#harry styles writng

[bobardo]

Overstimulation blurb pls

I love how Harry is so obsessed with her pussy so he keeps on making her cum / squirt but still not getting satisfied despite how overwhelming and teary eyed she got after 5-6 times she orgasms

sorry for the wait bestie 😭 i hope you like it!! 🩷

wc: 665

cw: smut, minors dni, 17+, overstimulation play, baldrry (he's so hot idc idc idc), and more. not proofread.

Harry has been sucking Y/N’s clit for almost two hours now. The only reason she’s consciously aware of that fact is because of his phone, bright blue light illuminating their bedroom ceiling, blurry numbers scribing one hour and fifty-two fucking minutes. His favorite torture device—a sage bullet vibrator that should be criminal for having so many settings—sits, unused, beside her shaky form.

He set a stopwatch. For what reason, she does not know. She honestly doesn’t have the ability to, though. It’s actually kind of hilarious to expect anything from her expect incoherent huffs and puffs, and garbled curses.

But Harry just loves to laugh.

“C’mon, Sweetheart, talk to me; tell Daddy how it feels.” His palms press down on the backs of her thighs, keeping her spread for him—he’s made her smear her messy pussy open for him too, though, for extra measure—her poor clit exposed to every sensation. The AC turning on makes her twitch, let alone Harry’s own hot breath.

“S’g—ood, Daddy,” she gasps, her eyes as puffy and red as her sensitive cunt. “Feels—” She mewls through the rest of her sentence, his tongue back on her button, laving over it, petting softly with the very tip.

It tickles a part of Y/N’s belly that sets the rest of her body on fire. How something so faint, so delicate, can be so utterly disgusting at the same time makes her head spin, in the best way.

Her head falls back on the mattress with a subtle bounce, her chest arching away for the sheets when his lips wrap teasingly her clit, toes wiggling as her feet flail, precious cries involuntarily slipping from her pouty lips.

“H,” she soughs, her hands abandoning post and finding the back of his head, nails scratching through the soft peach fuzz from the nape of his neck to the top of his head. Her head lolls around until her eyes find Harry’s once more, his cheeky, practically delighted smile felt before his slick mouth and pearly teeth (and sinful tongue) register through her vision.

Her brows draw to the center of her forehead as he flattens his tongue against the whole of her, the slippery tip dipping into her weepy opening before working back up to swirl over her swollen button until he feels her twitch, then starting all over again.

He repeats the action enough times for Y/N to lose count, her hearing staticky, vision blurry, thoughts nonexistent. It would explain why she doesn’t notice Harry’s hand falling from the back of her thigh, explain why when he starts fucking his tongue into her neglected hole, she whines at the loss of contact to her clit, fumbling to pull back on the hood with one hand as the other remains petting over his soft, clipped hair, as if to say Don’t forget about your pretty button, Daddy.

Though, forgotten is the last thing her poor overused clit is. It’s probably at the forefront of Harry’s mind, as a matter of fact, if the sudden touch of silicone to his pretty button is anything to go off of. Not to mention, the resounding buzz that quite literally rocks through her entire system.

Her soft cries are no longer soft. They’re loud and whiny, some guttural, but most sad little uh uh uh’s that get slurred through babbled curses. She doesn’t think of how pathetic she might look to Harry right now, she can’t (a fact that she’s wildly grateful for). All she can fucking think about is his tongue stuffed in her drippy pussy and the toy pressed directly on her clit.

She whimpers when he starts moving the vibrator from side to side, pointlessly smearing her arousal and his spit into her throbbing cunt. It fucking hurts.

“Stop with the crocodile tears, Princess,” Harry mumbles into her, scowling at the sight of her wet cheeks. “Cut it out before Daddy gives y’somethin’ to really cry ‘bout.”

He just had all the jokes today, didn’t he?

[softths]

Can you do #2 and idk the number but it was "kiss me, again" I think. I love your writing btw🤍🤍

Prompt #2 : ‘You’re awake? Fuck.’ & Prompt #47: ‘Kiss me again’

A/N: this has been heavily requested, and is of course a friend to lovers as it’s my favourite thing to write and this is probably my favourite thing I’ve wrote in a while <33 also thank you very much to whoever asked this, ily xxx

word count: 2.3k

You and Harry had become immune to the questions now, it was all simply a routine. ‘Are you two….?’ Was the most common one, with the quick glance between the two of you and the finger that would flicker between the two. ‘No.’ Was always your reply, with a small smile while Harry would laugh lightly and always reply ‘Just good friends’ mate.’

