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Back To London

Emily x Harry

"I'm freezing." Emily mentions rubbing her arms even with her sweater on, still not used to the cold temperatures in London.

And she honestly loves visiting Harry's family, there's something about their house that just makes her feel like it's her home too, she thinks it's something very important.

"Well, I know a way we can warm up." Her fiancé purrs climbing into bed with her, and when he catches her in his arms, Emily giggles shaking her head.

"Oh no, we're not going to have sex with your mother and sister downstairs in the living room, what if they hear us?"

"They're not going to hear us, plus we can be extra quiet." He starts kissing her neck and she knows that if she doesn't stop him now, she won't be able to later.

But she doesn't need to say anything, for days now she has been feeling sick, her head hurts, her breasts are tender and swollen, even if she gets enough sleep she is tired, she feels nauseous every morning, she even still remembers how the night before she threw up her dinner.

And her period is a week late.

"I think I'm pregnant." She spits out suddenly, feels Harry stop and even though he still has his lips pressed to her neck, he is no longer kissing her.

She doesn't know why she's so afraid, they're getting married in a couple of months, everything in their relationship is going great and they both have a good job as well as stable.

It should be the perfect moment, but why does she feel she is not ready yet?

"Really?..." he asks softly pulling away from her to sit on the bed, Emily mimics his action while nodding her head.

"I was going to tell you until I was sure but...I-" She sighs, she wants to search for the right words but if anything, are there any? "The idea hasn't left my head and honestly it kind of scares me." She finally confesses.

Her fiancé's face at that moment is hard to read, she doesn't know what's going through his mind or what he'll say next, but it terrifies her.

"Can you tell me something?..." She insists.

He opens his mouth, thinks he's going to say something but closes it again before combing her hair back and then takes her hand to pull her to him, making her sit on his lap.

"Love, I'm kind of...I don't have words." When Harry lets out a chuckle kissing her cheek, it's as if a huge weight is lifted from Emily's shoulders.

Maybe her fear was that he didn't want to have a baby.

"I mean, it's not a sure thing yet but...I think the symptoms I have are pretty telling. Umm I bought a test last night, I was going to get it done but I didn't-I didn't." She explains.

"How about we find out now, petal?" Harry tucks a lock of hair behind his fiancée's ear.

She nods smiling before sighing and getting up to walk to the dresser in front of the bed, under the clothes she pulls out the home test box. Her heart races and she swears the nausea returns.

But her train of thought is stopped thanks to Harry's presence, he hugs her waist from behind and noisily kisses her cheek.

"Come on..."

And with that they both make their way to the bathroom, Emily is the first to enter and he follows, she carefully opens the packaging where the test awaits, she carefully reads the instructions written on the box.

1.Urinate into a cup or directly into the absorbent end of the test mid-flow for 5-10 seconds

Although Harry and Emily have had sex before, this is something different so she still expects some privacy, he knows her so well that it doesn't take him long to turn his back on her. He wants to be present all the time.

She pulls her pants down along with her underwear until they are a puddle on the floor, sits on the toilet bowl and places the proof between her legs.

"Everything in order?" he asks.

"Yeah, I think so...I think I'm going to throw up. I'm scared." She replies, Emily can feel her hands shaking.

"It’s okay , we're in this together, do you need help?"

"No, I'm just going to pee. Don't turn around."

2. Wait for the results. This may take 2 to 10 minutes for the full results to appear.

While Emily reads the instructions, her fiancé hums some Fleetwood Mac tunes and it really helps distract her from all the swirling emotions she is feeling.

3. If the result is positive, two pink marks will appear on the test, if the result is negative, only one of the marks will appear.

"Finish." She warns stretching his arm to the sink where he leaves the test, Emily is quick to wipe herself and pull up her pants.

She flushes the toilet once she stood up, her stomach twists and those 10 minutes feel like an eternity for both of them.

Harry notices how his fiancée trembles as his eyes are focused on what outcome will appear, if someone ask him. He would love to be a dad, he wants to start a family and even though they haven't planned to start now, he wouldn't mind doing so.

He hugs her around the waist pressing his lips against her forehead, feels her small hands touch his back on his shirt. Emily is terrified and he knows it.

