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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.

Segundo, boa leitura sz

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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…

One Shot Harry Styles

  • Pedido - Oie linda tudo bem?espero que sim,então queria que vc realizasse um sonho meu,tipo,um imagine onde a s/n não é filha biológica dos pais dela e acaba fugindo pq tem um cara muito ruim atrás dela então ela encontra o Harry e eles se escondem em um galpão e o Harry cuida dela no final eles são separados.


A casa estava completamente escura, apenas alguns feixes da luz da lua adentravam pelas janelas que tinham cortinas mal fechadas. Muita cautela era necessária e (seu nome) repassava em mente todo o seu plano de fuga, não se esquecendo de ser sorrateira já que qualquer barulho poderia denunciar sua saída.

Apenas com uma mochila nas costas (seu nome) atravessou a porta de sua casa, sabendo que qualquer coisa poderia estar a esperando no mundo lá fora. Ela não poderia ficar no aconchego de seu lar colocando em risco a vida de pessoas que a ama mesmo não tendo o mesmo sangue correndo pelas veias.

É sempre difícil abandonar o lugar que te faz sentir segura e é ainda mais difícil pensar que tem que viver por conta da própria sorte. Algumas poucas notas de dinheiro no bolso, uma garrafa média de água e poucos biscoitos não durariam para sempre e a garota não queria nem imaginar o que faria quando definitivamente acabasse.

— Você é forte, vai conseguir se virar sozinha.

Essas foram as palavras que (seu nome) usou como incentivo para que suas pernas a obedecessem e começassem a mover seu corpo para longe da casa a qual foi criada com muito amor. Não estava saindo dali por causa de seus pais, eles eram ótimos, ela estava saindo de sua casa sem dizer tchau, parecendo ingrata, para proteger os pais que mesmo não sendo biológicos eram os de verdade, os que deram amor e ensinaram valores.

[…]

Depois de ter pego um trem que lhe custou metade do dinheiro, (seu nome) acreditava estar em outra cidade, ela não prestou atenção durante a viagem por ter pego no sono e tão pouco estava disposta a pedir informação as pessoas que passavam quase que voando perto dela como se ela fosse um nada. O que restava agora era fazer o reconhecimento do lugar e encontrar algum abrigo para passar a noite já que as merrecas que economizou já estavam quase no fim depois da viagem de trem.

Caminhando exaustivamente pelo que acreditava ser horas, ela ao longe viu um grande local que era impossível passar despercebido, parecendo abandonado. (Seu nome) se aproximou empurrando a grande porta de ferro tomada pelo ferrugem e entrou no lugar depois de ter ouvido o chiado alto ao que a porta liberou seu caminho. O local era imenso e de fato estava abandonado, havia algumas caixas de papelão em um canto e mais nada em volta.

Cansada, (seu nome) largou a bolsa no chão e deixou seu corpo cair sobre as caixas, mas algo estranho estava sob elas, um corpo. Assustada ela gritou alto fazendo com que sua voz ecoasse pelo imenso vazio e o corpo que inicialmente ela achou estar morto, levantou rapidamente a deixando mais assustada.

— Que merda está acontecendo?

Um garoto também assustado parou há alguns metros de distância olhando (seu nome) como se estivesse diante de um fantasma. Eles pareciam ter a mesma idade, mas o garoto tinha alguns bons centímetros a mais que ela.

— Meu Deus… — com a mão no peito, (seu nome), deixou seu corpo cair sentado no chão.

— Ei? Está passando mal? — o garoto inclinou a cabeça para o lado parecendo preocupado.

— Foi um grande susto. — (seu nome) disse depois de alguns segundos em silêncio, de olhos fechados.

— Sim… Você quase nos matou. — uma risada engraçada e um tanto escandalosa ecoou fazendo (seu nome) abrir os olhos só para poder ver o garoto tapando a própria boca, envergonhado.

— Sua risada é engraçada. — ela riu fazendo com que ele risse também, só que mais contido dessa vez.

[…]

— Então quer dizer que tem um desconhecido atrás de você? — Harry perguntou tentando entender a história que acabou de ouvir.

— É… Ele me mandou algumas mensagens dizendo que eu precisava morrer, que eu não seria a única da minha família a ficar viva.

— Claramente um psicopata. — Harry concluiu — Então seus pais são mortos? Eu sinto muito.

— Não, quer dizer, mais ou menos. — (seu nome) se embolou deixando Harry confuso — Meus pais biológicos são mortos pelo que o cara das mensagens falou, mas eu tenho meus pais adotivos.

— Isso é bom, quer dizer… Em parte.

Os dois ficaram alguns minutos em silêncio comendo alguns biscoitos lado a lado sobre alguns dos papelões, e com um cobertor velho de Harry sobre as pernas. Eles já haviam conversado o suficiente para saberem o nome um do outro e a idade, Harry era apenas um ano mais velho que (seu nome), com dezesseis anos. Eles também já haviam tido tempo de reparar nas características um do outro e agora compartilhavam um pouco de suas histórias.

— E você? Por que está aqui?

— Bem… Eu não tenho um motivo grande como o seu, eu briguei com a minha mãe por causa do meu padrasto e resolvi sair de casa. — Harry deu de ombros falando tudo naturalmente.

— Quer me falar o que aconteceu? — (seu nome) olhou para o lado podendo ver o perfil do garoto.

— Não foi nada demais… Ele queria fazer de mim um pessoa que eu não sou e minha mãe não foi capaz de ficar do meu lado. — ele explicou vagamente — Faz três dias que eu encontrei esse lugar.

— Que bom que eu encontrei você. Eu estava pensando que ficaria sozinha por aí por muito tempo. — (seu nome) sorriu ganhando o sorriso de Harry em troca.

— Estava bem chato ficar solitário aqui, eu já estava começando a falar sozinho. — os dois riram juntos.

[…]

— Vamos lá, (seu nome)!

Harry puxava a mão de (seu nome) enquanto caminhavam apressados pelo corredor de um velho hotel. O local ainda funcionava e sempre que podia, Harry dava um jeito de entrar, pegar escondido a chave no carrinho da camareira - que fica no corredor enquanto ela está arrumando um dos quartos - e entrava por alguns minutos para tomar banho.

— Eu estou indo o mais rápido que posso…

(Seu nome) estava cansada, o galpão não era tão próximo do hotel e eles tiveram que chegar ali a pé não tendo tempo para descansar e já entrando rapidamente para não serem pegos. Quando os dois atravessaram a porta do quarto, (seu nome) suspirou aliviada que teria algum tempo para descansar.

— Eu vou tomar banho primeiro, descansa que quando eu sair, você vai. — (seu nome) assentiu se deitando na cama e quase gemendo por tão confortável que estava — Não se esqueça que não podemos fazer barulho.

Harry sumiu porta do banheiro adentro e (seu nome) fechou os olhos imaginando o que seria dela se não tivesse cruzado com ele logo no primeiro dia. Ele estava sendo muito atencioso e cuidava dela como se fossem uma família, nunca disse nada que a deixasse desconfortável e não tentou nada com ela nos dois dias que estiveram juntos.

Não demorou muito para que Harry saísse do banheiro e a cutucasse para que fosse logo, eles não podiam ficar ali muito tempo já era a segunda vez que iam no mesmo lugar tomar banho e isso não era seguro, eles poderiam ser pegos a qualquer momento.

Harry se sentou na cama olhando ao redor desejando ter dinheiro suficiente para oferecer um quarto confortável como o que estava à (seu nome) e não apenas papelões e um velho cobertor. Aquele não era o quarto mais bonito ou luxuoso, mas com toda certeza era melhor do que um galpão abandonado e aquela garota no banheiro merecia mais, ele merecia mais.

Batidas na porta o fizeram despertar de seus pensamentos e correr para a porta do banheiro batendo de leve para quem quer que estivesse no corredor não pudesse ouvir.

— Já estou terminando. — a voz de (seu nome) saiu abafada pela porta e Harry temeu dizer algo e ser ouvido.

— Sabemos que estão aí. Abra a porta antes de termos que abri-la do nosso modo. — era a voz de um homem e por um instante Harry pensou se não seria o que havia feito (seu nome) fugir — Nós avisamos! — a mesma voz disse após alguns segundos em silêncio.

Harry continuou parado em frente a porta do banheiro como se quisesse proteger a pessoa que está lá dentro e logo pôde ouvir um baque na porta, sendo seguido de outro que a fez bater no canto da parede revelando dois policiais.

— Onde está a garota? — um dos homens perguntou enquanto entravam no quarto.

— Eu estou sozinho aqui. — Harry disse rapidamente e para desmenti-lo, a porta do banheiro abriu atrás dele.

— Sua mãe nunca o ensinou a não mentir para a polícia? — um dos homens altos e forte, segurou Harry pela nuca o levando para fora do quarto.

— Para onde vão levá-lo? — (seu nome) tentou passar pelo homem que ficou no quarto e teve o braço segurado pela grande mão.

— Ele ainda não sabemos, mas você vai para sua casa. — o homem começou a levá-la para fora do quarto.

— Eu quero ficar com ficar Harry! — ela tentou se soltar, mas foi em vão.

— Enquanto você foge com o namoradinho, seus pais estão morrendo de preocupação atrás de você. — os dois saíram do hotel e (seu nome) pôde ver Harry algemado no banco de trás da viatura.

— Eu passei um rádio para delegacia. — o homem que havia levado Harry disse ao que ainda segurava (seu nome) — O garoto é menor e também fugiu da casa dos pais.

— Eu vou levá-la de volta e você leva o garoto. — o homem colocou (seu nome) dentro da viatura travando as portas. — O romancezinho acabou.

Enquanto a viatura deixava o local, (seu nome) pôde ver a imagem de Harry pela última vez sendo embaçada pelas lágrimas em seus olhos. Eles haviam se tornado parceiros, cúmplices, e agora estava tudo acabado.

[…]

— Você deveria ter nos dito, foi muito mais arriscado você sair de casa sozinha. — o pai de (seu nome) estava um pouco alterado por causa da angústia de ter a filha sumida por dias — Nós encontramos o seu celular e levamos a polícia, não foi difícil para que eles encontrassem e prendessem no homem que mandava as mensagens.

— E quem é ele? — (seu nome) perguntou abatida e com a voz baixa.

— O seu pai biológico… — sua mãe começou — A mulher que te deu a luz, traiu o marido com esse homem e se recusou a ficar com ele depois. Ele estava obcecado, ele a matou e estava atrás da criança que no caso é você.

— Poderia ter acontecido uma coisa muito ruim por não ter nos contado das ameaças, filha. Por favor, não faça mais isso. Não nos deixe sem notícias suas. — seu pai implorou.

— Eu mentiria se dissesse que estou arrependida. — os olhos de (seu nome) se encheram de lágrimas novamente — Eu conheci uma pessoa que cuidou de mim mesmo sem me conhecer, mesmo sem ter nada em troca, como vocês ao me pegarem naquele orfanato. Mas agora eu não sei como ele está e eu acho que não o verei nunca mais. — (seu nome) limpou as lágrimas que escorreram por seu rosto — Eu vou… Para o meu quarto.

Em passos lentos (seu nome) caminhou até as escadas e subiu degrau por degrau com os olhos fixos no chão e os pensamentos presentes em Harry. Ela não sabia se ele estava bem ou se teve problemas maiores, ela não sabia como encontrá-lo, apenas queria voltar no tempo em que estiveram juntos e pausar o naqueles momentos.



Espero que tenham gostado… ❤

Me falem o que acharam do 1s 😊

- Tay

#44 The Interview With Harry Styles (HS)

“I shall go into the room and show full on attitude!” I yelled.

“Yes!” Ezra cheered.

“I shall pretend that he is shit and I rock!” I screamed louder.

“Yeah, you will!”

“I will be all cool and who are you sorts and enamour the hell out of him!” I pushed the door open, and with my friend whispering, you can do it in my ear. I will. I was totally capable of this. I stood in the cue to reach him, noticing there was a guy in front of me. Getting this interview will be huge for the blog. I was a freelancer, but the site loved the way I covered stories and interviews and wanted me to cover this one as well.

“Are you okay?” Ezra asked.

“Yes! I shall rock. I shall confuse and I shall-” I did my ninja moves to show my confidence.

“You’re next.” The manager called out in a monotone. The guy in front of me had disappeared, and I was next to go in the room.

“I can do it?” I questioned now. My nerves finally showing themselves, “Can I? Where are you? Ezra! Tell me?”

