Harry-meme

Dylan’s the kind of guy who deep throats bananas in the cafeteria but if Eric is gonna eat one he’s gotta drive home, go down to the basement, lock the door, close the windows, draw the blinds, make sure no one’s watching THEN eat the banana. Miss him with that gay shit.

Star Crossed - Part 5 (H.S AU)- “Sweet Creature“

Maddie POV

 I had just gotten out of the shower when I heard my phone ringing on my bed. It’s an unknown number. Feeling brave, I answered the call and brought the device up to my ear.

“Hello?”

“Left before saying goodbye, did we?” Harry. His voice sounds dark. It’s deeper, and his accent thicker. I take a few seconds to calm my weak knees after hearing him speak.

“I’m sorry, I wish I could have stayed long enough to say goodbye to you guys, but I’ve still got so much to pack, and I’ve gotta put together a game plan for move-in day tomorrow.”

“I was hoping you might mention tomorrow. I was wondering if maybe you would like some help transporting your stuff so that you don’t have to make so many trips.” He was sweet, a part of my half expected that when he woke up this morning he’d be a completely different person. That maybe the alcohol was what lead to him being so kind toward me, and that it potentially wasn’t how he always acted towards people.

“That would be such a life saver, thank you, Harry.”

“ ‘s not a problem. Just text me your address, and I’ll swing by whenever you’re ready tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

“Have a good day, love,” ‘Love.’ There go my knees again. Whenever he called me that I felt my stomach doing summersaults and I could sense how flustered it made me look and feel. The way that word rolled off of his tongue was mesmerizing. I couldn’t tell if he was trying to hint at something, or if that was just something he called every girl he spoke to.

“…Maddie, you there?” shit.

“Oh-uh-ya,-sorry, uh thank you, you too.”

“A’right, bye love.” The line went dead, but before he hung up I heard him laugh. Well, that’s not embarrassing or anything.

I try to shake it off and go back to wrapping the furniture in my room. About a week ago, my mom and I ordered a new bed for my new living space, because she wanted my bed to be here in case I ever decided to spend the night during visits. As long as he-who-shall-not-be-named was living here, though, that was highly unlikely. I am really concerned about Robin staying here. She’s too young to understand exactly what’s going on and too outsized to defend herself in any sense - verbally, physically, or otherwise – in any way.  

So, being the protective big sister I have always had to be, I sat Robin down and told her what I wanted to do whenever she was in a threatening situation. And if she and Chuck were the only ones in the house, she was to lock the door in my old room, and inside my old bathroom. It wasn’t fullproof but it was enough to at least slightly settle my nerves. When I decided it was time to have a chat with my mom regarding the mansion, she told me that Niall had said on record that he didn’t want us to pay for anything, which made me feel like utter crap because that house is anything but cheap. I am hopeful that I can find a way to make it up to him, and all of the ‘lads’ for that matter after what they’ve so generously provided me.

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It was noon the next day when a black Range Rover pulled into the driveway. When it’s door swung open, out stepped none other than Harry Styles. His navy beanie had tucked away all the long curls residing atop his head, with small tufts poking out in the front. He clearly dressed for today’s wind, because he had on a soft army green jacket over his red t-shirt. I’m pretty sure his favorite thing to wear are skinny jeans, seeing as he is wearing another pair right now- these being a dark shade of denim. His outfit was completed by the slightly distressed brown boots that ended at his ankles. He seems to wear those style shoes a lot as well. I wish so badly that  I could say he didn’t look good, but that’d be a lie. Every time I had seen him so far he and his sense of style had taken my breath away, which was a dangerous thought because it only drew me to him more.

I rushed down the steps and opened the door, ushering him inside.

He pulled me in for a quick hug with one arm, bidding me a quick good afternoon before we headed out to the garage and got my new bed which was delivered in a box. We loaded up my mom’s car as much as we could, which surprising only left a few boxes to be packed into Harry’s car. We were back in my room grabbing the last of the boxes when I heard a little knock on my door startling both Harry and myself. We whipped our heads in the direction of the noise.

