Hiiiiiii, this is a tiny blurb I wrote. I hope you enjoy. There may or may not be a part 2. xo
“Oi, who’s that?” Harry asks, nodding in your direction, before turning towards Jeffrey. It was his album release party, all the faces around him were familiar, except yours. Harry, being the social butterfly he is, would have no problem walking over and introducing himself, however there was something about you that made him nervous. He’d been eyeing you in your tight, black dress all night long, watching you laugh and talk amongst his peers, and you’d yet to look over in his direction.
“Ah, she’s a friend of Glenne’s,” Jeffrey replies, following Harry’s gaze. “It’s alright that she came, yeah?”
“Yeah…no worries, mate” he says, still watching the way you start laughing at something Glenne says. “She’s right fit, she come here alone?” Harry pesters again, but he had to know. He had to know if someone else got the privilege of putting their hands on you. The privilege of making you laugh. The privilege of making you moan.
Jeffrey laughs, “Yeah, I’m pretty sure she did,” Harry still staring in your direction, smirks. “Don’t get any ideas, H” he says, patting Harry on the back, before making his way over to the group of ladies. He watches as you greet Jeffrey with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, a pang of jealousy washing over him. You glance behind Jeff’s shoulder and finally catch Harry’s eyes. You smile at him, a devilish look in your eyes, before turning back to join the conversation.
You make your way over to the bartender to grab another drink, fully aware of his eyes, that have been on you all night, watching you do so. He’s wearing a dark green, velvet suit; the top 4 buttons on his dress shirt undone to reveal tattoos. His hair short, and styled in a fluffy quiff. You’ve had worse men stare at you, you think to yourself. You make sure to walk with a little more temerity in your step, to a seat at the bar. From the corner of your eye, you see him take a seat one chair down.
“You know, the polite thing to do when you see someone is say hello,” you start, turning towards his chair. “Not stare at them and follow wherever they go.” looking up to catch his wide eyed expression before he settles himself. His mouth turning up into a small grin with a slight hint of embarrassment for being caught. You call the bartender over, ordering a screwdriver for yourself.
“Can I have a scotch on the rocks, please?” his low-pitched voice rings out in your left ear. You turn your head to look at him once again, his green eyes holding your own, “Put those both on my tab, will yeh, Chris?”
“Oh, we have a tab, do we?” you quip, placing your hand underneath your chin to lean on the bar top. “Must come here often.” you say grabbing the drink that was just placed in front of you. You hear him give out a small laugh, before grabbing his own drink and taking a sip. He takes the opportunity to move into the empty chair between the two of you, the smell of his cologne immediately reaching your nose. The scent a mixture of sweet, and woodiness with an extra ingredient you suspect is just his natural aroma.
“Just nice to have it is all,” he finally answers, his eyes moving from your eyes to your lips and back. “Don’t come here often, no. Reckon yeh don’t either, yeah?” he asks.
“Why’s that” you play along, falling into whatever trap he’s setting. You think, you don’t mind falling into his trap. “I don’t look like a clubber?”
He takes another drink, dashing his smooth tongue over his bottom lip, quirking one side of his mouth up before answering, “Reckon that because I would have remember’d yeh” his eyes glimmering with teasing energy behind them.
“Very smooth, how long did that take you to come up with?” you tease back, the playful conversation flowing easily. “Was that before or after you started staring at me? Hmm?” narrowing your eyes at him, still waiting for him to admit he was watching you.
He puts on an offended expression, clutching his chest as if he was appalled by your accusation. “Wasn’t staring at yeh, was merely observing” he runs his hands through his silky locks of hair, fixing the hanging pieces away from his face. “Specifically your mouth”
“Yeah? What about my mouth?” you ask, eyebrows raised in suspicion.
He moves a bit closer, placing his hand underneath his chin in the same fashion as you have yours. He simply answers, “Thought I’d like to meet it one day.“
A little part two of my other fic ‘Jamaica’, thanks again to @sing-me-a-song-harry for helping me out with it! Enjoy!! xx B
You were so hot, and no matter how you twisted or turned, you couldn’t escape the heat. It radiated off of the solid body behind you and off of the heavy arm slung over your waist as puffs of breath huffed against your neck. Your eyes widened. Who could you have possibly…? Then it all came rushing back. The wine, a ringed hand slipping further up your thigh with each second and the sloppy, wonderful fuck against the dining room wall. It was Harry’s taste on your tongue. Harry’s moans in your memory. Harry’s body heat at your back. Trembling slightly, you rolled away from the man sleeping behind you, taking the bedsheets with you to cover your nakedness as you did. Harry didn’t stir as the bed shifted, and you cursed under your breath as you remembered your clothes being discarded on the dining room floor in your haste to undress each other. Hopefully anyone who actually made it back to the house after a night of drinks was too tired or too tipsy to notice the clothes scattered around.
