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A/N: this is shorter than usual and contains lots of fluff! hope you enjoy!
word counting: 933


Among all things Y/N and Harry had in common, both of them shared a rather busy life, which could get in the way of their relationship sometimes.

This week, particularly, was literally hell for Y/N. The company she works for had just started a new project, leading her boss to request all employees to stay after working-hours to get it done with quicker. So to say she was tired didn’t even begin to describe the feeling of exhaustion she felt throughout her whole body. Her sleeping schedule got messed up and her body literally ached to rest.

So when her feverish and stressful week finally came to an end, sleeping was all Y/N could think about. And due to the very busy week she just had, resting was the only thing she could think of with the little energy she had left.

As soon as she got home, she took off her shoes and carelessly tossed them to the side and sped up to the stairs. Going to bed was literally the only thing she had in mind.

“Love?”, she heard Harry softly call out to her. She hadn’t even acknowledged his presence yet.

Going back a few steps, just enough to see him sitting on the couch, she let out a huge smile.

“Hi, H”, she greeted, heading to his direction and lazily placing a kiss to his lips.

Harry could see how tired she was — and he really couldn’t tell if he was being selfish or not —, but he missed her. Unfortunately, being home wasn’t something as regular as he’d like it to be, so whenever he was, Harry always cherished every second spent next to her.

“How was your day, angel?”, Harry asked, running his hands up and down her arms in attempts to bring her some comfort. After all, he knew how much this week had taken a toll on her. Y/N contently sighed at the warmth his hands were radiating on her skin and closed her eyes at the feeling of him. She can’t remember the last time she’d felt this relaxed — even with such a simple gesture.

“Just like any other day of this week, honestly. I’m tired, Haz. Think I’m gonna head out to bed now”, she let out a yawn and leaned down to press one last kiss to his temples.

“Don’t go to bed yet, love. I think it’s too early, no?”, Harry said with a small smile tugging at the end of his lips. He slowly reached out for her and held a tight — yet very comforting — grip on her, pulling her down to lay on top of him.

“But I’m tired, Harry. You know how shitty this week was for me”, she said pouting and letting a frown plaster upon her face.

“I know, love. But I miss you. Haven’t been able to be with you like this in almost a whole week. It was killin’ me”.

When she looked up at him, Harry was already looking down at her with the sweetest smile she’s ever seen. He looked at her with such tenderness she couldn’t say ‘no’ at his plead. And even though she spent the whole week wondering when she’d be able to sleep a good and full 10 hours, she missed him too. And now that she’s here, limply laying on top of him, she can’t complain about not sleeping right now. Harry has always brought her such comfort that not even the comfiest and fluffiest bed could level up to him.

“Yeah… okay”, she gave in. A genuine smile on her face as she wrapped her arms around his torso. As soon as Harry placed one of his arms around her waist and the other on her upper back, so he could play with her hair, she sighed in content again, bringing one of her own to play with his hair as well.

Y/N has never felt this tired and happy at the same time and she wondered how that was even possible. Usually, whenever she’s tired — or any other person, for that matter — it’s a bad mood that accompanies the exhaustion. But Harry — well, he’s Harry. He manages to bring such strange, yet beautiful emotions to the surface of her heart. Harry brings out the best of her as well. He’s always so gentle, so kind, so loving towards her that she often finds herself wondering how other people manage to go through a lifetime without the tenderness and companionship of somebody like him. He causes her the best indescribable feelings she’s ever felt and she is absolutely smitten with him. He’s the cause to all of what she’s feeling right at this moment, as well. He makes her feel such things that not even Y/N herself can explain. They’re just so beautiful that no words can level up to it — they go way beyond it.

Adjusting her on top of him, so he could be comfortable as well, he breathed in her scent, letting the wondrous feeling of her fill him in every pore on his skin and every entry way to the inside of his body. Being drowned in her was probably his favorite thing to do. The closeness and intimacy meant everything to him.

And although his previous plans didn’t involve sleeping just yet, the proximity and tranquility she brought him were enough to make him comply with that. After all, she was more than just tired and he had her right where he needed her to be.

“Goodnight, my love”, Harry softly whispered in her ear.

