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gucciwins · 2 years

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well kept secret

everything led up to now...to this very moment

Word count: 9569

A/N: hi friends! this was suppose to be short and sweet but well it's now this long story that i hope you love.

Warnings: smuttttt! (i know you enjoy that)

please do let me know what you thought of the story and please reblog! <333

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She's never been more thankful for her job than she is at this moment.

The feel of his lips on her throat, showering her in bruises she'll proudly display tomorrow for all to see. It's not an ideal relationship, but God does she like him. Y/N knows love is just around the corner, and she can't wait to explore that further with Harry.

It seems everyone had been waiting for the band to break that would bring them. After a long few years, tonight was the night. Most everyone had bet their money on last weekend, of them getting together finally happening, but it seemed at every turn someone needed his attention.

To understand how she got here to Harry sitting her on his vanity, his fingers wrapped around her throat as he pounds into her as hard as he can, we need to go back a bit.

Y/N is Tom Skogs' assistant manager, so in a way, Harry Styles is her boss. She was petrified when she first got the job even though she heard nothing but good things. She was nervous and hoped they'd take her on for longer than a few months. That they would offer her a permanent position. That she'd feel welcome among them.

And Y/N did.

On her first day, she felt odd not bringing anything to the office. So, she decided on cookies; everyone loved cookies. Then she thought of it and realized some might not like chocolate, or a person happens to be vegan. That's how she ended up taking six different types of cookies on her first day.

Everyone happened to love them, which she was thankful for. It also wasn't something she did again because her nerves settled soon after. Y/N was introduced to most of the team on her first day, and everyone was so kind. It was clear that day that everyone on the team respected each other and viewed each other as family, something she hoped to join.

Y/N didn't meet Harry until her second day when Tom was showing her around what would be her small office space close to him. Although he told her that it would only be used when they were in the city. The job was to follow Harry around full time when Tom could not.

Meeting Harry was unlike any other day. She showed up bright and early, a sweet iced coffee in one hand and Tom's favorite in the other. Thanks to her waitressing skill, growing up, as well as being a woman having to suffer from pants with useless pockets, she balanced the drinks in one hand and successfully opened the door. What she didn't prepare for was bumping into a large figure as she was heading inside, who happened to be glancing at their phone on their way out. A drink was quick to slip out of her hand, but she was quick to drop her phone in her non-coffee filed hand and make a quick save before it could be a mess she'd be embarrassed to clean. The only victim seemed to be her cream linen pants she had paired with her pale pink cardigan to keep her warm in the cold office.

"I'm sorry." The man apologizes. "That was a nice safe." The man's deep voice fills her ears.

He's reaching down for her phone, and she doesn't dare look, fearing it might have reached its end.

"Is it broken?" Y/N asks in a low voice, so the pain of the answer isn't brutal.

She hears a wince making her quickly turn her head to his hands, but all she sees is her lock screen of her and her nephew sitting under a cherry blossom tree. The biggest smile on her face as her nephew gave her the sloppiest kiss. It was her favorite, and she knew she had to pay him a visit soon.

"You tricked me." She accuses looking up at him, and that's when she tries her best to stay neutral. Her boss was standing in front of her. Harry Styles, in all his glory, was giving her a toothy grin as he fidgeted with her phone in hand. "Hi," she breathes out.

He chuckles, "sorry about that. You looked frightened, and well, my mum taught me that laughter is the best way to take it away."

Y/N nods, smiling. "Well, it worked."

They stay staring at each other for a moment longer until Harry clears his throat. "I'm Harry. It's nice to meet you."

"Oh, I know," he quirked an eyebrow at her, and she froze. "I mean–you're my boss. Well, Tom's my boss, but you're his boss. So, you're both our bosses," she rambles on. "What I meant to say, I'm Y/N."

"Well, Y/N, welcome to the team. Tom and Jeff were thrilled to welcome you on, as am I."

"Thank you, Mr. Styles. I appreciate that."

Harry was about to speak again when Tom came out of his office looking for her.

"Y/N, you just came in?"

"Yes, got you a coffee." She raises the cup, and he happily accepts it, taking a long drink before he squeezes her shoulder.

"I appreciate you."

That's when Tom seems to notice Harry. "H, thought you left already."

"Ran into Y/N here."

"On purpose?"

"No, of course not. I was on my phone, and I didn't see her." He explains sheepishly. "She's got wicked reflexes."

Tom smirks, "maybe someone can finally beat you in ping-pong."

"Don't start." Harry shakes his head. "You any good Y/N?"

Tom doesn't give you a chance to answer, "don't answer that, or he'll have a ping-pong table by the end of the day here challenging you until you lose."

"I'm not very competitive." She frowns. "My sister and I have a rather large age gap, so the competition was never instilled in me."

"You have a sister?" Harry asks curiously, clearly trying to learn more about you.

"Not happening. You want to get to know her, ask her out. Right now, she's got work to do."

Y/N feels her face heat up, trying her best to move past what Tom just said. "Right, I'll be going. Nice meeting you, Mr. Styles."

She walks away before either man can answer her. From a distance, you can hear Tom teasing Harry, and well, Y/N decided she liked Harry.

"Y/N," she turns just as she settles at her desk that had yet to be decorated. All that fills her small space is a photo her nephew drew for her of them playing in the snow, standing out on the black sheet of paper she had him use. Then a photo of her and her best friend when they had gone to Jamaica last summer.

"Yes?"

"Your phone," he extends his hand, causing their fingers to brush for a second. It was enough to leave her flustered once more.

"Thank you, be a mess without it."

Y/N smiles at him, waiting for him to say more, but Harry stops himself.

"I'll see you around?" He asks, slowly backing away.

"You most definitely will."

And, of course, the pair of them did. All Y/N's work consisted of being around Harry, making sure he was on time, contacting new partners, and reading contracts. It was lots of work, but Y/N enjoyed every bit of it. By her six months, Y/N could handle just about anything, which is also when she was told she'd be there permanently (or until she gained enough experience to manage her own clients).

Harry had become a good friend over the course of those months. There was endless traveling to do as he was writing his second album. There was a lot for him to do, and her job was to remind him and oversee him when necessary. This also led to lots of downtime. Watching him write and sing a song with his team was beautiful, and it constantly left her in awe of Harry.

Y/N grew closer to Harry because he took every chance to learn something new about her. How she liked her coffee, how, on her busiest days, a grey earl tea with a splash of milk, and Y/N's personal favorite, her opinion on a song. At first, she wouldn't dare sit inside the recording studio with them, feeling as if she was intruding. Still, once Harry introduced her to everyone, she opened up and stayed for longer periods. Soon enough, she'd bring her laptop daily and do her work there. The first time Harry asked for an opinion on a song, she held back. Harry noticed and told her that if he asked, it was because he valued her opinion. Now she was no expert but adding trumpets to "Watermelon Sugar" was an idea that turned out to be a hit. She learned from Kid, one of Harry's songwriters, that song was one of the first ones they wrote and could not finish. Needed a fresh pair of ears, and they were thankful it was her.

The making of the album was a process, so was releasing singles and setting interviews. Harry expressed he'd be lost without her. Tom made her job easy, always telling her she was doing brilliantly until she wasn't.

It was a long day of meetings. The album was releasing soon, and One Night Only was in shambles. The number of tickets released, the large number of general admission, and how unsafe it could be. Y/N brought it up because she knew his fans liked to show support and would likely be camping out. Well, it seemed to be a tipping point for everything. More than a few people got upset because she was right, and why didn't she speak up sooner. That this would look bad on them directly if anyone wasn't careful. It's safe to say that was one of her lowest days.

That was also the day she realized Harry was her friend. That he genuinely cared about her. They made dinner plans, but she forgot all about it, accidentally blowing him off, something not like her. So, he did what she thought no one did and went out to find her. He checked the office when her phone went straight to voicemail. He found Tom and Jeff still there discussing options.

Both neglected Harry's concern for Y/N and instead asked for his opinion to fix the solution. Harry frowned because Y/N had spoken to him about this, and he proposed a plan. That's when he realized that instead of letting her tell them about her plan, they blew up on her. Harry felt her pain and understood why she had been ignoring him.

"Right, she most likely emailed you," Harry explains. "Apologizing endlessly as well, no doubt. Do me a favor, read it over, and then get her a nice gift. Y/N deserves it."

Harry ran out, leaving them alone, and made his way to her house but not before making a stop and getting her favorite ice cream and wine. Not sure what mood she might be in.

Hearing the knock outside the door was like a bucket of cold water being dropped on her as she knew who was standing outside.

An apology was ready when she opened the door, but that died off when she saw Harry holding wine and two strawberry shortcake ice cream pints.

"Up for some company?"

"Always if it's you." She let him enter and let herself relax into his side as she cherished the company.

It's safe to say that's when they both began to fall. Though it would still be two years until they crossed that line.

Once the world halted that March, Y/N thought it might all change, but she was suffering. As much as she loved being with Harry, there was no work to do. Just pray that things get better and go back to a new normal.

Y/N was independent. That's what everyone told her growing up. But being away from home for so long was taking a toll on her, especially since the first few months she was staying alone. All her fault because she had people reach out, but she declined, not wanting to be a bother. Harry was one of them. He was already staying with so many friends. She didn't want to add to the stress of an already large house.

Harry constantly checked up on her, sending her endless packets of Kn95 masks, wanting her to be stocked up. There were daily facetime calls and groceries delivered to her small apartment. Y/N made sure to let him know she was thinking of him, constantly sending him letters in the mail, sending him new songs she thought he'd like, and puzzles lots of them.

It was all going well until it wasn't. She was having a hard time being alone. She missed London. As lovely as California was, it wasn't home. Harry called when she was having her pity party, and she told him everything. Told him how alone she felt and wished the numbers would drop. That the borders would open so she could go home. She wanted a hug that she wished she could see Harry and hold him a face through a screen no longer enough.

Harry promised her he'd take care of it. She didn't know what he meant by that, but a week later, there was a knock on her door, and he was there. Suitcase at his side, asking her if she'd take him in. Promised her that he got tested, knowing that she had less exposure than him and did not want to risk her getting sick, which is why he took seven days to arrive the small distance.

