harry you are too sweet stop

And out of the end of his wand burst, not a shapeless cloud of mist, but a blinding, dazzling, silver animal. He screwed up his eyes, trying to see what it was. It looked like a horse. It was galloping silently away from him, across the black surface of the lake. He saw it lower its head and charge at the swarming dementors…. ” Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Inspired by this particular headcanon, I couldn’t stop thinking of Harry having a tattoo of a lily on his rib - representing his mother who saved his life and also his daughter who life he constatly safes. Narcissa Malfoy saved him too so a flower is something that I imagine Harry craving in his skin (no matter how cliché you might think it is). It’s sweet and pure and it’s the contrast of dark, violent moments of his life. I really enjoy this concept and I couldn’t help but draw it today.

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Stood up~ Harry Styles imagine

Originally posted by thedailystyles

Summary: you’ve been stood up by your asshole of a boyfriend and a cute boy haired boy comes to rescue you from embarrassment 

You had been waiting for your boyfriend, Jake for what seemed to be hours now. You guys had dinner reservations at a fancy restaurant to celebrate your recent job promotion.

“Miss, are you ready to order now?” The waiter asked for the third time.

“No, I’m pretty sure my boyfriend will be here soon.” You answered, still hopeful that Jake would show up.

You gotten all dressed up for this event as well, a cute black dress with some subtle pumps. You thought tonight was going to be special, but clearly it wasn’t special to Jake.

Another thirty minutes passed. People were were starting to give you apologetic looks, like they knew you were stood up, which only made you feel worse.

Just as you were about to leave, a tall boy with brown hair came rushing to your table saying, “I’m so sorry I’m late, babe. Traffic is awful right now.”

You were confused confused to say the least.

The brown headed boy then sat down at the table and quietly said, “I’m Harry, just go with it yeah? Whoever stood you up is an ass.”

You giggled, “I’m Y/N.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you.” Harry said.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked.

Harry explained how he had been waiting for a table with his mother and sister when he saw you all alone. He said that he saw that you looked upset, “I didn’t want to see you leave here with a frown on your face, I know how getting stood up feels.”

“Thank you for doing this.” You said.

“No need to thank me, the pleasure is all mine.” Harry said.

You finally got a good look at this boy and he was attractive. ‘This might not be so bad after all.’ You thought to yourself.

The waiter came around again, “well, look who finally showed up.”

“All my fault,” said Harry, “the traffic was really bad and I left my house late.”

You giggled again, this boy is something else.

During the rest of the dinner you found that you and Harry had lots in common, you guys were both the same age, liked the same bands and music and had similar hobbies and interests.

When you found out that Harry was a musician you told him, “well now you have to play me one of your songs.”

To which he replied, “all in good time, love. All in good time.”

When the check came Harry insisted that he pay it even after fighting about it for ten minutes he didn’t budge, “no let me. It will be my treat.” He said.

Leaving the restaurant you noticed how good of a time you had time with Harry. Actually it was probably the best unplanned date you’ve had in a while. Harry was funny, sweet and he was the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

“I really had fun tonight, thank you so much.” You said to Harry, who was walking to you to your car.

“Me too, like I said whoever stood you up is an ass.” He said.

You stopped in front of your car, “you could say that again.”

Harry chucked and looked down, “I’d really like to do this with you again sometime, like on a real date.”

You smiled and said, “I’d like that too.”

it’s only fair | h.s. imagine


☼ fluff!!

// after a few unfortunate events, harry and y/n find themselves at the fair and have some much needed fun


It was a hot day. Like a really hot day.

It’s times like these when Harry appreciates his short hair and doesn’t miss his heavy curls one bit. Sweat glistens on his face from the bright fair lights surrounding him and y/n. She’s sweating too but somehow the sheer layer of sweat coating her skin makes her look like a goddess. He thinks y/n looks like a goddess in all states– even in her frazzled and annoyed state, like this morning and afternoon.

The day did not start off the way Harry and y/n would’ve liked it to. For starters, the power died in the middle of the night which left the two of them in a puddle of sweat in the morning due to the lack of air conditioning. This did not leave y/n in a good mood. Her hair was frizzy and the shine on her face made her feel disgusting. She walked around the house in nothing but her bra and panties, trying to prevent sweat marks from appearing under her arms and around her thighs, which left Harry quite frustrated with her but did nothing about it, deeming it too hot for sex. Harry later decided that if he wasn’t going to get any sex, he was going to get food. He looked inside the fridge at least 6 times, which made y/n yell at him because she was sure that all of the food would spoil if Harry continued to open and close the fridge. So instead of boiling in their sauna, Harry suggested the two go out to grab lunch and maybe see a movie in an air conditioned theater.

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Scars We Carry

Request by: Anonymous

“ Please write about the first time after Draco and Harry start dating that they finally have sex after waiting a long time and Harry sees Draco’s scars and breaks down.”

°One Shot

°Pairing: Drarry (Draco x Harry)

°Warnings: NSFW/Harsh Language

°Note: Plays in 8th year!

                                           ~Scars We Carry~


Nervous was probably the best word to describe the state Draco was in at the moment.

Sex was supposed to feel good, right? Especially when you do it with the one you love.

But hell, the Slytherin was so nervous as he sat on his bed of his own dorm down in the dungeons. 

Harry and Draco have been dating for quite some time now. It’s been a rough time, and ever since the fire in the Room Of Requirement and what happened in the war, Draco has felt oddly attracted to the Gryffindor.

 So when they saw each other again in the Hogwarts Express to start a new year in their well known school, his feelings were all over the place.

However, eventually, he found out that Harry might be attracted to him as well, so he made a move and boom; they immediately fell in love, and since the dark lord wasn’t a thing anymore, there was no one that could stop them from becoming the probably cutest couple in the wizard world.

But Draco never felt ready to take it further than hot kissing sessions in his bedroom.

And Harry always respected that, even tho he clearly wanted it.

There just was something about all the time that caused Draco to have some trust issues. 

Now, however, he felt ready; just how would he explain this to Harry?

A knock on the door ripped Draco out of his thoughts and with a short “come in”, Draco laid back on his bed.

Harry, looking like a complete mess, walked inside and jumped in the bed, resting his head on his lover’s shoulder.

“You tired?”

The brown haired boy only nod his head and kissed Draco on the cheek.

“Quidditch is much harder now that I’ve missed it for a year.”

He sighed and cuddled Draco’s side, a small smile on his face.

“What have you been up to, babe?”

“Oh, uhm I…”

With a light shade of red covering his cheeks, Draco shifted so he could look at Harry’s face.

“I’ve been thinking. About us.”

With a frown on his face, Harry tilted his head.

“Is something wrong?”

“No, no, not at all. I’m just…I don’t know how to start this. Let me just…”

Draco decided actions were better than words right now, so he leaned in to kiss Harry passionately, who kissed him back with just the same force.

Harry rolled over so he was on top of the other male, their lips never parting.

First, Draco wasn’t sure what to do, but Harry’s lips drove him crazy, so he just closed his eyes, shut off his head and began to move his hips against Harry’s.

The second their erections touched through their clothes, Harry gasped and broke the kiss.

“D-Draco what are you-?”

But he didn’t want to talk, so he pulled Harry’s face down by his collar to kiss him again, moving his hips with a bit more confidence.

He could feel the moans coming from his lover against his lips, and finally Harry moved his hips too, and yes yes yes, it felt so good.

Harry’s left arm was next to Draco’s head, holding him steady, while his right hand began to run up and down Draco’s body, until he reached his lower back where he then moved just a bit lower and cupped Draco’s ass with his firm hand.

His lips now moved from Draco’s lips down to his chin, along his jaw and ended on his neck, where he left one hickey after another, all of them just at the right spots.

Draco loved it when Harry left hickeys all over his neck. He loved to let people know who he belonged to, and even better was when he was the one to leave hickeys on Harry’s skin.

His whole body heated up, and his heart started to race when Harry began to unbutton his shirt.

Fuck, what will happen when he sees the scars from 6th year?!

“Harry do-”

But it was too late.

Harry gasped and removed his body from Draco’s when he sat up, his eyes wide, shock reflected in them, horror even.

“Oh god…”

The hand he just opened the shirt with now covered Harry’s mouth, and tears began to build behind those round glasses.

“Harry, it’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing, Draco!! I…I did this to you!”

As if he was afraid of himself, Harry stared at his hands and sobs began to escape his throat.

Even tho Draco felt the sudden urge to roll his eyes all the way back in his head. he sat up and wrapped his arms around Harry.

“I love you, Harry. Please don’t cry. We wanted to forget the past, right?”

When Harry, however, wouldn’t stop sobbing, Draco became inpatient and pulled him into a kiss again, that finally muted the other male’s sobs.

Now it was Draco’s turn to let his slightly shaking hands run over his boyfriend’s chest, before he grabbed the shirt tightly and took it off, breaking the kiss in order to pull the red shirt over Harry’s head. 

In the process Harry’s glasses fell off, but that was okay because they were so close that Harry didn’t need them to see his lover anyways.

As soon as Harry’s shirt joined Draco’s on the floor, he pushed the blonde back again and started to kiss his chest, his scars, softly at first, but then his tongue touched the skin, and Draco never felt so good and happy and needy before.

A soft moan slipped past his lips, and Harry began to kiss his way down to the waistband of Draco’s jeans, his hungry eyes never leaving the other one’s.

Excitement rushed through the Slytherin’s body when he could feel Harry’s hands undoing his belt, unzipping his trousers, and before he knew it, his jeans ended up on the floor as well.

The bulge in Draco’s pants was now right in front of Harry’s face and when his fingers gripped the clothing and pulled it down, Draco hid his face behind his hands and held his breath for a few seconds.

“Babe, don’t be shy. You look so beautiful.”

Harry softly kissed his thighs, again and again, until he thought Draco felt comfortable enough with his new feeling of being completely naked in front of someone else than himself.

Just to make sure he was reading the signals right, he looked up at Draco, his look asking for permission, and when Draco shyly nodded, Harry placed a soft kiss on the shaft of his throbbing erection.

Draco gasped, starring down at Harry as he kept doing so, until he suddenly licked the tip, causing Draco to moan.

His fingers got a hold of his messy, brown hair, gripping it tightly as he pushed Harry’s head a bit lower, wanting him to stop the teasing and just suck him to insanity.

But Harry, that sneaky little bastard, seemed to have other plans and he rolled over, pulling Draco on his lap.

“I have to admit something.”

Confused about why he would wanna talk now, Draco frowned at him.

“I, uhm, I never did this kind of thing either.”

“What?”, shock was written all over his face. “I thought you did this, you know, with Cho or the Weasel girl.”

“No, Draco. You’re my first too.”

For some odd reason, Draco felt relieved hearing that, and he couldn’t stop the smirk on his face as he leaned down and whispered: “Then let’s make it as good as we can, shall we~?”

There’s been a lot of time where Harry just appreciated his boyfriend’s body with soft kisses and touches, and it was so sweet that Draco even forgot that he never did this before.

Especially as Harry wrapped his hand around Draco’s hard member, he forgot how to think straight and gave in in the pleasure he was driven to.

“Harry-fuck; i-if you keep going like-oh-like that, I’m gonna cum before we even started.”

Way too fast Harry removed his hand and stood up from the bed so he could take off his last pieces of clothing as well, before he sat on his knees in front of Draco again.

