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Harry Styles talking about his girlfriend for 16 minutes video

Word Count: 1.3k Category: pure fluff Summary: A fan makes a compilation video of Harry talking about you during his LOT shows. A/N: i had tiktok!yn in mind while writing this but you don't need to imagine so! x

There were a lot of things fans looked forward to at Harry’s shows.

The outfits, the performance, the fan projects, these were all parts of what made the fan experience fun even if they weren’t present at the shows.

But it was Harry talking about you that had everyone in a chokehold.

Harry Styles talking about his girlfriend at his concerts for 16 minutes

The 16-minute video started with a clip of Harry from Manchester, blue overalls on a black and white polka-dotted t-shirt.

With his mic in his hand, he pumped his fist in the air as he barked into the mic, thousands of people copying him.

“Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!” He giggled, walking across the stage as his fans barked back at him, “I’ve never done that before. First time. I like it, makes me feel quite manly,” he joked before making the same noise again and pausing, waiting for the fans to copy him, “Ha!” He grinned, opening his hand before giggling and walking across the stage again, his eyes falling on one section before he let out a laugh, closing his eyes as he did.

He adjusted his earpiece, still giggling before bringing the microphone up to his mouth, “My girlfriend is looking me like,” he dramatically shook his head with one hand at his hip, “She’s like, what have I done to myself?” He said, giggling before raising a hand towards your section, “Sorry. I won’t take it back home,” he said before laughing, “She said ‘you better not’.”

The clip then moved to him in Oslo, microphone in his hand as he walked across the stage, pointing at a distance.

“There’s a sign here,” he began, “Can I read your sign?” He asked, getting approval from the shaking and excited fan, “Your sign says ‘I’m only here for Y/N’,” he read, smirking as everyone cheered before he turned back, laughing with the rest of the band before looking back at the fan, “Well, she’s not here tonight, mate!” He exclaimed, “You’re here for me!” He joked, pointing at himself, laughing as everyone cheered, before he raised his hand up, “She’s sadly not here tonight but I know she follows a lot of you on TikTok so I know she’ll see this,” he smiled, “For the rest of the show, you’ll have to put up with me. I’m sorry my girlfriend has a career she’d rather tend to than to watch me bark,” he joked, laughing to himself before coughing into his hand like it wasn’t the most disgusting and unhygienic thing that a person can do; an action that you had told him before gave you “the ick” despite your love for him, to which led to Harry making you explain what an ick was.

The clip then played another, being one from the One Night Only in London show.

“I had never thought I’d say cocaine, side boob, choke her with a seaview, wait,” he held his hand out before reaching out, “with my mother in the audience,” he laughed, the camera moving from him to Anne in the balcony section, waving with a grin, “Y/N almost didn’t come tonight,” Harry said, “Almost,” he brought his pointer and thumb together, squinting as he looked up, the camera then moving again, this time showing Anne with her arm around you as you laughed and shook your head, “I’m sorry!” He exclaimed.

The clip then moved on to show Harry in his yellow and blue suit in Glasgow, pointing at someone in the crowd.

“What’s your name?”

Through the cheer, the fan’s answer wasn’t heard but Harry’s face beamed, lighting up as his eyebrows were raised.

“Y/N?” He repeated, fans cheering more, “That’s a fantastic name!” He perked, giggling to himself before coughing into his elbow, “When’s your birthday? Today. Okay, we got there. It’s today!” He announced, walking back and forth on the stage, “You have an Ibrox stadium full of people, would you like them to sing happy birthday to you?” He asked her, “Okay, she would love that,” he said, “Well, that’s a shame because we’re not gonna do it,” Harry joked, “I’m kidding! We are! We are! My girlfriend would have my head if we didn’t sing happy birthday to someone who shares her name,” he giggled, “I have to make sure,” he stood closer to the edge, “Is it actually Y/N? Okay, it is. Fantastic, fantastic name.”

The clip then moved to his show in Dublin, striped green and white jumpsuit on as a fan was telling him a joke.

“Why does a duck have tail feathers?” He repeated, “Tell me,” he paused before a disappointed expression was on his face, walking away on the stage with his wireless microphone, “To cover its buttquack,” he rolled his eyes before chuckling, “Thank you for that. Appreciate it,” he sarcastically said, walking closer to where you were, looking at you before laughing, “Y/N just told me that I can’t do better,” he held his hand out, “She thinks my sense of humor is broken,” he pointed at himself, “Then she shows me absolutely chaotic TikToks with tears on her face from laughing and she’s like, ‘babe, it’s the unhinged behavior’,” he mimicked, “You just laughed at a buttquack joke!” He jokingly shouted at you.

The video moved to show another clip from his last MSG garden, Harry in his colorful jumpsuit filmed after his sign was raised in the arena, tearful eyes on the big screen as his gaze moved from the banner and toward where you stood, putting a hand to his heart as he mouthed “Thank you, I love you” to your direction before looking back up at the banner, “Shit!” He exclaimed with a grin, “It’s just blue, you win,” he said, looking back at you, “Sorry everyone, Y/N and I had a bet about the text color,” he said, walking across the stage, “I know better than to win a bit against my girlfriend.”

Another clip then played of Harry at his Cologne show, holding a folded t-shirt in his hands with his microphone, showing it to the audience as he unfolded it, beaming when he saw what was written on it.

‘I ❤️ Y/N’ was written on the chest area in bold, a printed picture of your smiling face right under it.

The fans cheered as Harry giggled, turning around to show the rest of the band before looking back at the fans, then gazing down at the t-shirt again and raising it above his head, making everyone get louder.

“Thank you,” he said into his mic, bringing the shirt back down and gazing at it before looking at the fan who gave it to him, “I love it and I’m sure I’ll embarrass my girlfriend by wearing it,” he said, “Which is exactly what I love to do.”

The video then moved to the last clip, being one from Harryween with Harry in his Danny Zuko costume, looking up at the big screen before pointing, “Is that what you’re screaming for?” He asked the audience, “Sorry,” he said, looking at Chris Olsen whom Harry had no clue who he was, “How are you, sir?” He asked.

The fan-recorded video moved to show Chris with his “DADDY?” sign up, nodding with a grin.

With a casual stride, Harry took his time before he stood, pointing at the sign, “Yes?” He answered to it, the crowd losing it before he repeated, “Yeees?” He answered before chuckling, “I fear that there may be a communication breakdown from this distance,” he joked before pointing somewhere else, “And I have a girlfriend,” he teased, laughing to himself at the wild reaction the fans gave him, “Sorry, sir, I only answer to one person, and she’s right there,” he pointed. The fan recorded the big screen as it showed you, wide eyes and mouth open in shock as you looked at your boyfriend who was too busy giggling at your reaction.

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manifestrry · 2 years ago

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let me hear you say “AYEEEEE WE WANT SOME PUSSYYYYYY!”

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manifestrry · 2 years ago

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Chasm 🫶

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manifestrry · 2 years ago

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How about YN having some late night pregnancy cravings and he goes to the store at like 3 am

ok i haven’t been feeling like writing lately but we’re gonna see how this goes, hm?

warnings: slight swearing, fluff, mentions of pregnancy

YN stirs in bed for what seems like the millionth time tonight, the annoying grumbling in her stomach making it impossible to stay asleep. She sighs in defeat as she realizes she won’t be able to sleep like this, climbing out of bed carefully so she doesn’t wake her sleeping husband.

A chill runs through her body when her feet hit the floor, and she hurries to get her swollen feet into her slippers, a small smile forming on her face as it warms her slightly. The floorboards creak quietly beneath her as she makes her way to the stairs, her hand nestled protectively on the roundness of her bump.

Her steps are careful and silent while she creeps toward the kitchen, the light of their christmas tree to her right providing just enough light for her to see where she’s going. Flipping the light on in the kitchen, she squints softly as the lights hurt her eyes for a split second before she adjusts.

She waddles over to the refrigerator and opens it quietly, bending down as much as she can with her pregnant belly to peer inside. A frown settles on her face as she scans the nearly full appliance, nothing catching her attention. So she closes the door gently and starts to rummage through the cupboards, searching for something but she isn’t sure what.

After a few minutes of looking, she gives up with a huff and decides to just try and order some food to be delivered, whatever is open. She huffs yet again as she realizes she left her phone on the bedside table, unhappy that she has to go back up the stairs just to come back down them in order to receive the food.

