#harryimagines

[unabashegirl]

my best friend's dad | part 1

Y/N and Scarlett Styles are best friends in college. They share everything even their plans for Spring Break. They have a trip to Bahamas planned. Everything takes a turn when Scarlett is unable to fly, and Y/N is forced to coexist and interact with Scarlett's dad.

Author's note: hello everyone, i hope you are all having a lovely night. As promised, here is a two-part one shot. I tried to make it one part, but as I wrote I realized I needed to give more context and build up the tension between Harry and Y/N.

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word count: 6.9K

warnings: talk about smut

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From the very first day, Y/N had doubts about the career she had chosen to study in college. To be truthful, she had picked journalism because she admired how polished the reporters looked on the news. Her uncertainty vanished the moment she met Scarlett Styles at the end of her freshman year. Meeting Scarlett made it all worthwhile. They met in one of those classes that was just a filler for the syllabus, where no one ever attended and the professor didn’t seem to care, giving everyone the same grade.

Since freshman year, they had been inseparable. Y/N admired Scarlett in many ways. She loved how Scarlett stood up for what she believed was right, fighting with grace and facts. Scarlett influenced Y/N and helped her gain the confidence she lacked. She was much different from her freshman self.

"Alright, what do you think?" Y/N asked as she finished tying the side strings of her bikini bottoms. "Be honest." Y/N had Facetimed Scarlett for the approval of her outfits for their upcoming trip.

"Love it. That's definitely your color. How many are you taking?" Scarlett was in England, having flown back home to see her grandma and meet her youngest cousin before flying to the Caribbean to meet Y/N.

"Ten?" Y/N asked as she wrapped her bathrobe around herself and slipped off the red bikini she had just tried on. "Is that too much?"

"I think that's too little," Scarlett giggled. "I think that's all we’re going to wear for those two weeks."

"Crap," Y/N said, pursing her lips as she looked for more options. "The rest of my bikinis are too skimpy. I might have to buy more."

"Just take those," Scarlett rolled her eyes, looking at her best friend through her phone. "Stop spending money. Your mom is going to have a heart attack when she sees the credit card bill."

"I can't! They're too tiny! Your dad is going to be there," Y/N complained as she held up one of the smallest bikinis. "I want to make a good impression. He’s going to think I’m a whore."

"Please! My dad is probably going to be locked up in the house, designing and drawing. We’re barely going to see him."

"Fine, but you have to stick up for me when he kicks me out of the rental for nudity," Y/N said, laughing along with Scarlett, who knew her father was likely too busy to pay attention to their outfits, even on vacation.

Y/N continued her packing, occasionally glancing at the screen to see Scarlett’s reactions. After sorting through a few more outfits, she plopped down on her bed with a sigh.

"I'm so excited," Y/N said, smiling at Scarlett. "A much-needed break."

"From all the partying," Scarlett laughed. "I'm actually looking forward to some quiet time away from all the nonsense."

"Have you talked to him? Has he texted you?" Y/N asked, referring to Scarlett's boyfriend, Henry. They had a fallout two days before the break when Scarlett told him he couldn’t go to the Bahamas with them.

"He's still giving me the cold shoulder," Scarlett shrugged, trying to act like she wasn't hurt, but Y/N could read her too easily. She could tell Scarlett was hurt and disappointed. "I’m just not ready for him to meet my dad. Why is it so hard for him to understand? He means everything to me. I don't bring every guy I date to meet my dad. It's disrespectful."

Henry and Scarlett had started going out four months ago after meeting at a dorm party.

"His reaction is very childish if you ask me," Y/N said. She could tell that they weren't going to last. Scarlett hated being restrained or forced to do something she didn’t agree with. "He’s your dad. You choose when is the right time to meet him."

"I feel like he's just using the excuse of meeting my dad to tag along on the trip," Scarlett revealed. "Why would he want to meet him when we’ve only just met?" Y/N nodded; she had thought about it too but had refrained from saying it.

"Time will only tell, Scar." Her best friend only nodded. After they hung up, Y/N felt a mixture of excitement and nerves. She finished packing and went straight to bed.

The day of the trip finally arrived. Y/N was getting some much-needed coffee and a snack when she was interrupted by a call from Scarlett.

"I'll never understand why people can be so slow through the TSA—"

"Y/N, please don’t kill me," she interrupted, her voice filled with urgency. Scarlett had a knot in her throat.

"What? What happened?"

"They aren't letting me board the plane. My passport expires in less than six months." She was embarrassed; nothing like this had ever happened to her. Scarlett usually checked everything multiple times. However, the one time she hadn’t was last night. "I've talked with my dad, and he's calling some people, but I'm going to miss my flight and probably the first week of the trip until I can renew it."

Y/N couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It felt as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice-cold water on her. She was disappointed and felt like crying.

"Y/N? Are you still there?"

"Y-yeah," she cleared her throat, noticing that the barista was calling out to her. It was her turn to order. Y/N stepped aside and allowed the next person to go before her. She was no longer thirsty or hungry. "So, I’m just going to find someone to get my luggage back and go home."

"What? You aren’t going to get on the plane? Why not?"

"What am I going to do without you?"

"Relax, read a book, listen to music, get a tan and a massage, and wait until next week for me to get there. Don’t be silly," Scarlett stated the obvious. She was just calling to let Y/N know the reason for her absence, but that didn’t mean the entire trip was canceled. She was just going to be late.

"I don’t know, Scar…"

"I am not taking no for an answer, Y/N. You spent way too much money on your seat on that plane. You opted out of eating quite a few times just to be able to afford it. My dad is already there, so you won’t be completely alone."

Y/N sighed, feeling torn between her disappointment and Scarlett's insistence. "Okay, you’re right," she finally conceded. “but please hurry up”

“I will. I’ll miss you,” Scarlett replied. “I promise I’ll get on the flight first out as soon as I get my passport sorted. In the meantime, just try to enjoy yourself. It’s the Caribbean, after all.”

Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath, trying to normalize her pulse after the panic attack that she had started having.

“I’ll try my best.”

“That's the spirit. Give my dad a hug for me and have a safe flight. Text me when you land”

“Love you. Bye”

After hanging up, Y/N forced herself to focus on the positive. The trip was a chance to unwind, and she needed to make the best out of it. She ordered her coffee, though her appetite hadn’t quite returned and headed towards her gate.

Y/N boarded the plane and found her seat and after stowing her carry- on, she settled into the window seat, gazing out at the bustling airport below.

Just as she was about to pull out her book, a tall, handsome man appeared beside her. "Looks like I'm your seatmate," he said with a friendly smile, gesturing to the seat next to her.

Y/N smiled back, noticing his warm hazel eyes and easygoing demeanor. "Great, nice to meet you," she replied.

"I'm Anthony," he introduced himself, extending a hand.

“Y/N," she said, shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you too."

As the plane took off, they struck up a conversation. Anthony was friendly and easy to talk to, and Y/N found herself enjoying his company. They talked about their reasons for going to the Bahamas, shared travel stories, and laughed about the little quirks of airplane travel.

"So, what's bringing you to the Bahamas?" Anthony asked after the plane reached cruising altitude.

"I'm meeting a best friend for spring break," Y/N explained. "She got held up with a passport issue, so I’m flying solo for now."

"That’s a bummer," Anthony said sympathetically, “I am also heading there for spring break with some friends. Maybe we’ll run into each other again. What are your plans for the trip?”

“A bit of everything, I guess. Relaxing, exploring and trying out some local food. You?”

“Pretty much the same. We’re staying at a resort, but I’m hoping to see more than just the touristy spots. I’ve heard the local culture is amazing.”

They continued chatting, sharing their interests and dreams. Anthony told her about his job in marketing, his love for surfing, and his plans to travel more. Y/N opened up about her studies, her passion for writing, and her excitement for the upcoming trip.

As the plane began its descent, Anthony turned to her with a smile. “Let me give you my number. In case you ever want to join us”.

"Sure," Y/N said, smiling back. She handed him her phone, and he quickly entered his contact information.

“Feel free to text me if you want to hang out” Anthony said, hanging her phone back. “And if you ever want to try surging. I am your guy”

"I might take you up on that," Y/N said, slipping her phone into her bag.

Once the plane landed, they gathered their belongings and headed towards baggage claim together. "It was really nice meeting you," Y/N said as they reached the terminal.

"You too, Y/N. Have a great time, and hopefully, I’ll see you around."

"Definitely," Y/N replied, giving him a wave as they went their separate ways.

Scarlett had arranged for a driver to pick them up, so after she collected her luggage, she met with him by the exit doors of the airport.

As Y/N exited the bustling airport, she was greeted by a warm, tropical breeze and the vibrant colors of the Bahamas. Her driver, a cheerful man named Marcus, welcomed her with a friendly smile and helped load her luggage into a sleek black SUV. Once she was settled in the backseat, they set off toward the villa where she would be staying with Scarlett’s dad.

The drive began with a stretch through Nassau’s lively streets, brimming with a mix of local culture and tourist attractions. Y/N watched as vendors sold fresh fruits and handmade crafts from colorful stalls, and locals mingled with visitors in an atmosphere buzzing with energy. The smell of jerk chicken and conch fritters wafted through the air, making her stomach rumble in anticipation.

As they left the city behind, the scenery shifted to a more serene landscape. Palm trees lined the roads, their fronds swaying gently in the breeze. The vibrant turquoise waters of the Caribbean Sea came into view, sparkling under the bright midday sun. Y/N marveled at the clarity of the water, so inviting that she could hardly wait to dive in.

They passed through quaint villages with charming pastel-colored houses, each with its own unique character. Children played in the yards, and neighbors chatted over fences, giving the area a warm, community feel. Y/N felt a sense of calm wash over her as they continued along the coastal road.

Y/N nodded, taking mental notes of places to explore once Scarlett arrived. The drive continued, and the road wound through lush tropical forests, alive with the sounds of chirping birds and rustling leaves. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air, adding to the sensory delight.

As they neared the villa, the landscape became even more picturesque. The road led them up a gentle hill, providing breathtaking views of the ocean and the surrounding islands. The sun was beginning to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over everything.

Finally, they arrived at the villa. It was a stunning, two-story retreat perched on a cliff overlooking the sea. The architecture blended modern elegance with tropical charm, featuring large windows, spacious balconies, and a thatched roof. The garden was a paradise of vibrant flowers, exotic plants, and a sparkling infinity pool that seemed to merge with the ocean beyond.

Marcus helped Y/N with her bags and guided her inside. The interior of the villa was just as impressive as the exterior. The open-plan living area was filled with natural light, and decorated in soothing, coastal hues of blue and white. Comfortable, stylish furniture invited relaxation, and the large glass doors opened onto a terrace with panoramic ocean views.

That’s when she heard a heavy British accent say, “she is here. I’ll call you later. Let me know what they say. I love you”

Harry, Scarlett’s dad appeared from upstairs. “You must be Y/N” he said, walking over to her. “I am Harry. Welcome to our little paradise”. To say that Y/N’ was beyond surprised was an understatement. Slightly sunburned from a day in the Caribbean sun, his skin had taken on a warm, reddish hue that only accentuated his natural good looks. He was shirtless, revealing a toned, athletic build, with tattoos peeking from various places on his chest and arms. His swim trunks hung low on his hips, showcasing a casual, relaxed style. Harry’s tousled hair, still damp from a recent swim, fell in soft curls around his face, and he wore a pair of sunglasses that added a touch of mystery to his striking appearance. His easy smile and confident demeanor made him all the more attractive, embodying the perfect blend of laid-back island vibes

She had expected someone older and more conventional, not the youthful, charismatic man before her. He looked far too young to have a college-aged daughter.

“Hi,” Y/N replied, feeling a bit fluster. “Thank you for having me, Mr. Styles. It’s so beautiful here.”

“Call me Harry” He laughed softly, a sound as charming as his smile. “I hope you’ll feel at home”.

As he spoke, Y/N couldn’t help but notice the easy confidence with which he carried himself was undeniably attractive.

She suddenly felt self-conscious, acutely aware of her travel-worn clothes and the fact that she probably smelled like the airplane. She smoothed her hair, hoping she didn't look as tired as she felt.

Harry seemed to sense her unease. "Long flight?" he asked kindly.

"Yeah, a bit," Y/N admitted, feeling a little dirty and disheveled beside him.

"Well, I can imagine you might want to freshen up. Your room has a great view and a nice big bathroom. Why don't you get settled in, and we'll have some lunch out here later?"

"That sounds perfect," Y/N said, grateful for his understanding.

Harry gave her a reassuring nod. "If you need anything, just let me know. Scarlett speaks very highly of you."

"Thank you," Y/N said, touched by his kindness. "I really appreciate it."

As she turned to head to her room, she caught herself glancing back at Harry, who had returned to lounging by the pool. His relaxed posture and the way he effortlessly fit into the tropical surroundings only added to his allure. Y/N shook her head, trying to focus. She was here to enjoy a vacation with her best friend, not get distracted by her best friend's dad, no matter how attractive and intriguing he was.

Once in her room, Y/N took a deep breath and started unpacking. The luxurious surroundings helped her relax, and as she stepped into the shower, she let the cold water wash away the travel grime and her lingering nerves. She knew this trip was going to be full of surprises, and meeting Harry was just the first of many.

After a refreshing shower, Y/N felt revitalized and ready to embrace the beauty of the Bahamas. She rummaged through her suitcase, deciding on an outfit for the evening. With a bit of confidence restored, she picked out a vibrant bikini that Scarlett had convinced her to buy. It was a flattering shade of coral that accentuated her curves and complemented her complexion. The bikini top offered just the right amount of support, enhancing her figure without being too revealing.

She took her time getting ready, applying a light layer of sunscreen and letting her hair dry naturally into soft waves. Y/N gave herself one last approving look in the mirror, feeling much better than she had after the flight. She slipped into a flowy cover-up and grabbed her favorite book before heading downstairs.

As she walked through the villa, she could hear the faint sound of music and the gentle hum of conversation from the terrace. Stepping outside, she saw Harry lounging by the pool, sipping a drink and reading something on his tablet. He looked up as she approached, his eyes widening slightly as he took in her appearance.

“Better?”

Y/N nodded, feeling a rush of warmth feeling embarrassed by her appearance earlier.

“I though I’d take your advice and relax by the pool for a bit.” As she placed her book on the sunbed, just so she could let her cover-up slip off, revealing her bikini. Harry’s appreciative gaze didn’t go unnoticed and she felt a surge of confidence.

“Good” he replied, gesturing to the sunbed next to his. “I hope you applied some sunscreen. The sun here is ruthless”

“I did” She smiled and settled onto the sunbed, feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin. She opened her book, trying to focus on the words, but she couldn't help but steal glances at Harry. He was even more attractive up close, with his sun-kissed skin and the tattoos that peeked out from his swim trunks. The way he effortlessly exuded confidence and charm was captivating.

"Good book?" Harry asked, breaking her reverie.

"Yeah, it is," Y/N said, trying to sound casual. "I’ve been meaning to finish it for a while.”

"What's it about?" he asked, genuinely interested.

"It’s a mystery novel," she explained, holding up the cover for him to see. "Keeps me on my toes.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, the sound of the waves and the tropical breeze creating a soothing backdrop. Y/N felt a sense of contentment she hadn't expected. The rest of their first day was spent by the pool. Harry excused himself after dinner to work. On the other hand Y/N stayed outside to watch the sunset on her own.

“What are you working on?” Y/N asked the next day as she noticed Harry picking up his tablet and stylus.

“Designing a new building” Harry was the owner of an architectural firm. He spent most of his days, leaned over his design table, drawing.

“What kind of building is it?” Y/N said, genuinely impressed.

"It’s a mixed-use development," Harry replied, turning the tablet so she could see the screen. "It’s going to have retail spaces on the lower levels and residential units above. The idea is to create a community where people can live, work, and play all in one place."

Y/N leaned in closer, sliding her sunglasses down, admiring the detailed sketches and blueprints. “What’s your vision for it?”

Harry’s eyes lit up as he began to explain. “The design focuses on sustainability and integrating green spaces. There will be rooftop gardens, lots of natural light, and energy-efficient systems. I’m trying to create something that not only looks good but also feels good to live in.”

Y/N could hear the passion in his voice as he spoke, and she was fascinated by his creativity. “It sounds truly special”

“I hope it is” Harry said, smiling appreciatively.

Y/N watched as Harry continued to draw, the lines and shapes forming into intricate designs under his skilled hand. "How did you get into architecture?"

“I’ve always loved drawing and building things," Harry said, leaning back and gazing at the horizon. “When I was a kid, I’d spend hours with sketchbooks. It just felt natural to pursue architecture. I studied it in college and worked my way up through different firms before starting my own. How about you? What are you majoring in?" Harry asked, his tone genuinely curious.

