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Woc Series: Our Little Secret

Hey guys!! This imagine was requested where Y/N has nipple piercings!! As always, comment, give feedback, and ask questions! But most of all enjoy!!


It was nearing midnight, an old Drake song was reverberating through the air, and you were drunk.

You were holed up in Harry’s London flat in one of his black sheer tops, a bralette peeking through, with your favorite jeans on; a flute of champagne was set on the coffee table next to you, and you were sitting on the carpet across from Harry, both of you locked in an intense question game.

You bit at your bottom lip, tasting the bubbly liquid on its plump surface before narrowing your eyes and thinking of a question that you genuinely wanted to know the answer to.

“Favorite memory?” You finally asked before reaching for your champagne to take a sip, eyeing your best friend from over the brim.  You watched carefully as Harry’s face turned pensive, his green eyes becoming clouded with thought.

“Mmmm… good question, love. To be honest, I have so many great memories….” He hummed as he brought a hand up to rustle his short hair.

“I’m not gonna let you off the hook.  Come on Styles,” you teased, giggling lightly when he made a face at you.

“Probably when mum married Robin.  Seeing her so happy.  I often think about the joy on her face, and I use it kind of as a reference point…. I ‘ve been able to put that look on her face a couple of times before,” Harry nodded his head lightly, the green of his eyes becoming light as he told you.

You immediately smiled at Harry, feeling your heart lighten.  He was just so pure and genuine; a true gentleman.  You didn’t know why you thought he would say some memory with his old band, but you found that the one he told you was so much more him.  He was a family man in its truest form and it was no secret that he absolutely loved and adored Anne; you weren’t surprised by his answer.

Stuck in your thoughts, you caught yourself staring at him, at the way he smiled softly to himself causing his dimples to appear lightly and the way in which he crinkled his nose after messing with his hair. You quickly looked away and grabbed the glass again to take a long sip of the bubbly liquid, finding that it made your head lighter.

Harry reached for his beer bottle before taking a long swig of the brown liquid, no doubt thinking of a question.  You fixed him with a tipsy smile, your mind swimming as you watched Harry’s adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.  He was quite tipsy himself and you felt a blush flower across your cheeks as Harry set down the beer bottle before darting out his tongue to collect the excess liquid on his lips.

“Your turn,” you prompted, your voice coming out light and airy.

“Let’s see, poppet,” Harry scratched at the corner of his mouth with his thumb, a small smirk appearing on his lips.

“Favorite member of One Direction?” Harry grinned as he tried to hold back his laughter, his green eyes dancing impishly.

You rolled your eyes, giggling under your breath before adjusting Harry’s sheer top, letting one side fall off your shoulder.

“Definitely Niall,” you said, your tone and face serious.  You watched amused as Harry’s eyes bulged slightly and his mouth parted in surprise.

“I’m wounded…”

You laughed, covering your open mouth with your small hand. “You shouldn’t ask those type of questions, Haz.  You know how much I love to mess with you,” you giggled.

Harry eyed you carefully before shaking his head, chuckling slightly.  You watched as he took another long pull from his bottle, grimacing slightly at the sharp taste.

The song changed to an old Rolling Stones ballad, and Harry nodded his head lightly to the opening notes. His eyes were becoming more and more clouded by the drink that was in his hands, and his smile was broadening with every sip.

“Ok, Haz… are you going to grow back your hair?” You asked lightly, your mind fuzzy and your lips moving slowly.

“Of course.  Although I do quite like the short hair.. getting used to it.  But, I look better with the long hair, innit?”  Harry grew thoughtful causing you to laugh.  He was just so adorable with his furrowed brows and confused expression.

“I like your long hair better,” you confessed, reaching for your flute of champagne to finish it off.

Harry watched you as you swallowed it down.  “You want another?”

“How many glasses have I had?” You asked, trying to remember but not able to.

“I think you finished your third, love…” Harry pursed his lips in thought.

“Oh goodness,” you giggled lightly before shaking your head slowly.  “I probably shouldn’t.”

Harry simply shrugged at you before bringing the bottle up to his lips again and taking a pull of it.

“Ok, Y/N… Let’s see,” he hummed thoughtfully as he drew a hand through his hair.  “One secret that you never want your parents to know,” he gave you his infamous grin, his eyes lighting up.

You immediately began to blush from underneath your dark skin and you smiled sheepishly.

“Well…” you cleared your throat softly before looking around the room, your head spinning lightly.  “I sort of have some piercings…” you bit at your lip lightly, eyeing Harry as his face grew pensive and his eyes roved around the room.

“Okkkkkkk….” Harry drew out his response as he scratched at his eyebrow.

“As in like, nipple piercings……..” you whispered as softly as you could.

“I’m sorry?” Harry leaned forward towards you, his face alight with wonder; not sure if what he heard was correct.

“Nipple piercings,” you giggled, somewhat embarrassed.

“Jesus, poppet,” Harry’s voice deepened with an emotion that didn’t register in your drunken state.

“Yeaa,” you said sheepishly, feeling your face warm.  You pushed a few curls behind your ear, before bringing up your eyes to meet Harry’s. His eyes were wide with awe and his lips were curled up in a soft smile, his dimples popping.  He shook his head disbelievingly.

“That’s mental, Y/N. I’ve known you for years and yet somehow I didn’t know my best friend has nipple piercings,” Harry admonished, his tone serious.

“It was a secret.  I got them done my freshman year of college,” you rolled your eyes.  “Everyone was doing it and I thought they looked cute…” you smiled at the memory.

You watched lazily as Harry’s eyes shifted down to his sheer top, and the bralette underneath.  

“Are the piercings in now?”

You nodded slowly, your mind lagging from the amount of champagne you had consumed.

There looked to be a question on the tip of Harry’s tongue, and you waited a beat to see if he would ask it; however, he merely shook his head in disbelief before taking a large swig of his beer, tipping his head back to finish the bottle.

“You wanna see?”  You questioned softly, your voice barely covering the music playing in the background.

Harry immediately snapped his head back to face you, and his eyes took in your calm face, roving over your dark eyes to see if you were serious before his green orbs fell down to your lips, waiting to see if you would say that you were just joking.

It took him a second before he nodded slowly, his face turning a slight pink.

“Only if you’re comfortable though, love,” his speech was slightly slurred and the British tilt to his words warmed something deep inside you.

