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ok but imagine you’re sitting in bed at night, harry writing in his journal, you reading a book. but you can’t concentrate because harry has been staring at you for quite some time now and it’s making you feel weird. so you turn to look at him and find him looking at you in awe and something else that you can’t really pinpoint. “ what’s the matter, h?”, you giggle quietly, reaching out to stroke his hair which causes him to hum in delight. he looks at you for a while and then all at once spills what’s on his mind: “ ‘ve been thinking of marrying yeh, tha’s all. “ your hand stops scratching and you look him in the eye. it’s not that you don’t want to marry him, in fact you’d love to, but you had talked about it before and you made it clear that you didn’t want to get married until your and his lives were in order and everything was right. he takes your wrist in his hand and starts leaving small little pecks. “ m’ not proposin’ right now if tha’s wha yeh think. yeh told me before how yeh didn’t feel like doin’ tha’ any time soon an’ i respect that.” he held you tightly now, arms around your waist. “however,’ he continued, ‘ tha’s not goin’ to stop me from givin’ yeh one of my rings until i get yeh a real one someday.” he slid his rose ring off his finger and put it on yours, kissing your hand after. “someday.” you added, smiling graciously at him.

#48 The Age Gap (Harry Styles)

Could I date a younger guy? Opinions, please. Help! 

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“How long are you going to sit in the room and groan?” My flat mate asked me, seeing me cuddled in the duvet with wet cheeks.

“Not a single person, Emily! Not a single person! How can my luck me so bad! I changed colleges, opened my horizon and there is still no decent single guy out there for me? How is this possible? I’m so tired of being alone!” I said, sitting up.  She had been hearing me groan for a long time now.

“Maybe you’re looking in the wrong age group?” she said, sitting down on the bed.

“I can’t date people above 28! I mean, I’m 21! I’m giving a 7 year age benefit!” It was so hopeless. This love came when you need it was bullshit. I’ve been without love for a long time now and, I don’t know who decides when I need it or don’t need it.

“I meant below 21, you know people who are 20…19…18 – let’s keep it till 19!” She said, trying to pull the duvet off my face.

“No.”

“Why not?” She said, “I’m younger than you! And look we gel so well! I think you’ll do brilliantly with a younger guy!” she said. She was right. I was the online postgrad kid living in this flat with the 4 undergrad kids and, a year or two difference doesn’t really matter.

“But, you’re my friend! This is having a sexual-emotional relationship! I will be a paedophile!” I argued.

“No, a year or two difference of age doesn’t make you a paedophile. Now, wipe your tears and wear a nice dress cause I’ve a brilliant idea!” she said snatching my blanket and, going towards my wardrobe. “I’ve a guy for you. He is single as well, and fits according to your taste buds for men.”

“Why haven’t I met him yet?” I asked, sliding into my fluffy slippers.

“Because he is 19…will be 20 in two or three months and, I wanted to introduce the idea once!” she pulled out my classic black dress and pushed me inside the washroom.

“He is child!” I groaned.

“You’re a child! Give him a chance! You know, this might be love!” She kicked the door, leaving me to get dressed.

I didn’t like cab rides. I was more of a tube person. We were too dressed to me in a tube and cab was cheaper and closer at the moment. I dressed as I always did for clubs. My black heels, my only black dress amongst the things that could fit in my little wardrobe, and the only little makeup I knew how to use. Learning about makeup was always on my to-do list, but I wanted to buy it from my own money and not my parents who were already paying for everything else. For now, my little knowledge helped me enough. “You know this guy?” I asked Sophia, my other flat mate,

“Yeah, he is studying law! Very intelligent…he knows about you. Vicky mentioned about you not finding any men,” She giggled and I hit Victoria.

“Hey! He was complaining about not finding any women!” She laughed.

“He is a boy!” I said.

“You’re a girl,” she retorted. “If you’re giving this a chance, please do it with an open mind. At least get to know him!” She said.

“Is this the first time I’m meeting your friends?” I asked her.

“Yep, but they have come home…” she said, asking the cab to stop.  “Don’t be so tense, you are not an old lady amongst us!” She giggled.

“Oh god!”  I cried, and the girls laughed. We entered the pub where I’d been a couple of times before with my friends. Seeing my friend working at the bar tonight, I walked up to him.

“Sam!” I yelled over the loud music.

“Hey, babe! How are you? Are you here with everyone?” He said, making my favourite drink.

“No, with my flat mates,” I told him, “They want me to socialise,” I smiled.

“This one’ s on me,” He handed it to me.

“You don’t have to – “

“Go socialise, see ya in class,” I nodded, taking my drink, and giving him a flying kiss. Taking a deep breath, I walked towards my girls. They already had their drinks on hand, so I didn’t feel too bad for leaving them. I looked around and saw all of their friends, as I wrapped my hand around Vicky’s waist.

“Oh, she is here! Say hi…” She said, pushing me forward.

I gave my best smile, and nodded as she introduced me to everyone. It was pretty easy for me to gel with them. I meshed with the people around me so, it worked well for me. I spent a while knowing all the people around me, talking about what they did, and so on, whatever became the topic. They got up to dance, pulling my hand to the centre of the floor. Sticky people around me was never ideal, but it worked since I was so tensed about life at the moment. Letting my neck loose, I started dancing with my girls as we got sweatier and jumpier with the beat.

“What’s the name of the guy?” I yelled in Vicky’s ear.

“Oh, he is not here! Will come in some time. Name’s Harry!” she yelled back, taking my hand giving me a twirl. I nodded, letting my body to the DJ’ beat. A guy came up to me, and started dancing with me, doing really weird steps and going down to my feet and coming back up. Vicky and I giggled, and I left the dance floor to get away from the creep. Ordering another drink from the bar, I danced at the table, laughing at the ridiculous song that was playing.

“Hey, could I have a repeat of my beer, please,” I looked at the guy next to me, and my heartbeat skipped a beat. I was sure, I was not exaggerating. He was so handsome. At the moment, I was shamelessly with no regret checking him out from her short black hair, to his red lips and that neck. Down to his broad shoulders wearing that sheer black shirt and, his tight butt fitted skinny jeans. It happened fast, I knew the trick as I repeated the image in my head. I took a sip of my ice cold drink to cool down unsure if it was from the dance or not, as he was handed his as well. He looked at me and gave me a nod, walking away into the crowd.

I pouted, not having the same reaction from him. The bartender, who was not my friend, gave me a small smile knowing what was going on in my head. I shrugged talking through my eyes, plenty more fish in the sea, right?

“Come here!” I was suddenly pulled again, as Sophia took me again to their table.

“I was getting myself a drink, babe!” I said, giggling. She wrapped her hand around my neck and whispered in my ear about the guy she was talking about…Harry.

“He’s here! I hope you like him!” She said.

“I hope he likes me,” I tell her.

“That too…” She titled her head, “Why wouldn’t he? HARRY!” She yelled, taking me forward as I tried not bumping into people and spill my drink.

That guy was there, the one I was checking out! “SOPHIA!” he yelled back making her laugh. I couldn’t believe my luck. How is this guy not older than me?

“I want you to meet my flat mate!” she introduced me.

“The old one?” He said, as his eyes did the same to me what I had, only he wasn’t so discreet.

“I’m 21!” I frowned.

“Yeah, that’s just how we tell you apart!” She kissed my cheek.

“Old one? And you were telling me…” she was such a hypocrite when I called them kids.

“She doesn’t date younger guys,” Sophia said, and I gave her a piercing look to stop.

“Oh, why not?” He frowned, clearly acting. “You’re missing out on us gems!”

I stepped away from Sophia, suddenly not too comfortable anymore. Taking a sip from my drink as I saw the others join the gang on the dance floor, leaving Harry and me on the table, clearly looking planned. I gave him a small smile, as he continued to stare at me. I turned around watching them dance, “are you offended?” Harry stood closer now, his voice much more deep, and softer.

I turned my head to see his face so close to mine. I, instantly, looked at his lips, and then met his eyes. I shook my head, “No…”

“I think you did get offended,” He said, wrapping his arm around my waist and turning me around. He was taller than me, and well built as I looked at his arms.

“How are you 19?” I asked.

“I’m going to be 20 if that makes you feel better?” He said, taking a sip of his drink.

“I’m not old…” I told him.

“No, you’re not…” He smiled, his dimples showing. He was truly beautiful, but many were.

“A year or two isn’t a huge gap…” I repeated my thoughts.

“That is what they’ve been trying to tell you,” He raised his eyebrows, smirking. I huffed, clearly losing my thinking capabilities in the loud music. “Do you want to step out? We can go to the balcony…” I nodded as he took my hand, the fingers knotting themselves as I stared down. There was this sexual tension which I couldn’t disagree with at all. We climbed the stairs to a quieter and almost empty balcony, excluding the girls heavily making out in the corner.

I took a deep breath looking at the view of the city from this point. It was all so pretty, it made me feel very happy. I wrapped my shrug around me, the wind blowing at a slow speed, making it a perfect balcony experience. “So, what are you studying?” He asked.

“Media…you’re studying law…” I stated. He gave me a shake of his head, taking a sip of his drink. I took a deep breath wondering where this conversation will go. We didn’t speak for a while, as I looked down at the passing cars. He kept his glass on the floor table and came closer to me.

“So, younger guys don’t do?” He said.

“It’s not logical,” I said.

“Dating older guys is not logical!” he laughed. “Now, dating older women though, is a different case altogether, at least for me. My age girls don’t work…”

“Really how?” I laughed.