“Uhm, do you know how to do this?”

“I’ve heard about it. We need, uh, lube, cause otherwise it would hurt too much. You have some?”

Draco once again nodded (Pansy told him he’ll need it one day when she gave it to him as a late birthday present) and reached to get it out of the drawer of his nightstand.

Harry grabbed it, opening the bottle-which was pretty hard with his shaky hands-and coated one of his fingers with the substance.

“You really wanna do this?”

Draco took a deep breath and closed his eyes.


“Alright. This might hurt a little, just tell me if the pain gets too much and I’ll stop, okay?”

With that, Harry slowly inserted his finger, little by little, listening to Draco’s whines and groans, waiting for a sign of his lover to move.

Once Draco got used to the strange sensation, he moved his hips, and Harry began to move his finger, slowly in and out, and even tho it felt so weird to Draco, he couldn’t help but moan.

“I’ll add another one, okay?”

As response he got another loud moan, so he added another lubricated finger and moved them a bit faster, scissoring and stretching him and when he noticed Draco arching his back, he knew that he hit that one spot that he’s been reading about a couple of times.

“Harry just-just fuck me already, please.”

Harry got even harder hearing those words, which seemed impossible at this point, and he used his hand to lubricate his aching cock as well, pulling out his fingers of Draco, which whined at the sudden empty feeling.

He, however, yelped when he felt the tip of Harry’s member entering him, slowly, but it still hurt badly.

Ever so often Harry stopped moving; believe me, it took him all of his self control to not just fuck Draco senselessly; and gave Draco all the time he needed to get used to his size, to any size actually.

It took some time, but eventually Harry slipped in completely and with a short nod of his boyfriends head, he began to slowly move his hips back and fourth.

“Fuck, Draco…i-i’s so tight.”

Both of the boys moaned and Harry got faster at each loud moan Draco let slip through his lips.

With the pain already forgotten, Draco parted his legs as far as he could, allowing Harry a much better access, and suddenly he hit that spot again that made him see stars.


Hearing Draco moaning his name like this drove him way too close to his orgasm, but he couldn’t help himself from telling Draco to do that again.

“H-Harry, oh god, I-I-I’m gonna-”

“Yeah, me too.”

Draco felt his whole body shake and he let out a breathless scream when he reached his height, cuming all over his stomach.

With Harry’s lips on his, he came as well with a suffocated moan.

Harry rolled to the side, pulling Draco into his arms, placing kisses all over his sweaty face.

“I love you, Draco.”

“I love you too, Harry.”

Maybe all the things that happened weren’t so bad, after all.

Hope you liked it, sorry if I got anything wrong. Lots of Love!<3


Sweet Girl

Shoutout to @permanentcross and @stylesunchained for all the help and listening to me whine.
This is my first piece of writing, so please be nice!


You knew this was a bad idea. Going to Harry’s house this evening, when you know full well you’ve been slowly growing feelings for him. Feelings for your friend, one of your best friends, feelings that shouldn’t be there.

You’ve been friends for years, but now he’s around more and you’ve spent more time together, you’ve began to feel that warm tingle inside your belly whenever you see him. You have to suppress a smile whenever anyone mentions his name to you. When you see a text from him you all but scramble to pick your phone up and reply immediately. You’ve fallen for him. And that is why going back to his house, just the two of you, is a bad idea.

You’d been out that evening with a small group of friends for dinner and drinks. Catching up, laughing and sharing bottles of champagne. Time had flown by and you’d all been saying your goodbyes before you went to call a taxi.

“You can’t get a cab all the way back to yours at this time, love. It’s bloody miles away.” Harry mutters, leaning over your shoulder to see the taxi company’s number on your phone.

“Don’t have a lot of choice, do I?” You say, turning round to face him.

“Come back to mine, I’ll drive you home in the morning.” He says so casually, not knowing the feelings you’ve got festering deep inside. You feel your stomach twist into a tight knot that feels as if it could never be undone, no matter how hard you try. You want to say no, because you know spending time together alone in such close proximity would just make matters worse for you, make your feelings grow more, even though right now you don’t think that it’s possible. But you know if you say no that he’d fight it, and right now you’re too tired to fight anything alongside the internal battle you’re fighting with yourself.

“Alright then, cheers.” You politely smile, despite your hesitations, before saying your final goodbyes to your friends and go with Harry to where his driver is parked.

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anonymous asked:

you know what kills me? yeah, james' face when harry sings sweet creature is everything but what ends me is harry's smile after he sees it. it's like "yeah i know i'm embarrassingly sap just stop please" and that's my rip because is such a thing between friends...you know, when you want to mock them but you just feel happy that they're happy too and the one that's part of the couple is like 'ahhhhh stop'


In my parents' house

“Harry, no!” You keep pushing him away.

You need to rest because today you two had a dinner with your parents and you’re exhausted but he’s in a mood for a little fun. All day he was acting playfully - grabbing your ass in the kitchen while your parents weren’t in the room, talking dirty in your ear, putting his hand under your panties under the table…

No matter how much you told him to stop and that you need to sleep, he just kept annoying you.

“Come on, love, i need yeh.”

“Shut up, Harry, i need to rest.”

“C'mere.” He pulls you even closer to his chest and start kissing all over your face.

“It’s so hot in here, get off of me.”

“Yeah, i know i’m hot. And i also know that you need me too. You’re just acting stubbornly right now.”

“Maybe because we’re in my parents’ house and i don’t want them to catch us. And why are you completely naked?” You start to get really annoyed because you barely keep your eyes open and it’s too hot to breath in this room.

“We’ll be quite, i promise.” He makes a puppy face. “And i always sleep like this.”

“But we’re in my parents’ house, Harry, you can’t sleep naked. What if they come to visit us in the morning and find you with no clothes?”

“Babe, i need yeh.” He starts again with his tirade.

“I’ll go to sleep on the couch in the living room, i’m telling you.”

“Okay then, i’ll stop.” He says conciliatory and lets you of his death grip on you, turning to the other side of the bed.

You finally can rest so you turn to the opposite side and close your eyes. You’re just about to fall asleep when you feel a warm hand massaging your boobs and his lips kissing your shoulder.

“I’ll scream.” You worn him.

“What a threat.”

You can almost imagine him rolling his eyes. You turn to face him and now he’s on top of you, undressing you. He buries his face in your boobs while he’s grinding against you. You can feel how hard he is.

“You’re sexually harassing me righ now you know, right?” you laugh but you can feel you’re about to lose the game. Your nipples are hard now and the pain between your legs is bigger than the need to sleep.

“Yeah, right. I can see how scared you are.”

He sucks at the skin of your boobs, slightly biting it. His tongue starts licking the spot, discouraging you. Your fingers find their place in his hair and you wrap your legs around his torso.

“Fine.” you say, letting a few moans to escape from your mouth. “But you’re going to take care of us both. I’m too lazy to do anything and i don’t care how that speaks about me.”

“Perfect.” He gives you a cocky smile and kisses you.

Before you can say something witty to him, he rips your underwear apart and licks you.

“God!” You cry, not able to control yourself.

“Shht, babe, we don’t want you to wake up your parents. I want to scream too because your juices are so tasty but shht…”

“I hate you so much.” You whisper as he sucks at your clit.

“I love you too.” He smiles and reach out his hand to squeeze your boob.

Your hands are tugging on his hair, making him moan. The combination of his warm hands and his cold rings is breathtaking and the hotness in the room and Harry’s magic are too much for you.

“H-Harry” your voice is weak. “Stop for a moment, the sensation is too much.”

“Do you want a kiss?” He asks in a satisfaction.

“But your mouth was just on my-”

Before you can stop him, he interrupts you, grabbing both of your hands in his and kissing you. He asks for a permission and you find yourself too weak to disobey him.

“How does it taste?” He asks before kissing you once again, this time for a little longer.

“Sweet.” You murmur, still mad at him.

“And what ‘bout yeh tastin’ somethin’ different?”

“But you promised that you’ll take care.”

“I know, babe, but-”

“Lay down.”

You can’t resist. He’s too tempting with that smurk on his face and with his brushy hair. The moment his back hit the bed, you sit on top of him, grinding against his crotch and making a path of kisses from his neck to his V-line.


“Shht.” You mock him and lick his length.

When you two first started doing stuff deep-throating seemed like a painful and unnecessary thing to you but now you both love it. Just listening to his moans and feeling how weak he’s under you makes you want to take more and more in your mouth.

“I’m gonna-”

You keep massaging his balls, going down on his dick one more time before he cums in your mouth. You swallow not because he tells you that you’re a good girl like in the porn movies but because you love the way his eyes get wider and his lips get separated.

“I’ll probably regret my lack of sleep in the morning but i need to cum.”

“C'mon, let’s finish what we got into.”

“What you got us into.” You correct him, still smiling.

“Shut up and ride me.”

His hands catch yours and pull you up. You clench his thighs and he slides in you. You can see what a mess he is from his last orgasm but you can also see how he’s trying to pull himself together so he can make you feel as good as you made him, if not even better.

“Kiss me, kiss me!” You beg him, afraid of losing control of your voice.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful like this.” He almost screams.

His hands move from the sheets to your thighs, guiding you, as he starts sucking and biting every little spot of the skin on your boobs to every little spot of the skin on your jaw.

“No, kiss m-”

Before he even can reach your lips the door cracks open and your parents enter the room. The panic overtakes you both and you two become a mess of sheets, moans and attempts to hide your bodies. You can’t even think for an orgasm when your parents are looking at both of you with wide eyes with that disappointed look in them.

But when they leave you and Harry falls asleep you start thinking a plan how to get it back on him in the morning.

harrystylesisbae  asked:

Harry #15 and/or 22 PLEASE! :)

15) “Baby, you’ve got to slow down for me”

I kiss my way down his jaw and neck, slowly making my way down to his chest. I poke my tongue out and drag it down the abs that he’s worked so hard to maintain. After leaving a trail of wet kisses, I finally make it to his boxers, pulling them down at a teasingly slow pace. I’m already fully naked and on full display, which is probably a reason why he’s practically begging for me to “Do something”. I’m not in the mood for foreplay tonight, I’m getting straight to the good part.

He’s been testing me all night with all that talk about his ex and how she was such a screamer in bed. He knew it would piss me off and that we would end up here; he had it all planned out. I tried to beat him at his own game and just ignore it but when he started telling me about the time they got kicked out of a hotel room for being too loud, I lost it.

I climb back up his sweaty body, pressing down on his chest with one hand and gripping his member with my other one. I swipe my thumb over the head to spread his sticky pre-cum along his shaft. His teeth are sinking into his lower lip, eyes fluttering as I work my hand to get him slick enough for me. I can feel my juices dropping down my thigh already so I know that this is gonna be a slippery adventure. This isn’t about getting myself off, though. This is about getting him to forget about his past sexcapdes and to look forward to some new ones, with me.

I sit up, lining his tip up with my core, and slowly sink down on him. “Fuck” he groans, his hands flying straight to my hips to guide me. I ride him slow, I know he likes that but then it hits me…he sat there and tortured me with all that ex talk so maybe, just maybe he shouldn’t be getting pampered just yet.

Just as I’m thinking up ways to make this agonizingly hard for him, his phone rings. His head turns to the bedside table, where it is, and then back to me as if he’s asking for permission. I, still sliding up and down on him, nod for him to answer. He takes a deep breath to compose himself and picks up the phone.

