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Sweet Creature - Pink Series pt. 1

Hello lovelies! Here is part one of that angsty, slow burn, friends to lovers series I’m starting! The series will be called Pink and there will be 10 parts in total, each one inspired by/including one of the songs on Harry’s album.

Word Count: 5k

Enjoy! .xx -M

“So, you’re ready to get back into the game again, huh?” you ask around a mouthful of scone, crumbs tumbling from your lips as you speak.

“Yeah, I think I am. It’s been a long break, and I think I’m ready to really start writing again,” Harry smiles, the future career he’s planning seeming like more and more of a reality.

“Well, I for one, am excited. Always wanted to know what you’d do on your own.”

“You’ve heard some of my own songs,” he questions, sipping his tea.

“Well yeah, but like, none of those were written for your own personal album, H, they were more for fun. I wanna see you in your element,” you say.

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Broken Promises (Carlos!sister reader x Harry Hook)

Requested by anon.
Request: hi there!! could you write a harry hook x reader where the reader is Carlos’s sister and she hates him for not ever coming back to get her and when he does come back to the isle and he sees her dating harry he gets mad?? you can choose how it happens but reader stays with harry while Carlos goes back to auradon?? thanks sm!

A/N: I seriously loved writing this! Please anon, request anything like this. Just heads up now, you will be seeing more of Carlos!sister x Harry Hook. I might get some Ben!sister x Jay. But I really hope you guys enjoy this.

Tags: @promptoargentum-is-my-husband

Your P.O.V.

“Wait, their only bringing Carlos?” You ask your mom

“The prince only wanted four, and Carlos is one of them.” You mother says

“They can’t separate me and Y/N. We’ve always been the de Vil duo, they can’t separate us.” Carlos says

“You two will be reunited once you four who are going get the wand and bring this barrier down.” Maleficent says

You look at them then back at Carlos and he nods. You walk with him to your room, trying to ignore everything rushing through your head.

“What am I supposed to do without you?” You ask

“You know how to handle yourself. Besides, I won’t be gone that long. You won’t even realize that I am gone.” He says

You roll your eyes as you start to help him pack what he needs.

“Kids, lets go!” You hear Jafar yell up

You walk out with your brother, looking at the limo. You and Carlos stop and you give him a quick hug.

“I’ll be back for you. I promise.” He says

You nod and step back onto the steps, grabbing Jay’s shoulder.

“Watch out for him please.” You say

“You got it Y/N. See you soon.” He says

You watch them as they drive off in the limo and you sigh, walking back inside.

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Asking you to move in with him was no doubt one of the best decisions Harry had ever made. He got to wake up to have you snuggled up to him while letting out soft snores, he got to make breakfast for you, and not to mention, being in the privacy of your guys’ own home meant you could be as loud as you wanted when.. You know. Besides the whole privacy thing, something else that Harry absolutely adored was being able to come home being greeted by the sound of your twinkling voice. 

“Y/N, I’m-” 

“In the kitchen!” Harry looked towards the kitchen door as he was interrupted, a small smile playing at his face at the sound of music echoing around the house. 

“Hello, you.” Harry let a full blown grin appear on his face as he saw you bopping around the kitchen, using a wooden spoon as a makeshift guitar. He couldn’t help but laugh as you pranced around him, singing (or, screaming) the lyrics out loud before accidentally knocking into the fridge. You had always been terribly clumsy, but that was something Harry found so very endearing about you.

“Nearly knocked myself out there.” You breathed out, holding a hand to your chest as you panted lightly. You got a bit out of control when it came to lip-syncing to one of your favourite songs. Lately, you had been playing Just Hold On on repeat - Even Louis was getting a little sick of it whenever he came over to hear his song blasting out from the speakers. 

“Wouldn’t want tha’ t’ happen. C’mere and gimme a kiss.” Harry cooed, walking over to yank the spatula out of your hand before placing it on the counter. His arms slinked around your waist, Harry leaning down to give you a sweet kiss. “How was your day, love?” 

“Oh, you know. Woke up. Made breakfast.” You shrugged, turning back to glance at the boiling pot of soup on the stove. “Watched Netflix - Apparently season 2 of Stranger Things isn’t comin’ out until Halloween! I can’t wait that long!” You whined lightly, giggling as Harry nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. “Missed you all day.” You hummed, your fingers looping around some smaller curls at the back of his head. 

“Missed you to-” 

Wish that you could build a time machine..” You immediately pulled away when Just Hold On began playing, a grin growing on your face before you tugged Harry to the middle of the kitchen floor. 

“Dance with me!” You laughed, Harry twirling you around in a circle before you began hopping up and down while singing along. 

Harry really hit the jackpot with you, didn’t he? 


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It was a rainy day outside. It was enjoyable though. It was one of those days where you just relax and watch the raindrops dance down your window. One of those days where you strain to hear the small pip pap of raindrops on your roof. One of those days where the rumble of distant thunder brings a smile to your face. One of those days that curling up with you favourite person and a good book seems like the best plan in the while world.

And that’s what today was, a day to curl up with your favourite person. You and Harry were situated on your couch. It was his turn to come from his Earth to visit.  

Harry was at the end of the couch with his feet up on it, in one hand he held a book and the other rested on your head, absentmindedly running his finger through your hair. You were between his legs, your back on his abdomen and you head resting on his chest. A grey blanket covered the both of you making you two the picture of rainy day comfort.

A comfortable silence had made it’s way over the room, and all that could be heard was the soft rain drops bouncing off your window. That is, until Harry decided to break the silence.

“I can’t believe you’re reading Harry Potter again.” He scoffed. He had taken a moment to put his book down and savour the moment between you two but stopped short when he noticed what you were reading.

“I can’t believe you haven’t read it.” You shot back not taking your eyes off the book.

“Its a children’s book.”

You glared up at him and raised your eyebrows. “You’re point?”

Harry rolled his eyes, “Either way, we don’t have it on earth two.”

“I still cant believe that.” you put your book face down, making sure to keep your spot and leaned your head back so you could look up at him. “That an author as great as J.K didn’t even write on your earth.”

Harry hummed in response and went back to his book. You followed suit diving back into your book. It was Christmas, and Hermione was just telling the boys that they should check the restricted section.

It was a few minutes later when he spoke again. “What’s it even about anyway?”

You looked up at him from the corner of your eye and smirked. His eyes were still on his book but you knew his attention was on you. “Why? Are you finally interested?” You asked in a mocking tone.

Harry scoffed. “I’m just curious.”

You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Humour me.”

“Well,” You put your book down on your stomach and shifted around getting more comfortable. “It’s about a little boy whose parents are killed when he’s a baby by a powerful evil wizard. For a while he thinks he’s just an ordinary boy, but when he turns 11 a whole new world is opened up to him. A world full of magic.”

“Sounds childish.” he commented.

“Well its is a “children’s book”.” You used your hands to do air quotes.

Harry huffed and went back to his book, or at least that’s what you thought. Harry was staring down at your book and reading over your shoulder. You didn’t notice till a small aggravated sigh escaped his lips when you flipped the page before he was done reading. A wide smile spread across your face when you realized he was interested in your “children’s book”.

It happened a couple more times before you closed your book.

Harry’s eyes quickly went back to his book hoping you didn’t notice him. “What are you doing?” He asked.

You sighed.“If you’re going to read over my shoulder then we might as well start from the beginning.”

“I wasn’t reading.” He lied.

You chuckled “Oh yeah?”

“I don’t read children’s books.”

“How about listening to one.” You suggested. You looked at him over your shoulder waiting for his response. When he didn’t give you one you opened your book to the first page and cleared your throat getting ready. “You might want to get comfortable, we could be here for a while.”

