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I’m overflowing with mushy feelings from all the kindness omgggg😭 I am super happy you like these two and that you could feel how much they miss and need each other! I really wanted this one to be more intense on showing how they love each other and how they really are soulmates. I also am jealous of a fictional character because I’d love a love like theirs 😭😭 thank youuu for saying you liked the smut and for supporting this series💖

Soulmate Smells: Snow Globe

Masterlist: Here

CW: Obsessive soulmate behavior, smut (use of good girl one time lol), tiny bit of angst and a little dash of jealous Harry.

Tag List: @umadirectioner @styleswithaseaview @sunflower-tia @tulips4harry @gmikaelson @fangirl509east @howling-wolf97 @outofthisworl-d @namoreno @blckburd @triski73 @mema10 @angeldavis777 @maudie-duan

Word Count: 9.7K (oops)

A/N: I am combining the request for a jealous Harry as well as some angst so hopefully y’all enjoy! Don’t worry everything ends fluffy and this isn’t the last time you’ll get jealous Harry in this series✨

Summary: Harry has to go out of town for a few days and it’s hard on both of you ✨

Leaving for trips or tours hasn’t ever been that hard for Harry, yes he’s had people he would miss as well as events such as birthdays and holidays he wishes he could be around for but normally the goodbye process before a trip is relatively easy. That all changed when you entered his life unexpectedly at a farmer’s market just five months ago. You’ve become the center of his universe, the person that he loves more than anything and it actually pains him to even just be down the hall from you so he really doesn’t know how he’s going to handle being across the country from you for four whole days.

He tried moving the trip and even went as far as contemplating just canceling the whole thing because it’s all for one meeting that he said could be done on zoom, to which he got a quick no as a response due to the fact he already pushed this meeting back two weeks and they need him to finalize some artwork. The second thing is he’s due for an appearance at his brand’s pop up shop in New York, which he tried to call in sick for but they weren’t buying it having teased him about him just being a little lovesick and reminding him his fans miss him and just want to see him for a few hours while shopping his newest product line. And one thing about Harry is that he adores his fans, loves them to bits but even the ego boost he will undoubtedly get and the lovely time he knows he’ll have being surrounded by them he just can’t stomach the idea of you not being there by his side for it.

When you told him you couldn’t go, he knew there wasn’t anything he could do to change your mind because if you could move things around to make the trip work you would’ve because he’s not the only one who’s going to be suffering when he leaves. You might not be as vocal about it but being alone ever since meeting Harry isn’t something you enjoy, you hate the feeling of your world being slightly off balance due to the feeling of being so utterly incomplete anytime he’s gone, even if it’s just for a trip to the store or he’s going to the kitchen to get you a glass of water, you miss him.

Missing him is different than the way you miss anyone else, it’s a pain you feel deep down in your chest that starts off like a small twinge between the ribs but the longer he’s gone the more it festers into a throbbing sort of ache in your heart that you swear is going to cause it to rip in half. So you’re not sure how you’re going to survive the days without him but you try not to think about it or you’ll end up a mess on the floor and in true Harry fashion he will do something dramatic and possibly end up not going, and you know he needs to go he has companies to check in on and a career to get back to.

“Will you bring me back a souvenir?” Your question has Harry’s mouth twitching as he holds back a teasing smile while you watch him walk around the bedroom gathering a few last minute things.

“I’ll bring you back the Statue of Liberty how’s that sound?” He says with his back facing you as he stands in front of the dresser so he can grab a pair of socks to shove in his carry on bag.

“Sounds lovely as long as it’s in a snow globe with a sign that says I love New York.”

“Baby a snow globe? Really? That’s what you want?” He asks as his eyes bounce around his open jewelry box that sits on top of the tall dresser that holds all of your sweaters and cardigans in the walk in closet.

“Yes I’ll put it with that ceramic orange you got me from the thrift store because you said something about oranges being our fruit.” This has Harry pausing as he looks over his shoulder and into the bathroom where your vanity is, a smile stretching across his face when he sees the ceramic orange sitting next to the small bottle of perfume you now only wear on very rare occasions due to the side affects it has on him.

“Oranges are our fruit that’s just a fact love.”

“When is the last time we’ve even eaten an orange? And don’t you dare say last weekend when we had mimosas because that doesn’t count.”

“It has nothing to do with us eating them.” He answers with a small laugh as he closes his jewelry box and walks out of the closet. “It’s because that’s the first thing I got a whiff of when you walked in front of me- you smelled like sugary oranges.” Harry feels his heart start to pound in his chest as the memory of when he first saw you swirls around in his mind.

“That got left in the forest right? That’s what you said I smelled like when you were rubbing your nose all over my wrist on your knees in the middle of-”

“I love you-so much it’s more than likely going to be my cause of death but can we please not go back there right now?” You bite back a laugh as Harry stands in the doorway of the closet with a hand on his hip and the other resting over his heart. “I can’t get all lost in how you smelled or looked that day or I’ll miss my flight and as nice as that sounds Jeff would probably kill me.”

“Sorry I’ll behave.” You huff making Harry give you a quirk of his brow as he watches you lean your back against the headboard. “Continue with your last minute packing I’ll just sit here.” You inform him as you gesture to the half full duffle bag at the end of the bed that he’s been tossing random things into. It’s when you poke your bottom lip out just a bit that has Harry immediately clued in on what you’re attempting, playing into his constant need to always make you happy so of course you try to pout so he’ll drop what he’s doing and dote on you, making him possibly lose all track of time and miss his flight.

“I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not going to work love.” His eyes stare into yours for a moment before you’re dropping your act and sticking your tongue out at him making him laugh as he moves towards the dresser again but this time you watch him bend down and grab one of your t shirts. “Can I borrow this? Swear I’ll bring it back-can’t promise it’ll be in perfect condition but-”

“You can just keep it you weirdo.” Harry ignores your playful insult and turns around to shove it into his duffle bag. “You’re kinda obsessed with me aren’t you?” Your voice is soft and holds a hint of playfulness that has Harry smiling as he sits on the edge of the bed so he can start putting his socks on.

