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payasamlover · 2 years

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Kalyanam

Summary: Harry and yn's wedding.

Word count : 1.6k

Pairing: Harry styles x desi!yn

A/N: hey everyone it's my first time writing anything like I'm new to Tumblr. Please treat me with kindness. India is a diverse country where the culture and the traditions vary from place to place. I'm from Kerala South India and I'm writing this fic from my idea of a wedding around here . This is not how every Indian wedding happens . lm not generalising about Indian weddings. I've seen a lot of desi wedding fics on Tumblr but never a south Indian based fic. So here I am writing my first and foremost fanfiction . And also can we just pretend everything is okay between 1d members after hiatus

Warning:MINORS DNI, 18+, Contain smut

Terms :

1.Nethi chutti :A Nethi Chutti is a bridal accessory that every South Indian bride dons for her wedding! It is similar to a maang tikka or a matha patti and comes in different styles, materials and even colours

2.Mehndi:Mehndi is a form of body art and temporary skin decoration from the Indian subcontinent usually drawn on hands or legs, in which decorative designs are created on a person's body, using a paste, created from the powdered dry leaves of the henna plant. Henna was first applied as a means to cool down the body.

3. Saree:A sari is a women's garment from the Indian subcontinent

4.Thaalam: the thaalam is a plate that has flowers, a brass lamp, a fan made of ivory and gold cloth and in some communities even a small bowl of Adenanthera Pavonina seeds which is supposed to signify luck.

5.Kalyana Mandapam: temporary platform set up for weddings and religious ceremonies

6.moné: it's like a nick name meaning dear

7.Thali: A mangala sutra or thaali , is a necklace that the groom ties around the bride's neck in the Indian subcontinent, in a ceremony called Mangalya Dharanam (Sanskrit for '"wearing the auspicious"'). The necklace serves as a visual marker of status as a married Hindu woman

8. Sindoor/Sindooram:is a traditional vermilion red or orange-red coloured cosmetic powder from the Indian subcontinent, usually worn by married women along the part of their hairline

To say that Harry was not nervous was an understatement boy he was shaking in his boots. it has nothing but the fact that he is getting married to the love of his life in the next few hours and that's the main reason why he is so stressed out. Harry is getting ready for a life with someone he loves.

The wedding is small and intimate which is contrary to usual Indian weddings which are supposed to be luxurious and grand. But yn wanted it to be minimal you know just to celebrate her and harry's union of life.

Harry can't help but think about what could go wrong. While he was in his bubble of anxiousness and zealously when he got a text message.

Ynn

Hey H I'm so excited for us. can't wait to see you, my love. I have a surprise for u later. See you in a couple of hours! - X

Harry grinned at the message. Yn always makes time for him no matter where they are in their relationship. Even when he's busy or she's away from him. She never complains about how long it takes him to reply no matter what. Harry loved Yn with every ounce of his body no matter what. He embraced her South Asian roots from the beginning of their relationship. Yn takes very much pride in her South Asian culture and heritage and made it clear from the day they met that she would never forget her roots. Yn's family is from South India so they're having a traditional South Indian Hindu wedding.

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Harry was dressed in a traditional dhoti and shirt. His hands were adorned with a couple of rings along with his engagement ring. He had a couple of gold chains hanging around his neck. He felt suspenseful and this feeling of bliss couldn't be explained. He was going to get married after all. To be honest he couldn't wait to get married. Harry looked down at his hand remembering the day they met. How he first laid eyes on the gorgeous woman before him. Harry sighed and looked at himself in the mirror. There weren't many people around him. The venue was crowded but not overly so. They needed a private wedding.

He thought back to all those years ago and wondered how he ever found the courage to ask her out. He remembered that night like it was yesterday. They were on their first date and he couldn't take his eyes off her.

"You look beautiful," Harry whispered into her ear. Harry's voice was gentle and husky and YN felt butterflies flutter in her stomach.

"Thank you. I know you don't mean that." Yn teased causing Harry to chuckle.

"You're right ".This made yn to snort and she looked at him closely and thought to herself how lucky she is to have someone who cares deeply about her well being. She loved harry to death.

While he was reminiscing their nostalgia there was a knock on the door. Suddenly Harry's mom and his sister Gemma appeared in his room. Seeing her son in his wedding outfit tears started welling up in her eyes and she thought of the little boy clinging to her on his first day of school. "Haz you look so handsome! Oh, my baby c'mere". She embraced him with her warmth. "I'm so happy for you. Yn is the best person anyone could ask for. I'm really happy that you guys found each other." She wiped away the tears that were flowing down her face. She kissed him one last time. Gemma turned to him whose eyes were welled with tears. "You got this Harry. You guys are perfect for each other. You both complete each other. No matter what happens you'll always be my baby brother who fought for the last piece of pizza". He chuckled at her words. " Thank you so much for everything. You both are the most important people in the world to me besides YN. Thank you for making me the man I am today. I'm grateful for everything you guys have done for me". Then suddenly Niall walked in "Mate its time let's go get you married ".

"Mom we need to go downstairs now," Harry said smiling at his mother and sister who nodded in response. Then he walked out the door followed by Gemma Niall and Anne.

When he arrived downstairs he was awaited by his former bandmates Zayn Liam and Louis who were his groomsman They hugged each other.

"Congratulations on your wedding you loser! You look stunning," Louis commented as they broke apart. "Thanks, Louis I look dashing as always," Harry replied teasingly and smiled. Zayn laughed at them and nudged Niall. It's so crazy to see all the 5 lads after so many years like three of them have children and one of them is getting married to the love of his life. No one would believe this 10 years ago. It's just crazy how night changes everything. He walked to the ceremony waiting patiently for his lovie.

Yn was doing better than she imagined. She was calm and collected. Her dark long luscious hair was braided and jasmine flowers were adorned on her hair along with the Nettichutti and the outfit she chose to wear made her look divine. She was wearing a fierce red saree which embarked her fire within. Her mehndi was done on her hands and legs. Gold jewellery adorned her body and bangles decorated her wrists. Her skin glittered and her lips curled into an angelic smile. The saree accentuated the curves of her voluptuous body. Yn wore strapless heels and a pair of gold jewelled anklets on her ankles.She knew she looked stunning. Not only because she was planning to marry the man she loved but also because she was getting married in her homeland Kerala. She felt proud of herself and loved her husband for coming up with such a wonderful idea. Harry did everything for her and if he didn't love her she wouldn't have gone through this hellish ordeal. All of her bridesmaids entered the room with thaalam in hand. Her sister took her hand and handed her the thaalam. All the bridesmaids were wearing cute pastel saree with minimal gold jewellery and minimal jasmine flowers on their heads.

"I am," she said while giving her father a reassuring nod. They all started walking up to the Kalyana Mandapam. As soon as Harry saw her he fell in love with her again. When she approached the mandapam a tear rolled down her cheek. This is something so important she couldn't contain her emotions.

"You look ravishing " Harry couldn't help but gush. She giggled and said, " so do you, babe". Pujari(Hindu priest) started chanting the mantras in front of Agni and started doing the rituals. Harry's gaze met hers and they locked gazes for only a second before he turned away with a soft smile on his face. Then the priest handed him the thali. He tied the first and second knot then Gemma tied the third. They exchanged the flower garlands. After that, he was handed the sindoor and he took a pinch of sindoor and he put some on her forehead and she, in turn, took the sindoor and did the same thing to harry on his forehead breaking the tradition and making a new one for them and they walked around the Agni seven times to establish the onset of their marriage.

{During the Saath Phere, the bride and the groom, circumambulate (walk around) the sacred fire seven times as they exchange their marital vows. The fire here becomes the witness (Agni Sakshi) as they make promises to each other.}

After the rituals, Harry went to grab Yn's arm and kiss her on the forehead. She looked up at him and gave a watery smile. Harry pulled her closer and held her tightly. This moment was meant for them.

After the ceremony, everyone took a picture to celebrate their marriage and the engagement.

"I still can't believe you got married!" exclaimed Niall. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Yes, we've established that Niall. Now leave us alone." Harry said in a sassy tone. The boys and the bride walked together towards the reception hall to have a hearty meal and enjoy

Harry sat next to her enjoying the food. He kept stealing glances at his beautiful bride while eating. He kept seeing her biting her bottom lip to stop herself from smiling. "I cannot wait to take this saree off you ." He whispered in her ear making her blush slightly. After finishing their meal Yn excused herself and headed to the dressing rooms to change. She slipped on her dress and tied the strings of her sari. When she turned around Harry's eyes immediately lit up when he saw her. "Wow..." He muttered looking at her. "you look incredible". She blushed at his words.

"Shall we?" she said softly. Harry nodded then he stood up and extended his arm for her to hold onto while they stepped outside. He led her across the grounds towards his car.Harry opened the passenger door for her and helped her inside. He shut the door before taking his seat beside her. He took a deep breath and leaned over toward Yn. Their noses touched and he closed the gap connecting their lips. Her soft pink tongue licked his plump lips making them taste sweet.

After the kiss ended, Harry opened his mouth to say something but Yn silenced him by placing her finger on his lips. She gently stroked the side of his face before leaning down to peck him on the lips once more.

Yn wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer while deepening the kiss. Harry grabbed her waist and tugged her against him. Their tongues danced and their chests rose and fall simultaneously. Yn broke the kiss and rested her head on his chest. She felt like her entire body was filled with adrenaline and happiness.

As far as Harry was concerned she was the most beautiful girl in the universe. It was hard not to stare at her. He adored her. There were no words to describe what he felt or how he felt about her. He was about to deepen the kiss when heard banging on the glass of Yn's window which startled them both. "Oi quit making out in the car you divs same some for your honeymoon" Louis exclaimed. They both looked at each other and laughed. "What did he say? Did you hear I wasn't paying attention?" Yn inquired. Harry chuckled. "Yeah I heard he said he doesn't want to be a third wheel to two lovebirds"

"Oh shut it, Louis" she replied playfully. Louis rolled his eyes and left the parking lot. She cupped Harry's jaw in her palms and kissed his lips once more. He responded passionately and deepened the kiss. They parted reluctantly. Yn looked lovingly at him " I missed you so much, Harry.."

He cupped her face in his hands and gazed fondly at her "Me too." "You have no idea how what torture was not seeing you or holding you or kissing you or being near you for the whole day". But now finally having you all to myself is the best thing ever. She nipped his ear and Harry lets out a low husky sound that she loves. He slowly placed her in the backseat of his car and pulled her skirt upwards showing her thigh. Harry sucked on her inner thigh making her gasp loudly and grab a fistful of his short brown curls. He continued sucking on her and slowly slid the lace of her panties down exposing her wet centre." I couldn't t control myself when I saw you in that saree," Harry mumbled between kisses making her shiver at the intimate way he talked to her. "Please Harry" she breathed out desperately. He then lifted himself off her and took off his pants, leaving her with nothing but her thali and bra on. He traced his hands around the mehndi that adorned her hands and went up to her upper thighs and trailed kisses up her stomach to her breasts. Her breathing was heavy and uneven.

"Fuck me you are so stunning, baby "

he mumbled as he caressed her tits tenderly.

Yn whimpered under his ministrations. "I need you, Harry.." Harry smirked when she said his name like that. . He lifted himself so he could get a better angle. He positioned himself between her parted legs and pushed himself inside her slowly." Look me in the eyes babe" he demanded. Yn complied and stared straight into his eyes.

Harry moved his hips and began grinding against Yn making her moan. She felt herself reaching climax. He removed the rest of her clothing and joined his lips with hers while he rubbed himself against her. Yn bit her lower lip whilst wrapping her arms around his neck tightly. With his, he started rubbing her clit and she let out a muffled gasp. He continued moving his hips in slow motion causing her to arch her back into his thrusts. She felt his erection pushing her walls apart. Yn moaned lowly and gripped harder onto his hair.

Suddenly, he stopped pressing against her and she was confused. Harry's lips were pressed against her neck when he spoke. " Look at my face" he ordered her. She obeyed. "When I feel you close like this I know that you are going to cum" he murmured into her ear while placing kisses on her neck. Yn let out a loud gasp and arched her back even harder into him, her hips starting to thrust into his. Harry placed his hands on either side of her head.

"Look at me while you come for me baby" Harry whispered before plunging himself deeply into her. Yn clenched around him in pure bliss, the feeling of her walls tightening around his dick was amazing. Harry could feel his climax approaching him ."Come on Harry cum for me " I know you're close let go for me yes " he continued thrusting in her with his hips while his voice deepened. Yn came screaming his name along with his name. They didn't break eye contact as Yn orgasmed and collapsed on Harry.

Once Yn had caught her breath she looked at him. Harry smiled down at her and caressed her face. He helped her get dressed and removed her makeup. "I can't believe we fucked in the car what the hell". Harry said laughing. Yn slapped his shoulder jokingly.

The sun was setting when they returned to their room, the couple snuggled up into their bed and fell asleep instantly.

This is how I imagined their outfits to be

A/n: this was my first time writing anything . if you like this please reblog and follow my channel i would appreciate it very much thank you.

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harrysarchive · 2 months

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if only you knew, bunny: h.s.

pairing:

dormmate!harry x dormmate!y/n

summary:

"sorry! sorry i thought you were staying out with your mom the rest of the weekend!" harry says, rustling is heard in the background before im gentle moved to over and the door is heard opening. "you can open your eyes bunny."

warnings:

TW⚠️ body shaming

unhealthy relationship with y/n's mom (body shaming, controlling mom, just a shitty mom overall) also really short sorry i just wanted to tease these two

A/N: guys the way this has been in my drafts for about 4 months LMFAO lmk if you would want more dormmate!harry x y/n!

part two

y/n's pov

The smell of peppermint vanilla carries along with the scent of books, soft chatter from the tv carries out in the small dorm, i glance over at the empty bed and a frown tugs at my lips.

"guess im on my own." i huff closing my book and tossing it to the side.

as i pick up my phone a knock makes me still, i glance at the door before walking over to it and slowly opening the door. my eyes catch sight of a lovely shade of green staring back at me.

"um sorry," he clears his throat, "my names Harry, and i think we're flatmates."

my eyes widen at what he says before my eyebrows furrow, "um im y/n, i didnt think i had a dorm mate."

"yeah 'm sorry about that i was in england for the past month, so i couldnt do all the orientation." he shuffles his bags and i snap out of it before throwing the door open.

