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1. “On your knees.”

2. “You wanna say that again?”

3. “Ought t’fuck you right here if I have to.”

4. “Nobody’s watching, we’re good.”

5. “Let me touch you please.”

6. “You have no idea what I’m thinking about right now.”

7. “Be grateful that I’m even letting you cum. Been so fucking naughty lately.”

8. “Wanna take this to the bed? Or the table, bench, shower, you choose.”

9. “Let me tie you up?”

10. “Don’t lie to my face again.”

11. “Fuck you have no idea what you do to me.”

12. “She broke my fucking heart.”

13. “What do you want - my tongue? Fingers? Or both?”

14. “Actin’ like a spoilt brat.”

15. “I love you, but I fucking hate you.”

16. “You like that princess? Does my princess like that?”

17. “Fuckin’ try me.”

18. “Look at what’s happened to us.”

19. “I’d rather be shot than see you.”

20. “Such a beautiful body, why would anyone hate it?”

21. “Need to be quick lovie.”

22. “Where do you want it?”

23. “I can’t trust you ever again.”

24. “I’ll have you up against the wall in a second.”

25. “Pull my hair again.”

26. “Are you sure you wanna do this?”

27. “Watch your mouth.”

28. “Ruin me then.”

29. “Can’t have you screaming my name when my family’s in the next room can I?”

30. “Open your mouth.”

Chronicles of a Black Girl: MASTERLIST |Harry Styles|

In which Harry dates a black girl…

1.) THE BEAUTY SUPPLY STORE  |30 Aug 2018| 

2.) IT’S NEW YORK BABY  |9 Sept 2018|

* IT’S NEW YORK BABY (2.1)  |17 Oct 2018|

3.) FAMILY REUNION  |15 Oct 2018|

4.) LIONS MANE |coming soon|

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married part 5- h.s imagine

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You let out a scream as you ran around in the kitchen. Lucas turned the corner, laughing as he chased you. You panicked as you realized you hit a dead end. Lucas smirked as he inched closer to you. “Where you gonna go now, babe?”

You crossed your arm and gave a pout. “Not fair. You always win.” Lucas gave a chuckle as he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer against him. “I won a long time ago.”

Your cheeks blushed as you tilted your head up to connect your lips together with Lucas.

After your birthday last year, you vowed to get over Harry. You couldn’t pine after him anymore. It wasn’t fair to you or his marriage. Moving on from Harry was definitely a struggle and occasionally your mind would drift off to see how he was doing. You couldn’t lie and say you didn’t miss him because you did. Harry’s made no effort to contact you. You couldn’t blame him though. You knew that if he found out your feelings for him, your friendship would somehow fall apart and sure enough, it did.

You’ve been with Lucas for about three months now. You guys rekindled when you accidentally ran into him at the store. You apologized for never getting back in touch with him after your first date and the rest is history. Lucas was sweet. He was really sweet. Sometimes when you were with him, you didn’t think about Harry.

You pulled away from Lucas as your phone started to ring. Lucas let out a groan as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. “Ignore it.”

You chuckled as you pulled out your phone from your back pocket. You immediately knew who was calling without even having to look at the caller ID. “Niall’s being a little groomzilla. If I ignore him, I’m pretty sure he’ll find a way to hunt me down.”

Lucas rolled his eyes playfully before he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “It’s so hard when everyone wants to take my girl away from me” he joked before leaving you alone to answer the call.

You shook your head as you let out a chuckle before you answered your phone. “What’s wrong now, Niall?”

“The seating arrangement is all wrong!” Niall yelled from the other side, frustration laced in his voice.

You pulled your phone back from your ear, wincing at Niall’s booming voice. “Listen Horan, you better watch your tone with me or I won’t help with the wedding anymore!”

Niall gulped. “I’m sorry. Can you please help with the seating arrangement?” Niall begged into the phone. You smirked as you mentally praised yourself for having Niall wrapped around your finger. “I’ll be over soon.”

Since you and Harry cut ties, you and Niall have become closer. He was your blessing in disguise. You could never thank Niall enough for being there for you when you just really needed a shoulder to cry on. Niall managed to find a girl that was head over heels for him. He was absolutely in love with her. You would like to say you thought Niall marrying someone he’s only known for less than a year was absolutely crazy but you couldn’t. Emma was perfect for Niall. When you first met her, she welcomed you with open arms and you could see how much love Niall had for her. You knew in your heart that they were perfect for each other.

Niall sighed out of relief when he opened the door. His hair was a mess from the amount of times he’s run his hands through it out of frustration. “Niall, I see you’re looking as beautiful as ever.” you chuckled as you stepped into his apartment. You gave a quick hug to Emma who was sitting in the kitchen.

Niall quickly brought out a giant piece of paper. It was like some sort of blue print. It had circles drawn on it to represent the tables, a square to represent the dance floor, a rectangle to represent where the DJ was gonna be. It was the nightmare of every wedding. Niall sighed as he placed the paper in front of you. “We need your help deciding where to put who.” Niall explained.

Emma shrugged her shoulders as she took a sip of wine. “I say we let everyone sit where they’d like to. Who cares about assigned seating?” Niall placed his hand on his forehead before he smiled sweetly. “I told you, honey. If everyone decided to sit where they wanted to then it’ll be a big mess. Each table seats 10 people. What if someone wants to sit at a table that already has 10 people sitting there? They can’t just pull up a chair as they please cause that’ll mean one table will only have 9 guests. We are having assigned seats!”

You and Emma both looked at each other with wide eyes from Niall’s outburst. His breathing was hard as he stared at a sheet with everyone’s name on it. You cleared your throat, “I may need a glass of wine myself for this.”

You looked at who was next on the guest sheet. “Oh! Louis. So we can put him and Eleanor with Liam and Cheryl at table 7.” You quickly wrote Louis’s and Eleanor’s name down on the blue print. Niall nodded as he took a swig of his beer. “Make sure you write Freddie’s and Bear’s name down as well.” You nodded as you began to write. “Who’s next on the list?”

Emma grabbed the guest sheet. “Harry-” Emma paused, her eyes widening a bit as she cleared her throat. “Styles…” Niall and Emma stared at you with weary eyes. Emma’s met Harry a couple of times and she loved him. She thought he was the absolute gentleman and she couldn’t believe what happened between you and him. She never knew Harry was capable of such heartbreak.

Your eyes remained focused on the blue print. You tried to remain unfazed, “Ok. Let’s put him and Kimberly at table 7 as well.” You began to write Harry’s name down before Niall cleared his throat. “Actually Y/N. Kimberly isn’t attending the wedding.”

You sighed as you placed your pencil down. You smiled softly at Emma and Niall sitting in front of you. “It’s sweet of you guys to not invite her but I’ll be fine. Besides, I think Harry would be pretty upset knowing he couldn’t bring his own wife.”

Emma looked at her fiancé. Her eyes telling him to tell you the news they recently got. Niall nodded, he turned back to you. “Harry and Kimberly filed for a divorce last month, Y/N.” You let out a small gasp before Emma explained, “He told us two weeks ago when we met for dinner.”

Your eyes were staring at Harry’s name written down on the blue print in front of him. Your eyes softened as you thought about Harry was feeling all about this. For as long as you knew Harry, you knew how he looked down at getting a divorce. Coming from divorced parents himself, he always saw divorce as giving up. You quickly shook your head, grabbing your pencil again. “That’s unfortunate to hear. Who’s next on the list?”

Emma came around the kitchen counter and placed her hand on your arm softly. “Do you want to talk about it?” Niall nodded his head, reaching across the counter to place his hand on top of yours. “We’re here for you, Y/N.”

You smiled softly as you looked between the couple. “I’m fine, you guys. I promise.” You looked down. “It’s unfortunate Harry has to go through this. And I wish him nothing but the best.” You looked up at the couple. “Now who’s next?”

Emma and Niall exchanged a worried look before Niall sighed as he looked at the list. “Rory…Rory’s next.”

You sighed as you stared at your reflection in front of you. You ran your hands over your dress and smiled as you remembered the last time you wore this dress.

You thanked Harry as he handed you a glass of punch. Harry sat down on the chair next to you as he took in the scene around him. You and Harry went back to Holmes Chapel to celebrate Anne’s birthday. The backyard was filled with family and friends. The sun was about to set, fairy lights hung and music playing in the background. You laughed as you saw the younger kids dancing on the dance floor in the middle of the yard. Harry grabbed your hand and placed a gentle kiss on top of it. “I’m really happy you’re here, Y/N.”

You could feel your cheeks burning slightly as your eyes softened. “Of course, H. I would never miss Anne’s birthday. I adore her.”

Harry’s mouth opened to say something before one of your favorite songs bounced off the speakers. Harry instantly noticed the way your eyes sparkled and your smile widened as the “Photograph” started to play. Harry stood up and held his hand out to you. “May I have this dance?”

You giggled as you stood up, grabbing Harry’s hand. He led the two of you to the middle of the dance floor. You placed your arms around his neck as he placed his around your waist. Harry’s eyes were staring at you intently. “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” Harry whispered. You smiled as you looked down at your feet. “Shut up you goof.”

Harry smiled, placing his hand on your chin, tilting your head to look up at him. “You’re gorgeous, Y/N.”

You were interrupted by your thoughts as Lucas knocked on your door. “Are you ready, babe?” You grabbed your purse before you looked at your reflection once again. “Ready.” you whispered.

As the car was taking you and Lucas to where Niall’s and Emma’s rehearsal dinner was being held, your foot was tapping anxiously. You could feel your palms becoming sweaty as you inched closer and closer to the restaurant. Lucas placed his hand on your thigh. “Are you alright?”

You smiled nervously while shaking your head. “I’m fine.”

You weren’t. In a couple of minutes, you were going to be in the same room as Harry. You were going to finally see him after a year of cutting ties with each other. Would he say something to you? Should you say something to him? Was he going to bring up what happened that night? Is he going to talk about Kimberly?

As the car halted outside of the restaurant, you could feel yourself becoming nauseous. The restaurant looked great. It was closed for the event. You smiled at the small decorations scattered around the room. There were pictures of Niall and Emma throughout their relationship. Lucas gently kissed your cheek, “Good call on the photos.”

You let out a small shrug as you smiled. A slightly tipsy Niall and a sober Emma walked up to you and Lucas.

“Y/N!” the couple to be shouted, pulling you into a hug. You laughed as you hugged both of them. Emma leaned back. “Oh Y/N. We can’t thank you enough for helping with everything. I can sleep well tonight knowing everything is taken care of because of you.”

Niall nodded his head rapidly. “You were pretty much our wedding planner. Please. Let us pay you a little something for all the handwork you did.” He began to grab his wallet out of his pocket. You swatted at Niall’s arm, giving them a scowl.

“No! I could never take your money!” Niall was about to argue before you continued. “Niall, you’ve helped me so much for the past year. I can’t thank you enough. So think of this as me repaying you.” Niall’s eyes softened. He pulled you into another hug. “I told you everything would get better eventually” he whispered as he recalled the words he would say to you repeatedly during your falling out with Harry. You smiled as you squeezed Niall tighter in the hug. You pulled away and gave another hug to Emma.

The couple promised to meet with you and Lucas again before they went around to mingle with all of their friends and family. Lucas placed his hand on your waist. “I’m going to get us something to drink.” He said before he placed a kiss on your cheek and walking away.

As soon as Lucas walked away, you suddenly felt cold. You could feel eyes burning at the back of your head. You turned around slowly to see Harry standing across the room. He was staring at you with sadness in his eyes. You let out a shiver as it was the same look he gave you that night. You shook your head as you turned back around. You quickly walked away, wanting to get as far as you possibly could. You stepped out onto the restaurant patio. You let out a deep breath as you ran your hand through your hair.


You spun around to see Harry standing in front of you. You closed your eyes briefly, “Harry.”

Harry’s eyes softened as he took you in. “It’s so nice to see you again. You look beautiful.” You shook your head. You quickly murmured, “I can’t do this” before you pushed past Harry to go back inside.

“Are you happy?”

You halted as you turned back around. “What?”

Harry walked closer. “With him? Are you happy?” You looked at the ground before Harry continued, “Cause I’m a bloody mess without you.”

Your eyes filled with anger as you stepped closer to Harry. You poked him in the chest. “No! You can’t say things like that! You’re married!” Harry grabbed your hand, “I filed for a divorce!” Harry sighed as he glanced down before his eyes met yours. “What happened that night absolutely wrecked me, Y/N. For the rest of my life, I will always regret that night. I missed your fucking birthday, Y/N. I’ve never felt so disgusted with myself. I tried moving on. I tried being the best husband I could possibly could to Kimberly but I couldn’t. You! You were on my mind constantly! I couldn’t do a single thing without thinking about you! All I could see was you crying. All I could see was how much I hurt you. I will never be able to forgive myself. But Y/N. I fucking love you.”

By the end of Harry’s speech, the two of you had tears in your eyes. Harry wiped your eyes before he whispered, “I love you, Y/N.”

Harry’s eyes glanced between your eyes and lips. Suddenly he placed his lips on yours.

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Overhearing a confession

Hi! First, I wanted to thank everyone who takes the time to read my One Shots. It makes me so happy! :) 

This is a One Shot about Harry being your best friend and falling asleep on top of you. Unfortunately, that’s the exact time your friend decides to talk about how obvious it is that you have feelings for each other. 

Picture is not mine, I found it in the depths of Tumblr. 

It would be accurate to say that Harry was exhausted. Filming a movie taking place during world war 2 had really began to take it’s tool on his strength - physically as well as mentally. When him and the band had first started to think about taking a break, he hadn’t imagined feeling more emotionally drained than when he was touring. But then again, becoming an actor had been more something than he’d stumbled upon and not something he had planned.

When it was announced that filming wouldn’t be continued for two weeks, Harry was quick to decide that going home would do him good. He bought a plane ticket and the same evening he was back in my tiny apartment in England. I had been very surprised at his sudden appearance, given that I hadn’t heard from him for a few days and when I did, he had always claimed that he couldn’t wait to go back to America. But instead of his sunny porch in LA, he stood on my doorstep in ever rainy London. After ushering him in, Harry apologized profoundly for interrupting my quiet night in with my friend Mary, but unaware to him, seeing him had been all that was missing to make me happy.

“It’s fine, Harry,” I’d assured, stopping his ramble with one finger raised, “Perfectly fine, actually. I’m always happy to have you here, you know that.”

What he couldn’t have known was that when my eyes had found his, my heart had speed up and beat so fast I’d feared it’d jump straight out my chest and to his feet. Self-consciousness crept up on me and I wished I would’ve worn something more flattering than thin leggings and a white t-shirt adorning my torso. I wasn’t even wearing a proper bra but a simple black bralette I’d gotten for £7. Luckily Mary was quick to step in and invited Harry to join the two of us for a glass of wine on the couch.

As soon as I’d settled down comfortably, Harry moved closer and lay down beside me to rest his head in my lap. His face was nestled against my stomach and my body tensed upon feeling his warm breath against my thinly clothed skin. My friend’s raised eyebrows didn’t go unnoticed by me, but I couldn’t be bothered. It wasn’t unusual for Harry and me to cuddle and to be genuinely more comfortable with each other than other friends were, but normally no one else was around to whom it could’ve looked odd.
Harry didn’t care about that though. All he cared about was how at ease he felt since he had entered my apartment. He sighed in content when I carefully laid a blanked over him and his arms around my waist squeezed me gently after I loosely placed my own arm over his shoulders. Harry didn’t engage much in the conversation Mary and I carried and after feeling the rhythm of his warm breath slow, I knew he had fallen asleep.

Me and Mary still sat with each other, talking quietly. At some point I subconsciously began stroking my fingers through Harry’s smooth hair. It still felt strange to touch the soft strands and have them end so close to where they began, but I loved it either way, long or short. My hand gently caressed his cheek every now and again and I smiled upon remembering how nervous he had been when he had first revealed the newly short haircut. There hadn’t been any reason though. Harry was effortlessly beautiful. He always was, as well as was so warm, soft, gentle and kind. Mary knew of my feelings for Harry and smiled when she noticed my hesitant touches to his face.

“You do know that he fancies you, right?” she asked. “At least as much as you do him.”

I looked up at her with a small smile and shook my head. “Don’t make fun of me, Mary.”

“I’m being serious,” she assured, “He looks at you and his face lights up. When he has news, you’re the first person he calls. Filming is interrupted, yet he doesn’t go to his family or to his home in LA. He comes to you. Those are pretty obvious signs, honey.”

I quickly shushed her when her voice rose slightly. “Why does the time you find fit to have this conversation when he’s right here?”

She rolled her eyes. “Relax, he’s asleep. You’re just trying to escape this conversation, as you always do.”

I shook my head and focused my attention back on Harry. His forehead was wrinkled and I gently smoothed it with my thumb. His pink lips were slightly open and I admired how his long eyelashes rested on his soft cheeks. He looked vulnerable and innocent. My heart swelled at the sight and I could practically feel myself fall even more in love with him. All I wanted was to cuddle him and shield him form any harm.

“You love him,” Mary continued in a cooing voice.

“Pst!” I scolded and shot her a glare. “He’s right here, for crying out loud! Are you trying to ruin my friendship with him?”

She threw her arms up and sighed dramatically.

“I’m sitting here, observing two people completely unaware of how smitten the other person is with them and you expect me to just keep my mouth shut?”

“What I expect is that you don’t take the piss out of my feelings for him. Feelings I’m sure he doesn’t return,” I muttered harshly and focused my gaze back on his flushed cheeks. “He told me about some model from Spain he was thinking about going out with,” I admitted quietly. “He wants someone he can sleep with for a while and go on crazy adventures with, without her getting her hopes up. And that’s not me. He just has to look at me from across a room and my hopes shoot up into the sky.”

Mary giggled and shook her head. “You would sleep with him, though.”

“Shut up.”

“I think you don’t quite realize how he sees you,” she continued in a more serious manner. “Maybe you should just tell him and see how it goes. It could be worth it.”

My hair shielded my vision when I shook my head and I quickly pushed it back. Harry’s grip around me had slightly tightened and I shifted to adjust myself.

“No way I’d risk loosing him with a weak attempt at getting him to want me, Mary. I’d rather be stuck by his side as a friend than not be with him at all.”

“Well,” she took a long sip of her wine glass, “the fact remains that his head is in your lap and nobody else’s.”

I giggled and urged my heart to stop jumping so badly. With his face pressed against me I feared the sound could wake him from his slumber.

While we quietly conversed some more, my fingers found their way back into Harry’s hair, from there to his neck and from there to his shoulder. His peaceful expression brought me joy and set me at ease. Harry released a long sigh and cuddled closer to me. He even moved his legs up to completely rest in a fetus position.

“I’m gonna get going,” Mary decided as she got up and I moved to do the same, but she quickly stopped me. “Don’t. Stay like that. It’d make a lovely picture. One that you could send everyone as a christmas card when you celebrate as a couple for the first time.”

“Text me when you get home safe,” I asked her quietly, ignoring her comment and she nodded. She waved one more time before she left the room and shortly after I could hear the front door shut.
I sighed in content and focused my vision back on Harry. With him cuddling me like that I could almost pretend that he loved me. That he was mine and had returned to me because his heart had ached from our separation as much as mine had. My fingers were in the middle of drawing a pattern against his temple when Harry suddenly pursed his lips and blew out air. I shrieked at the tickling feeling and tried to move away, but his arms held me still and he continued his playful torture, only stopping to laugh.

“Harry,” I cried and pushed at his head. “Please stop!”

He didn’t move away though and I felt like a bucket of ice water had been dropped over my head when I felt his lips press against my tummy in a kiss. Or maybe it was steaming hot water.

“I thought you were asleep,” I stuttered and he moved into a sitting position next to me. My lap felt cold and empty already.

“I wasn’t really,” he shrugged, a smile gracing his lips. “Just enjoying a snuggle and hearing the newest gossip.”

My rapidly jumping heart jumped straight down to the very pit of my stomach while all the blood shot up to my cheeks. Harry still looked at me with a confident and wide smile, his eyes sparkling and my brain went through every possible scenario of how I could possibly talk my way out of this. He couldn’t have heard what Mary and I had discussed, right?

“Did you get some rest?” I asked and he frowned. “Are you hungry?”

I moved to get up but was stopped by his hands reaching forward and clasping my wrists.

“Where do you think you’re going, love?”

“To fetch you something to eat,” I answered and freed my wrists from his hold.

“I don’t want anything to eat. Come here.”

He sat up straighter and opened his arms. Though part of me wanted to leave the room and hide from his suspicious gaze, I had never been able to resist him. My still burning face was buried where his neck met his shoulder and I inhaled his familiar scent. Harry sighed and wrapped both arms around me, pulling me up so I was sitting in his lap.

“You have no idea how much I missed you, Y/N,” he whispered against the shell of my ear before pressing several kisses to my cheek. “I hate being away from you.”

Not as much as I hate being away from you, I thought, but decided to only answer by pressing myself closer to him. Harry moved his hands down and cupped my thighs before wrapping both of them around his waist. A harsh breath escaped my lips at this sudden closeness and when I felt him press more kisses to the skin of my shoulder, moving up to my neck. I shuddered. He knew. He was always cuddly and affectionate, but he might as well have kissed me on the lips and taken me to bed. He acted as if he was about to.

