60. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me" with harry please❤️❤️
here it is, sorry it took me so long i hope you like it 💕
I was having a small get together at my place to celebrate Harry’s single coming out and his appearance on SNL, all of us still buzzing with the excitement from seeing the show in person. Everyone was drinking and talking about their favorite parts of the night, and praising Harry on his accomplishments so far. He had been grinning all night, and I was sure his cheeks probably hurt from it. Even so, his smile never faltered, not even for a second.
Seeing him perform on his own for the first time was honestly amazing. He looked right at home on that stage with his band. Throughout his performances he would look over at me and I’d smile, and he’d smile back, and it seemed to calm his nerves a bit every time. He had been extremely nervous all week, being that he had to perform two new songs and be in skits.
It was after rehearsal one day, which I had been the only one of Harry’s friends to be invited to attend, that I had saw him kind of staring off. He had something big on his mind. I walked up to him, breaking him out of his trance.
“Oh, hey,” He smiled slightly, still a bit out of it.
I chuckled. “You alright?”
“Yeah,” He waved me off, putting his guitar down on its stand and turning back to me. “Just thinking about stuff, is all.”
We sat on the edge of the stage, our feet on the stairs as it got quiet. After a while, Harry spoke up.
“I’m so damn nervous, (y/n).” He sighed, looking around the place. It was so empty when the band and other crew had left, Harry and I the only ones out where the main stages are.
I put my hand on his shoulder. “Don’t be, Harry. You’re going to be amazing Saturday. You and the band are ready for this.”
“I know they’re ready,” He said as he messed with his hair. “I just don’t want to let them down. What if I fuck up or something? It’s live all across the country.”
“You’re not going to fuck up,” I told him.
He looked at me. “How do you know?”
“Because I believe in you. And I know how talented you are. This is a huge moment for you, and I know you’ll be amazing. You always are,” I assured him.
He searched my face, then looked away, playing with his rings absentmindedly. “Thanks, (y/n). I really appreciate you being here and supporting me all this time.”
“It’s no problem,” I wrapped my arm around his and lay my head on his shoulder. “That’s what best friends are for, right?”
He sighed, then said, “Yeah, I guess so,”
“My favorite part of it, hands down, was Harry as Mick.” Niall said, everyone agreeing.
“He absolutely crushed it,” Liam added.
“I loved the soldier skit,” My friend, Remy, spoke up. “It was so hilarious.”
I looked around at everyone, then realized that the topic of the conversation was no where to be found. I got up, leaving the now intoxicated group and looked around, not seeing any trace of him until I noticed the back door wasn’t closed all the way. I walked out, then saw Harry sitting criss-cross by the pool, two empty beer bottles next to him.
“You weren’t thinking of jumping in, were you?” I called out, startling him a bit.
“Oh, uh.. no.” He chuckled nervously.
“Good,” I said as I made my way over to him, sitting beside him on the concrete. “Because you’ve been drinking, and your outfit cost over six thousand dollars and is dry clean only, so I don’t think it’ll do well in chlorine.”
He laughed slightly, then said, “I was just thinking, is all.”
“About your performance? Because it was incredible, you did so well. Just like I knew you would.” I complimented.
“Yeah, I probably wouldn’t have gotten through this week if it wasn’t for you,” He confessed. “It was kind of odd being alone, but it felt right at the same time. And it’s crazy how much people like the music I’ve put out already… It makes me more confident knowing that they actually think it’s good and it’s not just me thinking it’s alright, you know?”
“Oh absolutely,” I nodded. “I knew how much everyone was going to like it when you played the album for me the first time.”
He chuckled again, pointing at me. “You did go on about that,”
It got quiet, the sounds of crickets and the pool filling the air. Then, Harry spoke up again.
“But I was also thinking about… um… there’s this girl, and… I really like her. Well, I’ve liked her for a long time, and I’m too afraid to say anything to her about it. I just don’t want to ruin things, you know? Like, what if she doesn’t feel the same and things get awkward between us?”
My heart sank a bit, hearing that Harry liked someone. Mainly because I was sure it wasn’t me. We were best friends, he probably thought of me as a sister to something. Which would make things extremely weird, considering I loved him more than a best friend would. I wanted to be more than best friends, but he wanted that with someone else. I pushed my feelings aside, then gave him advice.
“Honestly harry, I have no idea what girl in her right mind wouldn’t be interested in you. I mean, you’re handsome, smart, funny, charming, caring, extremely talented… Not to mention, I’m pretty sure you’re the sweetest guy to ever live, so.”