“What? Of course, you can! You were just ninja-ing the fuck out. You are awesome! So cool! He is just what? Nothing. You can do it!” He cheered and I could feel my bones turning jelly.

I could see his dimples, just one side of his cheek as he answered the questions. He wore a black shirt with his classic black jeans. His coat hung on the side, his phone kept right beside him. His hair, oh his hair, were combed back, much shorter than how I liked them. He was so hot, how could just half of him be so hot? Wait. What? Concentrate. I have come so far to take this interview. He is just an average guy who is easy to talk to and I shall take my interview. Average guy with really nice lips…eyes…dimples…voice. Concentrate!

“You can go now.” The monotone, again.

“Shit.”

“Walk, c’mon. You rock!” Ezra nudged.

“No, I don’t!” I whimpered.

“You do!” He pushed, and I entered the space.

The bright light hit my face, and for a moment I could see nothing. When I could, he was in front of me, “Hi, I’m Harry. How are you, today?” His hand was in front of me, waiting for me to push my hand in his to shake, but it was not happening. My eyes were wide, in shock, he was in front of me! I was star struck. I was stuck. I had this dream like the expression on my face, my eyes wide in love and surprise. “Umm,” he looked at me, and frowned, “are you okay?” I could feel his hand come up to hold my face, but that’s when I fell into his body and fainted.

“Hey…”  I heard a soft voice whisper, as my eyes opened. A hand, combed through my hair slowly, calming me. “How do you feel?” He whispered again. The voice was so familiar, a favourite. I stretched my head on the pillow and turned my head to the person.

My vision  cleared from the blur, “Aaaaaaaaaaa!” In a second, I was on the other side of the bed. My hair was open, and my jacket was off. I moved a little to get my hair away, curse them for being so long.

“I am sure I am not this scary, love!” Harry Styles was in front of me. He was on the edge of the bed. “Breathe, just breathe…”  He took deep breaths with me, and I tried my best to calm down.

“Oh! You’re up!” Ezra walked in with a doughnut in his hand. “How are you feeling?”

“Where am I?” I asked as Harry Styles sat on the bed.

“You are on a bed,” Ezra replied.

“Thanks, I was confused. Thanks!” I said, sarcastically looking at Ezra.

“You are in a guest bedroom in my house. Still, you’re still here.” I took a deep breath again. “Are you okay?” He laughed a bit.

“I expected this. She has had a crush on you for 7 years now. It had to happen!” I threw a pillow at Ezra, but he caught it and put it back in place.

“7 years. Woah, that is a long time,” He looked at me, his eyes just stared into mine. “You have really beautiful eyes.”

“Thank you,” I whispered.

Moreover, Ezra coughed. “Anyway…”

“Yeah, food is ready! Why don’t you get fresh and come eat dinner, yeah?” He looked at me, “Yeah?”

“Yeah…yeah yes,” I nodded.

After getting a lot of pep talk in the very luxurious washroom of this mansion, I walked out. The dining table had three mats laid out, “Oh, you are here. We have Italian tonight. I hope you like it,” Harry looked at me and smiled, “Please sit,”

I did without further embarrassing myself, “Where is everybody?” I asked.

“They left. The work was done. I pressured you stayed because I had never had anybody fall into my arms so gracefully and not wake up before,” He giggled.

“Where is Ezra?” I gulped.

“You know, you have to tell me if I am scary. You look like I am going to kill you,” when I didn’t respond, “I’m not! And Ezra is answering a phone call.”

“Thank you for the food and well taking care of me. I didn’t mean to fall. I don’t know what happened.” I mumbled.

“Eat first, what will you have first? Lasagne or the spaghetti?” He asked, and I felt so surreal that, all I could take out of my mouth was an, “uh.”

“I just saved your ass, woman,” Ezra walked in. “You should treat me for the next month! You are off the hook, you can submit the article by the weekend.”

“I am going to give you Lasagne,” Harry finalised and put some on my plate.

“Would you still be willing to take the interview?” I asked, finally realising the gravity of the situation and how unprofessional I had been. “I’m sorry. I’m never this lost. It’s just I have always dreamt of meeting you and usually, I have always been absolutely badass and amazing and so smart and nice, and it’s all gone and I don’t know if this happening or if I am dreaming and,”

“Wow. You’re really chatty, aren’t you?” He smirked. “I’ll give the interview. If you eat the pasta and the lasagne, I made it, and I am very touchy about my food,” He smiled.

“You made all this?” Ezra asked.

“Yeah, I have a habit of making too much food and eating it for the next three days,” He raised his eyebrows, and I took a bite.

“It’s really nice. Thank you for doing this. You are very kind.” Ezra, at his best behaviour.

The rest of the dinner conversation revolved between Harry and Ezra because I was busy savouring the food I will never get to eat by Harry Styles. In the end, he poured us a glass of wine, “can we do this off camera? I am not ready.”

“Yeah okay,” I nodded. “Do you read, Harry?” I asked, getting comfortable in my own skin and recovering. The massive wall of bookshelves made me curious.

“As much as I can,” He stood next to me.

“So, you’re not one of those who claim coolness by not reading, huh?” I picked up a book.

“Is it cool? Not reading?” He frowned and, I looked at him, laughing.

“Thank you for doing this. Nobody else would, “ No one else would have done this.

“I had to see those eyes again,” He whispered.

“What?” I asked.

“No one looked at me like that before,” he laughed.

“That’s a lie.”

“No, not really. I usually, am able to describe each emotion. I couldn’t do it with yours. What did they mean?” He asked, staring into mine. “They still hold it.”

“I don’t-”

“It’s ready! Come take your interview!” Ezra called.

I asked him all my questions, and he answered all of them in detail, taking his time and going off topic to only come back again.

“And, that’s it. Thank you so much for doing this for us.”

“It’s over?” He pouted. “That’s sad.” He kept looking at me.

“Yeah, we should head out. Long way for you from here,” Ezra, completely oblivious to us. “You know, why don’t you stay here. Let’s find you a hotel, and you can take the train back from here in the morning. No use going back this late at night. Use the money they’re giving you.” He kept talking wrapping up the recorder.

“Where do you have to go?” Harry asked.

“Oh, I have a bus from right outside to Brighton in 20 mins! This one has to go back to LSE.” Ezra kept talking paying no attention to us.

“That’s a long way from here,” Harry looked at me.

“Brighton? Yeah. Will reach in a couple of hours.” Ezra replied. “I am going to go get my bag and he walked off.

“It’s okay, will take the tube back,” I smiled, picking my bag up.

“Do you mind if I leave you?” Harry asked, picking my bag before me.

“Oh no, I wouldn’t want to bother you anymore.” I shook my head.

“It’s no bother. I love driving. I’d like to drive you back. Love to, actually,” he said, nervously.

“Right! We should be leaving!” Ezra walked out and Harry looked at me expectantly.

“Harry offered drive us back,” I told him and Harry smiled, his dimples out.

“Let me get my coat.”

He walked back inside, and Ezra came closer, “What did you do?”

“He offered!”

“We are too fortunate today!”

Harry insisted that we waited in the car till Ezra’s bus left and then, we made a move to my house. We talked more about myself mostly. What I was studying, where I was working etc. Etc.

“Thank you, Harry!” I repeated again, in middle of our conversation. “No one does this!”

“Stop thanking me, now! I figured we are friends by now?” He frowned. “Aren’t we?”

“Well, if we have to be friends, you need to tell me about you!” I laughed.

“You know most about me!”

“Not really, I know most about Harry Styles. I really look up to him. He inspires me, but he is a media created persona. You are just Harry. Tell me about you?” his eyes twinkled and he nodded.

We continued talking, “to the left and just two houses down,” I directed him towards my tiny apartment which I shared with another roommate. “That’s my house. The first floor of it actually.” I turned to look at him. “Thank you so much for dropping me.”

“No worries,” he smiled.

“Would you like to come up? For a coffee?” I asked with hope.

“It’s pretty late. I should head back,” He shook his head.

“Well, it was lovely meeting you. And, please do read my piece when it comes out.” I said, getting out of the car.

“I’ll keep an eye out. Bye love,” He waved and I watched him drive out. There goes my opportunity of ever meeting him again. Me and my big mouth.

“Hey! There is bouquet out front for you! I am leaving for class!” my roommate banged the bathroom door. Washing my face, I came out to find a huge bunch of white roses in a vase kept on the desk. I searched for the card, and blushed as it read.

Let’s go out again? For coffee maybe?

-           Just Harry

(Call me xxxxxxxxx9)

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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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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

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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…”


A/n: Hey guys! Thank you so much for being patient and everything. I love you all so much. Keep on requesting for new stuff and just anything. I will anything about anyone (No Hate Though!) Anyways haha, Love you all thank you. Much love

-Zoxx

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Seus olhos estavam carregados de energia no começo do dia. Ela dizia que tinha ansiado me ver por semanas, que em todos os seus sonhos, eu a beijava até ela dormir. E no primeiro instante que nos vimos, ela me abraçou com tanto afeto, por Deus, eu não precisava de mais ninguém, nós faríamos nossa própria festa, contanto que sejamos apenas nós dois, se mais alguém aparecer, eu juro que não vou ao menos notar. O dia tinha passado tão rápido, que eu poderia jurar que tinha acabado de acordar e estava indo busca-la na casa de seu pai. Agora, encostado no batente do banheiro, encarando a como ela dormia suavemente, como se nada importasse, era como admirar algo constantemente subliminar. Ela sempre me dizia como se sentia em relação a nós, a nossas caricias, nossas declarações não tão diretas, meus “eu te amo” implícitos, mas eu, pobre eu, minhas palavras eram tão fracas perto das dela.

Amante de The Kooks adorava cozinhar, escrevia em um diário contando de seu dia em crônicas bem pequenas, simples, mas tão elaboradas como aquelas das colunas de sábado no jornal. Quando sentia dor, seus olhos ficavam murchinhos e se escondia atrás de um moletom velho e de livros que ganhava, ela era simplesmente tão aberta a tudo. Aceitava meus momentos bipolares e nunca me implorou uma declaração de amor, nem mesmo quando eu sabia que ela queria, que ela estava precisando ouvir de meus próprios lábios o quanto seu sorriso iluminava qualquer lugar obscuro dentro de minha cabeça bagunçada. Quando ela se perdia em meus olhos, e eu a trazia de volta do transe, ela apenas me dizia que em meus olhos haviam constelações, em meus olhos haviam segredos que jamais seriam revelados, ou quando contornava minhas tatuagens com as ponta do dedo, e eu sabia que ela queria me perguntar o significado de cada uma delas, mas apenas continuava a contorna-las me causando um tremor interno. Em todas nossas brigas, mesmo que por ciúmes, sempre antes de ir embora ou de ir deitar, ela me dava um beijo e se eu tentasse me esquivar, depositava seu afeto em minha bochecha.

Talvez eu fosse um segredo, ou então, nós éramos o segredo.

Hoje eu tinha a observado o dia inteiro, e eu podia garantir, ela estava sonhando com tudo aquilo. Nós tínhamos feito uma competição pra ver quem cantava uma música mais rápido, e eu óbvio deixei ela ganhar, tínhamos nos beijado em lugares diferentes da casa, e até mesmo assistido um filme debaixo das cobertas como não fazíamos a meses. A chuva no lado de fora ainda caia e eu ouvia sua respiração calminha batendo em sua própria mão que estava em frente ao seu rosto. Seu corpo recolhido devido ao friozinho que batia sobre seus braços descobertos. Desliguei a luz e me deitei ao seu lado, a abracei de um modo desengonçado e fiquei por um bom tempo apenas sentindo seu perfume. Enquanto algumas imagens de nossas primeiras noites retornavam a minha mente, fazendo-me sentir um friozinho na barriga que nunca antes me ocorrera. Era um erro eu estar deitando ao seu lado, fazendo-lhe carícias e nem ao menos lhe dizer, o que eu estava pensando. Trilhei uma linha de beijos de seus pescoço até o canto de sua boca, e sussurrei baixinho tentando acorda-la, mas o fundo de meu peito reclamava me odiando por interromper o sonho dela. Calmamente ela virou-se e encaixou seu rosto na curva de meu dorso, seus lábios molhados depositaram um beijo em meu pescoço, e logo vi seu sorriso me encarar através da escuridão. Ela estava linda. Ela é linda.

