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Happy Birthday love! You deserve the best with your soft smile and beautiful self. Hope today was a good one ❤

It never faded

Harry imagine where he turns up at your door after you guys broke up. I really hope you guys will like this imagine and that you’ll set aside the time to read it. :)
A lot of fluff and emotions ahead, no mature content aside from some harsh words.

Again, picture is not mine. Some beautiful member of the internet blessed us with it.

It had been two weeks since I had last seen Harry and one week since he had last tried to call me. Our break up had been a messy one, filled with screaming and crying. Words were shouted neither of us could ever truly mean and when I had finally cried that I wanted our relationship to be over, Harry was just as surprised as I was. And yet I didn’t take it back. And he didn’t try to stop me. I somewhat calmly went upstairs, packed the few belongings I had at brought to his place, and left without a word of goodbye.

I traveled back to my hometown and moved in with my old flatmate. She still owned the same apartment I had lived in when Harry had first come around and swept me off my feet. After dating for two months I agreed to go to London with him, which now I knew had been a mistake. Moving in with someone after knowing them for so short had not been a smart move. Literally.
Soon what had once been a loving relationship turned into two people trying to adjust to each other’s lifestyles and utterly failing at it. After his band got back on the road, it was like I was in a relationship with a ghost. The distance felt unbearable and with time differences and crappy internet connection, not even the few skype calls that we made could change that.

I wasn’t any happier being away from him now, but I comforted myself with the thought that at least I didn’t have to try and pretend to be anymore. After sulking in bed for a week, mourning my failed relationship, I was ready to move on. I still loved Harry with everything I had, truly. But after ignoring the first few voice messages of him sobbing into his phone I received messages of him lulling how glad he was that I had finally fucked off, how much better he was doing, that it would be as easy as counting to three to find a new girl to take my place.
It hurt of course, but if he was fine without me than why shouldn’t I be alright without him?

“Is it okay if I leave you alone tonight?” my flatmate Kylie asked standing in the doorway.

“Sure, why wouldn’t it be?” I responded, folding the shirt I was currently holding.

“You’ve been crying on a daily basis when all of a sudden you just stopped all together. It’s not normal. I’m kind of waiting for you to snap and explode or something.”

“What would seem normal to you then?” I asked with a laugh.

She jokingly tapped her finger to her chin. “Maybe you begging me to go egg his fancy ass house.”

“Not gonna happen,” I giggled while shaking my head. “But seriously, I’m alright. And I’ll survive a night without you hovering over me like a mother hen.”

Kylie threw her head back at that and laughed: “So it’s okay for the mother hen to go out for the night?”

“Of course it is,” I assured.

“You’re sure? I can stay if-”

“I’m sure,” I interrupted. “Just because my world ended doesn’t mean yours has to as well.”

She rolled her eyes. “Shit like that’s what makes me worry about you.”

“I’m joking,” I protested..

“Only half heartily.”

She gave me another long look before grinning confidently. “How hot do I look?”

“Very,” I complimented. “Your date is going to struggle keeping it in his pants tonight.”

“Great, that’s the look I was going for.”

After she left I decided to treat myself a little and make some popcorn. Once settled on our couch I pressed the play button on the telly and soon found an action movie I hadn’t seen in a long time. All in all, I felt pretty good about myself.

I jumped when the doorbell rang. The sky had long turned dark and one look at my phone told me that it was almost 11pm. Who was ringing people’s doorbells at this time?
It was unlikely that Kylie had forgotten her key and she would’ve told me if she had invited someone over, right? I reached for a fork that was laying on our coffee table after lunch which would weakly serve me as a weapon before my feet carried me hesitantly to the door. It only took one quick peek through the keyhole for me to pull the door open.

I had spend the last weeks forcing myself not to think about him until it had come to the point where his face was almost a blur in my mind. Looking at him now I couldn’t understand how that could’ve possibly happen. How could I ever forget how beautiful he was? His big but delicate hands, his strong, muscular arms and broad shoulders. His neck, who’s skin I knew was so warm after kissing it multiple times. The shape of his face, blessed with cheekbones to die for. And his brown, full curls, shorter than I remembered them, but just as soft looking. The gentle pink of his kissable lips and lastly his eyes. Those mesmerizing, enchanting, green eyes.

I was too stunned to say something. He had often laughed and blushed when I confessed how his looks took my breath away, but I hadn’t been kidding. My brain was too shocked to form a proper sentence. So instead I took a second look at him. And that changed my entire view.

His eyes were bloodshot, muting the green and held a unmistakable sadness. His eyelids looked twice their size as they were swollen and the skin beneath his eye resembled black shadows. His lips were bitten, dry and not half as full as I could’ve sworn they used to be when I kissed them. The curls hung in a mess, falling barley far enough to cover his frowned forehead. His face seemed more narrow and the veins on his neck were more visible than usually. His shoulders slacked, his arms hang limply by his sides and his knuckles were blue from bruising.

My breath hitched at how transformed he looked. Not at all like the man I had left behind.

“Harry?” I asked, my voice nothing above whimper. Given the transition he had gone through, I truly felt like I had to ask if it was really him.

“Y/N”, he croaked out and that was it.

I opened my arms and he practically fell into them. Harry shamelessly sobbed into my shoulder, wetting my flannel as I gently combed my fingers through his hair. My nails slightly scratched the skin of his neck, but it did little to calm him down.

“What happened?” I whispered. “Harry? What’s wrong, my love? Are you hurt?”

He didn’t answer, instead his sobs increased and I moved my arms to his shoulders, trying to loosen his hold to check if he was injured. When he didn’t budge I sighed and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His skin felt so cold.

“Come on. Let me get you inside. You’re freezing.”

Finally he allowed me to carefully pull away from him and take hold of his hands, pulling him inside. I lead him to the small living room and sat him down on the couch, getting into a kneeling position in front of him. Normally he would joke about how I could have “at least bought him dinner first”, but right now there was nothing even remotely sexual to my position. I rested my hands on his thighs, moving them in soothing circles.

“Harry, please tell me what happened.”

All I got as response was a shake of his head and more tears falling from his eyes. I didn’t know what to do. I was supposed to hate him, like I somehow had only hours ago. But now with him crying in front of me I couldn’t help but forget everything instantly and just want to care for him, hide him away and be the shield between him and whatever it had been that had hurt him so badly. There was something about Harry that had me want to bundle him up in a blanked whenever I saw him even remotely upset.

“Harry, please try to calm down,” I begged when he hiccuped. “I can’t stand seeing you like this. I’ll go and get you a cup of tea, alright? It’ll warm you up and ease you a little. Please, in the meantime try to relax. Okay?”

He sniffed loudly and then nodded. I got up and went to the kitchen. The water couldn’t boil fast enough and I nervously tapped my fingers on the sink. When it finally did, I quickly filled two cups and walked back. Harry obviously hadn’t calmed down. I suppressed a sigh as I placed the two cups on the coffee table and sat down next to my ex boyfriend.

“What can I do to make it better?” I asked quietly. “Tell me, please. I’m loosing my mind, seeing you this way.”

“Everything”, he started, voice so thin I almost missed it. “Everything is wrong, Y/N.”

He looked up and his eyes met mine, knocking every remaining ounce of anger still in me right on out.

“Come here”, I whispered and pulled him against me again. “I don’t want to push you,” I mumbled softly and I felt him shake his head in a nod. Goosebumps rose on my skin upon feeling his sobs against my chest. “We won’t speak right now. Let me turn on the TV and you can take your time to calm down. Maybe sleep a little. You look like you haven’t in days, my love. And when you wake up and feel more rested, we can look into making whatever got you upset go away, alright?”

“You’re letting me stay?” he murmured, avoiding my eyes. His voice broke halfway through the sentence.

Was I? The rational part of my brain screamed at me not to. But my heart had already found it’s familiar place where it had spent the last few months; right in his hands.

“Pass me the remote.”

We watched a movie in silence, neither of us paying much attention. Harry’s sobs lessened after a while and at some point we moved from our sitting position into me lying on my back and Harry laying half on top of me, his arms wrapped around my waist tightly. I stroke his hair and rested my cheek against his forehead. Though it felt like we were making a mistake, my heart squeezed almost painfully when he pressed a soft kiss against the skin of my cheek. I felt like every cell in my body awakened from a long sleep and I couldn’t deny how good it felt to have his body heat keeping me warm, instead of a blanket. Halfway through the film I could hear him snore quietly.