“Okay, look at it like this, is it about maturity?” He asked. I nodded, “I might be 19, but my mental age is 28, maybe even 30!” We both laughed, “No no, hear me out! Dating a younger guy is always better! I can never use age on you like all men do! Age as maturity is bullshit…when it comes to me!” He stated. I laughed, throwing my head back.

“Let’s take a few shots, c’mon…” He wrapped his hand around my waist. As soon as our bodies met, there was this tingling feeling which I was sure he felt too. We went to the upstairs bar and ordered shots. Taking three each, he continued, “Look men getting older, get really snobby and crabby. Now, I will always be younger than you, so always less crabby,” I giggled at his explanation.

“I have more, listen to me,” He held my face in his palms, making me meet his eyes, I nodded clearly drunk as him, “Okay, there will always be fewer ego clashes because, you will be my teacher and guider in a lot of ways like I would be, and that is so important to a relationship. I don’t have to act like this big responsible man all the time, and you don’t have to act like the responsible woman, we can both be kids as we are already breaking social rules.”

I nodded, agreeing to everything he was saying, “then, you know, sex with a younger guy will always be better.”

“You have to explain this!” I asked, holding a frown, as I wanted more explanation.

“See, we will always be more energetic, and tricks can be learnt. Why will you not want to have sex with this sculpted body and learn your way through sex, than be with an old man who has too much experience and not much-moving capability.”

“Yes your honour, you’re right!” I yelled raising my hands.

“I will always cook, no this man business you know, that’ll be bullshit, and you can always set me right. I have so much more!”

“But, you’ve already won the case, sir!” I said, wrapping my hands around his neck. “Now, we have to see if we are mentally and well, physically compatible as well.”

“Sex and talk are so important,” he nodded, we both were pissed drunk. “We should check-“ I didn’t give him any more words as I crashed my lips to his. It was so intense and passionate, as he pushed me against the wall, my head hitting back, as his lips shifted down my neck creating this feeling of ecstasy is me which I had never felt before.

“I’ve dated only once before,” I said. “So I don’t…fuck,” feeling his lips suck on the nape of my neck, “ No experience, and isn’t that bonus?”

He stopped, resting his head against mine, as we both tried to catch our breath, “we’ll figure it out,” he said kissing my forehead.      

PART 2

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PRESTA ATENÇÃO AQUI : Esse imagine não é um pedido (desculpa), mas eu venho me sentindo exatamente assim nesses tempos então precisei desabafar de alguma maneira (prometam não rir de mim) então me perdoem por estar tão simplesinho.

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Com as costas encostadas na parede e as pernas juntas ao seu corpo, S/n deixa com que as lágrimas finas e delicadas molhem seu rosto. Todas as luzes da casa estão apagadas, apenas um abajur na cômoda deixa algo iluminado.

Ela se sente tão tola por estar chorando daquela maneira por algo que muitos julgariam besteira, mas não é. Ela sente a dorzinha em seu peito ao analisar tudo que está ocorrendo ao seu redor, S/n se sente tão perdida e sozinha, todos ao seu lado sabem o que fazer, sabem como agir, sabem ser adultos.

- Eu não quero. - Ela sussurra baixo para ela mesma.

Enquanto isso, no andar de baixo, Harry acaba de entrar e sua feição confusa ganha seu rosto ao ver que tudo está extremamente silencioso. Ele acende a luz da sala e vê os pertences de S/n sobre o sofá e sorri com isso. Não é fácil passar o dia todo longe de quem ama. Mas Harry ainda está confuso por tudo estar silencioso, nesse horário geralmente S/n está assistindo seu talk show favorito.

Ele não dá muita importância, talvez ela deva estar dormindo depois de um dia longo. Com esse pensamento Harry vai para a cozinha para beber algo que molhe sua garganta que está seca.

Ao observar o balcão ele vê uma enorme panela na pia com rastros de que alguém vez um doce de chocolate e conter o sorriso é inevitável.

- O que será que ela aprontou dessa vez? -Ele questiona a si mesmo e abre a geladeira em busca de algo que contenha chocolate e ao ver um pote repleto dele não se segura e acaba pegando um pouco, mesmo sabendo que aquilo pode gerar um grande problema para ele mais tarde.

A canseira bate forte no corpo de Styles que resolve que já está mais do que na hora de tomar um bom banho.

Assim que vai subindo as escadas, por onde passa acende as luzes. Ele odeia a casa escura.

Ao chegar na parte superior da casa, vê que o último quarto o qual ele divide com S/n, emite uma luz fraca e em seguida seus ouvidos captam um soluço baixo, mas ainda sim captam. Imediatamente sua preocupação com a noiva vêm a tona. Ele caminha em seus passou lentos e ao chegar no quarto vê, assim como o restante da casa, que a luz principal está apagada e apenas o abajur está ligado.

- Amor. - Ele chama de forma calma e leva a mão no interruptor iluminando todo o quarto.

Seus olhos encontram o corpo de S/n encolhido no canto da parede e ao ver que ela realmente está chorando seu coração se aperta.

- Hey linda. - Harry chama carinhosamente enquanto seus pés o guiam para perto dela. Ele se abaixa em sua altura e de forma delicada acaricia ps longos fios. - Meu amor, o que aconteceu? - Pergunta preocupado, mas S/n apenas afunda mais seu rosto entre seus braços com vergonha dele por encontra-lá assim.

- Nada não. - Seu tom de voz é contraditório à suas palavras e ela se xinga por isso.

- Você quer conversar? - Ele tenta mais uma vez em uma tentativa de ajuda-la.

A cabeça de S/n então, entra em uma discussão entre falar e não falar o que está sentindo durante um tempo. Ela sente medo de se abrir e seu noivo acha-la uma idiota por pensar essas coisas que ela vêm pensando. Mas o que ela pode fazer? Ela não pode controlar seus pensamentos.

- Confia em mim. - Harry pede e isso foi apenas um pequeno espaço para que ela quisesse despejar tudo o que queria para fora.

- Promete não rir de mim? - Ela pede o encarando com o rosto um pouquinho inchado.

- Eu jamais faria isso meu amor. - Harry diz sério se sentando ao lado de S/n pronto para ouvi-la.

- Ok. - Ela passa a mão por debaixo dos olhos tentando conter as lágrimas e ao mesmo tempo encontrar as palavras certas. - Acho que estou tendo uma crise existencial. - Styles a encara confuso.

- Crise existencial?

- Eu não sei como chamar isso. - Seus ombros se balançam e ela respira fundo antes de continuar. - A uns tempos eu parei para observar tudo o que vêm acontecendo e isso está me sufocando. - Harry ainda não entende, mas não a interrompe. - Sabe, eu sempre gostei de curtir a vida, sempre gostei de viajar com você e os garotos em turnês, sempre gostei dos nossos trotes, das nossas diversões. - A cada palavra ela sentia como se pequenos nós fossem se amarrando e nem mesmo o carinho que Harry fazia em seus cabelos agora amenizavam isso. - Quando meu irmão me disse que havia conseguido entrar para uma banda eu fiquei imensamente feliz, isso sempre foi o sonho de Liam e vê-lo conquistar isso me satisfez. - Styles prestava atenção em cada palavra que saia de sua boca e tentava ligar aquilo a algo, mas ainda não tinha chegado a um resultado final. - Foi incrível, eu conheci você, conheci Louis, Niall, Zayn, Gemma, Lottie, a Lou e todos os outros que são importantes para mim agora. - Ela sorri se lembrando de todos que cruzaram seu caminho e agora fazem parte de sua família, assim como Harry Styles. - Mas desde o ano passado eu estou vendo as coisas mudarem e isso está mexendo comigo mais do que eu imaginei.

- Como assim? - Harry pergunta mais uma vez curioso vendo S/n sorrir de forma amarga.

- Bom, na verdade acho que isso começou quando Zayn saiu da banda, mas enfim. - Seu corpo se ajeita ao de Harry e ela recomeça. -Nós já estamos juntos como amigos a vários anos e sempre vivemos grandes coisas juntos, mas agora eu estou me sentindo perdida, eu estou vendo cada um tomar um rumo como realmente deve ser, mas eu não quero aceitar isso. - Sua voz se eleva um pouco. - Louis tevê um filho, meu irmão acabou de ter um também, Gemma está em um relacionamento bem sério, Niall tem seus próprios compromissos, quase não tenho tempo para falar com Zayn. Todos estão crescendo, mas eu não sei quero isso. Quer dizer, óbvio que eu preciso crescer também eu já tenho vinte e quatro anos, mas poxa Harry, eu ainda gosto das mesmas coisas que eu gostava quando tinha dezessete. Eu gosto de fazer bagunça em um quarto de hotel, eu gosto de assistir ensaios de uma turnê, eu ainda amo pedir pizza e comer no ônibus da banda. - Os nós que haviam se formado vão se desfazendo ao que sua voz se emite pelo quarto. - Mas apesar de tudo isso, eu também gosto de ter algumas responsabilidades, eu gosto de estar organizando meu casamento junto com o homem que eu amo, gosto de saber que sou eu mesma que pago minhas contas e não meus pais. Mas mesmo assim, não sei se quero crescer. - Ela concluí e encara o noivo que a olha de forma pensativa. - Você consegue me entender? - Pergunta com medo de estar parecendo uma menininha mimada.

Harry sorri fraco, ele achava que era o único a se sentir dessa maneira, apesar de parecer que era o único ali que não se importava.

- Eu te entendo completamente. - Ele diz se aconchegando a ela. - Eu paro para pensar nisso vez ou outra, mas sabe de uma coisa, eu até que estou gostando dessa mudança.

- Está? - Pergunta desacreditada.