Y/N frowned slightly, feeling a twinge of disappointment that she didn't share the same passion for her career choice as he did. "Journalism," she replied with a hint of hesitation, her gaze momentarily drifting away. She took a deep breath, feeling a pang of uncertainty as she compared her own career path to Harry's evident passion for architecture.

"It's... it's something I chose because I thought it would be interesting," she admitted, her voice tinged with a mix of honesty and self-reflection. "But lately, I've been feeling like maybe it's not what I'm truly passionate about."

Harry listened attentively, his expression thoughtful. "I understand," he said gently. “It’s okay. You are still young and it takes time to find that passion. Have you though about what inspires you?”

Y/N nodded, grateful for his understanding. "I've always enjoyed writing and telling stories," she admitted. "But I haven't found that one thing that really lights a fire in me, like architecture does for you."

Harry smiled warmly. “Don’t beat yourself up for it. You still got a long way ahead of you and sometimes that passion reveals itself unexpectedly” he said.

Y/N felt a weight lift off her shoulders as she listened to Harry's encouraging words. She realized that she didn't have to have everything figured out right away. This trip, with its new experiences and conversations like this one, was already helping her see things from a different perspective.

After a while, Harry put down his tablet and stretched. "I think it’s time for a swim down at the beach. Care to join me?”

Y/N hesitated for a moment but then nodded. "Sure, why not?"

They made their way through a winding path bordered by lush foliage, leading to a secluded stretch of beach that seemed untouched by the usual tourist crowds. The soft sand greeted their feet as they approached the water's edge, the gentle lapping of the waves creating a soothing soundtrack. Harry glanced around with a smile.

“Breathtaking as always” he remarked, gesturing to the pristine beach.

Y/N nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of tranquility wash over her. The beach was indeed stunning, with its turquoise waters and powdery white sand stretching into the distance. It felt like a hidden paradise, far removed from the hustle and bustle of everyday life.

"I can see why Scarlett loves it here," Y/N said, taking in the beauty of the surroundings.

The next day dawned with a soft, rosy glow creeping over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold. Harry woke before the sun, as was his routine, slipping on his running gear quietly so as not to disturb the peacefulness of the villa. He tiptoed downstairs, the floor cool under his feet, and headed for the front door. As he passed through the living room, he glanced out onto the terrace.

There, on one of the sunbeds, Y/N lay curled up under a blanket, her silhouette softened by the early morning light. She had fallen asleep waiting for the sunrise, her peaceful expression making her look even more serene. Harry couldn't help but smile at the sight, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. He found it endearing

Resisting the urge to wake her, Harry quietly slipped outside and started his jog along the quiet streets. The rhythmic pounding of his footsteps helped clear his mind, but try as he might, thoughts of Y/N kept intruding. He couldn't shake the image of her in that attractive bikini, her laughter echoing in his mind from the day before. It wasn't just her physical beauty that captivated him; it was her warmth, her intelligence, and the easy way they connected.

Feeling a pang of guilt, Harry quickened his pace, pushing himself harder. He hadn't expected to be so affected by Y/N's presence, and he chastised himself for dwelling on thoughts that felt inappropriate given their relationship. He had spent the previous day enjoying her company, sharing stories, and learning about her dreams and ambitions. Yet, now he found himself unable to shake the attraction he felt towards her.

By the time he returned to the villa, the sun was fully risen, casting a bright light over the tropical landscape. Harry took a deep breath, trying to steady his thoughts as he cooled down. He decided to take a cold shower, hoping the shock of cold water would help clear his mind. As he stood under the refreshing spray, he couldn't help but feel ashamed of his inner turmoil. He didn't want to complicate things or make Y/N uncomfortable during their time together.

He just couldn’t get that damn bikini off his mind. The one she had wore the day before. The red color complemented her sun-kissed skin beautifully, accentuating her curves in all the right places. His hand creeped down and grabbed throbbing cock, trying get some release from the torture that he was experiencing. Her confidence and natural grace shone through, making her even more captivating. He admired the way she moved with a relaxed elegance, her laughter and smiles lighting up the surroundings. Every detail, from the way her hair fell in gentle waves to the sparkle in her eyes as she talked animatedly, only added to her allure.

He couldn’t help imagining her naked, under him, moaning, begging for him. Harry though about how deliciously tight and warm she could feel around him. He thought about how she would taste and his mouth water. He didn’t last long. As he allowed the water to wash him off, he couldn’t help feeling ashamed. Ashamed that he was acting like a schoolboy. He was forty-four years old and fantasizing about his daughter's best friend while she slept downstairs.

part 2

[harrysballerinahouse]

Take me.

LHH

smutty, friends to lovers beachy Jamaican goodness

T/w: lots of unprotected sex and not much else

Harry Styles. Arguably one of the most talked about pop stars you had ever worked with and you were ok with that.

You had worked with him more than any of your other clients in the last six months. Harry appreciated your work as a writer and producer and even appreciated the smaller things you did for him like teaching him to re-string his guitar and set up a studio so he wouldn’t get feedback through his mics.

It was these little things that Harry appreciated you for that made you appreciate him, not only as an artist but as a human being. His self titled album was the first major project you had worked on so it was a learning curve for the both of you, which also meant a lot of late nights in the studio together sometimes working through the night if inspiration struck at a late hour.

The first few months working with Harry and his team were a little intimidating and to be honest his status alone intimidated you, considering you were in your early twenties with just enthusiasm and an eye for something interesting. Harry himself had stumbled across some low key demos you had produced just a year prior to starting to work with him and wanted you to lead his first solo album. So you did.

After the first few late nights and opening up to one another you and Harry had gotten quite close some things still weren’t spoken about like relationships and whether or not you were both single, it always felt like you were both holding back from one another a little. You would text on and off and Harry was quite fond of the filters on Snapchat which lead to some late nights at your home working on songs for Harry while he spent his evenings seeing if the filters would work on your dog Mish, to his absolute joy, they did.

Eventually you couldn’t take it anymore turning to Harry in your chair one weekend that you were at the studio together “tell me Harold…” you say interlocking your fingers across your torso leaning back in your chair a little, “what gives?” You ask causing him to turn and glance at your stance before turning back to the computer.

“What do you mean softy?” He asks smirking at his nickname for you, he often called you this on the account that you were a bit of a sook when it came to your job even just the slightest bit of raw emotion in a song and you were rendered to tears. He knew this thanks to Sign of the Times. You glare at him after the use of your nickname shaking your head “we spend most of our time either in the studio or at my place working, I’m just about certain that if you had a girlfriend she wouldn’t be super keen on you spending every waking moment with me and not her, so what gives?”

He turns in his chair to face you “ok smarty pants, those are some pretty bold assumptions” he smirks before continuing “but your right, it’s just me and it’s honestly a little lonely, when I’m with you it’s comfortable we can go hours without saying anything to one another and I don’t feel awkward or lonely” you couldn’t help but smile at him “H, that’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard”.

He chuckles covering his face with his hands his long hair falling forwards, you lean over to push it out of his face and he peeks through his fingers, he slowly moves his hands taking yours in his “come to Jamaica with me” he says out of the blue you sit there looking at him, mouth agape “what?” You ask still processing what he asked.

“Come to Jamaica with me” he repeats a small smile sneaking into his lips “it’ll be amazing, we can work or we can go scuba diving we could do anything…please come with me” he begs.

You couldn’t even process the words coming out of his mouth, you were still stuck on being asked to go with him “why?” You ask softly. Harry let’s go of your hands and sits back in his chair a little “because, I like spending time with you and you pretty much work for me full time, let alone everyone else you write and produce for, you deserve a break”.

You watch Harry’s face for a moment trying to read the expression he was giving you “are you sure?” You question pulling your knees to your chest on your office chair. He nods “I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t” he comments. You suck your teeth for a second thinking before looking directly at Harry. “Ok…” you say softly “I’ll come with you” you nod. Harry’s face moves from being one of anxiety and a little frustration to pure joy. “Really?!” He exclaims sitting on the edge of his seat his hands gripping the arm rests. You nod laughing a little “Yes! I like the idea, I think it’ll be good for both of us”.

Harry launches towards you pulling you into the tightest hug you’ve ever received, you hug him back laughing softly “ok Styles, I need to breathe” you say tapping his shoulder. He lets you go before sitting down again. In all the excitement Mish had come into the room and was now sitting between you and Harry whining. Harry chuckles taking his phone from the desk “I’ll let him out and start looking at flights” he grins getting up from his seat before you even had a chance to respond.

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Just two short weeks later you were sat next to Harry on a plane on the way to warm, sunny Jamaica. You glance at Harry who’s was staring at his phone intensely trying to find a movie to watch. “What are you doing?” You ask noticing he was scrolling through Google at a bunch of different movies “just looking for a rom com to watch” he responds straight away without peeling his attention away from the device. “Harry…just search romantic comedies on Netflix” he glances at you, thinks for a moment and then does exactly as you suggest “thanks” he smiles putting his headphones in. You do the same putting on an audiobook, you only got through about a chapter before you fell asleep.

You woke several hours later to Harry pushing your shoulder lightly “y/n…wake up, we’re getting ready to land” he whispers you groan a little “I was having the best sleep, you suck” you glare at him. You were never the nicest person when you were woken from a slumber “I’m not the one flying the plane I don’t make the rules” he bites back. You wake a little more sitting up in your seat putting your seat belt back on you look over at Harry “I’m sorry” you apologise “I’m a bit of a grump after a nap” Harry looks at you again, scanning your face “it’s ok” he smiles.

You make it safely to the ground, collect your bags and make your way to the accomodation that Harry had organised. Pulling up out the front you get out of the car and collect your bags before looking up at the house Harry had rented for the next month “Harry, did you rent the whole house?” You ask he nods smiling over at you “yep” he says walking up towards it “there’s only two of us, not two hundred” you laugh. Harry shrugs “we might get sick of each other the place is big enough we wouldn’t even know the other was there” you see Harry’s point and follow him up to the front of the house. He finds the key and lets you both inside. You look around “wow” you whisper “Harry… this is incredible, how did you find this place?” You ask heading towards the doors that open out to the beach “Jeff actually recommended it” he says coming up beside you “this is going to be the best month ever” you smile.

“Y’up for a swim?” He asks you nod “yes please” you smile “c’mon, I’ll meet you back here in 15?” Harry asks, you nod and head off to pick rooms, even though the place was huge Harry still insisted that you have the master bedroom, it had a huge bathroom with the tub overlooking the beach. You open your suitcase grabbing the first bikini you could find. Pulling it in your realise it may not have been the best choice for a platonic trip with a man who was basically your boss. The mint green triangle top only just covering the round of your breasts, and the hi-waist cheeky bottoms that in actual fact didn’t cover much of your ass. Grabbing a black cover up you pull it on before heading back out to find Harry.

Walking out onto the warm sand your sunglasses covering your eyes your hair blowing in the breeze, you find Harry already situated on one of the lounge chairs in yellow and white stripped swim trunks his hair in a bun and sunglasses adorning his eyes his shirt already missing. Harry peers over his sunglasses as you walk past him and smiles to himself before laying his head back again “thought you came to swim Styles” you comment placing your towel down placing your sunglasses on top before pulling your cover up over your head throwing it to the lounge chair. You glance over at Harry to see him already looking at you.

“I thought you only had one tattoo?” He asks noticing the tattoos dotted around your ribs, next to your breast and on your thigh close to your hip. “It’s a growing collection, I just keep them hidden most of the time” you smile a little before heading towards the water, once your up to your hips in the warm, clear water you hear Harry coming up behind you as he moves past you he smiles “green suits you”. You blush a little and try to hide your face “thanks” you smile a little. Harry keeps walking a little further before diving in you watch him for a moment before you follow suit.

Coming back up to the surface you lay back looking up at the sky as you float to nowhere in particular after a few minutes you feel a tug in your foot. You look up and see Harry at your feet staring at you “I’ve got an idea….on the plane remember how you said to search Netflix, it gave me a bit of inspiration for a song”. You come back to stand on your own two feet “did you want to put it on paper?” You ask. Harry thinks on it for a moment before nodding “I don’t know if it’ll turn into anything but I’d love to try” he admits. You nod “lets give it a go and see what happens” you give him a brief smile and begin to walk back to shore. Harry watches as the swell of your hips begins to reappear from under the water, then your ass. He takes in a sharp breath your bikini didn’t leave much to the imagination, but he liked that.

“Y/n” he says coming up behind you “yeah?” You ask turning your head slightly but still walking “you look great” he smiles you respond by smiling back at him blushing a little “thanks H” making your way up to the sand you grab your towel and sunglasses drying yourself off a little before pulling on your cover up. You head inside with Harry and he sits down on the couch with his guitar in hand. He starts playing a few chords. “What are you thinking Styles? Where’s your head at with this one?” You ask he looks over at you “I think I’d like it to be a Betty and the jets kind of feel? Like a steady tempo but still solid.” You nod and sit at the piano that was in the middle of the room “ok, we can work with that”.

You and Harry work for a few hours and managed to get the chords for the new song. You grab your laptop and start adding the different elements in until it’s basically just a backing track for a verse, “this is good Harry” you smile “it’s got that kind of Elton John era vibe, it’s great” he smiles and thanks you. You’d been working for a few hours and you were starting to get cold, the sun was starting to disappear and you were definitely getting hungry. “Should we get some dinner?” You ask looking over at Harry he nods “I’m so hungry” he sighs causing you to giggle “why didn’t you say something?” You ask Harry shrugs “we were on a roll” you giggle standing up “I’m just going to shower quickly” you smile, ruffle his hair and lean down to kiss his cheek briefly before heading up to the bathroom.

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After getting dinner you and Harry decided to just relax for the night and put on a documentary he spreads himself out on the couch with you curling up in one of the corners, halfway through you glance at Harry in his grey t-shirt and soft cotton shorts you smile to yourself a little, he looked good, domestic, it was nice. “Tea?” You ask going to stand up Harry glances over at you with sleepy eyes “yes please love” he responds giving you a lazy smile. You head to the kitchen making two cups of tea before coming back to Harry he had paused the documentary not wanting you to miss anything. He watches you as you walk across the living space the oversized t-shirt you were wearing showing off your legs in a way Harry could appreciate.

“Thank you” he smiles softly “cold?” He asks noticing the goosebumps covering your thighs you nod a little “yeah but I’ll be ok” Harry grabs a blanket that was sitting on top of the couch “c’mere” he says softly unfolding the blanket to cover his own legs. You shuffle a little closer to him and he tosses the blanket over your legs, you pull it up snuggling down into a little sipping your tea. “Hey” you whisper softly shoving Harry’s side a little he glances at you smiling “yes boss?” He asks giving you his undivided attention, you smack his chest lightly at his comment causing him to chuckle “thank you…for letting me come with you” Harry smiles “thank you for coming” he responds “it’d be pretty lonely without you” he adds causing you to giggle a little. You curl up next to him resting your head just next to Harry’s shoulder. He looks down at you trying to hide his smile.

You both spend the rest of the documentary stealing little glances at one another, as the credits start to roll through Harry glances towards you expecting you to be wide awake, as he looks closer he noticed you were fast asleep. He slowly pulls the blanket off the both of you and tucks one arm under your legs and the other around your waist picking you up carrying you to the master bedroom. Harry tucked you into bed leaving a soft kiss to your forehead that caused you to stir, opening your eyes slowly you look up at Harry “sorry love, didn’t mean to wake you” he whispers “you fell asleep on the couch” you smile to yourself “thank you for tucking me in” you grasp Harry’s hand for a moment giving it a squeeze. You fall back to sleep and Harry let’s himself out to his own room.

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Waking up to the sun beating into the master bedroom was the perfect way to be disturbed the next morning. You sit up looking outside for a while before getting up heading to the shower. You throw your hair into a braid and pull on a sports bra and bike shorts throwing a pump cover over the top, your grab some socks and your runners before heading down to the kitchen to find Harry already up, his shirt missing but the cotton shorts from last night still hugging his hips.

“Morning” you smile Harry looks up and takes a moment before responding “Good morning” he smiles “where are you off to?” Harry asks “morning run, Mish and I normally go for a run everyday before I start working, wanna come?” You ask sitting on a kitchen chair to pull your shoes on. “Umm yeah actually I’d love to, give me five minutes” Harry says before racing down to change his clothes, he returns a few minutes later in running shorts and a muscle tank white crew socks adorning his feet his runners in hand. He quickly pulls them on doing them up pulling his hair up into a bun. You stare at him for a moment “you look cute with your hair up” you blurt out before even realising what you had said. Harry glanced at you a cheeky smirk on his lips “do I now?” He chuckles you blush standing up walking towards the front door “c’mon let’s get this run in” you smile. Harry follows close behind you.