I must’ve fallen asleep too because a loud “I’m back!” call ripped me out of unconsciousness. My hand instantly moved to Harry’s neck and I was relieved when I found that he hadn’t woken up.

“I’m in here”, I murmured, hoping Kylie would hear me.

“I must tell you about what happened when I- Wait,” she stopped in her tracks when her eyes landed on the man lying on top of me. My cheeks burned and I tried to avoid her gaze.

She cleared her throat. “Tell me this isn’t what’s his face, but some hot dude you hooked up with to get over him.”

I gave her an awkward smile. “I would if it were true.”

“Y/N!” she yelled and I winced, covering Harry’s ear that wasn’t pressed against my collarbones. “What is he doing here? Why did you even let him inside this house?”

“Shh, please, you’re gonna wake him up.”

“So?” she exclaimed, not lowering her voice, “He’s the asshole over whom you have been bawling your eyes out and now what? He just shows up at your door? Really? Has he realized what big of a prick he is? What the hell, he’s such a-”

“Please don’t do this right now,” I interrupted her and shifted uncomfortably under her stare, “He showed up as a complete mess, what was I supposed to do? Nothing’s forgiven but how could I turn him away? Please, give him a break.”

She huffed and shook her head. “I may refrain from killing him right now. But only because I’m wearing heels.”

“Thanks,” I whispered, lifting my hand to wound my fingers into his curls. He looked so peaceful when he slept. And so adorable. So utterly handsome.

“Don’t look at him like that,” my friend’s voice interrupted my staring.

“Look at him like what?”

“With those eyes that scream how in love with him you are.”

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. “Not that you’ve seen what mine went like, how did your night go?”

She allowed me the change of subject with an eye roll. “I’ll give you the short version now and the long, funny one tomorrow. It was amazing.”

“I’m glad.”

“Yeah, me too.” She smiled. “Anyway, I’m going to bed now. Have a good snuggle then.”

“Yeah alright, good night.”

“Tomorrow it’s either you kicking him out, or me!” she called from the stairs. I shook my head and groaned quietly.

“She’s right, you know.”

I looked down to see Harry awake, moving awkwardly off of me and into a sitting position. I found myself wishing he wouldn’t have, missing his warmth already.

“How much of this did you hear?” I asked, crossing my arms over my stomach to keep from reaching out for him.

“Enough,” he mumbled, his voice hoarse.

I sat up too and scooted back to lean against the armrest and to put space between us.

“Harry-”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N”, he interrupted me. “I’m a piece of shit, I know that. I’m the biggest asshole walking this wor-”

“Stop, Harry, stop. You’re none of that.”

“Yeah, I am,” he contradicted me. “I don’t deserve your comfort just like you don’t deserve my burden. I- oh gosh I completely ruined your evening. Why do I always fuck everything up? I’m-”

“What happened?” I interrupted his rambling. “What did you mean when you said everything was wrong?”

He shrugged, brushing some strands out of his face.

“Everything built up I guess,” he sniffed and I hoped he wouldn’t cry again. It took all I had not to brush the remaining wetness from his tears off his cheeks.

“Breaking up with you was horrible, Y/N. Not a day passed without me regretting it so much my heart hurt. You could probably tell by my voice messages I left-”

“You mean the ones where you told me how much better off you were?”

“Shit,” Harry rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands, “you must know that I didn’t mean that at all. That was the alcohol speaking.”

“You got drunk during the week?”

“What was I supposed to do with myself, knowing that you being gone was all my fault? I missed you so much, Y/N. I can’t even form the right words to explain how much it hurt to be without you.”

“I missed you, too, Harry”, I admitted and he gave me a small smile. “I don’t understand what happened to us.”

“I know it sounds lame but I was under so much stress and I wrongly took it all out on you. The pressure my job brings was just so much and though I love my family, they were constantly giving me a hard time about how I didn’t visit or call them often enough and that is true, but it still bugged me having to hear it all the time. I knew how unhappy I was making you by being gone all the time and that resulted into me feeling like crap.”

“Which then resulted into you behaving horrible around me.”

Harry bit his lip and nodded. “Pretty much. Like I said, I’m an asshole.”

“You’re not, baby,” I told him, looking away in embarrassment when the pet name slipped my lips. It didn’t go unnoticed by him and he cleared his throat. I was glad when he continued without addressing it.

“I just feel lost, Y/N. I don’t have a clue who I am anymore.”

“You’re Harry,” I whispered with a frown and in a bold move took his hand in mine. My thumbs gently caressed the back of his palms. “You are by far the best possible human being I know. A human, Harry. Though you seem to disagree, you actually don’t have to be perfect. It’s okay if you can’t deal with everything and endure all that pressure. The fault isn’t yours, it’s your job’s and your family’s attitude. You’re always so kind and so considerate with everybody’s feelings, I wish the world would give you some of it back.”

He squeezed my hands and his eyes shone with fresh tears. “See this is exactly why I had to see you. You always know the right words to mend me.”

A blush formed on my cheeks and I looked down at our fingers, intwined once again.

“But I don’t deserve it,” Harry continued. “I don’t deserve you. Y/N I’m so sorry about everything I said that night and in those stupid voice messages I left you. You have to believe me that I would take it all back! I didn’t mean a single word I said and I am so pissed at myself for not stopping you from leaving. The image of you walking through that door and away from me has replayed in my mind and broken my heart so many times, you can’t even imagine.”

“Then why didn’t you fight for me?” I asked, swallowing down my own tears that tried to form in my eyes and spill onto my cheeks.

“I wanted to, baby,” he whispered, putting my heart back into pieces by calling me that. “Believe me, I did. But I felt so awful, Y/N. I knew how unhappy I  made you and I didn’t want that for you anymore. Especially after you didn’t return any call I left. Not even the ones where I was crying. I thought you really must be done with me if you can even ignore those.”

“I was hurting, Harry. I needed time away from you to clear my head and when I was ready to talk about us all I got from was you rambling on about how much better your life was ever since I wasn’t part of it anymore.”

“I’m so sorry,” Harry shook his head and squeezed my hand. My body tensed when he reached up and stroke over my cheek with the back of his hand, the gesture used to be so common between us, but now he quickly let his hand fall back to his lap. “I’ve never been more of a mess than since you left. Asshole that I am, I thought that you were fine and wanted to let you know that I was too.”

“Oh, Harry… you’re such an idiot,” I breathed, “How could I be remotely happy without you by my side?”

“I hope you couldn’t,” he whispered, a shy smile gracing his lips. “I miss you.”

“I miss you so much.”

Harry slowly raised his arm again and gently cradled my cheek.

“Y/N, baby, do you think you could forgive me?” he asked quietly, “I know I messed up big time, but I promise you, I can do better and I will. I’ll make sure that I’m home more and that I’ll take the time to listen to you. I’d even learn how to use the bloody washing machine if that’s what it takes. Anything, but please, come back to me.”

I leaned into his hand and looked down, both of my hands holding his free one tightly, afraid he would disappear again if I didn’t. When I spoke, my voice hitched with happiness.

“If you ever say what you said to me that night again, I’m gone for good. I mean it.”

“I promise I won’t,” he swore, shaking his head. His mesmerizing eyes didn’t leave mine as he urged me to believe him. “I will never disappoint you like this again, I swear. I-”

Not needing to hear any more, I let go of his hand and grabbed his face, pressing my needy lips to his. I didn’t care how desperate I seemed, clinging on to him and particularly nestling myself onto his lap. Though I could feel his surprise, he immediately kissed back, just as urgently as I did. Oh, how I missed this. Feeling his warm and soft lips against mine, his tongue lick against my bottom lip, begging me to allow him in, which I of course granted. It didn’t go unnoticed by me that his lover lips felt slightly rougher than it normally had, but I didn’t care. Instead I deepened the kiss in hopes I could mend the torn skin. Harry’s hands held my waist, keeping me pressed against him. My heart felt like it would burst at any minute and my head was cloudy. Kissing him after missing his taste so badly resembled the feeling you get when you burst through the surface of water after having been under for too long. Though breathing wasn’t easy with his mouth pressed to mine, my lungs never felt fuller. Neither of us seemed ready to break the kiss and he moaned lowly when my clothed crotch rubbed against his. When we pulled away we were both smiling so wide our cheeks hurt.