“Stop it,” I muttered and pressed my hands against his chest.

“What’s wrong?”

He stayed sat but his eyes followed me when I stood up in front of him and I cleared my throat.

“What is it that you were just doing?” I asked, my voice quivering. “You heard me and Mary’s conversation, didn’t you?”

Harry swallowed hard, but continued to smile, not looking guilty at all. “Yes, I did.”

I didn’t give my stomach time to knot itself and continued to speak. “And now you think that just because I have feelings for you, I’m going to share your bed?”

“What?” Harry seemed surprised at my sudden accusation. “No, of course I don’t think that.”

“You were practically kissing me!” I almost shouted.

Harry reached up to smoothen his messed up hair and got to his feet too, the smile had been replaced with a serious frown on his face.

“Y/N,” he spoke, reaching for my hands, “You don’t have to be scared, okay?”

His green eyes stared into mine and the grip on my hands tightened in a gentle squeeze. The black cross on his knuckles stood out against the pale skin.  "I love you.“

I shook my head in denial. If I allowed myself to believe him now, it’d hurt more later when he was done with me. I had watched him parade his lovers around one too many times and wasn’t willing to suffer the same end as they had. Always pushed away and to the side by him.

"Don’t say that.”

“Oh, I’m going to say it many more times, because it’s true.”

He reached up and gently caressed my cheek. “I love you and I know that you don’t believe that I mean it and that you think I’m just looking for something easy and meaningless, but I’m not.”

“You said you were,” I protested. Wasn’t that the reason why I had laid awake so many nights, thinking about what girl he was with for that night? Because he had said that he wanted to have an easy and no strings attached kind of relationship with someone who didn’t even understand his mind or care for his heart?

“Only because I was certain that I could never have you,” he swore. “When you are all I ever wanted.”

My breath hitched in my throat when he moved closer, both hands resting against my jaw and neck now. His lips looked impossibly soft and inviting and I had to bite my own in order to restrain myself from kissing them. He seemed to feel the undeniable pull between us, too, because his breath was uneven.

“Please,” he muttered, “Please let me.”

A nod from me was all he needed to lean forward and close the distance between us. His lips pressed against my mouth, feeling every curve. He moved them slowly but in a way it felt like he wanted to mesmerize every detail about my mouth. My breathing got irregular and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him down and closer to me. A low moan escaped his throat and my entire body froze, but his roaming warm hands eased my tense muscles and soon I melted into him. One hand fisted his hair, the other moved to hold him by his cheek. When I felt him smile and pulling away, my head instantly followed in search for another kiss. The laugh died in his throat when I pressed another needy kiss to his full lips, one that he returned willingly. His hands gripped my hips and he squeezed the bare skin there. When I did finally allow him to break the kiss his face had transformed into an even bigger smile than the one that had graced his features earlier.

“Does that mean you’ll go out with me sometime?” he asked, his voice husky.

My brain still had it’s doubts, but my heart couldn’t be more confident. This man in front of me, this insanely handsome and good person had owned my heart for longer than I cared to think about. He was my best friend and though I didn’t know how we would transform our friendship into a relationship yet, after kissing him all those doubts seemed to have been thrown right out the window.

“I’ll think about it,” I giggled and cuddled myself closer against his chest. He rolled his eyes with a playful huff before connection our lips once more. After kissing some more he moved his head and pressed several pecks down my neck and to my shoulder. 

“I want you to be my boyfriend,” I confessed before I could stop myself. I felt his lips stretch into a smile and my heart squeezed in relief. He squeezed me tightly and nodded. 

“That sounds like something I’d like very much.” 

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Or the one where they’re in love but words won’t come out easily.

Harry Styles - Only Angel 

“What’s wrong with me?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, there must be something wrong if all my relationships last no more than a few months.” At that point in his life, he began to believe that he had a curse on his love life, his latest affair ending a few days prior.

His now ex-girlfriend began to suffer too much from the tension his fans put her on, like every single person he had seen since he became famous. She had to shut down the comments on her Instagram profile, be careful of every pic she posted, and go MIA for long periods of time. Basically since the moment they started to date she had to live undercover, and still, people found out where she lived, sent her death threats and stopped her on the streets to insult her.

He could understand why she decided to end it, he knew it was a stressful situation but he didn’t know what to do to fix it, that’s why he kept his personal life so private, and still it was bad, he couldn’t begin to imagine what some people could do if he happened to be open about it.

“Oh. Well, you just haven’t found your right match, babes.”

“Please, cut the stereotypical answers. I know it’s hard to be around me, people give up easily. They think I’m not worth it.”

“I haven’t given up on you.” She shrugged glancing up at him.

“You’re another story.”

“Listen, bub, wanna know what I really think?”


“I think that being your girlfriend is very hard. I think that those poor girls have to go through a lot just to take a cup of coffee with you or have a normal date in general. And babe, don’t take this the wrong way, but I think it’s not just the circumstances that make them take a step back, it also you.”

“Me? I don’t follow you…”

“You’ve kinda given up on yourself too, I think every new relationship you start, you start it with the preconception that it will end up badly anyway. It kinda sets the mood of everything that comes afterward… You’re not helping them be with you, I don’t know if I’m making sense.”

“I’ve never thought about that, actually…” His brows furrowed in concentration, her point of view clearing up his situation a little.

“And add that to the fact that you put your interest in the wrong places. Over the time I’ve seen you paired up with so many people that are miles away from you, it’s like a safe play. If it goes wrong you can say ‘we were too different’”

“That’s not true!” Harry’s forehead wrinkled in a deep frown out of offense.

“Don’t make me list examples.”

“Okay, okay. I asked you for some advice not to murder me. You didn’t have to go that hard!”

“You know I can’t lie.” She chirped with a giggle.

Harry intertwined his fingers above the blanket on his stomach, sighing deeply evaluating what she had just said.

He always went back to her, no matter what, she was the only thing constant in his hazy life and he appreciated that, but for once, he really wanted to settle down. When he met someone new and started to date, they interrupted their sexual relationship and kept it clean, but somehow, he’d end up back at her front door, kind of a vicious circle.

Over the years she became a good friend, a confidant, the one that accepted him in any way he wanted to give himself, that always opened her door and never questioned his moods, she had seen him in his lowest points and promptly took him in to comfort and heal him. Someone could go as far as to say that there was something between them, but almost nobody knew about their agreement, for the whole world she was just a friend.

They met casually four years prior, through mutual friends. The attraction they felt for each other drew them in between sheets instantly, keeping the affair on for a couple of weeks before Harry found out she was struggling economically so he offered to help, and after some resistance, she accepted his generous gesture.

Until then he bought her an apartment and a car covering all the expenses, paid her university tuition and regularly passed her a check with enough money that allowed her to not work and focus only on her studies. For the kind of figures he earned, to do all of that was nothing, so he did it with pleasure.

“What are you thinking about?” She asked rolling on her side, eyes examining his lovely profile, God he was so handsome.

“I was thinking about us. How we met and stuff…” He answered in his usual grumble.

“Mmmh, you’re feeling nostalgic?” She joked poking his shoulder with her pointer finger.

“Kind of. You know what day it is today?” Harry turned his head to her and smiled with a devilish grin.

“No, but I have a feeling you’re about to enlighten me.”

“If we were a functional couple, today would be our anniversary, the fourth to be exact.” He sat up and opened the first drawer of his bedside table, retrieving a small leather box and resting it on her pillow, he bit down his lip enjoying her surprised expression.

“You’re the sweetest. Truly.” She said in a whisper with a delighted smile, raising her torso and bending her elbow to balance. When she opened the gift she saw a simple white gold band with three green emeralds embedded in it.

“Oh it’s lovely, H. Thank you very much.” She leaned in to place a soft kiss on his luscious lips.

“Look on the underside.” He was still smiling like the Cheshire cat. When she took out the ring and took a look and noticed there was a small H engraved on the outer side of it. It was such a cheeky move, he put his initials on a spot that was hidden but if she turned her hand palm up could be seen by a careful observer.

“Such a conceited brat, you are. Now I get why you put green gems on it.” She laughed shaking her head at him, referring to the fact he chose the color of his eyes.

“Put it on and show me how much you like it.” He lowered his tone and lied back down on his back, unhurriedly checking her out, affected by her nudity, since the sheet had slipped under her breasts.

“I swear, you’re so cheesy.” Her leg going across his hips and hooking him closer to her body, chest pressing to his while he closed his eyes and sneaked his hands up her thighs to her naked ass, his eager mouth capturing hers and shutting down every thought, just losing himself in her with a gravelly moan.

Harry left again to resume the second leg of his tour, she was used to him coming and going all the time, when he was in London he basically lived with her even if he had a huge house just a few blocks away from her flat, told her he felt too alone in all that space.

The kid had major relation issues, when he met someone he liked he was chaotic, to use a euphemism, he swung back and forth from being too invested and having almost no interest at all, being with him was kind of a hectic rollercoaster. All you had to do to understand him was to listen to his album, every song was about someone that kinda broke his heart and every relationship felt like it was “The One”, but eventually didn’t work out. He was so dramatic about his love life, sometimes she was sick of hearing him complain about it.

She remembered when he secluded himself and his team in Jamaica to put together his songs, he had her fly out to him and she stayed two months in that paradise, it was the first time she actually saw him relaxed and carefree. They lived in a bubble for eight weeks and during that period, she almost forgot what their actual situation was, slipping in the sweet pretend game that they were two lovebirds in a romantic getaway.

One day he brought her to the studio where he was recording one of the last songs that would go on the final tracklist, he wanted for her to hear what he had defined a tribute to a very important person in his life.

He played “Only angel” and she couldn’t contain the laughs when she heard it, her eyes sparkling with something that went a little deeper than friendship. That night they got drunk on Daiquiri’s and made giggly, uncoordinated sex inside the infinity pool of the house he had rented only for the two of them.

She recalled the sensation of the water licking her skin while his hands held her close and moved snugly behind her, her ecstatic stare lost between the deepness of the ocean and the sky. The guy was messy on the emotional side, but he could really fuck a girl.

The memory of that time together rose a bittersweet feeling in her chest. She loved him really much, he did a lot for her and she could never stop thanking him and be grateful for his presence in her life, but she knew she could never be with him in a typical relationship, she didn’t know if she could be able to handle all that craziness.

She just wanted a steady, normal, boring life, she didn’t want to fight for his attention, to divide him with the rest of the world and to sleep alone for months at a time. It was too much, and frankly, no thanks.

She wasn’t his and he wasn’t hers, they kept each other company and he gave her financial help, even if she wanted to end that condition as soon as she could. But Harry was a stubborn mule and didn’t want to hear a word on the matter, told her she didn’t have to worry on anything and to take her time to find the job of her dreams. One time she tried to sell the car to give him his money back, but when Harry found out what she’d done he made a new shiny Range Rover appear the next day at her usual parking spot. He told her that if she didn’t stop it he would’ve bought her ten cars and pile them up in front of the building. So, she took the money he gave her, used only the strictly necessary, and the rest she gave to charity, that way she felt a little less guilty.

The thought that he did that to somehow keep her chained to him had crossed her mind numerous times, and she knew it was kind of cringy but she didn’t know how to shy away from the situation without hurting him. In addition to that, their relationship was very unbalanced, she was his rock, the one that took care of him when he was in need, made him feel safe and loved up, and on the other side she had to face all of her difficulties alone, not that it was a problem, she was used to doing stuff by herself, she didn’t even ever ask for help, but for once it could be nice to be listened and not to listen all the time.

Essentially, it was all very fucked up.

“Hi baby, how’s the tour going?”  She balanced the phone between her shoulder and ear, hands busy chopping onions.

“Amazing, I’ll be in Milan tomorrow, why don’t you jump on a plane and come see me? I have a free day after the show, we can go shopping for some embarrassingly expensive Italian designer clothes, we’ll have fun.” Harry tried to entice her with a seductive voice.

“I have more than enough designer clothes, thanks to you, I don’t need anymore. I would love to come but I’m actually a little busy these days, you know. And, besides you’ll be in the UK soon, so…”

“I’m kind of missing you here, Missy.” He rolled in bed, grabbed the remote from the bedside table and turned the tv on.

“You’re missing sex. No cute fans to allure into your bedroom?” She hummed in thought resting down the phone on the counter and putting him on speakers while she kept cooking.

“Nah, I haven’t even tried. Not interested actually, you never know who you meet, better…”

“Better to pay to have it.” She chuckled finishing his sentence.

“You’re not funny, stop joking like this. I don’t want to get back on the subject!” He scolded in annoyance, the girl had a twisted humor.

“Don’t get too riled up, it was just a joke, you donut.” She hummed amused, moving around and putting a cooking pan on the stove.

“What are you doing, cooking for an army?” He smiled softly, imaging her in the cozy kitchen while she chopped vegetables and such. She had cooked for him countless times and he really loved her dishes, his chest hurting a little with a pang of homesickness while he got lost remembering all the times they had dinner sat on the carpet at the foot of the couch in the living room, spending almost the entirety of the evening looking for something to watch on Netflix than anything else.

“I’ve got some friends over, we’re gonna have a nice little dinner and hopefully I’ll get drunk on red wine. I’ve already started with a glass of that Chianti you bought last time, delicious.”

“You’re gonna have so much fun and I’ll be here all alone in this desolated hotel room, don’t you feel sorry for me?” He pouted with whiny voice.

“Oh, poor little popstar kid that is traveling the world while staying at the most luxurious hotels and making a shitload of money…Yes, Harry, I’m very sorry for you, I bet no one would like to be you in this moment.” Her tone couldn’t be dripping in more irony while she rolled her eyes so deeply her eyelashes fluttered.

“Such a twat, I hate you.”

“Okay, bye bye now, I hear the doorbell. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Love yah.” She sent a few kisses his way and hung up rushing to open the door. That night she had Nicole over with a couple of her friends that she didn’t know.

Nicole looked tragically hot like always, she had to admit that if she happened to be attracted to girls she most definitely would have a crush on her. Short blonde hair and a natural pouty mouth that plastic surgeons all over the world tried to imitate and her body had nothing to envy to a Victoria’s Secret model. Along with her, there was a curvy brunette named Amelia and a guy that really caught her eye.

“I’m Dylan, nice to meet you.” He held out his hand and she put hers in it and he gave it a strong shake that made a little shiver run down her back.

She couldn’t avoid to continually peer up at him while she offered them a glass of the same wine she was drinking. There was something in the boy that attracted her from the moment their eyes met, and she didn’t know how to interpret that. She was a little uneased by her feelings since the only one she felt attraction for, till that moment, was Harry, but they weren’t exclusive, not even by far, so she didn’t know why she almost felt like she was cheating on him. As she was setting the table her eye fell on the ring she was wearing and her thumb went automatically to the little under it.

At the third glass of Chianti, all of her concerns were long forgotten while she threw her head back and laughed a bellied one from an exhilarating anecdote Dylan was telling. She decided she would ask Nicole for his number after that evening, he was good looking, funny and acutely smart, and bonus point he graduated on her same university so they had a lot to talk about.

“Are you still friends with that piece of cake of Harry Styles?” Nicole asked curious, resting her chin on her palm.

“Yeah sure, he’s touring right now.” She answered with a shrug, covering her annoyance for bringing him up. As she expected a flow of nosy questions almost buried her, the usual “how do you know each other? Is he hot in person?” and such.

“I heard he has a huge dick.” Nicole giggled with sparkling eyes, while she almost choked on the bite of chicken she was chewing.

“Nicole!” Amelia bugged her eyes at her while Dylan stifled a laugh and sipped on his wine.

“Does he?” Nicole’s piercing stare nailed her down.

“I obviously don’t know!” You bet he does, babygirl.

“You’ve must’ve heard something in your round of people. Spill it!”

“We should drop the subject, c’mon Nic, he’s my friend. I’m not comfortable discussing these things.” She tried to avoid more awkwardness for the sake of them all.

“I think he’s dashing. Will you introduce me when he’ll be around? Please?” She excitedly jumped in her seat making the three of them smile in reaction.

“Sure I will, sweetie.”

The night ended with no more embarrassing moments and as she prepared for bed, a little lightheaded from the alcohol, her mind went again to Dylan and she smiled at herself in the mirror like a fool. She really liked him and was interested in getting to know him better.

As she pulled the covers on her body and relaxed in bed, her hand went to her phone resting next to her. A message from Harry wishing her a goodnight the only notification on the screen. The smile she had painted on her lips dropped, a sense of guilt clutching her for a moment before she decided she was being stupid to feel that way, turned off all the lights and went to sleep.

“What do you mean you met a guy?” Harry poured all the shock he was feeling in that sentence.

“Yeah, his name is Dylan, we went out on a couple of dates and I really like him.” He kept watching at her in silence, his mouth opening up as to say something and then closing without a word.

Harry was back home for a couple of days for his London dates, and of course, as soon as he put foot in town he went straight to her flat with all his luggage, intended to stay as always.

He noticed there was something wrong since the second she opened the door when he went in for a kiss to greet her and she dodged him and hugged him instead. After welcoming him in and sitting down for dinner she dropped the bomb and he really didn’t know how to take that new information.

“But… who is he? You never talked about a guy.” He empathized the last words, letting a bit of spite tinge his tone.

“I was waiting for you to come back, and it’s really new as a thing. He’s Nicole’s friend, I met him here when they came for dinner. Remember? I told to you about a dinner with friends…” She rambled in a jumble, her hands closing in tight fists and then opening back up in nervousness.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what to say actually, I’m happy for you of course… Is he treating you good?” He finally was able to put a logical sentence together, after what she felt like ticking hours.

“Yeah, he’s nice…” Her eyes started to sting and her throat closed up, she felt seconds away from starting to bawl and she didn’t know why she was having that exaggerate reaction. He’d been in countless relationships over the years, it was not something too shocking between them. The only difference that time was that she’d never been interested in anyone else in those past four years, she could understand why it took him so off guards.

“Maybe I should go to my place.” He murmured not meeting her eyes and looking around for any type of distraction.

“No, no, please stay. It’s late and I really want you to stay.”

“I don’t know…” She didn’t even let him finish before getting up from her seat and going to him to sit on his lap.

“H, c’mon. It’s still us, you’re still my best friend.” She cupped his face and searched his eyes noticing a flash of hurt cross them before he covered it.

“Of course, and you’re mine. What do you say we go to sleep, bestie? I’m knackered.” He lied a small kiss on her peachy cheek before letting his head fall on her shoulder, his arms tightening around her middle while he took a whiff of her natural perfume.

Once they were in bed she went closer and spooned him leaving a trail of kisses on the back of his neck. She knew he was feeling weird about all that situation so she tried to cheer him up and cuddled him a little more than usual.

“Why won’t you come to the show tomorrow, with that Dylan lad?” He hummed just before dozing off.

“Sure baby, I’ll bring Nicole too, she wants to meet you.” She smiled with her eyes closed imagining her friend jumping up and down like a crazy person when she’d tell her about it. Her hand going to his hair and starting to play with it.

“Is she hot?” he scoffed, face melted in the cushion.

“She’s your type, blonde, skinny and tall. You’ll like her.”

“Hey, I don’t have a type…”

“And I can do triple backflips. Shush now I want to sleep.”

She rolled away letting him move to face her, faces on the same level as they both hugged their pillows.

“Goodnight, love.”

“G’night, bub.” He leaned in and she offered her lips for him to place a soft, sweet peck on them. None of them realizing the gesture and succumbing to the slumber.

“I need to talk to you. Now, Harry.” She was fuming, anger flowing through her body like hot lava. They were all hanging out after the show, enjoying the adrenaline that came with the aftermath, people of the staff and the band having friends and family over, the backstage was always chaotically fun.

Harry has been an asshole the whole evening, barely acknowledging Dylan and shamelessly flirting with Nicole, she knew he was doing it to spite her, but enough was enough, and she had in plan to tell him about it.

“What’s bothering you, sweetheart?” He unabashedly rose his look from Nicole to her.

“Excuse us, babe.” She grabbed him by the sleeve of his precious Gucci shirt and tugged him out of the room and down the hallway, directly in his dressing room, slamming the door shut behind them and locking them in.

“Woha! Are you about beat me up?” he rose his hands up in mockery.

“Don’t joke about it cause I’m tempted. What the fuck you think you’re doing?”

“Dunno what you mean…” He shrugged in fake innocence.

“I’m gonna use a euphemism and say that you’ve been very rude to Dylan all night long and you’re acting like a fucking horndog with Nicole. Frankly, it’s disgusting.” If looks could kill, Harry would be long gone by then.

“I don’t think your friend is offended by my behavior, I’m gonna dare to say that she has no problem with me wanting to bring her home with me. And for what is worth, I haven’t been rude to your lovely Dylan, I don’t find him interesting whatsoever so we don’t have much to talk about.” He explained in a patronizing tone.

“Shut the fuck up! You’re a delusional ass if you only think I’d let you use my friend to ‘teach me a lesson’ or whatever your bruised man ego is plotting. I’m not kidding Harry I don’t like this. And I like that not interesting lad so you better start to use your manners or so help me God.” Her hands were trembling in wrath, she couldn’t believe him that night, he never behaved like that.

His facade suddenly dropped and he quickly moved closer grabbing her by her upper arms and pushing her against the wall.

“So he’s worth this fight? You prefer to discuss with me to defend a guy you barely know?” His tone has dropped to a murky grumble, his face mere centimeters from hers.