In the beginning, it was awkward, for you at least. With every question came an awkward silence and not knowing what to say. Harry would laugh and you would feel awful about yourself because of it. Was it really that funny, the idea of him being with you? But now, now it was simple. It just was not like that and never would be between the two of you. So, you had thought.

‘It’s Li’s wedding in a few months, all the boys have dates and I don’t want to be fucking nineth wheeling the whole time. Fancy coming with?’ You looked over to Harry, eyebrows furrowed, as you took in what he had said. ‘You want me to come to Li’s wedding with you?’ Harry nodded in response to your question, taking another handful of popcorn and putting it into his mouth.

“Don’t you feel like that’s a bit weird? Why don’t you take that girl you’ve been seeing?” You say nonchalantly, returning your gaze back to the TV before Harry reaches to pause it. He sighs as he does, before facing you. “Look, I can’t just bring some random girl to one of my best mates’ weddings, she’ll be in the photos and it’ll just be weird. Like really weird. You’re a friend of all of us and Liam said he wants you there, please?” He asks, well pleads really.

You roll your eyes before sighing in defeat. “Fine, but I’m still pissed at Liam for not inviting me himself and just assuming I’d be fine going with you.” Harry shrugs before pressing play again, “He just know you can’t say no to the charm of Harry Styles.” You slap him lightly, “Get your head out of your arse Styles.” You retaliate.

“When and where is it again?” You ask, standing up to refill your glass with water. “This weekend and Italy.” You gasp after taking in a mouthful of water, causing yourself to choke slightly. Harry runs in as he hears you struggling to breathe. He helps by patting you on the back firmly as you begin to cough. “This fucking weekend Harry? As in four days?” Harry shrugged and nodded. “Yeah, what’s the issue?”

“I have a job Harry. A normal job unlike you. I’m not a musician who can just take time off when I need to. I don’t have anything to wear. Fuck Harry, why aren’t you more organised.” Harry interrupted your rambling quickly, “Woah, woah, woah, shush for a second. I’ve already spoken to your boss and he said it was fine. I gave his daughter tickets to a show and he said we were even. I’ll get Lambert to contact some people and you’ll have a dress, tailored to you that matches my suit in time for when we leave okay? Don’t stress.” You nodded as you took in Harry’s words and tried to not overthink too much about the coming days.

You were stressed. You had an hour until you had to be at the venue and you hadn’t even tried the dress on yet. Harry was busy getting his suit on in the other room as you paced up and down. “Stop pacing, you’re driving me insane.” Harry barks from the other room. You listen to him and grab the dress from the hanger. You place your legs inside the bottom, stepping into it as you pull it up around you. It was a beautiful blue satin dress with a low v neck which sat on top of your chest, it fitted you perfectly and you were so grateful. You admired yourself in the mirror and finally felt like you could breathe as you fell more and more in love with the dress that was wrapped around your figure.

Walking out to see Harry, you placed your earrings in. You rest against the doorframe leading into the bathroom as he fixes his tie in the mirror before sighing in defeat and throwing his arms around. He looked stunning in his double-breasted navy suit, his handkerchief matching the pattern of the tie he was struggling to put on. ‘Help.’ He whined as he pouted and looked at you for the first time. ‘Fuck.’ He mumbled as he walked towards you. ‘You look…’ He started as you just laugh and pretended to flick your hair over your shoulder. ‘You don’t need to tell me how good I look.’ You mutter with a small laugh as he continues to gawk at you.

You reach for his tie and begin to do it up as he continues speaking. ‘No honestly, you look so beautiful. See I told you, you didn’t need to stress. Plus I don’t think I’ve ever seen Gucci look so good on anyone compared to the way it looks on you.’ He says and it was your turn to gawk at him. You slap him lightly as you drop his half-finished tie. ‘What the fuck do you mean Gucci?’ He just shrugged as he looked at you, smiling cheekily, ‘What? Couldn’t let you turn up in anything less than you are worth.” You finish off his tie before placing your hands on either of his shoulders, looking at him in the eye.