“I love you,” I promised him. “That could’ve never faded away.”

“I love you, too” Harry assured, pressing a small kiss to my nose before pulling away again. “For alway.”

“That’s all I want,” I giggled happily and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

Harry hummed in content and cradled me tighter against his chest.

“Does that mean you’ll protect me when your friend tries to kick me out tomorrow?”

Hope you liked it! This is an imagine that I’ve had for a very long time and that I have rewritten a bunch of times. Feedback is welcome and so are requests! :)


He cheats on you - Harry Styles Imagine

Changed this imagine to a Harry one, not sure why. I hope you enjoy it :) 

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“Im so sorry” Those were the words he had mumbled pathetically with tears rolling down his cheeks when he told me he had been sleeping with other girls while on tour. He sat me down on our couch before putting his hand on my knee and telling me he needed to talk to me.

He had left me waiting for him for nine months while he partied, drank and slept around and the only thing he had to say was sorry? I sat on the floor, holding my legs to my chest before closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I wasn’t going to let myself break down in front of him, not like this.

“I love you, please try to remember th-“

"Don’t, please, just stop” I whispered, desperately trying to swallow the baseball sized lump in my throat. Body betraying me completely as my eyes glossed over, big salty tears dropping from my eyes to my cheeks, then down to my chin. My entire body ached as I felt the sobs rack through me, feeling like my heart had dropped into my stomach.

I heard his footsteps come towards me before sitting down directly across from me. “Baby” He tried, lifting his forefinger and thumb under my chin before slowly lifting it in an attempt to get me to look at him.

“Stop.”

“Talk to me about this, please”

“I c-can’t even look at you right now Harry, let alone s-speak to you”

My mind flashed back to the night before he left for tour, he was holding me to his chest at three o'clock in the morning promising that no amount of distance could tear us both apart, and that when he came home everything would be exactly the way it was, kissing away all of my insecurities until I was confident that he would come back to me the exact same way he left. My boyfriend. My Harry.

I opened my eyes and looked around the room, memories hitting like a train going full speed. I stared at the kitchen, remembering the first morning we spent in our brand new shared apartment. Nothing had been bought yet and I had giggled as he pinched my bum while spreading peanut butter onto bread, both of your pants thrown in a room we hadn’t yet decided what to use it for. Neither of us had cared that there wasn’t a toaster or fridge, or that the new apartment was borderline frozen. We had each other and that was more than enough for us both. I slowly turned to looked at the stairs and remembered the time that he had chased me up them, throwing cake batter at me and in my hair, yelling like a 5 year old excited boy before I had fallen and he instantly dropped the bowl full of batter, scooping me up in his arms and kissing my grazed knee profusely, then licking my forehead coated in cake batter. My eyes grazed across the balcony, remembering the time I had come home to find him lying naked in the sun with nothing but a pair of sunglasses on. I didn’t even want to begin to think about our shared bedroom, and how I would always yell at him for leaving his shoes and dirty underwear everywhere, while he would laugh and kiss my temple, telling me that I needed to calm down. The bed that we had shared for two years, each and every night being pathetically tangled up in eachother, and every night he would kiss me and we both said I love you to each other right before going to sleep. The energy filled late nights. The grumpy and tired early mornings. The half asleep two am talks about outer space. The sleep ins where neither of us could be bothered getting out of bed. The tracing of all of his tattoos when I had woken up before him and how he would repeatedly kiss my face when he woke up before me and was bored. I painfully squeezed my eyes shut again and shook my head, trying to shake away all of the thoughts and constant memories invading your head.

"How many girls?“ I whispered almost inaudibly, knowing that any number of girls he says is going to tear me into shreds.

"No, Y/N, please don’t make me say this, I’ve hurt you enough, I don’t want to hurt you any more.”

“You clearly don’t have any respect for me and you more than clearly don’t care for me the way I’ve cared for you for almost four years of my life. If you owe me anything you owe me honesty Harry.” I slowly looked up at him to find his head hung with his arms rested on his knees.

“3.”

After hearing his reply I instantly jumped to my feet, almost sprinting to the bedroom and grabbing the first bag in sight, shoving any clothes I could get my hands on before moving to the bathroom and putting my toothbrush and toothpaste in the bag.

I angrily slammed the cupboards shut, gasping for air as it felt like my lungs were collapsing, the continuous flow of tears staining my cheeks.

How could he do this to me? I had spent countless nights crying, wishing he was lying in bed next to me and he had spent his nights sleeping with random girls who had thrown themselves at him. This wasn’t him. He was never like this.

My thoughts were cut off as I heard loud thuds bounding up the stars before he burst into the room

“I fucked up, god I fucked up and I know I did. You have more than every right to break up with me right now because I’m a fucking idiot and I’ve ruined any trust you ever had in me but please don’t break up with me, baby. I need you. I need you so fucking much.”

Avoiding his eye contact as I picked up my bag and headed for the door

“I can’t do this Harry. I’ll have someone come and get my things in my few days.”

“No. No no no no no.”

“Stop, please.”

“It isn’t over, we aren’t over. Please. Take as much time as you need, do whatever you need to do but just don’t leave me good. I can’t live without you.”

He begged, his voice cracking at the end, new tears replacing the old ones as he wiped at his cheeks.

“Bye Harry” you choked, before you slowly opened the door and walked out, unsure if this was the last time I would ever see or hear from him again.

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If you want a part 2 let me know :) 

please send me requests I’m trying to procrastinate my uni work but I have noTHING TO DO. Will take anything about anyone.

xx 

“You have sent the fanbase into a frenzy! And why’re you wearing like three layers of clothing? It’s barely cold out.”

Harry looks at his surroundings when he receives the text whilst simultaneously unlocking his car door.

“What do ye’ mean? I’ve not done anything! But how do you know what I’m wearing? I’ve not even started the drive to yours.”

“I think you underestimate my fifth sense when it comes to you, babe! Haha no, woke up to tweets about your long-expected-finally-showing curls. But seriously Haz, aren’t you burning up under all that?”

“Oh, I knew I wasn’t walking alone! You’d think I’d be used to it by now. But not really. Feeling a bit under the weather actually.”

“Harry, meeting my parents can’t be that bad that you’re faking being sick. They’re gonna love you, trust me.”

“I’m not trying to get out of going to your parents, kitten. M'really not feeling well. Been taking medicine so hopefully I’ll be better before we make our trip out.”

“Uh huh, let’s hope you’re not lying to me! It’s probably just anxiety, you’ll get over it.”

“M'not! Promise. Heading over now though. I’ll see you in a bit, pet. Love you xx”

“‘Kay! Love you, too! xo”

***

“Should have really at least taken the hoodie off, babe. Your hair’s damp and I don’t think it’s from rain!”

Y/N opens the door as soon as she hears his car alarm beep, Harry making his way up the steps to her place. He’s wearing his beanie, hair curling out from under it, and she can see why his fans went crazy.

She opens the door further to allow him to step inside, receiving him with a peck to the lips before shutting the door and helping him with his bag.

“Yeah, feeling a bit hot now, actually.”

She watches as he toes off his shoes. And she really shouldn’t gawk at how broad he looks as he raises his arms up and reaches to grasp the hoodie from behind, ridding his body of the thick garment in one swift move as he pulls it over his head. And then again to remove yet another sweater, leaving him in a white tee.

She walks over to the sitting area and sets his bag on the sofa when Harry throws his shorts over her head, chuckling loudly before walking over and engulfing her in a hug, pecking her head in adoration.

“Harry!” She whines, grabbing the shorts and aimlessly throwing them on top of his bag.

But her whines are drowned with the sudden press of Harry’s lips on hers, pecking lightly at first. One peck. And then he pulls away to look down at her, her lips pulled up into a smile now. Another peck. And he pulls away again, this time earning a light giggle. On the third kiss, he keeps his lips on hers a bit longer, his hands now on the small of her back, pressing her flush against him.

