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Stella (harry's version)
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a/n: This took too damn long to make. My advice, school sucks please never go. Also "You Can Be the Boss" was literally on repeat while I wrote this. The song is at the end of the piece. Anyway, have some lovely smut with Greaser Harry<3
The Drive In
Warnings: smut, public play, fingering, dirty talk, mentions of sex. 18+
The following is set in "The Outsiders" universe.
There were many ways you saw your Friday night going- one of those ways was definitely not being your boyfriend’s fingers curled up so deeply inside you it made your head spin. Your slick coating his rough, ivory fingers seeping into the leather chair of the car he borrowed from his best friend. At the drive in, nonetheless, with the new movie with Elvis Presley playing on the big screen.
It had been intended to be a normal date night with five cent coca cola's, popcorn and a movie. Accompanied by your secret lover, who it seemed you only saw a few times a month. It was always hard finding time when Harry wasn’t with his friends or taking up shifts at the DX, but it was even harder when your father was the chief of police. With a deep hatred for ‘Greasers’ and anyone who wasn’t a Soc.
So, you and Harry would have to sneak away whenever you both could. Those were the nights where you would stay up all night staring at the stars and dreaming of a better life. A life where Socs and Greasers didn’t mean a hoot and you could sit at your boyfriend's lunch table without the thought of being skinned. Of course, there were some nights that wound up like this as well.
If it were up to Harry, he would have taken you right then and there. Lifted up the perfect baby blue skirt to reveal your dripping honey pot, as he called it. He would have lowered you onto his cock slowly and made you stay like that throughout the whole movie. But, his fingers pumping in and out of you was a far better option.
Your hips lifted off the seat unbeknownst to you, teeth gnawing at your bottom lip so fiercely the taste of metallic flavor coated your tongue. His fingers were so deep inside, up to the knuckle, searching for something with the desperateness of a man who depends his life upon it. He teases the spot that aches and burns to be released, stoking it with a sly smirk spread across his pretty pink lips. The same lips that were smoking a kool as if he wasn’t committing such a ghastly sin that could easily make the devil blush.
His hand left the cigarette in his mouth to reach over to silence you, marveling at the way your eyes were rolling back. He can tell how close he’s barreling you to that edge, but despite the loudness of the movie and the scattered voices, he knew your sweet noises could overpower the entire lot.
“Be quiet, Darlin’. Shh.” He cooed into your ear, the ghost of his lips curling up. He pulled his fingers out of you to mix the fluids alongside your folds. Harry wanted to feel your juices going up his wrist and forearm, then knowing how good he makes you feel.
Your things jolt at the sensation, looking around in hopes no one can see or hear what was going on in the car. His fingers move to your swollen nub, rubbing chaste circles. It was almost laughable how wet you were. You could feel it dripping down your thighs and making a sinful pool on the seat. A wanton moan spills from your lips at the sensation of his magical fingers. “What di’ I say about you staying quiet?” His voice is slow and hot against your ear.
“C’mon, be a good girl for me.” He rubs with more pressure, lazily watching as you squirm around. It was one of the most beautiful sights in his eyes. “What’s gotten into your, Darling? Walking around in that pretty little skirt thinking I could keep my hands to myself?”
You shake your head vigorously, his deep drawl making everything so much better. A look of desperation crosses your features as you glance over at Harry, his circles becoming sloppier with each passing second. “Fuck, you haven’t been this wet before.” His chest rose and fell quickly, his breath coming out in hot pants.
It was true. Maybe it was the adrenaline of possibly being found out, or the fact he had never done this type of thing before had you so needy for him. This was the most risky thing you had ever done with him. But it was also the sexiest thing too. A glance of plead was shared between the two of you, begging for his permission to cum.
With his eyes glued to the screen, he inserted two fingers into your core. His thumb was still set on your clit, showing it no mercy. The stimulation becomes too much as you dig your fingernails into his denim clad thigh, trying hard to contain yourself.
He can feel your velvety walls clench around his digits, and he holds back a moan in his throat. Blood rushes to his cock, his jeans becoming far too tight. He smiles look at the way you’re so fucked-out. It makes him swell with pride, knowing how good he makes you feel. That’s all he wants to do. Please you. He works his fingers at the same rhythm, noticing how close you are. “Ya’ so beautiful like this. I’m taking you home with me- get ready for a long night, Doll.”
Your eyes flutter shut at the thought of intimacy with him, knowing you would be clutching onto his thighs and firm arms all night. Your knuckles turn white gripping the dashboard. “You wanna cum?” He taunts in your ear, a devilish smirk spread across his beautiful face.
You nod in distress, ready to release all over his fingers and the seat. You wanted to scream his name so everyone in the drive-in would know who belonged to him and him only.
