#harrt

[jamietarttownsmyheart]

I’ve given Colin two nieces in a Colin Jamie fic I’m working on and I’d never even considered having them watch the owl house which is a shame! They’re watching the barbie movies religiously instead - but I’m now having feelings about Jamie getting to watch Hunter’s arc in TOH (I want to be a normal boy and play football/Flyer derby with my friends!)

oh my god!!! TWO nieces! anon your MIND, i adore it. also having them religiously watching the barbie movies is so so good, i need to know what their favorite barbie movies are.

when i was a kid, the first barbie movie i watched was barbie and the magic of the pegasus, and i loved it. but it was banned in my house bc my sister would get scared of the giant. then, my favorite was barbie of swan lake, and after that, it just kept changing.

that being said, my favorite barbie thing ever is barbie life in the dreamhouse, ryan and raquelle, who are def in love with ken and barbie respectively, are my absolute faves.

but yeah!!! jamie watching toh, getting to hunter's arc! IT'S JUST SO GOOD

(also if you ever get around to posting the fic plz link em i love colinjamie and uncle colin and barbie so this is just awesome)

[harrysarchive]

just the two of us; h.s.

pairing:

dormmate!harry x dormmate!reader

summary:

"you look good [y/l/n], is it a crime to speak my mind?" i muse a smirk crawling its way onto my lips.

"yes! yes it is a crime. you-you cant say that!"

"says who?"

"says every rule of being best friends!"

warnings:

smut 18+⚠️

loud rap music blares through the crowd, the smell of weed and sweet alcohol hangs in the air as i stare at [y/n] from across the crowed house a tug in my gut and a green monster clouding my vision. i watch as he runs his hands down the side of her body, she throws her head back with laughter grabbing ahold of his bicep.

"woah styles, loosen the grip. in a second your drink will be on the floor." louis snickers giving me a nudge, i roll my eyes. "[y/n] would never go for him, if you're curious:"

my head snaps to him, "what? -erm i mean- why would i care?"

louis snorts shaking his head, "maybe you dont, maybe you do." he smirks walking away.

i shake my head before my gaze makes its way back in the direction where [y/n] should be. but isnt. my heart starts beating out of my chest, blood rushing to my ears as my eyes scan the crowd. i spot her rolling her hips against her friends crotch before bending at the hips and slowly rolling them. my bottom lip catches between my teeth as my jeans grow tighter against my crotch. my view gets disturbed as the previous man she was laughing with grabs ahold of her bicep, she looks at him before shaking her head no and pointing to her friend. before i can stop myself, my feet carries my weight over to her direction, i softly grab [y/n's] hand giving it a yank to hide her behind me.

"we got a problem?" i ask lowly looking at the man.

"yeah, the problem is you taking what was rightfully mine." he sneers causing my eyebrows to shoot up.

"bunny, you belong to this man?" i ask with humor behind my voice.

she looks at him with eyebrows furrowed, eyes blazing with anger, "no! we talked for about two minutes. i do not know you nor do i want to get to know you." she snakes an arm through my arm yanking me away from the man. "men are pigs! i swear it." she murmurs under her breath, a chuckle escaping my lips.

she leads me outside were theres a small group of people blocking the doorway, some smoking others drinking. i grab ahold of her hand and yank her in front of me before narrowing my eyes, all of the sudden the nasty green monster swivels in my chest again.

"why the fuck were you talking to him?" i demand crossing my arms in front of my chest, he eyes also narrow into slits, her nose flaring at my tone.

"why are you speaking to me with that tone?! i was talking to him because he came with some of my friends and i thought he would be a friend, but he started touching on me. i got uncomfortable and left to dance. the end." she states sternly before turning and walking in the direction of the dorms murmuring 'so overprotective'.

"dont walk away from me [y/n], we arent done talking!"

she ignores me and keeps walking, her shoulders hunched over, nose deep in her phone. letting out a groan i follow behind. "you look hot." i blurt out, my hand quickly slapping over my mouth shocked that i actually had the nerve to say it out loud. she's wearing a short skin tight black one piece that sticks to her skin like honey, nipples peaking through and the swell of her ass peaking out. she stops walking before straightening up and turning to look at me, her ears are burning a nice red shade at the tip of them.

"what did you say?" she asks in a whisper eyes wide like i had said the most obscured thing ever.

"you look good [y/l/n], is it a crime to speak my mind?" i muse a smirk crawling its way onto my lips.

"yes! yes it is a crime. you-you cant say that!"

"says who?"

"says every rule of being best friends!"

"i'm not a stickler for rules." i hum grabbing her waist and pulling her towards me. her face has the lightest dusting of red probably from the drinks she's had, but i'd like to think it's partly because of me.

"har." she muses eyes dazing over. "we-we cant!" her dazed eyes suddenly open to their full capacity pushing herself out of my arms.

"god you're insufferable woman i swear it!" i groan closing my eyes and rubbing my palms over them.

"harry our friendship is very valuable to me! i cant lose it because we decided to -well what would happen tonight if i told you i also think you look good? hmm?"

"i dont know probably ask you on a date then." i shrug my shoulders, my heart pumping as she frowns at me.

