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serenestyles · 6 months

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Pick me up.

Warnings- alcohol consumption, pet names and that's it really. Please let me know if I missed anything.

Summary- You and Harry haven't seen each other in a while, you're both head over heels for each other but neither of you will acknowledge it. You give him a call and he picks you up on his way home.

A/N- This is based on the unreleased song 'Pick me up' because its been stuck in my head for absolutely ages. This took me forever to write, I don't know why. I'm British so we use 'realised' instead of 'realized' etc. This piece is absolutely awful in my opinion but, nevertheless. I hope you enjoy :)

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You sighed as you scrolled through your contacts on your phone, desperately trying to find his name. You and Harry hadn’t seen much of each other in the past few weeks. God, it was nearly a month. You were swamped with work and found yourself working late at the office almost every day. Harry was spending all of his time either in the studio, writing, at the gym or resting. He was exhausted from touring and you knew and respected that.

You finally found his name in your contacts, Harry with a little pink flower emoji next to it. You smiled as you remembered the day you had changed his contact name to that. He had brought you some pretty pink tulips and taken you to the studio to play you demos of some songs that he had been working on (which had you smiling about it ear to ear for weeks).

It was a Friday night and you had nothing better to do than lie on your bed and think about the man you so desperately wanted to be with. Your thumb hovered above his name. You contemplated pressing on it for a second until you finally took a deep breath and tapped it. You held the phone to your ear, listening to the first ring. You really weren’t too sure if he was going to pick up or not, you just laid there and hoped for the best. The second ring sounded through your ears, then the third and then the fourth. You were just about to lose hope until halfway through the fifth ring, you heard his voice.

“Hi sweetheart.” A smile graced your lips as a picture of him with his phone to his ear, leaning against the wall with a small smirk on his face popped into your thoughts.

“Hi Harry. I’m sorry I haven’t called much recently. I’ve been rushed off my feet.” The feeling of guilt washed over your body.

“Don’t apologise. I'm always working, it’s a problem but I stopped as soon as I saw your name pop up on my phone.” Harry let out a breathy chuckle. “I wasn’t expecting a call but, uh, what are you doing right now?” He asked.

“In all honesty, I’m doing absolutely nothing. I was calling to see when you were next free. I’ve missed you.” The last party was said sheepishly compared to the rest of the sentence.

“I’ve missed you too, love. But lucky for you, I’ve just wrapped some things up in the studio so I’ll pick you up on the way home. You can stay at mine tonight.” Harry sounded certain on that and who were you to contradict? The last part of the phone call was a rush, you said something along the lines of ‘Okay, thank you. See you soon H.’ and then you both said your goodbyes.

As soon as the line went dead, you jumped out of bed. You practically ran over to your wardrobe and pulled the doors open to find something to quickly throw on and grab some things to throw into your overnight bag. You didn’t have to worry about grabbing a toothbrush because you already kept one at Harry’s house. You settled for a pair of leggings and a grey slogan printed sweatshirt to wear since it was quite chilly outside. It was simple but it made you look cute. Harry had always said that you pulled off anything that you wore.

You waited by the door for a text from Harry to tell you that he was outside. Your nerves had you tapping your foot and running your fingers through your hair. Why were you nervous? It wasn’t as if this was your first time going to Harry’s House. Your phone vibrated in your hand and his name lit up your phone screen. The text read ‘I’m outside. Ready when you are x’. You took one deep breath and walked outside. You saw his car and he turned his head to look at you. He smiled. You swore that you could faint any time you saw that smile. You locked your door and jogged down the steps in front of your house and towards his car.

After shutting the passenger door and clipping your seat belt in, you felt the air become thicker. You two made small talk and spoke about things that had happened in the time that you hadn’t seen each other. It was then that you realised how seriously busy he had been.

“You didn’t have to come and get me tonight you know. You could’ve told me how busy you were! I know I said I wanted to see you but I could’ve waited for a few days.” You felt awful. You wished he’d told you to wait until he actually had a free day and had at least taken time to give himself some rest. A smirk tugged at his mouth. “It was my choice to come and get you wasn’t it? It's been a while, that's okay though. Let's be honest, you called me and said you missed me. Of course I wanted to see you as soon as possible so I picked you up. Your house is basically on my way home anyway.” At that point, you questioned why you hadn’t made it official yet. You both so clearly wanted each other.

You had both silently decided that you were each others after that night that you met. It had been casual for months since then. Neither of you had been with anyone else. You were basically together, you kept a toothbrush at his house, you would spend every night at one of your houses when you were both free and you would buy each other little gifts here and there but neither of you had actually made it official yet. You seriously wondered why but now wasn’t the time to bring it up.

Before long, you found yourself at the familiar door of Harry’s house. Excitement bubbled in your stomach at knowing that in moments you would finally be embraced by the home-y smell and feeling of his home that made you feel at ease instantly once again.

As you walked in, you took your bag from off of your shoulder and placed it down. Harry walked into his kitchen and leant on the kitchen island, the open plan of his house still allowing him to see you putting your bag down and taking yourself over to him.

You leant on your elbows at the opposite side of the island to him. You looked into his eyes. “Hi.” He said softly, his eyes creasing with a wide smile on his face. That smile. You were thankful that you were leaning on something that would hold your weight because your legs were honestly about to give out. That man made you so weak and he knew it. He just didn’t know to what extent.

