the yule ball

h. potter x f!reader

summary: as the yule ball is approaching, both you and harry potter want to attend together, but end up asking other people in fear of ruining your friendship. inspired by @notnotcasey on tiktok's series.

words: 900ish

warnings: fluff, angst, pining. wrote this a while ago but it's not bad?

"I'm starving," Ron bellowed as he sat down opposite you at the Gryffindor dining table. Every day, he would repeat this, each time more genuine than the last. Harry sat silently next to him, picking at his food rather than eating it. You did the same. Hermione sat next to you, eating as she normally did. She looked at you, then your plate.

"Are you okay?" She whispered to you amongst the noisy dining hall. You nodded in response, then directed your attention to Harry.

"Ah," She nodded. Silent communication was the only outlet you could bare right now. Ron couldn't be more clueless.

"Hey, Harry," He said in between mouthfuls of sausage and tomatoes. "Who're ya askin to the ball?" You and Hermione exchanged looks once again. Harry remained fixed on his full plate.

"Harry," Ron repeated, nudging him with his elbow.

"Hm?" Harry finally looked up from his daze to meet your stare. You quickly blinked away.

"Who're you going to the ball with? I heard Parvati-" He was cut off by Harry jabbing him with his elbow. Hermione perked up.

"I'm going to the washroom. Care to join, y/n?" Without allowing you to respond, she swiftly grabbed your hand and began walking out of the dining hall. You looked back at Harry as you were led away, a sorrowful and empty expression still on his features. As soon as the two of you were out of sight, Hermione stopped in her tracks.

   "Are you okay?" She crossed her arms, serious about getting the truth this time.

    "I mean, yeah," You replied. "How can I be mad when he has no idea-"

    "You have to tell him," Her expression was desperate.

    "Tell him what exactly?" You mimicked her posture.

    "That you love him, y/n!" Something so simple seemed impossible. You fell silent and your body slouched. She sighed and placed a hand on your shoulder as to comfort you.

    "I don't know, Mione," You removed her soothing hand from tour arm and stepped away from her. As if your gesture ended the conversation, a figure came around the corner behind you.

    "Malfoy," Hermione greeted him with a sour tone. You turned to see him standing only a few feet from you, dressed in his obnoxious all-black uniform.

    "Granger," He shot back, a devious smirk on his face. He looked down at you with the same mischievous expression.

    "Can we help you? We're in the middle of something," Hermione stood her ground.

    "Yes, I see that. Since y/n was finally away from Potter for a moment, I was going to propose that I accompany her to the yule ball this weekend, assuming he hasn't already asked her," You nearly choked. Your reaction widened his smirk. Hermione scoffed.

    "As if she'd go with you," Draco turned to you. Hermione did the same. You were silent.

    "Looks like you don't know everything, Granger," He teased. Hermione folded her arms and furrowed her brow.

    "You're impossible," She huffed as she stormed off back into the dining hall. After a moment of listening to Hermione's footsteps echo away, Draco turned back to you.

    "So he hasn't asked you yet? I knew he was a coward," His tone was angry instead of self-righteous like you expected.

    "No, he hasn't," You mumbled. He looked down at you with a glimmer of sympathy in his eyes.

    "Well then, I suppose I'll have to show you what a real man is. That is, if you're accepting my proposal," He loosened his tie, showing a glimmer of doubt. You straightened your posture, regaining what little confidence you had.

    "I reckon I don't have much of a choice, now do I?" His smirk reappeared. He stepped closer to you.

    "No, you don't," He lifted a hand to brush the hair out of your face. Your whole body tingled. "See you there," You could feel his breath on your neck. He slowly drew himself back and walked back into the dining hall. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

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    Warm candle light filled Harry's dorm room as he sat patiently on his bed. You stood behind wooden privacy shutters, peering through the cracks to watch his expression as you stepped into the third dress you wanted to show him. An emerald, velvet cloth draped over your shoulders as you stepped in front of him.

    "Mind zipping me up, Harry?" You pulled your hair to one side and turned, exposing your bare back to him. He nearly choked, which made you smile to yourself.

   "Yeah- sure," He stammered out of bed and walked over to you. His warm breath on your back sent chills down your spine. As gently as he could, he placed a hand at the top of your dress as to hold it in position while the other gradually made its way up your body. You stifled a shudder. Once you turned back to him, you adjusted your hair and met his gaze.

    "What do you think?" You inquired, a dimply smile occupying your face. His expression fell like it once did in the dining hall. He was reminded of how dreadful the Yule Ball would be without you by his side.

    "I think you should ask Hermione," He replied curtly, folding his arms and drawing himself away. You chuckled.

    "I want to know what you think, silly," Your attempts in lightening the situation failed.

    "I think they're all green," He sighed and ran his hand through his floppy brown mop of hair and shoved the other in his pocket. You rolled your eyes and began unzipping your dress.

    "Well, since I'm going with Malfoy, I figured-" He cut you off, his voice louder than before.

   "You're going with Malfoy?" His arms were crossed now.

    "You're going with Parvati," You shot back, stepping behind the shutters again. He walked to the other side of the shutters. You couldn't see much but his silhouette.

   "You could've picked anyone else," He huffed. Your dress on the floor now, you felt more exposed than ever, even though he couldn't see you. You folded into yourself, feeling hurt.

    "I could say the same for you," Your words were quiet, but heavy. Realization. Harry stormed out of his dorm, leaving you alone. Your eyes welled with tears that fell once Harry slammed the door. You gathered your things, feeling pathetic. Soft sobs escaped in between sniffles as you dressed. Just as you were about to leave, a knock.

    "Y/n?" Ron's voice was soft and empathetic. You quickly wiped your tears and brushed yourself off.

    "Come in," You chimed. He practically tiptoed into the dorm, almost as if stomping would set you off.

