#Harry Styles Sunday

[1d1195]

Thursday

Read Tuesday and extras here | 2.8k words

From me: based on this ask/suggestion

Warnings: fluff, a bit of angst

Summary: A lot of things are back to normal. Like coffee dates, movie nights, and sharing a skin routine with Niall. But some things are a little uncharted. Like onions, bookmarks, dishes, and exes.

“What’s your favorite day of the week?” She asked.

“Friday of course,” Niall rolled his eyes. “What else would it be?”

“Saturday, obviously,” Harry stared at his friend as he brought a glass of water from the kitchen. He held it out to her. “Here, kitten.”

“Thank you,” she said softly, taking a long sip before Harry took it back from her and placed it on the coffee table in front of them. “Thursday is my favorite,” she told the pair. Harry fell into the seat beside her, his hand immediately resting on the inside of her leg, squeezing her thigh gently.

“Thursday!?” Niall’s eyebrows pinched together. “You still have a whole workday left! Why would you like Thursday?”

She shrugged. “Just... it’s a good day, you know? It’s anticipating for Friday. It’s nice.”

Harry stared at her dreamily. She could feel him look at her in her peripheral. It had been a while since someone looked at her the way he was looking at her. It hadn’t been long since they admitted they still loved each other. Only a few months. They settled back into the same normal routines they had when they dated the first time. “S’cute, love,” he squeezed her leg. “What movie are we doing tonight, Ni?”

“What number are we on?”

Harry shrugged. “Oh, I haven’t a clue. Think Mitch is keeping us on track.”

Since they started seeing one another again, she hadn’t come to one of their weekly movie nights. It made her feel better about not being overbearing and needy. But Harry invited her every week. Niall too. You don’t have to be here because of Harry. I want you here just as much as he does—maybe more because I’m ready to tie you to a chair to stay, Princess.

So finally, after countless invites, she finally caved. Not that it was hard. She was excited to be there. Their group of friends had been making their way through the Best Picture Oscar winners since the award’s beginning. It was cool to see how things changed over time, and it was really adorable to hear the way Harry talked about it. “I don’t have to stay for movie night,” she reminded Harry quietly. “If you want time with just your friends without—”

Although his mouth opened to protest, it wasn’t Harry that answered. “Princess, don’t be ridiculous,” Niall rolled his eyes. “Course we want you here. Help us pick out food.”

Niall cast his phone to the TV screen and was scrolling through the nearby places that would deliver to them in the next hour when their other friends arrived. “M’feeling pizza I think,” Harry suggested.

“Pizza it is,” Niall selected their favorite pizza place and began selecting way more pizza than seven people could ever eat.

“Make sure there’s one without onions.”

Her heart fluttered that Harry remembered that about her after all their time apart. Part of her thought about just going with it, never admitting the change in her palate. But she didn’t want to lie. “Actually,” she cleared her throat. “I like onions now,” she admitted almost shyly. Like she wasn’t allowed to change her mind.

“Y’do?” Harry blinked and turned fully toward her. A delighted smirk on his lips. It made the dimple in his left cheek pop through prominently.

She nodded. “Not sure how it happened. Think I accidentally ate something with onions in it and didn’t pick them out like a five-year-old. It actually tasted good. I like French onion soup now and everything,” she explained.

Harry’s smile grew, he leaned forward and kissed her forehead as if it was a bigger to do than it was; like winning an award or something. “I told y’that y’would like them,” he chuckled. She rolled her eyes and buried her face in his chest. “So brave,” he teased.

“Oh, shut it,” she laughed. “Did you at least warn them that I would be here?” She asked.

“Sarah is really looking forward to seeing you,” Niall once more took the lead in explaining. “She is tired of being the only girl around.”

While it wasn’t fully said, she knew Harry had been seeing a girl. In one way or another. It wasn’t a bad thing, she wasn’t judging. But Harry got exceedingly cagey about it whenever she tried to broach the subject. “What about—”

Harry squeezed her thigh again. A silent directive to stop her question. Niall smirked as Harry cut off her inquiry (and Niall’s impending quip). “Y’could bring a girl home, y’know,” Harry reminded him.

“She’ll be so jealous of our princess here,” Niall winked making her laugh. It really felt so easy. So simple. Just being back where she was supposed to be. Like nothing had changed at all. “Holding out for the one, Harold. You should know something about that,” he said knowingly and finished placing the pizza order. His phone screen disappeared from the TV, and he left the room.

