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Dating Harry Hook would include…

  • Salty kisses
  • Harry teaching you how to fight
  • Stealing his hook when the two of you get into arguments
    “Y/n, love, don’t do something you’ll regret. Give me the hook back and we can forget this whole thing ever happen.” 
  • Being close friends with his younger and older sister
  • Harry being possessive over you
  • When you first met Uma she would be highly skeptical over you 
  • But after seeing how happy Harry when around you, she started to take a liking towards you
  • Gil would become a sort of brother figure to you after some time 
  • An extremely airhead type of a brother but still a brother nonetheless
  • Flirtatious comments left and right which consist of,
  • “Hey darling, want to compare tan lines?”
    “I don’t know if you’ve ever been fishing, but I think we should hook up.”
  • Which would earn a slap
  • He would probably steal you gifts 
  • “Harry… where did you get this necklace? There’s blood all over the chain.”
    “Yeah about that-”
  • Getting a tad bit jealous when you see Harry flirting with other girls. You knew it was just his nature and he meant no harm but it still got under your skin.
    “Aw darling, is someone turning into a green monster? You know those girls don’t mean a thing to me. You’re the only one I care about.”
  • He would love interrupting you with kisses
  • A lot of teasing and playful banter
  • Harry becoming extremely jealous over you close friendship with Jay and Carlos
  • Just as you become a bit envious over his tight knit bond to Uma
  • Adventuring around the Isle together
  • Helping Harry do his eyeliner on mornings when he’s too tired and him doing yours
  • He’d be a touchy boyfriend and constantly have his arm around your shoulder
  • PDA all the time
  • He’s not a huge fan of saying ‘I love you’ and extremely mushy stuff but he shows his affection for you in other ways
  • Like holding your hand and helping you onto the ship
  • And defending your honor by punching out some bloke who made a rude comment about you 
  • Accidently scratching you with his hook which he spends weeks apologizing for, hardly daring to touch you in fear of it happening again
    “Harry, accidents happen! It’s okay, you can hardly even see the mark.”
    “I don’t care if you can’t see it, love. I hurt you and I promised to never do that.”
  • Finally getting him to cave in after putting on a show of fake tears which he catches onto moments after pulling you into his chest
    “You tricked me? I’m actually impressed, sweetheart.” 
  • You two would be a very fun loving and humorous couple that knows how to have a good time
  • Having to pull Harry back down when he gets a little out of hand
    “Harry chill, I think they get the message.” 
  • Harry begging you to let him try to braid your hair 
  • And he surprisingly does a nice job
  • “Yeah, my mom wasn’t around much so I had to learn myself. My sisters had the best hair stylist the Isle has ever seen!”
  • Stealing his hat on multiple occasions 
  • His large ego would be the root of most of your fights
  • But he would make it up to you by forcing you to cuddle with him at night as a form of apology 
  • Most of all, Harry putting your safety and security above everyone else’s including his own

- Daizy xx

Distraction | Harry Hook x Reader

Originally posted by heather-l-wood

Prompt: #1 “Oh fuck you.” “I know you would.“

Summary: You attempt to work on your Greek Fire recipe, much to Harry’s chagrin

Author’s Note: I just saw the movie and I need more Harry in my life! Also if ya’ll want full on smut, you need make that clear in your request.

Requested by: @sherlocksbaby2323

You carefully poured the rest of the bottle into the bubbling cauldron. You smirked as the liquid turned a sickly looking green color. Now all you needed to do was bottle it and-

A loud tapping at your window cut off your thoughts. You rolled your eyes with a slight smile and opened the window. “Hey. Watch the cauldron.” You warned as Harry climbed in through the window. “I know what to do.” He mumbled, leaning down. In return, you stood on your tiptoes, pecking him lightly on the lips.

“You know I have a front door, right?” You asked, a small smirk playing at your lips. “You know you have a scary dad who hates me, right?” Harry asked, mocking your tone. “Shut up and lay on the bed or something. I’ve got to bottle this shit.” You laughed, turning back to the cauldron.

You heard the springs in your mattress squeak as Harry laid down. Ok, time for the tricky part. You grabbed your obsidian ladle and a bottle, carefully pouring the molten liquid.

“You wanna do something more fun?” Harry asked. You could almost hear his mischievous smirk. “I need to finish bottling this.” You replied, setting the bottle on the shelf. “It can always wait.” You heard your bed squeaking again. 

“It really can’t. This stuff goes bad if it’s left in the cauldron.” You started getting annoyed. You just wanted to get this over with and then you and Harry could hang out. “You know I’m not a patient person.” Harry replied sassily. 

“I’m very aware, Harry! Just let me finish!” You gritted out, grabbing an empty bottle. “C’mon, darling.” Harry’s rough voice in your ear startled you and you dropped your bottle, making it shatter all over the floor.

You felt the tips of your hair catch fire. You were pissed. “Harry! I needed that! Do you even know how temperamental Greek Fire even is?! It could-” You were cut off by Harry spinning you around and pushing you up against the wall, his lips pressed firmly against yours.

You felt your flames die down slightly. Harry smelled just like the ocean, a smell you had come to love. You tingled as Harry ran his hook up and down the small of your back and you gripped at his muscled arms. “Shut up.” He growled before resuming the kiss. Oh that’s how he wants to play, huh?

You mustered up all of your strength and pushed Harry off of you. He landed on the bed on his back and while he was distracted, you quickly straddled him, grinning victoriously. “Fuck you.” You leaned in close to his face as Harry rested his hands on your hips. “I knew you would.” 

Your father would be proud of you.

When Lily Potter died to protect her son it cast a charm, an ancient type of magic, that would protect him. James Potter sacrificed himself for his wife and child, so why didn’t it work on them?

Just imagine though, Lily Potter hears a thud on the stairs and knows he’s gone. Tears begin to form in her eyes.

Voldemort intended to keep his promise to Snape, and as no major curses were doing damage, he simply immobilises her, forcing her to watch as he turns on Harry. The spell backfires, still giving Harry his infamous lightening scar.

Once the spell on her breaks, she rushed to Harry and takes him in her arms, rocking him to sleep. She whispers over and over again to him: “Your father would be so proud of you.”

She only turns away from him when Hagrid arrives, who then promises Dumbledore he’ll tell him how everything happened.

Sirius turns up merely moments later and he lets out a violent sob upon seeing his best friends body spread eagled on the stairs. He leans down and messes up his hair and straightens his skewed glasses. He then proceeds up the stairs and is suddenly staring into a pair of emerald eyes.

She places Harry down in the cot and then they collapsed in each other’s arms, both crying until the authorities turn up, removing James’ body and informing them on their capture of Pettigrew.

They walk slowly down the stairs, Lily almost collapsing under the weight of her every step. She almost loses it at the sight of the body bag containing her husband. Her young, brave, beautiful, handsome husband.

With Harry placed on her hip and Sirius at her side, she takes one last look at the house before grabbing the portkey and it disappears before her very eyes.

She cries some more and, despite telling herself she needs to be strong for her son, she just collapses into the wet gravel of the driveway of her new house: house for it is no home without her husband.

She feels something heavy slump around her shoulders and the strong potent smell of cigarettes climbs her nose. It’s not the vanilla and cinnamon she’d rather have, but it’s brotherly comfort and it’s safe.

She’s not quite sure how it’s happened but she’s inside with a mug of warm tea in her hand. It scolds as it runs down her throat but she doesn’t care, the momentary warmth subsides the pain.

Sirius also has a mug although she’s fairly certain he’s not drinking tea. The clear liquid stank of alcohol and she knew why he was drinking it- the burning sensation stays.

A knock on the door at around 7am awakens her from the trance she had entered, and the same looked like it could be said for Sirius.

He gruffly mumbles “I’ll get it.” before pulling out his wand and going to open the door. A look of shock passes his face as a tall figure steps inside.

“I’m sorry…” they both say at the same time before embracing each other. Sirius smells of cigarettes and lemon and it’s home. Remus smells of chocolate and some cheap liquor but finally it’s home.

“Remus…” She beckons and he walks towards her and is enveloped in a hug. He frantically whispers those two words over and over again as he begins to cry into her vivid auburn hair.

This is terrible, but it could’ve been worse. She could be dead. Harry could be dead. Her gorgeous son and her amazing husband could’ve both been taken from her and she knew she wouldn’t have coped at all.

The time would come where she would question what had happened. Why hadn’t she been killed? Why had he failed to kill Harry who was only a baby? And she got her answers, vague as they might be, but she got them.

In Harry’s first year she receives word of his heroic actions and she knows its the beginning of something.

In second year when she can’t find him on the platform she panics. She’d only gone through before him to meet Sirius and Remus and he wanted to wait for the Weasleys who weren’t there yet. Molly says that Ron and Harry were coming through last, but as the steam train rolls out of the station, she still hasn’t seen him anywhere.

She’s worried sick all afternoon until she receives a letter from Dumbledore explaining everything. Despite being so awfully mad, she can’t bring herself to send a howler. Instead she sends a note that reads: I’m incredibly angry with you but your father would be proud.