"Why are you so scared baby?, you're not alone...and believe me if we have a baby now, it will be wonderful." He murmurs against her skin.

"What if I'm not a good mom?...."

The Brit frowns, quizzical at what he just said. He's also scared but honestly can't wait to have children with Emily. Taking care of them, living in a beautiful house with a big garden where they can play. It all sounds like a dream.

"Why do you say that?" he asks pulling away from her slightly to look into her eyes, she is on the verge of tears, her pretty eyes are full of tears and he can tell.

She shrugs her shoulders.

"Hey...we will learn together. The first step is to love our baby and I don't think that's hard work." He lets out a chuckle caressing her cheek with his thumb before stealing a kiss.

Emily kisses him again grabbing him by the shirt, he wraps her in a hug and then his gaze falls on the test.

His heart races as he pulls away from his fiancé and takes her in his hands.

"I'm pregnant."

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Heeeey ✨ i hope you liked it, if there are any misspelled words, feel free to tell me 🫶

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Morning Run

Current Harry X Reader

It's a Monday morning in Los Angeles, a sunny and perfect day for a morning run.

Of course for Harry because Leviee doesn't plan on getting up at 8:00 a.m. to go for a 2.5 mile run with her boyfriend in sportswear.

"Good morning, love." She hears the purr of his British accented voice brush her ear "I know you're awake, so it won't work to pretend you're still asleep."

"I'm not going running with you, H. It's too early and-"

"And a perfect way to start the day, come on. We can stop by for a bagel and a coffee. It'll be fun, bunny." The Brit interrupts her by kissing the skin of her bare stomach.

"What do you say, you’ll come with me?" she purrs still with her lips attached to her.

And well, it's complicated to say no to him.

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She's gonna kill him, she swears she will.

They have been running for over thirty minutes and Leviee feels like she is about to collapse on the ground if they don't slow down, Harry looks fresh as a daisy, he greets the other runners and the nice elderly ladies with a smile.

"Hazz...stop." She gasps but her boyfriend pays her no attention.

Then as she is about to reach out her arm to take his hand and stop him, her feet stop working properly causing her to stumble to the ground.

And Leviee thinks about how it hurts like hell to feel the small stones scrape against her skin and how she wants to disappear in that moment.

"Love..." She hears Harry's voice and how he quickly helps her into a more comfortable position. "Hey, what happened." He asks softly shaking the dirt off her clothes and looking at the red, scraped and bruised skin on his girlfriend's knees and hands.

His heart aches.

Leviee feels like a little girl at that very moment, she wants to cry from the burning on her skin and the embarrassment of how people look at her as they pass by.

"Are you okay bunny?, we should go home. I don't want these wounds to get infected." She hears him mention before he slips his arms under her body to lift her bridal style back to the car.

They couldn't even have their breakfast outside because she was stupid enough to fall down, she ruined everything.

At least that's what she thinks.

On the drive over, Harry was so sweet to Leviee, she could have melted right there. He kept kissing her hand, telling her how much he loved her and offering her a thousand things to do when they got home.

"You wait here, love. I'll go get the emergency kit." He says once he sets Leviee down on the bed and disappears into the bathroom.

Besides the fact that her head feels like it's going to explode, her stomach growls from lack of food and her skin still burns with the slightest touch.

"I'm back, let me see" He mutters leaning down in front of her so he can heal her.

"Will it hurt a lot?" she raises her gaze to Harry with puppy dog eyes.

"Just for a few seconds, petal. It'll be worse if you don't let me clean it up. Will you be good to me and let me clean it up?" a shiver definitely runs through her body as her boyfriend's voice seems to deepen further.

"Okay, I'll be good..." She replies earning a smile from him.

When she least expects it, the small cotton ball with disinfectant touches the irritated skin making her give a little jump on her spot and hiss at the contact.

"damn it." She grunts and hears H's light chuckle.

"I'm just finishing up, bunny. You're doing great."

Then she closes her eyes feeling the last touches on her knees before only the cool sensation remains.

"All clean, your majesty." Harry smiles standing up to throw the used cotton pads in the waste basket before returning to her.

