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Music Series: Jealous by Nick Jonas

**Warning! First Music Series story that contains smut, so don’t say you weren’t warned! (If you prefer the MS stories stay pure and sweet, let me know. This story just kind of wrote itself, so it happened. Blame Harry, not me. I was apparently channeling him. :)

I love stories about Harry being possessive of you, not liking when men flirt with you and such. I have a story I may work into blog form where Harry is absolutely adorable in his jealousy, but for now, enjoy this!

Written to the song, “Jealous” by Nick Jonas. Link to this song on my Spotify playlist called, Singing In The Shower: https://open.spotify.com/track/2woCw59DHRIb1vcyQ2a7Ca

xo

Shelli

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I don’t like the way he’s looking at you

I’m starting to think you want him too

Am I crazy? Have I lost ya?

Even though I know you love me, can’t help it

Harry watches as you primp in the mirror. You’re excited to be going out to a big party with him. Many times when Harry is invited to things such as these, you stay home, not wanting to interfere constantly in his career this way. You knew that most times, these events were business and publicity, a ‘girlfriend’ being in the way, and you weren’t offended by it…much.

But tonight was different. You had specifically been invited by the host to come with Harry. It had felt like ages since you’d had an occasion to glam up like this, and you were going to look hot! You dressed in one of Harry’s favorite dresses, one he bought for you while traveling, just knowing you would look beautiful in it. You layered soft curls around your head, and applied your makeup perfectly for a night out on the town. As you spritzed on some of Harry’s favorite perfume, you looked at him as he stared holes through you.

“What?” you ask, worried. “What’s wrong? Is it too much? Should I change? I was afraid I was overdoing…” you ramble as you start to take off the dress, but Harry grabs your hands and refuses to let you do it.

“Nooo,” he said, holding your hands in his as he stood behind you, kissing your neck and shoulder. “Don’t you touch a thing. You look beautiful!”

You smile and finish and soon find yourself sitting next to Harry in the back of the chauffeured car, his hand rubbing yours gently.

“You look amazing, babe,” he says, staring at you again. “Damn.”

“Not every night I get to dress up,” you smile, happy your man is pleased. “You’re looking incredibly hot yourself, you know.”

He smirks and kisses your cheek.

As Harry makes his rounds through the party, being sure to talk to those he should, and stopping to smile into camera lenses for some, he looks around and sees you talking to a small group of people, one man in particular hovering a bit too closely. Harry excuses himself and begins walking toward you as his jealousy bone itches.

I turn my chin music up and I’m puffing my chest

I’m getting red in the face, you can call me obsessed

It’s not your fault that they hover, I mean no disrespect

It’s my right to be hellish. I still get jealous

You feel Harry’s hand on your waist as he kisses your cheek and smiles at the group of people. Harry looks at the man who had been looking at you in a way that Harry did not like. He raises his eyebrows at the man, shooting him a cocky glare as he caresses your side with his hand.

“Having a good time, baby?” Harry asks you, loudly enough for the man to hear.

“A wonderful time!” you say with a giggle, your drink already affecting you slightly. You are such a light-weight with alcohol!

Harry sees how the guy is still looking at you, and unapologetically excuses the two of you to leave the group. You loop your arm around his waist and squeeze closely to him as you walk.

“Gotta keep my eye on you, kitten,” he says into your ear over the sound of the music playing throughout the large room. “Everyone in the room wants you.”

You laugh and roll your eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous,” you say as he shrugs his shoulders. “You’re the only one for me anyway.”

I wish you didn’t have to post it out

I wish you’d save a little bit just for me

Protective or possessive, yeah

Call it passive or aggressive

As the party continues, Harry is once again pulled from you as he speaks with some business contacts, and a friend in the business here and there. He watches as you talk with someone Harry recognized as a friend of yours, gleeful at seeing she was at the party, too. He smiles as he sees you grab the hand of your girlfriend and walk to the dance floor in the center of the huge room, making her dance with you to the loud music. You hold your phone out in front of the two of you, snapping photos to save as memories, and make kissy faces into the camera, then dance along, holding your friends hand, uncaring what anyone thinks. Harry thinks you’re adorable.

Soon Harry can’t help himself, making his way to the dance floor, dancing with both you and your friend, as people around the area take photos of the three of you. As the upbeat song ends, you hug your girlfriend, who wanders to find her date, and you start to walk off with Harry. But you feel Harry’s hand grab yours as a slow song begins and he pulls you tightly to his body. He smiles at you, kissing you lightly then resting his cheek against yours.

