#harry styles hs1

[tpwk-k33pdriving]

Harry with babies/kids is my favourite thing🥹

He’s gonna be a very good dad💞

[finelinemia]

me rn

[c0wboylikeharry]

one last test

summary: reader and harry have been trying for a baby for almost a year with no avail. they have agreed that todays test will be the last one before looking into other options to start their family.

word count: 1.7k

content warnings: mentions of anxiety, mentions of infertility.

type: comfort fluff

a/n: based off my c.ai bot ONE LAST TEST. this is my first one shot on here, yay!!!

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“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I stride into the en-suite bathroom, where you wait for me anxiously by the counter. A plastic bag dangles from my fingertips, having just come back from the pharmacy.

Your nervous pacing stalls, the anxious energy radiating off of you and crowding the small room. My heart seems to skip a beat when I pull the pregnancy test box out of the bag and place it on the counter. You continue abusing your bottom lip with your teeth.

It’s hard for me to watch you like this. So troubled and fidgety. But, in all honesty, I feel exactly the same way. I’m just suppressing it for your sake.

This whole journey to starting our own family has changed us, possibly forever. After being together for 5 years, and married for 3, it’s all we’ve wanted. With me on a break from touring, we decided that now would be the perfect time to finally start trying. But the universe had different plans for us.

It’s been almost an entire year since this journey began. Hundreds of pregnancy tests, trips to the fertility clinic for both of us, and we still haven’t had any luck. Single pink lines have very quickly become my mortal enemy. All odds should be in our favor, but they’re just…not.

It’s an understatement to say that it’s run us down. There’s only so many negative pregnancy tests we can see before becoming completely discouraged. Especially when it’s something we want so badly.

That’s why we came to an agreement that today’s test will be the last one. If it comes up negative, we’ll start looking into our other options like adoption or surrogacy.

But the thought and reminder that this is our last try is really weighing down on both of us, even if we don’t say it out loud.

“We can wait another week if you want? See if maybe you being just a few days late is a fluke?” I suggest for, probably, the fifth time today since you brought up taking the test.

“No, no… I want to take it now. It— It feels different,” you reply, your voice shaky and hesitant.

“You’ve said that about the last five tests, love,” I lightly joke, hoping it might get you to crack a smile, or even relax a little. If anything, it just seems to make you more tense. Shit. Your hands are wringing and your eyes are glossy. I step forward, closer into your space, and take a deep breath. Our wedding bands clink together as I intertwine our fingers. I can feel your hands trembling in my grasp. “Hey… It’s going to be okay, alright?” I speak softly, praying it calms you. “No matter what this test says, we will have a family one day.”

“Yeah…” Your voice sounds so defeated, so small. It, somehow, breaks my heart even more for you.

I run my thumb across your knuckles, trying to soothe you as best as I can. Realistically, nothing can ease our nerves. The only solution is heartbreak from a single line or unexplainable joy from two. We’re a mess either way.

“Alright… We should probably just rip the bandaid off and get this over with so we can stop feeling like this.” I reluctantly drop your hands so I can open the test packaging. I hand you one of the foil covered plastic sticks, trying to hide the shaking in my hands. “Go do your thing.”

I move to sit on the edge of the tub as you nervously make your way to the toilet. My leg can’t help but bounce against the tiled floors as I wait, my fingers nervously picking at the skin of my bottom lip. I can physically feel my heart trying to beat out of my chest, having half the mind to abruptly stand up and yell, “Don’t take the test!”

This is such a cruel and emotional process, but we both can’t handle the uncertainty this time.

After a few minutes, I hear the toilet flush and you mosey back into my eyeline, placing the stick on the counter. You continue to stare at it as if the lines will magically appear this quickly. Your hands continue to fidget, twisting your wedding ring around your finger repeatedly.

I watch for just another moment before speaking. “Love, come sit down. You’re going to drive yourself crazy watching the test.”

You sigh deeply and then cross the bathroom to sit beside me. My arm instinctually wraps around your shoulders, pulling you closer into my side. Your temple hits my shoulder and I kiss the crown of your head softly.

We sit together in silence, letting the anxieties and what-ifs take control. Knowing that the test that decides our future is just a few feet away is daunting. It looms over us like a storm cloud. Your hands are still restless and you’re gnawing at your bottom lip again. This anxiety is tearing us apart from the inside and out.

I lean away from you enough to grab your face in my hands. My thumb brushes against your lip, pulling it from between your teeth. “Hurting yourself isn’t going to make you feel better,” I gently scold you, hating to see you like this. The sadness in your eyes is enough to bring tears to my own. My face leans in, placing soft kisses to your closed eyelids and then to the tip of your nose. I rest my forehead against yours and watch as your eyes flutter open to stare back into mine. “Everything’s going to be alright.”

The trill of an alarm, one I didn’t even realize you set, goes off. It breaks our sentimental moment, and like a wave crashing into us, the anxiety is back—tenfold.

“I- I can’t check it. I can’t—“ you start to ramble, shaking your head vehemently.

“Hey, hey, shhh… That’s okay. I’ll check it, okay? I’ve got you.” My hand rubs circles into your back to calm you down. I can tell you’re on the verge of a panic attack or a meltdown.

You nod solemnly, giving me the go ahead. A deep intake of breath and a shallow release is all I give myself before standing up from the tub. Out of the corner of my eyes, I watch as you put your head in your hands, your knee bouncing without restraint. I force my legs to move away from you, despite the growing need to comfort you first. The only sound in the room is my feet shuffling against the flooring toward the counter.

I take one more deep breath before shakily reaching for the test. As soon as I flip it over, it’s as if my vision gives out on me. Everything’s swims, it blurs, and it closes in on me. I shake my head to try and rid the dizziness, clearing my vision for just a second.

Clearing my vision just enough.

A meek, almost pathetic, sound leaves my lips. My hand wipes down my face, acting as a windshield wiper trying to clear my sight once more. I need to double check. I need to make sure. I bring the test closer to my face, investigating like my life depends on it. And then I see it again. My heart skips, my hands shake, and a half-laugh, half-sob rips its way out of me.

“What is it? What does it say?” I didn’t even realize that you’d gotten up until your voice was right behind me.

I turn around slowly, letting you see the tears brimming in my eyes. I’m finally letting myself feel, and letting you see. It feels freeing, yet extremely overwhelming all at once. I don't even know what to do with myself.

Your face drops when you see my watery expression. It’s like I can hear your heart thumping louder and louder as the seconds tick by. My hand juts out and grips onto your hip, needing something to ground me. You can’t handle the anticipation any longer, snatching the test out of my hand.

I watch you closely. Watch as each little feature on your face slowly changes. Your eyebrows scrunch and raise. Your lips slowly separate to force more air into your lungs. Your eyes grow foggy and glossy, mirroring mine. You’re finally seeing what I saw.

Two pink lines.

When your eyes snap to mine again, all I can do is nod, but you know exactly what I’m trying to say.

“We- We’re… We’re—“

“Pregnant,” I finish the sentence for you.

