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‘A Small Phone Call ( ll )” - Harry Styles Divorce Series

Originally posted by slowhandstbh

Words: 1,864

Pairing: Harry Styles & (Y/N) (Y/L/N)

Warnings: swearing, divorce

Part 1


She sat across from him, pen in hand as she tuned out the nonsense mutter from Harry’s lawyer. She loved Harry, that is what she is trying to believe, but people say that you will always still love your first love; and here she is following that. Y/N didn’t care if she got half the money or no money, she didn’t care if she got the New York apartment or their London townhouse, nor she cared about every car that Harry owns. She cares about what happened that morning, something she doesn’t know how to bring up when she is about to sign away her happiness.

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“You’re not supposed to be here, Harry.” she opens her door, he smiled at her, hand ruffling his hair; anxiety creeping up on him.

“I know,” she was about to open her mouth, but he continued, “It is weird, you not being home. I look around every corner of the house and all I think about is you. You remind me of you, and us constantly. I just had to come over and see you.” she nodded her head, still not opening her apartment’s door, “I just want to see if you’re ok. You are not good with change, and I could sense that it is really affecting you.” Y/N wanted to smile to the fact that he knows her more than anyone else in the world, but she couldn’t. 

“I’m good, you don’t need to worry about me. I am settled, my flat is organised the way I want it, and I am not anxious about spilling coffee on the carpet or placing your Gucci clothes in the washer instead of hand washing them. I am being normal, living a normal life.” she made a valid point, he nodded, not knowing how to continue the conversation.

“I brought you a housewarming gift,” he said, holding up a bag, and pulling out the beautiful Cabernet Franc. She shook her head in a guilty pleasure way.

“You know the way to my heart, Styles; you’re invited in.” she holds the door open, “but you can’t stay long. We’re supposed to be separating and living new lives. We can’t go back to our old habits…at least that is what my therapist said.” she mumbled the last part. This sparked Harry’s attention.

“You’re seeing a therapist?” he placed the bottle on quartz, as she went to the cabinet and grabbed two glasses.

“Well, yes.” he frowned in confusion, “I’m just having some issues, you know my problem with change. But, it is helping.” he wanted to ask more, but their relationship has boundaries now. He can’t ask her for her deepest darkest secrets no more. “You need to understand that, I have been with you for years. You took away everything from the first kiss to virginity. You were my life, Harry. It’ll take time for me to recover.” he agreed, feeling the same way.

“So, how’s it going?” he asked, taking the sip of the red wine. She smiled; she was looking good, it bugged him. 

“Well, you remember Mylène. I’m flatting with her.” he took a minute to think.

“Your childhood best friend? What is she doing in England?” she chuckled, placing her glass down. But, he noticed something; her ring is off. Her fucking ring is off, and he still has his on. Her ring is off… it is really real. She was giving up. 

“Well, she has been here for me since day one of my life. She is helping me Harry; I’m not doing this alone.” he nodded, ignoring the last part.

“Your ring is off.” she looked down to her left hand, seeing it bare. It was weird, but it was weird for him to point it out.

“We are divorcing, Harry. I’m just finally accepting it.”

The night continued on like this, he tried his best to be his old self, but she was too closed off. He was happy that at least Y/N was laughing at his jokes, and smiling along with him. The bottle was long forgotten, and she was in a more loose state. Just laughing and having fun. Over the course of the few hours, they kept inching closer and closer to one another on her new IKEA couch (ignoring the reality television mumble in the background), eventually to the point where her legs were on top of his. 

“I told Mitch that I was never ever going to be able to drink that much, but I did. I really regret it, but it was either doing that or giving him fifty dollars. I had to prove the point. Had the most wicked hangover, but it was my bachelor’s party. It was my last day or drinking to the point of passing out,” she laughed, but he just stared at her.

“You’re the most beautiful person to ever exist, Y/N Y/L/N. I don’t know what I did to deserve you at fifteen. You could’ve had Will Simmons, the football player and popular boy, but you fell for me, the geekiest, most music orientated person in the year.” she laughed, but he was serious.

“You also had this charm, Styles. I also had the feeling that you were going to be a multimillionaire, so I trusted my luck, and I got a Range Rover out of it.” he smiled, but just stared at her. She did the same.

Time was ticking, but they didn’t feel it. He began leaning closer to her, as did she. They didn’t even mind what their reality was like at the moment. They just were two people who loved each other, looking at one another and remembering the good old days.  

Their lips touched, but it wasn’t a hard kiss; it was delicate. The kiss was gentle, them moving as one; so use to each other’s bodies. But, as it went on, breaking for a breath, and back together, her hand began to run along his lower abdomen. As he was pushing up her jumper. It was getting more than just innocent, they were getting dirty…sweaty, heated, and hungry for one another, Quick movements were made, and he was straddling her. 

“Your room?” he asked, moving away, she nodded, pulling him by his shirt back to a kiss.

“My room.” and so it went on. 

~~~~~~~~~

“Mrs Styles, you need to sign here to give all property to Mr Styles.” she looked to her lawyer, an older man; the cheapest one she could find. Her little boutique was never a heavy making industry, so she had to compromise. 

“Right,” she said, quickly adjusting her posture - Harry eyeing her the whole time - finding her pen and quickly placing her signature on the paper.

“Y/N are you ok?” his voice spoke, she didn’t want to hear his voice, not here, not now, but it was now or never. She didn’t know how to answer, just super focused on the gears in her mind.

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“Today is the day, girlfriend.” Mylène walked into the room, not seeing her anywhere in the small bedroom, “Y/N?” 

“Here,” it was murmured word, but she heard it, making her way to the bathroom.

“What are you doing on the floor?” she asked, kneeling down next to her.

But, all Y/N could do was not whisper the words she didn’t know how to get out, but collapse into the only person who she knows loves her at this moment. Mylène’s hand came to her hair, rubbing it as she balled her eyes out. She did know that they’ve been together; close to ten years. This is what she reckoned, a girl who has been with a man for way too long, crying because they were once happy.

“I fucked up…I fucked up so bad.” Mylène shook her head.

“No, honey, no. This is the right decision. You noticed all the red flags and you dealt with it.” Y/N pulled away from her, and just stared into her hazel eyes.

“I’m ok with divorcing, I know I will be ok; I’m ready. But,” she pulled from underneath her a stick all so familiar to them with simple two pink lines, “but this, I don’t know I’m ready for. I know we were trying long before, but we’re divorcing. I fucked up. This baby—”

“Shhh, we’ll be ok.” she rubbed her head, pulling her into a hug once again.

~~~~~~~~~

“Yes,” she said too quickly, “why wouldn’t I be?” she said, looking at the paper, she just signed.

“Because I don’t think you’re realising that you’re signing away your life.” she let out a breath.