Just as your hand grasped the doorknob, the bed creaked, a soft grunt reaching your ears. You froze in anticipation.
“Y/N?” His voice was soft and gravelly from sleep, his knuckles coming to rub at his eyes as he sat up. Harry took you in, your pretty form clutching the silk sheets around you like a second skin. “What’re yeh doin’?” He asked.
You swallowed, heart racing. “I’m…I’m going back to my room before anyone realizes I’m in here, without clothes on,” you said shakily, glancing over your shoulder at him. His hair was ruffled from sleep and the multiple times you’d tugged on his roots the night before, and his lips were swollen and pink. You wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed with him. You didn’t leave the door, though.
“Love,“ he said quietly, eyes darting over you as he slowly rose from the bed with his hand extended toward you as he approached, like he was trying to calm a wild animal that would run the instant he got too close. “Yeh avoidin’ me? Tryin’ t’ leave before I woke up?” Your eyes squeezed shut, his hand landing on your wrist as flashes of those hands running along your skin went through your mind. You swallowed.
“I’m..I’m not avoiding you. Just…need to do some shopping, s'all.” Harry let out a low chuckle, green eyes understanding as he came to stand in front of you. The rest of the house was still silent and you were thankful for the alcohol that had provided the peace.
“’M sorry, love, I am. We were both just in t'moment, and a lit’le drunk, we don’ have t'make it into more than that.” His words had the opposite effect than he intended and he knew it immediately by the way hurt flashed in your eyes.
“You…you didn’t want it?” Your voice cracked, eyes looking anywhere but at Harry as tears welled in them. For so long, you’d secretly had feelings for him, wanted to feel his lips on yours and his skin against your body, and now that you had, he was acting as if it didn’t mean anything to him at all. You turned away from him, sniffling as Harry made an affronted grunt.
“No, no, angel, tha’s not wha’ I meant. O'course I wanted it, wanted yeh. O'course I did, still do.” You paused, wiping at one of your eyes and angling your head to glance back at him. “’Ve always wanted yeh, sweetheart. If y'don’ feel th’ same, tha’s fine, but don’ yeh dare think I didn’t want yeh, or I just wanted a quick fuck. Don’.”
Sincerity and concern shown in his dark eyes, and before you could over think yourself, your hands were cupping his jaw and your lips were against his, the sheet falling to the floor without your hands there to hold it. Harry took in a shocked breath through his nose, but his hands fell to your hips and he pulled you closer, molding your body to his. Now that you were both completely sober and not locked in a lust-driven race to get to your orgasms, the kiss was slow and hot, your heads tilting and lips smacking softly. Your hands slid to his chest and Harry’s came to your jaw, thumb rubbing softly over it as he urged you towards the bed. His lips moved down your cheek to your neck, sucking gently on the skin there as your head lolled back, eyes fluttering shut.
“Harry,” you whined, “I need you.“ A low growl left his throat as his fingers trailed down your body. "Yeh wan’ it, pet? No runnin’ away this time?” A cheeky smile pulled at his mouth as he raised his head to meet your gaze and you nodded seriously, tugging on his necklace to connect your lips again.
“No running.” You agreed. Your bare back met the mattress again, and you whimpered as you dragged your mouth along his throat, tongue darting out every now and then to taste him. Harry moaned above you, his arms trembling as he rubbed his hardening length against your center. He was all slow, warm hands as they ran down your sides, his body sliding down to rest at the foot of the bed. His soft lips began to sponge kisses from your ankle up to your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh. You whined impatiently when Harry returned to hover over you, still slow and wild eyed. After a few more needy kisses, you trailed your eyes over him in the morning light. He was gorgeous; from his bedroom eyes to his flushed, weepy cock, he was the prettiest thing you’d ever seen.
“S'pretty.” Harry laughed and sweetly kissed you before his mouth returned to the hollow of your throat, moving down to your breasts. Desire flooded through you, your body humming at the notion of having him buried inside of you again, your belly tingling in anticipation.
“‘M gonna fuck yeh nice ‘n slow, sweetheart, show yeh how bad ‘ve wanted yeh. Yeh feel tha’?” His hard cock pressed into your thigh and you whimpered, mouth falling open. “S’what y’do t’ me.” He slowly trailed his fingertips down your body until he reached your center, immediately finding your clit and circling it with fervor. A strangled moan fell from your lips.