– Não consegue dormir? – ela me perguntou baixinho, com sua voz embargada de sono.

– Não, quer dizer. Sim – disse ainda um pouco confuso. Eu precisava dizer, mas tudo que eu tinha feito nessas ultimas horas, era observá-la.

– Você quer conversar? – perguntou se arrumando na cama, deixando com que eu pudesse olhar seus olhos cansados e admirar seu lindo sorriso.

– Uhum – dei um beijo em seus lábios e percebi algo que eu nunca, havia percebido antes.

Ela fechava os olhos, quando ia me beijar.

– Eu preciso te dizer uma coisa  – murmurei deixando minha mão descansar em sua cintura.

–  Oque?  – seus olhos se arregalaram e seu corpo ficou tenso.

– Eu, hoje eu fiquei o dia inteiro  –  disse baixinho, eu estava dizendo tudo que havia pensado, e mais uma vez minhas palavras eram tão falhas. – E eu queria te dizer uma coisa.

–  Vamos, Harry  –  disse ela impaciente. Selei meus lábios nos seus, e eu ainda não sabia como dizer isso á ela.

– Eu…eu  – gaguejei, e fechei os olhos, eu iria dizer isso hoje, eu precisava.  –  Eu acho que gosto de você.

–  Eu também, Harry  –  ela disse sorrindo aliviada e deixando um beijo no canto da minha boca.

– Não – eu estava com raiva de ter dito aquilo de uma forma tão idiota.  – Eu quero dizer que eu, eu…

Meu coração acelerou, minha garganta fechou, minha voz ficou falha e meu corpo tenso.

– Eu te amo.

#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. 

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“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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#23 The Best Friend (Harry Styles)

Hello, 

I have been going through a lot and this imagine is almost what happened to me. Instances and situations are changed to a bit but, yeah. 

Give me advice. And, if you feel I’m an idiot, let me know. 

It’s long and mature. I’ll be waiting for your response. 

“This is not working out. We go in circles again and again and again, and it’s emotionally exhausting and, I can’t deal with it anymore. I feel, we should just take some time apart, get to-”

“What? Why?” Harry burst into my room, knocking over the vase, kept on the side table. “Why are we breaking up?” He frowned and held my face in his palms.

“We aren’t…Issy and Michael are…” I giggled, kissing his lips.

“Oh, wow. Oh god. You got me all worried,” he shook his head. “I was like, I just got you back, I can’t…”

“And you aren’t,” I said, sitting on his lap and kissing his cheeks. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, again. This was important for us, I guess. We had gone through so much together and still, chosen each other.

“So, you’re making them break up, again?” He asked. I had a habit of reading out the dialogues of my characters to go through corrections and make it sound as real as possible.

“Yes, it’s getting too much for Issy,” I smiled, combing through his hair.

“Alright, okay. Get back to it. Give them a good end and, come and meet your boyfriend upstairs?” He placed me on my feet and kissed my forehead.

“I don’t understand. Why are you doing this?” I cried, sitting on the floor. He was breaking up with me, and I didn’t know why? Don’t fall in love with your best friend. Because when you break up, you lose more than just your love. And my best friend was breaking up with me and, I didn’t know the reason.

“It’s been too long? Don’t you feel so? Like we have always been together!” He laughed. He was laughing.

“You’re my best friend,” I spoke through my tears.

“Yeah, but don’t you want to, maybe know other people? Know how they are? You know me inside out, and I know you but, we don’t know how anybody else is!” He sat down on my bed.

“Apparently, I don’t since you’re doing this.”

“It’s just a break. Nothing more. We spend some time apart from each other. I’ll go live with Mike and, just get to see life without each other in our lives. Just a small break,” He was saying all this so easily.

“So, you’re basically saying that you don’t want me in your life anymore?” I frowned.

“You’re making it sound dramatic.”

“That’s what you just said!” I screamed.

“Don’t scream. We are just discussing.” I could see his palms turn into a fist.

“We aren’t though. You’re giving me your decision,” I got up from my position. I was allowing myself to be degraded by this man, who I considered my best friend, the love of my life. To only hear that he wants to see life with me not being there.

I picked up a bag and walked up to his dresser collecting my things. I was so stupid. I considered him to always be there. Chose him over others all the time and, now all our friends were the same, our lives were so tangled together, I didn’t realize he could feel claustrophobic. That is how he was feeling. I’m such an idiot. Not worth anything and, he finally, has realized that.

“You don’t have to collect all your stuff. It’s just a break,” He sighed. I could see he was trying to go through his decision.

“But, it’s not. You’re breaking up with me,” I shivered. “Don’t worry, you can be the dumper,” I threw all my books inside the bag and collected a few of my T-shirts, stole one of his. I had my stuff all over his room, I was debating on the ones I’d need in the coming weeks before, I could handle myself.

“It’s a break!” He shouted. “You’re still my best friend! You’ll always be my best friend,” He yelled as I tried to stuff my things in the bag. “You’ll always have that place in my life, you don’t have to take everything!”

“But, that’s it, right? You want that place gone.” I could see the pain and the confusion on his face. But, changing the words, doesn’t make it any nicer. This is what he wants. “What does ‘let’s see life without each other’ mean? You don’t want me in your life and, I’ll disappear.” I tried not breaking down, but my voice has never been good at that.

“You know, your ability of understanding words and people is going down! It’s like you don’t understand anything, at all!”

“What am I supposed to understand? That my boyfriend just randomly comes and tells me, that we should take a break from each other because we’ve been together too long? Who says that? You want to see different things? When have I stopped you from seeing or doing anything! What have I done to make you feel like this! And that’s just it, isn’t it? You’ve had me in every way you can have, and realized you don’t want me anymore. You want to see what else is good, out there? I’m not an option, Harry,” I picked up my bag.

“I never meant to make you feel like this,” He rubbed his face. “It’s not about options, at all. I just…you are twisting words. I don’t want to make you feel like you’re an option but, haven’t you ever felt the need of wanting something more?” He questioned. “That maybe there is something worth more, out there?”

It was like a knife running through my chest and, I took a step back. I felt, he realized what he just said. He just engraved the words in me. “That is not what I meant, honey, that is not what I meant!” He tried to hold me.

“I wish you all the best for finding someone who isn’t as worthless as me.” I just shook my head and walked out of his room.

I ran down to my floor and broke down against my door.

It seems like a dream when I type this down, again. But, I question my decision, every day. He did say all that, but he did come back. Or, I got him back. I can’t swallow down the fact that, I was the only one fighting for us. Maybe, he doesn’t want us at all and, I’m just messing with his head. Perhaps, he’ll realize in another month that, I’m not worth it, after all. Am I messing with his head? Should I be trying that hard? I had always been taught to not give up on things and people. Whether it was your old laptop or an old friend, I was taught to fix with all that I have before I gave up. What am I doing?

I kept out his way. It was good that our majors were different. They took place in different buildings and, I found a routine that didn’t collide with his at all. The problem was that he lived a floor above me. I could hear the loud music, the loud laughs, which I was not invited to. I kept my promise. I disappeared from his life. But, it was killing me. The day started with me being happy and confident but, by the evening, I just grew numb.

He was all over the place, though. The photos, the finally single updates for all his friends, I was removed from his life that, I realized that, I didn’t really make any friends. All I had was his, and maybe, they just tolerated me. I never needed them for any emotional talks or things that, actually get you close. I had Harry. But, he was good with people. Stayed connected and I stayed connected through him. That was my first mistake. I wonder where I could have made a difference but, I was honestly, just with my best friend and, that’s how it works, right? I didn’t feel the need of moving away, there was enough space. Different majors, different jobs, I didn’t feel that he felt the need to move away.

But, life goes on. I was made strong. I kept myself groomed up. No one had to know what I was going through. The only person, who can save you, is yourself, and I knew that. I was just not out there like he was.

“You know if you stare that hard on the glass, it will break.”Voice got me out of my thoughts, and I looked to my side, where it came from. “Why don’t we order another one so, it can hold itself?” He was from my English Lit class.

“I’m sorry, I’m Miles…” I shook his hand. “And, you’re beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I smiled.

“Can I sit?” He asked at the empty chair in front of me. I nodded and sat up straight. “Me Before You…” He said, looking at the book. “You’re a sappy romance kind of person?”

“I’m trying to find it out if I am,” I told him the truth.

“You know, I always saw in your class. You’re very smart but, I wanted to talk to you and, I finally saw you sitting, alone, it took guts, though, to come here!” He laughed, “And, then I found out that, you had a boyfriend who just demoralized me.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” It felt weird saying that. “At least, not anymore.”

“Ohh, break up period? Could you tell me when it’s okay to hit on you, though? I’d like to be the first in line.” He stared. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I am saying that…”

I laughed, “It’s okay, you’re funny.”

“But, I am serious, too!” He cut me.

“Okay, I’ll let you know.”

“Another coffee?” He asked, and I nodded.

I finished the chapter and, walked out of my room and walked up to his. I knocked on the door. I always knocked, now. “Hey, baby!” He kissed my lips and pulled me in. His friends were over, used to be my friends, I just didn’t feel that comfortable anymore. I didn’t get a Hi when we broke up from them, and that said a lot.

“We are just finishing this project from class, it’s thoroughly annoying!” He laughed.

“Oh, well why don’t you finish and then, give me a call?” I asked.

“Nah, you can sit!” Sara laughed.

I ignored her. “No, really. I have a few people to meet, I’ll do that. Call me.” I pecked his lips and walked out.

I called my friends. I finally, had a few and met them, at the coffee shop.

“Tell Miles to agree with me on Dryden!” Riana screamed as Miles just teased her.

“You have to be open with literature!” He laughed.

“You guys are crazy! Get down from the table,” I laughed and ordered a coffee.

“How is boyfriend?” Miles asked, eyeing me.

“He’s okay…” I laughed. “Don’t look at me like that!”

“Like what?”

“Like that!” I laughed.

“You’re an idiot.”

“I know,” I sighed.

“He should have been the one who came begging at your feet for forgiveness for all he said and did! I can’t believe…”

“He’s my best friend.”

“That’s your excuse?”

“I love him.”

“Then, there is nothing else to say, is there?” He sighed.

It had been three weeks. I was fine for the last two. At least, I was in control. Now, I was all over the place. The wine wasn’t helping either. It was his birthday and, there was a party in his room and, I had never missed one. But, I was supposed to be Miss Invisible, so I was sitting in my room. I had made friends from my major. They were really cool. Kept me up float during the day, The nights slowly killed me, though. The skin that healed during the day was torn again, during the night. And here I was, sitting in his favorite dress but, in my room, with a glass of wine and trying to keep myself together.

The music kept getting louder. I could hear laughs in my corridor. I finished my bottle and started talking to someone online. I suddenly felt the need to fix it between us. The point was that we were at this stage, in this college because of each other. We have reached places, and they have been because of each other and, I can’t just disappear. He might hate me, but he couldn’t keep us on a pause and live life. That’s not how it worked. I fixed myself in the mirror. Trying to look decent to my drunk self and walked up.

I had built my courage before I walked to his door, which was wide open for people to walk in and out. I took a deep breath and walked in. It was so crowded. Some people hugged me. Long times was thrown around while I looked for him. I wish I hadn’t cause there he was sitting on the couch with a girl on his lap. Sara, it was Sara. She was kissing his chin as he giggled like he did with me and that’s when his eyes met mine.

How could I fix this? He had even found a replacement for me in his life. I was utterly defeated as I took a step back. I walked out of his floor, trying to stop my head from spinning.

“Honey? Wait! Honey!” I heard his voice down the stairs as I tried to fasten my speed and reach my door. I wanted to lock myself up and never come out. I felt his arms around me before I could open the door. He held me in place and, I wasn’t strong enough to struggle. He sighed, resting his against mine. “Oh god…I love you so much,” and then, he kissed me.

I didn’t want to stop this. I was weak enough to want anything, I could have from him. He kissed me against my door for the longest time. I knew we were both under the influence, and maybe, that’s why this was happening.

“Stop, I’m not Sara,” I tried to get away from his arms.

“No, no you’re not. You’re my baby, and I love you,” He took the keys from my hand and opened my door. He switched on the night lamp as he climbed on top of me “God, you’re so beautiful. And, always so sexy in this dress. It’s my favorite.”

“I know.”

“It’s my birthday,” He kissed down my neck, down to my chest and pulled down the zip.

“I know.”

