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Sick of Losing You

Plot: Harry and Y/N lost each other when he found someone else.

Warnings: None aside that it kinda broke my heart.

Playlist to the one shot: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL2S-tehb1XqDqkmE4xnz7-SciJy61soVf

Thanks to @interfectorems for being such a good friend, supporter and for requesting this. 
Songs that are mentioned but not on the playlist are “Out of the Woods” by Taylor Swift & “If You don’t Know” by 5Sos.

Pic of this beauty isn’t mine.

I watched from a far how he held on to her hand, his fingers grasping and squeezing hers gently while his eyes never left her pretty face. He watched her speak with such an intensity in his green eyes, as if he literally saw nothing other than her. His girlfriend. Not me.
I took a deep breath, swallowed the thick lump building in my throat and turned away from the sight.
Exactly three weeks ago, Harry and I had shared a kiss. Our first kiss, which had been exactly how I’d secretly always wished for it to be. Of course it had been. Every time you get to kiss the person you love is special and like fireworks painting colors into the sky.

He’d been talking and listening to me all night, similar to how he now was with her and had at some point reached out to hold my hand, just like he was holding hers in this moment.
When the time felt right, he’d leant in and had captured my lips with his. Needless to say, Harry was a phenomenal kisser. He knew when to press further, when to use how much tongue and was very attentive to how my body responded to his. Whenever I thought about it now, my cheeks tingled with the memory of his hands cupping them gently as he cradled my face to keep me close. He’d been so soft, so perfect. Harry had touched me with a tenderness, I thought it’d break my heart. I remembered wrapping my arms around his neck and feeling like they belonged there, like I was meant to hold him close.
Only that I wasn’t. The girl he was with now only proved how insignificant I was.

I couldn’t help peaking and looking over at him again. Harry’s lips. I knew exactly how they felt when pressed against my own, knew their taste and shape. Their warmth. Harry’s touch was impossible to forget.
I watched him kiss his girlfriend with a mesmerized stare, before moving away and into the kitchen, leaving the small gathering of our friends with a murmured excuse that I needed to get a refill of my drink, when in reality I couldn’t bear seeing the man I loved sharing affectionate kisses with someone else.
But not even the kitchen was a safe area for me. t had been this exact kitchen, the one in Harry’s house, where he’d pulled me aside and told me about her for the first time.

“It’s difficult” I think he said. “It’s my fault that this situation has become so messy.”

Was it silly that I could actually still remember every word he spoke to me? That I’d engraved every pause, every take in of breath he made, deeply into my head?

“Listen, Y/N… You’re important to me. I care about you. Need you, it’s just… There is someone. Someone who could be a chance for a relationship and I really want to give this a go. Give her a go, I mean. You can understand that, right?”

At first it’d felt like none of it was real. Because how could he be serious?
Harry. My best friend, Harry.
Only three days after our magical first kiss, three days full of us talking and flirting and texting constantly, he was telling me that he wanted someone else. Her name was Ira. And though he was seemingly behaving the same way with her he had been with me, we weren’t the same. In fact, she was everything I wasn’t. So when he told me he wanted her and not me, that he was picking her over of me, how come I’d been surprised?

I would never be his first choice, not when there were thousands of others he could choose from. And it was time for my brain to learn to not interpret every kind gesture, time to learn to stop overthinking every word. It was time for my head to accept, that there was no way Harry Styles could possibly want me.

So… I had been understanding. Kind even.
I’d lied and told him that yes, I agreed that our kiss had been a mistake. We shouldn’t have done any of that and instead thought of our friendship first, rather than our impulses. I’d kept a smile on my face throughout the entire talk and even finished the short chat by wishing him good luck with her. Another lie.

My fingers shook and so I set the empty glass of my drink down quickly, worried for a moment that I might otherwise spill the last few drops. I didn’t think much when I reached for the bottle of vodka on the counter. There was no getting through this night if I didn’t have something proper to drink. If only I remembered the recipe….

“Need help?”

My shoulders tensed. It couldn’t be him. Please… anyone, literally anyone, but him.

However when I turned around, Harry was there. He stood tall and beautiful, his short hair soft and wavy. Harry’s compelling eyes held my gaze with such a tender rawness in them, my knees weakened. All my body burned for was to wrap my arms around his shoulders and have him embrace me, have him tell me that everything would be okay again. I felt like I needed it, but knew that this was a wish I would be denied. Harry must have felt it, too. It was in the air around us. It had changed and… buzzed. As if being in each other’s presence made the world halt still for a moment.

“I’m sorry,” Harry chuckled lowly when I didn’t say anything. How could he smile like everything was alright?

And what was it he was apologizing for? Abandoning our friendship? Ruining any hope I’d had to find a partner in him? Shattering my heart? Hardly.

“For scaring you,” Harry elaborated, a sudden hint of guilt in his eyes, almost as if he’d read my thoughts.

“It’s fine, Harry,” I muttered, bearing a false smile, “All good.”

It was hard to look at him. Especially his eyes. They burned a whole into my chest whenever my own orbs found them. They reminded me of the Harry he once was, the one I could always come to and rely on.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked, his head nodding towards the bottle of vodka. His forehead furrowed in a worried expression and I quickly set the container back down.

“I wanted to make myself a drink, but the recipe slipped my mind. I’m not as much of an alcoholic as it must look like.”

“Good to know,” Harry chuckled, then, visibly thinking about it first, took a step forward. “I remember what you like in your favorite drink. Could make you one.”

From how close he was standing, it was easy to notice every detail of his skin. Every curve of his lips, every hair of his barely-there beard. My stomach turned.

“That’d be nice.”

Harry smiled and nodded. “Okay.”

We avoided any touching. I was leant against the counter, he stood with a safe distance between us and only came closer when he needed a different ingredient that happened to be near me. It was awkward and… weird. It didn’t feel like ‘us’. The friends we’d been once seemed to be two completely different people. I knew him and felt he was familiar, but there was a emotional distance between us I knew neither of us could overcome. And still, I was with him and even if we behaved like strangers, being with Harry was nice.

“I think that’s it,” Harry said, breaking the silence. His eyes were set on the pink-orange liquid in my glass, then they drifted to my face. A proud smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.

“You 'think’?” I challenged shyly.

I took the glass from him (cautious not to touch his fingers) and took a sip. It tasted great.

“M'not big of a show off,” Harry grinned, “S'it good?”

I nodded and stirred the colored liquid once more. “Thanks, Harry.”

“You’re welcome, Y/N.” His voice was soft and his gaze shy.

The air around us shifted once more. My eyes teared up. What had happened to us? Harry and I… we used to be the kind of friends who didn’t stopped talking to each other for hours. At first, we’d be loud. We’d laugh and giggle so much eventually both of our tummies hurt. That was when we’d change the subject and speak more quietly, until several hours later our conversations drifted to topics only we were allowed to hear. Then we’d be whispering and sitting closer together, always an eager sparkle in the other’s eyes as we both listened with interest about what was being said.

I quickly turned away and pretended to yawn. My eyes blinked rapidly and I willed them not to cry in front of him. Not because of embarrassment, but because I couldn’t do that to him. I’d given him my okay. I had no right to be mad at him for having found someone else. Harry remained standing close and with his hands in the front pockets of his black jeans.

“I think I should go,” I muttered.

I held my head low and took a deep breath before looking at him briefly. Harry’s eyes held concern and his fingers twitched, as if he longed to reach out for me.