For a second guilt washed over you. Before you could really register the feeling, your orgasm blacks you out. You’re consumed in the wonderful feeling, consumed in Harry for making you feel such a way. Harry slowly finger fucks you for another few minutes then pulls out once you whine. He glances over at you and leaves a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
“You’re my whole damn world, Y/n.”
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I've been obsessed with 'The Outsiders' lately so get ready for some GreaserHarry content!
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He absolutely SERVED in this movie🎥
Harry Styles as Jack Chambers | Don't Worry Darling (2022) dir. Olivia Wilde
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AAAAH MOM & DAD
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My Baby
Pairing- Sub!Harry x Fem!reader
Type- Smut
Warnings- smut, 18+, swearing, praise, mommy kink, pegg!ng, and, sexual content.
Words- 0.6k
A/n- This is not a part of my kinktober, solely because I can’t keep a consistent schedule to actually participate in Kinktober. 🫠 Hope you love this, xoxo! <3
“Oh f-fuck. I can’t Mommy, I can’t.” Harry whimpers, burying his face into the red satin sheets below him.
“Yes you can, Pretty Boy. You can give me one more. I know you can.” You murmur into the hot, tension filled air. “Be a good boy and give me one more.”
Harry groans, almost sounding defeated as he slumps his perfect body into the mattress. His skin was littered in dark red hickeys going from his shoulder blades to the back of his thighs. You had taken your sweet time on each one, enjoying his whimpers and helpless pleas. They were truly music to your ears.
Harry had already come twice so far, but you needed to get that third one before he could fall asleep. The first was in your mouth and the second seated deep in his arse. Which you still were, hips flushed up against his. “You can do it. Do it for me, just one more.” You purr, pushing his hair back and start to gently rock your hips into him.
He strangles out a yelp, a sound between pleasure and pain. He grunts and nods, pulling himself up once more. Holding himself on his arms and knees again, taking everything you give him.
“That’s it baby!” You praise, stroking his lower back with your palm. Once he adjusts again you start to steadily increase your pace.
Harry groans and gasps incoherantly, his mind completely dizzy and fucked out. You moan quietly at the state he’s in, knowing you were the one who made him feel so good. It had only taken a few minutes to know he wasn’t going to last long at all, his high pitched breathing getting breathier with each thrust. His arms were trembling where he struggled to keep himself upright, making his whole body start to tremble. You reached around his waist to grip his swollen cock, starting to stroke him in time with your jutting hips.
“OH right there, Y/n. Holy shit, right there!” He yells out, head dropping down between his elbows as his face twists up in pleasure.He’s so sensitive that just you fucking him with your hand and pounding into him had him spilling all over the sheets once more. He cries out as his cum shoots out in warm ribbons, making a mess on the already ruined sheets below.
“That’s it, such a good boy for me.” You prised him again, gently fucking him through his high.
His body twists and contorts, limbs giving out and falling against his own mess. He would definitely need a bath after this. You cooed sweet nothings into his ear as you pulled out of him and messaged his sore limbs. “See, Lovey? I know you had it in you.” You smiled knowingly at him, pressing a kiss to his temple. “I’ll go draw you bath now.”
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This was so good!! It's so cute❤️
A Cowboy Love Story
Summary: the long awaited back story to cowborry and y/n’s love <3
warnings: drinking, smut, curing, unprotected sex.
wordcount: 10.2k
“Hi daddy” Y/n smiles, walking into the dimly lit barn in her pretty sundress and her cowboy boots she always wears around the farm. She holds a tray of two empty glasses, a large pitcher of homemade lemonade, and fresh baked cookies. “Hi sweetheart.” Her father says, giving her a small hug. “Is that homemade lemonade?”
“It sure is!” She confirms with a grin on her face, sitting the tray down on a bail of hay. She pours a glass, handing it off to her father. “Freshly squeezed.” She mumbles and starts pouring another glass for the younger friend of her fathers, she hands him the glass with a polite smile. She always thought he was cute, he was a little older than her but only by about three years. He started working for her father a couple years ago when he took over the farm next to their property after the old man moved out.
“Thank you.” He murmurs with a low tone, taking a sip of the yellow lemonade with a small smile while he watches the girls every move.
“How is jelly bean?” Y/n asks, walking over to her horse’s stall and petting his long nose. She got her horse, Jelly bean, for her sixth birthday when her daddy thought she was finally old enough to learn how to ride a horse. “He’s good. Harry just changed his horse shoes,” Y/n smiles, “They look good. I’ve been meaning to do that for a while now but haven’t been able to. Thank you.” Harry nods, giving her a small smile. Harry was a little shy and hard to crack open. He’s been living across from them for a couple years now and often stays for dinner since it’s just him in his big farm house, but Y/n has never been able to have longer than a five sentence conversation with him.
