this is harry styles doing styles dancing

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Little Things You Do That Harry Finds Cute/Sexy:

-Always reading the labels on products that you’ve already used before
“Love, you already know how it works”
“I know, I just wanna be extra sure”

-Your nipples peaking through when you go braless 
“You know what that does to me, love”
“What what does to you?” you ask with a smirk

-”Seductively” dancing to your chill ass music in one of Harry’s shirts when you think you’re home alone
“Shit, Harry, you scared me!”
“Well, don’t stop on my account,” he says, leaning against the doorway with his bottom lip in between his teeth

-Pausing shows you’re both binge watching together to tell him your theories on what might happen & doing a little dance when you’re right

-The way you scrunch up your nose when you’re about to sneeze

-How small your hands are compared to his

-Rapping to your favorite songs in the car
“That was actually kinda hot,” he’d say at the end of the song

-Purposely smudging your lipstick onto Harry’s lips when you’re going out
“Mine,” you’d say, biting his bottom lip and releasing it back into place

-Telling him to shut up in embarrassment whenever he gives you a compliment
“M’ serious,” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist, “you’re the smartest, prettiest girl I know”

-Wearing his boxers 
“What? Yours are comfy,” you’d defend as he’d stare at you with a cute grin

-How excited you get when your favorite band comes on shuffle

-Always keeping thank you cards in your bag
“Just in case,” you’d say

-Rambling and laughing about nothing when you’re sleepy

-Pulling his hair during sex

-Raking your nails down his back and leaving scratches when he hits a particular spot 

-Making him eat the peanuts when you’re eating ice cream Drumsticks

-Playing with the necklace he gave you by lightly biting the chain and playing with the pendant whenever you’re in deep thought

-Whispering in his ear everything you want him to do to you
“Fuck, baby,” he’d say, pulling you even closer to him, “see what you do to me?”

-You refraining from sassing everyone

-Tying your hair up in a quick bun & a curl peaks out
“You’re so cute,” he says, playing with the rogue curl
“Shutup,” you reply, looking away with a shy smile

-Always trying your hardest to tame your hair and failing

-Kissing him behind his ear

-Straddling him

-Coming up with a deep meaning on what you think his tattoos may mean before pouting in defeat when he tells you that most of them are random 

-Your shirt rising up a little when reaching for something in the cupboard
“I got it, love,” he’d say as he comes up behind you, purposely resting his hand on the exposed skin and pressing himself against you

-Laughing at his stupid jokes

-Biting your lip in nervousness

-Biting your lip in attraction

-Getting really excited when he finally agrees to let you paint one hand and one hand only

-Your fascination with his rings
“Keep them on. I love the way they feel on me,” you whisper seductively and he grips your wide hips harder

-Sucking on his finger when he drags it across your full lips
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he says after a sharp intake of breath

-Being shy changing around him
“S’nothing I haven’t seen before, babe”

-Not taking anyone’s shit

-Making silly faces and doing impressions to cheer him up when he’s upset

-Making it a point to leave love bites all over him after sex
“All mine,” you’d say after leaving the last one on his collarbone

-Reaching up on your tippy toes to kiss him


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“The fridge light washes this room white, moon dances over your good side”

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The one where it’s 3am and he thinks you’re beautiful  

She was the only quiet he wanted, content with unspoken words being heard in soft smiles in hair and kisses on foreheads worn like crowns and he’d give anything to capture moments like these in picture frames so he’d be sure he’d never lose them. He was crazy about her. He could tell you exactly what made her smile that day two years ago, even if it was just for a moment. Don’t get me wrong, she was head over heals for him too, she’d memorised the deep lines in his palms that cupped her cheeks perfectly and she knew from first glance that he would know how to hold her.

He wasn’t completely sure what it was that had woken him up but he thinks it was the realisation that her breath was no longer on his neck. So he makes his passed the discarded clothes and Polaroids strung together on walls, looking for her, and when he finds her he swears to this day that he stopped breathing. She was wearing one of his shirts and it was just hanging off her back, her hair in a top knot that kind of looked like a baby had been pulling at it but to him she made it work. Her skin was illuminated but the dull glow of the refrigerator light and her thighs had bruises which made he’s heart ache with pride because she’s wearing proof of his fingertips from the night before.  