“Please, Harry!” The words were all you could manage, head so filled with the haze of lust you could barely see. Harry smiled against the skin of your chest, hips shifting as he lined himself up.
“Yeh need me, angel? Hm?” Your fingernails clawed at his back as he entered you, stretching you in the most delicious way. Harry’s words trailed off into deep, drawn out moans as your walls clenched around him, warm and wet. “Pet, yeh feel s’good fo’ me.” You pulled him down for a kiss, tongues tangling and breath mingling. Harry’s teeth sank into your lip with a grunt, his hips thrusting forward at a steady pace. His cock dragged slowly in and out of you, and his eyes squeezed shut, the feeling indescribable.
“Wanted you for so long,” you wheezed, wrapping a leg around his waist to pull him deeper into you. “So, so long.” Harry groaned, head falling to rest on your collar bone.
“‘Here! ‘M here, angel, ‘m righ’ here,” Harry bit out, teeth clenching when the headboard knocked into the wall. “Christ!” The heat was stifling, the sounds of your pants and dirty moans filling the air, and you couldn’t find it in you to care that anyone in the house could probably hear the noises. Let them hear how well Harry fucked you, how good he was to you. A ringed hand slipped down to rub your clit, eliciting sharp cries from you as Harry’s hips thrust deeper. Each stroke was long and measured, making sure to fill you to the brim and push you to the limit faster. A light sheen of sweat covered yours and Harry’s skin, making him difficult to grab onto, but as you sank your nails into his back for leverage, a hoarse cry of pleasure left his throat.
“Do tha’ again, pet, c’mon, be good fo’ me.” You raked your nails down his skin, sure to leave scratches, but you didn’t think twice about it when you felt his cock twitch inside of you. “Fuck, love, y’feel s’good.” You were taut underneath him, barely able to catch a breath, and you found your hands pushing at his shoulders roughly.
“Wanna ride you, please.” Harry’s eyes rolled with pleasure, his length barely leaving you as he rolled to his back and you moved to straddle him and sink down onto his cock. The new angle pushed him even deeper, and Harry was quick to start pushing up into you, not wanting to wait a minute more. “You feel so good, Harry. Oh my God, please don’t stop!” His hands cupped your breasts, tweaking your nipples as his eyes roamed over your body as you moved above him. Heat curled in your belly, coiling tightly like a spring as you slipped a hand down your body to rub at your clit.
“C’mon, angel, look s’good fo’ me, ridin’ m’so well. Need yeh t’ cum all ov’ m’cock.” You moaned at his words, grinding down on him as he thrusted upwards. Your walls clenched around him, squeezing his cock so tightly you could feel the vein that ran along his length pulse inside of you. It didn’t take much longer for you to throw your head back as your orgasm rolled over you, your mouth falling open in a loud cry. Harry was quick to follow, teeth gritting and neck veins on display as he climaxed. With him still buried inside you, you slouched forward, breathing hard against his chest. Chaste kisses were pressed to your sweaty forehead and Harry tenderly rubbed your back, eyes fluttering shut.
“Still no running?” He managed to wheeze, a small smile curving his lips. You let out a shaky laugh, nipping at his throat playfully.
“After that, I’m not even sure I can walk. I’m not going anywhere.” A rumbling laugh was Harry’s only reply.
So @blueeyedsoulme and I were having a chat about working in an office and just jobs in general and then it turned into imagining someone like Ed Sheeran or Harry working in an office. It ended up in a full on swapping of ideas for what Harry would be like in an office job. We both began to fangirl so much over picturing our ideas that I decided to write it. Enjoy!
Harry Styles was the talk of the office. He always had been. He was funny, smart, attractive and a complete flirt. He was that guy that had every girl in the office wanting him and every guy wanting to be him. He would have several of the girls huddled together a distance away from him, whispering about the unique and slightly ostentatious pattered pants, silk shirts and multiple gaudy rings on his fingers. He loved every bit of the attention as he was a self proclaimed narcissist.
He would ask female co-workers to join him for lunch, shoot the group of giggling women a smirk causing them to break into a round of whispered giggles. He lived for it all.
There of course was one person in the office seemingly unaffected by his charm and good looks. There was no denying that he was attractive but for whatever reason you didn’t seem to care. And that drew him to you even more. At first he thought he was drawn to you because of your lack of care towards him but he quickly realized it was something more.
He was attracted to you, your smile, your drive, your dedication to your job and that office. You were beautiful and he wanted to be close to you as much as possible.
He was acting like a teenage boy in love. He would take the long way back to his desk just so he could pass yours and take in how you looked that day, the way you wore clothes that flattered your figure and brought out the gorgeousness of your eyes and how focused you were on your task at hand, making sure it was done to perfection.
