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Can you do #2 and idk the number but it was "kiss me, again" I think. I love your writing btw🤍🤍

Prompt #2 : ‘You’re awake? Fuck.’ & Prompt #47: ‘Kiss me again’

A/N: this has been heavily requested, and is of course a friend to lovers as it’s my favourite thing to write and this is probably my favourite thing I’ve wrote in a while <33 also thank you very much to whoever asked this, ily xxx

word count: 2.3k

You and Harry had become immune to the questions now, it was all simply a routine. ‘Are you two….?’ Was the most common one, with the quick glance between the two of you and the finger that would flicker between the two. ‘No.’ Was always your reply, with a small smile while Harry would laugh lightly and always reply ‘Just good friends’ mate.’

In the beginning, it was awkward, for you at least. With every question came an awkward silence and not knowing what to say. Harry would laugh and you would feel awful about yourself because of it. Was it really that funny, the idea of him being with you? But now, now it was simple. It just was not like that and never would be between the two of you. So, you had thought.

‘It’s Li’s wedding in a few months, all the boys have dates and I don’t want to be fucking nineth wheeling the whole time. Fancy coming with?’ You looked over to Harry, eyebrows furrowed, as you took in what he had said. ‘You want me to come to Li’s wedding with you?’ Harry nodded in response to your question, taking another handful of popcorn and putting it into his mouth.

“Don’t you feel like that’s a bit weird? Why don’t you take that girl you’ve been seeing?” You say nonchalantly, returning your gaze back to the TV before Harry reaches to pause it. He sighs as he does, before facing you. “Look, I can’t just bring some random girl to one of my best mates’ weddings, she’ll be in the photos and it’ll just be weird. Like really weird. You’re a friend of all of us and Liam said he wants you there, please?” He asks, well pleads really.

You roll your eyes before sighing in defeat. “Fine, but I’m still pissed at Liam for not inviting me himself and just assuming I’d be fine going with you.” Harry shrugs before pressing play again, “He just know you can’t say no to the charm of Harry Styles.” You slap him lightly, “Get your head out of your arse Styles.” You retaliate.

“When and where is it again?” You ask, standing up to refill your glass with water. “This weekend and Italy.” You gasp after taking in a mouthful of water, causing yourself to choke slightly. Harry runs in as he hears you struggling to breathe. He helps by patting you on the back firmly as you begin to cough. “This fucking weekend Harry? As in four days?” Harry shrugged and nodded. “Yeah, what’s the issue?”

“I have a job Harry. A normal job unlike you. I’m not a musician who can just take time off when I need to. I don’t have anything to wear. Fuck Harry, why aren’t you more organised.” Harry interrupted your rambling quickly, “Woah, woah, woah, shush for a second. I’ve already spoken to your boss and he said it was fine. I gave his daughter tickets to a show and he said we were even. I’ll get Lambert to contact some people and you’ll have a dress, tailored to you that matches my suit in time for when we leave okay? Don’t stress.” You nodded as you took in Harry’s words and tried to not overthink too much about the coming days.

You were stressed. You had an hour until you had to be at the venue and you hadn’t even tried the dress on yet. Harry was busy getting his suit on in the other room as you paced up and down. “Stop pacing, you’re driving me insane.” Harry barks from the other room. You listen to him and grab the dress from the hanger. You place your legs inside the bottom, stepping into it as you pull it up around you. It was a beautiful blue satin dress with a low v neck which sat on top of your chest, it fitted you perfectly and you were so grateful. You admired yourself in the mirror and finally felt like you could breathe as you fell more and more in love with the dress that was wrapped around your figure.

Walking out to see Harry, you placed your earrings in. You rest against the doorframe leading into the bathroom as he fixes his tie in the mirror before sighing in defeat and throwing his arms around. He looked stunning in his double-breasted navy suit, his handkerchief matching the pattern of the tie he was struggling to put on. ‘Help.’ He whined as he pouted and looked at you for the first time. ‘Fuck.’ He mumbled as he walked towards you. ‘You look…’ He started as you just laugh and pretended to flick your hair over your shoulder. ‘You don’t need to tell me how good I look.’ You mutter with a small laugh as he continues to gawk at you.

You reach for his tie and begin to do it up as he continues speaking. ‘No honestly, you look so beautiful. See I told you, you didn’t need to stress. Plus I don’t think I’ve ever seen Gucci look so good on anyone compared to the way it looks on you.’ He says and it was your turn to gawk at him. You slap him lightly as you drop his half-finished tie. ‘What the fuck do you mean Gucci?’ He just shrugged as he looked at you, smiling cheekily, ‘What? Couldn’t let you turn up in anything less than you are worth.” You finish off his tie before placing your hands on either of his shoulders, looking at him in the eye.

“How much did this put you back Harry?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. “Does it matter?” He whines, rolling his eyes and walking passed you. “Yes it does, to me.” Harry just shakes his head, grabbing your purse, “Look can we just go?”

