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cherryjuiceblues · 2 months
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thinking about rugby!harry who surprise tackles y/n to her tiny single bed and squeezes his big biceps around her waist to make her swoon.
rugby!harry who comes round covered in grass and blood stains and smells all dirty and sweaty just to jump in y/n’s shower because he wants to use her floral scented products. and then flop over her body and shake his wet hair like a dog.
rugby!harry who gets hard to the sound of her squealing giggles and presses his weight on her to elicit more. who ruts his hips against hers through grey sweats and kisses her stomach over her shirt. who could suffocate himself in between her thighs forever for his own pleasure, living off of her whimpers and moans.
rugby!harry who takes up every space he enters with his big broad body. back mouthwateringly big and dotted in freckles, arms thicker than y/n's head and thighs with muscles she's never even seen before. who leans against door frames and makes y/n think they might crack under the pressure. whose hands cover her entire face without trying.
rugby!harry who has stamina for days. who may not last so long but can go three, four times without stopping. who can cum and fuck y/n through it, not soften even a fraction as his load slips out around him with each thrust and makes a disgusting mess beneath them.
rugby!harry who scoops it all up with his fingers and stuffs it back inside her when they're done. who says goodbye to her cunt by patting it firmly before getting up to clean his girl, mournful every time he has to watch her push it all out.
rugby!harry who pretends not to love being the little spoon despite practically melting whenever he's granted the opportunity. because despite the fact that y/n can hardly wrap her arms around him, harry thinks it feels so good to have her smaller body try so hard to engulf him the way he does her.
rugby!harry who is a big old softie for his missus and his missus only. who loves his friends and teammates with insults and jibes and saves the sap for y/n. who would never dream of giving up calling her those cheesy pet names for the world, because she still goes giddy and shy even after all this time.
rugby!harry who, whenever he scores, always holds up his hands in a sign just for her. who brings her to every game, spots her in every crowd, takes her around the world with him and she follows as his biggest and best fan.
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whitemancumslut · 9 months
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feminization kink with harry pls
content warnings: minors dni: feminization kink, mentions of pegging, pet names, overstimulation, use of the wattpad “forbidden p word”
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“Look at my pretty baby girl,” You cooed as you ran your fingers through the tight curls of his dark hair. He moaned around the cock strapped to your waist as you guided his head up and down.
His eyes were glossy, glistening with the ceiling light, looking up into yours. You popped his mouth off as he inhaled deeply, hissing as he watched the line of saliva drain to his chin.
“You like sucking my cock, don’t you, baby?”
He nods quickly, swallowing down the spit in his mouth before he hums with his lip between his teeth, wanting more and more, but wouldn’t dare going in without permission.“Can I please continue, mommy?”
You smile down at him. How can you say no to that? You take his hair in your hand, harshly pulling him closer to the cock.
“How can I say no to that, hmm?” He smiles up at you, peaking down at the cock in front him. His tongue peaking out to lap the tip before taking the rest into his mouth.
You moan, releasing the rough grip on his hair, the smile becoming permanente as you admire his pretty lips. “Look so pretty, baby. The prettiest, aren’t you, princess?”
His face softened and his eyes grew more and more softer at the pet name and the dent in his cheeks became more prominent. He hums a yes and he began to bob his up and down on your cock and the view was beautiful. Should be hung up in a gallery. The way his eyes stayed glued to yours, his hands on your thighs, and his cock still painfully hard, ready to be tend to.
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Harry's Naked Bum Turns You On /concept/
AN: i asked for people to send in photos of Harry and said i'd try to write a short story inspired by the picture. @abby8694 sent the photo below. so thanks to her for submitting it. also i believe this picture is a l*rry manip so lets pretend its not, okay. okay. enjoy.
This story contains: mentions of naked body parts, playful angst, mentions of sex and masturbation
{ boyfriendrry - softrry - dunkirk harry era }
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Harry lays in the bathtub just watching you get ready for bed, but the view of his naked bum sticking out from the water is turning you on. Only problem is, you're on your period and can't do anything about it.
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You were in the bathroom trying to do your night time routine while Harry soaked in the bathtub that's located directly behind the double vanity sink. Along with your dog Roxie sitting by her father beside the tub. You would have joined your boyfriend in the warm bath but you were unfortunately on your period.
As you stood at the sink applying your facial creams, you hear the water sloshing from the tub behind you and glance in the mirror to see that Harry is turning around on his tummy. He lets his arms hang off the end of the porcelain bathtub while his head lays on the side, just watching you get ready for bed.
From your view in the mirror, you can see a sleepy Harry staring at you but also his perfectly round ass on full display. The same ass you love to grab and tease so much during sex. Oh fuck, you're getting yourself turned on and you can't have that when you're on your period.
"Harry!" you groan, actually turning around to see him and not just through a mirror.
"What?" he questions back innocently.
Looking away before you actually have to hop in the shower for a mess free masturbation session, you answer, "Cover your ass up. It's turning me on."
Harry giggles, wiggling his bum a time or two and retorts, "Well would you rather me turn back 'round so you can see m'dick. That also turns you on."
Huffing with frustration, you argue, "Fine, all of you naked turns me on. And I'm on my period so it's making it worse. Just hurry and get out so we can cuddle in bed, please." You finish up the last of your bedtime routine and march right out of the bathroom and into your bedroom, Roxie following behind you.
Right as you get all comfy in bed, you hear Harry say from the bathtub, "Fine, m'gettin' out. But if you want some privacy to flick the bean you have about three minutes until I'm in there." You gasp at how out of pocket that last sentence was, him knowing you can't touch yourself or him even touch you while you're in bed because you'd get blood all over your hands and the sheets.
Though Harry has told you time and time again he's not opposed to period sex, you're the one that has a problem with it.
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harrysfolklore · 1 year
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remember that i was doing small blurbs with these writing prompts? well i never finished them and im bored so lets go
YN gets drunk easily, and Harry knows that. He also knows that she's a very very affectionate drunk, and as he carries his girlfriend home from a night out full of fruity drinks and dancing for her, he regrets letting her mix all kinds of alcohol.
"I might be just a liiiittle bit tipsy." she said with a giggly voice as Harry opened the door of their shared flat.
"A bit tipsy? I think 'pissed drunk' is the right term, lovie." Harry carried his girlfriend upstairs, making her sit on their bed as he moved around the room looking for what he needed to get her ready for bed, and as he approached her to wipe the mascara off her eyes, he realized that she had other plans.
“I want to make out.” she said pulling him down by the collar of his shirt and approaching his lips “Easy there, you little minx, you’re drunk and you need to get into bed, we can do that in the morning.” he stopped her, rubbing her eyes to get the mascara off them.
"But whyyyy." she whined, clinging to his neck and placing sloppy kisses there, Harry couldn't help but melt as his girl in her drunk state, he thought she was adorable, even when she was trying to get in his pants.
"Because you're hammered, and you might throw up in a few minutes, you need to take some advil and sleep, gorgeous." He said as he got her in her pajamas, that consisted in a big shirt of his and some boyshorts.
Accepting that she wasn't getting anything for the night, she let out a grumbling noise and dramatically threw herself in the bed, hiding under the sheets. Harry couldn't help but giggle a bit and move to their bathroom to freshen up before bed, and change into his own pajamas.
When he returned to the bedroom, his love was still hiding under the covers, but he knew she wasn't asleep just yet because her sudden movement when he walked into the room gave her away.
He laid down on his side of the bed and slowly pulled the covers from her face, smiling when he saw the dramatic pout and puppy eyes on her face, "Come on, stubborn girl, give me a smile." he cooed, and his girl only gave him a frown back, "I can’t smile at you, I’m mad." she dramatically told him, but nevertheless. she let him cuddle her on his side and placed her head against his chest.
"Mad because I didn't want to make out with you?" he said as he gently caressed her hair, he knows she's going to drift off to sleep at any minute, "Exactly! You're my boyfriend, boyfriends are supposed to do that" she said as if it was the most logical thing ever, and all Harry did was kiss the crown of her head multiple times.
"You're right, gorgeous. I'm a terrible, terrible boyfriend" he mumbled against her head, and when he got no reply, he knew she was out.
He closed his eyes, deciding it was time to sleep for him too. He knew he was going to wake up to a grumpy, hungover girl begging for some advil and lots of water, but he wouldn't have it any other way
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sunshinemoonsposts · 8 months
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.Gentle bath.
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I hope y’all like it , do let me know!🌹
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In a cozy and well-lit bathroom, the soft glow of scented candles illuminated the air.The calming notes of a gentle melody played in the background, creating an atmosphere of tranquility and comfort.
Y/N, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and gratitude, found herself at the center of this soothing scene, with her best friend Harry by her side, ready to offer his unwavering support.
Y/N had recently undergone a minor surgical procedure, and the recovery process had left her feeling drained and a bit vulnerable. Harry, being the dependable and caring friend he was, had come over to her place to help in any way he could. He suggested a warm bath to help ease her discomfort, and Y/N had gratefully agreed.
Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, Y/N looked up at Harry with a small, appreciative smile. "I can't believe you're doing this, Harry. You really didn't have to."
Harry returned the smile, his eyes warm and kind. "Hey, what are friends for? I'm here to take care of you, Y/N."
With gentle reassurance, Harry helped Y/N out of her robe, his movements considerate and respectful. He made sure she felt comfortable every step of the way, his focus solely on ensuring her well-being. As Y/N lowered herself into the warm water, a sigh of relief escaped her lips, the sensation of the water enveloping her tired body like a comforting embrace.
Harry took a seat on a small stool by the tub, his presence calming and reassuring. "How does the water feel?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur.
Y/N closed her eyes briefly, relishing the sensation. "It's wonderful. Thank you, Harry."
Harry's gaze never wavered from her, his eyes filled with a gentle concern. "Just relax and let the warm water do its magic. I'll be right here if you need anything."
With Harry's reassuring words echoing in her ears, Y/N leaned back, allowing herself to fully unwind. The warmth of the water seeped into her muscles, soothing away the tension and discomfort she had been feeling. It was a small yet significant act of kindness, a reminder of the deep bond of friendship they shared.
As Y/N closed her eyes and focused on the sound of her own breathing, Harry's presence became a steady anchor. His quiet companionship was a source of comfort, and Y/N felt a sense of gratitude wash over her. She couldn't have asked for a better friend to support her during this time.
After a while, Harry reached for a soft washcloth, gently wetting it before squeezing out the excess water. With delicate care, he began to cleanse Y/N's skin, his touch light and soothing. Y/N's eyes fluttered open, a mix of surprise and appreciation in her gaze.
"You really don't have to do this, Harry," she murmured, her voice touched by a mix of gratitude and vulnerability.
Harry's smile was gentle, his focus unwavering. "I want to, Y/N. You've always been there for me, and now it's my turn to take care of you."
Y/N's heart swelled with emotion, her eyes misting slightly. Harry's friendship meant the world to her, and his selflessness in this moment was a testament to the depth of their connection. As he continued his careful ministrations, a sense of trust settled over her, allowing her to fully embrace the vulnerability of the situation.
As the bath continued, Harry engaged Y/N in light-hearted conversation, their words flowing easily like the water that surrounded them. They reminisced about their shared memories, exchanged stories from their past adventures, and simply enjoyed each other's company. The atmosphere was one of comfort and camaraderie, a space where their souls could connect without pretense.
After a while, Harry reached for a pitcher of warm water, his touch gentle as he poured it over Y/N's shoulders, allowing the water to cascade down her back. The sensation was a soothing caress, and Y/N couldn't help but close her eyes, surrendering to the moment
"You're doing an amazing job at this," she whispered, her voice filled with appreciation.
Harry's response was accompanied by a soft chuckle. "Well, I've had my fair share of practice taking care of others."
As the bath continued, Y/N felt a deep sense of relaxation wash over her. The soothing water, combined with Harry's attentive care, created a cocoon of comfort that enveloped her entirely. It was a moment of vulnerability, of trust, and of genuine friendship that transcended words.
Eventually, the time came for Y/N to step out of the bath. With Harry's assistance, she rose from the water, and he wrapped a fluffy towel around her, his touch gentle and respectful. Y/N felt a sense of gratitude swell within her as she met his gaze, her eyes filled with unspoken appreciation.
"Thank you, Harry," she said, her voice soft but sincere. "For everything."
Harry's smile was warm, his eyes reflecting the depth of their friendship. "Anytime, Y/N. Remember, I'm just a call away."
As Y/N dressed in comfortable clothes, Harry remained by her side, offering his continued support. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, the ease of their interaction a testament to the years of friendship they had shared.
As they sat together in the living room, sharing a pizza and laughter, Y/N couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude. Harry's simple yet profound act of kindness had not only helped her physically but had also reaffirmed the strength of their bond. It was a friendship built on moments like these - moments of care, understanding, and unwavering support.
Conversation flowed effortlessly, ranging from lighthearted banter to deeper musings about life, dreams, and the beauty of their friendship. The hours seemed to slip away, and before they knew it, the clock had struck midnight.
"Looks like it's getting late," Y/N remarked, a yawn escaping her lips.
Harry nodded, his eyes twinkling. "I've got an idea. How about I make us a cup of tea, and we can continue our chat in the kitchen?"
Y/N's tired eyes lit up with appreciation. "That sounds perfect."
As Harry disappeared into the kitchen, Y/N took a moment to reflect on the events of the day. From the soothing bath to the heartfelt conversations, Harry's presence had been a constant source of comfort and care. She felt incredibly lucky to have a friend who knew her so well and was always there to lend a helping hand.
Harry returned with two steaming cups of tea, the fragrant aroma filling the air. They settled at the kitchen table, their conversation resumed as they sipped on their tea. It was a moment of connection, of shared experiences, and of genuine friendship that transcended the ordinary.
As the clock ticked on, a comfortable silence settled over them. Y/N rested her chin on her hand, her gaze fixed on Harry's thoughtful expression. "You know, Harry, I can't thank you enough for today. You've been so amazing."
Harry's smile was warm, his eyes holding a depth of emotion. "Y/N, you're one of the most important people in my life. Taking care of you is just what friends do."
Y/N felt her heart swell with emotion, her voice soft but sincere. "Well, I hope you know that you can always count on me too."
Their conversation gradually faded, and Y/N stifled another yawn. "I think it's time for bed," she admitted, a playful grin tugging at her lips.
Harry chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Agreed. I'll take the couch."
Y/N shook her head, a determined glint in her eyes. "Nonsense. You're not sleeping on the couch. I've got a spare bedroom, and you're welcome to stay there."
Harry opened his mouth to protest, but the look in Y/N's eyes left no room for argument. With a resigned smile, he nodded. "Alright, spare bedroom it is."
As they walked down the hallway, Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude. Having Harry spend the night was the perfect way to end the day. She settled him in the spare bedroom, the soft light from the bedside lamp casting a warm glow.
"Here you go," Y/N said, gesturing to the room.
Harry smiled appreciatively, his eyes meeting hers. "Thank you, Y/N."
With a quiet goodnight, Y/N retreated to her own bedroom, a sense of contentment settling over her. She slipped under the covers, her thoughts filled with the events of the day and the presence of her wonderful friend just down the hall.
In the spare bedroom, Harry lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. The events of the day replayed in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction. Taking care of Y/N had been a privilege, a reminder of the strength of their friendship.
As he closed his eyes, his thoughts drifted to the conversations they had shared, the laughter that had filled the air, and the unwavering support they offered each other. It was moments like these that made their friendship truly special, a bond that could weather any storm and emerge even stronger.
As sleep gradually claimed him, Harry's last conscious thought was a simple but heartfelt wish: that their friendship would continue to thrive, and that they would always be there for each other, sharing moments of care, laughter, and companionship that made life's journey a little sweeter.
And so, in the quiet of the night, Y/N and Harry drifted off to sleep, each heart filled with gratitude for the gift of friendship and the warmth of connection that they shared.
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dontworrysunflower · 2 years
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Groom’s Sister | h.s.
a/n: we all know that one video that came out a while ago when harry said he wanted to marry the grooms sister and since then i couldn’t get it out of my head. so here we are. and i’m proud to say that the over 1k came naturally, i didn’t have to force it and thank you @watchmegetobsessed for helping me with the ending i literally couldn’t have done it without you! please be nice it’s been a while since i’ve written.
pairing: harry styles x fem!reader
warnings: alcohol (?), some curse words maybe, horribly written mutual pining
word count: 4.6k
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If Harry was being honest, he didn’t want to go to this wedding. He had just gotten back from a world tour, and the last thing he wanted was to be around people. He didn’t want to be around drunk people, tired people or happy people. Especially not people in love. 
His last relationship ended a while ago, but he didn’t have the time to grieve over the loss of it because he was in a new city every day. He had a routine: wake up, eat, rehearse, eat again, play, sleep. The relationship didn’t bring him any new inspiration for a new project either, so he was kind of in a slump.
Truly, Harry was going to the wedding for one specific reason, and one reason only.
Her.
He would never admit it outloud, he can barely admit it to himself, but he’s had a crush on her since he first met her all those years ago. 
There was one set back though. She was his friend's sister. 
And he knew it was like a rule, a universal rule that siblings were off limits, no matter how close you are. 
But God, everything about her intrigued him. She always kept him on his toes, and the blush on his cheeks was permanent when he was around her.
So granted, when he got an invitation to his friends–her brother– wedding a couple months back, he checked off the will attend box for the sole reason of seeing her again. 
They got along, but he didn’t have the privilege of calling her his friend. 
He could usually charm a girl with ease, no problem. But she gave him those butterflies everyone talks about. She gives him that cheesy rom-com feeling. He grew nervous every time she would go in for a hug, and he would overanalyze her touch on his shoulder when she pulled away or when she squeezed past him in a crowd. And she was so funny, he full-on belly laughed when he was around her. He was borderline tipsy each time they saw each other, but she was a full time comedian around him. 