He would make sure to take the seat beside you as often as possible in staff meetings. He was caught up in you and wasn’t sure how to go about letting you know that, if he even should. The lunch dates with other co-workers was just a past time. He never did anything more but flirt, no matter how much they all but begged him for more.
“Hey, Y/N,” He stepped up to your desk early one Monday morning. He leaned his hip against the side of your desk, looking down at you, attempting to draw your attention to him but your eyes stay focused on the monitor before you.
“Hey,” You would answer back, still not looking up at him.
“Anything fun happen over the weekend?” He questioned, hoping to strike up a full conversation with you but all you did to show you were listening was glace up at him before turning to a stack of folders beside you, studying the information printed on it.
“Not really,” You eventually answered before you finally turned towards him, swiveling a bit in your chair. You look up into his green eyes but again, he notes how unaffected you seemed to be. “Finished a book from my seemingly never ending stack.” You answered, giving a shrug. You then turned back to your monitor and Harry knew the conversation was over as you didn’t make an attempt to ask how his weekend was. Not that he did anything much, but he would have still talked about it anyway.
“Okay, well…” He stood up straight and decided to call it finished and head back to his desk. “Have a good day.” He turns then, grimacing a bit at what you surely thought was an awkward conversation and took a few steps towards his desk that was across the large open space.
“Oh hey, Harry!” His heart skips a beat when you call after him. He turns back immediately, noting the group of girls standing a few desks over, eyeing the interaction but offers them no sign that he cared.
“Yes?” He questions, giving you a small smile.
“I accidentely grabbed these from the printer when I got my things earlier, they are yours, right?” You hold out a small stack of papers that Harry had in-fact printed out earlier when he saw you heading for the printer. He had planned on meeting you over there to to strike up a conversation but got held up by the boss coming over to ask what was going on with a certain client.
“Oh yeah, righ’, thanks.” He grabs for them and you turn back to the computer after offering him a smile. He sighs and heads back to his desk, feeling a big dejected.
It was a few days later, after a few more short encounters, that he finally decided to make an actual move and make sure you were aware of how he felt. He went to Starbucks that was next door, ordering the drink you got every morning - yeah, he had memorized your order. Was that creepy? Possibly, but he hoped you would see it as a kind gesture anyway.
He saw you there when he walked in, drink in hand, seated at your desk already. You were pouring over a file, a small crease formed between your brows as you also bit at your lower lip. He came to a halt a few steps away from your desk, his heart beating rapidly against his ribs as he thought about what he intended to say. He finally took a few deep breaths, building up the courage to do this.
He simply places the drink beside your keyboard and waits for you to notice. When you do, you turn towards him, a frown on your face as you glance down at it.
“What is this?” You question. Harry, or anyone in the office for that matter, had never gotten you coffee.
“You’re favorite.” He comments with a small shrug of his broad shoulders, offering you up a smile.
“Oh,” You noted how he had in fact gotten you the correct order. You were slightly flattered as you reach for it but also more so confused. “Thank you.” You take a sip of it then. “Why, though?” You ask him, eyeing him over the rim of the cup as you take another drink.
“I wan’ to talk to you about somethin’.” He reveals, moving a stack of papers from your desk to take a seat. You eye him cautiously, not sure what he was getting at.
“And what is that?” You look up into his green eyes, feeling yourself needing to suddenly take a deep breath of air as you got short of breath. You wondered what he had to say and why you could basically feel the nerves radiating off of him. Harry was always so confident with the other girls in the office, you saw how he was with them, had seen him flirting with them and having lunch with them, making them laugh and giggle. He had even asked you to lunch multiple times but you had said it was going to be a working lunch that day and simply couldn’t. You didn’t want to just be another one of those girls he flirted with, that just wasn’t you.
“Come to lunch with me today.” You sigh but he continues on. “I know, I know, I’ve asked before and you don’ wan’ to, but I’m no’ askin’ you like how I do anyone else in the office. ‘m askin you because I wan’ to spend time with you, I wan’ to ge’ to know you. I like you, Y/N, I mean truly like you.”
“Harry,” You shake your head, giving yet another sigh. “Even if you like me more than how you like the other girls, I don’t want to get involved with the office flirt.” Harry knew he deserved that reputation. There was no reason to deny such a thing, that’s what he was.
“I told you, it’s no’ like tha’ with you.” He tries assuring you but he could still see the hesitancy. “Okay, jus’ one lunch with me. Give me the chance, at least to ge’ you to see it.” You sigh then, staring up at his face, seeing that he was seemingly being completely sincere.
