But Just Friends Don’t Look At Each Other Like That
Pairing: BFF!Harry Styles x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 7.4k
Summary: As talks of quarantine begin to be put into action, your best friend Harry asks if you’d like to spend your time indoors together under his roof to lessen the blow of no longer being able to freely roam about the streets of LA for the time being. Let’s just say..the boredom starts to get to the both of you.
Rating: M: Mature. SMUT! with some sweet, sweet, tooth rotting fluff paired along with it.
…in which Harry and Y/N watch porn, but he won’t touch her.
Warning: smut (duh!)
AU: older!harry, actor!harry.
“You can’t go a day without my pussy,” she had said to him after they’d had sex on the kitchen counter. She’d only come in here to get some juice while he was making coffee, and look how she’d ended up, with her panties on the floor, her skirt hiked up to her waist, her chest bare, and his cum slick on her inner thighs.
She didn’t even remember how it’d started.
He stood between her legs, a hand on the countertop on either side of her. A smirk peaked at the corner of his lips as he considered her with squinted eyes. “Is that a challenge?” he asked.
“It’s a fact,” she returned.
She expected him to tease back like he always would, but he only breathed out a soft laugh and pecked her on the cheek. “Get dressed,” he said. “The housekeeper might walk in.”
Summary: Harry is leaving for tour and asks you for a special parting gift.
The noise of the TV and the occasional movement from the two of you is the only thing that can be heard throughout the house. You and Harry are comfortably cuddled up together on the couch, you’re sitting between his legs with your back pressed against his front, mindlessly gazing at the TV as the movie of your choice plays.
The discussion hasn’t fully been brought up yet, but both of you know it’s coming. Harry’s leaving for tour in the coming weeks and you’re not able to join him due to high demand at your workplace. Harry knows this and you’ve discussed it, but you haven’t discussed what is going to happen in the sexual realm of your relationship.
“Y’wanna head off to bed after this?” Harry mumbles into your neck, squeezing his arms around your waist for a moment to catch your full attention.
You hum in response, leaning your head to the side slightly to give him more access to the skin of your neck. He presses a few more lazy kisses to your skin before relaxing back against the couch.
involves: boxer!harry, language, unprotected sex, praise, oral (f and m receiving), some violence and blood, wall sex, dirty talk, choking, mirror sex
summary: months after harry broke up with you, you were determined to never see him again. but when you receive a text out of nowhere, inviting you to his next underground boxing match, you find that you might’ve not been as over him as you would have wished.
description:where Y/N, Harry, and three-year-old, Gracie, have built the perfect life together. That is, of course, until an unknown woman accuses Harry of being the father of her unborn baby and threatens to release it to the media. Can Y/N and Harry remain strong through the ups-and-downs of fame and the rumors that come with it?
word Count: 4.5k ish
author’s Note:while this piece focuses on allegations of infidelity, there is no actual cheating that occurs and more so focuses on how the couple deals with the accusations of such. also, this piece is based (once again) on a story line in one tree hill and therefore, I do not take credit for this idea. I wrote this quickly last night, so may not be in the best shape, but oh well. here we are. xoxo love lee.
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Sitting in her favourite rocking chair that overlooks the back garden from the balcony, a content smile sits firmly upon Y/N’s mouth. Her eyes remain fixated upon her three-year-old daughter, Gracie, who assists her aunt Gemma in watering the blossoming purple flowers. Gracie’s loose curls bounce against her shoulders as she prances through the yard, and her white dress is painted with dark grass stains.
Y/N can hear the sliding glass from the opening of the balcony door, which is then followed by the sound of gentle footsteps approaching her. Y/N feels the presence of someone standing behind her chair, but before she has time to identify the individual, a pair of large hands drape over her shoulders. Her eyes trail along the man’s arms, starting with the black tattoos on his upper arms and descending to admire the large rings that wrap around his fingers, leaving a chill against her bare skin. His arms cross over one another to wrap around her chest, his hands loosely gripping onto her upper arms. She inhales the familiar scent from a strong cologne, and she feels the scruff of his light facial hair scratch against her cheek. He turns his head to press his soft lips against her temple, and Y/N closes her eyes at the warmth of his kiss burning against her skin.
“Hi baby,” Harry greets.
Y/N’s smile grows wider at the sound of his deep voice. She dips her head towards his hand, leaving her own kiss against his skin. “Good morning, love.” Harry’s fingers draw circles upon her arm, causing the hairs on her body to stand upright. “How was the studio?”