You two talked. About what? Literally anything and everything. Once Harry had cracked open a bottle of the red wine that he knew you especially liked, you two couldn’t stop chit-chatting.

You started by reminiscing the times you had been out on little dates and how he had always brought you a bouquet of flowers when he showed up at your door to come and get you. Then the pair of you moved on to talk about all the random things that happened whilst you hadn’t seen each other. And then you let it slip that you’d had multiple fans ask you if you and Harry were a couple when you attended multiple of his shows. He didn’t really ask what you had said in response and had only just given you a smile sweeter than one you had seen all night whilst he let his gaze linger on you for longer than it usually did. From then on, you were too tipsy to recall most of what you had said.

The next thing you remembered was waking up the next morning in Harry’s bed with him. Your limbs were tangled around one another and he had you pulled against him in a tight hug. “Jesus.” you rasped. You saw Harry shift under you and heard him let out a breathy chuckle as you noticed the two nearly empty glasses of wine with the empty bottle of wine stood next to it on the bedside table. “We don’t need any more of that wine any time soon. We need water.” You stated matter-of-factly. When Harry opened his mouth to react, his phone started to vibrate. It wasn’t doing anything to help the great pounding in both of your heads. He frantically scrambled about to find the device whilst groaning at the ache that his entire body felt. “My mother’s calling.” He threw his head back as if he was in realisation of something. “Shit. It's Gemma’s birthday tomorrow and I forgot to pick up the cake that she ordered. I was meant to be there at ten” He swiped to answer Anne’s phone call and let himself fall back against the soft, plush pillows of his bed. You glanced at the clock on his bedside table. It was eleven o’clock already.

You raised yourself up slowly as Harry started speaking and decided to clear away the glasses and bottle of wine that the pair of you have left in the bedroom and tidy up any other mess you two had made throughout the night and into the early morning.

As you had finished cleaning the glasses that you had used and put them away, Harry emerged from his room. He looked unreal. You adored the sleepy smile on his face, the way his locks were all tousled and how his shirtless muscles flexed as he stretched his arms. He made his way over to you and started to speak in a sweet and audible mumble “I need to get ready and go m’love.” All he saw was how you looked over to him, poorly hiding the disappointment behind your eyes. He didn’t even need you to speak. He laced his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your head. “I know sweetheart. I know. I would rather spend most of the day here with you but I’ve got to go get that cake and then I’ve got a meeting at one and after that I’m going to Mum’s house.” You inhaled deeply and took in his scent. It puzzled you how he always smelt good. “When are you free again?” The sadness of your voice was slightly less prominent than you expected. However, you knew that he was a busy man and you were so grateful that he still made time for you.

He unhooked his arms from you and stepped back so he could see you. “I don’t know, if I’m honest.” He sounded guilty and god, did you hate that. You looked up at him with a smile in an attempt to rid him of his tone. “That's okay. I understand. You’re a busy man H.” He looked down at you and his eyes lit up as if he had had an idea.

“Listen, I’m going to have an insane couple of weeks. I’ve got a load of shit to take care of but after I’ve finished it I’ll take a month off.” You went to protest but he silenced you before words left your mouth by placing both hands on your cheeks. “Don’t try and persuade me otherwise with your little ‘I’d feel awful’ thing. I want to take a month off and I want to spend every single day with you. Hell, I’ll take the rest of my days off if it means being with you” That man would be the death of you, you were sure of it.

You met his eyes and yours lit up to match his. “Are you sure? You know how awful I’d feel and you’ll be swamped with so much shit to get done once you’ve had your time off.” You were so very clearly happy yet you still couldn’t stop yourself from rambling. Harry laughed. He fucking laughed. You stood there, mouth agape. “I was trying to warn you about how busy you’ll be when you get back to work, you dick.” He laughed again as he watched you shake your head and fight a smirk.

“I couldn’t care less about how busy I’ll be when I get back to work. I just want to spend time with you. I wasn’t laughing about you being concerned either, I just couldn’t help myself when you went on a rant. You are not going to convince me that this isn’t a good idea, okay?” You nodded in response with a massive grin like a Cheshire cat.

You stood embracing each other for a few more minutes before you went and got a shower and Harry cleaned up the remains of the mess. The shower was refreshing and eased the pain in your head slightly. You changed into the clothes that you’d packed into your bag last night and made your way into the kitchen again.

Harry had just headed for his shower. You sat yourself on one of the chairs situated around the island and patiently waited for him whilst checking your notifications that you’d missed. You’d had 12 texts from your best friend. Fuck. She definitely thought you were dead and you had some major explaining to do.

Harry emerged from his bedroom in a coral suit with a black button down underneath. Oh, he looked good. “Let me get you home angel.” He smirked before adding “You look good in that outfit y’know.” The blush that spread across your cheeks after was so prominent that you almost felt embarrassed.

You gathered your things with his help and you both made your way to his car. You were almost disheartened to be going home, you craved more time with Harry but you knew that you didn’t have to wait too long until you had a month with him all to yourself. The drive was spent mostly in comfortable silence filled with the radio with the occasional little words between you .

The car came to a halt and you realised that you were home. You looked over to Harry. “Thank you Har, I’ve really missed you.” He beamed at you.“I’ve missed you too, I seriously have. I promise I’ll give you a call tonight.” He leant in to you and closed the gap between your mouths. It was a short peck yet was filled with emotion. You pulled back coyly. “Bye darling.” He beamed, once again. You said goodbye, grabbing your bag and exiting the car. You turned around and gave him a little wave. He returned it with a wink. You couldn’t comprehend how he kept getting more and more attractive to you as you spent more time with him. You unlocked your door as he drove off. When you entered your house, thoughts of him swam around your head.