“Y/N, love,” he began lowly, “Do you think we could talk for a bit? S'been a while since I got to see you. Hear your voice. I missed you.”

This time when my eyes met his green orbs, I didn’t look away, even though I could feel the tears forming and coming closer to spilling over. Harry’s whole expression changed. His cheeks paled and his forehead furrowed deeper.

“I miss you, too, Harry,” I admitted, my weak voice barely above a whisper.

“No,” he mumbled, shaking his head slowly, sorrow deeply set in his eyes. His feet stepped closer and his warm hands touched my flushed cheeks before I even had the chance to back away from him. The unexpected closeness caught me off guard and had more tears coming, this time because of how much I hated how uncommon this sort of care from him had become.

Harry embraced me. His head buried itself into my neck and both arms wrapped themselves around my waist so he could lift me up from my feet. “Please no, Y/N, Sweetheart. Don’t cry.”

I couldn’t help it. My heart, the final bit that had been whole still, broke in his caring hands and I was overcome and pulled under a wave of grief. That was what I was doing. I was grieving our friendship and the lost hope I’d had for a relationship with him. And he allowed it. He let me cry against his collarbones without any complaint and instead began to hum quietly, knowing how much his voice always soothed me. Pain shot through my chest. He probably did the same when she was upset.

“I can’t-” I cried, but got cut off by my lungs that burned with need for air.

Harry hushed me, his hold tightening, “Don’t, Y/N. It’s going to be alright.”

I shook my head and loosened the hold I’d taken around his neck. My hands momentarily brushed his soft hair, then I pulled away. Harry hesitated but allowed me to step out of his hold.

“I can’t take it anymore, Harry,” I confessed, my voice breaking halfway through the sentence. I reached up to brush my cheeks with the end of my sleeve and hiccuped. My head felt numb and I knew if I didn’t get out of this kitchen soon, he’d witness a break down I wasn’t comfortable with him seeing.

Harry’s hand reached for my arm. I didn’t fight it when he pulled me closer to him, but avoided his eyes when he leaned down to find my gaze.

“Y/N,” he spoke, his voice rough with emotion, “I promise you, it’ll be alright. M'not leaving, okay? M'not. We’ll figure this out.”

I wanted to scream but all I could was shake my head rapidly. “Figure this out how? What have we become, Harry?”

Another sob wrecked through my chest.

“I don’t know,” he confessed, “But we’re going to find each other again, okay? I promise. Let me say goodbye to the others and then we’ll go for a walk or something. We’ll talk. About everything and nothing at all… Just like we always used to, yeah?”

Used to. So long ago, it seemed.

“Okay,” I whispered, my burning eyes set on my feet. My skin shivered under his warmth and my lips hurt from how much I was bitting them.

I flinched when his mouth pressed a kiss to my head. The skin was left with a burning sensation. “Wait for me here, love.”

Harry’s quick feet carried him out of the kitchen and left me standing by the counter with my heart at the pit of my stomach. I stood up straight and brushed the few remaining tears from my cheeks. My skin tingled and I felt the hint of a smile on my lips, even though my body ached.
Looking back now, I wish I would have stayed put by the counter and had waited for him just like he’d asked me to. I wish I hadn’t been impatient and eager to reunite with Harry, because that eagerness drove me to exit the kitchen shortly after him and turn the corner, allowing me clear view into the living room.
There he stood. His arms around her thin form, his hands in her long hair and his lips kissing hers. All air was knocked right out of me. I could see how his hands gently moved against her neck, bringing her in closer and their bodies flush together. When their lips parted for a moment, I could see how he let his tongue run along his lower lip, as if he wanted to make sure he got all of her taste. And I could see him smile warmly at her, right before he leaned back in to connect their mouths once more. This sight… it burned.
I didn’t wait for him. Because I had been wrong before. My heart wasn’t truly broken until that moment, witnessing the man I loved with my everything, kissing a woman who wasn’t me. And if he wasn’t going to leave me, if he was just going to keep me close and allow my heart to shatter over and over again, then I supposed I would have to be the one to go first.
So that’s what I did. I walked back to the entryway, slid on my jacket, picked up my bag, and left the house. Left, to never come back to Harry Styles.

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Y/N would have never imagined the amount of attention being Harry’s best friend would bring. There’s also always speculations, suspicions that the two might be more than friends, given the fact that when they go out, it’s like they might as well be joined at the hip. Where Harry is on a day off, Y/N is sure to follow, and the paparazzi gets pictures of it all. But Y/N’s always been just a friend. It’s not like she trails behind him like a puppy, no. Harry just always loves having her around, finds comfort in the way she talks to him without a hint of glorification. Tracing back to the beginning of their friendship, Y/N didn’t tip toe around Harry, trying to make sure to not say the wrong thing, never really made impressing Harry a priority. And Harry really appreciated that.

And the relentless bother and questions of “are you two dating?” doesn’t end with the public, no, it continues, and probably gets more intense coming from their group of friends.

Whenever Y/N steps away from Harry’s side, there’s always one of the boys whispering to him about how they’re sure she’s got him wrapped around her pretty little finger. How at the call of his name, Harry never thinks twice about dropping everything and tending to her wants and needs. They make it sound awful in a way, as if Y/N is always needy of Harry and demanded his attention. But they don’t mean it like that really, just like bothering him about it, specially because he gets all worked up in trying to defend her.

They even comment about how they’ve taken notice to the fact Harry’s smile can stretch for miles at the mention of her name, which Harry has never denied. Only nods his head in amusement at the fact others notice.

And maybe their secret little escapes to what they refer to as “friend dates” are no help. They’ll be having a night in on the sofa, Harry sat at the edge of it, elbow propped on the arm rest, mindlessly scrolling through texts and thumbs swift on the screen, typing replies to friends. And obviously Y/N’s with him, lying down and feet resting on his lap, her head flat on the cushion, eyes shut because she quite enjoys just lying about in a silent room, knowing Harry’s there. And it’s not until he shuffles to stand up, pushing her legs off him in the process, that she opens her eyes and follows his body across the room where he doubles over to slip on his YSL boots before he goes for his coat. With a small whisper of “ye’ comin’?” Y/N is sure to follow his steps. Most nights like that they end up in some random bar or restaurant, sat on a stool or a booth, laughing and eating. Harry will often opt to sit next to her rather than in front, taking the chance to lay his head on her shoulder. Even kiss at her neck sometimes.

And when the boys catch a glimpse of the paparazzi photos taken of them all cuddly on a random Tuesday night at a local cafe, Harry’s phone just about overloads with texts from Niall going on about “I knew it!” And “just ask her, man!”

So no, it’s not out of the ordinary for Louis to make a ‘wuh-PSSSH’ sound followed by something snarky like “so whipped, mate. And she’s not even ye’ girlfriend,” when he notices Harry’s stare trailing to where Y/N goes as she makes breakfast for the lot. Harry tries to disregard the comment as Louis takes a seat next to him at the kitchen island.

“What’re you guys going on about over there?” Y/N asks, giggling to herself, “got Harry blushing and all.”

And of course with no chill what so ever, Liam pats Harry on the back, a devilish smile playing on his lips, “Harry here has found himself head over heels.”

Y/N can’t deny that her heart sinks a little at that, but she doesn’t let it faze her, or at least she doesn’t show it. “Really?? Oh who is she??”

“Yeah, Harry! Tell our lovely Y/N who’s the lucky woman!” Harry would hope Niall would be the one not to indulge in his current tormenting.