She makes her way up the stairs with laboured breaths, coming to a halt at the top so that she can catch her breath before heading into the bedroom. As soon as she’s stabilized her breathing, she makes her way into the bedroom, shocked to see Harry sat up in bed, looking down at his phone.

“Did I wake ye’?” she asks, upset with herself that she woke him up when he needed his rest just as much as she did.

He chuckles quietly, setting the phone down beside him before getting up and making his way over to her. He wraps her in his arms and leans down, kissing the adorable pout off of her face. “No, but the kitchen sensors did. Saw ye’ rummaging through the cupboards like a little mouse,” he teases, and she reaches down and pinches his bum at the comment, muttering something about being hungry but not knowing what to eat.

He hums softly at her response, rubbing his hands on her hips before pulling away without a word. She watches him silently as he saunters over to their closet and flips on the switch before walking in and stepping into some sweats and throwing on a jumper. Sliding his slippers on, he heads to the door before stopping and turning to his wife.

“Are you coming with me or are ye’ staying here?” he questions, a goofy grin on his face as he watches her scurry to throw on one of his jumpers as well before following up behind him. She follows him down the stairs and out their garage door, Harry helping her into the car before making his way around to his side and starting their drive.

They ride in comfortable silence, his hand resting on her thigh that’s closest to him as hers sits atop his, her thumb rubbing over the skin gently. He drives around aimlessly for a while, or so she thinks, but her face immediately lights up as she realizes where they’re headed.

He’s taking her to their favourite late night pizza place, who just so happens to have the best brownies as well as food, so all of his bases are covered. They park the car and he helps her out before heading inside, the bell on the door chiming as they enter.

An older man and a woman immediately emerge from the back where the kitchen is, their faces lighting up as they realize who’s just entered their parlour.

“Mia Cara!” the short woman shouts, hurrying over to YN and pulling her into a hug, as tight as she can manage with the woman’s protruding belly. “You’re so big,” she gushes, rubbing a hand over her belly gently.

They laugh and talk for a while, Harry and the woman’s husband chatting as well, until they switch. The older man comes to give YN a warm hug, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek before pulling away, but not before teasing a bit.

“Is he treating you well?” he teases, throwing a fake stern look to Harry, who scoffs in mock offence. “How’s my little niece or nephew doing in there?” he questions, his Italian accent as thick as ever.

“Kicking my ass everyday but at least they’re healthy,” she chuckles, rubbing her hand over the round bump. As if on queue, her stomach starts to grumble, making the other three in the room laugh as she looks away abashedly.

“Let’s get some food in you,” the woman says, making her way to the back. “You have great timing, we just put the last batch of brownies in the oven, whatever you don’t eat we’re going to give to the kids in the foster home down the street,” she calls over her shoulder, and YN hums as she finally starts to smell the food that they’re cooking. She makes her way to a table near the window, Harry trailing behind her before sitting across from her.

The woman’s husband grabs some drinks before delivering them to the couple, a small smile on his face. “The usual for you, Mia Cara?” he questions, and she nods as she takes a sip of their homemade lemonade, groaning in relief as the flavours coat her tongue.

Harry and YN chat for a while until the couple brings out their favourite pizza, a brownie in tow, taking a seat as well. The four of them happily dig in, chatting about plans for after the baby comes as they eat the delicious food.

By the time they’re all finished, Harry helps the couple clean while YN waddles to the restroom for the millionth time today, and when she comes out they thank the couple once again before heading to the car and making their way back home. She also thanks Harry on the drive home but he waves it off, telling her he’ll do anything for her and that this was nothing.

They get out of the car and head into the house, shedding off their clothing as they make it to the bedroom before climbing in, snuggling up underneath the warm blankets.

YN is asleep almost as soon as their bodies hit the bed, and Harry watches her with a fond smile, relieved he was able to make her happy.

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manifestrry · 2 years ago

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amazing as usual!

“heyyyy can you do a one shot with like very mean dom/toxic harry showing you of to his friends? :)” i accidentally posted the draft so i had to delete it :/ the ask went away as well but here it is!!! i’m so sorry for all the trouble. pls pls enjoy! i also got kinda carried away with the whole prompt lol. ALSO, SHOULD I MAKE A PART 2? <33

SUMMARY: After a very dark turn in a day out with Harry's friends, Harry becomes more possessive of you than he’s ever been. So, to show them that you’re his, he lets them have you. However, there’s only so much of that Harry can take.

Ruin

TW: VERY DARK/dom/toxic!harry x sub/innocent/crybaby!reader, spanking, dacryphilia, piss kink, SMUT WITH PLOT! squirting, fingering, cunnilingus, degrading kink, daddy kink, forced orgasms, exhibitionism, (kinda..maybe?? idk u tell me)

The sound of low, deep voices startles you awake. You lean up in the bed, patting the side where Harry usually lays. He’s not there. The time is 12:38, according to the alarm clock on the table next to you. To your surprise, Harry didn't wake you up at your required time today; instead, he let you sleep in. You whimper at the light sensitivity you're experiencing from the bright sun as you put on your slippers and go to the restroom.

After brushing your teeth and washing up, you head downstairs to see Harry leaning against the counter with a glass in his hand. He’s facing towards the couch, where two men you don’t recognize sit. They’re chatting about something you can’t comprehend, and Harry stops once he sees you waiting shyly by the railing. “How’s my sleeping beauty?” You slowly peek around the corner to look at his two friends, who are now staring at you. You never really did well with other people around, especially when you were in small space. Finally mustering up enough courage, you quickly skip into Harry’s arms which were already open for you.

You inhale the scent of him and sigh in content. Harry pets your head a few times before pulling back. He tsks at the sight of you, still in your my melody pajamas. “You know better than to be in your jammies with my company around. Go change.” Harry orders you, lightly tugging on your clothes.

“Sorry, da- Harry.” You shake your head frantically as you fight the urge to call him Daddy. You made sure when you were in little space around other people, you’d tone it down in fear of them freaking out. This time was unexpected, and you couldn’t shake yourself out of it.

“No, S’fine. These are my really close friends. You’re fine, Darlin.” Harry reassures you, now turning you around so you're facing them. “Go say hi to Drue and Jack.” He pushes you with just one finger, and you stumble their way. Drue and Jack look at you, and that’s what you’re most afraid of. The two men tower over you which only makes you slip further into little space. You turn back around and give Harry a pleading look, but he only shakes his head, narrowing his eyes. “Go. Don’t be rude.”

You decide it’s best not to talk back with his friends around. So, after returning your gaze back towards Drue and Jack, you finally stammer out a trembling “H-hi…”

“Well, who’ve we got here?” Jack says, a warm smile plastered on his pale face. “I- I’m Y/n, nice to m-meet you..” You respond just how Harry taught you for when you’re in littlespace, and you hear him let out a satisfied sound behind you.

“Nice to meet you too, Y/n! I’m Jack, and this is Drue. We’ve been friends of Harry’s for a while now.” Jack explains. He reaches out to shake your delicate hand, and Drue does the same. “You look very pretty, Y/n.” Drue says.

“Thanks, you’re pretty too!” You respond, getting visibly more comfortable now.

“See? They’re friendly.” Harry says from behind, drinking from his cup slowly. He puts his cup down and makes his way toward you. “Now let’s get you dressed, yeah? C’mon, Darlin.” He puts a hand on your lower back, leading you towards the stairs. “Say goodbye before we leave, Y/n.”

“It’s nice meeting you two!” You wave back at Drue and Jack, and they do the same to you. “Be back in a few, gotta get this one dressed,” Harry says, and the two men nod and make conversation with themselves.

Harry lets you choose your outfit today, and you decide on a pretty pink sundress- bouncy, frilly, and “fit for a princess just like you,” in Harry’s own words. You choose basic pink low-top shoes to match.

“How do I look, Daddy?” You do a little spin for Harry, his green eyes inspecting you from head to toe. A smile creeps on his face. It was condescending and sly, but so endearing in your eyes.

“Y’look adorable, Babydoll. Now fix your hair.” Harry says, leading you to your vanity. “Can’t have you lookin a mess in front of my friends. You don’t wanna embarrass Daddy, do you?” He sits you down on the chair, a hand on your shoulder as you both stare into the mirror. You shake your head frantically at Harry’s statement. You’d never do anything to disappoint or embarrass your Daddy! He does everything for you, and if he wants you to look nice in front of his friends, you’ll do exactly that.