"what if we don't click as well as we think we would? i value our friendship more than wanting to test out a theory that would not work out." she sighs her eyes glazing over with tears.

"bunny," i sigh grabbing ahold of her hands, "what would change? absolutely nothing- well okay maybe if we did go out the only thing that would change would be us holding hands, kissing and what not but we do everything else the same. shit people always ask if we're dating if it's their first time meeting us. but to hell with all that, i cant help how i feel for you bun. i've always been attracted to you from the day you opened the dorm room and probably till the foreseeable future. you may not want me to feel this way but you don't dictate my feelings."

i watch as a tear falls down her beautiful face, a frown tugs on my lips. she quickly wraps her arms around my neck before placing a kiss on the corner of my mouth. "you make it so hard not to feel the same way." she chuckles while pulling away and looking me in the eye.

my heart soars at her words, a smile breaks out on my face as well as hers and before i can stop myself i press my lips against hers. feeling to jittery to hold back, "let's go to our room bunny." i sigh as i pull away.

"not so fast styles, i do believe you're supposed to take me out on a date before taking me to bed." she teases booping my nose.

"of course bunny, we'll go on a date." i hum grabbing ahold of her hand and tugging her along with me, "hm lets see the only place open at three in the morning would have to be waffle house." i tease as she scrunches her nose.

"hell no." she shakes her head tugging me in the direction of our dorms, "you can just take me to brunch tomorrow."

"oh fuck," i groan as my vision blurs, i drop my head to the crease of her neck and let out a moan

i grasp [y/n's] plushy hips and thrust deeply into her. i furrow my brows as i move back and forth slowly, receiving a few gasp and moans - here and there - they're breathy and light. i grab her face placing my lips on hers swallowing her whines.

"oh harry!" she moans sinking her nails into my back, her back arching off the bed.

"you're fucking beautiful." i groan as i take a moment to study her. her eyes rolling back in pleasure, nose flaring up slightly, mouth agape as small whimpers and moans escape her mouth.

my eyes trail down to the movement of my hips, pushing into her. i love watching myself thrusting my cock in and out, the view turning me on too no end. "god bunny," i moaned as i brought my lips to her neck. one of my arms wrap around her waist, bringing her closer to me, needing to feel her closer. my hand trailing down her body, i rub tight circles around her clit.

"oh my god bunny, you're so intoxicating." i moan loudly as she whimpers, "oh bun, i'm almost there." i mumbled to her, before sucking lightly on the column of her neck, my grunts and the sound of our skin slapping fills the small room. [y/n] lets out a string of profanities, her lips pressed against my ear.

"oh fuck," was all that escapes my lips before i find my release, i dont stop moving in and out of her. "cmon love, cum for me, need you to cum" i gasp at the feeling of being overstimulated, i watch as her eyes roll to the back of her head and mouth gasps wide open. feeling her clench around me she lets out a broken sob before we both turn to mush.

collapsing on-top of her i take one last look at her, hair disheveled, red cheeks, some dry tears down her face, lips plump, and glowing like the goddamn goddess she is.

"you gonna be my girlfriend bunny?" i ask and she looks at me with a wide smile slowly nodding.

"yeah har." she giggles placing a kiss on my cheek. "cant wait to rub the fact that i have a boyfriend - that i got on my own might i add - in my mothers face."

"it'll just be the two of us." i smile at her, she gleams up at me nodding.

"yeah, just the two of us."

another dorm mate story💗💗

-all the love

em

xo🐝

[akookminsupporter]

☺️☺️ so happy they met!

[lemoncrushh]

The Entertainer II - Track 04 - A Beautiful Thing to Say

Summary: What if it wasn’t the end? What if Sky did actually see Harry at the Forum in the early 80s, and he saw her too? What if fate took hold of them both, and they realized their journey was not over? Set in 1981, Harry and Sky’s story continues with more music, more romance, and a few more twists and turns.

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Monday morning came too soon, but for the first time in a very long time, I walked into work with a smile on my face and a pep in my step.

“Well, don’t you look chipper for a Monday,” remarked Donna when I slipped into my chair beside hers.

“What?” I asked, barely paying attention as I rearranged the pens in the cup on my desk.

“Someone had a good weekend,” Donna wiggled her brows. “Spill the beans, who is he?”

“He? What makes you think there’s a he?”

“You’re wearing a dress.” I heard the casters of Donna’s chair roll across the hard floor as she scooted closer to me and sniffed. “And perfume. You got laid.”

I side-eyed her with a smirk as I attempted to refill the tape in my adding machine. “I happen to wear perfume everyday.”

“It wasn’t Bill, was it?” inquired Donna, ignoring my comment. “I thought you hated him.”

“I don’t hate him, we just didn’t hit it off. But no, it wasn’t Bill.”

“So it was a man, though!”

Knowing Donna wasn’t going to let it go, I took a deep breath and sighed. “I just ran into an old friend over Thanksgiving break,” I stated. “That’s all.”

“Old friend my ass,” Donna jeered. “Oh god, please don’t tell me it was your ex. What was his name again? Adam?”

