#harry styles to be so lonely

[fridayiminlovemp3]

that weird ass fucking lifetime christmas movie that’s thinly veiled fan fiction about taylor swift and travis kelce makes me so uncomfortable like that is FREAK behaviour, making that a real movie is FREAK BEHAVIOUR. i can’t even watch the trailer for it it just freaks me out

[amendowin]

ㅤㅤㅤ 🔊🌼 ˀ⁎⁺˳ 太陽 🚏⭑🐾˖ ࣪ ᡶ𝕠 Ⴆᦸᩚ ꇙ᥆ᩨ 𝙻✦ꦥᩘ𝕖𝕝ყ, ρ𝗌𝖽 𝗉α𝖼𝗄 ๑ഁ﹍⼵🍴🔓⟡𓏲 ℓ𝕚𝕜ᨓᨹᩚ ☹︎ᴿ ꢯᩚᧉꫬ⁺𝕓ᩚ𝕝𖠇᪶ᦋᩨ 斘

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i gotta get better hearts get broken leave america

[sanjiswetcigarettes0]

Acelaw people! I’m here to offer you my first and not so great acelaw Headcanon writing! Please accept my poor attempt on this 🙏🏻

To Be So Lonely

word count 1.530

If we think of acelaw where everything is real between them,

Law Trafalgar was a tough, quiet man and was someone who tried not to be involved in other things, trying to keep himself on the road he barely managed to put in a order his whole life, all he did is do his work as a surgeon and rescue other people’s life in the hospital. (Do not question his survival guilt.) The sea he had in his mind was always wild, and all he needed to do was to stay quiet until it quiet down too.

He kept himself alive with his coffees and his little crew most of the time, with his friends who sometimes came to his house to bringing some self made food and putting him to his untouched bed after their jobs end. He liked his life like this, and he knew the way his life wasn’t as healthy as his job expected him to be, but be assured, he liked it this way.

Trafalgar Law, who was “too busy for other people or any relationship”, (he kept saying that ) always would come home alone with his regular take-outs and coffee to greet his cats with a warm smile , would kneel to pet their heads and get his daily energy boost at 8:20 p.m from their purrs and meows. It has been like this since he graduated to become a surgeon as he promised himself as a kid, didn’t allowed people in his life, ( he hadn’t any clue how the crew became family to him in that time where he just met those people in uni and had some drink with them at his house, ) and why would it be different? He was fine with his awfully quiet life and night shifts.

But now, in the other hand, he was feeling quiet irritated with the fact that his cats were purring (for real now?) and wandering around a man’s feet he never met before; right now: on a Saturday morning where had a day off and could grind his coffee own and wake up late, he opened his front house door to find a man who was standing on the next front door and had boxes up to his freckled curvy nose, (he couldn’t see the obviously younger man’s whole face) chatting with a younger blonde man with long hair as his was.

Law could feel a frown take place on his serious face, (it’s his normal morning face, okay? ), he held his coffee mug tightly and tried to call his cats whispering over to the man’s feet trough the noisy chatting at 8:40 am quietly to avoid making any more noise this early, “ Beppo!” , “ Asami!” but causing to cough those two’s attention to him, make them turn to him with interest and to hear a “I’m inside if you need me, you go meet with your neighbour, and apologise for your noisiness!” from a calmer, British accented voice before the different looking kind man went inside and left the two of them alone on the hall of the apartment with a quiet, but calming awkwardness.

Law blinked restlessly, but had a break to look down to his cats rubbing on his fluffy slippers returning to their warm home meowing. He put his coffee cup to the ground , and then glanced at the man putting his boxes to stand normally, and finally, saw the man’s face who had the whole damn sun’s brightness on his freckled, smiley, pretty face.

His frown disappeared, weird, he thought , and to be completely honest, he was ready to curse for the noise he had to witness at this early hour of his off day- but for fuck’s sake, the man hadn’t plan to meet the best thing that ever happened to him, on that day. Nope, surely not this early in the morning.

The man who stole his cats had long wavy raven coloured hair, a crooked but heartwarming smile, something pretty and energetic Law didn’t expect to see this early. His freckled face was so openly, inviting the sun itself to shine more. He had broad shoulders looking pretty on a dark blue shirt, fewer tattoos visible under his folded arms on his pale skin and a charming smile that Law had to fight not to deceived.

