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- Where Harry doesn’t talk and falls in love with Y/n.

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It’s Monday, which means that Harry has to start his week with Physics class.

Harry doesn’t mind the subject itself, he actually has come to the conclusion that it’s the class he’s most interested in—it’s more so the three-hour lab that couldn’t seem to end soon enough. Physics lab means three hours of group research, which requires an abundance of group participation and discussion—all of which makes Harry want to crawl out of his own skin.

And despite Physics holding Harry’s highest grade in university, everyone in that class only hopes to not be paired with him.

Not one student has heard him utter a single word, which ultimately led them to believe that his lack of participation will jeopardize their already mediocre grades. But Harry always finds himself writing all the data information to make up for his lack of discussion, even if he hated it.

So inevitably, Harry lets out an inaudible sigh when he settles into his chair, hair a bit disheveled and eyes still watering from the early hour. And he mentally curses himself for sleeping in a couple extra minutes because now he hasn’t gotten a single ounce of caffeine to help him feel more prepared for the next three hours.

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The Preschool Teacher - Chapter 12

Harry yawned and stretched, laying his arm out wide to rest on your hip, only to feel the wrinkled sheet next to him. Squinting his eyes and glancing to your side of the bed, then looking around the room, he spoke out into the quiet.


Not hearing a reply, he quickly stood, looking in the washroom then walking through the house.

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“You’ve been acting very strange as of late.” You broke the comfortable silence between you and Harry as you plopped yourself down on the couch, facing him as you sat down. 

“I don’ know what you’re talkin’ about, love.” Harry hummed, tucking his phone away and giving you his full attention. You couldn’t help but be suspicious of that answer - Harry was definitely up to no good. 

“What are you hiding from me? Got someone on the side?” You half-joked, your brows knitting together in curiosity when Harry suddenly looked away from you, the smile disappearing from his face. “…Harry… is there something you need to-” 

No! God, no!” Harry cut you off, bursting into giggles at your gullibility. You were very easy to trick and that was probably one of the things Harry liked most about being with you. Like that time he told you that if you said ‘gullible’ really, really slowly, it’d sound like you were saying ‘orange’. You spent half the afternoon sounding out ‘gullible’, only to find out that it in fact did not sound like orange. (“I just don’t hear ‘orange’.” “Keep tryin’, love. You’ll get it eventually.”) “Don’t be ridiculous, I would never. Cross m’heart ‘n hope to die ‘n all tha’ crap.”  

“Seriously, though. What’s up?” You had noticed Harry’s odd behaviour that began around about a month ago. He seemed a bit more nervous around you, acting as if it was just the beginning of your relationship when in reality, you had been dating for nearly two years, coming up this December. It was just… there was a different kind of buzz in the air, and you couldn’t exactly pinpoint what was going on. It wasn’t like he was acting distant- the endless amount of cuddles and kisses he had given you proved that. (The sex was still as hot as ever, so you knew that sex wasn’t an issue.)  

“Nothin’s up but the ceiling.” Harry looked up as he spoke, making you roll your eyes at his pathetic attempt at a joke. “I’m jus’… well, I’m really happy with how life is going for me right now.” He shrugged, looking back over at you to see that you’d occupied yourself with spamming his phone with nothing but beautiful selfies. 

“I’m also very happy with how life is going for you right now.” You grinned, turning to glance at him before bringing your attention back to pulling the most hideous looking face you could possibly make. 

“I mean, really! Dunkirk was a huge success, my album is doing pretty well, my solo tour is coming up really soon- and you’re coming with me on my tour, which makes it ten times better!” Harry paused to check if you were at least half paying attention to his words. You were, kind of. “Not to mention, I’m in a wonderful relationship with a wonderful girl who I love with all my heart, and who I bought an engagement ring for because I’d like for her to become my wife.” 

“Uh-huh. By the way, your phone has, like, a thousand photos of me and my double-chin now-” And that’s when his words finally registered in your head. You looked up slowly from Harry’s phone with wide eyes, your heart dropping right down to the pit of your stomach. “I- I’m sorry, could you just… could you repeat that last part?” 

“The part where I said you’re joining the tour?” Harry asked cluelessly, trying his best to fight a smile at seeing you in this state of pure and utter shock. 

“Mm-mm. The, uh, the part after that.” You shook your head, finding it hard to form a proper sentence at the moment. By the time you finally got your body to turn towards Harry, you felt like passing out. The sight of a small velvet box cradled in his hand didn’t exactly help. 

