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Feeling better?

Harry Styles - 1180 words (Requested by anon)
Y/n gets her period and Harry tries to be cuddly.
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Before I ended up a groaning mess on the sofa, it was a normal morning. Harry was sleeping in, his hair a mess on the sheets as I steadily but quietly made my way out of his embrace and out of bed to clean the mess the boys had made yesterday evening when they visited. I was washing the dishes, just finishing up the last one as I started feeling cramps in my belly. I know my period was due any moment know, and normally the pain was bearable, only a few pain strikes every so often that made me let out a huff, but other than that, I was fine.

Today was different though. A sudden strike of pain in my abdomen made me fold in half, clutching my stomach as I whimpered out. I discarded the towel somewhere along the way, almost crawling towards the sofa as I let myself fall face first onto the sofa. My mum used to tell me that whenever you were experiencing stomach aches of any sort, a pillow on the sore area and putting pressure on it does wonders. So until Harry woke up I was bound to the sofa, lying face down with a pillow stuck underneath me. I could hear his shuffling from a distance and I groaned, hoping he’d hear me and maybe get me some painkillers and a blanket, because fuck it was chilly right now.

“Love? Where are you?” Harry’s raspy morning voice cuts through the living room and I groan again, letting him know of my whereabouts. I feel his fingertips ghost over my back and I wince, my whole body already sore from whatever hormones this causes every fucking month.
“What’s wrong? Are you sick?” Harry worriedly asks, walking around the sofa to let his bum fall down near my waist, another groan leaving my lips as I feel another pain strike through my back. Who wants to be a girl? Damn it.

“Period.” I mumble, half of my face hidden in the black leather. Harry’s mouth forms an ‘o’ and his hands soothingly begins rubbing up and down my back, his nails lightly scratching a pattern, something he’d always do whenever I was feeling ill. “Want anything?”
“Hot-water bottle and a blanket.” I sigh happily, incredibly grateful for such a sweet boyfriend as mine, although he had no idea how this felt. I had once offered to kick him in the balls every thirty minutes so he’d know how it feels to undergo this, but he politely declined, of course.

Harry stands to his feet again, disappearing down the hall to receive my blanket probably. Within five minutes he comes back, a blanket draped over me, my own pillow from my bed tucked under my head, a glass of water on the table and a painkiller dangling in front of my face. “Take this, I’ll put on the television and make your hot-water bottle now.” Harry kissing the top of my head as I lift myself to take the pill from his hands, quickly downing it as I let myself fall back down limply, smiling at Harry as he puts on a cartoon channel for me to watch.

Another ten minutes later Harry comes barging back in, two cups of a damping liquid in his hand as he balances himself before putting them down. “Made hot chocolate. Scoot.” He pushes my hips up, sliding the bottle underneath and I immediately grown at the pain relieve it brings instantly. Instead of leaving me, he walks over towards my head and lifts it, sitting down to my pillow and my head are resting on his lap. “Feeling a bit better?” He asks, his fingers trailing through my hair near my scalp, my eyes closing involuntarily at the sweet gesture.

“Yeah, the painkiller worked. Thank you Haz.” I smile, lifting my hand to squeeze his knee as a form of thank you before nuzzling further into his warm body. His fingers start playing with strands of my hair, occasionally brushing through it before rubbing over my back in soothing circles, only to repeat the cycle. He hums a tune as we both watch whatever this weird looking blob is supposed to be, every now and then sipping his chocolate or kissing the top of my head.

After what I think is half an hour, but it could be one hour, maybe four, I feel the pain subside enough so I can sit up again. So I slowly push myself upright, Harry startled by my sudden movements.
“What’s wrong? You need anything? Nauseous?” Harry rambles and I smile before pushing myself towards him and catching his lips in a kiss. I tuck my feet underneath my bum and huddle closer to him with the blanket still covered over me, my side pressed against his – for once – t-shirt clad chest, hugging him sort of sideways. “Feeling better already.” I mumble, grabbing the bottle and sticking it between my stomach and thighs so it could still give off a little warmth.