You nodded slowly at him and you found yourself smiling when you caught a grin making its way across his face.  “Ok,” you whispered before unbuttoning the sheer top all the way.  The air was warm around you and you ran a hand down your tummy, it was flat, but you still had love handles.  You quickly looked up at Harry again; he was entranced with your face, watching you; no doubt unsure if he should look at you yet.

With a slight breath in, you quickly took off your bralette; it was your favorite one, burgundy in color that complimented your brown skin nicely.  You sat up straight, bare in front of Harry, the metal of the piercings softly shining in the dim lights.

You heard Harry breathe shallowly and you raised your head to eye him carefully.  He was biting at his lips, his eyes trained on your nipples, his breathing ragged.

You took in a deep breath before huffing it out, looking down at your breasts.  They were of ample size, and the cool metal of the piercings accentuated the darker brown of your nipples nicely.  You tenderly brushed a finger over the nipple before cupping your breasts in your hands; they were perky but you still pulled them up a bit so that Harry could see better.

“Jesus Christ,” Harry muttered causing you to look up at him.  His expression was slightly pained and his chest was heaving up and down. There was something in his eyes that caused you to shift a bit from your position on the floor.

You watched as Harry brought out his tongue to dab at the corner of his mouth, and you blushed when he cleared his throat and looked away from your chest reluctantly.

“What have, um, your boyfriends thought of them?”  Harry’s voice came out rough and low as he asked you.

You brought your hands back to your sides, your bralette and Harry’s shirt thrown carelessly next to you. You chuckled lightly, your mind so fuzzy that you weren’t fully comprehending that you had no shirt or bra on.

“Well I’ve only had one boyfriend since getting them done…. Remember Bryan?” You watched as Harry nodded, his hand coming up to tug lightly at his short hair.  You cocked your head when you noticed that his hands had a slight tremor to them.

“Well… he really liked them,” you whispered before biting at your bottom lip, wondering why your body was growing hot.

“I’ll be honest with you, poppet. They’re sexy as hell,” Harry grunted out.  Hearing the rasp of his voice caused you to bring your arms around to cover yourself.  Your body was beginning to respond to his words and the tone of his voice, and even in your drunken state you knew that you were passing a crucial point of friendship.

“Thank you, Haz,” you fixed him with a crooked smile.

“I just wish you wouldn’t hide from me,” Harry nodded to your arms that were covering your chest. “I won’t bite unless you want me to,” Harry continued with a drunken smile.

“Are you hitting on me, Styles?” You giggled as you shook your head, feeling your curls swish around your shoulders.

“Possibly,” he shrugged, his eyes still dark.  He licked his lips quickly, causing you to look away.

“But yea so that’s my secret,” you said, your voice light.

“I have another question, my love…”

“Yea?” You swallowed.

“Did Bryan ever suck on them?”

“Excuse me?”  You were completely flustered.  You knew Harry was only being bold because he was so drunk, but it still caught you off guard.

You watched as Harry scooted over closer to you until his crossed knees were touching your own. You could smell the heady scent of him, and the alcohol on his breath.  His face was mere inches from your own and you could see the genuine curiosity splayed on his face.

You watched, frozen, as he leaned into you, placing one hand on your crossed arms, the other he placed on the apple of your cheek, caressing it softly.  Your breathing hitched and you watched as he gave you a crooked grin, his right dimple appearing.

“Poppet, I know you heard me…” he taunted you, his voice deep and smooth.  You breathed in a staggered breath, the musky scent of Harry invading your senses and leaving you in a stupor.

“I-I, Harry,” you whimpered quietly, your eyes locked on his.  You were entranced as his emerald eyes darkened and your breath hitched once more when they hardened.

“Did he suck on them, Y/N?” Harry asked you again, his voice soft.

You nodded, your stomach beginning to tingle and when Harry pulled softly at your arms, you gave no resistance, simply allowing him to see you again.

Before you could stop him, Harry moved your hair back from your neck.  He then immediately attached his mouth onto the side of it, right below your ear.  An involuntary moan worked its way from your mouth at the warmness of his mouth and his wet tongue as he tongued small circles into your neck.

“Harry,” you breathed heavily.  He pulled back to blow lightly onto your neck and you jumped slightly before feeling a tingling sensation just below your tummy.

“I won’t suck on you, Y/N. Because then I’ll want to do more,” Harry whispered into your ear.  You closed your eyes and surrendered to the feeling residing low in your belly and when he placed a chaste kiss underneath your ear once more, you whimpered.

“Poppet,” Harry’s said drunkenly, “tomorrow when we’re both sober, we’re going to have a serious conversation….. This was the last straw; I need to have you as my girl.”  Harry breathed loosely.

“We’re not in our right minds, but I’ve wanted to be with you for a long time now.  Are you listening, my love?”

You nodded fervently, his words seeming to slice through the drunken stupor that you were in.

Harry then reluctantly pulled away from you to grab his sheer top.  He lazily helped you put it on.

“Wait my bralette..” you said drunkenly.

“No, love.  You don’t need it.  I wanna see your piercings some more,” Harry told you earnestly.

Once the shirt was on Harry stood up before pulling you up which took a couple of tries because you were unsteady on your feet.

“Let me walk you to the guest bedroom…” Harry murmured softly, his voice still gruff.

“Carry me, please,” you demanded with a pout.  Harry rolled his eyes playfully before grabbing you slowly to pick you up bridal style.  You giggled slightly as he walked down the hall, his path shaky and curved.

“We’re so drunk, Haz….” You laughed aloud.  Before he could respond, he tripped over his feet and the two of you came tumbling down. You grunted as you fell on top of Harry.

A long beat passed before you broke out into laughter.  “Are you okay?” You asked between chuckles.

“Owwwww,” Harry whined from underneath you.

“Shutup Harry; you’re fine.” You rolled your eyes with a grin before looking down into Harry’s eyes. There were some flecks of gold in them, and you smiled at the softness in them.

Before you could stop yourself, you lowered your face down on his and captured his lips with your own. He tasted of strong beer, but his lips were still impeccably soft.  You felt as he brought his hand up to grasp the back of your neck, holding you against him. You licked at his bottom lip before you smiled into him.