“Oh! Tha’ part. Um…” Harry trailed off, opening the box slowly once he noticed your eyes seemingly glued to it. Your heart practically stopped beating when you saw the shimmering diamond ring that seemed to be staring right back at you. “I’m guessing you mean the part where I said I’d like for you to become my wife?” 

“I’m supposed to say yes now, right?” You managed to squeak out, feeling your eyes beginning to water. Not just because of all the overwhelming emotions you were feeling, but also because that diamond was just about as blinding as the sun. 

“That’s how it works.”

“You promise it’s not a trick?”

“Y/N, you jus’ have to say yes.” 

“Because I know I’m gullible but I swear to god if this is a prank-”

Y/N. Will you bloody marry me or not?” Spoiler alert: You ended up saying yes.


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“Ever Since New York”

A/N: Used a few lyrics from Harry Styles’s Ever Since New York for inspiration! 

Summary: Unspoken feelings between you and Tom leads to a fateful night.

Starring in a movie with Tom was all you expected and more. Your two characters were main characters and love interests, leading to most of your waking hours together. This had led to unspoken tension; when rehearsing scenes, Tom would always come a little too close or kiss you with more force than the script called for. There had been times when you two would come close to admitting something, but nothing ever materialized. 

After wrapping the movie, you and Tom talked frequently. Even if a romantic relationship wasn’t in the future, your platonic relationship was very strong. But, the amount you thought about him was alarming. His warm hugs, his cologne, his laugh, his warm brown eyes… 

A couple months later… 

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Friends (Part 2)

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I was listening to Scared To Be Lonely (x) by Martin Garrix & Dua Lipa while writing this. So many feels. Oh and I chose a random name for the VS’s model mentioned in the first part because I didn’t want to include a specific girl.

~Harry and you are friends with benefits and then you start to feel more than you should~

Pair: Harry Styles and reader.

Warning: sex mentioned and language.

This part is from Harry’s point of view.

Part 1

Harry wasn’t used to being with women like you. He had been with many before, but not a single one of them made him feel like you did. He wasn’t expecting a relationship, that was true. But it would be lying if he said he didn’t care about you. 

You and him met at a friend’s birthday party. You caught his eyes from across the room. You weren’t dressing up to stand out in the crowd but there was something about you that drew him in. He wasn’t sure if it was the confidence you showed when you talked to other people, or the way you threw your head back and laughed at a joke. He just knew that the moment your eyes caught his curious gaze from across the room and you smiled, he wanted nothing more than you naked in his bed when the sun went up. 

He found you very attractive. That was why he kept coming back for more after what supposed to be a one night stand. It wasn’t because you were the sexiest woman he’d ever laid eyes on, because most of his exes were those who appeared regularly on magazines’ front covers. But you were always more special. You were beautiful inside out and you were so smart. The way you saw things differently, how you would always argue with him, how you’d prefer to stay in and read a good book, how you always challenged his temper and drove him insane, all those things turned him on. Most of the women Harry’d been with were the opposite of him. You were more like his female version. He felt like he could tell you anything without being judged because you understood him. But from Harry’s own experience, he wasn’t good at handling a romantic relationship. He had thought “it would be different this time" so many times in the past but never once it turned out to be true. So he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be more with you or he just enjoyed having you as a part of his life with no strings attached.

Harry agreed to go out with that model, Emily, just to prove to himself that he didn’t have “more than friends” feelings for you. She was blonde, skinny, tall and beautiful, like all the girls before. He thought Emily was sweet. She loved to laugh and she was very kind as she talked about her family most of the time. He enjoyed his dinner date with her. He didn’t tell you about Emily because he thought he didn’t need to, but he felt like he should have.

“I’m sorry…but I cannot tell yeh what yeh want to hear,” Harry had said to you. And those were honest words. He couldn’t have said no and he couldn’t have said yes either. Harry saw it coming when he said that. You kicked him out and told him not to come back. The one thing that he regretted most after was to do exactly what he was told. 

He left.

