Harry Styles was the clingy type of boyfriend. When
the nights came that you were finally able to share the same bed, Harry
would sleep with an arm draped over you. During the night, the heat
would make you want to pry his arm off of you, but every time, he would
wake up and put his arm over you once again. He’d never tell you the
reason why, but it was due to paranoia. Paranoid that one day you’ll be
tired of having to sneak around, of having your relationship hidden, of
not being able to show the world, how much you both loved each other. He
felt that if you were to leave him, you would do it in the middle of
night. He knew that even in your most selfish moment, you would think of
him and not be able to let him see you walk away. Therefore, he never
let you go.
One night, many thoughts roamed your head. Fans were beginning to
speculate about your relationship, and as much as you loved Harry, you
knew that when the date came to go public, you would not be able to
handle the new found attention. As you kept on thinking, the clock kept
on ticking, and Harrys’ hold kept getting stronger. The hold that once
made you feel at home, began to feel uncomfortable. Those arms weren’t
only yours, they belong to millions of fans as well. Fans who would not
welcome you. Whose words were capable of taking away those arms from
Suddenly feeling overwhelmed by those thoughts, you’d try to
release yourself from his hold, and Harry kept waking up, securing his
hand around you once again. It went on for about an hour, going from
every twenty minutes, to every ten, to every five. Neither of you were
getting the sleep you needed, and by four o’clock, you were fed up with
it. His hold was suffocating you, and one last time you’d try to pry his
hand off, and that time he did not put them back on you. You turned
around to face him, to study his features, knowing this would be the
last time you’d be able to see them up close. Moving with what was
probably the grace of a predator, you got out of bed, quickly and
quietly, trying to not wake Harry up, not knowing he was up with you.
Feeling the bed move, Harry woke up, thinking his worst nightmare
was actually happening. You were going to leave him. When he saw you
enter the restroom, he quickly sat up, not daring to move. You’d be able
to hear any sudden movements, seeing as it was early in the morning. He
kept trying to think of different ways to convince to stay. They ranged
from “First thing in the morning, i’m going to go up to the management,
and tell them we want to go public” to literally begging on his knees
“I’m sorry, angel! We’ll find a way, I promise.” He wasn’t sure exactly
what he was going to say, but he didn’t care. He was simply desperate to
get you to stay with him.
You were sitting on the bathroom floor, reading the letter you had
wrote months back, not believing that a day would come when you would
actually use it. You smiled as you read your letters vividly remembering
the events you wrote on it, when you heard sniffles coming from inside
your room. As quietly as you could, you got up from the bathroom floor,
and tried to quietly walk back, when suddenly, the lights came on.
There, in front of you, stood Harry, with puffy green eyes, the ones
that you had fallen in love with, and a red nose. His watery eyes met
yours, his mouth moved, but all you were able to make out was “please… I
love you… you’re the best thing to ever happen to me… I love you.”
Harry kept mumbling things after, but you were unable to make out half
of what he was saying.
Harry was a mess, he knew it. But seeing you calmly staring back at
him, made him become even more heartbroken, knowing that no matter what
he said, he would no longer be able to change his mind. Turning away to
wipe his tears, a black object in the closet caught his attention, your
suitcase. The suitcase he bought you when you went on your first ever
trip together. The suitcase that you brought when you moved in to his
house, the one that had become yours and his home. Harry could not
believe an object that once held some of the happiest memories of your
relationship, could now hold the saddest memory… the ending. He saw you
walk up to it, and he quickly tried to snatch the handle from your grip,
only to loose his footing, and ultimately fall down.
You saw Harry lying across the floor, and as much as you wanted to
help him up, you knew that whatever he told you next, would cause you to
stay. Knowing that staying here would only bring you harm, you grabbed
the handle, and started to walk out the door, when you heard Harry say,
“I love you, isn’t that enough?” Not being able to look Harry in the
eye, you shook your head, and left the room, leaving the note in the
bathroom, and ignoring his pleas for you to stay with him.
Harry cried for what felt like hours. And once he finally decided
to get up from the floor, he noticed he had slept with the watch that
you had given him on his last birthday. The watch had been gifted as a
joke, as Harry would say that time would stop when he was around you.
You had told him that with that watch he would be able to see how time
would keep ticking and it would show that no matter how much time would
pass, you would still be by his side. That watch had been the first
thing to come in contact with the floor, causing it to break and forever
read the same time, 4:18 a.m.
You left him at 4:18 a.m.
A/N: Hi guys! This is my first one shot, and hopefully the first of many! I originally submitted this story to another blog ( @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy ) and i decided to post it, and begin writing other fan fiction. Please let me know what y’all thought :)
Breakdown: Harry ditches the “womanizer” label when he falls for an ordinary girl, and reflects on their relationship as he drives home from a concert, but is bombarded by paparazzi.
Harry was once a hopeless romantic and firm believer in true love. Unfortunately, his rise to stardom stripped him from these beliefs and he lost all hope in ever finding someone to spend the remainder of his life with. Throughout the past few years, Harry has constantly been labeled as a “womanizer” by the media. Harry definitely agreed that his romantic partners changed frequently, but this was not due to being a womanizer. He finally realized that being a celebrity and having a serious relationship was an extremely challenging task, and to do so would require the right girl for him. Therefore, Harry acknowledged that while being an international artist, he would have to be content with short-term flings with women whom he knew would never be his life partner.
But that now seems like an entire lifetime ago for Harry. As Harry stares down at the beautiful woman sleeping beside him, he can’t stop himself from entering into a deep reflection. They have only been together for fourteen months, but Harry couldn’t bear the thought of not having her in his life.
Their paths crossed one brisk fall morning as Harry strolled the streets of Greater London. While trying to shield his identity, Harry toppled directly onto her, which caused her to plunge onto the rough ground. As a crowd took notice of the pop sensation, Harry bolted to take cover from the growing crowd. However, he did not flee without dragging her along with him so he could deliver a proper apology and ensure that she was not injured. But as the two waited for the crowd to disappear, they fell into a deep conversation which left Harry completely amazed in a way that he had never been before. As he stared into her twinkling eyes, he knew that she was not a girl that he could just walk away from.
Alright… there’s gonna be a part 5. But, let’s do this! Part four of the ‘Confessions’ series!! Hope you guys like this one as much as you’ve liked the others. Let me know! It’s a touch happier … or is iiiiit?