Remus and Sirius find it hilarious.

News comes that Pettigrew escaped although 3rd year would turn out pretty uneventful. Remus and Sirius move to Hogsmede as Remus takes the DADA job. Sirius and Harry catch up in Hogsmede at weekends.

He is somehow entered in the Trwizard tournament and Lily, Sirius and Remus watch anxiously at each stage. When Voldemort comes back and Harry sees his father, he sends a message back to his mother that he loves her very very much. She breaks down upon this and, when she sees Harry in the hospital she says: “Your father would be extremely proud of you”

Come 5th year Harry knows about the connection between himself and Voldemort and exploits it for his own purpose. He can tell the difference between fake and real images and instantly knows Sirius is okay. Instead, Dumbledore repeats the rest of the prophecy and Harry now knows he must be the one to kill Voldemort.

Sixth year meant Ginny and his mother couldn’t help but see the resemblance between the two of those and her and James. When she first gets news of the pair she sends a simple message: “Me and your father are so proud”

Upon coming back from the cave, Harry shows Sirius the locket, who obviously knows who RAB is. The hunt for the horcruxes has begun.

Harry refuses Remus and Sirius’ help. For a start, Dumbledore wanted him to do this alone and he has Ron and Hermione and he doesn’t think he needs much more. “Please, look after my mother”

They go into hiding, resurfacing only for the Battle of Hogwarts. Lily has to grab Ginny around the waist when she sees Harry in Hagrids arms, mainly so she had something to do instead of lash out but also because the poor girl needs it. And then he’s alive and the battle is back on.

Voldemort has fallen and her son is in her arms: “Your father would be so so so so proud of you.”

She’s crying on Sirius shoulder, sniffling into a a pearl coloured sleeve. “I do”. Sirius is crying too, trying to cover it up by burying his face in the crook of Remus’ neck.

Lily walked up to him, and kissed him on the cheek. ”Congrats, Kiddo. I’m proud of you. Your father would be proud of you.”

“Thanks Mum. Thanks dad”

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married- h.s imagine

You stared at the guests as they made their way into the church for the ceremony that was starting soon. You looked down at your bracelet and let out a sigh. You turned the bracelet over to look at the engraving To my best friend, I will always love you. -Harry

As you stared at your bracelet, you couldn’t help but to let a tear fall. You angrily wiped it away. You had no one to blame but yourself. You couldn’t feel sorry for yourself because you could’ve prevented all of this. You never told Harry your true feelings for him. You never told Harry how much you meant to him and how you knew in your heart that he was with the wrong girl. Now, here you are at Harry’s wedding.

You glanced at the time on your phone and realized it was almost time for the ceremony to start. You let out a shaky sigh as you made your way back into the church. As you were about to go into the restroom to clean up your tear stained face, you saw Niall looking around the hallway. When his eyes met yours, he visibly let out a sigh of relief. “I’ve been looking for you ,Y/N.” Niall said as he approached you.

Immediately, he noticed how your eyes were red from crying. “Oh Y/N” Niall sighed as he pulled you into a hug. Niall was the only one to know about your feelings for Harry. When Harry and his fiancé, Kimberly, had their engagement party, Niall noticed how you spent most of the party sitting outside. When he went to check up on you and scold you for sitting out in the cold, you were sobbing into your arms. Finally, you opened up to someone and told Niall how it broke your heart that Harry couldn’t see your feelings for him.

You pulled back from the hug slightly, “I’m fine, Niall. What did you need me for?” Niall let out a hum as he scratched the back of his neck, “Harry’s looking for you.” You let out a sigh as you shook your head. You quickly wiped your eyes once more, careful not to ruin your makeup any more than you did, and started making your way to Harry’s room.

You knocked on the door softly and let yourself in when you heard Harry telling you to come in. A smile instantly found its way to your face. Harry gave you a smile as he stared at your reflection in the mirror. He turned around to look at you properly, “What do you think?” You walked up to Harry and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a tight hug, “Oh H. You look so handsome.”

Harry smiled and returned the hug. He then pulled you at arm’s length. You felt your face flush as you noticed Harry’s eyes on you. “You look so beautiful, Y/N.”

You looked down at your light grey dress and smiled. Harry insisted you to be in his wedding somehow. He couldn’t not have his best friend standing at his side. After Kimberly’s dismay, you were one of her bridesmaids.

You cleared his throat as you took a seat on the couch that was in the room. “Niall said you were looking for me.”

Harry nodded and let out a puff of air as he sat down beside you. He ran his hand through his hair as he stared up at the ceiling, “I’m nervous, Y/N.”

You nodded your head as you looked up at the ceiling as well. “Of course you are. It’s your wedding. You should feel nervous.”

Harry shook his head no, “I’m not nervous about the wedding. I’m nervous about the future.” He looked at you before he continued, “What if I’m making the wrong decision by rushing into this?’

You looked down at your bracelet and began running your index finger across it, a habit you picked up whenever you were feeling nervous. “I think…if Kimberly makes you feel loved and if you cherish her as a much as you say you do…that you’re not rushing into this as all.”

Harry wore a soft smile as he listened to your advice and nodded your head. He reached across, interrupting you playing with your bracelet, and held on to your hand. “I can always count on you, Y/N. You’re truly my best friend.”

You could’ve easily told Harry that yes. He was rushing into things. You could’ve told him that he was making a mistake and that you just knew he belonged to you but looking into his eyes…Hearing him talk about his love for Kimberly…you knew you couldn’t. With that thought in your head, your eyes started to brim with tears. Harry tilted his head questionably at you and with a smile on his face, he asked, “Oh Y/N. Are you crying because it’s my wedding day?”

You let out a shaky laugh and nodded your head, “Yes.”

You took your place with the other bridesmaids and waited for Kimberly to come down the aisle. As the music started to play, signaling her arrival, everyone’s eyes were on the blushing bride but your eyes were looking at Harry’s. You noticed as he stared at the love of his life walking up to him, his eyes had tears. The kind of tears you get when you just love someone so much you could feel your heart burst out of your chest. You knew those kind of tears because it was the kind of tears you had whenever you thought about Harry. You looked down at the bouquet of flowers you were holding and felt your eyes water again. Quietly you let out a sniffle.

As the ceremony went on, it was time for Harry to say his vows. He wiped a tear from his eye, making everyone in the room awe. He let out a small chuckle as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. He looked at the paper and smiled before he looked back into Kimberly’s eyes. “Love. Can you believe we’re here? Can you believe we’re getting married? I know I don’t. To this day, I’m still amazed that I’ve manage to have the privilege of getting to know such an amazing and beautiful girl. I promise to always love you. I promise to let you be right when I know you’re wrong. I promise to never go to bed angry at each other. I promise to be your best friend for the rest of our lives. I promise to never hurt you. I promise to always remain loyal. I promise to be yours.”

Niall leaned up a little from the groomsmen side to have a look at you. He sighed as he saw how you were visibly shaking from sadness. He knew that everything Harry was saying to Kimberly, you wished he was saying to you. He looked at the ground as he softly shook his head, his heart breaking for his friend.

After Kimberly said her vows to Harry and the pastor giving his blessing, the pastor finally said the seven words that were jabs to your heart, “I now pronounce you husband and wife.” When Harry and Kimberly broke off the kiss, the whole room cheered. Everyone rose to their feet as the couple walked down the aisle as husband and wife. As the room started to clear out, everyone anxious to congratulate the newlyweds, you lagged behind. Soon enough you were the last in the church room. You sat down on one of the chairs set up and placed your head into your hands as you let out a quiet sob. Harry was married.

first off i would like to say this is not the best imagine i’ve written lol. ITS 3AM AND I STARTED WRITING THIS LIKE A WEEK AGO AND IM JUST NOW FINISHING IT TONIGHT OK? lol anyways if you guys liked this rubbish piece of writing then i am so glad to hear that! please let me know! if you didn’t, hey, i get it. i didn’t even proofread im so tired lol

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A/N: Any of my friends on here that know me and see me IRL, please just keep scrolling. Don’t @ me… This is my first time writing smut, so I apologize in advance for whatever the hell this is. I’d like to thank The Litty Titty Committee™ for pushing me to bring this little idea to life. Hope you enjoy.

Harry’s been back home from tour for three days now, and he’s been nothing but a tease. It’s been over six months since he’s touched you. You would’ve thought he’d have jumped you as soon as he got off the plane, but no, his smug ass thinks it’s a great idea to just taunt you until you cave first.

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Harry X Reader: Smut

In which Harry has been deprived for too long.

Request? No

“’M losing my fuckin’ mind.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Harry.”

“’M not, am I?” He glares at you, lips turned down deeply at the corners, voice rising in offense. “’S been nearly three weeks since I got to touch yeh.”

“You know why.” Your voice has softened some. You know what he means. The weeks of limited interaction have been equally torturous for you. But there’s a reasonable cause, and you really don’t want to get him into trouble.

“Yeah, I know,” he huffs, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms. “Doesn’ mean I like it.”