And for a minute Y/N had forgotten Harry is wearing a pair of white tights, but she’s suddenly reminded when she feels his bulge pressing against her, not in a sexual way or anything, but it makes it all the more…innocent? Having Harry so close. Being able to reach out and wrap her arms around his neck, playfully tugging at his beanie until she finally takes it off and puts it on her own head.

And it’s then that he breaks the kiss, with a light whisper of “m'gonna get ye’ sick, too, poppet.”

But she disregards the comment, instead she looks him over. The crinkles by his eyes from how he smiles down at her, puffy for some reason, his lips plump and pink from having just kissed her, his hair just a tad disheveled from having just taken the beanie off.

“If you’re as sick as you say, on you go for a shower!” She pecks his lips one last time before bringing a hand down to his bum and giving him a playful pat.

“M'not fakin’ t'get out of meetin’ ye’ parents, kit'en.”

Harry knuckles at his eyes, his other hand running down her arm to take her hand in his, his rings cold on her skin. He brings it up to his lips and kisses the back of her hand lightly before taking a few steps backwards. And he smirks when he sees Y/N’s eyes linger down south. But she doesn’t even try to hide it, eyes dancing on the verge of lust at the view of Harry’s outlined cock. Tights much too tight that it leaves little to the imagination, and they surely outline it perfectly. It’s when Harry clears his throat that she finally comes back out of her own thoughts.

“Can take a shower with me if ye’ wan’, poppet. Wouldn’t mind it at all.” And he brings his fingers down to the top of his tights, thumb sneaking past the waist band to adjust himself.

“Harry, stop!” Y/N’s laugh echoes through the house and she glares at Harry, but he just winks at her, “but as much as I’d love to, I have to finish packing. Now go!”

With out another word, Harry begins his walk to her room, but not before wiggling his bum her way, earning a giggle.

And Y/N can’t believe that after all this time, Harry still has the power to make her feel weak. Heart thumping, chest tightening, butterflies in her tummy weak.

***

The drive to her parents has been nothing less than a nightmare. Y/N would have counted on a complying Harry, but all he seems to be doing is complaining. At first, the car is too hot and the air is barely “breathable.” Then, after turning on the A/C, in which moment Y/N has to put on a sweater because even though Harry is hot, she is rather chilly, he complains about a headache. And after that it becomes too cold, and not only does Y/N have to take her sweater off for the third time, but now she’s also having to take her top off. And she would’ve appreciated Harry’s comment about how much he loves when she’s not wearing a top any other day, but at that particular moment the compliment’s only made her all the more frustrated.

So now, the drive’s become more of a chore than she would’ve liked. She doesn’t wanna press on Harry’s illness, knowing he’s probably just feeling anxious. But she does think he should maybe tone it down a bit and stop being so melodramatic.

Harry’s really beating himself up though. Doesn’t want Y/N thinking he’s actually trying to avoid meeting her parents. He’s been eager to make the trip ever since he first pitched the idea, and c'mon, if he didn’t wanna meet them he wouldn’t have even brought it up. Y/N was always going on about how she thought it might be too soon. How she didn’t want her parents to over step their boundaries and judge him because he’s Harry Styles and he might not be living the lifestyle they’d want their daughter to surround herself with. But after much convincing, she’d caved, and Harry’s been ecstatic since then.

So yeah, he really doesn’t like upsetting his Y/N, and he’ll prove he’s not backing out from this even if he ends up in the hospital.

After hours of silence, they finally arrive, but Y/N still doesn’t utter a word. Instead, she opens the car door as soon as Harry’s pulled into the driveway and putthe car on park.

She opens the boot and helps out with the duffle bags, leaving Harry to carry the bigger suitcase. And he has to find the strength in him to pull it out of the boot, stumbling back a bit from the force, his eyes blurry and head woozy. But he takes a deep breath and continues to lock the car before catching up behind Y/N, who’s leading the way to her parents’ home.

From the moment he steps foot inside, he feels it. He feels the warmth that a home should have. Pictures decorate the walls, personalising its surroundings. Y/N’s parents meet him with tight hugs and comments of how happy they are to finally meet Harry. Y/N’s mom makes a comment on how handsome he is, and he swears she might have even blushed when Harry smiles at her. Her dad greets him with a ‘son’ and Harry likes the sound of that.

Y/N excuses them after a moment, telling her parents she’s gonna settle them in her old bedroom real quick before having to head down for an early dinner.

Harry trails behind her, luggage in hand. She sets their stuff down on the end of the bed they’ll be sleeping in, shuffling about to unpack the necessities. Harry just watches her body move around the room, clearly still remembering where everything should go. He stands by the door quietly, fiddling with his rings and biting the inside of his cheek because he really just wishes she’d stop being mad at him, wishes she can just look at him at least. And he can feel the worry lines begin to form on his forehead, his lips pulled into a line in thought of how he’s gonna make this up to her. Not that it’s any of his fault, but he just can’t stand to see her upset.

But he continues to stand there, fingers running through his damp hair, eyes drowsy. And it’s not until he yawns that Y/N finally pays him any attention since they left her place.

She walks over to him and brings a hand to cup his cheek. She stands on her toes and brings her lips to his forehead in a light kiss. “Take a nap, babe. I’ll come get you when the food’s done.”

Harry complies easily at that, toes his shoes off and sneaks under the covers.

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Y/N isn’t sure why Harry’s still asleep. She dragged making dinner as long as she could so he can rest longer, but for some reason Harry’s still upstairs.

“Be right back mum, gonna go get Harry.”

She makes her way to the room, peeking the door open, the room just a bit brightened by what’s left of daylight seeping through the window curtains. It’s odd, when Harry’s asleep there’s usually a wheezing sound, a sound that soothes her ears when they’re laid in bed. But the room is oddly quiet. She sees his body stir a bit, and it’s when he painfully grunts that she walks to stand over him, peeling the covers back just a bit.

“Oh my god, babe,” her heart just about stops at the sight of him. Paler than usual, lips a bright pink against his complexion. “You’re soaked in sweat.”

She removes the cover all the way then, tugging at his arm for him to sit up.

“Harry, why didn’t you tell me?” The worry in her voice breaks Harry’s heart, he thinks he really should have taken more medicine.

“Tried t’.” His body is weakly slumped, head hanging because he doesn’t even have enough strength to hold it up.

She’s working to get his drenched shirt up and off, tossing it elsewhere before pulling the covers around his shoulders.

“Oh I’m so sorry, sweets. Crap I’m really really sorry. You did try to tell me.”

“S'fine, kit'en.” He’s rubbing at his eyes tirelessly as Y/N walks away and back, towel in hand. She runs the soft cloth over his face, down to his chest, and wherever else she can reach before bringing it up to his hair. Seeing how week he is, she then helps him put on another shirt.

“It’s not.” She takes her hand to his forehead, and she almost loses it at how hot he feels. And god does she feel awful. Knows she should have believed him, or at least made sure and checked him.

With out a single word, she runs out of the room, and explains to her parents how sick Harry is before running back and taking a seat next to Harry who’s now lying back down, covers tucked under his arm.

He feels her tap at his shoulder to get him to face her, and gulps down the spoonful of medicine she gives him before she tells him her parents have called their doctor over.

“M'sorry for ruinin’ our first day here, lit'el one.”

“Oh no no,” as if she hadn’t felt bad enough, now HE’S the one apologising for being sick, that’s just like Harry to do that.

She wraps an arm under and around Harry’s shoulder, shushing him as she pulls his body closer to hers, her fingers trailing under where his eyes have swollen before tangling in his hair in soothing strokes. She kisses where his eyebrow arches, and Harry can only bury his face in her neck then, pursing his lips to lay a gentle kiss on her neck.

“G'na take care o’ me now?” His glossy green eyes look up at her, the lines on his forehead prominent.

“Until you’re all better, babe.”

Harry hums at that, and even though he’s sick and feeling awful, having Y/N with him, fingers running through his hair, help more than he can ever ever express.