“I’ve missed you so much,” He sighed against my breasts as he sucked on them. I let him. Was this some last hurrah, I really didn’t care. My heart wanted this, it had been too much.

I let him do whatever he wanted to, and he let me do whatever I wanted. I could never understand us. What we wanted from each other? What we were to each other? But, right now, meant everything.

He held me so close as we were made one. His lips so close to me, as he increased his speed, always knowing how to get me to reach my high. “I’m so close,” He mumbled, knowing I was, too. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he screamed against my neck, as he let go in me. I was covered in his bites, and he was covered in mine.

He held my face in his hands and kissed me, against the light from the lamp. Then, he switched it off, cuddling into me.

Waking up, next to him in the morning, felt incredibly normal and then, not. His head rested on my chest as it always did, but, it wasn’t always now. I shifted in my position, trying to get away from him. I didn’t know what was going to happen next and, I wasn’t sure if I was strong enough to take it.

He woke up from my movement, and I sat on the edge of my bed, wearing my own clothes. “Good morning,” He kissed my shoulder. “You’re up, already.”

“You remember last night?” I asked.

“You don’t?” He said, sitting up.

“I do, I don’t know what to make of it.”

“Let’s decide with breakfast?” He asked, trying to pull me back in his arms.

“Breakfast,” I nodded and got dressed.

My phone was ringing for the second time after I had cut his call. I usually, didn’t. Only when I was in class and, he knew I wasn’t. I picked it up. “Hey, where are you?” He asked I could sense the worry in his voice.

“Umm, near the lake. Why?” I asked. I was hanging out with my friend as he was with his.

“With your friends?” He asked, and I hummed a yes. “I’m sorry, I always keep thinking it is back to how it was, and,”

“It isn’t. It can’t be,” I sighed.

“You still love me, right?” He asked.

“Yes, you?”

“I love you with everything I have. I’m an idiot. I know, I am but, don’t let my stupidity and utter immaturity ruin us.” I could feel he was worried. I was not always spending time with him. I knew the difference now. I had a life of my own of which he was a big part but, I did not depend on him. This was my lesson.

“I won’t. I’m just out with people. I’ll be back soon,” I smiled.

“I’ll be waiting.”

 —

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#15 Missing Part 2 (Harry Styles)

Sorry, I was sick. 

“Hello!” I screamed as I hit the bell on the desk repeatedly. An old lady walked in and then, looked at him. She sighed and then, stepped inside sending her son. “Hey, someone called me? A girl, unconscious found in a room?” I asked frantically.

“Oh, you Harry?” The man asked.

“Yes! Yes! Where is she?” I screamed.

“Ah! Don’t scream young man, we sent her to the hospital! Here, the address,” I snatched it from his hands and left, thanking him. I was sweating; my heart was beating too fast. Finally, I found her after almost two weeks. Barging into the hospital, I gave her description. She was signed under her name, and a nurse guided me to her room.

I didn’t like what he saw there. She had wires running all over with drips attached to her hand, an oxygen mask on her face and a heart monitor. What was happening? I walked up to her and held her hands; they were so thin, and even she looked thinner. Things were bad enough; I hadn’t been paying attention to her, at all. Did she eat on time? I had no idea.

“Harry?” A man walked into the room, her doctor. I nodded and walked out with him, glancing back at his girlfriend before closing the door.

“What’s wrong with her?” My voice cracked up, and my body shivered.

“You are her?” He asked.

“Husband, I’m her husband…” I explained. I couldn’t say, boyfriend. They’d ask for her closest family, and she had one cousin who lived miles away from her.

“Well Sir, the news is not good,” The doctor sighed.

“What happened?” I asked, again.

What was happening around her? She didn’t know. Harry was still at that girls face, and she saw two silhouettes making out. That was it, then. Her heart broke, and she walked off into the night. She didn’t care where she was going; she just walked. All this time, she stopped herself from smoking, drinking because she didn’t want to disappoint her mom. Even if she wasn’t alive but, now she realized maybe, when a person dies, the story ends there. There are no souls turning into stars and watching over the loved ones because, if there were something like that, she would have been back home, having dinner with Harry. But, she wasn’t. She was in a club, dancing with some stranger. She broke all her rules.

“I want to try everything!” She screamed. And that was it. The next four days, she didn’t remember eating or being sober. She was always in this high. She met some new people, and they showed her around. She almost had sex with this guy but, the police came, and she ran away. She ran straight back to her hotel and fell.

“We tried to recover her but, we don’t know when she will regain consciousness. The overdose is at an extreme that we haven’t been able to extract it all out.” The doctor explained, and I couldn’t stop crying. What have I done? “If she wakes up in the next two days, we have a little hope but, there are strong chances of her slipping into Coma.”

I sat down on the ground inside her room and let out a howl. I wanted to harm myself, kill myself for causing her so much pain. Anything that would turn the time back! Where was he when she was harming herself? How could they both be so stupid?

He was at his friend’s house. A friend he knew who liked him. She was totally into him, and he didn’t know what he was expecting out of his stay here. He had a perfectly good girlfriend back home; he should have called her. But, when she placed a bottle of champagne in front of him in that little skirt which left nothing to the imagination, he kept his phone down. Nothing happened, she tried kissing him but, he pulled away before she touched him. He couldn’t cheat; that wasn’t him. But, there was this strong feeling in his heart that was he was doing right now, wasn’t less than cheating.

I stayed with her, praying the Lord to give me a second chance with her. There has to be a better reason for me to lose her. I don’t know what happened. I didn’t realize what I had. I couldn’t let her go. I loved her. I’ll spend my entire life making it up to her. She just had to wake up.

My friends dropped on the second day. Flowers, cards, wishes, she had to wake up to see them. My family showed up too, she should have been awake to see it for herself.

“What do the doctors say?” My mother asked.

“She’s not waking up, Ma…” I cried, hugging her waist. “I’m going to kill her Mumma, she is going to die because of me,” I howled.

She didn’t wake up. Harry sat beside her, kissing her every minute, making promises but, it didn’t work. The doctors declared Aria brain dead in a week and, everyone told Harry that it was better to let her go. That it was plain torture to her to keep her alive like this. She wasn’t alive. She wasn’t coming back. Harry was numb, he didn’t respond to anything, and he spent his days with her. He shifted her to their house and took care of her. Cuddled next to her, and talked. Like she used to talk to him, tell her stories, read and listen to music. He did all the things he loved to do with her but, even that couldn’t stop Harry from sinking deeper. After a while, his friends stopped calling him. He had traded her for them, look what he was left with now. The family was there but, his mother thought maybe if she left him alone for a while, he’d come through.

It was August when he finally, came to a conclusion. It was raining outside, and he knew how Aria loved rain. He opened the window wide enough, to let the wind bring the rain to her skin. He took out his clothes and slipped in beside her and took a few pills and switched off her life support. This was their perfect ending. 

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#25 Park Avenue (Harry Styles)

Hello! 

This is quite random. It’s a random imagine in my head. 

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“Ma’am, could I get you something?” The server asked me for the fourth time, this evening. His eyes held a look of pity as mine rimmed with tears. He was not coming after all. It had been 45 minutes of me sitting here in a beautiful dress bought specially for this occasion. I won the scholarship. I had worked my ass off. My masters were finally, settled and I wanted to celebrate it with the man I love who was clearly not showing up. The door opened countless times and, every time my heart jumped, how could he not come?

It’s been 50 minutes, now. Just tell me, if you aren’t coming.

This was my fifth message in the last half an hour, getting no response from him. I apologised to the waiter and, got out of the restaurant as my phone beeped.

I don’t think I’ll be able to make it. Enjoy.

My eyes remained glued to my screen. Enjoy? What was happening? I walked down the street with my thought revolving around the same topic. Was I not worth it? I should have known. He was never quite encouraging on me getting my scholarship. It was always, the chances are quite rare or do you feel you have all the qualifications? He was hardly positive. I had been 8 months with him and, I didn’t even realise that maybe, he didn’t really care.

Enjoy? Go fuck yourself.

I tried not breaking down into tears but, I couldn’t help it. I could’ve gone clubbing with my friends or for a movie, anything than spending an obscene amount on a stupid dress and, getting the entire house look romantic because I wanted it to be our night. I walked down the Park Avenue, blocks away from my house but, this place always had the prettiest houses. I dreamed of owning one of these. I sniffed and wiped my tears, wrapping my scarf around me.

“You know what! I don’t want anything to do with you either!” A man suddenly burst out of the house and screamed. “How fucking horrible can you be? Breakup on my fucking birthday! It’s my birthday, you asshole!” He was drunk as he now, shouted at a closed door. “This is a joke! This must be a joke! This doesn’t happen to me!” He screamed, again and fell down.

I rushed towards him and, helped him up, “Who are you?” He mumbled, annoyed.

“Are you okay?” I held his face to straighten his vision.

“My girlfriend of three years,” He indicated with his fingers, “broke up with me on my birthday.”

“Happy birthday,” I sighed.

He cried, and hugged me, “thank you.”

“Hey, it’s okay…” I combed through his hair. “Here, sit down.”

“Not on her fucking steps!” he screamed and walked off. “I’ll sit here,” He sat on the steps of the next house. I walked towards him, shaking my head. “She cheated on me! With my mate! Cheated! And, and…she couldn’t find a better day, other than my birthday to reveal it to me! My birthday is now a reminder of my ex-girlfriend!”

“It doesn’t have to be…” he looked at me like I did not understand his situation. “I mean, it’s still not over, your birthday. You could still go somewhere, party and enjoy yourself?”

“With whom?” He waited for a response while I looked around. “I’m new here. Don’t have any friends. Haven’t made any! Because I was fucking concentrating on my work to collect money and take my girlfriend out!” He screamed in her direction.

“EXCUSE ME SIR! This is a respectable community!” The man from the house whose steps we had chosen came out.

“I’m sorry! We are leaving!” I tried to calm him down. “Get up! Shouting here is no use.”

“I was drunk. Now, she has even taken that away from me. I am sober, now!” He wailed.

“Okay, walk now!” I pushed him, as the man still stood at his door expecting us to leave. We walked till the end of this street and, I looked at him. “So, I’ll be heading home. Are you okay?” I asked. He looked at me with puppy eyes.

“I don’t have anywhere to go. It’s my birthday!” He spoke, innocently.

“Umm, okay. So, I made a reservation at La Rousse for the rest of the evening. You can still go there on my name and celebrate? It’s for two and, well it is one of the most wanted places to eat in the city. You can go there?” I offered him. It didn’t work out for me, might as well work for somebody else.

“Alone?” He pouted.

“I don’t know you,” I explained.

“I don’t know anyone. I came here a month ago. This place sucks,” He wiped his tear. “Why aren’t you at your dinner?”

“Umm, it didn’t work out for me,” He gave me a look full of question. “My boyfriend didn’t turn up.”

“Today is the day for shitty partners to reveal themselves.”

“Yeah.”

“What were you celebrating?” He asked.

“Umm,” I rubbed my shoulders, “scholarship. I won a scholarship.”

“Congratulations. I’m sorry your dick head boyfriend didn’t turn up,” He sighed.

“I’m sorry, too.”

“Okay, so, I’ll go now.” He nodded and turned around. I watched him walk a few steps, shaking his head, and then, turned around. “Hey! You know what! You are right!”

“What?” I turned around.

“Why should we let our dick head partners ruin our day? It’s my birthday! You won a scholarship! These are big days!” He shouted. “I say we go to this place of reservation and celebrate!” He nodded, his head shaking continuously.

I thought about it. I had spent so much money, and collected so much, too. I wanted a good night! “Stop thinking, let’s go!” He pulled my hand and walked back into the lane.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“I don’t know the way.” He looked at me. “Lead on!”

“Why did we walk back in here, then?” I giggled.

“Oh, I thought…oh. We’ll turn from there!” He pointed at the end of the road. Crossing his ex-girlfriend’s house, he picked up a stone and broke her pot.

“That was really badass,” I commented.

“Thanks. It felt like it, too!” and, I laughed running away.

We entered the restaurant, again. Looking prim and proper and, I gave my name. We had the entire evening booked and no one came here without a reservation. My server met me, again with surprise in his eyes. He gave him a dirty look and I whispered that he wasn’t the same guy and the waiter nodded.

“This is a really fancy place!” He brightened up.

“It has amazing food, actually! Well so, I have heard!” I laughed.

We ordered a bottle of champagne and made a toast. “To having better birthdays than this one!”

