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Originally posted by fireproof-harry

Harry stands across from her with his hands tangled in his hair, his lips a deep cherry red from how much he’s bitten on them, and his eyebrows narrowed to form a line between each other.

“Maybe we are better off apart…” The dreaded words seep out of her mouth. Harry immediately shakes his head, disagreeing wholeheartedly. There is not a doubt in his mind that they belong together, he’d even go as far as saying that they were soulmates. The connection they shared was magnetic, and he’d be a fool to let her slip away from him. 

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Conflict and Confined Spaces

Originally posted by dunkirknharry

A bit of angst for you all, she and Harry are bickering and reading an article about their relationship only intensifies it more. 


You and Harry had been bickering on and off all day, it had started over you not being ready on time for a breakfast meeting he had wanted you to come to, it then was about a pair of boots you had left in the lounge room he had tripped over while on a business call, the pair of trousers that were on the line when it had started rain that you hadn’t gotten off and now were wet. They were petty little things, he was stressed you understood that he had so much on at the moment with press for Dunkirk and finalising things for the tour, but this didn’t mean he could take everything out on you. Things didn’t get any better when it was time for the two of you to get ready for a dinner with some of his friends, you had gotten ready before him to avoid the same argument that had happened earlier that day and spent the time on the couch reading news articles on your laptop, it was something you’d come accustom to, you’d loved to keep up to date with current affairs generally skipping over the gossip section not having the patience to read anything related to Harry or the friends he had made in the industry, but when a headline accusing Harry of cheating come up on your timeline you hadn’t scrolled past like you generally would have. Maybe it was the bickering the two of you had done all day, or the way he had told you to shut up this morning when you had argued back at him that made your eyes stick to the screen taking every word in analysing every piece of “evidence” the writer had provided. She was a friend of Harrys the girl the article was about Jess, you didn’t know her well just knew she was at a lot of the parties you had attended with him over the years, the article had spoken about the two of you, your relationship that had been going on for 2 and a half years. The article had quoted a “reliable source” who said that your relationship had been on the rocks over the last couple of months, it was true you and Harry had been fighting more frequently but you’d never have called your relationship on the rocks, there were photos of Harry and Jess leaving a few cafes and restaurants and one from a club. You tried not to let any of this get in your head, he loved you no matter how much you fought, he had always had female friends and you’d never been jealous of them and she was no different they had just ran into a few more photographers than usual. He had always sworn that he would never cheat, but people lied, you’d had your heart broken before by cheaters and you’d promised yourself you’d never allow that to happen to you again.

Your overthinking had been interrupted by him calling your name, you looked up from your computer quickly shutting the lid to see him coming down the stairs.
“ Put a jacket on will yeh we don’t need yeh distracting everyone with your breasts” he hardly looked at you as he commented causing you to cross your arms across your chest suddenly insecure about your outfit. You’d done as he said, in any other situation he’d never say anything about what you wore and if he did you would have told him to back off, but that article was chipping away at your confidence bit by bit. The car was silent and so was the ride up the elevator and you were almost relieved not to have to speak to him, you wanted to question him about the article, it wasn’t unusual to see stuff like this in the papers and your usually just discuss it and move on but tonight he could barley look at you. He had grabbed your hand as you exited the elevator and you pulled away instinctively when you saw your table with Jess sitting there looking perfect and gorgeous, you were thankful for the dull lighting so no one could see the way your fake smile had dropped and been replaced with sadness. You hated it was getting to you this much, that when you had so sit next to Harry with her directly across from you, you felt sick it wasn’t her fault that she had been the target of a cheating article with Harry, but the more your watched the two of them interact the more you saw how they got along so well. The conversation between the group was constant enough that you only had to fake a laugh and give short responses occasionally throughout the night and when Grimmy and Loud sent concerning looks your way you just had to fake yawn to get their attention off you.

