#harry styles mini fic

[purplecoffee13]

Nemesis with Benefits - Part 1

Summary: “You got cheated on, and Harry is the one your ex cheated with. You hate him, he hates you, and the universe seems to hate the both of you, because you keep being thrown into the same spaces.”

Wc: 3.3k

Tropes: enemies to lovers

Warning: mentions of cheating, foul language

A/N: Hey guys! I’m going to see Taylor this weekend, but I wanted to give you the first part of my new series before I log off for the weekend. I know Harry is sounding quite unlikable, because he is, but it is a slow burn so give it some time and let him explain!!!!! Enjoy xxx

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Part 2 is up!!!

It has been almost three weeks since you and your ex-boyfriend Dylan have broken up. You were heartbroken when you found out he cheated on you, and you still aren't over it in even the slightest. It was just unfathomable to you. How could he cheat on you and just step from one relationship into another?

Yes, that's right, Dylan immediately started dating the guy he cheated on you with. You couldn't believe when you first heard who it was, but it also didn't surprise you much.

Harry has had it out for you from the moment you and Dylan first started dating. You had no idea why, but now that those two are together, you finally understand. He was jealous of you. He wanted Dylan all to himself and— well, he succeeded. The fucking prick.

You had been trying to get over the humiliation and sadness, but it proved to be very hard. You had been in love with Dylan for so long, long before the two of you even started dating, and it was your first real relationship. You couldn't just move on that quickly.

But you were done. Done with crying and whining and bitching about it. It was like some sort of switch had turned, like the first stage of the moving on process had worn out. It was time to try some other methods of getting over Dylan. You finally took the advice from your friends, and tonight was your first date since the break-up.

You had downloaded tinder, and found yourself multiple matches. One guy named Brady, asked you out for drinks tonight, and you said yes. And so, the second stage of moving on commenced.

Now you're in one of the bar's booths, waiting for Brady to show up. He was handsome in his pictures, and he seems like a nice guy. You fiddle with your hands as you wait. You know that if something is going to happen between the two of you, it won't be serious or permanent, but you can't help but be nervous anyway.

You agreed to meet up at nine, and right now it's ten minutes past nine. A pit grows in your stomach as you sip on your beer. He wouldn't be standing you up, would he?

You wait and wait until it's a quarter to ten, and tears prickle in your eyes. What a disaster. How could you even think that this was a good idea?

You flag down a waitress and pay for the beers you drank as you waited. It isn't until you stand up that you realize how many it were. You are quite the lightweight, so five beers on a stomach filled with only a salad for dinner wasn't the best idea.

You walk out of the bar, and grab your phone to order an Uber. That is when you spot someone sitting on the bench in front of the bar, and you groan aloud.

Sitting on the stupid bench is stupid Harry, the guy which Dylan cheated on you with. Out of all people, you just had to run into him. He looks up upon hearing you groan, and the distaste on his face at the sight of you almost makes it look like you're the one Dylan cheated with on him.

"What the fuck do you want?" Harry asks, putting a cigarette to his mouth, and holding a lighter to it to turn it on.

"To ruin your relationship with your boyfriend— Oh no wait, that was you! Asshole..." You mutter as you roll your eyes. You turn around, almost falling over at the speed with which you did, but you are quick to steady yourself. You squint at your screen as you search for the Uber app in your phone.

"Fuck you." Harry murmurs under his breath, and you flip him off without turning around. You don't want to be around this guy, so you start walking away from him. Might as well warm yourself up as you wait for your Uber to arrive. If you can find the damn app...

Then a car honks and before you have time to look up, you are pulled into someone's arms. You look up from your phone and see a white car driving by, still honking at you, and when you turn around to see who is holding you, Harry's eyes meet yours. Once having regained your senses, you push him away.

"Get off of me!" You growl at him, dropping your phone accidentally.

"Are you stupid?! How fucking pissed are you to not notice a car coming straight at you—" Harry barks back at you as he picks up your phone, and hands it to you. You snatch it away, disgusted with the fact that he is touching your stuff.

"Shut up!" You shout at him with a wavering voice, too overwhelmed by everything. You are on the brink of crying. He seems to notice and quiets down.

"I'll bring you home." He mumbles softly, after you had time to breathe for a second and steady yourself. You frown at him, looking for even the slightest hint of deception—because what else is there to the guy who your boyfriend cheated on you with—but you can't find it.

"You are the last person I would ever step into a car with." You glare at him, crossing your arms. Harry rolls his eyes.

"You think you're my number one choice? No, but I'm not gonna let your drunk ass get run over." He argues back, seeming to be equally as irritated with you as you are with him.

"Yeah, because you're the picture of decency and chivalry." You cross your arms. The nerve of this guy! Trying to be all gentleman like when you know that he is nothing more than a pig.

Harry clenches his jaw, and you can tell he is ready to snap at you. You are waiting for him to start cussing you out—and there is a clear hesitation in his eyes—but he doesn't follow through. He merely sighs.

"Look, I'm not going to force you into my car. Because contrary to what you might believe, I do have some common decency, but I am not going to leave you outside a pub, drunk and alone." Harry explains, trying to catch your eyes as best as he can but you are avoiding his stare, afraid to see the sincerity behind them. "So, I either bring you home, or wait for an Uber with you."

You think it over for a few seconds, but your train of thought is interrupted when your name is shouted from a distance. You look in the way where the sound came from, and see Rebecca—a friend from class—wave at you with a big smile on her face. You wave, then turn back to Harry.

"Fuck. you."

You articulate the words slowly, hoping they marinate in his head, as you glare him down with the genuine spite you have felt from the moment you were made aware of the betrayal. You don't give him the chance to respond or even process what you just said, you just walk away.

You don't look back at Harry either, because you are sure that the hint of guilt that presses down on your chest is translating to your face, but you don't want to give in to it. Dylan betrayed you, and while he is the more culpable one in the situation, Harry did this too. He knew you and Dylan were together, and he still did what he did. The guilt transforms into a sadness as your mind wonders, how much did he have to hate you to do this to you?

You shake off the thought and paint a smile on your face as you reach Rebecca. She pulls you into an embrace and asks you how you are doing, and you answer that you're doing well.

"Was that... Harry?" She asks, whispering his name as if it would be a crime to say it out loud. The corner of your mouth tugs up.

"Yup." You nod.

"What did he want from you?" She glares at the place where Harry stands— or stood, because by the time you turn around, he is gone. You stare at the pavement, your body trying to push away that wave of emotional pain that seeing Harry instigated.

"I have no idea."

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Few days later

You stare at yourself in the mirror of your vanity desk. Lipstick still in hand, you analyze your own face. Your make-up sits pretty on your face, painting the image of a woman who has her life together. But the truth couldn't be further from that.

Tonight, you're attending a birthday dinner of one of your friends, Benjamin, in a restaurant in the city. You truly were looking forward to it, but now that you and Dylan aren't together anymore, the fun event has turned into something you have been dreading.

You got to know Dylan through Benjamin. Benjamin was in your first project group ever at Uni. The two of you bonded and have been very close ever since. Benjamin is the type of person that knows a lot of people, and Harry is one of those people

Harry and Benjamin went to high school together. At least, that's what Benjamin told you when he introduced you to Harry at that one party all those years ago. It was at a random fraternity party on campus at the end of the first year, and it is where you met Dylan. Harry and him were roommates, so they had come together.

It was a cobweb of connections, and you have met a lot of people through Benjamin, but you really clicked with Dylan that night. Of course, now that doesn't seem to hold any value anymore, but you can't change the night you met Dylan into a rotten memory. It is sealed with some kind of glass that will always keep it pretty, innocent, sweet, and— well, just lovely.

It's what is going to make it extra hard to see Dylan with Harry tonight. You were happy to celebrate the birthday of your friend, of course, but you definitely weren't looking forward to seeing your ex and the guy he cheated on you with be together, as like— a couple.

You were aware that things like this would happen eventually—because that's what happened when you date someone in the friend group—but that doesn't make it easier. Luckily, a lot of your other friends will be there too.

Rebecca picks you up a good half hour before the dinner starts, and you drive into the city with music blasting through the speakers. You try to clear your head by letting the music take over every part of your brain, but the anxious pit in your stomach can't seem to be contained.

After parking the car a bit further down the street, you and Rebecca make your way to the Italian restaurant. You're about five minutes late—the traffic was worse than expected—so you both hurry over to the corner where the others are already sitting and chatting.

Benjamin gasps when he sees you and pulls you in for a big hug. You smile and congratulate him before handing him the bag which contains his gift. While he turns around and places it on the table, you take the opportunity to scan the room. It doesn't take long to spot Harry—you had felt his presence since you got here—but your eyes can't seem to find Dylan.

You don't allow yourself to feel any relief, as there might be a chance he is still in the bathroom. But when Benjamin tells everyone to sit down, placing you on his left and Harry on his right, you see that all the chairs are filled. Apparently Benjamin senses your confusion, because he leans in and whispers in your ear:

"He didn't come."

The words grant an overwhelming release of emotions that were making you feel like shit, and you start feeling like maybe you can enjoy tonight after all. Partly, at least. You frown; It is weird that Dylan wouldn't come to Benjamin's birthday. He was invited; you were next to him when he got the text.

You take a deep breath and decide that this isn't something you should be focusing on tonight. Alas, you are freed from the fucker for now. You should least enjoy it while you can.

You are seated next to Benjamin, on his left side. Harry is seated on his right side, keeping you apart. Since you are both important to Benjamin, he wants the two of you close to him, but not to each other.

The first course comes around pretty fast, and along with the two glasses of wine you down in record time, everything seems to be going quite smoothly. You avoid any contact whatsoever with Harry, and try to be as invested in Benjamin as you can.

After the main course, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, and sneak away from the watchful eyes of the others. Instead of going to the bathroom, you go outside and light up a cigarette. It is an unfortunate habit you have began succumbing to since everything that happened. The smoking takes your mind off the stress for a couple of minutes, and it is the only thing that has kept you from going insane.

"Are you smoking?" A voice filled with disbelief asks from behind you. You freeze when you recognize the depth of it, along with the unmistakable accent. Well, there goes the cathartic part of smoking that cigarette.

You don't turn around, and so Harry walks up to you in order to check whether it is really you. He frowns at the sight of you with cigarette.

"Thought you hated smoking." He throws in the comment like it's nothing. But it isn't. You hear the resentment hidden in every word that comes out of his mouth. The grudge that he has held against you from the moment you two met is something you think needs to be studied. To this day, you have no idea what you did to make him so mad at you. But instead of worrying about it like you used to do, you are getting annoyed by it.

"Shitty times call for shitty measures." You take another drag from the cigarette before putting out the bud and throwing it in the bin. You are about to go back inside when a collection of bravely morbid words leave Harry's mouth.

"You don't have to act like I murdered your entire family." Harry growls, clenching his jaw as he reaches for his own cigarettes in his pocket. You turn around to him, thunder written all over your face.

"What did you say to me?" You ask slowly, taking a few steps towards him. Harry doesn't see it, as he is also searching for his lighter.

"Look, I know I did a shitty thing but..." His words come to a halt when he sees how much closer you are to him than before, and you don't miss the hint of shock in his eyes.

"But what, hmm? But it's not that bad? But I don't have to be such a bitch about it? But I shouldn't let it influence my behavior towards you? Is that what you were gonna say?" You ask him as you push against his chest a bit, urging him to answer you.

"I was gonna say—"

"I don't give a shit about what you think about my behavior. You didn't give a shit your behavior when you went behind my back and fucked my boyfriend, now did you?" You pose the question, rhetorically. Harry just sighs. "Yeah, I thought so... I can't believe you have the nerve to try and tell me how I should handle you and your new boyfriend fucking me over. Don't do shitty things if you're gonna cry about the consequences. And especially don't go crying to me about."

Harry doesn't look at you, but the tension in his jaw makes you brace yourself for an outburst of some kind. You did pretty much still him to the ground just now. But nothing of the sort happens. Instead, Harry says something unexpected.

"He's not my boyfriend."

You physically take a step back, genuine confusion on your face. What? You were certain that Dylan and Harry were together. It had been all over campus after you first broke up.

"He— he cheated on me. Broke up with me a couple days ago." Harry confessed, still not meeting your eyes. A whole lot of nothingness fills your organs as you stare at him. You have no idea what you are supposed to feel right now. The overwhelming amount of emotions has turned into one empty space that leaves room for nothing but a blank stare.

You feel like you're supposed to laugh at him—in your head at least—and tell him that he had it coming. He did, of course, but you just didn't expect it to happen so soon. You had no idea that Dylan was such a loose canon. At least you are rid of him, that is one positive thing about this whole messed up situation.

Nevertheless, anything that you think you are supposed to feel, is not there. There is no relief, or joy, or lightness that brings a cocky smile to your face as you soak in the karma that was clearly on your side here. No, you are filled with a dull ache that you recognize to be faint sadness. It's too distant to drown in but the familiarity of it still manages to make it sting a little bit.

Harry takes a deep breath, waiting for whatever you are going to say. You can tell that he mentally preparing himself for the humiliation to come, and as much as you'd like to give it to him, you can't find it in yourself to do so.

"That sucks. I'm sorry."

"Th— thanks..." Harry responds slowly, not sure how serious to take your words. You know he was expecting an entirely different reaction.

"I know I had it coming." He adds with a a hint of frustration that makes it seem like you already told him that. Of course, you had the comment in your back pocket already.

"I mean... I wasn't gonna say it so soon, but—"

"Yeah, I thought we would get it out of the way." Harry interrupts you with an annoyed smile. Your previously sad face had turned into more of a smug one and it was more than he could bear, so he just had to say it before you did. He didn't want you to rub it in his face.

Silence creeps upon the two of you. Awkwardly, you stare into the distance as you ponder the new information. It made Dylan even more of a dick than you already thought him to be.

At first, you had thought that Dylan cheated on you because he was in love with someone else— Harry. And while it is still unacceptable, it seems less heartless than cheating with no other intention but sexual pleasure. You could see in Harry's eyes that he didn't expect Dylan to cheat on him, so he must've thought it was love. But it wasn't. That just makes it more shitty than it already was. You find the stinging feeling of sympathy entering your chest when you think of Harry, but you don't want to feel that about him, so you squint at him.

"I still hate you, you know." You say to him.

"Right back at ya, sweetheart."

[paulyenvol6]

Against All Odds (Masterlist & Moodboard)

Hey, I have written a little mini series that I'd like to share with you. I'll probably post one chapter every day and the whole story contains of about 15,000 words.

It's Harry x reader and at first I want to post my moodboard, as well as a short summary. Hope you enjoy x

Right before the beginning of the tour Mitch has health issues and that’s why y/n takes his place last minute. But unfortunately Harry and y/n can’t stand each other and can’t even be in the same room. But after unexpectated events things seem to change a little...

Only read if you're 18+

Contains: detailed smut, fingering, p in v, oral (f & m receiving), edging, overstimulating, angst, fighting, soft dom Harry, mentions of losing virginity, inexperienced and virgin reader, aftercare, fluff Before each chapter I'll give detailed trigger warning so read with caution :)

contains smut: *

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 * Chapter 4 * Chapter 5 (Final Chapter) *

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

The Assistant - Christmas Special**

Sorry it's late, it's been a busy holiday and I appreciate you rpatience. It's mostly fluff and Y/N meeting Harry's family, there's a smutty part in there as well.

WC: 13.4K

Warnings: Unprotected Sex

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Y/N could not believe that she was in London. Flying had been a new and extremely petrifying experience, she had no idea how Harry did this as often as he did, but nevertheless, she was grateful that he had experience with it and was able to talk her down from her nervous breakdowns. Their first order of business was buying her a coat, being from California Y/N hadn’t even had the need of a formal coat, sweaters she had plenty of, but England was far colder and she had borrowed one of Harry’s, but he insisted on her having one of her own. Their car was waiting for them outside of the shop as he had her choose one that she liked. She was trying to be quick about it because she didn’t want to keep the driver waiting too long.

“Baby-“

“What about this one?” Harry asked, showing her a black fur coat and she shook her head.

“I can’t think of what they killed to put that on there.” She confessed and he smiled and nodded.

“Very true.”

“I was wondering if I should be getting any gifts for your family?”

“If you really want to you can, it’s not at all expected.” He said as he continued looking along with her, “What about this one?”

“You’ve seen the kind of klutz I am, lets stick to a darker color, yeah?” She asked with a grin and he chuckled.

“Oh right…” he mumbled and she giggled.

“Ooh, look at this one! I can attach a hood if I want!” She said showing him a nice black one with large gold buttons.

“I think that one’s nice.” He smiled.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, s’perfect.” He assured and soon they were paying and Harry was helping her get it on before they headed back out to the car and off they went.

“Well what could I get for your family? At least something for your parents, sister, and brother in law.” She said and he suggested they go to a Christmas market, sometimes there were a lot of artisans who would come and put out their work. She had brought them some things from California, but nothing remarkable or special in any way, just some mugs because Harry said his mum and sister liked them. They drove a bit out of the main parts of the city to more residential looking areas and soon they were turning on their street. Harry had the biggest smile on his face as he looked out the window.