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Model Material {Harry Styles Smut}

REQUESTED: nooo haha i’ve just been wanting to dabble in writing abt harry!

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perfect- h.s song imagine

you can listen to the song here

I found a love for me

Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

“There he is! The man of the hour!” Nick exclaimed as his eyes landed on his long term friend at the end of the hall. You let out a chuckle as you followed closely behind him. Nick Grimshaw was the only person you knew that would have this much enthusiasm in the morning.

Harry smiled at his friend before he gave him a hug. “Doing alright, mate?” Nick asked as he returned the hug. You stood back quietly, watching the two embrace. Harry nodded before his eyes landed on yours. He let out a small gasp as he took you in. You were beautiful. Nick noticed Harry’s eyes wandering to yours. Nick placed his hand on your shoulder. “Harry, this is Y/N, my assistant.”

Your cheeks blushed as you held you hand out to Harry. “Hi,” you whispered. When Harry took your hand, you could feel literal sparks going off. Harry’s hands burned at your touch. He smiled at you. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

“I have to say I’m surprised you brought Y/N last night to mum’s dinner,” Gemma admitted as she stirred her cup of tea with a spoon. Harry stared at his sister from across the table, his eyebrows quirked up. Gemma looked up when she noticed his silence. Her eyes went wide. “No! I don’t mean you shouldn’t have! I just meant…you never bring anyone home.”

Harry nodded his head in agreement. It was true. Harry rarely brought anyone home to meet his family. He felt like if he was bringing someone to meet the most important people in his life, it should be someone he knew he had a future with. Although yours and Harry’s relationship was still fairly new, he knew that you were it for him. He knew that he wanted to spend as much time as he could with you. In his eyes, you were perfect and he wanted his family to see just how happy you made him.

Harry looked down at his fingers, a smile ding its way onto his face when he thought about how natural you looked with his family. How you laughed at his sister’s jokes, how you helped clean up the kitchen. Harry looked up at his sister and shrugged his shoulders. With a smile, “I truly believe I’ve waited my whole life to be with her.”

‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Not knowing what it was

“Have you ever been in love?” you asked quietly. You and Harry were tangled up with one another. Your head was resting on his chest while his hand was on your lower back. Harry hummed. Has he been in love? Yes, he’s had a few girlfriends and he did feel something for each one but was it ever love?

You tilted your head up to look into his eyes. Harry shook his head no. “I don’t think I have been, no.” Harry admitted. You nodded your head. Harry pulled you closer to him. “Have you?”

To think about you loving someone gave Harry a slight pang in his chest. He didn’t want to think about anyone having the privilege of calling you theirs. He didn’t want to think about anyone having the honor of feeling your lips against their own.

You shook your head no as you let out a sigh. “Not yet.” Harry nodded his head as he began to play with your hair. “When do you know you’re in love?” You thought out loud. You had a lot of friends who were in love and even married. They knew they were in love. How do you know you’ve met someone and fell in love with them?

Harry bit down on his bottom lip as he too, thought the same thing. “I think…I think you know you’re in love when your significant other makes you feel everything and anything. I think you never want to leave their side, you mind always drifts to them…I’m not quite sure.”

“I feel all of those things with you,” you admitted quietly. Harry was sure that you could feel his heartbeat beating a million times a minute. Knowing that you were in the process of falling for him made him want to jump and scream at the world because…he felt all of those things with you.

You sat up and looked at Harry. He had a smile on his face as he stared back at you. “I feel all of those things and so much more.” You whispered as you placed your hand on his cheek.

But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own

And in your eyes, you’re holding mine

Harry let out a chuckle as he stared at you from across the room, dancing terribly with one of your friends. It’s nice to know that his girlfriend was just as uncoordinated as he was.

Niall took a seat next to Harry, holding a beer. He noticed Harry’s eyes following your every move. You turned and looked at Harry and smiled, a genuine smile before you and your friend made your way over to the bar. Niall tilted his beer in your direction. “Y/N’s special.”

Harry nodded his head. He looked over at Niall and smiled. “She is.” Niall smiled at his friend. “You know, mate. I’ve known you for a long time but it wasn’t until you met Y/N that I’ve seen you this happy. It’s like every time you look at her, you get this sparkle in your eye and she gets it too you know. Whenever she looks at you, it’s like you’re all she sees.”

Harry looked down at his lap with a giant, goofy smile on his face. Whenever someone talked about how much you cared for him, it truly did make him a sappy goose. Niall patted Harry’s back. “She’s perfect for you.”

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

Harry reached across from the table and grabbed your hand. “That was amazing, thank you love.” Harry smiled. For Harry’s birthday, he didn’t want to do much; only wanting to spend time with you. You decided to make him one of his favorite meals. You set up fairy lights in his backyard and set a table for the two of you. Music was playing softly in the background.

You looked up at Harry before you put your fork down. You beamed at him. “Of course, H.”

When the next song played, Harry immediately stood up. He walked over to you and held his hand out. “Dance with me.” You let out a chuckle as you took his hand. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist. Together the two of you swayed to the song. Harry placed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. “But I can’t help falling in love with you,” Harry softly sang. You smiled as you listened to Harry singing along. You felt like the lyrics described your relationship with Harry perfectly. You couldn’t help falling falling in love with him.

When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath

But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

You let out a shaky sigh as you stared at your reflection. Tonight was Harry’s album release party and naturally, you were nervous. This was Harry’s big night. This is what he’s spent so much time on. You wanted everything to go accordingly for him.

You stared at the necklace on your neck. You let out a scowl. Really? you thought. Surely you had a much classier necklace somewhere in Harry’s room. You quickly took the necklace off and rummaged your way through Harry’s drawers.

Harry made his way up to his bedroom that you were getting ready in. He leaned against the door frame as he watched with you with amused eyes. You noticed Harry in the reflection and let out another sigh. “H, maybe I shouldn’t be there tonight.”

Harry’s eyes softened as he noticed how distraught you were. He made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist as the both of you stared at your reflection. He pressed a soft kiss on your neck. “Why not, love?”

You placed your hands on top of his. “I look like an absolute mess.” Harry shook his head. Surely his beautiful girlfriend wouldn’t talk so lowly of herself. Harry closed his eyes as he rested his head on your shoulder. “You look perfect,” he whispered.

You turned around in Harry’s hold and looked up at him. “You have to say that. You’re my boyfriend.” You chuckled. Harry smiled as he took your hand and pressed a kiss on top of it. “I mean it, love. You look perfect.”

She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home

You let out a groan as you stared at your computer screen. Harry looked up from his phone. “What’s wrong, love?”

“My boss just emailed me about the meeting we’re having tomorrow. I have to go home and pick up some stuff to prepare” you sighed as you started making your way towards the door. Harry bit down on his bottom lip as he followed you. For a long time Harry’s thought about asking you to move in with him. You were already at his place almost everyday. Why delay it?

You were putting on your jacket as you noticed Harry’s fingers picking his bottom lip, something he did when he was thinking hard about something. “You alright, H?”

Harry looked up at you before he let go of his lip. “Do you want to move in?” Your eyes widened in shock. Harry placed his hands in his jean pockets as he waited on your answer nervously. “You want me to move in?” You asked.

Harry nodded before he scratched the back of his neck. “You’re already here most of the time, love. It’d definitely be easier if all your stuff is already here.”

You smiled as you took a step in front of him and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Alright. I’ll move in with you.”

We are still kids, but we’re so in love

Fighting against all odds

“So how are you and Harry?” you sister asked as the two of you were out shopping. You looked up from the blouse you were looking at and smiled at your sister. “We’re perfect” you replied before you placed the blouse back onto the rack.

Your sister nodded before she closed her mouth. For her entire life, she’s never seen you so happy. She’s never seen you so in love and to be honest, that scared her. The last thing she ever wanted to see was you get hurt. “Does it ever scare you? Being so in love with him?” Your sister asked delicately, not wanting to get you mad.

You paused from looking at the skirts and shrugged your shoulders. “It did. At the beginning, yes. But…it also made me excited. Harry’s made me feel things I’ve never felt before. He’s made me more confident in myself. He’s just made me feel loved.” You smiled thinking about how much Harry has impacted your life.

Your sister walked closer to you, her eyes searching into yours. “Yes but doesn’t his status scare you?” When the press found out Harry Styles had a girlfriend, they had a field day. For a long time, it felt like everything you did was plastered on magazines. The press also loved coming up with rumors about the relationship. It was hard reading so much things accusing one cheating on the other but if anything, it made your relationship with Harry stronger. It made you realize you didn’t care what others had to say about you. You loved Harry and nothing would ever change that.

You looked into your sister’s concerned eyes and smiled. “I don’t see Harry as the Harry Styles. He’s just Harry and he’s…perfect.”

I see my future in your eyes

Gemma had her head resting on her hand as she stared at the display case. Her eyes caught one ring in particular. “How about this one?” she asked as she pointed at the ring. Harry looked over at the ring and immediately shook his head no.