“All right, get to it. Gonna be downstairs with the boys if y’need me.” Harry says after giving your head a light peck with his lips. “Oh, and don’t wear too much makeup. Don’t want you walking around lookin' like a hooker.” With that, Harry’s gone down the stairs, leaving you alone in the mirror.

So, you open the drawer to your vanity and pull out your princess brush. You comb through your hair, detangling every part as you decide how to style it for today. After trying various hairstyles, and remembering which one is Harry’s favorite- you decide on leaving it loose. The mascara you chose was just enough to give a natural look. You didn’t want to embarrass Harry by wearing too much, so you kept it simple. After wrapping your favorite pink and white ribbon in your hair, you trudge down the stairs towards Harry. He’s now on the couch with Drue and Jack, watching a show you’d never be interested in. With a beer in his hand, Harry takes a few sips before making comments about the show. You lightly tap Harry’s shoulder, and he looks up at you with a small smile.

“Don’t I look pretty, Daddy?” You smile, eyes big and wide as you wait for your Daddy to praise you. Harry looks at you, eyes going up and down as he takes in your appearance. Eventually, he lets out a small “Mhm,” and takes another sip from his beer.

“Go wait by the door. Gonna finish this last episode and then we’ll be off, okay? Go be a good girl and wait for Daddy.” You nod in compliance, eager to follow your Daddy’s orders. You find a space on the ground next to the front door. Leaning against the wall, you get comfortable and wait patiently for Harry.

After what seemed like forever, Harry and his friends finally get up from the couch and head towards the door. You’ve must’ve drifted off to sleep, because your eyes strain when you open them. Wiping your eyes, you fight back a yawn as you look up at Harry, Drue and Jack. “Daddy, it’s been almost an hour and-”

“We’re leaving now, right?”

You’re silent for a few seconds. “Right?” Harry repeats. “Yeah, but-” You try to respond, but Harry’s deep and husky voice empowers your small and timid one.

“Alright. Then there’s nothing to complain about. C’mon.” Harry says, making grabby hands at you. You grab his hands immediately, and he leads you to the car. He buckles you in your seat, making sure you’re secure before heading to the drivers seat and starting the car. Jack climbs in the passenger seat and immediately starts a conversation with Harry. You’re sitting next to Drue, who gives you a friendly smile before looking out the window. You do the same too, and in that moment, you realized you didn’t even know where you were going.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, Darlin?” Harry responds. You assume that the beer he drank earlier is the reason for his thick, husky voice today. Before you called his name, his eyes were fixated on the road, but they are now shifting between the road and you in the mirror.

“Where are we goin’?” Your voice is filled with curiosity as you ask. Usually, to go to your favorite parks, Harry would turn right. You’d be able to name every building because of how many times you’ve been there. This area was much different. There were hardly any trees, no swings, and no dogs roaming the neighborhood.

Harry hums at your question. He taps the steering wheel with his index finger as he thinks of an answer. How many questions were you going to ask him today? He’s close to telling you to stop asking him things altogether, but seeing as you probably wouldn’t quit, he decides it’s best to tell you. “We’re still goin to the park, Kitten,” Harry responds, in hopes that will shut you up. Why were you questioning him anyways? Harry’s the one who has power in this relationship, so you should simply follow his instructions without challenging him.

“But- where are the pretty palm trees? And the ice cream shop?” Using your hands to push upwards, you look out the window to see your surroundings again. There’s nothing here that’s familiar to you, and your little mind is determined to find out why. Disappointment lingers in your tone when you speak. “This doesn’t look like the park.”

“It’s a different kind of park.” Harry shoots back, a fake smile plastered on his face. It remains there for a few seconds, before quickly diminishing into his dead expression once more. “Now stop fuckin’ bothering me and let me drive.” Harry presses harshly on the pedal, - so harshly that he can feel the metal- making sure you know this conversation is completely over. He engages in conversation with Jack, completely toning out anything that may come out of your mouth. It’s annoying to Harry, really, to hear the same little voice in his ear 24/7. You ask about absurd, unnecessary, obvious things, and if you’re not talking about a cartoon you’re watching, you’re blabbing your mouth about some useless toy.

The location you stop at makes you want to cry. Nothing here looks enjoyable. The building is an old, crusty beige, and trash is littered everywhere around it. Loud music booms through the concrete walls, and you can’t stop yourself from cringing as Harry begins to park the car. Once it’s parked, Harry doesn’t even wait for you, -or even help you out the car- instead, he’s rushing inside the building with Jack. Drue, on the other hand stays behind. His brown eyes watch you slowly get out the car, eyes big and wide as you look at this new park. “Not as pretty as your usual parks, huh?”

A gasp escapes your lips as you turn in Drue’s direction. You smile once you see his face, and gently shake your head. “Daddy usually takes me to the park next to the ice cream shop. I’ve never seen this park before!” You say, running your delicate fingers across the bumpy walls. “Is the playground inside?” Curious, you tilt your head to the side. When he realizes just how innocent you are, Drue chuckles and wonders how Harry could have just left you out there by yourself. He’s never heard much about you, other then Harry mentioning you a few times in conversations, but before Drue could ask anymore about you, Harry would change the subject. Every. Single. Time. He could never figure out if it was because you didn’t exist, or if it’s because Harry wants you all to himself.

Drue never imagined you to be so… adorable. With your bubbly personality and that cute smile of yours, he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off you- and he knows if Harry ever found out what he thinks about you, he’d be a dead man. “It’s not that kind of playground, Y/n. Come with me.” Drue says, doing a gesture with his pointer and middle finger so you can grab his hand. You hesitate a bit. Harry tells you he’s the only one who can hold your hand, but Drue was his best friend, so why wouldn’t it be fine? His hand fits perfectly around yours. The two of you head inside the building, the sea of people completely swallowing you whole.

The only thing you can see is people everywhere, rubbing on each other, and practically eating each others faces. Definitely not a place for someone like you. Harry and Jack are nowhere to be seen, Drue makes sure of it- before leading you to the middle of the dance floor. “Dance with me,” He says in your ear. He begins to move his body to the loud music. He stops once he notices your lost expression. “C’mon, Y/n. Don’t worry about Harry. He controls every little thing you do. Don’t you wanna let loose today?”

You don’t know exactly what to do, but you know Harry trusts Drue, and this is a park. You wanted to have fun, and that’s exactly what a park is for. So, with a smile on your face, you begin to dance with Drue. He smiles back, and looks for any sign of Harry before returning his attention back to you.

If Drue knew Harry was all the way in the back, eyes sinisterly watching the two of you, he would’ve left you alone entirely.

Harry’s leaning against the wall, a drink in his hand, and Jack in his ear blabbing about something he couldn’t care less about. He slowly takes a sip of his drink, and mumbles out a “Mhm” to make it seem like he’s not ignoring Jack. The only thing he’s focused on is you, dancing with his best friend. Harry knows you’d never cheat on him, or even have the guts to, so this has to be in the hands of Drue.

“Dance with Y/n.” Harry says blankly, completely stopping Jack from blabbing about whatever he was going on about.

“What? But that’s your girlfriend, man-“

“I don’t give a shit. Go.” Harry pushes Jack in your direction. He gives him a concerned look. He waits for Harry to elaborate, but that’s all he gives him, his expression remaining unbothered. Jack gives him another weird look before getting next to you and Drue, moving his body in a rhythm that matches yours.

Harry sighs deeply as he falls back against the wall. Drue obviously has an interest in you, but if he knew what was best for him, he wouldn’t even try it. Harry knows if Drue dares to make a move on you, it’s not long until Jack will try to follow suit. So, he figured he’d mess with his friends. Show them what they are unable to possess—you.

You’re still dancing with the two men surrounding each side of you. Laughing and twirling around in excitement, you grab both of their hands and make them twirl along with you.

“Wheeww!” You let out between giggles. Drue and Jack laugh at your innocence and continue to dance. Your fun was cut short when Harry gets in between the three of you, an unamused expression on his face.

“This place is fuckin’ boring,” Harry says, a fresh, unopened can of beer in his right hand. You don’t even notice it, until you feel Harry’s cold hand lifting your chin up, putting the can to your closed lips.

“But Daddy, you said I can’t have anymore alcohol, remember? Cuz I threw up a bunch!”