To the public eye, Harry is the most happy-go-lucky lad anyone’s ever seen. He takes it upon himself to be the most polite, his smile lively every time he greets someone, language so proper and sweet it makes loads of people swoon. And don’t get him wrong, he absolutely loves being that way, kind and giving, knows his mum would be disappointed if he were anything else, and Harry loves making his mum proud. Whether it be the fact that he’s gotten to be a big star, which he really doesn’t mean to be cocky or what not when he thinks about it, or that when it comes to interacting with people, he’s the most tentative he can be. He knows his mum would be proud.

So yeah, a lot of people see a side of Harry that’s extremely admirable. High up in the music industry, yet he’s one of the most humble people anyone could ever meet. Even for his age, outsiders note he’s extremely mature, grateful too.

And Harry likes to keep his life private, only to share with close family and friends. So while a lot of outsiders get to see an all-around cheerful Harry, those close to him know he has his moments.

He has ups, like when he’s on stage with-out a care in the world. When he’s doing what he loves and showing all the love he has to the people who made everything possible. When he’s roaming never before seen cities and having a grand time out with the lads, joking about and just having fun.

And just like he has ups, Harry also has downs. And it used to be when he would read something about himself that might not be all true. In fact, a lot of the times all these tabloids and magazines have everything all wrong. But most recently, his downs are a cause from being homesick. Missing his mum and Gem. Missing his hometown and the little places he used to visit on the regular that have more or so become a memory. But more than not, he can admit his heart aches from being so far from her. Harry has begun to spend endless nights awake and wondering what Y/N’s doing. If she’s doing alright, how her day has been going and if she’s stressed. He’ll be lying in bed staring up at the ceiling of whatever hotel he’s in for the night, or sometimes the tour bus, his bare chest quivering from how much he misses her. And he doesn’t mean to cry, but he can’t help it. He feels like ripping the cover off himself, packing a few things and just taking the next flight out to go back to her, because he just misses her too much.

But he settles on resting his hand on top of his belly, trying to find comfort in knowing he’s doing this for her now, too. Wants to makes Y/N proud. Needs to.

And it’s not like Y/N’s not already oh so incredible proud. Knows how big of a dream this has always been, and to see him fulfill it and be so happy enjoying it all makes her happy, even if it means long periods of time apart. Sometimes she lays awake in bed too, thinking if Harry’s been getting enough sleep, what with his shows usually running long. Hopes he’s taking care of himself, eating right and drinking enough water.

But the hole in their chests grows bigger with each day. A phone call doesn’t give the same feeling as being able to have a proper conversation face to face, where they can see each other smile at the jokes they exchange. Where if Y/N’s having a particular rough day, Harry’s able to reach out and comfort her. Sit her on his lap and rub circles on her lower back, pressing light kisses to her temple with soft whispers of “s’all gonna be okay, kitten. M’here, and s’all gonna be fine. Promise.” Or if Harry’s feeling a bit under the weather she’ll tuck him into bed and take care of him until he’s better. And she’ll lay with him and let him be the little spoon. She’ll cuddle him and let him play with their intertwined fingers as her other hand runs through the strands of his hair and massages his scalp to soothe a headache.

A phone call is definitely not enough.

But they both fall asleep none the less.

And the next day it’s the same feeling. Sometimes Harry doesn’t even want to get up from bed. But when his phone rings with a notification reading ‘Morning, love bug! Missing you loads! Have a wonderful day! Ring you later?’ Harry’s heart aches, a good kind of ache. Because he knows Y/N was thinking of him when she woke up. And she’s given him the energy to get up for the day, but not before replying with ‘Morning, poppet! Missing you tons like you can’t imagine. We’ll video chat, miss seeing your beautiful face! xx’

They’ll go about their day, that is until they get a breather and reality hits them again. Harry will be sat in his dressing room, outstretched on a reclining chair, arm resting on the arm of the chair but bent so his thumb and knuckles are at his temples. He’ll have his phone in his other hand, mostly just staring at nothing in particular when it buzzes. He’ll open up the message to a picture of her, a smile he misses so dearly and the ache in his heart that had subsided, but was completely far from gone, begins to creep back up in him. And before he knows it, he realizes he’s been staring at the picture for far too long, his eyes glazed and he’s trying so hard not let the tears fall, not here, not now.

He’s biting the inside of his cheek, blinking away the tears and still staring at the picture. He runs his thumb over the keys a couple of times, only to delete what he’s typed over and over again. Doesn’t know if he should tell her he’s been missing her so much it hurts, wants her to drop everything and fly out to him. He wants to tell her just that, but he doesn’t want to be selfish. A couple of more minutes go by and he still hasn’t replied. Normally Y/N wouldn’t linger on it too long. Would wait for a reply because she knows how busy Harry can get. But she also knows Harry perfectly, and as silly as it sounds, sometimes she can feel when he’s not okay. So the feeling in her gut has her feeling uneasy. It’s the same with Harry though. Weirdly enough, but at the same time not so much, he’s also able to tell when she’s having a rough day, even if they’re miles apart. So it’s very common for them to text each other out of the blue with concern in regards to how they’re feeling. They could be talking about a cute old lady Y/N saw at the grocery store when out of nowhere Harry’s will ask if she’s feeling okay. And sometimes it takes some prying, but Y/N tells him everything eventually.

So Harry knows she knows when he notices the blue bubble on his phone that indicates the other person is writing. ‘Everything alright, Haz?’ But he still doesn’t know whether to tell her. Not because he doesn’t want to be a burden. They’re far into their relationship for either to think that way. But because he doesn’t want to make her feel bad, not more than what she’s feeling because that feeling he gets when she’s not okay is starting to creep up on him. And he knows maybe it’s because she’s beginning to worry that he hasn’t replied. Would be useless to lie and say everything’s fine when he knows she wouldn’t believe him. So of course she’s staring to worry. It doesn’t take long for her to send her message though.

“I’ll be there in a few hours, love bug. I love you!”

And Harry lets out a sigh of relief. Knows the moment he sees her, he’ll feel so much better.

“Thank you, kitten. Love you most!”

You’re in love with him but he has a girlfriend PART 2 - Niall Horan requested imagine.

Okay so can I just start by saying that I know I’m awful. It’s honestly been over 2 weeks since the first part and I said that this imagine would be posted days ago. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry. A few things went on and I was feeling really shitty and not up to writing. BUUUUTTTT here is the second part to the Niall Imagine. I don’t know what it is but whenever I sat down to write the first and second part of this my brain went blank and it felt like I didn’t even know the english language. I was stumped for ideas and feel really eh posting the second part but I hope it had the ending you wanted! Let me know what you think :) 

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Two months.  No call. Not even a text. Nothing. The person who you gave everything to for eleven years of your life didn’t even want to pick up the phone to try and communicate with you. Not that you blamed him, you didn’t. You hadn’t tried to speak to him either, but from the moment you walked away from him on his front porch two months ago you had somehow hoped that he would come after you. He didn’t.

You wanted to say you had at least tried to get over him, or that you were trying to be the bigger person and be happy for his happiness, but you weren’t, and you hadn’t. You checked the articles written about him, stalked the twitter fan accounts to see what he had been doing day to day. Nothing hurt like seeing him go on with his life when it felt as if yours had been put in reverse.

You also wanted to be angry with him for not making any sort of effort towards you, because if he cared he would have at least called, right? You couldn’t bring yourself to be angry, all you were was sad. The kind of sad that ate you up throughout the day, having you check your phone constantly every five minutes, hoping that he would have at least liked one of your Instagram posts. The kind of sad that made you restless throughout the night, when you desperately wanted to sleep but the ache in your chest and the lump in your throat made it impossible. You felt so small.

The pictures of Celine and him at another music festival came out three days after you had exploded in front of both of them, and the Tuesday night after that pictures of them eating at one of the most expensive restaurants in London came out. You were petty, you were bitter, but you could admit that. You hated her. You hated that she made Niall happier in four or so months than you had in eleven years.

Every Tuesday since what had happened was the same. You would walk to your favourite Italian restaurant, order take away pasta and then make your way back to your apartment, before eating alone on the couch. You missed your Niall filled Tuesday nights, talking about whatever came to his mind or listening to him strum different chords on his guitar to bits and pieces of songs he was working on.  You missed how at two o’clock in the morning Niall would be mumbling nonsense because he was too tired to form proper sentences, and how he would then push his face into your shoulder, telling you it was too late for you to leave and you should just stay. You always did.