A sob escapes you as soon as the last syllable leaves my lips. The top of your head crashes to my chest and the test falls from your hand, clattering on the floor. My arms wrap fully around you, holding you impossibly close to my chest. I like to think our heartbeats sync up being this close to one another.

Your tears continue to soak the front of my shirt, but this time, I’m not afraid of your emotion. This time it’s good. So, so good. The relief is overwhelming, that I understand. It’s as if all the adrenaline that was fueling our unease has been swept away, reinventing itself as pure awe. My lips find the crown of your head, unable to stop myself from peppering kisses into your hair. The surging love in my heart feels like it might explode any second.

My hands grab your face and pull it from my chest. The tear tracks on your cheeks no longer break my heart, but mend what it once had before. I lean in and continue my kissing ministrations on your cheeks. Even your tears taste different. No longer filled with disappointment and sadness, but joy and comfort.

And then you start to laugh, and I swear it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard in my entire life. I can’t help but laugh along with you. Seeing you smile in this type of setting is all I’ve wanted for the past year. This is all I’ve ever wanted.

Jesus, my heart can’t handle this much happiness.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” you practically whisper, your voice light and airy to match the toothy smile on your face.

“We’re gonna have a baby.”

[onedirection4eversstuff]

Prince Hair Harry

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[kitkat-101]

idk i just miss harry

[lwtshouse]

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🦢 ꒰ HARRY ICONS! ꒱

⋆୨୧ ₊ﾟ🪞 ⊹ɞ‧ .°₊˚𖦹

〔♡〕 coquette harry styles icons!

[honey-worm]

she's got a book for every situation gets into parties without invitations how could you ever turn her down?

[thecuriousbeauty]

He Leaves for Tour- Harry Styles Oneshot

Word limit: 4,000

Warnings: Pure fluff, teasing.

Synopsis: It's Harry's first time solo touring, and the first time he has to be apart from y/n for such a long time.

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Harry's POV:-

I hummed as I watered the plants growing in our balcony. y/n loves adding more plants, and keeping the place pretty. It was peaceful until I saw a giant lizard.

I screamed.

"y/n!!!!!", I yelled. "Babe!!"

"Oh my god what?", y/n ran in wearing the kiss the chef apron. I jumped into her arms.

"What is wrong with you?", she asked adjusting her arms around me. "Lizard.", I squeaked. She burst out laughing. "Stop! Go get it.", I said tightening my arms around her neck. "I thought you're scared of only snakes.", she said still giggling. I rolled my eyes. "I'm scared of reptiles. Now quick!!"

"Well get off then." I whimpered but got off. "Where?", she asked. I pointed. "Oh, go get the broom.", she instructed and I ran to go get it. She took it giggling at my face and went closer to the lizard.

"Be safe!", I said helpfully staying a meter away. "Gee thanks curly.", she muttered and slammed the broom on it. "Is it dead?", I ask. "No."

"Kill it!"

"No."

"WHY NOT?"

"I don't like killing forms of life.", she said and put the broom along the wall outside, it crawled off. She smiled and looked at me. "It's gone."

"Are you sure?", I asked peeping to look. 

"Duh!"

"What are you going to do without me?", she asked folding her arms in front of her chest. Sadly, I'm leaving for tour in a week. It sucks that she can't come with me and just ugh terrible. Today, my crew's coming over to our house for a before tour party, which explains why she was in an apron. 

"I don't know.", I sighed. "Oi, don't be sad.", she said and walked to me, leaving a kiss on my cheek. I wrapped my arms around her waist tight. "I love you."

"I love you too.", she said and swayed me. "Shit, it's probably burning.", she cursed and pulled away from me, running to the kitchen. I smiled and followed her. I kissed her cheek over and over again until she grinned and kissed me. "What was that for?", she asked twirling around the kitchen.

"For saving me from the lizard that planned my death of course."

She laughed. "You're so dramatic."

"What should I do?", I asked to help her. She threw water on to the pan that sizzled. "Umm, you can get the table ready and then go shower."

"But that's no fun.", I said. "Then taste this for me.", she said and brought a spoon to my lips. I let her feed me. "You're making strawberry!", I smiled as I swallowed down the amazing strawberry filling and some other berry I can't make out now. I didn't want her to do a lot of work, so we're ordering food but she offered to make desert. 

You're life is a waste if you haven't tasted her food yet. I wanted to prove that to my friends.

"How's it? Is it too sour? Does it need more sugar? Is it too sweet?", she bombarded me with questions. I chuckled. "It's perfect babe, maybe be a little, tiny bit, more lemon."

She smiled and kissed my jaw squeezing a little more lemon juice. "What are you making? Pie?", I guessed. She shook her head. "Cheesecake." 

"Nice.", I said as she turned off the gas. I pulled her by her wrist before she could dash away again. "Babe, I'm running out of time.", she said. I kissed her lips. "Thank you.", I said. "What for?", she asked tracing her thumb over my eyebrow. "You're perfect." She blushed and kissed my nose. "You agreed to host the party and you're so sweet to everyone-"

"Except Mitch.", she interrupted and I chuckled. She knows Mitch since a long time, I mean come on, he's one of my best mates. So she gets along well with him. "And just everything, so thank you."

"Aw babe it's no problem, I'd do anything for you." I kissed her passionately. "I love you.", she said. I kissed her forehead. "I love you more."

She smiled and pulled away from me. "Go clean the table baby."

I smiled and poked her side making her squeak before I went away and I laughed. I cleaned the table and looked around at our place, which looked very clean and beautiful, she doesn't allow it to get dirty. 

"Done.", I said to her who was beating the cheesecake mixture. She groaned in frustration as her hair came off the ponytail while she worked. Her hands were messy. I chuckled and stood behind her, taking her hair into my hands. I moved away all the strands from her forehead and put her hair into a messy bun on top of her head.

"Thanks, love.", she beamed. I kissed behind her ear. "You're welcome, love.", I said in the same tone and she laughed lightly.

 "Can I lick the bowl?", I asked watching her pour the white cheesecake mixture into the mold with concentration. "Mhmm."

I cheered and she gave me a fond smile. She gave me the bowl and I put my index finger in the cream left, licking it. I put my finger to her lips offering it to her. She licked the cream of it and met my gaze slightly nibbling on my skin making me hard right there. Shit, control Harry. She took some cream and smeared it on my lips like lip gloss and kissed me, her tongue dipping into my mouth. I put the bowl on the slab and moved my hands to her hips, pulling her closer to my body. 

We were both breathless when we pulled away. Then she patted my shoulder. "Go shower curly." I stared at her. She turned me on and now just left me. She smirked knowing exactly what she did. I groaned. "Tease." I took some flour and spread it over my palm, she was watching confused at what I was doing. I pressed my hand to her right ass cheek and removed it. I laughed seeing my palm's mark on her black shorts and ran away before she kills me.

"I HATE YOU EDWARD!" She uses my middle name when she's really mad. I laugh.

"I love you too!"

I hopped into the shower.

I went out with only a towel hanging around my torso, water dripping down my hair. She, who was in the room glanced at me and bit her bottom lip. I smirked and started rubbing my hair dry with another towel. 

"I'm gonna shower, care to join?", she asked standing up. I shook my head. "I already did."