Harry smiled down at you, giving you a quick kiss on the top of your head before pulling off his glasses, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.

“You ready?”

He hummed in response, and you began reading.

“Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.”

One less secret

It was Saturday. Remus was reading a book in the living room when the house became too quiet. Harry had just gotten a new broom for his eighth birthday, one of normal size, and he should be doing all sorts of damage in the house, but for some reason everything was very quiet. Sirius was in the garage, fixing something on the motorbike as he listened to a record from one of his favorite bands loudly, but there was no sign of the little marauder and Remus was starting to get restless when he heard the crash of something falling on the ground.

Dropping the book on the couch, he ran to the room he shared with Sirius and sighed relieved to see that Harry was fine. The noise came from a box that was on top of the cabinet and probably fell when the boy hit it with his broom, scattering various papers across the floor. Now the little one was sitting on the floor, with the papers around him, and he seemed very focused on something. Remus was approaching in silence, with the intention of catching Harry by surprise, but was surprised was him to see what the boy had in his hand. He held a piece of parchment, old and yellowed by time, where Remus recognized his own handwriting, somewhat blurred by the haste with which he wrote the words. Around him on the floor, there were several drawings that Sirius made at the same time when they were in school, but Remus couldn’t take his eyes off the list that Harry read so intently, for seeing it after so many years and remembering that it existed brought back a flood of memories of an era where everything was simpler.

That list contained the reasons that kept him from being happy, from giving in to what he felt for Sirius when he discovered what that horribly good feeling was. It was a list of reasons not to love Sirius, and the reasons were mostly because he was a monster, he wansn’t supposed to feel such a warming and amazingly good feeling like love. He wasn’t supposed to love such a sweet, gentle creature like that, he wouldn’t know how to hold him without hurting him, he wasn’t made to love tender and to be gentle, he had a monster inside that only knew violence and darkness, and Sirius didn’t deserve this. Sirius didn’t deserve to love a monster.
Remus wrote that list in a moment of disturbance and despair, but mostly fear. He feared that if he hurt Sirius it might kill him, and he couldn’t bare to think that. He feared that if he gave in to that feeling once he wouldn’t be capable of controlling himself, because even the monster inside him liked the idea of having his best friend all for himself. He feared because that feeling was crushing his heart, was preventing him from breathing, killing him inside out, and he liked that. He feared because Sirius was so freaking beautiful and mostly because he wasn’t afraid of Remus at all.
And at that moment, while looking at Harry sitting on the floor reading that piece of parchment, Remus feared again, because written in the end of the list with large letters, the words “You’re a werewolf” stood out from the others, seeming to mock him, and it was precisely these words that Harry was staring at with such concentration. In an impulse, Remus quickly plucked the parchment from Harry’s hands, and he looked at the foster-father with wide-eyed green eyes, as if he’d been caught doing something wrong.
“You shouldn’t be messing with this.” Remus said with a touch of panic in his voice. Harry shrugged, knowing he had done it, but he couldn’t contain his curiosity, so he asked in a sweet, innocent voice:
“Is that why you have your night out?”
Remus stood still. He couldn’t even breathe. He was afraid, trembling with fear that Harry would be terrified when he found out. For seven years that fear had consumed him every day.
“Moony, what’s this?” Harry stood up. “You didn’t want to be with me and Pads?”
Lupin was not ready for these questions. He opened his mouth to answer, but the words just wouldn’t come out. They clutched at his throat, a mixture of fear and panic, stopping him from speaking. Harry knows, he knows now that I am a monster, and suddenly all his old fears had surfaced, cluttering his thoughts, and just as he thought he’d fall apart, Remus felt small arms wrap around his waist.
He blinked in confusion, realizing that his eyes were stinging with tears in fear. When did he start crying? When was the last time he cried out of fear?
He looked down and found Harry hugging him, and in a slightly choked voice Harry said,
“Don’t cry Moony, I promise I won’t mess with your stuff again, but don’t cry, please. I’m sorry!”
A wave of tenderness made Remus recoil and he took a deep breath and bent down, reaching Harry and hugging him, holding him tightly in his arms, as if he were afraid he might run away. For seven years he was running away from that moment.
"When I was little, a bad man hurt me.” He explained, speaking quietly, still holding Harry in his arms. "He did something to me.” He stopped talking for a moment and felt Harry’s arms tightening in his embrace as an incentive for him to continue. "Do you know what a werewolf is, Harry?”
Remus felt when the little boy agreed.
“That’s what the bad man did to me. He bit me and made me a werewolf.” Lupin pulled back a little, looking the boy in the eyes. “That’s why I got my night out. So I can transform myself without hurting you or Pads.”
For a moment, Remus stared at Harry’s childish face, tense and frightened, wishing it wouldn’t make him afraid of him. The man closed his eyes and felt Harry’s small hands wiping his wet cheeks. When he opened his eyes again, Harry stared at him gravely, and asked in a worried way.
“Does it hurt?”
Remus blinked, confused.
"When you transform?”
“It hurts more to think I might hurt you.” Remus admitted in a hoarse whisper.
Harry was still serious.
“You’re Moony.” He said without removing his hands from his face. "You take care of me when I get sick and tell me stories. You make Pads laugh when he’s sad and make the best chocolate cake in the world, and also lecture us, but only when we behave badly, but you never hurt” and saying that, the boy came over and gave Remus a soft kiss. "It won’t hurt anymore. I love you, Moony.”
Harry smiled and Remus literally felt as if the weight of the whole world had been lifted off his shoulders. Harry wasn’t afraid of him. The feeling of happiness in his chest was similar to what he felt the day the Marauders discovered his secret, and yet they stayed by his side. Unable to contain, Remus hugged the boy tightly again, unable to believe that all that love and all that tenderness came from such a young child, and that made him feel so happy, warm and loved inside. Remus felt at that moment that he was a father – a real father.

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(A/N: I put out this idea a while ago and someone recently said I should do it so I tweaked it a bit. Tiny bit of angst but mostly fluff. Includes daddy taemin…as in real father lol.) 

Taemin let himself in to your house, ready to watch your three year old, Harry, while you got ready for the first date you’d had in almost four years. 


Taemin called out cheerfully, his voice echoing through your kitchen.

“Where’s my favourite little man?!” 

Of course, Harry came running towards the sound of his fathers voice with a huge grin on his adorable, plump face. 

“I’m not a little man daddy! I’m a pirate! Arghhh!”

Taemin beamed, chuckling at his son, realising he was getting such a wild imagination. 

“Woah! Captain Harry I surrender!”

 Taemin put his hands up before hauling him in to his arms. Harry’s conception was complicated to say the least. Taemin used to be your very best friend, joined at your hip 24/7. The two of you met in your music class in college, attended the same university and practically lived in each others student accommodation because you became so close. All of that changed soon after you graduated. Everyone was throwing their own ‘goodbye and good luck’ sort of parties; everyone loves an excuse to get wasted and of course, you and Taemin went to every single one together. You never saw him go home with girls and whenever boys hit on you, it never seemed right to go out with them. For some reason, you felt like you belonged to Taemin; that it would all happen with Taemin. Well, it went something like that. 

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Hello lovelies! I have one question. Don’t you guys like me? Because I always try to interact with you all somehow you but you don’t reply back. Well try taking to me I won’t kidnap you haha!



“Y/n behave!” Harry said as he kept walking. Harry, Y/n, Lou and Tom all four were out in LA shopping. Y/n was Harry’s friend in the eyes of public well except some of few Harry’s closest friends who knew that she was his girlfriend. Being a pop star he always has been followed by paparazzi all the time and so was today. Harry pushed y/n hand away as it crept closer to Harry’s to lock it with her own. Harry was more than mad at her right now. Not because she was being clingy but more because she was acting clingy on purpose so that he’d reveal their little secret to the world.