“Can’t be otherwise with such a superhero boyfriend.” Harry puffs his chest out and I giggle, my eyes briefly closing from as well as the warmth and the pill taking its full effect, leaving me drowsy and tired. “You are,” I yawn loudly, a chuckle leaving Harry’s lips as he kisses my temple again, “the bestest boyfriend in the world.” A heartwarming smile graces his lips and I take my half cold cup of chocolate from Harry who hands it out to me, taking a sip and groaning at how good it tastes.

“This is real chocolate, not the powder stuff, is it?” I breathe as I take a whiff of the delicious scent, taking another sip to confirm my thoughts. “Of course not, my girl was sick so I had to bring out the big guns, didn’t I?” Sometimes he is too sappy for words, but he was my sap.
“I love you so much.” I sigh out, putting the hot chocolate down again before turning ninety degrees and pressing my lips forcefully against his, my hands pressing his cheeks together like a grandmother would do with her grandchild. “Love you too. Are you well enough to go out tonight?” Harry asks, our lips still pressed together and I groan internally, pulling away and giving him a questioning look.

“I wanted to take you out since it was our anniversary last week and I kind of already made reservations, but I understand if you don’t want to, I mean-“ I roll my eyes and give him a small kiss again. “If my boyfriend is so sweet to take care of me like this, I can do anything in my power to go out to dinner with him tonight, don’t you think?” I smirk and Harry smiles, nodding his head before pulling me close towards him again, both of us enjoying the rest of a morning well spent together on the sofa, even though it began in a terrible way on the same spot just a few hours ago.

Hope you enjoyed,
Lots of love,
L. xox

Harry Styles singing The Chain is such an iconic moment in music history and it created in me that safe,warm feeling that songs give you regardless of the mood you’re in

Okay but just imagine walking into your room after a long day and Harry is laying on the bed in just his underwear waiting to cuddle with you. You literally strip down to just your underwear too and you guys just cuddle together so warmly and he gives you a little back rub. Nothing sexual, just the two of you cuddling, skin to skin, talking about your day. His voice would be low and a little raspy and the two of you wouldn’t even move a muscle for hours and eventually you guys would just fall asleep. And when you guys wake up it’s like 2am and your skin is stuck together from the sweat and you both giggle as you pull apart. You both would walk to the kitchen and eat cold leftovers and the only light in the room would be the fridge light. He’d look at you as you ate and just be in awe at how in love he is with you, and you’d look at him and think how lucky you were to end up happily with a guy like him.

The Roommate Part 1 (Harry Styles Series)

Summary: Y/N is one of Harry’s friend’s roommates, Harry and her become friends and Harry falls for her.

Requested: yes

Warnings: no

A/N: Thank you to @iyanu-eniyan​ who requested this! I’m so sorry this took too long to post! (AH this gif is from in the old curly hair Harry days, my emotions)

Originally posted by stockholmhrry

The Roommate Part 1 (Harry Styles Series)

“So, the kitchen is here, the bathroom’s here, and your bedroom’s here.”  Your new roommate Noah says showing you around your new home.

“Thank you.”  You say carrying your bags into your bedroom. “Thank you for letting me stay here for the semester. I did not want to live in a dorm again. I did that for four years already.”  You say laughing.

“Yeah, I didn’t want to live on campus, during graduate school. Also, now that you are in medical school, you are going to want to be focused.”  Noah advises.

“Yup, that’s exactly why I’m here. Thank you again.” You say smiling.

“Now, that I’ve talked your ear off enough, I’ll let you unpack.” He says walking out of your room.

But before you could even open up your suitcase, Noah knocks on your door, which makes you laugh as he apologizes say, “I know that I said I was going to leave, but I just wanted to tell you that a few friends of mine will be coming over tonight. If we get too loud, just tell me, and we can go out somewhere.”

“Thank you for telling me, but I’m sure you guys will be fine. I mean, I grew up in New York City, if your noise bothers me, then you guys are really loud.” You joke.