“I’m not signing my life away, Harry, I’m signing away our life together. I still have the shop, I have Mylène, and I have Finnigan.” she wanted to say it so bad, ‘and I have your baby, Harry.’, but she didn’t need the drama.

“Who’s Finnigan?” Harry questioned, raising an eyebrow. She wouldn’t have moved on already, right?

“My dog.”

“You have a dog?”

“I have a dog.” she reasoned.

“Since when?”

“Since—”

“Mr Styles, the property papers have been signed, do you want to tackle the finances?” he nodded, as he watched his lawyer take out the papers.

“Mrs Styles—”

“Please don’t make this harder for me, it’s Ms Y/L/N,” she said, looking gently at Harry; he was uncomfortable, it’s been years since she went by that name.

“Right, Ms Y/L/N, Mr Styles and I have decided to give you fifty percent of the bank—”

“I want like ten, or five, or like zero. I don’t need anything,” she said, breathy, and with a little anxiety. This conversation is making her uncomfortable, and she was beginning to feel sick. He noticed her playing her necklace and her leg bouncing. 

“Y/N, hun, it is ok. I don’t need that much money.” Harry said, trying to look her in the eye.

“Harry, I don’t want your money, I don’t need that money. Like I said, I have the shop, Mylène and Finnigan. Just scratch it out and like put ten percent or five, and I’ll sign it. I’ll sign that and sign the finalised divorce papers. I am a single woman, with a very busy life.” the lawyers nodded, watching her sign the papers and getting out fast. Yet, they didn’t notice that she was holding her vomit in…it was real. This is real. She was going to have a baby. She is going to have a baby while being divorced.

Y/N grabbed her handbag and walked out. She didn’t even look at Harry once, she didn’t say anything. But, what really hurts was, she wants nothing to do with him, and she got a dog.

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They say that after the honeymoon phase comes the biggest bump in one’s relationship.

For four years now, I’ve been Harry Styles’s girlfriend. I met him when I started working for Lou as her assistant stylist for the Where We Are Tour. At first, I was adamant to do it. But with a little push from Lou, I finally agreed. I’m glad that I agreed. Each passing day on the road, Harry and I grew closer until he finally asked me to be his. And I said yes.

Throughout the course of the On The Road Again Tour, I was asked yet again to join the crew. But this time, no decision was needed to be thought out. I was going to be with the love of my life 24/7 and that was enough reason to agree once more.

 I was with them when they had to perform for the first time without Zayn in Manila. Nerves were wrecking around backstage about who’ll sing Zayn’s part in which song and what’ll happen to their positions onstage with one member missing. I was even there when Zayn officially said goodbye.

I was with Harry when they announced to the public of their decision regarding the hiatus. It was hard for the lads to end up with that decision, but they all knew that it was for the greater good of the band. They knew that if they went on with a heavy heart that they might end up resenting what they do or worse, each other.

 I was there during their last show in Sheffield. Hugs were given as soon as the show ended. Tears were pouring everywhere. I have never seen Harry cry so hard before. Even I shed a tear or two. Of course, I’ve been with these people for two years now. I’ll miss seeing them everyday. But whatever happens, we all promised to support one another in any way or form.

**

Now, it’s been a few months since the hiatus started. Harry and I decided to go home to Holmes Chapel to unwind for a few weeks. Anne was kind enough to have accommodated both of us. Gemma even stopped by everyday to chat with us. It seemed like I was in a normal relationship and not in a relationship with a superstar.

A few weeks after that, Harry was casted for Christopher Nolan’s new movie Dunkirk. To say that I was proud of him was an understatement. In the midst of shooting the movie, Harry asked me to join him because he was feeling lonely. With a smile on my face, I gladly joined him. Plus, Cillian Murphy was another reason to drop by. (wink wink)

After the movie, Harry decided to start writing for his first solo album. I was so happy that he’d be back in the comfort of his beloved studio where I knew he was genuinely happy. He decided to take a small trip to Jamaica, which was such a breather. It was away from all the flashing light and spying eyes. Harry’d spend his time in the studio with Jeff and Mitch. While I, on the other hand, started drawing my dream fashion line.

Every since I was a kid, I have loved dressing up. And finishing my degree in fashion designing really was a dream come true. Dressing people up like how I did with the lads on tour was not the job that i was expecting but it was a great experience. I’m much more interested in designing my own fashion line and flaunt my designs on the runway.

**

One normal day back home, I got a phone call from the biggest fashion company in London. They heard from Lou that I was a fashion major and wanted me to send drafts of my designs for their upcoming fall collection. I was beyond ecstatic.

This is it.

 My dreams are becoming a reality. I immediately called Lou and thank her over and over again. I then excitedly told Harry and he was so proud of me. That night, me, my family, friends and Harry went out and celebrated but I noticed that Harry wasn’t into it. My best friend even asked if he was ill. It was like he wasn’t even there. I just took it as stress and agreed to go home earlier than expected.

The day of his album launch came. It was a whirlwind of emotions. I was so proud of how people responded to Sign of the Times, but the response to the album was much better. Knowing how hard Harry worked for it and how much people appreciated it made me so happy for him.

And to add to that happiness, pieces from the collection that I sent was chosen for the London Fashion Week Fashion Show a few months from now. I had already told Harry the night before about it but he just nodded and told me he was proud.

Maybe he’s just tired? Or maybe he’s just nervous for the launch the next day? I thought. 

His entire team went out to celebrate that night. Of course, I was there during dinner with his family. I told Gemma about the the fashion show and she promised to be there to support me. Anne even let out a sound of excitement and kept on hugging me, making me feel how happy she was for me.

The dinner ended quickly, so they decided to have a few drinks. Me, on the other hand, had a very important meeting with the company so I had to be presentable and hang-over free.

 “Love, let’s go?” Harry asked.

 “Babe, I have that meeting tomorrow remember?” I asked, with a ‘duh’ tone.

 “What meeting?” He asked. I was shocked. His facial expression really showed no signs of him knowing what was going on.

 “The meeting for the fashion show?” I asked, hoping that something will spark up.

 “You got the job?” He asked.

 “Harry, I told you that last night.” I said, a small frown now starting to form on my face.

 “Ohh yeah. That.” He said. I was kind of disappointed that he forgot but I just shook it off.

 “Anyways, it’ll probably be best if I head home first. Go enjoy the night.” I said giving him a kiss on the cheek.

 “You sure?”

 “Of course.”

 And with that, I left him and went home.

**

The meeting the next day went very well. I met with the tailors who’ll make my designs a reality alongside me and explained to them how I wanted it to turn out. They were nice enough to have understood my worries and assured me of my creative works. The models were also chosen and among those are some of the most well known models. The feeling of Cara Delevingne wearing my work was unbelievable.