A big smile grew on his face, like the one that usually appears when he’s about to make a joke or pick on me. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”
I gave him a confused look, both of us laughing. “I think you’re mistaking me complimenting you so you gain enough confidence to ask this girl out already, for me seducing you? They’re two separate things, just saying.”
He scoffed, acting like I hurt him. “So you didn’t mean any of it, you were just trying to inflate my ego?”
“Of course I meant it,” I rolled my eyes at him. “But if it happened to make you gain a bit of confidence too, then I did my job.”
He smiled at me, then looked at the pool again. “You really think I should go for it?”
“Absolutely,” I confirmed. “And if she turns you down, then I’ll have some choice words for her.”
He gave me a look. “Hm, I didn’t peg you as the type to curse yourself out like a mad person.”
I giggled at him, then realized what he just said. I was the girl he was asking me for advice about. I was the one he’s liked for a long time. He actually liked me back.
“Holy shit,” I gasped. “You did not just pull the ‘talk to a girl about how you like someone but it’s really her’ move.”
“Yeah, I did,” He laughed. “I know, it’s lame and cliché, but did it work?”
I looked into his eyes, thinking about pulling a joke on him, but his cute and contagious smile caused me to smile too, so I decided not to. “Luckily for you, I’ve liked you for a long time too. So yeah, it did.”
He brushed my hair behind my ear, then leaned in and kissed me.
The door opened, Harry and I turning to see Niall standing there, a smirk on his face. He looked back into the house and said, “See everyone, I told you they’d be out here making out, you all owe me a beer.”
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hi. um, sorry I haven’t been really active on here, I didn’t have any motivation to do any of the texts or write one shots or anything like that. although after Harry’s performance on snl I was like yanno what I really wanna write somet about it so here it is. well, the first part. I am planning on writing the part where he’s on set and stuff I just kinda had to intro the whole thing plus I guess it was about time I posted somet as well. hope you enjoy it, make sure to tell me if you have any ideas or if I should start one shots which are continueous? I’ve seen some people do that and it seems interesting, it’s not so much as a fanfiction because the events wouldn’t be happening after each other but they would have some connection. wow I’m rambling but tell me what you think! happy easter guys! 🐰 oh and you can follow me on my main blog which is hesasnowflake bc i kinda got back onto it? idk up to you. oh that’s also my twitter if you wanna give me a cheeky follow lmao shameless promo x have fun reading this tho also idk when part 2 will be out so keep an eye on this blog or just turn the post notifications on. lotta love, xoxo -b
Travelling was always one of my favourite things to do and so when it
meant it will excuse me from doing other things I was supposed to, I just loved
it that much more. Working on assignments wasn’t near as much fun as packing a
suitcase, getting a plane ticket then driving to the airport and getting on a
plane to get somewhere else in the world.
Honestly, there was nothing better.
Even though many people don’t like long flights I personally
enjoyed it. I liked going on different planes, experiencing different journeys
with different people. I know I might sound like a right weirdo at this moment
and time but I’m only telling you the truth.
And so going back to the beginning, where I was saying I loved
travelling just a little bit more when it meant I didn’t have to do certain
things – well, at least for a little while – that was exactly the situation I was
in right now.
My luggage was already checked in and I went through security as well so
I had the chance to get myself a nice cup of coffee from Starbucks with a
sandwich which I ate at one of the tables there. Feeling extra happy, I pulled
my phone out of my hoodie pocket and pressed down on the button on the device so
that my screen lit up. A smile made its way onto my face as I saw unread
messages from my best friend who also happened to be my boyfriend.
still coming right? I’m absolutely flipping nervous
crap I’ve gotta go, we’re doing an intro ad thing for the show. see you soon
hopefully. love you x
A light chuckle left my lips as I clicked out of the message and opened
another one from my lovely mother who was asking me if I made it onto the plane
yet or if I’m still at home, lying around on the couch. Well what can I say I was
never one to leave in time or make it in time to somewhere therefore I wasn’t surprised
when I saw her messages.
Instead of texting her back, at which I was absolutely terrible but I think
that was already shown when I never answered Harry, I clicked on her contact
name and called her.
“Hey love, are you at the airport yet? Are you all checked in, yeah?”
she asked me straight away, not even letting me take a breath before she
flooded me with her questions.
But I guess mums will always be like this, right? And I should be grateful
she’s like this with me because most children don’t have the opportunity to
have a good relationship with their mothers or parents in general.
“Hi mother, yes, I am at the airport and yes I am checked in,” I laughed
as I lifted my cup full of hot coffee which may I add very rarely drank. I wasn’t
the biggest fan of coffee but I needed it in that moment.