“Okay, now I will leave you alone.” Noah says, closing the door behind him.

You shake your head, and laugh lightly to yourself at your new roommate dorkiness. After about a half an hour of unpacking, you lay down on your bed and just take a deep breath out, grab your phone and call your friend.

“Hey babe.” She says immediately when she answers, “How’s the new apartment?”

“It’s awesome, Noah is an absolute sweetheart also. I think you two would be good together.” You say wiggling your eyebrows, even though she can’t see you.

“Well, I’d love to come visit, but you are never not studying. But, wait, that would actually work, you can study and I’ll be with your roommate.” She says laughing, obviously joking around.

“I miss you though. It’s going to be weird coming home and you’re not here. Who am I supposed to come and rant to about how awful a date was that night?” You ask.

“You can call me. But, hey! You have a male roommate now, so he must have some friends and at least one of them has to be hot and nice.”

“We’ll see. His friends are coming over tonight.” You say.

“You better take a peak and not stay in your room then.”  She advises.

“I will, I will.”

“Okay, now you get your cute butt up and fix your hair and makeup cute and get yourself out there when his friend come over okay? And tell me how it goes.” She says.

“I will, I will.” You repeat, “Love you babe, and talk to you soon.”

“Love you too, and you know it.”

After you and your friend hang up, you slip under the covers and grab your book and begin to read. After about fifteen minutes, you hear the front door of the apartment open and guys come through and the close. You think about getting up, but you are so comfortable that you don’t want to leave your bed. You then close your eyes for only a few minutes, but then fall asleep. You didn’t you fell asleep until you jumped when you heard your door bang open.

“Oh my God I’m so sorry.” A tall brunette boy apologizes. “I did not mean to, uh, I thought this was the bathroom, but it’s obviously not. Also, I’m a little drunk, I’m sorry. Uh, I’ll leave you alone, have a good night.” He says awkwardly closing the door.

You are so tired that you’re not even mad and lay back down on your bed and fall right back to sleep. The next morning, you wake up feeling refreshed, which is comforting to you as this is your new home and you slept well the first night. When you walk out into the kitchen, you see the boy who accidently walked into your room last night. He looks up and sees you and smiles shyly says,

“About last night, sorry again. I was drunk and couldn’t find the bathroom.”

“No, no, no, it’s fine. I’m new here, and I’m pretty sure sober I wouldn’t be able to find the bathroom.” You joke.

“Ah, yes, you’re the new roommate! Noah has told us about you, Y/N right?” He asks.

“Yup, that’s me.” You smile, walking over the fridge to grab milk for your cereal.

“I’m Harry.” He introduces himself, putting his hand out for you to shake.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Harry.” You smile, shaking his hand looking him in the eyes. Without even thinking you blurt out, “You have really green eyes.”
After you say that, you face turns pink in embarrassment, and you ramble, “Oh my God, I don’t even know why I said that. I’m sorry.”

Harry chuckles at your embarrassment, and says, “It’s fine, I get that a lot about my eyes. Wait, I didn’t mean that in a cocky way, I mean, never mind.” Harry rambles looking down at the coffee he’s drinking.

“Well I see you two have finally met each other.” Noah says walking into kitchen.

“Or should I say, Harry you have finally met Y/N sober, and when you are not scaring her to death by barging into her room at 2am.” Noah jokes nudging into Harry.

“Again, I’m really sorry.” Harry says.

“Don’t worry about it, honestly.” You say, taking a bite of your cereal.

“Uh, so I’m going to head out. Thanks for the drinks last night, Noah, and letting me stay over.” Harry says getting up.

“Hey no problem man, see you tonight.” Noah says.

“Yeah tonight.” Harry says looking over at you. “I’m having a party at my place, and you’re more than welcome to come.”

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want to go, or that you didn’t find Harry cute, but you say, “I still have a lot to do moving in here, if I’m free I’ll stop by.”

You see a flash of disappointment go across Harry’s face, which he tries to hide, but you saw it and it causes you to say, “Actually, I should be able to, I don’t have a lot of work left to do here.”