“How much did this put you back Harry?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. “Does it matter?” He whines, rolling his eyes and walking passed you. “Yes it does, to me.” Harry just shakes his head, grabbing your purse, “Look can we just go?”

“Not until you tell me.” You state, placing a hand on your hip and he sighs knowing he never is going to win against you. “£2,700.” He mumbles but you hear him and he hears your gasp. “Harry!” You yell as you look at him and he instantly goes to defend himself. “Look it’s not everyday you get to go to a wedding in Rome with your best friend okay? I just wanted you to feel amazing and have an amazing time. Please, you don’t owe me anything. I did this off my own back and I hate to be that person but it didn’t even dent the figure in my bank okay? I wanted to do this! So just say thank you and let’s get going.” You sigh as he opens the door and signals for you to leave. “Okay! Okay. I’m very, very grateful and you’re the best friend ever but don’t go thinking I’ve dropped this okay?” You warn, pointing your finger at him as he follows behind you with a small laugh.

The whole day was magical. You teared up at the ceremony. You always have and always would. There was just something about love, that made you emotional. Niall passed you a tissue and Harry gave you a reassuring cuddle as you watched Liam and Maya tie the knot. You were sat on a table with all the boys and their partners at dinner and laughed along with them at Zayn’s best man speech. A few stories were spilt about all the boys and you could not help but gently slap Harry as you found out secret antics that he had partaken in when he was in his early twenties in the band. But as the night grew on, you became more and more tired.

“Harry, I think I’m going to head back to the room.” You muttered with a small yawn as you looked at your watch to see it was growing closer to one in the morning and Liam was about to lift Louis up in the air, attempting to recreate the iconic scene from Dirty Dancing. “One more drink and then I’ll come back with you.” Harry promised as his attention went from Lilo to you and then back to Lilo, yet now they were on the floor in a heap at the failed attempt. You giggle and give in, taking another sip of your drink as Harry gets up to have one more dance with the boys.

“So you and Harry, hey? He finally plucked up the courage then?” Maya says as she perches next to you, you look up as a loud roar comes from the dancefloor and recognise the all too familiar opening chord of What Makes You Beautiful. The boys begin getting over excited and shouting the lyrics at the top of their lungs. “Huh? Nothing’s going on between me and Harry.” You laugh as Maya reddens. “But what do you mean ‘finally plucked up the courage’?” Maya dismissed her comment saying it must have been ‘the alcohol talking’. You nod as she gets up to join Liam and dance with him to the overly played One Direction tune. Harry waltzed over to you before your head could begin to work at what Maya had said.

“Let’s get going love.” He said as he reached out for your hand, after reaching to pick up your heels that had been discarded onto the floor hours ago. “We’re off to bed lads. Night.” Harry yells waving, as the boys collectively wolf whistle and Niall yells, ‘Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.’ You roll your eyes at their childish behaviour before hobbling out of the hall, wincing at the pain. “Your feet hurting you love?” Harry asks stopping as you continue to seethe in pain. “Yeah a bit, don’t worry about it. It’s not far to the room.” Harry simply shook his head and reached down to scoop you up in his arms before you could even argue with him.

“Put me down.” You say as he carries you, but you don’t have enough energy to fight him as he tells you to shush, claiming you were ‘light as a feather’. You quickly passed out in his arms and only awoke slightly when you felt yourself fall onto the bed. You kept your eyes shut as you heard Harry moving around in the room, you heard the metal of his belt, understanding that he was stripping down to get into bed.

When he stopped you felt him tapping your arm lightly. “Y/n, lovie, turn over so I can undo your dress if that’s okay?” You did as he said and felt his delicate fingertips glide over your skin as he undone the zip of your dress, he pulled the small straps off your arms before pulling the dress off of you to reveal your underwear before he placed the cover over your exposed skin and slipped into bed beside you as you moved, your back now facing him.

This was normal for the two of you. You had shared a bed together dozens of times, only in your underwear, but tonight, it felt different. He waited for a while, waiting for your breathing to change to signal that you were asleep before wrapping his arms around you. He traced your skin lightly before beginning to speak, “You looked so beautiful today.” He whispered. “I wanted to tell people you were mine today. That I was the one who you loved. The one who knew all your secrets. The person who you returned to at the end of every single day. That I was the luckiest man alive to be able to call you mine. But I’m too scared to do it. To even tell you what I want. Because, what if it changes everything. What if I don’t even get to have a part of you. What if I don’t get to be the man you come to moan about other men to. What if I don’t get to be the man you trust with everything, even the secrets that your previous partners don’t. What if it fucks up everything? I can’t do that to us. I can’t do that to you.” He sighs, placing a kiss to the back of your neck before resting his head on you.

