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❤️A/N: happy v-day my lovelies!! this is my bouquet of roses for you and its also part of @thebigbutterflytattoo 's writing challenge, it's an enemies to lovers and i hope it will bring you all some joy whether you spend/spent it with your partner or alone!

❤️PAIRING: neighbor!Harry X Reader

❤️WARNING: smoking🍃, smut

❤️SUMMARY: Your neighbor keeps getting on your nerves and you hate him for that but you hate how good-looking he is even more.

❤️WORD COUNT: 9.1k

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Harry Styles is ruining your life. And he decided to do that by moving in next door.

As you lie in your bed, staring at the ceiling, you try to keep your cool while the wall you share with his apartment vibrates from the bass of the song he is playing on the other side, a lot louder than he should at midnight. It doesn’t matter that it’s a Friday, you don’t have weekends, working as a waitress you can’t even remember a day when you had a Saturday off.

You have a ten hour shift tomorrow as well and you need all the sleep you can get, but the smug British guy on the other side of the wall is making it impossible. He started slamming his music at around nine. That wasn’t a too unreasonable time so you let it slide and waited. And waited and then waited some more and when you went to bed at eleven it was still blasting. Now it’s been an hour of trying to shut it out and sleep, but it’s not happening and you are not planning to lie awake all night long or at least until Harry decides he’s had his fun.

“This fucking… man!” you groan, kicking the covers off of yourself as you march over to your wardrobe and grab a hoodie before heading out of your apartment and right over to his front door.

The music can be heard even out in the hallway too and you wonder how the people above and below him are not using their minds. Oh right, he is living above Mrs. Fowler who is basically entirely deaf, she never hears when you say hello to her in the elevator and then above him lives Holly, who is a stripper so she is at work right now, not present to hear the concert Harry is putting on.

You ring the bell next to his door, but you don’t actually hear it ringing so it probably doesn’t work, just like yours. Groaning you ball your hand into a fist and start banging on the door, hoping he’ll hear it through the music. It takes a few tries for him to notice and the music finally stops, footsteps echoing in his hallway before the door flies open and you lay your eyes on him.

He is an asshole, or he has been one to you since the beginning for sure. He is always moody and never holds the elevator when he sees you coming into the building. You keep finding his mail in your mailbox and you’re starting to think that he is giving out your address on purpose just to piss you off.

But god damn it, he is so hot! Especially shirtless, like right now. His grey sweatpants are hanging low on his hips, that happy trail leading down under the fabric catches your attention more than you’d like. Those stupid tattoos look so fucking sexy on him, you want to lick them, but then you see the smug smirk on his face and even though he is undoubtedly handsome, you want to punch him right now.

“If it isn’t 3C, how can I help you in this ungodly hour?” he asks, leaning against the doorframe, his gaze shamelessly running up and down your body. The hoodie covers your upper body pretty well, but your cotton shorts are putting your legs fully on display.

“Oh, so you know it’s an ungodly hour! So then why the fuck are you having a whole ass Tomorrow Land in your apartment this time of the day?” you grit through your teeth, folding your arms on your chest as you shift your weight to one leg. Harry purses his lips, but he doesn’t seem surprised at your accusation.

“Was it too loud? I didn’t know, no one else came to complain.”

“Because it’s just the two of us on this level and your lower neighbor hears absolutely nothing while your upper neighbor is a fucking ghost in the night. Would you turn it down? I’m trying to sleep. I have work tomorrow.”

“Mrs. Fowler is not deaf, Y/N. That’s very rude to say.”

“I’m pretty sure the last thing she heard was the announcement in the radio that World War II is over.”

Harry lets out a belly laugh, flashing you his bunny teeth and fucking hell, even imperfections look good on this man!

“I would tell you to watch what you say about her, but you’re right, she doesn’t hear shit. So, what can I help you with exactly?”

“Are you dumb? Turn the fucking music down,” you tell him and without waiting for an answer, you turn around and head back to your apartment, but Harry calls after you.

“Is you little boyfriend not fucking you right? You’ve been so cranky lately.”

“Shut the fuck up, you can’t even get a woman to be in the same room with you willingly!” you snap back before shutting the door closed behind you.

As you get back to bed you fear that your comment just riled him up even more and he won’t stop the concert, but luckily you only hear silence.

“I’m sorry, baby. But you know how important this project is.”

Duke sighs on the other end of the call as you push the door to your building open, holding the phone to your ear with your shoulder.

“I know, I’m just bummed I can’t see you tonight either,” you tell him with a pout as you walk up to the mailboxes, looking for your key on your keychain.

“I’ll make it up to you this weekend, okay? Just you and me, you’ll have me all to yourself.”

“Alright, that sounds like a great plan,” you chuckle, biting into your bottom lip.

“I gotta go, I’ll text you later. Love you!”

“Love you too,” you sigh before ending the call.

Reaching your floor you are about to just simply get inside, but something averts you as soon as you approach your door.

“Fucking… Harry,” you grumble under your breath when you see your doormat all muddy and dirty when his is practically untouched.

It had to be him, when you left your doormat was nice and clean and no one has been in your place since then. The asshole must have used yours just to keep his perfect. Stepping to his door you bang on his door in annoyance.

“Keep your fucking dirt away from my doormat!” you scream before marching right into your home, not even waiting whether he is home and heard your message or not.

Duke canceling tonight gets you a bit crankier and you want nothing else than to just have a relaxing bath and go to bed without a care in the world. You do some quick cleaning while the water is running, fogging up your tiny bathroom and you scroll on Netflix to put on a show from your tablet while soaking the long day away, but your bubble is quick to pop when the familiar thumping of music starts pulsating through the walls you share with Harry’s apartment and it’s the last straw.

You’ve complained to him way too many times before about listening to music too loud and you’re convinced he is doing it on purpose now, knowing you’re home after you banged on his door about the muddy doormat. This man is out to get on your nerves and you will not let him get away with it.

It feels like he enjoys having you kicking his door every other day so this time you choose a different way of letting him know he is being disrespectful. The apartments in the building are not too spacious but there’s one big perk for them: the balconies. They are designed in a way that the partition between the two apartments doesn’t run all the way along, it turns into the railing before making a turn to the front of it so it gives you a nice little peephole to your neighbor’s balcony. And this time you’ll use it as your entrance to Harry’s place.

Without a warning, you march out to your balcony and with easy, you climb over to Harry’s. He’s got two mismatched chairs and a tiny table out there with an empty ashtray and you remember all the times you smelled the weed coming from his place.

The sliding door is wide open thanks to the oddly warm day today so you can walk into his home with no hustle. It’s exactly like yours, just mirrored, but his interior is a whole different universe than yours. It’s so obvious a guy is living here, he has a lot of mismatched furniture inside, quite chaotic but definitely fitting for his style. He’s got the speakers that are blasting the music right now too but he also has a record player with a massive amount of Vinyl records stacked. You almost forget about what you’re here for and start going through his collection, curious about what records he loves so much he bought them, but when you hear his singing coming from the bedroom you remember the mission.

Walking over to the speaker, you simply turn it down to a reasonable volume and then just stand there, waiting for him to realize what happened.

“What the—“ you hear him followed by his steps until he walks out of his bedroom, both of you shocked to see the other.

Him because you basically just broke into his apartment to lower the volume of his music and you because… he is wearing nothing else than just a towel that hangs dangerously low on his tattooed hips, that teasing line of hair running down his lower stomach and disappearing underneath the towel, urging you to fantasize about what he’s hiding there. His hair is damp and water drops are running down his chest and your thoughts are running wild for a second.

“What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?” he snaps and though he tries to sound angry, you can hear the amusement in his tone.

“I told you a million times to keep it down. You’re not the only person living here,” you simply tell him, folding your arms on your chest.

“And how exactly did you get in here?” he asks, tilting his head to the side and you’re having a hard time keeping your wandering eyes up at his face when he is practically naked in front of you.

“I have a key,” you tell him and watch the confusion etch through his stupid handsome face. “I climbed through the balcony, you idiot!” you roll your eyes at him. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about doing that before.”

“I have, plenty of times, hoping to find you dancing around naked in your living room,” he smirks at you smugly.

“Creep.”

“I’m not the one who actually broke into someone’s apartment,” he defends himself holding his hands up and your eyes snap down to the towel that seems to loosen in the motion and Harry definitely catches the stolen look.

“Whatever. Keep the volume down or next time I’ll call the cops on you and I’m sure the weed you keep around here would interest them enough to give you a hard time.”

Heading back out to the balcony you’re climbing over the railing again as Harry appears at the sliding door, watching you maneuver your way over to your place with a grin on his face.

“I’ll leave the door open for the night. Feel free to come over if your boyfriend doesn’t fuck you right. I’m sure I can make you scream,” he winks as you land on your own balcony and you shoot him a narrow-eyed look and ignore the reaction his words caused in your body, not giving him the satisfaction to know his dirty talking definitely gets you going.

“Keep on dreaming, Styles,” you tell him before disappearing from his view and as you get into your living room you make sure to lock the door in case he might decide to visit you too.

Duke is late. He had some last minute emergency at work so now the dinner you made will be cold by the time he gets to your place. You try not to be mad, it wasn’t his fault, but he’s been so absent lately it rubs on you the worst way possible.

You cover everything and blow the candle out you lit just to set the mood and pulling a hoodie on you head out of your apartment to climb up to the top of the building and blow out some steam on the roof, your favorite secret spot. Chewing on your bottom lip you’re typing away on your phone replying to one of your friends as you push the heavy door leading out to the roof without even looking around so you don’t notice that you’re not the only one up here.

“Are you following me?”

Harry’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts and as you look up from the screen you see him sitting on one of the massive pipes running close to the edge, your favorite place to sit because you have a great view of the city from there, but apparently it’s not yours only.

“Sorry, I didn’t know it was taken,” you sighs, already turning around to go back down when he calls after you.

“I think this roof is big enough for the two of us, you don’t have to leave,” he says and when you turn to face him again you realize he is smoking a joint. You ponder going back to your apartment or staying and decide you’ll give this a chance so you walk over to him, sitting down to the pipe as you stare out ahead of you, the rumble of the city surrounding the two of you as Harry silently keeps smoking. He holds out the joint for you.

“No thanks,” you say, but not because you don’t smoke, you just don’t want to be stoned when Duke finally arrives. You spend so little time with him, you don’t want to mess it up.

“You seem tense,” he comments as he brings the joint back to his lips, taking another long drag before the thick smoke dances out through his lips.

“Mm, shocker,” you mumble.

“Want to talk about it?”

“With you?” you scoff. “What makes you think I want to talk to you?”

“I don’t know. I’m high and you didn’t curse me out in the past three minutes. Thought I would shoot my shot,” he chuckles, taking another hit before putting it out in the ashtray you saw on his balcony earlier. At least he doesn’t leave his ash all around the roof.

“I only curse you out when you deserve it.”

“So… every time you see me?” he grins and you hate how good it looks on him.

“Because you piss me off every time I see you!” you defend yourself, making the both of you laugh.

“It’s your fault, you make it so funny,” he shakes his head, staring out ahead of him.

“What? How is it my fault?” you gasp.

“I love that prissy face you make whenever you give me a lecture. As if you were the fucking prime minister or something.”

“Wow, thanks, good to know,” you huff, but you don’t take it to your heart, not this time. It’s all just fun and games.

“I let my balcony door open the other day, but I’m disappointed you didn’t come visit me again,” he smirks peeking at you.

“And I locked mine in case you got funny ideas,” you tell him, making him laugh.

“I didn’t think of it, but I should definitely try it out sometime. Raid your fridge, take a bath and then go home.”

“Not gonna happen,” you scoff. Your phone buzzes in your pocket and pulling it out you see a text from Duke.

DUKE: Can’t make it baby, I’m sorry!! I’ll make it up to you I promise! Xx

“Fucking… great,” you growl and shove the phone back into your pocket without answering the text.

“What happened?”

“Just… my boyfriend can’t make it,” you mumble under your breath, watching the twinkling lights of the city in front of you.

“Don’t take it the wrong way, but your boyfriend is a total douche,” Harry huffs, rolling his head around to crack his neck.

“You don’t even know him.”

“I know enough about him.”

“What do you mean?”

“A friend of mine works with him, I’ve heard things about him and he doesn’t seem too delightful,” he chuckles, playing around with the rip on his jeans at his knee. “He is like a total flirt with everyone, did you know that?”

“What?” you breathe out confused.

“He like, keeps sweet talking to women at the office, always flirting with someone. I’ve seen it myself actually. I dropped off a package for my friend and your little boyfriend was sitting on the desk of some secretary and they were definitely more than just friendly.”

“Where is this coming from? You saw just one little thing and you’re so quick to assume you know everything!”

Anger is rising in your guts, but not because Harry is shit talking Duke, no. It’s because deep down you know it’s entirely possible that he is telling you the truth, but you will not admit that to him.

“I just told you my opinion, no need to get so mad,” Harry scoffs.

“Your opinion about others is always so fucking negative. You see someone and assume you know everything about them.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Y/N?” he chuckles in confusion. You jump to your feet, the sudden urge to get away from him burning in your chest. His honesty is just way too much for you at the moment.

“You. I’m talking about you and your big mouth that just loves to talk about others when you’re just as problematic as the ones you judge.”

“I’m not judging, I just told you what I saw. Don’t take it like a fucking attack.”

“I’ll take it however I fucking want to! I don’t need you criticizing me or my relationship!” you snap and head towards the exit, wanting to get off of that roof as fast as possible.