Safe to say, she stayed in his arms for the rest of the day. Harry didn't realize how restless he really was until he had her in his arms. He reasoned he missed her, but he knew it was because a part of him was missing.

Y/N didn't need anything else as long as she had Harry. Jeff reached out to them as soon as the ban was lifted. Flights were filling up fast, but Harry got them a flight home, and off they went. Y/N thought they'd be going their separate ways again, but instead, he told her to pick a place, either hers or his, and well, Harry did have the more extensive book collection.

The time together due to the pandemic allowed them to get to know each other in a way they had never let anyone else before. There were so many times she came close to telling him her feelings, but that slight chance he didn't feel the same held her back. It did for so long. She would rather keep him in her life than even think she could lose him for a second.

Every day she fell more and more, but she was content to be at his side. She was happy to love him as her best friend, even if it was never anything more. Everyone assured her he felt the same, but it wasn't enough to make her confess.

It seems everyone could see their love but them.

But like they say, the journey makes the sweetest love story.

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It was now 2022, and everyone was settling into a new normal. Masks were still being worn, and almost everyone was double vaccinated. After the U.S. tour, a break was needed; due to all the precautions taken and the level of success, everyone deserves a lovely holiday. As everyone prepared for what would be a year-long tour with movie tour press in between. Not forgetting to mention the release of a third album.

It’s crazy to think that when she started to work with Harry many years ago, it would lead her to be here backstage where Harry was headlining his second weekend of Coachella. Over 100,000 people were there to view his performance and sing his songs back to him. Y/N was proud of Harry, and she’d never let him forget it.

The first weekend was a success. Harry shined in a sequined jumpsuit reminding her of the beautiful rainbow fish. He was a shining rainbow on stage bouncing around, the biggest smile on his face. Shania Twain, as his special guest, was one she’d never forget. She remembered the first time she drove him around for meetings and how he took charge of the aux and sang nothing but Shania Twain, saying the singer was his favorite, and it showed as he never missed a single word in all her songs.

Y/N had work to do the morning after already having to prepare for the following week by speaking with the crew about any changes made as well as confirming with the next surprised guest manager to keep it as secret as possible. The work seemed to be never-ending. Harry convinced them all to stay the weekend, wanting to support the other artists, and well, there was a packed festival where no one would recognize him due to all the bandana and hat-wearing. Harry would blend right in. and he did not a single photo of him in the crowd surfaced. That Monday afternoon, she was driving back with Harry as she had been staying in his guest room as he didn’t like being alone when in this city. Y/N knew why and well, she enjoyed his company as well.

After one of the most tiring weeks of her job, it was time to watch what Harry does best to be a rockstar in front of thousands.

“Shortcake?” Harry yelled from inside his dressing room as Y/N hung up from a call with Alessandro assuring him that the outfit was in perfect condition. That nickname, ever since that ice cream and wine night stuck, and well, she wasn’t going to lie and say that her stomach fluttered every time she heard him call her that.

“Yes, H.”

“This looks weird.”

Y/N stops herself from rolling her eyes, “remember, you were born with the third nipple.”

She hears him laugh before he sees him hiding in the bathroom and not in front of the vanity as she expected him to be.

“Got to show me so I can decide if you’re wrong or not.”

“Fine.”

Y/N takes a seat in the comfortable vanity chair, legs crossed as she picks at her nails, knowing he’ll be a few minutes.

He walks toward her, his face looking down at the floor until he stops to stand right in front of her.

“Going to look at me?” She frowns, seeing how nervous he looks, which only happens when he feels embarrassed.

Harry lets out a deep sigh, then lifts his head slowly. There’s smudged eyeliner on one eye and a perfect line on the other. Y/N does her best to hold back a laugh, but it escapes her.

“Which one was the end goal?”

“The smudged one, obviously,” he huffs out.

The laugh escapes Y/N as he looks away, crossing his arms. “Sorry, H.”

“No, you’re mean.”

“Come on, let me wipe it clean. This is why you always wait for me.”

Harry pouts, “thought I was getting better.”

“We can see you have not.”

“Y/N!”

She shrugs as if saying she wasn’t wrong. She hardly ever is. “That’s why we practice.”

“Can’t even go on stage with it.” He mutters, a frown sitting on his face.

“You know you could if you wanted to.” Y/N stands from the chair, pushing Harry to take her place as she looks for the makeup remover and her special cloth. Once she has everything, she gently places a finger under Harry’s chin to look up at her. His eyes are open as he smiles fondly at her. Y/N knows this specific stare. It’s one of gratitude. It’s one she always sees displayed on his face towards her.

“I know,” she knows they’re both thinking back to Harryween, where Harry wore two outfits he was incredibly proud of with a beautiful glammed face both nights.

“Now, close those pretty eyes.”

Harry takes one long last stare at her before letting his eyes fall closed.

Y/N tries her best to be gentle, knowing how easily irritated Harry could get when he missed a spot of the black makeup. He stated that it always made his eyes water.

“Are you even doing it?” Harry asks after a few minutes of silence.

“Don’t feel it?” Y/N smiles to herself, proud at her accomplishment of cleaning one eye successfully and needing to do one more.

Harry giggles, “no. Are you always this careful?”

“Course I am. You’re precious cargo.”

Y/N notes how Harry didn’t say anything but notes the pink blush that appears on his cheeks, making him look flushed. She decides not to bring it up; instead just basks, knowing that she was the reason for his blushing.

A few more moments, and she’s finished.

“All done.”

“Thank you, shortcake.”

She shrugs him off, “what else am I here for?”

“A lot or my life would be falling apart.”

The smile on his face is broad, and well, Y/N has a fun time teasing Harry; he always gives it back, “well, someone’s got to cash in your checks.”

“Oi, want me for my money then.”

“Obviously, H. I want the lavish lifestyle you got me used to.”

“Lavish, you live in a small flat where you could have bought a proper home by now.”

“Now, now, Styles. I don’t need to be living in a mansion when it’s only me.”

“You weren’t saying that last year when you lived with me?”

“Actually, I did because we were constantly dusting everything.”

“Oh, hush up,” Harry frowns at her, knowing how right she was. It was a lot of space for one person, but he loved having guests, and hopefully, in the future, he saw it becoming a family home.

Y/N loves this, spending time with Harry. It never feels forced, and she knows that he takes her words into consideration. She also meant it when she said he treated her lavishly, showering her with unnecessary gifts. Always flying first class and private jet during tour when it was needed. He sent her macaroons whenever she did something he was incredibly proud of (all the time, Harry liked to say), and if she didn’t put a stop to it, her home would be filled with macaroons. A girl can only take so much.

“Tonight should be fun.”

Harry hums, staring down at his phone, ignoring Y/N, and that’s her cue to leave. She gets up from leaning against the vanity and goes to walk out when a hand reaches out and grabs her elbow.

“H?”

“Stay.”

“What for? Clearly busy.”

Harry smirks, “jealous, shortcake.”

“Nothing to be jealous about,” she states.

“How are you so sure?” The stare he is giving her is intense. Harry’s challenging her.

Y/N hesitates. She could say something; she knows him well enough to know that was Jeff texting him, checking in, and asking him for the hundredth time if he was sure of the setlist.

“I know your schedule like the back of my hand.”

“Thought that was only Luis,” he mocks. “So, tell me, who was I texting? Since it did nothing to get your blood boiling.”

“Jeff.” She states matter of fact.

“Wrong,” he breathes.

Y/N quirks a brow at his reply, “Glenne.”

“Wrong again.”

“I’m never wrong,” Y/N reminds him confidently. “You’re lying.”

Harry smirks, taking one step closer to her, not an inch of space between them.

“It was Jeff.”

The smile on her face grows, “told you.”

“There’s something else. One last secret I’ve been hiding.”

“Not a secret if I know about it.”

He chuckles, “sound pretty confident, love.”

“That’s because I am.”

His hands rest on her waist, his touch light quick to remove if she were to ask though they both know she won’t.

“So, tell me, what’s my secret that no one but you knows.”

Y/N grins, letting her eyes meet his playful green orbs. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. You think no one knows, but the truth is everyone knows.”

“If everyone knows, why haven’t you said anything?”

“Not my secret to speak out on.”

Harry nods, “would you want me to share?”

“Only if you want to?” Y/N assures him.

“I’ll tell you. We can see if you were right.”

“You know I will be,” she declares.

“I l–”

“Harry, have you seen–”

As the door is swung open, Harry and Y/N jump apart as if their worlds weren’t about to collide. It seemed the secret would remain hidden for a while longer.

"Did I interrupt something?" Glenne asks, a suspicious look on her face.

"No, shortcake's all yours."

"H," Y/N breathes out, reaching out for him.

Harry leans in, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I'll find you. Got a secret to share," he whispers.

"Promise?" Y/N needs to hear him say it. She needs to know if she'll be in his arms for a completely different meaning than just a congratulatory hug by tonight.

"Promise. Y/N."

Glenne drags Y/N out, going on about something Tom and Jeff were discussing and that they couldn't figure out without her. At that moment, she wished she wasn't needed. She wanted to be back with Harry. She wanted to know what would have happened if Glenne didn't barge in on them.

It seemed like it'd have to wait for now.

The night soon falls over the crowd of endless people here to support Harry. Everyone sitting around sipping a drink to soothe the thick warm desert air. Y/N had a watermelon-inspired drink that Glenne fetched for her, letting her know that she asked for a double shot of tequila. That was enough for Y/N to get through the night, especially if there would be more to come at the after-party with Lizzo tonight that Harry made her promise she'd attend instead of like a recluse going back to the rented home for the weekend to sleep the day off.

"Babes, where's H?" Sarah asked her as she adjusted the top of her jumpsuit.

"Getting ready with Lambert."

Sarah held back a smirk, "surprised you're not in there."

"Not a stylist." Y/N reminds her.

"Yeah, but the man is like a puppy, always needing you by his side."

"Shut up. We are not always together."

"I beg to differ," Mitch comments.

"Well, Mitch, you sure know when to give your input." Y/N teases, knowing that Mitch was the most observant person in the group yet the least talkative.

"Promise you'll tell him, the guy's head over heels in love but him out of his misery."