“You’ll stop flirting with everyone if I agree to go to lunch?” You question. Maybe not seeing him constantly flirting with every girl he passes would help you see he did have feelings for you. Maybe. You did like him, you were attracted to him, and he was sweet and funny, it wouldn’t be the worst thing to maybe do this with him.
“O’ course. It will jus’ be you.” You give him a smile then, seeing his face light up with hope at the sight of it. “You’ll go with me?”
“I mean,” You shrug. “You seem pretty sincere so I’ll give you a chance. I’m not promising anything serious but we’ll see how it goes.” He grins then, that adorable boyish grin that actually made a flutter happen in your chest.
“So how abou’ dinner tonigh’ instead?” He questions, it turning to a slight smirk but you laugh and shake your head as you stand from your chair.
“We’ll start with lunch, don’t push it.” You tell him but offer him a smile. “And then we’ll see about dinner.”
“I’ll take wha’ I can ge’.” You give him a small smile, shaking your head. What had you just gotten yourself into? Whatever it was, you were excited for it. You smack him playfully on the chest before you turn and walk away, turning back to shoot him one last grin, seeing him still smiling widely.
Many girls had gotten lunch with Harry, but this was more than that, you felt. This was somewhat of an actual date, Harry had feelings for you. And the idea made butterflies flutter in your stomach.
It was well after 2am by the time I gave up waiting,
shuffling to the bedroom with a defeated sigh, leaving a couple of hall lights
on behind me should he arrive home after I’d fallen asleep.
Harry had been out with his friends since 6.30pm, dinner and
a few drinks he told me, “Nothing major sweetheart, I’ll be home by 12”.
“12 my arse” I grumbled as I crawled in to bed, shuffling
under the duvet and into the cool sheets. I had waited up for him like he
asked, but as 12 came and went, and my phone remained void of messages, I gave
up. It was unusual of Harry to stay out later than intended and not let me
know, and to say his lack of contact had me worried was an understatement.
I settled in to bed, lying flat on my back with my hands
resting on my chest and my eyes gazing up at the ceiling, the exhaustion
threatening to pull them closed but my concern repeatedly pulling them back
open. As 3am drifted past, I finally slipped into an uneasy sleep.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed before I was ripped
from my dreams by a loud banging on the front door, but I was faintly aware of
a thin band of pale light creeping in between the curtains. A second series of
aggressive knocks rattled the front door. I quickly flung myself from the bed
and pulled a jumper over my body, dashing down the stairs in my pyjama trousers
and socks. As I unlatched the front door, I assumed I would pull it back to
find Harry, having lost his keys or too drunk to get them in the lock I wasn’t
sure, but I knew it would be him. I was prepared to be relieved to have him in
front of me, I was also prepared for the anger that would inevitably follow as
he slurred out an excuse for returning during the early hours of the morning.
But as I opened the door, everything I expected was replaced with one thing:
Stood before me, silhouetted by the crisp light of the early
morning, were two police officers. The two men took no notice of my appearance
as one offered me a soft smile.
“Miss Y/L/N?” he asked. By this point, I was too stunned to
answer. Every possible reason as to why I was being faced with two police
officers at 5 o’clock in the morning flashed through my brain in what must have
been no longer than a second, and all of them ended with Harry, arrested,
injured or worse. I’ve seen the programmes, the cop dramas and movies, and no
good ever comes from having a policeman stood on your doorstep without good
My inner turmoil must have been present on my face as the
taller officer, a slender man with a thin beard and moustache, spoke again
without waiting for my reply to his earlier question.
“No need to panic love, I can tell what you’re thinking and
it’s not that” he said, his words lifting a weight off my heart. But still my
brows furrowed in confusion.
“Is everything ok?” I asked.
“Well we are here on behalf of your boyfriend, Mr Styles,
yes?” he asked and I nodded.
“Got ‘imself into a bit of trouble last night” the other
officer said. He was shorter than his colleague and rounder, his hand stuffed
into the front of his vest to brace him against the chill of the morning air.
“What happened? Is he ok?” I rushed.
“He’s fine. He was arrested last night for being drunk and
disorderly. Kept him in the cells over night to sober him up. We’ve been sent
to request that you come and collect him, there are a few forms that need to be
filled out on his behalf” he explained. I was stunned silent. Harry, drunk and
disorderly? It didn’t make sense, and it didn’t sit well in my stomach. I was
well aware of the fact that Harry, like perhaps anyone else, was more than
susceptible to the effects of alcohol, and on more than one occasion I had to
pull him away from a fight on a night out, but for Harry to follow through on
what I had always assumed were idle threats surprised me.