“Can I help?” Robin beamed up at me. Her thick hair was pulled into two large French braids that I recognized as our mother’s work.

“Do you think you can handle it little bird? This box is reaalllly heavy?” I held up the lightest box up, knowing she could carry it, but the look on her face when she felt strong was worth it.

“Yes! I am a strong independent woman,” she nodded proudly and marched forward, toward me while Harry silently laughed.

“Oh, Harry this is my little sister, Robin. Little bird this is my…” shit what do I call him, “my housemate Harry.” His face faltered slightly at my statement but nevertheless, he kneeled down and held out a hand for Robin to shake.

“Nice to meet you, Robin” he smiled brightly at her with those cute dimples coming into play. She stares at his hand before slowly reaching out and shaking it.

“Are you sure he’s Irish?” she squints at me in a questioning manner, “aren’t Irish people short, and don’t they wear green?”

“Oh my gosh, Robin, okay, one - my…partner is Niall, and two - this is Harry - I met him because he’s friends with Niall.” She looks back over to Harry.

“Hi,” he waves with a laugh, staying squatted down to her level seemingly nervous from her staring.

“I like your hat.” She pokes it.

“Thank you, I like your hair” he wiggles both braids in his hands.

“I like him,” she turns back to me and smiles, making me roll my eyes. 

“Alright little bird, let’s get these last boxes in the car.” She nods and grabs the box I assigned her and walks off.

“At least one of you likes me,” Harry scoffs. My eyes almost fly out of their sockets. 

“What? Harry-”

“ ‘He’s my housemate’ ” he says in a girl’s voice, “ ‘I know him ‘cause of Niall’…”  there’s a brief, sad pause, “do you…not wanna be friends?

“What? No, Harry of course I do!” he smiles at my statement. I stand there unsure of what to do, so I fidget with my fingers.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You just did,” I joke and turn around. He quickly grabs my right arm and whips me back around so fast that I bump into his chest.

“Sorry,” I push myself off of him gently. I return to fidgeting once more.

“Why are you so nervous around me?” his eyes are filled with curiosity, but he’s smiling slightly, with his dimples on display again.

“I’m sorry, I’ve just…I’ve never actually had a friend before,” I confess.

“Oh,” he looks surprised. “Well, in that case, I’m honored to be your first” he turns around with a dopey smile and grabs the box, exiting my room. I follow suit and walk behind him while he marches like Robin did. When we meet Robin at the front door, she’s tapping her foot impatiently. This kid I swear.

Placing the three boxes in the back of Harry’s car, he reaches up and closes the trunk.

“I think that’s everything,” I sigh.

“Can we play outside one last time before you go?” she pouted up at me. It felt kind of strange having another soul present when she asked me that question, but strange in a good way. It had always been just me and my little bird of a sister against the world.

“I don’t know little bird…” I glance over to Harry. He’s probably going to think it’s lame.

“Pleeaaaaase Maddie? Harry can play too.”

“What game do you want us to play, Robin?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Tag,” she smiles wickedly. She know’s I hate running.

“Robin-”

“Aw come on, Maddie, don’t say no just because you’re gonna lose.” He shakes his head.

“Yeah!” Robin nods, secretly fist-bumping Harry. She thinks I don’t see it but I do, and he gives it away with his adorable smile. I stand there with my mouth agape and stare at both of them as if I am offended.

“Alright, fine. You’re on.” I start walking towards the house, and tap Harry’s shoulder smugly, “You’re it!” I sprint through the house into the backyard, with Robin, Harry chasing after us shortly behind.