"He is not." Y/N tries to brush it off because, of course, he wasn't.

"Can someone find my shortcake? She hasn't talked to me in over an hour." Harry's voice booms around everyone as his dressing room door is swung open and closed just as quickly as he came.

All eyes are on Y/N. There's no denying they were right. It seems tonight would be the night it all changed. She just hoped they were all right about his feelings. She knew the chances were in her favor.

"You rang, your highness?"

"Y/N, love. Where did you go?"

"Having some drinks with the crew. A bit of smoking." She shrugs.

Harry's eyes widened, "you smoked?"

"Course not, dummy. I'll ruin my liver, not my lungs."

"You're a weekend drinker, like every three months." He states, knowing very well she's careful.

She shrugs, "gosh, you do know everything about me."

"Cause–"

"–H, why aren't you dressed?" Lambert asks, frowning.

"Y/N,"

She interrupts Harry before he can continue. "Was just leaving?"

"Shortcake?"

"Edward."

Harry rolls his eyes at her, and the smile on his face is large on display for you. "Meet me backstage."

"Not a problem, boss man."

"Hate when you call me that," he grumbles.

"That's why she does it," Lambert answers as Y/N leaves the trailer laughing.

Pauli offered her a drink as she approached him. She knocked it back without taking a moment to think about it. If she was going to confess her feelings tonight, the liquor courage would be a significant help.

Y/N walked backstage with the band. Elin talked her ear off about how excited she was to be together again. Niji had called in earlier to wish them all luck. She'd miss him and his special 'Sunflower' into he did with Harry. He would always be part of the family; everyone had assured him of that.

Soon enough, Jeff walked up with Harry, and she didn't wait for a second before excusing herself to go speak with him. They were running on limited time.

"You remind me of strawberry shortcake?" Y/N tells Harry as she looks him up and down. He does a spin as she claps, only egging him on now, making his way closer to her exaggerating his hip movements. A proper model walk he has perfected.

"Remind you of anyone, shortcake?" He teases.

"Me?"

"Course. You're my biggest inspiration."

Y/N rolls her eyes, not believing a single word, not allowing herself to see the sincerity in his eyes. "Sure, rockstar."

Always flirting, it never got old. It did leave her yearning for more.

"I think I'm a cute strawberry."

"You are," she assures him. "Promise me something?"

"Anything, love."

His eyes are locked with hers, "wear a cowboy hat tonight for me." She wags her eyebrows at him, hoping he gets what she implies.

"Shortcake!" He yells.

She giggles, "what? It'll be a sign to tell me you love me."

Harry steps closer, brushing the loose hair out of her face, "you know I love you," he kisses the top of your head.

"A reminder never hurt, bestie."

Harry takes a moment to take her in. She knows she looks like a mess, her makeup smudged and hair a mess as the wind was starting to pick up. She ditched the pretty outfits and settled for heart embroidered flares and paired it with Harry's "My Life is Crap" sweatshirt that he had stained; she took the sweater home to fix, and instead of giving it back, she kept it. Harry never asked for it back. She knew he was okay with it. He was big on sharing clothes with friends, though he always seemed to keep track of who took what.

"The secret, love. Do you want to know?"

"Now?" She asked, surprised, minutes before his performance.

He grins and nods. "Now."

"Three minutes, H." Tom comes over, patting Harry's shoulders. Tom looks over at Y/N, seeing her frowning, and Harry, who was now toying with his rings, and Tom winces. "Did I ruin a moment?"

Y/N feels her face heat up as Harry fakes a cough, "course not, shortcake here was wishing me luck."

"As if you need it," Tom tells him proudly, knowing the second Harry is on stage, he'll feel right at home.

Y/N shrugs, "a little luck never hurt nobody."

"Be safe, out there." Harry brings her in for a hug, holding her tight to his chest before letting her go. Both get lost in the safety and comfort of being in each other's arms; they don't notice Tom slip away or hear Anthony clicking away with his camera.

"Always," Y/N promises.

The flutter in her stomach is stronger now, and it gives her the extra courage to lean up and place a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"Go shine, H. I love you."

Harry's eyes widen as she steps back, sending him a sheepish smile as he's guided to the back of the stage as he gets ready to go under the stairs to be lifted up to make his grand entrance.

"Shortcake!" His voice booming, begging for her to go back to him.

Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. She didn't expect to let the bomb drop, especially minutes before one of his biggest shows. Except that they kept getting interrupted, and she knows Harry. She knows him so well that he would not bring it up until he found the perfect moment again. There was no chance of knowing when that would be again. So she took the opportunity and ran.

Y/N turns around, blowing him a kiss as she hears him call for her again, but he's needed on stage, and she needs to be a good friend and manager cheering for him. Y/N hurries to catch up with Glenne wanting to catch Harry as soon as he is on stage. There is a very important conversation that will need to take place after.

There's no surprise to how excellent Harry was doing on stage. He was born for this. Thrived off the energy the crowd was giving back to him, but most importantly, he loved doing it. Harry always put his entire heart into the performance, which always made him stand out to Y/N. She knows she will never get tired of watching him on stage.

Every moment is special, from opening up with his latest single to singing Harry and Y/N's go-to karaoke song with Lizzo. Then for the briefest second wears a pink cowboy hat he managed to catch. He did not look her way, not for a second, but she knew it was for her.

"Now, this song, I wrote a few years ago. When someone special to me shifted from a friend to my best friend. This is 'late night talking.'"

Y/N feels herself freeze. Harry didn't tell her this. She had listened to the album countless times and never assumed any could be about her.

"Most are heavily inspired by you." She sees Tom (Kid Harpoon) leaning in close, sharing one of Harry's well-kept secrets.

"The entire album?"

"You're all he talks about."

"But he?" Y/N freezes.

It couldn't be.

Harry's gone out on dates. He's had flings. There was even that potential relationship, but he shut that down quickly once he saw how his partner didn't get along with her. Her failed dates always led her to spending the night at Harry's. Y/N seemed to be at the center of everything. If Harry was involved, she was around and vice versa. They were each other's better halves. It took them too long.

Now Y/N may have said the words right before Harry took the stage. It seemed this was how she left Harry to make his confession through what he knows best, music and the friends around them.

"He loves you." Glenne squeezes Y/N's hand, guiding her attention back to the stage.

"And I love him."

As the show was coming to a close, she made her way backstage alone. Y/N was a woman on a mission, and nothing would stop her. She needed to speak with Harry, and she knew everyone would come swarming soon enough.

Harry is still shining bright as he sings the final song for the night, while Y/N feels like she might explode as she counts down the seconds until he's at her side. Y/N spotted Lizzo watching from the side stage as well. When given the opportunity to see Harry from a different perspective, she knows that everyone says yes; only a fool would say no.

As much as Y/N loves when he tries to spot her in the crowd sending her a smile or blowing her a kiss, and his personal favorite swaying his hips at her to get a laugh out of her, which he always accomplishes. Y/N's favorite spot was right there, off to the side, so the first thing she could see was the disbelief falling over Harry as he realized what a show it was. The smile that takes place is one she thinks about often. It's pure joy and special only for his team to see. The rare moment he openly reflects in front of everyone that this is his job and he loves everyone second of it, not sure how to display how grateful he is for each person in his life. But they know. Y/N knows.

Y/N backs away from the edge to move further behind the curtains where Harry will no longer be visible to the crowd. He does a final wave, removing his in-ears and turning off the mic box clipped to his waist. Harry quickly hands it off to Pez, who is patiently waiting. Pez walked away as quickly as he appeared.

Harry took one look around the room before his eyes landed on Y/N. She also looked around, making sure it was her he was looking at. It only proved to be true when he started walking straight toward her. A serious look on his face, no smile, no frown. She couldn't tell if he was angry or happy. It's as if he put a shield around himself that blocked her from seeing him.

"Harry," she voiced carefully, her hands up as she was going in defense as if it would help calm him down if that was needed.

He didn't say a word. No, what Harry did next surprised her to the core. He took one look around her, then a look around the now empty backstage, and he kissed her.

Harry kissed her.

His soft pink lips connected with hers in a breathtaking kiss that left her frozen for a second. Her brain turned to mush, and she forgot how to move. When she felt him begin to pull away, she reacted. Her arms snaked around under the pink jeweled vest and rested on his warm back pulling him closer against her. She kissed him back, finding a steady rhythm as they let their mouths get acquainted.

Y/N never wanted this to end, never wanted to go back to not having his lips against hers.

Harry pulls away breathless, Y/N fears he's going to leave, and she tightens her hands resting on his hips. He chuckles, leaning his head down to press a kiss on her forehead.

"Not going anywhere."

The look in his eyes is sincere. She knows he means it.

"What was that?"

"Believe that's what you call a kiss, shortcake."

She bites back a laugh, "H, was that just a friendly kiss."

Harry laughs out loud, and she feels it warm her heart. That she pulled that out of him. "You go around kissing all your friends like that, love?" He's teasing her, and she loves it.

"No, course not."

"Well, neither do I."

Good.

That's good.

This means…what does it mean?

Harry leans in again to kiss her, but she stops him. He pouts, not at all hiding his disappointment. "Come here, kiss me."

"Wait…"

He makes it hard to resist him, but she persists. "What, shortcake?"

"Are you just trying to get some of tonight's adrenaline out?" She gestures to his problem that's straining against his pink trousers.

He looks surprised at her question. Harry shakes his head, his eyes full of amusement.

"Oh, my precious baby."

She frowns, "H?"

"What did you tell me before the show?"

Y/N feels a heat rush to her face. "You know what I said."

He tuts, clicking his tongue. "Tell me."

"I love you," Y/N breathes out. "That's what I said."

Harry can't stop himself and leans in to steal a quick kiss. "My secret, my big secret, Y/N. It's that I love you. Might have loved you since you held my hand as I threw up after I got food poisoning."

"Not your finest moment."

He chuckles, "no, it was not, but you were there."

"Well, you called me."

"Didn't have to show up."

Y/N sighs, "course I had to. You've been there for me."

"And I always will be."

She feels happy this conversation took place. Also, extremely sad they tiptoed around each other for so long when they could have been doing something entirely different. Could have been loving each other with no fear. But honestly, she wouldn't change anything for a moment because she knew she would have ended up here no matter what.

