if you hate harry you have no soul

This or That? || Harry Potter Edition ||

1: Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley?
2: The Three Broomsticks or The Leaky Cauldron?
3: Fred or George?
4: Chocolate frogs or Every Flavored Beans?
5: The Chamber Of Secrets or The Room Of Requirement?
6: Voldemort or Umbridge?
7: The Burrow or Malfoy Manor?
8: Dementors or Giants?
9: Trevor or Crookshanks?
10: The Hogwarts express or Arthur’s Ford Anglia?
11: Hufflepuff’s cup or Ravenclaw’s Diadem?
12: Gryffindor or Slytherin?
13: Seeker or Chaser?
14: Amortentia or The Elixir Of Life?
15: Molly’s cooking or school feasts?
16: Death Eaters or The Order of The Phoenix?
17: Bring Sirius back to life or Bring Dobby back to life?
18: Kill Hagrid or Kill Mcgonagall?
19: Be part of the Weasleys or Be part of the Potters?
20: Charms or DADA?
21: Get bitten by a werewolf or Become a horcrux?
22: Free the elves or Free the goblins?
23: Have a date with Draco or Have a date with Cedric?
24: Bestow a curse on your best friend or a hex on your family?
25: Zonko’s or Honeyduke’s?
26: Illvermorny or Hogwarts?
27: Muggles or Squibs?
28: Hermione Granger or Luna Lovegood?
29: Ten feet of parchment on a subject that you enjoy, or five feet of parchment on a subject that you hate/never listen to.
30: Own the Elder Wand or Own the Invisibility Cloak?
31: Wizard’s Chess or Exploding Snap?
32: Marauders or Albus and Scorpius?
33: Golden Snitches or Buldgers?
34: Nifflers or Demiguises?
35: Bellatrix or Narcissa?
36: O.W.Ls or N.E.W.Ts?
37: Have Lockheart or Snape as a teacher?
38: The Great Lake or The Forbidden Forest?
39: Get your soul sucked out (like Barty Crouch Jr.) or reveal all of your secrets to everyone under the effects of vertiserum?
40: Punch Harry or Kick Ron?
41: Live forever or Resurrect all deceased loved ones?
42: Discover your ACTUAL House or your patronus?
43: Sneaking into the kitchen or sneaking into other dorms?
44: The dungeons or The towers?
45: Merpeople or Centaurs?
46: Drarry or Scalbus?
47: Head Boy/Girl or Prefect?
48: MACUSA or The Ministry of Magic?
49: Fleur and Bill’s wedding or Remus and Tonks’s wedding?
50: “Always” or “Yer a wizard, Harry,”


  • Draco: You look like you could use a cocktail.
  • Hermione: You're too late. [Draco laughs] Wow.
  • Draco: What?
  • Hermione: That's the first true laugh I've gotten from you in a while.
  • Draco: Listen, Granger-
  • Hermione: No, me first. Ron's waiting for me to give him an answer.
  • Draco: I heard.
  • Hermione: But you wanna know what's stopping me? I can't answer his question while I'm waiting for you to answer mine. The one I asked you forever ago. What are we, Draco?
  • Draco: Hermione...
  • Hermione: Last fall you said we couldn't be together, and I believed you. But every time I try to move on, you're right there. Acting like-
  • Draco: Acting like what?
  • Hermione: Like... maybe you want just want me to be as unhappy as you are.
  • Draco: I would never wish that on anyone. I want you to be happy.
  • Hermione: Then look down deep, into the soul I know you pretend you don't have. Tell me if what you feel for me is real or if it's just a game. If it's real, we'll figure it out, all of us. But if it's not, then please Draco, just let me go... [Wipes away a tear]
  • Draco: [Looks at Hermione and considers this as Harry walks in the door and overhears] It's just a game. I hate to lose. You're free to go.
  • Hermione: [Teary-eyed] Thank you... [Leaves]
  • Harry: [Goes up to Draco] Malfoy why did you just do that?
  • Draco: Because I love her, and I can't make her happy...

anonymous asked:

Can someone write me some Hades smut?😥

Sure thing lovely;)

Quick and short cause I have some other things to work on for y’all. Maybe hades!harry, maybe not. winkwink.


It’s cold. You have no idea why the underworld would be cold, all set aflame, but it is, yet it also makes sense because it’s under everything, gets no sun, and it’s also winter. The moment you walk into the realm of shadows, it turns to winter over your head, out there in the world. That was the deal.

Hades, Harry, is by the Styx, talking to the souls, a frown upon his face, he hates when the souls wail and beg, for prayers don’t appease to him. Harry himself is rarely seen outside his domain, and to those on earth his intentions and personality are a mystery, but you, his Persephone, his Kore, his love, you know he is nothing but hospitable to the souls. You know he doesn’t enjoy much whenever he has to torture them, or scream at them. To you he isn’t a mystery to be solved, but a god to be loved.

You wait for him in your room, sitting comfortably in the middle of the large bed, covered in silky red sheets and velvety golden cushions. He’s taking so long today, you think to yourself. Rowing down the styx and probably having to contain his anger at the annoying wails of desperate souls, as he does when you’re around. He tries not to scream, or not to bother you with the yells of agony the souls let out, for as long as you’re around. He already has you for 3 short months, he’s not about to let anyone or anything take that away from him.

You run yourself a hot bath, not being able to stand how cold it was today in the underworld. The gold tub is cold to the touch but you take a moment to breathe in and out and let the warm water calm you as you close your eyes and rest your head back.

The water feels warmer and warmer and you open your eyes startled at the quick change in temperature, only to find Harry standing there in only a robe, a smirk on his face showing his dimples, as his hand in the water heats it up.
“ Cold, love?” You bite your lip and nod. Harry is quick to drop a kiss on your lips before disrobing himself shamelessly and getting in the tub with you. “C’mere, I’ll keep yeh warm” he says lowly and you scoot yourself closer to him, laying between his open arms, your chest to his, straddling him. 
“Missed you today” you mumble to him kissing his strong jaw. He moans. It’s the sweetest sound you know.
“Mmm… Been busy today pet… But I missed yeh as well”

Soon you become a mess of groping hands and tangled limbs under the water, as your lips crash against each other sloppily, tongue fighting with tongue, and you start pulling at his hair. You feel his warm hand lay on your thigh, almost burning but not quite. He never burns you, just a bit, just how you like it, just enough to make you tingle. Just how he knows it gets to you. You hiss.
“ I… I want…”
“ Tell me… What do you want?”
“ I want you, my king” The words leave your lips easily. You can feel him against you under the water and the desire builds up with each passing second of his burning touch on your now hot skin.
“ Yeh want me?” he teases, acting surprised, laying kisses on your neck and shoulder blade and back to your lips. Licking, biting, sucking. You grab a hold of his arms, feeling like you might fall backwards from just the feeling of him so close and warm, and the feeling of him rubbing against your pelvis. You nod once more. Yes, you want him.
“ Please. Please make me feel good, Harry, my king… Please” you sigh the last word against his lips as you move your hips slowly against his growing member. You’re begging and he twitches under the water.
“ Yeh know you’re the only soul I want to hear begging, don’t yeh?” he smirks as you bite at his earlobe, and wraps his arms around your torso, easily picking you up, carrying you out of the water and walking towards your bed.