“Alan,” I groaned. “And no. Definitely not him.”

I could feel Donna’s eyes staring at me as she waited for me to divulge more information.

“Well?”

“Well, what?”

“Are you gonna tell me, or not?”

“Hmm, I think...not.” I smiled sweetly. “Not just yet. It’s still very new.”

When Donna realized I wasn’t going to say any more, she sighed with a pout.

“You’re no fun,” she muttered as she rolled back to her desk.

I smiled to myself as I checked my daily calendar. I considered Donna a friend, but not in the same way I did Halo. She was fun and sassy, and sometimes she liked to rib me, but I didn’t feel comfortable telling her about someone as important as Harry.

The day, while steadily busy, still seemed to drag like Mondays do. I was constantly checking the clock, hoping it was nearing five. Not that I had any plans. And not that I was expecting a call from Harry that evening. But the way he’d left me the night before told me I just might get one. And if I was honest with myself, I was already longing to hear his voice.

After a quick dinner and a soak in the tub, the phone rang just around the time I thought it would. The voice on the other end made my heart flip in my chest when it greeted me and called me beautiful.

“How was your day?” he asked me.

“It was a Monday,” I groaned. “How was yours?”

“Not bad, actually. Got a bit of songwriting done. Cleaned out and restocked the fridge.”

“Don’t tell me you went shopping.”

“What? I can’t go shopping? I gotta eat, love.”

I giggled. “I just figured you had someone to do that for you.”

“Well...I have. But not this time.” Harry paused before he added, “I reckoned I might stay longer than I’d planned.”

“Oh?” I felt my face heat up at the possibility that he was staying in L.A. because of me.

“Yeah, you know.”

“I know what?” I chuckled again.

“Nothing. Um...so I have a few things I can prepare for dinner this week, and I thought you might like to join me.”

“You cook?” I asked incredulously.

Harry laughed. “Did you think I only dine out or have things delivered to me?”

“Well no...but...yeah, maybe,” I blushed, grateful he couldn’t see me.

“I’m actually pretty self-sufficient, Mary Lou,” he jabbed.

“Hey now,” I quipped. “What did I do to get the double name?”

“I’ll take it back if you come over.”

“Hmm,” I thought aloud. “I don’t know. I might have plans. This week has booked up pretty fast already…”

“Skyyy,” Harry whined, almost in sing-song. I chuckled.

“Of course, Harry,” I said. “You know I’d love to. I was teasing you.”

“So was I.”

I knew my face was red as a beet as I bit my lip and twisted the phone cord around my finger. “What day should I come?”

“The sooner the better.”

“Tomorrow sounds perfect,” I commented.

“Hmm, tonight sounds even better.”

“Oh, but I’ve already eaten,” I pouted. “I’m sorry.”

“Wasn’t talking about dinner.”

“Harry…”

“What? I miss you already. Is that weird?” he asked, his voice just above a whisper.

“Kinda,” I mimicked in the same tone, although my insides were having a party.

Harry chuckled low, then let out a long, deep sigh. “Alright, we’ll do it your way. Is seven o’clock too early?”

“Not at all.”

After Harry gave me directions to his house, we talked for at least another hour. The television was on a low volume, but I barely even noticed what was on the screen. It seemed every time we’d start to say goodbye, one of us would have something else to say and we’d get into a whole other conversation. Finally, the nightly news started its introduction on the TV, and I knew it was time to call it a night.

“Goodnight, Harry,” I yawned.

“Sorry to keep you up, love,” he said.

“Don’t be silly. I enjoy talking to you.”

“Me too.” I could hear the smile in his voice, and I knew it was the truth. If I didn’t have to get up early, I probably could have stayed up all night talking to him.

Hanging up the phone, I turned out the lights and danced to my bedroom, humming a tune I had heard earlier that day.

“Suddenly, the wheels are in motion And I...I’m ready to sail any ocean Suddenly, I don’t need the answers ‘Cause I...I’m ready to take all my chances with you…”

Harry’s house wasn’t that difficult to get to. I arrived in just over twenty minutes. What did surprise me, however, was how normal it looked. While it wasn’t a tiny house by any means, I was expecting it to be some huge estate with a gated entrance and tall, obscure bushes enshrouding the boundaries so no one could see inside. I watched too many old movies. Instead, I pulled my car into a long, brick driveway that stopped in front of a two-car garage with black doors. Closing my car door, I looked up at the white home. I was never good at pinpointing house styles, but my guess was it was either Spanish or Mediterranean, possibly French. And while it appeared to have two stories, it looked to be much wider than it was tall.

I noticed a door ahead of me that probably led inside the garage, so I turned the corner and found two gorgeous black wooden doors, greeting me with cacti flanked on either side. I cleared my throat - as if that would do anything - and rang the doorbell. I felt my stomach do a flip as I heard footsteps getting louder just before one of the doors swung open.

“Hi,” he said, after a gorgeous, wide smile spread across his face.

“Good evening,” I grinned, tilting my head. I wasn’t sure why I said that, or the way I said it. It just felt fitting. Like I was in one of those old movies I watched too often.

