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Chapter Eight

It was around 4pm when Hannah was finished showering and picking out her outfit, but with the jetlag, she could barely keep her eyes open. She had been laying on the bed for about 15 minutes and was beginning to drift off to sleep when Harry came in. “Hannah! You can’t sleep! What are you doing?!”

Hannah groaned and began to stretch. “Leave me alone. I can barely keep my eyes open. I just wanna sleep for like a half hour.”

Harry walked over to the bed, and Hannah felt it sink in. “Love, we’ve been over this in the past. You have to push through so you get on the right sleeping schedule.”

“I travelled for 15 hours to be here. Can’t you just let me lay down for like 20 more minutes? I don’t think I’ll make it through the night if I don’t rest for a bit.”

Hannah was way too cute for Harry to handle when she was sleepy so he gave in. When he said yes, she turned over and laid her head on Harry’s lap with a pillow under her head and a smile on her face, falling asleep almost immediately. Harry let her sleep for a full half hour as he knew her struggles all too well from touring all these years. Plus, after it had been 20 minutes, she looked so peaceful that he didn’t want to disturb her.

Harry moved the hair from her face to begin waking her. “Hey, Han, time to get up, love,” he smiled at her as she scrunched her nose. Hannah groaned and slowly opened her eyes. “Feeling any better?”

Hannah nodded. “Sorry for falling asleep on your lap. Once I got comfortable, I wasn’t moving.” They both chuckled.

“No worries, I didn’t mind at all.” He cooed at her with a soft smile as he watched her rub her eyes. “Ready to go out and have some fun?”

“Yeah, let me finish getting ready though. I’m also definitely going to need something to eat before I start drinking.”

Harry nodded at her, “Good thing I brought plenty of snacks and food for you!”

Hannah turned around from standing in the mirror, raising her eyebrows at Harry. “…Like Goldfish?”

Harry busted out laughing as he walked over to the snacks he brought, pulling out the giant box of Goldfish crackers, Hannah’s favorite snack. “Of course I did, anything for you.”

Hannah smashed a lot of the goldfish while getting ready. She got dressed in her festival clothing. She had fishnet stockings on underneath her black jean shorts along with a shimmery gold body suit that had a deep v that ran down her chest, which accentuated her chest very well, if Harry might add. She topped it off with a black choker and gold body glitter on her cheekbones and chest. Harry loved this sight of her, making his black jeans a little tighter than they already were. At the same time, he wanted to shield her off from everyone else who might see her at the festival; he just wanted her all to himself. But he knew that he couldn’t. Harry knew that Hannah liked to dress however she wanted, no matter who was looking, because you always knew where her loyalty was. Well, that’s how it was when they dated, and Harry assumed it would be the same this weekend, except probably towards Ryan now, he thought to himself. But for this weekend, she was all his, and he was just happy to be near her again.

Hannah was very satisfied with how her look turned out. She had set down the gold glitter to finish examining her makeup. “How do I look?” she said as she turned around to face Harry.

Harry looked her up and down, “You look great, as always.” Then he too stood up and twirled, slightly mocking her. “How do I look?”

Hannah laughed at him. “You look good, but I think you could look better.” Harry gave her a questioning look as she walked over to him. “I think you’re missing some glitter though.”

She lunged her hands towards him, but Harry was quicker and stopped both of her hands. She kept fighting though, pushing Harry backwards eventually hitting the bed. He fell backwards as his knees buckled so easily since he hadn’t braced himself. Hannah very quickly took advantage of him laying down and straddled him. She was able to get ahold of his hands and pin them above his head. Harry was obviously stronger than her so, in all honesty, he just let her win and kept his hands above his head. She deviously reached with her free hand into her back pocket where she pulled out a small tube. “I think your look would be complete with some glitter in your hair. Don’t you agree?”

They both had been laughing the entire time, and through his giggle, he was able to respond, “No! I’m not even wearing anything that would match it!”

As Hannah unscrewed the top, she cautiously let go of Harry’s hands to rub the glitter evenly across her palms. “I promise I’ll make it look good,” she said with a smirk. He rolled his eyes at her as she ran his fingers through his hair. Feeling Hannah give him unintentional head scratches made him forget what was going on, getting lost momentarily in the feeling.

She got off of his lap and made Harry sit up. She evenly applied the glitter to the back of his head since he was laying down only a moment ago. Subconsciously, he moved his hands to grip her thighs. It felt natural and comfortable, and Hannah seemed to ignore his touch. But actually, she felt tingly all over just from his touch so she reveled in it for the moment as she knew she would pull away in a second.

“There! Perfect! Your look is complete!” Hannah laughed as she walked away to put the glitter back in her make up bag.

Harry got up to see what she had done, only shaking his head in response. “You’re something else. You know that, right?”

“I’m here to have some fun so let me have it, damn it!”

He laughed at her. “Come on, let’s go see everyone else.”

Right next door there was a group of about eight people, only five that Harry originally came with. To her surprise, she actually knew some of Harry’s friends, unlike what he said before over the phone. Lou Teasdale, Lottie Tomlinson, and his sister Gemma were there, who immediately ran over and gave Hannah a hug. Although she never got to know them super well during her time with Harry, she was very glad to see some familiar faces. “I can’t believe you’re here! I had no idea you were coming! Louis is going to be so excited to see you,” Gemma exclaimed before changing her expression to an angry one as she turned to face Harry. “Now you, mister. Why didn’t you tell any of us?!”

“I’m sorry! It was a last minute thing! I didn’t do it on purpose!” Harry explained. Gemma hit the side of Harry’s arm.

Hannah turned towards Harry with the sassiest shocked face he’d ever seen, “You liar! He said I wouldn’t know any of these friends! He could’ve said something at any moment!” Her arms folded over her chest and looked Harry up and down. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some socializing to do.” Hannah turned towards Lottie to ask about drinks, to which they walked a little bit away to a cooler. And after that interaction, Lou looked between Hannah and Harry and then raised her eyebrow at him, questioning him bringing Hannah here. He knew what her look meant and just shrugged. He honestly didn’t really even know why Hannah agreed to come, but he decided to go with the flow for now.

“And what’s with the glitter in your hair?” Lou asked as she walked over to Harry.

“Oh just something fun, ya know.”

“And you expect me to believe that you voluntarily did that to yourself?”

A little smirk appeared on his face, “Hannah did it for me.”

“Interesting…” Lou trailed off as she walked away.

Hannah went with Lottie to meet the rest of the group, including Harry’s friends Alexa Chung, which Hannah had to not freak out about as she was a big fan of Alexa, Lottie’s boyfriend, and some others. Harry joined Hannah as she mingled for a bit until she went to go grab another drink out of the cooler. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, kissing Hannah on the cheek. Normally he wouldn’t do this, given the circumstances surrounding one’s relationship status, but the alcohol was starting to settle in. “I’m very sorry about not telling you. I just wanted you to be surprised!” He kissed her cheek again. “Please don’t be upset with me. I just thought it would make this weekend a lot better.”