“H-Hello” he struggles. I can’t hear what the person is saying at all but I’m enjoying the idea of it being about something important. I’m enjoying the fact that his mouth his hanging open and his head is thrown back as he tries to contain his moans. This is my opportunity to get back at him. I reposition my legs so that I’m properly squatting over his dick and I start bouncing as fast as my body will let me.

“Oh! Ohh!” He’s panting and groaning, not caring about the person on the other line.

“Hold on a..fuck a s-second please” he chokes out before putting the call on mute. He lays the phone on his chest and looks up at me. All I can focus on is the sweat dripping down his temples and the way his Adam’s apple is bobbing as he breathes heavily.

“Baby, you’ve got to slow down for me” he says, his voice horse and strained. I roll my eyes before leaning down and kissing him deeply, I tease his tongue with my own and then pull away; I slow down a bit. He looks down at where we’re connected and it must have done something to him because it made him growl. It was a frustrated growl, almost like he almost came just by watching himself slide in and out of me. He cleared his throat and picked up the phone again, taking himself off of mute.

“I’m here” he greets. He continues to listen to the person and I decide take it up a notch by clenching around his thick cock. I’ll admit, he’s holding up pretty well, he’s keeping his composure.

I can tell he’s close by the way he occasionally stills my hips and breathes for a few seconds before letting me start again. I work him until I see him lose control. He puts the phone on speaker and puts it back on the night table. His hands find my ass as he throws his head back once more, this time he doesn’t hold his moans in.

“Fuck yes baby ahh” he hisses. “I’m cumming..fuck”

I can’t help but laugh at him. The person on the phone stops talking and hangs up, making me laugh even harder. He’s moaning and laughing; it’s strange and looks painful but I’m glad that he finds this all funny, too. I ride him through his high, milking him until I feel his hot spurts stop.

He’s panting below me, eyes still closed. “I fucking hate you” he chuckles. “That was-….that was Ben” he finished, finally opening his, now sleepy looking, eyes.

I gasp. I had no idea it was someone that I’d see a lot! I would’ve never done this if I knew it was sweet, little Ben Winston!


“Excuse me,” you knew that voice, “may I talk to the manager?” His tone was serious and probably caused the poor sales associate he was talking too a slight panic attack. You saw him walk in, dressed in his normal attire of a vacation dad shirt and skinny jeans and his worn out brown boots. You weren’t expecting him to stop by today, he had informed you earlier that morning at breakfast that he was swamped with meetings.

“I’m the manager,” you couldn’t help but smile as you made your way over to him and your newest employee. “What seems to be your issue sir?” Your voice was sweet and professional and the poor girl he was talking to before looked relieved when you stood next to her.

“Well ya see my lovely girlfriend wondered out tha house this mornin without giving me my goodbye kiss.” You couldn’t even stop yourself from rolling your eyes as he spoke. The sales associate standing next to you went wide eyed as she looked from him too you.

“Well sir, I’m sorry what is your name?” His face went into a smirk as you went on to act as if you didn’t know him.

“Harry, my name is Harry.” He couldn’t help but laugh a little as you extended you hand and when he reached out you expect him to shake it, instead he just grabbed it and brought it to his lips for a kiss.

“Well Harry,” you snatched your hand from his hold and turned to face your employee that was now in total shock. “Thank you Erica I will take care of Mr. Harry here, you can go on break.” She looked relived as she quickly turned and walked away from the two of you.

“Oh so ya gonna take care of me yeah?” You felt his arms slide around your waist as he spoke. You just shook your head as you turned and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“This is a surprise,” you told him before you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “A very pleasant surprise.” You added causing him to smile and show off his dimple.

“I do love ta surprise ya every now and then petal,” his voice was soft and sweet in your ear causing you to just smile. “Got ta keep ya on your toes.” You felt him give your waist a squeeze.

You unwrapped your arms from around his neck as he reluctantly removed his from your waist. You grabbed his hand and lead him towards a corner of the store that was a little more private.

“Ah look mugs! We need more mugs don’t we love?” You laughed as you watched Harry look at the shelves lined with rows of tea cups and mugs, “they got ones with cats on em, we need those.” He reached for a mug that had two cats sleeping on it and you just rolled your eyes.

“Came all this way for a cat mug Harry?” You teased and he shot you a playful glare as he put the mug back on the shelf.

“Came all the way cos someone,” his voice was low and deep as he stood in front of you. “Didn’t give me my goodbye kiss this mornin.” His voice was now a whisper as he leaned in closer to you. You just placed your arms loosely around his neck as his nose started to touch yours.

“Oh silly me,” you teased as you felt him place his hands on your hips. “How could I forget your goodbye kiss?” With that you pulled him closer to you so you could place a sweet kiss to his lips. You felt him smile into the kiss before he pulled away.

“Now that we got that outta tha way,” he gave you a smile as he looked up at the shelf above your head. “We really do need these cat mugs lovey.” You just laughed at him causing him to laugh as well. You kissed his cheek quickly before letting go of him.

You loved when he would come and see you at work, most of the time it was a scheduled visit that mainly involved him brining you lunch. But it was the surprise visits like this that made your heart burst because you knew he was a busy man, and the fact he would squeeze in time to come by a ceramic shop all the way on the opposite side of town from the house you two shared meant the world to you. It was just another little thing that made you love Harry even more.

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“Ahhh, I have such a huge crush on Harry, but I’m afraid he’ll never go for a girl like me.”

Peter freezes when he hears you state that in a matter of fact manner. He quickly loses his appetite, pushing his lunch tray away from him as the apprehension quickly began to settle in his stomach.

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i was going to submit this for the reverse bang but i didn’t finish it in time so! have a headcanon post

modern urban witch louis keeps old rum and whisky bottles when he’s done with them to store his herbs and keeps his new spell ideas in a note in his phone. he has to wear shoes around his flat because he’s always got lines of salt on the floor he forgot to sweep up, and more than once he’s done a one-handed tarot reading with his other hand stuck in a bag of crisps, TV playing loudly in the background. he has a shitty office job to pay the bills but on the side he sells potions and spells to a few trusted people – he can’t do anything major, just things like protection and safety sigils when lottie wants to go on holiday to majorca and pain relief solutions when his roommate niall has a headache, but it’s what makes him happiest.

when harry stumbles into his life, it’s because niall bragged about louis’ skills to his friend liam from work, who told his friend harry that there might actually be a solution to the insomnia that’s been plaguing him for months. harry’s tried everything – sleeping pills, therapy, home remedies, hypnotism, you name it – but nothing has worked. normally louis doesn’t do his magic for just anyone: it’s a secret for a reason, and he doesn’t want to be be bombarded by random distant acquaintances begging for magical relief to their own problems, and he’s debating sending harry away. but then harry shows up on louis and niall’s doorstep with deep dark circles under his eyes and the most pathetic look on his face louis has ever seen, and he folds like a stack of tarots.

louis brews up a quick sleep solution (ground smoky quartz crystal for stress, valerian root for a hypnotic, passionflower for anxiety, and 100 proof vodka to make it go down) and pretends he doesn’t notice the green of harry’s eyes or the wide set of his shoulders (all while harry is trying not to gape at this actual witch, who not only is not green-skinned and warty like he expected but actually, um, really fucking attractive). harry thanks louis profusely when he leaves, takes the solution when he gets home, and sleeps for almost fifteen hours.

he shows up again the next day to shower louis in more effusive thanks and to get more of the solution, and louis valiantly tries to control the blush that heats his cheeks when harry declares him “the greatest person on the planet in the history of ever, i’m pretty sure.”

then harry turns up the next day as well, this time on the excuse that he stubbed his toe and he was pretty sure he’d never be able to walk again. louis tucked his smile away, called harry a drama queen, and gave him a pain relief potion. 

and then the next day he was back again, claiming he didn’t feel bad yet but he was pretty sure he was about to come down with something, like a cold or maybe ebola.

and then it’s like he’s there every day on flimsier and flimsier excuses. (”louis, i’m being serious, i think i have gout. or, like, scurvy.” “harry, you walked in eating an orange, i think you’re fine.”) harry’s favorite thing to do is to sit and watch louis as he goes about his normal business, brewing special teas for his sisters and reading tarot cards for niall, who likes to be prepared for the coming week. niall, who got used to the magic business a long time ago, sits and keeps harry from sticking his fingers into anything he shouldn’t, or from accidentally knocking over the bottle of home-grown nightshade.

luckily, louis doesn’t mind one bit.

eventually, harry adds louis-designed protection sigils to his already extensive tattoo collection, and has learned to avoid the strategic piles of salt scattered around louis’ flat. their first date is a midnight picnic on the roof of harry’s building, picking distant star patterns out of the sky and sharing tentative, sweet kisses. 

for their first anniversary, louis carves the rune for true love into a jade pendant and blushes wildly when he tells harry what it means.

“it’s um. it means true love.”

harry pulls louis close, wide-eyed and starstruck, “aw, lou. i love you too.” and then he leans back, grinning wildly. “looks like you’ve got me under your spell.”

harry’s still laughing when louis pinches him in the side for the terrible pun, but he stops quick enough when louis gives him something else to do with his mouth instead.

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You and your husband Harry had been trying for a baby for more than a year now. You both were starting to get a bit discouraged, so you decided to take a break from worrying when to have sex to make a baby and just enjoying one another. 

A few weeks after the two of you decided to stop treating sex like a chore, you realized that you missed your period. You tried not to get too excited because this had happened on more than one occasion, but you turned out to not be pregnant. 

However, this time it was different. This time the test showed those two very pink lines meaning that you were pregnant. 

Since Harry had been working on his solo album, you weren’t sure when he would be home for you to tell him, so you decided to drive to the studio and tell him as soon as you could. On the way there, you stopped by to grab some cupcakes for Harry the guys, so that way at first they wouldn’t be too suspicious to your visit. 

When you got to the studio, you went on back and luckily everyone was just chatting away. Harry looked up and smiled when he saw you. 

“Baby, what are you doing here?” He said wrapping his arms around you and giving you a kiss.

“I missed you and I thought I’d sneak in a visit in case you were late again tonight,” you said. “Plus, I brought cupcakes.” 

“Sweet!” All the guys said grabbing the container from you. 

You laughed. “Um, do you mind if we have a chat for a bit?” You asked Harry. 

“Course, hey guys can you enjoy your cupcakes somewhere else for the time being?” Harry asked. 

“As long as you don’t enjoy yourselves in the studio, we don’t need any of that being recorded,” they joked. 

“Get the fuck out of here,” he laughed. 

You giggled and waited for everyone to leave. 

“So, what do we need to talk about?” He asked. 

“Well, I don’t know exactly how to tell you this, but you better work on your Dad jokes because you’ll be needing soon,” you said calmly. 

“Huh?” Harry looked over at you. “That’s what you needed to talk to me about? Dad jokes? Is your Dad coming to visit?” 

“No,” you laughed. “At least I don’t think so. What I mean is that you’re going to need them because you’re gonna be the dad.” 

Harry looked at you. “Wait? What?” 

“I’m pregnant,” you smiled. 

Harry looked at you in complete shock. “Really?” 

“Yes, really. I took a test this morning and it’s positive,” you said. “See,” you smiled showing him the test. 

“Oh my god,” he said still looking at you in disbelief. “Is this really happening right now?” He laughed with tears in his eyes. 