He removes the silk cover-up while he still holds you up, only to let you fall on the soft material of the bed. He hovers above you, warm as ever, and immediately kisses you. Hard. Passionately. With lust.
“ Harry…” the moan of his name escapes your lips, between kisses. His mouth is hot against your neck and soon you feel him at your entrance.
Your king will make you feel so good, y/n” He says as he thrusts deep and hard inside you, making you let out a high pitched yelp, followed by a string of moans as you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

His hips move in a delicious rhythm, that has you seeing stars. You don’t feel cold anymore with his hot body on top of yours and the way he holds your leg in a position that makes him reach the deepest part of you. His eyes squint in pleasure and he grunts at the way you squeeze tight around him, so warm and ready for him. His hands roam your body, gripping at your sides and leaving red handprints from the hotness of his touch. The closest he is to his orgasm, the less he can control his flames. He’s careful to never burn you, but his hands are warmer and warmer with each thrust of his hips, and each moan that escapes your parted lips in a panting voice.
“ Harry… More, p-please.” Your mouth hangs open in an ‘O’ shape, as Harry pulls out of you for just a moment, adjusting himself underneathe you, and moving your legs to slam into you rough, harder. You scream when you feel him fill you up to the brim.
“ That’s it, y/n. Scream.” He says. 

It’s a feat he loves, how no one could really hear you scream his name from the underworld, or so he thought. That feature filling him with pride when Zeus once came around, asking if you were ok. “I’m fine, why?” you asked, only for Zeus to say he thought he heard screaming, not necessarily from the souls, leaving Hades to smirk while he heard the interaction. He’d done that. Made you scream so much, his brother could hear it sitting at his throne, up there at Mount Olympus. And Hades promised himself to make his Persephone scream just as loud ever since.

Harry could feel his climax, right there, right at the brim of explosion, as he flipped you around so that he was back to being on top. Your back arched off the mattress, as you could feel yours as well. It was so close. You were so close. Harry’s hands become hotter and hotter, now leaving slight burns wherever he touched, marking you once more. You hissed at the feeling, and screamed when his hot hand played with your clit. It was an overwhelming sensation, the burn and the pleasure mixing together perfectly.
“ Yeh like that? Gonna cum for me, pet?”
“Harry! Harry! Oh, I’m going… AAAHHH!” you couldn’t help but scream and moan and wail as tears filled your eyes when you felt your orgasm take you over. Coming in waves of unbelievable pleasure and scratching at Harry’s back.

He rode out your orgasm feeling himself become hotter, the flames on his head rising, as he settled to his knees, rocking into you with all his might, the bed shaking in rhythm with his hips. “I’m… Oh, I’m there, y/n”, but he didn’t have to say much. With one last slam he let himself go. His orgasm taking over him and you feeling him come in thick hot spurts inside you, and leaving a burn across your stomach. Pulling out of you and looking intently at the glistening strings of his cum and yours dripping out of you, Harry sighs and pants, tries to catch his breath.
“ Such a nice… King” you breathe in and out, still short of air. “ Thank you for fucking me like that”
“ Should fuck yeh again for that dirty mouth” He caresses your burns and peppers kisses on your face.
“ Should I beg?” you say before feeling his member twitch against your thigh.
“Yeh know you’re the only soul I want to hear beg” He whispers and flips you over so you’re on top of him, his shaft still glistening and ready for you once more. The stamina gods can pack is amazing.


anonymous asked:

Do you know any goof fanfics where hinny get together earlier

Harry loves Ginny and Ginny loves Harry by epeefencer takes you through different scenarios where Harry and Ginny could have gotten together earlier than canon. 

A full length fic where they get together in GoF is Brennus’ Thorny Rose Series

If you’re into soul bond stories (say yes, soul bond hate breaks my heart) If you can help her by witowsmp has them starting a relationship after Chamber of Secrets. 

You can also try my favorite soul bond fic- Furious angels by worldmaker which i find completely hilarious!

The famous Harry Potter and Fate’s Debt by Intromit also fits the bill quite nicely.

A TFLN when Harry is away filming?😚💗


Harry Y/N

Hey, love.

Hi, baby! You’re already finished for today?


… Is everything alright?


Just tired.

Get a bit of sleep, okay?

Don’t want you to be all grumpy, lovely.




You love me, right?


Of course I do.

Where’s that coming from?

It’s just…

No one likes me here.

Oh, sweetheart.

I bet you only think that. I’m sure it’s not true at all. You’re such a sweet person, nobody could ever not like you.

No, I’m serious.

When I arrived on set they all rolled their eyes and didn’t greet me at all.

Yesterday I asked someone if he wanted to go out for a drink with me and he laughed right to my face.

They never talk to me. I’m always sitting somewhere alone.

They hate me because I’m Harry Styles and think I only got the role because I’m a international rockstar.


If those people don’t realize what a amazing person and sweet soul you are then they are clearly stupid. I understand that they might have been a bit irritated when they found out you got the role but they shouldn’t care who you are or what you do. You got the role because you auditioned for it like everyone else and you were amazing. Nolan wouldn’t have given you the role if he didn’t see any talent or potential in you. You worked hard for it, probably harder than anyone else on set, and you did it.

This was your dream for so long, darling. Don’t let some stupid people who stereotype you, ruin that experience.

And I love you. Always. No matter what.

And I know that they will love you too once they realize how great you are.xx


I love you.

So, so, so much.

You always know exactly what to say, thank you.

It’s just really making me feel sad because I was so looking forward to it and they all seem to not wanting to work with me.

They’re idiots, okay?

Don’t care about them and just do your thing.

They are going to realize what a great actor you are and then they’re going to regret treating you like that.

I miss you so much.

I wish you would be here with me right now. I’m craving your hugs.

I miss you too, sweetheart. Very, very much.

And believe me, if I would be there with you right now I would hug the living hell out of you.xxx

Goodness, I want that.

I’m going to take a nap now.

I’m really tired from filming.

Alright, baby.

We’re going to talk later, yeah?

I love you.

I love you too.

Royalty- chapter 2

The exhausted, panting blonde underneath him laughed once again as he continued his trail of lips across her neck. Fingers brushed along the mess on her flat stomach while he began sucking a dark mark into the fair skin of her throat.

“Prince Harry,” she purred, voice hoarse due to how loudly she had screamed for the past hour, “who would have guessed that a royal such as yourself would be such an animal in bed?” That had him smirking as he pulled back, connecting their mouths again.

“If I am an animal,” he murmured, continuing his kisses down her chest, “then you must be the huntress that has tamed me.” That had the girl giggling. It quickly turned into a moan when he wrapped his lips around her nipple once again.

Harry had already forgotten her name. It was something boring, something he had heard a million times. Isabella. Elizabeth. Ethel. He didn’t care to remember.

Another thirty minutes of them calming down from their highs passed before he was easing the girl out of his chambers. She giggled once again as she gave him a kiss goodbye, making him promise they would meet up again soon. Harry gave her his word, though he knew this would be their first and last time.

He watched her disappear down the hall as he ran a hand through his hair.

Eleanora could hear the moans and grunts of Harry and whatever mistress he had in his bed. And she hated to admit it but it crushed her heart.

Why couldn’t she be blessed with a faithful, loving husband? Why did she have to have a despicable, whore to be wed to? Her tears started again as the guard outside her room, Liam, came in to check on her.

