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Connverse “I had a nightmare you hated me”

I FINALLY have an excuse to use an old one-shot I wrote months ago! Thank you wonderful Anon!

“I had a nightmare you hated me.

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It was a few months after the incident. A long time ago since he proposed. Still they hadn't really touched too much on the subject. What with Steven's therapy and Connie's cram school studying, it was difficult to even find time to just hang out. Sometime later Connie was studying at the temple because of home renovations. However it had gotten to be too late and Connie had to stay the night.

While Steven insisted she take his room and he take the couch, Connie politely refused since she would be up late studying anyways. So after they kissed each other goodnight, they were off to bed. Connie followed suit within minutes.

Suddenly there was a loud scream that woke Steven up. Quickly getting out of bed he raced down the stairs, shield up, and prepared himself for a fight. Finding nothing but a dark house lit by the moonlight coming through the windows, he sighed and put down his shield.

Wondering if what he heard was just in his head. Then he began to hear the sounds of someone crying. Looking over at the couch, he heard them much louder. Connie's back was towards him as she gripped a pillow and tried to muffle her cries. Her nightmare was almost to real for her. She froze for a moment when a familiar hand touched her shoulder.

"Connie? Are you alright?" Steven whispered as she shook her head.

"I-I'm sorry for waking you up." She whispered back feeling slightly guilty about it.

"It's okay....did you have a bad dream?" He asked as she could only nod her head.

"I don't want to loose you again." Her voice whimpered out between cries. She dreamt about them and it didn't end well from what he gathered. Plus that sentence was enough to make his own heart ache even more. Still it was all he needed to scoop her up in his arms and carry her, bridal style like, to his bed. He sat up with legs stretched out and herself on his lap. It was all she needed right now. The warmth, herself within his tight and loving embrace, him being there.

The images of her nightmare still haunted her. But they soon disappeared the longer they were together. Her hands gripping his shirt as she buried her face in his chest. One arm wrapped around her tightly, the other gently stroking and running his fingers through her hair. His head on top of hers. Her cries kept continuing to spill over her cheeks and it was hard for her to stop. But he didn't care how long it took, she needed to let it all out.

"Shh" Steven whispered gently. Calming her trembling and feeling her tears through his shirt. He knew how awful nightmares were. But to see his beloved Connie suffering from one wasn't okay. Wanting to be there for her through it all just like she did with him. Gently pressing his lips against her forehead. He pulled back slightly and placed a hand on her cheek. She leaned into his touch, embarrassed to open her eyes as the slight blush permeated her cheeks.

He smiled and chuckled before gently lifting her up in his arms before positioning both of them on the bed. Once more he enveloped her in his embrace. Gently holding her head against his chest. Hearing his heartbeat soothed her.

"I had a nightmare you hated me... I-... I saw your face after I r-rejected your proposal and then the next minute, you were shouting you couldn't be around me right then. That's what I've been dreaming almost every night. I never told you this but....it hurt me when you said that you didn't want to be around me. I know you didn't mean anything by it! You were going through so much that I will always understand. But I just...I can't help but feel hurt." She paused before continuing.

"Steven I wanted so badly to say yes to your proposal. However it wasn't the right time for me. I want to be my own person first, to figure out who I am so when I'm ready I could be there for you. But then I saw that you left me and I was surrounded by darkness...it suffocated me to the point where I couldn’t breathe and-“ Her voice cracked a bit unable to complete the sentence. More tears threatened to overflow.

"Oh Connie, I could never hate you. Shh, I'm here. You're safe now, I've got you." Steven understood between feeling he needed fixing a problem that wasn't his , and being there for someone else because he wanted too be. Connie seemed to be the most likely to come up in that train of thought.

In this moment she was vulnerable. He knew she was embarrassed of it, but it never bothered him. She needed to release her emotions from time to time as well. That's one thing he'll always be there for. To hold her up just like she did for him.

Soon they fell asleep in each other's arms. That next morning Steven was surprised to find himself the first to be awake. But he was thrilled, because he awoke to find a sleeping Connie with him. Her face calm and beautiful as she slept peacefully. Gently he caressed her cheek. Sweeping away her hair.