You didn’t know if it was because you were inebriated or if it was because you had been harboring feelings for him for so long, but you felt buoyed, completely afloat.  And as you deepened the kiss, you knew you couldn’t wait until the next day.

ok um im so sorry like NOAH FENCE but……….  

niall: ey mate, proud of you

harry: why’s that exactly, niall?

niall: last two in the band to not have gotten a girl pregnant!



harry: true!

*nods and highfives*


haAhhhh the long awaited masterlist, here you go!

The requests 


How he kisses your neck

Your sex described in two words

You buy yourself lingerie 

Your favorite bralette

Insecure about your body even though you’re married 


*I wrote these when I was younger so some are cringe-y*


Niall Horan Smut: Sweet and Slow

Harry Styles Smut: PDA

Harry Styles Smut: Babysitter

Harry Styles Ft. Luke Hemmings Smut: Three is a Charm

Harry Styles Smut: Daddy

Niall Horan Smut: Cool for the Summer

Niall Horan Imagine: Catwalk

Harry Styles Smut: First time


My creations(All Harry Styles):

Sweet Little Rosie 

Sweet Little Rosie 2

Sweet Little Rosie 3

Sweet Little Rosie 4

Sweet Little Rosie 5

Sweet Little Rosie 6, coming soon


Drunk sex, P1 P2


French Boy P1 P2 P3 more parts soon



*More of my own creations coming very soon*


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Happy Birthday love! You deserve the best with your soft smile and beautiful self. Hope today was a good one ❤


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Woc Series: O Mary Don’t You Weep AU

Hey guys!! This is a requested imagine where Harry and Y/N are together during segregation.  There will be multiple parts to this imagine, and this first one is really just setting up the background info so that the next few parts have more drama in them.  I do want to warn you guys that there is mentioning of violence and one usage of the n word.  I’m definitely not a proponent of that word; however, it is used in context of the time and the particular event that happens in this imagine.  As always, comment, give feedback, and ask questions! But most of all, enjoy!! Xoxo


*1957 in the South*

 “O Mary don’t you weep, don’t you mourn…. O Mary don’t you weep, don’t you mourn…. Pharaoh’s army got drowned…. O Mary don’t you weep…”

The boisterous voices of the choir reverberated through the church as one solid echo, the old hymn being sung with unrequited emotion.  The humidity present within the space sapped up the notes and Mrs. Patty May’s shrill voice punctuated the air, setting herself apart from the rest.  You watched from your place in the second pew as your father nodded his head along to the old spiritual, his eyes closed and his foot tapping, keeping beat.

You wiped at the back of your neck, collecting small droplets of sweat with your handkerchief; the church didn’t have air conditioning and it was stifling despite it being late morning—it was early summer and already it was sweltering enough to force the townspeople to sit on their shaded porches in the afternoons.

As the choir’s voices faded out and the hymn came to an end, your dad stood up and walked over to his pulpit.  You felt your kid sister pinch your arm gingerly, causing you to flinch slightly before looking over at her with a scowl.

“Can I have another peppermint?” She whispered, her eyes wide as she asked.  You huffed lightly, but reached into your pocket for the last piece of candy before giving it to her.  “Don’t suck on it loudly, Daddy’s about to start preaching again…” you warned her quietly before turning back to listen to your father.

“Amen,” the deep baritone of your father’s voice resonated through the church, and he grinned when the church folk echoed him.

“God is good ain’t he? He allowed us to wake up today, so please can I get another loud Amen?”  Your dad wiped at his forehead with his handkerchief as people—old and young alike—raised their hands skyward and yelled “Amen!”

You clapped softly before nudging your friend, Robert, to do the same.  He had a bad tendency of falling asleep or forgetting to clap at the appropriate times, and you often helped him out.

“You wanna go to Mr. Johnson’s to get ice cream after this?” He nudged you back as he asked you quietly. You smiled before nodding, “sure.”


It was only an hour after church ended, and yet the air was humming with a heat that induced sluggishness. You watched, amused, as Robert kicked a small rock down the middle of the vacant street.  You licked lazily at the ice cream in your hand and hummed to yourself lightly.

“Have you heard from your brother?”  Robert looked back at you as he asked, his rock kicked a few steps ahead of him. You nodded, smiling faintly at the thought of your older brother.

“Harlem’s treating him just fine…. He’s trying to convince Daddy to let me come visit,” you gave Robert a tight-lipped smile, thinking of how stubborn your father could be.  You took another lick of your ice cream, the frozen treat acting as a perfect contrast to the sweltering heat that stuck firmly to your dark skin.

You heard Robert chuckle as he shook his head, “The day you go to Harlem… a southern gal like you…. that be the day them white folks catch me,” Robert looked back at you with a grin. Hating when he talked like that, you kicked one of the rocks in abundance in the road at the back of his shoes in defiance.

“Ayeee not my nice church shoes, woman!”  Robert grimaced before turning to walk backwards so that he could see you, forgetting about his kicking rock.  

“You know I hate when you talk like that..” you grumbled before taking another lazy lick at your ice cream; it was low enough in the cone so that it didn’t drip down your fingers, something that always happened to your kid sister.

“You know it’s just a joke, Y/N. They won’t touch me on this side of the tracks…” you watched as Robert stuck his hands into his pockets, his suit jacket slung over his broad shoulder and getting dirtied by the dust that the two of you were kicking up.  You narrowed your eyes at him and he made an annoyed face at you that caused you to roll your eyes.

“Still, it ain’t right to be talking like that… You ain’t got no reason to even say that tomfoolery,” you reprimanded him, your tone riddled with worry.  Robert had a habit of making offhand comments about white folks doing something to him, and it deeply troubled you.

The rest of the walk back to your home, right next to your father’s church, was quiet which was mainly your fault.  Robert had tried to lighten the mood and hold a conversation with you, but his words deeply stirred something inside of you that you couldn’t let go of.

You were so stuck in your head that you didn’t register that the two of you were standing at the steps to the house’s porch until Robert placed a hand delicately on your upper arm.

“Y/N…… I’m sorry, truly. I ain’t mean to make you like this. You look—well—you look like you seen a ghost.  Nearly as pale as a moon rock, woman.”  