You were utterly obsessed with him and you really didn’t know what to do about it.

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mulledcherrywine · 1 year

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Sea View

summary: the sun makes you sleepy

a/n: in a summer mood and I love some summer harry content <3

August was by far your favorite month of the year - warm nights, perfect weather and just endless days of lying out in the sunshine.

Living in London with Harry most of the year meant you spent a lot of time in the rain. Which of course, you didn’t mind at all, but when summer hit you missed California like crazy. You’d been counting down the days until you’d be back on the PCH again, in Harry’s little yellow car, the bright golden sun just beaming down on your face with the music high. Now, it was finally here.

“Y’have the blanket, baby?” Harry called ahead to you, locking up the car.

“Mmhm!” you nodded, already nearing the middle of the beach.

It was mid-week and incredibly early, so the usually hectic summer crowd was pretty much non-existent.

Harry jogged slightly to catch up to where you were.

“Hold this f’me, lovie?” he said, holding out his Pleasing tote bag, “I’ll lay it out”

You took the massive mesh bag from his hand, trading it to him for the blanket.

He waved it out over the white sand and made sure it was free of any little grains.

You crashed yourself down, putting your sunglasses on slowly so you could lie on your back. You could feel the heat on your raw skin already, feeling the pre-tan already forming.

Harry’s figure still stood above you, sorting out his things before sitting down. He took off his vintage ringer tee, text reading ‘Hollywood Sound’ spread colorfully across. He put his yellow sunglasses back on and laid next to you, the black of his ink glowy in the sunshine.

He let out a sigh and put his hands behind his head, lying back. After a few deep breaths, he turned to you.

“Are y’happy?”

“Completely”

You reached a hand to his cheek, moving over to kiss him lightly.

You moved downward to lie your head on his chest, already warm from the sun. You closed your eyes softly and let yourself fall into a languid state.

You felt his hand take to the back of your hair, a couple cold spots from his rings clear against you. His hand traveled across your head and earned a hum of lull from you.

“Y’know I looked forward to this, like, all year” he spoke lowly, letting you hear the words move against his chest.

“I did too, was practically counting down by May”

“May, god, that feels like fucking ages ago”

“I know! And to think it’ll be September in only a few weeks now”

“Gonna be half way across the world by then, aren’t we?”

You’d drifted off by now, a combination of Harry’s hold and the sunshine putting you out right away.

“Lovie?” Harry said, “Are ya’ asleep?” His grip tightened lightly around your shoulder. Once he notices you were out, he moved a piece of your hair from your face over your shoulder.

“G’night then” he spoke again and kissed the top of your head, closing his own eyes as he laid back down.

Before long, the both of you were passed out on the sand, put to sleep by the sound of California surf.

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cinemastyles-backup · 7 months

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Golden

Summary: Harry invites y/n to where they're filming his Golden music video and things get steamy

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, semi public sex, fingering, unprotected sex, fluffy filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

HS1 HARRY

I look around, still in the most absolute awe about where Harry brought me.

Amalfi Coast in Italy.

It's absolutely beautiful, but I gotta say, there's just one things that absolutely tops it.

And that's Harry.

I rest my chin in my hands as I watch Harry lean up against some rocks for some photos. His arms are crossed and he's wearing this adorable yellow hat with floral print pants.

He looks amazing. Tanned and tattooed. The sun gleaming on him at just the right angles, fuck.

He gets me so turned on without even trying, and he knows it too.

He glances over at me and smirks slightly. He gives me a thumbs up and tilts his head. I nod and smile, giving him a thumbs up back.

He smiles and goes back to looking at the camera, glancing over at me every once and a while.

Eventually, they wrap up the photo session, and Harry walks over to me, "Hey."

"Hey." I stand up and look up at him, "How was your shoot?"

He smiles and shrugs, "Good." He holds his hand out, "I want to show you something."

I take his hand, "Okay." I smile and look down at my hand in his, "Where are we going?"

He looks over at me and smiles, "Just come on."

Harry never let's go of my hand once the whole time we talk to where he's taking me.

"Here we are." He motions, "This was one of the spots I shot my video at and the whole time.." he chuckles slightly, "I kept thinking about bringing you here."

I smile and I can feel my cheeks getting red, "Oh, wow. It's.." I look out at the gorgeous colored water, "It's beautiful." He steps in front of me, "I knew you'd like it."

I look up at him and he cups my cheeks, "Thank you for coming with me."

I lay a hand on his, "I wouldn't have missed this for anything."

He leans in and gently presses his lips to mine, "Want to go for a swim?"

I nod, "Yes."

He takes off his pants, surprisingly having short on underneath, "Smart." I say with a laugh as I lift my tank top over my head.

His eyes flicker over my body and up to my eyes, "Yeah, well, with shooting here and there. I just-" He laughs, "I guess it was smart."

I kick my shorts off and cross my arms over my stomach, my insecurities getting the best of me. Harry walks over and gently touches my arms with his hands, "You don't ever have to cover up around me."

He kisses my forehead and gently pulls my arms away, "You're absolutely stunning, love."

I let my arms drop and I smile shyly, "Thank you." I whisper quietly.