“Get the fucking stick out of your ass, Y/N! And open your eyes for once! That asshole is using you, but you know what? It’s none of my business, you’re right! Go and jump on his dick when he is fucking like a dozen other women too!” Harry calls after you and for a moment you debate turning back and punching him in the face, that would serve you peace or at least some fun, but instead, you just leave and march back to your apartment.

As much as you told yourself Harry was just trying to get on your nerves with what he said about Duke, he definitely got the gears turning in your head and brought your paranoia out. Duke really has been spending a lot of time doing extra work, apparently, and you never questioned if it was the truth but after your little chat with Harry on the roof, you can’t help but wonder if something has been going on behind your back.

Curled up on your couch, the two of you are now watching a movie, he finally made time to be with you and he’s been super sweet, he brought you flowers and ice-cream to make up for all the time he had to miss with you but it just got your suspicion even higher.

Is he trying to make up for something else? Is he trying to butter you up so you don’t ask him what he’s been up to lately?

You hate yourself for doubting him but you hate Harry even more for bringing it to your attention. You were fine living in oblivion, why did he have to break your bubble?

“Let’s have a break, I need to use the bathroom,” he gets up from beside you, his warm body peeling away from yours as he pauses the movie and walks into your bathroom. You’re just sitting there patiently waiting for him to return when his phone buzzes on the couch, it’s been laying on his other side, screen facing downwards. Pursing your lips you stare at the device, practically burning a hole into it until you find yourself snatching it up and unlocking it. He doesn’t know you know his code and you never intended to use it but your anxiety has brought the worst out of you.

You see red instantly when you pull down the notification bar and see his latest message from someone named “G”.

G: I promise ;) miss you, can’t wait for next weekend Xx

There is no stopping from there, you open the message thread and start reading it completely ignoring how you’re violating his privacy, but it doesn’t matter when he’s been dirty talking with other women behind your back. And when you see nudes popping up on the screen, you lose it completely.

You hear him flush the toilet when you go back to his other messages and see at least three more from women saved as just one single letter, but the moment you scroll in the conversation you see more and more nudes and intimate texts popping up in front of your eyes.

“Alright, I’m back and—“

“Get the fuck out of my place,” you snap at him jumping to your feet as you throw his phone at him. Unfortunately, his reflexes are good enough that he catches it so you do no damage to him or his phone.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” he raises his phone with wide eyes that keep switching between you and his phone in his hand.

“I said get the fuck out, Duke! Before I fucking smash something on your head!” you scream at him but he doesn’t listen and tries to get closer to you, which you don’t want so you move away, keeping the couch between the two of you as a barrier. Not sure if it’s for him or for you just yet. “Go and fuck all those sluts in your phone! I don’t want to see you again!”

“Babe, I can explain, okay? Just let me—“

“I don’t want to hear it! Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops on you! I don’t want you here or in my life!”

“Y/N, you are acting crazy. Let’s just sit down and talk!”

“I’m not fucking crazy! You are if you think I want to even be in the same room as you ever again!”

You’re desperate to get rid of him so climbing over the couch you start pushing him towards the door while he keeps trying to resist you and get a hold of you, but you shake his hands off every time they make contact with your arms or shoulders.

“Stop fucking pushing me! What’s wrong with you?! You’re being very childish, let’s just have—“

“GET OUT!” You scream when you finally reach the front door and opening it you’re trying to push him out, but he is too strong, he just keeps pushing back and getting farther away from the door, the panic rising inside of you.

“Don’t fucking scream at me, Y/N. You have no idea what—“ He doesn’t get to finish his threat, because he gets pulled away from you violently and it takes a few seconds to realize what’s happening.

Harry has barged into your place and he now has Duke by the collar of his shirt, dragging him out of your apartment as your cheater (now ex) boyfriend is trying to wiggle his way out of Harry’s hold, but it seems like your neighbor is stronger than you thought.

“Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops on you! Did you not hear her scream at you?” Harry barks as he pushes Duke out to the hallway with one swift movement.

“What the—“ Duke gasps, completely feral over the fact that he was thrown, as if you haven’t just found out he’s been cheating on you. “Who do you think you are?!”

“The one who will beat the shit out of you if I see you here again. Now leave!” Harry shouts before shutting the door closed, trapping Duke outside while he and you are inside.

Harry turns around and you’re just standing there completely frozen and in shock, barely processing what just happened. He slowly walks closer but makes sure to keep some distance between the two of you in case you freak out.

“Hey, are you alright? Did he hurt you?” he asks and you’ve never heard him sound so soft and gentle. The shock is tightening your chest and tears are forming in the corners of your eyes as you finally lift your gaze to meet his. Before you could even stop yourself or think about what you’re doing, you close the gap between you and him and hug him so tight you’re crushing him, but he doesn’t complain. Instead, he wraps his arms around you, running his hands up and down your back as he holds you in his arms securely.

“It’s alright. He’s gone. And if he ever comes back I will break his arm,” he mumbles and you laugh through your tears, sniffling your nose as you try to slow your wildly beating heart down.

Harry makes you sit on the couch and he disappears for a bit to make you a tea, the warm drink definitely soothing your raging mind. He sits beside you, his eyes filled with worry as he eyes every move you make.

“You were right,” you mumble, avoiding to look at him as you talk, feeling like a complete idiot. “I saw at least four text threads with different women in his phone and they were definitely not friendly.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You didn’t deserve it.”

“I should have listened to you, but… I just didn’t want to believe someone would do this to me. I was so fucking stupid…”

“Don’t beat yourself for something that asshole did. It wasn’t your fault, alright? He’s a piece of shit,” Harry growls shaking his head.

“He had the fucking nerve to call me crazy,” you tell him, now replaying the moments before Duke got thrown out. “He was cheating on me with several women and I was crazy for being upset, how does that make sense?”

“It doesn’t,” he chuckles. “He’s a prick.”

“And now I’ll be single on Valentine’s Day, cool. I was already making plans for the two of us, but I guess I’ll just mope around here,” you sigh, letting your head fall back against the back of the couch.

“That’s what worries you the most?” Harry chuckles.

“What? It hurts! I fucking hate being alone on Valentine’s Day!” you gasp dramatically, though you know it sounds ridiculous, but it does bother you.

“Alright, then if that’s your biggest concern, I’ll take you out.”

“What?” you ask, eyes widening.

“We’re gonna have a night out on Valentine’s Day, have some fun and forget about your asshole ex.”

“Don’t you have some girl to take out?”

“Weren’t you the one who said no woman wants to be in the same room as me? Why do you think then that I have someone to take out?” he asks with a sly grin and you roll your eyes at him.

“That was just a joke.”

“I know,” he smirks. “But our plan still stands. We’ll let lose a bit.”

He keeps his word. When Valentine’s Day comes in just a few days, he shows up at your door dressed in a simple red flannel and black jeans while you chose a fully black outfit for yourself just to reflect how you truly feel about the holiday. Because all lovely couples go to restaurants and romantic places, you decide to spend the night where single people go: a nightclub.

It’s been three days since you’ve became single and you’ve seen Harry more than in the one year you’ve been neighbors. He’s checked in on you every day and even helped you running errands. He said he needed to get some stuff done for himself too, but it very much seemed like he just wanted to keep you company and it’s the sweetest thing he has ever done for you. You even sat on the roof together one time without any of you cussing the other out.

Now as you push your way into the loud club, Harry’s hand holding yours so he doesn’t lose you in the crowd, you can’t help but wonder how you would have never guessed this is how you’d be spending Valentine’s Day just about a week ago.

Harry orders two shots for each of you and a long drink to chase them down and you happily chug down the drinks, eager to feel the alcohol burning away the pain your ex caused you.

“Damn, we should have done this when you moved in!” you chuckle after another shot, your head starting to feel dizzy.

“Oh, come on, you would have never gone out with me anywhere!” Harry barks out a laugh as you grab your beer and move away from the bar. “You’ve hated my guts since day one!”

“I only hated you because you made me hate you!” you defend yourself, his grin widening as he stares down at you over his beer.

“I was just being playful, but you took it to your heart and decided you hated me.”

“You kept getting on my nerves, that’s not too playful.”

“What, you never heard that when guys like you they annoy you?” he cocks his head to the side and your smile falls as you stare back at him.

“You like me?”

“You mean, did I have an instant crush on the hot girl living next door? Absolutely. But it seemed like she hated my guts so all I had left is to annoy her and have her banging on my door every other day, shouting my hair off,” he admits chuckling.

“Shut up!” you giggle. “I thought you were fit too.”

“Really?” he smirks smugly and as someone moves past you, you get pushed against him, a small gasp slipping through your lips, Harry’s free hand coming to your lower back to steady you.

“Yeah, with your stupid handsome face and sexy tattoos, it always got me even angrier that I wanted you in my bedroom whenever you pissed me off with something.”

“You should have just asked, baby,” he grins and you bite your bottom lip, busying yourself with your beer.

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to move to the dance floor, the DJ is playing old hit songs and you’re having a blast, loving how everyone around you is just having a great time with friends or the new people they just met, not even one lovey-dovey couple in sight.

Harry is a great dancer, honestly. He doesn’t care what others might think, he just busts whatever move he wants and you’re having the time of your life. It’s not even the alcohol you consumed but Harry himself that got you forget about all the shit you had to deal with.

And now you feel like an idiot for being so mean to him all this time.

The crowd goes crazy when Time Of My Life comes on from the iconic Dirty Dancing movie, every girl is screaming and even the guys are swaying along to the song happily.

“I fucking love this song!” you scream over the music and Harry’s grin widens as the two of you move along with the crowd.

“Want to do the move?”

“What move?”

“You know, the lifting!” he says, motioning with his hands as if he was holding something up above his head.

“What? Are you crazy?” you laugh.

“Just the right amount! Come on, let’s do it!” he claps and tries to make some space for the two of you, shouting at people to move back as you watch him with amusement. “Okay, let’s do it! I’ll catch you!” he shouts and everyone around you is starting to get curious about what’s happening, some of them even pulling their phone out.

“You’re gonna drop me!”

“I won’t! Trust me!”

Your rationality is telling you not to do it, but you shove it to the back of your mind as you back away from him, creating some space for yourself to run towards him. Harry steadies himself, hands ready to catch you and when the right moment in the song comes, you leap forward.

You squeal when you jump and Harry lifts you up above his head, your legs moving around as you try to find balance, only focusing on Harry’s face that’s watching you so you don’t get too dizzy. You hear the crowd around you scream and clap as you finally straighten your legs out, a deep laughter coming from your belly as you get lost in this pure, joyous moment.

Slowly, he eases you down back to your feet, your chest pushed against him, his hands remain on your hips as you run your palms up over his chest to the base of his neck, your gaze wandering down to his delicious pink lips and you catch his eyes flickering down to yours as well.

“Do you want to go home?” you offer with a small smirk and leaning closer you place a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. He nods eagerly and taking your head he makes his way out of the club, pulling you after him, keeping you close in the sea of people.

When you finally make it outside, the two of you climb into a taxi and head home, getting a little handsy in the backseat. He circles an arm around you, his fingers dancing on your ribs as you lean against his side, hands on his thigh, gradually moving higher as you get closer to your building. Harry presses a kiss to your hairline and your eyes meet, the lights of the city flickering through his face as the car drives down the almost empty streets. A lazy smile tugs on his lips you want to taste so badly and just as you push yourself up, your nose nudging his, your lips almost brushing against his, the car stops and the driver announces that you’ve arrived.

Harry pays for the ride and you climb out of the car, hand in hand making your way up to your floor and you don’t hesitate before tugging Harry towards your door. He teasingly takes your keys out of your hand and as you press your back against your front door, he pushes up against you, blindly unlocking the door, but when you hear the lock clicking, you don’t move just yet, instead, you grab the back of his head and finally smash your lips against his.

You both moan at the same time, the long anticipated kiss is finally happening and you’re ready to devour him entirely.

Kicking the door open you stumble into your place, tangled together and giggling as you keep your lips locked and once the front door is closed, Harry wastes no time picking you up into his arms and carrying you into your bedroom. He makes you sit on the end of the bed and he stands close to you, taking your face in his palms as he runs his thumb across your cheeks. You snake your arms around his waist and under his shirt so you can feel the warmth of his skin under your touch, it makes you lose your head almost instantly.

“I want to make you feel good, Y/N. So good like your scumbag ex never did,” he murmurs and leaning down he kisses you passionately.

“That won’t be hard,” you sigh against his lips and he stops, giving you a puzzled look, so you elaborate. “He made me cum like… five times in five months,” you admit, feeling your cheeks and ears heating up.

“Wait, what? Five times in five months?”

“Yeah…” you breathe out chewing on your bottom lip.

“That’s… Y/N how the fuck did you not break up with him earlier?”

“Hey, it’s harder for some women, it might not be entirely his fault,” you shrug, but Harry is not at all satisfied with your answer.

“It was his fault and I’m gonna prove it to you. I’ll make you come three times tonight and the two times in the morning to show you he was just a piece of shit,” he growls before attacking your lips again, pushing back on the bed so he can crawl on top of you.

His words alone got your underwear drenched, but the way his hips press against yours as his tongue dominates yours, you almost come on the spot just from that. He covers your jawline and neck with hungry, sloppy kisses as his hands work up your top and he is quick to pull it off of you, your lacy black bra now mesmerizing him as he stares down at your heaving chest.

“Fuck, I have a confession,” he breathes out while you start unbuttoning his shirt, eager to get him out of it.

“Yeah? What is it?”

“I saw you once in your window only in your underwear.”