“Oh, oh right. Um, ok, just let me get dressed and I’ll
follow you there in my car?” I suggested.
“Sounds good. We’ll just wait for you in our car, head out
when you’re ready” the shorter officer spoke once again before they both turned
away and returned to their car which was parked on the road just outside. I shut
the door quickly and rushed upstairs, not bothering to change the jumper I had
thrown on, but instead opting to switch my flannel pyjama bottoms for a pair of
jeans. I stuffed my feet in to a pair of trainers as I grabbed my phone and
keys before dashing out the front door again, locking it firmly behind me.
The officers drove slower than was probably necessary as I followed
them across town to the local station, making a point to hold back after each junction
to make sure that I was behind them. I pulled my car up beside them as we
reached the station car park and followed them inside like they said.
“We’ve got Miss Y/L/N ‘ere Sir” the tall officer said, who I
learned was called Tom as we hurried across the frozen ground of the car park
and in to the welcome head of the station reception.
“Ah yes, thank you Sargent, I’ll deal with it from here”.
Both officers gave me a small tip of the hat as they disappeared down one of
the many corridors that branched off from the desk I was stood before.
“Not what you were expecting this morning ay Miss?” the man
behind the desk said as he collected some papers from beside him and placing
them in front of me along with a pen.
“Em no, not exactly” I said with by best attempt at a
“No need to worry, just need you to fill out a couple of things
and then your boyfriend will be released without charge, no harm done. Well maybe
not for him, I imagine he’ll be getting a bit of an ear bashing from you on the
way home, am I right?” he said with a smile.
“You got that right” I snorted as I began filling in the
required details on the papers in front of me.
“I’d say he’s got the worst yet to come” he continued and
once again I nodded, he had no idea. The paperwork was long and extensive,
giving me more than enough time to decide whether I was angry, or relieved that
nothing serious had happened to him. It didn’t take me long to decide that I was
angry, furious in fact. For Harry, things like these become global news ‘Harry Styles arrested for being drunk and disorderly’,
‘Harry Styles spends night in a cell
following arrest’, ‘Harry Styles:
global superstar or drunken thug?’. His worldwide influence was growing day
by day, his album was number 1 across the world, he himself is number 1 on 2
Billboard charts, and he was marking that achievement, by getting himself
arrested. Way to go Harry.
“Done” the man behind the desk said as I signed the last page.
“I’ll just head along and get ‘im” he said, before removing himself from his
chair and disappearing, the large bunch of keys strapped to his waist jingling
as he went. It was only moments before he returned, a tired and rather apprehensive
Harry in his wake.
“Good luck Son” the man called as I turned to leave the
building, Harry shuffling along behind me. It was silent, neither of us spoke
as we hurried across the car park to escape the chill of the morning air. The smell
of stale alcohol drifted from him as he slipped into the passenger seat beside
me, his hands fidgeting nervously in his lap as I pulled out of the station and
began the journey home.
“Sorry” Harry mumbled after several more minutes of thick,
tense silence. I snapped.
“What the hell were you thinking?! Drunk and disorderly
Harry are you kidding me?! What happened?!” I shouted, the anger in my voice
resonating throughout the small confines of my car. Part of me wanted to calm
down, to let him explain and to listen to what reasonable excuse he had for
behaving in such an uncharacteristic way. But the anger at his carelessness was
consuming me, so I pushed the reasonable thoughts aside and continued speaking
before he had the chance to reply.
“Do you have any idea what the media are going to make of
this?! How could you be so stupid Harry?!”
“Y/N please, let me explain” he signed gently, looking at me
with wide, bloodshot eyes. I waved my hand in the air to encourage him to
“I don’t even know what happened, I wasn’t that drunk,” I
snorted but he pushed on, “I wasn’t I promise! We were having a couple of drinks
after dinner, just like I said and then this guy recognised me, said I was ‘That
guy who was in that band’. He knew you though, kept going on about how I had
such a ‘pretty girl’ and all this shit. He was off his face Y/N, literally
blind drunk, I was surprised he was still on his feet. But he kept going on and
on about you, said he’d seen you picture in the papers or something, and he was
saying some disgusting things. Kept saying I should share you out, give him and
turn for the night, said I could watch if it made me feel better” Harry cringed
and I supressed a shudder, the anger dissolving from my body with each word he
“I lost it after that, I don’t even remember what happened. I
must have followed him in to the street or something and attacked him cause the
next thing I knew I was pinned to the ground by two police officers and the guy
was being lifted into an ambulance. Someone said that they’d seen me follow the
guy out of the bar so they arrested me for being drunk and disorderly and took
me to the station. I’m sure you know the rest” Harry said with another gentle
sigh. I pulled the car up outside the house and killed the engine.