“Was really good,” Harry answers. “We’re making a lot of progress.”
“I’m glad,” she tells him. “Hope there’s a few songs about me.”
Harry smirks. “The whole damn album is about you.”
Their conversation is cut short by the sound of Gracie’s loud cackle. Both Y/N and Harry direct their attention to their daughter, discovering her to be sitting on the ground and laughing at her aunt Gemma, who has slipped on the damp grass and spilled the watering can over herself. Gemma curses beneath her breath, ensuring that Gracie does not hear her profanity. Gracie pulls herself onto her feet and stumbles towards the watering can, sticking her hand inside of it in an attempt to pull out the remaining water.
Harry chuckles softly. “Gracie, my darling, you can’t grab onto water.”
Hearing her father call out to her, Gracie follows his voice and peers up at her parents. She smiles at the sight of them, lifting her hand to wave towards her mummy and daddy. “But the flowers are thirsty, Daddy!”
Another laugh falls from Harry. An amused smile grows across his face, humoured with his daughter’s innocence. “We really made that, huh?”
“She is pretty adorable.”
Harry tightens his arms around Y/N. “Just like her mother,” Harry adds. “Just hope she doesn’t turn out to be stubborn like her mother too.”
For the remainder of the afternoon, Y/N stays in the large kitchen, preparing dinner for her family. Every so often, she’ll peek out of the large window above the stove, watching Gracie and Gemma play together under the hot sun. Down the hallway, she can hear Harry in his home studio, repeatedly playing the same tune on the guitar in an effort to perfect it. Eventually, however, the music stops and is instead replaced with the sound of Harry’s stern voice speaking with someone over the telephone.
And after what seems like hours, Harry exits from his studio and quietly walks into the kitchen. He stands to the side of the granite kitchen island, placing his hand on the corner of it to steady himself. Y/N turns away from the stove and reaches to open the fridge, but pauses when she notices the expression across Harry’s face. His body has fallen stiff and his eyebrows are deeply furrowed. His lips are pressed firmly together, and his eyes are locked upon her. He opens his mouth to speak, but he struggles to find the words.
Y/N raises her eyebrows. “Harry?”
“There’s something we need to talk about.” Harry croaks, his voice quiet yet hoarse.
Y/N feels her heart sink into her stomach, knowing that whatever Harry is about to say is serious. She and Harry have been together for nearly six years, and throughout it all, Harry has always managed to remain level-headed through each storm that his career has brought upon them. He has been adamant about keeping her and Gracie away from the drama of his fame, and he has strived to live a life as private as possible despite his celebrity status.
Y/N nods her head. “Okay,” she says calmly. She rests the dishcloth in her hand onto the kitchen counter. “What’s going on?”
Harry inhales a large breath. There is a softness in his eyes, and Y/N knows that he is fearful of how his words are going to hurt her. She can feel her heart accelerating within her chest, preparing herself for whatever news he is about to spill. She wonders if it will be life-altering, or if it will simply be a temporary set-back.
“There’s a woman saying that I slept with her while I was on tour.”
Summary: Harry accidentally breaks his favorite guitar, which makes it an obvious choice of a present for his upcoming birthday.
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: cuteness overload
After releasing Fine Line, Harry was preparing himself to go on a world tour with the new album. He refused to leave you, his most precious treasure, behind when going on tour. He begged you to come with him, as if you could ever turn that request down.
Couple of months before the tour Harry’s favorite guitar ended up broken. It was just another night spent in the studio with you and Mitch. Harry got a bit too excited (and a little tipsy) as he danced his precious bum off, he tripped and landed right on top of his guitar neck, snapping it in two. Watching his facial expression change from a blissful one to a mournful one, you stood up from your place to walk over to him and wrap your arm around his waist. You took a look at the body of the guitar on the floor, separated from the neck, that Harry was holding at the moment. He held it with disappointment written all over his face.
“It was a really good one, you know?” Harry stated, turning it look at you.
“I know, baby. I’m so sorry.” You pressed your body to his side and pulled him closer to you by his waist.
“It’s okay. It happens sometimes.”
Although, he tried to brush it off, you knew he was very upset. He wrote two albums on that guitar and was planning on taking it along on tour.
His birthday was just around the corner, so you knew exactly what you were going to get him as a present.
The next day you called Mitch and asked him about the guitar Harry broke and where you could get the identical one. Mitch provided you with the address of the guitar shop, that Harry mostly get his guitars from, and the name of the model.
