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THE ONE
Summary: Three years later, Harry sees you again.
Pairings: Harry Styles x fem!Reader (exs)
Word Count: 3.7kish
Warnings: None. Maybe ambiguous ending?
A/N: Here’s the final part for my power mini series. 🥺 I was honestly debating on how I should end this one. I was going to go a different route for this ending, but I just couldn’t see the reader doing that. I hope you all enjoy. Thank you for taking this journey with me. 🫶🏻 Song inspo: “The 1” by Taylor Swift.
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Harry always wondered why he let himself make the choices he had made all those years ago.
He tells himself he was weak. He was too young to know any better. But in all honesty, he was an idiot. He was too dumb to see what he had right in front of him.
And it’s a mistake he has been paying for since the day it happened.
He had made a mistake the minute he had let Olivia kiss him.
He often wonders what was going through his mind when he allowed himself to let her lips touch his. He remembers being hesitant, but he also remembers not pulling away.
It wasn't because he was infatuated with her. She didn’t have anything he wanted or needed. He was a millionaire already. A household name. And his celebrity status was only growing by day.
He didn’t need more fame. He was good with his money. He didn’t need Olivia’s name tied to his. He already had yours tied to his. A wonderful actress and a name most people already knew.
Not because of him. You were just known because you were that good.
It was lust.
Lust for another woman. Someone other than the love of his life.
Lust because of the way Olivia’s green eyes always followed his every move. The way she’d invite him to her trailer to help him rehearse when you weren’t on set and the sneaky touches she’d do to get his attention.
Harry tried to resist her. Did his best. But he fell weak to his sins and let her kiss him that one night.
And it was downhill from there.
He let his lust for Olivia cloud his judgement and he lost the love of his life because of it.
And now… five years later, he’s still with her. Trying to make it work, but not seeing a future with her. But not wanting to leave her because if he leaves her, everything that he did was for nothing.
All the pain he caused you was for nothing if Olivia and him break up. It’ll be a slap to the face.
And he doesn’t think he’s brave or strong enough for that.
Harry sighs as he twirls his iced vanilla latte in front of him.
He was sitting in an empty cafe, but a cafe that you love. Or used to love. He didn’t know anymore.
He was home in London for business, away from Olivia, and he needed to clear his mind. He felt lost within himself and wasn’t too sure what to do anymore.
He felt unfulfilled, distracted, and unhappy.
He was almost thirty-two years old and felt empty. His shoulders are sagging as he feels the weight of the world on them. He gulps down the dryness he feels as his thoughts seem to overtake him and proceeds to sip on his coffee.
He hears the door ring as someone walks into the small cafe. He lets his curiosity take over and peers up to look up at the stranger.
It was barely seven am and the cafe was nearly empty. He wondered who the other morning bird was. Or a night owl. Depending on the way you looked at it.
He stilled in his seat when he recognized who the stranger was.
It was you.
The last time he had seen you was three years ago at the Venice film festival where the night ended in a nightmare. He had spoken to you after that profusely apologizing for the events he caused, but you only listened to him to please him and told him to take care after his rant.
He stopped bothering you after that. He didn’t want to be that person in your life anymore. So he stopped. He knew he had to let you go and it killed him. But he wanted you to be happy.
But looking at you right now as you walked in, he still felt that feeling he hadn’t felt in years. He felt heat rush to his face as he watched you, his heart accelerating, and the smile that wanted to break out on his face making his lips twitch.
He watched you as you walked in, holding your nude colored scarf close to your face to keep the cold December chill away from your face, your cheeks flushed with the cold air either way, and your entire body was covered by a darker nude colored oversized coat.
You walked up to the counter, giving the barista your biggest warmest smile, throwing your hair back, and fetching your wallet from your bag.
Your hair fell down your back and it was the longest he’s ever seen you have it. He let his eyes follow your every movement and it’s as if you felt him watching you. Because once you paid, your eyes found him, eyes locking together, and your smile didn’t falter. Your eyebrows crinkled together as your expression was shocked as if you couldn’t believe he was really in the same cafe as you.
Harry wasn’t sure what to do. Should he stand up to greet you? Should he just wave and smile? Should he just look away and pretend he wasn’t just caught staring at you?
He didn’t have much time to weigh his options because you were walking towards him already. He watched you as you walked towards him. Walking tall with your shoulders straight, and filled with confidence. You were glowing.
He stood up quickly when you reached him.
“Harry!” You exclaimed as you surprisingly wrapped your arms around him, pulling his entire body down towards you, pressing your cheek against his as you hugged him tightly against you, and Harry almost melted in your arms. His senses are filled with warm scents of your favorite perfume.
Harry wrapped his arms around you and when you pulled away, he wished the hug hadn’t ended so soon. He was still in shock. He looks down at the woman he once called the love of his life and wonders if you are still the same person as before.
You hold onto his arms as you look him up and down, “I can’t believe you’re in London right now! In this cafe! Wow!” You exclaim with a big smile as you look at where he was sitting.
“Is this seat taken?” You ask as you gesture to the empty seat in front of him.
Harry snaps himself out of his daze, quickly shaking his head, and gesturing for you to sit down. You adjust yourself into the seat, placing your bag on the back of it, and tugging off your scarf.
Harry goes back to his seat, fumbling as he sits down, and watches you with a small smile.
“You look amazing,” Harry says to you and you smile at him.
“Thank you,” you say, fixing your coat around your body, and smiling at the barista who brings you your order.
You place the big chocolate croissant in the middle of the table, parting it in your hands, and start to eat. Harry doesn’t miss the pretty ring on your ring finger, but he doesn’t allow himself to focus too much on it. His heart was tightening slightly.
“You can have the other half,” you say casually as you chew your half. He hesitantly gets the other half, “Thank you,” he says as he munches on it. Thinking about what he should say. He doesn’t want it to be awkward, but he doesn’t want to say the wrong thing.
“How have you been?” You ask him, sipping on your iced drink.
Harry wipes his lips with a napkin, “I’ve been good. Needed to come to London for some business, but I’m heading back to LA at the end of the week.”
“How fun! I assume congratulations are in order for your latest win,” you say with a cheeky smile and Harry blushes at your comment as he picks at the skin around his fingers. He wonders how you know.
Do you keep tabs on him like he does on you?
“Yeah, yeah. Thank you,” Harry says shyly at your compliment, his entire body showing how flattered he was.
“Don’t be coy with me,” you tease, “It’s another wonderful accomplishment. You should be proud.”
Harry sits up straighter at your words, “I am. I am, thank you. How have you been? I saw your latest film. You did wonderful, as always.”
You play him off with a wave, “Oh shush.” You smile at him as you open your coat, opening it up to reveal your cream colored oversized sweater, and cross your legs under the table.
You take a second to look at his face, your heart races underneath your chest, and you see how different he looks from the last time you saw him.
His beautiful chocolate curly hair was long again, piled up on the top of his head in a messy bun, a couple loose curls fell down framing his face, and his dimples were caving into cheeks with his shy smiles he was giving you. You secretly wondered why he had decided to grow out his hair again, but you continued to sip on your drink as you watched him.
The conversation between you two flowed easily, almost never feeling awkward, and you both feel thankful for it.
Harry could see from behind you the people passing by, taking their photos of him and you, and the internal anger he felt because of it never left him. He always hated that people tried to get the best photo of him whenever it got leaked where he was. And now that he was here with you? For the first time since the break up, since the messy Venice film festival drama that neither of you commented on, and now you’re both enjoying a drink together. He wonders how much the highest bidder will get paid.
The conversation never leads to Olivia nor Sebastian. Harry knows you’re still with him, but as to only what he sees on social media. But he’s too much of a coward to ask you about it.
It isn’t until Harry opens his stupid mouth and word vomits all over you.
“I need to tell you something,” he abruptly exclaims, which makes your laughing stifle, and you nod at him to continue. Your hands clasping together on the top of the table to stop yourself from fidgeting.
“I want to tell you that.. seeing you right now, in front of me, makes me feel indescribable. I haven’t seen you in over three years and you’re still the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on.”
“Harry,” you start to say, eyes softening with sadness, and your lips frowning.
“I have to say this, please.” He begs you, you frown, and nod for him to continue.
“I want to thank you for loving me all those years ago,” he whispers, voice low, and almost as if he doesn’t believe he’s saying these words out loud.
“You loved me in a way that I have never been loved before. Never. Not by Camille, not by Kendall, not Taylor, and not even bloody Olivia. Okay?” His voice wavers and the way you’re looking at him right now makes his eyes swell up with tears. He takes a second to compose himself, pinching the bridge of his nose to keep his tears at bay, and he pushes away a couple strands of loose curls from his face.
“You loved me with purity and honesty. You-you loved me with such force and passion… that I’ve been searching for that feeling for years since I left you. Nothing—and I swear to you— nothing has been able to fill the void you left in me. And that’s my mistake. And mine only.”
His eyes are staring into yours, threatening tears in both eyes, and your nose is turning into that shade that shows him you want to cry. He silently curses because he doesn’t want to make you cry. But he knows this might be his only chance to tell you how he’s felt the past couple of years. Truthfully and honestly.
Harry reaches for your palm that’s laying on the table top, the oval ring resting on your ring finger like gold, hesitantly he grasps your hand gently in his, and you let him. A rush of warmth runs through both of your bodies, but you both don’t show it. You bite the inside of your cheek to try and keep your emotions at bay.
You furr your eyebrows down as you wait for him to speak again. You raise your eyes to meet his own once again. Beautiful green eyes rimmed red.
Harry takes in a shaky breath, letting himself try to relax as he tries to not melt at the way his body feels touching your skin again, and he tilts his head as he watches you.
Watches the woman that still looks at him with love in her eyes, the one that makes his heart skip a beat, the one who’s smile never fails to light up a room, the one who can make an entire crowd laugh until they cry, and who’s name is still engraved on his heart and soul.
Your eyelashes flutter as you give him a small nod. Waiting for him to continue.
“I made the biggest mistake of my life when I did what I did to you. I won’t recount all my wrongs, but you know them better than anyone else. I especially— especially regret,” he pauses slightly, “what I did to you at the after party of our movie.” He says the last part in a whisper. He’s ashamed of what he did. He felt ashamed for forcing himself on you that night. And ashamed for the lasting scars he made on you at that moment.
“I know you may never forgive me— shit, I wouldn’t forgive me. But—“ Harry’s cut off by your words, “I forgive you.”
Harry’s mouth parts open in shock at your words, his expression turns into sorrow, and he immediately looks down. He feels his tears covering his eyelashes as his lips tremble. Not fully believing the heart of gold of the woman in front of him.
