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[theasstour]

0105. La fille aux cheveux de lin.

Sunday, 7 December 2014

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NB: explicit language, alcohol

A/N: special thanks to the legend @sydneysuit for teaching me about the violin! ily abbie!

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Y/N needed money. It hadn’t occurred to her just how bad until she stood in the check-out in Tesco, her mum on the phone to ask her for money, and panicked tears in her eyes. So, on this Sunday, Y/N was frantically looking for part-time jobs in the Clapham and Battersea area of London, though she knew she’d most likely end up working in a dodgy tourist shop in Westminster with absolutely rubbish pay. Running both hands through her hair, Y/N stared at the hundreds of different offers, none seeming appealing and none very good. The panic of having no income, of not having enough money for a train ticket home unless her parents paid for it, all came rushing down all at once. Will just have to suck it up, Y/N thought to herself, opening different tabs on her browser with all the jobs she could apply to.

Her pulse rising, Y/N let her eyes fall shut for a few seconds before she focused on the work ahead. She would have to write a CV, probably ask her dad for help as he had already offered to do so. Ever since Y/N was 13 and had her first anxiety attack, her parents had been eager to learn more about it. Neither of them were very anxious people themselves, but for their daughter, they would try to understand and learn as they wanted to know what to do if it ever occurred again. Whenever Y/N would show signs of being extra anxious, her parents would always be by her side to calm her down. Before Y/N could even open her phone to call her dad, there came a knock from her door.

“Who is it?” She asked, ready to make an excuse so she wouldn’t have to be social. She was sitting in her lounge wear, a fluffy pink blanket draped around her shoulders, and the white light from the cloudy day outside shining in through the window to her left.

“Tiana.”

“What’s up?” Y/N asked as her flatmate poked her head in through the door.

“Can I chill? Or are you busy?”

Y/N looked back at the jobs she would be applying for later but closed her laptop to show Tiana she had all her attention. Tiana put Y/N’s doorstop in under the slit at the bottom, the sound of cutlery being used in the kitchen and someone laughing making Y/N aware that her and Tiana weren’t the only two up before 11am. Sitting down in Y/N’s bed and nicking one of her blankets, Tiana sighed heavily, back resting against the cold concrete wall.

“You know what we were talking about the other day?” Tiana asked, running her hand over the soft fabric of Y/N’s blanket. “About the housing situation next year?”

Over Domino’s three weeks prior, after the pregnancy scare, Tiana had asked Y/N if she had given any thought as to where she’d be living the next two years of uni, as student accommodation provided by the university was only offered to first-years or international students. Y/N, who mostly spent her time either in her head or in a state of unescapable stress, had not. When revealing this to Tiana, she gave her a soft smile, the kind that made Y/N realise she had done good befriending this girl. Curled up in each their blanket and Tiana’s laptop perched on a chair before the bed playing Friends, a pizza in each their lap and the scent of peace in the air, Y/N became aware of the fact that she very much did not think she’d experience anything like this. When she went to uni, she had not thought she’d experience friendship like what her and Tiana shared. And it made her very happy when Tiana asked, “Should we move in together then?”

And so they were. They had been looking at flats, but the two-bed student ones were few, especially in the Battersea, Clapham, Wandsworth, Chelsea and Brixton area. They wanted to stay close to uni, to not have to use the tube as it would be too expensive in the long run.

“We’re going to end up in bloody Hackney if we don’t find a place soon.” Tiana said, crossing her legs.

“We’re both so busy, though.” Y/N reasoned, turning her chair around and resting her legs on the bed. “And besides, Christmas Break starts this Friday, we won’t be able to find somewhere before then.”

Tiana sighed. “Yea, I know. But I so wanted to find something before Christmas.”

“Me too.”

“I found this really nice flat, with hardwood flooring and double beds, but guess where it was?”

“Where?”

“Fucking Holloway.” Tiana rolled her eyes. “I swear to God, nothing nice is anywhere near Battersea uni.”

“Guess loads of pairs are moving in together.” Y/N said. “Finn found a place, he told me last night while we were eating dinner.”

“Really?” Tiana asked. “Where?”

“Alfriston Road. Right by Clapham Common.”

“Of course he’s right by Clapham Common, the lucky git.” Tiana groaned again, taking the elastic band off from around her wrist and putting her hair up in a ponytail. “Why can’t we be lucky?”

“It’s a cruel world.”

“Amen.” Tiana said, looking up at Y/N’s ceiling. “Did he tell you how many he’s moving in with or if it’s just by himself?”

“He didn’t mention anyone, so probs by himself.”

Tiana took her phone out of her hoodie, looking at the time before throwing it down on the bed. “Let’s just keep looking over the Christmas Break, and hopefully we can go to some viewings when we get back.”

Y/N nodded, looking to her open door as the door into the kitchen opened and closed. She saw Annie reaching for the door handle to walk up to the second floor. Never before had Y/N concluded and done something this fast, but she got an idea the second she saw Annie.

“Annie?”

The flatmate looked in at Y/N, giving her a small smile.

“Wanna come chill?”

The smile grew bigger and Annie walked into Y/N’s room, sitting down on the bed next to Tiana who gave her some of her blanket so they could share it and warm each other up.

“Have you thought anything about your housing situation for next year?”

Tiana lit up, gasping a little as she laid a hand on Annie’s thigh, grinning so big that you’d think her face would split in two. Annie, most likely thinking Tiana mad, stared at Y/N with a bit of an open mouth, shaking her head.

“Not really.”

“Do you want to move in with the two of us?” Tiana asked, having caught onto Y/N’s train of thought pretty quickly.

Annie seemed a little shocked, letting her brown eyes scan Tiana’s face and then Y/N’s, going back and forth between the two. Trying to show her with a small smile that it was okay for her to say no, Y/N moved her chair closer to the bed, not wanting Annie to seem intimidated in any way, but also wanting to let her know that she really wished she would say yes. But Annie’s facial expression softened, somehow seeing it on both of her flatmates’ faces that they truly hoped she would move in with them.

“Yea.” Annie said. “Yea, I think that would be good.”

“Yay!” Tiana clapped her hands together before throwing her arms around Annie and laughing into her shoulder. “We’re going to have the best time together, I just know it!”

“We have been trying to find a two-bedroom flat, but it’s literally impossible.” Y/N explained, smiling at Annie.

“God,” Tiana sighed. “We were so scared we’d end up in Hackney, and you just saved us. There are so many three-bedroom places out there, especially around Battersea and Clapham. Oh, my God,” Tiana got out of Y/N’s bed, clapping and jumping up and down. “We might actually find a house together and we’ll have the best time!” She opened her arms, giggling. “Group hug!”

Y/N laughed and both her and Annie got up, the three of them embracing each other and Tiana jumping up and down, her excitement too much for her body to handle. The three friends just stood there holding onto one another, knowing that this might just be the best decision of the year. Euphoria filled all of them, security of having a small indication of what the future would hold for them making the small gang hold onto one another even tighter. They hung out some more, looking at some flats and just chatting about anything and everything. Spencer joined them for a bit, sitting on Y/N’s floor and helping them find someplace nice to live. Whenever he had the time, he’d spend time with the flat, but he was incredibly busy with uni and would mostly spend time in his room. However, he mostly liked hanging out like this when he wasn’t studying; in a relaxed and quiet environment. Spencer revealed he had moved loads growing up, and his dad had shown him what to look for and what questions to ask when going for viewings. He wrote them all down for the gang of three, making them promise to ask him anything if they were unsure about a flat or anything of the sort. As he left and walked on his way to the kitchen, a shout from Ian’s room sounded, clearly excited to see Spencer, and the two boys went into the kitchen where Finn and Becky were hanging out.

Annie left after a while also, explaining that she had a report due tomorrow that she needed to finish. So, once again, it was just Y/N and Tiana in Y/N’s room. Getting up to close the door, Y/N put her laptop back on her desk before turning to Tiana who had suddenly grown very quiet. If it was one thing Y/N didn’t do, it was press for information that wasn’t hers to ask for. Like why Tiana was quiet, or why she had a very distant look in her eyes Y/N had never seen before. Instead, she waited it out till Tiana snapped out of whatever train of thought she had been on, eyes meeting Y/N’s. Y/N let her stare speak volumes, making Tiana sigh heavily as she knew what Y/N was doing. She folded her hands in her lap.

“Danny and I stopped seeing each other.”

Y/N frowned a bit, crossing her arms as she kept silent.

“He… He just said he didn’t want to any longer.” Tiana said. “And I don’t know what to do anymore- What to do with that information. He’s obviously done with us, but… I don’t… I don’t think I am.”

With that, Y/N got out of the chair and sat down with Tiana. Draping the fluffy blanket over herself as well, Y/N wrapped an arm around her friend, silently offering her shoulder to lean on. And Tiana accepted. Head on Y/N’s shoulder and her eyes staring blankly out into nothing, Tiana did not elaborate. Did not air any theories as to why Danny would break them up, or if they had even been serious enough to consider themselves a couple in the first place. But Y/N wouldn’t press for information, wouldn’t force Tiana to say anything she did not want to. It was so unlike Tiana not to talk, not to think out loud, and Y/N knew that if she did not, it would all end in her crying. Danny and Tiana had seen each other loads, had hung out at Danny’s flat in Cotton Row and in Tiana’s room in Westbridge, and it would be weird for Tiana to continue on with life at uni without Danny around her. So, instead of telling Tiana she would be better off without the twat that was Danny Hales; that she could do better than him, Y/N let her embrace speak for her. It was no use talking when talking would cause even more pain; to put words to your feelings and thoughts when your body was already doing that for you. So, the two friends just sat there, leaning against one another and not speaking, because neither of them had to.

It didn’t matter what day of the week it was, students would always found a reason – or just not give a reason at all – to drink. Maybe it had been a rough week; maybe the essay you handed in last night was so shit it gave you a headache; maybe it was because you missed the taste of alcohol on the back of your tongue. Whatever reason, flat 34 of Westbridge had decided to sit down together in the kitchen that Sunday to drink. Tiana, Becky and Y/N had gone to Tesco to get some alcohol each. Tiana helped Y/N pick a bottle of white wine, while both Tiana and Becky got vodka and some cranberry juice themselves. Y/N tried not to make it show just how much she disliked the mere sight of cranberry juice. When they got back, Y/N worked some more on her violin, trying to get the Paganini Caprice No. 24 right. After rehearsing it over and over and over, Y/N seemed to finally start to get the hang of things. She suddenly felt incredibly relieved, like a weight was beginning to lift from her chest and shoulders. After weeks of preparing, she was beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel. With some more days of rehearsing, she would be ready to go for the exam on Tuesday.