You giggled walking over to him. “Yes, it’s really happening right now.” 

Harry took his hands from his face and put them on your stomach. “We did it. We finally did it. We’re going to have a little baby,” he whispered before pulling up your shirt a bit and planting a kiss right above your belly button. 

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A/N: Also combining this with the person who said they wanted smut GIFs in the story. Enjoy! I apologise for the lack of GIFs in here as it’s kinda hard to find ones that fit the scenario in this story XD

Character: Harry

Warning(s): Smut. Rough-handling.

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Oh please
  • Harry: Awww how sweet, you finally admitted your feelings for me. Yes I do care for you but why should I shout if need you? I'm a wizard Draco, I can get myself out of any situation.
  • Draco: Um... I was just singing. I didn't mean any of the words I said, I was just singing this great song by Ju-
  • Harry: Oh please, stop trying to change the topic. I know you love me too... you can stop pretending and just accept the truth that we are meant to be together.
  • Draco: what the heck. Man, I should stop singing muggle songs whenever I'm around him.
It makes sense, I think.

Authors Note: Hey! I tried to make this longer for you guys, I hope you like it.
This is the second part to, “It makes sense.” The first part can be found HERE.
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The weeks after the honeymoon is when things begin to die down and the two of you are forced back into a reality that doesn’t include sipping different wines on various beaches, nor does it include waking up to a naked husband as you inhale the fresh ocean scent as you open the balcony doors on a warm morning in Hawaii.

Instead, you now wake up to the soft snores of your husband who takes up most the bed with his lengthy legs, who also makes it a struggle to pull the covers off of him when you are a bit cold. He always says, “Too bad, I’m cold too, cuddle up to me and you will be okay, promise.” of course he always says this with a grin as you are grumbling at him for hogging the covers.

You sigh as you wiggle under the covers, feeling Harry’s body sprawled out beside you, his soft snores pulling you from your sleep. You let out a groan, tenderly nudging him to move on over and to give you a bit more room within the bed, a small hope that he wakes up and moves his position so his snores die down.

You stare up at the ceiling, struggling to fall back asleep, Harry fast asleep beside you as the sun just begins to peek up from its own sleeping state, bringing bright colours to the darkened sky. You roll over and rest yourself against Harry’s warm body, nestling into him as you feel his arm heavily drape around you in his sleep.

You feel yourself slowly drifting off to sleep, unfortunately, being sharply disturbed by Harry’s alarm, blaring aloud. You feel him remove himself from your body, a few mumbles escaping both of your lips’ an “I know, I’m sorry, love.” Leaving Harrys as he leaves a small kiss to your forehead before you feel the bed springing up as he stands to his feet, staggering slightly around the room, rubbing his dreary eyes.

Like all mornings Harry does his best to stay as quiet as possible as he gets himself dressed and ready for whatever it is he has planned, lately he has been spending most his time in the studio, writing, singing, outlining, and doing everything else possible in the time frame of six in the morning to four in the morning. “Can you stay a little longer?” You softly question, just wanting him beside you long enough for you to fall asleep,

“I can’t, hey don’t forget tonight.” He yawns, pulling a sweater over his body,

“Tonight?” You sit up within the bed, the covers falling to your lap, unsure of what exactly he is referring to.

“Yeah, Liam’s launch party.” He reminds you and it suddenly rings a bell, Harry did, in fact, inform you of the plans late last week, usually, you are great at remembering these sorts of things, it must have just slipped your mind. “I’ll remind you again later, go to sleep.” He sweetly smiles over at you, pulling a pair of jeans up his lengthy legs.

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Ever since high school, the one day you liked to designate as a strictly ‘get-your-work-done’ day was Sunday. Sure, some people liked to use their Sunday as a day off, but you never saw the point. Why waste 24 hours doing nothing when you could be doing something productive instead? Your idea of productiveness was essentially writing up study notes for an exam that was probably a month and a bit away.. But, hey! It never hurt to be over-prepared for an exam! 

Harry, on the other hand, preferred to take a day off on a Sunday. He liked waking up late and having the chance to stay snuggled up in bed for as long as he liked. (One time, he stayed cooped up in bed until 1 in the afternoon.. He could have made it to 2 if you hadn’t come in and tickled him out of bed.) 

“I don’ wanna say it, bu’ I think you love studying more than you love me.” Harry poked his head in, letting out a small sigh at the unsurprising sight of you scribbling notes in your textbook. 

“I can’t deny that.” You teased, glancing up at your boyfriend for a split second before returning to your studies. What could you say? You just really liked getting good grades - Even if it meant sacrificing your social life. At least you still had Harry. 

“Yeh promised me a Sunday..” Harry whistled lowly, padding into the room before plopping down on his side of the bed. 

“I recall you promising me a week but you only stayed for a night.” You clicked your tongue, referring to the time when Harry thought he had a longer break. He was wrong. You woke up the next morning alone, with a sticky note on your forehead explaining to you that your boyfriend was already on his next flight to wherever. 

“..A’right, I deserved that one.” Harry laughed lightly, shaking his head. “But now you get me for a couple more months! And you’re not even spending any time with me..” He trailed off, flipping over onto his back and looking up at you with his doe eyes. “Y/N..” Harry pouted, reaching over and snatching the pen away from your hand. Almost immediately, you grabbed another pen from your pencil case. 

“Ten more minutes, okay? Then I’m all yours.” Truth be told, whenever you were in the middle of an intense studying session, you were basically on autopilot mode. Whatever Harry said to you, your brain would just generate a generic answer that would most likely satisfy him. Sometimes, you managed to distract Harry for a long time, but other times, he’d grow very impatient. Of course, you couldn’t lie. You felt a wee bit guilty that you were using this precious time with Harry to study.. But Harry had been home for almost a whole year! 

“You literally said tha’ like.. two hours ago. I can’t believe I woke up early just to spend a day alone.” Harry huffed, pushing himself up off the bed. “Whatever.” He grumbled, making his way towards the door. Your autopilot mode seemed to switch off when you heard his little grumble, your brows furrowing slightly. 

“Aw- Harry, babe-” You didn’t get a chance to call for him before he was storming down to the living room. “Okay, I’m all yours for the day! I won’t touch my books for 24 hours, and I’ll spend all my free time with you!” You called out, hearing the footsteps stop. And then they started again, this time coming up the stairs frantically. 

“Yeh promise?” Harry beamed, his dimple indented in his cheek as he smiled widely. 

“Pinky promise!” You raised both your hands up in surrender. “Although, it would be great if you could just let me finish up the notes for the next unit-” 

“Mm.. Too bad!” Harry chirped, rushing over to grab all your books off the bed, setting them onto the bedside counter. 

“But-” You were cut off when Harry leaned down to press his lips against yours in a sweet kiss before crawling on top of you and pinning you down with a wide grin. 

“I get 24 hours, love. You’re all mine.” 


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For the Love of Harry, Chapter Four

5 ½ months. 152 days. 3648 hours…roughly. That’s how long it had been since you and Harry first took your friendship to the next level and became intimate. Now you were going to be meeting his family.

4 days. 97 hours…approximately. That’s how long it had been since Harry first said he was in love with you. Your heart nearly stopped beating when he said it.

Need m’ mum to meet the girl I’m in love with, don’t I?’ he had said.

.3 seconds…exactly. That’s how long ago you swallowed bile down as Harry pulled his car down the path that led to his parent’s home. He was holding your hand with a smile on his face, as he glanced at you quickly. He felt your hand beginning to sweat and thought you looked a bit green.

“Doin’ alright, love?” he grinned, unsure if you were ill or not.

“Fine,” you said, looking around at the view.

“Nervous?” he smiled. You shot him a ‘don’t ask’ look and he laughed. “No worries, sweetheart. Everyone is going to love you.”

“Everyone?” you asked, swallowing the acidic taste down again. “Who the hell is everyone? I thought it was just your mom and stepdad!”

“My sister and her boyfriend should be along at some point, and knowing my mum, there could be a few friends or family who would like to see me and meet you,” he said, looking at you and laughing as you closed your eyes at the thought of it. “Stop. You’re going to be fine. Besides, I’d like to take you into town and introduce you to a few people myself while we’re here.”

“Isn’t that dangerous, Harry?” you asked. “Aren’t you afraid some pap will be around somewhere just waiting to click a pic of you and your mysterious female friend? You’ll be the talk of the town!”

“Love, I’m already the talk of the town,” he laughed, as you gently shoved his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. I know how to get around quite well here, without being detected. We’ll be fine.”

About that time Harry stopped in front of a lovely home, and one of the people you recognized from Harry’s photos in his homes as being his mom, walked out the front door of the home and toward Harry’s car. Harry quickly opened his door and stepped toward his mom, hugging her tightly for a long moment. He hadn’t seen her for quite some time and was happy to see her again.

“Mum, I’ve missed you,” he said, hugging her.

“I’ve missed you too, son,” she smiled, holding her youngest in her arms. “Everyone else will be here soon.”

You sat in the car, a bit afraid to get out, but knowing the inevitable was about to happen. You aren’t even sure why you had anxiety about meeting her. You had no sound reason for thinking she may not like you, besides the fact that you were having conjugal relations with her baby boy. Harry and his mom both looked at you, still sitting in the car like a nervous puppy about to piddle in the seat. You could hear Harry giggling, looking at you, from the other side of the car. His eyes and nose crinkled, dimples shining, as he walked to your door and opened it, all while you were softly mumbling a quick ‘shit, shit, shit’ to yourself.

“Staying out here all weekend, love?” he joked.

“Are you a mind reader?” you said, quietly.

He laughed again and took your hand, helping you out of the car and closing the door. He introduced you to his mom and you were surprised when she not only smiled at you, but wrapped her arms around you and welcomed you to her home.

“Let’s go inside and visit, shall we?” she asked the two of you. Harry grabbed yours and his bags from the car and followed you and his mom into the house. You spent the next hour being shown around the home, looking at what must have been hundreds of photos of Harry growing up, then taking a tour of the property. You were pleased when a feeling of relaxation finally set in over you and you felt like you could easily breathe again. By evening, you had successfully met nearly a dozen of Harry’s family, friends, and neighbors who had come to visit him. As the last person left to go home, Harry hugged you closely.

“Love, I have some friends I’d like you to meet in town,” he said. “Will it overwhelm you too much?”

“Yes,” you said bluntly, then smiled. “It’s fine.”

He took you into town to the bakery he worked in, introducing you to everyone there. After a short visit, and stepping out with a bag of his favorite baked sweets, he walked beside you a short distance to a local pub. Once inside he looked around, finding the table where his friends were sitting, and guided you there. You had already decided while in Harry’s hometown, that the two of you shouldn’t show any PDA, just to be safe, but that didn’t stop Harry from holding your hand under the table, or squeezing your knee gently. Harry introduced you to all of his friends, and the two of you enjoyed a drink with them. It was nice seeing Harry with his old friends. There was an ease about him, like an old, worn shoe that still fit and was comfortable, even if you didn’t wear it much anymore. You had met a couple of his friends previously, when you visited with Alex years before, but it was nice to see Harry around them.

As the two of you visited and laughed with the group, Harry felt you squeeze his hand tightly. He looked at you, seeing you set your jaw and fidget in your chair, looking straight ahead. He furrowed his brow slightly and looked in the direction you were looking. Walking toward the table was Alex. The second he saw you he stopped. You thought the look on his face was almost one of retreat, glancing back over his shoulder as he rubbed his jaw lightly, no doubt remembering the punches it sustained from your fist, but then one of the guys at your table hollered at him to come sit.