“Not until you tell me.” You state, placing a hand on your hip and he sighs knowing he never is going to win against you. “£2,700.” He mumbles but you hear him and he hears your gasp. “Harry!” You yell as you look at him and he instantly goes to defend himself. “Look it’s not everyday you get to go to a wedding in Rome with your best friend okay? I just wanted you to feel amazing and have an amazing time. Please, you don’t owe me anything. I did this off my own back and I hate to be that person but it didn’t even dent the figure in my bank okay? I wanted to do this! So just say thank you and let’s get going.” You sigh as he opens the door and signals for you to leave. “Okay! Okay. I’m very, very grateful and you’re the best friend ever but don’t go thinking I’ve dropped this okay?” You warn, pointing your finger at him as he follows behind you with a small laugh.

The whole day was magical. You teared up at the ceremony. You always have and always would. There was just something about love, that made you emotional. Niall passed you a tissue and Harry gave you a reassuring cuddle as you watched Liam and Maya tie the knot. You were sat on a table with all the boys and their partners at dinner and laughed along with them at Zayn’s best man speech. A few stories were spilt about all the boys and you could not help but gently slap Harry as you found out secret antics that he had partaken in when he was in his early twenties in the band. But as the night grew on, you became more and more tired.

“Harry, I think I’m going to head back to the room.” You muttered with a small yawn as you looked at your watch to see it was growing closer to one in the morning and Liam was about to lift Louis up in the air, attempting to recreate the iconic scene from Dirty Dancing. “One more drink and then I’ll come back with you.” Harry promised as his attention went from Lilo to you and then back to Lilo, yet now they were on the floor in a heap at the failed attempt. You giggle and give in, taking another sip of your drink as Harry gets up to have one more dance with the boys.

“So you and Harry, hey? He finally plucked up the courage then?” Maya says as she perches next to you, you look up as a loud roar comes from the dancefloor and recognise the all too familiar opening chord of What Makes You Beautiful. The boys begin getting over excited and shouting the lyrics at the top of their lungs. “Huh? Nothing’s going on between me and Harry.” You laugh as Maya reddens. “But what do you mean ‘finally plucked up the courage’?” Maya dismissed her comment saying it must have been ‘the alcohol talking’. You nod as she gets up to join Liam and dance with him to the overly played One Direction tune. Harry waltzed over to you before your head could begin to work at what Maya had said.

“Let’s get going love.” He said as he reached out for your hand, after reaching to pick up your heels that had been discarded onto the floor hours ago. “We’re off to bed lads. Night.” Harry yells waving, as the boys collectively wolf whistle and Niall yells, ‘Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.’ You roll your eyes at their childish behaviour before hobbling out of the hall, wincing at the pain. “Your feet hurting you love?” Harry asks stopping as you continue to seethe in pain. “Yeah a bit, don’t worry about it. It’s not far to the room.” Harry simply shook his head and reached down to scoop you up in his arms before you could even argue with him.

“Put me down.” You say as he carries you, but you don’t have enough energy to fight him as he tells you to shush, claiming you were ‘light as a feather’. You quickly passed out in his arms and only awoke slightly when you felt yourself fall onto the bed. You kept your eyes shut as you heard Harry moving around in the room, you heard the metal of his belt, understanding that he was stripping down to get into bed.

When he stopped you felt him tapping your arm lightly. “Y/n, lovie, turn over so I can undo your dress if that’s okay?” You did as he said and felt his delicate fingertips glide over your skin as he undone the zip of your dress, he pulled the small straps off your arms before pulling the dress off of you to reveal your underwear before he placed the cover over your exposed skin and slipped into bed beside you as you moved, your back now facing him.

This was normal for the two of you. You had shared a bed together dozens of times, only in your underwear, but tonight, it felt different. He waited for a while, waiting for your breathing to change to signal that you were asleep before wrapping his arms around you. He traced your skin lightly before beginning to speak, “You looked so beautiful today.” He whispered. “I wanted to tell people you were mine today. That I was the one who you loved. The one who knew all your secrets. The person who you returned to at the end of every single day. That I was the luckiest man alive to be able to call you mine. But I’m too scared to do it. To even tell you what I want. Because, what if it changes everything. What if I don’t even get to have a part of you. What if I don’t get to be the man you come to moan about other men to. What if I don’t get to be the man you trust with everything, even the secrets that your previous partners don’t. What if it fucks up everything? I can’t do that to us. I can’t do that to you.” He sighs, placing a kiss to the back of your neck before resting his head on you.

“You’re so selfish, do you know that?” You whisper back to him, not moving. “You’re awake? Fuck.”  You turn to look at him in the darkness of the room, still able to make out the features of his face.

“Yes I’m still awake. And I’m pissed that you’ve been making all these decisions for me to be honest Styles.” You say with a small laugh and he can’t help but laugh too. “I-…” He is lost for words and his mind is racing, as is yours but you know this is what you want. What you’ve always wanted.

So you don’t have to think twice before leaning down and placing your lips on his. He welcomes the feeling immediately, wrapping his arms around you to pull you even closer. You pull away to look at him as he breathes slowly, both of you registering what just happened.