Evening came, and Y/N walked out into the kitchen to make herself some dinner. Finn, Ian and Spencer were already sitting by the table eating, giving nods of greeting before continuing on with their conversation.

“That’s what Wade said, at least.” Finn said, shoving a spoonful of soup into his mouth. “On Thursday.”

“But ain’t their flat like… really small?” Ian asked, resting his back against the wall and his speaker in his hand, ready for later.

“Yea, so it’s going to be interesting.” Finn continued, Y/N putting some penne pasta into her saucepan that was starting to heat up. “Probs going to be sick, though.”

“But very crowded and messy.” Spencer continued. Y/N didn’t want to ask what was going on or what they were discussing, the slightly nosy side of her hoped they would elaborate more.

“El and Blessing won’t care, will they?” Finn sighed, sitting back in his chair and sighing heavily. “They rarely care for anyone but themselves, Harry says.”

Y/N looked over at the boys for a second, Ian bobbing his head in agreement and Finn putting his spoon back in his now empty bowl. Quickly, she focused her eyes on her food, swirling a spoon around in her pasta.

“So, Blessing and El are having a party? And neither Wade nor Harry are okay with it?” Spencer asked.

“Nope. Haven’t really been very fond of the two girls since the very beginning, to be honest. Never really spoke warmly of them.” Finn snickered. “Danny is keen, though. And he’s basically the boss, Harry says. Whatever Danny says goes.”

“Huge fan of Harry, are we?” Ian teased, winking at Finn as Spencer snickered. The door into the kitchen opened, Tiana and Becky entering. Y/N smiled at Tiana who walked over to her, giving her a hug as Finn let out a loud laugh.

“Man’s a fucking legend. Simply cannot resist his charm.”

“Who?” Becky asked, sitting now between Spencer and Finn.

“Harry.” Ian said, connecting his phone to the speaker so they could start listening to music.

“Ah.” She nodded, opening her vodka bottle. “Same. Bloody irresistible.”

“You got a thing for him?” Finn asked, getting up to wash his bowl.

“Fancy him like mad. Been trying to make it obvious to him since we started hanging out, but he doesn’t seem to take the hint.” Becky watched Finn as he walked over to the sink, clearly onto something. “You know him well, yea?”

“We chill abouts every day, yea. Why?”

“Ti, can you fetch me a glass, please?” Becky smiled at Tiana who did as she was asked, sitting down in a free chair afterwards. “Thanks.” Becky turned her attention back to Finn. “Could you help me out then?”

Finn put his bowl in the dish drainer. “Want me to tell him you wanna shag?”

“Don’t be blunt about it.” Becky rolled her eyes. “Just ask him if he’s interested and then talk me up.”

“Why can’t you just do it yourself?” Finn walked back and sat down, arms crossed over his chest.

“Because the times I’ve tried talking to him we’ve been around loads of other people, and it really hasn’t been the time.”

“But if you’re hammered at a party, that is the time to talk to him.”

Finn and Becky continued to talk, but Y/N zoned out, not really in the mood to listen in on a conversation she did not care for. She finished her dinner and walked over to the table just as Annie emerged, sitting down beside her. Everyone got their alcohol out, and the flat was at it again. Y/N ate her pasta while sipping on her white wine, feeling the effect of the liquor as early as she always did. She had never really been used to drinking back home in Hawkley, and almost felt ashamed at how fast she felt a little dizzy from the alcohol wrapping itself tightly around her brain. She tried not to say anything, though. Just eating her pasta and keeping quiet unless otherwise spoken to. Once she was done however, she got up out of her seat and walked over to the sink, swaying a little. Ian howled with laughter.

“You alright, Y/N?”

Y/N smiled back at him, and the rest of the gang laughed along. She came back after washing up her dishes, the night continuing on in a blur. They just sat talking, singing along to Don’t Look Back in Anger and moaning about how much each one of them had to do for the tons of exams they had this coming and last week before Christmas. Tiana was complaining about how they should have gotten a Christmas tree for the flat, and at the thought of Christmas, of going home to his family, Finn started crying a bit. It was an incredibly fun night. And around 00:30am, Finn got a snapchat from Wade.

“Bloody hell.” He mumbled. “Boys, look at this.”

He held his phone out for everyone to see. Cotton Row flat 8 did not look good. Alcohol was spilled on the floor, one of the chairs in their little kitchen was ruined, glass was shattered, and something brown was smeared all over their white cupboards.

“Looks like the party El and Blessing held went to literal shit.” Tiana said, pointing to the cupboards, making Y/N giggle.

Finn started texting Wade, concentration etched in the furrows of his brows. The party at flat 8 Cotton Row was soon forgotten as conversation rose around the table again. Y/N sipped the last of her wine, eyes gliding over the room. With the alcohol buzzing through her body, hot numbness in her shoulders, fingers and toes, Y/N felt oddly at peace. The people around the table were people she had now lived with for three months, and she felt very calm around them. Like if she opened her mouth right now to say something, she was somehow sure they wouldn’t look at her weird and mock her. It was a good feeling. And some minutes later, Y/N’s phone vibrated. Thinking it was a text from Edward, she fished the phone out of her pocket to answer him.

Harry Eloise and Blessing had a party at our flat.

Just reading his name made an involuntary smile creep onto Y/N’s face. Biting her bottom lip so no one around the table would see her grinning, she typed back to him.

Y/N Finn showed us a snap Wade sent.

Harry It’s ridiculous. They let people into my room and now it’s fucking disgusting in there.

Y/N frowned a little.

Y/N They let people into your room? Why?

Harry Because they’re both dead from the neck up.

Y/N looked up from her phone to think, but quickly looked down as another text came rolling in.

Harry Said they’d clean it up in the morning, but I don’t really feel like sleeping in a room smelling of apples Sourz.

Y/N Does it smell vile?

Harry Not vile, just of bad memories from my 16-year-old self drinking a whole bottle and throwing up lime green sick at 4am in my bed.

Y/N giggled, and Tiana quickly looked over, eyebrows arched.

“What’s this?”

“Just Edward sending me a meme.” Y/N explained.

Tiana cocked her head a little before looking away from Y/N. Y/N knew she knew it wasn’t Edward she was texting and was very grateful that Tiana didn’t press her for information. Turning back to her phone, Y/N answered.

Y/N I’ve never had some.

Harry You haven’t?

Y/N Nope.

Harry You’re not really missing out. Tastes like sweet piss.

Y/N bit her tongue from laughing out loud. She looked up as Finn threw his head back and laughed, clearly amused by something Spencer had said, who was also laughing. Y/N looked around at everyone, Taking Body by Tove Lo playing in the background as her flatmates started a loud conversation again, laughter hanging comfortably in the air.

Harry Smells like sweet piss as well. Can’t wait to literally gain 5 stone just inhaling Sourz all night.

Y/N You could sleep here.

Y/N didn’t register she was typing it until she had sent the text off to Harry. He usually answered right away, always quick to get back to anyone who wanted his attention, but at this he seemed to stop for a bit. Y/N watched her phone intently, her anxiety taking over as she started typing another message apologising, saying that someone took her phone and sent that message to him as a joke. If there was someone she didn’t want to scare away, it was Harry. She had no idea why, but the time they had spent together had made her very happy, and he seemed to care for her well-being more than most of her friends from back home in Hawkley. She didn’t want him to think that she was offering to have sex with him, that that was the only reason she wanted him to come over. She just didn’t want him to be uncomfortable in his own house. And besides, if El and Blessing said they’d clean it up the next day, then Harry wouldn’t need to sleep over two nights in a row. Y/N was about to hit send.

Harry You sure?

She blinked. Did he want to then? He wasn’t weirded out by her asking? So many questions ran through Y/N’s mind, and none could be answered unless Harry showed up and actually stayed the night.

Y/N Yea.

Harry Cheers. On my way. See you in 10.

Y/N put her phone back on the table, not really knowing what she had just done. If she had not been drunk, then she wasn’t sure she would’ve even had the balls to ask, but with alcohol in her system, asking Harry hadn’t seemed to scary. Not that she thought he’d cut her off if she ever offered her room for him to sleep in would he need it, but putting herself out there, exposing herself to possible rejection, made Y/N so uncomfortable she felt a slight cold shiver go up her spine at the mere thought. Y/N watched as Finn went up to walk to the bathroom and bit her lip as her eyes fell to her phone again. Harry would be here any minute now, and for some reason she felt nervous. Harry would never make her uncomfortable, she knew that, but just being around her made her nervous in a way she had a hard time explaining.

Harry Outside.

Y/N got up from her chair, taking her phone with her and leaving her empty wine bottle on the table. Walking over to the door, she was stopped by Tiana’s cough.

“Where are you going?”

Y/N blinked, mouth falling open as she thought of a reply. “A-A bit tired. Think I’m just going to head to bed.”

“Aww.” Tiana pouted as the conversation around the table continued on. “Hope you wake up well rested tomorrow. Nightie, sweets.”

“Goodnight.”

“Harry!”

Y/N had just opened the door when Finn, emerging from the downstairs toilet, saw Harry waiting outside their front door. Not really knowing what to do now, Y/N stood motionless as Finn opened the door, letting Harry in. With an arm around his shoulders, Finn walked Harry into the kitchen, the biggest grin on his drunk face as they walked into the communal area, stopping in the middle of the room. Y/N watched from the door, biting her lip.

“What’re you doing here, mate? Want a beer?”

“No, I’m good.” Harry answered as Finn let go of him to fetch one for himself.

“You sure? Everyone’s pretty much legless.”

Harry let go of a chuckle. “No, I’m not really here to get drunk, Finn.”

“Oh?” Finn raised his eyebrows. “To see your handsome mate, is that it?”

Harry laughed, and Y/N noticed how Becky seemed to be so entranced, so incredibly captivated by Harry, that she almost felt a little bad. But as soon as that feeling resurfaced, it disappeared. Because looking down at her exposed cleavage, Becky made sure to press her upper arms against her sides, making it bigger. And for some reason, Y/N suddenly didn’t like Becky very much. She hadn’t really cared much for her obsession with Harry before, but this she did not like.

Harry turned around to Y/N. “You good?”

She nodded.

He smiled before looking back at the rest of the gang. “Have a lovely night. Don’t drink too much, Finn.”