You bit at your lip, trying to hide your grimace, before looking up at Robert.  The brown skin of his face had darkened from working on his father’s tobacco farm, his eyes a deep brown that matched his skin with a nice broad nose and full lips.  His hands were rough and calloused, and more than anything you wished you could see a future with him; that your summers would always involve going to Mr. Johnson’s for ice cream, and nudging each other at church.  You wished that you wanted him to be yours, so that you wouldn’t have to have nightmares about his foolish words.  But reality was harsh, and you knew that you’d never really belong to him.

Before you could stop yourself, you flung yourself into his arms and hugged him impossibly close. His muscled back flexed from underneath your small hands as he hugged you back immediately.  You breathed in the scent of him, a musky scent tainted by the tobacco, before pulling away.

“Thank you, Robert…. I’ll see you tomorrow…” you whispered before turning around and walking up the three concrete steps to the porch.  You turned to give him one last fleeting smile before you made your way inside the house; a dark premonition rooting itself deep in your belly.


It was past midnight by a few hours, and you were becoming nervous.

You were sitting on the ledge of your bedroom window.  The moonlight filtered in through the open window, allowing the cacophony of night critter sounds to waft inside your small room along with hot, humid air and the sweet scent of the tall country grass.  

You were staring off into the darkness, just barely able to distinguish where the sky met the earth, and as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth, your mind wandered with garish possibilities of what could have caused such a prolonged delay.

He was never late before.

You breathed in the humid air before trying to cover up a cough when it got stuck in your lungs. You furrowed your brows, willing for the signal to appear from across the horizon; you desperately needed it to especially after your mind had taken a dark turn because of Robert’s careless words.

You didn’t know how long you continued to wait, but the night critters’ songs turned to background noise and goosebumps were beginning to arise on your bare arms when you finally heard a promising sound, the low roar of his truck’s motor accompanied by the signal: headlights flashing twice before going dark.

With barely a passing glance aimed behind you, you excitedly jumped off the ledge and forward into the grass below.  Your house dress shifted around your ankles as you quickly made your way from the side of the house, diagonal through the tall grass—occasionally swatting at offending bugs—and towards your boyfriend of three months.

The trek to him always seemed impossibly long; a small path was worn into the grass from dozens of nights of doing the same thing, and yet the five hundred meters to get to the road, to him, felt like five hundred miles.

You picked up your pace when you saw him exit the old truck to lean against the driver’s side.  You knew his eyes were watching you; whenever he looked at you your skin livened and buzzed as if electricity ran through your veins.  As you got closer you could make out his short hair and straight, pointed nose, and his muscled arms crossed against his chest.

And then you were only a mere ten steps away, and you could make out the green of his eyes, sparkling emeralds that reflected the stars, and his skin, an even paler white in the moonlight.

“Harry,” you breathed his name like a secret caress, watching as he stepped forward and uncrossed his arms.

Before he could respond, you dashed into his arms, jumping slightly into his embrace.  You felt his muscles flex as he held you so that your face was a hair higher than his own.  You felt a genuine smile grace your face as you breathed him in.  His eyes were sparkling and slightly crinkled on the sides as he smiled up at you.

“Hey, darlin,” the deep huskiness of his voice was so familiar and comforting.

Smiling down at him, you lowered your face to his before capturing his lips with your own. You would never get used to the shock of kissing him for the first time in days—the way that his lips, so supple and soft, seemed to electrify and zap your own in a comfortable burn.  Or the way you could hear the unsteady thumping of your heart in your ears, drowning out the ragged breaths that the both of you took.  The sweet taste of Harry and his wet tongue seemed to bombard your senses almost as much as the nectarous scent that he emitted, and as he gripped the back of your head with a large hand to deepen the kiss, you completely surrendered yourself to him.

Eventually you pulled away slightly, gasping for air as Harry set you down.

“I missed you,” you whispered, bringing up a hand to caress his cheek.  You fixed him with a small smile when his eyes softened, his green orbs roving over your face as if he was committing it to memory.

“I missed you more,” he told you earnestly causing your smile to deepen.

You placed your hand on his other cheek before standing on your tiptoes to place a peck on his lips. You smiled as you pulled away. Harry grasped both of your arms in his hands as his eyes bore into your own.

“You okay, Haz?” There was something akin to sadness in his eyes for some reason.

You watched as he blinked rapidly as if he was trying to rid of it before he nodded at you slowly, his lips pursed slightly.  You were about to question him about it more when he breathed in deeply before giving you your favorite dimpled smile that lit up his whole face.

“Let’s go for a drive,” he offered pleasantly; he squeezed your arms lightly as he asked you and you nodded your head as you answered, “sure.”

Harry, always a gentleman, helped you into the truck, and you scooted to the passenger side, watching Harry’s lean, tall figure follow you into the old vehicle.  You adjusted yourself so that you were up against Harry, his warmth a steady presence.

He started up the engine, keeping the headlights off precautionarily before pulling off from the side of the road and back onto the right side.

“Can we go onto your side of the tracks tonight?” You wondered aloud as you looked at Harry’s side profile, his eyes intently on the road.  However, when you asked, his eyes darted towards you quickly and flashed with something like fright before he turned back towards the road.

The truck was moving at a lackadaisical pace in the direction that took you further into your part of town causing you to furrow your brows slightly.

“Haz…” you murmured before reaching out for his arm.  The windows were down and slight breezes rustled loose tendrils about your face, his own hair whipping around.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, darlin…” Harry muttered, his tone off.  You pouted slightly, sensing that he was keeping something from you.

“Why not?” You pushed for an answer before laying your head against his shoulder, watching as Mr. Johnson’s general store passed by in the rearview mirror.

“It’s just… not that safe over there right now,” Harry peeked down at you for a beat, watching as you bit at your bottom lip.

“Ok,” you murmured.  A long moment of silence passed before you reached for the truck’s stereo to turn it on.

Immediately, the husky voice of Billie Holiday crooned softly as it invaded the compacted space.

“It cost me a lot, but there’s one thing that I’ve got….. It’s my man….”

A smile instantly graced your face as you heard the song.

“I can’t believe they’re playing this song.  It’s so old!” You exclaimed happily; it was your favorite Billie Holiday song; one that you owned on vinyl and listened to often.

You hummed along to the melody and closed your eyes before breathing in the musky scent of Harry’s truck; he had worked in his family’s bakery earning enough to eventually buy the old truck.  Sometimes the motor lagged, but it was all his and he was extremely proud of it.