“You’re so selfish, do you know that?” You whisper back to him, not moving. “You’re awake? Fuck.”  You turn to look at him in the darkness of the room, still able to make out the features of his face.

“Yes I’m still awake. And I’m pissed that you’ve been making all these decisions for me to be honest Styles.” You say with a small laugh and he can’t help but laugh too. “I-…” He is lost for words and his mind is racing, as is yours but you know this is what you want. What you’ve always wanted.

So you don’t have to think twice before leaning down and placing your lips on his. He welcomes the feeling immediately, wrapping his arms around you to pull you even closer. You pull away to look at him as he breathes slowly, both of you registering what just happened.

“Kiss me again.” Harry states and you did just that, smiling as you kiss him again and he pulls you on top of him. When you pull away again this time, it’s you that speaks up. “Still just good friend’s?” Harry looked at you, expressionless.

“Are you fucking kidding?” He asked as he looked at you, a smile on your face that he could not help but mirror. “You bitch.” He said beginning to tickle you, as you laughed. “Don’t threaten me with the friend zone ever again, we are way past that now.’ He said, continuing to tickle you. “Okay, okay. Now stop.” You beg as you try your best to wiggle out of his grip.

“I’m in love you.” He says, placing a kiss to your head.

“I’m in love you too.”

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

15 DAYS OF SONGFICS FOR HALLOWEEN (OCT 15TH - OCT 31ST)

My halloween challenge is nearly over but before it is I’ve decided to give you all a chance to trick or treat! My masterlist is linked above with all the info on each fic but if you’re feeling brave you can pick them at random from here

Tricks

Just a Dream

Better Man

The Way I Loved You [Forget Me]

Trading One Heartbreak For Another

I Wish You’d Stay

My Boy

The Girl of My Best Friend

Trying To Get To You

Treats 

Lighters In The Air

He’ll Have To Go

Priscilla

Watermelon Sugar

Get Even

Why You Gotta Be Like That?

Title

Why Wait?

Anything Like Me

[harrysgoldenbum]

prompt 13 with harry pressing on your stomach while he’s inside of you and he finds out he likes it? :)

13)"I-I just, I wasn’t expecting that. But I liked it. A lot.”

They were trying something new, something they talked about but never thought they would do. Harry had this fantasy about Y/N riding him reverse cowgirl.

So there they were in bed, with Y/N facing him and straddling his dick. “Are you sure you feel comfortable doing this?”

Y/N swollen lips lift into a smile. “Yeah, baby. You know me. I wouldn’t do anything if I didn’t really want to.”

With a soft sigh escaping Harry’s lips, he leans forward and kisses Y/N softly.

“Ready?” she asks.

He squeezes her hips and helps her turn around.

Y/N settles down facing Harry’s feet. She takes ahold of his cock and pumps him a few times.

With a groan, Harry moves his hands away from her hips and dips into her pussy.

“Fuck, your soaked, doll.”

Looking over her shoulder, “You aren’t the only one who’s thought of doing this, baby.”

Chuckling lightly, Harry moves his hand and starts to trace her body lightly with his fingertips. He looks at her ass, flush against his pelvis. With a groan, he tells Y/N that she needs to move along otherwise he might not last.

Sending him a cheeky grin over her shoulder, Y/N drops her hand lower and fondles with his balls.

“Y/N…”

“Okay… okay.”

Y/N rises just enough to allow Harry’s tip to enter her. She eases down slowly. Looking down at where they’re connected, Y/N feels light-headed, overwhelmed by the sensation of sitting on top of Harry. She feels full, so incredibly full.

When Harry is completely in, Y/N rocks forward slowly, a whimper escapes from her.

Harry’s hands tighten on her hips, and it takes everything in him not to start fucking her. “Fuck, love.” His head is thrown back and his neck is stretched out.

Y/N looks up and ends up looking at herself in their closet mirror.