He feels you squeeze his hand in yours and he looks up at you. Red rimmed eyes and pouty lips.
You look the same except your face is nothing but sincere. You nod at him with a smile.
“It has taken me a long time to fully understand the events that transpired that night. I couldn’t believe it had happened for so long. Many long nights I spent wondering where we had gone wrong. Many that I spent cursing Olivia’s name. Cursing your name. Cursing my own,” you let out a sigh, “But.. everything happens for a reason. And whatever may that reason be… it’s the reason why all the events between us happened. We may never truly understand why we made the decisions we did… I may never understand why you did what you did.. but it happened. And I can’t hold onto the past any longer. I held on for so long— so so long.”
Your eyes glisten as you watch Harry.
“We can sit here all day long. Staring at each other and wondering about all the what ifs. We can even talk about it. But it won’t change anything. It won’t change what happened or has happened since. It doesn’t change the fact that I’m a completely different person from when we were together. Just how I know you are. We’re not the same people we fell in love with.”
Harry can bet a million dollars that isn’t true. You’re the same woman he fell in love with. But he won’t say that.
He lets you continue, his thumb brushing against your warm skin as he used to also do.
“We can sit here and pretend that we weren’t madly in love not so long ago. So in love that we didn’t care what people said and we did so without shame.”
Harry closes his eyes as he tries to memorize your face in his mind before this ends.
Your soft voice continues, “I miss you.” Your voice almost cracks at the words, but compose yourself quickly. You clear your throat with a cough.
Harry’s eyes open in surprise, deep regret written all over his face, and he opens his mouth to speak. But you hold your hand up to stop him.
“I miss you in a way that I would miss an ex best friend. I miss our talks. I miss the way you never judged me. You never bullshitted me. You’d always tell me what you were thinking and I never had to second guess you. We were perfect together. But life happens. Mistakes were made and now…”
You lean forward, gripping his hand in yours tightly, and lean your face against your enclosed hands. He does the same, soft tears falling down his cheeks, and you can feel your own cheeks wet.
Harry feels as if he’s about to have a breakdown with the emotions he’s feeling right now. He feels overwhelmed.
“Now I’m happy. I’m finally happy again. And I can't— I can't let you back in. I can't even let you be my friend. Sebastian wouldn’t have it. Because,” you pause and hesitantly continue in a whisper, “a part of me will always be in love with you. And if you’re in my life… I will never get over you. It doesn’t matter how many years have passed.”
Harry cries at your words, his shoulder slumping down, and body shaking slightly with his tears.
“If you’re not happy with Olivia,” you start saying and Harry looks at you with surprise, “Leave her. You deserve to be happy. So insanely happy that you can’t even believe it.” You squeeze his hands in yours.
Harry nods at your words, knowing they’re true, eyes glistening, and your palm cups his cheek slightly.
His face instantly melts in your palm, “I want you to know that there will always be a piece of you in me.”
“Always,” you both say at the same time with a small smile.
“I don’t deserve your time right now,” Harry whispers, eyes soft with sadness.
“You deserve the world. We all make mistakes. Some are worse than others, but it happens.”
Harry nods at your words and he knows it’s time to say goodbye. Not knowing if it’s forever or not. But knowing it’s the right thing to do.
“I should let you go. Let you get back to him.”
You agree with a hum, gathering your belongings, and standing up as he does the same.
Harry is the first to pull you into a hug, wrapping his arms over your shoulders, holding you tightly against his body, and your arms wrap around his waist. Your head on his chest and Harry feels something against his waist. A small protruding belly.
Harry pulls away from the hug, looking down in confusion between your bodies, and sees for the first time your belly.
His jaw slacks down, mouth parting open in shock, and he wonders how he hadn’t noticed earlier.
He looks up at you with a confused face, “You’re…” He can’t even ask the question. The words he was going to ask were getting stuck in his throat.
You beam up at him, pretty eyes twinkling, “I am.”
“Wow,” he breathes out, heart breaking a little bit, and he can only smile.
“Congratulations, you must be so excited. I’m happy for you.”
“Thanks, B-Harry. I am,” you repeat with a smile and you reach up to kiss his cheek gently, his cheeks tint pink. Harry doesn’t catch the name you were about to call him.
“I’ll see you later,” you say, pinching his cheek slightly with a smile, and you both watch each other for a moment. Taking it in together. Both eyes taking in every inch of each other.
You walk away from him after squeezing his hand once more. Once you reach the cafe door, taking one final glance behind you, looking at Harry, and you smile at him. You wave your hand goodbye slowly and Harry waves back with a deep inhale to try to calm his nerves.
It kills him to see you walk away from him.
He watches you from the window. Watches your hand go to your lower belly on instinct. Carrying a child that isn’t his. Will never be his. And he knows you're happy.
He can see it in the way you walk, the way you’re dressed, and by simply the way you are carrying yourself right in front of him.
It’s the way he could see it when you were sitting in front of him mere minutes ago. With a smile on your face. The soft smile you had reserved for him. He didn’t know if that was still the case. But deep down, he wished it was.
He could see it in the way your cheeks blushed pink by his compliments, but that’s all it was to you. A compliment from a man. That’s all.
He wasn’t the love of your life anymore.
He was just the man you used to love. A man you used to be in love with. A man you used to picture your life with.
And it killed him inside that you were now living a life he wasn’t familiar with.
He didn’t know what your favorite color was anymore. Your favorite food. Your favorite movie. Your favorite memory. Your favorite snack. He didn't know any of that anymore.
It makes his soul ache in a deep part of his body. He feels his lips tremble slightly as he keeps his eyes on you. He knows he looks pathetic. With that sad look on his face as he watches the only person he’s ever truly loved walk away.
But…
There’s always a bigger piece in him that feels at peace knowing you’re happy.
That even though he didn’t end up being the man you married and had children with… that you were still living the life you both had planned once upon a time.
Even if it’s without each other.
Harry can only hope he is lucky enough to have the same ending one day.
He just wishes it was with you.
#harry styles x reader#harry styles x y/n#harry styles x you#harry styles x fem!reader#harry styles fanfiction#harry styles#harry styles writing#harry styles au#harry styles angst#harry styles fan fic#powerau#exs#harry edward styles
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Okay, so... Power AU.
How this all came about was due to both a. me wanting to actually make and write a Firstfriendshipping AU because I want to write about two lovely boys being wholesome and sweet together and b. Me replaying Platinum and getting to the Canalave Library with the Sinnoh lore gave me the idea.
So pretty much, as a side affect of humans evolving from Pokemon, most humans have a singular power based around either a Pokemon move or an ability a Pokemon has in regards to their power or appearance. For example, Koharu/Chloe can use her hair as an extra limb (an idea I’ve had for a while) just like her mother does. A child is either born with their ability, if it is genetically integrated with their appearance like extra limbs to wing etc, or they grow into it over time. Normally all kids have their powers before they turn ten. When it comes to inheriting abilities, kids can expect to get one from either their parents (most likely to happen) or their grandparents, so 4 potential abilities to be born with. Abilities can also mutate from generation to generation. Some mutations make these abilities much stronger whilst other mutations can “change the type” of that ability. For example, someone able to breathe out fire (i.e. Flamethrower) could have a kid who is able to breathe out water (i.e. Hydro Pump/Water Gun). It’s not the exact same ability due to the mutation, but it still comes from the parent in design.
Goh is one of the few born without an ability, a different form of mutation where instead of getting a parent or grandparent ability, there is none at all. Because of that he had to deal with a lot of bullying and discrimination growing up. With Chloe as his only friend, Goh relied as research and knowledge as his only escape. His dream to catch Mew after the summer camp was also a way he planned to show he could be strong without a power. He began skipping school to research Pokemon, mostly to get away from the toxic environment and with Goh’s parents always working, he was able to get away with it - with his grandma’s support/help. Thanks to the fateful encounter on Lugia, Goh was able to get away from the school minus coming in to prove his grades aren’t slipping otherwise he’ll be dragged back in there.
Ash, on the other hand, is one of the few with a mutated ability, his coming from Delia’s own Growth power where she can make plants, vegetables and berries grow faster which is perfect for her in regards to running her restaurant. Normally, more powerful abilities are revered and those who own them placed on pedestals. Well, not when you can control the power of nature. Throughout his childhood, the citizens of Pallet referred to Ash as a freak and a potential monster because of the mutation which is why when Ash does leave on a journey, he never uses his ability. He doesn’t want others to see him as a monster, and thus relies and believes in the strength of his Pokemon above all else. Its a secret he keeps because a. he has no use for an ability whilst raising Pokemon and b. he’s terrified of everyone finding out and acting like his hometown did.
This leads into the Journey series where the two meet and form a strong friendship, with Goh realising Ash isn’t like his peers at school. Ash thinks Goh is incredibly strong for making it through school and still following his dream whilst shooting down any objections against it. Ash supports Goh’s dream but doesn’t interfere in it because that is Goh’s dream specifically. It’s the same vice versa. Whilst Goh can help with training, he can’t interfere with Ash’s dream of beating Leon or becoming World Champion (Because World Monarch is an extremely stupid idea because yes, we know, Galar is Scotland, Wales and England as a region and the World Monarch is the Galar Champion but the rest of the world is participating as well. Dub, I love you - minus the music - but sometimes you can be so infuriating). They can support and help each other along the way, but in the end its their dream and they are the ones who need to work towards that. This understanding of each other reflects more than just their approach to their goals which makes them fast friends and, tbh, closer together as a duo which leads to the start of their crushes for each other.
Goh finding out the truth behind Ash’s ability comes when he offhandedly mentions that Gracedia flowers are his favourite because of their symbolism. After coming back from a write-up of one of their adventures, Goh finds a bouquet of Gracedia flowers on his bed. Not wanting to confront Ash outright, he starts investigating to find out Ash’s ability, cos no one has ever seen it. Chloe admits he has one as it has to be stated that he has one on his employment papers as a research fellow, however she doesn’t know what it is either. Goh only finds out what it is when Ash uses it to stop an old set of bullies from hurting him. Ash admits everything to Goh, his past and why he hides his power, only for Goh to say it’s beautiful and why would he fear such a lovely ability. This is the first time anyone outside his mother has said this to him, and it brings Ash to tears. This is probably some time around JN023/24. Shortly after this (probably after episode 27, but defo before episode 30) the two would start their relationship as Chloe would not stand for their pining and work with the staff at the lab to get them to realise they both like each other.
