#cute Harry styles one shot

[harry-styles-obsessed]

Silent treatment

You all seem to love the smut sooo I decided why not get ✨extra✨ smutty and give you something else(; MINORS DNI

Synopsis: Harry’s a billionaire. He’s been working 24/7 not giving you any attention like you often experience with him… one day he comes home and expects you to be all lovey dovey only to learn that you’re ignoring him… one way or another he’ll have to get your attention and earn it.

Trigger warnings: dominant harry, slight aggression, oral fem receiving, fingering, spanking, p in v, C word, edging, denial, orgasm control, degrading, kinda mean! Harry just general smutty things

©️Please do not copy or translate my work

“I’m home” his voice was loud and clear as it echoed around the silent home, usually there would be music playing or the tv on but there was nothing… only silence… “baby?” He questioned looking around “sweetheart where are you?” He checked the living room, kitchen, bathroom before headed upstairs checking all of upstairs before finding you in your and his shared bedroom “there you are my love,” he spoke with a smile gazing at you. You laid on the bed wearing a silk robe that barely covered your nude body— he stared at you, watching you read the story, him watching as your fingertips began turning the pages little by little and soon he was noticing that you were blatantly ignoring him. His brows furrowed slightly “earth to y/n?” He wore a black button up shirt that was unbuttoned at the top and black trousers to match it, his hands soon resting on his hips “alright what’s going on?” He questioned watching as your eyes eventually moved to look at him, only earning an eye roll from you before you looked back at your book.

He slowly walked closer to you before stopping just beside the bed staring down at you “you know I can get you to talk… and when I make you talk… force you to talk to me I won’t stop.” His words were menacing, underlined with a certain dangerous tone but you still continued to ignore him. He was never aggressive with you, even in bed he was rarely aggressive or even vicious but that all changed rather suddenly. He perched on the edge of the bed as he stared at you, before slowly tracing his fingertip from your exposed thigh and up to the inner seam of the nightgown that barely covered you, before with his free hand he snatched the book from you making your lips part your brows furrowing as you grew slightly annoyed before trying to snatch the book back with a few huffs and grunts only for him to toss the book onto the floor, his hand then effortlessly grabbing onto both your wrists and pinning your wrists down above your head a small gasp coming from your mouth and he stared down at you with a small smirk

“Now will you tell me what’s earned me the treatment of being ignored?” He questioned raising his brows watching as you just stared at him silently yet some excitement lingered in your eyes showing you liked where this was going, but at the same time you had no clue what he was going to do to you. You felt his free hand trace shapes into your inner thigh a shaky breath coming from you as he kept his eyes on you, before his finger trailed to your aching heat that was gradually growing wetter and wetter just from the thoughts spiralling round your head. He slowly dipped his fingertip in between your pussy lips using his index finger and thumb to slowly part them as he gazed down at you watching as you wriggled slightly a small whine coming from your lips “oh… that’s what makes you weak?” He mused with a evident smirk before he hummed still keeping a hold of your wrists not allowing you to move as he soon thrusted his long slender finger into your tight cunt, the gruelling and punishing pace of his finger thrusting in and out of you constantly at such a perfect angle making his finger touch against your G-spot over and over again, watching your reactions— all of them— the way you threw your head back and panted struggling to stay quiet as moans and whines came from you.

Soon he slipped in a second finger as he curled both fingers deep within your tight heat, your hips jolting weakly as eventually you couldn’t help but cry out his name his thumb drawing slow circles against your clit forcing your hips to buck over and over, the pleasure forcing the sounds and cries from you as you moaned his name. “There we go… not so quiet after all hm? Told you, you couldn’t stay quiet. I know how to make you tick.” His lips curled upwards in a small grin as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. The pace of his fingers and the delicate curl of his fingers that drove you utterly insane had your walls clenching down around his fingers over and over again, and upon hearing your moans and whines grow louder and the way your walls massaged his fingers and twitched against them he didn’t stop- no- he continued going

“You want to cum, hm?” He cooed to you watching as you nodded “oh yeah? Yeah I’m sure you do darling… do you think you deserve to cum?” He continued thrusting his fingers in and out of you keeping up the quick pace watching as you nodded pathetically before he without much warning pulled his fingers from your drenched hole. “Well, I beg to differ sweetheart. Only good girls get to cum.” He spoke simply as you whined and whimpered, your thighs trembling ever so slightly.

“If you talk to me I’ll let you cum.” He spoke teasingly and you whimpered “why, were you giving me the silent treatment, hm?” He asked softly but he had a pretty good idea. “Is it because you’re a fucking slut in need of a good fucking?” His words made you whimper and you nodded your head over and over again “oh is that so you naughty girl” he chuckled softly “please- please need to cum.. need to feel good… please Harry… please..” he tutted slightly as he stared at you before he slowly let go of your hands but your wrists remained weakly laid against the pillow, before he slowly leaned in closer to you “no.” He spoke softly as he shook his head, denying you of it before he stood up from the bed analysing you- studying all of you before he smirked slightly

“Roll over. Onto your tummy.” He demanded, watching as you just remained still and he stared at you unimpressed “three, two–“ and finally you obeyed rolling onto your tummy. He then knelt down onto the bed his large hands slowly stroking over your ass cheeks slowly and gently “you want my attention…. Is that your issue? Needy for my attention and love?” He spoke watching you nod and he hummed “use your words.” He demanded. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” You cried out and he smiled “right…” he trailed off hands continuing to stroke against your ass cheeks gently, the silence deafening as he remained silent for a few moments before finally bringing his hand down against your ass cheek smacking your ass hard, the harshness of it leaving a very visible red handprint as you whimpered Harry doing the exact same thing again in the same exact place making you moan “oh my pretty girl likes being spanked does she? Oh of course you do. Such a dirty pathetic slut.”

You moaned heavily as he continued to slap your ass multiple times, before he aimed his hits from where your asscheek met your thigh- slapping against the little crease watching as you jumped, only for a moan and cry to leave your lips, Harry chuckling softly “oh such a good girl hm?” His light spanks continued raining down against your skin until your ass was almost bright red. He smoothed his hands against the marks against your ass and smiled listening to you whimper as he soothed the stinging skin, but that didn’t last long as without much warning he pulled you so your hips were dangling off of the edge of the bed, and he easily flipped you around so you were now looking at him “harry please I need to cum. Please.. I can’t take it anymore..” you moaned out desperately.

“Y/n… I want you to beg me… beg me and maybe I’ll let you cum this time.” He spoke and you nodded fervently “don’t stop begging.” He spoke simply before his lips and tongue attached to your clit, beginning to suck the bud in between his lips suckling against it as he flicked his tongue against the bundle of nerves watching as your hips twitched desperately a cry leaving your lips as you panted “please! Please! I want to cum! Please! I’ll be a good girl for you! Please!” You began begging over and over again, mindlessly, not thinking straight as the pleasure overwhelmed your head your breathing heavy as you squeezed your eyes shut your walls clenching around nothing as he continued to lather his tongue all over your hungry pussy. As his tongue continued teasing against your clit, he lifted his head stopping the pleasure making you cry out “shhh…. Y/n reach down. Fuck yourself with your fingers.” Harry demanded and as if a puppeteer was controlling your hand you dipped your hand down to your aching pussy. He watched as your fingers began thrusting deep within your cunt over and over again your hips jerking as your moans grew louder, he just watched as you toyed with yourself, his hand drawing circles into your clit as you continued moaning desperately. You were a mess for him and Harry loved it… he loved how messy you were for him and as your moans grew louder and he watched your pussy clenched around your fingers he quickly grabbed your wrist forcing it to halt, stopping your movement

“How badly do you need to cum?” He spoke teasingly, and you whimpered “so bad please… please… I’ll let you do anything… please!” Harry’s cock twitched in his pants and he clenched his jaw slightly before humming “good response.” He then pulled your hand from your pussy and instead replaced it with his own, his long fingers pumping in and out of you at a merciless pace as his tongue and lips began toying with your clit as screams of euphoria began leaving your lips, your sensitive clit even more sensitive from him toying with it his movement remaining fast as your body reacted to each feeling “c’mon.. c’mon… cum on my fingers… c’mon… cum right fucking now” he demanded watching you come undone right beneath him, your jaw slackening as you tilted your head back your breathing heavy as a sharp moan left your lips your hips bucking into his mouth as he fucked you through your orgasm a slight bead of sweat on your forehead as you panted your eyes rolled back into the back of your head your breathing fast as you tried to calm yourself down.

Harry’s fingers eventually halted but he didn’t pull them out only curling them slowly into you over and over again constantly playing with you “you want my cock?” He asked you knowing how fuzzy your hearing was, but still you nodded desperately and he chuckled “oh my pathetic sweet darling…” he hummed out “so needy for my cock. Want me to fucking overstimulate you hm? Until you’re screaming… until you’re messy? Yeah? Oh I’ll do that just for you.” He hummed out the lewd words only turning you on further, hearing the sound of material hitting the floor before feeling his hard cock press just between your thighs, the tip of his cock teasing against your pussy lips before he began edging himself in, letting out a low groan as he began slowly fucking into you, little by little until his hips were pressed against yours, rocking lightly against you as you moaned in pleasure his moans and groans soft as he lowered his head down taking your nipple between his lips as he swirled his tongue around it, nipping at it gently as your hips bucked into his. He was ravenous for you.

Soon he had kissed you deeply just as he picked up the pace, thrusting in and out of you at a merciless pace your lips parted against his as you groaned into his mouth, crying out in pleasure, Harry taking that as his chance as he slipped his tongue into your mouth— the both of you making out as he fucked you long and hard. Eventually he pulled back from the kiss, leaving a gentle but long line of saliva trailing from both your lips before it snapped and faded away as he leaned his head back, his thrusts grew harder and faster the sound of skin hitting against skin and lewd sounds echoing around the room being the only thing heard before eventually his hips jolted as you both orgasmed, his thrusts being slightly sloppy as he moaned before he kissed you again deeply keeping his lips pressed against yours as he breathed heavily, before finally pulling back “fuck… such a good girl… fucking hell… knows how to make me feel good hm…” he began trailing kisses against your neck, remaining inside of you as he just laid against your naked body, both of you nude and sweaty as he gripped onto you, his kissing soothing and loving his breathing slowly calming down before he let out a soft hum “I love you so much… but don’t ever ignore me again…” he chuckled out softly “or do… I quite liked this.” He spoke with a small smirk and you smiled lazily, leaning up to kiss his lips “I love you too…”

You both stayed in that position for a while, Harry allowing your tight pussy to massage his cock in the best ways. He could’ve stayed with you like this forever… in fact he intended to. When he fucked you like this he knew you weren’t just made for him but your body was made for him too.. maybe he was far too possessive but you were all his and he wouldn’t ever get bored of fucking you ruthlessly over and over.

[justmystyles]

Series

Now You're In My Life

summary: a chance meeting at a diner turns your world upside-down and leads you on a whirlwind romance with one of the biggest pop stars in the world.

(More Than) One Shots

(One shots that got away from me, but aren't quite a series.)

Lost (2 Parts) Lose You to Love Me A run-in with your childhood sweetheart brings up old memories, and lingering feelings. Lost and Found You and Harry reconnected a month ago, and he insisted you come along for the final show. when your emotions start to get the better of you, you wonder if you and Harry could ever really just be friends.

End of the Road (2 Parts) Home Stretch As the tour comes to an end, the schedule starts to visibly take its toll on Harry, and you can't help but worry. Crossing the Finish Line It's the final show and Harry charms you into making good on a promise you made last time you were together.

Big Winners (3 Parts) Harry and Y/N have been friends for fifteen years, they finally work together on an album, and it leads them to a night that will change everything for them. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

One Shots

All I Ask*

You're finally starting to get over Harry, what happens when fate brings you back together?

Having Your Baby

You get some life changing news, and come up with the perfect way to tell your husband.

Wallflower

You're sitting alone at a wedding, can a handsome stranger help you come out of your shell?

Line of Fire

You and Harry have been keeping your relationship off the radar, but his concern for you overwhelms his need for privacy.

Coming Home To You*

Harry comes home early and catches you by surprise in the best way possible.

Scars

Can Harry be the comfort you need after falling back into old habits?

Ooh La La

After a revelation on movie night, you and Harry decide to reenact one of the scenes.

Love Don’t Cost A Thing

Harry loves to spoil you, but you're having a hard time adjusting to his lavish lifestyle.

The Battle in Barcelona

A crazy crowd at the airport comes between you and Harry.

Misplaced Emotion

As Harry prepares to jump back into the spotlight, he has a hard time re-adjusting to public life, and it manifests in the wrong way.

Good News All Around

You reach a big milestone in your life, but feel overshadowed when you call to tell Harry about it.

Perfect Harmony

You're in the final days of the tour, and Harry makes a suggestion that ends up changing everything.

Lights, Camera, Action

What was supposed to be just another job becomes the start of something new.

Business or Pleasure?

You return to Love on Tour after an extended break, but after your last interaction, you come back to an awkward situation with Harry.

Reigning it In

You're about to participate in your first horse show, but the nerves overwhelm you. Harry finds you just in time.

Family Portrait

Harry has a couple of heartfelt surprises for you while you're visiting him on tour.

All or Nothing*

You find a new way to tease Harry during a tour visit, which leads to a new way to drive him crazy.

With this Ring

Harry takes his commitment to you to a new level.

Veiled Insecurities

Harry has some insecurities about your relationship, but instead of talking to you about them, they end up coming out in the wrong way.

Heart Song

As a former member of the Love on Tour band, and current girlfriend of Harry, he asks you to reprise your spot for the final show.

Road to Recovery

After reading some negative comments about yourself, you nearly spiral back into old habits. you try to keep it from Harry, but he finds out and confronts you about it.

A Work of Art

After procrastinating for a few weeks, you finally make moves to finish your assignment, but run into an unexpected road block.

He's Not Me

You introduce Harry to the guy you're seeing, and you see a side of him you've never seen before and are shocked by his reasoning.

Sharing is Caring

You can't find your favorite handbag, Harry assures you he doesn't have it, but you see some photos tell a different story

Cantaloupe

In this one shot/flash forward from the Now You're In My Life storyline, you and Harry recap the big news from your family's Thanksgiving dinner.

Like Riding a Bike

Despite being on break, Harry manages to find his way back onstage.

Fa La La La Freakout

You will be meeting Harry's family for the first time over the holidays, and you are desperate for them to like you.

The Morning After

The morning after Harry's 30th birthday, you're hungover and Harry reminds you of your drunken actions from the night before, leading to a conversation you never expected.

Baby-Baby-Baby

Harry meets his niece for the first time, the joy and excitement are quickly replaced with a whole new set of feelings when his best friend, Y/N joins him at the hospital.

Smoke & Mirrors

Harry asks you to move to London with him, but a new opportunity for him makes things a little more complicated than you'd both expect.

(*) - NSFW

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[allthelovehes]

Easter Egg Hunt

Summary: Just a little blurb about Harry and Y/N having an easter egg hunt with their little niece.

Pairing: Harry x reader

Word count: 1.3K

Warnings: Pure fluff

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“Let's get these.” Harry says as he picks up a bag of small Easter eggs. He is so excited for this year's Easter as Gemma's daughter, Hailey, is finally old enough to go hunting for Easter eggs.

“Those are way too small for her.” Y/N says and points at the package he has in hand. “Here, try these. They're just the right size.” She then hands him another bag that has bigger chocolate eggs.

“These will look huge in her tiny hands.” He laughs and puts pack in their cart. “What else do we need?”

“Baskets.” Y/N says and starts to push the cart towards the next aisle.

“I'll grab a few. Do you want the wicker ones or plastic?”

“I think we should go with plastic they last longer.” She looks over at him. “And then we can still use them when we have kids.”

Harry's head snaps up to meet her eyes. “Really?” His voice cracks as he asks.

“Well yeah, I mean one day. We talked about this and I thought that was the plan.”

“We are, but I didn't know if you were ready to talk about having kids.” He says as he picks up some of the plastic baskets.

“It's not like we have to do it right away. But we should be thinking about it. We should probably start looking for a new house before we start a family.”

“Y/N.” Harry says, stopping her from grabbing any more candy and pulling her into his chest. “Are you serious? Are we really going to start looking for houses and have a family?”

“If that's what you want.” She smiles up at him and then looks back over at their cart. “Do you think that's enough candy?”

“Oh god, Hailey is going to eat all of these and then throw up all night.” He laughs and wraps his arm around her shoulders as they make their way back towards the cashier.

“I'm sure Gemma will have enough common sense to not let her eat them all at once.”

“She is her mother's daughter, so I wouldn't be so sure.”

Y/N giggles and shakes her head. “Maybe you're right, but she's a kid, they're supposed to have candy.”

***

It's Easter morning and they are on their way to Gemma's house for the big hunt. Y/N is holding the basket in her lap and playing with the ribbon while Harry drives. He's been watching her out of the corner of his eye and is smiling the entire time.

“What's on your mind, love?”

“How cute our kids are going to be. Hailey is such a cutie and I can't wait until we have one.”

“Yeah.” Harry sighs. “Me too.”

“Have you thought anymore about moving?”

“I have. I'm not sure if I want to live in London anymore. I was thinking we could find a house near Gemma, so our little one can grow up with their cousin.”

“Harry, that would be so sweet. I bet Gemma would love that.”

“Me too.”

“Okay, so after Easter we should start looking.”

“Deal.” Harry smiles and pulls the car to a stop.

Gemma is standing in the driveway with a smile and waves to them. Little Hailey is standing beside her, excited to welcome her favourite uncle and aunt.

“Uncle Harry!” Hailey yells as she comes running towards them. Harry jumps out of the car and kneels down with his arms wide open for her. She runs straight into his arms and wraps her little ones around his neck.

“Happy Easter, Bunny.” Harry says and hugs her tightly.

“Where's my hug, sweet girl?” Y/N says with her arms outstretched.

“Aunt Y/N!” Hailey smiles and lets go of Harry. She walks over to her and gives her a quick hug. Y/N wraps her arms around her and picks her up to carry her inside.

“Wow, you're getting big, aren't you?”

“My mummy said I'll be as tall as you soon.”

“Oh, did she?” Y/N laughs and nods her head.

“I can't wait. I can't wait for the egg hunt, and then the chocolate.”

“Are you sure you're not excited about the chocolate?” Y/N laughs and sets her back down when they get into the living room.

Harry goes into the backyard after he greets Michal. Anne and Darren are supposed to arrive any second now and knowing how excited Hailey is, he wants to have the hunt set up so they're ready to go. He scatters the eggs and hides a few little stuffed bunnies for Hailey to find.