Her eyes fluttered open and smiled when she saw him. For a moment, they just looked at each other. Enjoying just being in each other's company. Then slowly Connie sat up and stretched while yawning. Steven sat up as well, leaning back against the bed frame and pillows. Connie leaned against him once more. Resting her head on his shoulder. His arm wrapped around her waist. She was slightly embarrassed of what happened last night. Being so vulnerable when she was supposed to be so strong.

So lost in thought she didn't realize his hand took hers and placed a gentle kiss on the back. Looking up she met his gaze as he let go of her hand and once more caressed her cheek. Only this time pulling her closer until both of their lips touched, eyes closed. Connie placed her hand on his shoulder. After a brief moment they parted and he leaned his forehead against hers.

"I'm always here for you Connie. You don't have to be embarrassed about anything with me. I love you no matter what. .... You still love me and was/is always there for me. Even at my worst moment. Please let me be here for you too. I want to be here for you."

"Even if I'm weak?" Connie spoke in almost a squeaked whisper. "I love you too, so much. I just...I want to be strong for you." Steven sighed and lifted up the bottom of his t-shirt. Then taking one of her hands again he guided them to his gem. Allowing her to touch what he couldn't even look at for what felt like years.

Connie inhaled sharply though quietly as well. Her skin feeling the smooth and slightly cool surface of his gem; while his hand was on hers. Encouraging her to stay as if to say it was okay. Looking down she saw the familiar rose-pink diamond that he always had. It was a part of him she felt was sacred. After the events of what White Diamond did, she never thought he would let anyone touch it.

"As kids, good times, bad times, confusing times as well, even through the brightest and darkest moments, Connie, you accepted me for who I was then and who I am now. Just like I accepted you for who you are. My brave, kind hearted, funny and wonderful Connie. My jam buddy for life. Good moments and bad I'm here for you." His words brought tears to her eyes. He wiped and kissed every one of them away. Through her tears was a smile and laughter.

Lifting her hand she pressed her lips on her fingers before resting it on his Gem once more. An indirect kiss so to speak. After awhile of just being in each other's company, they decided to embrace the morning. Steven lifting Connie almost effortlessly in his arms.

"Steven!" She tried sounding firm but it came out in almost a giggle. "I can walk you know."

"I know but maybe I was want to carry you today." He smirked while walking downstairs with her. Both just happy and in love.

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writers-hes · 4 years

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cherry.

hello! this was a request made by anon a few weeks (or days) ago and last night, i was finally able to listen to cherry and grant her request.

i hope you enjoy thing super ANGST-y piece about harry’s new album. if you want a request, don’t hesitate to submit something on my ask box. my finals are finally over so i now have all the time in the world to write you guys new fics. thank you so much, by the way, for the 100 notes on late christmas! if you haven’t read it yet, you can do so by clicking on this link: masterlist.

i hope you enjoy cherry and i will be waiting for your comments!

WARNINGS: unedited + swearing + super angst + mentions of sex and alcohol

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you grew up in france. harry grew up in england. it was a miracle that you both found each other in such a great, big, world but when life is bored and wants to play, it’s the cruelest thing. you both met when he was on tour. your friend was friends with jeff and invited her to come over to his hotel and have a drink with some lads, since it’s been awhile since they last saw each other. she asked you to tag along, afraid that she would feel out of place in case his famous friends were there. you nodded.

arriving at the hotel, you were immediately greeted by fans waiting outside the hotel door, wanting to take a peek at the infamous harry styles. you were a fan yourself, and was actually quite nervous to meet him—if you would even meet him tonight. you were dressed in your white shirt, tucked inside denim bell bottoms, and mary janes. natasha, your friend, said that you were underdressed but you argued that it was fine, it wasn’t a big deal.

you met harry that night, spent the night in his hotel, and met each other a couple of times before he had to leave france. a few months of you coming to his shows, to l.a., new york, and meeting each other’s friends, you made it official. it wasn’t a publicised but you both loved the idea of being protected by the sheets in harry’s hotel room. it was the best thing.

you met each other’s parents and dated for over a year. it was quite heaven but life works in the worst fucking way possible.