‘Cause you’re too sexy, beautiful

And everybody wants a taste

That’s why (that’s why)

I still get jealous

The feeling of being wrapped in Harry’s arms. The softness of his lips stealing kisses against your face and neck. The loving words whispered into your ear that only you can hear him say. In that moment, you are happy beyond words to be the person Harry has chosen to be with in his life. Your love for him ran deeply, and you had no hesitations in knowing he felt the same for you.

You’re the only one invited

I said there’s no one else for you

'Cause you know I get excited, yeah

When you get jealous too

As the two of you sway gently to the flowing music, you hear someone speaking next to you.

“Harry, may I get a photo with you, please?” the woman asked.

You turn and look at her, a bit unbelieving that she had ruined your beautiful moment together with Harry, then chuckling slightly at her balls, being unafraid to look at your man the way that she was.

Harry, being the kind, appreciative person that he always is, obliged the woman, giving you an apologetic look. You stepped away slightly, allowing her to get her photo with him, then waited for her to leave, but her balls were showing again as she continued talking to Harry and attempted a video with him. Harry saw the look on your face that she had such gall, and smirked slightly, teasing you by looking into the woman’s phone again and saying hi as she had requested.

As he giggles and turns again to see your reaction, his face fell slightly as he saw the man from before walk up behind you and speak into your ear, asking you to dance. You look at Harry with the same smirk he had just given you, but quickly remove it as you see his look change to one of anger.

I turn my chin music up and I’m puffing my chest

I’m getting red in the face, you can call me obsessed

It’s not your fault that they hover. I mean no disrespect

It’s my right to be hellish. I still get jealous

Harry stepped away from the woman with the phone without so much as another word and walked straight to you, putting his arm around your shoulder and leading you away from the man quickly. You feel Harry grab your hand tightly in his and weave quickly through the crowd of people, pulling you behind him. Harry drags you into a hallway and knocks on a bathroom door, then opens it swiftly, bringing you inside with him and locking the door from the other side.

Before you can say a word, Harry has you pushed up against the bathroom door, his mouth on yours, kissing you fiercely. You return his passion, biting his lip slightly, making him moan.

“You’re mine!” he says, breathing heavily through his nose, nostrils flared, teeth gnashed together. “Fuckin’ only mine!”

“Fuckin’ right I am!” you smart. “I was about to rip that woman’s head off if she touched you one more time.”

You see his lip quiver up on the corner into a smirk, then kiss you forcefully again. You feel his hands quickly reach up under your skirt, pulling your panties down, as your hands unfasten his trousers and drop them to the floor. Harry lowers his pants as you wrap your legs around him, back pressed firmly against the back of the door, and groan loudly into his mouth as he plows into you. Harry felt how wet you were for him.

“That for me?” he says. “Soaked for me, are you?” You nod and moan in confirmation as Harry hammers his cock into you. You hear the door rattle loudly with every thrust inside you…but Harry doesn’t seem to care that you could both be easily discovered, so neither do you. Kind of exciting, if you had to admit.

“My baby,” he growls against your ear, pumping his hips as his strong arms and hands keep you in perfect position. “Mine!” he says firmly, his throat clinched tightly.

“Only yours, Harry,” you assure him as you nibble his jawline.

He moans loudly as you feel him swell inside of you, causing your walls to grasp tightly around his dick. You hear his breathing become loud and raspy against your ear, feeling a slight perspiration at his temple against yours. You feel your body begin to quake against his as his cock shoots his bullet-like seed deeply, rhythmically into you. You feel the mixture of his cum and yours dripping out of you and down the insides of your thighs, as he slows his thrusts, kissing you breathlessly, the door no longer thumping under his attack.

He smiles at you, feeling proud of taking his girlfriend in the bathroom at a huge party. He kisses you again, pulling paper towels from the wall dispenser, cleaning between your legs for you, then wiping his own mess away. After a quick wash and redress, his lips find yours one more time, as he unlocks the door to open it.

“No eye contact with anyone. Straight to the car,” he says, lacing his fingers into yours as he holds tightly to your hand. “Not done with you yet.”

'Cause you’re too sexy, beautiful

And everybody wants a taste

That’s why (that’s why)

I still get jealous

Whipped...boyfriend!!PT2 SNEAK PEEK

Y/N doesn’t remember how she got home.