“What?” you chuckle, finally finishing with his buttons and you drag the shirt off of him as he starts explaining himself.

“I was coming home and it was already dark outside, you had the lights on but you forgot to draw the curtains in. You were wearing a pink bra and white panties, washing your teeth, I almost came in my pants just seeing you.”

“And why are you telling me this now?” you laugh, finding his word vomiting quite hilarious.

“I don’t know, you’re making me go crazy I guess,” he admits before he puts his lips into good use again, kissing you hard and he grinds his hips against yours, his bulge pressing against your needy core and you can’t help but cry out from the sensation.

“I wanted to tear your towel off of you when I climbed into your place the other day,” you confess too when he kisses down your chest, his hands kneading your breasts as he licks and bites the swell of them.

“You should have. I wanted to fuck you so badly,” he mumbles against your hot skin, one hand moving to your back to unclasp your bra and a moment later he has full access to your breasts.

“Oh fuck! Harry!” you whine as he gently bites your pebbled nipple and tugs on it, the slight pain just adding to the rush you’re going through.

“Let me see just how wet you are for me,” he mumbles as he kisses your stomach moving down your body, quick to undo your pants and tug them off of you, leaving you in only your lacy panties that match your bra, though that’s already somewhere on the floor.

Harry kisses your cunt through the fabric and you moan so loud, if he was in his bedroom he would definitely hear you, but he is right here, between your legs. He rids you of the last piece of clothes and there you are, lying completely naked in front of your hot neighbor who you hated just a week ago.

“Tell me, has your asshole of an ex ever eaten you out?” he murmurs, only kissing the inside of your thighs, the feel of his lips making you wiggle on the mattress, but he places a hand to your stomach, keeping you down.

“He didn’t like to do it,” you whine out and it’s the truth, Duke only went down on you about twice, but you have a feeling he did poorly just so you wouldn’t want him to do it again. Though he very much liked it when you used your mouth…

“You make me want to kill this dude with every detail you share about him,” he growls before he dives right in, kissing your throbbing pussy, with his hungry mouth, making you almost cry from the way he sucks on your clit and then draws circles with his tongue.

You lace your fingers through his curls and grind your hips against him as he keeps pleasuring you like no man before, you start to see stars, his name keeps falling from your tongue as a desperate plea for the release you’re chasing.

You completely lose it when he thrusts two fingers inside you, moving them in just the perfect pace as his mouth does magic on your clit.

“Harry, I’m gonna cum!” you gasp out, your limbs turning into jelly, your growing orgasm keeping your nerves in a chokehold basically and your warning just makes him go even harder.

You come on his fingers fast and hard, it’s like a lighting that strikes through your body and leaves it in pieces. Your hold on his hair tightens but it just earns you a sensual moan from him as he licks you up, letting you ride out your orgasm fully. When he climbs up your body his lips and chin is glistening from your pleasure and he looks better than ever. Leaning down he kisses you and tasting yourself on him gets you wet again even though you feel like you won’t survive another orgasm, not when you’ve been kind of in a drought for a while now.

When your hands find his ass you realize he is still wearing his pants and that just doesn’t sit right with you. Without breaking the kiss, you undo his jeans and waste no time with tugging them down along with his boxer briefs. When you finally dig your fingers into his bare ass you gasp against his lips, his hard cock springing free and smacking against your pussy.

You grab his cock wanting to feel him in your hands, squeezing and pumping him lazily as your lips nibble on his chiseled jawline, his mouth hanging open when your thumb plays with the head of his cock.

“Maybe don’t keep doing that if you don’t want me to… fucking come right now,” he chuckles nervously and you find it amusing how fast he can go from sexy and rough to cute and shy.

“Mm, wouldn’t mind it,” you tease him as he reaches for his pants he pulled off just seconds ago, grabbing a condom from his pocket. “Were you planning on this the whole time?” you grin as you watch him roll it on.

“Planning? No. Hoping? Definitely,” he grins, stealing a quick kiss before bringing his cock to your cunt, running the head up and down a few times, gathering your arousal, getting you ready for the second orgasm he promised out of the three for tonight.

“Cheeky,” you giggle, hooking your arms around his neck as he lets his body push down against yours, his weight feels comfortable and very much needed, his cock poking at your entrance teasingly.

“Are you ready for the second, baby? Or do you need some more time?” he hums, kissing your face all over, his soft lips caressing your skin gently.

“Need you inside,” you urge him, buckling your hips to show him that you want him to move. He doesn’t need more, kissing you on the lips he pushes inside you and fills you up inch by inch so perfectly, you could cry.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Y/N,” he moans, his head falling to the crook of your neck as he stays still inside you, but you need him to start moving before you lose your mind.

Pulling your legs up you open up as wide as you can, allowing him to bottom out fully and when he finally pulls his hips back and thrusts forward again, you moan so loud you’re afraid even Mrs. Fowler can hear you downstairs.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N, tell me how to make you feel the best,” he begs before his lips claim yours again, his rock hard cock gliding in at out of you so deliciously it starts a fire inside you.

Duke never really cared what felt good for you, he just assumed whatever was right for him was enjoyable for you too, but it wasn’t really the case. He liked to fuck you from behind lying on your side, but you didn’t quite enjoy it, you had to hold your leg up for way too long and you felt a bit empty that you couldn’t see him. You told him this once, he ditched the pose the next time but about a week later he was back at doing what he wanted.

He was a selfish bastard. But Harry right here… he has already done so much more than Duke, you’re afraid you’ll never be able to look at another man ever again.

“Just please let me see you,” you beg panting as you grab a handful of his luscious curls and pull him hard against your mouth, your teeth clashing as he keeps pounding into you.

“Right here, baby. I’m right here,” he murmurs, his body weighing down on yours just right, you need to feel him to keep you grounded because the way he is making you feel is definitely out of this world.

He pulls back, just enough to hook his right arm under your left leg and hike it up to his shoulder, the switch allowing him to hit a spot inside you that you never even knew existed.

“Oh my God! There! Don’t fucking stop!” you cry out, your back arching as Harry makes sure not to change anything he is doing.

Every time you said the same thing to Duke he instantly started going deeper or in a different angle and the feeling vanished into nothing in a blink of an eye. Harry knows what he is doing and he is not afraid to cooperate with you for the sake of not just his but your orgasm as well and it makes him a million times hotter if that’s even possible.

“I’m so fucking close, but I don’t want to come until you do,” he grunts before turning his head to place an open-mouthed kiss to your calf, his fingers digging into your thigh on your other leg and you’re close to bursting, just a few more… thrusts… and…

“Harry! Fuck!” you scream as the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced washes over you, every bone and muscle is shaking in your body and your vision blackens out for a few seconds.

Your walls tighten and pulses around Harry and it finishes him off fast and hard, his thrusts fall out of his rhythm and he grunts loud and raspy as he comes, his head buried in the crook of your neck and your leg slips off of his shoulder, falling to the mattress as if it wasn’t even attached to your body.

“Holy shit,” you pant when you come back to life, blinking your eyes open only to have part of your vision occupied by his unruly curls. You dig your hands into his hair and massage his scalp gently while he lies on top of you and still inside you, both of you still fighting to slow your breathing down to normal.

Several minutes later Harry finally lifts his head up, the widest lazy smile stretched across his handsome face and you can’t help but mirror it as he leans closer and locks lips with him. You’re fucked, in all sense, completely gone, but apparently, Harry is still not done yet.

“That was only two,” he mumbles against your lips. “I promised you three for tonight.”

“Harry, I think I would die from a third,” you chuckle, barely able to lift your arms up. He rolls off of you, his arms curling around you to pull you into his embrace and you happily melt against his hot body, the feeling of his naked skin sticking against yours is so soothing and gentle.

“But I always keep my word. Just trust me! I know you can do one more,” he grins before kissing you, slowly and sensually, his hands raking your back gently, squeezing and massaging your aching body he completely just destroyed.

You’re tangled up under the sheets and his tongue becomes one with yours as you keep making out, it feels so nice and soothing, you barely even notice when you hook a leg over him to get closer to him and your hips start grinding. Harry grins into the kiss, his hands moving down to your ass to pull you closer and he moves the two of you around until you have his thigh between your legs, the one with the tiger tattoo and the one you’ve definitely had dirty thoughts about when you saw him in short shorts in the summer.

“Use my thigh, baby,” he mumbles, kissing down to your throat as you settle in a comfortable position, rubbing your sensitive cunt against his hairy thigh, the friction of your movements slowly building up your third orgasm he promised you, though you’re still not convinced you’ll be able to come again.

“Fuck, you have no idea how hot you are right now, Y/N,” he gasps as you start to pick up your pace, your clit rubbing against him relentlessly and his skin is slimy from your wetness, you would have never even though about doing this with Duke, but with Harry the sky is the sky is the limit.

“Harry,” you breathe out, squeezing your eyes shut when the tension between your legs is starting to grow rapidly again.

“Look at me, baby! I want to see your beautiful eyes,” he begs you, cupping your jaw in his palm and you force yourself to open your eyes, meeting his beautiful green ones. “You’re perfect, Y/N. So fucking perfect,” he breathes out before kissing you hard as you keep grinding against his thigh.

“Harry, I’m so close,” you cry out, but you feel like your body is not letting you come for a third time even though you’re desperate.

“Come on, I know you can do it. One more, just one more!” Harry urges you, his hands coming to knead your breasts, pinching at your sensitive nipples and when he bites into your bottom lip while kissing you, the dam finally breaks.

You come repeating his name, panting and gasping for air, Harry wraps you up in his arms tightly and he whispers into your ears as you ride out the last waves of your pleasure.

“You did so good. So fucking good, Y/N. I knew you had one more for me,” he murmurs kissing into your hair.

He lays you onto the mattress next to him and you’ve turned into a ragdoll, completely numb but in the best way possible. Harry gets up and disappears in your bathroom before returning with a towel. You grunt as he cleans you up, like a whiny baby, but he just hushes you kissing your knees before taking care of the mess on himself as well. When he finally returns to bed you’re already half asleep, but when he cradles you in his arms you gladly melt against his body, inhaling his musky scent that smells like sex and some kind of spice, it’s intoxicating and you’re already obsessed. You fall asleep feeling his hands rubbing your back and arms and his lips pressed against the crown of your head.

It’s barely eight am and Harry has already made you come once. You’re convinced you won’t leave this bed in one piece, because he is definitely adamant to keep his word of giving you a second one on this fine morning.

You woke up feeling his lips all over your naked back and it didn’t take long for his gentle fingers to find their way between your legs and soon enough, you were gasping for air starting your day off with an orgasm.

“It’s like you’re obsessed with making me come,” you giggle, hooking your arms around his neck as you pull him against you in the morning bliss.

“Because I am,” he grins smugly. “You have no idea how beautiful you are when you scream my name and come on my cock… or fingers… or my tongue,” he mumbles kissing your face all over.

“Mmm, or your thigh,” you add and he nods smirking.

Just when things are about to take up a notch, someone starts pounding on your front door.

“Y/N! It’s me! Let me in, we need to talk!”

You both freeze hearing Duke’s voice coming from outside, the banging continuing as you stare at each other.

“I’ll take care of it,” Harry then announces and gets out of the bed in all of his naked glory and you sit up alerted as he grabs his boxer briefs from the floor, putting them on though his erection is pretty evident through the fabric.

“Harry! You’re gonna answer the door like that?!” you gasp, holding the covers to your chest and he just winks at you before making his way to the front door.

As he opens it and reveals Duke standing there, it takes for your ex to realize what he is seeing.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Duke spats at him, but it doesn’t faze Harry at all. Instead, he simply leans against the doorframe, pretending like it’s a normal thing to answer the door with his dick rock hard.

“Y/N can’t come to the door, she’s busy. What do you want?”

“I want you out of my girlfriend’s apartment!” Duke barks, but Harry just laughs at his ridiculous attempt at dominating the situation.

“She is mine now. And if I were you, I would take the remainder of my pride and leave, because I made her come in one night almost as many times as you did in five months. Cheers, mate,” he nods and Duke is so shocked by his answer he doesn’t even move as Harry shuts the door at his face.

“I can’t fucking believe you!” you gasp when he returns and quickly gets rid of his underwear before getting into bed with you again.

“What? I told him the truth!” he chuckles before rolling on top of you. “Now, how do you want your fifth orgasm?” he hums, nibbling on your bottom lip.

“Just get your wonderful dick inside me already,” you moan impatiently and Harry is quick to please you.

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kiwitsayedsugar · 2 years

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Fic recs

Hi everyone!

So this post is basically the "I've read this before but can't remember the name of the fic or the author" post. Basically, I decided to make a "fic rec" where I put all of the prompts, blurbs, fic, masterlists and authors that I loved and could just read them over and over again for the rest of my life.