“Kiss me again.” Harry states and you did just that, smiling as you kiss him again and he pulls you on top of him. When you pull away again this time, it’s you that speaks up. “Still just good friend’s?” Harry looked at you, expressionless.

“Are you fucking kidding?” He asked as he looked at you, a smile on your face that he could not help but mirror. “You bitch.” He said beginning to tickle you, as you laughed. “Don’t threaten me with the friend zone ever again, we are way past that now.’ He said, continuing to tickle you. “Okay, okay. Now stop.” You beg as you try your best to wiggle out of his grip.

“I’m in love you.” He says, placing a kiss to your head.

“I’m in love you too.”

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this makes me feel like I’m a woman driving down the coast after just leaving her fiance at the altar enjoy

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Hiya :) just checkin’ in & letting you know...

new prompts will be up this week, I’ve just been seriously snowed under with stuff so I will try my best to get a long one in!! All my asks and prompts that have been requested will be done soon, I’ve seen them all and will get back to doing them ASAP!! x

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Teacher Harry Fics

Not gonna lie, this is probably one of my favourite tropes. So of course he needs his own post! 

Please let me know of anymore that I can add; Here

All the Things Yet To Come by @harrysdodgyankles - Post Doc Harry advisor Blurb, Novella  part one 

@atlafan 

Open Door Policy  - Y/N is Harry’s TA

I’m Having Your Baby, Part 2 - Harry is a professor, and you are a academic advisor.

What’s Your Favorite Subject? - Harry is a teacher and you are the new school counselor.

Burning Words by @cherryyharryy - Teachers Assistant

Extra Credit by @havethetimeofyourstyles - Professor Harry

Green Eyes by @narrymccartney - Teacher co-workers

Harry is Y/N’s Criminology Teacher, Part 2 by @jawllines

If Love Be Rough With You, Part 2 by @wonderrdies - Harry and Y/N are Professors

Implications, Part two, Part three by @waitingfortwilight - Professor Harry

Serotonin and Dopamine by @majorharry - Teacher’s Assistant

Substitude Teacher by @harrystylessmutt - Substitute teacher Harry

Sir by @colaharry - Teacher Harry. Doesn’t have a happy ending

@styleslovebot​

Cockwarming - Professor Harry

When I Kissed the Teacher, Good Vibrations, When i’m Sixty Four, Lola  - English professor

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Prompt #1 : ‘I’ve told you before, I’m not getting a puppy.’

word count : 0.7k

a/n : short one but i fell in love with this idea and just had to do it....angst to fluff !! also this was requested but i accidently deleted it as I was writing it ://

It had been a continuous war between the two of you. Harry has always wanted a puppy, he was enticed by their adorable faces. Whenever they passed a dog on a walk, Harry would ways make a huge fuss of it. Crouching down after asking the owner if he was okay to stroke him. He would coo and always say, ‘Look at how adorable he is.’ Before pulling his own version of a puppy dog face at you.

However your biggest mistake was giving in, and deciding to visit a shelter in hopes that Harry would be put off. But simply that just made things worse. If Harry had it his way, he would have taken them all home in an instant. You remember having to practically drag him out by his ear and threaten no sex for a month. He moved quickly after that.

It’s not that you were a heartless monster. You agreed with Harry they were adorable and there were many dogs who desperately needed rehoming, but it just simply wasn’t convenient. So here you were, having the same argument again.

‘Harry...’ you sigh as he brought the idea of getting a puppy up again as you sat, watching a movie. ‘Come on y/n. We’re pretty series, I think it’ll be a good test of our relationship don’t you think.’ You shake your head. ‘Harry, I’ve told you before, I’m not getting a puppy. You’re barely here and I would get stuck with it, having to feed it and train it and toilet train it, it would all fall on my shoulders.’

‘We could take it on tour with us, it would work.’ Harry tried to persuade. ‘No harry, we’re not responsible enough. We’re only in our twenties Harry; you’re at the prime of your career, you can’t have something like that thing you down. What if you decided you don’t want me in a few months what then...’ you begin to become overwhelmed as your breath quickens.

Harry is by your side in an instant, stroking up and down your arms. ‘It’s okay y/n...hey, hey what’s going on?’ He asks holding you in attempt to calm you down. ‘I’m pregnant.’ You state, looking at him as you watch his reaction. Harry’s face expressed nothing and he stayed silent, who you really couldn’t stand. For the the first time in your four years of being with him, you couldn’t read him.

It was agonising as you watched, trying to decipher what hat he was thinking. ‘Harry,’ you cry, ‘Please say something. I know this isn’t what we planned, I know you probably don’t want this but-‘ Harry’s lips turned into a smile, as he looked up at you. ‘You’re really pregnant?’ He asks, his hands moving straight to your belly and you were shocked at his sudden affection. You nodded with a small smile as his grew.