She didn’t want Harry to feel like he had to hide part of his life from her. They were adults. He was allowed to see anyone he wanted. “You know...you can talk about someone you dated—”

“We didn’t date.”

“—pardon, fucked,” she smirked.

Harry rolled his eyes, his cheeks turning a shade redder than she thought he needed to turn. It didn’t bother her that Harry had a life outside of her. He was unbelievably handsome. Unbelievably sweet. He deserved to be happy. She wasn’t jealous of someone else in his life when she had no claim to him in any way. “I jus’ don’t think s’polite t’talk ‘bout her t’you,” he shrugged. “S’rude.”

“Okay,” she nodded encouragingly. “If that’s how you feel, I just wanted you to know you could if you wanted to.”

Harry seemed a little less on edge about it after that, but she noted his grip on her thigh loosened. Even though she kinda liked how his fingers felt pressed into her skin. She figured she could tell him later when they were alone... and her clothes weren’t in the way.

*

They sat in the very coffee shop she used to work in. It was nice to get out and have an inexpensive date—even with two grown up jobs it was smart to sit and relax in the comfy seats and sip coffee they loved so much. It made her heart flutter that Harry still knew her order after so much time. Or maybe that was a comment on her stubbornness to change. “You should try the hazelnut drink they just got,” she smiled at him as they stood in line, holding hands. “It made me think of you.” The overlap of seeing him after two years and the new drink reminded her of all the things he loved and all the things she remembered loving about him. He leaned toward her and kissed her cheek.

Once seated, Harry stretched his legs; they invaded her space beneath the table. But it didn’t seem to bother her. He admired her concentration on the book she was reading; the little furrow of her brow, the way her lips pursed together. She was so adorable, and Harry didn’t think she even knew. Beneath the table he nudged her leg with his knee, and she glanced up at him. He could tell she didn’t want to look up from her book. But he smiled at her. A smile that made her heart and stomach twist because he was so Harry, so perfect. It made her smile back.

“Harry!”

Both their heads turned to the voice. But after a brief moment, she turned to look at Harry. Trying to piece together the recognition. She came up short, but Harry stood and greeted the girl with a hug politely. There was a little flutter of jealousy that pinched her heart and she waited patiently.

“Kitten, this is Hailey,” his voice was neutral.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she cleared her throat and stood.

Hailey was beautiful. There was no question about it. When she left, she was going to ask about a thousand questions. Starting with if she was a model. Then asking Harry if she knew what kind of hair products she used.

“Same to you,” she smiled politely. Her voice took on a new tone as she turned back to Harry. It was obvious her problem wasn’t with her, for which she was grateful. “Hadn’t heard from Harry in a while.”

“That’s my fault,” Harry’s voice was low. As if he was exhausted. She could tell Harry wanted out of this conversation. Curiosity was getting the better of her as she tried to imagine if she had ever met Hailey prior or heard the name in any stories Niall had told.

“How long have you been seeing each other?” Hailey asked. She noticed her tone was getting harsher by the second. Her glare bored into Harry’s face.

She opened her mouth to say, ‘a few months,’ and get her attention away from her boyfriend. But Harry beat her to the punch. “Two and a half years,” he told her.

Hailey quirked an eyebrow up and she tilted her head at him curiously because while true, technically, there was a large two-year gap between the ‘two’ and the ‘half’ part of his sentence. But it did make her heart happy that he was willing to let the gap slide into oblivion. It would definitely require explanation, but it was nice.

Hailey looked at Harry for a long moment. “That’s news to me.”

“Hailey,” he said quietly.

“I can let you guys talk if—”

“S’fine, kitten,” he said quickly.

Hailey looked irritated beyond belief. She wished she fully knew why because right now the only thing she felt was overwhelming uncomfortableness. Quietly she sat in her seat and folded the page of her book down. Harry did a double take and shook his head before turning his attention back to Hailey.

“You ghosted me,” she said.

Harry closed his eyes. “I did,” he admitted. “But we were never...”

“I deserved more than that.”

“You did,” he agreed. It clicked. The girl that Harry wasn’t dating. The girl he was fucking in some arrangement that she didn’t know about. Her cheeks felt warm just knowing what happened. Hailey looked pissed. Her eyes were fueled with anger. “But we weren’t exclusive.”