“You see that little playground there? I lived there every summer.” He said to her as she peaked out, “Remember we had a birthday for a friend of mine there one time and I got on the merry go round too soon after and ended up getting sick all over myself and two other kids.” He chuckled and she shook her head.

“Oh gross…”

“Yeah, it was very traumatic. For the other two kids as well.” He said and she giggled, “Oh there it is!” He said pointing to two-level home about the same size as her own house. It was all white though and had a dark blue door. Right outside there was a small, light yellow car outside on the driveway, “Oh mum’s home.” He said quietly and she started to feel the nerves bubbling up in her system.

“I’m gonna be sick, Harry.”

“You’ll be fine. She loves you already, imagine when she meets you.” He said and she sighed. The gentleman started driving up into the car park and shut it off and she looked outside.

“There are so many windows.” She smiled.

“I know, s’very neat.” He said and she nodded. Soon they were getting out of the car and despite his protests, she was helping with her bags and tipping their driver while Harry went to ring the bell.

“Thank you so much.” She said to the older man.

“Enjoy your trip, miss.” he smiled politely before driving off. She was walking over when the front door opened and she was faced with the prettiest mother she had ever seen in her life. Her smile was bright, much like Harry’s and her eyes big and bright, they made her look so kind and friendly, she likely was, much like her son. 

“My handsome boy! Look at you!” She cooed and opened up her arms as she hugged him tight, “I’ve missed you so much.” She said more quietly as they embraced each other for a few moments. Y/N could just feel the love and affection between them as they met again after so much time apart. Finally they pulled back a bit and she smiled up at him, “Your hair’s getting long.” She said spoke with a reminiscent tone, “Looks like when you were about 9 or 10.” She pointed out and Harry smiled.

“Yeah, it’s kind of in now, growing it out.” He explained and she hummed, “And well, what you’ve been waiting for now for months.” He breathed out a chuckle and moved off to the side to reveal Y/N, “This is my girlfriend, Y/N. Y/N this is my mother, Anne.” He introduced them and Anne was smiling so brightly and Y/N came up to the door and extended her hand.

“Hello Anne, it’s wonderful to finally meet you.”

“Oh darling, come in for a hug!” She said and Y/N giggled as they hugged, “I’ve been hearing loads and loads about you since you started working together.” She said and Harry went all pink in the face as his mum outed his fondness over Y/N.

“Oh really?” She giggled and Harry rolled his eyes.

“Mum, just stop.” He mumbled and Anne chuckled.

“Come on in, the tea’s just about ready.” She said and helped them bring their luggage into the warmth of the house, “Now, we haven’t got tons of space, Gem’s old room is sort of a storage space right now,” she explained, “So I was thinking that if you wanted to sleep in the same room you could take the master suite and I can sleep in your old room, H.” She said.

“Oh no, no need to uproot yourself.” Y/N cut in, “I don’t mind the sofa or wherever else if we can’t fit on the bed.”

“Baby, we fit. If we fit in your bed we fit that bed.” He assured and she smiled and nodded.

“Perfect! Go on and get settled in, I’ll get the tea ready.” Anne insisted and Harry led Y/N up the narrow staircase to the second level of the home. There were some family photos lining the wall and she took her time in looking them over. Harry felt really happy at having her in the space where he grew up. He too was nervous about having her over to meet his family, he knew that they would love her, but it was just one of those things that let them know that he was serious about her. He’d damn well flown her over from across the world to have them meet her! 

“Look at you!” She cooed at a particular photo of him in a little baker-boy cap, “You look the same as when you were a kid.” She turned to him with a grin and he scoffed.

“I do not.” He mumbled.

“You do too! Those pretty, big eyes, that flirty little grin…” she giggled at him and he grinned timidly and she laughed softly, “Literally, that’s the one.” She pointed out.

“You’re more embarrassing than my mum.” He mumbled and she rolled her eyes.

“Oh please, you love the attention.” She said as she squeezed past him to get to the landing.

“Can’t deny that.” he grinned as he followed her up and led the way to his old bedroom and opened up the door, “This is it.” He announced as he let her walk in first and she smiled as she looked around. There wasn’t much in there, the small bed was up against the wall. The mattress was encased in a wooden bed frame and the mattress was covered in a plain light green comforter and two pillows at the head of the bed. Folded up on the foot of the bed was a  thick knitted blanket, it was a mix of yellow, orange, and brown tones from what she could tell. There was a window looking out to the neighbor’s yard on the wall opposite the door and there were dark green floor length drapes pulled back to let the light of day in. The carpet was a light blue, almost grey color and the walls were white and bare. There was a little bookshelf that was full and a record player on the dresser he had in there. Overall the room was quite simple and understated, but it was comfortable and homey.

“I like it.”

“S’nothing compared to what I have in America, but I like it too. Miss the simplicity of this sometimes.” He said as he followed her in and set his suitcase down and she did the same and came up to him with a fond smile.

“Harry, thank you for bringing me here.” She said and he smiled at her. “I must admit I’m still a little nervous, but I am really excited to meet all of your family if they’re anything like your mom.” She said and he smiled.

“Oh, they definitely are. Brits have this reputation of being cold and rigid, but I’ve never really had that with my mum’s family. My dad’s side lives up to that stereotype a little bit more, but they’re quite warm when they get comfortable or drunk.” He said and she giggled. “S’why I liked your grandparents, they really remind me of my family.” He said and she smiled, “Oh, I wanted to ask, is there any like special tradition or food or something we should do to make you miss home a little less?” He asked and she hummed.

“What do you usually do?”

“Well we mostly do everything on Christmas Day. We have breakfast and go to the local church service in the morning and then open presents while we have tea and then an early dinner. We all set up for dinner together.” He said and she smiled.

“Well my family does something similar except we open gifts on Christmas Eve, which is not all that important to me.” She assured, “But ummm…we do always have hot cocoa together on Christmas Eve while we do the presents and then pancakes on Christmas Day, I think that’s something I’d definitely miss. Mainly the hot cocoa, my grandma makes the best hot cocoa.” She smiled and he nodded.

“Well we can go find the ingredients and try it, yeah?”

“OK.” She smiled and he grabbed her face and tilted it up towards his.

“Gonna kiss you now, OK?”

“OK.” She hummed and he attached their lips delicately.

“I love you and I’m so happy you’re here.” He hummed.

“Tea’s ready!” They heard Anne call out from downstairs.

“C’mon.” She said pulling him along and he didn’t budge and pulled her back and kissed her again, this one with more depth and she smiled into it as he tried to sneak some tongue in, “Not now, baby.”

“Later then?”

“Perhaps.” She said and he huffed but let her pull him along anyway. Soon they were all sitting around the living room, Harry was right next to her and Anne was pouring their tea from the seat beside them. 

It was amusing for Anne to see this because Harry was a huge mama’s boy. Even when he had girlfriends over for dinner or a party at the house before, he always planted himself beside her. He would obviously be attentive of his partner, but from across the table; almost like he was afraid of fully relying on that other person. Being on the more cautious and timid side, he had been hurt before by other women who found him physically attractive but hadn’t really taken the time to understand that he was slow and cautious when it came to romance and that wasn’t always what they wanted. But with Y/N he seemed to have finally let go of that fear of relying on his partner, maybe it helped that he had been away from home when he met Y/N, whatever it was, Anne was just happy to see very clearly that he was in love and had put his whole heart in it this time. A parents never wants their child to experience things that makes them fear the world, but unfortunately they do sometimes, but seeing him outgrown of his fear of just falling for someone, it made her feel extremely proud of him.

“How’d you take your tea, dear?” Anne asked Y/N.

“Usually just plain.” She confessed, “But I hear tea here is something else.” She said and Anne smiled.

“I must admit that I think I make quite the brew.” Anne smiled, “If you’re open to it I can have you try it how I like it.” She looked up to her and Y/N nodded.

“Yes, that sounds lovely. Thank you.” She assured and Anne got to adding a little splash of creme and a cube of sugar to it.

“Please add more sugar if you prefer it, I don’t fancy a sweet tea.” She said and Y/N nodded as she took the tea cup and had a careful sip.

“Oh no, this is perfect. I don’t prefer sweet all that much either.”

“Oh really? Should see how much coca-cola she drinks when we go out.” Harry teased.

“OK, fountain drinks are different. We both take our coffee black, don’t we?” She asked and he hummed.

“Still prefer coffee, do you?” Anne asked Harry and he chuckled as she poured some creme into the next teacup and dropped in three cubes of sugar.

“It just tastes better.” He said and she shook her head.

“Here you are, love.” She said as she handed over his teacup, “Milk and sugar for you.” She teased and Y/N giggled.

“Oh hush…” he mumbled and Anne grinned as she prepared her cup exactly like Y/N’s. Conversation was quite easy with Anne, she was curious about their work and about their dynamic there and outside of work. She wanted to know about Y/N’s family and her hobbies. Y/N also asked questions about Anne’s life and hobbies and Harry was very pleased that they were getting along well. He knew they would, they were both very pleasant people, but there’s always a slight chance of things not going how he expected. But this was going really well, right now they were talking about gardening and how Y/N would always help her grandmother prune their plants in their garden outback. Anne had a beautiful garden, he loved the spring because everything was bright and blooming, she also had a little strawberry patch and a cherry tree that faithfully gave in abundance every year. Those were a lot of the memories Harry had of his summers.

“Oh, that’s so neat! I can imagine all of the delicious things you can make out of those.” Y/N said and this got his mother going on her summer jams and pies. Everything was going swimmingly and Harry just hoped that at the end of this vacation they could all without a shadow of doubt envision her as his life partner, the way he did. He loved her ambition and strength, her hardships had made her into a compassionate and kind soul, she was smart and beautiful and so open to learning about anything and everything and he reckoned that having a wife like that would make like together an absolute adventure and he wanted that with her, so fucking much.

“So any plans before dinner?” Anne asked Harry and he nodded.

“Wanted to take her to a Christmas Market, they don’t have those in America.” He said and Y/N nodded.

“Well the one in Richmond continues to be my favorite one, but there are decent ones that are a bit closer.” Anne said.

“Well I don’t mind if we go for a little ride.” Y/N smiled at Harry and he nodded.

“Lovely, we can go to the one in Richmond then.” Harry decided.

“Would you like to come with us, Anne?” Y/N asked Anne and she glanced to Harry quickly who just smiled and nodded once.

“Are you sure?” She asked turning back to Y/N, “I wouldn’t want to impose on your time together.” She explained with a polite smile.

“Oh, not at all, he’s here to spend time with you, so please join us if you’re up for it.” Y/N insisted and this made Anne smile.

“Alright then, thank you for the invitation. I’m just going to freshen up a bit.” She said and they both nodded and Anne hurried off to her bedroom. Harry chuckled once she was out of the room at his mother’s eagerness.

“Your mom is the cutest!” Y/N turned to Harry with the biggest smile and endeared look in her eyes.

“She is pretty wonderful.” He nodded along, “And thank you for including her in our plans today. That’s really considerate of you.”

“Oh of course, baby. I know you miss her and we’re here to spend time with them. S’precious time  and I don’t want to leave and have you feeling like you didn’t do enough with your family.” She said with a little smile and then kissed the tip of his nose and he grinned.

“I love you.” 

“I love you most.” She whispered back.

***********

Harry was crammed in the backseat but he was enjoying hearing his mum and Y/N chatting and laughing. Anne wanted to drive to show Y/N some sights on the way to Richmond, Y/N’s face was basically pressed to the window the whole time, ooh-ing and ah-ing at the hidden wonders Anne would point out to her. Finally, they were in the vicinity of the Christmas Market and Anne found a place to park and they started weaving down a few streets before getting there and Y/N quite literally gasped.

“This is so pretty!” She cooed, she was walking on Harry’s righthand side, their fingers were intertwined and on his left side Anne and Harry’s arms were linked as they all walked through the market looking at different vendors and stopping every now and again to get a closer look. “I have to get one of these for my grandparents!” Y/N exclaimed upon seeing some handmade and customizable Christmas ornaments. The one she was interested in was in the shape of a castle guard. They waited around while the older gentleman who carved these out painted a little note on the back.

“Thank you very much.” Y/N smiled at the man after paying and he nodded with a friendly smile and she turned over to Harry who waved at the man before they headed off to meet Anne in the line for the mulled wine, “Are you sure I shouldn’t get your mom something?”

 She asked and he shook his head.

“No, she’s fine. She’s got lots of stuff.” He assured her and she sighed, “Besides, I’m upgrading her television for Christmas, she’s been having issues with it lately.” He explained and she rolled her eyes.

“Well that’s from you!”

“I’ll say it’s from us.” He smiled at her and she sighed.

“What about jewelry or brooches?” She said as they passed a little antiques booth.

“She does like earrings a lot and watches.” He hummed as he glanced over to the table that had her attention.

“We can circle back.” She said and he nodded as they continued a few feet towards the  mulled wine line and it was certainly worth the wait. The sun was setting and it was getting much colder than Y/N was used to. She was shivering and was hugged into Harry’s side.

“Should we eat out or cook something up at home?” Harry asked.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” Anne said and they ended up going a little French restaurant that Harry had been to before. Y/N had a bit of a sweet tooth and unbeknownst to her Anne did as well and they found themselves ordering the same dessert and laughing about it afterwards. “Well, I’ve had a marvelous day. Thank you for inviting me along.” Anne smiled.

“Of course, mum. We’re just happy to be here.” Harry assured her and Y/N nodded along.

“Is this your fist Christmas away from home?” Anne asked Y/N and she nodded.

“Yes, I’ve been in LA for my whole life.” She confirmed.

“Your parents must feel strange without you there. I know I did the first time Harry didn’t come home.” She explained, Y/N was just about to nod because truly her grandparents felt like her parents to her and Anne didn’t know about her biological parents, but Harry being the protector he is jumped in first.

“Mum, let’s not talk about her parents.” He said gently and Anne frowned.

“Oh, I’m so sorry if I overstepped or-”

“No, no, no don’t worry about it!” Y/N assured, reaching her hand out to Anne’s and then she glanced to Harry with a small smile, “I appreciate you trying to spare my feelings, but it’s OK.” She assured him and he nodded, “I’ve lived with my grandparents my whole life.” She then explained to Anne who nodded with a sympathetic look in her eyes, “We can talk about it when we get back if you’d like, I don’t really mind it, it’s just a bit of a morbid topic for dinner.” She said with a smile and Harry chuckled and Anne glanced at him, as if telling him to have some respect.

“I just wanted to know about your upbringing is all, we don’t have to go into the details if you don’t want.” Anne assured and Y/N shrugged.

“I’m an open book and my sleeping is messed up I’m quite sure of it, so we can chat about that as much as you can bear.” She assured.

And so they did, they got home and showered and got dressed in their sleeping clothes, but they reconvened in the living room to chat. Harry went up to bed as soon as Anne hurried off to grab the small album she had with the collection of photos of them. It was probably around 1am when he heard Y/N sneaking into the room and this roused Harry from his sleep and he groaned.

“What time is it?” He grumbled.

“7 past 1.” She whispered as she lifted the covers, everything was extra warm fro his body heat and she easily settled in and he hugged around her waist, pulling her close, “I really like your mom, she’s the best.” She whispered and he smiled.

“She really is.” He agreed.

“I see where you get a lot of yourself from, it’s sweet.”

“You’re sweet.” He mumbled before pressing a kiss to her shoulder and she smiled, “I love you.” He hummed.

“Love you.”

************

The next day was the 24th, this was certainly a day they would be spending alone. Harry’s parents were divorced and his dad had married someone who was a bit younger, his assistant actually. They had 2 younger children together and so Harry wanted to spend time with them, but also not overshadow their own holiday traditions with his stepmother’s side of the family, so they’d be having lunch with them. They lived on the more fancy side of town, or posh, as Harry stated and it was true, the houses were bigger and more impressive. When they finally arrived Harry made sure to grab the gifts he had gotten for the children and they were heading up to the door. An older woman opened the door and he smiled at her.

“Oh, young Harry look at you!” The lady said and hugged him tight.

“Hello Rose!” He greeted back happily, “This is my girlfriend, Y/N.” He introduced her, “Rose is the kids’ nanny.”

“It’s lovely to meet you.” Y/N smiled as the woman went in for a hug.

“American?” Rose smiled at him and he shrugged with a little grin, “I like it. Now, these are all the hugs you’re getting, poppet. The bosses are handshake types.” She tipped and Y/N recalled something that Harry had said about that the day before.

“Thank you for the tip, Rose. And these are for the kids.” She said and Rose grabbed them.

“I’ll put them under the tree. Enjoy yourselves!” She excused herself with a smile and Harry continued through the house, it was far larger and more extravagant than his mom’s house but she could tell that he still felt like himself here, especially when he pointed out photo of him and his sister on a frame with the other kids and presumably his father and his new wife.