You snuck out of the bed early in the morning, gently pushing Harry’s arm off of your body. Leaving the bed, you made sure to pull the blanket over Harry’s back, so that he’s not freezing in this mid-January situation that was going on in the northern hemisphere. You were turning to walk up to the closet to change your clothes, but you couldn’t keep yourself from turning back in your feet and bending over the bed to land a kiss on your beloved’s temple.
“Nghh, where y’goin’?” Harry surprised you by mumbling to you and tugging on your (his) T-shirt.
“Stay. Please.” How could you leave now?
Guess the guitar will have to wait for a day.
“Y/N, don’t go please. We haven’t cuddled in two days. I miss you. Come on, princess. Come here, love.” Harry whispered in your ear as you guys stood in the kitchen cooking dinner two days after you were supposed to go to the guitar shop.
“Baby, stay with me. It’s so early and you look so fucking hot in that T-shirt of mine.” Harry pressed his crotch against your thigh on the third day after you was supposed to go to the guitar shop.
“But we had to watch so many movies, sunshine. I even made us some popcorn.” Harry grinned at you, walking towards you with a bowl, while you were sitting on the couch.
As you may have already guessed - it was the forth day after you were supposed to go to the guitar shop.
On the fifth day, you told Harry that you have to do a lot of work that accumulated within those five days. He grudgingly let you go, but made sure to make you promise to spoon him when you come back.
Parking your car by the guitar store, you were relieved to see that the store was open on a Sunday.
You walked into the store and up to a shop assistant, who was wearing a Pink Floyd T-shirt. “Adds to the atmosphere.” You thought.
After telling him the name of the exact model you need, Eric, as his badge suggested, guided you to the guitars hanging on the wall. He pointed at one, that looked just like the one Harry cracked in two.
You walked out of the store with a guitar in a case and a happy smile on your face. A fucking poet you are.
Not wanting to leave the guitar plain crème, you also dropped by an art supplies shop to get some paints to decorate the guitar.
Next week you would sneakily decorate the guitar whenever Harry left the house to go to the store or the studio.
By the end of January the guitar was decorated with flowers. Chamomiles, roses and sunflowers graced the surface of the guitar, making it look like a portal to a flower field. Perfect.
On his birthday, Harry was woken up earlier than usual by your kisses. What greeted Harry was the undivided attention of his favorite person and a breakfast in bed made by said person.
At about seven in the evening you both were on your way to the party that Jeff put up for Harry and Glenne. On the way there Harry kept asking you about the mysterious present that you promised to gift him after the party.
“Is it something edible?” He asked, being visibly restless.
“No. Actually, who knows? I guess everything is edible. I think you could try to eat it but I doubt you’d like it much.”
Your answer just confused the poor guy even more. He turned his head back to the window and squinted his eyes. In a few moments, he turned his head back to you, sitting in the driver’s seat. You told Harry that as a birthday boy, he shouldn’t have to drive himself to his birthday party, which was a lame excuse, but you needed one to get him to let you drive, as you knew his attention would be on you the whole road to the place.
“Is it small enough for me to carry it around?” Harry tried his best to guess what exactly you were getting him. He’d been like this since the early morning when you wouldn’t tell him what you’ve gotten for him.
“It’s not small, but you can carry it around.” It was the first question, for which your answer wasn’t exactly a “no”, so Harry smiled, thinking he’s finally onto something. The party took place in a closed down restaurant that you all would go to once in a while. There weren’t many guests. Just the closest friends. “Knowing Harry, it’s probably hundreds of people.” You thought.
At 8:46 Jeff came up to you and Glenne and interrupted your heated discussion about the newly released albums that deserve more appreciation than they’re getting.
“Y/N.” Jeff whispered to you. “Harry’s going on and on about a present. He’s driving me insane.” Jeff started and leaned closer to you.
You know exactly what’s going on.
“What did you get him? I’m honestly intrigued myself.”
As if you didn’t know that Harry was the one who sent him over to you.
“Look, Jeff, I know Harry sent you over. I’m not telling you anything.” You turned to Harry, who was standing two tables away from you and was, apparently, engaged in a conversation with Ben.
You walked up to him and tapped him on his shoulder. He excused himself, slowly turned around and tried to hide a smile, knowing that you’ve probably figured his plan out.
“Hi, baby.” You moved your mouth up to his ear, which made him lean into it automatically.