Harry groaned as he awoke, the sunlight poured down on him and he felt a layer of sweat on his forehead from the light as well the body pressed into his. When he lifted his head, finding that it rested on the back of his couch instead of his pillow, he had a moment of confusion before he remembered. You being curled up in his arms, still fast asleep against his chest, also helped jog his memory.
It took him a moment to realize what had woken him but he quickly realized it was his phone buzzing in his pocket. He knew there was no way to pull it out and answer it without waking you so he let it continue until finally it stopped. Harry sighed, taking in a deep breath as he rest his head on top of yours, his cheek resting against your soft and sweet smelling hair.
He was just starting to drift off back into his nap when his phone began going off again. Apparently whoever was calling him really needed to have a chat. He opened his eyes and sighed, wondering how he could possibly do this. He didn’t want to wake you but it seemed whoever was ringing him wasn’t going to give up. He shifted a bit to the side until eventually he was able to slide out from under you, helping you lay back gently onto the couch, thankfully still fast asleep.
He didn’t even care about the phone call in that moment as he stared down at your slumbering and peaceful face. All he had seen the last while was pain and heartache but now it was all gone, just for a little bit at least. He couldn’t help as he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, bringing a large and ringed hand up to brush a few hairs off of your face. The moment was then ruined by the phone once again going off. He knew he had no choice now but to take it.
When he left the living room, heading down the hall towards the kitchen, he pulled the phone out and felt his heart rate increase when he saw his mom’s name and face flashing across his screen. Why would she be calling him so many times? He hadn’t told her what was going on, he told his sister as he had gone to stay with her the night he had told you but she had sworn not to tell their mother.
“Mum?” He questioned, answering the phone finally, as he opens the back door in the kitchen and steps out onto the back porch. “Is everythin’ alrigh’?” He questions as he leans against the railing of the deck, running his fingers over the hard wood.
“You tell me, Harry.” Came her reply. No hello, no greeting, no asking how he was. Yeah, Harry knew in that moment that she had definitely found out.
“Did Gem tell you, then?” He mutters, hoping it was from his sister and not that the media had gotten wind of the situation. Even with both parties involved having signed an NDA, which he hated having to see your face as you had to agree not to talk about how he knocked up a girl, these things could still get out and he dreaded the moment that they did.
“She shouldn’ have had to, Harold, why haven’ you come to me abou’ all of this?” Harry sighed, hanging his head, unsure of how to answer. The truth was that he was afraid of his mothers disappointment. He felt he had made her so proud up until now and what a way to ruin that than with a situation like this. He had already broken the heart of one important girl in his life, he couldn’t handle doing it to another one just yet. “So it’s true then? You got a girl pregnant?”
“Yes, mum.” Harry mutters, running a hand through his hair before his fingers begin to play nervously with his bottom lip. “Well, I go soon to have a paternity tes’ done, bu’ as of now we are almos’ certain tha’ I am the fathe’,”
“And Y/N left you?” Harry hadn’t spoken to his sister since before he left for LA so of course she wouldn’t know that you had for some reason agreed to join him on this little adventure. “The one girl who could handle your lifestyle, put up with everything she’s had to, and you go and do this to her.” That was exactly what Harry hadn’t wanted said to him. He already knew all of this but to hear that disappointment, the disbelief, in his own mothers voice hurt almost as much as he imagined it would.
“She’s here in Los Angeles with me.” His mother was silent on the other end. “We broke up, yes, bu’ she knew…” He sighs. “I don’ deserve her to, bu’ she came to help me through this.” He hears his mothers answering sigh as she took this information in.
“Wha’ are you going to do, Harry?” Her voice was full of concern now. She had gotten out her reprimanding and now it was time to make sure her son was okay. No matter how upset with him she was, he was her son and she would support him through this.
“I don’ know, mum.” Harry had done so well at keeping the tears at bay but in that moment he broke again. The tears fell a few at a time down his stubble covered cheeks, his green eyes shining as he hung his head, resting it on his arm that was supporting his weight on the rail of the deck.
“Oh, Harry.” She sighed, picking up on the brokenness of her son on the other end of the phone.
“I can’ do this,” He turns and takes a few steps over to a deck chair, falling into it as he wipes at his wet cheeks and stares off across his green lawn before he closes his eyes, resting his head against he back of the chair. “Wha’ do I do, mum?” His voice was so quiet as he begged him mother to help him through this even though he knew that she couldn’t. No one could.
“We will take this one day at a time, love, okay?” She offers, her voice calm and reassuring. “I’ll fly out there as soon as I can.”
“No, mum, you don’t have to do tha’.” Though as soon as she had offered, Harry knew he needed her to. He needed that motherly hug, that parental guidance as he began to navigate his own way into potential parenthood.
“Too late, I’m lookin’ at flights now.” She argued and Harry knew it was a lost cause - not that he would fight hard for her not to come anyway. “You and Y/N need someone to help you through this.”
“Thank you.” Harry didn’t even have to say it as more than a whisper but Anne picked up on his gratitude fully anyway.
“How is she doing? Y/N?” As Harry thought back to you, fast asleep and peaceful inside, he had to bite at his lower lip to keep the tears from falling again but when he opened his mouth to speak nothing but a jumbled mess of words came out.
“She’s.. I.. i-i mean..” And then a small, quiet sob fell from his mouth and Anne sighed. “She’s never goin’ to forgive me, mum. I’ve lost her.” He squeezes the bridge of his nose between his fingers as he looks down at his feet, more tears leaking down his damp cheeks. He didn’t even try to wipe them away now. It would be pointless as his eyes were burning with fresh tears, surely not stopping any time soon.
“Harry, love, true love always finds a way.”
“Mum, this isn’t some romantic movie. This isn’t going to jus’ resolve itself and everyone is goin’ to be all happy in the end. I fucked up, cheated on the most importan’ person in my life, lied to her about i’ and only told her when I had to because I found ou’ I had gotten the girl I cheated with pregnant. Would you forgive Robin if he did tha’?” Anne was silent and Harry knew it was because she knew he was right. “No matter how much her and I love each other, this is i’. She won’ forgive me and I’m tryin’ to come to terms with tha’.” But with the tears still falling down his cheeks he knew he was no where near close, if he ever really would be.