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Masterlist

List of Harry Styles Writers

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before people sneer out their butts when john green’s new book “turtles all the way down” comes out, allow me to remind u 1.john’s work has always been written for teens. don’t rip into teens for reading fiction that was written for them and not necessarily u, also tatwd centers on a young girl living with ocd (a protagonist i kno my ocd ass would’ve benefited from a lot as a teen). 2. before u jump on john for romanticizing ocd, keep in mind he has always been open about his struggles with severe ocd and 3. his work has always centered on the idea of dismantling the way society romanticizes the suffering of young people vs. the way their suffering is actually treated by those around them and how this suffering twists the lives of those around us whether we like it or not. maybe that’s not your interpretation and that’s okay but if ur not a fan of john green’s work, don’t be an ass to the people who are

Touch

Here it is! This is my first oneshot and longest piece yet – please be kind. As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated. Happy reading! xxh

Request? Yes! 

getting in a fight with harry and you almost break up and you have emotional sex where you’re both crying and stealing kisses and it’s raw and you’re both just so in love and i don’t know meaningful sex is so much better than just getting in each other’s pants when you feel like it – anon

Word count: 4.5k 

Genre: Angst/smut

Pairing: y/n & Harry

It was quite odd how you could feel so alone in a room so full of people.

Music jumping off of the walls, a steady bass thumping in your chest; laughter cutting through the air, cheers every so often as another round was poured out. The energy was addictive, yet you felt as if you were secluded in your own little bubble, away from everyone else and invisible to the party guests.

Harry stood beside you, happily buzzing with a glass of whiskey in hand. His laughs bellowed out from his chest and were much louder than normal – amplified by the alcohol pulsing through his body. He wasn’t drunk, but the extra confidence given to him by the glass he held was very obvious.

He’d turn to you, mouth parted and about to ask a question, but was swiftly pulled away by an eager acquaintance to congratulate him on ‘his big debut in Hollywood!’ or ‘his incredible new music!’. Harry was too kind to just brush off the compliment with a simple “thank you,” and was quickly taken up in another conversation, leaving you alone.

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In The Morning

Hello, hellooooo! It took me a while but I DID IT! I really do hope you all enjoy this one. Please let me know what you think! All the love, B xx

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Originally posted by inkedcross

The smell of booze is in the air and the music is pounding loudly, much to your discontent. The blinding light of your phone’s screen tells you it’s half past four in the morning and you are done. Done with your drunk friends, done with the loud music, done with your feet hurting in your heels, done with your restrictive outfit, you are just… done.

Harry, standing at the other side of the room, clad in his white dress shirt and dress pants, is looking dishevelled, with his hair a mess and his cheeks blushed, the result of the mixture of the alcohol he’s consumed and the heat of the stuffy club. You can see he’s tired, his eyes in slits as his fingers get a little looser around the glass in his hand. His friends, however, are not and he can’t say no to them for the life of him, especially when he was the sole reason as to why all of you were out for the night.

Having sold out his first solo tour in a matter of minutes, his friends had decided to take him out for a night on the town to celebrate the accomplishment and you, being one of his closest friends, couldn’t miss it. He’d told you he’d need someone to take him home and who were you to deny him? You were used to it by now.

It was always the same routine: the two of you would go out and by the end of the night, his fingers would be gripping to yours as you guided his drunk self out through the back doors of whatever club you had gone to, towards the town car he hired for the night, his head resting on your lap as soon as the door closed behind you. That was the routine and everyone knew it and it was why, wherever Harry was, you were there too.

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Harry Styles Masterlist

* = smut

^ = angst

Harry chat/concepts

Full Fics

Beneath the Tide (IN PROGRESS)

In which Everley’s only company on a deserted island is a modern day pirate by the name of Harry.

Brutality (IN PROGRESS)

In which Melody is reacquainted with an old classmate named Harry, and must keep afloat in the violent, criminal lifestyle of an underground boxer.

Series

Mess o’ Mine^* // Mouth o’ Mine^* // Mind o’ Mine^ (COMPLETED)

In which Harry’s stolen from you and needs to fix it.

Shakespeare*^ (COMPLETED)

In which Harry is a poetic frat boy who just so happens to be the TA for your new English class.

One Shots

Miss Yeh*

In which Harry has been deprived for too long.

Bit o’ Fun*

In which Harry adds a surprise guest into the equation (Zayn).

Soft*

In which Harry loves your boobs and hates when you sleep.