Hannah sighed with a smile on her face as she turned around to look at Harry, his hands staying on her hips momentarily. “You’re lucky you’re so cute, Har,” she said as she reached up to push some hair out of his face, slightly running her fingers through his soft curls. The alcohol too was settling into her system, making her also a little braver. Harry glanced past Hannah for an instant at his sister, who gave him a knowing look after Hannah finished.

Looking back down at Hannah, “I’m glad my looks can do something for me,” he said with a wink, earning a laugh from Hannah.

“They can’t do much, that’s for sure,” Hannah walked away from him to talk to more people as Harry followed behind.

Eventually they made it to the shows, and thank god for all these people’s celebrity statuses that they didn’t have to fight any crowds to watch. They had nice side views in the VIP section, dancing and singing for hours. Louis found their group later on, freaking out when he saw Hannah.

Soon enough Hannah’s body couldn’t take it anymore as the jetlag was really catching up to her so Harry walked with Hannah back to the group of tents they were staying in. As they pulled back the sheet that was acting as a door, Hannah immediately belly flopped onto the bed. “As much as I wanted to stay out there until the set was over, my body says otherwise. And honestly, this bed feels like heaven.”

Harry was by his bag as she spoke. He was searching for something, and his expression changed to a very happy one as he found what he was looking for. He pulled out what looked like a cigarette for a moment as he turned towards Hannah. “Hey, Han.”

Hannah sat up and turned around to face Harry. Upon making eye contact, Harry wiggled his eyebrows at her. Hannah gasped upon seeing a joint. “Thee Harry Styles wants to smoke weed?! I never thought I’d see the day!”

He laughed with her. “Well, this tour got a little more stressful so I smoked occasionally just as a stress reliever. And Louis had brought some with him so…”

“Well if you’re asking me to smoke the Mary Jane with you, of course I’m in.” Hannah took the joint from between Harry’s fingers and grabbed the lighter on the table.

“Are you sure you’re not too tired?”

“Are you kidding me? This is gonna make me have the best sleep of my life tonight.” She lit the joint and breathed in a puff, letting the smoke fill her lungs. Hannah blew the smoke out of her lungs, having a small coughing fit as she tried to speak again. “I’m excited to see a high Harry Styles honestly.”



my stories

so I remodeled this list and now the stories close to the top are my newer and better ones while the ones further towards the bottom are my older stories - feel free to read as you like. I hope you enjoy them.

unscripted - part1 

how to feel when the man of your heart is talking about one night stands.

unscripted - part2

how to feel when the man of your heart might have had a one night stand.


all that’s important is being there.

not quite honest

he’s with her now, after he hadn’t intended to be.

in need for more

she wants to stay after sex.

not much of a surprise

she has something to tell him.

afraid of march

when one month can scare two people.

golden slumbers

life isn’t fair.

won her over

he wins her over.

cheese toasties

when she wakes up, H isn’t there.

absolutely infatuated

H loves taking pictures of her.


He betrays his wife.

favorite means first

H doesn’t know how to feel when she mentions somebody else.

smelly pillows

H smells a familiar perfume on her pillow.

committed to you

they reassure each other.

screaming contest in schweizerdeutsch

H forgets she’s bilingual.

drops and cheeks

she panics and he didn’t expect it.

not together together

they’re not a couple, but kinda act like one.


she wants him to say it.

everything for you.

she makes his home a home.

overstepping a line.

he is kissed without consent.

behind closed doors

they’re together, but only when the door is shut.

locked doors and broken hearts

they argue, they try to make up.

your mouth and mine

H and the girl spend some lovely moments kissing each other.

tangled up 

how are you supposed to feel when H seems to not be serious. - first story with no specific gender for the main lead.

a good guy

he receives a very unwelcome call at night.

common ground

when there is love, there is a common ground.

unwelcome hands

they meet when she is stuck in an uncomfortable situation.

she might be right

she might just be the girl for him, he might just be the guy for her, and it seems as though his mother knows that, too.

ahead is my older stuff. not saying it’s bad. it’s just old. (er).

Teardrops and a Mug of Tea

You’re Harry’s rebound.

Regrets and a happy Smile - ( kind of a Part2 to Teardrops and a Mug of Tea )

Harry’s heart hurts when he realized how big of a mistake leaving Y/N was.

Need for Breath and finding Each Other - ( kind of a Part3 to Teardrops and a Mug of Tea )

… Cheating Series:

He has Someone Else

Harry’s girlfriend is confronted with the knowledge that he’s cheating on her and has no choice but to deal with the consequences.

He’s with Me - (kind of a Part2 to He has Someone Else)

Harry cheated on his girlfriend and now has to deal with her having left him for it.

How could I be sure? - ( kind of a Part3 to He has Someone Else )

Harry cheated on his girlfriend but finds it hard to let her go.

This could be Our Thing

Harry and his lovely girlfriend decide to have a little bake competition

Don’t want You to Hate Me

When Y/N awakes in a hospital, she has no idea what could have possibly happened to her and that Harry thinks telling her would make her hate him, doesn’t exactly help either.

Enchanted by Her

Harry simply cannot look away when he sees her whispering along to Pink Floyd.

You Never Disappoint

Inexperienced Y/N wants Harry to finally introduce her to a more intimate level of their relationship.

A Little Bit of Jealousy

Hardly anything upsets Y/N as much as when her Harry is being hit on.

Ordinary Things

Harry can’t make time for simple things.


Harry wants to have sex and Y/N… doesn’t.

Party Monster

Harry is left with taking care of his ex girlfriend, Y/N, after she’d had a drink that was a little too heavy.

You’re My Favorite

What to get to the man who has everything?

Unwanted Attention

Harry has this one friend who loves hitting on Y/N.

Search for Loneliness

Harry breaks Y/N’s heart.

Search for Loneliness - Part2

Harry broke Y/N’s heart but how come he misses her now?

Needing Comfort

Harry and Y/N have been fighting for days. On day four, Y/N starts to cry.

Sick of Losing You

Harry and Y/N lost each other when he found someone else.

Look at Me

Y/N can’t understand why H never looks at her.

No Need to Worry

H is grumpy and jealous but Y/N knows how to cheer him up.

Still in Love

H and Y/N used to have a bond until they cut each other out of their lives.

Words Aint Enough

Y/N never asked him to commit himself to her, but when Harry flirts with someone else it breaks her heart.

Only You

Y/N cries over having seen Harry kiss someone else and he tries his best to comfort his friend.