I went home that afternoon with a tired body, yet a big smile on my face. Harry was in our bedroom getting ready to go out and celebrate with his friends. I quickly gave him a kiss on the cheek and a quick ‘hey babe’.

“Love, go get ready. We’ll meet them at five.” He said, buttoning his shirt.

“Babe, is it ok if I pass tonight? I’m so tired and I just want to lie down and relax.” I said, slumping my body in the bed. His face showed how much he wanted to go. “Go on without me. Enjoy babe.”

“Don’t you want to celebrate the success of my album, love?” He said with pleading eyes. Of course I want to but having sewed a few pieces myself, I was exhausted.

“It’s not that babe. It’s just that… I’m so tired.” 

“Oh. Ok.”

What’s with his attitude? I don’t know why his tone suddenly sounded like he’s implying that I didn’t want to go just because I don’t want to go.

“What’s with you?” I suddenly asked. I don’t know what ticked inside me, but I had a feeling that me asking that question will lead to a fight.

“Nothing. It’s just that I feel that you’re not happy for me.” He said while fixing his not-so-long-anymore hair.

“What are you saying? Just because I don’t want to go out tonight doesn’t mean I’m not happy for you.” My voice started rising.

“Then make me feel it! All you care about is your stupid designs.”

Oh hell no. 

“Excuse me?”

He’s gotta be kidding right now.

“I said it! All you care about is your stupid runway fashion show. You never support me in any of my works. It’s like I don’t even have a girlfriend who supports me. All we talk about is how excited you are for the show and how happy you are that YOUR dreams are coming true. What about me, huh? Ever thought about me? My album? My dreams?”

 “Oh for fuck’s sake Harry. Don’t you ever say that I didn’t support you. I spent two years on the road with you… two years which should’ve been spent on designing my OWN fashion show. I’ve been beside you through all of the rumors, the hiatus, and now your solo career. So don’t you dare point a finger at me and say that I don’t care about your dreams because I do.” I said. My blood’s now boiling that I don’t think it’ll be enough cooling off just for tonight.

 “Then make me feeling like you care and join us tonight.” He shouted.

 “Why are you so fucking selfish? Can’t you see that I’ve been working my ass off for MY dream? All I ever thought about for the past few years was you and your damn career. Can’t you think about mine? All I’m asking is a night in tonight. Heck, I’m not even asking you to stay with me!” Harry was about to say something but I cut him off.

 “You know what Harry? I realized now… All I ever did in this relationship is give, give, and give. And I’m getting tired.”

 Flashbacks of how Harry reacted with me getting the job came to mind… he didn’t even care. Heck, he even forgot that I told him about me getting it. I’ve talked about this with a friend of mine and what she told me really hit me.

 “It sounds to me like there’s only one person in this relationship.”

“Love, I’m not saying that your dream is not that important. It’s just that -” he said, but I cut him off.

“You feel that your accomplishments are far more important and extravagant than mine.” I said in total realization. No words were needed, his facial expressions were enough to assure my assumption.

“I can’t believe you!” I shouted. “A relationship between two people is about trust and support, and you can’t even support your girlfriend of four years? Your girlfriend who was beside you, supporting you since who knows when!” I started crying.

 “Love, it’s not like that…”

 “Then what is it like Harry? WHAT?” My head started to ache and my breathing started to quicken its pace.

 “Love…”

 “You know what? You’re not the Harry that I fell in love with anymore. You’re just a big-headed pop star who only cares about his fame.”

 “You’re not the girlfriend that I used to know as well. My girlfriend supports me in everything that I do.”

 “And my boyfriend also does the same.”

 “I’m still that person!” He said in exhaustion.

 “No you’re not.” I said with tears now streaming down my face.

 “Then what are you implying?” For a split second, I saw the man that I fell in love with - the man who’d swim the oceans just to make me smile.

 “I’m sorry but if you’ll continue, it’d be best if I left.”

 “Love, no… Don’t do this.” Desperation was very well heard from that one sentence.

 “I’m sorry.”

 I grabbed my bag and with that, I left the man who still had my heart.

They said that there’s always a rainbow after the rain. But with this kind of relationship, seeing a ray of light might be impossible.

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one direction’s legacy is being on a hiatus for almost 1000 days now and still being named dropped at the vma’s and giving everyone heart attacks

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Pairing: Y/N and Harry

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Prompt: 

“She’s the sweetest thing Harry, and smart too. You know she’s in medical school? She could save your life, though she’s clumsy so I don’t know if I would trust her giving me surgery, I would want someone steady. But she’s smart and beautiful, you would just love her! At least let me introduce you,” Anne pleads.

Harry lays on the couch in his room, groaning, “I’m seeing someone,” he reminds her, “Trish, remember?”

“Well I’m not saying you have to date her! I’m just saying you should meet her,” Anne says.

“She doesn’t even want to meet me. You said so yourself, and when I’m home I want to hang out with you and Gemma, not spend it with some stranger.”

“She’s not a stranger, she’s Y/N from the flower shop, and she would like to meet you she’s just being shy, I’m sure of it! Why are you kids being so damn difficult? Can’t you just meet her? I’m not saying you have to marry her or anything, I’m just saying I would like her to be the mother of my grandkids.”

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Anne plays matchmaker and tries to set up Harry and Y/N, a girl who works at her favorite flower shop.

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A little smut-something to suffice those spicy Harry feels inside of you, because, I know you all love a bit of sexual Harry stuff. This probably is a little spacey and jumps around a lot but bear with me; it’s been a while since I’ve written smut. Which isn’t that great because I’ve got more smut stories coming up in the next few pieces…

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HARRY STYLES

The one where Harry pretends to hate you but is secretly in love with you

I Hate You, I Love You

The one where Niall has a crush on you and Harry gets jealous

Jessie’s Girl

The one where Harry protects you from your ex

I’ll Always Protect You

The one where Harry is a strict gym instructor, but not to you

Get That Gym Bod

The one where CEO Harry gets jealous

The Green-Eyed Monster Strikes Again


LIAM PAYNE

The one where Liam surprises you on your birthday

Make A Wish


LOUIS TOMLINSON

The one where Y/N leaves after a fight

Alone

The one where Louis falls in love with his best friend

Loud Whisperer

The one where you come out with your relationship

Secret Love Song

The one where Louis confesses his love for you

Date Already


NIALL HORAN

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BREAK-UP SERIES 

The one where you break up

Harry Styles

Support

Pity (Support Part 2)

I Love You (Support Part 3)

Louis Tomlinson

We’ll See About That 

Three Days (We’ll See About That Part 2)

Lost (We’ll See About That Part 3)

Back To You (We’ll See About That Part 4)