    "I heard what happened," Almost as a reflex, you rolled your eyes.

    "If you're going to yell at me, just save it," You wiped your nose and held your things close to your chest. He sighed and sat on the bed opposite to Harry's. He looked up at you with disdain. He didn't want to just as much as you didn't want him to. You dragged your feet as you walked over to a spot next to him and sat down. He opened his posture to you and wrapped an arm around your back, rubbing your shoulder. The gesture almost made you want to cry even more. Instead, you let your head fall on his shoulder.

    "I would be just as crossed as he is right now," He mumbled in an exhausted tone. You wiped your dripping nose once more.

    "I know," He let his cheek rest on your crown. "I imagine Hermione's pretty crossed too," You continued.

    "We're all crossed," He reasoned with a soft smile. "Just especially Harry," You chuckled at his remark. The room fell silent again for a long moment before Ron spoke up again.

    "He didn't know you felt that way about him," His claim held truth.

    "Yeah, I see that now," You sat upright on the bed, leaving Ron's arm around your waist.

    "Just give him time," He reassured you as he drew his arm back. You nodded. He brushed the loose hair behind your ear and smiled. He wrapped his bulky arms around you and you returned the gesture.

    "Thanks for making me feel better," You muttered into his shoulder. "You should do the same for Harry. I don't think he wants to see me right now,"

    "Yeah, that's probably for the best," He pulled away and stood up. "You better go talk to Hermione though. She just ignores what I have to say,"

Fallen For You |H.S AU

Fallen For You | Masterlist (I'll try and put them all under the #fallenforyoubybrit tag)

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Cover + edit made by me. Instagram watermark is my Demi Lovato edit account - I might open a Harry account but that's TBD right now

Description:

"Welcome to Fallen Ranch!" "Oh, I thought it was fall in. Like fallin' a part" Harry Styles was Boston Creek's must have rancher. He was hard to come by, hard to accommodate to, and a pain in everyone's ass; but he did a damn good job, which made him become very desirable. Everyone wanted him, and if you had him, you had to make sure you could afford to keep him. Not only was his pay out of this world, but he also requested room & board, including meals, a truck to get to town and at least one day off a week. If you wanted your chance at Harry Styles being your Rancher, there was absolutely no wiggle room for discussion. Delaney knew how much of a pain in the ass Harry Styles was. She grew up hearing the stories ever since he moved into town. "He's disrespectful", "He thinks his way is the right way" and the worst of them all? He didn't like dogs; but even with all of the bad mouthing the town has said about him, she couldn't help but notice his dreamy eyes and glistening muscles as he worked in the sun. The moment she found out her father had landed the Harry Styles, she was terrified. Her family couldn't afford her to make a fool of herself. If she wanted to keep Harry and everything that came with him, she needed to seal her heart up and throw away the key... right?

This is my warnings from my Welcome page on Wattpad before you read; the casting + their photos need to be viewed through Wattpad due to me passing Tumblr's photo limit per post.

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Hello! Welcome to my new Harry Styles fanfic! - this is my first time writing a Harry fanfic since 2016, so honestly wish us all luck lol

This story will contain smut! - if you're uncomfortable with that, there will be warnings at the start of each chapter. 

I'm pretty warning heavy if needed, so if anything comes up that I'm aware of being triggering, I will put a disclaimer - if you find anything that I missed that should be a warning, feel free to comment! - I won't put a warning for "fat" comments due to they're not meant to come across has harmful or hateful - Delaney is plus sized and she is aware of that. Jokes get made, insecurities are shown but none of it is supposed to come across in a negative way. If those things are triggering, it should be very sparse due to I'm trying to write a confident plus sized character! 

Comment's Harry makes are never intended to be hurtful! He comes from a good place, it just all comes out wrong! <3

For those who came from the dadrry tag - it isn't immediate, but it's there!

This story contains lbgtqia characters, POC characters & plus sized characters - hate speech is not allowed, your comments will be deleted and you will be blocked. This story is a safe + loving environment for all! 

This story contains swearing! (I can't help myself I'm sorry lol)

Last prewarning, I write slow burn! - they will not be dating immediately nor having sex right away! I like writing the build up and edging in my writing, if that is something that bothers you, this book probably isn't for you! - Because it is forced proximity, they are always together and it doesn't take a million years lol they just won't be together by the 5th chapter unlike other books.

Tropes:

Rancher!Harryxplussized!OC ??

Grumpyxsunshine 

dadrry/grandparry 👀 - Harry is only 28/29! You'll understand later lol

Forced Proximity 

She falls first x he falls harder

The most important for anyone who doesn't want to see the full cast, is our MC (Main Character)

Here is Delaney! Also known as "Lane/Laney" by close friends + family

Chapter One

Pls I need to know vamp!h reaction to a clingy yn djdjsj like maybe its bright and early in the morning and H trys to get out of bed and it wakes yn up and shes like “noo ‘m still sleepy” so hes like “its ok baby you can still sleep” and he goes down stairs to watch tv or somethin and a couple minutes later he sees yn coming down the stairs all wrapped up in his comforter n she just plops herself down in his lap and then if he tried to go to the bathroom or somethin shed be all”ok just hurry🥺”

it’s the way he’d open his arms on instinct when she appears at the edge of the couch, allowing her to fall into him and holding her close. and he’d make sure the blanket was wrapped tightly around her, because he knows she gets cold easily and his lack of warmth doesn’t help. 

“you’re a little clingy today, aren’t you?” he murmurs into her ear, smoothing a kiss over her temple as she settles into his chest.