Harry smiles and you see a bit of excitement in his face that he quickly tries to hide, “Well, if you’re free, I’d love to have you over.” Harry says.
Noah clears his throat jokingly, which causes Harry to say, “And you too Noah. I guess.” Harry jokes.

“Alright, well hopefully I’ll see you both tonight.” Harry saying walking out, not taking his eyes off you, but you just smile at him and go back to eating your cereal.

“You should go to the party. I can help you today with moving in, and tomorrow. It will help you meet new people. Especially Harry, he’s a really good guy. My advice to you with medical school, study but also live.” Noah advice walking into his room.

You think about what Noah says, and finish up your cereal, rinse off the bowl and spoon and put it into the dish washer. You back to your room, and pull out your favorite outfit, it’s the outfit that makes you feel the most beautiful, the most confident. You lay it out on your bed and send a picture to your friend without saying anything. She texts back immediately saying, “Tonight’s going to be a good night.”

You smile and chuckle lightly at the emojis that she puts after that, and you say to yourself,

“Tonight’s going to be a good night.”


Part 2

Masterlist

A/N: This is going to be a series!!! I’m super excited!! I don’t know how long it’s going to be, let’s just see what happens. Thank you again to @iyanu-eniyan for the idea! Also good luck on your exams, you’re going to kill it!! Thank you to everyone that has followed me or read my stories, or anything, it means a lot. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend, and Happy Father’s Day to your families!!

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FIRST: HAIR IS EVERYTHING
SECOND: THIS ALBUM IS GONNA RUIN MY ENTIRE EXISTENCE IM TERRIFIED OF MY REACTION ALREADY
LAST: HARRY IN PLAID IS FUCKING ME UP IM-

Sweet Creature - Pink Series pt. 1

Hello lovelies! Here is part one of that angsty, slow burn, friends to lovers series I’m starting! The series will be called Pink and there will be 10 parts in total, each one inspired by/including one of the songs on Harry’s album.

Word Count: 5k

Enjoy! .xx -M


“So, you’re ready to get back into the game again, huh?” you ask around a mouthful of scone, crumbs tumbling from your lips as you speak.

“Yeah, I think I am. It’s been a long break, and I think I’m ready to really start writing again,” Harry smiles, the future career he’s planning seeming like more and more of a reality.

“Well, I for one, am excited. Always wanted to know what you’d do on your own.”

“You’ve heard some of my own songs,” he questions, sipping his tea.

“Well yeah, but like, none of those were written for your own personal album, H, they were more for fun. I wanna see you in your element,” you say.

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Pretty Name (Harry Styles Smut)

Summary: Y/N and Harry party together (drink & smoke) and have sex.

Requested: yes

Warnings: alcohol, drug use, sex, Y/N dom, 69ing

A/N: Thank you to whoever requested this! Sorry it took me so long! I wrote this imagine a while ago, and I meant to post it, but then when I went to find it in my files, it was gone! :( But anyways, I hope you enjoy it!!

Masterlist

Originally posted by minmiin1d

Pretty Name (Harry Styles Smut)

You don’t know how you ended up getting here.  You were the “good girl” in school. You didn’t smoke, or drink, or party back then. And now you are here in a room at a party full of marijuana smoke making out with a musician who doesn’t even know your name.

It all started back at the party you attended earlier tonight. You weren’t invited, but that was your thing. You showed up, and people would just let you in. It’s easy to look like you belong in the “Hollywood” scene. You were pretty, but you were confident. So when you walked into any of those parties, eyes were on you, but again, no one knew who you were, which made you more intriguing.
That’s how Harry noticed you. You didn’t show up with group, you didn’t look around for anyone, you just were there. And you looked content, you weren’t trying to be anyone else, you weren’t trying to have everyone’s eyes on you, but they were.

Harry looked at his friend and asked, “Who is she?”

His friend turned to look at you and shrugs his shoulders and says, “No idea, never her seen her before. But I’m glad I have now.” He says lifting his eye brows, licking his lips, checking you out.