DIVORCE SERIES

The one where you undergo divorce

Liam Payne

Divorce Papers

I’ll Sign Them (Part 2)

Paperworks (Part 3)

Cuddle Night (Part 4)


OTHER SERIES

The one where Harry needs a kidney transplant

For Better of For Worse

In Sickness and In Health (Part 2)

In Good Times and In Bad (Part 3)

Til Death Do Us Part (Part 4)

To Have and To Hold (Part 5)

The one where Harry never wrote a song about his girlfriend of three years

Inspiration

Don’t Force It (Part 2)

You Bring Me Home (Part 3)


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I’M SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY. But it was only because my main focus was on The Divorce Series AU. Now, This is a fan-fiction, I have no idea how Harry is in real life. I’ve tad bit changed the storyline. This is just a part of my imagination. ENJOY! :) xx

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You slide your glasses  back up the bridge of your nose as you opened your locker. You could hear the light snickers of giggles beside you, but chose to ignore it. You removed all your art supplies which you needed for your next class. You were looking down to collect all your brushes, when your locker door slammed shut and you jumped up in fright.

“Morning, baby!” Harry appeared in front of you with his wide dimpled smile, “Look at yeh, got yourself a new pair of glasses!” You smiled and once again rearranged the glasses on your nose.

“They suit yeh, and they’re more modern than the ones yeh had before too!” he chuckled and pulled you close to him by your waist as he leaned flat against your locker.

“Harry, I’m gonna be late for my class if I don’t leave right now.” you said in a soft tone. He hummed and dropped his hands from your waist. You felt his warmth leave your body at the drop of his hands and automatically a pout appeared on your lips.

“Well? M’not stopping yeh… Go on…” he smirked at your pout. You slowly turned around to walk away, feeling upset that he was letting you go so easily, but soon enough he was pulling you right back into his arms.

“Changed my mind. Want yeh here, with me.” You must’ve only gotten a chance to blink before he leaned in and gave you a proper snog in front of everyone in the corridor. You blushed and pull away from him slightly.

“You can’t just kiss me like that, H” you whispered.

“Why not? You’re m’girlfriend. Can kiss yeh anytime I want.” He teased and pulled you closer.

“What if some teacher sees us?” He laughed and pulled your arms around his neck to give you a hug.

“What am I gonna do with yeh, pet?” He sighed and looked back at you, “ I think I love yeh too much to leave yeh alone in this school.”

You and Harry had been now dating for a whole year. He wasn’t a popular kid but girls sure did enjoy his attention and loved giving him their attention. He was a very charming, kind and good looking guy. You had no idea how he fell for you, a nerd who had her head deep buried into the books all day long. Harry didn’t have a reputation but you sure did. A reputation of being a geek. He hated every second of it, if it was up to him, he would love punch every person who ever hurt you in your life to pulp. But scaring you off was the last thing he ever wanted to do.

“I can take care of myself, babe.” you kissed his cheek and pulled your bag towards your shoulder. He nodded, “I know, but m’always gonna worry. Yeh know that.”

You smiled at him and his heart skipped a beat. Even after being together for a year, you still managed to make his heart jump.

“Now shoosh, off yeh go. Don’t wan’t yeh blaming me later about how yeh were late for your class because of me..” He patted your bum lightly and you gasped. His eyes crinkled as he laughed at your expression. He quickly pecked your lips, “See you in an hour? We have the next class together..”

You nodded and he turned to walk away.You walked into your art class, and took a seat on a chair right at the end corner of the room, you removed your new box of water paints, which you were excited to use and started working on your portrait. Half way through the class you heard a psst, looking up you found Georgia staring at you with a smirk on her face. Not the smirk you were used to getting from your man. You especially hated the smirk she gave you.

“I really need to borrow your paints, YN. You see, mine are all mixed up and not even one colour has it’s original colour. So I’m taking yours, okay?” she said in a sickly sweet voice and snatched your paints.

“I-I was working with them-” you stuttered softly, but she cut you off.

“Thanks, YN.” She ignored you and you looked back at your incomplete painting. It was a drawing Harry. His birthday was coming up and you were really excited to give him the drawing along with his other presents.

“Oops!” You snapped your head back at her, only to gasp when you see the condition of your new paints. Every colour was now ruined. There was red mixed in white paint and black in pink. You swallowed the lump in your throat and smiled at her apology.

“Well that’s unfortunate. Here, I don’t need them anymore..” she extended her hand towards you, but before you could get a hold of it she tilted the paints and all the water droplets and colour splashed across your painting.

“No!” You gasped and tried to pull away. You tried to remove the mess but it was too late.The whole painting was ruined too.

“Gosh, I’m so sorry, YN.. But I’m sure you can make another one for him.” she said and got back to her painting. You felt a tear flow down your cheek but you quickly wipe it off. Soon enough the bell rang and you ran towards the bathrooms.

You slide down the locked door and cry. You knew you hadn’t been in there for long time, so you jumped at the loud banging on the other side of the door. You quickly stood up, wiped your eyes and opened the door. There stood Harry with an angry expression on his face.

“What happened? Who did this to yeh?” He entered the toilet without a second thought. Seeing him there made you drop the facade you had put on and break down just as you were about to drop down on to your knees he pulled himself and kneeled on the floor along with you.

“Tell me, baby. I promise I’ll make it right. Just tell me who made you cry.” he urged and hugged you as you nuzzled your head in his neck and sobbed. 

You shook your head, “G-G-Georgia, she r-ruined..” You cried and tighten your hold on his next.

If one thing was very important to you aside from your family and Harry. It was your art. No one messed with it. Since it was your passion, it became one of his favourite passions. 

His body tensed after hearing Georgia’s name. She had always been jealous of his relationship with you. It was only because last year you were the new girl in their school, and before you, he and Georgia had something going on. It wasn’t serious at all. Maybe a kiss or two. It didn’t mean anything to either of them.

But one look at you and Harry felt the world around him changing, he knew he would never be the same after meeting you. One look at you and he felt the need to protect you from every bad and hurtful thing, one look and he wanted you to be his, and he wanted him to be yours.

“Ruined what, baby? I swear to god, if she hurt yeh..” he threatened pulling you closer than ever.

You met his sad gaze, and let out a hiccup, “s-she ruined my paints and the painting I was making f-for you, as a g-gift for your b-birthday..” he hushed you and wiped the tear that fell down your cheek. He gentle kissed the cheek that wasn’t pressed against his shoulder.

“M’so sorry she did that, pet,” he muttered and then pulled you up with him. The anger he felt inside was aching to explode. But he was trying not to show it in front of you. The two of you didn’t know for how long you were in there, but then you heard two bells ringing, declaring it was time for lunch break.

He wrapped his arm arm around your waist and kissed your forehead, “I forgot my watch in the classroom. Can yeh please go sit with the boys and wait for me in the cafeteria?” he dropped his forehead against yours.