“But whyyyy???” She said as she once against tried to grab his hand but this time Harry lost it. He was already annoyed with paps following them halfway and now because how immature his girlfriend was behaving.  
Y/n’s eyes widen as she tumbled back when Harry pulled his hand from her grip but maybe a bit too forcefully that he unintentionally pushed her. Y/n gained her balance again and shifted away from angrily.

“Harry!” Lou hissed trying to be calm and she helped the poor girl.

“Oh please Lou. Cut this crap right now.” Harry said showing her hand to Lou’s face as he kept walking.

“Douche!” Lou mumbled as she turned her attention to Y/n who was at the verge of crying.

“Are you okay?” Lou asked y/n and she nodded looking down. Controlling her tears she excused herself from those three and rushed back to the hotel she was staying in. Despite the fact that Harry had a good big house he insisted her to stay in a hotel because he didn’t wanted anything to have a glimpse of them doing anything together. It wasn’t anything like he didn’t wanted to be with her. He liked y/n very much, he just didn’t wanted her to be hurt. As much to his experience so far being followed by paps and get bombarded with many inappropriate question and being greeted with hate sometimes wasn’t the best thing ever. No doubt Harry loved his job but he sometimes he wished he could live a normal that probably wasn’t possible after all this time now.


“Where’d she go Lou?” Harry asked her friend after like an hour later. All that Lou wanted was to smack Harry so bad.

“Back to her hotel.” She said ignoring him as she searched through racks to find herself the perfect dress for the night party she had to go.

“Wh-why?” He said and sighed rubbing his face in defeat when he realised what he did just an hour ago too. He didn’t mean it. But he knows was he did was wrong and disrespectful and he had to get it fixed somehow.

Harry first met y/n 5 months ago when they got their luggage exchanged at Heathrow and Harry had to follow her taxi like stupids because she thought some creepy stalker was stalking her. Y/n was something filled with excitement and joy and love. Her personality and bubbly self attracted Harry to her like a magnet. After being friends with her he finally gathered all his courage and asked her out on a date. Giggling she said yes when he confessed his feelings for her and kissed him as her boyfriend.

Y/n knew being in relationship with such a famous personality won’t be easy but she was ready-willing to give her everything to this bond. Harry had already gotten y/n understand that how hard this would be with all the touring and stuff but promised to be there everytime she needs him. First 2 months of their relationship were of complete bliss and pleasure. They did all the stuff that a normal couple would do. But the problem rose when she asked him to go public. Harry told her and tried to make her understand how much her life would be changed once the public gets to know about them to being together. Y/n was ready to accept all the challenge that may come but Harry wasn’t ready yet. He didn’t wanted y/n to get hurt. He made a promise to himself to protect her and all he was doing was keeping it.


Harry knocked against her hotel door as he stood there holding his breath. He knew that he hurt her. And all e wanted was to make her happy again.

“G-go away!” Y/n sniffled as she spoke. Harry was heart broken when he heard her breaking Voice from the other side of door. He remained silent  because he wasn’t sure what to say. Harry sighed and knocked again-dropping his head against the thick wooden door.

“I said go away!” Y/n said and she furiously opened the door probably to shoo away whoever it was but stopped in her place when she was Harry’s face. Her own was pink. Eyes blood shot and nose cute pink leaving no doubt that she was balling her eyes out. Harry peeked over y/n’s head and saw that her bead and floor was covered with discarded-used tissues.

“What do you want?” Y/n mumbled as she looked down. Probably too afraid for Harry to see her devastated.

“I’m sorry love. So sorry.” Harry whispered cupping one of her cheek and snuggled her face to the palm which was against it. She was still mad at him but always used to melt even with a little touch of Harry. She stepped aside creating space for Harry so he can step in. Y/n softly close the door behind Harry and walked to sit at the end of bed. Harry softly sat beside her and pulled her to his chest. Y/n inhaled his soothing around smell and calmed down in his arms.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it” Harry said rubbing y/n’s back as he kept kissing her head. All she did was snuggled her neck in crook of Harry neck-climbing on his lap with her legs on either side of him.

“I’m sorry for being clingy too.” Y/n uttered as she rested her head against Harry’s shoulder pressing a soft kiss to the toned flesh. Harry squeezed her petite body against his muscular one. Harry held her tightly as her chest pressed against hers.

“It’s fine sweetheart. I shouldn’t have taken you with me knowing there’d be lot of paps” Harry mumbled. Y/n’s eyebrows narrowed as she pulled away to look at Harry’s face.

“What do you mean? Ar-are you ashamed of me?” Y/n asked as her eyes searched through his green ones for an honest answer.

“Did you heard all the question paps were asking? They were all about confirming  you being my girlfriend !” Harry said. Y/n knew what she was thinking wasn’t anywhere bear to the truth but she did felt like a shame for Harry. She silently got off his lap and climbed under the covers.

“I-it’s fine. I probably should sleep. I’m tired anyways” she spoke muffled by covers as she closed her eyes drinking the hurt feeling in. Harry on the other side knew something wasn’t right and he knew what.

“How’s everything going?” Ellen asked who invited Harry on her show to interview him for his Upcoming movie.

“Great! ” Harry spoke in his thick British accent showing off his dimples.

“And what about your love life?” She wiggled her eyebrow as Harry laughed.

“Great too! I’ve asked myself to go on a date with me” he chuckled making the crowd laugh as Ellen giggled too.

“Give a big round of applause for this perfect lie!” Ellen announce sarcastically as Harry shake his head smiling.

“It’s true!” He argued cutely.

“Okay. Then who is this pretty lady?” Ellen asked shifting a bit so she can look at the big screen behind her back. His breath hitched as he saw the screen bringing up a picture of him and y/n holding hands which probably one of media man took while she tried holding his hand. He was in a tough situation. He has never felt so indecisive ever. He bite his lip lower lip trying not to look like he’s in a deep thinking.

Harry knew that he had to protect y/n but hiding her from the world wasn’t a solution. Harry also wanted to show we off to the world. He also wanted to be able to hold her, kiss her, travel with her without any fear and hesitation. He knew what he did wasn’t exactly right. She has the whole right to be with him freely. Harry closed his eyes as y/n smiling face came flashing to the screen of his eyes. He smiled and looked at Ellen who was eagerly waiting for his answer.

“Okay I give up. She’s my love. My girlfriend” Harry declared as the whole studio went crazy. Ellen laughed and patted Harry’s back proudly.

“And…I love her very much.” Harry said and the whole crowd went aww. He was aware of this feeling from a long time ago when he saw her. Harry smiled looking down as the interview carried on. That was the very first time in his entire life where he used those three words for someone except his family. He couldn’t be more happy and over the moon that time.

“Congratulations mate” Jeff said engulfing Harry in a hug as he welcomed him in the night party. Harry didn’t talked to y/n since afternoon in her hotel room.

“Thanks lad” Harry said as his eyes searched for his loved one.

“She’s out. In the balcony ” Jeff pointed out to where the balcony was. Harry nodded and walked following the path and stopped when he saw her standing in moon light. She looked beautiful, breathtaking as ever.

“Did you mean it?” Y/n questioned him as she turned around to face him. She was glowing like a petal in the light of moon miles above her head.

“With all I have.” He said moving close to her.