“Look at my pretty girl.” Anne says as she enters the living room. Hailey's face lights up when she sees her grandma and she rushes over to her. 

“Granny!”

“Hey, baby. How's my beautiful girl doing?” Anne picks her up and kisses her cheek.

“She's excited for the egg hunt.” Gemma says. “You're the last ones here, so let's get it started.”

“Where's Uncle Harry?”

“He's setting up outside. Are you ready?” Y/N explains and Hailey nods her head as she squirms in her grandmother's arms. Anne carries her outside and Harry greets his family. Most of the treasures are hidden in plain sight as Hailey is only three, so he didn't want to make it too difficult for her.

“Ready, Bunny?” Harry says as Anne puts her with both feet on the ground.

“Yes!” She beams before her little feet start running towards the first egg she sees. Everyone takes a seat and watches Hailey scurry around the yard, picking up every egg she can find. Harry makes sure to stick close to her, in case she trips he is right there to pick her up. Every time she finds an egg she runs over to show someone. When she finds a small bunny she squeals and runs over to Y/N to show her.

“Oh wow! That's a really good find.”

“Thank you.” Hailey smiles and then takes off again.

When all the eggs are found, Harry brings the basket full of candy inside and Hailey sits down on the floor. All the adults gather around her and watch as she digs through her basket. She picks up each egg, inspects it, and then sets it back down. Her little tongue is sticking out as she concentrates. She does the same thing with each and every egg. She's so focused on finding the biggest one, not even the chocolate is tempting her.

“Hailey, what are you doing?” Gemma asks as she sits down beside her.

“Trying to find the bestest egg.”

Y/N is helping Anne in the kitchen to prepare the Easter brunch. They are keeping an eye on the ham in the oven while the rest of the food is on the stove. Darren is sitting at the island drinking his coffee while Harry and Michal are setting the table.

“Mummy, it's hard!” Hailey whines and pouts her lips.

“What's wrong, sweetheart?”

“I can't open it.”

“Let's save it for after we have some proper food.” Gemma tells her, taking the chocolate from her hand and putting it back in the basket. She sets the entire basket aside and helps her up off the floor. “Go wash your hands and then we can eat.”

After a big brunch and a lot of candy, Hailey is getting tired. She's lying down on the sofa with her head in Y/N's lap, nearly falling asleep. Harry sits down next to her with his arm draped across her shoulders.

“I can't wait for us to have a little one like her someday.” He whispers into her ear.

“Me either.” She smiles and leans her head against his shoulder. “You'd be the best daddy.”

“And you'll be the best mummy.”

“We'll be great together.”

“Yes, we will.” Harry says and kisses her cheek.

[harrrystyles-writing]

Oii depois de muito tempo kkkk eu gostaria de pedir um concept com os número 1, 11 e 18.

Sdd disso tudo

Frases:Bem, me desculpe por ter me apaixonado por você, ok? Mas aconteceu e eu não posso fazer nada sobre isso./ Por que você tem que fazer com que manter distância de você seja tão difícil?/Você diz que sabe tudo sobre mim, mas nunca percebeu que eu tenho sentimentos por você, nem uma vez?

NotaAutora: Para você meu amor eu fiz é logo um imagine só pela saudade que estava de você aqui💗

Sinopse: S/n é assistente de Harry e depois de longos dois anos ela ainda se recusa a aceitar que tem uma queda por seu chefe.

The Assistent

NotaAutora: Aproveitem e não se esqueçam de deixar um comentário se gostar 💗



S/N sempre acreditou que conhecia Harry melhor do que qualquer pessoa. Como assistente pessoal dele nos últimos dois anos, ela estava envolvida em cada detalhe de sua vida. Desde os horários de shows até as preferências alimentares durante as longas turnês, ela estava ali para organizar e antecipar cada uma de suas necessidades. No entanto, havia algo que ela nunca soube como gerenciar: a forma como ele a fazia se sentir.

Ele não era mais apenas Harry Styles, o pop star mundialmente famoso. Para ela, ele era Harry, a pessoa que a desarmava com um sorriso e a fazia questionar sua própria racionalidade. A proximidade constante, seja nos camarins ou nas viagens para shows, tornava o controle sobre suas emoções uma tarefa impossível.

Naquela manhã, S/N tentou, como sempre, manter a compostura. A rotina era sua armadura. Preparou o café exatamente como ele gostava — forte, sem açúcar, e com uma pitada de canela. Quando ele entrou no estúdio de gravação, ela já estava esperando com a xícara em mãos.

— Bom dia, Sr. Styles — disse, oferecendo o café  tentando esconder a ansiedade que surgia toda vez que ele estava por perto.

Harry pegou a xícara, seus dedos roçando os dela por um breve segundo, sentando- se, ela permaneceu imóvel parada a sua frente tentando controlar as batidas rápidas de seu coração.

— Obrigado, S/N — Agradeceu com sua voz suave e familiar.

Ela forçou um sorriso profissional, era sua forma de criar uma distância segura, de se proteger de qualquer possível vulnerabilidade.

— Precisa de mais alguma coisa?

— Sim, na verdade. — Ele inclinou-se um pouco, os olhos fixos nos dela. — Pode parar de me chamar de "Sr. Styles"?

Ela congelou, sentindo um nó no estômago.

�� Desculpe, estou acostumada a manter as formalidades — respondeu, quase instintivamente.

— E eu não estou acostumado com isso. — O sorriso travesso que ela conhecia tão bem surgiu em seus lábios. — Me chame de Harry, somos próximos o suficiente, não acha?

Ela sentiu o gosto amargo da ansiedade enquanto seus dentes capturavam o lábio inferior, ela tentou não vacilar diante do olhar dele.

— Tudo bem, Harry.

Ele riu, algo nele parecia relaxado, mas ao mesmo tempo provocador.

— Muito melhor. — Seus olhos não deixavam os lábios dela. — E também pode não fazer isso — Harry tinha seu tom de voz mais baixo agora, quase como um apelo.

— Parar de fazer o quê? — Ela o olhou confusa.

— Morder o lábio assim — Harry inclinou-se para frente, os olhos caindo para sua boca novamente antes de subir de volta aos olhos dela. — É uma distração... E eu realmente preciso me concentrar hoje.

O calor subiu ao rosto dela, ela se afastou instintivamente, tentando se recompor, mas era tarde demais, seu corpo parecia estar em chamas.

— Desculpe... Harry. — O nome soou novamente, mais familiar agora.  — Eu não farei.

— Obrigado. — Ele sorriu de lado, como se soubesse exatamente o que acabou de causar nela.

...

Era sexta-feira e o clima da equipe de Harry estava mais leve do que o habitual, não haveria shows nesse fim de semana então todos estavam de bom humor, principalmente depois de uma semana produtiva e bem-sucedida.

Quando Jeff sugeriu um happy hour para comemorar, S/n tentou se esquivar, mas foi convencida pela insistência de Sarah.

— Vai ser bom para relaxar, S/N! — disse Sarah, praticamente arrastando-a para fora do estúdio.  — Você precisa se divertir um pouco, sempre vejo você tão séria, precisa se divertir.

— Eu realmente não sou muito de sair… — S/n murmurou, mas foi em vão.

O grupo já estava animado, e ela acabou cedendo. Harry também estava lá, normalmente ele não participava desses eventos mais casuais com a equipe, mas naquela noite ele parecia mais à vontade, interagindo com os colegas. Mesmo de longe, S/n sentia a presença dele. No bar, as conversas fluíam e o som de risadas preenchia o ambiente, mas S/n se mantinha um pouco afastada, evitando álcool e focando em manter sua postura profissional. Conforme a noite avançava, as pessoas começaram a ir embora aos poucos. S/n aproveitou para ir também, ela já estava se preparando para chamar um táxi quando Harry apareceu atrás dela.

— Está indo embora? — perguntou ele, sua voz suave.

— Sim, já está tarde…

— Eu também estou indo, podemos dividir, se quiser. — A sugestão de Harry parecia inocente e ela acabou aceitando.

O homem acenou e em menos de dois minutos já estavam embarcando. Dentro do táxi, o silêncio entre eles era denso, a cidade passava pelas janelas, as luzes refletindo em seus rostos, mas o foco de S/n estava virada para a janela, mas ela podia sentir  o quão próximo Harry estava, o calor de sua presença fazia seu coração bater rápido. Harry tinha seus olhos fixos nela, observando-a como se estivesse pesando cada palavra antes de falar.

— Você realmente leva seu trabalho a sério, não é? — Ele quebrou o silêncio a fazendo virar para ele.

— Oi? O que disse? — Ela virou lentamente  encontrando seus vidrados nela.

— Eu disse que você leva  seu  trabalho muito a sério.

— Bem, eu tento… — respondeu ela, um pouco confusa com a pergunta.

— Você nunca relaxa. — Ele olhou pela janela, antes de voltar os olhos para ela. — Você está sempre tão distante, nunca se permite com o grupo, eu sempre me pergunto se é por minha causa.

Ela franziu o cenho, sem entender bem onde ele queria chegar.

— Não sei do que você está falando. — Respondeu, sentindo-se um pouco defensiva. — Eu me divirto sim, eu gosto da equipe, eu gosto de trabalhar para você, se é o que realmente está perguntando.

—  Se você gosta de trabalhar para mim, então por que parece que você esta sempre tentando ficar longe de mim?

S/n, sem perceber, mordeu o lábio inferior nervosamente, antes que pudesse responder, Harry inclinou-se levemente para ela, chegando tão perto de seu ouvido que podia sentir o calor de sua respiração.

— Já não te disse para não morder os lábios? — Murmurou com sua voz rouca. — Você não faz ideia do efeito que isso tem sobre mim.

S/n congelou por um momento, sentindo o corpo inteiro ficar tenso.

S/n sentiu seu coração acelerar ainda mais.

O que ele estava dizendo?

Por que ele estava dizendo aquilo agora?

— Desculpe... — tentou responder, mas sua voz saiu mais como um sussurro, as palavras estavam presas na garganta.

Harry apenas a olhou por mais um momento, antes de se inclinar lentamente em sua direção. Seus lábios macios foram de encontro aos dela a beijando,  apenas com alguns selinhos até finalmente a beijá-la. S/n congelou por alguns segundos, seu corpo resistia, mas inevitavelmente, ela acabou cedendo, se entregando totalmente aos lábios de Harry.

Assim que precisaram de fôlego, ela olhou para ele, os lábios ainda formigando pelo contato, o coração batendo forte demais.

— Harry… — começou a falar, mas o táxi parou em frente ao prédio dela, interrompendo-a.

Ele a encarou, os olhos verdes e indecifráveis.

— É melhor eu ir, boa noite, Harry.

— Boa noite, S/n.

S/n saiu do carro com as pernas trêmulas, sem saber o que pensar.

Aquilo não podia ser real.

Ela estava imaginando coisas.

Harry não podia estar interessado nela, não daquela maneira,  ele sempre foi alguém tão distante e inatingível.

O que tinha acabado de acontecer?

...

A manhã seguinte ao beijo foi um turbilhão de emoções para S/n. Ela não conseguiu dormir direito, revirando-se na cama e tentando entender o que havia acontecido. O toque de Harry, o calor de seus lábios ainda estavam frescos em sua mente, fazendo-a sentir-se confusa e inquieta.

Como aquilo tinha acontecido?

Como eles tinham cruzado aquela linha?

Ele estava bêbado! Essa era a única explicação que ela conseguia encontrar.

Era seu dia de folga, mas Harry havia enviado uma mensagem pedindo ajuda para organizar algumas coisas no estúdio. Ele mencionou que a recompensaria depois, mas isso só aumentou sua ansiedade.

Será que ele nem se lembrava do que havia acontecido entre eles?

Quando entrou no estúdio, com o coração na garganta, S/n sabia que precisava agir, precisava colocar um fim naquela situação antes que tudo ficasse fora de controle.

Manter a distância, manter o profissionalismo… Era o certo, certo?

Harry estava na sala de gravação, sentado em um banquinho e usando fones de ouvido, concentrado em uma nova música, ao vê-la entrar ele tirou um dos fones e a saudou com um sorriso que a deixou ainda mais confusa.

— Bom dia.

Ele ergueu os olhos por um breve momento, S/n sentiu o peso do olhar dele sobre ela, desviando o olhar rapidamente.

— Bom dia — respondeu ele, com um tom amigável.

— Harry... — sabia que não poderia adiar mais, porque se não dissesse agora ela não teria mais coragem de dizer, então respirou fundo mais uma vez e se aproximou dele. — Você se lembra de ontem?

— Sim, por que? — Arqueou as sobrancelhas.

— Tudo?

— Tudo.

— Então você se lembra...

— Do beijo.  — Ele sorriu mas não trouxe conforto a ela. — Sim, eu me lembro.

— Sobre ontem… — começou, evitando o olhar dele. — Eu sinto muito pelo que aconteceu, foi… foi um erro, eu não devia ter... eu não deveria ter me aproveitado do seu estado de embriaguez. — Ela hesitou, nervosa, confusa sobre de quem era realmente a culpa, mas sentia que precisava assumir a responsabilidade. — Eu não devia ter deixado isso acontecer.

— Você não tem nada do que se desculpar — Harry  não parecia tão preocupado como ela. — Eu fui o responsável, mas eu não deveria ter feito aquilo se te deixou desconfortável.

Ele estava arrependido, mas o que isso significava? Ele realmente bebeu? O álcool nublou seu julgamento, mas ele também fez a escolha de beijá-la?  Mordeu o lábio, segurando a onda de emoções que ameaçava transbordar.

— Eu sei que você provavelmente não estava em plena consciência ontem... — começou, sem deixar que ele falasse. — E eu não deveria ter deixado isso acontecer, prometo que vou manter distância a partir de agora. — Ela hesitou, as palavras saindo de forma forçada, porque parte de si não queria dizer aquilo. — Isso não vai acontecer de novo, eu vou me afastar para que isso nunca mais aconteça.

Harry se inclinou para trás no banquinho, cruzando os braços, claramente ponderando as palavras dela.

— Então é isso que você quer? Quer a gente mantenha a distância?

Era isso que ela deveria querer, era o que fazia sentido.

Eles trabalhavam juntos, era único caminho possível, certo?

— Sim. — Respondeu finalmente, embora a voz tenha saído fraca. — Isso é o melhor.

Harry respirou fundo, assentindo lentamente.

— Se é isso que você quer, então eu vou respeitar, vamos manter distância, S/n.

A maneira como ele disse seu nome a fez sentir um nó na garganta, parecia tão formal, tão distante, mas foi ela quem pediu por aquilo, e agora precisaria lidar com as consequências.

...

Nos dias que se seguiram após o beijo que compartilhavam, tanto S/n quanto Harry fizeram o possível para manter a promessa que haviam feito. Eles se esforçavam para evitar qualquer contato pessoal, limitando-se a interações estritamente profissionais — relatórios rápidos, discussões objetivas sobre o show, sem nunca prolongar as conversas, mas o que parecia uma solução, só intensificava a tensão.

Cada encontro acidental ou casual tornava a situação mais insuportável, era como se o ar ao redor deles estivesse carregado de uma energia incontrolável, que os puxava um para o outro mesmo quando tentavam se afastar, para S/n, cada interação com Harry se tornava um desafio, como se cada segundo perto dele ela estivesse à beira de perder o controle. Ela ainda tentava se convencer de que o beijo foi apenas um erro, talvez algo motivado pelo cansaço ou uma noite de excessos.

Harry, por outro lado, estava sendo consumido por seu desejo, cada vez que a via, ficava mais difícil manter a fachada de chefe, ele estava completamente ciente do que havia feito e sabia que aquele beijo não tinha sido impulsivo, foi algo que ele desejava há muito tempo, mas como poderia explicar isso a S/n, se ela parecia se esforçar tanto para negar o que havia entre eles?

Está manhã, depois de mais uma tentativa frustrada de se afastar, S/n caminhava em direção ao elevador do hotel para ir ao local do show resolver algumas pendências para a noite, ela precisava de ar, de distância, de qualquer coisa que a fizesse parar de pensar em Harry, mas assim que as portas do elevador se abriram, ele estava lá, já esperando.

Eles entraram juntos sem dizer uma palavra, o espaço parecia diminuir à medida que o elevador subia lentamente. S/n sentia a tensão crescer, e tentou de todas as maneiras evitar olhá-lo. O silêncio no elevador era opressor, quase sufocante, S/n tentava manter a calma, concentrando-se no painel à sua frente, mas a presença de Harry ao seu lado fazia seu coração disparar, foi no segundo que ela mordeu os lábios distraidamente que  Harry soltou um suspiro pesado, como se estivesse se segurando há muito tempo.

— Por que você tem que fazer com que manter distância de você seja tão difícil? — ele Indagou de repente, sua voz soando quase como um desabafo, quebrando o silêncio.

S/n se virou lentamente para encará-lo, surpresa com a intensidade em seus olhos.

— Eu não estou fazendo nada. — Sua voz saiu hesitante.

Ele deu um passo à frente quase a prensando contra parede fria do elevador.

— Eu estou cansado disso — Sussurrou, segurou a cintura dela. — S/n, eu não beijei você porque eu estava bêbado, eu beijei porque eu queria, como eu quero agora. — Ele sorriu antes de  ir ao encontro dos lábios dela.

Dessa vez, não houve hesitação, não havia dúvidas. O beijo era urgente, carregado de toda a frustração e desejo que ambos vinham segurando por tanto tempo. S/n, sem conseguir resistir, cedeu completamente, ela sentiu o gosto dele, a urgência do momento, tudo o que vinha tentando controlar explodiu ali, naquela pequena caixa de metal.

Quando o elevador finalmente parou no andar, eles se afastaram, ambos ofegantes, ela ainda sentia o calor dos lábios dele nos seus, mas a realidade rapidamente se impôs. Eles estavam em um hotel, prestes a descer para o show, cercados de pessoas, onde cada movimento seria observado, então apenas se separaram e seguiram seu caminho.

...

Depois de resolver tudo o que precisava, S/n sentiu se no sofá do camarim vazio de Harry para descansar um pouco, aquele beijo ainda latejava em sua mente.

— S/n? — Harry apareceu na porta. — Podemos conversar?

Ela virou lentamente, o coração disparado.

— Claro, precisa de alguma coisa para o show? — perguntou, tentando adotar um tom formal.

—  É sério? Nós acabamos de nos beijar no elevador e você ainda age assim?  Você realmente acha que eu posso simplesmente fingir que isso não aconteceu?