"apologies, um i didnt think they did unisex dorms here."

"i wasnt expecting this either this is um C36 right?"

"yeah yeah you're right, well welcome to your dorm Harry..." i trail off not knowing his last name hoping he'd fill in the blank.

"styles!" he smirks holding out his hand and I place my hand in his giving it a shake.

"oh my god! harry!" i squeak covering my eyes as i step into our shared dorm, a topless girl perked up on his bed.

i peak through my fingers and find our room empty, just the two of us. "i would've left har, you could've asked you know i dont mind." i mumble dropping my bags on my bed.

"nonsense i would rather spend time with you bun, though uh -if you dont mind me asking- why are you back so early?" he asked sitting us on my bed, i sit crisscross in front of him before tears start welding up in my eyes.

"god that woman is so fucking cruel to me har." i gasp out a sob as tears fall freely down my face.

"whoa bunny breathe for me." harry hums pulling me into his arms, broken sobs hiccup through me as i weep like a baby into harry.

"i do everything she wants, im trying to appease her and nothing is ever good enough it's either 'you look too chubby', 'you're face looks dull, use more moisturiser.' 'are you working out?' i'm sick of it!" i hiccup, "as soon as i got there she just starts listening all the things i embarrass her with. 'no daughter of mine should be in college, i got a nice boy down the street who comes with money and would love to be with you if you lost a couple of pounds.' i dont want that har, i've studied my whole life to be here. i want to be a librarian, have my own little bookstore that is where my happiness is and im not going to let her drag me down." i finish my rants tears and snot running down my face and into my hands.

harry stays quite for a little bit, rocking us slowly back and forth, i feel his lips press against my head before he lifts my head to look at him. he wipes away my tears before smiling lightly.

"you're a fighter, bunny. im proud of you, for not letting this woman take control of your life. for being your own goddamn person." he whispered to me before yanking me into a hug and tickling my sides, a laugh erupts from me before i start thrashing in his arms

"harry! stop!" i laugh before he lays on top of my the air literally being knocked out of me, "oof! you fat ass get off of me!"

"gasp! how dare you!" he gives me a cheeky smile before rolling off of me. "want to go get fro yo? on me obviously."

"ugh!" i fake displeasure rolling my eyes, "only because you want some and are paying sure."

harrys pov

i watch as y/n throws a hoodie over her head, i pull my bottom lip between my teeth looking at her legs on display, nice thick thighs and a ass that would make god sin. her face fresh with tears making her glow as bright as a star, a beautiful natural blush on her brown skin, lips plump.

a down right goddess.

"can we stop by a 7/11, momma needs some chips." she smirks pulling me out of thought as i burst into laughter.

"you're a clown!" i snort sliding on some shoes and grabbing my lanyard, i open the door for her and let her slide through, taking time watching her walk from behind before joining her.

" 'm so lonely i might take up that woman's offer with the boy down the street." she breaks the silence shoving her keys in her purse, my heart plummets.

fuck no.

"bunny you can do so much better than a man that will only want you if you lost weight." i sternly say and she snorts.

"well im waiting and theres no one in a 20 mile radius that would want me."

if only you knew bunny.

LOVE YALL REQUEST MORE BULLSHIT!!

-all the love,

xo🐝

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whitemancumslut · 1 year

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domestic things fbh and y/n would do

word count: fluff, mentions of smut

OKAY I SOOO IMAGINE you're both nineteen. you have a famous boyfriend. how is it that you guys survived all this madness. people swear he's a womanizer, but this is the sweetest man you've ever met. harry loved you to pieces. treated you like the only girl in the world.

i strongly believe harry's love language is physical touch. he's obsessed with you. all of over you. "harry styles womanizer," the articles and comments made by older woman in interviews hurt his heart so much. knowing you don't think the same, but the internet didn't. of course they didn't. the internet was filled with mean teenage girls who wished on your downfall. year 2013 was the year of it all. i swear, he'd mentally get all up in his head about the womanizer comments, promise you that not a word of that is true, repeatedly, while you tell him you believe and trust him with every bone in your body.

at one point in the relationship some fans came to the realization harry in fact wasn’t going to leave you for one of them.

what is personal space?

harry was overall obsessed with the idea of you and only you. be wasn't scared to show his affection in public. although you were iffy of the idea of going out more as the band grew bigger as did harry's mobs.

• whenever he went on stage, he always needed his good luck kiss. it was like a good luck charm. whether he needed a quickie in the dressing room or a quick peck it always happened. it 'calmed his nerves.'

• never letting you go. i swear i can't get this idea out of my head. he is the type to stand with his arms wrapped around your torso, waist- just your front.

• kissing your neck, the back of your neck, letting you know who was still there. immediately relaxing your body.

harry definitely goes “without me?” whenever you shower or mention you’re going to.

when he does, he scrubs your hair for you, your back…. and sometimes it gets a little out of hand

after he gets off stage it’s a peck and “howd i do?”

you constantly remind him of how great he is.

makes sure you're safe when you go out without him. you know he's part of the biggest boy band ever. whether you're getting coffee, going to the arena, you're mobbed.

if you were to go out with someone other than harry, maybe one of your friends, while he was out at rehearsal or whatever it was— he would always try to keep contact with you.

if you went shopping he would want you to send photos of you trying on clothes.

“wow.”

“get the red.”

going to sleep

harry takes off his shirt at night, laying in his boxers.

he lives for cuddles. he doesn’t matter if he’s the big or little spoon as long as you’re there with him.

however if he is big spoon, he is completely cradling you into his arms. it’s the cutest thing ever. it’s like he’s scared youll get taken in your slumber.

big spoon turning into little spoon over night. he’ll be holding you and then all of a sudden, while you sleep you turn towards his and subconsciously wrap your arms around him and he would subconsciously fall against you and let himself be held.

waking up

“no. five more minutes” he’ll babble nothings that you won’t even try to understand.

pecking your temple and convincing you to stay in bed with him 5 more minutes.

he doesn’t care for morning breath. he would have a full on make out session with you.

only way to get him up early is proposing showering together and he’s up and ready.

fbh is such a passionate kisser. his kisses would be so arnghhhhhh, right??

temple kisses. they’re comforting.

he kisses you on the lips so softly. you know his rhythm. you’ve studied it since you got together.

he’s always mindful when kissing.

if it’s to get intimate he will always attempt to let his tongue past your lips and see if you reciprocate.

if he’s having trouble before stage. anxiety persay, you’re always there speaking him through it.

always assuring him he did well.

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sooverwhitesandpinks · 9 months

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Bejeweled

Ceo!Harry Styles x Gf!Reader

Inspired by Bejeweled by Taylor Swift.

Warnings: angst?, fluff at the end, alcohol consumption, i think that's all. i did proofread, just not carefully.

Word Count: 2.1K

guess who finally wrote something! sorry for the months long writer's block, hope you enjoy.

Your phone lit up where you left it on the coffee table in front of you. Keeping your thumb between the open pages of your book, you reached for the device, hoping it was a text from your boyfriend.

You couldn't help but feel disappointed when you realized it was a message from your good friend, Hannah. You weren't disappointed because of Hannah, you were upset that today was becoming another one of those days without a word from Harry.

You knew being the CEO of a major company was a lot of time and dedication, but it had been months of only seeing Harry briefly in the morning and for an hour or so before bed.

As much as you loved him, you weren't getting any of that love or attention back.

'Anya, Erin, and I are going out tonight, you should join us. We haven't seen you in forever!!!'

Hannah's message stared back at you.

She was right. You hadn't been out in forever, and it's not like Harry would miss you tonight. You two were practically coexisting at this point. You stayed cooped up in this massive penthouse, Harry spent his days in his office or at business meetings and dinners. His weekends were taken up by work or trips related to the company.

Still, did you want to go out? You wouldn't mind getting ready for something other than the grocery store.

You decided you would give Harry a chance before answering Hannah. You pressed a few buttons on your phone before bringing it to your ear.

"Hello?" Harry answered on the fourth ring.

"Hey! How's your day going?" You replied, happy to hear his voice.

"It's fine so far-" You heard him shuffle around before giving someone an instruction. "Look honey, is this important? Because I've got a lot going on and my next meeting starts in a few minutes."

"Oh," you paused for a moment. "I was just wondering if you wanted to get dinner tonight? We haven't really seen each other the past couple months."

"I've got a business dinner tonight, but feel free to order in whatever you want. You know I don't mind. Was that all?" He asked.

You took a second before answering. It was one thing to practically ignore you, but it was another to make you feel unimportant. You remember when Harry made you feel like a priority, and now your relationship had been reduced to a 'good morning' and a 'goodnight'.

"Yeah, that's all," you shook your head, a sad smile tugging at your lips.

"Alright, I'll see you this evening," Harry said.

"I wouldn't count on it. I'm going out, don't wait up," you told him before hanging up.

'I miss you guys and I definitely need a night out! Where and when should I meet you?' You texted Hannah back.

5 hours later, you stood in front of the full length mirror in your closet, running your hands down the vintage Versace mini dress you picked out for some event of Harry's but never ended up wearing.

You felt good, great even. You took a long, relaxing shower. You had a glass of wine while you did your makeup and put every hair in place. It had been so long since you put time into yourself like this, you'd forgotten what it felt like to sparkle.

You grabbed a small handbag and walked out of the large closet. As you made your way out of your bedroom and down the hall, you heard the familiar sound of Harry's keys hitting the small table by the door.

With a smirk, you stepped around the corner and into view. You pretended to hardly notice Harry's presence as you grabbed your phone off of the couch and texted Hannah that you would be leaving in a few minutes.

You heard Harry's footsteps halt as he saw you. You waited a moment before looking up at him. You glanced down at the time on your phone.

"It's only 8:15, I thought you'd be at dinner," you said nonchalantly, slipping your phone into your purse.

"I moved it up a few hours so I could get home earlier," he answered, shrugging off his suit jacket.

"Ahh," you nodded, starting to walk past him and toward the door. He gently grabbed your arm and you let him, looking up at him expectantly.

"You're still going out?" He asked, brows furrowed. For just a second, you felt bad about leaving. Then you remembered how easily he dismissed you earlier on the phone, and how easily he's dismissed you for awhile now.

"Yeah, I told Hannah and the girls that I'd meet them in a few," you replied, watching his eyes scan over your body and back up to your face, pausing on your lips.

"But I moved my meeting so I could see you," he responded, his fingers slipping from your arm to your hand. His touch felt good, you'd missed him, but he can wait another night. You finally felt like you weren't the one left hanging.

"I'm sorry, am I supposed to stay home the one time I made plans because you suddenly found a way to fit me into your tight schedule?" You tilted your head, matching his pout.

"Besides, you're seeing me now. I clean up nice, huh? I bought this dress for one of your events but it'll do for tonight."

"Honey-"

"Is this important? My ride is downstairs," you said, keeping your eyes on his. You watched it click as he realized he asked you the same thing hours ago. You raised a brow, pursing your lips.

"I guess not," he took a step back. "You look beautiful, love. Have fun tonight."

"I will," you smiled, finally walking to the door and stepping out of the house.

✨ 🪩 ✨

"I"m just a little tipsy," you slurred, holding up your thumb and pointer finger.

"Me too!" Hannah squealed, throwing her arms into the air.

Anya and Erin were still out on the dance floor, but you and Hannah were tucked into a large circle booth in the VIP section of the club.

You sat with the members of some band you'd never heard of. They were apparently a big deal. Hannah was obsessed with them and had scored herself a seat on the lead guitarist's lap.

You sat between one of their friends and the drummer, who was high out of his mind, chatting away with some other people that'd made their way up to VIP.

"You wanna dance?" Hannah asked, grinning wildly from across the table.

"Definitely," you nodded. You turned to the drummer beside you who was blocking your way out.

"Moonstone!" He smiled when you turned to him. He'd been calling you that all night, something about your aura. He referred to Hannah as Amethyst and Erin as Sapphire, you didn't catch Anya's.

"Can I squeeze past you?" You asked, pointed toward the outside of the booth.

"Of course," he nodded, nudging his friends out of the booth with him so you could get to where Hannah stood.

As soon as you were free from the table, one of your hands was grabbed by her as she dragged you down to the dance floor. Your other hand was looking at your phone for the first time all night, checking to see if Harry had said anything.

You saw two messages from him.

'I took tomorrow off. I figure we could spend the day together.'

'I miss you and I'm sorry for not making you feel as important as you are. I'll hopefully spend the rest of my life making it up to you.'

Despite the frustration you felt for months because of him, you felt a lot of relief in that moment. He did still want you. He still wanted forever with you. It wasn't something you realized you'd doubted until now.

'I hope you know I expect an apology in person too.'

You texted back. Simple enough to communicate that it will take more than a text message.

'And I'm excited to spend tomorrow with you. But I'm drunk so can we start around noon?'

You added, finally looking up from your phone as Hannah pulled you deeper into the sea of dancing people. You realized she'd located Erin and Anya.

"You still wanna dance?' Hannah shouted, starting to feel the music. You hadn't noticed it before, but it was deafeningly loud.

"Maybe just for a little while. I'm getting tired," you replied, suddenly not wanting to be anywhere but home.

"Are you okay getting home by yourself?" She asked.

"I'll just get an Uber," you shrugged. "I'll pretend to be on the phone with Harry if the driver seems shady."

"Fair enough," she laughed, turning more towards Anya and Erin.

"Bye ladies, it was fun seeing you. We gotta get lunch sometime soon," you leaned in between Erin and Anya to speak, hoping they'd hear you well enough.

The two drunk and sweaty women gave you a half hug, agreeing to lunch and wishing you a goodnight before they went back to senselessly jumping to the music.

You ordered the car as you walked to the door, only stepping outside when the app said it arrived.

The ride was short and your driver was nice enough.

As you entered your building and pressed your button on the elevator, you wondered if Harry was awake. You hadn't heard from him in almost an hour when he'd texted you to say noon was fine and to be safe.

You walked through the house, stepping out of your shoes at the door and carrying them with you to the bedroom. Harry sat up in bed, his computer in his lap as he typed away at something you were sure was work related.

"Hey Honey," he said softly as you entered, closing his laptop and setting it on his side table.

"Hey," you smiled, walking straight into the closet to change.

