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I HIGH KEY WANNA FUCK THE SHIT OUTTA HARRY STYLES

Jealous Much? Pt 5 (Harry)

a/n: Shubh Divali to all who celebrate! Sorry for the wait babes. This one is the last and the longest, hope you enjoy :)

“What are you doing here?”

“Same thing you’re doing, I guess,” he shrugged, lifting the shopping bags he held in one hand.

“Of course! Right, I’m sorry,” mentally face palmed, “I didn’t know you were in LA.”

“Been here a couple of days now,” he nodded, smile still present almost as if he’d heard a joke you weren’t privy to.

Before either of you could say anything else screams erupted from outside and you watched as a hoard of people tried to cross the busy street to get to the store. Thankfully, an employee quickly closed and locked the doors before anyone could make it in.

“Wow,” you mumbled under your breath.

Although you were by no means a celebrity you had associated with Harry and the boys long enough to experience all the perks and setbacks. Paps and crazed mobs fell into the latter category for you.

“Shit, sorry about that,” he awkwardly scratched the back of his head as he acknowledged the screams outside.

Suddenly you were reminded of the last time you’d had an encounter with him and felt heat inch its way up your neck and across your face.

“It’s okay. I’m used to it, I guess,” you reassured him.

“We can leave through the back unseen. I can get someone to pick us up,” he offered.

“Uh, sure,” you accepted, like you had a choice.

There was no way you would be even able to make it through the crowd that had gathered outside.

You both followed an employee through the store, into the stock room and out the back exit. The grimy alleyway was a stark contrast to the posh interior of the store, but you’d rather the peace and quiet of out here than the pandemonium that awaited you back there.

Without asking he relieved you of your many bags, adding to his own load as he gestured down the alley to an opening.

“C’mon.”

You followed, not at all surprised when a black SUV pulled to a stop a few feet in front of you. Justin opened the door, allowing you to enter first before he climbed in behind you.

“Where are you staying? I’ll take you there if you want.”

You rolled your lips as you fumbled to think of a reason you didn’t want to head back to your hotel straight away.

“Or we can hang out for a little bit,” he offered when he noticed your hesitation.

“Yeah, let’s do that,” you quickly agreed.

-

You ended up at his hotel which, turns out, wasn’t that far from yours.

Conversation was light on the ride up to his floor. In all honesty you didn’t know what to talk about. As you followed him to his room you wracked your mind for safe conversational topics, coming up short. He unlocked the door and gestured for you to enter first. You did and nearly died. You were barely two steps in before you were flying backwards, arms flailing, trying to reach for anything to keep you upright. Justin ended up cushioning your fall.

You both lay sprawled on the floor half in the hallway, half in the suite. A groan from beneath you caused you to sit up and roll off of a wincing Justin.

“Shit, are you okay?” you asked, getting up and helping him to his feet.

“Yeah, I’m good. You alright?” he asked as he gathered the bags and ushered you in.

“I’m fine. You pretty much broke my fall,” you tried your best to stifle your laughter.

His eyes landed on something behind you. You turned and saw a red IO Hawk as it rolled to a stop some feet away.

“Scooter keeps warning me about leaving these things all over the place,” he sheepishly admitted.

Try as you might you couldn’t hide your amusement any more. You weren’t sure why you found the situation so funny, but you started laughing you couldn’t stop and soon after he joined in.

And just like that the awkward tension between you two was no more.

-

Much like the last instance, time escaped you when you were in his presence.  Conversation flowed like you’d been friends for years.

“How long are you in Los Angeles?” you asked around a mouthful of popcorn.

You both focused on the large flat screen as you completely dominated him in a car racing game.

“Couple more da- what was that!? You’re cheating!” he nudged your shoulder as your car skid around a corner, overtaking his and six others, leaving them all in a cloud of dust.

You nearly choked on your laughter, “No, I’m not. You just suck!”

A greasy, empty box of pizza lay open on the coffee table next to candy wrappers and crumpled cans of Coke. Somewhere among all the mess your phone buzzed silently with an incoming call. It would have been a miracle if you’d heard it over the noise of Justin being a sore loser, the game’s sound effects or the music playing from his laptop on the couch.

“What about you?”

“Uh, same. Vancouver on Saturday…I think,” you trailed off, setting the controller down as you completed the last lap victorious.

“We’re having a rematch,” he left his controller next to yours, got up and headed to the fridge.

You selected another route as he busied himself with getting bottles of water.

“And what do you mean ‘you think’? All the cities starting to blur together, huh?” he set an unopened bottle on the table for you before taking a swig from his.