Just then, Harry turns as the back door opens and out you step. You had woken moments before to find Harry gone but heard his voice outside and came to see where he had gone off to. You had heard what he’d just said and he watches you as you walk across the deck and comes to take a seat beside him.
“Your mum?” You ask, gesturing towards the phone. Harry gives a nod, simply watching you, trying to see if you were going to say anything more but you don’t so he looks away and sighs.
“I should probably go, bu’ le’ me know when you’ll be here and I’ll le’ you know about the paternity test.” He says to his mother who takes a deep breath on the other end of the line, still full of concern for her son but now that she had heard your voice on the other line knew he would talk no more about the situation.
“I will, Harry. I love you.” Harry couldn’t help but smile. Even so much as his mothers voice made him feel better, knowing that she still loved him after he fucked up like this helped a lot. He only wished he could hear those three words from the girl sitting beside him.
“Love you too, mum.”
“Give Y/N my love as well. Bye now, darling.” With that, his mother ends the call and Harry sighs as he puts the phone down on the seat behind him and looks over at you, finally wiping at his damp cheeks.
“Mum sends her love.” He mutters. You can’t help but smile, biting at your lower lip. “She’s comin’ out here. Gemma told her abou’ all of this and she said she wan’s to help up through this.”
“That is very sweet of her.” And not shocking at all. Anne had always been the best support system you and Harry had in your relationship. She would listen to you both, helped you through tough times and much to your benefit told Harry when he was being an idiot. “You hungry?” You eventually ask after it was silent between the two of you for a few moments.
“Always.” He answers, looking over at you as you smile a bit. He returns it, one corner of his mouth upturned in a genuine grin.
“Let’s go out to eat. Somewhere nice where we can just enjoy some good food, strong drinks and .. nice company.” You lean over, nudging him a bit with your shoulder.
“Sounds much bette’ than sittin’ here all nigh’ bein’ sad.” Harry responds and you agreed, which is why you had suggested it. There was only so much more silence you could take before it drove you more insane than you already felt.
“Hear anything about going to do the test?” You wonder later in the night after a nice meal at a restaurant the two of you had gone to many times on many dates in the past. It had exactly what you wanted, good food, good drinks and great privacy.
“He sen’ me an email while we were eatin’.” Harry responds, shrugging a bit as he drives back towards the house with you in the passenger seat beside him. “It’s tomorrow mornin’.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” You questioned but thinking about it, you knew why. The two of you had been having such a lovely evening. He didn’t want to ruin it by talking about anymore of this baby stuff. The two of you had shared jokes, laughs, and stories. Even 4 years together you could always find stories to tell one another and Harry was happy to see that they could still do that. Maybe there was hope after all.
“Didn’ wanna bring it up.” He answered, focusing on the road before him. “You don’ have to go with me. It is gonna jus’ be quick, he said.”
“Are you sure? I don’t mind.” You would prefer not to, of course, but you had come to support Harry so you would go if he needed you to.
“I’ll be alrigh’.” He smiles over at you and reaches over, resting his large hand on your leg for a second. When he goes to pull away, you grab for his fingers, tangling yours with his. You just needed to feel his skin on yours, those long fingers between yours, their warmth, the coolness of his rings. He looks over at you, a small crease between his brows but he gives you a smile, mimicking the one you were giving him.
“What do you they even do for this test? I mean.. what kind of test is it?” You had been wondering that ever since the lawyer had brought it up in the meeting earlier this morning. How did they go about testing if Harry’s DNA matched this baby’s when it was still in that woman’s stomach?
“He sent me a bi’ of information on it bu’ it seems like they jus’ take my blood and her’s. The baby’s DNA is in her blood now and so they can see test it if it matches mine.” He explains. “It’s all very scientific.” You give a small laugh but were stunned by this information. You had no idea paternity could be tested like that. It was a bit fascinating, actually.
“So you don’t want me to come hold your hand while they stick you with a needle.” You jokingly ask, pinching the back of his hand a bit. He laughs and shakes his head. He then has to release your hand as he needs two hands to pull into the driveway, pulling into the garage.
“I think I’ll manage just fine.” You give him a grin before sliding from the vehicle and the two of you head inside. “Oh, my mum jus’ sent me her fligh’ details.” He tells you as the two of you go to collapse on the couch and he pulls out his phone. “She ge’s here tomorrow nigh’.”
“Oh, good. It will be nice to have her here.” You sigh then, pulling your legs up to your chest and bite at your lip.
“You alrigh’?” Harry questions, tossing his phone down beside him and leans back against the couch, looking over at you. You look over at him, resting your cheek against your knees.
“I just feel tired, no matter how much I sleep. I feel like I just got done running a marathon. I could sleep for like a year.” Just to add on to your words, a yawn manages to escape your lips. Harry gives a small laugh, taking in how adorable you were. He resisted the urge to wrap his arms around you and cuddle you.
“You can go take another nap. Don’ le’ me stop you.” He gestures towards the hallway but you smile and shake your head, uncurling your legs and you let out a sigh. The room fell silent then, neither of you saying anything, just staring at the wall in front of you both.
Your heart pounded in your chest as you thought about how close he was to you, and for some reason in that moment you felt the urge to kiss him. You missed the feel of his lips on yours, the way his body surrounded you, the feel of his touch - gentle and warm. It had been so hard to be so close to him the last few days, no matter how mad at him, or how hurt and heartbroken you were, there had always been that draw towards the man beside you and it was back in full force in that moment.
“Hey, Harry?” You end up saying, not looking over at him, continuing to keep your eyes fixed on the wall but you see out of the corner of your eye as he looks over at you.
“Yes, love?” He questions, curious at what you were about to say. He was picking up slightly on your anxiousness and wondered what it all of a sudden could be about when things had been fine just a second beforehand. But you didn’t know what to say. You couldn’t get any words out though. So, you decide to shut off your brain from thinking logically, you instead just gave in to the feelings coursing through you and ignored the way your head was screaming at you.
You instead listened to your heart in that moment, the part of your heart that adored the man beside you, that was completely in love with him and leaned over quickly, not giving yourself enough time to back out and pressed your lips to his.