“If you want to know what I got you, you should be patient like a good boy you are, okay?” Your voice was stern and you could feel him stiffen up next to you. As you moved away from him, you put on an innocent smile and kissed him on the lips. He froze in his place and couldn’t even move his lips against yours. Separating your lips from his, you turned to back to walk over to Glenne to continue your talk.
When you came up to Glenne and Jeff, he informed you that the cake is about to be brought out for the two Aquarians to blow the candles.
When the cake was brought out, the wishes ended up forgotten, as both Harry and Glenne had their faces covered in sweet frosting. You laughed while dragging your pouty boyfriend to the restroom to clean him off. On the way to the restroom, your fingers had already been covered in the frosting from Harry’s face, as you were getting a better taste of it.
You walked into the restroom and got napkins to clean Harry’s face off.
“Is it something we can both use?” There we go again.
“No, love. Unfortunately, it’s not. I mean it could become that but not at the moment, no.” You answered him while wiping the frosting off of the tip of his nose.
“Why is it s’complicated?” He asked with frustration written all over his face.
“It’s actually quite simple, lovie. We’ll be home soon and you’ll know what it is.” You smiled at Harry and brought your hands to cup his cheeks and kiss the tip of his nose.
“You’re so loving.” He lets you push his head into the crook of your neck.
“Of course I am. How can I not be loving to you? You’re my everything.” You cooed into his ear while drawing circles on his back.
“No. No one has ever cared f’me as much as you have. Y’make it look so easy to love me, and I know for sure - I’m not easy to love. I’m all over the place. I’m clingy and sometimes even annoying, but y’never make me feel like it bothers you.” He whispered truthfully into your ear as he relaxed in your arms.
You couldn’t bring yourself to push him away to look into his eyes. You hugged him tighter and kissed his temple.
“Because it doesn’t. I don’t make it look easy to love you. It is easy to love you. I love when you’re being clingy. Makes me feel wanted and loved. I adore everything about you, my precious. You’re so sweet, kind and attentive, sunny. I love you more than anything, do you know that?” You could feel him ready to start a debate on how annoying he is, but before he has a chance to say anything, you pull him away from your neck and look into his eyes, still holding his hands in yours.
“It’s a guitar.” You blurt.
“What?” Harry asked you confusingly.
“The present. It’s a guitar. The same as the one that you landed on. I also painted it but I want you to see it in person first.” You explained shyly. Harry looked at you with wide eyes and seemed a bit too shocked for your liking.
“Why do you look so shocked? Am I that bad that you didn’t expect me to do anything nice for you?” You jokingly asked.
Harry’s face softened and the corners of his mouth flew up. He kept looking at you with his loving green eyes and you could see tears building up in their inner corners.
“Harry, are you crying?” You asked and tried to pull him closer to yourself but he brushed your arms away. Instead, he grabbed your cheeks in his hands and smashed his lips into yours.
As his lips separated from yours, he kept holding your face in his hands and looked straight into your eyes.
“I spent my whole life thinking that I will never be able to find real love. I kept blaming myself for the fact that every relationship I’ve been in before you would fall apart because of me. When you walked into my life, I was so scared to mess everything up again, but you made it seem as if I wasn’t the one at fault. You made me feel normal for once. You make all the pain subside. M’heart and soul belong to you. Only you.“
As Harry finished his speech, Mitch bursted into the restroom.
“Guys, stop making out, we’ve been waiting for you to cut the cake. Glenne said she wanted Harry to help her make the first cut for a picture.”
Mitch walked further into the room and stood behind Harry pushing him towards the door.
“Y/N, come on. He won’t go unless you come with him. He’s like a lost puppy without you.” Mitch teased Harry, causing him to frown.
“He’s my lost puppy.” You joked and walked behind the guys.
You couldn’t see Harry’s face properly, but you were most certain that a grin on his face was impossible to miss.
Here you were now, watching Harry and the band during a sound check while biting on the takeaway food that Harry ordered for the whole team.
“Y/N!” You heard your boyfriend calling for you from the stage.
When you looked up from your feast, you took some time to chew on your food and answer.
“Harry!” You mocked your curlyhead, watching him smile at you.
“Look what Mitch just taught me.” Harry announced and positioned his hands over the strings and the fingerboard of his flower-field guitar.
As you walked closer to your excited boyfriend, you could hear him starting to play Mitch’s solo from ‘She’. The more he played, the wider your smile grew.
The crew carried on setting everything up for the concert, while Harry kept showing off his newly-learnt guitaring.