He never thought it could go any further than a high school crush, and it still can’t. But he would be damned if he didn’t try. 
The ceremony was at noon, arguably the hottest time of the day and of course they had to get married outside. Regardless, after a slow morning and a shower, he got dressed in a plain black suit. 
Harry grabbed his stuff lazily before heading out the door, unlocking his car and headed towards the dreaded ceremony. He’s doing this for her. 
How pathetic. 
•••
He cleared his throat awkwardly as he leisured around the venue, trying his best to ignore the burning stares and the hushed whispers. He admired the gold embellishments woven into the ivy covered walls of the house. The ceremony was taking place in the patio, where tan chairs were already in rows, facing a gazebo decorated with white tulle and purple tulips. There was a band on one side of the gazebo, and drinks and finger food were set up on the other side. 
He could use a drink.
“Is that Harry Styles?” He heard as he walked past a group to get to the refreshment table. He hung his head low, not wanting to draw attention to himself as he grabbed a flute of mimosa. “He’s friends with the groom, I heard.” The group continued on their not so quiet gossip. 
He stood awkwardly against the wall with overgrown greenery, sipping at his drink, letting his breath fog up the skinny glass. He pulled out his phone, typing away at texts and emails so he doesn’t seem boring to the people around him, even though answering emails is boring. 
He gets even more uncomfortable when the band starts playing a classical rendition of Adore You, his foot tapping anxiously at the foliage under him, pleading for it to swallow him whole. 
This was a mistake. 
He shouldn't have come. He could be comfortable in his own home, in his own bed, but no. He had to have his own plan for this event, a plan that could ultimately blow up in his face. He dressed up in this expensive suit for what? Just because of this stupid crush on-
“Harry?” 
Nevermind. 
All his complaints were thrown out the window when he looked up and saw her. She was more beautiful than he remembered. 
“YN, hi.” He spoke softly, a smile tugging on his bubble gum colored lips as he looked at her. Like really looked at her. 
Her sage colored dress fell at her feet, the silk fabric hugging her hips and flowing down her legs. The best part though, were the straps falling on her biceps, leaving her neck and shoulders bare. He could imagine dancing with her and teasing her skin with his lips, his nose buried in her neck and taking in her scent. He knew she was a bridesmaid, he’s seen other women around wearing the same dress, but God, the dress was made just for her.
“How are you?” She asked excitedly as she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. She squeezed him in their embrace, swinging them side to side making his chuckle into her ear. She smelled really good.
Get a grip, Styles.
“It’s been a while, huh?” She spoke as she pulled away, and Harry nearly whined at the loss. 
“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” He nervously tapped his fingernails against his glass. 
There’s a pause between them, his eyes trained on her face and taking in her beauty. She raises her brows expectantly, her smile widening. “Well? I know you’ve been busy! Tell me about the tour.” She exclaims, maneuvering to stand next to him, her arms pressed against his. 
“Oh,” he chuckles nervously and looks down at his feet. “It was good, very fun. I leave for New York in a couple of weeks.” He’s usually excited about his next stops for tour, but when he’s telling her he’s leaving soon it makes him want to cancel everything on his schedule and go into hiding with her. 
“Wow, sounds exciting. Maybe I’ll have to go see you. See what the hype’s all about.” She nudged his shoulder, letting a giggle leave her lips and travel down his spine. 
He laughs along with her. “Just say the word and I’ll get you some seats.” He feels the urge to turn to her and wink, but he stops himself. 
“Good.” Her voice was low and almost sultry, and he could almost feel her get impossibly closer to him. 
He didn’t want to get his hopes up. 
“You excited? For your brother I mean.” He turns to her at his question, his eyes lingering on the shape of her lips before looking into her eyes. 
She inhales before speaking. “Oh yeah, I’m really happy for him. Marinna is great too.” She exhales as she speaks, her shoulders lowering slowly as she lets out the air. 
He nods at her answer. “I’ve only met her a couple of times, but they seem great together. I know Brian’s smitten for her though.” He joked, remembering all the times he hung out with Brian and how he just wouldn’t shut up about his future wife.
Harry was actually the first person to know that Brian was going to propose. Brian had called him in a frantic state, rambling on about rings and Marinna and the color white. Harry could barely understand him, and when he got him to calm down–ten minutes into the call–he smiled with pride when Brian admitted to finding the perfect ring. Harry hoped to find someone that made him act like Brian. He also hoped that someone was the person next to him. 
Brian’s sister. 
She lets out a chuckle. “Oh God yeah, he doesn’t shut up about her. It’s quite annoying actually.”
There’s a small fit of laughter between them, leaning into each other to suppress the noise and to not give people a reason to look at them. Her hand comes up to cover her mouth, the corners of her lips finding their way from being hidden. Her eyes are shut, blinding him with her glowy makeup, happy wrinkles appearing on the sides of her eyes. He wished he could kiss them. 
Someone stands at the entry to the backyard, the white doors open to the inside of the house, giving the ceremony a better flow of the space. “Esteemed guests, please find your seats.”
They catch their breaths at the announcement, her hand falling back to her side. When her arm relaxes next to him, his fingers start to tingle because her hand is right there, touching his. His hand is burning, aching to wrap around hers but he knows he can’t. She’s his friend's sister. But he feels her pinky rub at his, and he could be completely overanalyzing it, but he can feel it in his chest that he just isn’t. 
Before he can fully tug at her finger, she pushes off the wall with a sigh. Her hands smooth over her dress, getting rid of any dirt that could have set into the fabric. “Guess that’s my cue.” She turns to him fully, her neck and cheeks heating up from their fit of laughter.
She gives him a little wave before turning towards the doors, taking careful steps on her strappy heels. He sends her a lazy, lovesick wave (that she can’t even see). He just watches her. He hopes no onlookers think he’s creepy, but how could he not admire her. 
He catches his stare just before she turns back to him, her manicured fingers picking at each other before she opens her mouth. “You’ll be at the reception, right?” She smiled sweetly at him. All he can do is nod. “I’ll see you there.” She turns again, heading farther away from him.
“Hey YN!” He exclaims, a little too loud for his taste, but it gets her attention. She’s at the door, her mouth open slightly, awaiting what he has to say. 
“You look beautiful.” He showcases his dimples at her, hoping he can get some sort of affection across. 
Her breath hitches in her throat, but he doesn’t need to know that. She sends him a small smile, mouthing a thank you before disappearing into the house. 
He chugs the rest of his mimosa. 
•••
He is sitting near the back and right next to the aisle, an older couple taking the seats next to him. He twirls his initial rings in anticipation, waiting for the moment he sees her again. 
Oh yeah, and for the union of two people in love. He’s there for them too. 
He’s zoning out, focusing his eyes on nothing in front of him when the officiant motions for everyone to sit. The band plays at a smooth rhythm as Brian appears at the doorway, his parents on either side of him, their hands in his. They walk slowly down the white path, their intertwined hands squeezing each other as they make it to the gazebo. Brian hugs his parents tightly as they kiss him on the cheek and let him up on the gazebo and take their seats in the front. 
Harry pays more attention now as he watches the bridesmaids and groomsmen walk in, waiting for her to encompass his senses again. Surprisingly enough, she became even more beautiful in the ten minutes they didn’t see each other after their conversation.
She walks slowly on her skinny heels, her right arm locked with the groomsman beside her, her fingers holding the neck of the bouquet. The light colors of the flowers compliment her dress and the overall ambiance of the ceremony, but the beauty of the flowers couldn’t take away from the vision that is her. His cheeks hurt from smiling so wide and he was blinking so slowly as if he’s drunk, but he only had one mimosa. Her eyes catch his when she walks past him and a smile teases her lips. Harry’s sure that the look on his face could be easily deciphered, but when he looks at her, he’s not quite sure what’s behind those eyes. She’s already at the altar by the time he regains composure, and by that time everyone is standing up to welcome the bride.
She looked beautiful, everyone in the crowds had a fond smile on their faces as she made her way past them, but nothing ever compares to the groom's face. Brian was biting his quivering bottom lip, his eyes turning glassy as he went down a step to take Marinna’s hand. She kisses her parents cheeks before letting Brian’s hand to envelop hers. He quickly wipes at his cheeks with other hand and bends down to kiss Marinna’s hand. The maid of honor takes the bouquet, letting Marinna get a hold of her dress and situate herself across Brian.  
There are a lot of tears during the ceremony, Harry sheds a few himself, but he can’t help himself when he pans to YN every once in a while, watching her wipe tears and smile. The band plays upbeat music as everyone claps for the newlyweds as they kiss and strut down the aisle again with big smiles and a pep in their step. 
He continues to clap softly as the rest of the wedding party leaves after them, admiring YN as she walks down with another man but it’s okay. It obviously means nothing, he knows that. That doesn't stop him from hoping it was him she was walking next to.  
People cheered softly as they stepped away from the seats and made their way to the front, watching the newlyweds slide into a black convertible and drive off. 
Harry whistles them off as someone comes up beside him, his spine immediately tingling and his shoulders broadening. 
“So, how’d I do?” Her voice filled his senses. 