This Tuesday was no different to the rest. You finished your classes at midday before making your way to work, after going home to get dressed and then walking to buy yourself dinner. It felt stupid that every Tuesday hurt, but it did. You were feeling unusually light today, the weather was starting to warm up for spring and you didn’t need to be wearing 45 layers of clothes.  

You rambled down the sidewalk, taking the longest route possible trying to enjoy the weather and also if you were being honest with yourself, to waste as much time as possible. The longer you could delay eating alone in your apartment while you saw new paparazzi photos of Niall and Celine out at dinner, the better. You watched children being ushered away by their parents, young couples giggling and striding through the streets and an elderly couple slowly walking through the park, holding hands. Your heart squeezed in your chest, tight.

After thirty-five minutes of wandering, the sky was its darkest blue and the streetlights were glowing. You only had to walk into the shop for the owner to smile and nod at you, gesturing for you to take a seat because he already knew what you were going to order. You sat down on one of the plastic chairs before unlocking your phone and scrolling through it. You hadn’t seen any new photos or articles about Niall and Celine for a while and were beginning to wonder what tropical island he had whisked her off too, free from the paparazzi and obsessed fans. This hiatus made you want to nose dive into cement.

Soon enough your food was called and you thanked and paid the owner before quickly leaving the shop. The warm weather had left along with the light of the day and you hadn’t thought to bring a jacket.

Putting your head down, you started back to your apartment, determined to get there as fast as possible, the complete opposite to how you had walked to get your dinner. The feeling of guilt, loneliness and sadness had sunk back into the pit of your stomach and you just wanted to be rugged up in bed, watching shitty television to try and make yourself feel better.

“Stubborn thing yeh are” A voice stopped you in your tracks, your eyes widening although still looking down at the pavement. You knew that voice.

It wasn’t.

Had you missed him so much that you were imagining his voice on people? You were fucked. Quite literally deluded.

You slowly looked up at the owner of the voice before blinking. Once. Twice. Three times even. You weren’t going crazy. Your blonde haired, sky blue eyed shit head of a best friend was really standing in front of you. You realised you had been staring at him for a little bit too long, but you couldn’t find the proper words to respond to him.

“uhh, what?” You questioned, hoping that it was an understandable response.

“We’ve had fights before, but yeh usually call meh after a few hours. 8 weeks an’ nothin’. I was startin to think we’d never eat dinner again together”  

You were supposed to call him? Did he not hear you pour your heart out to him and tell him that you were in love with him? You couldn’t help but be irritated. For the past two months the only thing you had properly thought about was him, and now that he was standing in front of you, leaning against a street light, you wanted to kick him.

“I figured if you ever wanted to speak to me again you would have Niall, didn’t know it was up to me to come back to you.” You muttered to the ground, not being able to look at him.

“Wha? Just because you were rude to Celine at dinner once doesn’t mean I never wanted to speak to yeh again”

“That’s not really why Niall, and I think you know that, but I’m glad I’m forgiven for that anyway. How is she? Celine?” You could almost see the bitterness of your tone in the air as you spoke those words, hoping he wouldn’t pick up on it. Either he was choosing to ignore what this was really about or he was thicker than you ever thought he was.

“Wouldn’t know,” He mumbled. You looked up at the same time he looked down, your positions swapping.

“What?”

“We broke up, bout two weeks ago now, maybe three” He nodded at you, looking up from the ground

“Oh Niall, I’m so sorry” You didn’t like her, but you’d rather you be upset over him being in a relationship than him being miserable and heartbroken.

“s’not a big deal, really” He softly smiled before continuing, “Yeh probably wondering why I just showed up on the side of the street near yeh house. I actually knocked on your door, bout half an hour ago and I was just leavin. M’not following yeh”

“Oh, no I didn’t think you were. Confused that you’re standing in front of me, yes. But not worried that you’re stalking me. I’ve been thinking the complete opposite for the past two months” You chewed on the side of your cheek, not sure why a conversation with him was becoming so awkward so quickly.

Neither of you spoke for a while, not even glancing in each other’s direction as the air grew thick between the both of you. You felt sick. You hadn’t thought about what your first encounter with Niall would be like, but it definitely wasn’t awkward silence on the pavement.

“I miss yeh,” He whispered, almost inaudibly. “I miss yeh so much it’s fuckin eatin me”  

“What?” You almost gasped, staring at him dead in the eyes.

“I couldn’t do it,” He started, narrowing his eyes at your shoes, breaking the eye contact before continuing “Yeh know when we were around 17 I was convinced I was in love with yeh? You were the only one who was still you after everything changed. After X factor, when things started getting crazy everyone started being so fake to meh. It’s like I couldn’t do anythin wrong. But yeh didn’t change with me, not one bit. Still rolled yeh eyes at me, told me I was an idiot when I was doing things wrong. Yeh kept me grounded. But you were my best friend, so I couldn’t think of yeh like that could I? I was so scared I was goin to fuck something up that I pushed those feelings away. Pushed em so far away I didn’t even think about them until dinner with Celine.”

“Niall, you don’t have to explain” you muttered, but he wasn’t having any of that.

“Let meh finish, please. So I hadn’t thought about any of that stuff, because we were best friends, right? Yeh don’t think about yeh best friend that way. I needed you; I couldn’t be in a relationship and mess it up, because I needed my best friend. And then when yeh said what yeh said at dinner all the feelins’ just came back. I thought they only came back because you said it, and it was meh 17-year-old self being an idiot. I had a girlfriend who I loved so I couldn’t be in love with yeh. But it didn’t go away, as hard as I tried, the feelin just didn’t go away. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t be in a relationship with someone while the girl I loved wasn’t even talking to meh.”

You inhaled sharply, not sure if you had heard any of the conversation correctly or if you were making it all up in your head.

“And I know I was an asshole, I didn’t even try to speak to yeh, I’m so sorry” He finished, walking up to you properly.

He slowly lifted up his hands to gently cradle your face, thumbs wiping at the tears you didn’t even know had started to fall.

“Don’t cry over this, ‘m not worth yeh tears” he whispered, his face so close to yours.

Your heart was rattling in your chest, you were positive he could hear it. You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, his warm hands forcing you to forget that you were only wearing a thin jumper and that it was freezing out. Wrapping both your arms around his waist you pulled him closer to you, his scent washing over you. You knew you had missed him, but this was more than you thought.

“Niall?” you asked softly, looking up at him.

“Hm?” He replied, keeping one of his hands on your face while winding the other around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Kiss me.”


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Requests are always open lovelies :) xxx

its also 3:24 am and I havent edited this so hajhsnbhahahahahahaiskhjdha help me my brain hurts 

Preference #20 - Another Boy Tweets A Photo Of Your Child (Niall)

@Harry_Styles: Had the best day out with this little Miss, @NiallOffical @Y/T/N I’m keeping her forever. H 

Written By Bree xx 
(Photos found on google images)

Choosing the wrong Priorities Part 2

Hi everyone! This is a follow up to this piece of writing: http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/147355012373/choosing-the-wrong-priorities-part-1

I hope you liked the first part of this story and will be pleased with the second. Personally, I feel like it’s a good ending, but if any of you want a part 3, let me know and I’ll think about it. 

Three days later

“Mate, you got to stop moping around all day! Move your butt into the shower and get dressed. I don’t want to show up late to my own party, man.”

Light flooded the room as Jeff pulled back the curtains of the bedroom window with a forceful jerk. I groaned as I tried to blend out his voice by burying my head deeper into our white pillows. Her smell still hadn’t quite left the fabric and I tried to hold on to it for as long as I could. It was unlikely that she would ever want to be back in this bed again.

“Leave me alone.”

Jeff responded with another harsh pull, this time on the sheets, exposing my chest. I acted quick and protectively wrapped my arms around my middle, but he saw anyway.

Jeff laughed. “What the hell are you wearing?”

“She gave me this shirt,” I muttered. My throat hurt of soreness and I wished for nothing more, but to be pulled back under by the relief that was sleep. Jeff wasn’t having that though and proceed to tease me.

“It’s baby blue.”

“I happen to like baby blue.”

“Does it say ‘my personal snuggle buddy’? Alright, that’s kinda cute.”