As you stepped out in your pajamas, Harry pulled open the covers, waiting for you to crawl in beside him.

You slipped under the duvet and dropped your head onto his lap, eyes closed. You heard him rustle around in the drawer of his nightstand before he pulled something out and closed the drawer.

You opened your eyes in time to see him pull a makeup wipe from its package.

"How was your night?" He asked, lowering the wipe to your face as he started to gently remove what was left of your makeup. It was something he used to do for you after his work events and charity galas. Or when the two of you would stumble in drunk after a night out.

"It was a lot of fun," you answered honestly. Those four or five hours were fun. You saw your friends and felt good about yourself.

"I'm glad," he replied, still brushing the wipe across your skin.

"How was yours?" You asked, genuinely curious.

"It was alright. I did a lot of thinking," he waited a bit before adding. "I missed you."

"But you didn't have to, Harry," you sighed. "I've been here the whole time, and it took me doing something for myself, for once, to get your attention."

"I'm so sorry, Honey. I've been terrible. I've just been so caught up in work and trying to land this account," he started explaining.

"I know, trust me, I do. That's why I haven't nagged you about it, but I deserve to feel like a priority, Harry. I know your work is important, but I should be too. We've been coexisting for almost two months now. We're supposed to be a team," you finally told him what's been on your mind.

"We will be, we are," he finished wiping your skin, now taking your face between his hands as he looked down at you. "You're it for me and I'm sorry for making you doubt that."

"You should be. I'm a goddamn prize, you know?" You told him with your tired tipsy rasp. You lifted yourself from his lap, sitting up to face him.

"Of course I do, Honey. You're a diamond, a pearl, a jewel," he grinned, taking your chin between his thumb and pointer finger.

"I love you," you said softly, looking into the eyes that finally felt familiar again.

"I love you too," he leaned forward, closing the short distance between you.

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another angst that I thought of 😭😭😂 what if y/n has a huge ass crush on harry and she's very open about it and would always call him/introduce him as "my future boyfriend" but then she overheard harry talking bad about her behind her back so she was all sad and mopey

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(this is an au btw)

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“She’s exhausting sometimes, mate. Like she doesn’t have an off switch. She acts like my girlfriend in front of all our friends. It’s embarrassing!”

You’d come into Harry’s room to see if he wanted to order takeout and study for their econ test together, but you paused right before you knocked on his door.

He was embarrassed? Sure, it wasn’t a secret that you were into him. He was cute, he was smart, he was kind to his mom, he was that typical “boy next door” type, and when you met him at the first residence hall meeting, you were smitten.

You weren’t the shy type, so you went over and introduced yourself to him and his friends, compared schedules for the Fall semester, and when you realized you and Harry shared a class, you couldn’t have been happier.

That was a year ago. You were in your second year of university, and you were still dorm neighbors, still ended up having a class together. You and Harry were inseparable, but it wasn’t one sided. He knocked on your door too, asking if you wanted to go to office hours with him or if you wanted to join him for dinner. Just the two of you.

You weren’t sure when the jokes started, it just kind of happened. One time when you were at a party with all of your friends, you introduced yourself to someone as “Harry’s future girlfriend,” and no one batted an eye, not even Harry. He just laughed—not in a mean way—and moved on. You didn’t see that as him telling you to stop, so you didn’t, and then everyone was in on it. Your friends asked about your “boyfriend” and his greeted you as “H’s girlfriend.” it was all harmless, and it didn’t go much farther beyond a couple pet names and the occasional tap on the nose, but you never would’ve done any of that if you knew Harry was uncomfortable. You had a crush, you weren’t totally unreasonable, but he clearly thought you were.

Unable to help yourself, you stayed a little longer by Harry’s door to hear what else he had to say about you.

“I tried to ask out this girl from our history class today, and she called me an ass because she knew I had a girlfriend! I mean, come on, mate when does it end?”

Now, it ends right now, you thought. You’d done these things because you liked Harry and you thought he maybe liked you too, but that clearly wasn’t the case. You suddenly felt this feeling in the pit of your stomach. Like all the butterflies you got when he smiled at you died one by one.

If Harry didn’t like you, then he should’ve said something. Perhaps him not saying something was his idea of him expressing dislike, but you honestly thought he was okay with all the jokes and flirting. But he wasn’t, and he couldn’t say it to your face. Instead, he hid in his room and ranted about it to a friend when he could’ve just talked to you about it. You weren’t an unreasonable person, if he’d kindly stated his discomfort, you would’ve apologized and ended the whole thing there. You would’ve been a little embarrassed and bummed that he didn’t like you back, but you could move on from that. But you didn’t like people who talked behind your back, and you could be very petty to people who did.

Turning on your heel, you decided to eat dinner and study on your own. A single tear slipped out, but you quickly wiped it away. Harry wasn’t worth crying over.

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“You didn’t wait for me this morning.”

Looking up from where you were checking your emails on your computer, you saw Harry standing by your desk, his backpack over one shoulder. He had two to-go cups of coffee in his hands, one of which he set down your desk. You peeked at the label stuck to it, a chai latte with two shots of espresso. Your favorite.

“I had a question for the Dr. Marshall,” was your reply. It was a lie, but you didn’t want to tell him you’d been avoiding him since you overheard his phone call the other day.

“Oh. Well, are we still on for lunch and homework in the library? I have this psych paper that is absolutely kicking my ass—"

"I can't today," you said, cutting him off. Normally you'd jump at the opportunity to spend one-on-one time with him, but now you feared the next time you had to be alone with him. You couldn't just turn your feelings for him off, but you couldn't really stand to be around him, either. You didn't know how to act around him anymore.

"Uh...Okay, I guess I'll see you at the party on Friday? You're still going to that, right?"

"Yeah, I am," you said, but what Harry didn't know was that you wouldn't be going with him.

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"I don't know what to do, Mel! I still like him, but he clearly can't stand me. But then he keeps asking to hang out at the library or to get lunch, and—and—and it drives me insane!"

You were in your dorm with your roommate Mel. She'd agreed to walk with you a couple blocks off campus to a party at some junior's house after the football game tonight. She had been confused as to why you weren't going with your "future boyfriend," and since you hadn't told anyone about what you'd overheard the other day, it kind of just came pouring out of you.

“I’m sorry, babe,” Mel said.

“Like, I know he doesn't like me that way, but I thought if I was affectionate around him or something, I could convince him.”

“You can't Pavlov him into liking you, Y/n,” your roommate said, trying not to laugh.

“Obviously,” you muttered. Looking up at Mel, you asked her seriously, “Am I crazy?”

Mel joined you on your bed, letting you rest your head on her shoulder. “You’re not crazy, Y/n. You have a crush, and unlike most people, you weren’t shy about it. If Harry didn't like it, he should've said something at the beginning. I bet he liked the attention.”

You hummed. She had a point. Harry never told you to stop the flirting, otherwise you would've. You liked him, but you didn't want to play a game you knew you were going to lose.

“Sometimes I got the feeling he actually liked me too, you know? But now I just can't stop hearing how he said I embarrassed him.”

“Would you forgive him if he apologized? Go out with him?” she asked.

“Mmm. I think it would have to be a really nice apology. I still like him, but I don't take kindly to being disrespected.”

“Good girl.” Mel stood up and pulled you to your feet. “Come on, let's get ready for tonight. I have a feeling if you give someone else your attention, Harry'll be falling at your feet.”

Hope fluttered in your stomach, but you tried to ignore it. “You think so?”

Mel nodded before going over to your closet. “Harry took your flirtation for granted. Once he sees you flirting with someone else, he’ll see.”

Even if you didn’t end up going out with Harry, you still wanted to show him what he was missing, so you took the clothes Mel handed over to you. “Alright. Let's do this.”

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It was about an hour into the party, and you’d yet to go over to Harry.

You saw him come into the house, but instead of going over to him like you normally would, you held back and admired him from afar.

He was in a black and white flannel, half his hair tied up in a bun at the top of his head. He was just so cute, it was infuriating, but you held your ground.

And Mel was there to keep you in check too. She had your arm looped through yours as she introduced you to some of her friends, and after a while she hardly cared about where Harry was or what he was doing.

While you were in line at the keg, you heard your name called. For a moment you were excited that Harry was coming to you instead of the other way around, but it wasn’t him.

“Oh, hey Ash,” you said with a smile. He sat next to you in your history class, and you'd exchanged numbers for study sessions or in case one of you couldn't make it to class and needed notes.

Ash came over and gave you a side hug. “How’ve you been?”

“Fine. This line is a little long, though.”

“Always is,” Ash agreed. “Mind if I cut the line with you?”

“Sure.”

You talked to him about classes and plans for the weekend and whether these parties were actually fun or just something to do.

“So, where’s your boyfriend. Harry, right?”

“Oh, he’s not my boyfriend,” you said, blushing a little.

Ash frowned. “Sorry, I just assumed. It's a small campus and I see you guys together all the time.”

Well, there was no point in lying. “Yeah, I—I’ll be honest and say I had a pretty huge crush on him.”

“Had?”

You nodded. “I’ve recently discovered he doesn’t feel the same.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, and he sounded genuine. You’d never hung out outside of class before, but he seemed like a cool guy. Harry’s friends had become your friends, but now all you could think about was how they all laughed at you behind your back about how pathetic you were. Maybe you could make some new friends.

“Do you want to get out of here?” you asked suddenly. “This line hasn’t moved and there’s a diner with really great milkshakes close by.”

“A milkshake sounds a lot better than cheap beer.”

Ash smiled down at you, and he playfully offered you his arm. You took it, slipping your phone out of your puffy jacket to text Mel you were leaving early. She responded immediately.

Mel☀️☀️: got lucky? ;))

Rolling your eyes, you quickly typed out a response.

You: yes, but not the way you think. he's a friend

On your way out, your name was called for the second time tonight. You looked up from your phone to see Harry jogging over to catch up to you.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you all night. Where have you been?”

The urge to hug him was strong, but you held fast onto Ash’s arm. “I’ve been around.”

“I’ve missed you,” he said. “Come play beer pong with us. We’re up against Zayn and his girlfriend.”

Stay strong, stay strong, stay strong, you thought. “Thanks, H, but Ash and I were just leaving.”

Almost as if he didn't notice Ash standing next to you with your arm looped through his, Harry looked over, a small frown on his lips. “Oh, um, well then I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You went to respond, but Ash beat you to it. “Actually, we have a history test coming up. We were going to study together.”

Harry’s face fell even further, and while you wanted to distance yourself because he hurt you, you still didn't like the idea of hurting him. “You could join us if you want.”

Harry suddenly straightened up, an easy smile on his face. “No, no I’ll see you around. Take care, Y/n.”

You and Ash left soon after, and once you were far enough away from the party, you asked, “What was that about? We don’t have a history test.”

Ash shrugged. “He likes you. He just needs a little push.”

“How can you tell?”

“Well, he couldn’t stop staring at how close we were, and he watched us leave, was standing by the door until we turned the corner.”

“Really?” How did you not notice?

“Yeah,” Ash said. “I think just a couple times of us hanging out will make him putty in your hands.”

Well, that seemed nice. “And what’s in it for you?”

“Nothing. We’re friends, and friends help each other.”

Ash was definitely interesting, and you liked him, as a friend, obviously. He felt like a big brother looking out for you, and you could use a little of that.

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Another Friday night, another party.

You were with Ash and his friends and Mel, a group that was actually very fun. Oh, and Harry was there too.

You hadn't been hanging out with him very much, but not to the point of being rude. You just kept yourself busy, and the longer you went not spending time together, the more he kept pestering you about it.

“I feel like I never see you anymore,” he said earlier tonight. He asked if you wanted to skip the party tonight and watch movies in his room. It was exactly the kind of thing you wanted to do with him, but you couldn't just cancel on your friends, and you liked hanging out with Ash. So you invited him, and he said yes.

Harry was practically by your side the whole night, not touching you or anything like that, but his closeness definitely sent a message to any guy—or girl—who seemed interested.

You weren’t even dressed up, but you felt good. You'd just had your braids redone, your edges were laid perfectly, and the green top you were wearing just popped perfectly on your skin. If Harry didn’t at least find you attractive, he was an idiot.

And now you were sitting in some frat house backyard, your head resting on Ash’s shoulder. You could feel Harry’s glare from here, but he remained quiet as he sipped on his beer, hardly saying a word since you met up with your friends.

“I think tonight might be the night,” you said to Ash quietly, a smile on your face. Harry had been glowering all night, had complained that he didn't get to see you as much as he used to the last couple weeks, but he still didn't outwardly express his feelings. You'd done enough of that already. Now it was his turn.

“Yeah? He does look pretty pissed,” Ash agreed. He subtly gave you a fist bump before rejoining his conversation with Mel, who winked at you on his other side.

After a few more minutes, Harry cleared his throat. “Y/n, do you want to come get another drink?”

He was glaring at where your head was on Ash’s shoulder, but you just smiled like nothing was amiss. “I haven't finished mine, but thanks,” you said.

“Please?” He sounded hurt, and one thing you didn't want to do was hurt him the way he hurt you.

Winking at Ash and Mel, you stood up and straightened your skirt. “Sure. I’ll be back, guys.”

When you walked over to him, you almost wished he would put his arm around you or something, but he didn’t, the only time he touched you being when the crowd inside got a little too thick and he grabbed your wrist so he wouldn't lose you.

Instead of going to the kitchen where a mini bar had been set up, Harry led you to the front of the house, sitting down on the porch swing. You sat down next to him, keeping a small sliver of distance between the two of you.

“You normally sit on my lap,” Harry mused, his foot pushing against the floor to rock the porch swing back and forth a little.

“Normally,” you said, because he was right. You used to sit on his lap and play with his hair at parties, and now you weren't even touching him. “I don't want to give anyone the wrong idea, though.”

“Okay, what is going on here? Am I missing something?” he asked, the words sounding like they tumbled out of him before he could stop them.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean! You were all over me for a whole year and now—”

“Now? Now I realized that it embarrasses you and it got in the way of seeing people you actually have feelings for, so I’ve moved on.”

“Well where the hell did you get that from?” he asked, bewildered.

“From you! You said those things a few weeks ago on the phone,” you said. You didn't raise your voice often, but Harry could be so dense sometimes.