“I’m not defending anybody, you’re simply being an arsehole.” She whispered, suddenly intimidated by how hard he was squeezing her.

“Tell me something… Have you let him fuck you yet?” He wanted to stop talking, he didn’t know what had gotten into him from the moment she told him she wanted to date that guy. An uncontrolled nervousness had pervaded his being and he’d been a pain in the ass to everyone that had crossed his way all that day. He couldn’t stop thinking about them, about the fact that maybe she let him touch her or sleep with her, he felt like going insane.

“What do you care?” She tilted up her chin in defiance.

He breathed like a bull, suddenly letting her arms go and going directly for her jean skirt bunching it around her waist. His fingers laced around her thigh and draped it around his hip, opening her up for him, while with his free hand he pushed aside her underwear.

“What are you doing?” She murmured in panic, hands clinging to his shoulders. He was moving too fast, one moment they were arguing the second he was opening up his belt and fly to fuck her against the wall.

“Tell me you don’t want it and I’ll stop.” His eyes were on fire, he was out of his mind from anger and desire, a dangerous mix of emotions. 

She opened her lips to say something but he didn’t let her pronounce a word before attacking her mouth with an aggressive kiss that made her moan louder than she should’ve, all she could do was to intertwine her fingers in his locks and push her chest to his to feel him closer.

He separated their mouths and aggressively pushed his pointer and middle finger in her mouth to wet them, going so far he almost triggered her gag reflex, not leaving her anytime to think before pushing his fingers deep in her, her neck losing its strength and abandoning her head back, eyelashes fluttering in complete ecstasy.

He took his fingers out and wrapped them around himself to penetrate her with force, the hand that wasn’t holding her thigh against him, went to her mouth to stifle her sharp shout of shocked pleasure.  

Her eyes wide open from the burning sensation of having him inside her without preparation, he started to move with urgency, his hips snapping in short deep thrusts that made her vision blurry, his head buried in her neck while he was heavily panting down her chest.

Hectic was the only word that could express that moment, streams of pure bliss running on her flesh while she was being fucked with such rawness. She pushed his hand away from her lips and cupped his face bringing his mouth to hers, needing to calm him down, he was being too frantic. She gave him a soothing, deep kiss, slowed his hips circling her leg stronger till he began to move like a wave. He grabbed her other thigh too and rose her from the ground, keeping her close as he moved to the couch and lied above her.

“I’m sorry. So, so sorry baby.” He whispered on her lips and finally took his time to worship her and to bring her to a scorching, toe-curling orgasm, a small tear running down the side of her face while he reached his peak closely after.

When the storm passed, they calmed down and dressed back up, they stayed sat on the couch in silence, she covered her face with her hands and let her head fall back on the headrest with a deep heavy sigh.

“This is not good. It’s not… healthy.” Her voice broken and sad.

“What are you talking about?” His eyes shot to her figure next to him, she looked disappointed.

“Us, Harry, we’re not good together. Look at us, tell me if this seems normal to you? You’re basically my sugar daddy, you buy me stuff and give me money and I’m always there for you. We’ve created this sort of codependence that is very toxic if you ask me.”

“I really don’t understand what’s your point right now. I mean yes, we’re not the typical couple but…”

“We’re not a couple Harry!” She interrupted him before he could have the chance to finish. “Couples don’t act like us. When you’re a couple you don’t go around the world and fuck everything that moves! You don’t use your partner only for sex when you’re bored and have no one better to see. Over the years I became your emotional trashcan, you come to me, empty all your problems then leave for Los Angeles, or Tokyo or who knows. And I’m left here to deal with your problems and mine, and it’s tiring Harry. I’m fucking tired!” Tears flowed freely on her cheeks, and she finally gathered the courage to look him in the eyes only to see him bewildered and socked as if he could never imagine that those were her real thoughts.

“You go around, meet people, date them and I’m expected to be fine with it, then I meet someone I really like for once and look what you made me do, you couldn’t bear the thought someone could take away what’s yours. And you know how weak I am over you, it’s not fair Harry.” She was straight up bawling at that point, her feelings so bottled up over the years that once out were drowning her.

He shook from his numbness and got near her, shushing her cries and holding her to his chest. Minutes passed and her breath started to follow a normal rhythm while he caressed her hair and whispered sweet nothings to calm her down.

“I don’t know what to say, only that I’m really sorry I made you feel this way. Just now I’m realizing how unfair I’ve been to you but believe me, it wasn’t my intention. I love you, I could never do something to hurt you on purpose.” He truly apologized, his own eyes stinging with kept in tears. He couldn’t believe he hurt her so much, usually, he was so careful of other’s feelings but he took her for granted. Or maybe she was right and their relationship was really not healthy.

“Maybe you’re right. It’s time to end this situation.” He murmured resting his chin on her head, his heart squeezed in pain at the thought of not having her in his life the way he was used to. She was his rock, he couldn’t lose his rock.

“I’m sorry for everything, please forgive me.” He repeated wanting to know she could at least consider of forgiving him.

“I’m sorry too for what I said, I was too harsh. I was just so mad.” She sniffled feeling too vulnerable.

“No worries about that, you’re right on many points. But… why you never said something?”

“I guess I have issues too…” She chuckled wiping her cheeks while she separated from him and faced him.

“So… we’re done.”

“We’re done.” One last tear crossed her cheek before falling on her closed fist, and it was it.

After that show he took his stuff from her house and went to his, he had one last date in London but even if he’d told her he would’ve liked to see her before leaving she didn’t show up and he kept searching all night long in the front rows hoping that he’d catch her. They said goodbye over the phone, he guessed she felt too awkward to meet him in person, and he left to carry on with his tour.

Month passed and he traveled around in places he had seen countless of times by then, they kept in touch still calling each other every now and then, but he couldn’t bear to hear her tell him about how well things were going with Dylan and how she had found a new job that she was excited for.

Soon she asked for him to stop sending money on her bank account and he couldn’t fight with her on that subject because he felt he didn’t have the right anymore, but he asked her to keep everything he had bought for her as gifts.

He was lost without her, he couldn’t believe how much her presence had filled his days in the past. Jealousy was eating him up, especially when she started posting pics with her new boyfriend, so he had to avoid every type of social media and use it the strictly necessary.

He missed her terribly and he didn’t know if she was missing him too, but he couldn’t impose on her life again, he promised to himself he’d let her follow her choices and be happy, even if it meant he had to be miserable every day. 

He’d be a man and move on. 

Part Two - Sweeter than Sugar

Masterlist - Tell me what you thought

married part 7- h.s imagine

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“This hotel really is beautiful. I can see why Niall and Emma wanted to have their wedding here.” You thought out loud as you looked around the hotel lobby.

Harry nodded his head as he stared down at his lap, his foot tapping anxiously. You sighed. You had a million and one thoughts going through your mind. You didn’t know how to fit everything you wanted to say in one sentence. So you started with the obvious thing you had to say.

“I’m sorry, Harry.”

Harry took his gaze off his fighting to fingers to look at you as you sat down on the spot next to him. He watched as you played with the hem of your dress. “When you told me you were marrying Kimberly…I cried so hard I thought I was going to run out of tears. When your wedding day finally came up, I remember crying so hard seeing you in your tux ready to marry someone who wasn’t me. But. I think what hurt the most was when you found out about my feelings for you last year…you gave up on us.”

Harry bit down on his bottom lip softly, shame written clearly on his forehead. You glanced at him before you sighed, “You were a married man, Harry. Never would I ever do something that could potentially hurt your marriage. Never would I ever ruin your chance of happiness. Yes. I was in love with you. But I would’ve gotten over it. We could’ve still been friends. You didn’t have to shut me out for a year. You didn’t have to break our birthday tradition.”

Harry closed his eyes momentarily. Harry doesn’t have a lot of regrets in his life, for he thinks that everything happens for a reason, whether it was good or not. However, missing your birthday the way that he did will always be his biggest regret.

“I think all the hurt I’ve felt finally caught up to me. That’s why I said what I did last night.” You stared into Harry’s green eyes before you softly grabbed his hand. “I told you that I was in love with Lucas.” Harry grimaced as he had to hear you say you loved another man for the second time within 24 hours. “But I’m not.” You finished.

Harry’s eyes went wide. He held your hand tighter. “What?” Harry asked. You looked down at your hands holding each other as you rubbed small circles on Harry’s hand with your thumb. “I told you I was in love with Lucas.” You looked up at Harry. “When really I’m in love with you. I don’t think I’ll ever stop being in love with you.”

Harry was quick to close the gap between the two of you. He placed both his hands on the sides of your cheeks as he kissed you. You sighed against Harry’s lips as you kissed him back. Harry pulled away and leant his forehead against yours. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” Harry whispered. You shrugged your shoulders as you placed one of your hands on top of his. “We both are.”

Emma looked at the entrance. She let out a squeal as she placed her hands on her cheeks. Niall looked at her, a piece of cake stuffed in his mouth, “What?” Emma nodded her head towards the door. Niall looked over and instantly his eyes went wide.

You and Harry walked over to the newly wed couple with your hands interlocked together. Harry leaned in and gave Niall a “bro hug” with his hand still holding yours. “Congratulations you guys! I just-”

“Emma. We’re in an alternative universe. It’s just us. We need to somehow gain control of these foreign creatures and declare land on this planet.” Niall said as he grabbed his wife.

Emma flicked Niall’s head before she turned to you and Harry. “What’s going on, here?” she smirked as she crossed her arms together.

Harry looked down at your hands before he looked back at you. “Just two best friends finding their way back, that’s all.”

You glanced at your hands and smiled. Emma let out a squeal as she pulled you into a hug. Niall let out a puff of air and smiled. He pulled Harry in for another hug and whispered in his ear, “It’s about damn time.”

Harry rolled his eyes playfully before he pulled you back to him. “I know it’s your wedding and all but me and Y/N have a lot to catch up on.” Emma nodded her head as she placed her hand on Niall’s chest. “We completed understand.”

Niall leaned into you and motioned you to come closer. “Make sure you use a condom.” Your eyes went wide before you flicked Niall’s ear. “Niall!” Niall raised his hands up in defense, “You guys have been in love with each other for years! Something’s bound to happen!”

You buried your head into Harry’s shoulder while he chuckled. With one last goodbye and congratulations, the two of you were off.

You had your arms crossed as you were walking around Harry’s still bare apartment. “So you decided to move?” You called out as you stopped in front of the bookcase he had at the side of the room. “Sort of. Kimberly wanted the apartment” Harry said sheepishly from the kitchen. You pursed your lips together as you looked at all the knickknacks Harry had on his bookshelf. You let out a chuckle as your eyes bounced to each item: a tiny statue of a frog, a ring Harry used to always wear when you guys were younger but outgrew (it broke his heart when he couldn’t even wear it on his pinky finger), his name tag from when he used to work at the bakery back home, his polaroid camera.

Your eyes landed on the framed picture of the two of you. You could feel your heart rate quicken. Even though you guys haven’t talked to each other in a year and even though he still had a lot to unpack; Harry still put up a framed picture of the two of you. You looked towards the kitchen and smiled. You shook your head as you stared off into the ground while chuckling.

“Y/N! Harry’s here!” Your mother shouted from the bottom of the stairs. You stared at yourself in the mirror and sighed. You smiled and quickly frowned when you saw your braces. You sighed as you grabbed your backpack and headed downstairs. Harry was sitting at the breakfast table in the new uniform you guys were required to wear in high school.

Your mom placed a glass of orange juice in front of Harry and took her seat. “I can’t believe you guys are in high school already.” You placed your chin in your hand and mumbled, “I can’t believe I’m starting my first year of high school in braces.”

A 15 year old Harry with hair that basically looked like a bird’s nest on top of his head swallowed his food. He patted your shoulders. “I keep telling you that you look fine, Y/N.” Your mom nodded her head as she began to leave the room, “He’s right, sweetie. Everyone gets braces at your age.”

You picked up your fork and began picking at your eggs. “Harry doesn’t have braces.” Harry let out a chuckle as he took a sip of his juice. Your mom came back with a camera and stood in front of you two on the other side of the table. “Come on, before you guys are late. We need to take a picture of your first day of high school!”

Harry leaned in closer to you and smiled. You looked at the camera and smiled a closed lip smile. The flash off and Harry scowled at you. “Love, that’s not a genuine smile.”

You let out a puff of air while you leaned back into your chair. “I don’t want to smile with my braces, H.”

Harry shook his head as he turned his body to face you properly. “Y/N, I think you look beautiful with your braces and I know for a fact that you’ll look beautiful once they come off. Don’t let them hide away that gorgeous smile I love so much.”

Your cheeks were quick to blush. You turned to your mom and let out a mumbled, “Fine. Let’s take another one.”

Your mom smiled as she got the camera ready once more. You smiled, braces in full show. Harry placed his arm around you as he smiled as well.

Through your entire friendship with Harry, he made sure you never questioned your beauty or worth. He was the first boy to ever tell you that you were beautiful. Maybe that’s why you fell for Harry as hard and as fast as you did. Harry was genuine and he was forgiving. He made sure everyone felt welcomed and he made sure everyone knew how much they meant to him. You fell in love with Harry for just the kindness he had in his heart.

Your thoughts were soon interrupted as Harry finally emerged from the kitchen. In his hands was a small muffin with a lit candle on top of it. He was quietly humming “Happy Birthday” as he walked closer to you.

You placed your hand on your mouth as your eyes brimmed with tears. Once the song was over Harry whispered, “To make up for the tradition I broke.” You smiled before you blew out the candle. Harry placed the muffin down on one of the shelves on the bookcase before he pulled you into your second kiss that night.

You and Harry were sitting down on his bed with your backs against the headboard. You had your head resting on his shoulder as Harry had his arm around you, tracing small circles on your shoulder. It was silent for a long time but you guys didn’t mind. What you guys needed right now was each other.

Suddenly Harry’s phone dinged, telling him he got a text message. He grabbed his phone from the night stand and sighed as he read the text. Your eyes glanced over to the screen.

From Kimberly: Don’t forget out meeting tomorrow.

Harry locked his phone before he placed it back onto the night stand. You bit your bottom lip, mentally debating whether or not this was a sensitive topic for Harry. “How did you guys get to the decision to get a divorce?”

Harry sighed as he stared at the wall in front of him.

Harry kicked a rock as he was walking along the sidewalk. He had his hands in his coat pockets as he was looking at the ground. Kimberly kicked him out once again. She claimed that she “needed space from him.”

Ever since Harry found out about your true feelings for him, his relationship with Kimberly started to change. He feels ashamed and disgusted with himself but he couldn’t help it. After knowing how you felt about him, he couldn’t help but question his marriage. That’s when the arguments started happening. Kimberly would yell and accuse Harry of not fully being in the marriage. Kimberly even went as far as accusing him of cheating.

Harry would never cheat on a woman. Ever.

His mother and Gemma always taught him the importance of a woman’s worth. He would never do something so stupid in his life.

But did he cheat? Did he cheat emotionally?

Was he cheating when he couldn’t push his feelings for you aside? Was it cheating when you crept into his mind when he was looking at Kimberly? Was it cheating when Harry would creep on your social medias, wondering if you were taking care of yourself? Was it cheating when the only concern Harry had was whether or not you moved on?

Harry sighed as he sat down on a bus bench. He was staring at every person walking by. Surely everyone was having a better night than he was right now. As he was staring off, his eyes landed on a familiar person. He let out a gasp. His heart rate started to quicken and he could feel butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

It was you.

You were walking on the other side of the street, a bag of takeout in your hands. Harry mentally debated whether or not he should run over and try to talk to you. It’s been three months, would you even want to talk to him?

The first thing he noticed was how long your hair has gotten. He noticed that you had your headphones in. Were you listening to the latest Coldplay song because you loved the band so much? Or were you talking to your mom, telling her about the latest news at work? The next thing he noticed was the bag of food you were holding. Was it just for you? Or were you going to share it with someone that wasn’t him?

As you walked away and your body was becoming smaller and smaller in the distance, Harry couldn’t help but let out a sniffle. His eyes started to water as he came to the realization you were out of his life. Sure he brought this upon himself but after seeing you for the first time in three months, it broke his heart.

“When I saw you that day, I realized that you were the only thing on my mind. I didn’t care that I was in a fight with Kimberly, I didn’t care that I was freezing my ass off on a bus bench. All I could see was you. That’s when I finally realized I was being fair to Kimberly. She deserves someone that would be able to love her properly and I couldn’t do that when you were on my mind.”

You turned your body so that you were sitting in front of Harry. You grabbed his hand. “Do you regret getting married?”

Harry placed his other hand on the side of your cheek. “I regret not marrying you.”

From Harry: Dinner tonight, love?

You smiled as you glanced at your phone on your desk. Your coworker, Olivia, was sitting in the chair in front of your desk. Her eyebrows perked up at you, “Alright. Spill. You’ve been smiling at your phone the entire day. Did something happen last night?”

After texting Harry a quick “yes”, you placed your phone into your desk drawer. “Actually-” But you were cut short as you saw the last person you expected to see, marching up to your desk. You quickly got up, “Kimberly?”

Kimberly walked straight up to you, nothing but venom in her eyes. Through gritted teeth, she said, “Fucking home wrecker.” before her hand collided with your cheek.

eh. i liked how i started this…not sure about how i ended it lol. let me know what you guys thought/ want to see happen next! 

you can read part 8 here

From Friendship to more

As the title says it, this is once again a imagine about friends becoming more than that. I have such a weakness for that. Also, this is a concept I have had saved for ages and is dear to me. I’m so happy I got the time to rewrite this one shot. Hope you guys love it as much as I do.

Plot: Harry and Y/N are close friends and have a rather serious conversation at a mutual friend’s party.

Warnings: None aside from some swear words, the mention of alcohol and lots of feels.

Gif is not mine, yet undoubtedly beautiful.

The guy that made my heartbeat’s pace speed up, was a tall and gorgeous musician whom I had only gotten to meet by buying coffee in the same shop as him.
Harry was the second friend I had found after moving to London to live on my own. One day after work, I had gone out to a small cafe where I ran into him. We hit it off right from the moment we met and he’d invited me to join one of his friend’s parties and had stayed with me the whole time to make me feel comfortable. Despite the fact that he was a famous superstar and anything I did seemed almost ridiculously plain and boring compared to him, once I began talking he always made me feel like I was the most important person in the room. That was the main reason for me to have fallen for him as easily as I had. Now, three months after our first encounter, my knees went weak from a simple smile.

My life in London had finally found its routine and as it was Saturday, I had plans to meet with mine and Harry’s mutual friend Hanna so that we could go to a party together. She was similar to the rest of Harry’s friends that usually attended the same parties as he did and  loved drinking way past her limit. I liked to keep it to a sip, which she found boring.

The minute we arrived at the party she had already disappeared and abandoned me to greet some of the people I didn’t know.

So here I was. In the middle of a party and surrounded by drinking people I didn’t know. I couldn’t have been more out of my comfort zone, until suddenly, an all too familiar curly haired guy came into view. When he spotted me a smile formed on his face and he quickly made his way over to me.

“Y/N, love! I was hoping you’d come tonight.”

I blushed and tried to suppress the giggle fighting to break free at his unintended innuendo and instead happily allowed him to hug me.

“Hi Harry”, I greeted him, hoping the dim light would hide my red cheek’s once we pulled apart.

“How are you doing? God, you look stunning! I’ve never seen you in a dress before.”

His eyes traveled up and down my body, his green orbs sparkling and I knew that there was no way the dim light could possibly hide my red face.

“I’m fine and thank you. You look handsome yourself.”

Harry pretended to pull at an imaginary tie around his neck before breaking into a laugh.

“Are you alright, as well?” I continued, eager to keep his attention on me for as long as I could before someone else would come and whisk him away again.

“I’m good, thank you,” he replied with a warm smile before looking down to my hand, “Don’t you want something to drink?”

I shook my head. “No, I’m good. Thanks though.”

“Okay,” he shrugged, “Well, I actually came ‘cause there’s something important I wanted to talk to you about.”


I nodded but Harry bit his lip, showing his hesitation.

“Just, if we could… not here.”

His voice had lowered so it was difficult to understand him due to the loud music around us. His stare bore into me with an intensity that had my skin shiver and heart skip. My thoughts raced and I tried to come up with a reason about what he could possibly have to say to me that it needed to be said in private.

“Ehm..,” I began, “yeah, of course. Do you-”


We were interrupted by Steve’s loud voice. He was one of Harry’s acquaintances and just like him, attended every party that was held. Steve fought his way through the crowd to us and wrapped his arm around Harry’s neck. If I hadn’t known any better I would have claimed I saw a flash of annoyance crossing Harry’s face.

“I need you to hook me up with Ana-belle! Right now! C'mon!” he slurred, clearly having had enough to drink already.

“Mate, I’m kinda busy. Can’t you see?” Harry huffed.

“Pleeaaasseeee,” Steve whined, “You know how hot she is and you promised!”

Harry gave me an apologetic look and I returned a small smile. “Go. It’s fine, Harry.”

“I’ll find you later, okay?” he asked and I nodded.


After Harry  disappeared and I was left alone, I decided to mingle a little bit. That was until I saw the last person I’d want to spend my Saturday night with enter the room, dressed in a tight fitting dress with her boobs showing off, an evil smile playing on her lips.