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This so cute I'm gonna cry😭
Harry pointing at Anne and yelling ‘ mummy! “ x
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Harry is now a member of the 2022 Business of Fashion (BoF) 500 class. The editors have selected 103 new members to add to this influential global community based on their leadership, creativity, innovation and impact.
The BoF 500 Class of 2022 is our most diverse and global cohort to date, with members representing 43 different nationalities and based in 31 countries across 8 categories: Designers, Executives, Media, Retailers, Entrepreneurs, Creative Class, Models & Muses and more Catalysts than ever before pushing the industry forward to address our greatest challenges. They are based in London, New York, Paris and Milan, but also Kuala Lumpur, Johannesburg, Istanbul, Dakar and more. 51 percent are women, 47 percent are men, and 1 percent are non-binary (with the remaining 1 percent preferring not to say).
No other industry has a cast of characters as unique, passionate and diverse as those who animate the business of fashion, from business titans to creative upstarts, but what’s projected in the popular media is typically only a thin and often superficial slice of this captivating group. As always, we wanted to collect this talented community of people together, connect them with each other and share their stories of personal and professional growth in an honest and inspiring way.
As the name suggests, the BoF 500 first began as an index with the 500 most influential people in the global fashion industry in September 2013. Since then, we have regularly added new names to this inspiring, ever-growing group which now includes 1,193 people representing more than 70 nationalities, based in more than 45 countries.
You can learn more about the BOF 500 here.
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RISK
Pairing - Harry x fem!reader
Words - 1.8K
Type - Smut
Warnings - smut, 18+, swearing, cheating, exhibition, praise, oral (f recieving), fingering and of course sexual content.
A/n - I figured I would try my hand at writing smut for the first time! Hope you enjoy.
It was so dangerous. So fucking dangerous. The Met Gala was overflowing with gossip-frenzied paparazzi just waiting for a story, fans and other celebrities. Don’t even get started on the fact Olivia and Florence were most likely looking for you and Harry. If someone were to stand too close to the bathroom, they would surely hear your whimpers and breathless pleas. Of course, you both hoped the music and people talking were enough background noise to cover up any clamor.
You had gone to the Met for your friend Florence’s new movie “Don’t Worry Darling”, packed with enthusiasm. You knew she would rock it out there, even with all the drama surrounding the film. You couldn’t lie, it had been rough. It was rough watching your friend grow to detest someone she once was a big fan of. And, it was rough seeing Harry with the woman he dumped you for, all those months before.
You had sworn to Florence that you would both show up, go bat-shit crazy with chaos then leave to get some mimosas back at the hotel. It was easy to agree to stick with Chris Pine, knowing he would lend you both some of whatever the hell he was taking. Plus the factor that he was just genuinely a cool person to be around.
But, Harry couldn’t help himself- not one bit. He couldn’t help his eyes wandering down your chest to where that satin red dress’ neckline ended. He couldn’t help but let his eyes gloss over how it hugged every beautiful curve, his mouth almost watering at the slit that went up to your mid thigh. He couldn’t believe how worked up he was getting over that bit of skin.
The same skin he used to be able to touch, kiss and bite. All just in the right way to make you a withering wreck under him.
Even with your ‘new’ best friend connected to your hip, he still thought you looked as ravishing as ever. Your lips were plumper than they were before, showcasing your perfect cupid’s bow. The dark merlot red that painted them drew him in, he had to break himself from his trance before a camera could catch it. He just knew he wouldn’t be able to survive without your angelic touch.
So, he settled with glares and pleading with his mind. After about thirty minutes of that, he excused himself from the woman who looked like a lemon for a ‘bathroom’ break. He was never really a good liar, but somehow she believed it. And that quickly turned into you squeezing Flo’s leg and telling her you’d be a few minutes. Then following a few feet behind Harry like a lost puppy looking for its owner.
You heard people passing by with each soundless step you took, heart beat escalating in your throat. The flashing of hundreds of cameras bought a new level of anxiety to rise into your abdomen- the last thing you needed was to be spotted with your ex. Especially after how things ended. Still, your feet carried you to the bathrooms where you just knew Harry would be waiting for you at. Just waiting.
Like a rabid lion stalking its unsuspecting prey, laying low just awaiting the right moment to attack.
The pink doors came into view, and you could see his laid back posture, clad in black designer. Was that Gucci? He was staring off into the opposite direction, and you paused. Was this a good idea? There was no way someone wouldn’t see one of the most famous men in the world slip into a bathroom with his ex-girlfriend.
Sadly, he turned before you could make the decision to run full throttle away. His lips turned upright, a cocky smile displaying upon his features. You never really liked that smirk, only because he would use it in arguments when he was right.
Fighting back an eye-roll, you looked over your surroundings to make sure there weren’t cameras on you. Once you decided the coast was clear you dashed over to Harry.
“Is someone in a rush?” His velvety voice asked, honey dipped british accent flooding your senses. That stupid smirk, you really wanted to slap it off him. He opened the door to the women's room and let you in first. He took into note the way your teeth sunk into your bottom lip.