“Oh Harry, good to see you!” A tall and lean brunette woman was coming down the corridor with a bright smile. She did look older than they were, but younger than his mom, and she was dressed in the prettiest red dress Y/N had seen in a while, “I’m sorry I didn’t get the door, was grabbing something out of the oven right as you arrived.” She excused herself and when she reached them she extended a hand and Harry took it and leaned in to kiss her cheek.

“Don’t worry about it. S’good to see you Esther.” He greeted her kindly before pulling back, “Esther, this is Y/N, my girlfriend.” He said and moved aside to allow Y/N to shake her hand and they both leaned in to kiss on the cheek.

“It’s lovely to meet you.” Esther smiled pleasantly, “We’re going to be in the dining room, can I offer you anything to drink? I’ve got wine and beer and water?” She asked with a chuckle.

“A water is fine, thank you.” Y/N assured.

“Make it two please.” Harry cut in.

“Perfect! I’ll go grab your dad and the kids.” Esther said and hurried off as she and Harry found a seat beside each other on the table.

“So quick run down.” He said with a smile and she nodded attentively, “Mum and dad split up when I was very young, it was one of those, the love ran out type of situation. He didn’t get with Esther until I was maybe 11  or 12?” He said and Y/N nodded, “Esther is the sweetest lady, she just brought out a side to my dad that I’d never seen, even with the children, he’s a little sweeter and affectionate, it’s really neat to see.” Y/N smiled, “We do get along well, he does butt heads a lot with my sister though, she’s obviously not here,” he said to the empty seat across the table, “But they always set up a place for her and her husband in case.” He said and she pouted slightly, “I know. The kids are called Desmond, he’s 13, that’s also my dad’s name-”

“Wait, you didn’t get to be the junior?” She asked and he grinned.

“It technically would’ve been the third.” He informed, “And no, my mum was so passionately opposed to naming me Desmond Styles the III, something which I am more grateful for now as an adult. You should ask her the story of the scene she made at the hospital, she loves the tell it and has run out of people to tell it to.” He said and she laughed quietly along with him, “And the girl’s name is Theresa, she’s 8.” He said, “She loves to talk about her horses, she will not shut up about it- well, maybe she’s grown out of that, last I saw her was last year.” He explained.

“OK, Desmond and Theresa.” She said and he nodded, “And what do I call your dad? Mr. Desmond?” She asked and he giggled.

“Just whatever he tells you, depends on what kind of impression he wants to give you.” He said and she nodded. 

Soon enough they were all piling into the dining room and Y/N was introducing herself to everyone with a bright smile. Harry’s father, Des, appeared to be in a very silly mood today - apparently he had been playing with the kids and not in his study as Esther had assumed. The dynamic was nice, they were definitely a bit more reserved than Anne had been with her, their questions were strictly about work and how everything had been going, they wanted to know about Los Angeles and how Y/N liked her job. Obviously a bit about her and Harry’s dating history, but nothing too in depth. Harry was right, Theresa had outgrown her horse obsession, but she was talking Y/N’s ear off about ballet though and from what she gathered from the conversation with her and Esther, she was quite good.

“I got to be Clara in our Nutcracker production.” She boasted with a big smile.

“Oh my, the lead!? Your parents must be so proud.” Y/N smiled at her and the child nodded along, “Can I tell you a secret?” She asked Theresa nodded, “The Dance of the Sugarplum Fairies is my favorite scene from the Nutcracker.”

“I can do the dance for you if you’d like?” She questioned and Y/N glanced over to Esther who smiled and her and nodded.

“After we eat, alright?” Esther said and Theresa nodded in agreement. 

Things were going really well and Y/N was happy to see that there was ample love for Harry on both sides of his family. Eventually, they were all sat in the living room, furniture pushed aside as Harry dropped the needle on the record player to play the soundtrack of the dance Theresa was about to do for them. She found it interesting that little Desmond wanted to sit beside Harry, so she moved out of the way to allow the child to plant himself beside Harry. Obviously, Theresa executed the dance perfectly and they all clapped for her as she curtsied a few times for them.

“Did you like it?” She asked Y/N who was beaming.

“I loved it! You were absolutely brilliant.” She assured Theresa who hurried off to go change after. Apparently Desmond was planted next to Harry because growing up he was teaching him a bit of guitar up until he moved to America and he wanted to show off his progress.

“Yeah, go on. I’m alright here.” Y/N assured Harry, Desmond appeared to be the more timid of the two children. And so they went off to Desmond’s room and Y/N sighed happily and looked to Esther and Des.

“You have a beautiful family.” She smiled.

“Oh, thank you darling.”

“Of course.” She responded.

“Do you have any siblings?” Desmond asked and she shook her head.

“No, it’s just me.” She explained and there was a silence for a moment.

“Just ask what you want to ask.” Esther said to Des quietly and he huffed and then looked to Y/N with slight concern.

“I ummm…we’re just a bit wary because the last serious relationship Harry was in…I mean, he was gutted when it ended.” Des said carefully.

“Yes, he’s told me about that.” Y/N said and he sighed.

“Obviously, as a father it’s hard to watch your child in pain and know there’s nothing you can do about it but let it pass.” He said and she nodded, “I mean, he left us all behind over that and I just…I just want to make sure that he doesn’t get hurt like that again. He seems to be very invested in you, I’ve never seen him this way before.” He tried to explain his reservations and Y/N nodded, “I’m just worried that if things work out and you two…” he trailed off and then looked into her eyes, “What if we lose him again?” He asked more quietly and Y/N frowned.

“I completely understand your concerns. I can say with confidence that whatever I thought love was before letting him into my life in this way, it wasn’t even close to what I feel now.” She smiled at the pair before her, “Sometimes things just work and it felt like that with Harry and I. There’s nothing I would ever do to hurt him. And I know that trust takes time to build and I’m willing to be patient and let you all trust me with his heart in your time.” She smiled, “And well, in terms of losing him, I don’t think you ever will. He loves you all too much and I don’t mean to stand in the way of that. I know being so far away can complicate things, but he’s so determined to make our worlds meet and I’m more than willing to let it happen. I know that right now he’s got a fairly big job in California, but that can always change and if it does…” she smiled and shrugged, “I’d follow if he asked me to.” She confessed and even that confession left her a little baffled because she had thought of it before but was never able to fully commit to the idea and now that she saw him with his family in his element she was more than willing to do that for his sake or their sake, he just seemed so happy here. Des and Esther were smiling upon hearing this.

“I just don’t want to miss out on his life.” He said and Y/N nodded.

“I understand.” She said and just then Harry returned with a bright smile raving about how great Desmond was doing now and then they got to chatting about that. Eventually it was time to go and they’d be heading to another Christmas market where Y/N could get something for Anne. Harry’s dad and Esther actually hugged her goodbye, which caught her by surprise but in her mind it was a victory and she smiled in the car as she looked out the window.

“What did you say to them to make them hug you without any prompting?” He chuckled as he squeezed her hand a bit and she grinned over at him.

“That is private.” She responded smugly and he chuckled and shook his head. 

This Christmas market was nice, but it was not as nice as the one Anne had taken them to the night before. But they were still able to find a nice watch for her that Harry knew Anne would love. They were just waiting for the Christmas wrapping to get done when a voice grabbed his attention.

“Harry Styles? Is that you?” They both turned at the sound of the voice and Y/N’s eyes went a bit wide all on their own upon seeing the blonde, modelesque siren approaching Harry with a big smile. He seemed a bit stiff though.

“Th-that’s my ex. The one I told you about” Harry mumbled to Y/N and she bit her lip as she approached. Also the one that his dad had just spoken to her about, the one who hurt him so bad he literally left the country to be able to move on, “Yes, it’s me. Hello Gwen.” He said and she stopped before them then literally glanced down to Y/N, “This is Y/N, my girlfriend.” He said and her eyebrows raised in amusement upon looking into Y/N’s eyes.

“Hmmm, lovely.” She said then looked back to Harry, “It’s been years! How’ve you been? I heard you moved to America.” She asked.

“I did and it’s been going really well.” He said glancing to Y/N and Gwen nodded with an ingenue smile as she spared another glance at Y/N. Obviously, Harry didn’t see this, but he could feel her air of superiority and he wanted to say something, but he also didn’t want to be petty or impolite and embarrass Y/N.

“And your name is?” She asked looking at Y/N again, even if Harry had just said her name.

“Y/N. And yours?” She asked, playing back just as petty.

“He just said it.” She offered a stiff smile.

“Didn’t catch it, sorry.” Y/N said.

“I’m Gwen, I’m sure you’ve heard a lot about me.” She said a little lowly and glanced to Harry for a moment before back to Y/N who’s brows were creased in a confused expression. All this lady wanted was to assert dominance and Y/N was not about to give her what she wanted, she just wanted to mess with Harry again.

“Ummm…no actually, sorry. We’ve never talked about a Gwen, have we?” She asked looking up to Harry with a grin and he smirked down at her and shook his head.

“No actually. Don’t think we have.” He confirmed and Y/N glanced back to Gwen with a shrug.

“Well we used to be together. I’m his ex-girlfriend.” She clued in with a fake smile still on her lips and Y/N’s eyebrows raised.

“Oh, I see. Maybe it just wasn’t worth mentioning.” She said nonchalantly and Gwen looked to Harry like she wanted to explode, “Well it was lovely to meet you. It’s sweet of you to want to say hello.” Y/N said to her again and Harry was just standing beside her suppressing his smile with his lips rolled together as he slightly shook from the laugh he wanted to let out but couldn’t. 

“Harry, would you like to catch up for a moment?” Gwen asked through clenched teeth and Harry chuckled.

“No, it’s quite alright. It was nice of you to come say hello, though. Thanks for taking the time to do that.” He said and she gave him a fake smile yet again.

“You know what? Fuck you, Harry.” Gwen said through her stiff smile.

“And there it is…” Y/N said softly fore Gwen turned around, “Good riddance!” She called after Gwen who spared a final glare back at them before she continued stalking off. When she looked up to Harry he was red in the face and trembling as he laughed silently and then it all came out of him, spooking a few people beside him, “Sorry, sorry.” She said as she hugged him as he laughed.

“That was brilliant.” He chuckled as he glanced down to her and she grinned with pride.

“It’s best not to give those kinds of people attention.” Y/N hummed.

“I liked seeing you so protective, it’s kind of made me hot for you.” He said lowly and she grinned.

“Yeah?” 

“Mhmmm.” He hummed as he grabbed her face and kissed her deeply, “I think we should get home.” He said with a wink and she giggled.

“As much as I’d love that, we’re at your mom’s place and I’m sure she’d hear all of it.” Y/N said and Harry pecked her lips once more.

“Not if we go slow and granted you can stay quiet for me it should be just fine.” He reasoned and she smirked at him.

“OK fine, if anything even goes remotely wrong-”

“I’ll stop.” He said with a nod and she sighed.

“OK. Thank you.” She said as the lady came over with the gift wrapped watch she had purchased Anne and they were heading off.

“Knew we should’ve stayed in a hotel…” he mumbled and she rolled her eyes.

**********

Dinner had been hearty vegetable soup that Anne had prepared and it definitely hit the spot as Y/N was shivering all evening. They did end up making the hot cocoa and if anything that made her sleepy. They were going to go to the first church service, which was 8:30 so they needed a good night’s rest and after showering Y/N was bundled up in Harry’s tiny bed as she waited for him to come back. She wasn’t sure about their night of lovemaking anymore now that they had an early start but Harry had yet to very from this idea. It was about 9:30pm when he strolled on into the bedroom with his towel around his hips and she giggled.

“You’re gonna get pneumonia, it’s freezing!” She said and he shook his head.

“You’ll warm me up plenty.” He hummed quietly as he started untucking the edges of the towel and she covered her eyes, “Baby, stop it.” He said and she giggled and refused to look. He came and sat on the bed and huffed, “Baby, please I’m so hard for you.” He groaned lowly and that made her peak and he grinned smugly as she peered up at his eyes after checking out the bulge beneath the towel he had around his hips, “See?” 

“I can see.” She hummed, “Want my mouth?” She asked him and he leaned further in to kiss her delicately.

“Mm-mmm,” he denied, “I want your tight and wet little pussy.” He whispered against her lips and she bit her lip to suppress the soft whimper that threatened to leave her mouth as he climbed over her and kissed her deeply. Her fingers weaved into his damp hair and tugged lightly making him moan quietly against her lips. One of his hands slithered beneath her shirt and upon their skin touching she gasped.

“You’re so cold!” She squeaked out.

“Sorry, baby.” He apologized with a smirk and proceeded to grab a hold of her breast, Harry hummed against her lips at her already hardened nipple, “No fun.” He grumbled as he gently pinched at it which made her whine out a whimper. “Should’ve gotten a hotel…” he said again and she giggled before she took a sharp breath as he sucked on her bottom lip, “Love to hear all of your pretty sounds, baby. Don’t know if it’ll be the same without ‘em.” He frowned teasingly and she released a breath of exasperation.

“Baby, please.” She whispered and he grinned.

“Ready for me?”

“M’always ready for you.” She whispered and he smiled against her lips and then suddenly it faded as he pulled back form her mouth just a bit, “What is it?”

“I forgot to- fuck, I didn’t pack condoms.” He whispered and she frowned.

“Oh…”

“I know…I can always pull out before I finish, ughh, just don’t want to make a mess. Maybe we just shouldn’t.” He said with a frown and she bit her lip in contemplation. She was extraordinarily needy for him now and she didn’t want to have to repress her desires, but they also needed to be cautious to not jump the gun in this sense.

“Ugh,” she groaned, “I think you’re right, we shouldn’t tonight. We can go pick up condoms tomorrow.”

“On Christmas? Where?” He chuckled and she shrugged and he sighed, “Oh well, it’ll have to wait.” He mumbled and wrapped the towel around himself again as he stood from the bed and got into his pjs. After a few moments he was turning out the light and slipping into the small bedside Y/N, scooting in until his front was flush to her back and he hugged her tight, exhaling tiredly before he place a kiss to her shoulder. “Thank you for everything today, you were amazing.”  He said softly and she smiled, “Were amazing with my dad and Esther, and the kids, and with Gwen. That was a very gratifying experience.” He chuckled and she did as well.

“I’m glad it went well, I was quite nervous about your dad and his family.” She admitted.

“They warmed up to you quite quickly. Even told me you’re a keeper.” Harry said and she bit her lip in excitement and turned around to face him. “S’why I wanted to bring you here, just wanted to see what that would look like… what it would be like if we…” he trailed off, “We love each other, don’t we? Until the end of our lives.” He said and she smiled and leaned in to kiss him.

“We do.” She confirmed.

“I’ve been thinking a lot lately,” he said and she suddenly felt completely overwhelmed with excitement at would would likely come next, “I’ve been thinking about the future. About my future and your future.” He said softly.

“OK, what thoughts have you had about my future?” She asked with a grin and he hummed.

“Like…do you want to stay at Capitol? Or are you still interested in pursuing journalism?” He asked and she moved a bit closer, her leg settled in between his legs and he draped his arm over her hip.

“I’ve always been interested in music and getting this inside look has been a dream come true. You know, I can’t stop thinking about something.”

“What’s that?” He asked.

“About our first date, when you took us to Sunset Sound.” She said and he hummed, “About Dorene and Toots and just how it’s sweet how they do that together.”

“It is sweet.” He responded, “I’ve thought about that, opening up a recording studio. Jimi Hendrix is working on his own studio in New York, he told me in confidence so don’t tell anyone.” He said and she whispered an OK, “Know a few other artists interested in the idea of artist owned studios…” he said.

“Would you be interested in investing in something like that?”

“I am. You know about my views in regards to supporting the artist above all else.” He said and she hummed, “Who better to construct a place of creation and innovation than the artist themselves?” He said and she smiled.

“Yeah, that’s true. I like the idea of being around all of that energy, you taking me to Sunset Sound truly was the best first date ever, getting to be in there watching all of the creativity unfold was otherworldly. I can’t imagine how much fun Toots and Dorene have with all of that around, doing it together.” She said and he hummed.

“Yeah, that’s like a dream.” He whispered with a smile. They had talked about their future and marriage before, but not in such an intimate and serious context, “W-what if we did that together?” He asked quietly and she bit her lip with excited nerves at what he was implying, “Got married and managed a little studio of our own? We could make music and make love.” He proposed with a smile and he grinned.

“You really want to marry me?”She asked and he smiled.

“Yes! We’ve talked about this.” He chuckled, “And honestly, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since we first discussed it.” He confessed and she leaned in and kissed him and he reciprocated. Their lips moved together slowly and passionately as they moved closer together.

“Seriously?” She mumbled against his mouth and he nodded.

“Yes, baby. Want everything with you.” He responded and she moaned and straddled his lap, grinding down against him before smearing their lips together in a passionate and desperate kiss. She could feel him growing harder beneath her and it was making her resolve to wait a bit longer crumble. 