It had been almost a month of no phone calls or text messages from you. Harry was struggling. He never went on a second date with that girl Emily. He had ended things with her before they could even begin. The first week without you wasn’t that hard for Harry. He would just keep himself busy during the day though when came the night, the thought of you would come haunting him. And the time after that first week was just torture. Whatever happened to him during the day he would think about telling you first but then he remembered you two had stopped talking. He would spend his nights at the bar and often ended up going home with a girl who almost looked like you. But he could never find one who could make him feel the same. Harry didn’t want to be lonely but it seemed like he would always feel lonely unless it was you who were kissing him and touching him and calling out his name. He missed you he finally admitted to himself, not just the sex, all of you.

Harry had to stop himself from calling you every night, until one night when he was alone in his room and he was so drunk that he could not fight it anymore.


His heart stopped when he heard your soft voice on the phone. He missed hearing the sound of his name on your lips. 

“Pet…yeh still up?”

“Why are you calling me at this hour? Are you drunk?”

“I miss yeh.”

“We’re not doing this anymore.”

“No…You get it wrong. I’m not missing yeh because I’m horny…ugh…I’m kind of horny…but…” he said and laughed drunkenly. He heard you sigh and he could imagine your face with your eyebrows furrowed and your pink lips pressed together.

“You cannot call me when you’re drunk and bored again. We’re over, Harry. Go to sleep.”

We can never be over. You know that,” he said almost out of breath.

“What do you want?”

“Can we please just…go back to normal?”

“What is normal, H? Tell me. Because i’m sure two friends fucking each other clearly isn’t.”

“We won’t have to fuck. Let’s just be friends…”

“No H. I’m sorry.”

Harry didn’t understand why you were apologizing when it was his fault from the beginning. Maybe you were apologizing for having feelings for him when you both had made an agreement not to fall for each other. For the first time since he met you, Harry felt confused and desperate. He needed you. He finally knew he did.

“Love-” Harry started but you ended the call. He didn’t get a chance to tell you what he was thinking. And maybe what he was thinking wasn’t your concern anymore.

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“Happy birthday.”

Harry immediately clinged onto you once your eyes opened half-sleepily, smothering you with kisses with a smile on his face.

“Isn’t it like 6 A.M.-…”

“Happy birthday,” he interrupted you, humming as he didn’t bother to loosen his grip on you nor move the leg that’s on top of yours, inhaling you deeply before resuming what he was doing a few seconds ago.

“Thank you, love.”

You finally answered decently after him granting you a few seconds to be free from his touch, smiling as you laughed when the bits of his stubble tickled you.

“Don’t you want to-…”

“I already cooked breakfast, don’t worry. There’s a surprise once you go down.”

You looked at hin seriously, lips set in a straight line that made Harry immediately frown and pout.

“I told you — I don’t want gifts. They’re all-…”

“Oh hush. There aren’t presents downstairs.”

He rolled his eyes, slightly waving you off as he huffed, burying his head onto the crook of your neck with a little smirk that’s unknown to you at the moment, better to hide and peek at your reaction than to say it straightly.

“Just some gifts.”

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“I feel like I can’t breathe.” Pleaseee?

Anonymous: Oooo 48 please?

I combined these two: “I feel like I can’t breathe” and “I didn’t think you could get any less romantic”

“Can I ask you a question?” (y/n) had her attention focused on slurping the noodle from her fork but directed the question at Harry, who was sitting cross legged at the other end of the couch, both slurping noodles and watching the evening news.

“Sure.” He answered, glancing over at her but quickly returning his gaze back to his forkful of noodles when his mouth couldn’t quite find it.

“Be honest and give me the first answer that comes into your head, no hesitation.”

“When would I ever lie to you my love?” He smirked, snorting when she made a face as if to tell him that he has absolutely told a few white lies in his time.

“You lied earlier when you said you had a surprise for me.” She pointed out. “Whilst Laura’s boyfriend surprised her with reservations at London’s finest restaurant tonight, I got a Pot Noodle.”

“First of all,” He held up his fork as he spoke. “’Laura’s boyfriend’ clearly feels the need to show off just to get laid on valentines day.” He shrugged when she rolled her eyes. “And second,” He tapped his fork off the Pot Noodle. “This isn’t just any Pot Noodle- it’s a limited edition sweet and sour flavour.”

She deadpanned him for a few seconds, in disbelief of how he was able to justify a 99p tub of processed noodles as a valentine’s surprise.

“I didn’t think you could get any less romantic.” She shook her head, but continued back to what was, admittedly, a very good Pot Noodle.

“Oh I hate being spoiled. Valentine’s day is stupid and over rated. Please don’t buy me anything.” He mimicked an extremely high pitched, not at all (y/n)-like, voice.