“Sweetheart, we can go,” Harry whispered in your ear.

“No, it’s okay,” you assured him quietly. “I won’t do anything to embarrass you.”

“I know you won’t,” he said, shaking his head. “That’s not my worry. Let’s just…”

“Hello there,” Alex said to you as he greeted the rest of the table, too. You nodded to him, thinking it might be better to not say anything to him and hopefully he wouldn’t speak to you again. He saw you sitting next to Harry and squinted his eyes a bit at him. Harry felt you let his hand go and wipe the sweat off your palm onto your clothes, but he immediately grabbed your hand again. “Babes, you’re looking as beautiful as ever tonight.”

You felt Harry squeeze your hand, rubbing his thumb aggressively against your skin. “Thanks,” you said quietly.

For awhile you thought it was going to be okay. You noticed Alex look at you off and on, and Harry noticed, too, but for the time being, he was keeping his distance, and keeping his mouth shut.

“Let’s go play snooker, yeah?” Harry asked you, as the group of friends had broken up into smaller groups. You nodded to him and followed him to the empty snooker table. For a while you and Harry enjoyed the game. Harry laughed playfully at your lack of snooker skills, all the while cheating his way through the game anyway. “Your turn, babe.”

As you pretended like you knew what you were doing, trying to set up an amazing shot, you stretched your body out a bit on the table, lining up your stick, making it look very professional in your opinion. Harry laughed out loud at your comical show. Being American, you knew nothing about snooker…billiards or darts being what you played in the bars back home. As you started pumping the long stick a bit, poking your tongue out through your teeth, you felt someone walk up behind you and press against you firmly. You quickly jumped and straightened up the best you could with someone pressing against you, dropping the stick on the table in front of you, gasping at the hands on your hips and the pressure against your ass, pinning you to the table’s edge. You looked at Harry as his expression immediately turned to one of anger, watching nervously as he ran around to where you were and knocked Alex away from you, standing between you and him.

“Don’t touch her, Alex,” Harry said sternly, not wanting to draw attention, but furious.

“Just trying to help,” Alex jested. “You were lining it up wrong, babes.”

“Alex, why don’t you leave?” you said to him with a tight voice, not from fear but anger.

“Line the stick up just right with the hole and you’ll slide it right in, beautiful,” Alex flirted deliberately.

“Shame the stick’s so small or else it would have no trouble finding the hole in the first place,” you retorted.

You hear a murmur of “bitch” from his mouth as he shook his head. You felt Harry tensing badly, his hands clinched tightly in fists, and knew he was only holding himself back to keep from being a headline in tomorrow’s paper. Small town news traveled fast, and when you’re Harry Styles, it was faster and bigger.

“Maybe we should just go, Harry,” you said to him quietly. He didn’t move, just looked at Alex with clinched jaws and fists. “Harry,” you said his name, hoping to jolt him from his silent rage. He looked at you. “Let’s go, okay?” you asked him calmly. You saw his fists begin to relax a bit and the anger in his eyes soften slightly. He looked at Alex again, then grabbed your hand and walked toward the door.

As you left the building, you started to pull your hand from his in case there were paparazzi around, or anyone who saw what happened and decided to document it. Harry felt you and tightened his grasp on your hand, a strong ‘no’ directed your way, holding it until you reached his car. Harry opened your door for you, then as you sat and reached for the door to pull it closed, you felt Harry’s hand on the side of your face as he kissed you deeply, holding your head to his so you didn’t release his kiss. After a moment he pulled away, looking at you with an expression you weren’t sure you had seen on Harry before. You weren’t even sure what it was, but you felt it best in that moment to not say anything and let him have his moment, whatever it was.

It was a quiet car ride back to Harry’s parent’s home. It was late and you would be leaving after lunch the next day to return home. As you stepped out of the car and closed the door, you walked around the car to where Harry was waiting for you. You felt him take your hand and begin to walk toward the house, but you hesitated for a moment. Harry looked at you, still with the furrowed brow.

“Are you okay?” you asked him.

He looked at you, realizing the look on your face is one of worry, and tried to relax a bit. “I’m fine. Tired. Ready to get some sleep.” You nodded to him and walked inside the house with him. His mom questioned how the evening was and he said it was fine.

“Mum, we’ll be leaving in the morning after we get up, rather than after lunch,” he said to your surprise.

“Oh!” she exclaimed. “I thought you would be here longer. I was going to cook your favorite, and bake a dessert for after.”

“I’m sorry, but no need to bother,” he said with not much expression to his voice or his face. “Have to get back earlier than planned. Sorry.”

“No worries, love,” she grinned slightly. “I understand.” She hugged and kissed her son, and hugged you, then you all made your way to your rooms to sleep.

The two of you stepped into Harry’s room, and you watched him close the door. He walked to where his things were, then into the washroom to get ready for bed. You weren’t sure what to make of how he was reacting. You knew he was angry about what happened, and you didn’t think he was angry at you for any of it, but honestly, in that moment, you weren’t sure of anything, except that you were ready to return to London.

As Harry came from the washroom, you reached for your things and walked in. The entire time you got ready for bed, you talked to yourself quietly. Anyone who might have witnessed it would have thought you were crazy. ‘What?…I don’t get it…Is he mad at me?…I didn’t do anything for him to be mad at me about…Did I?…Alex, you mother…’ 

You trailed your cursing as you finished your nightly routine, then stopped a second before you opened the door. You leaned your ear closely to it, trying to hear any noises Harry may have been making, to get a new sense of what you may be walking into. You started to open the door, stopped, then shut off the light, hoping the darkness of the rooms would hide that you were peeking at him. You slowly and quietly opened the washroom door and peeked out through the crack, seeing Harry already lying in bed, facing away from the washroom and toward your side of the bed. You opened the door as quietly as possible and walked into the bedroom, setting your things inside your bag, and tiptoeing across the wood floor until you reached your side. If you could avoid the awkwardness of before, you were going to try. The moon shining through the window illuminated the room enough to see…or so you thought.

Pain surged through your foot as you stubbed your toe on the foot of the bed. You sucked air sharply into your mouth, quickly pressing the palm of your hand against your lips to keep from making noise, then hobbled to the edge of the bed. You drew your foot up in front of you, clutching your foot like it was going to make the pain better the harder you squeezed it. For a short moment, you completely forgot about Harry even being in the room.

“Sister Mary Francis, that fucking hurt!” you quietly popped.

As you continued to squeeze your sore foot, you heard giggling from the bed behind you. You turned and looked at Harry, who was literally shaking the entire bed, trying to suppress his laughter so he didn’t wake the entire house. You continued clutching your foot as you looked at him, confused.

“What are you laughing at?” you asked him quietly.

“Love, how the fuck am I supposed to stay angry when you make me laugh?!” he said, more loudly than he should have.

His laughing continued as you shushed him to be quiet. “Your parents are sleeping, Harry.”

You felt him lean into the center of the bed, grabbing you around your middle, pulling you toward him, so that you were lying on your back on that side of his chest. He hugged you tightly and kissed your shoulder.

“Why are you so angry?” you asked as he calmed completely. “Are you angry about what I said to Alex?”

“What?” he questioned, shocked that you thought it. “No, sweetheart, of course not! Sometimes I wish I had a quicker wit like you.” He kissed your shoulder again, holding your arms down on your stomach from behind you as you lay atop him. “No, I was just so angry with Alex. I am so angry at him. He had no right to do what he did, or say what he said.”

“He was bating you, Harry,” you replied. “And me, too. And apparently it worked on both of us. Once a dick, always a dick, maybe.” Harry giggled a bit again. “It’s more than that though, isn’t it?” you asked. “Something else. I could see it in your eyes. Never seen that look before.”

You felt Harry’s body tense under you as he started to grip you tighter, but then relaxed and rubbed your arms lovingly, once again kissing your shoulder.

“When he…” he started then stopped, took a deep breath, then began again. “When he grabbed you…touched you…I wanted to rip his fuckin’ head off, love.”

“Well, in all honesty, so did I.”

Harry was quiet for a moment then giggled again. 

“I thought you were going to rear back and punch him again. Would have paid good money to see that again. Brilliant,” he said, remembering the scene from months before.

“Thought about it,” you admitted. “But I didn’t want to cause a bigger scene than he was already causing. This is your hometown, Harry. I didn’t want to embarrass you, especially not in front of your friends. And even more so, because your family still lives here.”

Harry turned his head to kiss the side of yours. “Love, thank you for thinking of me, and my family. But you could never embarrass me.”

“Sure?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said, kissing your shoulder.

“Then may I ask you something?” you asked softly.

“Of course,” he replied.

You pulled your foot up and nearly stuck it in his face.

“Will you kiss my toe?”

Harry laughed again and teased you by kissing your toes several times, trying to help you rub the pain away, then you cozied up and both soon fell asleep.


The week began as any other. You made your usual walk to the station every morning and rode it into work, spent a long day at your desk researching, preparing, and creating your next assignment for the magazine you worked for, then returned home each night to whatever awaited you. Sometimes you thought, short of being in a relationship with someone so popular, that your life was probably pretty boring and mundane. Harry was spending long hours lately working with others, creating new songs for his next big project, having meetings and such, so you weren’t seeing as much of each other as you would both like. But you were proud of his strong work ethics and dedication, and supported him completely in his efforts, even if it meant sometimes not seeing him much.

Tonight was going to be different though. You were going out and going to have a great time. You always had a fun time with your best friend, Kari, and you hadn’t seen her as much lately either, and was definitely ready for some girl time.

As you stepped off the train and walked the short distance between it and the pub, you smiled a huge smile as Kari greeted you on the sidewalk outside.

“There’s my beautiful best friend!” Kari screamed, running to you and hugging you tightly.

“Kari, you just saw me a couple of hours ago at work. Have I changed that much so quickly?” you teased.

“I know,” she said. “But it’s not like our offices are even on the same floor or anything. It’s been ages since we girls have had a night out.”

“Too long, yeah,” you said, squeezing her again. “Let’s go inside.”

The two of you walked inside and found an intimate corner away from the noise for a bit.

“So,” you said, sipping the cold beer from your glass, “What’s been happening in your life? How are things with, what’s her name…Jenny? Jun?”

“Jani…” she said as you nodded. “That’s over. Fun for awhile but she was a bit too…out there…for my liking.”

“Someone was too ‘out there’ for you?” you asked, surprised.

“Imagine that,” she said, not offended in the slightest. “Besides, wasn’t much fun in the bedroom, I’ll tell you that much.” Kari rolled her eyes. “She just lays there, I swear! Making me do all the work! I like to be taken care of too, you know?”

“Best that you realized it early on then,” you giggled at her.

“Yeah, too much work,” she said, sipping her drink. “I’d like to be the one just layin’ there doin’ nothin’ but receivin’ sometimes, I’ll tell you that for sure.” You laughed out loud at your friend’s willingness to just say things like they are. “So how about you and Harry?” she asked, a bit too loudly and you shushed her. “Sorry.”

“Things are great,” you smiled. “We’re both staying busy right now, but it’s good. Couples need to have time away from each other, time to spend with other friends and such.”

“Are you in love with him?” she asked with a smirky smile.