Realization seemed to dawn on him. “You heard me when I—”

“Uh huh.” You raised your brows at him, waiting for an explanation.

“I, uh, my friends constantly teased me. About you. I just thought if I told them what they wanted to hear they would leave me alone. I didn't realize—”

“So, instead of sticking up for me, you played along?” you shook your head in disbelief. “God you're a dick.”

“I know, I’m sorry. It wasn't right, and saying all that stuff felt like acid on my tongue. I wish I could take them back.”

“Me too,” you said resting your chin in your hands. When you felt like you weren't about to cry, you looked over at him, only to find him waiting to meet your gaze. “Are you really embarrassed by me? Why did you never tell me to stop? I would've if you'd said something, but it didn't seem like it bothered you.”

“You don't, and I wasn’t bothered, I just—”

“Just what?”

“I—I’m not like you, Y/n, it’s hard for me to just wear my heart on my sleeve the way you do.”

Well that much was obvious, but you were glad he was opening up to you now. “I don't need you to be like me, or even like me like that, I just want you to tell me to stop if you're uncomfortable.”

“But that's the thing. I'm not uncomfortable,” he said. Reaching his hand out, he settled it over yours. “It was just so full on from the beginning, and I don't mean to sound like more of an asshole than I already have, but it was hard to determine if I liked the attention or that it was you giving me that attention.”

“I guess that makes sense,” you said. “I’m sorry, I know I can be kind of intense.”

“Don’t apologize for being who you are, Y/n. I was the one who couldn't identify my feelings.”

“And have you? Identified your feelings?”

You looked at Harry, trying to read the expression on his face, but he could be so guarded sometimes.

But then he nodded, and the hand that was resting on yours shifted so he was holding it. “I...really like you. Not spending time with you has been absolute torture, and I—I know I probably ruined my chances with you, but since you were nothing but honest about your feelings before, I just thought I should tell you.

“But I won't—I won't, like, get in the way of things if you like that Ash guy,” he said.

You smiled a little when he mentioned Ash. Instead of answering, you stood up and moved so you were standing in front of him. Looking down at his lap, then back to his eyes, you asked, “Is this seat taken?”

Harry chuckled, his dimples flashing for the first time tonight. “Nope. All yours.”

You made yourself comfortable on his lap, and he was quick to wrap his arms around your waist. Your hands immediately went for his hair, and he leaned into it, humming with pleasure, practically purring like a cat.

“I’ve missed this,” he said, his eyes closed as you continued to scratch your nails against his scalp.

“Could’ve had this if you hadn't opened your big mouth,” you joked.

Opening his eyes, he looked into yours, serious all of a sudden. “I really am sorry for that.”

Harry had been a dick, but he wasn't the same as you. Sure, you wished he'd open up more, and maybe he would, but you couldn't expect him to change so suddenly. “I...accept your apology. Just please don't do it again. You really hurt my feelings.”

He nodded. “Of course, and you might not believe me, but I’ll defend you against anyone. My friends were being pricks, and I should've stood up for you. I won't make that same mistake again.”

“I know you won't,” you said. This was his second chance. If Harry really likes you like he said, he wouldn't fuck it up again.

“Well, now that that's out of the way, I’d like to do something, but I have to make sure of something first,” Harry said. He took your chin in his hand, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “You’re not dating that Rash character are you?”

You threw your head back and laughed. “Ash. His name is Ash. And no, I’m not dating him, he's just a friend. He was part of my plan to help you pull your head out of your ass.”

“Oh. Well then I should thank him, but that can wait. I'd rather do something else right now.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

Harry didn't answer, just brought your lips down to his. The kiss was everything you wanted it to be and more. His lips were buttery soft, moving with yours perfectly, like you were made for each other. His tongue made your heart swell about three sizes, and you couldn't help but dig your nails into his hair and tug a little, making him groan around your mouth.

His hands stayed at your waist, but you moved them lower, encouraging him to explore, and then he was everywhere. It didn't matter that you were outside where anyone could see you. As far as you and Harry were concerned, you were the only two people on earth to exist.

You noticed—barely, as Harry’s lips had you in a pretty stellar daze—that he'd been avoiding touching our hair at all. Moving to his neck to kiss and suck marks on his skin, you breathed, “You can touch them. The braids.”

“I just didn’t—I mean I know it's a sensitive subject—”

“You didn't ask, H. I'm telling you you can, that's the difference. I want you to.”

Nodding, Harry ran his hands through them, a small smile on his face. “They’re beautiful. You're beautiful.”

“Thank you. So are you,” you said.

Leaning down, you kissed him once again, and there wasn't much talking after that. You could've sat there for hours, kissing and touching and exploring. You wanted to know which areas made Harry’s breath hitch and which ones made him moan and which ones had him gripping your backside harder and pulling you closer. So you did just that, and so did he. He found your favorite spot just behind your ear and the one at the base of your neck. He made you shiver and push your hips against his when he reached underneath your shirt, not touching or exploring, just sitting there and enjoying the warmth of your skin.

Your body reacted to every little thing he did, and so did he, to the point where you felt his jeans tighten beneath you.

“Wanna get out of here?” he asked softly against your chest, placing open mouthed kisses right where the v of your blouse covered your breast.

“God yes,” you practically whined, making Harry chuckle, though he was just as desperate to leave as you were. “I have to tell Ash and Mel that I’m leaving first, though.”

So you slid off Harry, and this time he was all over you, arms around your waist and fingers resting on the sliver of skin between your blouse and skirt. When you return, the whole group watched you walk over. Someone whistled, but you couldn't tell who. Embarrassed all of a sudden, you turned your face into Harry's chest. Perhaps it was disbelief that it was actually happening.

“Take a wrong turn? You've been gone a while,” Mel said, a knowing smile on her face.

“We actually came to tell you we're leaving,” Harry said. “Probably to have sex, but we’ll see how it goes.”

Your mouth dropped into an ‘o’ in total shock. Slapping his chest, you said, “I cannot believe you just said that!”

“What? I'm just being honest. I'm all about being open and honest about my feelings now,” Harry said, not at all embarrassed by what he said.

“Oh God, I've created monster,” you groaned.

Your friends waved you off with teasing and laughter, but all you could focus on was Harry's thumb rubbing circles into your skin as he said, “You did, and you'll find that I'm quite insatiable.”

With a pinch to your bum, you squealed and pulled Harry out of the house as fast as you could without running. Harry opened his car door for you and practically sprinted to the other side so you could be off. His hand was on your thigh the whole way back to campus, reaching higher and higher, then coming back down your leg. It was torture, but the good kind. You were nearly buzzing with anticipation by the time he parked and let you out of the car.

And the second you were alone in his room, you were on him. Harry's hands were not so shy now that you were truly alone, reaching under your skirt and kneading your skin for all it was worth. You squeezed him hard once his mouth started exploring too, unable to much more than pull his hair and exhale encouraging words until you were a mess underneath him. He gave you a cocky smile as he kissed the corner of your mouth, but you were quick to pin him beneath you, eager to blow his mind the way he did for you.

You'd left the party early, but as far as you were concerned, you were just getting started.

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a quick note: i just wanted to say that i don't pretend to know what it's like to be black or to have a black woman's hair, but an anon asked if i would ever write from a black woman's perspective, and i always want to represent all walks of life in my writing. i hope this fic and the mentions of black women's hair is respectful and not offensive to anyone. pleas let me know if it is and i will change it immediately. all my love💕💕

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if harry styles were your boyfriend in 2015

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, he would have had to spend a long time convincing you to date him. This is because he is an Aquarius man who loves Charles Bukowski and wears skinny jeans, and you’d have listened to 1989. You didn’t want to make yourself look dumb by believing a member of One Direction, a band for whom every teenage girl within a million kilometer radius would manually rip off their fingernails to share a breath with, would be seriously, genuinely interested in you. But Harry, ever the hopeless romantic in spite of the height of his broody-bad-boy phase, would fly out regularly to knock on your door and take you to dinner. He would send you flowers randomly at work, and, one time, he would rent out an amusement park for your family on your little brother’s birthday. Your family obviously had many questions about this, and your friends had already begun telling their friends that you were dating Harry Styles. When you anxiously promised a group of 20 you’d hook them up with One Direction tickets, he did not hesitate to oblige. Eventually, you agreed to let him be your boyfriend provided he agreed to calm the fuck down.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you’d learn that the band had become much more of a business than a group of friends over the years. This means that you only ever met Liam Payne twice, and he was only nice the second time. Harry tells you in advance that the band is going to break up, and that they’re going to call it a hiatus, but he has a feeling it will be forever. He sheds a few tears over it actually and makes you swear to take this to your grave. You don’t know if he means the fact that he’s going solo, or the fact that he’s so nervous about it that it makes him tearful. Either way, your lips are sealed.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you’d have to learn to deal with the fact that he won’t publicly defend you against white teen girls calling you racial slurs online. However, he would tell you regularly how important you are to him, and you would make all your socials private so you could post cheesy couple’s pictures with him for just your close friends and family.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you would expect a fruitful familiarity to burgeon between yourself and insecurity. He’s Harry fucking Styles. He’s a quarter of the biggest boyband walking the planet right now. He’s tall and tan, with bright green eyes, and long greasy hair, and this million-gigawatt, dimpled, bunny-toothed smile. He’s a Rockstar. Everyone salivates when he just so much as breathes, and he can afford to buy a new plate every time he eats if only to avoid washing the dishes. This power dynamic had made you reluctant to date him at all in the first place. But, oddly enough, you are almost entirely wrong. Quite the contrary, actually, because when Harry Styles is your boyfriend in 2015, you wake up one day and realise that you are utterly teeming with this new, extraordinary (maybe unfounded) sense of pure, unbridled confidence. Just the rawest, most authentic sort.

You would saunter with the posture of Misty Copeland, and speak with the cadence of a fearsome king. Far be it from you anymore to tolerate rude coworkers, or restaurants getting your order wrong, or toxic friendships. No, now, like your boyfriend, you would find yourself commanding interactions. He would find it sexy, and he would tell you. This would only serve to stoke the fire of your self-worth even more. Your center of mass would be spread across your whole body, and not even Lucifer himself could knock you over. You’d argue with your boyfriend like he’d never leave; how could he? What is he, out of your league or something? No one is. Harry Styles—who could not even iron his own shirts, or figure out how to deal with his extended family members, or remember to call the plumbers about the faucet issue—would be lucky to have you. It would never occur to you to feel inadequate.

Speaking of arguing, if Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you two would actually argue quite a bit. When things were good, they were just phenomenal, but he would tend not to understand your point of view whenever you dared to tell him something he did upset you. He’d be immature, and do shit like complain about how he ‘needs his space’, proceed to ghost you for weeks, then show up with some fancy gift and the most cloistering attitude to which you’d ever borne witness when he realized he couldn’t function without you. If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you would get whiplash with all his mood swings, and break up four months in, only to get back together again. Your second swing at things would last four months and a day.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, your wardrobe would suddenly take on a dark and neutral colour scheme, right before your very eyes. You'd look sophisticated in long coats. You'd wear scarves and boots, and skinny jeans and… hats? Yeah, if Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you would miraculously become the sort of person who wears hats. One day, a friend would point out to you how, ever since you started dating Harry Styles, you dress like a rich lesbian mom. They would promptly follow this statement up with a genuinely perplexed utterance of how, “You somehow still manage to make it look cool.” “It’s the Harry Styles effect,” you’d reply, mostly joking until you reflect one day and realize yes, you and Harry do dress the same, and yes, you do look like a couple of rich gay mothers. But yes, you somehow still look cool. You two would actually look so cool and put together whenever you stepped out that even people who had no idea he was Harry Styles would compliment your collective style; you’d almost always be matching, though it’d never be planned. Your paparazzi pictures would be studied in fashion courses. You’d steal Harry’s funkier shirts and cozier jackets, and you’d wear the band tees he doesn’t quite find cool anymore – he’d just go crazy over that last one. Not outwardly crazy, and he wouldn’t even tell you he likes you wearing his old band tees. But you’d know.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, he would buy a house in Hampstead and call it “our house”. You two would never get the chance to move into Our House. He wouldn’t sell Our House until a year after you two were over, and that’d hit him harder than the breakup itself.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you’d be late to things. Deadlines and events and suchlike. The reasons would range from you and Harry arguing in a cab over the directions to your destination, to Harry loving the dress you’ve chosen to wear that night so much that he simply has to rip it off your very body and ruin your hair and makeup and whatever reputation for perfect attendance you once sported. You and Harry would tend to stay up and out late. At night clubs, soirées, or social gatherings. You’d become a night owl. Unfortunately, you’d start waking up later too, and you’d never be well rested, so you’d eventually become a bit more gripey and grumpy of a person than you were prior to dating Harry Styles in 2015. Your breath would always smell like coffee, or mint gum to mask it.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you’d never know where your keys are, and you’d fall asleep with your makeup on.

Your friends wouldn’t point out the negative effects of this relationship until after you two broke up, but while Harry Styles is your boyfriend in 2015, your friends actually love him. If he planned to fly you out somewhere and you wanted to bring a little entourage along, he’d happily accommodate them. And at dinner parties he’d be funny and charming and humour all who were interested (usually everyone) with unheard tales of crazy Ibiza rendezvous with Ed Sheeran. You would, however, have one or two friends that would develop a little less than friendly relationship with him – like maybe your roommate and him would bicker a lot. It’d probably be because he guzzles your milk and tosses the empty carton back in the fridge like an asshole, and gets annoyed when other people so much as pass through the room while you two are having an argument. Your roommate would say Harry has made you prickish and messy, that Harry’s bad for you and not that big of a deal, and you wouldn’t realize at the time she’s actually just looking out for you.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend, he would genuinely find you funny, and he would tell you this with tears in his eyes whenever you landed a good joke. This would make your heart swell so large it’d knock your lungs around, because you would truly consider him to be one of the most hilarious people you knew. Any praise from him, who may as well be perfect, would be of the highest variety.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend, he’d open the door for you. In fact, everyone would open the door for you. Men and women and whoever else would tend to step aside for you, and you’d never have to do that stupid, awkward side-to-side dance thingy that people do when someone blocks their path ever again. People would just be polite to you. And no more would you have to bear the chagrin of a joke of yours not being laughed at, because, if Harry Styles thinks you’re funny, chances are you’re a total riot.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, he’d be a bad driver. He’d always try to busy his hands with unzipping the fly of your jeans, or digging feverishly under your skirt like you’re hoarding buried treasure, as opposed to holding the wheel. But when you’ve just had a fight, he drives perfectly, and silently. Halfway through the journey he’ll play some Joni Mitchell from his phone (eyes still barely leaving the road, focusing with that intense stare he’d always do in 2015, and lips sealed shut), then, shortly after, his hand would find your knee. Not your thigh, your knee. And you wouldn’t shake him off. By the end of the drive, chances are you two would no longer be fighting. You wouldn’t be too sure if this was the healthiest way to end an argument, but you prefer it to cutthroat scream-fights laced with below the belt digs, or makeup sex (because, while it was fun and all, it would have become a bit of a get-out-of-jail-free card, and you were quite certain that wasn’t healthy).