Harry’s POV

The crisp, windy air was filled with the sounds of laughter and feet hitting grass as we all took turns chasing each other. I had finally caught up to Maddie when we reached the backyard, so she was “it again.” Once she tagged Robin I decided to go easy with my speed, wanting to put a smile on her face before Maddie and I have to leave. We were all spread out amongst the various different flowers in the garden, without a single worry in the world. The only problem was that I was starting to grow very fond of Maddie, and that was something to worry about. So when Robin caught me, I immediately threw myself in Maddie’s direction.

When I caught up to her, I threw her off guard by wrapping my arms around her from the back and swinging her around. She blessed our ears with the beautiful sound of her laughing before I gently placed her back on her two feet, and she turned around to face me. The smile on her face was so radiant, that it felt like it was eclipsed when she realized our close proximity, and her face turned serious. I wanted nothing more than to lean in and press my lips against her there in that moment. So badly it almost felt painful.

The only sound that could be heard was the both of us trying to catch our breath. We just stood there, and all I could do was stare at her beautiful blue-green eyes. Trying to push aside how I longed to reach out and kiss her, I threw myself backward onto the ground, acting tired, and heard laughter emitting both her and Robin.

She was a sweet creature, Maddie’s sister. A lot like Maddie in that very sense. Maddie is by far one of the sweetest people I have ever met.

“You find my death amusing?” I said between breaths. Maddie doesn’t say anything, but she lies down next to me on the ground and turns her head to look at me. And just like that, with the simplest of her gestures, I wanted to get to know Maddie Parker, and that was a very dangerous thought.

I’m not even a slytherin but this made me laugh for half an hour// artist: @emilyscartoons

Star Crossed - Part 6 (H.S AU) - “Woman“

Maddie’s POV 

Goodbyes were never easy for me. Maybe it was something that had to have resided itself in me when I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye to my father. Had I gotten the chance, his death still would shake me to my very core as a child. Staring at the young braided hair, blue-eyed girl standing before myself is crazy, knowing that she’s grown so much since that time. I managed not to cry too much when we hugged one last time before Harry and I left the house. She even gave Harry a hug. It was gratifying to see how greatly Harry had interacted with her. He seems to have a way with kids by the looks of it.

The first item of business once Harry and I got all my stuff into the house was to decide which room I was going to occupy. There was one available to the left near Niall and Liam’s rooms and one available down the hallway on the right where Harry and Louis resided. While it was tempting to choose the room closer to Harry, my mind won the battle it had with my heart and decided on the left wing. Harry was kind enough to help me carry everything into the room, and once I started to put my bed together told me to let him know if I needed anything. It took me hours, but eventually, my room was all set up, and it was perfect if I say so myself. I preferred for things to look more simple.

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The rest of June passed quickly. There was not much that happened after I finished arranging my room that day last month. But, I mostly spent time outside near the pool drawing in my sketchbook or taking Robin out to the zoo, and other attractions in the area just to get her out of that damn house. She had her first official dance recital last night, and she was the best if I do say so myself, but maybe I am just being an extra proud big sister.

Niall and I had hung out a few times as well. We mostly went to places like top golf, where he golfed, and I hung out in the booth and ate while he and I talked. He and Harry even went with me and took Robin bowling for the first time. Robin and Harry really seemed to hit it off. He definitely had a way with kids. In regards to Niall, well - he and I had become pretty close. He was definitely my best friend, and it was clear that even if our relationship didn’t grow romantic that he and I were at least soul mates in that sense.

The three of us are sat around in the screening room, which was basically a miniature movie theater inside the mansion. I felt absolutely spoiled rotten getting to call this extravagant place my home. This room had a very relaxed aura about it, though. It was a lot of Harry’s room in the sense that it was dark, but not pitch black, and a lot of the colors in the room were ones found in his as well. Especially the wall color.

Niall and I were sat on one couch, and my legs were crossed in his lap whilst Harry was spread across the single chair to the right. We’re reading facts about each other’s sign in an attempt to roast each other. Harry has been acting out of character though, as he’s not his usual dimple-smiley self. He isn’t even looking this way. Instead, he’s just sitting in the chair holding that letter we got in the mail this morning. 