Driving Lessons

Harry is convinced he has to teach Y/N how to drive.

No more Crying

It’s after an argument that Y/N realizes she cannot take it anymore.

What We once were

Y/N is in love with Harry and doesn’t understand why he cuts her off.

A Tenderness They don’t Understand

Harry and Y/N are utterly in love with each other.

Why are You like this?

Y/N feels overwhelmed and doesn’t know how to let her Harry know.

Ambiguous Love

Jealous Harry rather leads Y/N on than sharing her with somebody else.

Cold on Your Fingertips

Y/N can’t feel her heart beat anymore.

Warmth on Their Fingertips ( Part2 to ‘Cold on Your Fingertips. )

H tries to win Y/N over.

Guess He’s really into Her, Mate

Harry really likes Y/N and is surprised when his friend is less supportive.


Harry doesn’t hesitate to reassure Y/N of his loyalty to her.

Reversed Roles

H and her have lost their minds.

Pretty Close

H is pretty damn sure that Y/N is in love with him.

I’m happy for You

Dinner is really hard to enjoy when Y/N notices her ex, Harry, is on a date.

Drunk & in Love

Drunk Y/N can get very, very, smitten with Harry.

Christmas Harry - my blogmas Masterlist.

a collection of festive themed stories.

Choosing the wrong Priorities Part 1

Harry is urged to get back into the spotlight by staging a make out session with Kendall Jenner. His girlfriend isn’t too happy about that.

Choosing the wrong Priorities Part 2

Follow up to Choosing the wrong priorities part 1.

Choosing the wrong priorities part 3

Follow up to Choosing the wrong priorities part 2.

It never faded

You and Harry had a messy break up and after suffering a terrible heartache you’re ready to move on. That’s until he shows up at your door in the middle of the night.

Overhearing a confession

This is a One Shot about Harry being your best friend and falling asleep on top of you. Unfortunately, that’s the exact time your friend decides to talk about how obvious it is that you have feelings for each other.

A Difference between Like and Love

Harry and you are best friends stuck in the awkward transition between being friends and lovers.

On a scale from one to ten

Harry is caught up in his job and his girlfriend is fed up with it so they make a deal to put away their phones for the weekend and to spend some quality time together.

Admitting it

You’re Harry’s best friend who happens to be hopelessly in love with him. He doesn’t know, though and is dating Kendall Jenner. Until he shows up at your door.

A threatening Kiss

You and Harry are arguing after pictures of him making out with a girl are published online. He claims he’s innocent, but fed up and hurt you make him sleep at a hotel for the night.

A half full Coffee Mug

Requested AU imagine; In this one shot, Y/N is CEO Harry’s new assistant, whom he really likes to poke fun at. That is, until one evening on which Y/N has finally had enough.

From Friendship to more

Harry and Y/N are close friends and have a rather serious conversation at a mutual friend’s party.

You gave up on us

This is a one shot about Harry and his girlfriend talking and crying about how their relationship has developed and changed.

You gave up on us - Part 2

Follow up to ‘You gave up on us’ part one.

Settled Down

Harry entrusts Y/N with the first draft of the ‘Another Man’ article, in which he happens to talk about her as well.


Y/N loves Harry to pieces, however, not when he switches from being the nicest man to the complete opposite whenever he’s angry.

New Love

Harry is quite new at dating and though unsure how to behave around her, he knows he’s already in love.

A Duet sung by Himself

Harry takes his time for many people, however, not for his girlfriend.

A Duet sung by Himself - Part 2

Follow up to ‘A Duet sung by Himself’.

Ex-Girlfriend Troubles

Harry and Y/N’s Skype call is interrupted by no one other than his ex, Kendall Jenner.

There’s an Intruder in her Home

When Harry enters his girlfriend’s apartment, he’s quick to discover she has an uninvited guest.

The Styles Christmas Celebrations Routine

Harry and Y/N are a newly wed couple and disagree on when it’s time to open the christmas presents.

A Picture’s Worth…

*a/n - Not sure where in me this one shot came from, just know that I’m very much in pain about it. NSFW. Very very very. Rated m.*

An afternoon around your best friend’s pool and his newfound hobby lead you to a very awkward but very inspiring discovery.


You stumble across some photos on Harry’s camera that were definitely, definitely not meant for you, and it plants a seed.

happy reading! x

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“I feel ridiculous.”

“Enough o’that.” Harry grumbles from where he’s stood in the middle of his pool, face obscured behind his camera but not so much so that you can’t see the furrow of his brows and the pouting of his lips.

“Are you about done, H?” You wrinkle your nose in irritation from where you’re resting your weight on your hip, stood on his patio and holding the two margaritas you just made in the kitchen of his Hollywood Hills home, and Harry huffs out a frustrated sigh.

“M’tryin’ to get the lighting right. Sun’s givin’ me a hard time.”

He stopped you in your tracks nearly a full five minutes ago now, just as you were shouldering through the curtains billowing in the open doorway that leads from his kitchen to his big outdoor space. He’s not set that damn camera down a single time since you’d come over this morning, your best friend Harry, and it wasn’t annoying until he decided to start snapping photos of you, of all things.

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i cannot keep up w all of the boys separately it’s like having 4 children who have 4 different after school activities you need to attend in a night and you don’t know how to make it to all of them

Harry Styles Masterlist

* = smut

Harry chat/concepts

Full Fics

Beneath the Tide (ON HIATUS)

In which Everley’s only company on a deserted island is a modern day pirate by the name of Harry.

Brutality* (IN PROGRESS)

In which Melody is reacquainted with an old classmate named Harry, and must keep afloat in the violent, criminal lifestyle of an underground boxer.

Keep reading


Harry AU Meme:

You’re an Oscar winning actress and you’re on the Late Late Show as Harry guest hosts while James is away.