“I want everything with you too.” She assured and this made his heart beat erratically in his chest as his hands slid down her body.

“Yeah? Want to be my wife? Want to build our life together?” He asked and she nodded and hummed in confirmation, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby. So much.” She panted against his lips, “Mmm, fuck the condom, I want you so bad, baby.” Y/N moaned softly and he kissed her hard and they parted with a soft wet sound.

“Are you sure?” He asked her and she nodded.

“Yes, I’m sure.” She whispered, “I need you inside me.” She admitted her desperation and he kissed her once more before asking her to kneel up so that he get himself out and she proceeded to slip out of her bottom altogether and she soon settled back over his lap, moaning at the feeling of his hot and heavy cock right up against her wet cunt. Harry’s fingers were digging deep into her ass, guiding her movements as she got him more wet with her arousal, groaning as quietly as possible when she’d whimper as his tip kissed her clit rhythmically. Y/N was covered in goosebumps at the feelings coursing through her and the anticipation of his just getting to feel him bare for one more time. “Ready?” She asked Harry quietly.

“Yes, ready.” He confirmed and she knelt up and Harry held his cock up for her, she easily positioned him at her entrance and bit her lip as she started to sink down on his head. She gasped as his head pushed into her and opened her up. Harry was clutching to her tighter than ever, it hurt a little. His jaw was dropped as a long and low grunt poured from his mouth at the feeling of her tight and wet walls accommodating him inside of her. She whined softly when she finally got him all the way in and he moaned and buried his face in her neck as he hugged her tight.

“Fuck, feels so good. Y’feel so good.” He whispered before he started sponging kisses against her neck. She moaned quietly as she started to grind against him and he thrusted up against her.

“Oh my god!” She gasped quietly, “You feel incredible like this.” She confessed, holding him closer to her chest as they both moved together to reach their highs, “You’re so deep.” She gasped as he thrust up against her again and he hummed.

“Feels so good right up here.” He said as he thrust up and held himself there and pressed his hand down into her lower stomach, making her jaw drop open and her brows to crease down, “That’s it isn’t it?” He asked as he started to pulse his hips up, the tip of his cock continuously rubbed into that spot inside of her and she nodded, “Fuck, feels really good for me too, baby.” He assured. 

Their bodies moved together slowly but passionately, they were both very preoccupied with going slow enough that they didn’t make too many obvious sounds and at the same time their slow tempo was stretching out their pleasure. They were both desperate to reach their ends as their sweaty bodies moved in tandem. Harry ended up pulling off his shirt and he opened hers up to be able to suck and lick at her breasts as she continued riding on his cock. Her legs were tired and shaking though and she just sunk down on him hard, causing the old bed frame to groan as she gasped at the depth he had reached inside of her.

“Want to switch?” He asked and she nodded tiredly. They switched positions and he was very quick to sink back into her and start thrusting inside, the bed frame was inevitably squeaking a bit now, but he was so close that he felt like he could be quick enough that this wouldn’t be too much of an issue. He knelt instead of laying over her and rubbed at her clit as he continued fucking her until his abs were clenching tight and her back was arching up, both of their breaths were bated as they started to become overcome with their pleasure. Y/N’s legs were trembling as her core tingled deliciously and that feeling deep in the pit of her stomach was starting to spread. Her walls were starting to throb around Harry’s cock. “Don’t come yet. Wanna finish with you.” He panted and she whined softly, “M’close, so close, baby.” He assured and she moaned as he picked up the pace, the sound of the bed and their aroused bodies meeting was getting louder and more obvious, “Fuck!” He gasped as he too started to feel that tingling deep inside starting to spread and he repositioned so that he could kiss her. The minimal space between them was so hot and charged.

“I love you.” She whispered and he groaned.

“Fuck, I love you so much, Y/N.” He responded.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I’m coming!” She whimpered and he kissed her to muffle her moans as she started to come undone around him. He was about to burst, but if he pulled out now he would fuck up her orgasm, but the spasming of her walls and the new slickness around his prick was doing him in too quickly, he kind of froze as she thrust herself against his cock and he gasped at her desperation, “D-do you want to come inside of me?” She asked breathlessly and he moaned and kissed her hard with a pained expression on his face.

“Of course. Always.” He responded breathlessly and she moaned.

“Please, do it. Want to feel all of it.” She panted and he moaned and kissed her hard again, he was hanging on by a thread.

“Baby, are you sure?” 

“Yes, please give it to me.” She whispered and he nodded and found it in him to deliver a couple more deep thrusts before he was stilling so deep inside that she gasped and he buried his face into her neck. She felt his body shake as he started to spill his cum into her. His breaths were hard and hot against her skin with the occasional grunt vibrating his chest as he unloaded deep inside of her. She could feel the warmth of his cum filling her up and it just felt so right. And as soon as the most intense part of it was over their lips met in a desperate kiss again, their session extending until he ad softened up and slipped out of her entrance. After laying there, basking in the moment for a while Harry hurried to the bathroom to clean himself up and bring something to clean her up as well, which was sweet of him.

“Are you OK?” Harry asked as he settled back beside her in the tiny bed.

“Yeah.” She smiled.

“Sure there’s no regrets?”

“None. I promise.” She whispered and he smiled and kissed her shoulder as their fingers intertwined, “We should be good though, m’not ovulating or anything like that right now.” She said and he hummed.

“OK. I mean, I wouldn’t mind if…well, if you had my babies.” He said quietly, “Would that be…would you be OK with that? Would you want to have kids?” He asked, “With me?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say this is the ideal time.” She giggled and he did as well, “But it’s a relief to hear you say that if anything happens. But ummm, if we do get married-”

“You mean when we get married.” He interrupted and she grinned.

“Oh sorry, when we get married I would love to have your babies.” She responded and he was just as excited at the possibility of it as if it were a current reality, “Well, actually depends. How many we talking about here?” She asked and he hummed pensively.

“Just like…five or so.” He joked and she gasped.

“That better be a joke! What on earth would anyone do with five kids?!”

“We can start a band.” He said and she laughed quietly and shook her head.

“My poor body would be wrecked…” she said, “You’d have to push me around in a wheelchair, I’d refuse to do anything ever again.” She giggled and he sniggered at her dramatics.

“I’m kidding, baby. I think one’s enough. If we feel she’ll get lonely then we can make her a sister.” He said quietly and she bit her lip.

“So you’d want girls?” She asked and he nodded.

“If they’re gonna be anything like you, absolutely.” He stated confidently and she felt her heart just soar inside of her.

“I love you so much.” She whispered.

“I love you so much too, baby.” He said before he kissed her head and pulled her a bit closer. The warmth between them soon made them doze off.

*********

It was finally Christmas Day, Harry and Y/N woke up early and actually got breakfast ready for Anne. She was excited because they would be meeting Harry’s sister, brother in law, and grandparents at the Christmas service before they all headed over to Harry’s grandparents’ house for the rest of the Christmas festivities. On their way there Anne was very sweet, giving her pointers on the service and also a bit on her parents and Harry was right, they were so alike to her own grandparents. She giggled along to stories Anne was sharing as Harry drove them all to the church. The building was large and it was quite beautiful. There was a large nativity scene set up outside on the lawn that she admired as they walked past it and inside. There were some ushers at the door and one of them greeted Anne very enthusiastically and Harry as well.

“The guy at the door, he’s a postman and he’s been sweet on my mum for years.” He said and she grinned, “I think she fancies him too but she’s a little shy.” He explained and Y/N cooed. “I never asked if your family’s religious. My grandparents are very religious, my mum was more into the tradition of it all, but we weren’t here like every week. Sometimes my grandparents would bring my sister and I along though and we’re here every Christmas, s’why most of them know us.” He explained more quietly as they made their way inside the main hall.

“Ehhh, it’s kind of similar for us. My grandfather is a “catholic”,” she said with air quotes and in a more hushed tone as they were in a protestant church, “I say it like that because he was raised in it but he never really did anything with it.” She explained and he nodded in understanding as they slid into an aisle and sat. “After my mom died my grandma started to go to church for like comfort or support, I’m not sure, but we went every week up until I was around 8 or 9. When some of the women in the congregation found out that my mother had me young and out of wedlock well they started treating us differently and we stopped going.” She explained and Harry rolled his eyes.

“I’m sorry, people are so disappointing.” He said and she nodded, “Our old neighbor was a very strict catholic and apparently she would give my mum a lot of unsolicited advice about things when her and my dad were getting divorced.” He explained, “We were meant to stay at that house, the one my parents had bought when they married, but one day my sister came in from playing and told my mum that if she loved us she should not go through with a divorce because God wouldn’t like it.” He explained with a chuckle and Y/N giggled as well, “She was like 10 years old, my mum knew the neighbor had been feeding her that kind of stuff and that’s why we ended up moving to the place we’re at now. That woman was relentless.” He said and Y/N shook her head.

“People need to bud out of things that are not their business.” She said and he nodded in agreement.

“I like this church though, they’re all very nice here.” He said and she nodded as she looked around, the ambiance was very warm and loving, like it ought to be, she supposed. Most people were smiling as they greeted each other and chatted quietly as they waited for the service to start, but it still filled the room with a hum of scattered conversations over the organist playing lowly from the stage. Suddenly Harry stood and she turned to see an older couple sliding into the pew with Anne trailing behind them.

“Gran!” He greeted lowly but with excitement and Y/N stood as well as Harry hugged the older woman so tight as Harry spoke lowly to her before pulling back and he leaned down as she kissed his cheek, “And this is my girlfriend, Y/N.” He said and she smiled as Harry slipped by his grandma to greet his grandfather in the same manner. 

“Hello, it’s so wonderful to finally meet you.” Y/N smiled brightly as the woman came up and extended her arms to her and she fit herself in her embrace for a hug.

“You as well, Annie’s been telling us so much about you!” She said with a bright smile, it warmed Y/N from the inside out, “My name’s Myrna, by the way, darling.” She said with a squeeze to Y/N’s hands. Then it was on to his grandfather, who hugged her as well and introduced himself as Edward, he was so sweet, like his wife in his greeting. Soon enough they had scooted down and Harry sat between Y/N and his grandmother and Anne beside Y/N. The Christmas pageant soon started, it was mostly starring youth and children from the church as the main roles in the nativity. Harry’s sister and her husband came about 15 minutes late but they had huge smiles on their face when they leaned forward and greeted her and Harry with discreet waves before settling in. The pageant was lovely and the music was captivating, their choir was very good. And after about a little over an hour they were being let out and they all reconvened by Anne’s little yellow car. Harry greeted his sister with a big hug and he lifted her off the ground and spun her around haphazardly. Anne took that moment to introduce her and Gemma’s husband. He was a little bit shy but still made some small talk with her as Harry and Gemma caught up a bit as they waited for their grandparents to eventually head out.

“Gems, this is Y/N, my girlfrie-”

“Oh my god, hi!” She cut off Harry excitedly and hugged her right away, “It’s so great to meet you!” She hummed and pulled back with such a big and bright smile, “Been dying to meet you.” She giggled and Y/N did as well.

“Likewise!” Y/N chuckled as Gemma started complimenting her Christmas fancy dress and Y/N was blushing as she was inundated with compliments. Gemma insisted that Harry ride with Mike, her husband, and she, Anne, and Y/N could drive in Anne’s car to catch up and get to know each other a little more. Harry looked a little worried at this and Y/N bit her lip to suppress her smile.

“It’s alright, you go ahead. I’ll be good with them.” She said quietly as Harry looked at her with a look that said ‘you don’t have to if you don’t want to’, “It’s not like they’re gonna kidnap me and toss me into the Thames.” She said and he chuckled.

“Yeah baby, I know.” He assured, “But my sister can be a bit much.” He said and Y/N scoffed.

“Have you met Lisa?” She asked with a laugh and he grinned, “I’ll be fine.”

“You will be, I’m just scared about what she might say about me!” He said, “She’s probably going to embarrass me.” He warned and Y/N giggled.

“Baby, I love you and if you really think about it, would you rather her say embarrassing things about you with everyone around or just with me and your mom?” She asked and he giggled.

“Yeah, I supposed you’re right.” He mumbled and leaned down to kiss her cheek, “We’ll see you over there.”

“See you there.” She assured and soon Gemma had looped her arms with Y/N’s and her mom’s as she assured Harry that Y/N was in good hands and soon they were all heading off.

Harry wasn’t wrong about his sister chatting excessively about Harry. But Y/N got to ask about how Harry was before and Anna had some amusing stories to share about him as well. If Gemma was going to far Anne would tut out her disapproval and Gemma would roll her eyes and move on to something else. But in this twenty minute car ride (Harry’s grandparents drove slowly) Y/N had learned that Harry had always been a bit shy, he was meek and studious, not at all a risk taker. And then he hit puberty and well, look at him now… girls started noticing him and he grew quite popular among the ladies. 

“There was a point in time where about 10 different girls wanted to marry him.” She said and Anne rolled her eyes, “It’s the truth. He kind of broke out of his shell for a while and then he met that awful woman…”

“Gwen?” Y/N asked and Gemma turned around with wide eyes.

“Yes! You know about Gwen?” She asked and Y/N nodded, “God, she wrecked his heart. I thought he would never recover.” She admitted and Anne sighed and nodded along in concurrence, “Suddenly he was all shy again and quiet…it was awful. I hope she’s living bitterly…” Gemma said.

“Gem.” Anne scolded.

“What? I’m not going to pretend I wish her well! Cheating on him like that with one of his mates… if only she could see him now.” She sighed.

“She has.” Y/N said and Gemma raised her eyebrows, “We ummm, we saw her at one the Christmas market yesterday. She did try and pull him away and she was so condescending-”

“That sounds exactly like her.” Gemma said, “God, I hope he put her in his place.”

“Well, I took it upon myself to shoo her away, she was not happy.” Y/N said and Gemma grinned with satisfaction and Anne was smiling too, but more discreetly, “I don’t know, but I just didn’t like how on edge he suddenly got. The wound clearly runs deep.” She explained and Gemma nodded.

“Yes, I’m sure it does, but now he has you! And I know we only met about 15 minutes ago but you’re his best girlfriend yet!” Gemma agreed with a big smile and that made Y/N’s heart flutter.

“Well, he’s the best boyfriend I’ve ever had so we’re even.” She assured with a soft and content smile.

Y/N and Gemma were laughing about something as she helped her out of the backseat and continued walking towards her grandparents’ house when suddenly Harry came up to her and grabbed her face and kissed her quickly.

“I’ve got a present for you but you can’t look yet so we’re going to stand out here for a second while it gets set up.” He said and then he grinned to Gemma who smirked along with her brother, “Can you go help?”

“Yeah.” She said and rushed down the sidewalk and towards her grandparents house. She knocked and called out an “it’s Gemma” before she was let in quickly. Y/N giggled as she shivered and he hugged her tight.

“How was the ride?”

“Really good, I like your sister a lot, she’s very fun. Also your mom told me you used to eat dog kibble at your cousin’s house when you were a child.” She laughed quietly and Harry rolled his eyes.

“I was five and Gemma told me they were magical treats that turned me into a dog! Did they tell you that?” He asked defensively but still smiling bright and she nodded and laughed harder as she leaned up and kissed him.

“It’s OK, baby. It was just funny to hear that.” She giggled and he shook his head, “I really like your family. They’re so wonderful and welcoming-”

“Told you they’re like your grandparents.” He said and she nodded in agreement.

“They really are.” She agreed, “Thank you for bringing me here, it’s been so perfect.” She hummed with gratitude and he grabbed her face and kissed her sweetly.

“I’m really pleased that you’re having a good time with us.” Harry smiled, “OK, I think we can head inside now.” He said and grabbed her hand to start guiding her down the sidewalk and over to his grandparents’ house. It was a smaller single floor home, but it was adorable and there were what she assumed to be rose bushes all along the front of the house, she could imagine how gorgeous they looked when they bloomed. As soon as they got up front Harry reached for the door and pulled it open and she giggled as she saw the narrow walkway of the entrance blocked off by mismatching pieces of gift wrapping paper, “Sorry, there weren’t enough of the same kinds of paper.” He chuckled and she giggled.

“It’s OK, but what in the world?” She questioned and he grinned as he cocked his head over towards the center of the paper wall and she saw a little tear where the two different papers joined. She looked at him skeptically before walking over and tentatively poking her finger through it and she heard everyone else laughing on the other side.

Don’t worry, it doesn’t bite.” He assured and she pulled back and then gently created a little tab to pull and she started to break it in confusion until she was able to peak through and all she did was shout in excitement when she saw her grandparent’s bright and smiling faces.

“Oh my god! You’re here!” She shrieked in excitement and felt her eyes welling up as she hugged them both and they hugged her back with laughter as everyone else started to cheer, “Oh my god!” She said pulling back and looking them over just to make sure they were actually there. She then turned to Harry with a loving pout on her lips and hugged him tight, “Thank you, baby.” She said quietly as he dipped down to kiss her and they all cooed and awed at them.