You thought you were doing fine at keeping your emotions at bay, from letting jealousy creep into your veins and make you regret your actions, that was until they started a conversation about a nightclub they’d gone to together, but it wasn’t just any nightclub it was where you and Harry had met. The club in discussion was renown for its 80’s and 90’s music nights, you and Harry had met there and it had become your spot and you’d spent most of your anniversaries there rocking out to the classics and to know he had taken her there had shattered your heart into a thousand pieces. You had excused yourself in the middle of your conversation and had made a beeline for the bathrooms a few stray tears making their way down your face. You had walked past the toilets and through the slightly ajar door that lead to the rooftop of the restaurant, you’d allowed yourself to slide down the wall and rest your head against your knees, you willed yourself to stop crying to stop thinking about the article and Harry and Jess and how she was gorgeous and everything you weren’t. The door had opened and out the corner of your eyes seen Harrys familiar shoes walk to where you sat.
“ I just need a minute Harry, Ill be back to keep up appearances soon” your words came out dryly not lifting you head from your knees to look at him, you didn’t need to he would have a scowl on his face like he had whenever he had looked at you today.
“ Is this your rebuttal for the fighting today to just sit at the table like you’re there against your will while everyones trying to have a good time” he spoke his words with anger which made your head snap up and raise your eyebrow at him.
“ Yes of course I live to make your life difficult Harry, didn’t you know?” the sarcasm and annoyance dripped from your words and he had shook his head at you.
“ Yeh know I was really looking to tonight and then you’ve gone and acted like a brat and ruined it” he shook his head again before going to leave the rooftop.
“ Looking forward to seeing Jess you mean” the words hadn’t meant to leave your lips, they were meant to be snarky comment in your head, but now they were out in the open and you couldn’t take them back.
“ what are yeh talkin about” his ignorance or blatant lying infuriated you
“ Don’t act dumb Harry! You took her to our club, where we met and have spent every anniversary, our spot” You had yelled at him this time as you stood up the tears had started again a look of realisation washed over his face.
“ You’re not seriously upset about that are you?” You rolled your eyes at his response and had wanted nothing more to be the brat he accused you of being and throwing a fit and screaming at him.
“ You know what I cant do this here, I’m too tired for this Harry” you sighed a stray tear rolling down your face, you couldn’t look at him without wanting to scream, and you didn’t want to ruin this night anymore than it had already been ruined.

To your surprise he had followed you out to the table and before you could say a thing he had told everyone you weren’t feeling well and he was going to take you home, he left money for the bill and the two of you left without a word. The elevator ride was silent and longer than you had remembered it being on the way up, until it stopped all together with a slight drop and the main lights turned off and emergency lights dully filled the space. You had groaned loudly before repeating the word no about 6 times, you couldn’t be trapped in an elevator while fighting with Harry with no where to escape to when things got to much.
“ Are yeh gonna speak to me now” you turned to face him you could feel the anger slowly fizzing out and all that would remain would be hurt. You just looked at him, the person you fell in love with was there somewhere, underneath the stress and anger of the day your Harry was still there you knew that, and thats what hurt you most that despite knowing he was yours this doubt and scary feeling of betrayal and thoughts that he was cheating filled your mind.
“  Are you cheating with Jess?” the words had slipped out of your mouth as tears poured out your eyes, his facial expression turned from shock to confusion before he looked you in the eyes standing up. 
“ Yeh think I’m cheating with Jess?” his words were a mix of hurt and confusion.
“ You took here to our place Harry, there are pap photos of the two of you everywhere, I don’t know what to think” you raised your voice at him a sob leaving your throat as you finished your sentence, you had let your legs collapse into a kneeling position on the floor and allowed yourself to cry harder than you did on the rooftop. Harry had stepped towards you but you had told him no.
“ Baby Im not cheating on yeh, I-I would never, Jess and I are just friends I promise yeh” You had allowed him to get closer and bend down in front of you, still keeping his distance but watching you carefully with his green eyes.
“ I read a stupid article and I believed everything, you’d been so cold to me and we had fought all day and then I saw how well you get along and she’s so pretty” you had worked yourself up so much that hiccups had accompanied your cries, Harry didn’t say anything just wrapped his arms around you before lifting you so you were between his legs your face in his neck. He had shushed you and reassured you for the first half an hour of being stuck in the lift and had you giggling over how stupid the two of you had been for fighting all day for the next 1 and a half hours. You were more than relived when the electricians fixed the problem and you safely exited the elevator, the two of you looked crazy when the doors opened the two of you sitting on the floor your tear streamed smiling face and his white shirt which had black spots from your mascara.