- Um pouco, ter amadurecido fez com que eu tivesse um novo olhar sobre a vida, fez eu experimentar coisas novas e ver o que era o real amor que eu procurava. Te pedir em casamento faz parte disso e eu agradeço por isso. - O sorriso de S/n se alarga. - E não faz mal a saúde ser imaturo algumas vezes, nós ainda podemos nos reunir em um hotel, poderemos correr dos paparazzis em um dia qualquer, ainda podemos dar um baile nos seguranças. A idade não é somente um número S/n, isso aí é apenas uma data, nós não precisamos nos rotular vinte e quatro horas, a gente só precisa ser a gente! - A forma com que Harry fala passa uma enorme confiança para S/n que pensa com carinho nas palavras de Harry.

- Nós ainda podemos fazer as coisas de 2012? - Ela pergunta de forma engraçada fazendo Harry rir.

- Por que não? - Ele ri.

- Dança Take Me Home comigo. - Ela se levanta em um pulo animado e estende as mãos para mim.

- O álbum inteiro? - Ele pergunta assustado mas ainda divertido com a mudança de humor de S/n.

- Nós fazíamos isso em 2012! - Alega deixando Harry sem saída.

- Ok, você venceu. - Se rende levantando-se e acompanhando S/n que liga o som em seu álbum favorito.

Aquela noite sem dúvida seria longa…

Especial de aniversário!

•Faz um q ela tá com ciumes dele por ele ter ficado cv com um mulher, e ela para de falar com ele e ele vem todo manhoso e carinhoso ( parte hot)


Anne e eu havíamos combinado de fazer um almoço para toda a família comemorar o aniversário de 23 anos de meu namorado Harry, a ideia era genial, reunir todos os parentes que ele não via a anos seria perfeito, realmente Harry ficaria muito feliz.

Conheci Harry em uma casa noturna onde tínhamos amigos em comum no local, de cara senti uma atração pelo moreno de cabelos compridos que se mostrava não tão socializado com o local.

Harry tinha cara de homem sofisticado, de um estilo próprio e bem elegante, seus cabelos eram seu ponto forte para mim, realmente fiquei encantada com aquele ser. Logo começamos a conversar e quando me dei conta já estávamos nos beijando, e que beijo era aquele.

Já estamos juntos há três anos, e posso dizer que foram os melhores anos da minha vida, como meu namorado é um cantor mundialmente famoso, isso faz com que muitas mulheres o desejem e confesso que sinto um pouco de ciúmes, mas quem nunca?

Já estava tudo pronto para a festa, vários parentes já haviam chegado, Harry estava com o sorriso de orelha a orelha, é muito bom ver quem a gente ama feliz assim.

- (S/N), daqui a pouco minha irmã Tyna está chegando, queri que você a conheça!- Anne disse sorrindo animada.

-Vai ser um prezer poder conhecê-la!- sorri da mesma forma.

Me sentei uma mesa onde minha cunhada estava sentada e começamos a conversar sobre nossas vidas, trabalhos, essas coisas, escutei Anne me chamar e logo me levantei ajeitando meu vestido.

-Sim Anne!- sorri para ela.

-(S/N), essa é minha irmã Tyna, que eu havia te falado!- Anne me apresentou a mulher sorridente ao seu lado.

-É um prazer te conhecer Dona Tyna.- estendi minha mão para cumprimentá-la.

-O prazer é todo meu, ouvi falar muito bem de você linda!- ela era um pessoa muito legal.- Essa é minha Giulia!- uma bela moça apareceu ao seu lado.

-Olá (S/N), muito prazer!- ela era linda, seus cabelos louros caiam perfeitamente em seus ombros, olhos verdes penetrantes e um corpo de dar inveja a qualquer uma.

-Olá Giulia, é muito bom te conhecer.- forcei meu melhor sorriso.

-Vou falar com Harry, faz tempo que não nos vemos!- assenti e a acompanhei com o olhar até onde meu namorado estava.

Me senti desconfortável com a aproximação dos dois, afinal eu sou bem ciumenta, talvez por medo de perder meu namorado para outra mulher.

Durante toda festa Harry e Giulia não se desgrudaram, sempre conversando, rindo como se existisse somente os dois no local, o que me deixou bastante incomodada com a situação.

-Harry, vamos embora, não estou muito bem.- menti com a intenção de tirá-lo de perto da linda mulher ao seu lado.

-Espera só um pouco amor, estou conversando com a Giulia.- ele sorriu para ela.

-Harry eu prometi que ficaria com a Avery essa noite.- tentei convencê-lo.

-Só um minuto amor, ela não deve nem estar lembrando disso. - ele disse rude.

-Ela é minha filha Harry! - falei e me virei entrando na casa de minha sogra.

Liguei para minha mãe avisando que não poderia ficar com minha filha hoje, o que segundo ela deixou minha garotinha bem triste o que consequentemente me fez ficar acabada, me sentei em um dos sofás da sala tentando me acalmar um pouco antes de ir embora, sozinha.

-Anne eu vou andando, não estou muito bem.- tentei dar alguma desculpa que a fizesse acreditar.

-O que houve? Está sentindo alguma dor?- ela disse preocupada, me senti mal por ter mentindo.

-Só um pouco de dor de cabeça, logo passa!- me despedi de quase todos e resolvi voltar andando para casa mesmo.

Caminhado pelas ruas escuras comecei a pensar se realmente eu estava fazendo o certo em namorar um cara como o Harry, ele é lindo, gentil, o homem perfeito para toda mulher, será que logo eu merecia estar ao seu lado?

Um carro preto parou ao meu lado e não me dei o trabalho de olhar quem era, afinal eu sabia bem quem estava o dirigindo.

-Entra amor, está frio ai fora.- ele disse com uma voz doce.

Entrei no carro sem olhar para ele, encostei minha cabeça na janela e voltei a pensar em tudo, logo chegamos em casa e fui direto para nosso quarto.

-Amor, você está bem?- Harry apareceu no quarto e eu apenas assenti com a cabeça.

Entro no banheiro e deixo com que a água quente que caía do chuveiro molhasse minhas costas me fazendo relaxar um pouco.

Tudo estava me deixando confusa, eu sei que não deveria me preocupar com isso, afinal se ele não me amasse de verdade não estaria comigo, não?

-Posso tomar banho também?- me assustei com sua voz bem perto de mim.

-Claro.- peguei minha toalha de saí do banheiro escutando ele suspirar.

Me deitei na cama e me cobri, antes eu esperava terminar esse dia melhor que agora, escutei os passos de Harry no quarto e fingi estar dormindo.

-Me fala o que está acontecendo, o que você tem?- ele perguntou acariciando meus cabelos.

-Não é nada…- falei em um sussurro.

-Eu sei que tem algo de errado, não minta para mim.- seus carinhos continuaram.

-Eu só estou mal por não ter visto minha filha hoje.- tentei fazer com que ele acreditasse.

-Você sabia que talvez não a veria hoje, tenho certeza de que não é só isso.- suspirei e me virei para ele.

-Você me ama?- perguntei o encarando.

-Que pergunta é essa? É claro que eu te amo!- era possível ver a confusão em seus olhos.

-Harry, você tem 23 anos, é um homem lindo, gostoso, o sonho de consumo de qualquer mulher, enquanto eu tenho 27, sou mãe de uma criança de cinco anos que ainda por cima não é sua, o que você viu em mim?- perguntei com lágrimas nos olhos.

-Por que esse assunto agora?

-Só me responde Harry, eu vi você e sua prima hoje, ela tem sua idade, não tem filhos, ela parece ser perfeita para você! - limpei uma lágrima que insistia em cair.

-(S/N) eu não me importo se você é mais velha que eu, na verdade eu adoro mulheres mais velhas, não me importo de você tem uma filha, eu aprendi a amar a Avery como se fosse minha filha, mesmo ela não morando com a gente, não me importa quantas mulheres podem paracer “perfeitas” para mim, só existe uma que ocupa todo espaço em meu coração, e essa mulher é você minha princesa!- ele disse olhando em meus olhos. -Me desculpa por duvidar do seu amor, mas que eu não consigo me conformar que sou a mulher ideal para você.- sorri triste.

-Você é sim a mulher ideal para mim, é você que eu sempre vou amar!- sorri e nos beijamos.

Harry me deitou na cama ficando por cima de mim me beijando intensamente, minha mãos acariciava suas costas, enquanto as suas passeavam por todo meu corpo. Senti minha blusa ser puxada para cima, logo Harry a retirou e sorriu ao ver meus seios expostos.

-Eu não poderia querer alguém melhor.- ele disse antes de abocanhar meu seio direito.

Gemi com o contato de sua língua em meu mamilo, Harry mordiscava, chupada meu seio como se sua vida dependesse daquilo, chupões era depositados em toda região dos meus seios.

Levei minha mão até seu membro o a acariciando por cima da cueca o sentindo ficar mais duro, enfiei minha mão dentro se sua cueca e comecei a masturbá-lo de forma lenta.

Harry tirou meu seio de sua boca me fazendo gemer em protesto, o puxei para mim de forma com que pudesse o beijar. Nos virei na cama ficando por cima dele e fui fazendo uma trilha de beijos de seu abdômen até sua cueca,retirei a mesma bem devagar fazendo com que seu membro quase batesse em meu rosto.

Segurei sua base e passei minha língua em sua glande o fazendo suspirar, envolvi minhas mãos ao seu redor fazendo movimentos vai e vem junto com minha boca, Harry segurava meus cabelos ditando a velocidade em que ele queria, senti que logo ele iria gozar então aumentei a velocidade até que isso acontecesse.