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, your mum would love him, and your dad would hate him until the third time you two visited. The third time you two visited, you’d walk onto your parents’ patio to find Harry Styles and your dad laughing like old buddies and Harry would refuse to tell you what it is he said to change your generally stubborn father’s tune so fantastically. After the breakup, your dad would mention him with this sort of mournful, disappointed look on his face for years to come.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you’d never truly feel like a part of his life the way you were sure you’d made him a part of yours, and you wouldn’t be sure why, nor could you seem to find the right words with which to bring this up. You could, however, appreciate that he didn’t hesitate to introduce you to his friends and family the moment you let him know you were ready. He wasn’t reluctant, or ashamed, and he wouldn’t make it weird at all. Just took you around a couple parties and dinners and beamed at you extra sparkly-like when you shook the hand of someone extra special to him. You wouldn’t expect that you’d get along better with his famous friends than his mates from youth.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you would text Kendall Jenner way more often than anyone would believe. It would only be awkward sometimes, but she’s nicer than you gave her credit for, and you reckon she has less feelings for Harry than his old girlfriend from high school, from whom you’d receive pointed stares whenever Harry brought you to a pub in Cheshire with his school friends.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, he would care about you. He would really, truly look after you and care about you in ways you didn’t know twenty one year old men were capable of. When you accidentally messed up his expensive clothes, or called him during important meetings, he would never, for a single moment, make you feel as though you were a burden, or like his fame came before you. Ever. He would always walk on the side closest to the street when you were out and about, and hand you his sunglasses when his Harry Sense tingled, letting him know someone, somewhere nearby, was taking pictures. He would always have his eyes on you to know where you’re at when you two were separated at an event, and he would triple check the locks on every door and window before he could even think of getting some peaceful rest. He would need to know he could be your safe space, and so he would hold you while you cried and screamed. He would smile and laugh with you when you wished to be silly and fun. He would sit and listen when you spoke to him about the things that have happened in your life to make you who you are. He would be the firm, nice-smelling pillow you could lay your head against when you’d had a rough day and couldn’t really be around anyone else. And he would be well equipped with a reassuring smile and nod whenever you dared to feel doubtful or scared or insecure.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you actually wouldn’t braid his hair. Not ever. In fact, you’d barely ever touch his hair, and you wouldn’t know how he’d react if you just combed your hand through one day. So, you never did.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you would almost get a dog together, almost, but you wouldn’t. Which is good, because very shortly after you two visited a shelter in Hampstead together to satiate your dog-parent fantasies, played around with the idea of something more permanent and stable as you played around with the dogs, you would break up. For good.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you two would break up for good because he cheated on you with some rando from Carolina, and, almost immediately after you found out, you’d tell yourself you saw it coming. This would be half-true, but it would also serve as way to comfort yourself, because you cannot bear to deal with the fact that you maybe, just maybe–for a horrid, saccharine, fleeting, naïve moment–thought you two would work out.

If Harry Styles were your ex-boyfriend in 2015, he would take your ability to love and just tear it to utter shreds with his bare hands. You would never be the same. Though you’d heal with time, you would shudder as he became more and more famous over the years, and you were forced to be reminded of him way more often than one deserves to be reminded of their ex.

But, eventually, you’d look back on your relationship with Harry Styles in 2015 fondly. You reckon you are now a more confident person, a more stylish person, a more introspective person, a better kisser, a better fighter, and a more voracious Taylor Swift fan patiently waiting for the release of 1989 (Taylor’s Version), so you may uncover those silly, gooey, raging emotions you buried in Hampstead seven years ago, if only for shits and giggles.

(You try not to listen to any of his music, but you betrayed yourself recently. Something about Boyfriends made you almost want to get in touch with him again. Almost.)

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ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ | H. Styles

ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴛᴡᴏ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟʟʏ ꜰʟɪʀᴛᴀᴛɪᴏᴜꜱ & ɢᴏᴏꜰʏ. ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴊᴏɪɴ ɪɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ "ᴏɴʟʏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ." ꜱᴏ,ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴜɴᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ?

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ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛʟʏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘʟʏ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴏɴ, ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ꜱᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇɴʏ?

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adoreyouusugar · 2 years

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Idk I just expected WAY more Harry Styles x Black reader and not that insecure bs but like actual good writing 💀not the few and far 2014 posts and tbh I don’t even see many of those ( with the rushed writing and just almost nonsensical talking )

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harrysgoldenbum · 2 years

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Chai for Two

Harry x Jiya

word count: 1819

warnings: none, just soft and fluff

it had been proofread, but I am sure I might have missed a mistake or two

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Harry woke up mid-morning wrapped around Jiya. Harry laid on his side and had a thick thigh thrown over Jiya’s legs and his arm was wrapped around her waist, while her face was tucked into his chest.

Harry woke up from the sunshine streaming into the bedroom. Jiya’s sage green sheets covered him from the waist down. He moves his head back far enough to look at his girlfriend.

A content smile forms on his lips.

Pressing a gentle kiss on Jiya’s forehead, he relaxes into the mattress and just holds her. It was the first night he stayed over at her place and he is already looking forward to the next time.

It was about five minutes later when Jiya woke up and presses closer to his body. She was just in a cute cotton pajama set that consisted of a pink button-down shirt and sleep shorts. “Morning,” she mumbled against his skin.

He didn’t say anything, but his hand continued to caress her back. They lay in silence for some time just enjoying the warmth that came from the sun and each other.

He liked how he felt when he was around her. It was effortless. He didn’t have to worry about what he was doing or saying, he didn’t feel like he had to put on a show for Jiya. He was able to be himself around her.

It took a little bit of courage from Harry before he asked her, “Will you teach me how to make chai?”

Jiya pulled back in surprise and looked at him. “Really?”

“I want to be able to make it for you,” he whispers shyly. “The way you like it.”

A rush runs through Jiya’s body. Just the thought of Harry wanting to make her tea warms her from her fingers to her toes. A bright smile stretches across her face.

And that's what gets them to get out of bed. The two of them freshen up and took turns brushing their teeth. Harry now had a brush in Jiya’s toothbrush holder. He pulls on the soft yellow shirt he was wearing yesterday and his jeans. Jiya added a sports bra under her sleep shirt and slid on a pair of house slippers.

Pulling out a small copper-colored pot, Jiya showed him how much water to put in. “It depends on how many people are going to drink it. My Bibi Ji taught me how to make chai, but my Nani Ji helped me get it to my taste.”

She explained to him that over the years she had made so many cups of chai, that she has gotten used to just eyeballing how much water she needs to boil. “Even if I have to make a large pot, I’ve just gotten used to it. What you have to keep in mind is that along with the water, you will be adding milk too.”

Harry was quiet as he watched her move around in her kitchen. She was in her element, bubbly, and light. He took in every word she was saying.

The stove ticked a few times just before the flame caught.

Much like the rest of her duplex, her kitchen was cozy and welcoming. Her colored cabinets popped against the white backsplash, and wooden floors. Her wooden floating shelves provided more space. The shelves were covered with various cookbooks, spices, and dishes. Jiya’s windowsill, just above her sink, was decorated with a few plants, one looked like spearmint and another looked like basil, and there were a few others that Harry couldn’t recognize. Near her stove, sat a tray that had ceramic jars labeled ‘sugar’ and ‘tea’, next to it was a container that held wooden spoons, spatulas, and what looked like a small steel sieve.

While the kitchen colors were gray and white, the stillwater blue kitchen island provided a sharp contrast. Which happened to match the living room sofa. Jiya also inserted a shot of color with the different mugs and dishes she used in the house. Along with a couple of flower bouquets, that sit on the kitchen counter and living room table - she also has one in her office. For the last couple of months, Harry had taken it upon himself to make sure that the flowers were exchanged for fresh ones, changing them about every two weeks.

Jiya placed the pan over the fire, “I hope you know that I am making you a cup too.” She tosses him a smile over her shoulder as she reaches into the cabinet. She pulls out jars that contain cardamom, clove, and cinnamon sticks. “I personally don’t add sugar, but you can always add it after.” She also pulls a mortar off the shelves. Moving, Harry comes to stand beside her. Placing a tea towel under the grinder, Jiya added two cardamom pods and one stick of clove into the bowl. She snaps a cinnamon stick into a fourth and drops it into the water. Taking the pestle, Jiya pounds the green cardamom pods and the clove a few times before she drops them into the water too. “There are so many different spices that you can add to chai, it just depends on the taste you are going for. Like, some days instead of adding cinnamon, clove, and cardamom, I’ll use fennel seeds. The amount of spices you use changes, depending on how many people you're making tea for. Of course, you don’t have to add spices if you don’t want to. You could just make a plain cup too.” Placing the lid onto the pot, she leans back against the counter and tells him to wait until the water boils.

Standing close to each other, Jiya looks up at him and can see the concentration on his face. She hesitates for a second before she works up the courage to ask him, “Can I ask what prompted you to want to learn how to make chai?” His eyes catch hers. And a small smile forms on his pretty face, just giving her a hint of his dimples.

“You’re the first person I’ve been with who has taken the time to learn the things that I like. And every time you do, it reminds me how effortless a relationship should be. I wanted to return the gesture, and not because I want to even things out, but because I want to.”

Leaning in, Harry presses a gentle kiss on her lips. “It’s just something I want to be able to do for you.” He murmurs against the apple of her cheek. Cupping her head in his hands, Harry presses delicate kisses on her eyelids. “Is that okay?”

Pecking his pink lips, Jiya whispers a soft, “Yes.”

They stand in each other's warmth, enjoying each other’s presence, while they wait for the water to boil.

It takes about two minutes until the water starts rolling.

“So usually with loose leaf tea, one spoon is enough for about two cups, if you want stronger tea then you add more and let it simmer for longer.” Scooping the black tea from the designated jar, Jiya adds a spoonful to the pot. They wait about 2 minutes before she moves toward her refrigerator and pulls out a gallon of milk. “Okay so this is going to sound silly, but it was the only way I could remember how much milk to add when I was younger. I was never taught how much to measure, my grandmothers took ‘measure with the heart’ literally.”

Tipping the milk gallon, Jiya poured the milk into the pot. She continued to do so until the liquid turned into a medium tan color. “As a kid, I would always compare the color of the tea to my skin color.”

It took Harry a second to process what his girlfriend just said, “What?!”

Jiya felt her face heat up, and a slight blush showed on her tan complexion, “I told you it’s silly,” she cried out. “It doesn’t work for everyone but that was a connection I made when I was a kid!” Shy, she turned her face away from Harry. “Hey, hey,” he turns her head so she’ll look at him. “Just wasn’t expecting you to say that, Jiya. It was the last comparison I was expecting you to make.”

A small chuckle rumbled out of Harry, “If that is the way you remembered it, it's the way you remembered it.”

“Okay…” Jiya starts, desperately wanting to move away from the subject, she fidgets in his embrace. “When we add milk into the pan, you want to keep a close eye on it because when it starts to rise, which happens very quickly, it can boil over.”

And sure enough, it was a few minutes later, Harry heard a hiss coming from the pot, and saw the milk starting to rise. Moving quickly, Jiya turned the flame down and set the liquid to a simmer. “I usually let it simmer for fiveish minutes so that way it's not watery.”

She presses herself against his body and wraps her arms around his waist. “While we wait for the water to boil, what do we want for breakfast?”

They agree to avocado toast with a side of fresh fruit. While the toast heats up in the toaster, Harry takes on the task of cutting and seasoning the avocado. “When did you learn how to make chai?”

“My Bebe Ji taught me when I was around six or seven,” Jiya responded as she washed up some blackberries and blueberries.

“And your Nani Ji, helped you figure out the way you liked it to taste?”

A wide smile took over her face, she loved it when he would refer to her grandparents in Punjabi. “Yeah. She was the one who taught me what different spices to use, and which ones complimented each other well.”

Harry stretched against the kitchen island and placed the plate of toast and the bowls of berries on the other side. And watched Jiya turn the flame off the stove and cover the pot with its lid. She took out two mugs from the cabinet and reached for the sieve. Harry watched his dream girl uncover the pot and placed the small sieve over one of the cups and poured the liquid through the netted material, leaving the used spices behind.

She clearly had years of practice with the way she did it with such ease and natural fluidity. Once both cups are filled, Harry picks both of them up from their handles and walks around the island to where their breakfast waits. Jiya follows him and settles down on the barstool next to him.

After waiting for a few minutes, Harry blows in his cup to cool the hot drink before he takes his first sip. He tastes the spice blend. It's not overwhelming but just enough to give the tea flavor. “I hope you know darling, you’re going to have to give me this lesson a few times before I’ll get it down pat.”

With a gleam of happiness in her eyes, Jiya nods her head as she takes her first sip of the morning.

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creation-key · 1 year

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3 Years, 36 Months, and 13,140 Days-

Word Count: 974 :)

TW: mentions of a knife. ANGST

AN: Hey guys, I’m black so while writing I imagine my characters as black, but this time I mentioned no physical attributes, so feel free to imagine her as wtv you’d like, hope you enjoy :)

I like him, I’ve always liked and I haven’t been afraid to show it.

I first met Harry Junior year of high school, I had just moved from Illinois to California and knew no one. I remember looking at my schedule walking, then the next thing I knew, I was on the floor. I started to apologize but was immediately taken back by the nerdy boy with curly hair. He started apologizing and explaining himself, reaching down his hand to help me back up. Not listening to a word he said, I interrupted his dialogue-

“you’re beautiful, but you ramble a lot”

I had said, and ever since then, I have been in love. Fast forward to now, it’s our Freshman year of college, and we both got into SoCal. I am still so in love with him, even more so now that he’s grown more into his looks. Every where he is, I’m right beside him. Everywhere he sits, I’m right on top of him, even if there’s an empty chair. My philosophy is, why sit there when Harry’s available?