"Thank you...sorry to ruin your morning run”

"Don't be silly, bunny." He laughs lightly as he cups her cheeks kissing her lips briefly "Now tell me what you would like for breakfast. I can prepare or order whatever you want, I'm going to spoil you."

Harry definitely loves his morning runs, but he loves Leviee much more.

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Man Bun

Harry x Reader

Lennie loves it when Harry ties his hair up.

She definitely loves to see him with his curls tied up in a disheveled bun, old athletic shorts and tattoos in full view, humming a tune while playing the guitar resting on his chest.

She likes this intimate side of him, it makes her feel like it's really just the two of them at times like this.

"What are you thinking about, love?..." Her boyfriend's voice brings her out of her thoughts.

Then she smiles slightly before answering. "That I'm so lucky to have you and that you look great with your hair tied up." She shuffles her body slowly until the tips of her feet touch his thigh because she is hugging her knees sitting on the couch next to him.

"Oh yeah?..." A smile appears on her face, it's one of those that make Harry's cheeks sink, making the dimples present. "You like to feed my ego, don't you, pretty girl?" He sets the instrument aside so he can stretch his tinted arms out to Lennie's body.

"I like to be honest, H." She lets out a giggle when she feels the curly man's hands take her to pull her on top of him.

She's wearing a The Rolling Stones t-shirt that belongs to him and underneath only white panties that fit her almost perfectly. Lennie never felt she was on par with her former partners but Harry taught her not to compare herself to other people because it was only going to hurt her.

"You look gorgeous in my clothes, you know that, petal?. I love seeing you in my shirts." He mumbled lowering his hands down to her ass covered by the thin fabric of the underwear to squeeze a generous amount of it. "It makes me so hard to see you like this." He leans toward her to kiss her lips shortly.

"Harry..." Lennie murmurs when he pulls away just inches. "You look like a horny teenager trapped in the body of a 22 year old man" She teases.

"It's not my fault you're hot and making me act like a horny teenager."

"Oh, now it's my fault, Mr. Styles?..." She hugs his shoulders smiling with a hint of perversity in her gesture.

"You're definitely playing dirty, love." He growls before catching her lips again in an kiss.

Their mouths move in a constant battle in search of dominance as Lennie from one moment to the next has started to move her hips back and forth feeling him harden beneath her.

"Stop if you don't want me to drop my pants right now and fuck you on this couch." Harry's voice comes out as a command and a plea at the same time.

She can't help but giggle against his lips and slowly stop moving as she breaks from the kiss to see her boyfriend's green eyes darkened probably by the desire inside him.

"You should finish writing, tomorrow you'll go to the studio and you'll probably want to have finished the song by then." Lennie strokes his cheeks as he rests his hands on her plump thighs.

"I can't do that with the image of you naked in bed in my head, bunny." She sighs catching her bottom lip in her teeth.

"Well...maybe if you finish early we can do something in the bedroom." She smiles before leaning down to kiss his mouth.

Harry doesn't waste the opportunity to make the kiss last a little longer and turns it dirty again in a matter of seconds. His slippery hands are already once again cupping his girlfriend's ass. It makes Lennie laugh but he's too focused to notice.

"I love you so much, petal." He says in the middle of the kiss, his breathing slightly labored and his shorts on the verge of bursting. "And you make me so fucking hard."

She can't help but shiver in anticipation of being fucked by his hot boyfriend but she must hold her ground because she knows Harry has to work on the album after a couple of weeks of vacation.

"I love you too..." She gasps reaching for the brown curls but remembers she has them tied up in the black elastic band.

The image of Harry with his hair tied up makes her moan because it reminds her of the times he would do it to shove his face between her legs for hours or for the simple fact that it was too hot but either way he looked fucking hot.

Harry's ringtone makes them break apart as if Anne will walk in the door and see them in this embarrassing situation.

"It's Jeff." He says with his chest rising and falling. "I'll call him later..." He mumbles about to go back to what they were doing seconds before.

"Pick up, honey. It must be something important for him to call on a Sunday afternoon." She laughs in agitation and somehow thanks him mentally because she doesn't think she's resisted another minute without giving in.

The Brit gives in without even grumbling and answers the call, which turns out to be a simple reminder to go to the studio early the next day and ask about her weekend.