Her name was Ciara. She was tall, thin, blond and, in want of a better word, a bitch. I had a deep dislike for her ever since I had witnessed her try to kiss Harry. He had looked caught off guard when she had leaned in and pulled him down to her, so he had pushed her away forcefully. To this day, I found it surprising but didn’t question it. I didn’t want to ask him, too afraid that he only pushed her off because he waited for a more fitting moment to kiss her.

Ciara knew about me, too, and disliked me just as much as I did her. I had once overheard her calling me the pathetic tag-along of Harry’s.

To avoid Ciara, I escaped into another room where some guy shoved a drink into my hand, claiming it’d be the best thing I’d ever drink. The liquid burned going down my throat and I grimaced, but it did the trick and calmed me instantly. That was until a certain female’s voice squealed loudly.

“Harry! Baby, I haven’t seen you in forever!”

I bit my tongue and turned to where her voice had come from to find Ciara’s wiry arms wrapped around Harry’s neck and her face buried in his shoulder.

I tried not to look at them but it was like my eyes were clued on their hugging bodies. She might not have been that pretty, but like I said, she had a body most girls would kill for and looked undeniably great at Harry’s side.

Harry’s arms loosely rested around her slim waist as he returned her embrace that lasted much too long for my liking. She giggled and cuddled closer into his chest.

“You too, Ciara,” Harry said as he unwrapped her arms from him and gently pushed her away. She pouted her lips before smiling widely up at him and saying something I didn’t hear. He nodded and replied to which Ciara threw her head back and let out a loud and high-pitched laugh.

I sighed as she rested her hand on Harry’s upper arm and bit my lip. She moved her fingers in a stroking motion and leaned in closer while she spoke quietly to him.
Harry’s eyes were fixed on her when suddenly they moved and landed on me. I quickly turned my head away, embarrassed that he had caught me staring, but when I glanced back at him a few seconds later, Harry was still looking at me. He gave me a small smile and took a sip from his beer before he looked back at Ciara, who was still speaking to him. I took a sip from my own drink, which I still didn’t enjoy, and turned away.

I tried to find something I could entertain myself, yet found nothing. Now that Harry was occupied with Ciara and Hanna had abandoned me, I felt like it was a good time to leave. Just when I was about to look for Hanna to say goodbye, my trace of thoughts was interrupted.

“I thought you didn’t want a drink.”

I looked up and my heart skipped when I saw Harry standing in front of me, a wide smile plastered on his face.

“I wouldn’t exactly call it drinking,” I answered. “It’s more of a sipping. To be honest, the drink is pretty disgusting.”

Harry chuckled, took the glass from me and at the same time handed me his beer. “I know how many say girls aren’t supposed to drink this, but I’m sure we can make an exception of this stupid rule.”

“Thanks.” I smiled up at hime before taking a sip and then handing it back to him. “If I’d have to drink this fruit cocktail for the rest of the night this would definitely had been it for parties and me.”

Harry grinned. “Too bad I could prevent that. Would have given me an excuse to find you outside events like this.”

He raised it as if to toast me before bringing it to his lips as my heart dropped to my stomach.

“Are you-”


Harry and I grimaced at the same time. Of course Hanna had to remember I still existed the second I was alone with Harry. She was leaning against one of her friends, a shot in one hand and a bottle of what looked like vodka in the other.

“Dance with us!” she shouted. I was about to open my mouth to answer when Harry interrupted:

“Sorry, Hanna. Y/N already agreed to accompany me outside for a smoke.”

Hanna rolled her eyes and shrugged, clearly not too bothered about it before disappearing in the crowd again. I raised my brows at Harry.

“You smoke?”

“Course I don’t,” Harry answered, looking at me as if I were crazy. “I’m asthmatic, remember?”

“You just said-”

“Wanted to get rid of her so I can keep you to myself. Besides, we agreed to talk somewhere no one hears us.” He nudged my side, grinning cheekily when he noticed me biting back a smile. “Relax, I’m not gonna kidnap you or anything. And we’re only going outside of the building, don’t worry.”

He held out his hand and after a second of hesitation I reached out and took it. Harry wound his fingers together with mine and pulled me towards the exit. My mouth went dry at his sudden closeness and I could have broken out into a dance at how happy I felt. Heat rose to my cheeks when my gaze traveled to the bar where I met a cold, jealous stare following mine and Harry’s moves. Ciara’s piercing blue eyes lowered to the connection between mine and Harry’s hands before meeting my eyes again. Pure hatred radiated off of her and I quickly looked away to focus on Harry’s back so close before me I could feel the heat radiating off of him. I was with him and not her. She could hate on me for that as much as she wanted.

Once outside, Harry led me around the corner of the building. I flinched at the sound of a glass bottle breaking and noticed the small group of men, obviously drunk and smoking something that was clearly not a normal cigarette, standing on the other side of the road. Sensing my uneasiness, Harry gently pushed me closer to the brick wall and positioned himself in front of me so he was shielding my body from them. He gave me a reassuring smile and I relaxed. The air was cold and I was glad to have Harry this close next to me to share his body heat. Although really, I was never not glad to have him close.

“You don’t like Ciara do you?” Harry stated, saying it like he already knew the answer.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and bit my lip.

“What makes you think that?”

He raised his brows and smirked. He reached out and fixed one of the strands of hair that had fallen into my face back behind my ear. “I saw you looking at us and since you’re out here with me I figured it wasn’t me you were sending that death glare to.”

I shrugged. “Who knows? I may have.”

He fake gasped and I grinned.

“I may not like her all that much,” I admitted, “Why are you asking though?”

Harry shrugged. “It’s always good to know who dislikes the same people as I do. Says a lot about your character that you don’t try to appeal to someone like Ciara.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh please. As if you weren’t as into her as every other guy at that party is.”

“What are you talking about?” Harry asked as a frown took over his beautiful features.

In all honesty, I wasn’t quite sure why I’d said it and yet I continued anyway, watching how Harry’s face fell with each word.

“You can’t tell me you don’t like her when you clearly enjoyed having her press herself against you only minutes ago,” I stuttered on, “Unless it’s because of her body. Which would be fine, really. She’s hot, so why wouldn’t you?”

A surprised gasp escaped my lips as my back forcefully hit the brick wall. Harry stood so close in front of me I felt his breath on my skin and goosebumps covered my arms when I pressed my hands to his shoulders to maintain some distance between the two of us. It did little though as his hands still clasped my shoulders tightly and his green eyes bore into mine with such fury in them I shrunk back.

“Why are you saying that?” he growled, “You know that isn’t true.”

Harry shook his head but released me again and took a step back, further away from me.

“Why are you speaking as if I’d be the kind of person who likes having girls rubbing themselves against their bodies? Is that what you thought of me all along? That I’m the sleazy pop star who feels up a different girl every night, just the way every damn magazine has been labeling me?”

He broke off and took a deep breath to steady himself. My mouth was dry and I couldn’t find an answer as guilt crawled up my throat, knowing I’d touched upon a sensitive subject. Harry pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Thought you knew better, Y/N.”

“That wasn’t what I was saying-”

“You implied it, though. And it’s beyond me how you could make such bullshit up in that head of yours. I’ve shown you what I’m like so that you wouldn’t mistake me for one of those asses 'cause I thought that maybe you and I would-” he trailed off and huffed as his cheeks turned red.

“Harry, I-”

“Forget it”, he interrupted. He took a deep breath and I swallowed hard when the falsest of all false smiles crept onto his face. “It’s fine, whatever. Let’s just go back, yeah?”

I frowned and reached forward to take hold of his arms, pulling him back closer to me. Harry didn’t react to my whine when he shrugged off my touch. I watched as he turned around and began to walk back to the building’s entrance. I huffed and cursed myself with every insult that came to my mind. Way to ruin our first private moment in weeks.


I jumped when one of the drunk men called out from across the street and shuddered when I noticed him making his way over towards me.

“What are you doing out here alone, little one? Don’t you need someone to keep you warm, baby?” His piercing eyes eyed me and I quickly began to walk into the direction of the door, but he moved fast and blocked the way.

“That dress of yours sure does look good on you. Reckon it’d look even better on my bedroom floor, though.”

“I’m sorry, but I need to go.”

He shook his head and stepped in my way once more when I tried to dodge him. Fear cursed through me.

“M'afraid I can’t let you, babe.”

“Y/N, are you coming?”

Harry came to a stop only a few steps behind the stranger, his voice calm but certain.

“Yeah.” I nodded and met the stranger’s eyes one more time before stepping around him.

This time he let me, probably sensing Harry’s hard stare on him. I smiled in relief when Harry clasped my hand in his.

“Lay off my girlfriend, alright mate?” Harry hissed.

The man, about half a head shorter than Harry, held up his hands. “Don’t think she would’ve made a memorable fuck anyway.”

Harry looked as if he wanted to bite something back but stopped when I squeezed his fingers gently. We turned and he led me back into the building.

“Thank you,” I mumbled, “This man really creeped me out.”

“S'fine,” Harry replied. The second we were out of the man’s sight he let go of my hand and went back inside the room where the party was held before I could say anything further.

I sighed and bit my lip. He was quick to surround himself by his friends near the bar while I stayed back. I wanted to cry. My stupid jealousy had ruined everything and I hadn’t even gotten to hear what Harry had wanted to tell me.

“Staring at him won’t get you anywhere, you know?”

I turned to Hanna who had appeared by my side.


“Saw you guys enter,” she replied, “I guess he told you and you declined?”

I stared at her, confusion written all over my face. She rolled her eyes.

“Harry’s told me that he wanted to ask you out tonight,” she shrugged and took a sip of her drink, “Don’t really get how you could say no. He’s so hot I would die to see him naked.”

“Harry wanted to-” I stopped and shut my eyes as it dawned on me just how much I had ruined.

I looked back into his direction where I caught him quickly turning away from me. Oh, no he won’t. I quickly pushed past the people mingling between us. Once I reached him I took hold of his hand and pulled him away from his friends and into the direction of the bathrooms.

“Oi, Styles!” one of his friends called after us, “Get in there!”

Harry stumbled along behind me and into the bathroom, his body flinching as I shut the door behind us.

“Didn’t know you were that strong, love,” he chuckled breathlessly.

“I don’t believe any of the things those magazines say about you.”

Harry’s mouth opened at my statement but I continued before he could speak.

“You’re so kind and heartbreakingly beautiful, especially with that short hair that suits you so well and if you want to know why I said all that about you and Ciara, then it’s because I try to come to terms with me never standing a chance when you could have her!”

My voice quivered and I looked away, embarrassed by my confession.

“I’m sorry that what I said hurt you. It was stupid and not what I meant at all.”

Harry sighed and let his body fall back against the wall opposite of me. We stared at each other in silence before he cleared his throat.

“Earlier, when I asked you if we could talk, it was so I could finally come clean 'bout something I kept a secret from you.”

He smiled softly, pushed himself away from the wall and came to stand close in front of me. I leaned my back against the cold wall behind me as he stepped impossibly close.

“I’m drawn to you, Y/N,” he murmured and gently caressed my cheek with the back of his hand. “You’re all I can think about, engraved into my mind every minute of every day.”

Unlike how it had been when I made it up in my head, there was no built up to his kiss. Harry leaned in the moment he’d finished talking and pressed his lips to mine in a hesitant and gentle connection. It felt odd at first, but then I was consumed by warmth and my lips moved easily with his as he guided the kiss, both hands holding my face closer to him. I gasped when he pulled away, my heart racing. A smile graced his beautiful face.

“The thought of you alone makes me feel like I’m never alone. You’re warm and sweet and everything good I know.”

Still only centimeters away from me, I leaned in and brushed my mouth against his once again, seeking another kiss. He moaned lowly as I bit his lip and deepened the kiss while I wrapped both arms around his neck.

“Had an entire speech prepared, you know?” Harry hummed against my cheek after we broke away once again. “Has vanished from my head now though.”

I giggled and wound my fingers into his hair. “I’m sorry. I know I kinda dragged you in here.”

“S'fine. Think the point of what I wanted to say was that I like you quite a lot,” Harry continued, brushing his nose along my jaw, “Think we’d make a pretty good couple.”

I hummed and scratched his neck. It surprised me how easy this felt, having him so much closer than anyone before. Even discussing whether or not we should get together was easy.

“I agree,” I whispered.


Harry leaned in again and kissed me deeper. His hands grasped my hips and pulled them against his own, making me gasp and steadying myself by taking hold of his shoulders. No matter how long we kissed, it never felt like it was enough.

“You’re so pretty,” Harry mumbled.

“Thanks,” I giggled breathlessly and leaned back so I could look at him.

“I mean it. How could you think I’d want Ciara?” he asked and shook his head.

I raised one hand and pressed my fingers against his red lips. “Please don’t. Don’t ruin this by talking about her.”

Harry laughed.

“Won’t ever mention her again,” he promised and sealed it with another soft kiss.


I smiled and Harry shook his head as he squeezed my hips. “Go out with me.”

My heart stopped as the words I’d always longed to hear from him escaped his lips. I nodded.


Harry shrugged. “Whenever you want. But first, let’s go show you-know-whom that we’re off the market.”

I giggled as he took my hand and pulled me towards the exit of the bathroom.

Thank you for anyone who took the time to read this! I’m not sure whether or not I should leave this be as a standalone part, or if I should write a follow up. Should you want a part two, please let me know!
Feedback is very welcome and so are requests.

Here’s the link to the rest of what I wrote:

Or the one where she doesn’t know how to be the girlfriend.

Part One - Sugar

Part Two - Sweeter than Sugar

I felt the need to close the circle, getting the impression that it wasn’t completely done, so here we are, the third and last part of Sugar.
I really hope you like it. 

As always, 

Your girl S. xxx

Harry Styles - Sweet Creature

Los Angeles had its charm, always sunny, always moving, always fun. Los Angeles with Harry was all that multiplied by ten.

Every night there was a party or a dinner they had to attend to, mixed with business so he couldn’t really say no, and outside every place they went paparazzi’s waited for them to take tasty shots, when she went out in the morning to buy groceries they followed her every step or that time they tried to go to Malibu to enjoy a weekend on the beach and they couldn’t move from their house simply because his fans were basically camped outside, so they had to sneak out at the most random hours of the day to not meet anyone.

She felt like a prisoner in her own life and Harry seemed completely oblivious to it.

Since the moment she decided to give him a chance, a real one, after she had to definitely break things off with Dylan, their relationship changed majorly, both in good and bad. A few days after he burst in her apartment and told her he was in love with her, he asked her if she wanted to take some time off after her graduation to travel with him, simply because he also felt the need to take some rest after the long world tour and all the haziness he had to go through with the movie and his album coming out.

She thought that traveling meant traveling, not go to LA and stay there. At first, he told her he had to meet some people, business-related, but it would’ve taken no more than a week and they would be out and about somewhere exotic and isolated.

That infamous week quickly turned in an entire month and she was nearing exasperation. She barely saw him, he filled his day with appointments and meetings, he had to be here for that reason in the morning and there for that other reason in the afternoon, and in the evening, of course, there was that dinner they had to go to, cause it would be rude to decline.

That evening was one of those, the umpteenth dinner party where she knew basically no one and Harry was all over the place, mingling and charming everyone that crossed his way, people swooning and melting in a pool down his feet.

That was what she was scared about all along, to not be able to accept that he would never be completely hers, that she had to divide him with the world, and those were too many people. The terrible thought that maybe she wasn’t strong enough to bare his enormous persona and all that it came with it, started to creep and infect her mind. Maybe she wasn’t enough for him. Maybe, just maybe, he needed to be with someone like him, that understood and shared his world.

As she was torturing herself with those insistent thoughts, she had stepped outside with her glass of wine on the deck of the gorgeous beach house of some music producer Jeff wanted Harry to meet and a lot of talks she didn’t care to listen on their way there. She sat on the swing bench that was almost at the end of the patio, taking off her high stilettos to give her feet a break, before pushing softly and bending her legs under her, swinging gently and enjoying the loneliness, the sweet taste of the white wine and the sound of the ocean in the dark.

She heard the noise of the party flooding out as the door window slid open and then closed again dulling all the chatters and the heinous laughs, noticing a lean figure coming out and suddenly in the dark the orange light of the embers of a cigarette was all that she could see.

“Hey.” A girl’s voice.

“Hello.” She greeted back, immediately recognizing the person that was standing close to her.

“I know you.” The woman said coming out of the dark spot, puffing a cloud of smoke out of her mouth.

“I know you too.” She responded smiling at Camille’s pretty face.

“May I?” She asked pointing at the empty space next to her to which she responded moving her legs closer to her body and patting the cushion. “So what are you doing here?” Camille asked once seated, crossing her legs on the bench and turning towards her, taking another hit of the cigarette.

“You mean here outside or here Los Angeles because the answer of both is Harry. What about you?” She shrugged taking a sip of her Pinot Grigio, moving her eyes back to the black pit of the ocean in front of them.

“Well, you know how it is when you’re in this business, you always end up running in the same round of people… so, you’re like a thing now?” She asked with no sign of discomfort or malice.

“I guess.”

“Good luck with that, my friend.” Camille leaned her glass in her direction to which she clinked hers, making a cynic toast to their shared companion.

“How did you deal with it, Cami? With all I mean, you two seemed to go so well.” She asked after they spent some time in silence, both listening to the relaxing rhythm of the waves while she finished her cigarette.

“I don’t know if I have to be honest. At first, it was all laughs and jokes and we were good but then it started to crumble down, I got overwhelmed by everything, you know, he became distant and I turned bitter. So I ended it before we started to really hurt each other.” The girl answered honestly, nothing that she hadn’t heard already.

“I just want a normal relationship, it shouldn’t be too much to ask.” She almost whined throwing back her head and closing her eyes for a minute while a wave of sadness hit her.

“I know babe, we all do.” She put a hand on her thigh and squeezed warmly. “I don’t think he’s ready for that though, a real one I mean… at least with me, he wasn’t, but the guy has a good heart. You just need to hang in there if you genuinely feel something for him.”

The situation absurd, his ex-girlfriend and his current one sat on a bench in the dark, bonding and comforting each other. If she had to stop and consider all the situation she would probably have a laugh, but at that moment, at that party she didn’t want to be, she was happy she was sat there with Camille, she was happy to not feel alone and to listen to her kind words, it gave her some type of strength.

“For what is worth, I really liked you.” She smiled glancing up at her, finishing up her wine.

“Thank you, I liked you too.”

The window opened again and an all too familiar face peeped out of it, eyes wandering in search of something, or better, someone. His look moved over them and then shot right back recognizing the two girls.

“Hey, I was looking for you.” His tone uncertain, coming out completely and furrowing his brows in confusion.

“Yeah, just came out for some fresh air. We’re ready to go?” She asked standing up and putting her shoes back on, it was so late and she couldn’t wait to be home and under the covers.

“Yeah, sure… Hi, Camille.” He awkwardly waved his hand at her to which she responded with a nod, even though they had met inside, he simply didn’t know why those two were out there all alone.

“It was lovely seeing you.” Thank you.  

“Same, sweetie.” You’re welcome.

She walked past Harry and entered in the living room putting her empty glass on a coffee table on her way in, leaving him behind her while he ping-ponged his perplexed look between her back and Camille.

“Hey, what you two were talking about?” he whispered after catching up with her and putting a hand on her lower back.

“Small talk, the usual.” She shrugged not giving anything away.

“Did it bother you to see her? I’m sorry, I didn’t know she would be here.” Harry started to ramble in anxiety, he didn’t know why but the situation gave him an unnerving vibe.

“No, it was fine. She’s a nice gal.” She smiled up at him and rested her head on the top of his shoulder, indulging in a moment of weakness and sighing deeply.

“What’s wrong?” He frowned in concern, she seemed so off lately but he didn’t have the chance to talk about it, simply because their days were so full that as soon as they got in bed they would pass out instantly.

“I just wanna go home, I’m tired.” She pouted up at him, her hands loosely cradling his hips while he circled her shoulders and brought her closer.

“I know baby, I’ve been dragging you here and there. I know you’re not used to it, thanks for that.” He placed a soft, sweet kiss on her forehead as she relaxed against him, not caring at all about the people that were throwing curious looks at them. “Let’s get out of here and go have a proper cuddle session at home.” He whispered in her hair.

“Oh yes please, that sounds lovely.” She purred, the corners of her lips quirking up in an ecstatic smile.

Harry took her hand and said goodbye to everyone on their way out, till a very frisky and giggly girl cut their way, her cheeks rosy, an evident sign of her intoxication.

“Where do you think you’re going?” She tilted her head in a way that wanted to be flirtatious but came out as a little sloppy, tapping the pointer finger of the hand that was holding her cocktail on his chest, making the liquid spill dangerously close to his shirt.

“Home, Sophia,” Harry answered flat toned, rolling his eyes at the girl and pushing her hand away from his body.

“And you’re going without kissing me goodbye? Rude.” She chuckled biting her under lip, all the exhibition cringeworthy.

The girl wasn’t in the right condition to notice he wasn’t alone so she peered her head from behind his shoulder, looking up and down at the girl waiting for the poor thing to finally understand she was making a fool out of herself.