You make it to the front of the house and stretch a little bit to ensure you won’t cramp. You start with a light jog just to warm up a little Harry following suit, you pick up the pace a little bit once you’re warm. You run around five kilometres before slowing down a little coming to a stop to catch your breath for a moment. “How you feeling there Styles?” You ask as Harry’s wiping sweat from his forehead that’s been dripping down his face for the last few kilometres “you do this everyday?” He asks you just nod before responding “I usually run until Mish starts to get tired then we run home before he’s out of steam”. Harry just looks at you “no wonder you’re so fit” he comments, you bite your lips softly and smile. “And you’re not?” You ask rhetorically “your abs exist H” you comment. You enjoyed cardio more than work outs, you felt like you got more from being outside and running instead of being in the gym working out, which in most cases you knew Harry had to opt for the gym otherwise his workouts would probably turn into accidental meet and greets.

“This is the first time I’ve run outside for ages, it’s great” he smiles in your direction “ready to go back?” He asks and you nod. You pick the pace up again and begin to run back towards the house, once you were about a kilometre away you glance at Harry who again was pouring with sweat “race y’back?” You ask, he just smirks and runs off on you. You chase after him eventually catching up and getting in front a little you run right around to the back of the house to the shore line “I hate to say it, but I think I beat you” you laugh as Harry finally catches up placing his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath.

“Yeah yeah ok” he pants. You just laugh breathing deeply to catch your own breath. You cool off a little before kicking your shoes and socks off as well and pulling your shirt over your head “coming in?” You ask referring to the ocean that was directly behind you Harry nods just watching you for a moment admiring the body that you hid under your pump cover. You push yourself out into the ocean wading against the current cooling off in the Jamaican water.

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After a quick swim you both head inside to shower before meeting back in the kitchen to have breakfast. By the time Harry made it you were halfway through preparing omelettes for you both and putting together a small fruit platter for you to share. Harry starts some coffee before sitting at the table with a guitar in hand. He starts playing a little picking pattern while he watched you cook, as the coffee finished you look up glancing at Harry catching him staring at you causing you to smile and blush a little. “I like that, is it new?” You ask as Harry gets up to pour you both a cup, “I started playing around with it before we left, the more I play it the more I like it” he says placing a cup of coffee next to you stealing a few grapes from the platter on his way past.

Harry continues plucking away at the guitar and starts humming along “wherever I go….you bring me home.” You lean against the kitchen counter a little just watching Harry smiling. You finish up cooking breakfast and place Harry’s plate next to his notebook squeezing his shoulder lightly as you walk to your own seat grabbing your laptop to do some work. You both work in silence Harry humming and singing here and there eventually coming up with a hook to work around the rest of the song. “Just two hearts in one home….we’re both stubborn I know” Harry sings softly, the words resonated with you a little you look up from your laptop seeing Harry smiling in your direction. “What?” You ask softly a smile creeping onto your lips “I really like this” he smiles turning back to his notebook “you’re something else Styles” you whisper.

After another hour Harry had managed to get a hook and chorus somewhat under control. You’d cleaned up from breakfast and were setting up a makeshift recording booth for Harry to use. “It’s ready for you H” you whisper kissing Harry’s head ruffling his hair a little as you walk past him to grab your coffee “you’re the best thank you so much” he smiles heading in towards the setup.

Harry spent a good half of the day working on the song while you caught up on other work only helping him when he needed it. By the end of the day he’s recorded a demo and you were sitting on the couch with him tying up some loose ends. “This is really good H” you say after listening to the song a few times. Harry looks up at you with slightly red cheeks “what can I say, Jamaica is inspiring” he smirks “what do you say we get out of the house for a little while? We’ve been inside all day” Harry suggests. You nod standing up “why don’t we go and try something fun?” You suggest Harry starts packing some things away before speaking “what did you have in mind?” He asks “what about paddle boarding?” You ask pulling your hair up into a high bun.

Harry comes over to you smiling widely “I’ve always wanted to try that!” He says “get changed and meet back here in 10?” Harry asks you nod giggling at how excited Harry was. He pecks your cheek before racing off to his room. You pick out yet another bikini before heading back down to the beach to find Harry and a single paddle board. “H what happened?” You ask giggling a little walking closer to him. “I thought maybe we’d help one another until we get used to it?” He asks grinning. You ponder Harry’s idea for a moment before nodding “that actually sounds like a great idea”.

Harry watches as you both wade out into the water until the little waves were lapping at your waist he lets out a small chuckle splashing your back “heyyyy” you giggle turning to face him “what was that for?” You ask splashing him back causing him to let out a laugh then shrugs “you looked too pretty, had to mess you up a bit” you move back towards Harry a little “what do you mean I looked too pretty?” You ask knowing full well what you were doing to the poor man. “Y’know…we’re not even a week into a month long trip, if I’m going to see you in a bikini everyday the least y’could do is look worse doing it…it’s distracting.” You blush a little at Harry’s words.

You step even closer to Harry until there was just the paddle board between you “I’m distracting?” You ask. Harry let’s the board float past the both of you before nodding stepping close enough his hands could graze your waist “have you looked in the mirror lately? Ever since we’ve been here you’ve had a shirt on maybe twice, and you expect me to work in these conditions?” You smirk teasing him. Harry looks at you a little gobsmacked, you wait a moment before looking away “Harry” you say bluntly, he hums a little coming back to reality “yeah?” He asks ruffling his hair from his face “your paddle boards floating away” you say matter of factly. “Shit” he mumbles wading off after it causing you giggle, watching the muscles in his back relax and contract as he tried to catch up with the board got you a little worried for the rest of the trip.

Why couldn’t he have picked somewhere that would have required more clothes.

Harry catches up to the board and pushes it back towards you “maybe we should try paddle boarding tomorrow?” He asks out of breath. You nod “sounds like a good idea Styles” you walk back to shore together and lay on the sand for a while before Harry speaks up “so softy, how would you feel about going out for dinner tonight? We’ve worked pretty well the last few days we’re on track I think we deserve a little break” you glance over at Harry for a moment before rolling onto your front to look at him properly “isn’t this whole trip technically a break? We both just seem to have an inability to stop working” Harry sighs softly “that a good point….do you think it’s a bad thing? That we don’t stop?” You shake your head reaching over to push some of Harry’s hair from his face “I think we both love our jobs so much that it’s not actually work to us…what’s the saying ‘if you truely love your job you never work a day in your life’ I think that’s us.” Harry waits for a moment before speaking up “y’know a lot of people were skeptical about me asking you to produce for me, but I definitely think I made the right choice” he glances at you once more before laying his head back.

You sit in silence for a while just enjoying the sun and the sound of the waves behind you as the tide started to rise you could feel the ocean lapping at your feet “c’mon H, tides coming in” you say standing up holding a hand out to help Harry up. He gladly obliged taking your hand in his, as your about to pull him up from the sand Harry takes the liberty of pulling you down instead, you fall onto his chest a small shriek leaving your lips causing Harry to chuckle his hands grasping your waist “you didn’t give me and answer about dinner?” He smirks looking at you over the top of his sunglasses. You pause for a moment chewing on your lip “didn’t know I had to” you wink squirming from Harry’s grip before standing again “but if you really need one, yes, I’d love to go out for dinner” you answer holding your hand out to help Harry up again.

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Rinsing conditioner from your hair you couldn’t help but worry a little about dinner, you were close with Harry and couldn’t deny that you found him attractive, but blurring the lines between work and play was something you weren’t sure of. You also weren’t sure if you were reading way to far into this and Harry was just being a good friend.

Pulling your hair into a low bun, some little wispy pieces falling around to frame your face you admired the sun kissed glow you’d acquired these last few days. You felt pretty, something you rarely felt within the industry you’d dedicated your life to, it felt nice, different. Slipping into a flowy cotton dress and sandals you spray a little bit of perfume before heading back to the living room finding Harry sitting on the couch waiting scrolling through his phone. He looks up as he hears you coming and stands to meet you halfway, he stops in his tracks seeing you, your dress hugging your torso perfectly Harry would have swept you up off your feet there and then. “Wow, y/n you look beautiful” he smiles leaning over to kiss your cheek softly causing you to blush “you don’t clean up too badly yourself H.” You retort causing Harry to chuckle.

Being seated at dinner you didn’t realise how intimate the setting was, you thought Harry would have just picked somewhere that he found appealing, but this was almost as though he had put genuine thought and care into picking a restaurant. You were sat outside the warm breeze flowing throughout the dining area, you could hear waves crashing in the distance, while you were watching Harry peruse the menu through the warm light provided by the string lights and candles dotted around the venue. Harry groans a little from the other side of the table, “you ok?” You question opening up the menu yourself “I’ve never had so much trouble picking something to eat, it all sounds so good” he grumbles causing you to giggle “Harry, I think that’s what they call a first world problem…” you wait a moment before continuing “why don’t we order a couple of entrees and share them, kind of like tapas?” You suggest. Harry ponders your suggestion for a moment before nodding “you’re too smart for me sometimes” he smiles.

You both pick a couple of things each and decide to have some fun with drinks letting Harry pick for the both of you for first round. This went back and forth for a while until you were noticeably tipsy, mostly due to your lack of filter. Harry was staring at your across the table while you were both waiting for desserts, you try to hold back your smile “I still don’t get how you don’t have a girlfriend Styles” Harry looks at your surprised by your admission “what do you mean?” He asks leaning back in his seat a little diverting his attention to you “you can give a girl so much, like this holiday, we’re staying in a gorgeous house on the beach, going out for nice dinners, but you’re still so down to earth…and I mean look at you, your so attractive it’s annoying, you’re just…perfect” you sigh. Harry stares at you for a moment trying to find the right words. “I guess I’m just waiting for the right time, the right person, you know as well as anyone m’life is hectic, can’t afford to be emotionally unavailable and I guess physically, that wouldn’t be fair.”

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The food you and Harry decided on was some of the best food you’d ever eaten, but the cocktails may have been partially responsible. Walking back to the house after dinner you were a little out of hand just about running rings around Harry. He had been a little glum since leaving dinner, you wander back to Harry and settle at his side walking next to him “what’s wrong Styles? You’ve been quiet since we left dinner” you ask bumping your elbow to his side. Harry glances at you before wrapping his arm around your shoulder giving you a soft squeeze letting you go again “I’m ok” he smiles softly. You stop walking and pull Harry back towards you “Harry…c’mon I know you well enough to know somethings up” you say softly.

He stops walking and faces you looking at his feet “I…” he pauses before looking up at you eyes wide “I’ve got an idea” he says reaching out for your hand which you gladly take. You walk, almost strut back to the house to try and keep up with Harry’s pace. He goes straight to the piano and sits down starting to play a few notes finding the right key. You sat watching as Harry started to hum “Oh, tell me something….” He sits back a little writing a few things down “I don’t already know” he goes back and forth humming a few words writing a few things down as you sit back watching. Before you know it Harry had the hook, chorus and a verse for Ever Since New York.

You sit back just watching Harry giving him his space to get out what he needed to get out. When it seemed he’d gotten as far as he was going to for the night you moved to sit next to him. Listening and now reading over the lyrics Harry had just birthed they resonated with you, you felt he was holding back you glance over to see him already looking at you. “We met in New York” you whisper softly Harry nods his expression not changing “I know” he responds “Harry, what is it?” He sighs a little chewing the inside of his cheek “I like spending time with you, I really like having you around, I like you a lot y/n.” He admits his eyes searching your own for some idea of how you were feeling. You look at Harry a little shocked at first before you even had time to process things his lips had connected with your cheek “m’sorry love, I shouldn’t have said anything” before you knew it Harry had got up from his seat and left to his bedroom leaving you sat alone in front of the piano.

It took you a few minutes to try and collect your thoughts. Did Harry just admit he had feelings for you? You weren’t sure of what to do, part of you wanted to go to Harry’s room to confront him about his expression, but another part of you wanted to respect his boundaries. You decided to leave it for the night not wanting to upset Harry and wanting to respect boundaries. You head to bed and toss and turn for hours on end eventually at around 3am you go out of bed and head back to the living area where you’d setup the make shift studio, to find Harry already there.

You make some tea before coming up behind Harry placing his cup on top of the piano where he was sat “couldn’t sleep?” You ask softly sitting next to him, Harry just shakes his head “thank you for the tea” he says softly, you smile a little “it’s ok H…hey” you say wrapping your hand around Harry’s “I’m sorry about earlier, you just caught be off guard H, look at me please” you ask softly as he grasps your hand moving to face you “I really like you Harry and spending time with you here just made me realise how much I like you” you lean over kissing Harry’s shoulder before resting your head against it. You tuck your hand under Harry’s and start playing the intro to a song you’d been working on for a while but not shown to Harry yet.

You feel his gaze burning into your side before his lips met your temple “is that new?” He asks pulling you closer to him you stop playing snuggling to Harry’s side shaking your head “I’ve been working on it for a while just kept getting stuck, I promise I’ll play it for you when it’s finished” you smile. Harry looks down on you smiling “I like that idea…why don’t we put a movie on to see if we can sleep?” He asks. You nod “yes please” you say softly getting up Harry follows closely behind you one hand on your waist to guide you. Harry let’s you snuggle up on the couch next to him he pulls a blanket over you both before flicking the tv on once you both agree on a movie he wraps an arm around you pulling you closer placing a kiss to your temple.

Not long after the movie started you began to drift off you rest your head on Harry’s chest and finally let sleep take you over. Harry noticed how quickly you fell asleep and couldn’t help her smile and admire the woman before him, he let you settle into your slumber before deciding you tuck you into bed. Harry slowly and carefully moves to pick you up carrying you to your room, you stir a little snuggling yourself into Harry’s arms further. He lays you on the bed gently and pulls the covers up to keep you warm, you whimper at the loss of contact and begin to wake “Harry…” you whine he stops in his tracks kneeling down next to the bed “you’re ok sweetheart, get some sleep” you reach out to take his hand, “stay please” you whisper taking Harry’s large hand in your own small ones. Harry couldn’t help but melt he leans over kissing your forehead softly “of course” he smiles sliding in next to you pulling you closer by your waist. You both drift off to sleep quite quickly snuggled up in one another.

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The next morning things felt surreal, waking up next to Harry in Jamaica, you still had so many questions about what was happening but just knowing you both got your feeling out in the open settled your anxiety. Sitting up a little you expected the sun to be shining through the bedroom window illuminating the sea in front of you but what you were met with was stormy skies and rain. You sigh a little laying back on your pillow watching the rain for a while. You glance over at Harry to see him still sound asleep you smile leaning over kissing his cheek before sliding out of bed.

Regardless of the day you still had full intention of going for a run. You head down to the kitchen to grab some water before coming back to shower, you return to the bedroom in just your towel to grab some clothes “good morning” Harry greets causing you to jump “H!..I thought you were still asleep” you pant trying to catch your breath. “Sorry” he chuckles smiling “still going for a run? In this weather?” He asks raising a brow you nod smiling a little “it’s just a little bit of rain, do you want to come?” You ask grabbing some activewear opting for just bike shorts and a crop not wanting a pump cover due to the humidity.

Harry glands out the window then back at you then throws the covers off himself “let me find some clothes” he says getting up rushing off to his room you giggle a little as he runs off. You pull your shoes on and wait at the front door for Harry. He eventually appears just in running shorts, his shoes in his hand he pulls them on before meeting you at the door leaning down kissing your cheek “apricot suits you” Harry smiles referring to your activewear. You blush a little and open the door “c’mon you flirt, let’s go” you giggle looping your fingers around Harry’s in a loose hold. He looks down at your hand and smiles giving your hand a quick squeeze.

Much like the day before you start with a light jog until your warm before stepping things up a little. You were a few strides ahead of Harry still when you hear him coming up behind you, he makes it out in front of you and you notice his hair was dripping where it had come loose from its bun and his body was glistening with a mix of rain water and sweat. You got a little caught up watching Harry and almost trip letting out a little shriek catching yourself before you fell, you tried to play it off but you’d slowed down and lost a bit of distance on Harry. He looks behind him when he hears you shriek and sees you were a little further away than anticipated.

Harry comes over to you panting a little “are you ok?” He asks. You couldn’t even give the man a proper answer just gawking at his body you mouth hanging open a little your chest heaving. You wanted to box this memory up and keep it forever. You motion for Harry to come closer to which he obliged, he reached out pushing a little bit of hair from your eyes tucking it behind you ear caressing your cheek a little “sweetheart…y’ok?” Harry asks again stepping closer concerned that you hadn’t answered him. As you opened your mouth to respond there was a flash of lightning followed by a huge clap of thunder. You jump looking up at the sky before it went from tolerable rain to torrential Harry’s hand drops to your waist squeezing your side a little trying to hide the fact the thunder and lightning had also scared him. You take a moment before glancing at him “let’s get back” you say over the sound of the rain. Moving away from Harry’s grip turning back towards the house you begin to run, you glance to your side and see Harry next to you, he was glancing at you on and off.