Was to be so lonely finally enough?

“Oh hey! I’m Portgas Ace and am yer new front neighbour! m’ sorry for disturbing you, nice to meet ya!”

Said Ace, his long buff arms waving him and continuing to talking with his energetic voice like he really wasn’t freezing on this early spring morning,

“were they yer cats? I’m sorry they ran out to wander ‘round me, I guess they liked me!”

and before Law could part his nervously together pressed lips to talk and only stop to realise he was starting to communicate with this gorgeous (who even said that?) man standing before him, he wet his lips to say no and leave to be alone forever, again, but heard something unusual for the first-meeting from the man that changed everything for good.

Fuck.

In fact, he was socially awkward and couldn’t say no to save his own damn life, especially to someone like this weirdly good looking man who looked like he ate the fucking sun.

“Would ya like to have a breakfast with us?”

It was clearly a invite, huh?

And if you would ask him, Law definitely didn’t want to have the younger man to be a part of his lonely life, him bringing Law life and the energy to come home earlier, to see him every morning on his kitchen preparing him some healthy breakfast at 4:50 am, nor wanted to admit that he really went for kissing the young man’s warm smiley lips endlessly every time he would call him “ love”.

Everything had changed, he knew it, after he met Ace on the floor of his new house and had the most tastiest breakfast of his life prepared by Ace’s second little brother Sabo, and was welcomed like he was family while he was a stranger before 10 minutes, 3 years ago.

And as he noticed that he liked being around Ace those times, and getting pulled out of his house on his free days by him only to return to his house with warm and fuzzy feelings he never had , saying “maybe it isn’t too bad to have company” , it was now too late to return back to his cold quite days where he wasn’t all over a man whose the sun itself radiating warmth from his pure skin, giggling while his freckles were kissed. Where he didn’t have someone to make him laugh every day/ or even on a normal day.

He loved Ace, liked hearing him calling himself “the second dad” of the cats and one big dog they had together, and the warm (really warm!) nights & mornings they shared in the apartment that was now theirs. Petting Ace’s soft hair every time he fell asleep on Law while he was reading something about organs or narcolepsy was always something that made the two of them calmer, and feeling the other’s body heath getting even warmer with every kiss he got down his freckled belly underLaw’s big hands wasn’t something new.

“Ya got me heatin’ like a sunny day, darling, oh please don’t stop.”

It was like a dream, wanting was enough, sitting on their old British armchair, holding the man he loved the most in his arms tightly keeping him from jumping out while shouting “ yer gonna see when I kick yer ass when I see ya Roronoa!” to the tall younger man with moss coloured hair holding Luff’s hand, smirking while stealing the younger brother of Ace from the “ the together night” where everyone they loved were together. He was laughing intensely, pulling Ace from his waist to make him sit back on his thighs, then stroking the raven hair he loved most, saying “ leave the youngsters alone, they’re still figuring everything out, ” while giggling. It was like Law had two big energetic dogs, but one of them was definitely a handsome young man he wanted to marry, he must’ve admit that. Everyone were together, and being lonely wasn’t even the thing anymore. Surely, he still got headaches over the sunshine man talking nonstop to his ear, but never felt overwhelmed or never wanted to be alone, ever.

When Ace joined to his lonely, busy life and never left his side although Law himself couldn’t get used to being loved for so long, but he never gave up and fought for their feelings. He knew he loved this man with his whole life. Being lonely wasn’t a option anymore, he knew how spring brought him the biggest treasure to him, because could feel the love inside him when he couldn’t even let go of this man’s body to get up from their bed, murmuring quietly, “ I’ll be back at midnight.” while kissing his freckled face.

Trafalgar Law was now in love; a happy man who would stop by a coffee shop to bring home some pumpkin spice latte every autumn just to see his fiancé’s happy face because it was worth it. Say, could it even be better?