You felt as Harry decreased his speed and pulled onto the side of the road again.  You opened your eyes when he drove carefully into the grass, the rougher terrain causing you to rock slightly in your seat.  He drove his usual one hundred yards or so into the open field, far enough away from the main road and anyone who would be out at this time of night.

You watched Harry turn off the engine with tense movements, and you frowned slightly when the two of you were thrown into silence.

“Haz,” you murmured, your tone coming out worried as you brought your other hand to rest on his arm. “Tell me what’s going on,” you cooed.

“I just love you so damn much, Y/N…” Harry grimaced lightly, his voice coming out gruff.  You felt your heart skip a beat as it always did whenever he expressed his love for you.

“I love you too,” you whispered, your heart melting as he turned towards you, his light eyes glistening.

“And I mean it, too. I ain’t gonna ever stop feeling this way, darlin….”  You smiled lightly at his words, rubbing his arm in soothing gestures.

“We’ll be okay, Harry,” you whispered, trying your best to ease his mind with your words.

You pursed your lips when he took in a shaky breath and furrowed your brows when he removed his hands from the steering wheel, noticing that they were shaking softly.

Harry sniffed lightly before turning his head to look out his window, hiding his pained expression from you.

“Everytime we sneak out we run the risk of getting caught… No one will care that we are in love. They’ll just see a white man and a negro woman….” Harry’s voice was hoarse, his words putting a chill in your spine.  You took a deep, steadying breath as your eyes began to sting with the beginning stages of tears.  You hadn’t had this conversation with him for weeks, but it always lingered over the two of you, weighing the both of you down.

With a careful hand, you reached up to run your fingers through his hair affectionately.  You felt the silkiness of it, so different from your own, and you fixed him with a watery smile when he turned towards you again, his face distraught.

“We’ll figure it out, Haz,” you whispered to him, completely believing your words.

With wide, earnest eyes you watched as Harry brought a trembling hand to the apple of your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your soft skin.

You leaned into his hand before moving towards him to lay your head on his chest.  Even through his shirt, you could hear the steady beating of his heart; a sound that you loved more than anything in the world.  Harry began to rub your back in large circular motions, and you placed a chaste kiss to the base of his throat lovingly.

“We’ll be ok,” you breathed as you closed your eyes, surrendering yourself to the calm feelings that took over you.  You listened to Harry’s breathing as it steadied.

There was something so enchanting about being with him in the silence of the truck.  The way in which time seemed to stop and the warm air wafted through the windows, bringing with it the sounds of nighttime critters and the sweet scents of summertime.  If you opened your eyes you would be able to see the stars, grouped in sparkling constellations.  You felt the calming rise and fall of Harry’s chest as he breathed from underneath your cheek, and every few minutes he would drop a kiss to the top of your head, his warm lips causing small grins to play across your face.  Rarely did the world ever feel perfect, but in these moments it felt irrevocably right.

You didn’t know how long the two of you stayed liked that, perfectly content with being in each other’s arms, but you opened your eyes and frowned lightly after some time when you heard the loud roar of multiple engines.  

You looked out through Harry’s window to see the far off flashes of headlights on the main road. Immediately a cold dose of fear ran up your spine to kiss the back of your hairline.  You quickly looked up at Harry to find his face pulled down in a frown. He sat up, his eyes trained on the empty road, the roar of the motors getting louder, the headlights illuminating the black of the road.

“We’re far enough off the road, right?” You whispered, highly concerned.  This wasn’t the first time that something like this happened, but the motors seemed louder, and you were always put on edge despite the proximity.

Harry’s eyes were trained on the road and he hushed you softly, his brows pulling in.  Your breathing halted, your chest beginning to burn from the lack of oxygen, and yet you didn’t dare make a sound.  Needing to feel safe, you grabbed Harry’s hand in the dark, squeezing it lightly and finding a small ounce of comfort in the warmth and sizeable nature of his hand.

With wide, frightened eyes, you watched the side of Harry’s face, at his downturned lips and the way his green eyes narrowed with focus.  His breathing was shallow, so shallow that your dark eyes dropped to his chest to see if he was even breathing.

However, your eyes shot up to the road when the roaring engines got closer—so close that you could have sworn the heat from them reached the cab of the truck—and you watched as three old trucks zoomed by, completely oblivious, they’re headlights barely having time to illuminate what was in front of them.

Your breath came out shaky as they passed and their motors died out.  Your eyes swung back up to Harry.  He looked like he had seen a ghost—his skin was clammy and pale, and his eyes held a wild look in them—you had never seen him like this before.

Quickly reaching out to place the back of your hand against the small space of his forehead, you proceeded to repeatedly asked him if he was alright.

It took a minute for him to respond to you, and his words came out tumbling over each other.

“Harry,” you called out his name, your voice quivering.  Something was not right and you were beginning to become scared.

“I need to get you home, Y/N,” His deep voice usually deep and steady came out frantic.

“What we’ve barely had time to even be in each other’s company…”

“Goddammit, Y/N!  I knew I shouldn’t have come to get you!” Harry’s outburst made you jump.  Blinking quickly, surprised, you grew confused.

“Harry,” your voice came out steadier than you felt.  “What is going on?” You asked again, your voice barely a whisper.

“They killed a boy,” Harry breathed out, his voice broken.  “They killed him.” He lowered his head to the steering wheel, his chest heaving in a broken sob.

Your blood immediately ran cold, your mind becoming light as if you were no longer controlling it.

“Who?” You asked quietly, your voice still remarkably unshaken.

“I don’t know, but apparently he’s been with a white girl from town.  Joseph, Billy, everybody went nigger hunting tonight and found him on our side and he was touching her… Jesus Christ.  They attacked him and lynched him,” Harry’s voice came out breathy and muffled but you heard every word that he uttered; each one was like a knife to your soul.

With shaking fingers you felt your wet cheeks, your body somehow frozen with the information that he presented you with.  You tried your best to take in a deep breath of air, but you choked slightly and wheezed, trying to regain your breath.

You didn’t know how long you stared at Harry with wide eyes and a gaping mouth but the tears on your cheeks eventually began to dry leaving white paths on your cheeks, and your breathing returned to normal.  You looked away from Harry for a split second before turning back towards him, your body just going through the motions.  He was beginning to breathe normally again but he was still leaned over the steering wheel.