“Yeah,” you giggled. “What’s not to love about Harry?”

“God, this place is dragging tonight,” Kari complained. “We need some excitement! Need to bring the girls out and get some fun going in here!” Kari began unbuttoning her blouse and, realizing she was wearing no bra and already has one breast exposed, you quickly grabbed the button edging and closed it again.

“Kari, stop!” you laughed.

You and your bestie sat for a long time, catching up with each other, laughing and enjoying another drink, then you realized how late it had gotten and remembered you both had work in the morning. You walked, arm in arm, out the front door of the pub.

“Would have been even more fun if you hadn’t closed up m’top and made me put away the jubblies!” Kari said as you laughed. “No night is complete until you’ve flashed someone, right? Am I wrong?”

Before you could say anything else, you were immediately blinded by flashes and voices yelling at you.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell!” Kari yelled.

You tried to shield your eyes from the bright flashes, squinting to see if you could make out what was happening.

“Babe, does this happen to you all the time?” Kari yelled to you.

“Never!” you yelled back. “I don’t…” You were confused, then grabbed Kari’s arm and walked closely with her, trying to maneuver your way through the small group of photographers.

“Miss, how long have you and Harry been seeing each other?” one yelled.

“Are you and Harry dating or just good friends?” another hollered.

“Where’s Harry tonight, love?” a third chimed in.

“Come on, Kari,” you said into her ear. “Just ignore them and keep your head down.”

“Bloody fuckin’ leaches! How about gettin’ a real job? Or better yet, a life!” Kari yelled, as you tugged at her arm and tried to get her to be quiet.

The two of you ducked inside the next open business and hid around a corner where the small group of photographers couldn’t see you.

“Holy hell, love!” Kari looked at you with wide eyes. “Is that what you deal with when you and Harry are out?”

“No!” you insisted. “We’ve always managed to keep it under wraps. I don’t understand what’s happened, why all of a sudden…” You tried to think what could have possibly triggered this to happen. You and Harry hadn’t even seen each other in a couple of days, and then it was only for a couple of hours at his house.

“You’re buzzin’, babe,” Kari said. You broke from your deep thought and looked at Kari, confused.

“What?” you asked.

“Your phone, love,” she said, grabbing for your purse and pulling it out, handing it to you.

You looked and saw it was a call from Harry. Perfect timing, you thought.

“Harry?” you answered with a voice you didn’t completely recognize as your own.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said with a tired voice. “I hope I’m not calling too late.”

“What?” you asked, still confused as a flash blinded you momentarily when you realized you stepped out a bit too far from around the corner you were seeking refuge in. “Oh…no. It’s fine.”

“You alright?” he asked into your ear.

“Yeah,” you said without thinking. “Um, I mean, no actually.”

“What’s wrong?” he questioned, hearing timidity in your voice.

“There are photographers,” you said, trying to think.

“What? Where? Where are you?” he riddled like a machine gun.

“Um…” you looked around, not really sure where you were, and saw a sign. “Inside a hotel lobby…somewhere. Kari and I went out for awhile and we were sort of ambushed as we came out. We ducked in here to get away from them.”

“Tell me where you are, I’ll come get you,” he said, nervously. He knew what the paparazzi were like all too well.

“No…Harry,” you insisted. “It’s okay. It’ll just make it worse if you show up. Give them exactly what they want, won’t it?”

“Sweetheart, you don’t understand how they are,” he nearly shouted. “It can be dangerous.”

“Harry, it’s alright,” you said, snapping out of your thoughts with a possible plan. “Listen, I need to go. I’ll call you as soon as I’m home.”

“No, love!” you heard him objecting, but the last thing you wanted, and the last thing Harry needed, was to have to be in the middle of this. You’re an adult and you’re smart. You could figure it out. You heard your phone buzz and saw it was Harry calling you back, and slid your phone into your purse.

“Come on,” you said to Kari, grabbing her arm.

The two of you walked to the front desk as the photographers began flashing away at the sight of you.

“May I help you?” the person behind the counter asked with a smile.

“Yes, thank you,” you said as politely as you could. “See those loons out front flashing their cameras all over the front of your building?” The hotel employee nodded, having already been annoyed by the flashes and occasional holler of a question. “Help us out and I think they’ll soon leave.”

“Are you someone I should know?” the young man asked, almost excitedly.

“No,” you stated clearly and deliberately. “But I am associated with someone who is very influential, thus the reason for the cameras.” You looked at him as he contemplated. “I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking if you leave matters alone and let us suffer through this on our own, that my influential friend may pop up, bringing a nice little spotlight on your lovely little hotel here.” The man smiled. “Or…or my friend and I could cause a scene here at your lovely little hotel, all caught on camera, and because of who my influential friend is, and because I am a writer for a very popular British magazine, it could do a bit of damage to your nice little establishment.”

The young man looked at you with wider eyes now and cleared his throat. “What can we do to help?”

“Do you have a back exit?” you asked as he nodded. “Pretend you are registering a room to us and hand me a keycard. We’ll follow you over to ride the lift to make it look real, then if you would kindly escort us to a different lift somewhere that we could take back down to the back exit, I’ll hand the key back to you and we’ll be out of your hair. Once the photographers see we appear to be staying the night, I think they’ll leave.” You looked at him as he mulled the plot over in his mind.

“Or I can flash them these and have even more photographers chomping at you, Charlie boy!” Kari said with force as she ripped open her blouse, exposing her breasts to the unsuspecting young man.

You looked at Kari and closed your eyes, shaking your head slightly, then looked back at the employee. Looking at you, then at Kari and her still exposed breasts, he handed you a keycard.

“If you’ll follow me, ladies,” he said with a grin.

You looked at Kari who smiled at you and you both followed the man to the elevator doors, flashes exploding outside of the large glass doors and windows. Kari kept a huge smile on her face as you noticed her blouse still open.

“God, Kari, put those things away! This isn’t Mardis Gras,” you said to her quietly, as she closed her top.

Soon you both found yourself escaping the building through a private employee entrance, passing a nice tip along to the young man for helping, then began an eerie walk down a partially lit alleyway, until you were far enough away from the hotel to return to the street. You walked arm-in-arm until you reached the entrance to Kari’s building.

“Well, lovely, sad to admit that’s the most exciting night I’ve had in awhile, but true as it is, I’m glad it was with you!” she said lovingly as she hugged you and kissed your cheek. “Best friends for life, aren’t we?”

“Best friends for life,” you said, squeezing her tightly.

You quickly made your way to the nearest tube station and were extremely happy when you walked into your house and collapsed on your sofa. You looked at the ceiling and exaggerated a deep exhale, then heard pounding on your door.

“Oh, God, now what?” you said, exasperated. You stood to walk to the door and heard Harry’s voice.

“Babe! Are you here?!” you heard Harry yell. “Please be here.”

You quickly opened the door and barely saw the look of fear mixed with relief on his face as he drew you into his arms.

“Oh my God!” he said, relieved. “Why have you not been answering your fuckin’ phone, love? I’ve been out of my mind with worry!”

You realized it probably wasn’t nice of you to not get back with him immediately, but you were so thrown by the events of the night that your only thought in that moment was to get home as quickly as possible.

“Are you alright?” he said, pulling away from you and holding your face in his hands. “You’re okay?”

“Yeah, Harry, I’m fine, really,” you told him, smiling to try and reassure him. He hugged you again tightly for a long moment, then the two of you sat on the sofa, his hands never leaving you.

“Please, never do that to me again!” he nearly shouted. “You have no idea the panic I’ve been going through.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, frowning. “I didn’t mean to…” you said, looking down, feeling terrible and seeing the look in his eyes. “After I talked to you, my mind was focused on getting back here as quickly as I could. I was still kind of shocked it even happened. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you,” you said sadly and honestly.

He hugged you again then kissed you sweetly. You explained to him how the night transpired and discussed it.

“Well, it’s apparent we’ve been found out to some extent,” he said unhappily. “I’m sorry, love. I’m afraid your life is going to change somewhat now. Not a normal life anymore.”

“Since when has any of this been normal?” you asked him with a grin and he grinned slightly, too.

“Still,” he continued, “I presume this is only the beginning. Should find out soon how this happened, who’s responsible for it.” You exhaled deeply and he kissed your cheek. “How about you grab what you need and let’s go back to my house for the night. You look as tired as I feel. I’ll make sure you get to work in the morning. Closer from my home anyway.”

You packed a few things, went back with him to his house, and were grateful to finally drift off into sleep. As the two of you sat at the tall island eating a bit of breakfast the next morning, Harry explained some things to you.

“Sweetheart, I was none too happy last night when you hung up on me,” he said as you looked at him apologetically, “but I understand why you did, and thank you. But…that being said, we need to discuss how things are inevitably going to change now. Not only for you, but for us.”

“Alright,” you agreed.

“Unless we have been spotted out together somewhere, someone who knows us would have had to have told someone,” Harry stated. “No idea who, but that’s besides the point. Not sure that it matters. But, I am not comfortable with you walking alone to and from anywhere now. So…”

“Harry,” you countered. “Don’t you think that’s a little extreme?”

“After last night, you’re seriously asking me that?” he questioned, his brows raised high. “Love, I don’t think you have any idea what this means. An enormous amount of your privacy is gone now. And as long as you and I are together, you’re not going to get it back. Lose more of it, too.”

“So what are you suggesting?”

“I think we should either get you a car, install a good security system at your home, and get you a bodyguard,” he said while taking a drink of his juice, “or…you could live with me.”

You looked at him, thinking you maybe didn’t hear him right, as he took another bite of his food. You crunch your eyebrows deeply into the center of your forehead as you thought. Harry watched you as he ate his food.

“What do you think?” he asked. You set your fork next to your plate on the island top, thoughts circling your mind. You knew what you were thinking, you just didn’t know how to say it to Harry. “Love?”

You looked at him with a bit of a frown. “Yeah, um, I don’t know, Harry.”

This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. It was supposed to be romantic, and sweet, and cheesy…all very Harry. Instead it was laid out like a trip to the market. Cutlet or Scotch fillet, poppet? Although unintentional, you’re sure, you didn’t think Harry even seemed excited at the prospect of living together. It was an option. Either one or the other. Made it sound incredibly platonic, which you knew was not the case, but still, it was so black and white. Drink of juice, question, and not even a smile or giggle or squeeze of your knee under the counter, showing he was excited at the thought of it. It didn’t feel right. You had definitely been together long enough to be living together, but he made it sound less than appealing with either option.

“Need to think on it, I guess,” you said softly.

Harry nodded, then continued eating. You pushed your food around with your fork a bit, thinking about the conversation, then stood when he did. You dumped your food as he washed his plate and fork.

“You didn’t eat much,” he observed. “Not hungry?”

“Um, no, not really,” you answered. “It was good, though, thank you.”

You started to wash your dishes but he took them from you, kissing your forehead, and grinning at you. You thanked him, then finished what you needed to do to leave for work.

“I’ll take you to work before I go to the studio,” Harry told you as he put his boots on.

“Harry, you don’t have to,” you said, putting your phone into your bag and making sure you have everything you needed. “It’s not a long tube ride from here, and it’s out of your way.”

“I didn’t ask,” Harry said without a smile. “I’m taking you. Are you ready?”