“You started this, don’t turn it on me.” Your stared daggers into his soul, hoping he would get the memo. You bumped into his shoulder just to prove your annoyance, which resulted in him slamming the bathroom door. Someone definitely heard that. “How’s the old hag treating you?” You asked, staring up at him inquisitively.
He walked forward enough for your back to hit the cool tile, making a shiver run up your spine. “Just fine. But she doesn't let out those pretty noises you do.” His eyes surveyed you up and down, waiting for a reaction.
“I bet you're dreading the fact me and Florence are dating and she’s the only one who can hear my pretty noises.” His face twisted up in an expression you couldn’t quite place, maybe it was a mix of disgust and anger with a sprinkle of wonderment. Had you lied about dating Florence? Yeah, but you were feeling rather petty at that moment.
“Oh, yeah?” He rasped out, breaking the tensioned eye contact you two had held for the last five minutes. “If that was true you wouldn’t be here with me. You would’ve snuck off with her as soon as I started looking at you. Right?” He muttered his words harshly, dropping down to his knees in a quick, fluid motion. Your eyes trailed down to hold his gaze once more, his signature stare masked with a cocky and concentrated look.
With quick work, he hiked up the dress that hid your now wet black lace panties. He let out a low moan when he saw them, hoisting your leg over his right shoulder.
“Right.” You admitted breathlessly. “Just hurry this up, Harold. I need to get back to Florence.”
His jaw seemed to tense as his hand rose to steady your hips, moving his free hand to hook around the liner of your panties and tear them down your thighs. His finger started slowly, tracing a feather light line up your slit. He stopped at your clit, moving his finger in a counter-clockwise movement. His touch seemed to hardly be there.
Against yourself, you grabbed onto his hand that was steading you. He wasn’t letting you move at all to get more of what he was offering, even if that was a very little bit. “That’s my girl.” He spoke from between your legs, adding more pressure to the swollen button. He smiled at the string of whimpers that rolled off your lips and the way your hips pushed up for more. “Stay quiet, Darling.” he cooed from his placement on the floor, detaching his fingers from your clit.
He loved how he knew you would be moaning his name by the end of this night, not anyone else’s. He didn’t give a flying fuck who could hear, to be honest. He just adored how you would be reminded of his touch. The way he makes you feel. Before a whine could escape your lips, he attached his around your sensitive button. He knew what he was doing- he knew how to please you like the back of his hand.
He licked down your cunt, stopping at your entrance. He brought up two of his fingers. Dipping in and out, in and out. He brought his mouth's attention back to your clit, sucking and licking at it. He was like a starving man who hadn’t eaten for days, ravishing himself in the taste of you. “Does that feel good, Darling?” He asked, lifting his eyes to stare into yours, curling his fingers every few pumps. He got his answer from the string of pleas that crumbled from your throat, littering the bathroom walls with profanities.
Within a few moments, he felt your walls tighten around his fingers. He smiled, needing to feel you release all over his fingers. He dove straight back at your clit, sucking harshly and leaving little to no mercy. He moaned when he felt your fingers slide in his hair, pulling at the roots. Harry missed that feeling.
“Harry, so so so close.” You moaned out, thighs beginning to shake like leaves. Your fingers knitted further into his mess of chocolaty brown curls. The all too familiar heat spring in your stomach was just about to release, just needing a simple spur of words to rupture.
“Go on, cum on my hand and face Darling. Lemme wear you like a cologne.” And you did, with a shriek of his name and a hand whipping over your mouth to silence yourself. As much as you hated sneaking around and him, you would give anything for Harry to touch you like that again.
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“What the hell took you so long?” Florence asked, pouting her lip up at you. “I had to pretend to like Lemon Lady all by myself. How dare you put me through that?”
"Sorry, Flo. My tummy didn't agree with brunch." You chuckled, hoping to God she wouldn't medal further.
She hummed, looking over to Harry whose hair was still a mess. "Whatever you say babe." She looked at you then back at him. "Unless, those are your panties hanging from his pocket?"
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Lazy Couch Read
Type- fluff
Warnings- none.
Words- 200
Legs twisted. Sun streaming in through cracks of curtains, warming their skin. Words on paper, painting movies in their minds. The smell of tea with honey lingered in the air around them, encasing them in a sweet bliss.
They were both calm, no meetings or tours to worry about. Hair in loose ponytails and curl rollers, making them giggle at each other. The girl, clad in strawberry sleep shirt and shorts and a pink bathrobe. She peered at him through lashes, chuckling when his painted golden face twists up at her.
It was the special Sunday they looked forward to all week, a lazy care day. They started by getting up and practicing skin care. The boy brought out his face mask, golden and would hydrate his skin. The girl, her chalky green mask for all of the above.