Harry chuckled and stepped back, waving his hand. “Please, come in.”

An intoxicating aroma filled my nostrils as I stepped over the threshold. I eyed Harry as he shut the door behind me and took my hand.

“C’mon, you’re just in time for a taste test.”

Guiding me through the large foyer, he stopped when we reached the kitchen, the scent of garlic and herbs more pungent. Releasing my hand, Harry grabbed a wooden spoon from the counter and dipped it into the steaming pot that sat on the stove.

“Tell me what you think,” he urged, gesturing for me to come closer.

As soon as the spoon touched my lips, I nearly gasped and let out a moan.

“Absolutely delicious!” I exclaimed.

“Yeah? You don’t think it needs anything? Salt?”

I shook my head, grabbing the spoon from him. “No way. It’s perfect.”

“Hey!” Harry chuckled as I took another bite. “I said a taste!”

Licking my lips, I grinned cheekily at him, knowing he was teasing and actually loved that I approved of his cooking.

“Is it ready? Can we eat?”

“As soon as I take the bread out of the oven,” he replied with a twinkle in his eye, pulling on an oven mitt. “I take it you came hungry.”

“Just a little,” I giggled, rubbing my tummy. “That sandwich I had at lunch left me long ago. Can I help with anything?”

“Nope, I got it, love,” he said sweetly, laying the baking sheet of warm garlic bread on the counter. “But how about a quick tour first?”

“Oh yes,” I shook my head. “Silly me. I wanna see your house!”

“Think you can hold out?” Harry wiggled his brows.

“I’ll try my best,” I remarked, throwing the back of my hand against my forehead. “Even though I’m so famished!”

Harry chuckled again and grabbed my hand. “C’mon Miss Dramatic. We’ll start with the den.”

Just as suspected, Harry’s house was absolutely gorgeous. Though it was two stories, the first story extended longer than the second, and included a screened-in pool that I tried my best not to ogle over.

“It’s heated,” Harry commented. “So we can take a dip later if you’d like.”

“I didn’t bring my suit,” I blushed.

“So…?” Harry smirked, sliding his arms around my waist.

“Oh.” I laughed into his shoulder as I felt him chuckle against me. Lifting my head, I looked into his handsome face. “Is that how this evening is gonna go?”

Harry shrugged with a smirk. “I was rather hoping, but...doesn’t have to if you don’t want.”

“Hmm,” I nodded, my nerves struggling with my desire. “We’ll see.”

“Fair enough.” Tucking my hair behind my ear, Harry gazed into my eyes and I felt myself melt. “I’m just glad you’re here. You look beautiful, by the way. I meant to say when you arrived.”

“Thanks,” I blushed again just before he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on my lips.

“Come,” he said low. “Let’s eat.”

After Harry opened a bottle of wine, we shared a delicious dinner of pasta, salad and bread. Then when I helped him with the dishes, he poured us another glass of wine and led me into the den where he lit a fire. I tried my hardest to look relaxed on his sofa as he returned, taking the seat next to me. I could feel my insides quiver as he smiled at me, stretching his arm across the back of the couch. Though we had just spent a glorious weekend together, his presence continued to have an effect on me.

Lifting his glass from the coffee table, he held it up. “To Mary Lou Jones.”

“To me?”

“Of course. And...to fate...for bringing us together again.”

I grinned shyly as our glasses touched and I took a sip. “You believe in that sort of thing?”

“I didn’t…” Harry paused, looking down at his glass and then back at me. “But I do now.”

“Oh,” I whispered as he leaned closer. I felt my stomach flutter as I saw his eyes shut just before his lips grazed mine.

His kiss deepened as his hand found the back of my neck. His wet, wine-tinged tongue sent sparks through my chest and I let out a delicate moan. I felt him sigh against me before he sat back, and taking my glass, he set both on the coffee table. With heavy eyelids, he gazed back at me, his hand slowly sliding up my thigh.

“Sky,” he murmured, his voice extra deep and sultry, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Can’t get you out o’ my head.”

My eyelids fluttered as his fingers reached dangerous territory, his other hand slipping around the back of my neck again. I swallowed hard, a nervous chuckle escaping my throat.

“You just saw me day before last. And talked to me last night.”

“I know,” Harry smirked. “I want you all the time.”

I let out a sigh, my hand pressed against this chest.

“I want you, too,” I confessed in a whisper.

I caught the glimpse of excitement and relief in Harry’s face just before he smiled. “Yeah?”

“Mmm hmm,” I nodded. “Always.”

I wondered for a split second why I’d added that last word to my confession just before Harry kissed me again. Did I mean it in the past tense, like I always had wanted him? Perhaps. Was I referring to the present tense, meaning I wanted him right then? Definitely. Or did I mean it in the future tense...I always will?

I supposed that last question would be left unanswered. For now.

Harry’s warm body slid with ease between my legs as he pressed me against the couch. His wet, intoxicating kisses filled me with more hunger for him. He caressed me tenderly, sending chills all over. We hastily undressed each other, panting with desire. If it had been anyone else, in any other moment, I’d have thought having sex on the sofa was so unromantic and juvenile. But not with him.