He had brought her a cup of tea with a smile on his face but it dropped immediately as he saw a disheveled blonde walking down the hallway. He knew Eleanora must have heard it. Prince Harry was never one to be quiet about his beddings.

He walked into the room only for his face to drop further to see her with tears streaming down her face. He felt awful for the princess, he truly did.

“Your majesty, here is your tea.” He says handing her the cup. She took it and placed it down next to her.

“Am I really that unattractive and boring?” She sniffled and looked up at Liam.

Liam was shocked of course. How could she think that?! “Not at all princess, you are the most beautiful maiden in this castle. Please don’t let the prince hurt your pride this much.”

Sleep was always a fleeting thing to Harry. Not even a few rounds with a lovely maiden could exhaust him enough to the point of nodding off. The only thing that seemed to help was alcohol, and the peasant pubs were quite familiar with him because of it.

A glass of scotch in hand, Harry began his usual late night wandering of the castle. His steps were aimless in the beginning until he heard the quiet murmuring of voices down the hallway. Eleanora’s room was on this floor. For some reason, he followed the sounds until he stood outside of her door.

“– are the most beautiful maiden in this castle. Please don’t let the prince hurt your pride this much.”

“Mr. Payne,” Harry said, breaking the moment. He was leaning in the doorway, shirtless, as he swirled the scotch around in his glass. Something ugly and possessive swirled inside of him. “I do believe I assigned you to guard this room, not talk to the inhabitants of it.” His eyes snapped up to glare at the man. Liam apologized to the princess, and then Harry as he left.

A moment of silence stretched out before the prince spoke again, “I came to check on your foot. It is difficult to get blood out of cloth and I was hoping you hadn’t bled out. It would be quite the hassle for our maid staff to clean.”

Eleanora didn’t have the strength to glare at him. Instead she relied on her wit.
“I wouldn’t worry about my blood, I’d worry about your filthy sheets. How awful it must be for them to clean that filthy room every day.” She scoffed in disgust.

“I can’t believe your guards are more polite than you. I understand you do not care about me, so if that is true, would you please leave me alone?” She asked quietly.

“I understand that you don’t care about me and you don’t like me. I don’t want to be here, at all. Just as much as you don’t want me here. But I would appreciate it if you please, please just left me alone.” She said quietly, one tear streaming down her cheek, but she dried it quickly. She didn’t want to look horrid in front of him.

“I happen to be very clean. Not a drop spilled. I suppose you’ll know that soon enough.” Harry chuckled, sipping more of his drink. “I suppose we should begin planning that wedding of ours, hm?” The sooner they got this over with, the sooner he could claim the throne. Maybe he would lock her up in some tower afterwards.

Though, he would miss her bickering. No other woman of the castle stood up to him in that way aside from Betsy. It was no fun arguing with her because she didn’t look good as she did it. Her face always turned scarlet. It was unsightly.

“Mmm,” Harry hummed, pushing himself off of the entrance frame. His steps were slow and calculating as he made his way closer to Eleanora. “You are still crying? I thought I told you to stop such a thing.” He placed his glass on her bedside table before sitting down beside her in bed.

Rough fingers threaded through her hair before he pulled harsh enough to have her facing him. More tears spilled down her cheeks, causing him to sigh. “My, my. I am going to get so much criticism. What sort of man like myself marries a girl so weak hearted?” Despise his rough grasp, Harry’s touch was gentle as he thumbed the wetness off of her blotchy cheeks.

She truly believed Harry would never ever be kind to her. She was stuck in this life. And he seemed to like when she fought back, which she didn’t understand. So she wasn’t going to give him what he wanted.

She winced as his rough hands touched her. She had though he was going to hit her, but he was wiping her tears condescendingly. Why would he do that?

A shaky breath was taken as she looked at him tired and upset. “You’re a miserable man. You’re always going to be miserable. I feel so terribly for you, Harry. So truly awful that you will never find someone to love you when you keep this up.” She said quietly. “I’ve known you one day and you’ve managed to hurt me more than anyone ever has.”

She looked up at him with tired eyes, tears drying up. “I thought maybe I could have loved you. I know you aren’t capable of love but I was going to try. But I can’t.” She swallowed heavily before whispering.

“I hate you.”

Those three words had him smiling.

They hurt. Of course they did. Not a soul enjoyed being despised. Harry might have been mean, yes, but the didn’t mean he was a masochist. He felt pain just as any other person did. However, he still stared down at her with that tilt to his lips. It was better to hide his pain than show weakness.

“That means you are joining the two thirds of the castle who feels the very same way towards me, now including my mother. Congratulations on becoming one of the majority.” Harry brushed the strands of wet hair that clung to her face. It was more of a distraction for himself rather than a privilege for her.

“Be that as it may, you are still destined to marry me. No amount of harsh feelings can change that fact. I say that we stop this bickering and this nonsense and come to terms with that fact. You allow me to do what I please and I shall give you the same luxury.”

Harry released her hair before standing up.

“Drink the rest of this to help you sleep. I do not want to be kept up all night with the sounds of your crying.” He placed the rest of his scotch in her hands before taking her face in between both of his.

The kiss he pressed to her forehead was surprisingly gentle. Perhaps that would sate her for the time being. “Sleep now, princess. We have a big day ahead of us.”

Eleanora was beyond confused as Harry left her bedroom. Her forehead was burning from the gentle kiss and she couldn’t decide if she hated it, or wanted more of it.

His words were confusing and he switched directions a lot. was he happy she hated him? Or did he want her to like him? He was a confusing soul, nonetheless.

She downed the scotch, throat burning like her eyes. She hated it here, in this horrid place. Perhaps it might not have been as awful if everyone was like Anne, Betsy and Liam. They were kind souls, ones she enjoyed being around.

But she would be stuck with Harry, the worst of them and the one destined to become her husband.

But all she could think of was that gentle kiss as she sifted off to sleep.


The next morning she was escorted down the stairs with Betsy and Liam. Her chambermaids helped her get dressed in one of her favorite dresses. It was lilac, like her favorite flower and scent.

She was led into the dining room and took a seat next to Harry, and stayed silent as she took small bites of her meal.

Harry was rather exhausted the next morning – meaning his temper was even worse than it was on a normal day. Dark bags circled his eyes, his curls were a mess and his expression was sour. The nightmares kept him up all night and not even the scotch could quiet them.

Eleanora was completely ignored when she sat next to him. Harry pushed his food around on his plate, afraid to take a bite since his stomach was rolling. He had drank too much last night.

Anne walked into the dining area, pausing to give Eleanora a kiss on the forehead. He wasn’t given a single glance. Harry watched, anger boiling in his blood.

“Good morning, dove,” Anne whispered to the younger girl. “Did you sleep well? I saw Betsy and Liam bringing you down to breakfast. I’m glad they have taken a liking to you.”

“I did thank you. I was quite exhausted.” She said quietly as she set down her fork and took a sip of water.

She already adored Queen Anne. She was kind and sweet, and seemed as if she truly cared about her well being.

“Betsy and Liam are more than lovely! Wonderful people, I can tell why you keep them around. Liam reminds me of my friend back home, so it’s comforting.” She said smiling slightly.

She could feel the bad vibes radiating off of Harry and didn’t dare look his way.

Harry’s head snapped over after Eleanora spoke. Her friend back home? She couldn’t mean the stable boy she felt in love with. Surely that wasn’t who Liam reminded her of.