“I love you too” y/n said as she tilted her head to look at Harry who was towering her. A soft smile curving her lips up. Harry’s lips weren’t far away when he smiled showing his dimples as he pulled her to him locking his lips with his own. Their lips moved all the love they had been hiding for each other. Y/n’s hand flew up just to grab those short hair who had curls growing. Harry squeezed Y/n’s waist as they both pulled away to breath. Harry cupped Y/n’s face to stare in those perfect eyes which made harry fall for them.

“You’re my aesthetic baby.” Harry said making Y/n giggle as she playfully smacked back of harry’s head before pulling him to kiss him again.

The Calling Adventure

Pairings: James Sirius Potter x Reader (friendship)

Words: 1.3K

A/N: This is the first time I’m writing about the next generation of Harry Potter and this feels so weird, haha. I actually don’t even know if there’s anyone interested about this but oh well, I hope you like it x

Nick Robinson as James Sirius Potter

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“Y/N! Y/N wait for me!” you heard familiar voice calling after you as you were rushing down the corridors, trying your best to get to the class of the care of magical creatures in time.

Smile rising to your lips you saw James Sirius Potter, one of your best friends running after you, bright smile on his face.  

“Hey Jace,” you called out, as you leaned gainst the cool stone wall, waiting for him to catch you up. “Hurry up, we are late.”

“We are not going,” he chuckled, his dark brown eyes twinkling brightly as he got to you, clearly out of breath. “I have to show you something.”

Slight frown crossed your face, yet you couldn’t stop the soft laugh from escaping your lips as you saw his purely childish excitement. “I bet it can wait an hour, Hagrid is going to kill us if we cut his class once again.”

“Y/N, he won’t,” James laughed, rolling his eyes, “he loves us.”

Laughing, you shook your head. You knew that he was right. The two of you were indeed Hagrid’s clear favorites. It might have had something to do with the fact that James was Harry’s son, and Sirius Black, Hagrid’s old friend, your grandfather. Not that it mattered.

“Okay, yeah you might be right,” you admitted, as you rolled your eyes with smirk on your lips, “but I heard there is a unicorn, a real life living uni-“

“Believe me when I say, this is way more better than horses with horns,” James chuckled, wrapping his hand around your wrist, “just come on, Y/N, please.”

“But unicorns are the coolest thing in the whole universe,” you whined playfully, rolling your eyes, “as well as in the alternative universes.“

“Cooler than us, huh?” He kicked his eyebrow, smirking.

“Oh shush,” you laughed, starting to follow him along the corridor. “But if this magnificent thing you have to show me isn’t as cool as you’re saying I swear I’m gonna –,” you stated, yet your sentence got cut short as he pulled you suddenly into a small cabinet of cleaning supplies, locking the door after you.

“James what are you –“

“Hush,” he whispered, excitememt coloring his amused voice. The darkness of the cabinet made it impossible for you to see him, but it wasn’t hard for you to imagine the brightest of twinkles in his eyes.

“If this is your pathetic try to get to snuggle with me, J, oh I can assure you that it ain’t working,” you kicked your eyebrow with a smug smile.

“Oh sweety, it wouldn’t take this much effort,” he chuckled playfully, as he laid his hands on your waist, “I know it kills you to keep your hands to yourself whenever I’m around.”

“Well I’ve heard that at least McKinnon couldn’t handle that,” you laughed, pushing him further from you. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you are shagging with her.”

“Wait, what? I’m not, it was just one time thing,” James rushed to say, his voice bright of embarrassment. “And who even told you about it?”

“Albus –yes, your little brother,” you kicked my eyebrow, “I spilled my pumpkin juices all over his cloak as he told me. He sound pretty anxious, I think he’s still shipping the two of us together.”

“Well, he isn’t the only one,” James laughed brightly, “Lily tried to send you a Valentine’s Day card –with my name on it. It was pink and had glitter and unicorns on it. Plausible I would say.”

“Unicorns and glitter?” you sighed dramatically. “She knows me better than you do, I’m offended.”

“Hey, my card was the best of them all and you can’t say otherwise,” James cooed. “Roses are red, Violets are blue – come on, go on.”

Laugh escaping your lips you rolled your eyes. “I would do me, and you should do too.”

“If you require,” he chuckled, pulling you closer to him from your hips.

“Oh shut your big mouth, Potter,” you laughed, pushing him playfully further from you.

You had known James since you were – well, since you were born to be exact. His parents, Ginny and Harry were good friends with yours, since your mother is the daughter of Harry’s godfather Sirius. You and James had been best friends as long as you could remember, but not in the he’s like my brother – kind of way. That would have been way too messed up taking into account your type of humor. All he was, was the even better than the best friend you could ever have – type of best friend of yours.

Yet, notwithstanding the fact that you felt nothing towards the other, for many people – considering your little siblings, that seemed to be very hard to accept. Even some of the teachers, especially McGonagall and Hagrid, seemed to love the idea of you and James ending up together. You loved him, you really did, but only in the friendliest way possible.

Slight gasp escaped your lips and you pressed your eyes tightly shut as a bright light, coming from the tip of James’ wand, lightened up the small cabinet.

“Are you ready?” He chuckled, his voice higher than usually from excitement. You opened your eyes carefully, trying to adjust to the light.

“That depends,” you frowned, yet laughed brightly as you saw the twinkle in his brown eyes. “Okay, show me the magnificent thing that made me abjure the unicorns.”

James rolled playfully his eyes, as he pulled a dirty and clearly ages of old piece of parchment out of his pocket, the glint in his eyes turning brighter each passing moment.

You glanced at the dusty piece of paper in his hands, rising your eyebrow. “A piece of parchment,” you questioned, lifting your hand to his forehead, gasping dramatically. “Darling, I think you have a fever.”

Rolling his eyes once again, James pushed your hand away. “Oh, shut up Y/N/N,” he mumbled, a small laugh running from his lips. “Ready?”

With slight frown on your lips, you nodded your head, watching as James moved his wand to point towards the parchment.

“I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good,” he whispered, nipping his bottom lip between his teeth. As soon as he had said the last words, black ink started to appear to the piece, forming slowly coiled words and detailed patterns.

“Look at it,” James chuckled, handing the parchment to you.

“Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs are proud to present the –,” you read out loud, stiffening, as your eyes saw the headline. You felt your jaw drop and lifted your head to glance at James with widened eyes.  

“The Marauder’s Map,” he nodded, smiling brightly.

“No,” you breathed out. “No way, James – Can’t be. Can’t – Is this the actual, the real one, the real Map? The Marauders Map?”

James’ smile grew even wider as he nodded his head. “Dad sent it to me today,” he then chuckled, pointing at the moving names on the map. “This is unbelievable, look at it – we can see everyone. Look, there’s Hagrid – oh and there really was an unicorn out there, you were right,” he laughed, without knowing, that in that moment you couldn’t have cared less about unicorns.

You forced your twinkling eyes away from the map to lift your head to face him. “But why did Harry decide to give this to you now?”

James shrugged, smiling smugly. “I guess he thinks I’m finally mature enough to have it.”

“Wow, what a mistake,” you smirked, laying your sight back to the map. “This is –”

“I know,” he chuckled, before frowning deeply, lifting his finger on your lips to keep you quiet. “Shush – can you hear that?”

You frowned, shaking your head in confusement. “Hear what?”

“The adventure calling for us,” he kicked his eyebrow, smirk taking over his lips.

“Oh no, Jace, that was so not smooth,” you bursted into bubbly laugh, shaking your head. “You can’t ask, if I can hear the adventure calling for us – especially when the only sound I hear is your annoyingly loud breathing.”

James rolled his eyes, yet couldn’t fight back the bright smile taking over his face. “Oh shut up and take my hand Y/N – we have the whole castle to explore.”