“Just a bit. It’s not like I’ve proposed five times or anything like that.” He answers with a casual shrug as you crawl up behind him and wrap your arms around his shoulders while your legs wrap around his middle making him chuckle.

“Six.” You correct him before placing a kiss to the side of his neck. “You’ve proposed six times.” Harry lets out a scoff as his hands grip your knees as he leans into your hold letting his back be pulled flush against your chest.

“Baby that one time in the elevator does not count because you-you cheated.”

“I didn’t cheat you just always seem to ask me to be yours forever when you’re shoving your-”

“I’m sorry….shoving? You make it sound…so aggressive. It was a blowie in an elevator and you did that thing with your tongue so yeah that’s cheating you knew it was going to happen…you know how I get when you’re all needy.”

“Oh you love it when I’m all needy.” Your lips are right next to his ear sending a shiver down his spine and Harry has to close his eyes and try not to get too overwhelmed with the feeling of you being wrapped around him.

“You want to talk about cheating hmm?” You let out a giggle as he opens his eyes and turns his head so he can catch a glimpse of you and when he sees the corners of your lips pull upward he knows he’s caught you in your more drastic attempt to keep him home. “This is a bit beyond cheating though this is just cruel.” He says with a sigh as he grabs your hands that are not so subtly running up and down the part of his upper chest that his half undone button up shirt is giving you access to. “Gonna miss these.” He mumbles as he gives a few kisses to your knuckles before placing them back on his chest while you rest your cheek on his shoulder, giving into your loving touches having decided he might as well savor the feeling of your hands on him while he can.

“You love New York.” You remind him as he runs his hands up and down your thighs that are bracketing his sides as he sits between your spread legs. “You’re going to have so much fun.” You tell him with a smile as you place a kiss to the side of his neck. “Your fans are going to fill you up with so much love and affection and I know you’ve missed them so this is going to be good-for you and them.” You reassure him in that soothingly sweet tone that has him relaxing under your touch and all he can do is let out a hum in response because he knows you’re right, this is going to be good for him and his fans.

The buzz of Harry’s phone makes the energy in the room shift, both of you know it’s a notification telling him his driver is here to take him to the airport. You give the side of his neck a quick kiss before you’re unwrapping yourself from around him, letting him stand up so he can turn around and offer you his hands to help you up off the bed. It’s a silent walk to the front door, Harry’s duffle bag in one hand and yours in the other that he gives a small squeeze to before letting it go.

“I love you.” Harry hates how your voice already sounds watery as you stand in front of him. He drops his bag to the floor and cups your face in his hands, his thumbs softly running over your cheekbones.

“I love you too.” He whispers before leaning down and placing a kiss to your forehead as your hands come up and wrap around his wrists. “I’ll be back before you know it okay?” You give him a sad nod as he takes one of your hands and puts it over his chest letting you feel the steady rhythmic beating of his heart under your palm. “It belongs to you-you know that don’t you baby? Every part of my heart is yours. You put all my broken pieces back together the first time you looked at me. Made it whole again and now it’s all yours. I’m all yours.” The tears start rolling down your face as soon as you hear him sniffle and lean his forehead against yours.

“I’m all yours too Harry.” You tell him softly, he just lets out a sad sigh as he pulls you into him, your tear stained cheek rests against his chest and his arms wrap around your shoulders. “I’m going to miss you so much.” You mumble into the fabric of his shirt as a new wave of tears starts to slip down your face while you wrap your arms around Harry’s middle pulling him as close as possible.

“I’m going to miss you so much you’ll be lucky if I let you have any time away from me when I get back-gonna have to pry me off with a crowbar.” When he hears you let out a small chuckle even though it’s very sad and pitiful sounding he feels like there’s a tiny bit of hope this won’t end with you a pile of tears on the floor and him a disastrous emotional mess the whole plane ride to New York.

“Don’t-don’t forget my snow globe.” You remind him as he sniffles and lets out a laugh while leaning down to press his lips to the top of your head.

“I won’t forget your snow globe baby don’t worry.”

“I am worried because you always forget things when you’re in a rush or your head isn’t on right.”

“Oh and what makes you think I’ll be rushing or that my head won’t be on right?”

“Because I won’t be there.” He can’t even try to argue with you at that, because he will be rushing, rushing to get back home to you and his head won’t be on right because it’ll be filled with thoughts of how much he can’t wait to see you and how he wishes time would move just a little bit faster over the next four days.

“Bit freaky how well you know me.” This earns him a squeeze as you turn your head and place a kiss to the fabric of his shirt, right over his heart. The sound of a car horn honking from the driveway makes a long sigh slide past his lips.

“I’ll see you later?” You ask him as you pull away, and it takes everything in him to not fall apart right then and there at how red your cheeks are, how pink the tip of your nose is and how watery your eyes are as they look up at him. He gives you a nod as one of his hands comes up to rest on your cheek.

“I’ll see you later.” He tells you before he presses his lips against yours in a kiss that tells you all the things he wishes he could stand there and say, but mainly it’s full of love. “I love you.” He says before giving your lips one last little peck.

“I love you too now go before you miss your flight.” You wipe at your eyes as he places a quick kiss to your forehead before he grabs his duffle bag and takes a step towards the door. You watch him pause as his hand rises up to grab the doorknob, his head turning to look at you over his shoulder.

“Do I really-”

“Yes you really have to go-we will be okay.” You assure him with a small smile that has him just nodding as he turns and opens the front door. You let out a giggle when he quickly rushes over and gives you one last kiss, the smile he gives you when he pulls away doesn’t quite reach his eyes but you don’t say anything because know he’s trying his best.

You stand in the doorway and watch him climb into the back of the black suv, when he rolls the window down you blow him a kiss that he makes a big deal about catching and shoving in the pocket of his button up. He waves at you as he starts to drive away, you wave back and stand there until the car is past the front gate and turning onto the street in front of the house. It’s not until you can no longer see the taillights of his car that you feel the reality set in and the weight of his absence starting to hit.