** = contains sexual content. 18+ readers please!!


  1. Loyal**                                                                
  2. Family Time
  3. Sick (request)                                                       
  4.  First Time Meeting (part 1)
  5. Backstage Pass (part 2) 
  6. Date of A Lifetime (part 3)
  7. Skype Sessions (part 4)
  8. Finally Returning Home (part 5)
  9. Brand New Start (part 6)
  10. Birthday Surprise** (request)
  11. Too Much** (request) 
  12. Last Night (request)
  13. Car Ride**
  14. FaceTime**                                                            
  15. Jealousy                                                             
  16. Graduation**                                                       
  17. Drunk **                                                               
  18. Interview**                                                              
  19. Award Show**                                                         
  20. Holiday (request)**                                                 
  21. Your Secret Location**                                      
  22. Piercing (request)                                               
  23. Good Morning**                                                  
  24. The Big Day                                                                    
  25. Honeymoon** (part 2 of The Big Day)
  26. Embarrassed (request)
  27. Lazy Afternoons**
  28. Movie Nights
  29. A Sweet Surprise 
  30. Conversations (request)
  31. Nervous  (request)                                                                                                  
  32. CMA 2017
  33. On Stage Surprise** 
  34. Bad Liar 
  35. Massages**
  36. Weddings**
  37. Christmas With The Horans  
  38. Christmas With The Horans part 2 **
  39. Grammys (request) 
  40. Coming To Visit


  1. A Trip To The Dentist 
  2. Secretive 
  3. Wanting A Baby
  4. Jamaica**
  5. An Angel**
  6. Office Christmas Party 
  7. Locked Out (request) 
  8. Self Conscious ** (request) 
  9. Carpool Harry-oke (request)
  10. Cheating** (request)
  11. Wedding Of A Lifetime
  12. Dirty Lyrics
  13. Stay The Night (part 2 of Dirty Lyrics)
  14. He’s The One **(part 3 of Dirty Lyrics) 
  15. PDA (part 4 of Dirty Lyrics)
  16. Big News (request)
  17. Christmas 
  18. Hospitalized (request)
  19. Shopping
  20. Heart Rate (request)
  21. Dance Floor** (request) 
  22. Stuck In The Cold 
  23. Keeping It A Secret
  24. Red Carpet and Award Shows**
  25. Sneak Up**
  26. Pressure
  27. First Movie Role*
  28. Unexpected Surprises 
  29. High School Sweethearts
  30. Prom
  31. Swimming Lessons
  32. Weekend Lovin’
  33. A Day In The Park 
  34. BRITs
  35. Migraines 
  36. A Lovely Small Wedding
  37. Please Don’t Leave
  38. Shower Playlist 
  39. Protective
  40. Revealing**
  41. “Don’t You Dare Shut Me Out”
  42. “Have I Done Something Wrong?”
  43. “It’s 2 In The Morning”
  44. Mug Shot 
  45. Shout Out
  46. Meeting Your Daughter 
  47. Say Yes To The Dress
  48. Vocal Rest**
  49. Helpful Hand 
  50. Mine, Forever**
  51. Wedding Thoughts
  52. A Person In The Crowd **
  53. Lessons**
  54. Tour Surprise  (part: 2,3)
  55. Pool Day
  56. Late Night Swim**
  57. Celeb Crush
  58. Early Morning**
  59. Birth
  60. Melted Chocolate**
  61. Relaxing In Italy
  62. Cabo (part: 2**)
  63. Law School Graduate

Alex (Dunkirk)

  1. Reunited (part: 2**)
  2. I Missed You
  3. Adjusting 

Full Legth Fics 

Unfaithful** (part: 2, 3, 45, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33)

Office Hours** (part: 2, 3)

Fancy Seeing You Here (part: 2, 3)

Ice Cream Parlor (part: 2)


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

Masterlist linked in bio


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

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

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

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

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

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See Yeh Break

Harry X Reader: Smut

In which you become well acquainted with Harry’s thigh.

Request? Yes:

riding harrys leg on a balacony overlooking the aegean on a sunny july day


Author’s note: The beginning turned all mushy? Idk what that’s about (Yes I do. It’s because I’m fucking whipped for mushy Harry.) but if the transition seems sudden, whooops. :)

This vacation is an absolute blessing. A week away from the madness and noise of fans and paps and meetings. From the moment the two of you arrived to your private little getaway on the coast, Harry’s been warm and relaxed, and you couldn’t ask for anything more than that.

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Harry AU Meme: Harry feeling conflicted over his little girl liking kiwi, cause it’s naughty and that his little girl. 

Another Man’s Treasure

A/N: This is a completed five-part mini-series because @alrightpetal and I have this thing about making Harry super vulnerable and flawed. So here you go.

// Another Man’s Treasure // Mind on a Mission // Take the Lead // Worth the Pain // Wings of Butterflies

…I’m gonna show you tonight! I’m alright! I’m just fine! And you’re a tool so, so what?

You belted your heart out up on stage, pumping your fist in the air to empower your words even further. It was a good thing you knew all the words, too, because your mates had bought you so many drinks your vision was crossed and blurred you couldn’t have read the lyrics to an unfamiliar song. Then you would have just been a blubbering fool butchering a karaoke performance. And that would have been embarrassing.

Singing yourself blue in the face—and drinking yourself into oblivion—served as the perfect outlet for your aching heart. Hours earlier, you’d been dumped. Or more accurately, replaced.

It’d been a week since you’d heard from your long-term boyfriend, and while you knew he was on holiday with his mates—a holiday you hadn’t been invited on—it was still odd that you hadn’t heard from him at all. Not even a text to let you know that he’d made it to Amsterdam. You didn’t expect too much communication; you trusted him to treat you right, but, silly you, you thought your boyfriend might actually miss you and want to say hi.

Last night after seven and a half days of nothing, you completely lost it and called him forty-seven times in a row. And not a single one was answered. So you rang your closest friends and they came over, laptops and tablets in hand, and intense cyber-stalking commenced.

It only took thirty-four minutes for your good mate Lindsey to unearth a damning post on Insta that your boyfriend was tagged in by a girl you kind of knew. The picture itself wasn’t awful; honestly you couldn’t make out much besides silhouettes and drinks. Even the caption wasn’t much; all it said was, “this guy” with a random slew of emojis. But the funny thing was, when you tried to search for it yourself, nothing came up. Meaning you were blocked. You weren’t meant to see this picture.

Twenty-two minutes of super-sleuthing was enough time for your oldest friend Ashley to find every social media account the girl had, and then eventually uncover her phone number.

In thirteen minutes you had a text drafted to her that was so long it was broken into five different parts when you hit send.

And one minute and fifty-four seconds is all the time your boyfriend—well ex-boyfriend—allowed you to speak to him today before he told you he was coming back tomorrow and there’d be no need for you to come see him. Tomorrow or ever again.

So your mates did what they knew best. They took you out, got you absolutely smashed, and then got you up on stage to pour your heart out. Somewhere in between I Will Survive and Total Eclipse of the Heart, you got a bit weepy and ended up calling your brother from the toilet. It took you awhile to realize you weren’t actually sobbing to him but his voicemail, and as soon as you did you pulled yourself back together and headed out for another drink and a rousing rendition of Since U Been Gone.

The few other patrons in the pub were hardly paying attention to your drunken warbling on stage, only breaking from their conversations when your mates would cheer at the end of each song, some of them even offering half-hearted claps. If they were annoyed, they certainly didn’t let on. Most likely, they pitied you; for Christ sake, you pitied you.

When your song ended, you finished the rest of your drink and began flipping through the songbook. Liberation was surging through you and you wanted a song to match your mood; something to serve as a proper fuck you to the twat you’d wasted the last few years of your young life on.