Gemma let a groan as she placed her head on the display case. “Harry! We’ve been at this bloody store for over an hour!” Harry sighed, regretting bringing his sister. “Have to find the perfect one.” he mumbled. Gemma stood up straight and shook her head. You did deserve the perfect ring. It was just hard when Harry was so damn picky. “You know she would be fine with anything you pick, Harry. She’s not materialistic.”

Harry let out a sigh. “I know. She just deserves it you know? She deserves the world.” Harry’s eyes were scanning the rings laid out before his eyes landed on the one. “Can I see that one please?” Harry asked the clerk, his eyes never leaving it. The clerk smiled and took the ring out and handed it to Harry. Gemma stood behind Harry and gasped. “That’s beautiful, Harry.”

Harry smiled before he looked up at the clerk. “I’ll take this one.”

Now I know I have met an angel in person

And she looks perfect

Harry rubbed his sweaty palms against his suit jacket as he waited for you to walk down the aisle. His eyes wandered to all of the guests you and him invited to be a part of the special occasion. He gave a smile towards your mother. He looked at his own and chucked as she was staring back at him, tears in her eyes. She couldn’t help it. Her little boy was marrying the girl of his dreams. Harry turned around and looked at all of his groomsmen who beamed at him. Niall gave a thumbs up while Nick winked.

One by one, the bridesmaids made their way across the aisle. With each one, Harry grew more and more nervous. Finally, the song shifted, causing everyone to rise to their feet. The doors opened and there you were with your father. Harry’s breath hitched as he stared at his bride to be. He could’ve sworn he was looking at an angel, you were so perfect.

I don’t deserve this

You look perfect tonight

You gave your father a hug before he placed a kiss on your cheek. You stood in front of you husband to be, a tear managing to escape as you were about to become Mrs.Styles. Harry’s eyes held tears of his own as he took your hand. Once everyone took a seat and the pastor began to speak, Harry mouthed, “You look perfect.”

the amount of requests i’ve had to write this is INSANE. i hope i wrote it to everyone’s justice! also thank you guys so much for checking up on me during the hurricane! means the absolute world that you guys took the time to make sure everything was alright! i hope for anyone that was impacted is doing alright. sending all my love to you. 

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Harry’s silent treatment.

Requested: Harry mad at Y/N and giving her the silent treatment.

When Harry was mad, his silence was enough to make you fidget. When Harry was mad at you that was something else. He’d stay silent, cold eyes as he avoided your gaze, a deep frown with his eyebrows and his lips in a straight line and even though he always tried to not give in to your sheepish expression and cooes, he never told you about it. 

It was when you told him that you can’t go out with him on yet another date night that he took it upon himself to stay quiet. 

“I’m sorry. Something came up and I have to go.” You gave him a sheepish smile. “But we’ll have tons of time next week, baby.” You put your hand on his shoulder. 

Harry looked at you, rolling his eyes. “This is the fourth time you cancel on a date.” 

“I know, baby and I’m so sorry.” You sighed.

“Whatever.” Harry mumbled, getting off the couch and walking upstairs and into your room with a harsh thud of the door closing.

You couldn’t tell him just yet; the reason behind all the cancellations and late night shifts. Not yet. 

So after you left and came back home to find him sleeping on the couch, the telly still on, showing a classic movie you haven’t seen bore, you felt sad but you knew it’d be worth it - or so you hoped. You knelt down beside him, stroking his hair gently. “Harry,” You said quietly. “Harry, love.”  

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“I was expecting you to be in bed half an hour ago.” You never liked working late, but it couldn’t be helped sometimes. Harry obviously wasn’t a huge fan of you working late either, but he knew you worked more productively when you were alone and in the dark, as creepy as that sounded. Unsurprisingly, you weren’t working, because you were wonderful at procrastinating and Buzzfeed articles were just so damn tempting! 

“I know, but then I started reading this really interesting article about how a blue whale’s tongue weighs about 3 tons and- Well, you get the point.” You waved Harry off, turning back to face the dim glow of your laptop screen. “Just give me five more minutes.” 

“You know I can’t have a good night’s rest if you’re not in the bed with me…” Harry whined, padding over to you before slumping down on you with his arms around you from behind. 

“Cut it out, you big baby. If I can survive ten months without you even being here, you can survive one night sleeping alone.” You clicked your tongue, turning to give Harry a quick kiss on the cheek before reaching up to untangle his limbs around your neck. 

“But- Y/N, you said half an hour ago!” Harry continued to whine, his bottom lip pushed out in a pout. 

“Did you know that both humans and dogs have a stage of sleep known as the REM? No wonder dogs tremble in their sleep.” You hummed, your brows knitting together as you continued reading on an article completely irrelevant to the four thousand word essay you were supposed to be writing. “Wait, what are you-” Not even a second later and Harry was pulling you up off the chair and plopping himself down with a grunt, the chair squeaking underneath his weight. “If you wanna read the article, I’ll send you the link. No need to steal my chair!”

“If you’re not going to come upstairs, I’ll jus’ join you down here. I’m giving you five minutes and then we’re both outta here.” Harry stated, pulling you down so you were sitting on his lap. You let out a heavy sigh before wrapping one arm around his neck while your other reached for the laptop. 

“You are such a brat, you know that?” You murmured, Harry humming contently as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. You couldn’t help but giggle as you felt his hair tickling your chin while his nose prodded against you. “But you’re not actually going to drag me out of here when my five minutes are up, right?”

“I’m just a simple man looking for some cuddles.” He ignored your statement, his eyes focusing on the little clock behind your laptop. “I’m obviously not going to get it by whining to you to get your bum upstairs, so this is my only option.” Harry sighed dramatically, shifting you so that you were in a more comfortable position. 

“You’re ridiculous, that’s what you are.”

“Don’t pay attention to me, love. Go on and read your article about… ‘The sex life of a duck’…? I don’ see how this is relevant to-” 

“Did you know ducks have corkscrew penises? Here, I’ll read the article.” 

This was going to be a long five minutes. Maybe Harry should’ve gone to bed alone. 


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anonymous asked:

Omg, please do a fic where Harry's drunk and accidentally confesses to Draco while arguing. Love your writing❤❤😘

((omg you do?! thank you so much!!  And in honor of the topic of the prompt, alcohol was involved in my creative process :D))

“What do you mean Muggle alcohol is garbage?! We have so many options, you’ve got like 5. Total!” Seamus screamed with a bottle of Irish whiskey in his hands.

“What do you mean we have options?  You’re a wizard, too.  And if you do it right you don’t need that many options,” Theodore argued.

“You expect me to think Giggle Water is better than tequila?  No, I mean, it’s just noisy champagne?” Hermione said.

“Where did you get good limes this time of year?” Neville asked.

The noise and arguments over booze were overtaking the party.  The Eighth Year parties were the worst kept secret at Hogwarts, but since they technically were adults, most of the professors turned a blind eye as long as it stayed among the eighth-years.  

Ron’s voice grabbed Harry’s attention, “Blaise is about to do a Jägerbomb.”

“No, Seamus! Not that kind of bomb!” Dean shouted.

Harry shambled over to the crowd forming around Blaise, “Never thought I’d see one of them do something as Muggle as chugging a Jägerbomb.”

“One of them?” a voice drawled behind him.  

Harry realized he had spoken aloud.  Turning to see Draco standing behind him he tried his best not to eat his words, “Well, yeah.  You all look so, er, I don’t know.  Professional?  That isn’t the word I’m looking for.”

“You mean they always look like they have a stick up their arse,” Seamus slurred.

Draco glared daggers at Seamus.  As he opened his mouth to undoubtedly say something equally cutting to Harry, he was interrupted.

“One pass,” Harry said, raising an empty shot glass to Draco’s line of sight. “I’m in no state to be speaking.  I’m just asking for one pass.”  Without waiting for a response, Harry stumbled away.  

Harry made his way to Hermione and her bottle of tequila.  

“Not enough liquid courage to talk to him yet?” Hermione asked.  Thankfully, Blaise was still the center of attention because she’d lost her ability to keep her voice down.

“Fat lot of good it would do me.  I’m not trying to get hexed in the face,” Harry said.

“He’s been flirting with you all week,” Hermione pointed out.

“Telling me I’m not the flier I was two years ago, that my hair would look better if I’d let Hagrid brush it, and bloody weird questions like ‘why do you smell like trees?’ isn’t flirting,” Harry said, taking another shot.

“You’d think you never met him before.  Of course he’s flirting with you.  And may I point out, he’s been on your arse all night,” Hermione said.

“But not in the way you want, hey Harry?” Seamus shouted, already laughing at his own joke.


“From behind usually,” Seamus said.  He was now howling with laughter.

Harry’s already drink-blushed face reddened, “What th- fuck. Nope.” He turned to escape the conversation but stepped right into Draco, sloshing tequila on the both of them.