They grabbed their books off the coffee table and twisted themselves together. They would talk to each other about what was happening, venting when a character did something silly. Laughing together when a character made a joke.
Life like this was paradise. Each person filled to the brim with love and contentment. Nothing would be able to bring them down.
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We have @karamelcoveredolicity to thank for these gems because even watching this scene on repeat, the rubber chicken completely slipped under my radar!
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TAYLOR SWIFT
photographed by Sebastian Kim for Vanity Fair at the 2022 Toronto International Film Festival
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All This Late Night Dancing
Pairing - Harry x fem!reader
Type - fluffy. Super damn fluffy.
Warnings - sexual refrences, mental illnesses references
Words - 620
It had been over six years since One Direction had broken up. You could easily tell Harry was much happier, his slight gain in healthy weight was an immense sign. He was happy with himself now, and it showed in his eyes. Harry didn’t cuss himself out when he couldn’t hit the deadline anymore, and that made Y/n’s heart flutter.
She was ecstatic about his healing, mentally and physically. He took sick breaks and stayed in bed for longer each day. It was like paradise. Better than, actually. He didn’t wake up with rings around his eyes, complaining about his complexion. He didn’t work late on Friday’s.
Y/n was able to go to sleep knowing her loving husband was going to wake up with her, sprinkling chaste kisses all over her face. It created such a domestic feeling in their household. Warm and welcoming.
Just last week, they were making breakfast to oldie songs and dancing throughout the big halls. But, this evening, the couple were putting away dishes and left overs.
“All I’m saying is,” Harry spoke to his wife, holding the cabinet open as he looked over at her, “ever since we watched that Elvis movie all you’ve done is listen to him. I’m not upset, I love the King of Rock and Roll- I’m just making an observation.”
Y/n snapped her head up at Harry from her position on the floor, putting the leftover filled tupperware in the fridge. “Just like how you can’t stop drooling over the dude who played him,” she rebuttaled. She smiled at how his eyes widened, a deer in headlights look adorning his features. “Just an observation!”
“Not true!” He shut the cabinet and snatched a few cups on the dish strainer. “I believe it was you with the ruined pants by the end of that movie.” He said teasingly, a pointing look staring daggers at the back of her head.
“Bro, you was covering your lap like a teenage boy! My pants were ruined because you dropped your water on me!” She spoke, whipping her head to hold his stare.
Harry stared at her for another second, his mouth squishing up to look like bread. He turned his head, trying to scold the red that painted his face. “I ain’t your bro.” he said coyly. “I’m your husband.”
Y/n let out a laugh, standing up from the floor and walking over to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, laying her head on his shirt clad back. She smiled softly into his shirt, leaving a kiss to his back. The soft sound of ‘In the Ghetto’ by Presly flooding through the kitchen, Harry’s speaker making itself known once more.
She swayed them to the music, moving her hands to message his hips. “C’mon, you big baby. Dance with me.” She stood still a moment, letting him spin in her hold.
He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, moving the stray strands of hair away from her eyes. This moment was everything to him, the feeling of his love wrapped around him and the sound of his favorite musician floating around them.
He stood taller than her, having to crane his neck slightly to match her beautiful eyes. He grabbed her hand as the song changed to ‘Green, Green Grass of Home’, moving them to the light of the fridge.
He spun her around, watching as she made a tornado of hair and comfy clothes. He smiled at the sight, feeling his heart growing ten fold. This is what perfect felt like, he thought. Just being with her was perfect. His wonderful wife. His.
He brought her back to him, Y/n’s head resting on his toned chest. His heartbeat was steady, the way it sounded in the morning when he woke up from a deep sleep. Contentment. “I’m crazy about you, Darlin’” He whispered, kissing her temple.
“And I you, Harry. And I you.”
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This is so beautifully written! It's such a cute story too!
Eternal Sunshine of Falling in Love
summary: fluffy stuff. writer!yn and harry <3
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"As a kid I used to watch movies about falling in love and one day dreamt that I could have my turn. I dreamt about having a wedding in a castle, where my dress was a rose gold color like a princess. I didn't care about white dresses. Never did. I wanted to bend the rules.
Nonetheless, I dreamt about walking down the aisle and finding the love of my life in shiny armor. With a horse. I don't know why there was a horse, but I was a kid. I wanted there to be horses. Maybe even unicorns and if it rained on my special day, there would be a rainbow over the sky when we kissed. We could get on the unicorn and ride away into the sky and be free. Happy. Forever.
Then as I grew older, I got my heart broken a lot. The first boy I ever kissed gave me strep throat and we never talked again. I thought kisses were supposed to be romantic, but as a teenager they were awkward, and for some reason, used a lot of teeth. And most kisses tasted like the lunch we would eat in the cafeteria. It didn't meet my expectations. Not at all.