“To having a successful year at your new college!” He chimed. “Also, break up with your boyfriend. Men love food and, he gave this up? Leave him!”

I laughed. “I think, I did! Gosh. My friends are going to be so happy!” I sighed. We ordered food, talking about our lives and what we did. He was the Director of Marketing in a famous company. Quite young for him but, he said he worked hard to get the position. It was good talking about the same things for the first time with somebody new, somebody unknown. I was a dinner with an absolute stranger and, I like talking to him.

We walked out, tipping the server generously with the cold night sky above us. “How old are you today?”

“I am 27, today!” He laughed, kicking a few pebbles.

“I am, only 21. If we were kids, you would have had absolutely no interest in me.” I said, a bit woozy in my head.

“If you wore that dress, I would have!” He saved himself.

“It would be wrong because, I’ll be like 14 when, you’ll be 20 and, that’s just wrong.”

“You make no sense, crazy woman,” He laughed. “I am following you everywhere and, I don’t even know where I am!” He laughed as we stopped in front of my house.

“This is my house!” I introduced him. “My parents are always travelling all around the world so, they bought me a house for college. They could have paid my tuition but, no.”

“You are inviting a stranger into your house,” He giggled.

“Are you a murderer who has been pretending all this while or a rapist who just saw a beautiful girl walking down the street and threw a scene?” I asked, pulling his shirt.

“You got it right! I am both!” He gave me his evil laugh.

“Damn it! I am doomed!” I cried, letting him in.

“This looks like a place you prepared to have sex!” was his first thought.

“I did plan to get some tonight…” I sighed, all my hopes and efforts crushed.

“Me too, it’s also my birthday!”

“Happy Birthday…hey! What is your name?” I asked him. I didn’t even realise that I didn’t know his name!

“How will I murder you if I tell you my name?” He asked, bringing his face down to mine.

“I’ll be dead, anyway?” I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah true, I am Harry Styles,” He kissed my lips.

“You’re supposed to shake my hand,” I kissed him back. “I’m Aviana.”

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#24 Get Over Yourself (Harry Styles One Shot)

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So, I am back! My exams are over and now, I’ll be updating regularly. 

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Thank you! 

-theStylesproject

I walked down the stairs in complete silence. Trying to be as quiet as I can be, I took my jacket off the stand and opened the door when “Oh! So, you’re the running away without saying good morning type.”

I heard his voice and hit my hand with my hand and closed the door. “Actually, you were showing no signs of waking up and, I didn’t want to be a bother,” I answered biting my lips.

“You’re no bother. I did sleep with you. Come on,” He walked off and I sighed and hung my jacket back on the stand. “What would you like for breakfast?” he asked.

“What can you make?” I looked around in the kitchen to find it spotless. It was a bachelor pad, after all.

“Pancakes? With eggs and bacon?” He inquired going through his fridge. I nodded and he started cooking. He declined all my offers to help him and forced me to sit on the stool by wrapping his arms around my waist and placing my bum there. “So, what do you do, Liliana?”

“Just Lily,” I blushed. Memories of last night with him moaning my name came back to me and, I looked away while his eyes stayed on me. “Umm, I am an architect.”

“Fancy, just Lily” He smirked.

“Umm, what do you – do?” I asked.

“I am an Investor.”

“What do you invest in, Mr Styles?” I flicked my eyelashes, once.

“Lots of things,” he grinned as he walked towards me and stood between my legs. My eyes met his and I felt his hands on my waist as he pulled me closer, our hips touching. “Would you like me to invest in something?” he whispered, in my ear and my eyes widened and I shook my head.

He smirked and let go, walking back to the pan while I tried to recover myself. “It smells good,” I praised after a while and he smiled, his eyes sparkling.

“So, how often do you do this?” he asked, making the eggs.

“You mean, have sex with strangers?” I asked, and he looked at me, tilting his head, “Actually, you were my first…” I looked away. “You?”

“Believe it or not, you are my first, too.”

What? But, look at him. Look at this place. “You’re kidding?” I raised my eyebrow.

“So, you’re judgemental?” He laughed.

“Hey, I’m just…okay, that was quite judgemental,” He nodded and starting with the bacon.

“Would you like some coffee or tea with it?”

“Coffee, please.” He got working on that too while I sat uselessly on my chair. “Umm, so, why the sudden need for a one night stand?”

He didn’t answer my question but, did set the table in seconds in front of me. “You’re very impressive.”

He laughed and sat down beside me. “Your coffee,” I took a sit because he waited and, then told him that, it was perfect. “Sudden need, it was not very sudden. I really don’t know, actually. I was in a relationship for a long time and it ended. I was lonely, and you were there.”

“Makes sense…was it a sad breakup or a happy breakup?” I asked.

He laughed out loud, “Is it ever happy?”

“I wouldn’t know,” I shrugged.

“I had to get the entire apartment refurbished because it was set according to her. So, it was sad and expensive,” He huffed. “What about you?”

“Well, I haven’t been in a relationship and, my friend had been talking about this thing…”

“One night stands?” He inquired.

“Yeah, for a long time and, I really like you. It was quite at the moment. You didn’t let me think which is surprising because I think a lot. Like a lot a lot,” I rambled.

“How long have you not been in a relationship?” He asked as we ate the godly breakfast in front of me.

“Umm, I haven’t really been in a – relationship. Like at all,” I mumbled.

“What?”

“Yep.” I looked away.

“You weren’t a virgin last night, right?” He asked, shock written all over his face.

“It was, actually…” I shrugged.

“There was no…”

“Yeah, I kind of broke my barrier. Was really desperate one night and yeah, you were the first real – dick, though,” I giggled at my joke.

“You should have told me. This is…” He shook his head.

“Hey, it’s no big deal. Really. I have worked it all out in my head. It’s okay. You were great!” I assured him with bacon in my mouth. He just looked at me with soft eyes and, took a bite of his own. “Don’t pity me. You were awesome.”

“Thank you. You were awesome, too.”

“Really?” I asked, turning towards him.

“I couldn’t tell you were a virgin so, yeah, you were really good!” He explained.

“So, I was good compared to a virgin, or was I actually good?” I asked, again.

“Eat your food,” he scolded. “You were actually good.”

“Yes!” I cheered and he giggled.

“How haven’t you been in a relationship?” He asked. “I can’t swallow it down! What – 23 years of your life?”

“24, actually.”

“And, you haven’t been with anybody?”

“Nope,” I smiled. “I used to be really fat. Like triple my size and boys my age, don’t really see beyond the body so, nope. And, I haven’t found anybody worthwhile to have my attention after I lost my weight. Maybe, it’s because I am choosy but, yeah what the hell!” I laughed.

“Wow.” He turned and finished his milk. “Tell me you have been on a date?”

“Hahahaha, no…” I smiled, sadly.

“Because you’re choosy?”

“Because nobody asked and, I didn’t like anybody so, I didn’t approach anyone, either.”

“And, I was the first guy you met, and I took your virginity in one night – dude!” He stood up.

“I have no idea why you’re freaking out. I am surprisingly calm and I don’t regret it. Please don’t tell me if you do, I rather not know.”

“I do not regret it. I just can’t understand,” he sighed, as I helped him remove our plates. “Leave it, the maid cleans it.”

“You should consider yourself lucky, really. You know what it means to be loved!” I smiled, walking out of the kitchen.

“And betrayed, and heartbroken, and cheated.” He followed me.

“I’m sorry you went through all that,” I kissed his cheek.

“It’s still very beautiful.” He held my hands.

“I’m sure it is,” I smiled. We stood there for a minute. “I should go. According to my friend, one night stands aren’t supposed to go on for this long in the morning.”

“Ideal is running away?” He smirked.

“That’s what I have been told, Sir.”

“What if I don’t want this to me a well, one-night stand?” he said, still holding my fingers.

“Can that workout? I have no clue.”

He laughed and pulled me towards him. “I think, it’s a choice we have.”

“I don’t want you to pity me,” I gulped.

“Is that why you don’t date? Because you assume that the person pities your situation?”

I looked away. It was there, in my mind, like always.

“Well, get over yourself,” And then, he kissed me. I hadn’t had this before. I did what felt appropriate, I kissed him back. For the first time, I wrapped my arms around a guy, just kissing him, outside his kitchen.

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   Stood in front of me was harry. Teary eyes, his stupid ripped skinny jeans and his red shirt that has always been one of my favourite ones. His face was flushed and red, his hands are all shaking.

“Just come here.” I told him and opened my arms for him, ready to absorb all the negative energy from him and replace it with positive ones. He looked desperate, desperate enough to run across the room and jump in my arms hugging me tight trying to block the world out. I fell back on the couch slightly from his weight on me and patted his back. Soothing him was the best answer right now, listening to him was a good one too but I took my time for him to speak first. I rocked us back and forth, his sobs are muffled from my hug. Harry was a sensitive guy just like myself, he would get easily affected by people’s comments, wither they are about him or not. He would get emotional easily. And I understand him, because I’m exactly like him, but the one thing that aren’t common between us is that I learn to forget easily, I may not forgive, I just forget. Harry was the opposite, he forgives but never forgets. Sometimes he tells me that he’s quite jealous of me and sometimes I tell him that I’m jealous of him. He is a good guy, but I’m not.

“shhhh, love, everything will be alright.” I tried to tell him and actually mean it, Harry’s life is quite easier, so things could get alright easily or eventually. Like I said, good people deserve happiness too.

He shook his head telling me that I was lying but I just shushed him more, closing my eyes and wrapping my arms around his neck. His face was pressed to the side of my neck and his eyes were wetting my skin, I didn’t care at all, I just kept rocking us back and forth.

“It’s like they want me to stay away from everyone around me, they want me grounded and isolated from people, even good people. I hate my choices, I hate this life.” He whispered after five minutes of sobbing, he calmed down a little bit, but his voice broke at the end of the sentence, which leaded to him for more tears.

“If you didn’t choose this life, you wouldn’t be able to save others, harry, look at me,” I pushed his face from my neck as he tiredly looked at my eyes. The distance was really close, his breath was washing my face. “You wouldn’t know what’s waiting for you, harry. You are a hero, to save people by what you do, you make them feel like they are someone important. You’re your own hero. You wouldn’t know who you really are, what you really love. Harry, sometimes, it’s hard to find yourself more than the path itself that leads you who you are. You’ve found yourself. Don’t make a turn or stop. Just keep going.” He nodded and then started crying again. I hoped he got touched by my words. The words that I truly meant for him. I took him for another hug. He gladly accepted.

I told him we should go to our room and stay and bed, since it’s more comfortable. He agreed and after twenty minutes, we were in bed. This time I was in his arms, he was playing with my hair while I traced the lines of his tattoos that marked his skin. He spoke first.

“They want me to break up with you.” I froze and listened to his words. “They say it would be better, for you, for me and for us. We’re going on another tour, this time is longer, no less than eight months.” He never stopped playing with my hair. “Personally, I wouldn’t want you to suffer again from distance relationship.”

“So you think it’s the best option?” I tried to say without making any emotions enter my voice. “For us, breaking up?” I said. I didn’t dare to look at his eyes. He stopped playing with my hair. “No, not for me, at least. For you, it would be better for you, to find someone better than me.”

“I’ll never find someone better than you, and you know that.”

“You could be happy…” he spoke, I sat up and looked at him.

“Are you doing that for me or for yourself?” I asked.

“I’m not doing anything, yet. Hopefully won’t, till we could find a solution. But if I am going to do it, it’s for you. I want you to be happy. And if you’re wondering. I don’t want us to end. I love you.” The three little words were hard to say back, I’ve never said it before. Why say it now. Would our relationship would be that dramatic to end up with I love you’s.

I replayed the words that I’ve earlier said to him. He found himself in his career. I’ve realized that I found myself in our relationship, he made me feel like myself. I’ve always found myself when I’m with him.

I looked into his eyes and imagined myself not looking at them again for the rest of my life, not waking up for his cuddles again. I felt a pang of pain through my chest. I looked at him again and I wanted the best for him and I surprised him with hugging him. I tightly hugged him wrapping my arms around his neck, he hesitated at putting his arms, but decided to put it on my waist. I hugged him like I never wanted to hug anyone anymore. I hugged him like he was the last person I’ll ever hug.

“I want the best for you, if you want to continue to do what you love, it’s your path. Remember to get rid of the rocks in your path.” I tried to laugh at the end of the sentence but it wasn’t humours at all. He stiffened but hugged me tighter. I was a rock in his path, he needed to get rid of me, or for me to walk away.