The looks on everyone’s faces as Harry turned around, opening the door for Y/N to walk through, was so priceless that Y/N wished she could’ve taken a picture of it. Everyone sat there open-mouthed, either smiling or just completely dumbfounded. The only one who didn’t look either was Becky, who seemed so offended Y/N didn’t know what would happen next time the two of them had a conversation. Harry gave Y/N a small smile, and she walked through the door and down the hall toward her room.

“You sleepy, then?” Harry asked, hands in his black aviator jacket pockets.

“A bit, but once I start brushing my teeth and stuff my brain kind of tells me to become tired enough to go to bed, if it makes sense?”

Harry giggled, walking into Y/N’s room and closing the door. “No.”

She smiled, rolling her eyes at him. “I don’t know how you want… how you want…” She gestured at her bed, avoiding his eyes.

Harry smiled. “I’ll take the floor, Y/N. It’s carpeted.”

“Right.” She nodded. “But do take all the pillows and blankets in my bed and make yourself comfortable on the floor, yea? I know it’s carpeted but once I slept on a carpeted floor and my back hurt for a week.”

Harry laughed, taking his jacket off and hanging it on the hanger by the door. He was wearing a pair of black drawstring waist joggers, a pair of white vans, and a white tee shirt. His glasses were perched on his nose, hair in disarray, but Y/N found him so handsome just then that there didn’t seem to be anything wrong about his hair being a little greasy or a spot starting to form on his chin.

“Why did you sleep on a carpeted floor?” Harry asked, taking his shoes off and walking over to Y/N’s bed to take the 500 blankets and pillows to make his own bed on the floor.

“A friend’s birthday party. I didn’t bring a sleeping bag or air mattress myself.” She said, putting some toothpaste on her toothbrush. “So, I had to sleep on the floor.”

Harry frowned, making his bed. “That’s rough. They could’ve at least given you a proper bed to sleep in if it was at a friends’ house.”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders as she started brushing her teeth. “Didn’t really care.”

Harry stopped putting blankets and pillows on the floor to look over at Y/N, a frown on his face. They shared a glance through the mirror in front of Y/N, and her heart started racing a little.

“Didn’t really have any nice friends back in Hawkley if I’m being completely honest.” She said through her toothbrush, not caring that Harry saw the white of the paste at the edge of her mouth.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m sorry.”

“No need to be.” Y/N said, trying to smile. “I’m here now.”

At this, Harry softened a bit, the edges of his mouth twitching into a smile. “Yea.” He said, something in his voice she couldn’t quite put her finger on. “You are.”

Silence fell over them then, and Y/N watched as Harry made himself comfortable. Laying down on the floor, he whipped his phone out and started texting away and looking through his Instagram feed. Y/N spat out her toothpaste and put face cream on, making sure to rub it in good and softly before she turned all the lights except for the fairy lights above her bed off. She crawled into her bed, still fully clothed and put her duvet comfortably over her frame. Sighing deeply, Y/N opened her phone as well.

Tiana OH YM FUCKING GOD YOU AND HARRY??????

Tiana Y/N I SWEAR TO GOD WHAT THE FUCK

Tiana YOU AND HARRY

Tiana ARE YOU SHAGGING?? TELL ME YOU’RE NOT ONLY SHAGGING HIM HE’S WAY TOO CUTE TO ONLY BE A SHAG

Tiana BECKY IS SO FUCKIGN MAD OH MY GOD Y/N

Giggling, Y/N answered Tiana.

Y/N El and Blessing’s guests trashed his room so I offered my floor for the night.

Tiana So you’re just friends?

Y/N Yea.

Tiana Sounds fake, but okay.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you.” Harry said a she put his phone on silent and turned it off. “What is your favourite thing to eat in the whole entire world?”

Y/N frowned. “Favourite… thing? You mean food, right?”

“No.” Harry said. “I mean thing, like do you enjoy eating loo rolls or books better?”

Y/N laughed, and so did Harry, grinning up at her in the faint light above her.

“No, I mean foods, yea.”

Y/N hummed as she thought for a bit. “Probably Caramels.”

“Caramel?”

“The Scottish biscuits?”

“Oh!” Harry nodded. “Right. Yea, yea, yea. They’re fucking delicious.”

“I know!”

Harry smiled. “Mine has got to be Chinese takeout. Tastes as good the morning after as it does fresh.”

“Never had it.”

Harry paused. “You’ve never had Chinese?”

“I come from a small village in the middle of nowhere in Hampshire, of course I haven’t.” Y/N said. “I’ve basically been eating Sunday Roast seven days a week for 19 years.”

Harry huffed. “Nothing better than a good Sunday Roast, yea?”

“Absolutely nothing.” Y/N agreed.

“Best thing about a Sunday Roast?”

“The Yorkshires.”

“What?!” Harry narrowed his eyes. “No way! It’s the potatoes. Everyone knows the roast potatoes are the best thing about life itself.”

“I stand by what I said.”

“Roast potatoes with gravy?” Harry suggested. “Come on, it’s the best thing invented.”

“It’s good, but not as good as Yorkshires with gravy.” Y/N giggled as Harry closed his eyes in frustration. “Sorry.”

Harry removed his glasses, rubbing his hands over his face. “I cannot believe this.”

“Can’t believe you’ve done this?”

Harry’s arms fell to his sides. “A Vine reference, huh?”

“You know them?”

“Know them?” Harry smiled. “I breathe them, darling.”

Y/N giggled. “Good, couldn’t have been seen with you if you didn’t.”

Harry smiled, rubbing at his eyes. It was 1am after all, so no wonder both of them were tired and ready for bed. But Y/N started talking before she could help herself. She saw the tattoos on his right arm, from his elbow and down to his wrist. All the numbers she had been thinking about for well over a month now. Needing to know what they meant.

“Your tattoos.” Y/N blurted. “What do they mean?”

Harry put his glasses on again before holding his arm up so they both could see them. “Promise not to think I’m a bloody plonker for it?”

“You already are in general so-“

“-Alright!” Harry looked up at her, making her laugh. “Don’t hold back! Do fire off insults!”

“I’m sorry!” Y/N chuckled. “I won’t think you daft. Go on.”

Harry held his arm up again. “It’s all the articles that made me want to study Law.”

Y/N smiled a little, intrigued.

“Which articles?”

“Most from the Human Rights and Equality Commission.” He explained. “The Human Rights Act.”

Without thinking, Y/N reached forward and placed her index at the very top where 2.1 was written. Slowly she let her finger trace down until it reached Harry’s pulse, to the light blue veins there, that beat along to the rhythm of his heart. Harry looked up at her, studying her make-up less face and the look on her face. He hadn’t expected her to touch him like this, to want to know about his tattoo, to want to know him like this, but he couldn’t help but want to share every little detail of his life with her. So, tearing his eyes away from her face, he glanced at her finger until she drew back, wondering if she had felt just how quick his heart had been beating.

“2.1.” Y/N said, eyes taking in the tattoos.

“Article 2: Right to life.” Harry said. “’Everyone’s right to life shall be protected by law. No one shall be deprived of his life intentionally save in the execution of a sentence of a court following his conviction of a crime for which the penalty is provided by law.’”

Y/N met his eyes. “You know the articles?”

He smiled. “Each and every one.”

Y/N smiled back, looking at his forearm. “10.1?”

“Article 5: Freedom of expression.” He started. “’Everyone has the right to freedom of expression. This right shall include freedom to hold opinions and to receive and impart information and ideas without interference by public authority and regardless of frontiers.’”

Y/N, incredibly fascinated, went on. “7.1?”

“Article 7: No punishment without law.” Harry smiled at how much she wanted to know. “’No one shall be held guilty of any criminal offence on account of any act or omission which did not constitute a criminal offence under national law at the time when it was committed. Nor shall a heavier penalty be imposed than the one that was applicable at the time the criminal offence was committed.”

Y/N closed her eyes, the sound of Harry’s soothing voice lulling her to sleep. “You really know all this?”

“Yea.” Harry let his arm rest beside him. “I do.”

Y/N smiled. “That’s so impressive.”

“Is it?”

“I didn’t know any of the human rights.” She giggled. “Well, I knew some but not this well.”

Harry smiled, studying her as she fell closer and closer to sleep. “It’s what I study after all.”

“Yea, but you’re good at it.”

“At remembering?”

“Yea.”

“I’ve always found law and stuff like that interesting. It’s what ties all of humanity together in a way, you know? The Human Rights are something we all have in common; something we all strive for and work for.”

Y/N smiled a little wider. “I love that.”

“I want to work in the EU, maybe move to Brussels.”

“Do you know what you’d do? Like what kind of job you’d have?”

Harry shook his head, but when looking up at Y/N, seeing that her eyes were close and her breathing heavy, he stopped himself from answering. She might not be totally asleep, but she was close to it. And he wasn’t about to wake her. She’d had a long day probably. So, giving her a little smile, Harry flicked the switch on the plug, letting the room fall into darkness, and he went to sleep also.

Tuesday, 9 December 2014

“Y/N, your turn.” Mr Goddard said, motioning for Y/N to get out of her seat and walk to the front of the class.

Y/N had been deep in her own thoughts until she heard her name being called. Mentally, she had been in her bed that previous Monday morning, Harry standing hunched by her bed, shaking her lightly awake. She had rubbed her eyes and glanced at him while he smiled at her.

“I’m sorry.” He had said. “Wish I didn’t have to wake you up, but felt weird not telling you that I was leaving.”

Y/N frowned. “You’re… You’re leaving?”

Looking down on the floor she saw that his bed was indeed gone. All her pillows and blankets laid folded on her desk. Blinking a few times, she started sitting up in bed.

“No, no, no.” Harry said, pushing her lightly down. “No need to wake up, know you don’t have any lectures on Mondays.”

Y/N frowned. “How?”

“Finn.”

Y/N nodded, looking at her blankets again.

“But I do.” Harry informed. “Completely forgot I did, but I have one in approximately-“ He checked the time on his phone. “-15 minutes.”

Y/N nodded again, not really knowing what to say.

“I’ll see you, yea?”

She nodded again. And then Harry walked out of her room and away. She had not seen him since. But as she rose to her feet in Ensemble I, Y/N forgot all about Harry and Sunday night, Monday morning, and everything in between, before, and after. With her violin in her hand, she walked to the front of class, looking at all of the students before her. Teresa smiled at her, giving her a thumbs up, and Y/N tried to calm herself down, knowing that if she did just that, then everything would turn out fine. Placing the sheets on the stand in front of her just in case, Y/N brought the violin up to her neck and chin. She closed her eyes, trying to relax completely before opening them again to focus on the sheet before her, and then on the piece.