You let out a long sigh as you close the front door and stand there looking around the house that suddenly feels extremely empty and the tiniest bit colder without Harry around to brighten and warm it up. You know it’s dramatic and the tiniest bit pathetic to already miss him as much as you do but you can’t help it he is literally your other half, the person that makes you feel loved and complete, so when a few tears slide down your face you don’t bother trying to stop them or tell yourself to get a grip and suck it up, you just stand there and let yourself feel it. The sinking feeling of your heart slowly falling into the pit of your tummy, the way you feel slightly off balance as if one strong gust of air could send you toppling over and the nagging voice in the back of your head that’s whispering things about how you’ll never be happy without him and how silly you were for letting him go.

A light buzzing sound catches your attention and knocks you out of your thoughts that were mere moments away from having you being to spiral into a miserable pit of sadness. You quirk a brow as you walk into the kitchen where your phone is sitting on the island and when you pick it up your eyes scan the screen and see it was just an Instagram notification. But then as you hold the device in your hand it’s as if he knew you were in the need of saving from yourself, a perfectly timed message from Harry pops up on your screen and has your eyes softening and a quiet chuckle leaving your lips.

Just saw someone selling oranges and grapefruits on the side of the road and nearly lost it and turned back around.

Before you can type out a response two more messages from him pop up and they make a smile take over your face as you read them because even though you feel lonely, you aren’t actually going through this alone. Harry is in the same boat as you, he’s just a bit more dramatic about it.

Does it make me pathetic to say that I miss you so much already that I’m contemplating retirement so we never have to do this again?

Actually don’t answer that because I already know I’m pathetically and wholeheartedly in love with you. I’ll call you as soon as I land.

Harry doesn’t think he’s never been more unhappy in his entire life than he is right now, in fact he knows he’s never been this downright miserable before and it has nothing to do with the people sitting around him that are quietly talking and laughing amongst themselves. He’s glad they are mingling with each other and not relying on him to be their source of entertainment as they are sat at a long table in the middle of the one business dinner Harry let Jeff talk him into adding to his short trip to New York. His miserable and sour mood actually has everything to do with the one person who’s not in attendance, the person he wishes more than anything would magically walk through the door of the restaurant and take the empty seat on his left.

That person is you.

Unbeknownst to him the side effects of your absence is starting to cause cracks in the facade he’s been putting on while in front of company, giving little glimpses of just how truly unhappy he is now that he’s going on the second full day of being across the country from you. His eyes don’t have that glimmer of boyish mischief in them, his smile doesn’t produce his signature dimples, his shoulders are in a constant state of being slumped down and every time he hears a phone go off a flash of hope crosses his face as he checks his phone that’s been attached to his hand since he left you waving him off in the doorway of his house. But when he realizes it wasn’t his phone that dinged the corners of his mouth droop down into the most pitiful pout it almost makes Jeff want to call you and tell you to book a flight and come save your boyfriend from himself.

“What’s she doing right now?” Mitch asks as he places his half empty glass of wine down on the table. Harry lets out a sigh as he looks at his phone to check the time.

“Working for another-hour and a half then she has some sort of dinner thing with a few coworkers afterwards.” Harry answers with a hint of sadness mingled in the tone of his voice that Mitch immediately picks up on. “Can’t call her until she’s done working so I’m just…waiting.” He explains making his long haired friend quirk an eyebrow but instead of asking for more information he just lets it go, not wanting to possibly bring Harry’s mood down any further than it already is.

The thing the two of you found out the hard way on the first full day of him being gone is that if you allow him to call you or FaceTime you during work hours you’ll end up getting close to nothing done. Harry being the loving and respectful man that he is accepted your rule of no calls during the work day, but the loophole he discovered quite quickly is that you never said he couldn’t text you or send you voice notes. So that’s exactly what he’s been doing, texting you constantly and sending you his random rambling thoughts he gets throughout the day and you respond when you can and even send him a few voice notes back during your lunch break giving him a recap of your day so far.

“You really like her huh?” Harry turns in his chair so he can really look at Mitch who has a genuine look of curiosity on his face because in all the years he’s known Harry he’s never seen him like this.

“Like her? No I don’t like her.” Harry states firmly as he lets out a sigh and runs the hand that’s not holding his phone through his hair. “I’m so in love with her it feels like I can’t breathe when she’s gone.” Mitch keeps his facial expression in check as Harry tells him exactly how he feels about you. “She’s what keeps me steady so now I feel all off and…it’s like a constant pull ya know? Like if I got up right now and just started walking my feet would take me right back to her…right back home because she-she’s everything.” For the first time in nearly two days Mitch watches a full blown grin take over Harry’s face and his eyes soften at the edges as he talks about you.

“I’m happy for you.” Is all Mitch says as he reaches over and gives Harry’s shoulder a nice pat. “I can’t wait to meet her.” He adds with a soft smile.

“Oh you’ll love her-not as much as I do but still you’ll like her she’s-” Harry’s sentence gets cut off but the sound of his phone vibrating and his eyes nearly pop out of his head when he sees it’s you, and you’re not just sending him a text but actually calling him. He doesn’t even say anything to Mitch before he’s scooting his chair out and bringing his phone to his ear as he walks towards the the back corner of the private room the dinner is taking place in.

“Harry?” Your voice saying his name has Harry letting out a deep sigh feeling like he can finally breathe again now that he has your sweet voice in his ear.

“Hey baby is everything okay? Aren’t you still at work?” His mind starts to frantically race with ideas of all the things that could be wrong but before he can truly begin to spiral you let out a laugh.

“Everything is fine.” You reassure him as he runs a hand through his hair. “The office got out early because we have that team building dinner tonight so I’m just in the closet deciding what to wear.” A smile creeps its way back onto Harry’s face as he imagines you sitting on your fluffy stool in the middle of the closet staring at your clothes with a cute little look of concentration on your face as you try to narrow the options down.

“Nothing too short…or tight…or sleeveless…don’t you have that lovely pink and white turtleneck? Just wear that and some jeans.”

“It’s summertime I’m not wearing a turtleneck.”

“Fashion has no seasons my love and you look so good in it.”

“How do you know it looks good? You’ve never seen me in it.”

“Don’t have to. You look good in everything.” Harry has to hold back a laugh at the loud huff of frustration that comes out of you.