“Yeah, but you can take this.” Harry says, tapping your cheeks to get you to open your mouth. When you don’t, Harry’s condeciding smile turns into a frown. Drue and Jack watch as Harry’s gaze turns cold.

“Open.”

Tears fill your eyes as you open your mouth slowly. You can’t prepare yourself for the burning, harsh liquid that trickles down your throat. You swallow and lean back to show Harry you don’t want anymore, but he only presses the can back to your lips.

“More.”

You reluctantly follow his orders and take five long sips from the can. As you swallow the beer, you hold back your tears and give Harry a small smile, waiting for him to praise you for being good. But as you watch Harry chuckle and playfully hit Jack on the shoulder, the tears in your eyes only deepen.

“See? I told you she’d drink some if I told her to.” Harry says between laughs, before taking another sip of beer.

“C’mon. We’ll go the park, Y/n.” He extends his empty hand out to you, and when you don’t take it, his jaw clenches. You look at him with pleading eyes, trying to tell him you don’t want to go to the other park anymore. You like this park, and you like dancing with Harry’s friends. Harry only ignores you, grabs your hand, and leads you out of the building. Drue and Jack follow along and choose not to say anything to Harry who’s visibly angry, though he won’t admit it.

Excitement bubbles in your stomach once you see the park's huge palm trees. There seems to be a festival going on, and you can’t stop the smile that appears on your face. Drue lets out a chuckle at the sight of you.

“You excited?” Drue asks you, unbuckling his seatbelt while Harry parks the car.

“Yeah! This is my favorite park, remember? I wanna play on the-" You interrupt yourself with a gasp, remembering the best part of the whole park.

“Daddy! Can we get ice cream? The ice cream shop is open!” You look at Harry, who’s parked and is almost out the car. He doesn’t respond, only nods his head and takes his wallet out of his back pocket. He shuffles through some cards and receipts and pulls out two one-hundred-dollar bills.

“Here,” Harry says, holding the money to you between his pointer and middle finger. “Get whatever you want.”

Dumbfounded, you look at the money with wide eyes. Harry’s never let you hold more than fifty dollars, so two hundred seemed like all the money in the world. You bubble with excitement as you think of all the things you can buy at the festival. As you take the money from Harry, you bounce around and think of stuffed animals and candy.

“Thank you soooo much, Daddy! You’re the best! I love you so much!” You say, stepping on your tippy toes to give Harry a kiss on the cheek. He wraps an arm around your waist, and pulls you closer, kissing you on your lips.

“I love you too, Kitten. With all of my heart. Do you know that?" Harry says, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "Do you know Daddy loves you?" In the corner of his eye, he sees Drue and Jack, awkwardly waiting for this moment to be over. A smile returns to Harry’s face as he sees this, and he lets you go.

“I gotta take some calls. Go ahead, I’ll be right behind you.”

Following your Daddy’s orders, you nod your head frantically and skip along the road toward the ice cream shop.

“Don’t leave Drue and Jack, y’hear me?” Harry yells out before you get too far, and you give him a thumbs up before skipping again. He sees Drue tell you something he couldn’t hear from where he was, but you skip ahead of both Drue and Jack.

That’s when Harry realizes, your sundress is entirely too short for his liking. Your sundress bounces up as you skip along, partially revealing your baby-pink underwear. Harry’s jaw clenches as he sees Drue and Jack not even trying to hide their gaze at your panties. He can’t stop the blood from rushing to his cock, which was now throbbing at the sight in front of him.

Harry jogs in front of his friends and right next to you, grabbing your arm harshly before leaning down to your ear.

“Why’re you tryna disappoint me, Kitten?” Harry says, his tone harsh and deep. With wide eyes, you swallow harshly at your Daddy’s question.

“Disappoint you?” You ask in disbelief. You’d never try to disappoint your Daddy, ever! Harry nods, an unreadable expression on his face. Tears begin to rise up from your waterline, and down onto your flushed cheeks. You made sure you did your makeup and hair just like Harry wanted it, you waited by the door for him to finish his show, and you played with his friends at a new park. You couldn’t figure out what you’ve done so wrong.

“Am I really disappointing you, Daddy? “I’d never, ever-"

“Yeah, you are,” Harry interrupts. His fingers reach to the bottom of your skirt, trying to pull it down more to conceal the part of your panties that was showing.

“Your dress is a little short, Baby.”

“Well, duh!” You respond, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders knowing that it was nothing too serious. “It’s a sundress, Daddy!” You playfully hit Harry on the shoulder, but his expression remains the same.

“Don’t fuckin’ give me excuses. You said you wouldn’t disappoint me, and this is what you wear? Did you just think I wouldn’t notice?” Harry responds, watching as you shake your head slightly, tears now forming in your eyes. You didn’t understand this at all. Harry said he loved your outfit, so much so that he even called you a princess.

“You said I looked pretty-“

“I lied. Y’think people wanna see how much of a whore you are because you want to show off like one?” Harry says, completely stopping your sentence. “Pull your fuckin dress down.”

“But you said I looked like a princess, Daddy!”

“I know, Darlin, but sometimes Daddy’s the only one who gets to see you this pretty, okay? You understand me?” Harry asks, his hand cupping your chin as you continue walking. “Nod if you understand Daddy.”

Choking on sobs, you nod in compliance before shaking your head right after.

“No! I like my dress the way it is, Daddy!” Stomping your foot, you whine at Harry, who now has a frown on his face.

“Fine.” Was all he said, before taking your hand and leading you the other way.

“Hey, M’ taking Y/n to the restroom. She’s gotta pee.” Harry says, after telling them to wait at the ice cream shop. He continues to walk to the car, but is slowed down by you tugging back.

“N-no! I don’t have to pee-“

“Yes, you do,” Harry growls, yanking your wrist to force you to catch up to him. Before you get there, he uses the remote keys to open the car door.

“Y’think you can disobey Daddy, huh?” Harry says softly, but roughly at the same time, his tone making you shiver. You whine at his tight grip, making your wrist turn white from how hard he’s holding on.

“Get in the fucking car.” Harry says, opening the back seat instead of the front. You notice this, and immediately try to run, but Harry pushes you in the car before you can.

“Don’t try to run, Darlin. Y’know that never works out.” Harry mutters, more to himself than to you, and pushes your dress up so he can see your panties. He spreads your legs wide and sniffs.

“Mmm.” He says, using his index finger to rub your clit slightly through your panties. “My favorite snack.” He moves your panties to the side and gives you no heads-up before completely devouring your pussy. With his lips around your clit, he growls as he moves his tongue at a rapid speed. You scream loudly at the sudden sensation, closing your legs in an attempt to make him stop.

“Daddy, what- why.. please..” You babble out, gripping his brown hair. You can’t help the gasps you let out, your heart beating faster at the feeling of Harry’s tongue licking every part of you. He shushes you and tells you to calm down, but you squirm in response. He adds a finger in once he feels your walls are wet enough, and your body arches upwards once he does. He chuckles deeply at your reaction, and starts moving his fingers faster.

“Daddy, s-stop.. feels different..” You say, and he completely ignores you, continuing to lap at your pussy. Eyes closed, he moans at the taste of you, sending vibrations to your throbbing clit. You involuntarily clench your thighs, so hard to the point where it hurts. As if Harry knew this, he lightly squeezes your thigh to get you to stop. You let out an exasperated whine, telling Harry you’re almost there.

You almost let it happen, but quickly come to your senses.

“No, Daddy! You’re gonna ruin my sundress! Daddy, please I can’t! Stop! Nnghhh!”

Harry sits up, keeping his fingers thrusting out of your clenching pussy. You clench so hard around his fingers, it’s almost hard for him to move them, but he keeps the pace regardless.

“I can’t hold it! Daddy, please! I don’t wanna cum.. feels too-” You trash your body around, trying your best to get away from Harry’s tongue.

“Hey. Don’t you want ice cream? Hm? If you cum for me, we can get you all the ice cream that pretty little mouth desires.” Harry’s comforting words didnt at all match his demanding tone. He keeps his fingers in your pussy, thrusting them faster and faster as he sucks your clit again. You only try to squirm away, accidentally kicking Harry in the face with your foot.