Paganini’s Caprice No. 24 started flowing from Y/N’s violin as she played. With a light grip of her fingers and thumb, bow gliding over the strings quickly, Y/N felt in complete control. If one managed to play a Paganini piece without failing, one felt like the most powerful person in the universe afterward, like playing it was like overcoming a hug obstacle. As much as Y/N loved playing the violin, the feeling afterward when you were done, having completed and mastered a tricky piece, she felt so amazing it was hard to properly put into words.

Pressing her fingers onto the fingerboard as hard and fast as she possibly could, a furrow to her brow as she tried to concentrate. But her mind suddenly went elsewhere. She started thinking about going home. The sight of the Picot Farm when driving down the mud road, trees surrounding her and birds singing all around. Edward in the gate into the farm, waving his arms at her and shouting her name. The cows not even a little bit interested in the vehicle making its way past them. Suddenly, it was very hard to concentrate on the piece. It was hard to move her fingers quick enough and it was hard to see the notes through the blurriness of her eyes.

She failed. Stopping completely once she started hitting the wrong notes; once it all started to sound very bad. Panicked, Y/N looked down at her sheet, blinking away the tears, and then meeting Teresa’s gaze. She smiled at her, mouthing at her to try again.

“Again.” Goddard said.

Y/N knew you got three tried in total. So, she had to play her best this time or the time after. Leaning her chin on the violin again, she glanced at the neck, her fingers lightly pressed against it as she started playing again. She watched her fingers this time, knowing that if she saw herself play then surely she couldn’t do anything wrong. Quickly, her fingers moved over the strings, Paganini once again gracing the room. Everyone was impressed. Y/N was an incredible violinist, she knew this herself as the only thing she was really confident about was her ability to play the violin. When she played and felt the quietness around her, all eyes on her and her violin, she didn’t much mind being the centre of attention. As long as it was the kind of attention she wanted herself, that she created, then she liked it.

But as she started thinking about everyone else in the room, about what everyone else might be thinking of her where she stood, she lost focus again. This time quicker than the one before. It was then that she realised just how bad she had screwed herself over by picking a Paganini piece, especially Caprice No. 24 that needed all the focus and discipline in the world. It was such a complex and fast-tempoed piece, and Y/N knew right then that whichever way she played this next and last time, she would not be able to go through with it.

“Go on, Y/N.” Goddard said.

No matter how much Y/N didn’t like him, there was a tone of encouragement in his voice that made her sigh with relief. She started once again, looking at her fingers and then at the sheet. But she missed another note, placed her index incorrectly, felt a drop of sweat run down the back of her neck, and knew right away that she was done. Removing her violin from her shoulder, she looked at Goddard, giving him the slightest smile before walking back to her seat next to Teresa. The seminar room was a little to quiet, and no one seemed to move or breathe or speak until Goddard called the name of the next student. Y/N put her violin away and sat back up, straightening her back and bringing her phone forth. She found her mum in her messages.

Y/N I’m going home for Christmas today, can dad and Edward pick me up at the train station around 8? Just failed an exam and I don’t want to be here anymore. I’ll leave as soon as my seminar is over.

She put her phone away again, looking up at the boy who sat down in front of the piano. Swallowing hard, Y/N fought the tears from falling, knowing that once one did, the rest of surely follow. Teresa reached over and took Y/N’s hand in hers, squeezing it hard. When looking over at her friend she didn’t look at her, Teresa’s eyes were on the guy playing. And for some reason, not having anyone look at her right then, was exactly what Y/N needed as she felt her bottom lip almost wobble.

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Fine Line

Chapter 2 - I don’t want to be alone

December 20th 2019

“Hey Bowie?” Clara said in her high pitched dog voice and watched as Bowie titled his head to listen to her “Do you want to wake up uncle Harry?”

Bowie jumped down off the bed and ran straight to Clara’s bedroom door waiting for her to open it.

“Ok let’s go big dog, go jump on uncle Harry!” she opened the door and let Bowie out to the living room where a very hungover Harry was snoring on the couch. Now the thing that Clara had learnt best about Bowie over the last few days was that he had absolutely no understanding of personal space so as soon as he saw Harry on the couch, he jumped up and Harry groaned as he landed on his belly.

“Noooo” he moaned “Too early”

“It’s 8am Harold” Clara chimed “Time to drive home for christmas”

Christmas was Clara's favorite time of year and as a result she unusually started preparing in october and she had a ready made playlist of christmas songs to play at any given moment. So she pulled her phone from the pocket of her hoodie and pressed play on “I’ll be home for Christmas” and turned it up as loud as she possibly could.

Harry rolled over and squeezed his eyes shut, “ 5 more minutes”

“Big night then?” she said, sitting herself down at the end of the couch where Harry’s legs were tucked up and Bowie crawled over to snuggle up to his new mum.

“Mmmhmm” he sighed “got back at 4 am”

`

“So I guess I’m driving then?”

“You’re amazing” he smiled, without opening his eyes again.

The morning was slow, Clara made Harry some eggs on toast and then found the biggest travel mug she could for his coffee and one that was only slightly smaller for her own. She packed Bowie's bag of toys and training treats and by the time they packed the car, double and triple checked that they had everything including the presents and the ingredients for the pudding that Clara was going to make, it was 10am and Harry was starting to feel a little more alive albeit a little tired.

“There are shops in holmes chapel Ra” Harry said as he shut the boot to the car “if it turns out that we’ve forgotten the custard I will go out and get it”

“Right let’s go then” clara smiled “and you can face Anne when there’s no custard because they’re sold out”

“I’ll make the fucking custard” he laughed as he pulled the door open and hopped in the car.

"Hi Bowie" he chimed as the dog who was sitting on the back seat of the car rested his head on the shoulder of the passenger seat "you're pretty cute little dude"

Clara's heart swelled, she had grown to love Bowie more than anything else and it was nice to see that she wasn't alone.

The journey was slow. Traffic was almost at a standstill on the highway that would take them out of London and into the countryside, but that was to be expected this close to christmas. Clara imagined what it would be like christmas eve and became very thankful that herself and Harry had the kinds of jobs they could take extra time off from.

“I’m dreaming of a white christmas” Harry sang, turning the stereo up as they came to a stand still once again

“Just like the ones I used to know” Clara sang, horribly out of tune

“Where the treetops glisten '' Harry giggled his way through the next few lines as Clara continued to sing out of time and tune.

“It’s a good thing you’re a lawyer” He said when the song ended

“You’re saying I couldn’t make it as a singer?” Clara said, pretending to sound offended

“On no, I think you’d be great” Harry laughed “With a lot of autotune and lip sync”

“I’ve learnt to lip sync your entire album, so I’ll take your next tour off your hands”

“Yeah great” Harry nodded “You do that, I’ll write the next album and you can tour that”

“We make a great team” Clara laughed “Too bad you look like a troll and you can’t tour for yourself”

Harry shrugged “Hey, I’m just keeping you in a job”

Clara laughed “Alright” she said steering the conversation in a more serious direction “Tell me about Shelly”

Harry shrugged and sighed at the same time, running his hands through his hair “there’s not much to say really, unless you want details about all the sex we’ve had”

“Nope” Clara said definitely “There’s got to be more to it than that H, she was at the show last night, I know you, you don’t invite your fuck buddies to things like that”

“She didn’t stay long though, did she?” Harry was blushing mostly because Clara was right, there was more to it than that, he just wasn’t ready to admit it to himself yet.

“No, I think she was gone before the end of the first song”

“Exactly” Harry nodded

“And you’re not just downplaying this because I’m sad and single now?”

“No” he shook his head “you never downplayed your happiness when I was sad and single”

“Fair pont” she said keep her eyes fixed on the road “Just be careful H, I only spoke to her for a minute so take what I say as a grain of salt, but she seemed like the type to collect trophies”

“What do you mean?” he asked

“Well you’re not exactly some unknown, undiscovered musician, gigging around London, sleeping with you gains serious bragging rights, she seems like the type to want them”

“I actually thought the opposite” he pondered, looking out the window and playing with his lips. A habit that he’s picked up over years

Clara’s heart sank, she hated that he couldn’t see what she and Gemma had thought was so obvious “Like I said, grain of salt, and if you’re happy, I’m happy, just be careful”

He smiled “Don’t tell Mum? Yeah”

“I’m not making any promises, Anne knows how to get me talking”

“Well I might just tell Jenny about …… “

“About what Styles? Jenny and I have no secrets”

He sighed “Maybe you should”

“So what kept you out until 4am if Shelly left the show so early?”Clara decided to turn the subject back around to Shelly so that he wouldn’t ask how she was feeling about the break up, because if she was honest, she didn’t know how she was feeling.

“Mostly stupidity” he rubbed his eyes “But I also went back to her place at about midnight”

“So you’re saying you slept on my couch right after you had sex with her?”

“Yep” he nodded

“Did you shower first?”

“Kinda” he smirked

“How do you “kinda”” Clara said using her hands to make air quotes “have a shower”

“Well we had sex in the shower”

Clara laughed “Of course. Oh God” she sighed dropping her head a little without taking her eyes off the road “I miss having a sex life”

“You’ve only been single for like a week” Harry said, trying to make her feel better without saying too much about Will

“Yeah but I haven’t had sex in months, I knew the break up was coming” she said honestly

“Well you certainly weren’t” Harry giggled tentatively

Claral laughed and playfully slapped his knee “Fuck you Styles”

He shrugged “You can if you want”

“Excuse me” Clara had to fight the urge to slam her foot on the breaks and avoid a collision the the motorway

“I’m joking Ra” Harry laughed, although he wasn’t entirely sure that he was. Somewhere in the back of his mind he’d always had the idea that he and Clara would end up together.

“Good” Clara giggled nervously “Because I know where that’s been” she gestured towards his crotch

“And I know where that’s been,” he said, doing the same movements towards her, a smile etched on his face so that she knew he was joking “and it’s looking a bit dusty”

Clara laughed “I won’t take this abuse” she said jokingly “Keep going and I’ll pull over right here and you can walk back to holmes chapel”

Harry reached out and turned the music back up to almost full volume

“It’s beginning to look a lot like christmas” he sang along with michael buble

“Everywhere you go” Clara joined in and that was that for the rest of the trip. They sang as loud as they could and laughed at each other singing out of tune. They made up stories about the cars passing by and spoke about just about anything, relishing in the time they got to spend together, enjoying each other's company because they knew that in just a few weeks, Harry would be off again, and they would be a part for most of the new year. Or so they thought.

***

December 25th, 2019.