“Did you really try to tell me fashion doesn’t have seasons?” You question as he hears what sounds like hangers being moved letting him assume you’re digging through your racks of clothes.

“Yes because it’s true…you can wear whatever you want whenever you want sweetheart.” You just give him a hum in response as his eyes scan the room to see if his absence from the table has been noticed by anyone yet. “And that includes your pink and white turtleneck.” He says with a playfulness that seems to only ever reveal itself when he’s talking to you.

“I do love your opinion but I’m leaning more towards the navy blue dress with the white and yellow flowers.” Harry nearly drops to his knees as you describe the dress you’re wanting to wear, it’s one he bought you in hopes he would be one of the few people who got to see you in it but now as fate would have it he’s feeling as if he’s the only one who won’t be getting to see you in it.

“Baby you can’t-”

“I can’t what Harry?” His heart is starting to beat faster as your words come through the phone with the smallest hint of an emotion he’s never experienced from you before or at least not yet, anger. “I can’t wear what I want to a dinner with my coworkers?” Your harsher than usual tone has the color draining out of Harry’s face as he realizes what exactly it is he said.

“No no sweetheart that’s not it I don’t care what you wear…I mean I care because I care about everything you do and picking an outfit is important and I want to help but that…that dress just…I haven’t gotten to see you in it and I’m just I don’t know? Feeling a bit…jealous.” He knows he sounds ridiculous but it doesn’t stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth in a quicker rate than normal and he knows that if anyone is going to understand the weird train his thoughts are on right now it’s you, his other half.

“Jealous?” Your voice is softer now after you let his words sink in for a moment. “Jealous of what?” Harry looks down at his feet with a pitiful sounding sigh.

“Of everyone else that’s going to get to see how stunning you look in it.” The soft little cooing sound you let out has his heart rate returning to normal because he knows that sound, it’s one you usually give him as you stare at him with soft round eyes and a silly smile on your face before you cup his cheeks in your soft hands and give them a little squeeze.

“You’re so damn cute.” He lets out a chuckle as you let out a soft sigh. “Fine I won’t wear the dress but I’m also not wearing a turtleneck.”

“Yeah that’s probably smart I wouldn’t want you to have a heatstroke or something while I’m not there to look after you.”

“You’re not fooling me Harry I know you’d love to use that as an excuse to come home early.”

“If I want to come home early I don’t need an elaborate excuse love I’ll just tell them my wife-or sorry my girlfriend needs me and I’ve got to go.”

“You’re not nearly as smooth as you think you are.” You tell him with a laugh that makes his tummy fill with butterflies. “Jessica is coming over in a bit we’re riding to dinner together is it okay if she stays in the guest room if things get too rowdy?” This has Harry’s brow quirking as he looks up and places a hand on his hip.

“You don’t need to ask permission to have someone stay over baby but uh…uhm well are things g-going to get uh a little…rowdy tonight?” He struggles to get his words out in a way that doesn’t make him sound like a controlling boyfriend because honestly Harry just wants to know if he can expect any drunk calls later.

“I don’t plan on it because the man I like to get a little rowdy with is all the way in New York.” Harry lets out a very obvious sigh of relief that has you giggling as he hears the sound of rustling sheets letting him know you just laid down on the bed. “But Jessica is a tiny bit of a lightweight-love her though she’s very sweet but red wine turns her into a party animal.”

“God I miss you.” He doesn’t mean to let it slip out, doesn’t want to ruin the moment but he can’t help it and when he hears you go silent he knows that’s exactly what he’s done.

“I miss you too.” The emotion in your voice nearly breaks him and he has to shake his head and swallow the lump that’s forming in his throat when he hears the faintest sound of a sniffle coming from your end of the phone. “I love you…I’m sorry I snapped at you I just-”

“I know it’s okay…I love you too.” He says trying to gently as possible cut you off before you can start to go on an emotional rant. He knows this needs to be the end of the conversation, having been tucked away in the back of the room long enough that Jeff has looked over at him twice and the two of you are both teetering on the edge of breaking down. “Call me when you get home okay? Use the driver and the card I left for you please.”

“Okay…text me when you’re home for the night.” This is the part he hates the most about phone calls with you, he never is quite ready to say goodbye and neither are you. So he does it for the both of you, so you don’t have to ever to feel bad about being the one who hangs up first.

“I will. Bye sweetheart I’ll talk to you later.”

“Bye Harry.” He ends the call with a frown on his face and a light stinging sensation in his eyes that has him clearing his throat and attempting to blink the tears away as Mitch stands up from the table and slowly approaches him with a drink in his hand.

“It sucks being in love sometimes.” Is all Mitch says as he offers Harry a drink before standing next to him.

“Yeah.” Harry agrees with a heavy sigh as he brings the glass up to his lips to take a sip. “But I still wouldn’t give it up for the world.” He adds with a smile as he thinks of you and how in just a little over thirty six hours he’ll have you wrapped up in his arms and feel whole again.

Harry feels like his skin is buzzing with all the excitement and anticipation that’s running through his body, his leg is bouncing and his hand is tapping on the top of his thigh as he gets closer and closer to home, to you. The moment his driver pulls onto the very familiar street his heart starts feeling like it’s being squeezed deep in his chest, as if it knows you’re nearby and is longing for the feeling of being home. The last day and a half of his trip went by in a blur of meeting fans and looking at artwork for an upcoming project and if he’s being honest with himself Harry would admit that it felt nice being back in the mix of things but it didn’t stop the dull ache in his chest and the emotions that would build up in his voice whenever he’d have to end his daily phone calls with you.

When he gets dropped off outside the front gate he thinks his cheeks are going to get sore from the size of the grin that spreads across his face. As he walks through the gate he hears it, the sound of a door opening and when he looks up you’re running out the front door and down the steps and before he can even think twice he’s sliding his duffle bag off his shoulder letting it fall to the ground with a thud and rushing towards you. The two of you practically crash into each other, your arms wrapping around his neck while his hands cup your face. His lips instantly find yours and he swears he feels as if he could cry tears of pure happiness at the immense amount of relief he feels having you back in his arms. He can feel the ache in his chest fading away as your lips move against his, he tilts your head up deepening the kiss while you pull him closer to you.