Ugly jealousy burned in his chest. She belonged to /him/, not a lowly guard. Liam wasn’t destined to marry her. Liam didn’t even have the right to be interacting with the princess!

Harry flung eggs across the table, his scowl deepening further. He didn’t want to hear the two of them talk.

While Anne and Eleanora continued to talk, they could feel Harry’s anger rising and chose to ignore it. That was, until, Harry threw eggs across the table and they landed all over Liam.

Eleanora gasped and got up to hand him a napkin, looking concerned. The eggs were hot, and she was afraid that they burned him.

“I’m fine, your highness. Don’t worry.”
He said though he had a spot on his chin where she could tell was burned.

“Was that necessary?” She turned to ask Harry in a soft voice. Her plan for now was to be calm and collected with him, not giving him the fight he wants

“They slipped off of my fork.” His voice was empty and dull, though his murderous eyes stayed locked on Liam – who stared at Eleanora with what appeared to be admiration in his eyes.

It made Harry want to stand up and dump his hot porridge all over him next.

“Liam, would you do me a favor?” He sat up properly, ignoring the throbbing pain in his head. “Last night while I was walking the castle’s front yard, I could have sworn I saw a raccoon disappear into some shrubbery.”

They hadn’t even begun breakfast but he wanted Liam out of his sight.

“You know I despise pests like that. I want you to go out into there now and see if you can detect a nest. If you do… get rid of it. It is vital that you search early in the morning before the commotion of the servants scares the animal off.”

Liam was confused but nodded. “I will make sure it’s fine, your highness.” He nodded and smiled at Eleanora, walking out to look at the gardens.

Eleanora sighed and took her seat next to Harry’s. “Are you alright then? If your hand was so shaky?” She looked at him with raised eyebrows.

She was calling him out of his bullshit, but calmly. So if he snapped, he would look like the asshole and not her.

“The hot eggs slipped down my fork and burned my hand,” Harry explained just as calmly. That was a lie, of course, but Eleanora didn’t need to know that.

“Are you going to coddle me the same way? I’d love to receive the treatment Liam just got.” There was no mistaking the bitter jealousy in his voice. “You’re treating a lowly knight better than you treat your husband-to-be. You wound me with such actions, Ella. My heart is shattered.”

She hadn’t heard him react to a burn, nor had he said he was hurt so she was almost sure he was lying. But just to calm him, she played along.

“Well, if you had said it had burnt you, i would have taken care of you as well.” She rolled her eyes and took his hand in hers. She inspected it, finding no burn marks but giving the skin near where the fork is held and kissing it gently.

“There. All better.” She said before returning to eat her toast.

The press of her lips had Harry smirking. Like last yesterday, he felt that delightful burn traveling from where she had kissed all the way to his shoulder.

It was ignored, though, in favor of him returning to his breakfast. Just in case Liam returned before Harry thought he would, the prince made a big show of scooting his chair closer to Elenora’s.

The brought forth confused glances from his mother and the princess but he ate his porridge instead of acknowledging them.

She was a bit confused as to why he insisted on being so close to her, when yesterday he despised her presence.

She shook it off though and continued eating. The royal messenger came into the room and handed Prince Harry a letter, and bowed before walking around the table and back to his post.

Eleanora looked at Harry confused as he opened the letter and began to read it.

“Out loud, darling. I want to know.” Anne said as she looked at him.

The sight of the royal messenger was always one that frightened him. Not because the man was scary, but because the contents that he held were.

Paper wasn’t the cause of his fear; the words written on them were. He hadn’t finished his schooling when he was younger, and that showed when he attempted to read.

Anne was always encouraging him to read out loud so that he could improve. Today, however, he kept silent.

“I can do it on my own,” he snapped before looking down at the letter. It looked like a mess of nonsense to him. Harry cleared his throat, squirmed in his seat, and then handed the letter over to his mother.

Eleanora noticed the look of fear on his face and was very confused as to why, until he handed the letter to his mum. He must not be good with reading.

That was a shock in itself, because princes usually needed to be able to read and write, and be educated. So why wasn’t Harry.

She saw him keep his eyes down as Anne read the letter, his cheeks burning red and his lip bitten down on. She didn’t like seeing him embarrassed, and she felt awful that he felt so embarrassed about it.

She nudged him quietly and whispered to him. “Would you… Would you like me to help you with reading?”

Harry listened as Anne read aloud. The letter was congratulating him on his upcoming crowning, as well as his engagement. It was from one of the neighboring countries that they were on better terms with. Harry wished to write them back but knew it would be useless.

Eleanora’s voice had him jumping. His head turned to look at the girl. “I know how to read,” he snapped, voice harsher than usual. “I’m… I’m not /stupid/. I know… know how…”

Anne put the letter down, staring at Harry’s bowed head and Eleanora’s look of concern. “Would you like me to write them back?”

Harry closed his eyes, drowning in his embarrassment. Of course his mother had to expose his lie like that. “Yes… please,” he whispered.

She felt bad for him. It must be awful to not know how to read or write well, especially when you’re going to be king.

“So we can start today, if you’d like. In the library.” She said quietly to him, not to embarrass him in front of the staff. “I don’t have much else to do.”

Her hand went to touch his, ignoring his sharp words from before. “I know you’re not stupid. I was just offering to help.”

Anne had left the table to work on the letter, and the rest of the staff followed, having realized that Harry was in a rather sour mood this morning. That left him alone with Eleanora.

His bowed head never rose, gaze focused on the stone floor beneath him. It was embarrassing for her to see him like this. An all powerful king who didn’t know how to read? It was women who were supposed to have less knowledge. He felt humiliated that even Eleanora knew how when he did not.

“I’m not a very good student,” he whispered. It was best to tell her that now.

“That’s right. Learning is difficult sometimes.” She said softy before getting up and motioning him to follow her to the library.

Liam had shown her around before so she had an idea where it was. The library was massive, with a large stone fireplace and thousands of books.

she motioned for him to sit at a table and took the letter and sat next to him. “So what words on here can you read?”

Harry didn’t want to do this, especially not in front of her. A king was supposed to be bold and proud, not weak and unintelligent like he felt at the moment.

At first he refused to read at all. The paper was stared at until the inked words blurred into nothing. He could feel the waves of patience and understanding rolling off of Eleanora and it irritated him further. Couldn’t she argue with him or something? This soft kindness was making him feel weird.

Finally, after a few minutes of silence, Harry spoke: “I don’t know any of it.”

Oh. Well this is going to be harder than she thought. Getting up, she went to the shelves and found some paper and pens. Sitting down next to him, she handed him a piece of paper and a pen.

“So we’re going to start with the basics. I’m not trying to insult your intelligence at all, so please don’t yell at me. But this is how everyone learns.” She said cautiously.

“We’re going to write the alphabet. So this is how you do ‘a’… ”
She showed him the upper and lowercase letters.

“Does that make sense?”

Harry watched as she dipped a pen in the inkwell and began writing. The letter looked somewhat familar, meaning he had probably gone over it with his mother before… before the incident…

His eyes stayed glued on her delicated, expert fingers as the next letter was written. Eleanora explained that it was a 'b’.

The two of them got all the way to 'f’ before she was handing it over for him to try. Harry glared at the extended pen. He very nearly knocked it out of her hand and demanded that they do something else.