She can’t believe she let herself get so upset over Harry interacting with his friends that she got so pissed drunk to the point she can’t remember much from last night.

It’s all a haze, and if she knew she would be sporting a killer hangover, she would have stopped on the second drink.

“H?”

She reaches for the water and bottle of pills laid on the night stand, clearly aware that it must’ve been him who placed them there for her.

Two pills in one gulp.

Even though the window curtains are closed, she can make out the lining of light that manages to seep through the edges of the material. And she really can never thank him enough for always taking care of her, especially when she gets like this and her tolerance wears thin.

“Harry?” She whispers, and again, no answer.

She can see the outline of his body sat on the chair by the corner of the room, slumped over, hands running through his hair.

“Hey. Baby? You okay?”

As much as she wanted to stay in place, tucked under the comfort of the duvet, she needs to see if he’s okay. So she turns on the nightstand lamp, wincing in the process, and lifts up the covers. She crawls to the foot of the bed, head tilting in a way to try and get a look at him.

“C'mere.” She pats the spot next to her. She would get up and go to him if she could, but she doesn’t trust her body enough to get her across the room with out falling at some point.

Harry doesn’t say anything still. But she notices the way his body shakes, and even he can’t completely silence the sobs escaping his lips.

“Harry! Babe, no, no-” her frantic voice causes Harry to look up for a mere second, long enough for Y/N to make out the redness of his eyes, tears falling down from his cheeks.

He wipes at them hastily, bowing his head back down, trying to shut her out.

There’s a witch in the garden again, smoking hand rolled cigarettes. The first time I caught her there, she was pulling up everything but the weeds. Out went the tomato plants and the lemongrass. Perennials, up by the roots. When I asked why, she closed her hand hard around a thistle and then released it, watched it spring back into place and showed me the blood on her palm. She said, have you ever seen anything more resilient?

I didn’t ask her name until the third time. She was perched on a rusted lawn-chair talking to the fog. She swatted me away and said she didn’t have one; but things get lost in translation sometimes. I have come to understand she doesn’t have only one name. Calls herself Driftwood, calls herself Cockroach Woman, calls herself Patron Saint of Doorways and laughs about it. Urchin Heart, Abundance of Softness. I ask what her mother called her and she says it sounds so far away. She says if people change, she doesn’t understand why names get stuck. She calls it false advertisement and offers me a sugar packet from the pocket of her purple coat.

The next time she shows up, it’s at my front door instead. She has a suitcase, a backpack, and a box of mugs. I rent her a room on the second floor but she rarely ever sleeps there. I wander into the kitchen at odd hours to find her rolling cigarettes and making tea, hanging herbs up to dry, paging through old notebooks. One has moss hanging out of it, one leaks all over the kitchen table every time it’s closed. She says these are normal setbacks when you’re tasked with collecting a life between pages. She says, nothing is ever real until she writes it down. She takes two full months to write that she lives here now.

Thistle Witch asks me for help tightening her corset. She tells me that she used to just tie the laces to the doorknob and throw herself in the opposite direction. She says it’s nice to have someone there to anchor her, but after she says it, she frowns. Leaves for three weeks and comes home without acknowledging her absence. She just walks back into the flat one morning and upends her purse on the counter. I count twenty-seven different branded sugar packets. She curls up on the rug in the living room and I don’t ask where she’s been.
—  Thistle Witch Excerpts by Trista Mateer
for Cecilie Klingenberg 
Music Series: Somebody Out There by A Rocket To The Moon

Now that For the Love of Harry is on (a possibly temporary) hiatus…(see what I did there?)…and I’m working on my next chaptered story…I want to do some music series stories. I’m quite nervous about choosing which chaptered story I want to share with you next. Would you hate me if Harry cheated on his girl? Do you love Daddy Harry stories as much as I do? Do you hate AU stories (as much as I do)? I’m so concerned with turning you all off that I’m anxious about what to write. So until I figure it out, or get more feedback from you all, I’m going to do a few music stories!

My goals are to entertain you, and to not disrespect Harry. But I don’t want to be ‘that girl who thinks she can write but sucks’. So I ask…if you hate my writing, please let me know. And if you love it, please let me know that, too!

I’ve gone back and forth with this song for a couple of weeks. I love the song, but the story wasn’t coming to me…until this morning. I hope it translates the way I’m wanting it to.