Now don’t get me wrong, I love Harry, but I’m also his best friend and if he started getting feelings for another girl, like in our senior year, then I would back off. But until he finds a girl better than me? Spoiler alert, there’s no one, then he’s stuck with me. I think he secretly likes me too, well that was until I overheard a cute little conversation between these 2 witches that hate me.

“Ugh, when is she going to get the hint that Harry doesn’t like her?”

“I know right, I mean if anything, he only keeps her around for the attention she gives him. It honestly a little sad.”

“For real, she’s like a little bug, practically a stalker at this point”

After hearing that, I ignored it because I know they like Harry and hate on everyone who’s around him, especially me since I am around him 24/7. But my subconscious listened, and the little insecure girl inside of me started to take over, distancing myself.

It started off with just little things such as staying home to do homework rather than hang out with Harry, or make plans with friends on our planned friday night movie “dates”. I guess Harry picked up on it before I did, because now he’s yelling at me in a bedroom… at a party… at 12 am…on a Saturday… He wasn’t even supposed to be at this party, and that’s exactly what I told him too when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into this room-

“Why have you been avoiding me Celeste?” He says after locking the door, now turned around leaning on it with his arms crossed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking.” I reply back fast, laying down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Yes you do, and now you’re lying? You never lie, that was favorite trait about you, no matter how bad, you always were straightforward with your feelings and towards others? WHAT HAPPENED?” He raises his voice towards the end.

I look up at him, surprised, knowing that he never raises his voice unless it’s serious. Meeting his gaze, I finally see the tears running down his flushed cheeks, he makes no effort to hide them, just let’s them fall.

Confused, I stand up and walk towards him, cupping both cheeks, wiping off his tears with my thumbs.

“I’m sorry, H. I guess I just thought that 3 years was long enough.” I try to move my hands back, but he quickly grabs my wrists holding them there.

“What do you mean?” He says ever so softly, more tears threatening to fall.

“Come on H, I’ve been in love with you since Junior year of high school, and I’ve been oh so vocal about, so much so that people who don’t know me think that we’re dating!” I pause, taking my hands off his face, backing away towards the other side of the room, feeling a breakdown coming.

“I know that” He responds trying to reach at me. I stop him.

“Please H, I need to get this out now, and I can’t have you touching me or else I won’t be able to say it.”

Looking defeated he just nods.

“I’m tired of following you around all the time, hoping, no… praying that someday you’ll wake up reciprocate my feelings. I know that’s a lot to ask for, which is why I’ve never once pressured you to tell me how you feel, for both your sake and mine. These past few weeks, I’ve decided to distance myself because I’ve realized how long it’s been that I’ve been waiting for you. I mean when you really think about it, 3 years is 36 months which is approximately 13,140 days! That’s 13,000 days that I have been hopelessly in love with you, wasting my time and yours. You never loved me-”

“I did love you-”

“You never loved me in the way that I loved you, and that hurt me Harry, all 3 years I was hurting, and I just didn’t realize it until now. You know I’m a strong woman Harry, but this, whatever game we’re playing, I want out, I don’t want to play anymore, I’m tired, and most of all just hurt.” I start walking towards the door, unlocking it.

“Celeste wait-”

“No Harry, this is goodbye, can’t really be a break up since we were never together.” I smile at him sadly, opening the door and closing it. I walk out of the party, saying goodbye to the people I came with, and started the walk back to my dorm.

Feeling far away I enough, I let the tears I was holding in for the past 3 years fall. I cried so much that I didn’t even see the knife the man was holding.

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payasamlover · 2 years

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Pal Payasam

Summary: Harry cooks yns favourite dish in the whole world Paal payasam

Word count:

Warning: fluff :)

A/N: Hey everyone I'm so sorry if this blurb doesn't come up to your expectations tbh I didn't like it either but I still gonna post it cause I took time to write . Honestly writing is really stressful and it really clogs your brain a lot . If there's any typos or error please lemme know :) . Any I love you all <3

Terms:

1. Moné: a nickname meaning dear

2.Amma:mother

3.Kutti: small

4. Paal payasam: payasam or kheer is a sweet dish and a type of wet pudding popular in the Indian subcontinent, usually made by boiling milk, sugar or jaggery, and rice, although rice may be substituted with one of the following: daals, bulgur wheat, millet, tapioca, vermicelli, or sweet corn.( Paal=milk therefore paal payasam =payasam made with milk)

As a person who never cooked in his 28 years of existence Harry Styles found himself at a loss when trying to make something for the first time. He stared helplessly at the pots and pans that were sitting on a kitchen counter while he waited, not wanting to move them because they might break if he did. He also had no idea what to do.

It was one of those moments where Yn just wanted to curl up under her duvet and cry because she miss her family so much that she forget about all the other things that happening around her. As a girl who was born and brought up in India Yn knew better than to complain when things went wrong.

Earlier that day Yn was on the phone with her mom and dad catching up with them about her whereabouts and such. They were so proud of their daughter for moving to another country to chase her dreams and aspirations. Of course, they missed her terribly and want to visit her but they couldn't do so because of their work obligations. The only thing they could do was send pictures and FaceTime. It never failed to make Yn feel warm inside.

It was just another typical Saturday when yn decided to call her parents. On the 3rd ring, her mother picked up. "Sorry, Moné I was really busy today. Is everything okay?"

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"Yes, it's fine amma. Just miss you is all." Yn replied, taking a sip from her glass of water.

Yn heard a soft chuckle coming from her mother's end and said, "You know we miss you too baby girl." She continued to talk with her little girl for another minute until the call ended. "How's Harry, moné? Is he eating well?"

"Oh yeah, he eats plenty don't worry." Yn smiled at the mention of her boyfriend.

"Anyways, what are you and Appa doing tonight?". "He doesn't know this but I'm cooking his favourite payasam you know just a kutti surprise". Ah, the good Ole paal payasam. The thought itself made yn's mouth water.

"Ammaaaa now I wanna eat too " Yn whined. "Then come back to India and I'll make every single one of your favourite payasam and bring Harry too you know I can't wait to tell him all your embarrassing stories to him " Her mother giggled and Yn couldn't help but laugh too.

"I will amma, I love you so much." "Love you too my vaave," she said before hanging up and letting out a content sigh. Her smile slowly faded away as she stared at her phone. Her eyes started welling up. She just misses them so damn much. "Hey, are you okay bubba?" Harry asked from behind her making yn shriek before turning around.

Harry was standing in front of her wearing nothing but his towel and looking like an angel. He was leaning against a doorframe with his head tilted to one side. "I just called amma . I just miss her so fucking much Harry you've got no idea". Harry came closer to her. "Come here lemme give you a hug", he said gently wrapping both arms around her waist. "Is there anything else I can do to help you?". "Naw, I'll be alright babe? You've done enough today. I love you." "Love you too, lemme go get some clothes". Yn watched Harry walk out of the room and close the door before she sighed loudly.

Harry knew how much Yn missed her family therefore the next day he decided to make Yn her favourite dish in the whole world. Her amma's paal payasam. So the next day Harry decided to make a quick run to the local Indian store near them when Yn was still sleeping. He grabbed all the ingredients and started preparing for the paal payasam. So like every other millennial Harry decided to go to YouTube his trusted friend. After searching for God knows how long he finally clicked on a video that looks decent enough. Little did he know the video was in Malayalam Yn's native language. He didn't know Malayalam for shit. Once again he's back to square one. He browsed so much he got fed up with it. So he decided to ring Yn's mom for help.

"Hello? what happened Harry why are calling me this early?". "Uhm hey Mrs Yln I'm sorry to wake you up I need your help it's just Yn was missing you guys so to cheer her up I'm making Yn's paal payasam," Harry rambled. Yn's mom laughed out loud before replying. "Harry it's fine honey, I understand that she misses her amma and appa and her fav paal payasam " Mrs Yln spoke."Okay so basically I need your help to make the paal payasam but I don't know where to start " . "why don't you start by rinsing the rice and roasting the cashew and raisins ?". "M'kay" Harry mumbled. When he finished washing the rice "Harry moné do you have a wide pan at your home ?" Mrs Yln asked him "Yeah I think it's somewhere around here" Harry answered. There was a moment of silence before Amma heard rustling noises. "Give me mo Mrs yln lemme find the pan," Harry said with a big grin. Amma chuckled lightly hearing Harry's voice coming through the speaker. Harry soon returned. "There it is Mrs Yln". " Great "Mrs Yln exclaimed. "Now boil the milk in the pan and after that add the soaked rice. Harry did as he was told and placed the mixture into the pan. "This should do".

While he's stirring the rice it starts smelling amazing. " Okay now stir the rice grains and saute for about 30 seconds on a low to medium flame or till you get a nice fragrant aroma from the rice. Do not allow the rice to get browned" amma said. "Gotcha" Harry hummed before starting the fire on medium heat. "simmer and cook for 15 minutes or until the rice grains are cooked well." "Okay Mrs yln," Harry said once more and continued to cook and stir while waiting for the rice to finish." Now mash the rice slightly until the payasam turns creamy. If you mash the rice too much it won't turn out perfectly so try to be as delicate as possible" Mrs Yln instructed Harry before going silent.

After some time passed Mrs Yln spoke again. "Alright, that looks perfect now add some more milk for the thickness ". "Now add like 5 tsp sugar to the pan and you continue stirring ." "Ok", Harry replied before adding the sugar " boil for 3 minutes or until the payasam turns creamy and sugar is dissolved completely. Pour the toasted nuts over the raisins and add ¼ tsp cardamom powder. mix well. okay" Harry nodded along as Mrs yln explained everything to him. "Okay, keep on stirring the pot for 8 to 10 minutes then remove the paal payasam to cool down and let it rest." " Thank you so much Mrs yln you're a God sent"."Hey anything for you moné".He thanked yn's amma for helping him cook and they hung up.

As soon as Yn woke up she was hit with the aroma of her favourite thing in the entire world paal payasam.No way in this world Harry would make payasam for her. "Did you make payasam for me?" Yn asked as she sat up and stretched her body. Harry looked at her from where he was sitting on his bed with a small smile playing across his lips. "Babe, it's past 7 in the morning so I thought you'd still be sleeping", He responded making her groan.

"But now I'm awake," She asked, crossing her legs under herself. " Yeah" He replied. "Okay" Yn hopped off the bed and walked towards Harry giving him a quick peck on the cheek before skipping off to the kitchen. "Babe, did you cook payasam for me?" " I feel so special right now" She smiled. Yn was currently sitting on her chair with her legs crossed and her hands on her lap. Harry was seated behind her. His hand rested on her stomach. He started rubbing circles on the soft spot. "Why don't you go get ready and wear the white saree " Harry suggested. "You mean the one you bought for our first anniversary?" She asked.

"Yeah why don't you try it on", he replied. "Why?" "Because you miss home and being close to your homeland. That also means you also look lovely in it." "Hmm maybe" Yn agreed with a huge smile. Harry chuckled softly as he watched her stand up, and grab the silk saree from their closet." As Yn began draping her saree harry decided to plate the payasam. It smelled delicious.

Yn walked out of the bathroom wearing the saree and Harry couldn't help but let out a low whistle. "Oh yeah there's the real Mvp ", Harry teased making Yn pout. "Hey I look pretty don't I?" She whined. "Very pretty my love" Harry smirked. "Ok let's not waste our time it's time to dig in" Harry stood up and handed her the bowl of paal payasam and served himself before walking towards her. Yn and he began eating. While eating she tried to steal glances at Harry who was busy eating paal payasam. When Harry caught her gaze she grinned sheepishly and stuffed another spoon into her mouth. "You're staring at me, love," Harry said while chuckling. Yn blushed heavily. "It's just...you made me my favourite dish even though you don't know how to cook and that's something that I appreciate about you". "Thank you baby" Harry replied before taking another bite.

When Yn had almost drained the paal payasam Harry finally spoke up. "So.. how did I do for my first payasam? " "Surprisingly well. Tbh I never thought you would cook this well , and to top it off you did such an amazing job. The payasam smells so good and the taste is so exquisite", Yn said smiling brightly. "I'm glad that I did a great job then, and I'll do even better next time," he stated proudly ." I know you would " she giggled." Well, after we're done eating can we take a nap? " Harry asked Yn. "Sure, sounds fun", Yn said . "Good now let's go to bed, sweetheart" Harry said. Yn stood up and followed Harry to their shared bedroom.

They both climbed under the covers together and Harry pulled Yn closer to him "I love you so much love " He murmured before closing his eyes. "I love you too" Yn whispered. After a while, Harry fell asleep and Yn snuggled into his embrace, contented with the warm feeling inside her chest.

A/n: again I just wanna apologise if this is not good . tbh I rushed writing this . if there are any typos or grammatic errors please lemme know

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harrysarchive · 1 month

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just the two of us; h.s.

pairing:

dormmate!harry x dormmate!reader

summary:

"you look good [y/l/n], is it a crime to speak my mind?" i muse a smirk crawling its way onto my lips.

"yes! yes it is a crime. you-you cant say that!"

"says who?"

"says every rule of being best friends!"

warnings:

smut 18+⚠️

loud rap music blares through the crowd, the smell of weed and sweet alcohol hangs in the air as i stare at [y/n] from across the crowed house a tug in my gut and a green monster clouding my vision. i watch as he runs his hands down the side of her body, she throws her head back with laughter grabbing ahold of his bicep.

"woah styles, loosen the grip. in a second your drink will be on the floor." louis snickers giving me a nudge, i roll my eyes. "[y/n] would never go for him, if you're curious:"

my head snaps to him, "what? -erm i mean- why would i care?"

louis snorts shaking his head, "maybe you dont, maybe you do." he smirks walking away.

i shake my head before my gaze makes its way back in the direction where [y/n] should be. but isnt. my heart starts beating out of my chest, blood rushing to my ears as my eyes scan the crowd. i spot her rolling her hips against her friends crotch before bending at the hips and slowly rolling them. my bottom lip catches between my teeth as my jeans grow tighter against my crotch. my view gets disturbed as the previous man she was laughing with grabs ahold of her bicep, she looks at him before shaking her head no and pointing to her friend. before i can stop myself, my feet carries my weight over to her direction, i softly grab [y/n's] hand giving it a yank to hide her behind me.