“Hey, don’t be gross man.” Harry says.

“Dude, you don’t even know her.” The friend says defensively.

“Still.” Harry says, “I’m going to get another drink, any of you want one?” Harry says seeing that you walking over to get a drink.

Everyone says no, and Harry walks over quickly. When he walks over, and he sees you pouring your drink and is surprised saying, “That’s a lot rum and a little bit of coke.”

You look up at him and joke, “Yeah, I’m not a pussy.”

Harry laughs, and says, “Well, I guess I’m a pussy, because that stuff burns with that little amount of coke.” Which causes you to laugh.

“I’m Harry by the way.” Harry says, grabbing a drink.

“I know who you are.” You state, “I’ve listened to your music, not bad stuff.”

“Thanks, you’re a fan?” He asks.

“Let’s say I’m a fan of music.” You say smiling, “and your music, just happens to be some of the music I like.”

After that you don’t really remember much else. You know you and Harry went into a room so it would be quieter to talk. And you two laughed, drank, smoked, and now you are here. Straddling him, both of your shirts off, and he’s undoing your bra. Are you mad about it? No. He’s seems like a decent guy, and he’s hot.

“I still don’t know your name.” Harry states while he kisses down your neck.

“Don’t worry babe, you’ll know it when I’ll have you yelling my name.” You say pushing him down the bed.

You stand up off the bed, and pull down your jeans and you underwear. You were never dominant in the bedroom, but you’re high and you’re feeling confident.

“I hear musicians are good with their mouths.” You say taking off your clothes, which causes Harry to smirk.

“I don’t know about other musicians, but, I haven’t gotten any complaints.” He says putting his arms behind his head, with a smirk on his face.

You hate it when guys are cocky, but in bed, it’s the hottest thing. At this words, you felt the wetness between your legs.

“Well, I’d like to see what you can do Styles.” You say climbing on the bed, swinging on leg over on the other side of this head so you are straddling his mouth.

Harry immediately begins to make you moan. He first focused on your clit. He licked circles on, then sucked on it as it got more swollen and sensitive. Then he poked his tongue into your hole teasingly.

With the amount of pleasure Harry was giving you, you wanted to do that same or him. You were in the 69 position. You spit on your hand, and pumped his cock a few times. Then you bent over, and took on his head in your mouth. You swirled you tongue around it, which caused Harry to moan, causing vibrations against you core, which felt so good.  Then you began to take him fully. As you bobbed your head, you put both of your hands on his thighs to keep you steady as you began to grind against mouth.

Harry could feel you getting close as your core tightened around his tongue. He then focused on your clit sucking on it, wanting you to cum so he could taste you so badly.

You stopped sucking Harry off and just began to focus on grinding on him because you were so close.

“Harry, I’m close. I’m so close. Make me cum.” You moan out. “Make me cum, oh my-“

And before you could finish, you felt the stream of euphoria take of your whole body. You moans out Harry’s name and left marks on his thighs from pleasure.

As you finished, you tried to put you head down to finish Harry off, but Harry stopped you, and said “I need to fuck you. I’m way too hard, and you’re so wet an warm, I need to fuck you.”

As you swing your leg over, so that you are no longer straddling him, Harry grabs and condom and rolls it on. When he’s done you straddle him again, and place your hands flat on his chest. When he first enters you, you close your eyes at the full feeling. You loves, he reached all the pleasurable spot.

You began bouncing on top of him, every time he thrusted into you, he hit your g-spot. Harry could see this as you would moan louder each time you bounced. Even though Harry was close, he wanted to see your face when you cum. He loved the sight he was already seeing, your breasts bouncing every time you came down on his cock, but he wanted to see you cum undone. So he grabbed your hips and thrusting up into you.

“Lick you finger and play with your clit.” He ordered as he pounded into you.

You did as he said, and you felt your second orgasm coming on.