Harry me colocou de quatro e arrancou minha calcinha de uma só vez, senti seus dedos em contato com minha intimidade me fazendo ficar ainda mais molhada. Senti sua língua em meu clitóris fazendo movimentos circulares me deixando totalmente louca, Harry sempre soube usar bem sua língua.

-Harry… por favor…- implorei para que ele acabasse com essa tortura deliciosa.

-Calma meu amor!- ele disse e introduziu dois dedos dentro me mim.

Isso foi o bastante para que eu gozasse em sua boca, senti ele se afastar um pouco e logo seu membro roçar em minha entrada, rebolei em sua direção a espera de mais contato.

-Anda logo com isso Harry! Minhas palavras foram o suficiente para que ele entrasse em mim de uma só vez me fazendo soltar um gemido alto, Harry sempre foi muito controlador, sempre estava no comando e dessa vez não seria diferente.

Suas estocadas ritmadas me faziam o querer cada vez mais, sentir ele entrando e saindo de dentro de mim era uma das melhores sensações possíveis.

Ele me virou de frente me fazendo deitar com as pernas abertas para ele poder se encaixar entre elas, o beijei com vontade tentando conter meus gemidos que mais pareciam gritos pelo imenso prazer eu estava sentindo.

Senti que poderia gozar a qualquer minuto e não me privei disso, deixei que o maravilhoso orgasmo me consumisse me deixando cega de prazer, Harry estocou mais algumas vezes e logo gozou me preenchendo com seu líquido.

- Obrigado por estar comigo minha princesa! - ele disse entrelaçando nossos dedos.

-Eu que tenho que agradecer por você ter entrado em minha vida, eu te amo Harry!- sorri e o beijei.

-Eu também te amo minha linda, para sempre!


Espero que vocês tenham gostado, me digam o que acharam do imagine!

Yasmim:)

Harry looks like the type of guy to appreciate a girls pretty little feet. Like I think he has a mild foot fetish. I was thinking about this today bc I saw some exposing hollywood page on Instagram saying harry has a foot fetish (I don’t really believe this page that much but I thought that, that fact, wether it’s true or not, was kinda funny and a little hot/cute) and Harry has always seemed like he’d be the type of guy to love a girls shiny legs and her ass, he’d appreciate her whole body of course, but he’d be drawn to her legs that are attached to these pretty feet, with the toes painted a soft pink. I think it’s the icing on the cake for him. Like he’d probably rub a girls foot while they’re watching a movie, or if she’s stressed he’d give her a deep foot massage. Idk I think harry’s low-key into feet, maybe not a full on fetish but he def likes them!

Yes these were my thoughts of the day, yes this is what I spend my time thinking about.

#31 The Outside Scene Part 2 (Harry Styles)

Dedicated to the Anon who asked me twice…I hope this makes you happy. 

Part 1

Word Count: 2,185

I created this company from scratch. With my people, it is one of the best firms in the market today, but still having a woman at the head didn’t please my competition. I just had a meeting with another owner who wanted to buy my firm. My lawyer made sure that we ended up buying his instead, but still being treated less than others just because I wasn’t a man pissed me off.

I had not seen Harry since morning. I got ready to leave for my meeting as soon as I entered my house. Not overthinking, and just locking my emotions in a box was the best that I could do. He owed nothing to me. And, I didn’t want to hear him say that it was a mistake. “I want the files for the Macron deal on my table, and tell James to come to the office right now,” I kept myself busy as soon as I entered office not wasting time or giving myself a moment to think about this morning. “Why are we lagging behind on this? We need to be more careful. This is not done.”

James apologised for his team lagging behind the deal, and I realised that I might need another head, “Last chance James, I know you like working differently, but I will have to put someone in to supervise. This is the third delay and, we can’t continue to work like this.”

The phone rang, “Ma’am, Mr Styles wants to talk to you. He says it is urgent…very…very urgent,” my assistant on the line following what Harry was telling her to say.

“I’m almost done, send him in,” I said, keeping the phone down. James got up to leave, “I won’t warn again James, I’d really like the results,” He gulped and then, nodded. Harry entered, ready to say something, but stopped seeing James in the room. “Mr Styles, please take a seat,” I said. James whispered all the best to him, and he frowned. “Yes, tell me, Mr Styles, what can I do for you?” He looked so amazing, he was wearing a blue shirt with suit pants, his hair tied in a bun, showcasing his sharp jaw line.

Taking his eyes off the closing door, “Umm, it’s not about work.”

“Okay, then?” I kept a poker face.

“Strange thing happened,” he said, locking the door, “I kissed someone last night, well…made out and when I came back after picking up my daughter, I had a thank you note lying on the table.”

“What more were you expecting?” I said, and his eyes widened.

“You could have texted or called. I left in a hurry, Charlie was crying,” he said.

“It doesn’t matter now, Mr Styles,” I said.

“Hey…it does. It does matter to me.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter to me so, I’d appreciate you going back to work. Please.” I felt like I hurt him. His eyes showed that he was hurt. He shook his head, shrugged and walked out of the door.

“I heard about your breakup,” my sister called me in the evening.

“Really? It has been months,” I said, trying to finish cooking this garlic chicken so, I could eat and sleep.

“You should have called, or said something. I had written both your names for the book inauguration party. Now, who will I get to accompany you?” This was her concern. Not that I broke up with a guy after five years.

“Why don’t you just cut our names?” I told her, annoyed.

“Don’t be selfish,” I rolled my eyes at that comment. “Your ex-boyfriend sent his RSVP,” she said.

“What? You’re calling him?” I almost dropped my phone.

“Yeah, of course. Just because you’ve broken up with the perfect man, doesn’t mean our friendship is over. Anyway, he is a big name. It will add some glamour to my party,” I couldn’t believe her words. But, she had always been like that.

“And you still expect me to come?”

“Yes, with someone. I’ll see you there, someone else is calling me,” she cut the call. I had never felt so angry. My sister was another case, but he was going to my family’s party with his new girlfriend. What the hell was that? Could no one see how wrong it was? I picked up my pan and threw it against the wall, as I broke down crying on the floor.

The doorbell rang after a minute, and it kept ringing. I wiped my tears and got up. Walking to the door, I saw Charlie standing in her night suit, with Harry standing behind her in a towel, wet. “Are you okay?” She asked as she gave me a hug.

“She pulled me straight out of the shower after she heard something fall,” Harry said. Charlie invited herself in and saw the pan on the floor. Harry was quick to notice it as well. He walked into the kitchen and switched the stove off. “Charlie, why don’t you take her to our house, and I’ll join you there?”

“There’s no need,” I tried to say before Charlie took my hand and pulled me out of my house.

She made me sit on the sofa again and ran inside her room. I sat looking around the house, seeing it absolutely perfect. My hand rubbing over the couch material remembering last night, “There you go,” Charlie ran out of her room, pulling a huge yellow blanket behind her. It required a lot of strength, and this little girl pulled it across the hall and put in on my lap. Huffing a little bit, she took the edges and wrapped it around my body, “This is the happy blanket. It will make you happy and forget the bad people,” She said, and cuddled into my body, hugging me tightly. I hugged her back, just holding her as tears fell down my eyes.

The main door opened, and Harry stopped looking at the scene in front of him. Still, in the towel, he rushed to his room. Charlie didn’t move an inch and kept her hold tight on my body. Harry walked out of his room, smiling looking at his daughter and then, walked to the kitchen. Coming out with three plates of pasta, he sat next to us on the couch. Charlie let go of me and sat straight, none of us saying anything. We didn’t say anything as he handed us the plates and we ate in silence with Charlie’s eyes just looking at her dad and me one after the other.

I finished my plate and kept it on the table. Looking down at my hands, concentrating on my lines, controlling my tears until it didn’t work, “Charlie, honey, will you tuck yourself in tonight?” he asked. She nodded and then, kissed my cheek and then, her fathers and ran into the room. Harry licked his lips, and then, came and sat close to me. “What happened? You can tell me, anything?”

I closed my eyes, trying to stop the tears and my body for shaking. He sighed and then, hugged me. “Let’s sleep, okay?” He said and picked up the blanket. Taking my hands, he took me to his room, as I looked around, entering for the first time. “You sleep here? I’ll sleep outside.”

“It’s pretty big, this bed. Stay…” I said, and he smiled. I kept my head on the pillow as he wrapped the blankets around me, and I slept in no time.

My eyes opened, and the first thing I saw were the rays entering scattered in the room. The second was hearing the heartbeat in my ears. I picked up my head to notice my body being wrapped around Harry’s and his around mine. His eyes opened as slowly, and he smiled. His smiled did something to me. I kept my head on my pillow, as he looked at me. His hands putting my flick behind my ear, “slept well?” I nodded. “Will you tell me what happened?

“My family is the most inconsiderate bunch of people, just that…” I told him how my sister had invited my ex, and I had to go now. I would hear about it for the rest of my life. And, I had to keep my respect. He couldn’t show up with some other girl, what will people say? My family would say they are embarrassed though, they called him. I saw no way out of this.

“I could go with you?” he said.

“What?” I frowned.

“I could come, as your partner? I don’t mind. We can get a sitter for the night for Charlie,” he said.

“You don’t have to do that,” I said, getting up.

“I want to,” he replied, cutting me. “Why do you push me away?” he asked.

“I push everyone away, it’s easier.”

He wrapped his arm around my body and pulled me back, my head hitting the pillow. “Your daughter…”

“Is sleeping,” he replied, and kept his hands around me, climbing up. My breathing increased, as I felt his weight on my body. He looked into my eyes, and then, brought his lips closer to mine. Eyes flicking back to see my reaction, before they pressed against mine. I liked this, I liked this feeling. Here in this bed, I felt like I belonged. His lips trailed down my chin to my neck, finding a place to suck there as I remembered the night before.