So far, your group hadn’t won anything. You were the leftovers stuck with the two middle aged men. Stuart was glued to his phone twenty four/seven and annoyingly sarcastic when he actually paid attention to anything. Yo Yo was overly stressed. Neha was pretty nice. Billy and Nick were nice, but terrible when it came to actually helping the group.

You were accepted into the Google internship because you had hyperthymesia. That basically meant that you remembered everything that has every happened to you which made school and extracurricular very easy. The only problem was that you were too focused on the past to live the present.

A smile came onto your face when you heard that the next challenge was Quidditch from Harry Potter. You were a huge Potterhead and memorized most of the rules and mentioned fouls.

Lyle explained everything, but no one, except for you, had any idea what he was talking about. You played around with the broom. Billy was appointed as Seeker and when Graham, the snobby ‘British’ competition, heard of the role, he just rolled his eyes and pointed to someone random on his team. You smiled, knowing that you could use it as your advantage.

You were okay, but the whole team was terrible until Billy used an 80s movie to cheer the group up. Stuart rolled his eyes and looked pointedly at you. You were the known Harry Potter nerd.

After the time out, the team tied with Graham’s. The Golden Snitch came, but Graham injured one of his team members to distract the referee and played dirty to get it. They were in the midst of celebrating when you interrupted, “I’m sorry, but that was a violation.”

The crowd silenced. The team looked at you weirdly. Graham snorted, “Winning’s a violation?”

You made a face. “The way you did, yes.” Turning to the referee, you asked, “Is it true that Graham wasn’t the Seeker?” He nodded. “Page thirty of Quidditch Through The Ages states that Snitchniping is a foul and results in disqualification.” The crowd looked blankly at you. You scoffed, “No player other than the Seeker may touch or catch the Snitch. Now, since Graham was obviously playing multiple positions, something I won’t get into, he can’t catch the Snitch, therefore is disqualified.”

“Come on,” he belittled, “You’re making it up.”

“Unlikely,” you retorted, “It’s been proven that I have hyperthymesia.” Graham glared at you.

Nick asked, “What exactly does that mean?”

“It’s a condition of possessing an extremely detailed autobiographical memory.” You received blank stares. “I remember everything. Especially Harry Potter.”

“Straight from online,” Stuart mumbled, checking on his phone.

You cut off Graham before he could say anything, “15 times. If anyone’s doubting me, I could simply get a book.” Neha smiled at how the crowd looked like they believed you. The referee decided that your team won which made all of you get excited.

“Hyperthymesia?” Billy smiled. “How did we manage to get the girl with the super memory?”

Stuart read a theory on his phone about hyperthymesia leading to depression since you focused too much on the past. After that, the team all banded together to pull you back to the present when you found yourself drowning in memories.

Join the mile high club part 1

You opened the door of your office and walked in. You closed the door as fast as possible and leaned your back against the wooden door. What a day……. You stood there for a couple minutes. Your glance wandered around the spare furnished room. On the right hand side was a sink. The white tiles gave the room a clinical and cold atmosphere.

Your look fell on the bookshelf that was stocked with all your books from University.

These books gave you a familiar feeling. You stand there for a while and reminiscent of your time as a student with a soft smile.

 You walked to the small desk in the middle of the room. There was a computer on it. Documents were mindlessly scattered around it. You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. I’ll be stuck here for a while you thought.  You saw a bouquet of red roses on your desk. A small white card with your name on it was placed between the flowers. You recognized the handwriting. Immediately butterflies erupted in your stomach. You reached for the card and read it with sparkling eyes.

“I am looking forward to see you tonight. You’ll be picked up at 6pm! Love H”

 You’re still smiling after finishing reading the card. You felt slightly nervous. That’s new, I get picked up you thought to yourself.

 You looked at the watch on your wrist. You doubted that you will be on time for your date. You reached for your cellphone but stopped in your tracks when you thought about all the times you turned him down. He doesn’t have that much time for you and now with your new job in the hospital - your first real job. Harry understood, but….

A slight feeling of panic creeped up in you, you didn’t even know what caused this sudden emotion….no, that’s not true you know the reason. You are scared to lose him. You put your cellphone down, a quick glance fell on the folders on your desk. You grabbed the documents and put them back in the file cabinet. You grabbed your coat and put it on the clothes rack in the corner. You figured these documents can wait until Monday. You locked your office door and said goodbye to the nurses in the nurses’ room. You paced down the hallway without any incidents. Thank goodness!

 It was a warm summer evening, a light breeze tickled your neck. You touched your neck and smiled…this was the spot he caressed with his lips this morning. You bit on your lower lip. A quick glance on your watch confirmed you were indeed running late. 

You arrived at your house. Your neighbour, an older nosy Lady, stuck her head out of the door. “Somebody left a package for you” “for me?”, yes indeed she answered. She went inside and came back with a huge box. Awkwardly, you took the package from her and brought it into your flat. You felt woozy and didn’t understand what this was all about. You were still in your summer coat as you stood in front of the package with the red ribbon on top. You wanted to rip the box open like a little child on Christmas morning. You opened the box, lots of wrapping tissue came with it. Your eyes widened as you put the tisssue aside. Another card came into view.

You’ll look absolutely amazing in it!!! Put it on for me! P.S. I’ll help you with the undressing.

Love H.

A squeal left your lips. You were glad he couldn’t see you right now. You got on your knees and put more of the wrapping tissue aside. You were surrounded by all the paper in the middle of your living room. You looked down at the dress he sent you.  

You pulled it out of the cardboard box. You held it in front of you and stood up. A quiet oh my god left your lips. The fabric was soft and made a slight rustling noise. The rest of the dress fell to the ground. It’s an evening gown you noticed, with a deep v shaped neckline. You slightly shook your head when you saw it in its full length. You could literally picture his huge eyes and stupid grin when he bought the dress for you. The dress was figure hugging and made of a flowing red material, the neckline was ruffled. This dress would make a nice cleavage and attract all eyes on it. One particular pair of eyes you know oh so well would definitely be on it, you thought with a smirk. You held it in front of you and turned around with it like a little girl.

 You felt that familiar tingling in your stomach and a blush creeped on your cheeks as you realised how you were acting. You gathered the wrapping tissue and put it back into the cardboard box when you saw something else in it. That sneaky bastard!

You narrowed your eyes to slits. A red bra with the matching panty was inside. You took the flimsy material out of the box. You could’ve wore nothing underneath it, it would have the same effect. Oh you know he had so much fun when he came up with his plan. He probably sat at home and beamed with joy thinking his whole plan thru. You raised your eyebrows….two can play this game….. a devious grin spread on your face.

 At 6 o’clock sharp somebody ringed your door. You put your phone back into your purse and went down the stairs.

His black Jeep parked in front of your small house that’s front could use some new paint. Your heart beats faster in your chest as you approached the car. But instead of Harry, his driver expected you. He smiled at you and nodded his head as he opened the car door for you. You returned the smile and got in the car wordlessly and with a beating heart. “May I say Miss you look stunning” he told you as he looked in the rear-view mirror. You blushed and mumbled a thank you. The dress emphasises your boobs. Your mother wouldn’t like that kind of dress. It is not raffish in no way but it’s a true eye catcher. It is tight around your breasts, that’s the reason you didn’t put on the bra he sent you.

You smoothed down your dress and looked out the window. You remembered the panty he bought you, a grin spread on your face. It’s still in its box. The car left the centre of the city and you drove out of town. You picked nervously at your dress. Your feet ached from the heels, you were hoping that you don’t have to walk to much tonight. You drove to the airport. You recognized the road, you knew this road too well.