Not with Harry.

With Harry...everything was perfect.

I reveled in the afterglow, his body pressed against mine - our skin sticky with a sheen of sweat as I watched the reflection of the fire glisten on his back.

“You’re so amazing…” I thought I heard him say, though it was muffled, his head wedged between mine and the back of the sofa.

“What?” I whispered.

“Mmmm,” he groaned before lifting himself up with his elbow. His hair fell over his eyes and I smiled at the image, reminiscent of a photo of him on the back of Wildfire’s last album.

“Let’s go swim,” he said.

“Now?” I chuckled.

“To cool off.” I watched as he sat up, combing a hand through his hair.

“I thought you said the pool was heated.”

“It’s still cooler than in here,” he said with a smirk, rising from the couch and pulling me with him.

He was right. Though the pool water was warm, it still felt cool on my toes as soon as I took the first step in. Not cold, like a regular pool, but like the sweet sting you get from a hot shower after a long run.

Harry had already swum a lap to the other side of the pool and back before I even got waist deep. His cheeky grin told me I needed to get a move on as he swam up to me on the middle step.

“Why are you being so shy?” he asked, grabbing my hips. “It’s only water.”

“I know.”

“And I’ve already seen you naked.”

I tsked at him, playfully splashing him. “I know, silly. Just let me be.”

I swirled the water back and forth with my hands before slowly lowering my body into the pool, stopping where the water hit my shoulders. Harry looked at me, his eyebrows raised.

“Better?”

“Mmhm,” I nodded briskly. “Except now I’m not gonna want to get out.”

“Why not?”

“It’s like a bathtub,” I explained with a pout. “And once I get out I’ll be cold.”

Harry cackled, pulling me to him. “You’re cute, you know that?”

“Thanks,” I said tight-lipped. “But I wasn’t trying to be cute.”

Harry turned us away from the steps and floated us toward the deep end.

“Well, you are anyway. And I can’t get enough.”

A small smile crept up on my face as I watched him take my wrists and wrap my arms around his neck. My legs had already naturally found his waist in the buoyancy dance, and we floated for a second or two in silence.

“I’m enjoying getting to know you again,” Harry commented, surprising me.

“Getting to know me? You already know me.”

“Yeah, but there are some new things I didn’t know before,” he added. “Or maybe they’re things that have changed since I last saw you.”

“Like what?”

“I dunno…you tell me. I didn’t know it takes you twenty minutes to get in the pool.”

“It didn’t take twenty minutes!” I slapped at him as he chuckled.

“Alright. I’m just saying…I like finding out these little…quirks and things about you. I wanna know more.”

I stared at him for a moment until I breathed. “Careful what you wish for.”

“Why?”

“Well…what if there’s something you don’t like?”

Harry raised a brow and made a face. “Hasn’t happened yet.”

“Hmm. Just wait. It’s only been a few days.”

I bit my lip as I turned my head to gaze out the windows that held us in. The sun had long ago set, the sky a dark, starless blue. Suddenly I heard a ripple in the pool just before Harry lifted his hand and pushed a strand of hair from my face.

“Sky,” he said softly. “Babe, I’m trying to be honest and romantic here. Can you give me a chance?”

“I…” I stared at him again, feeling ashamed. “Of course. I’m sorry.”

My heart suddenly began to race as I realized how serious he was. My fingers played with the wet hair on the back of his neck as I silently wished I could take back what I’d said and return to the lighter mood we’d begun earlier.

“I meant what I said, Sky,” Harry conveyed. “About loving you back then. Even though I hadn’t realized it until it was too late.”

I merely blinked and nodded, hoping he would continue.

“I know…time changes things. And feelings change. But being with you again…even though it’s only been a few days…”

My right hand traced his jaw as we bounced to the other side of the pool and I waited for him to continue.

“It’s like…I feel myself falling…all over again.”

I stared at him, my mouth agape. “Harry.”

“I know…it’s crazy…” he chuckled, leaning his forehead against mine. “It’s…it’s too soon. So I’m not saying-”

“Okay,” I interrupted, nervous that neither of us were ready to say or hear those three words.

“I’m just saying…that I really, really like you, Sky.” Harry beamed a goofy grin that even made me laugh. “And I’m already feeling the things I felt five years ago but didn’t say. So…I want you to know this time. Because…I don’t want to lose this again.”

I slid my left hand under his jaw to echo my right, cupping his face in my hands as I leaned forward and kissed his forehead, then his nose.

“What a beautiful thing to say,” I whispered before kissing his mouth.

Our lips locked, we continued to float around the pool, tasting each other as if we never had before. My heart still thumped loudly in my chest, but I willed it to not give me away just yet.

I knew there was nothing I wanted on earth more than for Harry Styles to love me, the way I’d wanted him to love me five years ago. I had done a good job of pretending - to myself, to Halo, and even to Harry - that I was okay with him leaving on that plane and never coming back. I had told myself he was too good for me, that he wasn’t mine to have, and that the world deserved to have him instead. But in that moment, my arms and legs wrapped around him in that big, heated pool…I knew that I had lied, even if just a little bit.