[foxes-that-run]

To be so lonely

TBSL is a drunk phone call with regret for how a relationship turned out. It has similarities to Say don’t go and Ready for it. Harry said (10:30) it was written in Bath. He said it was one of his favourites and a shame that people shout arrogant SOB at him. I love him so much:

Arrogant son of a bitch

Arrogant SOB is a quote from this Notebook scene. It's a vulnerable, honest line from a hopeless romantic's favourite movie. Why would people scream it at him? Only played at 12 shows.

Timeline

Harry wrote Fine Line in the first half 2018 and Cherry and Falling mid-year.

In October - January he was in Japan. The last Reputation show was in Tokyo in November. He wrote Little Freak & Ophelia then.

Taylor went back to the UK with Joe, In February she and Joe went to the Spaniards Inn (aka Harry's local) and she released Me!

To be so lonely is a drunk phone call when he is back in England around June 2019. (see also 2018-2020 and Fine line timelines

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Don't blame me for falling I was just a little boy Don’t blame the drunk caller Wasn't ready for it all

The first verse is clear that he's calling taylor:

‘Don't blame him for falling’ has a layered meaning, falling in love in the 1989 TV era (the irony now with vaults), falling off the friendship fine line (also in Daylight) and now falling into depression as in Falling.

He was just a little boy refers to his immaturity in the 1989 TV era, as detailed in Say don't go.

he responds to Taylor’s vengeful open to the Reputation tour and album: "Are you Ready for it.." with a soft gentle 'I wasn't ready at all'. This is layered, he wasn't ready to date an adult, for the fame, to be there for her insecurities in Slut and Say don’t go or to loose that love then or now.

[Pre-Chorus] You can't blame me, darling Not even a little bit, I was away And I’m just an arrogant son of a bitch Who can't admit when he's sorry

He's feeling sorry for himself, reflecting on having been emotionally numb when they dated (I was away). To Howard Stern he said every decision he’d made from 16 to 22 was as part of a group, going to therapy and working through his thoughts at that time.

the arrogant SOB line reminds us he is a gentle soul, he is sorry, he has done the work and can now see the effect he had on her. I love that line and wish people didn’t yell it.

he’s sorry, but as an arrogant sob that’s hard

[Chorus] Don't call me "baby" again, you got your reasons I know that you're tryna be friends, I know you mean it Don't call me "baby" again, it's hard for me to go home Be so lonely

Harry asked his muse to not call him baby, because he’s not with them. They are trying to be friends despite chemistry, they crossed the fine line of friendship and he’s drunk calling lonely that his beloved is not with him.

In Taylor’s later track, illicit affairs she has a similar line “And you wanna scream / Don't call me "kid" / Don't call me "baby" / Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me / You showed me colors / You know I can't see with anyone else”

He closes that it’s hard for him to be so lonely, it seems his beloved is not lonely because they are not single

[Verse 2] I just hope you see me in a little better light Do you think it's easy being of the jealous kind? ’Cause I miss the shape of your lips You’ll win, it's just a trick And this is it, so I’m sorry

He and this person have history, he wants to right. Little Freak “never saw his birthmark” is similar to me, Harry feels like Taylor did not get to see the real him, he was a little boy who wasn’t ready for it all. He regrets how things turned out and how she sees him.

He misses the shape of her lips, (red lips in style and two ghosts) in a leaked “I just wanna love you” he sang “'Cause I just wanna kiss you / And that's never gonna change / At least I'm honest with you, babe”

He’s jealous she’s with someone else, wishes they were together. He agrees it’s just a trick to get her attention, and he’s sorry.

[Bridge] And I'm just an arrogant son of a bitch Who can't admit when he's sorry [Chorus] Don't call me "baby" again, you got your reasons I know that you're tryna be friends, I know you mean it Don't call me "baby" again, it's hard for me to go home Be so lonely To be so lonely x5

:( he’s sad for how it ended, misses her

sees she wants to be friends but he can’t cope if she calls him baby because he wants her. Taylor has a similar sentiment “ Now that we don’t talk “Truth is, I can't pretend it's / Platonic, it's just ended, so”

She’s in a relationship and he wants to be with her.

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𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝘀. 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗌𝖾𝗒.

𝓤.𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊 𝒅𝒊𝒆... ❪ 𝘮𝘣𝘵𝘪. 𝘱𝘳𝘯𝘯𝘴. 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. ❫

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🦋 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝘆𝗹𝗲𝘀 ˚Ꮺ ⋆

🥂 ׅ ࣪. 𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑜. 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒆. 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑒. 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒆. 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑛.

𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲;; (𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌) 🥝

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TO BE SO LONELY

☁️ ─ 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 (𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 '𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩) *.

𝗉𝗋𝗇𝗇𝗌. 𝗆𝖻𝗍𝗂. 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁.

𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 .♡ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 🧩. 𓄹

𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀. 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌. 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗼𝘁. 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖾.

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[i-am-the-london]

I f you ever feel alone.... don't 🤠👍

[spidermanpreviously]

My favorite song from the album (not favorite lyrics) 🍒🌻

Happy anniversary, Fine Line 🫶🏻

I love you 🩷🩵

[userstuf]

★ TO BE SO LONELY (HARRY's SONG) USERS ★

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• littsboy (i was just a little boy)

• tobeslny

fav/reblog if u save or use ♥︎ dont repost it

[louisplumpyass]

i would write 'cause i miss the shape of your lips' too if my lover was louis tomlinson

[19-020221]

not to be a dark larrie but tbsl is very louis tomlinson coded

[somehowstillkeepsinging]

I swore I never would, but I became a harry styles fan today. I've been sleeping on him, some of his music slaps. This isn't funny, it's a confession.

[goldenkiwistyles]

Happy 4th birthday fine line!!!! ❤️

This album is one of the best out there!

[harrrystyles-writing]

To be so Lonely

Social media Especial Capítulo 9 "Provando mais uma vez"

NotaAutora: Como no capítulo nove eles são estão no love em casa, resolvi trazer um social média diferente.

Galeria da S/n

Galeria do Harry

Fake chat

[cinemastyles-blog]

Summary: Basically I turned To Be So Lonely into a smut one shot. Harry comes back after ghosting y/n for his tour and they end up getting into a lot.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, lots of arguing, hair pulling, some oral, fingering, unprotected sex, mentions of alcohol, filth

Master

∘₊✧── 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 ──✧₊∘

I swirled my wine in my glass as I scrolled down through my twitter page. My eyes read over a tweet,

Harry Styles home from his world tour with an attached picture of him smiling as he got off his plane.

“Yippee.” I roll my eyes and finish my glass. I look at it and pout slightly, Oh I guess.” I get up and walk over to the counter and empty the bottle into my glass. I lean down and grab another from the rack and grab the bottle opener.

As I pop the cork out, my door bell rings.

I top my wine off and set the bottle on the counter and scoop my glass up. “I’m coming.” I yell as they ring the bell again.

I open the door and my heart sinks, anger instantly filling my body, “Nope. Not doing this tonight.” I go to shut the door but Harry stops me from closing it, “Wait. Y/N. Just-“

I step back and he stumbles through the door, “Please.”

I stare at him as I grip my glass, “Get out.”

“We need to talk.”

I laugh and loosen my grip before my glass shatters, “You had all the time in world when you weren’t doing shows, Harry.”

“About that, I shou-“

“Should be leaving, yeah what a great idea.” I walk over to the door, tears welling in my eyes, “Just go.” He stays still, his eyes stay locked on me, “I was away-“

“You ghosted me Harry.” I slam the door shut and turn to him, “Fucking ghosted me like I meant absolutely nothing to you.”

He shakes his head, “No. no. That-“

“Just.. shut up for a second.” I sigh and take a big gulp of my wine, holding it in my mouth for a few seconds before I swallow, “Let me get this straight.. you-“ I point to him.

“Just, what? Couldn’t handle telling me that I wasn’t enough for you? Couldn’t handle telling me goodbye?” I drop my hand, “What? Was I that bad of a person to you?”

He shakes his head quickly and steps towards me, “I’m just.. an arrogant son of a bitch, y/n.”

I laugh, “What? Is that supposed to make me feel better? Please.” I finish off my wine and walk over to refill it. I let out a sigh after staring at the bottle, “Do you want some?”

I keep my head turned away from him until he answers me, “Please.”

I grab another glass and fill it up. I turn and hand it to him and his fingers brush mine as he takes it. My eyes move to the roses he laid on the counter. I bite my lip and shake my head, “No. I’m pissed at you.” I mumble bringing my glass up to my lips.