You nodded and the two of you packed up your stuff back into your bag. He watched you leave and enter the cafeteria doors before he walked back to the direction of the locker. He found the person he was looking for and got a hold of their hand and roughly pulled them into a secluded, silent area of the school.

“Couldn’t stay away, could you?” She smirked and leaned against the old metal non-working vending machine, with hands behind her back.

“Why did you do it?” he whispered, walking towards her slowly.

“Do what?” she sassed, raising her eyebrow. He towered over her letting out heavy breaths. Their chests were almost touching each other. He was itching to move away from this disgusting atmosphere and her.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. So let’s try this again. Why the fuck did you do it?”

“It as just a pathetic little drawing. It wasn’t even that great, I did you a favour. I saved you from lying about how you love the painting. You’re little bitch was just overreacting as usual.” she spat.

He punched the machine beside he and she jumped with fright. Georgia was scared, for sure. She was worried she had crossed the line. She knew not to mess with his temper, especially not to mess with the people he loved. But she couldn’t help it. She was jealous. She wanted him, but you snatched him away from her. He was hers before he was yours.

“You’re a girl that’s why I’m containing myself. I’m warning you Georgia, if I ever see you near my girl again, the outcome won’t be nice..” he whispered threateningly, looking at her dead in the eyes. He walked away from her and she gasped not realizing she had stopped breathing for a second. She watched him disappear, and decided that it was better if she stayed away.

Harry entered the cafeteria and saw you laughing with the boys. His shitty mood turned into a happy mood as he skipped towards you. He slide beside you and surprised you with a loud kiss on the apple of your cheeks.

“Here comes the man of your dreams, YN…I see how you still haven’t minimized the PDA like I told you to, Haz! Give her a bit of space, ey?” Lou  teased and sassed as the other boy and their girlfriends laughed. Harry wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to him.

“You’re just jealous because the only companion you have in your life at the moment, is your hand…” he joked. The boys let out an ooh and the girls laughed, including Louis

“Touche, mate.”

You looked at Harry to find him already looking at you. You smiled at him, “You okay, baby?” he asked. You nodded and hugged his side.He rested his head on top of your head. He felt content.

The two of you were happy. That’s all that mattered. Nothing could come between Harry and his sweet creature.That’s how it was going to be. Forever.

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You Have a Bad Sex Life With Him: Part 2

Part 1

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The rain pattered against Gemma’s window, my fingers fiddling against the corner of my book. I can just barely see the words on the paper, only the occasional lightning making each word visible. Gemma snores softly beside me, and I almost start to cry wishing I am able to sleep now. But my eyes resisted each flutter, and now here I am, awake and drowning in my thoughts.

My head falls lightly onto the window, the glass leaving a spot of cold against my skin.

“I said don’t be afraid” I sing under my breath, my voice quivering the slightest. “I’m coming home.”

I close my eyes, a single tear drop flowing down my cheek, landing softly on the page of my book. I instantly wipe it away with the pads of my fingers, shaking my head. 

I close my book softly, placing it gently down on the bed before quietly slipping out from under the duvets. I make sure to walk quietly out the door, making sure to not disturb anybody before making my way into the kitchen.

I slide the light, illuminating the room to as dim as it can be. Loneliness consumes me, wraps me up like a cocoon, fighting against the restraints. I’m miserable, spending a night where my thoughts haunt my insides, where I’m alone wondering if this is how every night will be.

A night without Harry is something foreign. I’ve always needed him near, touching me in some sort of way, feeling his skin burn through mine. It’s comforting to me, feeling the effects of a man you love. It’s a drug, an intoxication, burning your insides until you feel the high. That’s how I felt with him every night, in paradise, because it’s just me and him, with no sense of an outside world, no care or thoughts, just us. 

I lean against the counter, tracing the shapes I made out in my head. I take a few deep breaths, hoping to compose the emotions threatening to spill out. I feel like he’s slipped completely out from between my fingers, and he’s so oblivious that he just keeps his hands clenched, as if still holding on.

Tears begin to fall from my eyes, dropping onto the counter. I don’t bother holding them back, choking with each inhale. 

I cry until there’s nothing left inside of me, just an empty void of nothingness. Just a pit of numbness, settling in my stomach. Until my cheeks are dried, and my eyes swollen. I must have been out of it for a while, in a zone of deep thought and self doubt, because suddenly, I feel him. With no warning.

I feel his chest nearly touching my back, the heat radiating off his skin enough to already feel it. His breath is hitting my neck, chills running up my spine and down to the tips of my fingers. His soft hands roam my waist, dancing along the clothed parts of me. The knuckles of my fingers curl against the table. His hands run up my back, gliding against my shoulders and running down my arms, his fingertips on top of mine. 

He leans in, his lips pressing against my shoulder bone. He moans softly, detaching his lips only to kiss my skin again. But suddenly, I can’t feel him anymore, and I almost start to think he left me once again, back to the feeling of lonesome. But his hands reattach to my hips, and his lips meet my shoulder again.

“Marry me.” He whispers, his breath lingering on my skin.

My breath gets caught in my throat, my heart stopping at his words. I forget how to breathe, my lungs collapsing with his words.

He keeps his lips where they are, waiting for me to say something, anything. But I can’t, everything is caught in my throat.

“Please,” he breathes out, “baby girl.”

I let out my held breath, my shoulders slumping forward.

He kisses my shoulders again, almost desperately, just to get me to say something.

“I was waiting until I asked you. You know my reputation, I didn’t want you to think I was only in this relationship so that you can open your legs for me. I just wanted you to understand that I’m in this for you, just for you, not for anything else.”

I turn to look at him, his green eyes glistening with tears. He’s biting on his lip, his hands shaking against my waist. He sighs, bottom lip trembling between his teeth. 

“I’m sorry I put you through this. I didn’t know.” He cries, fingers petting my cheek. “But please, marry me.”

I place my hand on his wrist, making sure his touch didn’t leave me. I have never seen him so vulnerable, where he looks like a single word can destroy his whole world. But he’s never looked so beautiful.

“You don’t have to ask me, Harry, if you don’t want to. I wasn’t asking for that much.”

He shakes his head, looking almost heartbroken that I haven’t said yes.

“But I want to, I want to spend everyday with you. I already have the ring, I’ve had it for weeks. I was waiting until I showed you how serious I was about you so that you didn’t think sex was all I wanted. My reputation it—it’s fucked up. It’s not me, it’s not who I am and I didn’t want you to think I—“

Before he could finish, I lean in so I can kiss him. I make sure he can feel the compassion I hold for him, the flames of fire that burn my skin whenever he touches me. His fingertips press against my skin, sure to leave marks tomorrow morning. 