“Uh, no. It’s Vancouver for sure. I just don’t know if I’ll be going…”

He crossed to his laptop and promptly shut the music off, turning his full attention towards you.

“Why not?”

“I’ve been thinking it might be best if I just head home for a while,” you nodded slowly.

Though you had given the idea a lot of thought this was the first time voicing it. When you’d first signed up to join the band on tour as the tour coordinator’s assistant, you’d never thought you’d be thinking of leaving prematurely. You definitely never thought your departure would have been because of Harry. He was the reason you’d begun in the first place. He’d managed to convince you that working on tour between semesters would be a grand idea and you agreed. The job description had tied in flawlessly with your major so really it was the perfect opportunity.

And now?

Now things had gotten a little more than complicated. You’d never envisioned anything like this compromising your job, but whatever this was with you and Harry wasn’t going to work. Agreeing to an NSA arrangement with him was a mistake.

“You really think leaving is the answer?” Justin asked after he’d listened to you recap the last few weeks.

“What do you think I should do?” you implored.

He shrugged, “I couldn’t tell you. It’s your decision. You just have to do what you think is best for you.”

You nibbled the inside of your lip, contemplating what was ‘best’.  If you were being honest with yourself you had already made up your mind for the most part. The chances of you choosing to stay got smaller the more you pondered. The biggest worry really was telling Harry.

When you glanced over at Justin, about to convey your decision you were taken aback at the way he was already staring at you.

“What?”

“I never stood a chance, did I?” his lips lifted in a bittersweet smirk as he regarded you.

You opened your mouth to respond, but found you didn’t know what to say so you kept silent.  He was right. Harry had ruined you for anyone else. It had always been him.

“Hey, I’ll learn to cope,” he playfully nudged you, keeping the mood light.

“Besides, I love being your friend. You’re the only person so far who can beat me at this game so I’ve gotta keep you around to figure out how you cheated.”

You broke into laughter, lightly punching his shoulder.

-

“You should come to the after party,” Liam tried to convince you from his seat in front of Lou.

You only shrugged, “I’ll think about it.”

Your mind had already been made up. Your flight left after their show. The only person you’d told besides Justin was Paul and as reluctant as he was to see you go, he’d accepted your decision.

Keeping your departure a secret hadn’t been intentional, you just couldn’t bring yourself to tell the boys. At first wind of the news they would proceed to hound you with questions; none of which you were prepared to answer.

Not telling Harry was deliberate, however. You’d mapped out how that conversation would have gone between the two of you a few times and every version ended up messy. You did not want to go down that road. You knew your actions were every bit cowardly, but that knowledge did nothing to change your mind.

So tonight, while they were at the club you would be boarding a flight home.

“You alright, love?” Liam’s concerned voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m good,” you smiled in assurance.

He didn’t delve, but also didn’t appear satisfied with your answer either. Not wanting to leave room open for further discussion you bid him good luck and continued making your rounds.

“Aye, Y/N.  Have you seen Caroline, I think I broke the buckle on me belt,” Niall intercepted you in the hallway.

You didn’t bother to ask how he’d managed that, only pointed him in the right direction, “Third door to your left in the second hallway on your right.”

“Thanks,” and he was gone.

You meandered along the halls, going through the pre-show motions but your mind was in a different place entirely. You were so far off in your own thoughts that you didn’t notice Harry heading your way. It was only when he placed his hands on your shoulders to stop you from colliding into him that you came to your senses.

You glanced up into concerned green eyes.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded, smiling for effect. His eyes searched yours a moment longer and you felt like your skin was burning under his touch. Every second that he held you captive felt like hours. You mentally berated yourself for allowing the situation to occur.

You’d been mostly successful in avoiding him these past few days. You knew he had noticed and wanted answers, but you weren’t sure you were ready for any kind of encounters just yet. It seemed like every time you saw him you remembered that night and it hurt just as much every time.

“I don’t believe you. Tell me what’s wrong.”

He left no room for excuses. But luckily for you, a production assistant interrupted before you could fumble for a response.

“Harry, you’re needed backstage now.”

Harry looked like he was about to oppose the request, but then thought better of it.  Instead he leant over, placed a kiss to your temple and gestured for the assistant to lead the way.

“We’ll talk after the show,” his eyes bore into yours before he turned and followed the man down the hallway.

Your shoulders still tingled from where his hands had lingered.

-

Things were noticeably quiet, but considering none of the boys were here to cause commotion it was to be expected. You ended up leaving the arena earlier than planned. You wanted to stay and watch their final set, but found you couldn’t think straight and the longer you remained the more you began second guessing your decision to leave.