“Very well then,” she sighed. I heard soft clicking noises in the
background so I knew she was working on something like she always did. It was
as if she never stopped. If she wasn’t at work she was cleaning the house, the
garden or doing extra work at home. I guess you could say she was really
work-orientated, she liked keeping herself busy at all times. “Have you talked to Har yet?”
“Hmm,” I hummed as a huge smile appeared on my face again. My mum and
dad called Harry “Har” and he loved it and it just made me very-very happy
because they got along so well. “Although he had stuff to do so we didn’t talk
on the phone.”
“Right, he is a busy man, isn’t he?”
“He is,” I agreed. “Anyways, I think I should get my laptop out and do
some work so I don’t have to do all of it when I get back. I know for a fact I’m
not gonna do anything while in New York.”
“That’s great thinking, my love. Looks like you inherited some of my
drive to do work whenever wherever,” she laughed.
We talked for a few more minutes then she had to excuse herself because
she had a Skype interview with one of the applicants or something like that. I guess
you could say my mum was a boss-kinda-person at work meaning that she was an
important member of the company she worked with.
While I had my laptop open and my drink in my hand I didn’t really do
much although I didn’t expect any less or any more from myself. Basically, I just
wasted my time until I had to pack my stuff away and get my arse on the plane. Which
might I add was happy about. How could I not been happy about it?
Finally, I was going to New York. Not to mention the fact that I was
also going to be seeing my amazing boyfriend who I miss very much.
Those eight hours on the plane didn’t even do anything to me. Probably
because I slept all the way through which was clearly shown in the fact that my
phone’s battery was dead since I forgot to plug it in once we were in the air and I was listening to music throughout the journey.
When I got through the security and immigration which was literally the
longest bloody thing ever, I got my stuff then sat down inside and got my
laptop out. It took me about fifteen minutes to connect to the free Wi-Fi which
was terrible on its own so that just added to my stress and small amount of
panic which was starting to build up within me.
I had to get a hold of Harry somehow because stupidly enough I didn’t tell
him the time my flight would be arriving here and I also didn’t let him buy my
tickets. Well, he helped me out because he truly insisted but he just transferred
money onto my card, which honestly was more than I needed so I sent it back to
him and only used a small amount of it, and I was the one who bought the
Once I was on the internet, I clicked on my messages which were blowing
up, all of them from Harry. I didn’t even bother reading them I just clicked on
the little bar and started typing out what I wanted to tell him before that
stupid free Wi-Fi cut off.
Me: hii, I’m
here and I’m stuck lol. my phone’s dead cos I never charged it on the plane so
if you could come get me from the airport that would be lovely. sorry for not
telling you when I was landing, I totally forgot. I’ll be outside but don’t bother
replying bc the wifi is shit and I’ll probs won’t get your messages. I love you
see you soon x
To send that message it took me like another ten minutes and just when I
thought it would never go through, it said “Delivered” under it. I felt the
built up pressure leave my shoulders as I almost closed my laptop off but then I
saw his message pop right up.
thing I have amazing connections right? I figured I’d find out when you’ll
arrive because I know you and I had a feeling you’d end up stranded at the
what you spied on me little fucker smh well at least you’re here right I’m
really hungry haz hurry up please the wifi will go away pls xxxxxxx
Harry: get up
your ass then and come out. I’m in a white Audi right as you come out the
sliding glass doors
I smiled reading that message. I didn’t even bother putting my laptop
away I just closed it down, put my backpack on my back then with my macbook in
one of my hands and my suitcase in the other I started making my way out of the
The sun was brighter than my future in that moment and I absolutely
regretted not taking my sunnies out but it didn’t matter too much as soon as I set
my eyes on the car which he mentioned in his text.
Squinting, I walked towards the car and as I was about to open the door,
the window rolled down at the driver’s seat.
“Hey, what are you doing?” asked the lad as I looked at him, one of my
hands coming in contact with my forehead so that I could keep the sun out of my
I could feel my cheeks heat up as I looked at the stranger, confusion
taking over me completely.
“I-I’m so sorry sir, I thought-, my boyfriend,” I stuttered as I didn’t know
what the actual hell to say. Was Harry seriously taking the piss? “I’m sorry, I’m
going now,” I told the man as I reached out to my suitcase handle then pulled
it behind myself.
I couldn’t believe how big of a dick Harry was. Did he find that
amusing? Well, knowing his crazy ass he most probably did. And he definitely
saw it all happening from one of the cars.
I crossed my arms once I put my laptop away in my backpack and leaned
back on the seats. I honestly didn’t find this shit funny at the beginning then
as I started to get over it, I begun to chuckle slightly until I realised I was
shaking my head and grinning like crazy.