— O que você quer que eu faça? Por que eu realmente estou tentando entender o que aconteceu.

— Eu quero que a gente pare de fingir — Admitiu em voz baixa. — Pare de tentar manter distância, não dá mais, não pra mim.

S/n sentiu um calafrio, tudo o que ela mais temia estava acontecendo.

— Harry... foi um erro — Ela começou, tentando manter o controle. — Nós trabalhamos juntos, não podemos deixar isso atrapalhar.

Ele deu mais um passo à frente se sentando ao lado dela, os olhos fervendo de frustração.

— Eu tentei, tentei manter as coisas profissionais... — Ele parou por um momento, como se escolhesse as palavras certas. — Mas eu não consigo, não consigo fingir que não sinto nada por você.

— Então eu vou pedir demissão — Ela sussurrou, baixando os olhos. — Não quero fazer você se sentir assim.

Harry balançou a cabeça, frustrado.

— Você diz que sabe tudo sobre mim, mas nunca percebeu que eu tenho sentimentos por você, nem uma vez?— Ele deu aproximou-se ainda mais dela. — Durante dois anos, você foi minha assistente, como nunca percebeu que eu sempre senti algo por você?

Ela ficou sem palavras, porque em dois anos ela se convenceu de que era apenas trabalho, de que o que eles tinham era estritamente profissional. Agora, tudo estava sendo jogado diante dela e ela não sabia o que fazer com isso.

— Você não pode estar falando sério, Harry — Ela murmurou, tentando desesperadamente manter a razão. — Você não pode sentir isso.

— Bem, me desculpe por ter me apaixonado por você, ok? Mas aconteceu e eu não posso fazer nada sobre isso.

Tudo o que ela acreditava estar controlando desmoronou diante dela.

— Harry, eu... — Ela começou, mas parou, as palavras falhando.

— Me diz que você não sente nada. — Ele protestou.— Me diz que isso é só coisa da minha cabeça e eu vou embora agora, mas você tem que ser honesta comigo, honesta consigo mesma.

Ela fechou os olhos, tentando organizar os pensamentos, fugir não era mais uma opção, ela sabia que havia algo ali, algo que ela tinha negado por muito tempo.

— Isso é muito complicado, nós trabalhamos juntos, você é famoso, há tantas coisas que me dão medo, eu sou sua assistente, isso pode... pode acabar muito mal.

— Eu sei que pode, mas não posso continuar fingindo.

Ela abriu os olhos e o encontrou com um olhar sincero, quase vulnerável, o que a desarmou completamente. Harry não era o tipo de pessoa que mostrava fraquezas, mas ali estava ele, se expondo de uma forma que ela nunca imaginou.

— Eu também não consigo mais fingir — confessou ela, finalmente. — Mas... e o trabalho? E nós? Como vamos lidar com isso?

Ele suspirou, aliviado ao ouvir suas palavras, mas ainda ciente dos obstáculos que viriam pela frente.

— Nós encontramos um jeito — começou, determinado. — Podemos estabelecer limites no trabalho, mas fora daqui,   S/n, eu não quero mais me segurar, eu quero estar com você, quero poder te abraçar, sentir você, te beijar quando eu quiser.

Pela primeira vez, ela permitiu-se considerar a ideia de estar com ele.

— Eu também quero — disse ela, surpresa até consigo mesma. — Mas vai ser difícil com o trabalho, você tem certeza disso?

— Eu passei dois anos te querendo, eu não vou fugir agora.

Ela abriu a boca para responder, mas as palavras se perderam quando ele a puxou para si, colando seus lábios aos dela em um beijo carregado de todos os sentimentos que guardaram por tanto tempo.

— Eu nunca mais vou te soltar — Confessou, com uma intensidade que fez o coração dela acelerar ainda mais. — Não importa o quão complicado isso se torne, eu não consigo e não quero me afastar de você.

S/n sabia que os desafios ainda estavam por vir, que equilibrar o trabalho e seus sentimentos seria mais difícil do que imaginavam, mas naquele momento, com o gosto dos lábios de Harry nos seus, ela teve a certeza de que  apesar de todas as complicações nenhum dos dois estava disposto a desistir.

Obrigado por ler até aqui 💗 O feedback através de um comentário é muito apreciado!

[acesofspadess]

Kids Choice Awards

a/n: I know I know.... but im back! the next chapters are a build up so stay with me!

Award season was not done yet. After the Brits you had limited time to relax as you were heading out to America for the Kids Choice Awards. 

Going through airports would probably never get easier. Paps constantly shouting and the blinding flashes of light was not even the worse. It was the fact that Harry and Niall were the worst at getting through them. You, Liam, Louis, and Zayn always formed a bubble around them. Being friends with Beverly meant you were always in crowds, she was -rightfully so- the most popular girl at school.

After making it through the Paps and security you were headed onto the private jet. “You okay?” you asked the boys who were sitting staring out the window as the plane took off. “Yeah it just doesn't get easier does it?” Harry spoke into the blanket held close to his chin. “It will. I promise it won't take as much affect out of you.” he smiled as best he could at you before looking back out the window

You looked over at Zayn who was already asleep and chuckled before looking at Louis and Liam. Liam had been having a rough patch with his girlfriend and they decided a break was needed between them, you could see how much it really affected him. Louis and Elenor tho, that was something different, they were a relatively happy couple. They had known each other before you all had blown up and you knew Louis cherished that.

‘Li,” you whispered as the seatbelt sign went off. “You ‘right?” you walked over to his chair and he opened his arms for you. You went and sat in his lap as he held you. “Dani and I are thinking of calling it.” He whispered and your heart broke for him. “But i thought you were just taking a break and then getting back when tour was over?” He shrugged his shoulders in response, “told me she didnt want to wait that long.” you hugged him tighter knowing that's all he really wanted. 

“I love you Bow,” you smiled looking down at him, “i love you so much.” you kissed the top of his repeating the same words back to him as he held you tighter. It wasn't easy being a bunch of teens forced into proximity, feelings were going to arise, as they had with you harry and niall, but they same also happened with zayn, louis, and liam. It seemed they all really did have some sort of a crush on you, and you them. 

The lines were blurry, very blurry, but it just changed everyone's meaning of friendship in the band. There was a ton more flirting than any normal friendship group, and your stereotypical boundaries were always crossed. But it worked for all of you, and that's the only thing that mattered. 

You were in a separate room from the boys as Lou was getting you ready. “I don't think you understand how much I love having you here Lou.” you two laughed and continued talking not worried about what the boys were doing.

“We want to make it official with Autumn.” Niall spoke to the boys in their shared room. They all cheered loudly before Harry was shutting them down. “Hey she right there.” he pointed at the wall where you technically were. “She can't hear us.” Zayn shrugged off. “How are you gonna do it? 

“Just do it now.” 

They all snapped their heads towards the door. “You were pretty loud.” Harry and Niall came over to you with their heads down. “We wanted to make it special.” Harry sighed, throwing his head on your shoulder. “I know love.” you giggled at his pout. “I'm sorry.” you whispered looking at him and Niall. ‘Its okay.” Niall added softly. “But will you be with us officially?” 

You smiled widely looking both boys. “Idk, Louis what do you think?” Harry and Niall groaned as everyone laughed. “Don't ask them, they're gonna say no!” Harry complained and you took his face in your hands. “I'm taking the piss of course i'll be with you guys officially.”

You kissed Harry quickly and then Niall as the boys and now Lou and Paul cheered. “I love you three, but we have to go. Autumn, shoes please.” Paul laughed looking at your bare feat which should have been in heels.

So far the awards were exactly what you thought. Very kiddy. It was so cute. Hearing the cheers when you were announced for performances was so cute. 

Seeing all of these celebrities was still such a new thing for you. Taylor Swift, Ariana Grande, Andrew Garfield who the boys knew was your favourite. 

The entire show was full of the whole band laughing and dancing at all the events of the show. It was finally your turn to perform now.

“After being discovered on the U.Ks X-factor.”

“They just made music history, by being the only british group to top the american charts, with their first album. Which also topped the charts in 15 other countries.”

“They are… Niall, Zayn, Liam, Harry, Louis, and my favourite Autumn.”

“Here is One Direction.”

The stage went dark as the 6 screens sketched outlines of your body. The whole thing was like a glitch. Then, there you were as the first notes of ‘What Makes You Beautiful’ played.

All of you were dressed in black and white. You jumped around the stage as if you would in a concert and high fived some of the fans by the stage. You and Harry made sure that you made it back for your solo in the middle as the lights dropped and the spotlight was on you.

You were successful this time around and went back to jumping around on stage, punching the biggest balloon you've ever seen.

The rest of the show went smoothly and when it was done you were meeting so many different people. Michelle Obama wanted to meet you and you almost passed out. Even being from a different country she did amazing things for black women like yourself. 

The boys made sure you met Andrew Garfield which turned out to be in your favour as he had wanted to meet you too. You exchanged numbers promising to stay in touch. You met the cast of Victorious and iCarly and the cast of Hunger Games which made you nervous beyond reason.

At the end of the night at the after party you were all dancing around and saw Harry and Taylor chatting. You saw Harry look at you and waved you over. “Hi it's so nice to meet you.” your accent was a little thicker than normal based on how tired you were. “I absolutely love you in the band.” Taylor commented back and smiled widely as she did. “She is the leader, the only one keeping us together. She's really the best.” you looked up at him with teary eyes. “Stop it Haz.” you pouted as he kissed your forehead and wrapped an arm over your shoulder. 

You ended up leaving them as others wanted to see you. By the end of night your social battery was dead. You fell right into bed between Niall and Harry slowly drifting to sleep. “So happy you're ours.” Harry mumbled into your neck. “So happy.” Niall added before you let sleep over take you.

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[writingsfromhome]

Golf on TV

Ask: fluffy piece based on Lennon Stella’s Golf on TV (sorry I deleted the original ask but this song is so fluff so ty!)

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I wake up to the bed made, for a second I don’t know where I am. My sleep-addled brain tries to catch up to the present moment. The present morning.

I was in bed, in my new home. It was Saturday morning.

Last night had been a late one. I was the co-lead in an intense case at work and the plaintiff’s team had been smoking our ass in court. Last night we’d gotten boxes of newly admitted evidence and every single person stayed well into the AM to sort it out. The other side liked to play dirty and this is how they did it. Little did they know we’d found our smoking gun. Never underestimate Stewart, Stone, and Nowak.

But I’d gotten home and passed out on the couch. Well, I’d gotten home to Harry passed out on the couch with the TV on. He must have tried staying up for me even though I had told him to go home. But he stayed.

I remember the tension leaving my body just seeing him snuggled on the couch, his face a kaleidoscope of colours reflecting off from the TV. I’d met Harry less than a year ago, a meet cute moment where both of us had gone for the same taxi. He’d waved me in like a gentleman and I’d invited him to share it. Turns out we were only going a few blocks from each other.

He was from London, in San Francisco for work. The taxi ride had been 27 minutes in total but in that time it felt like we’d known each other for 27 years.

As soon as I saw him on the couch, I’d dropped my jacket there, and gotten in beside him. He’d barely stirred, and I passed out pretty quickly thereafter.

I sit up and the sham that was draped over me falls over the side of the bed. I check my watch, still on my wrist. It was past 7. A solid 4.5 hours—that was a restful night for me ever since I took this case on.

Harry must have carried me to bed, I realize. And I’d been dead to the world while he did.

I never expected to see him again after that taxi ride. Until a few weeks later, he was waiting for me in the courthouse lobby. He’d looked me up, saw I had a case that morning, and waited. It was his last week in San Francisco and he wanted to take me on a date. He hadn’t stopped thinking about me, he’d said. I hadn’t either.

I’d dated plenty before him, had several boyfriends, even a situationship. Harry was the first guy I ever felt relaxed around. From that first date he made sure I felt cared for, that I was happy—he was unafraid to put me first. Even when he had to go back to London and we were long distance for three and a half months, we were always talking.

I’d felt unwanted before. Those were the days I chased after boys that only liked me for doing the chasing. Never did they actually want me. Because when they got me, they’d leave and keep me chasing them forever. Harry had never once been shy about the fact that he wanted me. That he chose me over everything.

We were always running towards each other. Never after each other.

I blink away the sleepiness and notice Harry had put me in a tshirt. It was the little things.

That’s when I hear the voices coming from downstairs. Harry…and my mom.

It was time to get up.

“Good morning princess,” my mom spots me first. I looked bad this morning—even though Harry had attempted to take my makeup off whenever he’d taken me to bed, and replaced my slacks for shorts, I still had craters for eye bags and a tangled bedhead, and dehydrated and inflamed skin from sleeping with makeup. But mom never stopped calling me princess.

“Harry and I were just making pancakes,” she points to the griddle behind her. God, mom loved Harry. It was weird because she’d only ever met 2 of my boyfriends since I started dating as a teen. She hated both of them and was never shy about it. All the others she’d heard about over the phone or a late night snack at her house back when she lived close to where I worked. She hated them all equally. “We’re worried you’re not eating enough.”

I catch eyes with Harry, it was a constant argument with us. But it was hard to eat with a regular appetite when I was so close to the end of big cases. He knew that. He used my mom as a shield to push his own agenda, they worked as a team like that.

But it never made me mad. It was more caring than any ex had ever been.

“Pancakes are your favourite,” Harry says while towel-drying his hands. He’d been ‘washing up’, as he would say with his accent.

“They are,” I say as he walks around the island to me and kisses my cheek. He was always weirdly chaste around my mom, nothing like his behaviour late nights in bed.

Mom grins at me from behind him. She was obsessed.

So was I though.

“Let’s eat!” Mom says. “C’mon, we gotta eat before they get cold. Y/N grab the fruit behind you.”

“Sure mom,” I grab the bowl she prepared. Harry watches mom leave the kitchen with the pancakes and syrup. As soon as she’s out of sight he tugs me right against him.

“Y’know you don’t have to wait for her to leave to be my boyfriend?”

“Is that what I am?” He nuzzles my neck. “I thought I was just your boy-toy.”

“Nah,” I let him kiss me even though we’re both smiling. “My boy-toy’s like, 5 years younger than you are.”

“Yeah well, he’s not the one trying to take your makeup off at 5am while you talk about invoices and flash drives.”

“Oops,” I must have been talking about our smoking gun in my sleep. I couldn’t even rest unconscious. “Thank you for that. You could have left me on the couch.”

“Maybe if I was your boy-toy. But I’m your strong English boyfriend, I take you to bed.”

“And you do it so well,” I pat his arm condescendingly, stealing one more kiss before skirting away. I leave him chuckling in the kitchen and gathering the coffee for breakfast.

Before Harry, I didn’t realize love could be so selfless. That it didn’t have to hurt all the time. That one person could be enough.

“Y/N?” Mom asks. “What do you think?”

“Huh?” I’d gotten lost in thought and I see Harry smirk. I guess I was just staring at him.

“For your dad’s birthday coming up?!” She sighs. “I’ve been talking about his dinner—Harry said he has to go back to London the week before. I thought we could do a birthday dinner early so Harry can be there. You know your dad would like that.”

He would. My dad was just as keen on Harry, telling me that he was good for me—the way a man should be. Those were his exact words.

I remember I’d been confused at first when Harry and I started long-distance dating. He was more stable and consistent than relationships I’d had where we lived inches apart. Being long-distance, I’d only missed him physically when we were apart, he was still there for me in every other way.

When he officially transferred to his San Francisco office 5 months ago, he had surprised me. I remember opening my door to him standing there with flowers and macarons—my favourite dessert. I’d nearly smashed them all when I screamed and threw myself onto him.

After that moment I knew I was done with romanticizing dysfunction and compromising. His love was healthy and pure, and it was for me.

I tried my best to give that to him in return. Lately I’d been a bad girlfriend working long hours and barely seeing him. But I’d make it up to him. He didn’t know this but I’d booked the same flight to London with him, that’s why mom was trying to move dad’s birthday dinner up. So I’d be there too.

“Sounds great,” I say. “That way we can all make it.”

“Perfect I’ll make us a reservation.” Mom picks up her phone and begins typing on it with one finger, one key at a time. She tsks, “Oh why is it doing this now.”

“Here Mrs. Y/l/n,” Harry holds his hand out. “What are you trying to do.”

“This new update has been driving me crazy,” she hand her phone to Harry. He glances at me and we bite back a smile. Mom was notorious for being Bad at Technology. But Harry was always patient and tried teaching her.

“The search bar’s on the bottom now,” Harry shows her. “That’s where you type it in.”

“It was fine at the top why do they always have to move it around, gah I’ll just do this on a computer.”

“Yeah no rush mom,” I say.

“Well I’ll clear the table now. I need to get going soon I have a squash game at half eight.”

“Yeah I need be in by then.” Court opened at 9:30 today and I had to be there a half hour early to submit what we had.

“You two stay here,” mom begins piling plates. She’s surprisingly strong when she snatches the mug Harry’s trying to take away himself. “Let me clean up. Then I’ll be out of your hair.”

“Thanks for the breakfast mom!” I shout as she heads away. Harry echoes a thank you.

“Don’t thank me,” I hear her mumble as she walks away.

Me and Harry are left grinning at each other. He holds his hand out on the table and I clasp his.

“Your mum’s sweet.”

“My mum,” I tease him. I keep his hand held as I go around the table to his seat. He tugs me down onto his lap. “Did you actually call your mom mummy as a kid?”

“Did you call your mum mommy?” Harry asks in a decent American accent.

“Maybe,” I smile.

“Maybe.” He replies.

“I’ll just ask your mum when I meet her someday.”

“She really does want to meet you.” He says seriously. “She thinks I’m deliberately keeping you away.”

“Maybe you are, so she can’t answer all the burning questions I have about you.”

“I can just imagine you and her teaming up against me. My sister will join in too.”

I’d met his sister a few months back when she visited. We hit it on immediately just like Harry and I had. It was a bit of a relief.

“I can’t wait to swap stories over breakfast with your mom.”

“Oh you’d love her breakfast,” Harry smiles fondly. I feel a twinge then, sometimes I wondered if he ever got homesick. Especially when he talked about memories from home. “She does the best English breakfast. You’d have to try black pudding though.”

I crinkle my nose, “Isn’t that the one with the blood?”

“Mmmm it sure is,” he grips my hips and a shiver shoots up my spine.

“Gross! Why would anyone eat that? Or your-what’s that other pudding thing? The one you tried making last winter that’s all puffy-“

“Yorkshire.” He smiles.