However, for some reason, he found himself taking it. A separate piece of paper was grabbed, he dipped the utensil in ink, and then he was trying his best to recreate the shapes.

They were messy, but the general shape was there. Harry pulled back, face soft with his pride.

She watched him as he wrote with a shaky hand. It was obvious that he hadn’t had much experience with a pen, but he was trying his best.

He pulled away with a happy look, admiring his work. “Good job!” She praised happily and smiled at him. “Look at that, that’s amazing for a first try.” She complimented.

She had a feeling he hadn’t gotten much praise in his life for things like this, so she tried to make that a point so he would feel good.

“Are you ready to continue?”

Hearing Eleanora’s praise only served to make him feel better. Harry was grinning without even realizing it. And it wasn’t his usual, playful grin. It wasn’t a smirk. This was a genuine smile that lit up his entire face.

It was he smile of his childhood before everything went to hell.

The two worked most of the morning. 'F’ to 'K’, 'K’ to 'P’, 'P’ to 'U’, and then they were finishing up.

Harry had recreated each of the letter as they went on, his letters becoming less shaky the further that they went.

“There we go! It’s not that hard, right?” She said, taking the tea from the servant and handing Harry a cup.

“We can work on this whenever you’d like. I think I’d like to spend more time in here so I’m assuming I’ll be in here, the gardens or my room if you need me.” She said as she sipped her tea.

She was happy that they were somewhat getting along. It was a miracle that they could sit as long as they did without fighting.

A break was definitely needed. While Harry enjoyed recreating the letters and hearing her praise, it was a bit too much on his brain. That, combined with his alcohol binge last night, had the worst headache plaguing him.

The tea was sipped, its warmth sliding down his throat to rest in his belly. There was just enough milk in it to keep away bitterness.

Halfway through his cup, he put it down and turned to look at Eleanora. There was a bit of his old self back to his features as he spoke, “I want you to stay away from Liam.”

She was a bit surprised at Harry’s demand. Stay away from Liam?
“Um, why? He’s been very kind to me.” She frowned as she looked up from her tea.

Liam had been nice and comforting, especially last night while Harry was bedding whatever whore he had in his bed.

He couldn’t be jealous, he’s already made it clear that she was nothing to him.

“Do not question what I tell you, just follow my demand.” There was a bit of darkness to his eyes.

For some reason, the thought of Liam being the one to make her laugh really crawled under his skin. While Harry did not care for Eleanora, he still wanted the right to call her his. If she ended up falling for Liam…

Harry squeezed the pen in his hand hard enough to have ink oozing from the tip and staining his skin.

“He is not right for you.”

There he was, the Harry she had come to dislike. Her comfort from before slipped away as she deflated.

“Not right for me? What do you mean?” She asked confused. She wasn’t sure what he was saying, but if he was suggestion romantically, he was dead wrong. Liam was nice, but he already had a woman he was courting. A servant that worked in the garden, Sophia. He had told her that.

“Am I not allowed to have friends?”

“The way he looked at you during breakfast was not the sort of stare one gives to a friend. Not once have I ever looked at another person with so much admiration.”

The remembered brightness in Liam’s eyes made Harry sick to his stomach.

“A princess such as yourself should refrain from interacting with the staff in such ways.” He stood up, trying to keep his calm. Something about the thought of Elenora and Liam just… He wanted to scream. And he didn’t know why.

“Harry, he adores me because I am the princess, and because I am kind to him. He looks at your mother the same way.” She assures quietly.

“He is courting a maiden already, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Eleanora tried to soothe his insecurity. He had no reason to be so freaked out.

“What else am I supposed to do? You don’t want to be around me and I can’t just keep to myself. That’s not fair.”

Harry opened his mouth to argue that Liam could be interested in both her and the other maiden but it snapped shut. Though he did not like the guard, he knew he was not the type to do such a thing. Best to not make himself look like an idiot.

“Then… then befriend the other women of the court. But not him. Not another man. You belong to /me/ and I don’t want another thinking that you are free to be courted.”

“All the women of the court hate me because I’m going to be wed to you.” She huffed and leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. Her chest popped out a bit, making her blush.

“I just don’t know what to do! This isn’t fair to me Harry. I’m trying very hard to get along with you but i feel like there is no pleasing you.” she muttered and looked down at the rings on her fingers.

They all hated her because of him? That should have made him smirk but… It just made him angry. At them. Why were they taking out their hatred of him on her? That hardly seemed fair. Perhaps he would call a staff meeting and demand that they all be polite to Elenora.

Just because he disliked her didn’t mean everybody else did as well. While he didn’t find her to be as supple and as filled out as his nightly guests, he had to admit that she was polite and well-mannered when she wanted to be. The women of the castle should love her.

“I will have a chat with them. You will have friends soon enough.”

She looked at him surprised. Really? He would really do that for her? Odd.

“Well, thank you. That is very kind.” She thanked him before taking another sip of her tea. She felt uncomfortable as Liam came back into the room.

“Your highness, we caught a raccoon but it was in the other side of the Garden.” He said officially.

“Good afternoon, Princess Eleanora.” He greeted before turning his attention back to Harry.

“Is it a male or a female?” Harry question as his discreetly worked to rid the table of their writings. He didn’t want Liam to learn about his little secret.

“It is male. Young.”

“And did you find any others? A nest of any kind?”

“No, we did not. Just the young one.”

“Wonderful!” Harry clasped his hands together, smiling in that usual way of his. “Kill it.”

She gasped as he said to kill it. How could he be so cruel?

“No!” She screamed and Harry and Liam looked at her questionably. “I’ll keep it, just don’t kill it.” She says frantically, walking up to the other guard who was holding it.

Holding it to her chest she looked at the baby raccoon, and cooed. “Hi baby, it’s okay.. You’re safe…”

The scream had all heads shooting to her direction. Liam took a step forward, as if to protect her, while Harry’s eyebrow rose. He watched Eleanora rush forward. He didn’t think she could get that loud.

“You want to keep that disgusting thing?” He asked as he watched her cuddle it to her chest. The raccoon was shaking, head darting around the room.

“They’re violent creatures, known to carry diseases. You run the risk of catching something. It would be better off if we just killed.” Harry stepped forward, reaching out to take it. The raccoon hissed, attempting to nip at his fingers.


She scoffed and pet the raccoon, who cuddled into her more. “Of course it’s not going to like you… You said to kill it!” She said, coddling the poor baby animal.

“And animals are usually good at sensing when people want to hurt them. And you’re not the gentlest being in the world, the poor thing is terrified.”

Eleanora held the raccoon as it cuddled further into her and let her pet it. “See? The little guy is harmless.”

Harry wasn’t the gentlest being? Bah, nonsense! He had been perfectly gentle with her last night. He was very much capable of light touches and slow movements.

He reached forward once again, slower this time, and attempted to pet the animal once again. And, like before, it went for his fingers. Harry grit his teeth, staring at the pest with narrowed eyes.

“Fine. You can keep it. The day that it wanders into my chamber, though, will be the last day it ever sees. Do I make myself clear?”

She snorted and nodded. “Trust me, we won’t be anywhere near your chambers.” She laughed and nodded to Liam. “Thank you for saving it.”

“I’ll be in my chambers if you need me.” She said as her hips swayed, walking out of the room.

She brought the little creature to her room and sat it on her bed, calling for her chamber maid who looked terrified of the animal. Eleanora rolled her eyes and asked for some lettuce and fruits from the kitchen to feed it.