The book closed on your fingers, and you stumbled back in surprise. Were books automated now too?! You still weren’t over the automated tills at Tesco, would you now have to get used to robotic books closing on you when they’d had enough?!


You looked up, your blurred vision slowly coming into focus as you swayed on the spot. A robotic book didn’t close itself on you, a person had closed it. Which was rather rude of them.

[Y/N],” he repeated. Finally he came into view and you cocked your head in confusion.

“Hazza?” you slurred, taking a step closer to get a better look. You nearly toppled off the stage, but Harry was quick to grab you by the waist and steady you before easing you down.

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Not Worth It

- Part 2 of the one where you’re in love with him but he likes your best friend

Part 1

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“Are you ever going to speak to me?”

Y/n freezes as she hears Harry’s voice ask her the question she’s been dreading to answer.

It’s been two weeks since she’s heard that voice. It may sound rougher now, more stern and harsh than it normally is as it growls behind her at the counter of Lexi’s bar, but it’s still the first time she’s heard it in two weeks.

After her sober confessions to a very tipsy, slumberous Harry, Y/n had to understand what it truly meant to move on.

At first, she thought she would still be able to be around him as she searched for ways to rid her feelings. She distracted herself, mostly. She would interact more with Savannah than she would Harry, and even started picking up new habits whenever she felt her emotions creeping in. Anything that reminded her of him was disregarded entirely so that the only time he was able to consume her thoughts was whenever he was near her.

For the first couple weeks, she was holding up quite well, considering the circumstances. She was able to contain her emotions and take her mind off of the raging heartache that kept burning in her chest.

But it wasn’t much long after that night when Savannah and Harry finally became official, and if Y/n wasn’t anguished before, she surely was then. She was forced to witness the transition of their relationship in hindsight. What was once casual flirting and innocent touches turned into secretive giggles and loving hand gestures.

It was as if her heart broke all over again. What seemed to be almost completely mended was destructed all at once. The chase between Harry and Savannah was over, and reality set in that Harry was happy and in love with someone that wasn’t Y/n.

Watching them together was Y/n’s most devastating nightmare, and the thought of that alone meant she couldn’t mentally handle being alone anymore. With all of the emotions built up inside of her, being alone for Y/n meant enduring the pain and suffering she didn’t want to feel anymore. She just wanted it all to end, everything.

The earliest hours of the morning wrecked her the most. With only the moon illuminating the room and the radio silence throughout her house gave Y/n no choice but to be alone with her thoughts. She wasn’t loved, and no matter how many nights she’s tried to convince herself that this wasn’t the end, it was.

She had to let Harry go, completely this time. She gave up on him entirely because she couldn’t keep loving him when he didn’t love her. Not anymore, not like that.

She keeps her back to him as he heaves heavy breaths, eyes sending daggers and teeth clenched from his crippling frustration. 

“It’s Thursday, I see,” Harry grumbles before giving her the chance to answer, jaw locked as his fingers grip harshly around a stray, unfinished glass of alcohol. “You never work Thursdays. ’S this where your Friday shifts went?”

There’s an unpleasantly rough tone in his voice that makes Y/n’s breath hitch in her throat. She’s never witnessed this side of him, filled with anger and exasperation. He’s always been so soft and gentle, never having the heart to speak down to someone. But here he is, eyes dark with anger and words spewing venomously from his lips.

And as much she hates to admit it, she can’t blame him for being so angry with her. She knows she means the most to him—even if it’s not in a romantic sense—she’s become such an important part of his life. Ever since they met, she took in the truth about his past, understood the feelings and thoughts he’s carried all through his years, and was able to provide him with anything she was able to when he needed her most. She was one of the very few people he trusted and felt most comfortable with in his life. She was irreplaceable, he’d always tell her, nobody could compare to her. She meant everything.

And then, she left him. She distanced herself so far away from him until it was as if she was never apart of his life. She ignored him and all his attempts to reach out to her again. It hurt her tremendously, knowing that what they had together was completely and utterly helpless, but she never questioned how Harry felt about it. She did what was easiest for her and never thought about it twice. She left him so that he can be happy, but as he stands so tensely and confused before her, she can’t help but blame herself what’s happened between them.

She nods her head softly, still refusing to look up at him as she gathers all the used glasses in front of her, making herself seem distracted so she doesn’t have to make much effort into speaking to him.

“I—uh, yeah. Friday nights were getting hectic and I couldn’t keep up with the late hours. I thought Savannah told you.”

It’s a lie. A shitty, impulsive lie that Harry almost finds humorous. Of course, Y/n switched her Friday night shift. She felt as if she had no choice. She couldn’t bare to look at him with Savannah another goddamn second, and he thought of spending Friday nights with Harry without being alone with him and going to the 24-hour movie theater together was enough to make her sick to her stomach.

“She did,” he clicks his tongue, eyes narrowing as he watches her scramble around the bar, “didn’t have to, though. I knew she was lying.”

Y/n’s actions halt for a moment, a feeling of dread flowing in her veins before she goes back to cleaning off the bar, disregarded his statement completely.

Harry knows Y/n’s been avoiding him, she hasn’t exactly made it as subtle as she thought. Their entire friendship changed, and Harry knows he wasn’t the one ruining it.

The morning after Y/n drove Harry back from the bar, all he could really remember clearly was falling asleep with Y/n. There were other bits he remembered, but that was really the only moment that came to him when he woke up. And he was confused when he woke up alone because, in all honesty, he was looking forward to waking up next to her. It was all his drunk mind thought of, and that terrified him.

When Y/n started distancing herself from him, Harry kept wondering what he had done wrong. She was fine with Savannah, keeping up with their lives as usual. But she was different with Harry—closed off, in a way, and it made him feel something he’s never felt in his life before.

He was confused, to say the least. Because when he was kissing down the bare chest of the woman of his dreams, he couldn’t stop daydreaming about Y/n, and how he hasn’t heard her voice and how he hasn’t felt her in so long.

He had Savannah wrapped around his finger, yet he still felt as if everything about it was wrong. He changed when Y/n left him, because even when he was around the most loving company, he felt alone.

He was helpless. As much as he tried to love Savannah, Y/n was always in the back of his head. She was there, all the time, trapped in his mind with no escape route. 

At first, he was confused—upset and lost without Y/n. He didn’t know life without her would feel so lonely, so empty and incomplete. It was strange, not knowing how to live his life without her. He’d never expected her disappearance to be such a hindrance to him, but it was. Oh, how it was.

Then, he was angry—angry because as many times as he tried to get her to speak to him again, she never came back. She was gone, forever.

Now, he’s hurt. So damaged by her leaving his side, so incomplete and destroyed without her with him anymore. His heart is heavy with sadness and he couldn’t let himself feel this way anymore. 