But Harry can only look at Y/N, her eyes locked on his from across the room. And Harry swears he’s never seen her look at him the way she is right now.

And the boys don’t mean to over tease him this time, just wish he’d finally let it out and tell her because they’re rather sure Y/N feels the same. It’s hard not to notice the way she looks at him, eyes full of adoration and dare they say, love.

When the air has fallen silent for far too long, Liam decides to change the subject for Harry’s sake and stands up to give Y/N a hand with the pouring of the beverages.

“You two have gotten to the point where you grocery shop together.” Liam starts again when Y/N steps away for more milk, “you cook together. You do laundry together. You’re always going on dates. You go with her for manis and pedis, and I’m sure you enjoy it, too.”

“So wha’?? I like spendin’ time with her.” Harry doesn’t really see why that’s so bad, being whipped and all.

“You sleep together,” Louis chimes in, “hell, wouldn’t be surprised if you showered together.”

Now that’s just nonsense.

“Sod off ye’ prick.”


It’s been a few weeks since the day Y/N found out Harry’s interested in someone. And she’d be lying if she said it doesn’t keep her awake at night. Awake while she’s lying next to Harry because of the fact that they’d much rather sleep together than alone. But when she looks over at him, she can’t help but smile.

She’s lying on her side, eyes tracing his, rid of any wrinkles they get when he smiles or frowns. They trace all of him. From his eyes to his eyebrows, then his cheeks and to his nose, where she kisses lightly, careful not to wake him. He only crinkles it for a short second, to which she only smiles. Her eyes linger down his neck, tracing every muscle and crevice until she’s looking at the tattoos on his chest, the steady rise and fall of it has her breathing adapting to his.

It’s when she looks at his parted bubble gum pink lips that she raises a hand, her index finger ghosting over his bottom lip. The touch has Harry stirring, eyes open for a moment before he puckers his lips to peck her finger, a smile on his face. He flutters his eyes shut for a second before resting his hand on her waist and rubbing his thumb gently on the exposed skin. He moans in content, pulls her body closer to his and rests his lips on her hair line.

“Go t'sleep, pet.”

And why oh why did she ever think some friendly flirting and bed sharing with her best friend could never lead to any emotional attachment.


The cuddles haven’t stopped. Harry’s lingering kisses and hugs haven’t stopped. The boys teasing on Harry behind Y/N’s back hasn’t stopped. Y/N sleeping in Harry’s bed hasn’t stopped. And Y/N’s constant self reminder that Harry might just be in love with someone else has not stopped.

If she’s being quite honest, she’s not liking the way the boys snicker and whisper to Harry when she walks off. And she really doesn’t like how whatever and whoever they’re whispering about is making Harry blush and smile sheepishly like crazy. Wishes she knew what they’re always being so secretive about. But giving it a second thought, maybe she doesn’t wanna know. It’s all the same to her now though.

The movie on the telly doesn’t seem to distract her anymore, not from her thoughts which are taking over her mind the more time she spends in Harry’s home. And to add to that, the second she steps back into the room with a bowl of popcorn the boys go silent. It makes her feel awful…left out, but she’s sure they don’t mean to do it. She should be thankful right? At least they’re nice enough not to talk about Harry’s girl in front of her, or maybe that’s just something she wants to believe.

“Oh popcorn.” Niall’s first to reach out and grab a handful before she’s even had the chance to get to her seat next to Harry.

“Thanks, love.” Harry whispers, kissing her cheek the second she sits down.

She notices out of the corner of her eye how Louis smirks and nods his head when Harry wraps his arm around her shoulder. What’s so funny??

The moment Harry presses another kiss to the top of her head is the moment she realizes she’s had enough. It’s the moment she realizes she can’t keep pretending and letting herself fall even more. Not after what Liam said.

“I have to go. It’s getting pretty late.” This catches everyone off guard, especially Harry.

When she stands up to leave, his fingers around her wrist are quick to make her stop and have her look down at him, still sat on the sofa. “Wha’ do ye’ mean? Ye’ always spend the night, poppet.”

His brows are furrowed now, grip tight on her wrist, fearing that if he loosens it she might just slip away.

Of course they can’t ignore the other people in the room though, so when Y/N’s eyes avert to the boys, Harry is quick to stand up and lead them away.

“Everythin’ a'right?” His eyes scan hers for answers, his hand now cupping her neck, thumb rubbing soothingly at her jaw.

The cool of his rings on her skin keep her at ease. But the uncertainty in her eyes has Harry feeling all types of useless.

“Tell me wha’s wrong, little one. Wha’ can I do to make ye’ feel better?”

And those words would have made no sense if it wasn’t for the sudden feeling of Harry wiping away a stray tear she didn’t notice she’d shed.

She can’t. She can’t break down. Not in front of him. What can she say for him to let her go??

“Nothing’s wrong, Harry.”

But she’s sure he doesn’t believe her, not one bit. He knows her too well.

And she can tell he’s about to say something else, and she knows if she lets him, she’s sure to fall back into whatever they have.

“I’ve really got to go. I’ve got a date in an hour and I have to go get ready.”

As much bullshit of an excuse as that is, Harry’s grip on her wrist loosens, and the hand on her neck falls.

And she takes the opportunity to slip out the door.

Whipped…friends?? Or.. (Part Two)

Everything is Yours

Originally posted by harrysimpact

Authors Note:  Hooray for me staying committed as fuck to this mini series (I guess we can call it that now since its three parts or a three part imagine. Listen whatever floats your boat sister).  I’m in complete awe that in my writing comeback I have gotten this much positive feedback, thank you guys so much. I promise to continue to grow as a writer and pump out better content. I also made a masterlist of all my writing, so you guys can read my old writing while I work on new stuff. This part 2 of the Ultralight Beam Series, you can find part Uno here.  This part is inspired by Everything Is Yours by Kehlani (MY FUCKING QUEEN) , so it is highly recommended you listen to the song while reading. Anyways I hope you enjoy, part 3 coming soon and my ask box is still open to request so please leave some. Wuvers you guys. BTW This hella dedicated to @stylesallthelovex for being obessed with this series. Thanks for the support love.

  A month went by and you hadn’t talked to Harry since his listening party. You thought it would be a good thing, maybe it was time to cut your losses while you were ahead. Maybe this would allow you to better your relationship with Nick and Harry to find someone better. But Harry was right, you were so damn bored. Nick bored the hell out of you in every way possible , which should be the least of your worries because on top of all of the boredom he was still fucking his assistant. Not that you could be too angry when less than a month ago you were fucking Harry, but he was gone now and you were more unhappy than ever.

  Your eyes fluttered open and squinted slight adjusting to the morning sun, you pushed your white duvet to the side as you slipped out of bed and into your bedside slippers. You walked over to your bedroom mirror taking a look at yourself. You let out a gentle sigh as you rubbed your cheeks. Is this really what your life has become, you thought as you let your hair down from your ponytail. You were bored. You were unloved. But most of all you were unhappy. You caught a glimpse of Nick in the mirror, and you caught yourself wishing it was Harry. You never took the time to realize how much you missed Harry; you missed waking up to his soft snores, his concentrated face when he attempted to help you make pancakes, the soft touch of his button up shirts that you would always throw on after a night full of passion. You looked down at your engagement ring on your finger, before you thought it was one of the most beautiful rings you had ever seen in your life. But now you despised the ring, it was a constant reminder of one of the dumbest mistakes you had ever made in your life. You would rather marry that piece of shit than to be with someone who actually loves you , Harry’s words echoed in your mind as tears slowly began to roll down your cheeks. What were you doing here? With this man that you don’t even love and that doesn’t even love you. You don’t even notice that you were sobbing until multiple tears drops hit your ring finger, you looked up at yourself once again. I loved you since I first met you ! . You slowly pulled the ring off your finger, the ring that you had worn for the last 9 months, and placed on the dresser. You quickly grabbed your suitcase and stuffed it with your essential personal items, once you were done you took last glance at Nick. He barely even noticed you got out of bed, you shook your head and walked out of the door and out of Nick’s life for good.