She continued to glare at him. “You’re an ass.”

“Yes,” Harry nodded in agreement.

It almost seemed like Hailey was mad Harry was agreeing with her. Not that she could fully look at the scene unfolding in front of her to truly gauge it. She was taking extreme interest in her coffee cup. Hailey grabbed Harry’s cup of coffee, pulled the lid off and she closed her eyes as Harry braced for the cold liquid to cover him. “Good luck,” Hailey said in her direction then marched off to the exit. Once out of the shop and everyone was watching Harry drip from head to toe, she jumped into action. She asked her former coworkers for some towels, and she felt her face heat with embarrassment on behalf of Harry. If she wasn’t there, maybe that wouldn’t have happened. Perhaps Hailey would have had a conversation with Harry that she fully deserved and she wouldn’t have felt the need to dump coffee all over him.

“Kitten,” Harry murmured as she dabbed at his clothes and cleaned up the puddle at his feet. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

She smiled weakly. “It’s okay. Are you alright?”

“M’so embarrassed,” he admitted.

She shook her head. “Let’s get out of here,” she squeezed his arm.

“But our date...”

She laughed quietly. “I mean, I wanted you out of your clothes anyway,” she teased.

Harry chuckled, his cheeks turning slightly pink with her flirtatious joke, and looked at his feet. “Yeah? You’re not mad?”

“Mad?” She asked. There was a long pause as she gathered their belongings, returned the towels to the front where she thanked them profusely. Then she held the door open for Harry, sticky with coffee. He shrugged.

“I didn’t...” He sighed. “I didn’t want to tell you about her.”

“Why?”

“Because, kitten. If I knew y’were fucking some guy for the last two years without any strings attached I would be jealous out of m’mind,” he explained. “I’d be jealous if there were strings.”

She made a mental note to keep her ex to herself. “Well... I’m not mad. I wish you had told me so you could have ended things—”

“She was getting attached. I didn’t want a relationship. I started cutting it off weeks before I heard from you. I had only seen her once or twice in the months prior. She texted every now and again. I didn’t want a relationship,” he repeated. She got a jacket he had left in his backseat to lay over the driver’s seat so he wouldn’t have a car that smelled like sour coffee for the rest of time. They could always wash the jacket.

“No?” She asked. Harry took his seat and waited until she was in the passenger seat to continue.

He shook his head. “Now that I have y’back... I don’t know why we broke up,” he tapped his hands on the steering wheel. Her heart fluttered. “S’obvious now. M’not... I don’t know, kitten. Dating didn’t make sense after you. I tried. Really,” he assured her. “S’jus’... you were... you are special.”

She bit the inside of her cheek and felt the heat warm her skin with adoration and embarrassment. “You don’t have to pretend like you didn’t have a life while I wasn’t around.”

“I know. And I was wrong for how I handled Hailey,” he assented.

“Maybe, yes. But she didn’t need to pour coffee all over you.”

“At least it was iced,” Harry chuckled. She smiled. “Are we okay?”

“Of course,” she giggled.

Harry sighed with relief and grabbed her hand. He kissed her knuckles. Turning the car on and backing out of the spot. “Since when d’you fold the page of y’book like a serial killer?”

*

Harry always sucked at doing dishes. When she stayed at his house in the beginning of their relationship it drove her nuts to no end. He used too many and piled them high. Then he would leave them without soaking for so long it was miserable. It wasn’t even her responsibility to do the dishes but she felt like it was after he did all the cooking.

Which was why when he finished making dinner for them on a night in, she was floored to see him doing the dishes right away. Soaking and scrubbing them as she had done so many times over.

“You don’t like dishes,” she mumbled in surprise putting leftovers in Tupperware and condiments in the fridge.

He smirked glancing over his shoulder. “Didn’t realize how much I was torturing you all the years ago.”

She gaped. “What?”

“Niall went t’do the dishes after me shortly after we broke up,” he chuckled. “Said, ‘no wonder she broke up with you; I don’t even want t’be your roommate right now.’ Y’should have said something, kitten.”

Her cheeks felt warm. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“No,” he nodded firmly. “It was pretty bad, baby,” he nudged her with his hip.