"Okay.", she said and nodded. I watched as she took off her shirt in front of me and I sucked in a breath. Next to come off were her shorts that still had my palm's print which didn't help at all. My eyes watched every move of her, and traveled to every curve in her body. She kissed me softly and traced her hand on my abs. My hands immediately went around her waist and I nibbled on her bottom lip. My hands dropped lower but she pulled away and smiled innocently. 

"Gotta shower.", she whispered close to my ear and kissed on my sweet spot sending shivers up my spine. "You are such a tease y/n", I growled and followed her to the bathroom.

"Thought you didn't want to shower.", she said innocently.

"I can't resist you.", I said and slammed her to the bathroom wall. Her legs wrapped around my waist as our lips connected, my hands running up and down her sides hungrily. 

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y/n' s pov:-

"See ya Haz.", Mitch and Sarah were the last to leave. "Bye!", Harry said who was a little drunk, making him in the funny stage now. "Are you gonna be fine? Should I book a cab?", I asked them. 

"Oh it's okay y/n, I'll get him home safe.", Sarah said chuckling as she shoved Mitch. "Thanks for inviting us, I had fun.", she said as she hugged me.

"Thanks for coming, we had fun too.", I said. "Good luck for tour!"

"Thanks!"

"Oiii, that's ma wife.", Harry said as Mitch wrapped me up in a bear hug. "I'm just giving her a hug!"

"Mhmm."

"Text me your cheesecake recipe, I need it to live now.", he said and I laughed ruffling his hair. "Sure."

"Bye love.", he said and kissed my cheek when he pulled away. "See ya, have fun on tour.", I said and kissed his cheek too.

"Oh I will.", he winked and nudged Sarah who blushed. 

"Okay let's go, bye Harry!", Sarah said and hugged him as well, Mitch too and we waved to them.

"That was fun.", Harry said and slipped his arms around my waist, pulling me hard so I fall on his chest and held on to his shoulders. "I love you.", he kissed my lips and then my nose. "I love you too."

"We'll do the cleaning tomorrow.", he says, looking around at our house, which was now a mess.

I hated to leave it like that, but I had no energy as well, so I joined him to the bedroom.

"Can you help me with the zip?", I ask turning around. His hand gently swept my hair to a side and his fingertips brushed my skin sending goosebumps up my spine as he pulled the zipper down of the dress.

"Thanks.", I pecked his lips before taking it off and slipping the pajamas on. We got ready for bed and laid down.

His hands quickly grabbed my waist and pulled me close. I smiled and kissed his jaw line. He held my face in his hands and stroked his thumbs on my cheek. I watched his beautiful green orbs as they scanned my face, taking everything in, his fingers brushing against my skin. Then he leaned in to press a long kiss to my lips. "You're gorgeous.", he said voice barely a whisper and I blushed. "That's the fourth time you told me today."

"It's not going to be enough how many ever times I tell you." He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "I love you."

"I love you too.", I whispered.

Then he took my hand and started playing with my fingers. "Love, I'm scared.", he whispered keeping his gaze on my fingers.

"Of what baby?", I ask, pressing a kiss to his hand. He sighed. "I-I've never been on tour without the boys, this is the first time. I'm nervous, I'm scared, I don't know if I'm going to be good." He tipped his head to look at me. "And you're not there either, whom will I hug if I get nervous? Whom will I talk too?"

I smiled understanding what he's talking about. "Trust me Harry, you'll be great."

"How do you know?"

 "When you're onstage babe, nothing else bothers you, you don't give a fuck about what others think or say. You do your stuff, you have fun and you crush it. I know because I've seen you, and you're amazing."

He smiled, dimples popping and kissed my fingertips. "I've learnt a lot from you Haz. You're incredible. Now about the boys, you will miss them, I'm not gonna lie. But, good thing is you all are in close contact so they will pick the call when you want to talk to them, including Zayn after our wedding which is great. Don't worry babe, you'll find your way around, you always do." I kissed his shoulder as I snuggled up.

"You remember the kitten toy you won for me during the carnival? You can take that. Hug that when you want to hug me. And I'm always here if you want to talk Harry, just one call away."

I replaced all the tears on his cheeks with soft kisses, his eyes fluttering close enjoying the feeling of comfort. "I love you so much.", I whispered. "I love you too baby.", he whispered back. "Thank you." He pecked my lips. 

"Always here for you.", I said hugging him tightly. He squeezed me tightly back. "I-I'm gonna miss you love.", he croaked and I closed my eyes trying not to cry.

I am going to fucking miss him too.

Seven months.

Harry is going to be on tour for seven months.

How will I live without all this cuteness and liveliness around the house? I know I consoled Harry whenever he would become sad about it but I am sad too. I just didn't want to show it. 

"Let's not think about it now.", I whispered massaging my fingertips on his head to calm him down. "We have seven more days babe, we'll have fun okay?" He nodded sniffling. Drunk and all, he's losing it. 

"We'll do whatever you want.", I said kissing his hair multiple times. "W-Will you go bowling with me?" I chuckled and nodded. "Yes, I'll go bowling with you." 

"What will we do tomorrow?"

"Stay in bed and cuddle all day cause you'll have a hangover."

"Smarty."

I laughed and squeezed him.

Harry fell asleep before me. Harry's almost angelic when he sleeps. I kissed the top of his head. "I'm gonna miss you too.", I croaked. I pressed my lips to his forehead as he snuggled deeper, his arm loosely hung around my waist, his head using my boobs as pillows. "I love you Harry, sleep tight.", I whispered and kissed his hair too before closing my eyes. 

I'm gonna miss him.

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"We've not watched this have we?", Harry asked four days later as we sat on the couch deciding on a movie to watch.

I shook my head looking at what he was talking about. He put that movie in and sat back down, my legs curling on his lap. Twenty minutes into the movie and he got to know my mood was off. 

"Are you not hungry?", he asked trying to feed me popcorn. I shook my head and moved his hand to his own mouth. He pouted. 

"Love.", he poked my cheek. "You don't like the movie? I'll change it then.", he said. "No it's okay.", I quickly said placing my hand on his arm. He paused the movie. "What's wrong then?", he asked. 

"Nothing."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes."

"No you're not."

I looked up at him who was looking at me not even blinking. He pulled me on to his lap. "What's up, darling?", he asked brushing my hair from my forehead, then rested his hands on my hips. "Hm?", he asked. I just shrugged.

"Peachy?", he asked swaying me from side to side. I shook my head. "Come on, tell me.", he said. "I don't want my pretty girl sad." He kissed my lips.

"Play the movie.", I mumbled playing with the rings on his hand. 

"Not until you talk to me."

I sighed. "Two more days and you're gone for seven months Harry!", I said and finally looked at him. His eyes softened and his hand went to touch my cheek but I stopped it. "I know I act like I'm fine with it but I'm not."

"It's too long Haz, I can't.", I croaked. I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my head into his neck.

"Baby don't cry.", he said wrapping his arms around my neck tight. "Please."

"W-We've never been apart that long."