“Who’s that?” Sophia not so gracefully pointed at her face while she moved by his side and gave the girl a strong disappointed look, her lips in a thin line.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna forgive your manners simply because it’s obvious that you’re tipsy, but you really need to step aside, I’m tired and I want to go home, don’t have any type of patience left to endorse your attitude.” Her tone so cold, Harry felt bad for the girl for a second, before she opened her mouth again, then he just wanted to strangle her.  

“Such an uptight bitch, are you sure this is what you wanna take home tonight?” She shrugged blinking slowly.

Harry heard her take a harsh breath and tensed up waiting for her to snap, eyes glued to her profile, noticing how she narrowed her eyes.

“Might be a bitch but least I’m the girlfriend and not the drunk idiot desperately trying to get in his pants. Now if you’ll excuse us, we’re going home, together. You can stay here, I’m sure you’ll find good company.” She harshly answered making Harry tighten his lips to contain his amused smile. He felt her hand clutch strongly his forearm and pull him out, walking in silence toward their car.

“Such a graceful name for such a caddish person. You’ve slept with the sweet Sophia, didn’t you?” She addressed him with an annoyed tone as they were getting inside the car.

“Well…” He scratched his head throwing her a side look while starting the engine and getting carefully in the main street.

“Surprise, surprise.” She countered irritated, resting her head on the window, eyes moving quickly trying to catch every light and figure they passed.

“I feel that you’re put off with me, but I don’t really know how to respond to that.” He started to bite down on his knuckles as he did every time he was nervous, continuously darting his eyes at her, while holding the steering wheel with a tense arm.

“And I feel that you’ve shagged half of the population in Los Angeles! Everywhere we go there’s someone that feels entitled to make a move on you in honor of old times sake and proceed to completely ignore me, when I’m standing right next to you, for fuck’s sake!” She exploded clenching her fists tight, she wasn’t angry at him per say, more at the situation.

“I don’t think I’ve shagged half of the population!? LA is big…” He tried to make her laugh but once he glanced at her he noticed her frown getting deeper.

“Not funny.” She countered sharp turning her head and fixating her stare into his profile.

“I know, I’m uncomfortable too when that happens. I’m sorry baby… but I must admit, I kinda like when you get all flustered and possessive and make them back off.” He smirked slowing the car and stopping at a red light.

Well, actually he more than simply liked it, he loved it. During the time they knew each other not once he had the chance to witness her jealousy, but since the moment they became a thing she changed, fiercely claiming him as hers anytime someone even threw an interested look at him.

“You like it because you’re a man.” She rolled her eyes, unwillingly smiling at him while he dared to put his hand in hers and lace their fingers together.

“Hey, I love you.” He whispered beaming at her before lifting their joined hands and leaving a kiss on each of her knuckles, before letting her go and starting the car again.

“I love you too…” She retaliated biting down the side of her under lip, feeling her heart swell from the deep feelings she had for him.

Sometimes at night, when she couldn’t sleep and he was next to her snoring gently, she would spend the time observing his face and gently tracing his cheek, asking herself if she was ready to be by his side and be strong for the both of them. At times it overwhelmed her so much that she didn’t know what to do with herself, and when he’d be around people being The Harry Styles she’d feel so little and doomed to stay always behind his back.

She hated to feel like that, she had lost all of her confidence and turned into someone she didn’t recognize. She felt lost, but at the same time was intimidated to talk to him about it, because she loved him so much and wanted to hold onto that to give her strength, to be enough, but more times than not, it wasn’t.

For the rest of the ride home they basked in a comfortable silence, humming along with the radio, and finally got in the garage of the splendid Beverly Hills house Harry owned, she knew the place by hand, often going there with him over the years. She took a moment to consider the fact that they used to sneak away in so many places together, a lot of times when he got papped she was with him, in the past no one seemed to notice her, but once they were out with their relationship rumors started to spread and people began to focus on her more, conspiracy theories flooding the internet asserting that they were a couple since the beginning, that he had cheated on her numerous times, someone going as far as to say that they had a secret family together but he kept going out with models to stay on the covers, one time Nicole send her an extremely long post of a hardcore fan that had put down a very detailed timeline of all their public photos, attached with tweets, Instagram likes, geotags and whatnot to prove their longtime relationship.

Suddenly her face was everywhere on the covers, everyone knew who she was, what school she’d attended to, where she lived in her childhood, the name of her parents and close relatives, and her every move was monitored like the world depended on it. It seemed like everyone in the world pointed their interest on her to decipher why’s and the how’s Harry decided he wanted to be with her.

“I’m exhausted…” She yawned stepping off the high heels and stretching her arms out as they entered the house.

“Tell me about it.” He murmured behind her, emptying his pockets on the entry table, hanging up the car keys on the wall key holder in the empty spot between the others.

When they got in their room, she stopped in front of him and gathered her hair up in a ponytail, “Pull down my zipper, would you?” she sweetly murmured while he proceeded to free her from the cage of the fitting black dress, pulling out her arms and holding the front to her breasts.

“This little number here looked really good on you.” His tone warmed up while his hands slipped in the opening, caressing up her smooth back and stopping on her shoulders while his face lowered on the side of her neck and left a trail of hot, wet kisses that stopped on the hinge of her jaw, making her eyelashes flutter.

“You didn’t look bad yourself, bub.” She grinned with her eyes closed, enjoying his sweet touch, reconnecting with him, her Harry, not Harry Styles.

“What’s happening with you, my love?” his arms went around her middle, engulfing her with his body in the unique way he knew how.

“Nothing is happening, baby.” She answered with a small voice, feeling incredibly exposed in the dim lights of their bedroom.

“Please, talk to me. I wanna know what’s bothering you.” he murmured moving his lips up and down her clavicle, her hands clutching the fabric of the dress tighter to her chest.

She stepped away from his warm hug and shimmied out of her dress, folding it on the armchair next to the dresser, staying only in her knickers, before grabbing one of Harry’s t-shirts laying around and throwing it on, going to sit on the bed above the blankets and hugging her legs against her chest, while Harry followed her actions and stripped down to his boxers.

“I feel so out of place.” She sighed deeply, observing his face and falling in love with his features every time she did so. She loved how shiny his lips always were, and how soft they felt against hers, she loved how warm and expressive his eyes were, she loved the little mole at the corner of his mouth, she loved to poke his dimples and to rub her palm on his stubble that he let grow freely when he wasn’t in front of the cameras, she loved his strong jawline and his bunny front teeth. She knew every feature, every crease and wrinkle of his beautiful face and if she knew how to draw she probably would’ve done a perfect portrait only by memory.

“You look so uncomfortable since the moment we came here.” He acknowledged going on his side of the bed and resting his back on the headboard, crossing his long legs in front of him and his hands on his belly.

“I am. I don’t know what’s happening to me, I don’t feel like myself lately.” Her voice weakened for a moment, laying her cheek on the top of her knees and looking intensely at him next to her, always getting emotional when she opened up, mainly because she wasn’t used to voicing her concerns, more the practical type that preferred to resolve problems by her own.

“I can see that… but why though? Help me understand, please.” His eyes sweet and sympathetic as his hands moved on their own to look for a physical connection with her, unlacing from where they rested and clutching hers to bring them to his mouth and pepper kisses on the back of them.

“Ugh, you’re so sweet and you make me feel guilty about feeling this way.” She growled throwing back her head in desperation.

“Can’t blame you, I am a cupcake.” He grinned, nodding his head and watching her adoringly. Every day, since she accepted to be his girlfriend, he woke up happy and satisfied, and as he rolled on his side he knew she would be right next to him when he came back home after his day he knew he would find her there.

He knew he’d been a little absent over the past few weeks but the project of flying on a private island with her had to be put on hold for the moment. Jeff wanted him to meet some people to set a few connections for his next album, producers, musicians, writers, and whatnot, and he had to oblige and to decide a schedule before going MIA for a couple of months.

“Sometimes… It all gets too much.” She shrugged talking carefully to catch his reaction.

“Don’t be so hermetic. I need words, sister.” He lied his hands on her shoulders and playfully shook her to prompt her.

“For starters, you really need to drop this ‘sister’ thing, it’s getting weird…” She giggled at his amused handsome face and took a deep breath, swallowing over her suddenly dry throat. “It’s just that you’re so… big. I don’t know how to explain it… You’re huge babe and you cast a huge shadow, people look at me like I’m not enough, like I scammed you into being with me. I feel like I’m always under the microscope, every move or word I say gets analyzed and, I don’t know, I’m kinda crumbling down under the pressure… for the first time in my life, I’m insecure about body, and that’s crazy. I get nervous about wearing a dress or putting a little more makeup on, cause the next day there will be articles or people commenting how I looked. When we went at the beach and those girls took shots of me, just hours after that my Instagram profile got clogged with comments about how fat I looked and about my stretch marks, and I know this is stupid and I shouldn’t let it get to me, but sometimes it’s just too much.” She said it all in one breath, wanting to finally take it out of her system.

Harry closed his eyes and massaged the bridge of his nose with his pointer finger and his thumb, taking slow, deep breaths to calm himself down. He wanted to discuss the matter in the best way possible to make her feel better.

“This is shit, I know it is. I have to go through the exact same thing. People watch my moves, my looks, the words I say or the ones I don’t say. They judge my partners, my family, my friends, but after seven years in the spotlight, I began to finally start to manage it and not let it get to me that much. I know is hard but baby you’ve been by my side for four years and you know how it gets sometimes, why now is too much?” Harry really wanted to understand what was going on in her head and hearing how hurt she was made his stomach churn.

“It’s true, but I’ve never been by your side as a girlfriend, I’ve always been off the grid and no one put too much attention to me, save for some comments here and there. And now that you’re taken people want you even more, like a fucking challenge to prove that they’re better than me, more pretty, more famous. Don’t think that I’ve forgotten how your fucking ex was all over you that night at Jeff’s, and the best part is that she kept throwing looks at me wanting me to snap or something.” She huffed in exasperation recalling the cringy episode the night Jeff invited them over for a pool party at his house, to which unfortunately was attending even his international model ex-girlfriend.

“I couldn’t do nothing about that babe, they’re family friends from ages.” He tried to justify, knowing in his heart that if he was in her place he would’ve made a scene about it.

“I’m so tired, bub, I’m losing grip of myself. I just want to kidnap you and go back home in our flat and hide there. I miss the old times when no one knew about us and we were free to do as we liked.” She rubbed her face, squeezing hard her eyes.

She heard Harry shift next to her and sigh profoundly, before feeling his arms surround her and make her lie down, she opened her eyes as he accommodated between her legs and observed his serious face.

“It’s been more than four years, now, and I’ve never got tired of you. Even when I was dating someone else, I compared them to you, thinking how they didn’t turn me on like you do, how they didn’t seem to understand me like you do or how they didn’t make me laugh like you do. I’m completely yours, head to toe, and I might’ve been oblivious to that in the past but now that I’ve realized how much you mean to me, I assure you that no one could ever make me doubt that. I don’t care what people might think of us cause I have eyes only for you, stretch marks included.” He smirked at her making her chuckle under him, two small tears falling back in her hair.

“I love you, Harry.” She whispered intensely, her fingers intertwining in his locks.

“Me too, baby, so fucking much.” He lowered inches away from her mouth as she circled his hips with her legs, bringing him impossibly closer.

“Please, don’t give up on me, I would die if you did. I don’t want you to get scared from this, you’re stronger than that, love, I know it. It’s me, baby, it’s always me, and I want you by my side on this, not hidden behind my back. I want to show you off to the world, to show how lucky I am for you to have chosen me. Don’t be scared, please.” He pleaded against her lips, opening his heart to her and hoping she’d overcome that moment.

“I could never give up on you, bub.” She answered before pulling him down and kissing him with a light heart and pouring in it all the love she felt for him, finally feeling that weight on her chest disappear.

“You should really start to talk to me about this type of stuff, it isn’t healthy for you, nor us as a couple.” He separated from her mouth and scolded her with furrowed brows.

“Cool it, Dr. Phil. Will you fuck me now or what?” She giggled trying to pull him back down to her as he opposed resistance staying arm’s length away.

“How crass of you to talk like that.” He slowly shook her head at her with tight lips that made his dimples pop out, an expression she liked to call frog face.

She kept laughing when he pinned her hands down on the mattress, lowering on her with wriggling brows and a mischievous light in his bright eyes. He playfully bit her neck making goosebumps travel all over her body as she squealed trying to get away from him, as his teeth became gentler and started to nibble down her skin making a soft moan roll out of her lips and her eyelashes flutter.

He freed one of her hands, blindly opening his bedside table and rummaging through it while she turned her head in that direction to see what he was up to with his face still snugly glued to her neck, his hand finally emerging with the rope he got from the sex shop and used to tie her down with. Her eyes opened wide while she rolled her body tighter to his and he took both of her wrists and proceeded to lace them together.

“I’m going on a little exploration mission and I need you unable to stop me and perfectly still.”

“You’re so dramatic.” She rolled her eyes at him snickering, her face positively glowing.

“Okay, enough with that mouth of yours, you’re in timeout Missy.” He sat back on his knees between her legs and grabbed the hem of her shirt pulling it up till it was bunched up on her elbows and across her eyes, letting her nose and mouth free, her breasts high and gloriously exposed to his hungry eyes.

“Hmmm… I think I like you better this way.” He hummed appreciating the suggestive view, tracing her left areola with his pointer finger, ending the gentle caress with a strong pinch of her already taut nipple, her knees bending up and pressing on his sides while a soft moan rolled out of her mouth.

“Am I allowed to talk, Sir?” She joked biting down the corner of her lip, rolling her eyes under the fabric of the t-shirt.

“If you keep this attitude on, no. Shut it woman so I can have my fun.” He let his eyes roam around her body, taking in every inch of her beautiful, smooth skin.

His hands laced around her ankles, crept up her shins and squeezed the softness of her thighs, she felt a sudden hard stroke on the side of her right thigh, making her arch and hiss through her teeth.

“I love it when I hit you and it jiggles.” He murmured, his eyes inebriated with his girl, mesmerized by the faded form of his hand emerging in an angry red.

She loved when he talked like that, when his arousal deepened his voice, even more, turning it in a low rumble that made her stomach tighten and thighs shiver. She felt his hands smooth around her round hips and his wet tongue licking along her panty line ending on a loud kiss on the top of her hipbone. He rose up and rolled her panties down her legs, throwing them behind him somewhere, fingers dancing on her skin making shivers run up her thighs.

“Ah! The infamous stretch marks.” He chuckled rolling his eyes up to notice the sides of her lips quirking up. “You’re giving my girl a hard time lately!” He kept the accusatory tone on, his thumbs sweetly stroking the three stripes she had on each side of her hips. She let a giggle escape from her mouth, promptly stopping it gluing her lips in a thin line.

“Baby, you can’t be mad or insecure about something so trivial, it’s not you.” He hummed, knowing that she was frowning under the shirt.

“I know, sometimes I get too much in my head.” She sighed finally realizing how silly she had been to be so upset about her body.

“I love your body, every little inch of it, and you should love it too cause it’s glorious. Don’t let these things get to you and do only what makes you feel comfortable, not what others think might suit you.” He bent down and placed a tender kiss on her tummy, keeping his journey until he was back on top of her, with his mouth hovering over hers.

“If you wanna put a skanky dress on you should, or if you wanna put all the make-up you own on your face you should bloody do that! You should do everything you want to.” He kept whispering at her making her laugh.

“Well, you’re the king of dressing skanky.” She joked, loving him more for each word he said to her.

“I’m a weak man for sheer flower shirts, what can I say.” He shrugged, finally moving the t-shirt out of the way to meet her beautiful, sweet eyes.

“Thank you, I’m so lucky to have you.”

“I’m the lucky one.” He stroked her cheek lovingly, rubbing his thumb along her jawline.

“Oooow how romantic, the only thing missing is the fireplace and us making love in front of it.” She threw her head back making him chuckle.

“I can light all the candles I own if you want to, I’ll make this place look like a fucking satanic ritual.” Harry kept joking, his chest quaking against hers in laughter.

“That’s a little too much, I think.”

“Everything for my girl, just say the word.” He nodded decisively, his smile as big as it could get.

“Such a knob.” She scoffed, her wrists still tightly together and high above her head.

“And you love this knob!” He said with a suggestive grin, thrusting his groin to hers making her feel his hard-on.

“Too cheesy, my man, too cheesy.” She rose an eyebrow at him, keeping in the low moan that tried to escape from her lips.

“Oh, shut up.” He murmured against her lips before taking her mouth in a hungry, heady kiss that made her toes curl and back arch.

Harry laced his fingers around her thigh as he pulled it high up his side while with his free hand pushed down his briefs to free himself, he wanted her badly and didn’t have it in him to take the time for foreplay. He separated from her mouth and grinned down at her dazed face before gathering up some saliva in his mouth and spitting harshly on his palm, the rugged gesture making all of her lower region pulse in anticipation.

She loved him when he was that urgent, when all he could think about was to take her hard, when his eyes burned wildly with his need and he moved harshly. She watched him bite his lower lip as his attention drew away from her eyes and went to his hand working himself up and wetting his shaft to ease some of the friction. She lifted her head up to see his fingers move up and down his length, the image blurring her vision for a brief moment, before her neck lost strength and head fell back down on the mattress as he guided himself to her and slid between her folds, tapping his head on her clit making a throaty grumble roll out of her lips, moving down to her entrance and taking a deep breath before finally pushing in, the sudden stretch making her gasp in surprise as she opened her eyes wide and he groaned down her chest, feeling her walls dance around him fighting to accommodate to the intrusion.

He let her a couple of seconds to adjust and that was as far as his thoughtfulness would go, after that he had to simply take her, elevating on her with a hand clutching tight her bounded wrists and the other lacing around her throat, squeezing to make her feel constricted but not enough to be dangerous.

His hips took her hard making his thighs slap harshly on hers and her eyes roll on the back of her head, eyelashes fluttering as she wheezed out mewls and squeals.

“So fucking good for me, pet.” Accent thick with desire and strain, his words getting to her core even more than his body slamming to hers. Her eyes filled to the brim with hot tears, that spilled down the sides of her cheeks and into her hair, her vision going completely blurry and voice cut off from his strong hand on her throat.

He kept pumping at a maddening rhythm as she was all about shoved to the brink of a scorching orgasm, her thighs convulsing uncontrollably and fists closed so tight her nails dug deep half-moons on her palms, and as she took a sharp intake of breath and got ready to scream out her pleasure he stopped and pulled away, finally freeing her throat and slamming his palm on the mattress next to her head, letting her fill her lungs with deep hungry breaths.

“No, no, no, no…” She whined desperately, feeling her body hit her peak even if he had pulled out, too much stimulated to stop herself, her knees pinning harshly on his sides as she leaned forward as to close up and contain her orgasm, her core burning from the deprivation of his shaft inside of her.

As the wave passed the tension left her body, she went completely limp and tears of frustration flooded out of her eyes, hands cradled on her chest, her teeth biting down her lip as to stop her chin from trembling.

She heard him click his tongue and her eyes darted to his face as he was sat back on his knees with a hideous grin on his face, his hand lazily moving on his length as he unhurriedly observed the flushed, fucked, hot girl under him.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?” He sneered down at her, as more tears came out of those pretty, pretty eyes.

“I didn’t want to come like that. Why are you punishing me?” Her voice delicate and distressed.

“I’m just playing a little. Don’t you like it when I play with you, pet?”

“I do.” Tone even tinier than before.

“Don’t you like it when I fuck you hard and use you as I please?” He tilted his head to the side, smirking like the Cheshire cat.

“I do.”

“So, I don’t really see the reason for your complaints.” Harry shrugged, before leaning down to place a small kiss on her thigh and proceeding to move out of the bed and stand up next to it, he rolled his boxers all the way down and kicked them to the side, after he ushered her to go to him with his hand.

She rolled towards the edge of the mattress and threw her legs out of it, sitting up as his fingers laced on her locks, gripping tightly, and yanking her abruptly down on her knees in front of him, the burn in her scalp making her frown deeply and close her eyes.

“Open.” He pulled her hair back, angling her face to him as she pliantly executed his order and let her jaw slack and tongue lied out in attendance. Harry took a moment to observe her, eyes dancing on her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes that stared at him with such intent, her plump swollen lips, the evident red marks of his fingers around her neck, her restrained wrists rested on her lap, making her look so vulnerable, when in all reality she was the one holding the reigns, she could stop it all simply pronouncing a tiny little no, he was the executor but she decided if she wanted to play or not.

It wasn’t only her appearance that turned him on, it was her unashamed enjoying of sex. She loved every aspect of the act, her every moan and scream were genuine and hit him deep on his stomach, most of all she trusted him with all she got, he could do whatever he pleased with her body, pushing her to test her limits simply because he could. Harry felt free with her, knowing that nothing could ever disconcert her, able to explore their sexuality to the fullest.

He wrapped his fingers around his base and guided himself to her awaiting, inviting mouth thrusting shallowly a couple of times to test her, after she responded with a hard suckle to encourage him he took a strong hold of her head with both of his hands and fucked her mouth strong, grunts and moans flowing freely out of his lips as he threw his head back and abandoned to the bliss.

Her eyes fought to stay open and to watch him, the veins of his neck swelling in strain as a redness started to extend on his chest, his head hit the back of her throat continuously making her gag around him and saliva dripped down her chin making a total mess of them both. He tiredly brought his eyes back to her, chin hitting his chest as he pushed her down his cock, her throat giving out and permitting him to slide those couple inches more till her nose brushed his coarse pubic hair, the walls of her throat pulsating angrily to accommodate him, making him see stars.