“You literally poured hot oil on your mixture. It’s clogging my pores just thinking about it.”

“That’s it. You’re coming to London before the year is over and you’re going to be begging for more when you have a proper roast. What I made at home was a pathetic attempt.”

“Mmm I don’t get it.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “I just don’t get English food. It’s like people who wear crocs, or golf on TV, I don’t get it.”

“You just descibed,” Harry tucks my hair behind my ear, “the perfect date. We’re sorted for the weekend.”

I laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“But I love you.” I kiss him. He pulls me back to him when I part.

“I love you.”

“I really do need a shower before I head in though,” I remind him.

“Maybe I’ll join you,” he says low enough so my mom can’t hear.

“If you’re brave enough with mom still here.” I tease.

“Okay hon,” she pops out of nowhere. “I’m heading out. Good luck with court today.”

“Thanks mom.” I get up and give her a big squeeze. “I appreciate you dropping by.”

“Of course. And I’ll drop dinner by tonight I saw the state of your fridge, you should clean that thing out y/n.”

“Yess mom,” I roll my eyes. Harry snickers behind me. Mom should see his fridge, it was half beer cans and takeout containers.

While mom tells Harry about the dinner she would drop by for us I get a headstart on my shower. It was already quarter to 8 and I couldn’t waste any more time.

Harry joins me shortly after, he lowers my hands when he gets in and washes my hair slowly with care. I nearly pass out in the shower with how good his fingers feel on my scalp.

“Thank you,” I turn to him after I wash it out.

“Don’t mention it love,” he kisses my temple.

“Harry,” I suddenly feel choked up. I think his scalp massage had unblocked some chakra stuff because I’m suddenly overwhelmed with feeling.

“What?” He tilts my face up.

“I’m just…I’m the luckiest girl in the world.”

“Nonsense.” He swipes my tear away even though the stream of water makes it all the same.

“No I…I never thought I’d meet someone like you. I used to think love was hurting. It doesn’t make sense anymore-“

“Like golf on TV.”

“Yeah,” I laugh and it breaks up the knot in my throat. “Yeah like golf on TV. Now being in love feels like soccer-“

“Football.”

“Soccer,” I correct him. He grins. “It makes sense to me.”

“If you didn’t have work in 30 minutes,” Harry pulls me into him and crushes me against him. It feels good, like being held together. “You’d be face down in bed in the next 10 seconds.”

“Where’s this Harry when my mom’s around.” I tease.

“This Harry’s just for you.” He says just as he turns the shower off. I draw away as he grabs us some towels and I watch him with an unbreakable joy; if it was physical it could illuminate this tiled shower and bounce around the whole room.

He was the reason I got through all these gruelling hours for court. Because I knew I had someone waiting for me, that I could steal an hour away with, and it would leave me refuelled enough for another 24 hour work-day.

“Why are you smiling at me like that,” Harry asks as he hands me the towel. I shake my head and wrap it around me. He watches as I blow dry my hair, kissing my shoulder when I’m done.

“I’ll leave when you leave. Should I drop you off to the office?”

“Please?” I ask. “That’d give me an extra 5 minutes.”

His face lights up.

“No,” I say as he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. “No Harry I have to be early!”

“I only need 2,” he says as he launches me onto the bed. “Maybe 3.”

I pretend to be annoyed but I inch up in bed as he makes his way over and I can’t think of a better way to spend the extra 5 minutes. Or 10. Oops.

If the old me ever met the new me, she’d probably try to stop me. She didn’t know what love could look like. That it could be a gentle smile, a drive in to work, making sure you’re eating, helping your mom out with her phone, or washing your hair for you in the shower.

I’d tell her—the old me, that it was as simple as this: I wanted him, only him. And he wanted me too.

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Imagine com Harry Styles.

I have loved you forever

N/a: Okay, esse pedido me deixou completamente rendida! Ele fluiu tão bem que eu fiquei sensível! Espero muito que gostem!

Diálogos: Você me faz querer sair voando por aí, mesmo sabendo que isso não é possível. / Se não é amor, o que mais pode ser? / Eu te amei desde o momento em que pousei meus olhos sobre você / Ei, olha pra mim, estamos bem

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Engoli em seco enquanto observava pela janela a cena que afundava meu coração no peito. A desculpa de uma dor de cabeça repentina foi o suficiente para que pudesse me esconder no quarto de infância do meu namorado sem que ninguém perturbasse as paranoias que insistiam em me castigar. 

Harry ria alto com Cristine, virando hambúrgueres na churrasqueira e tomando um grande copo de cerveja. 

Uma cena de intimidade, quase familiar. 

Intimidade e familiaridade que eles tinham desde os seis anos de idade, quando se tornaram vizinhos. 

A insegurança era uma coisa sórdida, machucava mesmo quando eu tentava escondê-la e sufocá-la dentro de mim. 

Mas, como não se sentir insegura quando outra garota sabe a marca favorita de cerveja do seu namorado e você não? 

Quando ela sabe qual o tipo de música ele gosta de ouvir quando cozinha, qual o tempero favorito para a carne, o tipo de pão que ele prefere…

Ou quando ela tem tantas histórias sobre os dois para contar que você fica até mesmo zonza? 

E o pior: ela ser a namorada que ele precisou largar para seguir seu grande sonho. 

O carinho que os dois nutrem um pelo outro é gigantesco, se vê há quilômetros de distância. 

O que é um namoro de um ano perto de mais de vinte anos de história? 

Seco as lágrimas que escorrem, os dois lá embaixo agora comem felizes. 

Harry sequer notou que eu subi. Ele não sentiu a minha falta em mais de uma hora. 

Ouço batidas leves na porta. Esfrego os punhos do blusão pelo rosto antes de falar para a pessoa entrar. Anne trazia uma pequena bandeja de prata, com um hambúrguer e um copo de suco. 

— Está tudo bem, querida? Aconteceu alguma coisa? — Perguntou deixando o objeto sobre a mesa para se aproximar. 

— Está sim. — Suspirei, olhando mais uma vez pela janela. Minha sogra segurou minhas mãos, me puxando para sentar junto a si na cama. 

— Você sabe que pode conversar comigo, não sabe? — Disse em tom suave. 

— Sei sim. — Tentei sorrir. 

— Então me diga o que está acontecendo. Não comprei essa história de dor de cabeça. 

— É só… — Suspirei, procurando palavras para não parecer uma adolescente boba e insegura. — Ele parece tão confortável com ela. 

— Com Cristine? — Assinto. — Ah, querida, eles são amigos há muitos anos. 

— Eu sei. É uma idiotice. — Sinto mais uma lágrima escorrer. — Mas, sei lá, eles namoraram… e se ele ainda sentir algo por ela? — Encaro os olhos claros da mulher à minha frente. Anne acaricia minhas mãos entre as suas, seu olhar não é de pena ou julgamento. 

— S/N, você é o amor da vida dele. Nunca vi meu filho tão feliz quanto ele é com você. — Disse com convicção. 

— Eu o amo tanto, Anne. — Solucei. — Me sinto uma criança boba com ciúmes, mas é inevitável. — Soltei uma mão apenas para secar o rosto. — Ela sabe tudo sobre ele. A cerveja favorita, os filmes, as músicas. — Suspiro. — Nós temos tão pouco tempo juntos, não fazia ideia da maioria dessas coisas. 

— Nada disso é importante, querida. — Aperta minha mão. — Harry ama você. 

— Como sabe? 

— Está na cara. — Ela sorri. — Ele parece brilhar toda vez que te vê, não para de sorrir nem por um minuto. 

— Ele nunca disse que me ama. — Sussurro. 

— Mas vai dizer. Acredite em mim, conheço o meu filho e ele só tem olhos para você. Cristine é uma amiga querida, mas apenas isso. — Se aproxima, me dando um abraço apertado. — Coma um pouquinho, okay? — Pediu, e eu assenti com a cabeça. 

— Anne. — Chamei antes que ela abrisse a porta. — Não conta nada pra ele. — Ela sorriu em resposta e me deixou sozinha. 

Não estava com fome, e agora a minha cabeça realmente doía. Deitei o corpo na cama, mesmo tendo parado de chorar ainda fungava um pouco. 

Esperava de todo o coração que Anne estivesse certa. 

Senti a cama afundar ao meu lado e então um cheiro familiar me atingiu. Harry passou um braço em minha cintura, me puxando para uma conchinha. 

— Gemma me disse que você estava com dor. — Murmurou. 

— Já estou um pouco melhor. — Tentei disfarçar a voz de choro. 

— Eu ouvi tudo, babe. — Meu corpo endureceu. — Não era a minha intenção, queria ver se você estava bem e acabei ouvindo. 

— Me desculpa. — Sussurrei, sentindo as lágrimas voltarem e molharem o travesseiro. 

— Você me faz querer sair voando por aí, mesmo sabendo que isso não é possível. — Me apertou em seus braços. — Se isso não é amor, o que mais pode ser? — Virei o corpo na cama, ficando de frente para ele. Sabia que devia estar com o rosto inchado pela última hora chorando, mas queria e precisava vê-lo. — Eu te amei desde o momento em que pousei meus olhos sobre você. 

— Harry… — Murmurei, mas ele não me deixou continuar, deixando um selinho rápido como forma de me calar. 

— Quem liga para as coisas que você não sabe? Eu também não sei tudo sobre você. — As íris verdes me encaravam com atenção, me desconcertando ainda mais. — Temos a vida toda para descobrir coisas um do outro, amor. 

— Quer passar a vida toda comigo? — Murmurei, fazendo-o sorrir, o que fez o “bigode de férias” erguer os cantinhos.

— Cada segundo. — Beijou a ponta do meu nariz. — Não disse isso antes, mas eu amo você. Não duvide disso. 

— Desculpa. — Sussurrei envergonhada, descendo os olhos para o colchão abaixo de nós. 

— Ei, olha pra mim, estamos bem. — Com relutância, obedeci. — A minha mãe está certa, você é o amor da minha vida. E eu nunca fui tão feliz quanto sou com você. — As lágrimas voltam a escorrer, mas agora não mais de tristeza, Harry as afasta com os dedos longos. — Eu quero ouvir o que você disse a ela. 

— Qual parte?

— A que você também me ama. — Sorriu. 

— Eu te amo, Harry. Muito. — Fecho os olhos quando sua boca pressiona a minha em um beijo doce. 

— Vamos descer? A churrasqueira está sozinha. 

— Você pode ir, eu estou horrível. — Resmungo, recebendo uma mordida no queixo como repreensão. 

— Você nunca está horrível. — Estreitou os olhos. — Eu vou te carregar se não descer. — Ameaçou. 

— Tá bem! Eu vou. — Me rendi, recebendo mais um beijo. 

Harry passou os dois braços em minha cintura, caminhando com dificuldade atrás de mim. Sentada em uma das mesas do jardim, Anne me dirigiu um sorriso cúmplice antes de morder seu hambúrguer. 

— Quer uma cerveja? — Ele perguntou em meu ouvido, deixando vários beijinhos por meu pescoço em seguida. 

— Uhum. — Proferi. 

— Vou pegar. — Fez menção de me soltar. 

— Não precisa. — Cristine surgiu ao nosso lado sorrindo, me oferecendo um dos copos em suas mãos. 

— Obrigado. — Agradeci. 

— Eu te amo. — Um sussurro rouco soou em meu ouvido. — Agora você vai cansar de ouvir isso de tanto que eu vou dizer. — Riu. Joguei a cabeça para trás, apoiando em seu ombro e observando seu rosto bonito. 

— Impossível. — Garanti.

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Not Like This

Word Count: 2.5K words

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol consumption; language (?)

A/N: idk if anyone’s done this already but i rewatched new girl for the billionth time and i just had to (also hi sorry i haven’t posted in so long, life is rough)

“Come on, Y/N! Why not?” Harry whined, a hiccup escaping his pouty lips. Y/N rolled her eyes, attempting to stifle a smile, crossing her arms over her chest. She could barely hear him over the loud music, the bass nearly causing their bones to jump out of their skin. 

“Because it’s a childish game, we’re both drunk, and this will definitely not end well.” She tries to speak over the music, giggling at her glossy-eyed best friend pleading on his knees in front of her, holding her hands between his.

“Pleaaaase, pretty pretty please?” He pokes his bottom lip out, giving her a look he knew she couldn’t say no to, his hands finding their way to and resting on her arms. 

“Harry, I don’t know…” She fidgets, unsure. He clumsily makes his way up to his feet, bumping into a few drunk classmates and laying his hands on her shoulders. 

“Just one round! It’s just spin the bottle, what’s the worst that could happen?” He smiles confidently. 

She eyed him for a moment, his cheeks were flushed from the excessive alcohol, causing the color of his bright eyes to significantly pop aside the deep pink. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the feelings for Harry she had been suppressing for the 3 years they've been friends, but the shape of his lips had become nearly irresistible. Her eyes followed their movement as his teeth bit down on his bottom lip while he waited on her answer. 

“Love?” He asks, his fingers brush down her arm ever so softly, snapping her out of her trance. 

“Huh? Oh, I’m sorry.” Y/N inhales a sharp breath, physically shaking her head as though she were pushing the thoughts out of her mind. Harry’s face shifted to a look of worry for his closest friend.

“You know what, maybe we are too drunk, I’ll just tell them we’ll sit this one out.” He moved to step away from her but she caught his hand in hers before he could go. 

“No! I’m okay, I promise! Let's play!” She spoke quickly. Harry’s worried frown deepened as he grabbed her other hand.

“You seemed so unsure, what changed?” He asked, tilting his head slightly to the side. Alarm bells blared in her head as she felt his thumb brushing against her knuckles, her focus falls to his lips once more. 

How can she possibly explain to her best friend that she changed her mind because she desperately needs someone else's lips on hers to help erase the very thought of his touch, his eyes, his lips on her.  

“Nothing, it’ll be fun!” She smiled, lightly nudging his shoulder with hers, attempting to maintain her composure. His brows furrowed as he chewed on his bottom lip, skeptical of her sudden change in attitude. 

“Are you sure?” He asked, genuinely concerned. She laughs at his drunken attempt at a serious conversation. 

“Stop being silly, let’s play!” Y/N cheers, chugging the last of her drink and pulling him towards the living room of the frat house. Harry wobbled behind her, holding onto her for dear life as they bumped past the other partygoers.

They spot their group of friends sitting in a circle on the floor, the dim light reflected off of the beer bottles in their hands. With the music blaring through the speakers, people dancing, laughing, making out around them, the group of friends looked as though they were in their own little pocket of the universe, unfazed by the scene surrounding them. 

Y/N continued pulling Harry towards them when he stopped in his tracks, gently pulling her towards him.

“Y/N,” His glossy eyes were filled with worry, “Are you absolutely sure, love?” He says softly, the music almost drowning his melodic voice out. Y/N heard him loud and clear though, her eyes lingered on his lips. 

“Yes, I’m absolutely sure,” She nodded her head, inhaling sharply. She smiled nervously, hoping he wouldn’t see through her facade. “Like you said, what's the worst that could happen?” She shrugged, feigning nonchalance..

A small smile tugged at the corner of Harry’s lips as his eyes scanned her face. 

“Okay, but I’ve got my eye on you.” His dimple deepened as he looped her arm into his, leading her to the group.

“Finally!” Their friends greeted them as they sat in vacant spots in the circle, facing one another. 

“Alright, everyone knows the rules, you spin the bottle and kiss whoever it lands on,” One of their friends, Chris, states before chugging the rest of his beer and laying the bottle on its side in the center of the circle. “This is the easiest game ever, just keep it tight you drunkards.” He points his finger around the group, a lazy smirk stretching across his lips, his dark skin glistened under the colored lights. The group cheers loudly, ready to get the game started.

Harry nods at Y/N, directing her attention to him.

“Can you believe this man is going to be a doctor?” He giggles, gesturing at Chris. Y/N giggles too, their friend shooting them a playful glare.

“Alright, let’s get on with it,” Chris announces, “I’ll go first.” He claps his hands together, looking around the group before settling himself down on his knees and reaching to spin the bottle. The bottle slows down, landing on Omar, a lean, tanned guy with curly brown hair. A smile stretches on his face as cheers and catcalls are heard amongst the group. Chris laughs, leaning in to place a peck on Omar’s lips. Harry and Y/N cheer with the rest of the group, awaiting the next person's turn.

Harry’s turn slowly approached, the anxiety making Y/N’s heart nearly jump out of her chest at the thought of his lips on someone else's. It’s not like she had never seen him kiss someone else, he has had situationships here and there and she’d caught glances of his lips locked with theirs. But this time was different, she could no longer push the feelings away, the alcohol had broken down that dam and it all rushed over her like running water. 

Kisses were shared and the bottle kept spinning, until it was finally Harry’s turn. Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat as he reached for the bottle, his eyes locking with hers for what felt like forever. She gave him a tight smile and a quick thumbs up, her body almost on autopilot as she watched him. He inhales deeply, squinting his eyes and spinning the bottle. Y/N squeezes her eyes shut, hoping she was being subtle about the panic coursing through her veins. 

“Ooooooh shit!” She heard Chris and the rest of the circle laughing, her lids opening before she could think. Her eyes met Harry’s, his expression stunned. His eyes left hers, trailing down to where the bottle was, pointing directly at her. Her breath caught in her throat as it dawned on her what this all meant, the thought nearly sobering her up. 

“Y/N…” Harry’s voice trailed softly as he bit at the skin on the inside of his cheek. She could feel everyone's eyes on her, waiting on her next move. A faux smile spread across her face as she chuckled lightly, attempting to hide the panic creeping down her spine.

“What are you waiting for, come here!” She puts on a confident front, leaning in slightly. Harry remained silent, his mouth agape. 

“C’mon Harry, we all did it! Kiss her!” Omar giggled, poking at Harry’s knee playfully. A beat passed and Harry hadn’t made any move to kiss her. Y/N’s blood was buzzing in her veins, her stomach restless as she waited on him to do something, anything.

“Lets goooo, kiss her!” Chris cheers, starting a chant amongst those in the circle. Harry broke out of his trance, shaking his head slightly. The cheers grew louder and blood rushed to his cheeks, deepening the flush from the alcohol. 

“What, you don’t wanna kiss me?” Y/N half jokes, nearly wincing at the thought.

“Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her!” The cheers grew louder as a few of their classmates outside of their circle joined in, drunkenly unaware of what was happening. 

“No, not like this!” He bursts, frustrated. The regret almost instantly set in on his features as the words slipped out. The group fell silent, all eyes on him. A few classmates continued cheering, still unaware.