See Yeh Break*

In which you become well acquainted with Harry’s thigh.

Relax*

In which Harry distracts you from your irrational fear of flying.

Break M’Own Rules^

In which alcohol and pricks make for a messy, angry Harry.

Blurbs and Drabbles

Family Dinner

In which Harry soothes your nerves about meeting his family.

Awards

In which Harry deserves more than just musical awards.

Why won’t you let me steal your flannels?

In which Harry won’t let you steal his flannels.

You need to be quieter.*

In which Harry needs to let off some steam before a show.

Beg for it.*

In which Harry just won’t give in easily.

If you don’t stop right now…

In which Harry’s had enough of your attitude.

Bed. Now.*

In which Harry doesn’t deal with teasing very well.

Do you want me to leave?^

In which Harry has fucked up but still wants to be there for you.

Can I sit here? The other tables are full.^

In which Harry’s your ex and you think you’re over him.

I might have had a few shots.

In which Harry might have had a few shots.

Don’t ask me that.^

In which Harry’s been distracted and forgets your anniversary.

I’m going to take care of you, okay?

In which Harry is beyond patient with your drunken antics.

Talk to me./Look at me—just breathe, okay?^

In which the two of you are involved in a crash, but Harry’s only thought is you.

Why do you smell like smoke?

In which Harry just wants what’s best for you.

That lipstick’s not gonna stay put for long.*

In which Harry doesn’t care how late you are. OR Pure filth.

Dean barely notices when Sam runs into the house to investigate the nephilim situation. His eyes dart this way and that, taking in the tattered, broken wingspan spread out before him.

All of the times that he lost Cas, he never saw his wings. Not once. And it feels so…final.

Dean’s lips tremble as he casts his gaze upwards towards where he knows heaven is watching. He wonders if the angels care. He wonders if God cares.

He knows Chuck probably isn’t even in heaven, and maybe he has his ears turned off while he’s having the family meeting to end all family meetings with Amara, but he tries anyway. He wants to beg, bargain, and scream, but he’s not sure he can speak. He sends up a plea, his lips mouthing silent prayers.

The air is still. Too still. Deathly still.

Dean squeezes his eyes shut and slumps down to the ground. He bows his head down, but he can’t yet bear to look. Not yet. Not again.

He breathes, and it feels like a monumental effort. He is hyper aware of being alive, of his lungs filling with oxygen and expelling carbon dioxide, and suddenly he thinks he might understand why yoga helps to clear the mind. Maybe he’ll take it up. He could do with a nice, clear mind after…after…

He opens his eyes. Cas is there, but he isn’t.

Dean swallows against the burning lump in his throat as he reaches a hand out. Hand touches hand. One is cold.

Dean stares at the eyes and wills them to open as he curls his fingers around the still, cold hand. And finally, after much effort, he finds that he can speak.

“Please,” Dean pleads, his voice smaller than he thinks it has ever been. “Please. Cas. I need you.”

No. That’s not right. That’s not enough.

“I love you.”

Too late. He says it, finally, after all of these years, and it falls on deaf ears. Ears that will never hear those words.

Dean’s eyes sting. “Come back. Like you always do.” His voice cracks. “I love you. I love you. I love you. Please come back.”

The world is still. Too still.

He’s not coming back this time.

Dean folds himself over Cas’s body and finally allows himself to break.