At some point I realized that life wasn't a fairy tale and I didn't focus on getting into a relationship. So much so that it was in the back of my mind. Until one day I woke up, at the age of twenty-six, with a swollen throat and teary eyes.
A sudden realization had hit me. I spent most of my life happy, yes. It was no question that my life had ups and downs, there were no secrets of that. I would say that I spent my time doing what I loved, but when my friends started to grow up...
Get married.
Have kids.
Buying houses....
I gazed around the room to see that I was the only one that was so caught up in myself that I hadn't tended to what I wanted. What I needed. Of course, I didn't need a husband, or a wife, or a partner. I didn't need any of that, but I wanted it. I wanted someone to wake up to, someone that I could make breakfast for, someone I could share showers with.
In reality, dating apps are a bust. You either get lucky or you don't. In my case, I never did. You would think that mingling in real life situations would work, just like in the movies, but it doesn't. Sometimes I fantasized about meeting someone in a bookstore. Maybe they would buy me a coffee and talk about how we had the same taste in books, but that never happened. Even if I spent a strangely amount of time in the bookstore.
Enough time that they would soon enough question if I was going to actually buy anything.
To which I would awkwardly say no, and then leave.
Love is hard to find now a days. I gave up after a while and said to myself; if it's meant to be, let it be. If not, then...so be it.
But then, that's when I met him.
Honestly, I don't even know how it happened. Looking back, it makes me laugh now. I was such a klutz around him, but he liked that about me. He liked that I was awkward, that I kept my nose in books, that I screamed about music, or how I would have dance parties in the living room by myself. He liked that I was, for lack of better words, different.
I wasn't materialistic. I've never been in my life. All I ever wanted was love, and I never fought for it until now. I've never found anything in my life that I could say I could fight for until I met him. I knew he was different whenever he would send me roses to work, or show up with mcdonald's at night.
Our relationship has never been one that is flashy, or ones that people would gawk over. We were simple. We made simple love. We had simple car rides. Even if that sounds boring to you, it wasn't to us. We were just...happy.
And before I met him....well, I couldn't really remember when I lived without him because even when I did live without him, he was still there. Somehow molding himself into memories where he never existed.
I think what I'm trying to say is...."
A loud crash came from the door behind her, jolting her shoulders up as she squealed out, eyes widened as she closed the laptop quickly. Turning her chair around, she saw her baby girl running towards her.
"Mommyyy! Look what me and Daddy has for you!!" She squealed out as she flung herself into Y/N's lap. Y/N laughed out softly with pinched brows, gazing upwards to Harry who walked in through the door with a cup of coffee.
"Mornin', lovie," Harry croaked through his sleepy voice as he held a cup of coffee tightly in his hands. She blushed softly as Harry placed a kiss to her cheek, and Y/N took the cup from his hands softly.
"Morning, I really hope I didn't wake you guys up," She sipped her coffee slowly, humming before setting it down onto the desk by her laptop, "I just felt like writing this morning."
"You didn't wake us up, mommy!" Rosie, her daughter, giggled as she hugged her mom tightly, "Actually, I woke daddy up because I wanted chocolate pancakes."
Harry chuckled softly, running a hand over Rosie's hair softly. "She wouldn't stop crying over it. Can ya believe it?"
She laughed softly, fingers tussling through Rosie's curly locks softly. "And did you get your pancakes?"
"Yep! They are downstairs! Come eat with us, mommy, pleaseeee?" Rosie pouted softly, and she couldn't resist her rosy cheeks and the way her freckles peppered along her face. Y/N couldn't believe they had such a beautiful daughter.
"Can't say no to that face, now can I?" She stood when Rosie got off her lap, "I'll race you down the stairs!"
"I'm faster, mommy!" Rosie giggled loudly as she bolted out of the room and down the hallway. Y/N stood there for a moment, eyes watery as she watched.
"Y'okay, love?" Harry's thumb brushed against her cheeks before pulling her into a slow hug, "Long morning?"
She sniffled, wrapping her arms around her husband. "No, I just love you guys so much."
Harry hummed softly, closing his eyes as he swayed them back and forth, his fingers making slow circles into her back delicately. "Baby, we love you too. We are so lucky to have you, y'know that?"
Fluttering her eyes closed, she chuckled as tears streamed down her face in pure happiness. Her heart thumped with joy only because she never truly thought that she would ever be happy. She never thought that this would be her life. But it was, and she couldn't shake the feeling. She never wanted to.
"Not you making me cry at seven in the morning..." She sniffled as she pulled out of Harry's hug, but he quickly pulled her into a kiss, not minding the wet tears that streamed down to the corners of her lips. He chuckled quietly as he kissed her soft lips over and over again, then pulled back to look at her.
"It's only true, darling," He said slowly, glancing towards the laptop out of the corner of his eye, "Take a break from writing and come downstairs, yeah?"