Hook, Line and Sinker. By @adore-styles

Hard times By @finerllines

Harry and Y/N are best friends and Y/N isn’t his “type” ( or so she’s heard) By @jawllines

Harry uses Y/N as his model for his art final By @jawllines

MASTERLIST By @erodasfishtacos (literally all of her AU's are so fucking good!!! her writing is PHENOMENAL)

Bad Mothers Raise Sad Children By @meet-me-in-the-kitchen

and i can’t give that to you. By @meetevieinthehallway

just one more. By @meetevieinthehallway

couldn’t lose you. still can’t. By @meetevieinthehallway

my muse. By @meetevieinthehallway

. Something In The Water By @meet-me-in-the-kitchen

Best I Ever Had By @meet-me-in-the-kitchen

Santa Baby By @meet-me-in-the-kitchen

Another World By @sunflowerstache

The Friendship Test By @sunflowerstache

Sweet Creature By @theasstour

Take it Slow By @atlafan

Office Neighbors By @atlafan

He Does the Cooking By @atlafan

Sweet As Honey By @signofthebarnes

In The Shadows By @signofthebarnes

My Girl By @heyyyharry

Flatmate By @heyyyharry

Te Esperé By @gucciwins

Are You Happy? By @gucciwins

Breakout Room By @gucciwins

Always Be Your Friend By @gucciwins

Cherry Flavoured Conversations By @sushistyless

Twirls of love By @sushistyless

Hormones By @stylesunchained

"I just told you that I liked you..." By @mixed-with-intellect

cabin fever By @adorehs

For the Rest of My Life By @thebigbutterflytattoo

𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒕 𝒖𝒑 By @kissme-hs

𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑶𝒌𝒂𝒚 By @kissme-hs

Me, Her And The Moon By @hstyles-1994

Mr “I’m So Good At Everything” By @hstyles-1994

Where The Heart Is By @harry-writings

A Better Place By @harry-writings

Broken Promises By @harry-writings

Mute By @harry-writings

The Break Up By @harry-writings

TO TRUST IN YOU By @onefineangel

WHISPERED SECRETS By @onefineangel

AS YOU HELD ONTO ME By @for-fucks-sake-h

Jealously By @stylesmygucci

I promise By @givemesomeboobies

Fiancé!Harry goes to marriage counselling By @bfharry

Desert By @bfharry

42 hours By @sunflowervolvimp3

Where The Years Began by @eternal-imagines

You can check out this new fic rec I did :)

Happy reading!

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tinydestinybear · 2 years

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Truly Yours

Summary: Falling in love is not once, it’s over and over again. There’s laughter, confusion, joy, suffering and contentment, but with the same man. (Prompt: Reminiscing on favorite memory/memories)

Pairing: Harry Styles x Female!Reader

Genre: fluff and a pinch of angst

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: cursing, kissing - let me know if I missed something!

A/N: This is my part in the Our Dearest Valentine collab. It’s finally here!!!! Big thanks to caty @thebigbutterflytattoo for including me in this! I hope you all enjoy reading! Let me know your favourite lines/ parts and come talk to me - I would love that!!! 💛

ONE.

It’s a memory that Harry and you often look back to - how it all began.

It’s a fine afternoon when you are making some pre-designed bouquets. Being a florist brings comfort to you - growing flowers and seeing them grow makes you feel like a proud parent, knowing more about each flower’s significance intrigues you.

Just on time when you finish setting up the last bouquet, the bells ring and your head turns towards the door. When you look up to greet the customer “Welcome!,” you see a face of chiselled perfection.

He's got to be the most incredibly handsome guy you've ever seen! Looking like in his early twenties wearing a floral print shirt paired with white jeans. You can’t help but admire his beautiful face and scan down his wide chest and shoulders.

As you walk towards him, you see how his eyes twinkle. It makes you nervous and you’re not sure why.

”How may I help you?” Your voice is welcoming, a radiant smile on your face.

“I was looking for some flower sets you may have,” Harry says, looking around as the fresh aroma of the flowers hits his senses. Harry is that one person who’ll bring the prettiest bouquets whenever he’s visiting someone, no matter if it’s his thousandth time visiting, it’s just his thing.

As you guide him through your collection, there's a hint of smile on his lips as he continues staring at you. He knows it, knows what his favourite flowers are, knows what he wishes to buy but he listens to you.

He had earlier decided to visit the new florist boutique down the lane, considering how these days he couldn’t find just one florist who could explain their sets just as perfectly as florists used to earlier do but now that he sees you share so much love for your creations, there’s this overwhelming feeling of wanting to be with you. There is a simplistic beauty to the arrangements you’ve made, giving a personal touch to each one.

“These are my favourite!” Eyes glimmering as you hold out the lilies in one hand for him. “You should buy these!”

It’s his head dipping back slightly as he chuckles at your excitement that fills you with a certain joyful calmness. You know you just met him, but something inside you wishes to do nothing but make him smile again, sue you.

From then on, he starts visiting often - seeking tips from you for his plants, talking about new variations. Every visit, Harry comes with a new flower of his own creation - sometimes a rose, sometimes a marigold. It becomes so natural that you’d wait for the bells to chime for him. By the end of the month, you have a collection of different bright flowers you saved just for yourself to look at.

The way he makes bouquet sets with you while you talk about anything and everything - learning about each other’s interests you hadn’t known before, the way he always brings his little plants to show you their progress and the way a blush would spread across his cheeks whenever you’d compliment him gives you this desire to just spend all your days with him by your side.

You know you have a crush on him by the end of the month as you feel it burst out of your chest each progressing day. Things turn out well when one day as you stand by Harry, he explains the flowers in his hands while admiring them, Amaranths.

“Did you know they symbolise unfading love?”

Your faces are inches apart when he turns to face you. You feel like running away, but when you feel Harry’s thumb softly rub against your bottom lip, all thoughts disappear away. Your face involuntarily tilts upwards before you feel his lips kissing yours softly.

TWO.

The first few weeks Harry’s a fool for you yet even now you can’t deny the butterflies you get around him. You remember feeling scared that it wouldn’t work - that maybe Harry would get bored of you constantly talking about your interests, particularly in nature. But the more time you spend with him, you grow to know him - how he plans out outings for you both, how much he likes seeing you adore his gifts.

You feel grateful to have a partner who shares the same interests as you.

It warms your heart whenever he proposes to go to a countryside nursery with you. While it does take you sometime to drive to the countryside, you’d never trade it for anything else. It’s just so serene - the sun shining while giving the sky a golden paint, the winds ruffling your hair as you open the windows. You have a light smile on your face when you look at Harry. When he feels your eyes on him, he’s returning your smile before slightly petting down your hair with one hand and asking, “What’s the matter, love?” And you just shake your head before moving to leave a kiss on his cheek because he’s just so pretty.

What even more surprises you is at the beginning, Harry isn’t used to making things like you are but when he sees you wearing a flower crown, he is determined to learn to make them just for you. You’re so proud to see his progress, even more when you see him adore his creations. He would be there with you on weekends while you would do your chores and he’d come to you with a confused look, “Am I doing this, right?”

“Can’t believe you did this for me,” You cry out when he shows you his first one, fingers tracing over the little roses he attached. He places it over your head, before muttering, “My Queen” and softly kissing you in the warm corners of your boutique.

You definitely place all the crowns in a special section.

THREE.

But there were some times when you both fought like any other couple did and today was one of those days. It had been a long day at the boutique since you’d received a great order for a marriage scheduled this weekend and you had wanted nothing more than to cuddle by your partner’s side.

The evening however started with you breaking a pot you and Harry had both planted accidentally before you had cut yourself on one finger while trying to fix it back.

Harry had come running down the stairs with panicked eyes when he saw you and his gaze shifted to your bleeding finger, before helping you bandage it up and cleaning the broken pieces of the pot. He’d left you after that - as if disappointed to see your first creation gone. But he’d forget that you could create multiple more together.

And to top it all off, he had not been able to give his best at a presentation the week before which led to some of his seniors being disappointed. Despite your attempts to calm and motivate him to do his best next time, he continued worrying about how bad he messed up. As much as you know him, you feel maybe there’s something more, something he’s not sharing with you.

The next day when you go to him in his study to coax him into going for a picnic, which could make him feel better because it often does, he rather decides to lose his patience with you.

“I’m fine,” He insists, “I’ll be fine.”

“Love, please I’m here for you.. We’ll go and relax under the sun, it’ll help you.”

“I said I’ll be fine! You’re supposed to fucking leave the topic,” Harry hisses.

“You’re joking right? It’s been days, you haven’t told me what’s up. Am I supposed to see you drown yourself in these thoughts?” You say before letting out a sigh and accepting defeat, “Alright, I’ll just fucking leave it.”

“Fuck- quit nagging me, will you?” He says.

Harry knows he’s messed up when you don’t say anything back and turn away going back to your room so he doesn’t see your eyes water.

⏤

Just when you’re about to go to sleep after doing your skin care night routine, Harry is standing at the bedroom door, “Can I hug you?” he asks, walking towards you with outstretched arms. “Please, baby, say something.”

“I don’t know what to say,” You say as you step close in his arms. You want to know what troubles him these days and help him in any way you could. Just as much he helps you find comfort by talking with him, you wish to do the same. “This isn’t just about your presentation, so don’t lie to me. What is it?”

He pauses for a while collecting his thoughts before speaking, “I just…feel stuck and like…inadequate. I just want to be a boyfriend you can be proud of. I’m sorry I yelled at you earlier.”

“H,” You hold his face in your hands, “It’s okay and I’m sorry for pushing you too but I felt like you just needed to let it all out. I’m very much proud of you but I wish that you would be proud of yourself too. If you want to take a break from work, we’ll do it. I’ll always be proud of you no matter what,” before pulling him in a hug - holding each other close.

Fights like these do not make you mad for long because you both find your way back to each other. You mean it when you tell him you are glad he came down to buy the flower set that day. No one else in the world can stand in his place in your life. In this life, and the next.

FOUR.

It might have been unanticipated but once when you had stayed over at Harry’s place after his parents had dropped by for an evening dinner, Harry felt bewitched watching you move naturally in his home library, looking for a book you wanted to read while talking about something under the warm lights of the room. It was at moments like these that led him to have thousands of thoughts, it was as if you both were accustomed to be a part of your homes as much as the other was.

Clothes, day to day used products, skin care products even your toothbrush were mixed at each other’s place. You’d spend mornings and nights, recommending each other new things while one of you was making food and the other was cleaning up the house, while you’re in the shower and he’s outside shaving - it had become habitual to leave traces behind of your stay that made your homes even more personally cozy, each corner collected with memories.

When Harry would look around his home, he could see - you making breakfast while he made you some coffee, the endless nights when you’d both snuggle close and watch movies, crazily dancing around while doing karaoke without any worries, the mess you’d both make when you’d try doing a concert of your own.

"Move in with me,” Harry was finally able to ask what had been going around in his head after so long.

You had instantly stopped talking and put the book aside on the table, eyes wide, “What?"

He walked closer towards you, warm green eyes staring into yours with a light smile on his face, holding your hands in his as he repeated, "Would you like to move in with me?"

At an instant, you had jumped on him, wrapping your legs around his waist, “..Oh my God! Yes! Yes!”

"Let's make this the brightest golden house ever!" You had said before leaving happy, loud kisses on his mouth that made him eventually let out giggles. He eventually sat down on the couch with you on his lap as you shared a calmer kiss until he stopped with a light kiss on your forehead and said against your lips, "Stay with me for a long time, Y/N."

FIVE.

It’s literal heaven growing plants with Harry.

You find it very adorable when you spot him talking to the plants whenever you’re not around. And to see him take every step very meticulously - checking the planting seeds before so that if he finds even a single thing wrong he’ll go back to the shop where he bought it from to making sure he waters them just the right amount - makes you wonder sometimes whether he’s just a carbon replica of yours.

And when I say he’s dedicated, he totally has a playlist which you both collectively made playing in the background while you both are spending the time in the garden at your home. By the end of the afternoon, he has you in his arms, slow dancing to the soft music because he’s never turning down an opportunity to have you in his arms. You stay there lightly swaying as you enjoy being close to each other, wishing you could freeze time so you could stay like this forever.

SIX.

It seemed as if Harry liked to do everything unexpectedly. Which is why when he presents a flower crown similar to the very first one he made three years back, you don’t expect a ring attached to a thread with it.

“So… will you?”

It’s utter silence all around. Despite feeling a little surprised you feel ... calm. Except, perhaps, Harry, whose thoughts continue to jump from fear to embarrassment. Did he mess up? This is bad. God, he didn’t even think of this possibility-

But when he sees you remove the ring from the thread attached with the crown, his heart beats a little faster, “Is that a… yes?”

“Did you think I was going to say no?”

He’s quick to stand up and take your hand before putting the ring onto your finger. “I love you,” You can’t help but admire the ring as you look up at your now- fiancé.

“I love you too, m’love.”

It’s nothing special but it’s just the way you like as you watch the sunset from your garden, back resting on Harry’s chest. “Back when we first met,” you say, “I was so nervous to talk to you. I noticed you as soon as you walked in. Floral print shirt, white jeans. It was as if I couldn’t set my thoughts aside at first.”

Harry has an amused face before he says, “I’m so glad I came by. I don’t even want to imagine what my life would be like if we hadn’t met.”

Falling in love with you came naturally - Harry loves that all of his joy comes with seeing you by his side. He’ll take care of you. He always will.

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dontworrysunflower · 2 years

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Begin Again | h.s.

a/n: little valentine’s day post! thank you cat ( @thebigbutterflytattoo ) for starting such a cute writing event our dearest valentine check out all of the other writing there!!! this isn’t as great as i’d like it to be, i suddenly came down with covid last week and i couldn’t work on it like i would have liked to, but i hope do good!

warnings: angst, cliche coffee shop encounters

word count: 1.7k

masterlist | our dearest valentine

enjoy!! feedback/ reblogs are appreciated especially now with tags being stupid

gif credit: @harryisart

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I’m here x

She stood in front of the restaurant eagerly, her foot swiftly tapping against the concrete floor. She looks around the crowded parking lot, peering at each couple walking by her, looking for a specific head of auburn hair. She toys with the rings on her fingers nervously, her heart wistfully calming down after every time a stranger walks by.