“hey, y/n?” harry said, over the phone. you were in your apartment in versailles. “mon bébé?” you greeted back. you loved to call him baby, as he was one, behind the closed doors of your secret rendezvous together. “i missed you. i was in this book store with jeff and i thought about you and the nights we spent reading under the covers,” he sighed. you smiled softly, and although he couldn’t see it, you wanted that too. “we can have that again…when you’re on your break, will definitely come down to london and stay there until you’re sick of me,” you chuckled lightly. “will never get sick of you…wanna spend the rest of my life with you,” he murmured. “me too,” your heart was beating inside your chest loudly and so does his. it was a silent, yet fleeting moment but you two loved it. thinking about a home with the both of you and perhaps, a couple more little yous and harries around the house.

“will you…sing for me?” he asked. he was tired but he wanted to hear your voice again. he wanted you where he was. “i have a bad voice!” you told him. he was the singer between the both of you but seemed to enjoy your voice more than you enjoy his. “don’t care…just sing me to sleep, yeah? i…love the way you sound and your voice…accent, too.” he chuckled. your accent switched in between french and american and it was the most precious thing that harry ever heard. you nodded anyway and sang a la claire fontaine until you heard his breathing grow deeper and slower. you started to hear his loud snores and you giggled lightly. you really do love this man. j'aime cet homme de tout mon tout, you thought to yourself. you really did love harry with your whole everything and wanted for that to be your reality until you both breathed your last breath.

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“mon bébé?” you called to harry. he was in london home and your relationship hasn’t been working. the distance for the both of you was far too much for the both of you to bear. so you both decided to just meet in home for privacy. you knew that this was it—it was the moment that you both dreaded but you knew…you knew that this was something that would haunt the both of you forever. “y/n…” he breathed, seeing you in the outfit the first time you both saw him in france. his eyes were blood-shut, as were yours. you had bags under your eyes and was hoping that this was something that you could both end as quickly as possible but it wasn’t possible. it wasn’t fucking possible.

“harr—i don’t want to do this,” you cried in the middle of his foyer. your bag was on the floor and you were wiping your eyes, trying your best to stop the tears from leaking. you looked like a frail child and harry went to you, locking you into his embrace. “i don’t want this too, love but—we’re just hurting each other,” he says and it was true. over the tour, he managed to kiss someone else in places that only you should whilst you managed to fall back in the pits of longing for your dead ex-boyfriend. he died in a car accident and during a big fight, you told harry that you wished that adrien was still here. you told harry how adrien was better and how you loved him more than you did harry. it wasn’t true. you loved harry with your everything. you loved harry more than life itself but all you did was hurt each other in the process. it was the right love at the wrong time—or perhaps, it was the wrong love all along. you nodded into his white shirt, inhaling his scent. you felt his body wrack and heard his sobs. tonight was the last night you both had together. “i wish—i wish i still had one more day with you. one more night. one more dinner…one more everything of what we did, bébé…i—“ you didn’t know what to say to him.

“i know…i—let’s just…sit on the couch first, yeah? i’ll get us a drink.” harry removed his body from you but still took your hand as he led you to his living room. he left where you were and went to his kitchen, opening a bottle of wine and pouring some in two coffee mugs. he sat beside you, offering you a drink. you took it from him and gulped the contents in seconds. you wanted to feel numb. “this is it?” you asked him. “this…this is the end of us?” “no, love…i’d still see you around,”

“i don’t want to see you in public and think about what we could’ve been harry—wanna be with you all the time,”

“wanna have you here too, love but…it is what it is. i can’t keep on hurting you and i can’t keep on being hurt,” you nodded. he cried. you made love for one last time. you wrote him a letter and left his home at five in the morning—before he woke up. it took every cell in your body not to cry as you took his tattooed arms from your naked body. you stole three of his shirts and went to his bathroom, spraying all of them with perfume. it would suffice until you’re ready to remove them from your body.

the next day, harry opened his eyes, feeling you through the sheets, in hopes that his nightmare wouldn’t be his reality. he cried. he saw the letter from you and cried harder.

mon bébé,

if you’re reading this, i hope you forgive me for stealing some of your shirts.