The radio is on and it’s playing the song she attached to that drunk guy they met and that party one time because she’s the kind of girl who’d attach songs to people and hate it when they stop being important because the songs still are. She hasn’t noticed he’s there yet, hasn’t seen his fond smile and his eyes that had that glimmer in them that only she could provoke but he figures she’ll notice soon and when she does she’ll lean against the open refrigerator door and she’ll sigh out a ‘hi’ and he won’t say anything because words aren’t needed, he’ll just walk over to her so he can do what he’s wanted to do since finding her in the kitchen 15 minutes ago. He’ll kiss her, almost as soft as her voice, and when they pull apart he’ll rest his forehead on hers and the radio will start to play a slow love song about how the guy finally got the girl, and they’ll dance.

HS lyrics // TS lyrics

“Same lips red, same eyes blue, same white shirt, couple more tattoos” // “I got that red lip, classic thing that you like” “You got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt”

“She’s a good girl” // “I got that good girl faith”

“Couldn’t take you home to mother in a skirt that short” // “And a tight little skirt”

“Even my phone misses your call, by the way” // “It takes everything in me not to call you”

“The fridge light washes this room white” // “Dancing ‘round the kitchen in the refrigerator light”

“We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty” // “It’s half full and I won’t wait here all day”

“Promises are broken like a stitch is” // “Twenty stitches in the hospital room”

“It was an angel, I really saw an angel”

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TW // smut, profanity

It was an angel, I really saw an angel

The most beautiful things are found where you least expect them. He found her sat on the pavement outside a liquor store in a skirt short enough to make even an atheist mother clutch a cross but she had eyes that could make flowers grow from places in you that you thought were long dead. Walking over and sitting next to her was almost instinct, like she was an old friend or a lost child, but talking to her until sunrise? Well that was just because her voice was like violins and it made him forget about time. She’s not left his side since you know, like he needs her with him constantly just to be sure she’s real. She’s his saving grace, she’s an earthbound angel and she doesn’t know it. She doesn’t believe in angels. But he does. He believes in her. Demons are so shy around her, other men stutter when she looks them in the eye and he can’t believe she’s his. 

He catches himself staring at her a lot but he can’t help it, watching her do anything makes him feel like he can do everything, and he can’t help but mirror her smile when she catches him too because I swear when that girl smiles so does the entire goddamn universe and her laugh could make him forgive her for thing she hasn’t even done yet. She would never confess, in her fine world, that she really preferred chaos but he knew and he thinks that’s why she’s with him. He’s sure she’s an angel and he doesn’t plan on letting her go because God has a whole choir and Harry only has her.

He’s her favourite sin, the only one who could get her on her knees with her wrists tied behind her back and her swollen cunt making unseemly suggestions. She’s his good girl and oh how he loves to ruin her, the image of tears and mascara running down her cheeks as she begs him to fuck her is constantly on repeat in his mind like his favourite movie scene. Touching her feels like euphoria. The arch in her back could cause a holy catastrophe and the only thing reassuring the devil of her angel stance in moments where she’s writhing is the chant of God and Harry’s name falling from her pretty lips.  He never knows what he’s saying when he’s moaning into her mouth. Is it her name? Is it gospel? He’s not entirely sure what the difference is but he is sure that the only heaven he wants to be in is her. He always has love dripping from him in everything he does with her, like when he kisses her wrists before he pins them above her head. The ecstasy they feel with one another is hedonistic and it’s nights like these, when she lays exhausted and filled with him on his chest, that he sings her to sleep just so she’ll dream about slow dancing with him. She’s an angel, his only angel.

Imagine going to the wedding with Harry and after a few too many fruity cocktails,he’s proper buzzing.He caught the bouquet and he’s prancing back to you,asking you to dance with him.He’s always cuddlier and touchier while drunk,so you dance and he’s much more affectionate towards you,kissing you,touching the small of your back.Your hands mess with his hair a bit more and you’re a giggling mess.You dance to a few songs and then you take a walk to take some air.You end up somewhere with a beautiful view of the sea and Harry is behind you,hugging you and peppering kisses to your jawline and neck and you do the same.I love you’s are shared and you’re happy and content.