Her foot slows down its tapping, her ruby tainted lips turning down in a frown with each passing minute.

“Maybe he’s just late.” She mumbled under her breath, politely smiling at another couple walking past her and opening the door to the restaurant, the hairs on the back of her neck lifting from the cool air whooshing out from inside.

She looks down at her phone, hooping for an explanation text, maybe an apology.

Nothing.

He hasn't even read the message. It’s still on delivered.

She was losing her patience.

She should be in there, smiling to her heart's content on the day of love. She could hold his hand across the table, maybe he would kiss her hand, he could even surprise her with flowers.

He’s done it before, even on the most random days.

Arthur, the guy she had been seeing for two months, had been really sweet. When he first asked her out, he had a shy smile and a tint coloring his cheeks. On their first date, he spilled wine on himself. He was so embarrassed and started rambling nervously, but she had just kissed his cheek and thought it was cute. And it was this sweet for a while.

Until it wasn’t.

She couldn’t exactly pinpoint where it all went wrong. It was just like a slip of a switch. He was colder and too comfortable for so early on in a relationship.They never even made it official. He was short-tempered, vicious and just plain mean. But she wanted to give him a chance.

She never had a lot of romance in her life, and she thought that whatever she was going through with him was just a really steep hill she was trying to climb. It had been a while since they went on a date, so when he asked if she was free on Monday –Valentine’s day– for a date, she was ecstatic. She thought that this was the day they would make it official, they would be boyfriend and girlfriend by the end of the night.

All that excitement had dwindled into sadness and pity for herself.

She takes in a shaky breath before gathering up the courage and will to walk away from the entrance of the restaurant, hurrying to her car, tears streaking down her cheeks. Her hands gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white from how tight she was holding it. She leaned her head on her arms in front of her, her eyes squeezed shut to keep the tears from falling. Her bottom lip trembled and goosebumps arose on her skin from the chill February air. She purses her lips to suck in a breath, her shoulders gaining composure before she sits back up, leaning her head all the way back and blinking her tears away.

She turns her keys in the ignition stoically, her seat vibrating under her as her car revs up to life. She pulls out of the parking spot and drives away with no place in mind.

She could go home, wash off the pity and drink her problems away, maybe cry a little. She could watch classic rom coms, maybe complain that all of the heartfelt confessions and industrial New York apartments weren’t hers. But even that was too pathetic for her. She could try calling him, just to see if he was okay, it could have been all a misunderstanding.

Before she could make up her mind, striped umbrellas and a bright blue door caught her eye. The bright yellow chairs, filled by couples – of course– sat under the umbrellas. The couples sat close together to keep warm from the cold air, their shoulders hunched as they laughed and ate and kissed. She wanted to gag.

But she turned the street anyway, slowing down by the edge of the sidewalk, parking a little off to the side of the brightly colored exterior. She craned her neck, looking for a sign above the door.

Beachwood Café.

She sighed before opening her car door, slipping through before shutting it behind her, her thumb pressing on her keys to hear the familiar click of the car locking.

She steps up onto the sidewalk, side eyeing the couples as she walks past them to the blue door, pulling it open to feel the warmth she thought she wouldn’t feel today.

The smell of coffee and pastries tingles her nose, the inside of the restaurant much brighter than its exterior. There’s succulents by the door and up against the patterned wall. The wooden furniture sits on a checkered blue and yellow floor. There are people sprinkled around the room, some alone, others with company. She stepped farther into the restaurant, a sign by the entrance catching hrt attention. Please seat yourself. She adjusts her bag on her shoulder before turning the corner, finding an empty table by a window, your eyes watching the tree branches dance in the winter air.

“Hello.” A young girl caught (Y/N)’s attention. A yellow apron is wrapped around their waist, their blonde hair tied in a ponytail. She placed down a laminated paper on the table, leaning back and flashing a smile. “Here’s a menu, take your time browsing. Can I get you started with a drink?”

(Y/N) gave her a polite smile. “Um, just some water for now. Thank you.” The waitress shuffles away. She flicks the corner of the menu as she looks through the options. She purses her lips, her eyes scanning the large page.

“Here’s your water. I’ll be back in a few for your order.”

(Y/N) nods gratefully, taking the sweating glass to her lips. As she swallowed the last bit of the cool beverage down her throat, she studied the restaurant, the vibrant colors of the floors and walls bouncing around in her brain. There’s slight chatter and the banging of pans from behind the counter. Coffee machines whir loudly as they brew more of the caffeine. There’s soft instrumental music playing in the speakers, tying up this cute little surprise like a bow.

It’s a lively little place. I like it, she thought.

She finds herself smiling, actually smiling for the first time that day. She shuffled in her seat, examining the place further.

The color green catches her attention. There’s a lot of it.

The flourishing plants by the door and scattered around the restaurant, long vines leaning over the metal counter. The surfboards in the wallpaper are green, almost like an olive green. There’s also geometric mountains on the wall, filling it with more colors, like blues and reds.The leaves on trees outside the window by her seat, flailing around in her vision in the unforgiving wind. His eyes.

Oh.

His eyes. The greenest of them all. The most vibrant.

She couldn’t look away. Not that she wanted to. The emerald of his eyes were surrounded by pale, milky skin. She noticed his eyelashes when he blinked. The falling sun bounced off the gold flecks of his eyes and brightened his skin, showing a light pink tint to his cheeks. She then noted his hair. By the amount of times he ran his fingers through it, he probably thought it was his best feature. His dark curls shaped his face beautifully, one strand falling in the bridge of his nose. Then came his lips, oh, his lips. They were the most impossible pink, like he had kissed some pigmented frosting, and they had stained his lips forever. They turned up in a coy smile. His hand was at his chin, the pointer and middle pressing against his lips, the others curling down under his chin.

He’s cute.

Stop. You just weeped over another failed relationship. You can’t possibly be checking out someone else already.

She takes in his face one more time, wanting to remember his forest eyes that were looking at her.

Wait.

Looking. At. Her.

She rips her eyes away from him. Her fingers nervously tap against the wooden table, her face scorching up in embarrassment.

She swears she can hear him chuckle at her before the waitress comes around and starts speaking. “Have you decided what you would like?”

(Y/N) looked away from her as she gave her the order, handing her the menu haphazardly and mumbling a thank you.

She shielded her face from him, her elbows pressing against the table.

Where is she with that food?

She pulled out her phone to distract herself, just swiping through her home screen and opening and closing apps.

It felt like hours before the waitress came back with her food, one large plate balancing on her arm, a smaller one in her other hand. “Here you go! Hope you enjoy it. And this came from the gentleman over there.” The plates clank against the table as she placed them down, her head slightly nodding towards the man she was admiring earlier. The waitress wipes her hands on her apron with a knowing, teasing smile on her face.

“Oh.” She croaked out, her face burning up again.

“He’s a good one. Very sweet and generous. Here a lot. I say go for it.” She winked before walking away.

She was left with her mouth agape, a racing mind, and heart shaped cookies with jelly in the middle. A napkin was tucked under it, scribbling peeking from under the dessert.

She knew he was probably watching her every move. He watched as she pulled the napkin and read the message.

Didn’t mean to scare you away - H

A smile tried to pull at her lips, but she had food to eat, and she didn’t want it to get cold.

She ate silently, avoiding her gaze from his general area. She was probably giving off the wrong message, but if he was like any other man, he would probably keep trying until he got a definitive answer.

And she was right.

Because when she finished her meal, her waitress already brought her the bill. She was reaching around in her purse for her wallet when she heard shuffling above her, the seat in front of her screeching backwards. She looked up bewilderedly, seeing the emerald eyed man sitting right in front of her, a soft smile on his lips.

“I’m Harry.”

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hunflowers · 2 years

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Lovers Quarrel

A/N: hello lovers, get ready for a bit of pain. i am the queen of heartbreak after all. this was honestly so hard to write because i don’t imagine my surfer babies to ever fight but it had to be done rip. anywho, this is for my lovely @thebigbutterflytattoo, cat my dear, her writing challenge extravangza. i’m so happy to be a part of it, even if under these circumstances.

as always, good luck and have fun, in that order *nose boops*

Y/N hugged her pillow close to her chest as she let out the most gut-wrenching cry her body could produce. Her body was shaking violently - nearly as bad as when she had her anxiety attacks.

When she woke up the bright and beautiful day of Valentine’s day, she never would’ve expected the way it ended. From a bubbly, bright, taken girl to a messy, crying, single girl. Or at least she believes she is.

It started like any other day with her in Harry’s arms, waking up in accordance with the February sun. Her body was sore from the night before - from multiple physical activities but the most punishing being the night-surfing she and her friends engaged in.

Kalani and AJ thought it would be a good idea. “A little bit of adventure in this drab world,” they said. Y/N didn’t know what was so drab, but now she knew.

It was 7:01 AM when Y/N’s eyes fluttered open. She found it hard to believe that after the night she had she could still wake up early. But she knew it was futile trying to go back to sleep, so she stretched her body and looked at the sleeping body next to her. He hummed, pulling her closer. “Try t’go back t’sleep, babe.”

“You know I can’t,” she whispered back. But she didn’t make a move to officially get out of bed, instead pushing back the fallen hairs on his forehead and planting a kiss to the tip of his nose.

At this, Harry groaned, pouting his lips. “Well, don’t be a tease. C’mon give me a proper kiss on the lips.”

“Don’t you think I kissed you enough last night?” She giggled, her naked leg wrapping around his own.

Harry peaked one eye open in a squint, giving her a very questionable look or rather the best he could in his sleepy state. “You’re not serious, right?”

Y/N shrugged, giving him another kiss on the nose. “I think you’ve had enough to last for the week, to be honest.”

Before she could fully comprehend what was happening, Harry rolled over on top of her, trapping her between his warm body and the warm mattress. All of a sudden the room raised a total of ten degrees making Y/N begin to sweat. Or maybe it was the fact that her boyfriend’s naked body was pressing against her own in a sensual way that made her body feel like it was on fire. Or maybe they landed in one of the rings of Hell with how scorching the bed felt.

“Oh yeah, is that right? Listen here, baby, you’ve got two choices. Either you put your lips on mine, or I make sure you don’t walk for the week.” His eyes were fixated on hers while his hips humped into her core, feeling just how much she didn’t want to kiss him. He obviously knew she was joking, but now he knew just how desperate she was even after last night.

Y/N couldn’t deny that. There was just something about Harry that caused a mess in her underwear nearly every day.

And just like that, in nearly one swift motion, his lips were on hers and his hips were flush against her, burying him to the hilt.

Y/N was able to fall asleep again but it only lasted a little over an hour. She eventually got up to take a shower but she chose to leave Harry in bed, letting him sleep. He was a morning person but even he likes his sleep once in a while; Y/N on the other hand has managed to live off of a max of four hours.

They had plans to go out with Kalani and AJ for the day as a double date but she wasn’t entirely sure where they’d be going.

As Y/N was shampooing her hair, she couldn’t help but think about Harry and how much she loved him. She used to compare him to her ex, and the different levels of love she experienced with him versus Harry and eventually she realized it wasn’t comparable.

Harry is almost like a different breed of human. The love she held in her body for him was something unmeasurable no matter what day of the year it was. She couldn’t believe how lucky she had gotten with him. Most days he felt like a dream and she was hoping no one would ever pinch her to wake her up.

It seemed like both of their lives were made up of a doughy, creamy dreamworld. For the last year and a half there hasn’t been a single discrepancy to shake them. In fact things only seemed to be looking up.

Coming to mind immediately was the day their lives changed forever — more specifically, Harry’s.

They heard rumors of Harry getting a sponsor. It was floating around the beaches they went to, it was whispered amongst people that saw them. A lot of them questioned why it was him getting the sponsor and not Y/N. It didn’t matter to Y/N because she would be happy either way.

One night, while Harry was sleeping, Y/N took it upon herself to check his emails. Almost like it was a big red button, their was an email from Hurley and Y/N clicked it.

They had an inquiry to sponsor Harry during the next season of competitions. Y/N gasped, slapping her hand over her mouth so she didn’t wake him. He deserved the surprise.

A week or so later, Harry got a phone call. Y/N insisted he answer but he thought it was spam. Though, after pressing him further to answer it, because it seemed like she knew something, he picked up the phone.

She told him to put it on speaker, which he did with a questioning look. When she heard, “Hi Harry, this is Sam from Hurley,” a big smile broke out onto her face that was hard to contain. Harry was lost out of his mind.

Then the news broke and the heavens broke free.

Y/N’s jaw dropped before she squealed in glee and jumped into Harry’s arms, adrenaline pumping through her veins from the sense of pride that washed through her. Getting a sponsorship was like winning the jackpot, but to get Hurley as your sponsor is another level of euphoria.

Harry was feeling that same bubble gut feeling like when Y/N agreed to go on that first date with him. He has conditioned the feeling to evoke when he gets what he dreams of. The girl of his dreams followed by the job of a lifetime; Nothing could get better than this.

And it didn’t.

In fact, it got worse.

Like Y/N, Harry didn’t imagine his Valentine’s day to go like this. When he woke up in unison with his girlfriend who woke up in unison with the sun, all he felt in his belly was that bubble gut feeling. He loves her everyday, but especially on her birthday, his birthday, and the aforementioned day of love.

Harry heard her in the shower that morning. The sound of the running water beating against the tile made him creak his eyes open and see that his girlfriend was out of bed. He reached behind himself to grab his phone and saw that it was just a little past nine in the morning. He figured now was as good a time as any to get up.