“just tired.” she yawns halfway through her reply as if to illustrate her point. “and I don’t sleep well when you’re not there.”

and that would make harry so soft that he wouldn’t even think of moving for the next hour.

when one night only turns into two

hello folks, i have never written fanfiction and never used this blog! i guess i’m diving in headfirst LMAO!!! 

this is a lil blurb i thought of when y/n is a singer (not super big but for sure up and coming) and she covers kiwi at one of her shows and it goes viral and harry notices and decides to just SHOW UP at her show the balls on this guy!! anyways this is my first fic so please be kind! constructive criticism is always welcome 

“thank you for coming out tonight! your presence gives me the ability to do my job- i will always be grateful for each and every single one of you. drive safely and love one another, los angeles. thanks again for having me, you have been wonderful.” 

as you walked off the small stage at the house of blues your heart swelled with pride. this was your first show out of state, and from what the audience sounded like, you had crushed it. performing in LA had always been a dream of yours, but a daunting one, considering that their crowds were used to big names and powerful stage presences. you were intimidated by the city- yet you walked off their stage with an indescribable feeling of pride, adrenaline, and confidence. this was the start of something new and you could feel it.  

feeling someone’s eyes on you, you made a sharp turn and ran into your tour manager, rosco. “hello! hey, hey, hey, that was amazing wasn’t it? the energy felt absolutely maddening! god, i could do that everyday for the rest of my life. what do you think? was it too much, did we do too many covers?” the words seemed to flow right out of you, even though you gave LA your all, it was still LA, and rosco had always been your best critic. he quickly responded to let you know it was as amazing as you’d originally thought, and that if this show was any indication, you would have plenty more shows in LA. 

what you didn’t expect, however, was the ruckus that one of the aforementioned covers would cause on twitter. you had always loved harry styles, and after taking quite some time to look into the legalities on the matter, decided to cover kiwi for the first time last night. logging into your account, you noticed the song title trending- and after clicking on it you were led to a video of your show, hair being shaken around you, throwing yourself around the stage with the heavy music, and the scene was completed with a boisterous crowd jumping around and singing every word along with you. a smile covered your face- this is your favorite part of performing, losing yourself entirely in the stage, and in this video you were doing just that. however excited you had become at the potential this showed for your career, you immediately had so many questions. why had this blown up so much? you covered four songs last night, why is this one such a big deal? after looking through the tag, chuckling at some memes, and being freaked out by some responses, you had found the tweet that made you lose your shit. the tweet itself wasn’t even the raunchiest you had found this morning, it simply stated: “@y/t/n: fuck my shit up, babe. literally, whatever you want to do to me, do it” with the linked video of you singing kiwi. however, one thing in particular stood out to you. the part that said “liked by harry styles”. 

you immediately dialed rosco, not only is he your tour manager, but basically your entire support system. a musicians life gets lonely, and he is the only one who has stuck by you throughout the entire tumultuous journey. 

“sweetheart! perfect timing, i actually was just about to call-”

“harrystylessawthekiwivideoandlikedatweetaboutitholyfuckingshit-” you started to ramble, your most prominent nervous trait, in the highest pitch rosco thought he had ever heard from you. 

“sweets, first of all, where was that pitch when we recorded the album? second, take a breath and tell me again, i can’t understand a damn thing you said”

you took a deep breath and told him of the tweets you saw, and when you told him about harry’s interaction he simply told you to chill out. he had favorited a tweet, and he may not have even been the one to do it. with an odd sting you realized he was correct, while it was exciting to have your idol recognize you, you could not overthink it: it was simply recognition for a job well done. 

“it seems as though the people you needed to impress are just as proud of you as i am, lovey, your ‘one night only’ in los angeles has been extended to two, you interested in doing it all over again tomorrow night?”

you must have looked like a goldfish in your kitchen, jaw slack and eyes wide open, you struggled to come to your senses. you had asked for the chance to prove yourself in a city known for music, and good music at that, and were apparently being gifted with a second chance. 

“oh! um, yes, of course, why wouldn’t i? holy shit, this is amazing, holy shit!” you began to squeal and run in circles around your house. whilst giggling with elation, the seriousness of this event hit you: two nights of rocking out with the liveliest crowd you have ever played for, in the city you’ve dreamt of doing this in for years. drops began to form in your eyes as you managed to spit out a quick thank you to rosco, who knew you would cry. he, quite frankly, did not want to hear your tears, so he hung up after telling you what to tweet. 

after logging on you realized you had gone from a respectable 10k followers to an overwhelming 30k, you almost squealed again, composing yourself enough to type, you wrote: 

@y/t/n: wow. in absolute awe of you la. thank you for supporting me, and thank you for letting me do what i do. and thanks to you all, i have been gifted another night here (-: night two at the hob! tickets on sale at 6pm california time, come see me tomorrow night, peeps! i’ll be sure to make it worth your while <3 

with the click of your fingers and the ping of your phone, the announcement had been sent, and the stage had been sent. the pressure was on, and you had never felt more in your element. 

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everything that could have gone wrong on the morning of your fateful second show, had. you had woken up late (something minor, but was an omen for your bad day), gotten a flat tire, been hit on by the man sent to fix said flat tire, and had been late to soundcheck. after arriving at soundcheck you had found that everything was wrong, the stage wasn’t set up correctly, the duct-taped x’s from the previous show had been removed, and you had to all but start from the beginning. 

you had planned to change things up from your previous gig, but had no time to practice the changes. you spoke to your band and hoped that was enough, you drank some coffee, did some jumping jacks, warmed up your vocals, and put on your game face. this is your second show in LA, and you weren’t going to let anything ruin it; hearing the sounds of a sold out bar in front of you, feeling your heart began to flutter in your chest, and knowing that in a few minutes you would be putting on the best show of your goddamn life had set you up well. you were ready. with your shoulders back and head up high, you walked onto stage and, unknowingly, commanded the attention of the room. 