I felt his hand on top of my hand and he pulled it back gently so I would look at him. He looked like he'd cry any minute but held it together for my sake. "You think I'd leave you for seven months?", he asked. "I don't know what to do without you either y/n. I don't want to leave you, I don't want to go on tour without you. Please babe, if you cry I'm gonna lose it all together.", he said. 

"I will come see you in between love, or you'll fly over to come see me right? When you can? I promise you, we won't go that long without seeing each other. Promise.", he said. "I don't like being alone Harry, you know that.", I blinked for the tears. "Babe I hate you being alone too. I have nightmares sometimes when you go to LA.", Harry said rocking me back and forth. I'm from LA, and I moved to London for Harry.

"And you said you're going to go to America for the most part right? You have your brother there, your other friends, now there's Zayn too.", he said. I've been with Harry since his time in the band, and the boys are like my best friends.

"You can call me anytime baby.", he said firmly. "If you have a bad dream, if you have a bad day, if you need some cheering up, if you have a panic attack or even if you just want to talk, I will be there love. Nothing's changing, I'll just be a couple miles apart." He wiped away my tears and brought my head to his chest. "You're my rock y/n, if you're gonna cry I will too.", he said and I scoffed.

"We'll facetime, text and call, everyday." I nodded. "I love you.", he said and lifted my chin up to kiss me. "I love you so so much.", he whispered and kissed my temple. "I love you too.", I whispered back and pressed my lips to his neck as I went back to burying under him.

"Be good while I'm gone.", he said. "Careful with the stairs and stools. I can't catch you from the other part of the world." I hit his chest and he laughed. "Also, don't stress okay?" I nodded nuzzling my head into his collarbone as I kissed it.

"You be good too. Girls are swooning all over you.", I mumbled.

"You're the only girl I'll swoon over, wifey."

"Will you do something for me?", I ask cupping his cheeks.

"Anything.", he whispered back. 

"Will you take your camera with you and take lots of pictures of everything so I can see when you're back?" He smiled. "I was gonna do that anyways love. Of course." We kissed. Harry loves to take photos and so he was over the moon when I gifted him a camera for his last birthday, since then he's been snapping away in that. 

Then we heard water pouring down outside.

"It's raining.", Harry whispered. 

I got up from his lap and took his hand pulling him off to the balcony. Cold breeze greeted us and he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. I ran my hand through his hair and leaned back against him. He kissed my shoulder and swayed me. "Looks like the sky's crying too.", I said looking up at the dark sky.

"Or,", Harry said as he kissed my jawline. "The sky's pouring down confetti's."

I turned to look at him. "You think?" He smiled and nodded. "That's one way to think about it.", I nodded. He's so positive. Suddenly he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. "Harry what-", I started as he opened the door of our backyard. He ran outside, dragging me too.

"Curly what if you get sick right before tour!? It's raining heavily and-"

"Shhh.", he put his finger on my lips, the rain already plastering his hair. Then he put his arms around my waist and hugged me. He started humming and swayed me around back and forth, dancing. I smiled and my arms went around his neck. My head laid on his shoulder as rain poured over us. It was freezing but I have to say, this is fun too. 

"The sky's pouring down confetti's cause it's happy and having a party. We're invited to it, lucky aren't we?", he said after some time and I smiled and kissed his temple. "We're lucky." I nodded and he smiled and kissed my forehead.

"She's my kind of rain Like love in a drunken sky She's confetti falling down all night She sits quietly there Black water in a jar Says baby why you trembling like you are", he started singing. 

"I love you Harry.", I whispered when he finished the whole song. His arms tightened around me and he caressed my hair, leaving a sloppy kiss on my temple.

"I love you more, angel."

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I flopped down on the couch ready to cry. I just dropped Harry to the airport. Then I fished out a note from my bag he told me to open only when I got back home. I scrambled for it and took it out. It was a big white envelope. 

Hi baby, it's Harry. Don't get too crazy without your sexy husband around. Read on, got something for you.

I read on and gasped as I saw a heading.

101 Reasons why I love y/n.

Oh my gosh.

He's so goofy but so romantic and just perfect. I read on, it was so incredibly sweet that tears fell down my cheeks by the time I finished reading. Aww. H-He's so amazing. Then I heard the door bell and I frowned. I got up wiping away tears and opened the door.

"HELLO!", Niall beamed at me. He was holding bags on both his hands.

"Niall?", I ask as he pushed me aside and enters the house. "Yep, thought someone would be lonely today.", he said placing the bags on the table and turned to me. "And I'm right, come here.", he said opening his arms and I ran into them. "When did he leave?", he asked rubbing my back as I nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck.

"About one and half hours ago.", I said. "Oh, well, I brought lots of food, ice creams, movies. And myself.", he said chuckling. "I see you've already gotten one round of crying covered.", he laughed as I wiped my eyes. "He's just so cute.", I mumbled walking to the couch.

"What did he do now?"

"He gave me a note, 101 reasons why he loves me."

"Oh my god, Harold.", Niall groaned. "Where does he get such ideas from?"

"That's what I thought too. So romantic."

Niall fake gagged as he sat next to me with a big tub of ice cream and two spoons. I pinched his arm and he laughed. "It's okay friend, food makes it all better, here ya go.", he handed me a spoon and he dug into the ice cream with his spoon. And so I stuffed myself with ice cream.

For the rest of the night, we had a food fest. Niall is that friend you need when you feel down. He'll cheer you up, his laugh is so contagious it'll make you laugh and he's so much fun. He had the thought to come over today, which was really sweet.

"Ni?"

"Mhm?"

"Thanks for coming over."

He grinned. "Of course bestie.", he said in an American accent, making me laugh.

I will miss Harry, but I'll stay strong for him.

After all, I am his rock.

[xoxmatilda]

Matilda | h.s.

*this is an ongoing book on: wattpad (where updates are posted more quickly) ao3

Chapter Index

summary eighteen prologue nineteen one twenty two. twenty one three twenty two four twenty three five. twenty four six. twenty five seven. twenty six eight twenty seven nine twenty eight ten twenty nine eleven thirty twelve thirty one thirteen thirty two fourteen thirty three fifteen thirty four sixteen thirty five seventeen

[fgs-kira]

Can we not ❤️

[drewsephrry]

memories

pairings: harry styles x fem!reader

words: 2.7k

warnings: alcohol consumption, yelling, crying (idk if it counts as a warning) cuss words

inspired by: memores by conan gray

It was a rainy autumn night. She had a random movie playing in the background just to comfort her. She hated rain with passion. She hated that she was all alone and the only thing she could do to distract herself from it was look at old pictures.

Pictures from her childhood that were much too nostalgic for her, trying really hard to remember the name of the girl braiding her hair. Pictures from her vacation with her best friends from the previous summer, matching flower crowns and seashell necklaces on display. Pictures with her previous lover, that if she saw just two months ago she would cry her heart out but instead she smiled and reminisced about the tattoo he had let her draw on his skin shown in the photo.

It was a random Thursday night, the couple was chilling with their friends when Zayn told them that he had just acquired a tattoo gun. Harry was thrilled with the idea of putting more ink on his skin and even more so when Niall suggested that he let Y/N draw one on him.