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, stretching and yawning before finding his footing and standing up. He walked over to the dresser to take out a new pair of briefs before sauntering over to the bathroom and allowing himself in. Y/N didn’t mind when she heard the door open, in fact peaking her head out past the shower curtain to give Harry a small smile. “Good morning, Sleepyhead.”

Before long, he joined her. But she was pretty much done with her shower. She kissed him once before stepping out and grabbing her towel. She noticed there wasn’t one for him so she left to get one from the closet before coming back and leaving it on the towel rack.

While she was getting dressed, Harry’s phone began to ring. At first she thought nothing of it and thought to herself that she was going to tell him as soon as she got her pants up her legs. But then it stopped ringing and two seconds later began to ring again.

Curiosity always kills the cat.

She walked over to his side of the bed and searched for the device buried under the covers. When she picked it up, it stopped ringing again. But as soon as she was about to put it down, the screen lit up with another call, the caller being his mother.

It all started to happen extremely fast. Harry walked out of the bathroom, rubbing the towel ferociously on his hair, saying, “Is that m’phone?”

Y/N, who for some reason felt like she had been caught red-handed, said, “I didn’t want to pry, but your mother keeps calling you.”

Harry’s heart began to pump just a little bit faster. “Were you gonna answer it?” He asked, walking towards her and snatching his phone aggressively from her hands. It began to ring again and he ignored it.

“What? No, I was going to give it to you. It seems urgent.” Y/N’s heart began to feel a little weak. They don’t fight. Never in a big way at least. But Y/N sensed this was going to be something more than it needed to be because his family was involved. It’s very rare that Harry mentions his family, for a reason unbeknownst to Y/N. She doesn’t pry because she knows from experience how difficult something private can be to talk about.

Instead of answering her, he walked out of the room with his phone to his ear, snapping a, “Hello?” to the caller and slamming the bedroom door closed behind him. Y/N wasn’t sure what to do. Does she walk after him? Does she stay here? Does she pretend that he isn’t mad at her?

Slipping on a t-shirt and stepping out of the bedroom, Y/N carefully listened to see where he was in his apartment. She believed him to be in the living room so she quietly went to the kitchen to try and make a small breakfast for them. She didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but even with his soft voice, she could hear just small tidbits of his conversation.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Didn’t I have the right to know?”

“I don’t know, Mum.”

“I’ll see you soon, yeah.” And then that was it. Y/N didn’t hear any movement for a while. She tried to make herself sound busy so Harry wouldn’t question her or snap at her again, but by the sound of his voice by the end of the call, whatever his mother called about didn’t seem to be good.

Just when she put the bacon on the pan, she heard Harry say, “I know y’were listening.”

Turning the heat off of the stove, Y/N stepped out of the kitchen and peaked into the living room, seeing Harry already looking her way. “M’sorry I snapped at you. Will you please come here?”

His voice sounded steady but Y/N could hear little cracks, almost like he wanted to cry. She sat down next to him and almost immediately he took her in his arms, burying his face in the crook of her neck. They sat like this for some time before he said, “M’granddad passed. Apparently he’s been in the hospital for a while and... and no one bothered to tell me.”

Y/N held Harry a little tighter. “I’m so sorry, Harry.”

Harry pulled himself back, leaving only his arm around her waist. Y/N could see the gloss in his eyes as he tried his hardest to not breakdown into a million tears. “He was my best friend growing up. We would do everything together because m’parents were always working or with their friends. When I told him I was leaving to start surfing, he’s the one who drove me to the airport.”

“He sounds like an amazing man,” Y/N murmured, reaching her hand up to touch his cheek and swipe the one tear that fell from his eye.

“He was,” he nodded before getting up and heading back to the bedroom. Probably to put on some clothes but Y/N couldn’t deny the pain in her body thinking he just wanted to be away from her.

This time she chose not to follow, instead finishing up breakfast. It was a while before she heard Harry come out. His food was probably cold now. He cleared his throat behind her, making her turn around. He didn’t look like himself compared to earlier in the morning. He looked like a lesser version of himself, and for good reason.

Y/N missed her oozy, pink sunset that was warm and bright.

“I... um, I’ve got a flight for tonight,” he started, glancing at the plate of food set for him but not further acknowledging it. He usually loves when she cooks for him, ranting and raving how no one is as good as his girl. “You’re more than welcome to stay here while I’m gone, I’ll leave a key.”

Y/N only stared at him. She wasn’t properly processing everything he was saying. All she was fully understanding was that he was going by himself.

“Wait, shouldn’t I go with you? You don’t have to go through this alone,” Y/N tried to reason but Harry wasn’t hearing any of it. The only person he ever wanted Y/N to meet from his family was his granddad and this certainly wasn’t the circumstance he was imagining. It was better he did this alone.

Harry shook his head. “I can’t take you with me, Y/N. It’s better I go by myself.”

“Look, before me you said you’re better off alone. I know you, H, you don’t do well by yourself. This is a hard situation and I am so sorry it’s happened-”

“No. Okay? My answer is no.” He looked at the plate of food one more time before walking away again. This time Y/N followed him purposely.

“Harry-” she tried again but was cut off a second time.

“Jesus, Y/N what’s so hard to understand? I know you’ve dreamed of meeting my family but I’m not letting that happen. They didn’t even care to tell me that my grandfather was in the hospital, you think they’re gonna like you? They hate my job and they hate the life I live so they’re going to hate you too. End. Of. Story.” He was on the brink of yelling, something Y/N never experienced aimed towards her. She’s seen him yell at other surfers or other men that try to hit on her, but never at herself.

Not knowing what to say, Y/N’s mouth opened and closed as if she had something to say but just couldn’t push it out of her mouth.

Hate her? Is that what he really thought? She understands that there’s always been a reason for him to not talk about his family, but she never would’ve guessed this was why. And now when she thinks back on all of the times his mother or father called him when they’re together, she realizes he never once mentions her and most times he walks away probably so they couldn’t hear her.

After her accident, she’s had a hard time with self-image and self-love but Harry helped her through all of that. She’s a good person and she always thought when she’d get to meet them, they’d love her and accept her and maybe start to accept Harry’s new life. Y/N always known that Harry’s relationship with his family wasn’t something she was meant to fix, but maybe she could’ve helped with the pain. Now she’s not so sure.

She’s not even sure how to fix their own relationship right now.

She doesn’t want to stay in his apartment without him and she noticed that he never mentioned when he’d be back. Grief is a process that differs among every person but Y/N knows he doesn’t want to spend any more time in England than he has to. Yet he hasn’t said anything else.

Harry pulled his suitcase out from the hallway closet, carrying it to the room. “I have to start packing. I’ll ask AJ if he can take me to the airport.”

Y/N’s heart sank. She feels nearly like she did when she almost died. It’s that same gut wrenching feeling of watching the sky turn darker and darker as she sinks lower and lower.

“Okay,” was all she could bring herself to say. She couldn’t bear to be there any longer. She wanted to give him a goodbye kiss she wished he would hug her again but she kept her space.

She didn’t ask for a key as she put on her shoes and grabbed her purse. She didn’t wait for him to call out and ask her to stay. She knew he wouldn’t so she respected his space and left.

When Y/N got home, her parents wondered if everything was okay. It was Valentine’s and with the way that Harry and Y/N are loved up, they didn’t expect to see their daughter at all. Y/N didn’t beat around the bush, saying he had to leave to see his family but he didn’t want her to come so she’s home.

She wasn’t necessarily angry, just sad. A little heartbroken. Scratch that: mostly heartbroken.

That’s why she laid in bed for the rest of the night, crying into her pillow.

Harry didn’t come back home for a while. Home. Maybe this wasn’t his home anymore. Maybe his heart moved on.

They went from speaking every day, being in each other’s presence every other day to no calls or texts for nearly a month.

There was no doubt in Y/N’s mind that he was gone for good. The love of her life and he didn’t even bother to properly break up with her.

After the feelings of heartbreak began to subside, anger took its place. She wanted to believe it was just his grief that took over him and skewed his better judgement. Kalani told her if he says he has to be alone, then that’s the best way for him to get through this time. It isn’t the best scenario but in the long run, it’s what will help his mental state.

Kalani told her that no matter what, she’s there for her. She asked Kalani what to do if he ever decided to come back. Kalani said, “Well that’s up to you. If you feel deep in your heart that despite everything, you still love him and want to be with him, then you shouldn’t deny yourself that love. You two had a pretty epic love story, it’d be a shame to let that go forever.” Y/N thought her words over, but she wasn’t sure if it was her decision to make anymore.

During that month separation, she thought a lot. About everything and anything. Her career, her future, Harry. And each time she drove herself to the little secluded beach they want on their first date. Something inside of her wished he would be there one day but each time she was a little more disappointed. She wondered if he thought about her like she thought about him.

Y/N managed a few waves but mostly she sat on her yellow and blue board, treading water as she watched the waves crash in front of her. One time there was someone else on the beach with her, but every other time she was by herself. It was peaceful.

The sun started to set after some time. Realizing this, Y/N set out for one more wave before calling it a day. Paddling forward, Y/N spied one more wave that would send her off on a good foot.

It was good strategically and physically, but mentally she wasn’t in a place to appreciate her talent. When she popped back out of the water, she let out a sigh before getting back on her board and heading back to shore.

What she didn’t realize at first was that there was someone on the beach watching her. A certain someone that even after a month apart, was completely mesmerized by her silhouette in the water.

He sat down by her stuff, waiting for her to come back to him; if she would.

Y/N’s heart nearly stopped at the sight of him. She almost made herself turn back around and dive into the ocean just so she could avoid whatever it was that was currently happening.

When the water was shallow enough, Y/N hopped off her board and dug her toes into the soft sand, slowly making her way up the surface. Their eyes locked onto one another’s, warming the air around them which wasn’t even that hot to begin with.

“How’d you find me?” She quipped, unhooking her leash from her ankle.

Harry couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. Not in a sensual way but in a I’ve missed you so much, please love me still kind of way. “Y’know I showed you this place right?”

She knew, of course she knew, but she stayed quiet. She had no idea what to say. She’s had so much time to think of what to say but nothing was making sense in her mind.

“Y/N–”

“Why are you here, Harry?”

He looked at his hands, pursing his lips. “I needed to see you. I missed you.”

Y/N scoffed.

He continued, “I thought about that day a lot… and how I treated you. I know I was wrong, Y/N. You didn’t deserve that.”

Picking up her shorts and t-shirt, Y/N shimmied her way into her clothes before sitting down next to him. “Harry, you were in pain. We say things we don’t mean when we’re in pain.”

“That doesn’t make it anymore right. I was mad at my family, not you. I shouldn’t have acted like I was mad at you because I could never be mad at you.”

Y/N looked at his profile as she spoke, watching the way his eyes glossed over again like they did that dreadful day.

“I realized I had a lot unfinished business when I went back. I left in such a hurry after I decided I wanted to surf that I never really got to talk to my family. I just assumed they didn’t want anything to do with me because of what I did, and I mean I’m still not their favorite person but I over exaggerated with the word hate. They said they were proud of me, if you could believe it. After all of the shit they gave me,” he murmured, kicking up some sand.

“That’s great, H,” Y/N responded, his little nickname just slipping out of her mouth without thought.

Harry looked at her at his side, giving her a small smile. “I was wrong saying they’d hate you. M’mum asked about you, asked if I had any pictures. She said you’re beautiful and that I didn’t deserve you,” he laughed. “I can’t say she’s wrong.”

Y/N scrunched her eyebrows at that, not at all liking the idea that he thinks that. They do deserve each other, in every life. She imagines their meant to be no matter what path life takes them on.

That’s a realization she made today. It doesn’t matter how mad she gets or how upset she feels, because the happiness she’s been through and the love she’s been shown is so much more powerful. She thinks it’s because he’s made for her, and she him. Just for each other, forever and ever.

Y/N scooted closer to him, hesitantly resting her head on his shoulder before wrapping her arm through his. “She is wrong.”

“No, no I don’t think so. I don’t deserve you, especially now, Y/N.”

Y/N scoffed again and shook her head. She angled her body to face him more, grabbing his face so he’d look her in the eyes. “You hurt me, Harry, and it has taken a lot of thought to figure out my feelings. I shouldn’t have pushed you, especially knowing how delicate the topic of your family was and you shouldn’t have been spiteful about it. But I’ve realized missing you is so much worse than any fight because I couldn’t see your face or hear your laugh or hold you while we slept. Mistakes happen but all we can do now is learn from them.”

Harry held her hands that were on his cheeks, moving her left one closer to his lips so he could kiss her palm. “I don’t want t’fight ever again, okay? Next time, just call me a big idiot and maybe throw in a slap if I say dumb shit.”

This made Y/N giggle, “Okay.”

After a few fleeting moments, Harry stood up, pulling Y/N with him. “Those were some sick moves by the way. Love watching you.”

There’s always going to be more Valentine’s days and there’s always going to be days of love between them, just for them. All they could hope was that none ever turn as ugly as this one.

Like a gentleman, Harry picked up her board and helped strap it to Y/N’s car. He decided today was going to be a do-over. It was going to consist of spreading love that they didn’t get to from the past month, times ten.

Looking over her shoulder one last time, Y/N fully appreciated the pink sunset that basked her and her lover in its golden glow.

All was slowly becoming right again.

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ILLICIT AFFAIRS SNEAK PEEK

none of you asked but this is a sneek peak of what im working on for @thebigbutterflytattoo v-day challenge

She was sorting through her laundry when she got the text:

Dinner at mine tm?