It was 6am. It was still dark outside but Clara and Bowie were wide awake. Like little kids on christmas morning, they were excited. Well at least Clara was. Bowie just knew that he’d get some kibble as soon as Clara got out of bed. But Clara had so much to do this morning, she was responsible for christmas lunch this year and she hadn’t even made so much as a dessert. But christmas was here and there was no way that she was going to allow the day to be anything less than festive.

“Right then Bowie,” she yawned “let’s get this show on the road”

The dog lifted his head, looked at Clara as she spoke and flopped back down again when she was done, as if to tell her that it was far too early for an adult to be getting up on Christmas morning. And it was clearly too early for him to be having any breakfast.

Clara laughed and swung her legs out of the bed, “You can stay in bed if you then, but I will be cooking a chicken later, you might want to get up for that”

Bowie groaned and Clara laughed as she put on her dressing gown and walked out of the room. It was a cold morning, but the house was so well heated she would never have guessed that there was frost outside.

The thing about Christmas in Holmes Chapel was that it was full of chosen family. Clara and Harry’s parents had both split up when they were really little, Clara’s when she was four and Harry’s when he was seven and ever since then, their mums had banded together to make sure that christmas was as festive and magical as possible. And Harry and Clara had always wanted to carry on the tradition now that they were all grown up and usually only home for christmas.

Clara walked into the kitchen and switched the kettle on, still feeling a little sleepy, she didn’t turn the light on and walked straight into Harry, who was standing in front of the pantry.

“Morning” he said sounding as if he was still half asleep

“What are you doing up so early?” Clara questioned “And why are you just standing there”

“I just got off the phone with Shelly”

“Oh gross” Clara sighed “well could you move so I can get to the tea”

Harry took an over exaggerated step to the left “It wasn’t that kind of phone call”

“Why else would she be calling you before 6am on christmas day - you want one?” She held up a tea bag.

He nodded “To wish me a Merry Christmas” all of a sudden all of the colour drained from his face and he gulped before he could finish his sentence “and to tell me that she’s pregnant”

Clara paused as she reached for the kettle and looked up at Harry “She’s what now?”

“She’s having my baby” he huffed and threw his hands up in the air

“And how are we feeling about that? Clara stepped lightly, she didn’t want to say anything that might offend him right at this moment in time.

“Confused” he shrugged “I was so careful, I used condoms every time and she told me she was on the pill, I can’t be a dad right now, I’ll be on tour when it’s born”

“Did you tell her that?”

“Yeah” he nodded “she told me to cancel, she wants to keep it” he ran his hands through his hair “I don’t know what to do Ra? Tell me what to do?”

She gestured towards the bar stool that sat at the kitchen bench and put his cup of tea down next to him “do you want a baby?”

He sighed “I mean, yeah, one day, but fuck not right now”

“And more importantly” Clara looked at him sternly “Do you want one with Shelly?”

He took a sip of his tea “No” he said plainly

“Well there’s your answer”

“But she wants to keep it Ra, I can’t just ghost her now and it’s not like I’m not going to love the kid, but it’s just horrible timing”

“I think you need to talk to shelly in person”

“Yeah” he nodded “I do….” he paused “Can you come with me? Might be handy to have a family lawyer right there”

“Might be a bit intimidating right at the beginning H” Clara admitted “I’ll get you through the custody and child support battles if that’s what you want, but you need to sit down with her and get all your feelings out on the table first - and then if she doesn’t cooperate, call me and I’ll go full lawyer on her”

“Lawyer on who?” Anne said, walking into the kitchen wrapping her dressing gown tight around her to keep her body heat in.

“Oh no one” Harry smiled his charming smile “Merry Christmas Mum”

“Oh Merry Christmas my boy” she wrapped her arms around him “It’s so nice to have you home”

His head sank into Anne’s shoulder and suddenly everything didn’t seem so urgent or stressful

“Good to be here mum” he sighed happily

“Now Clara” she said pulling away from Harry “Merry Christmas Dear”

“Merry Christmas Anne” she smiled “Thanks for having us all in your house”

“Oh it’s no trouble, you’re doing most of the work love, I’ve just got spare rooms. Now,” she clapped her hands “How can I help?”

Clara smiled “You can’t, make yourself a cup of tea and relax Anne, you deserve it”

“Relax this year before you have a grandchild to dote on next year” Harry thought to himself before smiling at his mother and handing her a teabag, butterflies filling his stomach, the thought of being a father still sinking in.

“If you insist” Anne shrugged, “I’ll be in the living room if you need anything”

Harry waited until Anne was as far away as possible and then whispered “I think I have to go back to London tomorrow, talk to shelly”

Clara shook her head “No” she said “you need a few days to get your head around it all. Work out what you want and have a clear head when you talk to her”

“Breaking up with someone are we H?” Ben, Clara's brother said walking into the kitchen.

“No” he laughed nervously “One of the PR managers at my label is trying to get me to get caught by the paparazzi while I’m home” This wasn’t a lie. They’d been bugging him about that for a while now, but right now it was the least of his worries.

“Maybe your job isn’t as great as it looks” Ben shrugged “anyway, Merry Christmas” he smiled “What kind of feast are we having Ra?”

“Well you’re having a roast chicken and Harry and Gemma are having a nut roast”

“Sounds delicious, what can I do?”

“Nothing yet” Clara smiled wishing he would go away so she could finish her conversation with Harry “Go sit down and get warm by the fire, I can see the goosebumps on your arms”

Ben nodded and left the room, feeling a little awkward for not helping and Clara turned to Harry.

“You need to get your head around this pretty fast H, because if she’s already saying she’s going to keep it, I can almost guarantee you she won’t be changing her mind. And I know you, you won’t just be a child support dad, so when we get a chance after lunch has happened, we’re going for a walk, and were going to talk this through until you know what you really want from this”

Harry’s face had turned a ghostly white “Ok” he nodded

“And until then” clara smiled “I’m going to distract you, see those carrots over there?”

He nodded again

“Peel them” Clara said “and the boil them in that pot”

“I can do that” he sighed “But then what”

“Well then you can chop the nuts” Clara took a sip of her tea and tried to empty her head of the idea that Harry was going to be a father and work out where the hell she needed to start for this christmas lunch, which she had refused help with.

***

Holmes Chapel was really beautiful in winter. The trees glistened with frost that had never melted from that morning and paths looked like something straight out of a fairy tale. Harry and Clara had managed to escape their families for a little while, using Bowie as the perfect excuse to go for a walk in the cold. It had been almost eight hours since Shelly had told Harry that she’s pregnant but the information had barely sunken in.

“What are your thoughts H?” Clara asked after five minutes of walking in silence

“I don't have any” Harry admitted “I don’t want a baby right now Ra, but I’ve got one and I don’t know what to do”

Clara nodded, “I think the first thing you need to think about is what you want your relationship with Shelly to look like.”

“I don’t know” he said firmly “I really like her but this makes it very serious very fast”

“It does” Clara nodded “But I’m not sure you’re in a position to be picky about that right”

“I guess we’re better off working out that we don’t work together before the baby arrives”

“That’s one way to look at it…” Bowie spotted something and launched himself forward “Bowie” Clara said firmly “with me”

“Or it could work and I’d have a ready made happy family before I thought I would”

“Yeah” Clara sighed, little apprehensively, “This could be great for you”

“What do I do if it’s a disaster”

“You call me” Clara said “and we do everything we legally can to get the custody agreement that suits you”

“I’d want all of it” He admitted

“I know” Clara smiled “But I wanted you to say that, so that you’d realise that this is not such a disaster”

“I hate it when you do that” Harry smiled down at clara

“Do what?” she smirked

“Know what I’m thinking before I’m thinking it”

“Oh that” Clara blushed “I’ve been doing that since we were 5”

He nodded and sighed “I guess I’m going to be a dad next year then”

[atlafan]

Take it Slow - Part Thirty-Nine

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: TW - Mentions of past abuse! Angst.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

You follow Harry and wait for him to finish peeing, as he really needed to go before he could elaborate further. He sits on the bed next to you.

“So…what about marriage exactly?”

“Lou’s gettin’ ready to propose to El soon.” The color comes back into your face. “Why, what did you think I meant?”

“I…don’t know. Um, so when’s he going to do it?”

“That’s what we were talkin’ about. Said he wanted me there to take pictures without her knowin’. Soon, I think. He still needs to buy the ring. They’ve been together a long time, seems like the next best step.”

“They really love each other.”

“I think they wanna start growin’ their family more, but he knows she wants to be married first. He doesn’t personally care about the order of things. But he’d do anythin’ t’make her happy because she does so much t’make him happy.”

It warmed your heart to hear him talk about them like that. And it made you so happy to know he would want to be involved in such a special moment.

“Being an adult is wild sometimes.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, it’s like all of a sudden you and everyone around you starts checkin’ off these societal boxes, and sometimes you don’t even realize you’re doin’ it.” He sighs. “I barely see him as it is, once they really settle down…” He twiddles his thumbs in his lap. “I don’t know, it’s stupid.” You put your hand on his shoulder.

“It’s not stupid honey, I know how much you care about Louis. I felt the same way when Kate got married, well maybe not the same exact way. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a stronger friendship like the one you and Louis have.”

“He’s a couple year’s older than I am, he did the university thing a little later. I just always sort of looked up to him, for whatever reason. He had more life experience, I could ask him anythin’. He was always there f’me, and f’Niall too. He’s like the big brother I never had.” He looks at you. “Sometimes you don’t realize that some of the best years of your life are happenin’, you know?”

“Yeah, I get it.” You give him a comforting smile.

“But then again, some of the best are ahead.” He kisses your cheek. “I’ve never felt this way before…about another person. I know next week it’ll only have been five months between us, and I know it looks like we moved fast in some cases, but I…just needed to have you in my life, as my own.” His words burn into you in the best possible way. “I’m so glad we’re doin’ all this, no one else I’d rather be livin’ with.”

“Other than Louis or Niall.” You giggle.

“Yeah, other than them.” He giggles too. “Seriously though, I love you so much.”

“I love you, Harry.” You kiss him. He looks down at his hands and twists the rose shaped ring on his ring finger.

“You mentioned that this was your favorite ring of mine.”

“Mhm.”

“Would you…like to have it?”

“Oh Harry, I couldn’t take your jewelry from you.”

“Please, just try it on, I’d like you to have it.” He takes it off and smirks. “M’actually not sure what finger this would even fit on, your fingers are so much smaller than mine.”

“Here try the middle.” You hold out your right middle finger.

The only other ring you wore was on your right ring finger. It was just a simple clatter ring, which you were more than happy to flip over when you and Harry made things official months ago.