“Harry, I’m gonna cum. Harry, Harry, Harry!” You scream, scratching your nails down his chest. Harry doesn’t stop thrusting. He thrusted you through your orgasm, as he was getting close.

Harry couldn’t take it anymore, and flipped you two over, and pounded into you hard.

“You feel so fucking good-.” He groans.

“Y/N” You answer finally giving him you name.

Harry bites his lips and goes, “Y/N, fuck yes, so good, mmh so good!” He groans out as he thrusts through his orgasm.

After Harry finishes he lays down next to with his arms behind his head and you watch his chest move up and down and you watch his eyes close. You decide to get up and get dressed and leave. When you were about to close the door you heard Harry say,

“Y/N, that’s a pretty name.”


A/N: I didn’t focus too much on the drugs this time, I hope that’s okay with whoever requested it! Thank you to whoever requested it! I hope you all have a good day!!

blows a kiss to the stars

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Harry Styles - 1555 words (Requested by anon)
”Don’t want to go back to that place, but don’t have no choice, no way.”
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“Isn’t he home yet?” I ask my little brother, passing through the living room to get something to eat in the kitchen, stopping momentarily in the doorway to await his answer. I whistle when I don’t, his head snapping up towards me as he refocuses his gaze on me instead of the television. “What?”
“I asked if your dad was home yet.” I lean my whole body weight against the door frame, my brother’s eyes darting from his phone back to me as he stalls his answer. “No, not that I know of. What time is it?” I groan as I step back into the living room, my eyes scanning upwards to the clock above the open door, reading four past one AM.

“Where’s mum?” He asks again as I start to make my way to the cabinet where we keep all the sweet goodies, my hands digging through the packages as my head comes from behind the cabinet to give my brother his answer. “She’s asleep I think. Upstairs at least.” The house is eerily quiet, the only sound resonating from the television which is showing cartoon after cartoon. I decide to join my brother, letting my heavy body fall down onto the soft sofa with a thud as I groan from impact.

I can hear the back door rumble and I know my stepdad is home. I know tomorrow morning I will wake up to a fight once again, because for one my mum likes to make some drama, and two he was really late this time. I pull the blanket up higher towards my nose as my brother shimmies out from underneath it, brushing his jeans off before turning towards me. “I’m grabbing a drink, want anything?” I mumble a no, shaking my head at the same time as I avert my attention back towards the television. We both knew, well I did more than my brother did, that we were supposed to leave my stepdad alone whenever he went out for ‘a drink’. He’d come home completely wasted and whenever someone said anything bad to him, he’d either go completely insane and throw every cuss word in the book at your head, or when you were less lucky.. you’d get a slap.

I hear him mumble something towards my brother and a deep rumbling laugh leaves his lips, my eyes already rolling in their sockets as you hear the alcohol laced through his slurred voice. “Where’s y/n?” I hear his voice again and my brother mumbles something in return, before he appears back in my line of vision with a bottle of soda in one of his hands. “That bad?” I mouth and he rolls his eyes, nodding his head before sitting down next to me again. “Boy, come ‘ere for a second!” His laughter has subsided at it sounds like anger, my eyes glaring at my brother to see what he was about to do. He shrugs his shoulders and stands to his feet, my own body following swiftly in his steps as I push the blanket off of me. I stay in the living room though, my head peeking past the door frame to see my stepdad fuming and pointing towards something on the table.

“I told you to clean this up, boy. Why don’t you ever listen?!” His voice booms through the house and I know now for a fact that if my mum was asleep in the first place, she’d be awake now. I take a few steps towards the scenery, stopping in the hallway as I hear the padding of feet above me. My mum’s sleepy head hangs over the railing, giving me a questioning look as I motion my head towards the kitchen. “Again?” my mum whispers and I nod my head, stepping towards the kitchen to show that I was present as well. Normally whenever he’d see me he’d stop his tirade, and I never understood why.