He needs her, no matter how wrong and pathetic it sounds, he needs her. 

“So you gonna tell me why you’ve been avoiding me, or am I gonna have to force it out of you?” he seethes, nose flaring as he tries to steady his uneven breath.

Y/n shakes her head ignorantly, a flash on innocence in her eyes as she does so. But she damn knows well what he’s talking about, and her oblivion drives him crazy.

“I don’t—I don’t know what you’re talking ab—“

“Oh, fuck off with it!” Harry spits, slamming his closed fist down on the wooden counter.

He doesn’t seem to care about how sudden the bar falls silent, or the glisten of fear in Y/n’s eyes when she finally looks up at him. All he can seem to care about is how much pain he feels, all over. All he can think about is how now, after the last two weeks of not being able to understand why he cares so goddamn much, he’s finally able to feel some sense of sanity being in front of her now.

“You know what you’re doing to me, Y/n! You know damn fucking well what you’re fucking doing and—“

“Harry, please.” Y/n whispers and she isn’t sure as to whether or not she’s begging him to lower his voice or begging for him to understand.

“And it’s not fair!” he cries out, tears of frustration overflowing from his eyes as he grips tightly onto his hair.

His breaking point is approaching, he feels it. He feels it with every breath he takes and every word that emits from his mouth. His heart twists and breaks as he expresses every feeling that’s been consuming him for the past two weeks. He needs her to know what she’s doing to him, needs her to know how he feels in this moment.

“I did nothing to you and you keep pushing me away and that’s not fair because I don’t know how to live without you. Isn’t that something?! I don’t know what to do without you, and you know that!”

Suddenly, his head falls in his hands as he begins to sob. Complete heart-wrenching sobs, making his chest tight and breathing shallow.

Y/n reaches her hand out for him, her fingers clasping harshly around his wrist. Her own eyes start to brim with tears as she watches him sob below her, his body shaking with undying cries. She swallows harshly when he grabs ahold of her hand, bringing her palm against his forehead. His lips reach to kiss her wrist softly, quickly refraining from keeping them there longer.

To touch her, for the first time, is every answer he needs. She’s the only one to make him feel this way—she’s the only one to drive him to the brink of insanity and resurface him back to clarity. She has power over him he never understood until now, after he’s lost her.

“I don’t know why it hurts this much, Y/n,” He cries, his eyes squeezing shut as he inhales sharply, “I’ve never been more confused in my life.”

She chokes on her cries as she nods her head softly, her free hand reaching up to rake her fingers through his hair. Her lips shake from their craving to touch him, watching as he weakens beneath her. 

She’s missed him, in the most desperate of ways. She’s missed every part of him, and every atom in her body yearned to feel him again. Whether it was to feel the warmth of him from a distance or to feel his skin ignite her, she wanted every part of him against her. If she wasn’t with him, she was missing him, and craving him with every breath she took. 

Her lips press tentatively to his forehead, her breath fanning through his hair as she does so. The action is quick, leaving just as quickly as it comes, but it carries sentimental meaning for the both of them.

Harry frowns, his heart thumping in his chest. He looks up into her eyes, filled with concern and sanity as she maps his features.

“It’s been ever since me and Savannah got together.” He mumbles, eyes watching her face as it pales slightly at his words. “You haven’t spoken to me since.”

Her eyes flutter shut as he speaks, finding it completely pointless to try and make him believe otherwise. He deserves to know, one way or another, and even if it’s now, she feels like she’s already lost him. There isn’t much she’d be losing now, anyways. He was never hers.

“Please leave, Harry.” She whispers.

She backs away from him, her touch leaving him was like a gunshot to his chest. It’s a feeling he’s felt all too much that he can’t bare to feel again. 

His heart breaks as he watches her begin to cry, her usual glistening eyes now filled with tears of sorrow. He shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut as he tentatively takes a step closer to her.

He’s desperate, and he doesn’t care how weak he seems. He’s desperate to see where he’s missed it all along, to know how long he’s been making her feel this way. He’ll never forgive himself for all the pain he’s caused her, for all her nights alone when all she wanted was to be with him.

He could have done so much to change this. If he had just listened to his heart from the beginning, this would all be different now. If he hadn’t been so blind, they would both be happy right now.

“Love, I—“

“Don’t.” she whispers, her voice cracking as she speaks, “Please, don’t.“

She isn’t exactly sure what she’s saying—isn’t quite sure what she’s begging him not to do. Maybe it’s the nickname he’s always called her that makes her stomach twist a bit more, or how he’s trying to make her feel better that makes her eyes sting with a fresh new wave of tears, or how he looks at her now the way he never did before that makes her throat tighten around a sob. Whatever it is that makes her beg, she can’t  handle it anymore.

“I’m trying, Y/n,” He whispers, “please.”

“Please just—“ her eyes flutter shut as she speaks, “just leave me alone.”

Harry lets out an unsteady breath, his green eyes brimmed with red as he watches her begin to sob. 

He nods, because he can’t let himself keep doing this to her. If he keeps trying with her in her current state of mind, she won’t be able to think properly. She’ll be a wreck, more so than she is now, and he can’t find it in his heart to do that. Even if it means fighting for her.

“It’s not worth it, you know.” He whispers, his eyes staring lovingly into hers, “Being with her, it’s not worth it if it means losing you.”

anonymous asked:

Hiii!! Can you do one where you & H are dating & the song Carolina kind of rubs you the wrong way & he knows it, but one day unintentionally rubs the meaning of the song in your face.. maybe he's talking to a friend or something.... and just angst then fluff basically thanksss :)))

When Harry first made you listen to the album demo, you were excited and proud. You had been dating for 7 months when you listened to it. You couldn’t pick a favorite from the album but you knew one song that made you feel a bit uneasy; Carolina.

Sure, you and Harry were dating and very much in love but the idea of your boyfriend singing about another girl just didn’t make you the happiest.
You remember squirming when you heard the “How would I tell her that she’s all I think about? Well, I guess she just found out.”

Harry was quick to assure you that he had written this song long before he met you and saying that “You’re the only person I think of. Especially when I’m alone and unholy.” He had joked — you think.

Even when people started bombarding you with questions about how uncomfortable you were, listening to him talk about another girl like that, you brushed them off, saying “it’s his music. we’re very much happy.” while ignoring the uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach.

But when you’re in his concert to support him and he starts performing the song, you just sway to it. That, until someone in the crowd points out that Harry’s only Carolina muse is in the concert, the light shining on her for Harry’s eyes to catch.
You look at Harry as he looks at her, can’t help but feel insecure as you turn to look at her; long hair, tanned skin, full lips. She was beautiful.