“Oooooh…” she moans.

She’s flush. Her hair is wild, and she can clearly see where Harry and she are connected. Y/N watches herself as she starts to rise and fall on Harry’s cock.

She finds a rhythm.

Y/N can’t stop watching herself. She sees her wetness clinging to Harry’s dick, she sees her pussy stretching every time he enters her again, she sees (and feels) her tits bouncing just slightly when the movement.

Another moan escapes from her. She watches herself move Harry’s hands from her waist and up until she touches her chest. “Oh god, Harry, touch me please.”

And he does. Y/N watches his fingers pluck her nipples, she watches him rub her nipples, she watches him knead her tits.

Her head drops back in pleasure. “I can feel you in my throat…” she moans toward the ceiling. Y/N braces her hands onto Harry’s chest and continues to ride him. Her hair tickling Harry’s abdomen.

“Fuck, y-you what?” Harry groans. He drops his hands. One goes back to Y/N’s hip and the other goes to play with her clit.

“So, so, so big. Can feel you everywhere.” Y/N whimpers.

“Fuck, baby. So warm and tight. Always tight for me. Your pussy was made for me.”

Y/N cries out, riding Harry just a bit faster. She feels the pull in her lower belly and at the small of her back.

Straightening out, “I’m gonna cum, Harry. I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too, doll. Me… too.” He grunts, picking up speed. He’s been on edge since the beginning. And now, he wants to make sure that Y/N cums before he lets go.

Y/N watches Harry’s hip meet hers over and over again. Without thinking, she takes his hand that’s at her hip and moves it to the base of her belly.

Harry’s rhythm stutters.

“That me?” he breaths as he starts to move back to the pace he had set.

“Uhh,” is all that comes out of Y/N.

Pressing down harder, “Fuck me, that’s me in there… You like that don’t you. You like how deep I can go into you.”

“Y-yess, yes, yes!”

Harry feels his dick moving in her, he can feel how deep he is, and that… that’s what sends him over the edge.

When Harry’s first blast of cum coats Y/N’s walls, immediately, her pussy clamps in pleasure, and she cums.

Her pussy milks Harry’s cock, trying to take every drop possible.

Coming down from his high, Harry gently lifts Y/N off of him and brings her to his side. Laying her on her back, Harry turns to his side and rests his weight on his arm. His other hand moves down. Back to the spot where he felt his cock through her skin.

"I-I just, I wasn’t expecting that. But I liked it. A lot.”

With a giggle, Y/N moves her hand and rests it over his. “I like it too.”

With a shy smile, Harry leans down and kisses her. “Just so you know, now whenever I’m in you, I’m going keep my hand right here.”

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My Works

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A/N: I just want to let every one know that I see your asks and requests. And I pinky promise that I will get to them. I’ve got a few in the works atm.

[kissme-hs]

Send me smut requests ;) here.

[slothgiirl]

Y/N and Harry Styles soulmate au

“I don't know why you're dragging your feet so much,” Lydia mutters, “you like the band.” She's still fixing her hair and makeup, appraising her reflection in the mirror as you pour out a couple of clean shot glasses full of vodka. You're all out of juice so you'll have to bear the sting as it goes down. “And you're not even paying.”

The concert tickets had been a gift to Lydia from her ex boyfriend Graham. They had broken up a week ago when his soulmate mark had started itching, blurry name solidifying into a name as he spent more and more time with his soulmate, and now she was forcing you to come with. 

You sigh, twirling a strand of hair in your fingers, before shrugging. “I'm not into concerts much I guess.”

In all honestly you hadn't even put up much of a fight other than initially saying you weren't that interested. But she was your friend and that triumphed all. 

While people commonly and tentatively dated while waiting for that itch, for that casual bumping into the one, it still sucked to get dumped. To be left waiting for your person amongst billions.

“Who isn't into concerts,” she replies in disbelief, shaking her head, kinky hair slicked back into two cute and tiny buns. “And you like the band!”

You shrug again, helplessly. “They're just not my thing,” you tell her as she knocks back two shots. It was all about the pregame.

It's not even that you’d rather stay in and watch tv or youtube or sleep or anything. It just really wasn't your thing. You'd been to a few shows in your fresher year at uni, and it hadn't been as great as you'd imagined.