“Merry Christmas, baby. It just wouldn’t be the same without them.” He said softly and she nodded as he wiped one of her tears carefully. After that everything was in full swing. Harry and her grandmother hurried to make some tea before they all opened up their gifts, everyone was pleased with what they received, Anne loved her watch and Y/N ended up gifting Gemma a pair of earrings Harry told her she would like. After that it was just some chat as they prepared everything for dinner together. Y/N was impressed to discover that her grandparents had arrived the day before her and Harry. She had stayed over at his the night prior their flight so she wouldn’t have even known they had gone. They had been staying with his grandparents and the reason why they hadn’t met up with Gemma until today was because she was touring them around London these last few days. They finally got to meet Harry’s mom the day before, while they were at his dad’s house. Y/N’s grandfather was recounting all of the details to her along with Michal and Edward as they set the table and her grandmother, Myrna, Anne, Gemma and Harry were just finishing everything up in the kitchen. Soon enough they were sitting down and she was leaning against Harry’s shoulder as his grandfather placed down little wrapped up tubes before everyone.

“These are Christmas crackers,” he explained as he rounded the table, “They’re just filled with the paper crowns, little messages of good fortune or kindness, traditionally those were for the love birds,” he said smiling to Y/N and Harry, “and well there’s little treats and miscellaneous trinkets.” He explained, “It’s a Christmas tradition, typically it’s a competition, but this year we’re all getting one just so everyone gets the experience.” He explained to Y/N’s grandparents and to her.

“There better be chocolate in mine.” She said quietly to Harry and he chuckled lowly as he squeezed her left hand in his.

“I wouldn’t know, we buy them pre-made so don’t get fussy if you don’t get chocolates.” He whispered with a grin and she giggled. Gemma then explained how they went about opening these and so they all got into position so that they could each pull an end, everyone went twice since each of them was to receive a little gift this year. 

“You look in here for the gift.” He said holding up the bigger end of the crack and she hummed as she looked inside of hers and then stuck her fingers in to pull out the contents of her cracker. She smiled as she pulled out a little red folded up paper.

“Oh that’s the crown, so be careful when you open it up.” He warned and she nodded, and then there was another little rolled up paper, and then a little compact mirror and she smiled as she looked it over and then moved on to the note and she started to unroll the little paper with excitement and as she read it over her smile faded: “Will you marry me?” It read and she glanced up to see Harry grinning wide at her as he scooted his chair back and kneeled before her. Gemma, Cristina, and Myrna all gasped and cooed.

“Oh my god…” she whispered quietly as her eyes started to well up and her hand came up to her mouth in shock that this was happening right now. He chuckled and reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a dark green velvet ring box.

“I love you so much and I know that we’ve been together like five months but I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life. I feel like I’ve been waiting my entire life for you.” He said to Y/N as he looked deep into her eyes, “I love who you are and who I’ve become with you. You’ve made me so happy and I can’t picture my life without you. Just like I told you the other night, I want everything that life has to offer with you, the good and even the bad if that comes. I know that as long as we’re together everything will be just fine. So Y/N,” he asked as he flicked open the ring box and she didn’t even glance down to it, she just stayed focused on his eyes with a big smile and tearful eyes, “will you marry me?” He asked her softly and she bit her lip and nodded.

“Yes. Of course, I’ll marry you.” She whispered and he smiled as everyone started to cheer as he put the ring on the table and pressed himself up a bit as she grabbed his face and kissed him deeply, “I love you so much.” She whispered against his mouth before they pulled apart and she scooted out of her chair to kneel with him where she hugged him tight and he held her close for a few moments as he also started to sniffle before ehe grabbed her face and kissed her slowly once more.

“I love you.” He said quietly as he pulled back and rested his forehead against hers, their eyes flickering between each others for a few seconds before they both grinned as he helped her stand and everyone cheered again as he hugged her tight and swirled her around, “Oh, I forgot about this.” He said with a giggle as he reached for the ring on the table and she gasped as she saw it, it was an oval cut diamond with three smaller rocks on each side, it was absolutely gorgeous. He took it out and slid the ring down her left forefinger and then kissed the top of her hand as she smiled timidly at him, “Like it?” He asked softly and she nodded as she sniffled and looked down at the ring on her hand with him.

“It’s beautiful, I love it.” She assured him before tiptoeing to kiss him again. Then they heard the pop of a cork as Michal opened up the champagne and started to serve everyone for a quick toast. Harry thanked his mother, grandfather, and David for their discretion with this plan and proceeded to say some lovely things about Y/N and their future together and then Y/N spoke up.

“I would also like to say a few words.” she said and Harry nodded, “I just wanted to thank you, baby for bringing me here. I know I’ve said it a million times already, but everything has been absolutely amazing. Thank you for getting my grandparents here as well, it means so much for you to include them,” she said and he smiled at her, “And well to the rest of you, your kindness and hospitality has been so overwhelmingly wonderful. You’re such a beautiful family and I’m so lucky to be a part of this and I can’t wait to get to know each of you better.” She smiled, “Here I was thinking that the highlight of my trip would be if I randomly ran into one of the Beatles!” She joked and everyone laughed, “and well spending time with all of you has that beat by a long shot.” She assured as they all smiled, “and well there’s… this.” She said glancing down at the new ring on her finger, “I know for sure that the rest of my life is going to be really great with you in it, Harry.” She smiled and he beamed.

“Bottoms up!” Gemma cheered and everyone took their drink of champagne and Harry was quick to put down their glasses and pull her away into the living room for a little moment of privacy. He just smiled and hugged her into his body and she relaxed into his embrace and they both sighed happily as they just held each other for a moment.

“You’re my whole life and I promise I will do anything and everything to make sure that you know how much you mean to me every single day.” He said softly and she smiled up at him.

“I will too, this was absolutely perfect, baby. Thank you for letting me in, for choosing me, for loving me. I’m literally the luckiest person on the planet. I mean it when I say I’m going to love you forever.” She smiled at him and he grinned.

“I feel the same way.” He hummed, “Even after forever.” He whispered as he hugged her close again.

[koqabear]

have u ever considered changing the names and publishing ur work LIKE GENUINELY ITS SO GOOD,!:@;$&: ik u would probably never want to like reveal urself if u did end up publishing but i would literally be ur number 1 reader;; ur work is so good i really do love it so much, killer instinct HAS to be one of ur best to date !! i think ive been reading ur work almost a year now i really do mean that ur work is good !!

first off thank you, you’re so sweet!! but ohhhh this is such an interesting question 😭😭 the answer is most definitely nawtttt ;;; while this is literally the sweetest thing ever and, in theory, would be super cool, in reality i… first off, wouldn’t want to reveal myself like u said, and second off, would not want ppl to be able to trace my work back to this account 💀

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BOYS LIKE YOU | 1

(pairings): highschool!spencer + cheerleader!reader both intended to be 18 in this story

(warnings): none!

(word count): 2.9k

(author’s note): so long i’m so sorry

hii i decided to split this fic into a mini series cause i have so many ideas and directions for it and i didn’t want to squish it into one long fic, some chapters maybe nsfw ;P i also wrote this with high school in mind, of course Spencer is regular high school age and not like twelve 🤨 but if you’d rather picture them in early college go ahead! also I usually HATEEE when fics have outfit inspos but soz I’m forcing you to imagine these outfits they’re so gorg 😭

okay no more rambling!! if u wanna listen to what i did when i wrote this, here you go!! ➘

“That’s what you’re wearing” Your brother brodie snickered from his bedroom as you strolled past it on the way to the bathroom, usually you wouldn’t have given in to his snide comments, which you were no stranger to. But it was thanksgiving if your brother thought your outfit was ugly, chances are, so would the rest of your family.

Your outfit always happened to be a topic of conversation.

Your movements halt when you finally process what he had said, before slowly taking a few steps backwards meeting his taunting face while he sat on the edge of the bed “What’s wrong with it?” You cock your head feeling the embarrassment trickle through your face up to your ears, usually you wouldn’t care what comments Brodie decided to make about your outfit, but a lot of people were going to be seeing this one.

Honestly you thought it was pretty tame considering the only revealing piece was your skirt, which frankly wasn’t that short, and you thought you had compensated with your boots.

“Why are you wearing… boots?” He laughed looking down at your outfit with furrowed eyebrows before looking back up at your flustered face “and why are they red?”

You scoffed, embarrassment completely diminishing when you find out that was his problem with your outfit “they’re maroon… and you’re wearing a doctor who shirt, don’t think you’re in any position to be judging me” you glare back at him uncrossing your arms.

Honestly, he has absolutely no right to be making fun of your outfit, despite being twins, you were the complete opposites. His outfits usually consist of different coloured converse and some sort of comic book shirt, yours consisting of literally anything else.

“I have a party afterwards anyways, I don’t have time to get changed”

“You have a party on thanksgiving?… who has a party on thanksgiving” Brodie scoffs finishing the lace on his second converse

“A lot of people” you smile sarcastically backing from his door frame to continue your task before you were rudely interrupted “not that you would know” you mumble under your breath before leaving his bedroom.

A little satisfied smile crept upon your face when you heard Brodie’s faint ‘hey!’ Emitting from his bedroom.

You knew your mother would be absolutely furious knowing you had intentions on leaving thanksgiving early to attend a party, which was exactly why you had no plans on telling her. Your family was big enough as is, and considering you had shared thanksgiving with the Reid family for 12 years and counting, with both combined there had to be one, or many pockets for you to escape unnoticed.

The car ride to the Reid family home always seemed so short, always feeling so much longer when you were riding there on bikes, or walking there after school.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had even used your bike, it had to be collecting dust in your garage by now, you truly don’t think you had used it since starting highschool, despite your brother’s efforts to get you to ride to Spencer's house with him, each time you declined, something always more important popping up.

The familiar smell of the house flooded your nose while you took a step in, it always smelt like chai and vanilla, and it always looked like fall threw up on it, decorated with faux autumn leaves and pumpkins all year round, they always just added Santa hats to the pumpkins in December, you knew that was Spencer’s doing.

The wind was almost taken from you while Diana embraced you in the biggest hug, almost knocking over the cupcakes from the tray you were holding, giggling a little you returned the hug one handed of course. She always smelt like the house times ten, the vanilla smell becoming so much stronger the closer you were to her, pulling back she embraced your face in her warm slender hands brushing your cheeks softly with the pad of her thumb.

“You look so beautiful” she smiles, your face turning pink at her compliment, she did this every year. Every year she hugs you, looks like she’s about to cry and then goes on about how beautiful you look for the rest of the night, and every year it makes you feel a little more guilty about not coming around as much.

Both your parents embrace Diana and William before they usher you to the beautifully set dinner table, where the rest of his and your family awaited your arrival, both yours and his grandparents chatting away at the kitchen bench about some sort of football nonsense.

Always in awe of Diana’s meals, you debated on changing your mind and slipping out after dinner instead, not wanting to miss out on her carefully cooked Turkey.

Despite getting swept away in greeting the rest of your family, as well as the rest of the Reid’s, it didn’t take you long to notice one missing Reid.

Regardless of your efforts to talk to Spencer, he never really seemed that interested in befriending you after middle school, every time you tried to talk to him in class he always went quiet and dismissive, or snapped mean answers back at you, and you simply took the hint.

Spencer saw the way your friends snickered to themselves when you tried to speak to him, the way they’d whisper when he walked past, even though you’d smile and wave, he always saw them laugh behind you. He knew deep down it wasn’t your fault, but he couldn’t help but blame you when you never actually stopped any of your friends from making snide comments at him or his friends.

Excusing yourself from your family, you hopped up the stairs, muscle memory walking you towards Spencer’s room before you mind had caught up,

Reading the large ‘S R’ sticker on the bedroom door, you chuckle to yourself a little, staring at the crooked R knowing it was like that cause you couldn’t reach it to meet the S in the fourth grade, Spencer had refused to help you, cackling as he watched you on your tippy toes while you begged him to stop laughing.

Before your mind could even process anything, you brought your arm up to knock on his door, swallowing nervously.

You weren’t even sure why you were nervous, he just seemed to shut down any attempt at being friends and you never knew why. He got along with Brodie just fine, they were honestly really close, they hung out at school everyday and studied together after school on Wednesdays and Fridays, it just seemed like your invitation stopped one day.

The door swung open while your mind had still been dissociated thinking about all the attempts you made to talk to him, snapping you from your brain fog, Spencer stood at the door almost equally as confused as you, honestly you didn’t know why you were there, and as smart as he was, he didn’t know either.

“I brought you a cupcake” you chuckle pushing the baked good towards him with your right hand, eyebrows furrowed he takes a look at the seemingly vanilla cupcake in your hand before looking back up at your eyes.

“I don’t like cupcakes” Spencer shakes his head quickly while his hand grips harder on his door handle, debates in his mind about closing it on you.

“Yes you do” Cocking your head you stare at Spencer confused, he loved cupcakes, he also loved your cupcakes “I literally saw you eating one in the library the other day” you scoff at his obvious lie.

“And why were you in the library” he raises both his eyebrows, glancing back down at the pretty cupcake you had offered him, which he began to quickly regret declining, because he really did love your cupcakes.

“Reading?” You conceded pulling your arm holding the cupcake back “are you implying I don’t read Spencer Reid?” This was the most he had talked to you in months, you never realized you could miss a person's voice despite them being alive and well.

“If the boot fits” he shrugs leaning on his door, the grip on his door handle loosening a little, you stare a little taken back, he doesn’t talk to you for years, and then all of a sudden on thanksgiving he decides he’s going to spit back sassy little comments at you?

“Can you just take the cupcake?.. it’s pumpkin spice” you admitted pushing the sweet back in his direction, a little part of Spencer’s facade broke down, almost giving into the cupcake “I even made the little pumpkin out of fondant… it took forever” you whisper the last part almost talking to yourself.

He tried his hardest to stay strong but you had just about broken him down at this point, with a displeased groan rolling his eyes he reached out to snatch the cupcake from your soft hand, earning a small smile to form on your lips.

It only took him seconds to dig into the treat before a soft chuckle escaped your lips “can I come in?” You smile glancing behind him into his room, it looked almost exactly the same as it did when you were fourteen, posters in the same place, no furniture was rearranged, you even spotted the mini dalek figurine you had bought him on his top shelf.

Hesitantly Spencer nods stepping away from the door frame to welcome you in, his room was always kept neat, sheets tucked perfectly under his mattress, and books always in the correct spot. His weakness, however, was the countless amount of school work pages spread across his desk.

Taking a seat at his desk your eyes still gaze around his room, feeling like a blast from the past, all the books you read, series reruns you watched and stories you wrote coming back to you in a wave of memories.

“So…” he mumbled, mouth still half full with your cupcake before sitting down on the edge of his bed “do you need science homework?” Shrugging boring his eyes back into yours.

You scoff, frankly offended he would even ask you such a thing “no?.. Spencer, you and I have almost the same science grades." You'd be lying if you said you’ve never thought of asking Spencer for homework, especially on nights where cheer practice ran late and you didn’t have nearly enough time to finish, but you’ve never actually asked.

“Yeah almost” scoffing while he brushes his hands against each other wiping the crumbs of the cupcake away, you sat there stunned a little, he knew you’d never ask him considering your friendship… situation, you wouldn’t use him.

You felt the rage boiling in you for a little at his attitude towards you, considering you had done absolutely nothing for him to be mad at you for, sure you weren’t in the same friend group, but he would know more than anyone the statistics of middle school friends drifting apart in highschool, you swivel his desk chair to face his desk, frustrated palming your face with your hands dragging them down a little.

You allow your eyes to rake across his messy paper filled desk before they’re drawn to one page in particular, written in pink pen on beige lined paper, quickly snatching it from the pile you let your eyes scan over it a little before letting out an unexpected laugh.

Catching Spencer’s attention his eyes had almost bulged out of his head once he realized what piece of paper you had in your hands.

“Dear Spencer…” you start reading aloud ignoring Spencer’s loud attempts to make you put it down “I’ve thoroughly enjoyed our conversations and wanted to let you know-”

“Put it down please” he groans, reaching forwards to grab it from your hands, only for you to snatch it towards you standing up from his desk chair.

“-That I’ve liked you for a while now- Sadie Keller!” You gasp grinning up at Spencer while he makes every attempt to steal the paper back from your grip “you never told me you liked Sadie Keller!” you playfully smack him with the piece of notebook paper before letting him grab it from your grasp.

“I don’t really tell you anything” Spencer crumpled up the paper before tossing it back onto his desk, you face fell a little at his words, only because he was right, he didn’t really tell you anything at all, because he didn’t ever talk to you, because you weren’t really friends.

You almost could’ve sworn you felt a lightbulb click on above your head while you watched Spencer scurry his papers together to make a neat pile “come to a party with me” you rush causing his movements to halt slowly turning his head to meet your gaze.

“Why on earth would I do that… it’s thanksgiving” he reasoned, confusion painted across his face. He simply could not fathom why you would want to take him to a party, he also couldn’t fathom why he was considering it.