“You’re an ungrateful little shit! Never once you do anything around here!” My stepdad’s voice booms towards my brother and I see his defensive, yet frigid stance as I walk closer. “Please, stop fighting. It’s the middle of the night.” The first words out of my mouth are spoken and open in to the air, my stepdad’s glare redirecting itself towards me. “I didn’t ask you to say anything now, did I?”
I roll my eyes as I pull my brother away from him, out of his reach for if anything were supposed to happen but I’m met with the reaction of him pulling my brother’s other arm. “Leave the boy ‘ere, I’m not done with him.”

“Oh yes you are. Go to sleep on the sofa and talk about this in the morning.” I bite, still as polite as I can be in this situation. Things take a turn for the worst though when my stepdad’s hand raises to slap my brother across the cheek, but I push him away quickly and take his place. “Don’t you fucking dare hitting him!” I glare at the two meter tall man, his eyes narrowed into slits as well before a punch that harsh pushed me back against the radiator, a framed picture smashing against my shoulder at the impact.

The room is dead silent, his eyes boring into mine as his anger subsides and realization sets in. “Oh no, I am so sorry, I –“ I stand back to my full height, wincing as I feel a sharp shot of pain run through my shoulder, but keeping my defensive stance still. “Save your bullshit and do something with your life, you piece of shit.” I hiss out as I push past him towards the hallway, my mum staring at me with deer in the headlights eyes, but I ignore her and my brother as they both huddle around me while I try to get my coat off of the rack. “Where are you going?” My mum mumbles quickly and I brush her off, giving my brother a wink before turning towards her.

“Right now I’m not planning on staying here one minute longer or I actually might murder him mum. Fix your own problems please.” I shake my head lightly as I open the front door, slipping through the small crack and leaving the mess I call a home behind. I’m not sure if I’m filled with anger, sorrow or sadness right now but I have to call someone to stay the night. I can’t wander around the streets of London, not with it almost being near freezing temperatures right now. My fingers swiftly tap on the screen of my smartphone, calling the one person who I knew would be awake and willing to help.

“Harry?”

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“Love are you alright?” Harry’s worried voice rings through my ears as his front door opens, his large left hand pulling me inside and into the warm, cozy flat he’d spent his days in. I shrug my shoulders, wincing again as I feel the same pain in my shoulder I did half an hour ago when I was still at home. “Thank you for letting me stay here, H. Much appreciated.” I smile at him, one hand resting on his shoulder as I press my cold lips to his cheek as a thank you. He smiles at me and motions for me to go to the kitchen, where a hot cup of tea is waiting on me.

“You’re the best friend every, I swear to god.” I shrug my coat off of my shoulders, draping it over one of the seats before cupping my cup with both hands, enjoying the warmth that seeps from it.
“Love, you’re bleeding.” Harry pushing my shoulder and this time I let out a huff as I wince, his hands immediately leaving my body as he stares at me in sympathy. “I fell against a frame, maybe some glass cut me.” I try to turn my head but can’t see anything, Harry already wetting a rag in the sink before coming closer again. “Hold still, I’ll clean it up for you.”

“Thank you Harry, also for letting me stay here tonight.” I speak again, Harry dropping the bloody towel in the bin before I follow him down the corridor. I have already spent a few nights here, mostly because of the same outcome back home earlier, and Harry every time let me stay in his guest room. Whenever he went on tour, I’d get a spare key so I could clean the place a bit during his absence and sleep in the guest room whenever things escalated and he wasn’t around. “Let’s watch a film, I’m sure your adrenaline levels are too high for a nap right now.” Harry smiles as he opens his bedroom door, motioning with his head for me to get inside. As I make myself comfortable on his bed, pulling the duvet over my legs, Harry opens Netflix and selects a movie I’ve never heard of. He crawls in bed with me and his arm is draped over my shoulder, head resting on his t-shirt clad chest.

It only takes me thirty minutes into the film before I feel my eyes drift closed, Harry’s gentle, stable heartbeat lulling me to sleep and making me forget about world war III going on back home.

I hope you enjoyed,
Lots of love,
L. xox

Argument Part 2

Thankfully Harry didn’t follow me. I don’t think I could handle any more fighting, or even looking at him.