“That is not how I talk.” She scoffed but he only laughed in return. “And you still haven’t let me ask my question.”

“Well stop complaining about my lack of romance and spit it out then.”

“Describe our sex life in one word.” She didn’t look up from where she was twirling noodles around her fork as she asked it, only peeking up when he still hadn’t answered after a few seconds and only stared at her with a confused look on his face. “Well?”

“Is this some sort of valentine’s trivia?”

“No hesitation.” She reminded him.

“I don’t know,” He shrugged, “Great?”

“Great?” She asked and he nodded in confirmation. “Don’t you think it’s a little…vanilla?”

“Oi!” His head snapped round so quick, she was sure he was bound to have whiplash. “Might not be the most romantic man in the country but there’s no need to insult my little Harry.”

“Please don’t call your dick ‘little Harry’ ever again.” She grimaced. “And I wasn’t insulting him. More so us, actually.”

“What’s wrong our sex life?” He still had a look of genuine offence on his face and it made her laugh how worked up he was getting over it.

“There’s nothing wrong with it.” She settled. “But Laura said her and her boyfriend have tried-“

“Oh for fuck sake, how many times are you gonna compare me to this bloke?” He tried to look angry but, to her, he just looked pouty and adorable. “Should just go and be with him if he’s so great.” He grumbled, angrily shoving the last of his noodles in his mouth and chewing with a deep furrow between his brows.

After giggling at how ridiculous he was being, she reached over to set her finished noodles on the coffee table before crawling over the sofa to take his finished pot from him and straddling his thighs.

“Why would I want anyone else when I’ve got a big strong,” She squeezed his bicep as she placed a kiss on the edge of his jaw. “Sexy.” Her lips moved further down his jawline, whilst her hands travelled down to his toned abs. “Slightly adorable.” She smiled against his jaw when she felt a smile tug at his own lips after she squeezed his love handles. “Amazing boyfriend?” She finished, lips finally finding their place on his.

“What about little Harry?” He smirked against her lips.

“Little Harry.” She began, maintain eye contact with him as she slid onto her knees and squeezed ‘Little Harry’ through his loose joggers. “Still hasn’t got his valentines kiss.”

The cocky smirk on his face was soon wiped away when she pulled his joggers down a little to grasp him and he sighed in delight at the feeling of her soft hands working up and down his growing length. His delightful little sighs turned into a loud moan when she suddenly took the entirety of him into her mouth until he was hitting the back of her throat.

Within a matter of minutes, he was bucking his hips and shouting her name as he came undone.

“I-“ He was cut off by a sharp intake of breath.

“I know.” She smiled, kissing the sensitive tip and apologising when he instinctively pulled away from her, before tucking him back into his joggers and resting her head on his thigh.

“No I-“ He could feel himself start to panic when he couldn’t get any words out, his heavy breathing cutting him off. “I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“Fuck.” Her head snapped up when she heard the panic in his voice and quickly jumped up to grab his inhaler from the kitchen cupboard when he started to heave over. “Here,” She almost stumbled over her own two feet in her rush to get back to him, pulling the lid off and handing the blue inhaler to him. “It’s ok, you’re ok. Just breathe.” She soothed, rubbing lightly on his back. She sighed in relief when his breathing started to return to normal.

“I’m-“ His voice cracked and he was cut off by a fit of coughing but quickly shook his head when she asked if he wanted a drink of water. Moving back onto the couch, he tugged her so she slid off the arm of the chair and onto his lap, nuzzling his face into her neck. “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” She chuckled quietly, playing with the few curls at the back of his neck.

“’s hardly the most romantic thing in the world.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

#37 He Scares You During a Fight (Harry)

Warning: angry Harry, rudeness, Niall telling him to sod off, a little bit of physical violence. 

A/N: I do not think that Harry would ever, ever act like this. This is a work of fiction. That being said, if you are in a situation where you are being treated badly, or you have been in a situation like that, it is not your fault. It was never your fault, and it never will be. If you need help, there’s no shame in getting it or asking for it. If you ever need to talk, you can always message or send me an ask, here or at my main blog.  (poemwriter98) Take care of yourselves. 

Harry pushed open the door to your room, and stepped inside.

“Are you ready?” Harry inquired, shoving his hands into his suit pockets.

“Almost,” You replied. “I just need to finish my hair, and find my shoes.”