“What?” He asks with a slight smile.

“Don’t do that.” I speak into my glass before I drink more, “Don’t fucking do that.”

“You can’t blame me, darling. Not even a little bit.” He steps towards me and lightly drags a finger down my hand that’s holding my glass.

I close my eyes, my body taking in his touch.

“No.” I shake my head and run a hand through my hair, “You just.. you just left me Harry. No phone call. No nothing.”

“I did call you.” He argues.

“You drunk dialed me and I could barely understand a word you said. All I heard was noise.” I finish my glass and debate on pouring another.

Yeah, I need it.

I walk over and set my glass down. Harry walks over, “Don’t blame the drunk calling. You still picked up.”

I sigh and shake my head, “I don’t know why.. I really wasn't ready for it all..” I lift my full glass and chug for a few seconds.

“I was expecting an apology, I guess.” I take a deep breathe and walk over to sit on the couch. Harry follows me over and sits down at the opposite end, “As I said, I’m just an arrogant son of a bitch who just can’t admit that he’s sorry.”

I ignore his slight sarcasm and snap my fingers, “That. That right there, Harry.”

He scoffs, “Please. I’ve said I’m sorry.”

“When?” I bring my knee up and rest my elbow on it, “Name one time right now.”

He stares at me and sighs, “I’ve wanted to.”

“Wanted to what? Call and give me a fucking explanation as to why you just left without another word?” I sigh, “No texts, no phone calls. You just left me with nothing. Like I was nothing.” My voice breaks and I down the rest of my wine.

“I think you’ve had enough, baby.”

Harry’s words anger me, “Don’t call me baby again.” I snap as I stand up, the wine hitting me from sitting down, “Fuck.” I shake my head and walk over to the counter and lean on it.

“Why not? Oh, right, you got your reasons.” Harry says walking over behind me.

“What are you really doing here?” I whip around and slam my hand on the counter, “Besides causing me more pain.”

“Y/N, what do you mea-“

“Do you think it's easy being of the jealous kind?” I cut him off, my drunken thoughts becoming horrendous word vomit, “Seeing you all over twitter and Instagram, touring the world. Hanging out with people. Seeing selfies you take with beautiful girls. You give them the time of day but not me? Not someone who truly loved you..” my voice fades and the tears fall from my eyes, “Loves.. you.”

His facial expression goes soft, “Y/N.” He slowly walks up to me, “I’m sorry.” He whispers as he places a hand on my shoulder, sliding it down my arm to my wrist.

“It was you or the tour, and my manager wouldn’t let me have both. Or an option, for that matter.”

His words shock me, “Wh-what?”

He looks down, “The tour was already set and I-I fought, I wanted you to come but they left me with no choice but to-“

“Why didn’t you just call and tell me that?”

“Because I would have canceled my tour if I actually talked to you.” His look is serious, “I would have came right back here.”

He rubs his thumb on my cheek, his eyes scanning my face as he’s taking a mental picture, “Cause I miss the shape of your lips.” His thumb slowly drags over my bottom one and I close my eyes.

My hands grab his shirt and I pull him towards me, “Harry.” I whisper as I look up at him. He looks down at me, “I just hope you see me in a little better light now..”

“Why didn’t you just tell me that when you first got here?” I trace circles onto his side with my finger, “Would have just cleared everything right up.” I laugh slightly and he shakes his head.

“I wanted to see you, I didn’t want to tell you then have you kick me out right away.” He lays a hand on my cheek, “It's hard for me to go home to an empty house.. I’d be so lonely without you there.”

“So you came here?”

“Straight here.” He sighs, “I’ve missed you. In more ways than one, baby.”

I bite my lip, “Yeah?”

He nods, “Ive missed your hair on my face in the mornings.” He brushes my hair back with his hand, “You wearing my shirts.” He pulls at the shirt I’m wearing and smirks.

I totally forgot that I threw this on this morning, “Y-yeah, I’ve missed you too.”

He leans in, his lips brush my cheek, “I’ve having my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours.”

My body tenses at his words. His lips trail lightly down my neck and I grip his shirt tighter, “Harry.” I whisper as I tilt my head.