“But they released you without charge, no assault
conviction, nothing” I frowned.
“Yeah, a couple of people in the bar heard what was being
said, told the police everything and they let me go”.
“I was so worried Harry” I whispered, turning in my seat to
face him as he did the same. He sighed and reached over to brush his hand
against my cheek, running his thumb along the puffy skin beneath my eyes which
had developed from lack of sleep.
“I know baby, I’m sorry. I asked if I could call you but
they wouldn’t let me until everything had got sorted out” he said gently, his
fingertips brushing down my neck and pushing my hair back behind my shoulder.
“You don’t ever have to do that because some creep is saying
something about me you know?” I said and he nods his head gently.
“You didn’t hear what he was saying Y/N, it was so,” I
“Harry what people say doesn’t matter, what he was saying
would never have happened, you and I both know that. Don’t get yourself into
trouble just to protect me” I said gently.
“I’d do anything to protect you, sweetheart” he said, his
voice holding the most conviction it had since I picked him up.
“I know” I said, leaning across the centre console to press
my lips lightly against his. Neither of us tried to deepen the kiss, simply let
the comforting warmth of his lips against mine sooth the stress of the night.
“Come on curly,” I said, pulling away just far enough to speak,
my lips brushing gently against his, “let’s get you inside and in the shower,
you stink of alcohol” I said with a giggle, pulling away completely and reaching
for the door handle.
“Fine,” he sighed as I opened the door and stepped out, “but
you’re getting in with me” he added as I shut the car door, a small smile
spreading across my lips as his words ignited a warmth in my stomach.
Okay but why is no one talking about Liam’s new song? He worked so hard on it and it’s amazing!! It went to #1 hella fast and I think people said it broke a record. Where is everyone??? Show our boy some love!
Pedido: Faz um hot do Harry em que ele viaja
e eles ficam sem se ver por alguns tempos e tavam morrendo de saudades um do
outro, ai quando o Harry volta aparece varias pessoas e obstáculos para eles
não matarem a saudade mais no fim conseguem
Há dois meses estava em turnê por toda America e há dois
meses que não via a minha namorada e eu não tinha ideia como isso poderia doer
e para piorar ainda tinha mais algumas semanas antes de vê-la novamente. Como
eu queria ê aquele sorriso novamente e senti-la, meu coração parecia esta em
pedaços todas as vezes que via alguma entrevista dela ou uma foto no instagram.
Joguei-me no sofá e peguei meu celular e mandei uma
mensagem de texto para s/n, mas ela não visualizou deveria está ocupada demais
com os seus trabalhos. Meu empresário entrou no quatro no mesmo momento
carregando alguns papeis na mão, ele jogou na minha frente.
- Boas noticias,
adicionamos mais três shows na sua agenda.
Minha vontade naquele momento era falar que não queria
fazer nada daquilo só queria ir para casa e vê minha namorada apenas isso, mas
não poderia recusar uma oportunidade dessas, então apenas concordei com a
cabeça e sai andando sem dizer nenhuma palavra, eu só queria ficar sozinho por
um tempo é a única coisa que eu realmente preciso nesse momento.
Assim que terminei de vestir a minha ultima
modelo da noite, sentei-me no sofá, minha cabeça estava explodindo de dor, essa
noite estava sendo longa demais e eu só queria apenas chegar a casa e vê o
sorriso do Harry, mas isso parecia impossível de acontecer nesse momento já que
ele está em uma longa turnê pela a America. Passei as mãos nos meus longos
cabelos e peguei minha pasta aonde normalmente desenhos minhas criações e
normalmente tem haver com aquilo que estou sentindo no momento, mas nada saia,
parecia que quando ele não estava aqui meu corpo inteiro parava. Suspirei fundo
e joguei minha pasta longe.
- Temos um problema com
a modelo. – Uma mulher de meia idade chamou-me, tirando dos meus pensamentos.
Levantei do sofá e caminhei até a modelo que estava com
uma parte da blusa solta, custei rapidamente o local e voltei para os bastidores.
Assim que peguei meu celular vi duas mensagens do Harry e uma ligação, sorri.
Disquei rapidamente seu numero.
- Olá meu amor. – Do outro
lado da linha ouvi a voz do Harry e sem precisar pensar muito sabia que ele
- Oi Harry. – Sorri. –
Apenas duas semanas. – Por algum motivo quando dizia isso parecia que distancia
entre nós dois diminuía.
Harry não disse nada por um tempo, mas pude escutar um
suspiro. – Acho que mais quatro semanas. – Ele disse com tristeza.