Ash starts using his ability more, mostly to do nice things like make flower crowns or revitalise the plants in the Cerise Labs, and Goh finds it beautiful. The scene @starstickerx wrote is how one of their dates go, mirroring the fateful encounter being dropped off in a meadow of flowers.
So, TLDR, I just wanted to write cute fluffy interactions between lovely boys including flower crowns and being adorable and it ballooned from there into an entire AU.
This post is getting hella long so I’ll talk about this more another time. If you have any questions feel free to ask me! So... yeah.
#PowerAU#firstfriendshipping#satogou#journeyshipping#gouacheshipping#pokemon 2019#pokemon journeys#tbh I also just wanted a reason for fluffy gay with flower powers and their moronsexual bf getting together and being wholesome#goh#gou#ash#satoshi#AU masterpost#chloe cerise#koharu
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Elemental power au where some of the characters ended up having powers after a scientist (Mr.Bryson) ended up releasing some spirits which represented each power. These spirits needed a body to stay alive so they went into these characters ,producing the symbol somewhere on their body and giving them new powers. Power concept-their eyes and clothes change color when they use a ultimate attack. They have a collaboration ultimate attack in which they share a ultimate with another character. (Just like in the Seven Deadly Sins mobile game) Isn’t this lovely- I’ll probably draw more stuff later! #theglassscientists #powerau #robertlanyon #jekyllandhyde #tgsfrankenstein #rachelpidgley #jasperkaylock #tgslucy #henryjekyll #edwardhyde
https://www.instagram.com/p/CAonsGVgMzC/?igshid=1euiewm04zbcb
#theglassscientists#powerau#robertlanyon#jekyllandhyde#tgsfrankenstein#rachelpidgley#jasoterkaylock#tgslucy#henryjekyll#edwardhyde
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Some sketches of two island boys
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Evalia took in a breath, shaking her arms to prepare herself. Her power was strange to her, and she still needed practice. Especially when it came to flying. The technicality behind it all was confusing. She called it telekinesis only because she didn’t have any other way to describe it. Truthfully it didn’t feel like an extension of her mind, but her entire being. It was as if she had a very strange extra limb that acted like a blanket of skin, invisible and limited but strong. At times she swears she’d feel it when she used it, as if some strange shock was going through her body. She could grab items with it within a very limited range, use it to take the impact of attacks, amplify attacks, and even lift herself in the air. She wanted to know how it worked, and it upset her more than she’d be willing to admit.
“Okay, okay, okay,” she muttered as she mentally prepared herself. Taking in a deep breath, she began to hover in the air, even if she looked a little unstable. Slowly, she went up a little higher and higher. It was obvious she didn’t want to do this. When she got too high she stopped and shook her head. “Nope, can’t do it.” she exclaimed, closing her eyes as she descended towards the ground. To her, it felt like she had gone up maybe around 50 feet. In actuality, it was more like 15.
When her feet touched, she let herself go and shook her head. “Nope, fuck that. Fuck this.” Having the capability to fly but being afraid to fall is just... Nonsense.
#drabble#PowerAU#//just because its funny that someone with a fear of falling can fly#//and she'd mostly use the amplifying part of her power
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ANNA'S STRONGEST MAN: A FROZEN FANDOM MONTH FANFIC
Okay. I got the idea from my longtime boyfriend. Before he became disabled, he did bodybuilding and was going to try out for The World’s Strongest Man competition. He got me watching it with him. Those dudes are crazy strong! This is where “power” comes in: physical strength. I consider it wildcard AU as well, since it doesn’t quite fit in with the prompts listed. Well, hopefully, you like it. If not, oh well, I tried.
Pairing: Anna and Kristoff
Rating: Teen (just in case) Modern AU
Word Count: not sure. I just kept on till I couldn’t say anymore
Anna and Elsa stood by the guard rail on Miami Beach as they watched the competitors for The World’s Strongest Man vie for the Charles Atlas trophy, a cash prize of $10,000.00, and the ultimate bragging rights. Elsa was sweltering in the humid Miami air, despite the ocean breezes. Anna was warm, too, but she really wanted to be there. As heiresses to the Lindquist high rise condominium empire on the Art Deco district and holdings in the cruise lines, they didn’t have to be out on South Beach with the commonfolk, but Anna loved watching these athletes show off their strength. Lately, she’d been having feelings other than friendship with one of the competitors, Kristoff Bjorgman. He was always there for her; from lending a hand in maintenance to their condos to punching Hans Westergard (her ex-fiance) when he got rude to just talking when he had lost his wife of five years, Mary, to uterine cancer. Anna, at twenty-two had never been married while Kristoff, at twenty-five had been a childless widower for two years. Truth be told, she wanted him ever since they had met when he was seventeen and she was fourteen. She was crushed when he got married but Mary Diaz was a nice lady albeit a little stand-offish. Anna, at Elsa’s urging, got engaged to Hans but he was controlling, abusive, and unfaithful, so she dumped him.
Kristoff had been eager to become a strong man ever since his adopted father, Pabbie Bjorn and his wife Bulda, had competed in Mr. and Ms. Universe competitions, respectively. Mr. Universe didn’t really appeal to Kris but one day, at thirteen, about three years after he was adopted by the Bjorns, he saw The World’s Strongest Man on ESPN, he became hooked. He’d lift weights every day after school in his Cutler Ridge home. He’d impressed every girl and made every boy jealous of him, but Kristoff, being shy and distrustful, had no friends, except the little redheaded heiress, Anna Lindquist. He worked at the little diner on the beach (it belonged to Bulda) where Anna had hung out after school. They became fast friends. Anna had a way of pulling Kristoff out of his shell. He only really trusted her, Pabbie, Bulda, his trainer Olaf Svensen, and Mary. Mary had went to school with Kristoff (Anna went to an exclusive, all girls private school while Kristoff went to a public school). Kristoff, already being large built and 6'3" by the time he was eighteen, took to weight lifting like a duck takes to water. Now, as he waited his turn at the barrel toss segment of the competition, he scanned the crowd. He saw Anna there, smiling. (God, she looks beautiful) he thought. Who could blame him, really? She was petite, about 5'1", svelte, peaches and cream skin with freckles (he loved those), blue eyes that sometimes looked turquoise in the right light, and long strawberry hair, which today was in a French braid. She was wearing a pale pink tank top and floral shorts that looked like a miniskirt (all fluttery in the breeze), with pink jelly sandals. He saw her older sister there beside her. He liked Elsa. She was always nice to him. Today, she wore a white sleeveless blouse, blue jean shorts, blue flip-flops, and her platinum blonde hair in a French braid.
He put chalk onto his large hands, encased in fingerless weight lifting gloves. He wore a weight lifting belt around his trim waist, blue shorts, a white T-shirt with the logos of the competition’s sponsors on it, and weight lifters shoes. His thick, shaggy blond hair blew in the breeze, the ends reaching the collar of his shirt. His brown eyes scanned the crowd again. He winked at Anna, who smiled. He was not pretty boy handsome like Hans but ruggedly handsome, like his Viking ancestors of old.
Olaf stood next to Kristoff. He held a water bottle. Olaf was a former World’s Strongest Man. He was in his sixties with white hair, kind brown eyes, and reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He wore gray shorts, a T-shirt like Kristoff’s, and a whistle on a lanyard around his thick neck. “Okay, kid, you’re up. Remember what I taught you,” Olaf said. “Okay, I can do this,” Kristoff said. (I can because Anna’s the only one other than Mama Bulda and Daddy Pabbie who believes in me) he thought. He remembered even his late wife not wanting him to try out for The World’s Strongest Man. (Too many muscles are making me think ‘quienes mas macho.’ I know you’re doing this all natural, no steroids; but I don’t like it) Mary had told him. (I think it’s cool! Those guys can lift really heavy stuff. Good luck) Anna had told him. Soon, he heard the announcer: “Ladies and gentlemen, here’s our next competitor. From Cutler Ridge, Florida; standing at 6'3” and weighing 270 lbs., our very own Kristoff Bjorgman.“ Kristoff stepped out into the competition area. Everyone cheered, especially Anna. He smiled at her, the secret kind that she knew was just for her. He got into his stance. He saw Bulda and Pabbie next to Anna, smiling and cheering. He owed much to these two people who’d saved him from foster homes. He’d lost his real parents when he was seven after a boating accident in the Everglades (Anna’s parents died in a yachting accident years ago, so they had that in common). He loved those short, middle-aged, kindhearted people who took him in and loved him as their own. He lifted the first steel barrel, tossing it over his head. It went over a tall field goalpost with a pole laying horizontally in the center. He lifted and tossed all seven of the barrels in a time of 1 minute, 30 seconds, pushing out the Polish forerunner, Yuri Baczyk. He left the area and went back to Olaf.
“Kid, you did terrific,” Olaf said, patting Kristoff’s sweaty broad shoulder. “Thanks,” Kristoff said, his eyes on Anna. Lately, he wanted more than a friendship with her. She was like a little hurricane and although he had loved Mary, he had always felt that his heart really belonged to Anna. She always encouraged him, was always there for him (even though she had to spend time with him in secret, lest Hans find out. Mary didn’t have a problem with Anna; to her, Anna and Elsa were Kristoff’s bosses), hell, she even exercised with him and helped him do maintenance work. She was beyond wealthy but she acted like a normal girl. “Okay, your next event is the truck pull. You okay? Is your back okay?” “Yeah. I’m good.” He did pull a muscle in his back last week practicing but Anna had massaged Icy Hot onto the sore area for him when she visited him at his little house not too far from Bulda’s. He trembled, but not from pain, remembering her gentle touch. He was pretty sure she trembled, too. He relaxed and waited.
Anna heard the announcer say that the next event was the truck pull. She remembered last week. To practice, Kristoff had hooked Anna’s Dodge Charger to his Ford F350 and Bulda’s Ford Escape. He pulled them but hurt his back doing it, despite holding a rope, putting the vehicles in neutral, and pulling carefully. Anna fawned over him. She led him into his house and into his bedroom. (Poor baby) she’d said. (Let me make you feel better). (It’ll be okay) he’d said, his blush as red as a lobster. (Nonsense! Take your shirt off and lay on the bed on your belly please). He did as asked. He saw her mouth the words ‘sweet Jesus’ when he took his tank top off. Gorgeously well-defined, muscular, with washboard abs that looked like the King of Hershey bars. His chest was deep set and liberally sprinkled with soft blond chest hair. A faint line of hair trailed down from under his bellybutton and into his shorts. She straddled his hips, a tube of Icy Hot in her small, French manicured hands. He felt the cool menthol ointment go onto his back. Her touch was gentle, which made his dick get hard (harder than it had ever been with Mary). The skin of her inner thighs felt like silk against his sides and he felt the damp cotton of her panties when she kinda sat on the small of his back (she weighed only 120lbs., she was light for him), knowing she was as affected by him as he was by her. He had flushed scarlet then. She got off of him, blushing fiercely. Hans never made her feel that way. They couldn’t look at each other then, hearts racing like the cars on the track of the Daytona 500. Motley Crue’s “Piece of Your Action” played on the MP3 player then, she clearly remembered (and so did he).