He tilts my chin up and kisses my lips, "Are you afraid of heights?"

I tilt my head, "Huh?"

"Have you ever been cliff jumping?" He continues to stare at me and I slowly shake my head, "No."

"Do you want to?"

I nod my head, trying my best to not show how scared shitless I just got.

He tilts his head, "Are you sure? We do-"

I cut him off, "No I want to." I laugh slightly, "I've always wanted to." He kisses my head and grabs my hand, "Well only go to the small jump first."

He leads me up the path to the first cliff and I slowly look over, "This is a small jump?"

He laughs slightly and shrugs, "Yeah, I guess so."

I take a deep breathe and grip his hand tighter, "Can you jump with me?" He nods and pulls me close to him, "Of course I can. Whenever you're ready, y/n."

I close my eyes and take a deep breathe again, "Okay."

"When we jump, keep your legs straight, okay?" He walks me up to the edge and interlocks his fingers with mine, "You can do it! I'll be right there with you."

I smile and nod, "One, two, three, jump. Okay?"

"Okay. You count off."

I start to count and next thing I know I'm in the air, going down to the water. I let out a scream and hold my breathe before we hit the water.

I start to panic because i let go of Harry's hand and now I can't find him.

I come up to the surface and calm down, spinning in circles looking for Harry.

He swims up behind me and wraps and arm around my waist, "Hey. Hey. I'm right here."

I spin around and wrap my arms around his neck, "That was.. exhilarating." I laugh, "I can't believe I did that."

He smiles at me, "You sure did, come on let's go to the more shallow end." He swims us over to the rocks and stands up, the water just below his shoulders.

"Thank you for making me do that." I swim closer to him, "I wouldn't have done that if you weren't with me."

He smiles and holds his arm out, "You did it." I walk over to him and he lifts me off the ground, his arm tight around my waist.

I bite my lip and gently trace his tattoos on his arm, "You know.." I look up at him and he slowly looks over at me, "What?"

"We could.. go back to the hotel.. and you can help me relieve all the sexual frustration you caused me today."

"Sexual frustration?" He smirks, "I was just-"

"Exactly." I glance up at him and slowly slide my hand across his chest, "Seeing you.. be you.. it's enough for me t-"

He pushes his lips against mine, kissing me with passion. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

He slides a hand down between our bodies and slips it into my suit bottoms, his finger toys with my clit and I gasp against his lips.

He walks us up and sets me down. He lays his pants out for me to lay on, "Here so the rocks don't scratch your back."

I smile and lean up to kiss him. I sit down and he leans down, slowly laying me back as he moves above me, "That okay?"

I nod and cup his face, "Perfect."

He bites his lip and his hand goes back down to slip inside my suit bottoms, sliding his two fingers up and down my slit.

I bite my lip and close my eyes, moaning as he slips them inside. I arch my back and grip his arm as he slowly pumps them in and out, "That feel good?" He asks lowly.

I open my eyes and nod, "Yes." I breathe out, "So good."

He leans down and kisses my neck, I search for the hand of his shorts and untie them. I slip my hand in and gently squeeze his cock.

Quiet groans escape Harry's lips, "Fuck."

I gasp and clench around his fingers, "H-Harry."

He nods, "Go ahead, baby."

I cum around his fingers and dig my heels into the rock below me, "Shit."

He takes his fingers out and brings them up to my lips. Before he says anything, I wrap my lips around them and he watches in awe.

He pulls them out and reaches down to slip my bottoms off. I take my hand from his shorts and lift myself up slightly. He sets them aside and takes his shorts off, getting back on top of me

"I don't have anything, do you still want to?" He asks looking at me.

I nod, "It'll be okay." I smile, "I trust you."

He nods and positions himself. He moans as he slides inside of me. I gasp and dig my nails into his arm, "Fuck, Harry."

He leans down and kisses me as he thrusts slowly, "You feel so good." He whispers, "You look so beautiful."

I smile and bite my lip as I wrap and arm around his neck, enjoying every second of how good Harry makes me feel.

Our lips move in sync as he slides his cock in and out, in and out.

We share moans and gasps and I whimper as I can feel him fucking me to my orgasm. I moan and tangle my fingers in his hair.

He moans as I tug, "Shit, y/n."

I clench around him and I let out a loud moan. His thrust become slower before he pulls out, releasing onto my stomach.

He pants and shakes his head, "Fuck."

I lay there, trying to calm myself down as my chest rapidly rises and falls.

Sex with Harry is always great, but that, that was more.

"Here, you can just use these." He picks up the other pant leg and gently wipes my stomach off. I grab him before he goes to pull away and I press my lips against his, "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For loving me the way you do."

He smiles and brushes hair from my face, "You don't have to thank me for that." He kisses me and hands me my bottoms, "Let's go back to the hotel."

He winks and I smile, knowing that it's going to be a long, but love filled night.

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pop-punklouis · 3 months

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#if the rumors are true about hs4 #which im still just. vibing about i dont have an opinion here or there #BUT if they are #i really do hope he delves more into the rock scene #imo hs1 is his best record when it comes to seeing his long-term potential #and fine line features elements of rock that was prevalent in hs1 #i just think harry's stage persona and interests work so well under the rock umbrella #his voice and writing style would perform so well in the genre after having three other albums under his belt #like hes won the grammys hes won the brits #hes done residencies #hes done practically everything he can in the pop sphere #lets see him return to his roots since he has nothing to 'prove' anymore as a solo artist #he can just experiment and howl and write freaky lil lyrics and have killer guitar solos #give me all the glamrock elements #please

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hstylestuff · 2 months

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harryssattelitestomper · 11 months

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Secret relationship (Italy edition)

Faceclaim: Emilia Silberg

AN: hscox94 is Harry's secret account, and bunnyy/n is your secret account.