She smiled, wiping away her tears with the pads of her fingers. "You're right. I've been writing for a bit now. I'll be down in a second, okay?"
Harry placed another gentle kiss to her lips. "Hurry up before the pancakes get cold."
With that he disappeared, and she sat back down into her chair with her mind buzzing. She couldn't possibly think of what to finish with her post, but the only thing that came to mind was simple. Quickly, she opened up her laptop and pulled the page back up.
"I think what I'm trying to say is.... just wait. It's so worth it. :)"
"Mommy, come on!!" Rosie called from downstairs. Y/N chuckled softly, hitting 'post now' on her blog before closing the laptop.
"I'm coming, honey!"
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IMAGINE: Harry taking your son for a driving lesson
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Warnings: light swearing, mentions of car accidents, stitches
"Are you sure about this, Mum?" My son, Eddie, asked standing behind the kitchen countertop. He leaned against the edge, a weary expression plastered against his features.
I looked up from feeding Eloise. Once I saw my son's weary expression, a pang of guilt washed through me. "Yeah, Hunny. I'm sorry I can't be the first one to watch you behind the wheel, but I got Elie." My arms stretched out towards him, reaching for a hug.
After a moment, he accepted with an exasperated sigh. He hooked an arm around my shoulder. "It's just that..I don't know." He shrugged, pulling away from me.
Now it was my turn to sigh, needless spiking through my heart. "I know you don't know Harry all too well, but he's a great teacher. You know I'd teach you if I could, Ed."
Eddie's nose scrunched up and he ran a hand through his brown curls. You didn't need mother's intuition to feel the emotion that clawed through his veins. "Then tell Harry to watch Elie- you know, the kid he actually fathered."
He turned on his heel and stormed out of the kitchen, his booming steps being heard up the stairs. I felt my heart break in two, tears threatening to welt in my eyes.
The kitchen's atmosphere felt tight. I understood where Eddie was coming entirely, but it wasn't my fault his father left us. I knew it was hard having a random man you didn't know up until a few years ago walk into your life.
Truthfully, I could never imagine the amount of emotions he was feeling and that made my heart ache. My whole role as a mother was to be there for him and I fear I was doing a shit job at it.
My thoughts were interrupted by an angry baby hand, smacking at the spoon pressed between my fingers. An apology was muttered through my lips as I spooned the mushed banana-strawberry concoction into Eloise's mouth.
Eloise, Harry and I's daughter stared at me, her big green eyes boring into my soul. Definitely her father's look. This was the only thing that I hadn't missed about babies, their creepy stares without blinking. Skived me out.
I looked up at the celling, sucking my lip between my teeth. I didn't know how to properly deal with this situation. Sadly, they don't give you parenting handbooks at the hospital. They just hand you a screaming little thing and milk thousands of dollars from you, the only positive moment being able to leave that hell hole.
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About twenty minutes later, the front door opened and the sound of a bag thumping on the floor drifted over the telly.
"Da!" Eloise's yelped, hoisting herself to stand upright against the cushion, awating Harry's arrival.
A second later, Harry scrambled into the living room flaring his arms about. The sound of Eloise laughing bellowed through the first floor, making a smile stretch over my lips.
Harry ran over and scooped her up in his arms, his bright green eyes twinkling. "Hey, Monkey. You were standing like a big girl! Daddy's so proud of you!"
Elie placed her hands on his cheeks and squished his face, giggling as his face scrunched up. "Da! Da!"
He walked over by the couch, sitting Ellie in his lap across from me. His long, ivry fingers grasped her bear, and started playfully shoving it in her face. Laughter bounced off the walls. Their relationship was so pure.
It almost made me forget about the pain in my chest, knowing the boy upstairs was upset.
"Y/n, Darling?" Harry's voice rung out, concern blanketing his tone. "You look distraught, is everything all right?"
My only response was to bring my fingers to the bridge of my nose. Harry placed Eloise on the ground, telling her he'd play with her in a minute.
His arm wrapped around my shoulder, his head cocking to the side to look deeply into my eyes. I knew I couldn't lie to him. He could sniff out a lie before you could even think of one. "It's just Eddie isn't taking too kindly to you teaching him to drive today."
His thumb came up and wiped my tear away. "I get it. I could stay with Ellie for you, 'ya know I wouldn't mind." His voice was hushed, almost like Eddie was listening in.
I looked up into his eyes and shook my head. "It's not that easy, H. You guys need somewhat of a relationship."
"I know, Lovie." He leaned down and kissed the top of my head, an attempt at solace.
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Harry's Point Of View:
My knuckles wrapped on his door, a faint twinge of anxiety bubbling into my abdomen. I knew I didn't have much experience with teenagers in a situation like this, so I pray I'll have luck on my side.