The announcer called Kristoff to the competition area. He grabbed his rope, hands full of chalk. The grille of the semi truck was clipped to a rope that was clipped to his weight belt and the suspender looking straps on his back and chest. The truck was in neutral. A whistle blew. He started pulling. He managed to come in first place, pulling at 3 minutes even, beating out the English competitor Clive Howarth. He did rub on his back a little. (He’s hurting) Anna thought, watching Kristoff intently. “Will he be okay,” Bulda asked. “I hope so,” Anna said. “There’s only one more event, the boulders.” Bulda liked Anna; treated her like a daughter. Truth be told, Bulda and Pabbie liked Anna better than they did Mary. Mary and her family had been a little stand-offish while Anna was like sunshine; warm and friendly. Bulda secretly hoped that her Krissy and Anna would wind up together as more than friends. Anna’s engagement ended last year. Krissy lost Mary two years ago. Now was the time for them to hook up, in Bulda’s opinion. Kristoff stood with a former World’s Strongest Man, for a quick interview. Both women watched as Kristoff spoke to the man for a minute, then the announcer let them break for twenty minutes as they tallied up the scores. Kristoff went to his little cheering section.
“How are you holding up, son,” Bulda asked. “A little sore but okay, Mama Bulda,” Kristoff said, using his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow, his shaggy bangs dripping. “That looked painful,” Elsa said, fanning herself. “You okay,” Anna asked, genuine concern in her eyes. “I’ll be okay, Anna. Don’t worry about me.” “I gotta worry about you, Kristoff. It’s my job.” “You’re doing great, son,” Pabbie said, patting Kristoff’s arm. “Thanks, Daddy Pabbie.” “Come here for a second.” He bent to Anna’s level. She stood on tippy toes and cupped her hands close to his left ear. “Later, I’ll take care of you. I want to. Good luck and I love you, no matter what,” Anna whispered. His eyes widened at her confession. She loved him! He turned, cupping his hands close to her left ear. “Okay. I love you, too, no matter what,” Kristoff whispered. Her eyes widened at his confession. He loved her! Soon, the announcer spoke: “Ladies and gentlemen. We have the names of our three finalists. They are: Yuri Baczyk, Clive Howarth, and Kristoff Bjorgman. Would our finalists approach the competition area please?” “Gotta go. I’ll see you in a bit,” Kristoff said. Just as he was about to go, Anna took his hand. He spun to face her. She cupped Kristoff’s face in her hands, a faint trace of stubble on his jaw, chin, and upper lip. She gently kissed his lips. “Good luck,” Anna said, blushing. He blushed, too. He kissed her back. “See you soon,” he said. He quickly left. Elsa whispered in her sister’s ear. “Date him already. You’re hard up for him and he’s hard up for you. I approve. He’s good for you and you’re good for him.” Anna smiled.
All three men made it to the competition area. They would be putting boulders onto pillars. Whoever got the most in the shortest amount of time would be declared the winner. The whistle sounded. All three men started. There were eight total in increasing weights. Clive made it to four before stopping. Yuri dropped the sixth one, right onto his foot, breaking it. Kristoff got all eight. The whistle blew. The announcer spoke. “We have a winner! This year’s World’s Strongest Man is Kristoff Bjorgman!” Everyone cheered, clapped, whistled, and shouted. Olaf came up to Kristoff. “Good job, kid,” he said. “Thanks,” Kristoff replied, shaking Olaf’s hand. Anna jumped over the guard rail and ran to Kristoff. She jumped into his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his thick neck. She hugged him tightly, her cheek pressed against his chest, sweaty and warm. “Congratulations, Krissy! I knew you could do it,” she murmured. “Thanks, Anna. For everything,” he murmured, holding her tight, stroking her back. She reached up and he bent low. Their lips met in a soft, sweetly romantic kiss. “I want to be your girlfriend.” “I’d love to be your boyfriend.” “Great!” “To me, it’s better than any trophy.” She held his trophy as the hosts gave it to him. “Congratulations, Kristoff,” the host said. “Now that you’ve won, what are your plans for next year?” “Train and be with my girlfriend.” They smiled and kissed again. Anna had finally got her World’s Strongest Man: her Kristoff. He was happy to win the contest but he was happier to have his little redheaded heiress; a little woman with a strong heart.
The end…for now…
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EXILE
Summary: Don’t Worry Darling movie premier leads to events that you didn’t expect.
Pairings: Harry Styles x Fem!Reader (exs), Sebastian Stan x Reader
Word Count: 5.4kish
Warnings: One big thing is non-consensual kissing, crying, brief altercation of physical fight between two people, anything else? Let me know pls
A/N: hi! Here’s part 4 of my power mini series! I wasn’t too sure where to go from my last part. I was still a little hesitant on this part, but overall felt satisfaction when I finished it. Thinking of maybe doing only one more part? And it’ll probably be a time jump! Song inspiration for this part: “Exile” by Taylor Swift ft. Bon Iver
Also this is a repost because my original post wasn’t coming out in the tags! 🥺
All mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other side nor this one.
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September 6th, 2022.
Venice, Italy.
2:13AM.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Your boyfriend's soft voice breaks the silence in the room.
You don’t look at him, instead you focus on your nails. Two of them broke off earlier at the after party. You pick at the remaining piece to try and get it off. You still couldn’t wrap your head around the events that had happened tonight.
You feel his warm hand touch yours to stop you.
“Look at me,” he demands. His tone is not rough, but airy and delicate. As if you can break any second.
Which isn’t wrong.
You slowly look up at him, your eyelashes touching the skin underneath your eyebrows, feeling wet, and you sniffle when you meet his sky blue eyes.
He gives you a small smile, his lower lip torn but luckily isn’t bleeding anymore.
His touch lingers against your skin, not moving, but waiting for you to react.
“Are you upset with me? Because… because I punched him?” His voice sounds scared, like a small child waiting to get punished. Your eyes go wide, shaking your head, “Of course I’m not. I’m not upset with you… I’m upset with him.”
His eyes soften at your reply, he sighs lowly, and gives you a weak smile.
You feel love in his stare, your heart feeling heavy, but you wrap your fingers in his and pull his palm to your lips. You kiss his hands gently, leaving red lip stains, and he closes his eyes by your gesture.
“I’m here for you,” he whispers and reciprocates your gesture by doing the same.
You pout, lower lip trembling, and you know he’s being honest.
“I know,” you express, wiping away a fallen tear, and meeting his gaze.
“I know we are still taking this relationship slow… going at your pace.. But if you need space,” he pauses for a moment, his hand tightening his hold on yours, and he continues, “I’ll understand.”
You shake your head, “I don’t want space. Not from you. Never from you.” You try your best to explain to him with all honesty in your tone.
“Then please talk to me,” he begs.
You slowly nod your head, “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, baby. I just want to know what’s going on in your pretty little head.” He kisses your inner forearm.
“Tonight was…” you trail off.
“Overwhelming,” he states with a sigh and you nod.
“I…” you start and he only waits for you to continue. Your gulp down the lump in your throat, your dress feeling itchy against your skin, and you sigh.
“I know I don’t really speak about him to you.. just during the times it’s needed. And.. and maybe I should have spoken about him more to you. But I was just trying to put my past with him behind me. Because I want a future with you,” you lock eyes with him, his eyes soften, “I’m being one hundred percent truthful right now.. I-I want a future with you. Only you. But…”
You whimper, “But a part of me… a part of me feels guilty. Guilt for staying there and listening to his stupid words. Not being over him. Over Harry.” His name feels foreign leaving your lips.
“Not being over him in the way of not being over what he did to me,” you state.
“He hurt me… he hurt me more than anybody ever has. He loved me one day… and then… and then he left me the next. It blindsided me. How.. how can someone do that to another person?” Your eyebrows crinkling together because you’re finally letting out every single thought you’ve had for the past almost two years.
Your boyfriend caresses your hand slowly, encouraging you to continue.
“I couldn’t think straight for months. I couldn’t… I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep… I had to basically build myself up from scratch from the day he left me. It never got easier. I just had to move on. Just… just like that. I had to move on from being happy and engaged to the person I believed was the love of my life… to suddenly living alone, not engaged anymore… and then hearing he was with the one person I used to admire.”
You feel warm tears falling down your cheeks, you notice your boyfriend hesitating on getting up to comfort you, but you place your other hand on top of his to hold him down instead. You need to speak without being comforted right now. His touch was all you needed right now to feel safe.
“I remember when I saw that photo of him with her at that wedding…” a rush of sadness rushes through your body, “I was shocked. I was truthfully blindsided. Blindsided by everything because I couldn’t believe it. He had left me…left me… for the director of the movie we both starred in.”
You let out a burst of laughter because you couldn’t believe it. Even saying it out loud felt crazy.
“Can you believe them?” Your laugh turns into sobs.
“I hate that he still has this power over me. I hate that he can still make a cry like a fucking baby,” you seethe out.
“I hate how he made me feel tonight,” you cry out in a whimper.
“I hate how he did that to me. I would have never done that. I just.. I-I just don’t understand.”
Your boyfriend decides then to get up, not letting go of your hand, he pulls you up into his arms, holding you in as you cry, wrapping his arms over you, you cry into his chest, finally letting go of all the suppressed anger and tears you had been holding in since you didn’t know how long.
He kisses your forehead, placing his hands on your cheeks, and pulls your chin up to wrap his lips against yours. Your salty tears mix into the kiss, but he doesn't care. He kisses you deeply, showing you how much he loves you with his actions, even if you both haven’t said the three words out loud yet, you can feel it all around you, and you hold him tightly against you.
You pray that he’ll never let you go.
15 hours earlier…
You had intentionally avoided getting to Venice on time because you simply did not want to be in the press conference with Harry and her.
Your assistant, Ellie, told Olivia after many messages and calls to Ellie’s cell phone that you would not be attending. You made the excuse that you were too busy filming another movie in a secure location to attend the event that early.
But yet, here you were… arriving right after the press conference had started with a big smile on your face and Sebastian by your side.