Harry's done talking; they can figure out the rest later. He decides to take them out of the open space, taking her to a secluded corner, not having the patience to wait to make the walk to his private trailer. Harry has her pressed against the wall, his lips against her as he ravishes her. It's fast and hot; she's moving against him, trying her best not to strip him naked and have him take her then and there.

Y/N's lost in exploring his mouth when he freezes, pulling away from her as she chases his lips. Harry laughs lightly while looking around to see if someone is coming by. When Y/N hears it, someone calls his name.

"Fuck," she mutters. They must be waiting for him to change.

"We need to go; we need to see what they want."

Y/N doesn't like that idea. She has him alone, and she's not going to give him up that easily. She takes a second to think, and then it hits her. All they need to do is send a text. It'll roughly get them half an hour. For right now, it will have to be enough.

Instead of sharing this with Harry, she brings his lips down to hers. She's addicted now, and the taste of his lips is all she craves. Y/N bites down lightly on his bottom lip, pulling out a gasp from Harry.

"Shh…quiet, baby." She teases.

Harry whimpers against her hand, covering his mouth. She places kisses on his open chest, her teeth grazing over his pulse point. His hands-on her waist hold her tight, and she knows there will be bruises tomorrow. Something she'll look forward to admiring.

"They're going to hear you, H." She teases but never stops her kisses. She wants to leave bruises. Y/N wants him to look in the mirror and see a reminder of her on his skin.

"We need to go, love," he mutters as Y/N lowers her hand, trying his best to hold back a moan.

"Here's what we're going to do." She whispers, making sure he's listening as he gives her an okay. Y/N can't stop herself from kissing every inch of her skin. It's why they need to get back to his dressing room. "I'm going to text Jeff that you need some time alone to decompress. You'll leave the Gucci pieces in the dressing room to be picked up in the next hour."

"Only an hour," he frowns.

"Greedy, baby."

Harry doesn't deny it.

"That's all the time we have here. We won't be leaving your room all night after the party."

"After!" His eyes widened in disappointment.

"Oh, you're precious, H." Y/N pecks his lips, not giving him the chance to reciprocate. "You promised her we'd go. Now we will."

"Fine, that's fine."

"Knew you could be good."

Harry moves his right hand up slowly over her jumper. Y/N wants to rip it off in order to feel the cold of his rings. She sees his hand move past her chest and rest on her throat. Y/N holds back a whimper, not having at all expected this. Fuck, she can feel how wet she's getting.

"Now, who said you were in charge, baby."

"Harry," she whines.

He squeezes her throat lightly; Y/N closes her eyes loving the power he has over her. How easily she let him take control. This game of give and take would be one she'd never get tired of.

Y/N takes her phone out of her pocket and shoots the text. Harry and Y/N are rushing down to the trailer as soon as that's done. There is not a single stop made this time; not until they reach the dressing room trailer labeled "HS" do they let out a sigh of relief.

Harry rushes in, pulling Y/N along with him. He doesn't take another second before he pushes her up against the locked room, his lips against hers moving in perfect harmony. It's not as rushed, but there's a lot more heat as Harry rubs his body against hers. Y/N moves her hands to rest on his shoulders and, in one quick motion, pushes down the pink vest, neither caring that it hits the floor, more serious matters to attend to.

Her jumper is neck to go, leaving her in a lilac bralette she had gotten a few weeks prior when she went shopping with Molly, who was in desperate need of girl time. Y/N honestly thought no one would see it, but God, she's glad Harry got to. His reaction was everything she dreamed of; his eyes darkened as they focused on her breasts. She knew they looked good, but his dazed look was just as good a confidence boost.

"Y/N," Harry pants as she moves her lips from his jaw and down to his neck, nipping as she goes. He stops her before she can even reach for his pants button. "No time."

"There's always time," she licks her lips, getting overwhelmed at the thought of getting him in her mouth.

"Fuck," Harry knows they're on a time limit. "As much as I loved that. I need to feel you. Need to be in you."

She sighs, "okay, H."

"Before we go on, I need to say something."

Y/N stills her hands, hearing the shift in his voice. Instead of fighting him on it, as she usually would, she just looks up to meet his stare and gestures for him to continue. He takes a deep breath before pressing a kiss to her head. "I want this. I want late-night talks. I want to hold hands. I want date nights and meeting each other's families. I want it all with you."

She feels her eyes fill up with tears because there's nothing she wants more than to build this beautiful relationship with him. They've been in each other lives for over four years, and she knows that the best is yet to come

"I want that, too. I want it all with you, Harry."

"I promise I will do everything in my power to give you the life you deserve."

Y/N laughs as Harry wipes away a tear that managed to escape, "as long as I have you, it's all okay."

Now that Y/N and Harry know that this is real and finally happening, they get back to the one thing they need most at the moment, each other.

Harry is back on her, kissing her as if he never stopped. She's moaning, holding him by the hips wanting no space between them. Her hands travel over the top, resting on the ferns peeking out. She quickly undoes the button as Harry pushes them down and his boxers. Y/N wants to take him in her mouth, wants to have Harry moaning and writhing because of her, wants to bring him to the edge just enough, wants to tease him until he has enough and comes in her mouth.

Y/N wastes no time bringing her hand to her mouth and licking her hand to get it wet before bringing it back down to touch Harry's hard cock. Harry follows her movement, mesmerized by her touch. She's careful as if he would stop her, she looks up to meet his eyes, and he nods for her to go on. She wraps her hand around his thick length, slowly beginning to pump up and down. His breathing grows harsh, and he throws his head back, letting out a deep moan.

"Baby, baby," he gasps out.

His hand falls over hers, stopping her. She pouts, "want to keep going."

"No, fuck, I need to fuck you."

She liked that idea.

Harry unbuttons her jeans, slipping them down with her black lace panties, her lucky panties. She'd like to say, now more true than ever. In the next second, he turns her around, picks her up by her thighs, and sets her on the vanity. Y/N hisses as the top counter is cold against her skin. She reaches behind her to unclip her bralette, but Harry stops insisting he does it for her.

With one hand, and in seconds, he snaps it free, and she lets it drop in front of her. Harry picks it up and throws it over his shoulder.

Before she can even say anything, Harry's mouth is kissing her breast, and his hand is caressing the other. She lets out a loud moan as he playfully bites her nipples, pulling back to see her reaction.

"Menace," she breathes out heavily.

He giggles, placing kisses up her chest until he reaches her mouth once more. Each kiss was more passionate. She wanted to get lost in this feeling forever.

Harry snakes his hand down her front, parting her thighs as he gets a look at her glistening thighs as she's dripping wet for him.

"Haven't touched you yet, and you're soaked, baby."

"You're just that hot."

Harry smirks, "you know exactly what to say."

She's spread open for him as his hand spreads her juice around. She's moaning, needing more, ready for him to fuck her.

"Enough! Fuck me, H."

He clicks his tongue, "I'm a gentleman. Need to stretch you out first. Need you to cum for me. Can you do that for me?"

She nods as he slips a finger inside, moving it in and out.

"Words, baby?"

"Yes!"

"Good girl."

Harry adds a second finger moving quicker as his thumb flicks her clit. She moves to close her legs, but he stops her wanting to see her cum wanting to see her tighten around him before letting go.

"Close, H. Fuck." She feels her body tighten, but it doesn't stop Harry. If anything, it urges him to move quicker. He pays close attention to her clit. She pulls Harry in by his shoulder, leaning her head on his shoulder. She bites down on Harry's bicep as she feels her orgasm flush through her body. Harry lets out a deep moan at the unexpected pain.

Y/N leans back, head against the mirror as she catches her breath. Harry pulls his fingers out slowly to not overwhelm her.

"Fucking hot, baby."

She giggles breathlessly. Her face feels flushed, and he looks hard. God, she needs him in her.

He brings his hand to his mouth, his eyes locked with her. He slips them inside and lets out a deep groan as he tastes her.

"Taste delicious," he moans as he licks his fingers clean.

"Fucking filthy, H."

He smirks, "ready for me now?"

"Yes, please."

Harry strokes himself two times before going to line himself up. She puts a hand against his chest.

"Better wrap it, or this ends now."

"Say no more."

He reaches down to a bag under the vanity and grabs a few more, falling to the floor at his urgency.

"Prepared?" She states.

He shrugs, "you never know."

"You saying you were going to get with someone tonight?" He instantly picks up the edge to her voice.

Harry laughs, "trying to fight, baby? Course not. Jeff always keeps me stocked, saying he doesn't know when the time would come that I would stop being a baby and finally confess my feelings."

"I'd say let's thank him, but it's none of his business what we do."

Harry gets himself adjusted and lines himself up at her entrance. He meets Y/N's gaze, checking if this is still what she wants; she nods.

"Promise I'll take my time with you after." With that final say, he slips inside of her. They moan together in unison. Harry gives them both a second to get adjusted.

"I'm good," she promises. "Move."

"As you wish," he pulls out and pushes back in. One hand on her hip and the other on the small of her back as he holds her on the edge.

Harry is thrusting in her, moving quickly. She's at his mercy, letting him bring her all the pleasure she desires. Their bodies are close together, her hand at the back of his waist as she presses lingering kisses to his sweaty skin.

His groans fill the room as he does his best to bring more noises out of her. All she can seem to get out is his name. It's enough to urge him to move quicker.

They aren't sure how long they've taken, but they know there isn't much left.

His eyes focused on her, making sure it was not too much. He is focused intently on all her reactions. When he raises his hand to rest on her throat, she clenches around him, making him thrust harder, a loud moan falling from her lips.

"Faster, harder." She begs. "So close."

Harry tightens his grip around her neck, her breathing tightens, but she welcomes this feeling. His hips snap in and out. Y/N pulls his head up by the back of his hair, bringing his mouth to hers. The kiss is fast and heated as they swallow each other's moans.

"Cum with me, baby." He breathes against her mouth.

She brings her hand down to rub her clit as Harry keeps with his hard pace.

Fuck.

A warm feeling washes over her as her orgasm passes through her, and she feels Harry spill in the condom. He keeps his lips connected to her, no longer moving, just breathing each other in.