We all came here to read it together, but Niall and I got distracted. I forgot to take my ADHD meds today, alright? Sue me.

“Yer turn,” Niall raises an eyebrow.

“Alright, fine, Blondie, but get ready because here I come.” I pinched his side jokingly. Before clearing my throat and sharing my latest and greatest with him.

“ ‘In social life, they have trouble pleasing every one’s needs which makes them only focus on one individual at a time leaving others feeling neglected’ “ (@auroavirgo on tumblr)

“I don’t do that!” he protests.

“Um, where did you go the night I met you – thirty minutes after you talked to me?”

Realizing I’m right, which he even pointed out that as a Taurus I ‘always think I am right’ as his dis towards me, he mumbles in disapproval.

“God damnit,” He sighs. Harry laughs for the first time in my presence all day today. I see the amusement in his eyes and hope he can see how happy I am that he’s finally at least made some kind of noise.

“What’s so funny, Harry?” I quirk a brow.

“You really do always think your right,” I gasp, mock-offendedly.

“Oh, and you’re perfect Mr. Aquarius?” I pull out my phone and type in a quick search request, “Ah, here we go,” I smirk up at him, “ ‘Literally too extreme. Too stubborn, and impatient, lives in their own made up reality and hates aggressively towards that which doesn’t fit their ideal, which is unproductive, Doesn’t compromise. Exteremely disconnected, pushing away others. Unloyal’ ” (@sublime_witch on tumblr). I cannot tell if he’s impressed, taken back, or even offended. He purses his lips and looks away. Offendedshit.

“ ‘ Original, independent, curious thinkers,’ ” I read the section titled “The best of the Aquarius,” “ ‘Intellegent and imaginative. They are the definition of a humanitarian. ‘ “ Ya, that was definitely Harry, “ ‘Straightforward,’ ” also Harry. He always made it very clear how he felt in situations, or at least he did most of the time, “ ‘ They talk less about people and more about ideas. Could actually improve the world.’ ”

He still doesn’t remake eye contact with me, but he smiles slightly, and his smile was all I needed. I am already in way too deep.

 Harry’s POV

I smiled just to get her to stop before I wanted to give in to her. It wasn’t her reading off negative qualities of my sign that had hurt, it was the fact that the ones she had described for Niall weren’t as harsh.

Seeing Niall’s hands on her sent ice crawling to my skin and a raging fire to throughout my blood. Yes, it was selfish, but I couldn’t help it. I just hated the fact that I couldn’t be the one to hold her. Couldn’t be the one she trusted with her life. I couldn’t do anything about it. All I could do was hope that she saw the effect it had on me, and pray that somehow she felt the same as I did. It was amazing how this one woman could have such a hold on me. I love her…I love Maddie Parker…but there’s a difference between loving someone and being in love with someone. But I was jealous. I was selfish and jealous because Niall got to feel what it was like to hold Maddie Parker.

“Harry?” her melodious voice called my name.

“Yes?” I couldn’t look up at her, not when it hurt this much. Not when I was raging on the inside from what she couldn’t see.

“You said the letter was for us?”

“Ya, I’s from the mayor’s office. Since you and Niall completed the crossing process this year we’ve all been invited to some annual dance that they throw for new pairs. Even the rest of us lads are invited, even though we didn’t get crossed.” I explain.

“The Adelton Ball?”

“Ya…that.” I still don’t look at her. I still can’t look at her. How is it not obvious enough that in the month we’ve spent together I’ve grown quite fond of her. How is it not obvious that in the month she’s lived here I’ve felt like I might be developing feelings for h- no. No, Harry. You can’t.

“When is it?” Niall looks up from his phone. His indifference to my jealous nature makes me grit my teeth together.

“Luckily, ‘s not for another month.” They both nod. I might as well keep reading the mail for them, right?