How many times did you drop him off in the early hours of the morning? How often did you have to let him go?  How many times did you wait for him in the arrival area of the airport? When he came thru the automatic doors with a bright smile on his face. The first thing he did was giving you a big embrace and a kiss. Despite being extremely tired and exhausted from his journey, he always made sure to be cheerful when he came back. That thought made your heart sting. You shook your head to forget the thoughts about saying goodbye to him.

You drove to the manoeuvring area. You could see his private jet from afar. Your heart started beating faster. Is he insane????

You saw him standing in front of the stairs to the jet. He was waiting for you. You nearly couldn’t wait till the car came to a halt. You wanted to jump out of the driving car and run up to him and give him a big hug. But no you couldn’t do that. You waited in the car till the driver opened your door. A light breeze hit your face as you reached for the driver’s hand. You felt like one of the girls on the TV show “the bachelor”. He smiled like crazy when you walked up to him. You tried to walk as elegant as possible. He bit on his lower lip and you could her a tiny hiss. You felt a triumphant feeling. You stood an arm length in front of him and looked him up and down.

“You look fantastic, I..I…hell….” He pulled you to him. You could smell his aftershave and his shampoo. He started kissing you, the kiss was intense. He put his hand on your cheek. “ Where are we going?” you asked him breathless, you hoped there wouldn’t be any consequences after this kiss, otherwise your lady- like behaviour and elegance would falter and you would give in to him. 

He smirked and put a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Don't Ever Leave (Harry Styles Smut)

Ok so someone asked for a dominate Harry smut, but idk if this is dominate enough. I hope you like it though!

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“What can I get for the pretty lady?” the bartender smirked gesturing to me.

“Scotch.” I said simply and he obliged. He didn’t card me even though I am pretty sure he knew I was under age. I downed my third drink of the night, just barely feeling buzzed, when I saw him. I hadn’t seen Harry in over a year since he went on tour with his band. God, he has really grown up in a year. Even in the darkness of the club, his smile lit up the whole room.

Harry and I used to be best friends, but I don’t know what we are now. My mind flashed back to the day he left.

The airport terminal was cold and bright. I walked hand-in-hand with Harry all the way to the gate. The electronic banner over the door read ‘now boarding’ and Harry turned to face me.

“Well…” he started, but I just flung my arms around his neck, hugging him as tight as I could.

“I’m going to miss you so much Harry.” I whispered as tears began to form in my eyes. He pulled away from the hug and cupped my face in his hands.

“Don’t cry Y/n.” he cooed wiping a tear from my cheek. My eyes wondered over his body, creating a memory of my best friend. His curls perfectly framed his face, his bright green eyes staring into mine, and a smile that could light up the darkest night. “Y/n…” he whispered as his eyes moved from mine to my mouth. Before I could say anything, his lips were on mine. His kiss took my breath away. We only kissed for a moment when the announcer came on.

“Final call for flight 234 to Paris. Final call.” A lady’s voice rang over the speakers and Harry pulled away from me. His forehead rested on mine, his hands still on my cheeks.

“Y/n, I have to go.” His voice was soft and hoarse as if he was about to cry. He kissed my forehead before picking up his backpack and walking towards the gate. I stood there and watched as he handed the flight attendant his ticket. He turned back to look at me and a small grin appeared on his lips.

That same grin was present on his face tonight. He shook hands with people and made small talk, completely unaware that I was there.

“Y/n?” I heard Niall’s voice from across the bar. He stood up and walked over, giving me a hug. “How are you? God, you look good.” He smiled and I blushed.

“Thanks Ni.” I giggled and we talked for a few minutes and he offered to buy me another drink.

“Hey, do you want to go dance?” He asked and I just nodded. He took my hand and led me over to the dance floor. I could see Harry standing against a wall and his eyes locked with mine. His jaw dropped and I gave him a small wave before Niall pulled me into the crowd. We were somewhere in the middle and I turned to start grinding on him. His hands roamed my body and I was too focused to realize that Harry had moved over by the DJ so he could see me. Niall and I both were beginning to sweat as I continued to dance on him.

“You have an admirer.” He whispered in my ear and I looked up to see Harry staring directly at me. He hadn’t talked to me in months so I just assumed he regretted what happened at the airport. I spent all this time wondering why he wouldn’t return my calls or texts, but now that I see him here, I am angry. Even if he didn’t care about me romantically, he could of at least talked to me as his best friend. Whatever.

I turned to face Niall. “I don’t care.” I whispered and continued to dance with him. My hands found the back of Niall’s neck and brought his face closer to mine as my hips moved with the beat. His hands gripped my waist over my tight black dress and our bodies were as close as possible. I glanced over at Harry once and his hands were balled into fists at his sides and his eyes were burning holes in Niall and me. I grinned at how infuriated he was getting and I grabbed Niall’s hand and led him off the dance floor. I had just passed the bar with Niall behind me when Harry grabbed Niall by his shirt.

“What do you think you are doing Niall?” he said, his voice deeper than I remember.

“Why do you care man? I am just having a good time with Y/n.” He looked confused and Harry shoved him up against a wall.

“Harry! Stop!” I yelled and he let Niall go.

“And what are you doing!?” he turned to me looking angrier than I have ever seen him.

“That is none of your business! As I recall, you stopped talking to me!” I spat and crossed my arms. He didn’t say anything after that. He just grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the exit. “Harry! What are y-” he cut me off.

“We are leaving. We need to talk.” He yelled over the music and I just followed him. We got out to his car and he opened the passenger door and I slid in.

“Harry, what is the matter with you?” I asked softly, trying not to anger him more.

“You. You’re what’s the matter with me. You seriously think I would be okay with you screwing around with Niall?” he growled the words lowly and I looked at him shocked.

“Seriously? You haven’t said a word to me in 6 months and you’re mad that I moved on? Holy shit Harry, grow up.” My voice was louder than before and his eyes stayed on the road and he gripped the steering wheel tighter.

“You have no idea how hard that was for me.” He whispered thinking I couldn’t hear him.

We pulled up to his apartment and i reluctantly followed him inside. I stood by the door, unwilling to go in any further, when he tuned to face me.

“You want to know why I didn’t talk to you?! I didn’t talk to you because I missed you too much, okay? Every time I hung up the phone, it got harder for me. I just couldn’t do it anymore!” His tough façade was fading and I could see his eyes start to tear up in the darkness.

“Harry, that hurt me. I thought you loved me, but when you stopped responding to my calls-” he cut me off by pushing me against the door and attaching his lips to mine. His kisses still took my breath away.

“I do love you.” He whispered against my lips and it made my stomach flutter. His hands came up from my waist to cup my face and mine moved to the button up he had on. I unlatched button after button until the shirt loosely hung over his shoulders. Harry pulled me off the door and lifted me up so my thighs wrapped around his waist. His shirt fell and landed somewhere in the foyer, and was soon forgotten. We reached the small hallway that lead to his bedroom and he set me down so he could open the door, but he never left my lips. He pulled me into the dark room and his hands moved to the zipper on the back of my dress. “Turn around baby.” He said softly and I did. He placed kisses on my shoulders as he slid the zipper down slowly. I moaned when his lips moved up to my neck sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin. I stepped out of my dress and kicked my heels off to the side. I was standing there in my strapless bra and black panties when Harry stepped back. “God, you’re even more beautiful than I remember.” He sighed moving to the button on his jeans.

“No.” I said almost too eagerly. “Let me.” I reached for his pants and placed a kiss on his lips, then his jaw line, then his neck, then his chest. I kissed all the way down his torso, and when I got to the waist band of his pants, I hooked my fingers in the belt loops and pulled them down his legs. He let out a groan when the material left his legs. I pushed him back towards the bed and sat him down on the edge. His hands reached for my waist and I straddled his lap.

