the crowds, you stepped outside for some fresh air. As you stood in front of the restaurant that had been rented out for the occasion, you contemplated just leaving and going back to the hotel. Harry wouldn’t even notice that you were gone.

“There you are!” Harry’s voice startled you out of your thoughts. You turned to him, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. “Hey, you weren’t planning on sneaking out without spending time with the guest of honor, were you?”

Damnit. He still knew you better than anyone. “I would never,” you brush off his accusation with a coy smile. “Not like you would have noticed, you’ve got a whole bar full of people in there just for you.”

“Yet you’re the person I’ve been looking for all night.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you to his side. “Y/N, I am so happy you’re here.”

“Me too, H. Thank you for including me, you didn’t have to.”

“Of course I did,” he looked at you curiously. “All that stuff I said up there tonight, thanking my friends and family, you were included in that Y/N. I owe a big part of this to you.”

You scoffed, stepping out of his grasp. “I haven’t been here though, I left. All those people in there, they’re the ones that got you here.”

“Are you kidding me?” He asked completely seriously. “FIrst of all, you were completely justified to leave. I don’t hold that against you at all. Second of all,” he turned, putting his hands on your shoulders and turning you so that you were facing him. “You supported me before any of this. I wouldn’t have gotten here if you hadn’t believed me when we were kids.

“I’ve told you already, every achievement I’ve had in my career, you were the first person I wanted to share it with. I will never be able to truly express how much you and your support have meant to me. Always. Whether we were in each other’s lives or not. And to have you back? To have heard your beautiful voice every day for the last thirty five days? It’s the greatest feeling in the world, better than all of this.”

Your eyes are filled to the brim with tears, your heart racing. Before you can stop yourself, you surge forward, crashing your lips against his. You feel him tense at first, but he quickly melts into you, one hand on your hip, the other running through your hair. You pour everything into the kiss, everything you’ve been feeling, not just over the last month, but in the eleven years without him.

When you finally pull apart for air you search his eyes, trying to read how he’s feeling. His chest is heaving, he’s watching you with an overwhelming expression of adoration.

“I love you Harry,” you watch his eyes widen at your confession. “I always have, I never stopped. No matter how much I may have wanted to, how hard I tried to forget you, it was always you.”

A tear rolls down Harry’s cheek, and you panic slightly. He sees the worry in your face and immediately cups it in his hands. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve hoped and prayed that I would hear you say those words to me.” He brushes his thumbs across your cheeks, wiping away the tears that have fallen. “Say it again.”

“I love you,” you croak out, your emotions making it hard to speak. He pulls you in, kissing you again.

“I love you too,” he whispers against your lips. “Always have, always will.”

“So…” you hum. “Are we still doing the just friends thing?”

He lets out a tearful chuckle. “We’ve never been just friends. You’ve always had my heart.”

“Me too.”

He places one more lingering kiss on your lips before taking your hand in his, interlacing your fingers. “C’mon, let’s go back to the hotel.” He begins leading you away from the restaurant.

“But Harry, it’s your party. You can’t just leave!” You tug on his arm, trying to get him to stop.

“Don’t care,” He stops, pulling you into his chest. “There’s only one thing I want to celebrate right now, and only one person I want to celebrate it with.” He pulls you in for another kiss, this one slower than the previous ones. He knew that he had all the time in the world, you were his again, and you always would be.

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