“Why’d you wait so long, my H?” I mumble, “I wouldn’t want to spend my life with anybody else.“

My nails dig into his skin, tracing the outlines of his tattoos. I rub occasionally on his chest, palms running along his skin. This is the closest I’ve ever been to him, emotionally. I feel like he’s with me now, fully there, not half gone. 

“I love you so, so much, baby girl,” he whispers, head lulling back the more pressure I puncture into his skin, “and I think it’s time I show you how much I do.”

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based on this request :: can you pretty please write something about y/n and harry going to a party and harry getting all jealous when a dude flirts with y/n?? thank you !!

i took a weird spin on this (i think) but i hope it’s acceptable ;) not going to fit with everyone, i’m sure, but i tried!! gonna be honest, don’t really like this piece very much (just feel like i could’ve done better) but i didn’t want to keep this anon waiting any longer. hope you enjoy anyway :)) 

WARNINGS :: some *maybe* offensive song lyrics and a bit angsty?¿ idk man it’s pretty PG - PG-13ish 

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O V E R V I E W

“Wha’ in the ever living fuck does that bloke think he’s doing?” Harry slurs a bit on his words, the scene before him making his jaw set and eyes narrow.

“Jesus, they’re just singing. Lighten up a bit, mate.”

And maybe it was the excessive amounts of drinks that were consumed that was making Harry a lot more open about his emotions but maybe he just really hates this boy that’s looking at her as if he has a chance.

or

harry is y/n’s and y/n is harry’s

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Pity (Support: A Harry Styles Imagine Part 2)

Warning: accidents, swearing

Here’s the much awaited Part 2! I’m gonna say sorry in advance for how this one ended because I already planned out the ending yet I couldn’t put it into words. The result was a little confusion with the writing in the end but hopefully you guys will get the scenario.

Message me or ask me HERE if things get a bit confusing. I’ll take the blame. Sorry again. And to make up for it, I’ll make a Part 3! It’s time to send in your suggestions again!

Enjoy! Hope I didn’t disappoint.  

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It has been a few months since Harry and I broke up. To say that Harry was broken was an understatement. He made sure to call me everyday. Of course, what could he expect? I never answered. I even contemplated on changing my number but I had too much respect to do it.

The entire universe unfortunately found out about the break up but to my surprise, the fans wanted us to get back together. It wasn’t unknown to me that I was on the Directioners’ good side. They saw how much I love and took care of Harry and his fans appreciated that. Even though Harry ruined our relationship, it was still the best four years of my life.

**

“Y/N please at least answer his call. Just a call, singular. Please.” Louis called me a few days after the break up.

“Louis, I can make my own decisions.” I said.

“But you haven’t seen him. He has neither eaten nor bathed. His eyes are bloodshot and bags are seen under his eyes. He’s not the same without you Y/N.” I heard Louis say something when his phone was taken away.

“Harry, no.” Louis said but Harry didn’t listen.

“Y/N? Love? I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. Please hear me out. I-” Harry was about to continue when I hung up 

Hearing his voice made the butterflies in my stomach come to life. I missed him. I really did. But if his fame and fortune was more important than me, then to heck with him.

I deserved better. 

**

As the fashion show gets closer, nerves start kicking in. It was a good thing though. It made me work extra hard and made myself busy to avoid thinking about him. Gemma calls me every once in awhile to check up on me and so did Anne. It made me feel guilty though. I left their son/brother broken, yet they still cared for me. Gemma even made sure that I include their names for the VIP section in the fashion show.

One day, I was in a coffee meeting with my fellow designers and the organizers of the fashion show. They were talking about lighting, stage decor, and color scheme when I got a phone call from Gemma. Because of the meeting, I couldn’t answer her call. I shrugged it off thinking it may just be her weekly “just checking up on you” calls. I’ll just call her back later. 

But no, her calls kept on coming.

“Excuse me for just one moment.” I told everyone. They just smiled and said to go ahead. I immediately called Gemma and I got an answer in one ring.

“Gem? What’s wrong?” I asked. I waited for an answer but all I got was a sob.

“Hello?” I asked once more. “Gem? You ok? Where are you?”

 “It’s… It’s mum. Out of nowhere she just… she just collapsed and… and we had to call an ambulance and bring her to the hospital. She… she was bleeding, Y/N.”

I couldn’t process what she was saying. Anne was like a second mother to me, and knowing that her state was critical, I couldn’t just sit around.

“She was looking for you.” Gemma answered. “She was conscious for a few seconds in the ambulance and called everyone’s name, including yours. That’s why I had to call you up and tell you.”

“Where is she now?” I asked, making my way back to our table to collect my things.

“We’re here at the Wythenshawe Hospital back home. But you don’t have to drive all the way here, she’ll understand that you’re in London and-”

“I’ll be there in a few. Just… update me ok?” I said and hung up. My colleague saw me collect my things and stopped me for a minute. She gave me a look that said ‘what are you doing?’

“I’m so so sorry everyone, but my mum was brought to the hospital so I have to go. I’m really sorry.” Good thing that everyone was considerate enough and let me go without a grudge. Even the highest positioning person there told me good luck and to be careful.

Please let Anne be ok.

**

The drive to Holmes Chapel was somewhat short considering it was in the middle of the day where people were at work, which means no traffic, and I may have over sped a little. I quickly got my things and ran in.

“Excuse me, can you tell me where I can find Anne Styles or Anne Twist right now?” I asked the nurse. She looked at me as if I’m a crazy person.

“I’m sorry but the family told us that we were not allowed to tell anyone about her condition considering the entire family is here.” The nurse said.

“But I am family. I’m-”

“I’m so sorry but we won’t allow media or fans to enter.” She said in a “shoo” tone. 

I was about to explode when I heard a voice that I know too well.

“Y/N?” Robin said.

“Robin…” I said and my eyes softened.

“It’s ok, she’s my daughter-in-law.” He joked to the nurse. I laughed a little and immediately hugged him. He accepted the comfort and rubbed my back to soothe my worries.

The entire course of Harry and I’s relationship, Robin was always there like a Dad. He throws “funny” puns just like a regular dad would. He’d invite us to weekend barbeques when Harry was not busy. He’d sometimes invite us over to watch football on TV, considering I was a massive fan myself. When my parents were in town, Robin was the one who came up with the idea of a family dinner. He and my dad bonded like long lost friends, which made Harry and I happy that our parents were getting along.

“Robin, how’s Anne? Is she ok?” I asked, sniffling a little considering I was crying the entire trip here.

“She’s still in surgery, dear. The doctors are yet to talk to us about her condition.” He continued, “Thank you so much for coming in a flash, dear. Anne would be so happy to see you here.”