“Y/n…” he whispered my name before reattaching our lips. I moved my hands to undo my bra and threw it across the room. Harry pulled away from me and his eyes wondered to my breasts. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and wrapped his hands around my back to keep me from falling. He kissed the valley between my breasts and moved over to lick and suck on my nipple. I let out a squeal and he chuckled against my skin. “This is all I thought about while I was away. You are all I thought about.” His voice was low and raspy and my eyes moved to his bright green ones. I grabbed his face and brought his mouth to mine. I kissed him so passionately that I forgot I was ever mad at him. I think I even forgot that he ever left me.

“Harry?” I mumbled between kisses.

“What baby?” he held me so tight, I thought he would never let me go.

“Take me Harry…” My hands rested on his bare chest and he lifted me up and flipped us so he could be on top.

“Do you want me, Y/n?” he said lowly and I just nodded furiously. “Use your words princess.” He chuckled and moved down to pull my underwear away from my body.

“God, yes Harry! I want you!” I yelled getting frustrated at how slow he was going.

“That’s my girl. Now, take off my boxers.” I never expected Harry to be dominating in bed, but it just made the ache between my thighs worse. He sat up so I could hook my fingers in the waistband of his boxers and push them off his hips. He wiggled them down his legs and laid back down over me. His hand moved down to my exposed center and slid one finger up and down collecting some of the juices. “God, I can’t wait to taste you.” He whispered placing kisses on my neck. I gasped when his lips left my body and his moved down toward my aching area. “Now, I want you to be loud. Can you do that for me gorgeous?” he asked already knowing the answer.

“Yes Harry.”  I trembled waiting for his touch and finally it came. His lips grazed over my hip bone and he sucked a dark mark there. I moaned and he laughed lowly.

“You’re gonna have to be louder than that Y/n.” he continued down until his lips were only centimeters from my core. I bucked my hips hoping he would get a move on, but he just pushed my hips back down on the bed. “Tsk tsk tsk. No m'am.” I groaned in aggravation, but froze as soon as I felt his mouth on me. He licked a long strip up my folds and I squealed when he reached my clit. His lips attached to it and started sucking furiously while still holding my hips in place.

“Shit! Harry!” I screamed and I could feel him smile into me. He continued torturing me until my legs started shaking. “Harry, I’m close!” I yelled out and he pulled away from my body. I gasped and looked at him in disbelief.

“Not yet babe.” He smiled kissing back up my body and killing me with every touch. His lips found mine again and he slipped his tongue in with no objection from me. I could taste myself on his lips which only added to my arousal. His fully erect member was teasing my thigh and I whimpered at the contact. “Do you want my cock baby?” His member rubbed up and down my folds and I jolted forward.

“Yes Harry! I want it!” I moaned and he brought his eyes back to mine.

“What do you want? Be specific.” His voice was low and seductive.

“I want your huge cock, Harry! I want it so bad baby!” I was truly desperate for him to be inside me. He just smirked at my words and kissed my lips again.

“You asked for it baby.” He chuckled and grabbed my hands, pinning them above my head. With his other hand, he lined himself up with my entrance and pushed in with no problem. “Such a good girl. So wet for me.” He grunted as he started thrusting deep into me. One of his hands grasped my hips tightly and started kissing my neck as I moaned under him.

“Oh God! Harry!” I whisper shouted into his ear and he slowed his movements so he could make eye contact with me.

“Do you like it when I fuck you?” he released my hands and held himself up on his forearms. My newly free hands flew to the hair on the nape of his neck and I nodded frantically. He delivered one specifically hard thrust as if to tell me to use my words. I groaned and looked up at him.

“Yes Haz, I love it when you fuck me like this.” I tried to say it as seductively as I could while he continued pushing into me. His hand traveled down my body to rub my clit while he resumed his deep thrusts.

“Cum for me beautiful.” He whispered in my ear and, as if on cue, my limbs started convulsing and I contracted around his member. I let out some embarrassingly pornographic moans and gripped his hair tightly as I came hard. He only thrusted a few more times before spilling his liquids in me. He held his position and kissed me all over before pulling out and laying to my side. He rustled a little and pulled the blanket up over me to cover my naked, exhausted body. I turned to my side and studied his features. His curls perfectly framed his face, his bright green eyes staring into mine, and a smile that could light up the darkest night. I realized I wasn’t looking at my best friend anymore. I was looking at the boy I was in love with.

“Harry?” I whispered and pushed a curl from his forehead.

“Yes, Y/n?” He mumbled avoiding my eyes.

“I love you.” I said softly placing a kiss on his lips. He looked up and he had that grin on his face. I scooted my body closer to his and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me up against his chest. His warmth and scent was familiar and it was like he never left. 

Was it okay? I am still taking requests if you guys want one like this!! 1D or 5SOS :) 

Our Infinity

Harry Styles One Shot

For previous Writing 

NOTE: All of this is completely fictional. The male lead is only being used for physical appearance.
Request: No

Word Count: 19k+

I teamed up with Hannah to write a story based on an another story we did a while back on here. She’s an amazing writer and I was so thrilled to get write this piece with her. I hope you enjoy x - Samantha 

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for: Simona, @purityhit

by: Savannah, @lifesbetterasamermaid

All Harry and Lane are now is just a bunch of sad songs.

word count: 11,997

warnings: none

main pairing: Harry/ofc

Stumbling out of the back hallway of a pub trying to get outside for a smoke was when Lane realized that maybe she shouldn’t have had that last whiskey sour. Her head felt a little bit hazy and her ankles wobbled slightly on the heels she had insisted on wearing. Cold air hit Lane’s warm skin, sending goosebumps all over her bare legs. Now even more desperate for something to warm her up she emptied her bag onto one of the tables out back, the contents spilling out until she found what she was looking for. Pulling a cigarette out of the pack she placed it between her lips before narrowing her eyes in confusion.

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A heart and a soul.

So, this was inspired by the beautiful song, 18

Hope you guys like it! xx


You were just about to write the first sentence of your English Essay, pencil pressed to the white paper sheet, mentally preparing yourself for the long three hours ahead, when the sound of a key turning a lock startled you, followed by the sound of boots padding hurriedly towards your small apartment room. A soft knock on your door. “It’s Harry.” A low raspy voice said.

He didn’t wait until you said he could come in, already opening the door and stumbling inside with Niall’s guitar in hand and a crumpled sheet of paper on the other. He’d borrowed Niall’s guitar a few times over the past months and you and Niall were the only ones who’s heard him play it. Harry wasn’t a pro yet, clumsily strumming the chords here and there, but he was getting there; he was a quick learner.

“There’s a song I want you to hear. I wrote it!” Harry smiled widely and sat crossed legged on your small bed. You were sitting on your desk chair, pencil still in hand. It took you a moment to pay attention to what he was saying. All you could notice was how comfortable he looked and sat on your bed. You’d been best friends for 2 years now, but it felt like a lifetime. You did everything together; watched movies, rode bikes together, ate the leftovers on each other’s apartments together. You always wondered how or why he chose you, out of all people, to be his friend. Sometimes you’d give in and look at what people said about you on twitter. And everyone kept asking how Harry could be friends with a fat, curvy girl. You wondered the same thing.

Long fingers snapped in front of your face.

“Wha- what?” you shook your head.

“I…wrote a song. I want to play it to you.” Harry whispered, his fingers gently tracing the guitar chords.

“Is it from the new album?”

“Yes. I mean, I hope so. It probably will be in it…Yes, I guess.”

“No!” you gasped.

Harry’s face fell, hands going slack on his sides. “What? Why?” his brows furrowed. 