"It's you. It's always been you," Harry tells her as he runs his hand down her back as they both calm down from their highs.

"Always you," she promises in return.

After a few minutes of holding each other, they realize it's time to go. He pulls out slowly. She hisses at the empty feeling she's left with. Y/N stays sitting as Harry discards the condom and goes to get a rag to clean Y/N and himself up. Helping her off the vanity, holding her still until the shakiness of her legs vanishes. Harry chuckles, proud of himself for leaving her this affected.

"No comments, H."

He holds his hands up defensively, "didn't say anything."

Y/N rolls her eyes as he slips on the extra pair of boxers he had in the small bag with his undergarments by the hangers. She decides to get dressed, leaving Harry to pick up the designer and now wrinkled Gucci clothing.

There's a shift in the air, domesticity settling over them. It's… it's nice. Everything they both dreamed of having.

~~~~~ ~~~~~

Harry is finishing hanging up his pink bedazzled outfit while Y/N gets him his spare clothes out of his bag. He declined a shower, stating he wanted to keep her smell on him. She handed him his favorite Gucci lowrise jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and a new cardigan he had received from Lambert.

Y/N smiles as she sees Harry putting on his clothes, all the bruises on his chest now hidden only for her eyes to see. She finishes dressing as Harry’s phone rings. They both let it go to voicemail, knowing they'd call back if it was important enough.

“You know that was fun.” She jokes.

“Yeah, that wasn’t even my best.” He teases.

“Mine either,” she throws back.

“Can’t wait for later tonight then,”

“You don’t even know what you have coming, Styles.”

“Hopefully you.”

Y/N kisses him because she can. Moving away from him to throw on another sweater, not wanting to deal with the other Harry threw, having it land near a spilled water they didn’t even notice they dropped.

“We’ll leave the party early tonight?” Harry asks.

“Only if you’ll take me to Billie’s set tomorrow?”

“Did I not fuck you hard enough that you’re able to think about tomorrow’s show?”

She giggles, slipping the green Pleasing hoodie over your head.

“H?” She’s waiting for a response.

Harry curses under his breath pressing a kiss to the top of her head as he brings her into his chest, taking in her warmth. “Yes, brat. we’ll go.”

Y/N frowns and shifts herself in his hold to look up at him. “Not a brat, H. It’s because of her special guest I must be there.” The excitement is evident in her voice, and there’s no way he’ll say no. Her special guest is a good friend of Y/N’s, having met her when she was just a mere intern years ago.

“Fine, but everyone’s going.”

She shrugs as if she doesn’t love the idea of everyone joining them. It’s safer anyway.

“Promise to hold me and dance with me.”

“Forever and ever, shortcake.”

Forever sounds good enough for Y/N.

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can I make a 2 requests?? for little blurbs/drabbles or whatever you are comfortable with??

being with harry at the afterparty and all the booty shaking they had to have witnessed 🤤

being with harry at billie's set. him wrapped around with swaying and whispering how much he loves you. OR. the opposite lol maybe a fast song and he's bumping up on her whispering FILTH in her ear 😌

of course you can! i loved both ideas but i think i love the second one a bit more😫 any other writer can feel free to steal the first concept <3

After seeing Harry’s set yesterday you were still on a complete high.

The adrenaline, from all the past songs and nearly making yourself pass out when dancing to TPWK, was still pumping through your blood. The tears, from crying through his most emotional songs like boyfriends and sign of the times, were still stained on your cheeks.

You couldn’t have dreamed of a more amazing boyfriend, well now fiancé. He was born to be on the stage and you were so in love with watching him perform. However, you were even more in love with him when you went to concerts and breathed through the music together.

“Warm enough?” Harry asked you, standing nearby talking to someone who he’d just been introduced to.

Currently you were listening to Billie’s set, hanging around in the VIP section. You hadn’t seen her set last week because you were so ill the next day from screaming and singing so loudly during Harry’s set. Glenne, Jeff, James and a few other people were here too. Her set so far had been criminally insane, but you were getting tired now and ‘Ocean Eyes’ had started playing which was calming you down even more.

“Mhm.” You nodded, turning back to watch Billie.

You expected to just continue to stand solo and watch Billie, considering everyone else was chatting and catching up, but it wasn’t before long that Harry came up behind you. He made himself aware to you by pulling your hood up over your head, allowing you to better smell his aftershave that he’d sprayed on the inside of the hood.

His body pressed up against yours warmly, his arms shaking over your shoulders and dropping in front of your chest. His fingers instantly started playing with the strings of the pink Pleasing hoodie you were wearing. Both of you were matching tonight, as by your choice. His warmth heavily comforted you, making you feel like you were on a blanketed cloud drifting off into the peace above. It certainly did feel heavenly when Billie was singing.

“You okay?” Harry asked, nuzzling his face down into the space between your neck and shoulder.

“Mhm.”

“Not saying much to me tonight. Promise you’re okay?”

You shook your head at first, not wanting to ruin his evening, but then he went and kissed your cheek and jaw to wordlessly show you that he was here for you.

“Just feeling really overwhelmed.”

“Just today? Or generally recently?” Harry asked, moving even impossibly closer so he could make sure he had a hold on you. He wanted to encase you the best he could in his love and support, because sometimes his presence was better than any words he could produce.

“Just today.” You raised your hands to clasp over Harry’s and he made sure to intertwine your fingers for extra love.

“Talk to me.” He spoke softly. Too softly to the point it was hard to believe he broke a water bottle and lost a Gucci ring whilst performing Kiwi last night from dancing too hard. He was a completely different character when he was performing and yet he was exactly the same person.

“I, um, I guess I just have moments in my life, like now for example, where I question whether I really deserve what I have. Like, am I worthy of experiencing this? Am I worthy of you?” You took a deep breathe, feeling slightly better after getting that off your shoulders but also really insecure over the fact Harry hadn’t said anything yet. “It’s silly. Forget I said anything—”

“No. No, it’s not silly. I have the exact same kind of moments.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, are you kidding? I mean, baby c’mon I get to have you in my life. You. Like the same guy who sings songs for a living was lucky enough to end up with you. I question whether I deserve you, and your love, every day because you’re too fucking perfect for me to even begin and explain.”

You didn’t realise you were crying until Billie started to become blurry. You sniffled, trying your best to hold in your cries and tears because of the many cameras that surrounded you.

“You’ve made me cry, y’jerk.” You laughed and Harry’s arms tightened around you.

You both went quiet for a bit, swaying along to the song you both adored. It was a song that was on your late-night-drives playlist for when you’re together, so hearing it live was extra special. The song was coming to an end and so was your ability to keep your eyes open. The night had taken its toll on you.

Turning around in Harry’s hold was confusing since he refused to let go of you. His hands stayed firm on your body, until they found home again on your hips as you faced him.

“Hi.” He leant down to kiss your nose.

“Sorry for being sad.”

“Hey, you’ve nothing to apologise for. It’s alright to be sad and thank you for talking to me.” He leant down again to kiss your forehead, knowing that you’d appreciate him reserving lip kisses for in private.

“Thank you for listening.” You smiled at him.

“Do y’wanna head home?”

“No, don’t leave on my account. I’ll be fine going back.” You tried to protest, not wanting him to feel like he had to leave just because you were.

“Absolutely not. I’d rather be with you.”

“Promise? You’re not just saying that ‘cause I’m not feeling great?”

“Promise.”

“Then let’s go home together.”

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HARRYCHELLA N.1

A/N: Hey lovies!! 💚 Sorry this took forever (going through finals rn yuck) anyways this was longer than expected...enjoy!

GENRE: harry x 1dbandmember!reader, fiancé!harry

SUMMARY: It’s Harry’s first night performing for Coachella and he doesn’t tell YN who his surprise guests are. (3.1k)

Since 2010 Masterlist

YN gets out of the back seat of the black Range Rover, her manager following suit as they make their way towards Harry’s sectioned off tents on the large field. Tonight is the first night of Harry’s performances for Coachella and to say that the couple was excited was an understatement. YN can barely keep herself together so she can’t even begin to fathom how Harry must be feeling right now.

Once the two women enter the big, white tent, YN could barely get a word out before she hears her name being called. Harry practically runs over to her and engulfs her in a hug, a bright smile on each other's faces.

Earlier this month, Harry flew to America to begin his rehearsals for Coachella while YN stayed back in Europe to continue her first leg of her tour. The couple called, texted, and facetimed every chance they got.

...

“How was the show?” Harry’s voice comes through the speakers of her phone. She has him propped up a box of complimentary soap from the hotel she’s staying in so that way she can look to her fiancé as she goes through her night routine.

Harry’s sitting on the bottom step of the white staircase he’s going to use for his performance in his rehearsal space. He can’t help the way his heart strings tug when he looks at how cute and comfy YN looks. She’s wearing his lavender robe with her hair pushed back by a mint, fluffy headband. A soft smile sits on his face as he watches her constantly have to push back the big sleeves of his robe as she rubs various products on her face.

“It was absolutely amazin’. There were a concerning number of signs that fans had asking me to marry em though.” YN smiles knowingly at the man through the screen. She knows that that kind of information can make him unreasonably jealous, possessive. She may or may not find it amusing and incredibly sexy when he gets like that. Harry knows this as much as she does but the sight of the ring he gave her shining under the bathroom lights, he can’t help but feel anything other than love and permanence.

“I miss you.” Harry’s voice rings softly through her phone speaker. YN’s quite taken back by his rare reaction but her heart only continues to grow out of love for him.

“I miss you, too, baby. But I’ll see you in a few days, yeh? Can’t miss my fiancé headline his first music festival now can we?”

“M’really excited. Can’t wait for you to see everything.” Back in 2020 when the couple got the news that Harry would not only be performing at one of the world’s most popular music festivals but headlining it, YN unashamedly ran around her house, screaming and shouting out words of excitement and disbelief.

“Me too. M’still mad at you for not telling me who you're bringing out though. You should be lucky m’facetiming you right now.” YN gives him a playful, pointed look, knowing full well she can’t go a full day without some form of communication with him. It still doesn’t change the fact that she’s mad for being left in the dark about his surprise musical guests. Usually he couldn’t keep himself from anixiously ranting to her about how excited he is to perform with this artist or how he can’t believe that after so many years of listening to their music he will be singing with them on stage.