‘Holy shit Y/n, we’re going to be parents!’ He exclaimed excitedly. ‘Wait you’re not, you’re not mad about this?’ Harry shook his head instantly, ‘Are you joking? This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me love. To us. We’re having a baby.’ He kissed you quickly as you broke out into a smile. ‘I don’t want you to stop what you’re doing, touring is your life, you love it so much and-‘

Harry shook his head and interrupted you, ‘Our little family is my life, you’ve always been my number one and now we have a little one to join us who will always become my number one. We will work this out, please don’t worry. I’m going to be there for you, every single step of the way babe.’ He says as he rests his forehead on yours, kissing your nose slightly as you both laugh. His hands return to your belly.

‘So still no puppy?’ He asks and you laugh, shaking your head. ‘One thing at a time H.’ You say. You couldn’t wait to start your next chapter of your life with the love of your life and your growing child inside of you.

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Watermelon Sugar hitting #1 with those trumpets™️ is justice for Olivia

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can you do #25

Prompt #25 : ‘That was weirdly hot.’

word count: 2.3k

a/n: alcohol consumption, swearing & smutttt :)

“I’ve already told you H, I can’t go out tonight. Not after last time. Besides, we know you’ll get shit faced twenty minutes into it and I’ll be responsible with looking after you.’ Harry sighed as he sat into the sofa besides you. ‘Please Y/N, this isn’t like last time, it’s for Louis birthday!’ He exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air.

‘His birthday was six weeks ago.’ You say, shaking your head looking at him. ‘I know but-‘

‘No but’s Harry, I’m not going.’ You say picking up your phone, ‘What if I don’t drink? I’ll be designated driver? Please please just come. I want you there, you know I can’t deal with them without you.’ He says, his eyes pleading as he looks at you. ‘Fine,’ Harry exclaims a small ‘yes’ under his breath as you agree, ‘But we’re taking your posh yellow car.’ Harry rolled his eyes but soon agreed, telling you to be ready in an hour.

‘You look so beautiful.’ He says as you walk out and you roll your eyes. ‘You don’t mean that’d it’s all just covered love.’ You say, reaching for your bag. ‘It’s not, I mean it. You look amazing.’ You smile lightly at him as you walk out of your apartment, him following behind.

When you arrive at the club, it was already packed. And you sighed at that fact. ‘I’ll go get you a drink alright love, what do you want?’ You ponder over your options before deciding on a cocktail. Harry walks over to the bar as you greet his friends. ‘Ah look Harry’s bird is here.' Louis exclaims as you walk over to their group. ‘I’m nobody’s bird Lou, you know that.’ You say, hugging him quickly as he just laughs.

‘Where is the man of the hour?’ Niall interrupts as you sit down, ‘He is at the bar, getting me a drink.’ Niall laughs lightly, ‘I’m surprised your drinking.’ You watch as Harry walks over, and places a drink in front of you. ‘The deal was I come, I drink and he doesn’t.’ You say, tilting your head toward where Harry was now sat next to you. ‘So we’re getting Y/n completely fucked tonight and Harry is going to be completely sober? Wow how the tables have turned.’ Louis said with a small laugh.

Drink after drink was handed to you, all buzzing that after years, you were finally getting slaughtered and it was killing Harry. You and him had been friends for the longest time and your dynamic was something nobody understood apart from the two of you. People thought you were a couple, but others thought you hated one another. You loved H and couldn’t imagine your life without him. And neither could he. But you’d be lying if you said you and Harry had never passed the friendship line.

The intimate touches that were shared when one of you was needing it most was something you never mentioned. You ignored the rare morning kisses, and looks between the two of you from across a room. ‘My round.’ You yell, and everyone begins to yell their orders and you try your best to remember them. You nod at every person as you try to retain the information, ‘come on I’ll help you.’ You accept the help quickly and without a second thought.

Harry walks towards the bar, his hand hanging on the lower part of your back. When you walk up to the bar, you push your way through the men to the front and you get served straight away, listing off the dozen drinks and Harry tried his best to fight through the crowd to stand beside you. ‘All that for a little lady like you?’ One guy asks, with a quick smile and you shake your head.

You knew he was one of the guys, the type of guy that would take you home and chuck you out the minute that he climaxed just from his nickname that he called you. ‘This little lady,’ you say with a sarcastic smile, ‘is very good at keeping her drink down, thank you.’ You smile at him again.

‘Feisty...’ he comments, ‘I like it. What would a guy like me have to do to get a little girl like you to come hone with me tonight?’ He winked. Harry was now by your side and was ready to butt in whenever you needed him, but he knew you had this and just laughed lightly at the man’s comment, having no idea what he had started with you. Harry was jealous of your endless string of men, there was no point in denying that, but it made good entertainment as he watched you deny man after man every time you ended up out together til you found one good enough to satisfy your needs. Even then Harry thought they wouldn’t be able to satisfy you the way that he could.

‘How about, if I can down all twelve of these drinks in a minute I will leave without another word, but if I don’t. I come home with you right now.’ The man stood up and raised his eyebrow at the challenge before agreeing, ‘You might as well come with me right now little one.’ He said winking as Harry interrupted, ‘I wouldn’t be so sure about that mate.’