He gasps a bit against your lips but quickly kisses you back, his fingers coming up to tangle in your hair. You rest a hand on his cheek, the other on his chest as you lean into his chest. He turns towards you a bit more, bringing his other hand up to your waist, pulling you a bit closer. The feel of his lips on yours, the pressure they left on you, the buzzing in your chest, you felt alive for the first time in weeks and for once weren’t thinking about the entire situation. In that moment the baby didn’t matter, the cheating didn’t matter. You loved this man, you didn’t forgive him, but both of you were so emotionally unstable right now, you needed this.
You soon pull away from him, both of you breathing deeply. Harry was feeling this pang in his chest, butterflies in his stomach, even. He was feeling the best he had in so long, he missed your touch, your kiss, so badly and here they were again, back on his. He didn’t know what that meant but as he pulled you back in for another kiss, he just didn’t care. This could be your last kiss ever and he would be okay with how perfect it was. Nothing ever gave him that happiness, that soaring feeling, that sense of completeness like your kiss.
“I love you.” You pull back and whisper, looking into those green eyes of his that you loved so much. You just had to say it, even if it was just for one last time.
“I love you, too, sweetheart.” Harry gave you a small smile. He knew this most likely didn’t mean the two of you were okay again, he knew you were far from that, but he wasn’t going to complain about your sudden affection towards him. He would take this over crying and arguing any day. You give him one last smile before pulling back completely.
“I’m going to go take a bath and then probably get in bed, maybe read a little and call it an early night.” You tell him, pushing your fingers through your hair.
“Want some company?” Harry offers, completely joking though would of course do it if you were up for it but you laugh and smack playfully at his chest. “Goodnight, love.” He reaches over, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.
“Good luck tomorrow morning, don’t let them hurt you too much with that needle.” You say as you stand up, making your way across the room.
“I’ll try.” You both exchange grins before you leave the room. That night, later, as you lay awake all you kept thinking about was the feel of his lips on yours once more. And for the first time in weeks, none of all this mess mattered and you finally were able to fall asleep with a smile on your face.
You didn’t really know Harry. He had lived
two doors down from you for the last 8 months. He had introduced himself to you
when you had moved in and you frequently saw each other while entering and
exiting the apartment building but you didn’t really know much about him.
However with your frequent interactions, your daughter had become quite fond of
him, especially because he was so nice to her and gave her a funny face or a
big smile on the way past. She had even on occasion asked to visit him when she
was bored, but had never really acted on it. She was only three after all; she
didn’t really understand he was a stranger.
After a long stressful day of work, it had
been a lot more stressful then usual, (difficult clients were the worst) and
you had just picked up your daughter from day care. It was very late and you
were very tired, and looking after a three year old on top of all that was
hard, but you did it because she was the best thing that ever happened to you.
Her father wasn’t in the picture, so you shared your little apartment with her
and all her soft toys, and that was the way you liked it.
You got her situated in the living room
with a bowl of pasta and went into the bedroom to get changed into something
more comfortable, but instead decided to rest your head on the pillow for a
moment. Only a moment later you’d fallen asleep.
After a while your daughter got restless.
She hadn’t seen her mummy around for a while. She got up and checked the
kitchen, and again the living room but couldn’t find you. When she was eating
she was so used to you being in the room with her, that she couldn’t even think
of where else you could be.
She began to get scared and upset, and
didn’t have anyone to help her. That’s when she thought of Harry.
She stood up on her tippy toes, reaching
for the door handle, and walked down the hall to his front door, softly
At first Harry thought he was hearing
things. He had the TV on, but he was mostly looking at his phone, and the knock
had been so soft he could have missed it. However when he heard it again he got
up to investigate.
Opening the door he sees your daughter, at
first he smiles but then is a little confused because firstly you are not there
and secondly your front door in wide open.
“Hey sunshine,” says Harry. “What can I do
Your daughter looks up at him with wide
eyes. “I can’t find my mummy.”
Harry looks at the little girl confused.
“Why hunny? Where’d she go?”
You daughter starts to get a little more upset,
tears starting to form at the bottom of her eyes, “I dunno. She gone somewhere
Harry looked at your daughter
sympathetically. He didn’t know much about you but he could tell you were a
good mum. He was sure you wouldn’t have just left her alone in the apartment.
“Well how about we go and have a look
alright munchkin?” he asked. She just nodded in response.
He lifted her onto his hip and walked back
into your apartment, knocking on the open door first, but receiving no reply.
Harry looked around the living room. He
couldn’t see anything weird or strangely out of place.
“Where is mum usually hun? He asked your
daughter in a soft voice.
You daughter snuffled. “I dunno. She’s
always just with me.”
Harry chuckled under his breath. “Where’s
her bedroom. Did you check there?”
You daughter shook her head. “No. Id
fordot,” she mumbled into Harry’s shoulder, pointing in the direction of the
It was then that Harry saw your sleeping
form and chuckled under his breath again. You daughter squirmed and jumped out
of his arms.
“Mummy I found you!” she yelled waking you
up from your sleep.
You woke up with a shock, first from your
daughter’s loud voice, and then because of the man standing at the end of your
bed. It only took you a moment to realize who it was though.
“Harry? What are you doing here?” you asked
running your hand through you hair.
He laughed. “Your daughter couldn’t find
you so she came and asked for some help. That’s all. I’m glad you’re ok.”
You laughed and squeezed your daughter into
a hug. “You silly billy! I was right here!” you giggled.
She laughed. “Sorry mummy!” Now that she
had found you she was content and happy, going back to her dinner and movie in
the living room.
You looked back at Harry. “I’m so sorry
about that. She’s so silly sometimes.”
He laughed. “It’s alright. I’m glad she
trusts me enough that she can ask for help.”
You smiled. “Me too. But I hope it wasn’t
too much trouble. I mean she interrupted your night and…” before you could
finish he interrupted you.
“I honestly didn’t mind. She’s very cute.
Just like her mum.”
You smiled and blushed, a little taken for
“Anytime. But maybe next time she turns up
at my door, you can come to.”
“I am so sorry Justin, but I really can’t make it.” Y/N
spoke into her phone, trying to keep herself from laughing.
“But you promised.” Justin whined.
“I know I did and I am very sorry for cancelling the last
minute, but I will try to catch a next flight tomorrow or day after.”
Justin sighed, she pictured him frowning and messing his
quiet long hair. “All right, okay, fine. But try to come as soon as possible.”