"It will be worth the wait, lovie. I promise." YN nods understandingly and pats a towel to her face. She halts her movements completely before looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Stevie Nicks?”

“Nope.”

“Damn.”

Harry chuckles at the woman on his screen and rubs his cheek. He looks around the rehearsal room and can imagine the massive field before him. He can almost hear the sound of screaming fans and the heat from the blinding lights. He then looks off to the side of the stage and almost sees his love standing there, cheering and dancing from her spot.

“Just want you here with me already.”

“Me too. I’ll be right by your side before you know it. Jeff is already letting me stand in the wings. M’pratically gonna be on stage with yeh.” YN says before closing her eyes to rub moisturizer all over her face. Harry’s grateful for her actions as his smile would have certainly given away his antics.

“Basically, yeah."

...

After a mini reunion, it was time for the popstars to get dressed. Alessandro and Harry Lambert decided to keep the couple’s tradition of matching outfits and the couple was immediately on board. YN exits one of the makeshift dressing rooms with an outfit made out of the same material as Harry’s. She wears a rainbow sequin miniskirt, a matching, off the shoulder, long sleeve crop top, and black velvet thigh-high heeled boots.

“Well, look at you.” YN turns around to see Harry smirking. He’s dressed in his sequined jumpsuit with a big coat and she ponders the infamous question of how the heck can he look so good in everything he wears. Harry pulls her in by her waist to give her a much needed hug. “Gorgeous.” He says into her cheek.

“And you,” YN threads her fingers through his black, fluffy coat. “Look like emo Big Bird.” YN giggles when Harry playfully pinches the exposed skin of her torso.

“Brat.”

“10 minutes till stage, guys.” One of the backstage crew members tells them. Harry threads his fingers with YN’s as they both head outside to the backlot of Coachella’s main stage. Her manager and his team talk amongst themselves and trail behind the couple. The crew members flash their flashlights to the floor as they begin to navigate the dark area.

They can begin to see some of the crowd through the gaps of the stage set up. Harry’s grip tightens as his nerves begin to kick in. YN quickly but causally maneuvers him so that he stands with this back to the crowd. She knows how nervous he can get before a show, but this is on a whole different level. Harry hasn’t performed to a crowd this big before, it’s wholly life-changing. YN remembers how scared she was to perform at her first music festival and she will not let Harry’s worries ruin his night.

“Close your eyes and take a deep breath with me, yeh?” Harry nods and squeezes his eyes shut, breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth. After a couple more breaths, when YN opens her eyes she sees his familiar smile. She feels her cheeks heat up from his stare. How is it that even after all these years, he still manages to have this affect on her? “M’real proud of you.”

“C’mere.” Harry opens the front of his coat and YN gladly wraps her arms around his torso while he engulfs her in the fluffy material. She giggles as some of the fluff nips at her nose.

It’s not long before they see Harry’s band come backstage. They talk a bit with Mitch and Sarah before it’s officially time to head onto the main stage. YN begins to see Harry fall into his usual pre-performance state as she follows him and his crew further backstage. He lightly bounces from foot to foot, the fluffy coat moving fluidly with him. The sound from the intro video booms throughout the stage.

YN stands off to the side, being respectful of everyone’s space as she knows from personal experience how hectic the beginning part of a show can be. It isn’t until Harry beckons her over with a curl of his fingers that she goes over to where he’s crouched down on the rising platform. Once she’s on the same level as him, he gives her a quick exhale through his mouth, nodding to her in reassurance. YN places a gentle hand on his.

“Y’ready, rockstar?”

“Almost.” He huffs out.

“What else do you need?” YN furrows her eyebrows in concern. “Anything I can get you?”

Harry’s lip curls up in a teasing smile. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.”

Before Harry’s first show for his first solo tour, he couldn’t keep still. As excited as he was, Harry was utterly terrified. He was constantly pacing, his hands would tremble in nerves, and, worst of all, he would get inside his head. Jeff called her over to his dressing room in a cry for help, no one being able to sooth him the way she can. It did help him some, but YN still felt hopeless seeing him that way. She racked her brain trying to figure out a way to subdue his anxiety as they made their way backstage.

YN couldn’t let him go on stage like that.

So as the backstage crew members prepared amongst themselves in a hudle, YN grabbed Harry’s arm making him turn around to face her. Without a second thought, she gripped the back of his neck, stood on the balls of her feet, and pressed her lips to his. It had only been a couple of months after the Jamaica trip and they’ve shared a few friendly kisses since then. It could have been seen as a friend helping out another calm their nerves, a mere act of kindness. Or maybe it was a hint of her deeper feelings for him.

Call it what you’d like, but YN knew it worked once she felt his lips move against hers, his shoulders fell from their pitched position and his shaky hands became steady on her cheeks. His whole demeanor took a 180: the crease in between her eyebrows was nowhere to be seen and his dimples dug into his cheeks. Harry practically skipped his way onto the stage after that.

“Really?” YN’s eyes glimmer wide with amusement and excitement. The couple always tries to keep their PDA to a minimum for privacy reasons so it’s a bit surprising yet exciting to see Harry wanting to continue their ritual in front of the backstage crew for his biggest performance yet.

She giggles when Harry opens his coat once again. Since he’s in a crouched position, the coat is big enough for him to lean his head down and be covered from watchful eyes.

“M’not one for breaking tradition.” He smiles at her before she meets him halfway for a sweet kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” YN takes in the sight of the man in front of her and thinks about how far he's come since his first solo show all those years ago. Before she thinks about it too much to the point of crying, YN gives his knee a quick pat. “Now go sing about fruit.”

Harry laughs as he stands back up, cocking his head to the side with a quick raise of his eyebrows.

“If that’s what you wanna call it. See you in a bit.”

YN blows a kiss his way and smiles at the way he acts like it hit him in the face. She’s quickly escorted to the side of the stage once the platform rises and makes it in time to see him smirking as he looks over the crowd.

Harry is doing absolutely amazing and YN cannot be any more prouder. His sequined jumpsuit looks even better under the lights on stage as he freely dances around. He's in his element, thriving off of the screams of the thousands of people on the field.

YN knew he was meant to be on stage since the day they met. She knew he was going to make it big and it took everything in her not to cry the entire show. So instead she dances and sings along from her spot in the wings with Jeff, Kid, and Jenny—her manager.

YN cheers along with everyone else as What Makes You Beautiful comes to an end. As Harry walks back to his section where he keeps all of his water, towels, and such, he looks to YN with a smirk. Too wrapped up in the exhilaration of the show that it doesn’t register to YN what’s about to happen next.

Harry keeps a watchful eye on his fiancé as the opening notes to Man, I Feel Like A Woman are teased with the flashes of pink lights. He can’t hold back his laughter at the way she’s frozen in place for a second before her jaw drops open to scream in excitement. YN grabs onto Jenny’s arm as she jumps up and down at the sight of none other than Shania Twain at the top of the white staircase.

It’s amazing to see Harry dance and sing with the woman he grew up listening to with his mum and sister. He’s having the time of his life and YN was grateful that she gets to be a part of it, to be here and witness such a beautiful moment.

The surprises keep on coming as the stage crew walks past her with two white stools and sets them up for Harry and Shania. YN sees another crew member bring out an all too familiar sparkly black guitar.

There’s no way...

As Shania’s talking about how this next song is all about love, Harry looks to his love standing only a few feet away from him. YN has her arm linked with her manager’s while her other hand is pressed to her chest. Even under the shaded area, he can see how her eyes have turned glossy at Shania’s singing.

“Looks like we made it, look how far we’ve come my baby.”

Harry mouths those three infamous words to YN who immediately mouths them right back. He tilts his head back and lets out a deep breath as he tries to keep himself composed enough to sing.

From karaoke duets to late night drives, from on the Live on Tour stage to the hushed voices in a slow dance, it blows the couple’s minds that after all these years, Harry is getting the chance to sing Still The One with the actual Shania Twain. This song means so much to Harry and YN as it showcases their journey together; the ups and downs, the doubts, the perseverance—everything.

The rest of Harry’s show goes by perfectly. Not to mention that his addition of two songs from his upcoming albums made the crowd go positively wild.

"Like many things in my life, these next two songs are about my beautiful girlfriend. This is Late Night Talking." Harry says, laughing along with YN at the crowd goes absolutely crazy. It’s no secret that Harry’s songs have been speculated—and some even confirmed by the man himself—to be about YN. It doesn’t really bother either of them anymore as they know the true meaning behind every song he’s made. Like now, as the next song he sings is Watermelon sugar, Harry doesn’t shy away from singing directly to her about wanting her belly.

As the night comes to a close, Harry thanks the crowd one more time, bows and blows them kisses. As he walks off the stage, he makes a bee-line to wrap his arms around his teary-eyed fiancé.

“You did so good tonight, baby.” YN says in his ear, racking her fingers through his sweaty hair. “M’so proud.” Harry takes in her praises and all he wants to do is spend the rest of the night with his love. After a couple of weeks of being apart, there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

Harry raises his head from her shoulder and smiles at the person behind her. “Baby, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.” YN stiffens against his body. She pulls back to look up at Harry with a slight shake of her head in disbelief. He gives her a knowing smile and nods his head.

YN turns around and nearly faints at the woman in front of her.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you.” Shania beams, now dressed in a yellow Pleasing hoodie. “Harry couldn’t stop talking about you this past week.”

YN continues to blink at the woman in front of her before she feels a gentle pinch on her backside.

“A-all good things I hope.” YN manages to utter out. If it wasn’t for Harry's hands on her shoulders, she might have thought she was dreaming.

“Of course they were!” Shania laughs. “I got to learn so much more about you than I already know. Your music is astounding.”

“You’ve listened to my music?”

“I’m a huge fan!” YN lets out a laugh of unbelief at her compliment. Shania Twain has not only listened to her music but actually likes it? She might need Harry to pinch her again. “You're a truly talented musician. We should all have brunch sometime. I’d love to get to know you better myself.”