Dating Shawn Mendes Would Include
  • FOREHEAD KISSES OH MY GOD SO MANY
  • when he’s really tired he becomes a koala
  • head in your neck
  • his hair would kind of be across the bottom of your cheeks and in your neck and just kind of everywhere but its like ok bc his hair can stop wars
  • his lips would press to your neck during these cuddling sessions
  • YOU WOULD GET TO SEE HIM SLEEP
  • his long eyelashes laying on his cheeks
  • his hair would be curlier and messier than normal
  • his cheeks would b THE CUTEST COLOR OF PINK/RED ALMOST LIKE ROSES
  • his skin would be kind of hot too like not warm but burning
  • he wouldn’t let u go while your sleeping either
  • he would groan if u had to leave
  • hIS GrOGGy aSS vOiCE
  • after like a month of dating and spending a lot of time together he would want you to meet his family bc they mean a lot to him but so do u and he is so proud to have found someone like u awwww
  • before he kisses you his BIG ASS HANDs would hold you face or your cheeks
  • i feel like he’s the jealous type
  • and because he’s a leo,,, he wants to be the ‘dominant’ one in the relationship whatever tf that means
  • tracing his tattoos oH LORd
  • homeboy can’t keep his hands to himself when he’s in the mod ;)
  • your friends would send him videos of u singing his songs and he would have THE MOST smug smile on his face
  • bc his gf/bf is whipped for him
  • when he comes home y’all are attached at the hip for the first three days
  • telling u all the places he wants to take u some day
  • you just love watching him perform because he looks so incredibly happy and you live for that smile of his
  • bear hugs when you haven’t seen each other in a while
  • “Shawnnn you’re crushing me.”
  • “Sorry sweetheart, I just missed you so much.”
  • singing to you when you can’t sleep
  • 80% of his songs being about you
  • watching him work out
  • when he doesn’t have to get up early, u can bet you’re staying in bed with him the whole morning
  • trying to cook something as simple as pasta but somehow burning it??
  • blowing kisses at you and vise versa
  • ranting to you about how canada is so much better than any other country
  • trying to teach you how to play guitar
  • wearing Shawn’s merch because you’re a proud girlfriend
  • never really getting into big arguments
  • he only time you guys really bicker is because Shawn overworks himself too much and you get worried
  • on the rare occasions you guys do get into an argument, both of you usually just need a little space and an hour later you guys say sorry and make up
  • Shawn not even giving girls that flirt with him the time of day because literally no one compares to you in his eyes
  • you not even noticing when a guy flirts with you because Shawn is your one and only
  • noticeable hickeys
  • “These are gonna be a bitch to cover up,” Shawn grumbles while looking in your direction
  • you just winking at him and planting a kiss on his cheek
  • you being one of the first people to hear his new music
  • “Your fans are going to freak when they hear this masterpiece Shawny”
  • constantly supporting each other in any new endeavors
  • late night talks about random things
  • Him looking at you backstage while he sings your favorite song
  • Having wand duels
  • His face of awe when he sees what your wearing to a red carpet
  • Being invited to go on his world tour
  • Butterfly kisses
  • Passionate kisses
  • Spending hours in Barnes and Noble
  • Netflix binge watching when he comes home
  • Facetime dates while he’s gone
  • Going live on his YouNow with him
  • Good night and good morning texts
  • Snapchats where he uses the funniest filters
  • His fans coming up to you and taking pictures with you both
  • Having him with you while you get your first tattoo, or just another tattoo
  • Spending hours just reading on a couch together
  • Frequent trips to Lush
  • Waiting for him at the airport along with his fans
  • Him always comforting you when the hate comments get to you.
  • You always touch his hair.
  • Both of you constantly singing in the car.
  • Lots of cuddling.
  • You being considered as a power couple.
  • People being jealous of you. - When you have a nightmare he holds you while you talk about it.
  • Shawn always braiding your hair, and he gets really good at it.
  • jamming to drake during a long car ride
  • Having a small wedding for friends and family only
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Just a thought….


Harry comes home and he’s visibly upset. About what, you’re not sure. He doesn’t say much. Barely says two words to you. No “hello” kiss. No tight hug where he buries his nose in your hair. Not one question asking about your day. When he walks past you with a grunt and not so much as a head nod, you know better than to confront him about it.

“M'goin’ to the loo. Need a shower.” Is all he says before you the sound of his boots echoing up the stairs. You debate whether or not to follow him until a few minutes later when you hear the water turn on.

You’ve been waiting on him for far longer than usual and it worries you.
When you walk upstairs and open the door, he’s standing with his head bowed down while the hot water beats down on him. His strong hands braced against the wall in front of him. Shoulders rising and falling quickly from his labored breathing. His head turns slightly toward you, he must have felt the chill from open door, but he doesn’t say a word or make a move to invite you in, but he doesn’t seem to want you to leave, either.

He looks lost and tired. Too tired to ask for what he might want or need from you. So you do the only thing you know how. Shutting the door behind you, you rid yourself of your clothes and you step in behind him. He doesn’t acknowledge you or move from his spot until he feels your arms circle around his middle and your cheek pressed between his shoulder blades. That’s when you feel his hands cradle yours and slide up your arms to pull you around to face him.