“I promise I will. Love you. I wish you all the best
“Thanks babe, love you, bye.”
Y/N couldn’t wait to hung up so she could burst out of
laughter. “You know you’re a real bitch, right?” Alfredo asked joining Y/N.
Y/N shrugged her shoulders and laughed some more. “This way
is better. Paparazzi won’t expect me, neither will the fans. I can walk
“But don’t you feel bad, like, don’t know, he will be bummed
because you’re not there to support him?”
“I thought about it, yeah, trust me this way is better. He
will be happier to see me.”
Alfredo shrugged his shoulders “What do I know.”
Y/N took her phone and scrolled through instagram a little
bit. Just as she was scrolling through one fans Bieber page, she got a text
“Bout to go on stage,
really wish you were here.”
She decided not to respond, making it more convenient that
she was busy doing, god knows what.
Few minutes later, they landed in Miami. The car was already
waiting for Alfredo and Y/N. it was already 11.35 p.m. She was hoping that by
the time, they arrive to Fontainebleau, it won’t be past midnight.
She wanted to celebrate new year with him, but considering
the traffic, she might be late.
They arrived at 11.56 p.m. Y/N took her hills off and
sprinted as fast as she could. In the distance, she could hear Justin’s voice
getting louder and louder.
She bumped few people on the way, but thankfully, nobody
stopped her to ask who she is. Once she reached the back stage, she gave
herself a few seconds to catch a breath and put her hills back on.
That’s when she heard the countdown. “Eight, seven, six.”
She fixed her hair and rushed on stage. She was hopping she looks okay. “Happy
New Year.” Justin screamed into microphone.
He was about to say something when Y/N hugged him from
behind, whispering into his ear. “Happy new year, babe.”
Quicker than a lighting, Justin turned around, enormous
smile shining over his face. He placed his hands on her checks, pulling her
The crowd behind them was going wild. Seemed like everybody
had a great time.
“Happy new year.” He mumbled into kiss.
Once they separated from the kiss, he pulled her into a hug,
placing his lips right next to her left ear. “You’re gonna wish you didn’t pull
this little prank on me, baby girl. Just wait till we get to the dressing room.
If we even make it to there.”
He kissed her ear and moved away, facing her with the most
innocence smile. Y/N’s heart started pounding faster than ever, and she felt
heat spreading all over her body. She wasn’t sure if she will be able to wait
She bit her lip, she was speechless. She wanted him, now,
and not a moment later.
“Oh don’t give me those sex eyes, honey.” Justin said and
turned to face the crowd.
“Give it up from my incredibly hot girlfriend everybody.”
Y/N smiled and waved at the crowd.
She turned around and walked backstage, finding a good
position to watch the rest of Justin’s performance.
He looked so good while he performed, and also very happy.
Her eyes observed every single one of his moves. Soon she got distracted with
the thoughts of Justin’s hot and wet mouth, tracing all the way from he
swallowed lips to her clit.
She pushed her thighs together ease the urge she felt, just
a little bit.
She was so distracted with her own dirty thoughts, that she
didn’t even notice Justin’s performance being over, and him now walking towards
Once he was standing right in front of her, she lifted her
head and bit her lip. He placed his finger under her chin and pushed her up.
His eyes focused on her lips, but he didn’t make a move.
When she tried to make one, he simply backed away, meeting
her gaze with a smirk playing over his lips.
“You see, you’ve been a very, very bad girl today. Teasing
me with “I can’t make it” and your little outfit.” Justin got closer to Y/N,
lowering his voice so only she could hear him.
“I know you want my tongue around your little tight pussy,
my fingers playing with your hard nipples, my dick in your mouth. I know you
want all of that baby girl, but daddy, you see, he wants to teach his little
girl a lesson, yeah. Which is, never tease daddy.” Justin licked his lips, once
again letting a smirk play over his lips.
Y/N sighed loudly, at that point she just wanted to push him
onto the nearest wall and fuck the shit out of him, but that wasn’t possible,
considering people in the room and his strength.
She simply nodded, focusing her eyes on the wall behind him
with a picture that was supposed to be artwork, but all she saw was one stick
and a circle. She really didn’t understand why people called that art.
“Now baby girl, I have to shower, but then we will hit the
party.” Justin took her hand and the walked the same way she ran not twenty
As soon as they walked out of the door, she had to put her
hand over her eyes, otherwise she would fall from all those flashlights.
Somehow they managed to get to the car without separating
and they soon took off. Justin sat as close to Y/N as he physically could,
placing his right hand on her thigh, slowly running tips of his fingers over
her inner thigh.
The tension was way too much to handle, so she placed her
hand on his leg moving it to his dick. She hoped he would change his mind and
they would stay in his hotel room.
Justin suddenly grabbed Y/N’s hand, as it was just inches
away from his dick and placed it on her leg. To punish her, he moved his hand
away and moved in his seat so they weren’t touching anymore.
At that point, Y/N wanted to scream out in frustration, in
the corner of her eye she could see Justin smirking before speaking.
“So how did you like my performance?” he turned his head to
look at her.
She was pissed and not really in the mood to talk, she only
shrugged her shoulders and simply added. “It was okay.” Turning her head
towards the window.
By his voice, she could tell he wasn’t pleased with the
answer. “It was okay?” He asked under the breath. “That’s all?” she didn’t
If he could tease her, she could give him a silent
“So that’s how’s
going to be, huh darling? All right, I’ll take it.”
From that moment on, neither of them spoke a word to each
other. Even though they arrived to the hotel in less than three minutes, to Y/N
it seemed like it was half an hour.
She quickly opened her door, which usually Justin does for
her, but she wanted to piss him off as much as she could. Two can play this
She heard him mumble something under the breath but she
didn’t bother to wait for him. She quickly walked towards the elevator, waiting
for it to open.
Justin immediately caught up with her, placing his hand on
her lower back, but just for brief five seconds. The door opened and they
walked in, each standing on their side of the elevator.
They quickly walked out, reaching the room number 265.
Justin unlocked it and she followed him in. she threw herself onto the bed and
closed her eyes.
She could feel Justin’s look all over her body and when she
hoped that he would change his mind, he walked into the bathroom.
She groaned and took her phone out. She opened snapchat and
tried out which new idiotic filters where there. After she posted few selfies,
she saw she had a missed call from her mother, so she rang her.