“We’ll definitely take you up on that.” Harry says behind YN before wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her close to his side. Shania watches fondly at the couple as YN puts a hand to his open chest and they smile lovingly at one another.

“I’ll leave you two be. We’ll catch up more later.” Harry pulls the icon in for a hug, thanking her for everything. YN thinks she might just break down and cry, but she can’t embarrass herself in front of one of her favorite musicians of all time. She’s floating on cloud 9 as Shania pulls her into a hug, still in shock of how this is her reality.

“He’s absolutely crazy about you, honey. He’s a keeper.” Shania whispers in her ear. YN’s heart is overflowing with all kinds of emotions, love being the one to take the cake. After she leaves, Harry’s hands find her waist again.

“How do you feel?” He chuckles at his fiancé's still shocked expression.

“Like you’re about to have the best sex of your life.” The tip of YN’s index finger slightly dips into the front of his jumpsuit before looking up at him with innocent eyes, contrasting her blunt statement. His eyes flicker to the hand on his chest. It’s a known fact that Harry can get himself feeling a certain way from being on stage but the added sight of the ring on her finger gets him even more riled up. No more words need to be exchanged as Harry threads his fingers with hers, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss her ring.

Their managers can’t say anything to them in time as they see a smirking Harry quickly tug his giggling fiancé back towards the white tents out back. They know better than to try to rangle the two. Instead, they make sure that no one interrupts their time together out of respect for their privacy until they have to be called back out to take some post-show pictures with everyone.

Oh, the things they make their managers go through.

Pt.2 here!

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britswriting · 2 years

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Honey, I'm Home H.S

Summery: Y/N catches Harry singing Shania Twain in their home!

Y/N uses they/them pronouns!

Compete fluff, safe for all readers Xx

a/n: I wrote this back in April after his Coachella set.. but I didn't really like the imagine so I've just been sitting on it, but I guess I'll let y'all judge if you like it or not lol

song: Honey I'm Home - Shania Twain

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“So, when Y/N found out that you were coming on the show…. They sent us a very exclusive video” Jimmy Fallon said with a smirk and Harry immediately blushed, covering his face causing Jimmy to laugh.

“Do you know what the video is?” Jimmy asked Harry who shook his head chuckling.

“I have an idea, but I don’t know for sure”

“Here, let’s just roll the tape!”

On screen showed Harry dancing in his house, singing along to Shania Twain.

“My panytline shows, gotta run in my hose. My hair went flat, man, I hate that” Harry sang in the sassiest tone ever

“Oh! Just when things couldn’t get worse! I realized I forgot my purse! With all this stress, I must confess, this could be worse than PMS” He sang along, quickly turning around when he heard Y/N laughing.

“This job ain’t worth the pay, can’t wait until the end of the day!” he sang to them, having the biggest grin on his face.

“Honey, I’m home and I had a hard day, pour me a cold one and oh, by the way, rub my feet, give me something good to eat. Fix me up my favorite treat” He danced towards them, doing his classic hip movement as he had the time of his life in his living room.

“Join me!” he shouted, watching them film him and they laughed. “Honey, I’m back, my neck’s killing me, I need to relax and watch tv. Get off the phone, give the dog a bone!” He continued to sing along, causing her to laugh as he showed off his dance moves.

Their camera got set down and Harry grabbed their hand, pulling them into him.

“I broke a nail opening the mail, I cursed out loud ‘cause it hurt like hell!” He held out his manicured hands and they laughed, Harry taking them by the hand, spinning them and the video ended with Y/N laughing and Harry grinning.

They cut back to Harry having the biggest grin on his face.

“So what was the backstory there?” Jimmy asked, Harry sitting up straighter.

“So, I was just hanging out in my home, and I felt like reminiscing, so I turned on Shania Twain, because who doesn’t love her? Anyway, I had to get some stuff done, so I turned on music to make it go by quicker, and they walked in on it” He chuckled.

“So you listen to Shania Twain in your free time?” Jimmy asked and Harry shrugged.

“I listen to almost anything, but I grew up with my mom and sister blaring her songs around the house.. Just kind of made me feel more at home I guess”

Written on: April 23rd 2022

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 3 months

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YOU KNOW WHAT MAKES ME CRAZY?!

That this was Harry’s arm when I saw him at the Forum in November 2021…

And then I went to Coachella in April 2022, a measly 5 months later, BTW, and this was his arm…

Like, total beef cake… 😤

#harry styles #Harry styles is so buff!#love on tour 2021 #love on tour 2022 #Harry styles coachella #harrychella #ok also I can’t take concert photos or videos I’m so so awful at it 😭#0nlythrowharrybeaux

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fallingsunflower · 1 year

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Listen one of my lovely anons found Harry Styles’ Coachella weekend 1 performance from last year ❤️ everyone say thank you

#Coachella #coachella weekend 1 #harry styles coachella

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gucciwins · 2 years

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hey bestie, care to share about bel and harry’s experience during both coachella weekends? 👀🙏

well because you asked so nicely...

this is for my story love on tour and well let's just say I indulged you a bit. this is 3k of an inside to their coachella experience

Coachella Valley, California Week 1

"Where are you?"

The voice on the line sounds panicked, and you're trying your best not to laugh.

"Around," you tease.

"Bel," he deadpans.

"Phoebe Bridgers is about to play."

"Are you serious?" You can tell Harry is holding back a laugh.

"Come on, I promised her I wouldn't miss her set when she asked in Australia."

"And you promised me you would be back after Grupo Firme."

"They were good, weren't they."

"Didn't say they weren't."

You turn your head, trying to keep your eye on Naomi and Sarai, who are holding hands proudly wearing their VIP badges.

"She's not that far from your stage." You assure him.

"You promised me a cuddle."

"You'll live."

"Who are you, and what have you done to my sweet Bel?"

"An hour and then I'm all yours."

"You'll run back to me?"

"Speed walk?" You counter.

"Good enough. Next time, say no, baby."

"Like I can ever say no to Sarai, in what world."

He chuckles, "but you can to me?"

"See, you get it."

"An hour."

"Yes, yes. I know you can't go on stage without a kiss."

You hang up after a few I love you's and go to catch up with Sarai and Naomi but catch them interlocked in a deep passionate kiss.

"Let's go, lovebirds, I would love to be kissing my boyfriend, but we've got a show to catch."

Naomi pulls away, lips red and swollen, her purple lipstick still in tack thanks to it being a non-transfer kind. Sarai had already thrown a tantrum before they set off to make their rounds around the campground. They've been here most of the day, and you aren't sure how they're still going. They might have been thriving with the VIP passes as they were your guest and Harry's as well. It worked out quite well for them.

Honestly, you were happy they could make it after being in Australia for what felt like forever. It was mostly facetime calls, but there was nothing like getting to hug them or stop them from making out in front of everyone for the millionth time. Harry had visited you a few times in Australia. There was giving him tours of the set and going out with Paul and Phoebe when the weekends of them visiting matched up. It was a fun experience, but you were glad to be reunited, even if it was for the weekends.

You'd be getting back to Sicily working on The White Lotus. It was a fantastic cast, and you were excited to be there. Thankfully, the director did not like overworking the actors, leaving you free on the weekends, and also helped to align with you to be here for next weekend because there was no way you were missing seeing Harry take the stage twice.

Harry promised he would go to Italy with you for some time after. You assured him he didn't have to, but he said he was tired of missing you and for some time just wanted to be there together. Who were you to resist him after that?

"You could always leave us," Sarai sing-songs.

You scoff, "as if. I leave you two out here long enough. You'll get kicked out for public indecency."

Naomi hums, pressing a kiss to Sarai's temple, "she's not wrong."

"Can't help it that Naomi is this gorgeous, and I like showing her."

"Bel knows the feeling. H does a good job at showing you, isn't that right, Bel?" Naomi teases.

"Shut up." You know Harry is just as bad as Sarai, if not a little worse, when you're in the comfort of your friends.

The walk to the designated section for certain personnel was not crowded, with only a few people standing by. No one batted an eye at you, and you were grateful. You were never one for festivals, never having a reason to go and spend a day under the blazing sun and layer of dirt. But when Harry announced he was the headline for Friday and asked you to be there, there was no way you'd be saying no.

Especially when you learned what he had planned.

Phoebe Bridgers was a fantastic set. She sang her new song, and well, you loved belting lyrics to your favorite songs, especially with your best friends by your side. You dragged the lovebirds back to the main stage as soon as it was over. You had to walk through a restricted area, and that's when you lost them. They stated they didn't need to see you making out with Harry and went to find Jeff, who had told you would be by Tommy in a designated spot for all of the team.

"Bel!" You heard your name being yelled as soon as you turned the corner. There were Elin and Sarah talking in the band's, matching denim jumpsuits for today.

"You ladies look gorgeous." They both did little spins for you, letting you take in the entire look.

"Thank you."

Sarah offered you a long hug, then gestured down a bit further where you could find Harry. You were grateful, but it seemed you didn't need the help either as Harry's laugh was ringing out loud. You stopped to stare as he shined bright around his friends that came out to support him on one of the most important nights of his career. He had shared to you how nervous he was, and as much as you helped settle some nerves, you knew having everyone else there would be enough.

"Bel!" Everyone cheers as they catch sight of you. You send them all away as Harry excuses himself, bringing you into a tight hug, pressing kiss after kiss to your head.

"Going to let me go, H?"

"Not unless I have to."

"Can you hold my hand?" You compromise once more.

He doesn't answer, instead leans down and presses a soft, quick kiss to your lips before holding your hand tightly, bringing you over to everyone.

That's how you spend the last hour before he needs to head to the stage, tucked by his side with a large smile on both your faces. Harry once again needed your assistance getting ready, and well, you never did get good at telling him no, not when he wanted a moment alone together.

Harry took his sequined rainbow-colored jumpsuit from your stretched-out hand. He was slow in getting dressed, letting you admire him, a blush on his cheek from you staring. He leaned down, putting on his black leather boots, well-loved and well used. Gucci never seemed to disappoint when it came to custom looks for Harry.

"Did I tell you that you look beautiful?"

Your grin widens, "only every chance you could get."

"Good, you do look beautiful. Think you wanted to upstage me."