- Como assim? O que
- Mais dois shows foram
adicionados. – Houve uma pausa. – Eu só queria vê você me desculpa.
- Não, esta tudo bem e
uma oportunidade incrível que você esta tento, eu vou ficar bem não se
Depois de alguns minutos conversando desliguei o celular
e comecei a chorar. Isso realmente estava me matando.
Assim que cheguei em casa vi meu passaporte jogado na
cama talvez o Harry não precisasse vir até a Europa e sim eu ir até a America.
Sem pensar duas vezes reservei uma passagem e depois de alguns minutos minhas
malas estavam prontas chamei um taxi até o aeroporto.
Tentava andar o mais rápido possível entre as pessoas, o
local estava lotado e todas as pessoas gritavam o nome do Harry e eu lutava
contra o tempo para por vê-lo antes do show. Assim que entrei no backstage
caminhei rapidamente até achar uma porta com o nome do Harry, meu coração
disparou assim que o vi sentado cortando o cabelo, ele tinha um sorriso no
rosto e fazia algumas brincadeiras como sempre. Assim que ele percebeu que eu
esta ali levantou rapidamente e correu em minha direção. Meus braços foram
entorno do seu pescoço e meus pés foram tirados do chão. Harry me segurava no
colo, sorri para ele. Nossos lábios colaram em um beijo caloroso.
I huffed, shutting the dryer door with my hip as I balanced the basket on my hip, walking out the laundry room and into the living room. This was the third load of the day and I was deeply regretting packing both mine and Harry’s whole wardrobe for our vacation in Greece.
I set the basket on the floor, sitting criss cross on the white fluffy rug in the living room, surrounded by piles of folded clothes and paired socks.
“Harry, can you help!” I shouted out, hoping to hear the sound of footsteps coming from the upstairs bathroom where I heard the water stop running and the door open.
I carefully folded one of his silk shirts, putting it in the pile that was meant for hangers when they were transported into the bedroom. Soon enough, footsteps came down the stairs slowly and I turned my head to watch my tanned boyfriend walk down the stairs with just a white towel around his waist.
I smiled big, leaning back on my palms and looking up at him as he hovered over me, small droplets dripping around from his still wet hair. “You called?” He smiled, looking around the living room at the piles of clothes.
“Can you please help?” I begged, pouting with big eyes and a jutted lip hoping to persuade him easier. I watched his face scrunch up before he leaned down to pick up a pair of boxers I neatly folded, dropping his towel and quickly slipped on the pair of boxers. He walked around me, sitting across from me and picking up on of my bralettes from the basket.
“You should wear this one day,” He nodded to himself, slowly folding the lacy piece before lightly placing it near the rest of my bras and underwear. I stopped folding the pair of jeans and looked up at him.
“Babe, I wore that yesterday,” I giggled, shaking my head and watching his eyes widen, looking between me and the bralette he just set down.
“I took it off s’quick I couldn’t even see it!” He defended himself, winking at me with a smirk on his face before grabbing a t-shirt from the basket.
After a few minutes and a now empty basket of laundry, I let out a breath, finally finishing the laundry that’s been piling up for days. I stood up, setting my hands on my hips and looking down at where he still sat, legs crossed in nothing but a pair of boxers, his hair laying almost flat from being wet.
“Y’know we still gotta go grocery shopping, mum’s coming over tomorrow.” I sighed, rubbing my temples, stressed over thinking about having the house perfectly clean for Sunday dinner with his family.
“S’what we doing just standin’ ‘ere, let’s go bub.” He snapped up, grabbing my shoulders and spinning me around, leading my up to the bedroom. “Gotta get dressed, th’ both of us.”
“All my clothes are down here you bum.” I laughed as he tried leading us to the stairs before stopping in his tracks.
“Shi- you’re so smart bub.” He said, turning my back around and tapping my nose. “Anyone ever tell ya that?”
“A few times,” I shrugged it off, laughing along with him before we searched for something decent to wear from the floor of our living room. Clean clothes this time.
(this was originally called domestic, donut be confused grasshoppers)
okay this might be some sort of a mini series, only because the idea of Domestic!Harry makes me so happy. Folding laundry, grocery shopping, the whole nine yards…
also sorry for any mistakes, i’m delusional at the moment :)
My heart is with Manchester right now, everyone please keep them in your prayers. Music is meant for love, keep that in mind and stay positive. Love you guys, stay safe x
Many of their fans are the same fans. It could have been any artist, venue or country. An attack on what is quite frankly a young female fan base, many of which are children – a soft target. Keep the victims in your thoughts.