“Harry,” I said, in protest. He picked up his head, looking at me with confused eyes.

“Don’t push me away,” he said, removing my hair from my face, “I won’t hurt you, you’re the first person I have kissed after…after Charlie’s mum. I really really like you, please don’t push me away.”

“You left me on the couch,” I said.

“What?” he frowned. “Couch?”

“If the man doesn’t put you on the bed after well…he doesn’t want you…” I said, repeating the words of what I have been told.

“What?” He sat up, “the bed? Where did you learn this from?”

“It’s the rule, I thought you didn’t…”

“What if the man sleeps with you on the couch?” He asked. I didn’t have any response to that. “Look, I woke up in the morning to my phone ringing and Charlie crying on the phone. It was nothing big, but I rushed out to get her so, I couldn’t take you to the bed because I had no time!”

“You cleared the bottles…” I said.

“Bottles…I did that while I was on call,” I didn’t have anything else to add. “Is that why you left?” he asked. I nodded. “Baby…” he sighed, “Next time, you have any more of your rules which I haven’t completed, please tell me?” he giggled, bending down to kiss my cheek, “Ouch,” I hit his arm.

“I’ve not done this since five years!”

“I have not done this for longer and look at me,” he raised his eyebrows.

“Have you not? Really?”

“Yeah, was very protective of Charlie. Didn’t want the wrong woman around her,” He shrugged, his hands on my waist, his thumb touching my skin, making me feel bubbles in my chest.

“So I have your approval?” I asked, blinking innocently.

“More like I have Charlie’s approval! She really adores you, I think she sees herself in you,” he said, with this warm look in his eyes.

“What is she on the outside of?” I asked, frowning.

“I meant, that she saw a strong, self-made, caring, successful girl in you,” He said, “who is not on the outside now.”

I smiled with tears in my eyes. “Daddy,” we heard the little voice and the steps on the door, as Harry jumped off me. Charlie entered, pushing the door wide open, rubbing her eyes. She left her teddy on the door, as she saw me on the bed. Her face lit up with a big smile, as she saw her blanket wrapped around me. She ran to the bed and climbed on me. “Did the happy blanket make you happy?” She asked, and I nodded. She looked at her father with a proud look on her face and jumped on him. He caught her, pulling her to his chest and kissing her face as she giggled. I sat up on my elbow, looking at them play and talk about her sleep. Keeping my head on the pillow, I heard her tell about her dream. She looked at me, and pulled the blanket, cuddling into my body as I held her little frame in my arms. And turning towards her father continuing the story. Harry’s eyes widened, but he smiled hearing her out.

“Okay, it’s still early. We can sleep for another two hours…” Harry said as he got under the sheets as well, pressing a button to shut the blinders.

Charlie turned and kept her hand on my cheek, “Now, you will always be happy,” saying that she hugged me, and slept while I wondered how I ever came across these angels in my life.


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Guilt

The images kept replaying themselves in your head. A mangled body being pulled out of the vehicle, Harry’s precious new car smashed beyond repair, and his panicked face when he arrived at the scene. It hadn’t been your fault, the other driver was drunk and had managed to swerve into your lane and smash into you before you even had time to realize what was happening.

It had been a week since you were discharged from the hospital with nothing more than a few minor injuries, but the other driver wasn’t so lucky. In his drunken misjudgment, he hadn’t been wearing a seatbelt and was thrown into the windshield of his car, killing him instantly.

For the first few days after the accident, you’d been in too much pain to think about what happened. But now that the soreness had faded, everything was weighing down on you at once.

It was you that killed him. If you had only passed down the road a few minutes later, he would’ve swerved into an empty lane and could possibly still be alive. Or you could’ve taken a different route home, or just not left the house altogether.

Not only had you killed someone, it was Harry’s car. You were sure it cost more than anything you’d ever owned and it was brand new; he hadn’t stopped talking about it since he bought it. He trusted you to drive it, and now it was gone.

The accident had been hard on you, but what you didn’t realize was that it was even harder on Harry. He’d woken up in the middle of the night to your crying, despite your desperate attempts to quiet yourself down after the nightmares that wouldn’t stop. He’d hold you, making sure your face was free of tears and you were softly snoring before he allowed himself to join you in a somewhat peaceful slumber.

He put up with all the crazy mood swings, too. There were times when you just wanted to cry in his chest, letting him comfort you with his strong arms and comforting scent of vanilla. But there were also times, more of them than you’d like to admit, that you had completely shut him out. He understood you needed some alone time, not that he didn’t worry about you while you were lonely in the bedroom, but he let you kick him out every time you felt you needed to.

He really had no idea what was going on in your head; why on earth you wouldn’t let him comfort you. He didn’t know the struggles you’d been facing ever since that day.

You didn’t quite understand it either, because you truly wanted him. Wanted him to hold you and tell you everything would be okay; he was there and he wasn’t leaving. And you let him do that sometimes, but then fear would take over.

You killed someone. You destroyed his car; his prized possession. You can’t be trusted.

These thoughts echoed through your head constantly, making your heart ache and your anxiety skyrocket. Maybe you were bad luck. And if that was the case, how could you trust yourself with the man who was most precious to you? It was only a matter of time before you lost control and something happened to Harry, right? Just like that lifeless body of the man that probably had so much to live for.

You’d been sitting alone for a few hours, staring at a random speck on the wall and trying so hard not to cry. But when the sobs finally came, they hit hard.

Harry was downstairs when he heard you. There was no hesitation; he needed to be there. He was fine leaving you alone, but if you started crying, especially the way you were now, he couldn’t justify not being there.

The door to the bedroom opened slowly, a contrast to Harry’s fast-beating heart. He needed to make this better, and he felt like shit for not knowing how. He made his way over to the bed, sitting down and silently putting a hand on your back. It was his way of letting you know he was there, without pressuring you to explain or even acknowledge him if you didn’t want to.

His hand moved up and down your back, still keeping his distance while you cried into your hands.

You wanted to hug him so badly; just jump into his arms and never let go. But how could you put this burden on him? Taking care of someone who was practically a murderer?

“I killed him.” You finally croaked, barely even audible to Harry.

“Hey.” He pressed a finger to your chin, gently prodding you to look at him. You uncovered your face, but still avoided his gaze and stared at your lap.

“It wasn’t your fault, you know that.”

You sniffled, shaking your head.

“It is.”

“No, don’t you dare believe that. He was the one who decided to drive drunk, okay? It was his bad decision that got him killed, not you.”

Tears continued to roll down your cheeks; you believed his words, but nothing could take away the pain you felt for the man. Drunk or not, he was dead now.

“Baby, please look at me.”

Your body shifted to look in his eyes, watching them stare at you as they searched for some type of answer. Before he could say anything, you flung yourself into him and clung to his shoulders. He swore his heart was breaking. You were sobbing loudly into him, while he held you as tight as possible and tried to keep himself together for your sake. When your sobs finally quieted, he spoke.

“Listen to me, baby. None of this is your fault. It was just one of those ‘wrong place at the wrong time’ things. You are an incredible person and this changes nothing, my love. I love you.”

His words were spoken slowly, laced with emotion while you were convinced that he meant every word.

“But your car.” You whimpered, another sob leaving your throat.

He pulled away, taking your face in his hands while he looked at you in shock.

“Is that what this is about? My car?”

Your bottom lip trembled as you nodded, and a look of horror crossed over his face.

“I don’t care about that damn car, baby. I’m just relieved you’re okay.” He held you tight to him, unable to believe that you felt so much guilt over a car. He could buy a new one if he really wanted to. In fact, he could probably buy ten of the same model.

“But I- I’m so sorry, Harry. It was so special to you.”

His heart had surely shattered by now.

“Baby, that car was not that special to me. What’s special to me is you, okay? A car can be replaced; you can’t.”

You sniffled and looked up at him, as he wiped the tears from your splotchy cheeks.

“I love you so much. And that car did it’s job, it protected you when I couldn’t. What matters is you.

Leaning against his chest, you were able to get a deep breath in. He was right, you knew he could afford a new car if he wanted one. And the accident was just that, an accident. The drunk man was dead, but it wasn’t because of you, it was his own poor judgement that put him six feet under. As awful as it was, that’s life.

He held you extra tight that night. After what you’d told him, he’d gotten an even deeper look at the caring, truly incredible girl you were. As great as it was, it unfortunately had some nasty side effects.

He swore you were asleep, but he was shocked to hear you speak as he pressed a kiss to your head.

“Thank you, Harry.”

“Oh sweetheart, you’re welcome.”

It wasn’t long before you were both asleep. And that night there were no nightmares. No waking Harry up in the middle of the night, no broken sobs cutting through the darkness of the room. Because Harry always managed to put your mind at ease.