"I do that easily," you tease.

"That you do, my love."

You looked down at your mini dress. It was a cozy fit, with a fresh neckline and ruffled detailing. The colors were bright, and the fabric was detailed, from flowers to mushrooms to a layer of bright oranges down to a blend of green and orange leaves and flowers. You were showered in compliments all day, but it was late, and the cold was settling in, and well, you had forgotten your change of clothes in the car. Someone offered to go back for you, but you let it be for now. No need to make a fuss.

"You look amazing, H. Glad you went with this choice."

"Glad you approve."

"Spin, need to see how your ass looks."

"Because that's important."

"Your best feature."

"Thought that was my–"

"Don't." You interrupt him knowing exactly what he is going to say.

"Fine." He pouts playfully. Instead, you switch the conversation back to his performance.

"You ready, mi vida?"

He nods, fidgeting with his rings. "Yes, also a bit nervous."

"Nerves are good, remember."

"Means I care."

"That's right."

"Come here." You rush into his open arms and let him hold you. It's where you belong. It's home. It will always be home to you.

You're not sure how long you stay holding each other, ending the last moments of calmness before Harry has to go singing to thousands of people.

"H, need you now." Jeff's voice can be heard through the door.

He lets out a deep sigh, "in a sec."

You let him unwrap himself from you, and you reach for the thick black Gucci coat he will be wearing over his outfit. He slips one arm in and then the other, a perfect look sure to surprise everyone in attendance.

"Off we go," you tell him, turning to head out the door when he tells you to freeze.

You turn around slowly and see him grab something from his bag.

"Arms up," he directs.

You do as he says, and next thing you know, he's slipping a white hoodie down your arms and through your head.

"Don't want you getting cold."

"Thank you, amor." You wrap your arms around yourself, already feeling warmer.

"Now off we go before we get yelled at."

Harry and you shared a final kiss as he made his way on stage while you made your way down, following Jeff and Glenne to your designated section. Glenne made sure to hold your hand tight, not wanting you to get lost in between the large crowd of VIPs and all of these other guests that workers and friends of Harry had invited.

You noticed how loud the cheers got as the lights dimmed and the visuals began. Molly told you all about her and Harry's vision, and it's safe to say you were a fan. Ever since the album was finished and Harry shared it with you, it's all you listened to. You were just a bit obsessed.

As soon as Harry came flying down the stairs, you were in a trance. He was shining bright just as he was meant to. He was made for this, made to be on stage and entertain thousands with his music and talents.

There was not a single moment where you weren't dancing or singing with those around you. Everyone around you was basking in the energy just as you knew Harry was. He gravitated to your side more times than not. Blowing kisses at you, sending you long stares, and your favorite was when he cat-walked down, moving his hips side to side, making sure to lock eyes with you needing to see that you were watching.

It's safe to say you were feeling on fire. It was nothing in comparison to how Harry was feeling.

When Shania Twain came on stage, seeing how the crowd lost their mind was everything. This moment for Harry was a dream, and you knew he'd be so excited to share this with Anne and Gemma. The stories of endless car rides as they sang all her songs in the car. You had memories of doing the same with your mother.

As the show was coming to an end, Tom led you back to the side stage so that you'd be able to greet Harry as soon as he came off stage. You were proud of him. You always would be.

Once he gave his final bow, he walked off and right into your waiting arms.

"You were wonderful."

"A true shining star."

"Mi vida, estoy orgullosa de ti."

Harry giggles as he basks in your endless compliments. You led him away from the stage, pressing kisses to any part of him you could reach on his warm skin.

"I love you, Bel. Thank you for being here."

"I love you. Nowhere else I would rather be."

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Coachella Valley, California Week 2

"You promise we'll go see Billie's set tomorrow?"

"Course, you know I'm a fan."

"Me too." You kiss his cheek.

"And?"

You look at him, confused. "What?"

"You know who her guest is." He states.

Your eyes widened in surprise at how quick he was to guess that. "How'd you know?"

"I know you, love." Harry holds you by your hips, "now spill."

"Hayley," you mutter quietly.

"Come again."

You throw your head back before looking him dead in the eyes. "Hayley Williams!"

Harry's eyes begin to shine with excitement. "Really?"

"Yes, and I'm dying to see her sing."

"Oh baby, we've got to meet her."

You nod, agreeing, "I shot her a text. Said she's happy to do lunch."

"Were you going without me?" He accuses playfully.

"Absolutely, got shoot my shot, don't I." You tease.

"Abso-fucking-lutly not. The only person you're getting with is me."

"I wouldn't dream of it, amor. You know that."

Harry kisses your lips three times, and just as he is about to pull away, you hold him by the back of his neck, deepening the kiss until he lets out a deep groan. You would have taken it further if his phone did not start ringing.

"Every time," he mutters.

You giggle, "later tonight," you promise.

"Holding you to that."

"I hope you do." You smirk," not opposed to getting on my knees tonight."

Harry's jaw drops as he answers the call. "You won't be the only one, darling."

As Harry takes care of the call, you look at yourself in the mirror. You went simple on tonight's outfit as opposed to last week, forgoing the dress and instead wearing black flared pants and a cream sweater that you had stolen from Harry sometime in February.

Harry had added small gems to your face making a small heart on the right side of your face. The Pleasing bandana tied around your head, your initials embroidered in one corner that Harry had explicitly requested for you. It was now one of your newest prized possessions.

"Where are the lovebirds now?" Harry asks, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"They stopped answering me during The Regrette's set."

"You're not worried?"

You laugh, letting your head rest against his chest, "of course I am. But if they were in trouble, my phone would go off. Promise they won't miss your set."

"No, it's not that. It's just…"

"Spill it, Styles."

"You just haven't spent time with them."

"Sure I have."

Harry gives you a knowing look, "you've been at my side the entire time."

You sigh, knowing he's right. "Well, they don't get a break, and it's a nice vacation for them. Especially two weekends in a row."

"You missed them. It's okay to spend time with them."

"Not in this environment. Plus last weekend I spent it with them. You let me go and watch all those artists with them."

Harry kisses your head, "okay, you're right."

"This isn't a way to try to get rid of me?"

"Never, querida."

"Good."

"Now, let's take a nap. Soon enough, everyone is going to want a piece of you."

"Come here then."

Tonight's outfit would be one that would never leave the top of your favorite list. Harry was once again in custom Gucci dressed in a leather bomber jacket with cherries and strawberries applique detailing. His pink trousers had to be your favorite. It has HS applique displayed proudly on his bum, stating his initials proudly. The finishing touch was the silver belt with a strawberry buckle. That was your pick.

And when he slipped off the cropped jacket, after the bridge of 'As it Was,' he would be left in the matching vest displaying the strawberries. He reminded you of a cowboy. This wasn't something you knew you were into until tonight.

You admired Harry from afar as Mitch spoke to you about how he thought his son was growing up to fast. When you saw the little bub after coming back from Australia, you were moved to tears at how big he'd gotten. Both Mitch and Sarah faced timed you as much as they could when you were both free, and it was nice to keep those relationships growing.

"Bel, come here, please?" Jeff shouts, and you wince, not at all liking his tone.

"Yes?"

You look between Jeff and Harry, holding your breath, thinking you did something wrong. Maybe you posted on your story and didn't know, or worse, something happened to Naomi and Sarai.

"H thinks the fans won't be content with the surprise guest."

You frown, "H, you've been so excited to sing with her."

"It's just that the fans have been tweeting guesses, and well, most of them want Niall."

"Your friend, Niall?"

Harry nods, "oh darling, I promise they'll love it. Especially because of the song you'll be covering."

"Promise?"

"Promise, amor."

You see the moment when he finally lets himself relax, "okay, yeah. Okay."

"Can you give me a few minutes with Bel?" Harry asks.

"That's all you have before you have to get on stage."

Harry smiles as he takes in your worried grin. "Hold me for a bit, baby."

"Always, amor."

He tucks his head in your neck as you snake your arms under his jacket and vest, running your hands up and down his smooth back. No words were shared as you let him calm down, taking long deep breaths. Time moved slowly when you were together because when Tom came for Harry, it had felt like over an hour together when it had only been five minutes.

Harry pulls away, bringing his hands up to cup your face leaning in to give you a long deep kiss. You melt against him, feeling all the love he was putting in the kiss and hoped he felt the same.

"See you out there, mi estrella."

Being in the audience was always a joy, but tonight the crowd seemed to be even louder. They were singing back every song and dancing just as freely. You were in love with the band, how well they changed the intro to the songs, how well practice had gone, everyone was excited to be back on stage, and it was noticeable in how they played.

Harry caught a cowboy hat, and he didn't think twice about putting it on. He strutted down towards you, tipping his head down to you in respect before throwing it out to you. Sarai jumped high to catch it and then placed it on your head. They gave Harry a thumbs up as he laughed, going back to his microphone center stage.

Like you said once, Lizzo took the stage; it was all cheers. You had Tom rush you backside stage to be there to help Harry slip on his pink Gucci coat. He was surprised to see you but used the opportunity to steal a kiss before strutting down the runway to meet Lizzo. There were no nerves, only joy spotted on Harry's face as they sang 'I Will Survive.' Lizzo's power vocals shone brightly as Harry's voice went low in a way you had never heard before. It's something you wished he'd explore more.

You spent the rest of the show on the side dancing with Tom. You noticed how Harry looked over much mover, and as soon as Lizzo was done singing, she came over to you. She hugged you tightly and held your hand as you proudly watched Harry.

"After-party at mine, alright, Y/N?"

You smile at her, "we'll be there."

"Bring your friends. They look like a fun bunch."

"Oh, they are."

The show had reached an end, and soon enough, your boyfriend was back in your arms. He was warm and sweaty, but you embraced him tightly.

"Mi vida," you whispered against his neck, pressing kiss after kiss feeling the race of his pulse.

"Proud, baby?" He asks, breathless.

"Always."

Harry moves you deeper backstage until you arrive at his private dressing room, and well, it's safe to say no one questions what you were up to. The bruises on his chest speak for themselves.

And hey, the night's not over.

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besties, it seemed i was missing bel and harry just as much as you. please enjoy this little blurb of their time in california. hope you enjoy my loves <3

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