She only waves shyly, looking a bit uncomfortable at all the attention. You take a breath before you start walking towards his dressing room, Lou looking at you with sympathy for a moment. She was going to go after you but decided against it, thinking that maybe you just needed a few moments alone.

You had missed the rest of his concert, only hearing his faded voice accompanied by the music as you lied on the sofa, mindlessly scrolling through your phone.
It was when you heard him thank the fans and shout a “goodnight” that you sat up, wiping your cheeks for any tear stains and patting your hair back to its place.

Harry entered the room, panting while taking out his ear piece. “Are you okay? Lou said you rushed here and didn’t come out. Are you sick?” Harry asked gently, coming to sit beside you.

You shook your head, faking a small smile for him. “No, no. I’m fine. Just felt a little bit of a headache coming. I guess it’s because of my messed up sleeping schedule.”

Harry nodded, leaning it to peck your lips. “Is it okay if I invite just a very few people for beer at our place? Or are you really sick?”

“No, it’s fine.” You assured.

Once you reached the house, Harry, Jeff, Glenne, Mitch, Sarah and Adam following behind you.
“I’m just going to change to my pajamas and wash my face. Harry, there are snacks in the pantry.” You told him.

He nodded, wrapping his arm around your waist, pecking your lips. “Don’t be gone for too long.” You rolled your eyes but smiled and nodded.

Harry plopped on the couch, opening a can of beer that Mitch got from the kitchen. “Tonight’s show was nuts. I can get used to this.” Sarah said before sipping her beer.

“Wait, wait, can we all talk about Townes making an appearance?” Mitch laughed.

“I couldn’t believe my eyes!” Glenne laughed.

“She’s gorgeous, though. Good job, Harry.” Mitch joked. It was the time that you got out of the bedroom, now standing at the top of the stairs, listening.

Harry laughed. “Well the song is a hit for a reason, huh?”

You frowned. “Can’t blame you. Even I can’t stop thinking about her.” Mitch laughed.

“Hey, his girlfriend is literally just upstairs.” Sarah chuckled.

“When I saw her two years ago, Townes I mean, I was in a total awe.” You heard Harry say.

And how can you not feel insecure?

Debating whether or not you should make an appearance, you debated against it; going back to the room and under the covers, snuggling yourself.
You hated the song, you knew that now.

After an hour had passed, you were still awake in bed, the conversation Harry had just had still in your head. That until you heard the padding of footsteps before a gentle knock on the door was heard. You only curled yourself more, seeing Harry pop his head inside from your peripheral vision. “Hey, pet, you okay?” He asked quietly, getting inside and closing the door gently behind him before approaching you.

You nodded, raising the cover up to cover your nose as you snuggled up more to it. Harry kneeled down, looking at you with concern. “Have you been crying?”

“No,” You squeaked out before sniffling. “I just have a headache.”

Harry stayed silent for a moment before he shook his head, “I might have believed that back at the show but I don’t believe it now. So tell me, what is it?” He put his hand on your arm, trailing his fingers delicately on your skin.

“It’s nothing. Go back to them.” You said, closing your eyes. “I’m going to sleep anyway.”

“Nope,” Harry began, making you open your eyes. “You’re not sleeping while you’re upset and until you tell me what made you feel that way because I have a feeling I’m one of the reasons why.”

You bit your lip, looking at him. He raised an eyebrow, urging you to tell him. “Townes.” You mumbled.

“What? I couldn’t catch that.”

“I said Townes, Harry. Dammit.” You groaned before sitting up, resting your back against the headboard.

Harry stood up before sitting beside you, putting his hand on your leg. “What about her? Is it because she came? I had no idea she was coming, baby.”

“I heard you, Harry. I heard Mitch. Maybe,” You began, taking a breath in, “Maybe you can be with her. If you do that, guess the song will be more of a hit, wouldn’t it?”

“Hey, hey, where is that coming from?” Harry frowned, moving to sit beside you, putting his arm around you. “Mitch just had a bit too much to drink, you know he loves you and he loves us together,” When you stayed silent, giving no reply, Harry continued. “And you know I love you. Fuck, Y/N, I wouldn’t have released the song if I knew how upset it got you. I promise.”

You, again, didn’t say anything and instead looked down at your lap, playing with your fingers.

“I don’t care about Townes, I don’t care about how much of a hit the song is. I put you first. I’m giving you my all. Like tonight, now that I really think of it, I could’ve stayed back there and at least greeted her. But I was so worried about you when I couldn’t find you back there. Different scenarios ran through my head and I didn’t care about anything else but finding you and making sure you were okay. Please don’t question my love for you.” Harry frowned, pulling you close to his chest and you allowed him, too.

Slowly, you wrapped your arms around him. “I love you, too.”

“You’re my girlfriend, yeah? Nobody could change that. No Townes, no cities,”

You groaned, shoving him off. “Harry Styles, did you just make a pun about her name?”

Harry giggled before pinning you to the bed, hovering over you. “You got yourself with a very funny bloke.”

“Lucky me.” You said in a sarcastic tone before laughing when Harry reacted by nuzzling his head in your neck, shaking his head to tickle you, “Stop,”

“You love me.” Harry said with a grin before leaning down to peck your lips.




Fact about me- I actually ship Harry and Townes.

Break M'Own Rules

Harry X Reader: Angst

In which alcohol and pricks make for a messy, angry Harry.

Request? No

Author’s note: I don’t really see Harry ever being violent, but I had a dream about this and really wanted to write it soooo.

Tonight has been the most fun you’ve had in a while. You’re sat at a table in Harry’s favorite pub, crowded with his close friends. There are some that he keeps in regular contact with, but more that he only gets to see on the off chance that he’s home for a while and free from any work.

Harry’s been smiling all night, cracking terrible jokes and laughing overzealously at the little quips that anyone else makes. He’s had at least one too many. His smile is lazy, an uneven little smirk. His arm is stretched out across the back of your chair and he keeps touching you, brushing his thumb over your far arm, randomly spattering kisses along your cheek or over your bare shoulder. Sometimes he leans on you and you have to shove him off when he becomes a little too heavy, worried about tipping out of your chair. But he only grins at you and then joins back into whatever conversation is happening.

The group has begun to thin out. A few friends have left in pairs, babbling about being tired or having things to do tomorrow. You and Harry assure each of them that there will be more get-togethers before he’s off around the world for work again. Harry expresses his love with sloppy words, too buzzed to get up from his chair and hug them. Then there’s only Nick left.

“Yeh ‘bout ready to g’home, kitten?” Harry’s leaned his head on your shoulder again, growing hair falling into his heavy eyes.

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- A lost wedding band, a sneaky angel baby

- Needed A Fix

“Get Out”

“Get Out” (Part II)

- But Daddy says it

- When the fight goes south

- Surprising Daddy on tour

“Do you still have my number?”