The man starts counting as you neck the first three drinks in the first 15 seconds, as time went on Harry began to worry that you were slacking. He counted down from 10, as he glanced to see you downing your third from last drink. 9...you picked up the third glass placing it to your lips. 8...you began drinking it and was half way through as he said 7...the whole bar now joining in. 6....you placed the glass down and grabbed the second. 5...you downed the second and grabbed the last drink. 4...3...and the drinks were gone. You tipped the last one upside down over your head just to prove it was gone as the crowd cheered and the man walked away, entirely embarrassed and fucked off.

The bar gave you the drinks on the house, people jumping in to hand you money as they congratulated you and you laughed looking at Harry, feeling insanely dizzy now though. ‘That was weirdly hot.’ Harry says as he supports you back to the group of your mates, before heading off to grab the tray of drinks. You enlighten everyone on the story before downing your drink and telling them it was about time you headed home. Harry agreed before taking your hand in his, and holding your bag for you as he walked you towards the car.

‘Come home with me?’ You ask as Harry climbs into the drivers seat after fastening your seatbelt. Harry smiles but nods, he didn’t want to get too excited, the possibility of you simply wanting to sleep when you got home and have him hold you wasn’t as nearly exciting as what he had i mind but he would be greatful for it no matter what. Despite you both crossing the friendship line together more than a handful of times, neither of you had ever admitted or spoke about how much those moments meant to each other. Until that night.

Harry picked you up, carrying you bridal style until you reached your door and he only put you down to unlock it before he picked you back up again. He placed you on the bed before kneeling and beginning to take your shoes off. You sit up and hold his head in your hands, admiring him before saying, ‘you’re so beautiful, do you know that H?’ Harry laughs at your drunken confession before going to undo your other shoe. ‘I’m being serious!’ You defend, now pouting slightly. ‘You’re so gorgeous, any woman would be lucky to have you.’

Harry stood up as he placed your shoes by your wardrobe, sitting next to you and beginning to undo the buttons of your dress. ‘I don’t want any woman, I want one woman.’ He says as he turns away to allow you to strip off your dress, but you don’t move. ‘Harry,’ you sigh, ‘look at me.’ You say, and he does as you ask. When he turns he can’t help but look down towards your chest, which was covered by a white lace bra. He lifted his eyes up to your face after realising they had lingered a little too long.

‘I want you too.’ You say, as you pull down the rest of your dress, revealing your matching knickers. You stand in between his legs as you watch his eyes scan your body. You push him slightly and he falls back, resting on his elbows as you climb onto his lap. He didn’t know what to do, confusion crossed his face as you placed yourself on his fully clothed lap. ‘Y/n, I’m not going to do this with you, not when you’re in this state.’ You pouted as you climbed off his lap to cover yourself back up. Even in your drunken haze you felt embarrassed, and wanted to hit yourself for potentially misreading the whole situation.

But when he stood up and you felt a small tug on your wrist as he pulled you into him, all your worries instantly disappeared. He placed his lips delicately on yours as he walked backwards onto your bed, to resume the position you were just in. You began to undo his shirt as he placed kisses along your neck. ‘I meant, I want to do this with you, properly.’ You nod, as you try to make sense of his words, the sexual connection between the two of you not allowing you to make sense of the situation truly. Harry stops and places a finger under your chin to lift your face up to look at him.

‘If you wake up tomorrow, and still want this as much as I do and as much as you do now..I’m all yours.’ You sigh at the fact he was turning you down but were ultimately greatful for him having a level head on him. You nodded but still pulled his shirt off none the less, as he pulled down his jeans to slip into bed beside you. When you were under the covers, Harry disappeared and returned with a glass of water and an aspirin. ‘For when you wake up.’ He said as he placed it down on your bed side table, kissing your head and before walking round and climbing into bed beside you.

Initially he was stuck, not wanting to cross any unwanted or disrespectful boundaries, but when you turned over and placed your hand over his stomach and a leg over his thighs, he welcomed the feeling and snuggled himself into you.

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When you woke up, your head was banging and you initially struggled to keep your eyes open. You looked down slightly to see a sleeping Harry, with his head rested on your chest and his nose inbetween the dip between your breasts. You laugh lightly before looking over to your beside table, reaching to get the drink and the tablet. Your sudden movements caused Harry to stir as he opened his eyes, you watched as he rubbed them and yawned, endeared by how adorable he was.

Harry was unsure on what to do, not knowing how you were feeling until you reached down to place your lips to his and mumbled a small ‘Good morning sunshine.’ You saw his body relax as he welcomed your lips and began kissing you heavier, moving up so he could pull you on top of him. You laughed lightly as his fingertips brushed up and down your side, tickiling you. You pushed yourself onto his lap so you were situated more comfortably but was met with his hardening cock.

‘Someone’s got morning wood.’ You comment, pulling away from his lips as he groans slightly at the loss of contact. ‘Well that’s gonna happen when you have to turn down the girl you’ve been crushin’ on for twelve years.’ You gasp lightly as you look at him, ‘12 years!’ You whisper, pretending to be shocked as if you didn’t feel the exact same. ‘That’s a long time.’ You say, going back to kissing him. ‘Trust me, I know.’ He says before moving you again so now he was resting on top of you, his hands supporting him up.