“Happy new year, honey.” Her mother yelled into phone. Y/N
could tell she was a bit tipsy.
“Happy new year, mom. Having fun in LA?”
“Oh it’s great here. There’s a lot of young hot boys here.”
Y/N could hear her father in the distance yelling something at her. “Whatever
Y/F/N” She simply yelled.
At that point Justin walked out of bathroom, his hair messy
and a towel wrapped around his waist. Y/N sat up and ran her eyes all over his
body, scanning him, from his head to his tiptoes.
“So are you two having fun?” Y/M/N voice shook her from her
daydream. “Mhm” Y/N mumbled into the phone.
“We’re just about to head to the party.”
“Well tell Justin hi and have a good time. P.S. it’s time
for me to become grandma.”
“Y/M/N” Y/n’s father yelled and Y/N just chuckled.
“All right mom, have fun. Love you.”
Y/N hung up and look in Justin’s direction. He was now fully
dressed, wearing a hat, black shirt, same colour jacket and white shorts.
“Ready?” he simply asked.
“Mom said hi.” He nod and started walking out.
He let Y/N go first and placed his hand on her lower back.
This time the ride down wasn’t so unpleasant and soon they were at the party.
They separated very quickly, Y/N headed to the bar, ordering
herself a strong Martini, while Justin went somewhere, only god know where.
“What is a girl like you doing alone on New Year?” a deep
voice asked Y/n and she slowly rotated herself to face a very good looking guy.
He was tall, bit taller than Justin, black hair with bluest
eyes Y/N has ever seen. She shyly smiled at him.
“Well I lost my boyfriend somewhere.” Y/N simply answered,
hoping that will send him away.
But he didn’t seem to recognise what she said, rather he
showed at the chair next to her, and she just nodded. A little company won’t
hurt, she was getting bored anyway.
“I am Tony”
“Y/N. Nice to meet ya.”
“Oh trust me pleasure is all mine.” She smiled at his
flirtatious comment and carried on. They talked for solid fifteen minutes, he
made he laugh so much, her stomach actually started to hurt.
She felt familiar hand on her back. “Hi I am Justin. The
boyfriend.” Justin offered his hand to Tony. His face was cold as ice, and Y/n
knew he was beyond pissed and jealous.
“So you’re the one that leave this fine lady, all alone.
Damn bro, you should keep a close eye on that masterpiece.” Tony said shaking
Y/n felt Justin’s grip getting tighter after Tony’s comment.
She could tell his ego was hurt, and she was hoping he would just bit his
tongue and let go. But she knew Justin.
“You might wanna watch your mouth, this is my girlfriend
you’re talking to.”
“Hey man, I’ve said nothing bad about your girlfriend.” Tony
lifted his hands up, clearly showing he wants no trouble.
“Tony it was nice meeting you, but I think you should leave
now. Thanks for the company, I appreciate it.” Y/N said.
Tony nodded and smiled, then walked away. Y/N exactly knew
what was following, and honestly she wasn’t in the mood for it.
“So I let you off for five minutes and you already find a
She turned her head to face him, with the most annoyed
facial expression she could make. “Don’t you even dare to start anything. He
was at least making me company, unlike someone here.”
“So you wanna fuck him?” Justin asked arrogantly.
“Fuck off Justin, go back to those bitches that you were
with all this time. You ain’t gonna ruin this night for me.” Y/N said and walked
“Where you going?” Justin asked walking behind her.
“Somewhere where no one is going to bother me.”
“Y/N where the fuck are you going? Answer me.” Justin raised
his voice. She turned on her tiptoes, lifting her hand to slap him, but she
stopped herself just in time.
“Go on, slap me. Go on, do it.” he provoked her, stepping
closer to her. Y/N rolled her eyes, groaned and started walking towards his
“So you’re just gonna walk away?”
“What do you want Justin? There is no more that needs to be
said or discussed.”
“Oh yes there is.”
She picked her pace and walked even faster. Soon she was in
front of his room door, waiting for him to unlock them, but he didn’t seem to
“And what would we need to discuss anymore?”
“You giving that guy sex eyes.” Y/N couldn’t believe her ears.
All night he keeps teasing her, she is about to explode and now he gives her
his jealous attitude.
It was kinda sexy, but all she wanted was to cum, not fight.
So she pulled him closer, grabbing his jacked and connecting their lips.
He pushed her against the doors, one hand placing on her
side, while unlocking the door with other. He pushed her inside, closing the
door with his leg.
He moved away from kiss and took his jacket off. Y/N placed
her hand around the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. He observed her while
her hands traced up and how his chest.
He moved his hands on her back, unzipping her dress, letting
it hit the floor and revealing her naked body. “You are so beautiful.” Y/N felt her cheeks burning up.
Justin pushed Y/N onto bed and climbed over here. He
connected their lips once again, while placing his hand over her clit, making
little circles around it.
Y/N moaned into the kiss. “So wet.” Justin mumbled into
kiss, pushing his tree finger into her. She groaned from sudden pleasure.
Justin moved his lips to her hard nipples, nibbling on each.
She pushed her head deeper into the pillow, digging her nails into silky
He stick his tongue out and slowly traced it all the way to
her pussy. He placed few kisses around her entrance, before connecting his lips
with her clit.
Y/N screamed out in pleasure, shutting her eyes and enjoying
the moment. She pushed her hips higher, but he placed his strong hand on her
sides and held her down.
He hummed into her entrance, which only send shiver all over
Suddenly he got up and she whined at the feeling of
emptiness. He took his shorts off, exposing his grown length.
He took his dick in his hand and simply demanded. “Suck.”
Y/N got up and quickly took his dick into her mouth, never
leaving his gaze. His mouth fell open, little ‘fuck’ leaving his lips.
She sucked slowly,
swirling her tongue around the tip, but Justin grabbed her hair and moved her
head faster and rougher.
She knew he was close, so he pulled her away, pulling her up
for a rough kiss.
Y/N pushed Justin onto bed, she placed her legs on each side
and took his dick into her hands and placed it in front of her entrance. She slowly
pushed herself down, adjusting his length inside her.
She placed her hands onto his chest and started moving her
hips in a circle. He griped her sides, groaning.
“Keep doing that, baby girl.”
Y/N slowly started to bounce her hips up and down, eventually
picking up the pace. Their moans were getting lost in hot, steamy air that
their bodies produced.