about twenty minutes into your set you decided to take a quick breather. taking a long sip of water and leaning into the microphone, you decided to do a quick little check in, “hey folks, hows everyone doing out there?” your southern drawl had just slipped in towards the end, and you felt so at ease on stage that you hadn’t even noticed. someone else did notice. 

harry styles had decided to surprise you at your show, he had favorited that tweet because he agreed- you could do whatever you wanted to him, but he would rather do whatever you wanted to you. he had his signature smirk on as he stood backstage, listening to rosco ramble about how surprized you would be when you realized he had come, and how much you adored his album. as you continued to banter back in forth with the sold out bar, harry had taken note of how peaceful you looked. you stood proudly on stage, with messy hair, and a sick body you looked comfortable; the stage had seemed like your home. 

luckily, you hadn’t noticed harry the entire show, hadn’t even noticed how his eyes hadn’t left your body while you passionately belted out every word to his song, completely losing yourself in the melody, and delivering another breathtaking performance. he watched you take your final bow, and heard your last expression of gratitude, before watching you run off stage and into the arms of your tour manager. harry quickly noticed the tears in your eyes and the smile so large that it looked painful, he heard your rambling and the joy in your voice, it had reminded him of when this was all new, when nothing was guaranteed, and the only thing keeping him in this trying industry was the feeling you were experiencing right now. 

his moment of nostalgia passed as you had unraveled yourself from rosco’s arms and did a double take. harry styles was standing in front of you. you heard a deep chuckle coming from him, likely due to your wide eyes and gaping mouth, he heard a quiet “no fucking way” come from you, and decided he had waited long enough. as cocky as usual, he rasped out, “hello love, your show was amazing. it’s a pleasure to meet you, i’m harry, as i think you may know” he didn’t bother waiting for a response from the gobsmacked young woman before continuing, “y’know, i’ve seen plenty of covers of kiwi, but none have been as genuine as yours. you captured the song for what it is, you blew it away, blew me away in fact, so i knew i had to come out and see ya tonight.” his accent grew thicker as he became more bemused with your state of shock.

your breath eventually caught up to you as you nervously chuckled, “holy shit, thank you so much. you have no idea how much that means coming from you. thank you for coming out, oh my god, i have so much to say to you but nothing is coming to mind other than thank you, so thank you, again” 

“of course, darling, i loved it. i’ll be sure to pass along my number so whatever comes to mind can be said. unfortunately, i have to run, but i’ll be seeing you around kiddo, keep up the good work” harry said with a sly wink, leaving you flushed at the pet name, and yearning for more time with him. while you let out a soft thank you and goodnight, you began to think of what the future held for you. praise from harry styles was not to be taken lightly, and his impromptu visit had only fanned the flame in your soul, his visit meant you were doing something right, and this had been the fuel you needed to continue putting in long hours at the studio, and spending evenings alone, writing in your shitty and overpriced apartment.  

while you had been thinking of what this visit meant for your career. harry had thoughts of you headlining arenas swimming around in his head. as he walked away he thought of you; thought of how immensely talented you were, how charismatic you were, and how far you had to go. he also thought of your grace, the presence you carried as you pranced around on stage, and the charming beauty that you seemed unaware of. harry styles knew you were talented, but he also knew you were breathtaking, and he could see absolutely nothing stopping you. 

as he walked away and you listened to rosco’s compliments, you allowed your own mind to wander. maybe, just maybe, things were going to look up for you. and you couldn’t help but sigh happily at the thought. 

A/N: hello peeps! sorry this was super long hmm i’m torn between cutting it or not, because not much harry but also the buildup is important to me, please let me know what you prefer! constructive criticism is ALWAYS welcome and apprecited! thanks for reading this far if you did, you mean the world to me! let me know if y’all would want a part two (-:

Neighbour - H.S

~something I wrote early 2018, WARNING: major cringe and boring/basic writing.. but heyho.~

Saturday morning was the time to clean, spring clean. It was early April and the sun was just managing to slide through the blinds that covered the window panes, dancing with the dust in the air.

In a loose grey tee, ripped blue jeans, fuzzy pink socks, lack of makeup, and a messy bun, you danced across the marble kitchen floor with a broom and your favourite album playing loudly from your speakers. "Just girls.. breaking hearts!!" You mouthed into the pole of the broom, pulling an aggressive singing face. Thank god no one could see, the perks of living alone.

You heard the sharp thumping sound of someone rattling your knocker on the front door. Panicking, you frantically turned down the music so it was playing softly, propped the broom against the painted walls and scuttled towards the front door. You dusted off your jeans before unlocking the latch and opening the door to meet the bright spring sun, a few fluffy clouds and your ridiculously handsome neighbour.

“"Hey, I moved next door like two weeks ago.." he started, smiling with hands in his back pockets. "-harry, is it?" You cut him off with a grin of your own, looking down from him because the house was two steps up. "Erm yeah. Um.. I was wondering if you had an egg..?" Harry asked quite nervously, tilting his head ever so slightly. You scoffed in amusement, "an egg? Do you mind me asking for what?"

"I'm trying to make pancakes but I have no eggs... is it okay?" He asked, eyes glistening with hope from under you - you swear your heart skipped a beat. "Uh-yeah, sure. Follow me." You told him nodding quite confidently. You stepped back to head towards the kitchen again, you heard Harry close the door behind him and the sound of his Vans pad quite obnoxiously against the marble.

"Nice house.." he said under his breath, scanning the small chandelier in the kitchen. The house was old.. you kept it quite vintage with a touch of modern, everyone who stepped foot inside always complimented your decorating.

"Thank you." You mumbled, "so erm an egg.." you giggled, grabbing an egg from its box and placing it into his cupped hands. They were incredibly warm and soft.. ugh, you knew your heart was fluttering. "Thank you, neighbour." Harry winked, in a deep rough voice. "No bother at all, I'm here if you need my help at any point." You assured him, following behind him as he lead himself out of the house. You were about to watch him leave until he turned on one foot, at the bottom of your path.