“JUST CUM FOR ME, DAMMIT!” Harry screams, startling you so hard, you can’t hold on anymore. The liquid from your pussy just gushes out, making the most filthiest sound the both of you ever heard. With your back completely arched, your mouth opens in a silent scream. Your juices squirt all over Harry’s face, his seats, and his pants. He doesn’t even seem to care, and instead of scolding you, he leans down to your gushing pussy, and drinks. He holds out his tongue, and moans at the feeling of your liquids hitting his tastebuds. He could honestly stay there and indulge in that tangy taste he’s so obsessed with, but instead, he pulls your panties back to your leaking pussy.

Harry almost cums at the sight of your juices completely soaking your panties. He’s trying his hardest to ignore the obsessive twitching of his cock, and he finds himself harshly biting his lip. The liquid darkens the baby pink color into a dark magenta. Harry brings his thumb and places it on your clit, and rubbing softly. Your body shakes harshly at his small touch, and he lets out a deep chuckle at how sensitive you are. A small scream escapes your mouth when you feel Harry press hardly on your panties, making sure all your juices are soaked in. He sits back, eyes scanning you up and down. Your eyes are shut, body twitching uncontrollably. The only thing you can do is let out little whimpers, since you can’t seem to form words.

“See? Wasn’t that hard.” Harry says gruffly, before grabbing a hand towel from the glove compartment and wiping his face and the seats. He unlocks the doors, and helps you out the car. “Let’s get you some ice cream, Kitten.”

You remain practically glued to Harry’s hip, feeling colder than usual since you were all wet. You whine when the wind blows, making your sensitive pussy feel ice cold. The two of you make your way back into the ice cream shop, Drue and Jack taking notice of you as soon as you walk in. Harry takes a seat next to Drue after ordering you to stand in front of them.

“Go on, do a spin for Daddy and his friends.” Harry orders with that smirk of his. You give him a look, cocking your head in confusion.

“Do you want your ice cream or not?” Harry says harshly and demanding. His jaw clenches at the thought of you disobeying him, so he says it again, harsher this time.

“Spin.”

When you don’t move, Harry grabs your arm and lifts it above your head, spinning you around for the whole ice cream shop to see. Drue and Jack smile at you being shy, thinking nothing of it at first, until they see your soaked underwear.

“Did she.. have an accident?” Jack whispers shakily, eyes glued to your not-so baby pink panties.

“Nope,” Harry says blankly, though he can’t help the smirk that creeps on his face. “She squirted all over my face though.”

Harry figured if you want to show off your panties to the world, they might as well be wet.

After paying for your strawberry cheesecake ice cream, and buying his friends some too, Harry walks all of you back to the park. Bubbles float in the air, and the smell of cotton candy fills your lungs. As you eat your ice cream, you decide on what you should do first. Your mind is made up, though, when your eyes land on the seesaw. Giving Harry your cup of ice cream, you start to skip your way to the seesaw. Harry stops you by grabbing your arm.

“I told you to stop fuckin embarrassing me,” Harry mumbles lowly, before taking his thumb and running it over your lips. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Wha..?” You let out, before getting your answer when you see the ice cream Harry wipes off of your lips.

“Whatever. Just go.” Harry says, making a gesture with his hands telling you to move along. He licks the ice cream off his finger, before sitting on a bench while you play. You’re about to go on the seesaw when you realize you need another person to play. You figured you shouldn’t bother Harry right now, because he was speaking on the phone, and you’re not allowed to talk to him when he’s on the phone. So, you walk up to the bench where Drue and Jack sit, and lightly tug Jack’s shirt.

“Jack? Can you play with me?” You ask shyly, with your hands behind you. The two men laugh at your question, but Jack gets up and takes your hand.

“Of course, pretty. C’mon, let’s go.” He says, grabbing your soft hand and leading you back to the seesaw. He sits you down on the seesaw properly, and on the seat across from you. The seesaw goes up and down as you push with your legs. You wore a satisfied grin as you feel the wind blow across your face. Contentment was all you felt for a while until your shoelaces got untied. You even double-knotted just like Harry told you!

Jack, who was smiling at your excitement from the other side, sees your shoelaces and stops moving.

“I got it-"

“It’s okay!” You tell him, reassuring that you can do it yourself. Propping your foot on the little bit of seat space you had left. You make sure to triple knot this time, but when you’re on the last bunny loop, you fall flat on your ass. The spiky mulch pokes at your ass, causing tears to form in your eyes. You almost start bawling, but you remember Harry telling you how you were embarrassing him, so you wipe your tears like a big girl and hop right back on your feet. Jack helps you up, telling you that he had fun with you anyways.

It seemed nobody saw your fall, but when you turn your head to Harry’s direction, he’s slowly shaking his head. He gets up and walks in your direction, each step he takes giving you goosebumps. He doesn’t say a word, instead grabbing you by the arm and dragging you to the bench.

“Wait, Daddy! I still wanna play!!” You say in a whine, trying to pry Harry’s strong fingers off your arm one by one.

“Why, so you can fall on your ass again? I told you not to fuckin embarrass me. This is the fifth- You know what?” Harry breaks off mid-sentence, his lips pursed into a fine line as he raises his hands.

“Fuck it, I'm done. Do what you want, I don’t give a fuck anymore. You’ve done nothing but disobey me all day, and when it was time for you to get punished for your actions, I ended up with your foot basically down my fuckin’ throat,” Harry’s voice is practically booming around the whole park, and people stare his way but he doesn’t care. To him, you’ve broken rule, after rule, after rule.

“And now this? You can’t even tie your damn shoes right? Hm? If I find out you’re tryna embarrass me on purpose-“

“I’m not, Daddy! I promise! I just lost my bal-"

“Whatever. Like I said, do what you want. M’ gonna make a couple phone calls, I’ll be in the car.” With that, Harry’s walking away into the sea of people. Feeling defeated and like a disappointment, you make your way to the bench where Drue and Jack are sitting again. Your eyes almost immediately close shut, and you finally realize how tired you are.

“Aw, you’re tired, Honey?” Drue says, taking you in his lap. His tan skin brushes softly against yours. You nod your head yes to his question, leaning into his chest. It was warm and inviting, you couldn’t help but lean in a little more. Drue pets your head as whimper in his lap.

“I fell asleep w-waiting for Daddy. He was watchin’ his s-show… didn’t wan’ bother him.” Slurring on your words from the alcohol, you lean closer into Drue’s chest. You’ve been deprived of touch like this all day. Harry hasn’t even given you much attention since you’ve woken up, so you find yourself enjoying this more than you should.

Drue and Jack exchange knowing glances, and immediately start catering to you. Jack takes your chin in his hand and holds your head up. He puts a water bottle to your lip, and you shiver as you feel the cold liquid go down your throat.

“Let’s get that alcohol out of your system, okay Baby?” He nods his head and waits for you to do the same, and then takes your hand in his. Drue coos at you and whispers comforting words in your ears. You let out a tiny yawn, and immediately the two men both say “Awww,”

You couldn’t help but feel guilty about this, but Harry did tell you that Drue and Jack were his really close friends and that they were friendly. You didn’t want to embarrass him by denying his friend's attention.

There’s a moment of silence between you three, but it’s broken by a statement you’ve never heard anyone say before.

“Someone as innocent as you shouldn’t be with someone as fucked up as Harry,” Drue says in barely a whisper. Your head shoots up to look at him, and you let out a mumbled sound of confusion.

“Wha..? No.. I love Da-”

“I know. I shouldn’t have brought it up." Drue says, pushing your head back to his chest. He begins to bounce his leg for you, and your eyes immediately close back shut.

You were completely knocked out, and Drue and Jack were so caught up in taking care of you, that you never even heard Harry’s voice coming your way.

He’s walking at a fast pace to get back to you, realizing he’s been gone for around an hour. He holds his phone close to his ear, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as he listens to the person he’s arguing with.

“Yeah, I know that. I don’t fuckin’ care, just get-”

Harry stops in his tracks. He almost drops his phone at the sight he’s just witnessed.

Oh.

That's not how this was supposed to go. Harry was showing you off to his friends to show them what they can't have. Now that his friends think they can baby you like he does, hold you like he does, touch you like he does; he knows that he can no longer trust them. Or you, for that matter. Harry tilts his head sideways a bit to see a little better, and instead of blowing up like he usually would, a small, sly smirk creeps onto his face.

Harry’s going to ruin you.

You're his, and he was going to get that through your incompetent little head, one way or another.