 You drove 5 hours, probably 4 hours since you were literally speeding the entire way there , to get to Harry’s house. Luckily security let you in with no question, you slowed your car as you approached his driveway. You stepped out your car and walked to his front door, softly knocking “Harry it’s me open up”. You knocked again a little bit harder this time, tapping your foot impatiently as you waited. “Harry I know you hear me answer the door”, you glanced behind you ‘to make eye contact with the security who looked both concerned and confused. It didn’t take long before you were banging on the door, your first were balled up slamming on the door out of frustration. “Let me the fuck in Harry I swear to god, you threw your weight against the door as you screamed. You continued to bang and shout until your felt warm, wrong hands holding your fist tightly in the air ; you looked up to see the person you had been dying to see for over a month hovering over you. He lowered your hands you sides, ran his thumb over your fingers stopping at your ring finger. He looked up at you in utter shock at the absence of your engagement.

”Where is -”

“I left it and I left Nick"

“Now why would you do that ?  I was looking forward to the wedding ”, Harry let out a small laugh as he leaned in the doorframe, arms crossed.
“ Can I just come inside please”, you sighed as you ran your fingers through your hair. You knew that Harry was gonna give you hell for all the hell you gave him. Harry licked his lips before stepping aside, you stepped through doors with your head down. You timidly walked into the living room, Harry not too far behind you. You began to pace in a line, biting your lip nervously while constantly ruffling up your hair, Harry stood a few feet away with his arms crossed waiting for you to talk.

“ Look I know you may hate me and I know I should have done this sooner but I was scared”

”Scared of what (Y/N), I did nothing to make you fear me or my love”

“I wasn’t scared of you”, you yelled making both of you stare at each other in silence. 

 “So what were you scared of what ?”

” I was scared of admitting to myself that I fell in love with the wrong person”, you confessed crossing your arms tightly around your chest as you stepped closer to Harry.

“I woke up this morning and I looked at the mirror and I just broke down because I love you. I love you so much and I prevented myself from being happy with you because I was too scared of looking like a failure. I’m sorry that I hurt you . I’m sorry I was selfish and only thought about myself, but I can’t go another day without telling you how much I love you and how sorry I am. If you want I can lea-”

You were cut off by Harry’s lips crashing into yours, cupping your face in his hands . You relaxed in the kiss as you wrapped your arms around your neck.

 “You’re not going anywhere”, Harry’s hand moved down from your face, placing his hands around your legs as he swept off your feet.

“I’m yours, Everything is yours”, you smiled before attacking his lips again.

The Stranger

I glanced across the room and saw a very unusual man standing by the window staring my way. He looked vaguely familiar but then I have seen many men in my days. I continued to walk around the room greeting my guests and talking with the staff about the appetizers being served on time. I glanced over in his direction and he continued to stare at me. Must be one of my husband’s business associates, I thought to myself as I glanced over at him again, he is tall, dark haired and tan. He looked to be quite fit and I noticed he had a tattoo poking out from underneath his black t-shirt.

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Imagine Harry

Imagine you’re working on set for the boys’ new music video. You work on special effects and Harry was so busy looking at you he didn’t notice the pyrotechnics;)

Originally posted by megan-is-the-bestest


Hiii so i know i haven’t posted imagines for a really long time, but lately i have kind of been obsessing over punk one direction. hopefully im not alone in this bc i can really imagine it.

Band Name: White Eskimo? 

Members (in order of age):

>>>William “Will” Tomlinson, 25 years old, vocalist  & guitarist;

>>>Javadd Malik, 24 years old, vocalist & base;

>>> Edward “Eddie” Styles, 23 years old, vocalist;

>>> James “Jamie” Horan, 22 years old, lead guitarist;

>>> James Payne, 22 years old, drummer.

Will Tomlinson: Likes graffiti, skating, radical sports, video games, football. Gets on best with Javadd. Funniest in the band, moody, sarcastic, prankster, likes teasing people, wild child, chilled out…Single.

Javaad Malik: Likes graffiti, skating, drawing, designing tattoos. Gets on best with Will. Very moody, introvert, witty, daredevil. In a relationship with Louise Edwards.

Eddie Styles: Likes going out, dancing, every type of music, acting, modeling. Gets on best with James, has had various girlfriends in the past such as : Amelia Thirlwall, Marie Gomez, Charlotte Watson and Jane Collins. Current girlfriend being Marie Gomez (on and off relationship).  He’s one of the most animated in the band, very energetic, flirty, funny, sarcastic, smart, relaxed, cool, chilled out, wild child, cheeky, etc…

Jamie Horan: Loves playing music, football, radical sports, travelling, photography…Gets on best with James and Ed. Very funny, energetic, outgoing, crowd pleaser, athletic, daredevil etc… Single

James Payne: Likes football, running, travelling, pretty much anything athletic, writes poetry. He’s very quite and reserved, but also has a wild side and loves to have a good time with the rest of the band. Gets well with all of the other band members. Single

(fetus James)



Thank you to anyone who takes the time to read my One Shots. More is on the way!

Choosing the wrong Priorities Part 1

Harry is urged to get back into the spotlight by staging a make out session with Kendall Jenner. His girlfriend isn’t too happy about that.

Choosing the wrong Priorities Part 2

Follow up to Choosing the wrong priorities part 1.

Choosing the wrong priorities part 3

Follow up to Choosing the wrong priorities part 2.

It never faded

You and Harry had a messy break up and after suffering a terrible heartache you’re ready to move on. That’s until he shows up at your door in the middle of the night.

Overhearing a confession

This is a One Shot about Harry being your best friend and falling asleep on top of you. Unfortunately, that’s the exact time your friend decides to talk about how obvious it is that you have feelings for each other. 

A Difference between Like and Love

Harry and you are best friends stuck in the awkward transition between being friends and lovers. 

On a scale from one to ten

Harry is caught up in his job and his girlfriend is fed up with it so they make a deal to put away their phones for the weekend and to spend some quality time together. 

Admitting it

You’re Harry’s best friend who happens to be hopelessly in love with him. He doesn’t know, though and is dating Kendall Jenner. Until he shows up at your door. 

A threatening Kiss

You and Harry are arguing after pictures of him making out with a girl are published online. He claims he’s innocent, but fed up and hurt you make him sleep at a hotel for the night.

A half full Coffee Mug

Requested AU imagine; In this one shot, Y/N is CEO Harry’s new assistant, whom he really likes to poke fun at. That is, until one evening on which Y/N has finally had enough. 

From Friendship to more

Harry and Y/N are close friends and have a rather serious conversation at a mutual friend’s party.

You gave up on us

This is a one shot about Harry and his girlfriend talking and crying about how their relationship has developed and changed. 

You gave up on us - Part 2

Follow up to ‘You gave up on us’ part one. 

Settled Down

Harry entrusts Y/N with the first draft of the ‘Another Man’ article, in which he happens to talk about her as well. 