He knows you won’t push him to talk, so he takes what he really needs from you, himself. It’s that complete, all encompassing embrace. The one Where he can FEEL you squeezing him so he knows you’re really there. That’s all he’s wanted on nights when he’s been on tour for weeks and you’ve not been there after a hard day. One of those days when he needed the solace of your arms and your words and the only touch that could ease his mind. One of those days when a Skype session just won’t cut it.

He needs to FEEL you. Have your hands clinging to his back. Your lips pressing over and over into his chest until you can feel his heartbeat slow down and his breathing even out. His arms lift from his sides and wrap around your shoulders, holding you closer than maybe he ever has. But still you don’t push, you just nuzzle in closer because you love him and you hurt when he hurts.

When you finally feel his body relax under your fingertips and you hear a deep exhale from his lungs, you know he’s back. His lips leave a trail from your forehead to your temple and onto your cheek. When you lift your head to gaze at him, it’s then that he opens his mouth. You think he might be about to tell you what’s wrong, but…. “I love you.” is all that comes out. He could tell you what had been bothering him, but by then, he knows you’ve already fixed it.

3

Harry knew you were the one, he knew the moment he saw you standing there in one of his t shirts and a pair of shorts in his kitchen making a cup of tea that he was going to marry you. When he told the lads they poked fun at him for calling you his “soulmate” when he had only known you a few short months. He couldn’t fight the feeling he got in the pit of his tummy when you’d turn and smile at him, he couldn’t help the heat that would rise to his cheeks when you’d catch him staring at you and he just couldn’t shake the feeling of pure happiness he felt when you’d turn and snuggle closer to him in your sleep.

He knew he had to tell you how he was feeling, his problem was he didn’t exactly know how to go about telling you just how deeply in love with you he was. He didn’t know if it was something he should make a romantic dinner for or if he could simply state it over a cup of coffee in the morning before the two of you went your separate ways to work. He knew that if he didn’t tell you soon he was sure just going to let it slip out at the total wrong moment.

When he walked into the bedroom and saw you sitting at the end of the bed slipping off your heels he thought that now would be as good a time as any. You had just gotten home from a dinner with your friends, something that always led to you getting home later than normal and a bit more cuddly. He smiled as he leaned against the doorway and watched you fall back onto the bed as you let out a soft sigh.

“Ya wanna know somethin H?” Your voice was a bit muffled as you flopped over onto your tummy and turned your head to look at him. You propped your head up on your hands as your elbows dug into the soft comforter that was on the bed. Harry just raised an eyebrow at you causing you to giggle.

“What’s on your mind love?” His voice was soft and sweet as always, it was like music to your ears making you just grin at him. You couldn’t have looked more perfect to Harry than you did in that very moment. Your hair was falling around your face as your eyes had a shine to them as they looked into his, your smile was causing your dimple to show and you just looked so blissful as you laid on the bed the two of you shared.

“You’re it for me ya know?” Harry felt his heart start to beat faster as you just shrugged a little as you continued to just stare at him. “Like I’m probably gonna marry you.” And just like that Harry felt like the weight of the world was lifted off his chest, he couldn’t fight the grin that took over his face as he walked towards his slightly tipsy girlfriend.

“Ya gonna marry me?” He asked and you just nodded your head as you flopped back over onto your back causing Harry to just laugh as he sat down next to you. “Wouldn’t mind that.” He added in a whisper as you scooted closer to him so you could rest your head in his lap.

“Love you.” Harry just smiled as he began to run his fingers through your hair, soon your eyes were fluttering closed as Harry leaned down and placed a sweet kiss to your forehead.

“You’re my soulmate petal, love you more than I’m ever gonna love anyone.” He knew you heard him by the way your mouth formed a small smile. “You’re it for me.” He leaned down and kissed the corner of your mouth before he slowly moved your head from his lap.

He slowly moved you up so your head was now on your pillow, he tucked you into bed and placed a quick kiss to the top of your head before turning the lamp off that was on your nightstand. When he finally made his way into the bed he couldn’t help but take this time to truly look at you. His bedside lamp was the only light in the room and your sleeping body just looked perfect in his eyes, he was quite pleased with the fact the two of you were on the same page when it came to your future. He was more relaxed knowing you felt the same, you truly were his soulmate and he was yours and together the two of you could handle whatever life was going to throw at you.