“What?” Y/N whispers, her eyes wide. Her breath had caught in her throat as she held eye contact with her best friend, it was as though the whole world had frozen around them. His wide eyes flooded with an emotion that her intoxicated brain could not comprehend.

“Fuck.” Harry mutters under his breath, wobbling up from his spot in the circle and disappearing into the crowd. 

“Harry!” Y/N called after him, attempting to follow him but clumsily falling onto the couch behind Chris. He offers her a hand, smiling knowingly.

“Go get him.” He winks as Y/N takes his hand, nodding. 

She takes off in the direction he went in, finding herself at a door at the far end of the frat house. The bathroom. Y/N smiled to herself. The anxiety had nearly evaporated from her body, the only thing on her mind was making sure her favorite person was okay. She knocked, knowing fully well that she wouldn’t hear the response from within over the pounding bass. She slowly opened the door, hoping she wasn’t barging in on some stranger sitting on the toilet. Instead, she was met with the soft green eyes she’d grown so fond of. Harry was laying in the tub, arms outstretched on the rim, his hair slightly disheveled. 

“Hey," Y/N spoke softly, entering the small bathroom, gently shutting the door behind her. Harry averted his gaze from hers, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. “Mind if I join you in there?” 

Harry nodded slightly, still avoiding her eyes. Y/N steps into the tub carefully, sitting opposite of him, stretching her legs and settling her feet on either side of his hips. 

Neither of them made a move, the silence between them uninterrupted by the loud music on the other side of the door. Harry picked at his nail polish, avoiding her eyes as she scanned his face for what he could possibly be feeling.

“What did you m-” “How did you kno-” 

They both break the thick silence simultaneously. 

“You go first.” Harry ran a hand through his hair, another sign of the anxiety he felt welling up inside of him.

“No, no, you go.” Y/N laid a gentle hand on his shin. Harry’s eyes settled on her fingers unconsciously tracing small circles over the thin material of his pants on his leg.

“How did you know I’d be here?” He spoke slowly, his eyes following the movement of her fingers. Y/N let out a slight chuckle, the change in tone forcing Harry’s eyes up to look at her face. The brightest of smiles lit up her features.

“Remember the night we first met? Orientation party, freshman year?” She paused. Harry’s eyebrows furrowed as he racked his alcohol ridden brain. Y/N lets out a laugh as realization hits him, his eyebrows shooting up and his mouth slightly agape.

“I was hiding out in the bathroom because I didn’t know anyone yet.” He chuckles, watching Y/N fondly. 

“And I needed to pee but there was some weirdo in the tub!” She leans forward, lightly pushing his shoulder. Harry bursts into a fit of giggles, comforted by the presence of his best friend.

“Why the tub?”

“I don’t know, it’s weirdly comforting.” Harry giggles, shrugging his shoulders.

“And?” Y/N pokes at his shin.

“You know, I think it’s the walls of the tub, I feel like a little baby in a crib.” Harry slurs slightly, leaning his head back on the wall behind him. 

“Hmm, I wonder what that’s about?” Y/N teases, causing Harry to groan.

“You took ONE psychology class and forgot how to act.” Harry scrunches his nose at his friend. A beat of silence settled between them before Y/N snickered, making them both burst out in laughter. 

As they settled down, Harry placed his hands on Y/N’s thighs, snapping her out of her haze for a moment.

“Harry?”

“Hm?” Harry hummed softly, distracted by a piece of loose thread on Y/N’s pants.

“What did you mean, ‘not like this’?” She spoke cautiously, eyeing his face. Harry inhaled sharply, his body tensing slightly. 

“I just,” Harry nibbles at his lip, “I don’t know, I just…” He sighs, covering his face with his hands. 

“Hey,” Y/N frowns, removing her feet from beside him, repositioning herself. She perched herself on her knees between his legs, her hands gently settling on his thighs. “You don’t have to-”

She was cut off by his mouth on hers, his hands on either side of her face. Y/N was stunned but allowed herself to melt into it. Harry let out a soft whimper as she kissed him back, his hands tracing down her body to her waist, pulling her closer. Her fingers tangled themselves in his hair, tugging ever so lightly as their lips molded onto one another with fervor. His tongue slipped into her mouth, colliding with hers. His hands trail down to her hips, pulling her even closer as she practically straddles him. Harry pulled away first, both of them struggling to regulate their breathing.

“Harry…” She whispers, her forehead pressed against his, absolutely stunned.

“That’s what I meant.” He whispers. Y/N exhales shakily, pulling him in for another kiss. Their hands roamed as they pulled each other closer and closer. 

“Chris! I found them!” The bathroom door swung open, startling the couple in the tub. Omar leaned against the doorframe, giggling up a storm at their surprise. Chris walked up behind Omar, his hands on his hips. 

“C’mon, guys! The game was spin the bottle, not 7 minutes in heaven!” He slurred, joining Omar’s giggle fest. Y/N buried her face in Harry’s neck, mortified at the position their friends found them in. 

“Alright, alright, we’ll be out in a minute!” Harry shoo’s their friends (who were making kissing noises at the couple). Chris closes the door, but not before yelling that he called it. Harry rubbed Y/N’s back, apologizing gently. She pulls her face out of the crook of his neck looking at him in disbelief.

“Y/N, this is all I’ve wanted for so long.” He whispers and her feature soften instantly.

“Really?” Her voice strained slightly. He places a hand on her jaw running his thumb over her cheekbone, nodding his head. Y/N’s heart beat against her ribcage so hard that she was sure he could hear it.

“Me too.” A wide smile graced her face. Harry’s heart soared as he leaned in to kiss his best friend again. 

“We’re kissing in a tub, absolutely shitfaced.” Y/N giggles against his lips.

“Worse things have happened in tubs, I’m sure of it,” Harry giggles back between soft kisses. “But this is definitely one of the best.” He deepens their kiss, so glad he begged her to play that silly game.

[little-big-fan]

Imagine com Harry Styles

Love of my Life

Faz tempo que eu não apareço por aqui, hein? Espero que gostem desse imagine bem fofinhooo

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— Você realmente não vem? — O tom chateado do meu namorado soou pelo alto-falante do telefone, fazendo meu coração apertar ainda mais do que já estava. 

— Meu amor, já expliquei… — Harry bufou do outro lado.

— E eu já disse que não ligo! Só queria que você viesse ver meu show. �� tão difícil ter algum perto o bastante para que você vá. 

— Eu sei, babe. Mas você sabe que muitas das suas fãs não apoiam o nosso relacionamento. Eu odiaria ser o motivo de algum desconforto.  

— Você sabe que eu não ligo para essas coisas.

— Você liga sim. Você cuida de cada detalhe do show para que seja uma experiência inesquecível para quem vai. Tenta me entender, amor.

— Juro que estou tentando. Mas isso não quer dizer que eu não esteja chateado. — Seu tom de voz era melancólico, me deixando ainda mais culpada. A linha ficou em silêncio por alguns segundos, e eu pude ouvir alguém o chamando baixinho. — Eu preciso ir. Pelo menos te vejo amanhã? 

— Claro que sim. Tenha um bom show. Amo você. 

— Também te amo.

Era sempre assim, toda vez que Harry fazia um show aos redores de LA ele insistia que eu fosse, e eu sempre negava. Mesmo após pouco mais de um ano que nosso relacionamento chegou ao conhecimento do público os fãs de Harry ainda não estavam cem por cento acostumados comigo. Sempre que saía uma foto nossa, ou alguém nos via na rua era uma enxurrada de palavras horríveis que eu acabava lendo pelas redes sociais. Na maior parte do tempo eu deixava pra lá. Sempre soube que isso poderia acontecer, e tê-lo era motivo o suficiente para ignorar cada coisa ruim. Mas eu não me perdoaria se causasse algum alvoroço em um dos seus shows. Os poucos que havia presenciado haviam sido antes de nosso relacionamento vir a público, e mesmo assim assistia de trás do palco. Nunca tendo uma visão plena de como era o meu amor em cima do palco fazendo aquilo que ele nasceu para fazer. 

Ponderei por mais alguns segundos o que devia fazer. Estava morrendo de vontade de ir, esquecer todo aquele medo idiota e ir até a arena para vê-lo.

Olhei para o relógio pendurado na parede, ainda faltava uma hora para o show, o que significava que Harry estaria se preparando.

Reuni toda a coragem em mim e enviei uma mensagem para sua assessoria, perguntando se havia uma forma de eu entrar sem que ele soubesse. Assim que recebi a resposta, decidi que precisava fazer algo para me desculpar com ele. Sabia que Harry sempre ficava chateado por não ir prestigiá-lo. 

Não demorei mais do que dez minutos para escrever as letras na folha de cartolina. Enrolei o pequeno cartaz, troquei de roupas e chamei um carro de aplicativo.

O show já havia começado quando os seguranças me escoltaram para uma área não muito cheia. Tinha a visão plena de Harry no palco. Ele parecia preencher todo o ambiente, sempre sorrindo, dançando e cantando. 

Em um certo momento ele começou a ler alguns cartazes, em sua maioria muito engraçados, arrancando risadas dos fãs.

— Vou pedir que ele olhe pra cá. — Denise, sua assistente avisou, e eu ergui a cartolina para que ficasse na frente do meu rosto. No telão ao meu lado pude ver a câmera focar nas letras que eu havia feito de forma apressada.

— "Você se parece muito com o amor da minha vida" — Ele leu no microfone, e então eu ergui um pouco mais o cartaz, deixando que ele me visse. O sorriso que havia em seu rosto se alastrou ainda mais, e uma gritaria ensurdecedora começou. — Que coincidência, você se parece muito com o amor da minha vida também. — Ele piscou um olho. Levei uma das mãos à boca, enviando um beijo no ar pra ele. Harry, fez um gesto teatral, "pegando" o beijo no ar e depositando nos próprios lábios. 

Se o show estava bom, ele ficou melhor ainda. Harry andava por todo o palco enorme, mas sempre fazia questão de voltar onde eu estava, cantando diversas estrofes olhando no fundo dos meus olhos, enquanto eu gritava junto das outras fãs cada palavra de suas músicas. 

Quando ele se despediu da plateia, Denise e os seguranças me levaram para dentro da estrutura, me fazendo chegar até a porta do camarim.

Dei duas batidinhas, e assim que a porta foi aberta fui puxada por dois braços fortes que me apertaram.

— Não acredito que você veio. — Ele sussurrou, enterrando o rosto em meu pescoço. Não liguei para o fato dele estar suado, devolvi o aperto do abraço e deixei dezenas de beijinhos em seu ombro.

— Decidi que não vou mais ter medo. Eu sabia que os seus seguranças não deixariam que nada me acontecesse e eu não queria perder a oportunidade de te ver no palco mais uma vez. Você foi incrível, perfeito, a coisa mais linda que eu já vi em toda a minha vida. 

— Você não existe. — Ele afastou um pouquinho o rosto para me olhar com as piscinas verdes. — Você não tem noção de como estou feliz. — Harry me ergueu em seus braços, roçando o nariz contra o meu. — Onde está o cartaz? 

— Deixei com a Denise. Por quê? 

— Eu quero guardar, foi o mais lindo que eu já vi. 

— Amor, estava horrível, eu fiz correndo. — Fiz uma careta, porque comparando com os que ele leu antes, todos muito bem decorados, o meu era um pedaço de lixo.

— Não mesmo, é perfeito. Porque foi você quem fez. E eu amei a frase também. — Não consegui deixar de sorrir. Ainda em seus braços, levei uma das mãos em seu rosto, passando a ponta do indicador pelas formas lindas.

— Acho que você não parece o amor da minha vida, afinal. 

— Ah, não? — Ergueu uma das sobrancelhas em divertimento e eu neguei com a cabeça.

— Você definitivamente é o amor da minha vida. 

— Falando essas coisas você vai me matar de amor, sabia? E eu morro feliz. — Joguei a cabeça para trás com a risada que escapou, enquanto ele fazia uma careta linda, projetando um dos lábios para a frente em um bico. — Agora me dê um beijo logo antes que eu morra mesmo. 

Sem esperar um segundo pedido, grudei meus lábios nos dele. Sentindo seu corpo inteiro contra o meu, o calor da adrenalina por recém ter saído do palco e a felicidade que seu corpo inteiro exalava. 

Esse homem é o amor da minha vida, não tem como negar. 

[muserryy]

YOUR HANDWRITING

a poem | masterlist

you have such a lovely handwriting, 

i wish you would write my name like that,

for i could read it everyday.

i would frame it and hang it up in my gallery,

admire in silence,

the curves, the strokes of each letter

and how it flows across the page.

maybe write a few words too

when i sit next to you.

i want to hear the sound of your pen, scratching against the page of my heart.

scrawling your every thought,

for i keep those whispers all to me.

thank you for reading. please do not repost! :)

[cinemastyles-blog]

Summary: Just a short blurb about being in the shower jamming out to music and an old one direction song comes on and Harry joins.

Warnings: Super cute. Fluff. Not really any warnings.

I’ve been on a Wolves kick lately, so that’s the song that inspired this.

Master List

∘₊✧── 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 ──✧₊∘

It’s a Saturday night and you and Harry decided to stay in and have a relaxing night after not seeing each other for a few days.

“I’m going to go get a shower while you make dinner.” You lean in and kiss his cheek. He smiles and nods, “Okay. With how long your showers are, it might be cold by the time you’re done.”

He laughs and you flick him off with a giggle.

You walk into the bathroom and scroll through your music, tapping on one of Harry’s songs from his new album.

Humming along to Daydreaming, you strip down and toss your clothes on the floor, “Livin' in a daydream, She said, "Love me like you paid me".” You sing as you step into the shower.

As you get your body wet and continue to sing along, Harry is standing outside the door, smiling as you sing his song. He’s proud to have you. He loves that you support him and love the music he puts out.

“When you give me all of your love, give me something to dream about..” you start to wash your hair, dancing slightly as you hum to the tune.

You rinse your hair and let the water run over your body as you listen for what the next song will be.

You smile and shake your head as one of his old songs with the boys start to play.

“I hear them calling for you..I hear them calling for you..” you sing with a smile and away your hips side to side. You reach out and turn the music up, partly so you can hear it better and also so Harry can hear it.

You close your eyes and continue to dance under the water, “Your friends all talkin' 'bout me..They say I got no chance at all..”

You smile and look over your shoulder as you hear the door open. You continue to sing as you turn around to face Harry.

He is smiling and shaking his head, “Really? This song?”

You keep smiling and point to him as you sing his chorus, “In the middle of the night when the wolves come out. They head straight for your heart. Like a bullet in the dark.”

Harry laughs and jumps in, singing with you as he places his hands on your hips. You move your hips to the beat of the song and hold up the shampoo bottle as a fake microphone and Harry sings into it, “They come straight for your heart. I hear them calling for you. I hear them calling for you.”

You smile as you listen to him sing and bob your head to the music.

You hold the bottle up to your lips, “I ain't up for debating. Ain't in it for the taking. We got the world shaking..”

He laughs and pulls you close to him, moving his body with yours. Dancing in the shower with you and he hums with you as you continue to sing.

You turn towards him and look up at him with a huge smile. He pushes your wet hair out of your face and rubs your cheek with his thumb, “You’re insane.”

You laugh slightly and shake your head, “We can run and hide, ain't goin' down without a fight. I hear them calling for you.”

He smiles and watches you, falling in love with you all over again.

The song ends and you lay a hand on his chest, “I may be insane but I am your number one fan so..” you smile and stand on your tip toes to kiss him.

“And I am forever grateful for you.” He whispers against your lips, smiling into the kiss, “Forever grateful.”

He pulls you in and wraps his arms around you, “I like these concerts. Gives me a break from running around like a mad man.”

“Yeah, and you don’t have to fight like hell to get a ticket to this show.” You laugh and look up at him.

He furrows his brows and laughs. “You do have to do that with my shows either.” You smile and shrug, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Cinema starts playing and you slowly smile, “Get ready did this one, Styles.” He smiles and shakes his head.

——

I thought this was the cutest thing. If you have any cute blurb ideas, send them my way!

This will be added to my fluff one shot collection on Wattpad!

If you would like a part 2 SMUT version, let me know!

[justmystyles]

Now You're In My Life

summary: a chance meeting at a diner turns your world upside-down and leads you on a whirlwind romance with one of the biggest pop stars in the world.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7*

Part 8*

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11*

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One Shots

All I Ask*

You're finally starting to get over Harry, what happens when fate brings you back together?

Having Your Baby

You get some life changing news, and come up with the perfect way to tell your husband.

Wallflower

You're sitting alone at a wedding, can a handsome stranger help you come out of your shell?

Line of Fire

You and Harry have been keeping your relationship off the radar, but his concern for you overwhelms his need for privacy.

Coming Home To You*

Harry comes home early and catches you by surprise in the best way possible.

Scars

Can Harry be the comfort you need after falling back into old habits?

Home Stretch

As the tour comes to an end, the schedule starts to visibly take its toll on Harry, and you can't help but worry.

Ooh La La

After a revelation on movie night, you and Harry decide to reenact one of the scenes.

Love Don’t Cost A Thing

Harry loves to spoil you, but you're having a hard time adjusting to his lavish lifestyle.

The Battle in Barcelona

A crazy crowd at the airport comes between you and Harry.

Misplaced Emotion

As Harry prepares to jump back into the spotlight, he has a hard time re-adjusting to public life, and it manifests in the wrong way.

Good News All Around

You reach a big milestone in your life, but feel overshadowed when you call to tell Harry about it.

Perfect Harmony

You're in the final days of the tour, and Harry makes a suggestion that ends up changing everything.

Lose You to Love Me

A run-in with your childhood sweetheart brings up old memories, and lingering feelings.

Lights, Camera, Action

What was supposed to be just another job becomes the start of something new.

Business or Pleasure?

You return to Love on Tour after an extended break, but after your last interaction, you come back to an awkward situation with Harry.

Reigning it In

You're about to participate in your first horse show, but the nerves overwhelm you. Harry finds you just in time.

Family Portrait

Harry has a couple of heartfelt surprises for you while you're visiting him on tour.

All or Nothing*

You find a new way to tease Harry during a tour visit, which leads to a new way to drive him crazy.

With this Ring

Harry takes his commitment to you to a new level.

Veiled Insecurities

Harry has some insecurities about your relationship, but instead of talking to you about them, they end up coming out in the wrong way.

Crossing the Finish Line

A sequel to Home Stretch, it's the final show and Harry charms you into making good on a promise you made last time you were together.