Y/N had almost immediately shook her head in denial but Harry begged and begged until she sighed, defeated.

“Harry, you do know you're going to be stuck with it forever?” She warned.

“Yes, my love. Stop worrying about everything.” He tries to reassure her once more.

“But H, what if I mess it up? Or-or even worse we break up and you have it on your skin for the rest of your life?” She started asking with shakily hands, stuttering and failing to breathe properly.

“Y/N, honey, breathe. You'll be fine. Okay and what if you mess it up? That would just make it even more special to me. I love you and I completely trust you.” He puts his hands on her shoulders, trying to calm her down. “I'm not planning on breaking up with you anytime soon, maybe even ever. Unless you do and you're trying to let me down slowly, I don't see anything wrong with you tatting me.” He reassures her once again and she sighs, nodding. Harry smiles widely and pecks her lips, before pulling his long hair up in a bun.

After sterilizing the equipment and Zayn showing her how the gun works, she was ready. She didn't feel like it, but Harry squeezed her hand three times, their way of expressing their love to each other without actually saying anything.

She asked him multiple times, as the tattoo gun hit his skin if he was in any pain and if he needed anything, but Harry told her repeatedly he was fine and was praising her for her light touch.

After just a few minutes, the sketch, she had done on a random notebook Zayn had in his apartment, was brought to life.

A palm tree on the backside on his upper arm was delicately outlined and filled by her. She grabbed the handheld mirror that Zayn gave her and held it so Harry could see the work she did.

“Do you like it? If you don't, we can find something to cover it up with and I'll pay for it.” She suggested immediately, worried because he hadn't spoken yet. But the truth was he was mesmerized by it.

“I love it. It's so simple but yet done so beautifully. Thank you, my love. Thank you so so much.” He said kissing her lips. She smiled and sighed once again.

“Thank you for trusting me with this.”

“Well, you know what they say. Tat for tit!” He exclaimed jokingly, trying to lift her shirt when Y/N pushed his hand away giggling.

“You're such an idiot!”

Suddenly, she heard a knock on her door. She stopped gazing at her phone and another knock was heard. She got up from her couch cautiously. It was really late and it was pouring outside. Who could it be?

She grabbed the pepper spray from her handbag, as another knock was heard. She clutched her phone, close to her chest, ready to call the police.

She looked through the peephole and saw the one person she didn't expect to.

Harry was standing there, his hair sticking on his forehead and his clothes soaked.

She quickly unlocked the door and gasped.

“Harry, what are you doing here?” She asked, worried and confused.

“Need to talk with you, angel.” He slurred, an obvious sign he was drunk. He was pouting and his glossy, his green eyes were bloodshot telling her he was crying. His cologne was overcome by the smell of tequila. Y/N couldn't do anything else than open the door wider and gestured for him to come in.

She closed the door behind her and walked to her kitchen to pour some water for him, in hopes that he would sober up a little. He followed her like a wet and lost puppy that she couldn't turn away.

He takes a gulp of the water she hands him and smiles at her. She looked so cute and tiny compared to him, her hair was a little longer and her skin was still tanned from summer.

“I love you so much Y/N/N. I never wanted to hurt you.” He slurred again.

“But you did, H.” She couldn't tolerate standing there and listening to him pour his heart out when he broke her own a few months ago.

Y/N had started getting better. Getting over him. She was considering starting dating again. But seeing him like this made it so hard for her to think. Think about how fucked what he did and said was.

“Please, my baby, my love, listen to me. I made a huge mistake.” He was pulling his hair and trying to balance on his own two feet. He stumbled and fell to the floor, Y/N immediately reaching for him to make sure he was alright.

“I have missed you. I can't sleep without you. I barely eat anymore. I-I…don’t know what to do without you.” He confessed, tearing up. He pulled his knees up to his chest as he sat with his back on one of the kitchen cabinets.

Y/N was nodding, feeling upset and guilty she made him feel like this.

“H-Harry…I don't know what to say. Please, don't cry. You can stay with me tonight. We'll be fine.” She bent down to be eye level with him, comforting him and hugging him tightly. Neither one of them could deny how safe they felt in that moment, in each other's arms.

Y/N knew she was making a huge mistake, something her therapist won't be able to help with, something her friends cannot support and mostly she cannot expect any one of them to be there to pick up her pieces when everything would break down again.

Harry was led to her bedroom and she helped him lay down, removing his articles of clothing that he claimed felt like lava on his skin.

“Why were you all alone? Don't you still hate the rain?” He asked, getting under the covers of her bed, his eyes slightly closed. Y/N nodded and walked towards her side of the bed.

Y/N laid beside him, wrapping her arms around his back and to his front. He squeezed them three times, before quiet snores were the only thing heard.

How could she say goodbye to him again, when he just spent an entire night with her?

That morning Y/N woke up to an empty bed. She walked out to her living room, to see that she was all alone.

He had left her.

She walked to the kitchen with an ache in her chest and saw a plate with a stack of pancakes with maple syrup on her kitchen counter for her to indulge in.

She ended up spending her whole day crying and watching ‘The notebook’.

The next day, when Y/N's therapy appointment was scheduled, she told her about the night she spent with Harry, how she felt safe and for once, after a few months, slept like a baby and through the whole night.

Her therapist scolded her about her poor choices and talked to her about stepping forward.

A few days passed since Y/N's and Harry's last encounter. Y/N was getting ready for her best friend's birthday party when a knock was heard on her door. She yelled that she'll be right there, thinking it was the delivery guy with her food.

She grabbed her wallet and ran to the door with a wide smile on her face. Although when she opened the door, it was wiped away quickly. She swallowed and looked at Harry's green eyes.

“I missed holding you.” He slurred. Y/N was already running late to help her best friend with the party preparations. She was planning on getting there first out of everyone, to blow balloons and hang the garlands she had bought. But her meal hadn't arrived in time and now, this was happening.

She opened the door wide and he entered, he walked and sat down on her couch with a thump. He giggled at the sound he made and got quickly distracted by the show on her TV.

Y/N groaned and tried to keep in her mind what her therapist, mom and best friend told her.

“It's hard to find an end to something that you keep beginning, over and over again.”

“Hey, come look at this! Monica got stung by a jellyfish!” He giggled, getting comfortable on her couch.

She cursed under her breath, thinking how he would fuck up her progress in getting over him. Now twice. She grabbed her phone from the coffee table and walked in her bedroom to call her best friend.

“I'm really sorry, but I won't make it tonight.” She lied.

“What? Y/N, it's my birthday! You can't miss it.” Her best friend had furrowed her eyebrows, even if Y/N couldn't see it.

“I love you so much, I'll explain everything another time. And I am really and truly sorry.” She apologized again.

“Don't tell me he's there again.” Her best friend groaned and Y/N sighed.

“Y/N/N, he's no good for you. He's going to hurt you again. He's going to keep coming back since you're not turning him away. This is a never ending cycle, babe. Think about all the trauma he put you through. You need to put him in the past and move on.”

Y/N sighed defeated. Her best friend was right.