Harry still wasn’t entirely convinced that nothing was going on, he had told you about his feelings and he felt you may have been holding back in your own. Arriving back at the house both of you completely soaked you kick your shoes off and pull your wet socks off at the door. Harry doing the same. “I’m going to head to the shower, meet you in the kitchen? I’ll cook us breakfast?” You ask. Harry nods smiling lightly not saying anything. You head off and shower warming yourself up a little before throwing on an oversized top and some cotton shorts before heading back to the kitchen. You cook breakfast for yourself and Harry who was yet to return from his own shower. After breakfast Harry still hadn’t come back so you head into the living room sitting at the piano.

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After almost two hours Harry still hadn’t come back, but you had managed to finish the song you had been writing and you wanted Harry to have it. It was like everything you felt for Harry and your struggle was in the song. You sit fiddling with it a little while longer trying to work on some of the harmonies, ‘same white shirt, couple more tattoos’ you try this line a few times before sighing moving forward ‘we’re not who we used to be, we’re not who we used to be, we’re just two ghosts…” you smile a little to yourself finding the harmony. You jump a little as Harry speaks up “you sound incredible, better than I do” he smiles. You look over for him seeing him standing at the edge of the living room with some grapes in hand. “How long have you been standing there? I was getting worried about you” You ask he chuckles softly “long enough, just had to take a few calls” he moves closer to come and sits next to you “I want you to have it” you whisper looking at him “I want you to sing it H, but only if you want to.” You say softly glancing at him. Harry couldn’t help but smile “what? To sing it? Pet it’s yours” he groans bumping your side a little, you shake your head “just….listen to the whole thing then decide?” You suggest repositioning yourself at the piano..

You begin playing Two Ghosts for Harry and by the end of it he had a few loose tears on his cheeks. He breathes out heavily “fuck” he sighs “you’re too good at this, y’know that?” Harry asks and you reach up with wipe his cheeks “y’ok?” You ask softly taking his hand, Harry squeezes your hand leaning over to kiss your head softly “I want to do it” he says wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You glance up at him surprised that he said yes. “Really?” You ask Harry just nods shifting his body to face you “it’s perfect sweetheart” you blush looking up at him with pleading eyes “thank you” you whisper resting your forehead to his.

“Y/n…” Harry whispers, you hum in response brushing your nose against Harry’s. All you could think about was how close your lips were to his. “Can I-” you cut Harry off before he can finish his sentence pressing your lips to his own. Harry immediately grips your wasit as you turn your body more to face him his soft pink lips encapsuling your own perfectly after a few minutes both you and Harry must have realised what you had done, you pulled away almost at the same time, each giving the other a moment to say something, anything. Harry’s hand moves to push some hair from your face before cupping your cheek “I- umm, was that-” Harry fumbles with his words a little looking at you in absolute awe. You just nod leaning closer to Harry wrapping your arms around him “I love Jamaica so much” you whisper Harry just smiles leaning in to kiss you again pulling you into his lap.

He slowly pulls away running his hands up your back causing you to break out in goosebumps, Harry bites his lip softly not being able to contain his smile “I wish we could stay like this forever” he mumbles kissing your jaw causing you to giggle, “I think Jeff would hate us if we did that” you smirk. Harry hums reaching up to peck your lips softly. You stay in each others arms for a moment before Harry’s phone begins to ring. He sighs softly placing a small peck to your nose as you climb off his lap. Plucking his phone from the top of the piano Harry sees Mitch’s name pop up he answers putting it on speaker “hey mate, y’alright?” Harry greets you stand and kiss Harry’s cheek before heading off the kitchen wanting to give Harry at least a little bit of privacy. “I’m good mate, just checking in to see how everything’s going?” Mitch’s voice echoed through the living space “great, everything’s really great, we’ve made great progress” you could hear the smile in Harry’s voice which caused you to blush knowing he wasn’t talking about the progress with writing.

Harry and Mitch chat for a while about the album and some of the songs they had written together before Harry came to Jamaica. After around thirty minutes of chatting they sound as though they had covered everything they needed to. “Ok, I’ll see you when your back in town then…oh! Wait how are things going with Y/n?” You perk up at the sound of your name wondering what Harry could have told Mitch for him to ask about you. The three of you had done some work together prior to the trip and you had a very annoying brother sister type of relationship with Mitch which got you wondering if maybe Harry had said something to him prior to you coming away with him. “Y’know it’s great” Harry chuckles softly “she’s amazing and we work really well together, this trip has been incredible” you hear Harry sigh softly “but?” Mitch asks sensing Harry wasn’t finished “part of me wants to just stay here with her, Y’know? M’happy and I don’t know the last time I was genuinely happy” he admits which overhearing the conversation surprised you a little. “Mate, Y’know she’s coming back to the same place you are, you’ll still see her and work with her, just enjoy it while y’can yeah?” You peek into the living space seeing Harry nod before responding. They chat a little longer about when Harry will be back in the UK before ending the call. You decide to leave Harry be for a moment heading over to open some door and windows now the weather had cleared up.

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The sea was screaming for you after you and Harry had spent the afternoon working on the album and trying to keep your hands off each other. “C’mon you, let’s get out of the house for a while” you smile kissing his cheek before racing off to change into a bikini. The high rise cheeky bottoms showing you off to Harry the way you wanted and the tie front top pushing your breasts together in a way even you could admire.

You head outside sighing softly at the way the sun hit and warmed your skin perfectly. Harry soon followed behind you “I like the view” he smirks from behind you. You turn and glance at him blushing slightly “shut up Styles” you bite your lip softly as he moves closer kissing your cheek softly before moving past you into the water “coming in?” He calls out already waist deep in water. You giggle a little at how cute he was being before following suit until you were standing directly in front of him. His hands automatically reach for your hips pulling you closer to him while your arms wrap around his shoulders, hands playing with the hair on the nape of his neck “I know Dunkirk is coming up soon, does that mean you have to cut your hair?” You ask softly looking up at Harry who nods a little “yeah, it’ll be cut and donated the day after we get home” he says just loud enough to hear over the waves lapping at your sides. “Do you not want me to cut it?” He asks curiously. You shake your head “I love that you want to help someone else and donate it H, it’s humble” he simply smiles and leans down kissing you softly.

You spend most of the afternoon in the water together and finally trying to paddle board which just led to Harry laying on the paddle board soaking up the sun instead. Eventually you both got out of the water and found comfort on the beach lounges “so Styles….how’s the album looking, what have we got so far?” You ask grabbing your phone opening your notes to make a list of what Harry and already written and what you had written together so far. “Well” he starts “we wrote and recorded Complicated Freak, Medicine, Baby Honey, Anna and Kiwi before we even left, oh and Sign of the Times and Only Angel, so far we have written Ever since New York, Two ghosts and Sweet Creature and I’m part way through probably four more songs, so we’re close”

“We’ve done a lot for only being here for a week” you smile at Harry who was already looking at you. He reaches out to push some hair from your face tucking it behind your ear “we have, haven’t we” he smiles pulling you into his lap taking your phone putting it aside before resting his hands on your thighs that were straddling his hips. You lean down pecking Harry’s lips softly dropping your hips a little so your torso was aligned with his. You could feel him growing hard in his swim trunks as he connected his lips back to yours humming against them.

You slowly pull away slightly just enough to be able to lick and suck at Harry’s bottom lip without completely losing contact. Harry’s hands move from your thighs to your rump pushing your hips down into his growing cock eliciting a groan that could have been music to your ears. The way you were straddling Harry’s front meant your clit was being stimulated by his tip driving you wild causing you to grind harder. “Is this ok?” Harry mumbles on your lips as he hooks his thumbs into your bikini bottoms “this is perfect” you respond instantly lifting your hips allowing Harry to push your bottoms down you kick them off to the side as Harry’s fingers graze up the inside of your thigh until they reach your centre. You connect your lips with Harry’s again slowly moving to kiss down his neck and chest paying particular attention to his butterfly tattoo. “H, can I take these off?” You ask wrapping your fingers around the waistband of his swim trunks. Harry simply nods not able to take his eyes off you. He helps you to take them off lifting his hips until his hard on springs free resting on his stomach. You bite your lip softly taking in Harry’s size before making your way down to kiss laurel tattoos. Harry moved to rest an arm under his head to be able to see you he inhales a sharp breath as you kiss up his length before taking him in your hand giving him a few lazy pumps.

Harry begins to leak a little causing you to smirk up at him “that desperate for me Styles?” You giggle “well you’ve been teasing me long enough” He smirks tucking your hair behind your ear. Without saying another word you settle a hand at Harry’s base to steady him, slowly licking up his length. Harry lets out a sigh, his eyes closing over and head resting back on his arm letting your mouth go to work. You place your tongue under Harry’s tip lapping up the pre-cum that had accumulated, working your tongue around his tip Harry groans out moving to hold your hair back. “That’s my girl…” Harry whimpers softly as you take his length in your mouth, trying to fit as much of him in as your body would allow before gagging, “taking me so well baby” Harry sighs thrusting up a little to meet your own movements. You come up for a moment to catch your breath when Harry pulls you back onto his chest connecting his lips to yours “so perfect” he mumbles on your lips moving your legs to straddle him. His hard cock nestled perfectly between your folds, you hum on Harry’s lips slowly beginning to grind against him the movements stimulating you both, causing the wetness between your legs to build, lubing Harry up perfectly. He shudders feeling your wetness against him, his tip grazing your entrance “c’mere” you whisper lifting your hips ever so slightly before positioning Harry at your entrance.

You slowly sink down onto his member, you suck your breath in before letting out a satisfied moan, loving the way Harry was filling you up, you simply stay as you were for a moment letting yourself adjust to Harry’s size leaning down placing some slow soft kisses to his lips, leaving your hands on his chest you slowly begin to rock finding a nice slow rhythm that was causing Harry to squirm “feels so good sweetheart, m’not gunna last long like this” he whimpers placing his hands on your rump pulling your hips towards his a little quicker. You speed up your pace and soon enough your both turned into one big sweaty mess as Harry turns you over onto your back without even needing to pull out and reposition himself.

He begins pounding you from this position running a hand down your calf until it reaches just above your ankle, Harry hoists it up to his shoulder kissing down your leg a little. You moan out gripping the edge of the lounge chair as Harry leans down pressing his lips to yours in a messy kiss, teeth and tongues clashing and moaning into each others mouths you start to feel your orgasm building rapidly in this new position, you kiss down Harry’s neck before looking him in the eye mouth agape “H…” you groan tipping your head back “I’m so close, gunna make me cum” you whimper holding his bicep your nails digging into the skin.

Harry just groans nipping at the skin on your neck and around your nipples kissing each one before coming back to your lips “let go for me baby, cum on my cock sweetheart” Harry grumbles on your lips as he reached down with his spare hand rubbing circles over your clit with his thumb driving you wild. Your breath hitches in your throat and your hips lift as you place your hand over Harry’s pushing him to rub you faster sending your over the edge. Letting out a shriek your hips drop back down as your orgasm takes over your body your entire body shaking as your pussy pulses around Harry’s cock seemingly sending him to his own climax his thrusts turning to lazy pumps as he fills you with his ribbons of white fluid he collapses onto your chest breathing heavily “shit” he whispers softly as his member twitches inside you “I’m sorry love, didn’t mean to cum in you, you’re just….wow” he sighs glancing up at you pecking your lips loosely. Your hands find his hair before responding “it’s ok H, I’m on birth control, cum in me all you want” you whisper on his lips. You feel him smirk and buck his hips forward a little teasing you, you gasp at the pleasurable overstimulation.

You stay tangled in one another for around twenty minutes as you both come down from your highs Harry’s hand stroking your side “y’ok?” He whispers softly kissing across your cheek before making it to your lips “amazing” you whisper back pecking his lips as some goose bumps begin to form on your arms “cold sweetheart?” Harry asks, but before you’d even responded he’d bundled your up in his arms and was carrying you inside to the master bathroom. Harry sets you down on the counter in the bathroom before heading over to the bath turning the water on adding some bubble bath to the water before returning to you his hands coming to rest on your waist “you should use the bathroom pet, we don’t want you getting an infection” he whispers kissing your cheek softly “I’ll go grab some clothes for us” Harry goes to walk away but you grab his hand pulling him back towards you wrapping your arms around his neck “why don’t you bring all your clothes back?” You whisper just loud enough that Harry could hear over the running water he simply smiles “want me to stay with you?” He asks picking up on what you were implying. You simply nod biting your lip trying to hide your smile Harry breaks out in that trademark grin and leans down kissing your passionately “I’d love nothing more” he whispers on your lips “I’ll be back in a couple of minutes ok?” He asks kissing your nose. You nod as Harry reluctantly let’s go of your body scooting off to go and collect his belongings. While he’s gone you go to the bathroom like he asked before making some room for his things on the counter.

On Harry’s return you were turning the water off for the tub turning the lights down so you were able to watch the sunset together. Harry wanders back in with his toiletries in hand placing them on the counter before coming over wrapping his arms around you from behind kissing along your shoulder you hum placing your arms over Harry’s. “Baths ready for us, I’ll grab us some towels” you say softly escaping Harry’s grip heading into the bedroom you grab some towels and yours and Harry’s phones before coming back. On return Harry’s was standing at the floor to ceiling window that over looked the beach as the sun hit him perfectly you quickly swipe across to the camera app on your phone taking a quick snap of Harry, illuminated by the golden sun, ass on full display. Unfortunately you hadn’t had your phone on silent, so the click of the camera gave you away and Harry’s head instantly swung in your direction. “What’cha up to miss?” He asks making his way over to you “just admiring” you giggle a little trying to hide your phone “give us a look” Harry chuckles trying to grab your phone from your hands as your cheeks flush bright red trying to keep your phone away from him, eventually Harry’s long arms prove your short ones useless grabbing your phone looking at the photo “who’s this? Do I know’im?” Harry asks you scoff a little smiling up at Harry “I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself, you looked too good” you smile softly. Harry places your phone down on the counter and cups your cheeks “don’t apologise sweetheart, I’m just messing around” he smiles leaning down to kiss you softly “ready to hop in?” He asks hands moving down to rub your hips. You nod “yeah, just need to tie my hair back” you smile pecking his lips before moving out of Harry’s grip to grab a hair tie. You pull your hair into a loose bun with a few pieces hanging around your face turning around you see Harry already in the water smiling over at you admiring what he so badly wanted to be his.

Heading toward the bath Harry holds his hand out to help you climb in before settling your back in his chest his legs either side of yours, his arms around your torso rubbing circles into your skin as you both watch the sun go down. “You’re so beautiful” Harry whispers in your ear causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin, you hum softly resting your head back on his shoulder as he kisses down your neck a little before going to back to watching the sunset, it was in this moment that you realised Harry wasn’t watching the sunset at all, in the reflection in the window you could see you both, Harry had been watching you the whole time. In that moment you knew this is what you wanted with this man you had fallen for Harry because Harry had fallen for you, you turn in his hold a little placing a finger under his chin directing his face to yours before placing your lips to his in a delicate kiss.

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Snuggling into Harry in bed he kisses your forehead softly “Harry?” You ask looking up at him, he hums resting his forehead to yours “what are we going to do?” You whisper softly “what do you mean pet?” He responds placing a kiss to your forehead. “What happens when we go home? Do things go back to how they were?” You ask nervously. Harry rolls over onto his side to look at you properly, “is that what you want?” He asks a worried look covering his face. You shake your head trying to hold yourself together “no…not at all” he smiles a little cupping your cheeks. “Well, I’d love for us to see where things go in our normal lives, see if we can make us work, go on dates together, keep writing and working together, even go for runs together with Mish?” He asks, you smile giggling a little, feeling like a giddy teenager. “I’d love that” you say pecking Harry’s lips he pulls you closer deepening the kiss as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, next thing you know Harry’s under the covers with his curly mane between your legs eating you out perfectly.

“Fuck your gorgeous” Harry mumbles on your skin as he kisses back up to your lips “roll onto your side baby” Harry whispers before tucking himself behind you kissing down your spine a little before slipping his boxers off “y’ok babe?” Harry asks kissing your neck, you twist to look at Harry nodding “I’m amazing H” you smile pulling him toward you kissing him passionately as he pushes himself into you causing you to gasp interlocking your hands with his.

Harry pumps himself into you slowly cradling you in his arms. He made slow love to you for hours wanting to spoil you and be as close to you as he possibly could. There was no sense of urgency, and no race to finish, it was just you and Harry enjoying the intimate moment together.

Eventually it got too much for Harry cumming inside of you for the second time this trip. “Why do you have to be so perfect” Harry groans smiling up at you his chest glistening with sweat. You giggle a little leaning down to whisper in his ear “I’m not done yet superstar” Harry smirks his hands running up your back pulling you into him kissing you in a needy fashion. “What is it baby?” He asks slowly pulling away “I wanna ride the tiger” you whisper on his lips smirking winning at him.