"we got a problem?" i ask lowly looking at the man.

"yeah, the problem is you taking what was rightfully mine." he sneers causing my eyebrows to shoot up.

"bunny, you belong to this man?" i ask with humor behind my voice.

she looks at him with eyebrows furrowed, eyes blazing with anger, "no! we talked for about two minutes. i do not know you nor do i want to get to know you." she snakes an arm through my arm yanking me away from the man. "men are pigs! i swear it." she murmurs under her breath, a chuckle escaping my lips.

she leads me outside were theres a small group of people blocking the doorway, some smoking others drinking. i grab ahold of her hand and yank her in front of me before narrowing my eyes, all of the sudden the nasty green monster swivels in my chest again.

"why the fuck were you talking to him?" i demand crossing my arms in front of my chest, he eyes also narrow into slits, her nose flaring at my tone.

"why are you speaking to me with that tone?! i was talking to him because he came with some of my friends and i thought he would be a friend, but he started touching on me. i got uncomfortable and left to dance. the end." she states sternly before turning and walking in the direction of the dorms murmuring 'so overprotective'.

"dont walk away from me [y/n], we arent done talking!"

she ignores me and keeps walking, her shoulders hunched over, nose deep in her phone. letting out a groan i follow behind. "you look hot." i blurt out, my hand quickly slapping over my mouth shocked that i actually had the nerve to say it out loud. she's wearing a short skin tight black one piece that sticks to her skin like honey, nipples peaking through and the swell of her ass peaking out. she stops walking before straightening up and turning to look at me, her ears are burning a nice red shade at the tip of them.

"what did you say?" she asks in a whisper eyes wide like i had said the most obscured thing ever.

"you look good [y/l/n], is it a crime to speak my mind?" i muse a smirk crawling its way onto my lips.

"yes! yes it is a crime. you-you cant say that!"

"says who?"

"says every rule of being best friends!"

"i'm not a stickler for rules." i hum grabbing her waist and pulling her towards me. her face has the lightest dusting of red probably from the drinks she's had, but i'd like to think it's partly because of me.

"har." she muses eyes dazing over. "we-we cant!" her dazed eyes suddenly open to their full capacity pushing herself out of my arms.

"god you're insufferable woman i swear it!" i groan closing my eyes and rubbing my palms over them.

"harry our friendship is very valuable to me! i cant lose it because we decided to -well what would happen tonight if i told you i also think you look good? hmm?"

"i dont know probably ask you on a date then." i shrug my shoulders, my heart pumping as she frowns at me.

"what if we don't click as well as we think we would? i value our friendship more than wanting to test out a theory that would not work out." she sighs her eyes glazing over with tears.

"bunny," i sigh grabbing ahold of her hands, "what would change? absolutely nothing- well okay maybe if we did go out the only thing that would change would be us holding hands, kissing and what not but we do everything else the same. shit people always ask if we're dating if it's their first time meeting us. but to hell with all that, i cant help how i feel for you bun. i've always been attracted to you from the day you opened the dorm room and probably till the foreseeable future. you may not want me to feel this way but you don't dictate my feelings."

i watch as a tear falls down her beautiful face, a frown tugs on my lips. she quickly wraps her arms around my neck before placing a kiss on the corner of my mouth. "you make it so hard not to feel the same way." she chuckles while pulling away and looking me in the eye.

my heart soars at her words, a smile breaks out on my face as well as hers and before i can stop myself i press my lips against hers. feeling to jittery to hold back, "let's go to our room bunny." i sigh as i pull away.

"not so fast styles, i do believe you're supposed to take me out on a date before taking me to bed." she teases booping my nose.

"of course bunny, we'll go on a date." i hum grabbing ahold of her hand and tugging her along with me, "hm lets see the only place open at three in the morning would have to be waffle house." i tease as she scrunches her nose.

"hell no." she shakes her head tugging me in the direction of our dorms, "you can just take me to brunch tomorrow."

"oh fuck," i groan as my vision blurs, i drop my head to the crease of her neck and let out a moan

i grasp [y/n's] plushy hips and thrust deeply into her. i furrow my brows as i move back and forth slowly, receiving a few gasp and moans - here and there - they're breathy and light. i grab her face placing my lips on hers swallowing her whines.

"oh harry!" she moans sinking her nails into my back, her back arching off the bed.

"you're fucking beautiful." i groan as i take a moment to study her. her eyes rolling back in pleasure, nose flaring up slightly, mouth agape as small whimpers and moans escape her mouth.

my eyes trail down to the movement of my hips, pushing into her. i love watching myself thrusting my cock in and out, the view turning me on too no end. "god bunny," i moaned as i brought my lips to her neck. one of my arms wrap around her waist, bringing her closer to me, needing to feel her closer. my hand trailing down her body, i rub tight circles around her clit.

"oh my god bunny, you're so intoxicating." i moan loudly as she whimpers, "oh bun, i'm almost there." i mumbled to her, before sucking lightly on the column of her neck, my grunts and the sound of our skin slapping fills the small room. [y/n] lets out a string of profanities, her lips pressed against my ear.

"oh fuck," was all that escapes my lips before i find my release, i dont stop moving in and out of her. "cmon love, cum for me, need you to cum" i gasp at the feeling of being overstimulated, i watch as her eyes roll to the back of her head and mouth gasps wide open. feeling her clench around me she lets out a broken sob before we both turn to mush.

collapsing on-top of her i take one last look at her, hair disheveled, red cheeks, some dry tears down her face, lips plump, and glowing like the goddamn goddess she is.

"you gonna be my girlfriend bunny?" i ask and she looks at me with a wide smile slowly nodding.

"yeah har." she giggles placing a kiss on my cheek. "cant wait to rub the fact that i have a boyfriend - that i got on my own might i add - in my mothers face."

"it'll just be the two of us." i smile at her, she gleams up at me nodding.

"yeah, just the two of us."

another dorm mate story💗💗

-all the love

xo🐝

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whitemancumslut · 1 year

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VACATION IN ITALY

summary Harry and Y/n take the girls on a vacation to Italy!

introduction

maeve_styles

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maevefan1 YOUR HAIR !! IM SO JEALOUS

ynfan1 RIGHT ITS SO UGH!!

maevefan2 ugh your style

sadiesink_ BABE!!

maeve_styles 😇❤️

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harrysupdates Harry and his family have landed in Italy for a family vacation!😊🇮🇹

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harryfan1 OH MY GODDD

harryfan2 THE TOTE.

maevefan1 THIS EXPLAINS MAEVE’S POST!!

harryfan3 him and this clip own my heart

ynfan1 i agree

harryfan4 i agree as well

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harrysupdates NEW! Harry seen on a yacht in Italy!

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harryfan1 UGH HE LOOKS LIKE HE SMELLS LIKE MONEY

harryfan2 that’s my man

harryfan3 he’s such a dilf..

ynfan2 Oh, to be a nepo baby

harryfan4 this is too real

harryfan5 yes yes yes

ynfan3 why??

ynfan2 wym why? to be rich and go on yearly vacations like these

ynfan3 okay i agree

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harrysupdates NEW! Dadrry taking a photo of his daughters in Italy!😭❤️

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harryfan1 HES SUCH A DAD OH MY GOD

harryfan2 this is the most dad thing i’ve ever seen him do

harryfan3 i couldn’t agree more

harryfan4 MY DADRRY CONTENT IS HAPPENING NOBODY MOVE

harryfan5 our dadrry content is going to overload

harryfan6 dadrry owns my heart

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harrysupdates NEW! Harry and his family seen out in a restaurant in Italy!

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harryfan1 OKAYY FANCY

harryfan2 HE LOOKS SOOO GOOD😩😩😩

harryfan3 so obsessed with the hair

ynfan1 Italy fits them so well

ynfan2 I WAS SAYING THIS

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ashleighstyless leave it to us to have a photoshoot mid dinner. @/mirabellelee

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mirabellelee damn right

harryfan1 oh to be a twin

maeve_styles SO GORG !

maevefan1 my heart ☹️

maevefan2 wow my sisters don’t even speak to me

harryfan2 THIS IS SO CUTE

harryfan3 YOURE SO PRETTY!!!

ynfan1 AHH SO BEAUTIFUL WHATTT

ynfan2 IM SO JEALOUS I WANNA BE YOU SO BAD

mirabellelee

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mirabellelee 🇮🇹❤️

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ashleighstyless so hot fr

mirabellelee that’s you 🤞

harryfan1 😭😭I WANNA TWIN JUS TO SAY THIS

harryfan2 NO BECAUSE SAME

ynfan1 this is so 😭

ynfan2 You are so pretty 😭❤️

harryfan3 oh to look like u

maeve_styles angelface

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yourinstagram 😇🇮🇹❤️

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ynfan1 MOMMY ????

ynfan2 this.

harryfan1 no literally— mommy.

harryfan2 Harry won

ynfan3 OKAYYY😍😍

florencepugh AWOOGAAAA😍😍😍😍😍

yourinstagram LOVE YOU MISS YOU

harryfan3 flo is us

harryfan4 flo is me i am flo we are one

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yourinstagram Italy is treating me well❤️

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harrystyles 😍😍

harryfan1 STOP

harryfan2 I NEED THIS .

harryfan3 idk if i wanna be her or WITH HER

ynfan1 only way to put it

ynfan2 so obsessed with you

ashleighstyless

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ashleighstyless Io amo l'Italia❤️

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maeve_styles 😍😍 my bilingual sista 😊😊

ashleighstyless leave me aloneee😭😭😭

harryfan1 THE BRAIDS OH MA GAWDDD

harryfan2 THIS IS ITALY?? OH MY GOSHH

ynfan1 yeah but they’re in the fancy part. trust me it’s not beautiful everywhere

harryfan3 yeah it’s pretty here but not as pretty as it looks

harryfan4 😦😦so pretty

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ashleighstyless photos creds

maeve_styles no caption is wild

mirabellelee actually leave me alone 😭

harryfan1 OMG😭😭

harryfan2 i wish my sisters were like this fr😭😭

harryfan3 THE HAIR??😩😩

ynfan1 RIGHHHTTTT

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maeve_styles i love it here in 🇮🇹

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ynfan1 i wanna look like u

harryfan1 MY GAWDDDDD

harryfan2 nah like how are you so pretty

ynfan2 LITERALLY!

ynfan3 NO SERIOUSLY HOW

harryfan3 do y’all see her parents ???

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harrysupdates NEW! Harry in Italy walking with the family.

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harryfan1 he is such a dad😩😩

harryfan2 i NEED that tote

harryfan3 NO LITERALLY ITS SO EXPENSIVE THO

harryfan4 he deserves my money

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harrysupdates Harry out for dinner with his family in Italy again recently!

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harryfan1 THE FIT !!

harryfan2 RIGHT!! THE JACKET

harryfan3 I LITERALLY LIVE HERE AND I HAVENT RAN INTO THEM ONCE

harryfan4 i would cry. especially they have been walking around italy for days

ynfan1 well don’t TRY and run into them…

harryfan5 i agree makes yall seem stalkerish

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stylesleigh awooga fr

friend1 so prettyy!!!!

friend2 you’re so babe fr

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harryfan1 MY HEARTT

harryfan2 I love his dad post

ynfan1 OH MY GOSHHH THEYRE SO BEAUTIFUL

harryfan3 DADRRYYYY

harryfan4 SELFIE HARRY I BEG

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sooverwhitesandpinks · 1 year

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Wish You Were Sober

fratboyharry x friend!reader Inspired by the lyrics of Wish You Were Sober by Conan Gray

Warnings: angst, alcohol, weed, frat party, no mention of gender, idk.

You never really wanted to come to these parties. Maybe the first few in the beginning of the semester, but you grew tired of them quickly.

Beer, weed, loud music, and sweaty bodies. The bathrooms were always trashed and the floor was always sticky, but you still spent your Friday nights in these humid frat houses. Not for your personal benefit, but for Harry.

"Is he really worth it?" Your roommate, Gianna asked. You were on one of the couches in the living room. Her boyfriend, Danny, was on her other side with his arm lazily slung over her shoulder, scrolling through his phone.

You sank further back into the couch. Your eyes hadn't moved away from Harry in minutes. He was leaned against a wall in black jeans and a dark henley, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the buttons unfastened, exposing his chest. A red flannel was tied around his waist, he'd taken it off within the first half hour of you two arriving.

He looked too good, he always did. His eyes were bright, his hair was perfect. His smile was killer, though the only thing killing you was that it wasn't being sent your way. The girl he'd been chatting up all night was the lucky recipient.

The girl, Piper, was in one of your smaller classes. She was pretty, you understood why Harry liked her. She was sweet and genuine but fuck, did you wish you could hate her.

They looked cute together, you guessed. She stood in front of him, drink in hand as she effortlessly flirted back. You watched as she shrieked something that he laughed at before they switched drinks and took a sip. They both pulled a face before switching back. You shook your head and finally looked away.

"Is who worth what?" You played dumb, turning to Gianna.

"Is Harry worth pining over? You follow him around like a lovesick puppy and he just keeps dragging you behind him," she tsked, sipping her seltzer.

You ran your thumb over the rim of your drink can and bit your cheek before answering. You and Harry became friends at an involvement fair at orientation over the summer. You were instantly smitten, but you never told him and he acted like he didn't notice.

"He's a good friend to me," you replied, shrugging.

"Is he? He's gotta know you like him, and he plays with your feelings anyway," she told you.

"He doesn't know," you shook your head, though you didn't put any effort into hiding your staring or blushing.

"He uses your feelings against you. He drags you out to these parties, he gets drunk, he knows you'll always take care of him," she sat up, staring down at you.

"He's just drunk, it's not intentional," you responded with a shake of your head, though you didn't know why you were excusing his behavior. She wasn't wrong.

"Either way it's fucked up. It's happened too many times. He brings you to these stupid parties you don't like, he flirts with other girls in your face, he gets too drunk, and you always sign up to take him home. Plus he tries to bone you when his flavor of the night won't fuck him 'cause he's hammered," she ranted. "You deserve better."