She rolls her perpetually narrowed eyes, giving her the infamous resting bitch face. It was her superpower you'd both joked, keeping people away from her on the bus. “Well I promise you'll have lots of fun! How could you not with me?”

At that, you can't help but laugh, smiling over at her, “I'll hold you to that.”

“Okay then let's go.”

*

The loud heavy bass and vodka do their job, sinking down into your brain, hammering all else away as you dance along to the music with one of your closest friends right there besides you. Lydia for her part, looks a lot better. She hadn't truly looked happy since she'd learned that her ex had found his soulmate.

Now she was dancing, shimmery highlighter visible even in the dim lighting.

Looking out our as she finishes off her pina colada like it'll single handedly transport her back to the beaches of spain.

“I'll get you another,” you whisper loudly in her ear, trying to make yourself understood over the noise. It's the least you could do and she deserves it.

“Hurry back,” is her reply, barely audible over the music being played. They were just as good as you thought they would be, given the music they made. The vibe was completely different then listening via your headphones.

It was cool. Not that you'd be admitting that anytime so, you thought as you approached the bar, tucked into an alcove. The bartender looking cooler than the girl from Scott Pilgrim. The effortless and disinterested cool that you'd strived for and failed to ever achieve during your teen angst.

You still wouldn't go out of your way to see a band live.

“Pina colada and a beer,” you ask the bartender, already forking over an arm and a leg for both drinks. You both should slow down. But Lydia deserved to get it all out, so that left you to play the role of responsible adult. Which was laughable. Your laundry only ever got done because you ran out of clean underwear.

“Is it cool to see free shows all the time,” you ask the bartender while she finishes making the drinks.

She shrugs non committedly, “it’s less cool after a while. Tips are pretty good though.”’

You take both drinks, making your way back over, accidentally bumping into someone despite your best efforts to avoid it.  “Sorry,” you’re already saying before they can finish turning around.

The man’s tall, attractive, and vaguely familiar, but it’s too dark to see his features clearly. Smiling kindly as he responds, “ ‘s alright.”

You smile back in acknowledgement before making your way over to your friend. “Holy shit was that Harry Styles,” she yells to you over the music.

Shrugging, you tell her, “a thank you would be nice.”

She rolls her eyes, before continuing, “my little brother’s going to freak! He loves Harry styles. Think I can get a picture after?”

“Maybe,” you tell her, “though I doubt he wants to be approached when he’s just hanging out. I mean,” you trail off. Celebrity or not, being approached by strangers must be tiring.

“If it happens it happens,” she waves off, swaying to the music with her eyes closed, drink in hand.

You shake your head fondly, laughing. Scratching absentmindedly at your wrist in your drunken haze. 

*

It does happen.

Lydia’s smiling, wiping the sweat from her brow as you make your way outside after the music’s over and the band’s played their last note. You’re tired and already feeling how tired you’ll be in the morning during work.

She spots him, first, smoking a blunt with his friends on the curb, streets emptying out as everyone heads home after the concert. With the street lights you can better make out his world recognized features, large kind eyes and plush lips pulled into an easy smile with a strong jaw. He really was that attractive.

Shamelessly Lydia heads over, “hey can I get a pic to gloat to my brother,” she says, alcohol clearly running through her veins.

You snort, bringing you hand up to cover your mouth as you follow her over.

“Sure,” he says easily, passing the blunt over to one of his friends who rolls his eyes. They must all be used to it by now. “What’s you name love?”

“Lydia.” She says before she turns on you, “take the photo.” More a command then a question.

“Selfies are a thing,” Harry adds, looking over at you casually. You smile at him, suppressing the giggles at how ridiculous this whole situation was. Despite living in London for uni, you’d never actually seen any famous people.

It probably had to do with all the time spent in class.

“I don’t do selfies,” Lydia explains self importantly.

He snorts, laughing loudly.

“She’s always like this,” you tell him, swiping your phone into camera mode as she goes to stand right by him. He throws an arm around her and they smile as you take a couple of pictures. “Got it.”

“And your name,” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

You tell him, though you doubt he’ll remember by tomorrow. Harry Styles probably meets many people, too many to remember.

“Want a picture too,” he says half teasing half seriously, a thread of politeness running through the whole interaction.

“What for,” you utter bluntly, flushing beet red as you realize what you just said.