“God I missed you.” His words are mumbled against your lips. “So fucking much.” He says softly as his lips find your jaw, kissing their way down to your neck.

“I missed you too.” You tell him with a sigh that has him smiling against the soft skin of your neck, you tilt your head a bit giving his lips more access making him let out a little moan when he gets a whiff of your perfume you dotted behind your ears.

His hands are everywhere, sliding down your arms to your hips until finally he’s dipping both hands into the back waistband of your bike shorts and firmly grabbing at your ass. You let out a soft chuckle at the loud groan he lets out as he gives your backside a harsh squeeze before his lips are once again on yours. The kiss turns heated quickly as Harry moves a hand to your hip while the other slides into your hair to tilt your face exactly where he wants it. When he pulls away and his green eyes lock with yours it’s as if suddenly Harry realizes you’re really standing in front of him and he really is home and the way he stares at you has your heart pounding in your chest.

“Hi baby.” His voice is hushed as if he doesn’t want to ruin the moment by being too loud, you can’t help but smile as he gives your hip a squeeze.

“Hi Harry.” You whisper before leaning in and placing a kiss to his lips, when you pull away your eyes look over his shoulder towards his duffle bag that’s on the ground. “Hope my snow globe wasn’t in there.” You joke and Harry’s eyes go wide and a slight panic flashes across his face making you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Damn-knew I was forgetting something.”

“Harry are-”

“I’m kidding sweetheart.” He says with a laugh as his hand slides down to the side of your neck. “I just like it when you get all whiney for me.” You try to roll your eyes but he’s nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck and kissing his way up towards your jaw, making your eyes close when he gets to the spot just below your ear.

You let out a quiet moan when his hand that was on your hip slides past the waistband of your shorts, the pad of his thumb gently pressing over your cloth covered clit. Your hands grip the tops of his shoulders as his mouth nips at your jaw while his thumb adds a bit more pressure that sends a shiver down your spine and a moan to fall from your lips. The sound of your moan makes something click in Harry’s mind and he’s sliding his hand back up to your hip making you let out a pitiful whine and your eyes to snap open.

“I’m sorry baby m’not trying to be mean.” His voice is rough and low in your ear as he pulls you flush against him so he can feel your chest pressed against his. “But your moans…your little whines and sighs…and especially your little screams of my name when I make you feel good…those are all just for me.” He says between kisses down your neck. “I don’t wanna share them with the whole neighborhood.”

“That makes you sound a bit possessive.” You tease but Harry just shrugs as he pulls away from your neck, his lips only a breath away from yours.

“That’s because I am.” He murmurs, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “But that’s to be expected with how obsessed I am with you.” You smile against his lips when he presses them into yours. “Now come on let’s get inside before we get another letter from Mrs. Baker across the street about what’s appropriate for the front yard and what’s not.”

“She’s too nosey for her own good-we have a gate so I don’t even know how she can see what’s happening in our yard.” Harry just chuckles as you roll your eyes and take a step away from him so he can turn and grab his duffle bag. “Besides all I was doing was washing the car.” This makes Harry give you a look as he slings the strap of his duffle bag onto his shoulder. “What? It’s true I was just-”

“Baby you know damn well you weren’t just washing the car you were practically naked and-”

“Excuse me? I was in a swimsuit.”

“Not for very long if I remember correctly.” He mumbles as he places his hand at the back of your neck giving it a tiny squeeze before the two of you start walking towards the house. You just let out a scoff and reach over and smack his chest with the back of your hand making him laugh.

“You’re so annoying.” You say with a laugh as he pushes the front door open letting you walk in first. The moment the door closes with a soft click Harry is tossing his bag to the side and when you turn around to face him you watch his eyes roam over your body leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

“I missed being able to look at you…getting to watch the way your eyes get all soft when you look at me or how your mouth twitches just a bit when you’re fighting off a smile-god I don’t know how I went four whole days without being able to really look at you.” His words have your cheeks getting warm and your heart feeling like it’s melting as he takes his time looking you over, wanting to take in every inch of you that he’s missed while he was gone. He gives you a smile that has your knees threatening to give out, you watch him slowly walk towards you not wanting to rush anything not even his steps.

“The house felt too quiet-too cold without you in it.” Your voice gives away the emotion you feel creeping up into your chest as you remember how empty the house felt without Harry around. He sees the way your mouth turns down ever so slightly and he closes the distance between the two of you, his hands cup your cheeks and his lips press against yours in a kiss that has your eyes closing and your hands tangling into his hair.

“I slept with your shirt every night because it smelled like you.” He admits as he rests his forehead against yours. “I had it over one of the spare pillows and I’d cuddle it but it didn’t cuddle back or steal the covers in the middle of the night like you do-or tuck it’s icicle feet between my legs to warm them up like you do and it sure as hell didn’t wake me up in the middle of the night to walk with it down the hall to get water just in case there’s a ghost in the kitchen.” You roll your eyes as he pulls away with a chuckle.

“Firstly I don’t steal the covers you just don’t ever have a good grip on them. And secondly you never know when a ghost is gonna decide to show itself and what if it’s the one time I go get water at two in the morning by myself?”

“Baby I’ve lived here for years and haven’t seen a single ghost and you most definitely steal the covers it’s quite aggressive if I’m being honest.”

“Maybe they just don’t like you-you’re too loud for them-aggressive? Says the man who will roll over in his sleep and pull me into his chest and hold me there with his annoyingly muscular arms that-”

“That you like to bite.”

“It was one time and I even asked you if I could do it because-because sometimes you just look…bite-able.”

“God I missed this.” You quirk a brow as Harry’s hands slide down to the side of your neck and a silly grin spreads across his face. “Missed these little debates we get into-I love how riled up you get when you’re arguing with me.”

“This isn’t arguing Harry.” You tell him with a small laugh. “This is just bickering like-”

“An old married couple? Because I wouldn’t mind bickering like that but there’s just the issue of us-”

“Not being old?” The playful glare he sends you has you biting back a smile.