Harry looks at you a little dumbfounded “you wanna cum again sweet girl?” He asks you nod looking at him with pleading eyes biting your lip “yes please” you smirk. Harry chuckles softly “how can I say no to such good manners” he smiles as you lift off him nestling yourself onto his thigh. You lock eyes with Harry as you reach your hand to your mouth licking across your fingers before reaching down to your clit to help with moving against Harry’s thigh.

Watching you Harry groans placing his hands on your thighs giving them a squeeze as you begin to move against him, before long your movements were paced and stimulating including for Harry who was holding your hips guiding over his permanent art “you…are so fucking stunning sweet girl” he pants on your lips causing you to moan as Harry moved his leg a little stimulating you further, his cum leaking from you coating his thigh.

”Harry…” you pant squeezing your eyes shut “I’m…” you couldn’t even bring yourself to finish your sentence “I know sweetheart” he whispers within seconds your nails were digging into Harry’s shoulders as your head tipped back Harry’s mouth attached to your nipple adding another element to your climax “fuck!” You moan out as your body convulses against Harry practically clinging to him.

Calming down Harry helps you to lay next to him body’s entangled in one another Harry leaving delicate kisses over your face and chest “can I tell you something?” Harry whispers pushing your hair from your neck placing a few chaste kisses there before pulling away slowly as you nod “I’ve had feelings for you since we started working together, you’re kind of my muse for a lot of my writing, Mitch is the only one that really knows how deep they go” Harry sighs a little “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner” you look up at Harry shaking your head “don’t apologise babe, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have feelings for you within a few weeks of working with you” you giggle a little.

Harry pulls you closer wrapping his arms around you kissing you softly “staying in Jamaica with you for good is sounding better and better” Harry smirks on your lips. You giggle a little on Harry’s lips “don’t tempt me, I might be in trouble with your fans and Jeff for keeping to you myself” you mumble kissing him back. “I’d be ok with that” Harry responds before rolling you onto your back starting what was to be a long strenuous night.

enjoy this little but not so little one, it’s been sitting in the drafts for a while and not proof read super well so please be kind!

[britswriting]

Fallen For You |H.S AU

Fallen For You | Masterlist (I'll try and put them all under the #fallenforyoubybrit tag)

Read on Wattpad

Cover + edit made by me. Instagram watermark is my Demi Lovato edit account - I might open a Harry account but that's TBD right now

Description:

"Welcome to Fallen Ranch!" "Oh, I thought it was fall in. Like fallin' a part" Harry Styles was Boston Creek's must have rancher. He was hard to come by, hard to accommodate to, and a pain in everyone's ass; but he did a damn good job, which made him become very desirable. Everyone wanted him, and if you had him, you had to make sure you could afford to keep him. Not only was his pay out of this world, but he also requested room & board, including meals, a truck to get to town and at least one day off a week. If you wanted your chance at Harry Styles being your Rancher, there was absolutely no wiggle room for discussion. Delaney knew how much of a pain in the ass Harry Styles was. She grew up hearing the stories ever since he moved into town. "He's disrespectful", "He thinks his way is the right way" and the worst of them all? He didn't like dogs; but even with all of the bad mouthing the town has said about him, she couldn't help but notice his dreamy eyes and glistening muscles as he worked in the sun. The moment she found out her father had landed the Harry Styles, she was terrified. Her family couldn't afford her to make a fool of herself. If she wanted to keep Harry and everything that came with him, she needed to seal her heart up and throw away the key... right?

This is my warnings from my Welcome page on Wattpad before you read; the casting + their photos need to be viewed through Wattpad due to me passing Tumblr's photo limit per post.

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Hello! Welcome to my new Harry Styles fanfic! - this is my first time writing a Harry fanfic since 2016, so honestly wish us all luck lol

This story will contain smut! - if you're uncomfortable with that, there will be warnings at the start of each chapter. 

I'm pretty warning heavy if needed, so if anything comes up that I'm aware of being triggering, I will put a disclaimer - if you find anything that I missed that should be a warning, feel free to comment! - I won't put a warning for "fat" comments due to they're not meant to come across has harmful or hateful - Delaney is plus sized and she is aware of that. Jokes get made, insecurities are shown but none of it is supposed to come across in a negative way. If those things are triggering, it should be very sparse due to I'm trying to write a confident plus sized character! 

Comment's Harry makes are never intended to be hurtful! He comes from a good place, it just all comes out wrong! <3

For those who came from the dadrry tag - it isn't immediate, but it's there!

This story contains lbgtqia characters, POC characters & plus sized characters - hate speech is not allowed, your comments will be deleted and you will be blocked. This story is a safe + loving environment for all! 

This story contains swearing! (I can't help myself I'm sorry lol)

Last prewarning, I write slow burn! - they will not be dating immediately nor having sex right away! I like writing the build up and edging in my writing, if that is something that bothers you, this book probably isn't for you! - Because it is forced proximity, they are always together and it doesn't take a million years lol they just won't be together by the 5th chapter unlike other books.

Tropes:

Rancher!Harryxplussized!OC ??

Grumpyxsunshine 

dadrry/grandparry 👀 - Harry is only 28/29! You'll understand later lol

Forced Proximity 

She falls first x he falls harder

The most important for anyone who doesn't want to see the full cast, is our MC (Main Character)

Here is Delaney! Also known as "Lane/Laney" by close friends + family

Chapter One

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Downhill (Harry AU Fanfiction) - Chapter Four: Breakout (on Wattpad) *Ellie's POV*

We pulled up to the curb in front of the police station. 

"I'll call you when I need a lift back to the flat," I said, getting out of the car."Just go," Jason said. He's so moody."Bye!" I say singsongingly as I shut my door and jogged toward the entrance. 

I heard the sound of burning rubber behind me, show off.

I flung open the front door and saw an officer sitting at the front desk. "Hi, is there a man by the name of Harry here?""Yeah... Just got here 'bout 30 minutes ago. Are you a sibling or what?" What was I exactly?

"A close friend." I lied. This wasn't the first time I'd fibbed to a police officer, and it wouldn't be the last.

"Come with me." He led me down a hallway to a room with a sign above the door that read, "Holding Cell." That sounds pleasant.

He unlocked the door, and I scanned the room for Harry. Ugh. It smells so gross in here, like a mixture of rotten milk and BO.

I spotted him curled up on a bench towards the corner of the room. His beauty shone like a lighthouse across this disgusting shithole of a room.

I glanced down at his giant hands. All I could do was think about the feeling of his hands on my body and how I wanted them to touch me again.

The officer opened the door and told me I had five minutes, so I quickly scurried across the room, being careful not to touch anything... or anyone for that matter.

I sat next to him on the bench and stared at him for a couple of seconds. He was so ruggedly handsome and so so so tall.

I wanted to climb his chiseled body like a wild monkey climbing a tree in the Amazon rainforest.

I tapped his shoulder, "Harry..." He didn't move. My stomach flipped at the thought of him being dead. I shook him, "Harrrryyyy. Come on now."His eyes blinked open, and he jumped backward, almost falling off the bench. "What the- wait, why are you here? You shouldn't have followed me here."

"Harry... listen. I need to fess up for stealing that dress... I can't keep letting you take the blame."He looked at me coldly, "I don't even know what your name is or your story or anything." He was clearly flustered and still had that deep, groggy morning voice. 

God, he was attractive.

"I'm Ellie, and that's all you need to know. Now, c'mon, let's get you out of here." He took my hand, which kinda surprised me.

"Well, Ellie. I think you might be a little bit of an idiot because getting caught stealing a dress is a crime, and somebody's gotta do the time."

"I woulda bloody gotten away with it if you didn't start chasing after me!" I shouted with fury. This apparently stirred up some commotion because all the prisoners looked over at us."All this is over some stupid dress; you should really learn some manners, young lady," he said as I gave him the stink eye.

I wanted to be mad at him but every time he looks at me with those eyes I get butterflies, and I have the sudden urge to smile.

"Ohh, right, because you are just Mr. Perfect... it's not like you have a squeaky clean track record either." 

He looked up at me with guilty eyes, "What the hell are you talking about? You don't even know me."

I heard the door creak open, and the guard stepped in. "Ok, you two. Your five minutes is up."I started to stand up and walk to the door, but then Harry grabbed my wrist.

"Wait, don't leave me. Not yet."

AN: Do you like Ellie as a person? How about Harry? More to come soon, so be sure and follow me for more updates.

[zarry-fics]

Olá, tudo bem? Sou nova por aqui e vou começar a escrever imagines com o Harry Styles. Você poderia me ajudar a divulgar o blog? Muito obrigada! 💚

oioi, claro eu ajudo sim... :) vão dar uma forcinha @harryimagines-styles <33

[harrystylesimagines2019]

[guccifloralharry]

Romantic Comedies

Tonight was the night that your best friend Harry and his family were supposed to come over for dinner. Your mother had been frantically preparing for their arrival all day by cleaning the house and preparing a three course meal but not without asking you to help first, of course. While she would dust, you would vacuum and while she was preparing the chicken, you baked a cake for dessert. Your guests were expected to arrive in less that half an hour but you had began to feel tired and suddenly gained stomach cramps, knowing that it was close to time for you to start your cycle. You decided that you would have your mother politely explain that you were feeling ill before the dinner in case you had to excuse yourself. Upon telling her this, you slowly headed back upstairs into your dark bedroom and laid down with a heating pad across your lower stomach. Within a couple of minutes, you had fallen asleep.

The doorbell rang sometime later, your mother excitedly greeting the small family at your front door. “Y/N is not feeling all that well so she may not be joining us downstairs for dinner.” She explained as she gathered your fathers attention. Harry immediately felt lost. He normally would converse with you and exclude partaking in the adult conversations about school and such since you both would have to make decisions about uni soon.

“Oh, that’s pitiful.” Anne commented, frowning. “I really hope she feels better.”

“If you don’t mind, I’ll go up and check on her after dinner.” Harry offered.

“Sure, honey. Please ask her if she’s taken any medicine and if she hasn’t, tell her there is Tylenol in the cupboard of her bathroom.” Your mother smiled at him.

Harry sat through dinner quietly, politely answering questions about assignments and uni’s he was thinking about applying to.

He had really wished he and Y/N would go to uni together considering they had always lived close to each other and had gone to school together all these years. Most of all he wished he could tell Y/N how he felt about her. He’s worried that if he were to confess his feelings for Y/N then she wouldn’t feel the same and would treat him differently. Harry has even confessed his fears to Gemma, proposing the idea of her talking to Y/N for him and try to see how she felt about him. Not that it was a bad idea, but Gemma didn’t feel the need to ask her if she already knew. Gemma was already convinced they secretly liked each other and everyone except each other could tell and it was true.

Harry being as polite as he was, leaped at the chance to wash the dishes so he could excuse himself from conversation. He loved your family, but he didn’t really want to think about uni or any other huge future plans right now. The only huge major plan he wanted to think about was how he was going to confess to you. After cleaning all of the dishes, Harry padded up the stairs and into your room silently and practically stopped in his tracks when he saw you asleep cuddled up in your clean white duvet. He took his bottom lip into his mouth as he admired you and thought about how beautiful you were even when you weren’t aware of it. Harry really didn’t want to take the chance of you being angry with him by waking you up, but he really wanted to know if you were feeling okay. Finally, he decided he would gently rub your arm to wake you.

“Y/N, Y/N,” Harry mumbled, “Did you take any Tylenol, love?”

Harry silently leaned down closer to your frame and laid down on the bed with you. He raised his arm to move stray pieces of hair out of your face and whispered, “how are you feelin’ babe?”

Your eyes fluttered open slowly and you raised your right hand to cover your mouth as you yawned before rubbing your eyelids. Harry found you adorable as sleepy as you were. Instead of speaking, you mumbled a gentle “hmm?” while glancing at him and smiling sleepily.

“Did you take some medicine, love?” He repeated again.

You shifted closer to his tall warm figure, laying your head on his chest before closing your eyes again and mumbled against his shirt, “No. I meant to before I laid down though. I was just too comfortable with the heating pad.”

“I’ll go get some for you.” He stated simply. Harry knew how to take care of you while you were on your cycle. He had done it many times before and didn’t mind it one bit. Harry gently directed your head to lay back down on the pillows because he knows sometime while you cramp, you get migraines too. They’re really the worst.

“Aw, you really don’t have to, I have my heating pad.” You called.

Moments later he re-entered the room, closing the door behind him. “I wanted to get you some just in case you start to get a headache soon, but it’s okay Y/N. I’d do anything for you.” He says sincerely.

“Thank you so much, H.” You said to him.

He smiled in return, shrugging off the comment as he turned on your tv. ”Should we just search romantic comedies on Netflix and then see what we find?”

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oh, honey || h. styles

warnings: mentions of sex, kissing

word count: 2.3k

summary: when harry is struck with writer’s block, you come to the rescue and inspire him to write a song, which later becomes known as ‘adore you’...

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t harbouring a crush on a man you’d known for about five years. And for four and half years of that, you found he was the only thing that seemed to occupy your mind. With any crush, it was fun at first. The thrill of being around him brought a new spark to your life. But then, gradually, it became tiresome; the constant butterflies and the overthinking every tiny action began to aggravate you.

You’d had a boyfriend since you met Harry. He loved you and you tried to love him. You knew it wasn’t fair on him, and you felt an ounce of extra guilt every day that relationship went on. You knew it was selfish to paint yourself a mirage of a perfect life with a man you knew you couldn’t love.

The relationship lasted eight months. It had never meant to last that long. At first, it was all fun and games - neither of you took things too seriously. A bit of harmless sex and late nights with red wine and David Attenborough documentaries. But then things took a turn, and he began talking of moving in together and meeting each other’s parents. Your parents would have loved him, you knew that. But what good was that when you didn’t love him?

Eventually, the two of you sat down and decided that maybe it was best if you went your separate ways. It was a mutual decision. And you both agreed that it was fun whilst it lasted. So, this relationship you’d gotten yourself into to get your mind off Harry had ended because you could never love this man the way he wanted you to.

It had been a rough eight months for you. Harry had been in somewhat of a mood with, well, everybody. Mitch concluded that he was probably just stressed with writing for the album and making sure everything was perfect for his debut solo album. But, though nobody necessarily picked up on it at the time, when you announced that you’d broken up with your boyfriend, Harry seemed to be in a much better mood ever since.

So, now, as you walked into the studio, you ran your hands along your jean-clad thighs. It was a desperate attempt to rid your palms of the sweat your nervousness had caused. Sarah had called you and asked if you were free to swing by the studio. She said something about needing a new mind to help Harry. Instantly, you agreed. You would always be there for Harry.

Sat on one of the couches was Harry Styles himself, his hand over his eyes. He was alone, his guitar beside him. A notebook of his lyrics was tossed aside, clearly neglected in tiredness or frustration. “Harry?” you called out, closing the door behind you.

He looked up quickly, startled by the sudden disturbance. “Y/N,” he smiled slightly, sitting up properly. “What are you doing here?”

“Thought you could use some help,” you shrugged, slipping out of your black puffer jacket. “And clearly you need it. Where is everyone?”

“Oh, they went to get some lunch at some place down the road,” he replied.

“And what about you? Aren’t you hungry? You need to eat, Harry.”

“I know. I will, I will. I’m just trying to finish this song, is all.”

You nodded slightly, sitting down in front of him on the coffee table. His hair was disheveled and his eyes were resting on top of dark bags. “Let me see,” you said, extending your hand.

Slowly, he placed the notebook into your hands. You stared down at the scribbled lyrics. Things were crossed out; things were circled; things were accompanied by little doodles. On the very top of the page, though, was the rushed title (above a few others, which had been crossed out): ADORE YOU. “I’m just gonna put it aside and come back to it,” he sighed. “Wanna get high? It always helps me write music.”

“No, Harry. I don’t want to get high with you. If you leave it, then you’ll never come back to it and nobody will ever get to hear it,” you replied.

“Except you. I want you to hear it,” he said quietly, so quiet, in fact, that you barely heard it.

He wasn’t looking at you, thankfully. At least he wouldn’t see the mix of nerves and excitement at what he’d just muttered. You shifted slightly, placing the notebook down beside you, “Well, then you’ll have to finish it, won’t you?”

Finally, he looked up at you. You felt tiny as his eyes explored your face, drinking in every last inch of your features. A small smile worked its way up onto his face, “I suppose I will.”

So, Harry began projecting his ideas onto you. He explained what the song was about and the kind of things he wanted to write. He sang the chorus to you, and you swore you melted right there and then. Hearing his voice fill the otherwise silent room you were in, with no other intent than to please you, filled your head with all sorts of fantasies. “It’s good, Harry. It’s really good,” you nodded, smiling sweetly at him.

“Obviously not good enough if I can’t think of anything other than the first verse and the chorus,” he groaned, raking his long fingers through his unruly hair.