He laughs though, smiling brightly at you. It’s a nice smile. And it’s focused at you. “Ouch, you just went right for my fragile ego.”

Your cheeks are burning for sure now. It’s only good luck that it’s dark and he probably can’t tell. You still won’t say sorry though. It was a whole project you’d come up with for school and you refused to have to write down the time you said sorry to Harry Styles in your report. “Your words not mine,” you respond evenly.

“Well it was nice to meet you both,” he states warmly. “Take care.”

“Thanks,” you say, waving goodbye before you turn and walk off with Lydia who’s giggling madly the way only drunk people can.

“Wow I can’t take you anywhere,” she tells you, her hand tucked into your arm, leaning against you as you head to the nearest tube station.

“Shut up.”

“And you didn’t want to come,” she sing songs. “Would’ve missed meeting out on every preteens crush!”

You shake your head, laughing, “every?”

“You know what I meant!”

“It’s also not 2013 anymore,” you add. “Do preteens even know who one direction is anymore?”

“My brother does,” she retorts, smirking wickedly, “and he’s going to be so jealous.”

“Bet.”

[mrsmiresa]

CH12 // Black Holes, My Life, and Other Things That Suck

Anyway, I’ve come to the conclusion that this whole turn of events probably means that Harry sees me as more of a person to keep around for a good time than a person he might actually want to kiss. Maybe in his mind I’m just the girl he can call when he’s bored. Libby Bentley: she’s down to kidnap you from your friends, break into restricted pools, and show you dusty old grand pianos. But don’t try to fool around with her in the elevator on an otherwise useless Saturday night because she’s apparently not down for that. Whatever. I didn’t want to be that person to him, but maybe I was.

He’s a mega pop star with a broken heart. She’s just the smart-mouthed girl who works the front desk of the hotel he stays in. And this is a story about the things people will do for the ones they love.

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[notsosmexy]

Happier || Harry Styles x reader

Word count:500

Warnings: Lots of angst bitches

A/N: I was feeling really sad when i first starting writng this... so ya. Enjoy this angsty ass blurb!

Based On: Happier by Ed Sheeran

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Harry walked down the street. It was a warm, yet cloudy day. His head hung low and his feet almost slidded across the pavement. He got to the bus stop. It smelt like garbage and cigarettes. He almost gagged at the scent. He, of course, was used to the smell of cigarettes, but it was the mixture of both that had got him. It almost smelt like throw up and he wouldn't be surprised if there was. 

He decided to just stand, not wanting to sit on the gum covered bench. He shook his head and looked over at the other side of the road. To his surprise, you were there. You seemed to be hanging out with some of your friends, and a guy he had never met, who he assumed was your new boyfriend. You both had huge smiles on and he knew you were happier. The way you laughed and smiled and glanced over at the new fella.

It had only been a month and Harry still wasn't shocked that you dumped him. He hurt you, like no one Could ever hurt you. You had cried so hard, your eyes went dry and then, you left. As much as it pained him, he knew it was for the best. He didn't mean to hurt you, of course. It was a stupid mistake, but that wouldn't fix a thing. 

He still loved you. You looked happier, and all he could do was smile. Smile, knowing you were alright. Harry tried not to take it personally, knowing he had never made you smile that much. 

  Every day, he would look around his apartment and all he could see was pictures of you and him. He was so lost without you and he knew that was unhealthy. He needed to get over you.

He wished he could go over and tell you that if the guy ever hurt you, he'd be here. As much as it pained him, he knew that wouldn't happen. You both looked so happy and it made him jealous. He wanted to walk over and tell you how much he still loves you. But he knew he couldn't.

The bus rolled up to the bus stop and opened its glass door. Harry sighed and hung his head. He walked onto the bus and put the money in the coin slot. He sat on the uncomfortable seat and looked out the window. He could still see you and it pained him. The bus started to drive away and he sighed once more. He closed his eyes for a second. As soon as he opened them again, he saw you looking at him.

You looked shocked and sad and angry at the same time. Harry thought you looked like you were about to cry, before he could have one last look at you, the bus turned a corner and that was it. That was the last time either of you saw each other.

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I Went To London Without You

by 1Dlzlnh

Louis is a librarian living in London originally from California and Harry is a world-famous singer. Louis has always wanted to live in London. He always imagined being here with his college boyfriend but that was a silly college dream. What happens when they meet again 5 years after everything went wrong?