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Lay With Me

Requested: yes

word count:625


I walked into Harry’s closet, looking around like a lost child at the shopping mall. This closet is the size of my bathroom and I think a bit more too. I held my hand out and walked, touching almost every item of clothing ‘till I felt this incredibly soft material. I looked at it and it was this deep blue sweater. I smiled as I took it down from its hanger. I held it close to me and took a deep breathe. Wow I guess it’s hard to conceal my inner fangirl huh?

I took off my own sweater and my leggings. I slid on Harry’s oversized sweater. I let the blue fabric embrace me in a warm hug.

“Babe! The food is here!” I jumped a bit at the sound of his deep voice coming from downstairs. I walked out of the closet, leaving my clothes on the floor. Stepping down the steps I could smell the chinese food from the stairs. Harry had his back toward me when I finally reached the last step. He turned and the smile on his face didn’t falter.

“In all honesty that looks a whole lot better on you then it ever did on me or on Liam, who by the way is the original owner.” I laughed at his comment. What a little thief.

“Thank you, sir. I will let you and Liam know I am keeping this.” He chuckled.

“Go on ahead, lovely.” I grabbed my phone and played some music. Fly Me To the Moon by Frank Sinatra. Its been my favorite song since forever. Harry stopped serving both of us food and started walking toward me. I raised an eyebrow at him, tilting my head. What the hell is he doing?? He held out his hand, waiting for mine.

“What are you doing?” I questioned.

“Don’t think about it.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me close to him. He started swaying side to side, at least attempting to dance to the music. I laughed and swayed with him.

“All I worship and adore!” We both sang along to Sinatra’s smooth and deep voice. I jumped on him, wrapping my legs around his torso and he spun me around. “Fill my heart with song, let me sing forevermore.” He sang staring at me as he let me gently fall to the ground. I smiled down at him.

The song soon coming to an end and so was our dancing. He laid me on the couch and then laid behind me. Wrapping both his arms tightly around me. Lifting the sweater just a bit. He started peppering kisses from the nape of my neck to the end of my shoulder. Between every kiss he’d whisper a soft I love you. I intertwined my fingers with his, turning my body so we’d be face to face. I put my leg between his and kissed his lips ever so gently. He ran his hand up my cheek and into my hair and then just started playing with it. He stared at me, looking at my every feature. All my flaws and all my beauty, if there was any. And I stared right back at him, my finger tracing his lips then his cheek and then his jaw.

“I love you.” I whispered to him. He smiled and looked into my eyes. Still with my hair in his hand.

“I love you too.” He kissed my forehead. I made a gesture to stand up but he tightened his grip on me.

“Noooo don’t.” He whined. I laughed at his childish ways. 

“C’mon we’ve been laying around and watching movies all day. The food is gonna get cold.” I responded.

“Then we’ll order more. Just lay with me.” I gave in.

Request: Harry was your bully

A/N: I didn’t even have to think about this one,I just started typing away! Thanks for the request,I got excited writing this one. It’s super short but I am so tempted to write more ha 😊
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“You don’t even remember me,do you?”
I wasn’t the slightest bit impressed when Harry had taken the seat next to me on the front row at the YSL show during Paris Fashion Week. I watched him squint his eyes slightly,racking his brain.
“Didn’t I meet you at the Golden Globes pre party back in January?”
He put a hand through his long curls,looking at me as if he had figured it out.
I groaned in annoyance which made him laugh.
“I’m usually good at this! You’re putting me under a lot of pressure though.”
I’d spent my teen years despising the man sat next to me yet I couldn’t help but melt when he licked his lips,a concentrated look on his face.
I rolled my eyes. I understood that I looked completely different now than I did in secondary school: I’d lost four stones and my wild curls now framed my face nicely. The only reason he recognised my name was because I was a TV presenter,and not because he’d spent five years making fun of my weight. I felt smug when he complimented my appearance,clearly trying to flirt.
A photographer for Vogue came over to get a couple of pictures of me and Harry sat on the front row,both of us smiling slightly down the lense.
“You do realise that now we’ve been photographed together,that means your my girlfriend?” He was trying to make me laugh but I wasn’t falling for it.
“I couldn’t think of anything worse.” When he realised I was being serious his face dropped.
“Woah,what did I ever do to you?”
I’d tried until this point to stay calm but when he said this I lost my cool.
“You told the whole school I ate a plant in biology because I loved food so much and constantly told me I had my own gravitational pull because I was so big. That’s what.”
Before I caught his reaction,the lights went down and music started to play,indicating the start of the fashion show.

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“Don’t let go.”

“I won’t,” Harry promises. It’s not the first time. He holds tight onto Zayn’s hand: so tight that Zayn can barely feel his own anymore.

Or maybe that’s just the nerves. He clamps his eyes shut and clenches his jaw. “You sure you won’t let go? No matter what?” The smell of sea salt tickles at his nose and makes him want to sneeze.

“I’ve got you, love,” Harry assures him in a soft voice. He rubs his thumb over the back of Zayn’s hand. “Just one step at a time. You can do this. I know you can.”

Zayn wriggles his toes and slowly prises his foot away from the safe, warm, dry sand and steps forward. The water touches his toes and he squawks and springs back. His eyes shoot open as he tries to catch his breath.

To his credit, Harry doesn’t laugh—although he looks as though he’d like to. The corner of his mouth twitches but he just looks at Zayn with a calm expression and rubs his thumb over his hand again. “That was a good first attempt,” he tells him seriously. “Now try again.”

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Imagine... you and your friend have front row tickets to the OTRA tour...

You and your friend  scream at the top of your lungs, watching the boys run around the stage and have fun.

“I want you to give the person next to you a huge hug!” Harry yells from on stage and everyone laughs, obeying his every move. He seems almost like a dictator. Then he yells, “Give the person next to you a kiss. Spread the love!”
Everyone continues to laugh and scream, but nobody seems comfortable to actually do it. He frowns at everyone and throws his hand up. “Please! WHY IS NOBODY KISSING ANYONE? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?”

You tilt your head and smile at your friend and she grins back at you. Spur of the moment, you lock lips and start to make out right in front of everyone in your section. You attract a few eyes, but for the most part nobody is paying any attention to you at first. She circles her hands around your waist and pulls you in close and you grab her ass, squeezing it lightly. You slip your tongue in her mouth and smile into the kiss. Suddenly, there’s lots of wolf whistles and cheering around you and you break the kiss and look up. You’re projected on the screen on the stage. You and your friend start cracking up and blushing as the camera man films you for a couple more seconds and you two bow into the camera and then the camera man focuses his camera back on stage.

“These two have got the memo!” Harry screams and everyone laughs and cheers. “Good job!” He chuckles into the mic, out of breath from running around stage so much.

A few minutes later, a security guard walks over to you and your friend and leans over the railing. “He wants you to come backstage after the concert,” he says sort of dully.

You and your friend look at each other and squeal with huge toothy grins on your faces and then you look up and Harry is staring at you and biting his bottom lip. When you make eye contact, he displays a hopeful smile and a questioning look. You smirk at him and nod and he grins back at you.
You and your friend turn back to the security guard and say, “sounds good to us” and then he walks back to where he was before.

The whole rest of the night, Harry stares at you guys until the concert is over and someone escorts you with them to the back stage area. The security guard taps the Harry Styles, whom you’ve been fantasizing about your whole life, on the shoulder and he turns around. As soon as he sees you, his eyes flicker up and down your body and then stares at your eyes.

“You two were the ones snogging, yeah?” he displays a sly smile and you look at each other.

“Yeah, that was us,” you respond.

“Why don’t we go somewhere more private? Sound alright?” he suggests.