Y/N loves Harry to pieces, however, not when he switches from being the nicest man to the complete opposite whenever he’s angry.

New Love

Harry is quite new at dating and though unsure how to behave around her, he knows he’s already in love. 

A Duet sung by Himself

Harry takes his time for many people, however, not for his girlfriend.

A Duet sung by Himself - Part 2

Follow up to ‘A Duet sung by Himself’.

Ex-Girlfriend Troubles

Harry and Y/N’s Skype call is interrupted by no one other than his ex, Kendall Jenner.

… Cheating Series: 

He has Someone Else

Harry’s girlfriend is confronted with the knowledge that he’s cheating on her and has no choice but to deal with the consequences. 

He’s with Me - (kind of a Part2 to He has Someone Else) 

Harry cheated on his girlfriend and now has to deal with her having left him for it. 

How could I be sure? - ( kind of a Part3 to He has Someone Else ) 

Harry cheated on his girlfriend but finds it hard to let her go.

This could be Our Thing

Harry and his lovely girlfriend decide to have a little bake competition

There’s an Intruder in her Home

When Harry enters his girlfriend’s apartment, he’s quick to discover she has an uninvited guest.

The Styles Christmas Celebrations Routine

Harry and Y/N are a newly wed couple and disagree on when it’s time to open the christmas presents.

Teardrops and a Mug of Tea

You’re Harry’s rebound.

Regrets and a happy Smile - ( Kind of a Part2 to Teardrops and a Mug of Tea ) 

Harry’s heart hurts when he realized how big of a mistake leaving Y/N was.

Need for Breath and finding Each Other - ( Kind of a Part3 to Teardrops and a Mug of Tea )

Don’t want You to Hate Me

When Y/N awakes in a hospital, she has no idea what could have possibly happened to her and that Harry thinks telling her would make her hate him, doesn’t exactly help either. 

Enchanted by Her

Harry simply cannot look away when he sees her whispering along to Pink Floyd.

You Never Disappoint

Inexperienced Y/N wants Harry to finally introduce her to a more intimate level of their relationship.

A Little Bit of Jealousy

Hardly anything upsets Y/N as much as when her Harry is being hit on.

Ordinary Things

Harry can’t make time for simple things.


Harry wants to have sex and Y/N… doesn’t. 

Party Monster

Harry is left with taking care of his ex girlfriend, Y/N, after she’d had a drink that was a little too heavy.

You’re My Favorite

What to get to the man who has everything?

Unwanted Attention

Harry has this one friend who loves hitting on Y/N.

Search for Loneliness

Harry breaks Y/N’s heart.

Search for Loneliness - Part2

Harry broke Y/N’s heart but how come he misses her now?

Needing Comfort - Drama

Harry and Y/N have been fighting for days. On day four, Y/N starts to cry.


Sick of Losing You - Drama

Harry and Y/N lost each other when he found someone else.


Needing Comfort

Y/N can’t understand why Harry never looks at her - Fluff

Sick of Losing You

Harry and Y/N lost each other when he found someone else.

Look at Me

Y/N can’t understand why H never looks at her.

No Need to Worry

H is grumpy and jealous but Y/N knows how to cheer him up.

Still in Love

H and Y/N used to have a bond until they cut each other out of their lives.

Words Aint Enough

Y/N never asked him to commit himself to her, but when Harry flirts with someone else it breaks her heart. 

Only You

Y/N cries over having seen Harry kiss someone else and he tries his best to comfort his friend. 

Driving Lessons

Harry is convinced he has to teach Y/N how to drive.

No more Crying

It’s after an argument that Y/N realizes she cannot take it anymore.

A Tenderness They don’t Understand

Harry and Y/N are utterly in love with each other. 

Why are You like this?

Y/N feels overwhelmed and doesn’t know how to let her Harry know.

Okay so I’m having to post this again because I was going through my page and for some reason this piece got deleted! Dunno how! Anyway, there’s a part two to this and it just doesn’t make sense without the first!


Y/N loves flying out to see Harry. She loves hearing the enthusiasm in his voice when she tells him her vacation’s been approved at work. She loves when Harry picks her up from airports, holding up the cutest handmade sign that reads ‘Y/N!!(:’. Especially because he draws happy faces, or hearts, or loads of x’s, and goes overboard with exclamation points sometimes. She loves hearing Harry go on and on about the town(or city) he’s in at the time. Loves it when he talks about the locations that are popular, as if he really is all familiar, when in reality he’s only just gotten there himself a day prior and hadn’t even heard of the place before then. It makes her think that maybe he lays awake at night, before her arrival, studying these places, just so he can tell her all about them. She loves going out to sight see with him, wonderful spots she’s never even dreamt of visiting. She really loves hanging out with the boys and the crew, and engaging with fans when they come up to Harry, or Liam, or Louis, or Niall. More than anything though, she loves spending time with Harry.

This time it’s different though, and if she’s being honest, she’s feeling a tad nervous. Well, that might be an understatement.

Harry’s quite excited though. It’s been a while since he’s seen his best friend. Sure, he’s constantly phoning her, or messaging her, but it’s not the same. So when he sees her with her luggage, the escalator moving too slow for his liking, he smiles wide in adoration. Definitely not the same.

But here he is, his hair short and slicked messily to the side. With a sign that reads 'Y/N ♡ (:’, just like
she has missed. And as soon as she steps off the escalator, she drops her bags with a thud and Harry’s striding towards her, arms open.

“Missed you, kitten.” He smiles into her hair, inhaling the refreshing yet familiar scent of vanilla.

It’s quite easy for Harry to pick her up and spin her then, and she gives a small squeak, but laughs anyway.

“Been missing you since you left, you big movie star, you.”

And her voice is music to his ears, can never get enough. It’s why their conversations always go into the wee hours of the morning.

Harry sets her back down, gently, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “M'still the same ole lad that liked to work at a bakery.” Harry never really does change. Always been so humble. “Hey! Did y'know-”

“That you used to work at a bakery!” Y/N joins in, and they finish the sentence together. “I might’ve heard something about that, yes.”

They both chuckle before Harry takes her suitcase handle in his hand, “lemme help you with these, love.”

“How was the trip?” Harry questions, leading the way out.

Y/N hasn’t really known anything but quiet airports when it comes to visiting Harry. Always been best to arrive at night so the possibilities of getting swarmed are to a minimum.

“Slept a lot. Got a bit of work done-”

“You never really understood what a vacation was,” Harry chuckles. And it’s quite true. She can never really not do anything, and in that aspect, Harry and Y/N are much alike. But that’s why she likes vacationing with Harry, he’s able to distract her and really help her relax.

“That’s why m'here, darlin’.” She retorts, “anyway. It was sort of weird, too. Couple of people came up to me, no idea who they were, and asked about ya.”

Harry raises an eyebrow at this.

“Mhm-” she hums. By this time, he’s loading her belongings into the back of a rental, before opening the passenger door for her, “one guy even asked for a picture with me.”

Harry makes his way around the front of the car, jumping so into the driver’s seat.

“S'now y'think you’re all high an’ mighty?” He teases, giving her a smirk and putting the car in drive.

“Don’t worry, you’ll always be my number one,” Y/N giggles, patting his hand set on the arm rest.

Harry nods and laughs in amusement, “m'just glad you’re here, poppet. M'excited for you to meet everyone.”

“Me too,” she answers, unsure.