His lips moved from yours, to your neck, before edging closer to where you needed him most. You couldn’t help the moan as he breathed over your lower stomach, and began kissing your inner thigh. You parted your legs instinctively as he edged closer to your core. Harry looked up at your state and moaned himself, watching you squirm under his touch as he moved his fingers underneath the damp cloth of your underwear. ‘Fuckin’ hell.’ He moaned as he noticed just how wet you were.

He hooked his fingers round the sides of your underwear and worked quickly to pull them down. He looked up at you as he spread you open, his mouth working away as his fingers entertained your clit. You were a mess under his touch, and you could tell how much he was enjoying this. He worked quicker as you became closer to your high, your legs beginning to shake and your hand automatically feeling for his hair, tugging on it.

‘Harry.’ You moan, and he pulls his head away from between your thighs. Before you could even complain about the lost of contact, his tongue had soon been replaced by his fingers as he pumped them inside and out, kissing you as you threw your head back in pleasure. He kissed your neck as you rode out the your high. ‘Fuck Harry. Fuck..’ you moaned as you finally let go, breathing heavily as he smiled at you.

You reach down to cup his length but he just shakes his head, ‘this morning was about you.’ He kisses you quickly, pecking you across your face and down your neck, tickling you and causing you to giggle. ‘I could get used to waking up like that.’ You sigh as he laughs, ‘Well get used to it love, because I’m not going anywhere and that is my new favourite thing to do.’

it’s been a long time since i wrote smut....but there you go ;) enjoy!! and a new prompt will be up on Wednesday! x

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can you do something with #39 ?? love ur writing

Prompt #39 : ‘Harry, I said I don’t want a fucking drink!’

word count: 1,622 

a/n : angst, sorry in advance :( & a bit of swearing!!

Harry was a special man in your life, and because of that, he was the only man in your life. You and H had been friends since preschool when he threatened to tell on the kid who took your crayon and the rest was pretty much history.

When you turned 10, Harry slaved over a cake, explaining how being double digits was a huge milestone.

When you turned 13, Harry congratulated you on getting your first job as a paper round. And he was also the one to bring you your favourite pizza when you left your first job as a paper round.

When you turned 15, Harry insisted on trying your first alcoholic drink with you after he had snuck away some of his dad’s whiskey that he kept in the cupboard. He was also there to hold your hair back as you gagged and threw up at the taste.

But when you turned 17, Harry was no longer about.

Harry had auditioned for the X Factor as both you and Anne had pushed him to, and when he got through you were buzzing. You sat and watched the live shows with his family and facetimed him every week while he was down in London, winning the hearts of the country. Until it all just stopped.

He became busier, the facetimes turned into calls, and the calls turned into texts. When he came third, you were heartbroken for him. But it didn’t last long. His career took off and he seemingly never looked back.

You kept up with him as much as you could, keeping up to date with the boy’s most recent releases and always congratulating him on his success. He replied to begin with but soon enough, your number became one that he forgot about. You wish you could say you grew angrier with him as time went on but you didn’t, you just became more proud.

Anne insisted Harry still remembered you when you visited her and promised to bring you up in conversation next time he was home, but it came as no surprise when he didn’t call or text. You stayed in Holmes Chapel, running your own business, fairly successfully but your love life was a different question entirely. Having the infamous Harry Styles as your ex-best friend was a tough expectation for any man to meet. Nobody was ever going to be as considerate as Harry was. Nobody was going to care for you the way Harry did. No man was Harry, except Harry.

Even after the band split and he began his solo career, he still managed to hold a grip on you, a grip that you couldn’t shift as easily as he had. So when you picked up your mail after returning from the office one evening and finding a handwritten letter in his handwriting, you couldn’t quite believe it. You tore it open without a second thought, quickly scanning over the note.

“Y/N,

I’m sorry it’s taken me, what, eight years to reach out to you again. Part of me wished I had a good reason for my absence in your life, but the truth is I don’t. I was going to come and speak to you myself but you know firsthand just how much of a pussy I am when it comes to this kind of thing.

I’m having a small get together with all my closest friends and family, before the release of my second album and I would really love to see you there. I know we have a lot to talk about, and it’s not for another six weeks yet, but I remember how anxious you get about things like this, and not knowing all the details.

I was hoping we could potentially meet before, in the next few days, I’m sure we have a lot to catch up on. It would be amazing to be able to see you again but I completely understand if you don’t want to meet or attend the party.

It would just be great to see you again, and explain. I also hope your address hasn’t changed since you last told my mum but please, call me.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

Still yours forever,

H x”

You couldn’t help but let out a sigh, when you finished reading it but you didn’t know whether you were sad, angry or simply overwhelmed by it all. Without giving yourself a chance to overthink it, you messaged Harry telling him to meet you at your local bar tomorrow evening after work, knowing there was no way in hell you were going to get through that without a drink.