“Why do you always take so damn long? Better yet, why the hell can’t you start getting ready earlier?” Harry snapped.

“Excuse me?” You said, putting your hairbrush down.

“You heard me. You’re too slow. You don’t get ready early enough, and then we’re always late to where we have to go,” Harry snapped.

“Well, why don’t you just go without me? Then you can go and not worry about being late,” You angrily said, slamming your brush down on the dresser.

“Just hurry up!” Harry shouted.

“No! I’m not going. I don’t want to go anywhere with someone who treats me like you are,” You snapped, standing. You started to walk over to the closet, when you felt Harry’s hand wrap around your wrist, holding it tightly. “Let me go.”

“Are you going to get your shoes on if I do?” Harry angrily asked.

“No. I’m not going, Harry,” You fumed.

“You are going. I have been waiting forever for this event, and they’re expecting me to come with you,” Harry snapped, enraged.

“I’m not going! I don’t care if they’re expecting me,” You cried, trying to pry his fingers off your wrist. “Let me go. You’re hurting me.”

Harry stepped back, his hand falling from your wrist. You wrapped your fingers around it, holding your wrist to your chest.

“Love-” Harry stammered.

“Just go,” You whispered, your eyes bright. “Please, just leave.”

Harry walked out of the room, glancing behind him one last time. After Harry left, you quickly changed out of your clothes, and got into bed. You held tightly to one of your pillows, burying your face in it. You couldn’t believe what Harry had done; he had hurt you, and frightened you. You sobbed until your eyes were dry, and you fell into a restless sleep.


“Harry, I think you should stop,” Niall said, placing a hand on Harry’s shoulder.

“I fucked up, Niall,” Harry slurred. “I scared (Y/N). I got angry at her, when she didn’t deserve it. I don’t think she wants to see me ever again.”

“I’m sure that’s not true, Harry,” Niall quietly said.

“You didn’t see the look on her face,” Harry said, his voice hollow.

“Listen, mate, how about we get you home? You can tell me about it on the way,” Niall said.

Niall helped Harry into the passenger’s seat of the car, and he began the drive home.

“I was upset that she wasn’t finished getting ready,” Harry murmured, staring at his lap. “I told her that she was always slow to get ready, and that we were always late because of it. She got mad at me, and said she wasn’t coming. When she went to walk away, I grabbed her wrist. She said I was hurting her. God, Niall, I hurt her.”

“Did you let go?” Niall inquired, his hands clenched on the steering wheel.

“I did. I wanted to stay, to apologize, but she told me to leave. I thought….I thought listening to her and leaving might be best,” Harry whispered.

“It probably was. A bit of space, for both of you,” Niall replied, pulling into Harry’s driveway. “Harry, I know you didn’t mean to hurt her. You were angry, and you reacted badly. I know that you know that what you did isn’t acceptable. You know I love (Y/N) like a sister. If I find out that you’ve done something like this again, you’re going to have me to answer to. Okay?”

“Okay, Niall,” Harry quietly said, opening the door of the car. He stepped out, slowly walking towards the front door, his shoulders bowed. When he got inside, he collapsed on the couch and lay there, staring up at the ceiling. He had no idea how to fix what he had done, no idea if you would even forgive him.


“Harry, wake up,” You said, your hand on his shoulder.

“(Y/N)?” Harry tiredly said, his eyes slowly opening.

“Morning, Harry,” You said, before walking away from him and into the kitchen.

“Wait, love,” Harry said, standing and following you.

“What is it?” You muttered, plugging in the coffee machine.

“Will you please look at me?” Harry quietly said. You turned, leaning back against the counter.

“What do you want?” You inquired.

“I’m so, so sorry about last night, (Y/N). The way I behaved was absolutely inexcusable.” Harry

whispered, sounding drained.

“It was,” You replied. “Do you think that will ever happen again?”

“No. No, it will never happen again,” Harry quietly said.

“Good,” You replied.

“So….You’re not leaving me?” Harry murmured.

“No, I’m not,” You said, smiling at him. “But I will, if you ever pull something like that again. And Niall said to remind you that he will kick your arse if he hears about anything like this happening again.”

“I vaguely remember him saying that,” Harry muttered.

“He just wanted to make sure,” You said.

“I love you, (Y/N),” Harry said, holding his arms out. You stepped closer to him, leaning your head against his chest. Harry held you close, pressing his lips to the top of your head.

-Written by Angel xx