“Just like that, fucking hell.” A low grumble ripped out of his chest and finally pulled out to let her breath, as she panted with her eyes fixated on his glistening, dripping cock.

“You love to make a mess, don’t you?” She hoarsely scoffed, throat burning from his invasion.

“You know I do, baby.” She looked unraveled, face was blotched and swollen with crying, makeup running and smudged black under her eyes, chin and mouth soaked and lips swelling up two times their normal volume.

“Wait here.” She was too beautiful to let that image slip, he moved away from her going to the dresser, one hand protectively cupping his hard cock and keeping it against his stomach, as he opened the first drawer and retrieved his camera, he turned around and met her smiley face.

“Wanna take dirty shots, huh?” she chuckled, feeling her arousal spiral in her tummy at the idea of him photographing her in such an intimate way.

“Want to capture how pretty you look when you suck my cock.” He murmured, smirking mischievously and switching on the camera as he walked back to her. He pointed the lens at her face taking a test shot of her fascinating features while she caught her lip between her teeth, he didn’t even look at the shot and proceeded to wrap his hand on him again and nudge her lips with his tip, the camera snapping again.

She could only see his luscious mouth and his brows knit together in concentration, as she pointed her naughty stare at the camera and teased his head with the tip of her tongue, making him take a harsh intake of breath while she pushed away his hand and replaced it with her own and took full control of the situation, starting to perform for him, she pushed him against his stomach and licked his entire length from base to top, lining him up again and sucking him in her hungry mouth as she hollowed her cheeks and kept him in a hard suck. She rested a hand on his hip and noticed the increasing rhythm of his breathing, as the shutter of the camera went on and on.

“Fuck, you look so fucking filthy.” He moaned lowering the camera off his face, as his free hand wrapped on her upper arm and tugged her upright, her knees weakened and threatened to let her tumble down before he caught her with a steady arm around her middle.

“Bend down on the bed for me, baby.” He whispered on her lips, stealing a hot kiss before urging her to get in position.

He was moving so fast she didn’t have the time to understand what was happening before she found herself bent down on the edge of the bed with her ass up high and her cheek pressed to the mattress, he lined to her and penetrated her with force, keeping his thrusts short and deep, the curve of her ass sitting perfectly on his hips, his free hand clutching harshly her hip for support. He was in trance looking through the camera his cock disappear in her as she took him so good, he kept taking shots of her, his free hand moving to her ass and pressing against her with his thumb, eliciting a bellied moan that spiraled in his chest and made his head spin.

She bit down the flesh of her own arm to stop her deafening shout, he was completely assaulting her and she was coming undone to the seams, trying to keep it together. His cock hitting her spongy, sweet spot that was making her see white dots and her head turn to mush as he kept his pounding rhythm.

“Do you want me here, baby girl?” He panted above her putting more pressure on her ass till the tip of his finger slipped in, finally launching the camera on the bedside table and giving her two hard slaps on her left cheek, her eyes rolling back in elation.

“Y-yes.” She whispered with a sigh.

“What’s that, angel? Couldn’t hear ya.” He slowed his movements in a deep grind eliciting a deep purr of delight from her.

“Yes, please.” She repeated, her eyes closed and brows pinched together, all she could think was to have him inside of her in that way and how full he made her.

“Say it right baby girl, c’mon.” He spurred wanting her words, he loved to hear her talk dirty.

“I want you to fuck my ass, please Harry, please, please.” She started to plead frantically, feeling that she could completely lose her mind if he didn’t oblige soon.

“That’s my good girl.” He granted pulling out and resting his hands on her cheeks to spread them even more, spitting on her to lubricate her, his fingers spreading his saliva around and using his middle one to push in the moisture, till he could slip it in easily, soon his pointer finger joined and he started to scissor them to stretch her out, until she was a squirming, writhing mess under him, her noises going completely out of control.

Harry removed his hand and took his shaft between his forefinger and thumb and watched entranced as he lined up to her and slowly but surely inched inside, his tip disappearing with a surprised gasp from her.

“You’re okay?” He asked in a hum, his hands stroking sweetly her cheeks, as he felt his entire skin prickle with streams of electric bolts that started from his center and spread all over him.

“Yes…” She countered in a breathy moan as she sensed him slip inside leisurely, his girth feeling impossibly big that way. 

He backed off for a few inches and pushed back, taking her slow but deliberate, her tightness easing some each thrust. He felt her walls clutch him snugly as the feelings traveled in his belly in tingles and knotted together adding up to the tension and bringing him closer and closer, every time he took her he touched something that made her toes curl and her stomach coil.

“Oh my God, baby…” Harry groaned letting his head fall back in complete bliss taking her with more intent, enough to make their skin clap every time he thrust in, his hand rounding her hip and going to her swollen clit to tap it with vengeance till she squeezed her eyes shut and screamed so loud he was scared the neighbors heard her.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. C’mon, baby, come for me…” He groaned and took harder, fingers moving hastily on her clit till her whole body started to tremble and he had to wrap an arm around her middle and to bring her to his chest to contain her convulsions, her eyes going completely white as he kept taking her ass and driving her insane with the stimulation, his fingers sliding down and pushing three inside of her without hesitation, driving her to complete delirium.

“Yes, fuck me, fuck me.” She kept chanting with her head rested on his shoulder while he bent his neck down and took her tongue as hard as he was doing with her body, his whole arm rocking up and down and shoving her to a mind-numbing, full body orgasm, a scream ripping out of her chest as she abandoned her body to the strong waves that were shocking it.

“That’s it, baby, keep going… fuck.” He felt like combusting when her orgasm hit her, already knowing it would be a big one, he had seen her like that numerous times and loved the way she came from him, unashamed and wildly.

Harry had to pull out and hold her to him with both his arms to restrain the violent trembles, as her fastened hands were looking for something to hold onto and not finding it she scratched down the skin of her own thighs, as she kept coming and babbling incoherent jibberish, he moved her to lie down to the bed on her side as he adjusted behind her, taking a hold of her outer thigh and pushing it up against her chest as he slipped back inside of her, feeling seconds away from hitting his peak.

Her noises became even more primitive as she grew impossibly sensitive, shocks of pleasure still hitting her core, she felt him move behind her and become increasingly louder as he neared his orgasm. When he fucked her that way she could distinguish every twitch and shudder that went up his cock, able to feel him more than she could usually do, his fingers clutching at her hip with force as he abandoned his head on the pillow and closed his eyes, grunts and moans spilling from his lips freely as his hips drove with more aggression and his pleasure overtook him, “Fuu- Oh, God,” she felt him spill inside of her as he grunted loudly around his release, the whole experience making shivers run up and down her body.

He stilled inside of her as he caught his breath against the back of her neck, and she let her body relax on the sheets.

“I fucking love you.” He exhaled, feeling his whole body hum in satisfaction as the tips of his fingers had gone completely numb.

“I do too, but you need to pull out now.” She patted on his forearm that was around her waist hearing him snicker before inching carefully out, feeling the slow trickle of his release following after. “It’s still so weird when it’s over.” She twisted back to meet his face noticing his glassed over eyes, looking intensely his come leak out of her.

“Not weird for me, I love it.” He hummed, giving her a shallow slap where her thigh and cheek met, his hand going to the rope restraining hers and swiftly freeing her and settling in a comfortable position behind her, laying a tender kiss on her shoulder and engulfing her in his bear hug, before sighing happily.

She rubbed her bruised wrists with a wince, knowing she would have to put a lot of bracelets on the following days to cover the marks, maybe she could bandage them and say she had a tendinitis going on or something like that, as she had done in the past. 

“It’s me and you, baby. I’ll always be by your side.” He kept talking against her shoulder, hugging her stronger. The need to reassure her once more still present in his mind, he just showed her how much he needed and wanted her mentally and physically. For once in their relationship, he was the one making the promises, assuring he’d always be there for her no matter what and she couldn’t help but feel hope blossom in her chest.

She trusted and loved him to the extreme and if the price to have him was to learn how to share him, she would do just that, knowing that at the end of the day he would always come home to her.

And that was enough.

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Yacht love.

Authors Note: This was requested, “idk if you are taking requests for Harry sorry for bothering you if you aren’t, but could you write an imagine where the boys and Harry your boyfriend of 3 yrs rented a yacht like they always do and you go on it with them and Harry is being clingy (but in a cute cuddly way constantly holding your hand, arms around you, head on your shoulder,kisses,etc) and he barely even interacts with the boys because he is so drawn to being with you and they call him whipped but he doesn’t care bc he loves y/n.” Here is what I came up with, it is not the best, and it was pretty hard to include the boys’ but I tried. I hope you enjoy. Xx

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At first, you were sceptical about the idea of setting off on a yacht with Harry and his old band mates. Their hiatus has been a prolonged hiatus, lasting the last four and a half years, all of them going off and doing their own thing, starting families, starting solo music careers, living the life they all individually want.

It took a lot of convincing for you to agree to the outing, not for any reason but the fact that the boys’ have no reunited all together for anything other than music events as solo artists. They have cheered each other on from the sidelines, but never have they all hung out at once for anything other than music, there is always some sort of issue when a social gathering is brought up.

They decided to rent a yacht like old times, when things weren’t so rough, when they weren’t off doing their own things, they’d rent out a yacht and breathe, they’d have a few drinks, throw around some banter, and laughs. It was more of a ‘Boys’ outing more than anything. But, since Niall declared he was bringing his girlfriend, you gave in and complied.

You relax on the sun deck, soaking in the sun for a sun-kissed tone, Niall’s girlfriend doing the same as the boys’ do only God knows what, probably causing havoc below deck.

You feel the sun fade away, a shadow casting over you as you open your eyes, your boyfriend of three years standing over you, blocking the sun. “You are blocking the sun.” You comment, sitting up and lifting your sunglasses to rest on the top of your head, a habit that Harry managed to rub off on you.

“Mhm, you goin’ to lie here all day?” He raises a brow, smirking as you take the moment to admire his shirtless body, his toned abs, and his tattoo covered skin.

You shrug, a small grin etching on your lips, “maybe, you going to stand in the sun all day?”

“Maybe.” He smiles, leaning down and kissing you sweetly, the two of you being interrupted by a row of cheering. “Damnit,” Harry mumbles against your lips, moving away from you. You glance over and notice the boys joining on the sun deck, beers in their hands, sunglasses on heads.

“Did all of you copy the trend of wearing glasses on your head?” You question, “They are meant to cover your eyes.” You playfully fool around with them as they scatter around on the other sunchairs.

“Yes, Harry is the only one to wear sunglasses on his head.” Niall nods, gesturing to Harry as he continues to stand over you, obstructing the sun from your body.

“Harry, can I have the sun back, please?” You gaze up at him. With a sigh, he nods, sitting down at the end of your sunchair wanting to be close to you.

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married part 8- h.s imagine

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You held your cheek in shock as you stared at Kimberly in front of you. You watched as her chest was breathing hard. You noticed how her eyes that were once filled with anger and frustration faded into sadness.

The security guard that worked on your office floor quickly ran up to the commotion. Your coworker, Olivia, was quick to yell at him for “Not coming fast enough” and motioned for him to take Kimberly away.

As the guard placed his hand on Kimberly, asking her to come with him, Kimberly looked at you and whispered, “I’m sorry” before she followed him to the elevators. As you watched Kimberly leave, Olivia and the rest of your coworkers were quick to check up on you. Olivia inspected your cheek while she exclaimed, “Crazy bitch! What the fuck was that? Are you okay?”

As soon as the elevator doors opened, you ran out, hoping Kimberly was still in the building. You instantly saw her walking out the doors. “Kimberly!” You shouted before you ran after her. Kimberly turned around at the calling of her name. When you finally caught up to her, she sighed. She wrapped her arms around herself. For the first time since you’ve known Kimberly, this was the fist time she ever looked vulnerable. She always walked around with such confidence and a “No shits given” attitude but as you were staring at her, all of that was gone.

Kimberly instantly saw your red cheek from where she slapped you. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to slap you like that. Especially in front of your coworkers.” Kimberly softly said as she stared at ground. You quickly shook your head. “It’s okay” You assured her before you placed your hand on her arm. “Is everything alright?”

Kimberly looked at your hand before she looked up at you. Suddenly she let out a small cry before she wrapped her arms around you, pulling you in for a hug as she cried into your shoulder. Your eyes went wide before you slowly returned the hug. You noticed the people walking by the two of you were staring and probably wondering why a girl was sobbing in another girl’s arms in the middle of the sidewalk.

“Shh. Shh. Come on. Let’s talk.” You said.

You gave Kimberly a couple of tissues before you sat down on the couch next to her. You lead Kimberly back into your office building. As the two of you were sitting down in the lobby, her sobbing stopped but her tears continued to spill. Kimberly was grabbing the ends of her hair while you mentally debated what you should say.

Kimberly was the first to break the silence. “Harry told me that you guys rekindled last night in our meeting today.”

Your cheeks went red as your mouth opened in shock. You couldn’t believe Harry would tell her something happened when you didn’t even know for yourself what was going on between the two of you. Kimberly glanced at you before looking away. “He told me how you guys reconnected at Niall’s wedding last night.”

Harry walked into the conference room with a smile on his face as he read your latest text to him. Not only was he happy he had his best friend back, he could finally tell you all the things he wanted to tell you but couldn’t because of his feelings for you. Kimberly was sitting one one side of the table her lawyer while his lawyer was sitting on the other side. Harry looked over at Kimberly with a lopsided grin as he took his seat. “Kimberly, how are you, love?”

Kimberly was staring at Harry with her eyebrows raised. Out of all the meetings they’ve had so far with their lawyers, Harry was never this happy. This was always a serious matter and here he was acting like he was walking on cloud nine. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Harry sent one last text to you before he put his phone away. “Nothing. Let’s start.”

After the meeting, both lawyers stepped aside to go over last minute decisions and details. Kimberly was picking up her purse, getting ready to leave when Harry gently placed his hand on her shoulder. Kimberly turned around to her almost ex-husband. Harry scratched the back of his neck while he thought carefully how to word what he was about to say.

“Kimberly, love, I know these meetings have been hard. It’s been tough for the both of us.” Harry said as he looked at someone he once thought he was going to spend forever with.

Kimberly nodded as she clutched on to her purse tighter against her body. Harry continued, “I just wanted to tell you that I recently got back in touch with Y/N. We were at Niall’s wedding together last night.” Harry smiled as he thought about the night you guys spent together last night. “And I just want you to know that she’s not the reason we’re getting a divorce. I just feel like we both rushed into things by getting married. We weren’t ready-”

When Kimberly heard your name, she couldn’t hear anything else. She didn’t listen to Harry’s excuse on why he asked for a divorce. She didn’t care. All she could see was red. She knew telling Y/N to stay away from Harry was a good idea. Now look what happened when Y/N didn’t listen. Harry was asking for a divorce because of Y/N. This was all Y/N’s fault.

Kimberly stared at her ring finger that once had the most beautiful ring could ever ask for. She sighed as she wiped away her tears with the sleeve of her sweater. “Harry and I…we were so happy. I only agreed to the divorce because I was hoping that Harry would somehow come to his senses and realize he was making a mistake. I was hoping that he would realize he loved me.”

You looked into Kimberly’s tearing eyes, beginning to feel nothing but guilt. Kimberly continued, “But when he told me about you coming back? I thought this was it. Harry’s going to get a divorce and be with you.” Kimberly placed her face into her hands and let out a sob. “I just feel like such a failure.”

Hesitatingly you scooted closer to Kimberly and placed your arms around her, pulling her in for a hug. Kimberly returned the hug as she continued into your shoulder.

You rubbed her back soothingly as you closed your eyes and sighed. You remembered clearly to the day that Kimberly told you to stay away from Harry. You remembered feeling so angry at her for even thinking about saying such of a thing to you. Now, as you were looking at the girl afraid she was losing her husband, you realized it wasn’t a threat; it was Kimberly’s way of crying for help.

You pulled away from the hug and held her at arm’s length. “I’m going to fix this, okay?” You pulled her in again and sighed as you hugged her. “I’m going to fix everything…”

Harry wrapped his arms from behind you as you were taking the takeout boxes out of the bag. He sighed contently as he buried his face into the crook of your shoulder.

Having Harry holding you like this should’ve made you smile. You should’ve felt butterflies in your stomach but for now all you felt was guilt and a bitter taste in your mouth. You gently shrugged Harry off as you grabbed two plates from the cabinet.

Harry proceeded to bring the boxes of food to the dining room table. “How was your day, love?” You sighed as you took your seat across from him. You stared at Harry as he began to put food on his plate. You bit your lip before you asked, “What are we doing, Harry?”

Harry paused as he was taking some rice out of the box before he continued. “We’re having dinner.” Harry said as he gave you a playful look.

You shook your head as you leaned in closer. “No. What are we doing, Harry? You’re married.” Harry stuck his finger at you as he corrected you, “Getting a divorce.”

“Yes. But still married.” You shot back. Harry sighed as he put his plate down. You glanced between his eyes and his plate. “Kimberly stopped by my office today.”

Harry’s eyes went wide before you continued, “She was in tears, Harry.” Harry sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair. You whispered, “She told me she thought you guys might still have a chance.”

Harry reached over and placed his hand on top of yours. “Love, I’m sorry that you’re in the middle of this. I’m sorry that she came and talked to you. I’ll bring that up the next meeting we have but please believe me when I say I want to pursue a relationship with you.”

You took your hand out of Harry’s hold as you got up from the table. “Is that fair when you haven’t even pursued your marriage with Kimberly?”

Harry stood up as well and began walking towards you. “Marrying Kimberly was mistake. It was stupid on my part when I knew I had feelings for you. I should’ve been all in it if I was marrying someone.”

You looked down at the floor as you wrapped your arms around yourself. “Before you knew about my feelings for you, you were all in it. You believed that you were going to be with Kimberly for the rest of your life.”

Harry opened his mouth but you were quick to say, “Because of me, I ruined someone’s marriage. I hurt Kimberly. I ruined everything for her. I’m a home wrecker.”

Harry shook his head quickly as he placed his hands on your arms. “Love, you didn’t ruin anything. Our marriage was going to end eventually.”

You shook your head. “You don’t know that.”

Harry closed his eyes momentarily. “I do know it! Because throughout my whole marriage, all I could think about was you! All I could see when I was looking at Kimberly was you! Kimberly was a distraction from you!”

As you listened to Harry’s words you couldn’t help but tear up. You have loved Harry for so long and hearing him say the words you’ve always wanted to hear; you couldn’t enjoy it. Instead your mind drifted to the girl that was crying in your arms today. You couldn’t help but think what if it was you on the other side? What if you were in Kimberly’s shoes? What if you were marrying Harry and you truly, truly thought you guys were going to be together for the rest of your life? What if deep down, Harry wasn’t happy and wanted to be with someone else?

How could you do that to someone?

Harry was staring into your tear filled eyes, trying to get an idea of what was going on in that beautiful min of yours. You looked at Harry and shook your head. “I can’t do this.”

Harry’s mouth fell open. He could hear his heart physically breaking at the thought of losing you again. “Whatever is going on between us, I can’t do it. I can’t do that to someone.”

Harry’s eyes began to fill with his own tears. “So we’re back to where we started? We’re going to go back to not talking for a whole fucking year?”

You placed your hands on Harry’s cheeks in hopes of calming him down. “I can’t go back to that. Not having you in my life was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

Harry placed his hand on top of yours as he let out a sniff. You wrapped your arms around Harry, pulling in for a hug. He let out a shaky sigh as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “So what does this mean for us?”

You let out a chuckle as a very tanned Emma and Niall took a seat across from you. “You guys look great!” You laughed.

Emma smiled. “Hawaii was awesome! Everyone is so nice there and the food-”

“So how are things going between you and Harry?” Niall said with a smile on his face. When Niall and Emma got back from their honeymoon, they immediately wanted to catch up. You sighed as you thought about what happened a couple nights ago. After telling Harry you couldn’t be with him romantically, the two of you vowed to be what you guys knew best; best friends.

It was definitely hard. There were times when you looked at Harry and just wanted to feel of his lips on yours again. There were times where the two of you were cuddling while watching a movie and you just wanted to tell him how much you loved him but you couldn’t.

You proceeded to tell Niall and Emma everything that happened. You told them how Kimberly came into your office and slapped you, you told them how she cried in your arms in the lobby, and most importantly you told them your decision to remain friends with Harry.

When you finished talking you noticed how both Niall and Emma were quiet. Niall had his arms crossed as he stared away from you while Emma had her mouth closed. Emma shrugged her shoulders and let out a sigh, “I suppose. If this is what you want, Y/N.”

You were about to respond before Niall interrupted abruptly. “No. No Y/N. You’ve wanted Harry for years. And once you finally have the chance to be with him, you throw it away to spare someone you don’t even like? Kimberly has always been awful to you! She’s threatened you, she’s horrible to you and you respond by letting her walk all over you? No. This isn’t fair. Why does her feelings trump yours?”

You were staring at your lap as Emma softly placed her hand on top of Niall’s. “Honey, calm down.” Emma said softly.