And if it were anyone else, she might’ve gotten away with that, but it’s Harry, and Harry knows her too well, so he takes her hand in his and gently squeezes it, smiling a reassuring smile “they’re gonna love ya’.”

And just like she predicted, Harry’s making sure to note places he’s either read about or has been to on their way to the hotel. The pub he and his cast mates went to on a day off, restaurant they celebrated a crew member’s birthday, park he likes to take a run through.

But Y/N still can’t help the uneasiness that creeps back up, because when she visited Harry on tours, she knew mostly everyone. Even when Harry wasn’t around because he was rehearsing, or in wardrobe, or performing, she still had Lou and Lux, sometimes Gemma and Meredith. But now, she’s not going to know anyone but Harry, and that’s a little scary when she thinks about it. Who is she going to talk to when Harry’s on set. She really doesn’t want to come off as a loner. And she’s naturally super shy, so she doesn’t want his cast ages to think she’s stuck up either.

“Here we are,” Harry’s voice cuts through her thoughts, “you’ll be sleeping in the room next to mine. S'got a door that connects 'em, so I’ll be a step away.”

Harry’s always been so considerate with her, to the point where it feels like she’s being babied. But she doesn’t mind, cos he tells her he’s just being cautious. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to her, and she knows, he’s always been real protective.

“S'that mean I can come over to yours?” Y/N doesn’t mean to sound like a child. Usually the first night in a foreign city she spends in Harry’s room. They’ll be watching movies or just talking until Y/N is more at ease, and eventually he’ll get her to sleep. She always tells him she’ll try her best not to bother him, but she can’t think of anything better than cuddling up to Harry. And Harry assures her he doesn’t mind. Not at all. He’s always said he sleeps much better when he’s got someone to cuddle.

“Door’s gonna be wide open-” he smiles, pushing his floor number button with his thumb once inside the lift, “-figuratively, o'course.”

Y/N smiles at him, her way of saying 'thank you’, before she yawns and rubs at her eyes.

When the lift comes to a halt, Harry helps a now very sleepy Y/N out, leading the way with the palm of his hand on her back. Times likes these he’s got to make sure his steps are shorter, wouldn’t want to hurry her up. He slides the keycard and opens her suite door, setting her belongings down next to the TV stand.

“Up you go,” he whispers now, noticing how droopy her eyes have gotten.

He pulls the covers back, letting her slip under before he’s taking off her sneakers and settling her into bed. The upside in having her arrive at night is that she always wears bed time clothes to ensure she’s comfortable.

“I’ll make sure to wake you for brekkie. G'nite, kitten.”

With a light kiss to her temple, Harry makes his way next door into his own room. A room that feels just a little empty now for some reason. And Harry stands here in the dark, a feeling of relief washing over him as he runs his fingers through his hair. He slips off his boots, then his shirt, and lastly his pants before deciding on a warm shower, excited that tomorrow, Harry will finally be able to introduce to everyone the girl he’s been going on about for a while now.


Harry wakes up to a slight stream of light coming in through the curtains, a hand instinctively feeling the spot next to him, in hopes that it wouldn’t be empty, but when he feels nothing but cool sheets, he can’t ignore the feeling of disappointment in the pit of his stomach.

One thing Harry always counted on is Y/N’s body next to him. Doesn’t matter whether she’s cuddled up to him, arm flung across his torso and face buried in his neck, or if she’s a ball of limbs sleeping inches away from him, hair laid messily against white sheets. He finds comfort in the way she breathes, her hands mindlessly reaching over to him to touch him, any part of him. That’s why she’s his favourite to cuddle. Let’s him move her around any which way he wants, and only nuzzles into him closer. When it’s hot, she settles for Harry’s arm around and under her neck, slung lazy on her shoulder, her head on his chest. When it’s cold, she lets him spoon her, his torso warm against her back, arms locked around her waist and their legs tangled. Sometimes he rubs her tummy, too. Knows she likes it when he rubs her tummy. It’s why he prefers it when it’s cold.

“Morning sunshine!” And just like that, a smile creeps over him as he looks over at Y/N make her way to the edge of his bed laying out his clothes on top, “completely knocked out last night. Woke up real early! I’ve picked out your outfit! Now let’s get going before you’re late!”

Y/N’s not sure what got into her. The sudden confidence seems to have her over excited now, giddy and in a hurry to get to Harry’s work.

“Woah! Whas’ gotten into yeh?”

Y/N knows the drill the second Harry sits up and reaches for the cover, so she turns around and stares at the wall so he can change.

She shrugs, “figured I should make the most of it. S'not everyday I get to hang out with famous people!”

“Ayeeee! S'not nice!” Harry would be offended if he had an ego, but it really only reminds him that Y/N doesn’t care that he’s Harry Styles.

“M'joking!” She turns around after hearing the sound of a zipper being pulled up.

Harry gives her a playful glare before sliding his shirt over his head and his arms, tugging at the bottom and stretching it down. He looks at her through the bathroom mirror, talking to her about the people he’s been spending time with as he washes his face and brushes his teeth.

Minutes later, they’re out for breakfast before heading to set.


Y/N’s having a grand time. She honestly doesn’t know why she was so worried. Everyone’s been so lovely to her. She was timid at first yeah, practically clinging to Harry when they arrived. But when he was taken to get into costume and she was left alone, a few of his cast mates approach her, making small talk before excusing themselves. She’s observing, watching everyone scrambling around to their positions when one of the crew ladies offers her a donut, and she doesn’t want to be rude and not take one, so she does, and boy is she glad she did. Because at that moment, a guy clad in a soldier costume, his face covered with what she’s assuming is mud, reaches for the last glazed just when she’s about to grab it.

He apologises and hands it over to her, claiming he likes the chocolate ones better anyway. He politely introduces himself, jokingly tipping his imaginary hat. Fionn is his name, and she remembers him from a few of the first leaked pictures of Harry on the set. He asks her name, and when she tells him, he hmm’s knowingly and says “so you’re the famous Y/N” before taking another bite of his donut.

Y/N’s not sure how long they’ve been talking for, all she knows is that her face is starting to hurt from so much smiling. The sound of a train whistle brings her back, and she looks up to see Harry looking back at them, a look on his face that she can’t make out. She waves at him, a huge smile on her face because she’s finally here, looking at her very handsome best friend in action, and he doesn’t wave back, rather keeps his stare stern before tucking his body back into the locomotive, causing her smile to fade.

Imagine Harry

Imagine you finally break the ice with Harry. You were friends of his friends etc. But ever since you met Harry you can’t think about anything else. You’re crazy about him, but he’s wary, which you understand, because he’s been burned before.
But Harry it’s me.
After a while you and Harry got comfortable with each other, confessed secrets, told stories, built trust.
Now it’s 3 am and Harry slept over. He kissed you and kissed you and finally you both know the feeling is mutual. You’re both in love.
You’re resting with the covers over you and Harry’s head in your lap. Nonchalantly you start to play with his hair. Neither of you says a word, you just listen to his deep breath and grace your fingers on his face.
Harry looks up at you, drowsy, and says “I think we’ll be forever y/n. And I’ll commit to that. There’s no one like you on the face of the planet.”
You took a deep breath and smiled back at him. You couldn’t explain it, but now was not the time to freak out over Harry’s apparent wants of the future. You merely continued to stroke his hair, drifting off and curling into his outstretched hands, looking for you in his sleep, looking for home.

Happy 1 year Birthday to my blog!