Harry Styles - Little Sister Secretly Dating Niall Imagine


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Especial de aniversário


Mini imagine


 Dei uma volta 360° para observar toda a boate,as bebidas sendo servidas,a decoração,tudo em perfeito estado,ouvi alguém gritar meu nome mas não dei ouvidos,meus olhos pararam em S/n que entrava na minha festa,fui em sua direção e ela pareceu nervosa em me ver

 -Feliz aniversário, mesmo depois de tudo achei que deveria comparecer

Não respondi nada,apenas a puxei para a pista de dança a deixando um pouco confusa

  -Me desculpe por tudo -peguei sua mão gelada

  -Tudo bem, já passou -s/n desviou os olhos dos meus

  -Isso está me matando

  -Não quero falar sobre isso Harry -s/n suspirou e no mesmo momento tocou uma música conhecida por nós dois

  Quando Let me love you começou a tocar s/n tentou sair de perto de mim,mas eu a puxei deixando minha ex namorada sem saida

  -Tem sido uma viagem e tanto -citei parte da música que tocava em seu ouvido e a trouxe para perto de mim -Eu sei por que veio,veio por que você me perdoou

 Senti S/n negar com a cabeça,mas seu corpo dizia outra coisa

 -Nunca vou te deixar, nunca vou te decepcionar -citei outra parte da música e ela se contorceu

 -Você já me decepcionou Harry -partiu meu coração saber que eu a magoei tanto assim

 -Temos milhões de quilômetros à nossa frente -apertei S/n contra mim

 -Por que quer tentar de novo Styles? -ela não se opôs ao meu corpo,mas não relaxou em meu abraço

 -Por que eu te amo -s/n apertou meus ombros como se aquela frase doesse em seu coração,eu acho que realmente doeu

 -Let me love you -s/n se afastou um pouco do meu abraço e me encarou -Let me love you -repeti a letra junto da música esperando que s/n visse a sinceridade em meus olhos

S/n sorriu e assentiu com a cabeça fazendo meu aniversário ser épico e me fazendo o homem mais feliz do mundo


~Keth

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PREFERENCES

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You Both Catch Your Daughters Boyfriend Buying Condoms***

His Thoughts On Seeing You For The First Time***

His Cute Sneezing Fit **

He Ask’s You Out And You Say No*

He Embarrasses Himself Infront Of You****

Youve Never Been Kissed - Part 1***

Youve Never Been Kissed - Part 2***

The Things He Loves About You***

He Compares You To His Ex (Luke) - Part 1*

He Compares You To His Ex (Luke) - Part 2*

Your Encounter With His Ex****

The Way You Cuddle In Bed****

You Get Caught Making Out

A Girl Flirts With Him Infront Of You

He Walks In On You Changing

He Sees You Cry For The First Time

Video Games

You Tell Him Your Pregnant

The Clothes He Loves You In

How You Both Sleep

After Your First Time

You Have A Nightmare



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Harry Styles

Proposal

My Nerdy Boyfriend

Flirting Waitress

The Battle Is Over*

Louis Tomlinson

Your Mine

Zayn Malik

Misunderstanding

I Will Always Protect You*

Gone - Part 1*

Gone - Part 2*

Niall Horan

Marry Me

Im Here For You *

Liam Payne

None

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  • Pedido -  Faz um 1s cm Harry, ele falando umas verdades pra ela, q ela é fria, so se importa cm ela mesma, gosta do luxo, é exigente e essas coisas sabe, ai ela muda por ele


Eu não consigo acreditar que me atrasei para o meu horário no salão, tudo isso foi culpa de Harry que pareceu esconder a chave do meu carro quando eu me recusei a desmarcar meu horário no mais badalado salão para ficar com ele em sua folga do trabalho.  

Pelo amor de Deus, quem deixaria de lado um compromisso tão importante para passar o dia inteiro fazendo qualquer coisa? Eu prefiro cuidar do meu cabelo e minhas unhas.

Minha agenda está lotada, irei ao salão, às compras, sair para tomar um café com minhas amigas e por fim irei no meu massagista. Tudo que eu faço em meus dias é organizado com antecedência para que até no fim do dia todas as coisas sejam feitas como o previsto.

Eu tenho a vida que qualquer pessoa pediu a Deus, posso comprar tudo que me vem em mente e um closet dos sonhos, o único defeito é o meu marido. Ultimamente ele anda me cobrando algumas coisas que não dependem de mim, ele acha que eu escolho o horário no salão, mas a verdade é que toda semana eu tenho que lutar para conseguir um tempo para cuidar dos meus cabelos e eu me recuso a ficar sem esse meu pedaço de felicidade.  

Tem sido patético a forma como Harry se esfrega em mim em busca de carinho como se eu não fosse uma pessoa ocupada, não é como se eu fosse trocar um dia no spa para passar o dia com ele respirando em meu pescoço me causando agonia.

No fim do dia eu já me sentia exausta enquanto entrava pela porta da frente com o porteiro trazendo todas as minhas compras de hoje, não tinha muita coisa, eram só umas cinquenta sacolas com umas coisinhas básicas, compra mesmo eu faria dia seguinte.

Deixei minha bolsa sobre a mesinha de vidro no centro da sala e me joguei sobre o sofá livrando meus pés dos saltos que os impossibilitam de respirar, fecho meus olhos respirando fundo tentando relaxar.

— Obrigada, Geoff. Pode se retirar. — ouvi a voz de Harry e nem ao menos abri meus olhos.

Ao ouvi a porta se fechar, senti o sofá ao meu lado afundar e um corpo se aproximar do meu me causando uma sensação incômoda, como se meu espaço pessoal estivesse sendo invadido, então eu apenas me afastei.

— Você sempre se afasta quando eu me aproximo, somos casados (seu nome), eu mal posso te tocar. — bufo abrindo meus olhos e me viro para ele.

— Dá um tempo, Harry, eu estou cansada. — me levanto e caminho em direção a saída da sala.

— Mais tempo do que eu já te dei? Você só faz compras e mais compras como pode estar cansada? — me viro para ele o encarando incrédula.

— É impressão minha ou você vai começar a jogar tudo na minha cara? — jogo minha bolsa no sofá e cruzo meus braços.

— A única coisa que quero jogar na sua cara há muito tempo é o quanto você é uma péssima esposa. — ele sustentou meu olhar.

— Péssima esposa? Eu sou uma perfeita esposa apenas por aguentar toda essa sua carência.

— Eu não seria carente se minha esposa me desse um pouco de carinho, se fosse para me sentir sozinho eu não teria me casado. — reviro os olhos completamente entendida com esse papo.

— É bom saber que se arrepende desse casamento.

— Eu não me arrependo… A única coisa que eu lamento é não ter percebido que a mulher que eu realmente amo estava perdendo seu lugar para uma pessoa fútil e vazia que só pensa em dinheiro, compras e luxo. — eu apenas ri negando com minha cabeça sem acreditar realmente no que eu estava ouvindo — Essa realmente foi uma perda dolorosa, eu amava sua forma doce e seu sorriso imenso quando eu a roubava um beijo em algum momento de distração. — ele sorriu de forma amarga, como se lembrar daquelas coisas o machucasse inteiramente por dentro — Hoje eu durmo ao lado de uma mulher ácida e intocável que apenas sorri na minha presença quando eu libero o cartão de crédito sem limite.

Ok. A forma que ele contava essa história estava um pouco exagerada, eu não me tornei tudo isso desse jeito que ele narrou. Eu ainda sou doce e consigo sorrir por outras coisas que não seja apenas um cartão de crédito.

Eu consigo me lembrar perfeitamente a última vez que nos beijamos de verdade, apaixonantemente, até por que não faz muito tempo. Isso aconteceu no jantar em família que tivemos em… Em… 2015? Não temos mais jantarem em família, então provavelmente foi no aniversário de dez anos da Lux. Mas acho que também não foi porque a Lux está com doze anos agora…

Bem, talvez eu não consiga me lembrar muito bem, mas eu tenho muita coisa mais importante na minha cabeça.

— Eu não vou ficar aqui te atormentando com essas coisas porque sei que você não se importa… — ele falou e riu tristemente quando percebeu que eu não diria nada — Se precisar de mim estarei no quarto de hóspedes, mas como eu sei que não vai precisar, alguém deve está me substituindo no papel de marido.

Ele apenas se virou caminhando em direção as escadas até sumir da minha vista me deixando estática na sala com suas palavras processando na minha mente. Ele acabou de dizer que desconfia que eu tenho um amante e isso é um absurdo, essa ideia nunca passou por minha cabeça e ele está sendo um idiota ao pensar isso de mim.

Depois do que pareceu horas em pé na sala, eu me coloquei a caminhar pelo mesmo caminho que ele fez até o quarto de hóspedes, teríamos que esclarecer essa sua quase acusação de adultério.

Ao levar minha mão a maçaneta da porta entreaberta pude ouvir a voz de Harry vir de dentro do quarto e apenas me permitir ficar ali parada até que ele terminasse de falar com quem fosse no telefone.

— Não… Eu já tentei, não tem mais jeito…

Sua voz estava mais rouca que o normal e saia como um sussurro.

— É como se ela não existisse mais, é como se fossem duas pessoas diferentes, mas uma delas se foi. A melhor delas, a que eu amo.

Pude perceber que ele falava de mim para quem seja do outro lado e isso me deixou um pouco incomodada, a maneira como ele estava falando.

— Claro que eu ainda a amo, mãe, eu não continuaria aqui se não amasse… Mas eu acho que não aguento mais ter o coração partido a todo instante que ela me trata como um nada.

Ouvi Harry fungar e pude ter certeza que ele estava chorando, chorando por minha causa. Ele sempre foi tão forte e me consolou em tudo e hoje eu o faço chorar.

— Eu vou ficar bem… Vou pensar no que será melhor para mim, sim. Eu também te amo.

O silêncio no quarto depois da ligação ser encerrada foi substituído por soluços não muito baixos fazendo com que uma parte de mim se quebrasse como um pedaço de vidro ao ter um impacto com o chão. O que eu havia me tornado estava acabando com a melhor pessoa que eu conheci em toda a minha vida, eu amo o Harry, mesmo com tudo que nos aconteceu, com meu descuido ao me tornar uma pessoa vazia, mas eu o amo mais que tudo.

Em passos lentos e em silêncio eu adentrei o quarto indo até a cama, me sentando sem ao menos receber sua atenção. Levantei minha mão para tocar seus cabelos que estavam espalhados sobre o travesseiro e ponderei a ideia, não sabendo o que fazer quando eu havia passado tanto tempo sem tocá-lo.  