In a moment of fleeting confidence, you reached out and squeezed Harry’s hand. He looked up at you, his green lagoons of eyes staring directly into your own. “Harry, stop. You’re doing yourself no good thinking like that. No songs start out as the greatest thing ever written; you have to put time and care and effort into them,” you said gently. “Let me help, Harry. I don’t want you to go through this alone.”

He nodded, squeezing your hand in return. He pulled out a pen and stared expectantly at you. You smiled - you were happy he was willing to let you help. “What did you have in mind?” he asked, eager to hear a new outlook on these lyrics he had grown sick of reading over and over again.

“Well,” you began, “it obviously has a sort of ethereal vibe to it. So, summer skies? Like, maybe something about ‘you under summer skies’?”

He nodded slowly, absorbing your suggestion. Until, suddenly, his eyes lit up. You knew the look. You’d seen it many a time before. It was the look he adopted whenever he’d been struck by the perfect slice of inspiration he needed to write an incredible piece of music. “You, Y/N, are a bloody genius! ‘Your wonder under summer skies’,” he grinned.

He scribbled the lyric down desperately. You couldn’t help but admire him as ideas escaped his brain and fell onto the paper before him. He finally looked back up at you, the page now littered with prompts and snippets of lyrics. “Thanks, Y/N. You’re a lifesaver,” he said.

You chuckled, “I didn’t do anything.”

“Well, you didn’t do anything for my other songs but they exist because of you,” he rushed out, clearly not comprehending his words. “Shit. Sorry, that- that didn’t mean to come out.”

You smirked. You had the power now, after four and a half years of falling in love with Harry Styles and making a massive fool of yourself in front of him. He’d slipped up and now you were in control. “Yeah? What songs did I unknowingly contribute to?” your confidence was rare, especially when it came to things like this, and yet here it was.

Unfortunately for you, Harry’s natural confidence matched your own. A playful grin swept up his features as he said, “Wouldn’t it be more fun for you to listen to the album and figure it out for yourself?”

“Or you could just tell me the titles?” you asked, your tone hopeful.

He hesitated for a moment, his confident smirk faltering for a split second. But, before you had time to say anything else, he said, “There’s this song called Sunflower, Vol. 6. I wrote that because your favourite flowers are sunflowers. And I wrote Cherry because I know you love cherries. And then there’s Golden, because that’s what you are, Y/N. And then there’s Watermelon Sugar because I know that In Watermelon Sugar is your favourite book. And now Adore You, because, I swear to God, Y/N, that’s all I want to do.”

He was rambling and you couldn’t help but smile. Whilst you’d spent your days rambling to your friends about how you were convinced you’d remain single forever if he didn’t happen to fall hopelessly in love with you, it appeared that he’d been writing down all the tiny details about you in his songs. Because it was true: sunflowers were your favourite flowers and cherries were your favourite fruit and In Watermelon Sugar was your favourite book.

He was staring at you now, his eyes searching your face for some sort of a hint on how you were feeling. When you said nothing, your lips parted slightly, he went on, “Hell, I wrote Cherry years ago. I wrote it when you were dating that guy... what was his name?”

“Ollie,” you replied quietly.

He knew what his name was. He never forgot. It had been two years but he’d never forgotten the eight months of hell where he had to watch you cuddle up to him and take him home after your group of friends had gone out for drinks. He didn’t know why he wanted to hear you say his name again. Some sadistic form of self-torture maybe, hearing another boy’s name on your lips. “Yeah, Ollie,” he played it off as if he really had forgotten your ex boyfriend’s name. “I wrote it when you were dating him. And I’ve been sitting on it for two years because I thought if I released it then you would know I’ve been in love with you for four years. But then I just thought ‘you know what, fuck it’, so I’m putting it on the album. And Anna, that was about you. But I’ll never officially release that one. Because I wrote it one night when I was alone and I couldn’t get you out of my head and I needed to tell somebody how I felt about you. Even if that was just a bit of paper. But then I played it to you, do you remember? And you loved it, so I swore to never release it because it felt like I’d confessed to you how I felt.”

As you listened to him ramble away about all of these songs he’d written about you and how much you clearly meant to him, you couldn’t help but smile. You’d dreamed of Harry confessing how much he, well, adored you. And you’d only ever thought it would be an occurrence in your fantastical dreams, and yet here he was, staring back at you, rambling on about how much he loved you. “Wait, Harry,” you spoke up, “isn’t ‘watermelon sugar’ something to do with oral sex?”

You chuckled as he flushed, “That’s besides the point.”

“And what is the point?”

“That I’m in love with you and, I pray to God, you’re in love with me back.”

Overwhelmed with joy, you couldn’t help but throw yourself at Harry. The feeling of his hands around your waist in a way that wasn’t just a slightly prolonged hug goodbye after a night out or a slightly overly flirtatious gesture of Harry’s felt electric. Harry’s hands on you in a way that was meant to be a moment of appreciation shared between two lovers was how it was always supposed to be.

After so long of knowing one another, falling for each other and sharing life changing moments, everything was finally slipping into place. You’d been there when One Direction first began their hiatus. You’d been there when he cut his hair off. You’d been there when he went to Jamaica to write his first solo album. You’d been there, albeit your eyes were shut most of the time, when he was dangling a thousand feet in the air for the Sign of the Times music video shoot. He’d been there when you finished university. He’d been there when you lost your mum. He’d been there when your sister had her first child. He’d been your date to your brother’s wedding. All of these things, and you couldn’t help but feel they mounted to this very moment.

You pulled your head back, admiring his face for a moment. Your arms were around his neck and everything just felt... right. His smile was bright and his eyes were full of nothing but loving joy. Without another moment’s hesitation, your lips were on his. You weren’t sure who leaned forward, but all you knew was that this was what you’d been waiting for for almost five years. And, now you were here, showing Harry how much you loved him, the wait seemed worth it. “We’ve got so much time to make up for,” he whispered.

“Good thing we’ve got all the time in the world then, isn’t it?”

He grinned, embracing your body. All he’d wanted to do for four years was to praise it. And now he finally had the chance to. That was until the two of you heard a voice behind you, “We only left for lunch!”

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She’s a Lady || 𝓕red 𝓦easley

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋꜱ ᴍʏ ʙᴏɴᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ. -ᴄʜᴀʀʟᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴋᴏᴡꜱᴋɪ

Being the youngest child of Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy you were the princess of the family, your older brother Draco was your rock as he was always there for you he was 5 years older than you but in his eyes you were his baby sister that he will protect and care for. 

It was easy for you to get away with everything, as a child you were very energetic and was found most of the time next to your mother or even joining your mother at the garden. Playing hide and seek and tea party forcing your brother to join your tea party with your other stuff toys, but behind all the youth days of yours was in the place of Lucius office with his wife who both looking down at the garden seeing you play with your older brother with the other elves at the side making sure you won’t get hurt as you run around, Narcissa’s eyes sting with tears as she knew she had no control to stop what his husband and your grandfather were talking about, which was your future. 

Everything will be planned out, your school, house you must be in, your behavior and the man you must marry. As much as your mother hates how your life is now planned out all you have to do is obey to their wishes. 

Leaning your head towards the cold window next to you, as you shut your eyes and close the book that you were reading the way to Hogwarts was going to be a while, you didn’t feel like interacting with your friends who were obviously talking about boys or the newest clothes, a knock was heard on your compartment and you saw your brother Draco, your friends all had a crush on him but you roll your eyes when Draco would shamelessly flirt back at them but you like the look on Pansy’s face when he does that. 

Pansy was like a sister to you but you knew her intentions was just to get closer to your brother that she has been crushing on since then, opening your eyes meeting those similar silver eyes like yours you raise your brow at him “what?”

“Have you eaten yet? Ever since we left you have been awfully quiet.” His voice had a hint of worry you knew Draco was never going to let you go without seeing that your better. You nodded your head because even just for a bit you ate the pumpkin pasties your friend gave you. Draco didn’t want to believe you at first but he just let it go when Blaise started calling him. “Ladies please keep an eye on my sister, if something happens please tell me.” With that he left and your friend’s cheeks were beet red. 

“You have awful taste in men, and none of you are going to date my brother.” 

Arriving at Hogwarts and everyone headed to the great hall you told your friends to head first and you’ll catch up but what you didn’t saw coming was a pink shooting ball landing towards you, but you felt someone pull you back your back colliding on someone’s chest earning a groan from the person who just pulled you from that. Turning around you saw a tall, with freckles and ginger hair. 

‘Weasley’ your head said, mentally rolling your eyes you knew this was the prankster twins.

“Look I don’t know who you or which twin are you but thanks for that, now if you will excuse me.” You were about to leave when you felt something hit your face and the hallways was erupted by his laughter.

“I’m so sorry” You looked up to see another Weasley who was identical to the one who was laughing, “The machine was broken and you just stood in the spot and then that.” You wiped the pink powder off your face using your sleeves but you felt a hand move it you were about to speak when he whipped his wand out and to your face, you didn’t catch what he said. “There all cleaned up.” 

You rolled your eyes walking away feeling irritated by them, “Oh by the way, the name is Fred!” Not looking back and just decided to walk faster.

Ever since that day it was Fred who was following you around or sitting next to you whether it was in the library or in great hall, your friends would exchange looks and everyone else would just think your dating Fred Weasley, it reached up to your brother and he wasn’t even happy about you and Fred but you told him it’s nothing that he was just bothering you he even asked if you wanted him to hex Fred but you weren’t the violent type of person and you just told Draco to never do that. 

Sitting down alone by the Black Lake your tears keep streaming down your cheeks, it has been hours you sat here alone ever since you got a black letter from your parents. The letter wasn’t the same as before them asking you ‘how are you’ or ‘do you need anything’ in fact this letter was telling you that after Hogwarts you were going to marry the man they find to be more suitable for you and for the family. You heard someone clear their throat, you whip your head to that direction and saw Fred standing looking at you but his face fell when he saw your red nose, eyes and cheeks. “I noticed you earlier and thought why were you running here when usually no one likes to be alone in the black lake.” You just sighed and patted the spot next to you, “join me?” you looked back at him again “please?” he moved to the spot sitting next to you “care to tell me why your crying?” This was the side of Fred not everyone gets to see he was usually pranking everyone especially the Slytherins, that’s maybe the reason why your brother doesn’t like him because of how he was. Other than that he was a Weasley.

“I’m getting married after Hogwarts, I’m not even sure if I’m ready by then.” You said hugging your knees close to you, tears brimming in your eyes again. “Do you even love the guy?” He looked at you with his brows furrowed looking at you with those eyes, you shook your head indicating ‘no’ “I don’t even know him and I am yet to meet him.” Fred scoffed which made you look at him “What?” “Your living as if your a doll, your being told what to do and what you shouldn’t do is this how you like to live?” You know deep down you knew your life has also been about obeying your families wishes for and that you have no choice but to follow them because they think their always right and what they do will lead you to a better path, “No, I’m tired of living like this.” You said softly sniffing and wiping your tears away but Fred caught your hand on his and he used his thumb to wipe your tears. 

“Then be with me and I’ll show you how life should be darling.” As tempting as it sounds you knew you should’ve said no that day but you didn’t and you can’t tell if this was something your going to regret or was just a best mistake you have ever done. You took his hand standing up he followed your action, “Then show me how we should live then.” 

It was wrong you know but life has been much better you realize how dull and cold it was before but with Fred showing you happiness it was much different than it was before, being with Fred made you realize you should’ve met him before he left Hogwarts which made you upset however you get to see him whenever you go to Hogsmeade, he showed you him and his twin’s business which you supported him but what you didn’t know is someone had their eyes on you and they laughed because you were with a Weasley. 

On the holiday break you sat down with the rest of your family, the table was filled with different variety of food and you took the empty seat next to your brother. But you noticed how gold your father’s eyes were on you ever since you came which you can’t help but wonder. After supper your mother called you and this is were the mess began. You were crying begging to your parents to leave Fred alone and you to have the rights to marry and love whoever you want but this made Lucius blood boil because he didn’t want a Weasley apart of the family who associates themselves with muggles, Narcissa was at the corner feeling helpless to her own daughter who was crying for the last few minutes she wanted to just wrap her arms around you but it was her husband who had to say what must happen even if she wasn’t pleased about it as well, “You don’t go around anymore with that boy or else I will make you move into a different school! The man your marrying is from Drumstrang don’t make me move you there so you can both know each other properly with more time and day and soon after your going to marry him.” You fled from the office but you heard your father calling for you but you just ran upstairs to your room, sobbing your heart out as you bury your face on your white pillow. 

Fred hasn’t seen you since then and it hurts because even until now he was still waiting for you. 

It wasn’t until he heard the door bell ring and the twins were about to greet but they saw Draco instead which cause the twins to frown instead.  “Can I speak to you Fred?” Draco who seemingly asked nicely which cause the twins to exchange look because their not use to this, he just nodded and led Draco to their office. “Why are you here?” Fred asked crossing his arms to his chest, Draco scoffed he didn’t really want to be in here but for his little sister’s request he would do anything for her anyway, Draco didn’t like the Weasley’s but the way his sister talked about that’s when Draco thought maybe their not as bad as his own family think they are. “Here, I know it’s been clearly days that you haven’t seen Y/n she insisted I give you this letter.” The letter was in a dark purple with black ribbon and a stamp of her first letter of her surname ‘M’ in a color of white with golds in it. 

“I’ll be off, I hope that letter answers all your question about where she is. And I’m sorry for everything I have been towards you and your other siblings.” With that Draco left the room, the silence was too loud and Fred just stared at the letter in his hand debating whether he should open it now or later when they pack up the shop and close. He decided not to first since he felt his heart hammering inside his chest the rest of the day he felt nervous- no- anxious of what was inside the letter. 

When they finish up he bolted into his shared room with George and sat down next to the window, opening the letter he suddenly jolted up and ran out he ignored George’s calling him and where he was going he kept running and running he wasn’t even stopping, he stopped by the Lake where the letter told him to be there because all his questions will be answered when he shows up there. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turning to his back he saw Narcissa and Draco but the person who was in front of him was Y/n. He couldn’t hold back as he swiftly wrapped his arms around her and picked her up spinning around as her laugh filled the cold night. Putting her down he placed his hands on either side of her face, “I thought you forgot about me already.” Fred said looking down at her eyes, “I would never leave you not when I told you to show me how I should live, it’s how we should live because Fred I choose to be with you and not someone else it’s you and only you.” Fred felt his heart thumping even more he felt happy to hear those words even more he was grateful it was night no one can see how red his ears was. 

“Then be with me darling, let’s be together until the end.” You placed your hands on his hands and took them off you released a heavy sigh which made Fred wonder you’d say “No, I’m sorry Fred.” he’s face fell and he suddenly felt cold but you laughed at his face and he looked confused, “I’m sorry this was a terrible prank, I can’t believe you just fell for that.” You held onto your stomach as you laughed even more and Fred can’t believe he fell for that indeed.  “I’ll get my revenge next time but now I’m freezing cold, come on shorty I’m taking you with me.” He carried you like a bridal style and you were just happy to be out of your families rules and ridiculous plans for you, and you were right to say yes that day and be with Fred. Taking the risk your life needed. 

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MASTERLIST

ONE SHOTS

Kings of Leon

Wear something noticeable || Part 2

Equatorial Sun

What are you doing up?

My head is spinning over you

Pax Romana

Harry's grammy performance

You lied to me

Chocolate cake

Golden Boy

Nameless

Meeting her || Part 2 || Part 3

Echo

Camping

my best friend’s dad || part 2

Fragments || part 2

Entangled || part 2

INSTAGRAM BLURBS

Dating hints

Pregnancy

Sadie Sink

Elsa Hosk

Lori Harvey

Pudderfly

Deepika Padukon

Dakota Johnson

Matilda Djerf

Gracie Abrams

Bella Hadid

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Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

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Summary: Harry Styles, the cold and calculating son of a powerful mafia don, must consolidate power after his father's passing. He faces challenges from his unpredictable younger brother, Silas, and navigates a complex world of alliances, ruthless decisions, and family loyalty. Amidst the intrigue, the elegant and alluring Y/N Castellano, the daughter of an Italian mafia boss, attends the funeral and finds herself drawn to Harry. As power dynamics shift and the future remains uncertain, the story explores the dark and dangerous allure of the mafia, the weight of family legacies, and the potential for unexpected connections in a world defined by secrecy and ruthlessness.

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Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is forced to return to the town where she was born for extraordinary reasons. Her father is extremely sick and on the verge of passing away. Alsfield has changed and is far from what she remembers and even though she lived in town until her high school graduation she barely recognizes it. The town hides a big secret from a few individuals that live in it including Y/N. The man who maintains the town's secret and protects it is no other than Harry Styles. Things take a sudden twist when they meet. Numerous things will impede Y/N from returning to San Francisco to her somewhat ordinary life, will she be able to abandon the town that she had successfully escaped the first time? What is the big secret that the townspeople are hiding, and what is Y/N's role in it? Who is Harry? Where does he come from? Had she met him before? And what does he want from her?