“There’s also a letter from your mum. It’s been addressed to all of us.” I finally look at her, and she shifts in her seat.

“What does it say?” She fidgets with her hands, and I feel bad for having made her nervous. I lean forward and hand her the letter.

“Don’t know, I didn’t read it yet.” With that, I push my bum out of my chair and leave the two of them in the screening room. My stomach twisted when I noticed her watching me exit. More specifically when I noticed the confused look on her face. Maddie Parker, what are you doing to me? Whatever it is, I have to at least try to stop myself from acting upon it. I have to do my best to push away anything that could mean something beyond friendship for the two of us. So that’s exactly what I was trying to do when I grabbed my journal and went into the studio.

A/n- THINGS ARE GOING TO GET GOOD IN THE NEXT TWO PARTS I SWEAR

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Star Crossed - Part 4 (H.S AU)

Somehow, some way, we both managed to get down from the roof without obtaining any injuries. I was nervous at first, but Harry just jumped down and stuck his landing flawlessly I might add, then helped me get down after I handed him the wine bottle. By now I have retrieved my boots, and we were walking back towards the house, and the alcohol was starting to affect him, to say the least. He started swaying from side to side when he was trying to walk straight. My biggest indicator, though was when we got back inside and after removing his jacket, he went to hang it up, and knocked over the coat rack completely, which then prompted this face-

“Alright, Styles,” I tried to catch my breath from laughing so hard, “I think it’s past your bedtime.” I helped him get up the stairs and into his room, before sitting him on the edge of his bed. His room was really…mature. The walls were a dark grayish brown and he had dark wooden furniture, which consisted of a bed, a wardrobe, a dresser, and a guitar in the corner of the room. His curtains and his bed spread were completely white. The room was simple but very elegant at the same time.

“Weeeell?” he drew out, swaying in place as he tried to sit up straight on the bed.

“What?”

“I can’t sleep in these clothes, love.” His smile was a combination of a dopey grin and a cheeky smirk. My eyes went wide…did he really want me to undress him?…I met him three hours ago…

“ ‘m just teasing, love,” he could tell I was uncomfortable, and immediately wiped the look off his face, “I do need help, b’cause I can’t stand up straight but ‘m not trying to make you uncomfortable.”

I just nodded shyly, walk up to where he sat on the bed. I helped him stand, and he leaned against me, almost knocking me over due to the way he towered over me in height, but I managed to stabilize him. I reached down and slid off his belt for him, and tossed it behind him onto the bed. My breath hitched and was caught in my throat when he rested his head in the crook of my neck, groaning. I could feel the heat of both his breath running towards my collarbone and his forehead pressed into the side of my neck. Every breath he took sent goosebumps onto my skin. He was clearly flushed from the alcohol in his bloodstream.

“You smell really nice,” he mumbled into my neck, causing me to try not to blush. Luckily he couldn’t see the red tint on my cheeks that he had caused with four simple words.

“Uh –“ I stuttered, “thank you..” I undid the button and slid down the zip on the top of his jeans, and pushed them down his thighs. I then backed him up, back onto the bed, where he flopped onto the white duvet once again, slowly releasing his arms from around my neck. I felt cold all of a sudden without his skin radiating onto my own. I pulled his boots off then leaned down and pulled his jeans all the way off of his long legs. I folded them up neatly and placed them next to his shoots at the foot of his bed.

“Anything else?” I smiled. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it onto the ground where I had placed his other clothes. I tried hard not to stare, but couldn’t resist letting my eyes wander to the ink sprawled across his chest, and abs. How many tattoos did he have…and why were they all so beautiful?

I admired the butterfly just above his stomach the most – every detail of it was perfect.

“ ‘s not polite to stare, love” he smirked, flopping onto his stomach and crawling towards the top of his bed. He struggled to pull the covers out from under him, and for some reason I found myself walking over to help him. I could feel his eyes burning two holes into my head when I slipped the duvet out from under him and pulled it up to his chest for him. I turn to make my way out the door, but he grabs my arm, something that causes my eyes to go wide.