You looked at him and saw that look again. That same one after the confrontation with Alex in the little pub in Cheshire. That look sent a chill over your body, so you didn’t argue, looking back into your bag. Harry walked to you, turning you to face him, placing his large hands on either arm.

“I need to know that you’re safe,” Harry said, lovingly. “Just do this for me, okay?”

You nodded to him as he kissed you gently. He pulled away, caressing your cheek with his thumb, then kissed you more deeply. You could feel it in his kiss. He loved you. And he did want what was best for you. So, at least for now, you’d do as he asked, without argument.

As Harry’s car approached your building, you heard him cuss under his breath. You looked at him, then to where he was looking down the street, several feet from your office doors. Five photographers, maybe six, standing outside the doors looking around, chatting with each other, checking their phones and talking no doubt to whoever tipped them off this time.

“How did they find out?” you asked, shocked.

Harry took a deep breath and exhaled deeply. “Are you starting to better understand, sweetheart?” You both just sat and looked at the photographers for a moment, then he looked at you.

“Take the service entrance, just there,” you pointed and he drove around the back of the large building, unbeknownst to the photographers at the front of the building. He drove where you directed him, to a large door that said, “Delivery Entrance”. You looked at him and believed the look on his face was probably much like the one on your own.

“Be thinkin’ on it, love,” Harry told you. “It’ll only get worse.”

Again, you were uncomfortable, and kind of sad, that the way the idea of you and Harry living together was being propositioned to you, was nowhere near the way you had envisioned it to happen. It made it seem like it wasn’t really what he wanted, or at least not yet. You reached to open the door of the car when you felt his hand grasp your arm.

“Hey!” he said, almost growling. “Don’t I get a proper kiss before we have to work?” You grinned slightly then gave him a quick kiss to his lips, but he still didn’t let you go. “I believe I said a proper kiss,” he teased with the first real smile you’ve seen from him for awhile. You smiled a bit more, leaning to him and kissing his sweet, soft lips. You felt his hand gently on your throat, stroking your jaw lightly with his thumb, as you tasted each other’s lips. You leaned away, looking at him for approval. “That’s more like it. If I can’t get away to be here by five to get you, I’ll have a car waiting. Use this entrance until the photographers get bored of standing around outside the front.” You nodded at him again and turned to push your door open. Still feeling his hand grasping you, you turned and looked at him. “I love you,” he said warmly. “Know that, don’t ya?”

You smiled and nodded. “I know. I love you, too.” He smiled again at that, leaning to you for one more kiss, then finally releasing his hold on your arm, allowing you to walk inside your building.

You tried your hardest to work but you couldn’t concentrate. As you sat in the break room eating your lunch alone, Kari walked in with hers and sat next to you.

“Having lunch with all your friends, are you, petal?” she teased, looking around at all the empty chairs.

“Thought if I came at a busy work time, maybe it would be quiet in here.”

“What’s wrong, darlin’?” she asked, kissing your cheek and hugging you lightly. “Not your normal, chipper self today. Do I need to kick someone’s ass for you?”

You giggled, “No, everything’s okay. Just a lot on my mind, I guess.”

“Tell your best friend all about it,” she encouraged. “Bored to tears today.” You stayed quiet as you took a bite of your food and looked at her. “Come on, out with it. Ain’t got all day, ya know.”

“You just said you’re bored to tears today,” you chastised.

Kari rolled her eyes at you as she bit into her food. “What’s happening? Trouble with the boyfriend? No fornicating happening lately or something?”

You chuckled slightly then shook your head. “No, everything is fine. He…actually asked me to move in with him this morning.”

“Well, I’ll be a monkey’s ass, you’re moving in with him?!” she blurted loudly.

“Shh,” you chided. “I don’t know yet, Kari.”

“What? Are you insane?” she yelled and you begged her to be quiet. “Sweetheart, do you know how many women and gay men…hell, straight men, for that matter…around the world would give their right testicle to live with Harry Styles?”

“No, Kar,” you chortled. “How many women around the world would give their right testicle to live with Harry Styles?”

“All of them!” she shouted. “Every last fuckin’ one of them!” You giggled at her excitement. “Why aren’t you jumpin’ for joy about it, darlin’?”

“Because, Kar,” you said, trying to bring the volume levels down once again. “Because, I don’t know if I’m going to accept or not yet.”

“Why the bloody hell not?!” she reprimanded. “Sweetheart, this is wonderful news! Why wouldn’t you want to live with the most amazing boyfriend you’ve ever had, who just happens to live in a multi-million dollar home, one of many I’m sure, around the world. Are you ill?” she said, feeling your forehead.

“Because,” you continued. “Because, when he asked, it wasn’t sweet, and special, and romantic, like I’d been dreaming about. Like every girl dreams about. It was almost like…I don’t know, an offer, like he was proposing a business deal. Either I accept extravagant amounts of additional security measures, or I move into his house. It just didn’t feel right.”

As you talked and began to clean up your mess to go back to your desk, your phone buzzed with a text.

Decided yet?

So romantic. You took a deep breath, replied with a simple ‘no’, left it at that, and went back to work. At the end of your day, you were beyond ready to go home. You walked to the front doors of the building, and as you saw the small hoard of photographers talking and adjusting this or that on their equipment, you remembered Harry was supposed to meet you at the back of the building. You quickly walked there, but as you opened the door, you saw a black car, with a driver standing by the door. You sighed and walked to the car, allowing him to open it for you, and stepped inside. That meant Harry would probably be working late, and you would be forced to sit and think about the subject all night, driving yourself mad in the process.

As you realized the driver was going the opposite direction from your home, you questioned him.

“Excuse me?” you said as he turned his head slightly to listen. “My home is that direction.”

“Miss,” he nodded. “Harry asked me to take you to his house.”

“Why? If he’s working…?” you asked him, like he was supposed to have the answer.

“I’m sorry, miss, I don’t know,” he kindly answered. “He asked me to pick you up and take you back to his house.”

“Thank you,” you replied, confused but accepting. No doubt he wanted to discuss it more after he got home from work.

When the car pulled into the drive of the large home, you walked toward the front door. As you began to open it, the knob pulled away gently from your hand, and you looked up to see Harry standing in front of you.

“Hello, love,” he said sweetly, smiling at you and kissing your lips, one hand on the door, the other hand on your waist. “How was your day?”

“It…was fine, thanks,” you said, pleasantly surprised. “How was yours?”

“It was fine, too,” he hugged you, pulling you inside and closing the door behind you. You started to pull out of the hug but he only drew you closer to him. You especially loved the long, drawn-out, warm hugs from him. His hands slowly caressing up and down your back, his face buried into your neck, sweet kisses being planted on your skin over and over. It felt like…home.

Harry took your hand, walking you through the hallway toward the dining room, where you saw a beautifully set table, complete with a delicious meal and lit candles, soft music playing in the background. You looked at him, sweetly surprised.

“What’s this?” you asked, confused but happy.

“Can’t a man make a delicious meal for the woman he loves?” he beamed at you.

You smiled with a bit of tears building, but you blinked them away. “Of course,” you said, “but why?”

He stood facing you, holding your hands. “I thought about our conversation this morning, and I realized how cold it sounded. Honestly couldn’t shake the thought of it out of my head all morning, the look in your eyes. By noon I decided I was never going to get any work done if I didn’t relieve the stress from my mind over it, and show you the proper way that conversation should have happened.”

“Harry, you don’t…” you started but he silenced you, placing his finger over your lips, then softly brushing his thumb across them.

“Had this evening planned out for a good month or so already,” he admitted. “Fucked it up this morning because of what happened with the photographers last night. Let me try again?” He looked at you with a pouty face then grinned. “Please?”

You grinned at him and kissed his lips gently, accepting the returned kiss he applied to your lips. Harry pulled out your chair, always the gentleman, and you enjoyed a beautiful, romantic meal together. After a lovely evening of talking, giggles, music, and wine, Harry took your hand, turned off the lights, and walked you quietly into his bedroom. He closed the door behind you both and turned to kiss you. He stood, looking at your face, and smiled slightly. “So beautiful,” he said softly. “Not sure you can yet truly understand how deeply I feel for you. But I hope you never doubt it.”

“I don’t doubt it,” you gently said. “You mean so much to me, Harry.”

You felt his strong arms engulf around your shoulders as his lips began a path of gentle kisses down your neck. You felt his teeth lightly nicking at your collarbone as his hands slid slowly from your shoulders down to your ass. You felt the slight gathering of warmth begin to travel under your skin. He leaned away, taking your hand and turning. You followed his lead as he walked past the large bed and into the washroom. It was an enormous washroom, with every luxury a person could possibly need, but in that moment, those luxuries were the last thing on your mind. You stood still as he kissed you softly, then walked around, lighting numerous candles he had thoughtfully placed all around the large room. As he finished, he looked at you with a grin, and turned the bright lights of the overhead bulb off, leaving the room illuminated beautifully by the vast array of candlelight.

Harry walked back to where you were still standing, not moving a muscle, and held you closely from behind. You felt his beautiful pink lips kiss your neck as his hands moved methodically over your body. His fingertips pressed firmly into your waist and hips as he tasted your skin, nibbling on your shoulder. His hands felt firm as they fondled your breasts, clutching each in his grasp, pulling you as closely against his body as he could. He released them for a moment as he slowly unzipped the zipper on the back of your dress, separating the fabric and sliding it down your body until it puddled at your feet. You moved your hands behind you enough to grab his hips and hold them tightly to your own, feeling the lump in his pants becoming more prominent against your ass. His hand slowly moved back around your body as one of them wrapped around your waist, the other one moving gently over the fabric of your panties. He cupped you in his large hand, rubbing you slowly through the silky fabric of your panties. His lips trailed up your neck to your jaw, as he used his free hand to gently pull your jaw around for your lips to meet his. He licked your bottom lip, biting it lightly, tasting your tongue as you teased, all the while still rubbing and cupping you in his hand.

“Feel you getting wet for me, love,” he breathed into your ear. “Knickers are soakin’ through already.” You nodded without saying a word, loving the sensations he was already mastering inside of you. You felt his free hand lift your chin. “Open your eyes, kitten,” he whispered. You do, not even realizing you had closed them in the first place. He nodded forward. “Want you to watch what I do to you. Want you to see how fuckin’ beautiful you are when you cum.” You hadn’t realized you were directly facing the large mirror over the smooth stone vanity until then. Harry always loved to watch everything sexual you and he did together, and now you knew why. Watching his hand cupping you, his other hand working over your nipple through the lacy fabric of your bra with his fingers, all the while as he watched your body, your eyes, your expressions…yeah, you understood why now.

You didn’t know how he managed to flick open the clasp on your bra with only one hand, but you decided in that moment he was a genius. He gently tossed the offending clothing onto the floor, then raised his hand once again to find your erect nipples waiting for his touch again. He pulled them gently, one at a time, between his thumb and fingers, biting gently into your neck as you both watched in the mirror. He felt your hips buck into his hand a bit. He slid his finger over the fabric, causing it to disappear inside of you from the force of his finger against your slit. He rubbed the fabric back and forth along your clit, as his other fingers caressed up and down your lips. You felt him tugging at your nipples while biting your neck a bit more forcefully. You weren’t sure which sensation was greater and you began finding it more difficult to keep your eyes open. You began grinding against his hand as you heard him moan quietly in your ear. “That’s it. Cum fo’ me, pet. First of many, I promise.” The promise of multiple orgasms was all it took to send you over the edge as your breathing increased and you moaned, grabbing the clothes still on Harry’s body closely behind you as your body shook. You released another moan as you trembled from the orgasm you were experiencing, slowing your breathing as it began to ease. “Good, baby, good,” Harry praised, as he pushed your panties down your hips to the floor.