“Again, I'm really sorry.” She apologized one last time, before hanging up the phone. She walked back to the living room, where he was laying on the couch watching as Ross yelled ‘We were on a break!’. Harry chuckles at that and looks up to find you standing a few feet away from him.

“Care to join me, my beautiful girl?” he asked, making space for her and she smiled sadly as she nodded.

“Let me take my heels off really quick and I'll be right there.” She assured him, going inside her bedroom again, untying the straps from her heels and sitting down on her bed to catch her breath. She felt like throwing up. She felt her chest heating and that she was unable to breathe.

One, two.

One, two.

In, out.

In, out.

She was calm again.

The doorbell was heard, so she got up and out of her bedroom to find Harry already at the door.

“Stay the fuck away from her!” His slurred British accent alarming you. You ran quickly at the door and pushed Harry away from it.

“I'm really sorry about him, he's not feeling well. Thank you for your service!” Y/N tipped the now scared delivery guy, grabbing the bag of food from his hand and closing the door quickly. She pressed her back on it and sighed loudly.

“Don't be upset with me. He just wanted to get in your pants. I was trying to protect you. I always will.” Harry's eyes filled with tears once again. A laugh track was heard and she sighed again.

“It's okay, H. I'm fine. We're fine. Let's go eat!” She grabbed his hand and he smiled, wiping his eyes.

They spent the rest of the night cuddling on her couch.

The next day, he was gone again. She opened her phone to see multiple texts and calls from her best friend, telling her not to worry and that she would forgive her for bailing on her.

Y/N ignored all of them, including her therapist's email to confirm their weekly appointment. She knew that she would be disappointed to hear that she's taking more and more steps back.

A week later, she still hadn't heard a word from Harry and she waited for his appearance on her doorstep.

And there he was, a loud knock on the door startling her from the cookies she decided to bake as a stress reliever.

She ran to the door and opened it to find him there. He looked a little bit better than the last times he visited her, although he still reeked of tequila.

“Hello, my love.” He said, approaching her to kiss her lips. But she pulled away and shook her head. She opened the door wider for him to enter. He did and walked to the couch, sitting down and removing his shoes, already getting comfortable. Y/N couldn't take it anymore.

“We need to talk. I don't care if you're sober or drunk as fuck, but this has got to stop.” She said upset.

“What's bothering you baby? I can kiss it better.” He giggled and made grabby hands at her.

“Harry, I am serious. You can't keep doing this. There's no good reason to believe that we could ever exist again. I cannot be your friend. I definitely cannot be your lover. And I cannot be the reason we hold back each other from actually falling in love with someone else.” Y/N felt lighter after telling him exactly how she felt.

Harry felt a lump growing on his throat, his eyeline was gathering tears and he felt his chest tightening. Suddenly his head was clearer and he wasn't under the influence of alcohol completely.

“I just…you can't keep showing up, especially drunk, ruining everything. Expecting me that I would just take you back. You fucking traumatized me Harry. You broke my heart. And I'm trying so hard to forget you, to put you in the past and you're not letting me do that. You're just too busy playing the victim and acting like you are the one who's hurt, like you're the one that has a specialist taking care of you and your feelings. Can you just for once listen to me and stay the fuck away from me? Just…stay in my memories.”

She felt tears rolling down her cheeks, she didn't even notice she was crying. Harry looked down on the floor, sniffling. Y/N wiped her tears and sat down beside him.

“Since you came all the way over here, I'll let you stay. You can stay as long as it takes, but this is the last time. When you're going to leave, you're taking all of your books that you have left, your coat that’s still in my closet and that good cologne that you have left in my bathroom and it haunts me. It's still on my clothes and pretty much everything that I own and it makes me…feel like dying. I mean, I'm barely surviving as it is.”

Harry was feeling like his heart was being stabbed over and over again. He hadn't realized how much damage he had done to Y/N. He didn't want her to feel that way anymore.

He got off from her couch and walked to her bedroom grabbing his coat, the cologne from the bathroom and gathered the books from her bookcase, putting them inside a tote bag, which was also his.

“I'm not gonna bother you anymore. I-I am really sorry for the damage I did. I never meant to hurt you. I love you way too much and…I know what I'm saying is not gonna change anything but I needed to get it off my chest. I wish you only the best, my lo-Y/N. And I'll always be there for you, if you ever need me. But I'll just stay in your memories.”

He kissed her lips once. Twice. Three times.

When he pulled away both of them had tears rolling down their cheeks, their eyes were red and their lips swollen from the kisses they shared.

“I guess this is goodbye.” Harry whispers. “For now.” He smiled and Y/N nodded.

“Goodbye H. Take care.”

A/N: just a lil valentines day gift lol, this was heartwrenching to write, hope you all enjoyed and cried with me

[finelinemia]

have you ever try this oneeeee🙂‍↕️

[c0wboylikeharry]

THE PACT (h.s fanfic)

(masterlist)

chpt 1

harry styles x fem!reader

summary: Y/N and Harry have always had a complicated relationship. They’re friends, then they’re not. They like each other, then they despise each other. But something deep inside can’t let them stray too far apart, even as everything changes around them. Through the trials and tests of life, the heartbreaks and joys, can Harry and Y/N find their own way? Or will they stick to the drunken marriage pact they made in a time of desperation?

word count: 3.1k

warnings: n/a

a/n: ahhhh first chapter!! i’ve been sitting on this idea for years, so i’m so exited to finally be putting it out! i can’t wait for you to fall in love with this harry, just like i have.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

1 | NEW KID

You were never a fan of school. It was a complicated relationship, truly. One week, you’d be excelling in all of your classes, actually snatching a lunch table with your friends, and feeling like you were on cloud nine. But, the next, you could’ve failed a major test, be fighting with your friends, and be contemplating if complete social isolation is really a bad idea.

You’ve learned from the past 3 years of high school. You lose friends, you fail a test, you contemplate ripping your hair out because your crush called you annoying… It’s natural!

But you shouldn’t be dwelling on the past right now, not as you’re walking down the halls as a senior. When you were a freshman, you’d hear the seniors say that it was like being on a power trip. Of course, you never believed them. You assumed their egos were just bigger than the word ‘REJECTED’ was written in the letters from their top colleges. But, they were right…

Nothing can touch you now!

“Y/N! Over here!” Your speed walking is halted when your name is called from down the hall.

In the sea of people, you spot Leah, her hand waving in the air, flagging you down. You push through the crowd of terrified freshmen, not caring if you knock their shoulders, on your way to your friend. Only when you’re close enough do you spot the rest of your friends huddled together.

“Please tell me we have classes together,” you get straight to the point since the anxiety has been eating away at you all summer.

Everyone immediately pulls out their paper schedules to compare. Last year you didn’t have any classes with your friends—it was hell. Hopefully this year will be different.

“I’ve got APUSH with Mr. Samuels first period,” your friend, Frankie, calls out first, and everyone scoffs.

“Did you just say that to show off that you’re in an AP class?” Ryan rolls his eyes.

“Just say you flunked last year and have to retake World History,” Frankie retorts, shrugging her shoulders casually.

“I have Physics first period,” you interject, because if you didn’t, they’d bicker all day.