Lost and Found

A sequel to Lose You to Love Me, you and Harry reconnected a month ago, and he insisted you come along for the final show. when your emotions start to get the better of you, you wonder if you and Harry could ever really just be friends.

Heart Song

As a former member of the Love on Tour band, and current girlfriend of Harry, he asks you to reprise your spot for the final show.

Road to Recovery

After reading some negative comments about yourself, you nearly spiral back into old habits. you try to keep it from Harry, but he finds out and confronts you about it.

A Work of Art

After procrastinating for a few weeks, you finally make moves to finish your assignment, but run into an unexpected road block.

He's Not Me

You introduce Harry to the guy you're seeing, and you see a side of him you've never seen before and are shocked by his reasoning.

Sharing is Caring

You can't find your favorite handbag, Harry assures you he doesn't have it, but you see some photos tell a different story

Cantaloupe

In this one shot/flash forward from the Now You're In My Life storyline, you and Harry recap the big news from your family's Thanksgiving dinner.

Like Riding a Bike

Despite being on break, Harry manages to find his way back onstage.

Fa La La La Freakout

You will be meeting Harry's family for the first time over the holidays, and you are desperate for them to like you.

The Morning After

The morning after Harry's 30th birthday, you're hungover and Harry reminds you of your drunken actions from the night before, leading to a conversation you never expected.

Big Winners - Part 1

Harry and Y/N have been friends for fifteen years, they finally work together on an album, and it leads them to a night that will change everything for them.

Baby-Baby-Baby

Harry meets his niece for the first time, the joy and excitement are quickly replaced with a whole new set of feelings when his best friend, Y/N joins him at the hospital.

(*) - NSFW

[allthelovehes]

Hardware Store Hookup*

Summary: Y/N just broke up with her boyfriend and kicked him out, she is redecorating her apartment and the guy who works at the hardware store just has something special to him.

Pairing: Harry x reader

Word count: 4.7K

Warnings: Smut!! Protected sex tho, oral female receiving, p in v.

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A/N:  Ugh, these two are so cute and loving. Makes me wanna paint my house and find Harry at my hardware store.

Setting down the last box of his belongings in the entryway of her apartment building. Y/N feels bittersweet. This building has been their home for the last two years, but the second she found out he cheated on her she was packing up all his shit and moving him out.

“I don't understand why you won't just listen to me! We can work this out!”

“I'm done talking to you, Michael.” She responds, her voice void of emotion. “The apartment is in my name, and I'm paying the bills, you're out.”

Michael huffs and walks around her as if he's going to leave, but turns around and comes right back. She can feel his eyes boring into her and her skin crawls. He's trying to play the victim and she can't stand it.

“Fine, you know what? Just... just fuck it, Y/N. I don't even want to live with you, you're an ugly bitch anyways. I can find someone prettier and younger to take care of me than some fat cow.”

“You're an asshole, Michael. I never want to see your face again.” She replies, opening the door and pointing outside.

“Fuck you!” He spits, picks up his boxes and leaves.

She watches as he gets into his truck and pulls out of the parking spot before she goes inside and closes the door. As soon as she locks it she collapses on the floor and bursts into tears. A year ago Michael was her knight in shining armour, her soulmate, the love of her life. Now she wants to erase his entire existence from her memory.

***

A couple of months pass and Y/N feels like it's finally time to transform their home into her own. The couch was a gift from her parents when they moved in together and it's not even comfortable. It's also stained and ratty and she's ready to get rid of it. She's browsing Pinterest when a couch catches her eye, it's white and has a tufted back. It looks beautiful, so she clicks on the website and begins filling her cart with things for her new interior.

Shipping the pieces takes quite some time as they get delivered by truck and they schedule an appointment with you to make sure you're home. Still, three more weeks until her furniture is supposed to be delivered, so she decides to make most of the time in between and visits the hardware store for some paint.

The hardware store is surprisingly quiet and she has the aisle to herself. There are dozens of different brands of paint and it's overwhelming, let's not even get started about all the different colour options. She has an idea in mind, something warm, inviting and calming. Something that feels like home.

“Can I help you?” A voice says behind her and she startles, almost dropping the cans of paint she picked out.

“Ah, yes! Please!” She chuckles, turning around and looking at the man behind her.

He's tall, very tall, and wearing a navy blue polo. He has a nametag, 'Harry' written across it. He's got curly, dark brown hair, and his face is handsome and symmetrical. The thing that stands out to her the most are his eyes, they're a soft green, almost grey and they remind her of the sea. His lips look soft and pouty and she can't stop staring.

“You seem lost.” Harry smirks.

“Yeah, a bit, actually.” She chuckles. “I need paint for my apartment and I don't really know how much I'm gonna need or where to start. I just wanna do my bedroom and the living room.”

“Well, first, let's start by picking out a colour. Do you have an idea of what you want?”

“Oh, um, yeah!” She smiles, grabbing her phone and showing him her Pinterest board. “Something like this.”

“Ah, I see. A warm colour, that's good. And what are you painting over?”

“Well, right now it's a cream colour.” She explains, following him through the aisles as he looks at paint cards.

“Okay, so we'll probably want to stick with a neutral colour for the living room, because the natural light changes a lot. Here.” He hands her a warm yellow coloured paint card, “This one would look great, it's warm and it will compliment the furniture.”

“I love it.”

“And your bedroom, we'll do something more daring, because that's more of a personal space.” Harry smirks at her. “I think something darker to add some mystery, but with a pop of colour would look great, like maybe a navy wall with a bright coloured accent piece.”

“I have a yellow throw I'm planning on using. That's good contrasting colour, right?”

“Yes! Exactly! You can use the yellow throw to really add some warmth, especially during winter, and the blue to contrast that and create some depth.”

“That sounds great.” She smiles, her excitement growing. Harry is charming and his excitement for her project is contagious. “I can't wait.”

“Let's head over to the paint mixer, yeah?”

They walk towards the back of the store, where the mixing area is located. During their walk Harry asks her what her more about the wall sizes so he knows how much she'll need. She tells him everything he needs to know and Harry gets to work. The heavy paint buckets cause his muscles to flex and his biceps bulge. He's definitely a looker and she can't help but blush and tries to turn her attention elsewhere.

“There we go.” He smiles. “Let's go get some painting supplies and we'll ring you up, yeah?”

“Perfect.”

“How are you planning on doing this?”

“Hm?”

“The painting.” He chuckles. “Are you planning on doing it yourself or are you hiring a painter?”

“Oh, I'll do it myself, it's only the two rooms, right? I can handle that.”

“You can, absolutely.” Harry grins. “You're brave. Most women hire painters to do that sort of thing, or their boyfriends.”

“Oh, well, I don't have a boyfriend. I guess I'm just doing this all myself.”

“That's admirable. I wish more women were like you, not afraid of getting their hands dirty. You're going to be fine.”

“I hope so.”

“Trust me, you'll do great. And if you need any advice you know where to find me. I'll be glad to help.”

“Thank you, Harry.” She says. Harry loves that she calls him by his name that she clearly read off his name tag. “I appreciate it.”

“It's my pleasure, darling. Let's get you checked out.” Harry gives her a small wink and they head to the counter. He helps her lift all the heavy items onto the conveyor belt so his colleague can scan them. He normally wouldn't give this much attention to a customer, but he's drawn to her, she's different.

Y/N notices him staring as they load her purchases onto the conveyor belt and it makes her blush. She can't help but look at him and the way his lips move as he talks. They look soft and she can't help but imagine what kissing him would be like.

“Will that be all, miss?” His colleague asks, snapping her out of her daydream.

“Um, yes. Yes, thank you.” She smiles, handing her her debit card.

“I'll bring these to your car.” Harry says, lifting two buckets of paint and carrying them outside.

“Oh, thank you!” She smiles, grabbing the other bucket and following him. She knows he's giving her some kind of special treatment as he shouldn't be doing this, but she isn't complaining. She's not complaining at all.

He sets down the buckets next to her car, and she unlocks the trunk so he can place them inside. He turns around and looks at her. He wants to say something, anything, to her, but he doesn't know what.

“Do you have a card or something? So I can contact you if I have any questions?” She speaks up, feeling brave.

“Oh, yeah, of course.” Harry grins, reaching behind him and pulling out a small note block. He scribbles down his name, phone number and writes hardware store employee underneath as if it's an official business card. He rips off the piece of paper and hands it over with a goofy grin on his face. “Here you go.”

“Thank you, Harry.” She chuckles. “I'm Y/N, by the way.”

“It's lovely to meet you, Y/N.”

“Likewise.” She grins. “Well, I have to get going. I still have to buy a few more things.”

“Of course.” He nods. “Good luck.”

“Thank you.” She smiles, getting into her car and driving off.

As soon as she's out of sight, Harry lets out a sigh and heads back into the hardware store.

“Hey, mate.” His colleague says. “What was that all about?”

“What was what about?”

“Don't act stupid. I've never seen you give special attention to a customer.”

“Shut up.” Harry chuckles, walking towards the back room. “It was nothing, I was just being nice.”

“Uhuh.”

Harry sighs, rolling his eyes as he starts to put away some equipment. He has no idea why he's so intrigued by her, she was just a normal customer, right? He thinks back to the way she blushed when he spoke, and the way she fiddled with her hands. Maybe he's just imagining things, but he's definitely got a soft spot for her. ***

She's spent the last few days painting the walls of her bedroom, as a darker colour needs multiple layers and drying times. It's finally time to paint the living room and she's excited. She's picked out the perfect colour and the weather is cooperating so she can leave the windows open.

She's put on her favourite music and has a cup of tea next to her as she paints. Her hair is up in a messy bun and she's wearing sweatpants and a sports bra. She's enjoying herself, and the room looks great so far. The colour is a bit darker than what she expected but she doesn't hate it. It's warm, and inviting and she's happy.

After a few hours her back and arms start hurting, so she decides to take a break. She grabs her phone and takes a picture of the wall and posts it in the family group chat.

She scrolls through her Instagram feed when she suddenly remembers the card that Harry gave her. She pulls it out of her pocket and enters his number in her contacts. She debates on whether or not she should send him a message, but decides to do it anyway.

Y/N Hey Harry, it's Y/N, the girl from the hardware store. I've finished my bedroom and I'm doing the living room now. The colour looks amazing, thanks again for helping me pick it out.

She sends the text and immediately puts her phone down. She can't believe she just did that. Did she sound desperate? Did she sound too eager? Is he going to reply? She's got no clue, and it's killing her.

“Get a grip, Y/N.” She whispers to herself. She shakes her head and grabs her cup of tea, taking a sip. She looks back at her wall and sighs, she's got a long day ahead of her.

The sun is slowly starting to set, and Y/N has just finished the wall. Her hair is still up in a bun and she's sweaty, but she's happy with the result. The walls look amazing, the colour is beautiful and she can't wait to show her parents tomorrow.

Her phone vibrates, and she grabs it to check the notification. It's a text from Harry.

Harry I'm so glad to hear that, love! I bet the colour looks lovely with the sun setting right now.

She can't believe he called her 'love' in a text, it's insane. He barely even knows her. But his message is sweet and cute and she's smiling like an idiot.

Y/N You'll have to come and check it out for yourself.

She stares at her phone screen for what feels like an eternity. She can't believe she just flirted with him. She's not even sure if he's single, and if he is, does he like her? He could be interested in someone else, or he could even be straight for all she knows.

Harry Are you inviting me over?

Y/N I'm not stopping you.

Her heart is pounding and her hands are shaking. She's definitely overstepping, but she's hoping it won't scare him off.

Harry I leave work in about 10 minutes. What's your address?

“Shit.”

Y/N Oh, it's 27B, Parkview Apartments.

Harry Be there in 20.

“Fuck!”

She can't believe he's actually coming over. She runs over to her bathroom and quickly brushes her hair and her teeth. Her apartment is a mess, and she's not wearing any makeup. She looks terrible and he's going to be here any second.

“Calm down.” She whispers to herself.

She walks out of the bathroom and starts cleaning up the living room. There are paint supplies everywhere, and she wants the place to look at least a little presentable.

A few minutes later she hears the doorbell and her heart almost leaps out of her chest.

“Coming!” She yells, rushing over to the front door and opening it.

“Hey.” Harry grins.

“Hi.” She smiles. “Please, come in.”

Harry steps inside and closes the door behind him. She looks stunning, despite the fact that she's wearing sweatpants and a messy bun, which makes him feel a little overdressed.

“Your apartment looks nice.”

“Thank you.” She replies, closing the window. “It's a bit of a mess right now, but I'm working on it.”

“Don't worry about it, I understand.”

“Um, would you like something to drink? Some water or beer or something?”

“A beer would be great, thanks.”

“Alright.” She nods, walking over to the fridge and pulling out two cold beers.

Harry sits down on the couch and watches her. She's got a few paint stains on her pants and her sports bra and he finds it endearing. He can tell that she's trying hard, and he's definitely charmed by her.

“Here you go.” She smiles, handing him a beer.

“Cheers.” He says, clinking his bottle against hers.

“To your apartment looking better than ever.”

“Cheers.” She smiles. “And to the man who helped make that possible.”

They both take a sip and stare at each other for a few seconds. Y/N has a feeling that something might happen, but she's not sure if it's the right thing.

“So.” Harry starts, clearing his throat. “What are you going to do now that the painting is done?”

“Oh, well, I'm still planning on doing a few other things.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. I've ordered a new couch, and I'm thinking of getting a new rug.” She answers before Harry moves closer to her.

“So, you don't mind getting this couch a little dirty?” He asks her. Harry is blunt, but he feels the way she's looking at her. It's almost as if she's undressing him with her eyes, he can see the desire sparkling in them.

“Dirty how?”

“You know what I mean, love.” Harry smirks, taking another swig from his beer. Y/N doesn't know what has gotten into her. Normally she's not like this, not at all, but she wants him, badly. She's been craving him since the moment she saw him, and she's tired of denying herself.

“Yes.” She whispers. Harry doesn't reply, instead, he leans in and captures her lips with his own. The kiss is intense, full of lust and hunger. Y/N has been waiting for this and she's not going to waste the opportunity. The last couple of months with Michael have been stale, she's been missing this exciting feeling deep within her.

Harry pulls her closer and kisses her harder, his hands wandering over her body. Y/N moans into the kiss and straddles him. He grabs her hips and pushes her down on him, creating delicious friction between them. Y/N can feel him growing harder and his bulge pressing against her core. She wants him, and she wants him now. Harry breaks the kiss, and Y/N whimpers at the loss.

“You're a very good kisser.” He murmurs. “Are you always this good, or am I just lucky?”

“I don't know, maybe you're just lucky.” She teases, grinding down on his cock.

“Mmm.” Harry hums, leaning forward and kissing her again. This time, the kiss is even more passionate. Y/N wraps her arms around his neck and deepens the kiss, running her fingers through his hair. She pulls on it and Harry groans, his hands moving to her ass and squeezing it.

“Fuck, you feel good.” He mutters against her lips, squeezing her ass again.

“You too.” She mumbles, leaning down and kissing his neck. Harry groans as she starts sucking on his skin, leaving a trail of love bites. He knows that they'll be visible tomorrow and that his colleagues will have a field day. But he doesn't care, he loves it. He loves the fact that he's been claimed by her.

He spins her full body around in his lap, so her back is flush against his chest and his face is buried in the crook of her neck. His hands move up her stomach and under her sports bra. He cups her breasts and pinches her nipples between his fingers, making her whimper.

“You're so beautiful.” He mumbles, his lips pressed against her neck. She places her hands on his knees and grinds down on his cock, loving the feeling of him underneath her.

“Fuck.” Harry groans, thrusting his hips up, meeting her movements. “You're so fucking hot, you know that?”

“I'm aware of the effect I have on you.”

“Oh yeah?” He smirks, pulling her hair and forcing her to expose her neck.

“Yeah.” She reaches behind her to unclasp her sports bra and lets it fall to the floor.

“Fuck, look at you.” Harry grunts, grabbing her breast and squeezing it. Y/N throws her head back and moans. “Look at these perfect tits.”

He continues to massage her breast, teasing her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Y/N arches her back, pushing her breast further into his hand.

“That feels so good.” She whines.

“Mhm.” He hums, licking a stripe up her neck. He loves the way her skin tastes, sweet and salty. He can't get enough. He sucks on her earlobe, one of his hands sliding down her body and slipping into her pants. He finds her clit, and two of his fingers circle it, making her gasp.

“Oh god.”

“Do you like that?” He asks her, continuing his movements because he already knows the answer.

“Yes.”

“You're so wet, baby.” Harry smirks

“Mmm.” She whimpers, grinding her hips into his fingers.

“I can't wait to be inside you.” He growls, his fingers dipping lower and sliding into her.

“Fuck.” She hisses, her nails digging into his legs.

“That's it, baby, let me hear you.” Harry grunts, pumping his fingers in and out of her. He curls them and hits the perfect spot, making her cry out in pleasure. Her walls are spongey and tight around him, making him impatient. But the thought of feeling her come all over his hand is more than enough for him to keep focussed. He wants her to leak all over his hand, to make a mess for him and only him.

“Oh fuck, please, more.” She whines, her thighs trembling. She's never felt this way before, the way he touches her, the way he makes her feel is intoxicating. She loves how she's still half-clothed, and yet, he's managed to make her feel exposed. She's not ashamed of the noises she's making, but she's definitely enjoying the way he's making her feel.

“More what, baby?” Harry asks, his lips grazing her ear moaning softly to send shivers running down her spine.

“More of you.”

“Oh, I'll give you more, baby. Just be patient.”

“Yes.” She cries out, feeling her orgasm approaching. She knows it's close, and she wants it, badly. Her hips start grinding down on his hand, her movements becoming faster and less controlled. Harry continues to pump his fingers into her, his thumb rubbing her clit, making her body shake.

“Oh, fuck.” She gasps, her walls tightening around him. She comes, squirting all over his hand. Harry moans, his dick twitching as he feels her squirt.

“Holy fuck.” Harry moans, watching the mess she's made. “That's so fucking hot.”

“Harry...”

“Mmm.” He hums, as he picks her up and roughly lies her down on her back. He grabs the waistband of her now completely soaked sweatpants and pull them down her legs, throwing them to the side. He does the same with her panties. He gets rid of his own shirt, revealing his toned body. Y/N is taken aback, he's got some tattoos, which is not something she expected. But it suits him, and it's hot.

“Look at you, such a pretty pussy.” He hums, admiring her dripping wet cunt. She's glistening and his mouth waters at the sight.