Thank you so much to anybody who ever took the time to read one of my stories! All of the support and interest I’ve received in this past year has been more than I could ever have wished for. Thank you!! 

anonymous asked:

Could you do a daddy!harry imagine in which your daughter has been saying a few words and phrases for a while, and the first time she says I love you back to Harry he gets all happy and yeah take it from there. Lots and lots of fluff!! Thank you love.xx

Ahh so cute. Thanks for requesting!
“She loves us”

You were standing above your daughter’s crib when Harry walked in, standing beside you and looping his arm around your waist. She was sitting up in the crib, examining one of her stuffed animals as if it was the most interesting thing she’d ever seen.

“Hi love, daddy’s here.” Harry whispered, leaning over the crib as she looked up at him with wide eyes.


He smiled proudly, looking at you with the happiest expression. She’d been calling you both by your names for a few weeks, but neither one of you had gotten used to the excitement of it yet.

“And who’s that?” He pointed at you, making her turn her head and stare up at your face.


You laughed, nodding your head as you and Harry exchanged another joyful glance. She turned back to the stuffed animal- a Scooby Doo that your father had bought for her when she was only a few days old.

“Who’s that?” You pointed to Scooby, wiggling his little ear while she blankly stared at you.

“Can you say Scooby?”

She looked at you, processing the word in her brain before she tried it herself.


“Scooby.” You repeated clearly.


Your mouth dropped open and you cheered quietly, which made her giggle. It was clear she was pretty proud of herself.

“Yeah! Scooby!”


You and Harry looked at eachother, almost unable to believe she could catch on so quickly. Harry nudged you as you turned back to the crib, tilting his wrist toward you so you could see his watch. Harry had an important dinner party to go to, and if he didn’t leave in the next few minutes, he’d be late.

“Go ahead, baby. All I have to do is change her clothes and then she’ll be ready for bed.” You smiled, rubbing his back. He kissed your forehead before turning back to your daughter.

“Daddy has to go now.” He sighed, leaning down when her little hand latched on to his big finger. She played with his finger for a minute, and managed to get spit all over it before she finally let go.

“I love you.” He cooed, turning to walk out of the room.

A mumble from your daughter made him turn around, glancing at you before slowly taking a few steps back from the crib.

“Can you say that? I love you.” He repeated. Again her words were slurred, but you could make out what she was trying to say. Harry repeated himself again slowly, exaggerating every syllable in hopes that she’d be able to imitate him.

“I wuv you.”

Harry’s hand flew to his mouth in shock, and tears were almost filling both your eyes. There was something so special about hearing her say those words, like she was finally able to express what she was feeling, even if she didn’t actually know what it meant.

“We love you. Mommy and daddy love you so much.” You whispered. Harry ran his hand over your back to get your attention, and halfheartedly nodded towards the door. He hated to leave at a time like this, but unfortunately he had commitments.

“I’ll be right back, okay? Can you play with Scooby till I’m back?”

She looked at Scooby and smiled, giving you confirmation that she’d be okay alone in her room until you could see Harry out the door. You followed Harry to your bedroom and watched as he put on a slightly dressier shirt and ran his fingers through his hair to fluff it a bit.

“I can’t believe it.” He whispered, chuckling a little as he reached out for you to stand beside him. You walked forwards and wrapped your arm around his hips.

“She said it. Baby, she loves us.”

“Of course she does, Harry.”

He leaned down and kissed your hair, nuzzling against you a little. It felt like your heart had doubled in size from hearing your daughter say those words. She was so small, and knowing she was saying it in the most innocent way was heartwarming to you both.

“I got her to say it. I can’t believe it.” He repeated, turning to look at you with a look of shock still displayed on his face. You just smiled and admired how emotional he was getting over one simple moment. Although, those three words were the most important; the ones you’d been in shock over as well when Harry first said them to you.

Harry finished getting ready and you watched him drive away before going back upstairs to check on your daughter. She was laying down again, clutching her stuffed animal close as it seemed like she was dozing off.

As you walked in, it was clear she was trying to sleep again and you couldn’t help feeling relieved that she was so mellow; it gave you alot more time to get things done so you could play with her when she was awake.

She lazily opened her eyes to peek at you, and you swore she mumbled something quietly through the pacifier you’d just stuck in her mouth before she closed her eyes again. It wasn’t comprehendable, but you wanted to believe you knew what she was trying to say, so you quietly responded.

“I love you too.”

You Deserve Recovery:

I don’t care if you are black, white, blue, green, purple, or red.

I don’t care if you are Japanese, Chinese, Brittish, American, Indian, Iranian, Scottish, Latino, Martian, French, European, Middle Eastern, Russian, or other.

I don’t care if you are lesbian, gay, bi, transgender, questioning, or straight.

I don’t care if you are rich or poor.

I don’t care if you are blind, paralyzed, missing a limb, have a physical challenge, or are deaf.

I don’t care if you are smart, struggle in school, are athletic, prefer the arts, participate in drama, hate clubs, or are in band.

I don’t care if your hair is brown, red, blonde, orange, green, pink, rainbow, or other.

I don’t care if you shop at Hot Topic or Michaels Kors.

I don’t care what music you like, what books you read, or what movies you watch.

I don’t care if you are male or female.

I don’t care how old you are.

I don’t care if you have your walls covered in posters or prefer clean white.

Whoever you are, whatever you do, wherever you’re from, and whatever your story is…you deserve recovery.

You deserve happiness, joy, love, laughter, family, friends, life, fun, and so much more. You deserve to feel great about you. You deserve recovery.

✨ In Which Justin Cheats Pt.3✨

“D’you maybe want to go somewhere more private love?” Harry Styles whispers in my ear over the blaring music of the tent party we’re at. I nod and wrap his arms around my bare midriff. I’m decked out in complete Coachella fashion and I’ve never felt so free.

“Where do you think Niall and Elena headed off to?” I question, searching for the couple who we’d been with all night Harry shrugs and sweeps me up bridal style the tassels of his suede jacket tickling my legs.

“I’m not sure, probably got into some trouble no doubt” he says and I pluck his wide brimmed hat off of his head and place it on my own.

“Looks better on you” he acknowledges shaking his head and letting his locks blow around wildly.

“Where are we going now Harold?” He cringes at the nickname but says nothing. It’s week three of Coachella and I’ve spent all of it with the boys of One Direction, most specifically. Harry Styles. Elena and I were assigned to photograph their Coachella adventures but Harry, Liam, Louis, and Niall took an acute liking to us and we’ve been partying with them ever since.  

“Tell me please, I hate surprises and I-” I’m jolted by the force of Harry running into somebody and my blood runs cold when the angry voice confronts us.

“What the fuck man? Want to watch where the fu-” Justin and I lock eyes and I study his face in a matter of seconds. He hasn’t shaved in awhile and he has a little goatee going on and his hair is seemingly a pinkish purple color probably in honor of Coachella.

“Avery?” He says in astonishment quickly taking in the way that Harry puts me down gently and tugs on my bottoms so they cover my ass appropriately.

“Sorry about the run in mate this place is crazy crowded” Justin ignores Harry’s earnest apology and keeps staring at me behind him I notice Kendall and Kylie Jenner waiting for him with an air of impatience.

“Justin, we’re going to miss out on Childish Gambino” Kylie whines and Justin holds out a hand behind him to silence her and she shuts up with a pout.

“You haven’t answered any of my calls or texts” he says quietly and Harry slips a supportive arm around my waist, Justin eyes it with a hateful glare.