He chuckles lightly as he stuffs his hands in his pants packets. “A plus on walking and standing there.”
She let out a giggle and looked down, hiding her smile. His hand aches to reach for her chin and have her showcase her smile, but he stops himself. 
People start to disperse around them, heading to their vehicles. There’s just tree leaves swinging and the chittering of insects around them as she catches her breath. 
“YN!” Someone calls behind them. They both turn to see her parents looking at them, their own hands intertwined. 
“I guess I should go.”
Or don’t, he wants to say.
“I’ll see you at the reception, yeah?” She says as she steps away from him, a smile adorning her face.
All he could do was meekly nod and he watched her walk away with her parents. 
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Okay, he doesn’t have a plan. 
The process of charming a potential partner usually comes easier to him, it’s almost second nature. He doesn’t have to think about it. He can smile and say some nice words. Compliment them and boom! Done.
He thought he could just ask her, compliment her–which he did, he pats himself on the back for that– give her a shy smile and that would be it.
But seeing her smile at the happy couple, clapping along with everyone and in that dress. He wished it came easier to him more than ever. He needed it now, but he melted at just the mention of her.
He’s fucked, basically. 
The strobe lights hurt his eyes and the horribly picked music is making his ears bleed. He claps along with the rest of the guests as Brian and Marinna walk in, their hands joined. 
He’s changed into something less formal and less eye-catching. His black suit made him stick out from the soft colored ceremony earlier in the day. A cream colored suit adorns his stature, his blue printed button up living up his look a little more. 
Her seat was directly across from his, farther away in the wedding party tables but he had a great view of her. 
He’s distracted from his view of her as the DJ announces the couple onto the dance floor. A soft ballad is playing behind his words as he introduces them to their first dance as a married couple. 
Brian and Marinna look at each other lovingly as they wrap their arms around the other, her head resting on his shoulder, his on top of hers. They sway leisurely, focusing on each other's presence instead of the audience around them. 
After the meaningful slow dances, the party is in full swing, kids running around while adults drink and dance. 
Harry sits at his table silently, his head leaning to the side as his finger runs over the smooth glass base of his drink, a mundane look on his face as people around him celebrate.
His body shakes with a startle as someone roughly grabs at his shoulder, their fingers digging into his shoulder blade, shaking him out of his misery. His newly married friend pulls the chair out next to him and plops down with a guttural groan. “Styles!” 
Harry gives him a tight lipped smile, his lips rolling into his mouth in a silent greeting. 
Brian’s eyebrows furrow at his friend's attitude. “What’s up with you, mate?”
Harry rests his elbow on the covered table, his chin being supported on his closed fist. He shakes his head and pouts a frown then turns it into a faux smile. “Nothin’” 
Brian’s eyes hold a drunken glassy look as he watches his friend and then around the room, stopping for a second to admire his wife dancing with her friends. “What? Do you wanna sing a song for us?” 
A dry chuckle leaves Harry’s slightly chapped lips. “No, I don’t.” His slow gaze watches Brian take his champagne glass and gulp it down, then violently put the glass down on the table with a dull clink. 
“I’m real happy, y’know?” Brian said after a few seconds of silence, his head turned toward the beautiful bride. 
Harry gives him a small smile. “That's good. Congrats, by the way. I don’t think I said it earlier.” Brian nods in acknowledgment.
There’s a stillness between them again. 
“I know.” Brian blurts out. 
Harry’s face contorts in confusion. “Know what?”
Brian gives him a teasing smile and shoves his shoulder, sending the singer back a bit. “You have the hots for my sister.” 
Harry’s eyes widen, his mouth opening and closing, trying to find the words for an excuse or denial. He stutters, his face flushing, turning red like the strobe lights flashing around the room. 
“It’s okay, mate. If anything, I would rather she picked you than some other bloke who doesn’t deserve her.”
Harry’s eyes scan the room, finding her sitting at her table, diligently sipping at her sparkling drink, her eyes observing the space around them, but they don’t hold the same gleam like when she watched her brother get married, or when she talked to Harry. 
He doesn’t even notice Brian getting up from his seat and joining his wife.
His manicured fingers pinch at his bottom lip in consideration, his other hand flexing and balling into a fist out of nervousness. His mind reels at the thought of getting up and asking her for a dance, or just getting the courage to talk to her again. It’s like his brain turns to mush at the mere thought of her, and he thinks at this point he’s waited too long to even show his interest in her, let alone actually do something about said interest. 
But regardless, he gets up from his seat and picks up his refilled flute of alcohol–thank you, waiters–, taking a long sip of courage before walking around the crowded dance floor to get to her. On his way there though, he made eye contact with Brian, who was on the dance floor with his new wife. He seemed to send the singer a small smile and a curt nod. In those short seconds, Harry’s chest feels lighter and his head isn’t clouded with guilt.
The only reason he never pursued anything with YN–other than the fact that he can barely conjure up a full sentence around her– was because she was his friend's sister. Siblings were off limits, he thought. He knew he wouldn’t like it if one of his friends tried to get with his own sister. And now that he has his subtle approval, there’s a pep in his step. 
He blows out his cheeks as he works up the courage, her figure becoming closer and closer. Before he realizes, he’s standing right behind her, his thumb playing with the rings on his fingers as he slurs out the next words. 
“Hey there.”
Her movements were in slow motion, her shimmery eyes blinking slowly, her hair whipping around, and that same smile that makes him swoon grows on her face as she catches sight of him. 
“I was wondering when you’d get up to talk to me.”
He bounces on the balls of his feet, shifting his weight from his toes to his heels. His head leaned down shyly, his precious locks falling in his face. 
He looks around her, never looking her in the eyes because he’s scared that he’ll say something stupid at their eyes catching. His mouth hangs open, waiting for the thoughts in his brain to register into words. “Would you, uhm,” he takes a deep breath. “Would you like to dance?”
Smooth, Styles. 
She chuckles at his timid request, her hand confidently taking his and dragging him to the dance floor as one song finishes and another begins. 
Harry regains his composure, confidence surging through him as he repositions his hand in hers, taking it firmly while his other hand rests high on her hip. 
His eyes catch hers and his hand squeezes hers as they sway, a blush coloring his cheeks as they just stare at each other. They don’t talk, but it's not uncomfortable, it’s pleasant. Like they can just coexist with each other and they’re satisfied with the touch of each other. 
YN lets out a frustrated sigh with a roll of her eyes, her hand that was on his shoulder moving down to his hand by her waist and dragging down lower. 
Oh.
Harry clears his throat, his eyes concentrating on anywhere but her. 
He doesn’t know if it's because he’s a little tipsy, or because his mind is running with just thoughts of her her her, but his mouth moves faster than he can register and he’s blurting out words that should've been kept in the back of his mind.
“You don't have a boyfriend to dance with?” 
Obviously not if she’s dancing with you, he thought, mentally slapping himself. 
She swipes her tongue over her teeth, the corner of her mouth rising in a smirk because she knew exactly why he was asking. And God, he could fall on his knees and worship her right there in the middle of the dance floor. 
“Well I wouldn’t be dancing with you if I did.” She said sassily, her head leaning to the side, over her shoulder, her lashes fluttering seductively. “Did you want me to have a boyfriend?”
“Depends on who it is.” He said without hesitation.  
She hums and looks off to the side as they dance. 
“I know who you’d like.” She said with a teasing smile playing on her lips. 
Harry furrows his eyebrows. “Who?” His chest aches with a sudden jealousy.
“He’s sweet, kind of shy. He’s tall and has gorgeous hair-”
“Okay.” He says pointedly. “I think I get it.” There’s a silence between them. “You like that guy you walked with-”
He’s interrupted by a firm hit on his shoulder. She looks down to hide her smile and this time he doesn’t hesitate to lift her head up by her chin with his fingers. Her face falls at his action, her eyes softening and her smile relaxing. 
They continue to sway as the song changes. They can’t tell if it's upbeat, but they do not care in the slightest. All they can hear, see, and feel is each other. 
Her hand squeezes his shoulder, willing him to speak up.
A smile tugs at his lips nervously, his tongue pressing up to the roof of his mouth as he tries to conjure up his confession. 
“I…I really, really like you.” He starts off.
And she beams. Her smile is brighter than he could imagine and her eyes glisten. Her finger nails dig into his suit jacket again, encouraging him to continue. 
“I’ve just never done anything ‘cause you’re my friend's sister, and I didn’t want to cause anything between us, or between the two of you. I came because I wanted to finally tell you how I feel, but God you make me nervous.”
They erupt in tipsy giggles, their heads bowing forwards and lightly bumping into each other.
“You only came here for me?” She asked between breaths. 
He just shrugs and looks to the side teasingly, pretending to avoid her gaze. 
“How romantic.” She mocked with sarcasm, but her voice sounded sweet, making his insides turn. 
She rolls her lips into her mouth, trying to suppress a smile. “I really like you too.” 
His eyes linger on her lips, his lashes fluttering over his cheeks languidly. A smile peeks at his lips. “Yeah?”
She chuckles and nods. Her eyes fall to his lips.