Harry kept telling you that the guitar made him play even better and was probably certain that it is exactly the case.
Knowing that it can’t be possible, as the guitars were identical, you put the blame on the fact, that he was strongly besotted with you.
you’re curled up with your head in harry’s lap, his rings are cool on the base of your neck as he scratches at your scalp, making you nuzzle your face into his thigh. he smirks when he looks down at you, brushing the hair from your face and running the fingers of his free hand over your lips.
you don’t even think as you open your mouth slowly, letting the tips of his first two fingers in, sucking on them gently. it sends a rush of heat pooling in your gut, just the feeling of having any part of him in your mouth. the hum of approval he lets out as your tongue brushes his fingertips makes you shiver.
“such a good girl,” he murmurs softly, and the whimper you let out is so quiet that would’ve missed it if he didn’t know the way you reacted every time he said it. “you’re a good girl for daddy, aren’t you?”
you can’t find the will to pull his fingers out of your mouth to answer him, just looking up to meet his eyes from where your head is pillowed on his thigh to nod.
he smiles down at you, hand coming out of your hair to wrap around the back of your neck. its so big that his fingertips almost touch the front of your throat.
“can’t hear you, puppy,” he says softly. “wanna hear that pretty voice. can you tell me who you belong to?”
and the shiver that rolls up your spine makes your breath catch, and when he pulls his fingers from your lips, you gasp a little.
“you,” you whisper brokenly, but its not enough to placate him. you know what he wants to hear.
his fingers come up under your chin, forcing your eyes to stay locked on his.
“who, puppy?” he asks again, and you look up at him a little dazedly, body flooded with heat at the way he’s holding you.
“you, daddy,” you whisper again, a little more weight behind it this time. “your good girl.”
he grins, satisfied at the glazed look in your eyes, knowing he’s what’s holding you together in that moment. revels in it.
“‘s right, baby,” he murmurs, leaning down to peck at the tip of your nose. “all mine.”
A/N Hey everyone! I’m so excited to share my little piece for @berrynarrybanana ‘s Sex Bucket Fic Challenge. Thank you Casey for letting me be part of this!! ❤️ I chose to do sex in a studio LOL It’s actually very nsfw 💞🥰🧚🏻♀️ Please enjoy! If you would like some more smutty one shots make sure to check out the other writers who took part in the challenge!! You can also check out some of my work too!!! ;))))))
Warning: A lot of kinks in here! did you bring your holy water???
“Hey.” Y/N greets her boyfriend as she steps inside his studio. It was just on the other side of his house away from the main living area. Harry wanted his studio to be as convenient as possible whenever he was at home.Y/N absolutely loved it since she got to stay a bit longer at his place while she watched him and his band rehearse. Some nights, she would lay on one of his couches watching him write music. It was such a sight to see.
She carefully walks around the loose wires before approaching the man who sits on the stool, playing random chords on his guitar.
“Hey.” He replies back to her greeting as he scratches his nose. He bares no mind to her, however, as he looks back down at the strings. That’s weird usually, he would open his arms to hug me.
Harry Styles Is Now The Most Successful One Direction Member In The U.K. When Looking At Hit Singles
Harry Styles is back inside the top 10 on this week’s singles chart in the U.K. with his current focus, “Watermelon Sugar.” The track is the latest from his new solo album Fine Line, and this time around it jumps to No. 7 on the all-genre tally. By landing another proper smash in the country, the pop-rock singer has passed all of his former bandmates in at least one very important regard.
As a solo musician, Styles has now appeared inside the top 10 on the U.K. singles chart with four different cuts, more than any of the other former One Direction singers. His debut solo album produced just one hit, “Sign of the Times,” which went straight to No. 1. Fine Line has seen “Lights Up,” “Adore You” and now “Watermelon Sugar” climb into the important region. Those tracks peaked at Nos. 3, 7 and 7, respectively.
Before this latest hit, Styles was tied with Zayn for the most solo top 10s in the U.K., but he’s pushed forward, and now he stands alone as the most successful 1D performer, at least when looking at the number of top 10 smashes they’ve all landed.