This is my story, inspired by “Somebody Out There” by A Rocket To The Moon. I hope you like it!  Link to song on my Spotify playlist called ‘I Love You Long Time’: https://open.spotify.com/track/2mUCD9Bx2IOFFrVtEH3tyg

Love to you all! xo

Shelli

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You deserve someone who listens to you
Hears every word and knows what to do
When you’re feeling hopeless, lost and confused
There’s somebody out there who will

Harry could already tell you weren’t yourself. You loved your friendship with Harry. He was the best friend you had ever had.

On your last birthday, Harry showed up at your apartment with “Birthday In A Bag”, making you laugh as he pulled out numerous items for a make-shift birthday party, most of them cheesy but very ‘Harry’, and you knew he had gone to a lot of work to put it all together. There were deflated balloons waiting for air, along with a small air canister so the two of you wouldn’t have to deal with a light-head as you blew up 100 balloons…yes, 100. There were trinkets and gadgets to play with, and noisemakers that said, “Happy New Year” and “Cinco de Mayo”.

“Oh, wait!” he said, nearly forgetting, as he ran back out to his car and inside again, his guitar in one hand, and setting down a freshly-baked cake he had made for you with his other, a crazy hat on his head, and another that he quickly sat on your own head. He lit the candles on the cake, kissed your cheek, and began singing the most horrendous version of “Happy Birthday” that you had ever heard. You thought you had never laughed so hard in your life, but that was what being friends with Harry was like, you had quickly learned.

Even when you were sad, or not quite yourself, Harry was attentive to you, probably even more so. When he saw you planting flowers outside your house, he pulled into your drive and parked. A mutual friend had told Harry that the night before you had caught the guy you had been dating for awhile out with another girl. You hadn’t said anything to Harry about it, but he knew planting flowers was something you did when you were sad and needed cheered up. And you liked how, as the flowers grew, the blooming beauty of them reminded you that you got through yet another miserable time in your life and survived.

You need a man who holds you for hours
Make your friends jealous when he brings you flowers
And laughs when he says they don’t have love like ours
There’s somebody out there who will

Harry opened the trunk of his car, pulling out pods of new baby plants, bright with vibrant colors, and carried them to where you were working. Kneeling down beside you, he shows you the plants he brought and grins lovingly at you. You look at him with eyes beginning to tear, and accept the hug and kiss to the side of your head, as he grabs one of the little gardening tools and begins making a spot for the new flowers. You wipe your face with your shirt, then continue digging and planting, neither of you saying a word.

When you both finish, you feel accomplished and stand back, looking at the new beauty of the garden. You feel Harry’s arm around your shoulders as he looks at the flowers and smiles, then looks at you with an even bigger smile. You chuckle at the dirt on his face, then lean against his chest as his arms wrap tightly around you, holding you for a long moment, and in that moment, there was nobody else in the world but you and your best friend.

There’s somebody out there who’s looking for you
Someday he’ll find you, I swear that it’s true
He’s gonna kiss you and you’ll feel the world stand still
There’s somebody out there who will

Harry had been gone for a while with work and you were missing your friend. You knew he stayed busy and probably hadn’t thought twice about you, but when you were about to go to sleep one night, you were happy to see a video call come through from him. You pushed the button on your phone to accept the call, and smiled as you saw your friend on your screen.

“Hey!” you smiled broadly. “What’s up?”

“Just finished a show and trying to wind down a bit in the hotel room,” he said to you. “A bit homesick, if I’m being honest.”

It made you sad to think of Harry being sad. You being in London and he being in the states tugged at your heart, wishing you could be there with him to keep him company.

“I’m sorry,” you say, blowing him a kiss. “That better?”

He giggles and smiles. “Much, thank you.”

He’ll take you dancing and pull you in close
Spin you around and won’t let you go
Till they turn the lights off and he’ll take you home
There’s somebody out there who will

Harry threw himself backward on the strange, hotel bed. He was getting really sick and tired of hotel rooms, wishing he was home in England. He lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, then grabbing his phone and looking to see if he had any missed calls or messages. He wondered what you were doing, assuming you would be asleep, being the middle of the night in London. He imagined you sleeping and smiled slightly. He wondered if you knew that he liked you more than just a friend.

Tossing and turning and dreaming at night
About finding him and praying and hoping you might
‘Cause you deserve someone who knows how to treat you right

As his mind explored, he closed his eyes, then heard a knock at his door.

“Yeah?” he hollered as he heard it open.