“I guess you’re the reason I don’t have a boyfriend.”
Their noses brush as they lean closer to each other, their breaths mixing in between them as their lips linger on the other. 
“Maybe I can change that.”
His lips encapsulate her bottom one, the corner of their lips teasing a smile, making it harder to kiss, but he couldn’t care in the slightest. 
HIs hands leave her body to rest at her jaw, and hers hold him at his waist, his lips leaving hers to only deepen the kiss. Her nose grazes against his and she whimpers into his mouth, almost making his knees almost give out. 
They pull away with lovesick smiles, his warm hands still holding her face close to his so he could absorb this moment a little better.
He pecks her lips one more time just to be sure that this moment was real, that he wasn’t dreaming. He pulls away, his lips splitting into a cheesing smile, his dimples on full display.
He feels her shudder in his hands, the silk fabric of her dress cooling his touch as he moves his hands to the expanse of her back.  
He takes her hand and pushes her away slightly, bringing their intertwined hands above their heads and twirling her around, giggles erupting from both of them.
He squeezes her hip, pulling her back closer to him so their hearts are touching, swaying to the music.
She leans her head on his shoulder, her eyes closing, feeling warm in his embrace. 
The night continues into early morning, strobe lights softening and people retreating. They dance together for the rest of the night–except for the five seconds she stepped away to take off her shoes–ignoring the knowing glances from her family and the dwindling noise around them. 
The music has stopped, the DJ is long gone and the house lights illuminate the entire building. It’s just them wrapped in each other, and Harry can’t help but imagine them dancing just like that at their own wedding someday.
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violetsandfluff · 2 years
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Harry Styles Blurbs Masterlist
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here are all of my harry blurbs, or writings that are less than 1000 words. * indicates smut, ^ indicates angst, + indicates dadrry. red indicates my personal favorites, blue is other peoples’ favorites, purple is both.
Such a Pretty Baby
Horny *
Mommies and Their Babies
Smoke
Dimples
Too Sick to Sing
Only a Dream
Drunkrry and Sick!Y/N
This doesn’t have a title.
Dadrry Red Carpet?
Boyfriends
Late Night Talking
Plastic Surgery ^
100 Kisses
Wisdom Teeth
#cuddlebugrry
Hot Tubs and Hickeys *
Hide and Seek
See You Soon^
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a-strange-familiar · 1 year
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Ok guys, quick small concept. (Fluff ?)
Idk what to call this a blurb or a concept. Whatever you want it to call.
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Y/n and Harry are in the kitchen baking a cake. It's her first time staying at his place for a night.
They started officially dating just ten days back. So everything is kinda new and fresh. Soft unintentional touches which may or may not be intentional, blushing and butterflies are soo prominent.
They went on few dates before, both of them cuddled and watched movies, kissed a few times but didn't have sex. They thought it's too early.
So, today Y/n is spending the night at his place and they are baking a cake, because Harry is craving one. Harry is mixing the cake batter and Y/n is melting the chocolate for the cake.
Harry dipped his index finger in the batter, brought it to his mouth and licked the batter with his tounge.
He hummed at the taste, "Y/n, this is soo good try this." He dipped his index finger again in the batter and lifted it up towards his girlfriend beside him.
She just looked at him with a speechless smile, she darted her eyes from his face to his finger.
Shit , Harry cursed internally.
He made it awkward now. They are still taking baby steps. They didn't have sex yet, they just kissed few times. Now asking her to lick or suck on his finger is a bit early or even inappropriate.
"Sorry." He said and started to move his hand back. But before he can completely retrieve his hand she grabbed his wrist.
She slowly brought his finger to her mouth, she sticked her tounge out and licked the batter on his fingers. She maintained intense eyes contact while licking his finger and he have to stop himself from moaning at the sight.
She hummed, "It's good. But I think we should add a bit of sugar to it." She gave him a smirk and left his hand and went to the cabinet to get some sugar.
Harry stood there in awe while looking at his finger. He noticed that there is still a tiny bit of batter left on his finger. So brought his finger to his again and cleaned it using his tounge with a smile on his face.
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Idk why I wrote this. But I like it a lot.
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harrieatthemet · 2 years
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K but why have we never talked about how lavish and expensive angel baby’s wardrobe would be?!?!?
YEAH WHY HAVENT WE???????
Everyone knows Harry's got a thing for designer wear so imagine how completely unhinged he'd be with a limitless credit card and a baby on the way.
"Oh! Oh!," and he'd be squealing and wiggling with excitement when he'd show you his newest find, "Gucci sneakers! But fo' babies. "Need em f'angel baby."
You wouldn't even have enough time to part your lips in refusal before he's fishing for his wallet in his pocket, fawning over the mini-sized shoes zoomed in on the screen of his phone.
Maybe you'd even be a little more apprehensive to curb this ever-so-expensive habit he's picked up because, realistically speaking, babies grow. And while yes, the shoes are absolutely adorable, angel baby would get 3 to 4 months wear out of them. If that.
The shoes would pale in comparison to some of the higher end gifts you'd get from friends and family alike; Givenchy stuffed animals, Bonpoint nursery accessories, the crystal Tiffany & Co baby rattle that had essentially no purpose.
Once angel baby comes though, lord, does he spiral. She'd barely know how to blink but all it took was a small yawn or a half smirk and he was ready to empty his pockets. At the ripe age of 6 months she'd already managed to find ways to completely bleed him dry financially and have him swoon in response.
"Harry," and you'd start finding yourself asking him this question quite frequently, "why is there a $2600 credit card charge?"
"Been gettin' cold out, love" but he always came back with a reason, ready to back his newest spend, "don't want th'baby t'get sick!"
Maybe it's justified. It's all good-hearted, and while he's willing to spend whatever dime he has left to take care of angel baby, he's also fully willing to disregard common sense. Which is obvious, because no infant needs a $2600 outerwear set from Versace to keep warm.
Holidays are his favorite shopping expedition too, because every event requires a new, never-before-worn outfit for angel baby. It doesn't matter if its Christmas dinner at Anne's - angel baby is clad head to toe in a Gucci ensemble. Visiting your mother for a birthday dinner with your family? Yep - angel baby is decked out in a custom-made Balenciaga tracksuit he paid to have made so she was the only one to own it.
"She has more clothes than I do!" you'd be sifting through your now-toddler's closet, which held clothes worth more than a regular-sized home.
"She does not," and he'd have her on his hip, the two of them berating you from across her room, "s'important t'have options, right Bub?"
He'd totally create a monster with an insatiable taste, too - a total diva. She'd be in her early years of childhood picking outfits for playdates with Gucci logos or Fendi print. And he would just eat it up, watching in amusement and adoration when she'd mix and match her seemingly endless options.
"I can't believe you bought that." and now you're standing alongside him, sending in your kindergartener for her first day of school in a Burberry raincoat and matching dress.
"I know," he'd sigh, and you'd think you finally got him to see how silly his spending habits have been, "I completely forgot t'get the matching rain boots."
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meetmymouth · 2 years
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We need a good angsty blurb, make us suffer please😭 (maybe with a bit of happy ending, don’t make us suffer that much)
bye i love angst with no happy ending sorry 😐
You turn your face to the side, and watch the lights reflect on the wine glasses.
Two of them.
Both untouched.
The blood-like drink almost mocks you, and if it were to talk, it wouldn’t even matter to you. Nothing could beat the words coming out of his mouth.
He looks good, you find yourself thinking, as you keep watching the bubbles in the glass. He’s dressed casually, unlike your own attire, and you almost let out a pathetic laugh, the situation you’re in hitting you like a brick.
“Since when?” You find yourself letting out, words muffled as they leave your dry, chapped lips.
You turn to him for his response.
He looks up.
Everything stills in the room when he looks into your eyes. They’re not as lively as before– before everything. Before sleepless nights, before late nights outside, God knows where.
You knew he wasn’t cheating— but at this moment, you wished he did.
You wished he wasn’t a good man. You so wished he was the villain, the bad guy, the cheater. If he were, you would have it in yourself to hate his guts.
Instead, he was an honest man.
Harry wets his lips. You watch the movement of his pink tongue sliding across his equally pink lips. They were pale. This makes you turn back to the wine bottle sitting on the table.
“Last month.”
“What’s her name?” a shiver. “Do I know her?” I probably do.
“Y/N...” Harry makes a face. One you know meant he wouldn’t let you get ahead of him. Not this time. He would be on top of his game. “I’m really sorry.”
“Why?”
He coughs into his fist. It’s a tactic— he’s trying to buy time. To put it simply: he doesn’t know why— or how— or when. It happened.
Love, happened.
“Don’t ask questions like that,” he says instead, hands on his knees.
She wishes she could lay on them, like before.
Instead, she looks at his knees with such disdain. She doesn’t know this person anymore— doesn’t know his body. A body once she knew, belonged to someone else now.
She clears her throat. An act made just to seem strong. “Do you— do you love her?”
“Y/N, please— you’re making things so much harder than they should be.”