“God” you groaned, moving to take a seat on his bed now “people have got to get over that” rolling your eyes you pat down your skirt a little before continuing your attempt to read his face for clues on what was going on inside his head.

“Why would you want to be seen at a party with me?” He queried, attitude dripping from his sentence, watching as your face dropped and your brows furrowed coloured him confused, why would you want to be seen with him?

“Sadie will be there… and I can’t see a potential love story and not indulge” you snicker, almost dismissing his question, you thought you’d spare a sentimental conversation about how much you missed him and instead go an easier route, you wanted him to come for his benefit.

To your surprise, he looks as if he considers it for a while, it was the first time you actually took in what he was wearing, a fitted doctor who shirt and gray sweatpants, the same exact doctor who shirt your brother has on, you cringed a little at the thought that they had coordinated that.

“Fine” he says after a while of silence, you simply cannot help the grin creeping up on your face “but only because of Sadie, and not because of you” he rushes again, almost sounding like something he was trying to convince himself rather than you.

Holding your hands up in defense you smile at his surprising compliance “how are we even supposed to leave without anyone noticing?” Beginning to worry that both your families were beginning to wonder where both of you had gone.

In all seriousness, your family actually had not noticed that the both of you were up in Spencer’s room, and were much more occupied by the game of football they all huddled around to watch.

“Follow me genius”

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DESSERT

A/N: idk why im so obsessed with pregnancy fics lately, maybe i should check in on my cycle lmao

WORD COUNT: 1k

PAIRING: CEO!Harry x pregnant!reader

SUMMARY: Harry gets hit on at an event, but the woman fails terribly, because he only has eyes for his pregnant girlfriend who is busy by the buffet table.

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Another waiter offers Harry some champagne, but he respectfully rejects and keeps sipping on his water. His gaze trails over the crowd of guests, the room is full of influential people from all kinds of businesses, people Harry should definitely be mingling with, making connections, but he is trying to find one particular person.

From across the room, a tall, blonde woman spots the lonely millionaire and a devious smile curls up her red lips. A predator-like look takes over her eyes, but she moves like a gazelle as she crosses the room, heading straight over to Harry, determined to seduce him at all cost.

“You don’t fancy the cocktails?” she asks him. He looks at her with a respectful smile and nod.

“Not… Not tonight.”

“You looked awfully lonely over here. Thought I would introduce myself, I’m Savannah, it’s nice to meet you.”

She holds out a perfectly manicured hand that he shakes lightly.

“I’m Harry.”

“Harry Styles, owner of Styles Industries, right?” The smirk on her face tells him she knows exactly who he is, the introductions wasn’t needed.

“Yeah,” he nods anyway.

“I feel lucky I found you alone, I think it might be a sign that we should get to know each other more.”

She pushes closer to him, brushing a hand down his arm and she blatantly ignores the way he takes a step back. She is too driven to get what she wants to notice the signs.

“This night has been nice, but I can’t wait to get back to my hotel room, get rid of this tight dress and relax.” The dramatic sigh she lets out gets lost somewhere between her and Harry, because he is not even looking at her, eyes scanning the guests. She notices his disinterest at last, but doesn’t give up just yet.

“You know, it can get a bit lonely at events like this for a single woman. I wish I had—“

“Excuse me,” Harry cuts her off when he finally sees the person he’s been trying to find.

As he walks away, Savannah’s jaw drops to the floor, no one has ever rejected her the way he just did, but he doesn’t even notice how hurt she is. He has his eyes on the only woman he cares about in the room.

You’re standing by the buffet table, your silver gown matches his tie and it gorgeously emphasizes your round stomach that’s been Harry’s favorite thing in the past couple of months. You have a plate in your hand, all kinds of food stacked on it starting from mini burgers to steak and it seems like you’re still looking for something to add. Harry can’t hold his smile back as he watches you run your free hand down your stomach, eyes scanning over the variety of food in front of you.

God, he is so obsessed with you, has always been, but now that you’re carrying his baby it has gotten to a whole new level he never thought could be possible. But it is, you’re everything he ever wished for and cannot wait to officially become a family in just two short months.

“There you are, thought I would have to go into the ladies restroom to find you,” Harry smiles down at you as he steps closer to you, placing a hand to your lower back.

“Oh! Sorry, I got a little distracted,” you chuckle and crane your neck so he can kiss your lips shortly, as if it hasn’t been just ten minutes since he last saw you.

“S’okay. What do you have here?”

You look down at the plate and sink your teeth into your lower lip when you realize how much food you’ve piled up.

“Um, I—This is for both of us. I thought we could… share?”

He knows this was just for you and you only said it because you feel ashamed of how much you’ve been eating lately. You’ve put on quite some weight, it’s hard to say no to your cravings, especially when your boyfriend loves to spoil you with your favorites every other day.

Harry doesn’t mind the extra weight. He loves it. He loves every change in your body, let it be your cellulite on your thighs or the stretch marks on your belly. You were afraid he wouldn’t look at you the same way at you anymore once you’ve started growing and changing, that he wouldn’t want you the way he used to.

Well, he does look at you differently, but in the best way possible, he loves on you just as often as he used to, if not even more often, he tells you how beautiful you are ever chance he gets and most of the times he is having a hard time keeping his hands to himself.

Like right now. If only you were alone, he would move his hands to places that are only for his touch.

“Mm, you just eat all that and I’ll bring you dessert. You better feed yourself and our baby or I will do it myself.”

“I already had a big plate, shouldn’t I hold myself back?” you whisper, heat crawling up your neck to your cheeks.

“No. If you crave it, eat it, Love.” He kisses the top of your head and runs a hand down your stomach. He smiles when he feels a tiny kick under his touch. He takes it as a sign that he did the right thing. “See? He agrees as well,” he chuckles.

“Already teaming up to plot against me?” you sigh, but can’t hold your smile back.

“Only if it’s for your well-being.” You pout your lips at him, still not sure how you got so lucky to have him as your partner. Harry leans down and kisses the pout off your lips before reaching out to grab another plate. “So, what do you want for dessert? Macarons? Brownies? Cheesecake?”

“Exactly in that order,” you nod, making him laugh as he stacks the goods on the plate without a word.

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The Forbidden (Completed Series)

stepbrother!harry - in which Harry and you meet six months before your parents are married and there’s immediate sexual tension that neither of you have the power to resist but things are tricky and quite messy

Mint Chocolate Chip (Completed Series)

in which the attractive older man that frequents the ice cream shop you work at has been making dark plans for you and when he finally gets you where he wants you, you’re easier to break than he imagined - dark!Harry content

The Con Artist (Completed Series)

detective!harry x criminal!reader

You're a wanted criminal and when Harry Styles, the detective on the case, finally catches up to you he finds it difficult to resist your charms.

Forgive Me, Father (Completed Series)

soft dom priest!harry x subby!reader

Harry is a priest with a dark secret but he's got a big heart and he's looking for someone special to share it with. When Y/n confesses her sins, he thinks she might just be the one.

The Arrangement (Completed Series)

sugardaddy dom!harry x subby!reader

Based on this request - Harry's wife proposes that he find a mistress to meet his needs in the bedroom as she is no longer willing. His wife has 2 rules: The first is that he finds a professional, and the second is that no feelings are to be involved. But both of those rules are thrown out the window when he meets Y/n.

A Good Boy (Completed Series)

stepson!harry x stepmom!reader (both adults)

Harry's got the hots for his young stepmom and she's pretty fond of him too.But they're both trying really hard to be good.Loosely based on this ask.

A Balancing Act (Completed Series)

this fic is commissioned by @cinnamonone (thank you!! xoxo): Y/n is a successful artist with a good head on her shoulders and Harry is a famous popstar in therapy. Navigating a relationship with someone as famous and adored as Harry isn't an easy task but Harry is desperate to make it work once and for all. famous!harry x plus size!reader

Just For Tonight (Completed Series)

this fic is anon commissioned (thank you!! xoxo): Harry spots an angel in the crowd and he can't keep his eyes off of her. And, as if by some cosmic pull, he can't help but ask her backstage. But it's only going to be just for tonight. Or is it? famous!harry x reader

The Unicorn (Completed Series)

Based on this & this. 3 part very mini-series. You nanny for the Styles, but Harry and his wife would like to offer you another position. Everyone gets more than they bargained for. dad!harry x nanny!reader

Can We Start Over ? (Completed Series)

this 5 part series is commissioned by @justfattiethings (thank you!! xoxo): From the first day you and Harry meet, your relationship is beyond complicated. A one night stand leads to hurt feelings and then a job opportunity that you simply can't pass up is offered. But can you handle working for a man like him? enemies to lovers

Ex-Boyfriend's Dad!Harry (completed)

Harry's your ex-boyfriend's hot dad. But it gets more complicated than just that.

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✨My Masterlist ✨

This is my official masterlist!! Thank you so much for reading my stories and I hope you enjoy them! Just a few things:

Requests are always open, send me any prompts you would like! I only write for Harry at the moment so if you are sending requests it's a good thing to note :)

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Happy Reading! x

Series:

The Years Between US (incomplete)

age gap, smut, angst, fluff

Synopsis and Character List

Part I

Mini Series:

The Divorce (incomplete)

the one where Y/N takes on her first high profile case as an assistant at a law firm. Her first client? Harry Styles.

smut, angst, fluff and a Harry who is delightfully insufferable :)

Part I

Part II

Part III

Tolerate It (complete)

the one where Harry is a workaholic and Y/N doesn't know how long she can take it anymore.

angst, taylor swift inspired and a Harry who needs to get his head on straight

Part I

Part II

Part III

Obsession (incomplete)

the one where Y/N meets her brother's girlfriends family for the first time and takes a specific interest in a certain older Mr Styles

Part I

Stars Around My Scars (incomplete)

the one where Y/N is throwing Niall a surprise birthday party and she bumps into Harry Styles on the street while buying candles

Part I

Mr and Mrs Styles (upcoming)

the one where Y/N and Harry are assassins for rival companies and they're trying to take each other down. oh and they're married.

Mr and Mrs Smith AU

A Delicate Point of View (upcoming)

the one where recently widowed Mr Styles is looking for a nanny and Y/N just recently happens to be jobless

Sound of Music AU

One Shots:

The Wedding

the one where Y/N is stressed planning for their wedding and Harry can't seem to do anything right

Rainbows and Hospital Rooms

the one where Harry is a grumpy doctor, Y/N is his intern and she's late on her first day

Kissy?

the one where Harry simply cannot keep his lips off Y/N

Enough For You

the one where Harry kisses EmRata in Tokyo and Y/N finds out on Twitter

Spells of Fate

the one where Y/N keeps feeling dizzy and Harry is ever the protective boyfriend

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ABO FIC REC, Part IV: Below are more recent abo fics. (Part I, Part II, Part III)

📖 Unrequited by @babyhoneyheslt (143k)

Omega Prince Harry of England has been engaged to Prince Louis of France ever since he was a young boy. Having met him at four and forming a bond, Harry is upset to find that Louis no longer treats him like a friend, instead treating him coldly. However, Louis has his own dark secrets and Harry doesn’t know just how many dangers linger in French Court.

📖 Tangled in your love and light by @likelarryfics (95k)

Harry doesn't have time for romance or finding an Alpha between balancing work, studying and looking after his daughter, Bella. Enter Louis Tomlinson who's a romantic sweet Alpha, determined to win the omegas heart and turns Harry's whole world upside down, making him question everything he's ever wanted and known.

📖 Secrets in Winter by @softfonds (82k)

If Harry Styles thought he was going to have a peaceful winter while staying far away from the rake who lived across the street, he was sorely wrong on two fronts. A Victorian AU.

📖 Ace of Spades by @allwaswell16 (78k)

Living as a sheltered omega in a farming village has not prepared Harry for life aboard the most notorious pirate ship to sail the Atlantic. Or Louis is a pirate, Harry is his captive, and no one is who they say they are.

📖 Bikestrike by @thinlinez (68k)

What would you do if you saw someone riding your bike, which had been stolen weeks before, across campus? Omega Harry chose to show no mercy. He didn't know it would all lead him to his own demise.

📖 There You Are by @tiredtiredtzofiya (55k)

Prince Harold, youngest pup of the House of Lancaster, has a secret. Louis, a healer at the king’s court with a keen knowledge of plants and herbs, simply wishes to know the shy young prince better. When Harry, the heir loved by everybody yet needed by no one, takes ill after several arduous heats, lonely Louis is the one entrusted to care for him, and the resultant bond that forms between the two tests the limits of in sickness and in health.

📖 Angel Baby by @brightgolden (51k)

When Louis’ sugar-baby-turned-mate suddenly wanted a pup, he simply couldn’t say no to his bright-eyed omega. After all, who didn’t want a mini Harry running around the house? He should have known that it wasn’t all wonderful in the wonderland of baby making.

📖 Some Records Turnin’ by @ireallysawanangel (49k)

Harry is a soft alpha who owns a record store and Louis is a closeted singer omega masquerading as an alpha who randomly stumbles into Harry’s store.

📖 does it always end in heartbreak? by @onlythebravest (47k)

Life never plays out the way one wants it to and no one ever goes through it unharmed. A story of two relationships, two life stages and more than only two broken hearts.

📖 put a little love on me by @larrydoinglaundry (29k)

Two people who are always taking care of someone else’s needs while ignoring their own, just happen to cross paths.

📖 'cause I want you (for the worse and for the better) by @absoloutenonsense (26k)

When Louis gets invited along to Anne's wedding, Harry is prepared to let people think whatever they want about their relationship. That's what Louis said -- let people think whatever they want. That changes when Louis sees his ex, who turns out to be Anne's future husband's son. Now, Louis wants to prove that he's an omega that an alpha could want, and Harry wants to get through this weekend without letting his best friend figure out he's in love with him.

📖 Not Safe For Work by @greenblueish (23k)

the one where the boys work at Niall's fashion start-up 28 Programme Designs, and omega Louis has a lot of not safe for work thoughts about his colleague Harry, but little does he know that the alpha can read minds.

📖 Incandescent Love by @marchessa (21k)

the one where Alpha Louis is a world famous musician, who could get anyone he wanted, but instead he fell for a proper omega of high society. Too bad Harry shows no sign of wanting to settle down and start a family with him yet. The omega seems to be perfectly happy with their friends-with-benefits relationship. Louis is pining hard, and he might be running out of time when Harry’s father decides to start meddling with his only son’s future.

📖 Your Eyes Outshine the Town by @insightfulinsomniac (19k)

When a freak French snowstorm traps Harry's family in Paris, he's suddenly left flying home for a Christmas spent alone. However, everything changes after a chance encounter with an undeniably attractive, generous alpha who suggests that Harry join his family's Christmas celebrations. Against his better judgment, Harry agrees, and follows Louis back to Doncaster for the holidays. Little does he know, he'll not only become attached to the alpha, but to his entire family. Maybe his Christmas won't be as lonely as he expected. Complete and utter fluff ensues. Sappy Christmas tropes abound.

📖 Swap me for your shadow by @lunarheslwt (16k)

If Louis thought being in love with his best friend was a knife that continually twisted into his heart before, it was nothing compared to when Harry started to go around talking about having fallen for someone else. A 5+1 fic; 5 times Louis has to listen to Harry’s vague confessions of love for his ‘omega friend’ and the 1 time Louis snaps and confesses his love for Harry.

📖 The Room Thief by @2tiedships2 (12k)

When Louis comes home and is confronted by his knothead alpha flatmates, he knows it won’t result in anything good, but he didn’t expect to be left homeless, effective immediately. He definitely didn’t expect to fall for the specific knothead who stole his room.

📖 No (Birth) Control by @haztobegood (2k)

An unfortunate situation left Harry without contraceptives a day before his heat.

📖 Untraditional Rut by @dreamersdivin-headfirst (2k)

Ever since then, he figured out why he’s never enjoyed his traditional ruts. Because he’s not into the whole primal animalistic stereotype of alpha ruts. He’s into spanking and wax play.

📖 we don't fight fair by @hellolovers13 (2k)

Nothing like a little chase to start off Louis' heat.

📖 hey stupid, i love you by @enchantedlandcoffee (1k)

The one where self-proclaimed Valentine's Day hater, Louis, surprises his boyfriend on their first Valentine's together.

[plor-bindery]

Bound: In My Room by wolfpants

Final installment in my mini-series of “fic I bound and sent to wolf”: In My Room by @wolfpants

I never really gave much thought to the idea of Dron as a pairing, but then wolf went and dropped a little WIP snippet of this on their Tumblr and I was like hoshit this has awakened something in me. And when the full fic was posted, I was completely sold.

Wolf's Ron is so wonderfully flawed and charming and everything we understand canon!Ron (book canon, anyway) to be. He's both insecure and cocky, awkward and appealing, judgemental and fair-minded. Ron in this fic is also 100% an Eighteen Year Old Human, i.e. very sure that he is making Good Choices while he is actually mostly making a series of Bad Choices.