“H, you have company, man,” the guard said. Harry lifted his head and looked toward the door, as he saw you walk around the guard and into the room. Harry jumped at full speed off the bed and ran to where you stood, nearly knocking you off your feet. You laughed as he held you so tightly you could barely breathe. The guard closed the door behind you and you returned the love to Harry that he was showing you.

“I’m guessing you’re happy to see me?” you chuckle.

“You have no idea,” he says, finally leaning away with the hugest smile on his face. “How on earth…” Harry asked in complete shock that you are actually there. “Please don’t wake me if I’m dreaming. You’re the best sight I’ve seen in ages!”

You laugh as he hugs you again.

“I’ve missed you, too,” you say honestly. “Was lonely in London without my best friend.”

You start to feel Harry sway you back and forth to imaginary music, as he begins to hum into your ear.

You giggle. “What are you doing, you crazy man?”

“Can’t a man dance with his best friend when he’s happy, if he wants to?” Harry asks, spinning you slowly around, not letting you go.

“He absolutely can, handsome,” you say, loving his adoration for you.

I know he’s out there
He’s looking for you
Someday he’ll find you I swear that it’s true
And he’s gonna kiss you and you’ll feel the world stand still

As Harry stopped humming, he leans away from you, smiling.

“Thank you for coming to see me, love,” Harry says with his heart. “You don’t know how much that means to me.”

“Selfish of me, honestly,” you say. “I missed you.”

As you smile at him, you see him look at your mouth, then gently press his lips against yours. He leans away again, his arms still around you, and looks into your eyes.

“Means more to me than you could ever know, babe,” Harry gushes, as he again kisses you, making no mistakes in showing how he truly feels for you. Your heart smiles, knowing you’ve felt the same for him for a long time but was afraid to show it. As Harry tastes your kiss, his body begins to slowly pull you into his slow dance once again, holding you closely, kissing you passionately, and happy you seem to feel the same for him.

You need someone who’ll miss you
Hold you and kiss you
There’s somebody out there who will

Whipped…boyfriend!!!

***

“Boo!”

Y/N isn’t expecting for Harry to be surprised much, at least not for sneaking up on him.

“Y/N, love! I’ve missed ye’ so much, kitten!”

He tucks his phone into his back pocket before wrapping his arms around her waist and picking her up, a grin so wide and a feeling so comforting that nothing in the world could ruin the moment.

“Missed you loads, too, H!” She whispers into his hair, the feeling of his breath on her neck soothing her instantly.

Harry pecks at her neck before setting her back down, his eyes scanning over her every feature. His heart melts at the way she looks up at him, and when he sees her stand on her tip toes, he leans down to press his lips to hers.

It’s a playful exchange of kisses, with Y/N’s hands gripping at the sides of his printed shirt, and Harry’s large hands cupping her face. Kisses with open eyes and big stupid smiles. Kisses that don’t last longer than three second before their lips separate only to press together again. And in between them, Harry whispers ‘missed ye’ too much’ and ‘I love you’ in broken phrases.

Missed. Kiss. Ye’. Kiss. Too. Kiss. Much. Kiss.

He nudges his nose against hers lightly before pressing one last kiss to her forehead and wrapping an arm around her neck so it dangles over her shoulder as they begin to walk.

“Didn’t tell me ye’ were comin’ for a visit, love.”

Not that Harry minds, at all. He just would’ve liked to have been the first person she saw, not some random cabbie or whoever picked her up at the airport.

“Thought it’d be fun to pop by unannounced. Jeff pitched the idea after he overheard Mer talking to me over the phone. Said you could use a little company in that empty hotel room of yours.”

She bumps his hip with hers, giggling for a moment at the famous half smirk he gives her.

“Hm, well if tha’s why ye’ came here then I reckon we should get t’ tha’ empty hotel room, ehh?”

He’s stopped dead in his tracks, moving to stand in front of Y/N to look at her directly. And Harry can visibly see her tense up, the playful look she’d been sporting a few seconds ago gone.

“Y/N-” he begins, eyebrows furrowed into concern, only to be cut off.

“I’m sorry, H. I know it’s taking forever, but it’s just-” and she’s trying so hard not to disappoint him. She knows they’ve been dating far too long for intimacy not to be part of the relationship already, and it makes her mad that she can’t let herself love him in that way. Not because she doesn’t want to, she knows they’re meant to be together, she just doesn’t feel ready yet.

“No. No, kitten, you’ve got nothing t’ apologise for,” Harry’s hands rub at her upper arms soothingly, hoping to assure her that he’s okay with it, “m'not ever g'na rush this. I want ye’ t’ be sure when the time comes that you want it as much as I do.”