- Drunk calls and a tough position

- You think he’s drunk… he thinks you’re pretty **

- 4th Of July

- A special Father’s day poem 

- Daddy’s gonna put a baby in mommy

- Clingy

- What Do We Do?

- Coming home unrecognizable to angel baby

- Coming home unrecognizable to angel baby (Part II)

- My daddy

- Mom shaming

- Angel baby and her baby doll hint

- Angel baby, a new friend, a jealous Harry

- The Terrible Two’s and a dinner party tantrum 

- Couple weeks away and angel baby doesn’t recognize him

- He’s tired and you’re needy**

- MSG, a delayed flight, and disappointed Harry

- He told you not to wear the jacket…

- Harry’s testy and angel baby pushes his last button

- You’re mourning and his heart is breaking

- Soft harry and a very public make out session

- A girl crush cover and an uncomfortable Camille.. 

- So he cheated… he thinks.

- So he cheated… he thinks. (Part II)

- “Worst Daddy Ever”

- “Worst Daddy Ever” (Part II)

- Daddy’s cheating..

- A broken phone.. and a very angry Harry

- A broken phone.. and a very angry Harry (Part II)

- Daddy duties during a show

“What did you just call me?”

- It’s more than sex.. but not to him

- Caught by the kids**

- Your daughter is keeping a secret…

- Just friends.. and some feelings

- Angel baby goes to school.

- He’s sick and he just.. needs you

- When the baby moves

- MSG, sold out shows, and a proud bub

- Needs to be warm.. inside you**

- Another baby?

-Best friend Harry and his drunk confessions

- Best friend Harry and his drunk confessions (Part II)

- Why can’t we get pregnant?

- Why can’t we get pregnant? (Part II)

- The missus and their bub have a secret language, and Harry feels left out

- Surprise visit from your mom, mid-cuddle 

- Harry when his angel baby is sick

- You get a puppy, but he wants a baby

- The missus has a secret kink**

- And the baby doesn’t listen..

- Post break up run ins

- Welcome to the world, angel

- Okay, he really wants a baby

- Okay, he really wants a baby (Part II)

- Cheating rumors 

- He forgets an important event

- He forgets an important event (Part II)

- So he confirms he’s in a relationship..

Prompt Requests:

“I miss you..”

“You look just like mummy”

“You’re keeping something from me… I can tell”

“Are you drunk?”

“Just go, I wanna be alone”


- Holiday (incomplete)


9 Months /x/

enjoy, my inbox is always open xx.

Body Language - Language Barrier 002

*a/n - The smutty sequel to Language Barrier, my Italy!Harry one shot (now two-shot?), because Harry popped up in Italy two days after I posted it and I’m a weak ass with no self-control. I’m really bad at writing PWP, so there’s a lot of surrounding fluff, but hopefully the good kind. You could probably read it without having read the first part, but I would say you’re much better off reading them in order if only for the purpose of understanding the backstory. Rated m, obviously.*

Harry and Y/N’s Italian adventures continue, featuring freshly-squeezed lemonade, Capri sunsets, more gelato (of course) and… *cough* sailboat sex *cough*

happy reading! x

The girl from the café’s name is Y/N.

Her name is Y/N, she goes to graduate school in London during the school year, she’s living in a beautiful, sprawling villa this summer that’s a fifteen-minute walk from the one Harry’s staying in, she makes an incredible risotto with lemon and summer squash, and Harry’s been on four dates with her in the last two days.

The first was in Positano, after he ran into her outside that gelato shop—after bidding goodbye to Sarah and Mitch, Harry and Y/N walked the steps for nearly two hours chatting and ducking into shops and getting to know each other, not even realizing it had been so long until the sun dipped over the horizon and the sea over the edge of the cliffside was lit up by the warm, orange glow of the sunset. The second was that same night, at Y/N’s villa—the one she was house-sitting in for a professor—where she made dinner and they drank white wine and watched the last strokes of color disappear from the sky on the back patio. After bidding her goodbye with a kiss on the cheek and a tight hug, Harry walked back to his villa in the dark that night with the giddiest smile he’s had in a long, long time.

The third was the next morning, over cappuccinos and cornettos at Una Pausa, the café where they first met, where they played chess with the owner, Carolina, and Harry got to make Y/N laugh and throw her pawns at him when he blindsided her and captured her queen. Y/N and Carolina kept conspiring against him in Italian, which Harry whined about but secretly didn’t mind one bit if it made Y/N giggle in that way that had her nose scrunching up adorably. And the fourth was that afternoon, at the beach just down the road, where they took paddleboards out past the rocky shoreline far enough to get a gorgeous view all the way up the coastline toward Positano. Y/N splashed Harry with her paddle at one point, and he splashed her back, and then suddenly they were both in the water laughing and dunking each other with salt in their eyes and water in their noses, but it didn’t really matter—because Y/N’s body was pressed wonderfully against Harry’s in her bikini, and their faces were close enough for him to see the various flecks of colors in her eyes, and she smelled like lemon blossom and pear.

Y/N is funny, and whip-smart, and one of the most beautiful people Harry’s ever met, inside and out; she’s been teaching him Italian, and exchanging stories with him about traveling, and laughing at his jokes even when they’re sub-par at best, and if the word Clare used a few days ago was ‘enamored,’ Harry doesn’t even know how to begin to describe how he feels about her now. There’s only one small, tiny issue, and it’s that Harry’s not sure Y/N knows that they’ve been on four dates in two days, because he hasn’t exactly kissed her yet.

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anonymous asked:

You know how when a guy is hard and it doesn't wanna go down? What about Y/n being horny and keeps going back at Harry to touch her? and he teases her like "What's wrong baby, you've been getting in me pants all day,am I that irresistible?" and she'll just roll her eyes and starts undressing

this hurt me more than it’s gonna hurt you fUCK.

So let’s say they’ve been out all day.

They attended Niall’s cook out and the entire time, she’s basically all over him.

She hates it. Hates it because she’s usually in control and can keep her shit down but today there’s just something kicking around her system that won’t leave her be.

Maybe it’s how good Harry looks, clad in black skinny jeans, his favorite tan boots and a striped, casual, short-sleeve button up. His hair’s all fluffy and soft from blow-drying it this morning, jaw covered with faint scruff from not shaving for a few days. He smells devine, his cologne a mixture of ocean salts and woodsy smoke, swirling in her lungs and nearly suffocating her in the best way possible. His lips look extra pink and juicy, the skin flushed of raspberry and looking soft and supple– perfect to bite on. He has his sunglasses tucked back into his hair so that his jaw and cheekbones are on full display, the muscles ticking as he talks or swallows or smiles or laughs and, fuck, how can someone be so beautiful with so little effort?

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