Harry couldn’t help but watch the sway of her hips as she left. Maybe he had been wrong about Eleanora not being a woman.


I’m so unbelievably disgusted

I saw this posted on Facebook and I can’t even take it anymore. if you’re insulted by anything I have to say in this post, you’re most likely an asshole and deserve to be offended by it so fuck you. I am not angry by any means that she wants to support Eric Harris and have romantic feelings towards him, to each their own. I am however completely disgusted that she is disrespectfully talking about people she doesn’t even know. Calling people ‘fugly’ and ‘losers’. What do you get out of that? Just shut the fuck up forever, I literally don’t care about any way you could defend this, just shut the fuck up forever. If you don’t know me, the first thing that you should know about me is that 90 percent of everything in this world pisses me off, and usually for good reasons.This is one.  She is the Dave Cullen of this community, oh my god. Take a deep breath here. I’m actually going to analyze this seriously. Lynn Ann claims that the 13 who were shot were also bullies, please find one piece of evidence to support your claim that isn’t opinionated. Just fucking one, please. Starting my blog nearly a month ago and researching on Tumblr has given me additional information that I did not acquire previously to joining this site. Through thousands of posts on social media, this is the first one I have ever seen claiming any of the thirteen victims,(Rachel Scott, Cassie Bernall, Steve Curnow, Corey DePooter, Daniel Rohrbough, Daniel Mauser,Kelly Fleming, Matt Kechter, John Tomlin, Isaiah Shoels, Lauren Townsend, Kyle Velasquez and Dave Sanders) being a tormentor or  intimidator to Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris. Before any Columbiners get involved, I AM NOT CLAIMING THAT ERIC AND DYLAN WERE NOT BULLIED but I am stating that they were not bullied by any of the 13 above. If anything, Lynn Ann’s claim has been disproved on many occasions, such articles discussing when Rachel Scott went out of her way to talk to the kids who seemed lonely, reaching out and being there for anyone in need, as well as her theory written in her journal stating ‘’ I have this theory that if one person can go out of their way to show compassion then it will start a chain reaction of the same.” Totally don’t know about you, but she seems like such bitch who went around treating others like shit. *NOTE THE COMPLETE SARCASM* Many of the other victims were claimed as being shy, quiet, and having a small group of friends such as Kelly Flemming and Daniel Mauser. I don’t know about you, but they seemed like the kids who would be bullied over those doing the bullying. Since we’re on the topic of bullying, I’ll continue further. This is where it gets fucked up. She started this off by saying that Eric was bullied, which I have no doubts he was. I recall him being called a ‘Fag’ in addition other things, which is a key factor of what lead to the tragedy at Columbine. SO HEY! I FEEL SO BAD FOR THIS TORTURED SOUL, HE SHOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN BULLIED NOR CALLED NAMES but let’s say hateful and cruel things about others? You are a hypocrite, there’s no other way to say it, just point blank. If you truly felt for Eric and Dylan, which you have every right to, hell even I feel terrible for the pain they had to experience in high school but do not fucking go around and do the same thing that developed those exact feelings in Harris and Klebold. JUST ADDITION INFORMATION: IF YOU DID NOT KNOW THAT THIS WASN’T OKAY, KNOW NOW THAT IT ISN’T. This is why people in the true crime community get the bad names and the hate that they often do, people like this. The ones that glorify terrible outcomes from good people. I can understand what lead them on the path that they traveled, one can only take so much before they snap and do something terrible but in no way do I support their killings. I feel terrible for all of the 15 families who lost family on April 20, 1999 and those who were tied to this in any way whether it’s the injured students or those who lost friends. I even feel bad for those who worked on the scene, one should not have to witness 15 dead bodies, 14 of which belonged to teenagers. This was horrific day in history and IT WILL REPEAT and HAS REPEATED because the names continue to be called, people continue to be cruel and people feel no remorse for their actions. She seems to be infatuated by Eric Harris and the event, SO FUCKING LEARN FROM IT! Don’t be an asshole.  I don’t even know how to end this, I’m so angry an pissed off. This girl is off living her life thinking that this is okay. I’m just going to get off here, I’ve said all I’ve needed to say so if you have anything you want to say to me,go ahead. I hope this was informative to you. 

anonymous asked:

Do you have any fic recs with Harry's POV? Bc i feel like every fic is Louis' and i'd like some change :)

I am ridiculously late with this, so I’m sorry for that, but this is actually a very long list, so hopefully that makes up for it. Here are fics from my rec list that are told from Harry’s (and Harry’s only, unless I messed up) POV.

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anonymous asked:

Natalie! Do you have any other Harry fanfics to recommend? I've read all the ones in your rec list hahaha

Thank you for specifying that you have gone through my rec list ALRIGHT OKAY here are some fics that are not on my official rec list that I have either started reading since or have been meaning to read that have been updating recently/are complete (if I get any of the details in the following summaries wrong writers my apologies pls let me know and I will remedy this)

(also, here is an incredible list Natasha made for Harry’s birthday of a ton of Harry fics for yr perusal)

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June 26, 1997: Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone is published.

Fifteen years ago, the book series that defined a generation began. So have some quotes!

There will be books written about Harry. Every child in the world will know his name. (How right you were, Professor McGonagall.)

Sunshine daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow.

Always the innocent are the first victims, so it has been for ages past, so it is now.

‘The truth.’ Dumbledore sighed. 'It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.’

Once again, you show all the sensitivity of a blunt axe.

There are some things you can’t share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.

It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.

It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.

Love as powerful as your mother’s for you leaves it’s own mark. To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.

To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.

He couldn’t know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: 'To Harry Potter – the boy who lived!’

- Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (1997)


“But you had to think about it. And you never mentioned it to me.” Magnus shook his head. “You didn’t trust me. You never have.“I do,” Alec said. “I will—I’ll try. Give me another chance— ” 

               Cassandra Clare - City of Lost Souls

I can relate anything to you,
the sound of the sea,
the waves which breaks on the sand,
the voice of a man walking through the street,
that seemed like yours,
but it’s not you,
I can relate anything to you,
I hear your name even when
nobody’s talking,
and I turn my head to look for you,
but I know you’re not there,
I smile remembering when we were together,
and start crying because we’re not,
no more,
so I keep walking,
I don’t care, where I’m
There have been good times,
I will survive with the memory of
what we had
and who we were
cause now we’re lost,
I can’t see your face,
even if you’re hunting me every day,
I can’t hear your voice,
I can’t reach for your hand,
no more,
tonight we are souls that lost their way home
young and beautiful - h.s.

pairing: reader x harry styles

requested?: yes linked here

summary: you had a one night stand with harry and when he left for no reason, you never fully understood why. after meeting again through a mutual friend at a party, things heat up quickly.

word count: 3,478

authors notes: this is my first harry smut so it probably sucks :))) and I didn’t really know how to end it so I mean….