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Bathroom Chronicles

//In which Harry and Y/n occupy the bathroom\

 

Part Two// Part One

Harry hips grinded into Y/N’s trying to create fiction through their clothing. His dick pressed against his jeans, trying to desperately break free from it’s restriction. His hands roaming her almost bare torso, his hands gently cuffing her breast through her bra. He broke away from the kiss that captured her lips, his breathe fanning against her face while Harry slowly pressed his lips against her sternum before pushing her breast in his face, as he suck on her breast.

His lips connected back to hers, his hands cuffing her face bringing her closer to hi warm body. Her cool hands grabbing at his inked waist, her nails gently digging into Harry’s skin. His lips parted from hers as they found their way to her neck, sucking on her exposed skin. Her hands instantly grabbing his neck, while her legs slowly wrapped around his waist. Her sighs escaped her mouth as he moved to her collarbone letting his lips gently suck on the skin there. “Harry” she breathed out, he groaned softly at the sound of his name falling out of her lips. He pulled back, watching the panting girl in front of him. His hands slowly sliding to her back removing her bra, letting it fall to Y/N shoulders. She shivered lightly as Y/N’s bra fell in her lap. Harry’s slowly flickered to her bra, which was covered in purplish bruises. her neck had multiple staining her skin. She slowly tucked  strand of her hair behind her, her head slowly falling. Her chest still heaving slightly.

His warm hand sliding under chin, forcing the girl to watch him. “So beautiful” he whispered his slowly attaching back to her lips. Her hands quickly flying to his pants, her hands fumbling to unbuckle them. He swiftly pulls back his hand yanked off his pants, Y/N followed him, her fingers looping in her jeans before sliding them off. She shivered lightly as her ass connected with the cold porcelain sink. He grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to the edge. His groans softly at Y/N’s glistening pussy, his finger slowly running down her dripping core. She flinched softly at his tender touch, her hips bucking as he index finger gently traced out random patterns on her throbbing clit. His touches were light against her, she needed him.

“H-Harry I want you” she panted out, her hands gripping on his shoulder while he tediously stroked his finger up and down her core.

“What do you want exactly?” He questioned, she let out an agonizing groan at his statement. He smirked softly, he gently lifted his finger leaving Y/N whining for some type of contact. “Gotta tell me what you want, darling” his voice low against her. She shivered lightly as his other hand ran up and down her thigh. His lips leaving light kisses along her chest and neck.

“Harry” she moaned out, he hummed lightly at the sound of his name . “I need your dick inside of me” she rushes out, he nods at her command. Harry grabs his dick, he gently brushed up against her pussy, his groans at the sensation. No longer taking the teasing anymore that he was enforcing on her and himself. Y/N took a sharp intake as Harry’s throbbing dick slowly entered into her. Her head fell on his shoulder, her legs gently pushing his back side as she wanted him to move. He being pounding into her, she let a loud moan as his hip slammed into hers. Y/N lifted up her head, grabbing his face forcing his contorted confusion as she spoke the simple word “Slow”.

He nods his head slightly, taking her requesting. Y/N wanted to savor the moment, it was not everyday where she was having bathroom sex with some hot ass stranger. That rarely happens, as a matter-o-fact it is has never happen. His thrusts were long and slow, his muscle flexing with each thrust into Y/N. “God you’re so beautiful” he whispers against her parted lips. His hands cuffing her ass lifting her off the sink. His hands sliding to her thigh, his head looking up at the girl as she bounced on his dick. His name escaping her mouth as she dug her nails into his shoulder.