"Okay, bye man. Take care" He hangs up and returns his sight to his girlfriend.

"You look hot when you talk on the phone." It's the first thing out of her mouth when their eyes connect.

"And the horny teenager is me, right?" He raises an eyebrow as he smirks.

"Shut up and take me to the bedroom, Styles."

"Your wish is my command, your highness." Harry mutters before kissing her mouth shortly and grabbing her by the thighs to head upstairs.

Lennie loves it when he ties his hair up.

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So i tried a new style, i think i will start using names. If you like me to use yours you can comment down below and in the next shot I’ll add you <3 thank you sm for reading 💕

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Freak

Harry x Reader

𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙚

SMUT WARNING

It's Valentine's Day, a joyful and romantic day for many, for others not so much.

But this time you have planned something different to spend the day, a dirty idea came to your mind the night before just when Harry called her to sleep.

"I'm home, petal!" You hear his voice from downstairs.

You take one last look at yourself in the mirror, you're wearing a pretty pink lingerie set, with nice lace details and over that a white dress sheer enough for him to see underneath it.

When you look around the room you sighs with a smile, the champagne rests in the small bucket with ice, there are two glasses on one side next to the bowl of strawberries and on the other a scented candle.

Then you hear your boyfriend's footsteps coming up the stairs, chelsea boots echoing in the hallway until he reaches the bedroom, opening the door slowly.

A smile appears on his face, holding the small cake next to a bouquet of red and white roses.

"What's all this?..." Harry walks towards you.

"Our Valentine's Day date." You reply grabbing your boyfriend by the neck to kiss him slowly. "I thought we could stay home this time and do other things." You mumble against his mouth

"You did all this and I just brought you your favorite cake and a rose." He grimaces.

"I love it." You reply taking both gifts placing them on the dresser.

You turn to see your boyfriend still standing in the middle of the room, probably analyzing your outfit.

"Would you like some champagne?..." You walk over to him grabbing the collar of his shirt as you feel warm hands run down your waist.

"I'd rather know what that little head of yours is thinking." Harry bites his lip lightly.

"Don't you want to find out better, Daddy?" You're being very brave calling him by that nickname.

Normally you're very shy, you usually leave the dirty talk to Harry because you think it's hotter when he does it. You see him raise both eyebrows almost in surprise, you also feel him tighten his grip on your hips slightly.

"Is that what you want?..." His voice gets thick and deeper as he guides you to the bed. "For me to fuck you like the dirty princess you are?"

You are cheeky nodding your head, holding onto Harry’s broad shoulders. Your eyes connect with his, the green turns dark and his jaw seems to tighten.

"Words, Y/N."

"Yes daddy." You sigh.

A victorious smile appears on Harry's face, one where his dimples are present and his lips are curved upward together.

"If that's what you want, then I'm going to give it to you." It's more like a promise than anything else.

He wastes no time in laying you on the bed, the gorgeous white dress riding up a little higher up your thighs exposing a portion of your pink panties. Harry puts his hands on his shirt, slowly unbuttoning button by slow button, watching your reaction carefully. You on the other hand become anxious as you watch him, the tattoos decorating his torso and arms. You always liked to focus on them when everything he gave you was too much to bear.

Finally he's alone in his half-tight black pants, tight enough to see the bulge between his legs.

"What am I going to do with you first, love?..." He asks taking the edges of your underwear and sliding it down your legs.

"Daddy..." You close your eyes feeling Harry's thick, ringed fingers roam up and down your thighs.

"Shh, I'm deciding if I want you to cum on my fingers first or in my mouth."

You have to bite your lip as you hear him speak, plus he's already sticking his tongue out to lick a wide strip that runs from your wet entrance to your clit.

"Oh shit!" you curse as you arch your back and your hand holds your boyfriend's long, curly locks.

"I couldn't help but taste you, bunny. You taste so sweet." He smiles this time as your digits make room between the wet, velvety walls. "Will you be a good girl for me, are you going to cum on my fingers and then on my cock?" Harry is direct as he pumps two of his fingers in and out of your tight cunt.

"Yes Daddy." You gasp grabbing his wrist because you feel like you're going to fall into some kind of void at any moment. "God..."