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request:  Could u do one where y/n is dancing around the kitchen to like jazz/big band style music and harry comes home/downstairs whatever and joins in and just thinks it’s the cutest thing? Tysm

hello loves! hope the americans had a lovely fourth of july yesterday. i decided to change up this request just a tad, but still to the main idea of it. anyways, keep sending in requests from my NEW writing list, because i like to switch things up, or whatever you want. but don’t worry, if you requested from the other writing list, then i will still be doing those. hope you enjoy!


You had never been as proud of someone in your life as you had been of Harry. He was accomplishing everything that he had set out to do, and you couldn’t have been more proud of your husband or your heart could burst. With his first solo album doing astonishingly well, along with his first tour, he had set out to put another single into the world. After releasing it, you loved every part of it. How raw his voice sounded in it, how the instruments truly worked with the piece, how the lyrics just rolled off of his tongue. You fell in love with him all over again, just by a song. He hadn’t been home when it was released, he was off in America while you were at your London home. While you did love to travel with him, you had a deadline that you wouldn’t be able to turn in while in a different country. But you still stayed up on the night it was released to hear it for the first time. You called him around 3 am, when you knew he would be up for the day to congratulate him. He was of course bashful about all of it, but you knew he was proud of himself as well. He was returning home in a couple of days to be on Radio One with Nick, so you were more than happy to see your husband after a long two months. 

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Here it is. The gif to end all gifs. If you haven’t had the pleasure of watching the video of where this dance comes from here it is. Harry smanging is the thing I didn’t know I needed. But even if you don’t like the video, then just enjoy that Harry could possibly be dancing like this. Let’s make Harry smang. All my love and affection to the next fan who meets him and makes him to do this dance. 

Let Me Be Your Good Night

Originally posted by middlepartzayn

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You weren’t impressed. You had been trying for the last fifteen minutes to get the lads to concentrate at the task at hand—rehearsing one of their new songs before recording it. It had taken you long enough to gather all four of them around the piano that you’d thought they’d have settled down by now, but alas they were still horsing around, slapping each other, and laughing at the pain they inflicted on one another. You would never understand why the boys always had studio time scheduled after long stretches of not seeing each other.

“Whenever you lot are ready, we can get started,” you scolded.

“Yes, teacher,” Niall laughed. You rolled your eyes. You were the same age as the boys, but they always managed to bring out your authoritarian side. It was mandatory for anything to get done.

“I’ve got other clients, you know. I could go do vocal exercises with people who actually want to sing.” You were only half-joking. Of course, as a vocal coach you did have other clients, and even though the boys were getting on your nerves, they were you favorite to work with. Calming them down took patience, but they were a pleasure to work with once they started singing.

“Please don’t leave us, [Y/N],” Harry said as he gripped your arm, keeping you from going anywhere.

“Then start singing!” you exclaimed in exasperation. Harry’s touch was buzzing through your body. The two of you had always exchanged sly glances and a few flirty texts, but nothing had ever come of it. He was away too much, and you liked the stability of your life.

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Whipped...boyfriend?? SNEAK PEEK

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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Carolina by Harry Styles sign language cover (PSE)!

Who wouldn’t want to watch three minutes of sign language and bad dancing?

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I have two ideas in my head: 1. it showing harry around ur hometown and where u grew up and he's just in total awe of u and where u come from despite the fact that growing up wasn't easy. 2. u bring him home to meet ur family but ur fam keeps making fun of u (telling him about ur one direction phase or something) but hes fine with it but ur embarrassed (I brought a boy home to my fam and all they did was make fun of me... I wasn't fun). You don't have to do either of these, just some ideas!

Oh my God I have feelings galore. I hope you like this!

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“I’m going to warn you now, my family is a little…weird,” you tell him as you both sat on the plane.