Y/Ninstagram story:

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Y/Ninstagram First night in Italy 🇮🇹🍷

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Ynfan83 that pasta looks si good!

Yourfriend Have fun and take lots of pics!

-Y/Ninstagram I will don’t worry! ☺️

Harryfan01 why did gemma like this?

-harryfab84 its probs just one of her friends

Y/N's private instagram:

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bunnyY/N Ready to go to the farmers market

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annetwist have fun lovelies! Can't wait to see you guys soon❤️

-BunnyY/N can't wait to see you anne

gemmastyles Take me with you next time!

-bunnyY/N let's ditch h next time

-hscox94 heeeeey xx

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Y/Ninstagram wanna play mermaids?

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ynfan18 YES I DO

harryfan47 okay now anne liked her post do you think she and harry are daiting?

-harryfan19 i don't think so, i mean he hasn't been papped with her

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hscox94 Look at her😍

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BunnyY/N stooooopp

annetwist my beautiful soon to be daughter-in-law😍

gemmastyles 😍😍😍

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annetwist Glad to visit my baby boy on his vacay in Italy!

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harryfan92 omg @Y/Ninstagram is also in Italy

-harryfan16 yeah! but i dont think theyre there together

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harryflorals HARRY SEEN MAKING OUT WITH A GIRL IN ITALY! via harryfan97

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harryfan95 okay that is def @Y/Ninstagram

-harryfan8 oh for sure!

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harryupdates YN TAKING A PIC WITH FANS IN ITALY. They said she was with Harry! via ynfan06

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harryfan6 I KNEW SHE AND HARRY WERE TOGETHER

Y/Ns private instagram

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BunnyY/N Dinner with babes

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annetwist looks lovely!

hscox94 Oh i look good

-BunnyY/N uhuh yeah sure

harryfan66 OMFG

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harryflorals HARRY FROM YNs PRIVATE INSTAGRAM! Looks like Harry also has a private instagram account @hscox94

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harryfan28 OMG I KNEW IT

harryfan18 yall have no idea what PRIVATE means

harryfan96 i feel so bad for them and especially YN since she got her private hacked :/

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harryupdates MORE OF HARRY AND YN IN ITALY

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harryfan92 they look so good together😩

harryfan42 THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE

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harrystyles my beautiful fiance😍

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harryfan1 FIANCE

annetwist my beautiful daughter-in-law 🥰

-Y/Ninstagram love u anne

harryfan07 WAIT if she's his fiance then how long have they been together?!!

Y/Ninstagram love you bubs🥰

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whitemancumslut · 1 year

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Open

short concept requested by anonymous <3

warnings switch!harry, sub!reader, dom!zayn, open-relationship

Y/n had been staring down the individual that had stood there on his second beer now. Gulping, she bit her lip, unintentionally. Her mind going places it shouldn’t with her man right beside her.

Y/n was staring at that man, discreetly, at least she thought, her glances weren’t noticeable. Harry couldn’t lie if he didn’t stare at the man as well. The thought of having that man bend him over and fuck him on front of Y/n hit him many times in the moment.

Harry’s lip quirked up into a smirk, when he came to the conclusion… he couldn’t blame his girlfriend. The man was fairly attractive.

Really attractive.

He doesn’t know what motivates him more, maybe it’s the slight jealousy, or the thought of him being destroyed by such, but he excuses himself from the table making his way over to the bar. Y/n couldn’t tell what was going on but her gaze on the man was broken when Harry came in front of her view.

Realizing how long she’s been staring down the man, she grew hot. Squeezing her thighs together as the man took a swipe of the liquor in his glass. She saw Harry slide his way over towards the direction of the male she’s been eye-fucking.

Harry raised his hand up calling the bartender over.

All Y/n could see is Harry holding up two fingers up and glare at the other man whose smirking at Harry. Hair of a prince, the man was slightly shorter than Harry, tatted sleeves up his arm and some leading to his neck.

Harry’s words were mute but everyone’s attention went to Harry.

Time gave itself at least 15 minutes of talking and there stood her man kissing another man.

Jaws dropped.

Gasp and curses of shock were echoed over the music that echoed through the bar. Y/n’s breath came to a halt, wasn’t afraid to admit she was oddly turned on by this encounter. Her mouth stayed agape and her breath hitched.

The man had his large palms holding Harry’s waist, and one on his jaw sinking lower to his neck, whilst his lips sucked on Harry’s lower one. Harry’s hands wrapped around the man’s neck and back arched to the friction that shot through his body. Harry did not expect this from the man. The man was radiating strong deceitful energy that made him melt into his arms instantly.

The kiss was slow, hard. Tongues brushed past each other for a brief moment before the two broke away, catching their uneven breaths. His friends didn’t know how to react in the moment. Everyone saw Harry slip his digits in to the phone that was passed to him.

Smirking, Harry tilts his head in your direction to stare into your eyes. Chugging his alcohol like water he turns his attention back to the tatted man whose now stuck to his hip.