“Stop staring.” She chuckles.

“Oh, I'm sorry.” He laughs. “Would you prefer if I did this?”

“Do what- fuck!” Y/N exclaims, as Harry suddenly leans down and sucks her clit between his lips. He places his big hands on the inside of her thighs to keep her legs nice and open for him. He is relentless, his tongue licking a strip up her cunt, making her squirm and cry out. He laps up her juices, enjoying every second of it.

“Fuck, Harry!”

“That's it, baby.” Harry groans, sending vibrations through her body. She's gripping the couch, her knuckles turning white. It's an overwhelming feeling to have him eat her out so eagerly right after she came all over his hand. She doesn't know how much more she can take.

When she first met him, she never would have guessed Harry would have been this skilled. The way his tongue moves along her pussy, his lips sucking and licking her clit and the way his fingers dig into her thighs is making her dizzy. She knows she's going to come soon, and she's not sure if she's ready for that.

“Mmhmm, yes.” She moans, her back arching. She grabs a fistful of his hair and holds on to it, pushing his head further down. He takes it as a sign and doubles his efforts, his tongue moving even faster and deeper.

“Oh fuck, yes, right there!” She cries out, her toes curling as her orgasm hits her. It's intense and makes her see stars. Her whole body trembles as her muscles contract, and her mind goes blank.

“Jesus, you taste so good.” Harry groans, as he carefully licks her clean. He gets up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Harry catches his breath and he looks down at the sweet girl in front of him. She is completely wrecked, and he's not even done with her yet.

“You okay?”

“Mhm.”

“Good.” He smiles, standing up and removing his pants and boxers. His cock is hard and leaking precum. He's long and thick, and Y/N can't wait to have it inside of her.

“Fuck.” She mumbles at the sight, a bit too loud. She's certain Harry heard her even though she didn't intend for him to hear it.

“What's that, love?” Harry grins, his cock throbbing.

“Nothing.”

“No, I want to hear you say it.” He insists, his eyes locked on hers.

“You're big.”

“Yeah?”

“And hard.”

“For you.”

“Fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command, love.” Harry laughs. He grabs his wallet from his pants and pulls out a condom, ripping the package open and sliding the condom down his shaft.

“Come here.” She tells him. He obeys and walks towards her, getting down on his knees in front of the couch. He leans forward and kisses her passionately, his hands cupping her face. He slowly pulls away, his eyes locking with hers.

“You're beautiful.” He murmurs.

“I bet you say that to all the girls who need help at the hardware store.” She teases.

“Oh, shut up.” He laughs, kissing her again. He positions himself, his tip pressing against her entrance. He can't wait to feel her, to be inside of her. Y/N's breathing heavily, her heart racing. He teases her by slowly pushing his tip up and down her folds before slowly pushing it into her. Just the tiniest bit to make her all needy and whiney.

“Please.”

“Patience, baby.” He whispers, his lips inches from hers. He keeps teasing her, his tip rubbing her clit. Y/N moans and her hips buck, trying to get him to push his dick inside of her. But he makes sure to not give in to her desires just yet. He pushes back into her, a little bit further this time, his tip disappearing inside her. But he doesn't go any further, and Y/N lets out a frustrated grunt.

“What's the matter, love?” He smirks, his hand slowly trailing up her stomach and resting on her breast. As he rubs his cock on her clit, his hand squeezes her breast and he starts sucking on her neck.

“You know exactly what's wrong, you fucking tease.”

“Oh, do I?” He chuckles, his hand squeezing her breast again, this time a little bit rougher.

“Yes.” She moans, arching her back. “Please, Harry, stop teasing me.”

“Alright.” He whispers, his lips brushing against her ear. He slowly thrusts into her, filling her up completely. He stills his hips, letting her adjust to his size. She moans, her hands resting on his hips, urging him to move. He complies and begins to rock his hips, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in.

“Fuck.” Harry groans, his pace increasing. Y/N's walls tighten around him and her nails dig into his hips, as she tries to pull him even deeper.

“That's it, baby.” He growls, his cock sliding in and out of her easily. “You feel so good, baby. So fucking good.”

“You're so big.” She gasps, her eyes closed and her mouth agape. He groans, his hips slamming into her. His fingers find her clit, and he starts rubbing her. Y/N whimpers, her toes curling as his fingers and his cock bring her closer to the edge.

“Yes, baby.” Harry grunts, his free hand cupping her breast, his fingers tweaking her nipple. It's sending sparks of pleasure throughout her body.

“Oh god, fuck!” Y/N moans, her hips bucking, and her walls tightening around him. “Fuck, I'm gonna come.”

“Oh, baby.” He whispers, his voice dripping with lust.

“Shit.” Y/N gasps, her eyes flying open as her third orgasm washes over her. Her whole body is trembling, her muscles contracting. Harry feels her clench around his cock, and he knows that it won't be long before he comes too.

“Fuck.” He grunts, his thrusts getting sloppier. He curses under his breath as he pulls his cock out of her. He quickly rips the condom off and strokes his cock, coming all over her stomach.

“Fuck.”

They're both catching their breaths, both still riding their high. They look at each other and share a laugh.

“I've made a mess.”

“It's okay, my couch was a mess to begin with. We just made it messier.”

“Fair point.” He chuckles, leaning in and kissing her. “This was...fun.”

“Yeah, it was.” She says, her fingers running through his curls.

“How about we go and get cleaned up in the shower and then we can have a proper drink?”

“Sounds perfect.”

Y/N's never had a one-night stand like this. Normally they are rushed and messy. This was different. It was sensual, erotic, and passionate. And she didn't feel bad about it. It felt natural like she was meant to do this. Like she was supposed to have a fling with the hot guy at the hardware store. She's never believed in fate, but maybe this is what it feels like.

[harrrystyles-writing]

Soft boyfriend! Harry vibes...💛✨

Especial Aniversário de Harry 🥹🎂💛

NotaAutora: Não podia deixar isso passar em branco, então aproveitem um imagine de aniversário para nosso amado Harry Styles.

A luz dourada do sol italiano se infiltrava pelas frestas das cortinas da casa de Harry iluminando o quarto com um brilho suave, ele dormia profundamente, o cabelo bagunçado espalhado pelo travesseiro, parecia tão sereno que S/n hesitou por um momento antes de acordá-lo, mas hoje não era um dia comum, era seu aniversário e ela tinha tudo planejado, com cuidado, se inclinou sobre ele, aproximando os lábios de seu ouvido.

— Bom dia, meu aniversariante favorito. — Sussurrou com a voz doce o suficiente para arrancar um sorriso dele, mesmo em meio ao sono. — Harry, já são nove horas, hora de começar o melhor dia do ano. — Pressionou um beijo no canto da boca dele.

— Hm... Ainda tenho cinco minutos? — Resmungou com um sorriso preguiçoso, ainda sem abrir os olhos.

— Nada disso, hoje você segue as minhas instruções.

Ele abriu os olhos devagar, piscando para ajustar à luz e a visão dela ao seu lado fez um sorriso mais largo surgir.

— Que instruções são essas?

S/n pegou um pequeno envelope que havia deixado na mesa de cabeceira e entregou a ele. Harry sentou-se na cama, os lençóis deslizando até sua cintura, e abriu o envelope com curiosidade.

"Instrução número um: café da manhã na cama, fique aqui e aproveite sem pressa."

— Então, basicamente, eu seguirei as suas instruções o dia todo?

— Basicamente — Respondeu enquanto colocava a bandeja no colo dele.

A bandeja estava impecável: croissants fresquinhos, frutas cuidadosamente cortadas, uma xícara de chá fumegante e uma pequena flor do jardim. Harry observou tudo por um momento e depois puxou S/n para sentar ao seu lado.

— E onde está o meu beijo de bom dia? Isso não deveria ser parte da sua instrução? — Perguntou, com aquele tom brincalhão que ela adorava, prontamente ela se inclinou, beijando-o — Assim está melhor — Admitiu entre os lábios dela. — Agora posso começar meu dia.

Enquanto Harry tomava seu café, S/n olhava para ele com carinho, notando o jeito que ele mordia o croissant, como ele sorria entre um gole de chá e outro, aquele brilho nos olhos que a fazia se apaixonar mais, se ainda fosse possível. Quando ele terminou, ela pegou outro envelope e o entregou com um sorriso travesso.

"Instrução número dois: troque de roupa, coloque à venda nos olhos e confie em mim."

— Venda? Você está cheia de surpresas hoje. — Harry riu baixinho, balançando a cabeça.

— É só o começo, meu amor.

Assim que Harry já estava vestido, ela colocou à venda nele, guiando-o cuidadosamente para fora do quarto. A casa parecia um pequeno labirinto enquanto ela o conduzia até o carro, suas mãos firmes nas dele.

— Estamos indo para onde? — Ele tentava adivinhar o que era pelas curvas do caminho. — Me dá uma dica, por favor?

— Não vou dizer nada, mas eu garanto que vai gostar. — Quando chegaram, S/n estacionou e foi até ao lado dele, abrindo a porta com cuidado, tirando a venda. — Pode abrir os olhos.

Sem a venda, os olhos de Harry fixaram a imagem à frente, o vinhedo diante deles parecia saído de um filme, fileiras de videiras perfeitamente alinhadas, o casarão ao fundo e o céu azul acima, sem uma única nuvem.

— Vem — S/n segurou a mão dele o puxando em direção ao casarão.

Harry ainda estava absorvendo a beleza do lugar enquanto caminhava ao lado de S/n, ao se aproximarem, uma mulher elegante os recebeu com um sorriso caloroso.

— Bem-vindos ao nosso vinhedo! Senhorita S/n e senhor Styles, é um prazer tê-los aqui — expressou ela com um sotaque italiano encantador, cumprimentando ambos educadamente. — Vocês têm uma visita especial planejada, por favor, me sigam.

O interior do casarão era tão impressionante quanto o lado de fora, as paredes de pedra, lustres rústicos e barris de carvalho alinhados em fileiras perfeitas, o perfume adocicado das uvas fermentadas preenchiam o espaço. Harry parecia intrigado enquanto explorava, absorvendo os detalhes com o olhar curioso.

— Eu sempre quis ver de perto como um vinho é realmente feito. — Harry estava fascinado pelo lugar.

— Então hoje é seu dia de sorte.— Respondeu à mulher, sorrindo. — Vamos começar nossa visita pela adega.

Eles desceram por uma escada de pedra até um porão climatizado, onde prateleiras de madeira guardavam garrafas com rótulos de diferentes safras. Harry se inclinou para observar cada uma, enquanto a guia retirava uma garrafa de um dos nichos.

— Este aqui é nosso vinho premiado. — Explicou, girando a garrafa delicadamente. — Feito com uvas colhidas à mão e envelhecido por doze anos.— Ela serviu um pouco nas taças.

— Muito bom. — Styles comentou alegremente.

S/n observava com um sorriso satisfeito, ela adorou ver Harry tão envolvido e feliz com essa experiência.Após provarem outros vinhos, eles seguiram para os vinhedos ao ar livre.

— Sabia que as uvas de cada safra têm um sabor diferente, dependendo do clima do ano? — Demonstrou a guia, pegando um pequeno cacho e entregando a Harry.

— Eu posso provar?

— Claro, senhor Styles.

Harry pegou algumas uvas, oferecendo a primeira a S/n antes de provar.

— Uau! Nunca comi uvas tão deliciosas.

— Nosso cuidado com elas é realmente muito rigoroso. — Pegou o restante do cacho que Harry entregou a ela. — Vamos.

Eles continuaram passeando pelo vinhedo, até que a guia os levou a uma sala privativa, onde uma única garrafa estava em destaque sobre a mesa. Harry franziu a testa, intrigado.

— Este é um presente especial para você, senhor Styles. — Mencionou a mulher, indicando a garrafa.

Ele se aproximou e arregalou os olhos assim que leu o rótulo.

“Styles Reserve”

Por um instante, ele ficou completamente imóvel.

— Isso é sério? — Harry pegou a garrafa com delicadeza.

— Sim. — A Anfitriã garantiu.

— Eu não acredito que você fez isso. — Seus olhos brilharam para S/n e um sorriso largo e genuíno se abriu em seu rosto.

— Eu queria que você tivesse algo único para lembrar desse dia.

— Eu não sei o que dizer, muito obrigado.— Olhou-a com tanta ternura que S/n sentiu o coração derreter.

— Isso conclui nossa expedição, sintam-se à vontade para ficar aqui um pouco mais. — A anfitriã se afastou discretamente, deixando-os sozinhos.

Harry ainda segurava a garrafa, como se quisesse memorizar cada detalhe, ele a colocou sobre a mesa e puxou S/n pela cintura, envolvendo-a com firmeza, em um abraço, seu rosto se aninhou contra o pescoço dela, S/n sentiu o coração acelerar quando ele afundou os dedos levemente em sua pele, naquele silêncio confortável entre os dois, ela podia jurar que sentia o ritmo do coração dele batendo junto ao seu.

— Nunca ninguém fez algo assim para mim. — Admitiu baixinho, encostando o rosto no dela. — Você é a namorada mais perfeita desse mundo.

— Eu quero só ver o que você vai falar no final do dia — Instigou, acariciando suavemente seus cabelos. — Porque ainda tem mais coisas para acontecer.

— Isso significa que ainda vou ser mais mimado?

— Muito mais. — Ela brincou, deixando um beijo rápido em seus lábios.

— Vamos para casa?

— Vamos.

Pegando a garrafa especial, eles deixaram o vinhedo de mãos dadas, animados com o que ainda estava por vir.

...

A cozinha estava silenciosa, exceto pelo som da faca batendo na tábua de cortar. S/n estava concentrada, preparando com cuidado os ingredientes da receita que aprendeu especialmente para Harry. Seu plano inicial era fazer tudo sozinha e surpreendê-lo com o prato finalizado, mas ele insistia em ter seu olhar intenso sobre ela.

— O que foi? — Ela ergueu os olhos e encontrou Harry encostado na porta da cozinha.

— Nada... — Ele balançou a cabeça lentamente. — Só... Você fica tão linda assim, cozinhando para mim.

— Ok, mas chega de me olhar desse jeito. — S/n revirou os olhos. — Vai relaxar um pouco na varanda e me deixe trabalhar.

— Não consigo, preciso ficar perto de você.

Antes que ela pudesse argumentar, Harry pegou um avental, atravessou a cozinha até parar atrás dela, envolvendo-a com seus braços, sua boca roçou levemente a curva do pescoço dela.

— Você tem ideia do quão linda você fica assim?

— Se continuar assim, o almoço nunca vai ficar pronto. — S/n suspirou, sentindo a pele se arrepiar.

— Sabe, acho que perdi a fome. — Harry sorriu contra sua pele.

— Harry. — O afastou antes que não conseguisse se conter.

— Se não posso ajudar, pelo menos posso te atrapalhar. — Pegou seu celular e colocou uma música em italiano começando a se mover no ritmo, balançando levemente os ombros, a puxando para dançar.

— Amor... — Saiu de seus braços voltando a cozinhar.

— Shhh, apenas aceite. — Styles pegou um punhado de farinha e passou levemente no nariz dela.

— Você não fez isso. — Olhou para ele, fingindo estar brava.

Ela pegou um pouco de farinha e tentou revidar, mas Harry foi mais rápido, desviando e segurando seu pulso com uma gargalhada.

— Nem tente, amor.

— Você começou isso, agora aguente!

Ela se soltou e pegou um punhado maior de farinha, mas antes que pudesse usá-lo, Harry a puxou pela cintura, prendendo-a contra o balcão.

— Agora você está presa, o que vai fazer?

S/n abriu a boca para protestar, antes que qualquer palavra escapasse, ele colou seus lábios em um beijo.

— Você trapaceou, assim não vale. — Reclamou assim que se afastaram.

— Eu sei, mas você me ama assim mesmo. — Salpicava beijinhos nela.

— Agora chega, está proibido de me beijar até eu terminar o almoço. — Afastou seu peito e ele fez um beicinho fofo.

— Tá bom, tá bom. — Revirou os olhos, deixando trabalhar.

....

Harry e S/n se sentaram à mesa, diante de uma vista deslumbrante das colinas da Toscana, a comida feita com tanto carinho e um pouco de caos, estava deliciosa.

— Isso está incrível. — Harry elogiou após a primeira garfada.

— Eu aprendi essa receita só para você. — S/n sorriu, satisfeita.

— Meu Deus, você é a mulher da minha vida. — Ele colocou a mão ao peito como se estivesse dramaticamente emocionado.

— Achei que isso você já soubesse. — Ela riu. — Sabe, eu realmente acho que você nasceu para morar na Itália, ela sempre parece trazer o melhor de você.

— Talvez eu possa morar aqui definitivamente, mas só se for com você. — Puxou sua mão, a beijando. — E com alguns menininhos correndo pela nossa grama?

Foi difícil o coração dela não perder o ritmo ao ouvir aquilo.

— Termina de comer, Harry — Tentou disfarçar o quanto aquilo a afetou. — Ainda tem mais surpresas esperando por você.

— Mais? E eu achava que o vinho já era o auge do dia.

— Com certeza não.

Depois do almoço na varanda, Harry passou um tempo relaxando na sala, recebendo ligações e mensagens, sua mãe foi a primeira a ligar, desejando todo amor do mundo para seu filho, depois vieram Gemma, Michal e sua linda sobrinha que o deixaram com um sorriso no rosto, logo alguns amigos próximos, colegas de trabalho e até uma chamada surpresa de Niall, que insistiu em cantar "Happy Birthday" em um tom desafinado só para provocá-lo. Ele se divertiu respondendo a todos com gratidão, mas em algum momento, percebeu que S/n já não estava mais ali ao seu lado.

A casa estava silenciosa demais, franziu a testa, guardando o celular no bolso e olhando ao redor, se levantou e subiu as escadas devagar, quando se aproximou do corredor, ouviu uma música suave vindo do banheiro, um aroma delicioso, talvez lavanda e baunilha, seu coração bateu mais rápido, abriu a porta do quarto sem precisar pensar muito foi até o banheiro, assim que entrou parou à porta, claramente impressionado.

O ambiente estava iluminado apenas pela luz natural que entrava pela janela e pelas velas estrategicamente posicionadas, flores flutuavam na água da banheira, que exalava um leve aroma de lavanda e baunilha como ele tinha imaginado.

— Finalmente chegou, já estava cansada de esperar.

— Você está se saindo muito bem, sabia? — Harry aproximou-se, segurando em sua cintura. — Esse dia está perfeito, você me mimando assim, está me deixando mal-acostumado.