This was not the first time he had played me like that. We’re always
like this with each other though. Some people would say we are too immature for
our ages but I mean we couldn’t care less about their opinions. This was
another reason why we worked so well together with Harry.
“Now that, my friend, was absolutely hilarious!” looking to my left I saw
him walking closer, looking bloody gorgeous as always as his deep voice made a
few people look at us.
His outfit was full black like always, his skinnies hugging his legs perfectly and his dark coloured shirt was so see-through you could easily make out the butterfly on his tummy and the swallows on his chest. He was fricking perfect and he knew it. Well, I was hoping he did because he was.
He was laughing by the time he got to me and all I did was shake my head
and stood up, my hands still folded together and pressed against my chest.
“You’re just so funny, aren’t you?”
I asked him, arching a brow while the tone of my voice was nothing but pure
“That I am, baby, that I am,” he smiled as he put his arms out, ready
to pull me into a hug and boy did I waste any time? The fuck I didn’t! I almost
flew into his arms, my body literally smacking into his and he had to take a
few steps back as I basically fell onto him. “I missed you too, love,” he
His arms wrapped around me in a tight hug, his chin resting on the top
of my head then later he pressed a few kisses onto my hair. I hid my face in the crook of his neck as my hands wrapped around it and locked my fingers together at the
nape of his neck. I sighed as I let myself melt in his touch, in his hug, in
“I love you,” I whispered as I pressed my lips against his skin for the
shortest second then pressed my temple against his neck before I pulled away.
“I love you more,” he kissed my forehead as he let his hands slip off of
me; down my arms and in the end he intertwined our fingers. Bringing them to
his lips, he kissed my knuckles while he shut his eyes, not minding one bit
that we were still out in the public.
Once he let go of me he took my hand in one of his hand and got my
suitcase in the other one. I rolled my eyes as I saw we were nearing a black Audi and not a bloody white one. I could
hear him chuckle as he opened the boot and put my luggage in and I just got
in the passenger seat at the front.
Soon enough he was sitting next to me, buckling his seatbelt in and
starting the car right away.
“Hand?” he held his right hand out to me as he looked to the left to see
if any cars were coming and I just had to give in. Making sure my sigh was loud
enough, I put my left hand into his and he once again intertwined our fingers. “I’ve
gotta nip to the studio real quick to sign some papers with Jimmy. D’you wanna
come or should I take you to mine first?”
“Whichever works for me,” I shrugged. “If yours is too out of the way I’ll
just go with you and then we can get some food because I’m still starving then
“Sounds like a plan.”
And so that is what we did. Harry quickly went into the studio and he
was out within ten minutes. I was dying at that point, my potential jetlag and
hunger both doing my head in.
“Okay-okay, what d’you wanna eat, hm?” he asked me as his hand found its
home on my thigh, gripping it a bit here and there.
“Dunno, don’t care,” I muttered. “Whatever’s close s’fine by me.”
“I’m guessing you don’t wanna go in, right?” I shook my head no and he
hummed in response. “Have you ever had Taco Bell before?”
“Do I look like I spend all my time in America like some poeple?” I asked back
sassily. I was tired and hungry with a headache on top. I wanted to cuddle
Harry and sleep. And food of course.
“Drop the attitude, sunshine. I’m not up for it.”
“Well I’m not either so that makes two of us,” I told him right away. “Take
your hand off of me now and take me home. I can’t be arsed getting food now.”
It took us twenty minutes to arrive at Harry’s penthouse that he rented
while he was in New York or he owned it. I honestly didn’t have a clue and I couldn’t
care less. I wanted a bed and nothing else. I was starting to get in a pissy
mood and I didn’t like it because I knew Harry didn’t need my stress on top of
Throwing my stuff on the floor I found my way upstairs and into a
bedroom which most probably wasn’t the one Harry was staying in because it was
way too clean and I didn’t see anything in this room apart from the basics.
Shutting the door behind me rather strongly I plopped down on the bed,
slowly crawling under the sheets and putting my head on the pillow. My eyes
were shut right away and I felt content. Relaxed. Cool.
In that moment I also knew I should’ve stuck it out, taken my attitude
back and get food instead of coming home but oh well. I made a scene already so
it didn’t matter. Especially not after I fell into a deep slumber.
I loooove how Harry’s embracing himself?? Like he does his own shit, the shirts, the nail polish, the acting, the fucking evERYTHING. He once said he doesn’t think he’ll ever be one of those people who don’t care about what other think about them but biTch lOOK AT MY BOY IM SO PROUD OF HIM