Stiffly, you reached out to him and pulled him back, finding little resistance from his body.  Your face softened as you took in his red-rimmed eyes and his damp cheeks.  His eyes were distraught and you vaguely felt a pang in your heart.

Slowly, you leaned over to him before leaving a closed-mouth kiss on his lips, tasting the saltiness on his lips.  You pulled back before he returned the kiss, and breathed out a ragged breath.

“Can you drive?” You cleared your throat as you eyed Harry.  He looked so detached, but he eventually nodded at you, his eyes fixed on his lap.

“Can you please take me home?” You whispered as you felt tears begin to swim in your eyes again. You fiddled with the fingers that were in your lap, feeling like your body was being ripped apart but not feeling a thing.

Harry didn’t respond, but he started the old engine before accelerating slowly to get back onto the road. You tried to do your best to breathe in the saccharine sweet air, but each breeze that entered the cab chilled you and the critters sang acheful songs.

You watched, blankly, as Harry drove up on your house, only to feel the sharp pang of fright to run through your bloodstream once more.  The trucks you had seen were all parked in the church’s front lawn haphazardly.

You barely made out your mother’s figure as she turned around, alerted by the sound of the vehicle, her face tormented.

“Y/N!!” She shrieked, her eyes wide with something akin to distress.

Without thinking, you opened the door of the truck and jumped out, sprinting to your mother.  Her dark face was tired and hysterical, and you quickly urged her away from the direction of the truck so that she wouldn’t see Harry.

“Where have you been? Whose truck is that?” Her voice came out frenzied, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.  You quickly looked over your shoulder to see that Harry was gone, and you let out a breath that you had been holding since he told you what happened earlier.

“Mamma, what happened? Why are all these people at the church?” You looked around her and saw most of the men of the town coming together in a large group.  Their faces were dark with anger.  Your eyes searched for Robert, and you breathed lightly when you saw that he wasn’t there.  You prayed that he was home watching over his mother; she was older and needed assistance during the days and nights.

“Something terrible has happened..” Your mother cried out as she tried to push you towards the house.

“There’s been a lynching,” she continued gravely.  “They going to get the body and bring him home to his mamma.”

You felt chills erupt across your whole body.

“Jesus,” you murmured, your words shaky.

“But, Y/N.  There’s something else…”  Your mother sat you down on the steps of the porch, her voice fighting to be as comforting as possible.

Your mind was so fuzzy that you simply nodded up at her, your eyes wide, taking her in.

“I don’t want you to hear this from anybody else.  I’m so sorry, baby….” You looked at your mother, your mind muddled and being splayed as confusion on your face.

You watched as your mother’s face broke down and a few tears escaped from her dark eyes.

“Y/N…. it was Robert. He’s dead.”

Before you could react, your body lurched and you blacked out, your head hitting the hard concrete of the porch steps.


Harry Styles Lockscreens

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#1 - Your First Date Outfit

#2 - You Dye Your Hair

#3 - Your Bikini

#4 - You Guys Go To The Beach

#5 - He Gets You A Pet

#6 - His Lockscreen

#7 - How He Proposes

#8 - Your Engagement Ring

#9 - Your Wedding Dress

#10 - His Favorite Nails On You

#11 - He Buys You Shoes

#12 - How You Guys Sleep

#13 - Airport Goodbyes

#14 - Your Coachella Outfit

#15 - He Buys You A Stuffed Animal

#16 - Your Lazy Day Outfit

#17 - What He Gets You For Your Birthday

#18 - Meeting His Parents Outfit

#19 - The Hat He Gets You

#20 - You Guys Build A Blanket Fort

#21 - Your Little Black Dress

#22 - You Go To A Premiere With Him Outfit

#23 - Your Workout Outfit

#24 - He Posts A Picture Of You On A Plane

#25 - Where He Takes You On Vacation

#26 - You Guys On Your Vacation

#27 - You Guys At The Pool

#28 - Your Sunglasses

#29 - Your Adidas Outfit

#30 - The Purse He Gets You

#31 - Your Summer Outfit

#32 - Sweatshirt He Gets You

#33 - Your House

#34 - Picture He Posts Of You Guys On Insta

#35 - His Favorite Selfie Of You (Madison Beer Edition)

#36 - Your Favorite Crop Top

#37 - His Favorite Long Dress On You

#38 - Your Winter Outfit

#39 - Your Fall Outfit

#40 - He Takes You To A Concert (Outfit)

#41 - You And Your Baby

#42 - Your Favorite Makeup Look

#43 - Family Pic (Hembrow Family Edition)

#44 - You And Your Daughter

#45 - You And His Sibling(s)

#46 - Your Couple Costume

#47 - He Takes A Pic Of You And Your Friend(s)

#48 - Your Outfit For His Bday

#49 - Outfit You Wear While On Tour With Him

#50 - Where He Likes To Kiss You

#51 - Your Friend Tweets a Pic of You Two

#52 - How You Guys Hug

#53 - Him And Your Son

#54 - Your Christmas Together

#55 - Your New Years Eve Outfit

#56 - His Favorite Outfit on You

#57 - His Insta Post For Your Bday

#58 - Baby Bump

Woc Series: His Light

Hey guys!! This a requested imagine that involves Harry and Y/N meeting at the Brits and Harry being smitten.  Like always, ask questions, give feedback, comment, but most of all enjoy!! Xoxo


You had never seen lights so bright before.

They seemed to outshine even the grand lights of London that sparkled and glittered from miles away. Eclipsing the starlight, the lights radiated warmth onto your bare back and caught every subtle brush of your dress against your legs as the night’s breeze whisked around you.

The bright lights made you look radiant, your beauty letting off an effervescent glow that was captured with every flash of the cameras that stayed trained on you: the U.K.’s newest star.

It was your first appearance at the famed award show and your stylists had gone above and beyond their pay-grade.  You felt like you had stepped out of a fairytale.  Your backless golden dress was silky against you, glittering against your brown skin when it caught the light, and the sultry slit that ran the length of the gown exposed the smooth skin of your leg and the designer shoes that adorned your feet.  You were a sight to behold and it seemed as if everyone’s eyes were trained on you.

As you gradually made your way down the carpet—which was redder than you had expected—you occasionally stopped to give insider interviews, blushing amidst smiles as you received endless praise for your first studio album being nominated.