“But I know that it’s frustrating and-”

“-and m'g'na wait as long as I’ve got t’. M'not g'na love ye’ less b'cos of it. Jus’ wan’ ye’ t’ be sure, love.”

He gives her that smile. That toothy smile that can make all their problems fade into nothing. And so she smiles, too.

“Tha’s m'girl.”

***

“Well would ye’ look at this lovely picture.”

A 'wuh-PSSSH’ sound follows the comment, a voice too familiar not to notice.

“Still whipped, mate?”

Harry just smiles, unwrapping his arm from around Y/N to stand up and greet his friend in a proper hug.

“Oh, look at this,” Y/N can hear Harry coo before she’s even got the chance to slip out of the booth they’re currently sat at, “Freddie’s here!”

And to say he completely disregarded Louis at this point would be an understatement, he might as well be invisible now.

Harry stretches his arms out, and Louis complies at letting him hold his one year old.

“Nice t’ see ye’ too, Harry. I’ve been great, thanks mate.”

Harry pays the sarcasm no mind as he sets the baby on his hip, and instead smiles and coos at Freddie who looks up at him with happy eyes.

“Don’t worry, did the same to me earlier.” Y/N laughs at the thought of Harry having left her side with out a second thought to hold who she came to find out was an adorable little baby girl named Ruby.

Louis welcomes her into a hug, whispering a low 'outta have kids then’ in her ear.

And that warms her heart. To think that one day, she’ll be lucky enough to welcome a lovely little human that’ll be a mix of her and Harry, she honestly can’t wait. But now she feels even more guilty.

But Harry smiles at her adoringly, baby Freddie in his arms chuckling and trying to grab at Harry’s short but now longer hair.

“I see you two are still disgustingly sweet as usual,” Louis comments.

Just the way Harry looks at you, it’s unreal and anyone who knew you both would swear you were meant for each other, even before either of you realised it. And that’s exactly what your friends thought. Seeing Harry look at you the way he did at the many dinners and house parties everyone would gather for definitely added to those thoughts.

And you two have been practically inseparable ever since New York. You were glad Harry had gathered up the courage to find you that night, don’t know if you’d be in this position if he hadn’t. You were glad he was hell bent on not leaving that hotel room until things were cleared up because “really miss m'best friend. Tell me wha’ I did so I can fix it, kit'en.” And you were glad he’d said those three words that solidified the fact that he was there to make sure you were his, even though you had been all along.

“Will be. So long as this one will have me,” the press of Harry’s lips to Y/N’s has Louis grunting in pretend distaste.

“Better get going, don’ wanna interrupt Harry still being whipped.”

Harry hands Freddie over with a pout.

“Still no complaints though.”

***

To say everything is going perfect would be an understatement. Harry’s music is being praised and appreciated and Y/N can’t explain how happy it makes her that Harry’s happy. His performances are nothing short of amazing, and she loves seeing him gush over “they were singing along, babe! Just a great feelin’!”

She’s been flying back and forth along his side during all this. New York, London, Paris, and then back to New York. And Harry loves sharing this with her. He loves having her watching him from the side lines, singing along as she claps and gives him thumbs up and blows kisses at him for support. He loves getting off stage with so much adrenaline and kissing her so hard because Harry doesn’t take anything for granted, no. He’s thankful he’s getting to do what he loves and even more with his better half by his side.

“A'right. How do I look?” His jazz hands and that big smile plastered on his face are indication of just how hyped he is for this.

“I’ve never seen anyone pull off black better than you, H!”

And it’s true. Harry can pull off any colour. Blue, red, yellow, pink; you name it! But black. Black gives him a sexy sort of mysterious sophistication.

“Think so?” He looks himself over in the mirror, content at his choice.

Y/N looks at him through the mirror from where she’s sat on the couch of his dressing room, nodding a yes as she gets up to stand on the furniture.

“Please no stage diving today?” She’d be all for it, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s already tried it and it didn’t go as planned. She really doesn’t want him or any of the fans getting injured.

Harry only chuckles and nods in embarrassment as he strides over to stand in front of her, his head tilting up just a bit to look at her since she’s standing on the cushions.

“M'serious, Harry!” But she smiles anyway, arms lazily slung over his shoulders and around his neck. She brings a hand to tug at the hairs at the nape of it as Harry sets his at either side on her hips, thumbs rubbing at her hipbones.