"Why’d you kiss that man, Daddy?" Y/n questioned as Harry tied her up to the chair in their room.

"Is this too tight? Is it good?" He ignored her whiny voice, focusing on the ties on her ankles and wrist. Tugging on them making sure she wouldn’t be able to break.

"It feels fine, but Daddy-"

"No," He scolded. "You were staring that man down like you wanted him to dick you down. Am I wrong? Tell me, because what I saw wasn’t an innocent look, baby. And you know it. You wanted him to do bad things to you, is that right?"

Y/n’s mouth went dry as Harry gave the rope one last tug.

Before she could reply, the bell had rung. Both of their heads shot up, the sound lingering for a while. "I’ll be back," He told her walking out the bedroom.

Who could be ringing the doorbell that this time at night?

Y/n’s jaw departs. Zayn entered their bedroom, trailing behind Harry. Zayn doesn’t get time to examine the room and even acknowledge Y/n’s presence before Harry crashed his lips onto his, moaning into his mouth the moment Zayn’s hands touched him.

Y/n’s mouth watered.

Harry kissed Zayn passionately, full of hunger and lust. Zayn’s large hands rested on his sides as Harry pulls away. "She’s going to sit here and watch. Is that okay?"

Zayn’s head turns to Y/n who looked completely defeated. A smirk spreads across Zayn’s handsome face, "Oh, was someone misbehaving?" Zayn teased.

"Yes. Little whore, couldn’t take her eyes off of you. Wanting you to fucking destroy her… I just thought she could watch as you do those exact things to me," Harry kept his gaze on her leaning back in to kiss the man in front of him. Zayn let his eyes flutter shut but immediately moves his hand on Harry’s jaw, applying slight pressure to pry it open. His tongue filled the hole, swooping in so swiftly. Harry moaned in the kiss, getting completely lost. His eyes fluttered shut when Zayn began guiding him to the bed behind him.

Y/n watched as Zayn’s jaw clenched and roughly took Harry’s face in between his fingers. His fingers pressing his cheekbones, forcing him to look at him. Trying to shake her way out of the ties, defeating herself knowing it was so use. Harry tied it tight enough, learning his lesson when you escaped last time.

Harry moaned wrapping his lips around Zayn’s tongue, allowing the man to back him up towards their bed. Harry’s hands flew up to Zayn’s neck and slide back to rest on his shoulder blades. His tongue colliding with his, reaching it as far as he could inside, before Zayn deepened the kiss.

Harry’s eyes open wide, completely shocked by the hardness of the kiss. Zayn pulls away, teeth harshly sliding off Harry’s bottom lip, it hurt, but he liked it.

"On bed," Zayn demanded. Tapping Harry’s bum lightly making him giggle like a little school girl, Y/n’s thighs closed as she grinded herself against the chair, being turned on by the dark cloud of submissive that hit her boyfriend before.

Harry’s big doe eyes stayed glued to Zayn’s. Filled with passion and lust, his pupils darkened, backing up towards the large white cottoned bed behind him, he fell back, adjusting himself so he could watch Zayn hover over him. Not taking his eyes off him, Zayn adjusts himself between his thighs, "Fuck," Y/n hissed out. Tears brimmed her eyes, "Daddy, please, I-" Y/n felt so left out but so turned on.

Her pleads were cut off by the sight of Zayn taking off his shirt. Both Harry and Y/n’s eyes nearly popped out of their heads when Zayns bare skin is exposed. With tattoos covering his chest and collarbones, he began leaning his body down and Harry wrapping his legs around Zayns back. Reaching up for his face, Harry takes him closer, having his cock rub against his ass. "O-oh, my," Harry gasped.

His mouth falls open when Zayn adjusted himself so where his clothed hard-on cock brush against Harry’s. A whimper leaves both Harry and Y/n’s lips, "So fucking hot," Zayn praised. "You gon’ take my cock," Zayn instructed. "Understood, yeh?"

"Yes-"

"Yes, sir," He corrected. Both Y/n and Harry’s stomach turned at the dominance in his deep accented voice.

A hot tear rolled down Y/n’s cheek, wishing she could enjoying this just as much as Harry was.

Harry cleared his throat, "Yes. Yes, sir." He corrected himself, getting up on his knees, watching Zayn take off his jeans, Harry began to take his own off as well.

Harry rested in his briefs, his bum sitting on the back of his feet as Zayn stripped all the way.

Leaving the couple drooling.

Y/n’s eyes rolled down the art on his bare legs, tattoos printed all over the man’s body. Cutting the attention on his tattoos short-Zayn’s hard cock slapped against his stomach, twitching before settling. His cocky stuck with a strong prominent vein, the length making Y/n groan.

Before Harry could have a moment to process, Zayn roughly takes the back of his head, tangling Harry’s right curls in his fingers guiding him to his cock. Harry pushes himself ahead of Zayn’s grip and lets the large length slide into his mouth.

"Fucking whore," Zayn scoffed, swallowing the moan that he was afraid would hover over his dominance. Harry begins to suck harder, creating a prominent dent in his cheeks. Looking up at the tatted man above him as he takes the back of his head and shoved him down in his length until his tip hit the back his throat.

Letting the weight of Zayn’s thick cock rest of on the base of his tongue.

Harry’s eyes brim with tears and his breath become uneven.

"Take it."

"Breathe through your nose, pretty. Just like that."