He pulls me closer to his body and I can feel his bulge pushing into my hip, “I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere without you ever again, And this is it, so I'm sorry.”

“You-“ I gasp quietly as he bites down onto my collar bone gently, “You have a lot of proving just how sorry you are to do.”

He lifts me up and my legs find their place around his waist, “I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.” He walks me into my bedroom and lays me down on the bed. He stays on top of me and my hungry lips meet his.

He works at taking his shirt off, only breaking the kiss to take it off. He slides my shirt up and kisses down my chest. I arch my back as he leaves quick little kisses all over my stomach, “I’ve.. missed you..”

“I missed you.” I look down at him and he stares at me while he slips his fingers into the band of my sweats, slowly working them down as he maintains eye contact with me.

I raise my hips so he can slide them down my legs and he tosses them, his hands feeling every spot of my legs, “I’ve missed these beautiful legs of yours.” He leans in, kissing from my ankle to my knee, “I missed you spreading them for me, too.”

His words are the key and my legs spread open, “Please.” I whimper, desperate for his touch, “Baby.”

His lips curl into a smirk and he licks his lips, “Anything for you.” His hands slide down my inner thighs and his finger tips grip them as he pulls himself into me.

My moans are loud as his tongue works between my folds. My fingers find their way to his hair and pull as my back arches off the bed, “Fuck, Harry.”

He groans against me and squeezes my thighs harder. I tilt my head back and squeeze my eyes shut as I already feel an orgasm coming on.

Fuck, my body craved him more than I wanted to admit. I needed him.

He slips a finger inside of me and moves to suck my clit. His finger curls up at the perfect angle and my thighs squeeze around his head.

I let out a scream so full of pleasure that I swear it echoed off the walls.

Harry continues to eat me out through my high and he slowly pulls away. He quickly gets undressed and slides his body on top of mine.

No words are spoken as he enters me. His lips crash onto mine and his hand grips and digs at my thigh, pulling me closer to him as he thrusts deep into me.

I moan and wrap an arm around his neck, twirling the hair at the nape of his neck around my fingers.

“I love you.” He whispers into my ear, “I’m so, so sorry.”

I bite my lip, feeling the tears well up in my eyes, “It’s okay.” I whisper, my voice barely audible, “It’s okay.”

He moves to rest his forehead on mine and I lay a hand on his cheek as I arch, pressing my chest against his, “I love you.”

“I love you so much.” He moans and kisses me, his tongue pushing against mine, “I’m so sorry.”

I moan and run a hand through his hair, “Baby. It’s okay.”

He smiles and buries his face into my neck, moaning against my skin as he thrusts slow and deep each time, “I was so lonely without you.”

I pull him closer, “I’m not going anywhere unless it’s with you.” I kiss his neck and suck a little spot onto it. He moans as I repeat my actions, “Fuck, y/n.”

I gasp and lay my other leg over his back, “Mm, Harry.” I dig my nails into his shoulder and drag down as I cum around him.

He kisses up my neck and across my jaw line, “Feel good?” He whispers as he nips at my skin.

I nod and whimper, “Mhm.”

He smiles, “I thought about this moment. Having you with me. Kissing you, being inside you. All of it.”

I listen to him speak and lay a hand on his cheek, “Me too.” His eyes close and he turns his head to kiss my palm, “I’m gunna cum.” He groans and his thrusts slow down as he prepares to pull out.

He releases himself onto my stomach, groaning against my lips as I kiss him. He tilts his head back and sighs, “That was a lot better than I imagined it.”

I laugh slightly and nod, “Agreed.”

He cleans us up and lays down next to me, pulling me into his arms. I lay my head on his chest as he pulls the blankets up around us.

“I wanted to hate you, you know.. but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.” I trace the outline of his tattoo and he plays with my hair, “I would have hated me if I were you, what I did was..” he blows air and I look up at him.

“You came back for me.”

“As soon as my feet hit the pavement, I was on my way.” He smiles, “I’m glad you didn’t kick me out, though.”

“Yeah, if I could have I probably would have, I guess I just didn’t want to spend another night alone.” I wink with a smirk and he shakes his head laughing.

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I'm just an arrogant son of a bitch who can't admit when he's sorry

To Be So Lonely, Harry Styles