“It’s a tad loose.” You giggle. “But I don’t mind, I don’t like when rings are super tight.”

“Yeah, but you might lose it. What size do you wear, I could have it resized.”

“But then it wouldn’t really be yours anymore. You wouldn’t be able to wear it when you wanted.”

“I’d only want you to wear it.”

“Well, I know my ring finger is a seven, so my middle is probably an eight. Let me see how it goes wearing it like this in the office tomorrow. If it comes off a bunch we can get it resized.” He smiles.

“Alright.” You hold out your hand to look at it.

“It really is a gorgeous ring.”

“Gorgeous ring for a gorgeous girl.”

“Are you sure you won’t miss it?”

“Just gives me an excuse to buy another one.” You scrunch your face. “What?”

“Nothing, my nails are just super chipped. I think I’m gonna paint them.” You get up and grab your polish remover, and a few different colors. “Care to join me in the living room? We can get set up on the coffee table.”

“We?”

“Sure. I have a nail kit, I’ll do both of ours.”

“Deal.”

You both go out to the living room. You start with Harry’s nails first. You trim his cuticles and file his nails after removing the polish.

“Do ya have any pastels love? I really like that peach color.”

“Sure!” You go through your bag of polish and find the one he’s looking for. “This one right?”

“Yup.”

You carefully put the color on his nails. You work on your own nails next.

“What color are you goin’ with?”

“You’ve inspired me to do a pastel as well, I think this purple?”

“Ohh, I like that color a lot.”

You paint your nails, and put them out in front of you to look at. You’re happy with your work.

“Who needs to go to a salon?” You laugh.

“I personally enjoy the hand massage you get at the end, but this was nice too.” He turns the TV on, and you blow on your nails. “Do mine.”

“You’re such a baby, blow on your own nails.” You giggle.

“Awww c’mon.” You roll your eyes, and bring his hands up to your face. You blow cool air on his nails.

“It’s quick drying polish, should be dry enough soon.” You put his arm around you, and lean into him. “Ugh, I do not want to go to work tomorrow.”

“Same here. Back to reality. M’gonna really miss bein’ able to fuck you at any hour of the day. I’ll have t’come to your office on your lunch breaks.” You look up at him and scoff.

“Very funny.”

“M’serious, I’ll do it.”

“There’s no way in hell I’d ever have sex in my office. That kind of stuff only happens on TV or in a movie.”

“Sure it does.”

“Harry!”

“What?”

“Have you had sex where you work before?”

“Not where I work, no.”

“You’re a deviant.” He laughs.

“Are you going to tell me you never had sex where you shouldn’t have?” Your cheeks heat up.

“Why do we always talk about our past hookups?”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Yes it is, I don’t want to discuss that kind of stuff anymore.”

“Just when you’re drunk.”

“Excuse me?”

“The other night, several of us revealed we’ve had threesomes, including yourself.” You groan and cover your ears. “Why are getting so shy about it all of a sudden?”

“Because I…I really don’t want to think about anyone else I’ve slept with. You’re the only person I want to think about in that way, alright?” He kisses the top of your head.

“Alright.” You both turn your attention back to the TV. “So…that was a no on fooling around at your office.”

“A big no.”

“Probably for the best, don’t think you’d be able to keep yourself quiet.”

“Me?!” You scoff. “Have you heard yourself when you really get going?”

“Maybe we should record it sometime and then we can see who’s louder.” You roll your eyes so hard you feel like they’re going to roll right out of your head.

“You’re a little stinker today, aren’t you?”

“What’s a matter? You don’t wanna make a sex tape that could potentially be leaked to everyone we know?” He asks sarcastically. “Pity.”

“You’re an idiot.” You laugh.

He tackles you down on the couch, and tickles you, making you laugh harder.

“Take it back.”

“Please! It’s too much!” Your eyes start to water. “I take it back!” He stays hovering over you. He gives you a second to catch your breath.

“That was easier than I thought.” He chuckles.

“I hate being tickled.” He kisses your cheek and then just under your earlobe. Your breathing hitches when he sinks his teeth in.

“Can I ask you something?” He sits up, and helps you sit up too.

“Sure.”

“Um…it’s about going in from behind.”

“Harry.”

“Can ya just tell me what about that position frightens you? Maybe there’s somethin’ I could do to-“

“No!” You stand up immediately. “I don’t have to explain anything to you if I don’t want to.”

“You don’t need to get upset, let’s just talk about it.”

“I don’t want to talk about it! This is the third time you’ve asked me about this, you should just take no for an answer. You’re lucky we’re even having sex at all, you know that right?”

“You know what? Just fucking drop it, okay? Forget I said anythin’.” You were riled up now, you couldn’t just drop it.

You mumble something under your breath and walk towards the bedroom. You slam the door closed. Harry sighs and puts his head in his hands. Before he can get up to go check on you, you’re coming back out, completely changed into your gym clothes, searching for your keys.

“Where are you goin’?”

“Where the fuck do you think?” His face falls.

“Don’t talk to me like that, please.” You roll your eyes and he stands up. “I swear to god, if you roll your eyes at me one more time.” You slip your sneakers on and get in his face.

“You’ll do what Harry?” He looks at you, jaw clenched. “That’s what I thought.” You brush by him and grab your jacket. Just as you’re about to leave, you sigh, and turn around to look at him. You were never one that liked to leave angry. “I’ll be back in a little while. I just need to cool off, okay?”

“Okay.”

//

While running on the treadmill, you try to wrack your brain on how your day did a complete 180. You had a nice lunch with his friends, and he even gave you one of his rings! You had a nice time doing his nails, and then…he just had to bring that up. You turn the speed up to run faster. How could you possibly look at him and explain that that was the position you were assaulted in. You knew he’d be gentle with you. Maybe you’d have a flash or two, and then maybe you’d feel better. You were looking forward to your next appointment with Dr. Mara now more than ever. Luckily, you planned to see her during your lunchbreak tomorrow, so you wouldn’t have to wait too much longer.

It wasn’t Harry’s fault, you were just mad that he brought it up again. You thought he understood that was a no go for now. Maybe you’d be able to work up to it, but right now the thought was just too scary. And what was it about that specific position that he wanted to do it so bad? You gave him everything else you possibly could. To be fair, you both had stuck to pretty basic positions. He was either on top, or you were. You used to like doing it from behind, you knew he’d be able to get in much deeper that way. The thought sends a shiver up your sweaty back.

Harry didn’t know what to do with himself while you were gone. He thought he might go to the gym too, but he also wanted to be home when you got back so he could apologize for setting you off. He was sort of annoyed with you. You could really act like a brat sometimes. He hated when you’d roll your eyes during an argument. It was something you did a lot, and it went right up his ass. He groans, and grabs his keys. To the gym he goes. He kept his gloves and bag in the trunk of his car.

The punching bag was the perfect thing to take his mind off your fight. He only stayed for about forty-five minutes. He didn’t like the idea of you coming back to an empty apartment. He was sitting on the couch shirtless, hair half up in a little pony on the top of his head, taking the tape off from around his wrists when you walked in. Usually he’d take the tape off at the gym, but he was in a rush. You were a sweaty mess. After running two miles, almost three, you did a few different strength sets. You furrow your brows at him. You had never actually seen Harry after a workout.

“You go to the gym too?” You ask quietly.

“Yeah.”

“That’s good.” He had so much power over you, and you had no idea if he knew it or not. He looked good enough to eat. “Your hair looks cute like that.” The smallest smile creeping on your lips, looking at the little hair tree on his head.

“Gotta keep it off of m’forehead somehow.” He shrugs, finishing with the tape. He gets up to throw it away. He leans against the island and looks at you while you guzzle down some water. “I need to go rinse off. Did you wanna go first, or can I?” Both of your eyebrows raise.

“Um, you can go first if you want.”

“Thanks.”

He turns and goes into the bathroom. You go into the bedroom once you hear the bathroom door click. You strip yourself of your sweaty clothes, and wrap a towel around yourself, waiting for your turn in the bathroom. He was in and out quick since the two of you showered earlier today. His towel hangs low on his waist when he comes out. You swallow hard.

“Left the water on for ya.” He says without looking at you. This sets you off again.

Why the fuck was he mad? You roll your eyes again and suck your teeth. He catches this. Before he’s able to grab you, you slam the bathroom door shut and lock it. He groans and puts on a pair of sweatpants. He goes out to his desk, and puts his earbuds in.

You scrub yourself angrily. You were seething with rage. Your workout having done shit for you. Maybe you were feeling hungry from having such a light lunch. You remember you need to meal prep your lunches and you sigh. You dry off, and throw nothing but a t-shirt and underwear on. If he was going to act like an asshole, you were going to make him miserable. He didn’t acknowledge you when you came out, which was just fine with you.

He looked over his shoulder and saw you taking a ton of things out of the fridge. Were you going to make dinner? He sees you grab your Tupperware. Nope, you were meal prepping. You had said you would do it for the both of you, he wondered if you still would.

You were being a brat, but you weren’t going to be a jerk and not make his lunches, especially after you told him you would. You filled a pot with water, and put it on the burner to boil. You were going to make a veggie stirfry with the black bean pasta Harry likes so much. As the water was boiling, and the pan was heating up, you chopped up all of the veggies. You rummaged through the cupboards for your second set of Tupperware.

Whatever you’re making makes Harry’s stomach growl. It smelled so good. When you were done you put everything away, and stacked it all in the fridge. You took a sticky note and labeled which ones were yours and which were his. Yes, it mattered. You cleaned everything up and sighed. You were starving now, and you knew he had to be too. You walk over to him and tap him on the shoulder, and put a hand on your hip. He just realizes now you’re barely wearing clothes. He takes his earbuds out. He wonders what you’re going to say.

“I just made all our lunches for the week. Could you make something for dinner? I don’t really care what.”

“Thanks…um sure.” He saves what he’s working on and gets up. You plop down on the couch.

Harry decides on some tofu curry. It was pretty quick and easy to throw together. It was also something you could have for leftovers tomorrow night. About twenty minutes later it’s done. He sets up the plates at the island.

“Babe?” You look over at him. “Dinner’s ready.” You pad over to the stool.

“Smells good, thanks.”

You clean your plate. It really was delicious. You help him clean up the pans, and run the dishwasher.

“I’m tired, I think I’m gonna turn in early tonight.” He says. It was nearly 8:30. “Might read for a bit.”

“Alright.” Were you two really not going to talk about this? He’s about halfway down the hall when he turns around. Your arms were crossed and your foot was tapping.

