nicknharry

[nicknharry]

gryles ficz

If This is Love

He's not fucking thirty yet, but he is way too old for Harry fucking Styles.

Or: Nick Grimshaw has done some stupid, ridiculous, mad things in his life, but falling for Harry Styles might be the stupidest thing yet.

Begin Again

Nick's hand is open and empty on the stark white hospital sheets and somehow it's the most terrifying thing Harry's ever seen.

Something Good (And I Don't Just Mean Your Chips)

Nick's uncle's will left his seaside cottage, his fishing boat, and all the contents of both to Nick. Coming off the back of months of very poor life choices, a brand new start in a Yorkshire seaside village seems the last remaining option for Nick, but he hadn't bargained on the guy in the chip shop sneaking his way into Nick's life with a bit of bread and butter and a chip shop special.

First and Last

Harry and Nick are boyfriends and do boyfriend things like bake and cook and paint the guestroom and have sex. That is pretty much the entire plot.

Date Night

based on the prompt:

I want fic where Nick has a date. In order to impress said date, he goes out and buys a cookbook and fresh ingredients (even though he can't cook) and spends all day practicing making a meal. So, that night he makes the meal for his date, but the dude stands him up. He's about to crack open the bottle of expensive wine he bought to go with dinner and and drink it all alone, but then Harry texts him and asks him what he's up to. He tells Harry he's just been stood up, tries to make a joke out of it, but twenty minutes later Harry shows up at his door and they eat Nick's food and drink the wine together and it's the best date Nick has ever been stood up for. And then there are makeouts. The end.

You Can Trust Me Not to Think

“Please, Grimmy, you’ve been gone on Harry from the first night you met him,” she huffs. Nick can hear more things banging and then an ominous sounding sizzle and Annie cursing. He’s about to ask if everything is all right but she starts first and says, “Anyone with eyes can see it. Well, except for you and apparently Harry.”

or, Harry goes on a date and Nick gets jealous

You Help Me Sing My Song

"He thinks that part of the problem is that lately he’s been thinking about it - about marrying Harry - and suddenly the idea doesn’t seem as ridiculous as it once did and that scares the crap out of him."

or, Nick and Harry get married fic

And How Many Years I’ve Missed You

“So my god, Nick,” Harry folds himself down into a chair, his long legs splaying out under the table. His foot knocks into Nick’s and Nick kicks him back reflexively, his body remembering how to act around Harry even after all this time. “This is bloody crazy,” Harry shakes his head. “It’s been ages, yeah? It’s got to be like, what, five years or something?”

Seven, Nick thinks to himself. You were just nineteen and I was twenty eight and it was seven years ago, not five.

or, the one where Harry and Nick haven't seen each other or been in touch in seven years and then they meet up and things happen

Kiss Me Under the Light of a Thousand Stars

“All right, out with it,” Nick says when Harry stumbles back, hand flitting over his mouth and eyes darting away guiltily. He stares at the ground and kicks the toe of his boot against the pavement. Nick crosses his arms over his chest and glares. “What’s going on with you?”

Harry huffs. “Nothing.”

“Bullshit,” Nick says.

Harry juts his bottom lip out. “Piss off.”

“I’m not going to piss off, because this is not nothing,” Nick says, completely ignoring the way Harry’s trying to deny it. “What’s been going on with you lately, are you trying to get us found out? Like, is this some elaborate scheme of yours that I’m just not privy to?”

“No,” Harry insists. Nick stares him down. Every time Harry tries to look away Nick follows him with his gaze until Harry finally sighs and runs his hands through his hair. “Maybe,” he finally mumbles. “I don’t know.”

or - a kind of five times fic that Harry almost gets him and Nick found out in public

Out of love I made you a cake. (Also out of milk, eggs, flour, sugar, and vanilla.)

fic for the prompt: Nick wants to learn how to bake so that he can impress on a lad he met. He asks Harry for help, but insead of falling for his newfound lad, he falls for Harry. Harry falls right back at him.

I Think I Love You Better Now

Just because Harry’s around doesn’t mean he’s going to hear from him or get to see him at all.

Nick doesn’t even expect it, it’s been so long since he’s got anything more than a perfunctory text letting Nick know where on the earth Harry is, so when his phone remains silent through the next few days Nick’s not disappointed nor surprised; he’s pretty much come to expect that by now.

or, Harry gets home from tour and see Nick for his birthday

Just You and Everyone You Know

“The problem with pop stars,” Nick says, “is that everyone wants a piece.”

Tear Up the Planks

He stares at the dildo some more, then places it carefully back on top of the condoms and lube and slides the drawer closed. He’s just going to forget he ever saw it; that’s the only thing to do, really. He and Harry are best mates but if Harry’s never mentioned to him that he sometimes gets lads off in his bed with toys, well, that’s apparently Harry’s business to keep. Nick’s fine about it.

and I'll steal us a car, and we'll drive to the stars

“Fuck it,” Harry says firmly. “You’ve got a few days off; I’m taking a few days off. We haven’t hung out in forever and you need some time to get away. I don’t care where we go, let’s just…I don’t know, Nick, let’s just drive and figure it out or something. Let’s just go.”

or: Harry takes Nick on a roadtrip.

Want It to Be You and I Forever

“So we make a deal, yeah? If neither of us are married by what, the time we turn thirty? Then we get married to each other,” Harry says simply.

Nick stares. He’s waiting for the punchline or for Harry to yell gotcha! and let Nick know this was all just a big joke of an idea. He keeps waiting though, and it doesn’t happen.

“So stay single until we turn thirty,” Nick says calmly. “And then if we’re thirty and not with anyone we marry each other.”

“Right.”

“Like...like in one of those terrible Mills and Boon novels my mum reads.”

“Yes,” Harry says and grins. “Exactly.”

or: Harry and Nick make a marriage pact.

In a Sky Full of Stars I Think I See You

“No, it’s not - ” Niall takes a deep breath. “It’s just been a rough fucking day. He was out with Cal in Cal’s car. Cal was driving and it was - it was nothing, really.” Niall laughs bitterly. “They weren’t being chased, there were no paps. It wasn’t the motorcycle or anything to do with who we are or who Harry is or anything. It was just...just a lady who wasn’t paying attention and ran a red light. Could have literally happened to anyone.” He laughs again, quiet and a bit sad. “She didn’t even know who Harry was when the ambulance got there. Leave it to Hazza to get hit by the one person in all of LA who’s got no idea who the fuck he is.”

Nick closes his eyes. Talking to Niall is making him feel better, at least a little bit. Niall is joking and only getting sad for quick moments, so Nick’s sure that Harry’s not dying, it’s just…

“How is he?” Nick asks softly.

Niall’s quiet for a moment before he says, “He’s pretty banged up.”

or - Harry gets hurt and Nick goes and takes care of him