“Y/N!” I heard someone say. I turned around and saw Gemma and her boyfriend. She ran towards me and engulfed me in a bone crushing hug. I didn’t care though, she needed the comfort as much as I did.

“Gem! You ok?” I asked.

“Yeah. Thank you so much for coming, you know… even after the break-up… Mum would be so happy to know that you’re here.” She said. 

“Don’t mention it. I know you guys need a little comfort at this time.”

“Actually, there’s one person that needs comforting more than Gemma and I right now.” Robin said pointing to the benches by the emergency room. Seated with his face on his hands was none other than Harry himself. One can immediately know that he was crying, seeing that his breathing was fast. I sighed and smiled a little. Gemma smiled back and I made my way towards the love of my life.

I went over and knelt in front of him. “Harry?” I called. He immediately looked up and his eyes opened wide. He rubbed his eyes to check if I was really there.

“Y/N” was all he said before engulfing me in a tight hug. He cried harder as soon as his face hit my neck. 

He needs me right now, and I’m not courageous enough to push him away, so I let him hug me. He hugged me like never before. This hug has a mix of “I miss you.” and “I need you.”

Everyone knows how Harry was a mummy’s boy. He’d drop everything for his mum. He respected how Anne raised them on her own before she met Robin. The way she raised both Gemma and Harry into these beautiful human beings is beyond anyone’s power, and Harry knew that. She taught them how to respect women and people in general. She showered her children with love and made sure that they got only the best.

“Shhhh… “ I said as I rubbed his back. “Your mum is a fighter remember? She’ll get through this.”

“Thank you… so much.” Harry said in between sobs. I was about to say something when I heard the doctor call for Anne’s family members. Harry was the first one to stand up as if it was his name that was called.

“How is she?” Harry asked. Robin and Gemma was beside us in a matter of seconds 

“She’s fine now. There was just a lack of oxygen in her brain which caused her to faint. Was she exposed to stress recently?” The doctor asked. 

“Not that we know of, doctor.” Robin said.

“It may also be caused by excess work, but she’s now ok. The only problem was that she hit her head a little too hard. There was an excessive bleeding but we were able to stop it.” The doctor said. Everyone sighed in relief.

“She has passed the critical stage now and she’s in the recovery room. We’ll bring her to her private room as soon as her vital say she’s ok. But she’ll still have to stay for a few days just so that we can keep an eye on her and check for no further damage.” The doctor continued. Everyone thanked him and sat down with a sigh of relief.

I then continued rubbing Harry’s back for comfort. He didn’t say anything. All he did was hold my hand as a sign of gratefulness. I smiled at his kind gesture and for a few months, I saw him smile, a genuine smile.

That same day, Anne woke up to all of us fast asleep around her bed. Robin was beside her holding her hand. Gemma and Michal were leaning on the wall with their heads on each other’s shoulders. Harry and I were both on the couch the room came with with our hands intertwined. The sight made her heart melt. Everyone she loved was in one room. Robin felt Anne’s hand move which caused him to wake up fully. He then woke everyone up and everyone was happy to see her awake and well.

**

For the past few days I have been staying with Harry and his family at his childhood home. I wanted to stay and help the rest take care of Anne. Fortunately my work allowed me to take a few days off considering I told them that it was my mom who was brought to the hospital. They understood my case and let me have the days off.

Following the recent events, Harry has been quite distant with me the past few days. All I did was take care of him because I knew that he’d be too busy taking care and worrying about his mum that he’d forget to take care of himself. It was like a reflex.

“Harry, what do you think should we bring for lunch today? Gemma texted me saying that we should bring lunch for everyone. Your mum’s looking for Nando’s for some weird reason.” I told him as we made sure to pack everything Anne needed for the next few days. As I was about to talk again, Harry called me to the kitchen.

“What’s up?” I asked as I entered.

“We need to talk.” He said.

“Sure, what’s up?” I said.

“I need you to leave me alone until mum gets better.” He said straightforward. I was taken aback. A few days ago he was begging me to take him back. Now, it’s the opposite.

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“I know what this is.” He said pointing his finger back and forth between us.

“What do you mean?” I asked not knowing what the heck he’s talking about.

“Pity.” was the only thing he said.

“I’m sorry… I’m not getting what you want me to get here.” I said, shaking my head with a curious looking eyes.

“You’re taking care of me as if you still care about me… like I’m still your boyfriend!” he shouted. “And do you know how much it fucking hurts me to know that you’re just pitying me for what happened to mum?” I was about to cut him off but he did it first.

“I love you Y/N, I really do. But seeing how much better you did without me, it made me believe that I was the shittiest boyfriend in the universe. I prioritized my career when I should’ve put you first. I don’t deserve you.” He started crying as soon as he ended his heartfelt speech.

“You don’t care about me like before. You’re making me feel like you still love me.” I only noticed that I was crying when a tear streamed down my cheek.

“You’re right… You never deserved me. But don’t you dare imply that don’t care about you anymore, because I still do. I still love you, I really do but I don’t want to fix things just yet. But you need me right now, and I don’t have heart to see you broken over me and over your mom. The least I could do is take care of you.” I said. 

“If me taking care of you is giving out some kind of signal that I shouldn’t, then I’m sorry. I don’t want to get back together, not right now anyway. But I do feel obligated to take care of you.”

“But you’re not obligated to take care of me. Please… just help me by staying away from me. It’s for your own good.” he said. 

“Let’s at least be civil about this… for your mum.” I said, holding my hand out for him to shake. “I’ll stop with whatever I’m doing and just be here for your mom. I’m sorry for what I have done.”

And with that, he shook my hand. 

I should no longer care about Harry Styles.

You Have a Bad Sex Life With Him

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“I know where you stand
Silent in the trees
And that’s where I am
Silent in the trees.
Why won’t you speak
Where I happen to be?
Silent in the trees
Standing cowardly.”

I sing softly, curling my hair, smacking my red covered lips together. I look up in the mirror, my love fixing his tie so that it was on perfectly right.

He looks handsome, the way his hands move upon the fabric, the way his posture changes whenever he investigates his look. He is beautiful, completely irresistible. And that’s what makes this so difficult.

I want tonight to be the night, the night where he lets me make love to him.  Our relationship has been serious for a while now, nearly an entire year being spent together. But there’s a flaw we have, and it’s been eating me alive. It almost feels like it’s drifting us apart in some ways, but I don’t think he notices it.

He hasn’t made love to me yet, he hasn’t touched me. And for both of us already having sex with other people in the past, I wonder why he hasn’t given me his love yet.

Harry looks up to the mirror, his stern face suddenly softening. He smiles, making his way toward the bathroom.

“My love,” he whispers, his arms wrapping around my waist, his mouth against the skin of my neck, “you look beautiful, my love.”

I smile.