I loved him.

And I wanted him to love me.

Harry helped me towel dry when we got out of the pool. I assumed we’d return to the living room where our clothes were discarded, but instead, he wrapped me up in a big towel and carried me to his bedroom.

“I really do have to work in the morning,” I teased as he laid above me in his incredibly soft bed.

“I know. Just a few more minutes,” he said, his voice deep and quiet as he placed his head on my chest.

I stared at his ceiling fan as I absent-mindedly combed my fingers through his long curls. I quickly recalled the morning in the hotel in Santa Barbara when Harry’d asked me my real name. I remembered the way the sun shone through the balcony windows and the ceiling fan lent some cool air as our bodies touched.

“What’s your favorite place?” I suddenly heard myself ask.

“Huh?”

“Your favorite place you’ve ever been.”

“Oh. Uh…sorry, love, I was almost asleep with your…hands there…”

“Oh…sorry,” I smiled as he sat up and looked at me.

“Uh…Japan’s pretty great. I like it there. South American crowds are insane,” Harry laughed. “Australia’s great…I dunno. I’m not sure I have a favorite.”

“Oh.”

“Why? You wanna go with me?”

“Where? Australia?”

“Anywhere. Next time I go.”

“Oh.” I smirked. “We’ll discuss that later I guess.”

Harry leaned next to me on his elbow. “I’d love it if you did.”

I rolled over to face him and he touched my cheek before leaning over to kiss me.

“So why do you ask?”

“Hmm?”

“What my favorite place is.”

“Oh, just curious. You’ve been a lot of places.”

“Yeah…” Harry sighed. “Some of them run together after a month or two.”

“I can understand that,” I commented, even though I didn’t really.

“Right now I just know I want to be with you,” Harry added. “Wherever it is.”

Harry’s confessions ran through my brain as I drove home that night. Although I was undoubtedly nervous about them and about being hurt again, I couldn’t deny the chemistry we had. I hadn’t felt this way since…well, since we said goodbye five years ago.

The radio almost seemed to mock us and our vulnerability as the most fitting song began to play.

“I was sure I’d lost my chance forever I never dreamed we’d ever meet again…”

I had to admit that things like this didn’t happen everyday. Call it fate, destiny, God or whatever…I never thought I’d ever even see Harry again, let alone have another chance at love with him. As I pulled off the highway onto my street, I found myself nearly in tears…and not of sadness, but of hope and happiness.

“A different bed, a different ceiling But still that same old feeling As I hold you close, I almost want to cry ‘Cause it feels just like we never said goodbye…”

Songs mentioned:

Olivia Newton-John & Cliff Richard - Suddenly

Crystal Gayle - It's Like We Never Said Goodbye

Taglist: @fkinavocado, @daphnesutton, @freedomfireflies

MASTERLIST | KO-FI | FEEDBACK

[deer-vertebrae]

yall ever have siblings and its like hes tbe same age as harry in tgof. if someone tried to put him in a magic death tournament id literally attack them. what the fuck

[louisplumpyass]

look at the glowing face and the little baby bump y'all @/louistomlinson knocked him up again

[japrilsanatomy]

The way I got so excited when I thought this was real just to have my excitement crushed by this twitter post. I hate whoever messed with us.

[evanesce-art]

Some Gallavers + me and my partner if we were in my OC’s universe

[sue94]

lucky again is for satellite girlies

[harrysarchive]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚em's masterlist˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

masterlist key:

☾ angsty

ᡣ𐭩 fluff

ִ ࣪𖤐ִ smut

Boxer!Harry

a fight for us ☾ᡣ𐭩

harry's fighting for respect for his girl

i'm okay baby ☾ᡣ𐭩

harry's injured and y/n's his emergency contact

grovelling ᡣ𐭩

a silly little blurb

TattooArtist!Harry

girls who drink espresso martinis ᡣ𐭩

where he's an asshole but she's pretty

be mine bee ᡣ𐭩

harry officially asks bee to be his.

Pleasing Pâtisserie ᡣ𐭩

a silly little story about the business name

happy birthday my moon ᡣ𐭩ִ ࣪𖤐

it's harry's birthday!

so you wanna marry me? ᡣ𐭩 ִ ࣪𖤐

harry's overworking himself for money to afford for the future.

no big deal ☾ᡣ𐭩

something so small can mean the world to the other person.

Miscellaneous!harry

fratboy!harry x professor!reader

after class ࣪𖤐

fratboy harry has a hot professor and she calls him in after class.

Harry Styles

always come back to you ᡣ𐭩

harry finally comes back to her.

Dormmate!Harry

if only you knew, bunny ☾ᡣ𐭩

always can count on your dorm mate

just the two of us ᡣ𐭩࣪𖤐ִ

dorm mates becomes more

[hollisonceagain]

space au may day 28: wavycake - space (feat. harrts and crucial star)

[flamingogreen]

Hi!, I was listening to "Slut!" and I just find so crazy that girls where like "Taylor is a slut because she's dating Harry Styles and he's mine", like she was just dating a boy she liked, she wasn't doing anything wrong, like what does she ever did to you.