“What the fuck do you know about ‘hard’?” She gets on her feet. She grabs the empty wine bottle, and throws it against the coffee table, making it shatter and fall to the ground.
Harry flinches, as he watches the pieces of glass decorate the rug they chose together.
“I love her, yes, I do,” fingers run through his hair. “Is that what you wanted to hear? You want to— I love her and I just can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry, I can’t be with you anymore.”
“Is that— is she the one—”
Harry shakes his head. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” another shiver. She holds onto the side of the table.
“You know who she is— you know everything, Y/N.”
It doesn’t make anything easier; knowing.
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~Pregnancy Announcement Extended~
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harryfan1 WHAT THE FUCK YOURE PREGNANT????????!!?! WHAT
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harryfan9 IM IM WHAT IM WHAT
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harrystyles And just like that, life got a whole lot sweeter🤍
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yourinstagram Made sweetly💕
harryfan1 😭😭😭😭😭
ynfan11 MY BABIESS CONGRATULATIONS
harryfan2 YALL ARE SO CUTE
ynfan14 y’all are the reason i believe in love and soulmates fr
harryfan7 OH MY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK FUCK IM CRYING SOBBING THROWING UP
harryfan19 A FUCKING BABY???
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annetwist ❤️❤️❤️
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yourbestfriend youre fucking ethereal
cardib 😍.
dovecameron you're so babe
yourinstagram babe
ynfan01 THIS FRIENDSHIP MAKES MY TOES CURLL
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ynfan10 MY FAVORITE GIRLS STOP
harryfan2 i still can't believe you're pregnant ynfan1 ikr??? it does not feel real
harryfan3 dilfrry dadrry really coming true
harryfan4 RIGHT IT MAKES SENSE WHY THEY DISAPPEARED FOR SO LONG
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yourinstagram Welcome Home, Baby Aläia🤍
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yourinstagram ❤️❤️
arianagrande 💕💕💕Congratulations babygirl!
yourinstagram Thank you angel❤️
harryfan1 I CANT BELIEVE YOURE PARENTS
harryfan2 ALÄIA!!!😭😭😭💕💕💕💕
ynfan1 THE NAME !!!
ynfan2 HER NAME IS SO PRETTY
harryfan3 IM CRYING HER NAME IS BEAUTIFUL CONGRATULATIONS
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harrysupdates HARRY SEEN OUT WITH ALAIA YESTERDAY MORNING???????????!!!!!
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harryfan2 HES A DAD HES A DAD BREATHE
ynfan1 this is so 😭
harryfan3 gosh this such dadrry
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harryfan1 crying.
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-three years later-
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harryfan3 ALAIA!!
ynfan1 HER HAIR??? IM JEALOUS BYE
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harryfan4 LITERALLY 😭😭
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harryfan2 GOSH THIS WAS SO ADORABLE
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ynfan1 STOP BECAUSE WHAT
harryfan6 this is going to be the death of me
ynfan22 my seats had a perfect view of y/n. i couldn’t take my eyes off of her. she’s so beautiful it’s insane.😭😭
ynfan3 LITERALLY
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fan last night was just simply the best night ever. dream come true. seen two of the lomls yesterday. i met one of them and i truly can’t express how grateful i am for this experience. yourinstagram was the sweetest person ever and gives the best hugs, i love you yn. thank you so much for being such an angel. and harry i love you more than life it’self thank you for tonight, for everything. ❤️
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harryfan1 YOU MET Y/N??? HOW WAS SHE ?? OMG DID YOU SEE HAVE ALAIA??
fan YES. CRAZY TO SAY YOU CAN GET STARSTRUCK BY A 3 YEAR OLD😭 but yn was perfect. she’s a fucking angel. she also smells really good
ynfan2 WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HER?? WHAT DID SHE SAY????
fan I DIDNT WANT TO BOTHER HER. ESPECIALLY NOT WITH HER CHILD I JUST SAID HI AND I WAS REALLY NERVOUS. I DIDNT EVEN GET A PHOTO CUZ I WAS NERVOUS TO ASK?!?!!! BUT SHE JUST SAID SHE APPRECIATES THE SUPPORT AND HOW MUCH RESPECT I GAVE HER AND SHE TOLD ME THAT HARRY IS INCREDIBLY GRATEFUL I CAME ALL THE WAY FROM CANADA TO SEE HIM. SHE EVEN ASKED FOR MY NAME I WAS SO SHAKING😭😭
ynfan3 oh my gosh she is an angel
harryfan3 it’s the way she probably told harry about you!!😭
fan NO BECAUSE THAT KEPT ME UP ALL NIGHT
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watermelonlovershigh · 8 months
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Seeing Harry on the yacht has me thinking of this scenario........ What if Y/N and Harry are on the yacht with his friends and family and she gets a notification on her phone saying its the perfect time to try for a baby because she's ovulating and they've been actively trying for a baby. So that means she somehow whisks Harry away from his friends and family, making the excuse she's feeling a bit sea sick, when in reality she's pulling him down to one of the lower decks rooms to fuck.
Should i write this soon?
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update, wrote it. check it out here >>>>>>
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what about ex Harry if you’re still experimenting with tropes? him & yn were married and they slips up? maybe they have a little girl or little boy & they keep hooking up even though they split up & live apart but then some how they decided they don’t want to divorce after all
IMMMMM CUMMINNGGG
No help HDNDD
Um…. Let’s fucking talk about this because I LOVEEEEE THISSSS
Okay so maybe he has some like big important job, maybe he own a company or something or he has a job that he has to travel around a lot for
and he’s been traveling around a lot and their little one was always upset because they miss their daddy (maybe they are like 1 or two?), and y/n obviously missed him too and he was missing out on so much but also he’s never had to travel around like this so she was getting suspicious of him cheating (idk this is just me talking out of my ass)
So once he gets home from like a month away he’s so excited and running into the house to see his lil squish again and kissing all over their face and telling them how much he missed them and how he can never go away again
And he’s so happy to be back and sitting and playing with his little bub all night until they have to go to bed and when y/n is like “I’ve got to give them and bath then get them to bed” Harry is like “no no, I’ll do it. I’ve missed out so I can do it.”
And once it’s finally bed time for the bubs and they are all tucked in and Harry read them a bedtime story he walks into his room where he knows his wife is
And all he wants to do in get inside of his wife and then cuddle each other to sleep
So he comes up behind her and he’s kissing her neck and she walks away from him
Obviously annoyed
So Harry is like “what’s wrong, love? Are you tired from taking care of bub for so long? I wish I could’ve been here”
And she continues to ignore him because it’s his first night home and no matter what her baby comes first and she doesn’t want bub to wake up to yelling and once again, he just got home so she wants her baby to be with their daddy as much as they can
So she just ignores him and gives him tiny mumbles and nods
Until he’s like “no seriously, you’ve never acted this way toward me before. What’s wrong?” And he’s starting to get worried bc it seems like she’s hiding something from him
And she keeps saying she doesn’t want to talk about it but he keeps pressuring her into it until she gets mad and she’s like “maybe I’m in a shitty mood because you’ve been gone for a month and I’ve been taking care of our baby every single day for a month. Some days you could even bother to talk to us until you were five minutes away from falling asleep, and you hardly checked in with me, you rarely asked me how I was, and you’ve been so sneaky with everything”
And Harry is genuinely so confused because he hasn’t been sneaky, he had days filled with meetings and calls and this and that allll day almost everyyyy day so he couldn’t text and he couldn’t call in the middle of the day
“What do you mean? I’ve been on a business trip for the past month. I couldn’t talk much”
And they keep bickering back and forth, y/n accusing him of lying and him getting angry because he has no idea how he she could think this when literally all he wanted was to come home to see them and was upset all the time bc he couldn’t deal with being away from the love of his life and his baby for this long, especially when his baby is still so young so every moment he felt like he was missing out on something
And the night has taken such a big turn from what he wanted it to be
He wanted to come home, give them all big hugs and tons of kisses before they had dinner together, play with his baby for a little before they’ve got to go down for bed, then get his wife into bed and cuddle while falling asleep together while a film is still rolling on the television
But it took a turn for them worst
And they are both crying after screaming at each other
And y/n is packing a bag and tells him she’s going to stay with her friend who lives about a mile away
But after harry gets himself to calm down and checks on his baby he convinces y/n to stay home and he says he will stay on the couch
So they do
But any chance they get they are fighting
And at each others throats 24/7 because y/n is obviously hurt from Harry being gone for so long, feeling like he didn’t care about her, and getting suspicious of cheating
But Harry is hurt because she’s accused him off all of this with no proof, she’s angry with him 24/7, and she won’t let him explain to her that he was so busy he could hardly sleep a full nights rest because she just won’t listen
So one day she’s like “why don’t we just split up. We aren’t going to solve this.”