 You and Harry had reached that point in your relationship when it was time to meet the parents. Harry of course was immediate into you meeting his family and that was a great experience. You were so in awe where he came from, such small humble beginnings. You make the comment it reminded you of your small town minus the mountains. But now it was your turn, and you never been more nervous.

You grew up in Cherokee, North Carolina. Your mom married your now stepdad there when you were around five or six. It was a struggle, being the minority of an Native American town, but your stepdad told you once that in the eyes of God and the Great Spirit you were just as Cherokee as they were. And you took that with you to this day.

“Yeh think they’ll like me?” Harry asked, clearly just as nervous as you were if not more so.

“Oh my mom is going to love you, my dad and the rest? I am on the fence about,” you admitted. Your stepdad always grilled your exes, he wanted his little girl to have someone who was strong and able to provide. No doubt he would give Harry the same treatment. 

First you had to fly, then drive the rest of the way there. You tried to focus on the roads but you couldn’t help but see Harry every now and then. His face was glued to the driver side window, when you could see he had this look about him as if he was seeing something he never saw before, maybe he didn’t.

“Yeh had to drive through these narrow roads er’ry day?” He asked in amazement and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sometimes, when it snowed was when it got a bit scary but if you can survive The Dragon Trail you can survive anything.”

“Whah’s The Dragon Trail?” He asked with a raised brow, you soon showed him, the turns and whip around’s through the mountains. You were certain he almost got motion sick, but you soon made it.

It was mainly a tourist town, but the off seasons were hard. It was pretty much dead except for the locals. Every sign had both English and the traditional Cherokee language. It was near spring time, so things were blooming and coming back to life, memories of childhood all came back to you. But Harry, Harry sat there with his mouth slightly open with awed eyes.

“Are you okay?” You asked him as you drove through what was deemed Downtown.

“Yeh showed me pictures buh…seeing it in person is…” he stopped talking, just looking around where ever he could look. “Baby, yeh lived in such a beautiful place!” You tried so hard not to laugh.

You finally make it to the log house you used to call home. Stepping out of the car you saw your mom come out of the door and pulled you into a hug.

“I’m so happy my baby’s home,” she spoke squeezing you before looking over to see Harry. Ever the English gentleman he holds out his hand to her.

“Hello, I’m Harry,” he always introduced himself by his name. She took his hand but she had a smirk to her.

“Oh I know who you are,” she giggled and you could feel the blood leave your face. Please don’t, please don’t.

“They made it?” You heard the booming voice of your stepdad, a towering 6 foot Cherokee man with his salt and pepper hair pulled to a ponytail.

“Daddy!” You run to him, wrapping your arms around him in a big hug as he lifts you in the air.

“There’s my little amayeduhi,” he gives you a bear hug before setting you down. “Is that him?” He whispers, nodding his head to Harry.

“Please be nice Daddy?” You beg him but he holds his hands up.

“I’m always nice!” He insisted then walked shaking hands with Harry. “Charles.”

“Harry, it’s an honor to meet yeh Sir,” Harry replied, you could see he was sweating bullets.

“Well come on in and set your things, everybody’s coming over for dinner,” your mom announced. You sort of groan internally, if she meant everyone. It was everyone in the L/N family. Your step brother who was also visiting with his wife, your younger half brother who was a senior in high school. Not to mention your uncles, aunts and the seven male cousins you had. This may easily turn into a nightmare.

You and Harry settle in your old room, one where your mom turned into a guest room so all your old things were not there…thank God. If Harry knew…

“Yeh in your head again,” Harry commented with his arms wrapped around your waist.

“What did I tell you about that?” You look over your shoulder at him but he just smiled gently kissing your lips.

“You wanna see something cool?” You asked, seeing the spark in his beautiful green eyes. “Come on,” taking his hand you walk outside in the back yard, walking along the little dirt path until you reach where you wanted to show him.

A little creek flowed with the smallest waterfall thanks to some rocks, you sat near it, showing Harry to do the same.

“I used to come here all the time after school, my mom would have to yell at me to get back in the house,” you laugh a bit. “I called this my fairy land. I’d play on the creek or sing to the top of my lungs with my iPod as I just sort of pace up and down here.”