So many thoughts were spinning around in my head. Hell we’d been together a year and a half, never in a million years would I think he’d ever lay a hand on me. Well a hand that would hurt me.

I set my pillow and blanket on the couch. Our couch was comfortable but it wasn’t very big. We didn’t care about size when ordering it because we never thought either of us would be sleeping on it. I guess times change.

Shit I forgot to grab something to sleep in. Usually I sleep in one of Harry’s t shirts and underwear. Thankfully I decided to wear just a t shirt and jeans to the store. I slowly take off my jeans and fold them over the chair. My whole body just felt numb, but at least the crying stopped mostly except for a few tears here and there.

In my t shirt I make my way to the bathroom and shut the door locking it.

I’m scared to look into the mirror. 1) I’m going to look like a mess and 2) I’m 99.9% sure there is going to be a hand mark on my face.

I place my hands on the counter top in front of the mirror and take a deep breath.

Slowly I look up and and gasp. Yes I look terrible. My mascara is everywhere and my eyes are blood shot. But the main thing that made me gasp was the big red hand mark across my cheek. I leaned in closer to the mirror to get a better look. You could definitely make out a hand print and you could tell where his rings were because they were slightly darker than the rest of the mark.

I couldn’t help it broke down again. Slowly I slid down in front of the counter onto the floor. I don’t think I could have cried any harder, I was sobbing.

After a little while there’s a light knocking at the door. I know who it is, but I can’t face him so I don’t say anything.

“Baby girl can you please open the door for me?” he says with a cracking, quiet voice.

He’s been crying, a lot. As much as it hurt me to hear him like this I’m not sure if I’m ready to face him.

I didn’t reply. It was silent for a few minutes so I thought he left but then I heard his voice again.

“Y/N I know you probably wont forgive me and I don’t blame you at all but I need to see you and make sure your o-” he says voice cracking even more.

I get up off the floor and quickly open up the door, I can’t stand hearing like this anymore. His eyes were more blood shot than mine and his hair was sticking up in every direction due to him constantly running his fingers through it due to stress and worry.

Some how my heart breaks even more seeing him and I didn’t think that was possible.

His eyes go wide when he realized I opened the door. Then his eyes dart to my left cheek where he had hit me. He takes a step forward and starts to cry even harder. Suddenly he drops to his knees, leans his forehead on my stomach, and wraps his arms around my upper thighs.

Through sobs he says “Oh baby I’m so sorry, I’m such an idiot I don’t deserve you, I’m a shitty ass boyfriend, I deser-”

I start running my fingers through his hair with hand.

“Harry, Harry look at me baby.” I say unwrapping his arms from around me and sliding down to my knees.

I put my hands on either side of his face and run my thumbs under his eyes to wipe away his tears.

“Don’t ever say your a shitty boyfriend, because you aren’t, you just did a real shitty thing.”

“But baby I hit you so hard and I’m an arse! I’ve just had so much build up stress and I just let it out on you. I promise I wont ever lay a hand on you unless it’s to love you.”

Harry takes my face in his hands and slowly brings his lips to the left cheek. Suddenly I feel kisses where the hand mark. I flinch a little because it still kind of stings. Harry pulls back and looks me in the eyes. I give him a little nod and get slowly goes back in. He kisses all over my left check then to my forehead, then my nose, then my whole face. He took time with every kiss and I knew he was truly sorry.

“Harry, I forgive you, just please talk to me next time. If your ever stressed, let me know  so I can try and figure out how to de-stress you. But I can’t do this again, I won’t do this again.” I say pulling away from his kisses.

“Oh thank you kitten I swear you wont regret this, and this will never happen again I swear.” He says with a relieved tone, then I pull him into a deep kiss.

“Now can we head to the bedroom to I can love you some more and show you how much you mean to me?” Harry says with a light smirk.

Of course I said yes and we headed to our bedroom.

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Here’s part 2!! If anyone wants me to write about something specific just let me know! Also this story is just and idea I had, I do not support any type of domestic violence!!