"I can feel your breath.
I can feel my death.
I want to know you.
I want to see.
I want to say hello.”

“Hm.” Harry hums contently, nuzzling his face into my shoulder, “love when you sing.”

I turn my head, admiring the aspect of him. He’s more than what he claims to be, he’s everything anybody could ever desire.

I kiss down his neck, sucking on the skin right below his ear. I hear him growl, the fingers that are tight around my hip squeezing together. My lips make their way up to his, capturing the taste of his lemon and peppermint breath. His lips are smooth, plump and easy to manipulate. 

He moans into me, his hand gripping onto the back of my neck, as if preventing me from moving away.

“Make love to me.” I whisper, my lips ghosting over his.

Harry stops his movements, hands loosening, lips stopping. He pushes me away, shaking his head from side to side. I knew it was a risky thing to say to him, but I need to feel him love me they way he claims he does. For now, I feel nothing. I haven’t felt anything in so long.

“We can’t, we’re going to be late for the dinner. My family has been non stop talking about this.”

I cross my arms over my chest, tucking my hands underneath them.
“O—okay. Let me just get more lipstick from Gemma’s room.”

I slowly walk across the hall to talk to Gemma. I know the topic may be strange for her, I can’t hold in my feelings anymore. If I don’t let out what I have to, I’ll drive myself to insanity. I can’t handle it anymore.

I walk into her room hesitantly, only to find her straightening her hair, the smell of nail polish fusing the room.

“Hey, Gemma, can I ask you something?” I mumble, my lips coming together into a straight line.

Gemma places her curling iron down on her dresser, brushing out the last few pieces before turning her full attention towards me.

“What’s up, Y/n?”

I let out a shaky breath, blinking softly a few times before building up the bravery to ask her.

“Does Harry ever talk about me, to anybody? Does he say anything about me to you guys?”

Gemma gasps, looking around her as if the question were appalling. She walks up to me to grab my hands, her eyes reassuring me.

“Are you kidding? You’re all he talks about. Every hour he’ll say something related to you. I’m telling you, we hear your name nearly ten times a day.”

I give her a small smile, but it wasn’t my main concern. I’m scared to address the issue, because I feel like once I admit it, I can’t blame anybody but me. Like I am the one who discourages him to make love to me, like there’s a problem I have that he’s trying to avoid.

“Why, hun? What’s going on with you?”

I squeeze her hands, trying desperately to not sound unappreciative of all the other things he does for me. It’s just killing me, destroying my self esteem, I’m at my breaking point.

“He won’t have sex with me.” 

Gemma’s jaw drops, eyes wide and gleaming with shock. I don’t think she had expected it, simply because we have been together for so long, and we are both old enough to have such an intimate experience.

“You guys—you guys haven’t slept together yet?”

I shake my head, frowning at her question.

“Gem, no matter how hard I try, he won’t budge. We haven’t even done foreplay, he hasn’t even gone past my shoulders. I’ve tried so many times to make love to him, but he doesn’t—he just doesn’t do anything. I mean, is it me? Is there something wrong with me?”

I look down at my hands, my tears and cries unpreventable. 

“Darling, no. Absolutely not. You’re beautiful. Look at you.”

She brings her hand up to place hair behind my ear, smiling at me as she does so.

“Just talk to him, yeah? There might be something on his mind.”

I nod, wiping the tears away from under my eyes. I give her a small smile, wiping off any makeup that could have possibly smudged before I make my way back to Harry.

He smiles when he sees me, kissing my softly. His touch is intoxicating, and, God, how i want to kiss him on every inch of his skin. My love, my handsome love, maybe tonight will be our night.


Dinner was beautiful. Everything was so elegant. Even the aroma was something I’ve never experienced before. And being with Harry’s family was nothing but welcoming. I am so comfortable around them, everything they do is done with such kindness.

“I had a wonderful time, Harry.” I smile, beaming at the events that just unfolded.

You, my angel,” Harry whispers, “look breathtaking tonight. I couldn’t stop looking at you.”

I smile, pressing a soft kiss on his lips. He deepens the kiss, gripping onto my hips, his hands wandering to the zipper of my dress. I sigh contently, my lips wrapping around his, our tongues dancing against each others. His fingers fiddle with the zipper before my dress pools at my ankles, which I immediately step out of. 

This feels different. It feels like it’s actually going somewhere. I feel him giving me something passionate, something with meaning and love. I’ve been waiting for this moment since I met him, since I knew he was the one for me. And now that it’s happening, I can’t get enough. I’m so needy of him, and there’s no reason to deny that.

I slip his suit jacket off of his shoulders, my fingers urgently opening up the buttons of his shirt. `I kiss the new exposed skin, the tips of my nails lightly scratching down his sides.

He grips my head in his hands, lifting me up so that he can kiss me again.

“Alright, angel, off to bed.”

My mouth drops open, my entire body halting once the words escape his lips. He turns around to undress the rest of him, slipping on a pair of sweatpants. His muscles flex as he ties his hair up, continuing on as if nothing had just happened.

“Is there something wrong with me, Harry?” I whisper.

Harry turns to look at me, his eyes immediately gleaming with sympathy. Grabbing my hands as softly as he can, he leans in to quickly kiss my forehead.

“Baby, why would you ask me that?”

I look down, choking out soft cries as I try to make myself sound less greedy than I seem.

“Because you won’t sleep with me!” I shout. “I try almost every night to make love to you and I—I don’t get anything from you. I spent so much time tonight to try and get you to do something. It’s tearing me down, Harry. It’s tearing me down so much. This can’t work if you aren’t attracted to me.”

He looks dumbfounded, completely in shock when I’m done with what I said. He looks scared in a way, guilty, almost saddened by the words I spoke. He stutters, his hands losing a grip on mine to push his hair back, almost out of nervousness.

“Baby, I—“

“Why don’t you show me you love me?” I sob.

He swallows harshly, his sentence gone unfinished. His eyes show desperation, plea, but it’s clear that whatever he had to say was nothing I want to hear.

I drop his hands from mine, nodding understandingly. It’s clear I’m nothing he wants, nothing he needs. I’m far from his expectations, it makes me wonder why he held on for so long.

“O—okay.” I mumble. “I get it.”

I wipe the tears from my face. I can’t believe this is happening here, at this time, in this place, but it is, and I have to pretend I’m okay for at least another day.
I turn away from him, almost turning to look back, just to see if he’d fight for me.

“Wait, Y/n, please.” Harry begs, his voice unsteady. 

I stop my movements, waiting for him to say more, but I refuse to look at him. I can feel him coming closer to me, his radiancy filling my lungs. His fingertips graze my shoulder slightly, almost as if he’s contemplating to completely reach for me. 

I suck in a breath, letting his soft touch invade me.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers before his touch leaves me.