Draco shoved Harry. “Is talking to me such a horrible concept that you’d rather spend the evening trying to insult, trample, and drown me?  Too drunk to fake being nice to me?  I don’t understand-”

Draco kept talking but Harry couldn’t focus on his words.  He was too busy staring at Draco’s lips.  Harry always thought they were thin, but when Draco didn’t have his signature sneer in place, his lips actually looked full and soft. They were a bit more pink than usual and he smelled of cinnamon.  Harry laughed.

“What the hell is so funny?” Draco demanded.

“Of course you found the Goldschläger,” Harry said.

Whatever Draco was read to say was lost when Seamus ran past Harry singing “Gold up in my teeth-” and bumped hard into him shoving Harry into Draco.

Draco was livid. “Are you kidding me?  I just wanted to have a good time, but I’m feeling so attacked-”

Harry raised his hand to Draco’s mouth.  He felt Draco gasp sharply as his fingers pressed against his lips, “Shh. Can you just stop?  You’re fucking gorgeous but you can’t stop being a poncy git.” Harry stepped closer and dropped his gaze to his fingers on Draco’s mouth. “Now I’m going to move my hand, but I don’t want to hear a thing from you.  Nod for me.”

Draco stood frozen, eyes wide and blushing thoroughly but after a tense second nodded.

“Fuck, mate, if Dean talked to me like that I’d already be on my knees,” Seamus said.  

Harry and Draco both looked over to him in shock. 

“Didn’t you just leave?” Harry asked.

“Can’t be wing man if I can’t show up when you need me,” Seamus raised the bottle to them before walking away.

“Don’t play with me like that.  If you lot must have a laugh at my expense,  I would appreciate it if you could limit it to times when I’m not around,” Draco said.  His words holding more venom than Harry expected.

“No one is laughing at you.  They’re laughing at me,” Harry said.

“And why would they be laughing at their precious Golden Boy?  Don’t lie to me, you’re not up to the challenge.“ 

“Well, I guess they think it’s funny that I fancy you even though I can’t talk to you,” Harry said.

From somewhere across the room, Seamus yelled, “You’re talking now, yeah.”

“See, not everything is about yo–oh Merlin, what the fuck.” Harry stopped talking, struck by his own words and Draco’s smile.

“Words getting ahead of your brain?” Draco asked.

Harry turned to leave, “I need another shot.”

Jealousy Suits You. (Harry Potter Imagine)

Request: Hey hi! could i request smth? A harry potter x reader like they get in an argument & she raises her hand to hit/slap him but he catches her arm, backs her to a wall and whisper, “wanna try that again, sweetheart?” thank you!! from @friceaurelia07

I feel like I always say this, but it has been a while… Please excuse my absence from writing imagines.

Also, jealousy is fun to write about but I don’t necessarily know how to … like write about it… So I just made the reader mad at something so stupid. I hope you don’t mind…

Requests are open! (just bear with me)

I hope you enjoy!

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You and Hermione were walking to The Great Hall with your books in your hands. The two of you were in a playful debate about which of your favorite novels were the best. “Well, ‘Mione, The Great Gatsby a great novel and all, but it’s not my type.” 

As the two of you neared your group of friends, you felt a frown form on your face. Ginny had taken your usual spot next to your boyfriend, Harry, and had been ruffling his hair, giggling. “Oh, (Y/N), you know she means well.” Hermione whispered as you picked up your pace and plopped yourself in between the two.

“Good morning, love.” Harry greeted, leaning in to kiss your lips before you moved your head, making him kiss your cheek instead. 

“Hello, Potter.” You said in an emotionless tone. “Don’t you have some place to be, Ginny? Don’t you have a bedtime?” 

“Don’t you? You’re just a year older, (Y/N).” Ginny said, raising her eyebrows. 

“Ginny, why don’t we go for a walk, yeah?” Hermione piped up. “The sun’s setting. I’d love to compare the sky to your hair. Let’s see if the colors would… um… match.” She got up and pulled the younger witch away. 

Ron pretended to yawn and said his farewells to you and Harry, not wanting to be in the middle of a lovers’ quarrel. Harry began to put away his parchment and his quill. “You don’t have to be so rude to Ginny, love. She’s just a kid. She has crushes, let it be.” 

“So when I see another girl practically all over you, you expect me to just sit there with a smile on my face and let her?” You said, standing up when he did. Draco and his posse all smirking, hearing the two of you argue. 

“Watch out, lovers’ quarrel!” Draco hollered as you and Harry walked out. 

The two of you stopped in an empty hallway. “I’m not saying you have to just let it happen. All I’m saying is that you should trust me enough to let me handle it.” Harry explained as he reached over to hold your hand but you yanked it away.

“I do trust you, Harry. But from what I saw back there, you weren’t even trying to stop her. It was like you enjoyed her hands in your hair!” You exclaimed, your voice bouncing against the walls. 

“What if I did? It feels nice to have someone comb through your hair, you know!” Harry yelled back, putting his things down and instantly regretting it. “That is not what I meant, (Y/N). Don’t be mad, love!” 

“If you want someone to comb through your hair, then call me, not Ginny! I can’t believe you would. You are so- ugh!” You said, beginning to walk away but he grabbed onto your wrist to stop you. 

“Harry James Potter, if you do not let go of me this instant!” You screamed, bringing your freehand up, readying to slap him, but he caught it and backed you into the wall.

“Wanna try that again, sweetheart?” He whispered, looking into your eyes through his glasses. You stood there frozen but then Harry pressed his lips to yours and you felt as if you were thawing. He pulled away first and then smiling down at you. “You know, (Y/N), Jealousy Suits You.” 


crumbling- h.s imagine

You let out a sigh as you glanced at the clock hung up on the wall. Joanne, your marriage counselor stared at you with sympathy in her eyes. She reached out from across the table in between the two of you and placed her hand on top of yours, “I’m sorry Y/N. I’m afraid our time is up.”

You looked down at your hands and shook your head. You let out a mumbled, “Thank you for your time” before you grabbed your purse and left her office. Joanne stared after you and let out a sigh herself. “Katy, grab my 1:00 appointment, please.” She called out to her assistant.

As you waited for your destination on the elevator, you pulled out your phone hoping to see something from Harry. When you were greeted with nothing, you pinched the bridge of your nose and closed your eyes tightly. As you sat in your car, you pulled out your phone once more and dialed a number you’ve been familiar with for the past couple of weeks.  “Hey Jake. Yeah, I’m fine. I think I’ll grab the papers today.”

Harry let out a curse as he saw the bedroom light was still on when he pulled up in the driveway. He was hoping you were asleep so he didn’t have to listen to you complaining about how he should’ve been there today. Harry tried to be there today, really he did. But he had to approve his album cover, he needed to put some last minute touches on some songs; he was a busy man today. Harry ran his hands through his hair as he debated whether or not he should pick up some flowers, just to soften the blow. He shook his head. He had to face the consequences that were yet to come.  

One word that you would use to describe your marriage with Harry was crumbling. It was amazing the first few years. Harry made you feel loved and made sure you were cherished. You made sure you showed Harry nothing but continuos support and just as much love. When the band split up, it was hard for Harry. One Direction was like his baby, it made him the man he is today. You remember how upset Harry was once the news broke to the fans. You remember Harry telling you that this changed everything. You remained positive for him. You told him things were going to be okay and that this was just a bump in the road. You made sure you told him that his fans were forever and they’ll love him no matter what he decides.

When Harry decided to audition for a movie role, you were nothing but excited for him. You made sure he was well rested before his audition and you made sure you helped him read his lines. When he got the role, you were dying of happiness. When he had to leave to film, you, being the supportive wife you were,  travelled alongside him. You dropped everything just to see your husband pursuing a new passion of his.

When Harry decided to go to Jamaica to focus solely on his debut album, you agreed. You told him that if he felt this was the right decision then this was the right decision.

You tried being the supportive wife. You tried lifting Harry’s spirits when your own was down. You tried reaming positive and just being what Harry needed during these crucial times in his life.

But you couldn’t say the same was being done for you. There were times when Harry wasn’t there for you for special events in your life like going back home to see your family or being your date for your sister’s wedding. There were times where you had doubts in your marriage and you tried. You tried so badly to remain optimistic. You tried telling yourself that he was busy with his album, you tried telling yourself that he was filming a movie and that he couldn’t drop everything. You tried putting your emotions aside in hopes of Harry never finding out how sad you were.

But you can only bottle up something so much that it just explodes.

Harry wiped his face before he leaned back on the couch. He wiped his sweaty palms on his thighs before he asked, “Are you asking for a divorce?”

You quickly looked up. “No! Never! I would never ask for a divorce.” You made your way over to Harry and sat down on his lap. You stared into his beautiful eyes that held nothing but sadness and tears. You gently whispered, “Something just needs to change.”

After that, the two of you decided it was best to seek a marriage counselor. It was definitely a hard choice to make but the two of you decided that it was best to talk out whatever problems there were then really letting things escalate. And going to couples therapy was great at first. The two of you felt like with time, things might actually turn around.