Words: 695, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, Gemma Styles, Anne Cox, Clifford Tomlinson

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne

Additional Tags: Getting Back Together, American Louis Tomlinson, American Harry Styles, London, Sad Louis Tomlinson, Anxious Louis Tomlinson, I'm Bad At Tagging, Past Character Death, Famous Harry, Exes to Lovers, Pining, Niall Horan is a Little Shit, zayn is a good friend, zayn cares, Protective Zayn Malik, probably no smut, i suck at writng it okay, Tour life

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14. “I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.” 

Harry loves his daughter he does, but it’s been a while since he had a great shag with his wife. A shag where he does have to worry about his baby waking up in the middle of it. A shag that will leave Y/N shaking with pleasure and Harry shooting his seed into his wife’s womb. A very much needed shag. 

So when Anne calls him on Friday saying that she wants her grandbaby to come over and spend the night, Harry doesn’t hesitate on taking the offer. Because all he can imagine is his beautiful wife naked under him moaning as loud as he can make her, without having to worry about waking up their baby from the noise his wife makes. 

So when Friday came around, Harry took on the job of dropping off his and Y/N’s daughter at his mum’s house. But before he left, he told Y/N that she better be naked and waiting for him by the time he gets back. 

Now, Y/N didn’t feel comfortable walking around her house naked, so she pulled on one of Harry’s silk button-ups and waited around in their bedroom for Harry to come back, but she was feeling jittery. 

About twenty minutes later, Y/N hears the garage open and close, and she hears Harry walk into the house. She waits another five minutes before she starts to walk out toward the kitchen. 

Y/N finds her husband’s bubble butt sticking out as he leans into the refrigerator. “I thought I told you to wait for me naked.”

“Well, I thought you were going to come and find me first… but it looks like I was wrong.” Y/N extends her arm out and closes the fridge door slowly, causing Harry to stand straight. “Why don’t we order take out later hmm?”

Harry’s jaw drops. He takes in the sight of his Y/N is his shirt, her legs looking like they go on forever. Her lips are stretched out in a coy smile. 

Harry feels his dick twitch in his trousers.

He pulls her toward him and crashes his lips onto hers. Y/N wraps her arms around his neck and kissed back with just as much passion.  

Y/N pulls away from their kiss, turns on her heel, and starts walking toward their bedroom. With a short glance thrown over her shoulder, Harry gets the hint to follow her. 

Walking quickly, Harry undoes his shirt buttons and unbuckles his belt by the time he reaches the room. 

Y/N is biting her lip and is seated on their bed. With a smirk, Harry gently shoves her back and lets her fall onto the bed. She lifts her head just in time to see Harry kneel between her legs. 

“Yo-you don’t have to. I’m ready for you Harry.”

Harry doesn’t respond, he lifts his shirt off her legs and is pleased to see her without panties. Placing a gentle kiss on her knees as he places her legs on his shoulder, Harry takes a deep breath to take in her scent. He starts to pepper kisses on her inner thighs. 

Harry knows Y/N is getting excited because her breathing starts to quicken, and well, he can see her getting wet. 

He looks up at her as he flattens his tongue on her honeypot. 

Y/N lets out a soft whimper and whispers Harry’s name. 

Harry licks along her folds and brushes her clit teasingly. 

Y/N’s hands move in all directions, looking for something to hold her down to earth. Finally, she grabs onto Harry’s curly locks and pulls him closer to her center. 

Swirling his tongue around her bundle of nerves. “Oh, my God,” Y/N whines quietly. 

Harry lifts his head up “I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.” He flicks his tongue once again over her nerves, “I want to hear you, Y/N. Understand?”

Nodding her head, Y/N pulls his head back down. 

Moving his hands into her shirt, Harry cups her breasts. He wraps his lips around her clit and starts to suck hard. 

“Fuck! Harry!” Y/N shouts. 

His lips tug into a smile, as let’s go of her love button. He laps he folds, only to stuck on her clit until she cums. 

“Oh god, Harry! Please, please, please!” 

She explodes against his mouth and starts to ride his face. He lets her ride out her orgasm before Harry starts to undress both of them completely. 

“Ready for me, love?” he asks against her lips. 

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