He let go of me, sadly I stepped aside letting go too and it felt like the end of the world. I let go like I was giving up on my soul, myself. I felt like giving up of the good memories and secret smiled. The passion between us was lost and being thrown away in a deep dark hole. I let go of him and turned my head and face away from him, for not wanting to look into his eyes and try to believe that he didn’t exist in the first place, but also trying to hide the tears that was spilling out of my eyes uncontrollably. I felt his weight pushed out of the bed and out of the room. And once the door behind him closed. I cried. I cried so hard that I was sure if h was in the same house would hear me, but I figured that he already left, nobody came for my tears. I cried like I’ve lost myself.

I fell asleep with tears sticking on my face. Hoping I would drain the sadness in sleepiness.

“Y/n, y/n? Wake up, love. Hey, y/n, wake up, my love.” I opened my eyes slowly seeing the green eyes I always loved to wake up to, this is impossible, this must be a dream trying to escape realty.

“hey, y/n. you’re awake.”

I hoped it wasn’t a dream, but I sat up anyway staring at his face. He smiled. “this is must be a dream, you’re supposed to be with niall or l-.” he smiled. “it’s not a dream, I’m still wearing my clothes. See?”

I looked at him frowning with squinted eyes and pinched my arms, it hurt. My eye widned. He laughed at my action and took me into a bear hug making me fall on the mattress.

“but, how? What?”

“I’m taking a break, I talked to the lads yesterday, they all agreed, saying we should take a break for some time, you know to stop for just a few time, we all agreed. We’re taking a break!” then he tickled me. I laughed as soon as his fingers touched my sides. He was smiling the whole time. “For how long?” I asked. He smiled. “A year.”

“But what about -.”

“y/n,” he interrupted and looked at me in the eyes with full of seriousness. “You’re my path of my life, you helped me to walk in the right path. You’re everything that I love. I would give it all to stay with you.” He kissed me deep with passion, we both smiled through the kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you.” I said and he looked me in the eyes and smiled. It was the first time in two years I said it.

“remember when I told you that it’ hard to find yourself than the path that leads to find yourself?”

He hummed nodding and kissed me, I smiled again. “When I’m with you, I feel like I’ve finally found myself.” I kissed him this time. And fell in our little heavenly moment, not caring about tomorrow. Just us.

A relationship with Harry Styles

Requested - Can u do a harry styles imagine where he’s like really jealous of your two guy bestfriends and he tells them to leave u alone and stuff and you get mad at him and stuff but u forgive him in the end ? Hope you like it :) (I’m going to name them Dan and Phil…)

For months your boyfriend had been away. You knew he hadn’t been away by choice, he’d been touring with his band but still he had left you. Not only had he left you but you had to keep your relationship a secret which made it really difficult for you. He’d got back last night and you’d briefly seen him however you’d had to leave quickly before people got suspicious. Tonight you were at a friend’s party and you’d gone with your two best friends who happened to be men. Harry, your boyfriend, was also going to this party but you knew you couldn’t be seen with him. It hurt you every time you had to be in the same place as him but pretend that you didn’t know him.

Tonight was no exception. As soon as you saw him in the crowd your heart skipped a beat. He was stood on the other side of the room talking to a couple of girls surrounded by photographers.

“You okay?” Your best friend Dan asked you.

“Yeah fine, sorry I just got distracted.” You say as you turn back around to face them.

“You don’t have to stay with us two you know.” Your other friend Phil said.

“I want to! Now come on, lets get me a drink.”

You regretted your decision to get a drink as soon as you realised that the bar was next to where Harry was stood. He saw you walk over and walked up to the bar and stood next to you.

“Who are you with?” He whispered, trying not to draw attention to the fact that he was talking to you.

“Friends.” You snapped as you took your drink and walked back over to your friends.

“You do realise you were just stood next to Harry Styles?” Dan asked you, his mouth almost hanging open.

“I didn’t notice.” You shrugged before taking a huge gulp of your drink.

“But you love One Direction!” Phil argues as he looks over your shoulder towards the bar.

“I’m moving on from that phase.” You whispered as you wondered whether you also meant that you were moving on from Harry.

“Can we dance?” You ask and pull them over to the dance floor.

You enjoyed dancing with Dan and Phil for a while until a girl walked up to you and tapped you on the shoulder, you recognised her, she was One Direction’s make up artist.

“Nice to see you again, we should catch up soon. Harry wants to see you, he’s in his room.” She whispered in your ear, trying to ensure that nobody heard anything she said.

“Tell him he can sulk on his own.” You replied. She smiled at you as she knew how you felt about hiding your relationship.

“I’ll pass the message on. I’ll text you soon.”

“Who was that?” Phil asked once she had walked away.

“She was asking me about my dress.” You lie before heading back over to the bar to get another drink. When you turned back around you saw Dan and Phil stood to the side of the dance floor talking to Harry. You grabbed your drink and almost ran towards them.

“Hi!” You almost shout as you walk up to them.

“Hi (Y/N), I was just talking to your friends.” Harry said as he turned around to smile at you.

“What are you doing talking to me?” You asked knowing that he had only come over because he was jealous.

“Can’t I talk to my friend?” He asks you, smiling innocently back at you.

“No, we’re going. Bye.” You say as you grab Dan and Phil’s arms and try to pull them away from her, they both looked really confused.

“Wait, I just want to give a friendly warning to this two. Stay away from (Y/N).” Harry said before smiling and walking away leaving the three of you stood there in shock.

“Why did Harry Styles just warn us to stay away from you?” Dan asked looking at you in confusion.

“Because he’s an idiot. Look I need to go and talk to him, I’ll call you both tomorrow.”

You left Dan and Phil stood staring after you with hundreds of questions to ask.

Thankfully you knew which room Harry was staying in, you almost ran up there and let yourself in with the spare keycard that he had given you yesterday. He looked up in surprise as you stormed through the door, he was sat on the bed looking at his phone.

“How dare you!” You shouted as you threw your bag down.

“I don’t like other men around my girl.” He said and shrugged his shoulders.

“Oh don’t even try and argue that. I’m not your girl, I’m the girl you occasionally like to sleep with whenever you’re home.”

“No (Y/N). I love you, you know I love you. We’ve been together for three years.”

“Yeah, three years. Three years of secrets, three years of you constantly leaving me behind whilst you tour around the world with thousands of girls throwing themselves at you.”

“I’m sorry but it’s my job.”

“I don’t care if it’s your job, it’s ruining my life. I wanted to enjoy a night out with my friends at my friend’s party but yet again you’ve found a way to ruin it.” You shout with tears running down your face.

“I’m sorry!” Harry shouted back as tears roll down his own face.

“This isn’t working out Harry.” You whisper before you pick up your bag and turn around to leave.

You shut the door behind you and began to walk down the hallway with tears running down your face.

“(Y/N)!” Harry shouted from the doorway of his room. You took a deep breath and turned around to face him.

“What?”

“Please don’t go. I love you so much. Things can change. I’ll do anything for you.” He whispers as he wipes the tears from his cheeks.

You made your way back into the hotel room before anyone heard you.

“I love you too Harry but this relationship is ruining me.” You admitted. Harry wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m sorry, I really want you to be happy. If breaking up will make you happy then that’s what we’ll do but please just think about giving us another go.” He begs you.

“Things need to change Harry.” You say as you pull away from his embrace and sit down on the side of his bed.

“We’re telling everyone about us.” Harry announces as he sits down next to you.

“Is that what you want?” You ask.

“Yes. I’ve always wanted people to know. I want everyone to know that you’re mine. Tonight I was so jealous seeing you with two men and I couldn’t even let them know that you’re mine.”

“I’ll always be yours Harry.”

“Stay with me tonight?” He asked you.

You agreed to stay with him and changed into one of his T-shirts to sleep in. Once you’d changed you climbed into the bed beside Harry, he wrapped his arms around you.

“I’ve text my agent to arrange a photo shot for us to announce our relationship.” He tells you.

“Okay. I’m nervous.” You say as you rest your head against his cheek.

“So am I but I know that you’re the one I want to spend my life with.” Harry said before he lent down to kiss you.

“I love you so much.” You whispered before falling asleep in Harry’s arms. 

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#1 - Finally Home

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It was one of those days where Harry would come back and no matter what, he’ll spend every moment with you.

“I missed you.” You mumbled, resting your head on his chest.
Both of you were in your bedroom, you in your bra and underwear and him in his boxers, laying on top of his bare chest as he tangled his fingers in your hair, soothing them out.