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Summary: Harry is just like any other college student. He is a senior in Chicago University. He keeps to himself except when he is spending time with his closest friends, Sarah and Mitch. His world revolves around his future career, friends, and family. His quiet and routine driven life takes a turn, one weekend when he meets Y/N Y/L/N. She is way too different from him. She spends most of her days surrounded by people who care for superficial and materialistic things. Her parents are never home, and they think that with money everything can be solved. They are both from different worlds yet something that night clicks and Y/N can never again get him off her mind.

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Love on tour is in the last four months of shows.

You had been by Harry’s side every step of the way. Through cancelling shows due to the pandemic to seeing him come alive at Coachella to seeing him cry tears of joy at Maddison Square. You’d been there for all of it highs and lows, ups and downs.

You’d been there for each other marrying in a tiny ceremony in 2020 with only the nearest and dearest present, to carrying your first pregnancy whilst on the road with Harry, to giving birth in a foreign country just to be whisked off to the next stop mere days later separated from your husband due to your inability to fly with a newborn. The final straw was being halfway through your second pregnancy and still being on the road with Harry.

Everything had piled up over the last couple of years. You were ready for a break. Despite your undying love for your husband you needed a break. Deep down you knew Harry did too and you knew he knew this.

Being on the road 24/7 was not the life you wanted for your babies nor was it the life that Harry had envisioned for them but your first positive pregnancy test had appeared a little sooner than expected after stopping your birth control. But both you and Harry were firm believers in taking what ever the world was to throw at your in your stride, which is what you did. A short nine months later your little boy was brought into the world with his Daddy at your side each step of the way.

You could never argue that Harry was an absent father and partner because in truth, he wasn’t. He was just busy providing for his family in a non conventional way and you couldn’t have been prouder of him. So when you told him you were pregnant again you couldn’t help but feel guilty, like you were taking a part of his career from him because you would need him more.

Harry had always reassured you ‘we’ll have a nice long break as a family after the tour’ then he would add more shows or book events or award shows or even acting gigs. You were getting frustrated and your growing belly was not helping the situation.

So when you had gotten your son settled for the night after one of Harry’s shows you couldn’t help but curl up into a ball in the hotel room bed fighting off your own tears and sleep as your husband was showering the night off.

You felt the edge of the bed dip as Harry snuggled up to your wrapping an arm around you running his hand over your belly before placing a chaste kiss to your shoulder “y’wake pet?” He whispers softly to which you nod the tiniest bit “y’ok?” He asks placing another kiss to your shoulder. You simply nod closing your eyes not wanting to have this conversation with Harry now.

You sigh rolling over snuggling closer to Harry his hand moving to rub circles into your lower back. You hum softly not realising how tense your back was. Harry places some soft kisses to your forehead and nose “I love you sweetheart, Y’know if you need to talk I’m here” he whispers causing you to smile a little “I love you too H, thank you” you look up at him before leaning across placing your lips onto his. For a long time even before you knew Harry, you’d struggled with opening up about your emotions in fear that it would mean you’d lose everything but Harry had always been incredibly patient with you, never pushed and was always supportive if you needed time.

Harry tries to pull you closer but your belly bumps his own causing him to chuckle lightly. You smile hearing the chuckle leave his lips. You hadn’t heard it much lately but it was still music to your ears. You eventually drift off in Harry’s arms him doing the same. You only stirred at around 6am the next morning when your son Greyson was babbling for his mummy.

You shuffle out of Harry’s arms and waddle to the cot lifting Greyson from it kissing his cheek “good morning sweet boy” you smile. You quickly change his nappy before placing him into bed next to his father while you went to the bathroom.

On your return you find Harry laying on his back, Greyson laying on his chest, covers up over them to keep the pair warm. "Morning" you whisper shuffling back to bed "M'sorry we woke you" you say softly crawling back in next to Harry. He glances up at you with a tired smile before shaking his head a little "No need to apologise pet, he's almost gone back to sleep".

You rest your head on your pillow just admiring the pair. You couldn't help bit sigh a little knowing in a mere 4 months time you and Harry would likely be overwhelmed with your second baby.

“C’mere” Harry whisper softly pulling you to his chest you ended up falling back to sleep on Harry for a couple of hours before being woken by your crying baby. You groan a little rolling onto your back sitting up picking Greyson up as you do so.

Pulling yourself from the bed to get Greyson something for breakfast must have woken Harry, because a mere two minutes later you were met with a husky voice moving it’s way toward you “why don’ y’ let me do breakfast and y’can shower?” Harry asks in his groggy state. You smirk a little “I stink now do I?” You ask he smirks wrapping his arms around you “not at all, but you deserve a nice long shower without being disturbed” Harry kisses down your neck and across your shoulder causing you to hum.

“Ok, thank you H” you turn in his hold kissing him softly he places his hands on your cheeks drawing you back in for another kiss “not long t’go m’love” Harry says hands moving to rub your belly you smile “still can’t believe we accidentally lined it up with the end of tour” you add wrapping your arms around Harry shoulders “umm about that, Jeff wants to add some more shows around Italy it’ll only add another month or two to tour”

You sigh softly dropping your hands to his chest “H we agreed it was time for a break, that’ll take us past my due date” he nods “I know, I know but I figured it wouldn’t hurt, we could spend the summer in Italy, I’m sure mum could stay longer to help out while I’m working…or we can get a nanny? I haven’t said yes or no yet I want us to talk about it”

You raise your brows at Harry, you had always agreed you’d be present enough to look after your children and not rely on someone else “we’re not getting a nanny Harry. I’ll think about it all?” You ask softly, Harry nods moving to kiss your forehead softly “go on jump in the shower babe, I’ll sort breakfast”.

You nod and head off to the bathroom. You were having the longest uninterrupted shower you'd had since your son had been born, which was soon interupted not by the litle boy but by his father sneaking into the shower behind you. "Breakfast was quick" you comment slowly turning to Harry "He went back to sleep before I could even finish cutting up his fruit".

You giggle smiling to yourself "Just like his Dad with his magic ability to fall asleep anywhere, must be tired, second time he’s gone back to sleep this morning" You say softly as Harry's hands come to rest on your hips, his fingers sporting chipped polish rubbing at your sides. "A'ya really mad about the shows?" he asks in a little voice that you very rarely heard out of your overly confident husband. You shake your head, brows creasing your hands moving to his cheeks.

"Never mad H..." you pause chewing at your bottom lip a little "I just wanted to spend the last few weeks of this pregnancy in our own home, with you and with Greyson before life gets even busier" Harry nods a little not knowing what to say "Don't get me wrong Harry I love being on the road with you and I couldn't be prouder of you if I tried, but I'm exhausted, you can try and hide it but I know you are too"

He sighs looking up at the ceiling before looking back at you with tears in his eyes. "I just don't want to dissapoint anyone" he says with a tremble in his voice. You shake your head "baby your not, you've given everything to this tour, all of the band and crew have, but it's time to go home, not just for us, for Mitch and Sarah, Pauli, Jeff, all of us. You’re allowed to take a break hunny" You reason now trying to hold your own tears back.

Harry looks at you tears brimming his waterline before letting out a chuckle "Ok" he starts "It's time to go home" he whispers smiling a little before pulling you into his chest. You hold each other as close as possible for as long as possible before Harry speaks again. "I don't know how you do it" he adds.

"Do what?" you ask running your hands through his now wet curls. "Know exactly what I'm feeling, M'so fuckin' tired" he mumbles. You couldn't help but giggle a little "I dunno, guess I can just see it sometimes, it's in your eyes" Harry doesn't say a word, just attaches his lips to your own silently telling you he loves you.

You stay snuggled in the shower a little while longer before you could hear Greysons cries coming from the bedroom. "I'll get him" you smile a little pecking Harry's lips and his cheek.

*****

Harry had made it to his last ever LOT goodnight speech. You weren’t sure if you were nervous for your husband, or if your constant need to wee was due to your baby using your bladder as a football.

The show was everything Harry could have hoped for, his family and friends were all here and Greyson had been an absolute dream the entire night going between you, his Grandma Anne and Aunty Gem all night. He even got down and had a little boogie during TPWK trying to copy his Daddy as he did the now world famous ‘boot scoot’.

The crowd had gone quiet as Harry began his speech. you soon found yourself chewing your bottom lip quite early on trying to contain your tears. Anne had wrapped an arm around you and her other around Gemma holding you both as close as possible. It wasn’t until Harry’s own voice broke when he looked towards where you were all standing and simple said “Thank you” that you just let the tears flow.

The crowd erupted in awes and in typical Harry style he made a joke about his emotional state causing it to then be filled with giggles, including one from yourself. You sniffle a little and wipe your eyes with your spare hand as Greyson snuggled his little head of dark hair into your neck. “Y’know sometimes I think if we were any prouder of him we would explode” you say glancing up at Anne who lets out a chuckle. “He was always meant to do amazing things, both my babies were. I often wonder what amazing things my grand babies will do if Harry’s done something as amazing as all this” she says moving her arm to wipe her own eyes.

****

You waited up with Harry after the show the entire band and crew winding down before bump out had to begin, congratulating each other hugs and hand shakes were flowing and a few drinks here and there, you stood back waiting for your husband wanting to give him the space he needed to say thank you to those who made the tour possible.

He soon made his way to his wife and now sleeping son. He smiles at you as he makes his way toward you the metallic fringe of his vest and trousers still attached to his frame. He leans down placing a soft kiss to Greysons hair doing his best not to wake him before his left hand comes to rest on your belly leaning down to peck it lightly, then coming up to your lip.

Harry kisses you with a similar amount of passion and love as he did on your wedding day when he eventually pulls away you sigh softly before opening your eyes “I’m so incredibly proud of you Harry, we all are” he simply smiles resting his forehead to yours “Thank you baby” he whispers holding you close to his chest.

Harry went back to mingling a little, Greyson now in his arms, he went around chatting to some of the crew and thanking then. You wait patiently with Harry’s family watching him make his rounds with your son in his arms, you couldn’t help but smile at how lucky you were to have such an amazing husband and son. Eventually Harry makes his way back to you planting a kiss to your temple.

Greyson had woken up and was playing with the fringe of his Daddy’s vest. “Y’up for a walk pet?” He asks softly. You look up at him and nod “of course H” he takes your hand with his spare one heading towards his dressing room getting himself changed before taking you both in the direction of the stage.

You smile listening and watching them interact, it was something you were really looking forward to more of. Once you make it out onto the stage with Harry he puts Greyson on his feet and holds his hand instead. You catch up with the pair sneaking your hand into Harry’s free one giving it a squeeze.

After a few minutes you glance up at Harry smiling a little. “Y’know, I’ve always admired you for doing this Harry, Greysons so lucky to have such an amazing Daddy” you say wrapping your arms around him.

He sniffles lightly placing a kiss to your hair “couldn’t do it without my wife” he smiles before letting go of Greysons hand the little boy crawling around playing with the pieces of feather boa that had blown up onto the stage. Harry pulls away from you a little and cups your cheeks in his hand “really m’love, mean it, there’s no way I could do any of this without you….thank you so so much” he whimpers tears streaming down his face again.

Harry’s emotions had caught up with him not just from this show but from the last two years. It wasn’t long before Greyson was fussing at your feet causing Harry to chuckle a little sniffling again. He leans down picking Greyson up resting him on his hip. “I’m sorry baby it’s well past your bedtime” Harry apologises to his son kissing his nose causing Greyson to squeal excitedly hiding his face in Harry’s neck, Harry breaks into that grin of overwhelming pride rubbing Greysons back, “I love you little man” he whispers kissing his forehead before turning his attention back to you.

“And I love you” he smiles kissing you softly. You giggle a little in his hold “I love you Harry, more and more everyday” you say softly causing Harry to smile. He rests his forehead to yours “let’s go home” he whispers, you smile and hum against “this is home H, you, Greyson and baby, that’s home” you say softly before leaning up to kiss Harry again.

Harry kisses back pulling you closer to his chest he eventually slowly pulls away when your little boy starts poking at his cheek causing Harry to chuckle “ok maybe we should get home and put this cheeky monkey to bed” you giggle leaning up to kiss Greysons cheek. Harry chuckles “good idea love”. He turns a little holding his hand out for you to take.

You intertwine your fingers with Harry and begin walking back inside towards the waiting cars, towards your future as a family, towards your home.

[ketchupcaptain]

Downhill (Harry AU Fanfiction) - Chapter Three: Lockup (on Wattpad) 

*Harry's POV*

The holding cell they have me locked in is cold as ice, and this scary bloke over in the corner won't stop looking at me. Even though I'm stuck in this awful place, my mind feels excited and new, swirling with the amber-colored thoughts of the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. 

She had long, curly brown hair and sparkling dark brown eyes. Her face was round and kind and inviting. Yet, she seemed complex and troubled in a way I don't yet understand. 

I want to get lost in her and never be found.

Jail isn't the last place I've ever imagined myself; however, I never thought I'd be here because of someone else's actions. I've gotten myself mixed up in some pretty bad shit.

Mum and Dad were always galavanting off on vacation to the Bahamas or wherever the fuck they ran off to. What was I supposed to do? Sit at home in that big mansion and wank all day? 

Not while Jason and Leo were out there making bank on the streets, pushing every drug under the sun to all the burnouts from our secondary school. So, I did what any respectable badass would do; I asked Jason for an in and started working for him full-time. 

Going to every club, pub, and festival around recruiting clientele and selling the good stuff. Was I proud of this path I was going down? Not particularly. Did it keep me entertained, pay for my booze, and constantly high? 

Yup. 

And now I've gone and thrown it all away for some girl. Over a fuckin' dress, as if I even care about shoplifting. Like I'm the voice of morality. I just wanted an excuse to put my hands on her and get close enough to breathe her scent. 

Suddenly, the fluorescent lights seemed way too bright, and a splitting headache started pounding at my skull. Shit, my high is definitely wearing off. I wonder if any of these sorry blokes has any coke on them. 

"Hey lad, sorry to bother you, but do you happen to have any co-?" the big scary man across the room just turned and stared at me with a blank expression. 

"I'll take that as a no." So much for comradery among the inmates... I guess I'll try and sleep it off. 

The last thing I remember before drifting into sleep was the annoyed look on that girl's face and how much I wanted her. 

I wonder what her name is or if I'll ever see her again. I've really made a mess of things now. 

AN: Just a quick little chapter to get an idea of how Harry feels during all of this. Is his personality the way you thought he was going to be? This is the first chapter I've written this year, so my writing style is probably a little different. The next chapter will be back to my revised 2013 writing, so buckle up lmao. 

[sugarhval]

harry imagine café

imagine harry coming home to you one day. he has this look on his face as he busts through your small apartment door, his eyes sparkling in the light and his grin so wide like he might explode from excitement, he starts talking about this new café he stumbled upon while he was out in the new town exploring, mumbling his words a bit, the small café was warm with very few people inside, the window shop frosted from the heat within and the cold outside. he could barely hold back his excitement when started talking about how this café could be your guys’ new spot. you just smile at him, you can see his slightly red cheeks from the cold, his squinted eyes from him grinning so hard and his slightly out of breathe voice. and he really is beautiful.

[notthatveryharryedits-blog]

you are welcome...

[its-all-about-harrystyles]

Can u do one where yn and harry are rlly good friends and yn has sort of liked him before they became friends but never showed it cos he liked a friend of yn and they somehow end up kissing at a party (sort of drunk) and its quite heavy he ends up leaving a hickey on her skin and then the next day when they see each other he says he doesnt remember all that well and that it sort of didnt mean anything to him but hes still really shady about it all. Can have a happy/sad ending

Request!!

I hope that you enjoy :D

Word Count: 729

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Harry, the one name that could have you weak at the knees within a second. You had, had a crush on your best friend since forever, of course, you’d never told him, why would you when you know the feelings weren’t mutual.

He had constantly been hinting at liking your friend Ally for a while, flirting, asking you about her constantly. It had gotten to the point where you would tell him that you knew nothing more about her because every question you answered felt like a punch to the gut. 

It was torture, watching him flirt with her, all drunk, cute and giggly. 

Why had you agreed to come to the party, you didn’t exactly know, you just wanted to see him, even if he didn’t want to see you. 

You take another sip of your beer and sigh, turning to look at the people dancing in the centre of the room. You wanted to be among those people, dancing with Harry. You wanted to feel his hands hold your waist, his lips whispering lyrics into your ear as the music runs through you.

“I’m so in with Harry tonight” Ally squeals, bumping her hip against yours. You smile at her and fake a laugh, feeling your stomach twinge slightly.

“That’s good, you both seem to be getting along” You smile,

“All thanks to you for introducing us” She giggles,

“All thanks to me” You reply sarcastically, wanting the floor to swallow you whole.