You never liked showing that side of you, the side that was soft and gentle. Years of your own struggles and heartaches wanted to make you seem more tough. But Harry saw right through that when you two first met, he allowed you to have that little piece of yourself back. It used to bother you at first, but deep down you were grateful he came into your life at just the right moment.

“It’s beaut’ful,” he commented as he smiled at you. “My little Mountain Princess.”

You groaned, acting as if that made you sick but he just smirks more kissing your cheek.

“Thank you for showing me this, jus’ makes me love yeh more really,” again you groan with a small eye roll but you lay your head on his shoulder and just enjoyed the sound of the water. You told him once he needed to stop being and saying things because your heart could not take growing so much, which was true in some way. Eventually you both came back, seeing the cars indicating the family had arrived.

Just as you came in and saw everyone you felt your smile grow. Your whole family, the people you knew and loved, all together laughing and carrying on…it was similar to Harry’s home in a lot of ways. That was when it hit you, you two were more alike then you thought, “two halves of the same person”, your friends would call you two. You then noticed Harry looking a bit…you actually couldn’t describe his face but you knew something was up.

“What is it babe?” You ask.

“Yeh know, I was actually afraid my hair would be too long,” he commented. That was when you got it, all the guys in your family had long hair, if not longer then Harry’s. Including your Grandpa who gave you a big hug and smooch on the cheek.

“Pepaw!” You giggle but he shakes Harry’s hand as well as they introduce themselves.

“It’s gonna be a while till supper, the guys are going to start some a game of Stickball,” you hear your mom tell you.

“Whah’s thah?” Harry asks and your eyes lit up taking his hand.

“Oh it’s fun to watch come on,” you both sit on the porch as you see the guys start the game. Harry, after seeing how it worked, chimed right in when asked if he wanted to play. You sat there in awe, seeing him run to catch the ball in the basket, he was taking this like a duck to water!

“Wow, he’s the first,” your Aunt June commented as some of the women watched with you. “None of the boys you brought ever played…let alone with such enthusiasm!”

“Yeah…he’s different alright,” you commented to yourself as you see Harry look at you with a smile. You even gave him a little wave feeling your heart burst just from the sight.

When it was finally dinner Harry kept wanting to hug on you as you squeal trying to get away.

“You smell like recess!” You exclaim making him laugh.

“Your li’il sayings I swear,” he peppers your cheek in kisses while you try to push away. Your mom cooked your favorite meal, Beef stew and rice with bread rolls and mac & cheese. It was not the healthiest food, a far cry from the West Coast kale smoothies but you enjoyed the shit out of Toad in the Hole so it was Harry’s turn to try some Southern cooking.

“I hope it’s okay, I think I did the rice wrong,” your mom spoke but you assured her it was okay. “How is it Harry?”

“It’s really gud,” he nodded with his mouth full of food. “Thank you so much for this.”

“Oh it’s my pleasure! I know Y/N doesn’t eat all that much so I want her to eat and you too!” Gotta love your mom.

“Harry cooks sometimes,” you insist and he nods in agreement.

“I try ah least,” he agrees. Eating with Harry in your old environment felt amazing, seeing him just laugh and carry on with your family members…like he had been part of it all along. You just burst with admiration and happiness…that was until:

“Do you want to see pictures of Y/N when she was little?” Your mom asks, that was when the warm fuzzy feeling crashed down.

“I love to!” Harry chirps up and you suddenly felt you want to die. Your mom warned you she would do it…but she never actually did it until now! Dinner was already done, you were trying to be quick about doing the dishes as you watch your mom and Harry sit on the couch as she flips through the picture book.

“That’s her when she was seven, we used to have a stomping dance block in town where a band would play. She’d dance and dance!” Your mom explained, Harry was glued to the picture book. You finally did the dishes and rushed to his side.

“Mom can you help with something?” You ask but Harry was waving his hand at you.

“Noh now I wanna see these,” you never wanted to punch him in the arm then in that moment.

“Oh! And here she is in Santaland, it’s a Christmas themed attraction. She would cry and beg us to go there, even in the summer so she could ride the Rudolph ride.”