“You’re so mean to me.” He says with a small whine as he leans in and places a kiss to your lips. “One day you’ll let me propose to you-I just know it.” He teases between little pecks to your lips making a you let out a fit of giggles as he pulls away.

“Did you really sleep with my shirt on a pillow?” Harry’s eyes soften as they stare into yours while he gives you a small nod. “Because I slept with the hoodie you like to wear to the gym.” You admit with a slight flush rushing to your cheeks that has Harry grinning down at you as if you just told him you loved him for the first time.

“My sweaty old gym hoodie? You slept with it?” You just nod shyly as his hands drop to your waist. “I knew my girl was a freak.” He jokes with a smile as he bends down and grabs at the back of your thighs and in one swift motion your legs are wrapping around his middle and your arms are around his neck. “I love it.”

“I’m not a freak-I wash that thing at least once a week so it wasn’t that sweaty and gross.” You argue but Harry just shakes his head as he carries you down the hall to the bedroom.

“No no sweetheart I tossed that in the dirty clothes bin before I left.” You let out a small huff as he gently places you down on the bed, his hands on either side of your face as he hovers over you. “Just admit it baby you slept with it straight from the laundry basket because you secretly love when I’m all sweaty and gross.”

“It just smelled the most like you…like cologne and a bit of sweat mixed with the smallest hint of that lavender fabric softener we just bought.” You reach up and run a hand through his hair as he just stares at you while you tell him the reason behind you sleeping with his old worn out hoodie.

“Well I’m home now so you don’t have to sleep with the hoodie anymore.” He whispers as he leans down to bump the tip of his nose into yours before pressing his lips to your forehead. You smile as he kisses the tip of your nose and then your lips before he stands at the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving yours as he grabs your ankles and gently pulls you closer to the edge of the bed so your legs are hanging off. “Can I see all of you baby? Haven’t gotten to see you spread out for me in days and…it’s honestly killing me.” His voice is almost desperate as his hands run up and down the outside of your thighs as he stands between them, waiting for you to give him a nod before he slides them up to the waistband of your shorts.

His movements are slow as he slides your shorts and panties down your legs, wanting to really take his time with getting to see all the parts of you he’s missed so badly over the past four days. You feel a familiar warmth spread through you as his eyes hungrily drink you in as you sit up just long enough to pull your shirt over your head and toss it to the floor along with your bra leaving you completely bare for him. His eyes darken as he bites his bottom lip and it’s as if his eyes don’t know where to focus going from your plush thighs up to your breast and he licks his lips when he glances down and sees your glistening core, but when they travel up your neck and lock with yours that’s all it takes for Harry to lose what was left of his control.

“Fuck you’re so pretty.” He groans as he swiftly pulls his shirt off, you have to hold back a little giggle when he fumbles with the button and zipper of his jeans before sliding them down and kicking them off behind him.

“And I’m all yours.” You tell him as if you already knew what he was going to ask, he gives you a smile as he tucks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers so he can tug them down in one quick motion. You swallow thickly as your eyes roam down his toned chest admiring the ink on his well defined stomach before they make their way down to his hard cock that he has a hand wrapped around, giving himself slow pumps.

“Shit I’m not gonna last-I just know the moment I have you wrapped around me I’m gonna burst.” He warns as he grabs ahold of your thighs, spreading them further apart so he can settle between them with the tip of his cock at your entrance. Both of you let out deep moans as he slowly starts to push into your wetness, feeling the ultimate sense of relief now that you can finally feel whole again after so many days of feeling as if half of you was missing.

“Fuck I’m never leaving you again baby-can’t be away from you-from this.” Harry says with a sigh as you feel every inch of him push into you until he’s got you reaching that blissfully full feeling that you only get from him. “Won’t survive it-being away from you again. Nearly lost it not getting to feel you like this for four days-was torture.” He admits shamelessly as his hips find a slow and steady rhythm that has you letting out a soft moan.

“Missed how good you feel.” You say with a moan that has Harry grabbing one of your legs and bending it at the knee so your foot is resting on the footboard of the bed letting him get deeper with each controlled thrust of his hips. “Oh god.” Harry smiles as he watches your eyes close and your hands reach out to grip the sheets at your sides, loving the way you look when you’re experiencing a type of pleasure only he can give you.

“I missed your little noises-always sound so pretty when you’re moaning for me.” You let out a loud moan of his name when the tip of his cock hits that spot deep inside you, Harry keeps his steady pace even when he feels your walls start to flutter and pulse around him. “Tell me baby did you use those pretty little fingers on yourself while I was gone?” He asks as you let out a soft gasp when he places the pad of his thumb on your clit rubbing tight slow circles that he knows drives you a little mad because much like everything you experience with Harry, it just makes you want more.

“N-no.” You answer with a sigh as he increases the pressure of his thumb. “Waited for you-you to make me feel good.” When you open your eyes Harry is already looking at you with a small smirk on his face and a lust filled gaze.

“I’m the only one who makes you feel this good isn’t that right? The only one who makes you feel nice and complete.” He quickens his pace as he leans over and places a kiss to your knee. “The only one who knows how to love you the way you need.” His words have your eyes welling up and a mixture of emotions swirling around in your chest making your heart start to beat faster. You try to push the emotions down, not wanting to ruin the moment the two of you are in the middle of.

But of course Harry notices the shift, he sees the tears gathering in your eyes and the way your cheeks get a blotchy type of flush to them and it has his hands running soothingly up and down your thighs. When you let out a soft little whimper of his name he feels as if his heart is being squeezed in a vice, his hips still and before you can process what’s happening he’s leaning over you and wrapping your arms around his neck, picking you up in one smooth motion to straddle him as he sits at the edge of the bed.

“You don’t have to say anything.” He whispers as he places a kiss to your forehead as his hands rest on your hips, he lets out a deep breath before resting his forehead against yours. “I know it’s a lot-going from missing someone so badly it hurts…to feeling completely whole again all in the same day.” He explains softly making you bring your hands up to cup his cheeks, pulling away just enough so your eyes can find his.