— É que eu sou boa em tudo.— Brincou, indo em sua direção, começando desabotoar a camisa dele. — Agora, eu quero que você entre e relaxe.

Com agilidade, tirou a camisa revelando os músculos definidos, desabotoou a calça sem desviar o olhar dele, ajudando a se livrar do resto da roupa. Ele entrou na banheira, a água quente o envolveu imediatamente o fazendo soltar um suspiro de alívio.

— Isso é exatamente o que eu precisava.

S/n sentou-se ao lado da banheira, os cotovelos apoiados na borda.

— Aqui, para você. — Alcançou um copo de suco fresco que havia deixado ali.

— Eu não sei como você consegue, mas cada momento desse dia está cada vez melhor. — Tomou um pequeno gole ainda olhando para ela.

— É o meu talento secreto — Inclinou- se para deixar um beijo em sua testa.

— Você não vai entrar?

— Não dessa vez, isso é só para você. — Acariciou seus cabelos molhados.

— Ah, amor, vem cá, não me deixe sozinho aqui. — Ele fez um biquinho que não podia ser ignorado. — Fica comigo, só um pouquinho.

— Hoje não.

— Mas eu sou o aniversariante, então eu posso fazer pedido especial.

— Ah, é? — Ela inclinou a cabeça. — E o que você deseja?

Ele fingiu pensar.

— Você.

O jeito como ele disse aquilo, com a voz levemente rouca, fez um arrepio percorrer a espinha dela.

— Ok, você venceu. — S/n sorriu, mordendo o lábio.

Após tirar suas roupas, ela entrou na banheira, deslizando para frente dele, que a puxou contra seu peito, a abraçando firme, descansando o queixo no ombro dela.

— Agora, sim, tá perfeito.

S/n riu, inclinando a cabeça para trás, deixando um beijo suave na mandíbula dele. Harry fechou os olhos, absorvendo cada detalhe daquele momento, a música suave ao fundo, o aroma delicado das velas, o calor da água e principalmente, ela.

...

Harry saiu do banho secando os cabelos com a toalha, sentindo-se completamente relaxado, a água quente havia aliviado qualquer tensão que ainda restava em seu corpo, mas a maior responsável por seu estado de tranquilidade era sem dúvida S/n, ainda podia sentir a pele quente onde ela estava encostada, o cheiro suave que ficou em seu peito depois que ela saiu da banheira antes dele, dizendo que precisava preparar "a próxima parte do dia". Ele não questionou, apenas a observou desaparecer pela porta.

Agora, sobre a cama, estava uma roupa já separada para ele, uma calça branca e uma camisa de algodão azul, tudo perfeitamente alinhado ao clima da noite italiana, bem ao lado, um pequeno bilhete.

"Instrução número três: se vista e vá para o terraço."

Quando finalmente chegou, foi recebido com o terraço transformado, luzes pendiam sobre a mesa de jantar, o aroma de comida fresca pairava no ar, mas o que realmente prendeu sua atenção foi S/n, ela estava de pé conversando com o chef que preparava pizzas artesanais, seu vestido azul caia perfeitamente no corpo dela, seus cabelos soltos a deixavam ainda mais bela.

— Amor! — Ela exclamou ao vê-lo. — Pensei que fosse hibernar naquele banho.— O puxou pelo braço. — Vem, agora você vai fazer sua própria pizza.

— Isso significa que posso colocar qualquer coisa?

— Qualquer coisa! Esta é a magia da pizza! — O chef italiano, um homem simpático com sotaque carregado, respondeu entusiasmado.

— Isso vai ser divertido. — Harry esfregou as mãos, empolgado.

E de fato foi.

Enquanto S/n montava algo apetitoso, Harry simplesmente jogava qualquer coisa que via pela frente, colocou gorgonzola, tomates, rúcula, depois cogitou adicionar pedaços de morango, mas desistiu ao ver a expressão incrédula de sua namorada.

— Harry, pelo amor de Deus...

— Isso aqui é arte, amor. Deixa eu me expressar!

— Eu deixo, mas não vou me arriscar a comer isso.

— Você estará perdendo a melhor pizza da sua vida 'mi amore'.

Quando as pizzas saíram do forno, ele teve que admitir que a dele não era exatamente um sucesso, mas ainda bem que havia as que o chef preparou para salvar a noite, mas então, quando Harry já pensava que não poderia estar mais feliz, S/n colocou outro envelope sobre a mesa.

— Pegue.

Ele pegou o envelope com curiosidade, sentindo um frio na barriga.

"Instrução número quatro: Escolha o lugar mais confortável da casa e leia a carta."

Harry não precisou pensar muito, levantou-se e foi até a sala, ali encontrou uma caixa embrulhada para presente, em cima tinha outro bilhete.

"Instrução número cinco: Sabia que viria para cá, abra depois de ler a carta."

Se acomodando no grande sofá, abriu o sem saber o que esperar.

Querido Harry.

Desde o dia em que você entrou na minha vida, tudo se tornou mais bonito, você me ensinou que o amor não precisa ser complicado para ser intenso, que os melhores momentos nem sempre são aqueles que planejamos e que rir com você é a melhor terapia para qualquer dia ruim.

Eu amo o jeito como você é apaixonado pela música, mesmo quando isso nos afasta por algum tempo. Amo como seus olhos brilham quando você fala do que gosta, amo o som da sua risada e mais ainda a forma como você me faz rir. Amo até quando você me irrita, porque, no final das contas, eu nunca consigo ficar brava por muito tempo com você.

Eu amo a pessoa que me tornei depois que te conheci.

Eu amo você.

Hoje, no seu aniversário, eu queria te dar algo que realmente significasse para você.

Algo que mostrasse que eu sei exatamente o que te faz feliz.

Então aqui está.

No final da carta, dizia: Já pode abrir a caixa.

Com lágrimas nos olhos, ele deixou a carta de lado, desembrulhando seu presente. Harry piscou, surpreso logo que viu duas passagens de primeira classe para o Japão, ele já tinha ido ao Japão muitas vezes, caminhado pelas ruas de Tóquio, experimentado os melhores pratos de lá, mas nunca esteve no Japão com S/n.

E essa era a única coisa que faltava.

Ele passou a mão pelos olhos, secando algumas lágrimas e então viu um álbum de fotos vazio ainda dentro da caixa.

Na capa, escrito à mão, estava:

"Cinco razões para Harry amar essa viagem"

Ele abriu a primeira página e encontrou as razões cuidadosamente escritas:

1. Porque desta vez você vai ver o Japão pelos meus olhos.

2. Porque quero me perder com você nas ruas de Tóquio e descobrir lugares que nem você conhece.

3. Porque dessa vez você vai viver cada momento sabendo que estou ao seu lado.

4. Porque não importa quantos sushis você já tenha comido, nenhum vai ser tão especial quanto o que vamos dividir lá.

5. Porque qualquer lugar no mundo fica ainda melhor quando estamos juntos.

Harry fechou o álbum devagar, respirando fundo para controlar todos os sentimentos que lhe atingiram.

Foi quando percebeu que havia um último envelope.

"Última instrução: Dessa vez você não precisa fazer nada! Só quero você como veio ao mundo e me encontre no quarto para uma noite inesquecível."

Os olhos dele se arregalaram, sem hesitar um segundo sequer, levantou-se num pulo, subiu as escadas apressado, o coração martelando no peito e quando finalmente empurrou a porta do quarto, lá estava ela.

Linda.

Sentada na cama com um sorriso provocante e uma lingerie vermelha que parecia feita para deixá-lo louco.

— Feliz aniversário, meu Harry.

E naquele instante, ele soube que nunca mais precisaria de nada além dela.

Muito obrigado pela leitura, derramei meu amor todinho nesse imagine, espero que tenha gostado, se sim, adoraria saber o que achou através de um comentário 💗

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50 Meet Cutes

You had an assigned seat next to them at a wedding for a mutual friend.

You accidentally sprayed them with yogurt when you opened the lid the wrong way.

Studying at the same table in the library, you see they are pulling the same study resources as you.

They mistook your bowling ball for theirs in the shared ball return.

They caught you when you slipped on ice and nearly fell over.

Accidentally stepping on their heel in a crowded room.

You both do the side-to-side dance when you try to pass them in the grocery store aisle.

Humming a song and having them begin to hum with you without thinking.

Tripping while getting into your seat in the theater and spilling your popcorn on them.

You matched with them in an online chat roulette room.

Both of you wore the same ugly Christmas sweater to a party.

You kick a ball and your shoe flies off, hitting them in the back of the head.

Accidentally opening a door on their face.

They cover the small amount of change you are short on for a purchase.

You both go to the counter, having the same type of coffee called for pick-up.

Riding together up the ski lift.

They pull you out of the way from the busy bike path.

They see your ice cream drop to the ground and buy you a new one.

You see your favorite book on their desk during class and ask them about it afterwards.

You walk out of a dressing room asking if the outfit suits you, but it’s not your friend waiting outside the room like you thought.

Almost spilling a drink because you met their eyes and got distracted thinking how cute they are.

Getting paired up in a line dance.

Happening to sit next to each other on a park bench, reading the same book.

Being paired up at a beginners ballroom dancing class.

Sharing an umbrella at a bus stop as it snows.

They get your attention and return your phone that fell out of your pocket.

You help catch their dog when the leash slips from their hand.

They ask you to pretend to be their date at a bar to prevent an ex from talking to them.

You help pull a loose thread off the back of their shirt.

Meeting their gaze after throwing a coin in a wishing fountain.

Sitting next to each other at a very boring meeting and bonding over your shared lack of attention.

You wear matching masks at a masquerade party.

Holding the elevator for them and getting off on the same floor.

Bumping into each other while trying to pass through a doorway.

They jump into your car breathless and tell you to keep driving.

You throw a snowball at a friend but miss and hit them instead.

The two of you wear costumes from the same fandom at a costume party.

You help a lost child find their parent together.

Walking into the incorrect bathroom and meeting eyes with them before quickly realizing the mistake.

You help catch their hat as it flies away in the wind.

The person sitting next to you on the train is wearing clothes that match your lucky colors from your fortune that morning in the paper.

They knock on your apartment door instead of your neighbor’s.

You both reach for the last umbrella in the store on a rainy day.

You fix your hair in the reflection of a window to see them smiling at you through it.

You get scared by them in a corn maze and lash out and hit them, quickly followed by apologizes.

You reach for the same bouquet in a flower shop.

Texting the incorrect number but continuing the conversation.

Sitting next to each other at a sushi bar and sharing a roll.

You both reach for the final donut in the case at a bakery.

Getting paired up on an amusement park that requires even numbered riders.

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Imagine com Harry Styles

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Diálogos: Você faz com que eu queria me apaixonar de novo e de novo por você / Você pode me soltar agora / Desculpe

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Meu coração batia tão forte que podia senti-lo em cada mínima parte do corpo. Os pensamentos pareciam correr na velocidade da luz, fazendo minha cabeça doer. As duas linhas vermelhas no pequeno teste de gravidez estavam me fazendo surtar. 

S/N me observava em silêncio, enquanto fungava baixinho e esfregava a manga do blusão cinza para secar as lágrimas que escorriam nas bochechas rosadas. 

— Harry. — Me chamou baixinho, mas sua voz parecia distante demais. 

Como vou cuidar de um filho? 

Como vou educá-lo se eu vivo na estrada?

Como as pessoas vão reagir?

Os paparazzi vão viver em cima de uma criança tão pequena que não pediu para ter um pai famoso. 

E se eu fizer alguma merda? Se não souber segurá-lo? Se não souber como confortá-lo? 

E se ele sentir minha falta quando estiver longe em turnê? 

S/N vai ficar sobrecarregada. 

Os paparazzi já vivem em cima dela, agora vão inferniza-la mais ainda. 

O ar parece não entrar em meus pulmões, eu o sugo com força, mas nunca parece suficiente. Minha visão está turva e eu sinto meu peito arder com a força que uso para tentar respirar. 

Vou morrer. 

Porra, vou morrer e vou deixar minha mulher e o meu bebê. 

— Harry, olhe pra mim. — Ouvi a voz doce me chamar, mas eu não conseguia me mexer para obedecer. Meu corpo está congelado, sinto o suor frio escorrer pelas minhas costas e os calafrios se iniciam. 

É como se estivesse assistindo a cena de outra perspectiva. Me sinto inútil, menos do que nada. 

Minhas mãos começam a tremer e eu sei que estão muito mais frias que o normal, a ponto dos meus dedos doerem. 

— Haz, olha pra mim. — Ela implorou, mas eu não consigo, mesmo que queira muito. Senti meu corpo afundar um pouco mais no sofá quando o corpo pequeno da garota se posicionou sobre o meu. Sentando em meu colo, com uma perna de cada lado meu, S/N segurou minhas bochechas entre as mãos e com cuidado me fez observá-la. — Está tudo bem, você precisa se acalmar. — Posso ver em seus olhos que ela está apavorada. É por minha causa ou do bebê? — Respire comigo, amor. — Os dedos finos faziam um carinho circular em meu cabelo, tentei fazer o que ela mandava, mas ainda era tão difícil. — Devagar, meu amor. — Sussurrou. — Comigo. Inspire. Expire. — O fiz, acompanhando o movimento de seu peito se inflando para depois esvaziar. — Muito bem, de novo. 

Os minutos pareciam horas. Eu queria chorar, mas nem isso conseguia fazer. Podia sentir o sangue voltar a correr normalmente, aquecendo as partes frias do meu corpo. 

— Está melhor? — Ela perguntou baixinho, e eu apenas assenti com a cabeça, ainda sem conseguir proferir qualquer palavra. S/N passou os braços na volta do meu pescoço, me abraçando com força. Me vi retribuindo, apertando-a como se minha vida dependesse daquilo. O primeiro soluço fugiu alto, sem me deixar disfarçar. As lágrimas corriam livremente, molhando o ombro da minha namorada e enquanto ela sussurrava palavras de coragem em meu ouvido, garantindo que tudo ficaria bem e que nós daríamos um jeito. 

— Estou com tanto medo. — Sussurrei. 

— Eu também, meu amor. — Ela se afastou o suficiente para colocar o rosto em frente ao meu. S/N também chorava, o que deixava seu nariz avermelhado como as bochechas. Grudei minha testa na dela, em busca de mais algum alívio. 

— Como isso aconteceu? — S/N soltou um riso nasalado entre as lágrimas. 

— Quando um homem e uma mulher se gostam muito, o homem planta uma sementinha na barriga da mulher e disso nasce um bebê. — Não consegui conter o sorriso que se formava. 

— Você entendeu. — Resmunguei. — Estou falando do que acabou de acontecer, o que foi isso? 

— Uma crise de ansiedade. Você está com medo, é normal. 

— Você também está e não teve uma. — Afastei o rosto, para observar a mais linda das mulheres. Não sabia exatamente como, mas a minha garota consegue ficar linda mesmo depois de chorar. 

— Eu estou assustada, não esperava um bebê agora. Meu medo é não ser uma boa mãe. — Confessou. 

— Você será a melhor. — Garanti. 

— Como você sabe? 

— Você cuida de mim o tempo inteiro, acabou de me tirar de uma crise horrível. Tenho certeza que esse bebê não poderia encontrar uma mãe melhor do que você. — Um sorriso tímido tomou seus lábios. 

— E você, qual o seu medo?

— Quer toda a lista? — Perguntei em um suspiro. — Vivo longe de casa, S/N. Essa criança mal vai me ver. E se eu não souber o que fazer quando ele sentir medo? Se não souber trocar fraldas ou confortá-lo quando se machucar? — As lágrimas voltavam a escorrer, e eu me sentia vulnerável. — Além disso tem o lado ruim da fama, esse bebê não pediu por isso e será acompanhado por milhões de fotógrafos como se fizesse parte da família real. 

— Vamos dar um jeito em tudo isso, meu amor. 

— Como?

— Eu sinceramente não sei. Mas vamos dar. Assim como fazemos o nosso relacionamento dar certo, vamos dar um jeito em tudo. Nosso bebezinho vai se sentir a criança mais amada que existe, porque os pais já estão surtando agora. — Soltou o ar pelo nariz. — Você não precisa ter medo de ser pai, Harry. Você vai ser o melhor pai que existe. Claro que vai errar em algum momento, ninguém acerta 100% do tempo. — Voltou a fazer carinho em meu cabelo, sua voz dava uma leve embargada demonstrando o quão emocionada ela estava. — Você é um namorado incrível, o homem mais incrível que eu já conheci. Eu e esse bebê somos tão sortudos por termos você, amor. 

— Você faz com que eu queira me apaixonar de novo e de novo por você. —  Sussurrei antes de deixar um selinho demorado nos lábios da minha garota. Ela sempre sabia o que dizer, a linguagem de amor de S/N eram as palavras de afirmação, e ela tinha o dom de sempre escolher as certas. 

— Nós não vamos acertar sempre, provavelmente vamos achar que erramos a maior parte do tempo. — Disse olhando no fundo dos meus olhos. — Mas vamos fazer isso juntos. 

— Juntos. — Confirmei. — Eu amo você. 

— Eu amo você, Haz. — Sussurrou antes de dar mais um selinho em meus lábios e me apertar em seus braços pequenos. 

— Amor. — Chamei. — Você pode me soltar agora. 

— Desculpe. — Ela disse saindo de cima de mim. Me levantei do sofá, esticando os músculos que doíam. 

— Anote a história da sementinha. — A garota me olhou com o cenho franzido. — Quem vai explicar de onde os bebês vêm é você. — Pisquei um olho, fazendo-a gargalhar. 

Ainda era aterrorizante saber que traríamos uma vida ao mundo. Mas S/N estava certa, lado a lado daríamos um jeito. Esse bebê, e todos os outros que viessem no futuro seriam amados e e protegidos a todo custo. 

— Precisamos esvaziar um quarto, e redecorar. — Falei. 

— Meu Deus, homem. — Ela soltou uma risada aliviada. — Ainda falta muito tempo. Agora tudo que esse bebê precisa é um milkshake de morango bem grande. — A garota passou a língua entre os lábios. 

— Vou providenciar, mamãe. — Falei pegando a chave do carro em cima da mesinha de centro. 

— Obrigado, papai. 

— Gostei disso. — Falei deixando um sorriso se abrir, fazendo-a dar uma gargalhada. 

Porra, logo vai ter uma mistura nossa correndo por essa casa e me chamando de pai. 

Isso é surreal. 

Mas é bom, muito bom. E eu mal posso esperar.

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