It’s the last listening party before the album is released, and Harry’s pretty sure the second he mentions stage diving, Jeff will have him pulled off stage. Or carried because it is Jeff after all.

“I’ll try not to, kit'en.” Harry doesn’t know why it was a good idea to do it in the first place. But he had all that adrenaline and he was just so excited. Y/N of course had scolded him and slapped his arm after he got off stage because, “you could’ve broken something Harry!!” But he’d kissed the small amount of anger away.

“I’ll be watching from the sides?” Every time before a performance or an interview she says that, and every time she does Harry smiles just as big.

***

“Congrats, Ni!!!!!”

Finally, after a few months of all the boys doing their own thing, everyone’s finally got a chance to gather up at a small venue for Harry’s pre-launch party. Jeff had asked Y/N for help in terms of invitees, and it’d be outrageous not to have Liam, Niall, and Louis attend.

And so Niall is the last to arrive, and the moment he walks through the door, a very tipsy Y/N can’t contain her excitement at finally reuniting with another one of her friends.

“Oí, have enough drinks for the rest of us have ya?” Niall just about tumbles back with the sudden weight of her body as she throws herself at him, but he catches her in his arms and steadies her.

“You’re late mister,” she’s slurring just a bit, words somewhat coherent.

“Does 'arry know you’re drunk??”

He wraps an arm around her waist for support, in fear that she might be too over her head to even walk with out tripping and falling.

“Drunk? M'not drunk,” she pokes at his chest, and Niall only now notices the red cup in her hand threatening to spill over his shirt, “you’re just sober.”

He lets out a lively laugh. Drunk Y/N is something else, and he’s only ever seen her like this when Harry’s not really paying attention to her.

She hiccups and continues with a pout, “he’s over somewhere. With some girl,” she motions her hand around and nowhere in particular, again, the drink sploshing around in the red cup.

Harry hadn’t meant to leave her alone, he’d been pulled away from her side by someone he can’t even recall the name of, because that’s how out of it he is. So he’s been handed drink left and right, downing them with out retaliation because he doesn’t wanna seem like a downer. And although he really should go find his Y/N, he doesn’t think she’d mind if she’s having fun too.

But she’s not. At least not as much as she’d like. All she wants is for Harry to kiss her and hold her hand, because they’re both affectionate drunks, and it’s always a plus to annoy their friends in that way. But she hasn’t seen him in a while. Last she caught a glimpse was about an hour or so ago, when he was being led over to a group of people she doesn’t really recognise, and it made her notice how out of it she is. She doesn’t remember inviting half the people in the room, but the little attention Harry seems to be giving her has her drinking with out a purpose.

It reminds her of when they were only friends. In the same circumstance, she’d drink the night away in hopes of erasing the imagine of Harry smiling wide, eyes crinkled because some girl was whispering god knows what in his ear. He’d be hunched over just a bit to give the girl better access as she mumbled and giggled. And Harry would nod slightly before moving to whisper something back, face too close to her liking. But it, too, was always nothing, because shortly after she would have to turn away. Try to hide the fact that yes, she might have been staring at Harry for much longer than she’d ever admit to. And when he’d catch a glimpse of her doing just the same with a guy, giggling and whispering and smiling like crazy, he’d make his way over. Weaving his way around dancing bodies to get to her. And he’d smile that drink infused crooked smile of his before whispering something like “let’s get ye’ home, pet,” and leading her out of the place with his palm to her lower back.

So yeah, this sort of reminds her of old times. Only this time, they’re actually dating and he’s nowhere to be found.

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Harry doesn’t remember getting home. He doesn’t remember taking of his clothes either.

In fact, the last thing he remembers is Y/N kissing at his neck and tugging at his pants.

And..oh no. If that’s how…if they were both drunk and-ah shit! Neither of them were suppose to be drunk when it finally happened. Harry wanted to make sure she would be okay with everything going on. He would have wanted to whisper how good she was taking him. Wanted to assure her that he was there with her, that all he wanted was to make her feel good. Harry just wanted to make love to her the right way.

And now he doesn’t even remember half the night.

So he bring his hand over his face, because not only does he not remember, he also doesn’t recognize the room he’s woken up in.

And then he looks beside him at the body under the white sheets.

He doesn’t recognize the person he’s woken up next to.

That’s not his Y/N.