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manifestrry · 2 years ago

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CHEF!Y/N!!!!!!👩‍🍳

INSTAGRAM BLURB

chef!y/n x harry styles

MASTERLIST | PATREON

capocuoca94 = y/n’s private instagram / translated from italian: chef

y/n’s owned restaurant’s instagram

italian / appassionati di pasta = english / pasta lovers

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harryflorals HARRY AND CHEF Y/N L/N OUT IN LA TODAY!

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harryfan9 his white mercedes 😫

harryfan7 WHO?!?!??!

harryfan5 isn’t y/n in charge of the tour catering?

harryfan3 i believe so

harryfan10 omg harry might be dating a chef

harryfan8 i’m going to need someone to do a background check on her 😭

harryfan4 SHUT UP

harryfan11 y/n’s instagram is private…

harryfan15 and everyone follows her including anne…

harryfan17 i fear he’s not single anymore

harryfan12 she probably cooks pasta for him 🙂

harryfan19 SO YOU'RE TELLING ME HARRY MIGHT HAVE A CHEF GIRLFRIEND

harryfan14 harry goes to y/n’s restaurants all the time too

harryfan16 news of the century

harryfan18 why do i love them already…

harryfan20 now i’m crying

harryfan13 HE’S NOT SINGLE ANYMORE?

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pillowpersonpp I love my personal chef 🍽

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harryfan21 OH MY GOD

harryfan23 why is y/n so gorgeous 🙃

capocuoca94 you are my favorite person ever

pillowpersonpp I am so honored ❤️

harryfan27 if sarah is besties with y/n then that means…her and harry are definitely together

paulithepsm the only chef i know

harryfan24 y/n is everyone’s favorite 😭

harry_lambert one of the best cooks in the world

harryfan29 the way harry liked this right when sarah posted it

harryfan22 he’s down bad for y/n

mollyjane_x she’s the best company 💖

harryfan25 i really want the news of y/n being harry’s girlfriend to be true 🙏

_basselin the mother to all foods

harryfan23 i better not see anyone hating on y/n

brittany_broski I LOVE HER

harryfan26 this will keep me up at night

anthonypham y/n makes the greatest food ever!!!

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appassionatipasta Founded in 1948, the L/N’s shared their gracious and delicious Italian food to the Amalfi Coast. Not even three years later they decided to grow their business and open restaurants all over Italy. Now seven decades later, great-granddaughter Y/N L/N runs her family owned business. Labeled the best female chef by Vogue, Y/N continues to take the world by storm as she opens up restaurants around the world. Learn more about the L/N family on our website.

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harryfan30 i totally love that y/n is a chef

harryfan34 Y/N HONESTLY IS A GIRLBOSS!!!

harrystyles Truly one of the best restaurants ever.

harryfan37 harry really loves y/n if he commented this…

harryfan32 he’s supportive :,)

alessandro_michele delizioso!!!! ❤️

harryfan31 harry’s comment has me on the floor

mitchrowland my favorite spot to eat at

harryfan39 i am now a y/n fan

annetwist love visiting this place 🤍

harryfan33 “labeled the best female chef by vogue” THAT’S RIGHT

kidharpoon please open a restaurant in la!!!

appassionatipasta Hmm should we?

harryfan35 PLEASE DO

glenne_azoff y/n is one of the most talented chefs

harryfan35 i wonder if she makes harry food…

harryfan38 don’t put that idea into my head 😭

pillowpersonpp i love the l/n’s 🥰

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lotupdates Y/N L/N with a fan backstage who she brought to cook with her!

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harryfan40 SHE IS SO COOL WHAT THE HELL

harryfan43 i want to be the fan

harryfan47 y/n is the coolest girl harry has ever dated in his life

harryfan49 this!!!!

harryfan41 literally the girl version of harry

harryfan46 the matching aprons are so cute 😫

harryfan44 i wonder if y/n finna be in the pit

harryfan48 i love her so much for this

harryfan50 hate y/n all you want but her doing this just shows us how nice she is

harryfan52 this is the sweetest thing ever

harryfan55 okay but y/n is so gorgeous

harryfan51 y/n brought her backstage because she was an aspiring chef 😭

harryfan53 her cooking with a harrie is so sweet

harryfan56 such a cute moment

harryfan58 this made me love her

harryfan54 Y/N SUPREMACY

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stylesdaily UNSEEN OF HARRY AT Y/N’S RESTAURANT LAST YEAR IN ITALY!

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harryfan62 him and y/n have been a thing for that long?!

harryfan65 MUSTACHERRY 🧎‍♀️

harryfan67 he’s friends with her staff…SOBBING

harryfan61 harry really is a big fan of y/n huh

harryfan63 she has him in a chokehold 😫

harryfan66 so this basically means harry knew y/n last year…

harryfan68 going feral for him

harryfan64 i love harry with a mustache

harryfan69 “last year” WHAT 😭

harryfan71 he’s so cute

harryfan74 we got you on camera @harrystyles

harryfan76 i live for unseens of harry 🙏

harryfan70 HE WAS AT Y/N’S RESTAURANT LAST YEAR?

harryfan79 harry in italy is always the best

harryfan72 MUSTACHE HARRY MUSTACHE HARRY MUSTACHE HARRY

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harry_lambert Chef Y/N L/N for Better Homes & Gardens. Styled by Alessandro Michele and I.

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harryfan73 SHE’S SO HOT

harryfan75 4 + 4 = 8

harrystyles One of the most attractive women in the world.

capocuoca94 why thank you h!

harryfan77 THE CASUAL FLIRTING HAS ME CRYING 😭

emmalouisecorrin the most gorgeous girl

harryfan80 y/n literally slayed

alessandro_michele was so excited for this release!

harryfan82 harry is the luckiest man in the world

pillowpersonpp I LOVE THIS SO MUCH ❤️

harryfan85 y/n and harry flirting in a comment section is the definition of true love

harris_reed she was born to be on a magazine cover

harryfan87 i don’t know if i want to be y/n or be with her

glenne_azoff y/n looks so good!!!

harryfan81 literally on my knees for her

mollyjane_x i’ve been waiting for this 🥰

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capocuoca94 mama we did it!

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_basselin GORGEOUS GORGEOUS GIRL

emmalouisecorrin you did it y/n ❤️

harrystyles I love you my baby, I am so proud of you.

capocuoca94 i really love you more sue

harry_lambert best photoshoot ever 🥰

pillowpersonpp i need a poster size of this

jefezoff they had to put one of the bests chefs on their magazine cover!

alessandro_michele glad to be apart of this 😇

annetwist congratulations beauty, you truly deserved it!

capocuoca94 thank you ms. anne 💖

mitchrowland beignets?! don’t get me excited y/n

paulithepsm best cover ever

glenne_azoff i’m so obsessed with this

alexachung amazing! amazing! amazing!

gemmastyles you are seriously so beautiful, congrats on your cover darling

florencepugh GOD IS A WOMAN

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manifestrry · 2 years ago

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SMALL ARTIST

summary: in which y/n is a small artist who got recognition because harry mentioned liking her music in a interview.

I’m sorry I’m not that active school is messing me up 😭

ALSO IM PROBABLY GOING TO MAKE MORE PARTS GIVE ME IDEAS PLEASE

face claim: gracie abrams

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hsupdates During the interview with Zane Lowe, Harry mentioned listening to y/n l/n songs a lot in the studio while making Harry’s House!

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harryfan1 I just started listening to her music cause of harry and her songs are so sad but so good 😭

harryfan2 THE WAY HE STARTED BLUSHING TALKING ABOUT HER

yourinstagram stop 🥲

harryfan3 THE WAY HER FOLLOWERS WENT UP-

harryfan4 her music is so therapeutic omg.

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yourinstagram Harry listening to my songs?? literally crying my 1D heart can’t take this right now. literally owe him my whole existence, thank you thank you thank you

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harryfan1 SHES ONE OF US 🙏

harryfan2 THE PILLOW 😭

↳ yourInstagram literally my favorite ever.

paulithepsm harry has been looking at his phone for the past 10 minutes trying to figure out what to comment.

↳ yourinstagram stop not you calling him out 😭

↳ harryfan3 PAULI YOU’RE EMBARRASSING HIM

harrystyles pauli took my moment.

harrystyles your music’s incredible.

↳ yourinstagram ohmygod..thank you 🖤

↳ yourfriend now she was the one freaking out

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y/nupdates harry styles at y/n show today in LA!