She giggled and took the large pan that Harry had used to make stir fry (something that she had forgotten he made so well. It was delicious) and began drying it. “I don’t know, seemed like a bitchy thing to say ‘hey, I know you just made dinner for me and it was delicious and a lot of work, but I kind of want to strangle you for how difficult it is to wash the dishes.’”

He flicked water at her making her wrinkle her nose. The expression was adorable, made her look even cuter than she normally did so that Harry’s heart skipped a beat. “Y’can’t hide stuff like that, kitten. Y’do that and I won’t know m’gonna lose you so I can fix it,” he winked.

“I hope you don’t lose me,” she mumbled.

He chuckled. “Whatcha say, love?” He wrapped his arms around her waist. His hands were still wet and he avoided her shirt as much as possible, holding her slightly awkwardly but it was cute. “Think m’gonna be stupid enough t’lose y’twice?”

She giggled and shook her head. “Not if I have a say in it,” she draped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him. He seemed to melt into the kiss—forgetting his hands were wet and getting the back of her shirt wet as well.

Which was fine by him.

He wanted her out of her shirt anyway.

—

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[stylesnews]

"I think H is a really good example actually of someone who has been introspective enough about their own social media use to know what feels good and what doesn’t. He’s not super-active on social media. And that seems to work for him the best at the moment."

Gemma about Harry in The Sunday Times

[petalprincessxoxo]

does anyone else ever have an identify crisis because of their music taste?

I always feel like my music taste doesn’t match all the time so idk what vibe I give off. can u guys help me find out what I give off?

my favourite singers/bands

inhaler

sam fender

mazzy star

radiohead

beabadoobee

elliott smith

fontaines dc

wunderhorse

blur

jeff buckley

the smashing pumpkins

my bloody valentine

chappell roan

the sundays

the cardigans

cocteau twins

harry styles

gracie abrams

pink pantheress

phoebe Bridgers

sabrina carpenter

the 1975

the cranberries

mitski

[rapha-reads]

Dot and Bubble - Doctor Who s14e05

"That's what we do, we work and we play" - ooooooooooooooh, I DON'T LIKE THAT.

Oh, wow. She's horrible. Oh, wow. She's. She's awful. Holy fuck. Oh, they're all fucking horrible. Doctor, Ruby, get away from them, please. Wow. On their way to destroy a full planet now. I hate them. Can someone slap them? Lindy is awful. They're all so dumb and awful. I'm. I need a minute.

Is this the first time the Doctor can't get through the people they're trying to save? Given Fifteenth's reaction, I'd say it's the case.

Also, after Thirteenth going through being unable to make people take her seriously because she is a woman, welcome to Fifteenth unable to make people trust him because he's Black. Ooooh, I. I am having a huge reaction to that episode.

Hey, even the Black Mirror episode about social media didn't go as hard (as far as I remember it). RTD really has been sitting on this one for ages.

[whatharrysang]

Harry Styles & sunshine

Harry Styles 

None

Fine Line

Sunflower, Vol. 6 - My sunflower (sunflower, sunflower)

Sunflower, Vol. 6 - Out of this shade (sunflower, sunflower)

Sunflower, Vol. 6 - Sunflowers just died

Fine Line - You sunshine, you temptress

Harry's House

Grapejuice - Yesterday, it finally came, a sunny afternoon

Matilda - You showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days

Keep Driving - Yellow sunglasses

Love of My Life - Take a walk on Sunday through the afternoon

Songs Harry wrote for other artists

I love you - I fell in love in the morning sun, while the hours slipped away

One Direction Songs Harry wrote on

None

Unreleased Songs

Guess I'm alright - I planted sunflowers, but they're not growing in

Part of Me - The way that dress adores you, sunshine

Pop Tart - With your gold sunglasses and a big old fur

[zot3-flopped]

[harrington-thedad]

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[sweetpaintedladie]

©️Harry Fox, 1977

[lilystyles]

it's a listening to one direction with noise cancelling headphones while studying neurological function outside in the sun kinda afternoon for me. happy sunday angels! XX

[enchantedlandcoffee]

Sunday Snippet

Another snippet from me 😂 thanks to @likelarryfics for tagging me! I'm excited to read your fic!