“"Erm, Y/N..?" Harry's voice broke out. You squinted and tilted your head in confusion, hand resting on the door. "Yea?"

"Ermmm.. I don't quite know how to make pancakes..." he murmured quietly but loud enough to let you hear. Harry rested against the brown picket fence as you chuckled at how adorable he looked. What grown man didn't know how to make pancakes?

"Do you want me to help you?" You chuckled, slipping some of your own worn out trainers over your bed socks. "Please." He laughed back, practically begging though. "If I have to." You joked, hopping out of your home and locking the door behind you.

Blurb

I need someone to write about harry being a griffindor and y/n are a slitheryn and harry is so harry he falls in love with you and you have the most embarrasing crush on him but are afraid about losing your friends because they don’t like him

THE WITCH HARRYBLURB CAME BACK IT WAS S O GOOD IM FUCJDFIG SHOOK

:D

Second Chances

.... The first thing he notices is that her eyes don't shine like they used to. It's taken so much courage, so much convincing, to go up and say hello, but the look on her face shows she's even more hurt than he expected. "Can I sit?" She nods, shutting her laptop and shoving some papers aside. Now that he's sitting across from her, he doesn't know what to say. There's so much he wants her to know, but there seems to be no good place to start. Does he apologize? Beg her to forgive him? Or just settle for small talk and hope something comes out of it? "How've you been?" He asks, the words coming out strained as he rubs his hands together nervously. He's frustrated because that's not at all what he wants to say- he wants to blurt out how much he loves her- but he can't. "I've been alright, how about you?" It's a lie and he knows it. She's not alright, not at all. "I guess I've been okay." Lie. There's another awkward silence between them, and he's silently cursing himself for letting it get this way. If he hadn't left her, they could be so much happier together. Hell, they could've even been married by now. He's searching his brain for something to say, because now doesn't quite feel like the right time for an apology. He desperately wants to know what he's missed in her life in the six months since he'd gone. "So.. What were you working on before? Still planning that family reunion?" His guess is as good as any, but he just wants to show her that he remembers. Every little detail about her has been engraved in his memory and he wants to make sure she doesn't think he's forgotten anything. "No, that happened quite a while ago, actually. I'm working at that design firm now." Something clicked in his mind. Of course, the design firm. She'd been applying only weeks before they broke up, and she was so sure she wouldn't get the job. He knew she would, of course, but unfortunately he hadn't been around to celebrate with her when he was proven right. Now, he couldn't be more proud of her. "Congratulations. I'm proud of you, love." As soon as the words leave his mouth, her eyes cast down and he realizes that now, this is weird to her. He's become a stranger. He regrets leaving more than ever, but this has only made it worse. He can't even express his pride in someone he loves without making it awkward and strained. "I still love you." This gets her attention, and he sees her eyes widen as she shakes her head. "No. No, don't say that. You don't." He sighs, his eyes closing in frustration as he tries to form any string of words that will make her believe him. "Sorry, I need to get going." He sits there until he hears the bell signaling that she's left, and he knows he can't do this again. He can't make another bad decision when it comes to her; he can't let her walk away if there's anything he can do about it. So he's on his feet, finding her immediately on the city streets in front of him. "Wait! Y/n, please!" Hesitantly, she turns around. "Just hear me out. I'm sorry, let me explain. Please." "I can't, Harry! I'm not gonna let you hurt me again! Don't you understand what you put me through when you left like that?" As weird as it is, he's glad that she's shouting at him. Something tells him that this was something she'd been holding in for far too long, and it was something he needs to hear. He deserves it. "Tell me, baby. Tell me what I did so I can make it up to you." "Don't call me baby! You don't get to that! You can't just leave and put me through hell and then come back like nothing happened!" There are tears running down her cheeks now, and that's what almost makes him lose it. He wants so badly to reach out and wipe her tears, and pull her into the warmest hug he could provide, but it isn't his place anymore. "Please. Let's go somewhere, let's really talk. If you don't ever want to see me again after that, then... I guess I understand." She's wiping desperately under her eyes, clearing up the little smudges of black that had run down her cheeks from her mascara. "Fine." He smiles a little, relieved that he at least has a chance. "Great. Pizza?" .... He takes her to a little pizza parlor, one they're both very familiar with as it was their favorite place to go when they were dating. He waits until they're settled in their booth and decided on their orders before he talks. "I really need you to listen to me. I'm sorry and... What I did was wrong." She nods, urging him to continue. "I didn't want to leave you. And I know you think that's a dumb thing for me to say, but it's true. It's the biggest regret I have- I think I regretted it before I even stepped out the door." "Then why'd you do it? It was your decision." He takes a deep breath, nodding. He deserves this. After what he's done to her, he deserves worse. "I was scared." He can tell by the expression on her face that she doesn't understand him. And he doesn't blame her, he doesn't understand himself either. "Were you scared of... Of me?" He shakes his head wildly, the curls on top of his head bouncing a little as he dismisses her idea completely. "God, no. It was the opposite, really." She knows he's not done talking, because he's doing the thing he does when he's trying to find the words to continue. The concentrated look in his eyes, and his fingers pinching his bottom lip. She knows this explanation means a lot to him. "I let my guard down, and... You didn't hurt me. You didn't let me go or break my heart. And I just knew it was coming, because our lives were going in such different directions and I thought that was how it would end. I didn't want to lose control, I didn't want to let someone break my heart, because this time would hurt so much worse than the others. Because I love you." She stares down at the table, unsure of how to respond. It would be so easy to take him back, because she was so happy back then and honestly, she hasn't been the same since. "How... How do I know you're telling the truth?" He pauses a moment, contemplating what he could possibly say to make her believe him. "You know I.. I haven't been out with another girl since. Because I couldn't see how I'd ever move on from you." Slowly nodding, she raises her eyes up to meet his. He's being honest; she knows him better then anyone and she can tell. She can also feel the slight jiggle of the table caused by his leg bouncing up and down, and it's killing her just a little when she realizes how nervous he is. It shouldn't be this way. He shouldn't be wondering if he'd talk to her again after this afternoon, and she shouldn't have to see the reason for her heartbreak every time she makes eye contact with him. She knows what she needs to do, but she's almost afraid to open herself back up to him. But, how could she justify walking away when she wants him more than ever? When it's clear he regrets his decisions, and she's ready to forgive him? He's watching her closely, wishing more than anything he could get inside her head. He admired her mind; how it seemed like she could think and think about anything and come up with so many different angles and ideas he never would've thought of. But now, he just wants her to make up her mind so he knows whether or not he'll be crying himself to sleep tonight. She looks up, finally cracking a smile when she catches sight of his worried stare. "Everyone deserves second chances." He takes a shaky breath, hope filling his body again as he nods hesitantly. "So does that mean... Can we just pick up where we left off?" "Yeah, yeah we can." She's grinning from ear to ear, despite her previous worries. It's crazy how only a split second of being back together with him has made her mood completely turn around. He slowly reaches across the table, offering his hand for her to take. She smiles at him before slowly slipping her hand in his, shocks radiating through her entire body as they touch for the first time in too long. "I love you, baby. I never stopped." She bites her lip, blushing slightly while her heart flutters with emotion. "I never stopped either. I love you too, Harry."