“Me too, babe. Me too.” he sighed, his hands travelling down to your bare arms. You could feel his fingertips almost brushing against you, causing goose bumps to rise. You missed his touch, the way his hands worked on your body. His every touch made you weak at your knees. Even the thought of him inside you made wet at your core. You close your eyes, imagining every possible thing Harry could be doing to you right now. “What are you thinking?” He asked, interrupting your thoughts.
“N-nothing” You stutter, lifting your head up and faced him. He chuckled, his lips tugging onto one side, showing his dimple.
“You know, you’re not a very good liar.” He spoke, tangling his legs with yours. He was right; you never were a good liar. “Now tell me, what were you thinking?” He repeated, gently caressing your cheek with his finger.
“You” You confessed, looking directly into his emerald eyes, drowning yourself upon him.
“What about me, Y/N?” He teased, knowing exactly what you meant. You somehow managed to release yourself from him and sat up, straddling him. You let your hand wonder over his chest, examining every little detail of his toned abs.
“You. Just you.” You whisper. Without any hesitation, he flipped you over onto your back, staring at you hungrily
“Me, eh? What exactly do you want me for?” He bought his face closer to yours; he slowly slid his hands over your neck, down to your collarbone. His other hand travelled down and cupped your crotch through your underwear and you inhaled sharply at the warmth of his touch. “Is this what you want?” He smirked from above you. His hand brushed from the hem of your underwear, sliding his hand down to your core, sliding a finger in you. “Oh god, you’re wet” He mumbled, moving his head to the side, leaving light kissed on your neck.
“Please..” You expressed as your breathing became shallow.
“Please what?” He questioned, nibbling on your ear lobe.
You ignored him, focusing on maintaining even breathing while he watched worked on you, his finger now sliding farther into you. You could feel it twisting inside you, making you tense from the pleasure. His other hand sought your breast, kneading it harshly through my bra.
“What was that, Y/N? A moan I hear?” he breathed. You shook your head fiercely. “Really?” He slid another finger inside you, causing you to gasp. Your back arched in pleasure and your eyes rolled back. His fingers slid in and out of you rapidly as your breathing became heavier.
You suddenly felt empty, his arms encircled you, and lifting your back enough to release the clasp of your bra, and setting you back down. His removed his arms again and then slowly began lifting your bra from its position. The feel of the fabric teasing against your nipples was enough to make your head roll back, your body curling against the sensation. The air in the room felt cool against your now-exposed breasts, and you felt more vulnerable than ever. Harry pushed your bra back towards your wrists, removing them from your arms.
His hands sought your breasts again, kneading the soft flesh until you felt a moan rising in your chest. You fought it, instead gasping for breath as you had done before. Harry lowered his head again, his teeth nicking your neck, trailing slowly downward. Your breathing increased as you fought the pleasure originating from his warm tongue and the small kisses of his soft, curly hair over your bare skin. He paused at the curve of your breast again, and then his tongue continued downward. He sucked at the nipple and your hands clenching onto his shoulders for support.
“Oh  …” You finally let out a moan, wanting more from harry, not just his hand working on you. You handed travelled down to his boxers, rubbing his manhood as he work on your breasts.
“Oh fuck, if I knew I was getting this lucky tonight, I would have come back earlier” He breathed heavily, almost resting his weight on yours. His mouth left your neck and found you lips, kissing you deeply. You ran your fingers through his hair, gripping them rightly to keep him onto you.
“Please  … Please, j-just fuck me, Harry. Please.” You mumble.
His warm tongue explores every inch of your mouth. He slowly left his lips from yours and once again, trailing gentle kisses from your jaw, down to your neck nipping in search of your sweet spot. You moan softly as he finds it and he smiles against it sucking softly surly leaving a mark. He worked his way down to your stomach, leaving sloppy kissed until he reached your dampened underwear. He looked up at you, and smirked before gently removing the lace material from your skin, and throwing it on the laminate flooring, still keeping eye contact with you. He lifted his index, bringing it over to your wet core, collecting your wetness all in one before lifting the finger and trapping it in-between his lips, getting a taste of you. You licked your lips in anticipation, waiting for him to carry on.
Instead of proceeding, he lifted himself from the bed taking one last look at your naked body, smirking, before turning back around to walk out of the door. Leaving you confused.
-
“Babe ..?” You heard a familiar voice call out, you opened your eyes, revealing the ceiling of your bedroom you and Harry both shared. You looked forward, staring up at Harry as he leaned over you, raising his leg over to straddle your waist. He leaned forward to peck your lips as he fiddled with something behind his back. He before you could reach out to his hands behind his back; he took a firm grip of your wrists and held them against the wooden frame, tying them with a cold metal-like chain. Your head shot up, to see what exactly they were.
“Harry?” You breathed, taking you gaze off the handcuffs and looked and him again, only to see him with a cheeky smirk smears on his face. “Really? Handcuffs?” You questioned, narrowing your eyebrows. You stared at him, now helplessly, looking at how amused he looked
“Thought I’d try something new” He smiled, trailing his hand through your hair and down your cheek. “I thought we could use something exciting and different,” he said slowly, whilst caressing your cheek.
“You cheeky bastard” You smiled, trying to restrain yourself from the cuffs but that wasn’t going to work. He leaned forward, his mouth almost touching your ear, his hair tickling brushing against your skin
“Now that you’re in my control, I can do whatever I want, however I want” He whispered seductively as his hand trailed down to your waist, cupping perfectly around your naked figure.
“oh, fuck” You squirmed, feeling his bulge press against your core, you close your eyes and arched you back as he trailed kissed from your neck to your stomach, where is hand were wrapped around.
“This is where we left off, didn’t we?” You opened your eye and nodded, not being able to speak. His fingers drummed against your skin and down to your heated core. He stared at your core, wetting his lips in anticipation.
“Ju-just do it, H-Harry” You breathed, struggling against the cuffs.
“As you wish” He winked, dipping his head down until you could see the top of his head. His cool breath against your core, sent shivers down your spine, making you arch you back. His fingers played on your fold, running them smoothly up and down. You breathing became heavier as you tried containing all tour excitement. He slowly slid two fingers inside you, slipping in and out. You pulled against the handcuffs but they held fast.  This was too much. Harry was winning. You steeled yourself, and then wrapped your legs around his torso, making his long fingers slide deeper into you, almost reaching out to your g-spot.
“Not a chance, sweetheart” He growled, slowly pulling his fingered out of you as they glistened with your excitement. His hands reached out to his tight boxers as he slid them off, revealing his pulsing erection. His boxers dropped down to his ankles and he slipped them off, chucking them on the floor.
He leaned back, taking his erection into his hand and lifting your hips with his other. You lifted your head to watch, panting heavily in between moans. He kept his gaze locked on you as he slowly pressed forward. You gasped as he slid inside you, stiffening your body with his girth. He stopped halfway and you twisted madly again.
“Please. All the way. I can’t, I can’t…” You trailed off, losing your breath. Harry watched you for another long moment. Then he slid the rest of the way in, the tip of his erection slamming into your g-spot. “Oh fuck, Harry!”
You head rolled back again, hands scrabbling uselessly against the wooden frame, fighting off the waves of pleasure. You couldn’t hold for very long. Harry’s pounding was incessant, ravaging you from the inside out. You screamed as your orgasm washed over you in successive waves, each in sync with the harsh thrusts from Harry’s thick erection, and eventually pounded out of you.
You opened your eyes to see Harry above you, watching you with hungry eyes. His thrusts quickened, making you moan again as he continued to fuck you, Surprising you with every thrust. He finally opened his mouth to gasp as he came, pulling out and splashing his pleasure onto your abdomen and breasts. His mouth was ajar, recovering from the release. His hair brushing against your face as sweat dripped for the ends.
“Shit, Harry! T-that was fu-fucking amazing” You breathed heavily as Harry rolled on to the side, lying beside you.
“Yeah….” He chuckled, finally getting of the bed and walked over to the drawer and took a few tissues out and wiped his ejaculated penis and walked over to the bed and wipe it off your abdomen and cheat before throwing it in the bin bedside your king bed. “but I’m not finished with you.“ he winked, straddling your chest, his penis dangling in front of your flushed, sweaty face. “Go on, suck it.” You smiled, and opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around his pulsing erection.
He fucked hard, the tip of his erection pushing against the back of your throat, forcing your head harder and harder into the pillow. The only thing in your vision was the V of Harry’s abdomen, muscles clenched as he fucked in and out of your mouth. You gasped at each intake, fighting for breath against the combined effect of his erection in your throat.
You couldn’t breathe. He was choking you, his erection swelling to fill your airway. You moaned around his cock and he responded with increasingly savage thrusts. When you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, he rumbled above you. You braced yourself, as thick, hot cum poured into your mouth. You held your breath while he fucked you more with slow, deliberate shoves, until you felt his body shudder with defeat. He slowly pulled out of you and you swallowed quickly, gasping for air. Harry collapsed beside you with one hand closed around my breast, pulling your sticky body close to his sweating one.
“Y-you’re amazing Y/N” He breathed, gasping for air. “I love you so much. God, how the fuck did I get so lucky?” He questioned no one in particular. You just nodded, not being able to get words out of your mouth as you rested your head onto his chest, pulling the sheets over your heated, sweaty, naked bodies.

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?”

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#34 The Portrayal (Harry Styles)

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I have a story in my head. It’s about him and I. I hear my voice repeat every line again and again like a clock with its needles going around the same numbers over and over again, like my story with him. I see us start a little trippy, we stumble along the way, tightening our hold on each other we grow into each other. But, it’s still a story.

- The Planning -

“Stories don’t come true, Eden!” Harry repeated for the fifth time, this evening. “I feel like I am going in circles with you.” I nodded, not wanting to annoy my head any longer and stepped down from the stage. “We are looking for something realistic. Something which can actually happen! This dream of yours sounds impossible. People don’t just accept each other for who they are! Especially you main lead, she has to change if we can make it sound a little believable.

“But, I don’t want to give her a makeover. Why should she? Why can’t I-, I mean, she be happy with herself?” I asked.

“Because the guy won’t give two looks in her direction! It’s reality Eden, it’s what happens, and you have to accept it. I am not making a fairytale. We want hardcore reality!” The word reality was giving me a headache. It was ‘unrealistic’ for a girl to find a guy if she was herself. She had to change, be more acceptable. Acceptable in her appearance, in her personality, I needed a coffee.

“One Iced latte, please, medium,” I  gave my order and took a seat, my head going between my palms.

“I have no idea why you are still pursuing this story,” Harry took a seat in front of me, his hand coming through his black hair. He had a little stubble on so, he was either trying to portray he didn’t care or was just lazy. My coffee arrived, and I took a sip of it.

“I believe in it,” I told him plainly. “I believe someone will like as I am without asking me to change. I want my character to portray that,” I told him and he just laughed.

“Like you as you? No one gets that, Eden. Even, I don’t!” He laughed.

“Like you’re some god, aren’t you?” I rolled my eyes.

“Compared to you? Yeah. At least I carry myself well,” He smirked.

“What are you trying to say? Haven’t you insulted me enough?” I got up, and he pulled my hand, making me sit down again.

“Eden, it is one thing to believe in yourself, and it is another thing just to be delusional. You are delusional. You believe someone will like you for you and that’s just fine but, I doubt you like yourself. You’re just lazy,” I got up from my seat and just spilt my coffee on him.

“You have no right to say all that to me,” I told him. But, he just took a napkin and wiped his face.

“Look at what you did, I can’t help it if you don’t like the truth! Even your main character, that guy doesn’t exist! You can’t quote fictional characters, ‘look at Bridget Jones’ to validate your story! I know what guys like and want and right now, it’s not you!” He followed me as I walked out of the shop.

“How dare you, Styles! You have no right to comment on my life while yours is in the same state!” I shouted. “Didn’t your girlfriend for a week come and break up with you in front of the entire team!”

“Three weeks!” He said, “Okay, I know, I am obnoxious at times but, you have to agree that our bodies are like our advertisements. You won’t come and even see the product if it’s not attractive. And, there are rules to the attraction which your laziness lets you think is not important but, it is!”

“Why are you following me? I don’t have another story. I really want to go ahead with this, this time!” I told him as we stood in the middle of the road. Even in his coffee covered self, he looked handsome.

“Okay, let’s make a deal,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Let’s give it three, wait, four months, that’s enough time for even you to make a guy with the credentials like your story fall in love with you. You are clearly that character, changing her name to Emily doesn’t change that fact. Divide it into two months each. You try your way and then, I make you try my way. And, if you succeed, you win, and we do that story. But, if we don’t, you write a new story like the amazing writer I know you are on how I tell you to make it, deal?”

“What?” I frowned.

“ARE YOU GUYS CRAZY! GET OFF THE FUCKING ROAD!” A car and stopped right before us and, Harry pulled me to the sidewalk.

“C’mon! I know you aren’t that slow! Pick a guy! C’mon” He said, trying to urge me.

“Where will I find a guy from?” I asked him.

“What about Niall? The guy in my finance class, you like him?” He looked into my eyes.

“I-I…”

“I know you do! You were ogling over him the other day and my darling, he didn’t even notice you. You get two months to make him fall for you. Like yourself, no changing your lazy ass who doesn’t even comb her hair in the morning, to make him fall in love and then  if you don’t win, I get two months, and he will fall, I guarantee,” He raised his eyebrows. “Shake on it, c’mon!” He said.

“Fine!” I took his hand. “I will prove you wrong! And, by the way, I don’t comb my hair because they are curly and will get extremely frizzy if I do!”  I shouted.

“Yeah, yeah! What’s the reason of your ketchup-stained T-shirt? Adds to the masterpiece that smiley is?” He said looking at my smiley faced t-shirt which did have a stain on it. “At least, separate your laziness and your I love myself attitude, I will see you on the battlefield. It starts tomorrow, by the way!” He said, walking off and I wanted to throttle him.

- The Initiation -

I woke up next morning with a text from Harry.

Wake up your lazyass self. The challenge starts today!

I hate him. I have no idea how people liked him, but everyone did. He was nothing, but mean to me all the time and people went gaga over his kindness and niceness. Girls went crazy just to talk to him and, almost everyone I knew had a crush on him. He was horrible, though I think I was the only one who saw through him.

I took a bath and got ready to go to college. Niall was in my Media and  Law class and, I should at least start talking to him to come close to winning this challenge. Niall was, he was amazing actually. A singer, an amazing guitarist and extremely lively in the circle. Everyone like him loved him, and he was always extremely sweet and single at the moment, so good for me.

I walked into class and, took a seat beside him for the first time.

“Hey,” He smiled, and I nodded. He went on to chat on his phone and, I thought of a topic to talk to him about, but nothing hit my head.

“Hey mate!” I closed my eyes, cursing as Harry walked in.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” Niall asked, giving him a hug.

“Was free, thought I’d attend this class. Hello, Eden!” He smiled, but I could see Satan behind it.

I smiled back and took out my books.

He won’t get impressed with a loser hiding in her books.

He texted, and I sent back one with a curse word.

I thought this was about doing it my way.

He smiled at me cheekily and showed his hands in surrender.

It had been a month since then, and I had made zero progress. I felt Harry’s smirk increased day by day and, I couldn’t do anything to change it.

“Hello Eden,” He caught me running this morning.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“So rude! No wonder you are nowhere near wooing Niall,” He laughed.

“What’s your point?” I asked, increasing my speed and he easily caught up. Good at everything this fucker.

“One month left. Why don’t you give up? I can start mine and at least get you somewhere. Walking him to his next class won’t get you a date!”

I stopped in my tracks, “You-”

“Harry!” A girl screamed and ran up to us. She leapt into his arms and kissed his neck and cringed. “I didn’t know you ran every morning!” I looked at her, running in her sports bra and an almost underwear shorts while I was in an oversized T-shirt and leggings. I shook my head and started running again. My clothes shouldn’t define me. I wouldn’t give up on this.

It was fifteen days later when I gave up. I was going to ask Niall to the bar for a concert, but he cut me before that, “Eden, I just wanted to make things clear…”

“What?” I smiled.

“I mean, don’t get offended, but I hope you aren’t looking for a relationship with me?” He said, awkwardly.

“Wh-what?”