Eu estou temendo tocar o meu marido por não saber sua reação.

Finalmente deixei tudo em minha mente se esvair e pousei minha mão delicadamente em seus fios rebeldes acariciando cuidadosamente como se fosse se desintegrar em meio aos meus dedos.

— Eu sinto muito pelo que aconteceu com a gente… Comigo, devo dizer. — sussurrei baixinho como se minha voz fosse machucar seus ouvidos — Eu me dei conta muito tarde que eu não era mais a mesma, espero que ainda possa me perdoar. — fechei meus olhos tentando não chorar, essa era uma coisa que eu não fazia há muito tempo também — Eu nunca trai você com outro homem e nunca deixei de te amar. Nunca. Nem mesmo um segundo. Eu apenas esqueci como um amor deveria ser bem cuidado e esqueci o significado quando minha cabeça só gritava coisas e mais coisas que o meu consumismo queria para se satisfazer — respirei fundo para dizer as palavras seguintes — Eu te prometo que do mesmo jeito que mudei para essa coisa sem coração, eu voltarei a ser a sua namorada de antes, uma esposa de verdade.

— Não prometa o que não vai cumprir… — sua voz saiu em um fio.

— Eu preciso que você confie em mim… Eu estou disposta a isso para não vê-lo mais tão triste e ficar triste também. Eu te amo e te quero bem, pode não parecer nesses últimos anos, mas eu me importo com você, sim.  

— Eu também te amo e só preciso que me dê amor. — ele se sentou me olhando nos olhos pousando suas mãos em meu rosto — Me dê amor para que eu me sinta completo. Apenas me dê amor!

Ele colou nossos lábios em um selinhos singelo assim que terminou dizer o que precisava e eu não demorei para intensificar o beijo o tornando íntimo, coisa que há muito não sabíamos o que era.

Eu estou disposta a destruir essa (seu nome) que me tornei e resgatar a antiga para não partir ainda mais o coração da pessoa que eu amo e consequentemente o perder por coisas que não valem a pena.



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“You’re such a punk!” Part 3 - Harry Styles Oneshot

 Part 1 Part 2

Finnnaallllyyy, Here is part three of such a punk! Enjoy! The song Home by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros is what inspired it. I highly suggest to listen to it while reading. 

-Y/n pov-

We were all sitting down at a round table in a quiet karaoke bar. I would be talking to Sophia, but her and Liam have currently went under a strong make out session in the bathroom. So, here I was stuck with three loud and half way bladdered boys. 

Harry nudged my side softly and whispered, “Wanna create some noise in this place babe?”

“Ew,” I turned towards him and slapped his arm.

“No, I meant like with the karaoke.” Harry got out of his seat and grabbed my hand, “C’mon, love. I want to sing with you.”

I rolled my eyes playfully and got up with him, “I mean since you’re being so forceful right now I guess I have to.”

“That’s the spirit!” 

I laughed softly and walked up onto the stage waiting for Harry to choose a song. Harry was scrolling through the computer when his face lit up and nodded to himself. He jumped up on stage with me and smiled wide. 

“Ready?”

“Not really, but-” The music began and my face grew a big grin. Harry was about to start off when I held my hand in front of his face and started instead. 

“Alabama, Arkansas, I do love my ma and pa, not the way I do love you,” I sang loudly into the mic. 

Harry gave me a look as in ‘alright I see’ and started to sing the next verse. 

“Holy, moley, me, oh my, you’re the apple of my eye, girl I’ve never loved one like you.” 

I smiled wide back at him as we continued to switch off on verses. Maybe it was the alcohol taking over us, but we were singing loudly and dancing around like five year old’s. 

“Ahh Home. Let me come home! Home is wherever I’m with you! Ahh Home! Let me go ho-oh-ome! Home is wherever I’m with you!” We had sung the lyrics loudly while smiling wide and pointing at each other. 

I sat down edge by Harry as we rocked our bodies side to side to the beat, waiting for the next part to come along. Harry turned to me and smiled softly

“Y/n?”

I giggled, realizing her put my name in the song and went along.

“Harry Styles.”

“Do you remember that day you fell outta my window?”

I laughed again while nodding, “I sure do, you came jumping out after me.”

“Well, you fell on the concrete, nearly broke your ass, you were bleeding all over the place and I rushed you out to the hospital, you remember that?”

“Yes I do.”

“Well there’s something I never told you about that night.”

I furrowed my eyebrows in character, “What didn’t you tell me?”

“While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you, and I never told you til just now,” Harry sang the last part softly and full of meaning before he got up and started singing loudly again. 

I sat there staring at the spot he was once sitting in. I gulped slowly as i shook my head softly. Harry tapped my shoulder, I turned around towards him and grabbed the hand that was reaching out to me. He pulled me up and started to sing softly again. 

“Home. Let me come home. Home is wherever I’m with you…”

I nodded my head rapidly while smiling wide, “Ahh home. Yes I am ho-oh-ome. Home is when I’m alone with you.”

We never sang the rest of the song. Instead the drunken boys known as Louis and Niall started to sing along.  We stood there starring at each other before he wrapped me in his arms tightly. The drunken boys and Sophia were all clapping as we just stood there swinging back and forth. 


—–

-one day later-

I was currently standing in line at a Panda Express on the phone the with Louis asking what they all wanted.

“…and Liam said he just wants a side of the Orange Chicken.”

“Alright, Lou. What about Harry?”

“Eh, I think he’s taking a shower in his room right now.” Louis said hesitantly. 

“A shower? A bit late for a shower, but whatever. I’ll just get him something. See ya soon.”

“Bye dear,” Louis said before hanging up. 

I walked into Louis’ room where everyone was at with my arms full of food. 

They all greeted me loudly while getting up and helping me carry the bags of food to the small kitchen bar. 

“Thank you lads, and Sophia,” I said winking at her. 

Soph gasped and grabbed her chest, “Stop, you’ll make me blush.”

I shook my head laughing and grabbed Harry’s food. 

“Alright, I’m going to take this to Harry’s room,” I said while grabbing his room key out of my purse. 

Louis grabbed Harrys food and shook his head, “Just wait till he comes here, dear.”

I giggled and took his food back, “It’s fine, Lou. I need to talk to him about some things also.” I opened the door and looked back in, “Eat.”

I smiled softly to myself as i hummed to the song stuck in my head. I had so much to tell Harry. So much to admit to him. I softly knocked on the door as I opened it wide and walked in. 

“Harry?” I called out. 

I left the food on his kitchen bar before walking to his bedroom. I knocked softly on the door as i opened it fully and my eyes widen at the scene in front of me. 

Harry froze and looked at me with worried eyes as his sweats were half way pulled up, and the beautiful blonde was holding the bed sheets tightly around her chest. 

My mouth was slightly agape, trying to process something, but the only word it could make was 

“Oooh…”


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#39 The New Role In His Life (Harry Styles)

Will make this a series if you guys like it…

Storyline: A new role for Harry’s best friend in his life. 

—-

“I don’t see a way out of it,” Harry sighed, as he came and lay beside me. I was cuddled up in my sheets eating my chocolate raisins and watching Telly. “Shift a little, let me in,” he pulled the sheets. 

“But, I’m warm,” I whined. 

“You’re not listening to me,” He got in my sheets and pulled me closer to steal all my warmth. “I’m very serious. It’s not going to happen. I can’t get married.” 

“Of course you can’t,” I tried pulling away, “It took me hours to get warm! Let me go!” 

“I’m cold,” He was so strong now, it annoyed me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and placed his head on my chest. 

“You’re too close to me. I don’t like touching,” I grumbled. 

“Shut up and solve my problem. Why are you even my best friend? I’m ruining a good title for you,” He showed me his tongue and, went back into cuddling me. “They want me to get married.” 

“Nobody can force you into marriage. Stop the bullshit, please. Just say no,” I said, finally giving in and changing the channel to watch something that wasn’t telemarketing. Nothing else played at 3 A.M. 

“There are a lot of benefits, though,” He looked up. 

“Then say that.” 

“Fine! If I get married now, it will really add to my entire career and image. After an age, it becomes important and, you know the rest,” He cleared, “I just an not marrying Kendall.” 

“She is your option?” I shifted up the bed and placed another pillow behind my back. “I thought, you didn’t want to go beyond the girlfriend thing.” 

“Yes, exactly. And getting married to one of the Kardashians? It’s not going to add in the way, I want it to, but we have discussed all of this Lilith! I can’t marry her!” He exclaimed. 

“You’re sick. You’re in a relationship with her. And, don’t want to marry her! You’re absolutely sick.” 

“She doesn’t want to marry me either. It’s mutual,” He sighed. 

“She doesn’t want to marry you? What’s her reason?” I asked. 

“You’ll laugh.” 

“Who says I’m not now?” I smiled. 

“Stop it, Lilith! She wants somebody who actually loves her and not, well, that’s now me,” He answered, now shifting his head to my stomach. 

“You know, I’m ticklish and, you still don’t stop!” I groaned, trying to shift away from his body, but to no avail. “Let me think about it. I can’t help you. You know so many women, ask one of them.” 

“Really who?” He said, sarcastically. “Who can I actually just go and marry?” 

“You want to be smart, get out! Let me sleep!” He showed me his tongue and switched off the television. Pulling me down to cuddle again which he knows I hated. 

I woke up next morning on my stomach, and Harry’s head on my back. “Harry, Harry, Harry…” I tried waking him up. “I’m too hot now, move!” He groaned and shifted on his back. This man had an issue of shedding clothes and was now sleeping almost naked in my bed. “Completely hopeless!”  