Ahh,short imagine where harry has to take care of you because you went out with him and got drunk (like worse than him) then you're ill in the morning, so he has to take care of you again, if that's okay x x

He’s never seen you like this before. Usually it was always him getting drunk so bad he could barely walk but this time it was your turn to stumble. You did it purposefully though. You were so tired of having to take care of harry we you would go out and you just wanted to let loose and have fun for once, so, you started downing those shots before he could even get his hands on one. You were one your 4th and he barely just had his first. He realized what you were doing pretty fast though, and thank god for that because who knew what would have happened if you both got wasted. Harry drank enough just to get a little tipsy but you, you were slurring your words like crazy. Leaning to one side with another shot in the opposite hand raised up to keep yourself balanced. He was always there to catch you when you started to sway to much though. 

In the morning you felt awful. Your head was throbbing and the mere sunlight was enough to send a shooting pain through your head. However, Harry has never felt better. You could smell food coming from the kitchen but you felt way to bad to get out of bed. Harry later came in with a tray of food and placed in your lap. “Eat up,” he’d say as you looked at him with squinted eyes. “How do you have so much energy?” you said, your voice a little disgruntled from last night. “I don’t know,” he said taking a seat next to you on the bed and grabbing a piece of toast from the plate, ‘but i like it, I think from now on you’ll do the heavy drinking and I’ll just stand back and watch,” his smirk let you know that you did something utterly stupid last night. You panic wondering how stupid you looked or what you could’ve of done. “do i wanna know?” you said closing your eyes trying to get your headache to go away. Harry just shook his head giving you a cheeky smile as he finished off his toast. He got up and kissed your forehead, “eat up, i”ll go get you some asprin,” I guess the massive headache was worth being served breakfast in bed every once in a while…

Can I have a blurb where Harry's just got back off tour and we have a cute day in together please x

Arriving the night before and being really tired from touring, Harry sleeps in until you wake him around noon, bringing him some of his favourite breakfast. And while eating he’s dying to tell you everything about the tour - everything he’s already told you on the phone, but oh well. He’d tell enthusiasticly about that one time when he slipped on stage and almost fell off - but reassuring you that it really didn’t hurt that much - and tell you all about the things that happened on the tour bus: the series they watched, the jokes they told each other to make the time go at least a little bit faster. And you both end up lying on your bed all day, putting in a movie which you know none of you will watch, and you just cuddle and tell each other stories, just catching up a bit more, because those skype calls were always too short. And halfway through the day, Harry'd fall asleep on your shoulder, happy to be back.

Could you please make a part 2 to the Harry Potter Drabble you made? I just feel like there should be a part 2 where they end up together or Draco and reader end up together?

yule ball pt. 2

h. potter x f!reader

summary: part 2 to this drabble. in which you and harry have always been complicated.

words: 1.1k

warnings: angst, fluff, pining, violence, asshole!draco, anyhouse!reader, platonic!ron x reader and platonic!hermione x reader fluff, minors dni, not edited!

as per your request, babes. ps in this universe the yule ball is every year instead of every five. also this yule ball looks nothing like the movies. its warm, cozy, and romantic in this bitch. love, your humble writing servant. <3

it was all so clear to you now. harry couldn't expect you to know he liked you, after all, he'd never said it outright. but at the same time, you were sympethetic to his feelings. he was probably so nervous to say anything on the off chance that you didn't feel the same way, and come to find out you were going with his enemy instead. you had to admit, looking at it now...it was a low blow. you tried to talk to him during the entire week leading up to the ball, but he wouldn't give you the time of day. even hermione came around before he did, and he could hold a grudge like a hippogriff.

unbeknownst to draco, you'd opted to go as a group with ron and hermione after hearing harry wasn't going at all. you'd felt so terrible about the entire thing that you cried the entire time while trying to get ready. however, when hermione joined you in your dorm the exact minute she said she would and convinced you that you should try and have a nice evening despite everything. dressing up nicely did make you feel slightly better, but there was always a deep sadness behind your smile. you were entirely incapable of bantering with your friends before the majority of the students arrived, trapped in your anxious thoughts. pulling you out of your trance, ron nudged you with his elbow.

"hey." he smiled lightly at you as you stood together near the wall of the ballroom. you mirrored his expression, grateful for your two friends. "try to have a good night, yeah?" you nodded to him.