“Wait,” he pulls me back around to face him, “thank you,” he smiles.

“Your welcome,” I give him a warm smile before his hand slips off my arm, and he rests his head against his pillow. I flick his bedroom lights off on my way out the door and close it quietly.

After trying to figure out how I was going to get home, and realizing I was the soberest, I gave in to Louis’ request that I just spend the night here. Everyone had already started to leave and though I was the soberest, I did still have a couple sips of wine. Yes, it wasn’t enough to get me drunk, but I didn’t want to take any chances in trying to drive home so I texted my mom and told her I was staying here tonight, and when she asked why I told her the complete truth. I have never been one to lie to my mom, quite frankly I find it unfair to her, after all, she’s done to keep our family on our feet.

So Louis let me borrow a T-shirt, and I slept in that, on the couch, with a blanket he got me from a hall closet. I wasn’t going to sleep in one of their beds, I found that to be unfair to them, because I’d be taking up space in their bed, and also kind of inappropriate. I didn’t know any of them well enough yet to even consider doing such a thing. Maybe one day I would, though.

Not to my surprise, I am the first one awake this morning. I throw my jeans back on and changed back into the rest of my own clothes. I made the boys coffee assuming they would all be at least slightly hangover – Niall and Harry probably the most – and left a note thanking them for inviting me. I left the coffee in the pot so it’d stay warm, and headed out on my way, but not before leaving the place I slept nice and neat – the way I found it. I always leave a place how I found it. Unless it’s my room, in which case I make a mess and leave the mess.

Harry’s POV

When I open my eyes, my head starts to throb. I quickly think back to last night – the party, the roof, and the disappointing discovery made on the roof. It was disappointing that the one person that was never all over me was someone out of reach. I hope she couldn’t tell I felt let down when I found out what she was. If she did, I hope it didn’t hurt her feelings or something.

When I walk into the kitchen Niall is sat on the couch drinking coffee from his golf mug. He mutters a quick ‘good morning’ to me, and I nod to him in response, yawning. I can see the hangover on his face, by the way, his eyes are droopy, and his forehead is wrinkled as if he’s in pain. I toss him the aspirin bottle from the medicine cabinet.

“Ah, cheers mate. Maddie made coffee before she left, it’s in the pot,” he goes back to watching the golf channel on the TV. Shit, she went so far as to tuck me into my freaking bed, and she wasn’t even here for me to properly thank her. Last night when she squatted down to pull off my pants I did just about everything I could to maintain my cool. Thinking back to last night, I am hopeful that she didn’t notice a lot of things. Like how I stared at her, and how I smiled every time she laughed. What the bloody hell is happening to me?

“When’s she moving in?” I think out loud.

“Tomorrow. I texted ‘er this morning, and she said she should be able to have everything here in only a few trips.”

“Did you offer to help her?”

“Shit didn’t ask her, but I’ve got a golf tourney tomorrow.” I rolled my eyes. Of course, he forgets he wouldn’t be here.

“If you want, I can ask her” I take a sip from my coffee, staring at him intently while he’s trying to work out if he wants me to or not.

“If yer not doin’ anything tomorrow, it’d be a big help, thanks, lad.”

“ ‘f course, no worries Nialler.” I shrug. I have been hoping a lot this morning. But the biggest of my hopes is that Niall doesn’t notice my fascination with this girl, especially because I should not even be so intrigued by her in the first place, but it was probably obvious by the way her number ended up in my phone. It’s illegal for me too, which makes it wrong, but also makes it so much more appealing. I want to get to know her. I want to get to know Maddie Parker. And just like that, I pressed the call button on my phone. 


A/n - sorry this part was kinda short I am working super hard on the next part. Tysm for reading! Xx