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y/nfan1 SHES LITERALLY GOING TO FREAK OUT

harryfan1 I’m so excited to see her reaction 😭

harryfan2 HOW DOES HE ALWAYS FIND THE CAMERA

y/nfan3 y/n and her bad eyesight is not going to be able to see him 😭

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y/nupdates “this is one of the first time I wear my contacts on stage and tell me why harry styles is in the audience right now? now I feel like I have to sing better..are you having a good time? yeah? okay thank you so much for coming..I feel like I’m going to have a heart attack” y/n talking to Harry in the crowd tonight!

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y/nfan1 SHE SAW HIM

harryfan1 her reaction is cute omg and harry smiling through the whole concert-

y/nfan2 I’m so proud to see her this far in life 🥲

harryfan2 no cause why do I actually ship them together??

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harrystyles Love On Tour. UK & Europe. New dates added.

And thank you to yourinstagram for saying yes to joining me on tour.

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y/nfan1 ITS OFFICAL I HAVE TO TRAVEL TO SEE THEM

harryfan1 STOP THIS IS REAL???

annetwist so excited!! ❤️

yourinstagram AHHH

yourinstagram guys just fyi it took him 3 weeks to convince me to go on tour with him.

↳ harrystyles 🤦‍♂️

↳ y/nfan2 HER MAKING HIM BEG

harryfan2 HARRY USING A EMOJI????

↳ yourinstagram trust me I taught him how and I didn’t even get a thank you.

↳ harrystyles thank you?

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manifestrry · 2 years ago

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Safe Haven-

Pairing: Chris Evans x Niece!Reader

Summary: After the reader gets into a big fight with her father, she only wants one thing, and that’s her Uncle Chris.

Word Count: 3.3k+ Warnings: Language, friggin sweet as heck Uncle Chris, there is what I would consider hints of abuse so please be careful

A/N: This is for a post I saw by @chrisevansdaughter but I am not gonna lie y’all, this was very self indulgent. To someone whose never had a good relationship with her father or most of her family for that matter, all I’ve ever wanted was an Uncle Chris. I hope y’all enjoy and please know that feedback is always appreciated.

“Dad stop! I’m dead fucking serious.” Your breath was caught in your lungs as you yelled, noting your dad's body as it appeared in the entrance of the hallway.

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do and watch your mouth young lady.” He took a step forward, the steel-toed boots he was wearing echoing down the small foyer. You couldn’t deny the shiver you felt run down your spine. You loved your dad, more than anything, but when he got like this there was something about him that just had you watching your every move.

“No, I’m so done with your shit. You're always on my butt about everything I do, but have you ever stopped to consider the fact that maybe you're the goddamn problem!” His eyes widened at your words, the hazels going soft before hostility quickly took its place.

“Excuse me?”

You started to walk closer towards him, your anger outweighing smart decision making. You were far from being okay at the moment, but you were also far from putting your tail between your legs and letting him run you into the ground. He may have been your father, but sometimes he just wasn’t a good dad.

“You heard what I said.” You said loudly, your face inches away from his.

His jaw clenched at the close proximity, his hands moving in and out in a fist motion. Never in his life had he ever laid a hand on you and never once had you thought that he would, but for some reason doubt filled your being and you felt your strength begin to dissolve. You physically felt yourself shrink back as you watched him breathe, and for once in your life you were afraid of your dad.

“I suggest that you rethink your words, kid. I am not your friend and I am not your little boy toy. I am your father and you will respect me.”

Screw being weak, as soon as the words ‘boy toy’ left his mouth you were fuming all over again.

“Fuck you.” You whispered, shoving his shoulder. Immediately though, he had his hand on your wrist, keeping you from walking away. “What did you just say to me?”

“Fuck. You.”

The words were like venom on your tongue, and you were sure by the way he flinched that they left a mark, a mark that was going to scar over in a nasty way.

“Y/N,” His hand was raising now but you didn’t care, you weren’t done yet. “You know why dad?” He was frozen. “Cool, cause I'm gonna tell you.” You had your finger in his face, the tip merely centimeters away from touching his glasses. God how you wanted to snap those pieces of shit in half. Sometimes it seemed like he cared more about those things than he did his own daughter. The way he meticulously cleaned them, always making sure that they were in pristine condition. He never paid that much attention to you, never even gave you a sideways glance.

This was the fact that gave you the courage to go over the edge. “I’m saying fuck you for being an asshole. Fuck you for treating me like shit just cause moms not around to tell you to stop. Fuck you for calling me a slut. And fuck you for not being there for me when I needed you most.” You were yelling at the top of your lungs, your feet moving you forward and pushing him backward.

“Y/N get out of my face now.”

“What are you gonna do, hit me?” You knew taunting him was wrong and dangerous and stupid but you didn’t care. Fury was making you see red.

“Y/N I said now!” At that moment you swore the world began to move in slow motion, because your brain registered his hands against your shoulders pushing you back, but it didn’t recognize what was happening until you felt hardwood against your head and a sharp pain flood down your spine.

He pushed you.

Your dad pushed you, and fucking hard to.

Trying to hold back tears you whipped your hand back to touch the back of your head, feeling some tension escape your body when you didn’t feel blood. “Holy shit Y/N.”

Finally realizing what he had done, your dad started to reach out for you, his body shaking with what had to be shock, but he stopped midway. You watched him with blurry eyes as he sighed and turned around, heading in the opposite direction.

“Dad,” You mumbled, praying that you were hallucinating.

He wasn't leaving you now, was he?

When you heard him rummaging through your drawers and saw your duffle in his hand, you immediately knew what was happening.

He shook his head, stopping at the end of your feet. “I think-” His voice cracked as he spoke, and he paused for a moment before squatting down to your level. His hand slid beneath his glasses to rub at his eyes.

“I think you should go to Uncle Chris’s for the night. I need to cool down, you-” He emphasized the word. “-need to cool down. I just-” Tears were falling down his face now, and it filled you with pure terror seeing him like this, you could never remember seeing your dad cry.

Instinctively you reached out to touch him but he stopped your hand by putting the handles of your bag on your fingers. “I need to think.”

He then stood up after wiping his eyes, leaving you to lie on the ground for a second time in a row. “You can take the truck.” He said, throwing the keys on your chest.

He didn’t say a word after that, but instead left for his bedroom. The door slammed shut behind him and the sound of shattering glass filled your ears. “Please,” You whispered, begging someone to wake you up.

“Please no.” You felt your body shake as you cried on the floor, your head throbbing with every move you made.

The pain had the events of what had just happened racing throughout your mind and rather than letting yourself dwell in the hellhole, you forced yourself up. You didn’t want to leave, in fact you were afraid of what would happen if you did, but the shake in your dad's voice was enough to tell you that this wasn't the time to test him and so with tears in your eyes, you gripped your bag and forced down the bile in your throat.

“It’s gonna be okay.” You whispered to yourself, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other.

“We’re gonna be okay.”

Breathing was difficult but you still forced oxygen inside your lungs, feeling the tremble in your hands as you exhaled. You wanted to think about something, anything else as you left your home.

The pain you were feeling was already excruciating enough as it was and you knew that the more you thought about the situation, the more in agony you would be, so instead of thinking you simply opened the door to the truck and hummed your favorite song.

The lyrics had always been a comfort, but as of right now they were the only thing keeping you grounded.

Continuing to sing you started to search in the glovebox, hoping with everything inside of you that your dad still had some form of medicine in the car. If you were being honest, you really didn’t want to take it dry, but if it meant getting rid of this monster of a headache you’d try anything.

Sighing you felt fresh tears flood your eyes, he had nothing. You started to twist the key in defeat when something caught your eye.

“What?” You said beneath your breath, aggressively grabbing your bag and placing it on your lap.

It was then, on the right side of the navy material, did you see a bottle of Tylenol and right next to it a mini water bottle. Rummaging through the pocket you hoped that maybe he’d pulled some movie theater type shit and left you a note, but for the hundredth time that night, your hopes came crashing down around you and you began to cry.

He knew how bad he’d hurt you, and yet he still forced you to leave, by yourself.

Throwing the medicine and water bottle on the floor you finally pulled the truck out of the driveway and made your way to your Uncle Chris’s. He only lived about thirty minutes out and with the way you drove when you were angry it would take you no less than twenty to get there.

Especially since more than anything, all you wanted was your Uncle Chris. You wanted him to pull you in for one of his hugs and hold you close like you were the only thing in this world. You wanted him to hug you like a dad is supposed to hug his daughter, and Chris always did that. He treated you like you were his kid, and after this incident, you were starting to think that maybe you were about to become it.