"someone's probably already spiked the pumpkin juice. that's step one." he gestured to the other corner of the room, chuckling. you and hermione joined him as you looked over at the crowd around the snack table.

"oh, alright. do you guys want one as well?"

"i'll pass," hermione rejected, holding her hand up with disgust.

"are you kidding? did you really just ask me that?" ron joked, looking offended. you rolled your eyes and ignored him, turning on your heel to start towards the bewitched punch bowl. there was a ladle floating in and out of the pumpkin juice and serving students when they brought an empty cup up to it. you filled two goblets with ice and watched excitedly as the ladle poured a generous amount of the fizzing liquor into each cup. then, just as quickly as your night had turned for the better, it came to a crashing halt as you felt unwanted hands gripping your hips from behind. you quickly spun around, your face screwed up with anger.

"get off!" draco mirrored your expression upon seeing your reaction.

"what's your problem?" you rolled your eyes again, this time with an entirely different tone.

"as if i'd actually want to go with you, draco. you knew i was upset about harry and you were trying to take advantage of me." your face was starting to get hot and you hoped you weren't turning red. harry could see from the other side of the room that your fears were true, however. he was trying to decipher the situation while out of earshot of what you were saying. he stood next to ron and hermione, doing the very same thing.

"oh come on, y/n." you scowled down at his hands as you watched them find your waist again. "you said yes to me. you know you would have such a good time with me." with the two drinks in your hands, you were unable to remove his hands, so you tried to step away, but his grip was firm. his eyes looked like a snake's, eyeing it's prey before it attacks and sinking its venom into the veins. you were sure that on the outside you looked terrified, trying to writhe away from his hands.

but before you had to chance to start screaming at him, he was on the floor and harry was standing over him, looking at his now scuffed knuckles. draco whined beneath him, holding his poor face in his hands.

"harry!" was all you could say. before you knew it, a crowd had formed around the three of you, and professor mcgonnagal was parting the sea of students to assess the situation. she took one look at you, then at harry, then at draco.

"potter, to your dorm. now. you too, y/l/n. draco, come with me." she dragged the boy to his feet and led him away, scolding him under her breath.

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back at the common room, you offered to clean harry's hand for him. he accepted hesitantly, sitting on the couch quietly as you fetched your first aid kit. when you came back a few moments later he was staring off into space, looking dejected. you sat down next to him and he shifted his gaze to your hands as you tended to his.

"you shouldn't have done that," you admitted quietly. he didn't respond. "but thank you." you added, a small smile appearing on both of your faces. you finished off the bandage with some tape and brought his hand up to your mouth, kissing the bandage. he finally allowed himself to make eye contact with you as you did this, swallowing hard. it was silent for a moment as you brought your hands down to your lap and held his there for a moment.

"i'm--"

"i'm sorry--" the two of you chuckled, feeling relieved and a little silly for being so angry before.

"i really wanted to go with you," harry admitted. you nodded.

"i did too. i shouldn't have said yes to draco. i was just--"

"you were upset, i know. i see that now." you let out a deep sigh, feeling more heard than ever from him. you were finally clicking after being on different pages for so many complicated months.

"but it was wrong. and i'm sorry." his other hand joined yours between the two of you and held on tightly.

"i should've been honest with you a long time ago. i've waisted so much of your time, our time..." you could suddenly feel how close you were to harry in that moment, your faces just inches apart, and your hands still intertwined. it was getting hard to breathe.

"i should've done this a long time ago." he freed a hand from your grasp to brush the stray hairs out of your face and palm your cheek as he closed the gap, locking your lips in a heated exchange. his hand slid back to grip your hair, deepening the kiss.

for once in your life, everything made sense. kissing him, touching him and feeling him touch you felt so right.

for once in your life, you and harry weren't complicated. both of you knew exactly how the other felt and had no problem showing it.

reblog if you made it to the end!

Harry and a shy and quiet bookworm? How would that go? Where'd they meet?

I don’t think it’d be very different from any of the other boys’ relationships, you know? Maybe you wouldn’t go out together as much as the others, and maybe there would be no Twitter banter or rumors flying all around, but it wouldn’t change anything. You’d still be seen out sometimes, on an old bookstore, or one of Harry’s favorite vintage stores in London, and people would still talk about how fake, or how cute you are together. And as of your relationship, it would be as normal as it could get. You wouldn’t keep Harry from going out and partying, and he wouldn’t complain if you just wanted a nice, quiet night in with a book and some tea. And sometimes, when he’s touring and he misses you he’d just make a visit to a small, quainty bookstore, and browse through all the books he’d seen around lying on your flat. And maybe he’d find one that looks interestiong, and he’d buy it and keep it, just to give it to you once you see each other again. I don’t think there would be a lot of media around your relationship, you know? You wouldn’t really go to many of his shows, and you wouldn’t tweet about outfits or stores or going out, and there would be no papparazzi pictures of you drunk, because as Harry is also a pretty chilled out guy, he wouldn’t pressure you into doing any of those things. And you’d fit together like little puzzle pieces, because even if you were shy and quiet and he was a popstar, you were each other’s half.

Hello yes I am very H word right now so what chapter would you suggest I reread??

ooh four and five will definitely help with h word and if you wan a lil bit of ~teasing~ i’d suggest six and seven!!!! and just as an extra touch here is a lil snippet from part 9 because i’m feeling nice <3

“Well, then we have a bit of a problem, don’t we?  Because you can’t cum, Y/N.  I think I’ve made that quite clear.” Harry drops the gentle act as he recrosses his arms, his rings glinting in the low light as he begins to examine the coal-coloured lacquer on his nails. “S’a little disappointing that you can’t get control of yourself for me.  Pathetic, actually, that all it takes is a bit of buzzing from a toy to turn you into a whining mess.”