You held onto Sebastian’s hand tightly as you waved at the paparazzi snapping millions of photos of you two. You were a bit nervous at entering Italy with Sebastian since you two have been official for a while now, but you needed him by your side today.
Sebastian only held you close, giving his dazzling smile to the photographers, and you soon made it to your hotel.
You both walked into your shared suite, kicking off your heels, and throwing yourself onto the king sized bed.
You let out a loud laugh when Sebastian plops on top of you, giggling as you kiss his lips, gasping out, “Get off of me, you big teddy bear!”
He lets out a laugh into your neck, kissing you there, and gets up. He starts unbuttoning his breezy button down, kicking off his shoes, and lays down next to you in only his tight briefs. You get up and do the same, wanting to cuddle with his naked skin, before you have to get ready for the night.
Your body intertwines with his, easily and as if it’s second nature, and he holds you against his chest while his hand goes into your hair to play the strands. You inhale his sweet scent, feeling warm and safe, and cuddle into him.
His chest moves up steadily, your nails grazing up and down, and you both lay there silently.
“Are you nervous?”
You look up at him, adjusting yourself to face him, “A little.” You reply honestly, not bothering to hide that you are.
He nods, “I’ll be there the entire time.”
You kiss his cheek before kissing his lips, “I know. Thank you for coming.”
“Of course, my love.”
You guys are able to cuddle for maybe two hours before you are rudely interrupted by multiple people waiting outside of your hotel room.
“It’s time,” he whispers, placing a kiss on your forehead, squeezing your shoulders, and you swiftly get up. You wrap yourself in the hotel robe and Sebastian does the same.
You open the door to your team which they all pile in carrying multiple bags and pull in a rack which is holding your covered dress and Sebastian's tuxedo.
You sit in the chair, anxiously waiting for your team to start, and Sebastian smiles at you from the bed. Which he’s sitting on and admiring you. His eyes twinkled underneath the lights. Your heart flutters at the sight of him.
Your team gets to work and you slowly daze out, letting your team pamper you, and you feel light as they work on you. You let yourself relax into the chair, closing your eyes to let them work on you, and you hear Sebastian playing your favorite music from his phone.
Your makeup team had decided on doing a light makeup look, with a bold cherry red lip, and your hair was styled away from your face. Azkiel, your hairstylist, had styled it into curls that fell down your back. He sprayed down your loose strands and gave a kiss to the air when he saw his finished product.
“You look beautiful, my dear.” He gives you a smile as he steps aside to let yourself look into the mirror.
You smile slightly as you look at yourself in the mirror, feeling prideful at how beautiful you look, and you tilt your head side to side to admire the work they did on you.
You look at Sebastian, who is coming out of the restroom in his all black suit, and give him a big smile. His eyes melt when he sees you.
“Beautiful,” he says with a wink and his signature smile.
You stand up to change, your assistant Ellie follows you into the bathroom to help you, and you pull off your robe. Ellie has seen you naked plenty of times since she’s been with you for years now.
You still blush as you take off your robe, Ellie rolls her eyes at you, and laughs. “I’ve seen you naked how many times, babe?”
“Stop it,” you say flustered as she helps you into your dress.
You stand in front of the mirror, adjusting the front, while Ellie hooks the neck part together, fixing your hair, and zips up the zipper at your waist.
You adjust your breasts at the open neckline which falls to above your naval, smiling to yourself because you feel sexy, and Ellie lets out a low whistle.
“You look hot,” she states with a big smile. You put on your simple pair of diamond earrings, your favorite silver rings, and smile at her.
“Thanks,” you breathe out, starting to feel nervous, and Ellie opens the door for you to go back into the room.
Sebastian is fixing his hair in the mirror when he notices you come out, his eyes go wide, and he twirls back to face you.
You walk up to him, smiling, and he sets his hands on your exposed back.
“You look breath-taking,” he says, placing a kiss on your cheek gently, and goes back to admiring you.
“Yeah?” You ask, beaming up at him. He steps aside to allow you to stand in front of him and you both look at your reflection in the mirror. You sigh happily as you fluff your dress out, admiring the deep neckline, the side of your breasts showing from the opening, and you love it. You love the way it hugged your curves and the red lips complimented the dress perfectly.
“Always.”
You smile with a hum, sitting down to slip your feet into your black heels, and Sebastian bends down to help you strap them around your ankle.
He kisses the inside of your ankle, shivers run down your back, and you shake your head at him. Once he’s done, you stand up in front of him. You mess with the tulle of your dress, pressing down, “You don’t think it’s too out there?” Your insecurity is peaking out slightly.
“Never. You’re the lead actress. This film is all about you, honey.”
You nod at his words, shoving down the insecurity, and holding your head up high.
“Ready?” Ellie asks, exiting the bathroom in her own black dress, it’s simple but elegant, and she still looks beautiful. Her beautiful blonde bob framed her heart face perfectly. You think she looks beautiful.
“You look lovely,” you say to her and she brushes you off, her cheeks tinting pink.
“Thank you, hun. We’re running late, let’s go.” She walks hastily in the room in her heels, grabbing all the important stuff, shoving it into her purse, and you roll your eyes.
You don’t feel rushed. “There’s no rush, Ellie belly. Who cares if we’re late?”
Sebastian lets out a laugh, placing his hand on your open back, and you both walk out to the awaiting black SUV.
The ride to the red carpet is a quiet one, your nerves filling you up, and Sebastian knows. He knows without you saying anything and simply holds your hand in his to ground you.
You soon arrive infront of the red carpet, you peer out of the window, and see that everybody has already arrived. You see them all walking down the red carpet, posing for photos, and the paparazzi is going crazy. All you see is bright flashes and loud screams from all the fans. You gulp at the sight.
Sebastian kisses the inner corner of your wrist, you turn to look at him, and give him a weak smile.
“I’m going to get off now, baby.” You nod at him, letting out a shaky breath, “I’ll be waiting for you at the end.”
He leans in to kiss your lips softly to not ruin your lipstick. You hum in content.
Ellie knocks on the window once Sebastian pulls away and they both exit the SUV.
Ellie waits on the edge of the red carpet for you while Sebastian walks the red carpet with his sensational smile on his face.
Your heart warms as you watch him pose for a couple photos and you can hear the screams. He’s a big actor and you know people will know you’re coming next since he’s here already.
You grip your hands together, slightly shaking as you feel like you might vomit, and you quickly check your make up in your compact mirror. You smile to check if you have any lipstick stains and adjust your dress one last time.
This was your first time at the Venice Film Festival and you closed your eyes for a second to relax. You brush off the nerves and knock on the window.
As soon as the door opens, you hear the screaming and the chanting of your name. The flashing of the cameras always blind you, but you step out of the car with a smile on your face.
You adjust your dress while Ellie adjusts the back of it to make sure it’s perfect.
You pose for the cameras in front of you and you walk down the red carpet. You hold your head up high, the smile never leaving your face, and happiness is almost bursting from your chest.
You stand proud as you walk the carpet, waving at the fans that are trying to get your attention, and make your way towards them.
You smile for different cameras, sign different things for your fans, and speak to a couple of them.
You even do an interview with someone in Italian for the festival. One of the questions made you laugh when he said to you, “Your role was so inspirational.”
“Really? What was so inspirational about it?” You asked with a sweet smile, battling your eyelashes at him.
The poor man flushed furiously and stumbled with his words after that.
You had even made a comment about how it was inspiring to say no on and off the screen.
“How did you feel about the feminine power your director insisted the movie is about?”
You burst out into a giggle, covering your mouth with your hand, and you look at him with a dazed look.
“Feminist empowerment? Maybe misogynistic empowerment, I believe. Not too sure what she's on about, honestly. But maybe the director has a different view point.” You say with a shrug and a sly smile.
The interview ended soon after that, but you didn’t mind one bit.
You soon make your way stop at the end of the paparazzi photo line up.
You pose in different angles and you can hear different paparazzi shouting for Sebastian to come stand next to you. Everybody wanting to have the first official photo of you two in public.
You peer at Sebastian, only looking at him, and avoiding everybody else for the moment. He’s shaking his head no to the paparazzi until he sees you looking at him. You wave your hand at him to join you and he breaks out into a smile.
You both melt into each other. Your arm landing on his back, his arm wrapping around your waist, and you place your free hand on his chest. Melting into his side with a beaming smile.
You couldn’t wait to see these photos online and to frame one.
You both pull away when you think they’ve gotten enough. You turn to the awaiting cast members, laughing loudly when you see them all with their cameras photo yelling at you to pose for them, you jokingly pose crazily for them, Sebastian laughing along with you, and you feel so happy seeing all your DWD cast members.
Chris Pine on his knees taking pictures of you with a disposable camera, Nick Kroll right next to him snapping shots with his iPhone, and Gemma laughing loudly behind them.
You and Sebastian say hello to them all. Gemma and Sebastian catching up since they are both Marvel actors and speaking about their next movie.
Chris is the last one you see, he wraps his arms around you, and squeezes you tightly in his arms. He always treated you so well. As if you were a daughter to him, always giving you advice when you asked, and even checking up on you constantly since DWD filming ended. Him knowing personally about the situation that occurred after filming finished. He absolutely hated Olivia and Harry with the same passion as you.
Your heart was bursting with happiness at merely being close to him again. “You are a gem!” You beam at his compliment as you both fall easily into a conversation about what you both had been up too. Him complimenting you on ‘Fresh’ and saying you did phenomenal.
You even take photos with the cast members with Chris and Gemma standing on your side, not allowing Harry and Olivia to get close to you.
You had never been more thankful for them than you were right now.
You all disbursed after the photos and went back to your previous conversation with Chris.
In the corner of your eyes, you can see Harry and Olivia hovering around. You try your best to avoid their eyes. You can see Harry staring at Sebastian with a disdained look. You didn’t even look at them long enough to take notice of what they were wearing.
Sebastian avoids them as well, not bothering to turn their way, and once his conversation finishes with Gemma, he walks back towards you and says hello to Chris. You and Sebastian talk quietly amongst each other, smiling and giggling together, and then you see Olivia walking towards you from behind him.
Your face falls slightly which causes Sebastian to stop mid sentence and turns slightly to look behind him.
He spots Olivia walking towards you with a big smile on her face, Harry walking behind her, your eyes widen when Sebastian looks back at you, your mouth frowning at the sight of her, and Sebastian moves to cover you quickly.
Your eyes met his and you feel furious at the fact that she’s even coming towards you guys. Your hands grip onto his as you think about the audacity she has coming towards you.