Until Harry started missing sessions. It was always one excuse after another. You tried to be forgiving and you tried to make it seem ok that he was missing the meetings but your heart broke more and more each time he skipped. It sucked being in that office yourself. You hated the feeling of your therapist staring at you with sympathy. You hated being asked why did you think Harry decided to bail. You hated every single minute of being there and feeling like you were alone. You hated that you were the one that put all the effort into this marriage. You hated that you had to remain brave. You hated crying alone. You hated the thought of Harry no longer loving you. You hated every single minute of it.

You were staring at your reflection in your sanity mirror in your shared bedroom with Harry. You noticed all the bags under your eyes and how puffy they were with how much you cried tonight. You wondered, “How did I get here? How could something that once was so beautiful crumble into something so tragic?” As you were pondering your thoughts, in the reflection you saw the bedroom door open. Harry had an ashamed look on his face.

He closed the door behind him before he turned to you. “Y/N, love, I’m so sorry.” You continued to stare at Harry. You bit on your bottom lip as you drowned at the pathetic excuse he was coming up with. Your eyes glanced at your wedding ring that was sitting in a little jewelry dish next to you. You let out a little scoff at how ironic it seemed to you. Isn’t that ring supposed to represent happiness? Yet all you felt was despair.

Hesitatingly. Harry walked closer to you. He tried to decipher what was going in that beautiful mind of yours. “Love?”

Slowly, you turned around in your seat. Your eyes were staring at Harry’s shoes, afraid that if you looked up into his eyes that the words would never fall out of your mouth. “I want a divorce.” You whispered.

You said it so quietly and so gently that you were sure Harry didn’t hear you. But the gasp that fell out of his lips proved otherwise. Harry bent down so that he was looking up at you. He placed his hands on top of yours. “Love, no.”

You shook your head as you closed your eyes, trying so badly to not let out a sob. Harry’s eyes started to fill with tears of his own. “Y/N! Please! I’ll change! I’ll go to the meetings! We can go every fucking day! Please!”

You let out a shaky sigh as tears began to cascade down your cheeks. Where was this when you needed to hear it the most? You finally looked into Harry’s eyes and completely lost it. You hated yourself for the hurt you saw in his eyes. “I’m not happy anymore, Harry.”

Hearing you say that felt like a direct bullet to Harry’s heart. He winced as if he was in actual pain. Hearing you say that meant he was a failure of a husband. He shook his head quickly, as if he was trying to get the thought out of his head. “You’re just upset with me and I get it. You don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t mean it.”

You tried to defend your decision before Harry got up. He ran his hands through his hair. “We just need to sleep it off. You’re hurt, I’m hurt. Everything’s going to be okay. I’ll sleep in the guest bedroom, alright? We just need to sleep it off” Harry tried convincing himself. He bent down once more and placed a soft kiss on your lips before he walked out of your room.

You stared at the door before you wrapped your arms around yourself and let out the sob that was trying to read its way out.

That night was the quietest the house has ever been. Both you and Harry were laying in separate beds, wondering how your marriage got to this, while tears fled your eyes. Harry wanted to do nothing but hold you and to convince you that this was just another rough patch and that you guys were going to get through this. You wanted Harry to come to his senses when you said that you weren’t happy. You wanted him to realize that you’ve been trying for a very long time and that you couldn’t take it anymore.

The next morning, Harry walked downstairs and into the kitchen. You were sitting at the dining room table, a cup of tea in your hands. He noticed instantly how red your eyes were the puffiness of your cheeks. You looked up at Harry before you walked over to your purse that was on the counter. Harry was watching your every move intently, afraid to make a sound.

You pulled out the stack of papers that were weighing down your purse before you looked up at Harry. You placed the papers down on the table before you walked past him and went back into your room. With shaky hands, Harry picked up the papers. He let out a sob and fell to the floor.

You were filing for a divorce.

out of everything i’ve written recently, i actually really enjoyed writing this! it’s been in my drafts for the longest time and i’m glad im finally sharing it! let me know what you guys thought!

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Pink is a delicate color that symbolizes sweetness. When you think of pink, your imagination is soft and giggly. Pink flowers, pink lips, pink baby clothes. 

It was also the color of Harry’s cheeks when his green eyes fell on you. 

He sat next to Liam, his long locks left down, bottom lip grazed by his thumb and index, long legs pressed against each other as the 4 members of the band were cramped on the purple couch. 

Nick Grimshaw was humming a tune to himself, studying the flashcards on his desk. Louis, Niall and Liam were engrossed in a conversation about last night’s football game and Harry was just enjoying being in the background. 

His eyes moved towards a figure shorter than his, short enough for him to rest his chin on. 

“Nicholas!” He heard you let out an exasperated whine, making the room fall silent. 

“Who spit you out?” Nick teased you, looking at you in amusement. 

“Bug off.” You let out a laugh, huffing at the strand of hair that fell on your face. 

Harry watched intently, having only seen your side and the chocolate smudge on the corner of your mouth, your hair a mess and a clipboard clutched in your hand. Liam elbowed Niall, motioning wih his head towards Harry, making Niall cover his mouth to stiffle his giggles before nudging Louis. 

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For Love of That Mess

For @parkkate

It was just so smooth, he couldn’t help himself. Silky, and soft. It felt nothing like the way it looked. He’d expected knots. He’d expected it to be coarse. Instead, it parted around his fingers, letting them dive deeper. He could gently twist it around his fingers, and it would stay there, soft and silky. He could grip it tight, and tug, and it never gave way.

It felt like heaven for his hands. It was like—

“If you could stop worshiping my hair for a moment, my cock would like some attention.”

Blinking, Draco realised Harry had stopped kissing his neck. Watching forlornly, he slid his hands out of Harry’s hair.

“Oh fuck, don’t make that face,” Harry groaned.

“What face?” Draco asked, sliding his hands down Harry’s torso instead.

“Like I killed your bloody cat or something.”

Draco made a noncommittal sound, looking down between them. How long had they been necking, anyway?

Harry sighed, and then the room spun, and Draco was no longer sitting on Harry’s lap, but was lying under him instead. Harry ground against his hip, and returned his mouth to Draco’s neck.

Making a pleased sound, Draco buried his hands in Harry’s hair again.

The sound of fond exasperation against his neck couldn’t ruin this for him, as he twisted the strands around his fingers.

Written just for you, Kate, and your love of Draco burying his hands in Harry’s hair =)  


“Daddy doesn’t know I got you but just you wait, once he sees you he’ll fall in love and hopefully won’t kill me”

You told this to the little kitten putting on your chest that you just couldn’t resist at the pet store. You had gone in just to get your friend’s dog a gift and you ended up walking out with a kitten. Harry was going to kill you.

He loved cats sure. But you two hadn’t exactly agreed on getting a pet just yet. But this was an impulse decision as he was away on tour. You figured you could justify getting the cat as you get lonely every time he is away. So why not a cute little kitten to play and cuddle with?!

The kitten had curled up on your chest as soon as you got home. She was quite the unique kitten and you couldn’t wait till Harry was home and met her. You knew as much as it’d kill you, she’d probably turn into a daddy’s girl. Everyone always fell in love with Harry. You looked down and noticed the kitten had fallen asleep and not long after you did as well.

The next thing you knew someone was pushing your hair behind your ear and pressing a kiss to your forehead. You snugged into the hand and sighed happily. When you heard a low chuckle quickly opened your eyes and let out a gasp. “Harry, you’re home early!”

Harry let out a laugh and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Yes I am. Figured I’d surprise you. But seems you have a surprise if you own”

You followed his eyes down to the kitten still sleeping on your chest. You gulped and picked her up and held him out to her with a soft “Surprise?!”

Harry just shook his head and gently took the kitten from you. He held her close to his chest and you could instantly see she was falling in love with him. Her purrs were louder than they ever were with you. You watched Harry for any indication that he was mad. You saw him open his mouth to speak but before he could you began rambling.

“Please don’t be mad H. I just couldn’t not get her. I mean look at her, she’s soooo cute. And you know how lonely I get when you’re gone. I mean yeah I have work, and friends and family but it’s not the same as having someone, something here at the house. And I know we haven’t really fully agreed on getting an animal yet. But we both love cats and I know I should of consulted you but please can we keep her?!”

By the end of your rambling Harry was smiling to himself and shaking his head. “What’s her name?”

Your jaw dropped and you just stared at him. Was that really all he was going to say? You expected him to be mad, or at least a bit upset you did this without asking. “Uhm I haven’t named her yet. I figured you would want to do that. Plus you’re more creative than me”

Harry held the kitten out in front of him to get a good look at her. The kitten meowed and you could see how Harry’s eyes softened and he was falling in love with her. “How about Rhiannon? You know I love my Fleetwood Mac”

You giggled and sat up. You scooted closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder as you both looked at the kitten curled up in his lap. You gave him a soft peck on the cheek. “Rhiannon it is then babe”

Harry turned to you and smiled softly. He placed a soft kiss on your lips before pulling back and looking into your eyes. “Now that her name is settled, promise me next time I leave I won’t come home to another animal? As much as I love cats and am not really surprised you did this, let’s just stick to one for now yeah?”