what we had together was something that i will always think about. i will always be grateful for the times that we spend together, for the kisses, your embrace, the sweet glances that we gave each other in the room. when i first met you in france, i knew immediately that i loved you. it was probably a part of the reason why i agreed to spend the night with you…i thought i would never see you again but you asked me what my number was and the rest was history.

this was the hardest thing that i had to write. our love letters would usually just have the both of us saying i love you’s and see you soon’s but now, we have to say goodbye. i can’t think of a single reason why i wouldn’t marry you. you were my dream boy and i loved the way you made me feel. the thrill of knowing that you love me was what pushed me through when you were in other places and to be honest, i’ll only be thinking about the ways and how you loved me for me to push through. your love was with me even though you weren’t and that will be my motivation to wake up, brush my teeth, and do what i have to do.

when i said that adrien was a man that you could never be, it was true. adrien was my love and i would never stop loving him. but harry? you would always be my soulmate, the love of my life, and my best friend. we may have stopped talking but you will always be my favourite boy. i will never love someone the way i love you.

i hope in the future, when you see me, you won’t think about the times we fought and the bad times we had. i hope you see me as your friend and i hope you will remember our times under the covers and how we told each other that we loved each other. i hope you will see me the way i see you, in a good light with love and adoration in my eyes.

i love you harry. always did and always will. please take care of yourself, mon cherie.

all the love, y/n.

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it’s been a year since that horrific night and it’s december. you were waiting impatiently for harry to release his new album. you and him were friends now but you always felt so distant. he got mad at you when you started to date your ex-beau, vincent. he didn’t like it and no matter how much you tried to friends with him, he wouldn’t budge. it was only a few months after when you saw each other in new york and worked things out. you were still with vincent that time but you were single right now and all you ever wanted was harry.

harry asked if it was alright if he could use the voicemail you left him in his song. you agreed but still haven’t fully heard the whole song with you in it. you were anxious to hear the song and how it will affect you. you’ve been hearing rumours about the whole album was dedicated to you. harry admitted to it, even crying to you one night about how he missed you and how much he wanted to have you back but you were with vincent. it was currently 11:54 in france and six minutes couldn’t come sooner. you heard his releases, watermelon sugar, adore you, and lights up. it was nearing 12 when your iphone notified you that the whole fine line album was downloaded to your music app.

you immediately fished for your phone, and pressed on golden. you listened util light’s up was over, in shock to hear your voice in his song. it was titled cherry and you smiled—the fruit being a constant motif in your relationship. when you first met, you ate the maraschino cherry from his cocktail. whenever he ordered cakes, you both would compete for the cherry until one of you ate it.

the song was beautiful, you concluded. it was him mocking vincent and asking you not to call him the way you called harry. it was one of those nights when harry was crying. it was a few weeks after your break-up when he was begging you not to call vincent ‘mon bébé’. you assured him that you weren’t. you sang to him until he fell asleep and cried after your ended the call. there was truth in the whole song, from him having a piece in how you dressed—florals and wide pants to him talking to your friends about how he missed you much. you talked to his friends and he talked to your friends, thinking that it was the only way for the both of you still have a piece of each other. it was sad—really fucking sad but you were at your best now and so was harry.

it was a full minute or so when you thought cherry had ended, only to be met by your voicemail, the last voicemail you sent to harry.

Coucou ! Tu dors ? Oh, j'suis désolée... Bah non... Nan, c'est pas important... Bon allez... On a été à la plage, et maintenant on— Parfait ! Harry

the voicemail missed some parts because right now, as you sob into your hands in versailles, you could still remember what you told him. it was just a couple of months ago and you were still with vincent when you left this voicemail. he dropped a voicemail hours ago, telling you a joke about cherries. it fucked you up and in that time in paris, with vincent, you wanted nothing more but to go back to him and his arms. perhaps it was the static or the poor connection but you know what the song had wasn’t complete.

Parfait! Harry je t’aime toujours et tu me manque. S’il te plaît reviens.

(Perfect! Harry, I still love and miss you. Please come back.)

as you lay in bed, at 2 a.m on december 13, 2019, in versailles, you wondered what the future held. you wondered if there was still a chance for you and harry. you wondered if he would come back into your arms. you cried and then, drifted to sleep.

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sorry for the french,,,,i asked my friend to translate it for me im not sure if it’s correct,,,

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