It was supposed to be tonight, but a last minute pr outing had been scheduled. She knew she would have to stay off of twitter—and all other forms of social media—for the rest of the day. And probably tomorrow. She had already cried, and then chastised herself for crying. She had signed up for this. She had agreed to this. She just had to keep reminding herself that it was only until the movie was out of theaters. That was it. Five more months of date nights confined to their homes, having to see him around LA and London with another woman, and pretending that it didn’t hurt.

Sure 8?

6. I want a whole night with you

Emilia breathed in deeply and let her head fall back. She blinked the tears away quickly before answering.

You got it

It wasn’t his fault—this was something she had to remind herself every time a plan changed, or she saw a photo of them out. She liked Cora, she really did. She was sweet and friendly and made it clear that if Emilia ever felt she crossed a line she should say something. But Emilia never would because she couldn’t. To the world, they were supposed to be a couple, they were supposed to hug and kiss and touch each other in ways that Emilia thought only her and Harry could touch. She saw it one day, in one picture, he had brushed her cheek with his index finger the way he always did to her. It was enough to send her into a spiral.

He swore it didn’t mean anything and she believed him because she knew it didn’t. But it popped that bubble: nothing was special and everyone had patterns of love and affection. Harry’s index fingers had fallen down countless cheeks—hers may not even be the last. It was a gut punch in a way that was embarrassing. Why did it matter so much? It was a stupid question. Of course it mattered.

She spent that night thinking of the ways she touched all her past lovers; the kisses to their left hips, the circles drawn around nipples, the eyelashes fluttered against cheeks. Maybe Harry wasn’t so special either.

Emilia let it go, the way she let most things go and powered on.

She picked up the stack of sweatshirts on her bed and walked to her closet. She shoved them onto the shelf and did the same with her leggings, pajamas and workout tops. Once she was halfway finished putting her clothes away, she splayed herself out on the bed and sighed.

It was fine. She was fine and everything was fine.

But was fine good enough?

It had to be.

She picked herself up and finished putting her clothes away.

If Harry needed to cancel, fine, but she wasn’t going to sit at home all night and mope while he ran around London with someone else.

She picked up her phone and texted Chloe: Draper’s tn?

Fuck yeah!

It was an instant response, just as Emilia knew it would be.

Draper’s was a bit upper class, filled with women wearing silk slip dresses and men wearing Prada button downs. Harry had taken her and Chloe the first time and it had been their place ever since. Neither of them ever paid for a drink and Emilia thought of the flirting as a kind of karmic justice for Harry kissing someone else. Chloe tried to drunkenly tell her once that it wasn’t the same because he had to and she didn’t—she told her to shut the fuck up and mind her business.

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okay miss mags. since u love bugs. how about reader and h hiking or having a picnic and she points out all the bugs they see or a ladybug lands on h’s shoulder and reader spews facts or somethin. just an idea that i think u could make reallyyyyyyy cute 🤍 - caty

ah!!!!!! i'm in love with this short little fic, even though the ending isn't superb @thebigbutterflytattoo

thank you caty cat for this request ilysm

word count: 1.2k

The couple had only been hiking for about an hour and Y/N had already pointed out more bugs than Harry could probably count on his fingers. Every time Y/N saw a bug she recognized, her eyes would light up as she rushed to get a closer look at it.

Harry was often pulled out of his thoughts by Y/N shouting, “Harry! Woah! Look, it’s a carpet moth!” or “Look at this tiger beetle! Isn’t that so cool!?”

Y/N would then proceed to tell Harry anything and everything she knew about the specimen she’d found. Harry loved watching her talk about these kinds of things, the things that seemed simple – or even gross – to some people, still made her smile and, quite often, squeal if she saw an insect that she was particularly fond of.

The two of them had just sat down to eat their lunch on a small patch of grass just off the trail they’d been following. Y/N pulled out the blanket they’d packed as she talked about some insect she’d seen not a few minutes earlier.

“They can be pink, or yellow, or even a mix of both! Can you believe that? I can’t believe we actually saw one! I’ve never seen one in real life before, primrose moths are almost never in California! Wow.”

Harry smiled to himself as he sat on the blanket that Y/N had set out. He pulled the sandwiches out from their bag and handed one to Y/N. She nodded in thanks and immediately tore into it.

“That’s crazy, looks like something out of a cartoon, no?” Harry said before taking a bite of his own sandwich.

“Mhm!” she said, her mouth full. She swallowed, and continued talking, “They do! I honestly wasn’t totally convinced they were real. Thought people had just photoshopped them or something.”

The both of them laughed before resuming their meals, which were accompanied by casual conversation.

After a little while, Y/N cut herself off mid-sentence when her eye caught something especially exciting.

“Harry! Turn around, look! On the branch right above your shoulder! Oh my gosh!” Harry turned his head, trying to find what she was seeing.

“I don’t see what you’re seeing, love. You’ll have to point it out a little better.”

Y/N stood up abruptly and moved to where he was sitting. She plopped down right next to him and reached to turn his head in the direction of what she was seeing.

“It’s a praying mantis, Harry! Wow! I almost missed it! Their camouflage is so good!” Y/N almost squealed, and as much as Harry wanted to look back at his love and see the look on her face, he kept his eyes on the insect, “Did you know their brains make up their whole body? And they’ll eat things that are up to three times their size! Can you believe that! That is crazy!” She shuffled around his body, pulling out her phone to get a picture.

“Woah, Peach, that is crazy! I don’t think I’ve ever seen one in real life, they’re so funky looking,” Harry said, chewing on the last of his sandwich.

“Yeah! And their heads can turn 180 degrees! And they only have one ear, it’s on the underside of its belly! Isn’t that so weird?”

“The weirdest,” Harry said, looking back at her as she observed the insect. Her eyes were so bright as she pondered the creature in front of her, sometimes turning her head at different angles as if she was photographing it with her mind. Harry thought she was the most beautiful thing on the planet, and couldn't bring himself to look away from her. At one point, she nearly turned her head completely upside down, before letting out an excited gasp. “What is it, lovie?”

“I think this one’s a female!”

“How can you tell?” Harry asked, finally breaking his stare away from the slope of her nose or how her hair framed her face.

“By the number of sections on her abdomen! Look!” She pulled Harry closer, pointing at the bug’s abdomen and counting quietly. Harry still didn’t get it, but he still let out a hum of intrigue. “I wonder if she has eggs nearby!” Y/N stretched her neck, trying to look around without leaving the bug.

“I don’t know, Peach. If you want to look, you can, but it is going to rain soon.” As Harry said this, Y/N looked back at him with a pout on her face.

“No, it’s okay. I don’t want to be in your car all wet.”

“But you’ve been wet in my car before, so go ahead and look for those eggs.”

Y/N frowned at Harry’s joke — if she could even call it that — while he grinned at her childishly, “Ugh,” she said, waving her hand as if she was waving away the existence of Harry’s joke, “Let me put this lady under these leaves so she doesn’t get too wet, so we can finish eating and go.”

It was Harry’s turn to frown, “You’re going to touch it?”

Y/N looked at him like he was insane, “Well, yeah. I gotta make sure she doesn’t get washed away!”

“What if it has a disease or something!”

“She doesn’t,” Y/N sighed, moving to let the bug crawl onto her hand, “but if she does, I won't be holding her for that long, anyway.” Y/N stood up with the bug in her hand, and Harry sat flabbergasted that the bug had actually crawled onto her. He watched as his girlfriend placed the bug on a higher leaf, one that was directly covered by some other leaves. Once the bug was settled, she stood back, wiping her hands on her pants. “There!”

Harry noticed he’d been grimacing the whole time the mantis had been in her hand and managed to right his face before she turned around. He mirrored her smile as she turned back to look at him.

“Okay! Now we can go, mister grumpy.”

“I’m not grumpy! I just don’t want you catching some sort of bug disease.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “I’m not going to catch a bug disease,” she said, laughing as she went to finish the last few bites of her sandwich, “Now come on! I want to get out of here before we get drenched!” Harry opened his mouth, and Y/N recognized that look on his face, and held a finger up, “Yeah yeah, insert sex joke here, grow up and sit down, please.”

Although the words Y/N was saying sounded harsh, Harry knew she didn’t mean it in that way as she patted the space next to her and held up his sandwich. He plopped down next to her, and the both of them finished their sandwiches and watched the praying mantis just, kind of, exist. Y/N would pipe up every once in a while with random facts about the bug, making Harry smile as he chewed.

Even though they did end up getting caught in the rain on their way back to Harry’s car, both of them agreed that the day couldn’t have been more perfect.

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December 10: In The Weeds

written by @bugrry and @thebigbutterflytattoo

a/n: this was our first time co-writing, ever! this fic is for @thebigbutterflytattoo's Have Yourself A Harry Little Christmas. we hope you enjoy it!

In The Weeds

Owning a bakery is never easy, especially during the holidays. Harry wants to do something nice for his girlfriend, Y/N, but things don't go as planned.

warnings: 3.9k words, language, angst, fluff

In The Weeds; having so many problems or so much work that you are finding it difficult to deal with something.

It was definitely not the most wonderful time of the year. Not when Y/N had bake 50 pecan pies, 75 apple pies, 24 dozen gingerbread cookies, 36 dozen sugar cookies, and three trays of baklava on December 23 that had to be ready for pick up on December 24. She has worked every Christmas Eve for the last 8 years of owning her own bakery.

On every other day of the year, her bakery was the one you went to for a flaky croissant, spinach feta turnovers, or a couple of chocolate chip cookies for a sugar-pick-me-up. On the day before Thanksgiving, her bakery was the place to get the silkiest pumpkin pie and tart cranberry-apple cobblers. And for Christmas Eve, pecan pie, apple lattice pies, gingerbread, and sugar cookies, and baklava had to be pre-ordered before Thanksgiving.

Y/N was used to waking up early. She couldn’t own a bakery if she wasn’t. Normally, to have bakes ready by her 8:00 am opening, she would get to the bakery by 5:30 am, to give herself some wiggle room. But there was something about setting her alarm a half-hour earlier the day before Christmas Eve that made her blood boil. 5:00 am? Fine. 4:30 am? Disgusting.

It meant she had to go to bed at least a half-hour earlier, which meant less time with Jacques the cat and less time with her boyfriend, Harry. Thankfully, he was the heaviest sleeper in the world and was always unbothered by Y/N leaving the warmth of the bed so early in the morning. Still, Y/N felt so guilty leaving Harry in her bed every time he slept over at her place.

The darkness at 5:00 in the morning was different than the darkness at 5:00 at night. The air was always colder, usually dipping down to the 30s. The streets were empty and traffic lights always seemed brighter. Green, yellow, and red never reflected so clearly on the pavement during the day like they did before the sun came up. And while almost everyone was sleeping soundly in the houses Y/N passed, she was on her way to ensure they all got their breakfast pastries before their morning commute. It was like the rest of the world— or at least Y/N’s city— was at a standstill. While they got their rest, Y/N got to work.

The amount of time and effort that Y/N put into her bakes were very rarely noticed or acknowledged by her customers. And that was fine. Y/N loved seeing the faces of satisfied customers when they bit into her croissants for the first time. The crisp, laminated pastry would flake onto their chin and usually their clothing. The small sigh, or sometimes even a moan, that followed the first bite sounded like heaven to Y/N. She would never grow tired of that. So much of her joy came from other people eating her food. It was a rewarding profession when you were good at it. And she was excellent.

Y/N turned her key into the lock and pushed the bakery’s door open, sighing as she thought about the day ahead. She moved through the bakery without any forethought, relying solely on muscle memory. She’d done this a million times before -- at least that’s what it felt like -- but she could never prepare herself enough for the winter holiday season. Even though all the pie dough was made, she still had to roll the crust for 125 pies, plus 10 extras in case of accidents and those who failed to pre-order a pie. So that was 135 pie crusts she needed to roll out. Plus, she needed to roll out gingerbread and sugar cookie dough so they could be cut into stars, Santa hats, and people. Filling for the pecan pie was already made but 300 pounds of apples still needed to be cut for the apple pie. And don’t get Y/N started on the baklava. She should have a whole day dedicated to making baklava.

After flicking on all 4 Vulcan ovens, Y/N turned on the exhaust hood, which immediately brought in a wave of cool air from outside. She shuddered when it reached her skin but continued on towards the back room to put on an apron. Even when it was winter, and the air circulating in the bakery was cold, Y/N never wore a chef’s coat. She moved around too much to get cold. Especially when she was rolling pie dough— she had 12 years of practice and she still broke a sweat. It was exhausting and muscle aching. By the end of the Christmas season, Y/N hated pie. But the hatred didn’t last for long, as she was always inspired to create new recipes with whatever fruit was in season.

It was 5:20 by the time Y/N took out the first batch of pie dough to be rolled out. Dany and Hunter would arrive at 6:00, giving Y/N plenty of time to blind bake at least 20 pie crusts before her workers started slicing apples.

Y/N grabbed a 2 quart Cambro container of flour, her scale, and a bench scraper to divide the dough equally. She grabbed a handful of flour and flung it on her workbench to ensure the buttery parts of the dough didn’t stick to the butcher’s block. She used the metal bench scraper to cut a piece of pie dough and weigh it. With her 20 oz of pie dough, she grabbed her French rolling pin and began rolling out the round. Most of the weight to roll out cold dough came from the shoulders, down to the forearms and wrists. It’s never that bad when you only had to roll out one pie. But imagine having to roll out 135 pie crusts. Your body would ache in ways you never knew it could. And even as experienced as she was, Y/N would still wind up sore after every Thanksgiving and Christmas season.