Niall shook his head. “Y/N. You’re one of my best friends. I’ve seen you hurt for so long and I’ve seen you put others before yourself. You’re a good person, Y/N. I can’t just stand back and watch you throw your happiness away. I know, Emma knows, everyone with eyes knows that you and Harry belong together. What’s stopping you?”

You let out a sigh as you finally looked up at Niall. “I’m scared of being with Harry.”

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- harry is embarrassed of Y/N -

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Her shaking form stood in the doorway of his bedroom, staring at the scene in front of her until her eyes forced themselves to look to her jacket, strewn carelessly across the lampshade next to it. Her breathing hiccupped, pulling Harry’s attention to her immediately.

Harry had come up with an (in theory) full-proof idea that would help both his conscious and her self confidence (keep in mind- in theory). This idea involved him texting her at precisely 7:30pm to tell her that she left her jacket at his house and that it’d be in his bedroom- where he was. She typically goes to her own house when the week starts because she wants to avoid commuting to work all the way from Harry’s house, so it would be easy for her to pop back in and grab her jacket before leaving ten minutes later. She was a waitress- a right amazing one, at that. He’d seen her in action before and could confirm that she was dedicated to her job (or just wanted more tip money, which was understandable), which is why he also knew she wouldn’t leave early so she could come get the floppy-fabric-ed material she used for warmth.

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Choosing Her

description: y/n overhears harry sticking up for her when he is questioned on their relationship and encouraged to be unfaithful to her.

word count: 1,347

warnings: profanity

a/n: there are a few writings out there where y/n hears harry talking negatively about her, so I thought I would try something similar with a different approach!! ALSO i love grimmy and know he would never be like this but please use ur imaginations xoxo love u all!! 



As her eyes flutter open, her hazy mind becomes confused at the sound of faint voices audible within her home. Once her grogginess fades and is replaced with clarity, she distinguishes Harry’s deep voice speaking softly within the kitchen of their cozy home. The sound of his voice causes a wave of relief to wash over her body, for there is no greater sense of security than when she is with him.

She groans as she rubs her hand over the right temple of her head. She had only been at work for approximately an hour before she called Harry to pick her up, for an agonizing pain had developed in her head and she could hardly function due to the throbbing ache. Harry had safely transported her back to their shared home and had gently assisted her towards their bedroom. Once he shut the blinds to block out the light, he had tucked her into their cozy bed and left a tender kiss upon her cheek before returning to the studio.

Hearing Harry’s voice engage in a conversation with several other individuals, she realizes that Harry must have invited his band mates back to the house following their session in the studio. They have a tendency to do this, particularly after an exceptionally great day in the studio. Sometimes he would ask some of his other friends to come along as well, and before you know it, their house is filled with Harry’s greatest friends. She is used to having them over, and in fact, she thoroughly enjoys being around his friends. Those that Harry loves quickly became her loved ones as well, and she could not imagine not having them in her life.

She slowly eases herself from the comfort of her bed and gradually makes her way towards the bedroom door. On any other night, she would put in a little effort to improve her appearance and clothe herself in something other than her Pyjamas. On this night, however, all she wants is to sneak into the kitchen so she can pour a steaming cup of tea and then return to the warmth within her fluffy bed.

However, as she quietly descends down the stairs, her body freezes at the sound of her name being brought up in the conversation. She slowly lowers herself to sit upon the stairs, hiding herself from the view of Harry and his friends. She can clearly hear their conversation from the stairs, and she can even see slightly into the kitchen where they have all gathered.

“How long have you and Y/N been together now?”

Fixating upon the raspy voice, she recognizes it to belong to Mitch Rowland, a member of Harry’s band and one of his greatest friends. She has always gotten along really well with Mitch, and she considers her and Mitch to have a special bond unlike the ones that she has with the rest of Harry’s friends.

Peeking into the kitchen, she can see her handsome boyfriend dressed in his favourite black NY sweater and casually leaning upon the island in the middle of the room. She cannot help the butterflies that stir within her stomach at the sight of his striking appearance.

“Urm, it’s been almost two years,” Harry responds before taking a large swig of his beer.

She then hears Adam jump into the conversation. “Must be a record for you then, huh?”

Harry chuckles in response. “Definitely my longest relationship,” Harry confirms while lightly nodding his head. “Haven’t made it half as long with anyone else.”

A large smile involuntarily jumps to her face. She feels like the luckiest girl in the world, for she is the girl that Harry had settled down with. He had told her numerous times that what they had with each other was unlike anything he had ever had before, but hearing him also confirm this with his friends makes it feel even that much more real.

And then she hears Nick Grimshaw contribute to the conversation.

“That’s because you were happy with one night stands and late night booty calls.”

It’s not that she doesn’t like Nick. In fact, her and Nick are good friends and get along really well with one another. But Nick is the type of friend that loves to be a bad influence and create drama. She adores Nick, but she also knows that he is not one of Harry’s friends that she can particularly trust.

“Seems like an entire lifetime ago,” Harry mumbles.

“It must have been hard to give up it all,” Nick taunts. “You know, giving up all of the women throwing themselves at you just to have the same girl each night.”

She feels her eyebrows furrow in disappointment at the turn of the conversation.

She watches the curls of Harry’s head bounce as he nods his head in agreement.

“It was hard,” Harry says, “But definitely worth it.”

“So you’re telling me that you don’t ever feel trapped?”

Harry laughs loudly, as if that is the most absurd thing that he has ever heard. 

“Fuck no,” Harry responds. “I don’t know, man, it’s hard to understand if you’ve never experienced it.” 

“Experienced what?”

“Being really fuckin’ in love, I guess.”

Her heart nearly jumps through her heart at his words. She feels completely giddy and on cloud nine, almost as if she is sixteen years old and returning home from her very first date. Unable to wipe the smile from her face, she does not fight it from beaming.

“So I guess you aren’t going to meet up with Kendall then?” Mitch assumes.

“Definitely not,” Harry answers. “I didn’t even reply to her message.”  

“Wait, what message? Are we talking about Kendall Jenner?” Nick asks, sitting forward on the chair in anxiousness at the juicy gossip.

She, too, wonders what message Harry could be referring to. She feels her heart thumping loudly within her chest, completely overcome with uneasiness at the conversation.

“Kendall wrote Harry asking to meet up at her hotel room when she is in London next week,” Mitch explains.

She watches as Harry lifts his beer bottle to his mouth, clearly striving to withdraw from the conversation. He slightly turns his body to peer over his shoulder, ensuring that she is not nearby and able to hear the conversation. Little does he know, however, that his girlfriend is only feet away, striving to hold back the tears that threaten to fall down her cheeks.

“Holy shit!” Nick exclaims. “Are you going to do it?”

A stern appearance crosses Harry’s face. “I have a girlfriend, Nick.”

“I mean, Y/N doesn’t have to find out.”

Harry shakes his head, adamantly. “I’m going to tell her about it,” Harry announces. “I am just waiting for her to feel better before I do.”

But he didn’t need to. Although it is not exactly what she had wanted to hear, she has never felt as confident in Harry as she does in that moment. Her mouth pulls upwards into a proud smile before she decides that she does not need to hear anything further. Pulling herself into a standing position, she ascends towards the bedroom, allowing Harry and his friends to continue their conversation without any unknown listeners.

But as the night drags on and his friends eventually leave the home, Harry joins his girlfriend in their bedroom. With her back resting against the headboard of the bed, she peers across the room and observes as Harry strips himself of the clothing he had been wearing.

“Kendall Jenner, huh?” she asks through a smug smirk. “That must have been a hard one to pass up.”

Harry’s green eyes widen and dart towards her, staring at her in complete shock. “I was going to tell you,” he says quickly, defending himself.

“I know,” she says through a faint giggle. “I heard.”

Harry snickers, for he realizes that she had been listening to his conversation with his friends. Completely naked, Harry slowly crawls up the bed on all fours, slowly approaching his girlfriend. He stops when his face is only inches away from her, causing them to stare intensely into each other’s eyes.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

“For what?” Harry asks.

“For sticking up for me,” she answers, “And for choosing me each and every day.”  

“Always,” Harry replies.

He leans forward and crashes his lips against hers, pulling her into a mesmerizing and passionate kiss.

“After all,” he says once they break apart briefly. “Who needs Kendall, or any other girl for that matter, when I have you?”

Sweeter than Sugar

Or the one where he decides she needs to know how he feels.

Part One - Sugar

Harry Styles - Woman  

Two people meet and start to share a little bit of life together, sleep together, eat together, share each other’s clothes, think of each other on the small things, tell each other all their intimate secrets, like each other for their best and love each other for their worst.

You can do all that with someone, be comforted on the knowledge that, that said person would be there for you, in the best case scenario and especially in the worst. And then one day it all goes to shit, for some stupid reason, for not talking earlier, for keeping thoughts to yourself, scared of challenging the frail balance of what a relationship with someone you love entitles, and most of all for fear of truly exposing yourself and admit that you’re in love.

And you go back to strangers, like it never happened, like all the kisses, the laughs, the fights, the jokes, the whispered I love you’s, never happened, and they never were important.

Like it never meant anything.

Like it never existed.

When you’re back to ground zero, you begin to evaluate what you had but were too blind, too selfishly distracted by your own life, to realize the importance of it, and maybe it’s too late to do something about it.


Harry watched the words he had just written on his worn out journal, that was the only way he could be completely and unashamedly honest. He was almost intimidated by what he wrote, it was so intimate he felt bad rereading his own pages, like an intrusion of privacy.

He never felt as alone as he did in the last months of his world tour, he succumbed to a numbness and nothing seemed to break it. He could be out and about, getting drunk, laughing his ass off but nothing felt the same as before, and everything became tasteless, dull. See the same people, talk the same talks, drink the same drinks, make jokes on stage, dance like a fool, sing his heart out, and it all sets in a routine and he moved on inertia alone. Tedium called it the poets, but he didn’t aspire to be as solemn.

People around him started to notice, soon enough, that he wasn’t his usual self, that glitter in his eye had toned down.

“What’s wrong with you, kiddo?” Jeff blocked his way while he was gathering up some snacks before going in his dressing room to have some rest, after the rehearsals and soundcheck.

“What’s wrong with me?” The usual low grumble, he felt like all he did was talking in grunts when he wasn’t on stage.

“Don’t act dumb and tell me what it is about, I might help you out.” His eyes sincerely concerned, Jeff loved that kid like a brother, he hated to see him so down. But when he was in that mood it was impossible to make him open up, he would shut everyone out and just put the auto-pilot on, do what people expected him to do and that was it.

“Nothing’s wrong Jeff, don’t know why you’re so up my arse lately.” His tone dry as the Sahara’s desert.

“Listen dude, I know you’re an artist and this is what you people do, go all depressed and amplify human emotions to the maximum to write your tortured songs and all that show you put on, but you need to talk to someone. You’ve been a pain in the ass, man.”

“Maybe it’s time for me to see a specialist, I might have the infamous celebrity breakdown.” Harry shrugged with a hideous smirk, making fun of him.

“May be my friend. But you better get out of your funk cause you’re worrying a lot of people.”

“Will do, captain.” He hinted a salute before exiting the room and hoping everyone would leave him alone till the start of the show later that night. If he was lucky enough he would have a couple of hours only to himself to sulk all he wanted without enticing the usual worried looks.

A soft knock interrupting his precious alone time making Harry heavily roll his eyes, Mitch’s head peeping inside the room, searching for him and finding him lied down on the couch throwing M&M’s in the air and trying to catch them with his mouth, useless to say the floor was covered in them.

“Hey H. May I come in?” Mitch asked in his usual quiet tone, he wasn’t a big talker and, in that occasion, Harry really appreciated that trait of him.

“Sure mate. Wanna join me?” He mumbled launching another one and yet again not catching it.

“You don’t look like a pro on this game.” The guy scoffed plopping down in the armchair next to him.

They stayed in silence for quite some time, while Harry kept going with his game till the little envelope was empty and he was left with nothing to throw.

“What brings you here Mitchell?” Harry bent his neck on the side to see his face better and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Just wanted to hang out.” The man shrugged with a soft smile.

They had a very deep friendship, Mitch was the type of guy that didn’t talk much but somehow Harry knew exactly what he was thinking, he always told him he spoke with his eyes. It was like that since the beginning, they just hit it off since the first minute they met.

Harry sighed and sat straight on the couch, hand ruffling his hair and adjusting them in place, then he rested his elbows on his thighs and intertwined his fingers.

“I’m not okay man, dunno what’s happening to me, it’s never been like this…” Harry’s voice breaking for a moment before he recollected himself, he was the first one to whom he admitted the truth.

“I know. You should do something about that.” Mitchell moved from the chair next to him, throwing an arm around his shoulders.

“I don’t know if there is anything to do.” Harry bit his lip while he looked down and fiddled with his rings.

“You haven’t even tried.” A simple fact.


“You haven’t tried, H.” He repeated, his hand comfortingly squeezing his shoulder before leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Her life was going good, Dylan was the perfect boyfriend, she was weeks away from her graduation and a tasty job offer floated in the air ready to be accepted.

It was good. Really, really, good.

Kind of good.

A big tassel of her life was missing and she felt that absence deep in her bones. Things with Harry were complicated, to say at least, they grew so apart in the last couple of months she didn’t even believe it could be possible.

He couldn’t accept the fact that she was with Dylan but she hoped that once back on the road he would find someone to distract him and everything would fall back in place, unfortunately, it didn’t go that way. He increasingly took his distance day by day, it was like every time she told him how things were going he grew a little colder.

She didn’t know what to do to fix the situation, all she knew was that she missed him dearly and her heart tightened in concern at the thought he was somewhere around the world hurting and alone. She knew Harry like the palm of her hand, already imagining him secluding himself and shutting everyone out. The guy was kinda dramatic when he wasn’t feeling at his best, someone could think he liked to bask in the misery.

In the meanwhile, she was organizing her graduation party that coincidentally would fall a couple of days after he would end his tour so she really hoped he would show up. All she had to do was to ask him to be there.

She was at home stacking up in the fridge bottles of white wine and Champagne, she’d host the evening in the communal garden of her building, inviting all her neighbors over. As she was bouncing around she’d put on Harry’s album, but It was a special version of it, she’d ask him to put some songs that didn’t make it to the final tracklist but she loved them too much to not have the possibility to hear them again. Medicine started to fill the space and she stopped what she was doing remembering the first time he played it for her, only his voice and the guitar, exactly on that couch in the living room, when he was still putting up together ideas of what turned out to be his debut album, his hair still long and a bunch of tattoos missing.

“So?” Harry asked nervously, she was the first person to ever hear that song and his heart was beating so fast it was the only sound he could hear.

“Are you… are you talking about giving a blowjob?” she was a little perplexed on the content of the song, even if the words were pretty self-explanatory.

“Among other things.” He shrugged, still carefully watching her to see what her reaction would be, frightened that it would disgust her.

“Have you ever given a blowjob, bub?” She talked slowly, her brows furrowed in concentration, he kept strumming softly on the guitar lowering his eyes on the strings.

“Yup.” It was almost a whisper.

“So, you like…” She moved her hand back and forth in the space between them as to ask him for help.

“Both, I guess. Don’t really know how to label it.” He finished her sentence, finally staring into her eyes and happy to notice she wasn’t reacting in utter indignation.

“Oh thank God both, that would’ve been awkward considering we’ve been sleeping together for quite some time.” She laughed taking some of the tension away, his shoulders relaxing in relief.

She didn’t care what he liked or whom, it was his business and she was so proud of him when he began to sing that song on his shows, she knew how much it took him to do that, considering how private he was.

She really missed that messy potato.

It was around noon when his phone started to buzz on the table of the restaurant where he was having lunch with Jeff and Glenne. When his eye fell on the name his heart missed a couple of beats and his appetite flew out of the window in a span of a moment. For one small second, he was tempted to not answer and leave it to ring, but his body decided for him when his hand snatched the phone and he promptly stood up, his friends exchanging a look before he hastily excused himself and went directly at the outside yard to have some privacy.

“Hi, bub.” Her voice sweet and relieved when he answered.

“Hello, love. How are you?” He tried to keep it easy and casual, while he bit the knuckles of his free hand and walked in circles.

“I’m good. How ‘bout you? We haven’t talked in a long time…” She let the sentence hang between them, a clear admonishment.

“Yeah you know, tour life. I’m scattered here and there, but soon it’ll be over. I’m flying out to Jamaica for a couple of weeks, can’t wait to relax a bit.” He let words come out in a river flow, in fear of starting to tell her what he really wanted to.

“Oh. I thought you’d be back home.” Disappointment clear in her tone. Her shoulders slumped down and eyes started to sting a little from frustration, her thumb going to rub his initial on the ring he gave her and she never took off. She let her back fall against the sofa as she was sat on the carpet at the foot of it. When he said Jamaica she couldn’t avoid the memories to rush back to her, the last time he’d been there it was with her.

“Hmmm… I will sometime during summer but not right now. We should catch up when I’ll be there!” He said in a forced overexcited voice, his under lip swollen by the torture inflicted by his teeth.

“Sure, sunshine. Can’t wait to see you. I miss you, don’t be a stranger.” At that point, she had lost the courage to ask him to come to her party. He had other plans and she felt too awkward to ask him to change them for her.

“I miss you too, baby.” And he meant it. He missed her really fucking much.

Jamaica was… boring.

He went there to ease his mind a bit, thinking that maybe going back to the place that meant so much to him might’ve brought him some peace of mind, but it made it worse, if possible, simply because he couldn’t stop remembering everything they did there.

His phone started to ring and he blindly looked for it on the ground, he was lied on his stomach on a deckchair bathing in the sun alongside the pool.

“Hello!” He answered without even looking who was the caller, eyes still closed under the sunglasses.

“Hiya tosser! Since I’m your sister and I’m allowed to say that you’re a shit person for preferring to be on vacation somewhere with some minx instead of attending the graduation of your ‘best friend’!” Gemma’s tone was sharp, putting a lot of emphasis on the last words since she didn’t believe for a second that those two were simply friends, casually enough, when his brother was in town you could always find him in a certain cute flat on Hampstead Heath. Since she wasn’t an idiot, she guessed that the reason Harry wasn’t there had something to do with the presence of a certain guy.

“I’m well, thanks Gemma, and I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He rolled his eyes at her sister for being so dramatic, moving to sit straight and bending forward to rest his elbows on his thigs, she loved to scold him for everything like when they were kids.

After she explained herself his annoyance towards his sister quickly subsided to let space to a bitter feeling in his stomach, swallowing over his dry throat. Gemma had been to her graduation party and, of course, she expected to see him there but when asked explanations she had told his sister that he was on vacation and didn’t have in plan to be back home for some time.

He cut the call shortly after he understood what had happened and was left there with dismay as his only friend. Harry couldn’t believe he had missed such an important day, and most of all he couldn’t believe she didn’t tell him anything about it. Maybe when she had called the last time she wanted to ask him to go, or maybe not.

His stupor soon enough turned into anger, towards her and her stubbornness, towards himself for being an utter arsehole.

After taking a moment to calm himself down he made a few calls to arrange his departure, it was time to go home and fix that situation.

Loud, insistent knocks resonated through the walls of the cozy one bedroom apartment. She heavily blinked her eyes open, woke from her slumber by the infernal sound, the knocks mixing with the doorbell, her look going to the watch noticing it was only a few minutes past eight. She couldn’t begin to imagine who in the world could be at that time of the day, maybe it was an emergency.

With that alarming thought, she finally woke up with widen eyes and shoot out of bed like it was on fire, running to open the front door.

“Coming! I’m coming!” She shouted with gruff voice while throwing a robe on since she was only in her underwear and a flimsy t-shirt. When she flung the door open she was met with a dark circled eyed, very tired-looking Harry Styles.

“H-Harry?” She stuttered in complete surprise, of all the people she’d expected to see on her doorstep he was probably the last.

“Hey.” He whispered with a sigh, shoulders slouching down from the weight of the two duffle bags he had draped on them.

“What? … Weren’t you…? And how, but why? I mean, weren’t you in Jamaica?” She kept blinking in confusion, going as far as to rub her eyes thinking that she might’ve been still asleep and hallucinating.

“Can I come in? These are heavy.” He shyly asked, losing his fighting mood and anger through the hours he spent on the road.

“Oh God, of course, sorry, you took me off guard a bit.” She moved aside letting him get in and watching him drop the bags near the couch.

“Do you want some coffee?” She asked in awkwardness, absentmindedly pointing to the kitchen, not knowing how to ask him why in the bloody hell he was in her flat after three months of basically zero interactions between them. On the other side, she was so happy to see him all she wanted to do was to jump in his arms and hug him for three days straight.

“I’m sorry, this turned out differently from what I had planned… I’m very sleepy, for me, it’s like 2 a.m. right now. I shouldn’t have shown up like this… What am I doing, for fuck’s sake?” He murmured in confusion, regretting that he didn’t go to his house to get some rest before going to her place. He bent down as to pick up the bags again, intended on leaving.

“Hey, hey, easy. One thought at a time, bub. Where do you think you’re going? Look at you, you’re a walking zombie. You’re staying here.” She cut his way, grabbing him by the shoulders and searching his eyes. Something was really off with him and she internally moaned in pain from seeing him like that.