“It just-I really do love you so much.” Your voice is strained but Harry watches your lips pull upwards into a small smile. “It just sort of…hit me all at once because you-you really do love me in a way that no one else can even begin to understand and I didn’t realize just how empty I felt without you until now and…I missed you so much.” You do your best to try to explain to him how you’re feeling and Harry just runs his thumbs over the soft skin of your hips and listens, not rushing you or getting bothered by how many little pauses you take, he just lets you go at your own pace because he knows telling him how you really feel about him is still something you’re getting comfortable with.

“You love me how much?” He asks as a grin slowly spreads across his face. “Come on baby tell me again how much you love me.” You pull him in for a kiss that he deepens by bringing a hand up to the back of your head pulling you closer to him, you feel his cock twitch inside of you when you roll your hips as he slips his tongue past your parted lips.

“Harry.” You say breathlessly as you pull away from him and start to roll your hips in a more steady pace, Harry’s grip on your hip tightens as he helps guide your movements.

“I’m here. I’m right here.” He mumbles as his lips find your neck while your hands grip onto the tops of his shoulders. “Not going anywhere-I’ve got you baby.” He reassures you, his breath warm on your skin as your hips quicken their pace feeling the coil in your lower tummy tighten as you feel Harry’s cock go deeper with each roll of your hips.

“I love you..so much.” You feel him smile against your collarbone before placing a kiss there.

“I love you too.” He says with a smile as he pulls away so he can look at you. “Want you to make a mess all over my lap baby. Show me just how much you missed me.” His voice is low and lust filled as he slides his hand down to grab at the soft flesh of your ass.

You let out a whiney moan as Harry starts to thrust his hips making the tip of his cock hit the spot deep inside you that has your eyes closing and your head tilting up towards the ceiling. Harry brings a hand down to cup one of your breasts giving it a nice squeeze before rolling your hardened nipple between his thumb and index finger making you let out a moan that goes straight to his cock. You dig your nails into the tops of his shoulders as his thrusts turn harsher, fucking up into you at a pace that has the coil snapping in your lower tummy, Harry lets out a groan as you start clenching and pulsing around him.

“That’s it baby-oh fuck you feel so good.” His name tumbles out of your mouth over and over as your orgasm hits you hard. “That’s my good girl-give it all to me baby make a mess.” He pants as you let out a moan when he gives you a harsh thrust, his own release quickly building as your hips slow down their pace.

“Can you fill me up Harry? Please-want it so bad.” You beg as his hands fall to your hips, his grip tightening as he fucks his cock up into you with harsh thrusts of his hips.

“Anything you want baby-I’ll give you anything you want.” He says as he gives you one last hard thrust before he’s pressing his lips against yours, the kiss is hungry and desperate as you feel the warmth of his release coating your walls, you moan into his mouth as his hands grab the sides of your face while you clench around him milking him of every last drop he has to give you. He only pulls away to let out a curse word under his breath when he feels your hands run down his chest making a shiver run down his spine.

“You okay sweetheart?” He murmurs as he kisses down your jaw. You give him a nod as you place your hand over his heart making him pull away from your jaw and look down at your hand. “Still belongs to you-every beat…every part of it…it’s all for you.”

“You’re such a softy Harry Styles.” You say with a smile on your face, Harry just shrugs as he leans down to place a kiss to your forehead.

“Only for you.”

“So how’d I do?” Harry asks as he stands behind where you’re sat in front of your vanity getting ready for bed, you tilt your head up making Harry instantly lean down to press a kiss to your lips, a smile on your face when he pulls away.

“You did good.” You answer as you look at the snow globe that holds the Statue of Liberty wearing a t shirt that says ‘I love NY’ that you placed next to your ceramic orange.

“Will you come with me next time?” His voice is hopeful as he places his hands on the top of your shoulders, giving them some soft squeezes. “I know you have a job that you love but if I have to leave you here and spend even a single night alone in a bed I really might not survive…it’s a sick form of torture having to try to sleep without the love of my life to cuddle with.” He knows he’s being a bit dramatic but at the same time he’s just being honest and the way your eyes go softer as you look at him through your mirror has him feeling like you might be in the same boat as him.

“Oh…well I can’t have you being tortured.” You tease as Harry bends down so he can place a kiss to the side of your head. “Yes…I’ll come with you next time.” You answer with a smile.

“God I really fucking love you.” You let out a laugh as he grabs the back of your chair and spins it around so he can lean down and grab your face in his hands. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“I love you too Harry.” He smiles as you place your hands over his that are cupping your cheeks. “I’m very happy you decided to stalk me in the farmer’s market that one day.”

“I did not stalk you baby that’s-that’s what weirdos do.” He says trying to defend himself making you let out a laugh as he places his hands on the back of your chair, bending down so he’s eye level with you.

“Uh yeah Harry…that was you on the day we met. A tall tattooed weirdo.”

“Yet you’re the one who let me take you home and have my way with you…so who’s the real weirdo here sweetheart?”

“The answer is still you.”

“Okay well…I’m your weirdo at least right?”

“Yes harry you’re my weirdo.”

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harrywavycurly · 2 days ago

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I’m sobbing omg 😭 I am so happy that you love these two just as much as I do. Thank you for being so sweet and honestly it was fun writing how missing each other so much makes them both physically and emotional unstable. These two are very special to me and I’m really reallyyyy glad this update made you feel things and wanna write this whole thing out it legit made me emo😭💖

Soulmate Smells: Snow Globe

Masterlist: Here

CW: Obsessive soulmate behavior, smut (use of good girl one time lol), tiny bit of angst and a little dash of jealous Harry.

Word Count: 9.7K (oops)

Summary: Harry has to go out of town for a few days and it’s hard on both of you ✨

“Will you bring me back a souvenir?” Your question has Harry’s mouth twitching as he holds back a teasing smile while you watch him walk around the bedroom gathering a few last minute things.

“Sounds lovely as long as it’s in a snow globe with a sign that says I love New York.”

“Oranges are our fruit that’s just a fact love.”

“When is the last time we’ve even eaten an orange? And don’t you dare say last weekend when we had mimosas because that doesn’t count.”

“That got left in the forest right? That’s what you said I smelled like when you were rubbing your nose all over my wrist on your knees in the middle of-”

“Baby that one time in the elevator does not count because you-you cheated.”