“I’m gonna go back to the dorm and clean myself up a little if Harry asks for me tell him I’ll be back soon” She giggles rushing from the house without a second glance. You nod, taking another swig of your beer. 

You watch Harry make his way towards you, swaying slightly from the alcohol in his system. He grins widely at you, slinging his arm over your shoulder. The butterflies erupt in your stomach, the feel of him leaning against you making you imagine him between your legs, his weight pushing you down into the mattress.

“Want to dance?” He stutters, 

“I think you should go lay down, have some water” You reply. His eyes linger on your face, slowly moving down to stare at your lips. You freeze as he brings his face down to yours, his lips moving against yours. You respond quickly, pushing your hands up into his hair, scratching at his scalp with your nails.

He groans against your lips, his kisses moving to leave kisses down your neck. You feel him bite and suck at the area causing you to moan, your back pressing up against the wall as he pushes you against it. 

You pull his lips back up to yours and kiss him, everything around you ceasing to exist as he pulls away. He smiles at you cheesily and pushes himself away from the wall, stumbling slightly as he turns back to his mates,

“Love you Y/N, Your the bestest friend” 

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You clutch your books to your chest as you make your way to your next lecture, music playing in your headphones as you round the corner. You bump into something and cry out, a hand grabbing you before you fall on your ass. You look up and notice Harry, smiling as he frowns.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you…to talk about last night” You smile, slipping your headphones from your ear. He twists his head confused, 

“What happened last night?” He questions, 

“The kiss, I mean you gave me a giant hickey” You respond, pulling your jumper down slightly to reveal the large purple bruise on your neck. He looks at it and pulls you to the side, hiding you from others in the corridor.

“First of all I don’t know what you’re on about, but I did not give you that” He points to the bruise,

“Second, I got with Ally last night, so I’d appreciate it if you kept your mouth shut” He growls, his face scrunched up completely in anger. You stare at him, your stomach feeling as if it’s been punched repeatedly.

“But, I”

“Just keep your mouth shut…Ok” He spits, pushing away from you. You watch as he turns and walks away, not looking back as tears begin to spill from your eyes. 

“What happened to loving me” You whisper, turning around and walking away.

[hairystyless]

DUNKIRK REQUEST (smut, NSFW)

Note: You were Harry’s supporting actress and you played as his wife in a war movie. You sensed that You and Harry wouldn’t get along but in the end he tried to be friends with you. You had a scene where you guys kiss and Harry thought it was more than a fake kiss.

Warning: smut obvs, swearing.

(Y/L/N-means your last name, Y/N-means your name.)

If there’s a mistake,if you would like improvement or even a request just simply message or go on the ask box ;))

“Y/N, darling lift up your chin for me please,” i did what she asked and she glides her pale lipstick on my lips. Others were fiddling my hair behind me. I sat and watched myself transform myself into a different girl for a huge role. The people in this movie I feel like they didn’t see this as a big deal. You are working with actors you’ve seen on tv and you’re getting bossed by big directors which is an actual pleasure, would you turn down that opportunity? The first time I stepped in the studios I didn’t realise Harry Styles was gonna carry the role as Jenny’s (me) husband Alex. At first I was intimidated, I was afraid of working with someone that probably doesn’t like me and the person I idolised for a bit. The first time I met him I gave a simple hello, gave him my name and asked how he was. He simply smiled at me with a forced smile and shook my hand after that I didn’t want to speak to him so I tried my best to avoid and not annoy him or anything. Until now I spoke to him to talk about “our scene,” I sensed he was less annoyed then before and actually spoke to me.

“I hope you’re ready,” the girl with red hair carrying a clip board with our scripts peak in. I gave her nod and she left my door.

“You look wonderful,” the man behind me says while he fixes my hair even more.

“Thank you,” I mouth.

I stepped out of my caravan in a satin robe and spot Harry leaning on a car staring in my direction. I chose to ignore it and thought nothing of it until I went my way and noticed him following me.

“Y/N hold on for a minute, m’ not gonna attack ye love,” he waves his papers, catching my attention. “I jus’ want t’ get t’ know you better since we’re going to work together,” he squints his eyes and I’m not sure if it’s the sun or it’s his forced acting smile.

“Coffee?”

I nod, instead of using my voice. It wasn’t me being intentionally rude because he was sort of when we met but I was rushing out of here as fast as possible.

“Yeh?” He dazes off, looking around the environment before looking at me again. “Well come meet me after 12,” his eyes gazed up and down on me, not disgusted but not impressed.

“You should also dress nice love,”

I take a look at his outfit. I can’t believe he’s telling me to go change when he’s still dressed in his baggy purposely dirty costume.

“You should too,” I say which left him chuckling. He nods and walks away from me. I couldn’t help but smile on my way to the studios.

I have entered in the dressing room to change from my robe to my costume. “Y/N come here,” I hear a voice coming from the studio. I enter and she pointed to the place where she wanted me at.

“I hope you read your scripts because this is where you find out Alex is still alive from days of not writing to you,” the man says. He steps back from the cameras waiting for everyone to be in place.

“Action,” he signals the crew.

“Jenny there’s someone out there looking for you,” I was pulled from a deep stare. The girl stares outside the window pane. A boy patiently waits for someone to answer the door.

“Yes?” He looks up and stutter his first few words.

“S-sorry to b-bother you miss, but this is for you and it’s very urgent,” he hands me an envelope.

“Thank you,” I said to the boy. He gives a smile and walks away. The envelope had my name on it.

“What did he say,” the girl finds a seat next to me.

“Nothing much but a letter,” I slice the paper with a knife.

I force my tears feeling my eyes water.

“Cut,” The director says. The girl next to me gets up from her position and immediately runs to her caravan.

“How did I do,” I take a glimpse at the camera.

“Splendid y/n. Go have a break you deserve it,” he smiles and points outside where my van was parked. As I approach my van I spot Harry leaning on it staring into his papers and occasionally flipping it.

“Hey,” He puts away his script and facing me.

“What are you doing here?”

“Oh you forgo’ our coffee date?” He snickers at me. “You’re one of the first girls I asked and forget,” I rolled my eyes.

“It’s not a date,” I hesitate. “I’m sorry I need to change out of these clothes. Come in if you like,” I step in and sense his presence following me. I turn around and look at him, I’m still star struck. Harry Styles is really close to me right now, so close that he ate all of the space in my van with his tall huge figure.

“It won’t be a minute,” I spoke grabbing my clothes as I walk in the bathroom.

I change into my clothes real quick, opening the door finding him looking around the place.

“Ready?” He asks. I nodded and walked out the van with him.

The coffee wasn’t far away. We didn’t even need to drive there. He chose a cute booth next to an elderly couple constantly staring at us.

“So y/n, wha’ do you do?” He awkwardly starts a conversation.

“Act,” he giggles.

“Should’ve thought bout’ tha’ before I even asked. Well, didn’t ye model fo’ a bit?”

My eyebrows stitch together, I lean on the table getting a better look at his pretty face.

“Yeh but I only did it a few time and I’m not very famous for it. How did you know Styles?” I lean on the seat crossing my arms around my chest.

“My sister has a magazine and it has your face as the front page,” he slightly raises his voice in excitement. “and come on you have a very famous picture with a dude that people love to photoshop to replace me over him,” I couldn’t help but have a little smile on my face.

“I actually thought ye were very pretty but I never knew your name until you showed up when the cast was arranged.” He pauses to smile. “Which was a coincidence really,”

“I’m sorry if I’m making a mistake here but did you just flirt with me Styles?”

“You caugh’ me,” he leans on the table. I lean on it too not intimidated by him.

“I like you Styles.”

“You’re not t’ bad yourself Y/L/N.”

You could get lost in those pretty green eyes of his luckily for me the elderly couple distracted us.

“I’m sorry but do I know you,” the woman says.

“Um maybe not personally but maybe I’m one of the boys hanging on your grandchild’s wall,” he answers.

“Agh I see, well both of you pretty much are,” she laughs clapping her hands together.

“Would you like a photo? Maybe you could show your grandchild,” I politely asked her.

“I’d like that please,” she hands her husband that didn’t really speak, her phone and snapped a photo of three of us.

“You guys are a very beautiful couple,” She says.

“Ugh no we’re not’ a couple,” he answers her.

“Oh, well what a shame, well it was nice goodbye. Have a wonderful day,” she opens the door causing the bell on top the door to ring.

Immediately when she left we both laughed. He takes a moment staring at my hands but still smiling and still slightly laughing. “We would be cute though.”

“Again with the flirting,” I say.

20 minutes of more jokes and a bit about ourselves we finally got out from the cafe and payed the bill. Harry made sure he walked with me until I was in my van. “I hope you’re ready for our scene y/n,” he waits out my door.

“Yeh I am ready of course I am,” harry nods and smiles. He waves goodbye and slowly walks away from me. “Cya then y/n.”

“Cya then,” I shut the door.

After 2 hours of rest and maybe the beauty artists playing with my face the director told us to meet in the studio. Most of the actors weren’t part of that scene but it’s the last one and he has a tradition that the actors get to watch the last bit of filming this movie. I was stuck in the dressing room finding my outfit. I dig through all the clothes with names on it and it seems like I couldn’t find mine. “Y/n, looking for this?” I turn around and harry was carrying my dress for our scene.

“Nervous?”

“Not at all,” I answered.

“I’d be nervous if I kissed myself,” he jokes.

“Don’t flatter yourself Styles, just because you’re a little bit more famous than me and girls are thirsty for you doesn’t make you irresistible to every girl,” I wave my dress trying to shake the creases away. Harry takes his shirt off and puts on his army costume.

“If I’m not irresistible why you staring at me,” he teases. I’ve noticed from the weeks I’ve been working with harry I never had a proper conversation with him and this is when he showed me his real self. He’s a gentleman but a little bit of a flirt.

“Ok I admit you are good looking, I was a harry fan when one direction was still together but the first time I met you did you not notice I didn’t scream at your face and fan girled?” I move in closer.

“This is why you’re my favourite cast member,” he steps closer too. Our lips close enough to touch if we dared to. “Anyways you ready for the kiss scene?” He changes the subject as fast as he can. I move and inch away nervously. “Yes.”

“Both of you ready?” The woman opens the door. We nodded in unison.

“Alright I’ll meet you there,” awkwardly he walks away from me and exits the door. I took this as an advantage to dress in private. The makeup artist suggested I brought in lipstick for touch up. When I opened the door, twisting my lipstick and sliding it on my lips harry was staring and a couple of the other men. I continued to stroll away to the busy director that always tells if you make a ting mistake. “Oh she’s ready,” he sighs in relief. “Places people... action,” he commanded. We stood in our places. I stand in a crowd of impatient women tiptoeing to see if that fake train has arrive. The train whooshed in front of us causing the women’s hats to fall on the ground. Hundreds of men rush off to there wives or walked past them maybe didn’t have wives. The crowd started to separate one by one and there only a few left. We sat on the available seats. Legs shaking because of the anxiety and the butterflies in our stomachs. The train suddenly left.

“What? No,” I stand up clicking my heels watching in the windows trying to get a glimpse of ‘Alex.’

“Don’t worry sweetie there’s another train that should arrive,” the middle aged woman says. I took a deep breath and tried to be patient. I don’t know what time this train was arriving. My nerves start to kick in my stomach and I start to shake my leg up and down.

“I know how you feel, I haven’t seen my husband for 2 years,” she frowns. “I can’t believe he’s actually coming home,” she sobs. I moved closer to this stranger and used my self as comfort. She drops tears on my shoulders until another train stopped infront of us. Most of the men that arrive were business men. Privileged rich men carrying suit cases and left the train with their wife. The strangers husband arrive and jogged up to her in his muddy clothes, behind him was ‘Alex.’

“Alex,” I ran to him. I wrapped his big body around my arms and buried my face in his dirty uniform. He squeezed me more not letting me go. “I missed you so much Jenny,” he cries. I look up and his eyes were teary. They drip on his pink plumpy lips. I didn’t have much to say but I kissed him softly, keeping my hand on his cheeks. Our lips kept brushing on to eachother until we realised we’ve kissed for so long the train left. We entered in a big vintage car and left.

“Cut, that’s a wrap.” The Director stands up. ”You guys have been wonderful, let me just say this. You guys were the easiest to work with,” as the director finishes his speech Harry moves in closer and bring his lips close to my ear making me feel is hot steamy breaths. “We’ll finish this off later,” He smooches the back of my ear and exits the car clapping his hands. I played it cool and clapped with him while the director stands on something tall with the spot light on him. Harry noticed I got out of the car and he shifted towards me. He clears his throat making sure I heard and left the studio. I wanted nobody to notice I left so I moved to the extra women and then wondered of with harry. I could only see a second of him then he turned to a different direction. I followed until he enters in the private dressing room, mostly the makeup and less clothes because this was the main cast and luckily harry and I had the keys for this. I unlock the door and the lights were all off until I felt a pair of lips smash mine hungrily. We moaned on each other’s lips and moved around the place knocking the stuff on the vanity.

“I want you now y/n,” he takes of my jacket and notices I didn’t wear anything underneath but a bra. “You know if I was Alex I’d be happy I’d come home to Jenny with just a jacket on and underwear was a bra. He laughs lightly sliding the strap down my shoulders. He unclips my bra and let them fall off me. I take Harry’s jacket off too and he helps because the jacket was too heavy. He was in a white see through shirt. “I’d be happy to if I was Jenny, her man coming home who was a hot hunk,” I put my bottom lips between my teeth. He smirks and takes off the shirt coming to me making me walk backwards from him. I stop at the bench of the vanity, leaning on it. Harry hums and kisses my neck slowly. I clear my hair and slightly bent my neck making his target my skin. His teeth sucks the skin underneath my jawline. I gasp when he hit a particular spot and that where he concentrated more, leaving a mark. He faces me while his fingers crawled on my waist and unzipped my skirt. My knee touched his member and it was hard, begging for it to come out. I help him slide out from my skirt and I was now left with my panties. My hands palms his member. His eyes shut and unbuttons his jeans. He takes out his throbbing member and groans.

“Oh Harry you’re this hard for me?” I joke. I hop off the bench and kneeled to get a better look.

“Wait until I feel your panties honey, we are both even,” he chuckles. His hands hold on to my hair. I lick underneath the head and start to go up to the top. His head fell back exposing his veins. My hands sneak under his shirt while I take his dick inside my mouth. I swirled every inch of the skin and jerking off the places where I can’t reach because he is that huge. He groans, sometimes pushing himself in my mouth making me gag for a bit. I stop sucking him off and a string of saliva attached from his dick to my mouth.

“Such a good girl,” he cups my face.

“Your turn,” he carries me from the floor and kneels. I held his hair, “harry I want it now, just skip it.” He gulps and grins, jumping from his knees. I turn around and leaned against the bench, facing the mirror and see him getting ready to thrust in. His hands snake up on my neck softly gripping on it, while we stare at each other on the mirror. “I don’t want your eyes closed at all, I want you to stare at us fucking like animals y/n,” I feel a pain inside me as he shoves in. It was a good pain. I reach behind me, trying to search for his hair to grip on. He kisses behind my ears as he thrusts in and out of me. A moaning mess I was and I know it satisfied him so much so he decides to touch me more. His hands squeezing my boobs. We were rocking the place up so much the casts flowers started to fall on the ground. “Y/n don’t shut your eyes,” suddenly I feel a sharp pain on my ass. He rubs it to soothe it. I feel his lips pressing on my back. He moans louder that I pray in my head no one comes in or no one stands outside and listens. “Turn around honey,” he whispers. He takes my shoulders and spins me and places me on the bench. He runs his lips all over mine while he becomes more comfortable and confident in me and starts to go faster. He takes a moment and watches his dick come in and out of me and he moans my name so loud. We knock a vase and the glass breaks. We both gasp and look at the vase while we fuck each other wildly. “You feel so good around me,” he grunts. “Oh harry,” I dig my nails in. “I’m so close y/n,” he whines and starts to slow down inside me. “Me too harry,” I pant. He thrusts a few more times and pulls out his dick full off come. It landed all over my stomach, dripping every even down my boobs.

“Oh I’ll clean that up for you,” he laughs at him self. He takes a makeup wipe and removes all of his cum from me. He passes all of my clothes to me and I immediately change my self to a bra and panties. He also changed in his jeans. I push him on the wall, my hand on his chest making out with him.

“Y/N we can have round 2 in my hotel or if you’re that desperate maybe in my van,” he takes my wrist as his lips still on mine.

“That would be nice-,”

“Woah,” a person comes in and shuts the door immediately. We both hurry to put our clothes on before he comes in again. “Am I allowed to come in now?” He knocks.

“Yeh come in,” Harry yells out. The guy comes in with his eyebrows lifted when he sees what we’ve done in the room. “Wow guys, I knew you were gonna have a thing,” he teases picking up the mess. While me and harry left before anyone sees.

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