"I know," you dropped your head into your palm. You did deserve better. "I gotta get over him."

"Go get another drink, and go dance or flirt or I don't know, just don't look at him again. He'll be just fine without you," she shooed.

You lazily got off the sofa, making a point to look everywhere except the corner of the room Harry was currently occupying.

"Okay, I'm going," you nodded, setting your empty can beside the pile of them on the side table.

"'Atta girl," Gianna whooped. Your first stop was the kitchen, you grabbed your second seltzer of the night from a cooler before stepping out into the backyard.

The cool air of October nipped at your nose and the exposed skin of your knees. The back deck had been converted into a beer pong arena, people were crowded around the white folding table. You bypassed the mass of people and headed toward the bonfire in the yard.

"You mind if I sit here?" You asked, pointing to an empty folding chair beside some guy you'd never seen before.

"Not at all," he shook his head. His voice was lazy and his eyes were red tinted and heavy.

"Thanks," you nodded. You stared into the fire pit as the few other people in the circle conversed.

"You smoke?" The guy from before asked, holding a half-smoked joint out.

"Sometimes," you shrugged, accepting it. You brought it to your lips and sucked in a deep breath, feeling the smoke fill your lungs.

"You seem sad," he observed, taking the joint from between your fingers and hitting it himself. You exhaled.

"Maybe I am," you shrugged. He blew a cloud of smoke in the other direction before turning to face you again.

"How come?" He asked, handing you the joint. You took another hit, held it, then exhaled before you replied.

"I don't even know your name," you said, still blowing smoke. You handed him the joint again.

"I'm Zayn," he smiled before batting his long eyelashes. You told him your name before finally answering his question.

"I'm desperately in love with one of my friends, but he couldn't care less. My roommate thinks he's stringing me along, and honestly she might be right," you admitted. You sat back in your chair as the buzz from the weed startled to settle in.

"Damn," he hit the joint once more before he passed it off to the girl a few seats over from him.

"Damn indeed," you nodded.

"You wanna talk about it?" He asked, you could feel his eyes on the side of your face even though yours hadn't moved from the flames.

"Not particularly," you answered. If you talked about it, you might cry. You saw him nod in your peripheral before he turned to face the fire as well.

The two of you sat side by side, the crackle of the fire and the cheers of the cup pong club were the only sounds in the air. You weren't sure how long you were sitting there. You weren't exceptionally high, but definitely buzzed. Your drink was almost empty by now, the alcohol in your system only providing a slight buzz as well.

"I'm gonna go get another beer, you want anything?" Zayn asked, rising from his seat.

"I'm okay," you shook your head. He nodded before walking off.

He returned a few minutes later, beer in hand and a couple trailing behind him. The girl, who you now realized was Piper, was holding Harry up. He was behind her, slumped over her shoulders.

"These two were walking around calling your name, I told them you were out here," Zayn said as he plopped down into his seat again.

"Harry's hammered. I asked him who he trusted to take him home and he said your name," Piper explained. She gestured to the boy behind her who stood up upon the mention of his name.

"This your friend?" Zayn asked. You nodded.

"Okay, I'll uh-- I'll get him back to the dorms," you stood, suddenly thankful you hadn't taken another hit.

"Thanks. I would do it but I don't know which building he's in," she smiled, patting Harry on the arm.

"Why can't we go back to your place?" He slurred, looking to Piper, who giggled.

"Because you're too drunk," she told him. "Call me tomorrow, if you can remember."

"Oh I will," he pointed. Piper waved at you before walking back to the house.

"Hey," you felt Zayn's hand wrap around your wrist. "Don't get strung along."

You didn't say anything, just nodded. You grabbed Harry's arm and wrapped it around your neck so you could help him walk.

"Hiiiiii," he cheesed, starting to walk with you.

"Hey, Harry," you sighed.

"Can I hit that joint I saw back there?" He asked, jabbing his thumb back in the direction of the bonfire.

"Absolutely not," you shook your head as you walked alongside the house.

The two of you stumbled down the street, Harry babbling incoherently and you trying to lug him just a few blocks further.

"You're so nice," he hummed, tripping on every third or fourth step he took.

"I know," you sighed, disappointed with yourself.

The two of you eventually made it to the dorm hall, slowly climbing the few steps ahead of the door. You had to instruct Harry on which leg to lift when.

"You're so pretty too," he added. You shook your head and let it roll off of your back, he always started with that. You pulled him into the building and dragged him to the elevator. The two of you leaned against the back wall after you hit the button for your floor.

"I think I might be a little drunk," he giggled. You wanted to laugh with him, but you couldn't.

"Maybe," you simply replied. The doors opened after a minute or so. You stood up again, letting Harry's weight fall back on you once again.

You walked down his hallway, stopping at his door. He mumbled something about this looking like his room as you punched his code in and opened the door.

You dropped him on his bed, his roommate gone like usual. Harry fell back onto his mattress, his fingers sliding down your arm until they grasped your hand.

"You should lay down with me," he suggested, patting the small space beside him with his other hand.

"No, Harry," you shook your head and pulled your hand from his. You moved to his dresser and grabbed his water bottle.

"C'mon, please," he begged. You sat down on the corner of his bed and held his water out.

"No. Just drink some water," you sighed. This was how it usually went. You would bring him home and he would try to pull you into his bed. You wouldn't ever take advantage of him, but it somehow felt like he was trying to take advantage of your kindness and love for him.

"Okay, okay," he nodded before he clumsily sat up beside you. He grabbed the bottle from your hands and took a small sip.

"More," you urged, wanting to leave this entire situation. You pledged to never accept a party invitation from him ever again. Gianna and Zayn were right. You can't keep getting caught up in your own one sided feelings and let yourself get dragged behind him.

"I'll drink this whole thing if you let me fuck you," he said, leaning closer. You closed your eyes and let out a shaky sigh, the smell of alcohol mixed with his cologne consuming you. You jumped when his lips met your jaw.

"Harry, I'm not gonna fuck you," you shoved him away gently. You still hadn't opened your eyes.

"Why not?" He leaned in again, this time speaking lowly into your ear. "We both know you want it."

You shook your head again and shoved him back a little harder this time. You stood from the bed and tried to breathe calmly, but you were honestly at your breaking point.

"Is that all I am to you?" You asked, not turning around to look at him yet.

"What do you mean?" He slurred, reminding you just how drunk he was.

"I can't keep doing this, Harry. I can't keep letting you drag me around. It's not good for me anymore, not that it ever was," you started, turning around to look at him.

"I'm sick of watching you parade other girls around all night. I'm sick of still being a good friend and taking you home when you're too drunk to walk. And I'm extremely tired of you toying with me when your first choice won't have sex with your drunk ass," you huffed, frustrated tears pooling in your eyes. "It's exhausting, and I'm tired of it. I deserve to be called pretty when you're sober."

You looked down at Harry, watching him stare back up at you. He seemed a little less drunk than he was before. He blinked a few times, running a hand through his hair.

"I'm a shitty friend," he shook his head, setting his water down on the floor.

"You're not, Harry. Most of the time you're great. Honestly, it's not your fault. It wouldn't hurt so much if I wasn't hopelessly in love with you," you bravely confessed. You figured he wouldn't remember it anyway.

"It is my fault, though. I knew you liked me and I still said all that terrible stuff to you," he spoke. You wiped your tears away with the heels of your hands, even though fresh ones replaced them almost immediately.

"God, Harry. I think I need to be away from you for awhile," you said, blowing out a shaky breath. He didn't say anything, just nodded.

"Are you going to remember this in the morning? You usually don't."

"Do we have this conversation often?" He glanced up at you with a hiccup.

"No, not the conversation. You usually try to get in my pants though," you grabbed a bottle of painkillers and set them on the table by his bed.

"I'm sorry," he fell back onto his mattress again, clearly exhausted. He rubbed his eyes.

"I know," you stated, pulling the door open.

"I wish I was sober for this conversation," he sighed, turning onto his side.

"I wish you were sober too," you walked out.

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ik this is super vague but could u write something w a black!reader? love ur writing ❣️❣️❣️

Good in Bed

kinda mean harry, but this was fun to write! hope you like it!

We don’t know how to talk, but damn we know how to fuck.

“God, one date! I just want one date!”

“Y/n, we hang out like every day,” Harry said.

“To hook up or watch you work on one of your stupid projects, or be in one of your stupid projects,” you said.

“I never promised dates when we started seeing each other. We agreed on just hooking up!”

“God, you’re infuriating!” you cried, doing your very best to not tug at your hair. You hated that he had this much of an effect on you. Harry was right, this started out as just hooking up, but it became more, and you knew he knew that.

“You’re exquisite,” he murmured, brushing his lips across your neck. “I don’t think I’ve met anyone so beautiful. I’m blown away every time I look at you.”

You gripped his hair and tilted your head to the side to give him better access. “You mean that?”

“With my whole being. Please let me paint you.”

“I don’t—”

“Shh. I promise it’ll be worth it,” he said.

Harry was close enough to kiss, close enough to push all the way in, but he didn’t. It made you squirm a little. “Harry, please—”

“Say yes. Say yes first.”

He was so close you could taste it. It made you almost desperate enough to agree. But, “That changes things. We—We would be more—”

“Whatever you want, petal. You can have me however you like.”

“You just said all that shit, didn’t you?” you said now, feeling like an idiot. How could you be so stupid? “Empty words all so you could paint me and stick it in while you're at it.”

“Why are you trying to ruin what we have going on here? I thought you liked our arrangement.”

You did, and perhaps it made you selfish, but now you wanted more. “I don’t know.”

Harry stepped towards you, and you let him, let him tip your chin up to meet his gaze. “We make each other feel good, yes?” You shrugged and mumbled some kind of assent. But that wasn’t good enough for him. He squeezed gently on your chin. “Do I not? You don’t sound sure.”

He was such a cocky asshole. He knew you liked him, liked what he did to you, and now he’d turned this argument into some kind of game. But no matter how good he made you feel, you were still mad, still wanted to argue. So you just shrugged.

“Do I need to remind you? Is that why you started this argument in the first place?” he asked.

Another shrug.

“I’m not going to take you on a date. If that’s what you want, I would seek elsewhere,” he said, lips grazing your cheekbone. “But perhaps I should show you just how crazy you drive me.”

He leaned in, and you kind of hated yourself for it, but you let him kiss you. You practically melted underneath him, sighing even as he only sucked on your bottom lip and left you craving more. Harry’s hands moved down past your waist, squeezing appreciatively until your legs were wrapped around his waist.

You hardly noticed as he moved through his apartment until he sat down, you with him, on a stool.

His studio, you realized. A room you were familiar with, having spent many a modeling session in here. You’d never seen any of Harry’s pieces, though. He was always so secretive about them. Until now.

Your breath hitched, and not just because Harry was nuzzling the sensitive skin at the base of your neck. The painting in front of you was beautiful. Harry caught your likeness perfectly, and yet you looked more ethereal, the white of the slip dress you’d worn looking iridescent.

“Is a boyfriend gonna honor your body this way, huh? Your beauty?”

Harry began unbuttoning your jeans as he muttered in your ear, taking the shell of it between his teeth. Your whole body felt electric with every touch Harry gave you, so much so you’d almost gotten lost in it. Almost.

“It’s not enough. I want to go out, not stay—stay cooped up in your studio all the time.” Getting the words out was hard as Harry kept touching, kept kissing, but you needed to say it. No matter how good he may have made you feel, you still wanted a relationship. And maybe that didn’t align with what he wanted, but that just meant you had to move on.

If only getting up was that easy.

“I see. You don’t want to go on dates,” he said, making you gasp as his fingers began to move. “You want to be shown off. You want everyone to know I’m yours.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” you spat, even if they sparked something in your belly. He was twisting your words around, and yet you still wouldn’t stand up. It just felt too good.

“I told you. I’m not going to hold your hand across a dinner table or share popcorn with you at the movies. Go find some boring idiot if that’s what you want. If you want your face hung up in a gallery and have people know just how beautiful you are to me, then stay, but I’m not gonna beg.”

He was acting tough, but you could feel him straining against his trousers. This wasn’t one sided, you made his heart pound as much as he made yours, he was just too stubborn to admit it.

When you didn’t say anything, Harry began to remove his hand, but you quickly put your hand on his wrist, keeping him right where he was.

“No? Finally seeing sense?”

“You’re an ass,” you said, but slouched against him further.

His lips were on your jaw, but you could hardly feel them, could hardly feel anything but his hand moving beneath yours. “Heard that before.”

His free hand snuck under your shirt, tracing patterns in your skin as they moved up your stomach toward your chest. “I’m better—fuck—better off without you.”

Harry chuckled before nipping at your jaw and soothing the spot with his tongue. “Oh yeah?”

“I’m not playing these games with you anymore. I—I know what I want. This is the last time.”

“Heard that before too,” he said before ripping his hands away without any warning.

You let out a broken cry, but the tips of Harry’s fingers were on your mouth, dipping inside and shutting you up before you could speak. He raised a brow at you, that smug, condescending smirk on his face that drove you insane.

“Better make it count then, shouldn’t I? Gotta make you miss me.”

Whimpering around his fingers, you held on tight as he picked you up again, presumably to take you to bed. Harry set you down irreverently, his movements languid as he removed his clothes and joined you on top of his sheets.

A complete and utter tease, that’s what he was. Everything he did was to bring you to the brink, but never quite getting you there—touches that lacked the right amount of pressure, kisses and bites that just missed your most sensitive spots, hands that massaged around the places you needed him most.

Harry wanted you to be the one to pull him closer, to push him in the right direction, to finally give in. You were holding out, but you could only wait so long before you combusted.

In a fit of frustration, you swiveled until you were on top of him, legs on either side of his waist.

His grin was crooked as he took you in, from your head all the way to where your skin met his. “A shame this is the last time,” he said, resting his hands on either side of your hips. “I would’ve liked to paint you just like this. Guess I’ll just have to find someone el—”

In one fluid movement, you shut him up, rocking your hips back and forth in a way that had him closing his eyes. “Shut up. Don’t ruin this for me.”

Harry peeked an eye open, a grin that screamed pleasure on his face. He took a coil of your hair and twirled it around his finger and admired it. “Go on then.”

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Yeah…that wasn’t going to be the last time.

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