—

When you walked into the bar, it was fairly empty and you automatically looked for Harry. He had told you he would be there and he was looking forward to seeing you but you didn’t give him the benefit of replying. You were so anxious, you could feel your pulse quicken as you tried your best not throw up the minute your eyes landed on him. He was sitting in the corner, away from the main tables, sipping on what looked like a simple pint. His hair was shorter and a lot less curly than you remember but it wasn’t too much of a shock as you couldn’t escape the pictures that were spread of him everywhere.

You ordered yourself a drink as he spotted you standing at the bar. He didn’t know what to do and hesitated before standing up and walking over to you. You offer a tenner to the woman but Harry quickly tells her to add it to the tab. His voice was deep, and it shocked you. You didn’t want his money, not now, “Sorry can you just cancel that actually. I’m good for now.” You say with a quick smile to the barmaid before walking away, Harry following quickly behind.

“Let me get you a drink.” He said as you sat down, still not having the courage to meet his eyes with your own. You shake your head, as he continues, ‘Please just let me get you a drink, it’s the least I could do.’ You snap your head up to look at him as you reply, ‘Harry, I said I don’t want a fucking drink!’ He was taken back by your sudden outburst and simply nodded before sitting down.

‘It’s nice to see you.’ He smiles at you and you feel yourself immediately lose it. ‘It’s nice to see me? You have to be shitting me Harry seriously? You haven’t reached out to me in over eight years, until one day out of the blue you decide you want me back in your life, that you can come pick up where we left as if nothing had happened and tell me it’s nice to see me? ‘It’s nice to see you’ is what people say when they haven’t seen a friend for a few weeks, not when you abandoned your best friend without a word eight years ago.’

Harry sits and just stares as you continue. ‘Do you know how long I waited for that phone to ring, or for the knock at the door? We were more than friends Harry, we were family and it really fucking hurt that you felt you could just drop me out of nowhere like that.’ You breathed as you began to slow, no longer feeling the need to yell and scream. Your lap became incredibly interesting as Harry sat, nodding lightly, knowing he deserved that and a hell of a lot more.

‘Do you not think it killed me?’ He asked, finally. ‘What?’ He shook his head as he reached to hold your hand. ‘Do you not think that it killed me, having to push you away like that? Every milestone I wanted to share with you, every number one we got, I wanted to call you but I couldn’t, I couldn’t let you get mucked up in this life. It’s fucked up you know, fame? It’s not all as amazing as it seemed and I knew it was only time, no matter what I did, that it would all just become too much for you.’

‘That wasn’t your call to make for me Harry.’ You look at him and see the sadness in his eyes, matching yours. ‘I wouldn’t have cared about anything as long as I had you by my side.’ You say honestly and he moves closer to hug you as you begin to cry. You give in to him as your body leans on him, and it feels right. You can’t remember the last time he held you like this, you were only kids, and now you were both grown up adults, yet he was there to hold you, like you had always wanted him to be.

‘I love you Y/n, I didn’t mean to cause you so much pain I just thought- I was stuck between a rock and a hard place and I didn’t know what to do.’ You pull up from his chest, to look at him and catch the tear from his eye on your finger. ‘I’m in love with you Y/n, I always have been in love with you and that’s why I had to make sure I was never going to lose you, not like that.’ You shake your head, ‘But you did lose me Harry. You pushed me away to the point where I am no longer yours and you are no longer mine. I love you Harry, I always will and always have but this is goodbye. I’m sorry, you made that decision eight years ago for me. Good luck with everything H.’ You kissed him lightly on the head before walking away, out of the bar and out of his life, forever.

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𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 <33 🦋✨

1. “I’ve told you before, i’m not getting a puppy.”

2. “You’re awake? Fuck.”

3. “Why are you awake?”

4. “Woah woah, slow down.”

5. “Why won’t you just tell me the truth?”

6. “Yes, I’m Harry Styles.”

7. “You’re an arsehole, do you know that?”

8. “I’m worried about you.”

9. “Do you ever shut up?”

10. “Have you seen my hoodie?”

11. “Is somebody jealous?”

12. “This is a date?”

13. “Is that.. is that me?”

14. “Sharing is caring.”

15. “You come here often?”

16. “I’ve seen you dotted about.”

17. “That’s beautiful.”

18. “Get your hands off me, their cold.”

19. “You met me yesterday.”

20. “I’m too sober for this.”

21. “I’m too drunk for this.”

22. “She’s hiding behind the sofa.”

23. “Come and fucking help me.”

24. “Regular?”

25. “That was weirdly hot.”

26. “Excuse me?!”

27. “Did you do that?”

28. “Where’s it gone?”

29. “Where are they gone?!”

30. “Are you joking?”

31. “Come on, I’m ill.”

32. “Don’t kiss me.”

33. “Ew germs.”

34. “You’re such a dork.”

35. “I can’t wait to marry you one day.”

36. “Don’t even think about it.”

37. “I’ve heard he’s gay.”

38. “I’ve heard she’s a lesbian.”

39. “Harry I said I don’t want a fucking drink.”