So you came back to the hotel and began packing. In the stillness of the suite your thoughts were clear. Any doubts about your choice to leave had disappeared and you were convinced that taking a break from it all was your best bet. You would explain it to Harry later.

“What are you doing?”

You weren’t one for dramatics, but in that moment you swear your heart stopped. You pivoted at the voice, heart now racing, to face the last person you expected or wanted to see.

Harry’s forehead wrinkled in either confusion or anger. You weren’t sure which.

“What are you doing here?” you demanded, stealing a glance at the time.

The show couldn’t have been over more than fifteen minutes. He was supposed to be en-route to the after party or maybe even still at the arena, but definitely not here, standing in your room pinning you with that steely look.

“You’re leaving?” he asked, eyes focused on the open suitcase on the bed behind you.

You didn’t respond. The answer was clear as day. Moments passed as he regarded you, eyes dark with emotions you couldn’t place. More than anything you wished you could disappear.

“Why?”

This was the exact moment you had been trying your best to avoid.

“I uh, I’ve just been stressed so I’m going home for a bit to re-”

“Bullshit,” his stony glare and hard tone left you speechless.

Another short silence ensued. You didn’t know what to say and Harry ran his hand through his hair as he searched for his next words. It didn’t take him long.

“I’ve barely seen you this past week. Every time I try to talk to you you’re suddenly busy or just never here. I know you’re avoiding me, Y/N. I want to know why.”

“I thought I could do it, the whole ‘seeing where it goes’ thing, but I was wrong,” your shoulders slumped at your confession.

“What? So you decide leaving is the best answer?” his eyes widened then narrowed into slits.

“Staying isn’t,” you countered, “Look, it’s best for the both of us if I just leave, Harry.”

You turned back to your suitcase, preferring to busy yourself with something rather than face him.

“You’ve decided what’s best for us without even discussing it with me?” his voice sounded much nearer.

You refused to turn and acknowledge him, focusing instead on folding the same piece of clothing for the third time. You told yourself it was easier to have this conversation if you weren’t facing him.

“Why’ve you been avoiding me?” he asked again, unsatisfied with your first answer.

More than anything you wished he’d just leave it alone, but that would be a wish wasted since you knew Harry was not the type to back down.

“I thought I could handle it. I thought our agreement was a good idea and I-”

“Wasn’t it? I thought it was. One moment we’re good, things are fine, and then the next you’re doing your best to avoid me. What happened?”

You didn’t answer at first. For some reason the thought of telling him what you’d seen that night caused a lump to form in your throat.

“Y/N.”

His breath fanned the back of your neck and an instant spread of goose bumps covered your skin.

“What did I do?” he whispered, his sudden closeness caused your hairs to stand on end.

The desperation in his voice was palpable and made you regret your evasive actions this past week.  Your intent was never to hurt him, only to protect yourself. You knew there was a serious lack of communication between the two of you, but even now as you opened your mouth the answer him you found the words stuck in your throat.

Finally fed up with your silence and lack of answers Harry exploded, spinning you to face him.

“For fuck’s sake Y/N, I’m not a mind reader! You have to tell me what’s wrong!”

“I saw you with her Harry!” you erupted, “I came down to your suite and I saw you going into your room with her. I know we said we’d keep it no strings attached, but I can’t do that! I thought I could, but I can’t, okay? Seeing you with her…the thought of you and her…”

You trailed off, taking a deep breath at the end of your outburst to settle yourself and then looked up at him. He observed you for a moment before his eyes closed, he bit his lip and sighed in what you believed to be frustration.

“So that’s why you’ve been acting weird all week? That’s why you decided to pick up and leave without telling me anything?” the clear accusation in his tone was not lost on you.

You instantly turned to defence mode.

“What else am I supposed to do? We clearly want different things. There’s no-”

“You’re supposed to talk to me! You’re supposed to let me in, not run away because of something you thought you saw a few nights ago.”

“I know what I saw,” you snapped, annoyed that he insinuated otherwise.

“What, me and Georgia going into my room after the show? That’s it?”

You were getting more and more vexed as the conversation continued. Feeling cornered by his proximity you firmly planted your hands against his chest and pushed him a few steps away from you.

“I didn’t need to be there to know what you both got up to that night!”

You expected him to match your tone, to yell back, but he didn’t. He stared at you with emotions contained before responding calmly.

“Nothing happened because she left five minutes after.”

Your scowl immediately softened, “Why?”

“She wasn’t you. I brought her back to the hotel with every intention of sleeping with her and I couldn’t because she wasn’t you and if it wasn’t you then I didn’t see the point. I asked her to leave and she did. Nothing happened.”