The next half hour flew by, and before Y/N knew it, the bell that hung above the door chimed, signaling the arrival of her two co-workers. The ring of the door’s bell broke Y/N out of her trance, and she walked out to the store’s counter to greet Dany and Hunter.

They both smiled and waved at her as they moved to get their aprons off the hooks.

“‘Morning you two,” they both nodded in response, “I’ve got a dozen or so crusts already in the oven, so if you guys could start slicing up those apples, that would be great.”

The three of them got into their respective grooves which made 6 hours fly by. By the time noon rolled around, their heads all perked up from what they were working on at the sound of someone knocking on the glass of the bakery door. Y/N furrowed her brows, looking over to Dany who was now working on cutting out gingerbread cookies.“Can you go see who that is? I’ve got some syrup on the stove that I can’t leave.”

Dany nodded, wiping their hands on their apron before rounding the wall that led into the café. The figure in the window was Harry. He had a paper bag in one hand and waved excitedly with the other. Dany unlocked the door and stepped aside to let him in.

Harry smiled when he saw Dany, remembering that he hadn’t seen them since Y/N’s Thanksgiving dinner.

“Dany! How are you doing?”

Dany smiled, “Hey, Harry! Doing good. I can’t complain. I think we’ll be finishing up soon, maybe in time for dinner.” Dany suggested, shoving their hands in the front pockets of their apron. They rested against the back counter, as if to get comfortable.

“That’d be great,” Harry replied. “It’s been, what? A month since I’ve seen you? How is your dad doing?” Harry recalled that Dany’s father had been in the hospital the day before Thanksgiving.

Dany flushed at the thought of Harry remembering such a minute detail about their life. “He’s doing much better, thank you.” “That’s good!” Harry cheered.

Y/N ignored what was happening on the other side of the wall until she heard his oh-so-familiar voice. She frowned and went to investigate.

The second she turned the corner and saw him, she froze. He was wearing a sweater, his famed wide-legged pants, and his ever-so-charming smile.

Why was he here? Did something happen? If it was something bad, he wouldn’t be—

His eyes met hers and immediately lit up. He made his way over to her, Dany following close behind.

“Hey, sweets, I brought you some—“

“Why are you here?” She interrupted him, narrowing her eyes.

“Oh, I just brought you some lunch! I thought we could sit down for a bit, let you take a breather.” He smiled, lifting up the paper bag. Y/N’s mouth watered at the idea of sitting down for an actual meal, but she shook her head. Gingerbread cookies, sugar cookies, and baklava prevented her from thinking about any other food.

“Harry, I don’t have time to sit down and have lunch with you. We’re slammed.”

Harry’s smile dimmed. “I just thought— I don’t know, that you could make some time!” Harry persisted, lifting the bag again.

“Harry—“ Y/N ran her hands over her face, sighing, “Do you really think I have time to sit down and have lunch with you? I am in the fucking weeds right now. I still have 3 trays of baklava to soak and 720 cookies to cut and put the icing on. I’ve snuck about 7 slices of apples into my mouth while Dany and Hunter were cutting them. I-”

“Are you jealous?” Harry teased, raising an eyebrow and looking at Dany, who had a smug look on their face.

“Jeal- I’m not jealous, Harry! I’m busy! I just want you to go!”

Harry’s face dropped. “Oh,” he moved to set the bag on the counter, “I’ll just leave this—“

“No. Take it with you, I don’t even want to be tempted.”

Harry’s brows dropped. He grabbed the bag and turned on his heel, making his way back towards the door.

“Bye, Harry,” Dany said softly.

“Bye, Dany,” Harry replied, lifting up a hand to wave goodbye before looking back down at his feet.

“That was a bit harsh, Y/N.” Dany huffed, turning toward her.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Dany, I’ll deal with him later. Thank you for taking the time out of our very busy schedule to catch up with my boyfriend, but can we please get back to work?”

Dany stiffened, averting their eyes from Y/N’s and quickly making their way back into the kitchen. Y/N readjusted her apron before walking back into the kitchen.

Perhaps Y/N was a little harsh on Harry— but he should have known better than to show up the day before Christmas Eve, expecting her to have time to eat. But then again, this was his first time experiencing the holidays with her. Thanksgiving seemed to be a walk in the park compared to all of the bakes she had to do for Christmas. He just wanted to do something nice for her. Even though she snapped at him and even though his feelings were hurt, he still wanted to do something nice for her.

Back at their workstations, Dany returned to cutting out gingerbread and Hunter was filling pecan pies, a dozen at a time. Y/N resumed her position over the stove, turning the fire back on her orange-honey syrup for the baklava. Her words to Harry replayed over and over in her head. “I just want you to go!”

How could she be so mean to the kindest person she knew?

Y/N tried her hardest to get back into her groove, she really did, she just couldn’t shake her guilt. She needed to apologize to Harry, or her guilt-ridden conscience would leave her unproductive for the rest of the day. She just finished soaking her baklava so she decided to text Harry before mixing up the icing for the cookies.

When Y/N saw the picture of her and Harry on their date to the aquarium, she felt even worse. He was the absolute sweetest man that day, like he was every day and today, especially.

Y/N must have written and deleted the same message at least four times.

Hey H, I wanted to apologize for how I treated you when you stopped by. I’m really sorry. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do to make it up to you.

She finally sent the text and let out a breath as she shoved her phone back in her pocket.

Hunter put two trays of pecan pies in the oven, which was right next to the workbench Y/N was at. “Is everything okay?”

No, everything was not okay. She was absolutely horrible to Harry and to Dany. No matter how stressed she was, it was no excuse to be as rude as she had been. “Not really,” Y/N told Hunter. “You probably heard, but I kinda blew up at Harry. I just texted him to apologize.”

“I get it,” Hunter said, returning to her other pies. “This is a stressful time for you. I’m sure Harry will understand.” Y/N nodded, feeling just a smidgen better at Hunter’s encouraging words. Now, she needed to apologize to Dany. They had just moved on from gingerbread cookies to sugar cookies.

“Dany,” Y/N began, “I’m so sorry for the way I spoke to you when Harry was here. I may be stressed out, but that is no excuse for how I treated you. We’ve all been working really hard today and neither you nor Hunter have gotten a break since you started. I would be lost without you two and I hope you know that.”

Dany smiled, reaching up to pat Y/N on the shoulder, “It’s really no biggie, boss. We all get stressed around this time of year, and when we get stressed, we snap. I get it. Don’t add me to your list of things that are stressing you out.”

“Thank you, Dany. I hope Harry is just as understanding as you are when I get home.”

She had iced about 100 gingerbread cookies and glanced at the clock. It had almost been forty-five minutes since she texted Harry. She was usually pretty good about feeling the buzz in her back pocket, and she had a special text tone for Harry so she knew if he was the one texting her. She didn’t think she heard the ring or felt the buzz, but she checked her phone just in case she missed it.

No new messages.

Was it too soon to text him again? It was too soon. Maybe he wasn’t ignoring her; maybe he was taking a nap or maybe he was going for a run. Or maybe he was ignoring her. That just made her feel worse.

The beep, beep of the timer on the top right oven broke Y/N out of her wallowing. It was Hunter’s first batch of pies that needed to be taken out. Seeing as she was in the restroom, Y/N grabbed two hot pads and opened the oven doors, welcoming the sweet smell of maple syrup and brown sugar. She took the first tray out carefully and walked it over to the back speed rack, in front of the fans. Y/N reached into the oven to slide out the second tray of pies. As she was lowering the sheet pan out of the oven, the corner of it just grazed her forearm, immediately searing her skin, branding her with a 2-inch red mark.

“Ow, shit, fuck, shit, shit,” a string of profanities left Y/N’s lips. She put the pies on the closest rack to her and walked hastily over to the sink. Hunter was just coming out of the restroom when Y/N turned on the cold tap.

“Is everything okay? I heard shouting,” Hunter rushed to Y/N when she noticed her running her arm under the faucet. “Did you get yourself?”

Dany had stopped what they were doing to grab Y/N her trusty roller bottle of lavender oil— it not only helped soothe the burn, but it helped reduce scarring, too.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Y/N huffed. “It’s just been a while since I’ve burned myself. I forgot how much it can hurt.” She smiled appreciatively when Dany handed her the lavender oil. “Thanks, Dan.”

Y/N was convinced that was karma. When you snap at the nicest person in the world, you end up causing injury to yourself. It had been months since Y/N last burned herself. Harry would not be happy. He winced every time he saw Y/N with a new burn or other work injuries. “You gotta be more careful, love,” He’d say, kissing her wrist or arm. He didn’t understand that sometimes, when you’re too careful, you’re more prone to injuries.

Before returning to work, Y/N checked her phone again, hoping she’d see Harry’s name on her lockscreen.

Nothing. At least he didn’t read the message and was purposely ignoring Y/N. She tapped the side of her phone, thinking of another message to send Harry.

Hey again, H. I’m sure you’re mad at me. You have a right to be. I just want to know if you’re okay.

She hit send, but then decided to give him an out if he wanted it;

Let me know if you don’t want to see me tonight. I won’t be mad.

She sighed, putting her phone back in her pocket and rubbing some lavender oil on her wound. She puffed out her cheeks and set off to get back to work.

The sun was setting and Y/N sighed as she finished the detailing on the last of her cookies. Harry still hadn’t texted her back, and she was getting to the point where she didn’t know what else to do. She couldn’t be upset with him if he was mad at her, but she still wanted him to know how sorry she was. The fact that he wasn’t answering her texts made her stomach twist.

He hadn’t even read her texts, the messages still only showed as delivered. She couldn’t decide if that made her feel better or worse.

Hunter and Dany were working together on reducing the mound of dishes in the sinks and Y/N was just ready to be done with the day and go home. Jacques, her cat, was probably lounging in the last of the sunbeams, ready for her to come home and feed him.

She put the final tray of iced sugar cookies on the speed rack with the rest of them and the stress built up during the day dissipated. Hunter sent the last load of dishes through the dishwasher and asked Y/N if she wanted her to do any more before heading home.

“No, don’t even worry about those. You two deserve to go home and get something to eat. I’ll take care of those tomorrow. Thank you two so much for your help, but I am officially kicking you out.” Y/N’s mood lightened up but the 12 hour day showed itself on the heaviness of her shoulders and the tired circles around her eyes. Dany and Hunter gathered their belongings and trudged out the door of the bakery, leaving Y/N alone, just as she’d begun the day.

Y/N drained the dishwasher, turned off the ovens, and flicked off the lights. She sighed, taking one last look at the bakery before turning her back on it and locking the door behind her. See you tomorrow.

Y/N turned the key in the lock of her apartment and pushed the door open. She was greeted, not by Jacques like she was expecting, but by the smell of a home-cooked meal. She walked further into her place, noticing the candles and two place settings on the dinner table. Then, she heard Harry humming a song in the kitchen that she couldn’t identify. “H? What are you doing here?”

He turned from the stove, giving her a small smile, “Hi, Y/N darling. I hope it’s okay that I came over, I just wanted to apologize for interrupting you earlier.”

“Harry, lovey, stop. I’m the one who needs to apologize to you, not the other way around. I was horrible to you when all you wanted to do was bring me lunch. I’ve been thinking about it all day since you left.”

“No, no, it was my fault, I should have known-” Harry argued.

“Harry,” Y/N interrupted sharply. “You need to stop talking right now. I was unreasonably mean to you and you’re trying to apologize to me? That doesn’t make any sense. You meant no harm and did nothing wrong. Today was stressful but that doesn’t excuse how I treated you and I’m just really sorry.”

Harry pulled Y/N into a hug and rested his cheek on top of her head, gently rocking her back and forth. “I forgive you, love.”

“I thought you were so mad at me because you never read or responded to any of my texts,” Y/N mumbled against Harry’s chest.

“You texted me?” Harry quickly fumbled his phone out of his front pocket and saw the missed texts that she’d sent him throughout the day. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I went to the grocery store and then took a nap and then started cookin’ dinner. I've barely been on my phone at all today.”

“It’s fine, just don’t ever do that to me again.” Y/N joked, mushing her cheek against him and smiling softly.

“I won’t, I promise, m’love. Now, c’mon let’s sit down and eat. I bet you’re starving, and I’ve been slaving away for hours. A little more practice, and I’ll be taking over your business before you know it.”

“Shut up.” Y/N rolled her eyes and elbowed him in the side. “What did you make?”

“Spaghetti! You know, one of the three meals I know how to make on my own.” Harry chuckled, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and guiding her to sit down at the table. Once she’s seated, Harry gave her shoulders a squeeze before he started to pull away. Before he had the chance to completely remove his touch from her shoulders, she reached up and grabbed his wrist.

“Wait- keep doing that, it feels good.” Y/N groaned, rolling her neck.

“I’ll give you a massage after dinner, m’love. My hard work is getting cold.”

As Y/N reached for the tongs to put the pasta in her bowl, Harry noticed her newest burn. He grabbed her wrist to get a clear look at it. “Did you do that today?”

Y/N looked down at the burn. “Oh, yeah. You can blame the pecan pies. ‘M fine. Don’t worry.”

“I hate when you get hurt,” Harry almost whined.

“I know, H, but it’s just part of the job. Now, what did you say about your hard work getting cold? I wanna eat.” Y/N twirled the pasta in her bowl and topped it with Harry’s homemade sauce (it was his mum’s recipe). Jacques ate his food alongside them and purred when Harry occasionally pet him with his foot.

Later that evening, Harry did indeed give Y/N a massage, and not just on her shoulders…

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