Your fingers tightened on the steering wheel at that thought. What was Chris going to do when he found out what had happened? You’d seen him mad before, but he became borderline psychotic when it came to your well-being and this was no doubt going to be any different, if anything it was going to be way worse.

“Shit.” You mumbled, watching his house come into view.

“Shit, shit, shit.” This was not going to end well.

You wanted to have the strength to keep driving, to force yourself to calm down and cope somewhere else, but once you saw the soft light of his reading lamp through the curtains you knew that there was no way you could pass him up. You needed him. And you needed him now.

Blinking away the tears, you turned into the driveway, the familiar crunch of gravel beneath the tires relaxing you some. You pulled up behind his car, the truck screeching as you braked.

Your dad's truck was a piece of shit, but for some reason he adored the thing like it was his entire existence, and the thought of him throwing you the keys to it had your heart picking up its pace.

Because what it really meant was one of two things; he felt terrible about what had happened and hoped to mend things, or he felt terrible about what had happened and was using the truck as a gateway out. Knowing his tendency to leave, you were going with the latter.

Letting out a breath you turned to look at the front door, smiling slightly at the ‘wipe your paws’ mat on the porch. Friggin Dodger.

Thinking about the pup was what gave you the courage to hop out of the truck, your duffel bag smacking against your thighs as you did so.

This was it. This was what was going to decide your literal entire future. It seemed a bit of a dramatic thought, but you had a point. This thing could go in so many different directions and it was all based upon what you decided to do right now.

Your mind was screaming at you to turn around, to race back to the truck and just go home; but as cringey as it sounded, your heart was telling you to go inside. Your soul was telling you to go inside.

And so you did.

You ran down the sidewalk and up the porch, almost tripping over yourself in the process, and you started banging on that screen door with everything you had.

Your eyes burned from trying to hold back tears and so you let them fall, and you watched through watery eyes as someone opened the door. Then you felt hands grab your arms and pull you in, your bag hitting the floor. Immediately you found yourself gripping something soft. Chris’s sweater.

“Oh honey.” You heard, as he placed his lips against your forehead.

His hands then began to rub your back and sobs were wracking your shoulders. “Baby, baby, baby, it’s okay. I’m right here.” You nodded into his chest, pulling yourself as close to him as possible.

He was so warm and safe. Everything you’d never had all in one package, and it had you crying even more. It sure as hell didn’t help the pounding in your head but you didn’t care.

“I’m here. I got ya kiddo.”

He chose not to speak after that, but instead made his presence known in other ways. You really didn’t even notice at first but he had carefully shuffled you towards the back of the couch, placing your favorite blanket over your shoulders. He then carefully cocooned you in it on his chest, letting your weak body fall against him.

The way he was treating you had your body involuntarily beginning to relax.

He recognized this and smiled as you started to breathe normally again, his lips once again falling against your forehead. “That’s my girl.” He whispered, running a hand over your head.

But you weren’t able to stop him in time and you knew he’d felt it as soon as his body tensed up, his fingers rubbing the knot that had formed on the back of your head. “Y/N, what’s this?

You took in a shuddered breath, pulling one of your arms out of the blanket to grab his hand. “Um nothing.” You said, clearing your throat.

He obviously didn’t believe you because his breathing was uneven, his eyes beginning to fill with hatred. “Y/N,” He said in a warning tone, leaning his head down to look at you.

Despite the anger you knew he was feeling, his voice was more gentle the next time he spoke. “It’s just me.” He said. “Now what happened?”

You felt yourself begin to get worked up again as you thought about what had happened, the feeling of your head smacking against the floor coming back to haunt you full force.

“No.” You said, shaking your head.

“I don’t want to.”

“Y/N. Did somebody hurt you? Do I need to call your dad?”

“No. Please, please don’t call dad, please.” You were starting to cry again, your hands shaking inside the blanket.

Chris was looking at you with his eyebrows drawn together, confusion written all along his face. “Y/N,” He said hesitantly, “Why not?” You wanted to answer him, to tell him everything, but you were terrified as to what would happen if you did. Not just to your dad, but to yourself.

You knew that if you decided to talk about tonight that you would just shut down, more than you already had. “I can’t Uncle Chris. I just can’t.” You felt even more tears, ones you weren’t sure had stopped in the first place.

“Y/N what did he do to you?” He let go of you, stomping over towards the door.

“No Chris, wait please.”

“Y/N he can’t just-”

“You don’t even know what happened okay. I came over here because I didn’t want to talk about it, I still don’t want to talk about it. So please can you just-can you just stop.” Your voice cracked, Chris’s gaze softening at your words. “I need my Uncle Chris. Please?”

You watched his shoulders drop in defeat, the shoes he was putting on falling out of his hands. “Okay kiddo, alright.” He walked towards you with open arms, and you just fell into him, smiling as he rubbed your arm.

“Come on, let’s go sit down.” He guided you to sit down on the couch and for the first time since you’d been there, Dodger came running up to you, his tail wagging with anticipation.

“Hi bubba, oh I missed you.” You said, shoving your face into his fur. He started licking you in the face before you felt him jump up into your lap. You grunted at the sudden weight, laughing at his excitement.

“Dodger, get down!” Chris screamed from behind you, swatting his hand at the dog's butt as he did so.

He jumped down with a whine and walked over to his bed, plopping down with a huff. “He’s so overdramatic.” Said Chris with an eye roll, “Here drink this.” You grabbed the water bottle out of his hand, not missing the pill that came with it.

“And I got a surprise for you.” You raised your eyebrows at him, taking a sip of the water. “This was supposed to be for our girls' night,” He said in a high-pitched voice, pulling a box of your favorite cookies from behind his back. “But I figured I could make an exception.” You laughed as he snatched one before placing the box next to you, hopping over the back of the couch to sit next to you.

“So what are we watching? You thinking Little Mermaid or more like Fox and the Hound?”

You went to open your mouth to speak but he stopped you, “Ooo, no, I know exactly what we’re gonna watch.”

Letting out a quiet laugh, you popped a cookie in your mouth before scooting next to him. “Here we go.” He said, tossing the remote to the side and you followed his movements by placing the cookies on the coffee table. You then pulled another blanket off the back of the couch to pull over you both.

“Thank you Uncle Chris.” You said, closing your eyes. “I know that-” You took a quick breath. “I know that you want to know what happened, and I promise I’ll tell but just not right now. I can’t right now.” You were happy you'd closed your eyes because you were pretty sure that if you’d starting crying again you might’ve just thrown yourself across the room.

You were tired of crying, though if you were being honest with yourself, you probably hadn’t cried nearly enough considering the situation. Either way, all you wanted to do was stay here with your uncle and sleep. Chris knew this, and so he guided your head down to his lap, running his fingers through your hair. “It’s alright kiddo.”

He stopped with your hair for a moment to snap his fingers, calling Dodger over to the couch. “Come on bubba, sister needs us now huh?” You giggled as Dodge jumped on top of your feet, laying his head against your thighs. “Good boy Dodge.” Chris cooed. “You're a good boy.”

He patted Dodger’s head before doing the same thing to your legs. “And you're a good kid Y/N, I’m proud of you.”

You tried to play the way you were feeling off with a smile, but his words hit a spot inside of you that had been gutted a lot tonight, and because of that raw wound your smile quickly faded into a frown, one that caused fresh tears to form all over again.

Soon enough you found your shoulders shaking, your hand gripping Chris’s jeans with all your might.

“Oh honey.” He said quietly, rubbing your shoulder.

“It’s okay. You're gonna be okay. Uncle Chris has got ya alright.” You nodded into his leg, breathing in the familiar scent of Chris. The familiar scent of home.

In all reality, this had been the only place that ever felt like home. It was your safe haven. He was your safe haven. And in the end, you had to admit that you wouldn’t mind staying here. At least then you knew that somehow, someway, you’d feel loved.

Chris continued to talk you through your tears, eventually getting you distracted enough to watch the movie.

By that point your eyelids were so heavy and swollen that you didn’t even have to force them shut anymore.

“Sleepy kiddo?” You hummed, hearing the click of the lamp behind you.

You felt his fingers brush against your neck as he pulled the blanket further up your body, his thumb stopping to rub your cheek. “Well, you can rest now.” He said quietly.

“I’ll take care of it all.”

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