And Draco is such a perfect foil to all of this: postwar Draco, who is a mess of self-doubt and old bigoted reflexes and fragile newborn-wobbly attempts to change, to be better.

(And I won't get into the background Drarry energy, but good god. Harry just fucking HOVERS in this fic. He's still SOMETHING to Draco, and A WHOLE LOT to Ron, even as both of them are doing something that decidedly breaks with both those historical relationships.)

Anyway, wolf's soundtrack to this fic is all 70s, and I have a warm fuzzy feeling for a Ron who's rooted in his parental nostalgia, who grew up with hand-me-down music tastes and groovy avocado blankets and plastic Muggle artefacts. When I spotted the paper that became this book's endpapers, everything came into focus for this bind.

More below the cut.

Materials: This is a quarto letter bind on cream 24 lb paper, using a fucking delightful shade of green wooqu bookcloth. But the real star is the endpaper choice, which I picked up at a Paper Source in DC in August. (We don't have this in Canada, I was very very happy.) It's got some subtle gold foiling on it, but the pattern and palette is so very 70s. (I'm a Xennial myself, so this print feels like everything that was just a shade out of fashion when I was a small Plor.)

Endbands are machine made.

The cover art is HTV and it went on fairly well? Ish?

Process: The typeset was quick for this short fic, which is a single chapter. I backfilled the final half-empty signature with the lyrics from wolf's playlist for the fic. (This is probably borderline in terms of transformative works and copyright but uhhhh too late.)

The book was a fairly straightforward case bind. I've been using the Bradel-style case construction for most of my case binds, where you use a strip of cardstock to build the spine/hinges on, and then trim the fore edges down on the boards. This can sometimes show up as slightly creased grooves in the hinges if you're not super careful with the bone folder, but I still prefer it to the guesswork of measuring and then building a whole case, covering it, and realizing it's the wrong size.

When I bound my own copy of this fic (after the copy for wolf! which is not how I usually roll, but the first copy was good???) I did take the plunge and build the case in this more traditional way, and it went perfectly. I'm still scared to try it again. Book board is expensive?

The HTV is the most layered I've ever done, and it was SO FUN to build the tiny record player out of layers of vinyl. When I did a test cut of the art, I was filled with the glee of Tiny Dollhouse Feelings. The chess board on the back with its various symbology was just fun. And the spine features an extremely unsubtle nod to the pairing and dynamic with the yellow/blond chess pawn and the orange/ginger knight.

And this concludes my tour of the works I bound for wolf! I'm now nearly finished another little gift parcel for another amazing author, sooo in 2-3 months' time, I should have another round of gift binds to share. (Most of that is shipping time because oceans.) Stay tuned!

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Round and Round - Thin Lines Pt. 3*

“You make the night, I always cross the line. Tightened our belts, abused ourselves. Get in our way, we’ll put you on your shelf.”

Summary: “Harry offers to accompany you to Reece’s house party. You aren’t sure at first, but after an unpleasant confrontation, Harry turns out to be exactly what you need.”

Wc: 4k

Tropes: opera-singer!mc x rockstar!harry

Warnings: slight exhibitionism kink, dirty talk, possesiveness, degradation.

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You had kept the promise to yourself that you were going to text Harry back.

It had been three weeks since you met him at that sketchy club and lost your virginity to him, and ever since then you had said yes to almost every invitation he sent you, and had even invited him to your place a couple of times.

It was quite nerve racking, the first time he came by. But you quickly found out that Harry couldn't have been less interested in your interior design choices; he had stripped the both of you of your clothes in under five minutes after his arrival.

You loved that you could use Harry as a distraction from Reece and his stupid girlfriend. Or— well, stupid Reece and his actually very lovely girlfriend. That was the problem; she was very nice. There was no way you could hate her. You still resented her a little bit for having Reece, though. But you knew it was irrational, and that under any other circumstance, you would've been great friends with her.

She'd tried—Reece's girlfriend—to become closer with you, but you couldn't bring yourself to bear witness to them so much. She would always bring up Reece in the conversation, and you knew it was her trying to bond—as you obviously both know Reece—but it was too painful. You needed to get over him, and what better way than getting railed by a gorgeous and dangerous man?

It was a great part of the appeal; the danger thing. You both knew that whatever it was that the two of you shared wasn't serious; it was just sex. Yes, you were fascinated with Harry and would've loved to spend some time by his side, but you knew it wasn't actually going anywhere.

It's what made you extra surprised, when Harry proposed what he had the other night:

"Do you have the number of a cab company." You asked, slowly getting up from the hotel bed Harry had booked for himself. He frowned.

"You can sleep here, it's cool." He assures you, but you shook your head.

"Can’t. Gotta get up early tomorrow." You sighed, and the tone of your voice sounded a bit sad. You were absolutely not looking forward to tomorrow. It would've brought you more pleasure to be shot in the head with a rifle.

"Getting executed or something?" Harry joked, but there was a small hint of... worry, maybe?

"What?" You asked with a breathy chuckle, looking over at him. He shrugged his shoulders.

"You sound depressed about it."

It was your turn to frown. You guys never really talked about anything but sex, and most of it was dirty talk. You were pleasantly surprised about him initiating this conversation about your feelings.

"It's Reece's housewarming party and Fourth of July party. It's his new house. That he bought, with his girlfriend." You explained, and watch Harry mouth form into an 'o' shape.

"That's rough." He remarked, and you nodded as you put on your shoes.

"I'll just get through the hour and a half of torture, fake a stomach flu and go home or something. Should be fine."

Silence took over the room and stayed there until you were all dressed and ready to go. You had your jacket in your hand and stood in front of the bed, looking over at Harry.

"So, do you have the number of a cab company or should I go to the reception?" You asked. Harry was lying there, shirtless and with a pondering look on his face.

"I can come."

"What? Downstairs?" You asked, beyond confused. Harry shook his head.

"To the house warming. I have nothing to do tomorrow anyway." He suggested casually, and waited until you tilted your head to go on. "We can go, I'll distract you a bit and then we can spend the rest of the night at yours."

You stayed silent for a minute, not really knowing what to say. It would be quite fun to bring him along, you thought. Plus, he would make for a great distraction and serve as a bit of a way to make Reece jealous. Then maybe he could be the tormented one for once.

But you weren't completely sure if bringing the coked out rockstar would be the best thing to do. After all, there would be some people you knew professionally too, and you didn't want to leave a sour taste in anyone mouth. Especially considering how expressive Harry had always been with his thoughts. While that was really cool and rebellious, you weren't sure if that was a luxury you could afford.

"I don't know Harry, I think you'd be bored." You said in all honesty, but Harry shook his head.

"I'm gonna be bored either way. Better to be bored with the guarantee of a fuck later." He argued, and you sniffled a laugh.

"And they say romance is dead."

"As if that's what you came to me for." Harry smirked, and your lips tugged up into a smile. He was right, it was the last thing you sought in this relationship, if that was even the right word.

"You can't be high, and you have to look decent." You said, seeing if the demand would make him back out, but his eyebrows only raised.

"You saying I don't look decent, sweetheart?"

"You look sexy, you always do." You said, and you saw his eyes widen for just a millisecond. "But there's going to be people I know professionally."

"Fine, I'll be all cleaned up for you, sweetheart." He gave in, much to your surprise. You nodded one final time.

"I'll text you the details. And I'll ask the receptionist about the cab." You told him as you put on your jacket and opened the door. "See you tomorrow."

You closed that door with a bit of a giddy feeling, but despite the excitement you fell asleep quite easily.

The next day he picked you up only five minutes later than you had told him, which was quite impressive for Harry. He was usually about an hour late.

You had chosen a white dress, simply because you wanted to look elegant. Harry looked the complete opposite of you, with his fully black outfit. But he looked nice, all cleaned up indeed. He had even shaved his stubble, which you would have mourned had his bare face not look so angelic. He also put on a cologne that you were only vaguely familiar with. When you asked him about it, he mentioned it was only for 'special occasions'.

Reece's girlfriend welcomed you and Harry with a big smile on her face, giving you champagne immediately, along with a tour of the house. Reece wasn't there when you arrived, apparently he was BBQing in the back.

You were amazed with the manners of Harry. He smiled when he said hello in that beautiful voice of his, and you saw Reece's girlfriend's cheeks turning red. You didn't blame her; it was just the effect that Harry had. She wasn't the only one. Anyone else you met or saw that night reacted that way to Harry.

Anyone but Reece. The minute he saw you walking out with Harry by your side, his smile dropped. Harry wasn't blind, he saw Reece's reaction, and he would've been lying if he said it didn't satisfy him a little bit.

Over the past few weeks he'd gotten to know you a little better, and in turn had grown protective of you. He didn't do relationships and he didn't want one, but for now you were his, and he needed Reece to know.

You said hello to Reece, giving him a hug—which felt awkward to say the least—before standing next to Harry again. Your stomach tingled at the way Harry's arm immediately wrapped around your waist. It made you feel more steady, because it wasn't very fun, standing with the guy you love in the garden of the house that he bought with his girlfriend.

Reece and Harry shook hands, but it was a bit tense, so you quickly began to look for a way to break the ice a bit.

"What are you making?" You asked, looking at the grill.

"Just the standard BBQ stuff. Listen— Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?" Reece said, face all serious in the way that made your heart sink to your feet.

"Er, sure?" You answered ever so hesitantly. Reece spared one last glance at Harry before walking away. You threw him an apologetic look before following suit. Reece walked all the way to their little shed in the back of the garden. He didn't stop walking until he was inside, so you entered the shed too.

"What's up?" You tried to be casual.

"Are you seriously asking me that?" Reece said. Your eyes widened at the frustrated look on his face. What was going on?

"What? What do you mean—"

"You bring him? You bring Harry Styles to my fucking house?" He spat out Harry's name as if it was a virus. You frowned at that. It brought a sense of rage inside of you; Reece insulting Harry like that.

"Yes, so what?" You shrugged. You truly had no idea what the problem was. "I'm allowed to bring a date, am I not?"

Reece let out a breathy chuckled as he shakes his head and threw his arms over each other. "A date... yeah sure."

"Yes, Harry is my date— what the fuck is your problem?!" You exclaimed as you took a threatening step towards him.

"He is my problem! The fact that you brought him— here! That is my problem." Reece answered, taking a step closer to you and closing the distance between the two of you. "I don't like it."

For some reason, that was the last drop.

"Fuck you." You spat out before you can even prevent yourself from saying it in the first place, and you watched as Reece's eyes widen in shock. "We are at the housewarming party of the house you bought with your girlfriend, and you are getting mad at me for bringing a date?!"

"You know it's not like that—"

"You should thank your lucky stars every day for your girlfriend instead of monitoring every guy I interact with. You need to leave me alone, because it hurts. Being here today, standing here, it hurts like hell. So, stop making it unbearable."

With that, you turned around and left. You couldn't have Reece saying any more to you. You were too filled with rage, and refused to let him him sweet talk you, because you knew you'd fall for it. Over and over again. And that was the problem.

You desperately needed a distraction, and luckily he was right there, waiting for you, with that signature smirk on his face as you approached him. He knew the look on your face, he knew what it meant, what was about to go down.

"Everyone, let's go out front for the fireworks!" Reece's girlfriend shouted through the room and everyone follows. Everyone but you. Sauntering in the back, you dragged Harry upstairs instead of outside.

You looked around for the door to the bedroom, and opened it. It was located at the front of the house, so you would still be able to see the fireworks. Although, you figured you were going to see more of your own kind of fireworks.

You leaned in to kiss Harry, but he pushed you onto the bed before you could reach his lips, spreading your legs for you. He watched you watch him impatiently as he withdrew your panties from your legs, relishing the view of your wet pussy. Then, without a word spoken, he did exactly like you silently asked, and dug in like a depraved mad man. You instantly gasped at the touch of his tongue against your clit. You were well aware that you had felt it yesterday, but it was a new sensation every time.

You leaned on your elbows, legs wrapped around Harry's shoulder as you watched the fireworks out the window. Harry's tongue flicked your clit and you moaned as he sucked and licked as if it was the last thing he would ever do. One of his hands was massaging your leg, and he used the other one to finger you.

It started out slow, just with two fingers pumping in and out of you. But as the volume of your moans grew, so did the roughness with which Harry was getting you off. It motivated him; the sound of your desperation to be fucked by him.

"Har— Daddy! F-fuucckk..." you whined, and it sounded like you were drunk. But you were stone cold sober; just drunk on Harry.

"No, say my name. If anyone hears us, I want them to know it's me who's making you feel this good." Harry growled before re-attaching his lips to your clit.

When Harry shoved in a third finger, you knew you were done for. In a matter of seconds, the fireworks from outside were happening inside your body, and you cried out Harry's name as your orgasm overtook you.

"Such a good slut... letting me get her off on the bed of the guy she loves." He cooed you as you came down from your high. Harry climbed over you leaning his face as close as he could to you. "You wanna get back at him, sweetheart?"

You nodded profusely, still filled with that rage from the conversation back in the shed.

"Yeah? You wanna show him what he's missing? You wanna make him regret choosing that girl over you?" He asked, ever so tauntingly. Again, you nodded. It was so filthy, but it made it all the more exciting. You were too angry at Reece right now, and you couldn't think of a better way to get back at him in this moment.

"Get up then." He said, pulling you off the bed and leading you towards the window. Everyone was still watching the fireworks out front. You could see everyone talking or watching the fireworks. You were sure people could see you, would they bother to look up your way.

Harry bent you over, putting your hands against the window, and pulled up your dress. You waited in anticipation as you heard the clinking sounds of his belt.

"Harry..." you called out his name in a whine, too impatient to wait for him. You needed his cock and you needed it now.

"You're mine now." Harry suddenly said, the tip of cock stroking over your entrance. He was teasing you, wanting you to listen intently to his words. "I'm the one who's making you feel good, not him. When you think about this bedroom, I don't want you to think about him and what he does with her in here. I want you to think about the time I fucked you in it during their boring ass housewarming party."

Then, Harry pushed his long hard cock inside of you. You instantly moaned at the sensational feeling, it just felt so good to be filled up with him. You didn't think you could ever get tired of it. How each thrust made your body shoot forward, your tits slowly starting to fall out of your top as Harry started to fuck you senseless.

Your hands began to sweat and you saw the smudges you were making on the glass. With heavy eyes, you looked down at all the people watching the fireworks. Little did they know you were getting railed just a few meters above them. There was a small part of you that wished someone would just look up. It was like you needed someone to witness how good Harry was making you feel. It was crazy, the way he took your body like he owned it. Sometimes it felt like a dream.

"Harry... you fuck me so go—ooh, fuck!" You tried, but the way his cock drove into your aching pussy knocked the wind out of you. It was difficult to finish a sentence whenever Harry was inside of you.

"I know, baby." He assured you as his cock repeatedly disappeared into your cunt. One hand on your hip held you steady, while the other one raked through your hair, occasionally tugging on it. The steady rhythm that Harry had built up and its impact of it, made your tits fly out of the top of your dress. You bit your lip, cheeks red at the occasional moan to escape your lips anyway. You didn't even know why you were trying to be silent.

"C'mon baby, cream my cock right above all these unknowing people. Won't be long before they will know, what with all these marks on your pretty skin." Harry growled as he slammed into you, his fingers finding your clit again. The combination of the circles he rubbed and the naughty words he spoke had you so incredibly close to your orgasm. And Harry knew that, it's why he kept on talking.

"What would they think, huh? When they found out that innocent, little opera singer Y/N's real ambition is to get fucked and watched. Hmm? Think they'd like to know that your look on stage will never beat the way you look with my cum all over your face?"

That brought you over the edge. You wailed as the wave of built up tension dissolved into nothing but pleasure. Your hands slid down the window, leaving an obvious mark. Before you could regain your senses, Harry pulled his cock out of your body, leaving you empty, and pulled you back onto the bed.

You complied, getting on all fours before him, your hands tangled in the once prettily made up sheets.

"You know what to do, don't you baby?" Harry asked, his fingers taking through your now messy hair. You nodded, a drunk smile on your face. You hand reached out to his cock, slowly starting to stroke him. As soon as Harry's eyes closed, and his head tipped backwards, you put your lips around him.

Hollowing your cheeks, you bobbed your head back and forth, trying to suck him until all of his come was at the back of your throat.

Harry opened his eyes and they met yours, a tortured grunt leaving his mouth at the sight of you sucking him off in Reece's bedroom. He couldn't resist gathering your hair and wrapping it around his head, then pushing your mouth all around his cock. A muffled groan sounded from beneath, the vibrations of the sound adding to Harry's pleasure.

Harry's hips started moving, creating his own favorite rhythm to you choking around his cock. You let him use you, focusing on your breathing instead.

"Fuck baby, you love being used, don't you?" He moaned as an approving sound left your mouth, your eyes rolling into the back of your head at both his words and the rough movements. "That's right, nothing more than a pretty doll for me to use whenever I want."