You turned bright red but giggled. “Yes H, I promise. It’ll just be me, you and Rhiannon till we decide to add another addition to the family.” You felt Harry kiss the top of your head and you smiled.

You were so thankful that Harry just went with your impulsiveness. This wasn’t the first time he came home and you had done something impulsive. Like cut your hair, rearrange the whole house, or like this time get a kitten. You loved that he never got angry and just honestly embraced it. You also loved that you were adding to your family, even it if was just a kitten. The thing was it was your kitten, you and Harry’s and that just warmed your heart.

“Meet Me” Part 5

*NSFW*Read Part 4 HERE 

The First Time

You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth.

You’re my first.

Harry held his stare for a second longer and then pushed a hand through his messy hair. Reaching behind him, he grabbed one of the many blankets piled up on your bed and handed it over to you, covering you up as he did.

“Y/n, we don’t –,” he started, but was cut off quickly by your rushed words.

“Harry, no, listen,” your tongue stumbled over the words and your brain was unable to keep up.

He shook his head, not like he was disappointed in you, but instead in himself, because he almost let that happen.

“I can’t take that from yeh, y/n,” he avoided your eyes, “I know yeh said it, and I know yeh said yeh meant it, but it was a drunk thought.”

You sat in silence, the feelings of warmth and desire something of the past.

“I won’t be the one to rush tha’,” he concluded with a few nods of his head, “care about yeh too much.”

And with that, Harry slowly pushed off of your bed to stand up. He started towards the door, but you called out after him in a small voice:


He stopped in the middle of your bedroom floor and slowly turned back to you.

“Y/n, we don’t have to talk about this—,”

“I want to know,” your voice was shaking, “Why?”

“It’s … it’s nothing, y/n,” he stuttered, doing a far better job covering up his nerves than you.

“Was it something I did?” you pressed.

Harry shook his head, looking up to meet your stare for just a second, “God, no,” he took in a deep breath, “Yeh’d never be the problem here.”

You relaxed slightly, “Then what is it, Harry?”

He paused and bit on his bottom lip, “I don’t deserve to.”

“Deserve to…” you questioned, growing nervous again.

Harry looked down at his feet, the very tops of his cheeks growing red, “I don’t deserve to take such a thing from yeh, y/n. Yeh deserve someone so much … more.”

You looked up at Harry, the blushing boy standing in your room, and waited for him to look up at you.

“You’re all I want, H.”

The feelings of tension seemed to lift out of the room, and were replaced with a vibe similar to that first night on the couch. You ignored the pain in your head as you locked eyes with him, all nerves gone. He slowly made his way back over to you and sat at the side of your bed, hand on your blanket-covered thigh.

“Are you sure?” he whispered.

A single nod moved your head up and down, and he leaned in to meet your forehead. He sat there for a moment, the only thing you could hear was his steady but shaky breathing and the hum of the fan in your window.

“Hey,” you sat up away from him, taking his face in your hands and making his eyes focus on yours, “I wouldn’t tell you it was okay, that I wanted it, that I trusted you,” your voice grew quiet, “if I didn’t.”

He stayed quiet, too, eyes glinting with the slightest hint of apprehension. Silence hung in the air around the two of you like a blanket. It wasn’t uncomfortable; it felt safe.

Harry sat there, studying your face as you watched his.

“I want you to touch me, Harry.”

You guided his hand closer to your hips and shrugged off the blanket from your shoulders, exposing more skin. His eyes followed your every move, seemingly growing darker with every pass of your hand.

Taking some of his curls between your fingers, you pulled his face closer to yours once more and reintroduced your lips to his. They melded together instantly, the short and sweet kisses being peppered between the two of you quickly turning hungrier, more passionate. Your tugs on his hair grew in force, as did his hands at your waist, at your chest, anywhere he could hold onto you.

It didn’t take long for you to end up underneath Harry. He had you pressed up against your headboard, the metal rails beginning to press into the sin of your back. The blanket that once hid your skin was long since thrown to the ground in a hungry attempt by Harry to get closer to you.

In between kisses on your neck, Harry asked you, “You still want this, pet?” the name rolling off of his tongue as if he’d practiced it before. Your ears perked up at the new noise.

“Mhm,” you hummed, all you muster at this point. Your head was swimming as your heart rate picked up again, eager to get farther than last time.

His fingers traced down your chest, goosebumps following in their wake. Your eyes were closed as you laid there, Harry moving down your torso. Chills ran up your arms when he grazed over your inner thighs and caught your breath in your throat.

“Look so beautiful, love,” he mumbled, voice slightly muffled by the pillows up near your head.

He nudged your legs a little farther apart causing the nerves you’d worked so hard to get rid of come flooding back into your stomach.

“Gonna get you all nice and warmed up,” he hummed and snuck back up to your mouth to give you another kiss, “Gonna give you what you deserve.”

You opened your eyes to see the mop of short curls between your legs and felt his lips pressing soft kisses on your thighs. His hair tickled your skin.

Harry took no time to introduce his tongue to your sweet center, licking a broad stripe up and suckling on your clit. The moan that fell from your mouth sounded like nothing you’d ever heard before and caught you by surprise. He continued to swirl his tongue around the tip of your nerves, your legs already trying to squeeze in around his head.

You could feel him smirk against your skin, “Gotta relax fo’ me, love,” he said, groaning under his breath, something about being ‘so fuckin’ tight’. He used a strong hand to hold your leg down, “Don’t start to undo my work already.”

Without taking another pause, he was back to licking, kissing, and sucking on your clit. He paid specific attention to the way your back arched up when he sucked here or how you all but cried out when he used his hands there, doing whatever he could to elicit those melodious sounds again.

You started getting restless, caught in a place too far from where you started out, but not nearly to the point of orgasm yet. Tugging into his hair, you pulled him closer to you and begged with your moans for him to keep going. Harry was happy to oblige, taking the way your legs pressed in around his ears and the harsh pulls on his hair as praise.

As your release drew nearer, all of your energy and focus was on Harry’s mouth, whimpering as he sped up his motions and moaned hungrily into you.

Your hips tried so desperately to escape the pleasure that was becoming all too much, bucking up with each lick and kiss. Harry didn’t let up though, continuing to hold you down with one hand and sneak the other into your folds. Your moans egged him on, echoing off of the thin walls of your bedroom.

“Stay still, poppet,” he spoke lowly, lifting his head for just a moment, “M’gonna help you finish.”

His slow fingers painting your insides were almost too much to handle. A sharp cry rang out from your pink lips as he pumped in and out, trying to drag this on as long as possible.

With a final sweep of his tongue, your back arched up suddenly and a wave of relief passed over you as your eyes squeezed shut. You were left sprawled out and panting on your bed, and Harry gave you a moment to recover.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, hands moving to lay on your forehead.

You lifted you head up to see those devilish green eyes cockily staring back at you, not breaking eye contact to take a few more nips at your core. You shivered at his touch.

“Yeh taste lovely, pet,” he slurred, taking a finger in his mouth and licking it clean, “Never tasted somethin’ so sweet.”

Sitting up, you reached out for him, taking his hand in yours and locking eyes with him. The adrenaline was still fresh in your veins and surprised you with the confidence you’d stirred up. You slowly (and rather dramatically) took another finger in your mouth, swirling your tongue around and licking him clean. His eyes trained on you, narrowed when you sucked all of the way to the tip, letting off with a ‘pop!’ of your tongue.

He shook his head with a smirk, “Tha’ tongue o’ yours, s’gonna kill me.”

Harry leaned forward and took your head in his hand, bringing you closer to give you a deep kiss. He quickly earned back any dominance you’d tried to take from him, and gladly melted under his touch. You could feel his cock straining from underneath his boxers, nearly screaming for attention. It pressed into your thigh as the kisses grew deeper and sloppier. Harry couldn’t get enough of you.

He broke away for just a second to peel his boxers off of his hips, tossing them to the side.

“Rubbers are in the top drawer,” you whispered and motioned to the nightstand next to your bed.

“Been thinking about this for a while, yeah?” he teased, taking one from the drawer and sliding it back shut.

You blushed, caught in a spot you didn’t like, “I … I grabbed a few from the clinic when I was there, I dunno, it seemed—,” you stuttered.

“Shh,” he laughed, rolling the condom down onto his cock, “S’okay, love. Jus’ teasing.”

You must’ve stared for a second too long because Harry chuckled again, noticing the way your eyes grew at the sight. He climbed back onto the bed and hovered over you, lips ghosting yours.

“We don’t have to if yeh don’t want it, y/n,” he reassured you.

“No,” you shook your head and swallowed the lump in your throat, “I want it. I do, remember? Wouldn’t have told you otherwise.”

Harry nodded, ducking down to give you one last kiss before shuffling to the spot between your legs. He carefully moved them apart, settling right in front of your entrance. You looked up at him eagerly and he smiled down at you.

“M’gonna go slow, and yeh tell me if yeh need me to stop, okay?” he asked, “relax for me, poppet.”

You nodded and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly.