“You’re infuriating sometimes, you know that?” You snap your head to look at him.

“Excuse me?”

“No, I’m not excusing you. You’re so fucking stubborn. All I did was ask a simple question, and you blew up at me for no reason.”

“It’s a sensitive subject, Harry.”

“I understand that, but as your boyfriend and the person you’re sleeping with, it would be nice to have some clear communication about why I can do something one way, but can’t the other way.” You bite the inside of your cheek, not wanting to cry. He walks closer to you.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Can’t you at least try?”

“No!” The tears form, and come rushing out of you, staining your cheeks. “It’s too much!” Your breathing quickens, and you feel like your heart is going to beat out of your chest. Flashes come through your head. Your breathing gets worse and your entire body starts to shake. You start sobbing uncontrollably. You were having a panic attack.

“Shit, Y/N, what…I’m sorry.” He pulls you into his chest. “You’re okay.” He brings you both to the floor, and he continues to hold you against him. He rocks you gently as you cry into him. “I’m right here, you’re okay baby.”

“You…” Your breathing slows down a bit. “You just couldn’t let it go, could you?” You look up at him, eyes red and puffy. “I’m not fucking around Harry, drop this one.”

“Okay.” He kisses the top of your head. “I’m so sorry, I won’t bring it up again.”

He’s thought it before, but now more than ever, if he ever ran into Jake again, he would fucking strangle him without hesitation.

“We can get up now.” You say to him. He helps you to your feet, and you wipe your eyes on your shirt.

You both do your nightly routines, and get into bed. Harry puts his glasses on and reads from his book, like he said he was going to do. You find something to read on your phone. You didn’t need much help getting tired, you felt tired enough as it was. You turn over so you don’t have to face him. Eventually he turns his light off, and moves to cuddle you.

“Harry, I don’t really feel like that tonight.” His mouth opens to say something, but instead he just sighs and turns over the other way.

This was the first time since you two started spending nights together, that you didn’t cuddle or even touch. You fell asleep just from pure exhaustion.

//

When your alarm went off the next morning, Harry’s eyes were completely blood shot. He had cried quietly for a little while, but mostly he just stayed awake all night. He couldn’t turn his brain off. He felt terrible for working you up the way he did, but never did he think that you’d be so mad that you wouldn’t want him to touch you. He hears the bed creak as you get up. You rub your eyes and go into the bathroom.

You wash your face and brush your teeth. You run your brush through your hair and you’re happy with how it looks. You decide on a pair of navy slacks, a white blouse, and your blush pink blazer. You go back to the bathroom to put your makeup on. You adjust your earrings, making sure they’re properly secured. You knew some of the ladies at work would ask you about them. Next you put your rings on. You hold the rose in your hand and sigh. You slide it onto your middle finger and look over at Harry. You think he’s asleep, and he pretends to be when you walk over to him. You press a long kiss to his forehead and leave the bedroom.

You had calmed down significantly after getting some sleep. You make a quick smoothie, grab your lunch, and head out the door. Your morning at work consisted of lots of people catching up in the breakroom. News about both yours and Niall’s promotions had gotten out, and everyone congratulated the both of you. He follows you to your office after everyone dispersed.

“Nice ring.” He smirks.

“Thanks.” You sigh, sitting down.

“What’s wrong?” He frowns. “He suffocatin’ ya already?”

“No…we just had a little fight yesterday.”

“’Bout what?” He sits down in front of your desk.

“Niall…no offense, but I really don’t wanna talk about it.” He furrows his brows at you. As long as he’s known you, you never not wanted to talk about it. You always wanted to talk about it.

“Are you okay?”

“I will be.” You say snappily. He also knew you hated being asked about something after you’ve basically said to drop it.

“Look, if he did anythin’-“

“He didn’t do anything! It’s not that big a deal, we had a fight, okay? Couples fight sometimes. You’re going to tell me you and Sarah don’t argue?”

“We have. But I doubt our arguments are nearly as serious as whatever you’re holdin’ onto here.”

“It’s not appropriate to talk about here.”

“Bullshit, we’ve talked about a lot of things here.”

“I said I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Fine.” He stands up to leave. “Lunch later?”

“Can’t, I’m seeing Dr. Mara during lunch today. Harry and I are looking at that apartment after work. Shit, I need to text him that I’ll just meet him there.”

“You didn’t talk about it yesterday?”

“Couldn’t, we weren’t really talking to each other.” You say taking your phone out to text him.

“What?” You look up at him.

“It’s fine. Just drop it, okay?”

Niall sighs heavily and leaves your office. You head out around 11:30 to get to Dr. Mara’s on time. What you didn’t know was that Harry was coming to your office to surprise you for lunch. When you weren’t in your office he went down the hall to Niall’s.

“Hey mate.” Niall looks up from his sandwich.

“Hey, what are yeh doin’ here?”

“Came to see Y/N, know where she is?”

“At therapy, she changed her appointment so she could look at the apartment with you this afternoon. She didn’t mention it?”

“Um…no.”

“Close the door.” He gestures to it. Harry does as he says and sits down. “What the hell happened yesterday? She wouldn’t tell me anythin’.”

“Did she seem mad?”

“No, more like neutral? She was expressionless. Noticed your ring on her finger.”

“Yeah, I gave it to her yesterday. We had a nice day and then it went to shit.”

“Why?”

“If she didn’t want to tell you, she’d probably be mad if I told you.”

“Mate please, maybe I can help.” Harry runs a hand through his hair.

“Well, a couple of times I’ve asked her about tryin’ a different position.”

“You two just started doin’ it, do ya have to get fancy with it so soon?”

“S’not fancy. Just wanna take her from behind.” Niall’s jaw tightens. “She got mad because this wasn’t the first time I’ve mentioned it. And when I asked her calmly to talk to me about it, she blew up at me. She went to the gym to cool off, and so did I. Thought it was better when we both got back, but I did somethin’ that set her off again. We barely spoke the rest of the evenin’. We ate dinner, she even made my lunches. Then we started fighting again before bed because I couldn’t take the passiveness anymore.” He groans. “Then she had a panic attack. It was awful, and when I tried to hold her when we went to bed she told me no.” He starts tearing up. “I didn’t get any sleep.”

“Good.”

“What?”

“You don’t deserve sleep after that.”

“Care to enlighten me?”

“Harry, when Y/N was assaulted, Jake fucked her from behind.”

“Fuck.” He puts his face in his hands. “I didn’t even think of that cause she’s let me do other stuff from that angle.”

“You have no idea what that did to her, mate.” Niall thinks back to the blood from your sheets. “It…well it wasn’t good.” He sighs. “She had a panic attack?”

“Yeah, I was petrified. Her whole body was shakin’ and she couldn’t breathe. I sat us on the floor and held her to me so I could rock her. I got her to calm down.”

“She probably didn’t want ya spoonin’ her last night because she didn’t want to feel anyone’ touchin’ her.”

“How am I gonna fix this?”

“You’re gonna have to wait for her to come ‘round.”

“It’s gonna be so awkward tonight.” He groans. “Hopefully she has a good therapy session.”

[alternateafterthought]

Harry Stlyes Imagine

See you again

Night and day seem to blur together these days. I had lost track of time, because it didn’t matter to me anymore… and I was okay with that. We were together and that was what held me in reality, his presence, and the knowledge that I would be back, we both would be back and in this same position again soon.

I laid flat on my back, Harry resting half on top of me. His head sat just over where my heart beat strong, his left hand in mine as I played with his fingers. My other hand ran across the back of his neck, giving off soft peaceful sighs let me know that he was still awake, just enjoying this moment as much as me. His long legs, clad in jeans wrapped around my almost bare legs, holding me into the warmth of his body.

I heard my phone go off in soft vibrations, letting us both know that the time had come. Harry didn’t move an inch, not wanting to accept the reality that was about to hit full force. I couldn’t blame him really; I didn’t want to move either… not from our peace of infinity.

“Harry,” I whispered into the silence.

“5 more minutes. Please.” He breathed out. “I only need 5 more minutes.”

Harry breathed in deeply, moving his head to the crook of my neck. He left a few of the odd kisses trailing down my neck, it was purely innocent. He was trying to hold onto memories, trying to remember little nothings.

I could hear voices on the other side of the door, and I knew Harry was completely ignoring them, having rested his head on my chest again. It had been like this for a few days, Harry and I just being in each other’s presence, just simply existing with one another, and it was pure magic for those few moments, when the world didn’t exist, and couldn’t break through.

“Harry,” I whispered again. “I have to go.”

“Why?” He spoke just as softly as I did. “Please, explain to me again why you have to go.”

“Because, I have a job back home.” I laughed lightly. “And I only had a month off.”

“Not good enough.” Harry shook his head like a child.

“Harry. You and I both know I need to get home.” I started to sit up, making Harry move to the side of me. “I need to hold the fort down until my Prince Charming comes home.”

“I guess that’s a good reason.” Harry smiled, looking up at me as I started to stand.

“Haz? Y/N?” A knock sounded at the door. “It’s 2:30, time to go.” Liam announced.

Harry heaved himself up and off the bed, opening the door to Liam, Niall and Louis. Each boy knew what this was going to do to Harry, being away from someone he loved, because when Harry loved, he loved with all of his heart, and today at 4:15, she was leaving to go home.

“Hey, you guys ready?” Louis asked.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” I announced slipping into my shoes.

“Don’t worry about your bags. We got them.” Niall said pushing past Harry, Liam on his heels.

“Thanks guys.” I smiled, grabbing my book bag that would be sitting with me on the plane.

The drive to the airport was over in what felt like minutes, with Harry’s arms wrapped around me as he tried to hold a conversation with the boys, failing because he would get distracted playing with my hair, or staring at me. Getting checked in and finding my terminal, this was it… we had about an hour left together.

We spent most of it in silence, not having to speak to communicate how much we didn’t want to leave each other. It was clear to everyone, so much so that even the boys didn’t engage with us as we simply spoke in soft whispers, stared at each other or I played with Harry’s hands.

“Flight 347, to London is now boarding.” The P.A announced.

“Well, we’ll see ya in a few months, aye, Y/N.” Niall pulled me out of Harry’s reach, giving me a hug.

“Yeah, I’ll see ya in a few.” I hugged him back smiling.

“We’ll miss you.” Liam dove in for a hug next. “Don’t worry about him. We’ll take care of him.” He whispered into my ear for me only.

“Thank you, Liam.” I hugged him a little tighter for those words of reassurance that Harry would be fine.

“Come ‘ere Sweetheart.” Louis smiled as I ran into his warm arms.