“I didn’t cheat you just always seem to ask me to be yours forever when you’re shoving your-”

“Don’t-don’t forget my snow globe.” You remind him as he sniffles and lets out a laugh while leaning down to press his lips to the top of your head.

“I won’t forget your snow globe baby don’t worry.”

“I am worried because you always forget things when you’re in a rush or your head isn’t on right.”

“Oh and what makes you think I’ll be rushing or that my head won’t be on right?”

“Do I really-”

Just saw someone selling oranges and grapefruits on the side of the road and nearly lost it and turned back around.

Does it make me pathetic to say that I miss you so much already that I’m contemplating retirement so we never have to do this again?

Actually don’t answer that because I already know I’m pathetically and wholeheartedly in love with you. I’ll call you as soon as I land.

That person is you.

“What’s she doing right now?” Mitch asks as he places his half empty glass of wine down on the table. Harry lets out a sigh as he looks at his phone to check the time.

“I’m happy for you.” Is all Mitch says as he reaches over and gives Harry’s shoulder a nice pat. “I can’t wait to meet her.” He adds with a soft smile.

“Harry?” Your voice saying his name has Harry letting out a deep sigh feeling like he can finally breathe again now that he has your sweet voice in his ear.

“Nothing too short…or tight…or sleeveless…don’t you have that lovely pink and white turtleneck? Just wear that and some jeans.”

“It’s summertime I’m not wearing a turtleneck.”

“Fashion has no seasons my love and you look so good in it.”

“How do you know it looks good? You’ve never seen me in it.”

“Don’t have to. You look good in everything.” Harry has to hold back a laugh at the loud huff of frustration that comes out of you.

“Did you really try to tell me fashion doesn’t have seasons?” You question as he hears what sounds like hangers being moved letting him assume you’re digging through your racks of clothes.

“Baby you can’t-”

“Jealous?” Your voice is softer now after you let his words sink in for a moment. “Jealous of what?” Harry looks down at his feet with a pitiful sounding sigh.

“You’re so damn cute.” He lets out a chuckle as you let out a soft sigh. “Fine I won’t wear the dress but I’m also not wearing a turtleneck.”

“Yeah that’s probably smart I wouldn’t want you to have a heatstroke or something while I’m not there to look after you.”

“You’re not fooling me Harry I know you’d love to use that as an excuse to come home early.”

“If I want to come home early I don’t need an elaborate excuse love I’ll just tell them my wife-or sorry my girlfriend needs me and I’ve got to go.”

“God I miss you.” He doesn’t mean to let it slip out, doesn’t want to ruin the moment but he can’t help it and when he hears you go silent he knows that’s exactly what he’s done.

“I will. Bye sweetheart I’ll talk to you later.”

“It sucks being in love sometimes.” Is all Mitch says as he offers Harry a drink before standing next to him.

“God I missed you.” His words are mumbled against your lips. “So fucking much.” He says softly as his lips find your jaw, kissing their way down to your neck.

“Hi baby.” His voice is hushed as if he doesn’t want to ruin the moment by being too loud, you can’t help but smile as he gives your hip a squeeze.

“Damn-knew I was forgetting something.”

“Harry are-”

“That makes you sound a bit possessive.” You tease but Harry just shrugs as he pulls away from your neck, his lips only a breath away from yours.

“Baby you know damn well you weren’t just washing the car you were practically naked and-”

“Excuse me? I was in a swimsuit.”

“Baby I’ve lived here for years and haven’t seen a single ghost and you most definitely steal the covers it’s quite aggressive if I’m being honest.”

“That you like to bite.”

“It was one time and I even asked you if I could do it because-because sometimes you just look…bite-able.”

“This isn’t arguing Harry.” You tell him with a small laugh. “This is just bickering like-”

“An old married couple? Because I wouldn’t mind bickering like that but there’s just the issue of us-”

“Not being old?” The playful glare he sends you has you biting back a smile.

“My sweaty old gym hoodie? You slept with it?” You just nod shyly as his hands drop to your waist. ��I knew my girl was a freak.” He jokes with a smile as he bends down and grabs at the back of your thighs and in one swift motion your legs are wrapping around his middle and your arms are around his neck. “I love it.”

“I’m not a freak-I wash that thing at least once a week so it wasn’t that sweaty and gross.” You argue but Harry just shakes his head as he carries you down the hall to the bedroom.

“Harry.” You say breathlessly as you pull away from him and start to roll your hips in a more steady pace, Harry’s grip on your hip tightens as he helps guide your movements.

“I love you..so much.” You feel him smile against your collarbone before placing a kiss there.

“Can you fill me up Harry? Please-want it so bad.” You beg as his hands fall to your hips, his grip tightening as he fucks his cock up into you with harsh thrusts of his hips.

“You’re such a softy Harry Styles.” You say with a smile on your face, Harry just shrugs as he leans down to place a kiss to your forehead.

“Only for you.”

“You did good.” You answer as you look at the snow globe that holds the Statue of Liberty wearing a t shirt that says ‘I love NY’ that you placed next to your ceramic orange.

“Oh…well I can’t have you being tortured.” You tease as Harry bends down so he can place a kiss to the side of your head. “Yes…I’ll come with you next time.” You answer with a smile.

“I love you too Harry.” He smiles as you place your hands over his that are cupping your cheeks. “I’m very happy you decided to stalk me in the farmer’s market that one day.”

“Uh yeah Harry…that was you on the day we met. A tall tattooed weirdo.”

“Yet you’re the one who let me take you home and have my way with you…so who’s the real weirdo here sweetheart?”

“The answer is still you.”

“Okay well…I’m your weirdo at least right?”

“Yes harry you’re my weirdo.”

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harrywavycurly · 2 days ago

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Oh Lord...🫦

(Went to Pinterest for a picture of Zayn, ended up making a collage of lhh, is this what they call an obsession?)

#i am a long haired Harry whore 24/7 365 and the extra day on leap year baby #harry styles #lhh #my little lanky baby

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harrywavycurly · 3 days ago

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Thank you!!!!!! I love you!!!!!!!

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