Thrashing around on the bed sheets, Y/N yanks on the cuffs wrapped around her wrists, and although there’s a throbbing beginning to develop in the joints, it does little to draw her attention from the coil that’s about to snap inside her core. “Please, sir, just— I’m begging, please—”

“And I don’t care.” Harry flicks his eyes from his nails to the bed, biting back the satisfied look that’s threatening to take over the glare on his face. “You don’t have permission to cum, plain and simple.  So either shut up and hold your orgasm off like the good girl I know you can be, or I’ll make you regret it.  What’s it going to be?”

After y/n finds out Harry is a a vamp do you think he’d still lay in bed with her while she sleeps??🥺

yeah 🥺 the way i see it going is y/n settling down in bed and asking harry what he plans on doing while she’s asleep and he’s like “what do you mean, lovie?”

“like...you don’t sleep, so...you’ve got approximately eight hours to kill before i’m awake again. what are you going to do? watch a movie? go for a run? hang out with mitch?”

and then harry gets quiet and glances down at the change of clothes he’d brought for the night and shrugs lightly. “well, i usually just...i just lay here with you.”

“you do?”

“yeah. and it’s nice. i like cuddling.” he says it with a shy smile on his face, one of his dimples winking at her, and her heart melts.

“me too, baby.” y/n opens her arms for harry, letting him lay down on her chest with his head pressed over her heart to hear the steady beat. “goodnight.”

“g’night.”

HE WOULD GO OVER JUST FOR A CUDDLE?!?!🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺how do you think that y/n would ask him to bchbcx like I feel like she’d be kinda shy about it and 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

i feel like she’d be a lil baby about it 🥺 like she’d text harry and just send emojis like “🥺🥱😴👫👩‍❤️‍👨” and he would be the little shit who calls her and is like “y’know i’m an old man, lovie. what exactly is that supposed to mean?” and she’d be all pouty and he can hear how tired she is and he feels a tiny bit bad for being annoying and he’d be just about to apologize when she says “can you come over for a cuddle?” really quietly 🥺🤧 and harry is a SIMP so he’d drop everything and go 🥺🤧

Oh my gooooddd I need more for this bad boy Harry/queen bee wowowow like do they just fuck? Do they get together? How does that unfold? I havE sO mAnY qUeStIoNs😩

it’s been so long since i wrote the original blurb but if yall remember it then. this takes place later that night.

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“Going somewhere?”

When you glance back over your shoulder at Harry, there’s an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth. He’s playing with the lighter as he raises an eyebrow at you, watching as you pull your top back over your head.

You nod, tying your top before searching for your pants. “Yeah. I’m going back down to the party.”

Harry chuckles, flicking his lighter open and sparking it. “We just finished fucking, and you already want to leave?”

You watch as he exhales smoke, but only for a moment. The last thing you want to do is focus on him in bed, covered by only a sheet. “Yeah. I do. My friends are--”

“They’re not looking for you.” Harry says simply. “We’ve been gone for hours. If they were really concerned, they would’ve come up here by now.”

You know he’s right, but you hate him for saying it. “Whatever, Harry.”

“So what’s the rush, then?” He puffs on his cigarette again, his eyes following your legs as you step into your pants. “Stay a while.”

“Why?” You snort as you button your pants and turn to the mirror on the guest bedroom wall to fix your hair. 

“Oh, I don’t know...” Harry shrugs a bit. “Maybe because we just fucked, and it’s usually common courtesy to stay for at least ten minutes after?”

“It doesn’t matter, Harry.” You answer with a roll of your eyes. “It’s not like it meant anything.”

“I’m well aware, princess.” Harry taps the ash of his cigarette into his beer cup. “But I’d like to think I’m not so repulsive that you have to run off right away.”

In the reflection of the mirror, you take a look at him. As much as you dislike his personality, his physical appearance was far from repulsive. Tattoos litter his chest and arms, along with new marks from your fingernails and teeth. His whole body is covered in a light sheen of sweat. His lips are red, his eyes are a clear green, and his hair looks like someone spent the last hour pulling on it. Which, to be fair, you had.

“You know what this is, Harry.” You turn your eyes away from his reflection. “It’s just sex, and even that shouldn’t have happened. So excuse me if I don’t feel like cuddling.”

“’S a shame. The cuddling is fun.” Harry shrugs again as he takes one last puff of his cigarette. 

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you. “What, you’re a fan of cuddling?”

“I am. But you’re right.” He drops the cigarette into his beer cup and stands up, not bothering to cover himself with anything. “We’re just fucking. You probably couldn’t stand a cuddle, anyways. You don’t know how to be vulnerable with someone.”

“Right, because you’re so vulnerable.” You toss his leather jacket to him. “Have a bit of pride, yeah? Cover yourself.”

“You’ve already seen it.” Still, he slips the jacket over his bare chest before picking his boxers up from the floor. 

You pick up your phone, but pause before leaving. “You know this isn’t happening again.”

Harry smirks. “Like it wasn’t going to happen again last time?”

“I mean it.”

“Alright, princess.”

“I’m serious!”

“It’s just sex. I’m good at it. You’re good at it. It’s not a big deal.” Harry pulls his pants on. “We’re not together. What’s wrong with having a bit of fun? It’s not a problem.”

“No, it is a problem. The problem--” You walk back over to him as he fixes his hair, an annoyed look on your face. “The problem is that I don’t like you, Harry. I think you’re an ass. So this, whatever this is, is not happening again. Do you understand?”

Harry licks his lips as he looks down at you. Then he grasps your chin between his thumb and forefinger, and quickly pecks your lips before pulling back with a grin. “Alright. It’s done.”

“Good.” You step back from him. “We’re done.”

But when you slam the door behind you, you both know you’re lying.