Again you agreed with him. Harry only became rougher, your head stinging a bit from the grip he had on it. But you loved it, to be so submitted to him. It felt like the first time he fingered you in front of all of those people, and you had no choice but to surrender and come for him.

Your hand reached out again, and you began fondling his balls a bit. You knew Harry loved that, and you were right, because a guttural groan sounded from  above, and soon your eyes were blurry with how harshly he shoved his cock down your throat.

You moaned, satisfied with his roughness, and just like that, his cum spilled into your mouth. He stilled inside you, his head low as he panted out his orgasm. You swallowed every last bit of it. When his grip loosened on your head, you took it as a sign that you could remove your mouth from his sensitive cock.

You coughed a few times before getting up from the bed. You stumbled towards the bathroom, where you assessed the state of yourself, post-fuck.

Your eyes widened when they met your own in the mirror. Jeez, that was quite the experience. You grabbed a cotton pad and some make-up remover from Reece's girlfriend and wiped away the mascara under your eyes. After flipping your hair a few times, and adjusting your dress, you looked like you had never been fucked into oblivion in the first place.

You closed the door to pee, and when you were done doing your business, you sauntered back into the room. The sight of Harry straightening up the bed sheets a bit made you smile. It was still evident that someone had been on the bed, but at least it didn't look all disheveled anymore.

"So... wanna go home?" You asked, tilting your head innocently. Harry's lips formed into a smirk, as he nodded.

"Perfect plan." He said, making you chuckle.

You grabbed his hand and carefully let him down the stairwell. People were still watching the fireworks outside, so nobody saw you guys coming down. You were quick to grab your purse, before walking through the front door.

"Hey! I was wondering where you two were!" Reece's girlfriend greeted you happily, a couple of her friends standing next to her. All of them are watching you intently, and it kind of feels like you got caught. You force a smile, trying to think of a reasonable excuse.

"Y/N isn't feeling so good. We're thinking she came down with something." Harry said softly, his hand stroking your back. You resisted the urge to frown at his sudden attitude change, instead nodding sadly. The women all immediately gave you a pitiful stare. Damn, Harry was good.

"I'm just gonna get her back to her apartment and take care of her. Don't want her to be alone if she feels so bad." He added on, planting a kiss to your temple. You held in the laugh, closing your eyes at Harry's action. When you looked at the group in front of you again, all of their eyes were on Harry. They looked like they just about melted at those sentences.

"Of course! I'm so glad you guys came today! I'll tell Reece that you had to leave early. Now, go! Feel better." Reece's girlfriend smiled at you, and Harry took it as a sign to start walking. You stumbled out a last thank you, before you were off the front lawn and near Harry's car.

The second the both of you were seated and closed the doors, fits of laughter rumbled through the car.

"You are unbelievable! You had them all wrapped around your finger in under ten seconds." You exclaimed, watching as Harry started up the car and began to drive away. You waved at Reece's girlfriend again, her returning the gesture as you raced past the house.

"I try my best." Harry just grinned.

"I'm gonna get her home and take care of her." You repeat his words, a cackling laugh following. "You made each and every one of those women want to jump your bones. You are a very skilled liar. Teach me your ways, please."

"I didn't lie." Harry shrugged, looking over at you. "I am getting you back to your apartment to take care of you. Not my fault that they think that entails feeding you soup."

You giggled, your stomach brewing in excitement at the mention of his promise. Right, he was going to take care of you. In fact, he had been taking care of you, ever since you walked through the doors of that club with him.

You couldn't have found a better distraction.

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Hey Little Train 5 [Fred Weasley x Reader]

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Title: Hey Little Train 5/5 (5 part mini series)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader {Established Relationship/ Engaged}

Timeline: Set immediately after the war up to 4 years later.

Summary: The memoirs of a broken woman after the death of her beloved.

Warnings: SAD FIC. This one will hurt. Mentions of death, grief, depression, suidical thoughts. Suicide. Loss and pain, a lot of crying. Smut, sexual references, graphic sex. Dreams. Female reader.

Word count: 1.1k

Heavily inspired by Nick Cave & the bad seeds’ O Children’, the unofficial song of Harry Potter.

Hey little train!We are all jumping on

The train that goes to the Kingdom

We're happy, Ma, we're having fun

It's beyond my wildest expectation

Bright white lights surrounded you, brighter than you'd ever experienced but by some miracle it didn't hurt your eyes nor make you want to shy away from the brightness. Your eyes were wide open, fixed to your curious surroundings as you tried to make sense of what you had walked into. It reminded you of King's Cross station, the brick support arches all around though they were near translucent, camouflaged into the white Misty background that seemed to go on forever.

You were walking forwards but you felt like you were floating, with no sound from your footsteps and a complete stillness that made you realise that you weren't breathing, your chest not moving and the familiar feel and sound of your thumping heartbeat no longer permeating through your body.

Your entire soul felt free, no longer burdened by the pain and the grief you'd carried like a curse for these past 4 years. There was no pain here, no sadness and at last you felt a glimmer of hope that you'd be welcomed into paradise having endured your purgatory.

You searched around in the calm stillness for a sign of anything to guide you when a sudden anxious thought overcame you. It had been four years since Fred's death, four years that you'd continued to live and age whilst he had not- if you were fortunate to see him again, would you look old to him now? Would he still want you? Would you ever even see him again?

You looked down at your left hand and smiled seeing that your engagement ring was still proudly sat upon your finger. Only, your hand looked different in some way, the thinness and the toils of grief no longer present upon your skin- you were younger.

You breathed a sigh of relief and once again smiled, more hopeful than ever that you were now completely unburdened.

"Fancy seeing you here, princess."

You spun around faster than you thought possible, almost stumbling as you followed the sound of the once familiar voice, the exact one you'd fought so hard not to forget.

Fred was leaning against one of the brick support arches over to the side and the sight of him made you want to weep, to fall to your knees and scream out in elation, the sheer emotion of seeing him again too much for you to handle. He had the most gorgeous smirk upon his face, arms crossed with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up and it brought a wider smile to your face seeing him so casual, so happy. His hair was fiery red just as you remembered and his hair was spiky at the front, exactly styled as you last remembered it to be.

When he moved towards you, your knees almost buckled but it gave you the shock you needed to snap back to reality.

You ran, as quick as your feet would allow, desperate to feel him again. You jumped into his arms like a child, the solid wall of his body flush against yours once more as he wraps those big arms around you tightly. You could hear his chuckle, it permeated through your mind and your soul and you clung closer to him than before. His scent enveloped you completely, the comforting and oh so familiar blend that you knew to be so specific to Fred that filled your nostrils and anchored you back to happier times. You'd have sobbed with relief if you could have, but there were no tears here.

Frantic words fall from your lips but they are mostly unintelligible, more like sounds of relief and of love intermingled as you cling to him, praying they he wouldn't disappear again.

"I love you," he says, the relief clear in his voice as me of his hands wraps around the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair as you hold on to each other. Your feet are completely off the floor, secure in his hold and you both laugh in sheer delight as he moves his hands and spins you both around by holding your waist.

You bend down, for once it's you doing the leaning, and you press a kiss to his full lips. You place both hands on the sides of his face and dedicate your entire attention to the kiss, trying to spell out how desperately you'd missed him with your lips. His hands scramble on your waist, clearly itching to hold you elsewhere and he places you down back onto the ground before dominating the kiss whilst keeping you close. His left hand wraps back into your hair whilst his right holds your hip tightly as he walks you back two steps until you're pressed against the brick pillar. Time doesn't seem to exist here, or maybe you just don't care about it, your entire focus on Fred alone.

You both pull apart eventually with matching dazed eyes and soft smiles, hardly able to let go of each other as your hands remain entwined.

It's everything you wanted, better than you could ever have imagined, better than your wildest expectations of how this would go. You feel complete again, finally a whole person.

He rests his forehead against yours and you savour the moment, committing it to your memory incase you're ever separated again.

"You have no idea how good it is to see you again baby," he says softly and you almost laugh at the ridiculousness of his words.

"I think I have an idea," you say with a slight hiccup, hardly able to think of the pain from before.

"You should have, you didn't have to," he says gently, stumbling over his words in a rare occurrence. "You had a life to live."

"Without you?" You counter, understanding now what he was saying. "Without you, it wasn't a life worth living."

He pulls you in for another kiss, this time it's equally as heartfelt but not as blistering, conveying the love that was shared between you.

"What happens now?" You ask once you'd pulled apart, a little afraid of what he'd say. You hadn't really consider what happens after this.

"Now we have forever," he smirks, chuckling as your face erupts into a beaming smile. "But first, this."

He pulls you by the arm and holds you closely with his right arm before linking your left hands together, just as you had all those years ago at the Yule Ball.

"There's no music," you laugh as he begins to sway and spin you wildly.

"Don't need it Mrs Weasley, we can make our own!"

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Young American

Y/N get’s offered the opportunity of a lifetime, an apprenticeship at English Graffiti, world renowned tattoo artist, Eddie Chan’s first American shop. However, an unnerving rivalry brews between her and one of Eddie’s old apprentices and best artists, Harry Styles.

Fic Casting

Warnings: belittling/degrading (not in a hot way), family drama/hardships, self-esteem issues, smut with BDSM-y themes.

^ - denotes angst & ** - denotes smut

Part 1^ - Sworn Enemies

Part 2 - Apologies on Apologies

Part 3 - Patience

Part 4 - Happy Halloween

Part 5 - Pain & Pleasure

Part 6** - Midnight Rendezvous

Part 7** - Friendsgiving

Part 8** - Somewhere Special

Part 9** - Imitation Game

Part 10 - Homecoming

*This story and the characterizations of those pictured as the story’s main characters are fictional work and in no way depict the actual behaviors/ideas/personalities of these people in real life.*

[musicforastylesrestaurant]

Styling Mr. Styles.

harry styles were in desperate need of a hair stylist for one direction’s uk leg of tour culminating in 2015.

although he doesn’t do much with his hair before shows, perhaps a bit of gel and hairspray here and there, he needs someone who can cut his hair when he feels it’s necessary and someone who he can just talk to when he needs a bit of space.

and he knows for a fact that hair stylists always talk the most, so he needed to hire one, a hair cut could take place at any given moment and although his hair was long he liked to keep it in check.

so when his good friend lou teasedale recommends (Y/N). harry’s quick in taking the recommendation and hires you.

so the autumn of 2015 was bound to turn out a good one, especially when your surrounded by all your close friends and some even closer.

authors note - this is my first time writing a series as i’ve only ever written just one shots before so this is brand new to me. this mini series will include real life events that have taken place during the 2015 leg of the on the road again tour. harry is 21 in this fic and (Y/N) is 19, so there is a slight age gap.

warnings - explicit language, angst, mentions of domestic abuse, slight innocent reader, mentions of alcohol, social anxiety and panic attacks, badly written smut.

prologue. [published - 06.07.2023]

in which, harry is in desperate need of a hair stylist, so when his good friend recommends you, with a lot of persuasion you decide to take the job. having no idea what the future will have in store for you and for him.

chapter one.

in which, it’s your first day on the job and your best friend decides to drive you up to london so that you have a familiar face when you arrive. that’s where you properly meet everyone and even have some one on one time with a certain curly headed lad.

chapter two.

in which, it’s the first show of the uk leg of tour, and getting to know everyone you’ll be seeing for a prolonged period of time leaves someone in a slightly angry mood, which is an especially bad thing when you’ll be styling his hair in a few minutes.

chapter three.

in which, after an article appears of you being seen at the show surfaces, you panic about certain people seeing it. but due to the circumstances you have to move on quickly and move on to your next tour location. the home of the man your starting to develop a crush for. manchester.

chapter four.

in which, you’ve got a fear of flying that no body knows about, and after some gentle persuasion someone occupise the seat next to you. gesturing a cutie named lux and the wonderful city of glasgow.

chapter five.

in which, you introduce the curly lad to your favourite tv show, and arriving in your next destination he decides to take you on a tour of there set. the day ends with fireworks and a heart full of gratitude. all thanks to him.

chapter six.

in which, you’ve all arrived in the country that makes up 1/4 of the band. the lovely ireland. where nightmares take place, and the truth about your past finally comes to surface. hair gets braided and a mechanical bull lingers in the background.

chapter seven.

in which, getting ready to head to the next tour location begins all cute and fluffy, as if nothing can burst the bubble you and him have created, but an oblivious maid interrupts that bubble, leaving the two of you feeling vulnerable and create a whole other issue that leads to the two of you telling the truth.

chapter eight.

in which, events take a turn for the better as you and him cuddle in his bunk on the tour bus, where you start to feel good and the afternoon ends with saccharine lullabies. leaving both of you to let the feelings you have for each other to linger in the back of your minds.

chapter nine.

in which, another article reached the eyes of one direction fans and family, a flashback occurs in the midst of the chaos your mind is enduring upon yourself and an unrealised song gets sung for the first time, putting you once again in the spotlight.

chapter ten.

in which, waking you up with breakfast in bed, the curly headed lad had a very important question to ask you that will need a very important answer.

epilogue.

in which, it’s the finale chapter of your and his story so there’s one thing to say… welcome to the final show…i hope your wearing your best clothes.

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Heyyy,

Do you have more recommendations for collage/uni/high school fanfics?

Thanks<3

Hi, anon! You're very welcome!

Here's one of the long recs:

✤ University/College Fics

Here are a few more on a mini rec:

✤ University

And here are three more really great Uni fics that aren't on either list (and if you'd like high school ones instead just send me another ask and I'll give you a few of those, too!)

Spinning Out Waiting for You by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose

Harry Styles is a year and a half away from graduating with a masters in potions and he has one huge milestone to reach in his academy career: the Matching Ceremony.

From Halloween night until graduation, matched witches and familiars will have to create a talisman to be a physical representation of their bond. One for the witch and one for the familiar. Most pairings last an entire lifetime.

If only it were that simple.

That Howling Infinite by sweettartine / @sweettartine

When Louis struggles in the literature class he needs to pass to graduate, his professor assigns him a tutor. A cute tutor. A cute tutor with a boyfriend. It's just as well. Louis isn't looking for a boyfriend in his last semester of college. But trying not to fall for Harry Styles might be impossible.

Or, the one where Louis and Harry fall in love while reading Moby Dick.

Trying to Find the Words (To Say For Ages) by InsightfulInsomniac / @insightfulinsomniac

“Looking like that is a liability,” Harry manages after a moment, face flushed bright red. “You’re a liability.”

“Didn’t know it was dangerous to shower,” Louis counters, swallowing down his beating heart.

Harry rolls his bottom lip between his teeth, unblinkingly transfixed. “It’s dangerous for me. Makes me want to say things that I shouldn’t.”

As best friends and roommates, it’s really not a big deal when their on-campus housing provides Harry and Louis with an unusual, intimate bathroom arrangement. They’re perfectly comfortable with one another and their own bodies.

Except for the whole mutually pining thing. That might make it a little awkward.

[avalentina]

My Fic Recs!

My tastes are relatively straight forward. 90% of the time I'm going straight for the juiciest smut piece I can find for whatever my obsession of the day is. (LATELY: THE ONE AND ONLY LOVE OF MY LIFE... CHRISTIAN MATE PULISIC!)

Harry Styles Recs:

@watchmegetobsessed @gurugirl @fkinavocado @finelinevogue @lukesaprince @freedomfireflies @avocadoguru @eveningepiphany @justlemmeadoreyou @cupid-styles @jarofstyles

Story Recs for H.S.

We'll Be Alright by finelinevogue

Snacks and Sex by watchmegetobsessed

The Arrangement mini series by gurugirl

Forgive Me Father (Priestrry) series by gurugirl

Yours, Mine, Ours, Theirs (Mafia!Harry) series by freedomfireflies

Complicated Freak by lukesaprince

Rich Series by lukesaprince

Daddy Does It Better H.S. by lukesaprince 😝

Lupis Noctis by avocadoguru

Welcome to the final show series by eveningepiphany

Christian Pulisic Recs:

@thoseboysinblue @riahollywood @pulisicsgirl @neverinadream

Unbroken by thoseboysinblue

What Nobody Sees Series by thoseboysinblue

Footballer Recs: (Mason Mount, Kepa Arriziabalaga, Kai Havertz, Ruben Dias, Jude Bellingham, and Kylian Mbappe)

@canirove

Rewinding Us (M.M.) by @coolemmasulivan2

StepDad Kepa by @gagaslonina

more to come!

Draco Malfoy Recs:

@talesofadragon @littlemissnoname13 @goldenbuckyyy @weaselbrownie @maraudersaffair @slytherinwh0re @k2padfoot @somenewsarah

Story Recs for D.L.M:

Essence of Belonging by talesofadragon

Walls & Veils, 2 part by littlemissnoname13

Forever by weaselbrownie

Literature by @fandom-puff

Sebastian Sallow Recs:

@sebastianswallows

One of My All-Time Favorite Stories:

Baby Number Six (George Weasley x Reader) by @rip-us-xoxo

Hope you find some you like!

-Ava