Summery: Harry and the reader have to go to a party but Harry can’t keep it in his pants
Pairing: Dom!Harry x brown!reader
Word count: 1828
Warning: SMUT!!! A lot of dirty talk, dom!Harry, daddy kink, clit slapping, edging, a light bit of choking, mocking I guess, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), idk what else
DON’T READ THIS SHIT IF YOU’RE NOT 18! FUCK OUTTA HERE
A/N: This is my first smut so I’m sorry if it’s shit! Tags at the bottom and let me know if you want to be tagged in any future stuff I swear I can do better than this. Also he looks fucking adorable here but the gif isn’t mine
“Oh princess, you know, you really shouldn’t tease me.” Harry said as you walked into the bedroom wearing a deep red lace lingerie set contrasting nicely with your brown skin.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about H, I’m just getting ready for the party. You know we have to leave soon so you should get ready too.” you replied with a flick of your hair.
Harry got up from his spot on the bed and came over to where you stood in front of the mirror. As you put the finishing touches on your makeup he wrapped his arms around you and bent down to kiss your neck.
Summary: Harry has been acting weird for a couple of weeks, but when y/n finally finds out the truth, it’s far from what she assumed.
Genres: fluff, a tiniest bit of angst maybe?
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: Harry being a cutie patootie that he is :,)
Harry has been acting weird for a couple of weeks now and you started to get suspicious. He would come home late most of the days and keep you waiting in your bed. The other days he would mysteriously disappear in the morning. “Went out for a run.” He would tell you. What kind of run lasts for five hours?
Of course, you would never suspect him of cheating on you. He has proven his love to you over and over again, and one had to be completely oblivious of what love is, not to notice how head over heels in love he was with you.
However, the way he was acting made you overthink. You were worried for him and his well-being. All of the worst things that could happen took over your mind. Health issues, disagreements with the management, bickering within the family, and many other possible problems that he could have been facing filled your mind to the brim.
Here you were now, sitting at your kitchen table, eating dinner alone. Harry still hasn’t come home and it was already nine o’clock in the evening, when he promised to get home at six.
You trusted Harry. You really did. However, you didn’t want him to use the fact that you trust him with everything you have, to get home late for the second week in a row. You wouldn’t have been against him staying out late if he had just told you he truth.
You sat in your seat and rolled the pasta you made on a fork. All of your appetite has vanished even before you started making the food, but you still forced yourself to eat, to get your mind off of your ever wandering boyfriend.
As you started to get into your food, you heard the keys turn in the front door. No food for you today.
Your name wasn’t called like it usually is, when Harry walks into the front door. The only sound you heard was the shuffling and the clacking of keys being placed on the table in the hall.
You could tell that Harry was trying to be as quiet as possible to avoid you noticing him.
As he tried to pass the kitchen door quietly, you got up from your place and walked up to him. He was wearing his blue sweater, corduroy flares and a face of someone trying to hide something from their girlfriend.
“Harry?” You asked sternly.
He turned his head to you and put on a smile while pushing something behind his back.
“Hello, love. I-I didn’t want t’disturb you, s-so I-um-” He tried to lie to you, although he knew pretty well he was awful at lying and I was too good at catching lies.
You turned your gaze to his hands that were hidden from you behind his back.
“Harry, what’s behind your back?” You asked straightforwardly.
He looked uncomfortable and seemed to have been taken aback by your question.
“It’s um-” He brought his hands forward. They held a black folder visibly full of papers. “It’s m’folder with song ideas.” He seemed unsure of the statement himself, but you put the blame on the fact, that he was left dumbfounded by your actions. What was that about though?
“Why were you hiding it from me then?” You seemed honestly confused because he always shared his songwriting process with you.
“Was just writing a song f’you, but I will show it t’you when it’s completely done.” He blabbered to you.
Seems like a plausible reason to hide the folder from you. It was strange, because he would write his song ideas in his phone now, but you brushed those thoughts off.
“Okay then, love. I thought you were coming home at six.” You turned to the clock on the wall to see that the time is 9:24.
Harry followed your gaze and realized that he had indeed come home a little overtime.
“Got carried away in the studio, baby. ‘M sorry, should’ve informed you.” His shoulders sank, as he realized that you had been waiting for him for over three hours.
“It’s okay, Harry. But please, next time you’re planning to get late, tell me, alright? I thought something happened.”
The sternness in your voice subsided as you walked closer to Harry. You wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your nose into the crook of his neck. He pulled you closer and placed his cheek on the top of your head. You felt his jaw move on top of your head, but before he got a chance to make a sound, you spoke.
“I’m worried for you, baby. It’s driving me insane. What’s going on? I know it’s not just studio. It has to be something else. You’ve never acted like this before. It scares me.” You whispered the last part almost to yourself, but you knew that the man heard you clearly.