The worry erasing every type of concern about the logic or the why’s he was there, she couldn’t let him go like that, he wanted to see her or else he wouldn’t be there at that time, she was intended to take care of him and after he’d take some rest they could’ve talked of whatever he came to talk about.

He straightened up and sighed affected by her presence so close to him, she was such a beauty in the mornings, hair all messy and face still puffy from sleep, and her eyes were looking at him with such warmness he wanted to drown in them. Fuck, she could read him like an open book.

“I’m really tired, love.” He mumbled with eyelids already droopy, his whole body relaxing from the comfort of being with her and being in a space that he felt so familiar. Everything about that flat said home to him, from the perfume to the furniture, after all, they had chosen every piece together.

“Let’s get you in bed then.” She softly smiled at him and caressed his coarse cheek, he hadn’t shaved in some days.

She took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom, where he started to undress slowly, she was being extremely aware of his increasing state of nudity and didn’t know how to act on it. Actually, she didn’t mind in the slightest, since they knew each other she had seen him more times naked than dressed so trying to somehow be prude with him would be the joke of the century, but after all that went down the last time they were together she felt she could’ve at least tried to pretend she was bothered by it.

Luckily, he kept on his boxer briefs, she appreciated the gesture since he used to go in bed fully naked. When he was under the covers, in his usual side of the bed, he sat leaned against the headboard and opened the first drawer of the bedside table to retrieve the charger and proceeded to put his phone in charge and rested it on top, then started to take all his rings off and set them aside, his gestures so natural that hit her right in the middle of her chest.

After almost three months of dating, she’d never been comfortable with Dylan sleeping there, she preferred to go at his.

But Harry, that was his place to be, she was used of seeing him around her spaces, to open the drawers and find his stuff in them, he had some clothes in her closet, his underwear, and socks drawer, his books were with hers in the library, his shampoo was on the shelf in the shower, he had his toothbrush there, necklaces and rings scattered around.

She was just then realizing how her place was equally his. That’s why she was jealous of it and didn’t let any other guy step foot in it.

“Babe?” He called her after seeing her zone off for a couple of minutes and standing at the foot of the bed.

“Yes, pumpkin?” She had the sweetest ways to address him, he recalled all the times he made fun of it and told her she talked like a grandma.

“I don’t know if I can ask you this, but I would really love it if you’ll lay down with me.” His voice couldn’t be frailer, holding a vulnerability that touched the deepest strings of her heart. She felt a weak human being because she didn’t have a problem to slip out of the robe and under the covers, letting him envelop her in his bear hug. He sighed happily against the back of her neck and her whole body relaxed against him, feeling his warmness, his smell, his bare legs rub her smooth ones.

“I was so worried about you.” She unintentionally let that thought slip, feeling his breath slow down to a deeper rhythm, maybe he was sleeping already and hadn’t heard her.

“You’re always worried about me.” He grumbled thickly as she felt his lips turn into a smirk against the skin of her neck, and she smiled in return.

He dozed off in record time, his mind easing up and all his anxiousness erased. Finally, after weeks of insomnia, he was able to sleep and shut his brain off.

Harry slept for five hours straight, waking up confused about his whereabouts but once he took a whiff of the sheets he recognized the smell of the fabric softener, even if she was nowhere in sight. He rolled in the bed with a groan and glanced at the clock and his stomach started to grumble when he saw it was lunch time, actually, for him it was breakfast time but the important thing was to put something in his tummy at that point.

He stumbled out of the room, passed the living room going directly into the kitchen, where he could hear noises and an inviting smell coming out of it. Prince’s Kiss filling softly the space while she was dancing in place rinsing off a glass, he stood for a moment on the entrance to savor the moment and fix it in his memory, while she waved her hips side by side and sang along, he sneaked behind her and circled her waist with his arms, leaving a big, loud smooch on her cheek right when she said “kiss”.

“You scared the living shit out of me!” She almost shouted, laying a hand on her pounding heart.

“Sorry, you were too tempting to resist.” He whispered hoarsely and left another sweet peck on the apple of her cheek before letting her go and sitting on the chair behind her, eyes still glued at her with a mischievous light in them.

She turned to face him, leaned back on the counters while grabbing a kitchen cloth to dry up her hands, tilted her head to the side as to try and decipher him and what was going on with the guy.

“You hungry?” She asked deciding she would keep her questions for bit more, he still looked sleepy.

“Yes, very much.” He nodded decisively.

“Breakfast or lunch?”

“Whatever is in the oven, smells delicious.” He smiled brightly at her, looking at her intensely.

“I made some lasagna.” She scoffed when he held high his closed fist and whispered a very satisfied “Yes.”

“Help me set the table, and put some clothes on, please.” She scolded him with frowned eyebrows and passed him two plates and the flatware.

“Yes, ma’am.” He jokingly did a small curtsy and went to the table in the living room to put the plates down, he found his bags in the bedroom, she must’ve moved them there while he was asleep, he opened one and reached for a pair of jogging shorts and a t-shirt, throwing them on and going back to her like an excited puppy.

“How do you like me now?” He put a hand on his hip and catwalked towards her, turning around at the end of it, shaking his little butt and slapping it with his hand, he turned his head to her and gave her an exaggerated wink, making her lose it and burst in a throaty laugh.

“Did you learn that from your model lady friends?” She asked wiggling her eyebrows.

“Nah, I’m a natural sister.” He shrugged and grinned amusedly at her. He loved to make her laugh, it made his heart fill to the brim with joy.

As they were eating she sipped on the Pinot Noir, throwing him looks through the glass.

“H, love. What happened? Why you’re here?” She finally asked afraid her head would explode if she didn’t find out why he was having that major shift in mood towards her.

Harry felt like waking up from a beautiful, peaceful dream, and suddenly everything that went down between them came rushing in his mind, remembering that she was a taken woman and that she hadn’t told him a thing about her graduation. He then proceeded to get up and disappear in the bedroom, leaving her utterly confused, but after a few seconds he was coming back holding a white box with a big gold bow on it and rested it on the table in front of her.

“Open it.” Was the only thing he said, a bit uptight. She held her breath and knew it was a present for her graduation, Gemma must’ve told him about it, guilt tangling her stomach in knots.

She took the lid off and her eyes already filled with tears, seeing a bunch of stuff in it, noticed a little keychain of the Jamaican flag, she took it with a perplexed smile and when she turned it around she saw he had made it engraved with the dates of their staying there, almost a year prior.

“I took that on my way here. Jamaica wasn’t the same without you.” He murmured, licking his suddenly dry lips.

She said nothing and reached back in and took out a leather journal, the same as his, she caught a glimpse of ink so she opened the first page only to see he had written something on it.

“Proud is not enough to explain the immense feeling you incite in me. Congratulations my love, go take the world, never let anybody stop you.

I love you.


As expected a small tear slid down her cheek and she swiftly wiped it away, she then retrieved another thin and oblong leather box and when she opened it she saw a beautiful Montblanc fountain pen with her initials on it. She rolled her eyes at the flamboyant gift, it was so his style to get her that type of things.

“You can write on your new journal with it. Your thoughts will seem more poetic this way.” He joked making her giggle, but still, she didn’t pronounce a word.

When she took a final look in the box she noticed a ripped written page with Harry’s handwriting, it was from his journal, she recognized the paper. Her eyes flying on the words and her heart already squeezing in a bittersweet feeling.

“Lately I’ve been so up my own ass that I’ve been forgetting to even ask her how she was, how her life was going.

And now she feels uncomfortable even to ask me to be present to one of her most important days, I had to find out through my sister, but I’m gonna do something to fix this. I can’t lose her over this stupid shit.”

“Harry…” She tried to contain the tears and have some self-control, but his words had broken the dig of frustrations and anxiousness she’d gathered up over the past few months. She really thought she’d lost him.

“I’m sorry. I feel that this is the only thing I’m saying to you lately.” He murmured clearing his throat and trying to keep his composure.

“No, I’m sorry for not telling you, I’ve missed you so much that day.” She looked at him with watery eyes and trembling chin making him smile from how adorable she looked.

“Come here.” He pushed his seat back and opened his arms, she quickly followed his suggestion and sat on his lap straddling him, hugging him tight and hiding her face on his neck. His hands smoothing her back in soothing caresses and pulling her in, he started to be a little affected by the position but tried to keep his mind clean to avoid any embarrassment, even if it was a tad difficult with her pushing her braless breasts against him and their groins so close, he began to be very aware of her weight on top of him.

“Promise me we’ll never do this again. I can’t take it, bub.” She sniffled against his neck, her breath tingled down his skin and made goosebumps rise on his arms.

“I’m sorry, I was just so bloody jealous.” He took a moment noticing she tensed up against his chest. “I still am…” He continued talking in her hair.

“You need to get used to it.” She mumbled with a tinge of uncertainty in her tone.

“I want to ask you something, please don’t get angry.” He tried a different way.

“What?” She pulled away from him, resting her hands on his shoulders and taking a moment to admire his pretty green eyes and his cherry red lips.

“Are you in love with Dylan?” The question burned deep in his brain, if she was he had no chances at all and he would simply step aside and let her be happy with him.

“Why do you wanna know?” She answered defensive, feeling put on the spot. The ugly truth was that, no she wasn’t, not even a bit. But she thought that maybe it took a little more time for her, and she was so preoccupied with Harry and her thesis and all the haziness surrounding her in that period, that she simply hadn’t thought about that subject in particular, but unfortunately Dylan had and he addressed the matter a few days before her party, deciding together that he would attend but after that he would go to visit his parents and take some time to figure out what their next step would be.

“Please, it’s important to me.” Harry read in her eyes that something wasn’t going as great with Dylan as he came to think for all those months.

“No, I don’t think I am. I don’t really see why that’s so important to you though…” She furrowed her brows in a deep frown, her fingers absentmindedly moving to the nape of his neck and playing with his hair, scratching his scalp, a shiver making him hold her a little tighter for a second and eyelashes flutter.

“Don’t do that.” He admonished, he wanted to say something to her and he couldn’t allow any distraction, even if it felt good to have her fingers laced in his hair, he had a weakness for it. “It’s important to me because I love you.” He resumed the argument, taking her hands in his.

“I love you too, H.” She said, simple and plain.

“No, no, you don’t understand. I’m in love with you.”

Silence. Long deadpan, silence.

“No, you’re not!” She squealed in his face after she recovered from the shock.

“Yes, I am!” He retaliated sternly.

“No, no, you’re not!” She shook her head sounding like a patronizing teacher explaining a simple concept to a tough student.

“Yes. I. Am.” He cupped her face and stared deep into her eyes, as to fixate his words in her brain.

“You don’t know what you’re saying. You’re delirious, my man, where is this coming from?” She kept shaking her head no, moving away from his lap and standing up, starting to walk back and forth, the lunch left half-eaten on the table.

“Of course I know what I’m saying. Bloody hell, I’m not a child!” He was starting to get very bummed out by her attitude, it was his turn to frown deeply, he imagined the thing go slightly differently.

“No, no, no, that’s where you’re wrong. You are indeed a child because you suddenly fall in love with your partners as soon as they stop being your partners. Just like a kid wants to play with the toy he doesn’t have anymore.” She stopped in front of him with her hands on her hips, staring him down with the fire of anger burning in her eyes.

“That’s extremely rude to say! I won’t let you tell me what you think I might be feeling or thinking. I’m telling you that I’m in love with you and all you can do is stand there and insult my judgment skills?” His voice gaining volume.

“Harry, listen to me. I won’t let you make me weak over you again only to get back to be your London fuck whom you throw money at. That chapter is over, you hear me? Over.” Her cheeks colored from how flustered she was. He was delusional if he only thought that she would fall for that shit and go back to be his slut when he needed one.

“Shut the fuck up! Just please shut your bloody mouth, you’re talking shit. And I love you even for that, go figure.” He stood up in front of her, cupping her neck and smirking softly at her.

“You’re not in love with me, this is bullshit.” She kept repeating stubbornly.

“I am, I am, I am. I love you, I’ve had three months to agonize over it, to fight it and at last accept it as the truth. If you want I’ll give you the same amount of time to get used to it. How can you not see this? It’s you, you’ve always been by my side, you’re the one I call when something happens, you’re the first one I say good morning to and the last one I say goodnight, even when I’m across the country. You’re my rock, you know me better than I know myself. You’re my person baby, and I think you’re always gonna be.” He took a step closer, his eyes falling on her plump lips, he wanted nothing more than to kiss her and lose himself in her.

“How, Harry? Tell me how it’s me. Over the past four years, you’ve never, for a single moment, had a problem on sleeping and dating other people, why all of a sudden you realize I’m you’re one and only? Bub, I love you, more than I could ever express in words and I think that you’re my person too in so many ways. But no Harry, I have a hard time believing that you’re actually in love with me.” She lied her hands above his, squeezing his fingers and looking intensely into his eyes.

“I’ve been stupid and blind. I already had everything I was looking for, you said yourself I put my interest in the wrong places. I know I love you, I know I do. I just need you to let me prove it.” His voice nearing desperation.

“You’re only scared to lose me, but I’ll always be here for you baby when I asked to end our situation I was referring to the sex and the money and all that coming and going. I need to be loved and cared for as a partner, what we had wasn’t enough for me anymore.” A small tear streamed down her cheek as she bit down her trembling lip, that conversation getting to her more than she’d intended for.

“I want to give you all that and so much more. Please give me a chance, a small, tiny, chance.” He glued his forehead to hers, noses side by side.

“Harry…” She tried to retaliate but his words hit her deep. Damn her, and her weakness for him. Damn him for being so unbelievably attractive, sweet, and such a good talker. She felt the need to stomp her foot and have a proper tantrum.

“Please, just please, don’t try to convince me otherwise. I’ve never been so sure about something in my life. That’s how I know how real this is.”

“I have a boyfriend.” She whispered her brow pulling in and forehead wrinkling, trying to fight the urge to tilt her lips just a little closer and finally taste him again.

“I don’t see any boyfriend around. What’s going on with that?” He bit the side of his lip, eyes still fixated on her mouth.

“We’re on a break, I guess. He left yesterday to go see his parents.” She answered sincerely pulling minutely back from his face, there was no point in hiding the truth, she noticed his relieved expression. She knew the ‘break’ was the premise of a breakup and that he just didn’t want to say it out loud yet, they were over and they both knew it.

“Good… For me at least.” He smirked devilish, eyes shining with a glint of malicious happiness.

“What you expect me to do then? Hold your hand and run off into the sunset together?”

“I don’t expect nothing. I just want to be with you, I promise.” His eyes green pools of sincerity and vulnerability, he was standing naked in front of her, putting his heart in her hands, and asking the permission to be by her side.

“This is so not fair. You’re not fair Harry.” She ripped off his hands from her and took some steps away from him, fingers massaging her temples in circles to relieve some of the pounding headache that was creeping upon her, rage starting to bubble in the pit of her stomach and threatening to overwhelm her.

“You’re so presumptuous to come knocking at my door in the early morning with the intention of revealing your immense love for me, regardless of the fact that I have a relationship going on, regardless of my feelings on the matter, you just come here and pretend that I drop everything and fall into your arms.” She burned him down with her electric stare, her nostrils flaring in fury.

“I didn’t mean it like that…” Harry tried to placate her, his hands rising up as to contain her anger.

“Oh, I know what you meant. You ghosted me for three months, acted like a spoiled brat that didn’t get what he wanted. You were out of my life for three months simply because it didn’t go as you wished, and you know what? Fuck you for that. I was here worrying about you, missing you, feeling guilty for doing what in that moment made me happy, and once again you were too selfish to even consider of being there for me, the person you say you’re in love with. You weren’t here for me Harry, how do you explain that?” She looked at him with her chin trembling, the hurt she had felt over his absence closing up her throat.

“I’m sorry. I’m not perfect, I’m a human being for fuck’s sake. I can’t do anything more than apologize and tell you that I will try to not do anything like this ever again. I don’t want to see you cry because of me ever in my life.” He moved tentatively to get closer, watching her carefully to catch any sign of discomfort and once he saw he was safe he rested his hands on her shoulders.

“I don’t know if I can trust you on this.” Her voice so low and broken his heart squeezed, mentally cursing himself for being such an ass.

“You don’t need to, you always tell me that trust is earned. I just need you to give me an inch, I’ll work from that. I promise I won’t let you down this time.”

She was surprised by how firm his tone was, how in all that madness, for once, he seemed the one to hold the reigns. He was comforting her, he was guiding and calming her down. The air charging up with crippling tension and making her hold her breath in anticipation of what she knew she would be, once again, too helpless to stop. Harry breathed deeply, his fingers moving from her shoulders to her cheeks and hers crept on their own to his chest, his thumb caressing her under lip and pulling it down, biting his own while doing so, eyelids drooped down making him look almost drunk.

“I want to kiss you, God, I’m dying to kiss you.” His face lowering again and hovering over her mouth, his breath washing over her face.

“I don’ know what to do.” She whispered with a vague note of anguish.

“You saying that is already an answer.”

“Since when you’re the wise one in the couple?” She jokingly rose her brow at him, the corner of her lips lifting up.

“I’ve always been, I just hide it to make you feel better about yourself.” He smirked cocky, finally closing the distance and capturing her mouth in a tender kiss, his lips parting and asking hers for permission before his tongue took hers strong but sweet, his hips meeting hers as one of his hands falling on her waist and pushing her soft body against his broad one.

He picked her up and she laced her legs around his waist as he took a strong hold of her ass, turning around and going directly in the bedroom, all the while keeping his lips strongly attached to hers. When he hit the edge of the bed with his shins he let her fall on the mattress, her body bouncing on it a couple of times as she let a giggle escape her mouth that made him grin down at her, his eyes sparkled with happiness and his heart was finally serene.

“What am I doing?” She moaned covering her face with her hands, her shiny lips already swollen from his attack.

“Please, just shut your brain now and let me make love to you.” He lowered down and lied on top of her, taking her hands and pinning down her wrists at the sides of her head.

“Make love to me huh? You’re all serious about this lovey-dovey thing.” She mocked him, sticking her tongue out when he rolled his eyes.

“I’m going to gag you if you don’t stop talking.” He jokingly threatened, it wasn’t something they hadn’t done in the past, actually, they used to go way stronger than just that, but in that occasion, the mood was more relaxed and calmer, he wanted to take his time.

“I’m shaking.” She whispered widening her eyes in fake fear, hinting a smile, and he watched her, mesmerized by all that she was.

“You’re so beautiful.” He freed her wrists and caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers, lowering down right after to place the tenderest kiss on the corner of her mouth, and then on the other side, on the tip of her red nose, on her fluttering wet eyes, on the hinge of her jaw, his lips lingering on every spot. She sighed deeply, finally letting all the tension fly away and abandoning herself to him, hoping he’d take care of her.

“You’re strong,” This time he indulged on the sweet spot under her ear that made her toes curl. “…and patient,” In the hollow of her throat. “…and smart,” he licked the top of her breasts, pulling down her shirt. “…and sweet, oh so sweet,” he curled her tongue around her taut nipple and sucked hard making her arch her back and intertwined her fingers in his hair. “…and I love you so much, baby.” He ended stripping her shirt off her body and throwing it behind his back, his mouth finding hers, kissing her hungry and deep.

“Stop saying that.” She murmured on his lips, still not comfortable with it.

“But it’s the truth.” Harry whispered before rising up between her open legs to take off his shirt.

“Sometimes I forget that you have a giant butterfly on your stomach.” She giggled shaking her head at him, fingers following the lines of the antennas.

“Butterflies in my stomach. You make me have those…heeey!” He dropped his jaw and made gun fingers and ‘shot’ at her with wiggly brows.

“You’re ridiculous!” She rolled her eyes laughing at him.

“Mmmh… might be, but you, on the other hand, are utterly delicious.” He mumbled lying down on her, chest on chest, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, his look intense after he placed a series of soft pecks around her face making her scrunch her nose and squint her eyes.

He’d always been the affectionate type, showered her with gifts and compliments, when he was home he’d be all over her all the time, and she loved him for that, she loved to have to fight his grabby hands only to get up from the bed in the mornings, or to constantly push him when he would bear hug her from behind while she was cooking.

“You really want this, H?” She asked him serious, she didn’t want to open up to him and end up with a broken heart. Over the past years she’d dealt fine with him not being totally hers because she shielded herself, always keeping a clear head.

“More than I can explain. I’ve been shit without you.” He rolled on the side lying next to her and facing her as she threw her thigh over his hip.

“I know, Jeff called me to fill me in.” She shrugged rubbing his hair and scratching his scalp, his eyelashes fluttering in pleasure.

“Traitor.” He retaliated flat toned, closing his eyes.

“You’re sleepy?” She murmured, her own eyes drooping down.

“A little.” He pouted letting his hand travel up and down the silk of her thigh, his fingers sneaking under her panty line and cupping her soft cheek. “You know what I wanna do?” His tone slower.


“Sleep naked with you.” His lips quirked up at the amazing idea.

That thought sounded blissful so she just rolled on her back, pulled down the last piece of clothing covering her body, and moved in the center of the bed getting under the covers.

“C’mon, get in here.” Harry didn’t let her say it twice, standing up on the side of the bed and stripping down from his joggers and boxers, sliding behind her and enveloping her with his body.

“Love ya.” He hummed against the back of her shoulder, placing a sweet kiss on it.

“Love you too, bub.” She squeezed his forearm, relaxing on the sheets.

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