40. “Are you saying I look fat?”

41. “What...is that my merch?”

42. “Come with me?”

43. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

44. “I win.”

45. “You’ll regret this.”

46. “Race ya.”

47. “Kiss me again.”

48. “Nobody’s ever kissed you before?”

49. “I feel like a villain with you sometimes.”

50. “Stop it with those eyes, you know I can never say no.”

51. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

52. “Was that you?”

53. “What are you smiling about?”

54. “If I get it, are you actually going to help?”

55. “You really gonna just stand there?”

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Hi! I loved your last blurb and I was wondering if you had a prompt list and if requests are open? 🥺💞

Yes I do have a prompt list! I will post it now and yes requests are open to it! In all honesty, I haven’t ran my own Tumblr in a long time so I’m trying me best to get my head around it all again! hahaha :) I’ll post it now!! x

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this is THE best thing i’ve ever read, thank you <33

When I Look at You | Harry Styles (#fallinharry10k)

Authors Note: happy 10 years to 1D and happy 10k followers to me, thank you so much!! So, this is my fic for #fallinharry10k writing fest (which has also been ready for a couple weeks now). +30k words of pure angst and fluff. I’ve been working on this for the past two and a half months and I’ve faced so much doubt that I wanted to just delete it and give up but I pushed through and it’s finally here and ready and a long fucking ride so buckle up, get some snacks and some tissues and good luck!! (Psst, also, there’s gonna be a bunch of spinoff oneshots and blurbs that will make up for the lack of smut in this long ass bible-like fic) xx

Summary: he’s a popstar, she’s his best friend. He has an album to write, she has a kid to raise. Supporting each other through thick and thin, it isn’t until he’s welcomed to the world of god-parenthood that he finally realises what’s always been right in front of him.

Warnings: a hell of a lot of angst and fluff, mentions of fire, emotional/mental manipulation, hella insecurities and solid, 30k worth of angsty slow burn and convincing unrequited love.

Word Count: 35,982 

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masterlist :)

P R O M P T S 

#1 ‘I’ve told you before, I’m not getting a puppy.’

#2 “You’re awake? Fuck.”

#25 ‘That was weirdly hot.’

#39 ‘Harry, I said I don’t want a fucking drink!’

#41 ‘What...is that my merch?’

#47 ‘Kiss me again.’

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PROMPT : #41

‘What...is that my merch?’

word count : 635,, it’s a short one :)

warnings: fluff, fluff & more fluff.

it took you as a surprise when you discovered you shared mutual friends with none other than harry styles. the previous member of one of the biggest boy bands in the world, and now a successful solo artist. and it took you as an even bigger surprise to discover this within seconds of him introducing himself to you.

you registered his face as he shook hands with the person stood beside you, a drink in his other hand. one of your good friends introduced him to you, ‘y/n this is harry, harry this is y/n.’ you tried your best to hide the fact you had been dreaming about this moment since you were a teen in 2010, watching him win over the nation’s heart on the tv. you shook his hand and continued the night, trying your best not to fuck up in front of him. you made sure to compliment his work and congratulate him on the success of his most recent album. there was no point in pretending you didn’t know who he was, who didn’t know him? and he appreciated your honesty.

you didn’t see him much that night but what you did notice was that he lived up to his reputation of the nice guy, who couldn’t help but amaze every person he met. you left that club feeling relived, confused but the happiest you had been in a while. knowing seventeen year old you would have never believed you.

yet it was when the cold air hit you, and the shock of your encounter fell away that you realised you were drunk. barely able to stand until a arm supported you up. ‘woah be careful love.’ you looked up to see harry, smiling at your clumsiness. yet if you had been able to, you knew you would have run a million miles to avoid the embarrassment you felt right in that moment. ‘i’m so sorry.’ you apologised, harry just laughed and shook his head telling you to get in the car that was waiting to drive him home.

so that’s how you ended up here. harry fucking styles stood at your door, making sure you were comfortable and sober enough for him to leave you and know you were safe. you tried desperately to get changed out of the tight dress you could barely breathe in, and when you finally pulled it off your body you sighed, feeling so much better already. you shoved on your pyjamas before heading to inform harry that you were okay and very thankful for his efforts and care. yet as you came face to face with the stunning man again, you watched his mouth open and shut quickly, his eyes following down your body. “what...is that my merch?” he asked, teasing lightly and you felt yourself going red, wanting nothing but to shut the door on him and crawl under your covers.

of course you had happened to forget, in your drunken haze, that the top you had planned to wear to bed, just happened to be the 2018 tour t-shirt that had a picture of the man who was now stood in front of you on it. you stumbled over your words, not knowing what to say. you’d attended that tour. of course you had. you managed to go to multiple shows but you swore you would never tell harry that. [although you did, a few weeks down the line when harry finally brought it back up.] harry simply laughed at your flustered state before saying ‘it’s good to know your a fan. goodnight y/n.’ before walking away.

little did you know, that t-shirt, that drunken mistake, arguably lead you to becoming the wife of the man of your dreams and live the life millions of girls across the world wish they could.