“I have Physics too!” Quinn gasps, a large smile on her face. “What teacher?”

“Mrs. Wright?”

“Damn,” she sighs. “I’m with Mr. Matthews.”

“What electives are you guys taking?” Wayde speaks up.

“I’ve got art fifth period,” Leah answers, a given since it’s her passion.

“I’m doing home economics third period,” Ronan surprises the group. He doesn’t seem like the type of person to take that class. When he notices our shocked faces, he defends himself. “What?! It’s an easy A!”

“We’ve seen you try to make popcorn,” you tease.

“I’m sorry, but someone,” he nastily eyes Ryan, “threw away the instructions.”

“There’s a popcorn button on the microwave, Ronan!” Quinn cries out, still as distressed as the day it happened.

Out of nowhere, and far too soon, the bell rings out. Senior year begins. All your friends groan, but you’re buzzing with excitement. You’re not sure why, but this year just feels different.

The group disperses quickly since some of us have to book it to the other side of the school. Your class is probably the furthest, but when you find your feet rushing against the linoleum floors, you slow your pace. You’re a senior now! You’re cool… No need to rush.

When you find your class, you notice the crowd surrounding the door, everyone slowly shuffling inside. It’s hard to try and spot familiar faces in the crowd, but that’s probably because there aren’t any. Not even an acquaintance that you could sit next to. But maybe this will give you the opportunity to make more friends, right?

God, please let this year go fast.

When you—finally—make your way into the classroom, practically all the lab benches are already taken. Groups of people talking or loners making friends with other loners. The only table left is in the front, right by the door. Fantastic.

You take the seat closest to the wall, reluctantly. At least now you won’t have to awkwardly sit at a table with people who don’t want you there. You keep your head down as the last few stragglers shuffle in, internally praying that no one sits beside you. Who else would want a front seat anyway? You’re the only idiot who chose it willingly.

“This seat taken?” Apparently, you were wrong.

Peering up at the person who interrupted your thoughts, you hope it’s someone you may know. But…it isn’t. In fact, you haven’t seen this face in all your 3 years here. Sure, you may not know everyone who walks these halls, but you would remember this face.

He can’t be an underclassmen, unless he was held back a few years, because there’s a small tattoo on his inner arm. He’s tall. Very tall. Good head of hair. Actually, maybe too much hair. Might be weighing him down a bit from sight of his hunched posture. Nice face, you guess. Well, you know. Pretty eyes. Even if they’re staring at you with clear as day confusion right now.

Oh, shit, right. You’re supposed to speak now.

“Oh,” you laugh awkwardly, “no, it isn’t.”

“Cool,” he replies quickly, dragging the stool out and taking a seat.

“Good morning, Seniors!” You only realize how hard you’ve been staring at him when the teacher interrupts, waltzing into the room. An unenthusiastic ‘morning’ rolls out throughout the students, which the teacher just can’t accept. “Come on, you can do better than that! I know it’s early and you wish you were anywhere but here, but give me something!”

That’s when Janey, the schools teacher’s pet, sings out, “Good morning, Mrs. Wright!”

You try—you really do—to hold back your groan at her enthusiasm to be favored, but apparently it slips out quietly. You only know this because Mr. Mystery beside you snaps his face in your direction. Your eyes grow wide as a nervous smirk grows on his face. It’s very lopsided, revealing dimples. Cute.

Mrs. Wright begins attendance, rattling off every name on the list and striking them off as they half-heartedly mutter ‘here’. When it comes to your turn, you can instantly feel your cheeks go red, quickly calling out your being.

“Oh! We have a new student in our class! Wow… Transferring your senior year, that’s harsh.” Your eyes travel around the room looking for who it could be, though you have a hunch. “Harry Styles?”

“Here,” Harry—formally Mr. Mystery—speaks beside you. It’s nice to put a name to the face.

“Welcome to Woodbridge! Hope you don’t hate us already given your circumstances of coming in so late.”

“No,” he laughs lightly—uncomfortably.

“Can I ask what brings you here?” Mrs. Wright presses, and you can’t say that you aren’t curious too.

What if it’s something crazy? Like, he was expelled from his last school for creating a weapon of mass destruction in his last science class? Oh god… Maybe you should switch seats?

“Mom got a new job,” he explains simply. Not too keen on sharing to a group of strangers, you guess.

Mrs. Wright takes his reply as is and moves on to the next kid. “Brock Sanders?”

“Here.”

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

You’re holding on by a thread. You should’ve never gone into this day with such a positive attitude. Other than Physics, all of your classes have been horrible. The teachers have, not just sticks, but tree trunks up their asses. You have no friends in any of your classes and the day just feels like it’s dragging on.

The silver lining is that it’s finally lunch.

You aren’t even sure why you’re walking into the lunch room since you’re positive none of your friends could’ve gotten a table. Once that bell rings, everyone becomes a track star. And, well, you and your friends are too out of shape to even try.

The commotion of the school only grows louder as you walk further into the room. Loud chatter, laughter, and even some screaming. It’s easy to spot the different cliques at the tables. Somehow they always get one. Guess you just have to know people to get that lucky. You’ve got the jocks, the nerds, the burnouts. It’s all very High School Musical. Perhaps if you broke out into song someone would give up their table?

The freshmen wander around aimlessly in search of a table, not yet knowing that the bathroom stalls are about to become their best friends. It almost makes you sad. Nostalgic. But, luckily, Leah’s brother was a senior back then so he’d let us sit with his group. The entire table reeked of weed, so you barely ate lunch that year. But you did smoke your first blunt!

“Y/N!” Speak of the devil, Leah calls out to you from across the room—sitting at a table. You could cry tears of joy. How did they snatch one?

Your feet shuffle against the over-waxed floors, making your shoes squeak against the tile. But when you get close enough to them, you skid to a halt.

Sat in between Ronan and Wayde, Mr. Mystery—or, sorry, Harry—laughs along with the group. It’s not a bad type of shock to see him, more so just…confusion. We haven’t added anyone into our group since Quinn and Frankie in sophomore year. But maybe that’s not what’s happening here? Maybe they’re just using him for a table?

You slowly sit down between Leah and Quinn, eyeing the conversation going on on the other side of the table. Frankie and Ryan speak on one side of you while Leah and Quinn talk over you. But you’re more focused on what Ronan and Wayde are saying to the new face.

“Oh, shit, right!” Wayde smacks his hand against his forehead. “Y/N, this is—“

“Harry,” you finish his sentence, speaking to the man of the hour instead of Wayde.

“Y’all know each other?” Wayde’s eyes dance between us. “Was there some summer romance we didn’t know about?”

“What?” You snap back into reality. “No, we have Physics together.”

“Oh… Yeah, that makes more sense.” You swore, Wayde could be so dense sometimes.

“Y/N, did you pack some of those chips you know I love?” Ronan asks, major puppy dog eyes on his face. To his delight, you pull out a separate baggy just for him, tossing it at his face.

“How’d we get a table anyway?” You ask, ripping open your own bag.

“Harry over here has a free period before lunch!” Wayde shakes Harry by the shoulders, and a shy smile grows on his face. “We met in third period and it was an instant love connection,” he flutters his eyes at Harry, “so he said he’d save us a spot.”