It hadn’t fully hit you yet that you were at the Brits.  You were just a girl from a small town in the U.K. with big dreams and a voice.  And you were rendered breathless as you looked around you; just a couple of years ago you were singing covers to the songs of artists that you were now rubbing elbows with.  Your life had been flipped in the most absurd and beautiful way and you were grateful.


A flash went off and you turned over your shoulder to see an eager interviewer beckoning you over with hurried hands, her corresponding camera already on you.  You walked over carefully as not to trip in your heels.

“Hi,” you smiled before leaning in to kiss the interviewer’s cheeks sweetly.

“Y/N, love!  How are you feeling?”  The woman gushed excitedly.

“Nervous,” you chuckled as you twisted a gold ring around your thumb with your other finger, still not used to all of the attention.

“Well you look stunning, darling!  Who are you wearing if I might ask?”

“Vera Wang,” you smiled as you opened up your body to showcase the beautiful gown; it caught one of the many bright lights and began to glitter, causing the spritely interviewer to ooh and ahh.

“Looking to find a husband, perhaps?  Wearing Vera Wang?”  She giggled as you awkwardly coughed, not sure how to answer.

“No, no,” you assured her lightheartedly, trying your best to ignore the black screen of the camera that was aimed at your face.

“Well are you smitten with any of the dashing lads here tonight?  Do tell!”

You let out a genuine laugh after hearing her question.

“Well, everyone looks so wonderful tonight.  I guess I’m quite smitten with them all,” you appeased her warmly, watching as her face broke into a grin.

“Well, I just had the most fascinating discussion with someone who is quite enamored with you! The poor lad couldn’t stop gushing about how big of a fan he is of you!”

You felt a blush flower across your face and you fought the urge to smile.  Someone enamored with you?  You weren’t even a proper celebrity.

“Really?” You were genuinely puzzled by her statement and quite flattered.

“Oh yes!  In fact he’s looking our way right now!  How about I invite him over!”  The interviewer yelled happily as your eyes widened.

Before you could tell her to stop she had locked eyes with someone behind you and started to wave him over frantically.  You didn’t have time to look over your shoulder before you felt a large, warm hand rest upon the small of your back, causing you to jump slightly.

With quick movements you looked to the tall man standing beside you and nearly lost your breath.

You took in his shorter hair and pointy nose.  He was taller in person and with his fitted tuxedo he looked regal.

And then his green gaze met yours and you were sure your mouth dropped.

Harry Styles.

Your mind suddenly made the connection that this was the man enamored by you, and as you looked up at him, your eyes wide, you were sure that your heart had stopped beating.  He seemed too beautiful to be real, and suddenly you felt your body warm underneath his jade gaze.  His eyes were fixed solely on you and as he fixed you with a soft smile and two dimples popped into his cheeks you felt your heart sputter before regaining a rhythm.

“Hi, I’m Harry,” his voice was like honey, slow and pure, and your breath caught in your throat as you nodded at him.

“Y/N,” you introduced yourself, your name rolling off your tongue awkwardly.   You were more than star-struck, and you were sure he knew it.

“Awww, look at the two of you,” the interviewer gushed, her eyes moving from your form to Harry’s excitedly.

“I let her in on our little secret,” she stage-whispered to Harry and as you glanced up at the handsome man standing next to you, you saw the apples of his cheeks redden.  He hid a soft chuckle as he brought his free hand’s thumb up to scratch the area right beside his mouth before sticking out a pink tongue to wipe at his bottom lip.  You looked away quickly.

“I guess it’s not that much of a secret now,” he chuckled as he rubbed the small of your back.  You felt his metal rings that were cool against your back, and you felt goosebumps erupt across your skin.

The interviewer merely winked at the two of you and with a polite smile your eyes cut to the camera. You saw your reflection in the dark mirror of the camera screen and your heart skipped as you saw Harry’s arm around you and your smaller frame standing next to his.  The two of you looked impressive together; the contrast of your darker skin glowing against his lighter one.  Your dark hair cascaded down your shoulders in soft curls and the tip of your head reached the bottom of his chin.  You fit perfectly together, and you were being broadcasted across the U.K. as such.

You dipped your head down before looking up at Harry’s profile.  His sharp jaw and pointed nose, the slope of his cupid’s bow and a deep dimple that appeared when he felt your heavy gaze on him.

“Oooh, I think there’s a connection!”

The interviewer’s chirpy voice brought you back to reality, and with your cheeks burning you bit the inside of your cheek.

“You saw it too,” Harry jokingly asked with a smirk that caused your cheeks to redden even more. You didn’t know what to say and as every second passed you felt your breaths get shorter and shorter.  You looked up at the interviewer’s eager expression, no doubt waiting for you to join in the witty conversation, but you simply gave a polite smile and nodded nervously.

Before the interviewer could get in another word, Harry hummed before saying, “I think they’re rallying us in now.  If you’ll excuse us,” he said warmly.

“Oh…. Of course! Well, have fun you two and congratulations on both of your nominations!”  She cried out as the both of you turned around. You looked back over your shoulder, finding that the camera had zoomed in on the two of you.  You let out a slight wave before turning back around.

You let Harry guide you to a quieter place on the red carpet and you grew puzzled.

“Isn’t it time to go inside?” You murmured softly, your heart still sputtering behind your ribcage due to the fact that Harry hadn’t removed his hand from your back yet.

“Not until another ten minutes or so..”  A devilish grin appeared across his face as if he knew something you didn’t.  

You looked up at him curiously as he looked down at your expression.  The chatter of the red carpet whirred around you and the light was still as bright as ever and yet as his eyes roved over your face, he was the only thing that you registered.

“I just thought to spare both of us from a bit of embarrassment,” he smiled kindly at you.

“Oh,” you blushed as you looked up into his gentle green eyes.

“It’s always a bit strange to meet someone in front of a camera for the first time,” Harry told you earnestly.  You smiled at him, a genuine one as you realized he practically saved you from humiliating yourself on camera.

“Thank you,” you murmured up to him, smiling politely as the bright lights caught golden flecks in his green eyes.

“I promise I’m not some creep who stalks you.  I just think your work is amazing.  You write your own songs, yea?”  Harry’s voice came out deep and genuine as he asked you, his thumb rubbing circles in your back.  You wondered if he even noticed.