You groaned, as she showed all the old pictures of you. This went on for a couple of minutes, finally it was time for everyone to go on to bed. You were already in bed and comfortable as Harry came got comfortable himself getting in bed.

“And you thought they were not going to like you,” you smirked at him.

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolls his eyes at you but snuggles close to you giving your cheek a kiss. Suddenly he snickers, you raised a brow.

“What?” You ask.

“I just…I just remembah that picture of you with that dipah on your head,” he began to bust out laughing, you of course turn with your back to him and curled away. “Oh come on love!”

“No! No Big Spoon for you,” you mutter.

“Nooo baby please?” I’ll stop, I promise!” He swore, even tried to make you look at him as he pouted at you. You gave him a look, then looked back away.

“Not working,” you tell him but he persists.

Please love?” He pouts more, trying his hardest to make you look at him. “I’ll let braid my hair.”

You only huff in reply and he acts as if he gave up. Turning over onto his side.

“You never close your eyes, anymore when I kiss your lips…”

“Harry.”

“And there’s no tenderness, like before in your fingertips.”

“Harry I swear to God.”

“You’re trying hard not show it…Baby!”

“Harry!”

“But Baby! Baby I know it!”

You whip over, covering his mouth with your hand.

“We are not trying to wake everyone in the damn house.” You spoke with a clear tone, suddenly you feel him licking your hand making you squeal before he makes his attack wrapping both his arms and legs on you in a death grip.

“Harry!” You yell but you laugh as he tries to attack your face in soft kisses. “Okay, okay you win.”

“I always do,” he smirks giving you a kiss on your lips. “Now come on Lily the Mermaid and spoon me.”

“I was 8 years old I had a a vivid imagination,” you do your best to explain. Harry of course didn’t hear you or decided not to hear you as he pulls you against his back to hold him. Making sure he held your had as it wrapped on his waist, giving it a gentle kiss. You just smile and tell him goodnight before going to sleep.

The weekend in general was a success, but as you were on the plane back to LA you couldn’t help but be curious as to why your stepdad decided to induct Harry into the tribe name. He never did it with any of your boyfriends before.

You had a feeling you and Harry needed to have a little chit chat.

Just pretend to be my date.

Authors Note: This was a requsted prompt. Hope you lovelies enjoy it. Xx
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You hate weddings, they are always full of cute couples who are madly in love, not to mention the dancing, oh goodness, the dancing that never seems to end. Don’t forget about the few groomsmen that do happen to be single — the minute they do their speeches they get to drinking — and that is when they get annoying. If they aren’t hitting on you, they are making fools out of themselves. Then, there is that one couple that is always being very touchy under the table who ultimately slip away and bang in one of the cleaning closets or they sneak off to a hotel room available upstairs.

You sit at the table, sipping your champagne as you watch  little girls happily dancing around a few shy boys, you assume they are brother considering they are all shy and just standing awkwardly with their parents chuckling from the table.

Your eyes catch a glimpse at a handsome man who has two little girls pulling him to the dance floor, you can see him smiling widely as he allows them to tug him to the middle of the dance floor, insisting he dances with them. 

One of the little girl’s steps on his shoes and he dances her around on his feet, her smile widening as he treats her like a princess before doing the exact same thing with the other girl who was patiently awaiting her turn.

You are distracted when a somewhat tipsy man flashes you a smile, asking you to dance, but you shake your head. 

You just saw him dancing with two other women and you definitely are not going to be one of the many women he tries to dance with in hopes to snag one of them. You have learnt your lesson before with that one, one too many times.

“C'mon, a lovely lady likes you should be dancing, not sitting here on her own.” He shakes his head, gesturing to the large table you are in fact sitting alone, only accompanied by the champagne.

“Not true,” You shake your head, “I have champagne.” You hold up your flute glass,

“One dance?” He tries to persuade you but you are not budging, you do not want to dance, at least not with him… At the moment, you’d much prefer to dance with the sweet man who is happily giving his attention to the little girls’ who want nothing but to dance while their parents drink at the table.

“My date would be very upset with me.” You lie, placing your champagne glass to the table. 

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