“Well… That was nice of you, Harry,” you speak in between crunches of chips.

“If it meant I wasn’t eating alone on my first day, I would’ve said yes to just about anyone,” Harry jokes, earning a shoulder nudge from Wayde.

“He doesn’t mean that,” Wayde makes sure we know.

“Are you in love with the new kid or something?” Frankie questions, not a hint of sarcasm or jest in her tone.

“What?!” Wayde scoffs, his eyes darting beside me to Leah. “I just think he’s cool or…whatever. Fuck you all. I’m never speaking again.”

“Finally.” Frankie rolls her eyes.

“Don’t worry, man,” Harry murmurs, knocking his shoulder against Wayde’s, “they just don’t understand us.”

“You’re right.” Wayde brightens up again. “He’s officially my new best friend. You’re all dead to me.” When no one protests his words, he pouts and whines, “I actually hate you all.”

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

Your body is buzzing like it knows today is almost over. Just one more class and then you can go home and pretend, at least for a few hours, that summer hadn’t escaped so fast.

Your final class of the day seems like it would be the easiest, but it’s actually the one giving you the most anxiety.

Creative Writing.

You didn’t mean to sign up for it, you were just late to registration and it was the only elective left. You have no idea what to expect when walking into this class. Will you have to recite poetry in front of the whole class? Oh god… You might throw up.

Walking into the room, immediately the vibe is different. You knew this class would be on the artsier side, but it feels as if you’ve just walked into a creative dungeon. There’s linens covering the windows and funky decorations littered all over the place. It’s oddly calming, but you don’t trust it.

“Y/N!” A voice calls out, snapping you out of your judgmental look around.

You peer over and spot Harry, of all people, sitting alone at a desk. Your eyebrows scrunch together, not expecting him. Perhaps he got stuck in this class like you did. Your feet reluctantly carry you to his table, where he’s motioning to the empty seat beside him. Slowly, you slump down into it, finding yourself frowning already even though the class hasn’t even started yet.

“Did you get stuck in this class too?” you groan.

“What? No,” he replies, looking bewildered at your bewilderment.

“So you, electively, chose to be here?”

“It’s called an elective, isn’t it?” he jokes, shrugging his shoulders.

“Why the hell would you choose Creative Writing over everything else?”

He looks a little scared. His eyes bounce back and forth between yours. “Because I wanted to?”

“Hmm,” you hum. He’s hard to read.

Just then, the teacher walks in and greets the class with an all-too cheery smile. You almost roll your eyes. She quickly takes attendance and gives a rundown of the syllabus, but it leaves you with a good chunk of class left.

“For the remainder of the class, I would like you to get to know your table partner better! Let’s start by sharing your most memorable dream!”

You groan, contemplating slamming your head against the desk. If this is any indication of how the rest of the year will be, you’re doomed.

“Do you want to go first, or me?” Harry asks, apparently genuinely interested in this topic.

“We don’t actually have to share our dreams…” You cringe internally, slightly turning toward him in your chair.

He’s leaning back now, arms crossed over his chest. The picture of casualness. The opposite of what you’d be on your first day at a new school. But, you guess, from the way every girl has been eyeing him since he opened his mouth, he really has nothing to worry about. You should probably warn Wayde that his little bromance will be ruined once the populars recruit him and he leaves us in the dust.

Guess you can at least entertain him until then.

“I’ll take that as I’m going first,” he says, shifting in his seat until he’s comfortable. And despite your eye roll, you find yourself moving too, turning in your chair until your knees face him. “I’ve had this recurring dream that I’m being chased by this massive spider, but I can’t get away because the ground keeps caving in.”

“Sounds like a fear of spiders,” you psychoanalyze him.

“But I’m not afraid of spiders!” he defends, a look of confusion on his face.

“Doesn’t sound like it,” you tease, earning a side-eye scowl from him. It, oddly enough, makes you laugh.

“The worst part is that, in my head, I’m yelling that the ground wasn’t supposed to fall! And then the dream restarts so the ground won’t cave in, but it just keeps doing it!”

“So… A fear of spiders and loss of control? Got it.” You nod, sizing him up.

“Are you my therapist now?” he laughs lightly, turning in his seat until your knees brush together.

“I charge a thousand bucks a minute.”

“Okay, let’s hear your dream so I can tell you everything that’s wrong with you,” he jokes, a permanent lopsided smile on his face.

“Let’s see…” You ponder for a minute, pursing your lips and tapping your finger against them. “Oh! One time, I had a dream that my dad died, but, like, his soul was attached to this Halloween skeleton decoration—like, the small, plastic ones. So, I went into his office and his chair swiveled around, and it was just this tiny little skeleton talking to me as if it was my dad.”

“Interesting…” Harry hums, trying to therapize you. “I think you’re just clinically insane.”

“Sounds about right.” You smile brightly, making him laugh.

When the bell rings, you’re both brought back to reality. Kids rush to get out of the room as fast as they can, wanting to avoid the traffic in the school's parking lot. You don’t really worry about it, you’ll make it home eventually. Calmly, you pack up your things, eyeing Harry doing the same.

Slinging your backpack over your shoulders, something stops you from just walking out of the door. Something keeps you standing by the desk, acting as if you’re situating yourself instead of waiting.

“Do you drive to school?” Harry asks, noticing you waiting, but not saying anything about it.

“Yeah,” you nod, “what about you?”

“Nah,” he shakes his head. “I rode my bike here.”

“How far do you live?” You hope your question doesn’t come off stalkerish and more like you’re just worried about his well being from riding long distances.

He begins the trek out of the room with you tailing behind him. “I live down by the creek.”

“Seriously?” you gasp, and he nods. “Which street?”

“Sansbury,” he replies, a little scared of your reaction.

“I live just a few blocks up on Cedar!” Your words come out more excited than you intended them to be. You’re not plotting anything! Just…stating facts.

“Cool,” he replies as we exit the school and get slapped in the face with the hot weather. “Jesus, is it always this humid?”

“Only during the summer months.” You shrug, not really noticing the horrendous weather since you’ve lived here your whole life. “Gets a lot colder towards the end of September.”

“It snows here, right?” He squints as he stares at you, shielding his eyes from the harsh sun.

“Yeah, the first snowfall is around November.”

He groans. “I need to get my license.”

“I could, uhm…” you suddenly blurt out, but hold back as nerves eat you alive. There’s no reason for them, it’s just annoying. You’d just be being a good person, and if he declines, then that’s fine! “I drive my dad’s old pickup, so… If you wanted, uhm… We could throw your bike in the back and I could give you a ride?”

“Really?” He’s staring at you like you have 3 heads.

“I mean…yeah?” You shrug as nonchalantly as you can.

“Yeah… Cool.”

You’re going to start a tally on how many times he says that word in one day.

[onedirection4eversstuff]

Hs1 era was something else 🙂‍↕️

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[myonlyangel13]

8 years of the album that saved my life🩷

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HAPPY EIGHT YEARS TO THIS MF ALBUM, I LOVE YOU