He enjoys the sight of you, all flushed and whimpering, wiggling your hips in an attempt to ride his fingers, being greedy as only you know how.

"Are you close, kitten?" his voice snaps you out of your trance as he continues his movements.

"So close...daddy, so close" You bite your lip pulling his head back. The feeling invades the pit of your stomach, it becomes a knot that you soon let flow soaking Harry's digits.

He wastes no time tasting you again, licking and tasting the sweet nectar flowing from inside you.

"I'm not done with you. You're going to ride my cock like you did my fingers, love." He mentions once he leaves you alone to recover from your first orgasm. "Do you think you can do it, petal?"

You sigh nodding with your head, slowly opening your eyes to find your boyfriend pulling down his pants along with his underwear. His hardness slams against his stomach leaving a small wet spot on his skin. Harry is already sitting on the bed, right on the edge with his cock ready for you. You waste no time in mounting him feeling every inch of his length inside you.

"You're so big..." You moan grabbing him by the shoulders, you never seem to get used to H's size.

"I know you can take me, come on bunny." He takes you by the hips helping you rock back and forth.

You don't seem to take long to adjust to his length because you close your eyes to start moving greedily, wanting to feel him deep and full.

"I love you..." One of Harry's hands comes down to one of your ass cheeks giving it a spank to motivate you to go faster.

"I love you so much more, precious. Bloody hell if you keep squeezing me like that I won't last long." A growl comes from deep his throat.

When you finally open your eyes to see him, you're about to cry at how perfect he is, his long hair damp with sweat from his body, his lips half-open and his eyes a dark shade of green.

"I don't think I can take it anymore...I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me, Y/N." And that's all you need to get free in a few seconds before H.

You both have your breath hitching and your breasts rising and falling. He soon fills your face with kisses and finishes on your lips.

"Would you like a bath, petal. It's time for me to take care of you." He speaks over your mouth as he delicately caresses the skin of your back .

"Yeah, I’m exhausted." you let out a small laugh.

"I can imagine, I'm going to carry you in my arms. Easy."

One of the best Valentine's Days without a doubt.

This is my first smut so it’s not that good, also if something it’s misspelled, English it’s not my first language so go easy on me🥺

Thank you so much for reading 💕

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Unrequited Love

Reader X Harry Styles

It's a rainy afternoon in New York, raindrops falling furiously against the pavement. You're looking out the cab window at the city and wondering what exactly you're going to say to Harry.

That you like him more than just a friend?, that you are in love with him?, that you can't forget the taste of his lips?.

Your hands sweat and you try to wipe them on the denim of your pants, maybe you should have waited until the rain stopped; but it would have been too long and you could no longer keep that feeling that was eating you alive.

Then you see the characteristic building where Harry's apartment is, right next to the Chinese restaurant.

Your stomach does its thing, because you feel a churning inside; as if you were about to vomit the pasta and salad you ate for lunch.

"Here it is..." You say in a calm tone, almost nervous because you know what's coming.

"Okay, that's $5.24." The driver turns to look at you and you hold out the cash.

You say thank you before getting out of the cab, then walk with the rain soaking your clothes and hair, you don't pay much attention to it. When you're inside the building, you greet the doorman and a 50-year-old divorced man. He gives you a warm smile that somehow gives you some confidence.

You make your way to the elevator and press the button with the number 7, then the doors close in front of you.

"Harry, I love you..."

"Harry, I am in love with you."

"Harry, i wanna be more than just friends..."

The little bell in the elevator makes you close your mouth, you feel your heart pounding hard in your chest and that at any moment it's going to burst out of you, run to Harry and stay with him.

Yes, that's exactly what you feel.

Your eyes wander over the numbers on the corridor doors.

122, 124, 126, 128...

Until you finally see the number in gold on the white wood of the door. 131 on the 7th floor. Your hands tremble, one of them knocks 3 times on it. Your breath catches a couple of times and you almost feel suffocated.

Suddenly it's hot, no matter that the weather outside is the opposite. You feel your body covered by a thin layer of sweat and that you need a glass of water because your mouth is so dry that it is difficult to swallow saliva.

Then Harry opens the door.

"Hey y/n..."

"Hi."