And it’s more screaming and stomping away with so many tears
So Harry leaves for a while
And goes to stay at a hotel or with his mom or sister
Because he couldn’t make y/n go to a hotel and risk something happening to her even thought hr was angry at her and felt so betrayed and so hurt
But at least once a week they are calling each other
Harry slipping in the house once bub is sleeping
Or after he spends time with bub he stays and has a glass of wine
And they both know what they are going to end up doing
After he puts the baby down he has a glass of wine (or he comes over and has a glass of wine)
And then they end up fucking in the kitchen weather is ends up on the dining table, against the fridge, or on the stove
And maybe one night it’s so much different
They were getting along after a week of not seeing each other
And they finally had long enough where they were putting their own feelings aside and thinking of how the other felt and blah blah blah
So she lets him come over and see bub for a couple hours and let’s him take bub out to go do something, maybe they go to the zoo or soemthing and when they come back both harry and bub were so happy and he’s all like “tell mumma what we saw at the zoo. Show her your new penguin stuffie, my love. Didn’t you love going to the penguin house?”
And maybe all that bub can really say right now is just a bunch of baby babble so harry is like “squish had the best time. I’ve got videos and stuff I can show you, this penguin waddled right next to them behind the glass while I was taking a photo of them.”
And he sits and shows y/n all the videos and photos he took and they sit and gush over their baby
So once harry puts the baby down for bed they already know what’s going to happen
But it’s so much different, he’s being so gentle and kissing her and taking his time with her and peeling off all her clothes, pressing kisses over any inch of skin he can and Harry pulls his shirt off so they can be fully skin to skin
And after they are really emotional
And y/n breaks down and starts crying
So ofc harry is worried
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? What can I do?”
And she tries to hide her tears but he wipes over her wet cheeks and kisses her head
“I’m sorry for picking all those fights and accusing you of cheating. I don’t want to split up, me and the baby both need you, I’m so sorry about everything.” And she just keeps ranting on and apologizing and talking about how much she needs him and by the end harry is crying too and he’s apologizing for not trying to make more time and not asking how she was and being gone for so long
I’m literally obsessed with this idea
And when the baby sees Harry is still around in the morning they are so happy :(((
And Harry and y/n are so happy
PLEASE AND OBVIOUSLY THEIR FAMILIES KNOW ABOUT THEM SPLITTING UP FOR A BIT
So once they are together their families are like “yeah, I knew you would get back together. You guys were meant for each other.”
And they are literally inseparable after that because they are so scared of losing each other
So Harry starts taking them on all of his business trips
And I could def see her finding out she’s pregnant like a week after they got back together
Okay that’s all I have right now but lmk if you think they should have a little girl or a lil boy :)
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sunshinemoonsposts · 8 months
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~OVERWHELMED ~
Tiny one shot for you guys!!
Hope you like it!!
Summary-Harry calmes his overwhelmed best friend💗
When Harry received a call from y/n he wasn’t expecting her to be hyperventilating , so without a thought Harry took his car keys and rushed out of his house to start driving to hers , in the span of 15 minutes Harry created few horrible scenarios in his mind and was praying for none of them to be true .
He rushed to her apartment and let himself in with the copy of the key that she gave him ,
He took a moment to assess the situation . His heart ached at the sight of his best friend in distress, who was sitting on the couch, tears streaming down her face. He knelt in front of her, placing a warm hand on her shoulder.
"Hey," he whispered softly, his voice full of concern. "It's okay, Y/N. I'm here for you."
Y/N looked up at Harry, her eyes red and puffy. She tried to speak, but her words came out as choked sobs. Harry didn't rush her, simply sitting beside her and offering a comforting presence. "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to," he assured her. "I'm here to listen whenever you're ready."
He reached for a box of tissues on the coffee table and handed them to Y/N. She took a tissue and wiped her tears, her breathing starting to steady. "Thank you," she managed to say, her voice trembling.
Harry smiled gently. "Anytime, Y/N. Remember, I'm your friend, and I care about you. You don't have to go through this alone."
Y/N nodded, her shoulders relaxing a bit. "I just feel so overwhelmed," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Everything is just piling up, and I don't know how to handle it."
Harry nodded understandingly. "I get that, Y/N. Life can be really tough sometimes, and it's okay to feel overwhelmed. But you're stronger than you think, and you have people who care about you and want to support you."
He paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "Maybe we can start by talking about what's been bothering you," he suggested. "Sometimes, sharing your thoughts and feelings can help lighten the load."
Y/N hesitated, but with Harry's patient and kind presence, she began to open up. She talked about the challenges she was facing at work, the pressures she felt from her family, and the self-doubt that had been gnawing at her. As she spoke, Harry listened attentively, offering words of encouragement and understanding.
"It's okay to have moments of doubt and uncertainty," Harry reassured her when she had finished speaking. "But just remember, Y/N, you've overcome obstacles before, and you'll get through this too. And you don't have to do it alone."
Y/N managed a small smile, her tears now replaced with a glimmer of hope. "Thank you, Harry. I really needed someone to talk to."
Harry squeezed her hand gently. "I'm always here for you, Y/N. And if you ever need a shoulder to cry on, a listening ear, or just a friend to sit with, I'll be right here."
As the evening went on, Harry and Y/N continued to talk. They shared stories, exchanged laughter, and simply enjoyed each other's company. With Harry by her side, Y/N felt a renewed sense of strength and a reminder that she was never truly alone in her struggles.
Harry's actions and words showcase his empathy, patience, and genuine care for Y/N, helping her find comfort and support during a difficult time.
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dontworrysunflower · 2 years
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Just a Little Bit of Your Heart | h.s.
summary: you and harry met in 2013 when he wrote a song for your album. since then you’ve grown close and recently got married. you guys have never performed the song together…until now.
a/n: this came to me after his first performance and i couldn’t get it out of my head
warnings: cringey cuteness
word count: 2.44k
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You sat on a stool inside the recording booth, exercising your voice and testing out the equipment. You sang a couple of ranges and moved the microphone around until it was in your face. You watched your manager rush in, a big smile on her face. You smiled nervously at her antics since she was always composed and professional. “What’s with you?” You asked as you took off the headphones from your head and walked out of the booth. 
“It’s been so hard to keep this from you, but I have been in talks with someone who wanted to work with you and he’s written a song for you. He’s on his way up to show you the demo.” Your manager, Sofia, does a little dance behind Lily, who was your sound producer for this album. 
“Who?” You chuckled, looking over at Lily, who just shrugs at you.
Sofia giggles as she plops down on a sofa that’s tucked into a corner of the studio. “You won’t believe me. He’s very famous right now and gorgeous.” 
Your eyes widen at her choice of words. “You, Sofia, find a man attractive?”
She playfully rolls her eyes. “I’m gay not blind.” 
Both you and Lily start to laugh but it's shortened by a knock. Sofia jumps off the couch, “Come in, Harry!”
Your eyebrows furrow, that name sounds familiar, you thought. 
And you would be right, because the door diligently opens to present a tall man, tattoos on display on his golden skin, and his brown hair styled to look messy. He wore a plaid shirt that had the first couple of buttons open, showing off his multiple necklaces and more tattoos. 
Harry Styles. 
You’ve only seen him in passing at award shows, since you can’t get close enough to mutter an introduction. Sofia was right, he’s very popular. He was in the biggest boyband in the world, and he wanted to work with you?
“(Y/N), pleasure to meet you. I’m Harry.” He stood before you, his green eyes piercing into yours, a hand adorned with rings staying between you two. 
You gave him a tight lipped smile and took his hand, shaking it firmly to hide your stress over the situation. “It’s nice to meet you too, Harry. I’ll be honest, I didn’t know you were coming until thirty seconds ago.” 
He laughs and looks over at Sofia. “Yes, well I had asked Sofia to keep it a secret.” He chuckled nervously, his dimples indenting his cheeks. “Thought it would be fun.” He fully smiled down at you. 
He introduces himself to Lily, who was a little starstruck. Before you knew it, he got to work. Pulling out his phone from his back pocket and going into detail about his song. 
Just a little bit of your heart. 
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 That was almost ten years ago. After that day, he came by for every recording session, and not just for the song. But for the entire album. Outside of your family, he was the first person you showed the album to, and it was then you realized how important you were to each other. 
You hung out more after that, mainly as friends at first. But it soon turned into more. Harry kissed you at your release party, when he had pulled you away from the bustling crowd to give you a gift. You did your best to keep your relationship a secret, but it became harder as you both acclaimed more fame. 
Around the time he became a solo artist, you both decided that you didn’t care. You guys would go on dates and kiss in public, and everyone ate it up. You would talk about each other in interviews, and you guys would even do some together. His favorite thing to do is talk about you.
It was during lockdown that he had proposed to you. It was late at night (it was barely 10PM, but that was late for you guys) and you were lounging around in your shared living room. You guys were sitting silently when he jumped off the couch, startling you. 
“I’ll be right back.” He mumbled before he ran off to go upstairs, nearly tripping as he took two steps at a time. 
You could hear him shuffling around, his feet loudly stepping as he looked around for whatever he wanted. You hear him running back down the stairs, your smile softening as his hair bounced with every step he took. 