The Divide Series: Dive

I’m sorry it took me 500 years, but here it is. This is my favorite song from the album so I hope y’all enjoy! x 

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You tap your nails in a rhythmic pattern against the shopping cart handle as you lean away from it. The brown-lidded tubs are truly glowing in the fluorescent light cast from the freezers, making them even more appetizing, and consequently, harder to choose from. Your bottom lip is caught between your teeth in concentration as you let your eyes dart between two particular flavors, hoping one will stand out more than the other.  

You glance to your left and right, wondering how much time you have left. The store was near closing time when Harry and you had entered a few minutes ago for a quick grocery run. Halfway through your fast paced stroll through the store, he had muttered something about making smoothies before placing a hard kiss to your temple, squeezing your shoulders, and disappearing. To your benefit though,  he had left you just near the icecream section.

Your eyes have grown a bit hazy, lost in your thoughts and keen decision making. So when you hear something being dropped in the cart you jump in alarm at the sound. You hear him snickering softly behind you, and his arms are sliding around your waist and tugging you back into him in the next moment. His chest is sturdy against your back as you relax into him.

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Guest: Part 1

You ask Harry to be your date to a wedding. But just as friends, of course…

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You had never been more perplexed over the word, “Guest”.

The wedding invite in your hand had arrived at your door a few hours prior and, while the upcoming wedding itself wasn’t news (you had known that your two friends would end up getting married arguably before they did), the little “(Y/N) + Guest” notation at the bottom was unexpected. You currently weren’t dating anyone and hadn’t been for quite a while; at least long enough for your friends not to assume that you would be bringing someone.

But, there it was, in plain, black ink: (Y/N) + Guest.

You bit your lip and read the invite again, wondering if maybe they had just allotted one guest for everyone because they had a huge budget. All of your other close friends were already invited to the wedding in the first place; who on earth were you expected to bring?

It was one friend’s suggestion of, “What about Harry?” that currently had you in fits of nerves and bouts of overthinking. Harry was a pal, sure, but you certainly weren’t close enough to him that you could just waltz right up and ask him to be your date to a wedding. He didn’t even know the bride and groom, but he did know many of your other friends that would be in attendance.

It wasn’t that you weren’t friendly with Harry. You had known each other probably about five years now and always ended up hanging out whenever he was around, though it was typically in a group. You got along well, laughed a lot, enjoyed the same things and had a lot in common. But you weren’t close. He wasn’t the type that you would just call up on a Friday night if you were bored; you were way too self conscious to do that, even though he didn’t act like Harry Styles when he was around you.

He was also incredibly good looking and charming, and that scared you. The idea of being seen at a wedding with Harry Styles just felt like you were opening yourself up for ridicule. You were generally okay with how you looked, but Harry was like a Greek god compared to pretty much everywhere else.

Truth be told, you had a bit of a crush on him. It was a harmless crush, because when he was away you didn’t really think about him at all, but he did manage to make you nervous and give you butterflies every time you saw him.

The idea of asking Harry to be your wedding date had been pinching at the back of your mind for weeks now. The wedding was still a few months away, but you still hadn’t sent in an RSVP to confirm whether you were coming alone or with someone else.

“Have you asked him yet?”

That was the first question your friend consistently asked you ever since she had suggested it. Your response was always the same and becoming a bit exasperating, if you were being honest.

“How am I supposed to ask him?”

Your friend crossed her arms and gave you a smirk.

“Well…how about, ‘Hey Harry, would you like to come to this wedding with me?’”

You sighed, throwing yourself back on your bed and bringing your arms up to cover your face.

“I can’t just ask him like that! It would be weird.”

“I feel like it wouldn’t be…”

“I don’t know him that well.”

“You’ve known him for four years!”

“Yeah, but we never hang out alone!”

“He’d say yes.”

“You don’t know that.”

“No, but I have a pretty good idea.”

Your conversations went on like this until your friend finally got tired of arguing with you. The rational part of your mind knew that, in all likelihood, Harry would say yes if you asked him. As long as he was around and didn’t have any other plans, he had no real reason to turn you down. But the part of your brain that kept overthinking things – the one that was usually in the forefront – had run through 50 different scenarios in which you asked him and he said no, or you just ended up making a complete fool of yourself.

Finally, you couldn’t put off your RSVP any longer; the wedding was drawing near and your friends needed numbers. Harry had been in London for quite a while now, with a few quick trips to the US scattered here and there, but you had seen him more in the last six months than you had in the past few years.

“Ask him!” your friend hissed, almost shoving you in Harry’s direction as you and a large group of your friends were just about to leave a restaurant.

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