You stayed standing where you were as you noticed Harry quickly undressing and starting the shower water. It was a gorgeous open shower, large enough for several people, much less two. He made sure the water temperature was perfect as he finished undressing himself and took your hand.

“Come,” he told you as he lead you into the stream of water. You eagerly followed him as he began passionately kissing you, his tongue lapping at yours, sucking your lips into his, biting at your jaw. He was without question leaving bite marks and hickies on you, and you loved it. The excitement of the moment with the slight pain was gratifying. Painful pleasure. He kissed you over and over again, his arms never leaving their place around your body, holding you tightly between his body and the tiled shower wall. At some point he managed to lather both of your bodies, but you were in such a euphoric haze, you barely remembered it. You felt a blast of water suddenly hit you below and your eyes shot open. The amazing power of multiple, adjustable shower heads, you thought. You felt Harry keep the pressure right on your clit as you panted against his neck, biting it and hearing a full-throttled moan escape his throat.

Harry moved you out of the direct streams and spread your thighs open with his leg. You felt by the nibbles and bites he trailed from your neck, down your body, that he was becoming more aggressive. He kissed your belly, kneeling in front of you, moving his eager mouth lower, before blowing hot breath on your sensitive areas. He layered kisses…beautiful hot, wet kisses…all around you until you were dripping from the pleasure of it, begging for him.

“Please…Harry, please…” you pleaded, urging him closer by caressing his head and jetting your pubic bone forward. “Please…”

Instantly you felt an intense lick of his tongue from the bottom of your lips to the top of your clit, and you caught your breath, pulling his hair unintentionally. He liked the pain of the stinging of his scalp and did it again, causing a loud moan from your throat. You heard a long moan from Harry, that sounded like he was having more pleasure from it than you were, but that couldn’t be possible, could it? Using your juices to coat his fingers, he sucked gently on each of your lips. You sunk down on his face slightly and he groaned in pleasure again. He parted you with his fingers, plunging them into you, as his mouth manipulated your tiny nub until it felt like it could explode. Harry covered your clit with his mouth, flicking the little button furiously. You moaned loudly, pulling his hair again. You felt the vibration of his moan on you and saw stars. He heard your breathing become more rapid, vacuuming his lips around you, his fingers stroking you as you ballooned inside. You panted loudly as if you were giving birth.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” you yelled, writhing under him, but he was merciless and didn’t release you at all. You felt your muscles contracting as your body shook in orgasm, warmth spreading over you, as you hollered out one more time, your juices exploding onto Harry’s face and mouth. He continued sucking and stroking you until he felt your trembling subsiding a bit but not stopping. Harry immediately stood and turned you to face the wall, stroking his cock a couple of times and rubbing it against your well-lubricated lips, before thrusting deeply inside of you. “Oh God!” you nearly begged for mercy, but it just felt too good to want it to end. He pounded his full length into you deeply, over and over again. You could hear his panting against your ear and the side of your face.

“Oh, you feel so good, baby,” he spoke, almost breathlessly into your ear. “Fuck, always feel so good for me.” He pushed deeply forward as his fingers quickly found your clit and began circling it again. You nearly whimpered a cry, unsure how much more you could take, but not wanting him to stop. He pressed you nearly flat against the shower wall, thrusting harder and faster. Your hands raised above your head and dropped at the elbow until your fingers once again found his damp locks and tugged firmly. You felt that familiar build up again, as your body began to tremble inside and you tightened around him.

You heard Harry moan, puffing loud breaths into your ear. He’s full inside of you and you felt him pulsing against your walls. “Need…need ya’ to cum for me now, love,” he said. “Need ya to…” Before he can even finish saying it again, you moaned loudly as your body quaked. Your pussy squeezed him, milking brutally, as you heard Harry grunt loudly next to your ear, feeling him push one more aggressive thrust into you before holding himself deeply inside of you, allowing your walls to squeeze him to completion. You felt his dick pumping his seed into you, as you both continued to face the shower wall, trying to recover the act of breathing. A moment later, you realized you still had a good hold of his hair, and released it, rubbing his scalp.

“Sorry, babe,” you said, taking a deep breath. “Sorry.” 

You felt him shake his head, letting you know to not apologize for it. Harry kissed your shoulder, as you moved your hand to his cheek, caressing him. He kissed your hand, then your cheek, then leaned away, relieving the pressure of his weight off your backside. He turned you to face him, looking into your eyes, both of you looking spent, but in the best way possible. He kissed you sweetly for a long moment, tasting you once again, then holding you, simply loving the feel of you in his arms.

After a quick clean, the two of you made your way into the bedroom and collapsed into his bed. He laid close to you, facing you as you laid on your back, peppering your shoulder and neck with gentle kisses. You leaned your head toward him so that his forehead was pressing gently against your temple.

“I’m sorry that this morning, I made you moving in with me, sound like it wasn’t important to me or something,” he spoke softly to you. “I didn’t mean for it to sound that way, I just…I worry for your safety, and my mind was in that mode. I never want anyone to hurt you. I want to take care of you.”

You turned your head and kissed him sweetly. “It’s okay,” you replied.

“Babe,” he said, looking more directly at you, as your heads rested on the same pillow. “I’ve been planning how to ask you to move in with me for weeks now. I was just thrown by everything that happened. But I want you to live with me, if you want it, too. My home is…closer to your work…more central to everything than yours…has amazing security…and I’ll make sure you safely get anywhere you need to go. I worry about you when you’re at your house, when I’m here or away. I want you with me. I want you around me.” You saw the serious but loving look on his face as he caressed yours. “Move in with me, please?”


Like the cliff hanger? *insert maniacal laugh here.

I am humbled by the amazing response I am getting to this series. Thank you all so much! And thank you to those who reblog, sharing it with others. I appreciate it more than you know. Writing has always been a passion of mine, and thanks to Harry, it’s taken this warped twist. :) I love being slightly warped, don’t you?

I will begin working on Chapter Five tonight and hope to have it posted over the next couple of days. Long stories are my specialty, as my experience is more with writing novel-lengths and screenplays. Writing the short stuff is new for me, but I appreciate the great response to my Music Series writings, as well.

Please feel free to come talk to me or send asks. I love people! Writers love to talk and get to know people. It’s great character development. :P

I hope you are all having an amazing weekend, and have a lovely week! xo

Request: It’s me, again! Here is my request: The cast being asked, what the reader smells like and everyone starts joking around but Jack answers right away her perfume’s name. In fact she told them that while filming which is over a year ago and that’s how everyone finds out that he is in love with the reader (or already in a relationship, I let you decide that).


“Hello everyone! Today we’re here with some of the cast from the new movie Dunkirk. Please welcome Tom Glynn-Carney, Harry Styles, Fionn Whitehead, and Jack Lowden!”

Currently you were half-watching the interview on TV as you rushed around your room looking for something to wear.

You were really good friends with these boys, you had met them on the set of your dads new movie Dunkirk. You worked as a costume designer on the movie, and when you weren’t doing that you worked with your dad on set.

Your dad of course was Christopher Nolan, one of the greatest directors of modern cinema.

You were staying in New York with your parents for the time being. When Jack had texted you saying that he and the other boys were going to be in the city, you of course made plans to meet up with them.

The plan was to have breakfast in an hour, right after their interview was done. Which is why you were rushing around your room doing your make-up while only vaguely paying attention to the interview.

But you stopped when your name was mentioned, making you turn to the TV curiously.

“Now we’ve seen through various social media that you boys are pretty close with Chris’ daughter. What’s it like working with Y/N?” The interviewer asked, making you listen intently.

“She’s great!” Fionn stated, making the other boys nod in agreement. “I was really nervous when I first came on set, but she was so outgoing and friendly that she made me feel right at home.”

“Yah, she’s such a sweet lass. Really determined to help her dads film be successful. There were days when she’d jump righ’ in the freezin’ water to help him. Sometimes she’d even do his job fer him. I’d work with her again in a heart beat.” Jack answered, making a wide grin form on your face.

Truth be told you had a little crush on Jack, but you never pursued anything because you figured he’d never like you back. A girl could hope though.

“We all saw the tweet Y/N made about how creeped out you guys made her when you’d sniff her. What was that all about?” The guys all burst into laughter, remembering the day clearly.

“Well it really all started with Harry.” Tom spoke up, sending a brief smile at said boy. “Harry’s got this weird thing with scents, so when he met her all he said was that she smelled good.”

“Hey! She does smell good. You can’t blame me for that!” Harry joked, making the interviewer laugh.

“So naturally everyone on set was curious so we all stopped by to see her so we could smell her.” Tom finished, shrugging his shoulders.

“Apparently it’s not socially acceptable to go around sniffing people. Y/N was so freaked out.” Fionn laughed, making you shake your head slightly.

“I can imagine I would be too. But now I’m curious, what does she smell like?” The interviewer asked, and all four boys chimed in at the same time.





All heads snapped towards Jack’s at his answer, eyes raised in shock.

“Wha? She told us she wears Clinique happy heart.” Jack defended, looking around at his friends in confusion. You were watching the TV with your mouth dropped open, surprised he remembered that from well over a year ago.

“Mate, she told us that like 15 months ago, how do you remember that?” Harry asked, a smirk spreading slowly across his face.

“I don’ know, good memory I suppose.” He replied, though there was an awkward look growing on his face.

“Liar.” Tom coughed, making Harry and Fionn laugh.

“So what other random facts do you know about Ms. Nolan, Jack?” The interviewer asked, making the boys wiggle their eyebrows at the Scotsman.

“I-Um, well…” Jack was turning into a stuttering mess, completely shocking you. He was usually so composed and put together, even under stressful situations. “She likes ginger tea, she hates coffee unless it’s black. She can’ fall asleep unless the TVs on. Her favorite flowers are sunflowers. And she’s afraid o’ seagulls.”

“Mate, how do you know all this?” Fionn asked, while the rest of the boys stared at Jack in shock. You were stood frozen, a blush forming on your cheeks.

“I um, pay attention?” Jack tried, nibbling on his lip slightly. The other boys started to look smug, as if they knew something he didn’t.

“Yeah, sure. You pay attention.” Harry started, sharing a glance with Fionn and Tom.

“Every minute-”

“Of every day.”

“You can hardly take your eyes off her.”

“Must be why you always made excuses to visit her in her trailer.”

“You like her!”

“Alrigh’! Alrigh’, would ye three shut up?” Jack complained, throwing a hand over his face in embarrassment.

“Okay, let’s just go to the next question…”

A little while later your phone began ringing, causing you to glance at the screen. You noticed Jack was calling, so you instantly picked up.

“You have some explaining to do.” You spoke, talking before he could say a greeting. He sighed over the line, sounding defeated.

“I’m guessin’ ye watched the interview?” He asked, voice cracking ever so slightly in nervousness.

“I did, and we have a lot to talk about.” You replied, a grin taking over your face. “I’m thinking we should ditch the other boys and just go to breakfast ourselves.”

“Are ye askin’ me on a date Ms. Y/N?” Jack teased, sounding much more relaxed.

“I am. Pick me up in 15 minutes perfume boy.”