Justin’s eyes focused on her bouncing boobs, moving his
hands to cup them, giving them a good squeeze. Y/N moaned loudly.
“You are so fucking hot, you know that, right?”
Justin got up, placing his hands on her back, taking her
breast in her mouth, nibbling on her sensitive nipples. Sucking around her
nipples, making sure to leave deep, purple marks, only visible to him.
Y/N felt her stomach clenching, her thighs started shaking. She
was so close.
“Mhm, s-so cl-o-o-se. Please le-t me c-u-um.” Y/N said quietly,
in between thrusts.
“Oh you wanna cum, baby girl? I don’t think so.” Justin picked
her up and turned around, hovering her. He pulled his dick out, only to slam
into her with his full rage.
Y/N screamed his name, almost cumming, but somehow managing
to hold it back. With each thrust it became harder and harder for her to hold
back. Because with every thrust he managed to hit her g-spot.
“Please, Justin” Y/N cried out.
“What? What do you want?” Justin demanded.
“Please let me cum.”
“I don’t know Y/N, only good girls get to cum, but you were
a very, very bad girl today.”
Y/N moaned loudly, she knew that if she won’t cum in next thirty
seconds, she will explode.
“But I think you have learned your lesson. Cum baby girl,
Her orgasm hit the climax, Y/N’s eyes rolled, her back
arched, and she digged her nails into his muscles. She screamed his name as
loud as she could, feeling like her lounges will leave her body.
“Fuck, you’re so hot when you come.”
He rid of her orgasm as his was close, his thrust became
sloppier, harder and deeper. He groaned her name loudly, emptying himself into
Justin collapsed next to Y/N, both trying to calm down their
Breakdown: Harry forgets Y/N birthday and makes it up to her.
For as long as she can remember, her favourite day of the year was always her birthday. This was not because she enjoyed being the center of attention, and not even because she loved receiving gifts, but the love for her birthday was due to her love of being surrounded by the most important people in her life. For her, there was truly nothing better than having each special person gathered together.
But now, the magic she once felt for her birthday has vanished. With her body curled into a ball on the leather couch, she stares at the clock hanging on the living room wall. As the clock strikes midnight, a tear streams down her face and gently lands upon the pillow that cradles her head – the pillow that is already damp from her abundance of tears.
Tonight could have been an incredible night. Actually, tonight could have been the perfect night. All of her loved ones spent the day pretending as if they had forgotten all about her birthday. Even when Harry woke up this morning, he did not give her a kiss or wish her a happy birthday. Instead, he promptly rushed out the door for another day at the recording studio. Later in the evening, her best friend called and asked for her to come over, for she had clothes that belonged to her and wanted to return them.
However, once she arrived, her best friend’s house was crowded with all of her favourite people. Even her parents had flown into the city to make a grand surprise for her birthday party. It was absolutely perfect…well, almost.
Her favourite person in the entire world was not there. When she asked where he was, her best friend stated that he was well aware of the event, for they had informed him about it about a week prior. She waited all night for his appearance, assuming that he would make a grand debut and surprise her in the most romantic way, for that’s truly the type of guy that he was. Nonetheless, the night dragged on and her stunning boyfriend did not arrive. Relentlessly, she eventually had to forfeit any hope of him appearing, and decided to return home. She expected to find him there, but of course, he hadn’t come home yet. Therefore, she changed into her Pyjamas, curled onto the living room couch, and wept at the thought of him forgetting her own birthday.
It wasn’t that she wanted to be celebrated or given attention, but it made her question whether he even truly appreciated her? For his birthday a few months ago, she had spent weeks planning an entire day of exciting birthday festivities. She spent hundreds of dollars and committed her own blood, sweat, and tears to ensuring that it was the most perfect day for him. But he couldn’t even remember that it was her birthday?
And now it’s over.
As the night continued on, her eyes grew weary. Eventually, she fell into a deep sleep, only to be woken at around two in the morning by the sound of the front door swinging open. She abruptly pulled herself into a sitting position and leaned forward, peering into the front porch of their cozy apartment. Of course, it was her boyfriend of two years, Harry Styles.
She watched as Harry pulled off his expensive jacket, revealing his chiseled arms, which were covered in his famous tattoos. He hung his jacket in the closet and pushed his hand through his curly hair, removing it from shielding his eyes. Harry made his way from the porch and into the living room, halting when he spotted her sitting on the couch.
“Oh, hey love,” he greeted with a small smile. “Sorry I’m home late. We all decided to visit the bar after finishing at the recording studio.”
She didn’t respond. She just stared at him, wondering if it was even worth bringing up anymore. He clearly did not care, and at this point, she couldn’t find the effort to care either. But as he continued to stare at her and wait for a response, he noticed her swollen eyes that were surrounded with black mascara, her red cheeks, and her trembling hands. An expression of confusion fell on his face, and just as he was about to inquire, his eyes fells upon a small box resting on the coffee table before her. The box was covered in gift paper, and on the front was a tiny greeting.
Harry’s entire body froze, for he was realizing what was going on, but hoping that he was wrong. He grabbed onto the small present and lifted it towards him, reading the small greeting on the top of the present. The card read, “Happy birthday to our darling daughter. This present is for both you and Harry to enjoy.” And Harry realized that indeed, he was right – he had forgotten his girlfriend’s birthday.
Harry dropped the present to the ground. As he accepted the truth, he placed both hands on the top of his head and closed his eyes, shaking his head in disappointment. With his body frozen in the same position, he opened his eyes and asked, “The surprise party?”
She gently nodded her head. “It was fun,” she said, quietly.
“Your parents?” he asked.
“They were there,” she confirmed. “They were only here for tonight.”
Harry buried his face into his hands before letting out a loud, “Damnit!” He quickly moved towards the couch and sat himself down beside her. He reached forward and cupped her jaw with his hands, pulling her face towards his.
“Y/N, I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am,” he says in a quiet voice.
“It’s okay, Harry,” she says, forcing a tiny smile on her face. “You’ve been really busy and finally had a night to enjoy yourself tonight.”
Harry’s eyes widen in surprise, for he can’t believe that she is trying to justify what he’s done. He shakes his head, adamantly. “No, Y/N. It’s not okay at all. I can see that you’re hurt and you have every reason to be.”