Harry lined himself up and slowly sank into you. Your breath hitched up in your throat as he stretched you out, much more than you’d ever imagined could happen. You squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to decide if this new feeling was painful or pleasurable. His bicep had your hand wrapped tightly around it, surely leaving marks.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell,” he swore under his breath. You peered back up at him and saw the face of a god. His eyes too were shut and his brow furrowed. Harry took measured breaths in, and out, and waited for you to give him the okay.

“Keep going,” you breathed out, hoping the burning would soon subside.

He gently pulled back out and sank in again, the same slur of curses flying from his mouth.

“Promise it’ll feel good, love,” he sounded pained, “Wish yeh could feel what I feel now.”

The moans that you’d heard from him earlier were reduced to weak whimpers as you clenched around him. He started to build up a slow and gentle rhythm, getting your center warmed up once again.

“Gotta relax, love,” he groaned, “Don’ wanna finish me off before we have a chance to make yeh feel good, yeah?”

You did your best to relax the muscles that were fighting against his cock, earning praises from Harry as you did. He started to push a little deeper each time and each thrust grew in force.

He was working so tenderly with you and the burns of his cock stretching you out soon became something indescribably blissful.

“Harry,” you moaned out his name. It was soft, but it was there. Harry swore he felt his cock twitch at the way his name sounded around your lips.  

“Feels good, yeah?” he asked as he continued the same pattern of thrusts, needing to hear that again.

You nodded your head furiously, another moan taking place of a response. The breaths were becoming ragged as they left your mouth and you felt your stomach coiling up. You were nowhere near the finish line, but it was nothing like the pain from earlier.

Harry’s thrusts were growing sloppy and haphazardly, his stamina from going so painfully slow nearing its end.

“Wanna be on top,” you said breathlessly.

Harry looked down at you, wide eyed, “Really?”

“Not gonna finish,” your brain was getting foggy from how wonderful you felt, “Wanna make you feel good.”

Harry eagerly pulled out and the absence of him felt wrong. He switched places with you, helping you up and over to his torso. Looking down at him, his cheeks were perfectly rosy and his eyes watched your every move.

You were positioned right above him, bracing yourself against his heaving chest.

“Go on, pet,” he coaxed you, “Show me how well it fills yeh up.”

Taking him in one hand, you slowly sank down on him, the bliss rushing over you again. Harry’s whimpers flooded your ears. You took his hands and placed them on your hips, looking for his guidance in this unknown territory to you. He gladly took you in his hands and helped rocked you back and forth, gripping hardest when you squeezed around him.

“Bloody fuckin’—,” he groaned as you rose up and ground down onto him, “Fuck, y/n!”

It was your turn to smirk as Harry turned to putty under you and quickly came undone.

A few more rolls of your hips and he was gone – a mess of grunts and the most wonderful moans spilled from his mouth.

“So … so fuckin’ good,” he sighed and you rose off of him. Harry laid breathlessly in your bed, skin glinting with a thin sheen of sweat. You crawled up to him, wincing at the pain that was already radiating from between your legs. Before you curled up next to him, he peeled off the condom and threw it into the bin beside your bed.

He took you into his chest, your head tucked neatly under his chin. He smelled like the most perfect combination of cologne, sex, and a hint of your strawberry shampoo. The two of you laid there for what seemed like forever, taking in the other. Harry occasionally pressed a kiss into your hair, and you snuggled in closer to him. His arms held you tightly there, not wanting to let you go.

“Thank you,” you whispered against his chest.

He pulled away from you to look down at you, smile pulling up slightly at the corners of his mouth, “Yeh really wanted it, right?”

Your lips turned to a playful pout, “Yes!” you laughed, “I promise.”

“Good,” he kissed your forehead, “Didn’t want that to be the only time we got to do that.”

A Shy Wild.

Request: Can you do an imagine where Harry and Y/N are dating and she’s really shy around him but then Y/N goes to a birthday party and Harry decides to show up as a surprise and catches her dancing like crazy and being wild idk LMAO I LOVE YOU

“Which one?” You held the two tops up, glancing back and forth between them and at Harry who stood in the clothing store with you. 

Harry hummed, his fingers on his chin as he inspected both. “Honestly? I think you’d look beautiful in either, love.” 

At the compliment, you blushed; lowering your head and letting your eyes turn to the ground to hide the shy smile on your face. 

Harry smiled in amusement. 3 months together and he was always amused by how shy you got around him and how flustered his little compliments made you feel. 

“I’ll just take the blue one.” You mumbled, instantly turning to hang the other top back and rushing to the cashier, leaving a giggling Harry behind. 


You groaned, dragging yourself towards the door which had someone knocking on it at 9 am which was too early for your Friday self. 

“Oh my God, I’m coming!” You screamed at the knocking. Well aware of your bed headed bun and disheveled pajamas, you opened the door to get it over with, rubbing your eyes. 

Harry looked at you lovingly, getting a bit gobsmacked at your appearance in a good way, feeling giddy that he was seeing a side of you he hadn’t seen. “Good morning, love.” 

Your eyes widened, looking at Harry,. All sleep was swept off of you as you let out a small shriek before running inside, leaving the door open for Harry before rushing to the room to make yourself look more presentable. 

Harry frowned slightely before getting inside and closing the door then followed you. He leaned on the doorframe of your bathroom, watching you brush your teeth. “You know you look cute in the morning, right? Sleepy and all.” He said. 

You rinsed your mouth, aware of the blush creeping in. “Uh, sorry about that.” You said quietly, beginning to take your hair down and holding your brush in your hands, avoiding his gaze. 

Harry chuckled, shaking his head before walking over you and taking a hold of your brush. “You’re my cute girlfriend in superman pajamas.” He hovered you, looking at you through the mirror as he began to gently brush your hair for you. 

As always, your reply was physical; a flustered face and a small giggle. 


“You sure you can’t come at all?” You frowned as you walked towards your Uber with Harry. “You know Dave would want you there.” 

“I’m sorry, love. It’s a last minute meeting to finalize some stuff for the tour.” Harry said, opening the door for you. “But you go and have fun. I’ll watch the stories on Instagram.” He added with a chuckle.

You sighed with shrug, “Alright. Good luck.” 

“Thanks, baby. Call me if you need anything, yeah? I can pick you up if Sandrah doesn’t drive you back.” Harry said before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. 

“Alright.” You nodded, getting inside the car, Harry closing the door for you. You both waved at each other with smiles before your driver drove off to the location. 

In all honesty, Harry was feeling ecstatic as he drove back from his meeting, glad that they worked stuff out early thus, making him have time to join his 7 months girlfriend and meet his friends. Not bothering to check any social media stories so he can see things live, Harry drove off to your mutual friend’s, Dave, rooftop where he held a birthday gathering. 

He could hear the music blasting from his car as he parked, chuckling as he heard his own “Kiwi” coming to an end. Getting out of his car, into the building and up to the roof, Harry greeted people left and right as he entered, eyes searching for his girlfriend. 

“Have you seen Y/N?” He asked your friend, Sandrah once he saw her. 

“She was dancing over there,” She pointed, “Let me just warn you, she drank 5 drinks which she thought didn’t have alcohol and she’s going wild.” 

Confusingly, Harry walked towards where she pointed, searching for you, his feet almost moving to the beat of Rihanna’s Wild Thoughts playing. And he spotted you; dancing with a red solo cup in the air with two of your friends as you chanted the lyrics. 

Harry approached you, putting a protective hand on your waist. He was surprised and amused as you shouted an excited “Harry!” before engulfing him in a tight hug. “Dance with me!” 

Still in awe at the confidence that you had surrounded yourself with, both of you holding hands as you threw your cup away, grooving together to the song as you sang loudly, Harry was feeling positively in love. 

“When I’m with you all I get is wild thoughts! Wild, wild, wild, wild, wild, wild, thoughts,” You swayed with your eyes closed, turning around and pressing your back to his chest, putting his hands on your stomach. 

You know this cookie is for the baking,” Harry sang in your ear, swaying with you. 

You giggled, twirling yourself around underneath his arm. “Am I drunk?” 

“Very, love. You’re very drunk.” Harry laughed, pulling you close to his chest. 

“Fuck it, right? You’re going to dance with me all night? Then all day, then all night, then all day, then all night, then all da-” Harry laughed before cutting you off with a kiss. 

“Fuck it.” He confirmed. 

“Hey, Harry?” 

Still swaying in each other’s arms unrythmatically to the song, Harry replied with a smile and a “Yeah?” 

“You know I love you, right?” You had blurted out with a serious face, completely shocking Harry.

Although he wanted to be the first to say it - when you were sober - and have it be incredibly romantic, Harry still couldn’t wipe the happy grin off his face. With a kiss to your head in glee, he said it back; “I love you, too, Y/N. I love you, too.” 


She’s My Girl

A/N: i don’t do smut, so don’t ask || enjoy ♥

Fandom: Disney Descendants

Boy(s): Harry Hook & Jay

Word Count: 1,381

Warning(s): Fluff

‘‘She was mine first!’‘

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