Before you knew it he sat back next to you and took your hand, smiling nervously at you. He opens a velvet box to show a beautiful diamond ring. “I have been meaning to do this for a long time.” He spoke softly, his voice breaking. Tears flooded his eyes. His painted fingers rubbed the skin of your hand delicately as he sniffled before he spoke up again. “I’ve known you for a long time and I have been in awe of you. I’ve spent every day for the past nine years with you, and I want to spend my life with you. Will you marry me?”
You chuckled through tears, your smile just as bright as his when you nodded. 
You got married in May of 2021 in an intimate ceremony with your closest families and friends.
And the rest was history. 
Here you were now in LA, two weeks before his Coachella performance. He was making his rounds on radio shows to promote his new song As It Was and his upcoming album Harry’s House. He sat in the dining room, playing around with the computer as he got ready for another interview. 
“Baby!” He whispered harshly. 
You turned around from making your coffee, seeing him looking at you in distress. You walked over to him, resting your hand on his back. “What?” 
“I can’t hear anything.” He looked at the screen nervously, seeing the interview laughing. 
You leaned down to look at the screen better, lighting smiling at the interviewer who waved but you couldn’t hear. “Computer…audio.” You pressed a couple buttons before turning towards Harry who was already looking at you. “Does it work now?” You asked him, looking over at the earphones in his ears. 
He nods and mouths a thank you before he kisses your arm. You kiss his head and walk back to your coffee. 
“Oh,” He chuckles. “Yes, that was the missus.” He looked over at you for a second. “After so long, you’d think I would get this zoom stuff down by now.” He giggled. 
It’s silent for a little longer. “It’s good, married life isn’t as different as I thought, but it's better if that makes sense.” He smiles as he talks, his eyes shifting towards you for a split second.  
You smiled into your mug, turning around to wave at him behind the computer before walking out, sending him a small wink. 
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Harry had been sitting in the same spot all morning, busy with interviews and meetings about his upcoming performance at Coachella. 
He had told you a couple of nights ago that he was going to have Shania Twain perform with him the first night, and you could tell by his little smile that he was excited but nervous. 
He had just gotten off the phone with her and Jeff when he called for you. You stayed put on the couch, your feet tucked under your bent legs. Your fingers played with the ends of the page of your book, your nail picking at the corner as you waited for him to find you. 
He appears a second later by the hallway, and a smile spreads on his face when he locks eyes with you. You smiled back at him as he made his way to you, a boyish smile playing on his lips. You bookmarked your page and placed your book on the coffee table in front of you as he jumped next to you, a giggle leaving his lips. His arms wrap around your middle and bring you to sit on his lap, your hands rest on his shoulders to steady yourself. 
“How’d it go?” You asked softly, your gaze shifting between his emerald eyes and his rose lips. 
His finger played with the frayed string from your shirt when he leaned in to kiss the corner of your lips. “Really good actually. I’m really excited.” His hands had moved to the inside of your shirt, his warm hands rubbing up the curve of your back. He kisses your clothed shoulder. “I actually wanted to talk to you about something.” His eyes stayed away from yours, showing just how nervous he was about what he wanted to bring up.
Your hands moved from his shoulders up the expanse of his neck and into his hair, taking off the clip on top of his head and ruffling his hair, giving him a middle part in his hair. 
“What if…in the second show, you come on stage with me? We could sing just a little bit of your heart.”
Your hands stilled in his locks and you looked at him with widened eyes, shocked at his sudden interest to perform together. In all the years you’ve known each other and your relationship has grown, he had never mentioned wanting to perform together, even when fans urged for it. You both have sung it separately, and you would be lying if you said you never thought about it, if you never hoped for it.  
“You wanna sing with me?” You asked, your smile growing, as well as his. 
“Of course I do, I feel like it’s the right time.” His dull fingertips scratch at your hips. “So is that a yes?” 
You answer him with a kiss. 
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April 22, 2022
You watched from backstage as Harry and the band finished a song, your hand wrapped around a wireless microphone, your in-ears tucked into your ears as you waited for Harry to introduce you. 
The band calmed down and got ready for the next song, a stagehand giving Harry an acoustic guitar to swing around his neck. Harry stands in front of his mic stand, his guitar pick in between his teeth as he runs his hands through his hair. 
He clears his throat. “This next song, I haven’t performed in a long time. Um, as many of you know, or maybe not. I wrote this song and gave it away-” He’s interrupted with screams. “I gave it away to a wonderful, talented singer. She’s a very indie artist, I don’t know if you know.”
You chuckle as his little joke, your foot tapping nervously. 
“Who knew that down the line, she would become my wife.” Everyone awes and screams. “Please help me welcome my beautiful wife, (Y/N) Styles!” The crowd gets louder as you walk out, your eyes adjusting to the change of brightness. You stand next to your husband and take his hand he held out. He kisses the ring on your finger that he gave you, making you blush. You wave to the crowd as stagehands bring you and Harry stools to sit on. Harry keeps a hold of you as you sit up. He adjusts himself on his seat and rests his guitar on his lap. He looks over at you, giving you a small nod with his eyebrows raised. 
“This is just a little bit of your heart.” 
The crowd claps and cheers as Ny Oh plays the piano behind you, a metronome and countdown playing in your ears before the backtrack starts. 
You sing the first verse, your eyes shut as you feel the music and lyrics. You both sing the chorus and then he sings the second chorus, your voice vocalizing behind him. 
When it comes to the bridge, you both sing, taking turns at singing each line. 
You inhale deeply, your eyes slightly opening to meet Harry’s as you get ready for your high note.He sends you a wink as he continues to strum his guitar. 
As you belt out, you realize that you can’t hear his voice in your ears but you don’t think much of it since you start to hear again a few seconds later, just before the song ends. 
You open your eyes fully to turn to the crowd and then to your husband, who had since stopped playing his instrument. He takes his microphone off the stand and takes your hand in his other one as you sing the last words together, the band behind you closing out the notes. 
The large audience erupts in screams, making you smile. You start to stand off your stool, your hand still in his as he yells “Give it up, for (Y/N) Styles!” 
You squeeze his hand and smile up at him, your eyes squinting at the changes in light. 
Before you walk off stage, you wave off into the crowd just before Harry pulls you into a hug and kisses your head then playfully shoves you. “Alright, my turn to shine now.” 
You shake your head and chuckle at him, secretly blowing him a kiss before walking off stage. But not before you give excited waves to the band before they continue on with the show. 
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It’s a couple of days after the show and you guys are back into hiding, staying in the comfort of your home before it all gets chaotic again, since his album is set to release in about a month. 
You’re bundled up on the couch, a fluffy blanket covering you up just below your ears as you scroll on TikTok; your latest obsession. 
You come across a video from your Coachella performance, both you and Harry sitting up on stage with a mic against your faces. You notice how Harry looked at you the entire time, his eyes trained on you as you sang your verse and the chorus. The video captures the moment between the two of you before your high note, your cheeks lightly heating from the memory of the wink. Even after so many years together, heh can still make you nervous. 
This video gives you the answer as to why you couldn’t hear his voice. He had completely stopped singing, had halted his fingers on the strings of his guitar as he admired you, a smile splitting his face. You see the moment he realizes he stopped performing all together, and as he starts up again his eyes never leave you. 
You can’t resist as you look at the comments, your face heating up at every lovely post. One pinned comment catches your eye. 
harrystyles: She has every bit of my heart. 
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venusstyless · 1 year
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STARTED WRITING SOMETHING TODAY!!!
So as i’ve made it aware i’ve been in the biggest writing slump since i started this page but i started writing something today and i’m lowkey obsessed with it already?
i don’t wanna get your hopes up bc i’m not entirely sure when i’ll finish it but i just wanted to give you a bit of it.
Go easy on me sunshines!! xoxo<33
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Harry missed this feeling.
The feeling of the flutters you get in the pit of your stomach when talking to someone new, someone that somehow caught your attention when it wasn't planned. He missed the feeling that you get when you want to memorize someone, when you want to dive deep into a person's life just for the pleasure of getting to know all of them.
The short feeling of electricity that shoots through his fingertips when they just barely pass hers as they reach for the same pen, the way their cheeks deepen a crimson color when their eyes meet after their finger linger just a touch too long.
He misses the feeling of intimacy.
And it's wrong.
Wrong to feel that he lacks that, that he lacks the intimacy that he craves from his wife. And it's wrong to begin to feel a spark of that with the woman across from him, the woman who isn't wearing his ring on her left hand. The woman who didn't promise him forever, the woman who he didn't plan a future with at the age of 19.
The woman who is most certainly not his wife, Alex.
But he can't help it.
It's not like he planned for it to happen, he didn't expect to begin to feel something for his teaching assistant. But he does.
He feels everything.
The rush in his chest when she looks at him. The way his breath gets caught in his throat when they pass each other just a bit too closely. The way his body craves to hold her, to just wrap his arms around her waist and pull her against him. The way his lips itch to get a sliver of what it would be like if he simply laid his upon hers.
He shouldn't be thinking about her like this, he knows that. He's painfully aware of it.
He's just not sure if he has it in himself to not let himself slip down that slope, to allow himself to feel the pleasure that she can offer him.
Because she's the biggest temptation in his life. She's the one thing that he would risk it all for.
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