The door opened, revealing a messy room and a disheveled looking boy. "Harry?" He spoke, a heavy expression slithering up his features.
"Ready to go driving, kid?" I smiled, hoping that that would give at least a small level of comfort. "I figured we could go down to the abandoned parking lot a few blocks away."
"Yeah. Give me a minute." His responses were clipped. He turned, then shut the door in my face.
I am not ready for teenage years at all. The way my mother never just threw me out for the stupid thing's I did, I'll never know.
The door opened once again and we walked down the stairs together. We walked by Y/n, who waved at us with a comforting smile along with a squee from Ellie.
"You excited?" I asked him, making our way down the driveway to my car. "We're using my car today, Ed." I smiled at him, waving my hand in a 'come hither' motion.
Eddie turned to look at the car with wide eyes, then back at me then to the car again. "You want me to use your new car for my first ever driving lesson?" He stared at me, seemingly waiting for the punch line.
"Yeah, why not?" He blinked in surprise at my nonchalantnes, but clambered his way to the car anyway.
Once we were in our respective seats, I overturned the engine. My eyes wandered over to my stepson, and nudged his arm a bit. "Did I tell you about my first driving lesson?" I asked him, peeling out of the driveway.
"No." He said, looking out of the window.
"Well, I was about nineteen- kinda late to driving, I know. But, I was going to pick up my girlfriend at the time, Taylor. I walked to her house and when I got there, she insisted we take the car and I drive." A chuckle left my lips as I remembered that day, turning down Montevideo road.
"No shit," Eddie breathed from the passenger seat, now looking in my direction.
"Yeah, man! This was our first date and she was, she…was an insanely intelligent woman with these big beautiful blue eyes. So, I was nervous as hell right off the bat." I tsked myself, shaking my head. "But, we went off to go to this new park in her car- mind you, her daddy didn't take a good liking towards me. I was a teenage dirtbag, I guess."
Eddie nodded, obviously not very interested. He hummed, an unserious look flashing in his eyes.
"Well anyways, it ended with us in the emergency room with twenty stitches because I hit the damn breaks too soon." Eddie snapped his head towards me, now listening. "But hey, you're a smart kid so you won't make the bone headed decisions I did."
"Twenty stitches? Do you have a scar?" He inquired from the seat, not even realizing we had stopped.
"I'll tell you right after this lesson, I promise." I spoke, making my way out of the car to switch seats.
About five minutes later, we were in our seats and Eddie was clutching the steering wheel for dear life. "I don't have to drive right now though, right? I like walking. Walking is cool." He shrugged, arms tightening against his side.
"Everyone has to start somewhere, Ed. It's alright to be nervous." I patted his arm, a smile flashing across my features. "Would some music help?"
"I ain't scared. But music would be alright to have in the background." He rolled his eyes, puffing his chest up.
I had to hold in a chuckle, not wanting to make it seem like I was laughing at him. My hand switched on the radio, a Kiss song flowing through the speakers. "Take your time. Just ease off the brakes and let the car roll."
His brown eyes flicked over at me, and I saw a bit of myself in him. I could see the same fear I felt all those years ago, undoubtedly trying to claw him alive.
A moment later, the car started moving slowly. The speed was about two MPH, which wasn't too slow for his first time. The car sped up a bit, then he turned the vehicle and slammed the brakes a second later. "Alright, good." My voice was steady.
"It wasn't! The back wheels weren't going the same direction the front ones were going!" He looked over at me like I grew a second head.
"See, you need to turn the wheel in the opposite direction of where you want the back end to go. If you want the ass end of your car to go right, turn the wheel left."
He nodded, laying off the gas with a quicker speed. He made left and right turns. The music definitely helped- he was adjusted to the vehicle and calmed down a bunch.
"Harry, we've been out here for like an hour." Eddie marveled, looking down at the clock on the car.
"You're right. Wanna turn in for the night?" I asked him, glancing over my shoulder.
"Yeah." He nodded, putting the car in reverse. "Hey Harry?" He asked, looking over at me.
"Yeah, Ed?" I asked, looking at him.
"Do you have a scar?" He asked, eyes turning into slits.
"Yeah, I do actually." I lifted up a loose curl on my temple, to reveal a small patch of skin a shade darker than the rest. "It ain't much, but at the time it was bitchin'"
Edward laughed, marveling at the scar. "It's cool, actually." His voice was quiet. He cleared his throat and jumped out of the car, wanting to get back home.
I wouldn't lie and say it didn't feel good to have time with him and connect, because it felt absolutely amazing. I looked at Edward as my own, even if that wasn't true. I'd take a bullet for him.
Once again, after a minute we were on the road again. The houses whizzed past us as we bobbed our heads to the light music playing in the background. "Oh, and Harry?" Edward asked.
"Yeah?" I nodded, stopping at the red light.
"I wouldn't mind you teaching me again, you're not too bad."
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