“I didn’t mean t’worry you, precious.” He took time to think his words through. “I know, I’ve been actin’ off these days, baby. I promise you it’s nothing y’should worry about. It’s the album release coming up. I didn’t mean t’cause you anxiety, angel. ‘M so sorry.” He genuinely seemed sorry, and you felt the need to kiss his pouty lips.
That evening you went to sleep spooning Harry and brushing his curls out of his face. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep. All you wanted to do was keep him safe and warm.
When you woke up, Harry wasn’t there anymore, which didn’t surprise you, as it wasn’t the first time you found yourself curled up in the blanket all alone.
You pushed your sleepy body off of the bed and pushed your feet into the slippers at the bed. You brushed your teeth and thought of what you’ll be getting yourself busy with on this Saturday morning. All of the documents you had to go through for work were already sent back to your company, and you found yourself wonder what other errands you had to run.
You opened the calendar on your phone to check your schedule. You were startled to find out that it was your birthday today. You were so anxious about the way your boyfriend has been acting, that your own birthday was clean forgotten.
Your mood was instantly ruined when you understood that Harry left you alone on your birthday, but as you walked down the stairs to make yourself some breakfast, you felt the smell of pancakes lingering in the air.
The corners of your lips flew up and you ran to the kitchen to catch your boyfriend red-handed.
Harry heard the loud steps coming his way, so he turned to the door and placed the scoop back into the bowl of pancake batter.
“Who’s this lil’ cheetah running m’way, huh?” Harry teased you loudly and spread his arms, welcoming you with a hug.
You jumped into his arms, and he caught you to pick you up and hold up by your waist.
“Legs ‘round m’waist, birthday girl.” Harry laughed against your chest as you did as he told. You placed your arms around his neck and let him place a kiss on your jaw.
“I thought you left me on my birthday.” You pouted at him, when he withdrew from your neck.
You could see regret overflow him, before being replaced with endless love.
“How could I ever leave the love of m’life on ‘er birthday? What kind of love is it, if I’m not by your side on your day, angel?” He stared right through you, as if directly at your heart.
His words took you by surprise, and it was written all over your face. Harry noticed you questioning his words.
“The love of your life?” You asked him softly, looking right into his loving eyes.
“The love of m’life.” He nodded with a smile on his face.
After sharing a moment full of love, you sat down to enjoy the slightly burnt pancakes, while discussing your plans for today.
You both changed out of your sleeping clothes and left the house to go to the new bookshop you’ve been wanting to go to for some time, but never got a chance to.
After hoarding several books, both for you and Harry, you asked Harry if you could get some ice-cream.
“Ice-Cream it is then, m’love.” Harry smiled and pulled out of the parking to get on the route to your favorite ice-cream parlor.
After you dropped one of your ice-creams and got another one, Harry told you that he has a surprise for you.
Harry told you that he will take you to a special place after the sun sets, and you couldn’t be more excited. You kept asking him over and over again about where he’s taking you, but he wouldn’t crack.
When you were finally on your way to the place, you kept thinking about how lucky you are, watching the sun set. You realized that all of the anxiety that you felt in these last two weeks was completely unnecessary.
Reaching the place after an hour long ride, Harry helped you out of the car and led you away from the road. As you walked closer to the place he was leading you to, you could see a beautiful field full of a variety of flowers that surrounded a small lake. Harry seemed full of anxiety as he lead you to an old stone platform by the field. You would expect there to be a table with a candlelit dinner, but there wasn’t a single source of light near you, except the stars, that scattered in the dark clear sky and several fireflies, that bee-lined around the trees that surrounded the field.
“Harry, this place is beautiful.” You were speechless and this was the only sentence you trusted yourself with saying.
Harry led you to stand in the middle of the platform, looking upon the night sky. You could tell he was in deep thought, but you couldn’t tell what was bothering him. Harry, as if hearing your thoughts, turned to you and smiled at you softly.
“It is beautiful. Took me a while to find a place worthy of you.” Harry kept looking at me with his eyes full of adoration.
You weren’t completely sure why he formed his sentence like that, but you were sure you were not here to just stargaze.
Your thoughts were interrupted by Harry. He walked back to the car, which wasn’t too far away from the stone platform, and left you standing there full of confusion.
He opened the trunk of the car to get something. On his way back, you could see that he was holding the black folder that you caught him sneaking into the house just yesterday.
“Is he going to sing me a song?” Your thoughts were all over the place at this point, once again interrupted by your nervous boyfriend.