Lifting my plastic cup to my lips. The chilling liquor runs through my body in a wave and I shake away the hard taste. A firm hand grips my shoulder, “(Y/N), you’ve got to come with me.” (Y/F/N) pants her hand still on my shoulder as she uses me for balance. I furrow my brows at her and wait until she catches her breath. “Where do I have to go?” I chuckle at her while she rolls her eyes, “just follow me!” She grabs my hand and we weave through the tight crowds collecting in the kitchen and living room. The front door is propped open and the cool autumn air flows inside. She pulls me out the door and into the night, groups of people are collected on the lawn; many of them so intoxicated they have to sit in the grass to see straight. (Y/F/N) releases her grip as we stand on the balcony of the house and she squints trying to make out the shadows. “Found him! Stay here,” she cautions and I do. Sitting down on the wooden bench pressed against the side of the house, I rub my arms trying to keep warm. I mentally thank myself for wearing a long sleeve dress, even though I’m still shivering. (Y/F/N) rans down the steps, across the lawn to a tall, buff figure and the two of them talk for a few seconds before both of them are climbing the steps of the house. When they appear in front of me a cool chill runs through my body and its not from the weather.

I’ve seen the world
Done it all
Had my cake now
Diamonds, brilliant
And Bel Air now
Hot summer nights, mid July
When you and I were forever wild
The crazy days, city lights
The way you’d play with me like a child

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I mumble as memories flood back. The light from inside shines through the windows and across his face and half of me wishes that night never happened while the other embraces what could have been the greatest night of my life. “(Y/N), this is Harry. You two are so alike I just had to set you up!” She cheerfully says completely unaware of the situation. “Good to see you again,” Harry’s thick accent slurs while his emerald eyes scan me. I want to turn away from his captivating eyes but something won’t let me. “Oh,” (Y/F/N) picks up on the tension and turns to me. “You know him?” She whispers gently, her eyes showing how she wishes she hadn’t opened her mouth. “Yeah, something like that.” I purse my lips and she closes her eyes mouthing an “I’m sorry”.

“(Y/N),” Harry interrupts, his voice sharp and contradicting. “Can I get you a drink?” I nod at Harry not wanting to talk to him yet. (Y/F/N) excuses herself and disappears into the crowds again, Harry glances down at my hand for a second almost like he’s asking something. My eyes flicker up to meet his and I hesitate before gripping his hand. He releases a relieved sigh and we enter the full house again. We arrive at the counter filled with drinks, cups, cans, you name it; I let go of his hand as soon as I can, not trying to drag myself back into the same situation that caused all this tension. “What would you like?” He asks and I give up on the silent mode, opening my mouth to speak. “I’ll just have water,” I say grabbing a bottle of water from the cooler and he nods nonchalantly. “You look different since the last time I saw you. You look stunning.” Harry attempts to make small talk but I won’t budge.

Will you still love me
When I’m no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me
When I got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful?

“We’re not doing this,” I gesture between us and Harry looks at me confused. “Harry, You don’t have to pretend you care about me. You clearly don’t, that night was a mistake.” I finish and take a sip of my water. His eyes waver from me back to his empty cup on the granite counter. “Do you really hate me that much?” He asks and my heart skips at his torn tone. I swallow the nerves that have settled in my throat and turn away from him, wishing I hadn’t let (Y/F/N) convince me to throw a party with her. I step away from him and up the stairs to (Y/F/N)’s room. “(Y/N), wait!” Harry calls from the bottom of the stairs, his long legs carrying him up the stairs in half the time I climbed them. I reach (Y/F/N)’s guest room, which had become mine over the last week since I was in town. The door always locks whenever it’s properly closed, so there’s always a spare key hidden in the door frame; this also preventing any random friends of (Y/F/N)’s to wonder inside. Standing on my toes to reach the hidden key in the door frame, I groan, “fuck” realizing I can’t reach it, even in heels. Harry is behind me in seconds, his chest pressed to my back, on his toes snagging the key from the frame. I turn to him as he places the key in my hand, his eyes look even more mesmerizing inside. They light his face perfectly, his chestnut curls dropping over his shoulders elegantly, and his breathtaking smile shines every time he moves his beautifully plump lips. I swallow hard and shake my thoughts away, Harry’s eyes never left mine, as my mind wondered off about his captivating features. “Sorry-I,” I blush trying to cover my own tracks.

I’ve seen the world, lit it up
As my stage now
Channeling angels in the new age now
Hot summer days, rock ‘n’ roll
The way you play for me at your show
And all the ways I got to know
Your pretty face and electric soul

He nods, placing his hands in his pockets rocking on the heels of his tan boots. His black jeans are skin tight while his baggy white t-shirt just barely counsels his tattoos. The tension thickens and he finally backs away heading towards the stairs. “It was good to see you,” he comments while his back is to me, he glances over his shoulder to see if I’m listening. I nod at him, not being able to find the right words. Harry pauses on the second step down and turns to me, “Look, (Y/N). I’m sorry okay? I fucked up, that was on me. I know it’s too late, but I really am sorry.” He spits out so fast I barely am able to catch it all. He sighs one last time before stepping down the stairs, I look down at the the key in my hand then back at Harry.

“Harry,” I croak my voice barely loud enough for myself to hear. He turns around half way down the stairs and I give him a sympathetic look. Walking up the stairs, Harry steps towards me and I unlock the door to the spare room. The bed is neatly made, the smell of vanilla hugging the walls and the twinkling white Christmas lights aluminate the dim room, just enough to make out shadows. Harry cautiously follows me inside, staying by the doorway as I sit on the bed, chucking my red heels aside. I pull at the short black dress, wishing it was longer now. Harry watches intently as I claw at my dress before he speaks up, “You okay?” I chuckle sarcastically at his question, “seriously? That’s what you’re gonna ask?”

”(Y/N),“ Harry groans knowing instantly, he’s screwed. He shuts the door and stands in front of it. His back presses to the wooden door and his hands run through his curls as he thinks on how to word his argument. “That night, you and I were both drunk. I’ll admit it, I wasn’t fully there but that doesn’t make what I did entirely wrong!”

“Harry,” I cross my legs over each other as they dangle off the side of the bed. “You don’t have to play the victim seriously, you were the one who left me!” Rage builds up inside of me and I’m about to explode, remembering that morning waking up alone.


The memories from that crisp September night, come back in pieces, some of them blurry and others perfectly clear. I had taken a taxi to a local bar after a hell of a day at work. I hadn’t even been there for ten minutes when a random jackass had split his beer all over my dress then attempted to hit on me. Harry saw this from across the bar and came over telling the guy–in not so nice terms–to leave. Harry gave me his coat and we talked for hours until the bar had closed, the manager forcing us out. We sat out in his car, still talking about nothing yet everything, for an hour or two. Then one way or another we were on top of one another in the backseat of his car. Harry dropped me off at home but I tugged him inside. When I woke up the next morning, he was gone and all that was left was a phone number. I called multiple times, but no one ever answered.


“Okay, sure lets say you had somewhere to be that morning, whatever. But you could have answered you when I called! Or what’s that a fake number? Holy shit you gave me a fake number-” I rumble on and Harry cuts me off, “it wasn’t a fake number, (Y/N).” I shake my head in disbelief and ask, “then why didn’t you answer when I called you?” Harry stands there dumbfounded and hesitates before answering.

“I was scared,” He finally breaks, his voice raising as his stands up from his place leaning on the door. “Of what?” I retaliate in a harsh tone, my mind is racing trying to piece together where he is leading.

“Getting rejected okay? You’re so-so fucking beautiful and I was terrified when you woke up you would kick me out, seeing what I looked like after you were sober. I’m nothing close to what you deserve.” Harry confesses his eyes glossy and he’s standing in front of me now, I can see how broken he looks. I drop my face into my hands, a huge sigh releasing from my mouth. “I was scared.” He repeats but this time I’m off the bed, my hands placed on his neck and Harry’s mind can barely keep up with the commotion.