"Harder, baby," Harry does Zayn says and sucks harder. Going up and down his shaft moaning around him, Y/n cried out, "C-Can I try? Please, please, sir, I’m a good girl, I promise," The pleading was music is both of their ears. Zayn looks over at Y/n who had gave up on the breaking away, knowing it was useless and began crying and pleading.

"You want to try, huh?"

Harry forces himself off the cock, disobeying the force of Zayn’s hand on the back of his head, leaving a line of salvia falling from his lip. "No, sir. She doesn’t deserve it, she’s been a fucking whore all nigh-"

"Shut up," Zayn growls. Gripping the back of Harry’s head and shoving him back down on his length. Harry gags around the thick shaft, tears spilling from his eyes.

"You shouldn’t be talking, that right love? Being such a fucking cock slut, am I right," Zayn taunts Harry as he shoves his down so his nose feels the pricks of hair on his pelvis. Both Y/n and Zayn watch Harry shake his head defeatedly against his skin. "That’s what I thought."

Harry’s hair is tightly gripped in between Zayn’s large fingers before Zayn tugs him off his cock, leaving a whimper escaping his pretty pink lips. "Untie her," He demanded.

Harry’s dominance flew out the window.

He scurried off the bed and to his girlfriend. Y/n’s leg shake as Harry begins to untie the knots that held her hands together.

Behind them, Zayn jerked himself lightly watching Harry quickly take off the rope.

Y/n gasps when it slide off her hands and Harry helps her up. "Take ye’ clothes off," Zayn said. "Bare, both of you."

Y/n strips to nothing and Harry takes of his briefs. His hard cock, so thick and long, leaking precum.

They both stand their waiting for instructions. "You," Zayn points to Y/n and used a ‘come hither’ motion with his digits. Y/n crawls onto the bed, in front of his cock.

Before she could think, just as he did Harry, he shoved her down on his length. Halfway, guiding her through, Y/n took as much as she can before he can take more control. Harry’s chest rises up and down, the anticipation of what his instructions would be. Y/n looks up through he lashes to see Zayns reach down to wipe the spit off her bottom lip. "Love," He calls Harry.

AUTHOR’S NOTE

shit fuck where do i start? i havent posted in so long and i’m so so sorry. i’ve had a really sad long week and it’s really hard because all im focused on is work and i can hardly have time to fill in the request yall bring in. but now im back, spam the request again!! they bring me inspo and light. love u:)!

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defective-and-effective · 6 months

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What do I want to write you a song, you could start a cult, fine line, defenceless, don’t let it break your heart, from the dining table, if I could fly, still, this town, and fools gold all have in common? The vocals literally send me to another plane of existence

#I need these songs injected into my bloodstream #louis tomlinson #one direction #harry styles #niall horan #larry stylinson #hs1 #fine line album #harry’s house #flicker niall horan #walls louis tomlinson #four album #made in the am

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thelionhkinggqueen · 7 months

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Harry's AI pics 🧚‍♀️ (btw these are only the tiniest display of my imaginations😭)

🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷💌💌💌💌💌

#harry styles #harries #one direction #harry's house #harry styles hs1 #fine line album #harry styles imagine #live on tour #harry styles fluff #hs lot #ai #as it was #aesthetic #art

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womanhrry · 2 months

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WOMAN + HARRY STYLES

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enchantingharmonyperfection · 6 months

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#harry styles #Harry different eras #one direction #british artist #art #music #singer #hs1 album #love on tour #on stage #so gorgeous #my collage #my edit #i love him

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bigtoeniall · 6 months

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hs1 aesthetic <3

#harry styles layouts #harry styles #harrys house #onedirection #harry styles hs1 #hs1 #hs1 album #hs1era #hs1 supremacy #hs1 tour #Spotify

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musicforcinemas · 10 months

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don't be a stranger. (prologue)

A/N: Finally putting this out lol. The ending is kinda wack I suck at ending things. Please be nice I'm new to writing on tumblr :))

WORD COUNT: 1600

SUMMARY: Evelyn and Harry were best friends and lost touch after Harry's X-factor audition. After being no contact for years, Harry finally makes a move and Evelyn doesn't know what to do.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Ever since they could remember, Harry and Evelyn spent all their time together, whether they were at school, at home or on a trip, they were always together. You didn’t see one without the other. They were inseparable, two peas in a pod.

Until Harry’s world was turned upside down when he and 4 other teenage boys were put into a band and Harry left home for what everyone thought would be no longer than 12 weeks but ended up being longer than planned.

Harry promised Evelyn that he would keep in contact with her but slowly the contact between them became more and more minimal until it was non-existent and the two of them were strangers to one another - something they had promised they would never become.

Evelyn grew up, went through school, worked at the bakery and hung out at Harry’s house, just without Harry. She missed him a lot, so much it sometimes felt like a piece of her was ripped away and she couldn’t do anything but cry all day, but she never said anything because she didn’t think it was normal to miss someone that much.

She eventually got used to the sadness that filled her body whenever someone mentioned him and moved on - somewhat - and though the wound of him not communicating slowly healed, she still felt an ache in her chest when she heard that he was out with friends, something she had once been.

She got accepted into her dream school and lived the life she had dreamed about with Harry when they were young. She had a heavy feeling in her heart when she moved into her dorm, without Harry there to help her unpack. She kept that heavy feeling for a while, it bothered her until she learned to accept that she had to live with it.