I made breakfast for both of us while reading the newspaper. I had a busy day planned and, I wasn’t going to let Harry make me late again. He walked into the room, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Taking a seat on the kitchen table, “Are you going to work today?” 

“I have no idea why that’s a question,” I laughed. 

“You can work from home. I still remember you saying that’s the best part of your job! Not tied to one location,” He pouted. “Help me, Lilith!” 

“Oh my god! Eat your breakfast and go home! Talk to your manager, and finalise on who you want to get married to, if you want to get married even and, stop cribbing, Harry! Of all our discussion, this is the most ridiculous one of all!” I scolded. 

“What nonsense! I think the worst was if jellyfishes can hug!” Harry yelled behind me. 

“And, this is what he argues about!” I shut the door, laughing. 

Harry and I had known each other since school. It was only a few years ago, when I had met him again, by chance and then, stayed in contact and now, he was my best friend. I liked our relationship, I was comfortable around him. He was the only guy I could be comfortable around after all my failed relationships that lined my history. 

Finishing my work from the main office, I took a cab to Harry’s house since he had some brilliant news to tell me. I rang his doorbell, checking all my mails because, once in the house, I wouldn;t get the chance again. 

“And look who is here,” Harry opened the door. Something was wrong, I could feel and see it. He stood there, in a Sheer black shirt leaning against the door with a seductive look in his eyes. 

“Harry…” I warned as I stepped in, knowing all his tricks really well. 

“I made dinner,” He smirked as his closed the door and walked behind me. 

“You always make dinner,” I eyed him. 

“I do, only for the special,” He kissed my cheek, taking off my coat. 

“You have a lot of special people then, Harry. What did you make?” I asked, trying to step away from him. 

“Your favourite, sit,” He pulled the chair. 

“I’ll help you get the food from the kitchen,” I stopped him, but then I looked towards the kitchen, ”but, you have servers, okay. Am I missing anything?” I took a step back, but he pulled me towards him and made me sit. 

The servers brought food in, and Harry poured the wine. It was all my favourite. After taking a bite of my food, confirming he had cooked it, “Okay, what do you want?” 

“Marry me.” 

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*Pedido.

* Poderia fazer um cm o Harry q ela é filha do padrasto dele so q morava longe por isso eles nunca se viram e a Anne fica querendo q os 2 namorem so q o pai dela morre de ciúmes, final feliz.


Depois de dez anos eu voltaria a morar com meu pai, assim que ele se separou de minha mãe voltei com ela para Los Angeles, pelo que eu sei meu pai havia se casado novamente com uma mulher chamada Anne, e ela tem dois filhos, eu não os conheço mas espero que sejam pessoas legais.

Me despedi da minha mãe e entrei no avião, nunca me imaginei morando longe da minha mãe, mas as circunstâncias me levaram a isso, chegando no aeroporto reconheci a pessoa que eu não via a sete anos. -Pai!- o abracei.

-Minha filha! Quanto tempo, você está linda!- ele me olhou.

-Eu senti sua falta!- me agarrei a ele novamente.

-Filha, essa é minha esposa Anne, Anne está é minha filha (S/N).- ela era uma mulher bonita, parecia ser legal.

-É um prazer te conhecer querida, seu pai sempre falou muito bem de você! -Ela sorriu

-Igualmente Anne!

Fomos para casa e Anne me mostrou onde era o quarto que eu ficaria, era o antigo quarto de seu filho, mas como ele não está morando mais com eles ficaria para mim.

Ao longo dos dias conheci Gemma, filha de Anne, ela era realmente muito legal, nos aproximamos muito, agora só faltava o famoso Harry.

-Tenho certeza que você e o Harry vão se dar muito bem, vocês têm a mesma idade, os mesmos gostos, vocês formariam um belo casal!- Anne dizia animada durante o almoço.

-Eu não acho, minha filha ainda é muito nova para namorar, vamos deixar isso pra lá. -meu pai disse com uma cara não muito boa. -Pai eu já tenho vinte e dois anos, não sou tão nova pra isso.- falei rindo.

-Mas eu não me acostumei com a ideia de que você cresceu tão rápido! - o abracei.

-Tudo bem pai!

Depois de alguns dias Anne havia me avisado que seu filho estava chegando de viagem, ela sempre me fala sobre ele o que só aumenta minha vontade de conhecer esse homem.

Cheguei em casa e vi um homem até então desconhecido por mim, ele era realmente lindo, tinha olhos encantadores.

-Querida esse é meu filho Harry!- Anne me apresentou seu filho.

-É um prazer te conhecer Harry!- sorri e apertei sua mão.

-Igualmente (S/N)!- ele disse olhando no fundo dos meus olhos.

Harry e eu nos aproximamos muito durante esse tempo que ele está aqui, claro que meu pai está sempre de olho em nós, o que eu acho desnecessário, nós já somos bem grandinhos pra saber o que devemos ou não fazer. Claro que de vez em quando rola alguns beijos entre nós dois, Anne já havia presenciado alguns e sempre nos dava cobertura.

Estávamos em meu quarto conversando quando ele começou a me beijar intensamente, nunca havíamos feito sexo antes, essa seria a nossa primeira vez.

Harry beijava meu pescoço enquanto suas mãos acariciavam o resto do meu corpo, minhas unhas arranhavam suas costas arrancando alguns gemidos dele.

Ele retirou minha blusa e beijou meus seios, suas mãos apertavam minha cintura me deixando cada vez mais louca, retirei meu sutiã e logo ele começou a sugar meus seios, o prazer que eu sentia era imenso, não conseguia controlar meus gemidos.

Nos virei na cama ficando por cima dele, retirei sua bermuda e sua cueca, comecei a acariciar seu membro e logo passei a língua por todo seu comprimento, comecei a sugá-lo e a fazer movimentos vai e vem, Harry gemia muito o que me incentivava a continuar.

Escutei a porta se abrindo e meu pai entrando no quarto nos assustando.

-Pai?!- tentei me cobrir.

-Desçam.Já. -ele disse entre os dentes.

-E agora Harry?- perguntei apavorada.

-Vai dar tudo certo meu amor!- ele beijou minha testa.

Descemos para a sala e encontramos meu pai e Anne sentados no sofá, ela nos olhou indicando o sofá a nossa frente.

-O que eu havia te dito (S/N)?- meu pai nos olhou furioso.

-Pai eu já tenho vinte e dois anos, sei muito bem o que eu faço, me perdoa mas eu não me arrependo do que estávamos fazendo, eu tenho uma vida pai!- tentei lhe explicar.

-Mas tinha que ser justo com o filho da minha esposa?- ele se levantou ficando a nossa frente.

-Olha Robin eu realmente gosto da sua filha, eu nunca a machucaria, isso é totalmente fora dos meus princípios, se eu estou com ela é porque eu a amo!- me surpreendi com suas palavras.

-Se você machucar minha se considere um homem morto Styles! - ele sorriu e saiu da sala.

-Eu te amo (S/N)!- ele sorriu e me beijou

-Eu também te amo Styles!

-Eu não acredito que consegui juntar vocês! -Anne nos abraçou sorrindo.

-Obrigado mãe!

Yasmim:)

I Love You - Harry Styles Oneshot

Harry oneshot :

‘can u pick me up?’

Y/n phone beeped right away signaling that Harry has texted back

'on my way’

She quickly got dressed into her skinny jeans and white flowly shirt, and pulled on the docs she never took off. While grabbing her phone off the coffee table she rushed outside waiting for him to pull up.

Loud music blasting from a car took y/n’s mind off of the day. Y/n smiled brightly as Harry pulled up to my house slow enough for her to jump in quickly then started to drive again.

His large hands went to turn down the volume as he sighed.

“Y/n, why do you always copy my swag?”

She gasped loudly with a giggle, “Me? You always compliment my outfits.”

“Because you dress like me!”

“Oh shut up, Harold.”

He bit his lip softly while glancing towards the beautiful brunette.

“Why’d you text me? What happened?” He asked her.

Y/n groans loudly and leaned her seat back so she was laying down.

“That fucking dumbshit! He had the never to call me fucked up!”

“I don’t get why you runaway though, we all know you two will just have make up sex again,” Harry responded, his hands gripping the steering wheel tighter.

“But it’s different this time, Harry. He actually meant what he said,” y/n trailed off while looking up at him, “he really meant it. I saw it in his eyes. He eyes were full of fire, and when he said it his face didn’t turn sad like usual. It stayed angry and happy like he wanted to hurt me.”

“Then just fucking dump his ass, babe.” Harry stated angrily.

“I can’t. I love him.”

Harry laughed loudly while shaking his head, “That is not love.”

“What? Like you know what love is?! All the girls you talk to just suck your dick then leave!”

Harry slammed his foot on the breaks and turned towards her, “That’s not fucking true and you know it! If I didn’t know what love is then i wouldn’t be your best friend! I wouldn’t have just come and picked your sorry ass up at 4 in the morning because you need me! I wouldn’t be the one to hold you when your parents split.”

“Harry-”

“No! I’m the one that always ends up wiping away your tears so for you to say I dont know what love is, is bullshit!”

“Harry, please-”

“God just shut up, y/n! Don’t you fucking see?! He doesn’t fucking love you! He’s not the one that holds you! He’s not the one who tells you everything will be okay! I am! I am the one, and god, god do i fucking love you.”

Y/n’s eyes widen as she looked at him and stuttered.

“W-wait, what?”

A/N: Heey guys, let me know if I should keep this little oneshot going or not. Thanks for the great feed back! Don’t forget to request and submit! Love you!