Fuck her. Everything went downhill after you accepted the lead role for her fucking movie.
You see Olivia right behind Sebastian about to say something, but you quickly wrap your arm into Sebastian’s and walk away from her.
You look back at her, angrily, and watch in satisfaction as her face falls. Chris notices the situation and falls into step walking behind you with Gemma to create more distance between you and them as you all walk inside with you leading. Not even having to say a word to them, not even a look, and they just knew.
You ignore the icy stare you feel from Harry. Not even looking at him either.
You wrap your arm around Sebastian tighter as you walk into the theater lobby. You huddle with him in a corner with Chris, Gemma, Nick, and his wife. You all carry conversation before going into the theater.
You watch Olivia and Harry make their way into the theater first. Your eyes meet Harry’s for a brief moment because you look away and peer up at Sebastian. He’s smiling at Chris at something he said, but his hand never leaves your skin. Always holding your shoulder or your waist, or simply your fingertips in his.
You cuddle into his side, feeling content, and soon the staff is letting you know it’s time to go watch the movie.
Chris and Gemma go in first while Sebastian holds your waist to walk in front of him. You walk inside, Sebastian kissing your cheek as he goes to sit in the row behind you, and you follow Chris to your seat.
You stop as you see your name next to Harry who is sitting next to Olivia. They both look at you. Harry’s face shows no emotion while Olivia is smiling at you. You avoid their eyes, looking at Chris for help, and he shuffles to the seat next to Harry.
He looks at the names on the seats, rips off your name and falls into the chair with a loud huff.
Harry looks at him with a raised eyebrow and is about to speak, but then Chris says, “They must have made a mistake.” Harry purses his lips and looks away from him.
You mouth a thank you and squeeze his shoulder in appreciation. You sit down next to him as Gemma sits next to you. Along with the rest of the cast.
You peer behind you to smile at Sebastian, he smiles back, and places his hand on your shoulder to give you a gentle squeeze.
Soon enough the movie begins and you have to avoid cringing in your seat. Not because of the movie itself but because you feel awkward watching yourself in this movie with Harry.
It wasn’t how you felt with Sebastian when you watched Fresh together at the premiere. You had watched it side by side, smiling and laughing together, and you felt happy the entire time.
Now you feel weird watching the scenes with Harry kissing you and the sex scenes make you peer at Sebastian every time.
All he does is smirk at you and give you a wink. Never making you feel awful that he’s watching this. You know in his mind this movie is just you acting. But you know this movie is a movie you did with your fiancée at the time. It feels awful because you really did love Harry throughout the entire thing.
You try to black out the whole movie. When the standing ovation is happening, you smile at everybody, staying until the end of it, and once the clapping stops.. you hurry out the theater. Waiting for Sebastian at the entrance and you both walk out to the awaiting care.
Sebastian pulls you into a heated kiss in the car, wrapping his arms around your waist, and mumbles into your ear, “You did amazing, baby. A fucking amazing actress.”
Your driver drives you both to the secluded after party that’s happening at a rented out venue that was for the entire cast, crew, and the attending DWD crowd.
You pull away from Sebastian’s lips, panting, and you wipe his pouting lips with your thumb. He pulls your thumb into his mouth, sucking slowly, and you moan at his gestures.
“Stop it,” you tease him with a giggle.
Soon enough you were both at the after party, enjoying yourself with all your cast members. Olivia and Harry were secluded on their own, speaking to different members, but it was an unspoken rule that you were not interacting with them at all.
You were already a couple drinks in when you whispered to Sebastian that you were going to go to the backyard of the venue for a breather. He asks you if you want him to come with you, but you shake your head no and kiss his lips.
You stand by the glowing lights that illuminate from the pool, sipping on your drink, and enjoying the quietness around you. Enjoying this peaceful moment.
You almost jump out of your bones when you hear someone speak behind you.
“You look lovely.”
“Jesus!” You yell out with a hand on your chest, frightened slightly by Harry’s voice, and you twirl around to look at him.
You finally look at him for the first time tonight. He’s still wearing a suit, but his hair is messed up and he has a buzzed look on his face. The buzzed look of his when he’s had too much to drink for the night.
You sip on your drink as you look at him. Not ready for whatever he’s going to say. You twirl the liquid in its glass as you wait for him to say something.
“You’ve moved on, huh?”
You roll your eyes, scoffing “Give me a break, Harry. Of course I’ve moved on. You did before we even broke up.”
Harry’s face falls, his lips turning down into a frown, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He steps closer to you, but you don’t move. You only stare at him with a sad look.
You gulp down the rest of your drink, warmth filling your belly, and your skin feels hot.
“You know… I’m really happy with Sebastian. I can honestly see a future with him. As crazy.. as crazy as it may sound. I-I do, I really do. I never…” you pause, Harry listening to you intently, “I never thought I would move on from you.” You snort a laugh as you say that out loud.
“I always thought it would be me and you, you know? We had our entire future figured out.” Your eyes narrow at his, “But you had to fuck it up, Harry.”
Harry drops his glass onto the grass nearby and steps even closer to you, “I did, too.” He admits, “I wish.. I wish I hadn’t fucked it all up. I… I don’t know why I did what I did. I was an idiot. I'm still an idiot… I, fuck, I never thought I would ever look at someone else.. ever.. when I was with you… you were it.”
Suddenly, his hands are gripping yours. You furr your eyebrows at him, trying to tug your hands out of his hold, but he doesn’t budge.
“If we could go back, would you give me another shot?” His eyes wide, looking at you, and you part your mouth open in shock.
“I still love you so much,” he admits and you want to slap him. “I’m so in love with you. It kills me to see you with him. It drives me insane. I-I wish I could go back.. I want to go back and change what I did,” tears fill his eyes, “I want you. I need you.”
He reaches down to try and kiss you, you instantly pull back quickly, trying to shove him off of you, “Get off me! What are you doing?!” You try to push him off, his hands gripping your wrist tightly, and you cry out as his lips touch yours harshly.
You can’t believe this is happening.
His lips move roughly against yours, tugging your hands away from his tight hold, but he doesn’t budge. You open your mouth to cry out, but he forcefully pushes his tongue inside of your mouth. Tequila fills your taste buds and tears fill your eyes.
You manage to pull away from him, crying, and trying to shove him away from you still.
“Harry, stop!! Harry, please stop!” You yell out as he drunkenly tries to kiss you again.
For the first time, you feel scared of him. You have never been scared of Harry before. You’re trying to shove him off, the pain of your nails breaking against his chest feels like nothing compared to the fear you feel right now, and you wonder how you got here.
In what world were you afraid of Harry?
You want Sebastian.
Where is he?
In an instant, Harry is ripped away from you and punched in the face. Harry tumbles to his side, mumbling profanities as he almost falls down to the cemented floor, and you step back quickly.
“Ohmygod!” You cry out covering your mouth as you see Sebastian punching his face, furiously and angrily, and now there’s a crowd forming around them in shock.
Gemma wrapping her arms around you to comfort you when she notices you crying, Harry punching Sebastian, his lip splitting open, Olivia watching in shock and trying to figure out what is happening.
“Don’t ever fucking touch her again!!” Sebastian yells at Harry as he pulls his fist back to punch him again, gripping him by his coat, and Harry’s right eye is swelling shut now.
You cry out his name, Sebastian throwing Harry to the ground with a big shove, and he quickly turns to you. Blood rushed down his split lip and down his neck slightly. You cry harder at the sight of him being hurt.
He pulls you out of Gemma's embrace, wrapping his arms around you, holding you tight, one hand in your hair, and the other holding you close. He’s kissing your head repeatedly and whispering that it’s okay. That you’re safe now in his arms.
“Let’s go,” he says as he holds you in his arms, hidden away from all the confused stares, and you suddenly feel someone pulling you away from his arms.
You yelp as you see Olivia holding your arm in hers, angry eyes, “What did you do?!”
You pull your hand out of her hold and instantly slap her hard. The smack is heard by everyone and it’s instantly quiet aside from the gasps around you.
She’s holding her cheek in pain, tears filling her eyes because of it, Harry is stumbling to his feet watching you two in shock, his nose bleeding, and you shove Olivia away from you.
“Get the fuck away from you, you homewrecking bitch!” You yell at her loudly and see red. You feel rage seeing her, your heartbeat racing in anger now, and you feel flushed from your neck down.
“Don’t fucking touch me ever again, you stupid bitch.” You spat at her, wrapping your arms around Sebastian, and you both exit the venue quickly. Paparazzi snapping shots of you, a million questions coming your way, ignoring them all, you both hide your faces as you walk to the car quickly, and you both sigh loudly as you relax into the seats.
You cry into your hands. Not believing what had just happened.
Sebastian pulls you into his lap, the driver putting the partition up when he notices you're sitting on his lap, arms wrapped around him, and he wipes away your tears.
You thump away the blood from his lips, kissing him gently, he tries not to hiss at the pressure he feels, and kisses you back slowly.
“Did he hurt you?” His blue eyes fill with worry, lips frowning.
You kiss his cheeks, shaking your head slightly. “You saved me,” you whisper, placing your forehead against his.
“You’re safe with me,” he says in a low voice, arms wrapping around you.
You nuzzle yourself into him, letting yourself relax in his arms, “I know.”
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THINKING OUT LOUD
Summary: A timeline of important events in Y/N and Harry’s relationship.
Pairings: Harry Styles x fem!Reader (past flashbacks to timeline), Slight Reader with a new interest!!
Word count: 4.1kish
Warnings: Bit of angst, crying, reader does have a slight panic attack, anything else??? Let me know!
A/N: I actually wrote this before I got shadowbanned because I was unsatisfied with my original part 3! So I decided to write a timeline of their relationship and this… this happened! So this will be part 3!! My longest part for this mini series so far! A different take, but hopefully you enjoy. Ignore the timeline inconsistency with dates. Hehe.“Thinking out loud,” by Ed Sheeran is the theme song. ENJOY!!
This is also going to include the timeline between part 2 and part 4!!!
All mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other side nor this one.
I appreciate any likes, reblogs, messages, and interactions.
Part 1 Part 2
You first met Harry at the Dunkirk premiere. You were an actress that had previously worked with Christopher Nolan and he loved you. He asked you to come to his new movie premiere and you couldn’t refuse. He mentioned he had someone for you to meet. That someone ended up being Harry Styles. Christopher Nolan was playing matchmaker.
You obviously knew who Harry Styles was. He was the handsome, single, recent boy bander, and now actor.
Of course you knew him. It just surprised you that he knew you.