“Yes,” you nodded.  You had written every single piece on your debut album and having Harry acknowledge that caused a deep sated happiness to root deep in your belly.

“We should get in the studio together,” he smiled down at you shyly, as if you would turn him down.

You nodded enthusiastically, smiling to yourself at his sweet demeanor.

“I’m scaring you aren’t I?” Harry’s voice came out tenderly.

“No, it’s not that,” you shook your head at him, feeling your heart drop as his pink lips turned down. “It’s just the lights are so bright and I’ve never been on a red carpet before,” you coughed out honestly.

You looked up to Harry, noticing his pensive expression.  You looked around you and noticed that people were beginning to file into the 02, and somehow you grew sad that your time with Harry was about to end.

“If I find you after the show, will you be willing to spend some time with me?”  Harry quickly asked you as someone walked past and touched his shoulder, no doubt telling him to start to head into the arena.  You raised your eyebrows at his question but nodded quickly.

“Sure,” you blinked as he was pulled away from you by a group of what you assumed to be his friends. Instantly the place where his hand had been felt cool and it seemed as if the glow that had surrounded your world had been turned down a notch; he brought a light with him and now that he was gone the light went with him.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you followed the crowd and into the 02.


True to his promise, Harry found you as the lights came back up and Adele finished her last performance of the night.

With his Brit in hand, he carefully grasped your shoulder in his large, free hand.  


You turned towards him with wide eyes.

“Harry, it’s not properly over yet,” you whispered to him, your eyes excitedly drinking in his form, the way his hair fell forward into his face as he leaned into you and the way in which his green eyes seemed electric.

“No one really stays for the very end..” he smirked, his dimples popping into his cheeks rendering you breathless.

You pinched your eyebrows together as with cautious eyes you looked around at your neighbors.  Leona Lewis was to your side trying her best to ignore the two of you and you awkwardly looked back up at Harry whose face was alight with hope.  Sighing you nodded your head before saying, “ok…”

You didn’t know where Harry was going to take you but as you took his hand you became excited at the possibilities.  You definitely weren’t expecting to end up at the top of a London skyscraper after taking a sleek car back to the city and sweet talking a security guard.

“I probably should have asked if you had a fear of heights…” Harry smiled back at you as you walked slowly after him, your heels clicking in the silent air.

“I’m good,” you chuckled as you looked at the back of his figure.

“I’m not too fond of heights, but I always come by here after the Brits.”  

You watched as he walked into the center of the roof before sitting down with a sigh.

“Why?”  You followed his movements, sitting down carefully when he offered you his hand for stability.

“Thank you,” you murmured as you sat down beside him.

He didn’t answer and you quickly looked over at him, a blush rising across your face as you noticed him watching you, a smile present on his face.

“It puts things in perspectives, yea?  Like, being up here puts me closer to the stars and the universe, and I don’t know,” he shook his head.  “It just makes me feel small which I think is good for me.  I don’t want to get so big that I feel like I’m bigger or better than other things, you know?”

You watched as he looked down at the Brits Award in his hands.  He squeezed the award in his large hands before setting it down between the two of you.

“I understand.  It’s mad because I’ve looked up at the night sky so many times wishing for what I have now.  And then a couple years later the sky hasn’t changed yet where I am has.”  You looked up at the dark expanse of the night sky, at the millions of stars that seemed so far off.

“Life is so crazy…” you murmured, your dark eyes reflecting the starlight.  You heard Harry hum in agreeance and you slowly looked over to him to see his eyes intently trained on you, your face and the way you looked up at the sky with such wonder.

Blushing you pulled at a curl before letting it spring back up near your shoulder.  “Congrats on your award,” you wanted to touch the smooth award and as you looked up at Harry with the question in your eyes he nodded at you.

It was heavier than you had imagined, but it was smooth and you tried to hide your face from expressing the sadness that had rooted itself inside of you.  You had been nominated, but hadn’t won and although you knew you wouldn’t, you couldn’t help but hope.

“Do you want it,” you heard Harry shift as he tucked a long leg underneath him.  You immediately frowned.


“Do you want it?”  You looked over at him, your brows pulled together at his earnest manner.

“Harry, I can’t take this from you…”

“You deserve it,” he shrugged easily, his eyes still on you and your expression.

“If I deserved it then I would have gotten the award,” you murmured as you turned it over in your hands. You heard Harry sigh before you turned to look over at him as he turned his face to the sky, closing his eyes.

“You should take it, Y/N. To get you started,” Harry tried to reason.  At his words, you took a breath and looked over the beautiful award.  At its figure.  You thumbed over the indentations and took a breath.

“I want you to..” you heard Harry’s deep voice urge you.

Suddenly, Harry was right next to you and with wide eyes you watched his eyes take you in.

“You’re talented, and beautiful, and you deserve the award.  I want to give it to you, and once you get your own you can give it back if you choose, but I know that you’ve worked hard and you wrote your own songs, and you’re just beautiful-“

“You said that twice,” you whispered, captured by his words.

Harry looked over at you, a blush making its way across his face and warming his cheeks.  A light breeze whisked through the air and rustled his hair about his head and you wished you could take a picture of him.  He was artwork, and somehow he made you feel very special, and with him so close you could see a hidden emotion present in his eyes.

He looked down, breaking your contact, and you suddenly wanted to reach out to him.

“I’m making a bloody fool of myself…” he shook his head at himself.

“No,” you smiled at him, keeping your voice light.

“The truth is, I’m quite smitten and I don’t know why but I want to gift you with the award, almost like a token of my honor.  I want to help you get started; you have true talent, and I do this thing where I ramble but I’m a slow talker…”

His words prompted your smile to grow and you caressed the award in your hands.

“I’ll accept it.”

You watched as an expression of relief played across Harry’s face before a smile lit up his eyes.

“Thank you.”

You nodded at him before laying back against the cold concrete of the roof, your golden gown splaying around you, glittering in the starlight.  

“Promise to keep it by your bedside,” Harry joked, a smirk appearing between his two dimples.

“I promise,” you laughed.

There was something so kindred about this man that you couldn’t help but feel yourself grow quite smitten with him as well.  And as the lights of London sparkled around you, you found yourself falling for the stars reflecting in his green eyes.  At the beginning of the night you thought you had never seen lights so bright, but laying here with Harry you knew that you had found the brightest light of them all.