And I just find cute that this is like a cozy love song, because people insulted her just for dating someone, but she didn't care at all, she just wanted to love him and be with him, it's just cute.

[bobo-pompadour]

If I was a bluebird, I would fly to you You'd be the spoon Dip you in honey so I could be sticking to you

Harry Style - daylight 2022

[evanesce-art]

Scales sketchessss

[leasexgeschichten]

Nachbarn ficken Teil 3

Seit dem Samstagfick mit Bianca, suchte Erik immer wieder vorsichtig Kontakt zu seiner geilen Nachbarin. Aber seine Geduld wurde auf eine harte Probe gestellt, und ihre auch. Denn auch sie hätte das Abenteuer mit Erik gerne fortgesetzt. Entweder waren Handwerker im Haus oder aber Bernd, ihr Mann. Während des Spanienaufenthalts seiner Frau Eva mit Vera lud Bernd seinen Kumpel zum samstäglichen Grillen ein. Erik kümmerte sich um die Getränke, Bianca um die Beilagen und Bernd um das Fleisch.

Erik besorge Bier für die Männer und Rotwein für Bianca. Drei Salate standen schon auf dem Tisch als er auf die Terrasse seiner Nachbarn trat. Das Erste was er sah war der Hintern von Bianca, die sich über den Tisch beugte, um die Dekoration zu vervollständigen. Sie trug ein kurzes Kleid und darunter ein Tangahöschen, das ihren Arsch schön zur Geltung brachte und den Ansatz ihrer Fotze erahnen ließ. Bernd stand ein paar Meter entfernt und heizte den Grill an.

Er winkte ihm zu und dann bemerkte ihn auch Bianca. Sie drehte sich zu ihm um und begrüßte sie mit einem Kuss auf die Wange und einem erwartungsvollen Lächeln. „Hast Du mir gerade auf meinen Po geschaut?“, flüsterte sie ihm fragend ins Ohr. „Ja, und nicht nur auf Deinen Po, auch auf Dein süßes Pfläumchen. Ich bin schon wieder so scharf auf Dich!“ Erik ging zu Bernd und die alten Freunde begrüßten sich mit Handschlag.

Bianca schenkte ihnen Bier ein und brachte es zum Grill. „Damit ihr mir nicht verdurstet. Viel Smalltalk, viel Essen, viel Bier und Wein, die Zeit verging wie im Fluge. „Mir wird es kalt“, meinte Bianca, „lasst uns aufräumen und im Wohnzimmer noch ein paar Absacker trinken. Sie brachten alles in die Küche. Bianca: „Ich räume das morgen Früh auf, wenn Bernd im Tennisclub ist. “ Dabei warf sie Erik unbemerkt einen heimlichen Blick zu.

Im Wohnzimmer saßen sie mit Bernd auf dem Sofa und ihnen gegenüber lümmelte sich Erik in einem Sessel. Bianca hatte einen Fuß auf die Sitzfläche gestellt und ihre Oberschenkel leicht geöffnet. Erik hatte einen herrlichen Blick auf das kleine Stoffdreieck, das ihre haarige Pussy bedeckte. Ab und zu zog sie sich einen Finger durch ihre Furche und das Höschen verwandelte sich in einen Cameltoe. Gegen Mitternacht war Bernd fast schon auf der Couch eingeschlafen und Erik verabschiedete sich von den Beiden.

Bianca brachte ihn noch zur Tür. Bevor sie sie öffnete küssten sich die beiden Fremdgänger noch leidenschaftlich und Bianca steckte sich einen Zeigefinger in ihre Pussy. Sie hielt den Finger unter Erik Nase und dann an seine Lippen. „Leck ihn ab als kleinen Vorgeschmack auf Morgen. Ich freue mich schon auf Dich!“ Dann schob sie ihn durch die Haustür. Am anderen Morgen konnte es Erik kaum erwarten, dass Bernd das Haus verließ und in seinen Tennisclub fuhr.

Er harrte noch 10 Minuten aus und ging dann über die Straße zu Bianca. Wie so häufig ging er durch den Garten und stand vor der verschlossenen Terrassentür. Er klopfte an und sah durch die Scheibe Bianca in einen knappen weißen Freizeitdress. Sofort fing es in seiner Hose an zu pochen. Sie öffnete die Tür und ließ ihn eintreten. Das Licht fiel durch die Fenster auf Biancas Körper, besser hätte es ein Fotograf nicht ausleuchten können.

Ihre blonden Locken umspielten ihren Kopf und ihre Schultern. Ihr großer Busen wurde von einem weißen Spitzen-BH gebändigt und ein kleiner Slip bedeckte ihre haarige Pflaume. Darüber hatte sie sich einen weißen durchsichtigen Poncho geworfen. Die knallroten Lippen versprachen Alles und das wurde noch unterstützt durch lackierte Finger- und Zehennägel im selben Rotton. Dazu ein Lächeln, das einen Schwulen umgepolt hätte. Erik betrachtete sie mit offenem Mund. „Du siehst so klasse aus und ich stehe hier wie Harry Hatschek sein besoffener Schwager,“ nörgelte er an sich selber herum.