“I mean, I don’t see you that way or would rather. We are just really different and these walks to the class or coffee shops, I don’t want to give you the wrong impression,” He said, and then, checked out a girl walking across us.

“You are not…” I said, giving up. What was the point now?  I controlled my tears and, “ I didn’t even know, I was giving you this…I should go,” I said walking off. He called me once, but I didn’t look back, running to the studio.

I slammed my script on the table where Harry was soothing a girl and looking at her hands, “he can’t read your palm, he is lying!” I told her. She made a face and hit him on his arms and walked away.

“That was my evening date! Eden!” Harry shouted.

“You win! I’ll write your script!” I told him and involuntarily felt my tears flow down my cheeks.

“Hey…hey, what happened?” Harry’s voice softened, and he almost whispered cupping my cheeks.

I shook my head in his palms, and he wiped a tear, “Nothing, you win, I’ll write the story the way you want it to be.”

“Don’t cry, Eden. Tell me what happened,” he said, wiping another tear.

“He said, that he and I can’t happen. That he didn’t want to give me the wrong impression and then, checked out the girl walking by,” I hiccupped. “So, you win. I get it. No one can like me for me. Just send me the idea, and I’ll write it.” I pulled away.

“Hey, hey…I didn’t mean that no one can like you for you. Of course, they can, you’re absolutely amazing,” He said, pulling my arm and making me stand in front of him. “I just meant, that the outer you needs maintenance. That you don’t love yourself because you aren’t taking care of yourself. Your personality has nothing to do with it and that, jackass is blind.”

“I don’t know what to do,” I cried.

“I promise, he’ll be on his knees begging you for a walk to the class which he just declined. Will you let me show you? How amazing you can be? How amazing your personality can be showcased with how you portray yourself? It’s just about the portrayal.” He asked, meeting my eyes. “C’mon, I still have my two months,” He smirked, and I nodded.

PART 2

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#7 Hello Part 2 (Harry Styles)

This is NOT CONNECTED to the first part. I’m sorry if I mis-led you :( 

But, it’s on the same pattern. 

So, if you liked Hello, then you will like this one, too :) hopefully.

“You’re a liar.”

“I am not! Just because, you don’t understand something, doesn’t mean I’m lying,” I told him.

“So, I’m an idiot, now?”

“What? Why does everything I say-”

“No, that’s what you meant. I didn’t understand, is it just you who understands?”

“Why are you saying all this? Why do you take everything I say so negatively? In my defence, you didn’t listen to me to understand what I meant, and you’re doing the same, now!” I tried framing my words correctly but, it never worked out.

“You know what? I get it! Just because I didn’t go to a university like you-” There was only disgust in his voice.

“What? What has me getting into a Uni got to do with this?”

“I know what you think!” He screamed.

“What do I think? Why are you doing this?” I cried.

“You know what, it’s over! Like, I can’t do this anymore. I am not stupid, you know!” He said, his hatred evident. When did it get to this?

“Did you just break up with me? What are you saying? Where is this conversation leading to? You just broke up with me.”

“This is leading to the end. You can think whatever you-”

“Stop putting your insecurities on me! You keep thinking all this because of your fucking insecurity and then, project it on me! I don’t mean anything! I don’t think anything! I love you! And, you just broke up with me, mmy gd-od, yo-you just br-oke up,” I cut the call. It was all I could do at that moment. There was so much I wanted to tell him. How there was nothing going on between Phil and I. He was like my brother and a picture of him, and I hugging didn’t mean anything. It didn’t matter if he was far away from me. I loved him with all I had. I didn’t know when it got to this.

The number you’re trying to reach is unavailable. Please leave a message or try again, later.

She isn’t picking up my phone. Did I go too far? I didn’t mean to break up with her. I didn’t mean to-SHIT! I’m an idiot! She doesn’t have to make me one.

The number you’re trying to reach is unavailable. Please leave a message or try again, later.

“It’s me! Just call me as soon as you get this? Are you getting this? Look, I’m sorry. I’m so lost, just call me.”

This was the seventh voice message. She didn’t pick up my call or the house phone. I had messed up so bad.

The number you’re trying to reach is unavailable. Please leave a message or try again, later.

I didn’t even know how it reached to me breaking up with her. It was at the moment. She had to know I didn’t mean it. But, I never broke up with her, either. What was I doing?

“Were you able to reach her?” I asked Niall.

“She doesn’t want to talk to you, man,” He said.

“She picked up your call? I have been trying to reach her forever!”

“Look, she doesn’t want to talk to you. She said, and I quote, ‘I wish him all the happiness in the world. Apparently, I’m not one of them’. You messed up, man. You know how seriously she takes her words.” He had a patronising tone to his voice which I wanted to knock off.

The number you’re trying to reach is unavailable. Please leave a message or try again, later.

No answer. Again.

“He doesn’t stop calling me.”

“Why don’t you pick up?” She said, with a cigarette held between her fingers. Sometimes, I thought she just did it for the look.

“He broke up with me.”

“Apparently not! He is calling you, again and again. Must mean something,” She said, taking another drag.

“But, how could he, then? It was so easy for him. Just an ‘it’s over’. Over what? A hug? Phil’s my best friend. And he’s gay. He knew this!”

“Look, how does it matter? He did it in the moment. He regrets it. Pick up the phone. I mean, you’re too prissy. He is hot, and he has the money. What more do you need?”

I never knew why I talked to her. Her solutions were always fucked up. I couldn’t live with money and his hotness. I needed more. I walked out of the bar, into the sunlight and preferred walking my way back to the apartment. It was always this. I went to a University to study because my dream was not to become a pop star like him. He didn’t because he achieved his dream. Why does he think that I look down on him then? What did I do to make him feel this way?

Was it because I talked about my course? He talked about his job. Was it because I showed him my achievement? He always shared his. I realised it wasn’t my fault.

The number you’re trying to reach is unavailable. Please leave a message or try again, later.

I’m going to engrave these words in my body. I had lost count of how many times I had heard this voice, and I forgot that this number ever led me to her. So, I was sitting outside her apartment. I had her favourite things, all her favourite things. Lunch from her favourite restaurant, dessert from her favourite bakery, her favourite flowers, candles, books, stationary box with all her surprises, an apology letter from my side and myself, I would’ve wrapped myself if I could.

The number you’re trying to reach is unavailable. Please leave a message or try again, later.

I waited for her to get back home. It had been an hour already. I wanted to her to forgive me. She was right. It was my insecurity. I didn’t realise that, we were following our own dreams. That mine didn’t need a degree while hers did so, why was I judging myself on what the society thinks?

I loved her, and that was all that mattered. I was stupid to think she looked down on me. I couldn’t point to one instant where she did. It was always me thinking like that, it was me being insecure about myself. I tried calling her again,

“Hello?” I heard her voice.

“You picked up!” I sighed.

“Why are you calling me, Harry? Wasn’t what you said enough?” I could hear her voice crack.

“Baby, where are you? I am so sorry. Where are you?”

“I don’t want to come home,” she cried.

“What? Why?”

“Because you’re sitting on the steps,” I stood up and looked around to see if she was close. There she stood, about a hundred meter away from where I was.

“Would you run away if I walk towards you?” I asked her.

“I don’t want you to break up with me, again.”

I walked towards her, and she took her steps towards me. Watching her, I couldn’t help myself but, run dropping my phone and meeting her halfway. I wrapped my arms around her and picked her up.

“Hi,” She looked down at me, with tears in her eyes but, a smile on her lips.

“Hello.”

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Receiving Hate - Harry Styles

Hii, this one was requested (anonymously). Thank you guys for requesting and don’t stop! Well, hope this is what you were expecting. Love you all.  -Zoxx

You heard Harry walk through the front door of your small apartment while calling your name out.

“I’m in my bedroom!” You called out, laying on your bed not wanting to get up.

“Babe?” He walked in slowly while looking down at his phone? “Are you okay, y/n?”

“Yeah, why do ask?” You asked him curiously while propping yourself up on your elbows. 

“I saw what you re-tweeted,” He looked at me worriedly, “are you sure you’re okay?”

You laughed softly and nodded, “Yeah I-”

“Why are you laughing? She called you a using…” he bit down on his lip looking around before whispering, “an using whore.” 

You got up on your knees and leaned closer to him and whispered back, “Why are you whispering?”

“This isn’t a jokingly matter, babe. You have to be a little bit pissed.”

Of course you were. It kind of sucked being called something you weren’t, but you signed up for it. Everyone knew this was going to happen when you and Harry became official so you didn’t get why he’s getting all upset over it. So, instead of arguing with him you just leaned back in bed and went on your phone. 

“See! It does bother you,” Harry pushed. 

“So what if it does, Harry?! It’s just a stupid girl that doesn’t like me. Not everyone is going to love me like you!” You gasped for air then went back to yelling at him, “We all knew this was going to happen? Why does it even matter?!”

“Because i don’t want you to get emotionally or physically hurt!”

You sighed softly before getting up and walking over to him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and rest your head on his chest.

“I’m a strong girl, Harry. I can handle stupid hate.”

“I know, baby.” He replied softly as he kissed the top of your head. 


A/N: Hii! Thank you for reading and thank you very much for requesting this too! I hope you enjoyed it and don’t forget to keep on requesting! Much love     -Zoxx

Wise Man - Part 1

Usually in high school you have your one typical love story where the jock falls in love with the geek, and they live happily-ever-after. I guess you could say my love story is different; I usually never regret anything it, but I do regret my ending. It’s not like you could go back in the past -at least I don’t think you can-. 

My love story was how I fell deeply in love with Harry Styles. He was well known, but not popular. He was mysterious, but not a bad boy. Just the one that got good grades, went to parties, went on a lot of adventures, but never with friends. 

Maybe he didn’t like people, he sure didn’t show much emotion, but when he did. It was beautiful, you were able to feel his soul, feel his pain. My mistake? I took it all for granted. I didn’t realize that I truly was in love until I left. I’m positive I can say the same for Harry too. 

So, when did my story start? September 25. 

-September 25, 2015 – Portland, Oregon – 11:53 p.m.-

“Do you want to get out of here?!”

“What?!” He asked cupping his hand around his ear, “The music’s too loud!”

I giggled softly then grabbed his hand and dragged Harry behind me.

Woah, too far. Go back a bit. 

-September 25, 2015 – Portland, Oregon – 1:02 p.m.-

“Y/n, it’s fourth period and you still haven’t asked anyone to the party,” Char whined to me as I put my books away. 

“Char, it’s another stupid senior party.I’ll just end up getting a date there.”

“You can’t! The rules are you are only allowed in if you have a date!” Char exclaimed as her skinny little arms flared in the air. 

I smiled sweetly and looked at her, “Then we just solved my problem, I’m not going.”

Char gasped loudly, but soon she was smiling wide while looking at something behind me. I turned around quickly to find Harry Styles at my locker, causing my to jump slightly. 

“Harry, hi.”

“Hi, loves. Sorry to interrupt, but Y/n, could I use your Comp notes to copy?” He asked so smoothly, I swore I hear Char squeak. 

“Uhh, yeah, here,” I carried on as I grabbed my notes from my book back and handed them over. I looked over to Char who was nodding viciously. I smiled widely at Harry while looking probably too happy. 

“So, Harry…”

“Yes?” He asked while skimming through the notes. 

“So, there’s this party Friday and I was just-”

“Yeah, we can go together. I’ll pick you up at nine,” he looked up quickly while smiling, “thanks for the notes, again.” 

“Welcome!” I said loudly as I watched him walk away. 

“Holy shit. He smiled,” Char said.

“I know, it was beautiful.”

-September 25, 2015 – Portland, Oregon – 11:53 p.m.-

“Do you want to get out of here?!”

“What?!” He asked cupping his hand around his ear, “The music’s too loud!”

I giggled softly then grabbed his hand and dragged Harry behind me. Harry quietly followed behind me before stopping while keeping a hold onto my hand.

“What is it?” 

“Oh, I asked if you wanted to go somewhere else?”

Harry smirked softly as his head shifted a bit, “Like on an adventure?”

“Exactly! Parties are so boring, I want fun! I want to feel a rush!” I screamed while laughing. 

Harry nodded while chuckling softly. “C’mon. I know plenty.” 


A/n: HI GUYD! AHHHH It’s finally out! Yay! yay! yay! I love you all! Thank you all for everything you guys have done and always being with me. I hope you all enjoy it! Part two will be out soon! Much love

-Zoxx