“She’s always cute,” I cried, not even embarrassed anymore. Jeff had seen and heard me bawl my eyes out enough over the past days. He did, along with my mom, Gem and Niall. All of them had tried to cheer me up and failed miserably. Y/N’s sad and hurt expression just didn’t seem to leave my thoughts and continued to burn my mind with guilt.

Jeff sighed and I had to give him credit for not sounding annoyed with me at all. “I know you miss her, Harry. But you’ve been in bed for three days now. You ought to get over it.”

“That’s easy enough for you to say. You didn’t ruin your only relationship ever that was actually going somewhere over something as stupid as a promotion deal.”

“That stupid promotion deal is still on, by the way,” Jeff said as he made his way over to my closet. “Lucky for us, Ms. Kendall Jenner is still in on it and when you wear this,” he held out my black shirt with white dots on it, “will have her weak in the knees for you. I know it shows off your biceps.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. Y/N used to love it when I wore that particular shirt. I pushed myself up into a sitting position and glared at my friend angrily. Sometimes he really did push past boundaries.

“What about 'I won’t fucking cheat on my girlfriend’ didn’t you understand? Put my shirt back and leave.”

I swallowed down the sick feeling I got when I thought about the likely possibility that 'girlfriend’ wasn’t a correct term anymore.

“Quit taking your sour mood out on me, Harry. I never forced you to agree, but you did anyway. It’s not my fault that your beloved Y/N didn’t take it well and walked out on you,"Jeff growled, throwing the black material onto the bed.

"It was me who walked out on her,” I muttered, shame evident in my voice. “I was so sure that she wouldn’t leave me so I just left her to cry on her own. What kind of boyfriend does that?”

The bed dipped as Jeff sat down by my side with a huff. He didn’t say anything but gently placed a hand on my shoulder.

“I’m sorry I’m being insensitive. I’m not trying to rub salt into your wound,” he spoke calmly. “But I just know that you’re hurting. That’s why I think surrounding yourself with what’s left of her stuff won’t help. You need to get out of this house for a bit.”

“To your party to get a good snog with Kendall. I decline, thank you.” I muttered in defeat.

“You don’t have to suck Kendall’s face off if you’re really that uncomfortable with it,” Jeff rolled his eyes, “I’ll talk to her for you. Just get out of bed for a bit and I guarantee you, you’ll feel better.”

My teeth tugged on my bottom lip. On one hand it probably wouldn’t be too bad if I got some fresh air for a change, given the fact that I hadn’t left our house, but what worried me was, what if Y/N saw pictures of me attending the party? A party we were supposed to go to together? She’d surely understand that as a sign that I was over her, unaware of the impossibility of that. Anything could take her further away from me.

“Y/N was supposed to come with me,” I muttered in defeat. “I don’t want her to think I’m over it and out being the life of the party again.”

“First of all, I’m the life of the party. Especially since it’s mine.” Jeff patted me on the back and got back up. “And second, you should call her. Tell Y/N you decided to go to the party and that she’s still welcome to come as well. That way she won’t be surprised by pictures of you.”

“I don’t know.”

“C'mon,” Jeff encouraged, wiggling his eyebrows.

I groaned. “Fine. But I’m not changing shirts. I’m already wearing my go-to outfit.”

“You got to be kidding me.”

Y/N POV

Even from outside, the music was impossible to miss. I clutched my bag tightly with shaking fingers as the queue in front of me got shorter. My eyes squeezed shut and I urged my feet not to run. The only hope I had was that Jeff hadn’t forgotten to add my name to the guest list. The tall and broad bouncer by the door eyed me suspiciously. I was likely the only non-celebrity person he’d had to let in tonight.

“Y/N Y/LN?” he repeated, one eyebrow arched and I nodded. He studied the clipboard in his hand again.

“Yep. There you are.”

He stepped aside and I thanked him before entering the familiar house. Harry had often brought me around when him and Jeff hung out so I easily found my way through the crowded entryway and into the living room. My eyes scanned the faces, looking for anyone I’d recognize form anywhere other than a magazine front cover.

“Y/N?”

I sighed in relief and welcomed the long arms from my irish friend wrapping around me.

“It’s so good to see you,” I sighed, “I was afraid I wouldn’t know anyone. You being here is such a relief.”

Niall chuckled and shook his blond haired head.

“Right back at you, darling. You look incredible,” he spoke kindly. “Though you could use a drink, I believe. Let’s go get us one.”

With an arm around my shoulder he guided me to the counter that had been turned into a bar, but before he could so much as reach for a glass, his arm tightened. My head turned into the same direction as his and my eyes found what had him tense up. Not more than 8 feet away from us he stood, surrounded by all of his friends and dressed in his awfully expensive black shirt. A shirt that was now tightly fisted in between Kendall Jenner’s fingers as she held him tightly, their lips connected in a kiss. Tears shot to my eyes and spilled onto my cheeks before I could stop them. This hurt more than I could’ve imagined. It was as though he had ripped my heart out. Bile rose to my throat and I forcefully shrugged off Niall’s arm. He called out my name and I saw Harry’s head snap up from the edge of my eye. My legs shakily carried me to the luckily deserted stairs and I hurried up to where I knew the bathroom was. I didn’t allow myself to fully break down until I’d safely locked the bathroom door behind me. Then I could do nothing to stop my knees from buckling.

How could he do this to me?

We hadn’t even officially declared our break up and yet he had the nerve to make out with Kendall, not even for the paps, but in front of his friends? Ugly and loud sobs escaped my mouth as a thought dawned on me. That couldn’t have been in an effort to prove something. She was pretty after all. Of course he had wanted to kiss her instead of me. I was practically nothing next to Kendall.

“He must be with her now,” I muttered in defeat. “Not for the public, but for himself.”

I hadn’t expected to regret my decision to come to the party 5 minutes into it. How foolish had I been? A loud knock interrupted my trace of thoughts and I scattered back to my feet, while calling that I’d need another minute. The knocking continued though and was  followed by a raspy:

“Y/N, let me in.”

I cursed my heart at how it danced by the mere sound of his voice. I had always found comfort in it and a certain warmth still spread through me at the sound. I knew him well enough to be sure that he wouldn’t go away, even if he only followed me to tell me to leave. With still wet cheeks I took a deep breath and hesitantly unlocked the door. I lowered my gaze to my feet, though I wasn’t embarrassed to show him my hurt. But looking at him meant seeing the lips she had just finished kissing. Harry straddled me by not saying anything but attaching his hands onto my shoulders before I could protest. He pushed me further back into the bathroom and locked the door behind himself. Next thing I knew was that his familiar strong arms wrapped around my form and that he collected all the tears I had left to give into his neck as I sobbed heavily.

“Please let go, Harry,” I pleaded weakly but at the same time laid my arms around his neck. There was no fight left in me. Not with him this close and his ever comforting smell filling my nose. After this morning I had truly believed that he still wanted me. I continued to cry heavily and Harry responded by pressing me tighter against himself and by nuzzling his head in my hair. He didn’t even react when I sniffled noisy against his neck.

“Let go,” I cried shamefully, “I saw you! I saw you with her.”

Harry’s muscles twitched at my words.

“You shouldn’t have seen that,” he spoke in a half whisper. His lips attached to my skin and I let out a weak whimper when I felt him kiss my neck softly. “I’m sorry. I love you.”

“I can see that,” I breathed. “How can you still believe that me seeing it is what upsets me.”

“It shouldn’t have happened at all. I know, darling,” he agreed hoisting me up by my hips and picking me up.

“How could you do that to me?” I continued to sob, “After your voicemail I believed- I thought you-”

I had been surprised at his gentle request to come to Jeff’s party. He’d said that he called to reassure me that any arrangement with Kendall was called off. Apparently not as much canceled as rescheduled. Harry took a deep breath and pressed one last peck to my jaw before slowly lessening his grip, setting me back down on my feet. His hands reached up and he gently cradled my face, locking his own teary eyes with mine.

“I promise you, I told Jeff that I wouldn’t go through with it. I was the biggest asshole in the world to even ask such a ludicrous thing of you. I’m so sorry.”

The sincerity in his voice took my breath away. Had I not seen I might have even fallen for it.