This is for @1dtourdeficfest again 😅

"I need to-um," Harry trailed off mid sentence as Louis stepped closer and closer to him until the older man was almost pushing him against the counter. He pushed himself as far back as he could, knowing that as soon as Louis' groin made contact with his, all hell would break loose. There was something imperceptible in Louis' gaze, something swirling through the clouds of lust. A fondness, perhaps? He couldn't quite tell. Numerous feelings bubbled up in Harry; desire, lust, love. He decided to focus on one of the main ones. Panic. "Bathroom." He rasped out as he pushed off the counter and started briskly walking in that direction, willing Louis to stay put. The hand that wrapped around his wrist signalled that Louis didn't. "Louis…" Harry sighed, a warning tone in his voice. He wasn't quite sure what he was warning Louis of, just that his control was hanging on by a thread. "Tell me to stop, and I will." Louis' voice was trembling, and he spoke so quietly that Harry could only just hear him. "Tell me that you don't feel the same, and I'll let you walk away. I'll still coach Becky in her football, but I'll keep my distance. Just…put me out of my misery here? I need to know that I haven't been imagining things." The man's voice had grown stronger, vulnerability paving way to desperation and Harry was almost glad that he wasn't facing him, that he didn't have to see the pleading look that he knew was there.

Tagging (no pressure) @wemadethishome @imogenleefic @nouies @justahappycloud @larry-hiatus @larrysballetslippers @lunarheslwt @nooradeservedbetter

[houiswine]

Sunday Kind of Love | l.s

Louis acaba de se mudar ao receber uma tentadora oferta de emprego numa revista renomada da Itália. No entanto, ao chegar na nova vizinhança, dá de cara com seu novo vizinho, um britânico alto que faz questão de trombar com ele nos corredores.

Quando Louis comenta sobre precisar de um acompanhante para um evento da revista, Harry se oferece e diz que, se Louis topasse ir a cinco encontros com ele, eles conseguiriam fingir que estavam juntos, e ele estaria apto a publicar o primeiro artigo na nova revista italiana.

[1d1195]

Tuesday

The second day of the week is feeling a lot like a Monday when she's finishing up her shift. That is until Harry shows up.

Harry feels like a Sunday. Or a Friday.

But mostly, he fixes Tuesdays.

Tuesday

Extra I - Sunday

Extra II - Thursday

[stylesnews]

Even though her kid brother is now to be found harmonising with a member of Fleetwood Mac, he’s still there for her when she needs him. Literally: on the shoot for this article Uncle Harry turned up to babysit his niece. In the acknowledgments of Why Am I Like This?, Styles thanks “my mum, for holding me tight along the way” and “H for the pep talks and your endless wisdom”

- The Sunday Times

[dreamings-free]

Harry was was spotted in London yesterday by someone on twitter. That dinner at chateu marmot must be old and he honestly has no reason to go to the met gala.

well I believe he was at chateau marmont on 27/4 after the late late show so he probably flew out on 28/4 and was then spotted in london on saturday and sunday. there are quite a few tweets from people supposedly seeing him out and about:

central london 29/4

and the 30/4 apparent getting some fish (for himself or liam gallagher ? we don’t know..)*

as well as this supposed sighting of him Saturday morning

[lonely-teddy-bear]

no sin sunday

no sin sunday will be for a day of requests with no smut, no sinning as it is a holy day for me and many others. if you want a fic of something cute or maybe not cute go ahead and send me a request and ill answer as many as I can today 😁

(there can be mention of wanting to do some acts but won’t do any of it. also can submit horror requests or any other choice)

[beyondxmeasure]

Seven Sentence Sunday Monday

Inspired by this lovely little pic…

Upon searching I’ve discovered there’s a very small handful of Alessandro fics out there and only one with these two as a pairing (an absolute crime) so I thought I’d remedy that.

Stay tuned for the Harry/Alessandro fic no one asked for!

The Eldest Boy, My Favorite Toy

On my way, just landed… I see you couldn’t wait for me, could you? Brat.

Harry bites down on his thumb nail, hiding a coy smile. A flash of guilty anticipation floods his veins as his eyes scan over the text repeatedly. Well, it’s too late for an apology, he’s already here at Alessandro’s. All he can do now is atone for his sins, which he’ll gladly do plenty of once Louis gets here. Tossing his phone back onto the side table, Harry resigns himself to his fate with a shrug of indifference before peeling himself off the chaise lounge, hot, sticky and ready for another dip in the pool.