“I’ve been busy, working and such” Justin bows his head and snorts

“and such” he repeats his eyes landing on Harry who pretends not to notice the palpable tension radiating between us.

“Fuck this. I need to talk to you. Do you mind Zayn?” Harry frowns and steps back with me

“it’s Harry mate. And if Avery wants to go with you she will” Harry says in a tone that doesn’t leave any room for an arguement I look between the two boys and turn around to face Harry.

“Will you give us a few minutes?” I ask him placing a hand on his chest he gives me a peck on the forehead and taps his pocket

“I’ve got my cell on me call when you’re done love” I nod and kiss his cheek before following and angry Justin past the Jenners and into what I assume is his tent. It’s just as lavish as the one Elena and I share with the boys and Khalil sits in the corner strumming an acoustic

“Avery!” He says happily and I smile and wave because in cutting ties with Justin I’d distanced myself from his friends as well.

“Hey Khalil what are yo-” Justin interrupts me as rudely as he can and barks at Khalil,

“Get the fuck out man” Khalil flips off Justin but sets down the guitar and heads out

“Good seeing you Avery,” he says and my smile wavers a bit. Justin picks up a pack of cigarettes from the table in the middle of the tent and lights one he offers me one and I shake my head.

“We quit remember?” I ask in annoyance and he shakes his head with a humorless laugh,

“you know it helps me deal with stress” I shrug and  take a seat on a couch and shy away when he sits as close as he possibly can.

“ You don’t even want to be near me anymore?”

“Is that even a fucking question? You fucked your ex behind my back for two months would you want to be near me if I did the same?” Justin lets out a long sigh and kicks over the table in front of us, all of it’s contents shatter to the floor.

“Mature,” I say pulling out my phone and shooting a quick text asking Harry where I should meet him my phone dings seconds later and he tells me that he’s never left. That made me smile.

“When did you start fucking Ashton?” Justin asks throwing his cigarette to the grassy floor of the tent before stomping it out angrily I stand up and head towards the door. Before I can pull back the velcro strapping of the tent’s fabric  he catches me around the waist and pulls me in for a bruising kiss. The crunch that echoes through the room is so loud that it leaves my ears ringing and my voice is so dangerously low that I’m a little shocked at it’s tone.

“Don’t you ever, ever, ever, kiss me with the same lips you probably ate her out with” Justin is clutching his now bleeding nose and it takes a moment for me to realize that not only is it broken but one of my fingers might be as well. I leave the tent cradling my throbbing hand and see Harry, as promised, not ten steps away his smile turns to a worried frown.

“If that bastard laid a finger on you…” He trails off with angry eyes set on Justin’s tent I shake my head and try to move my middle finger but it’s bent at the oddest angle and I want to puke when I see how blue it is. Harry takes me to the medical tent and a nurse tapes my finger and instructs me to dip it into a cup of ice and when I can, she tells me to buy a brace for it.

“I’m sorry that it went down like this love” Harry tells me when we’re about to leave the med tent but before we reach the exit I spot Khalil who walks in asking for a ‘big ass bag of ice’ I smile to myself and lean against Harry.

“You should see the other guy,” I say quietly he only laughs and pulls me closer.

It was the first time their relationship had come up in an interview, take in mind they really hadn’t gone public yet. But at the mention of her name, Harry’s face lights up and his lips inevitably pull up into a smile. He gets fidgety and excited and oh god how is he gonna go about this.

He can deny all the rumours and say the oh so classic “we’re just friends” line. Or, he can admit to it.

Admit that after years of friendship, he feels he’s finally found his soul mate. Well actually, he knew Y/N was his soul mate from the moment he laid eyes on her. It wasn’t the way she looked, or the way she was dressed, but rather the way he saw her consoling a very upset Lux.

She didn’t have to stop to kneel down and help Lux, it was just spilled ice cream. She could’ve kept going about her day. But she did. She stopped and helped a particularly sad little girl pick up her cone from the concrete floor, and then bought her another.

“S'okay, bubba. Everything’s fine,” she cooed at a sobbing Lux, “here. An even yummier one.”

That day…he knew.

So yeah, Harry’s a bit nervous (a lot actually) at how he’s going to go about this. They’ve talked it over a dozen times, whether to make it public or not. Y/N wouldn’t quite mind, because maybe it’ll keep other women’s hands off of him. Harry on the other hand, doesn’t want to see her get hurt by the media.

“As long as I have you, sweets! I don’t care about what the rest will say,” she’ll whisper into his ear at night. He’ll sigh and place a feathery kiss to her temple.

“I don’t know how you’re gonna get out of this one Harry. But there’s one question in everyone’s mind. Who is Y/N?” The interviewer was reading through her note cards.

He’s so concentrated at first, knee on top of the other, finger to his temple. But then his face lights up and his lips inevitably pull up into a smile. He gets fidgety and excited and he thinks he might have just given it away by his reaction.

He uncrosses his legs and tries to stay still, an elbow on the arm of the couch and his fingers intertwined together now.

“Umm…yeah…uhh…Y/N’s just really lovely. Like…I actually met her a few years ago at a park-”

And so he goes on to tell the story. He remembers and retells how you were running late for work and having a particularly bad day, but you didn’t mind staying a bit and watching Lux eat her ice cream and talking to Harry. He kept to himself the part where he almost whined and clung to your hand after you excused yourself because, and he recalls, “I’m gonna be so fired if I don’t get to work.”

He plays with the rings on his fingers and keeps smiling.

“She was in a bit of a hurry, but we exchanged numbers and went out with friends a couple of times after. Then after a while she would like come out to our shows and we’d just sort of have a grand time. She’s really great,” he keeps gushing, “sorry. M'just going on and on.” He doesn’t even notice he’s been talking about her for this long, and it’s weird because he can’t remember being handed the mug in his hands.

Liam gives him a reassuring pat on the back and laughs at how nervous Harry looks when he’s usually so zen during these things.

“Well she sounds great!” The interviewer says, “but you still haven’t told us exactly what we want to know.”

Harry’s smirking to himself. He looks at the interviewer and then the camera and then at Y/N standing behind the camera at the snacks table, completely oblivious and paying more attention to Lux, who’s sat at her hip eating whatever’s being handed to her.

“Uhh…well she’s right over there-” Harry points, now catching her attention, mouth agape and grape mid air, “my girlfriend is right over there.”

The interview ends a bit after that and as soon as they’re clear, he makes his way over to Y/N who’s been waiting for him behind the camera man.

“You told them.” The tears brimming have her eyes looking glossy, and she whispers so low Harry knows it’s to stop herself from crying.

Harry cups her face with his hands, looks at her lips, her nose, her eyes, and runs his thumb over her cheek.

And with out a word leans down to press a kiss to her lips, and another to her temple as he engulfs her in a hug.

And he smiles wide, a smile he hasn’t been able to wipe off his face for a long long while.


Author’s Note: Not my best, I’m sorry. But it’s four in the morning and I’m just really feeling this blurb.

5SOS HOROSCOPES: Who you spend the holidays with
  • Aries: Luke🎄
  • Taurus: Calum🍻
  • Gemini: Ashton🎁
  • Cancer: Michael🎅🏼
  • Leo: Lashton⛄️
  • Virgo: Muke🍾
  • Libra: Cashton❄️
  • Scorpio: Cake☀️
  • Sagittarius: Malum⛸
  • Capricorn: Mashton🗺
  • Aquarius: All of them😉
  • Pisces: none of them😭
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