Will you still love me
When I’m no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me
When I got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful?

My lips are pressed to his before either of us can think twice. His perfectly shaped lips graze over mine, his hands working their way from his pockets to the side of my jaw. Harrys tongue slides out from his mouth and over my bottom lip, our mouths seem to be filled with anticipation and lust. Harry pulls away slowly, his lips still hovering over mine. I open my eyes first and see his are still closed. When he opens them again, he blushes and attempts to hide his face in his shoulder. My hands still rest on his neck and my thumbs brush against the nape of his neck. Everything about him is so elegant I couldn’t help myself. I press a kiss to his cheek, “I’m-so, so sorry,” Harry mumbles, as my mouth moves from his cheek, to his jaw, to right below his ear. “Shh,” I coo my voice relaxed as I pull away. Harrys face his scrunched up in bliss, and I take a step backwards my knees hitting the bed and I collapse onto it. Harry follows suit, hovering over me as we position ourselves on the bed. He smiles down at me as he lowers himself to his forearms. “Fuck,” he groans, “why did I leave you?” Harry rhetorically asks himself, while his lips trail down my jawline to the space between my ear and jaw. He sucks harshly, then peppers the area with kisses and continues his way down my neck. His plump lips leave sloppy kisses across my neck, some of them I know will leave a mark in the morning. My eyes flutter closed as Harry trails his fingers down my sides, curling them around the bottom of the skin tight dress. “Wait,” I pant. “I don’t want to do this if you’re going to leave me again.” I confidently say, myself even surprised at my forward attitude. Harry smiles in the dull light and he kisses my forehead, “leaving you was the stupidest thing I could have ever done.” I nod at his words and catch his lips in a kiss again. I wiggle my way towards the headboard, my head finally hits the pillow and I’m satisfied. Harry works is way from my neck down the valley between my breasts. My hands tangle themselves in his hair and Harry smiles up at me. His green eyes shine in the dimly lit room, which sets the mood ironically well. Harrys lips capture mine in a lustful kiss again and I prop myself up on my elbows as Harry unzips the back of my dress. His thin fingers push the sleeves of the dress off of my shoulders until they pool around my elbows. “Fuck,” Harry groans registering the sight in front of him, “no bra?” I chuckle at him. My cleavage exposed to the brisk air, Harry wastes no time to give them attention. “The bra is built into the dress.” I finally speak up and Harry snickers at my comment. He blows air gently over my right breast before peppering it with open mouth kisses. His hands caresses the left, while his mouth works on the right; ultimately leaving me panting. “You’re so beautiful,” Harry complements while switching his positioning, his mouth on the left now. My hands tangle in Harry’s hair again and he moans as I tug at it. He pulls away just for a second, before moving his hands to my side. His fingers hook around my dress tugging it downward, as his lips leave a trail of kissing from the valley between my breasts to right above my thong. I kick away the dress not caring where it is now. “Harry,” I say while catching my breath. “You’re wearing too much,” I tease. He gives me a smug look before standing up and tugging his shirt off. I graze at his perfect toned, tattooed chest while pulling back the comforter on the king size bed. I crawl underneath it, enjoying Harry’s little show. “Like the view?” He asks proudly and I nod quickly.

Dear lord, when I get to heaven
Please let me bring my man
When he comes tell me that you’ll let him in
Father tell me if you can
Oh that grace, oh that body
Oh that face makes me wanna party
He’s my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds

He tosses his jeans away along with his boots before meeting me on the bed again in nothing but boxers. His boxers are tight against his skin, his manhood pressing roughly against the fabric. Harry crawls underneath the covers and looks at me confused, “I was cold.” I giggle and Harry hold my face in his hands and smiles at me. “God you’re adorable,” he says as his presses a firm kiss to my mouth. The kiss deepens again, our tongues battling for dominance. I straddle him while managing not to break the kiss, “eager aren’t we?” Harry asks breathlessly, and I nod at him, too distracted to speak. I toss the comforter over my shoulders and shimmy my way down his legs, until I can properly pull away his boxers. His erection slaps against his chest and Harry hisses as the cold air hits his bare skin. His body flexes as he tries to remain calm, “what do you want me to do?” I ask teasingly, my hand skimming over his length and Harry groans. “I want to-”, he pants and I run my finger tips down his happy trail. “You what?” I smirk, knowing I have him right where I want him. He moans as my cool fingers grasp his hard-on. I rub up and his erection, “I want-fuck-I want to be inside you,” he moans and I tear open a condom with my teeth. I smile at him wickedly, and roll the condom on his dripping length before stripping myself free of my nude thong. “(Y/N),” Harry groans, anticipation eating away at him. He cups my face with his hands and connects our lips. The kiss grows heated and he flips us over, he positions himself at my core and disconnects our lips. “Ready, baby?” He smiles down at me planting one more kiss on my chest. I nod eagerly and he slips inside me, we both groan at the familiar feeling. “Harry-fuck,” I throw my head back as he hits the perfect spot each time. “Right there.” He keeps a steady phase, his hips rocking in and out and with each motion our moans melt together. The room fills with the profanities that escape both my lips and Harry’s. The party downstairs has been long forgotten; the only thing mattering was Harry and I. “Fuck-you feel amazing,” Harry pants and I connect my lips to his my hands clawing at his back as he gets me closer and closer to my high. Harry’s hands travel from my hips, to find my hands where he locks our fingers together. Our hands press to the extra pillows scattered around my head, our fingers gripping each other as pure bliss hits both of us. “I’m-I’m close, Harry,” I moan and I look up at him. His eyes staring straight into mine, his smirk plastered on his face, ever since the first day I met him. “Me too, princess. Let go,” he reassures in a lustful tone and I hit my climax and he soon does too; leaving both of us unraveled. Harry slows his pace and gradually pulls out, tossing the condom into the waste bin. He collapses down onto my chest, his sweaty body against mine as we try to catch our breath. My body feels numb and Harry’s curls sprawl out over my chest as he closes his eyes. While his eyes are closed, I take a deeper look at him in this dim light and I can’t help but believe someone so perfect could think I was too good for them. “That was amazing,” he comments, startling me from my thoughts. My hands running through his hair as he traces shapes on my bare stomach, I finally ask “Harry?” His piercing green eyes open and he smiles, “yes?” I twist my finger around a curl and sigh. “Why did you think you you weren’t good enough for me?”

Will you still love me
When I’m no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me
When I got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful?
Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful?
Will you still love me when I’m not young and beautiful?

”(Y/N),“ he says and props himself up on his elbows. Harry looks me dead in the eyes and continues, “you’re so beautiful and we were both drunk and I thought you only wanted a one night stand to forget about the shitty day you had at work. To forget about your boss, that is an asshole and hasn’t given you a raise in the last two years you’ve worked there.”

“You remembered all that?” I tilt my head at him, touched that he remembered all my babbling that night and he nods genuinely. He leans forward and presses a firm kiss to my cheek. “Now, (Y/N),” he says his tone sounding more like a question then anything. “Will you please go on a proper date with me?” He asks his voice wavering. I smile widely at him cupping his cheeks in my hands. “I would love to,” I say and he smiles at me connecting our lips once more.

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