Harry missed her too, just as much as she missed him, but was too scared to reach out in fear that she would yell at him for not keeping in contact with her - which he completely deserved - and would tell him she hated him. So, he never said anything, ignoring the pain he felt whenever his family would bring the girl up, begging him to talk to her and bring her back to the family.

Evelyn graduated from university and started making music, not any that she was going to release to the public because she was terrified of what the internet had to think about her. Music just for herself, and Harry. She mostly worked with smaller artists, producing and writing for them.

Until one day, Evelyn decided to post one of her songs she had written to her soundcloud for fun. Shortly after, a message Gemma had sent Harry about the song got leaked and suddenly #Don’tBeAStranger was the top trending hashtag on Twitter.

Evelyn wasn’t used to so much attention as she had never been the popular kid in school so having thousands of people wanting to talk to her all of a sudden was incredibly overwhelming.

Everyone had an opinion on it, some about how she had the nerve to post something like that, others about the pity they felt for her. Gemma had apologized profusely, knowing how much she hated being in the spotlight but Evelyn assured her it wasn’t her fault as she wasn’t trying to make Evelyn the topic of Twitter trolls; she was just trying to make her brother fix things. She was trying to help.

Harry had seen it, she knew that and was waiting for a lengthy message from his manager telling her to take down the video - which she had done, but it was no use as people had already reposted it thousands of times - and that she was being sued for defamation or something stupid like that.

Instead, she got a message from Harry’s instagram, asking her if she was interested in helping write and produce his debut solo album in Jamaica. She stared at the screen in shock, trying to comprehend what was in front of her. He hadn’t contacted her in years, why was he suddenly asking to be around her?

Was he doing it so he could surprise her with a lawsuit and ruin her? No, he would never. I know he would never. Evelyn thought, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized she didn’t know that. She didn’t know anything about him anymore.

Before she could stop herself, Evelyn typed out a response.

Of course, I would love to.

She regretted it the second she hit send and she tried to unsend the message before Harry saw it but it was too late, he was already typing back to her.

Really? That’s amazing, I’m so glad to have you. I’ll get my team to send you the details soon. Let me know if the dates or anything are a problem. H.

H. Signing his name as if she needed a reminder of who he was. As if he wasn’t constantly in her mind. As if she didn’t check one of the many update pages dedicated to him everyday to see what he was up to. As if he thought she would forget about him.

Evelyn liked the message to not be too forward and threw her phone to the chair in the corner of the room before she could do anything else stupid. She groaned as she rolled over and stuck her face into her pillow, what was she going to do?

What would she say to him? How do you talk to someone you haven’t seen in almost ten years but used to be your best friend? Do you talk to him as if no time has passed? Do you act as if you’re strangers?

She sighed as she pushed that thought to the side, she would think about that another day but for now she could bask in the fact that she was going to see Harry again. After so many years of yearning she was finally able to know for certain (or as close to it) that she was going to see her best friend again,

Evelyn couldn’t believe it, after the first few years of Harry’s withdrawal she convinced herself she was never going to see him again. She was away at school whenever he came back to visit and he never made an effort to see her during any of his visits. She always thought it was because he stopped wanting to be her friend and stopped to find someone better to talk to but maybe not, maybe he still liked her.

Or maybe he just wanted someone to produce his music cheap and he knew she would do it in the blink of an eye. She was normally adamant about getting paid and credited correctly but she would produce his entire discography and not get a single penny if it meant she got her best friend back.

Evelyn finally got up after what felt like forever, daydreaming about Harry, and grabbed her laptop to do some work before going to sleep. She opened her browser and clicked her email account to check if anyone had emailed her since she last checked. She was surprised to see a new email from none other than Columbia Records, she usually worked with smaller indie artists so getting an email from Columbia was surprising.

Clicking the email to open it, Evelyn jumped a little in excitement as she realized it was about Harry’s album. The subject read HS1 album creation. Reading on, she became more excited as the email told her the trip was happening in less than a month, 27 days exactly, just under four weeks. But the new information also caused a small panic inside her, she was supposed to be working with two different artists on their albums then, what was she going to do?

She couldn’t give up on these artists as they were her friends but so was Harry, Harry was her best friend. They would understand right? This was a big opportunity for her, one of her biggest, not just to see Harry again but if she got credits on the album and it did well; she would hopefully gain more traction and be able to make more music.

If she said yes, she would be saying no to two of her friends (which she hated doing) and to two potential future opportunities. But if she said no, she would be saying no to seeing her best friend (could she even call him that anymore?) and endless opportunities coming out of producing with someone that famous.

Of course, she wasn’t just doing it for the exposure, she was doing it to see Harry, but it was an added benefit.

Evelyn made a quick decision to choose Harry, as she would in any situation. She sent an email to the two friends she was supposed to work with and hoped they would understand.

She also replied to the email sent from Columbia confirming she was going to be able to make it. Her mouse hovered over the send button, contemplating if this was a smart idea. What if she did something stupid and he asked her to leave? What if he didn’t like how she produced? What would she do if Harry didn’t like something about her?

She had already emailed her friends so she had to go whether she liked the thought of what could happen or not. Holding her breath, Evelyn clicked send and slammed her laptop shut, overwhelmed.

What did she do now?

#harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles blurb #harry styles story #harry styles fluff #harry styles fake instagram #harry styles x reader #harry styles #hs1 #harry styles behind the album #from the dining table

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