Christopher introduced you to Harry. You couldn’t stop smiling because his smile was infectious. You noticed he had adorable bunny teeth. Which would later influence your nickname for him. The first thing he did was compliment you on your most recent film. You blushed instantly. His twinkling eyes never left yours and his smile never faltered that night.
He invited you to sit next to him and his mom, Anne. She was a sweetheart. Harry noticed you smelled a bit like cherries. He wondered if it was your perfume. He was sweating just sitting next to you.
You told him after the premiere that he was amazing. He said his part was small. You said no acting part is small, that he’s now considered an actor, and that to take the compliment. He blushed. His mom noticed, but didn’t say anything. Only smiled.
He asked for your number before you left. You input your number in his phone. You told him you didn’t want your number collecting dust in his phone. He promised he’d text you. He input a cherry next to you name when you walked away.
His mom told him you were gonna be his wife one day. He laughed loudly. He said, “We barely met!” She only smiled as they hooked arms and walked to their awaiting car.
You weren’t even buckled in your drivers car when your phone pinged with a text. You smiled, widely, and checked your phone.
“Was this too fast?” The text read.
“By the way this is Harry.”
Another text came in.
“The actor.”
You couldn’t stop smiling.
You started dating Harry after that which ended up turning into a 5 year relationship.
Their relationship was filled with adventure, laughter, intimacy, deep conversations, and love. So much love.
They had never felt this way before with anybody. Their love burned deep and bright.
July 2019: Getting engaged before their 3rd year anniversary. They got engaged in a little town off the coast of Italy. It was secluded and romantic. Harry got down on one knee, his voice shaking when he asked her “Will you do me the honor of being my partner for life?”
You fell to your knees in front him, his arm catching you before your knees even hit the floor, your nodding yes, your hands on his cheeks, he slips the ring on your finger, and kisses you.
“Bunny! I love you! I cant wait to spend the rest of my life with you,” you cry out to him as he holds you.
He smiles and stares at you. His entire world in his arms. He loves you so much.
He pulls you into another kiss.
They both cried after that.
Early 2020: Y/N auditions for DWD. Mets Olivia for the first time. You love her and admire her. Idolize her. You gush to Harry about her when you get home. Harry looks at you with heart eyes. He cooks you a romantic dinner that night to celebrate. They devour it. Then devour each other. Harry makes you finish three times before he finishes in you. You don’t think you will ever get tired of this feeling.
April 2020: Olivia announces the project and cast. Y/N posts about it in instagram. Absolutely fangirling.
August 2020: Shia has to drop out of DWD. Olivia reaches out to Harry about auditioning.
September 2020: Harry gets casted in DWD.
“I got the part,” Harry states. You stop cutting the pineapple, you gasp, wiping your hands on your baby pink apron, and Harry smiles widely.
“I got cast as your husband, baby!!”
“Bunny!!!!” You yell at him as you jump into his arms, he twirls you around, pulling your face into his as he kisses you, and you both laugh in joy.
You congratulate him plenty that night.
And every night after that.
December 2020: They celebrated their 5th anniversary in LA together. They went to a private beach, drank wine, had a picnic, and spoke about their future together. Their future wedding. Its in their favorite place. In Italy for June 2022. You had both decided to do a long engagement. You already had your dress custom made. Pending to arrive. They want 3 kids. You think about how they will look.
You hope they have his curly hair and dimples.
February 2021: Finished filming and two weeks later Harry called off your engagement. Which ended your relationship. It blindsided you. Clearly.
You thought he was joking. You laughed at first. Then when he didn’t met your eyes. You couldn’t stop crying, begging him, asking him why, he never explained, and he walked out of your home. He said he would come back for his things soon.
You didn’t give him the chance. You hired movers the same night for the next morning. You were crying the entire time.
By noon the next day, there was no trace of you in the home that you shared with him. He was shocked, but didn’t reach out to you.
You were sitting down in the balcony of your new home. Drinking, crying, smoking a cigarette, and could not wrap your head around what was happening. It happened too fast and you were broken.
You didn’t understand.
Harry Styles broke you and you didn’t know why.
You realized that for the first time in five years, you were going to be alone for your birthday. You choked on your sobbing.
Six months later
You had spent the better half of a year feeling broken and lost. You had avoided the media as much as you could. You didn’t want to see what people were saying about you. You didn’t want to see what Harry was doing. You only did two separate acting jobs. Small parts as you didn’t want to do any big roles at the moment.
You only left your house for groceries, iced coffee, and other necessities.
You needed time to let yourself heal and mend your broken heart.
You spent a lot of time learning new recipes, baking, watching new shows and movies, reading, trying new wine, and spending time with your best friend.
You wondered every day about how Harry was doing.
Was he as broken as you? Did he still love you?
Why hadn’t he reached out to you?
Late-August 2021: Harry puts on a show ONO MSG where he performs his new song “POWER”.
You rewatch that video probably a million times. You memorize the lyrics. You type his number and erase it from your dial log too many times.
Your heart wants to forgive him. But forgive him for what? He never gave you an explanation. And now he is portraying himself as the victim.
Why?
Seventeen days later
September 2021: Harry shows up at your doorstep. You find out the real reason why he broke up with you. You feel devastated. More than before.
He wants you to forgive him. How could you?
When he kissed you, you almost did.
But he’s with Olivia Wilde now. And you’re all alone.
November 2021: Taylor releases Red TV. “All to well” 10 minute version is on replay ever since.
You cry every single time until you don’t anymore. It takes time. But you slowly start to mend your broken heart. You start going out more and enjoying yourself again.
Your manager finds a movie she thinks is perfect for you. You read the script, you love it, and you audition.
You get the part.
The movie is called “Fresh”. Your characters name is Noa. You met Sebastian Stan on set. He is 12 years older than you, but he catches your eye.
Harry is on tour. You see his merch everywhere. Olivia is a fucking groupie with her ugly dancing and you want to punch her. You can’t believe you idolized her and she stole your fiancée. Well… she didn’t steal him. He let himself be stolen from you. You wanted to punch Harry more.
December 2021: Harry is with Olivia in Italy. You wonder if he showed her when he proposed to you back in 2019. You hope they stay over there and never come back.
He still texts you.
You wonder if she knows.
He’s still in love with you, he says.
Then why are you in our place with her?
You don’t think you’ll ever stop loving him. But you try.
Filming for “Fresh” began. You moved temporarily to Bristish Columbia, Canada for the next three months.
You spent New Years with the cast and crew at a party. It was a simple party at a rented out venue.
You spent the night outside, in the cold December air, with Sebastian.
You spent the entire time just talking and getting to know each other. It felt easy to talk to him. He had an infectious smile as well. You both drank champagne all night.
Somehow you both ended up standing next to each other, still talking, his eyes never left your face as you spoke, you would notice and blush, he would smile, and move closer. You did too.
You both stopped talking when you heard everybody inside counting down from 10. You turn fully towards Sebastian.
6…
You stared at him, he moved closer, you could feel his breathe on you, you hadn’t kissed anybody since Harry. You hadn’t even kissed Sebastian yet in filming.
5…
You were nervous. You could tell he was nervous as well. He placed his hand on your cheek, “May I?” He whispers at you.
4…
You nod your head and place your sweater covered palm on his hand. You grip his hand in yours.
3…
He starts leaning into you, slowly.
2…
You close your eyes. Your heart is beating wildly. Was this too soon? You have been single for almost a year.
Fuck it.
1…
His lips met yours, you reciprocate the kiss, and you both melt into each other.
Happiness erupts inside of you. Finally.
You didn’t think about Harry at all that night. He does text you the next day wishing you a happy new year.
You don’t reply.
April 2022: Filming for Fresh finishes. You felt so happy about this movie. It was going to come out in Hulu this summer. It was going to premiere before DWD. Which surprises you, but you don’t give it a second thought.
Harry had reached out to you every now and then. You still felt hurt by him. You were supposed to get married in June of this year. Now he was with Olivia and you were with Sebastian. Kind of?
You guys weren’t official yet, but he did have a key to your home. Just in case. He still hadn’t used it. No matter how many times you told him he could.
You had began slowly, very extremely slow, to date. You explained to him after the kiss about your previous relationship with Harry. He obviously knew about it, but he understood where you were coming from.
His last girlfriend had also broken up with him around the same time like Harry. He said it was a long time coming and wasn’t too hurt about it. But he knew you were. He listened to you when you explained what happened. He was even upset for you. You smiled at him when he wiped your tears away.
You pulled him into a kiss and didn’t let go.
June 11, 2022: Today is the day you were supposed to be walking down the aisle in Italy.
You wanted to be alone today. You told Sebastian this and he understood. He said he had to fly to NYC to audition for a new movie. You wished him luck when he left your home. You spotted a paparazzi on the corner. You ignored it and kissed him goodbye with a wish of good luck. He winked and smiled at you.
Now, you were sitting in front of your wedding dress in your living room.
You loved this dress. It was everything you had ever wanted in a wedding dress. You loved the delicate lace you had chosen. Every inch, every fabric, every detail was hand chosen by you. You wanted to feel like a Princess on your wedding day. And this dress was meant for a queen. Now you wondered what to do with it.
You’d never wear it now.
You sip on your second glass of red wine, cross your legs as you adjust yourself in the chair you had set across the dress, and just admired it.
You sit there for what feels like hours, just looking at it, because its gorgeous.
It’s your dream dress. You sigh as you set your glass down on the table next to you. You go up to your dress, your fingers caress the soft material, and you pull it into you. You close your eyes and let yourself imagine how today would have gone if life was perfect.
You see images of your rehearsal dinner, the reception you had chosen overlooked the ocean, flowers everywhere with a long aisle walkway that would have lead you to Harry, you imagine the smiles and tears of your families, you can imagine the tears Harry would have in his eyes as you walked down the aisle with your veil covering your face, you picture his face when he lifts it and mutters “wow”, you can see the smile on your face, you can feel his lips on yours for a moment when the first kiss happens in your mind, and your heart tugs in your chest. You see it.
You can see yourself and Harry… being happy.
Why did he have to ruin everything?
You snap out of your trace when you hear a knock on your front door. You take a deep breath in as you let go of your dress.
You walk over to the door and open it to reveal Harry.
Your mouth parts, eyebrows fur, and you take him in. He’s standing in front of you, wearing a cream colored tuxedo, the suit he was supposed to wear today, and he’s holding a pair of baby pink peonies. Your favorite.
“We were supposed to get married today,” he says.
His voice almost feels foreign to you. It had been so long since you had seen him. So long since you had heard his voice.
You nod in confusion, “I know.”
Your mouth suddenly feels dry.