“Y/N.” He called you by your name with such seriousness that made you listen to him even closer than before.
“I lied t’you.” He started. “The folder had nothin’ to do with m’songs.” You were already dumbfounded because Harry never lied to you, so it had to be something very important for him to do so.
He pulled the elastic band off of the cover of the folder and opened it. He passed you the folder and spoke again.
“You were right when y’said that the past couple of weeks I’ve been actin’ weird. The fact that y’know me s’well scares me sometimes, t’be honest.” He tried to make a joke to ease his nerves.
As he spoke, you let your eyes skim the first page. It was a model of beautiful stone house with French windows and dark green tiling on the roof.
“We’ve been together fo’ almost three years, love, and I’ve never been happier. I hope y’feel the same.” He shyly questioned.
You couldn’t get yourself to answer him using words, so you nodded with a soft smile. You looked into his eyes and saw how little sleep he’s been getting written all over his face. Now you felt like everything made sense. All of his late nights in the studio and his constant excuses to get out of the house.
“I want t’spend m’whole life with you, Y/N. All of it. I want t’marry you and start a family with you. I know that you’re not ready t’get married yet, and I’m not pushing you. This place doesn’t mean that we have t’get married right away or have children right away, I just want t’start building our new home here.” He took my hands into his shaking ones and brought them to his chest.
“Right where you’re standing.”
His words made my eyes well up with tears, as I looked at my feet. “Right where you’re standing.” His words echoed in my head, as I felt his heart beating hysterically.
“I thought this would be a perfect place. The air here is great.” He started slowly. “I know you wouldn’t want our babies t’grow up breathin’ the car exhausts.” He added coyly.
At this point his heart was racing, and he could only look down at his feet. Noticing you pull your hands out of his hold, Harry was afraid to look up at you to see that you are turning to leave him alone in the field, he stupidly thought you’d want to live in.
“Do you actually think that I could ever say no to this, Harry?” You gently smiled at him and brought your hands to his cheeks to caress his face with your thumbs. Your fingers felt wet on his skin and as you realized the reason, your face softened even more.
“My boy, my precious baby. Of course I want to spend my whole life with you. I could never want to share this life with anyone else. And children? Your children are the only children I’ll ever want to bear, in every meaning of that word, and you know it.”
As your heart spoke for you, you could feel Harry relax and let himself look at you. The wet traces on his cheeks were only getting more defined just like the smile on his face.
“I dunno what I’d do if y’said no.” Harry stands still, as you bring your lips to his and let yourself collect the tears on them.
“Why would you even think about it, if I’ve already said yes?”
Your lips connect as a firefly passes next to you, standing right in the place of your nearing future.
It was totally crazy! I was in the middle of a tour with Iron & Wine earlier this year and out of the blue I got a direct message from Harry himself. He was like, ‘I just wanted to reach out and say that I really love the record and I would love to connect at some point.’ I was, of course, blown away. I couldn’t have imagined that my record would have made it into his world.
Then he said from there, ‘I don’t want to be forward but I would love it if you would somehow be involved in my touring this year.’ So that’s how it ended up coming about! None of us expected that. I’ve not met him yet, but from the way he’s communicated he’s just such a sweet guy and really [cares] about giving other people opportunities. That’s a rare quality in someone at his level and of his caliber, so that was so special.
Madison Cunningham on how Harry approached her to be a part of Harryween (AmericanSongwriter)
(Request: harry being clingy and needy towards his girl when
they finally reunite after weeks of not seeing each other 💔)
Such a simple four-letter word that was
known to make people do crazy things. Infatuation soon follows, then co-dependence
and need. And well, Harry has never felt more needy for his girl then he does
right now. He feels sluggish, tired and lonely. Harry loved his work, he lives
and breathes music, but that doesn’t make it any less hard when he has to spend
weeks at a time away from his Y/n.
Summary: Y/N accompanies Harry to Shangri-La Studio in California as he puts the final touches on Fine Line. It’s all surf, sex, and sun salutations until Y/N gets jealous of Harry’s ex.
Word Count: 5.3k
A/N: This story is very much based off of Harry’s Rolling Stone interview, in which he discussed the making of Fine Line as well as his various Malibu escapades. For those who haven’t read it, yes! Harry really did bite off the tip of his tongue while on mushrooms and lose his pants in the ocean. We stan a king!
CW: Oral sex (female receiving), sex, mention of drugs, alcohol, blood