„Zieh Dich einfach nackt aus“, ermutigte ihn Bianca, „so gefällst Du mir am besten“. Erik zog sich rasch aus und stand dann mit einem Halbsteifen im Halbdunkeln vor ihr. Sie trat auf ihn zu und schmiegte sich an ihn. „Aber Du riechst sehr gut. Ist das wieder das „Le Male“?“Ihre Hand wanderte langsam nach unten, um kurz darauf überrascht einen Schritt zurück zu gehen. „Du hast Dich da unten rasiert“, rief sie erstaunt aus.

„Alles wegen mir?“ Erik nahm sie in seine Arme und schaute sie an. „Nur wegen Dir! Eva wird schön überrascht sein. Aber vielleicht rasiert sie sich dann auch ihre Möse. “ – „Dafür gibt es gleich eine Belohnung!“ Bianca ging in die Knie und inspizierte als erstes die Intimrasur. Ihre Finger tasteten jeden Zentimeter seines Unterleibes ab. Besonderen Spaß machte es ihr, ihre Zungenspitze zwischen Vorhaut und Eichel zu schieben. Die Wirkung ließ nicht lange auf sich warten.

Prächtig richtete sich Eriks bestes Stück auf. Jetzt fing sie an, seinen Kolben zu wichsen und immer wieder schob sie die Vorhaut über die Eichel. „Langsam, langsam,“ versuchte er sie zu stoppen, „schieß mich nicht ab. “Bianca richtete sich auf: „Zieh mich bitte aus, da habe ich mich schon den ganzen Früh drauf gefreut. “ Erik trat vor sie hin und öffnete als Erstes das Bändchen ihres Ponchos. Vorsichtig legte er ihn über einen Sessel.

Er schaute sie wieder und wieder an und bewunderte ihren Spitzen-BH. Seine Hände streichelten ihre Brüste durch den zarten Stoff und er spürte, wie ihre Brustwarzen immer härter wurden. Seine Zunge spielte mit ihnen durch den Stoff. Erik trat hinter sie und hakte den Verschluss auf. Dann griff er von hinten durch ihre Arme und schälte die Körbchen von den Fleischbergen. „Beug Dich bitte mal vor“. Ihre großen Titten baumelten frei in der Luft und sie stütze sie mit ihren Händen ab.

Erik kniete sich hinter sie und bedeckte ihren Hintern mit Küssen. Durch den feinen Stoff leckte er ihr das Poloch. „Was machst Du mit mir“, stöhnte sie auf. Er schob seine Zeigefinger durch ihre Oberschenkel vor bis zu ihrer Vagina. Dort ließ er ihn vibrieren und sie wurde immer nasser. Er zog ihr den Slip aus und wiederholte seine Liebkosungen, diesmal am nackten Objekt. „Ich kann nicht mehr, ich halt’s nicht mehr aus. Ich halte es nicht mehr aus!!! Fick mich jetzt bitte! Ich will Deinen dicken, langen Schwanz spüren!“ Erik stand auf und hielt ihr von hinten seinen steifen Riemen an ihre Vagina.

„Jaaa, stoß zu“, rief sie und Erik stieß zu. Sein Pint drang tief in ihre Pussy ein und er fickte sie mit der Routine eines erfahrenen Mannes. Und sie nahm seine 20 Zentimeter wie eine erfahrene Frau. Er beugte sich vor und eine Hand kümmerte sich um ihre Titten. Die andere suchte ihren Kitzler und den wichste er mit zwei Fingern. „Erik, ich komme, Erik, Erik, hör nicht auf, hör nicht auf …“ Ihr Orgasmus entlud sich mit einem lauten Stöhnen.

Erik stieß noch ein paar Mal zu, dann war es bei ihm auch so weit. Seinen letzten Stoß setzte er tief in ihr Loch und dann spritzte er seine Sahne direkt am Muttermund in sie hinein. Nochmal wurde sie von einem Nachbeben durchgeschüttelt. Sie entzog sich ihm, wankte zum Sofa und ließ sich fallen. Sie zog eine kleine Spermaspur hinter sich her. Erik folgte ihr mit baumelden Gehänge. Breitbeinig lag Bianca auf dem Sofa und schaute ihn an.

„Meine Muschi juckt immer noch. Kannst Du noch einmal?“ Er stellte sich vor sie hin und versuchte, seinen langen Riemen hochzubringen. Als sie sich vorbeugte und ihm mit ihren Händen half, war er schnell wieder einsatzbereit. „Komm gleich zu mir“, bat sie und öffnete sich ihre Vagina mit ihren Fingern. Er drückte seinen Schwanz in ihre glitschige Fotze. „Alter Schlammstecher,“ sagte er zu sich selbst und musste grinsen. Sie umarmte ihn und beide küssten sich zärtlich.

Sie spielten jetzt ihre ganze Erfahrung aus. Sie liebten sich sehr lange und wechselten zum Schluss in die Löffelchenstellung. Gemeinsam erlebten sie den nächsten Orgasmus. Nicht mehr so intensiv wie beim ersten Mal, aber es war für beide sehr schön.