“Why was she kissing you then?” I asked in a shaking, yet challenging voice.

Harry shrugged in defeat. “I don’t know. She came over to say hi and next thing I know, she’s kissing me. Maybe Jeff didn’t tell her yet but I truly am just as surprised by all of this as you are.”

“I’m somehow more hurt than surprised,” I scoffed.

“And I get that. But I don’t want her, Y/N. I just want you. Please believe me, I didn’t want to do this to you and if you’d let me I would go and tell the world all about us. It’s beyond me how I could ever not want everyone to know that you own my heart.”

He reached up and gently brushed a strand of hair off my cheek and smiled softly.

“Please come back to me.”

I felt myself whimper at his request and he frowned as his words caused more tears to fall.

“You’re the one who left,” I cried. “You’re the one who wasn’t happy.”

He opened his mouth but I interrupted him by a punch to his stomach.

“I gave everything I had into out relationship and you shamelessly took that for granted,” My voice rose with every word and he didn’t even move away as I continued hitting him. “You saw my heart break in front of you and did nothing!”

Harry wrapped the fingers of his hand around my wrists to stop my assault and forced me to look at him by taking my chin in his free one.

“You have every right to end our relationship. I know I didn’t treat you right, but I also know that I could.”

Harry let go of my wrists and hesitantly placed his hands on my hips instead. His eyes lit up when I didn’t shrug him off. What an image him and me must’ve made. Two people holding onto each other with desperate, scratching fingers and both crying heavily, the noise overshadowing the faint beat from the music downstairs. Harry gently squeezed my hips to get me to focus on his eyes again.

“Please, Y/N. Allow me to show you how committed I am to you. Body, heart and soul. I love you with every piece of me and can’t imagine a day I would spend happy if you’re not by my side.”

My ears rang and my cheeks started to feel sticky. His sincere green eyes willed me to believe him and I felt as if a thread had knotted around my heart and that it was now pulled towards him with a force I couldn’t fight. He sighed in relief when my hands reached up to hold him by his neck.

“I have never loved a person as deeply as I love you, Harry,” I spoke quietly, my thumbs moving in circular motions against his cheekbones.

He whimpered at my words and a smile graced his lips before I carefully pressed my own against them. I pushed any thought of the pretty model downstairs away and instead focused on the moan that escaped him and his arms that held me close. He moved to nip on my jaw when I turned to disconnect out lips.

“You still have some making up to do.”

He pulled away and nodded. His eyes danced with happiness. “Anything you want, my love. As long as you allow me to be with you again.”

My heart fluttered as I watched his face light up upon receiving my small nod and he bowed his head to collect another kiss.

“I love you Harry.”

“I love you, too,” he whispered and tightened his hold around me. “It’ll be different from now on. I promise that you will be happy.”

Hope you liked it! 

Here is part 3: 

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Roof Top

Harry has thing for scenery views. Everywhere he goes, he likes to admire his surroundings because it’s different everywhere. He likes the cities and enjoying the liveliness it brings. Tall buildings, busy streets, blinding lights. But Harry also likes traveling to less hectic places where the distant stars are visible and breezy days feel better. But most than anything, Harry loves rooftops.

It’s become some sort of a must when he stays in hotel room to go up to the roof and watch over the scenery. Sometimes he sees nothing but buildings upon buildings, each with lights as bright as the next. There’ll be cars driving to and from, people roaming around below in the days and nights trying to get from one place to another by foot or bicycle or other sorts of transportation. Other times he’ll have clear views of the beach, never ending waters that seem to be prefect background for sunsets.

But yeah, Harry likes being able to take a moment for himself and drink it all up. Every city, every town he visits. And sure, he’s always got a nice view from the suites he stays in, which can be pretty high up. But there’s just something different about being able to see everything from the open space of a roof top.

He never passes up the opportunity to take a photograph either. Thinks that when he’s older and wants to remember everywhere he’s been, a photograph will surely help him remember of the places he’s lucky enough to have visited. Knows looking back at them with his future wife and kids will bring back memories and stories he’ll be more than glad to share with them.

“Ready Haz?”

Y/N’s voice brings him back from his trance as he turns his head to look back at his best friend. And Harry thinks there’s only one thing he loves more than roof tops themselves, and that’s sharing it with her.

“Ready, poppet.”

At first he was afraid to let people know he would sneak out at night to go to the roof and take photos for his memory book, thought people would think it was real cheesy or summat. But Harry’s always been able to be completely honest with Y/N. Like one time, he really wanted to try out face masks because he was becoming insecure with his acne, and he’d been trying loads of stuff but still couldn’t get it under control. So being a guy, he didn’t know what treatments to get or where to begin, and frankly he wasn’t in the mood for asking anyone else for advice in fear of being made fun of. So he’d jokingly mentioned it to Y/N, minus the fact that it was ‘cos he wanted help with getting rid of his pimples and stuff, and she jumped at the idea. Told him about brands and scents and all that, and they would even do it together occasionally. So yeah, anyone who knows them can tell you they’ve always been supportive of each other, which is why they’re currently walking up the stairway of the hotel, cameras in hand.

“Didn’t know there was a pool up here.” Y/N’s always been amazed by the views roof tops offer. Loves looking over at things and realizing how lucky she is to be able to experience all of it with Harry.

“Up feh some skinny dippin’?” Harry offers, wiggling his eyebrows and giving Y/N a cheeky smirk only to earn himself a light slap on the arm.

“Looks like it’s gonna rain, Haz.”

The sky on their side was a light shade of blue, but from a distance they could see the grey over taking it, the air becoming cooler.

“We won’t be long, love. Now gi’me a smile and say queso!”

And that’s exactly what Y/N did. Never really refused to do what Harry asked her to. And maybe it’s because she loves the way he smiles, his dimples prominent and the fact that there’s always a glimmer to his eyes. She loves it when the corner of his pink lips pull up, his two front bunny teeth showing, making him the loveliest thing she’s ever seen. Or maybe she’s always so compliant because she just can’t say no. The way she feels about him taking control of her mind and her body and making her vulnerable to any request.

Harry’s fingers seem to almost completely wrap around the camera. And Y/N can’t help but stare at the way his fingers move every time he adjust his grip on it. Can’t look away when he tilts it down to look at the shot he’s just taken, he eyebrows knitted and looking at the small screen. Doesn’t mind the way he looks at her before he takes one either. Gives her a quick smile before bringing it up to eye level and crouching a bit, closing one eye to look into the lens. And definitely doesn’t mind doing watching him doing it all over again.

He keeps at it for a while more, and she doesn’t warn him when he’s literally a step away from completely soaking his sock covered foot with pool water. Only laughs when it finally happens and Harry’s enough to jump forward and look back to the pool.

“Oi yeh little minx. Couldn’t tell me could yeh?” And Harry laughs, because he can’t be mad at Y/N. Not when she’s in a fit of laughter, doubling over and holding her tummy at how funny she thinks it is that Harry’s gone and put his foot in the pool.

“This is more fun!”

And he threatens to pull her into the water when he takes a hold of his wrist, the camera hanging in the air in his other hand.

“Oh really? Thought it was funny now did yeh??”

She’s shrieking and trying to wriggle her hand from his, “no Harry, please! I don’t wanna get wet!”

“Yeh think I did?” But he lets her go anyway, “hold this will yeh.”

She takes the camera from him, still giggling but now snapping her own photos of him.

“If I fall ill, s’on your head.” And if Y/N thought watching Harry drown his foot in water was funny, watching him shake his leg around in an attempt to ‘dry’ it is a bigger laugh.

Soon Harry’s not much minding his wet sock, and takes to making funny faces to the camera instead. And between laughs and Harry chasing Y/N around, neither feel the drops trickle on their bodies as it begins to rain heavy, Y/N’s hair dampening and Harry’s shirt beginning to stick to his torso.

“Not so dry now huh?” Harry childishly sticks out his tongue at her.

“Whatever! You’re lucky this camera’s water proof!”

Y/N’s able to snap one last picture before Harry’s got her in his embrace, whispering threats of jumping into the pool with her as her feet leave the ground and they’re both in a fit of laughter.

And Harry realizes there’s no one else he’d rather share this with.

This is the cutest thing I have ever seen😭😭❤️❤️