She shrugs her shoulders and attempts to give the impression that she was fine, but the tiny tears forming in her eyes are stronger than her, and they end up spilling down her cheeks. Harry wraps his arms around her and tugs her towards him, pulling her into his warm embrace. He leans down and kisses the top of her head.
“I love you so much, Y/N. You mean everything to me and I truly do not deserve you and your good heart.” Harry kisses her head again. “I’m going to make it up to you. I promise.”
The next morning, she woke up to the feeling of Harry’s bear chest pressed against her back, and his loving arms wrapped around her body. The first thing she noticed was her cellphone, which had hundreds of notifications. When entering onto instagram, she noticed that Harry had tagged her in a post. Harry did not use social media as much anymore, and he hardly ever posted about her and their relationship, but this time, he did. On his instagram, he had uploaded a photo of her sleeping and underneath was the simple caption, “Happy birthday to my everything xx.”
The next thing her eyes fell upon was a small box on table beside the bed. She reached for it and quickly unwrapped the paper. Inside was the most beautiful little necklace she had ever seen. It was a thin gold chain with a tiny heart pendant attached to it. Inside the box was a small note that said, “I bought this several weeks ago in preparation for your birthday. You have my heart, Y/N.”
The rest of the day continued just as magically. Harry promised to make it up to her and he certainly did. He promised to take her for lunch, but she was completely dumbfounded to discover that her parents too were at the restaurant, for Harry had flown them back to London. Once completing dinner and returning back to their shared apartment, she was startled by yet a second surprise party – one in which all her close friends and family members were attending.
And then to conclude the most perfect day, she and Harry spent the night doing her absolute favourite thing. While she was in her bedroom preparing for bed, she heard Harry’s deep British voice call for her. Once chasing his voice into the bathroom, she found a naked Harry, sitting in a bubble bath and holding a bottle of wine. Without hesitation, she stripped down to her naked state and hopped into the bathtub. With her back leaned against his chest and his legs wrapped around the sides of her body, Harry leaned forward and pressed his lips against her cheek. He then wrapped his arm around and handed her a glass of wine.
And then ever so gently, Harry whispered, “Happy birthday, love.”
In which Harry adds a surprise guest into the equation (Zayn).
Well,,,,,,,,, the Harry imagine just about killed me, so truly from the bottom of my heart thanks for that. Hahah, can you do one with Harry AND Zayn? A threesome where the reader has a daddy kink?
Author’s note: I actually hate this. Be gentle!
“Hey, babe,” you greet as you stumble through the doorway. Your feet have been aching in a new pair of heels. Undoing the buckles quickly and whipping the shoes into a corner, you glance up into the depths of a dark hotel room, eyes straining to adjust.
The curtains are drawn over the window, only a crack of L.A. streetlight seeping into the center of the room. You can faintly make out Harry’s silhouette on the edge of the mattress.
You take a firm step forward before another two wobbly ones back. There’s a second form on the bed, seated right beside Harry. Your fingers fumble along the wall for the light switch.
“Zayn?” You’re surprised as dim light filters through the space from a far lamp. Both of the boys squint, eyebrows drawn low on their foreheads.
“’S right.” Zayn smiles, flashing his teeth for a brief moment. “Hi, Y/N.”
Seems my depression is good for something. Kept me up at 3am and decided to write this. Channeled a bit of my depression into it so it’s a bit .. depressing to start but… enjoy.
You could feel it. You could feel that darkness circling you. You tried so hard to push it off, to keep it at bay before it consumed you like it always had in the past. You had no reason to be feeling like this. Work was going well, your relationship was great, you were at a good point in your life and yet you woke up everyday questioning everything. You would go about your day in a haze, trying to put on a smile when your co-workers made jokes but as soon as they would turn away your smile would drop because not even for a second was it real. You would then lay awake every night, questioning everything again.
You hated yourself for feeling like this, which just made it worse. You couldn’t tell Harry how you were feeling as you didn’t want him to think it had any reason to be because of him. It wasn’t at all, sure you missed him when he was away for long periods of time but he still gave you a good life and made you incredibly happy. Sometimes depression just doesn’t care how good you have it in life though.
You were currently laying awake, sprawled out across yours and Harry’s large bed, trying to find some comfortable position so you could finally fall asleep and ease your mind but it never came. You wished Harry was here beside you, to hold you, sing to you even, until you fell asleep. He was away in the States though for the last few weeks doing shows and wouldn’t be back for awhile. You had done your best to keep the sadness from your voice and face as you facetimed before you got ready for bed and he went on stage and as far as you knew he hadn’t caught on that your depression had returned.
It was just as the tears began to leak from your eyes and you knew sleep was nowhere near coming that you heard it. You sat up quickly when you heard the footsteps in the hall. No one should be in your house as there was no way to get in. There was a gate out front and a security system. The person would have to know the code for both of those to have gotten in without alarming you and the police.
“Love?” You hear a soft whisper come from the hall before the bedroom door opens. Silhouetted there by the light from the hall was your curly haired boyfriend.
a/n : I hope you guys really like this story. I worked really hard and this story means a lot to me. So if anything I would really like some feedback and what you guys think of it. Thank you
Today wasn’t the best day of work, sitting at a desk all day and answering phone calls from very impatient rude people isn’t fun. When I drive out of the parking lot and onto the road my mind starts to check off the list of things I have to do when I get home. Cook dinner, feed the cat and do the laundry. Right before I get on the freeway I decide to stop by the little strip mall that is right across the street. I turn and pull in and park right in front of 7-Eleven, I decide to grab myself a treat just to maybe calm my nerves a bit for the rest of the day. I walk out and jog up to the front door, I yank the door open and stride right up to the freezer. I looked at all the types of ice cream bars they had, Snickers, Twix and Hershey. I decide to get a Snickers bar and pull it out of its case. I walk through the aisles searching for anything else that may grab my attention. I decide to not get much more and head up to the front counter to pay for everything. The cashier rings everything up and I hand him the money, he hands me my bag and say thank you. I reach for the door and walk out to the sidewalk, i start to walk to my car when I look to my left and notice a wonderful smell coming towards me. I decide to have a look and to see where it is coming from. When I start to walk and notice that it is coming from this one store that is called lush, never heard of it before. I walk in and decide to have a look around to see what they have.