“I…” you fought to find a response.

“Why didn’t you say something, instead of avoiding me?”

“What was I supposed to say? That I was jealous?” you asked incredulously.

“Yes!”

“We never agreed to be exclusive, what right do I have to be jealous?”

“The same right I have when I know you’re out with Justin!” his fingers combed his hair, moving his tresses from his face.

You went to speak but he beat you to it.

“I hate the thought of you with him or with any other guy for that matter. I don’t know why I was so scared of a relationship before when now that’s all I want. And I only want it with you.”

You only stared at him, playing his words over in your mind. You weren’t sure what to feel. You’d been wanting to hear him say that for a while, and now that he finally had you weren’t sure you could trust it 100%, given the past.

“There’s no doubt in my mind about it, Y/N,” he stated, seeing the obvious distrust in your eyes.

You chewed on your lip as a million and two thoughts clouded you mind.

“Talk to me,” he whispered, voice pleading.

“I just wish we’d had this conversation before things got so messy,” you let out a humourless chuckle.

“It’s not too late…is it?” his forehead creased in worry.

“No,” you assured him with a smile.

“Good,” he matched yours, taking a tentative step towards you.

“So what now?” you met his gaze, realizing how much you’d missed him.

“Stay.”

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Listen to that fuck my love for Harry styles is getting more and more high key by the day this is scary

Preference 3: Things Get Heated

A/N: This was requested! Feedback is VERY appreciated. I’m also taking pref requests (no personals)

Niall:It was the weekly movie night that you had with the boys. You and Niall had been teasing each other all day. Both of you were on the couch but you were sitting on Niall’s lap, the others were scattered around the living room. Out of nowhere Niall started kissing your jawline until he met your lips. You forgot the boys were there as you started straddling Niall. You moaned into the kiss but you were quickly pulled out of you trance when you heard “Get a room” It was Louis. “Sorry guys, she’s a loud one.” Niall said as you hid you head in his neck full of embarrassment.

Zayn:You were currently waiting for your boyfriend Zayn and his band members to finishing rehearsing. You hadn’t seen Zayn in over a month, so you flew in this morning to visit for awhile. You both had needs that you wanted to tend to but he was busy so you had to wait until after the show tonight. When rehearsals were over Zayn had other ideas. He ran off stage, grabbed you, and took off to a dressing room. When outside a door he began kissing you and as the door closed he started taking off you shirt. Right when he was about to take off your shirt you heard an awkward cough. It was Niall sitting on the couch. You got embarrassed and walked out of the room as Zayn yelled at Niall “WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?” Zayn just has to wait until later because your mood was killed. Niall didn’t let either of you live it down until the next day.

Louis: Liam was throwing a pool party today, he had invited all the boys and their girlfriends over. You had just gotten changed into your suit and went downstairs and jumped into the pool. You were swimming around and playing games with everyone. After a while you felt a pair of arms wrap around you and turn you around. Now you were facing Louis “What are you doing?” you asked. “I want a kiss, babe.” You gave in pecked his lips but he deepened the kiss. His tongue swept across your lower lip asking for entrance, you obeyed, at the same time you wrapped your legs around his waist. You had forgot about everyone around you until you heard whistles and them yelling incoherent things. You let go of Louis and swam away, both of you were embarrassed

Harry: You had been on tour with the boys for about a week but you haven’t gotten alone time with Harry yet. Today, while the boys went out for lunch, you guys decided to stay behind. You guys were cuddling in his bunk, talking, and stealing kissed here and there. All of sudden Harry was on top of you kissing your face and your neck. You moaned loudly which made Harry moan as well. In the heat of the moment you didn’t hear the boys come back on to the bus. Right when you took off Harry’s shirt his bunk’s curtain was slid open revealing a shocked Zayn. He busted out laughing and walked away. Harry put his shirt on and kissed me on the lips. He grabbed my hand and we did the walk of shame. When we walked out into the front all the boys had smirks on their faces.

Liam:All day you had been craving for Liam’s touch, you had been sending him dirty texts all day. Louis had driven him to work this morning and was driving him back after. After patiently waiting for his arrival he walked in the door and you pounced on him. Most of your guys’ clothes were on the floor in the living room. Just as Liam’s was about to take off both of your underwear Louis walked in the house, “Liam you-” he stopped in shock. Liam grabbed the blanket off the couch to cover you. Louis turned around and put something on the side table “You left your phone in my care.. BYE, USE PROTECTION!” he yelled as he left. You listened to his advice, continuing what you started… after Liam locked the front door.

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