“Can I come in?” He asks you, he peers over your shoulder as if to check if someone is with you, and you stand aside to let him in.
You’re still shocked wondering what on earth is going on.
He walks inside, his feet halt when he sees your wedding dress hanging in the living room, he sees the red wine and chair in front of it, and he wonders if you were day dreaming of what this day could have been too.
You shut the door quickly, praying that noisy pap left, and lock your door before turning to look at Harry.
“What are you doing here?” You ask as you start to fumble with your fingers.
He licks his lips before answering. “I wanted to see you today.”
“Why?”
“Because we were supposed to get married today.”
“I know,” you say slowly as you walk around him. Back to your dress. “Before you left me, yes. We were.”
You can hear him sigh lowly behind you.
“Put the dress on,” he says and you gape at him, you turn to look at him, and scoff.
“Are you insane?! I’m not putting this on.” You cross your arms as he paces in his place.
He sets down the peonies on your center table, gently.
“Please, Y/N. There’s something I want to show you.”
“Okay? Show me then.”
“You need to wear the dress first.” You stare at him and he stares back.
You huff as you debate on listening to him. A small part of you is wondering what his plan is. You wonder if there’s an ordain outside. You laugh in your head at the thought.
He’s not that crazy, you think. You hope.
You reach for the dress, pulling it close to your body, and make your way to change without looking at Harry.
You change in your bedroom, huffing as you strip down, cussing at yourself for doing this, and stop because the dress fits like a glove. It feels fantastic against your body.
You look at yourself in the full length mirror. Your lip quivers, barely, but you don’t allow yourself to cry. Not right now. You look beautiful. You don’t have an ounce of make up and your hair is loose. But you feel beautiful in your dress.
This dress makes you feel like a Princess. Even if you aren’t getting married today. You feel eternal.
You fix the few strands of your hair falling over your face. You take one last look at yourself and walk back to the living room.
God, why are you doing this again?
You stop in front of Harry, who is still standing there waiting for you, and it’s exactly as you pictured it mere minutes ago. His face breaks out in a smile, tears are in his eyes, and you can’t help but give him a small smile in return as you break out in an awkward laugh. This feels surreal and a little weird. So much has changed between you two.
Today should have been the best day of both of your lives.
Should have been.
He gulps down the lump in his throat, clears it, and reaches into his pocket for his phone.
“I promise I will leave after this,” his voice quivers.
“After what?” You ask. You hold onto your wrists and peer up at him.
“After our first dance,” he says, he clicks something on his phone, a Melody starts playing, and he reaches out for you.
You let out a shaky exhale and stare at his hand.
Before you can think too much, you take his hand and he pulls you into him with a twirl. You hit his chest with a light thump, your head lands on his chest, one of his hands is holding your waist, the other in your hand in yours as he leads you, and you allow your arm to wrap under his to relax it on his back. It feels weird having him so close to you after all this time.
The familiar Melody fills your ears, your eyes close as hurt fills your chest, the song Ed had written for you both fills the room, and Harry slowly sings along in your ear.
“And darling I will be loving you ‘til we’re 70
And baby my heart could still fall as hard at 23”
Harry moves you, swiftly, and you feel a heavy weight on your chest.
You cling onto him, tears spring into your eyes, but you continue to dance. His head lays on you top of yours, you can feel his heart racing. You wonder why he’s doing this.
Why is he here? Does he enjoy watching you suffer?
Why is he with Olivia and doing this with you? This isn’t fair to you.
But you can’t explain why your heart still races when you see him and why you wish today was still your wedding day.
You can’t explain why you are wishing you were both in Italy right now. Surrounded by your closets family and friends. Dancing to this song in front of them. And not in your living room. Not crying sad tears, but crying happy-love tears.
“Oh darling, place your head on my beating heart
I’m thinking out loud
That maybe we found love right where we are”
The song ends too soon and you both don’t move. Harry sways you for a little bit longer in silence.
He slows down, gives you a twirl, and lets you fall into his arms. He slowly leans down to you as you both stare at each other. He pulls you into him, slowly again, and sets his forehead against yours.
“I will never stop apologizing for what I did to you,” he confesses.
You grip onto his arms, your eyes closed, and you sniffle.
“The worst part about all of this is that a small part of me is still in love with you,” you confess to him as well, opening your eyes to look at him, and he’s already staring at you.
His eyes glimmer with hope.
Before he can say something you speak again, “And I hate myself for it.”
His face falls in anguish.
“I have an amazing man that wants to be with me. He’s shown me every single day for the past months that he wants me. Only me. And I am still hesitant on trusting him,” you pull away from Harry’s hold, “because of what you did to me. And he knows that.”
Harry’s eyes shut in hurt, his lips are quivering, and he starts playing with his rings. You wipe a single tear away from your cheek as you continue, “He understand why I am hesitant, but he is still trying!”
“Losing you was my biggest mistake and regret. I will never stop regretting what I did,” he says hopelessly with his arms flailing out.
“Then why are you still with Olivia?” You bite back at him and wait for his response, you take a step away from him.
“I… I don’t know,” he says looking down and then at you with remorseful sad eyes.
“You made it clear that I was never enough for you. So please get out of my home and go back to her.” You stomp towards your door, pull it open, and look at him expectantly as angry tears start to fall down your cheeks.
Your breathing is uneven and you’re shaking.
He walks towards you and faces you, “I never wanted this to end this way.” His thumb caresses your chin. You pull away from him.
You turn your head and don’t met his eye.
“You made your bed.”
You can still feel him staring at you, he walks out your home, and you shut the door quickly.
This scene reminding you of what happened last time Harry was here and you curse yourself for letting him in once again.
You rush into your bedroom, tears still streaming down your face, you pull off your wedding dress, you feel disgusting, and you fall onto the floor with your dress underneath you.
You gasp a sobbing breathe in as you wrap your arms around yourself. Your palms are sweating, heart is racing, you feel yourself becoming dizzy, your chest is tightening, angry hot tears run down your cheeks, and your taking big breathes in to calm yourself.
This has never happened to you before.
What’s going on?
You can’t move your body to try to remember where you left your phone. To call for help. For someone. Anyone.
You suddenly feel a pair of strong, warm, safe arms wrap around you. You gasp as your eyes are watery and fuzzy as you smell Sebastian’s warm scent filling your senses.
You can hear him saying something, but everything is faded out. His arms are wrapped around you tightly, you let yourself go limp in his arms, and you can feel his chest humming with his words. Your hands clutch onto him.
The world slowly starts fading in.
You can hear him repeatedly, whispering softly sentences into your ear, “You’re okay.”
“You’re having a panic attack.”
“You’re safe now.”
He repeats the same three sentences for you honestly don’t know how long until your sobs turn into whimpers.
Your mouth is dry and your voice cracks when you ask, “What are you doing here?”
He kisses your wet cheek when he finally hears your voice. His arms don’t let you go.
“Honestly…”
“I was waiting for my flight already. I was scrolling on my phone…. Then I saw an article online about Harry being spotted in a suit in London. I just had a feeling he was coming here,” he says.
He doesn’t sound upset or angry.
He sounds sad. Sad for you.
You stay silent. You turn your body more into him as he allows. He starts caressing your hair.
“Want to talk about it?” He asks you, he pushes a strand of hair away from your face. You shake your head with a no, he only kisses your forehead, and continues to rock you in his arms.
“You’re safe with me.”
You lay there on the floor with him, your heart calm, but your mind is still running wild with thoughts.
“How did you get in?” You question.
“I used my key.”
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Day 3 of being “shadowbanned”
I honestly had no idea what ‘shadowbanned’ even was until it happened to me!
I posted power part 3 on Tuesday morning. By the afternoon, I hadn’t received not even one like. Which was pretty surprising to me, which isn’t something I’m saying like “oh I’m so good” no it’s because I know I have a lot of people who like this small series and have followed me because they want to follow the series. So I was confused and kind of really really torn up about it. I even reblogged it in hoping to get more interactions.
Then I noticed it wasn’t coming out in any of the tags. I couldn’t even find myself in the search bar. My message tab was completely gone and I couldn’t even reply to any comments on MY OWN posts.
I was so heart broken 😭💔 I currently still am!! I’ve already messaged tumblr support 3 times. Once a day since this started. I’m hoping it’s only a bug that they can fix. 😔
So I have POWER part 3 ready to post and HEATHER part 3!! I even started writing part 4 of power! I’m so anxious for you guys to read my new stuff!!! So hopefully this problem gets fixed soon!! 🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻
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For my followers that followed me to keep up with POWER... if y/n does happen to move on... who would it be with?? Any suggestions???
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Is there anywhere I can read up more on your powers AU/ideas?? It seems really interesting!
I actually haven’t written this all down yet properly!! I share a server with Star and just posted some ideas in the AU discussion page and she wrote a wonderful drabble around it. However, I’ll give the brief lowdown now, because I can and I’ll write up the master post of everything tomorrow!
So the basic idea is that humans are an evolved form of Pokemon and thus most humans have some kind of power related to a Pokemon move or a Pokemon’s appearance. Some humans are starting to be born without these abilities, case in point Goh and Sonia, whilst others are starting to get mutated forms of their parent’s/grandparents ability, case in point Ash.
Sort of like Quirklessness in MHA, Goh is bullied at school for not having a power of his own and has powers used against him. He also feels that his parents are deep into their work because they have a failure of a son (they aren’t, they love him to bits but they aren’t around enough to say it). He was mostly raised by his grandma, and even then spent a lot of time researching Pokemon and by extension abilities to learn more.
Ash, on the other hand, has a pretty powerful ability. He can control nature, basically, as a mutation of Delia’s own Growth power that grew plants stronger and faster than normal that helped with her restaurant. In a backwater place like Pallet, Ash was considered a freak and a monster by the citizens for his ability and thus kept it a secret from almost everyone until Goh because he didn’t want them to see him as a monster as well.
The story follows canon... until about episode 2 of Journeys with the fateful encounter, the two slowly falling in love, Goh trying at being a detective figuring out Ash’s ability and being the first to know what it is, how it all started with a vase of Gracedia flowers. It basically becomes Journeys but with flower powers and the boys becoming an item before my take on the Darkest Day arc... which I only just finished planning tonight as a matter of fact...
So, yeah. I hope that covers the jist of it for now. It’s really late here but I’ll make a post tomorrow morning when I wake up regarding everything you need to know about this AU.
Thanks for asking! :3
#SapphAsks#firstfriendshipping#PowerAU#goh#ash ketchum#Basically taking Sinnoh lore and turning it into an AU
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