You have to speak, you know you have to say another word but the dryness in your mouth doesn't help.

"I umm, can I come in?" you ask him as you settle your bag on your shoulder.

"Uh, yeah sure. Come in." Harry opens the door further and steps aside to allow you access.

You enter after a deep sigh, your feet walk inside the apartment and inspect the place, you remember every detail and it's not because you've been there many times, but you like to observe.

"Would you like something to drink?" Harry asks

And thank god for that.

"Yes, please. A glass of water would be enough."

You see him walk to the kitchen where he opens the small wooden drawer and takes out a crystal glass; then he goes to the refrigerator and presses the small lever with the glass, the water begins to fill it and you feel anxious to feel the liquid pass you parched throat.

You stop looking at him to go and sit on the black leather couch, you once sat in that very spot. That night where you and Harry talked late into the night, you remember his sleepy eyes, the sound of his voice slightly deeper which was probably due to tiredness.

"Here you go." He's in front of you, looking handsome as hell and he's extending the crystal glass to you.

"Thank you" You say as you take it and your fingers barely brush against his hand. You bring the glass to your lips and begin to sip the clear liquid, your throat feeling cool and ready to talk as Harry sits on the other side of the couch, watching you drink.

"You were thirsty, huh?"

You look at him and notice that he is completely relaxed, the complete opposite of you. His hand is made into a fist holding his head and his tattooed arm is leaning back against the backrest, on the other hand, you are sitting up straight and almost tense. When you realize you're done with the water, you take the glass between your thighs and your fingers play with the border of the glass.

"So you came all the way to my apartment just to ask me for a glass of water?" Harry asks you graciously, he has a small smile plastered on his perfect face.

"No. I actually came to...umm." Great, your throat is dry again, or actually it's just a pretext not to confess to him that you're in love with him. "I came to tell you something, Harry."

Your hands clench the crystal glass, you know that if you don't measure your strength; you can break it and suffer serious injuries.

"Tell me what?"

"I'm kind of like..."

You raise your gaze to him, your eyes studying the details of his face and make the mistake of moving down to his lips, they look more appetizing than any other day. You move closer to him, at an extremely dangerous distance, that kind of distance where there is no turning back anymore; where distance is no longer distance because your lips are pressed to Harry's.

The crystal glass slips from your hand into a space that gets caught between the couch and his thigh. It feels good, it feels so good that you swear it can touch the sky with your fingertips and then you fall. You are falling into a huge void when you feel the hands on your shoulders pull you away from that glorious kiss.

"I'm in love with you, Harry."

There it is, you finally say it.

But now you swear if you're going to throw up when she sees the expression on Harry's face.

"Y/n...I-" You take your seat away from him again, staring into that gorgeous man's eyes. "I can't."

Your world is falling apart, it's crumbling in front of you and you can't do anything to stop it.

"Listen, I'm dating Beth and well we've been in a relationship for something like 5 years, I'm going to ask her to marry me."

You can't cry now, of course not. You feel that lump in your throat, it's choking you and you really need to get out.

"I can't leave her... I'm sorry, if I misled you about how I felt. I felt that way for a moment too." Then he felt it, for a moment Harry felt he was in love with you. "But I gave myself some time to think it through and it turned out to be a confusion, you know. Maybe it's happening the same with you, love."

You don't want him to call you that right now, you can't do it. Besides, you know you’re not confused, you're in love with Harry and you're sure of it.

"There are so many guys behind you, meet new people and you'll see there are better matches than me..." He chuckles, in a failed attempt to lighten the mood.

"Yes, I think so" You reply "I...I have to go now, it was a bad idea to come here."

From where you are, the door seems so far away, as if they don't want to let you escape from that place.

"Hey, let me take you home. The rain won't stop for a while and I can't let you leave like this " You hear him say.

Harry is about to approach you, then you react in a sudden movement that makes you fall and hit your forehead with the edge of the coffee table in the living room.

“Dammit.” You curse

“Are you okay?, here. Let me help you-” Harry takes you by the waist to help you sit on the couch “I’ll go get my aid-kit. Wait here.” He tells you before disappearing again and when you think you are able to run away.

You do, you bolt off the couch towards the door to run away from the apartment, your heart shattering in your hands and your world falling apart.