“Gosh I love you guys.” I spoke into Louis ear.

“And we love you.” Louis spoke, leaning back a little. “You take care of our Harry.”

“Thank you.” I smiled, knowing they’d do the same for me.

I turned to Harry who was still seated, looking at his hands, playing with one of his rings. Walking to him I reached for his hand, and when he looked up the stars shone back at me. I smiled my own dimpled smiled at the man who had stolen everything worth having from me, and I was fine with that.

“I love you.” I said as he stood and pulled me into a tight hug. “I love you so much.”

“You have no idea how much I love you.” He breathed happily into my hair. “Never doubt that I love you.”

I leaned up a little on my toes, placing my lips onto Harry’s soft ones, feeling him lean into mine with a satisfied sigh. It was a simple kiss, nothing more, but it showed how much love was between us.

“Please don’t cry.” Harry whispered.

I hadn’t even realized I had let slip a few tears. Harry wiped them away with his thumb, kissing me lightly on the lips again.

“I’ll see you again. I promise.” I spoke into his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you.” Harry spoke before I let go and turned away.

I didn’t look back until I was about to walked down the tunnel to the aeroplane, and when I did, I saw a teary eyed 6ft Harry Styles hunched over with his hands in his pockets. When he saw me see him, he gave me a smile and a small waved, it took everything in me not to run back and stay forever by his side.

“I’ll see you around, Harry.” I spoke to myself with a final tear-filled wave.

A/N - Feedback is appreciated

[imhazzardous]

Harry imagine for Skyler

My thumb tapped against my mug as I waited for Harry to return from getting his drink. My leg was bouncing up and down from anxiety. It has been a month since I last saw Harry.

Harry and I had recently been together, but seeing as how he’s on tour all the time, he broke up with me, not returning my calls or texts, and leaving me in the cold.

I had hated him for that. Until I ran into him yesterday outside my flat.

“Skyler,” he said, a smirk on his face.

“Go to hell Harry,” I said, pushing past him.

“Whoa what’s with the language?” He said, following me.

“Oh gee I wonder. Was it the fact that you rejected my calls, or the fact that you never replied to any of my texts for a month?”

I try to walk faster and get away from him, but he cuts in front of me, making me stop.

“Let me explain,” he said, his green orbs locked onto mine. I glare at him, trying to stay mad, but it slowly starts to melt.

“Fine,” I said, breaking down. “Meet me at the coffee shop tomorrow at one.” Harry then lets me walk past him, probably feeling accomplished.

And now here we were, my foot tapping rapidly, and Harry Styles, the man who broke my heart, sitting in front of me.

“Please, do explain Harry,” I say, taking a sip of my drink.

“Yes, I admit to ignoring you,” he says. “But, I did it for a good reason.” My eyebrow raises. I was about to say something, but he cuts me off.

“No, don’t talk, you said you would listen.” I sigh and stare at him, waiting for him to continue.

“I ignored you only because I thought it would be easier for me to get over you. It hurt to always click ignore, or even see your texts. Because each time I see your name, my heart skips a beat, and I remember every single thing about you.

“I remember the way your hand feels against my skin; I remember the taste of your lips; I remember the way your voice sounds when you’re tired and about to fall asleep. But I also remembered the way you said my name, and told me that you loved me. And I couldn’t stand to hear it.” He sighs and takes a deep breath.

“I love you so much Skyler, and I want to be with you. I was stupid and I’m sorry. I didn’t even stop to realize that what I was doing would cause you just as much pain.”

I stare at him in awe.  Tears well up in my eyes as I replay all of the words he said in my mind.

“I missed you so much Harry,” I say, a tear slipping down my cheek. Harry reaches across the table, and wipes away my tear with his thumb.

“Will you give me a second chance?” he asks me his green eyes sad.

“Only if you promise me one thing,” I say.

“And what’s that?”

“Don’t ever leave me again.”

[harrysperfokay]

[geenalovesthelittlethings]

Oh, my goodness! What a long day it has been!

But one filled with lots of family and love! And for that, I am so, so, grateful. 

No new one shot, tonight, my loves. I'm so sorry. I didn't have much time to sit down and write today, unfortunately. But, I'm planning on a lazy day tomorrow, so I'm going to cozy up on my couch with my laptop and write up the next one, and post it for you tomorrow (well, later today, I suppose it is, technically, ha ha.)

I hope everyone had lovely Fridays and have awesome Saturdays ahead!

*Anyone have any suggestions for something embarrassing a two-year old Darcy could say in the next one? I can't decide what I want her to say! If you have any ideas, feel free to send them my way!  

Everything in my inbox from earlier has been answered and should be below this post! I'll answer anything new, in the morning!

For now, it is off to bed for me, my lovelies! 

New one shot later today! 

I love you so, so much!

xx.

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Harry Imagine for Sammie

You walked in behind Harry, kicking your heels off and sitting next to him on the couch. "I had a great time baby." you say, looking over at him. He grinned. "I'm glad you liked it. You looked gorgeous, by the way." "Harry, you've told me that like three times tonight." You giggled. "I don't think that's enough." he smirked and leaned, pressing his lips passionately to yours. You scooted into his lap, not breaking the kiss. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in closer as you straddled him. Your lips moved to his jawline, biting down gently and earning a moan from him. "S-sammie... Are you sure you wanna do this?" he asked, head held back. "I'm sure." you said, going back to kissing him. He pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours. "I don't want to force you into this." "Harry, you're not forcing me. I want to this. I want you." you told him. With that, he attached his lips back to yours, laying on top of you. -Ginny

[harrysweetangel]

My life may be shit but like bless the lord for allowing me to be alive at the same time as Harry Edward Styles

[imhazzardous]

Harry imagine for Anya

The crisp air blows through your hair, leaves falling off the tree nearest to you and landing on the ground. You smile to yourself as you see a face pop up from the side of the tree stump, a pair of green eyes locking onto yours.

“Harry, what are you doing?” you ask him, grinning.

Instead of replying, Harry extends his hand, signaling you to take it. Walking over, you place your hand in his.

“Har—.” Before you could answer, Harry pulls you behind the tree, pushing you up against the base of the tree and kissing you hard.

“Happy Birthday,” he says, his lips inches from yours.

“Thanks. Happy Halloween.”

Harry’s lips press against yours again, this time, harder. You hear giggles in the distance, causing you to pull away.

“The kids are starting to come out,” you state. “We should get going.” Harry nods, sneaking a quick kiss, before taking your hand.

Kids start to swarm around you, pumpkin and cauldron buckets in their hand. In the distance you hear a group say ‘Trick-or-treat!’ causing you to smile. You always liked having your birthday on Halloween. You got free candy AND cake.

“Want kind of birthday dinner do you want?”

“You,” you reply, smirking. Harry smiles, pulling him into you.

“Love, that’s for AFTER. When all of the little kids have gone to bed.” He winks at you, making your cheeks redden.

Maybe it was going to be a great birthday after all.

happy birthday love.  ~courtney rose.

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Forever Wasn't Meant For Us Part 3 Sneak Peak

Soooo my darling loves, basically I love you guys so much and all of your messages make my heart melt. I don't want to give you guys some shit writing so I'm going to give you the first part of part three because I feel like it's decent enough for you to read. The rest tomorrowXx.

Part two here

*One Year Later*

After my falling out with Harry I decide to reinvent myself. I moved across town, exercised more, worked harder, and put dating on a hold. Of course the first few months were hard; constantly seeing his face everywhere, the nonstop phone calls and texts, and the endless amount of memorabilia I had of him. But after all the tears and sleepless nights I became someone new, someone stronger. I didn’t need a man to be happy or okay, I could survive on my own. But under all the countless barriers I had stacked up around my heart, still laid a fragile girl who still had some feelings for him, Harry. Part of me still was saying yes to him him even after a year, which is why i threw myself into work. Could you blame me for still having feelings for him? The man who I thought I was going to marry, have curly headed children with, and grow old with? Of course I was supposed to still have feelings for him, I prepared to spend the rest of forever with him. “(Y/N)…(Y/N), were you even listening to a word I said?!” Lilly exclaimed snapping her fingers in front of my face. People around us in the small quaint café turned to look at us, interested in what caused her outburst.

“Hmm? Yeah Lil, you were talking about her guest list.” I replied distantly.

“Yeah and that Harry is going to be there so I’m going to need you to get your shit together and not become some crazy emotion bitch at my wedding “You know Lil bridezilla isn’t a good look on you.” I mumbled sipping my hot coffee. “(Y/N), you know I don’t mean to be one. It’s just this only happens once and I just want it to be perfect but I also want you to be okay. I know what you went through last year with him and I just want…”

“It’s fine Lily, I’m fine. Everything is going to be fine, don’t worry.” 

 *Who's ready for the first encounter!!!!! I know it's short but I promise it will be worth it. Xx.*

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imagine time :D

submit imagine requests :) I shall start them tomorrow when i wake up! tell me your name and the guy and i can do the rest (unless you want something specific to happen)  Night guys :)

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Last call for imagines :)

Send me a request in my ask with your name, the guy you want, and maybe a scenario if you want something specific to happen by 8:30 pm, Pacific time :)

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Niall/Harry Imagine for Megan (anon)

You and your boyfriend, Harry, had gotten into a fight a couple weeks ago. You hadn't seen him since, because you had gone to stay at Niall's house. He had been your best friend since high school. The night you came over to his house, the two of you had "got it on". You didn't really think it was a big deal; you did take a pill the next day. But lately, you had been getting sick a lot and had odd cravings. You called Niall and asked him to pick you up a test on his way home from practice. Turns out you were pregnant. You weren't really too sure what to do. You were going to have your best friend's child, while you were still going out with Harry. That night, you decided it would be a good idea to go to Harry's and tell him. You might as well get it over with. You knocked on his door, a bit nervous. "Hey Megan.." he said opening the door, letting you in. "Harry, we need to talk.." you say. "I know, I know. I'm sorry about the fight and-" "No, not about that." you say, cutting him off. He looked at you, confused. "Harry... After we fought, I went to Niall's house.. And we um... we had sex. And I wasn't careful and..." "Oh gosh..." he said, getting a bit pale. "I'm pregnant..." you said, feeling awful. "How could you-" he quickly cut himself off, not wanting to ruin things even more between the two of you. "Congratulations.." he told you instead. "Are you mad at me?" "Sort of.. But I still love you, and I'm going to be there for you." he said, pulling you into his arms. You smiled a bit, relieved that he didn't get mad at you. He kissed your forehead, holding you close. -Ginny