He slowly pushed unto the bathroom door, he hands cuffing her face as his paced quicken, the sound their skin slapping together gave him motivation to pound inside of her harder, her breast flying up and down as he moved in and out of her. “Fuck, you are amazing. Feel so good around me” he grunts out. His head moving to the crook of Y/N neck. Her warm breath fanning her face as he let out breathy moans.

“Y/N” he breathes out against her neck

Her arm instantly wrapped around him, Y/N toes curl in ecstasy. She tugs roughly on her bottom lip. “Harry I’m-” she whimpers out, her words disappearing from her tongue.  She moans a strings of “yeses” as Harry’s periodic thrust. He grunted softly as he came undone with Y/N her body falling on his shoulder as she pushed out long deep breaths.

She slowly let her legs fall from around his waist, her eyes watching the man in front of her. She’s never been in this situation before, she was usually in a bed and they would stay the night or leave right after ‘Thanking her for the incredible experience.’ A soft smile ran across his lips, he left soft kisses on her neck and then her lips.

Y/N slowly search for her clothing articles. They were started all round the bathroom. She peered over shoulder when his arms wrapped her when they exited the bathroom. The cool air giving her comfort, her skin felt on fire. “Come on, darling” he whispered out, his hands slowly guided her to his section. His friends were already gathered their with many woman dancing around them fanning with attention. Harry slowly sat down, Y/N eyes scanned him, she slowly sat down on his lap, his hands resting on her lap. Harry butted in on a conversation as if he was apart of it from the start. He would press occasional kisses along her neck, letting his lips rest their a moment.

He breathed in softly taking her scent that was mixed with his. He enjoyed having her on his lap, his hands running up Y/N’s thighs before moving back down. He loved hearing her breath falter at his wandering hands.

“Perfection" he whispered in her as his finger grazed against her sensitive core. "All mine" 

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harry on the late late show, may 15th, if you’re on mobile, you have to wait a few seconds for the hq to load!

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I’m kind of sad that CDs and Vinyls have lost their popularity. Personally I enjoy the feeling of opening up a new album and watching it play right in front of me.
I also feel that it gives the album more life, rather than just being something that’s floating around on the internet.

Anyone else?

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ok but harry in blue is the reason for my existence

••• Part 2 http://nicoletti345.tumblr.com/post/162006502489/harry-wearing-blue-is-the-reason-for-my-existence
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YA’LL LISTEN TO THIS!!!! It’s “From The Dining Table” by Harry Styles without the music! It’s just his voice!!!!! IT’S ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL!!!❤️❤️❤️(Credits to whosoever’s this is)

The Boxer

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 10k

Prompt:

“You’re supposed to be in the hospital gown, it’s why we laid it out for you,” Y/N stated, pointing the pen in her hand at the white gown by his feet.

“I’m not wearing that paper shit,” Harry grumbled, “and I’m perfectly fine to leave.”

“That cut says otherwise,” Y/N says.

Harry watches as she sets down the clipboard and turns on the sink to wash her hands, she’s cute. She’s nothing like the kind Harry would go for. His usual prey would be at the bar, lonely, maybe going through a breakup, but he knew for sure that by the end of the night she would be in his bed. Y/N on the other hand looked like too pure for him, and he hated that look.

From his experience Harry had learned that girls like Y/N believed that they were too good for a guy like him. Girls like Y/N, with an innocent smile, soft skin, and soft voices, tended to only use him for one thing, to make their parents upset. Harry had seen it time and time again, it was only a matter of weeks before the girl would crush his heart and move on to someone better.

“I don’t feel anything,” Harry stated.

Harry had grown numb to just about everything. He couldn’t feel the punches thrown at him, he couldn’t feel his emotions, it all just seemed gone to him. He didn’t mind though, no emotions meant he couldn’t get hurt, and no pain meant he was unstoppable.

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Boxer Harry Styles highers, incredibly perky Y/N as his on-call nurse.


“I hate the graveyard shift,” Y/N stated, slumping into the chair.

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