Harry doesn't love you like you wish he did.

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I kinda attempted to write a sad one :( hope you enjoyed it.

Love you💓

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𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐘

It's Christmas time, snow covers much of the pavement on New York streets. It has been exactly 10 months since you last saw Harry.

You miss him like hell, the apartment feels so empty without his presence; even though he calls you every night on FaceTime to talk about your day and sometimes have some fun.

You know he probably won't be able to spend the holidays with you because the tour will run through the end of the year and he told you he planned to spend Christmas with his family. So you're on your own, you're flying next week to your hometown to be with your parents and the rest of your family.

You head to your favorite coffee shop to read some of your book you've been obsessed with lately, and drink some of that delicious hot chocolate with marshmallows floating on top of the cup. Before you could get inside, you see a couple sitting in one of the tables, and your heart aches when they kiss because they look so happy; but you're alone instead of sharing these times with Harry.

You feel the little lump forming in your throat and you pull your phone out of your purse to walk away from the coffee shop. You call your boyfriend, tears pooling in your eyes and the cold air hitting your body.

“Hey, babe. I was just about to-"

“I hate you.” You cut him off.

You hear silence on the other line so you don't expect him to answer so you keep talking.

“I hate you for making me miss you so much, for making me feel bad about being so selfish because I want you by my side right now and I-I can't have you." A whimper comes out of your mouth.

"Are you done yet, love?" he says to you and you don't even bother to answer his question. "Good, I'll take that as a yes. Now I want you to walk to Central Park, I know you go to that coffee shop nearby every day at this hour so you must not be too far away."

“I don't want to go to Central Park, Harry. I want you." You mumble and your voice sounds slightly calmer but your heart still aches.

"If you go to Central Park, you're going to have me, love..." He mentions in that tone of voice he only uses with you.

But then you react, Harry is in New York and he is here for you. Your feet walk faster making your boots clatter against the pavement; your breath hitches and you feel your heartbeat quicken.

"You didn’t...god, Harry tell me-" You say through the phone.

Central Park is only a few blocks from the coffee shop so it doesn't take you long to get there, especially since you were basically running.

You see him standing there, holding the phone to his ear with one hand and the other tucked into the pocket of the black jacket he's wearing, his hair tied back. Your eyes fill again with tears as you run to him to wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his torso.

You're crying against him, you haven't even hung up the call but it's the last thing you care about at that moment. When you feel your boyfriend's arms around you that's all you need to start feeling every part of you being reborn.

You don't depend on Harry, of course not but you missed his touch, his smell, his presence and everything about him.

"I missed you, lovie." You hear his voice close to your ear.

You lower yourself back down to the floor so you can put your feet on the ground but you're still hugging his neck, he looks up at you with a smile and his big hands cradle your face while his thumbs wipe away the tears that managed to escape your eyes.

"I can't believe you're here..." You mumble as you sniffle your nose.

"You don't know what I would do for you." He tells you before pulling you close to his lips to kiss yours. After a few seconds, you pull away slightly to meet his eyes again.

"Shall we go home?, I have a surprise for you." He whispers and his breath comes out like smoke due to the low temperature in the city.

"It wasn't necessary, H. Just having you here is the best gift you could have given me." you smile at him and he seems to fall more in love.

Harry fell head over heels in love with you because of your simplicity and charisma, not to mention that you look like the most beautiful woman in the world to him.

"I just wanted to show you how much I love you with a little something." And without further ado, you head home, holding hands as you talk and share kisses.

When you are standing in front of the house, Harry opens the door with the set of keys he has and lets you in.

"Let's go in the living room, baby." Your boyfriend says to you as he closes the door behind you. Before you go you hang your coats on the coat rack and then you go.

You smile when he sees the little puppy asleep on the couch, he has a little bow around his neck. You feel Harry's hands caress your waist and his lips on your cheek.

"Do you like it love?, I went to the adoption center myself. Since you told me when you were little you had one and it escaped I decided we could have one."

You don't answer him because you turn to hug him and fill his face with kisses.

"I love it. It's the best gift I've ever gotten." You smile and caress his face. "Thank you so much, baby."

"For you I would fly from halfway around the world to come home to you."

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